#kiss his pretty hands... just all over just hold it to my face as i keep planting little kisses all over

[catcze]

SEMI-NSFW!! 16+ ONLY !! — Sylus. gn reader, no body parts mentioned. Fade to black right before you fuck so nothing explicit, but heavily implied. Lovesick Sylus ♡

Yes, Sylus finds enjoyment in branding your skin with his teeth, leaving marks for all to admire for the coming days. He’s a man in love— sue him. But when you’re the one marking him up, clinging to him with your face buried in his neck and your teeth in his skin, painting another pretty bruise there for everyone to see, Sylus’ breath catches and his heart races. Knowing that you’re marking him— that you’re staking a claim on him. That you’re declaring him yours. Your man, your beloved, your dragon.

A helpless groan rises from his chest, guttural and rough. One of his arms wraps around you, keeping you pressed close. It’s almost like he’s begging you to keep going— to leave more bites and bruises on his skin. Enough that they won’t fade, enough that no one doubts the fact that he’s yours.

His other hand rises to his mouth, shakily trying to muffle the embarrassing litany of gasps and groans that are punched from his chest. His cheeks are heated, his wool body feeling like it’s burning under your touch.

“I’m all yours,” Sylus can’t help but breathlessly murmur when you (regrettably) part from the painting of bruises on his neck. His eyes are hazy— dazed. Like he’s seeing the world in sparkles and shines, with you at the center of it all. His hand tightens around your waist. “Say it, my heart. Please.”

And he’s helpless as you caress his cheek so gently. Helpless to melt in the palm of your hand, cheek nuzzling against your touch like a man starved. His eyes flutter shut, and his one hand grasps yours, holding it still as he presses a kiss to the base of your palm, then your wrist, then each of your fingertips.

You shiver at the heat in his kiss— at the expression of pure love and desire that he wears. It’s hard to breathe, you think, when faced with your dragon’s immeasurable devotion. “You’re mine,” you say, soft and sincere, trying your best to not let your voice shake. Sylus shakes underneath you. “From now until eternity— you’re mine.”

And he groans, raw and ragged, the sound of deep satisfaction pulled from somewhere in the recesses of his soul. It feels so right when you say that— when you claim him as yours. It makes all the years he’s spent without it seem microscopic in comparison. He’d relive it all, just to hear you say it again and again.

“And you’re mine, as well,” Sylus says, taking your hand and pressing it over his chest, where his heart beats, but only for you. “And I will always find my way back to you.”

With a single smooth movement, he rolls the two of you until your back is cushioned against the sheets of the bed, and he’s hovering over you— the only thing you can see. Crimson eyes devour you hungrily, reverently. But his hand is still gentle as he caressed your cheek, soft in the way his arm around your middle still keeps you pressed against him.

“Let me show you my devotion, my heart, so that you never forget it again,” Sylus murmurs, the hand on your cheek trailing down— down your neck, past your chest, even lower than your stomach, and suddenly, you understand why dragons are described as greedy creatures.

[st4rrybl4de]

guys walk with me here. *gulps* . . . pretty boy ren who just wants to devour you whole, literally. ♡ sucking your toes, biting you . . he’s soooooo pussy drunk over his cute little girlfriend. nsfw! minors do not interact or i’ll get you! this was supposed to be a short drabble, buttttt i got carried away. oops.

"renny, you gotta slow down!" manicured fingers feebly attempt to slow the man's cruel pace. choked sobs fall on deaf ears, calloused hands clinging to the back of your weak knees. pressing your legs back until baby-pink painted feet hang over his broad shoulders. eren's nothing short of fucking mean as he folds and squishes you against the car door, each fluid roll of his hips reverberating your head against the door with a thump. you can feel his fat cockhead scraping against your cervix. it hurts. and his hands are gripping you so tight you feel like you might break. he forgets how heavy he is, leaning all his weight onto you as he slides into your soppy pussy.

and despite how much it stings, you love it. you love him. every thrust brings a new wave of pleasure that makes your head spin. you can barely breathe, the air punched out of you every time he pushes in. salty tears stream down your face as you cling to the man for dear life. and just when you think he can't get any rougher, eren forces you even further against the car door. "stop runnin’ ma, you can take it.” the wet squelch of his dick sliding into you almost too embarrassing. your legs shake, pussy pulsing around his thick length. painfully, you're cumming. again. you don't know how many times you've cum at this point. eren drives you through it, groaning and muttering sweet words. the way he's fucking you, you'd think he was the one who just came. nails scratch against his sweaty back, body shuddering with the effort of keeping up with his brutal pace.

he slaps a hand against the car window, pushing off you and fucking his dick as far as he can into you. you feel him in your stomach, the slight bulge in your stomach a testimony. you mewl, legs trembling as the brunette continues to abuse your cunt. you're tired. everything hurts. "i know you're sleepy baby, just a little more. i-fuck, i swear." his words are barely intelligible, a string of curses, promises, and praises falling from his lips. the way his face contorts is beautiful. his eyebrows are furrowed, eyes screwed shut, and mouth hanging open as his thrusts grow sloppy. "oh my gosh," you're whimpering as he wraps his lips around your big toe, tongue swirling around the painted nail. the sensation is odd.

but it's not enough to deter your pleasure. if anything it heightens the feeling. the warmth that spreads through your body is overwhelming. your heat squeezing his cock, the muscles spasming as you cum again. he swears he could eat your pretty ass up. gently, pecking sloppy wet kisses on your feet, giving each foot the same attention. he kisses from the top of your toes to the golden ankle bracelet adorning your leg, you smell so good. "pretty as fuck mama," he's slurring, pussy drunk as he fucks you. you know he's close, the way he's babbling and whining.

eren has never been a biter, well, until tonight. he’s sinking his teeth into your calves as he holds your bottom half up, a poor attempt to stifle his moans. they were so loud they could almost drown out your own. you had never heard him so desperate before. your hips were moving on their own accord, rolling in tight circles and pressing back against him. he was desperate, and that only egged you on more. his nails dig into the soft skin of your thigh. “shittttt, my pretty baby lettin’ me use her sooo good.” his voice now cranked an octave.

the man is cumming shortly after. the feeling of your tightening walls pulling him to the edge. hot ropes of cum fill you. he pushes in as far as he can go, cock throbbing as he empties his balls. you can't tell what the hell he's saying anymore. his words are garbled, slurred together and almost incoherent. the only word you can make out is baby. it's a chant, the brunette calling you that over and over again. eren finally stills, his cock pulsating with the last spurts of his orgasm. the compact space is silent aside from the sound of labored breathing.

it's not until a few minutes later, after your heart rate has gone back to normal and your body isn't on fire anymore that eren slowly pulls his spent cock out of your pussy. cum leaks out, the pearly substance dripping onto the car floor. you feel so empty without his fat cock inside you. gently, he sets your feet back down on the car floor. he grabs his boxers off and wipes your leaking hole. the white fabric is covered in your juices and his cum. but he doesn't give a fuck, tossing it into the darkness. promising to clean it later. he tucks himself back into his sweatpants and looks down at you, eyes raking over your body.

his heart aches at the sight. puffy red eyes. a blotchy tear-stained face. pouty lips swollen from being bitten. a sheen of sweat covers your body, his fingerprints littering your waist. you look fucking ruined, and he can't help but smirk at the damage he's done. "erennnnn," you whine, reaching your arms out to him. the burly man obliges, his large body hovering over yours. "what?" his tone is teasing, lips pulled into a smirk.

"you gotta tell me what you want baby," you huff, brows furrowing. "you already know," you're pouting, arms still stretched out towards him. eren is smiling cheekily as he leans over, lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss. his fingers brush against your cheek as he cups your face, tongue swiping along your bottom lip. you moan into his mouth, sore body arching into his touch. "didn't know you had a foot fetish renny.” you tease against his lips, eren can't stop the laughter that falls from his lips, eyes are sparkling as he looks at you. flushed cherks and a grin on his lips. he really is so handsome. you're delirious.

"i don't," he kisses his teeth, "just love your feet."

𝒮𝒯𝟦𝑅𝑅𝒴𝐵𝐿𝟦𝒟𝐸 all rights reserved. comments, reblogs and likes are highly appreciated ♡︎

[p3achfilm]

just a nasty thought in my head about plug!eren ♡︎

erenn lovessss when you ride his dick high, the way your manicured hands claw at his toned stomach. the way you whine so sweetly as you feed yourself his cock, inch by inch. lips stretching and suckling as you accommodate the stinging stretch. usually you’re shy when it comes to being on top, but when you’re high? you ride him without a care in the world. “f-f-f- fucking me soooo good,” you hiccup pathetically, the way he presses against your gummy walls makes you want to pass out. half lidded chartreuse eyes gaze into you, he’s so pussy drunk, blunt tucked between his full lips threatening to fall between the dodge’s seat.

he doesn't give a fuck, his eyes are all for you. he loves watching you like this. an inked hand rests on your hip, guiding you with a steady pressure, watching the way his fat cock vanishes each time you drop onto him. you gasp sharply, head rolling back as his hips buck up hard, a low moan spilling from his mouth. “my baby soo pretty,” he coos, holding the joint in his hand now, the other thumbing the corner of your lips as a dribble of drool pools over your chin. he can tell you're getting close, the way your eyes roll and the way your hips are beginning to move erratically. god, he wants to put a baby inside your pretty ass. he can feel the way your walls flutter around him, the way you can't seem to hold eye contact.

“ooo, she so wet, talkin’ to me and shit.” he reaches down and begins flicking your clit, making you jump and yelp in surprise. “y-you’re s-so good to me ren!” you sob, tears of overstimulation and pleasure welling in the corner of your eyes. “mm, i know baby.” he nods, sitting up slightly, he wants you to come first, needs to see the look on your face. your thighs shake as his fingers rub you just right, it's like a fire is starting at the tip of his finger, the flame licking through your veins as your orgasm takes hold. you throw your head back and whine as you come, body convulsing and jerking as he pulls you into his chest, thrusting up and chasing his own orgasm.

it only takes him a few more thrusts before he's coming inside of you, filling your cunt and painting your walls with his hot seed. then his fingers are playing with your clit again, even as your pussy is clenching, milking him for all he's worth. his fingers don't stop until you're ugly sobbing and squirting all over his cock, the lewd sounds of his fingers sloshing in your squirt. he lets go of you finally, lifting you effortlessly off his dick with a pop, followed by a trail of his cum.

a grin pulls at his lips, bringing the joint back up to his lips. he loves the way your pussy looks right now. softly, he cups your face, fingers digging into your chin. “kiss me,” immediately he’s pressing his lips into yours, smoke billowing from his mouth into yours. eren’s always been a nasty kisser, a mess of teeth, tongue and spit as he cocks his head to the side. you whine when he pulls away, longing for more of his torch.

“you’re gonna make s’ch a pretty mommy, turn around.”

[luvyeni]

🥮… ( drabble ) ̨ new do ! ୨୧ 一 황현진 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ hyunjin showing you his new haircut ヾ

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request. buzzcut hyune drabble? 🤤

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 i hope you like it <3 !!!

standing in your kitchen; washing the dishes while you waited for hyunjin to get back from whatever he was doing — so unaware of what was to walk through your front door.

hyunjin walked through the front door; smiling at the sight in front of him, you were dancing around to his solo song in one of his shirts; he was in love. running his fingers through his newly buzzed hair like muscle memory. “baby.”

he sat his bag down; taking his shoes off before making his way into the kitchen. “baby.” he said in sing songy voice; shaking his head because you were so deaf sometimes. he finally came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you. “oh my god!” you jumped in shock. “you didn’t hear me?” he placed his chin on your shoulder. “no the music was too loud.” you reached over to turn the volume down.

“where did you go so suddenly?” you turned around to face your man, your jaw dropping. “you like?” he smiled. “i sent you off with long black hair.” you brought me your hands to his head. “you don’t like it?”

like it? you fucking loved it. “no i love it, it’s just new.” you said, rubbing his head, he sighed feeling your fingers on his scalp. “i don’t have anything to tug at anymore, but i definitely can get used to this.” you giggled as he kissed your neck, pulling away looking at you with lust in his eyes. “here i am wanting to show you my new hair and you’re thinking naughty.” his hands traveling down to your waist , lifting you onto the counter. “hyune what are you doing?”

“what does it look like princess?” he pushed the shirt up to your waist; kissing the inside of your thighs. “gonna eat your pretty little pussy.” you moaned out as he kissed your cunt through your panties. “hyunjin.” he chuckled, pulling them to the side. “such a pretty pussy; so tasty.” before you say anything your words were caught in your throat by him licking a fat stripe up your slip. “oh-oh fuck.”

he began to devour you like it was his last meal, licking and sucking your folds; his hands tight around your thighs. “hyune.” you moaned , your hands flying to his head like muscle memory. “fuck that feels so good.” pushing his head further in between your legs. “fuck keep going , m’ gonna cum.” your head was thrown back against the cabinet; nails digging into his head — which probably hurt like a bitch , but knowing your boyfriend he was getting a kick out of it. “h-hyune.”

he replaced his lips with one of his long fingers; curling it inside you; a lazy smirk stained his lips, that were covered in you. “you gonna cum baby?” you nodded profusely. “fu-fuck yes , please let me cum , please.” you sobbed out. “fuck look at you begging for so prettily.” he chuckled; your man was already fine , but this new haircut just made him extra fine — and you didn’t even know that was possible. “cum for me , cream my fingers.” his voice was so seductive and that was all you needed , before your legs were wrapping around his forearm and you were cumming , shaking in his hold. “that’s it , make a mess on my fingers.”

he used his thumb to rub little circles on your clit to further the orgasm. “so pretty baby.” he pulled his fingers from outside of you, bringing them to his plump lips. “you taste so fucking good princess.” he never forgot to give you a loving kiss on your forehead. “see i know you would find away to hold on to my head , although it kinda hurts.” you giggled. “you wouldn’t be hard as rock right now if you didn’t like it.” you could feel him , pressed against you. he nodded agreeing, grinding against you , you moaned out. “you’re right about that princess.”

“i want you to keep gripping my head while my cock is breeding your pretty pussy.”

©️LUVYENI

[virginreprise]

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jackson!joel miller x reader ✧˖ * °

✧. ┊ ddlg dynamics, smut, fluff, edging, mean and soft joel, so basically joel, squirting, daddy kink, unspecified age gap, dirty talk, established relationship, just more of my depravity pretty much

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─── ⋆⋅. AO3 .⋅⋆ ──

“C’mon, baby, don’t cry.” 

There’s a hand down your face, another dancing along the skin of your stomach and pressing against the flesh—calming the heaving breaths that come with the tears. 

Both legs are shaking with the exertion, your lips trembling as you rub your thighs together in a desperate attempt to tip yourself over the edge. To finally give yourself relief from the nauseatingly painful ache that leaks between your legs—seeping into the crevasses of your brain and rendering yourself a dumb, whimpering mess at the faux sympathy and shaking determination of the object of your desecration. 

“Joel,” you whisper, throat too sore from where his cock had been inside it previously to open your mouth more than an inch. “D-daddy.” 

“Shhhh, babydoll, s’okay.” 

Through your blurred eyes, you can see his smirk, the undeniable pride that lingers in the pits of every bruise on his body; every scar that disappears when he has you so desperate. 

“It’s not,” you manage to whine. “Daddy, please, it hurts.” 

All he does is laugh, kissing uncharacteristically softly along your body—a distinct difference from the harsh treatment of your poor, abused cunt he had been toying with for the past hour. Sweat was glistening along your skin, naked as the day you were born save for the frilly little socks on your feet he had insisted you keep on in case your toes were to become cold. Couldn’t have that. 

No, Joel’s little angel baby could not have cold feet. That level of discomfort was far too much for the man to allow. It was perfectly fine to have your clit rubbed raw and swollen, however. That was a pain you needed for your own peace of mind. 

“I know it does,” he muttered with little sympathy, thumb running over your nipple—a jolt at the sensation and Joel’s smirk widening at the discovery. “Oh, honey, you’re so sensitive, ain’t ya?” 

You peel your eyes open to scowl at him, the condition he’s worked you up to making you so irritable you could hardly care if he was disappointed in your attitude. 

“Yes!” you whine, hand clawing at his shirt—the object of your desires hovering above you, still fully clothed whilst you lay naked and sweating. “Daddy, please, I haven’t been bad!” 

It was the truth. Joel knew it too. You’d been his perfect girl all these weeks he’d been busy helping control the dangerous amount of infected that had been hoarding the mountains surrounding Jackson. Long days and late nights, a tired and consequently irritable Joel coming home to a sweet and obedient you that didn’t cry, barely even flinched when he snapped at you that time you’d been rambling about your day and he wasn’t in the mood to find it endearing. You’d just quietly apologised and then crawled onto the floor to take your place at his feet—arm wrapping around his leg and face nuzzling into his thigh. 

He’d apologised the next morning and kissed you all over, more forgiving than he was now: hovered over you and pulling away every time you felt the coil tighten and threaten to snap. 

“I know you have,” he said matter-of-factly. “And daddy’s very proud of you but this isn’t a punishment, baby. I’m rewardin’ you.”

“No you’re not-” 

“Hey, now,” he scolded, gripping the hands that fisted at his shirt, wrapping his fingers around your wrists and pushing them against your chest; holding you hostage as he explained himself. “Don’t interrupt me or I ain’t ever lettin’ you finish.” 

You pouted, still defiant as ever but decided forgivingly to hear him out, mumbling a half-hearted apology and letting him speak. 

“I ain’t tryna make you feel bad, baby, daddy would never wanna do that to you. ‘Specially with how good you’ve been and I know it don’t feel too good right now but the payoff is gonna be somethin’ special, I promise you.” The grip of your wrists began to loosen at your quizzical brow, the contempt replaced with confusion. 

“But how-”

“Shh, honey.” He shook his head softly, bringing your hands to his lips and placing kisses along the knuckles. “You have to trust me. You do trust me, don’t ya?” 

You nodded enthusiastically, never one to deny the notion that you trusted him implicitly—he had your whole life and, despite his questioning, he would never doubt your devotion. 

“Then just let daddy take care of you, okay?” he mumbled against your collarbone, fingers sliding along your skin to nestle between your thighs again, stroking and pinching at your poor cunt once more—clit twitching as he played you with the expert precision that years of experience had gifted to him. Those goddamn hands that had your cheeks heating every time they touched softly along your skin; the most innocent of caresses sending you blazing hot. Skin marred. 

Heaving breaths came from your chest when he slipped his fingers inside your wet hole, slick running down your legs and creating a damp spot on the sheets. A stain that you would apologise for and he would clean, promising you that he didn’t care. That this house was as much yours as it was his now. 

It had been a quick transition: the way you began to permeate his space. Angel hairbrush on his dresser, panties hanging from the corner of the headboard and the smell of roses lingering in the bathroom steam. He kept you locked in the house that echoed deafeningly before you came traipsing through the front door—the adoration he had for you growing until there was nothing left except the sweltering, burning love that sparked the wood walls and encouraged the smoke that threatened to flame. 

You loved him; that much you knew. You loved the way that he took care of you, understood the grievances and the strife, understood the need to let go of yourself, to revert to that childlike personality you had lost years before you should’ve. The stunted childhood—lost to the corners of your nostalgic memory of what it was to be carefree. He let you not care. There was no responsibility, there in his arms. Your head was not full with the thoughts that came so dark in those hours of solitude that kept the blood pumping and your heart screaming. 

All you had to do was be loved by him; he made it so easy with the way he spoke to you. The way he loved you. 

“That’s my good girl.” The praise was dragged from him by a choked moan, his fingers curling, thumb playing with your clit and lips along your neck—bruising and marking. Time, as a moving thing, slowly began to soften his paranoia, and those blooming purple splotches along your neck and breasts, nipped along your thighs, were something to be proud of. Something that he looked at from the corner of his eye, smiling softly into his drink when Annie from the bakery worried over you—thinking naively that the marks were injuries from patrols you had been banned from long ago. Smouldering from afar as you tried to explain and then cowering when he would see Tommy’s disproving glare and Maria’s distaste grow stronger than usual. 

Marks that he created again in the sweat of his bed, with you whining and begging him for release. 

“Please, Daddy,” you sniffled, stomach tightening again—so easy to build you up after he’d deprived you so many times already. “Can’t take much more…” 

“Oh, my little girl.” There was a certain lilt to his tone as he cooed, an intentional quickening of his fingers that told you, even in your blissed-out state, that this was not the time. That he would pull away as soon as he felt you clamping around him and panting in the wake of your desperation. 

“Daddy,” you cried again, tears streaming into your temples, trailing along your scalp and making you shiver with the contrasting cooling of your blazing hot skin. “P-please don't.” 

“Don’t what, baby?” You groaned at his question, sobs falling at his laugh. “C’mon, angel, tell Daddy what you want. Don’t leave me wonderin’.” 

Your words were coming out in unintelligible babbles as the fire raged deep in your belly, spreading to your hips and forcing them to buck as they burnt—blisters appearing along your skin as you tried to ask him if you could come, tried to tell him how much you needed it, contemplating uttering that fateful word from your lips that guaranteed your safety. Cry in his arms for a bit and then smile as he softened and gave you exactly what you wanted.  

“C-come, Daddy,” you managed to whimper, ready to scream when he replied. 

“Say again, honey. Didn’t quite catch that.” 

You gripped at the sheets, sweating all over, feet too hot with the socks adorning them and cried into the pillows as he pushed you right to the edge of the cliff, holding you gracefully over the lip, keeping you teetering—stomach spinning. You begged him to let you go, to kick your legs out from under you and let you feel the sweet release. 

“Need to come, p-p-please.” For a moment, you thought you had him, clit tingling, palms sweating, chest heaving, ready to finally jump, and then as quickly as the hope had come, it was squandered as he pulled his hand away from your legs, and began shushing your cries—sobs fully encapsulating you as he took you in his arms and kissed over your face. 

“Breathe, angel, it’s okay,” he murmured into your hair, careful not to press his full weight into you as he pulled your chest to his and kissed the tip of your nose, each cheek, your forehead and then your lips—a choreographed worship that had become the biggest comfort to you in the times where he denied you everything you wanted. 

“Daddy…” you said through the sobs. “Why?”

“It’s okay,” he muttered, dodging your question with no grace and all brute force. “It’ll be worth it, babygirl, I promise. Daddy promises, yeah?” 

You shook your head defiantly, expressing as best as you could your irritation with him—a mood that he would let slide for now because he knew fully that you didn’t deserve what he was inflicting on you. You had been so good, the bestest of girls for him whilst he battled the long days and harsh conditions—staying as sweet as possible and knowing him well enough that being a brat purely because he wasn’t giving you enough attention, was not one of the ways to make him feel better. 

You had been good—his perfect girl. You deserved to come as many times as you comfortably could, and you deserved his love and affection—the softest of touches and the sweetest of nothings. 

But, he needed an outlet. He needed somewhere to put all the irritation and the gruelling mental battles—all the way inside you. He needed to punish you for his own peace of mind but still give you the sweet reward he was hoping to pull from you. 

“Listen to me,” he said sternly, looking you straight in your bleary eyes as you clung to the broad expanse of his back, adding to the maps of scars along the muscle with the unconscious press of your nails into his skin. “Daddy isn’t being mean, baby. I promise. I need you to trust me on this one and if you don’t, you tell me, okay? You know I ain’t gonna be mad.” 

And just like that Joel was there. Joel Miller, who treated everyone he cared about like they were fine china, was shining into the hedonism that darkened the bedroom. It softened your resolve, blessed by the beauty of every complexity that made up the man above you. So you nodded, the harshness of his eyes disappearing, the hint of a smile crossing his wrinkled brow and a promise sealed as he kissed you. 

“Okay,” you murmured, pussy still on fire, eyes still flaming with adoration and depraved desire. “I trust you.” 

The smile you got was an expression reserved only for these moments, times when he wasn’t being the stubborn, stoic man that you used to be so terrified of. The softness that he kept just for you—a woman that had captured him completely and made him feel revitalised by the innocence of your youth and the genuineness of your affections. 

A woman that he would watch squirm under the heat of his beckoning fingers as they slipped inside you once more, a determination in his eyes that smouldered and flickered until you were shuddering against the feeling—hips bucking into his hand, eyes fluttering closed as the tears pressed into your hairline, lingering in the corners of your eyes and spilling when your legs began to shake. 

“Daddy,” you whined, unable to think of anything but that goddamn word—the name that had completely changed your life on the barren plains of a cracked America, the solace of his arms and the comfort of the wondrous space he had provided for you. The safety. 

“Lean into it, babydoll,” he murmured over the squelch coming from in between your legs. “Relax for me…breathe.” 

His words soothed the burns, salve of his love stinging along the blisters and you let out a sharp exhale, chest slowing to a steady in and out. You braced yourself with a hand on his clothed back, whining at the feeling of fabric against his shoulders and trailing your fingers towards the hem of his shirt and tugging. 

The emptiness you felt when he pulled his fingers from you to rip his shirt from his body was almost unbearable, mumbling a high-pitched beg as your ears rang and your head went fuzzy. If you were just a little more conscious, you would’ve smiled at the unbelievable way he seemed to read you, his fingers slipping and thrusting as soon as the cotton hit the floor and his skin was against yours. 

“Better?” he muttered against your skin, a short laugh falling from his lips when you nodded eagerly and pulled him closer to you—desperate to feel him against you. You always were. You knew you were in trouble when he fucked you with his clothes on, the man knowing how much you adored feeling the heat of him against you, sweat against sweat, bodies completely entangled. You craved it. You breathed it. You devoted your life to the feeling of his body pressed against you and his forehead against yours as he breathed in every expelled depravity. 

It was building there again, clamping around his fingers, slick dripping and eyes squeezing shut as he pressed kisses all over your face—wherever his lips could reach. Devotion squeezed inside the domination, an overpowering feeling overcoming you as he began intentionally stroking at that damned spot inside you that he found with the same precision he killed—bloodied hands blooming inside you, scraping against the sponge and pressing his free palm against your stomach. 

The added pressure, the thumb against your clit had your brain ascending to euphoria, madness clawing at you as you tugged him closer; whimpering and shaking. 

“There we go,” he said proudly. “We found it, huh? I can feel you squeezing me. Gonna cut off my damn circulation.” 

“I’m sorry,” you cried pathetically, only recognising the scolding tone of his voice and not the jest that it was meant to be taken as, your hazy mind distracting you from yourself—pulling your body from its resting place and draping you amongst the clouds in heaven. A paradisiacal lunacy overcoming the sensibilities and leaving you in his hold. Trusting completely. 

“Don’t be sorry, sweet girl. Just focus on that feeling for me,” he requested, fingers still stroking, feeling still growing and transitioning. Something new. “It feel different?” he asked as if he were reading your thoughts. Half the time you believed that he really could see inside your mind and when you muttered a broken ‘yes,’ he nodded along with you, muttering praises that were laced with a fascination with your body’s workings—the mechanisms that brought you to such a brink. 

“Feels like-,” you heaved, moans deepening, fingers digging into his shoulders, marring the skin with sensual flagellation and scarring him with your love and desperation. 

“Like you’re gonna pee?” He finished for you and you nodded in confirmation, his fingers working double time now, pressing against your stomach as this foreign feeling brewed inside you—indescribably terrifying and equally enthralling. 

“D-don’t…can’t,” you babbled and a reassuring kiss was placed to the tip of your nose. 

“It’s okay, baby, just lean into it. Let yourself feel it, you ain’t gonna piss on me, I promise.” 

His strokes were so intentional, each swipe built to make you feel something so beautifully incandescent and sinful. His hand was flat against your stomach, his fingers guiding your hips upwards as he reached deep inside you, pulling cries from your mouth you had never heard before, thankful for the thickness of the walls and the security of his comforting words as he took everything from you. Swallowed every moan, every tear, every devotional that echoed along the four walls, seeped into the crevasses of the mattress and stained the sheets with a connection that could not be scrubbed from the fabric. 

“Feels- Daddy, it feels-”

“I know, honey, I know.” 

You begin to shake, thighs twitching and head spinning. Fingers scissoring inside you, a shit-eating grin on his face that you could only just make out through your tear-streaked vision and a gust of wind passing through your hair, sending it flying into the night as you reach the edge of the sea cliff and gazed at the crashing waves. 

It happened quicker than expected, more sudden than even Joel had anticipated when you begin to seize and go hurtling over the edge, gushing around his fingers, feeling the wetness spray all over him—all over the sheets that become soaked with the essence of you. 

“Fuck,” Joel whispered, enamoured with the way you arch and sing for him, trying to keep his own arousal at bay as you cry in his arms. “There we go,” he murmurs, coming back to himself as he feels you clinging to him; needing him close to you. “That's my precious girl…exactly what daddy wanted.” 

You’re jerking and writhing when he finally pulls away, dragging the slickness up through your folds, your legs closing around his hand when he brushes against your clit. 

“N-n-no, daddy,” you beg. “No more.” 

He laughs at the juxtaposition, the exhaustion that had replaced your desperation to come, the sensations that had overcome you: leaving you braindead. A state that he knew should not be taken lightly. 

“Oh, my baby,” he muttered. “You were perfect.” 

Your eyes were slow to open, his praise basking you in a light glow, illuminating the depths of your soul and replacing the broken pieces that he had just left strewn across the bed. 

“What…” you breathed out, legs squeezing together and a light moan gracing the room at the oversensitivity. “What did I just do?” 

“You just squirted, honey. Been wantin’ to try that with ya for a while now.” He said it so casually, like he hadn’t just given you an orgasm that rivalled every other release you’d had in your life—coerced by an hour of edging and begging; your body exploding into a diabolical rapture that replayed in your mind as he stroked your hair from your face. “Daddy’s so proud of you, baby.” 

You just whined in response, tugging him as close as possible, letting him rest on his side of the bed and pull you on top of him. You clung to him like he was your life source, breaths still steadying, cunt still tingling and three mumbled words on your lips that had been uttered so many times now you could hardly even remember your life before you adored him so ardently. 

“Love you, Daddy.” You buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent, happy with his hands all over you and his chest against yours. “Missed you so much.” 

He knew what you were referring to, he knew that you had needed his undivided attention—edged or not—for some time now. He hadn’t been as good to you as he’d wanted to be, quick fucks slowly replacing the languid strokes by the fireplace and the whispered words of devotion against the wall; it had been tough on the both of you. All those hours spent in the snow;  ugly, malnourished, infected lunging for him when he took a wrong step, fighting with all his might to survive. For you and the prospects that clouded your union. 

“I know, babygirl, I missed you too,” he confessed, pressing his cheek into the side of your head, lips pressing feather-light into your hair and his arms tight around your waist. He would not let you go. Could not bear it if you were to slip from his hold. “I ain’t goin’ nowhere now. You know I’ve got the next few weeks off. Gonna spend all of it with my girl. Gonna keep you fucked and fed, how bout that.” 

You giggled and shook your head, squeezing him tight and pulling your face from your hiding place to look him in the eyes. 

“Sounds perfect, Daddy.” 

He looked up at you, eyes scanning your face with a smile that lightened his old features, your hands cupping his cheeks and smoothing along the wrinkles around his eyes. And he let you touch him, let you admire his pretty eyes and strong jaw. All man and not mild. Strong and sturdy. Looking to protect you from the horrors that he daredn’t speak of, from the judgements of others until he’d convinced you that keeping you locked away was normal. That your contributions to the community was keeping him happy. 

A beat, silence permeating the tranquility and then you: managing to fluster the Adonis that lay underneath you. 

“You’re so handsome, Daddy,” you muttered. “The most handsome daddy ever.” 

Joel stared with poorly contained adoration, a smile playing at his lips, a glint in his eyes as he mirrored your movements and took your face in his hands. Thumbs stroked your cheekbones, playing at the softness of your lips and then trailing down the bridge of your nose. 

“And you’re the prettiest little babydoll I’ve ever seen,” he said softly. “My bestest girl.” 

Your cheeks grew hot, his praise and compliments that came far too often, always leaving you a grinning, sweating mess and you hid yourself in his chest, feeling the vibrations of his laugh as you rested your ear against his heartbeat and brought your thumb to your lips. 

You’d stay there forever if you could, naked, not afraid of the consequences of your vulnerability. Just completely safe in his arms, loved by a man who was so full of care he was bursting at the seams with a desire to protect someone. To protect you. And with a mumbled “I love you,” on his lips, a squeeze of your waist as he rolled onto his side, taking you with him, you understand what it felt like to be loved completely. To have every semblance of your being desired and wanted. 

If he ever left, you would have no idea how to reconcile the grief—how to cope with the loss of someone who gave you everything. 

So, you lay there and didn’t think about the next time he’d be on patrol. You lay there, in his arms, not thinking of the possibilities. He promised he would always come back to you. 

He would always come back.

© virginreprise

i have no idea what this is. i'm so tired i can't even be bothered to write this note. i wrote this in the past few hours and its now five in the fucking morning and i can barely see. please appreciate my effort.

[moralesluvr]

Hey! So this is like a goofy requested like idek. So basically I've been watching coming home videos of people in the army and don't even ask why lmao but everytime they make my heart burst! 😭

It gave me the idea of a billie x reader fanfic. The reader is in the army and has been away for a few months now. We told billie we aren't going to be home as soon as we thought, and of course billie is really upset, but what she doesn't know is that actually we are coming home early to surprise her! Her family is in on it and helps us surprise her, and she gives us the most adorable reaction possible.

Sorry if this sounds stupid. In my head, this sounds alot lot better, I promise 😭

anon i love this idea, thank you for your request !!

SWEET RETURN | b. eilish.

you could hear the laced disappointment in billie’s voice through the phone, even though she was trying her best to mask it. the sound of her pouting made your heart shatter, though she had no idea what was coming to her, for the better.

“so… not until next month?” she asked you, her tone light, but you knew her well enough to catch the sadness hiding behind her words.

“yeah,” you replied, swallowing the lump in your throat, “things got delayed here. they need me to stay a little longer. i’m so sorry, babe. i wish i could come home earlier.”

there was silence on the other end for a moment, followed by a quiet sigh. you hear her shuffle within the covers of your bed, “it’s okay. i get it. i just… i really miss you, y’know? the house feels so empty without you. i miss my wife.”

“i know,” you said, your chest tightening at her words. you had missed her so damn badly— and your excitement to see her again was almost too much to contain. “i miss you too, so much. but i promise, as soon as i’m back, we’ll make up for all this time apart, okay?”

billie let out a small, shaky laugh. you can hear her sniffles, “okay, my love. m’getting a little sleepy, so i’ll talk to you later.”

“okay,” you said, grinning widely, even though she couldn’t see you. “only a little longer, okay? then i’ll get to see my beautiful wife.”

you can practically hear her smile through her voice, “m’kay. i know you’ve got shit to do, so i can’t be too upset. but i love you, okay? have a good night.”

“i love you too,” you said, your voice soft, honey dripping from your tone, “more than anything.”

you hang up the phone, almost unable to conceal your excitement. what billie didn’t know was that you were already on your way home, ready to see her and attack her with hugs and kisses, ready to see her surprised expression when she sees you.

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two days post phone call, you were standing in billie’s parents’ cozy living room, your heart racing as maggie smoothed over your uniform, while patrick and finneas helped finalize the plan.

“she’s going to flip!” maggie spoke softly yet excitedly, a delighted smile spreading across her face, “she’s been so down lately, my lovebug. this will make her year.”

her dad nodded in agreement. “you’ve got the flowers, right hun?”

“got them,” you said, holding up the bouquet of billie’s favorite flowers, thanks to very detailed and focused bouquet shopping with finneas. you bounced on your heels excitedly, so ready to see billie— it had been so long, and all you wanted to do was see her pretty face and wrap her in a warm embrace.

“good!” patrick replied, clapping a hand on your shoulder lightly with a smile. though he was usually more stoic, even he couldn’t keep himself together at the thought of his daughter being overflowed with joy at this surprise.

you let out a nervous laugh, adjusting your uniform for what felt like the hundredth time with a nod. you waited on the couch patiently as maggie poured you a glass of cider, you two chattering amongst yourselves as patrick and finneas watched tv.

billie thought she was coming over for a quiet and peaceful family dinner. her mom had told her it was a way to cheer her up while you were “still stuck overseas.”

she had come over about an hour after you did, and you could hear her engine being killed in the driveway, making your nerves pulse through your skin as you waited anxiously, flowers in hand.

she pushed open the door, calling out a distracted, “hello, my loves!”

maggie greeted her at the door, pulling her into a quick hug. “hey, sweetheart! come on in!— oh, and dinner’s almost ready, but we’ve got a little surprise for you first.”

billie raised an eyebrow, glancing toward the dining room. “a surprise?”

“just come see, lovebug.” maggie spoke, leading her further into the house.

you stood in the living room, hidden just around the corner. your heart pounded as you heard her voice, the sound like music to your ears after so many months apart. you wanted to jump out and hug her, but you had to keep your composure as you stayed hidden.

“okay… guys…what’s going on?” billie asked, her voice light but curious. she sounded almost a little frustrated that she couldn’t figure it out, but her eyes immediately widened as you stepped out into view, holding the bouquet in your hands and a nervous smile on your face, “hi, baby.”

billie froze, her eyes locking on you as her jaw lowered. for a moment, she didn’t move, and it looked like she wasn’t even breathing for a second.

then, all at once, she dropped everything she was holding and ran toward you.

“oh my god, oh my god!” she cried, her voice breaking as she threw her arms around your neck. “you’re here! you’re really here!”

you wrapped your arms around her, holding her as tightly as you could without crushing the flowers between you. you wrapped a loving back behind her frame, “i’m here,” you whispered, your own voice shaking. you felt tears well in the underskirts of your eyes, “i couldn’t wait any longer to see you. i think i would’ve died.”

billie pulled away from your embrace just enough to look at you, tears streaming down her face but a wide, disbelieving smile lighting up her features.

“hey… you lied to me.” her lips formed into a pout, her eyes blinking away tears as she pulled you in for a quick kiss, her lips tasting of salt and strawberry.

“i’m sorry bils, but i had to,” you said with a small laugh, shrugging your shoulders defensively, “it wouldn’t have been a surprise otherwise.”

“it’s okay, i’ll let this little one slide,” billie chucked, shaking her head as she wiped at her tears with the sleeve of her hoodie, “my god, i missed you so much.”

“i missed you more.” you whined, pulling her closer and leaning down to kiss her forehead.

maggie, patrick, and finneas clapped and cheered from the doorway, and billie turned to glare at them, a confused expression wiped on her face, “wait— what the fuck? you guys were in on this?”

“of course we were,” finneas grinned, beaming. “i was the first person that she told— you jealous?”

“shut up.” billie rolled her eyes, but she smiled as she turned back to you, “you’re not leaving again anytime soon, are you?”

“not for a while, baby,” you promised, tucking a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. “i’m staying right here with you. promise.”

billie sighed, leaning her forehead against yours. “good. because i don’t think i can do that again. ever. i love you too much.”

you laugh sweetly, pulling billie closer,

“i love you so much more.”

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[woozinhos]

Mingyu 3. Morning Sex

With quote 19. "Don't hold back, let me hear all those pretty sounds you make."

And 20. "You belong to me, and I belong to you.

That's all that matters." 🥺👉👈

Stop this was so fun to write I really hope you guys enjoy this one 🤭

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As the first rays of sunlight peek through the curtains, Mingyu slowly wakes up. He's still groggy from sleep, but his body is already responding to the feel of your warm, naked body pressed against his. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer as he buries his face in your neck.

"Mmm, morning," he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep. "You smell so good."

Mingyu's hands start to wander over your body, his touch light and teasing as he slowly wakes up. He presses soft kisses against your skin, his lips trailing along your collarbone and down to your chest. He moves lower, his tongue flicking out to tease one of your nipples before he takes it into his mouth.

He sucks gently, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as he works to draw a reaction from you. You let out a soft gasp, your body arching into his touch as he continues to tease your nipples. Mingyu hums in satisfaction, the sound vibrating against your skin.

"That's it, baby," he murmurs, his lips still wrapped around your nipple. "Don't hold back, let me hear all those pretty sounds you make."

Mingyu moves his mouth to your other nipple, giving it the same attention as he works to coax more sounds from you. His hands slide down your body, tracing the curves of your hips and thighs before coming to rest on your inner thighs.

He gently parts your legs, his fingers trailing up your inner thighs until they reach your center. He teases you lightly, running his fingers up and down your slit without ever touching where you need him most. Mingyu lifts his head, a smirk on his face as he watches you squirm beneath his touch.

"You're so impatient," he teases, his fingers still dancing around your clit. "I haven't even touched you properly yet, and you're already begging for it."

"But that's okay," Mingyu continues, his smirk widening. "I like it when you're desperate for me. It makes me feel powerful."

He finally relents, his fingers moving to your clit and rubbing slow, firm circles against it.

"God, you're so wet already," he murmurs, his eyes darkening with desire. "You're soaked just from me playing with your nipples."

You let out a whimper, your hips bucking against his hand as he continues to rub your clit.

"Mingyu, please," you beg, your voice hoarse with need. "I need more. I need you."

Mingyu grins at your plea, his fingers never slowing as he looks down at you with hungry eyes.

"Don't worry, baby," he says, his voice low and seductive. "I'll give you what you need. I'll take care of you."

He moves his hand away from your clit, instead sliding a finger inside you.

"God, you're so tight," he groans, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he savors the feeling of your walls clenching around him.

Mingyu pumps his finger in and out of you slowly, his thumb moving back to your clit to continue teasing it. He adds a second finger, scissoring them inside you as he stretches you open.

"You take my fingers so well," he murmurs, his eyes fixed on your face as he watches your reactions. "I can't wait to feel you clenching around my cock like this."

Mingyu curls his fingers, finding that sweet spot inside you that makes you see stars. He rubs against it relentlessly, his thumb never stopping its assault on your clit.

"Come on, baby," he urges, his voice rough with desire. "Come for me. I want to feel you come on my fingers."

You arch your back, a choked cry escaping your lips as your orgasm washes over you. Your walls clench around Mingyu's fingers, your body trembling with pleasure as he works you through it.

"That's it, that's it," he murmurs, his eyes dark with lust as he watches you fall apart. "You're so beautiful when you come, baby."

As you come down from your high, Mingyu withdraws his fingers and brings them to his mouth. He licks them clean, savoring the taste of you as he looks down at you with a satisfied smile.

"Delicious," he says, his eyes gleaming. "I could eat you out for hours."

Mingyu shifts, positioning himself between your legs as he looks down at you with a hungry gaze.

"But right now," he says, his voice low and rough, "I need to be inside you. I need to feel you wrapped around me."

Mingyu lines himself up with your entrance, the head of his cock pressing against your slick folds.

He looks down at you, his eyes burning with desire as he says, "You're mine, and I'm yours. That's all that matters." With that, he thrusts into you in one swift movement, burying himself to the hilt. He lets out a low groan, his head falling forward as he relishes the feeling of being inside you.

"God, you feel so good," he gasps, his hips already starting to move as he sets a slow, deep pace.

"Mingyu, yes," you moan, your hands grasping at his shoulders as he moves inside you. "You feel so good too. You fill me up so perfectly."

Mingyu's pace quickens, his hips snapping against yours as he drives himself deeper and deeper into you. He buries his face in your neck, his breath coming out in hot pants against your skin as he loses himself in the feeling of being with you.

"You're mine," he repeats, his voice rough with possessiveness. "You're all mine, and I'm never letting you go."

Mingyu shifts his position, grabbing your legs and hooking them over his hips as he drives into you harder and faster. He's hitting that sweet spot inside you with every thrust, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body.

"You're taking me so well," he grunts, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as he holds you in place. "You're so perfect, so perfect for me."

Mingyu's grip on your thighs tightens, his fingers leaving bruises on your skin as he slams into you with a primal intensity. His grunts and groans grow louder, the sound mixing with the wet, slick sounds of your bodies coming together.

"I'm not gonna last," he gasps, his hips stuttering as he nears his release. "I'm gonna come, baby."

You can feel your own orgasm building again, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core with each thrust. Mingyu's eyes lock onto yours, his gaze filled with a desperate need as he watches your face.

"Come with me," he pleads, his voice strained. "Come with me, I want to feel you come on my cock."

Mingyu reaches between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit once more as he rubs it in time with his thrusts. The added stimulation sends you hurtling over the edge, your second orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave.

You cry out his name, your body arching up off the bed as pleasure floods through your veins. Mingyu's eyes roll back in his head as he watches you come undone beneath him, the sight of your pleasure almost enough to send him over the edge. He continues to thrust into you, his movements growing erratic as he chases his own release.

"God, you're so beautiful," he gasps, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he holds you in place. "You're gonna make me cum, baby. You're gonna make me fill you up."

With a final, guttural moan, Mingyu buries himself deep inside you and spills himself into you. His hips jerk against yours as he rides out his orgasm, his fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave marks. He collapses on top of you, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

"That was..." Mingyu trails off, unable to find the words to describe the intense pleasure he just experienced.

He lifts his head, looking down at you with a dazed expression.

"You're amazing," he says, his voice filled with awe. "I don't think I've ever come that hard before."

[ultravi0lence14]

Sleeping Beauty

sam winchester x bimbo!reader

817 | fluff, no use of y/n

summary: sam looks so pretty when he sleeps, and he just can’t keep his hands off of you.

the ridges of sam’s face had softened, displaying a more peaceful and less tense man. it broke your heart how the only time he could truly find peace was in the confines of sleep, but you just hoped that the love you gave him everyday would add more solitude to his otherwise tense living.

your white knee high socks slipped across the bunker floor as you moved from sam’s doorway, walking towards where he rested peacefully in his bed. the sleep shorts you wore sent a breeze through your thighs, making you itch to feel the warmth that sam brought you all throughout your body.

he and dean had been on a case in tennessee, and you had been visiting family by the time they came back. you hadn’t seen sam in about a week and a half, and he had already been back from the case 2 days before you returned.

missing him was hard — the old purple dog shirt of his on your upper half adding to that point, but you loved moments like this. moments where you’d embrace him tightly and he’d hold you like you were the only person in the world.

the weight of your body dipped the mattress as you knelt onto the bed, the braids in your hair swaying as you crawled upward to where sam rested. you cooed as you saw the expression on his face; lips parted slightly with his eyelashes brushing beneath his eyelids. he looked so soft, and you were eager to melt into bed beside him, merge your body with his own.

sam’s warm body came closer to yours as you moved underneath the blankets, shifting your body around so you could curl into his side and get an even closer look at his face. he was so pretty; possibly one of the prettiest men you have ever seen. you just couldn’t believe he was yours.

almost as if your mind was working on autopilot, the tips of your fingers started tracing the lines and planes of sam’s face. his brow bone, down the slope of his nose, around his lips. no place was left untouched, and you found yourself starting to draw tiny hearts across his cheeks.

when his eyes started to flutter open, a sheepish smile spread across your face. you truly didn’t want to wake him up, but as he fumbled to curl his arms around you in his grogginess, you really couldn’t feel all that bad.

“hey baby.” and god, there was that morning voice. like gravel was lodged in his throat, sam’s voice was so deep you felt it rattle your bones. it didn’t make it better that as he spoke, sam moved his palms onto your waist and hauled you over his body until you were laying completely on top of him.

“sam!” you whispered out a squeal as you moved underneath the blankets. “how is this comfortable? i’m practically crushing you.”

the boyish grin that lit up his face had molten lava spreading through your stomach. a feeling that you missed in the past few days of being away from sam. “i haven’t seen you in a week and a half, angel. is it such a crime that i’ve missed all of my pretty girl?”

his words were accentuated with multiple feather light kisses to your face. your face hurt terribly from how much you were smiling, which also meant that sam had perfect access to your dimple lines and the apple’s of your cheeks.

giggles rippled from your lips as his ministrations continued, leaving your hands to grapple at his shoulders and lift yourself slightly from his body. “quit it sammy,” you joked, feeling the confines of sam’s hands on your waist pull you back down to his body. “you’re making me blush.”

“and?” he had replied so quickly you barely even finished talking. “you look so fucking pretty like that. especially when i’m the one getting you all flustered.”

his words made you blush even harder, eliciting you to drop your face into his chest and hide the pigmentation. this only made sam’s smile grow as he dropped his chin on the top of your head, hands tangling in the strands of your hair as he twirled pieces between his fingers.

“oh cmon pretty, don’t hide that lovely face from me.” his words were followed by his palms gripping each side of your head, lifting it up so your eyes would meet. “there she is, my sweet girl. don’t hide your face from me, it’s my favourite view.”

you just shook your head, lifting your body a little so you could place a delicate kiss on sam’s cheek. “you’re an absolute cornball, you know that sam winchester?”

“only for you, my love.” if the radiance from a smile could light up the entire world, the beam that came from sam’s toothy grin would do just that.

tags: @floralscented @deansbeer @haunteres @ostaramoon @titsout4jackles @jasvtsc @fallbhind

[screwitbaby]

naive

hamzahthefantastic x reader (fic)

day 4/7

summary: part 4 of my short story naive! the four of you go to the club and while the couple are still fighting, you and hamzah act on your feelings a lil more. but it can only go so well for so long…

contains: SFW content, some kissing and touchy touchy ;)

w/c: 2.5k-ish

a/n: i couldn’t let you guys go into the new year without updating this story. im the worst but tysm for the support yall are so sweet i could cry xxxx enjoy!!!<3 read the a/n at the end if u care to know more

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The couple's bad mood was not simply slept off and it's ruining your vibe.

You and Mandy are getting ready in their en suite bathroom while Hamzah and Martin speak in hushed tones in the bedroom. The bathroom door is open, and every so often you look at the space over your shoulder in the mirror and make eye contact with Martin from the bed. He looks away immediately, not at all subtle. It's like a game at this point, seeing how many times you can catch him in the act.

"Is he gonna do this all night," you mumble, applying your mascara after yet another match of eye-tag.

"We could just close the door," Mandy offers. She pays no mind to the childish behavior behind you, straightening her hair without sparing him a single glance.

"You're so right," you say and get up to shut it yourself.

Once your makeup is pretty much done, you decide to start getting dressed. You turn the music on her speaker up and give yourself a once-over in the mirror, holding different outfits beside your body to see what you want to wear for the night.

"I don't know what to wear. Wanna match?" you ask, placing your chin on top of her head to stop her movements. She nearly clamps your neck with the straightener. "Hey!"

"Sure," she laughs. "Grab my suitcase, please."

You put your clothes back down and step out of the bathroom to bring her suitcase in. You shimmy it out of its place by the TV stand, not missing the way the boys go completely silent until you're gone.

"Top zipper, the satin blue dress," Mandy instructs.

You hand it to her and sit by your own bag of clothes to rummage through it. You find a top and skirt set in a similar baby blue color then hold it up for her to see.

"Yes, no, yes?"

"Yes, definitely."

You apply your lip combo and take a few silly photos in the mirror with Mandy, your made up faces clashing with your baggy tees. One of the better photos are posted on your Instagram story for fun. When you finally get changed—you guys had a dance break to some y2k club classics—you put your heels on and realize you need a little pregame.

When you walk into the bedroom this time, the boys are leaned against the headboard and on their phones, mindlessly scrolling. You go by Martin's side of the bed and poke him repeatedly until he looks up.

"Do you happen to have the penjamin on you?"

"That depends," he says, putting his hand in his pocket. "What's the magic word?"

You roll your eyes. "Please?"

He pulls the little device out of his pocket and presents it to you in his palm. When you go to grab it, he makes a fist and holds it above his head.

"Please who?"

"I'm not calling you Daddy," you scoff, prying his fingers open and snatching the pen from his grasp. He barely puts up a fight. "That's Hamzah's job."

At the mention of his name, Hamzah looks up and seems like he's about to say something to retaliate but freezes. His gaze drags down your figure and you blush.

"Maybe it's not his job," Martin says smugly, "since you made him speechless."

Hamzah snaps out of it and elbows his friend in the side.

“It would be your girlfriend's job if you weren't being petty right now."

You wince at the sullen expression that washes over Martin's face.

"Right."

All you can do is watch as he clambers off the bed and walks out of the room. You lean against the wall and slide the balcony door open with a sigh.

"He can't seriously be that mad," Hamzah says. "I was kidding."

"He can dish it, but he can't take it," you say, too used to his behavior. "And he's extra sensitive right now, so."

"Well, they better not ruin our night with that stuff." Hamzah crosses his arms.

"I won't let them."

"Yeah?" Hamzah snorts. "What're you gonna do about it?"

"Um." You take a hit and blow the smoke outside. "I'll think of something if I need to step in."

Hamzah laughs at your empty threat and you smile. You take another hit before offering the dab pen to him.

"I have a feeling I should be sober for tonight."

"Boring," you sing out. "It'll be fine. C'mon, feel my peer pressure."

You wiggle your fingers at him and he shakes his head, laughing lightly. When he silently puts his hand out a few seconds later, you cheer. The room fills with the loud music from Mandy's speaker as he takes his first hit.

"So," you begin, already feeling slightly heady. "What were you guys whispering about earlier?"

"I shouldn't say."

"Really?"

He nods. "It was partly about their fight. Partly the trip. And you."

"Me?" You point at yourself with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah." He shrugs. "I can't divulge the details."

"That's bullshit."

"I never ask what you guys say about me."

"Hey—I don't—what?" you stutter, unable to come up with a defense.

"C'mon," he says, tilting his head. "I'm not that oblivious."

Your eyes narrow. You've never once considered that this cupid thing Martin was pulling on you could have gone both ways. You don't know if you're relieved for him stepping in to push his friend closer to you, or annoyed that he's even meddling in this whole thing. It makes you wonder if Martin knows what happened by the time he and Mandy returned to the beach last night.

"Speaking of details." You clear your throat. "Do you even know what club we're going to?"

Your attempt at changing the topic is weak, but as per usual, Hamzah rolls with it to save you any embarrassment.

"No clue. Martin keeps his trip itinerary locked in his notes."

The conversation devolves into a bunch of what if's about the night and jokes that are only funny because you guys are high. When Mandy finally comes to join and sees the state of you two, you offer her a hit.

"What? No drinks?" She frowns.

"Hotel alcohol is like twenty bucks a pop! This is the next best thing."

"Ugh, fine. Give it."

With the three of you thoroughly blitzed, you collect Martin from the living room couch and make your way out of the hotel. He doesn't speak for a majority of the walk, and you think that's the longest you've ever heard him be quiet in a group setting.

Despite it being nearly 10 P.M., the air is pretty humid and forgiving on your exposed skin. The other thing about it being so late already, is that the club is absolutely chock-full of people when you enter. The dance floor of strangers are nearly toe to toe in proximity, and you wrap your arm with Mandy's to avoid getting separated in the crowd. The boys immediately beeline to the bar for drinks, but you don't let that stop your journey. You maneuver your way to the front of the stage and only let go of each other once you've found a bit of space to dance in.

The DJ nods at the two of you and you turn to raise your eyebrows suggestively at Mandy, who pushes your shoulder and continues dancing. You get lost in the beat, swaying and bouncing with the vibrations traveling through your limbs. The strobe lights illuminate your sweaty skin and you swear the energy in the room has you feeling higher. You begin grinding on each other and throw your heads back to laugh, trying to catch your breaths in between a multitude of bodies.

"Hey!" Mandy places her arms around your shoulders to catch your attention and you take it as a sign to grind on her. "I'm going to grab drinks.”

"No!" You turn and put your hands over hers. "Don't go!"

"I'll be right back!" She grins and squeezes you before letting go to disappear into the crowd.

Alone, you turn back to the stage and throw your hands in the air. You close your eyes for a moment, the pounding beats making a home in your brain. You're sure your ears will be ringing when you leave.

You wonder if Martin's drunk himself into a coma yet and knowing him, you know how easy that could be. You only hope this outing tonight doesn't make him do anything he regrets. Then you remember he’s a twenty-five year old man and you’re worrying about him while you’re supposed to be having fun. So, you shut your brain off and let the beat carry you.

When Mandy's back, she has two drinks in hand and Hamzah in tow. She hands you a cocktail and you graciously sip from your first alcoholic drink of the night.

"Where's Martin?" you ask.

"Bar!" she shouts over the music.

You shake your head. "Make up and make out already!"

She jabs your side and you giggle, swatting her hand away. Hamzah's doing something reminiscent of a frat flick, looking slightly out of it. You assume he's already done some shots and is way more intoxicated. So, being an empath, you finish your drink to get closer to his level. When you're done, you hand the empty cup to Mandy and wink at her. Your hand envelops Hamzah's and you pull him deeper in the crowd so you can dance together.

"I don't—I can't dance," he complains, nearly tripping over his own feet.

"C'mon, it's easy!"

You begin by swaying your hips, raising his hand in yours to guide him into a rhythm. He tries to follow along, shuffling around like a newborn deer. It's a funny sight, but you don't want him to stop if you tease him, so you bite back your amused smile. He slowly gets less self-conscious and continues on in his own way with the flow of the music, even twirling you around once or twice, laughing all the way as you narrowly avoid knocking into people. His eyes never leave you, like he's constantly thinking of his next move to impress you.

After letting him freestyle some more, you pull him close and wrap your arms around his shoulders. He falters at the change in pace and his hands fall at your hips. Your hands rest at the nape of his neck and he shivers at the way your fingertips grace his skin. The rapid strobe lights nearly blind you, but you hold eye contact.

"Was that so bad?" you ask, tilting your head to the side.

"Yes," he says sarcastically. "I hate dancing."

"But I like your dancing."

You sway with him, careful not to step on his toes in your heels. Close up, you can nearly feel his breath on your face. You take a moment to admire his eyelashes and the way his eyes are slightly bloodshot, willing him to break the eye contact. He leans in closer.

"I like your dancing more."

You can't help but grin. His expression mimics yours.

"Yeah, well," you start, bringing your thumb up to trace the side of his jaw, "I like you."

He ducks down and captures your lips in a kiss. It takes you by surprise. You hadn't spoken a word about your kiss since last night, and you were beginning to think you made a mistake by acting on your impulses. Evidently, he doesn't seem to mind it as much as you'd worried.

The tip of his nose presses against your cheek as he shifts his head to deepen the kiss. Though the room is warm, this makes you hotter than any amount of dancing could've done. His palms squeeze your hips and your fingers rise to play with his curls. They're soft to the touch, just as you suspected. You tug lightly as the kiss gets more insatiable.

"Ouch," he mumbles against your lips, barely loud enough to hear. You snicker and tug it again, making him pull away. "I said ouch."

"I know," you laugh out. "Sorry."

"That funny?" he questions. You nod, grinning at his playful irritation. "See how you like it."

His hand trails up your back until his fingers are at your scalp and he gently pulls on your roots. Your head moves back with his action and your lips part, exhaling a shaky breath. His eyes widen. He does it again. You reach up to kiss him again.

It's hotter this time, in both senses of the word. Your skin goes alight with a blaze even the coldest shower couldn't reduce. You drape your wrists over his shoulders, your beaded bracelet pressing into him the same way his is imprinting into the sliver of bare skin below your top.

Realizing you’re standing in place in the midst of a lively dance floor, you break from the kiss and turn so your back is against his front. You pull his arms around your shoulders and sway, deliberately pressing yourself against him. You enjoy hearing the way his breath hitches next to your ear, always needing to find a new way to tease him. You know if you could have it your way without seeming too desperate too soon, you’d be doing more than just dancing.

“I like you, too,” he says, clutching you closer to him. “I forgot to say.”

You turn your head and nearly kiss his cheek because of how cute he is. “Thanks for clearing that up.”

“And I really like your dancing.”

His suggestive words spur you into grinding on him more, anything to get a reaction out of him, and it works every time. The two of you keep going this way until your thighs are burning and you’re out of breath. If it weren’t for the visual reminder, you would’ve forgotten that you came here with other people.

A couple feet away, you spot two familiar heads weeding through the crowd and slowly drawing nearer. You step away from Hamzah, who looks at you with an unreadable expression on his face. Before you can explain yourself, you come face-to-face with Mandy. Martin stops a bit away.

“Can we leave?” she rushes out.

Her mascara is running and her nose is red. Martin looks disgruntled, his eyes never staying in one place as he scans through the crowd. You grab her hand and nod. The four of you spot the nearest exit and leave promptly.

“What happened?” you ask once you’re out in the open. “Are you okay?”

“Can I stay in your room tonight?” Her eyes stay on the ground.

Your heart drops. “Of course.”

The walk back to the hotel is uneasy and fast-paced. The boys walk behind the two of you and you can hear Martin’s one word answers to everything Hamzah says to him. Your heels click and clack, barely providing a distraction from the hundreds of questions swarming your mind.

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a/n: ooo we’re getting angsty. im so sorry this took so long and if u feel that it wasn’t worth the wait, the truth is ive been so sick recently like never before in my life and i haven’t felt a lick of motivation to write. ive had to rewrite these chapters so many times that its actually affecting me mentally because i wanna make u guys happy while actually enjoying writing. i promise u won’t have to wait this long ever again, but doing this story is making me realize i prefer writing short form stuff way more than stories like this because it’s simply less stress and fits my writing style more. thanks again for all the support and kind words, u guys have really warmed my heart and i hope u know that even tho this is fanfiction and it may seem silly, it’s really a labor of love and im so grateful that u actually like what i put out there. im so so so touched and i rlly love u guys, even if i don’t know u. parasocial virtual hugs to u all xoxoxo tysm. <3

[l0lita-luv]

if you could write act II caitlyn x fem!reader that would be really good 🙂‍↕️🙂��↕️ so basically im thinking like office sex and caitlyn is either a service top or a dom top (whatever you find easier/prefer to write. 😚) could be that she’s basically like stressed from all the ambessa, piltover, enforcer, etc etc stuff, but i’ll let you do your thing thank you in advance 🫡

Ok jokes over where did my pants go?

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ HIT ME HARD…

…and soft coming soon!

Caitlyn x Fem!reader

warnings- Dom!Caitlyn, sub!reader, reader is described as fem, the two of you r married, grinding w clothes on, mommy kink-c receiving, spanking, hair pulling, slapping, use of strap, all r receiving, pet names: baby & angel, strap is referred to as cock, L bomb after sex, office sex!! (didn’t check for mistakes)

Today was moving too slow for your liking. Your wife barely payed any attention to you even though she promised she would spend time with you today.

When you entered her office in just your frilly robe not even then did she pay attention! But you also understood the amount of stress she’s been going through these past weeks with Ambessas orders and piltover. Hell she even lost her mother!

So to distract yourself, you cleaned the house up a bit and started on dinner. Maybe her favorite dish will cheer her up a bit!

As you finished up, you took the plate and made your way to Caitlyn’s office knocking softly on the door. “Come in…” Caitlyn sighed out barely audible. “Hi love, I just wanted to give you your dinner!” You say sweetly making your way to her desk, setting the plate down. Placing a kiss on her cheek.

“Dinner already?” Caitlyn’s eyes widen as she noticed how much time she’s been working. “M’ sorry love I’m just so stressed!” Caitlyn yells out the last part, her hands balling into fists.

“Is there any way I can help?” You ask suggestively sliding your way into Caitlyn’s lap. She groans gripping your hips harshly forcing you down grind onto her whimpers falling out of your mouth taking the chance to untie your robe letting the silk fall to the floor leaving you in the pretty matching set you picked out.

Caitlyn’s eyes are filled with pure lust, bucking her hips up making you yelp. “W-when did you put that on?” You ask since you haven’t seen her around the house all day. “This morning.” Caitlyn responds plainly your whines filling the room from the friction.

Suddenly, she lifts you up from her lap onto her desk placing the plate of food elsewhere. “Can’t wait any longer…” Caitlyn grunts swiftly removing her pants, revealing the blue strap that you loved so much. You practically moaned at the sight quickly taking of your panties urging for Caitlyn to just fuck you already!

“Please Cait…” You whine out looking up at her, “That’s not my name Angel” Caitlyn responds cocking her head at you. “Please fuck me mommy!” With that she kisses you sweetly plunging her cock into with no warning making you both moan.

“You ok?” Caitlyn asks holding your hips steadily beginning to move at a generous pace making you wail gripping onto her shoulders.

But it wasn’t long until she was fucking you like her life depended on it, your moans becoming more erotic “Mommy! Y-yes just like that, god ‘re so de-ep!” You moaned out making Caitlyn groan, her grip on your hips becoming tighter.

“Being so so g-good for mommy yeah? Letting me use you however and whenever I want.” Caitlyn smiles looking intently at all the adorable faces you made.

You couldn’t even come up with a proper answer. You received a firm slap on your face quickly coming up with a response, “Y-es, use me!” You manage to get out quickly becoming a babbling mess all over again.

Her pace became more erratic bringing the two of you closer to the edge. “M’ gonna cum!” Your squeal out scratching her back. “Cum for mommy baby let go.” Caitlyn said as she whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

Your legs trembled as you came undone onto her cock Caitlyn quickly following after riding out your highs.

“M’ gonna pull out ok?” Caitlyn says as she pulls out softly kissing your neck. You thought you were done, but then she surprised you by her flipping you over and bending you over her desk.

You barely got a break before you feel Caitlyn aligning the tip to your entrance. This time, she enters slowly.

“M’ gonna move now ok?” That was the only warning you got before she was quite literally destroying you. Her grunts and slight moans mixed with yours filling the room along with the lewd squelching sounds happening between the two of you.

“Doing s’ good for me…” Caitlyn told you sweetly before placing a firm slap on your ass making you yelp.

“Mommy please!” You moaned out, “Please what angel?” Caitlyn responded gripping you hair back. “I need to cum!” You whined whispering profanities the closer you got. “Yeah? Cum for me baby let go!” Caitlyn moaned out the strap hitting her clit perfectly.

You ripped out a loud moan, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. “You did so good baby.” Caitlyn whispered into your ear slowly pulling out. She carefully flipped you over for you to sit on her lap once again, her nimble fingers caressing your skin.

“I love you Cait.” You whispered, “I love you too angel.”

[valkyrieromanoff]

hii i have some spicy ideas for co-star hayden, where y/n and him are filming a sex scene eating her out, of course it's choreo'd by an intimacy coordinator but he kinda got carried away then later he goes to her trailer to apologize, turns out she actually liked it 🤭🤭 (u can make this a headcannon or a oneshot whichever u prefer 💕)

🎀CO-STAR HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN: SEX SCENE🎀

words: 3.4k

warning: MDNI, +18, non-professional sex scene, pussy eating

a/n: hello there, I was so excited to see your request because it gave me the perfect excuse to write about co-star Hayden! 😏 Pretty sure this is the first time i’ve written something spicy about him, lol. Anyway, I hope I did your idea justice! Thanks again for the request—my inbox is always open for more suggestions💌 Comments, likes, and reposts are always super appreciated! ❤️✨

The director yelled "Action!" and Hayden began his approach, crawling towards you with a smoldering intensity in his dark blue eyes. He grasped your ankle gently, his fingers warm and slightly calloused from years of acting and other pursuits.

Leaning in, he pressed his soft, pink lips against your skin in a tender kiss. You felt your heartbeat quicken, a rush of nervous energy coursing through you as Hayden maintained intense, unblinking eye contact. It was just acting, you reminded yourself, taking a shaky breath.

His other hand slid slowly up your calf, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Hayden's touch was confident and purposeful, yet gentle, almost reverent. He traced the curve of your knee, then glided his palm along your inner thigh, swelling higher and higher.

His gaze never left yours as he settled between your legs, now parted in invitation. The air felt charged with a palpable tension, a simmering heat that threatened to consume you both. Hayden's breathing grew more pronounced, his chest rising and falling with anticipation.

He leaned in closer, his honey blonde curls falling forward to obscure one eye. Subject to the rules, but still, the intimacy was undeniable. Then, with a final, searing look, Hayden lowered his mouth to the apex of your thighs, disappearing from view.

You knew it was just a scene, a fictionalized moment captured for a film. But in that moment, the line between reality and fantasy blurred, and all you could focus on was the man kneeling before you, his touch igniting a fire within you.

Hayden's deep, gravelly voice felt a shiver down your spine as he spoke, his words muffled slightly by the curve of your thigh pressed against his handsome face. You could feel his hot breath ghosting over your sensitive skin, making your heart race with anticipation.

"Gosh, honey," he murmured, his fingers tracing maddeningly slow circles along the supple flesh of your inner thigh, swelling ever closer to your most intimate area. "You don't know how long I've been craving this moment, dreaming about having you like this, all to myself..."

His long, dexterous fingers hooked into the delicate waistband of your panties, and with a single, smooth tug, he began to peel them downwards. The flimsy fabric slid over your hips, your thighs, your knees, until finally, they were a crumpled mess around your ankles.

A breathy sigh tumbled unbidden from your lips, your chest heaving with the effort to maintain your composure. The air felt electric, charged with a raw, primal energy that made your skin prickle with goosebumps. Hayden's gauze, dark and heavy with desire, raked over your now exposed flesh, taking in every dip and curve like a man starved.

Hayden's strong hands gripped your thigh, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he positioned your leg over his broad, muscular shoulder. The heat of his skin seeped into yours, his body temperature a few degrees warmer than your own. His ocean-blue eyes, stormy and intense, met yours briefly, holding your gaze captive.

Then, with an intensity that made your heart stutter, Hayden lowered his head. His honey blonde curls brushed teasingly against your inner thigh as he buried his face between your legs, disappearing from your view. Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt the first flutter of his breath against your most sensitive, intimate area.

He wasn't just following the script; no, there was a hunger in his actions, a raw, unbridled desire that seemed to transcend the confines of the fictional scene. It was as if he was freefalling into a world of sensation, lost in the addictive scent of your arousal.

Feeling the first brush of Hayden's nose against your panty-covered mound feels a live wire of pleasure zinging up your spine, eliciting a breathy moan from your lips. Your fingers curled reflexively in the soft, honey blonde curls atop his head, gripping them lightly.

All around you, the studio was abuzz with activity - the director barking orders, crew members scurrying to adjust lighting and camera angles, an assistant checking the scene notes. To them, this was just another take, two actors engrossed in their craft, portraying a scene of intimacy and desire.

Hayden's nose nestled against your covered sex, breathing in the scent of your arousal that clung to the thin fabric like a perfume. Your panties felt damp, molding to your every curve, a testament to your body's honest reaction to Hayden's skilled ministrations.

Hayden's eyes fluttered closed, a low, guttural groan rumbling from deep within his chest as he breathed in the intoxicating scent of his arousal. His hand tightened its grip on your thigh, fingers digging into your soft flesh with a desperate, almost fervent need.

Lost in the haze of lust, he trailed his nose along the damp spot that had formed on his panties, the thin fabric the only barrier between his scorching heat and his craving mouth. The intimate coordinator's instructions, once clear and concise, began to blur and dissolve in his lust-addled mind.

He was crossing a line, venturing into uncharted territory that went beyond the scope of their fictional scene. A primal, animalistic urge consumed him, clouding his judgment and overriding the professional boundaries he was meant to uphold.

The shout of "Cut!" pierced through the charged atmosphere, snapping Hayden back to the present with a jarring abruptness. In that moment, he realized with a pang of guilt and self-reproach, that he had allowed his desire to eclipse reason, using the cloaked protection of acting to inappropriately touch you.

As the director called "Cut!" and the crew began to disassemble the set, Hayden's heart sinking realization dawned on him. He turned to apologize, to make amends for his unforgivable transgression, but found only empty space where you once laid.

His fault, entirely his fault. The weight of guilt crushed down upon his shoulders like a physical burden as he mentally berated himself for allowing his base instincts to overpower his better judgment. Your comfortable friendship, the easy camaraderie built over long days on set and nights shared over room service, now felt shattered beyond repair.

Hayden dragged a hand over his face, the coarse stubble of his thin beard rasping beneath his palm. With a heavy sigh, he began to gather his scattered clothing, each movement a laborious effort. He pulled on his jeans, the denim a rough caress against his skin, and slipped into his shirt, the fabric soft and worn from countless washings.

Steeling himself, Hayden stepped out of the trailer, the gravel crunching beneath his boots a harsh, discordant sound that mirrored the turmoil within him. He made his way towards your trailer, each step a penance, a silent apology for the line he had so carelessly crossed.

Hayden stood before your trailer door, his expression etched with apology and a deep-seated unease. He fidgeted slightly, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, his shoulders slumped under the weight of his guilt. When you opened the door, he looked up at you, his ocean-blue eyes filled with remorse.

You had slipped into a soft white terrycloth robe, your name embroidered in shimmering gold lettering across the back. The robe was slightly askew, slipping off one creamy shoulder, exposing the smooth skin beneath. Hayden's gauze lingered there for a moment before flicking back to your face, a faint blush coloring his chiseled cheeks.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he found his voice. "I... I came to apologize," he began, his deep, gravelly tone laced with regret and awkwardness. "For what happened back there, I... I crossed a line, and I'm so sorry. I never meant to make you uncomfortable or put our friendship at risk."

Hayden hesitated, his stance shifting uncomfortably. "Can we talk? Please?" he asked, a note of desperation creeping into his voice. "I want to make this right, to apologize properly."

As Hayden stepped into your trailer, you moved to perch on the edge of the couch, the soft fabric of your robe rustling gently. He closed the door behind him, the latch clicking into place with a soft thud that seemed to echo the tension between you both.

“I, I also want to apologize, I know it was unprofessional of me, but I got turned on while we were filming the scene,” you admitted sheepishly.

Hayden stood before you for a moment, his hands still buried in his pockets, his gauze cast downward as if unable to meet your eyes. When he finally looked up, his expression was a mix of contrition and awkwardness, a faint blush coloring his chiseled cheeks.

"Please, don't apologize," he said, his deep, gravely voice tinged with sincerity. "I'm the one who should be sorry. I let my desires cloud my judgment and I took advantage of the situation, of you. That was never okay."

He took a step closer, his tall frame seeming to dwarf the cozy interior of your trailer. "It's not unprofessional to have a natural reaction, especially given the intimate nature of the scene. I'm just sorry I let my own lack of control put you in an uncomfortable position."

Hayden's gauze softened, a flicker of concern and empathy in his ocean-blue eyes. "Our friendship means the world to me, and I can't bear the thought of me ruining it with my own selfishness. I want to make this right, to regain your trust, if you'll let me."

You smiled softly. “I value your friendship, Hayden, and, I swear you didn't make me uncomfortable, I mean, it's not the first time you've made me wet,” you confessed softly, your cheeks heating up as you realized what you' d said. “Oh, fuck, I’m sorry, I, I shouldn’t have said that.”

Your softly spoken confession hung in the air between you and Hayden, the weight of your words settling heavily upon his broad shoulders. A flicker of surprise crossed his handsome features before a slow, sensual smile curled the corners of his pink lips. He took another step closer, now standing mere inches from where you perched on the couch, his tall frame casting a shadow over your petite one.

He took a tentative step closer, drawn to you like a moth to a flame, electricity crackling between you both. "You... you're not uncomfortable? You mean, it's happened before?" he asked softly, a note of wonder and tentative hope in his gravely tone.

Your cheeks flushed a pretty pink as you realized the boldness of your admission. Hayden reached out, gently cupping your chin with his large, warm hand, tilting your face towards his. "Don't apologize," he murmured, his thumb brushing over his soft, plump bottom lip.

His gauze dropped to your mouth, lingered there, before slowly trailing up to meet your eyes. "I'm just... surprised and incredibly honored that I'm not the only one feeling this way." Hayden leaned in closer, his voice lowering to an intimate rasp. "Tell me more, love... I want to understand, to make this right, to make you feel good..."

“I want you to touch me…”

Your breathy plea hung in the charged air of your trailer, the words scarcely out of your mouth before Hayden's eyes darkened with renewed desire. Your flushed cheeks and the need lacing your tone spurred him into action, erasing the last vestiges of hesitation.

In an instant, Hayden closed the remaining distance between you, settling himself on the couch beside you. His large hands, once tentatively cupping your face, now slid down to your shoulders, pulling you closer. The soft terrycloth of your robe bunched and shifted with the movement, exposing more of your creamy skin.

He leaned in, his honey blonde curls brushing against your cheek as he murmured hotly against your ear. "I want nothing more than to touch you, to make you feel good," he rumbled, one hand drifting down to the sash of his robe. Deft fingers made quick work of the knot, the robe falling open, baring the curves of your body clad only in the skimpy panties beneath.

Hayden's breathing grew heavier as he took in the sight, his gauze roving hungrily over his exposed flesh. "You're so beautiful, love," he breathed, before his hand cupped the swell of his breast, feeling the weight of it in his palm. "I want to worship every inch of you..."

Hayden's attention turned solely to your breasts, his hot breath washing over the sensitive skin as he leaned in. He pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses to the swell of your cleavage, his lips trailing a scorching path upward.

Reaching the crest of your breast, Hayden flicked his tongue out, circling your hardened nipple. He teasingly sucked the stiff peak into his mouth, his lips closing around it as he began to lavish attention upon his breast with suckling kisses.

His other hand kneaded the soft mound, massaging her breast as he worshiped it with his mouth. Hayden alternated between gentle nips and harder sucks, each one sending jolts of pleasure radiating through your body.

He continued his sensual strike, moving to your other breast, and paying it equal homage. Hayden's passion and hunger for your body were evident in his touch, his kisses, the way he seemed to savor every curve and contour.

Sparks of electricity crackled across your skin, your body burning up from the inside out as Hayden's mouth and hands mapped every sensitive inch of your breasts. You arched into him, craving more of his touch, desperate for the feel of his bare skin against yours.

"Hayden, I need your mouth on my pussy."

Your impassioned plea pierced through the haze of desire, snapping Hayden back to the present moment. He lifted his head, his ocean-blue eyes glazed with lust and desire as they met yours. Your fingers gripped his honey-colored curls, lightly tugging, silently urging him on.

Hearing you verbalize your need, your desire, your aching emptiness, feel a surge of primal hunger coursing through Hayden's veins. He knew he couldn't deny you, couldn't refuse your enticing request.

"I want to taste you," he growled, his voice low and rough with arousal. "I want to bury my face between your thighs and devour you until you're drowning in ecstasy, until you scream my name so loudly the whole set hears you."

With those heated words, Hayden's hands slid down your curves, hooking under your thighs and pushing your robe fully open. He urged his legs apart, making room for him as he settled between them.

He leaned in, his hot breath fanning over your clothed sex, the damp patch on your panties glistening obscenely in the soft light of your trailer. Hayden pressed a single, open-mouthed kiss to your mound through the flimsy fabric, before hooking his fingers into the waistband.

With a low, hungry growl, Hayden peeled your drained panties down your thighs, discarding them carelessly to the floor. Barely a heartbeat passed before his mouth was on your bare, glistening cunt, his tongue delving between your slick folds with a fierce urgency.

"Fuck, love," he groaned against your heated flesh, the vibrations of his deep voice sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through you. "Your pussy tastes like heaven, like the sweetest ambrosia. I can't get enough of your perfect, dripping cunny."

Hayden's tongue explored every inch of your most intimate place, lapping at your nectar, savoring the essence of your arousal. He teasingly circled your throbbing clit, flicking and stroking the sensitive bundle of nerves until your hips bucked wildly, seeking more of his skilled touch.

He sealed his lips around your entrance, sucking hard, his tongue plunging deep inside your clutching heat. Hayden devoured you with gusto, his muffled moans of pleasure rumbling through his chest as he feasted upon your cunt.

Hayden's passion consumed him as he lost himself in the taste and scent of her sopping wet pussy. His tongue delved deep, plunging into your silky, grasping walls, fucking you with a fervor that left you breathless and desperate for more.

He licked and sucked your clit with relentless determination, his skilled mouth driving you towards the precipice of an explosive climax. Hayden's hands gripped your ass, pulling your hips tighter against his face, grinding your dripping cunt against his open, eager mouth.

Your tangy, intoxicating essence flooded his senses, spurring on his lustful onslaught. Hayden's cock strained painfully against his jeans, leaking and throbbing in time with the pulsing of your core against his tongue. He found to plunge into your velvet heat, to feel your walls squeezing and milking him, but he focused on your pleasure, your satisfaction his sole goal.

"fuck, Hayden, I'm so close"

Your breathless, needy moan spurred Hayden on, his tongue doubling its efforts on your dripping cunt. He gazed up at you, his ocean-blue eyes glazed with lust and hunger as he feasted on your glistening folds.

"Mmm, that's it love," he growled, his voice muffled and rough against your slick skin. "Fuck, I can feel you throbbing, your perfect little cunt aching for release. Come for me, love. Let me feel you come all over my fucking face."

Hearing your needy plea, Hayden licked a long, slow stripe up your wet slit before sucking your throbbing clit between his lips. He flicked the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue, then sucked hard, sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your core.

He plunged two fingers knuckle-deep into your dripping heat, pumping them rapidly as his tongue worked your clit with fervor. Hayden curled his fingers, stroking that secret spot inside that made your toes curl and your back arch off the couch.

The obscene sound of your arousal filled the small trailer as Hayden finger-fucked your clenching cunt, his lips and tongue never ceasing their sensual assault on your clit. He could feel your walls starting to flutter, tightening around his plunging digits as your climax quickly approached.

"Fuck, you're so close," he rumbled, his hot breath washing over your aching sex. "That's it, baby. I want to feel your sweet cunt spasm and quake around my fingers as you come undone. Give it to me, love."

Hayden's fingers pumped feverishly into your clenching heat as he sucked your throbbing clit with wild abandon. He could feel your velvet walls starting to quiver and tighten around his plunging digits, your climax building to a crescendo.

"Fuck, yes," he growled, his gravely voice vibrating against your sensitive flesh. "Your cunt is gripping me so fucking tightly, like it never wants to let my fingers go. I can feel your orgasm approaching, your body trembling with the need for release."

Hayden's tongue flicked and circled your clit with lightning speed, his fingers curling and stroking that perfect spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyelids. He could taste your essence flooding his mouth, your arousal coating his chin and dripping down onto the couch.

"Give yourself over to it, love," he rasped, his tone dark and laced with lust. "I want to feel your pussy spasming and gushing, soaking my face as you come screaming my name."

Your body convulsed, back arching sharply as the coil of tension within you snapped. A loud moan tore from your throat, your voice raw with the force of your climax. "FUCK, HAYDEN!" you cried out, your pussy clenching and spasming wildly around Hayden's plunging fingers.

Hayden groaned against his quivering cunt, the sound rumbling through his chest as he felt his velvet walls melting. Your release gushed out, your tangy essence flooding your mouth and dripping down your chin. He licked and lapped at your convulsing slit, determined to catch every drop of your cum.

Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you, your body shaking uncontrollably as Hayden worked you through your intense orgasm. He gentled his touch, his fingers slowing their pace to long, sensual strokes as he helped you ride out the aftershocks.

Finally, with a shuddering sigh, you collapsed back onto the couch, your chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. Hayden crawled up your body, his face glistening with your juices, a look of deep satisfaction etched on his handsome features.

"That's my good girl," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to your fluttering belly. "You're exquisite when you come undone like that. Watching you lose yourself in pleasure, feeling your perfect pussy spasm and gush, it's the most erotic thing I've ever witnessed."

He captured your lips in a blistering kiss, letting you taste yourself on his lips and tongue. Hayden's rigid cock strained against his jeans, a tent forming at the apex of his thighs, evidence of his own desperate arousal. "You've never looked more beautiful than you do right now," he breathed against your kiss-swollen lips. "And I'm not nearly done with you yet."

[reverie-starlight]

happy NYE, i’m sick and want karasu to take care of me. still figuring out characterization + I’ve never written for him yadda yadda.

fem!reader, no physical descriptions, mentions of having a cold + symptoms, very short and not edited properly. karasu is very loving. I liked writing this a lot, he’s fun. FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF.

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“hey sweet girl, how are you feeling?”

you turn your head to look at the source of the familiar voice coming from your bedroom’s doorway. your fiancé leans against the frame holding a steaming mug and looking at you with concerned eyes.

you pout pull the hood of your sweater over your head. okay, his sweater, but you’d argue that you co-own it. “ugh.”

karasu snorts and walks into the room, placing the mug down on your nightstand before sitting next to you and gently rubbing your knee. “at least you’re sitting up now.”

as soon as he’s within range, you lean into him and release a drawn out groan. he rolls his eyes, knowing you’re exaggerating a smidge, just as you always do when you’re not feeling well, but affectionately rubs up and down your back anyway.

he’d be a liar if he ever said he doesn’t like indulging you here and there, playing into your ploys for extra affection included.

he cups the base of your skull, massaging it slightly. “does your head still hurt?”

your face is still buried in his chest as you shake your head slightly. “no, thankfully. just my throat and some of my muscles.”

“poor thing,” he leans over slightly to pass you the mug. “I made you some tea with honey.”

“thanks, baby,” you smile up at him. “can you pass me a tissue please?”

karasu grabs one and pinches it over your nose with a teasing grin. “blow.”

you glare at him and you both know that if your arms didn’t feel limp as noodles right now, you’d snatch it away from him. since you can’t, however, you resign yourself to following his instruction.

“you sound like a goose when you do that,” he snickers, tossing the tissue in the trash and moving

“thanks,” you say, before taking a sip of your tea. it’s good, not scalding hot and not gross either. you’ll have to remember to make this for him when he inevitably gets sick later this week. “you should be nicer to your girlfriend who’s over here suffering and rotting and-“

he laughs and moves himself into bed and under the covers with you. “you’re such a big baby, ya know that?”

you place your tea back on the side table and lay down, pouting again in indignation. he follows you and cups your face in his hand. “you’re my baby, though.”

you fake gag and he shakes his head. “you love it when I get all sweet on you, don’t even try that whole act on me,” he lets you scoot closer and wraps his arms around you.

“wouldn’t have to if you hadn’t called me a goose,” you mumble, nuzzling against his neck despite your bitter tone.

karasu bites back a laugh and drags his nails through your scalp comfortingly. “I wasn’t calling you a goose, I only said you sounded like one.”

you peek up to shoot him another dirty look. “because that’s so much better. and here I thought you liked my voice.”

“I love your voice, angel, even now that it’s all gravelly and raw. but you don’t use your voice to blow your nose, now do you?”

you grumble something about logic he can’t fully make out and let silence take over for a moment.

as much as he loves teasing you, seeing you try to clear your stuffy nose and hearing your coughs breaks his heart a bit. he hates seeing you suffer- if he had it his way you’d be happy and in good spirits all the time. he wants nothing more than to baby you a bit, help you recover and lift your spirits.

he presses a kiss against your forehead. “can I get you anything else, pretty?”

you shake your head and pull him closer. “no thank you, tabito, you’ve already done so much for me today.”

he admires you and rubs his thumb under your eye for a bit. “do you want to take a nap?”

you shake your head. “I’m all napped out. I want to be able to sleep tonight.”

karasu nods and thinks for a minute. “how about a change of scenery, then?”

you blink and tilt your head. “Hm? I don’t know if I’m up to leaving the house, baby.”

“no, just to the living room. you’ve been cooped up in here all morning. do ya want to watch one of your comfort movies? the one with the dragons maybe?”

you nod, and wrap your arms around his neck. “but can you carry me? my legs feel a bit shaky.”

moments later you’re being scooped up in his arms and deposited on the couch with fluffy blankets, boxes of tissues and some snacks.

“all good, babe?” he checks in with you, looking down at your head on his chest before hitting play.

your chest blooms at how well he’s been treating you all day. how he’s always treated you, actually. you could not have asked for a better nurse to have around.

you hope you give him half the comfort he’s given you when it’s his turn to play patient.

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this could 100% be better, however my last brain cell is working overtime trying to do a new character justice. hopefully I did alright 🥹🫶🏻

hope you enjoyed!!

and ty @emmyrosee for screaming abt karasu with me 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[billsbaby]

call it what you want

‘i want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck, chain round my neck. not because he owns me, but cause he really knows me’ - call it what you want, taylor swift ┊͙

warnings; none just gag worthy fluff heheah

you danced around the kitchen, blasting call it what you want by taylor swift. billie had been out all day doing interviews so you had the house to yourself and your first thought was to listen to your playlist at an unhealthy volume.

the song came to an end and her silhouette appeared at the front door. you turned the music down and ran over to it, opening it for her as shark ran over with you. she gave you a warm smile and shuffled past him, throwing herself onto you.

as she pulled you into a tight hug, her scent enveloped you. "hi baby.”

you giggled and hugged her back, feeling something poking out of her pocket.

“hi pretty.”

she gave your shoulders a squeeze before pulling back to look at your face, her hands falling to her pockets,

“i got you something” she smirked, her eyebrows raising.

you felt your face heat up, “hm?”

"come come" she mumbled, grabbing your hands and pulling you into the kitchen before stepping between your legs and pulling out a small white box.

you watched as she held it out to you and you reached for it excitedly, you could tell it was some sort of jewellery and you flashed her a bright smile before opening it slowly, revealing a silver necklace with the letter B hanging on the chain in cursive. you gasped and pulled it out, admiring how it sparkled in the light above you.

inside there was also a note folded up and you carefully grabbed it and unfolded it,

'not because i own you, but cause i really know you' was scribbled in her handwriting with a small heart beside it.

your eyes widened as you recognised the reference immediately, your heart melting.

"no you fucking didn't!" you squealed, pulling her back into a hug immediately.

she smiled above you proudly, “do you like it?”

"it's perfect." you nodded holding it up once more, softly brushing your finger across the B intial.

"here,” she chuckled, taking the necklace from your hands and spinning you around, clasping it around your neck before pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder, “perfect.”

you ran over to the bathroom and admired it in the mirror. it sat perfectly, almost as if it was made for you. she followed closely behind you and snaked her arms around your waist, locking eyes with you in the mirror.

"thank you so much" you grinned, tilting your head backwards to kiss her softly.

"your welcome baby" she replied, holding your chin as you leaned into her chest to kiss her.

you turned back to the mirror, not over how beautiful it was and how she had picked it out just for you because she knew you loved the song. the look on your face was telling and she bit her lip, pleased with herself.

you smirked, staring back at her through the mirror,

“my swiftie girlfriend hm?"

"i think you mean my swiftie girlfriend" she playfully gagged

you smacked her arm lightly and shook your head, your smile was so wide it hurt your cheeks.

“does this mean you’ll stop playing the song now?” she tilts her head, pressing her lips into a line.

you both burst out laughing and in this moment neither of you could love eachother more.

atleast you did one thing right.

[demonic0angel]

Random idea of Jazz and Jason living on a farm in the country together. Caring for the animals, making their own food, domestic sunsets on the porch.

(*starts tap dancing in joy* this got very long lmaooo)

Jason stared into the horizon, as the sun began to set, casting the world into golden yellow and fire red hues. He was still standing, just holding his scythe in one hand as he heard the rustle of wheat behind him.

Jazz stood next to him, watching the sky alongside him before she turned and leaned against his shoulder. "You shouldn't stare into the sun."

Jason hummed. He wrapped an arm around her and finally peeled his eyes away from the approaching nightfall. He kissed her forehead and said, "I know. Shall we go inside?"

She nodded and they walked together back to their home, a little farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. A barn and a mill were also nearby, providing them with more food. They were surrounded by fields on two sides, a large stretch of forest on the other, and a river weaving in between. Shadow was waiting for them at the door, their tail wagging as it watched them approach.

Jason closed the door when they were all inside, locking the several chains and deadbolt locks. Jazz closed all of their windows and blinds. Shadow disappeared in and out of their namesake, hopping in every dark corner of their home before coming back, confirming that it was safe and locked tight.

When they were done, Jazz pushed him to his seat and began dishing out food. He smiled at the sight of her bringing out the pheasant he had hunted on a plate, before she brought bowls of soup and bread over.

"Has anything happened while I was taking care of the fields?" He asked.

Jazz paused and then nodded. "Yes. I saw a straggler, so I killed them before anything could happen. They were in the woods, and I think they were alone, but I can't guarantee it."

Jason's heart sped up a beat at the thought of Jazz being alone while a straggler had been far too close to them, before he took a deep breath and calmed down.

"Alright. If that's true, we should comb through the woods one more time to make sure it's clean. I don't want anything to ambush us."

Jazz nodded. He reached over to brush her hair from her face and lay a kiss on her forehead. She smiled and he relaxed at the happiness on her face before they both went back to eating.

"What about you?" She asked. "How's the fields? And livestock?"

"Our chickens are doing well," he said thoughtfully. He looked down at his food and praised, "You've outdone yourself again, princess. This tastes amazing."

Jazz beamed again. Jason continued, "I think we have enough food to last us awhile. I'm not sure what winter is going to look like, but when we investigate the woods, we can look into the nearby towns and see if there's anything left to salvage."

Jazz nodded. Then she began slowly, "By the way... about Alfred..."

Jason paused, eyes wide. He looked at her and her expression was worried. "What about him? Did he get out? Did he do something to you?"

Jazz looked at her soup, mostly watery with carrots and potatoes and the barest amounts of herbs. "... he spoke to me today. He called me Miss Gordon."

Jason couldn't help his intake of breath and the hand reaching out to cover his mouth. "What?! But— But isn't he supposed to be..?!"

She nodded quickly. "That's what I thought too. But I think, he's either starting to remember things and might've recognized my hair or... or he's learning to imitate human speech." She winced from her words, but Jason didn't really notice.

He was thinking of the possibilities.

Ever since that faithful day, it had only been him, Jazz, and Shadow all on their own. Shadow had helped them both get away from the chaos and deaths, but they were pretty much isolated. All they knew was that the entire world had gone to shit and no one could reach them.

He had no idea if his family or friends were okay. Not even Jazz could reach out to her own family. She had no idea what was happening, and all they had was each other.

Things hadn't really changed even when Alfred had stumbled onto the slice of paradise and peace Jason had carved out for himself and Jazz. They had to lock him in the basement, but since there was nothing they could do about his condition, this was their only way of handling it without killing him for good.

Jason focused back on Jazz, who was nearly wilting from some misplaced sense of guilt. He reached out again to hold her hand, squeezing as he said, "I don't blame you for anything, Jazz. No matter what he says... protect yourself first, okay? Your safety matters most to me. I think for now, let's just continue observing him."

She nodded. Jason turned to Shadow and asked, "Hey, could you keep an eye on Alfred for me? If he does anything or gets out, wake us up."

The ancient looked up and nodded, and that was settled. Dinner continued in quiet chatter as the tension eased, and eventually they prepared for bed.

Jason had never expected to live such a strange life of domesticity.

As night fell and Jazz slept in his arms with her long limbs wrapped around him like an octopus, Jason could not help but marvel at the situation, in a house with the woman he loved, peaceful and without any heroics, with his grandfather in the house somewhere too (although Alfred was not really the same.)

Even if the world was ending, with the people he loved most around him, Jason did not feel worried.

His eyes began to droop.

Soon, he too fell asleep. As the world around them continued to move, Jason felt secure in his bed with Jazz in his arms and Shadow curled up by their feet.

The earth would continue spinning.

[luvyeni]

🦢… ( drabble ) love blindness ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 양정원 ՞

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yandere!jungwon・ fem!reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ smut. yandere.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・ manipulation. ‎unprotected sex. mentions of murder. wc ・ ‎0.7k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ ‎click to library

reaction. can you please do jungwon yandere smut? any concept !!!

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 my first wonie smut , it might be a little awkward I’m sorry 😔

love blindness; that’s what you have, at least that’s what your friends say. you don’t even see the signs. “he’s controlling.” your friends would warn. “he’s constantly there , why does he need to be next to you at all times?”

and to which you just flagged them off. “he’s just being a protective boyfriend.” you stated. “he knows this is my first relationship, so he’s just extra careful.” and maybe that’s why it was so easy; so easy for you to fall into his dangerous and torturous web. “he’s a good problem, i swear.”

no , no he wasn’t a good person; jungwon knew that. he was sick and twisted; and in love with you. “wonie!” he smiled waiting for you outside of the coffee place, he’d been there for the past hour, watching you — of course you didn’t know, you didn’t need to know. “hey baby.” he leaning over kissing your coffee tainted lips. “you have fun.”

you sat in the seat; frowning. “yeah i guess.” he caught on to your behavior. “did something happened?” you didn’t say anything, he grabbed your cheeks forcing you to look at him. “what’s wrong?” he said. “it’s just that my friends were saying something’s today.” you said , he let you go sitting back in his seat. “like what?” you shrugged. “just that you’re controlling and you’re just always there.”

he was seething; how fucking dare they taint your perfect image of him with their words. “they said that about me?” he was planning their brutal demise in his head , but he turned on his best smile just for you. “im sorry they made you sad , but it’s okay.” he said. “we aren’t gonna listen to them.” he placed his hand on your bare thigh. “okay?” you nodded, smiling innocently at him. “they’re just jealous they don’t have a boyfriend that loves you as much as i do.” he squeezed your thigh. “you look so pretty in this dress.”

“th-thank you.” you stuttered out, flustered. “my favorite color too.” his hands inching up your dress. “did you wear it for me?” you tried to suppress a moan as his finger swiped your clothes clit. “wo-wonie , fuck.” you sighed , he pinched in between your thighs. “watch your mouth , you aren’t a nasty slut like those friends of yours , you’re a good girl.” you nodded. “so-sorry.” he nodded , pulling his fingers away. “let’s get home.” his eyes full of lust.

“oh my god!” you moaned out, legs pinned up as he pounded into your sensitive cunt for the past few hours. “wo-wonie i can’t take it anymore.” you sobbed , tears streaming down your face due to his brutal thrust. “se-sensitive.” he loved getting you like this , making you cum over and over ; to the point you were shaking just from his cock touching your cunt. “yo-you can - fuck - you can take it.” his hands wrapping around your throat. “take it like a good girl.”

only he could get you like this; he was the only one who ever got you like this. “my perfect little fuck toy aren’t you?” he squeezed your neck. “letting me use your precious body like this.” losing himself inside you, making his obsessive nature towards you more come out. “minds , all mines.” he growled. “you’re all mines , no one else can have you.” he restricted your breathing even more. “i’ll kill anyone if they ever think about taking you away from me.”

you gasped out as he finally let your neck go , holding your waist pounding into your sopping cunt. “you gonna cum?” you nodded. “ye-yes!” you shouted in pure ecstasy, he smirked holding off on letting you cum , just to see you beg. “please please let me cum.” you sobbed out , eyes crossing. “look at you going dumb on my cock , just how i like it.” he moaned , feeling himself about to cum as well. “cum for me , be a good girl.”

that’s all you needed before your eyes rolled to back of your head , jaw slack as you came. “of fuck you’re clenching so much , gonna fucking cum.” he groaned. “gonna cum inside you -fuck- fuck fuck!” he thrusted one two three times before stilling his hips , his cum shooting from his twitching cock. “take my cum.” he whispered softly in your ear. “good girl.”

that’s how you saw jungwon; as a safe space for you, a protector of some sort. someone who would never do anything to you to harm you; but people who talk bad about him to you and make you think anything less — well that’s a different story.

like he told you … he’d kill anyone who thought they could take you away from him ….

©️LUVYENI

[atleastpleasetelephone]

53. holding the other’s jaw with Greg Nolan please 🫶🏾

A/N: Yessssss Greg!! This is just a little drabble.

Afters

Pairing: Greg Nolan x housewife!reader

Word count: 729

TWs: Reader cries, there's a little bit of dirty talk. Think that's it!

Greg shrugs his jacket on and straightens his tie. “Gotta go, baby.”

You’ve literally just pulled a pot pie out of the oven, and you huff in frustration as you place it on the pot holder. Putting the oven mitts on the side, you smooth your apron down over your dress and try to keep it together. Turning around with your best attempt at a smile. 

“But it’s dinner time, Greg.”

This is the third time this week he’s had to go back to work in the evening. You’re starting to get worried. 

“Sorry, baby. Have to get this photoshoot done.”

He grabs his camera bag and slings it over his shoulder. 

“But I made chicken pot pie. It’s your favourite.” You know you sound whiny but you can’t help it. Tears are shining in your eyes but he’s too busy grabbing the things he needs to notice. 

Stepping towards you, he kisses the top of your head lovingly. “I’m sure it’ll be just as good warmed up later, honey.”

“N-no it won’t!” You exclaim, frustrated and upset. “You know it won’t! It’s better now, just out of the oven!” Tears spill down your face as you rage about the pie, hands balling into fists. 

Greg blinks in surprise. He knows you like to cook, and you like to spoil him with your delicious food, but he didn’t think you’d be so upset about a pot pie. He wipes your tears with a thumb. 

“C’mon darlin’. I promise I’ll love the pie just as much when I come back later.”

You push his hand away, angrily. “It’s not about the pie!”

“It’s… not?”

“You don’t love me anymore, do you? You’re seeing someone else.” It comes out in a rush and you tremble with emotion.

Your lower lip wobbles, and then suddenly you’re really sobbing, body shaking as the tears flow down your cheeks, bringing your hands to your face to try and control it but it’s far beyond control at this point. All of your fears and insecurities come pouring out of you in the form of salty water. You’ve always been a little worried that you’re not pretty enough for Greg, but ever since he started the late nights at work, coming home and going out again, you’ve been convinced that he’s found someone better. No-one needs to do this much photography, surely?

Greg is shocked, letting his bag fall off his shoulder and catching it just in time to place it on the floor. How on earth can you think he doesn’t love you anymore? Because of the pie?

He gently prises your hands away from your face and sets them by your sides, before raising his large hand to your jaw, holding it gently. When you keep looking down, sniffing, he carefully tilts your face towards his. Your eyes find his blue ones, reluctantly. 

“What makes ya think that, baby?” He asks, trying to make his voice as soothing as possible. 

You groan. “All these late nights. You can’t be taking photos. Unless they’re photos of some other girl.”

He blinks slowly. Well, he is taking photos of other girls, that’s his job. But he decides now isn’t the time to be literal. 

“I promise you I’m jus’ doin’ my job. The new boss is fussier than the old one and he keeps wantin’ things redone. And tomorrow mornin’ is the deadline for publishin’. I’m sorry, baby. I don’t want ta work either.” He looks deep into your eyes as his grip on your jaw tightens. “Can’t think of anything I’d like ta do more than eat your gorgeous home-cookin’ and then put ya between my legs under the dining table for your desert…” 

You stop crying abruptly as warmth spreads between your own legs. “R-really?”

“Really, baby.” His thumb brushes over your lips. “I haveta go, but I’ll be back as soon as I can for that dinner.” He wiggles an eyebrow suggestively. “And afters.” Pressing a kiss to your lips he pulls back a little, his hand still on your jaw, making sure he’s got your full attention. “I love you, darlin’.”

“I love you too, Greg," you whisper, reassured.

“You’re the only one for me, baby,” he tells you as he lets your jaw go, reluctantly, and picks his bag back up again. “I’ll be thinkin’ of ya waiting here for me.”

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