#like this is the one time where forehead is easily accessible let me see that thang as much as possible

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I'm like 400% more fond of Seungies hair when they gel it up, spike it out, show off his forehead, btw

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The Favor 6

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Warnings- exhibitionism, slight degradation, teasing In public, BDSM elements, mention of unhealthy relationship, Dom/sub dynamic, choking, spanking, mention of edging hehe

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Leaving Harry’s house was difficult. 

Even knowing she was going to see him on Wednesday for lunch and she was staying the weekend next week, something felt so wrong about going home to her empty place and just continuing about her week like she hadn’t just had a mind blowing experience during the weekend. 

Harry had taken incredible care of her. Not only had he bathed with her, tied her hair up in a scrunchie he had, washed her body with a soft washcloth and fed her fruit from his fingers, but he’d thrown one of his shirts over her body and brought her into a freshly made bed where he had her lay on her tummy and he rubbed salve into her ass that was still very much sore. He’d taken care of her, brushed her hair back and cuddled her as they spoke about what they did and didn’t like in the scene- which was overwhelmingly positive. Y/N had found out she especially liked his hand around her throat and when he’d pressed her face into the bed like he had at the end. She wasn’t sure about the edging quite yet but she was open to trying different scenarios and it was hard to admit that, but Harry’s overwhelmingly sweet reception of her hesitance made up for the nerves. He had said overstimulation was his choice over the latter in terms of subs, but he liked to edge himself more than anything and was open to trying different scenarios. Orgasm denial seemed more like a punishment to her, which he noted very clearly. 

The next morning she’d woken up with a freshly showered Harry who had finished his workout when she was sleeping. He’d woken her to check on her bum, but somehow it had turned dirtier. With Harry’s fingers tucked inside of her cunt, easily wet for him as he coaxed an orgasm from her with her hands pinned above her head and her body writhing under him, his palm slapping over her clit and her head light as he licked his digits clean afterwards. 

He’d made breakfast of eggs, toast and yogurt parfaits, remembering her affinity for strawberries from the night prior. He’d also remembered her chamomile tea, making sure it was steeped by the time they’d gotten settled in his dining room, Buttons sitting at her bare feet to keep them warm. 

Leaving had been hard, the man quick to give her a squeeze and kiss to the forehead after walking her to the car and putting her duffle in her backseat. He’d promised to text her during the week, which he had, but it didn’t do much to help her missing him that night. If anything, she felt lonelier than she had before she even met him.

Speaking of, Danny had been really irritating her. He’d barely texted her that weekend but as the week went on, he’d been texting her about some sports games, gossip at his job, shit that she really had no interest in. Not once had he made a real attempt to ask how she was doing. He made no attempt to see her, which was both a blessing and a curse. She wasn’t sure how she’d react to his touch right now. The thought had been floating in her mind if he truly grasped how intimate of a thing she was doing with Harry. If he knew, if he cared, even. The longer it was going on, the less she felt steady in a relationship she had been so desperate to keep afloat just 3 weeks ago. 

His name sent a sense of annoyance through her when she saw it on her home screen as she put her car in park, but the name above his had her tummy erupting in butterflies. 

Harry: Hi, love. I’m here, I got a table outside if that's alright?

Y/N: I just pulled in!!! Sorry a train was going over the tracks again. So annoying. 

Y/N: I’ll be there in just a minute :) 

Fluffing her hair, she adjusted her lip stain and hoped she didn’t look too disheveled as she got out of her car. Harry had brought up seeing her halfway through the week and she’d been looking forward to it since she left in the early evening on sunday. It’d only been 3 days and yet she felt giddy, walking into the patio and seeing Harry sitting and watching her as she approached. 

The outfit today was a simple navy dress with a tie in the back. Professional enough but casual to the touch, making it one of her favorite dresses to wear. It highlighted her body but in an appropriate way. It showed the dip in her wait and the flare of her hip, hitting right at the knee. Her brown flats were boring, sure, but she didn’t need blisters today. 

The tall man stood up to greet her, immediately wrapping her up in a hug she didn’t realize she’d desperately needed. Y/N had always been a pretty independent person in her life, not one to rely on people. She didn’t lean on anyone, kept mostly to herself and found it hard to let go- which is why she thought this weekend was probably so impactful for her. Letting Harry make the decisions had felt so good, so freeing, that she was craving it yet again. 

“Hi.” She mumbled into his chest, melting into him as he rubbed his hand against her back. His embrace was warm and safe, enough of a relaxing effect to make some of the tension she’d been carrying melt off her shoulders. 

“Hi, Darling.” He hummed, pressing his lips to her forehead. A sweet greeting that the sweet girl deserved. “Y’alright?” It was a trick question because he knew the answer. 

“Yeah, just been a bit stressed.” She admitted. Harry didn’t want to admit just how relieved that she was giving him honesty over the fake ‘I’m fine’ smile she would be sure to give everyone else. 

“Yeah?” He frowned, smoothing his hands over her shoulders. “M’sorry about that. Why don’t you sit down and we can talk about some of that? I got you a smoothie.” The girl visibly perked up, looking at the pink drink on the table. 

“Strawberry Banana?” She questioned, thanking him for pulling out her seat for her. At his hum of affirmation, a weird feeling settled in her stomach. It was so odd for someone to notice the little things about her. Harry remembered the smoothie she’d gotten with him last time, he remembered her general love of strawberries, and he’d seemingly be interested in knowing the intricacies of her stress. It felt a bit weird, maybe, to be cared for on this level by someone. Someone who wasn’t even her boyfriend. “Thank you.” Her eyes were lighter as she watched him sit down across from her, his gaze locked on her face as she took a sip of her smoothie. 

“You’re welcome.” It had been the hope that she’d like it. He’d been keeping his little notes in his head about things she liked. Y/N had quickly become a bit of a staple in his life and he liked to make her smile, even with something as simple as remembering what smoothie or berries she liked. “Now tell me about what’s been going on.” 

Y/N usually wasn’t one to vent- but the floodgates opened. She felt weirdly comfortable with the man, deciding to let him in on things happening with her work, how her mother had been pressuring her to come home more often when she didn’t really want to considering she knew it would just lead to questions she didn’t want to answer, how she’d been forgetting to eat because work stress had been irritating her and taking over the forefront of her mind and only remembered when he’d text her and ask what she ate that day. A lot of it was trivial and she knew that, people out there had it much worse than she did, but Harry didn’t make her feel judged in the slightest. Instead, his fingers stroked the back of her hand in a soothing motion as he studied her face. 

“And then Danny…” She swallowed the lump in her throat as she met Harry’s eyes apprehensively. “I’m just beginning to see things that I didn’t before. He’s not once asked me how I am, how the weekend really went, how I feel about it. He’s texted me to bitch about work and sports and ask if I was coming out this weekend with the lot of them, but there’s no.. there’s no interest in me. It’s all about him or trivial things and I’m starting to wonder why I haven’t noticed it before.” Her voice was small, wavering slightly as she broke their eye contact to look at the smoothie gone 3/4ths of the way. 

Harry pursed his lips as his hand flipped hers over, instead letting his fingers stroke her inner wrist as he thought of how to respond. It was something he’d noticed too. Danny had never asked how Y/N was that weekend, if she was alright. His phone had sat empty- like he didn’t care and had just dumped her on someone else with no second thought. It had pissed him off too but he didn’t feel he had a right to bring it up first. It wasn’t his relationship, even if he felt some type of way about it. He didn’t want to appear as if he was positioning her to make any sort of decision. It was all her, and he didn’t want her to think he was trying to swoop in and take her away…. Even if that had been a thought a time or three. 

“I’m sorry.” It was how he chose to begin the conversation because in all honesty, he was. He’d been in a situation where he’d felt uncared for not too far in the past and he could remember the emotional wounds- wounds that were still healing. “I know I may not have the most helpful things t’say and I don’t want you to think m’trying to push you in any sort of direction, but let me just say thing.” A large inhale was taken before he continued, hoping she wouldn’t take it in an offensive way. “I don’t understand what he’s doing. If I’m being completely honest with you, I’ve been baffled on how he’s letting this happen,how he even asked me to touch you. If you were mine, I’d never in a million years want anyone to even graze your skin. Let alone do the things m’doing to you. It would drive me mad to think of someone else knowing how you taste, how you look when you finish, and thinking of you saying someone else's name…” A bitter laugh exited him. “I’d be homicidal. So, I can’t wrap my head around how this has happened. But what I can say is that you need to take a look at your relationship and what you want objectively. If it was your friend being treated this way, how you’d feel. Go back and think on how you’ve been treated this whole time.” The next part was going to kill him to say, but he had to. He had to try to be good and supportive. “And I think you’d need to talk to him and tell him you feel neglected. From my eyes it does look that way, and it looks selfish, but perhaps being in a long term relationship makes him a bit lazy.” Harry couldn’t fathom slipping up like that, but again… everyone was different. 

“Bottom line is I want you to be happy, Darling. You’ll still have a friend in me regardless if you’re dating Danny or not. Relationships come and go many times in your life, and just because you’ve put years into it doesn’t mean you have to settle for poor treatment. Okay?” 

Harry’s heart ached when he saw her misty eyes, frowning as he motioned her to come sit on the chair next to him rather than across. The patio was mostly empty anyways, but he didn’t care either way as he pulled her into him for a hug. She didn’t fully cry, but he could feel some dampness on his skin as she nuzzled into his neck. Calming circles were ran over her back, letting her catch her breath as he stayed quiet. He was walking a fine line here. 

“Thank you.” She said, muffled by his shirt. She stayed there for a little bit before pulling out, Harry’s hand lifting to wipe away a few tear stains from her cheeks and smiling when she leaned into his palm. His heart skipped a few beats as he watched her eyes close, relaxing into his touch. God, if she was his he’d plant kisses all over her face and get those giggles back. He’d do anything in his power to make sure the only tears she cried were from pleasure. How could someone be so stupid? “I missed you. Is that weird to say?”

It had only been a few days since she left but she’d missed him quite a bit. Sleeping with him for two days, her own bed had never felt more cold. Never felt less comfortable. There was no knit throw at the bottom of her bed to throw over her shoulders as she made her way downstairs to see him making some sort of breakfast for her. There was no anticipation on what he may ask from her next, if he’d ask her to get on her knees and make him cum. It had only been the first few days and yet she felt addicted to his touch, how he made her feel. 

His smile was warm, thumbing over her cheek as he shook his head. “It’s not weird to say, Pet.” He mumbled, watching her breathing hitch. He’d missed her too. He wanted her back in his bed, back in his kitchen. It had been a tiny hint of what could be and his brain couldn’t stop thinking about if they’d had a proper shot. If he could take her on as not only a full time sub, but as his girl. If she’d sit pretty waiting at home for him when he went out, if she’d follow him around the house like a pup like she had the last day he had her like she was aching for any sort of pet or scratch. “Only two more nights and you’ll be back with me though, hm? Coming right t’my place after you're finished with work?”

“Mhm.” She nodded, eyes wide as she looked up at him. There it was again. That shift, so subtle in his tone but the energy could be felt between them. “I’ll come right to you, I promise.” 

“I know you will, Pet. You’ve already proven you’re my good girl.” His voice was soft as he felt her lean further into him, watching as she nearly melted at the term of endearment. Y/N was just so fucking sweet, he was going to get a toothache. “You’ve been behaving, hm? Not touching yourself like I asked?” 

“Promise.” She whispered. “I was sore for the first day and- and then I remembered what you promised me if I listened. It’s been hard because…” Her face flushed. “Because I keep remembering what we did and how good it felt and then I get all worked up but… I want t’be good for you, sir.” Her voice was soft so it could be kept between them, but Harry knew he was starting something dangerous. His cock twitched in interest as he looked at her slightly wet lips, remembering how he’d felt slipping between them. How she’d been so needy, wanting to take him all the way inside of her throat. 

“I believe you, Puppy.” He chuckled under his breath. “But I hope you know you aren’t the only one who’s been thinking about it. Not only about how good it is, but how many other things I want to do t’you. Just got a bit of a taste for it and my mind’s already running rampant with filth.” He moved his touch to her lip, brushing over the bottom as he let out a sigh. He wanted to hear her cum for him again. Wanted to feel her clench around him, smell her scent on him as he went back home. “So if I tell you t’go to the restroom and wait for me, you’ll be a good little Puppy and do it?”

Her heart rate picked up as she picked up what he was laying out. Oh, god. She hadn’t expected to do anything like this today but she’d never deny him. Maybe that would be a fault of hers later on down the line but there was no way she could say no to him or his touch. “I’ll go right now.” She nodded, standing up on shaky legs the moment his touch fell away. Grabbing her bag, she placed it over her shoulder and walked briskly towards the bathroom, feeling herself heat between her legs as she did so. 

Public play and risky touch was something she’d wanted to experiment with and she was sure Harry remembered that too. It amazed her how much he paid attention to detail and how thoughtful he really was, all things considered. Her legs felt shaky as she stood at the mirror, waiting in anticipation for the man who’d been taking up the majority of her mind the whole week. It had been near constant thought of him when she hadn’t been texting him, talking to him more frequently than her own official boyfriend- but she was more connected with Harry than him at this point in time. She winced at the thought of not being with him in the future, but she never allowed herself to think of the fact that her and Harry had an ending date, even if neither of them knew it. 

The focus now was pleasure. 

Her body jumped as the bathroom door swung open, the man confidently striding in and pointing towards the biggest stall. Wordlessly she nodded, following the unspoken instruction to get in there. 

It moved a bit quickly after that, or maybe her head was just fuzzy from the dominance leaking off of the man. His large hand gripping her jaw and tilting it up so he could kiss her the way he wanted, tasting him on her tongue with a soft moan as he pressed his other hand against her ass and began to ride her dress up. 

“Did it on purpose, didn’t you?” He growled, tugging it up until her ass was exposed to the open air. Her thong was doing her little favors as his hand came down in a sharp smack, making her whimper against his lips as his fingers dug into the stinging flesh. “Wore a cocktease of a dress yet again so I’d take you in here and make you cum. Puppy wants t’be a whore for me?” He pulled their lips apart so she could properly answer. 

“I-I didn’t mean to, but I want you, Sir.” She blinked up at him with hazy eyes, gasping when his hand swatted the other side of her ass. 

“Didn’t even wait for the bruising to go all the way away before you got a hand on that pretty ass again. You’re filthy.” He clicked his tongue, holding on to the heated skin as he laid another kiss on her lips. “What’s your color, Puppy? Can I play with you in here?” 

“Green, so green. I promise.” She swallowed, near close to begging. “I- I want to try this, anything you give me. I’ll be good, I’ll do ask you ask. I missed you, Sir.” Her insistence obviously did something to the man, his features softening slightly at her words. 

“I missed you too, sweet thing. M’not gonna give you my cock today because m’gonna keep myself at the edge this whole week. We’re having plenty of fun this weekend… but since you’ve been such a good little plaything for me and listen so fucking well, m’gonna let you cum on my fingers. A little reward.” He pecked her sticky lips again, releasing her ass to slide his fingers towards the front. “Is that good enough for you, Pet?” 

“Mhm, anything Sir, Anything- Oh.” She gasped as her panties were tugged roughly to the side, his digits sliding through her slit and making her breathing catch in her throat. The moment he got her hands on her she knew she was turned into mush, pathetic and wet, but Harry seemed to enjoy it. 

“I know. You’ll take anything I give you, not like y’have much of a choice. I’m in charge of you and your greedy holes.” He whispered, thumbing over her clit. “Got so fucking wet in such a little amount of time. Or did you get worked up just by the sight of me?” He theorized correctly. “Remembered what we did the last time we were together, how good my cock fucked you out… Is that what happened?” His words were taunting, slightly condescending as she rolled her hips into his hand. He’d pushed her back against the wall, the cool brick making her shiver slightly- but nothing could compare to the heat he was making her feel. 

“Mhm, I-I couldn’t help it.” She felt like her tongue was twisting as it usually did when she fell further into this headspace. “I always think about how good you make me feel, Sir. It’s so amazing.” Her voice slurred slightly as he pushed the first finger inside of her. 

“I know, sweetheart. It is amazing, how your body turns you into the filthiest whore I’ve ever met the moment I walk into a room.” He sighed, slipping knuckle deep inside of her as she squirmed. “God, got such a greedy cunt too. Sucking my finger right in. Know it’s been hard for you to keep those dirty hands off, but your cunt belongs t’me now. M’so glad you’ve kept enough smarts even when you’re horny and gagging for it t’know that I’m the only one who gets to touch.” Harry loved knowing that, actually. She had given herself over to him and made it so he was the one in charge of her orgasms, he was the one who was going to make her feel good and no one else. Y/N had slipped into being a sub for him so easily he had to wonder how she hadn’t ventured into it earlier. She was a natural. 

He watched her eyes flutter shut as he slipped his grip from her jaw down to her throat. He didn’t squeeze quite yet, instead holding her as a form of ownership. If only she knew she owned him just as much. “I’ve been thinking about it too, pretty pet. Been thinking about how much m’looking forward to taking you to the club this weekend and showing you off, how lucky I am to get t’train such a perfect little sub. You’ve been incredible, y’know that?” Slipping some praise in there had her cunt quivering around his finger, making his smirk grow. 

“Oh, Puppy likes being called good. I knew that, but how are you going to feel with all those people watching you prove it? Gonna make them so jealous that you’re so good for me, that you take my cock so well.” Harry purred the words out, rubbing his cock up against her hip as he entered another finger into her sopping cunt. She was drippy and slick, just the way he liked it. It was a shame he was a glutton for his own punishment, but he knew that his orgasm this week was going to be fucking incredible. 

“Sir…” Y/N didn’t even know what she wanted to say, her mouth opening and closing as he curled his fingers right into the spot she needed. It was almost embarrassing how quickly she was coming to an end but she had figured out that he liked that. Harry loved giving her pleasure and making her orgasm, so he was pleased. 

“I know, my needy pup.” My, my, my. Y/N’s brain focused on that claiming title, making her whimper. “I know, you’re gonna cum all over my fingers like the perfect slut you are. M’obsessed with this cunt, you know that?” He laid on some more compliments. “Perfect for my cock, so snug and hot… gets sopping wet just for me.  Love the messes you make. If we had more time I’d slip myself into you and use your cunt to make myself cum, let you walk out of here with my spunk dribbling down your leg. And you’d love it because you love everything I give you.” His fingers applied some pressure on the sides of her neck, giving that headrush she’d been craving ever since she got it last. 

“Yes, yes, yes, yes- anything.” She babbled, eyes watering as his fingers nailed right into the spot and the heel of his palm smacked against her clit. It was only a moment later that the door opened and someone obviously on the phone came in, making her eyes widen. Harry instead, though, shook his head. 

“Keep fucking quiet and cum.” He whispered into her ear. “Don’t want the nice woman to know you’re being finger fucked in this stall, do you?” He nuzzled his nose against her cheek. “C’mon, sweet pup. You can do it, be nice and quiet for me. If she listens close enough she’ll be able to hear how wet your cunt is around my fingers, we don’t want that do we?” His taunts were pushing her up and up… 

Harry felt drunk in this moment, overly smug and in power. Y/N was loving every single bit of this as she clung to him, her arm over his shoulder keeping her from falling down on weak knees. He could see on her face how close she was, her eyes watering slightly as he kept the same pace up. It had been ages since he’d indulged in anything like this, let alone with someone so deliciously reactive to him, and he felt an addiction begin to grow as he felt her tighten around his fingers. 

“There we go, you’re right there. Cum for me, baby.” He coaxed, groaning quietly against her skin as he felt her let go. The gush around his fingers, her body trembling as he moved to cover her mouth with his own and the nails digging into his shoulder as she squirmed in his hold. 

The sink went on, the woman still on the phone as she washed her hands and the sound of the automatic paper towel dispenser rang throat the bathroom as he kept his grip on her throat, waiting patiently for the door to close before he released her. A shaky, loud inhale sounded in the echoing room, Harry pulling her into his body as his finger slowly pulled from her cunt. 

“There she is… You did so fucking good, angel.” He whispered, rubbing the back of her neck as he let her recover. “You’re so amazing,y’know that? Kept so quiet for me. Bet that felt so good, didn’t it?” He pulled back to look at her face, cooing at the fucked out look on it. The pride he felt for being the one to put that look on her was filling his chest. It was an honor that she allowed him to do this sort of stuff to her, that she placed all her trust in him to make sure she was safe and felt good. It wasn’t something he took lightly despite the teasing he could give her while in it.

“So good.” She whispered, her head thudding against his chest. He let out a laugh as she lifted her other arm, wrapping it around his shoulders and leaned into him which he fully allowed. Hugging after such a filthy thing was something she would have prior assumed would be awkward, but it wasn’t in the slightest. She felt safe. Cared for. His hand running over her back as he held her, whispering praises. “That was amazing. I… I always wanted to do something like that.” 

Harry remembered that. His lips pecked over her hair, letting her regain strength from her orgasm before moving to grab a bit of tissue. “I remembered. I told you I wanted t’give you all the things I could.” Gently he wiped her clean, apologizing when she winced in sensitivity. “M’sorry, sweetheart. Got to clean you up.” He had to make sure she was good. “M’gonna leave you in here while I wash my hands and I want you to use the bathroom, yeah? Need to be safe.” It was better for her to use it now that to wait. 

“Kay.” She sighed, not thinking twice before leaning up on her toes and pressing a kiss to his lips. When she pulled back she froze, blinking with wide eyes as she looked up at him. “Oh, shit. Is that okay? I’m sorry, I didn’t think about it. I don’t know if you want to keep that just in scenes or if you wanted me to-”

Lips cut her off. A deeper kiss was pressed to her mouth, answering her question for her before he even pulled off. “Don’t overthink it. You can do that whenever you want.” He mumbled, wiping the corner of her lip for her. 

While washing his hands Harry knew that he should have made a boundary there. They shouldn’t be kissing outside of scenes, they shouldn’t have this casual affection, but he would be damned if he ever rejected her in that way when he craved it just as bad. Perhaps allowing that sort of thing was setting themselves up for a world of hurt, but Harry couldn't find it in himself to care. Y/N wasn’t getting what she needed from the very man who pushed her into his arms to be an experiment for her. It wasn’t his fault that they had overwhelming chemistry. 

He already had a hard time denying her. Y/N had quickly become his weakness, one he hadn’t expected. But when being with someone felt this good, it was hard to imagine it being anything but right. 

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Illumi sex pollen for kinktober plz

Kinktober 2023

Illumi: sex pollen

Illumi found himself hidden beneath the earth's surface on Zevil Island as one of the contestants in a brutal and secretive Hunter Exam. The island was notorious for its treacherous terrain, deadly creatures, and the constant threat of betrayal from fellow participants.

He had been resting for who knows how long after he collected the other badge he needed. His slumber was disturbed by loud groaning and someone rolling around outside his hole. Digging himself out to peek and take a glance at the menace, he sees you, another contestant. He saw your face was flushed red and almost in pain, but there were no signs of injuries as you stayed rolled up in a fetal position.

Feeling someone stare at you, you open your eyes. The sight of a strange man staring back at you from just a few feet away scared you making you get up from your fetal position. You barely knew this man yet for someone reason your body was screaming for his help. "H-hey I'm y/n. I've got all the badges I need so p-please don't hurt me. I got into a scuffle with some pharmacist contestant and he injected something into me. And now I really don't feel good."

Illumi stares at you blankly before he starts to dig himself into his hole. "H-HEY! Wait please." You felt so pathetic asking a random man for help, but you need to. "I need help. I may die before the round ends." Illumi usually doesn't care, but he figured if you don't stop making noises he can't get any sleep. Or worse someone may come to this spot and find him. That would be a nuisance.

He gets out of his hole completely and walks towards you, "Where are you in pain?" he asks with his head slightly cocked. You feel like nothing under his gaze. So insignificant. Yet, it's kinda pleasing to you. "M-my body is burning up."

You shut your eyes and hold onto your stomach as another wave of heat washes over you. "Hmm", he walks towards you and puts a hand upto your forehead. You realized it the. You were craving for his touch. Just anyone's touch. That pharmacist must've injected an aphrodisiac into you.

"f-fuck" you whimper. Illumi sees your thighs quiver and your eyes shut from a simple touch. He too realizes what you have been exposed to. Feeling a bit bored on this island he decides to use this situation as a little time pass.

Illumi drags his fingers slowly hand from your forehead down your chin, neck then reaches your chest. He pushes you back making your back hit a tree. You squeeze your thighs together in anticipation. One of his hands is on the tree caging you in, the other trails along your thigh, feeling along the softness of your skin. Feeling his skin along your thigh made you shiver with arousal. You trembled and exhale shakily as he gripped the fat of your thigh, his hand trailing along the soft skin of your inner thigh and teasing you with his fingers.

His fingers easily access your panties under your skirt and he pulls your panties to the side. You let out a gasp as you felt a finger prod at your clit. You whine out shakily as you felt him plunge his digits into your cunt, a shaky breath leaving you as you felt his fingertips kiss your g-spot. "Needy little thing aren't you." Illumi makes a passing comment while his eyes stay fixated on your face.

You moan loudly under his gaze. His long, slender fingers that rut into you, hitting your g-spot. "Y-yes it feels so good. I need to cum please. Please please." you say in desperation as you burn up. Illumi brings his other hand to pick up one of your legs and get it to wrap around his waist. He pulls up your skirt allowing him full view of your dripping pussy.

He uses this freed hand to play with your clit while the other continues to go inside you fast and hard. You cry out, eyes screwed closed, hips shoving forward. Finally as your moans grow louder with the build up in your stomach, you cum hard on his fingers. He lightly supports you as you are weak from the pollen. After coming down from your high you thank him. He keeps quiet, but something in his eyes suggests that he enjoyed watching you get off on his fingers.

Your pollen, admin sar

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Just A Moment | Choi San

Pairing: Choi San x reader 

Genre: comfort fluff

AU: idol!au | established relationship

Wordcount: 775

Summary: Life’s not on your side lately, and you just need a moment of peace. 

Warnings: Just sickening amounts of fluff and talks of life just sucking but nothing really mentioned. 

Rating: PG15 just to be safe.

AN: Uh, yes. Hello. I said I’d never write more than BTS and Seventeen and ONE single Yeonjun fic. But I have soft feelings after seeing San sleeping with a body pillow and being all cuddly with anyone he can cuddle with. This is for my beautiful @baljinciaga who I felt like could use some San cuddles lately. I love you, bby. I hope you like it. And thank you to @classicscreations for the banner/divider. Unedited bc I'm lazy. 

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It’s too late to be here, but you’ve been on edge all day and just need to see him. You don’t care if you get into trouble. You sent a text to Wooyoung asking if it was possible to get into the dorms and he was more than willing to help.

“Thank you, Woo. I promise I’ll be out early.” your voice waivers a little as you quietly follow the boy into the shared apartment. 

“You can stay as long as you want, y/n. You know we don’t mind. I know San would prefer it, too.” you both smile, but yours doesn’t meet your eyes as you cast them down to the floor. Wooyoung tilts his head to the side, eyebrows pinched together, as he whispers now that you’re in the apartment, “but…I feel like I gotta ask, y/n. Is everything okay?”

“Uhh,” you pause, kicking your shoes off and dropping your stuff on the kitchen counter, “I don’t actually know how to answer that? It’s just…I will be okay. Just…right now, I need him.” Wooyoung says nothing more, giving you a quick, but tight, hug, kissing your head, and heading to his own room after wishing you a goodnight. You nod as he leaves, turning to walk down the opposite hallway, towards where your heart’s been craving to be all week. 

You crack the door open as slowly as you can, trying to make as little noise as possible. The room is dark, only lit by the television that he never remembers to turn off before he falls asleep. 

Your heart wants to burst from the sight of him curled up on his side, clutching a body pillow like a lifeline. His cheek is squished against the pillow and he looks so soft and innocent in comparison to when he’s on stage being what you deemed “an absolute demon”. As much as you love him on stage, there’s nothing better than your soft and loving Choi San. 

“San?” you whisper, softly closing the door behind you. He doesn’t respond as you take your jeans off, haphazardly folding them and setting them on a chair. You grab one of his shirts that’s easily accessible and remove your own shirt, doing the same as you did with the jeans and throwing on his shirt instead. 

“San, baby?” you try again, just a little louder as you crawl into his bed and under the covers, slotting yourself on your side facing him. His arm instinctively reaches around you, pulling you close. Your arm wraps around his back, hand cradling the back of his head to tuck him under your head like you’ve done a million times. His legs find their way between yours, entangling them together. 

It takes another minute before he finally hums, inhaling your scent, and pulling his head back as he opens his eyes.

“y/n? What are you doing here?” God, his sleepy voice is way more attractive than anything in the world. You smile, pushing his hair back to kiss his forehead. 

“Wooyoung let me in. I know I’m not supposed to be here, but…” your smile fades, letting your hand slide down from his hair to cup the side of his face not against the pillow, thumb soothing over his cheekbone, “I just needed a moment with you.” 

“Did something happen?” He’s waking up a little bit more now, growing more and more concerned with every second your expression grows more and more sad. “What happened, baby?”

“Nothing,” your voice reduces to a soft squeak, “I just feel like nothing is going right and just everything sucks and…I miss you.”

“Oh, baby. I’m sorry.” 

“Nothing to be sorry for, San. Your job is your job. I know what I signed up for. Whatever this feeling is that has me so on edge is the problem. But, I can feel it lessening now that I’m here.” You don’t miss the way he grins, pulling you impossibly closer, even with the body pillow between you two. 

“Then you stay here as long as you need to, baby. Stay for as many hours, as many days, weeks, months. Stay forever if it means keeping a smile on your face.” 

“We both know that’s not possible, but I like the idea of it.” You smirk, shifting to a more comfortable position. 

“One day, baby. One day.” his words trail off as he falls back asleep rather quickly and you have the hold back on the giggle you want to make. You give his forehead another kiss as you feel yourself drifting off to sleep, finally feeling a small jolt of happiness and contentment.

Everyone deserves San cuddles. 💜💜

[friendship-ditch]

Whumptober Day 18 - Revenge

Eowyn x Fem!Reader ✼

Summary: Eowyn seeks revenge on the man who kept her in darkness for so long.

Warnings/Notes: Death, murder, blood, concussions, mentioned abuse, yeah...

Word Count: 2749

  “How far is Isengard from Rohan?” Eowyn’s voice sounded from across the room. She was speaking to Aragorn with a calm smile on her face. “By horseback, I mean.”

  Aragorn took no notice of the look in her eyes. As far as he knew, the gleam in them was because her uncle's health had been restored and Rohan was no longer under the clutches of Saruman. “A few days, depending on where you approach it from.”

  Eowyn caught your eye as she thanked Aragorn, then turned and left, clearly waiting for you to follow. She was still dressed in her black dress for Theodred's funeral, hair done in a crown around her fair head.

  When you caught up with Eowyn she was in the armory packing a bag. You stopped. “I fear to ask your plan.”

  “Do not fear, Y/N. I’ve thought this plan well through. I would almost call it flawless.” There was an almost wild hunger in her gaze as she stuffed a few knives and such into her bag. Her head swiveled in your direction to read your reaction, then she added: “And I’d like for you to come along.”

  “Not until you tell me what horrible idea is festering in your mind.”

  “Very well.” Eowyn turned fully from the bag. “With Grima Wormtongue gone… I sense a new beginning for Rohan, a strength we have not harbored for years. But I cannot ignore the voice in my heart that claims it was the wrong choice to let that foul man go. If I had been in Aragorn’s place, or my uncles, I would have sliced his head clean off for the years of grief he has caused us.” 

  Her voice took on a deeper tone, something you’d never heard from her. It almost scared you in a way. Eowyn was one to set her mind to something and die doing it rather than give up, but never before had she had a plan as dark as this. 

  With her uncle… sick and brother often busy, Grima had far too much access to Eowyn, whenever he wanted. She never truly spoke of you if the things he said or did but you knew they were not good. Multiple times you had found Eowyn wondering if it was worth to live another day, claiming Grima showed her she truly did not matter.

  As insane as the plan was, the more and more you recalled of what that sorry excuse for a man did to her, you slowly began to vision him dead as well. 

  Eowyn watched your thought process as though it was written on paper. When your gaze finally met hers, she smiled. “I knew you would agree.”

  “I’m not—…”

  “He hurt me, Y/N.” Eowyn’s hands found yours, fingers slender and shaky, clutching you tight. “He hurt me. He messed with me. He deceived me to believe the last of the light in the world flickered out beneath my hands. He spoke to me of things I dare not share for the burden would break you.” Her voice lowered to a whisper, expression wild and desperate. “He has held power over me for too long. He may be gone but to me he is not. I need to end him. I need to hear him scream, to feel him thrash as my blade—.” Eowyn’s cry cut short as she realized all she had just told you.

  You stared at her wide eyed. You had no idea Eowyn was so… violent and feral, but oddly enough her passion easily convinced you. You wanted to see her sink the blade through his darkened clothing and watch his pale skin fully whiten.

  You squeezed Eowyn’s hands tight and planted a firm kiss to her forehead. “If that is what you wish, then I will see to it.”

  And that’s how the two of you ended up on horseback, sneaking out during the late of night. Despite being a man of Rohan, Grima was not a skilled horseman so he would not have gotten far. You and Eowyn mounted the fastest steeds you could and set off on his trail underneath the cover of darkness. If luck was true, you would find your target come sunrise.

  You rode all night, letting Eowyn lead. She’d stuffed the saddlebags with weapons and such, sword at a reachable place in case of the worst. You were the one that packed other supplies, one saddlebag full of food and the other of medical supplies.

  As the sun slowly began to peek over the mountains, Eowyn slowed to a stop. She held a hand out for you to do the same as she pointed to some recent hoof prints in the ground. The tracks led to the edge of the forest where some bushes were pushed aside to make a temporary entrance.

  “What a fool.” Eowyn spat as the two of you quietly rode to the entrance into the woods. “Grima was never one for the woods… I would lose no sleep over him being eaten by a bear, though I would rather it be at my hands he takes his last breath.”

  You dismounted carefully and tied your horse to a tree at the edge of the woods. Hopefully the two of you could get in there, end him, and leave without much turmoil. 

  “I do not think he expected to be followed.” You grabbed your sword and a dagger from Eowyn. Once ready, she joined you at the messy trail. You both grabbed bits and pieces of armor for the vital areas, chest, arms and head, though the majority was disguised under the black cloaks you nicked.

  “He won’t expect much else…” Eowyn glanced at you, that feral look returning to her shadowed green eyes, barely visible from her helmet. She took a deep breath and then entered the woods. You followed.

  It didn’t take you very long to locate Grima. 

  He had made camp near a creek, an abandoned little fire pit sat near his horse whose ears flicked your direction. Then your eyes fell upon him.

  The black shape was beneath one of the trees, moving, but not much. Grima was awake and eating, foul rotten teeth digging into whatever creature he skewered. 

  Before you even realized what was going on, Eowyn was making her way over. You did the same, stepping nimbly over the forest floor until you could easily flank him from the other side.

  Eowyn flashed you a look as though she was appalled someone could be so unaware. Then she drew her sword. 

  The metallic blade just barely made contact with Grima’s ragged cloak before he spun around with a sword of his own. The clang of the two swords was loud enough to wake the whole woods.

  Grima swung wildly. He’d been trained in battle far longer than Eowyn had but beneath the hand of Sauron his attention fell to other things. Eowyn matched his unplanned swings with some of her own, blocking his attacks but being unable to get one in herself.

  You sprang into action once he got close enough, catching him off guard and getting a lash in across his back.

  Grima roared in pain and swung clumsily at you as though he was a bear handed a sword. Eowyn lunged at him while he was distracted and her blade came away bloody.

  It wasn’t long until the two of you had pinned him down. Eowyn’s knee was on his chest, sword to his neck. You had a foot on his torso and blade aimed for his stomach. You wanted the glory of his death to fall to Eowyn but if something went wrong, he wouldn’t escape.

  “I will suffer your abuse no longer.” Eowyn growled. She tore her helmet off, golden hair cascading down her back in waves. “My king may have set you free, but he will never know what will happen to you. Nobody will. Your body will be left to rot and bones forgotten in time until your name is nothing but a curse of Rohan’s past.”

  Grima’s eyes widened when he realized who he was up against, but his fear slowed to a choked laugh. The cold blade at his neck pressed closer to his skin, almost making him wheeze.

  “Oh, Eowyn… you truly have fallen to the darkness.” He rasped mockingly. “White Lady of Rohan… if only they knew how darkened your heart has become. You rope your loved ones into foolish plans to take lives.” His eyes flicked to you, then back to her. “What happened to that innocent, beautiful, young girl you once were?”

  “It was at your hands she died.” Eowyn drew blood from his neck, only a soft dribble, but the look in her eyes warned of more. “And it is at my hands you will do the same.”

  “What would your uncle think? His sweet little girl, now a vicious murderer of one of his closest advisors.”

  “You are as valued by him as mouse droppings. He will not care if you are dead.”

  “But you will. Are you truly ready to live with my death at your fault?” Grima squirmed a little beneath her as though trying to escape. You pressed your foot further down on him. He winced. “You are darkened and you are weak… this moment will haunt your nightmares as long as you live.”

  In the split second Eowyn hesitated, Grima swung his foot up. He landed a kick on her side at the cost of a deep cut from your blade. If he was going to go down it would not be without a fight. Now that he was halfway free he lashed out again, knocking Eowyn to the ground with a punch. She smacked her head on a rock with a cry, going limp.

  You swung your sword, cutting the back of his cloak clean off and drawing another spurt of blood, but Grima paid the wound no notice. He’d drawn his own sword and met yours. A battle ensued but no matter how hard you tried to could not get to him. Whether he truly was skilled or if it was the adrenaline you weren’t sure, but it was almost a hopeless fight for you.

  Dizzy from the blow to the head, Eowyn slowly stumbled to her feet. Her ears were ringing, one bleeding. She tried to grab her sword but the world was moving beneath her feet.

  You tried to get to Eowyn but Grima cut you off, finally knocking you onto your back. He pinned you to the ground this time and raised his sword to stab you in the chest…

  but his blade never met your skin.

  With her dagger, Eowyn had managed to get to her feet and stab him right through the back. The cold metal pierced his skin all the way to the front until you could see the bloody tip.

  The only noise Grima made was a sort of gasp. He stood only moments longer before his body gave out and he fell to the ground.

  Eowyn dropped the dagger, head spinning faster now. Her feet were glued to the earth beneath her feet and her knees buckled but you caught her just in time.

  “Oh, Eowyn…” You quickly lowered her to the ground, turning her head. Her blonde hair was sticky and matted with blood, her cheek red from scrapes. The feral look in her eyes flashed only a moment longer before being replaced with tears of horror and rapidly paling skin.

  Whether it was from a concussion or the simple horror of it all, you weren’t sure, but Eowyn spent the next 30 seconds being violently sick before falling back into your arms, oddly silent.

  “Hey, hey…” You sort of lowered her onto the ground, her upper body against yours as she trembled. Her eyes were open though a little glazed. She slowly looked up at you.

  “It hurts…” Eowyn whispered.

  “Your head?”

  “Yes…” Weakly, Eowyn tried to sit up. It took a few attempts and she batted at her face, rubbing her eyes. “It all hurts.”

  You sighed heavily and pulled her close. Her forehead was warm against your cheek. Your eyes fell upon the slumped and bloody heap that was once Grima Wormtongue, the foulest man in all of Rohan. Now he was dead and the murderer was in your arms being cradled like a lost child.

  “Do you regret it?” You couldn’t stop the words from coming out.

  Eowyn followed your gaze to the corpse, then shook her head with a wince. “No… I don’t really feel much at all.”

  Her words were worrying, you’d expected her to be filled with either regret or relief, both of which would be slightly scary but better than this nothing that filled her heart.

  Eowyn waited a few seconds before speaking once more. “I want to go home.”

  “Home is a good idea.” You nodded in agreement, slowly helping Eowyn to her feet. You did what you could for the bloody gash on her head, cleaning it and applying some medicine but that was all you could do. After that you loaded her up on your horse and sat in front of her, having her cling to your waist so she had something to lean on.

  Halfway back to Edoras you felt her tears soak your shirt and you squeezed her wrist tight. She cried silently until falling into an uneasy sleep.

  By the time you returned the sun was once again setting and you were exhausted. You scrapped together a lie; you and Eowyn had gone hunting together–an idea that would get you into some trouble but not too much–and she’d fallen while chasing some game. You caught and killed a few pheasants and such to take back for evidence.

  The healers believed you enough to not question the lacerations across both of your skin and quickly did what they could to treat Eowyn’s head room, then sent the both of you to bed.

  You’d been ordered to return to your chambers but snuck into Eowyn’s. 

  She was laying in bed on her side, the uninjured side of her head against the pillow and eyes blankly staring at the wall. Though she stirred when she heard your footsteps, she said nothing.

  “Hey…” You murmured quietly as you slipped your shoes off and laid beside her. You hooked an arm around her waist, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her neck. “Feeling any better?”

  Eowyn didn’t reply. At first you’d worried she hit some vital part of her head earlier but then she finally cleared her throat and uttered a weak response. 

  “Do you think I’m… that I’ve fallen into darkness?” She rasped, clearly remembering what Grima had said whilst dying beneath her hands.

  You tightened your grip on her. “No. Any words that ever left that man's mouth were lies.”

  “What if he was right…?”

  “He wasn’t.” You assured her firmly. “You know what he did… he cornered you and then wormed under your skin. That must be why that was his name.” When Eowyn didn’t chuckle, you kissed the back of her head again. “I promise, love, you’re not dark or evil… you are light. You’re my light. You’re Rohan’s light.”

  “I killed a man of Rohan.”

  “You killed a man of Saruman. Of Sauron himself.” You squeezed her middle again. “I think that makes you a hero.”

  Eowyn didn’t say anything, but the slightest smile tinted her lips. You squeezed her again and nuzzled her neck.

  “Come on… aren’t you glad? You got to rid Rohan of an evil beast and got to use a sword. You’ve always wanted to use a sword.”

  “That’s true…”

  “It’s more fun than fighting me, right?”

  Eowyn’s smile grew into the softest chuckle and she nodded. “Yeah… I guess it is.”

  You squeezed her tight until she turned to face you, then kissed her forehead. “You’re an official warrior now. A savior of Rohan.”

  “Hush, you’ll give me an ego.” Eowyn protested though there was no heart in it. She giggled softly and then hugged you tight. “You helped.”

  “It was your plan.”

  “Well… we both did it.” 

  You were about to say something else when Eowyn cut you off with a quick kiss. Then she held you tight and buried her face into your neck. “Just hush and hold me… please.”

  “That, I can do.” You chuckled and squeezed her once more.

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Philip | Talk To Me | Romantic

Dialogue prompt: “Can you stop ignoring me?”

Requested: Yes

Your husband is in one of his rare sullen moods and is not keen on talking about it, so you make it your personal goal to pull him out of his own thoughts.

The sun is barely at its highest point when you make your way to Andrew’s flat, around one arm a basket full of sweet, ripe dates, the other occupied with holding up a wiggling two-year-old. Strands of (h/c) hair stick against your forehead as you navigate the streets of the village you’ve started to slowly grow accustomed to – although it’s not Betsaïda, it is nice nevertheless – and turn the corner to reach the place you’re currently staying at. With your hands full, you awkwardly kick the door in the hopes of calling the attention of Judas, who is currently preparing the pieces of cloth where the food has to be wrapped into. 

The keeper of the purse appears in the doorframe and gives you a worried look, until he realises that it is just you and he assists you at once. “Ah, shalom (Y/n), let me help you out.” 

He takes the basket from you and you feel Noam’s little nails tighten into your tunic at the sight of the man that is not a stranger, but not a friend yet either. The child is shy, but he is growing less attached to you like he had been in his first eighteen months of life. 

“Well, you’ve been working hard, I see.” you quip upon stepping into the warm space, where Judas has spread out several squares of cloth over the surface of the table. He plants his hands on his hips and nods. Carefully, you place Noam onto the floor, although he isn’t fond of having to stand on his own. 

“Yes, we can work efficiently this way. I’ll get a bowl so we can easily access the dates, and then we’ve got the bread right there, and we can tie them up with these pieces of str–”

Your fussy toddler pulls on your skirts and whimpers, calling for your attention right away. “Not now, darling. Eema has to prepare food packages for the homeless, okay? You can sit on my lap later.” You turn to Judas, “Right, that should be doable.”

Both you and Judas sit down and Noam crawls on the chair beside you with some assistance. Occupying the boy with a date that he promptly clenches into a tight fist, you start on wrapping up the fresh food into the cloth, tying them neatly at the top. It doesn’t take long for you to set a nice pace. 

“Noam is getting big, isn’t he?” Judas coos, “Before you know it, he’ll run all around Capernaum.” 

You blow a strand of hair from your face and give a small roll of your eye, smiling. “Oh, please, don’t remind me. I’m frightened enough as is. Can’t constantly think about how I’ll be managing him once we return to Betsaïda.”

“I’m certain you’ll be fine,” Judas comments, and you smile kindly, whispering a word of gratitude before the toddler calls for your attention again by tugging on your skirt, wiping the sticky residue of the date on the linen. 

Opening your mouth to speak, you prepare to reprimand Noam, but your son escapes said words as two men suddenly stumble into the flat without so much as a knock – the owner of the house itself, Andrew, is supporting your husband, who is clearly in pain. 

“Ah, welcome back!” Judas has the audacity to chime, as if it isn’t obvious that the love of your life is currently in great discomfort.

“At least someone is happy to see us.” Philip huffs, not yet taking notice of your presence.

“He is a different Philip right now,” Andrew comments.

With a rearing heart, you jump to your feet, both concerned and somewhat upset; you swallow the comment about how it had been a bad idea for them to return to the Decapolis to sort things out before you have a chance to make it. This is not the right time.

Philip flops into the chair that had been occupied by you a few moments prior and grunts in pain as Andrew sets him down, and you rush over to his side to check up on him. Just now, he registers that you are here in the room with him, and his face softens. “Shalom, love.” However, he does not smile.

“Hello,” you greet him, “What happened?” You put a hand on his shoulder as your gaze goes to his foot, where his big toe is bleeding terribly.

Your husband opens his mouth to speak, but Andrew interrupts by pointing at the table. “What are these?”

“Oh, (Y/n) and I were just making packages of food for the homeless. Little James said it was a Purim tradition.”

“Purim!” Andrew quips, “I had completely forgotten!” 

Something in Philip’s frame stiffens, in spite of your proximity. “How are we talking about Holidays right now?!” His voice sounds upset, and you immediately worry about what was going on, and how he ended up injured.

“What happened at the Decapolis?” Judas queries before you can ask that same question, and Philip sighs, closing his eyes. 

“Our teaching…” he sighs, “We made a mess.”

“And your toe?” you whisper.

Philip looks at you from the corner of his eye. “I wasn’t paying attention to the road, so I tripped and fell.”

Obviously restless, Andrew heads to the other side of the room. “We did not intentionally create a mess! We preached the words of our Rabbi, and some people took issue… Where is the vinegar?!” 

Judas answers: “Oh, it’s on the bottom table, to the right. I rearranged the bottles, the way you had them organised before was very inefficient.”

“The Decapolis is in full-scale meltdown and you’re over here rearranging cabinets.” your husband snaps. 

“How would he know?” Andrew replies sharply.

You squeeze Philip’s shoulder, and you are about to ask for further explanation, but Noam tugs on your arm to draw your attention. “Eema, hungry! I want grapes!” His gaze shifts, and only at this moment, the boy realises his father has returned, and his focus shifts to him. “Oh! Abba! Abba! Abba… Pain!” 

Philip sighs and nods at the boy, dragging a hand through the unkempt dark locks on top of his son’s head. He was due for a haircut. “Yes, little one. Abba hurt his foot, but I will be okay.”

Noam wraps his arms around one of your legs and rests his head against your thigh as Philip looks at you, Andrew showing up behind you to take care of the injury on his toe. 

“We need to discuss some things in private. Would you mind taking Noam outside for some food?”

There is a certain tone to his voice that you don’t like. “He already ate, he just wants a snack,” you comment, “And I would like to know what happened as well.”

“It is not good to hear for Noam.”

“He is too young to understand what you are talking about.”

“(Y/n)...” Philip slightly tilts his head. “Please, take our boy outside. I will not risk it.”

You let out a huff. “Fine,” you say, not satisfied with the outcome, “But you will tell me later, then.”

Philip hums and gives you a tight-lipped nod. “Of course.” Perhaps it is the exhaustion that makes him act like this, for you certainly do not recognise the kind of man sitting in front of you right now, so you don’t want to hold it against him. However, his icy demeanour makes your blood run cold. 

You scoop up the child and shift him onto your hip comfortably, greeting the men with a simple word of shalom. Before you leave, Philip quickly grabs your hand, squeezing your wrist. You press a swift kiss onto his forehead before rushing out, knowing that the men need their privacy, but feeling left out nevertheless.

_

The bed dips as Philip slides in next to you. Bleary-eyed, you turn to face him, torn violently from your slumber. “Philip?”

He shushes you, pressing a ticklish kiss to your temple. “It’s me, sweetheart. Go back to sleep.”

Your gaze shifts to the window, where the moon and stars have been out for hours. “What took you so long?”

“Nothing, my dear. Go back to sleep.” he repeats, insisting you to do so as he settles behind you, sighing against your neck. However, all sense of drowsiness leaves you in an instant. 

You roll onto your back, Philips arm draping itself around your waist, and you frown at him. “Philip, what happened at the Decapolis?”

The sigh that leaves him sounds almost miffed. “It’s not important, (Y/n). What matters is that I have returned home safely to you and Noam, hm?”

“Of course it is important!” Your voice is louder now, “As your wife, I deserve to know!”

Philip attempts to hush you. “Don’t speak too loudly, or you’ll wake Noam.”

“You promised to tell me.”

Your husband sighs and averts his gaze. “We went to the Decapolis, our story wasn’t really interpreted correctly by everyone, so there is some unrest going on there now. Andrew and I left again because we couldn’t do anything anymore, and now we are back. There you have it.”

Slightly squinting, you lean up on your elbows to properly look at him. “There is more to it, Phil. That cannot be the only reason why you’re acting like this. Where’s the man I married?”

“He’s right next to you, (Y/n).”

You huff. “Oh, please. I know you, and I can see that something is the matter. All I am asking of you is to talk to me. Can you stop ignoring me?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” he states, rolling over onto his other side, away from you. The noise that leaves your throat sounds indignant. “I’m tired, good night.”

You grit your teeth, wondering what to say next. With narrowed eyes, you look at the way his chest rises and falls under the covers, until it settles into a steady pace, indicating him to be asleep. With a sigh, you plop back down onto the bed, shifting away from him, trying to gather yourself before falling asleep. 

It proves harder than expected.

_ 

The scent of hamantaschen fills the air of Capernaum, but your chest feels tight in spite of it. With Noam playing at your feet, you stir the pot of food thoroughly lest its contents burn, and a knock on the doorframe startles you out of your concentration. 

“Shalom, (Y/n). Chag Purim sameach!” 

You turn and smile. “Oh, shalom Salome. Chag Purim sameach to you too.” The woman enters the house and places a basket of food onto the table, meant for the homeless. 

“Are you ready to hand out the food packages?”

You hum absentmindedly, and Salome’s smile falls. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” you tell her, but your eyes do not match your forced smile. The mother of your friends James and John shakes her head slightly. 

“I can see that something is bothering you–”

“Shalom, Salome. (Y/n).” Philip appears in the doorframe behind her, having returned from a trip to Andrew’s place. You give your husband a tight-lipped smile, which he returns, and Salome’s gaze shifts between you for a moment. 

Before you can open your mouth to speak and say that everything is okay, she walks over towards you – not to you, but to the boy at your feet – and lifts him up into her arms. Noam doesn’t seem to mind it, immediately tangling into her veil, smiling broadly at the attention. The boy is really growing out of his phase of wanting just you and nobody else.

Philip inhales to say something, but Salome points a finger at him. “I don’t think so. You two,” her index finger also goes to you, “You talk out whatever is going on, because this cannot continue. Just a minute in your presence tells me that there is unresolved tension that needs to be discussed. Philip and (Y/n), neither of you leave this kitchen before you’re on good terms again, and in the meantime, I will bring Noam with me to assist me in handing out the food packages to the homeless.” In her free hand, she takes the basket she had placed on the table and gives both of you another stern look before brushing out of the house, your son on her arm, not giving you any space to protest.

As soon as the door closes, you exhale shakily. Philip’s gaze is fixated on the floor as a few seconds of pregnant silence fill the space between you. “Listen, (Y/n), there is nothing that you need to be concerned about–”

A drop of soup falls onto the floor as you point your ladle at him. “I don’t buy that, Philip of Betsaïda. I hardly recognise you ever since you returned.”

“Sweetheart–”

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me until you are prepared to talk to me.”

Turning back to your soup, you attempt to continue preparing the food, but footsteps approaching you cause you to drop the spoon into the pot. Putting his hands on your upper arms, Philip whispers your name. 

“(Y/n), look at me.” Your form tenses and he squeezes your shoulders gently. “Please.”

You pivot, sighing before daring to look up at him, and his gaze contains something you cannot quite put a finger on. His eyes soften when you meet them and he exhales softly, attempting to find the right words. 

“I’m just scared, okay? I am absolutely terrified.”

You thickly swallow, your brow furrowing. “What do you mean?”

His hand slides up from your arm to your cheek, which he softly cradles. “The ministry is taking up so much of our time… I’ve missed so much of Noam’s development lately. I’m afraid that the ministry will drive us apart. At the Decapolis…” 

He pauses to take a deep breath, barely daring to look at you, but once you catch his gaze, you manage to hold it. 

“I’ve seen a fraction of what our ministry means. What it could mean, if things continue in the pace that it is going. What the Message that Jesus wants us to spread, about the Kingdom of Heaven, is capable of stirring within people, in the most negative sense of the word. I’ve witnessed what our future may look like. And I’m frightened I will lose you and our boy because of it. That you two will lose me, and that…” 

A tear slides down his cheek, and you let out a tiny noise, cupping his face. 

“Philip,” you murmur as his lips tremble whilst he attempts to fight unshed tears, your own eyes growing hot as well, “I love you, and Noam loves you. But most of all we love God, right? Adonai has always been our main priority. Ever since we met, we have established that time and time again, and it is part of the reason why I fell in love with you in the first place. Your passion for our God is wonderful.”

Philip gulps and chews the inside of his cheek. “I-I know, but that was before… Before this,” he puts a hand on your tummy, “Before Noam. Our son is now our priority, and…” The words die on his tongue when he sees you shake your head, and you smile, pressing your forehead against Philip’s.

“No, darling,” you say, “God is still our priority. Noam was a gift we received from Him, and we fully intend to raise him to be a Godly man, hm? The Lord cares for us, always, no matter what happens. Noam is a gift and his father is a student at the side of the Messiah Himself. When you told me you were to follow Him, my heart stuttered in delight. The ministry does not interfere with our family, Philip. It strengthens it.”

Your husband shows you a shiver of a smile, his eyes holding glittering adoration.

“Forgive me for my coldness, love. I just didn’t want to frighten you with the idea that you’ll lose me.”

“All is forgiven.” you reassure him, smiling, “I love you, Philip, and I love our son even more. But most of all I love Adonai. We will be alright.”

“I love you, too,” he breathes against your lips before kissing you sweetly, and you wrap your arms around his neck, smiling into it. 

“And Adonai?” you playfully question him.

Philip laughs, holding you by the waist. 

“Yes, I love Adonai even more.”

[sebsxphia]

Preacher!rhett’s voice getting deeper as he's giving a sermon because he sees your thighs closed :’)

￫ a/n: a short drabble for the ‘ptolemaea. | the verses.’ universe.

￫ c/w: mentions of sex, masturbation if you squint and fingering f!reader.

you always sat in the front.

from this position, you could watch with intent as preacher abbott enthralled and captured your town’s community with his soothing, southern drawl and vigorous enthusiasm.

on the flip side, this also meant that rhett had a complete and direct line of sight to you. he could watch as your eyes followed him around the room, how your chest heaved ever so slightly when he spoke the word of God he’d uttered to you only hours earlier and how you would squirm in your seat when he held his heavy gaze directly on you.

you hadn’t had rhett for some days now and the ever growing ache between your thighs was getting heated, due to you being under strict instructions not to touch yourself.

this particular sunday sermon wasn’t helping. you were in your usual front row seat and there was something about the way rhett looked and sounded today, that made your cunt throb.

his hair was slicked back, expect for one or two stray strands of hair falling over his forehead. the same way it would look when you had your legs bent over his shoulders. his shirt was tightly fitted with his sleeves rolled up to his forearms and displaying the protruding veins and thick arm hair. you wanted nothing more than to feel his large hand wrapped neatly around your throat. his voice was hoarse today and he spoke lowly, with his southern drawl still lingering after every word. you couldn’t help but wither in your seat and press your thighs once or twice together to try and relieve some of the dull ache from your throbbing clit.

rhett caught sight of this and as he took a breath, a small smirk quirked up on the corners of his mouth. it was delicious torture, for you both.

he continued speaking and as he flowed with the words, his voice got deeper. it was guttural, coming from deep within him and your mind was reeling towards memories of hearing that same guttural voice in your ear as he had you bent over his desk. no matter how many times you squeezed your thighs together, it did nothing to soothe yourself.

come the end of the sermon, there was a small sheen of sweat draped down the back of your neck and flush over your chest. you managed to painstakingly get through the next two hours after the sermon had finished, providing teas and coffees to the town.

but then it was time.

rhett gave you a curt nod from the other side of the room and you slinked away to his back office.

you opened the door and couldn’t see rhett sat in his chair as usual. as you closed the door behind you, the heavy weight of rhett pushed you against his door with a loud, thud! you let out a harsh squeal, but rhett was quick to place his large hand over your mouth. you caught sight of his face and he was grinning like the big, bad, wolf who had caught his prey.

“sweet lamb,” he cooed, his voice still dangerously low. “what happened? i could see you, squeezin’ those pretty thighs together.” rhett’s large hand covering your mouth moved to squeeze your jaw gently. his other slinked down over your stomach and rested teasingly under the hem of your dress. “i missed you, y’ know. haven’t had my angel for days. have y’ missed me too?”

you nodded and let out a small whine as he brushed his hand up higher to the apex of your thighs. “what will i find if i touch my pretty little pussy?”

rhett didn’t give you a chance to respond because you both knew what he would find. his slender index finger pushed up and past the hem line of your underwear and sunk deep into your cunt, the amount of your own arousal gaging him access too easily.

you couldn’t fight the wanton moan that escaped from your parted lips as you finally felt the euphoric release of your preacher touching you where you needed it most. rhett chuckled mockingly in response and pushed his finger knuckle deep, causing you to buck your hips and cry out.

“needy lil’ lamb. i enjoyed watchin�� you squirm in your seat earlier. lets see how long you can hold out for now, shall we? patience is a virtue, after all, my sweet lamb.”

[possessionisamyth]

Carlos won’t send nudes, and Leon respects that even if he does pout about it. But occasionally, Carlos will indulge Leon in some phone sex when one of them is away.

Carlos has plenty of toys to use and Leon loves hearing him, always makes him put the phone speaker down by his hole so he can hear how wet Carlos is.

“God, baby, please, wish I could see you, wish I was there, you sound so good, fuck –” Leon’s eyes are squeezed shut, picturing Carlos but it’s never as good as the real thing. He curses this stupid fucking mission for taking him away, all he wants right now is his cock in Carlos and his hands on his skin.

Carlos is a mess, fucking himself on two toys, and even though he himself isn’t very vocal the shlick, shlick, shlick sounds of the toys sliding in an out of him are plenty loud. 

They don’t have long, they never do with this type of thing, so soon enough they’re both spilling, Carlos onto the sheets beneath him and Leon onto his pants, as much as he tries to avoid it. (Carlos tries to keep from coming on his stomach when Leon isn’t there to clean it up, but some still gets on him and Leon has him collect what he can and suck it off his own fingers.)

They say their breathless goodbyes, and Carlos lays for a little bit longer before getting up to clean himself (it’s much less fun without Leon.)

When Leon does get home they’re both fucking insatiable. Once Leon has recovered enough he’s all over Carlos (he insisted on sucking Carlos off before he even rested, but Carlos made him wait to do anything else.) Pushing him against the wall, into the mattress, hands never leaving Carlos’s body. 

Carlos likes to struggle a bit, just to feel that Leon can actually overpower him, that he’s genuinely strong enough to manhandle him to where he wants. But eventually he goes pliant and moves easily, feeling so good he quite literally can’t think about pushing back.

If Leon wants to get fucked it has to be before he fucks Carlos, because once he has access to this mans hole he gets carried away immediately. That being said, Carlos loves fucking him, specifically in mating press so he can watch in awe at how easily Leon’s knees come up to his shoulders (his flexibility never stops making Carlos unreasonably horny.)

One of Leon’s favorite things is to fuck Carlos and come inside him before having Carlos sit on his face and eating him out. Leon eats ass like he’s starved and isn’t shy about how much Carlos’s smell turns him on.

They also have to work out separately if they actually want to get anything done, because the minute Leon smells the sweat and musk coming off of Carlos he cannot help himself. He spends an unreasonable amount of time (to Carlos, not him) just working his way down Carlos’s body, nuzzling his nose into anywhere he can and licking the sweat off his skin. He pays special attention to the hair on Carlos’s belly, rubbing his face into it with no shame.

Though they’re few and far between, sometimes Carlos lets Leon cockwarm him for long enough that they both fall asleep. Every time this happens, Leon wakes up to Carlos rocking his hips subconsciously, unable to resist even as he’s asleep. 

(this was less of a mini fic and more of a collection of thoughts based on yours, but I hope you enjoyed anyways!)

HI HELLO HELLO HI GOOD EVENING HELLO HI, ANON YOU AND I SHALL HAVE AN AUTUMN WEDDING-

Let me just return the favor (cracks my knuckles)

Leon's fingers slid through Carlos' hair moving his messy bangs from his forehead. "You're doing so good."

Carlos had one hand wrapped around the base of Leon's cock, pubic hair brushing into his pinky, with his lips stretched around the rest. The tip of Leon's cock teased the back of his throat testing the limit of his gag reflex. They hadn't started like this. They usually didn't when Carlos made it home after one of his ten hour flights, but he'd caught Leon lazily jerking off on the couch, and...well... The jetlag got him halfway asleep and sucking Leon's dick would definitely get him the rest of the way there.

Drool spilled down his chin as he bobbed his head meeting the closed circle of his fingers each time he went down. Carlos would like to take in more, but he knew his limits. If Leon fucked his throat as he was now things would get the bad kind of messy. A weak whimper left him at the soft caresses to his scalp, and he slipped his other hand under to roll Leon's balls in his hand.

Leon cursed, his fingers tightening in Carlos's hair. It didn't hurt, but it sent a shiver down his spine. He sucked around his mouthful. Precum coated his tongue. He wanted more. He really wanted more, but the risks outweighed the rewards. His own cock remained half hard and neglected in his pants. He'd take care of it later. Probably. It didn't matter. He was currently that special type of cock drunk where all he wanted was to taste the salt on Leon's skin and have cum fill his mouth.

Pulling off Leon's cock, Carlos worked both his hands to get Leon off. His hand worked fast, pressing his thumb under the head. He built up spit in his mouth before licking up the shaft of Leon's cock to use as makeshift lube. The slick sounds could barely be heard over the noise from the TV, but Carlos watched the muscles of Leon's stomach clench with anticipation.

"Fuck, fuck," Leon's hips thrust into Carlos' closed fist.

Aiming the head of Leon's cock towards his open mouth, Carlos stuck his tongue out and rubbed his other thumb into Leon's taint. A long groan left Leon's chewed pink lips. Thick ropes of cum dressed Carlos' tongue. His bottom lip. His chin. All until Leon stopped shaking and his ass fell back onto the couch. With a parting open mouthed kiss to the tip, Carlos tucked Leon back into his sweatpants and wiped his hand on his shirt. A shower sounded nice right now.

He was moving to stand up and get his suitcase when two hands grabbed his arms and pulled him onto the couch. Actually, less onto the couch and more on Leon who planted one hand on the back of Carlos' neck and the other on his ass. Carlos found his bottom lip sucked into Leon's mouth before they were kissing. The kiss didn't last long. A rushed meeting of lips and a moment later, Leon avidly licked his chin clean and was kissing down his jaw.

"Come on, man. I'm tired," Carlos said giving Leon's shoulder a light shove.

"You jumped me." Leon's nose pressed under Carlos' adams apple as his tongue flicked out to lick along the line of his neck.

"Yeah, and now I'm tired."

Leon sighed and pulled away giving Carlos a deadpanned stare. "Surely you know this means war."

"Instead of war, you can wake me up however you want tomorrow."

"However I want."

Carlos got out of Leon's grasp and headed down the hallway to their bedroom. His hand was on the doorknob before what he said registered, and he called out, "Within reason!"

"No, no, no. No takebacks! You said however I want," Leon replied.

Carlos rubbed a hand down his face. He really shouldn't make promises while working with two hours of sleep.

[sselroloc]

8, 13, 51, 58

8. Describe your crush

I haven't had a crush in a little under 2 years. I wrote about them as well when I got asked this question back then. I don't mind describing/talking about them again but in different ways since it's easy to do because I cherish and will forever be grateful for them. Besides, I feel as though I can go an eternity speaking about them. I just hope they don't get angry at me if they see this now that we're not as involved in each other's life anymore, which is okay, it still won't ever change my appreciation towards them. So if you see this and you think it's about you.. it probably is. If you're angry or uncomfortable about this and want this deleted, please let me know. Now that I have that disclosed:

They're awkward, dorky, adventurous, courageous, responsible, smart, witty, filled with both hilarious and awful jokes which makes them funny with this deadpan humor, and great sense of humor.

I miss their face; that beautiful smile that was as refreshing to look at as taking a breath fresh of air. Those eyes that are as breathtaking as every sunset. With that amazing frizzy and wavy chestnut hair. Their gaze was that of looking at a goddess; I sometimes wondered Bellona. It's like she knew/know just how out of this world she is/was.

I describe her as a warrior because she is that in my eyes. Yes, she has princess vibes, which is cute, BUT she's as fierce and gentle as the ocean( I think I shared that part with her). As difficult as it seems to truly see her the deeper you try to dive in, there's this side of her that wants and deserves to be taken care of because she's such a hard working woman and she deserves to feel safe, secured, and given all the reassurance, love, and those "it'll be alright" back rubs EVER and forehead kisses.

And that's just one small fraction of them. The thing that really matters more about them is way more admirable, inspiring, motivating, and enchanting.

I'm lucky or cursed (depending on how one reads this) that I grew to love them because of all of that who they were and more.

I think that's a good time to end it. I rambled too much haha 😊😊

Forever grateful for them.

13. Do you get jealous easily?

No. I usually know my place in someone's life and purposely put myself in this place where I know that I'm a friend, but I'm not a priority. Almost like a mutual, not friend friend. It's okay though. I understand that life is that way and I'm just glad to be a small part of anyone's life. Friendship wise, unless I'm told that I'm a priority but then I am being treated otherwise, I don't get jealous, I slowly and gracefully take a step back from that person's life. I'm not entitled to anyone or any friends, but I won't allow my friendship to be taken for granted. I won't ever show and give you that side of me again if you don't apologize and make things right with your actions.

Do I get jealous? No, but I do get hurt and readjust my place in your life.

51. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for?

My mom, 4 siblings, my 11 or 12 niblings. And at least two other people. Even when we're not on good terms, I'd be there for them.

58. What are five ways to win your heart?

1. Communicate with me: Be as blunt, honest, unfiltered with me about everything and nothing. What you want from me. What you expect from me. What I need to work on for you. Your needs. I know and I understand there will be off days or days where you or I will need space, but communicate that with me.

2. Make me a priority in your life: Involve me in your day to day life. Make me feel like I matter to you on a rare tier that not everyone gets access to because that's what you'll be for me as well. I might come off like I'm this positive person who's willing to be there for anyone, and in a way I would, but no one, and I MEAN no one will ever have my devotion, time, and dedication as my future partner will have. So just make me feel wanted. Needed. Be my reason in this fucked up world.

3. Pictures/Videos: share with me randomness of your life, days, and selfies because I will adore you and looking at you will be my serotonin boost in life.

4. Love languages: help me love you in the ways you want to be loved by me. Love me in the ways I need to be loved.

5. Romantic or beautiful intimate with me: it doesn't mean sex per se, but yes, we will have amazing, awkward, disgusting and hot sex. That being said, hold my hands, give me back rubs, play with my hair, rest your head on my shoulders so I can caress you, take naps with me, go on walks and fast food stops together, grocery shopping together, share with me your dreams and fears, tattoos if you have any, eat ice cream with me or anything at 3 in the morning when we can't sleep, introduce me to your favorite foods, snacks, movies/shows and vice versa. If we're in a LDR then that's okay we'll figure out ways to remain intimate and romantic with each other until I'm able to go visit you and we get to see each other and spend time together in person.

✨Thank you so much for the asks. I had fun answering them. I hope I made sense.✨

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[lipsticklens]

just a fun lil post for me. favorite places and ways to kiss all my lovers.

The Doctor: kissing each other on the forehead!! one hand on the back of the neck, one hand holding the other person (either on their arm or their hand). a firm, long kiss on the forehead. then maybe a little kiss on the nose.

Howard: an old-fashioned kiss on the lips, heehee... nothing fancy.

Lawrence: this is really more about where HE likes to kiss ME. he likes to kiss my stomach because he likes how shy and ticklish i get. he also likes to kiss up my ribs and chest because he likes how he can fluster me and make me blush.

Steve: he likes to kiss my neck, usually with mischievous intent. likes to tickle me while he does it. i like to kiss his temples because they're easily accessible, but his hips are my favorite. i like to trace over the bump of his hip bone with my nose and lips, whenever i get the chance.

Dante: we mostly kiss each other on the cheek, just out of convenience. i get to see his little smile too, that's a plus. but my real favorite is when i sneak up behind him and plant a big kiss on the back of his neck! he gets so surprised that he squeaks and stutters. <3

Duckie: ahhh all over his face!! sometimes i just grab his cheeks in both hands and don't let him go until i've kissed him senseless!!

Jack:

Mike: i love kissing his hands, all over them. laying on his chest, facing out, picking up his hand. starting with kissing the top, going over every knuckle and following the bones down to his wrist every time; then kissing every fingernail, feeling the buzz of raw talent just below the skin; turning his hand over and slowly kissing down each finger, paying special attention to the calluses on his pointer finger and thumb; finally nuzzling into his palm and blinking my lashes over the rest of his hand while i kisskisskisskiss!

Obi-Wan:

Crowley:

Layne:

[Meat Emoji]: we both like it right on the mouth, wet and sloppy and gross and mean!! not much else to be said. he dips me sometimes, but that's less a romantic gesture and more just him trying to eat me from the inside-out.

Val:

[Teapot Emoji]:

Maurice: i also like kissing his hands. it feels very intimate and reassuring. kissing his palms and the inside of his wrists, then bringing his hand up to cup my face. he would bring me up on my tiptoes so he could kiss me for real.

Frenchie:

Shigure:

Robin:

Akora:

Pete:

Rimmer:

Bancoran:

Mammon:

[Microphone Emoji]:

[Paws Emoji]:

[Dice Emoji]:

[Boxing Glove Emoji]:

[Anatomical Heart Emoji]:

[soggykookiesandcream]

ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ​ - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪᴠ

⚠️mentions of r@pe⚠️ careful if you're sensitive about it

Taehyung's POV (First timeline)

I teleport back to Yuna and see her peacefully sleeping on the bed. Slow breathing, rhythmic rising and falling of her chest. I walk to her slowly and sit on the bed. I move the hair out of her face. She looks beautiful. She looks exactly like my Yuna. She is my Yuna and she loves me... another version of me but still me. Isn't that enough? I am him but of another universe. I can just take her with me... She'll come, right? 

He'll put up a fight though. I'll have to eliminate him.

I let out a small chuckle and Yuna opens one of her eyes slowly, "Tae?"

I freeze as she sits up, "You're back so soon? I thought the meeting's gonna be all day with your partners?"

"I- It was," I reply, "I just wanted to be with you."

"Tae," she smiles shaking her head, "You need to pay attention to your business. I know you can build another one easily but we need to seem normal to others, okay? Do it so that we don't have others coming for our throats. Our kids need a normal childhood and not a crazy one where they can't be free and happy like other kids."

I gulp. I didn't know what to say, "I know, dear. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," she cups my cheeks, "You seem a little different? Are you alright?" She brings her hair up to tie it and I see the mark on her neck. It was fresh and I could see red marks all over her chest.

"I- I am," I reply, not taking my eyes off her chest.

"What are you looking at?" She pulls her shirt down revealing more of her chest and I gulp licking my lips. I look back into her eyes. I could see a mischievous glint in her eyes. She gets up kneeling on the bed in front of me, "You want something?" She grins.

I nod entranced by her. 

"What do you want?" She settles down onto my lap, "Tell me," she runs her finger down my jaw and neck sending chills down my spine. Is this what it feels like to be loved by her? Is this version of Taehyung enjoying all of this? I want this. I want her. I want his life. 

"Tell me," she wraps her arms around me and presses herself onto me. I groan and hold onto her hip. I could hold back anymore. She was irresistible.

"You," I cup her neck, "I want you."

She grins crashing her lips onto mine. I kiss her back and snake my arm around her waist, "Ugh, dear."

"Yes, baby," she giggles kissing down my neck.

"I love you," I breathe out. 

"I love you more," she grinds onto my hip. 

"Oh," I moan, "You're amazing."

"Am I?" She asks, "Show me."

"I will," I reply and flip us around kissing her passionately, "I missed you so much. I love you so much. I can't contain my desire for you."

She chuckles lifting her head up to give me more access to her neck, "You've been gone for like what? Two hours or so. Miss me already?"

Not me. You. You were gone for months. I thought you'd be gone forever or for a few years.

"So much," my voice comes out as a whisper as I deliver a light bite to her neck. 

"Show me you missed me," she moans thrusting her hips forward. I smirk and smash my lips against hers.

45 minutes later...

"I love you so much," I kiss her forehead and pull out of her. She doesn't reply but continues panting. I smile softly and bring the cover over her. 

"Are you- Are you not staying?" She asks propping herself up with her elbows.

"I need to get back to the meeting," I lie to her and walk into the bathroom. 

I couldn't afford to get caught by this Taehyung. I'll have to get rid of him and then replace him with myself. I smile thinking about the time I had with my dear and teleport. 

3rd person's POV (Taehyung from 2nd timeline)

"It was a really long meeting, Taehyung," one of his business partners sigh, "My back almost broke from sitting that much. I honestly thought we'd have breaks in between the meeting."

Taehyung chuckles, "I am sorry, sir. I thought we could just finish it off. We really new ideas out there."

"I know," he pats Taehyung's shoulder, "I'm gonna get a good back massage now. I really need it."

"You do, sir," Taehyung smiles and opens the car door for him, "I'll see you again."

"See you, Taehyung," the old man nods, "Tell your wife happy holidays from me."

"I will, sir," Taehyung bows and closes his door heading back into his office. The old Taehyung would not have done any of this. He wouldn't have spoken much to anyone nor walked his board members to their cars. He had humbled down so much. He was grateful to the universe and everything around him for having Yuna and his family. 

And it had indeed been a very long day for Taehyung. He had to listen and analyse about a hundred ideas from his employees for their upcoming company holiday expo. Taehyung wishes his secretary a good night a leaves to his car only to teleport the entire car back to his mansion. He steps out of his car with flowers for his wife. She loved roses... white ones specifically. He walks in impatient to meet his lovely wife. 

"Baby?" He calls for her softly walking up the stairs. He enters the room to find it empty but the smell of sweat and arousal hits him. "Did she touch herself?" He asks himself as he hears the shower going off in the bathroom. 

"Yuna? Baby?" He calls out as he knocks on the bathroom door. 

"Yes, Tae?" He hears his angel's voice from the inside. 

"You okay?" He asks feeling the relief that she was here.

"Yes, baby. Why?" She asks from the inside.

"Nothing," he replies looking at the bed. Was she so turned on that she had to touch herself? He couldn't get the scent of any other individual in the room so he was sure that she didn't cheat. 

Yuna opens the door and steps out in her towel, "You're home so fast."

"Fast?" Taehyung quirks a brow. Was she being sarcastic because she missed me?

"Yeah," Yuna replies as she dries her hair, "You just left an hour ago and you're already back. I thought you paused the meeting and then came back."

"What?" Taehyung asks, "Are you playing around with me?"

"No, baby," she giggles confusing him, "Don't you remember what we did when you came back? You were all like you miss me and stuff."

"I never came back home-" Taehyung says.

"Stop playing around," Yuna slaps Taehyung's arm lightly, "You came here and oh gosh, I can't even walk now."

"WHAT?" Taehyung yells, "I never came home, Yuna!"

"What do you mean you never came home?" Yuna furrows her brows.

"I was at the company," he sighs, "the entire day till the meeting was over. We didn't even take any breaks."

"Wha- What do you mean?" Yuna asks, stuttering. If he never came home, then who was that?

"I was the company," Taehyung repeats, "Did you touch yourself in here? I can smell your arousal."

"No- I didn't touch myself," Yuna replies.

"Then what did you do?" Taehyung asks being concerned and afraid. She didn't cheat on him... Did she?

"You were with me," she states,

"We had sex."

1300 words

A/N- I did not go into details or write smut in this chapter because I do not support it. Tricking someone into thinking that they are having intercourse with their partner is r@pe. And btw, first timeline Taehyung is from back from death and the second timeline one is our soft and loving Taehyung from back for you <3

Don't remember the plot from the other books? Well, lemme explain then...

It basically starts off where 'back from death' ended.

After Yuna rejected Taehyung even after killing everyone, Taehyung got the witch to turn time back and then the witch wiped his memories. So he had a happy ending but when Taehyung, Yuna and everyone went to his pyramid and he touched his coffin, time went back to how it was where Taehyung killed everyone and then Yuna hated him. Taehyung accidentally kills Yuna in the 'back from death' timeline after time bounces back to its original form.

Then he jumps timelines out of desperation and reaches the 'back for you' timeline in which Taehyung and Yuna are happy. As of the fourth chapter, he's trying to take Yuna away from the 2nd timeline with him.

Now, there are two Taehyungs in this book because they are Taehyungs from two different timelines/universes. Their lives are different in their own timelines so when the first timeline Taehyung sees his other version, he gets jealous and wants his life.

In this book (back to you), 'back from death' events are referred to as the 'first timeline' or the 'original universe'. 'Back for you' events are the 'second timeline' or 'parallel universe'.

Taehyung from 'back from death' just jumped universes/timelines and ended up in the 'back for you' timeline/universe.

Now, if it's the books that are confusing you then, 'back from death' was the yandere batshit crazy Taehyung and 'back for you' is the soft and nice Taehyung.

I hope I managed to clear what's happening in the plot. This is my first time writing such a complex plot. It seems that my writing skill isn't sharp enough to bring the plot clearly across to you guys. I'm trying my best to write as clear cut as possible. Thank you for being so patient with me. I love you guys <3

[burningfeathersx]

"Won't it just the same? Keyboards and such?" Retorted with all the enthusiasm of a dead fish for this change. Casually ignoring the knowing glance he'd gotten. Man, the fact you just fucking SCOOTED HIM IN HIS OWN CHAIR without getting sent to space is incredible shit.

He sat back in his chair when it was moved. May as well. Rubbing a hand into the back of his neck. Honestly? Forgot the cuffs and hook were down there. Rook hadn't been using it as his 'office in the office' for a little while now. So he looked up a little confused before it dawned a second later.

A very arrogant and smarmy grin split across his face. "You really have no idea." About where Lucifer was on the kink scale. He'd been…marginally tame with Vox. Most he'd gotten around to was some power play. Granted, a lot of his deviance was power play related, but…sometimes that involved more than pinning a naked overlord down and fiddling their port while fully clothed himself. "Val's a horn dog chasing dopamine and cum." Little dismissively with a flick of hand upward. "I've got taste."

He sniffed once and scooted his chair back into place. Eyeing the computer with some sort of…end of era sadness. Did he really want to update his methodology. Looked so…cold and impersonal…

- "Eh, this has a touch screen," he added with a tap tap that let for things to be more easily accessed and moved about. As for the whole kink thing he snorted. Didn't doubt it for a second, though. "Yeah, taste for cum." Such a clever joke applaud for him.

But he groaned at that look. Come on, Lucifer, don't be like Alastor. That's fucking laaaame as shit. "Look, at least use this when you're backlogged like you are right now. You know how many days I stay up fixing shit and doing numbers? You're falling apart at six hours in. I was doing twice as much in the 50s!" And it killed him, so! Hand motions at self!

- Stuck his elbow in Vox's side to his crass joke at his expense! So rude!

The comparison was bad. He was a nigh-immortal First Fallen. He could have kept working. It would have been a miserable slog, but he wouldn't catch a fucking heart attack or whatever had killed Vox when he was human. Gave him a look to that effect before he threw up his hands. "Fine."

"Sure Rook will be thrilled at my new free time." Grumbled all the same. Pushing sunglasses up onto his forehead to see the screen better. Fiddling it. Wasn't like it was his first time with technology. He merely didn't like to bring it directly into his work space. "Regi'd probably be happy to give you a blowie for succeeding where he hasn't." Added.

- Vox snickered at being elbowed and was all the more amused when Lucifer finally complied. Good. Now he wouldn't have to stress over Lucifer's work habits nearly as much. "Bet he would be," he commented about Rook, snorting. "Among others." Though he certainly rolled his eyes about Regi. "He's not my type, sorry to say."

- Paused and looked at Vox. "You met Reginald?" Clearly he'd forgotten or Regi had been doing independent nonsense. Then again, cameras. Hum.

He finished sifting the computer and pulled over the scrolls pile. That HAD to be done by hand. By nature of being Deals that required ink and blood.

- "I gave him the soul contracts I owed you, remember?" Vox raised an eyebrow. Though he supposed that was several weeks ago. "And Stan either made me see him on the monitors or he was in your office one time."

Speaking of contracts. He peered over Lucifer's shoulder at some of those just out of curiosity. "Well, seems you've got it all handled from here." Shoulder pat. "I'll probably head back to work myself unless you have any questions, old man." A light tease.

l- "Fuck! Right." He swears his memory is getting fucked a lot more than it used to be. Hhh. He didn't like it. "He comes around my office when it's empty, often. Bit nosey. I let him. He's generally been trustworthy." He didn't think much of it.

To the question, as he started to unroll one (this one in extremally archaic Welsh for some reason). "Think you'd fit if I bent you over the desk? No reason." If Vox was going to try to undercut him with an 'old man'.

- Vox was going to stare real hard into the back of Lucifer's head for that comment. Narrowed his eyes real quick afterwards. Definitely was not purple. Wasn't thinking about the incident with Pride in here either, nope. Or whoever used those cuffs before. "I mean, you certainly would." Testing Lucifer here, he knew.

"Uh huh. I'm not most people, though." Vox gave a knowing glance in Lucifer's direction with a smug grin before he returned to physically feeding the papers into the digital screen. Faster that way. Tech demon magic, don't question it. Also, it was much faster.

"If you want to continue with busy work, you can sort things to your heart's desire. But it's going to not give you fucking carpel tunnel at least." Less than subtly moved Lucifer's chair out of the way to kneel down to start adding more wires into the pc input core, to finish setting up the rest.

Took him a moment to realize what some of what he was staring at. Had to really squint in a mix of disbelief and complete understanding all in one. He really, really shouldn't be surprised. His screen was a bit of a troubling fit as he couldn't get fully under the desk but he SAW THAT, Lucifer. Who the hell did you chain up down there???

Totally calm and collected as he stood back up and dusted himself off, turning on the monitor and motioning for Lucifer to set up the rest.

"You're a real kinky fucker, you know that? No wonder Val took a liking to you so quickly after you busted his balls." Figuratively. Probably? Squinted back at Lucifer.

[bokutoslittlebird]

Request: stepdaddy ukai fucking his little girl in the store, pretty please 😔

Warnings: incest/stepcest, public-ish sex, groping, pervert!Ukai, exhibitionism kink, daddy kink, bit of foreplay, squirting, mentions of a mom [not present], infidelity

Ukai + Stepcest

The store was never busy at this time of night, with only an hour before closing. Most of the time he even closed up shop around this time since the lack of customers only made him wish the time went by faster so he could sleep. Lighting another cigarette, Ukai blows some smoke as he leans back a bit, stretching a bit. The chair was decently comfortable unless you sat on it for too long, making his legs ache to move.

Despite the lack of customers, the store wasn’t quiet. You were also there, stocking shelves as a way to help him out. Occasional movement of boxes and your little grunts as you had to reach up high or get off the floor let him know where you were. Coming from behind the shelves, you waved at him before heading into the back, getting another cart of items to shelve. At least you weren’t bored out of your mind.

A thought came to him in that moment. Putting out the cigarette, he slides the stool back as he gets up, stretching his legs a bit as he does. His steps are quiet as they head in your direction, leading him in a corner of the store where you’re putting out water bottles and juices, humming a tune. Completely lost in your own world, completely vulnerable as he watches your skirt swish as you reach up and then as you bend down, picking up more bottles. A small glance is all it takes, looking to see you’re wearing the lacy panties he gave you recently, the ones that gave him easy access.

You jump when you feel a hand on your ass, whirling around to see Ukai standing behind you. “You shouldn’t sneak up on me like that. I could’ve whacked you with a power drink,” you giggle, but really pay no mind. Nobody is in here, after all, so there’s only one person who would be in here. “Did you need something, daddy?”

“I’m bored and you’re not. It’s no fair,” is all he says, letting you smell the recent cigarette on his breath. There aren’t many things you dislike of Ukai, but his chain smoking worried you. “I thought you could help fix that,”

“Your boredom? You could stock—”

“No need to act all innocent. Wearing that particular pair..” his voice trails off, but you only grin as his fingers trail under your skirt, over the lace. “Like you expected something,”

“Thought I was gonna have to bend in front of the register if you didn’t go chasing for me. It’s never busy, so I thought I’d be safe,” you sway a bit, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. “Are you surprised? Upset?”

“Upset? Never,” he kisses your forehead, then he continues peppering kisses down your face, fingers inching closer to your inner thigh. “Surprised, however,” he pauses his kisses briefly, then glances around. There’s an empty space on the wall next to the drink shelves, but it’s also in view of the windows. Logically, nobody would even come by at this time of night, but there’s always a chance. Then again, you would only be able to see if you were coming from the school direction, which was unlikely to happen. You don’t seem bothered, obviously, if anyone were to see, so he decides to take his chances.

Pushing you against the wall, he makes sure to split your legs so he can have unrestricted access to the sweet flower between them. You make it easy for him, wrapping one leg around his waist that gives him more room to explore. He knows your body as if he’s read it a thousand times, easily finding your clit and rubbing the area as your grip on his shoulders tighten. He’ll make you weak before he finally gives you pleasure, suddenly thankful for the gift he gave you, noting it was worth every expense.

All it took was a few rubs to your clit to have you practically soaked, your juices coating his hand as you struggle to stand up, balancing on the ball of your foot as your back arches. Noticing you slipping, he managed to hike both legs around his waist, with your hands keeping you secure on his shoulders. With you ready to go and him ready to pop, he manages to slide down his jeans, no unzipping right now, enough to let his cock breathe. It’s hard enough that it rubs against you, lightly bouncing on the mound that covers your clit.

There’s no time to waste, really, as he pushes into you. With the lights on and you two obviously doing something against the wall, it doesn’t take a genius to let the gears move and out everything into place. But the thought of someone walking in? Walking by? Or even the thought of your mother walking in only to see you completely writhing in pleasure on her new husband’s cock? It makes him feral. It makes him want to push you against the windows and fuck you stupid. Even now, he’s barely done anything to you and you’re already moaning and squirming, pressing a hand to your mouth to bite on as if it could hold back your moans.

He doesn’t want that, of course, moving your hand away as he presses his lips to your jaw and cheek, keeping your wrist in his grasp as his other hand holds onto your thigh. Even though he has you, he wants more than he could possibly ever receive. Pressing you against a wall and defiling you for the second time that day is thrilling but it only makes him greedier, moving his lips down your neck to mark your skin. If anyone asks, you’ll tell a lie about your ‘always busy’ boyfriend, but he’ll always know the truth.

Anyone passing by could tell you two had a complex relationship, but this was much more than he hoped for. Completely splitting you in two and rubbing his cock against your sensitive walls, he managed to bring you to the edge of your orgasm, having you hurling into one as you shake and your eyes roll. Had you been naked beneath him, he’d see your whole body coated in sweat and your muscles tightening.

Your orgasm just keeps you sensitive, making it so easy for him to completely devour you as he chases his own high, getting you off again when his pace doesn’t falter nor slow as you ride it out. When your hand leaves his shoulder, he lets your other hand go to hold onto you better, practically slamming you down on his hips as juices splash between you two. Your nails go behind your head to dig into the wall, scratching for something that isn’t there while your back arches from the stimulation.

All it takes is a few more strokes and your moans manage to form a sentence of his name. “Daddy, I’m— it’s-!” You can’t even manage to finish as you twitch and gasp, completely soaking the bottom of his shirt as you gush. Knowing he’s gotten you completely fucked out, or almost, makes him also tip over the edge, a groan as he fills you up and you mewl, gasping as shallowly ruts against you, making sure you got every drop.

In the post-bliss, an alarm comes from his phone signaling it’s store closing time. With a heavy sigh, he slips out of you as his cum follows, dripping onto the floor in a puddle. Your legs are too weak to stand, you sliding down the wall to sit in the puddle, more oozing out of you. He’ll have to move you somewhere else to continue, since his cock is still hard as he puts it back in his pants. Flipping the sign over and locking the door is all he has to do, first.

[goddessofroyalty]

I just read your most recent Zaun Family piece and it made simultaneously go 🥺 at the baby and 😩 at Silco's resolve against showing the Piltites any weakness like fr. If you're up for it, can I please request Vanco bonding moments with the newest baby of the family as well as Viktor bonding with his new sibling as well? Thank you!!

Whoops I temporarily put this on hold to do that Holiday Fic and well then everything hit the fan. Request fill below – glad you enjoyed the previous one.

Tags: mpreg, omegaverse, recent childbirth

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Silco lets a soft hiss escape as he settles into his nest.

It’s just him and Vander now. No employees or business partners or Piltites he has to not show any weakness to. The young kids all having had the chance to meet their new brother under Benzo’s supervision while Silco washed the evidence of the birth off and have been sent on an impromptu sleep over with their uncle for at least a night or two. Silco doesn’t have to pretend he isn’t throbbing anymore.

“Are you comfortable?” Vander asks, holding their new son in his arms next to the bed. Their pups always look tiny in his arms when they are first born. Even Claggor, who all agreed was one of the biggest babes they had seen.

Silco curls his lip at the question. Comfortable not something he is going to be feeling for a while until his body heals from both the pregnancy and birth.

“As much as I’m going to be,” he says. Vander will have been stressed from the moment he heard what happened. Right now he needs reassurance Silco is and will be oaky, not a reminder of the cost Silco must always pay for their children.

“Do you want him?” Vander asks, raising their pup up as he does. Comfortably confident in a way only a well-experienced father can be.

“In a minute.” His pup is safe with Vander and he hasn’t had a moment to rest since the moment in the afternoon where he realized his labor was coming a lot faster than his previous ones.

“Tell me when you want him,” Vander says, because none of this is new to him. “Can I come in?”

Vander doesn’t normally need to ask that. Silco’s nest is their bed that they both collapse into most nights. It isn’t most nights though and Vander knows how Silco is when he’s feeling vulnerable like this.

Silco gives him a hum of consent. Vander hasn’t been unwanted in his nest for years now, his mate comforting to have around.

He winces at how the bed shifts as Vander climbs in next to him. Their son, balanced in the alphas arms, letting out a small squeal at it.

“It’s alright, I got him,” Vander says when Silco reaches out for his pup at it. Even if he knows Vander would never harm their pup he still has to ensure the pup he carried feels safe after the trauma of being born in Silco’s office in Piltover. “See, he’s alright love, just not used to not having a padded womb around him.”

Silco still scans over the pup’s face where Vander holds him. The boy’s eyes screwed shut in displeasure even if his tiny chest seems to be settling back into regular, even breathes. His scent more unsure than scared. Comforted by both his parent’s scents surrounding him.

His nose curls when Vander gently runs a finger down his front. The squeal this time more joyful.

“See – all better now,” Vander says. “Just startled a little was all.”

Silco still reaches out to gently rest his hand on his pup’s face, running a knuckle along the delicate cheek. Reassure him that his Dam is nearby should he need.

“You did another amazing job Sil,” Vander says as their pups unfocused eyes gaze up at them. “Another perfect pup.”

“Now you can help.” Silco still the only one that can feed their new son but Vander can at least help with all the other needs.

Silco knows it will be harder to manage than with the others. His work no longer something that can easily be solely done out of the Last Drop. And until he’s weaned the pup will have to be within easy access to him.

“You know I will,” Vander says, leaning over to press a kiss against Silco’s forehead. Gentler than he normally would.

He’s always gentler right after Silco’s given him another child.

“We have Benzo and Sevika as well,” Vander continues because he knows there’s so much more they have to manage compared to the others. More work to get done as the years have gone along. “And the others are old enough to help out as well.”

“We will work it out.” The point of all their work was to make a better life for their children. Silco will not have one of his own miss out while they do it.

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Vikor’s new brother feels tiny in his arms. Even swaddled in Silco’s coat as he is, the extra fabric trailing over onto Silco’s lap to help cover his now bare legs, the collar tucked up under the tiny pup’s head.

Viktor knows that Claggor and Mylo would have been a similar size when they were born and it only because he was smaller as well that they felt bigger in his memories.

It’s horrible design, really, to be born that vulnerable. To be born that dependent on one’s parents, especially considering how birth can prove deadly.

“Are you sure you are okay?” Viktor asks his Dam because he hasn’t been able to calm that fear since he had walked into the office to Silco kneeling on the floor in a puddle of fluid and blood, newborn pup in his arms.

“If I wasn’t it would be over by now,” Silco assures him, reaching out to tuck the strand of Viktor’s hair that escaped in his rush to his Dam’s side behind his ear.

It is a blunt assessment of the situation but they are not a family to soften the realities of life.

Viktor had always known what it meant to have a baby. What it cost.

His Dam had done it four times now.

Viktor’s attention snaps back to his brother when the pup makes a wet coughing noise, tiny eyes cringing as he does. He had never been allowed to hold his other brothers this long when they were this nearly born. He likely is doing something that’s making his brother uncomfortable.

“He’s alright,” Silco assures before Viktor can hand his brother over to his Dam’s surer hands. “He’s just getting used to breathing on his own.”

Only an hour ago Silco had been doing it for the both of them. Viktor’s brother floating in a fluid-filled world with all his needs provided directly to him.

“He has a lot to learn,” Viktor mutters more to himself than anything. It’s not just breathing his new brother will have to figure out but also nursing and how to view the world around him. A lot to master for one so small.

“His instincts will guide him” Silco says, “and soon enough he will be just another annoying sibling bothering you while you work.”

“I have not complained about that for years.” Not since he moved to Piltover and got a workspace that was harder for his siblings to invade on a whim.

Silco gives him a look from the side of his good eye.

“Weeks at least,” Viktor concedes. His parents getting more comfortable allowing his siblings to visit Topside has led to them being a bit too comfortable hanging out in Viktor and Jayce’s labs for Viktor’s liking.

“I don’t think he will cause as much trouble,” Viktor says, drawing the conversation back to his new brother. The pup won’t be able to bother him in the lab for at least a few years. And by then, well, that’s not a line of thought Viktor is ready to go down just yet.

When he glances back at Silco his Dam’s expression is unreadable to him.

[dourpeep]

Sprout that last fic was amazing! 10/10 blushing like a school girl as I read it. Im not sure if requests are open right now so no worry if they are not but just wondering if I could maybe ask for something almost along the same lines (them trying to work as you please them) but plot twist just as they think its safe and do finish someone walks in and catches them. (Im a meanie and like to see guys flustered and embarrassed) but Diluc Zhongli and Xiao please

aforementioned fic

Flustered men,,, that's my life blood, and Diluc, Zhongli, and Xiao? The most stoic of them all??? SIGN ME U P

Not to mention I did write that one Xiao imagine where you're doing the do outdoors-

Caught in the Act

Summary: To be fair, neither of you noticed because you were too busy... Featuring: Diluc, Xiao, and Zhongli

Contains: ((NSFW 18+)) character x reader, caught in the act, (Xiao) outdoor sex, clothed sex (Zhongli) blowjob

Fun Fact: the location for Xiao’s is a real in-game place that's easily accessible and also poorly hidden. How indecent of you, Xiao—

Diluc

The two of you have created a sort of schedule when it comes to intimacy. With the limited free time you both have, you make the most of it.

Luckily, today was one of the days where you were both at the winery with enough downtime for more than just a quick moment of privacy.

In the peace of his bedroom, you’re entangled in soft silken sheets, a leg hooked up over Diluc’s hip while he supports himself above you on his forearms.

The back of his hand brushes along your cheek, tracing your jaw before he leans in to capture your lips in a kiss. Already, you’ve shed your clothing, careful to keep his unwrinkled for work later. Chest pressing to yours, he takes you, moving slow. When you mumble for him to go faster, he chuckles.

“It’s alright. We have more time today.”

You try your best to quell your desires for the man above you, but the fire in your belly aches. He gently chides you but obliges.

His thrusts grow harder, each thrust making you shift up the bed. Deep and slow, he leans over you to meet lips. Each press is flooded with unspoken words.

It’s easy to get lost in the moment when every touch sets your body aflame and the way that such a gentleman can be so gentle but utterlyimpassioned. The way his body cages you in, filling your senses with everything that he is.

“Darling—” His lips drag against yours when he speaks, an arm wrapping under you to lift your hips just a tad.

Ghosting his touch over your hip and thigh, he reaches between you to help bring you to completion, keeping the steady rhythm he’d begun to make sure you can ride out the pleasure as long as possible.

Relishing in the way you moan his name and grip his arms, he starts a quicker pace enough to make you see stars chasing his own orgasm. Beneath him, you throw your head back and cry out in a soft plea.

There’s a quiet knock at the door, loud enough that normally you’d be able to hear accompanied by a voice.

“Master Diluc, there’s someone here to see you.”

The door opens and the unfortunate maid gasps when she sees the intimate embrace, making you jump and Diluc tug the covers over you both with a swiftness you’d otherwise be impressed about.

Xiao

He works so, so very hard day in and out with battling the monsters and demons that plague the land. Similarly, your days are filled with commissions and battling for the materials you need to make your team and weapons stronger. It only makes sense that you meet him in the middle.

This time, however, you were fortunate enough to be able to convince him to help out with a treasure hoarder problem. It was a bit more difficult than usual, but nothing that the two of you paired with Xinyan and Zhongli couldn’t handle.

The area for the commission, though, was a tricky one, including two separate locations that needed to be cleared out. Zhongli is more than happy to accompany the young Rockstar to the secondary location while you and Xiao handle the other. Really, it should just be a quick thing this way.

Like you thought, it takes only a few flashes of anemo with your help before the treasure hoarders are chased out, but with the heat, you’re left sweating and tired.

“Do we have enough time to freshen up?”

The crystalline waters nearby are a godsend, cool and refreshing and—you turn to Xiao to see the way his shirt sticks to his muscles and how droplets of water stream down his arms.

So now, somewhere between Lingjiu Pass and Mt. Tiangheng, you’re hidden in a rocky alcove behind a waterfall, bodies flush together as he thrusts into you feverishly. You’ve both hastily pulled down trousers and shucked off unnecessary items adorning your outfits, left partly clothed.

The feeling of him so desperate to feel you is maddening.

Your bodies mingle, still tired and sweaty from the fighting, but you can hardly bother to care. Shifting, he hoists you up to wrap your legs around his waist and angles you to reach deeper. He hits the spot that makes you see stars and you cry out his name as you unravel.

Xiao’s pace grows sloppy with the way you squeeze around him, patience leaving with the way he’s getting close. His forehead presses against your neck when he shakily moans your name, thrusting up once more before releasing.

Breathing hard, he meets your lips for a kiss—

“I understand the appeal of partaking in activities that relieve stress, however…”

It’s unmistakable, the voice that speaks up.

Immediately, Xiao’s eyes snap open and his face explodes in color, nearly dropping you in his surprise. You’re glad that your bodies are mostly covered by the large rock you’re behind, but you doubt that Xiao would be very willing to accompany you and your team on a commission anytime soon.

Zhongli

It’s not strange to want privacy in your own home.

While Zhongli is busy with his job at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, he has ample time in the mornings and late afternoon to indulge in you. Those long hours are spent in each other’s arms, drawing every gasp and every moan from lips that seldom part.

“Zhongli, I want to make you feel good this time.”

Who was he to deny?

When your lips press to the base of his shaft, he lets out a groan. It’s deep, rumbling in his chest, and you squeeze your thighs together to help relieve a bit of the pressure. Another kiss is placed on his hip and you laugh at the way his cock twitches.

“Are you feeling impatient?”

His cheeks color, slight in afternoon light. “Perhaps.”

So you take him into your mouth, sliding your tongue along the length of him as you descend. He’s lost in the way the hot wetness of your mouth envelops him, watching you take what you can. You moan around him and his hips twitch with the vibration.

Every lick and suck has him clutching at the couch, willing his hips to stay still so that you may take your time with your ministrations. He wants to know how it feels to be entirely at your mercy, and you gladly take that in stride.

His eyes widen when you push yourself further down, your eyes squeezing as you focus on relaxing your throat and he nearly chokes in the way your lips finally meet his pelvis. He wants to tell you it’s alright, you don’t have to push yourself—but the way that you look up at him with slightly watery eyes sends a need through him.

One of his hands finds its way into your hair, keeping you pressed down against him longer. Once the feeling of you swallowing around him is bearable, he helps you draw back off, an apology on his tongue until you sink back and take him once more.

Surrendering to the feeling, Zhongli breathes your name, eyes closing as you suck at his tip. It’s a shock, coming undone just as the door to his home slams open, revealing a mop of messy red hair and bright blue eyes that settle on the sight of you kneeling between the geo Archon’s spread legs.

“Xiangsheng!”

At least the harbinger has the tact to raise a gloved hand to cover his eyes as he backs out of the doorway and closes the door with the other.

“My apologies—I’ll return later.”

[likeastarstar]

Boredom, Disinterest, & Intimidation.

Summary: Jungkook's in that suit and he's bored and you're not impressed by much...except for him. and then you fuck him in a public restroom.

(A/N: WARNING! SMUT AHEAD! for the anon requesting striped suit jk...I got severely carried away this is so much longer than I intended...feedback is appreciated.)

masterlist.

You weren't impressed by much.

Men were too boring to be impressive most of the time. They watered their personalities down, made themselves too accessible to be deemed worth it for your effort. Basically, you thought you were better than most of them. Your friends said you should lower your standards or risk being forever alone, but you didn't really understand why that was such a bad thing. At least you liked your own company, preferring to fly solo most of the time.

That's what you were doing at the event you were at, a networking thing that your company sent you to in order to make connections in different industries your CEO was interested in. You were the go-to for this sort of thing, where you had to be coy and work a room with no commitment.

You stared at the glass in your hand, wondering how many flutes of champagne the woman standing next you had consumed. She swayed off beat to the instrumental music playing and you couldn't help but guess that it wasn't a lack of rhythm that was causing it. Someone called your name and you lifted your gaze, falling on a bulky looking man with a kind smile. You recognized him as the PR connection your company had, one who was in charge of not only your own company but several larger clients in the entertainment industry. You smiled at him easily, floating over to where he was.

"Let me introduce you to my friends, they're in the music industry." He said pleasantly, gesturing to the group of men standing beside him.

You scanned the group neutrally, recognizing them instantly. Of course you knew who they were. You wondered why you were being introduced to them but soon connected the dots when you heard they were looking to explore the possibility of expanding their tour set-ups, primarily in the technology area, an aspect your company could help with. The tallest man did most of the speaking, his warm smile and easy going humor making it easy to see why countless people were in love with him. Your eyes stuck on another member of the group however, one standing towards the back with an uninterested look on his face.

While the rest of the men looked towards you eagerly when you spoke about previous experiences with audio and performance oriented tech expansions, he stared off to the side with his hands in his pockets. You studied his figure- black and grey striped suit tailored to a tee, skimming the length of his lean body. Straight shoulders, thin waist, legs for days- his proportions were scientifically perfect. His hair was gelled and neatly parted, jet black matching the inky color of his eyes. Everything about him was unapproachable, from the bored purse of his lips to the eyebrow piercing that reflected the light in a sort of warning. Another one of the group began saying something, sparking his attention.

His eyes flickered to you, flying over you at first and then doubling back to study you more closely. He frowned slightly, blinking a couple times before realizing you were staring back at him, refusing to look away.

"Seems like they're about to start the dinner, where are you seated?" Someone asked you, causing you to tear your eyes from his.

You just happened to be seated across from the man in the striped suit, who's name you had heard a couple times but had forgotten since you didn't personally pay attention to things like that. You ignored him and the way he slouched over in his chair, pushing his hips forwards with his neck stretched to the side so his head could rest back on the chair, watching the rest of the room out of the corner of his eye as if he couldn't be bothered to interact with it himself. He was distractingly handsome, chiseled jaw cutting a sharp line through space.

You started a conversation with a woman to your left who ran a charity organization or something, the details weren't really sticking in your mind since a certain someone had decided instead of zoning out, he'd zero in on you with total focus. You turned your head slowly towards him when you couldn't take the tension you felt from seeing his gaze locked on you out of the corner of your eye anymore, the knot of anticipation only tightening when you noted his smirk.

"Do you normally stare at people?" You asked in a flat tone.

"No," He said simply. "I actually make it a point not to make eye contact with people at these sorts of things. I'm making an exception."

He leaned forward in his chair, face tilted slightly so he was looking up at you through his eyelashes. You resisted the urge to squirm in your chair- this wasn't you. You didn't get intimidated easily, you were the one doing the intimidation usually. He rolled his broad shoulders back, sitting up straight as if to let you get a better look at him.

"Don't bother," You quipped.

"Aren't you bored?" He asked, a slightly surprised expression breaking the air of neutrality around him. "Don't you want to do something fun?"

"I'm working, I don't worry about having fun while I'm on the clock." You said, rolling your eyes before refocusing on the conversation you were having before as the appetizers were served. He was right though, things like this were incredibly boring. Rarely did you ever have fun at company events. You thanked the waiter, words hitching slightly when you felt a stiff shoe glide by your heeled foot, an ankle hooking around yours brashly. You blinked and looked back towards the man in the striped suit, a neutral expression on his face other than slight lift of his eyebrow, the silver hardware of his piercing sparkling. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to resist saying anything, trying to stop the heat pooling towards your lap.

You looked away quickly and he laughed, it's charming silvery tone ringing in your ears in a way that only distracted you further. You pushed your foot against his unconsciously, rolling your ankle around his as you carried on listening to the conversation around. It wasn't until he pulled away from you, touch ripped away that you realized you had been so forward with your actions. You watched him rise out of his chair, body limber and lean, looking down at you with a menacing intensity. He quirked his eyebrow again and you watched him stalk off towards were you knew the bathroom of the restaurant to be.

Even his walk was distracting, the way his shoulders rolled, hands swinging slightly, practically gliding across the room.

"What were you saying?" The woman next to you asked, tapping on your shoulder.

"I," You started, still staring off in the direction he disappeared to. "I was saying that...You know, I actually will be right back, I have to make a phone call."

You got up quickly before you really knew what you were doing, pushing through the waiters still trying to serve the large room full of VIPs. You passed the hallway to the bathroom when a hand snaked out and yanked you to the side, a now familiar pair of eyes staring down at you.

"I thought you didn't want to have fun?" He asked, a small smile on his face.

"I'm making an exception," You mocked, repeating his words from earlier before kissing him brashly.

His lips were soft on yours, tongue fighting against yours for control of the kiss almost instantly. His hands smoothed down your body and pushed you into the bathroom, ass pressing against the countertop. You matched his ferocity, biting down on his lip and wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down closer to you. He lifted you onto the countertop, hands still kneading any part of you he could get his hands on. His hand settled on the jut of your hip, breath panting out as he moved down to your neck, kissing and sucking the skin there.

"Don't fucking leave a mark," You snapped, words venomous despite your hands pulling him between your knees. You hooked your legs around his figure, sighing as he pushed a sleeve of your dress off your shoulder and bit down on the space of your skin that was previously covered, laving over the spot with tongue.

"I'll be careful," he promised, "No one will see. My name's Jungkook, by the way."

You felt a lick of heat in the pit of your stomach, something animalistic that told you to keep going, ask for more, demand it from him. You didn't bother telling him your name and he didn't ask for it, pushing a hand up your dress instead. His hand rubbed circles on your skin and you realized he had rings on, cool metal pressing into the flesh of your thigh. Your brain felt like it was fizzing out, dial tones going off instead of coherent thoughts. God, why did his hands feel so good on your body? Why was he such a good kisser? What cologne was he wearing?

"Tell me to stop," He dared, pulling his lips off of you. He rested his forehead on the top of your shoulder, hand freezing in place. You said nothing, watching instead as he tilted his head back up to you with a surprised expression.

"Don't," You mumbled, voice so quiet you'd think he didn't hear you if he didn't smile at you. It wasn't a smirk this time, not a sly little expression, no cockiness in sight. He looked...sweet. Pretty. His eyes were sparkly and his cheeks fluffed up when he smiled like this, nose crinkling slightly. You felt your heart pang and wondered what the fuck was happening to you- who the hell was this guy?

"You wanna get fucked by a stranger in a random bathroom?" He grinned, going back to the cocky motherfucker you had known all night. He stood to his full height, hand still kneading into your skin as he gazed down at you, eyes catching on your parted lips. He tilted his head and leaned in, stopping just shy of contact. You skated a hand down his body, pressing fingertips against the firm abs you could outline under the silky material of his shirt, smiling slightly when you heard his breathing stop as you dragged your palm over the crotch of his pants, outlining his hard cock with your fingernail and wrapping your hand over it. You squeezed lightly, feeling Jungkook's fingers push up your leg and pull your panties to the side, "You're interesting." He mumbled, frowning slightly.

"No, I'm not," You said flatly, just before he dragged a finger through your folds. You breathed in sharply, feeling him brush past your clit and press down lightly, hips bucking up slightly. He thrust two fingers in you suddenly and you moaned. Jungkook kissed you, muffling your noises of need with his mouth on yours. Your back arched up to him, mind completely blank as he started pumping his fingers in and out of you. "Slow-"

"No, fast." He grunted, "Gotta open your tight little pussy up if you want my cock. You do want my cock, right baby?"

You kissed him desperately, feeling his fingers split and scissor inside of your pussy, his thumb rubbing into your clit in rough motions. Nothing about what he was doing to you was gentle or soft, pushing you, stretching your limits, teasing you where he could.

"Yeah," You nodded, "Yeah, I want you to fuck me."

Your breathing became labored and you felt your chest heave as he curled his fingers, looking for a certain spot until a jab of his fingers had you spasming. He kissed you still, smirking against your lips as he angled his fingers to hit the same spot over and over until he had you cumming around his hands, wrapped around his finger like a cute little bow, willing and able to do anything he wanted you to. He was staring at you again, inky eyes locked on your face, scanning your expression as you came like he was trying to memorize it. He pulled his hand away too quickly, taking your panties with him.

Jungkook tucked your now ruined lace panties in his suit pocket and gazed at you, grinning as he unzipped his pants, "Okay, I'm gonna fuck you now."

"Okay," You said weakly, feeling your pussy spasm around nothing.

He shuffled closer to you, standing in between your legs as he pumped his cock. You peered down, wanting to see what his cock looked like before it entered you. Shit- he was huge. Maybe he should've used another finger. You watched him reach in his wallet and pull out a condom, tearing it open quickly before rolling it over his cock. You bit down on your lip nervously, realizing how much this was about to sting.

"What? Nervous? Wanna stop?" Jungkook asked, tilting your head back up to look at him with a finger underneath your chin.

You locked eyes with him, eyes warm and inviting. His lips were flushed pink and had some of your lipgloss smudged on them, cheeks flushed and a glow on his skin. He was really pretty like this. He was just pretty in general. No, you definitely didn't want to stop.

"No," You said simply, "I want you."

He smiled and nodded shortly, lining himself up with your entrance and pushing in with one smooth motion, "What pretty girl wants, pretty girl gets."

You laughed shakily, leaning into the slight burn of his cock splitting you open, "Whatever I want?"

"Whatever you want," He nodded, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before starting to move his hips, cock pulling and pushing against your pussy walls. "Shit- you feel really fucking good around me."

You moaned at his words, feeling his hips snap back, pulling his cock almost completely out of you before slamming back in. You were glad you were sitting on the countertop, you weren't sure your legs were working at the moment, curled tightly around Jungkook's body. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling your dress up and out of the way so he could watch your pussy take him, liking the wet noises that came along with how turned on you were.

"So wet, you have a crush on me or something?" He joked, laughing in a dry sort of way. You rolled your eyes and gripped a hand over his bicep, digging your nails into the muscle there underneath his suit jacket.

His thrusts quickened and he released one of your hips to slip his fingers around where your pussy was stretched around his cock, rubbing the folds there, adding stimulation that ripped the air from your body, making your head spin, body beginning to float away to nothingness.

"You're so fucking sexy," You moaned, gazing at him and the look of total concentration on his face as he fucked you into the bathroom countertop. His brow furrowed, sweat dripping down his face, pink tongue sticking out between his lips slightly. There was no way there was another guy on the planet like him- no one was this attractive.

You saw him blush and look up towards you nervously, suddenly shy to make eye contact, "Yeah? Y-you are too."

It was your time to smirk, rolling your body onto his. You felt his fingers latch onto your clit, rubbing incessantly. You clenched your pussy around him and he groaned, keening over and smashing his face into the crook of your neck, breath stuttering. He changed his pace suddenly, rolling his hips onto yours with an even faster speed you didn't know was possible. He was precise, pushing on the sensitive spot in your pussy with his fingers on your clit matching, pulsing, squeezing, tugging sharply.

"Your pussy felt so good cumming around my fingers," He mumbled against your skin, "Wanna feel it around my cock too, can you do that for me?"

"Okay, only because you asked so nicely." You smiled, feeling his hand squeeze your side in response. He bit down on the same spot of your shoulder he did earlier and that was it- you were unraveling around him in an uncontrollable way. You whined out his name over and over, triggering his own release as his hips finally faltered, shoving against yours for the last time. He stilled in you, moaning against your skin in that silvery tone that rang out like a bell in your ears. You felt him empty into the condom that separated yourself from him, feeling oddly angry that he had worn one to begin with.

You had just gotten fucked hard and were already wondering what it would feel like to have him do it again without a condom, what it would feel like to be stuffed with his cum. You squeezed around him unintentionally, getting turned on again at the thought. He winced, feeling oversensitive and pulled out of you slowly. His hands were shaking slightly, pulling off the condom and tying it closed before throwing it away in the trashcan.

You pulled your dress down as you caught your breath, floating back down to earth. Your eyes fell on the clock- you had been gone for 20 minutes.

"I should've been back at the table already," You noted, staring at the clock.

Jungkook tucked himself back into his pants and fixed his appearance, frowning at the mirror, "I should've kept fucking you for longer."

You laughed and ran a hand through your hair, "Maybe I should just go home- it'll be suspicious if we both go back at this point and I've made enough conversation for the night."

Jungkook stood in front of you, looking too happy but otherwise rid of all evidence of being freshly fucked, "Give me your number at least, I want to see you again."

You pursed your lips and debated it for a moment, staring at the hopeful look on his face. Normally, you'd say no. But something about him...

"Fine," You said nonchalantly. "But don't expect anymore exceptions from me. I'm hard work."

"I'm okay with that," He grinned, pulling his phone out quickly.

You really hoped that he was because he officially impressed you.