#just imagine how soft his voice would get

[rmview]

crushing on you, ATEEZ.

featuring — ateez members x gn!reader ( masterlist )

summary — an imagine of what the ateez boys are like when they have a crush on you (moments where their feelings shine)!

contents — fluff, no warnings.

hong ⊹ joong

hongjoong is one who tries to play it cool, but his crush on you is increasingly obvious through the little things he does.

it starts with how he’ll always offer to help you with your creative projects. “need help brainstorming ideas?” he’d casually ask, even if he was buried in deadlines for ateez’s next album. when you hesitated, worried about wasting his time, hongjoong would reassure you with his signature grin. “don’t worry. creative energy comes back tenfold when i’m around you.”

then there are his thoughtful gestures. during a movie night with the group, you mentioned offhandedly that you loved a specific snack from a bakery across town. the next day, hongjoong casually hands you a bag of those snacks, acting as if it was no big deal. “i passed by the bakery on my way here,” he said, but you caught the faint blush creeping up his neck when you thanked him with a warm smile.

his crush shines brightest during practice sessions. if you stop by the studio, hongjoong will suddenly become hyperaware of your presence. he’ll glance your way between moves, a small smile tugging at his lips whenever he caught your gaze. his energy would shift — he’d dance with more precision, his voice more vibrant as he rapped or sang, almost as if trying to impress you.

one evening, after practice, you complimented him. “you’re so dedicated, hongjoong. it’s inspiring to watch.”

hongjoong froze for a moment before chuckling softly, scratching the back of his neck. “it’s easy to work hard when the right person’s watching.” his words slipped out before he could stop them, and he quickly looked away, his cheeks burning red.

you laughed, your voice light and teasing. “who’s the lucky person?”

hongjoong’s lips quirked up into a smile, but he didn’t answer directly. instead, he picked up his notebook and pretended to jot something down. “maybe you’ll figure it out one day.”

seong ⊹ hwa

seonghwa’s crush on you is evident in the way he pays attention to the smallest details about you. while others might call him a perfectionist, with you, it wasn’t just about doing things well — it was about making sure everything he did for you was flawless.

whenever the group invited you over, seonghwa will quietly take charge of ensuring the space was comfortable for you. “the lighting’s too harsh,” he’d mutter, adjusting the lamps until they cast a warm glow. if he knows your favorite snacks, he’ll make sure they were prominently placed on the coffee table. “oh, these? i just picked them up randomly,” he’d lie, hiding how he’d gone out of his way to find them.

his crush also comes through in his protectiveness. if you were out together with the group, seonghwa is the one subtly checking to make sure you were warm enough or have a drink in hand. one rainy evening, you forgot your umbrella, and seonghwa immediately offered his. “i don’t mind getting wet,” he said, though you noticed how he pulled his jacket tighter around himself as he walked beside you.

during a late-night karaoke session, seonghwa’s feelings slipped through his usually calm demeanor. when it was his turn to sing, he chose a ballad — a soft, emotional song about unspoken love. his eyes flicked toward you as he sang, the raw emotion in his voice making your heart skip a beat.

afterward, you clapped enthusiastically. “that was beautiful, seonghwa. you put so much feeling into it.”

he smiled shyly, looking down at his lap. “it’s easier to feel a song when there’s someone… special in mind,” he admitted softly, his voice barely audible over the music.

yun ⊹ ho

yunho’s crush on you is impossible to miss, given his naturally outgoing and playful personality. he isn’t shy about spending time with you, often using humor and charm to mask how nervous he actually is around you.

he’ll find excuses to be near you during group hangouts. if you are sitting on the couch, yunho will plop down next to you, grinning as he stretched his long legs. “hope you don’t mind me stealing some of your personal space,” he’d tease, his tone light but his gaze lingering on you just a second too long.

yunho’s crush is also evident in his habit of subtly showing off around you. whether it is effortlessly spinning a basketball on his finger or nailing a complex dance move during practice, he’ll always glance your way afterward to see if you were impressed. when you compliment him, his grin will widen, and he’d laugh it off. “ah, it’s nothing. just a little something i’ve been practicing.”

one day, while the group was playing video games, yunho handed you the controller and coached you through the game. “here, press this button — no, not that one!” he laughed as your character stumbled on-screen. his hand covered yours briefly to guide you, and you couldn’t help but notice the slight flush on his cheeks.

later that evening, yunho found himself alone with you as the others stepped out. “i have fun when you’re around,” he said suddenly, his usual playful tone replaced with sincerity.

“me too,” you replied, smiling warmly at him.

for a moment, yunho considered confessing, but instead, he just grinned and nudged your shoulder. “good. then i’ll keep making sure you have fun.”

yeo ⊹ sang

yeosang’s crush on you isn’t as overt as some of the others — it is in the quiet moments, the subtle glances, and the small gestures that spoke volumes if you were paying attention. he isn’t the type to shout his feelings from the rooftops, but that doesn’t mean his emotions aren’t strong.

he always seems to notice the little things about you. if you mention being cold, yeosang will quietly drape his jacket over your shoulders without a word. when you compliment a particular drink once, he makes a mental note and starts bringing it to you whenever he has the chance. “i thought you might like this,” he’ll say casually, but his lips would twitch into a small, satisfied smile when you accept it with a grin.

yeosang’s crush would shine through during group activities. if you are participating in a game or challenge, he’ll subtly cheer you on, his quiet encouragement just for your ears. “you’ve got this,” he’d say, his tone calm but sincere, his eyes lighting up when you succeed.

one evening, while everyone was busy chatting, you caught yeosang watching you. when you met his gaze, he quickly looked away, his ears turning pink. later, he approached you with a hesitant smile. “you look really happy tonight,” he said softly.

you laughed lightly. “i am. it’s nice being here with everyone.”

yeosang’s expression softened. “it’s nice when you’re here, too,” he admitted, his voice so quiet you almost didn’t catch it. before you could respond, someone called his name, and he quickly excused himself, leaving you wondering if you’d heard him correctly.

san ⊹

san’s crush on you is impossible to miss — he wears his heart on his sleeve, and his feelings shine through in everything he does. he isn’t shy about being affectionate, always finding ways to be close to you, whether it is playfully slinging an arm around your shoulders or giving you a big, warm hug just because he can.

he was your biggest cheerleader, always hyping you up no matter what. “you’re amazing, you know that?” he’d say with a bright smile, his eyes sparkling with genuine admiration. if you ever doubted yourself, san was the first to reassure you. “you’ve got this. i believe in you more than anyone else.”

san’s crush also manifested in his protectiveness. if you were out together, he’d instinctively walk on the side closest to the street or make sure you were comfortable. one time, when someone made an offhand comment that upset you, san was quick to defend you, his usual playful demeanor replaced with a rare intensity. “hey, watch it,” he said firmly, his jaw tight as he stood by your side.

during a quiet moment at a group hangout, san handed you a small, handmade bracelet. “i made this for you,” he said, his cheeks tinged with pink.

“you made this?” you asked, surprised.

he nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “yeah, i thought it’d suit you.”

when you put it on and smiled at him, san’s grin stretched from ear to ear, his heart practically melting at how radiant you looked.

min ⊹ gi

mingi’s crush on you is both endearing and awkward — his feelings make him nervous, but he can’t help the way he lights up whenever you were around. he’ll stumble over his words sometimes, his usual confidence replaced with a shy energy that only seems to surface when he is with you.

“hey, uh… how’s it going?” he’d ask, his voice a little higher than usual. if you teased him about being nervous, mingi would laugh it off, scratching the back of his head. “me? nervous? nah, i’m just… uh, thinking about something.”

his crush shows in the way he always tries to make you laugh. whether it is cracking silly jokes, pulling exaggerated faces, or doing a random dance move, mingi loves seeing you smile. “there it is!” he’d say triumphantly whenever you laugh, his own laughter following shortly after.

one time, while the group was practicing, you walked into the room, and mingi immediately straightened up, putting extra energy into his moves. he’d steal glances at you between steps, his lips quirking up into a proud grin when he noticed you watching.

later, when everyone was taking a break, mingi handed you a water bottle. “you must be thirsty after watching us, huh?” he joked, though his cheeks flushed as you accepted it.

“thanks, mingi. you’re really thoughtful,” you said with a warm smile.

his eyes widened slightly, and he looked away, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “ah, it’s nothing. i just… i like making you happy.”

mingi’s honesty caught you off guard, but before you could respond, he jumped up, clapping his hands. “alright! back to practice!” he said, his voice a little too loud, clearly trying to cover up his embarrassment.

woo ⊹ young

wooyoung’s crush on you is impossible to miss — it radiates from him in the way he teases you, how his voice softens when he says your name, and the subtle yet intentional ways he finds to touch you. he is naturally flirty, but with you, his charm carries an extra layer of sincerity that he can’t hide no matter how hard he tries.

“are you blushing? don’t tell me you’re falling for me already,” he’ll tease, his signature grin lighting up his face. but the moment you tease him back, wooyoung’s confidence would falter just slightly. “i’m not blushing,” he’ll mutter, averting his gaze while his cheeks turn a telltale shade of pink.

wooyoung always finds ways to include you in the group’s activities, dragging you into dance challenges or asking for your opinion on his outfits. once, during a karaoke night, he deliberately picked a romantic ballad and sang it while making exaggerated gestures toward you, earning playful groans from the others. “what? i’m just serenading my biggest fan!” he’d joke, though the way his eyes linger on yours betrays his true feelings.

but beneath all the playfulness, wooyoung’s crush revealed itself in quieter, more thoughtful moments. when he noticed you were tired, he’d bring you snacks or offer you his jacket. “you take care of everyone else so much,” he said softly one evening, placing a warm drink in your hands. “let me take care of you for once.”

it was during one of these moments that his feelings slipped through more clearly. you had been talking about your day when wooyoung suddenly blurted out, “you’re seriously incredible, you know that?” he froze for a second, realizing what he’d said, and then quickly tried to cover it up with a laugh. “i mean, obviously — anyone with eyes can see it.”

though he tried to act nonchalant, the way he looked at you told a different story — one of someone utterly smitten and hopelessly drawn to you.

jong ⊹ ho

jongho’s crush on you is quieter but no less meaningful. he isn’t one to wear his heart on his sleeve, but his actions always speaks louder than words. if he had a crush, it would show in the way he pays attention to you — remembering the little things you say, noticing when you are feeling off, and always being there to lend a hand.

“here,” he’d say, handing you your favorite drink before you even asked for it. when you looked at him in surprise, he’d shrug, a faint smile playing on his lips. “you mentioned it once. i thought you’d like it.”

jongho often finds himself stealing glances at you, his gaze softening whenever you aren’t looking. if you catch him, he’ll quickly look away, his ears turning red. “i wasn’t staring,” he’ll insist, his tone calm but the slight awkwardness in his voice betraying him.

when the group is together, jongho will naturally gravitate towards you, whether it is sitting next to you or offering to help you carry something. one time, during a group outing, you struggled to open a bottle, and jongho immediately stepped in. “give it here,” he said, easily twisting the cap off and handing it back to you.

“thanks, jongho,” you said, smiling up at him.

he nodded, his expression unreadable, though his ears were tinged pink. “it’s nothing. i just didn’t want you to hurt your hand.”

despite his reserved nature, jongho’s crush shines through in the rare moments he let his guard down. during a casual conversation, he suddenly said, “you’re different from anyone i’ve ever met.”

the comment caught you off guard. “different how?”

he hesitated for a moment before meeting your eyes, his gaze steady but gentle. “just… special. in a good way.” his words were simple, but the weight behind them made your heart flutter.

though he isn’t one for grand gestures, jongho’s quiet devotion and thoughtfulness makes it clear just how much he cares — without him ever having to say the words outright.

notes: i am so soft for them, it’s not a joke anymore

[vampzity]

1-800-hot & fun | BC

★ DAY TWELVE: PHONE SEX WITH BANGCHAN ★

pairing: best friend! bangchan x f! reader

after a long day of studio work, bangchan just wants to relax. except all he can think about is you. he tries to take care of it, only to get a call from you with complaints about the day you had. little did you know how much your voice turned him on.

[warnings]: MDNI 18+ !!!, smut, drabble, phone sex, masturbation, mentioning of circulation play, reader has no idea what chan’s doing, pet names (baby, babygirl)

word count: 1.4k

Bangchan sighed to himself as he leaned back in his chair, head thrown back with his eyes closed. He held his throbbing cock in his hand, jerking it softly as he scrolled through the countless photos he had of you.

They weren’t anything lewd, in fact it was far from that. Simply normal selfies you took and sent to him for his opinion on which to post.

He was beyond exhausted from today’s work in the studio, just wanting to wind down a bit before he took to the road. Though his mind was racing with sensual thoughts of you and it wouldn’t stop.

You two weren’t together— in fact he wasn’t even sure if you liked him, but he knew one thing for sure. Bangchan had the biggest crush on you, he just couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He wasn’t sure if he was being obvious about it, though one may say so with how possessive he was about you when the rest of the boys were around.

He scrolled through every photo of you, landing on a couple of pictures from your modeling gig. You had on light pink lingerie, lace that sat nicely upon your curves. The positions the camera caught you in were vulnerable, unlike anything he’s ever seen before. It was everything he imagined you to be.

Innocent and sexy.

Your doe eyes stared into his as he worked his angry cock, groaning at the thought of your plump lips around his tip. The way it would feel for you to suck him off as cum leaked out of him. How well he would train you to take his size into your mouth, the tears that would run down your cheek from his tip hitting the back of your throat.

He scrolled to the side, seeing a close up of your body in the lace outside. His eyes widened, heart racing as your tits sat nicely in the cupped bra, your cunt making a small pint in the fabric. The way the babydoll casted a slight shadow of your silhouette.

Bangchan was practically in heaven, his hand fastening its pace around his cock. He could feel himself about to burst at any moment, until he felt his phone buzz in his hand. Startled he quickly shoved his member into his pants and answered, clearing his throat to mask his previous situation.

“Hello?”

“Channie! You wouldn’t believe the type of day I’ve been having.”

Chan smiled at hearing your voice, as it’s been a while since you two have talked at all from your mix of busy schedules.

“Hey babygirl, what’s up?”

You scoffed on your side of the phone, rolling your eyes at his personal nickname for you.

“Well I got to the studio for my modeling gig and my coffee just fell!! It tasted perfect too like how upsetting is that,”

He listened to you ramble on, feeling his dick twitch in his pants as his mind started to race with thoughts of you once again. He thought about you in different types of lingerie, imagining how nicely your body must fit into them this time around.

He pulled his member from his pants, his tip leaking as it ached to be touched. He stroked it softly, throwing his head back in pleasure as he tried his best not to be heard.

“And if that wasn’t enough, my makeup is so splotchy. I think i’ll have to redo it too!”

Bangchan tightened his grip on his cock, fastening his strokes as he listened to your complaining whines. He tried his best to focus to what you were saying, but his mind was fogged with dirty thoughts of you. Dirty thoughts of you all over him, of him ripping that little lingerie off of you.

“Mmm, I’m sorry to hear that baby.”

A soft moan escaped him, making him freeze up in hopes that you didn’t hear him.

“Everything ok, Channie? Was it a rough day in the studio?”

He chuckled to himself slightly, his thumb rubbing across his leaky opening. He began stroking his cock again, twisting his hand with the motion.

“Yeah, yeah.” he panted heavily, watching as his cock leaked some more. “But hearing your voice made it better.”

You blushed softly, taking your phone and posing in the mirror. You took a picture of today’s outfit— one of many that you’d be wearing and sent it to Bangchan, eager for his reaction.

“What do you think? Too slutty?”

His jaw practically dropped at seeing you. His ears grew red, feeling as if the room was heating up from seeing you in such an outfit. The black polkadots weren’t nearly enough to cover how see through it was as your nipples still peeked through.

Bangchan stopped himself from groaning outloud, struggling to keep his composure toward you.

“You look beautiful as always.” He leaned over his desk, spotting your hair tie next to his computer.

He grabbed it, closing his eyes as he vowed to never give it back to you again. Especially not after what he was about to do. He placed the hair tie on his cock, a long sigh leaving his lips as it tightened around his length.

“Should model for me, yeah?”

“Huh? What do you mean?” you raised your eyebrow, unaware of what he meant. Chan quickly caught himself, trying to cover up the sultry meaning behind his sentence.

“My company, I mean you should model for my company.”

You laughed, going on a tangent about all the things wrong with his entertainment. As much as he’d like to listen, he just couldn’t. He was too drunk on the thought of you and your body in this newfound picture. Your pussy barely covertly the small piece of fabric, your tits practically spilling out of your bra.

He stroked faster, quicker, not stopping his movement as his cock throbbed in his hand. With every throb, every time it tried to swell, he could feel himself getting closer as your hair tie held him back.

And of course, you were still as oblivious to what was going on.

Bangchan quickly muted himself, setting his phone down as he groaned out in pleasure. His precum drooled down the side of his cock as he thrusted into his hand.

“Fuck, fuck baby.” he admired your picture once more before throwing his head back.

“Gotta cum all over that pretty face of yours one day.”

His groans soon fell into whimpers as he stroked faster. Your hair tie was suffocating him, making it harder for him to hold himself back. He imagined you in his head; thinking of you riding his cock while your tits bounced in front of his eyes.

He imagined how it would feel for your cunt to suffocate his dick in the same way while it pounded your sweet spot. He wondered how your sweet sounds would be, how much you’d beg as his tongue toyed with your swollen clit.

“Fuck, I would stuff you so good.”

That was all it took.

Within seconds his hand was covered in cum, dripping onto the chair as he slowed his strokes. His breath was staggered, heart racing and shaking ad he tried to bring himself back to reality.

“Channie?”

Oh fuck.

He quickly cleaned himself off, picking up the phone to answer you.

“I’m sorry.. I was trying to focus on this track we’ve been working on.”

He heard a small laugh come from the other end of the phone, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion as he tried to figure out what you could be laughing for.

“Yeah, and I bet you didn’t notice you were unmuted either, huh?”

His heart sank and his face flushed red. He froze, unsure of what to say to you as he was beyond embarrassed. You had no idea— maybe not even a thought of Bangchan ever liking you, as you always thought he’d seen you as a close friend.

Funny, since he had thought the same.

“You don’t have to apologize Channie.” you looked at the time on your phone, realizing you had to start your shoot soon.

“Maybe when I’m done here,” You bit your lip, thinking of the lewd sounds you heard coming from his end of the phone.

“I can stop by your place and give you what you want.”

Bangchan instantly agreed, his cock itching at the thought of being able to feel you, be in you. You giggled, sending him a farewell and hanging up the phone. His phone lit up with the precious picture of you in your lingerie, a small smile creeping onto his face.

He was about to see you dressed like this in person, right before his eyes and it would take everything in him not to rip it off of you.

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a/n: day 12, this is a short one! if you haven’t noticed a change in the masterlist…. i’m planning some bonus days as a thank you to those who showed so much support to my series! :3

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[bewaryofpity]

Hiii please could I request smut #5 for luke hughes please? x

thank you for requesting ! 🩵

5. “Is this ok?” As they stare up at you from in between your legs.

.

When Luke had confessed a week into your relationship that he was inexperienced you were surprised, but when he told you he never even received a blowjob before, you were actually left speechless.

“But you went to college?”

“Yeah, well, I just… I don’t do hook ups. Ever, clearly.” He mumbled defensively. He disliked the thought of sleeping with someone he barely knew, leaving and never seeing each other again. He found it a bit disgusting, especially when his friend flaunted the amount of girls they slept with in a month, and it was even more so when the guys couldn’t remember their names.

It wasn’t something to be ashamed of, and you reminded him every time your kissing would get too heated and he would stiffen under your touch, reassuring him you woundn’t do anything he wasn’t ready for. He wanted to take the next step so badly, be yours more than just calling himself your boyfriend, but all the insecurities would get the best of him and he chickened out every single time. But you were so sweet and understanding you never pushed him, you took your time with him which already made Luke dizzy any other day.

And just like any post game evening, you were sitting on his couch, knees touching his thighs, listening to his rambling about his plays from the game earlier. He looked way too good with his hair still a bit damp, bundled up in a hoodie and sweats, that your hand couldn’t help but move upwards from his bicep to his shoulder, then up in the curls at the back of his head.

His words faltered at your actions and when he turned around to see if you were still listening, you had a hazy smirk on your lips.

“Are you listening?”

“Yeah.” Of course you weren’t, you were absorbed in the feel of his body under your touch, how his muscles clenched as your fingertips traced the veins on his arms.

“What was the las — Oh.” Luke’s mouth hung slightly open as you propped yourself in his lap, your arms circling his neck.

“Keep nerding, baby, it turns me on.”

“R-Really?”

“Mmh.” You hummed, rolling your hips once before leaning in to press a kiss at the corner of his mouth, his surprised expression turning you on even more. Your kiss heated up quickly when you bit at his lip, Luke moaning in your mouth like it was his first time kissing you.

It wasn’t long before Luke felt impatient, needy for more and you could feel it, his pants straining his hard on, his hands gripping tightly at your hips and you knew he was trying to hold himself back. So you placed one more kiss on his soft lips, caressing his cheeks with your thumbs and silently asking if he was alright, if he wanted more now.

Getting off his lap and sitting on your knees on the ground between his legs, you never averted your gaze from his, mindful of every small movement. Your hands stroked his thighs, clenching under your touch, and he parted them more to let you in.

“Is this okay?” You whispered, fingers playing with the strings of his sweatpants. Your eyes grew darker as he nodded eagerly. And you gently pushed his sweats and boxers down to his ankles, removing them completely, his cock standing high, tip red and already leaking.

“Just as pretty as I imagined.” You said, shifting closer in between his legs. He took a sharp inhale at your words, not fully processing what was happening. “Tell me if I ever need to stop.”

“Never… please.” His voice shook, in excitement or anxiety you didn’t know, but after a few pumps of your hand, your lips finally wrapped around his flushed tip, taking him inch by inch in your mouth. And Luke knew then that he was already obsessed with this.

[aspenmissing]

Could you write the Arcane characters interacting with Reader's baby bump? (The male characters in a romantic way and the female characters in a platonic / best friends way)

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JAYCE

Jayce was in his workshop, tinkering with his latest invention, but his thoughts kept drifting back to the warmth of the apartment. Y/N had been radiating this special glow ever since they'd found out she was expecting, and he couldn't help but marvel at how life had changed for them.

He paused his work, glancing toward the door, his face softening as he caught sight of Y/N entering. She walked in with a gentle sway, her baby bump clearly visible beneath her loose-fitting blouse. Jayce smiled, completely distracted by the sight of her.

"You know," he said, his voice a little distracted as he stood from his desk, "you’re glowing even more than usual today."

Y/N chuckled, placing a hand on her belly, a look of playful disbelief crossing her face. "I think you just say that because you’re always trying to get me to smile."

"Well," Jayce took a step closer, gently resting his hand on the curve of her bump, "it's hard not to smile when you're carrying our little one." His voice dropped softly, filled with awe as his fingers lightly traced over her stomach, feeling the little movements of the baby.

Y/N leaned into him, her head resting on his chest as she looked up at him with a smile. "I still can't believe it's happening. Feels like just yesterday I was getting used to being here, and now... we’re here, together, with a baby."

Jayce’s heart swelled as he pulled her into a tender embrace, his hand still resting gently over her bump. "It feels like a dream, doesn’t it?" he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "But it’s our dream, and I couldn’t imagine sharing it with anyone else."

Y/N laughed softly, the sound of it filling the room. "I’m glad it’s you. I’m glad it’s always been you."

Jayce held her tighter, savoring the moment. His mind raced with excitement for the future, for their little family that was already so loved. As he looked down at her, he whispered, "We’re going to be amazing parents, you know."

Y/N smiled, brushing her fingers through his hair. "I know. And I’ll have you by my side through it all."

As Jayce gave her belly one more gentle rub, he couldn’t resist. "Do you think they’ll be as smart as their mom?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow playfully. "As smart? Oh, they’ll definitely have my brains... but they’ll also have your charm and wit, so it’s bound to be a good mix."

Jayce laughed, his hands still lingering on her stomach. "A perfect blend. I can't wait to meet them."

The two of them stood there for a moment, wrapped in the peace and joy of the life growing between them, knowing that whatever came next, they’d face it together.

VIKTOR

The dim light of Viktor's lab flickered softly as he worked on his latest project, the steady hum of machines in the background. Y/N sat nearby, her legs tucked under her as she rested on a plush chair. Her hand gently cradled her baby bump, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she observed Viktor. He had been focused on his work all day, but there was a soft tension in the air as his thoughts would occasionally wander to her.

He looked up from his workbench, meeting her gaze. "Are you comfortable?" he asked, his voice gentle and filled with concern.

Y/N nodded, but her smile grew wider when she saw the subtle way Viktor’s eyes lingered on her bump. She loved the way his face softened whenever he looked at her, especially now. The early months had been a whirlwind of uncertainty, but now, as the pregnancy progressed, Viktor had become a rock for her—steady, calm, and full of quiet affection.

"Are you sure you're not overworking yourself?" Y/N teased, her fingers lightly tracing the curve of her bump.

Viktor hesitated for a moment before walking over to her. His hands were warm as they cupped the sides of her stomach gently, his eyes studying her as if the simple act of touching her was an overwhelming thing. "I’m not overworking," he murmured, his voice low. "But… I do worry." He carefully placed his hand over her belly, letting his fingers rest softly against the growing life within.

Y/N chuckled softly. "I’m fine, Viktor. She’s fine, too," she added, feeling the baby shift slightly beneath her skin. She glanced down at his hand, which was resting on her bump, the moment tender and intimate.

Viktor’s expression softened, and for a brief second, his usually sharp and meticulous demeanor melted away. His eyes lit up with something indescribable, a mix of awe and tenderness as he gazed at the baby bump. He seemed to be holding his breath, waiting for any movement, like he was trying to connect to the tiny life growing inside her.

And then, it happened—a small, subtle kick. Viktor’s eyes widened, and a soft laugh escaped his lips. He placed his hand gently on the spot where the movement had come from, as if trying to reassure himself that it was real. "Did you feel that?" he whispered, his voice barely a breath, full of wonder.

Y/N nodded, her smile widening. "Yes, I did." She reached up to gently touch his cheek, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "I think she’s excited to meet her papa."

Viktor’s face flushed slightly at the word. His hand remained on her belly, his thumb moving in slow, careful circles as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to her forehead. "I will be ready when the time comes," he said, his voice a quiet promise. "I’ll be right here, every step of the way."

Y/N’s heart swelled with affection for him, knowing how deeply he meant every word. She leaned into him, closing her eyes and letting the moment envelop them both—together, as a family, anticipating the future they would share.

And as Viktor continued to tenderly touch her belly, Y/N couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of peace, knowing that this tiny life would be surrounded by so much love.

JAYVIK

The soft glow of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle warmth across the room. Y/N woke slowly, stretching out on the bed, her body cradled in the comfort of the soft sheets. Her eyes fluttered open to see Viktor beside her, his head resting gently on her shoulder, a peaceful expression on his face. His hand, warm and steady, lay across her belly—his touch so tender, it almost felt like he was holding the life within her in a protective embrace.

For a moment, Y/N simply gazed at him, the sensation of his presence calming and reassuring. She then shifted slightly, turning her head to glance at the space beside the bed. "Where's Jayce?" she murmured softly, her voice still thick with sleep, not wanting to disturb the peaceful moment.

Viktor stirred slightly at her words, his eyes blinking open, his gaze warm but sleepy. "He's probably in the workshop or the kitchen... Where else would he be?" He smiled, but Y/N's eyes were already drawn back to the movement beneath the covers.

Curious, she lifted the edge of the blanket to peek under it. There, to her surprise, was Jayce, his face buried in the side of her baby bump, his large hand gently caressing it. He looked so serene, his eyes closed, and there was a quiet hum of contentment as his fingers traced slow, soft patterns along her skin.

Y/N couldn't help but smile at the sight. The love and care the two of them showed, even in the smallest moments, made her heart swell. Viktor, now fully awake, chuckled softly as he saw the scene. "He's... always been a bit of a morning person," he said, his voice full of affection.

Y/N laughed softly, running a hand through Jayce's hair. "I think he just wanted to get as close to the baby as possible," she teased, her voice light.

Jayce, hearing her, lifted his head slightly, his face still pressed against her belly. His eyes glimmered with affection as he met her gaze. "Couldn't resist," he murmured with a grin, his hand never stopping its gentle motions on her belly.

Viktor leaned in, brushing his lips against Y/N's forehead, his voice soft and filled with warmth. "Looks like we have our own little family morning ritual."

Y/N smiled, feeling the weight of her love for both of them as they shared this intimate moment. The room felt filled with an almost magical peace—a quiet reminder that despite the chaos of the world outside, they had each other, and that was enough.

She placed a hand on Viktor's, the other resting on Jayce's head. "I love you both," she whispered softly, her heart full. The two men, in their own unique ways, both smiled, their love for her and the baby clear in their eyes.

"We love you, too," Viktor replied softly, and Jayce added, "More than anything."

As the three of them lay there, wrapped in each other's embrace, the outside world felt distant, and for that moment, they were content to simply be.

VANDER

It was a typical day in the undercity, the hustle and bustle of Zaun never stopping. But today, there was a special kind of excitement in the air, especially within the small, cozy living space above Vander’s tavern, The Last Drop.

Y/N, now a little further along in her pregnancy, was sitting comfortably in one of the worn-out chairs, her hand resting on her baby bump. She had been feeling the baby kicking for a while now, and every time it happened, she couldn’t help but smile.

Vander, who had been busy with some work around the bar downstairs, glanced over at her with a soft grin. "You look like you're getting ready to pop any day now," he teased lightly, his rough voice betraying the gentle affection he had for her. He leaned against the counter, wiping his hands on a rag, his gaze soft as he looked at her.

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the grin that tugged at the corners of her lips. “I’m not that big, Vander," she said playfully.

Vander chuckled. "Right, sure." He then turned his attention to the door, hearing the familiar sounds of footsteps and laughter. The kids—Vi, Powder, Mylo, and Claggor—had been coming around more often to check on her, always excited about the little one growing inside her.

Vi came barreling in first, the rough-and-tumble girl grinning from ear to ear. “I wanna feel the baby kick! Can I?”

Y/N laughed softly, patting her belly. "You can try."

Vi’s face lit up, and she gently placed her hands on Y/N’s bump, her eyes wide with excitement. "Whoa, I can feel it!" she exclaimed. "It’s so weird but cool!" Her expression softened, and she looked up at Y/N. “You’re gonna be such a good mom.”

Y/N’s heart melted at the sweet sentiment. She hadn’t had the chance to speak much about her plans for motherhood, but hearing Vi’s words made her feel like she was doing something right.

Powder, who had been standing at the door, looking a little shy, approached with her usual curiosity. "Me too! Can I feel?"

Vander, always protective of his "kids," knelt down to Powder’s level, a big hand on her shoulder. "It’s okay, kiddo," he said gently, giving Y/N an encouraging nod.

With a soft giggle, Powder tiptoed over and placed her small hands on Y/N’s baby bump. Her eyes widened when she felt the gentle shift. "It’s moving! I’m gonna be the best big sister ever," she announced, practically bouncing on her heels in excitement.

Mylo and Claggor entered together, following behind their friends. Mylo, always the mischievous one, grinned and raised an eyebrow at the scene. “Looks like you’re already starting a whole army, Y/N,” he teased, crossing his arms.

Claggor, quieter than the others, leaned against the wall, his usual stoic expression softened with a fond smile. “You’ll have a lot of help, that’s for sure,” he said, his voice calm but sincere.

Vander chuckled from his spot across the room, clearly enjoying the scene. He glanced over at Y/N, his expression soft. "You’ll have a whole crew to help you out," he said with a wink. "Just make sure the little one doesn’t end up causing as much trouble as Powder."

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, her voice teasing. "You mean you didn’t cause trouble when you were younger?"

Vander chuckled, a knowing grin spreading across his face. "Maybe a little, but I’ve learned my lesson. Now I just have to pass on that wisdom."

Vi and Powder giggled at the exchange, while Mylo and Claggor shared an amused look. Y/N leaned back in her chair, basking in the comfort of the moment. The excitement of her growing family surrounded her, and with Vander by her side, she knew everything would be alright.

The kids continued to gather around, asking more questions, offering more excitement, and making Y/N’s heart swell with love. She was going to be a mother, and with Vander, Vi, Powder, Mylo, Claggor, and all of them by her side, she knew her little one would be surrounded by so much love and protection.

"Think we’ll get a little troublemaker in the mix?" Vi asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Y/N grinned, her hand gently rubbing her belly. "With you two as role models? I’m sure of it."

Vander’s booming laughter filled the room, and for a moment, all felt right in the world.

And in that moment, surrounded by the kids she’d come to love as her own and Vander’s comforting presence above The Last Drop, Y/N couldn’t help but feel that this new chapter in her life would be full of love, laughter, and the promise of new beginnings.

SILCO

Silco sat at his desk in his dimly lit office, his gaze unwavering as he reviewed the latest plans for Zaun. The ever-present hum of machinery in the background almost seemed to blend into the silence.

Then, the door creaked open, and in stepped Y/N, her baby bump now noticeably prominent as she walked toward him. She smiled softly, her face lighting up with a warmth that seemed to make the cold, grim atmosphere of the room a little more bearable.

"You look like you're deep in thought," she said, her voice gentle.

Silco looked up from his papers, his steely eyes softening when they met hers. He had been through many things in his life—power struggles, betrayal, and the dark underworld of Zaun—but nothing quite compared to the feeling that swept over him whenever he saw her. And now, with the baby bump growing, it was as though something more fragile and precious was growing inside their world.

He pushed back from his desk and stood, a rare softness in his usually sharp features. "And what brings you here?" His voice had an edge, but there was a tenderness underneath it that he reserved only for her.

Y/N placed a hand on her belly and walked closer. "I just thought you might like to feel the baby," she said, her tone teasing. "You've been so focused on work lately, you haven't gotten a chance to see how much they’re growing."

A rare flicker of uncertainty passed through Silco’s eyes. He didn’t know much about babies or pregnancy, but there was a look of fondness in his gaze when he saw how protective and glowing Y/N looked.

She gently guided his hand to her stomach, and for a moment, Silco stood still, the warmth of her body and the tiny life growing inside her bringing an unfamiliar feeling to his chest. The baby kicked softly, a small flutter that made her smile wider.

"Feel that?" she asked, her voice soft but filled with excitement.

Silco’s fingers twitched slightly as he pressed his hand more firmly against her belly, feeling the subtle movements beneath his palm. His lips parted in a small, almost imperceptible smile, the rarest of expressions crossing his usually composed face.

"It’s... strange," he murmured, his voice softer than usual. "But it’s yours. Ours."

Y/N’s smile widened, a warm, loving look passing between them. She nodded, her hand over his as she gave it a gentle squeeze. "Yes, ours."

Silco’s gaze lingered on her for a moment before he allowed himself to lean down slightly, brushing a kiss against the top of her head. "I never thought I’d be here," he said quietly, almost to himself. "Not like this."

Y/N chuckled softly, her eyes shining with affection. "Well, here we are."

"Here we are," he echoed, a rare tenderness in his voice. He couldn’t help but run his fingers across her belly again, feeling the baby move once more, as if marking the beginning of a future he had never imagined.

For a moment, Silco allowed himself to savour the peace, even if it was fleeting in a world that would never be kind to them. But for now, the only thing that mattered was the life growing between them, the one thing that he could protect with everything he had.

JINX/POWDER

Jinx bounced around excitedly, her usual chaotic energy tempered by a rare, gentle excitement. Y/N was sitting on the couch, her hand resting over her growing belly, a soft smile playing on her lips as she watched the madness of Zaun unfold through the window.

Jinx skidded to a halt in front of Y/N, her eyes immediately locking onto her friend’s baby bump. Her grin spread wider than usual, but there was a tenderness in it now, a contrast to her usual manic grin.

"Y/N! Y/N! How’s my little niece or nephew doin’ in there?" Jinx asked, bouncing on her toes as she leaned in close, eyes wide with curiosity. She’d known about the pregnancy for a while now, but it never failed to get her excited whenever she saw Y/N with her baby bump.

Y/N chuckled softly, glancing down at her belly with a soft, protective smile. "They're doing well. Growing every day," she said, her voice filled with warmth as she gently rubbed the bump.

Jinx’s face shifted into one of mock seriousness, her hands immediately cupping the sides of Y/N’s bump as if she was inspecting something fragile. "Whoa, you’re getting huge!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of awe and playful teasing. "This little one’s gonna be a big deal, huh? So important!"

She paused for a moment, eyes full of determination, before looking up at Y/N with a gaze that was almost protective. "I’m gonna be the best aunt ever! I’ll protect ‘em from all the bad stuff out there!" Jinx gestured dramatically to the world outside, her usual chaotic flair returning. "No one’s gonna mess with my little one! I’ll teach ‘em all the best stuff—like blowing stuff up!"

Y/N laughed, a warm, fond chuckle that filled the room. "You’re gonna be the best aunt, Jinx. The baby’s gonna love you."

Jinx’s grin grew wider, her chest puffing up proudly. "Of course! No one else could be as awesome as Aunt Jinx! I’ll make sure the little one has all the best toys—super explosive ones! And we’ll make a fort out of all the stuff I’ve blown up! It’ll be perfect!"

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with affection for her unpredictable friend. She knew Jinx had a complicated past, but it was moments like these that showed just how much Jinx cared—and how deeply she was capable of loving in her own wild way.

"You’ll definitely be the best aunt," Y/N agreed, rubbing her belly gently. "But for now, maybe start thinking about ways to entertain the baby when they’re older—something a little less... explosive than your usual brand of fun."

Jinx’s expression turned contemplative as she tilted her head, clearly thinking hard about that suggestion. After a moment, her eyes lit up. "Okay! I’ll tell the baby the best stories. And maybe… just maybe... I’ll make ‘em a secret stash of cookies... and dynamite. Secretly! You know, just in case they need some excitement in their life."

Y/N laughed again, shaking her head fondly. "You’re something else, Jinx. But I think that’s what makes you the best aunt."

Jinx giggled, then without warning, sat down next to Y/N and wrapped her arms around her in a surprisingly gentle hug. "You’ll be the best mom, Y/N. No one’s gonna mess with us. Right? We’re a team."

Y/N returned the hug, a swell of gratitude filling her chest for the unexpected, yet deeply loyal friendship they shared. "We’re a team, Jinx. Always."

And in that moment, surrounded by Jinx’s protectiveness and boundless enthusiasm, Y/N felt a sense of peace, knowing her baby would grow up surrounded by love—no matter how unpredictable the world around them might be.

MEL

Mel had always been the type to care deeply for others, especially those she considered family. Y/N was no different, and seeing her friend in this new light—carrying a child—brought a softness to her heart that she hadn’t expected.

She gently knocked on Y/N’s door, her voice light as she called through, “Y/N, are you awake?”

A muffled response came from inside. “Yeah, just a little tired today.”

Mel smiled, pushing the door open and peeking in to see her friend, who was sitting propped up in bed, a soft blanket tucked around her. Y/N’s baby bump was noticeably round now, a comforting sight after everything she’d been through.

“Need any help getting up?” Mel asked with a slight tilt of her head, her voice soft and warm. She was always so careful around Y/N, ever since the pregnancy had started to show.

Y/N gave her a small, grateful smile. “I can manage, but if you want to help me to the couch, I’d appreciate it.”

Mel immediately moved over, holding out her hands to help steady Y/N as she slowly rose to her feet. “Slow and steady, okay?” she said, guiding her gently to the living room.

Once they were settled, Mel made sure Y/N was comfortable before sitting beside her. She could never shake the worry that Y/N wasn’t eating enough, despite her insistence. “Did you eat today?” she asked, her voice a mix of concern and love.

Y/N sighed but nodded. “I did, just a little light lunch. But I’ll have something more later.”

Mel pursed her lips, her eyes scanning her friend's face, searching for any hint that Y/N might be pushing herself too hard. “You’ve got to take care of yourself, Y/N. The baby needs you to eat, too.” She gently placed a hand on the bump, a soft smile forming as she added, “They’re gonna need their energy to grow big and strong.”

Y/N chuckled lightly, looking down at her belly. “I’m doing my best. But you’re right. Maybe I could eat a little more.”

Mel’s smile brightened, her eyes sparkling with affection. “I’ll make you something. You rest, and I’ll take care of it.”

Y/N’s eyes softened as she leaned back against the cushions. “You’re too good to me, Mel.”

Mel shook her head, her expression warm. “I’m just looking out for you. You’re my family, and that means everything to me.”

As Mel made her way to the kitchen, Y/N watched her, a sense of deep gratitude settling in her chest. Despite everything that had happened, she was surrounded by people who cared for her and the life she was carrying, and that was something worth cherishing.

When Mel returned with a plate of food, she smiled as she set it down in front of Y/N. “I made sure it’s something you’ll enjoy.”

Y/N looked down at the plate and smiled softly, her eyes glistening with appreciation. “You really know how to take care of me.”

Mel sat beside her once again, offering a light hug. “It’s just what I do for family.”

The two of them sat together in the quiet comfort of each other’s company, the bond between them growing even stronger with every passing day.

[yandere-wishes]

Gotham's sweetheart

Warning: yandere older brother Bruce Wayne. I tried writing incest but I feel like it came out more yandere platonic😅😅

-`♡´-Okay, imagine being Bruce Wayne's younger sister. We're talking newborn when your parents died (assuming Bruce is early 30s in this story Reader would be in her early 20s) you're your brother's total opposite, at least on the outside. His innocent bright-eyed kid sister...

-`♡´-That one too many rogues may have a little crush on.

-`♡´-Really it's the innocence. The thing they want to peel away.

-`♡´- That sweet honeydew smile, those big optimistic eyes. That cheery lilt of your voice. It drives them crazy, makes them want to tear you apart. Makes them want to keep that smile all to themselves.

-`♡´- Tommy/Hush has ideas: he dreams of all the horrendous things he wants to do to you while wearing your brother's face. He's had his eye on you since they were young. However there's a part of him that wants to kiss you with his own lips, hold you, and nozzle his face into your neck. To have you play with his hair. To look at him with bright terrified eyes before he kisses you until your lungs exhaust. He wants you to say you love him, to make him feel whole again.

-`♡´- Harvey/Two-face fully believes he owns you: It's not just the darker part of his mind whispering temptations. He's always believed that you were destined for him, always knew he'd be the one to put a ring on your finger and keep you safe. He's sure Bruce himself would have offered you to him before the incident and why should things change now? They're literally your brother's best friend. You belong to the two of them. Their precious princess to cherish and break. They'd both give anything to hear you say their name just once more. With love lacing each letter as your lips grace both sides of his face.

-`♡´- Roman just wants to claim you. Sink his teeth into you and mark you as his. To smear the good Wayne name by making you his little pet. Parading you around public in the most revealing tight outfits, to kiss you while all of Gotham watches. But despite Roman's rather wicked intentions, he still longs to hold you close, you feel the warmth of your body under his. Give anything to kiss you, and tell you he loves you.

-`♡´- The rest of the rogues only know you as Batgirl/(insert other hero name) and all have such a desperate obsession with you. It's hard not to fall in love when you're lying bleeding on the concrete with a broken arm. Only to be cradled in a soft lap promising to get you the best psychiatric help.

-`♡´- Plus you're so utterly kind to them, kinder than Batman and while you are so strong in your own right so many of them would pull out their own hearts and lay it upon your feet for a chance to lock you away and protect you from the evil world. All of them are so desperate for a little kiss from you.

-`♡´- {One day when you're helping your brother drop off Dr Crane at the Asylum you notice how utterly terrified he looks. How his eyes hover on a particular guard with fear glossing over them. Later while Batman talks to Commissioner Gorden, you ask Jonathan what's wrong and reluctantly he mentions how a certain guard (Lyle Bolton) has been abusing the inmates. Your heart shatters for them, you've practically grown up with these crazies (affectionate) you can't bear the thought of anyone hurting them (ironic ain't it) or well at the very least abusing them when they're behaving. You give Jonathan a peck on the cheek and promise to take care of it. And you do, you keep your promise and that Bolton is never seen again. Jonathan is thankful truly utterly he however has to watch his back now because Riddler and Dr.Phosphorus have been giving him death glares all day)

-`♡´- BUT (and hear me out on this) while you might think the streets of Gotham are all so dangerous. Back home isn't any better. Your own brother is too weak to fight the rotting possessiveness that festers within his loins. His tight grip on your shoulder, the way his hugs last eternities. He loves you with all his blackened heart. You're the only good thing in his life.

-`♡´- Oh and while we're at it why don't we mention his friends too? The superpowered heroes who think you're the most adorable thing. Who want nothing more than to protect you and feel you between their arms. What about your adopted family who are growing more possessive and clingy by the day? Oh darling it looks like you truly are doomed, to wither away in obsessive love.

Listen this whole ramble came from me being bored in class and daydreaming about wanting to take Twoface, Black Mask, Hush, and Dr Phosphorus on all at the same time. But also having such a weird crush on Bruce Wayne and wanting to subject him to unfathomable tortures (affectionately)

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🍪. DOUBLE THE L★VE!

༘⋆ Paring : Phainon x fem!reader x Mydei

༘⋆ Warnings : nsfw/smut, slight dub-con, anal & vaginal, blow job, creampie, multiple of rounds, neck kisses, gagging, nipple sucking, pet-names, ass eating, spitting, fingering, threesome, slow s*x & other stuff!

༘⋆ Summary : Valentine’s Day just got hot. You surprise your husband, Mydei and Phainon, in barely-there, baby pink, sparkly lingerie that leaves little the imagination. Let’s just say the night’s about to get unforgettable.

༘⋆ Extra : Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! This is also not proofread, I’m sorry. (っ◞‸◟ c) Also was making this while watching alien stage. Can’t believe Hyuna died instead of Luka :,(

The candlelight flickered softly, casting shadows across the room. You could feel your heart racing in anticipation as you checked yourself in the mirror. The baby pink lingerie sparkled just enough to catch the light, hugging every curve and leaving little to the imagination. It was daring, it was bold, and it was just the kind of thing you’d been planning for this Valentine’s night.

You heard the soft creak of the door, and you didn’t need to look to know they were there. Mydei stepped into the room first, his gaze immediately finding yours, sharp and calculating, but there was something else in his eyes—something a little darker, a little more captivated. His posture didn’t change, but you could see how his focus shifted.

“Well,” Mydei said, his voice low and deliberate, “you certainly know how to make an entrance.”

Phainon followed right behind, his eyes glinting with that familiar mischief. His lips curled into a sly grin as he stepped closer, his gaze hungry in a way that made your pulse race. "I’d say the word you're looking for is unforgettable," he remarked, his voice thick with promise.

You stood there, feeling the heat of their eyes on you, knowing that tonight would be one to remember, a night that was anything but ordinary.

You stand there, feeling their eyes on you, your pulse quickening. Mydei’s gaze is steady, as if assessing you carefully, while Phainon’s energy practically crackles in the air between you. They both seem to take you in, lingering in the silence for just a moment too long.

You finally break the stillness, your voice soft, but there's a nervous edge to it as you speak. "I—I thought... I thought you might like it."

Mydei's eyes narrow slightly, that calculating look never leaving his face, but he doesn’t say anything at first. His silence makes you fidget slightly under the weight of his attention.

Phainon steps closer, his grin widening just a little. “I think we both like it,” he says, his tone still casual, but there’s something about the way he says it that makes your heart skip a beat. “You don’t have to be shy.”

Your gaze flickers between the two of them, and you feel the heat rising in your cheeks. It’s not easy to keep your composure, but the night is just beginning, and you can feel the shift in the air, knowing that everything is about to change. Mydei remains unmoving, his gold eyes fixed on you with unwavering intensity. Though his expression offers no clear giveaway of his thoughts, the slight tilt of his head indicates heightened interest. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his gauntleted hand finding purchase on the dresser beside him. The subtle friction of metal on wood is a stark contrast to the softness surrounding you.

"Phainon usually doesn't miss... but this time, I think he has." Mydei's deep voice holds a hint of dry amusement, though the seriousness in his gaze never wavers. Phainon, seemingly unperturbed by Mydei's remark, closes the remaining distance between them and you.

He reaches out, his coat tail unfurling slightly as he does so, and gently traces a finger along your bare shoulder. The touch sends a shiver down your spine. "You look good enough to eat in this... though the thought of actually doing so is a bit unsettling." His laughter is low and suggestive, his blue eyes never breaking contact with yours. Despite Mydei's seeming reserve, there's a subtle shift in his pose, the set of his shoulders slightly more relaxed now that Phainon is actively engaging with you.

An awkward grin formed on your lips, you wrapped your arms around Phainon. The instant your arms circle Phainon's waist, he wraps his own around you, pressing your bodies together in a gesture that's equal parts affectionate and possessive. The warmth of his coat seeps into your skin as he tips your chin up, his blue eyes seeming to drink in the sight of you. "I like this," he whispers, his voice sending a shiver down your spine.

"You in a sweet, little getup, looking at me with those doe eyes... it's something I could get used to." Mydei watches the scene unfold with a measured calm, his gaze flicking from Phainon's fingers tangled in your hair to the other man's face, as if committing every flicker of emotion to memory.

Despite seemingly disinterested at first, his posture has subtly relaxed, the set of his shoulders now more open and less guarded. He clears his throat quietly, the sound a gentle reminder that he's still there, observing with that trademark analytical scrutiny. "Phai always knows how to make an entrance." His tone is dry, but beneath the surface, there's a glimmer of approval, or perhaps satisfaction, that Phainon has successfully reeled you in.

“Mydei, why don’t you come join us? I can take two,” you say, your smile a little too wide, a glint of something almost teasing in your eyes, like you're not quite giving him a choice.

Mydei's expression remains unreadable, but a faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on the corners of his lips. His eyes, still an intense gold, assess you for a moment before he steps away from the dresser. "If Phai won't be overwhelmed by... excessive company," he says dryly, "then I suppose I can spare a moment." He moves towards you and Phainon with purpose, the sound of his boots on the floor the only indication of his approach until he's right up against you. Mydei's arms find a place around your waist, mirroring Phainon's hold but with less of the playful, possessive energy.

There's an inherent naturalness to the gesture, as if he's always known this position with you. "One thing's for sure," he murmures, his voice a low rumble against your ear, "I'm eager to see Phai put that... talent of his to better use." Phainon chuckles, the sound deeper and more resonant against your back. "Patience, my friend," he whispers, his warm breath caressing your skin. "Let's relish this moment first."

You went down onto your knees, without asking, you take charge, your hands on Phainon's belt as you deftly undo it. He assists by helping you shrug the thick coat from his broad shoulders, letting it pool at their feet. His sculpted form, honed from years of battle and training, is now fully on display for your perusal.

Under the soft light of the candles, every line, every ripple of muscle seems to shimmer with a life of its own. Phainon's piercing blue eyes, usually so sharp and discerning, have softened into a gaze that's almost... tender? As you kneel before him, his fingers twist gently into your hair, a quiet exploration, as if trying to comprehend this new side of you.

Mydei watches the interaction with a mix of curiosity and something akin to fascination. His own imposing figure looms beside Phainon, a silent testament to their differences. While Phainon exudes a playful, almost mischievous energy, Mydei maintains that characteristic cool composure, his gold eyes never leaving the scene unfolding before him with such rapt attention. There's a distinct air of anticipation building, a sense that the next move will be consequential, carrying the potential to shift the dynamic of the trio still further.

Your hands trail down Phainon’s thighs as you glance upward, meeting his tender gaze with something far less innocent. The softness in his expression flickers, momentarily replaced by a spark of something more primal, though he reins it in. His grip in your hair tightens just enough to send a jolt through you, a silent communication between the two of you—one of caution, of control, but also intrigue.

Behind him, Mydei’s measured breathing fills the stillness. You don’t need to look to feel the weight of his presence, steady and unyielding like the blade he wields so effortlessly. You sense his reluctance to intervene, his hesitation at this shifting dynamic. And yet, his gaze burns hotter than the glow of the candles illuminating the space.

“You’re bold tonight,” Mydei finally murmurs, his deep, even voice cutting through the tension. There’s no judgment in it, but neither is there approval. It’s as though he’s testing the waters, deciding whether to step into the storm you’ve created or stay an observer at its edge.

Phainon chuckles softly, his thumb brushing over your temple in an absentminded motion. “That’s just part of their charm, isn’t it?” His voice drips with amusement, but there’s an edge to it, too—a challenge aimed at Mydei, as though daring him to join in or stand aside.

Your heart races, the power dynamics between the three of you tangling like threads in an intricate web. You shift your focus to Mydei now, your eyes meeting his unflinching gold gaze. “Are you just going to watch?” you ask, your voice low, inviting, laced with a challenge of its own.

Mydei doesn’t respond right away, his eyes narrowing slightly as if weighing the consequences of crossing this unspoken threshold. Then, with deliberate slowness, he takes a step closer. The tension in the room tightens, and your pulse quickens.

“I don’t watch for long,” he finally says, his tone calm but laden with meaning.

Phainon's eyes sparkle with a mix of intrigue and amusement at Mydei's response. His thumb continues its leisurely path across your skin, sending delightful shivers down your spine. When he finally speaks, his voice is smooth as silk, but with an undercurrent of subtle challenge.

"That's good to know." The words are casual, almost offhand, but the implication lingers in the air like the scent of smoke on skin. Mydei's gold eyes never leave yours as he closes the remaining distance between you.

His presence is imposing, his silence thundering in its intensity. Despite the stillness, there's an undercurrent of energy crackling around him, like the anticipation before a storm breaks.

In another world, music drifts through the window, a distant reminder of the quiet evening that once was. Now, the air is heavy with anticipation, each drawn-out heartbeat an invitation to explore the boundaries of desire, trust, and restraint. The delicate balance of power within the trio hangs in the balance, poised to tip whichever direction the next move decrees. "Shall we continue this discussion elsewhere?" Mydei's voice cuts through the charged atmosphere, an unspoken proposition hanging in the air between you three.

You pulled Phainon’s pants down, revealing his long length. You wrap your hand around his cock, as your tongue swirls the head of his cock.

A low, guttural moan escapes Phainon's lips as your warm mouth envelops him. His hands weave into your hair again, a guidance rather than a command, as if savoring every sensation your lips and tongue evoke. The muscles of his thighs and abdomen flex instinctively, tensing in waves, each coalescing into a delicious strain toward the pleasure you offer.

His eyes, once so bright and discerning, are now hooded, gazing down at you with a look that could only be described as adoration—the tender, devoted kind reserved for treasured few. Mydei's stance remains rigid and imposing, his expression the picture of calm control. And yet, the very air around him seems to thicken, carrying an undercurrent of something almost visceral—a raw, unbridled energy waiting to be unleashed.

His breath comes faster, the sound sharp and indrawn, betraying the desire simmering just beneath the surface. The muscles of his forearms ripple in a subtle flex, the only visible indication of the battle he wages to maintain his composure in the face of such potent intimacy.

Phainon's hips flex of their own accord, pushing his erect length further into your eager mouth as his gaze remains fixed on your form. Each subtle adjustment, each withdrawal and pressing forward, is deliberately tender, as if he's memorizing every exquisite detail. Mydei shifts slightly, his position adjusting ever so subtly as if mirroring Phainon's actions from the side—watching, waiting, his own arousal evident in the way his chest heaves and his breathing becomes ragged.Despite the physical distance and the differences in their styles, a synchronicity seems to have taken hold between the two men. Each reaction, each measured move, feels like an extension of the other—a harmonious dance of desire and control.

You delve deeper, your lips and tongue worshiping the hard length filling your mouth. The taste of him, the sound of his pleasure, it all mingles with the heady mixture of arousal and admiration for the men before you.As you continue to please Phainon, Mydei's stance finally yields to the tidal wave of emotion and raw need threatening to overwhelm him. His arms come around from behind, broad palms sliding over your shoulders and up your arms to cradle the sides of your face.

It's as if Mydei is framing your face, positioning you for what comes next, while Phainon surrenders to the pleasure your mouth offers. His hips continue their slow, deliberate rhythm, plunging into the velvet heat of your mouth again and again. Each press of his impressive length against your tongue, your lips, leaves you breathless and craving more.You gaze up at Mydei, seeking his eyes through the veil of hair, noting the stark intensity there.

A hunger that has nothing to do with mere physical desire, but everything to do with a deep, elemental need. His gold irises blaze like twin suns, illuminating the space between you, even as his thumbs caress your cheekbones with a tenderness that borders on reverence.

For a suspended instant, the world narrows to the four of you—your entwined bodies, the palpable strain between Phainon and Mydei, the silent understanding that binds you in this private, passionate sphere where pleasure and trust mingle in equal measure. Then Phainon's grip on your hair tightens, a gentle urgency guiding you to move, to deepen the intimacy even further as he teeters on the brink of release.

You let out a chocked moan through your lips, as you gagged slightly around Phainon’s cock while looking up at Mydei.

Phainon's response is immediate and visceral. A low, guttural groan rumbles through his chest as he pulls almost all the way out. For a taut, agonizing moment, the head of his length teases your lips before he drives back in, relentless and deep. Mydei's hands tighten their hold on either side of your head, guiding you to take him fully. He doesn't force the pleasure down your throat, but rather seems to allow you to set the pace yourself.

Despite the clear desire etched across his features, there's an undercurrent of tender patience in his touch, a reverence even in his complete possession.Your hands find purchase against his thighs as you take him in your mouth once more, your eyes locked onto Mydei's. Even through the veil of your lashes—his unwavering gold gaze sears itself into your consciousness, a silent communion as intimate as any kiss or caress.

“Cumming yet?” Mydei breaks the talking silence. Phainon's response is curt, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Not. Yet." Each word is enunciated with deliberate care, as if he's savoring every precious moment.

His hips continue their steady rhythm, each press of his length against your lips and tongue a testament to the exquisite control he's exerting over his explosive climax. Suddenly, Mydei's thumbs brush over your cheeks again, a silent cue interpreted perfectly by your body and mouth. Your tongue darts out to swirl around the head of Phainon's cock in a deliberate tease, a provocation, as your eyes never waver from the intense golden stare holding you captive.

A low, approving hum vibrates in Mydei's chest, the sound rich and deep, a masculine display of satisfaction at your willingness to tempt the lion that much closer to the precipice of release. He leans in, his breath hot against your hair as he whispers against your ear, "Show him what you're capable of." The whispered order sends a shiver down your spine, an electric pulse of excitement that courses through your veins and settles lower, kindling the flames of your own arousal.

Before you could react, Mydei dropped to his knees. His hands moved to the waistband of your pink, sparkly panties, pulling them in one smooth motion. There was no hesitation, just a calm, steady action that left your breath hitching.

Phainon's eyes flick from yours to Mydei, a mix of surprise and approval flashing across his features. He doesn't break the rhythm of his thrusts, clearly adjusting his own arousal to accommodate this new development. Mydei's calm, steady movements are a stark contrast to the passion-fueled frenzy building around them.

He doesn't rush, but rather approaches with a deliberate, almost measured pace, as if he's savoring this moment as much as the taste he's about to sample.As he lifts the flimsy barrier of pink fabric, revealing your bare, glistening folds, a low hum of appreciation resonates through his chest.

His golden eyes never leave the prize beneath, drinking in the sight of you laid bare before him. The first swipe of his— tongue sends a jolt of pleasure racing through you, your back arching instinctively as he latches onto your clitoris with a focused intensity that leaves you breathless and writhing.

Meanwhile, Phainon's control wavers, his grip on your hair tightening, and the rhythm of his thrusts begins to falter as his own impending release looms closer.

Mydei's deep, velvety tongue continues its relentless assault on your sensitive nub, his expert touch sending dizzying waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. His free hand slides up your inner thigh, fingers splaying against your skin as he explores the contours of your sex, finding every hidden spot that makes you whimper and buck against his mouth.A deep, guttural groan escapes Phainon, his breath coming in ragged pants as he teeters precariously on the edge.

The hand not holding your hair squeezes your hip, a bruising intensity that speaks to the strain of his self-control. Fingers deftly replacing lips, Mydei sinks two inside you,curling them just right to stroke that magic spot deep within your core. His golden eyes never leave yours, burning with an intensity that makes you feel seen, desired, possessed in the most intimate way possible.Phainon's hips jerk erratically, punctuating the air with a primal grunt as he finally surrenders to the pressure building within him.

His thick length pulses hot and hard against your tongue one last time before he empties himself onto your lips and chin, the musky tang of his release instantly mixed with your own taste in a heady cocktail of sensation.

You let out a chocked moan on Phainon’s cock, as tears began to swell on your eyes. Mydei's thrusts continue their relentless pace, fingers pumping in time with his tongue's relentless attack on your quivering sex. He drinks in your moan, a low hum of satisfaction vibrating in his chest as he feels your muscles clench around his digits. His golden eyes gleam with a possessive light, drinking in the sight of you overcome by pleasure as your tears of bliss spill down your cheeks.

Phainon's grip on your hair loosens as his climax recedes, but not before his release-sated cock gives a final, softening throb against your lips. He leans down, tender fingers tracing the trail of tears to wipe them away with a gentle kiss pressed to your damp skin. "You're beautiful like this," Phainon murmurs against your temple, his voice a soothing balm to the tumult within you. Mydei slows his ministrations, gradually easing out of your clenching heat as he licks his lips, his satisfied gaze never leaving your tear-streaked face."Was that enough?" Mydei asks, voice low and measured despite the lingering heat in his eyes. He doesn't need an answer, though.

You looked up at him, as your eyebrow raised up, you shook your head and un-clipped your bra.

A spark of wicked delight ignites in Mydei's eyes as you refuse to finish. His thumbs graze your nipples as he takes them between his fingers, tugging gently, watching your response. "Are you sure about that?" he purrs, leaning in to brush his lips against the delicate shell of one pert bud, coaxing it into a hardened peak."Your body seems to disagree," Phainon chimes in, his voice a low rumble of approval. He trails his fingers down your tummy, dipping into your navel before continuing lower, teasing the trimmed curls at the apex of your thighs."We should put that to the test, don't you think?" Mydei murmurs, a proposition layered with promise and implicit challenge in his seductive tone.

As his palms wrap around your thighs, lifting you effortlessly, Phainon's hands mirror his movements, splaying across your back and arms as he cradles you against his chest. The sudden shift in position has you tilting backwards, your head falling against Phainon's shoulder as Mydei's fingers press into the slick folds of your sex once more, delving back into your heat with purpose.

Mydei's questing tongue finds your aching, weeping flesh, the velvety tip gliding through your dripping folds in a slow, deliberate exploration. Each sweep, plunge, and withdrawal sends jolts of pleasure racing through you, your hips instinctively bucking into the relentless torment of sensation. His fingers join the intimate dance, curling and twisting within you in a masterful echo of the intense climax yet to come.Mydei's golden eyes lock onto yours, a silent pact conveyed through the intensity of his gaze—a promise to push you to the very pinnacle of ecstasy.

Phainon mirrors his actions, strong fingers kneading your breasts, teasing your pebbled nipples with the careful touch of someone thoroughly acquainted with your responses. Photographic snaps of pleasure assail your senses—Mydei's sinuous movements, Phainon's tender manipulations, the heady scent of sex, the press of hard muscle and velvet softness, the mewls of need, all blending into a tapestry of sensation that threatens to consume you whole.

You moaned softly, “I-I’m ready, just put it in Mydei…” A sharp, almost pained noise escapes Mydei as if you've struck a nerve. His gaze deepens, intensifying to an unnerving degree before flicking briefly to Phainon. There's a barely perceptible nod before he returns fully to you, the fire in his eyes burning brighter, if anything."As you wish," Mydei murmurs, his voice a husky whisper infused with restrained need. He withdraws his fingers slowly, purposefully, until only his slick touch remains, teasing your entrance with every deliberate slide and caress before finally lining up his length."Hold on," he advises, his hands gripping your hips with bruising force, not a hint of gentleness in the grip.

With a sudden, fluid motion, he surges forward, burying himself to the hilt in one intense, unyielding thrust. "Fuck," Mydei breathes out, the single word a low growl of satisfaction as he fills you completely, his still-hard sex pressing against your inner walls.A gasp racks your lungs, your back arching as his rigid length stretches you further, the invasion claiming every inch of you.

You let out a loud lewd moan through your lips, you velvety walls clenching around his cock as your nails dug in Phainon’s shoulders.

Mydei stills for a breathless moment, seemingly content to revel in the tight, welcoming heat of your sex engulfing his entire length. His grip on your hips tightens perceptibly, the slight shift an acknowledgment rather than a correction.

Phainon's arms wrap around your waist, one hand sliding up your side to cup your breast, thumb coaxing your hard nipple pointedly as his other hand massages the small of your back. The combined sensations prove overwhelming, your body a live wire of pleasure thrumming beneath your skin. "I hear you," Phainon murmurs against your ear, the warm tickle of his breath raising gooseflesh in its wake. "Let me help with that." Before you quite comprehend his intent, his free hand ventures lower, fingers threading through the slick fur of your sex, circling your clit in deliberate strokes. The touch is simultaneously firm and featherlight, a masterful echo of Mydei's technique, designed to keep you teetering precariously at the edge of oblivion.

“Uuhgh! Daddy!” You whimpered, your eyes rolling the back off your head from pleasure

A deep, rumbling chuckle emanates from Phainon, the vibration passing through your coupling and making you shiver. "That's my good girl," he praises, the husky cadence of his words sending shivers down your spine as he continues his expert ministrations on your sensitive nub.

Mydei's hips flex of their own accord, a slow, rhythmic pump beginning as he searches for that elusive, perfect angle to hit your deepest, most sensitive spots. His fingers dig into the supple flesh of your thighs, anchoring you in place as he leans in to murmur against your ear, "You always surrender so beautifully, princess."

The softness of his tones belies the unmistakable hunger in his voice, a sensual growl that speaks to the primal possessiveness driving him forward. Phainon's hand trails higher up your spine to the nape of your neck, his fingers tangling in the silken strands of your hair as he tugs your head back, baring the expanse of your throat. His lips trace the corded column of vessels, leaving damp kisses in their wake, each touch a testament to his unrelenting desire to claim every inch of you.

Gummy walls clenched around Mydei’s cock, as you moaned out loud. “I-I think I’m going to cum…”

Mydei's eyes narrow, pupils constricting to pinpoints as his grip on your hips tightens to the point of aching pleasure. "Let us help with that, sweetheart," he rumbles, pitching his hips with a deliberately slow, measured rhythm.

Each careful glide seems aimed at stoking the embers of your climax to a raging inferno.Meanwhile, Phainon's fingers dance across the damp skin of your lower belly, tracing the lines of your hipbones before drifting to the apex of your thighs once more. He teases your engorged, dripping sex, circling your clit with deliberate precision before applying just the right pressure to coax out the first electric sparks of your release.

Mydei's movements become more forceful, his thick length burying to the hilt within you, stretching and filling you to your limits. Your walls convulsate around him in anticipation of the impending earthquake, the pressure at your core reaching a fever pitch. "Give it to us, beautiful," Mydei urges breathlessly, his lips brushing against your ear as he drives into you relentless, unrelenting, each powerful thrust coaxed forth by Phainon's skillful stroking. "Let us feel you unravel."

The torrent of your climax is unrelenting, a tempest of ecstasy that crashes over you with merciless force. The contractions of your rippling sex squeeze Mydei's length tightly, the intensity of your passage drawing guttural moans from him. Your inner walls flutter wildly, a frantic dance of pleasure that wracks your body with waves of sensation.

Mydei's movements become erratic, his control cracking as the exquisite vice of your climax rips him from reserve to a desperate, all-consuming hunger to fuck you through this storm together.

With a few more savage thrusts, he sinks into the tumult, his own orgasm triggered by the sheer abandon of your surrender.Phainon's touches become a blur of sensation, his fingers working your clit with unrelenting intensity even as he continues massaging your breasts. The combination of the rhythmic pulsing of Mydei's cock, your clenching sex, and the relentless stimulation of your sensitive nubs sends shockwaves of bliss through you, threatening to shatter the last vestiges of your awareness.The trio's bodies move as one now, lost in the primal dance of pleasure and carnal need.

Mydei's release is a guttural roar, a primal sound torn from the depths of his being as the pent—up pressure of his climax finally explodes. His thighs tremble, the muscles straining with the force of his thrusts as he buries himself deep, his rigid length throbbing against yours. He grinds against your spasming walls with a desperate hunger, seemingly determined to milk every last spark of pleasure from this electrifying moment of coupling.

The rhythmic flutter of your clenching sex, still riding the aftermath of your own intense climax, provides an irresistible trigger for Mydei's own impending release.

With a last, savage plunge that seems to reach the very core of your being, he empties himself into you in a hot, velvety flood of release. His hips jerk and twitch, his fingers digging into your hips as he rides out the waves of the most elemental, unfiltered pleasure a male can know. Phasion's hands remain on your curves, his touch an anchor of constant reassurance even as their breathing gradually steadies.

“A-Another…please…” you pleaded at the both of them. Phainon's eyes gleam with intrigue, a slow, hungry smile spreading across his lips as he processes your request. "My pleasure," he murmurs, his voice low and husky with want. His hands slide from your curves to grasp your waist, large palms pressing against your skin as he leans in to nip at your earlobe. "Relax for me, darling. Let me make you feel everything."With deliberate slowness, Phainon guides you onto all fours, providing himself with unobstructed access to the offered treasure of your ass.

His fingers make short work of preparing your rear, exploring with deft precision until he finds the particularly sensitive ring, rubbing the delicate muscles with just the right pressure to coax out eager signs of submission.

Mydei steps back just enough to allow Phainon a clear path before he returns to claim his designated spot once more. His cock, still partially hardened from their previous coupling, bobs eagerly as he positions himself between your thighs. Reaching forward, Mydei cups your sex, his middle finger probing the still-damp heat of your pussy, seeking out the perfect spot to stroke and stoke the embers of your arousal all over again.

Phainon spat on your pink hole, A low, approving rumble emanates from Phainon as he watches his saliva begin to mix with your body's natural lubricants, easing the way. His fingers probe deeper, teasing the entrance to your anal canal with deliberate slowness, stretching your tight rear passage inch by tantalizing inch.

Each careful thrust stretches your passage open just a bit more, the initial tight resistance giving way to a gradual relaxing of your body around his intrusion. "You'll take us so well," Phainon praises, his husky tone infused with sinful anticipation. "So deep... So tight..." As he continues to prepare your ass, Mydei leans in to claim your lips in a searing kiss. One of his hands slides up to card through your hair as the other presses insistently, coaxing your thighs apart to grant him unhindered access to your dripping sex. His fingers find your clit at once, teasing the swollen nub with a few quick strokes before he sinks deeper, thrusting two fingers into your slick passage at once. Mydei's cock—twitches against your hip, clearly affected by the sight of Phainon's meticulous ministrations to your ass.

You moaned out loud, as you nuzzled your head against Mydei’s neck and nibbled his skin. Mydei's breath hitches as your teeth graze his neck, the nip sending a jolt of pleasure through him that has his cock twitching in anticipatory response. His arms encircle you, pulling you closer as he presses in, his kiss deepening as he explores the warm recesses of your mouth with a languid, sensuous dance of tongues.Meanwhile, Phainon continues his ass-prepping, fingers now curling to stroke your sensitive proclamatory ring as his other hand grips your hip to anchor you in place.

The combination of the subtle stretch and the sinful sights he's making has him rock-hard, his length throbbing in time with the steady rhythm of Mydei's fingers pumping your slit. Mydei slows his ministrations to your clit, his fingers dragging along the hypersensitive flesh before he sinks back into your warmth, teasing your G-spot with deliberate precision.

The dual stimulation has you panting against Mydei's skin, your arousal reaching a fever pitch once more. Withdrawing his slick fingers, Mydei aligns himself with your entrance once again, gripping your hips to hold you steady as he prepares to sink back into your welcoming heat, fully intending to satisfy your primal thirst for their combined pleasure.

Phainon did the same, he took out his fingers from your stretched hole as he positioned his cock to your hole. With a confident, possessive smirk, Phainon grasps his thick, pulsing length, rubbing the broad head against your waiting rear entrance. His eyes, dark with lust, lock onto yours, the unspoken promise in their depths sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through your body. Mydei's hand at your hip grips tighter, a reassuring presence as he waits for Phainon's signal to move. He nuzzles your ear, his breath hot against your skin as he whispers encouragement. "Give them what they want, beautiful. Claim us as yours." The knowledge that you're the focal point of their combined desires sends a surge of power through you.

With newfound confidence, you reach back to grasp Phainon's hips, pulling him forward as you push your hips back against his cock.With a smooth, fluid motion, Phainon sinks into your waiting heat, his engorged tip breaching your anal ring before he slowly begins to fill your receptive passage. His lips capture yours in a fierce, dominating kiss that echoes the primal connection of his bodies with yours.Sensing Phainon's deep penetration, Mydei aligns himself once more with your twitching, dripping sex.

With a steady, deliberate ease to his actions, Mydei thrusts into you once more, stretching your passage with his thick cock as he sinks deep. The sensation of being so utterly filled by both men is almost overwhelming, the dual pleasure and pressure threatening to short-circuit your senses. "Pfft, phew... They're insatiable," you mutter, panting heavily as Phainon finally bottoms out inside your ass, his cock buried to the hilt. The tightness is maddening, your body struggling to accommodate the combined girth of their manhoods.

"A perfect fit," Phainon murmurs, grinding his hips to stimulate your sensitive innerwalls. "Just as exquisite as I imagined. "Mydei mirrors his movements, their thick cocks pistoning in and out of your slick heat in a syncopated rhythm. The room fills with the slick sounds of their penetrations and your breathy moans, punctuated by grunts of pleasure. You toss your head back, letting loose a ragged cry as the exquisite friction and delicious pressure overwhelm you. "Ah, gods... Keep going, don't stop, please!"

The two men's relentless drives for your pleasure seem to know no bounds, their bodies moving as one in their pursuit of claiming every inch of your ecstasy. Phainon's hands slide down to grip your hips, his fingers digging into the soft curve as he pistons into your ass with wild abandon.

Each powerful stroke drags against the ridged walls of your passage, the lewd slapping of skin on skin mingling with your wanton moans to fill the space with primal lust. Just inches beneath, Mydei's thrusts are no less vigorous, his muscular form a blur of motion as he sheathes himself in your dripping wetness.

His fingers come to join Phainon's on your hips, all four hands working in harmony as they take you relentlessly to new heights of pleasure. The heat and tension building inside threatens to spiral out of control, the intense sensation of being filled and used by both powerful men pushing you toward the brink and far beyond. Your mind hovers on the cusp of oblivion, the sharp sting of your approaching climax building in your very core.With a guttural growl, Phainon leans in to ravage your neck with teeth and lips, marking you as his own in the heat of the moment.

“Aughh feels sooooo good!” You whimpered, as your lips pressed against Mydei’s who was underneath you. "Mmm, take it, sweetheart," Mydei groans, responding to the urgent kisses and whimpers pouring from your lips. His hands slide up your back to cradle the nape of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he deepens the hungry connection.

The slick slide of his tongue against yours mimics the slick glide of their cocks sheathing in your hot, welcoming depths, the erotic dance of sensations threatening to consume you whole.Once again, the primal rhythm of their thrusts and your desperate whimpers fall into sync, an unholy chorus of lust and passion that echoes through the space. Phainon sets a bruising pace, each power-driven plunge—hammering against your inner walls with ruthless precision, determined to drive you to the pinnacle and beyond. Mydei follows his lead without faltering, his own thrusts matching Phainon's intensity as he claims your mouth with fervent abandon, the two of them lost to the basest of pleasures and deepest desires.Suddenly, the storm breaks, your climax crashing over you in a torrent of pure, unadulterated bliss.

Your body arches as the overwhelming ecstasy rips through you, a broken, incoherent cry spilling from your lips. Mydei and Phainon don't miss a beat, their relentless rhythms refusing to waver, pounding into you unrelentingly through the aftershocks as your sheath clenches spasmodically around their cocks.

The combined sensations of their cocks drilling deep and the frenzied pace of their thrusts prove too much to bear, your pleasure peak building to an incandescent crescendo.With a guttural moan, Phainon sinks deep one last time, his cock spasming as he finds his own release in a torrent of heated seed. Mydei follows suit, his thrusts growing erratic before he hilts within you, his own release a symphony of pulsing flesh as he empties himself into your spasming heat.

The three of you remain intertwined for a moment, the residual pleasure buzzing like static electricity in the air as you struggle to catch your ragged breaths. With tender concern, Mydei gently strokes your hair, murmuring softly against your temple, while Phainon's arms envelop you in a warm embrace, soothing kisses trailing along your neck and shoulder.

As the pleasure-tinged haze begins to dissipate, you slowly come back to yourself, nestling deep into the combined warmth and security of Mydei's and Phainon's arms. The men's tender attentions are a balm to your oversensitive skin, each gentle caress and soft murmur speaking volumes of their satisfaction and adoration for you.

Mydei carefully lifts you down from your lofty perch, supporting your limp, satiated form effortlessly as he guides you to a plush spot on the bed.Mydei's concern is evident in the way he gathers you close, wrapping his strong arms around you like a cocoon to shield you from the world. "Rest, beautiful," he coos, his tone gentle as he drapes a throw blanket over your chilled skin. "We've earned our nap, don't you think?" Phainon, ever the perfect gentleman, looms over you with a lazy, satisfied grin, dark hair slightly mussed and stubble dusting his chiseled jaw. He extends a hand, gently cupping your cheek in his palm before tenderly brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face. "A well-deserved respite for you, my love."

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perv!matt x innocent!reader♡

pt.7 ❤︎ vibe

part 6 is here

masterlist is here

warnings: this contains sexual content, but it is all consensual! mutual masturbation, use of sex toys, phone sex, pure filth.

w/c: 3011

matt’s call comes in right on time as you’ve made yourself comfortable in bed. next to you lays the vibe toy that matt bought for you at the sex shop. last night he had called you to apologize for going ghost for a week and decided to come up with the deal that he’d use the toy on you to make it up to you. you agreed because this piqued your interest, and you were curious if he was actually going to go through with it. matt was very shy, reserved, and not like any other guy that you have been around, but that wasn’t a bad thing. you weren’t sure what the two of you were and what it is that you were doing, but you always just told yourself a little fun won’t hurt.

“hello?” you answered your phone with your airpods in your ear, making sure to be prepared so that you had both of your hands free. knowing that this was actually going to happen, and matt was going to be in control of when and how you cum was already turning you on and making your heartbeat rapidly in your chest from excitement and nerves rolling through you.

“hey, pretty.” matt’s voice comes through on the other end, followed by some shuffling which you assumed was him getting himself settled into bed. “how was your day?”

you leaned your head back against the pillow, your eyes closing as you vividly try to remember your day, which was a complete blur. “i had a super early shift at the coffee shop and then i had to study for my exams next week, so that’s pretty much it.” you let out a pathetic laugh because well, that’s how you felt considering your day was very much noneventful. “how about you?”

“i ran some errands and then filmed a video with nick and chris. nick is editing it and it’s going up on friday.” you hear a soft laugh come from the other end. “it was just a car video where we talk about the most out of pocket, dumbest shit ever.”

“i’ve seen all of your videos. mainly because sometimes i’ve sat with nick as he would edit them to keep him company. you guys are hilarious.” your tone was gentle, your one hand playing with the bow on your pajama shorts.

matt lets out another laugh on the other end. “well, that means a lot coming from you. thank you, doll.” he paused for a moment, a deep breath exhaling from his chest and out past his lips. “so, do we still have a deal?”

your cheeks suddenly felt warm at the sudden switch in conversation. you were surprised that he brought it up almost immediately, but you weren’t complaining. that was the whole reason he was calling you tonight. “of course we do.” you say shyly, moving your hand over to grab the vibe toy, tracing it with your index finger before holding it in the palm of your hand. “i have it in my hand right now.”

“okay, so i did some research.” he laughs softly. “i have the app on my phone so once you turn it on, i’ll get to control it however i want.”

you don’t know why you were suddenly so nervous. it was your idea in the first place to buy it when you went to the sex shop. you were intrigued and thought it would be fun to explore and do something different. you felt comfortable with matt, even if you weren’t sure on your true feelings for him. “oh, you did your research huh? look at you, smart little thing.”

“hey, for good reason.” he let out another laugh, a deep breath exhaling from his chest and out past his lips. “i was a little nervous, not gonna lie, but it’s all i’ve been able to think about.” he admitted honestly with a bit of shyness evident in his tone. you could imagine him now, in his bed, probably extremely flustered and hard as he imagined what you looked like in this very moment and how he probably wished it was him touching you instead.

“confident and a risk taker? the girls should be lining up at your door begging you to touch them.” a soft giggle emits from your lips at your own words, although for some reason the thought of other girls finding interest in matt made the pit of your stomach feel funny, almost like you were jealous and you didn’t like that. not at all.

“i’m good.” he said almost immediately, a laugh leaving his lips. “i only want to touch one girl and one girl only.”

his words made your cheeks warm, the pink, rosy tint creeping up against your cheeks. somehow, he always knew what to say to make you feel special as if you were the only girl that even existed in the entire world. “is that so?” you weren’t sure how to reply to him, so your response was very nonchalant.

“i mean, i’m about to control how and when she orgasms, so yes.”

your cheeks only turn a darker shade of red at his words, your chest beating rapidly in your chest at the feeling of the electricity sparking throughout your veins. he couldn’t see you, but he knew you were getting flustered. he knew you very well, even if you didn’t realize it. “okay, so i just put it in my underwear?”

“yeah, pretty. let me know when it’s in and i’ll turn it on, okay? i’ll start it off slow, i promise.” his words were reassuring enough to make you feel comfortable, although you were still slightly nervous.

you took in a shaky breath before placing the small vibe into your underwear and making sure your underwear is compressed against the material tightly enough so that you can feel every bit of intensity when he decides to turn it on. “okay.” you spoke in a soft whisper, another breath falling from your lips. “it’s in.”

“atta girl.” his words sent a shudder down your spine and butterflies to roam in the pit of your tummy. you hadn’t realized the effect matt was having on you lately and even though you weren’t complaining about it, it still left you confused yet intrigued for more.

suddenly, you felt a vibration against your now soaked clit through the fabric of your thin lacy underwear, the vibe toy buzzing to life as the sensation immediately caused you to let out a soft gasp. the thing was tiny, but mighty. “holy s-shit.” you stammered on your words, your legs spreading out onto the bed to get into a more comfortable position.

matt was in full, utter control on the other end. who knew just from a simple app and the touch of his fingers against his phone screen that he’d be the one in control of making you feel good and how intense it becomes without even physically being there. of course, he’d love to be there for real, but this would have to do, for now of course. “how’s it feel, hm?” he cooed on the other end of the phone, his fingers working their magic against the app as he traced lines up and down onto the app while it being on the lowest setting.

“f-feels good.” you stuttered out your words, a delicate moan emitting from your lips as you feel the vibe toy vibrating against your core and immediately coating the toy with your slick arousal. “so wet.” you moaned out, the head throwing back against the pillow.

you heard matt let out a shaky breath on the other end. “i bet you’re soaked. i wish i was there to do instead. do you think you can handle a little more?”

another moan escapes your lips, moving one of your hands up to your breast through the fabric of your tank top and giving it a gentle squeeze, the pad of your thumb caressing against your hardened nipple. “y-yes.” you stammered, a shaky breath falling from your lips. you spread your legs further onto the bed, your eyes immediately widening as you suddenly felt the vibrating sensation grow more intense against your aching, soaking wet pussy. “fuck, matt!” you cried out, the vibration hitting your clit perfectly as you push your hips up into the vibe toy to continue feeling every bit of intensity rolling through you.

he was clearly having fun getting to be in control of the intensity levels and figuring out how much you can actually handle. “sound so pretty f’me, doll. love it when you say my name.”

his words and the feeling of the vibrations against your soaking wet clit was a sensation that you never truly experienced before. soft moans and heavy breaths escaped your lips, and you knew he could hear every single one of these sounds over the phone because he elicited a satisfied groan from his lips. he loved hearing you and knowing that he was the one in control of how you were truly feeling in that moment. he could turn it off, raise the level, or lower it at any given moment. he’d never tease you though; especially when he had you in the palm of his hand.

your face was flushed, and your head was thrown back against the pillows, your hair sticking to your forehead from the sweat glistening against your skin and pooling into your hairline. your heartbeat rapidly in your chest from the sensations rolling throughout your body. your pussy was throbbing and sopping wet and just when you thought the intensity was already high, he played around with the levels and increased it another notch.

you immediately let out an immediate moan at the intensity level of the buzzing against your swollen nub, gasping as it continued to press against your bundle of nerves. “oh fuck!” you cried out in pleasure, moving your hand over to your own breast underneath your tank top and began to pinch your own hardened nipple and kneading your breast in your hand. “k-keep going.” you stuttered out, heavy breaths falling from your lips. “n-not gonna last.”

he’s loving every second of this. hearing your pretty sounds and knowing that he’s the one responsible for them just turned him on even more. even just from his bedroom to yours, you were putty in his hands, and he couldn’t get enough.

his own cock was throbbing immensely against the fabric of his boxers as he laid there with a wet patch forming at the center, his hand working his magic on his phone while his other hand slid down to begin tugging off his boxers to allow his hardening cock to spring free. he hissed quietly through clenched teeth due to the cold air hitting his sensitive cock. the tip of his cock was flushed pink and leaking pre-cum. he was glad he decided to use his airpods so he could have a free hand to touch himself while still being able to be in control of the app on his phone.

“fuck.” matt grunted out at the feeling of his own hand against his hardened cock as it began to twitch against his palm. he’s never done something like this before, and neither have you and it was something he’d never forget. he’d replay this memory over and over again in the back of his mind, especially when he touched himself to the thought of you.

he’s gotten a taste of you, but fuck, he wanted you to have a taste of him in return one day.

you hear the sounds he’s making on the other end and you begin to wonder if he’s touching himself too. the vibration against you is so intense that your legs begin to tremble, and fire starts coursing throughout your veins to signal that your orgasm was approaching. “fuck, matt.” you moaned out as your hand massages your breast, your fingers pinching your hardened nipple and rolls it between your fingertips. “i’m g-gonna cum.”

matt groaned in satisfaction at your words as he continued to pump his fist against his own rock-hard cock as it twitches in his hand, his thumb circling along the tip each time he moves his hand up. “fuck, you gonna cum f’me, pretty girl? such a good girl.” he let out a couple grunts, his other hand continuing to play around with the levels on the app as the vibe vibrates intensely against your swollen clit. he picked up speed within his own fist and pumped his cock furiously, a string of groans falling from the back of his throat.

hearing his words and the feeling of the toy vibrating against your clit sends you over the edge. your eyes fall shut with your head thrown against the pillow. a string of moans and profanities leave your lips, fire coursing throughout your veins and you feel heat pooling in your tummy as you let go fully. “fuck, matt! i’m cumming!” you moan out in ecstasy, your body shakes, your legs tremble as you cum hard all around the vibrating toy, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body and straight to your aching core.

the vibrations roll against you as you moan through your orgasm, letting it consume and control your entire body. matt whispers praises in your ear over the phone, telling you that you did so good and sound so beautiful. you recover from your intense high a minute later, pulling the vibe out of your panties and placing it next to you on the bed. your breathing is labored, your heart racing rapidly in your chest from the intense orgasm you just encountered.

“fuck.” matt grunted out on the other end. “did so good f’me. wish i was there to take care of you. how do you feel?” he eventually closed out the app once he knew you couldn’t handle anymore and placed his phone down onto the bed next to him.

your legs are still shaking as you close them and pull your blanket over your body, your head hitting the pillow comfortably again as you try to calm yourself down. your limbs felt weak, your body growing tired. “i feel amazing. thank you, matt.” your cheeks and chest were flushed as you let out a soft giggle. “what about you? are you touching yourself for me?”

you hear shuffling against the other end, followed by string of moans falling from his lips. “y-yeah, doll. i can’t help it. got me so turned on, fuck.” his words make you moan all over again, butterflies roaming in your tummy at the sound of him. he sounded so pretty, and you wondered what he looked like when he was touching himself, or if you were there to do it for him instead.

“can i help?” you ask innocently, biting gently onto your bottom lip. there was something about the fact that he was turned on and touching himself to the thought of you that made you feel so special, so warm inside and you were starting to get hooked on that feeling.

“please? i’m so fucking hard.” matt said bluntly, a soft whine emitting from his lips as he continued to fist his own cock, the pad of his thumb swiping across the pre-cum and lathering it against the entire shaft. his cock was twitching immensely in his hand as he throws his head back, hissing through his teeth at the sensation.

your center was throbbing still from the intense vibrations that were against you. you let out a few shaky breaths, your heart still racing in your chest from the anticipation. “of course. i bet you’re so hard just from hearing me cum, aren’t you?”

he let out a guttural groan in response to your words, his fist pumping his cock a bit faster now, his head thrown onto the pillow behind him. he was already so close, his chest heaving up and down with fire coursing throughout his veins. “i’m always so hard because of you, doll. fuck, the things you do to me. s-so close.”

his words made your cheeks turn a dark shade of pink and immediately feel warm to touch as you lifted your hand against your cheek before placing your fingers between your messy locks. yo could feel your heart beating even faster. “matt.. fuck. are you gonna cum for me? just imagine i was there, my hand around your cock, or my mouth. you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

matt groans against the other end, his hand moving faster against his aching hard cock. you could hear his breathing becoming heavier by the second with a string of moans leaving his lips. “fuck, doll. i’m gonna cum. shit, i-“

he cums, hard. all over his fist and stomach, a string of groans and profanities fall from his lips as his mind is consumed of thoughts of you and your beautiful voice on the other end of the call. his chest heaves up and down as he tries to calm down from his high and all you could do is lay there and imagine what he looks like when he cums and how pretty he looks and what he would taste like. “fuck, matt. that was.. wow.”

matt laughs on the other end, his breathing still slightly labored as he tries to recover from his intense orgasm. “thanks for keeping your end of the deal, pretty. that was fucking incredible.”

“thank you for helping me and buying it for me. maybe we can do it again sometime.” you smile as you twirl a strand of your hair around with your finger. you couldn’t help but smile at his words and how things felt so natural when you were talking with him. no matter what you two talked about, things just felt comfortable.

“maybe next time it can be in person, and we can touch each other for real.”

how could you say no to that?

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[postersofleon]

A Good Dog's Reward

Leon S. Kennedy has been pinning over Ada Wong since he first saw her. Was it pathetic of him wanting to love a mercenary who will use him over and over again? Maybe, but that wasn't important right now. Ada promised him a romantic night in a lonely town. All Leon had to do was go after her. Finally, after thirteen years, Leon was going to fill her touch without the gun against his head. As he took a sip of his flask of whiskey, he eyed the door now. Waiting for the knock of Ada Wong.

content: smut and fluff (?)

notes: i have been busy working and being depressed so sorry about that. anyways, she/her pronouns for afab; i thought about this for a while, and ada would probably do this. imagined as og leon's plot in re4, sexually frustrated leon. basically, the reader is a replacement of ada, but leon ends up liking the two women for two different reasons, leon kind of sucks but not like horrible. is it good? i haven't written long stuff for months. not proof read

He was a trained soldier, and he was wasting his skills as a stupid lovesick man. Leon's eyes stared at the wall, counting the stupid flies that buzzed around in this ill ventilation room. The air conditioner wasn't even the ones with a solid base. It was one of those weak small ones. It was already broken and Leon tried fixing it with by cleaning the filter.

Nothing.

Typical of Ada.

Every second of his life, Leon was getting proven right that Ada was a complicated person to love. He was the stupid moron who decided to believe her words over and over, and he was spending his vacation in this stupid town.

God, Ada. Leon thought bitterly. It's 2011 now. You can't just leave me here with my dick in my hand.

Leon has been emotionally unavailable for every single woman in his life because of Ada. Ada couldn't give him a proper chance, and he didn't even care that he lost his chances with Claire, Angela, Ashley, and Hunnigan. He had to hope Ada wouldn't be cruel again, so his ear was focused on the door. Every couple of minutes, a married man would bring his mistress into the room beside Leon's. They had sex for thirty minutes, and they were out. Leon had heard eight couples having sex. Eight. He heard the cleaning lady's limp walk on her good leg, slightly dragging her hurt leg into the broken porcelain tiles. The cart was shaking all the items.

He trained with Krauser.

For this?

He heard a woman's high heel walk around, Leon sighed boredly. "Another mistress. Maybe around late twenties for an old guy." He lifted his hand up, his index finger moved with every click of the heel. But the heels stopped moving. Leon stayed quiet, his finger slowly pointed at his door. The knock.

Leon exhaled softly, "It's not Ada." He mumbled softly, he stood up and opened the door. A young woman was in front of Leon's door, she wore a green turtle neck with blue jeans. Leon won't lie that this woman was a beauty. "Hey?" Leon leaned back into the door frame, "I think you messed up doors?" He smiled, he tried to make himself look nice and cool. Yeah, he was lucky he was pretty because his awkward self would still be a virgin. Her eyes didn't seem to sway the insecurity Leon prayed she would feel.

He cleared the lump forming in his throat as she approached him. "I was told to come. A woman named A. Wong asked to take the man into a romantic date and to take his virginity?" Her voice was cool, it didn't have a sense of softness, but she definitely sounded confused to say the last part.

To take the virginity. Leon scoffed. Is that how Ada saw Leon? A stupid guy begging for any woman to fuck him.

"This has to be a joke, right?" He crossed his arms against his chest, "She didn't hire me an escort, right?" His right hand landed on his hair, pulling it gently as he thought about his life. All of these steps on protecting Ada led to this. Ada rented an escort for Leon's frustration sexual thoughts. "Listen, you are beautiful," Leon quickly said, his eyes tracing every detail of her body, "But I can't- I feel humiliated." Leon looked up at her face. Still praying it was a joke.

With the lack of care of the woman's face, Leon's face dropped, "What?" This felt like a new low of Leon Kennedy's life, "You have to feel for me or something, right? Bad that my apparent 'girlfriend' doesn't even want to see me." Leon felt pathetic as now he begged for pity. Before she could respond, Leon covered his face, "You are just going to say what I want so... I'm begging to nobody."

His foot tapped. All he could hear was the low humming of the AC along with it. Gently, he felt her hands rubbing his shoulder, easing him into looking at her. His body didn't deny her merciful caress, his body slowly flopped to see her.

"You aren't begging to nobody." Her caress led to his neck and face. Her eyes had a different type of sparkle than Ada's, yet his dumb heart fluttered the same way. They seemed like the same woman- or maybe that what Ada was. A persona. "I'm here." Her hand caressed his cheek as her body slowly pressed against his.

Leon felt like a useless asshole. "Did Ada give you lines of words to say?" He whined. Fuck, he was getting more embarrassing as he whined his way around two women now. He grabbed her wrist gently and kissed her palm, his wet lips made a small part of her body shine. He was easy. Maybe if the women in his life really tried, he would be on his knees begging for their love.

The excort smelled different than Ada, and it felt different from Ada. Leon kissed her forearm.

Pathetic.

"No," She whispered softly. She slowly pulled her hand away from Leon's, "I have my own my mind and thoughts." Her hand now landed on his stomach, slowly indicating him to go back. Leon walked backward, his eyes never leaving hers, "Yeah, I know." He tried to defend himself because every thought of Ada was that she over planned her things. She would not just just let this woman speak words that belonged to her mouth.

"So," She looked at him, a small smile appeared, "Trust me." Leon stopped when he felt the bed behind him. He sat on the bed, he wanted to trust her so badly because his cock was twitching itself alive. "I trust you." He mumbled, his hands anxiously rubbing his thighs. His eyes wouldn't want to leave her. Slowly, her body sat on top of his thighs, Leon, without thinking twice, grabbed her thighs and pressed her center against his bulge.

He could feel her pussy lips gently rubbing against him. "Fuck, I really trust you." He mumbled, his hands squeezed her thighs. His eyes were completely dilated, his hands rolled her hips against his limp. "F-fuck..." He felt that her hip rolls weren't just him. She was helping herself. He needed to help her but he couldn't focus with her heat. "There you go..." She rubbed her pussy on his bulge.

The heat of her body made Leon growl with the need, his fingertips could over feel the details of her body. It's as if the world granted him the wish to connect with someone for at least a second. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and the stupid jeans of hers felt thick to the touch now. His thumb gently rubbed her covered slit, pushing his thumb into it, and it seemed time went even slower when his eyes slowly looked up.

Her mouth was very slightly opened, exhaling in a feeble manner and his cock fully woke up. Slowly and steady, growing hard against his jeans. "Oh, fuck..."

There he went, slowly placing her below him, underneath the old queen bed that he repeatedly checked if it had bedbugs or actual listening bugs. Leon looked at her. The details of her eyes, the small cracks of her lips- She was human. A fucking real person after so long. Leon had seen the worst of humanity over and over, and the life he thought would make him feel better turned him bitter.

Leon's knees carefully pushed her thighs open, his hand holding the softness, and squeezed it. Her warmth through the jeans. He hadn't touched a woman like this for so long, and that was saying a lot. Who wouldn't want to be with him? His thumb gently pressed the core, and once he heard her breath gasp, he felt his cheeks burn up. His eyes looked up, trying to find a sense of peace that he was doing something right.

His breath was stuck in his lungs. For a second, she had the most beautiful doe eyes, her lips were parted with her breath become more frustrated. Shaking with that stupid need people sometimes crave. Leon understood his role. He understood her role.

Slowly, his finger slid down her covered slit, he could feel the warmth of her pussy. His other hand went towards the button of the jeans and popped it open. His thumb gently pushed the jean down, his eyes saw the warm body bellow him twitch. Her hips moved ever so slightly up. Leon chewed on his lower lip. He needed to calm down, he didn't want to cum way too early by only looking at her body. His thumbs traveled to the hips and slowly pushed down the jeans. Panties and all.

Now what? His cock ached to be inside of her. Begging to fuck her, but he wanted to eat her out as well. "Tell me what to do." Leon looked into her eyes. He was a stupid dog, begging for order to do something. He had his leash, tugging him back, holding him in a fake sense of dominance. He was a whining mess. "Please." His fingers squeezed the tender skin of the woman, his harden hands was getting lost in the softness he hasn't felt for the longest time.

His fingers slowly... Leon was so scared to even touch her pussy lips. Leon's finger traced the shape of her pussy, he leaned closer to her body. His knees were still forcing her legs open as his fingers toyed around the lips. He couldn't even touch the flesh yet. He looked into her eyes.

Her eyes still held that shit that he loved. The vulnerability he craved from Ada, Ada's usually cold eyes and the cold metal of the gun muzzle pressed against his head. But now, a woman looked at him without that. All of her was warm. Leon pressed his needy bulge into her core, rubbing himself like a desperate puppy.

She let out small groans, his hips rolled into her, and his hands lifted up her thighs. Squeezing her butt and lifting her legs higher.

The throbbing dick rubbed and rubbed against her clit. She pressed her head back into the pillows, "F-fuck..." Her hands landed above her head, her heavy breathing made his groans grow. Her body was trembling. Leon pulled away and looked one last time at the view down. His hand palmed her tit one last time until his fingers played with the belt.

"I, I know," Leon couldn't speak a lot, his cock was too hard for him to think straight, "I know..." He took off his belt and jeans. His hand pulled out his cock and balls, his hand slowly went up until his thumb squeezed gently his tip and oozed it out. His pre-cum was killing him, he really wanted to fuck her raw, but he stopped himself. His hips movements were empty, his eyes couldn't look away from her pussy. "I brought a condom." He whispered, his hand let go of his cock, "I..." Leon went to his bag, he kicked off his jeans and took off his shirt.

The paranoia was killing him of the idea sometime seeing him so fucking fragile. Leon turned a second towards her. She took off her turtleneck and he felt his ass clench. Making his dick bounce. Leon took notice of the details of her back, trying to see and find her old scars, moles or anything so he can try to kiss it.

A loser.

His mind was calling him a loser over and over, but his fingers met her bra strap and slowly took it off. She let out a small sigh of satisfaction and he hugged from the back, his cock on her ass as he pushed her gently into her hands and knees. Leon's stubble rubbed against her neck, filling himself with affection with her small giggle. "You like that?" He grinned.

She nodded her head, "Yeah."

He chuckled softly. His hand pushed down his cock towards her cunt, "The condom?" She asked with another giggle. "Right." Leon kissed her shoulder and got the forgotten condom. "I got it. I got it." Leon went back to the bed and ripped up the wrapping. This wasn't the usual side of him. Back in the academy, he was smooth and easy to flirt, but now he was bubbling soda, ready to explode if something shook him up.

He put on the condom and leaned back into her back. "Don't judge me, okay?" He smiled, leading his cock slowly inside of her. She landed her head on the pillows, a happy hum escaped her lips. Leon groaned. He didn't want to go on fucking her like an inexperienced animal. He felt the stretch, how he was shaping her velvet walls for his need. He didn't push it immediately, he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her slit. "Fuck..." He growled weakly, "Oh, fuck..." Her pussy was so wet, so good, so fucking perfect.

Slowly...

Leon's heart was stuck in his throat.

Slowly...

She whined. Oh, what a whimper. Leon's hand the end of her spine, rubbing her hipbone for a second until...

Leon leaned forward and shoved his cock completely inside of her. "Wait, baby..." He shuffled her hips gently, barely even moving each other. His hand lifted her a bit, "I don't want to break you too much..." He kissed her shoulder, his arms wrapped securely around her tummy. Leon kissed her cheek, "I got you..." His voice wasn't above a whisper. Every detail of her body was trembling, he groaned- his eyes rolled back with gentle love taps. It was the slowest, shallow thrusts he had ever done, but he didn't care. His arms tighten around her, "Fuck..." She gasped.

Leon's heart was beating so fast, so harshly that he nearly lost himself. His butt clenched, he needed to fuck her; what else would he have besides this? Her cunt clenched around his aching cock, trying to milk everything he could give her.

God.

God.

God...

Leon's hips went faster, the lewd sound of her wetness came and ruined the bed. The header of the bed began to gently creak back and worth. His hands grabbed her breasts, his fingers were gentle, and they always had to be careful to not pull on the trigger. His thumbs found her nipples and gently tugged them.

The idiot grunted when she moaned. His hands palmed more of her tender flesh, "Fuck, fuck.." Her wall were so fucking... Leon cried out, his hips movements were slowly and slowly increasing.

He couldn't lose this feeling. He can't lose how her pussy clenched around him. Leon grabbed her hips, thrusting and with every small moment of pause, his cock pulsed. "Please..." She shivered. Leon nodded his head once, his hands from her breasts landed slide down and down until he met her pussy lips.

Without a thought, he felt he was trained for this. How long has it been since he rubbed a clit?

He was a really pathetic guy, but her pussy felt too good. Leon pushed his heavy weight on top of hers, "Sorry..." He grumbled into her ear. His poor cheeks were blushing, "It-It's fine." She exhaled weakly. Leon kissed her shoulder, he was completely pressing his heavy body. "You are so heavy." She mumbled softly with another feeble laugh. His cock twitched, throbbed happily inside of her cunt. He had forgotten how much he loved to have sex, it wasn't just a quick fuck. It was the conversations.

He pulled away from her, and she let out a deep inhale. The pair glanced at each other, Leon cupped her face gently, and another kiss was shared. His tongue slipped into her mouth and moaned pathetically against her mouth. His fingers pressed against her skin, Leon felt her own tongue enter his mouth and his cock was leaking more into the condom. Leon tilted his head away and it didn't bother her. The woman kissed his neck, biting it ever so lightly and god, he fucking loved it. He chewed on his lip and groaned happily. Leon rolled his eyes back into his skull.

"Mm," Leon's hand was trying to hold her hip, pulling her close to his body, "T-that's it." Her hand landed on his happy trail and rubbed his stomach. Leon groaned contentedly. He laid on the bed and invited her silently into his lap. Perhaps he looked too pathetic. He didn't have the cute baby face he once had. He was old, and nobody wanted that in their life. He was the stupid age of thirty-four. He didn't have time to be his age when he was forced to work for the government. He couldn't drink his first legal beer without friends he used to have and all the friends he could've made in the force. He could've met the Redfields in a better situation; he could've even been a normal guy without fearing his own bullet would enter his mouth and leave his skull.

Her body straddled his hips. His tired hands rested on her hips. It came so naturally. His blue eyes slowly trailed up. His cock on his stomach, twitching and the poor condom was full of of pre-cum. Her pussy. Her stomach breathing in and out. Fuck, he couldn't feel her heart, but based of her reaction he knew was causing this. His hand went up, his thumb caressed her under boob and went directly to rub her nipple. His other hand encouraged her body to move up, he needed to be inside again because the first time wasn't enough.

Thankfully, she did as she was told. His hand gripped his cock and aimed for her hole. "C'mon, princess, don't make me beg." He let go of her breast and went back to her hip. He knew he had that stupid hazy look in his eyes. Slowly, bit by bit, she lowered her hips down onto his tip. Both of his hands grabbed her hips. His nose crinkled, "Oh, fuck." His hands grabbed her ass and pushed himself deeper into her heat. His eyes looked at her breasts, her nipples perked up when he had shoved his cock in completely.

Leon nodded his head mindlessly, "Yeah, fuck." His hand cupped her breasts again, his thumb teased the pretty perked up nipple. His eyes were half open like hers were. She was moaning weakly again. Leon slapped her tit and he felt his body burn with more and more lust. His own hips unconsciously against her. Her groans turned into whines, "Leon..." She tilted her head back. He grabbed her breast and pinched her nipples, "Fuck." Leon pumped his cock faster and faster, her walls squeezed against his cock and he tilted his head back into the bed.

His hand traveled down her stomach and found her clit. The cute little thing was throbbing for him. Both were breathing heavily. The crappy hotel didn't matter anymore. He wanted to fuck her forever. He choked out a moan, "Oh, God, you are so beautiful." He whined weakly. That's when he came into his rubber, his finger was rubbing and rubbing her clit. He couldn't allow her to not come, he gasped again when her cunt squeezed him again and she followed after him.

"Sorry," He cupped her face and kissed her, "Sorry for cumming a bit to early." Leon's hand shoved his dark hair back, his blue eyes met the woman's eyes again. She smiled weakly, "I-It's fine." She could feel her throat dry up and Leon couldn't stand it anymore. He cuddled against her, his eyes completely wide from the feeling of touching someone after so long. He can't let go.

It was the first peaceful night he felt. He controlled his breathing for a second, "I forgot to ask..." He took off his condom from his body. The bed squeaked. When she looked at him, oh, fuck. His post cum clarity didn't help at well when he saw her. She was so beautiful. Leon knew his cheeks turned red because, God, it burned. His cheeks burned. Leon was lost in a certain moment he couldn't explain. Her arm rested above his lean body, the coated warmth of loving a woman. Leon kept her close. He wouldn't want her to fall out of his grasp.

[hamzaheaven]

hey lovely would you be comfortable with writing something about hamzah finding out the reader has a medusa tattoo? like maybe they’re cuddling or something and he sees it and asks her about it xx

a/n: ohhh to anyone reading this with similar experiences im so so so sorry and i give you the biggest hug. ive actually thought of getting a medusa tatt myself so this req really spoke to me !! this imagine is just kind of how i would handle it when brought up, i hope thats okay <33 big hugs to all of you and ily . thank you for the request angel <3

warnings: vague alluding to SA

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you step out of the shower, his bathroom engulfed in a subtle haze from the heat of the water. the ends of your hair drip with cold droplets, sending shivers down your spine as you quickly dry off, rubbing one of his towels through your hair. the fabric smells like his laundry detergent, a smell that has grown all too familiar with you in the past few weeks. 

mindlessly, you slip on a pair of pyjama shorts, not even paying attention to the ink embedded in the skin of your upper thigh as you do. the fabric of the piece of clothing hides the Medusa tattoo partially, but it has been there for long enough for you to sometimes forget it’s even there at all. 

it was a part of your history, your own way of taking your power back; silent, wordless, a quiet testimony of what you had been through, and how you had refused to let it shape you as a person. 

you finish brushing your teeth before exiting his bathroom, flicking off the light and turning to look at Hamzah. he’s laying on his bed in only his sweatpants, one arm perched behind his head as the other rests on his stomach as he mindlessly scrolls through his phone. quietly, you pad over to the bed, plopping down on the empty space beside him, shivering slightly from the change of temperature from the clammy bathroom to the cold air in his bedroom. he’s quick to put his phone down next to his pillow, sighing as he focuses his gaze on you. he looks tired. 

silently, you lay down on your back, your still damp hair sticking to your shirt, causing you to shiver a little. 

“you cold?” he mumbles, his voice soft and hoarse. he doesn’t await your reply, but simply removes his arm from behind his head, opening his arms for you to crawl into them. you quietly scoot closer. your cold, wet hair drapes across his bare chest, causing him to hiss through his teeth as he wraps his arms around you, shifting in his position to get a little more comfortable. “shit, that’s cold,” he mumbles, mostly to himself as he tugs you closer to him, resting his chin atop your head. 

“sorry,” you mumble humorously, wrapping your arm around his chest and resting your head against the warmth of his chest. you absentmindedly pull one of your legs up and over his legs, your thigh peeking just above the duvet he had previously draped around his waist. the room is basked in a comfortable silence for a moment as his other hand wraps around the cold skin of your semi-exposed thigh, his dark eyes mindlessly traveling down to your leg. gently, he starts tracing the swirls of ink on your skin, gently furrowing his brows together. 

“how long have you had this one?” he quietly asks, gently pulling at the hem of your shorts to reveal the full tattoo, his fingers careful in their movements. 

you look down for a moment, watching his fingers trace the black lines on your thigh rather cluelessly. he knew you had a few tattoos, but he seemed to have never really taken notice of the one on your thigh. for a split second, you felt something you could only describe as ‘caught’; like a child with their hand in the cookie jar. it was a part of your history you didn’t exactly like to revisit, but that’s the whole reason you got the tattoo in the first place; to stop being ashamed, to stop feeling like it’s something you need to hide, to stop feeling like what happened made you less of a person. 

you inhale shortly, plucking at the fabric of the duvet as his fingers continue to trace the lines of your tattoo. “like, two years now, i think,” you quietly mumble, shrugging. 

he tilts his head a little to catch your weary gaze. he can’t help but notice the slight apprehension in your demeanour. “i don’t think i’ve ever seen it on full display,” he comments, semi-jokingly. “well, never paid enough attention, i should say,” he jokes, his tone slightly suggestive. 

you chuckle at his words, unsure whether you should reveal that part of your past to him. you two hadn’t been together for that long, and that part of your history could be a lot to take in, for anyone; let alone a partner. 

he carefully tugs your shorts up a little more to take a better look at it. in the darkness of the room, it’s a little hard to see the details, but he’s quick to catch on, regardless. “medusa… right?” he carefully asks, his dark brown eyes flicking over to catch your gaze. 

you can’t help but avoid his gaze a little, keeping your eyes down as you look at the tattoo yourself, trying to push back the emotions and memories that come with the confrontation of being asked about the tattoo. you nod, unsure whether he knows about why most people get a Medusa tattoo. 

he stays quiet for a moment, seeming to ponder whether or not he should dig a little deeper, knowing how you struggle with being vulnerable like that most of the time. “why did you get it?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper in the darkness of his bedroom. he carefully places his warm palm on top of the tattoo, as if he already knows the answer. 

you deliberately stay silent for a few seconds, inhaling deeply. “i think you know,” you finally reply, your fingers continuing to anxiously pick at his sheets. 

you feel him inhale deeply underneath you, almost frustratedly. “why didn’t you tell me?” he then asks, his voice gentle and careful, knowing this must be a topic you tend to avoid for a reason. 

tilting your head upwards, you lock eyes with him. his eyes are full of sorrow and worry, breaking your heart a little. you shrug. “it’s not exactly something i enjoy explaining, y’know? that’s kinda why i got the tattoo in the first place,” you quietly explain, “the tattoo can explain it for me.” 

he intently listens to your words, furrowing his eyebrows, nodding. “i’m sorry,” he finally whispers, removing his hand from your thigh and bringing it up to your face, cupping it gently. “i can’t even imagine…” he starts, fumbling over his words a little bit. 

you quickly shake your head, placing your cold hand over his warm one as it rests on your cheek. “stop,” you whisper, a sad smile tugging at my lips as i lock eyes with him. “it’s okay,” you nod, even though the both of you know that it is far from okay. but it has to be, in someway, if you want to live your life in a way that doesn’t and won’t revolve around the violence and tragedy that was forced upon you. 

he pulls his lips into a tight line, shaking his head. “it’s not, though,” he replies, pulling the duvet higher up, so it covers your thigh as it rests atop of his legs. he tightens his arms around you, pressing a kiss against your forehead, sighing. “why didn’t you tell me before?” he finally asks, his eyes opened as he stares at his ceiling, still holding onto you. 

you shrug, tightening my arms around his torso. “it’s not really a great ice-breaker, now, is it?” you sarcastically chuckle, closing your eyes tiredly against his warm skin. 

he stifles a bitter laugh, followed by a sigh. “you know that’s not what i mean,” he mumbles, tilting his head downwards to try and catch your gaze. you keep your eyes closed, though. 

you nod. “i know. it just didn’t seem important. i’m with someone i feel safe with now… all of the other stuff is in the past,” you murmur tiredly, pressing a kiss against his bare chest. 

his hand moves up from your waist to the back of your head, gently tracing his fingertips into your still damp and cold hair, smiling to himself. “okay,” he whispers quietly, pressing another kiss to your head as you fall asleep, his mind still silently racing from the piece of your history you revealed to him tonight.

[kirbmey]

psycho killer zayne !

💌: this won’t suit everyone, veeeery graphic descriptions of torture, gore, etc. it was inspired by american psycho, so you get an idea. don’t like it? leave, block me, whatever.

the relationship you had with zayne was soft, quiet and intimate. he was such a sweetheart to you, truly.

for example, calling you when he had a break between surgery and surgery, checking on you and asking you the most caring questions with a lovely tender voice.

“honey, how are you? I just got out of the operating room. couldn’t stop thinking about you since I left this morning.” he confessed in a tender manner, holding the phone between his head and shoulder while he took off his surgical gloves, sitting on a random chair in an empty hallway.

you expected his calls, always. pacing around his house impatiently, dressed in his big shirts as you sat by the window, looking at the city lights from above as you two held the conversation in almost whispers.

“you shouldn’t think of me when someone’s life is at risk, silly.” you giggled softly, placing your head in the hand you rested on the windowsill, viewing the streets you always walked next to your lover while holding hands. “I miss you, want you here with me.” you added with a pout taken over your lips.

the line went silent for a second as zayne started to come up with ways to excuse the reason why he wouldn’t make it home for tonight. “my dear, I miss you too, more than you can imagine. but I have to cover my colleague for the night, I won’t make it home today.” you were the silent one now, feeling the sadness you were too familiar with creep to your heart.

“I’m sorry, honey, I’ll make it up to you.” he stated after waiting for a response that never came, fidgeting with the discarded glove as he expected your sweet voice to reassure him from the other side of the line.

you shut your eyes in an attempt to make the tears roaming around your eyes disappear. “it’s fine, don’t worry. don’t forget to rest a bit and eat, please?” he hummed as a response to your request, keeping up the conversation until he has to leave, saying goodbye with a warm ‘I love you’ to which you replied the classic ‘I love you too’.

you would never know, but he was doing this for you, to protect you.

protect you from the zayne you had no relationship with at all, the one you never met. and will never meet.

you see, zayne’s always been a calm guy, so put together and collected. he always knew how to handle any complex situation, any angry patient, any of your tantrums complaining about not spending enough time together.

you thought you’ve already met the unleashed zayne when he fucked you for the first time, distancing from the caring one you loved. how he pounded into your cervix so fast, how he slapped across your face after spitting on your mouth, how he spoke those mean words in such a condescending manner, as if he was making you a favor. you loved this zayne as well.

that was all the mean he could get to you, when he felt like fucking you instead of making love to you. and you never worried too much about it either, he didn’t mean those words, he wasn’t like that.

your zayne wasn’t like that.

the zayne stalking behind a woman your exact age to push a cloth over her mouth and put her to sleep so he could lock her in a filthy basement was like that.

he doesn’t know why or when those thoughts started to mess up with his mind, but he got off to them. the image of women crying in fear, begging for their lives as blood covered their oh so beautiful breasts was better than any porn video online.

and hey, he’s been doing this for a while now, even before you two met. but his little sweet angel only made it worse, because now you were the one he imagined crying and begging, covered in blood. and he was scared as he didn’t want to hurt you like that, in a permanent way. not in a kinky way, in a deathly way.

he wished he could kill you again, again and again, and then make you come back to life to kill you once more. he wanted to take care of you in the tenderest way possible and wanted to kill you in the filthiest way possible too.

so he started to murder more often, and he got crueler each time. the latest victim in front of him, oh poor soul, was going to be a witness to the zayne you’ll never know.

the girl in front of his broad figure stood naked with both her wrists tied to the ceiling with the roughest rope ever made, making the soft skin brake into small droplets of blood.

zayne fucking loved blood.

she stir awake, her eyes adjusting to the white light as her heartbeat raced faster each passing second, screaming for help and squirming around to try and break free form the restraints.

“my fucking god, why you whores always react the same way?” he spoke calmly as he approached her shaky form, grabbing a fistful of her hair to then slap her, not even close as the kind of slaps he gave you, making the girl shut up instantly as she started crying and apologizing.

zayne couldn’t care less about what she had to say, towering over her and fixated on the red liquid decorating her soft skin.

he had to touch it. smell it. taste it.

so he did, he leaned into her smaller frame, making her take a few steps back as he grabbed her arm to lick down on it, grunting when the metallic flavor covered his tongue. he got hard immediately.

he tasted it. now he needed to fuck into it.

“see? you can be silent for a while.” he chuckled lowly as he wiped the remains from his lips, turning around to grab a small cart hiding in the shadows and pull it in front of her, standing behind it. “but I’m afraid it won’t last—”

when she saw the contents of the silver platter on top of it she started crying and screaming once more. come on, it wasn’t so bad, was it?

his favorite scalpel with his name craved into the side, a sharp knife, a few nails next to a rusty hammer, a gun (boring) and a wrench.

lord, she didn’t even see the bat and machete in the lower shelf of the cart. how unconsiderate.

“I always let everyone choose, is the least I can do.” he clarified as he cleaned each of the tools before him with a cloth, pink with flowers. a gift you gave him; he carried a piece of you everywhere. “but don’t worry, dead or alive, you’ll test them all.”

after a little bit of pushing, yelling and cursing she chose the gun (he had to get rid of it, everyone chose the goddamn gun). he laughed wholeheartedly at her choice as he grabbed it and loaded it with a singular bullet.

he pushed the cart away to stand closer to her, filling her mouth with said cloth when her yelling got to his nerves. he always washed it after each job as he did with all of his tools, don’t worry. through and through a real and hygienic professional.

zayne traces the curve of her body with the head of the gun, palming himself through his briefs as he leaned down to whisper to her ear. “you think I’m gonna shoot you in the head and call it a day? after all the effort it took me to bring you here? no, no.” the gun stoped its travel, pointing at her tummy, caressing her bellybutton with it as he rubbed himself against his palm.

he held her head down to make her watch how he pressed the trigger, the bullet going trough her stomach. blood everywhere. now the fun part.

his white shirt was splashed with it, as his face, his hands, don’t even bother to think of how the wall behind her looked. everywhere he looked at, there was blood, red, warm blood.

zayne dropped the gun to the floor, grabbing her hips to bring her decaying body closer to him. he pulled the now bloody cloth out of her mouth before dropping it to the puddle next to the weapon, licking and kissing her crimson lips like a starving dog.

grunts and moans filled the four concrete walls as he rubbed his leaking tip against the hole in her tummy, tugging at the base as the foreskin feared to push a bit too much inside of said hole.

he didn’t even care about the now dead body in front of him, too busy breeding the wound after mere seconds. it was always like that, hard to get and fast to finish.

the other tools were used too, don’t worry. he had the time of his life that night.

and when he came back home to you, late at night when you were already fast asleep, after he burnt her and all of the possible evidence as he always did, he took a steamy shower, whistling full of joy, smiling at the dry blood converting the transparent water into that shade of pink you loved to then disappear down the drain.

you’d wake up shortly after with his dark and soft locks tickling your naked thighs as he nibbled at your clit and humped the mattress, offering you the best head he’d ever given to you. ever.

squirt all over his expensive sheets, over and over. so fucking wet, squelchy. warm, he needed more.

the sunlight met your lord knows what number orgasm, his jaw numb from all the effort and his mind cloudy because of the lack of sleep. “I love you, I love you.” he mumbled as he traced kisses from your thighs to your mouth, letting you taste the sweet nectar he got from you.

you’d ask him what’s gotten into him, he’d tell you he loves you once again.

your soft, quiet and intimate zayne loved you and wanted to take care of you.

the other zayne wanted to fucking kill you, stab you and beat you to death <3

let’s hope you never never ever meet him !

💌: yes i love patrick bateman and gore, I’m just a girl >_<

[mieldreams]

APT.

Summary: Sleep tomorrow but tonight go crazy, all you gotta do is just meet me at the... Or where you and Anakin share an apartment and maybe – some feelings too?

pairing: college roommate!Anakin x reader

word count: 4,842

warnings: c'est dramatíque. like no joke this is very much for the sillies and fun. it also has modern slang so can probably be considered hella OC for a lot of characters. I mean can you imagine Padme saying babygirl? (oh how I wish 😞)

a/n: Y'all know how in fanfics there's some tropes that are cliches? I noticed how sometimes in a lot of the fandoms the male mcs always get to have these complex and flawed characters that often have bad habits and quirks but for some reason the reader character (especially if it's a female one) doesn't get as many personality traits (which valid considering reader character is after all an insert character) but i just thought how fun would it be to maybe reverse some of the roles and switch things around a lil bit. This story is relatively tame in that aspect as I was only experimenting, but I hope you enjoy anyway!

"Honey, I'm home!" Your playful voice carries through the empty living room of your shared apartment.

When you get no response from your roommate, who you were sure was supposed to be home by now, you drop the shoe from your hand, the thud sound echoing on the wooden flooring before you make your way towards the couch.

You drop your bag and toss your hat away, running a hand through your hair before heading towards the bedrooms.

"Ani?"

You walk into the open kitchen to grab a glass of water but your eyes get caught on the pot of something steaming kept on the stove. It's like there's a cartoonish floating scent of deliciousness that hooks your nose and beckons you closer, so you float over to the counter to lift the lid of the pot and a familiar and absolutely mouth-watering sight greets you.

A smile takes over your face when you realise who made it–the only person who can–and you drop the lid back on the pot to quickly head towards his bedroom.

"Anakin!" You call out once again and you're about to pass the door of the bathroom in the hallway when it flies open and you quickly have to stop yourself from running into the person stepping out.

"Oh shoots!" His hands immediately grab your waist to stop you from falling backwards while you grab his forearms to steady the two of you.

You didn't think it was possible, but somehow your smile grows even wider at the sight of your roommate – his tousled hair still wet from the shower, a soft baby blue hoodie on that made his eyes stand out that much more, and that same soft smile that always greeted you when you returned home.

"Thought you'd finally gotten sick of me and ditched and run away," you joke while trying not to pay attention to the feeling of his hands on your hips.

He rolls his eyes as he leans closer with narrowed eyes, "If you were even 2 minutes more late, I actually would've."

You're distracted by the feeling of his breath tickling your skin, eyes drawn to his pink lips that are pulled in a subtle pout. "….late?"

His brows furrow as he takes in your distracted expression and clueless words, his pout turning into a frown, "You don't remember, do you?"

The way he says it tells you he already knows the answer but you're still too caught up looking at his perfect plush lips. "…remember…?"

He quickly drops his hands and you stumble to catch your balance as he steps away to walk into the kitchen.

You follow him to stand on the other side of the counter and watch as he transfers the soup he had made into a smaller serving pot. It was a Skywalker family special, taught by his mom and your favourite soup in the whole world, though most of Anakin's cooking was your favourite in the whole world so some might call you biased. But they've never tasted Anakin's cooking so what the hell do they know?

"It's Friday." His back is still turned to you as he washes his hands at the sink but you don't have to see his face to know he's not exactly happy.

His words finally remind you of your usual weekend plans together, and today– Friday's was supposed to be movie night.

You wince when you realise you'd forgotten your plans, and now you've gone and run into him headfirst, literally.

"Ani…"

"No, it's okay."

You expected him to be mad, angry even, that you'd forgotten (or so he thinks) your ages-long tradition of movie night. But the sight of his tense shoulders relaxing as he sighs, drying his hands on the towel before he turns to you with that same sweet smile, a hopeful glimmer in his eyes is not what you're prepared for, much less the soft words that leave his lips,

"It's okay. I'm just glad you're here today and not busy like the past few times. I'm glad we finally get to have a movie night together again."

Fuck, the adorable smile he gives you is enough to knock the wind out of you and you desperately grab the edge of the counter to not fall to the ground.

He grabs a pack of bread and opens the fridge to grab a container before turning to the toaster, "I'm so glad we can do this. It's the perfect weather for soup so I made that instead of our usual popcorn, I hope you don't mind— though we can have that too if you want, I'm sure we have some leftover packs somewhere here—"

He excitedly rambles as he starts to open and close various cabinets to look for the packet of popcorn and you're frozen in place as you take in his enthusiasm.

"You know what, why don't you pick the movie while I toast some bread for us?"

Fuck, you hated to do this.

"We can have garlic or plain butter ones, whichever you want—"

You really wish you didn't have to do this.

"—Anakin...I can't."

All his flurried activity immediately comes to a halt. His shoulders tense again at your words and his hands are still as they hover in the air.

It's barely a whisper that reaches your ears, "What?"

This time you can see his side profile but you don't because you can't face him as you repeat yourself.

"I'm…sorry. I just— I already made plans. Padme and Satine said there's this party tonight…"

His head whips to fix you with the most intense gaze and you gulp as you try to come up with a way to maybe…compensate?

A nervous laugh bubbles out of your chest before you can stop it, "Ani, what if you come too? We can have tonight's hangout at the party! Obi-Wan and Rex might be there too, or else you can invite them! I know the people hosting it, I'm sure they'll allow a few extra people."

Extra people? Extra people?! Good doing dumbass. Extra people – like he's some random nobody and not the literal lo—

"Okay."

You're snapped out of your thoughts by his feeble response, as if you weren't meant to hear it. "What?"

He clears his throat, putting on an exaggerated smile that you can see through, "It's okay. We can just hangout some other time. Have fun at the party."

He walks out of the kitchen to his bedroom in the blink of an eye, closing the door behind him without another word.

Your shoulders drop with a sigh before you drop your head on the counter and close your eyes in frustration.

This is for the best, this is for the best, this is for the best, this is for the best.

The same chant repeats in your head as you pick up your jacket and put on your shoes, walking out the door with a heavy heart.

Half an hour into the party your heart seems to have only gotten heavier, you don't know if it's the fifth drink in your hand or the loud thumping music, or maybe it's the jacket that seems all too suffocating in the already stuffy room and this boring guy who's been talking your head off about women and horses or something….Jackson? Jason? Hanson!…or was it Hansel?

"It's Gretel. I told you Hansel is my twin sister. And I'm not gay." He gives you a nasty side-eye as he huffs and rolls his eyes.

Oh shit, had you said that out loud? Oh well whatever, how the hell were you supposed to remember Hansel was the girl and Gretel was the boy when your mind wasn't even in the room right now?

Thankfully your saviour arrives in the form of your friend dragging you away with some half-assed excuse about being a player short for their beer pong – not like the guy cared, he simply turned around and gave that same weird 'I think I'm more important than every person in this room and mayonnaise is the spiciest thing I've had in my life and I think khaki shorts and polos are the peak of fashion and women wearing makeup is literally the reason guys have trust issues but it doesn't matter cause my daddy's got enough money to take my date to a private pool so I can body shame her' smile to the girls standing behind him, the same creepy look he had given you and roped you into a conversation you hadn't heard a second of.

You step away from the kitchen bar where you'd been standing for the past 20 minutes.

"I wasn't lying about the game."

When you go to protest Padme immediately cuts you off, "Nope. You're playing, it's already decided."

You laugh, "By whom?"

"Me," she replies in that 'duh' sort of tone, "I can't let my best girl sit there sulking with some weirdo talking about some random old fairytale."

You smirk, "His parents named him Gretel."

She whips her head to look at you in disbelief before bursting out laughing, "Well I'm glad I pulled you away before he introduced you to his twin sister Hansel or something."

"Nah, he said she ran away with some guy named Pedro in France. I think he called her a slut but it almost sounded like he had a crush on Pedro himself so who knows." You shrug.

She scoffs and then laughs again, "How do you always manage to find such people?"

You walk towards the table in the centre of the room, "Do I manage to find such people or do they find me?" You shake your head with a laugh, "Anyway thanks for getting me out of that conversation."

"Of course. Can't have you betraying your loverboy can we?"

Her teasing smirk goes entirely unnoticed as you freeze at her words.

Padme, being ever observant as she is, immediately catches the way your face falls and quickly decides that she just has to find out what happened.

She already had her suspicions when you walked into the party looking like you had instead walked into a reunion with your dentist, your racist uncle and that one teacher from middle school who always picked on you for some reason.

She hadn't seen you this...blank since that time in high school when you'd taken part in a community marathon for charity to impress your crush and trained for months to cross the finish line first only to trip on your shoelaces as soon as the starting whistle blew. You fell right in front of your crush as an 80-year-old grandma overtook you who then won while you'd disassociated for the rest of the race.

She has to do something about this.

Then her eyes land on the shot glasses spread out on the table and she gets an idea.

No way she's gonna let a friend be so miserable at a party.

Anakin's…. well he's not sure what he feels.

Conflicted, sad, angry, confused….hurt? Yeah definitely that too– a whole lot of it.

This was the third time that you had ditched your weekly hangout plans and though you had definitely missed a few movie nights here and there before, be it due to exams or assignments you had procrastinated or that time when you convinced him to follow this small stray cat into the restricted forest area in your campus and the police showed up and the two of you had to spend majority of the night answering questions and you just stubbornly kept answering that it was the magic kitty of adventure and why wouldn't someone follow her and so they'd made you take a drug test because they thought you were high. With the exasperated look on the police officer's face as he let the two of you go, Anakin could only imagine the kind of answers you'd given him while on the other hand he had been worried shitless throughout his questioning.

He also remembers that as compensation you'd treated him to cheap cough drops flavoured popsicles from the only store that was open that late, and how he had laughed when you'd gagged and made a face after trying some of his ice cream and then how sincere your apology had been for wasting your night together.

He remembers how fast his heart had been beating when he heard your soft lips utter those words, 'your night together' is what you had called it. He wishes he could hear you say such sweet things about your relationship again. Like the first time you'd introduced him as your friend instead of roommate, and the even more exciting upgrade to 'best friend'.

Today, however, you said "extra people". Extra people. Is that all that he was in your life now? Just an extra? Not your best friend, not even your friend, just an extra? Some random person you wouldn't care if they were gone from your life?

The thought saddens him more than it makes him mad and that makes him feel even more stupid. Gosh look at how pathetic he was. You couldn't be bothered to remember your promises, or worse, you were purposefully avoiding him for the past few days like he suspected and here he was– having a pity party in your shared apartment that only taunted him with how unusually silent it was.

Damn this, if you got to just forget about your plans and go out and party like it meant nothing then he could too.

He puts away the soup he had prepared into the flask you usually use before placing it in the refrigerator with a sticky note that said 'heat this up and drink it when you get back, it'll spoil after morning'. He knew it was just an excuse and the soup could last much longer in the fridge, but he had read the weather alert for tonight and didn't want you to get sick like the last time you'd gotten soaked after running home in the rain and old habits die hard and it seems he just can't stop worrying about you even when he was mad at you.

He quickly swaps his sweats for some old jeans but doesn't bother changing his hoodie, if he has only one goal for going out then it wouldn't matter anyways. He catches sight of himself in the mirror in his bedroom which makes him pause for a second. He watches his reflection for a few moments, taking in the frown on his face and a certain emotion that reflects back in his eyes. He's not sure if the reflection is actually pale and blue or if it's just his mind projecting how he feels. He quickly shakes his head and walks back to the living room.

Then he finds his phone and quickly dials his longtime friend, the phone ringing only twice before being picked up.

He forgoes all pleasantries, "Rex. Remember that party you told me about? Yeah, is it still on? Ok good, can you send me the address real quick? Thanks."

He doesn't wait for a reply before he ends the call and puts on his shoes, grabbing his keys and then he's out the door without thinking more about it, or at least trying to.

Somehow the girls have roped you into this stupid drinking game. Well, drinking game for them, for you this just feels like punishment, for what you're not sure.

Maybe this is what you get for letting down Anakin the way you did tonight. You're sure this was the last straw and that he's never going to want to talk to you again. Hell, he could steal all your favourite festive edition oreos that you hoard annually and set fire to that matching sweater he knitted for you and break off your lease and run away with that hot goth chick that flirts with him at his job and you wouldn't even be able to get mad. After all, you're the one who's been running away and avoiding him like a coward, you're the one who's been constantly letting him down by cancelling your plans and going back to your old habits of partying and finding distractions where you can, you're the one that disappointed him again tonight.

You remember the way his face fell when you told him you'd be bailing on your plans again.

That brief expression of hurt on his face was still stuck in your head like a broken CD that gets jammed at one part and doesn't move forward or backwards and the same image just remains frozen on screen. It makes you feel haunted and that again makes you think about how one frown from him was enough to derail all your thoughts, so you can't even imagine how bad it would be if you actually told him the truth. You can't bear to think about the pitiful apologetic look he'd give if you spoke your heart's words, the way he'd say sorry like it was his fault, the way he'd probably want nothing to do with you anymore because he deserves better, because he's so sweet and so nice and so warm and–

snap snap

Padme's fingers hovering in front of your face let you know that you had spaced out once again and the worried expression on her face makes you shake your head with a quick apologetic laugh as you shove your hands forward to get everyone to start the next round. You avoid Padme's inquisitive gaze as all the girls chant the hook of the game before you call out a random number, though your stupid cursed brain ends up choosing Anakin's birthdate.

It somehow manages to bite you in the ass when your hand is the one that lands on top, meaning you have to be the one to take a shot. Well, you would have had to, but since Padme had noticed the number of drinks you'd already had, she forbade you from taking any more, instead encouraging you to switch it out with juice to help you sober up.

Well, you seem to be pretty sober now if that same heaviness in your chest and disinterest in everything around you are anything to go by.

Padme, as always, notices this and blurts out a question (a suspicion more like) that's been on her mind ever since you made a beeline to the drinks right after walking into the party.

You pick up the shot glass with the juice and quickly down it like it was actually alcohol. It felt wrong to sit here drinking and playing and having fun. In the midst of your sulking, you don't notice the look shared between Padme and Satine.

"Truth – what happened with Anakin?"

Oh right, when the girls protested about letting you off easy, Padme had very cleverly suggested the added twist of truth or dare along with taking shots (juice for you). And now that you've finally ended up with your hand at the very top she was going to take her chance.

You almost spit the drink back out at Padme's words, sputtering as you try to wipe the juice before it stains your shirt.

You laugh nervously, "What happened with Anakin?"

Quickly your smile drops, replaced by an expression of serious inquisition, "Wait, what happened with Anakin? Is he okay? Did something happen? Did he call?—"

Padme rolls her eyes but shares an amused look with the rest of the girls.

"No, you tell us what happened with Anakin. You've been miserable all evening, it's worse than when that dude beat you and won the personality contest in the first year."

"Okay— first of all, he looked like a soft-boiled egg and sounded like a whale giving birth. He only won because his daddy was friends with the contest hosts." You huff, "second of all, I get to choose truth or dare and I'm not choosing truth."

"Hmm, too bad. It's already chosen for you and you know we're not moving on till you answer."

You loved your girlfriends for how much they cared but sometimes it was such a pain in the ass.

You raise a brow, "Are you holding me hostage over a question?"

She challenges you with a question of her own, "Are we going to have to go about this the difficult way?"

Did you want to cross paths with a very determined Padme who's already had at least 6 shots in her? (she was, funnily enough, a sore loser in this game, and it would have been entertaining if it weren't for your current situation)

You sigh, lowering your gaze to your fingers, toying with the loose fibres on your jeans, "Anakin and I…fought again."

Padme places a comforting hand on your shoulder, "What happened?"

You drop your head into your hands with a groan, "I bailed on our movie night plans again…"

Suddenly you feel the thump of a pillow hitting your bent head, startling you. You look up to see Satine holding another pillow, as if ready to launch once again.

"What the fuck?"

She startles you once again with the intensity in her voice, "Girl, what the hell?!"

You scrunch your face in confusion, "I mean, that's what I just asked—"

"No, I mean what. the. hell."

All the girls have gone silent, turning their heads from you to Satine as she speaks up once again.

"Why would you do that?!"

"Huh?? You're the one that threw the pillow at me!"

"No— why would you ditch Anakin to come here, dumbass?!"

"Because…you asked me to?"

Padme sighs but remains silent as she watches the exchange between you and Satine.

"So if Padme or I asked you to jump off a bridge—"

You shrug, "Yeah, probably."

Now Satine is the one to drop her head in her hands, pinching the bridge of her nose before taking a deep breath.

This time Padme puts her arm on Satine's shoulder, giving it a squeeze before speaking up, "I think what Satine's trying to say is, how long are you going to pretend?"

You avoid her eyes with a nervous laugh, "Whaaa— pretend? Pfttt I'm not pretending, what uh—what would I be pretending about?"

You look around the group and see that all your girls are looking at you with a 'bish, be fr' look.

You finally groan out, "Ugh, okay— fine! Fine! I'm in love with my roommate and I don't know how to tell him— or if I should even bother telling him at all because it's not like it's going to get us anywhere. Dude is literally handcrafted by the angels and every time I look at his face I'm reminded that this is impossible. Every time I even think about telling him the truth it feels like the stupidest thing ever because— well because why would he go for me when he can have someone so much better? Why would he ever go for a girl like me when he's got that discount Dimitriscu, I mean y'all have seen her— she's tall AND goth, the total package." You look up to see all the girls contemplating before nodding in agreement about the hot goth girl and it does not make you feel any better.

You sigh, "So what's the use."

Padme rushes to answer you, "Don't say that. What if Anakin does like you? You've been roommates for so long, the two of you are best friends. And I truly don't think Anakin is so cruel to treat you horribly even if you did tell him."

You raise your head to fix her with a half-assed glare, "Padme, the thought of confessing is already enough to make me wanna puke. Do not make me think of his inevitable rejection."

Satine finally breaks her silence, "Why are you so sure that he could never like you?"

You let out a bitter laugh, "Because."

"Because why?"

"Because we could just never be, okay? We are just not like that— Anakin and I together would be a— a fucking joke." You huff out.

"Have you seen him? Have you seen me? You know what he's like. Do you really think we could ever be a thing?"

The sound of a beer bottle dropping to the floor rings out behind you but you pay it no mind, it was a crowded party, maybe someone just ran into someone and dropped their can.

You rub your eyes to try and get rid of the stinging behind them only to lift your head and see all your girlfriends staring right behind you with their eyes wide.

Padme, who had been distracted trying to think of some way to get you to stop being so stupid and pessimistic also turns her head when she realises how silent the group had suddenly become, all staring off to somewhere behind you.

It is only when you hear her gasp as well that you finally snap, "What? Seriously what is it? Is someone in a slutty santa costume twerking to MLK's 'I have a dream' speech again?"

When she doesn't answer, you huff and crane your neck to see for yourself. Your breath hitches in your throat as soon as you catch sight of the person standing just a few feet behind the couch you were sitting on.

Neither of you say anything, but Anakin's brows furrow, you open your mouth to say something, anything, but before you can get a word out he quickly takes a few steps back, spinning on his heels to rush towards the exit.

"Anakin!—"

You quickly get up to follow him, struggling to keep up with his fast pace in the already crowded room. Curse him and his model-like long legs.

"Ani, whatever you heard, whatever you think you heard— it's not like that—"

"Maybe I was dense, but I'm not deaf."

Through the windows you can see the shadow of dark storm clouds gathering.

"No, no— you're not deaf and you're most definitely not dense—"

He suddenly comes to a stop and you nearly crash into his back before he spins around to face you. He lets out a bitter laugh, "I was stupid then."

Loud thunder crackles outside.

You shake your head vehemently, "No, Ani—"

"You hate me."

His face lights up in a bright lightning flash.

"I don't hate you—"

"You said this," he points between the two of you, "is a joke." If you weren't so frenzied and caught up in your own panic you would've noticed that the hurt in his voice largely overshadowed the anger.

You desperately try to explain, becoming more and more aware of the growing crowd around you but honestly, you couldn't give two shits about that right now, "If you knew what I was talking about you'd think so too—"

He fixes you with a sad gaze, "This is why you've been avoiding me all these days?"

When you struggle to meet his eyes he already knows your answer.

He scoffs and starts walking backwards, "I don't want to hear anymore." And you get one last look at him before another bright flash of lightning lights up the sky and then everything goes dark.

The whole house falls quiet and the two of you stand there, blinking at each other in complete silence before someone's voice calls out from the opposite corner of the room.

"Aw man, the power's gone!"

Anakin takes advantage of the darkness and quickly turns around to weave through the crowd.

You desperately call out his name again as you almost push and shove people out of the way because you can't even see where you're going, just following the vague direction of where you think the exit is, "Ani—"

He only quickens his pace, nearly jogging out the door and down the footsteps of this cursed frathouse that you should've never bothered coming to.

Well too late to realise that, huh.

Just as you cross the doorway and jump over the steps to run up to the sidewalk, he's already disappearing out of sight by crossing the road to take a right.

You stand there on the side of the road, chest aching and you're not sure if it's from the sudden exercise or something else.

It's like you're frozen in place, you want to run after him but your feet seem to be stuck to the ground. Only when you hear the sound of more footsteps behind you do you turn.

You see Padme, Satine and the rest of your girls in the doorway, more people crowding behind to see the commotion.

You look at Padme, your brows scrunched in uncertainty.

You wait for a beat, then two. Thunder rumbles in the distance.

"Go get your man, girl!"

That's all you need to hear before you set off running after him, the cheers of your girlfriends echoing behind you in the silent neighbourhood.

divider by @enchanthings-a

a/n: like I said, it's silly and maybe a liiil melodramatic but I had sm fun painting this world in my head, and I hope you enjoyed looking into a part of it!

Pt 2 will be up on Valentine's.

spoiler, next chapter she's going to do this:

haha just kidding.

unless

[arc-misadventures]

Warning: Smut ahead. You have been warned.

Under the Kotatsu

I froze on the spot. A shiver ran up the course of my spine. A silent gasp escaped my lips. But, I dare not voice it. I was surrounded by people, and the consequences of voice my emotions were too grave to risk.

But, I could barely contain myself. It had been years since someone touched me there, not since I lost my beloved husband. And yet, here we were, sitting underneath a kotatsu, my daughter sitting to my left and across from me sat her boyfriend. Chatting about mundane things, such as the weather, and what not as he slowly rubbed his foot against my groin.

I could feel myself grow wet at his touch. His slow, methodical motions of his foot as he rubbed his toe along my slit. I could barely keep a straight face as I squirmed underneath his touch.

I wanted to yell out, slap him for touching me so. But, I just couldn’t bring myself to. Years of bent up frustration seemed to slowly emerge from within the depths of my soul from his succulent touch.

I struggled to contain my moans, I desperately wanted to let loose, to cry out in unbridled passion at his tough. But I mustn’t, otherwise everything would be ruined if my daughter became aware of what was happening. But, oh gods that thought alone just made it all the more invigorating!

I could just imagine it: My daughter catching me getting off from her boyfriends touch. Her shocked expression displayed across her face as I screamed out in extasy, as I felt a long over due sense of relief as I came from an age of being untouched by anyone, even myself. Oh how intoxicating was that thought I dare say I nearly came from the thought alone.

But, I wasn’t there yet, I needed more, much more before I would reach my climax. I bucked my hips against his foot for the briefest of moments. A signal for him to go harder, to go faster; a signal telling him to make sure I came, soon!

He clearly got the message as I felt his foot press harder against me, rubbing me with much more speed, and passion. By the Brother Gods, I was drowning in the passion, and the love of his touch.

I could feel myself grow closer, and closer to my release. The pleasure from his touch only edging me further along.

I wanted to cry out, let loose a howling guttural moan of unbridled pleasure as I came from his touch. But I couldn’t, it would spoil all the fun if I did.

I was amazed that I managed to hold my moans in. It had been years since I felt such pleasure. It spoke volumes that I was able to hide it from my daughter, and her boyfriend. I was surprised he didn’t react to what he was doing to me.

A soft pant escaped my lips as he pushed on harder and faster than before. I bucked my hips harder against his foot as he edged me. I was close, dangerously close to cumming my brains out, and I couldn’t wait!

I squeezed my lips shut as I moaned deep within my throat, not doubt sounding like a purr of passion within my sealed lips. My body bucking for just a moment as I felt the juices flood my panties. Oh gods, I desperately needed that!

I coughed into my hands to hide my moans. I was basking in this liberating moment for but a second, and yet it felt like ages. My daughter asked me what was wrong, I simply stated I was a little parched. She offered to get us some tea, such a good girl. She soon got up, and left. Leaving me alone with her dear boyfriend.

Oh this was going to be fun!

My face, flushed red from euphoric pleasure turned to face my daughters boyfriend. His wide eyed blue eyes frantically darted between me, and my daughter as she left before his eyes settled upon me. A nervous gulp, and agasped mouth stared back at me.

Oh, that sneaky little devil!

He had been aiming for my daughter, not me! Evidently, he clearly missed the mark. He was stuttering an excuse before I in turn silenced him.

I stared deeply into those deep blue eyes of his, whispering softly to him that it was now my turn. As my stocking clad foot, rubbed against his hardening member.

It was big, shockingly big! I struggled to imagine how his pants held back such a monster.

I started to tease him, both with my foot and the words as I spoke. I told him how he was such a naughty boy; rubbing his girlfriend’s mother off till she came. All the while her daughter sat next to me. Such a naughty boy~!

He gasped softly as I rubbed his cock through his pants. He let loose a poor excuse that he thought he was rubbing off my daughter not me. I asked if they did this often, rubbing one another off, hidden from the sight of others. And, apparently they did, quite often at that.

Explained why the boy was so damn good at it.

He was about to apologize, but I cut him off by thanking him. He stared back at me in shock. I explained to him that it had been years since someone pleasured me like that. Even before I lost my darling husband at that. And, I told him that I had to. No, that I needed to return the favour.

It was only fair after all.

So I pressed my other foot against his groin. With a cock this big, one foot simply couldn’t give it the proper footjob it deserved.

He let out a low moan at my touched. i told him how I envied him, I wanted to scream when I felt his touch, but I couldn’t, not with my daughter next to me. But, hiding it from her was part of it all fun though.

I told him to undo his zipper to let that hard cock out, and he did just so. I marveled in amazement as I felt his long, thick, hard cock between my feet. I desperately wanted to peak under the table to see it in its raw glory, but I wouldn’t get that good of a look from where i was sitting.

I asked him how big he was. He gasped silently as I he told me. A foot?! I held a foot long cock between my feet?! Oh gods. I could only imagine how that would feel inside me.

I was about to ask another question, but was silenced by my daughter coming in. She placed three cups of tea before us, we inhaled the sweet aroma as the tea cooled before us.

The tea smelt nice, but I bet he smelt way, way better.

Our conversation resumed, chatting about how the reconstruction of Beacon was coming along, what they planned to do after it was completed, simple things like that. All the while I rubbed the head of his cock with my toes.

I could see the minute twitches across his face as he struggled to contain the desire to express the pleasure he felt from my touch. I couldn’t help, but wonder if this was what I had looked like when he rubbed me off.

Bet I looked damn good.

He started to buck his hips against my feet, his cock twitching about in my grasp. He was getting close. Good.

I wanted him to cum, to know that an old lady like me could still get a boy… No, a man off with just the simplest of touches. So far I was succeeding, but I need to feel the liquid proof upon my body. I needed it! Now!

But, that was proving to be a challenge. Evidently this boy had stamina for days. Boys with big auras, apparently the rumours about them had more truth to them than they said.

I could feel him twitch more as my feet rubbed him off. He was close dangerously close. Oh gods, I could almost taste it, and oh how I desperately wanted to!

A silent moan escaped his lips as he bucked forward, finally giving me what I wanted! His hot cum plastered all over my feet, and legs! His face giving off a pained, and relived expression as he reached his climax.

My daughter looked at her boyfriend, asking if he was alright, he simply played it off as just being a little tired. All the while I could feel rivers of hot cum run down my feet.

It was such a waste, such a godly load of cum would have felt far better coming out of my gaping pussy than upon my legs.

I shivered in arousal at the mere thought of it.

My daughter said it was late, they should probably get some sleep. She collected the cups and left to her bed. Her boyfriend, and I decided to stay, and chat for a bit.

As my daughter left my line of sight, I quietly whispered to him if he enjoyed himself. The thrill I got when he told me I was better than his daughter was invigorating!

I told him that this wasn’t over, this was merely the beginning of something wonderful.

Amber eyes stared into blue, as a pair of deep lustful smile splayed across our lips as he simple asked.

“Well then, what are we waiting for?”

Oh yeah, I still had it~!

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Okay, I did change this a little from the original. Just tweaked the grammar, and added some bits to improve the flow.

Don't expect me to do more of these. This is just one I've been wanting to share for years now. And, I finally relented.

Do enjoy~1

[thatoneautisticshark]

You asked for... Asks (I don't know how to properly word this) a while back, I have one for you. Idk if you still want it but-

You did oral fixation!Ghost with Price but... Maybe Price is tired one day? Needs a nap, not in the mood, ect, so what does he do? I mean, he's got a pair of rowdy Sargents who are more than willing to help Simon out.

Doesn't matter if you write it or not, just wanted to say I really like your work! <3 u buby grill

This is absolutely a fabulous idea, I adore it. And yes I am adoring getting asks. So I give you technically the next part. Aka Baby boy Simon gets the spoiling he deserves

Simon sat curled up on the couch of his captain, in one of Price's oversized shirts, just resting, not asleep but not fully awake.

Everything was a bit much, all the paperwork and missions, he just needed a relax, to drop the reins and be ordered gently. And preferably have something in his mouth.

Unfortunately Price was just not up for it today, not in the headspace to Dom. Which was annoying but it was what it was. Simon wasn't gonna be a dick and push boundaries.

He was just curled on the couch, while Price was out looking for Gaz. Gaz had accidentally walked in on them twice and knew of their arrangement, and considering some things he had said, they reckoned he'd want to be involved.

Although Simon couldn't imagine the awkward convo that was going down. Because he doubted Price would just say “Hey Garrick, do you want your lieutenant sucking your dick? Cause he is wanting to sub, but I'm not in the mood.” As funny as it would be.

Simon blinked as he received a text, picking up his phone, to look at the message from Price.“Do you want Soap too? Gaz knows he has the hots for you”

He had to re-read it several times before answering. He knew he should say no, not turn the team into even more of a fuck group then it was becoming. But the thought of those hands in his hair, that Scottish voice praising him, had him sending a thumbs up.

It took maybe five minutes for the door to open and the three men to enter. Price at the front, the two sergeants at the back, and Soap paused, staring at Simon, and it took a minute for him to realise it was because soap had never seen his face.

“Bloody ‘ell LT, ye right Bonnie” and Simon immediately knew his face was flushing from the giggle from Gaz as the sergeants sat on the couch.

It took a minute of awkward silence before Gaz broke it. “Soo.. uh the cap said you're needing some stress relief?...And uh.. you have an.. oral fixation right?”

Simon nodded, having forgot how awkward first arrangements and sex discussions were, it having been years and years since anything was awkward with him and Price.

“Uhm… yeah.. just like …. Subbing …” He trailed off awkwardly. Rubbing the back off his neck, really wishing he had the mask to cover his flaming face.

Soap looked like he won the lottery, with a big grin. “So you like subbing? Like soft or hard Dom. Also are you a brat or like a soft sub” Well at least Soap knew actual terms that gave Simon some hope.

Price cut in before he could answer “He is very much a soft sub, very sweet. Gentle orders get him going, he likes having things in his mouth and praise.”

Simon flushed again, nodding, but was grateful he didn't have to actually say it himself.

Soap nodded. “Okay, easy done. Gaz, you want his mouth on you?”

The man in question nodded, as Soap moved to sit on the floor, before patting his lap for Simon to sit on.

He could already feel the pleasant buzz of dropping into subspace, the way he wanted to follow the ask without question, dropping and crawling to Soap's lap.

The Scot let his hands wander a minute before settling on the Brits hips. “Jesus I've dreamed o’ this, Ghost.”

Gaz sat on the couch, Simon on soaps' lap between his legs. His dark skin was slightly tinted pink, with his eyes eager.

Meanwhile, Price sat back on his bed, looking over the top of his book, at his boy being spoiled. He could already see the tension leaving Simons body.

Simon let his head be tilted up by Gaz, looking at at him through his lashes. “Oh Jesus. Price wasn't kidding, you are beautiful like this.” He murmured, stroking Simons cheeks. “Yeah, you just need to drop the reins a bit? Be cared for like the sweet boy you are.”

Simon gave a soft hum, almost a moan. He was a sweet boy, and deserved this. All stress, and thoughts of his paperwork slowly drifted away, leaving him settled in soaps' lap, and having Gaz’s thumb gently pushed into his mouth.

He sucked on it, hollowing his cheeks, licking the finger tip, prompting a swear from the man above him. Gaz groaned “Bloody hell, Ghost. Can't wait to get those soft lips around my cock”

The finger in Simon's mouth pulled away, as Gaz fumbled his belt undone. When he whined, Soap slipped on of his own rough fingers in, resting it on the tongue.

“Needy aren't you bon?” he murmered slipping his spare hand under the soft shirt, Ghosting fingers over the nipples peaking in the cold.

Simon moaned around the digit in his mouth, letting his head fall against the thigh of Gaz.

Gaz immediately, gently tugged his head up by the hair. “Your mouth all ready for this cock, baby?” He cooed, stroking himself, spreading the precum around the tip, before placing it on his Lieutenants tongue.

He was clearly being super careful, unsure of Simons ability, and that just wouldn't do. Simon moved forward, his nose burying in the soft curls at the base, as it hit the back of his throat. He heard the punched out breath from below him, and Gaz’s breathy swear as his head flopped against the couch.

But barely noticed, already so deep. His one track mind was simply on the warm weight in his mouth, the girth stretching his lips wonderfully, his gag reflex trying to react to the intrusion as he bobbed his head.

The hand on his hips gripped tighter, and he registered Soaps' hips bucking and grinding against his arse with soft moans. Gaz hands were still tugging his hair wonderfully.

He barely registered his vision getting fuzzy and black at the edges, until Price's voice from his bed rang out “Get him to breathe Gaz. He isn't breathing”

He heard an ever so slightly panicked squeak from the man above before his head was gently pulled back by the hair.

Soaps hands moving from his hips to tap his cheek. “Breathe Bonnie.”He coughed slightly, tears streaming his cheeks from gagging.

When he looked up, he met the worried deep brown eyes of Gaz. “You solid?”

Simon nodded, slightly moaning “Solid. We can keep going.” He dove back down, sucking Gaz's balls, using his hand to jerk the length while letting his throat rest a second.

Soaps hips slowly began moving against his arse again, as Gaz pulled him back down to the cock, nearing completion.

“Such a good fucking boy. You take my dick like you were made for it love.” Simons moan around the dick was the undoing of Gaz. The younger man tried to tug Simon off, because you don't just cum down a man's throat with no warning.

But Simon shook his head as Gaz tensed and came.

He pulled off with a vulgar pop, tilting his head back and kissing Soap, watching the mans face as he drank down Gaz's cum.

The hips against his arse stuttered as Soap rutted to completion, burying his face in Simon's shoulder with a moan.

Simon barely registered being picked up and moved to the bed, cleaned up and tucked in. When he really came too, and he was on Prices chest, Gaz's arm across them, and Soaps head on his thigh, he decided this was the best place to be.

[emma23]

Ohhgg Steven Grant getting baby fever... Reading that little drabble, I can only imagine it getting worse. He sees little clothes, children at a park, even nursery builds in an IKEA catalog and gives you those puppy dog eyes. He isn't pressuring you intentionally but God if he isn't the king of getting what he wants

Marc feels like he would be in the "we are not ready for a baby absolutely not" category. There are too many uncertain factors, so much can go wrong and he doesn't want his love or their child to get put in harms way because of his moon knighting so to speak

Jake could probably be convinced, but still would see the dangers and still tell you that it's something that they should really be on the same page and be extremely prepared for (don't get it wrong he would be ecstatic to be a papa)

Steven.... Baby fever is contagious.. he wants that taste of domestic bliss and all the hardships that come with it. I don't even want children, but I think Steven could convince me with little effort,,

Omg love the idea !!! 💕

Steven/ Marc/ Jake x reader

You weren’t expecting it when it started.

It was subtle at first—Steven’s eyes lingering a little longer than usual when you passed a baby stroller on the street, his lips parting in quiet awe when a toddler giggled at him in the grocery store. You noticed the way he hesitated in the baby aisle at Target, fingers brushing over the tiny socks like they were made of gold, and how he always seemed to pause when flipping through a magazine that happened to have an article about parenting.

At first, you thought it was nothing.

But then, you caught him staring at an IKEA catalog, completely ignoring the ‘practical storage solutions’ section he usually obsessed over. His focus? A nursery setup, all soft blues and yellows, tiny bookshelves filled with plush animals, and a crib that looked like it had been handcrafted by angels.

“Oh, no,” you muttered under your breath.

Steven Grant had baby fever.

And Steven Grant was very, very good at getting what he wanted.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about it before. The idea of a little one running around, a mix of you and them, was… sweet. But this was not something you could decide on impulse.

And Marc? Marc was a hard no.

"We are absolutely not ready for a baby," he told you one night, arms crossed over his chest like a barrier between him and the conversation. "We have too much going on. Too many risks. Too much shit we still need to work through."

His voice was firm, but there was something in his eyes—fear. Not of being a father, necessarily, but of bringing a child into his world, a world that was dangerous, unpredictable.

Jake? Well.

"¿Un bebé, huh?" He tilted his head, assessing you with that sharp, knowing look. "I mean… It’s a big thing, mi vida. We’d have to be sure. Really sure. But…" A slow smirk spread across his face. "I'd be lying if I said I didn’t like the idea of a little one calling me ‘papá’ someday."

That left you in the middle of a tug-of-war you weren’t prepared for.

On one side, Steven and his dangerously persuasive pout.

On the other, Marc’s logic and fear.

And in between? Jake, who was probably enjoying this chaos a little too much.

It all came to a head one Saturday afternoon when you and Steven went to the park.

It was meant to be a simple outing—fresh air, a walk, maybe some ice cream. But then, Steven saw them.

The kids.

Toddlers chasing after bubbles, little ones waddling unsteadily across the grass, tiny hands reaching for their parents’ fingers. A dad lifted his giggling daughter into the air, spinning her around before settling her onto his shoulders.

Steven didn’t say anything.

He just looked.

And when you turned to him, his eyes were soft, filled with something deep and yearning.

"Love," he murmured, barely audible. "Can you imagine it? A little one. Someone to love, to protect… to teach about ancient Egypt and proper museum cataloging, of course."

You snorted, nudging him. "Because that's exactly what kids want to learn about."

"They should," he huffed playfully, but then, more seriously, "I just… I think about it a lot, yeah? I know it’s not simple, but I want that with you. I do."

You exhaled slowly, heart squeezing at the way he looked at you—like you were the whole damn universe.

"Steven…"

And then—

"Absolutely not."

Marc’s voice. Sharp. Unyielding. He was at the front now, pulling Steven back like a parent snatching a kid away from the edge of a cliff.

Steven groaned, rolling his eyes. "Marc—"

"No."

"Marc, c'mon, mate, it’s not like I’m asking for one right this second—"

"You're looking at car seats like you're about to shove one in our shopping cart."

Steven huffed. "That's exaggerating."

"It's not. Y/N, back me up here." Marc turned to you, arms crossed.

You hesitated. "Well… I mean…"

Steven’s eyes snapped to you, hopeful.

Marc’s narrowed.

You sighed. "Marc, I get it. I do. But…" You glanced at Steven, the sheer want in his expression making your stomach flip. "It’s not crazy to think about, is it?"

Marc groaned, rubbing his face. "Christ."

"See?" Steven beamed. "Not crazy."

"Not crazy," Marc muttered. "Just—fuck, okay, hypothetically—"

Steven’s eyes lit up.

"—if we ever did this, we’d need to be prepared. We’d need to think about safety. Logistics. The reality of it."

"Of course," Steven agreed immediately.

"And—"

"Ah, mierda, just give in already."

Jake.

"Jake." Marc’s voice was warning.

Jake just laughed, low and easy. "C’mon, hermano. You know you’re picturing it now."

"I’m not," Marc snapped, then scowled. "Okay, maybe a little."

Jake smirked.

Steven grinned.

Marc sighed, dragging a hand down his face. "Fuck."

That night, you and Steven curled up together on the couch, wrapped in a thick blanket, his arms snug around you.

"You really want this, don’t you?" you murmured, fingers threading through his curls.

Steven pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. "More than anything, love."

You swallowed hard, leaning into him. Maybe… maybe this was something you could want.

Much later, when things turned heated—when Steven had you pressed against the mattress, murmuring sweet, desperate things against your skin—he whispered, "Y'know, practice makes perfect."

You flicked his forehead.

"Ow!"

"You're impossible."

"Yeah, but you love me."

You rolled your eyes, laughing breathlessly. "God help me, I do."

[devixxish]

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x gn! Reader

Word Count: 644

Tags: angst, hurt/no comfort, already existing problems in the relationship, reader doesn't hate the ex, they just hurt,, nothing heavy tbh

A/N: (honestly, idk what this is) I wrote this with Gojo in my mind, but you can imagine anyone tbh, nothing is specified. Uhh take this as you will :D Aight, enjoy ♡

The rain hadn't stopped all night. It hit the windshield in heavy drops, blurring the passing city lights into colorful streaks. You sat in the passenger's seat, legs curled up, fingers lazily tracing invisible shapes on the fogged-up glass of the window. He drove with one hand on the wheel, the other idly drumming against the gear shift, music playing low through the speakers.

Neither of you said much. You never really did on nights like this.

You turned your head, your gaze landing on him; watching him in the dim glow of the dashboard. He looked tired- he always did. Eyes fixed on the road, lips pressed together and jaw tight like he was chewing on something he couldn't quite voice. You knew that look all too well. You always knew. It always came when he was thinking about him.

It had been long. How long exactly, you couldn't be sure. Maybe too long. Too long since you had comforted him through the worst of it, since you had picked up his pieces, since you had crossed the line from friends to.. whatever this was. Too long since you had last told yourself it didn't matter, that the past was the past. But the past always had a way of lingering, heavy, unrelenting. And no matter how often or how hard he tried, you could feel it; you weren't the only one lingering. And, perhaps, he knew it too.

"I think about him sometimes," you suddenly spoke up, voice quiet, almost drowned out by the angry thuds of the rain.

His grip on the wheel tightened. "What?"

It took a moment for you to answer. "I see him. In my head.", you clarified, head now turned to the other side as you traced a raindrop down the window. "Like he's still here."

You didn't have to explain further. He knew exactly what you meant.

A deep breath, then a soft sigh. "He's not."

You almost hated how broken he sounded when he said that. Almost.

"Do you see him, though?", you pressed, voice timid as you turned again to face him. "When you look at me, do you ever wish it was him?"

The pause was just a second too long.

The light ahead turned red, and he slowed the car to a stop. The rain only got worse, hammering against the roof of the car, filling the silence he wouldn't.

The air between you had thickened with unspoken truths and unshed tears. You wanted to ask more- Did he love you better? Did he know you more? Am I just a replacement of what you lost? -but you feared you already knew the answers to each and everyone of those questions. And you weren't so sure you would be able to handle hearing the words from his mouth.

You looked down at your hands on your lap, curling and flexing your fingers as if you could shake the feeling away that way.

"Forget it. It doesn't matter," you muttered, reaching for the door handle. You wanted to get out of there. You needed to get away.

But his hand shot out, fingers wrapping around your wrist. Warm and steady against your cold skin.

"Don't.", he said, voice low, tired. "Don't do that."

You exhaled shakily through your nose, eyes glued down on where his fingers pressed into your skin.

"Then tell me," you whispered, voice equally as broken and tired as his own, as you lifted your gaze to meet his. "Tell me I'm not a replacement. Tell me I'm not here just 'cause you miss what you lost."

The light turned green. He didn't move. Didn't let go. Didn't speak.

Outside, life kept going. Cars sped past, people hurried under their umbrellas and life kept moving forward like nothing had changed.

But in the small space of that car, everything had.

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[sanaxo-o]

Fell in love all over again (Joshua Hong)

Warnings/genre: pure fluff, established relationship, making out, the reader overthinks for a while, Hyunjae is the cutest at the end, comfort (?), nicknames (love).

Sana: so this is my remake for this hyunjae fic of mine. Happy Valentine’s Day lovely’s <3 I cannot wait to get back into writing like usual once my exams get over so until then enjoy this small fic <3

Word count: 1,423

Sitting down at the table, you looked around the place, it was a place you would always dream about.

A huge hall with a chandelier in the middle— which was full of diamonds making it shine brightly. You let out a small laugh of content when you notice the ring on your finger.

Never would you have imagined that you would get married to the person you spent nine years of your life with.

You have known Joshua since you were in highschool and up until now. And he had managed to prove himself that he was the one for you countless times.

The day you felt alone and needed comfort, he was there for you with a tub full of ice cream and a night full of cuddles as he listened to you talk about your feelings; how you would sometimes just get the feeling of being alone as if no one was on your side and you were left to fight your battles all alone.

But he was there to prove you wrong. To tell you that even though you felt as if you were alone he would always be there by your side with open arms. No matter what happens, he always got your back.

That was also the time when you were damn sure that he was gonna be the man you would want to get married to. No one else would be able to have your heart like he has.

The day you got into your dream university, he was there to celebrate it with you. Even when you doubted yourself about not being worthy enough he made himself clear that you’re in fact one of the people who truly deserve that spot because of your hard work.

You look around the place once more and you could suddenly feel your heart sinking, what if this was not the right thing to do?

You could feel your hand start to shake. All you wanted to do at that very moment was to get up and just storm out of the place, but you were afraid to do that.

It was Valentine’s Day and Joshua prepared all of this just for you only to see you storm out like that. You did not want to seem ungrateful so you tried to calm yourself down but the more you pondered about your future the more anxious you got.

From the corner of your eyes you noticed Joshua walking back to the table. Taking a deep breath in you tried to look normal but as the time passed by, every passing second felt like hours.

Placing your hand under the table you kept your other hand over it in hope that it would stop shaking but it was of no use.

Looking up you observed as Joshua took a seat in front of you. Giving you a small smile he poured you a glass of champagne and raised his to make a toast with you.

Holding the glass in a tight grip you clink your glass with his as you take a small sip from it, “Happy Valentine’s Day love. I hope you like what I prepared for us.” Joshua says with a soft smile playing on his lips as he takes a sip of champagne from his own glass.

Passing him a small smile you anxiously look around the place, not having it in you to look him in the eye. You knew how happy he was and you did not want to ruin this moment with him just because of what you were feeling.

You knew thinking so ahead in the future was stupid but what could you do? Your habit of overthinking always got the best of you…

“Are you okay?” You snap out of your thoughts when you hear Joshua’s voice. Looking back at him you nod your head slightly but you notice how his eyes searched for yours.

You could see the slight flicker in them as he placed his glass of champagne back on the table. Standing up he forwarded his hand towards you as he waited for you to take his hand in yours.

Without any questions asked you grab his hand in yours as you stand up from your seat, “Do you trust me?” Joshua asks as he walks towards the exit with his hand hooked with yours.

Giving him a small nod you continue walking with him, “What about the food though?” You ask softly as you stop on your tracks which made him halt in his tracks to turn around and face you.

“Don’t worry. We can come back later, I cannot let you go back home empty stomach now, can I?” Joshua says with a grin on his face as he drags you towards his car.

Opening the backseat door he lets you enter the car first as he himself enters once he’s sure that you’re comfortable sitting in the seat.

“What’s wrong, hmm?” Joshua asked softly as he tangled his hands in your luscious hair. Pushing the strands of hair behind your ear, he slowly made his fingers come to your forehead as he applied slight pressure on them to give you a massage.

Closing your eyes at his actions you let your head rest against the seat as you take in deep breaths to calm your heart down, “I don’t know, aren’t we too young to get married? What if something goes wrong? I don’t want to lose you..” you tell him, your voice barely above a whisper as you slowly look towards Joshua who continues to stare at you with his soft gaze.

“No, I don’t think we’re too young. We’re both financially stable at the moment and I believe in the fact that nothing would go wrong. Our love is strong enough for that sweetheart..” he says as he gently pulls you closer towards him in the backseat of the car.

Resting your head against his chest you close your eyes as you listen to his heartbeat, “Promise me that you won’t leave me alone? Ever..” you whisper with your face buried in his chest as Joshua continues to stroke your hair in a gentle manner.

“I promise I will never leave you alone. Ever..” he says as he brings his hand towards your chin and makes you look up.

Leaning down he slowly attaches his lips on yours, sitting up straight you tangle your hands in his soft curly hair as you pull on them while Joshua continues to kiss you.

You could feel your heart come up in your throat as he continued to kiss you, his hands wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer towards him if that was even possible.

Pulling away, you gasped for air as you noticed the string of saliva which was connecting you both together, an indication of the intense makeup session you just had. Staring into his eyes you leaned closer towards him once again as you gave his nose a light peck.

Nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, Joshua smiled as hugged your figure closer to his warm embrace, “I think I just fell in love with you all over again..” Joshua mumbled in the crook of your neck. His voice sends vibrations throughout your whole body as you give out a small laugh at his words.

“Every minute of the day makes me fall in love with you even more if you’re wondering..” you tell him while playing with his hair.

You don't even know when you sat on his lap in the backseat like this but all you know is that this Valentine’s Day was a day to remember.

Stealing a glance at Joshua you let out a giggle when you notice his ears turning a shade of bright red.

“Are you blushing because of what I said or because of the make out session we just had?” You say in a slightly teasing tone as you poke his cheeks with your fingers.

Looking back up Joshua looks everywhere but you, “Oh look at the time. We should head back inside to have our dinner..” he says trying to change the subject.

Opening the door of the car he lets you get down first before he got out. Locking the car you both started walking towards the hall again with your laughter beaming through the night.

The moonlight shining its light on the two of you making it look like a scene right out of a romantic movie.