#it feels a little tiresome to be coming back to

[chamomiletealeaf]

Lying awake thinking about babying Simon. I need to take care of him when he comes home from work, make him forget he exists lmfao. Sweet baby boy, ugh 😭 give him the sloppiest head of course 🤲🏻 I want HIM dependent on ME HSHSBWJWFJSN exploding sorry omg uggghhhh

I think about this every day anon omg…

Warnings: sub! Simon, very slight mommy kink (mentioned once), a really sloppy, gross, messy blow job, things I would never do for a man in real life unless it was Simon, Simon begging and pleading, slight choking, little bit of edging, reader just wants to take care of Simon

He’d come home from training recruits on base. A pout on his face every time he did exhausted from the energy it takes to put those rookies in place.

He trudges in through the door where you stand in the kitchen cooking his favorite meal, some assortment of steak, potatoes, and veggies, knowing he’d be at base longer than usual today.

You turn to him as he sets his bags down, turning down the heat on the stove and running up to meet him.

“Hi baby!” You say enthusiastically.

You grab his face, kissing him all over his cheeks, nose, jawline, wherever you could reach, and finally kissing his lips where he sighs and releases some tension he has built up from the stresses of today.

“Hi love.” He says with a tired smile. “Missed you.”

“I missed you too baby. Come on sit down honey I made you some food.” You say, helping him take off his jacket.

“Oh love I got it. Thank you.” He protests.

“Uh-uh, you’ve been working so hard recently the least I can do is help you take your jacket off honey.” You say, making him laugh.

He sits down at the table, relenting to your advances attempting to make him feel as comfortable as possible.

You see he still has eye black stained over his eyes and you click your tongue in disapproval.

“Oh honey you got your eye black on still.” You say from the kitchen.

“Yeah I’ll wash it off later.” He says, matter of factly.

Without a word you turn the stove down and make your way to the bathroom. You come out with some micellar water and cotton pads and stand next to Simon who sits at the table.

He looks at you, puzzled, until you reach out to lift his chin towards you.

“C’mon, up.” You grip his jaw lightly to angle his head up towards you to remove the eye black off his face with the cotton pads.

"What y'doin?" He asks, pulling his head back.

You pout when he pulls back

"I'm helping you baby." You say softly, as if he said something mean to you and he immediately regrets it.

Simon unfurrows his brows and reaches out to you, pulling you into his lap.

"I'm sorry love. Go ahead. Thank you." He says with a smile, trying to make you feel better. After all, you just wanted to take care of him after such a long tiresome day.

You straddle his hips and he runs his hands up your thighs, keeping them there.

You grip his jaw lightly again as you use the cotton pad over his eyes.

"Close your eyes honey." You say, and then swipe the micellar water soaked pad over his eyes, removing the eye black.

"There you go. Isn't that better?" You ask.

"Mm. Much better lovie. Thank you." He responds, smiling at you like you've just saved his life. And in a way you did, in more ways than one.

You lean in to kiss him and he kisses you back. It's soft and sweet and overdue. Just what he needs after a long long day.

You kiss him again and start to run your hands through his hair, deepening the kiss.

You cradle the side of his head with one hand as you kiss down his jaw, making him sigh in content. You move your lips and tongue along his jaw until you suck on his pulse point, making him moan.

"Mmm. Fuck baby. You know that's my spot." He chuckles, eyes closing with the pleasure.

You giggle, continuing kissing him all over until you make your way down.

Down over his chest, his stomach, licking over his happy train, until you lean your head on one of his thighs looking up at him innocently with a smile.

He laughs again, seeing where this is going.

"Now what are you up to little miss?" He accuses.

"Just wanna make you feel good honey. My big strong man been working so hard all day. Wanna show him how much I appreciate him." You tease, rubbing your face against his inner thigh covered by his work jeans you love on him so much.

"Aw dovey, you done more than enough for me. Don't have to if you don't wanna." He reaches down to brush his knuckles against your cheek, admiring your pretty face.

"I just said I want to." You said deeper, more seductively, making Simon raise his eyebrows a bit, catching him off guard from your sweet giggly demeanor from a second ago.

"Wanna make my sweet boy forget he exists. Been workin' so hard. Comin' home all tired and pouty needing mommy's warm mouth around his pretty fucking cock."

You rub your face against the growing bulge in Simon's pants, watching as his cheeks turn red from the sudden dominance you're now exuding.

"C'mon baby. Let me take care of you hm?" You beg him with your puppy dog eyes that he just can't resist and he nods his head.

"Mhm. Yeah. Of course. Please." He whispers breathlessly, his response coming out weaker than he intended.

You stand up and he looks up at you confused. Weren't you just about to suck him off?

"C'mon to the couch. Want my handsome man to be comfortable while I make him cum in my mouth." You say, pushing him down to sit on the couch.

He looks up at you speechless. You've never been this dominant before and he fucking loves it. He's always been so on guard, looking over his shoulder and after everyone every 3 seconds. It was so nice to just be. Especially when his pretty little girlfriend was about to give him the best blowjob he's ever had.

You kneel between his legs as you run your hands up his thighs to grab at his belt buckle.

"There. You comfortable baby?" You ask, and he nods, his eyes now half lidded with his lips parted. He's already looking fucked out and you haven't even touched him yet. So cute.

"Mm. Good." You hum in approval.

"Now. You gonna let me make you feel good? Gonna let me help you finally relax baby?" You ask, watching how he adjusts his hips, pushing up against your hands and how his breaths get shallower.

"Yes. Please. Fuck love I need it." He says with a breathless laugh.

You smile and start to unbuckle his belt, zipping the zipper down with your teeth while maintaining eye contact.

Simons moans at the sight.

You pull his jeans and boxers down just enough to pull him out and pump him a few times, making him throw his head back.

"God fuck." He grunts.

You laugh. "That's it baby just relax."

You spit on his fat tip before wrapping your lips around it, suckling him lightly.

He hisses and grips your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail.

"Fuck." He strains out.

You start to sink further down his shaft slowly, making sure he feels your mouth take his thick cock as far as you could.

You take him further and further until you gag, making him smile and chuckle darkly with his eyes still closed and head still thrown back.

He looks down at you with a sly smirk, knowing that he was still too much to take all the way.

With his cock in your mouth, you furrow your brows and reach up with one hand to grip his jaw and push, forcing his head back against the couch.

He moans at the action, loving how you take control again.

You remove your hand and wrap it back around his shaft. You were determined to make this man cum and wipe that smirk off his face until the only thing on it was pure bliss.

You start to suck faster and deeper, your hand moving along his shaft to swipe at his slit making his hips jerk.

"Fuck just like that baby." He moans, head tilting back down to watch you.

You look up at him making eye contact while you suck him off, drool starting to drip down over your hands as you gagged and slurped around his cock.

Nice and messy. Just the way he likes it.

You bob your head faster, eyes beginning to water as his cock hit the back of your throat making you gag.

You take him down as far as you can and hold it, your throat contracting around him while you sputter making him moan loudly.

You pulled up for air, coughing and gasping while you smiled. Simon was a fucking mess already. He finally let go and let himself moan like that. Loud and unfiltered. Just the way you liked it.

But, you could "fuck him out" further.

You continue to pump him, smearing your spit and his pre cum all over until it dripped over your fingers and his thighs.

"See? Isn't this nice honey? So much better than being all stressed out on base all day huh." You mock pity with a pout.

Simon nods, panting, needing more.

"S- so much fucking better. God you don't even know love." He whines.

"Hmm. Can make it better though." You say to yourself, and you wrap your lips around him again, really starting to suck him down, practically making him throat fuck you.

You continue to twist your wrists around what you couldn't fit, occasionally thumbing his slit while you gave him the messiest, sloppiest, dirtiest blowjob of his fucking life.

He grunts and moans, thrusting his hips up and gripping your hair tighter in his fist. Every time he jerks his hips you push them back down, wanting to stay in control.

"Fuck. Oh my god lovie yeah. Just like that. Fuck please don't stop. Keep going please. Fuck don't stop. Please. Need it- love how fucking sloppy you are with it. Yeah that's it. Please-please- gonna cum- fuck" He rambles on and on, voice getting higher pitched and whinier with each word and you practically have to press your hands as hard as you can into his hips to keep them from jerking up, your tits sitting all pretty and squished between his thighs, drool coating them as well.

Then, all of a sudden, you quickly pull your mouth off of Simon. Making him gasp.

"Wh- what-" He starts, watching as you move to straddle his thigh, one hand wrapped around his cock and the other around his throat.

You press your cheek against his as you jerk him off, looking down at where you stroke him. Your other hand squeezes just tight enough around his throat to make him roll his eyes back in pleasure.

"C'mon honey beg for it." You say. "Beg me to make you cum. Admit you need it." You begin to grind against his thigh, leaving a wet patch on his jeans.

"P-please. I need it. Need it so bad. Need you so bad." He whines.

"Yeah? Been working too hard? Just needed my nice warm mouth wrapped snugly around this fucking cock hm? Make you dumb?" You tease.

"Yes- God yes need you to make me not think. Wanna forget I exist. Please fuck make me cum. Put me back in your mouth please wanna cum in your mouth." He rambles. He's so fucked out that you can't tell if he's talking to you or to himself. But you don't care. You've acheived your goal.

Well, almost.

You remove your hand from his cock and bring it to squish his cheeks together.

"Ooh that's a good fucking boy. Don't you worry baby I'll make you cum good." You coo.

You quickly resort back to your previous position between his legs, and you both maintain eye contact again as you drool around his cock, sucking and slurping him like he's the last popsicle on earth on the hottest summer day.

You can't believe how fucking messy it is. His jeans are now a shade darker around his crotch from the drool dripping onto it and all over your face and hands, and your fingers are practically pruning from the moisture of your spit. His cock glistening from it while your mouth makes obscene slurping and gagging noises.

And it's so hot.

"Fuck- I'm cumming. Yeah just like that. Please- Fuck-" Simon whimpers, and he cums in your mouth with a moan as he throws his head back.

He tries to thrust his hips up but you shove them back down, letting his cum leak out of your mouth and onto your tits while you continue to suck him dry.

You hum around him and roll your eyes back in approval and pleasure as you feel his warm cum fill your mouth.

After he comes down, you pull off of his cock with a pop noise.

You smile up at him panting. Your face, tits, and hands covered in spit and cum.

He smiles back down at you, also panting, as he cradles your face, smearing the mess on your mouth around your lips with his thumb.

"I love you so much y/n." Simon says.

"I love you too Simon." You respond.

"Look so fuckin' gorgeous." He says, and you giggle.

"You look so handsome when you cum. Didn't realize you blush when you do though." You say teasingly, and Simon laughs, turning his head embarrassed.

You reach for a towel from the laundry you just folded earlier on the couch to clean the two of you up.

After you're both clean enough. You climb into his lap, straddling him again while you hold his head in your hands.

"Just want you to relax a bit. Always so stressed. Need my handsome boy to feel good every now and then." You say before kissing him softly.

"I always feel good when I'm with you love." He smiles. "Now. How about that dinner. I'll heat it up for us. You've done enough."

"Uh uh. You go sit at that table. I'm not done spoiling you yet." You say with a smile as you get up.

Simon cannot believe how he ever got so lucky.

[luvether]

hello, please don’t mind this i’m just yapping 💌

The mahogany wood of the church pew scratches against the fabric of your clothes every time you shift in your seat, splinters mingling with expensive silk.

hi hello, first sentence and I’m HOOKED. It’s the way that you worded this that sounds so pleasant (very koue coded descriptions actually)

You watch with a dazed expression as the wind dances against the cotton curtains, if one's imagination was as potent as your own they would be able to see a danseuse clad in white performing an elegant routine.

when you’re creative enough to imagine a dancer through the white cotton silks of the winded curtains >>>

"You dare make that expression to the person who made the tiresome journey up here just for you?" Luocha quips with a fond smile as he takes his respective place beside you.

Luocha saying those words accompanying it with a FOND smile?? Oh I’ll simply pass away

He glances at the altar for a brief moment before deciding that the true divinity is the person dressed in fine silk sitting beside him.

BUTTERFLIES BUTTERFLIES OH MY GOD STOP

You snuck a glance in his direction only to find that he was looking at you instead—Celadon green with flecks of sunlight in them, you always thought that his eyes were shaped in a romantic way, kind and gentle like a sweetheart returning home, it served as an immense contrast to the way they gazed you. It made you feel like the both of you were committing a sin, going against the holy sanctity of the church with nothing but a simple stare.

CEE I’M- this feels like having an affair. When yearning reaches a certain pinnacle that even glancing at each other feels like sinning <- honestly, how I would describe Luocha if he ever loved someone. ALSO THE DESCRIPTION OF CELADON GREEN W FLECKS OF SUNLIGHT I LOVE THAT COLOR FOR HIS EYES 🥹🥹

the drink was a balance of citrus and poorly mixed sugar—and another ingredient you couldn't quite determine—its taste akin to the nectar you used to suck from young primrose flowers when you were a little kid.

OKAY SO, I saw this specific line from one of your sneaks peaks before you posted it,,and it stuck to me like maggot in my brain. it just sounds so good? I wish I can explain it any better, your choice of words feel very quaint and dainty and it’s the words that I would find myself using—adding to the fact that this sets such an atmosphere. The details of you saying that the lemonade tasted like poorly mixed sugar and citrus adds so much subtle debt + adding the part of reminiscing childhood and nostalgia. When you said this was koucha coded I expected it but truly reading through it really make it so koucha coded TT the subtle color of golds, whites, the mentions of fabrics & cotton as well as mixing it with childhood <- that’s literally koucha vibes, i’m projecting heavily but I’m so happy that the vibes are so similar.

The thought almost made you chuckle at its hypocrisy, humans wrote prose after prose about how prayer could deliver one's soul and how repenting in the house of the Gods will grant you easy passage to the golden gates above but then a hot spell comes by and suddenly the journey up the hill didn't seem worth the taxing labour anymore.

I’m sorry, koucha coded ^^ they are prodigies of what they do and they exel in theology but goodness do they want to jab at every minor plot hole and inconvenience the pontiff + the church of purity palace does. ^^ I love a pondering reader too because yes, that’s genuinely such a valid take.

"what are you doing here?" He had asked before you could. Judging from your bemused expression he could tell that you were about to ask the same thing and the thought drew a small smile from him.

my sillies 🤍🤍 they’re so cute TT nothing of importance to talk about here I just thought how endearing how much luocha and reader seems to have an established wavelength.

"I wouldn't call it an answer if it came in the form of a fib" You turned back towards him, his eyes were closed, the rise and fall of his chest barely noticeable. He looked like a corpse dressed in white.

A beautiful one crowned with gold.

A beautiful one crowned with gold.

A beautiful one crowned with gold.

Yes, yes and yes. Also the quote of ‘He looked like a corpse dressed in white.’ jostling you cee, CEE. oh i’m eating.

The line between truth and lie was often one you'd find yourself crossing multiple times, white lies were easy, half-truths were necessary most of the time, the full truth however was analogous to taking a bite out of rotten fruit.

Amazing analogy because yes I agree ❕❕ I feel like you’ve written this part well because it’s so true TT also comparing of yelling the full truth as akin to taking a bite out of a rotten fruit >>

"I came to pray"

"come on, you can come up with a more creative lie. Your mind is such a fascinating thing and that's the only excuse you can give me? Dare I say I'm offended."

I know this is a luocha fic (catered to me) but reading this dialogue, i can also hear anaxagoras saying this ^^ hehe i just recently played the new quest so like that specific dialogue is giving anaxa coded.

The words you say are blasphemous—and had it been anyone else, you wouldn’t have dared to utter them. but right now it was just you and him and as much as you hated to admit it Luocha knew this part of you, the ugly pieces of yourself that you hide from the eyes of the public, saved only for the damned and unholy.

Luocha doesn't react to your words, if anything he regarded you with small amusement.

Reading this, it feels like Luocha is a walking confessional booth /j but in all honestly, the trust that is already established between them + Luocha already knowing the ugly side of you eueu I genuinely feel like after reading this, Luocha seems like a comforting person to just yap to (at least to me)

When you don't reply, you feel the tap of gloved fingertips against the underside of your chin, the light taps drumming in tandem with your pulse. His grip was gentle, coaxing you to look at him.

SHUT ME UP WITH A KISS i’m sorry, but had be giggling and kicking my feet ><

When you meet his gaze those same fingers give a small affectionate squeeze, then he gets closer, close enough for you to breathe in the lingering scent of the oils and herbs he keeps on his person. It was a new scent every day; yesterday it was a mix of wildflowers, the day before that eucalyptus, the only constant thing was how faint it seemed, like a trace of him lingering on the cobbled streets just after he disappeared.

The art of noticing 🥹🥹 crying rereading this one multiple of times because it screams Luocha, he’s the type to wear faint cologne sometimes floral, sometimes vanillla and definitely the type of scents that has wildflower and eucalyptus.

A soft breath drew out of you as you came to an epiphany. The presence of another beast, dressed in the guise of sheep, staring back at you. This beast was more clever and with every spoken devotion he'd say; a lie crafted from the flaccid stems of white lilies—laced with false innocence.

I did think about Luocha being a wolf in sheep’s clothing, like the description does fit him in some way. Also ‘flaccid stems of white lilies—laced with false innocence.’ >>

"Why do you go to church every day?"

"Consider it an act of devotion"

"To the gods?"

"To the heretic saint sitting in front of me"

SHUT ME UP WITH A KISS (2) this whole piece is just dripping of Hozier 😭 more specifically, from Eden and I’m not complaining, it’s so good. I’m so sorry this rb is long overdue but do know that I really cherish this piece + the albedo one you made for me it’s very endearing and each words are carefully chosen so well. Like, you know me so much after reading this entire thing. Thank you for writing this beloved, absolutely adored every single Luocha dialogue, every description, every word, as well as the tittle it’s sooo urggh hugging you ❤︎

“A 𝓣ESTAMENT TO SUN KISSED 𝓢AINTS.ᐟ”

Luocha x GN! Reader— where devotion knows no bounds and the heat of hell would be the last thing keeping him from you. Word counter: 2k

Tagging ⁀➴user @luvether (the long awaited Luocha fic! It's woolflower if you squint)

Minor warnings: religious(ish) themes that I probably got wrong on numerous occasions. Probably terribly OOC considering that there's little to no lore about him and because the extent of my knowledge of him is based on Koue's musings.

The mahogany wood of the church pew scratches against the fabric of your clothes every time you shift in your seat, splinters mingling with expensive silk. With springtime arriving it came bearing gifts, blooming flowers in lush green pastures and the obnoxiously warm summer air. Air that coaxes beads of sweat to trace a path on pale skin before disappearing through high-rise collars, where the sun kisses every unbeknownst wanderer blessing them with sunburns and tan lines.

The air fell thickly, humid, numbing one's mind. It seemed like the heat warranted everyone's attention and gripped onto it like a vice. The church was an exception to that, odd enough the air circulating through its opened wood-trimmed windows was cool and relaxing, enough to lull one to sleep if not careful.

You watch with a dazed expression as the wind dances against the cotton curtains, if one's imagination was as potent as your own they would be able to see a danseuse clad in white performing an elegant routine.

Your trance was broken when you felt the cool press of glass against the apple of your cheek the contrasting temperatures making you flinch. The chuckle that followed made your already peeved expression turn even more sour. "You dare make that expression to the person who made the tiresome journey up here just for you?" Luocha quips with a fond smile as he takes his respective place beside you. He glances at the altar for a brief moment before deciding that the true divinity is the person dressed in fine silk sitting beside him. You snuck a glance in his direction only to find that he was looking at you instead—Celadon green with flecks of sunlight in them, you always thought that his eyes were shaped in a romantic way, kind and gentle like a sweetheart returning home, it served as an immense contrast to the way they gazed you. It made you feel like the both of you were committing a sin, going against the holy sanctity of the church with nothing but a simple stare.

"well? You're parched aren't you?" He gestured to the cool drink cradled between your fingers. From the color you could tell it was lemonade. You squeeze the glass tightly feeling the cold transfer to your palms.

"quite" you reply as you lift the glass bottle to your lips, the drink was a balance of citrus and poorly mixed sugar—and another ingredient you couldn't quite determine—its taste akin to the nectar you used to suck from young primrose flowers when you were a little kid. It was enough to quench your thirst and fill you with a misplaced sense of nostalgia. When you glanced back at the man beside you, you noticed that he was staring back at the altar.

Curiouser and curiouser.

"It's empty" Luocha says suddenly breaking the comfortable silence. It didn't take a lot of thought to know what he was referring to. Two options really, the glass in your hand, or the church you both chose to linger in.

"it's a Tuesday morning and the sun is unforgiving." You shrugged letting your gaze sweep over the surroundings, it was unusual to not see another living soul inside the quaint chantry. You chalked it up to the fact that the climb up the hill was exhausting, and the heat would’ve worn down any sane person. Even the usual morning sermons were cancelled because of it.

The thought almost made you chuckle at its hypocrisy, humans wrote prose after prose about how prayer could deliver one's soul and how repenting in the house of the Gods will grant you easy passage to the golden gates above but then a hot spell comes by and suddenly the journey up the hill didn't seem worth the taxing labour anymore. Suddenly quiet of the church didn't feel lonesome, it felt like a well-earned reward.

It still begs the question.

"what are you doing here?" He had asked before you could. Judging from your bemused expression he could tell that you were about to ask the same thing and the thought drew a small smile from him. You huffed softly brushing the imaginary dust off your clothes.

"I wanted to take a walk"

"There are a handful of other places you could've gone to that do not require you to trek up this hill and get your boots sullied with mud," Luocha says with an easy expression. He had a point, this church wasn't exactly the most convenient place to go to, situated atop a small hill overlooking the small town below. It was as if the ministry chose to build it here as a challenge. To test how much faith and devotion the townsfolk had for their Gods and how far they'd go for them. In this hellish heat, only two of them had passed the challenge.

"This is a place of prayer not one for scrutiny." You deflected his knowing gaze with a frown and turned to look at the window once more.

"it is a simple question" From your peripheral vision you could see him shrug before leaning against the pew. If you held his gaze any longer you fear even a private confession wouldn't be enough.

"I gave you a simple answer" you retorted. From the windowsill, you could make out the faint outline of the town. The pointed rooftops, the bell tower, the town square that looked eeriely desolate.

"I wouldn't call it an answer if it came in the form of a fib" You turned back towards him, his eyes were closed, the rise and fall of his chest barely noticeable. He looked like a corpse dressed in white.

A beautiful one crowned with gold.

You shook the thought from your mind. Focus

"What do you want me to say?"

"The truth?" He offered and you took your lower lip in your mouth. The line between truth and lie was often one you'd find yourself crossing multiple times, white lies were easy, half-truths were necessary most of the time, the full truth however was analogous to taking a bite out of rotten fruit.

"I came to pray" bullshit. And the way luocha slowly opened his eyes to look at you told you that he didn't buy that excuse one bit.

"come on, you can come up with a more creative lie. Your mind is such a fascinating thing and that's the only excuse you can give me? Dare I say I'm offended." You narrowed your eyes at him, if gazes could cut, you'd land one skin-deep right above his lip—the type that would only be noticeable when the sting of something citrusy touched it.

"humour me, what lie would you want me to craft especially for you?" He hummed under his breath in contemplation, facing towards the altar this time. A silence fell upon you both, not the serene kind that came with the atmosphere of the church but the kind that makes your gut twist into knots straggling whatever butterflies were left.

"that you came to pray-" You ought to shatter the empty glass onto his skull; turn flaxen hair to crimson in mere seconds.

"-and mean it. When was the last time you did?" He finished simply. There was no malice, just curiosity, maybe a little condescension but not enough for it to justify the withering glare you had sent him.

"I go to church everyday." You scowl, defensive.

"going to church and praying to the Gods are two different things. One is a facade and the other is-"

"-nonsense."

"What difference is there between praying and blowing the flame off the candle wick or begging on your knees only to be left unheard?" You finished, your tone sharp. Luocha raised a pale brow at the outburst, eyes drawn to the way your fist bundle against the satin fabric of your clothes.

Silence again.

"Prayer is a release, a way to ask for forgiveness, repent." His voice was a soft whisper like he himself was praying to some divine deity. However, not once did he look anywhere else, his gaze fixed on you. You could make out the faint silhouette of your reflection in his lovely eyes.

"Give me something other than the dictionary term" You mutter, allowing yourself to lean against the wood trying to feign nonchalance despite the visible tension locked onto your limbs. You hear a small exhale of breath.

"Prayer is devotion"

"Devotion to God's who do nothing in the face of people suffering." The words you say are blasphemous—and had it been anyone else, you wouldn’t have dared to utter them. but right now it was just you and him and as much as you hated to admit it Luocha knew this part of you, the ugly pieces of yourself that you hide from the eyes of the public, saved only for the damned and unholy.

Luocha doesn't react to your words, if anything he regarded you with small amusement.

"Why do you go to church every day?" When you don't reply, you feel the tap of gloved fingertips against the underside of your chin, the light taps drumming in tandem with your pulse. His grip was gentle, coaxing you to look at him.

When you meet his gaze those same fingers give a small affectionate squeeze, then he gets closer, close enough for you to breathe in the lingering scent of the oils and herbs he keeps on his person. It was a new scent every day; yesterday it was a mix of wildflowers, the day before that eucalyptus, the only constant thing was how faint it seemed, like a trace of him lingering on the cobbled streets just after he disappeared.

"Do you do it to play saint? To wear a veil of innocence? To convince yourself that you have not been forsaken by the only thing you have left?" His words felt like daggers to your lungs, successfully puncturing the lobes so that blood may rush in rendering you breathless. Then as if to swathe the wound, his fingers softly caress the underside of your chin.

Your tongue felt like lead, you couldn't come up with a smart retort. How could you when the words he uttered cut you boneless and hollow? When the reason you go to church every day is not to play the act of a dutiful devotee but as a silent rebel instead. After all to go to a sacred place like this, to sing its hymns with a non-believer's tongue, to mutter ancient prayers with a voice that has spoken nothing but venom against the very Gods everyone worshipped—that was the cruellest form of revenge. To act as a sheep getting herded with the rest only to reveal that underneath cotton and wool was a beast ready to hunt and devour.

Observing your face, Luocha smiled.

A soft breath drew out of you as you came to an epiphany. The presence of another beast, dressed in the guise of sheep, staring back at you. This beast was more clever and with every spoken devotion he'd say; a lie crafted from the flaccid stems of white lilies—laced with false innocence.

In that short moment, a wave of understanding blanketed you two.

How would damnation feel now that you had the knowledge that wouldn't be going through it alone? at that moment it felt like the velvet of his gloves.

"Why do you go to church every day?" your words verbatim to the question he posed earlier, pricking the silence with the soft undertone of your voice. Luocha paused to ponder it despite already having an answer settled on the tip of his tongue.

"Consider it an act of devotion"

"To the gods?" you jested with a snort making him chuckle as well, his fingers moved against the expanse of your jaw before tucking a stray lock behind your ear, the act making your blood rush and heart pound like the wings of a hummingbird.

"To the heretic saint sitting in front of me"

Ok admittedly I had no idea where I was going with this—I just wrote the first paragraph and worked my way down and even rn it still feels eh idk. I feel like a lot of the wordings didn't make sense-? I'm still trying to find a writing style I'm comfortable with and one that seems natural to me. Luocha you enigma, it's so hard to write for you but I had fun either way. If you guys made it this far—wow congrats and thank you for pushing through all this! If you spotted any mistakes no you didn't! Be sure to give an rb with your thoughts and critiques, comment, and heart, I would very much appreciate it (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

[starliteonearth]

Controversial opinion but Captain Carter's presence should not have extended past season 1 of What If. While I have enjoyed this version of Peggy, not only does the series not need a main recurring character, it shouldn't be going back to the SAME version of the character again and again. The fun of What If is getting something, or someone, new each episode and the 3 episodes that Captain Carter was the focus of this season could've easily been used to spotlight some other female superheroes.

For example, it should been Captain Marvel who Wanda summoned in 1602 instead. That would've been a really nice moment for her, especially since outside of her movies, all she gets are cameos. Wanda herself could've teamed up with Kahhori in the finale to fight Supreme Strange for a twisted reversal of Multiverse of Madness. The Hydra Stomper episode could've been about Shuri, She-Hulk, Kamala, Yelena, anybody else really. The point is just something different.

Anyways, I'm hoping that they put this version of the character to rest and move on in season 3 because there are plenty of other characters that deserve the screentime.

[2cupids]

toji x f!reader. mdni (17+)

you were never able to understand how people could cheat on their spouses or significant others. the pathetic excuses people made up to justify their cheating? you called it bullshit and found the act of infidelity to be absolutely despicable.

well, at least that’s how you used to feel about the act. until you met him.

being a housewife, you usually spent your days lounging around in the million dollar house your husband let you pick out a few years ago. anytime if you weren’t busy taking care of the house or sitting around looking pretty, you could be found at your bi-weekly hair or nail appointment and if not one of them, then you were out and about in your cute little convertible meeting your friends for brunch, attending your pilates class, shopping, or doing whatever your heart desired.

there’s not a better life you could ask for, you get to live the life that so many women can only dream of. yet, as thankful as you were for the lifestyle your husband was able to provide you with, the long hours he spent at the office meant that his work-life balance was greatly affected and sadly, your sex life wasn’t spared.

the countless evenings that were spent sitting at the large, glossy wood-finished dining room table eating alone and laying in bed using one of your silicone dildos to masturbate with because you were getting the real thing were beginning to grow tiresome and the need for physical intimate was getting harder and harder to ignore.

despite that, you still loved your husband and never blamed him for any of it. you were still wholeheartedly loyal and devoted to him. he’s only doing what he has to do to provide for his family, right? and it’s not like he ever mistreated you. there was no other man for you, at least that’s what you assumed. but that assumption went out the window the day that handyman!toji showed up at your front door in a tight, short sleeve compression top and some worn jeans to fix some leaky pipes.

truthfully, it was simply the case of one thing that led to another. for some reason, you felt comfortable enough to open up to a complete stranger about your frustrations and instead of turning down toji’s advances when he came onto you, you welcomed them. the first time was a complete mistake, that’s what you told yourself.

you and toji having a quickie on top of the kitchen table, was just because you needed to release the pent up sexual energy that had built up over time. right? because no matter how good toji’s bulging muscles looked as he subtly flexed them as he kept your legs spread for him while his eyes stayed glued to how well your pussy took his girthy dick, you could not let it happen again.

was it possible that you jinxed yourself by saying you would never sleep with him again? ..possibly. because a week later you’re bouncing up and down in toji’s lap as you two fucked on the couch, with his head stuffed between your pretty titties as he called you every type of ‘slut’ and ‘whore’ for riding another man’s dick while your husband was hard at work to keep up that lifestyle you adored so much. the taunting tone of his voice replayed more times in your head that you would’ve liked as guilt ate at you from the aftermath of your actions, especially at night as you laid in bed next to your loving husband.

did that stop you though? no.

this affair with the handyman has been going on for months now and you don’t see any sign of it slowing down or coming to an end anytime soon. it’s gotten to the point where toji parks his car a few blocks away and meets you around the back entrance of your house, void of the nosey eyes of neighbors. and although you would never admit it out loud, toji fucks you so better than your husband ever could. not to mention, it’s like the man has a gold medal winning mouth when it comes to eating pussy. you never even knew you were capable of squirting until you started seeing toji.

tonight was supposed to be the same as usual, it’s a friday night and one of the days toji now routinely comes over to give you some good loving. except today your husband is uncharacteristically home early from work which makes you both worried and excited. though your worries are put aside as you converse with your husband while cooking, sharing laughs and smiles with each other as if you’re not having an extramarital affair. sitting across from him as you clink your wine glasses together, a little before the clock strikes nine o’clock on a weekday feels foreign to you, it’s been literal months since you can remember having anything close to this.

that warm, fuzzy feeling that fills your body as you and your husband sit and chat over dinner feels so nice that you almost tell toji not to come over tonight— almost.

it’s close to midnight, and your spouse is upstairs passed out on the bed from an alcohol-induced sleep while you’re unlocking the back patio door for toji to come in. he’s a man that doesn’t waste time, he gets down to business and within a couple minutes, he’s got you stripped down and naked, driving that fat dick into your pussy that’s seemingly become accustomed to his dick.

the sound of skin on skin echo through the expanse of the large kitchen as toji fucks you from behind, his broad-shouldered frame and big, bulky arms completely covering you and caging you between him and the quartzite countertop.

one of his large, calloused hands goes to your thigh and props it on top of the counter to fuck you deeper. your hands grip the cool stone harder as a strained moan rips from your throat at the new position and angle, feeling toji hit different spots makes your pussy react accordingly, clamping ever so tightly around his length that it makes him hiss.

toji’s not a particularly noisy man during sex, usually just a few groans and grunts here and there, but he’s changed it up tonight. you’ve never heard him make so much noise before and if you didn’t know any better, you might just assume that he’s getting off to the possibility of your husband waking up and finding you.

“oh baby,” he whispers in your ear, his voice holding a hint of mockery as he smirks. “what would you do if your husband woke up? what would he think if he saw his perfect wife getting her pussy pounded like a slut by another man?” he runs a hand through the silky strands of your colored wig, tugging your head back slightly.

your face scrunches up distastefully at the image and you frown, making a small noise to show you don’t take too kindly to his words, to which toji just chuckles a little louder than necessary. “aw, you don’t like what i said? feeling a little guilty all of a sudden?” he coos, a sadistic expression crossing his face.

his hips start to make contact with yours at an increased speed, balls smacking your sensitive clit each time so hard that it makes you yelp. the pants leaving toji’s mouth turn into full on grunts as his balls empty into your greedy pussy. slowly, toji pulls out and watches as your pussy pulsates and you push out his cum, the liquid leaking onto the stone floor beneath.

toji drops to his knees and starts stroking his dick back to life, letting his tongue dart out and lick at your swollen clit. some of his milky cum drips onto his face and he moves to suck his cum out of your hole, moaning against your sweet cunt. “how many times you think i gotta make you cum before you’re screaming so loud that it wakes up your hubby, pretty?”

[chris-prank]

A desperate yandere in your area

Chapter 2 : Surprise visitor

Sub pathetic yandere x GN reader

Previous chapter - Next Chapter

(This is a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only, I do not support yandere behaviors in real life)

CW: NSFW, collar, praise kink, masturbating in secret, handjob, voyeurism, teasing, porn with plot, yandere behavior, mention of stalking, reader is horny too and L bomb

Word count: Over 2K

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You sat on your bed, putting headphones in your ears. It had been a truly tiresome day, so you figured that a little alone time was well deserved before doing any house chores. Setting comfortably against your pillows, you selected one of those “man moaning and whimpering” audios. You closed your eyes as the delectable sounds filled your surrendering. 

You were starting to get into it, when suddenly, a moan seemed to have been louder than the others. They were also small whimpers…Weird…You decided to not pay much attention to this as your body relaxed. Your hand creeped down your pants when you went in the mood again. 

You were making rhythmic movements, trying to imagine a pathetic man in front of you making all these slutty moans. Even in your while enwrapped in your fantasy, you swore some noises were always too loud to be coming from your headphones. You used your clean hand to pause the audio and there it was again! A small whimper!

You checked your phone and no, the audio hadn’t started again. It was so faint that it was difficult for you to pinpoint where it was coming from. You took out your headphones and really tried to concentrate on the source of the noises. It almost sounded like an injured animal, maybe a cat had gotten into your apartment ? You knew that one of your neighbors had one, so it wasn’t impossible. You sigh in defeat, knowing that you wouldn't be able to finish what you started. You took a blanket and got off your bed. You roamed around the room as quietly as possible, not wanting to alarm the poor unknown creature. As you got closer to your closet you could feel your heart pulsating in your ears, the whimpers were coming from there. You raised the blanket, ready to throw it if the animal showed any sign of aggressivity.  

In one swift motion you opened the closet door. And there was… Jacce sitting on the ground, pumping his cock forcefully. He was so engrossed by the smell of your shirt covering his face, that he had failed to remember to keep it down. You didn't even scream or move. You felt like you dissociated from your body, as if you were watching this surreal outcome from a second point of view. 

The man opened his eyes when he was just about to cum, finally noticing you standing in full height before him— just like he had fantasized on so many occasions, but this time it was real. 

“F—ngahh—uck.” His eyes rolled back for a second, his body shuddering while he ejaculated. Ropes of cum shooting unintentionally in your direction.  

His sudden climax reactivated your nerve system. You dropped the blanket on him, ran out of the room and into the living room. Not only was there a man that broke into your house to masturbate, this intruder was JACCE! The barista you liked! This was the most horrifying situation you've ever been in. You regretted dreading that it could have been a wild animal, because it would have been better than whatever this was. 

You could hear shuffling noises behind you, certainly him trying to put his junk back into his pants as fast as possible.

“Hey w-wait.”

When you turned to face him, his expression was still stuck in this dazed state of the aftermath of cumming. Like clockwork every time he took a step forward you would step back.  

“Y-you weren’t… supposed to see th-this.” He breathed out like he ran a marathon, “let me ex-explain before doing anything… p-please.” 

Jacce looked down at your hands before looking back at you. You didn’t answer but didn’t make a move either. The man took that as a sign to continue. 

“I… I know what it looks like… A guy that you barely know, touching himself in your closet… in your house…” He hesitated at the last part, “but I’m not a creep! I-I did this because I love you!”

Love me?! You had noticed before that he gave you more special treatment compared to other clients… but you never expected this! You felt your body getting weaker, as if you were about to faint from the stress. 

“Are you… going to hurt me?”

Jacce's expression seemed to drop at the question, as if he was heartbroken that you thought he would do such a thing. This was not going as planned and he hated himself for it. You weren’t supposed to find him in your closet. You weren’t supposed to see him like this. 

“I could n-never hurt you! I love you!” He was speaking with conviction, “I just want to be there for you! To serve you like you deserve… If anything you should be the one hurting m—”  

“What are you talking about?!” You cutted him short in a panic, “I don’t want t-that!”

“What!? B—But I can be so good for you!” His voice raised slightly in desperation,  “most guys are too stupid to even split the house chores! I'm ready to do everything for you!”

You stepped back while he kept walking forward. He was so absorbed in waves of emotions to notice the fear in your eyes. He gripped his shirt, his hands trembling and tears forming in the corner of his eyes. 

“I would NEVER take you for granted! I would be the most attentive and obedient person in your entire life!” His entire body was now shaking violently, “I don’t even have to be your boyfriend, I can be your pet!” 

You didn’t know what to do. Your brain was going thousand miles an hour, making it near impossible to settle on something. While trying to think clearly, you also had to focus on what he was saying. He kept going on and on about the fact the he wanted to… serve you. What if it was true and not just excuses to make himself look less bad? 

You decided to test your luck. It's not like you had another choice. Jacce was taller than you and getting him more agitated was not a good idea. You builded up all the energy you had left and talked over him in an authoritarian tone. 

“Sit down against the wall.”

And he did. 

All the panic that contortionned his face had completely disappeared, replaced by an expression of anticipation. He looked sincere about his intentions… but you couldn’t totally believe him just yet. The fear in your guts was still present, but it was slowly being overshadowed by something else. Your mind kept wandering back to the whimpers he cried out while touching himself and how cute he looked all desperate. You could sense the familiar sensation creeping between your legs the longer you looked down at him. Jacce seemed to be also stimulated by the turn of events, because he quickly placed his hands between his legs, not wanting to blow up his small chance with you. This pose gave him an even more submissive look, which made you go crazy. 

What if… maybe we could both take advantage of this situation. 

You were indeed craving for someone like this. Until now you could only find them in fiction and even then it was hard to dig them out in the sea of dominant love interests. Jacce would get your attention and you would be able to feast upon the site of his patheticness. You were definitely twisted to consider this outcome about a man who broke into your house, but it’s not like you would be doing anything wrong. It's your house so your rules on how to deal with intruders. 

“Let me see what's happening between your legs.”  You tried to keep the confident facade as you spoke. 

Jacce's shoulders jolted a bit in embarrassment, but he did reveal the tent in his pants. He looked so disheveled with his flushed face and his coat lazily falling off one his shoulders. So hot. 

“Do you want me to make it better?” Your voice was dripping with such honey, that you were even shocked by it. 

He nodded frantically. Consent was something crucial and he had just gave it to you with indisputable enthusiasm. 

You got down on your knees to get better access to him. You reached your hand out for his bulge, caressing it, which made his body tremble in anticipation. You unzipped his pants and slightly pulled at the rim of his boxers. His erection sprong out, finally letting you have a good look at it. His dick was 6.5 inches, the foreskin pulled back to reveal his pink gland, now on the verge of turning red. The tip was crowned with little pearls of precum, some of them sliding down his shaft like water drops on a car window. It made your mouth salivate just by thinking of wrapping your lips around it and admire his face contorted in pleasure. 

Jacce was clearly trying to stay quiet, but when you spat in your hand, he couldn’t help but whimper at the thought of what was going to happen. You rubbed your palm on his tip, which made him buck his hips, before wrapping your fingers around it. Your thumb was barely reaching your index finger and that warmed your lower half even more. The idea of something like this stretching your inside was so enticing.

“T–thank y–you… Haah… I’ll be so so good to you, I promise.” 

Jacce leaned in, clinging to the front of your shirt. At last he was feeling your divine touch. A part of him still couldn’t believe the turn of events. He imagined that you would have at least tried to hit him or something. But no, there you were, willingly giving him a handjob like a merciful master. You squeezed the base of his shaft, admiring the precum oozing out of the tip. You started to stroke him at a medium pace. Surprisingly, his voice was more soft spoken than what you expected. He was murmuring needingly into your ear while his drool stains your clothes. Jacce was still sensitive, since he had already cum not too long ago, causing him to swallow back cries multiple times. 

“If you want me to continue you’ll have to answer some questions, ok?” 

You felt like you were babying this grown man, talking to him like that. But he didn’t seem to mind, since he nodded without a complaint. Your grip started to loosen up tho, since that wasn’t a satisfying answer. 

“Use your words or I’ll stop making you feel good.” 

“I’ll–I’ll answer!” He whined.

“Good job.”

He shivered at the praise. That’s what he had dreamed of hearing from you for months. You picked up the paste again, pumping him harder. His head fell back as he unconsciously reached one hand out to his hidden collar. You were taken aback at the sight of it. How depraved is this guy!? Without thinking, you placed your index and middle fingers in the loop and tugged at it, making him moan like never before while jerking his head back up. You were pretty sure he almost came just from that. 

“First question… How long have you been stalking me?”

“I st–started five months ago Mmm-Ahh… ” He sobbed, it was so hard for him to speak, “Y-you were always so n–nice to me when you N-gh came into the coffee shop. I wanted to kn-know more.”

You’ve been going to that place for about a year, so at least he hasn’t been doing it for that long. You were a bit taken aback that you never suspected anything though. This guy has been either really good or very lucky until now. 

“Do you break into my house often?”

“N-no.”

You abruptly stop touching him, forcing him to speak again.

“I–I swear! I only did it six times!”

He arched his back and whimpered, urging you to stroke him again, which you happily obliged. It was hard not too! 

“P-please u-use me, use me, use me! I want to be your dumb ngAhhh little puppy…” 

The words were spilling out of his mouth with pure urgency and he bucked his hips against your palm uncontrollably. All clear signs that he was close to release. You couldn’t count the number of times you fantasized about turning someone into such a mess, but now that you were experiencing it, your simple imagination was nothing compared to the real thing. Your own self control started to waver the more it went on. Jacce knew that he was about to cross his limit as well, closing his eyes shut, preparing himself. But the grip around his cock loosened, until it completely disappeared. He whined and moved his hips, searching for the touch of your warm hand again. 

“W–why did you stop? I–I told you what you wanted to k-know!” 

You didn’t answer, only looking at him with an indecipherable expression. All the moans, whimpers and other noises he let out, made you so horny that it was becoming too much to bear, but you knew it would make him way too happy to be used to make you cum. You couldn’t let him release either. He didn’t deserve it, not yet anyway. 

“I’m not letting you cum.” 

“Wh-what!? W-why?!” He complained again. 

“You broke into my house and stalked me for five months.” You swiftly got on your feet, “bad boys don’t deserve to ejaculate.”

Bad boy was like the last nail into the coffin for the pathetic mess. In Jacce’s top ten of the worst things you could say to him this one was pretty high. Small tears rolled down his cheeks as a result.  

“You… you’re right… I’m sorry.” He sniffed.

You did feel a little bit bad for making him cry and wanted to fuck him dumb too. No, not tonight. You had to hammer that in your brain to resist your desires. You decided to at least help him a bit before kicking him out. 

“Let's get you cleaned up.” 

“N-no! I–I’m supposed to be the one to–to take care of you.” he whined.

You gave him a stern glance, which shut him up instantly. You came back with a bottle and a wet towel in hand, crouched down in front of him and handed out the water. He took it, chugging it halfway in one go. 

“T-thanks, you’re so nice to me… even when I don’t deserve it.” He whispered, looking away with a subtle smile on his lips. You could sense that, despite his guilty look, he was celebrating this whole situation on the inside. 

With the towel you cleaned off his cock, still covered in a mixture of your spit and his cum. Jacce was looking at you like a puppy who made a mess and was watching his master taking care of it. His breath was getting heavy again and you could feel his cock twitching through the towel. He was totally getting turned on at how gentle and attentive you were to him. This had transformed into the perfect domestic fantasy in Jacce’s twisted mind. 

“I’ll help you to the door if you think your legs aren’t strong enough yet.”

“I thought you accepted me! Can’t I stay!?” 

“I haven’t made my final decision yet.” You crossed your arms,“if you really are a good boy you will let me think about it.”

Hanging over his head the possibility of being yours was enough for him to accept your request. He didn’t even consider the fact that you could call the police the second he leaves. Besides, the fact that you decided to touch him, instead of all the other decisions possible, was making him a bit more confident. After helping him up, you opened the front door and waited for him to leave. Jacce stopped, now the roles were reversed with his figure overtowering you. 

“You promise to think about it?” He whispered anxiously. 

“Yes, now please get out.”

He nodded and you watched Jacce for a bit to make sure he was really leaving, before closing the door. You looked down at the spot where the desperate man was previously sitting. You could feel your guts twist again, urging you to satisfy the heat between your legs. You sighed as you went into your room. The dirty audios you used to listen to were definitely not going to be enough to satisfy you anymore. 

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I love nothing more then making a reader who is horny for the yandere too 😌

Link for the chapter on Ao3

Here is an other old sketch I made for this chapter back in 2023!

[fairlyabookie]

the things you do that got them head over heels (part 4)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | feat. third years ! more in coming :>

Malleus - Ice cream date

There was nothing about going out on an afternoon outing after class for an ice cream venture, Malleus thought to himself. The thought of having one was alluring after a tiresome day of classes and homework. He could picture the preserved sweetness, the creamy goodness. Oh, he would love to spend a pretty penny to consume one right now.

Of course, he had to take you into his little adventure of getting ice cream. Malleus certainly wanted the company to ensure he wasn’t the only one getting the delectable; why not share the wonderful goodness that was ice cream together? You couldn’t refuse, go along with your companion for a bowl of ice cream goodness.

Matter of fact, he was glad he had you he couldn't ask for this merry moment - the others would deem Malleus intimidating to go with, Sebek and SIlver was already busy with club activities and training, and Lilia.. Lilia would coax the younger to ask a friend out - besides, didn’t Malleus already make a friend? He definitely implicated you for Malleus.

“Whoa, Malleus, you’re seriously craving ice cream THAT much?!” Your eyes pop out of your head when you witness a grand portion of ice cream from Malleus’ clutches. Amusement graces the fae’s lips, “I did tell you that I’m craving it today; besides, we can share, can we?” You can picture a large draconic tail wagging back and forth.

Vil- window shopping/ trying out new clothes

Vil always experimented with style and, as always, looked good doing it. He’d set trends, and upcycle vintage for a new, refreshing one. Such transformations would send waves upon waves of adoration from his fanbase and onlookers alike, nothing short of Vil’s prowess in impeccable style and attention to detail.

You, on the other hand, try to hold yourself back from buying too many clothes; your closet was practically bursting from your last bulk purchase of new attire. The urge to deep clean and reorganize everything was strong; yet your tendency to seek fashion was stronger. You were dying for a little window shopping trip - just to see the latest fashion trends, the prices of said attire, and the clearance racks.

Vil was more than happy to accompany you, often offering his card to just see you fluster and refuse the card, even though he personally thought the attire the both of you were peering at definitely suited your style. He genuinely loved spending time with you, walking around the mall, and browsing through clothes for a moment or two. He’d even encourage you to purchase it, showering you with compliment,s and even promises to help clean up your closet when the time was ripe.

“Oh, please, [Reader]. That top would absolutely compliment the bottoms you have!” He shows you the aforementioned attire. Your eyes light up, taking a mental picture of the top with an outfit you already had at home. “Oh my gosh, Vil. That’s perfect!” Before you can get your hopes up, you had to peer at the price tag. “Uh uh, don’t even think about the price. I’ll pay for it, [Reader]. My treat.”

Idia - insane gacha luck

The both of you were gamers through and through, spending time in Idia’s room grinding the day away to get the amount of resources required for a certain character you obtained. Sometimes, this would merit occasional check ins with Ortho to ensure the both of you were eating properly.

Whether his room would be filled with silence or the next hit from his favorite idol group, your grumblings, jubilations and musing would cause a clamor. You’d show Idia the results of your labor, showcasing the new stats for the character you were grinding on.

If you two played the same game, he’d one-up you with the same character he had but with the bigger stats, sending you into a competitive streak. No way you can let Idia beat you on YOUR game- you feel the flames of war ignite in your spirit - it’s so on.

“There is no way you can beat ME, the KING of GAMING! I’ve already ascended him, not once, twice but THREE TIMES! Oh yeah, baby, I can CRUSH you if we go 1v1!” Your jaw drops to the ground as soon as Idia's phone comes to your line of vision. You cannot believe this man before you, his build on such character dwarfing yours. Could it be whaling or just getting very lucky with the grind? “Dude, dude, I get it; you definitely whaled.” Idia gasps, a horror-stricken expression befalling his pale complexion. “LE GASP I did NOT!”

Rook - sharing your passions

Rook goes absolutely heart eyes the minute you talk about your passions, your loves and your crushes. He is all ears, watching you with nothing but love in his body language. In the case you ever falter, he’d encourage you to keep going. Holding back isn’t an option.

If there are any events related to your interests, he’d be the one accompanying you, helping you carry your things and help you with pictures for your plushies if you bring them along. He’d even invest in bringing matching merch with you, even surprising you.

In addition to you sharing your passions, he’d even share his - the both of you sharing a space together where you can express yourselves and your hobbies and passions. In the time that you ever feel flustered about saying too much, Rook is your enabler. Whether it be an impulsive purchase you’ve made for your favorite character or a must-buy from a recommendation, Rook is 100% enabling everything so you can feel happier and closer to your idol.

“Oh la la, my dear! I see you’ve brought your little plushies! How should we go about with the pictures? With the lightsticks or not?” You couldn’t seem to wipe off the silly grin on your face when your classmate pets the plushies you’ve brought along to the event. He also brings his pair of plushies, all perfectly encaged in a cute bag.

[belovedcloud]

A Ride

pairing: DBF! leon kennedy x fem! reader

✎ notes: in love with older Leon so much, especially thinking about him giving you a ride on his bike! sorry for like my 3 week hiatus, important stuff is going on in my life alongside bereavement. :) ALSO, over 1K likes on my older neighbour post thank you so much!

➤ WC: 2.8K

➤ CW: Older Leon, reader is the daughter of Leon's best friend, Leon is in his 40's, reader is early 20's. SMUT. 18+, public sex (nobody is around), pet names, fingering, squirting, mention of going dumb on Leon's cock, p in v, no protection (but he pulls out).

Coming back home for summer break was always exciting for you and your family, moving away meant you had to create new friends. So to finally be reunited with the people you loved the most was refreshing, leaving your academic life behind for a while. Per usual, coming back always meant a little celebration among your family and friends. Did you expect any less? This year would be different, you would be meeting the man you haven't seen for years. Yet it was like there was no break between you two, the comfortable feeling around you both never dissipated.

"Oh honey I'm so glad you got back safe!" Your mother exclaimed, taking the bags from your hands as you arrived back home. Alas, you could relax. Be yourself. Walking into the familiar home, memories from the past year flooding your brain. Seeing your father giving you a goofy grin as he saw you. Pulling you into a big bear hug. Chatting was amongst you three, asking how your studies were - if you were overworking yourself and what not. "I've got the grill on, we're making your favourite." A chuckle erupted from your father's mouth until the doorbell rang. "Oh! People are arriving sweetheart. Go on, go upstairs and get yourself sorted out." A small grin appeared on your mother's face. Obliging to what she said, you jogged up the stairs. That same smell that lingered around the house as you walked into your childhood bedroom. Throwing your bags on the bed, you changed into something more suitable for this occasion.

Going downstairs was chaos. Greeting friends and distant family members, alongside your parent's friends was tiresome. Your social battery was draining out quick - yet you hadn't seen the man you wanted to see. The man you wanted to be here. Laughter echoed throughout the house, clinks of drinks and bubbly talks followed you. You were completely zoned out as your eyes stared out the window - a person you knew appeared. It was him. The 3 knocks on the door dragged you out of your thoughts as your body rushed to the front. Opening the door he stood in front of you, Leon was here. "Hey sweetheart." A lowly chuckle came out of his throat as he opened his arms to you. Without hesitation, you engulfed him into a hug. "Leon! I missed you." Quiet giggles exchanged the both of you as you led him inside. "Where's your dad hm?" His eyes searched around the house, your finger pointing towards your father. "Got a surprise for you." His hand squeezed your arm before he left you - your warmth leaving at the same time as you saw the way his lips move as he spoke to your father.

"So.. is that a yes?" Leon was trying to persuade your dad... With what? Reluctantly, a faint nod came from your father. "Keep her safe you hear?" Seemed like your father was a bit tipsy - he knew Leon would keep you safe. "Don't be stupid." Leon laughed as he walked away from the conversation, smiling at your confused face from your eavesdropping. "Listening in?" His elbow nudged your arm, earning a scoff from you. The playful roll of your eyes made him feel warm, God you were a beautiful woman. The smile that laid on your face or those gorgeous eyes that stared back into his. Was it wrong of him to want you? To want you in indescribable ways. From cute little dates to obscenely lewd thoughts of you with him. The crispiness in your voice snapped him out of his trance as you responded "No... Well, what the hell were you talking about?" Skepticism flooded all over you as your eyes met with Leon's. "Come outside 'nd I'll show you." He took your hand into his, leading you both outside of the front yard. You tried to think of the possible ideas he had, but none came into your head until you saw the vehicle in front of you.

"No fucking way... Your motorcycle?" A gasp elicited out your throat as your head shot at his, pleading for his confirmation. "Yup, wanna go on a ride? Just like how you've always wanted to." A smirk plastered Leon's face as he passed you a helmet, the cold metal conflicting the soft padding in the inside. "How come I gotta wear a helmet?" You groaned seeing Leon get on the bike without one on. You couldn't deny it, he was incredibly attractive. Ever since you were young you saw him in that way. The way his hair flowed when he reared his bike, his concentrated face as he rode out. Everything about him was handsome, his silky voice sending shivers down your spine. "Well, I don't want you getting hurt princess. Was hard enough to persuade your dad y'know?" He chuckled as he extended his arm out to you, signaling to you to get on. "Yeah as if, he was tipsy you liar." A muffled laugh came out of you as the helmet covered you. Gripping on the back of the seat, your hands slowly slid around Leon's waist. An almost silent purr leaving his throat, the tips of your fingers slightly digging into him felt good. "Hold on tight f'me." He commanded as he started it up - suddenly the wheels took off. Screams and giggles rushed out your throat as your eyes tried to stay in line with the surroundings passing by you so quickly.

The dimly lit skies shrouded over the both of you as Leon's chuckles came out of his mouth hearing you giggle, riding into the sunset was a beautiful experience. The clouds creating an ombre effect, illuminating the both of you as the motorcycle passed through dirt roads. Wheels of the motorbike started to die down in speed as Leon swerved into a small secluded area, the red leaves flying past your faces as the bike was mounted on top of the small hill. Leon turned to you, a caring expression on his face. "You okay sweetheart?" Your hands slowly unlatched off him as you wobbled off the motorbike, meekly nodding as you replayed that experience in your head. "Y-Yeah, that was crazy.." You breathed out, seeing Leon get off the motorbike too. His hands slowly approached the helmet on your head, taking it off. His gaze roamed your face, the deep blue eyes boring into yours, a soft smile appearing his lips. "I know you don't really like the crowded house, so I thought to take you out here instead. Pretty night as well." Leon noted as the helmet was discarded somewhere around the bike, his arm wrapped around your shoulder. "Yeah... It's really pretty tonight." A mumble left your throat as your body melted to his touch. A low chuckle left Leon as he guided you to the sequoia tree. The grainy surface of the oak pressed against your back, sitting down on the meadow of grass and daisies beneath you.

A soft sigh abandoned your throat, the scenery in front of you absolutely mesmerizing. A chill ran down your spine as you felt Leon's eyes peering at you. Turning your head, you see him stare at you, his eyes slowly grazing over the whole of you as a soft smile spread across his lips. "You've grown to be a beautiful young woman y'know." The crispiness of his voice contradicted the mellow look he gave you. Your face felt hot, the breeze could not cool it down as you shyly looked down into your lap. Leon's voice was as smooth as honey, your face didn't go unnoticed as he gave a breathy chuckle to your timid expression. "Don't get shy, you know you're attractive." His calloused fingers gently touched her face. Fuck. Those blue eyes looked into yours and your lips parted ever so slightly. Your voice only a mere whisper as you spoke back to him. "I... Why do I feel like this?" You knew why. Deep down in your heart you longed for him. Crave was the better word for your feelings towards Leon. However, him being your dad's best friend really wasn't the best circumstance at this point. The moral thoughts weighed out in your head as you mindlessly stared at him back - it was wrong but it felt so right. Just to feel him embrace and kiss you was all you wanted. Right? Oh, how he wanted you so much more. His hand cupped your cheek as he softly pressed a kiss to your forehead. No. You didn't want the kiss there.

"What's wrong? What do you mean love?" Leon asked as his hand rubbed your shoulder. Gentle strokes of his fingers trying to ease your body. It did the complete opposite. "You make me feel so warm, 'nd.. I dunno?" You sighed out, trying to change the subject. It was embarrassing how he got you in a state of longing. Longing for him and only him. Leon wasn't stupid, he knew what you needed and God so help him he knew he needed it too. "Let me help you feel better sweetheart, I can't have my favourite girl so clueless..." His lips encapsulated yours, a soft mewl elicited out your throat as you kissed him back. You felt so good against him, a groan left his lips as the kiss became more passionate.

Only minutes later were you straddled on him, his lips pressing quick kisses down your neck as Leon's hands wandered all over your body. Mellow mewls leaving both of your throats as you touched each other. You knew this was wrong, it was so wrong. Leon, your dad's best friend, touching you and caressing you in so many ways in one was inexcusable. It felt so right. It felt right to melt into the palms of his hands as his lips slowly pressed against your neck. Leaving small wet kisses, the cold air breezing onto your skin - leaving you to shiver on top of him. "So perfect, so fucking perfect sweetheart." Leon moaned out underneath you, his fingers slowly tugging on the waistband of your pants. "I wanna take these off you, that okay with you?" He purred in your ear, the silkiness of his voice travelling throughout your body. That dull ache you felt within you needing to be satiated answered for you, your head nodding frantically giving Leon all the permission he needs to satisfy you. The swiftness of his fingers as he skillfully pulled down your pants, showing your pretty lace panties. You couldn't help but cover your face with one of your hands, scared of what he was going to say. "Did you wear these for me?" He questioned with a sly smirk on his face. Fuck, he knew how to rile you up inside - your head meekly nodded up and down as you panted a soft "yes". A chuckle could be heard from Leon as he mumbled about you being cute before laying you on the ground. The blades of grass tickling your bare legs.

Leon didn't know how to feel about the situation at hand. How he longed for you was soon to be satiated but was this morally right? However, his body outweighed his mind as he subconsciously slide your panties to the side. Seeing your slick puffy lips shine in front of him granted you a groan from his mouth. The pad of his finger steadily ran up the slit, a breathy moan fleeing your mouth. An ethereal feeling shock-waving through you. Your wetness pulled him in as his fingers shakily pumped in and out of your pussy. You were so pretty for him, the most enchanting woman he had ever saw. How your face scrunched up in pleasure as his eyes flickered from your face to your cunt being pistoned by his two fingers. Velvety moans chanting out of you as you moaned out his name, craving more of him. Leon felt his heart thump heavily in his chest as he held your body, giving you an overwhelming sense of belonging. You belonged to him, your pussy was his.

"L-Leon.." A quiet mewl scratched out of your throat as you felt yourself get close. It was obvious to Leon as well - he felt your walls tighten around his fingers. His thumb snaked up to your bud, a rubbing sensation startled your body into otherworldly pleasure. Your voice echoing throughout his head as you moaned loudly, gushing all over his fingers. As you rode your orgasm out, Leon's eyes stared at your pretty state. You were all disheveled because of him.

He couldn't handle it anymore, he needed you.

Leon needed to make you feel good around his cock. The leathery feel of his belt slowly disappeared as he unbuckled it, removing his jeans alongside it. He took off his jacket, sliding it underneath you. Your mind still felt fuzzy from your previous orgasm but that misty feeling soon left as you felt his tip slowly push into you. A gasp escaping Leon's throat as his fingers pushed into the plushness of your hips. "Fuck.. Sweetheart, you feel so good." He groaned lowly, his voice thick with desire. His gaze raked over your body again, admiring your beauty once more. Taking in your beautiful curves, he thrusted further in. "Oh.. Leon." Was all you could scramble out your lips as he started to move his hips. The view of you was a picture perfect scene to him, making his heart race. Feeling his gaze upon you, your hands covered your face. The embarrassment flooding through your body was soon torn apart as his soft voice whispered in your ear. "Show me that pretty face of yours, please..." He was begging you. Leon yearned to see your features, it was the main reason the position you both in was missionary. Unable to decline him, your hands slowly unraveled from your face. A low groan pierced out of Leon as he looked at you, his thrusts becoming deeper.

"Fuck, I love you. I love you so much." He moaned out as his fingers felt for your clit, rubbing it once more to make you scream. Your head rustled in the meadow of grass, the same pleasure flowing through your body. "I.." You couldn't finish off your sentence as the urge to cum became too strong. The tension in Leon's body slowly dissipated as his hips became melodic with his movement. His gentle embrace on you immediately washed away any guilt that riddled his mind. His voice carried a sultry edge as he stuttered out "Going dumb on my cock sweetheart?". He wasn't wrong, he never was. Your body completely relaxed from his gentle touches which conflicted the deep pounding he was giving you. Whimpers and moans wailed out your throat - oh how he was making you feel so good was mind-blowing. "That's it love, moan for me nice and pretty." He mumbled, his voice deep and seductive, looking at you with ravenous eyes. You felt your orgasm build up again, your voice sputtering out to try and tell Leon. This orgasm felt different, it felt overwhelming. Something that you couldn't hold back at all. He felt you tighten around him so suddenly, pulling him in as you mumbled incoherent phrases. "Leon" "I can't" "Fuck" was all he could decipher as he felt something different. You soaked the base of his cock and the surrounding area around it. It gushed out of you so quick you didn't know what happened. All you knew was that it felt so good, that the way Leon's dick was hitting that spot was increasing in pleasure. Your eyes rolling back as you continued to squirt as Leon sunk into you again. His eyes widened feeling your wetness splat on his skin.

"Did you just? Fuck you're amazing.." He groaned out, pistoning his dick into you as he chased for his own release. The sounds of both of your bodies making clapping noises as he felt his cock throb inside of you. You gasped, feeling the fast pace thrusts as your hands grabbed onto his jacket underneath you. Leon couldn't take it anymore, the contentment coursing through his veins as he pulled out quickly. His cum splattered onto your panties, his head thrown back from the sexual gratification you gave him. Your thighs shaking in return since you lost the feeling of him inside of you.

After a series of soft panting later, you finally mumbled out to him. "I love you too." Leon raised an eyebrow as he buckled his belt, looking back up at you. "You said it, well you said you loved me when you were fucking me." A hushed voice escaped you. Leon's confusion slowly turned into a soft expression as he kissed your forehead. "I do love you." A giggle left your lips as you pressed a kiss to his cheek, his stumble pricking at you. "So.. what now?" A question that was destined to be answered. "We'll figure that out." He chuckled out. All he knew was that you both loved each other, sexually and romantically.

"Let's get back home, yeah?"

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A Changed Future (1): Yandere Isekai 

When you woke after an especially tiresome day the last thing you’d expect was to reawake in a room that looked nothing like your own

The house, the neighborhood, your job everything was not your own

Instead, it’s resembling a webtoon you remember seeing the marketing, edits, and spoilers for

And if it was all adding up right you’d find the horrifying truth behind the controversial protagonist of the story would be incredibly true

“Look I’m sorry I yelled…I love you…I’m really hungry. Can I eat today?”

The beautiful and practically perfect protagonist was the one who trapped their love interest inside their–now your basement

Chained to the floor on a chair in the dark with unfinished surroundings was the poor victim of the yandere protagonist

Haruko, is an average guy who previously caught the protagonist’s attention by standing up to one an influential pair of elitists in defense of their crush but that’s hearsay

In the former protagonist's atmosphere the children of the rich were victims to their family’s whims often protecting their wealth rather than their children

Which caused Haruko to defend his friend from their overbearing parents

That is when the protagonist suddenly fell deeply in love with the average fellow 

Obsessively stalking him and eliminating their rivals by any means necessary

finally snatching their love and running to a small little home where they planned to have their dreamy life 

Of course, after breaking his spirit and having Haruko develop some kind of stockholm syndrome

To find that you’ve been isekai’d is jarring 

But being a protagonist that had the internet raving for years about how unhealthy they were is awful

But it was nothing when you were standing at the top of the stairs and watching the malnourished man call out to you

“Yeah….sure.”

Naturally you calm down, enough to make the poor guy something to eat and drink

Excusing yourself to have a breakdown in the bathroom before coming up with a plan to fix it all

“Y-you’re letting me go?”

“Yes, I won’t stop if you want to go to the police…but I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t.”

You felt so selfish 

But you weren’t the one who imprisoned him

Now that you were though you were going to turn a new leaf

After feeding him, clothing him, and giving him a hefty sum from the protagonists savings 

You go to their place of work where they’re in line for a promotion

“I quit.”

“E-excuse me (L/n)?! But your about to become the vice president of the company!?”

“I know. Sorry?”

You almost feel bad turning down the CEO who visits to try and reason with you

In your opinion, the protagonist didn’t deserve any of their success

They technically didn’t need it because they were stacked

Same could be said for the detective thats been constantly asking the protagonist questions

“You are actually agreeing to talk with me?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you hit your head?!”

With the knowledge from spoilers and ads you’d seen, you knew that the worst part of this story is that the protagonist is doing just fine while Haruka continues to struggle with his captivity and manufactured feelings

You want to do this right, whether you were meant to live in this world from now on or would one day return to your own

But in the meantime you’d do what you felt was right 

Turning their life—now your life around to somehow try to condone for all the crimes they’ve done

Unfortunately, though things don’t seem to want to go your way

“Please Please take me back!” 

“What?”

“You heard me! You were right you’re the only one who loves me! I love you! Please! Please! Take me back in your basement!”

“Okay?”

It seems that once you released the poor guy he returned to society

Expecting to be welcomed by his friends and family upon being missing for years

Who instead had moved on or had benefitted from him being declared dead

He tried to go back to working but he couldn’t get you out of his head

Not the one that ranted about adoring him and the one that would go days without feeding him

But the one that cried when you saw his skin bruising in his chains

The one that fed him a hot meal 

The one that helped him relearn to use his weakened legs

The one that keeps apologizing for every little thing you do

That’s the you, he likes

And he’d much prefer he turn back to being a victim trapped in your basement if it meant having you back in his life

“I don’t mind if you stay here if you need but I’m not keeping you trapped here. I won’t do it anymore.”

He cries and bangs his hands on the floor when you officially tell him

But he’ll take you up on your offer to move in with you

“Good morning (Y/n)! Since you quit your job you’re getting up so much later now. You’ve got to be careful waking too late.”

“Uhm how do you know I quit my job?”

“Unless you're locking me in the basement you don’t need to know!~”

He’s like a weird roommate who occasionally asks that you restrain him in some way

Purposefully rummaging in your storage to find ropes that you haven’t thrown away yet or buying them himself and leaving them out

“Ooops~! I did leave a chain out while cleaning! I’m so bad, being so careless even though you’ve been so against it. I should be punished! I know, you should tie me up! Right? Right? Right?”

He’s going insane everytime you refuse his demands to be locked away

You’re even sweeter now that he’s not locked away and that’s not helping

He’ll ultimately decide he should try it

“Hey (Y/n)?”

“Yes?”

“You still feel guilty about what you did to me right?”

“...Yes.”

“Then how about you do something for me? To make up for it?”

Even if you know you’ve done nothing wrong 

The guilt doesn’t stop you

Letting him lock you in the basement as he repeats some of the same punishments he remembers

Or rather tries to

“I just can’t seem to stand being away from you for a day, let alone not feed you then. I have no idea how you did it.”

You couldn’t be sure either

Which is why you don’t protest as his actions tend to get a bit more…wild

“Like you suggested I did try going for that new job again.”

“Uh that’s good.”

“I know since you’ve left they seem to be desperately searching for extra hands. I’d feel bad for them if you weren’t with me!”

“Right…”

“But being away from you all day is killing me! Maybe I should look for a more remote position.”

He treats you better than the former protagonist did 

Quickly moving you up to your old room and just chaining you there

But he wants more from you 

More Kisses

More Cuddles 

More Romance 

More Touching

More Quality time

He takes up so much of it, that the same problems that happened in the webtoon were happening again

Except this time it was related to you

“I’m Revmere the CEO of the Revere Co. I’m wondering is (Y/n) home? I’ve been trying to reach them by phone but it hasn’t been going through.”

“And I’m Detective Cape. Thomas Cape, I also need to speak with (Y/n) and you too if that’s alright Haruko.”

Part 2: Here

[manmuncher777]

Guess who’s back after a 2 month long disappearance (I do that a lot, sorry)

BOSS!Nanami x Secretary!reader drabble

18+ smut xoxo

Boss!Nanami who isn’t sure how much longer he can keep his resolve with you. His perfect little secretary. All you did was make his life that much easier, and you did it all with a smile on your face. He was a professional, he was a grown man and he had to stop behaving like a hormonal teenager. But still, when you would walk up to him with that tight little skirt that hugged your ass in a way that made his breathing hitch - he wasn’t so sure of himself

“Here’s that report you needed sir, I also went a bit further ahead with my notes so you’re all caught up for your meeting” you hold the papers up to the burly man, who stands a head higher than you. cheeks all rosy as you gave him that grin. Crisp while blouse buttoned up just enough to be approximate, but not enough to stop Nanami catching a glance of the lace bra you were wearing from his view above you. His face flushed as he took the papers from you

“thank you y/n, you’re a life saver” he managed out after snapping himself out of his daze, what he really wanted to do was bend you over his desk and show you how greatful he was for alll your hard work, all those times you stayed on with him after work so he could finish quicker,all the extra work you do to make his life easier, the way you remember his lunch order and g and get it for him when he forgets.

Boss!Nanami who goes home thinking of you, the way your sweet perfume filled his nose as you passed, the bounce of your tits with every step you took - the way you looked In that goddamn skirt- but he was a professional; he was your boss. He would never act on his feeling for your - despite the way you giggled and blushed like a school girl the moment a bit of praise came from his mouth

“Brilliant work y/n” he would smile at you - your face heating up, cheeks blushing baby pink. It sounded so sensual coming from his, despite the neutral statement

Boss!Nanami who would undress after a long day and hop in the shower for some relief. that relief being jacking off to you in his head, how you would look splayed on your back over his desk as he ruined you, pulling endless orgasms out of your begging cunt. imagining how you would look in that skirt, bunched up at your thighs as you perched under his desk with his throbbing cock in your mouth, precum dribbling down your chin as you worked him. How it would feel to sink into that cunt of yours after a long tiresome day.

and as soon as that shower was over he would try and wash those thoughts of you away - it rarely worked - as he was a professional

Boss!Nanami who walks in to the christmas work party not really wanting to be there, he had one too many glasses of champagne trying to pass the time and the whole thing was starting to drag - who the hell throws an office party in the actual office?

Until he spotted you. Hair done beautifully, framing your features in a way that somehow made you look more beautiful. that dress you were wearing showing off your tits in a way Nanami had never seen - he did his best to not stare. and the way it hugged your curves had Nanami loosening his tie, trying to manage his breathing.

He wasn’t doing a bad job at maintaining his composure, that was until you made your way over to him, hips swaying, pink cheeks due to the alcohol you’d had already. Your plump glossed lips asking if he was okay, if he was having a nice time. He did his best to maintain the small talk, to keep control. But when that waft of perfume hit his nose - Nanami decided he was a bit fed up of staying professional all the time

Boss!Nanami who had go you to his office, making an excuse about wanting you to read a report. there was no report.

Boss!Nanami who’s lips were on yours the second the door closed behind him. The little whimpers driving him crazy as they left your perfect lips.

Boss!Nanami who really lost it when he heard you whine “Sir please”. He cleared his desk, sitting you on top of it as he stood between your luscious thighs, hands roaming all over your body, he just had to feel you, had to smell you, had to kiss you all over.

Carelessly marking your neck, sucking and biting wherever he could, he’d give you his suit jacket later so you could cover yourself

Boss!Nanami who was on his knees in front of you, eating and sucking at your cunt like a man starved. His tongue savouring the taste of your juices as he sloppily ate your cunt. His huge hands keeping your hips in place as they tried to grind against his face. He was loosing himself in the state of you, his dress shirt half unbuttoned, his tie hanging loosely around his neck. The hair he had previously slicked back now falling sexily into his face as his tongue worked you over and over. Your whines of his name giving him motivation to keep going, not stopping until your legs were shaking from how many times he made you cum

“You’re doing so well for me sweetheart” “always such a good girl for me, the best girl.” “more? darling i’ll give you whatever you need, just ask” “you see how crazy you make me? you’re just to good to me” “come one sweetheart let me repay all of your hard work”

Boss!Nanami who has you bouncing on his cock, sat in his office chair as he watched your delicious tits move in front of his face. he couldn’t wait any longer, dragging your hand away when you went to return the favour of him eating you out “nuh uh darling, my turn to be good to you”

The moment he sunk into your tight little hole, Nanami went feral. Thrust up into you at a brutal pace, his cock bullying your gummy walls until you were gushing all over him. You’re wetness stripping onto his thighs as he pistoned into you. Nanami had never felt this pent up before. Hearing you gasps and moans had him pussywhipped. His hands gripped yout hips with brushing force as he stared at you, watching every little expression of your face

Boss!Nanami who had you creaming on his cock within minutes before he pumped his cum deep inside you hips stuttering and legs faultering as he came with a groan, finishing deep inside you

Boss!Nanami who helped you clean yourself up, kissing your skin as you dressed yourself, helped you fix your hair and gave you his suit jacket In order to hide the marks he had left - he would rather you show them off to the whole office when you both returned to the party, you face pink and legs wobbly. His cum leaking from you. But after all - he had to remain professional

[sakasakiii]

when i first designed erestor 3 years back i wasnt totally aware of his potential half-elf status, and since then ive come across some more fanon interpretations of him being haleth and caranthir's kid which i really liked!!!! so ive decided to rework him a little by combining my original lore for him into this concept 👉👈 i ended up getting carried away on whole different tangent with his backstory which ive summarised down below HAHA

tldr to expand on some key points under the cut:

born in F.A. 371 to haleth and caranthir; his parents' romance is short but passionate, and while many of the haladin are initially unsure about the nature of this union, they dont oppose it. for 4 years they live an unconventional but happy life together

haleth leaves thargelion in F.A. 375 and raises erestor with her people once they resettle. he's too young to remember much about caranthir. throughout his childhood she never tells him who his father is, but he also never really feels the need to ask.

he's captured in F.A. 460 (40 years after his mother's death) and escapes in F.A. 510. two years later, he finally finds refuge in Amon Ereb-- six years after the deaths of caranthir, celegorm and curufin in the 2nd kinslaying.

is tasked by maedhros to assist maglor with elrond and elros' education after they're taken in following the 3rd kinslaying in F.A. 538. he becomes a weird mix of a nanny/older brother/teacher figure to them, and a strange but sweet bond forms between them.

entrusted to protect elrond and elros following the break out of the war of wrath. he leads them to the Host of the Valar, where the twins are given the choice of the half-elven; to his surprise, he's afforded this choice as well, and decides to remain elven out of compassion for elrond after elros chooses mortality.

remains by elrond's side to watch over him for most of the 2nd age. during this time he resides in lindon as a healer, translator and archivist; later joins elrond in imladris, and partakes in the war of the last alliance as a combat medic.

in the 3rd age, is beset with sea-longing after what he regards to be a long and tiresome existence; he's also filled with guilt for being unable to help elrond heal celebrian’s psychological wounds, and contemplates following her back to Valinor. ultimately decides to stay back a bit longer, however, and lingers until after sauron’s defeat when the rest of the elves finally depart for the West. 

that's just a very condensed version but one day i hope to explore in some 4th age stuff where he finds out who his dad is...?! or will he?!?! who knows lol

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

Astarion Jealousy Part 2

The graphic extension to this but a lil less serious and definitely not sfw.

CW: Jealous spawn astarion who is still a sweetheart, but the drow twins get under his skin. graphic sex scenes, oral, relatively tame honestly. The sex part will be under the cut btw which is m/f. Also vampire man drinks blood. mentionable incorrect language for sex workers

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It was odd, being home in Baldur’s Gate without the threat of Cazador always looming. Odd, but equally as wonderful. It had been so thoughtful, if not a little idiotic for Cazador to end up being your first stop in the city. The fight itself had been a blur, a barrage of intense emotions and bloody violence. Astarion had come so close to losing himself back there, losing everything that made him better than the man who almost ruined him. But then… you stopped him. You saw something more in him, a chance for a better life. A more meaningful life, away from the shackles of vampiric power obsessions. 

He was officially free. Now he could exist without any fear of his disgusting master’s retribution. He could just… be. Well… not including his darling’s own myriad of enemies that seemed to follow them about everywhere. And there was still the matter of defeating the elder brain, and lord knows if any of you made it through that alive. But at least his personal demons were slain and out of the picture.

Every little step counted after all. Perhaps some of your delusional hopefulness had finally started to rub off on him, but Astarion was actually starting to look forward to his future. Your future, together. All he had to do was get through a few more perilous adventures and then he’d really have you all to himself. 

All that said, Astarion could really go without the frequent visits to the local brothel. Was it the best place in the city for gathering information? Yes. It seemed that every walk of life in Baldur’s Gate found their way into Shar’s Caress and if you were going to find alternative passage to the underworld, this would be the best place to find it. But that didn’t mean he had to like it. For one there were the unwelcome advances to his own person, the concept of grace and personal space apparently left at the door. He was so very close to breaking the hand of the next person who thought it was appropriate to grab his ass. And if they could afford to get kicked out he would have by now. Your verbal, angry tirades in his defense could only scare off so many. 

But as terrible as his own discomfort was, it was nothing in the face of how often you were being fawned over. What was it about you that seemed to drive everyone mad? Yes you were objectively attractive, but this was frankly getting out of hand. First there was the green skinned druid doing something sensual to your mind, then there were the general stares and whispers as you walked by, and now a pair of gorgeous drow twins trying and failing to proposition you. 

It was getting tiresome. There were only so many times a man could take his lover being offered “free” services before he snapped. 

On one hand, he could respect the dedication they had to the craft. He could be considered something of a hired whore himself in his time, the old, “the first one’s free” was a tried and true trick. And he also knew, vaguely, that no one was actually trying to steal you from him. But on the other, he couldn’t help the fact that he wanted to claw their eyes out for looking at you so brazenly.

He hadn’t expected the eyes of the woman to wander over to him, like she was just noticing the possessive arm he had wrapped around your waist, “Is that your partner with you? How would you both feel about having a little fun?”

Absolutely fucking not. Maybe the old Astarion would have smiled and nodded, ready to do whatever was asked of him. But the man from that wretched era had died, or at the very least was dying. And he would be damned if he let you lay with another, never less participate in it. 

Astarion interrupted your overly-polite attempts stuttering of a refusal. He glared at them both, a sneer painted on his face, “We’ll be passing on that. You’d think the first no would have sufficed, but I suppose it’s not fair to expect everyone to have basic language comprehension. Now as illuminating as this conversation has been, we have places to be. Excuse us.”

Then he was pulling you away, happy to ignore the offended huffs of indignation he had left in his wake. 

“We’re supposed to be investigating, remember?” You said with a giggle, not even questioning him as he dragged you to the second floor, “Being rude is not the way we’ll find travel to the hells.”

“I highly doubt they would have been of use,” Astarion said as he pushed you into the first empty room he could find. He felt off, maybe even a little crazed as he turned to you, “Tell me darling, what is it about you that makes you so irresistible, hm?���

He crowded you against the closed door, ducking his head into the crook of your neck to breath you in. You smelled heavenly, you always did. He could trace the barest whiff of your blood from beneath your skin, always calling to him. You were the sweetest thing he ever tasted. Delicious even, for more reasons than one. 

“T-They just wanted my coin,” You gasped when he started to suck bruises into your skin, “That’s all.”

“I think they wanted a bit more than that,” Astarion bit out as he shoved his thigh between your legs, “What will it take for others to realize you’re mine.”

His hands were wandering, resting low to grip your hips. He was using them to move you, forcing you to grind against his thigh. You grasped at his shoulders, trying to bite back a moan as you stared at him with wide eyes, “You want to do it here? Does that door even lock?”

It looked like it didn’t, not that Astarion cared. Maybe walking in on him ravishing you would finally start getting the point across of who you belonged to. Astarion shrugged, "There are less appropriate venues than literal whore houses."

“But-”

“But I can tell you want it,” Astarion interrupted with a smirk, his hands barely working to move your body anymore. But that wasn’t stopping you from rubbing yourself all over him, “Just look at you darling. Desperate little thing. But if you really don’t want to…”

Astarion made a lazy attempt to step back, laughing out loud when your desperately pulled him back, your desire finally winning out over your common sense. But you were glaring at him, obviously annoyed that he was so good at riling you up. He had seen that look before, the one that just screamed that you were scheming something. 

He just hadn’t expected you to drop to your knees in front of him, huffing as you started to undo the fastenings to his pants, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a bit of a shit?”

“Maybe,” Astarion said with a strained laugh, his breath catching when you pulled his half-hard cock out, “But it seems to keep getting me the things I want.”

You rolled your eyes before licking a wide strip up his cock, like you weren’t directly proving his point. You looked amazing own there, you’re half-hearted glare morphing into a blissful haze. 

Gods, how were you real? Astarion wasn’t quite sure why you were such a fan of getting him down your throat, but he knew that he was a lucky bastard for it. 

“Sweet girl,” Astarion sighed, letting a hand drift down to tangle in your hair, “Sweet girl with a perfect mouth. And you’re all mine, aren’t you?”

You made a small, affirmative noise around his cock, taking him in deeper as you clutched at his thighs. You were so good at this, so well-trained after months of being together. He loved the soft, wet sounds that would escape your lips as you swallowed him down, the pretty way your eyes would water as you encouraged him to fuck your throat, how you would squirm in place on your knees, no doubt ruining your panties with how wet you were getting. 

And no one else would ever know. No one would get to see you like this again, feel you like this. Needy, desperate, and his. Oddly enough, that thought was what sent him over the edge. He came down your throat, groaning as you eagerly swallowed around him. 

You pulled off of him slowly, panting while you smiled up at him. There was the smallest string of spit mixed with his come, connecting from the head of his cock to your lips. You licked it up, still clinging to his thighs as you hazily stared up at him. Sweet enough to make his heart skip a beat, and his dick give a valiant twitch.

He pulled you to your feet, not wasting any time in smashing your lips together. He spun you around, pushing you towards what he prayed was a clean bed. 

He pushed you back onto the sheets, making quick work of tearing your pants down your legs as he grinned down at you, “Your turn.”

He kneeled in front of you; spreading his hands over your splayed thighs to peel off your underwear. The core of you was already glistening, slick enough to make Astarion’s mouth water. He licked his lips as he spread your legs further apart, shameless as he feasted on you with his eyes. 

You were shaking in his hold, biting your bottom lip when you whined, “Stop staring already…”

“But you’re so pretty here my sweet,” Astarion cooed, tracing a single finger over the seam of your cunt, “And you’re dripping. Poor thing, have I kept you waiting too long?”

You nodded excitedly above him, your hips bucking when he let his fingers dip in further between your pussy lips. He lightly traced your clit, softly laughing at the way the simple touch made you whine.

It was his own fault that you were so needy, a fact that brought a smirk to his lips. You always got so wet after you had him down your throat, soaked and gorgeous. 

Astarion dove right in, loudly moaning as he licked into your folds. He dragged his lips upward to suckle on your clit, basking in all the cries and whimpers escaping you.

He licked back down, teasing your hole with his tongue as your legs quivered around his head. He let the sharpness of his fangs scrape against you as he started to fuck you with his tongue, threatening your most intimate places.

He knew you liked that; little minx that you were. The slight risk of pain that was always looming. It made him want to sink his fangs in you for real, a hunger that he'd sate after he had you gushing into his mouth.

You were already close, he could tell from the way your cunt was tightening around his tongue; too worked up from the thrill of being in public and the taste of him still lingering on your tongue. Astarion trailed talented fingers up to rub against your clit, his tongue still curling inside of you as you cried out. Finally falling over the edge. But that wasn't stopping him from continuing to play with you.

You had to tug on Astarion’s hair for him to finally pull away, too over sensitive to handle his talented tongue. You were still trembling by the time he leaned back, licking his lips. He rested his head on your thigh, obviously pleased with himself as he grinned up at you. He could feel your heart racing against his cheek, the sound of your blood pumping singing through your veins. It had his mouth watering for a completely different reason. 

He let his fangs drag against the delicate skin of your inner thigh, looking up at you through his lashes, "Can I?"

A superfluous question. Not when he already knew the answer before it escaped your lips.

“Y-yeah," You mumbled, lovingly gazing down at him. He would never tire of seeing that look on your face, "But be gentle? Please?” 

"Of course my love," Astarion murmured, before promptly sinking his fangs into your flesh. He had to hold you down from the way you were still trembling, your quivering only getting worse at the pleasure mixed with pain. He didn’t let himself go rabid, just enough to get a taste. He was pulling back too soon, smiling to himself at the little whine you let out. He gently licked over the wound before standing, not yet swallowing the last drops on his tongue.

Instead he leaned forward to kiss you, more than happy to share the sweet taste of your blood as he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

“Thank you my dear,” Astarion sighed as he pulled away, “That was exactly what I needed. Now I think that’s enough investigating for one day.” 

You sighed, taking the time to card your fingers through his hair, “Agreed. Though you might have to carry me out of here now.”

Wasn’t that a wonderful idea?

Astarion hummed as he pulled your clothing back on, “I think I like the sound of that," He didn't give you time to respond, too busy sweeping you up in his arms with a grin, "I'll be taking you up on that."

You squeaked when he hefted you up, bridal style, “I wasn’t being serious!”

But it was too late, Astarion was already kicking the door open. He shrugged at you, completely shameless as he winked at a few onlookers, "Then you shouldn't have suggested it."

You groaned, hiding your face in his shirt as he happily took you outside, “I’m going to get you back for this. I hope you know that.”

Astarion laughed as he kissed the top of your head, “I’m sure you will.”

It was a childish stunt, borderline on par with a jealous tantrum, but gods, did it feel good. Good enough to sate Astarion's obsessive tendencies for an impressive amount of time. Under normal circumstances. 

But what about your lives were normal?

[sillyuin]

Sweetest thing

Genre: very domestic fluff.

Pairing: non idol-Wonwoo x gn-reader.

Warnings: none.

Computer maintenance was as necessary as it was annoying. One of the things you hated the most was having a bunch of tools and electronic components scattered all over your desk, but you also knew that if you didn’t do it periodically, you’d regret it over time. And that day had finally come.

However, you were missing a few tools that didn’t seem to be anywhere, and you were starting to get frustrated about it. You let out an annoyed huff as your hands run through your hair, when a familiar face appeared in the room.

“How are you doing? Is everything okay?” Wonwoo asked, slowly opening the door and poking his head in.

“Fine, I guess,” you answered automatically, your thoughts elsewhere. “I can’t find the case with the small screwdrivers.”

“Want me to help you look for them?” Wonwoo kindly offered his help. You sighed and shook your head to decline.

“I’ll find them eventually, I don’t want to bother you with this.” Wonwoo smiled faintly and approaching your desk, he placed a cup near the edge, away from the electronics.

“It’s still hot,” he said. “Be careful not to burn yourself with the tea.”

You nodded absentmindedly as Wonwoo silently closed the door. You sat down at the desk, sinking into the cushioned chair, looking at the partially disassembled laptop while your mind wandered. If you kept going like this you’d waste more time, so you gathered all the pieces to reassemble it and start with another task.

The loading screen began to appear when you grabbed the cup Wonwoo had left for you, filled especially in your favorite mug and releasing a soothing aroma. Working while drinking your favorite tea made this tiresome job a lot easier. After a while, someone knocked gently on the door, and Wonwoo peeked in again to check on you.

“I had to start with the software first,” you explained, stretching your arms above your head. You’d been sitting for quite some time and felt a bit stiff. “I’ll have time to figure out how to disassemble it later—or at least, I hope so.”

“You can do it, I trust you,” he said, offering you some encouragement. “So, tell me, how much time do you need? It's almost dinner time. Would you like to order something?”

“Half an hour, up to one hour, maybe?” You rested lazily on the chair but your eyes were way too focused on the screen. “I’m craving… Whatever you want.”

“Alright, I’ll come when the order arrives. Please call me if you need anything.”

You nodded with even more laziness. You didn’t even hear the door close, even though it was right beside your desk, you were only focused on ending that torture as soon as possible and clean everything up. A few minutes later, you got up from your seat to stretch a little, this let you to take a better look at the desk and you noticed that there was a very, very familiar case.

It was the lost piece you’d been searching for, and it had appeared there almost as if by magic. Feeling reenergized, you got to work again. Some time later, you heard someone knocking on the door again.

“Dinner’s here,” Wonwoo said, opening the door slightly. “Are you free?”

You glanced up slightly over your glasses, your hands busy with the disassembled laptop, and stifled a laugh. “… Maybe not yet?”

“Sorry,” Wonwoo chuckled softly. “It’s fine, but don’t take too long, or it’ll get cold.”

After he left, you sighed, sinking into the backrest of the chair. You were working most of the afternoon, already too tired and your eyes felt heavy. The last thing you wanted was to see another screw for the rest of the week. You put the tools away, turned off the desk lamp, and walked slowly toward the kitchen where Wonwoo was silently doing the dishes.

“Oh, that was quick,” he joked when he saw you enter.

You approached him and lazily wrapped your arms around his torso, your cheek resting on his back. “I’m so hungry I can’t tell the difference between screwdrivers and fries,” you joked.

“You can head to the dining room if you want,” he said as he continued with the dishes. “I'll go with you in a moment.”

“Don’t get mad at me if I leave you without dinner,” you teased, giving a peck on his back before heading to the dining room.

Two pizza boxes rested on the table and as you served yourself, a warmth filled your chest, making you smile with giddy excitement: Wonwoo had ordered all the extras you liked the most. A few minutes later, he appeared, carrying some soda cans and napkins in his hands.

“Sorry, I forgot to bring these,” he said, and sat down right next to you, opening your can before serving himself.

You took a sip of the soda, savoring it as if it were the finest delicacy in the world, and Wonwoo tried to refrain his laughter. There wasn’t a better moment in the day than this one, where the two of you could sit down together to eat, sharing quality time and a good conversation—or a comfortable silence. It didn’t matter how. Wonwoo always found a way to make you feel special; no matter what it is, he’s always there. And that thought remained in your mind throughout the entire dinner time.

“Wonu,” you said suddenly, giving him a little nudge with your shoulder to get his attention. “Thanks for everything, you're the sweetest.”

He cupped your face with one hand as you turned to look at him. “It’s my pleasure. Now, don’t move,” he said, and taking a napkin, he gently wiped the corner of your mouth where a bit of sauce remained.

“First the tea, then the tools, my favorite food, and now this,” you raised an eyebrow. “What’s next?”

Wonwoo smiled shyly. “Do you need me to give you a back massage?”

His thumb tenderly caressed your face, and his deep gaze made your chest ache in the best way possible. You were so mesmerized by his beauty that you couldn’t speak; you could only nod several times as you felt the blush rise to your cheeks.

“Whatever my love wants,” he said, and before starting to clear the table, he left a quick kiss on your forehead. “Go take a shower first, and I’ll take care of this.”

You got up from the table, and as you stood in the doorway of the dining room, he called out your name. “Or maybe…” he shrugged and looked away before clearing his throat so you couldn’t see how flustered he was. “Do you want me to help you wash your hair?”

You approached and took him by the wrist, motioning with your head toward the bathroom. “Do you want me to help with yours too?”

[bunnyreaper]

the 141 gets a therapy dog... and a therapy dog handler

when you first bring duke to 141, he eyes simon warily due to his mask...for all of a second before he's bounding over and demanding pets from the man. when you sense simon's hesitance, duke tempers his excitement the best he can under your command, sitting patiently despite his desperate tail wagging--simon will never forget the kind, understanding look in your eyes that started then and never left. it takes a few sessions for the two to bond fully, and even then simon won't admit how fond he is of duke (or of you, even if he smiles under his mask whenever he sees you.) something about you makes simon wish he could caress you too, could have you bounding over to him desperate for his touch.

kyle is obsessed with duke the moment he lays eyes on him. the two are inseparable when they're together, with kyle always fussing over the dog, playing with him, and sneaking him treats. sometimes you think he sneaks the treats to duke just to get your attention, his eyes always glinting with mischief as the overgrown pup sniffs around him for more snacks. when duke whines, kyle pouts, their moods often intertwined--and duke picks up a bit of a naughty streak from the man too. one day, you accidentally overhear kyle admitting that he bribes duke with snacks so that duke will prefer him over the others--because if duke wants to spend more time with him, he gets to spend more time with you.

johnny is still scared of dogs after his experience on missions, and he tells you this with a bright smile on his face as he tries to mask how he really feels. you decide to send duke to the crate you have set up for him so you can talk with johnny one on one, watching as he watches the dog cautiously. you don't expect to see johnny again, and understandably so, but he comes back every time. he only comes to see you, though he excuses it as 'getting over his phobia'. over time, he'll sit next to duke's crate and let him sniff through the bars (partly because he's learning to be more comfortable, partly because he loves the way you smile at him when he does.)

john and duke have an easy relationship--it's almost like the dog can sense that john is the true authority of the place, and he always awaits on the man's commands. john prefers to spend time with duke after he's been run ragged by kyle's tug of war sessions or simon taking him for a jog, as duke will curl up at john's feet while he works (and yes he'll take his boots off just to make sure the pup isn't uncomfy or scratched by any of the metal.) it just so happens that another major perk of this is that you'll join john in his office too, curled up on the shitty little couch and keeping him company while he works on the tiresome paperwork piled high on his desk--you don't comment on how duke is good for his health, as he smokes less because of the dogs' presence.

[amphitriteswife]

Hey! Can you please write what would you do if i like someone else for gun, jake, johan and eli? Thank you ❤️

‘What would you do if i like someone else?’

Jonggun rolled his eyes at you when you asked him that question, his lips wrapped around the cigarette in his mouth, held up by his index and middle finger. He took a long drag and closed his eyes before he let the smoke leave his mouth slowly, savoring the taste and tapping the ash off the cigarette. ‘You ask stupid questions.’ Jonggun said wiping the ash off his lips. He took a seat on the couch and invited you to sit next to him, it was weird. Most of the time he just said and did what was necessary. Perhaps he felt rather nostalgic today? It was rare to see him vulnerable or sentimental. So what was he getting at? ‘Answerrrrrr’ you told him impatiently but still sitting next to him. You wanted him to answer your questions, they’re fun and interesting. He needs to be quick! ‘I frankly don’t think you will.’ ‘Will what?’ ‘Like someone else. Not ever.’ ‘Why’s that? What if i find a new babe?’ ‘Impossible.’ ‘Whyy?’ Jonggun sighed and pushed your head so that it was laying on his shoulder. He pushed the almost done cigarette onto the ashtray and placed a kiss on your lips, he tasted very ashy-like which made you cough. ‘IEUW’ you pushed him off you and breath for fresh air which made him chuckle at you lightly. ‘You told me I’m the only man you’ll ever love. And i trust your word for it.’ The answer made you stop in your tracks which made him give you another kiss instead and going back to literally another cigarette.

‘Well feelings are humane so…’ Jake said quietly, still contemplating your question. Perhaps you being sarcastic and asking a lot of questions was too much to handle for him? The question was supposed to be a joke and not that serious at all. ‘What would you do jakey?’ Jake pondered very hard, harder than he had when he was taking his exams last week, he needed a clear head to think. He thought long and hard before he answered. ‘Hmmm i would accept.’ He stated proudly. His eyes helt a certain type of twinkle in them. ‘Wrong! You’re supposed to say that i’m yours!’ ‘You are mine! And i am yours!’ ‘Then why are you accepting it if i liked someone else?’ ‘Because i love you.’ You gave him a confused look. Yeah he did love you, but that doesn’t explain what he’s saying?? Jake noticed your confused expression and smiled. ‘I love you, so even if you loved someone else. At the end of the day I want you to be happy.’ You looked at him and he looked back at you, his hands wrapping you in a tight hug with a wide grin on his face. Perhaps your joke was taken a little too serious…he was so sweet and selfless about it. It was a stereotypical Jake action, always thinking of others first. But what about Jakey himself? He was thinking of you first but what about his own heart, it almost made you emotional thinking about it. ‘If i ever leave you, hit me on the head.’ ‘What?’

Johan was sitting outside by the lake. His dogs were busy woofing around and playing with each other. He felt tired, very tired. He couldn’t help but wonder if an adult’s life was also so tiresome, working for the White Tiger center did come with a lot of work and costs…Johan let out a sigh. That’s when you popped up, his lovely partner. He was so relieved to see you. For some reason he couldn’t help but hug you tightly, his mood instantly relaxing. He kissed your cheek and watched you sit next to him on the park bench, talking to him about numerus things before you finally asked the question. Johan just stared at you for a few seconds, you could see the him processing your words and the way his eyes narrowed at you. He clearly disliked the question you asked him. Johan isn’t someone who likes it when someone takes it something from him…or when he loses someone again…so for him this wasn’t just a question but a hypothetical situation that could be true. ‘You wouldn’t…..you wouldn’t, would you?’ ‘It’s a joke.’ ‘Right.’ It came out more sarcastic than it was meant to be and the both of you knew it. You made Johan angry….the way his jaw was clenched and the veins in his neck now visible didn’t go unnoticed but you. But because for amusement you pretended to now know and ask further. ‘What would you do dawg?’ You knew Johan didn’t like it when you called him that, yet you did it anyway. Are you making him angry on purpose? ‘I would steal his shoes so that i could sell them.’ ‘Are you poor?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Oh- uhm. I can lend you money?’ ‘Gladly.’ Normally you wouldn’t have doe that so quickly, but this time he was mad at you so you gave him your spare change. Which for some reason made him super happy and go back to normal again. What a cheapskate

Eli gave you a deadpanned look when you asked him the question. Yenna, who was in his arms was pulling on his hair and trying to climb on top of his head made some brabbel sound. He didn’t know how to feel. Should he be angry or hurt? Maybe even insecure? What the hell was this question even supposed to mean? ‘What are you getting at Y/N?’ Eli asked you quite suspiciously, he doesn’t like this, not the question nor where you might go with this. ‘I want to know what you’ll do.’ You asked him casually, waiting for a response. He doesn’t know what to think. His hands grabbed Yenna gently and lifted her off his head and placed her on his lap instead. He was feeling conflicted, on one hand he didn’t want you to leave. He wanted to protect you and keep you with him. On the other hand he felt that it was selfish of him to make you stay if you didn’t want to. He pressed his lips in a thin line, Yenna was trying to get out of his lap and get onto yours instead. Yenna really has gotten attached to you in the times you spent here, sometimes she denied playing with him to play with you instead…he really doesn’t want you to leave. His hands softly scooted Yenna back to him which caused her to whine and crawl right from under his arm to you. ‘I don’t want you to leave…is that selfish?’ Eli asked you a little softer, watching Yenna crawl over to you and sit in your lap instead. You couldn’t help but feel bad. You didn’t make him insecure right? He sounded so sad. ‘I wouldn’t leave. It’s just a hypothetical question.’ ‘So no leaving me or yenna?’ ‘If i leave i’d take yenna with me.’ ‘Don’t steal my daughter. I don’t appreciate it.’ ‘Whoa sorry calm down-’

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Thank you for the ask! 💕⭐️🙏

[starogeorgina]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x reader

Warnings: Corruption kink, loss of virginity, fingering, hand job, mention of blood.

Deep in thought you pace the floors of your bedchamber the cold floor below, pinching at the pads of your feet while you palm at your breasts. It was the hour of the eel, and the only light was from the candles and flickering flames of hearth.

“Byka mēre.” (Little one)

Startled, you use your hands to conceal your breasts. You look across the room and see a tall figure by the fireplace, “cousin.”

“Hmm,” he lets our disapproving tsk. “You should be asleep. Tomorrow will be a long day.”

He wasn’t wrong. Your father, Ser Gwayne, and yourself travelled to the red keep so he and Queen Alicent could find a suitable husband for you. It wasn’t uncommon for Aemond to visit you before settling for the night, but he usually didn’t come so late.

“Why aren’t you asleep?”

Aemond ignores the question and finally turns to face you, his expression hard to read. In a stern tone, he asks, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.”

“Pirtirys.” (Liar.)

Frowning, you shake your head. You hated it when Aemond spoke in High Valyrian. He knew how badly you wanted to learn it since the histories of House Targaryen fascinated you, but as you grew up in OldTown and had Hightower blood, you never got the opportunity to learn about such things.

“Some may consider what you’re doing unbecoming of a young lady soon to be married.”

Feeling embarrassed, you look down at the ground. “I was told simulating your breasts makes them grow larger.”

“Oh,” he smiles at you mockingly. “And who told this?”

“A couple of my ladies... Why are you here so late?”

“Your breasts are in proportion to the rest of your body,” he says, ignoring your question. "Plus, I can tell when you are lying. So tell me, Why are you groping at yourself as if you’re putting on a show in a whorehouse?”

“I… I was told if a woman touches herself during sex it can bring her pleasure; I just wanted to see if it was true.”

“If you wish to know, you only needed to ask.”

Stepping forward Aemond lowers your hand and replaces it with his mouth. If anyone else had tried to touch you in such a way, you would have screamed, hit them, and ordered the knight standing guard outside your room to kill them.

But with Aemond, it was different.

The warmth from his tongue was a stark contrast to the feeling of your fingers. He takes one of your breasts into his mouth, teeth grazing soft flesh, sucking at your nipple. A small moan leaves your mouth, encouraging him to keep going.

A sudden knock at the door causes you to leap apart. Aemond leaves the room without saying anything, his head held high while you hurry to fix your nightgown for your handmaiden entering the room.

—

Aemond couldn’t get you out of his mind, his sweet younger cousin, his little one.

You were only a few years younger, but growing up, you were much smaller in height, which is why he gave you the nickname. All the teasing was in jest, of course; you were his favourite, and the prince could think of nothing worse than upsetting you. You had an innocence he had never seen in another person, even now that you had become a grown woman.

The more the Prince watches lords parade their sons, themselves or whoever the next male heir in their house was to his uncle Gwayne, he grew more and more irritated.

You were his beautiful, innocent girl; he wouldn’t allow for you to be ruined by some man unworthy of you.

He would be the one to marry you.

As far as the one-eyed prince was concerned, you were his to love and cherish, and he would be the one to take your maidenhood to seal the deal, making sure you were his forever. And in the back of his mind there may be a sick satisfaction knowing you would allow nobody else to touch you in the way he already has.

His sweet girl, all ready to be corrupted by him and only him.

—

The next few weeks were long and tiresome. Your father had paraded you around court while eagerly listening to every lord who came to him and said why they should be your husband. But none of them paid any mind to you, the bride.

However, Prince Ameond was a different matter. During the rare few hours you had, he would come and keep you company. He gifted you books of Targaryen history, a pearl necklace, and a silk dress that was similar in shade to his dragons scales. He even read poems to you.

And not once has he tried to touch you again. Perhaps almost being caught scared him, or he was no longer interested.

Aemond was reading while you practiced needlework in silence until a sudden thought crossed your mind. “Do you think of me as spoilt?”

“Jason Lannister is a cunt,” he says sharply. “He only referred to you as spoilt because your father refused his marriage proposal on the spot. Out of curiosity, what do you want in a husband?”

“I want a husband who pays attention to me like you do.”

He smirks, placing his book on the arm of the chair. Aemond waves for you to go over to him. “My lady, do you want a man like me, or do you want me?”

“I want you, my prince.”

When you stand in front of him, his hand immediately goes to your hip. “My uncle still has lots of lords to speak with, but I may know a way he would agree for us to be married immediately if that’s what you truly wanted.”

“What is it?”

“If you’re no longer a maiden, then Ser Gwayne would have no choice but to betroth us.”

“I would be dishonoured.”

“You would be married to a dragon.” His grip on your hips tightens. “I would be the only man ever filling your womb with their seed; no dishonour would be taking place.”

“Why do you want this?”

Aemond thinks hard before answering. The prince was completely obsessed with you, to the point it was borderline possessive. And from the moment you became of age to be married, he has been hounding his mother to arrange a marriage between the two of you, but as always, she put duty above all else and insisted on waiting to see who else asked for your hand, but Aemond couldn’t let that happen.

He’s silently for so long you start to grow nervous, “Aemond?”

“You are mine, little one, and always have been.”

Swallowing thickly, you step back out of his reach and remove the thin material covering your body, then move to straddle Aemond’s lap. “Then make me yours forever; claim me so no other man can have me.”

Aemond claims your lips with his own. With one leg on either side of his lap, Aemond lowers his hand underneath you with ease, using his finger to spread the small amount of wetness dripping from your folds to and drag it up to your clit. After a few moments, he urges you to move off him. Aemond lifts his hips and pulls his clothing down until his cock is free, then pulls you back onto his lap.

You look down at his penis, watching as precum forms a glistening tip on the head of his cock. Holding your gaze, Aemond guides your hand to slowly start stroking him.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes,” he confirms. “You are doing good; I’m going to prepare you now so that it doesn’t hurt so much.”

Your stomach clenches.

Aemond slides one long, slender finger inside you, then adds another. He pumps them back and forth while rubbing at your clit. You feel a weird sensation, like your core is starting to spasm. You still stroke at his cock, but your movements are now weaker than before.

“I feel weird,” you mumble.

“It’s okay, that’s good. Let the feeling take over.”

A few seconds later, you cum over his fingers, whimpering his name. “You’re doing so good,” Aemond withdraws his fingers from and lines his cock up. “I’ll try my best to take it slow.”

Placing one hand on your backside, Aemond holds you in place as he eases into you. Feeling the sting of his cock stretching you, you whine, “It’s too big!”

“Tis only the tip, little one. Rub your clit, it will only feel better.”

Doing as he says you start rubbing as Aemond pushes you down until his cock is completely inside you. It felt weird—a good weird. Aemond holds onto your hips again and starts to slowly move you up and down; you spread up the rubbing motions.

“I think I’m going to cum again.”

“Then cum for me,” he says before kissing you again.

You moan into his mouth when a similar feeling as before comes over you. Aemond’s thrusts become sloppy as he approaches his own peak, spilling his seed inside you.

After a few moments of kissing and Aemond stroking your back tenderly, you remove yourself from his lap. Glancing down between your legs, you notice blood-mixed arousal sliding down your thighs.

Aemond tilts your chin up gently, “tis normal for some women to bleed.”

“Oh.”

You step back and reach for your nightgown to redress, suddenly worried this might have been a mistake. Why if Aemond decided you weren’t good enough to be his wife?

“What happens now?” You ask shyly.

“I will have one of your ladies prepare a bath for you,” he leans down and presses a kiss to your cheek. “You need to do nothing else but rest, and while you do that, I will speak with my mother and inform her of what transpired. Then I suspect come morning she will be meeting with Ser Gwayne to discuss our betrothal.”

[jlheon]

𝓑𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌 ୨୧ 𝐋𝐇𝐒

(𝓹airing) — lhs x fmr ꣑୧ 𝓸ne-sided enemies to lovers ; fluff & kissing (𝔀ordcount) one-thousand one-hundred thirty 𝓹eng's note. flirty hee i collapsed! can’t tell if this is e2l but we ball! 𝓫ookshelf

𝓼ynopsis. you give heeseung detention once again for his habit of loudly chewing gum

every time you write up lee heeseung for detention you lose a year off your lifespan.

“detention,” you roll your eyes as you slip the bright red piece of paper to the boy sitting at his desk on his phone.

“again!” heeseung sarcastically cries, taking one glance at the slip and pushing it back to you. “will you be the one supervising?”

“unfortunately,” you sigh, shoving the paper more aggressively at him, hoping it’s more effective. “you better show up this time.”

“last time it was your annoying vice president watching over,” he replies. “if you’re there i’ll be there too princess,” heeseung winks.

you think it’s unfortunate how lee heeseung has one of the prettiest faces you’ve ever laid eyes on.

he obnoxiously chews gum during class even though it is strictly against school policy with that stupidly pretty smirk adorning his even prettier face.

girls left and right whining over the fact he never looks their way makes your blood boil for an ‘unknown’ reason. you pass it off as being annoyed that they even like the boy despite his actions, but maybe you feel bitter about the fact the only time lee heeseung looks your way is to blow a bubble of gum in your face to piss you off.

at the end of the week, lee heeseung managed to garner three detention slips.

meaning you’ll have to spend three hours on friday alone with him in a classroom making sure he does absolutely nothing.

detention was one of your least favorite things about being student council president.

yes, you are so grateful to be in such a high position in student government but sometimes giving up your friday afternoons to supervise your troubled peers is a bit tiresome.

today, it’s your week, and to your luck, the only person listed for detention on your clipboard when you walk into the vacant classroom is none other than lee heeseung.

“there’s my favorite girl!” heeseung struts into the room with his freakishly empty backpack and headphones hanging loosely around his neck. it amazes you every year how he moves up each grade despite never having any supplies nor assignments on him. “i was going to skip but then i saw your pretty pink skirt from the hallway.”

“sit down lee,” you say sternly, sitting down at the teacher’s desk.

“anything for you angel,” heeseung smirks as he takes the chair from the nearest desk and places it next to yours.

“at a desk,” you scoot your chair as far as possible until it collides with the wall.

“come on baby,” heeseung whines. “it’s just me and you.”

“it’s protocol,” you try again, hoping to get your point across.

“loosen up a little princess,” he says while moving his chair closer to yours as much as possible, the proximity making your cheeks heat up an embarrassing amount.

“i’m doing my job heeseung,” you frown, crossing your arms. he thinks you're adorable.

“you’re doing good just sitting and looking so pretty,” heeseung teases. “were you thinking about seeing me in detention while getting dressed today?”

“shut up,” you huff, facing your body toward the wall while unlocking your phone.

in your peripheral vision, you see him putting his headphones on and grabbing his phone from his pocket. you’re already letting him sit next to you so you must reinforce the strict no-phone policy for your pride and to cancel out your wrongdoings.

“give me those,” you say as you remove his headphones and snatch his phone.

“you’re so strict,” heeseung rolls his eyes, slouching in his chair, and accepting the boredom about to take over him for the next three hours.

unless…

“why do you always write me up?” he breaks the silence.

you ignore him.

“other people chew gum all the time,” heeseung tries again. “so why is it a problem when i do it?”

“maybe because you chew so loud,” you finally reply, back still facing him. 

your answer does not satisfy him. he decides to push your buttons more and pulls out an empty gum wrapper from the pocket of his jeans and starts loudly fiddling with it. hoping to simulate him putting a piece of gum in his mouth.

your ears are quick to pick up the familiar sound and you turn around in your chair.

“are you seriously having gum right now?” you ask annoyed, facing him completely. “i’m going to write you up again!”

“i’m not,” heeseung smiles teasingly.

“you’re a shit liar,” you say as you move to stand up.

“why don’t you come here and check for yourself,” heeseung pats his lap.

“i’m not sitting on your-” is all you manage to get out before he pulls you to rest on top of him.

“see,” heeseung opens his mouth, letting you see the emptiness with your own eyes.

after, you can’t help but stare at his lips after his mouth is shut again. your stares are obvious but you are somehow lost in a trance.

his arm wraps around your waist, the tips of his fingers ever so slightly brushing your bare skin that your shirt doesn’t cover.

heeseung brings his free hand behind your head and slowly brings your face towards his as he leans in impossibly close.

“i’m going to kiss you,” he whispers, looking for any signs of discomfort from your end.

you stare at him like a deer in headlights once you finally break out of your trance. taking a second to register his words before shyly nodding your head.

heeseung’s lips finally touch yours and he thinks detention with you has never been more worth it.

the softness of your lip gloss-coated lips against his slightly chapped ones is addicting for him.

when you push against his shoulder for air you can’t help the flustered expression that washed across your face. his lips now adorn a pinkish hue from your lip combo, the shades of your lips now matching.

embarrassed by how easily you gave in, you lean down to bury your head in the crook of his neck, making him let out a chuckle.

“let me take you out on a date?” heeseung asks confidently, hands rubbing your sides softly.

“please,” you say quietly into his neck, still in disbelief about the kiss.

“how much longer do we have left?”

you reach for your phone and see that only thirty minutes has passed since heeseung arrived. you’re not sure whether to be thrilled to have more time with him or sad that you still have two and a half hours to kill.

“two and a half hours,” you tell heeseung, setting your phone aside again.

“great,” heeseung grins.

“great?” you ask confused, he between the both of you should be the one wanting to get the hell out of here more.

“i have two and a half more hours to kiss you.”