#idk what it is but he had such a grip on me snake is honestly maybe my favorite

[eggs-love-loki]

*snake dies and a reaper even marks his collection complete just so we’re really sure he’s dead*

Me: Haha okay isn’t it so funny how snake is not dead and he’s happy and alive and not dead??? That’s so fun and good!!!

[poraphia]

Maybe the soap opera drama has a tight grip on my braincells BUT

imagine siren with a love interest who keeps. Getting. Into. Bad. Relationships.

not BAD bad relationships, just— people that are kind of pricks. One guy accidentally leaves the door open and their cats escape (and he doesn’t give a single fuck, just keeps watching tv and when the reader comes home from work he’s like “oh yeah ur cats escaped a few hours ago”), another never shows up on dates, one is just an arrogant prick, the other is boring as hell and has nothing in common with the reader——

Just

that must STING for siren. Like—— he’s right there????? He’d never think that he would be ENTITLED to a relationship with the reader, NEVER— but why can’t he be your type??

10/10 angst for him id say

he can’t even convince himself that he would be BETTER for the reader because he’s a villain

idk

"i found your cat, not him."

➵ PAIRING! clinic!siren!wilbur x civilian!taken!reader

➵ CREATING! 12.17.23 | 3631 words

➵ CONTAINING! jealous wilbur, reader has a cat, reader has a bf, jester talking some sense into siren, heartbroken wilbur

➵ SAYING! this took some days to work on but look! it’s finally done! i had a lot of ups and downs and probably switched up the plot a couple times but here it is :D thank uuu @listenheresweaty for suggesting this honestly i was thinking about writing this the moment u suggested it and now i have free time so yippie. hope yall enjoy :D

My masterlist :)

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(y/n) had a reputation to have a terrible taste in partners. Whether it be a girlfriend that refused to take them on a date and made (y/n) plan all of the dates out, or the boyfriend they had now, who “accidentally” left the door open, letting their cat escape. Wilbur watched from the window as the desperate (y/n) approached any passerby, showing a picture of their feline, just to have any sort of direction as to where it might be.

Wilbur wasn’t a hero of any sorts. The clothes on his back were purchased with money robbed from the bank down the street, and the laptop he was using to do his work on was stolen from some tech store in the mall. And don’t even get him started on his body count that could fill a graveyard. His powers were venom dripping from his tongue, and he was nothing but a snake.

So what made Wil get up from his seat to tap the shoulder of a helpless (y/n)?

Maybe because this person was an interest of Wil’s for quite some time now. From seeing them inside the coffee shop from time to time, to even catching the glimpse of the back of their head as they boarded the bus— It was like this person was meant to be in Wil’s life. Though he just never had the excuse to go up to them. So instead, for weeks now, he has been admiring this person from afar, seeking for some type of opportunity to spark up a conversation.

“Hey.. Are you alright?” He asked. (y/n) turned around, a little out of breath from quickly speaking to anyone who approached them.

“Y-Yeah— no! No..” She sighed, breathlessly. They slumped against a nearby wall, almost defeated. “I— I lost my cat. She’s this sweet white ragdoll with a pink collar and big black eyes. My boyfriend left the door open and she just snuck right out! He said the cat’s been gone for a while now and he didn’t even bother helping.” They trailed off. “I know she’s here somewhere.. I don’t know..” They buried their face into their hands, frustrated with themself.

Wilbur looked at them with a tilted head and puffed up cheeks. Despite this being a stranger, he couldn’t help but feel a panging guilt in his chest. “Hey,” He placed a hand on their shoulder. “I think I might be able to find her.”

“..You think so?” They responded in a meek voice.

“I’m sure..” He replied in a gentle tone. “I usually work like really late in the city. Maybe I could find her on my way home? Just give me some form of communication and a picture and I’m sure I can find her.” He smiled reassuringly. (y/n)’s head perked up, and suddenly their face was beaming with hope. It was a look Wilbur wished he could screenshot with his eyes and keep it in his mind gallery.

“Thank you! You don’t know how much this means to me.” They gleamed. “Hold on— Let me give you my phone number. What was your name again?”

Something about this question made Wil freeze up a little. This complete stranger, telling him that he’s a good person, is also asking for his name? I mean, it’s not like its the first time someone asked his name. But being asked in such a kind and polite way, it almost took him back to when he first met Phil.

He shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts.

“Wilbur,” He finally said. “Call me Wil.”

After exchanging contact information they parted their separate ways. Wil decided to pack up his stuff and head back home. He took the train to his neighborhood and spent the whole ride staring at this picture of (y/n) with their cat he learned was named “Anvil.”

The picture was a selfie taken by (y/n) with Anvil pressing her fluffy face against her owner’s soft skin. It was a cute sentiment captured by their phone camera, and Wilbur knew it was a treasured picture of theirs. He took the time to admire the cat’s features. It had a mess of white fur, and would definitely stick out like a sore thumb in the midnight dark. The train came to a halt as it had arrived to Wil’s destination. It didn’t take but a fifteen minute to arrive home.

Wilbur inserted the keys into the doorknob before pushing the door open. He kicked the door behind him closed as he placed his coat and shoes by the shoe cabinet and dresser.

“Hey, Wil,” Phil called from the kitchen.

“Hey, dad.” He shouted back. Wil threw his bag onto the couch before sliding against the sleek wooden floor to the entrance of the kitchen. Phil’s wings were loosely hanging behind him as the man stir fried some ingredients into a wok. “What’s for dinner?” Wil asked.

“Oh, just some fried rice.” Phil shrugged. “Whatcha do today? Hang out at the cafe?”

“Ah, yeah, pretty much.” Wil said, leaning against the fridge. “I, uh, met someone today.”

“Oh?” Phil said, raising an eyebrow. “Someone, you say?”

“What— Hey! It’s not like that..” Wil rolled his eyes while crossing his arms. However that wasn’t enough to convince Phil.

“Well if you say so.” Phil smirked. “So, what happened?”

Wil turned around and grabbed a glass from the cabinet before pouring himself a glass of ice cold water. He took a sip before speaking. “Well, there was this person and— I’m not quite sure what it was about them but.. They had lost their cat, and I felt really bad, so I offered to help them. They sounded so kind and stuff, but like— Apparently their cat ran away because their stupid boyfriend decided to leave the door open?! And he didn’t ever bother to help—!” Wil took a deep breath before bringing the glass back to his lips.

“—Oi, what are you bitching about?” As if on queue, Tommy emerged from the stairs. His hair was a ruffled his mess and he stumbled a little as he walked as if he had just woken up.

“Oh, Wil is just upset about someone he just met losing their cat—” Phil tried to explain, but Wil was quick to butt in.

“They didn’t lose their cat! It was their damn boyfriend!” He corrected. “Like, for hours he even knew the cat escaped and he just let it happen?!”

“Uh oh, looks like big Wil over here is catching feelings!” Tommy snickered as he wrapped an arm around Wil’s neck.

“Ugh, stop—” Wil pushed him away, but Tommy was persistent with his teasing.

“Little Wilbur has a crushy wushy and will find that cat and propose to them OoOoOo!” Tommy chirped.

“—Dad! Tommy’s being a bitch!” Wil cried as he struggled to escape Tommy’s grasp. After enough pushing, Wil was able to shove Tommy away before forcing Tommy into a headlock.

“Hey! Agh— Get off me you big bastard!” Tommy exclaimed. But Wilbur stood firm as he restricted Tom’s limbs by embracing him tightly.

“Both of you stop playing in the kitchen! Now, go get Techno because the food is ready.” Phil ordered, sternly.

Reluctantly, Wil released his grip from Tommy. Tom rubbed his arms and gave a big side-eye look to Wil.

“Bitch.” Tom muttered.

“Tommy! Go!” Phil ordered again, leaving Wilbur a snickering mess as Tom did his walk of shame toward the steps.

After dinner with the Soots (and some convincing to the family that Wilbur was not in love with this stranger he had just met), Wil dressed in his disguise and entered the night as Siren, a profound villain known in L’manburg city. His first task at hand was to find Anvil in Eastside.

He sauntered through the night with his hands in his pockets and his eyes lurking the streets. The night was cold and quiet with only the hum of the streetlights occupying his ears. But his only goal was to listen to the sweet meow of a cat lost and frigid. Every alleyway he came across he made sure to go through it thoroughly, making sure that the cat wasn’t stuck in a garbage can or in a cardboard box.

“Fuck, where is this cat..?” Siren muttered under his breath. He began whistling, making any noise imaginable to summon the feline. To no avail, no cats came running his way. Instead, a rather confused Jester jumped down from a building and right in front of Siren.

“What.. Are you doing?” Jester asked. Though he was wearing his mask, Siren could already tell he was furrowing his eyebrows.

Siren scoffed before continuing to walk. “I’m looking for a cat.” He replied. “But I can’t find her anywhere. I’m supposed to get her before the morning so I can return it to its owner.”

Jester followed behind him, his hands behind his back. “And this is important because..?”

“I-It’s important to me!” Siren retaliated, but if anything, it made him seen more desperate.

Jester sighed before shaking his head. “Don’t tell me you’re doing this just to impress someone.”

“I-I don’t know man.” Siren finally admitted, though he continued looking left and right in an attempt to find (y/n)’s cat.

“Siren, you know we can’t be doing this— y’know, trying to date and all of that. We’re villains. What do we do if they find out, and the whole syndicate is reported? Plus, you know how we are. We’re ‘evil.’” Jester made sure to put the last word into air quotes. “At least to society we are. We have to face the truth—”

Though Jester’s words were going one ear and out the other, some of them still stuck in Siren’s head. Sure, this wasn’t the first time Siren wanted to form a close bond with someone outside of the syndicate— I mean look at Tommy. He adjusted comfortably. But I guess this time it was different. This was a complete stranger that he met as a civilian, and now he was out as Siren looking for their cat! The more Siren thought about, the more he felt foolish.

Suddenly, a loud meow could be heard from an alleyway just to the left of Siren. Jester ceased his talking and looked at Siren, who was staring at Jester right back.

“Is that the—”

“Shhh..” Siren brought his finger to his lips to quiet down Jester. Slowly, Siren approached the alleyway with Jester steadily following behind him. Lo and behold was Anvil, perched on top of a cardboard box that sat right on top of a garbage can.

“How’re you going to get it?” Jester whispered.

“Just watch.” Siren cleared his throat. He picked up a spare cardboard box that was lying around and held it up near ground level for the cat to easily jump into. “Anvil, come and sit in this box.”

A moment of silence passes between the three of them as the cat laid comfortably in her seat, not planning to move anytime soon.

“Uh, was that supposed to do something?” Jester asked sarcastically. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

“What the.. Anvil, come here now!” I demanded once again. As if taunting me, the cat simply licked her paws in response. Jester couldn’t help but to burst out laughing.

“Are you telling me your powers don’t work on cats?!” Jester gasped between laughs. “That’s fucking hilarious! Hopefully the Heroes won't find out about this one!”

“Shut up, dude!” Siren fussed at him. It took a bit for Jester to settle down his laughter with hands up out of protest.

“Sorry, sorry.. I just think it’s way too fucking funny.”

“Help me get this fucking cat, dude!” Siren exclaimed, clearly annoyed now. Siren turned around, now facing the cat again. He decided to kneel down to ground level with the box now on the floor.

Siren whistled to grab the feline’s attention. “C’mere, Anvil! Come here, buddy!” But the cat simply ignored the masked man.

“Hm, do you have a picture of the owner?” Jester asked.

“Oh, uh, yeah—” Siren took out his phone and tapped on a few things before pulling up the picture of (y/n) and Anvil. Siren looked at it one last time before showing the screen to Jester. He studied the face carefully, even grabbing the phone himself for him to examine.

Then with a simple head shake, Jester transformed his face into (y/n). It was an uncomfortable sight seeing their head on Jester’s body, but it definitely sparked the interest of Anvil.

“Come here, Anvil, come here!” Jester exclaimed as knelt down. Even his voice was near identical to (y/n). Obediently, the cat hopped off of the garbage can and into the arms of Jester, purring gingerly as she snuggled into his chest. I gave Jester an amused look as he smirked smugly.

“So, am I getting paid for this?” Jester asked as he carefully placed the feline into the box.

“To be fair, you volunteered to help. I didn’t ask.” Siren replied.

“Touche.”

Siren and Jester walked together until they were able to change into civilian clothes to avoid any conflict. It was important for Jester to maintain the face of (y/n) to keep the cat as calm as possible. Despite Siren knowing that it was just his friend and business associate under that form, he couldn’t help but stare at the face of (y/n). How their hair flowed as they walked and how their eyes glowed even under the moonlight. It felt too enchanting to even be real.

“Hey, you good bro?” Jester’s voice was the only thing to throw Siren out of his delusions.

“Yeah— yeah I’m fine.” Siren muttered, looking away. Jester rolled his eyes before sighing.

“Dude, what did I just say about getting attached to anyone?” Jester lectured once again.

“I— I know.” Siren replied defeatedly. “I know..”

“It’s dangerous for you, and whoever this—” Jester pointed as his own face. “—person you’re so infatuated with. It would be dangerous for not only you, but for them too. Imagine how much trouble they would be in knowing that they’re in relations with a supervillain.”

“I know, Jester!” Siren cried. The both of them stopped in their tracks. Even the cat laid still in it’s box. The midnight crickets filled the empty air between the two villains. “I get it— it’s too dangerous for me. It’s too dangerous for them. I’m evil. I’m going to put them in danger— I just— ugh!” Siren tilted his head back in frustration.

As he bit the inside of his cheek to hold back any bitter words he had the urge to say, Jester stood there and stared at him. It hurt even more seeing the person of interest saying these words to him. Jester quickly transformed back into his regular mask and placed a hand on Siren’s shoulder.

“Look man, I’m sorry..” Jester apologized. “I’m just worried about you, alright? Don’t want anything happening to you, especially what went down this past year.” Siren tilted his head back to look at him, and though his eyes were shielded, he could tell they were full of sincerity and reassurance.

“Yeah..” Siren voiced. “I guess I’m just tired. I don’t know. Let’s hurry home soon.”

“Alright.” Jester agreed.

The two were able to change out of their villain disguises in an abandoned warehouse without anyone noticing them. They then made their separate ways, leaving Wilbur and the cat in careful silence on walk home. Once Wil made it to the front door, he was careful in making up the steps to his room where he would keep the cat. Thankfully, he didn’t have to worry about disturbing anyone’s sleep considering that Phil and Techno were at a meeting and Tom could be quite the heavy sleeper.

Wil shut his bedroom door behind him and placed the cardboard box next to his closet. Though the cat was sound asleep now, he made sure to tuck in the feline with any spare blankets he had lying around before changing into his sleepwear and laying down in bed.

Wil pulled out his phone and texted (y/n).

Wilbur Hey, able to meet me at the cafe sometime tomorrow morning? I have you cat :)

Surprisingly, they responded.

(y/n) OMG really?! Thank you so much! I’ll see you tomorrow x

‘x’? Don’t those usually mean kisses? They probably just meant it in a friendly way. Or maybe they’re showing an interest in Wilbur? Nah, that can’t be possible. But what if? What if they’re interested in Wilbur?

Regardless of what (y/n) intended when they signed off with that little letter, Wilbur only slept a mere two hours.

The next day, Wil was ecstatic despite his lack of sleep. It was as if in a blink of eye he was in bed, but then the next moment he was scarfing down his breakfast and bolting out the door with Anvil’s box in his arms.

After all this time, he finally was able to do some sort of action to get (y/n)’s attention. To finally place himself in their field of view, and maybe, just maybe, they would have some sort of interest toward him. The thought made Wilbur’s heart flutter, making him feel like his body lifted which each step he took.

Wil had finally made it to the cafe, and right on time for that matter too. The building was just up-ahead. Wilbur took a deep breath, his chest pounding from adrenaline, anxiousness, and maybe a bit of excitement sprinkled in there as well. He looked down at the cat, who was previously buried in a sheet. She was now looking up at the man with big beady eyes staring right back at him. The charm to her collar clinked as it waved side to side.

“Okay, Anvil, I’m gonna return you to your owner now, alright? I-I’m sure she’s missing you.” Though he was just simply talking to a cat, this was (y/n)’s cat. And he was returning (y/n)’s cat! He was! Not some other kind stranger, not her family, not even her dirtbag boyfriend. It was Wilbur who would be returning this cat. Without him, Anvil wouldn’t be safe and sound in someone capable to protect a feline from the treacherous night.

With a proud smile, Wil approached the cafe with confidence radiating off his strides.

This was it, he thought.

This was it.

But was it?

He looked in the window to locate (y/n), but instead he found a sight more displeasing. the sight made his heart drop and his knees weak, but it took all his strength and awareness that he was holding a cat to keep himself steady. (y/n) was huddled up next to what seemed to be their incompetent boyfriend. Their head leaned against his shoulder, but the boyfriend did not return the affection. Instead he sat with his hands both placed on his phone, seemingly playing some idle shooting game to occupy his absent mind.

It took (y/n) noticing that Wil was at the window for Wilbur to break out of his mind. Their face beamed at the sight of their cat, and immediately they got up and rushed out of the door to greet him and her feline.

“Anvil, sweetheart!” They exclaimed. The cat immediately perked her head to face her owner before jumping out of the box and into (y/n)’s arms. Wil smiled contently at the sight, however his brain felt all kinds of fuzzy. As if he wasn’t really there.

“Thank you so much! You don’t know how much this means to me. Thank you, Wil, seriously!” Something about (y/n) saying his name made him wince. It felt like a hug before a stab in the chest. Regardless, he pushed through.

“Yeah, of course. I told you I would get her as soon as possible.” Wilbur said.

“You’re an actual lifesaver! I’m sorry if she put you through any trouble. Can I buy you a coffee or?” (y/n) offered. Though the offer was tempting, he didn’t feel comfortable spending another second seeing him and them together. Especially at such a close proximity.

“I-I’m fine,” Wil quickly muttered. “I have to go somewhere in a bit. I’ll catch you later, yeah?”

“Of course! Thank you again, truly.” (y/n) smiled. He simply nodded before turning and walking away.

Though Wil could argue that the man (y/n) calls their boyfriend is a prick, it’s not like he would be any better. Just like Jester said. That man could sit on his ass all day, not care for their cat, not care for them, and yet, he would still be the better option between him and Wilbur.

Wilbur is evil.

Wilbur is a villain.

Wilbur has killed countless living people compared to that prick killing digital npcs for fun.

Though, the argument stapled in Wil’s mind.

Wil found (y/n)’s cat. Not him.

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a / n ~ poor lil baby siren he just wants love :(( mayb ill do a part 2? i loved this concept ngl. notes of all kind are super duper appreciated :)) thank u for supporting my writing!

[blood-grove]

ruffled feathers

avian/harpy! ghost & soap + child! naga reader

tws; broken bones, near death experience, angst, kidnapping?, idk if this would count as DDD :( its jut overall a dark au take on avian and the world they live in, .

a/n; yeah this one is really heavy compared to my other ones stay safe, also my interpitation of harpies are the ones that have normal human arms and a set of wings but everything else about them is cryptid like

I really hate how stupid I was sometimes, I thought if I could just reach the nest get the eggs I'd be done head back down and enjoy the small feast along with all the other things you've foraged today.

The further I went the more painfully exposed I felt glancing around anxiously before reaching the nest digging threw it snatching up the eggs I could grab stuffing a few in my mouth already before starting down the tree a bit unevenly trying not to drop the eggs or fall.

My tail subconsciously wrapping around a branch as I almost had reached the bottom—

Only to have some huge slam into me the bark of the tree digging into my tail as it attempt to try and hold on my brain registering what the hell was going on till there was loud snap and crunch and my own scream of agony till my tail went limp and I was snagged away from the tree a few branches snapping and creak in the process.

Pain radiating threw my body like I had been crushed like a tin can, I was in the air.

I was in the air?

Did I die that quick is this heaven?

"Hope your still alive down there."

That gravely voice was clear indication I wasn't in heaven and possibly in hell.

Simon honestly did not know why he had picked up the small thing he could barely tell if it was still in his talons grip the ragged breaths and tired sobs it started to let out were a great reminder to him.

The thing would barely even be a snack honestly but better than nothing Soap needed that food badly ever since the loveable idiot broke his wing its been critical to nurse him back to health of course Price and Gaz also helped but they also had there own lives own territories so it was usually down to him to help.

Whatever the Owl Harpy could grab he'd bring back ranging from larger to smaller prey.

Small centaurs, hybrids, humans.

You name he's probably killed it.

But right the task at hand feeding Johnny.

Another few eerily quiet wing beats and he was back on track.

Landing on the ground couldn't have been fun from the little snake he hoped it broke or passed on already lifting his talon to examine the snake making sure it didn't look like it was infected the last he needed was to give Johnny food poisoning.

When he saw the little thing stirring out of its unconscious state he sighed rolling his eyes as his talons popped unlocking from around the little snake that started to sob again as I picked it up it weighed decently he hoped it wouldn't put up much of a fight for Soap.

Not his fault the thing decided to keep living usually he aims for the head or body the force of him pouncing and the whiplash of being torn away from where ever they wear would stun them long enough or kill them.

"P-please let me go-"

"What?"

God it was a mess its left arm clearly limp and useless as of now bruises blooming on there body and the few smaller cuts on there tail no doubt either from the tree he yanked it out of.

"Please it hurts—"

Simon just ignored it as he went into the interior of there little nest outpost enough room for wing spans but small enough to conserve heat as he tuned out the Naga's begs and sobs looking to see if Soap was awake finding the man stretching out his uninjured wing perking up at the sight of Simon with a smile.

"Ghost! Ah thought ye'd be gone for a few more days?

"Wasn't findin' much food out South brought ya' a snack though-"

Simon slightly waved the weakly squirming naga Soap grimacing a bit.

"Why is it still alive?"

"Thought it died on the way here guess not, What? Need your food chewed up like a fledgling?"

"Shuddup! Whatever give it-"

Simon grinned as he pulled the snake away out of reach chuckling as at Soap's huff.

"Please d-don't eat me.."

"It can still talk?"

"Yeah?"

"God's Si ye' sick bastard just crush it already you know how I feel about you toying with food- Espcially young ones-"

"Alright alright-"

"Please don't kill me I-I'm sorry!-"

Soap just huffed making a grabbing motion towards Simon as he begrudgingly handed the sobbing thing over.

"God it's barely got any meat on it."

"Best thing I could find when winters coming around the corner soon enough.."

"Can't we just..let it go?"

"And let it just freeze to death up here in the mountains sure-" Simon grinned as he looked down at Soap who just glared back up at him from the nest of pelts loose feathers fallen feathers along with whatever other makeshift bedding they've collected.

"Not what I mean but I guess you make a decent point.."

Soap sighed as he looked a down at the small naga who sobbed and whimpered.

"I- Well I can't kill them Si-"

"Alright I will then-"

"No!- I.."

"Soap..You need food you haven't even in a couple of days and neither have I.."

"Well..can't you get..something else?.."

"..Fine but I'm going to eat them then-"

Soap flinched at this subconsciously tugging the naga closer much to the pain and bewilderment of the child and there broken arm.

"For the gods sake Soap!- Do not make me take that thing away it's a waste of heat and air were already struggling to eat anyways and you haven't been healing well-"

Simon grumbled rubbing his temple as he sighed heavily.

"Please Johnny."

Soap shifted as he looked down at the writhing form in his arms there snake half had constricted barely around his leg in a attempt to force him to let go which did not work as he basically ignored them as he frowned.

"I-..Can't we keep em' Si?"

"No"

"But just look at the poor thing- Look I- Please-"

Simon just just sighed as he turned his feathers ruffling as he picked up a satchel.

"I'm going to go find some more food and some berries or whatever if I can..If you haven't eaten it by then, Then fine you can keep it or whatever but it's not eating our food."

Soap frowned slightly but he took it as a fair enough deal grinning slightly as he looked over to the little naga that had passed out either from pain or shock.

When he looked up Ghost was gone leaving him alone again.

Well not completely.

I could barely register anything that was going on the next time I woke the pain in my arm had gone down surprising a sour tart taste in my mouth either from the lack of water so far or blood.

I was warm,

Like unnaturally warm.

It kept me still the pervious cold that had been biting at my body was gone it made me lethargic looking around I noticed my arm was a in a makeshift sling.

It felt nice..It would feel nice if I didn't feel eyes on me.

"..Ye alive little snake?"

I shifted away slightly letting a raspy hiss.

"Thought so, Y'know ye know A dinnae want tae eat ye honestly yer very small skin an bones"

"I wanna leave"

"You can't really not with that broken arm..You sound parched as hell let me get some water.."

Soap smiled softly shifting a bit as he got up heading over to a part of of the cave coming back with a small bowl full cool clear water.

"Theres a spring that leaks into her..should be cool enough."

Soap sat infront of me as I glared trying to slither back as he pushed the bowl towards me.

"C'mon.."

I just hissed again as I coiled up grumbled ignoring his offer He sighed mumbled before shuffling back to his spot.

This was gonna be a long night.

a/n: WHY DID I MAKE THIS ONE SO LONG ITS SUPPOSED OT BE SHORTER THAN THIS...idk if i wanan make a pt 2 tried keeping it 1st person for reader i default to 'You' a lot bad habit.

[katlyn1948]

Look, I honestly don't know where this is going, but I needed to write and this is what I came up with. IDK if this will be something but enjoy it!

The cool brisk metal tickled along the concave between her breasts. The silver chain cascaded through the air as it maintained its clasped position around his neck and the only movement it offered was the rhythmic synchronized motion of his rocking hips. As Gendry thrusted, the silver chain followed and the ring at the end grazed across Arya’s heated skin.

The steady cadences of their mingled breaths reverberated around the room while Arya’s throaty mews shattered the silence. They had been going for hours, completely lost in the euphoric oblivion of each other.

As the sweat began to trickle down Gendry’s chest, Arya couldn’t resist the urge to lap at it with her wanting tongue. His salty taste exploded across her taste buds, garnering a guttural moan from her chapped lips.

Egged on by her pleasurable sounds, Gendry’s pace shifted. What was once a steady metronome became an allegro of heated beats. His fingers dug into her supple skin as his grip tightened along her vivacious waist. His other hand burrowed into the headboard above them, and his brows furrowed as his concentration to rip her over the edge multiplied tenfold.

Arya gasped at the sudden tempo change, from soft and melodic to rough and raucous. She couldn’t keep her nails from digging into the curve of his rounded ass, imprinting him as hers.

Her pleasure was teetering and as he pushed deeper and went hard, she knew it was only a matter of time before she plunged from the precipice and into a shattering oblivion.

As her insides coiled, she clenched, gripping him like a vice and extracting his own reckless abandon, milking him of all he was worth.

His worn body collapsed onto the downy bed beneath him, and he curled his burly arms around Arya’s small frame, pulling her close to his heaving chest. She burrowed her face into the warmth of his embrace and took a deep breath. He smelled of her; their scents mingled together in a wicked dance.

“How long?” she asked, her voice rough from the strain it endured yelling his name.

“An hour before someone starts to notice.” He replied as his fingers tickled the ends of hair that gave way to the middle of her back.

A rigid chill swept across Arya’s spine as she took in the revelation. “When will you be back?”

“Two weeks, if the catch is good. Will you manage?”

No. “Yes.”

“And you?”

Arya sighed and pushed herself from his embrace. She sat up and curled her legs beneath her before resting her head on her waiting knees. She studied him then, letting her eyes roam over the dips and falls of his body. He was a stunning creature with his large shoulders and strong arms and the midnight black of his paired with the ocean blue of his piercing eyes. It's no wonder she kept crawling back.

“No assignment. I’ll be here in the apartment.” Alone.

Gendry chuckled, “You’ll go mad with nothing to do and no one to kill.”

“Maybe I will be able to rid my home of your insufferable scent.” A smile danced across her lips. “Do a bit of deep cleaning.”

“I find that doubtful,” he growled as he snaked his arms around her waist before pulling her back into the safety of his arms.

Arya felt content in the confines of his embrace. Just his presence alone set an ease to the raging sea that stormed her brain. It was such a powerful relief and one she hadn’t had in a long time. But his visits were far and few in between and in just under an hour her thoughts would be scattered once more.

“Be careful out there.” She breathed against his bicep that lay nestled just beneath her head.

She could feel the cascade of kisses he planted down her spine and she couldn’t help the goose flesh that echoed across her skin. “I always am.”

“I know you are, but the sea is a treacherous place. It can be calm and steady one moment and dangerously unforgiving the next. Trust me, I know.”

Her heart ached for the longing of wanting to be at sea. The adventurous side of her craved it. But the accident left her scarred with fear that nearly crippled her every time she set foot on a boat.

Her retirement forced by the hands of fate.

“The boys and I have handled our fair share of anger ocean. We will be fine.” Gendry placed one more kiss upon her shoulder before pulling himself away from her warm bed.

Arya could hear him rummaging for his jeans as she faced away from him, not wanting to see him leave.

“I have to go over checklist today. Davvos left me in charge.” He climbed in behind her, forcing her to face him. “Don’t I always come back?”

She huffed, “Yes.”

“Then I’ll see you in two weeks.” He captured her lips once more before pulling himself from the bed and grabbing his rucksack by the door.

“Gendry?” She said before he had a chance to open the door. “I’ll see you then.”

A smile crept to his face, “I’ll see you then.”

And then he was gone.

And Arya was left alone in her apartment with a dreadful feeling that she pushed to the back of her mind because he always came back.

[hearts4yawnzzn]

Hiii, I'm here to make a request jsjsjs

So a comfort scenario with Taehyun x fem or gn!reader with prompts 2 & 37

Idk any scenario but reader comforting Taehyun when he's burned out or sad about something.

Tysm ❤️❤️❤️

Yess of course!!

I honestly gelt a litte bad while writing this idk why LMAO but I hope it satisfies you!! 🩵🩵

Also this is the first ever x y/n that I have ever written so I apologize if it sounds rushed or all over the place 😭🙏🏻

edit: i was aiming for gn!reader 😭 but i got confused while writing this so apologies 🙏🏻 i will definitely practice writing gn! imagines off tumblr so it will be perfect the next time I post something similar!!

Violets are Blue // Kang Taehyun

Idol: TXT — Kang Taehyun

Prompt(s): 2 & 37

- “Please don’t cry. I can’t stand seeing you cry.”

- “You look like you need a hug.”

Genre: Fluff, comfort, a little bit of crying

Pairing: Kang Taehyun x Fem!Reader

Plot: Taehyun comes back home quietly, giving you short answers as he refuses to look you in the eye, you realised that something was wrong and you immediately approached him to comfort him.

Word count: 0.9K smthn

It was pretty rare to see Taehyun this quiet, ever since he got back from work. He would always greet you with a big smile on his face and immediately starts sharing what happened to him during work.

But today was different, he had walked in with a dull expression on his face, giving you a small greeting as he puts his bag down and takes off his shoes, you were immediately puzzled, following him as he stepped inside the kitchen.

You crossed your arms, eyes watching him with curiosity. “Tae? How was work?” he raises his head a little as he finally hears your voice, sighing deeply, Taehyun opens the fridge and starts looking for a can of soda.

“It was fine, like usual.” you didn't understand him, there was no ‘usual’. He would always tell you a different story every single day, somehow managing to involve Beomgyu in every single one of them.

Silent steps approached him as you bent down and grabbed the soda can that was sitting right in front of him, he turned around, his attention on you but his head hung low.

With your eyebrows furrowed, staring at him with sad eyes as you tried to get a look at his face, but he just wouldn't let you.

“Babe, what happened? Can you look at me please?” your hands slowly moved and reached up to cup his cheeks, tilting his head upwards so you can lock eyes.

But you didn’t expect it, “Tae?” his eyes were red and puffy, and his nose was a little bit red as well. He was crying.

You've been dating Taehyun for about a year now, sure he gets sad and pouty sometimes but you've rarely seen him cry. And when he does you know it's something serious. “You look like you need a hug, baby, yeah?”

Taehyun silently nods and snakes his arms around your waist, pulling you into a tight hug as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, eyes closed as his breaths slowly start to become uneven.

Without waiting any time you hugged him back just as tightly, softly rubbing his back as you tried to soothe him down. He didn't want to look at you, he felt embarrassed, crying over something that might not even be of great significance.

The feeling of his crying figure held by your own was killing you, it pains you to see him like this, silently crying and gripping onto your (his) shirt.

Your hugs were always a comfort place for him, whether he was happy, sad, or afraid. They made him feel safe.

Feeling your own eyes water, you carefully wiped away your tears as you tried to control your breaths.

Seeing your boyfriend vulnerable and crying makes you cry as well.

He lifts his head, cheeks still damp with salty tears as his eyes lock with yours as if his eyes couldn't get any softer, you instinctively wipe any tears that still threatened to fall.

“Sweetheart...” Taehyun’s deep voice caught your attention, clearing his throat, he proceeds to stare at you with pain-stricken eyes while managing a small smile on his face.

“Please don’t cry... I can’t stand seeing you cry...” you feel the palms of his hands gently rest on your cheeks, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones.

It was his turn to wipe your tears away, you couldn’t help but give him a small, sad smile. “Why—” small hiccup, “were you crying before you came home?”

The both of you have calmed down now, while you were worried about him, Taehyun was busy getting lost in your eyes, it might sound cheesy to some people but it was true.

“Baby, did you know that you look very cute right now?” you stare at him dumbfounded, he was trying to joke around to lift your mood, and it was working.

Small giggles left your lips, “I was the one who was supposed to make you feel better, ya know.” his smile eventually grew wider, “Come here.” sniffing his nose before pulling you back in for a second hug.

Your arms wrap around his neck, hugging him closely. “Are you gonna tell me which person from the company made my boyfriend cry?” it was his turn to let out a chuckle, slowly shaking his head as he then pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“You don't need to worry about that, trust me everything has been solved.” he softly spoke as he held you, you then nod, snuggling into his chest as he pats your head. “Let's not stay in the kitchen sweetheart, I know we're both tired from standing.”

Both of you slowly detach from each other, Taehyun’s hand found yours as he slowly intertwines your fingers, dragging you to the couch that was placed in the middle of the small apartment. “Movie?”

His suggestion results in a big smile forming on your face as you nod, letting go of his hand as you hurriedly grabbed a blanket from your room.

As you walked back to your boyfriend, you have already found him, the couch spread out into bed mode as he laid down with the TV and Netflix open.

“Let’s not talk about this anymore, I want you to think about anything else, focus on the movie, and enjoy your time with me.” your big, bright smile never left.

With the blanket covering you both, you snuggled into your boyfriend ‘s side as he places an arm around you.

How can he focus on the movie when you're right beside him?

[tfatwsiguess]

Midnight Present

Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader

NSFW

Prompt: Bucky wakes you up with some unprompted attention, and won’t let you go back to sleep until you’ve paid your dues.

Warnings: Overstimulation galore, fingering & oral female receiving, begging, forced orgasm, multiple orgasms, somnophilia, brief choking, pet names

My first published smut. Never thought I’d post any because it’s just not my style and honestly I’ve preferred to just write it for myself, but idk I think this is kind of good and while I’m in between chapters for I’m Glad I Met You I should probably still post to be relevant 🙃 I really just wrote this for myself so it’s not plot heavy or detailed or anything but aye it’ll do

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You woke up with a shudder. The slow rhythmic movement between your legs eased you out of deep sleep. The sensations pushing through your exhausted haze racked your unsuspecting body with another shiver.

Bucky had a strong hold around you; his smooth vibranium arm tight around your stomach, gripping your hip, and his other snaking under your side and into your pajama shorts. Your back was pressed against his front– not the position you fell asleep in, but how you were inexplicably positioned now. His strong arms kept you close against him as his fingers were slowly, but firmly, massaging your clit.

Your hips began wiggling, stuttering at the sudden processing of stimulation.

At seeing you were finally waking, Bucky’s left arm stretched and gripped you tighter. You whimpered, both out of grogginess and stimulation pulling you from sleep. “Bucky…” you whispered.

“Shhh,” he coaxed softly into your ear. It sent shivers down your spine, and he loved the feeling of your body tremor. “Stay quiet, kitten.” His voice soothed with his chin perched right up on your shoulder, leaving you no personal space of your own.

It was still the middle of the night. Everyone in the compound should definitely be asleep by now, but the quietness still didn’t help, and he knew you were louder when you weren’t in as much control of yourself. He was gonna have some fun with that.

Bucky’s fingers pick up in pace, and your breath hitches. Still never completely awake, your head arches back in helplessness as he teases you up onto the edge. Your hand found his left arm weakly, subconsciously attempting to pull it away. “Nuh uh, baby. Be a good girl for me.” His arm easily slipped out of your hand and grabbed your wrist, the other applying much more pressure to your tenderized clit as punishment.

You let out a high-pitched whine in your foggy stupor. As his rubbing hardened mercilessly, your hips and back moved more, cowering away from his hand. But his bigger body surrounded yours, and he follows you easily to your hiding place. Another voice-cracking whine, paired with a jolt of your hips had him smirking satisfiedly. Your struggle was adorable, and he just couldn’t get enough of you defenselessly whining through his teasing.

Your head began moving side to side, overrun with unchecked pleasure. Buck shoved his hand tighter into your core, deciding to up the tension. You had nowhere to go, no room to struggle against his torture, so when your squirming became more persistent, he doubled down. He knew where your sweet spot was and abused it with no shame, rubbing and pushing harshly. Your breaths became high pitched as the ball of tension coiled further in your core. Faster and faster he pushes you past your limit, still restraining your wrist and pinning your hips tight against him. Your desperate, breathy moans came faster now, feeling his entire toned body holding you still until he allowed otherwise. With your mind shut off, reflexes dulled, and pussy sensitized, all the sudden sensory overload expedited your climax flawlessly. Just what Buck was expecting.

“Such a sensitive girl,” he chuckled darkly.

His voice in your ear was almost enough to put you over the edge while his fingers were still working you over. A guttural moan came from your throat, like a beautiful song just for him.

He wanted more of that. And he wasn’t gonna stop until you were wailing. Until you were left a mumbling mewling mess all strung out just for him. Silly putty in his hands to do with as he pleased, and nothing less.

He narrowed his quick rubbing directly onto your clit, speeding in tight circles that had you going slack jawed in seconds. “Ah!” You cried incredulously. Even as your hips protested again, he didn’t let up. He didn’t stop as you were crying out, allowing no break as you clearly entered your high either.

His flesh hand kept up it’s evil pace as his free one reached up and pressed against your mouth firmly, effectively muffling your pretty little self. He didn’t have to be as gruff as he was, but he wanted you in a puddle by the end of this. And even muffled by his strong hand, you sounded like you were being destroyed.

He absolutely loved forcing you to be vocal. To be so reactive he knew just when you were needing to come down. That didn’t mean he’d let you. Instead, he kept up his circling strokes through your whimpers.

“Buck–“ you cut off to let out a whine, “Bucky!” You cried at his cruelty, struggling now more than you ever had. Your body writhed and thrashed against him, but was still easily kept under his control. His fingers parted slightly over your mouth to let you helplessly cry his name. “Bucky please–“ you could barley get out.

“You want me to stop touching you?” He huskily breathes out, fingers still circling lazily.

“Mhm!” You moaned quickly, eyes screwed shut.

“Beg me.”

“Please, I can’t…” you breathed out, nearly unable to remember words anymore.

“Mhm?”

“B-Bucky please I just– nngh! I just came, j-just let me– ah!” His laugh at your impossible struggle made you feel even more powerless. Especially with his front seat view to your dirty pleas as you try to fight through him increasing the pressure again. “Nng! I can’t! Bucky, you– agh! Fuck. Pleeeease!”

“Alright, baby.” The hair of his stubble moved when his lips stretched with an amused smile. “Come for me, now.”

And that did the trick. Your second wave of pleasure and serotonin summoned forth with one last heavenly pressure pushed down on your hot core. “Nuh! OoooohgodBucky!”

His other hand reached up and nudged your face towards his, consuming you in a kiss through your second earth-shattering climax. His hand stayed perched on your bundle of nerves, not rubbing, but keeping the pressure there as he saw you through the wave. He didn’t part his lips from yours until your whines died down, pulling back slowly.

It took a while for you to catch your breath. You knew super soldiers were efficient, but to reach pure pleasure twice in just a matter of minutes was indescribable…

His beautiful hand left from between your legs, leaving you be. If you weren’t before, you were worn out now.

That didn’t stop him from slipping down to place his face to your hips. In nanoseconds your core was exposed to him, vulnerable to his desires. You shivered, feeling his breath gracing you down there. He wasted no more time, gripping your thighs and pushing them apart. He couldn’t care less if you came all the way down yet or not. That heavenly mouth of his opened wide and perched right on your abused area. A gasp was ripped from your throat when a fiery warmth engulfed you.

“Damn it, Bucky!” You groaned breathlessly.

He chuckled against you, making your back arch from the instantaneous vibrations. His suctioning mouth pulled back, releasing your soft skin.

“Just one more, princess,” he cooed between sloppy kisses. “You can give me one more.”

“Hhhhn you’re killing meeee.” You twist pointlessly, under the false impression you were able to move freely as you begged him once again, until the super soldier gripped your thighs harshly and pulled you back into his awaiting mouth. He took pleasure in ignoring your helpless pleas for a good long while. Especially when he knew you knew there was no amount of begging that would make him stop.

“Oh god– please…” you let out breathlessly as his warm, firm muscle shot out to slowly lap itself up against your precious bud.

Still half asleep, so tired and eyes still screwed shut, your hips twitched desperately; caught between pushing closer to him and getting free. But he left no choice as his head followed your every move, permanently perched around the oasis between your thighs. Those godly hands of his rubbed up your sides lovingly, stroking and squeezing occasionally while that mouth worked you over. You mewl defenselessly, only further fueling his devilish desire.

The delirium mixed with this euphoria was heavenly as he mercilessly teased you– and more overwhelming than you’d ever felt. His sweet spot for you, perfectly balanced. He nibbled your clit playfully, tongue making a reappearance right after to fully lick up between your folds.

The audible shudder that got him made his mouth stretch so wide, and his big soft hands immediately came down to grip those thighs of yours in triumph. With every clench of your sensitive muscle, he returned it with a rub or a lick or nip until he finally pulled another cry from your lips.

“Fuck. Yes…” You sighed, torturous overstimulation finally waning into bigger bursts of intense pleasure.

“Mmm. Mine.” He grunts in response, intensifying his tongue in and around your hot core.

“Oh god yes.” Your voice was becoming high pitched again, mouth hanging open. “Mmmm so good… My Bucky…”

That’s it babygirl, let go.

He thought as his eyes pierced you, but didn’t dare separate or stop to say it.

“Ugh, yes! Don’t stop!”

Once you really started letting your voice out, one hand of his snaked its way up around your neck, and squeezed. “Quiet.”

That was all he needed to say, and you knew what would happen if you weren’t.

It didn’t mean he would make staying quiet any easier for you. So it was all you could do when your hand pressed over your mouth and nose desperately. You were so close.

Then he saw your free hand gripping the bedsheets tightly. He didn’t like that.

Barnes reached up and gripped your wrist, twisting harmlessly to make you release and take the sensations as he intended; with no help. No relief.

“More.” You moaned.

“Say please.” He growls, both hands clenching around your wrist and thigh tighter.

“Fuck– please?” You obey, restrained hand struggling in his grasp. He grunts in satisfaction, speeding up his lapping at you. When he heard you panting again, he could hear the muffle of you suppressing your volume like he commanded. Good girl.

It was time for your reward.

Bucky’s face wiggled side to side between you, effectively pleasuring you with the glorious friction. With one hand pinning your wrist down and the other wrapped around your thigh to keep you accessible, he was ready to hold you down for your no doubt, thrashing orgasm.

It didn’t take much longer for his pink muscle to coax another climax from you. As dark as the room was, colors burst across your vision as your mind-shattering orgasm wholly ravaged between your legs, and electrified your world. You just couldn’t control yourself; you began rocking and bouncing into his face as he kept your clit sucked through it. The mangled whine that came from you both made Bucky feel like the most god-like being on the planet, and the evilest for enjoying every second of this. Especially when he could’ve just had F.R.I.D.A.Y. to soundproof the room.

When Buck finally separated from your skin, he allowed you a few seconds of sweet relief… before placing his last loving smooches across your clit and folds.

You gasped and arched away. “N-no more!”

He chuckled as he rose up from your blissed nether region, patting your thigh condescendingly. “Aw don’t worry, tough guy. I won’t keep you riled up any longer. For now.”

“Why…” you whispered, still catching your breath. And wits, which were certainly scattered in a puddle. “W-why did you…”

“Wanted to hear what you sound like in your sleep. And begging without the usual stubbornness.”

“Hm… you’re mean.” You responded tiredly, sinking back into sleep once his arms were safely around you again.

Bucky smiled softly, kissing a spot behind your ear gently, and whispering. “I’m waking you up like that more often. Just wait until morning.”

[elysianslove]

Which of the haikyuu men would enjoy getting choked the most? And which one should would prefer choking? I love your writing hehe

ugh this ASK. also thank u sm lovely <333 

warning; choking, breath play, degradation, humiliation 

HAIKYUU MEN THAT PREFER CHOKING 

iwaizumi hajime

ugh first person that popped up in my head. loves to see his much larger hand wrapped so tight around your throat, gripping tightly enough to leave bruises. oh my god the bruises. just littering the sides of your neck. gorgeous. and he lives for both the feel of your breath hitching every time his hand comes around to choke you and how fucked out you always look. loves loves loves to choke you when in missionary, with your hips raised up, nearly bent in half as he leans over you. he keeps your upper body down with a tight hand around your throat— and the way you squirm so much and cry and beg for him,,, he’s a goner. 

miya atsumu

this bitch fucking loves it. if he discovers it’s your kink somehow, he’ll do it out of the blue mid-sex to stun you, and it’s the most satisfying feeling ever for him: the way your eyes widen and the feel of you clenching tightly around him. he just thinks you look so so so pretty with a hand wrapped around your throat!! also loves to snake it down to play with your nipples and chest. just. he lives to overstimulate you in every possible way. his favorite way to choke you is when he’s hitting it from the back, and he just lifts you up (possibly by your hair) and keeps your back pressed to his chest with a hand around your throat. ugh so sexy of him <3

tsukishima kei

omg... loves to humiliate the shit out of you. “this gets you off? you like it when i’m rough? dirty, dirty.” he makes you feel so awful about it, but that’s only outwardly. he can’t help but adore how perfectly your throat rests in his hands, the way you lean so leniently into his touch, how responsive you are, how braindead you get from just that one action. loves to choke you when you’re sitting spread out between his legs, a mirror preferably before you, one hand between your legs, toying with you, the other wrapped gently around your throat. he doesn’t need to have a tight hold to keep you in check after all :) 

suna rintarō 

oh my god this man does it all the time, during sex or not. you’re just standing and chatting with him and he has a hand wrapped around your throat endearingly, nodding to your words lightly, the slightest smile or smirk on his face. does it in pictures all!!! the time!!! does it when he’s pulling you in for a kiss too!! but his favorite would have to be when you’re sitting all pretty on his lap, riding him just so perfectly, rolling and grinding and swiveling your hips, and his cock’s filling you up so well, and his hand just travels along your chest, up to the base of your throat, smoothing his thumb along your neck and then you throw your head back!!! what a sight !!!!!!!!!! 

matsukawa issei 

are you kidding me??????? are you kidding me?????? this man. this man. his fingers are so long and thick and his hands are so big, and his fingers are always, always adorned with silver and black rings. when i say he loves to choke you, i mean he loves you to choke you, and in every possible way too. he loves to do it as he’s fucking into you, just grabbing your neck, gripping your throat tightly and just forcing you to tilt your head back and consequently arching your back into him and he just goes, “atta girl,” or something like that. but !!! he also just ,,, he makes you choke on his fingers basically, and the rings he wears are always glistening with your spit and he’s always grinning so wildly when you cough and gag ugh

bokuto kōtarō 

shit he loves it. LOVES IT. like grabbing your throat with both his hands and squeezing loves it. bokuto gets lost in his pleasure and seeing yours so easily that when it comes to choking, it’s instinctive. it always turns into breathplay and that led to a couple of ,,, not very nice incidents where you genuinely couldn’t breathe and had to wheeze out your safe word, but over time he started to get the hang of it!! and you in turn started to trust him more!! he just loves the sight and feel of pounding into you and bending you in half as he squeezes at your throat and derives you of oxygen. just that dependency on him. he lives for it. 

konoha akinori 

he teases, he teases so much. when he chokes you, it’s much more for show and for the idea of it than the actual action. like you get so obedient and fall so pliant for him the moment his hand just simply comes to rest around your throat that he never has to exert any strength into it. he just thinks you look so stunning like that, all for him. and he loves it when you personally grab his hand and bring it up to your neck, all bashful and shit it drives him insane he won’t be able to stop smirking at you ugh. 

sugawara kōshi 

this sadist shit knows what he’s doing when he chokes you, and the most infuriating part is he acts all innocent and clueless about it. if you ever ask him to choke you, he’ll pretend to not know shit as he brings his hand up around your throat, asking in a teasing voice with the cheekiest, most mischievous grin ever, “like this?” but he’s squeezing the sides of your throat so perfectly and resting his palm ever so gently and his hand fits so snug around your throat that there’s no way. there’s no way he doesn’t know what he’s doing. loves to talk shit and degrade the hell out of you in the most faux innocent way as he’s fucking you. just, “aw, poor baby wants me to be mean?” 

HONORARY MENTIONS; daichi sawamura, semi eita, akaashi keiji, kuroo tetsurō, kyōtani kentarō, aran ojirō, sakusa kiyoomi, meian shūgo, (possibly) kita shinsuke, shirabu kenjirō, (sometimes) satori tendō, timeskip!hinata shōyō

HAIKYUU MEN THAT PREFER GETTING CHOKED 

miya osamu 

hear me out. osamu loves when you ride him, like it might be one of his favorite positions ever. everything about it is so perfect to him. and although he’s naturally more dominant in bed, having your hand slither up to rest around his throat is so. electrifying to him. especially if you’re even slightly smaller than him, specifically your hands!! like there’s no way you can actually dominate him but— it still feels like he’s in power, but he’s completely putty in your hands too. idk just choke this man he needs it <3 and !!! and he loves loves loves it like shivers up his spine loves it when you’re kissing him and cupping the back of his neck then one hand comes around to wrap around his throat to pull away from the kiss and push his head to tilt a little to suck at his neck he’s just. wow.

oikawa tōru 

he looks so, so, so fucking gorgeous with a hand wrapped around his throat. it doesn’t matter the position, he just always looks so good getting choked. like as he’s fucking into you from above, just grab him by his throat and pull him in for a searing kiss and he might just cum in that moment. or squeeze at his throat as you use it for leverage to bounce on his lap and watch his eyes roll to the back of his head. and !!! he’s huge on breathplay too (receiving and giving). he’s obsessed with how fuzzy his head gets from the lack of oxygen and always begs you to do it when he’s about to cum. he sounds and looks so fucking GORGEOUS pls im in love w him

kageyama tobio

i like mean kags, i like dominant, rough kags. but get this. shy kageyama. kageyama as a stuttering mess. kageyama who nearly cums in his pants when your hands wrap around his throat for the first time. i’d say that’s how he developed a choking kink, by letting you try it on him for the first few times. he fell in love with just. everything about it, from the feel to the concept itself, and eventually fell in love with the idea of choking you. but honestly, he much prefers your hands around his throat, even if he’s the one completely in control of everything. 

hanamaki takahiro 

he likes it because he’s a little shit that gets off of tormenting you. you’ll be choking him and he’s grinning up at you maniacally. he loves it of course; it genuinely does feel really good, both you squeezing so tight around him and your hands squeezing at his throat, but he loves annoying you about it even more. just grinning up at you the whole time as your ride him, or if he’s above you and your hands start to slip, he’s grabbing at your wrists and going, “ah, ah, ah,” like :| maybe you should kill him while you’re at it. but no he fucks harder when he’s getting choked so,,, maybe save the murder case for later 

goshiki tsutomu

idk i just wanna make him cry. he probably does cry when he gets too sensitive, but anyways he loses all coherence the moment you wrap your hands around his throat. his entire body goes limp and you have to fuck yourself onto him. his eyes are rolling back, all dewy and pretty, and his tongue is slipping out slightly and he’s drooling and his eyes start to cross with his cheeks all pink and streaked with tears and he’s trembling beneath you. ugh he’s so cute, please choke him more often. he’s in love with it. 

HONORARY MENTIONS; yamaguchi tadashi, kenma kozume (is very much a switch when it comes to choking though), lev haiba, koganegawa kanji 

HAIKYUU MEN THAT CAN’T IMAGINE HURTING YOU 

aone takanobu, asahi azumane, kindaichi yūtarō, lev haiba, (pre-timeskip) hinata shōyō, yamamato taketora 

HAIKYUU MEN THAT DON’T KNOW WHAT THEY’RE DOING

tanaka ryūnosuke, nishinoya yū, also haiba lev, sometimes ushijima wakatoshi, ginjima hitoshi 

[arrowflier]

hey i love your writing…I was wondering if we could get some sleepy!ian action?? idk i just imagine him being all cute and clingy and FAR too honest when he’s tired :)

“How the fuck…” Mickey muttered as he came into the living room, starting down at Ian’s prone form on the Gallagher sofa. He had only been gone for five minutes—okay, fifteen, Lip had offered him a smoke after they loaded the car—and Ian had somehow managed to fall asleep.

Another day, it might have made him worry. But they had been up late the night before helping their new neighbors move in, and up early that morning for work, and maybe it wasn’t that surprising that a man who grew up in chaos and spent a year in jail was taking his rest where he could find it.

And honestly, Mickey hated to wake him. He looked relaxed, and peaceful, the lines of his face smoothed out in sleep. His pink lips were turned up at the corners, a sign of good dreams, and he hugged a pillow to his chest just tight enough to keep it from falling to the floor.

But it was time to leave. Lip and Tami were heading out, Debbie had already put Franny to bed—they should be on their way to their own soft mattress, where Ian could hold Mickey instead of a pile of cotton and acrylic, and snuffle into his hair instead of wiping his face against the back cushion of the sofa.

Mickey sighed, and rubbed a hand over his face. Fuck, he was getting soft.

“Hey, Gallagher,” he said quietly, tapping a knuckle on the bottom of Ian’s foot where it hung over the arm of the sofa.

Ian mumbled something, but didn’t wake, just pulled his leg up and rolled onto his side.

“Ian, come on,” Mickey said a little louder, coming around the sofa to stand near his husband’s head. He whacked his knee on the table, and hissed, bending over to rub at it.

When he stood straight again, he was sure he saw a sliver of green watching him before Ian snapped his eyes shut again.

“Oh, for the love of—”

Mickey stepped closer, nudged Ian’s shoulder, just a touch rough.

“Come on, sleeping beauty,” he said, “it’s time to wake the fuck up and go home.”

Ian just hummed, and held his pillow tighter, so Mickey ripped it from his grip.

He expected grumbles. An outcry. A pouty-faced Ian staring up at him with wide eyes.

He did not expect two long arms to snake out around his own waist, and tug him closer so firmly he almost lost his balance.

“What the—”

“Mmm,” Ian responded, eyes still closed. “Soft.”

Mickey sputtered.

“I am not fucking…” he trailed off as Ian squeezed, the other man’s face nearly pressed into his stomach. The hand not holding that stupid pillow fell to Ian’s head, buried itself in short red hair.

“You’re soft,” Mickey grumbled without heat, scratching lightly at Ian’s scalp. “I’m not a goddamn teddy bear, Ian.”

“You’re better,” Ian mumbled, lips upturned. It made the wrinkled at the sides of his eyes appear, even with the lids closed; the wrinkles that always showed when he laughed, or grinned, like his happiness was so much that it distorted his own body.

“Sure,” Mickey agreed. “But you still gotta get up.”

Then Ian gripped tighter, and rolled, and instead of him getting up, Mickey was falling down. Down on top of Ian’s firm chest, twisting as he fell, ending up squished between his husband’s body and the back of the sofa.

“Fucking octopus,” he muttered, trying to wriggle enough to get Ian’s watch out from where it was digging into his back. All he managed to do was dig himself deeper into the cushions, but whatever, it kind of worked.

“You didn’t win,” he made sure to tell his husband, who had opened his eyes just enough to make sure Mickey was comfortable. “Just don’t feel like fightin’ your giant ass right now.”

“You like my ass,” Ian said, voice thick with sleep, and nuzzled into the space under Mickey’s jaw. “Told me so last week, when you—”

“Yeah, alright, Mr. I bottom now,” Mickey retorted. But the last word stretched out on a yawn, Ian’s warmth and the softness of the sofa lulling him into restfulness.

“S’ok,” Ian whispered into his neck, brushing the skin with a barely-there kiss. “Still like your ass more.”

“Fucking better,” Mickey mumbled. Ian’s eyes were closed again, and this close, he could count the freckles on the thin skin.

One, two…

Ian sighed, and snuggled closer.

Three, four…

Mickey blinked. Pried his eyes back open.

Five, six…

He blinked again. This time, his eyes stayed closed.

Hours later, they would wake to a warm weight crawling over them, Franny having snuck down from bed to join her favorite uncles. They would let her settle with them, and resign themselves to spending the whole night. It wasn’t too much of a hardship; the house was quiet at night, and warm, and familiar. And if they woke again with a blanket over them and Debbie watching quietly from the chair, well.

It was okay to be soft around family.

[mrskurono]

title: Fat Girl a/n: I really appreciate when writers write chubby!readers but honestly I need more than thicc thighs and a cute tummy. This is self indulgent as shit bc I have an “apple” body type and chubby!reader doesn’t fit my body type per say + might turn this into a series idk + I’m a fat chick so don’t get your panties in a bundle  word count: 1k tags: the usage of the word “fat” often, smut, vaginal penetration, soft but horny Suna, breeding kink ish, creampie, dirty talk, established relationship, chubby chaser Suna character(s): Rintaro Suna (hq)

Rintaro was a glutton. Head to toe. He was just that. A glutton.

Calloused and strong middle blocker hands made to stop volleyballs looked the best when they were grabbing fistfuls of your love handles. This he would tell you until the day he died. His body was for you first. Volleyball second.

Those same giant hands were holding onto your handles like his life depended on it. Long fingers pressed into the soft fat of your sides and sweat dripping down his nose as he stared down at you. Stalling his hips just for his sake and nothing more. If he moved anymore he was certain he’d loose himself. And he didn’t want it to end just yet.

“Shit-” His chest heaved with a shaky breath. Rintaro’s love drunk gaze turned down to you and only you under him, “Look at you-” 

Handsy as ever. Rintaro couldn’t figure out where to look or what to grab first. Every stretch mark over your stomach and chest was a map to another wonderful area of your body he craved. He could mold his hands into your supple stomach. Squish your breasts together and lick along the stretch marks. Or he could slip his cock out of you and slide his length along your fat cunt lips. He wanted to do it all. Plain and simple. Rintaro was a glutton for you.

“Shut up.” You roll your head back with a groan leaving your slightly parted lips. Hips bucking up to meet his with some kind of friction after he stopped, “...You’re just saying that.”

Rintaro shook his head. Leaning himself down to catch your lips on his. Not about to resume a quick pace like he had been. Instead the middle blockers hips flexed with short snaps of his cock into you. Burying himself down to the hilt each time. Leaving you to do nothing short of moan on his lips and grip his forearms when he hovered above you.

Another thing he savored. All that extra warm skin and you could enveloped his long cock. Rintao never felt like this about someone before. He was stupidly drunk on the idea of loving you more and more each day. 

“You’re so fucking hot-” He moaned against your lips, biting needy at your bottom one when your breath hitches and breaks the kiss, “Everything. I want it.”

Before you could wrap your arms around his shoulders. Rintaro leaned back up. Hooking his hands in your hips and smiling as all your extra tummy covered his hands when he yanked you down fully on his cock. Nestled so perfectly inside you. He swore you were made for him in more ways than one. Only thinking in fleeting thoughts about how good you could look with more than just his cock inside you.

Thoughts aside, the man swallowed the lump in his throat watching your stomach jiggle with his little forceful thrust. He wanted to put his mouth on it. Suck, bite, worship. Every single inch. To do so he’d have to pull out and he wasn’t willing to do that yet.

“Rin,” his name leaving your lips like a plea, he knows what it does to you when he fixates down on you like this. Sending shivers through your entire body as he gorges on the sight of you naked under him, “Fuck me already. God please-”

No need for an invitation to a feast of such caliber. Rintaro bottomed out in your fat cunt in one snap of his hips. The squelch of your juices around his cock and the way your supple walls milked him. Desperate not to cum he didn’t want anything for himself until he got the pleasure of seeing you writhe in pleasure on his cock.

Quickly his fingers went to your folds to find your clit. In desperation for himself as much as it was for you. Long, strong fingers working over your sensitive bud when he found the sweet spot that made you tighten around him and moan like a whore for him. With laser focus Rintaro wouldn’t move his fingers from the quick little circles paired with his cock fucking your deepest parts. He watched entranced by the way your body reacted.

Folds, creases and stretch marks all over your soft stomach. Leaving Rintaro wishing he had more hands to grab and grope at your fat. He wanted to. No, needed to.

“S-Shit- Rin!” Your cry broke him from his trance. Followed suit by the real way you tightened around him.

Rintaro grunted, eyes set on you like a predator. He wanted your orgasm and he wanted it now. With an extra flick of his finger over your clit and the way his stomach flexed when he thrusted into you harder than before. Was simply the undoing you needed to cum on your boyfriend. 

And you came hard, Rintaro wasn’t ready to let you just ride out an orgasm. He pulled you down on him when you squirmed and shuddered. Keeping you on his entire length with the violent shaking of your hips. His name leaving your lips like a curse and a blessing wrapped into one. It was too much.

“I can’t-” His eyes shut with one last stroke. Forcing his cock inside until he bottomed out in you. All of it too much. Your plush walls twitching around him and your fat cunt lips against the base of his cock that left him soaked in your juices. Rintaro didn’t hide it. Grip on your love handles to pull you closer to him as he came hard. Each gush of cum leaving him moaning incoherently and drooling outside your cunt.

Recovered from your orgasm sooner than his. Rintaro gave up as he laid on top of you with deep breathes trying to regain his composure or fall asleep. He wasn’t sure which one was going to come first. Your arms coming around and holding him close to you as he relaxed on top of you. Fingers combing through his hair that earned a sweet hum from him. 

Realizing his hands were free. Rintaro snaked his hands to your sides. Now that he could, he grabbed you tight. Feeling the squish of your plush body in his hands. 

It was clear to you that he wanted to squeeze your fat from the moment you two started making out earlier, “You’re so weird.” 

He buried his face in your neck. Squishing you like that was enough of an answer. But then he took a moment and kissed your neck softly without lifting his head, “My hands are better for grabbing you than playing volleyball. So that’s what I’m gonna do.”

Rintaro was a shameless glutton for a fat girl. 

[allthingskakashi]

thigh riding with kakashi maybe👀

OKAY SO idk if this was just a general ask but i was inspired bc Kakashi's thighs get me 🥵🥵 so i wrote a whole fic which I'm not sure you asked for but hope would enjoy nonetheless 😌

And i managed to come up w a satisfactory title too 😌

• Enough Already •

[ Kakashi x Reader]

Words : 2k

Tags : Smut, 18+

You were beginning to get impatient.

You’d been watching Kakashi hunched over his desk, going through piles and piles of paperwork for the past three hours now. Sure, he was the Hokage and you did understand that he had a lot of work to do, but for the past month now it felt like you barely even got to see your own boyfriend. And even when you did, he’d just be nose deep in work and come to bed late every night, only to pass out the moment his back touched the mattress.

And yes, you did understand all of that, but it’d been so long since you’d made love, that even the sight of his bare biceps contracting as he worked right now was getting you hot and heavy.

You sighed, uncrossing your legs on the sofa, and closing shut the book in your hand. You'd been trying to read, but the book you were reading was an erotica and the vivid descriptions playing all sorts of images in your mind only added to your frustration.

Tossing the book onto the table next to you, you got up, making your way to where Kakashi was sitting.

You trod over lightly, coming to a halt at the back of his wooden chair. You stood behind Kakashi, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck, before crouching to plant a feathery kiss on the side of his face and working your way down, your kisses getting slobbery as you went.

You’d almost reached the crook of his neck when his curt voice stopped you. “Y/n. I’m working.” He said, oblivious to your advances and continuing to scribble away.

You stopped, unwrapping your arms and stepping away from him. “Yeah, I can see that.” you replied, not putting any efforts to mask the hurt in your voice, before adding “When are you not” in a low mutter.

Kakashi kept his gaze focused on the papers in front of him, his sharp eyes scanning quickly across the sheets as he worked.

You let out a deliberately loud sigh, hoping to elicit some sort of a reaction from Kakashi. An apology, an acknowledgement, or anything, but much to your disappointment, you found none.

With your mouth formed into a frown, you turned away from him, making your way to the other side of the room as the sound of your footsteps rung a little too loud against the floor.

You were a patient woman, but this was starting to get on your nerves now. All you wanted was for Kakashi to just give you a few hours of his time in a day, that’s all. Working like a machine in the way that he was wasn’t good for him either, and you couldn’t possibly be the only one who missed the times you spent. The passionate nights, the lazy mornings, the afternoons spent in bed like it was your last day on Earth. Surely, he missed them too?

You had to do something.

Your feet stopped near the main switchboard in the living room. Reaching your hand to the board, you quickly flicked off the switch connecting to the air conditioner, before slowly making your way back to the sofa and plopping down on it.

You sat waiting with your arms crossed, jiggling your legs and watching Kakashi carefully out of the corner of your eye, studying him and waiting for any kind of a movement or response.

The minutes drove by and beads of sweat were beginning to form on your forehead now. It was the middle of summer and the air was warm and crisp outside. During day, the streets were so hot you could fry an egg on them. But Kakashi remained glued to the chair, continuing with his work with not so much as a flinch or a sound.

Alright, this was REALLY starting to get on your nerves now.

You stood up swiftly from the sofa, fanning yourself with your hand, before vigorously shaking the neckline of your shirt. “Gee, it’s really hot don’t you think?” you cried out, making sure to enunciate every word as you trudged towards his desk again. But his head was bowed, his focus unfazed.

“Did you hear what I said?” you tried again, walking a little closer and standing by the side of his chair. “I said it’s really hot.”

“Turn the AC on, then” Kakashi replied in a flat tone, without sparing you a glance.

Honestly, he was walking on thin fucking ice now.

You ignored his comment. Clearly, these subtle advances were not working. You had to be more direct.

You stood beside his chair watching him for a moment, admiring the way his long fingers gripped the pen. Just below your line of vision, his Anbu tattoo sat exposed, curved over the bulge of his bicep.

Jeez.

Inching closer to him, you gripped the hem of your t shirt, before slowly pulling it off over your head and throwing it on his face. “Oops, sorry”, you sang, your tone not apologetic in the least.

The thin cloth fell on his head, covering part of his hair and his face. “What do you think you’re doing?” Kakashi said with a certain crisp, before pulling the cloth off his face and balling it into a clump on the desk.

Ridden of your t shirt now, you stood in your black bra. It wasn’t the best one in your collection, but it did give your breasts a good lift.

Batting your eyelashes like you had no idea what he was talking about, you squeezed yourself into the cramped space between his knees and the desk. “Nothing at all.” You said, your tone as innocent as ever as you proceeded to reach under your dress, slowly pulling your panties down to your ankles before kicking them to the side.

Kakashi’s eyes were finally on you, fixated and unreadable.

You held his gaze, not taking your eyes off him as you widened your stance and took a few steps forward, before plopping down on his lap, your legs straddling his thighs.

You watched his pupils narrow, and he tried speaking again. “Y/n, I told you, I have wor—”, but his words were cut off by the touch of your index finger to his lips.

Hooking your finger at the edge of his mask, you pulled it down, revealing his beautiful soft mouth underneath.

All you wanted was to have it run all over your body, but you knew you’d have to work a little more to make that happen. “I don’t care” you said, in a cool, low voice.

Your hands brushed up the sides of his arms, feeling every bulge and curve of his toned muscles before sinking into the softness of his hair at the back of his head.

Pulling lightly on his silver strands, you brought his head forward towards your chest, arching your back to push your breasts into his face, which were now heaving, thanks both to the heat and the pooling wetness down below. You felt the tip of Kakashi’s nose rub against your cleavage, even the smallest contact sending shivers up your spine.

Tightening your grasp around him, you pushed his face deeper as you slowly began to grind your hips against his thighs, your stomach stiffening into knots with the wave of arousal coursing through you. The friction of his pants felt heavenly against your sensitive folds and you continued rubbing yourself over him, pressing yourself on his legs as you moved back and forth.

You could feel Kakashi’s breath hitch against your cleavage as the wetness from your core began to drip to his legs, moistening his pants. He tilted his head back, eyes squeezed shut as a low guttural noise escaped his throat.

Your lips curled into a slow smirk at the sight of him and you leaned forward, holding his face in your hands as you whispered, “Lord Sixth, would you like me to stop?”

But you knew the moment those words rolled off your tongue that you’d edged him on too far. With his head still tilted against the chair, you watched Kakashi open his eyes, his dark eyes burning with the hunger of an animal left in the wild.

In a flash, his hands were on your hips, long fingers gripping your soft skin hard enough to elicit a moan. They travelled to your back next, grabbing your ass as you felt every single finger dig into your skin, squeezing hard.

You melted into his touch instantly, your mind spiralling into a frenzy as he clutched the curves of your waist again, guiding you back and forth on his legs with increasing pace.

Ahead of you, his growing bulge fought beneath the thin material of his pants, forming a distinct mound right below his abdomen.

You bit your lip at the sight, resisting the urge to rid his cock of its clothed prison already, mouth drooling at the thought of your tongue slobbering all over his thick girth. Your body squirmed and you felt pleasure building up at the base of your stomach, as you reached for the waistband of Kakashi’s pants, unable to keep holding yourself off any longer.

With desperate fingers you found the strands of his joggers, going ahead to untie them when suddenly, Kakashi’s palm clasped around your wrist, fingers tight against your bones as he stopped you from going further.

You looked up to find his piercing gaze drilling through you, a smirk curling the corner of his mouth.

“Kakashi…” you purred, your heart thrumming in your ears, “Please…”

His unwavering gaze burned into you, brows raising as though asking you to repeat yourself, when you felt his right hand snaking up your stomach, pushing through the underband of your bra to clasp around your breast. He gave it a hard squeeze, before starting to stroke over it with nimble fingers, his lips parting as he spoke. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

The sound of Kakashi’s raspy voice sent tremors through your body. You squirmed, imploring him with your eyes.

He continued stroking with one hand as the other flew to his mouth, and you watched him lick the tip of his finger, before bringing it down to your other breast, smearing his saliva over your nipple.

“You wanted my time”, he stated, gaze fixed on you while two of his fingers twisted your wet nipple hard, before rubbing around it in circles with his thumb. “I’m giving you my time.”

“Infact…” he said as one of his hands travelled below, fingers finding your folds and grazing along it lightly. “I intend to give you all night.”

A desperate gasp left your lips, your swollen clit beginning to ache under his touch.

“Kakashi…please.” You pleaded again in broken rasps of your voice, struggling to keep your mind from going numb.

Kakashi ignored you again, his fingers continuing their ravage down below as his mouth latched on to one of your nipples, sucking slowly at first, and then as if his life depended on it. He clenched and unclenched his thighs, every contraction of his muscle teasing your clit, making you writhe with the overload of pleasure through your veins.

You moaned with every suck of your nipple, and every flick of his finger, becoming a squirming mess in his hands as you gave yourself in to him completely, losing control of your body.

A grating moan began to form at the back of your throat as you felt yourself getting close, his fingers stretching you up, rubbing, and stroking every part of you.

Kakashi hunched forward, finally pulling away from your swollen nipple, his warm breath tickling your ear as he spoke.

“You’re not tired already, are you?” he asked in an innocent whisper, his fingers moving steadily down below.

Your voice came out in a tiny squeak as you answered, your entire body buzzing. “N-no.”

“Good” Kakashi replied, his voice gravelly against your ear as you finally felt him slip one finger inside you, eliciting an immediate burst of almost inhumane sounds from your chest. “because you won’t be walking out of here any time soon.” He whispered against your shuddering frame, before slipping another finger inside and adding in the same husky tone,

“Or walking at all.”

[bittersweetmorality]

heyyyyyy uhhhhh could i get like a sub hawks fic pretty please 🙏

literally kisses u . thank u . i have been waiting for a req like this thank u bae <3333 i have been very h word for hawks </3 thank u for letting me be self indulgent

it is a little rushed towards the end i am so sorry pls forgive me anon </3

shift in dynamic (sub!hawks x fem!bodied reader)

☾ genre: smut, 18+

☾ pairing: hawks x fem!bodied reader (no pronouns explicitly specified, but hawks calls reader “mommy”)

☾ warnings: *INHAAALE* PWP, sub!hawks (obviously), oral (f!receiving), dirty talk (m!receiving), praise..... so much praise, edging, PEGHAWKS2021‼️ (pegging), slight overstim????, a leetol bit of aftercare, kind of self indulgent idk i love he </3, (HARDLY EDITED)

☾ w/c: 3k !!

you don’t know how long you’ve been teasing him, been letting yourself get into innocent but compromising positions with him.

bending over to pick up a “dropped” pen in that skirt he oh so loved to see you in, going to “change” only to come back out with your outfit being no different whatsoever except with the new addition of his favorite thigh-highs of yours.

he was so sick of your teasing, and honestly? you lost track of time from how long you had it going on.

“angel... you’re hardly being subtle, you know~” he mused from his position on the bed.

you turn and smirk at him from the doorway, “who said i was trying to be subtle in the slightest?”

you slowly began making your way to him, watching closely at the way he drank in your figure. his eyes darted back and forth from your thigh-high clad legs, to the exposed section just under your skirt, to your breasts that were straining against the provocative, tight shirt you decided to wear this evening.

you wanted to give him everything he ever dreamed of right now, to utterly indulge him-- make him believe he would be in control.

letting him sit up for you to straddle his lap, letting him dominate your kisses. anything he initiated, you complied with. his hands began softly grazing your exposed thighs, trailing upwards-- higher and higher-- you purposely let out soft whimper.

you felt a smirk tug at the corners of his lips, “hm...? you like that, angel?” you felt his hot breath in your mouth.

“yes... oh yes... please kei...” your pleas a mere whisper, “please fuck me...”

he groaned deeply in response, diving back in to taste your lips again— a hungry clash of teeth and tongue from his impatience. you could feel his arousal despite the confines of his clothes already, him grinding against your hips with no shame.

oh, you loved riling him up, especially like this. getting him to get all hot and bothered, going this far to give him a sense that he’ll be in control...

only for you to shatter your façade instantaneously, pushing him down by his shoulders and pinning his roaming hands above his head-- trapping his legs in between yours and looking down at him triumphantly.

“angel?” he sputtered, looking up at you with wide eyes, “w-what’s with the quick shift, huh?” he quickly attempted to play it off as if he still had a grip on his bearings.

a smirk splayed your features in response. you said nothing, but let your gaze flicker back and forth from his swollen lips to his dark eyes.

“w-weren’t you just begging me to fuck you a minute ago, hm?~” he said.

even when he was rendered completely immobile by you, of course he was going to give you his sly tone, his shit-eating grin as he “tried” to keep control of the situation.

oh, but you knew why he did that.

just ‘cause he knew that it would rile you up...

just ‘cause he knew that it would make you have your way with him.

“oh, i was begging you to fuck me? really...” you trailed off, moving your gaze downward, and cupping his bulge harshly with no warning. he hissed in response, sucking his bottom lip in between his teeth, “sweetheart... i assure you, i’m not going to be the one who’s begging tonight.”

“y-yeah right,” he chuckled, “like i’ll believe that. just give it a few minutes, darling. you’ll realize that-- a-ah...”

you cut him off by moving your palm against him, harshly rubbing against his growing erection with no build up. the friction of your hand mixed with the rough material of his jeans sent an immense amount of stimulation right off the bat, catching him completely off guard.

“hm? speak up honey, i can’t hear you,” you leaned down and softly nibbled his ear as you whisper against him.

“f-fuck...” his eyes are now screwed shut as he revels in the friction you’re providing him, your speed ever increasing to render him unable to utter a word.

“oh, well that’s not what you said before, now is it?” you began littering kisses on his jaw, his neck, collarbone... biting occasionally, because you knew just how much he wanted to be marked by you.

you continued to rub him, keigo’s moans getting louder and higher in pitch. he was close.

already.

you giggled against him, the vibrations reverberating against his skin, “oh, you were also so sensitive, right kei? are you gonna cum?”

“y-yes...” he said, utterly breathless.

“do you wanna cum?”

he shook his head fervently.

“baby... use your words...” you gently remind.

“... no. please, not now...”

“mmm... good boy~”

his whines picked up at the pet name, his jean-clad hips beginning to grind against your palm.

you quickly ripped your hand away with a scoff, and keigo let out needy whine, the sound sending a shockwave straight to your cunt.

god, you’ve always loved his voice.

“ah-ah~” you tut, “didn’t you say you didn’t want to cum now, baby boy? do you really want to cum in your jeans like a teenage virgin?”

he shakily exhaled, “... n-no...”

“good. you’ll get what you want, i promise baby. just be patient, yeah?”

he nodded, looking up at you with tear-stained eyelashes. you took this opportunity to look him directly in the eyes while slowly lifting up your shirt to catch the hem between your teeth. he took a sharp inhale at the sight of exposed chest. you decided you would pass on wearing a bra this evening.

good choice.

“mm... kei...” you mumble breathily, snaking your arm down your torso, moving closer and closer to the hem of your panties.

“y-yes, angel?”

you shoot him a glance, taking your shirt out from between your teeth to be able to speak clearly.

“what was that?” your tone was sharp as you addressed him, leaning in close, “what’s my name?”

“m-mommy...”

“there we go, baby boy... that’s right...” your hand trails its way down once again, and you making a show of throwing your head back and sighing as it makes its descent. you begin stroking the outside of your panties, feeling the wet patch that has already seeped through the lacy material.

"kei... baby... already so wet for you..." you sigh, "now enjoy the show, yeah? don't move, baby boy... unless you-- mmm~" you couldn't help but let out a moan, your finger flicking a particularly sensitive spot on your clit as it moved in tight circles on the bud, "unless you don't want your reward..."

you spread your legs out further in your straddling position, giving him a perfect view of your panty-clad cunt. his erection was definitely painfully hard, you thought. no-- it didn't even have to be up to your imagination. you felt his cock strain against your inner thigh, letting out a soft moan at the thought.

you moved your panties to the side to dip a single finger in, sighing at the new feeling and rocking your hips. you opened your eyes to see keigo's reaction to you fucking your fingers-- right on top of him. you could feel his heartbeat from where you were seating atop him as well as his erratic breathing.

slipping your finger in and out of your cunt with ease, you decide to add a second one, beginning to scissor them both to stretch yourself out.

keigo was doing exactly as told-- following directions. only enjoying the show instead of doing anything without permission.

"m-mommy..." he squeaked out.

"yes, baby boy?"

"please... sit on my face. please, i wanna make you feel good, mommy..." his pleas were fucking adorable.

"you want me to fuck your face, sweetheart?" you muse.

"y-yes... please... please..."

"only because you asked so nicely, baby... such a good boy~"

he moans as you shift your position to finally take off your panties and throw them aside unceremoniously. you place your thighs on either side of his head, trapping his head between them and immediately feeling his hot panting breath hit your core.

“keigo, honey... you know what to say if you want to stop, right?” you look into his eyes, patiently awaiting his answer before moving forward at all.

“yes... red.” his big hands squeezed the fat of your thighs, just below your ass as he replied.

“mm... good boy~” you sigh once again, finally sinking yourself down to meet his lips. immediately, his tongue poked out and lapped at the wetness already dripping out from your cunt. he moaned against you, the vibrations sending a wave of pleasure up your spine. god, it was almost like he was enjoyed having you sit on his face more than you.

almost.

you grabbed a fistful of his hair as your body fell forward from pleasure. you always knew he enjoyed having his hair tugged, but you held off on letting him have that pleasure at the moment. until he took your clit in his mouth and sucked, kneading your ass as he held you in place.

and high pitched moan was ripped from your throat, and your fingers tensing into a fist on reflex, pulling at keigo’s hair harshly. the whimper that escaped him was heavenly, his motions becoming more frantic, more needy as he ate you out. he wanted to please you.

he wanted to please you so, so bad.

you felt the coil in your stomach begin to build up, the tension making your mind hazy as the room filled with only your moans and the sounds of keigo’s sinful ministrations against your core. all of his movements now harsh, and a steady transition of his tongue lapping at your clit, and his lips sucking more and more as he knew you were close.

“f-fuck, kei... fuck... a-ah... i’m- i’m gonna cum...” you all but whisper, your voice failing you.

“cum, mommy. please. please cum for me...” he mumbled against you, giving one particularly harsh suck and before you could even process his words, you were thrown over the edge.

your vision went white as your orgasm washed over you in an impeding wave, keigo not giving you enough warning before making you cum with so much force.

“mommy?” his voice snapped you back to reality as you began to come down from your high, “are you okay? w-was i good?”

you shifted from your position to lie next to him on the mattress, looking into his eyes with nothing but pure sincerity as you replied, “baby... yes... oh my god, yes. you were so, so good...” you stroked his cheek warmly with the back of your hand, feeling your heart flutter when he leaned into your touch.

“now, i just have to return the favor now, hm? you were such a good boy for mommy, now it’s mommy’s turn to make you feel good,” you whisper in his ear, nipping at it once before unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them off with ease. you were impatient, and so was he.

“tell me what you want, baby. use your words,” you instructed, stroking his cock with one finger through his boxers.

he squeaked, quickly shying away at your instructions, clearly embarrassed at what he wanted to ask of you.

“sweetheart, look at me,” you held his cheeks with your free hand to direct his gaze back to you, “tell me, i want to make you feel good, yeah?”

he bit his bottom lip.

“...p-please fuck me,” he pleaded almost inaudibly. he doubt you even heard it, and like hell he would be able to muster enough courage to say it again.

thankfully, you heard it. loud and clear.

“you want mommy to fuck your ass, baby? is that what you want?”

“...yes, please...” his cheeks burned at your lewd words. he hadn’t expected you to say it so bluntly, but it was exactly what he wanted.

you leaned down to catch his lips in a passionate kiss, one hand holding the nape of his neck while the other held his waist to draw him as near to you as possible. you wanted the kiss to show him exact how much you loved him-- how you only wanted to make him happy.

“you know exactly how to ask. my good boy~”

you reached over into your nightstand drawer, pulling out purple strap-on and lube, fixing the harness around your waist, and pulling off his briefs completely. you lubed up your fingers, rubbing them against the digits from your other hand to warm it up. you positioned yourself in between his thighs, pulling them apart to give you easy access.

“you okay, kei?” you ask.

“yes, yes... i am...” he responded, looking up at you then to your fingers, his gaze clearly impatient.

you chuckled, bringing your index finger to circle his hole gently, lubing up everything as much as possible before pushing it in, little by little.

by no means was this keigo’s first time experiencing something like this with you, however, any experience that caused him discomfort or pain was lost. you made a constant, extra effort to make sure everything was perfect for him.

when your finger entered him completely, you slowly pumped it in and out, feeling him relax around you as you continued.

“feeling okay?”

“y-yes... you can... add another,” he said.

at his word, you added your middle finger, beginning to scissor them inside him to prep him for what was to come. his gasps slowly began to turn into breathy moans at the sensation, and when you curled your fingers upward to hit his prostate, he whimpered beneath you, hips bucking up to meet your fingers. you held him down with your free hand, making sure you still had complete control.

“third?” you ask.

“yes...”

you quickly comply, adding a third and following the routine you set for the previous digits. pumping in and out, curling them at that spot that always had him uncontrollably whining from pleasure.

you continue scissoring your fingers until you believed he was prepped enough, beginning to lube up the strap that’s been settled on your hips while looking for keigo’s approval once again, “are you ready, baby?”

he nods, a faint “yes...” passing from his lips.

slowly, you push in the silicone cock inside, inch-by-inch and watching his body language with a sharp gaze. he was doing so, so well you thought, the dildo going inside with ease.

“it’s in, baby... all the way... good?” you ask once again.

“good... so good...”

you smile, experimentally letting your hips draw back and slam back into his once. the way his voice cracked, his hands looked for leverage wherever they could find it to control the amount of stimulation he felt...

you swear you were getting drunk off of him.

you begin to set a slowly, languid pace, grinding your hips into his. he bit his bottom lip, “f-faster... please... i promise i can take it...”

you wordlessly comply, placing your hands on either side of his head to get a better angle, and began slamming your hips against him erratically. his desperate moans and whines quickly picking up pace and pitch, and you vaguely pick up mumblings of “so good...”, “oh my god...”, and “so close...”

he looks down at you with a hazy expression. his cock now swollen and leaking from penetrative stimulation, but it was clearly not enough. the way he crooned and leaned into your touch every time you pulled your hips away from him-- oh, you could tell it was just painful for him.

you lightly wrapped your fingers around his cock, your hand not moving, but your cock driving into him even faster-- just to see how he would react. he hissed at the contact, thrusting his hips to create his own stimulation. you didn’t stop him, seeing how close he could make himself to cumming just by fucking your fist. he was so loud, loud moans bouncing off the walls only to be broken by his voice cracking.

“you close, baby?” you coo.

“m-mhm... oh my god.... so close...” his hips picked up speed, the sound of skin slapping against skin almost as loud as his noises now.

“cum baby, you deserve it, yeah? such a good boy...” you pet his hair as you encouraged him, moving your hand and hips to meet his thrusts to make him tip over the edge faster, reveling in the way his eyes screwed shut and his knuckles turned white from gripping the sheets beneath him.

he came with a choked moan, shaking violently as you continued to pump him as felt heavy ropes of cum glide down your hand, his stomach...

you kissed the tip, open-mouthed and wet to make him twitch again under your touch.

“how are you feeling, kei?” you whisper, petting his soft hair as you patiently, carefully slipping out of him. you untie the harness around your waist, setting it on your side table once again and lying beside him.

you waited for his heaving chest to relax and his eyes to flutter open again.

“great... fucking amazing...” he smiled at you, his breath heavy as he panted between his words.

“let me get you cleaned up, yeah? you did so good for me...” you kissed his temple, letting your lips linger on his flushed skin for a bit longer. you pulled away after several seconds, looking deep into his eyes, “i love you, keigo,”

his palm rested on your cheek as he looked back at you, “i love you more,”

he said your name with nothing but love, admiration and pure joy.

you truly were the light of his life.

[moonlit-jeno]

rainy day (m.)

pairing: 00 line + mark x female reader

genre: filthy, dirty, shameless smut, some mxm, literally a sixsome, idk what else you expect from me at this point

words: 4.5k

The rain pelting against the window only serves as more of an excuse for you to press yourself closer to Jaemin. He winds his arm around your waist and drags you closer to him on the sofa, smiling softly when you throw your leg over his and rest your head on his shoulder. Jeno whines and presses himself closer to you in turn, complaining about being left out. You lean into the touch and hum softly.

“Aww, look at how cute you three are.” Donghyuck drawls. He’s standing next to the sofa, behind the chair currently occupied by his best friend. “Mark, our turn!”

He launches himself onto Mark’s lap and there’s a moment where Mark looks at Hyuck in confusion. That confusion is quickly replaced with fear as he gets a lap full of Donghyuck and tries to lean away from the boy, pressing himself further into the chair. “What- hey, dude, what the fuck are you- Lee Donghyuck!”

Mark tries to throw him off but it’s no use- his reaction time is too late and Donghyuck has managed to wrap his limbs around Mark like an octopus. He catches the three of you watching them and plays up the theatrics, puckering his lips and leaning forward. “Marrkkkk,”

The poor victim tries to vault himself over the arm rest, straining out of Donghyuck’s reach. Finally the giggling boy recedes, snuggling up against Mark’s chest with a content sigh. Mark lets out a deep breath of relief, then looks over to catch you watching him. He lets out a panicked giggle and claps his hands together. “Okayyyy! Let’s watch the movie now!”

You laugh and shake your head, tearing your gaze away from his cherry red face and focusing on the screen. It’s some sort of horror movie, and honestly, it’s pretty bad. You raise your eyebrows at Jaemin, the one who’d chosen it. He just shrugs at you.

The movie is interrupted by a flurry of loud cursing and you turn your head to frown at Jeno, expecting to find him watching videos on his phone. He looks at you with wide eyes and confusion. His phone is nowhere in sight. You’re about to ask the rest of the boys about it but the voice gets louder as Renjun storms into the living room.

“Who the fuck took my phone?” Renjun asks, all 170 centimeters of him bursting with anger. “I’m serious, one of you better tell me where the fuck you put it right fucking now.”

“Did you check your room?” Jaemin asks.

“Of course I did! I’m not an idiot. I checked every room in this household, and I know one of you fuckers took it.” Renjun looks around the group of you before his eyes land back in Jaemin. “It was you, wasn’t it?”

Jaemin laughs. “No? Why would I take it?”

“You’re smiling! Na Jaemin, you’re a terrible liar.” Renjun moves to stand in front of Jaemin. “I’m gonna beat your ass.”

A yelp leaves you as Jaemin yanks you onto his lap, using you as a shield. “I didn’t take it!”

Renjun pays you no mind as he leans over you, hands going to Jaemin’s neck. You try your best to lean out of the way but Jaemin’s arms are tight around you, his hold only growing tighter as Renjun’s hands go to his sides, tickling him with no mercy.

They’re both cursing and Jaemin’s squirming but your face is pressed into Renjun’s chest and all you can smell is the intoxicating scent of his cologne. You find yourself melting in Jaemin’s arms.

Jeno joins in on the torture fun while Donghyuck and Mark watch from the chair. Renjun yelps when Jeno digs his fingers into his sides and topples over you. It gives Jaemin at least some sort of relief, although without the distraction of Jaemin begging Renjun to stop trying to kill him, you’re only now realizing how awkward of a position you’re in.

Your back is pressed against Jaemin’s chest, his arms still holding you in place. Renjun is on top of you, his hands pressed against the back of the couch for balance, sandwiching you in between the two men. Jeno’s next to you, sitting so close that your thighs are touching.

The rest of the room seems to notice it at the same time. Renjun freezes on top of you, not moving, and Jeno shifts aside a little bit. You squirm a bit to get out of Jaemin’s lap and it draws a low groan from him, his hips jerking a little bit. Mark giggles nervously.

It’s silent for a second, none of you quite knowing what say, until Renjun breaks it. “Was that a- did you just fucking moan?”

You can’t turn your head to look at him, but you can tell Jaemin’s blushing when he speaks. “No!” His tone is defensive and he leans closer to a skeptical Renjun, who just raises his eyebrows in turn. “Well, you try having y/n wiggling her ass on top of you! It’s not my fault!”

An incredulous squawk leaves you. “I wasn’t wiggling my ass on top of you!” You shift in order to turn in yourself Jaemin’s lap to yell at him, momentarily forgetting that Renjun’s currently in your lap. The result is you just barely shifting your hips. Your head turns just in time to see Jaemin throw his head back against the couch, his jaw clenching.

“You just did it again!” He whines. “I wouldn’t call that not wiggling your ass.”

A huff leaves you and you’re ready to argue the point further, but then Renjun is rolling his hips forward, rutting into you while simultaneously pushing you back against Jaemin. Both of you let out noises of surprise.

“Is Jaemin hard?” Renjun asks you, dipping his face down so that his lips are pressed against your neck. “Is that why he’s making all those pretty noises?”

You whimper involuntarily, the shift in mood making your head spin. Just moments ago had seen the room filled with chaos as you all teased each other. Now the room is filled with bated breathing and tension as you’re teased in a different way.

Renjun’s right: Jaemin is hard. His cock presses up against your ass nicely, and it makes you wonder how it would feel in other places. You nod and try to erase those thoughts, but it’s nearly impossible now that Renjun’s mentioned it.

“Both of you are so needy.” Renjun scoffs, but doesn’t stop his movements. And you want to roll your eyes, tell him that he’s one to talk considering he’s just as hard. “You’re probably so wet right now. Probably wish that Jaemin had his cock in you, hmm?”

Your eyes drift shut and you melt back into Jaemin’s chest, letting the two boys rut against you. It’s hard to remember that there are other people in the room.

“Okayyy, I think that’s enough.” Mark tries. “Seriously, isn’t this going a bit too far?” His voice cracks.

Your eyes snap open and you turn to look at him. His eyes are flickering around the room, gaze not lingering on anything for too long. Donghyuck looks unusually stiff on top of him. Next to you, Jeno has pulled a pillow onto his lap.

“I think it could go farther.” Renjun responds, not taking his eyes off of you. “Don’t you?”

And you should be embarrassed, should be pushing him off of you and shaking your head. These are some of your best friends, and never, never have you done anything remotely sexual with any of them.

“Yes.” The word rushes out in a breath, and you watch as the corners of his lips turn up. He turns his attention to the man under you.

“What about you, baby? You want more too?” The tone Renjun uses shocks you and you expect Jaemin to grit out a sarcastic response or flat out say no.

Jaemin whimpers.

Renjun grins and turns his head to look at Mark. “I think you have your answer.”

With your desperation spoken out loud, it seems that Renjun has thrown all caution to the wind. He ruts against you harder, and Jaemin pushes up against you, his lips attaching to your neck as he tries to muffle his moans. Your eyelids drift shut as you let the gentle wash of pleasure roll over you.

“Are you going to join or are you just going to hump the pillow until you come?” Renjun’s words pull your eyes open and you turn your head to find Jeno looking very caught. He freezes, but then he nods in a jerky motion. “Y/n, give him a hand.”

Jeno moves the pillow and lets his legs fall open a bit more. You slip your hand under the waistband of his sweats, sliding your hand over his bare cock. “No underwear?”

“Easier access.” Jeno’s words come out as a breathy moan. You pull his dick out the rest of the way, watching as his face screws up in pleasure.

Jaemin pulls your attention back to him, panting against your neck. “Fuck, ‘m gonna come. Mhmm, fuck, fuck.” He bites into your shoulder and groans, rolling his hips against you in jerky motions.

Your stomach twists with arousal and you focus on jerking Jeno off faster, your legs wrapping around Renjun’s waist in an attempt to pull him closer. It fails. You pout as he stops moving, turning his attention away from you.

“Donghyuck, c’mere,” Renjun turns to look over at the boy expectantly. “You too, Mark. Don’t you want to join the fun?”

It only takes a moment for Donghyuck to stand up, hands held awkwardly in front of him to conceal his boner. Mark doesn’t move, but he turns a little in the chair so that he has a better view. 

Renjun grins at the boy, raising his hand to fist in Donghyuck’s hair. He pulls him forward abruptly, smashing their lips together. Your jaw drops at the sight. 

Donghyuck clearly wasn’t expecting the move and he gasps, whimpering softly as Renjun gives his hair another tug. It’s a messy kiss, flashes of tongue and teeth when Renjun pulls away to nip at Hyuck’s lower lip. You clench around nothing, grabbing Jaemin’s hand and pulling it lower. 

Jaemin gets the hint and rubs you through the thin material of your shorts, snaking his other hand up to massage your breast. You let out a sigh, your head falling back against Jaemin’s chest. The movement of your hand must slow down with the bliss because Jeno covers your hand with his own, tightening your grip and fucking up into your touch.

Renjun breaks away from the kiss, rubbing over Donghyuck’s swollen bottom lip with his thumb. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to fuck Y/N’s pretty pussy, and after I’ve come, you’re going to eat her out. Does that sound good?” 

Donghyuck nods, looking dazed. Renjun lets go of his hair and pushes him onto the space next to Jeno. “Good. Now go sit.”

The vulgarity of Renjun’s words has you moaning openly, your core clenching around nothing. Jaemin’s fingers feel nice, but the sensation is dulled over the fabric of your pants and you feel so empty.

Renjun turns his attention back to you, knocking Jaemin’s hand away. “There are other things you can do if you really need to occupy your hands. Hold her leg for me.”

Jaemin helps Renjun slide your pants off before gripping your thigh, spreading you wide. “Why are you in charge?” Jaemin grumbles, and you aren’t looking at him, but you can just imagine the annoyance in his expression. 

“Because I want to be.” Is all Renjun says, busy with unzipping his pants. He lets them pool at his ankles before stepping out of them, grasping his cock in his palm. His eyes are dark with lust, serious as he looks into your own. “Are you ready?” “Please,” You gasp out, not caring how desperate you seem at this point. It makes Renjun smile and he wastes no time sliding into you.

A loud groan leaves him as he bottoms out, throwing his head back in pleasure. His hips start to grind into you in small motions. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn wet.”

You whimper, clenching around him at the feeling of finally being filled up. His fingers dig into your other thigh and he lifts it to wrap around his waist as he starts to fuck into you. Your back arches away from Jaemin but he keeps you anchored to him with an arm around your waist, his lips at your neck. Soft praises are whispered into your ear as Jaemin leaves open mouthed kisses wherever he can reach.

Renjun fucks into you harshly, panting with the effort it takes. Each thrust pushes you into Jaemin and the man squirms underneath you. It takes you way too long to remember that Jaemin had come in his pants earlier, and that he must be insanely sensitive right now. That doesn’t seem to matter, though, because his cock plumps up against your ass with every strained breath he lets out.

A whine of Renjun’s name leaves you as you reach for him, momentarily wondering why both of your hands feel so empty. You glance at Jeno only to find Donghyuck’s hand on his cock, the younger man grinding against Jeno’s hip. “Jaemin.” You gasp out. “Fuck, Jaemin, look.” You know the exact moment that Jaemin sees what you’re looking at. He swears and his hips buck up against your ass. “Oh my god.” He kneads more harshly at your breast, seemingly his form of grounding himself. “Holy fuck, why is this so hot?”

Jeno meets your gaze and groans, lifting his hand to your neck and pulling you closer. The kiss he brings you into is sloppy, with way too much tongue and spit. The force of it has your lips bruising and it drags a keen out of the depths of your chest. Jeno’s aggressive with his motions, bringing his hand to the back of your neck only to press you closer against him, drinking in your moans like they’re oxygen. 

You break the kiss to throw your head back, the pleasure becoming too much to handle. “Fuck, I can’t,” Jeno starts kissing down your throat, sucking harshly at one particular spot, and your sentence breaks. “I, mhmm, please, I’m gonna come.” Renjun groans and speeds up, fucking you hard and fast. “Do it. Come all over my cock, doll.” 

His words have you feeling hot and your core clenches with need as the knot of tension ties itself even tighter in your gut. Jeno pulls you in for one last filthy kiss and you melt into it, barely even able to look at him through your heavy lids. He pulls away but keeps his hand on your jaw, thumb pulling your lower lip down to part your mouth. Jeno leans a little closer then, smirking a little when you try to steal another kiss. His mouth falls open and his spit trickles into your open mouth, his thumb wiping at the little bit that runs down your chin. He groans as he watches you swallow. “Good girl.” He whispers, leaning in to press one last kiss to your lips. It’s the final straw. You come with your head thrown back, one hand grabbing onto Renjun’s shoulder, the other grabbing on to Jeno’s thigh.

Pleasure courses through you and you feel like you’re floating, coming back down to Renjun stroking his hand over your thighs, Jaemin kissing at your neck. You lazily open your eyes and look over at Jeno. The guy’s currently fucking into Donghyuck’s fist with his head thrown against the couch, back arching off of the cushions. Low grunts leave him as he works himself up, clumsily trying to reach a hand over to help Donghyuck.  

“Hyuck.” Renjun interrupts them before Jeno can come. “It’s your turn.” 

The boy looks confused for all of three seconds before his eyes drift lower, focusing on where Renjun pulls out of you. A little bit of his come spills out and Donghyuck’s eyes zero in on how your pussy clenches to try and keep all of it inside. He’s off the sofa in a second, dropping to his knees in between your spread thighs. Jeno looks betrayed. 

“Are you serious?” Jeno huffs, rolling his eyes and grabbing his own dick. Donghyuck pays him no mind, already burying his face in your cunt. 

You gasp loudly, trying and failing to squirm away from him. “Fuck, Hyuck, I’m sensitive.” He sucks harshly on your clit. “Fucking shit, Donghyuck!” He pulls away, looking up at you with dark eyes. His tongue flicks out to lick at the mess of your arousal and Renjun’s come staining his chin, “You taste so good, baby.” He’s back to eating you out before you can even think up a response.

A sob leaves you and he just uses it as encouragement to continue eating you out. You drop your hands to fist in his hair, not sure if you’re trying to push him away or pull him closer. Your free hand flails around uselessly before landing on Jaemin’s forearm, squeezing a little too tightly.

“Fuck, I can’t do this anymore.” Jaemin groans out, lifting your hips a little. You don’t pay him any mind, Donghyuck’s tongue more than a little distracting. He looks up at you with big eyes as he fucks his tongue in and out of your hole, licking at your clit. It’s so, so hot, and the burn of oversensitivity disappears as pleasure replaces it. You want to wrap your legs around his head and keep him there forever. “Oh, come on. Really Jaemin?” Donghyuck groans, and you open your eyes to ask what’s wrong, but then you feel the cockhead pressing against your entrance, hear the low moan Jaemin lets out in your ear. 

Jaemin slides into you slowly, moaning as you squirm at the intrusion, your pussy being filled deliciously. “Yeah, man, I’m not fucking coming in my pants again.” 

He gets some good leverage with his feet planted flat against the floor, setting a slow rhythm filled with hard thrusts. Hyuck pouts on the floor, and you feel bad but you don’t pay him any attention until you hear Renjun say “Did I tell you to stop?” You almost scream with pleasure when he puts his mouth back to work, flicking his tongue over your clit. He works on Jaemin, too, and you can’t see but you can certainly hear the way that the boy moans out Donghyuck’s name. The pleasure is so much, too much, and your head spins as you try to process everything that you’re feeling. You writhe on Jaemin’s lap, trying to find some way to ground yourself, but you’re completely at their mercy. Your orgasm is rushing to the surface and your eyes dart around the room, struggling to process everything that’s happening. Jaemin massages your chest with one hand, Donghyuck keeps your legs spread open with a strong grip on your thighs, his tongue on your clit. Renjun’s curled up on the empty spot next to Jeno, stroking the boys hair as Jeno jerks himself off desperately. You see flashes of white and you wonder if he’s come already. Across the room, Mark is still sitting in the same position he’d been in when everything had started. His cock is clearly hard, straining against his pants, but he keeps his hands tight on the armrests. You make eye contact and his jaw clenches, but he doesn’t look away.

It washes over you slowly at first, just a gentle rush of pleasure that grows and grows until it’s overwhelming, your eyes squeezing shut as color bursts behind your eyelids. You gasp desperately for air, clutching at Donghyuck’s hair, at Jaemin’s forearm, anything you can reach. 

Donghyuck’s barely pulled away before Jaemin’s shoves you sideways, pushing your face into the couch cushions and pulling your ass up. You lift your arms to grab onto the arm rest just in time for him to start fucking into you again. This time it’s even more brutal, the desperation and new position giving him the leverage to get deeper, to go faster. You turn your head to the side and sob. 

Your second orgasm has barely ended and already you can feel yourself being hurtled towards your third. A hand strokes you temple and you lift your head, blinking the tears out of your eyes to find Donghyuck standing in front of you. He taps the head of his cock against your lips. “Open wide, baby.” His cock is heavy on your tongue, stretching your lips nicely. Donghyuck fucks your mouth gently, considerate of the fact that Jaemin is pounding you into the next dimension. It doesn’t matter, anyways, because he doesn’t last long. Donghyuck’s been worked up and needy for so long that he spills onto your tongue in no time, stroking himself through the aftershocks. Jeno replaces him, sliding his cock down your throat and grinding his hips forward one, two, three times before spilling into your mouth. You moan as Jeno slides his fingers into your mouth, come and saliva spilling past your lips as you suck around his fingers. Jaemin smacks your ass and groans out filthy praises. His rhythm falters and you know that he’s close. You’re close too, you just pray you get there first. 

“Pretty girl.” Jeno strokes your head, looking down at you with dark eyes. “So pretty even though you're such a mess for us.” You hum softly, glancing away from him. 

Your eyes land on Mark, and you watch as he loses his composure, a soft “fuck” leaving him as he gives in. His hand slips down to touch his cock and you’re done, smashing your face into the cushion as your orgasm slams into you.

Sticky warmth spills down your thighs, your pussy swollen and aching but feeling so horribly empty. You clench around nothing, whining incoherently for Jaemin to put his cock back in you but he doesn’t listen. Whether it’s because he’s already come or because he just can’t hear what you’re saying, you don’t know.

Jeno helps you sit up, Jaemin wiping at the tears under your eyes and pulling you onto his lap. Mark quickly yanks his hand out of his pants and stands up, storming out of the room. Donghyuck laughs tiredly from where he’s curled up on the floor. 

“That was fucking amazing.” Renjun sighs, scooting closer to you and Jaemin. You hum happily, leaning into their touch. And you know that you’ve probably just had enough sex to last you a week, but there’s something missing. 

“I have to pee.” You announce, pecking each of them on the lips before standing up. 

“Are you sure you can walk?” Jaemin asks, raising his eyebrows at the way you limp, at the way you wince when you take a step.

You laugh and nod. “Yeah, I’m good. Don’t worry.” The bathroom door is on the left but you make a right, finding Mark sitting on his bed. He has his head thrown back, pants kicked off somewhere on the floor. He looks up at you with wide eyes when you walk in, freezing. “Fuck, sorry, I- uh.” He laughs nervously. “I didn’t mean to-” “You didn’t mean to jerk off?” You raise your eyebrows, shutting the door behind you. “Don’t tell me your hand slipped and accidentally landed on your cock. Your very hard cock.”

Mark swallows thickly as you make your way closer to him. His eyes trail over your bare legs, catching on the way your nipples perk up against the fabric of your shirt, how the collar barely hides your hickeys. He bites his lip. “Were you thinking of me? You probably were, hmm?” You sit down next to him, brushing your thumb over his jaw. “You were thinking of how good I looked getting fucked, right?” He gapes at you for a long second, and you wonder if he’ll ever respond. You’re about to speak up again, ask if you’re going too far, but then something snaps in his eyes and you’re suddenly being pinned under him. He smashes your lips together, grinding against you a few times before pulling back. “God, you’re such a fucking slut.” He groans out, slamming his cock into you. You cry out, grasping at his shoulders. Your used pussy flares in pain, but there’s a certain pleasure to it that has you rocking your hips against him, wanting him to move. “Four cocks weren’t enough? You need a fifth?” “I need you, Mark.” It’s the right thing to say, apparently, because he doesn’t waste another second before starting up a brutal rhythm, hips slamming against your own with audible force. You moan and arch against him, wrapping your legs tight around his waist.

Mark sits up on his knees and tugs you onto his lap, hitting deeper, harder. He drops his face to rest in the crook of your neck and bites down. “Say my name.” “Fuck, Mark.” You moan, a sob ripping through you. “Mark, please, I wanna come.” “Who’s making you feel this way? Who’s fucking you this good?” He presses his thumb down against your clit and it’s way too much for you, sharp electricity shooting through your body.

“You are! Mark, you’re fucking me so- well, fuck, mhmm, fuck!” Stars burst behind your eyelids and you hear nothing but static, feel nothing but overwhelming bliss and serenity. 

Your eyes open to find Mark laying next to you, Donghyuck with his head resting on your chest. A sleepy sigh leaves you and you realize how dry your throat is, your voice cracking when you try to speak. Mark hands you a mug.

“Jaemin heard you scream and brought you tea.” Mark explains. You must make a face because both men laugh, Donghyuck cooing and poking your nose. “Aww, she’s embarrassed. Don’t be- you sounded hot as fuck.” Donghyuck reassures you. Mark agrees.

“Yeah. I can’t believe you passed out, though. That was like, really hot.” Mark adds. You just hum. 

There’s a thought swirling in the back of your mind and you blink harshly, turning your head to face Donghyuck. “Did Renjun ever find his phone.” Hyuck snorts. “Yeah, it was on his bed.” Mark mumbles something and pulls you away from the other boy, tightening his hold on your waist. You sink back into the embrace.

It’s so comfortable to be cuddled by both of them, but your bladder is screaming at you and you have the desperate urge to brush your teeth and shower. You groan and force yourself to sit up. “I have to pee.”

Donghyuck raises his eyebrows. “You’re not going to go and have sex again, are you?” Your face heats up as you remember that that’s the excuse you used earlier to sneak off to Mark’s room. You shake your head. “Good. Hang on, I’ll call the muscle to carry you to the bathroom.”

He screams for Jeno and you let yourself collapse against the mattress, laughing contentedly.

[mzmezzler]

Shooting Star - Fem!Reader x Soobin

Shortlist: Virgin!Soobin, Public Sex, Car Sex, friends to lovers, fairly vanilla other than the air of a corruption kink.

word count: 1.7k

summary:  Settled in the back of your pick up after a late night hangout with Soobin, a confession while stargazing leads to a thing or two.

author's note: I feel like I got a lil carried away with this one that I almost forgot about the smut...idk. hmm I hope it's ok.

Any and all feedback is appreciated :)

It's 1 am. 

You and Soobin had been out for "a night on the town", that in reality was merely getting fast food, browsing local plazas, and fucking around in supermarkets. (Much to the dismay of any remaining staff)

It was light and freeing, just taking your car and living like a scene ripped from a movie.

Now in the back of your pickup, parked outside the nearest wooded area, there was a tension that couldn't be ignored. Sitting side by side in the boot of your car with a blanket thrown over the two of you, the silence buzzes within your ears. It wasn't like this until the setting really dawned on you.

Things were never this awkward with Soobin, he's shy yes, but never like this. You've always been the friends that people mistook for a couple, or an ex couple that still forgets that they're "just friends." It was an odd balancing act that you've never thought to bring up other than in light hearted jokes. But with all of the times movie night cuddles dissolved into fits of shy giggles when the lights turned on stick out in your mind. 

Suddenly a speck of light grabs your attention, making you jump a bit, which in turn makes Soobin jump at your sudden action. "What happened?" Soobin looks towards you with a worried look across his face. "I thought I saw a shooting star." You sigh.

You perk up and start to shift at Soobin’s side. “What’re you doing?” Looking back at him with a small grin, "We should stargaze." you answer.

"You know I don't know any of them." Soobin chuckles. Scoffing and shifting under the blanket to lie on top of it you pull the boy to join you. "Yeah, but I do so it'll be fun. Lay with me."

Now comfortable underneath the covers you brought Soobin squirms in his spot, getting comfortable with the new position. The breeze is starting to tickle your nose, but the warmth at your side is all consuming.

“Ok so what’s that one flickering there” Soobin points towards the sky loosely. “There’s lots of those, is it by something specific?” You reply.

With a hum, Soobin points out again, “Ok so you see that one right by the red dot?What is that?”

“That’s a satellite Bin.” You laugh. Pouting to himself the boy huffs, “Where’s the Big Dipper?” 

“Since it’s Winter it’ll be harder to see. It’s easier to find in the summer, but nowadays Orion’s Belt is pretty visible.” Pointing up and searching for the constellation yourself you make an excited noise once you find it. “Right there. You see those three stars like right along the other?” You feel Soobin move his head and nod along yours. “Ok so it should make a rhombus shape then connect to another one on to-” 

Soobin scoffs,“You know I don’t remember what a rhombus is.” 

Grabbing his arm from under the covers and grasping your hand in his, you close one eye and go over the stars. “Are you seeing it?” You whisper while slowly tracing. “Yeah”

“And below that is Sirius, the brightest star in the night sky.” You sigh. Looking at Soobin for his reaction you still. 

"It's all so beautif-" Soobin's breath hitches when your eyes meet. The stars almost reflect off of his face, wide eyes speckled with stardust, he’s ethereal under the night sky. His hair is fanned out underneath him, cheeks flushed red from the kiss of the cold breeze with puffs of air becoming visible under the moonlight. Whether it's from your gaze or the night's breeze, you'll never know. "Y/N…" 

You slide closer to Soobin as he subtly closes the gap between you two, lips meeting and sliding along each other hesitantly. Hands snake up your back under the blanket and you cup Soobin's face deepening the kiss.

After long you pull away, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "I'm sorry" You whisper, thumbing the side of Soobin’s parted lips. “I’m sorry for making things so awkward tonight.” You rise from the covers letting the air wake you. Looking back at Soobin you continue, “ I can take you home if you want.”

His eyes were wide and narrowed, “No-that’s fine.” He almost looked like he was struggling to voice himself. So you sat in the fat silence.

“I think we needed to do that.”

"What do you mean?" You say simply. It felt almost too good to be true. Soobin props himself up with his elbows and looks up to the sky, "I mean I- I have wanted something like this for a while. Something with you" the boy starts to lower his voice as he finishes. Looking up to the sky yourself, you both sit in a comfortable silence. "So you were fine with me kissing you?" You ponder. Sitting up with you Soobin places his hands over yours, “More than I can explain honestly.”

Turning to face him again and taking his face in your hand, turning him towards you. With his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips, you pull in closer, “And if I were to kiss you again, how would you feel? You whisper. Ghosting over your lips he mouths a small, “Please”, before you finally embrace him.

Winding your hands into his hair and moving Soobin back onto his back, you feverishly slip your tongue past his lips. Groaning at the small whimper Soobin lets out, the boy shudders into the kiss and gasps when one of your hands starts to slide down towards his chest. 

His lips were moving with a slight unease, struggling to keep up with you. Gasps and whimpers leak out from him while he runs his hands over your back, melting into your kiss. He dug his nails into the fabric of your shirt as your hand lowers and grazes the twitching fabric of his jeans. "Y/N, wait."Soobin breaks the kiss. "I'm a virgin" 

Searching within Soobin’s eyes, there was a glint of anxiety,"We don't have to." You reply. He almost looked overwhelmed with the situation, eyes flitting about like there's an argument going on in his head.  

Licking his lips and fiddling with your fingers he clears his throat, “No, we can keep going.” Squeezing your hand in his he continues,“I trust you Y/N"

For a moment the silence of the night was all that was needed as a reply. Hovering over Soobin, now with your legs on either side of him, you grin. You've known the boy was a virgin, but hearing it fall from his lips as the boy was flushed below you only makes the urge to ruin him stronger. 

And now you could.

Giving an experimental squeeze to the front of his shorts, the boy gasps. A soft smile blooms on your face as you grip it tighter, "I'll take care of you then."

Soobin lets out a deep groan when you slip your hand in his jeans to palm at his growing erection. 

His mouth goes lax and the rhythm you work to with your hands growing wet under his boxers. Lulling his tongue out and panting into your mouth you continue to ghost your mouth over his and chuckle at his sensitivity.

"Y/N, I think I'm close."

You remove your hand from his pants in an instant, ignoring the boy's whine just to sit back on Soobin's thighs and going to work on his fly. Lifting your hips and pulling both his pants and underwear in one tug you bore your eyes into his as you tug your shirt over your head, "Is this ok?"

Pulling his own shirt over his head, and placing both of his hands on your hips, he nods. His hair was ruffled from the earlier kissing and a dopey grin is plastered on his face, "Please"

 Groaning under your breath at the sight Soobin makes you slide up to sit on his crotch, making his leaking cock sit between your folds. Grinding your hips down onto him and moaning out at the friction on your clit, Soobin cries out,"Y/N, please." 

Drinking in his whimpers you teasingly rub at the brown buds hardening on his chest, "please what baby, I'm touching you." 

"P-please fuck me" Soobin slurs. 

Halting the grinding of your hips, and closing a hand around his cock, you run the tip along your folds.

 With a roll of your hips you slide him into your cunt, making you both collectively groan at the feeling.

Grinding your hips forward, you start to ride Soobin. You fucked onto him slowly, drinking in his whimpers. Soobin looked so dazed with his eyes shut tight while his hips almost moved by themselves, subtly skimming the sensitive spots within your walls. Leaning over to kiss at his jaw you still your motions.

"Fuck me like you mean it." You groan.

Planting his feet on the flat of the trunk Soobin starts the sloppily thrust into you. His eyes still squeezed shut with sweat beading on his brow. 

The slapping of skin fills the air as puffs of air between the pair of you heats the given area. Moaning to yourself you slip your hand to Soobin's lips and plunge two into his mouth. 

After thoroughly wetting your fingers in spit you lower the digits to flick and pinch you clit, working you towards an orgasm. The warm curl of your orgasm makes you clamp down on Soobin's cock causing him to whimper under you and grip your hips. "I think I'm gonna cum." He cries.

Pulling off of Soobin's lap you turn to lie at his side and run your palm over the tip of his cock, loosely jacking the boy off as he locks lips with you. The slide of your lips in tandem with the pumping of your fist drives Soobin over with him gasping into your mouth and cumming into your fist.

Lying back against the blankets you both catch your breath, the wind of the night now breaking into the bubble you've created.

Suddenly, you point up at a flash of light in the sea of black. Soobin gives a hum of acknowledgement, turning back towards you,"A shooting star."

[caramelcal]

His Favorite Secret.

“I’m tired of being your secret.”

You can find the rest of the prompts here.

i really took this and ran with it huh...IT’S 4.3K WORDS

warnings: mentions of sex, gangs, alcohol, bondage

kinda obsessed with this gang!luke idea. also, i’m not sure if i wanna make “bambi” the reader or an oc, it works as either i believe? bambi is a nickname btw and i honestly feel like making more parts based on this concept tbh 

kinda wanna make another part LMAO idk what i’d do it on though </3

Luke was better to her than anything you could possibly expect. He was surprisingly gentle when it came to her, hugging and caressing her that seemed impossible for the way he was and the life he lived. People saw Luke as the 6-foot-odd man that could rip you apart without an issue, without even breaking a sweat but he was so much more than that.

He was so much more than the leather jacket-wearing gangster that everyone depicted him as; heartless and stoic. He was a great lover if he let people in, and she had never been loved that way with anyone before. Surely though, with his life, there were complications to their relationship.

He was different from other people, more violent, more dangerous. The gang, which was run by Luke and three of his closest friends, Calum, Ashton and Michael, was well-known and feared among many, but they were left alone by the police. The police were aware that they existed, but they didn’t do anything about it. There were more cons to arresting them than there were pros.

Luke’s life made everything very interesting. He was rich, of course, and after a while of them dating she had moved into his condo. It was massive, bigger than any house she had ever lived in before and it was just for the two of them. It was a luxurious life that she had not experienced before, and she was still getting used to it.

If there was one thing about Luke that she had learned, it was that buying her things was his love language. He never had been great at the romantic side of their relationship considering he hadn’t had a girlfriend in a long time and normally just had one-night stands, but he tried his best. That didn’t meant that he ever softened up during sex, though. 

Another thing about his life that made stuff interesting was that Luke had to drop things for work. Sometimes stuff would go wrong on a run, or other gangs would try stuff with them and he would have to leave. It was understandable, but still frustrating for her, especially the one time where an emergency had occurred right in the middle of them having sex.

Luke had been very busy the past few weeks, having to deal with numerous issues with the gang and barely having enough time to spend with the needy girl who craved his attention. There had been issues in the club, that was what he had said, but he didn’t go into much detail on the matter, he never did. He liked to keep his relationship and gang life very separate from one another. 

A lot of the mornings this week she had woke up alone, void of the warmth she liked to cuddle into in the morning. At least she was getting him all to herself this weekend, she thought. After barely spending anytime with her that weekend, Luke had promised they would spend the weekend together, even if the club was set on fire. Calum, Ash and Mike will deal with it. 

“Bambi?” The nickname fell from his lips when he stepped in the front door. She brought her eyes up to look at him, happiness filling her features. She hadn’t been expecting him home for another few hours, but she definitely wasn’t complaining.

Running over to him, she jumped, knowing full well that he would catch her as her arms wrapped around his neck. Her head snaked into the nape of his neck, comfortingly taking in the scent of her favorite person, his arms holding her protectively close to his body. They were alone, thankfully enough. After all, she really hadn’t thought out her jumping hug because her short skirt had ridden up, showing off her underwear which Luke most definitely would be furious if anyone but him saw.

“Welcome home,” She whispered into his neck, hand coming up to play with the hair on the back of his neck. Her eyes fluttered, eyelashes tickling the skin on Luke’s neck as he rubbed her back, taking in the comfort of having the smaller girl in his arms.

He walked forward so that he was fully in the house, using his leg to kick the door shut behind him before walking towards the middle of the room near the couch. He slowly lowered himself until he was sitting down on the plush cushions, the girl now in his lap, still being held closely.

“Bambi?” Luke started, making sure that the girl was listening, to which she hummed into the side of his neck, not willing to move just yet, “I know you wanna hug and kiss and stuff right now but we don’t have much time to pack your bags, you have to stay at the safe house for a few days.”

Almost immediately, the warmth of her face was gone from his neck, and her hands were no longer playing with his hair. She was still held tightly on his lap, mostly because he held her there with a semi-firm grip, her looking up at him with furrowed eyebrows and sad eyes.

This wasn’t the first time this had happened. In fact, it had happened quite a few times and each time it made her rather frustrated. She had to remove every single piece of evidence that she even existed in the apartment, and get hidden away in a safe house for the entire weekend, on the edge of town, where she wasn’t allowed to leave until Luke got her himself.

She hated the safe house.

“But you said-”

“Bambi,” Luke cut her off rather firmly, sending her a look which she knew meant that there were no arguments in this. She almost wanted to whine, to argue with Luke and tell him that he said this was going to be their weekend together, just them, no gang stuff, but now she wasn’t even going to get to see him at all this weekend, “I need to have a few low levels over to go over plans, and they’ll be over tomorrow which means we can’t let them know you’re here or that you exist. They still can’t fully be trusted yet, which means that they could be moles and I’m not putting you at risk for that.”

His speech was ended in a soft tone, looking down at her with a small amount of sadness for the girl. His hand comfortingly raked through her hair, piercing blue eyes looking at her but her eyes stay looking down. Slowly, without saying anything, she climbed off of his lap and started to retreat to their bedroom.

“Bambi? Where you goin, baby?” He called out, looking at the girl who stopped in her tracks, looking over her shoulder.

“I’m packing. That’s what you wanted me to do, was it not?”      

Not many words were exchanged afterward with the girl silently packing away every aspect of her life into two duffle bags. She wasn’t even allowed to properly live in her own house, no decorations, photos in frames, nothing. Everything she owned had to be easily removable so it looked like she didn’t even exist in her own home.

Luke watched her from the bedroom door, leaning against the frame coolly as he analyzed her movements. He knew she was frustrated, but she had to know he was doing this to protect her, she should have anyway. Rather harshly, she finally zipped up the duffle bags, throwing them over her shoulder and walking straight past Luke without acknowledging him.

He understood that she was frustrated, but was she really angry at him?

She was quickly at the door, grasping at the handle when Luke had snapped out of his thoughts, walking over to her quickly with ease, taking a grip on her arm.

“You okay?”

“Dandy,” She replied bluntly, looking away from the slightly concerned man, almost as if she was itching to get away from him. Normally, even if she wasn’t happy about being sent away to the safe house, she still gave him a goodbye kiss, but it appeared that he wasn’t going to get one of those tonight, “Gotta go. Wouldn’t want to keep Jacob waiting, would we?”

She walked out of the apartment without another word, but Luke’s eyes were on her retreating figure, “We’ll speak about this on Sunday, okay baby?”

He barely even seen the nod that she sent him before she disappeared down the hallway.

. . . “Please, Jacob,” She pleaded with the driver, with puppy eyes and everything but he tried his best to remain stony-faced. Jacob was the only driver that Luke trusted Bambi with, he had grown up with the boys too, childhood friends with Michael apparently, who Bambi had never even met before.

Jacob was the leading driver for the gang, one of the getaway drivers for bigger and more important heists or events, but normally he just got called in for private transport of any important members of the gang. He, as well as practically anyone who had ever met the girl, had a soft spot for her, and she knew that.

“You do realize if I take you there that I am directly disobeying orders of the leader of one of the biggest gangs in California?” He asked ridiculously, shaking his head with his hands placed firmly on the wheel.

“Jacob-”

“No,” He replied firmly, looking at the girl through the rearview mirror, seeing her begging eyes and sad face.

The man knew that everything was frustrating for the girl, especially when she had to get up and move out of her own house just so that Luke could host meetings and debriefings for the gang.

“Please, Jacob. I’m going to be cooped up in a safe house for three days without talking to anyone, at least let me go to Anna’s for a few hours. She’s been my best friend since I was three, she’s trustworthy.”

The black-haired man didn’t reply for several moments, and a frown fell onto the girl’s face before he started to signal off the highway. It was a familiar road, the one that she had taken many times before to her best friend’s house, and honestly, she had never been happier to see it. At least she would get some enjoyment this weekend.

“Thank you so much, Jacob, just tell me how I can repay you,” The girl said once she was out of the car, bouncing lightly in excitement while she stared at the man who was still inside the car.

He gave her a small smile, one that showed he knew how much appreciation she felt towards him before his eyes turned to the door behind her, “Just enjoy yourself and make sure he doesn’t fire me for this.”

“Consider it done.”

It was nice to see Anna again, it had been two weeks since their last meet up and they had both missed each other greatly. Anna was drinking alcohol, but the smaller girl wasn’t. It wasn’t like she was afraid of what Luke would say if she did, because she certainly wasn’t afraid of Luke, but even though she was angry she didn’t want to disappoint him.

Not that she had exactly abided by his rules anyway, considering she was with Anna right now instead of locked inside the safe house. The safe house had slowly become the girl’s own personal prison, it was bare, bland, and had nothing for her to entertain herself, and there was no company. That’s what she hated most about it, the lack of social interactions she could have while she was in there.

“-we were talking about the weather and shit right? Then he asked to see my tits! I was like are you being serious right now?” Anna rambled on, talking about another failed love interest that had been using her for her body. Anna never seemed to be lucky in the dating apartment of life, but she was a successful girl, and a beautiful one at that, she would get there. 

“Was he?”

Anna scoffed, taking another drink of her alcohol, “Yeah! He blocked me after I sent him pictures of minecraft chests and asked him what ones were his favourite.”

The smaller girl let out a laugh, looking at her best friend who had a sly grin on her face, trying to hide it with the glass in her hands. 

“Speaking of guys though, how’s Mr. Hemmings then?” Anna jokingly asked the girl, cocking an eyebrow with a smirk on her face, swaying to the music that was loudly playing in the background.

“He’s good, I mean he’s doing good,” The smaller girl quickly corrected herself before her dirty-minded friend could make a joke about their sex life or ask about it. Anna hummed lightly, still smug and still swaying to the music, “I was supposed to be going to the safe house, but I’m here instead, I don’t think he’s very happy.”

“Girl, you’ve been here for nearly two hours!” Anna cried out in shock, eyes wide at the clear defiance that the small girl had for her 6-foot-odd gang leader boyfriend.

“And?”

“He’s bound to know by now! He’s not going to bust through my doors with his gang and shoot the place down is he?”

The girl shrugged lazily in reply, letting some of her hair fall in front of her face as she smiled at her friend, “Yeah he does know, he’s been blowing up my phone for an hour and a half.”

Anna fell dramatically against the back of the couch, hand still tight around her glass of lemonade and pink gin. Her free hand was laying across her forehead with her eyes shut, “Oh please tell me you’ve replied.”

“Nope.”

“Oh come on, I really like my door, believe it or not, I don’t want him or any of his gang members kicking it down!” Anna cried out, giving her best friend a pout to which she just laughed lightly in response.

“He won’t knock your door down, he probably won’t even come. He’s too busy debriefing his gang to even spend time with me and instead shipped me out of the house. Why does he care whether it’s yours or the safe house?”

However, she couldn’t have been more wrong because less than ten minutes later they heard a roaring engine speeding down the road. Anna, who shared a quick look with the smaller girl, got up and looked out the window, seeing no other than Luke gets out of his very expensive sports car and towards the house, “Guess you were wrong.”

He threw the door open, thankfully not breaking it down, his eyes quickly landing on the small girl, grabbing her and pulling her off of the couch, planting her by his side. His grip was tight on either side of her hips, almost as if it was a warning to stay by his side and cooperate for once in her life.

“Anna,” His accented voice wrung through the room as he gave the blonde a curt nod. She waved back awkwardly, maybe too hazed by the alcohol in her system to stay anything intelligible back, and Luke seemed to realize this, “don’t stay up too late, get a good sleep, okay?”

“Aye captain, yes sir,” She saluted him back with a smile on her lips, almost diffusing the tension in the room but it was barely a second later where Luke’s grip retightened on his girlfriend’s hips.

“Okay, good night.” He bid her farewell, walking out of the house with his slightly anxious girlfriend behind him. It seemed as if suddenly she was filled with regret and guilt, especially after seeing how angry Luke was with her.

“It isn’t Jacob’s fault I-” She started when the door shut behind them, the cold wind of the night surrounding her.

“Don’t,” He spoke gruffly, turning around to look down at her with angry blue eyes before grabbing onto her wrist and dragging her over to his car.

Luke hadn’t even locked his car when he had rushed inside to Anna’s house, not that he would be too bothered anyway, it wasn’t like anyone was going to steal the gang leader’s car, especially not in this neighborhood. He didn’t speak another word to the girl as he took her around to her side of the car, letting her get in before he leaned over and strapped her in, closing the door without a single word and getting in his own side.

He started the car up and the only noise heard in the car was the engine as it roared to life and they began to speed down the street. His blond hair was messy, jaw ticking with his eyes glued to the road, never once straying to the girl in the passenger’s seat. Her eyes, however, never strayed from him, picking up every sign that he was furious with her. His posture was rigid, he was impatient, breathing loudly and not even acknowledging her existence beside her; he was seething.

She wasn’t sure if they arrived too fast or too slow to the safe house honestly. Luke still didn’t utter a word, getting out of the car and slamming the door behind him. She knew not to move already, she knew that Luke didn’t want her to move and honestly she didn’t want to aggravate him further.

True to her belief, Luke opened her car door, undoing her seatbelt before pulling her out of the car. His eyes didn’t stay on her as he stormed into the house, a tight grip on the smaller girl’s wrist. She tried to get his attention, for him to say anything to her as he entered the house but it appeared he wasn’t in the mood to talk.

The main room was still dark, but just the feeling of being in here makes her feel sick. She wasn’t overexaggerating when she said how much she hated the safe house. It felt as if she was defeated, back where she didn’t want to be, somewhere she hated, and with her boyfriend furious at her.

In the time that she had been thinking of how much she loathed the building she stood in, Luke had let go of her wrist and wordlessly made his way towards the front door again. The thought of him leaving her here, frustrated and alone all weekend made annoyance bubble in her stomach and before she can help herself she’s shouting over at him, “So that’s it? Are you just going to lock me in here and leave again?”

Luke stilled, but he doesn’t bother to reply or even look at his girlfriend, just standing there like a statue. She can’t find it in herself to regret the words that come out of her mouth, especially after she awaits the nonexistent reply, causing annoyance to bluster in her stomach. Her eyes roll and her arms flail slightly before they slap against her thighs with a low scoff falling out of her lips, “Typical.”

“Excuse me?” Luke turned around, his voice hard and powerful, one that would normally make her shake, make her look up at him with wide eyes unsure of what to say. Their eyes meet, his blue piercing into hers. He took a step forward, tilting his head slightly with an eyebrow raised, almost as if he’s encouraging her to repeat what she had said moments before, “What did you say, Bambi?”

Her mouth was agape as she stuttered lightly, any feeling of bravery that she had mere seconds ago fizzling away into nothingness. Her eyes darted from one of his eyes to the other, looking at the expectant and slightly smug face as he looked at the stuttering girl in front of him. She tried her best to find the right words to say but she had, ultimately, been rendered speechless.

“Come on, if you’re so big and brave, baby, why don’t you speak up a little? Tell me what you said.” He walked towards her until he’s right in front of her, chests barely ten centimeters apart. Two of his fingers make their way under her chin, pushing her face up until she had no other choice but to look him in the eye, holding her face in such a way that she can’t move easily.

Silence filled the room once more, simply with the two of them staring at one another. Luke stared down at her with a slight smugness and with her looking up at him still frozen almost. When he does talk next, he muttered quietly, almost condescendingly with anger trailing in his voice, “You ruined an important meeting tonight all because you couldn’t follow a simple instruction-”

“Well, believe it or not, I don’t like to be locked up in a house for days on end like a caged animal,” She doesn’t even register that she’s speaking until she’s finished, the words flowing out of her mouth cutting off Luke’s lecture.

“This house is to keep you safe,” His grip on her jaw doesn’t loosen at this point in time, blue eyes swimming with rage. In all of their time together, he doesn’t remember his Bambi giving him this much attitude or a time where she’s tried to argue with him like this. Sure, there were times where they had disagreements or times where there had been a little bit of attitude but he had quickly sorted that out.

“I was safe at Anna’s and I was happy. Isn’t that what you want? For me to be happy?” Her voice is quiet, bottom lip threatening to quiver. She hated how she cried whenever she got frustrated, and right now she’s barely holding back from her eyes becoming glassy. She’s frustrated and annoyed, but she doesn’t want to look like a baby right now, especially when this was her first fight with Luke.

“Don’t try and guilt trip me now, Bambi. It isn’t going to work tonight.”

“I hate it here! I hate constantly having to move into this stupid fucking house where I have nothing to do and no one to talk to! It doesn’t even fucking have wifi or anything! It’s dumb and all because you’re paranoid!” After she finished shouting, she ripped her head out of his hold, standing back and away from him, back coming in contact with the marble counter of the kitchen island.

Her arms are crossed over her chest, and as Luke processed her words, he shook his head. His next words are low, like it’s a warning, “Don’t shout at me like that.”

“I’m not-”

“Listen here, doll, because I’m only going to tell you this once,” Luke doesn’t even let her finish before he’s talking. His voice is forceful and strong, something he normally reserved for when his men do something stupid like ruin a drug run, “You don’t call the shots here, I do. I’m in a gang and there are a lot of people that would put a bullet in your pretty little skull just to get to me,” He pressed a finger against her temple, hard enough for her to feel the pressure but not enough for it to hurt her, “People die in this lifestyle and I send you here so it doesn’t happen to you. Don’t tell me that I’m paranoid because I’m trying to keep you safe.”

“I get it, I do-”

“Then why won’t you just do what I say?”

“Because I’m tired of being your secret.” She whispered, looking up at Luke’s blue eyes sadly, tears gathering in her own eyes. His head dipped a little, shifting his weight onto his hands which are on either side of her, trapping her against the kitchen’s island counter.

It took Luke a few seconds to finally muster up words, and just from his tone she can tell that he’s disappointed, maybe in himself, maybe because of how she thought of their relationship, “You aren’t my-”

“Then why have I never met Cal? O-Or Mikey? Why is the only time I’ve ever met Ashton an accident? And why do you constantly send me away even if it’s only people you trust going to be there? And-”

“Bambi,” Luke groaned lightly but got cut off straight away when the girl continued to rant, barely even realizing that he had tried to cut her off.

“This was supposed to be our weekend and you just sent me away. I was so excited to finally get a whole weekend of you to myself but no, I was shipped off to this shithole again-”

“This was all because you just wanted me to yourself?” Luke asked incredulously, an eyebrow raised at the girl whose eyes snapped up to meet his.

“That’s what you want, Bambi? You got it.” Luke said, his eyes staying on hers, never wavering as he commanded. He pushed back, hands off the counter and now standing at his full height, towering over her with his eyes never leaving hers, “Hands out. Now.”

“Luke what-”

Her eyes frantically search his face, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. She can feel her heart rate pick up, beating loudly in her chest.

“No, Bambi. You’ve done plenty talking tonight. No talking unless I ask you a question, got it?”

She nodded her head, gulping down the thickness in her throat as a thick leather wrapped around her wrists, constricting them. Her mouth parted slightly, she hadn’t even seen or heard Luke take off his belt, but now she can’t even part her hands anymore.

His head dropped to her neck and she can feel her stomach flutter simply by his breath fanning over the skin on her neck. His hand made its way up to the nape of her neck, grabbing a handful of hair and yanking on it so her neck is fully exposed to him, “You’ve me all to yourself tonight, Bambi. And you’re all mine.”

[hnderyx]

Hihi! Can I ask for a reaction of them wanting your attention and cuddles but you’re too concentrated doing something else?

Btw your reactions are so cuuuute!!

WayV's reaction to you being too concentrated on something else and they want your attention~

Heh, thank you for your ask!

And thank you for the compliment! Those type of comments always get me all giddy 💕

Kun:

I feel like when this guy wants attention, it's a bit more subtle

So when you're sitting at your desk writing an essay

He picks up on your stressed out vibes

He thinks that maybe if he takes your attention off of your essay for a little bit, you'll be able to come back and have an easier time finishing it

Clear your head a little bit

He also feels kind of neglected and wants some attention

But he'd never admit to that

Because he's 'so mature'

So he comes up behind you and gives you a back hug type thing as he rests his chin upon your head

"y/n, don't you think you should take a break for a little? You've been working on this for the last six hours.. straight"

"No, Kun. I need to get this done. It's due by next week and I'd rather not have to worry about it"

Next week?

Bro, what?

You've got like.. what, 100 hours plus to finish it?

And you're all bent out of shape right now?

"You could take a little break and maybe go for a walk with me or something.. your little mind has been full of essay thoughts for too long"

"No"

Alright, plan B

He goes and grabs your jacket and shoes

He drops the shoes by your chair and holds your jacket out for you to take

"We're going on a walk, y/n. You need a break. No saying no"

You're a bit annoyed at this, but you comply

He’s succeeded at getting your attention without exposing the fact that he is indeed an attention leech

Ten:

I feel like we all know what Ten’s like when it comes to wanting attention

“Baby Yangyang come here” *aggressive bed patting*

So when he sees you sitting in your library, reading some new fantastic book you’ve purchased

His heart immediately turns into goo

You sitting there, looking so focused

Your little expression

It makes him just want to cuddle you to the nth degree

So he does just that

Or, tries to

Sitting on the couch next to you, he wraps his arms around your torso and rests his head on your shoulder

You’re pretty much alright with this until he starts to try and distract you by blowing into the nape of your neck

To get your attention, of course

“Ten, stop. The story’s starting to get to the climax. Don’t distract me, it’s interesting”

“I could get you to your climax too, y/n. It’d be far more interesting”

You slap him away with a glare

“You’re fucking greasy. I just want to read”

You direct your attention back to the novel

He sits there with a slight pout before moving to rest his head on your lap

“Don’t you think your idol boyfriend is more interesting than a stupid book, y/n?”

“Look, you can lay there all you want, just don’t talk to me. I’m trying to focus”

He snakes his arms around your waist and pulls his face into your stomach

You drop one of your hands that was supporting the book to play with a couple strands of his hair

After about 20 minutes you start to hear soft snores from your boyfriend

At least he got his cuddles, and you got to focus on your new novel

Winwin:

I think the majority of us know that this lad isn’t too thrilled about skinship

So when he’s wanting it

You better swan dive right into that shit, y/n

If you’re not, I’ll come to have a serious conversation with you. I’m not too great at language skills and I have a terrible stutter but I’ll come for you istg

When he sees you in the kitchen

Making some cute cookies in the shape of flowers

Guy just wants to snuggle

Looking at you with flour all over your face, maybe a little in your hair

In your cute little apron

It makes him so soft

So he comes behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, toying with the little bow you’ve tied on the front of your apron

“Whatcha doing, y/n?” 

“Makin’ cookies” you mumble, pressing the cookie cutter into the dough

“You wanna come cuddle? I’ll clean you up and get all that flour off your face”

“I can’t right now, maybe after I put the cookies in the oven. I wanna have some of these as soon as possible. It’s a new recipe, Sicheng”

You start laying the cookies out on the pan, the parchment paper crinkling every once in a while from the weight of the dough

He observes every movement your hands make

Patiently waiting for you to finish the task at hand

“So when are you gonna.. you know.. put them in the oven?”

You look over at him as you’re delicately brushing egg whites over the cookies

He’s real desperate for cuddles and here you are, making cookies

y/n, what’s wrong with you? Give the guy some loving

“After the oven beeps. It has to be 175 degrees for these to bake properly. Be patient”

A few moments later, the oven beeps and you FINALLY put the cookies in

Poor guy is nearly jumping from excitement when you finally remove your apron and move to give him a hug

It was now time for Sicheng and he honestly couldn’t wait to receive your attention instead of watching you fuck around with dough and ignore him

Lucas:

Lucas probably could get your attention and cuddles whenever he wants

So when he sees you dusting the house

In your cute little Saturday morning outfit

Shorts that are WAY too short to be allowed in public, and an old tee you’ve had for centuries

He can’t help but want to cuddle his little cutie

But he knows you can be a little bit feisty when you set your mind to something and he tries to distract you from it

Does he care if you get a little upset if he takes your attention for like.. an hour? 

No bro, he doesn’t

When it’s Xuxi time, it’s Xuxi time

Besides, when you’re angry, you’re basically just like a little angry hamster

He walks up behind you and suddenly lifts you 

And at this point you’re like “wtf is happening?”

Until you realize that the gentle giant (if you’re taller than him, then he’s the midget) of the house is carrying you towards the couch

“Yukhei, I was dusting. Put me down. I need to finish this before I can relax”

“You can finish it later,” he plops down on the couch with you on his lap “right now, you can relax with me”

You basically claw to get out of his grasp to finish your task

But his iron strong grip is keeping you sat upon his lap

Eventually you give up

What’s the use of fighting it

He could probably bench press 40 of you

So 1 of you wanting to get back to dusting is probably like holding a squirming kitten in your arms

You toss the dusting rag in your hands onto the coffee table

And then snuggle into his hold

Yukhei has won

But then again, how could he not?

Xiaojun:

You decided recently to take up a new hobby

And that hobby was dancing

So you decided to try and cover one of your boyfriend’s songs

And wow, to DJ

Coming home from practice and laying his eyes on you attempting to dance to Turn Back Time was the cutest shit-

There you were, in your pyjamas

In the middle of the living room with everything pushed out of your way

Trying your best to follow along with his movements on your laptop screen

“y/n, you do realize you could’ve just asked me to teach you?”

You pause and turn to face him

You didn’t hear him come through the door and now 1.) you were deeply embarrassed and 2.) you ruined your surprise for him

“I wanted to surprise you with it, Dejun..” 

God, when I tell you this guy’s heart grew like the Grinch’s after all the Whos showed him the warmth of Christmas (idk if that’s even right I haven’t seen the movie in years-)

He rushed over to you and pulled you into a tight hug

“Let’s go rest. I’m tired after practice and I’d just love some hugs from you”

“DJ, I really want to learn this for you.. You can go rest and I’ll come join you later”

“I can teach you later. Having me teach you would be significantly better than trying to learn from a dance practice video..”

But his attempts to convince you to come cuddle you were futile, as you ‘just wanted to do it by yourself’

Eventually he just resorted to picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder to carry you to your shared bedroom

You tried to protest, but your protests were just as futile as his cuddle requests

He did take the responsibility to teach you the choreography after your little afternoon nap, even if you tried to refuse

Hendery:

Your anniversary was coming up and you thought you’d do some arts and crafts to make a handmade card for Kunhang

You were successful in your endeavour until he found his way into your craft room

Kind of like a sneaky snake

You didn’t realize he was there until he whispered a “whatcha doing?” into your ear

This basically caused you to jump the height of the empire state building

You tried your best to hide the card you were working on, hoping that he didn’t see too much of it

“I was making something for you- for our anniversary”

A grin found itself onto his face

“That’s so cute, y/n” he pulls you into a suffocating but loving hug, “but how about for right now, you come cuddle?”

“I’m busy..” your voice was muffled by his hoodie “I don’t want the decorations to dry wrong, Mr. Wong” (yes y/n, bust out those rhymes)

“Oh come on, I’ll love it no matter what the decorations look like”

The next few minutes were just filled of Hendery’s attempts to get you to be the big spoon because he ‘wanted to know what it felt like’

You finally gave in

Because not gonna lie, cuddles with Hendery are SSS tier

Not before trying to hide the card under a stack of books

You didn’t want him to lay his eyes on it again until your anniversary

Yangyang:

I feel like

With you, Yang² would be clingy 24/7

He just hits me as a lad that would love to show his love for you in any way possible

And because of this, there’s a lot of begging for cuddles

When he comes home to see you curled up in bed with a cold facecloth draped over your forehead

He’s immediately worried

“What’s going on? What’s wrong?”

You explain to him that you think you might have a little flu, but that’s all

And that maybe you being in a close proximity with him wouldn’t be great for him 

Still, he attempts to climb in bed with you to hold you close

“Yangyang, I don’t want you to get sick. I don’t want to take care of you when you’re bowing to the porcelain gods”

“Oh come on, y/n. I need cuddles because it hurts me to see you like this... and you should cuddle me because cuddles are the best cure-”

You roll your eyes and sit up from the bed slowly before making your way to the living room, to at least prevent the guy from catching whatever you had

And as you’re heading down the hallway you get the “y/n, y/n, wait”

He grabs your hand and pulls you back towards the bedroom

You’re too weak to protest against this 

You used up your energy and brainpower by trying to force Yangyang to leave you alone

It didn’t work, of course

So you gave in

Maybe you did need cuddles from him

You two spent the rest of the day spooning in bed and snoozing

Taking a break when you needed to bow down to the toilet, of course

He was right though, the cuddles did make you feel a bit better

[dreamrecorder]

Hey, I love love love your stuff! I noticed you had your requests open and I hope this isn't too much to ask and of course if it is you can just ignore it!

But I recently made the decision to finally get a hysterectomy this summer after eight years of struggling with endometriosis and adenomyosis, and even though I know I never want kids anyway it's still kind of been nerve wracking and it's also been making me insecure? Its like... Also a lack of choices for my future? Idk it's a little complicated and I wouldn't blame you for turning this request down, but do you think you could write some zhongli fluff and comfort for me? I just kinda want something to read when I'm feeling nervous and insecure and could use some serotonin. Tysm, love your stuff a lot

Have a great day! Ily

Always You

Zhongli x F!Reader

I honestly dont know if this was fluff enough because i kinda relate about some stuff here ksks- but pls pls pleeease i hope you would enjoy reading this- and if you need to talk to someone- i'll have my ears open ily- it was very brave of you to come up with that tough decision and i am proud uwu you are so so so strong i hope you know that

Bleed*** - menstruation basically but i kept things vague

You came from a very traditional family, whose roots dated back during the early years of Liyue. As such, your family also have equally traditional views on womanhood. One of these is that, it is your duty to bear children for your future husband. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to bring honor to your family.

When you became of the expected age to have bled- you never did. You and your parents waited for months for any signs of your first bleeding- any sign that you can bear children. But you never bleed.

You remember the horror in your mother's face. The disappointment in your father's.

That day, you seethed at yourself for being who you are but you made a decision to keep your head high. A woman has more capabilities than simply bearing children. It was a motivation that kept you going through the years- however there are times when you would gaze upon women smiling on their children,

There was this twist in your heart- prominent realizations that you can never have what they have…

~

Zhongli became a blooming point in your life. He was gentle and kind, smart and handsome- all qualities that any woman would want. He was so understanding and patient, but you never told him your secret. Yes, you trusted the man- yet you were scared- what would he do when you told him your secret?

Despise you? Leave you? Hate you? Those thoughts only intensified when you see him telling a story to the children that surrounded him one day in the harbor.

It was very subtle, but Zhongli noticed how anxious you behaved these days. You stutter at the simplest questions. You become easily surprised at the smallest unexpected noise. How you also avoided his eyes while you play with the hems of your clothes. Aside from those, he also noticed how you began to put distance between the two of you. At first, he decided not to intervene, for he trusted you that you would tell him your troubles when you are ready. However, when he entered your shared bedroom one night with your eyes glistening with tears- Zhongli knew he should have approached you sooner than have your feelings explode up.

With swift movements, the man went to you. Once close enough, he sat next to you as he gently lift your face for him to see. The way he, wiped your tears away, it made you release a small sob.

"Name, dear, what's wrong? Please tell me. Did I do anything to upset you?" Zhongli spoke with worry lacing his voice as he mulled over any reasons of your distress in his head. But you only shook your head. The man noticed your hesitance, and to resolve that, he simply placed a kiss on your forehead. After which, Zhongli snaked his hand hand to yours so that he could kiss every knuckle. He had hoped that these would ease your tension in your mind.

You needed to tell him the truth, now or never. 

After a few moments, you managed to steady your breathing as you held onto his hand tightly, scared that he would go away.

"I...I cannot bear your children." Was all you said in a whisper- looking away from him, not wanting to see the anger that would surface in his eyes. As for the man, himself- Zhongli was completely confused. He already knew that you didn't want to have kids in the future- and he respected that… After all, the labor of pregnancy will be carried by you- and he respected your views about children- So how did this topic of bearing him children broke you down so much?

"Name, I believe we already spoke about our decision about children. What brought this on? Please, Name, you can tell me anything."

At the question, Zhongli felt your hand grip his tighter. He watched you release a deep breath as you tried to organize your thoughts. With some semblance of calmness in your nerves, you told him you story about not having bled during you teens 'til now.

"I know I don't want kids, Zhongli- b-but…" you voice faded as your insecurities rose, but you felt the comforting touch and gaze your love gave you. A deep sigh and you continued, "But there's also a possibility that our decision might change. Like… I always felt that my choices are limited because of my condition. But you- you just had to choose me and I don't want to limit your life, too. You… you deserve a family, Zhongli."

You spoke the last sentence with your voice cracking. The thought of Zhongli leaving you for a better life- but with all your heart you didn't want to hold him back from having a proper family- A proper wife… Insecurities were rising again- fear, anxiety, loneline-

Your train of thoughts was stopped by the feeling of his lips plant into yours. And all you could do was melt in his arms with tears streaming once more. Both in relief and in sadness. Relief that he would still choose you, and in sadness that you can never be a proper wife he deserves. Once the man pulled away, he looked at you with those very same kind amber eyes that you fell in love with when you met him.

"Name, first of all- I love you, regardless of your condition. Just because you cannot bear me children does not make you any less of a person- Much more make me love you any less. I love you for you being who you are, and that will never change."

As soon as Zhongli had finished his declarations of love, happy tears flowed from your beautiful eyes. When he saw your lips rising into a smile that he adored so much, he whispered, "It will always be you."