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lacheri · 3 years

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Hello Cherry I have a request! Eren always teasing and being a little mean to the reader so she decides to give him a taste of his own medicine (so sorta like a sub! eren x brat tamer! reader) okay that is all ilysm bye bye

hi Kat!! you send me the best prompts 🤤 I hope you enjoy thank you for requesting ily!!!

too much

pairing: sub/brat!Eren x brat tamer!fem bodied reader

content: Eren’s an asshole, established relationship, ruined orgasms, oral (f and m receiving), humiliation/degradation kink, minors DNI.

wc: 3.5k

notes: this is unedited I literally just wrote this up as fast as I could bc this ask drove me WILD

Your fists were clenched at your sides, fingernails digging crescents on the inside of your palms, knuckles white. You were stomping through your shared living room with your boyfriend, curses and swears leaving your lips. Eren had managed to piss you completely off, feelings of humiliation and frustration fueling the fire coursing through your veins.

It all started earlier this morning, waking up next to your sleepy boyfriend, kissing his cheek sweetly. Your half naked bodies wrapped together in a cocoon of blankets, hair messy and eyelids heavy. Usually, Eren would stir awake and return your kisses with enthusiasm, but he had cracked a single eye open this morning, frowned and grumbled, and pushed you off of him. You had pouted, feeling rejected, and immediately flung yourself out of the bed to get ready for the day. When Eren had finally woken up, joining you in your shared bathroom as you brushed your teeth, he made no effort to console you. He saw the wrinkles on your forehead as your eyebrows furrowed together, a tell all sign for what you were feeling. He simply brushed past you, grabbing his own toothbrush and standing right beside you as if he hadn’t been so recklessly ignorant of you.

When the two of you had spit and gargled mouthwash, he cleared his throat, a hint of a smirk playing at his lips, “What’s your deal?”

Your eyes flickered to him for a brief second, and you rolled your eyes and stomped off back to your bedroom to get dressed. Fuck him, if he wanted to start the day off so sour, he was going to get the same attitude back.

Eren followed behind you, smirk still growing, “You’re mad I pushed you away this morning, aren’t you?”

“So you did it on purpose?” you couldn’t hide the hurt in your voice, back facing him as you searched through your closet. You really had intended to ignore Eren for a while, letting him stew in your cold shoulder treatment, but he always knew how to crawl under your skin and get a rise out of you.

“Just wanted to see how you’d react,” he teased, coming directly behind you to rest his chin on your shoulder, arms crossed on his bare chest. “I was right.”

Fury licked flames up your throat and you stepped forward, throwing your boyfriend off balance. You didn’t want to play whatever game he was trying to set up, you had things to do today besides bend to Eren’s will. Hearing his response, it drove motivation into the pits of your mind that Eren was not going to get a reaction out of you anymore today.

However, he had other plans.

Today has been your day off from work and school, as well as Eren’s day off. The plan was to straighten up the house, invite your friends over in the evening and order pizza. Nothing too crazy or over the top, just a nice relaxing day.

Things didn’t quite work out that way. After the two of you had gotten dressed and made breakfast, every single time you tried to clean an object, Eren would somehow get in the way. He pulled books of the bookcase and left them on the floor or any surface he could find, managed somehow to fill the sink with dirty dishes, not rinsing them off to put in the dishwasher, and found every article of clothing between the two of you to toss on the bedroom floor. The hour long cleaning session had turned into the entire day, long enough that you had to text your friends that tonight wasn’t going to work out.

Because every time you made progress in your small home, Eren would find another thing that got added to the list. As much as it infuriated you, mostly because Eren was supposed to be helping you, you couldn’t let it phase you. No, you knew he was trying to piss you off. You weren’t going to crack under his pressure, not give him the satisfaction of seeing you wound up and upset.

The last straw had snapped when he walked into the living room, seeing you pick up the last book he had thrown on the floor, and opened his stupid mouth.

“Aren’t you supposed to be cleaning?” Eren spat. “This house is a complete disaster.”

Your eyes flickered incredulously to the wall clock, six o’clock it had read, your entire day wasted away, “Are you fucking serious right now?”

You searched for a hint of playfulness in his expression, seeing nothing but his stone cold eyes piercing into you as he spoke without hesitation, “I’m entirely fucking serious. How are we supposed to have company over if you can’t clean a fucking house?”

“Already cancelled,” you fumed, standing up from your crouched position, leaving the book on the floor. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to like that?”

“You. What? Do you need me to use your name at every sentence whenever I talk to you?” Eren kept edging, a feel of gratification consuming him upon learning his friends weren’t coming over anymore. “How am I supposed to marry someone who can’t fucking clean?”

You felt sharp pangs of hurt in your chest, eyes losing their spark, “Eren, that’s mean. Why are you being so mean today?”

He had only smirked, reveling in your mood switch. In the silence shared then, he announced he was getting a bath, he had such a hard working day and wanted to relax. He had left you in the living room alone, and you felt the anger inside of you bubble up, threatening to go over. You snapped, heading straight to the bathroom where you could hear the flow of water into the tub stop.

The door slammed against the wall as you threw it opened, seeing Eren jump slightly at the impact. His hair flowed down to his shoulders, arms stretched out against the rim of the tub, and in any other situation you’d be crawling into the water with him. He’d be so sweet about it too, bringing you to his chest and giving you kisses while you giggled at the attention. Hell, he’d probably even shower you in compliments and appreciation. Not today though, his eyes hardened as you stopped right in front of him.

“Out, now,” you ordered through clenched teeth. You could hear Eren’s breath kick up, but he didn’t move. “Are you deaf? Get out, now, Eren.”

His body moved before his mouth could protest, standing stark naked in the shin deep water. You could see the steam rise off of his skin, your eyes trailed downwards. Although soft, his dick was still impressive, but the longer you stared at the fleshy member, it twitched and rose a bit. You quirked an eyebrow, realization dawning on you. Oh, so this was why Eren was acting like this today?

You made eye contact with him then, his legs shifting over the rim of the tub, before standing directly in front of you. Your hand whipped up to the back of Eren’s head, fisting his hair, and yanking his head back, exposing every line and vein and bulge in his throat.

“This what you wanted? Wanted to get me all angry so I could take it out on you?” Eren’s dick was rock solid, giving you a physical answer, but you still needed the verbal one, “Answer me.”

“Yes,” he choked out, and his Adam’s apple bobbed along his throat.

“Well it fucking worked. I have half a mind to leave you here, like this, to take care of yourself,” you pulled his hair further, a gasp leaving his parted lips.

“No, please, don’t,” Eren’s voice came out whiny as he begged. You smirked, although he wasn’t able to see it as his eyes faced directly up to the ceiling.

“You’re going to drain this tub,” you began to instruct, tilting his head so his eyes trailed to your hard set ones. “And then you’re going to dry off, and go lay flat on your back on the bed. Do you understand me?”

He nodded feverently, happy you released your grip as his neck had begun to ache. You smoothed that same hand over his jaw, feeling the stubble underneath your fingertips, “Good boy.”

Eren set to work quickly, giddy with excitement. This had been his plan all along, to get you riled up enough to take it out on him. Genuinely, Eren hadn’t meant to start this at all today. When you had kissed him awake, he was having a really good dream he didn’t want to wake up from quite then, and hadn’t meant to push you away. Upon seeing your sad pout, followed by a flicker of anger in your orbs, something stirred within Eren. He began to question, just how far could he push you until you caved in?

Eren didn’t stick around to watch the tub fully drain, he was dried off and on the bed just as you had requested. You leaned against the wall, clad only in your bra and panties, and you watched him with hungry eyes as he followed your every instruction. Your boyfriend was a beautiful man, every part of him intriguing and gorgeous to you. He looked like a Greek God, arms and legs spread out, the subtle light from your bedside lamps casting shadows across his abs and into the V of his pelvis. Eren had a beautiful cock as well, thick and long and veiny, it sat perched on his lower abdomen, twitching as you pushed yourself off the wall to loom over your man.

“Look at you,” you mused, letting a dark chuckle vibrate from your chest. “You’re already hard and I haven’t even touched you yet. You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you baby?”

“Yes,” he answered. The skin on his cock was so taut and tight, feeling somewhat light headed as all the blood was rushed to his member.

“You know I’m going to have to punish you, right? For being so mean to me today?” you batted your eyelashes, crawling on to the bed, sitting on your knees by his side, refusing to touch him just yet.

“I know,” Eren whined, trying to reach out to touch your thigh only to be met with the harsh slap of your palm. “I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not,” you cooed in false security, brushing Eren’s hair out of his beautiful face. “But that’s okay, you’re gonna’ make it up to me, right now.”

You traced the outline of Eren’s plump lips, resting your forehead against his as you muttered in your darkest voice, “I’m taking away your right to touch me. Convince me you’re sorry, and maybe I’ll reconsider.”

Eren squirmed under the heat of your words, eyes darting across your face for a hint of a lie, of hesitation. He found nothing, only the glimmer of lust in your eyes as you gazed down at him. Your fingers pushed past his soft lips, and he needed no instruction to latch on and suck. If this was the only touch he would get of you, your fingers pumping into his mouth, scissoring his tongue, he’d take it all so greedily to make you regret putting these rules in place. He never broke eye contact, curling and circling his tongue between your pointer and middle fingers, imagining they were the divine petals between your thighs. You were doing the same, feeling the gush of arousal slicken you. You tapped his tongue, signaling a release. He parted his now swollen lips easily, eyes pleading.

“Can I kiss you at least?” Eren rasped, his hands twitching at his sides.

“No,” you placed a contrasting sweet kiss to his forehead in your dark tone. “That would be touching, sweetheart.”

Eren held back a whine, knowing it was futile. He was simply going to have to lay there, and take whatever punishment he had coming, unable to escape it or bring you pleasure amongst it all. If there was a glimmer of hope, it was crushed as he felt your face travel down to his neck. You were in complete control, just as Eren had wanted.

You sucked and licked at his throat, your dry hand coming up to squeeze what skin you weren’t kissing. You trailed your lips down, kissing his entire torso. As much as you wanted to spend the time working Eren up, you had ideas swirling in your head. Eren had no patience with you today, so you weren’t going to have patience with him. Besides, it was sort of cruel to not pay immediate attention to his swollen cock.

Your hand slicked in his saliva wrapped around the base of his length, a sharp intake of breath heard from Eren’s lips. It came out shaky as you began to pump, his precum oozing from his tip and meeting the warm wetness of your fingers. You twisted your hand up and down, beginning to feel the moisture rub away, his spit drying. This was no good, and you continued to kiss down his stomach until your lips met the head of his reddened cock. He hissed as you spat on it, hand spreading it all over. Your tongue slipped past your lips, kitten licking at his tip. Eren couldn’t think straight, and he settled his hands above him to try and keep his grip as far away from you as he could.

It was nearly impossible to not grab your hair and slam you down as your sweet lips parted and you began to suck his fat tip. Eren succeeded though, knuckles white gripping pillows, and he heaved out a groan. You swiped your tongue along his slit, tastebuds soaking up his salty precum. You prodded in just a little bit, sending a shiver up Eren’s spine. Your hand still doing most of the work, you thought you’d up the game by throwing your other hand in the mix. Eren let out a high pitched moan, throwing his head back at the onslaught of attention.

“It’s so fucking cruel I can’t touch you,” he whined yet again, craning his neck to meet your eyes.

You popped your mouth from his head, “I guess I’m going to be downright evil after what I’m about to do.”

Before Eren could respond, your hands moved to his thighs and his cock was swallowed into the back of your throat. He couldn’t stop the noises he was making as you bobbed your head unbelievably fast, sucking him more and more until your nose buried into the neatly kept curls above his shaft. You were trying your hardest not to gag, your throat entirely full, and Eren was trying his hardest not to cum on impact. You pulled back a bit, tears blinked back from your eyes, and returned a single hand to work what you couldn’t reach.

Eren’s thighs tightened, his breathing hitching, “Fuck, I’m getting so close.”

At this reveal, your pace only quickened, full intentions of bringing him to his utmost height. Your cheeks sucked harder, tongue lapping the underside of his length, and you were covered in your own spit. Sloppy and messy, just how Eren liked it. How you seemed to like it, as well.

“Right there, don’t stop, don’t stop,” Eren called out alongside your name, hips bucking into your mouth. Your other hand met the swell of his balls, feeling them tighten up as his release was right there. As Eren let out the first whine to signal his climax, you yanked your hands away and slipped your mouth off with a pop.

He spasmed, too far gone to stop. His dick stood tall, shooting his load onto his stomach, throbbing so hard and so uncomfortably that tears rolled down Eren’s cheeks. You had ruined his orgasm. His cock was leaking clear fluid, his body frustrated with the lack of contact, entirely unsatisfied. His jaw slacked open, eyebrows furrowed as he gazed at you in disbelief.

“That’s what you get for trying to piss me off all day,” you growled, wiping the spit from your mouth with the back of your hand. “Stay right there, Eren.”

You got off the bed, reaching into your bedside table to pull out two objects — a tiny vibrator and a suit tie. You yanked Eren’s hands up, tying them to your headboard. You undressed yourself quickly, revealing your naked body to Eren’s greedy eyes. His dick hadn’t softened, still painfully erect and needy as he subconsciously bucked into the air. You didn’t comment, knowing how bad Eren wanted you and your attention back to his pulsating member. You threw your thighs around his neck, straddling the lower half of his face.

“You want me to touch you?” Eren nodded, tears still pooling in the corners of his eyes. “Make me cum, and I’ll return the favor.”

Easy enough, Eren thought, lolling his tongue out for you to place your glistening folds on. You sat down fully, letting out a moan as your hips circled his mouth, your hands latched into his hair. Eren heard the soft click of the vibrator in your hands, and moved his south south, knowing exactly what it was you were searching for.

You gasped as his tongue penetrated your tight hole, walls fluttering around his wet muscle as you slid the vibrator right up to your clit. If Eren had only had his hands, you wouldn’t need that little toy to satisfy you. He’d be doing all the work, bringing you all your pleasure up to your climax. All Eren’s work, but you didn’t want him to have that satisfaction.

Because this was you, and you were in full control, there was absolutely no point in teasing yourself. You were rewarding yourself, Eren just happened to be a part of the ride, literally. You thought of all the mean words he had said to you today, all the teases and inconveniences. Your hand in his hard gripped harder, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood as you tried to level your moans.

“You pissed me off so fucking bad today,” your head was thrown back as Eren fucked you with his tongue, your hips pressing down harder. “You were so mean. Now look at you, pathetic. Letting me fuck your face like the little brat you are.”

Eren felt his cock twitch, feeling similar waves of humiliation you had felt today. He knew better than to speak, instead, thrusting his tongue even harder into your entrance to show his response. You were right, he had wanted to feel completely powerless under your wrath, wanted you to use him as if he was disposable, to punish him. When he felt your hand leave his hair, feeling the harsh sting of a slap on his chest behind your ass, he was grateful. This is all he wanted, tears brought to his eyes in pure joy.

Your nails dug into his peck, your orgasm fast approaching, “Oh my God, you’re such a good boy, keep going. Oh fuck, Eren I’m about to cum.”

Eren felt pure pride and love swell in his body, ruined by a cold chill of blinding pleasure. No, no, he was not going to cum with no contact, surely? His scrotum tightened, eyes slamming shut. You were going to be livid when you saw the mess he was creating.

Eren’s cock shot thick white ropes into your back, yes, from that far away. It was just all too much, the degradation, it was like your words had been stroking him up the entire time. His body vibrated, but he forced his eyes to open to watch you fall apart above him.

Your wrist flicked fast with the vibrator in hand, feeling your walls clench and tip over the edge. You screamed breathlessly, pushing your entire lower half into Eren’s mouth. Eren could feel the tingle of your toy against his nose, a small goofy smile on his lips as he thought of how funny it would be if he sneezed. You pulled it away quickly though, mind coming back together as you began to worry about how hard you had pushed into his face. Your orgasm slowed, walls contracting at a much lazier pace, and you lifted your hips.

“Good boy,” you praised, eyes full of love as you reached up to untie his hands. “You did such a good job, baby.”

You hadn’t noticed what Eren had done until you felt a cold brush against your lower back and ass. You hand circled around, feeling the wet sticky spots, and your jaw dropped.

“Eren, did you cum from just eating me out?”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it,” he was pleading, shying away from your widened eyes. “Was too much.”

Eren thought you would’ve been furious, instead, a soft laugh echoed in your chest. You moved off of him, laying on your stomach to place a sweet kiss to his lips. He eagerly returned it, happiness tickling throughout his entire body. When you pulled away, you rested your head on his shoulder while his arms circled your waist.

“That’s the hottest thing ever,” you admitted, curling a strand of his hair in your finger.

“I’m going to piss you off more often,” Eren joked lightly, kissing the tip of your nose. “I like this side of you.”

“Please, Eren, don’t. Next time you want me to top, just fucking ask me.”

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sweatygrealish · 3 years

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just a dream (jack grealish x reader)

word count: 1612

warnings: bit angsty.

sorry for any mistakes, I finished this along with a bottle of wine :)

He was sitting opposite you in the living-room, nervously fumbling with the hem of his t-shirt. It was an absolutely odd thing for him to do, and it worried you.

“I need to tell you something,” he began, not being able to look you in the eye. You needed him to say it, as soon as possible, so the emotion that was nearly choking you to unconsciousness could finally break free from your throat.

“What is it, Jack?” You demanded to know, your voice thick with impatience and fear. It was nearly unbearable.

“I slept with someone else.”

There it was. What had been hovering above your relationship for quite a few weeks now was out. It sat there, comfortably, between you and your long term boyfriend of five years, staring at you with a dead serious, almost threatening stare.

“So you don’t love me anymore.” You stated a fact. It wasn’t a question, nor an assumption, just a simple fucking fact.

Jack’s face lost all its colour. His open mouth closed and opened again, you could see him swallow hardly, his Adams apple bobbing up and down.

“Of course I love you, baby. That hasn’t changed, I-“ he tried to continue but you cut him off.

“No, Jack. You don’t. You don’t do something like this to someone you love.” You rose from your seat, noticing how weird your body felt, how much every fibre of your soul was hurting. Almost, your knees gave in, gave up carrying your body’s weight, the weight of your pain. Jack stood up with you, reaching out for your hands, but you were quick to withdraw them.

You walked a few steps back to the living-room door which led to the hall. With trembling hands you got a hold of the baseball bat which you always kept hidden behind the curtain, in case of a burglary when Jack was away. Jack watched with wide, incredulous eyes when you lunged out, aiming for the way too big and expensive TV he always spent too much time in front of anyway.

Shooting Jack one last glance,

you woke up.

Lying on your back, your pyjama and the bed sheets were clinging to your sweaty skin. You could literally see your heartbeat hammering through your chest so furiously it nearly hurt.

You were hurt. Hurt by the man sleeping soundly next to you with his warm hand resting on your belly. His mouth hung slightly open and his eyelashes fluttered delicately with the subtle movements of his eyes beneath closed lids.

6:32 am.

You gulped painfully. Your mouth was dry.

Carefully not to wake your boyfriend, you sneaked out of bed and grabbed a cardigan from the chair next to your dresser, tiptoeing out of the room. You knew Jack’s alarm clock would go off at eight, that gave you 90 minutes to pull yourself together. Of course you didn’t want to let a stupid dream ruin your day.

Upon going downstairs, you couldn’t ignore the urge to check the living-room in order to see if the TV was okay. It was fine. Everything was fine. You kept repeating the sentence inside your head like a mantra before brewing yourself a cup of tea.

Jack opened his eyes just two minutes before his alarm would wake him up. He grumbled something before discovering your empty, cold half of the bed. He sat up and frowned- you were usually up before him but most of the time, especially on a Saturday, he would wake up to you reading a book or checking your phone.

His gruff morning voice called out your name but no response came. Jack sighed and shuffled into the bathroom to get ready, hoping to find you downstairs when he was finished.

He did. You were in the middle of making breakfast, the heavenly smell of eggs wafted through the hall when he entered the kitchen, smiling.

“G’mornin’ love.”

“Good morning,” you half smiled, letting him pull you into his side.

“You’re up early,” he pointed out as he gratefully accepted a cup of tea from you, adding, “didn’t sleep well?”

He really knew you like the back of his hand. There wasn’t a chance you could hide something from him.

“Just woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep.” You couldn’t look at him any more, afraid to give away too many of your thoughts. Worrying him about something like a stupid nightmare wasn’t something you were keen on doing right before an important training session of his.

You noticed he wasn’t satisfied with your answer, so you quickly handed him a plate with eggs on toast before he could ask any further questions.

“Thanks, you’re the best,” he smiled before his soft lips brushed your cheek.

During breakfast you had the strange feeling he was eyeing you very carefully. You hardly looked up from your plate to avoid any awkward moments or questions. For the first time in years, you just wanted him to leave for training so you could manage sorting your thoughts and emotions. You weren’t able to do that when he was staring at you from across the dining table, probably wondering what the fuck was wrong with you.

He knew something was definitely wrong. He wasn’t stupid. Maybe he was lacking intelligence as in cognition and logic, conversely his emotional intelligence was impressively high. So when it was time for him to go, your pulse quickened inevitably once again.

“You sure you’re okay?” Jack searched your face for any kind of hint, a blink of an eye, a frown, a wrinkle. But you kept it under control, nodding and just swallowing everything instead of spitting it out. You were sure it would all go away eventually before he came home in the afternoon.

“Alright. See you later. Miss you already.” He pecked your lips, mouth lingering a little too long for such an innocent kiss, and briefly tapped your nose with his index finger.

“Yeah, enjoy training.” Your reply was half-hearted and both of you were aware. Jack smiled awkwardly and approached the door, unsure weather to assure himself once more that, apparently, nothing was wrong. He decided against it, waving one last time, before shutting the door behind him.

Training was tough. Jack checked the time unusually often along with his phone for a message from you. A life sign, any sign to soothe his nerves. But- nothing. It was just agonizing- being absolutely sure that something wasn’t quite right but being absolutely clueless about what it could be.

He couldn’t run as fast as he wanted, couldn’t kick the ball as hard as he wanted, couldn’t mess around with his team mates.

All he wanted was get home to you, engulf you in his arms for the entire night and stroke your hair.

Finally it was time to go home. Jack was annoyed that he had to run some errands before eventually getting home, time that separated him from you furthermore. Stupid errands like stopping for gas and picking up his suit from the dry cleaners.

His pulse was racing unusually fast at parking the car in the driveway. Because he didn’t know what to expect, a feeling of insecurity was spreading in his chest.

Jack opened the front door and found the house practically silent, and for a split second he wondered if you were even there. After having closed the door he was able to make out a sound from the kitchen that could’ve been music from the distance. In search of the source, he strode through the rooms until he reached the back garden. He spotted you huddled up in a blanket with a glass of wine in hand, staring into the distance.

“Hey.”

Your head turned towards him with a weak smile.

“Hey.”

“Can I join you?”

You simply nodded, making some space for him on the lounger. For a moment, you just sat there in silence.

“I’m sorry,” you suddenly said, nearly whispered.

Jack looked at you, his eyes full of worry.

“I’m sorry for being so distant today. It wasn’t fair on you. I’ve had a nightmare last night. You told me that you’d slept with someone else.”

Your words were lingering in the air like puffed out cigarette smoke. Jack didn’t know what to do, all the things he wanted to say weren’t coming together into a proper sentence. So instead, he wrapped both his arms tightly around you and pulled you into him.

It was the best reaction to your “confession” you could’ve wished for. Sometimes, silence indeed spoke louder than words.

“You know I’d never do that to you. Don’t you?” Jack whispered after a while.

A single tear rolled down your cheek, landing on his hand, “I know.”

You were still looking straight ahead, feeling his burning gaze on your face, not yet able to face him fully.

“Nightmares suck,” Jack muttered against your temple, his thumb stroking circles on the back of your hand, “everything’s alright, love. I’m here for you.”

In that moment, you were so thankful for him, so so thankful. You broke free from his grasp slightly to look into his hopeful eyes. There was a sparkle in them, along with one particular emotion, so visible it was impossible to miss.

Love.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you this morning. I felt stupid.”

Jack’s big, strong hands framed your face as he knocked his forehead against yours.

“It’s fine.” As soon as the words had left his lips, he kissed you tenderly, gently sucking your bottom lip. Without hesitation you kissed him back, sighing deeply in happiness.

You really were so lucky to have him.

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baelikescatsduh · 2 years

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Amy Yamada HCS (mostly not canon!!!)

has anybody noticed how when the police ask gwen about her dreams they mention bruce having a younger sister, amy yamada?? literally ive seen nothing on her so like, im gonna put down some hcs now. our girl amy needs some love!!

i cant say all of this is canon but ill try to keep it realistic!

TWS: Swearing

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⭑amy has shoulder-length, raven black hair. she has choppy bangs too (gotta keep the aesthetic!!)

⭑ in my opinion i feel like gwen and amy are around the same age, so like 11 or 12, around there. i'd say they're in 5th or 6th grade, probably.

⭑ usually just throws on a colorful long-sleeve shirt and black baggy jeans, nothin' too special.

⭑girlie admires her older brother so bad, anything he's interested in shes interested in, and whatever sport he plays she plays aswell.

⭑ so yeah, she does softball. and shes actually pretty good at it too-

⭑ home girl has a huge talent in art, whenever you hand her a paint brush and a few water colors she can make a bob ross replica.

⭑ shes semi popular too, just like her brother. shes cool with everyone, but has a few enemies. ⭑ shares only homeroom and science with gwen, but they both still have a great fuckin time whenever theyre together. the teacher just sighs as she watches the two walk into her class, laughing their heads off and nudging eachother.

⭑ gwen and amy will take turns staying at eachothers houses, finney 99% of the time braiding hair with the two whenever amy stays at gwen's house.

⭑ amy doesnt mind finneys presence at all, and she might have a small crush on finney. shes told bruce about this, and he's definitely told finney abt it 😭😭 amy tackled bruce from behind when finney ended up telling her what her brother said, cursing at him in japanese.

⭑ バカ野郎! なぜフィニーに彼が好きだと言ったの? あなたはそのようなお尻ブルースです！(you idiot! why did you tell finney i liked him? you're such an ass bruce!)

⭑ bruce and amy both have a really close relationship with eachother, they both tell eachother EVERYTHING. from what a girl in amy's class said about her to bruce accidently whacking some kid in the eye with his baseball bat, they're both there for eachother.

⭑ on the topic of baseball, amy goes to every single baseball game bruce has. if she misses one of his games its either because she's super sick or grounded. if she has homework she just does it on the bleachers while bruce's team is in the dugout.

⭑ same thing with bruce, he goes to her softball games and will stay in the softball field after everyone's left to practice batting and shit.

⭑ and when they're both done with their games theyll either go get drinks at the grab n go or get some milkshakes. theres been a time or two when the siblings saw vance playing his pinball machine and amy dared bruce to flirt with vance.

⭑ bruce doesnt back down to no one, so he went up behind vance and complimented his "beautiful ocean eyes". vance stared at bruce like he was a fucking demon and lost his pinball score because he was too busy giving bruce a death glare.

⭑ "you have beautiful ocean eyes, vance." "....what the fuck."

⭑ amy still makes fun of him for it, and its like an inside joke for them. vance hasnt dared to look at bruce since.

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hopefully this wasn't too shitty, but i needed to post somethin for yall. im not too good with hcs, but im tryin yall i swear😭😭😭

#the black phone #bruce yamada #vance hopper #amy yamada #gwen blake #finney blake #baseball #softball #headcannons

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dilucsrevenge · 3 years

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i have genuinely no title that i can come up with besides just jumping into this.

warnings: this is literally all smut. all of it. knife play, breath play and heavy choking, degradation, bondage and finger sucking.

this honestly is just destroying sub diluc. that's it that's the plot

gender neutral (like VERY neutral) top!reader and sub!diluc as we deserve.

wc: 1,767

nsfw warning under the cut

Your hand was firmly placed at the base of Diluc’s throat, your fingers pressing into the sides of his neck to constrict the airflow going to his brain. You practically reveled in the blissed-out look on his face, his cheeks flushed and a smile on his lips as his eyes slowly closed in ecstasy from the feeling of you choking him.

“Look at you, so desperate for me to take your breath away from you. Such a whore for me.” You whispered out to the red-head below you, a soft whimper coming from him as you loosened your grip on his throat.

Your fingers traced over the handcuffs that had Diluc bound to the headboard, humming a soft song under your breath while your nails dug into the skin of his wrists. You felt him shifting underneath you and you immediately pulled your hand away from him, an eyebrow raised as you looked down at the desperate man underneath you.

“Did I give you permission to move, Diluc?” You questioned him sternly, using your position of straddling his waist to force your weight down on him to pin him to the mattress.

You weren’t satisfied with the simple shake of his head that he answered with, so you grabbed the small knife that had been sitting on the bedside table to press the tip of the blade to the underside of his chin, tipping his head up to force him to look you in the eyes.

“You will answer me when you are questioned. Do you understand me?” You subtly admired his features as you spoke, watching the bob of his throat as he swallowed while listening to you.

“Yes, Master. I understand. You did not give me permission to move.” His voice was soft and shaky, his gaze quickly flicking from the knife in your hand back up to you within seconds.

You let the blade rest on his chest after he spoke. satisfied with how quickly he submitted to you once again. You had Diluc wrapped around your fingers, sometimes quite literally. Watching the man below you was invigorating for you; to see his cheeks flushed and to be able to see how desperate he was for you just from the way he watched you just made you want to break him even more.

Diluc was even more beautiful when he was laid out on any various surfaces or furniture that you’d pin him down on, but you couldn’t deny that having him spread out and tied up to a bed had to be your favorite view. The way his red hair splayed out against the white sheets caused him to look like a blazing fire, and you’d almost believe it based on the heat radiating his body with every touch of your own.

“I want to hear you, Diluc. Tell me what you need. Let me indulge you in something that you want so desperately. Be a good boy for me.” You picked up the blade again, tracing the outline of his jaw with the dull side of the blade, just barely grazing his skin.

It was obvious to you that Diluc was at a loss for words, as he always was whenever you praised him. His brain could never process all the pleasure from your touch plus the pleasure he would feel each time you told him how good he was doing for you. Even if the praise came to him as a demand, it still got to his head quicker than he’d like to admit. For someone that seemed so in control in his everyday life, he was more than willing to submit to you in seconds when your hands were wrapped around his throat.

“I want…” he watched your reaction to his words, his eyes widening as he realized he wasn’t fully answering how you wanted him to, “I… no, I need you. I need your hands on me and I need you to make me cry out your name.”

Diluc’s response was more than satisfying for you, just the look on his face was pure desperation and the tone of his voice just made it how obvious he was begging for you to do anything to him. You pushed a few strands of his hair off his forehead, a gentle laugh passing by your lips as you watched Diluc tipping his head towards your touch.

“You are such a desperate little whore for me, aren’t you?” Your hand found its place back on Diluc’s throat, squeezing your fingers softly against the sides of his neck. “Tell me how much of a whore you are for me and maybe I’ll consider letting you cum.”

The look of shock on his face at your words was all you needed to know that you had broken him down more than you had already. The blown-out look in his eyes quickly changed to one past desperation you had ever seen from him before, the look in his eyes was something you’d remember even when he was away from you.

“Please, you have to let me cum. I deserve it more than anything and you know it. I’m your desperate whore and I just need your touch. I need to feel you.” Diluc was rambling faster than you could make out his words, his hands balled up in fists in what you were certain was an attempt to keep himself from moving more than you’d allow.

If you hadn’t been desperate yourself to hear him moaning your name, you would’ve kept this going longer but you were more than ready to get your hands on him. Your free hand immediately moved to tease your fingers up and down the inside of his thigh, eventually wrapping around his cock when you felt him shivering from your touch underneath you. The hand that had been placed around his throat now caressed his jawline, the pad of your thumb brushing against Diluc’s bottom lip.

“Open up,” you sternly spoke out to Diluc, stilling the movement of your hand on his length until he parted his lips enough for you to slip your fingers into his mouth, “good boy.”

With his acceptance of your fingers into his mouth, you instantly picked up the pace of your hand around his cock, watching the man underneath you as his moans vibrated against your fingers. Diluc slightly tipped his head to the side, looking up at you with a pleading look on his face that you knew was the look he gave when he wanted to speak and needed you to remove your fingers from his mouth.

“Be, uh, be rougher with me this time. Please.” Diluc was shy with his request, he had never asked for you to be rougher with him before so you didn’t push to get him to be more assertive with his words.

You indulged him without any hesitation, tightening the grip of your hand on his cock and slowing down the pace. Your free hand tightly gripped his jaw, forcing his mouth open for you to be able to lean over him and spit in his mouth, forcing his mouth shut for him to get the clue to swallow. You gave his cheek a gentle slap, earning an approving groan from him in return which encouraged you to give his other cheek a slightly harsher slap.

There was a devious smirk on Diluc’s face, small hums of pleasure coming from him between the moans of your name as your hand stroked his length at a quick pace. You knew he was getting close just from the neediness in his whimpers, but you wanted to drag this out as long as you could to get the most out of him as possible. Your hand that wasn’t wrapped around his length found its place once again around Diluc’s throat, digging your fingers into the side of his neck tighter than you had all night. Diluc instantly gasped at the sudden grip, his eyes wide as he stared up at you. Keeping eye contact was part of your routine whenever you choked Diluc, your safe word with him was him blinking three times in case he couldn’t speak.

“You’re doing so good for me, Diluc. You’re so good.” You whispered out to him as you watched tears form in the corners of his eyes, as soon as he blinked three times you removed your hand from Diluc’s throat, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead gently. “You’re so pretty when you cry.”

The overwhelming praise and fast movement of your hand against him were enough for Diluc, and he instantly came into the palm of your hand and on his stomach. You didn’t slow down the pace of your hand around Diluc’s length until he was whimpering and asking for you to slow down. Without any hesitation you brought your cum-covered fingers and pressed them past his lips, watching him closely as he cleaned off the digits in his mouth.

“You are the prettiest boy, Diluc. Thank you for letting me do this for you.” You peppered his face with kisses, trailing down to his neck to press a light kiss to the slowly forming bruises on his neck from your grip.

After you were done making sure he wasn’t in pain, you moved up off the bed to the bathroom to grab a washcloth, soaking it lightly in water so you were able to clean off Diluc’s stomach and your hand. You brought back a glass of water for Diluc, handing it to him as you touched him delicately, you may be more than okay with being rough with him in bed but outside of the bedroom, there wasn’t a single thing you’d want to do to cause him any pain.

“Is there anything else you need, Diluc? I can get it for you.” You walked back to the bathroom with the now empty glass of water and dirty washcloth, grabbing one of Diluc’s warmer blankets to crawl up onto the bed and drape it over him.

His eyes were half-closed as he hummed out and shook his head, his arms quickly wrapping around your waist to pull you close to his body. “Need nothing except for your presence.”

Diluc fell asleep exactly like this, his head resting on your chest and your fingers gently twirling strands of his hair around your fingers. Seeing Diluc with his walls down like this was a reward in itself. You knew that no one got to see Diluc like this, and it made it even more special to you.

#video games #genshin impact #diluc ragnvindr #diluc genshin impact #dilucxreader #diluc x reader #diluc writing #diluc smut #sub!diluc x dom!reader #sub! diluc #sub!diluc #gn reader #gn!reader #dom! reader #dom!reader #sub diluc rights perhaps #my writing #.txt

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urmindisastreamofcolors · 3 years

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Greta Van Fleet One Shots: How You Meet

T/W: Mentions of a car wreck

Josh:

It was an unexpected turn of events, but Josh liked to refer to it as universal intervention. Every morning you walked ten minutes down the street to your favorite coffee shop to get something heavily caffeinated before holing yourself up in your art studio for the rest of the day. This morning activity had gone past routine a long time ago and had quickly become ritual. You had found out that walk was a great way for you to start your day for sculpting with clay.

One rainy fall morning right before Halloween, you were surprised to see four young guys milling around the coffee shop seeming to enjoy the atmosphere while they discussed various pieces of art from local artists lining the walls. A few of the pieces of photography were yours from when you visited the Grand Canyon a couple summers ago, but since then, your attention had been focused on pottery.

After a steaming latte was firmly secured in your hand and a hefty tip left for the baristas, you began to make your way back to the door as you planned out your day mentally. Before you could grab the door handle, one of the shorter guys from the group with curly hair quickly held the door for you with a breathtaking smile. You hadn’t been into photography in years, but you would’ve died on the spot to have captured that grin on camera.

You offered your thanks quickly as you your face was suddenly on fire. He had to of known you were staring, but what you didn’t know was the he had been staring since you entered the coffee shop.

“Hey! Wait! What’s your name,” the young man called after you as you stepped outside onto the sidewalk. The morning light made him squint his deep brown eyes as he stared at you, waiting on an answer.

“I’m y/n,” you answered shyly as you pushed a stray piece of hair out of your face and nearly slapped yourself when you realized you totally forgot to ask his. Before you could open your mouth, he had already beat you the punch and leaned back against the building with his arms crossed and a confident grin on his face.

“So, y/n....do you come here often?”

Danny:

The music was so loud that you were sure your head would burst. You could feel the beat of the music in your the center of your chest as you sipped on your drink. Your friend, y/f/n, was friends with a drummer for a pretty famous band and they extended an invitation to their house party to kick off their new album release. While you though Greta Van Fleet was a weird name for a rock n’ roll band, you did like their music.

Bob Seger blared through the house as you continued the search for your friend. The body heat from the crowd was coming off in waves and making you feel dizzy. You were just ready to leave, but you couldn’t leave your friend behind. A tap on your shoulder had you turning quickly coming face to face with a tall guy with long black hair who offered you a friendly smile.

“Hey! I’m Danny. I’m friend’s with y/f/n too! She’s been looking all over for you,” he yelled over the music as he pointed in the direction of your friend who was jumping up and down trying to get your attention. You and Danny laughed as some random guy with long hair and a pink shirt started doing the same thing to make fun of her.

“That’s Sam. He’s my best friend. It’s getting to be a bit much in here, so we’re all going to step out for a few minutes if you would like to join. Unfortunately, I don’t know everyone here tonight and I don’t want to leave you by yourself,” Danny yelled over the music with a kind look on his face.

“Yeah! That would be great! I was actually getting a bit overwhelmed, so I’m glad you’re here dude,” you shouted back as you placed your hand in the crook of his offered elbow. As you two made your way to the edge of the room where your friends were waiting, people stumbled over each other to get your way and were yelling and patting Danny on the back. A sudden realization ran through body as you felt your eyes widen at the idea that this was the Danny from Greta Van Fleet.

Sam:

You and Ronnie had been best friends for as long as you two could remember which meant her brothers annoyed you as much as they did her. Throughout your high school years, you honestly didn’t have a crush on any of them but found their friendship to be as irreplaceable as Ronnie’s.

Once they made their big debut, you didn’t see them often and you and Ronnie both attended different colleges. In fact, you had a once in a lifetime opportunity to study abroad and couldn’t pass it up.The miles between you and Ronnie didn’t matter and you talked every single day and normally face-timed too. Any updates on the boys came from her or Karen. You did miss hanging out in the garage on the weekends and playing pranks, but as the days turned into years, you didn’t think much more of it.

Finally, you were able to go home for a much needed visit after your year abroad and apparently, Ronnie and the boys would be home at the same time too. Quickly, you all made plans to hang out at the first possible moment and you were jittery with excitement on your flight back to US.

After taking a couple days to catch up on some much needed rest, you were finally able to go hang out at the Kiszka house. When you got there, you didn’t even knock on the door and waltzed straight into the living room like you had always done. Ronnie and the boys were sprawled all over the furniture with the exception of Danny who always preferred the floor. Hearing your entrance, Ronnie let out a scream as she lept over the back of the couch and literally sent you sprawling to the ground with her on top of you.

“Okay-Ronnie-Ronnie! Let go of my neck! I can’t breathe,” you croaked out as the only Kiszka girl finally loosened her death grip and helped you up. All the boys got up next to give you a quick hug, but you noticed one missing.

“Where’s Sammy,” you asked as your heard his feet hitting the steps on his way down. With a huge grin, he made his way over to get a hug, but you felt yourself swallow quickly as you willed yourself not to blush. Little Sammy had apparently grown up on tour and Sam was the one approaching you with his arms outstretched. Giving you a tight squeeze, you could smell his shampoo from his long hair and willed your heart to slow down.

You had never had a crush on any of Ronnie’s brothers, but that had quickly changed in less than a minute.

Jake:

The radio was still playing as you hung upside down in your car. Your seat belt was the only thing holding you in place. You could taste the blood in your mouth and salty tears and blood ran into your hairline. Adrenaline was pumping through your veins as you scanned your surroundings and tried to remember how you ended up in the current situation, but nothing immediately came to mind which made you cry harder. You were sobbing when you could hear voices drifting through the shattered windshield.

Despite the pain in your ribs and the tightness of the seat belt, you let out a blood curdling screech that ended in hiccups and sobs. A few moments later, you heard hurried footsteps and gravel crunching..

“Josh! Call 911!”

“Damn! How are we going to get her out? Should we move her?”

“I don’t know! Did anyone get that license plate? She was ran off the road!”

The voices blurred together and your eyes felt heavy. They began to flutter shut when a guy with long hair and a worried expression stuck his head in your car from the busted passenger side window.

“Hey! Stay awake! I know you’re tired, but you have to stay awake. What’s your name,” he asked gently as he wiggled into the car and grabbed on of your hands. The calluses were a drastic difference to your soft palms and he absentmindedly ran his thumb over the back of your hand.

“Y/n. It’s y/n,” you stuttered out.

“It’s nice to meet you. Help’s on the way, okay? I’m Jacob, but I go by Jake. I wish we had met in better circumstances, but you have super pretty eyes,” he said with a soft smile.

“I’m scared, Jake,” you said as a new flood of tears ran into your hairline.

“I know. I’m going to stay right here. You’re not alone. I promise,” Jake said with sincerity as he continued to comfort you.

On the verge of bleeding out, you honestly were wondering if he wasn’t your guardian angel.

#greta van fleet #greta van fleet oneshots #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #danny wagner #howyoumeetoneshot #gvf #josh gvf #jake gvf #sammy kiszka #sammy gvf #danny gvf

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ushidoux · 3 years

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False Intimacy - Oikawa x Reader

Summary: You’re an escort that is quite good at her job but one particular client happens to catch you a bit off guard. (~1.9k words)

Warnings: minors dni, nsfw, fem pronouns, fem!reader, escort!reader, implied dom/sub dynamics, hurt/comfort

A/N: Ngl I was gonna write mean dom oikawa just cuz and then it got ~deep~ i’m sorry lmao

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It was a colder night than usual in Buenos Aires, or maybe it was just the slight chill that ran up your spine when you remembered your client’s phone call just a couple of hours ago.

Please arrive at 8 pm sharp. I’m not a fan of tardy people~

His voice was honeyed before he cut off the phone abruptly - smooth and sweet as though masking some unpalatable part of his personality you hadn’t quite detected.

Not that you would put your guard down anyway; most of the men you dealt with, either the extraordinarily rich, terribly famous, or some wretched combination of the two, were in some way dangerous. They all seemed to thrive on the same idea: that they had some power over others, and this could manifest in anything ranging from bratty behavior to a god complex.

But you could deal with these things well, you had been in the business for long enough. Oikawa Tooru was no problem.

He must have watched you arrive because the moment you stepped before his hotel room, taking a moment to adjust your hair and check on your makeup in a compact mirror before knocking, you heard the door swing open.

“You follow directions. Delightful,” he almost whispered, a sly smile on his face, shrouded in dark due to the paucity of light generated from a single lamp in his hotel room.

Had he been waiting, or was it the fact that he knew you wouldn’t disobey him?

You nodded.

“I’m quite compliant when I want to be,” you emphasized, in the sultry voice you reserve for meetings like this.

Oikawa’s smirk grew even wider. Hook, line and sinker.

With the lack of continuation to your opening banter, you now started to wonder why he wasn’t moving; his frame, larger than you had expected in person, lingered in the doorway, seemingly blocking it and he made no indication of letting you inside.

This was strange. Usually, it didn’t take long for your clients to undress you and have their way, at the very least a quickie before you actually went out with them, especially if they were having you meet first before the venue. There was a pause where you took a deep breath, trying your best not to look as disconcerted as you felt. What was he doing?

Oikawa was still staring at you, but not in the way your other patrons ogled you as though you were a piece of meat, nothing more than a purchased pussy. He stared at you with greed as though you were the most precious item in a set, and he were preparing to introduce his prized collection to a waiting crowd.

If it were an attempt to fluster you, you had to admit that he was close.

But not quite.

“Shall we advance to our location then?” You asked, sweetly.

There was something like a snort that he made, derisive and slightly maddening. You raised an eyebrow reflexively, but instead gave him a wide, somewhat vapid smile.

Good customer service. Men like him love power.

“Oh, are we planning to be fashionably late, Mr. Oikawa?” You said, tapping a finger to your lip and furrowing your eyebrows as though you were trying oh so very hard to think.

“We’ll get there when we get there,” he replied. To your relief, he did finally lead you into the hotel room, into a wide suite that illuminated upon the clap of his hands, revealing a modern open plan setup with white on white furniture, fully glass windows that gazed onto the city skyline and bossa nova playing quietly from a speaker. You had barely heard the music it since you had been so focused on him.

Knowing that he was not a native of this country, you considered teasing him to re-stabilize power dynamics.

“This is Argentina, not Brazil, you know,” you teased, as you gently set yourself down on the edge of his couch.

He was the one to raise an eyebrow this time, as he circled around the bar island across from the living room.

“I mean about the music,” you said, with a soft laugh. He smiled.

“Of course.”

A pop of a wine bottle opening disrupted the tension between you two even further, and you crossed and uncrossed your legs with mild discomfort while watching him pour two glasses of red wine for the two of you.

“What’s your name again, darling? I have awful manners,” he said.

You had the impression he was lying, but still you repeated your name for him.

“It’s a beautiful name,” he crooned as he handed you your drink.

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If it weren’t for the fact that you’d watched him like a hawk as he poured out your glass of wine, you would have thought that he’d drugged you.

But you weren’t exactly drunk - not in the typical sense, but there was an altering of the senses that seemed to overcome you as the night progressed. Between the flashes of the camera as party guests filed in, a particularly lavish dinner, drinks, and a too-short dance where Oikawa literally whisked you off your feet, you were starting to feel less professional and more… needy.

You guarded your heart well normally, so this was a new feeling for you, the sudden overwhelming need to fulfill your contract in the fullest.

Quite frankly, by the time you had made it back into his private car, you were absolutely itching to be fucked. It didn’t help that Oikawa had grown comfortable enough over time with you to place the palm of his hand on your bare knee, his fingertips grazing your inner thigh.

He wasn’t looking at you by now, but your eyes were absolutely transfixed on him. He was talking on the phone quietly in an even Japanese, as though you weren’t even there, and by the sound of his soft laughter, his conversation must have been pleasant.

The little bit of warmth between your legs as his hand suddenly moved up your thigh and then back down could only be called distressing.

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“Did you enjoy yourself?”

Did you or are you? The fact that he was asking this, while kneeling between your legs, slender fingers gripped on both sides of your shaking legs, and licking slow, languid strokes from the opening of your vagina to your clit made it unfair for him to expect you to answer.

His kisses were slow in between questions and through waves of pleasure as his lips pressed against your privates, you managed to eke out a “yes.”

It felt wrong to be feeling like this, inappropriate as though you were using him rather than him using you. As his tongue dipped into your center, you even dared to let out a soft moan, which only encouraged him to plunge in deeper, tightening his hold on you as you threatened to clamp your legs shut.

“Calm down,” he ended up growling suddenly, and your stomach stirred with excitement. A sound so animalistic didn’t sound fitting for a man as elegant and soft-looking as him. In an attempt to mollify the sudden tension he could feel permeating your entire body in anxiety, he whispered, “Don’t worry, you’ll return the favor soon enough. Plus, you taste delicious.”

Your heart fluttered.

Once he’d savored you to his fill, he rose to stand between your legs, inserting those same meticulous fingers into your pussy before leaning over to transfer the taste of your own fluids to your lips.

How can he be so tender to a stranger? You thought briefly, as you melted into his kiss. You were getting carried away, down in dangerous, dangerous territory.

His hands kept working as his tongue teased yours.

Shifting quickly from pussy to the mounds of your breasts, his hands continued to massage your body while your lips remained locked, until he maneuvered himself on top of you. A warm, hard cock laid pressed against your belly and his, igniting more fire between you.

Put it in, put it in, your body seemed to scream, but you knew better than to demand. You’re here to deliver fantasies, not indulge in one, even if Oikawa did not seem to get the memo.

He made your toes curl and your spine curve before flipping you over so that you lay atop of him.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, looking up at you as sincerely as one does an old lover. It was at this moment that you found yourself leaning forward to initiate the kiss before stopping yourself.

Distance was needed desperately. Remember, this was not a man who loved you.

You broke your demure act (which wasn’t really much of an act anymore) to pull back gently against the weight of his amorous stare, and slid downwards so that you could wrap your lips around his cock instead.

A blowjob is much less intimate, you told yourself. But you didn’t jump quite to that immediately.

Steadying your hand, now trembling almost as much as your heart was (what the hell was going on?), around his readied shaft, you glided your hand back and forth, aided by a few drops of precum leaking from the head and a generous amount of spit. You focused on his well-developed abs, not his eyes that were squeezing shut and the pretty mouth that groaned softly with every movement.

He was entirely too pretty for his, or your own good.

Why not a real partner? You wondered for a moment who you were standing in for. He touched you all too tenderly to be someone who cavorted casually.

Even as you took him in your mouth, and his fingers made their way into your hair, tugging gently and praising you for how good you worked him up, bobbing your head up and down like the expect you were, you found yourself wondering.

You took him deep enough to the point that you had to suppress a gag a couple times, and feeling the tightening of his grasp of your locks, you knew you did a good job.

“Fuck, baby, just like that.”

You considered maybe getting him to finish like this, in your mouth, so that you could go on your merry way and get as far away from this man that was already getting in your head as soon as possible, but he was pushing you off of him gently before you could get far enough. You ended up under him yet again, faster than you could bear.

His cock nudging its way against your folds on its way to your entrance made you shudder, and then he pushed inside you with another groan that was disgustingly beautiful.

Every thrust inside you felt like heaven but twisted; it felt far too self indulgent the way he wrapped his arms around you as his hips rolled against yours. He moaned your name, the name he asked for just hours ago, too familiarly as though he’d known you for a decade. The rhythmic slap of his skin against yours was hypnotic and you almost ascended as his arms raise your legs to dig into you deeper.

It’s too intimate, far from transactional, the explosive way you came around his cock, clawing at his markless back as you writhed around him, riding the wave of your orgasm. He pulled himself into a sitting position as you came, carrying you with him and holding you tightly as he followed shortly after.

You could feel his cock twitch inside you.

And finally, you swore you could hear the name of the person he truly loved mumbled into the crook of your neck.

In response, you cling to him just a little bit longer.

#oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa imagine #oikawa smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #not sfw #fic: false intimacy #mae.writing #hqintheclub

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jisungsplatforms · 3 years

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Pairing: Lee Felix x succubus! reader

Genre: NSFW! smut

CW: use of religious themes (do not read if sensitive to this topic)

Warnings: Mature content! language, implied wet dreams, oral sex (m. rec), degrading, corruption kink, implied public sex at the end, religious Felix going through 139380 thoughts of self-conflict but ultimately his curious horny side wins

*just small reminder that the acts that will take place in this fic is all consensual!

Felix believed that he has always been a good boy.

He has never done any bad. Never lied, never let jealousy over take him, never let greed consume him. He has never even given into the temptation of lust. The ideal young man, if his parents do say so themselves. So why was he cursed to have such ungodly nights?

Lately, Felix had been experiencing some rather strange dreams. Every night, the silhouette of a person appears. Each scenario different from the one prior, but always ending with him pinned down onto the floor of the altar by the silhouette. It was disgusting. Immoral. Sinful.

Oh how much he hated to admit that he was infatuated.

The heels of his shoes thumped as he walked down the carpeted floor of the cathedral. Stopping right in front of the altar, Felix sighed guiltily, staring up on the large wooden crucifix hanging on the wall. He was anxious. He thought that he didn’t deserve to be anywhere near the presence of the Lord. Taking a few steps back before fully turning around, Felix walked down from the short flight of stairs to the wooden pews, wanting to sit on the left side of the second row. He cautiously sat down, looking around in search of his priest. Not finding a single trace of any human contact in the old building, he grunted, deciding to lower down the kneeler to pray to pass some time.

Felix took a deep breath, inhaling the strong scent of the church’s candles; which he, in his honest opinion, rather disliked due to the aroma being way too suffocating for his sensitive nose. He closed his eyes, letting his forehead rest on his clasped hands. He quietly mumbled his desperate attempt for forgiveness until he heard footsteps echoing behind him. At first he ignored them, wanting to finish off his prayer, til he felt a strong presence beside him.

“Hello.”

He looked up to see you, smiling at him with radiance. He felt himself blush. “Oh- uh. Hello?” Felix stuttered. He mentally slapped himself for feeling so nervous around you. You giggled warmly, finding him adorable.

“I’m sorry for interrupting you. Please, just continue on with your prayer,” you spoke softly as you went to sit on the row infront of him. Felix nodded, going back to resume praying. In reality, however, he couldn’t even finish; he just wanted an excuse to not make conversation with you, the encounter way too awkward. for him. “Are you alright?” he heard you ask. He snapped his head up to see you looking at him worriedly.

“Yes!” He cringed at the way his voice cracked. “I mean, yes. I just feel a little...stiff. That’s all.”

You hummed in response. “Is it because of the terrible nightmares you’ve been experiencing?”

Felix gasped. “How did-?”

“I could feel your aura,” you laughed. “You’re uneasy. You feel like you’ve committed a terrible sin, don’t you?”

“Y-yeah! Wow how did-?”

“I’m the reason you’ve been having those dreams,” you smirked. Your once warm, welcoming aura turned ominous. Felix’s expression morphed into one of curiosity and fear.

“Wh-what?”

“Poor little Felix,” you grinned sinisterly. “Was as pure as child’s laugh now as corrupted and filthy as the earth you walk on.” You stood up, your shadow looming over Felix’s trembling form. Now he knew why your presence felt so familiar, it was because he was consumed by it every night. He slowly looked up to see your seductive smirk.

He gulped. “Are you-?”

“Y/n. At least, that’s the human name I go by, doll.” You stretched your arm out to caress his freckled face. Goosebumps erupted all over his skin. A pang of excitement shot down between his legs. You giggled, “Oh?”

Felix looked down in humiliation, already knowing what triggered your reaction. You slid out of the pew to where the flustered boy was at. “What’s this baby boy? Already excited from the bare minimum?” You scoffed. “How pathetic.”

He didn’t know his the tears stinging his eyes were from fear, embarrassment, or sexual frustration. You sat beside him and whispered, “Did you really think that going to this worthless place would cleanse you of your sins? Having a confessional with a priest—or, better yet, even talking to the big guy himself?” You giggled darkly, roughly grabbing his face. “That’s all full of shit.”

Felix stuttered, “Why? Why me? What have I done to deserve this?” You threw your head back, laughing almost maniacally.

“What did you do? Nothing!” Your eyes crinkled as you smiled widely. “You were just such a darling young man that I just had to have you. Call it a corruption kink, if you will.” You licked your lips, watching him cower. You could feel the mix of fear and arousal surge throughout his body. “How would you like it if I grant you the pleasure of materializing your desires?”

“Materialize- what desires?”

“You know what I’m talking about, baby boy,” you sang, caressing his thigh. “After months of feeding off of you in your slumber, don’t you want to feel the real thing?”

“Uh- huh? N-no! I-”

You hushed him. “No more talking now, doll. Let me have my treat,” you giggled as you slowly sank down to your knees.

All Felix could do was watch as you kissed his inner thighs. He licked his lip, conflicted. This is a demon for fucks sake! He is a child of God— he should not let the temptation of an antichrist overpower him! That thought was trashed as soon as you kissed his throbbing member. Felix hissed, not expecting the feeling to be so good. You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“What? Poor little virgin thought that felt good?” you sneered. “Baby, that was nothing.” You chuckled as you undid his pants. Felix lifted his hips to help you painstakingly slide his pants down slowly. You bit your lip, eyeing the small wet patch on his boxer-briefs.

“Oh just wait until you feel the real thing,” you teased, licking his dick over the cloth. His breath hitched, a pitiful whine threatening to come out. You giggled sadistically, moving back just a smidge to literally rip his underwear off of him. Caught off guard, Felix jolted, eyes shot open in astonishment. He wanted to get mad that you’ve just blatantly ruined a piece of his clothing until he felt your tongue run across his penis. He moaned unabashedly, the feeling of your skilled tongue licking him up drove him mad— it nearly made him forget that he was still in church, just casually getting a blowjob from a succubus.

You smiled, looking up at his blissed face. Your tongue glided on the long vein on his cock, the feeling triggering him to buck his hips. He let out a deep, raspy moan, sweat already forming on his forehead. You licked that particular vein a few more times until you felt bored. Wanting more, your red tinted lip wrapped around his tip, gently sucking, before licking his slit and finally taking him into your mouth. Felix gasped heavily, now getting the chance to feel your hot, wet mouth around his dick.

He whimpered, the feeling of you slowly bobbing your head was enervating. He wanted more. He debated on grabbing a fist full of your hair until he felt your giggles, the vibration sending waves of pleasure between his legs. You pulled him out of your mouth with a lewd pop.

“Don’t be shy,” you said cheekily, placing his right hand on your hair, “pull as much as you want, doll,” Immediately, your mouth was latched back onto his pretty cock, bobbing your head faster.

This time, Felix moaned even louder, hand wrapped around your hair. You giggled again, causing him to hiss, tightening his grip on you. He was panting, your presence, your touch, everything was overwhelming. It was, ironically, like heaven. He suddenly felt you moving faster, your tongue occasionally swirling around his tip. The only sounds that could be heard were Felix’s whines, which were practically 6 octaves higher from his usual tone, as well as your vulgar slurping and sadistic giggles.

The pressure in his lower stomach was tightening. He was desperate, wanting nothing more than to release in your mouth. It was filthy—undignified—really how much he allowed himself to succumb to a creature like you. He didn’t know if he hated you more or himself, but one thing he knew was that there was no going back now.

“Y-y/n,” he breathlessly whispered, “please. I-I think I’m gonna—“

You unlatched yourself from him, Felix briefly whining in despair when you did so, only for you to pump his dick in a fast pace. “Aww, what? Gonna cum, virgin?” you smirked, “Gonna spill your cum all over my hand, yeah? Lick it clean after?”

He squeezed his eyes shut, the filth coming out of your mouth was too embarrassing for him to listen to. He was borderline crying from the pleasure, shaking his head for whatever reason. All he knew was that he wanted to ejaculate, and he was not far from doing so.

“Look at your pretty little cock twitching for me, baby. So pathetic.” Amidst your stroking, you proceeded to suck his tip once more, wanting to catch every single drop of his cum. His hips bucked erratically. He was close— so damn close. A hum and a single lick to his slit as all it took to break him.

Felix came with a moan so loud, so high pitched, that it was obvious that he no longer gave a fuck if anybody saw or heard them. His back arched deliciously, body spasming as you pumped him through his release. His ragged breathing filled your ears, grinning as you watched beads of his sweat rolling down his reddened cheeks. Before climbing onto his lap, you gave the head one final kiss. You roughly grabbed the back of his head to smash your lips with his. He slightly cringed, tasting himself on your tongue. Licking his lips, you pulled away, breathless.

“Come, Felix…”

The church smelled strongly of incense when he first walked in. Now it smelled strongly of sweat, cum, and sin. The both of you were now behind the communion table on the altar, right beneath the cross. Felix tightly shut his eyes, finally allowing himself to fully let the lust consume him whole. He felt so fucking disgusting—was he really letting himself fuck a demon inside the House of God? You smirked, running your tongue against your lips as began to undress both your bodies. Your eyes glowed maliciously.

“My bad little boy…”

#stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fanfic #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz smut #skz fanfic #felix smut #lee felix smut #lee felix imagines #lee felix scenarios #lee felix oneshot

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infinitegalahad · 3 years

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GENERATION KILL: COMFORTING THERE PARTNER

"This is just me formally submitting a request for that gk boys offering their own forms of comfort fic/ headcanon/ thoughts wtevr. Lol just as a reminder. 😀"@theboardwalkbody

Gif Credit: @ymagor

A/N: You're wish is my command, homes❣️ Here's a little change of pace! @theboardwalkbody inspired this post (and asked it!), so thanks for the Inspo friend! 🤩 I'm doing this for BoB and TP because I'm going through a slight writer's block and instead of thinking about long descriptions, I just wanna so head canons that get a little out of hand. I hope this isn't too ooc😔 Reader has *inserted mental illness* btw, it's up for interpretation! ALSO GN! READER! Enjoy!

Taglist: @theboardwalkbody @contrabandhothead

Masterlist

NATE FICK-

Nate's a calculated person. He can see the patterns in people, things, etc. Like how his father's eyebrows wrinkle when he's excited, or when his mother likes to prep a meal from vegetables to the main course. So when you're happy, sad, whatever-he knows it, and you don't even have to tell him.

He'll come home and see you. He knows that you've heard him calling you're name, but you don't move. He looks all over the house and finds you inside of your tub, just sitting there with no response. The water is running, and your clothes and hair are soaked.

So in an attempt to not disrupt your peace, Nate climbs in and sits next to you. You look over and he's stares at you. Just as your about to speak, he beats you to it.

"I'll get you a towel and some clothes."

And then, he just leaves. You hear the door quietly shut, and you blink for a few seconds. What the hell just happened? It snapped you out of your depressive trance. Now instead of feeling sad-you just were confused.

So you hear the door lightly open again and then close. After a few more minutes of soaking, you get out and see a towel and a set of clothes that are most certainly not yours. It's Nate's Dartmouth Lacrosse sweater and a pair of underwear-he knows you too well.

So you exit the bathroom and you see Nate, putting two cups down of you're favorite tea

And he's got that face. You know the face were he's like ☹️

"Hey, c'mere."

The two of you climb into bed with eachtoher. He throws one of those ugg blankets over you. You rest his head in his chest and he pats your head. There's a silence, until Nate says, "Do you wanna walk about it."

Normally, you'd say no and he'd read you a book you're reading or hold you as you cry, but this time, it's different.

"Yeah, I do. You won't judge, right?"

Nate tilts you chin up, and he's got a tired smile on his face.

"Why would I?"

BRAD COLBERT-

Brad may appear horrible with emotions and reading the room...in which he isn’t

Okay, scratch that. He tries to understand them, it’s just hard for him to give advice and use words to comfort you. He feels like he’s walking on glass, But sometimes, you just need him psychically more then anything.

When you storm out of a room when Chaffin makes a comment on your weight, Brad takes a few minutes to think what he should do.

Normally, he’d just leave you be, but he’s gotta do something. Getting up, he follows you down the hallway. You’re not far, and he’s calling you’re name.

You stop in the hallway, wiping the tears coming down toye face. Brad turns you around with his hands on your shoulder. He’s got a blank face on as he looks at you, seeing your red face and the tears.

While you sob and stutter, he fixes the collar of your shirt, tucks your hair behind your ear, which is normal. He likes to neaten you up to make you feel better.

But he starts to use his thumb, wiping the tears coming down your face. You shocked as he cups your face, making you look into those icy cold eyes. He looks like the Iceman, cold and emotionless, but what he says very Brad.

“You’re beautiful.”

Then he pulls you into a tight grasp. He’s a whole foot taller then you, and you like the way he snakes his hands around his waist and slightly lifts off you your feet. His sheer presence is intimating, but for you; comforting.

RAY PERSON-

THIS MAN. although a hick with a big mouth, he does know when to shut up and can read you’re emotions like the back of his hand.

He can just see the sadness swelling in your eyes and the way you pick at the foot at your plate and avoid all of needs for cuddles in bed. Heck, it’s making Ray sad.

So he does what he does best-not shutting up, well-about things he likes about you.

“Man! Look at my hot girlfriend/wife! There reading books by the liberal media, total smartie here! Oh! And they have a degree from-“

Ray will also beg for to your attention and follows you around like a puppy. Like you’ll be sitting on the couch and he’ll come rest his head on your lap. You ignore him, but he starts to twist and quote random movies so you finally give in.

Is Ray annoying? Yes. But did he make you smile? Also yes.

Also Ray is a cook, and knows all of your favorite meals. Of course, he sets the table, lights a few Mantown candles (yes there real google them), and comes to serve your meal with two plates.

“The most beautiful man/woman I have ever seen, the love of my life, the apple of my eye, the Avril to my Bizzy D-you’re hot pockets.”

It makes you laugh, which makes Ray happy. He feeds off of that attention. You sit in Ray’s lap, eating hot pockets, and watching The Best Damn Tour. You lean on Ray’s shoulder, and he leans right back.

POKE ESPERA-

Alexa play Whatta Man’ by Salt-N-Peppa BECAUSE! WHAT! A! MAN!

Poke is one tough mofo. He embodies the meme of “Good morning to my beautiful wife/husband and child everybody else get fucked”.

But like every baddie; baddie’s gotta have soft spots for there bitches. He has two; you and his daughter. And oh god he’s love the two of more then anything in the world.

Poke knows you and his daughter well enough. His daughter first notices that your not as enthusiastic and bubbly, and then she tells Poke. But Poke already knows because he’s observant and very in touch with his emotions.

So when he’s a work; he thinks and does a lot of self reflection. He wonders why you’re upset. Did he cause it? What can he do to make it better? He asks all the guys for advice, and even his own daughter.

An idea strikes! Poke’s got a lot of anger, so his therapist told him to express his emotions by journalling. But Poke learns that it helps him get everything out of system, so he’s a secret writer. Heck, he even likes poetry; and would kill anyone if they’d find out.

While off at work, small letters start to appear across you’re house. Some are long, some are short, but there sweet and make you’re day.

“I held the stars in my arms wen I held you”

“I can’t wait to kiss you.”

“Your eyes stole all of my words away”

And the covers of the notes are done by Poke’s daughter, covered in glitter and Lisa Frank stickers.

You confront Poke about this “mysterious pen pal” and Poke is like “I mean, your lips do sound tempting”

You know it’s Poke, and he knows it, but there’s something about the mystery that is very romantic.

WALT HASSER-

Here comes our favourie country pumpkin

Now let me say. This man LOVES you more then anything the world

Doesn’t wanna show you off (but he does)

So when you’re the slightest bit sad, Walt is even sadder then you are

Walt is someone that lives to receive attention, and also he’s someone that likes to give it. Especially to the love of his life!

Walt gives you things you actually need, and nothing that is materialistic. Growing up, his parents had a healthy relationship, and the apple clearly doesn’t fall far from the tree.

Waits on you hand and foot. A back massage? Done. A fuzzy blanket? Right on it! A specific burger from a joint that is thirty minutes away at three in the morning? Walt’s driving like a manic just for you. You have the man’s undivided attention.

“Walt?”

He stops whatever he’s doing and runs over, getting on his knees, “Yeah, what’s up baby?”

“Can you sing the song? Y’know, our song?”

Walt nods his head, now an eager puppy, and gets his gutair to play the song he wrote especially for you. And this is making me realize how painfully single I am oh my

RUDY REYES-

Rudy has an iv of respect woman/men juice. He always understands the assignment-and desires extra credit.

So whenever you’re down in the dumps, Rudy will drop everything and drag you into the car to go walk on his favorite trail. It’s ten miles long, but Rudy is a fitness freak.

First, you hate doing it. But the more you talk these long walks, the more you begin to enjoy it.

Sometimes there silence. Rudy won’t speak force you to talk. Talking is stressful, and Rudy will wait until you’re ready. The two of you holds hands, and Rudy has such a calming presence. It’s really hard to get angry at him.

You finally speak and tell Rudy you’re problems, and he listens and doesn’t interrupt. He’s got a hand on you’re lower back, or on your thigh. He’s basically you’re emotional support teddy bear and will always be a lending ear, or a total cuddle monster.

Rudy has the best advice as well. It’s always some yoga shit, but damn, those breathing exercises do actually help.

EVAN “Q-TIP” STAFFORD-

Oh Q-Tip. My feral goblin son😭

I love him, but sometimes-things can fly over his head.

But when you start to ignore him and hide away from him, he begins to notice. And he HATES IT.

Like Christianson will ask him if he’s okay and he’ll literally quote a 2pac song and be like,

“I would drop all my girls for you, Walk barefoot 'round the world for you, Fly around like the birds for you, Thats why I wrote these words for you..”

Lilley is like “Brah we gotta help a homie out”

So the three stooges create Lovegate. The mission? to make Q-Tip’s partner happier.

Q-Tip is very artistically inclined. So with Christenson’s editing skills and Lilley’s camera, Q-Tip writes you a song and does a whole music video.

The man rents out a movie theatre venue just to show you. Of course, you’re blown away. It’s horrible and you can taste the autotone, BUT IT’S THE EFFORT THAT COUNTS. and q-tip has that smile on. you know what i’m talking about!

Doc Bryan walks in on the two of you making out and is pissed since all he wanted to do was see the re-screening of Bridemaids but NO, Q-Tip just had to rent out a theatre to show his partner a music video about them and then make out.

He see’s Lilley, who’s recording and asks to interview what Doc’s opinion on the music video, and this is what he’s says.

“I think my ears bled, but thank fuck those two aren’t acting like emo’s.”

DOC BRYAN-

The gif has a purpose. Trust me. SPEAKING OF THE MAN OF THE HOUR

Bryan, like Poke, is a very observant guy. He’s an angry motherfucker, and even a little insensitive, but ever since dating you; he’s tried to change.

He hates the world. People are shitty, and it makes him feel shitty that you’re sad because when you feel shitty, he’s in a shitter mood then he’s usually in

Knowing that his words might sound a little harsh, Byran knows how to distract you. Without words. After all, he didn’t work out for nothing.

Long hugs are you’re thing. The two of you will run into eachother, find a private place, and he’ll just wrap his arms around you. His big arms are protective, and he’s warm, and you just sink into him.

Sometimes, you’ll fall asleep. Byran sometimes will fall asleep with you, other times he’ll gently lay you down and put a blanket with a gentle forehead kiss.

When you cry in his arms, he’ll wipe the tears away. He can feel them against his arm, and he doesn’t know what to do. Crying girls/guys are not his speciality.

But when you squeeze his arm back, to let you know what your there and that you love him, Byran will freeze. He has no idea what to next with words. He’ll put his hand over yours, and turns out; it works well.

After this is all over, he’ll check up on you and ask you simply if you’re okay. You respond with a smile. Byran isn’t one for smiles, but for you, he shows a subtle smile back. Just to let you know.

#carrie writes #carrie’s headcanons #generation kill #nate fick #brad colbert #ray person #poke espera #walt hassar #rudy reyes #evan stafford #doc bryan #generation kill x reader #generation kill headcanons #generation kill imagine #hbo war

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wakaoujisenhime · 3 years

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girl you’re probably gonna hate me for this but can I get some steamy hcs with gojo in a skirt or in women’s clothing in general?? pls bby 🤲🏻

A/N: … (ಠ_ಠ)

Tags: Gojo x reader ✅ smut (18+) ✅ cross-dressing ✅ slight edging ✅ ❚ femdom ✅

image/art source: Pixiv (by bobobong)

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so, thanks to Jujutsu Tech which decided to host some kind of special event for its students and staff you were stuck with organizing the venue for this past few weeks

you were quite stressed out and had good to no time to talk, let alone meet, with your boyfriend Gojo who was one of the main stars of this event (or at least that is what Ijichi told you)

as the days to the event came closer you couldn’t help but be excited about seeing just what that white-haired man had come up with…

you sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of your nose as you refused to look at the center of the venue’s room

there stood your tall boyfriend who had been dolled up in such a way that you almost didn’t recognize him as he came to greet you some moments ago

his hair had been ironed so that it resembled a bob, a black headband successfully removing the smaller strands of white hair from his face

the man’s lips were glossy and had a pinker color than what you were usually used to, whoever did his makeup had applied just the right amount of rouge to his cheeks that it seemed as if he was constantly blushing

the outfit with which he was so proudly walking around consisted of a baby blue shirt, which seemed to be a few numbers too small for him since it emphasized his taut body features; a tight and black pencil skirt that stopped a few inches before the middle of his thighs, covering almost nothing in the process; some dull black stockings that began right where his skirt ended, and of course a pair of red heels in which he surprisingly could walk almost effortlessly (emphasis on almost)

you couldn’t deny the fact that he looked good in that getup, but more importantly, you were more upset than anything right now

tonight the two of you were supposed to finally spent time by each other’s sides after such a busy week and yet your boyfriend had decided to play the clown once more

“Hey hey, cutie, why the upset face? Should big sis Satoru bring you something to eat or drink?” he asked in a slightly higher pitched voice

you simply glared at him before turning your back and joining Nanami and Ijichi who were standing in the corner of the room

some time passed and after greeting each visitor of today’s party you once again found yourself standing in a corner, sipping on your drink

“(Y/N), come with me for a sec”

your boyfriend came up to you, grabbed your hand, and was now dragging you off to god knows where without giving you even the slightest hint or time to protest

after literally throwing you in one of the empty rooms, the tall man slammed the door shut and glanced back at you, his normally beautiful eyes now harboring an enormous amount of menace within them

“What the hell was that Satoru?! I almost choked on my drink!”

without answering you, he turned to face you and kneeled, leaning his chin on the palm of his hand; “Ah yeah…? What a shame, but don’t worry, I’ll let you choke on something else instead”

you wordlessly looked up at him and watched as he raised his skirt, exposing the black lace thong he’d apparently been wearing for this entire evening, and you couldn’t help but swallow audibly at the sight of his slightly erect cock, straining the delicate fabric

he was quick to make you go along with what he wanted and didn’t waste any unnecessary time in stuffing your mouth before you could utter even a single word

as he slowly grew larger inside of your mouth you had to slow down his hips’ movement by either tugging on the hem of his skirt or pinching the soft flesh of his thighs

Gojo giggled at your pouting expression and finally decided to let go of the strands of hair he’d fisted, so that he could help you out with deep-throating him, finally allowing you to breathe for a couple of seconds

between your coughs, you tried to ask him just what the hell has gotten him so agitated, but he remained silent, pulled you up on your feet, and trapped you between himself and the table a few meters behind you

he let his finger run across your bottom lip, then proceeded to kiss your neck, going down to your collarbone while he slowly unbuttoned your shirt

luckily for him, your bra’s hooks were at the front so he happily undid them and started kissing your breasts

he played with your nipples for a short while before continuing his journey down to your trousers

the man didn’t lose any time in quickly removing the last few pieces of fabric which were stopping him from enjoying the view and pleasant smell of your most precious body part

as quickly as he’d freed you, his mouth and tongue were equally as fast to begin exploring your already wet insides, while his fingers probed around for your weak spot

the moment his eyes picked up the slight tremble of your thighs he knew he’d been successful, so he continued targeting that one spongy spot within you as his blue eyes looked up at you in curiosity

“W-Wait, Satoru! I’m going t-to–“

and just before you were about to cum he slowly licked your labia one last time before cheekily grinning up at you

This little…!

you took a tight grip on his collar, pulled him up on his feet, and looked him directly in his eyes

words were useless at this point, because not short after he aligned his precum covered tip with your entrance and slowly slid it in

Gojo wasn’t particularly thick, but the way his shaft stretched your walls never failed to make you mewl in pleasure

you couldn’t deny the fact that the way he was dressed up tonight made you feel hotter than usual and you weren’t the only one

seconds after he’d bottomed out inside of you, he hissed out a silent god, yes, and swiftly removed his headband while you helped him undo the buttons on his shirt

now that the two of you were raring to finally let loose and let your accumulated desires free, you kissed each other passionately

the rhythm your lover set for his thrusts was neither too slow nor too quick, but just perfect

you wrapped your legs around his hips, allowing him to penetrate you deeper and to continuously caress that one special spot of yours

since neither of you had reached a proper orgasm yet it didn’t take you long to find yourself in the same situation as before

“Just a little bit longer” he stammered as he wrapped his arms around your body, pressing your chest towards his own

the way your nipples rubbed against his own added to the friction and caused your walls to tighten up around Gojo’s shaft

he groaned and leaned his forehead on yours as he tried to keep his fast thrusts up, despite your tightness that refused to let him go

after a few precise thrusts, he pushed his entire body weight on you and halted as soon as he’d reached orgasm

the way his warm seed splattered against your walls made you cum not short after and you wrapped your trembling arms around his neck as you kissed him

while your tongues clashed against each other, the white-haired man continued thrusting at a slow pace, helping you ride out your orgasm

you looked at his face and noticed how all the sweat had ruined his makeup and smiled to yourself, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to return to the others in that state

“Are you still mad?“ he then asked softly, big and beautiful blue eyes looking directly at you

you giggled and shook your head slightly as you gave his cheek a soft kiss

the way he smiled at you warmed your heart and you couldn’t help but engulf him in yet another tight hug

Having him play the clown once in a while isn’t so bad after all...

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.alternative ending for my dom moots out there (or those who simply wish to see this man get ruined):

Gojo slumped forward, leaning his forehead on your shoulder as he relished in the afterglow of his orgasm while you did the same

you came down from your high rather quickly, unlike the tall man in front of you, whose body was still lightly twitching from all the stimulation

a grin spread across your lips as you slowly let your hands wander down his lower back, way down to his buttocks

it didn’t take him long to realize what you were up to, so he mustered all the strength he had to stop you mid-movement and shook his head

“What’s wrong baby, got something to say?” you asked cheekily, knowing fully well that he wasn’t in the state to formulate a proper answer and only whine pathetically as some sort of retort

his weak grip on your wrists wasn’t nearly strong enough to stop you from lifting the slightly tattered fabric of his skirt up the curve of his rosy asscheeks and start massaging and spreading them apart

after a couple of seconds, you took a tight grip of his soft flesh and began moving his hips back and forth

“N-Ngh! No (Y/N), d-don’t! I- ah, a-am too sens-…sensitive!”

his pleading moans just turned you on even more and only motivated you to strengthen your grip

you took a glance at the man’s face and observed the way his eyes widened ever so slightly with every thrust you forced him to make, the way his beautiful white hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, and those beautiful glossy and parted lips

That’s not enough…I want to ruin him even more

with that thought in mind, you started meeting his thrusts at a quick pace

you could feel how his big hands gripped at your shirt and slightly pulled at it, teeth piercing your exposed shoulder as silent whimpers escaped his mouth

“You’re close, aren’t you? …So why are you holding it back?” you asked with a slightly annoyed voice as you took a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back, exposing his neck and the absentminded expression on his face

with a wide grin, you spread his buttocks apart and slowly slid your finger in until you found that one spot that was bound to make him cum whether he wanted to or not

not short after, he emptied his second load once again inside of you with a grunt, and unexpectedly for you his orgasm was way harder than before and caused his knees to buckle, almost making him fall over

out of instinct, you held onto him and if it weren’t for his quick reflexes the two of you would’ve fallen over

“I’m ok…don’t worry, j-just….give me a minute” he whispered as he tightened his grip onto the table‘s edges

with a warm smile, you simply nodded and gently caressed his hair, “Mhm, take all the time you need.”

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enough games ⇾ kth. [M]

𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 ⇾ hard dom!taehyung x bratty!reader (f.)

𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 ⇾ established relationship, idol au, smut, pwp, filth, 18+

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ⇾ you’re both playing around, but your games might be more dangerous than you expected.

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𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ⇾ hard dom!taehyung, massive dicc!taehyung, tattooed!taehyung, sub!reader, bratty!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it to tap it folks), rough sex, sir kink, hand kink, a lil exhibitionism (his mic is still on), degradation, humiliation, overstimulation, bondage, multiple orgasms, reader cums in her lingerie, use of gaming controller, pussy slapping, squirting, spanking, hair-pulling, face-licking, choking, thigh-slapping, thigh-riding, a lil dry-humping, edging, teasing, straight up filth

𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒 ⇾ this is commissioned by @momoriki through ChangesWithLuv to raise funds for the Black Lives Matter movement.

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The bright glow of the TV screen illuminates Taehyung’s concentrated features. That scowl of his draws a pout out of you. He flicks his tattooed thumbs over the controller and mutters his position into the mic. Arms draped around his inked neck, you nuzzle your nose against his cheek. A satin sapphire lingerie set hugs your curves as you roll your hips over his thigh. Every time he misfires, loses his positions, or collapses in combat, he’d use what little time he has while his avatar is recuperating to guide your hips over his flexed thigh. Momentary free hand on your hip, he’d sometimes even pull up the hem of your panties and tighten the fabric against your needy pussy.

Of course, his generosity only surfaces when you’re behaving. And given the fact that you’ve wiggled your way into that panty and bra set, and squirmed onto his lap by crawling under his arms, without his permission, Taehyung hasn’t been in a very generous mood. Now, every time something doesn’t go according to plan in his video game, your ass gets it - literally. His hand would smack your round cheeks then grope them for good measure.

“Why are you clapping?” You’d hear Jungkook ask through the headset. Face to face with Taehyung, you can hear every single interaction between him and the guys. “We lost, hyung. Stop playing around.”

Taehyung would drag his disappointed gaze on you, glaring down at you as you continued to selfishly get yourself off. “Trust me, guk,” he’d reply, his satoori accent making a reappearance. You’d shudder, knowing full well that the moment his accent surfaces, his patience is all but nonexistent. “Playing around was never part of the plan.”

A droning beep sounds from the screen, signalling another failed mission. Taehyung growls viciously into your ear. Shivers ignite fires in their wake, rushing through your bloodstream and prickling your skin with goosebumps. A moan draws from your lips only to have you whimpering seconds later. No sounds. He was very clear on that when you first settled yourself on his lap. You bite your lip and hope he hasn't heard, or worse. You hope his frien-

“What the hell was that?”

Darkening brown eyes fall on you. Clenching his jaw, Taehyung mutters into his mic, “Nothing, hyung.”

Gripping onto his tattooed shoulder, the one you usually love to trace and pepper kisses all over, you try to prepare yourself for another spanking. Taehyung senses your apprehension, however, and the sudden hesitance in your hips. You’re close. In fact, by the way your hips are jolting and quiet whines are pouring out of your mouth, he knows just how close you are. Holding onto your chin instead of your hips, he scoffs and pushes your cheeks in, puckering your lips like a little fish.

“I dare you,” he hisses, satoori accent thick. “I dare you to cum without permission.”

“I swear to God, if you’re talking to (Y/N) right now, I’m gonna egg your house,” Jin threatens as Taehyung’s avatar finally revives.

You furrow your brows, trying your best to keep your moans at bay. Had it not been for the mic and the fact that you know his friends can hear every single dirty detail, you would’ve let out the loudest moan you could muster, just to get under his skin. Your pussy, wet and dripping, quivers at the tone of his voice, the way that promise hangs over the both of you, challenging you to further push his buttons. There’s nothing you love more than getting on his nerves, testing his patience beyond comprehension.

A good challenge is what drew the two of you to each other. Taehyung had wagered your phone number over a game of pool at Hobi’s birthday party. You had wagered the Chanel necklace around his neck, claiming it looks better on you. It was a flatout lie, but your indifference towards him brought out this serious, no nonsense side of him throughout the game. You just knew, from his shift in demeanour alone, that he was everything you didn’t even know you were looking for. That Chanel necklace shifts against your collarbone now as you continue to shamelessly roll your hips over his thigh.

“Ew, Jin. Don’t be fucking gross,” Yoongi mumbles.

You ignore the argument you’ve technically started between his friends and focus on the hard look in your boyfriend’s eyes. Continuing to move your hips at a fast pace, you silently let him know that you’re going to ignore his authority. He did challenge you to a dare after all. His statement wasn’t technically an order.

Taehyung seems to pick up on your intentions quickly. He pushes his headphones down, letting them rest on his shoulders, and whispers, “you really wanna try that?” His tone has lost some of its power, voice slightly wavering. Cheeks flushed, he almost looks as though this entire situation is more humiliating for him than it would be for you.

Your clit’s in a frenzy, the friction of his bare thigh against your satin, arousal drenched panties setting the bundle of nerves on fire. Tight hole pulsing at the temptation of release, you decide to commit to the challenge and purposefully exaggerate a high-pitched moan. Taehyung smashes his lips into yours to silence you, but it’s too late. The damage is already done and the guys are going crazy over the headset. Yoongi threatens to sue, Jin orders eggs online and Jungkook supposedly regrets his entire existence.

Your boyfriend disregards the headphones, throwing them somewhere on the couch. Large hand around your neck, Taehyung pulls you off his lap and onto your feet. A whine escapes you at the loss of contact, your orgasm instantly dissipating, but he couldn’t care less. You’ve played too much, taken this too far. His friends have heard more than they should’ve and if you’re willing to put on this much of a show, then that’s exactly what he’s going to do too.

He tosses his controller somewhere near the headphones, neither of you care too much to know exactly where, as he, too, rises to his feet. His gaze is unforgiving. It tears down whatever confidence you believe you had in possessing the upperhand.

“Enough games, slut,” he all but spits. Scanning your frame, he licks his lips and shakes his head. He swallows thickly, adam’s apple bobbing, before saying, “you walk out in this little thing and sit on my lap, so I let you. You’re needy and wanna ride my thigh, so I let you. And maybe if you had asked to cum, like I trained you, I would’ve let you.” He tightens his grip on your neck, brushing his nose against yours as his lips tease another kiss. “But you just had to be the little fucking brat you always are, hmm? You wanna cum, baby?”

You nod instantly.

Taehyung grabs a handful of your ass with his free hand, grunting, “What the fuck did I say about using your words?”

“Yes, yes sir,” you rasp against the pressure of his large hand around your neck.

He smirks. A mischievous look swims in his eyes, hints of lust and greed accompanying it. His gaze flickers to your hair, locking in on the matching satin, blue ribbon that holds the majority of your hair back. He pulls an end undone. Your hair falls as he drags the ribbon’s cool fabric against your skin, moving it down your neck and over your shoulder.

His eyes fall to the Chanel necklace, lips tugging into a wider smile. He looks all too calm, too collected. He acts as though he didn’t just grab your throat with one hand and ass with the other. Leaning down, he places a little kiss over the necklace then up your collarbone.

Throat free of his hold, you inhale a breathful of his suede cinnamon scent. Your skin prickles with excited goosebumps, reveling in his tender affection yet anxious as to why he’s offering it. You’ve just let a majority of his friends know that the two of you were fooling around while they were in the middle of a game.

You read his expression carefully as he looks up at you again. His hands are off your body now, either end of the ribbon pressed between his fingers. “You play these games,” he starts, thumbing your chin tenderly. “But you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into. Then, you act all innocent.” His hands fall on your wrists, pulling them behind your back. Using the long ribbon, he tightly bonds your hands together, then lets his fingers graze the curves of your ass. “And then you think you can get away with it.”

Twisting your hands, you try to fight against the ribbon, to test your ability to move and make your disobedience known. Taehyung shoots you a warning glare, holding your chin once more. “But let me tell you a little secret,” he hisses while brushing his nose against yours. For a second, you’re convinced he’s after another kiss but, instead, he presses his face against your cheek and whispers, “I’m tired of your games, babygirl.”

His hands come down on your ass, the smack echoing in your living room. You cry out a moan but he pays no mind to you or the sounds you make now. You’ve made it all too obvious to his friends what the two of you are up to. He’s done shying away from it. Grabbing handfuls of your ass, Taehyung pushes your body flush against his. You can feel his throbbing hard cock against your stomach, just as desperate for you as you are for him. He looks down at you with a sinister smile, eyes reflecting only unbounded lust that cannot be held back for any longer.

Turning you around, Taehyung leads you to the side of the couch then bends you over the armrest. Face shoved into the cushions, you can only just breathe. Taehyung delicately rubs the silk, lace trimmed panties. His silence festers an unusual cross of anticipation and arousal in the pit of your stomach, your heart hammering in your chest as a result. Tugging on the side of the panties, Taehyung hums a growl. You shudder from the sound alone and wiggle your hips. He ignores your attempts to entice him, but still falls prey to the shake of your ass, rolling his clothed hips against it.

“Tae, just fuck me alrea- Ah!”

A sharp spank cuts you off, jolting your forward. You’re not sure if he even really heard anything you said. Muffled by the cushions, your words could have easily been lost on him. But he didn’t give you permission to speak, and he sure as hell did not authorize the use of his name. Another smack echoes in the room, drawing another moan out of you.

As Taehyung rubs the stringing area, calloused hands so soft over your sensitive flesh, you can hear a jumble of voices to your right. Shifting in your position, you press your cheek to the pillow of the couch and look to your right. Fallen between the back of the couch and the cushion lies Taehyung’s headset. The red light flashes, letting you know that it’s still on. Their mixed curses and insults are hard to make out, but you know they’re there.

Still, you can’t find it in you to care too much when Taehyung pulls your panties to the side and cups your dripping heat. You whine at the contact, lips only inches away from the mic. Taehyung notices the headset and bends over you to push it closer to your face.

“You want them to hear you, right?” he hisses in your ear. His hand retreats from its place on your clit only to return to it with a new degree of force. He slaps you pussy twice more then growls, “Let’em hear you then, baby. Let’em hear you be the bratty slut you are for me.”

You gasp out moans from the harsh contact, brows furrowed and eyes searching for a way out of this embarrassment. You didn’t care at first, but with their voices so close and the mic pressed against your lips, you can’t help the wave of humiliation that washes over you.

Parting your lips, you’re prepared to apologize, to take all this back and beg Taehyung to turn the mic off. However, your groveling is immediately replaced by a loud moan. Returning to his previous position, Taehyung pulls out his hard, red-tipped cock and smears his precum between your folds. Pussy lips pulsing, you fist your hands and try not to squeal a moan into the mic.

“Suddenly so quiet?”

His large hand clutches onto your tied ones, holding you in place as he slowly pushes himself in. A string of mewls and whines escape you, the sweet burn of the stretch something you never really get tired of.

While your shame overtakes you, Taehyung’s is nowhere to be found. He lets out a deep groan, slapping your ass just to grab it. “So fucking tight,” he growls, purposefully raising his voice.

You summon the courage to beg him to turn the mic off once more, ready to play by his rules when he starts to thrust in and out of you. Sharp and fast, he grips onto the fat of your ass and thrusts unforgivingly into you. Frustrated from the humiliation, you decide to call his bluff and give into your sounds.

“Big, big, big. S-oo big,” you whine. Unashamed, Taehyung continues his actions. He even chuckles at your words, the desperate tone of your voice and the way it breaks with every one of his thrusts.

High-pitched moan after high-pitched moan leaves you with each of his hard and fast movements. Skin on skin, every clap of his hips meeting your ass mixed with both of your overly loud groans and whines drowns out every one of his friends’ complaints.

Knots twisting upon each other in the pit of your stomach, you can’t deny that you’re close. Your pussy gripping his huge length, you make it no secret that you’re ready to release. Your legs are already shaking, and whines turn into desperate squeals, shrieking your pleasure to no end.

“You better ask, babygirl,” he warns, voice satoori thick.

“Yes, sir,” you spit. Sarcasm drips in your tone, frustration in your voice. He lets it slide, convinced you’d follow orders this time. However, you’re dead set on humiliating him as he did you.

As you feel your orgasm reaching its edge, you clench tightly around his monster of a cock and cry out, “Taehyung.”

He gasps, gripping your ass to keep himself steady as you gush all over his length. You want to see the look on his face, but your eyes roll back as you lose yourself in your orgasm. Shuddering uncontrollably, crying out his name over and over again into the mic, you adopt his shameless demeanour.

Taehyung pulls out, not allowing you the privilege of riding out your orgasm. As you huff out a whine, rubbing your legs together to try to regain your high, he pulls you up by your bounded hands and turns you around. One look and you know you’ve done it now. Jaw set, eyes dark, nose flaring, Taehyung has lost all his patience. You should be worried, but he looks too hot when he's angry.

Pressing your breasts to his chest, you stand on your toes and steal a quick kiss. He gives in for a second or two before pulling you away by a rough grip on your hair. A little whine escapes you and you chew on your lip, watching his eyes swim with confusion. He knows he should be mad, but you can tell he wants to kiss you again. When you lean in for another, his anger sparks back to life. He holds you steady but the grip on your hair then leads you back on the couch.

“Sit.”

One word orders. You curse under your breath, averting your gaze to the floor as you take a seat. Taehyung lets a smirk play on his lips as he watches you finally behave. His hand, you finally notice, has been working hard on his cock, pumping himself to the same pace of his thrusts in you.

Rubbing his foot up your calf, he orders, “Open.” You sit back, ignoring the awkward strain of your wrist behind your back and spread your legs. His eyes devour your sweaty, needy body, undressing what little you have on as he continues to get himself off.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you finally say.

He only groans, running a hand through his blue hair. You open your mouth to explain yourself, but all you taste is his cum. Ropes and ropes of thick white fall over your chin, breasts, and mostly between your legs. He mutters your name as he cums to your submissive state and surprised gasps. Illuminated by the blue screen, Taehyung looks like a sex fiend, ready to take over you once more. As he reaches the end of his high, he doesn’t even take a moment to collect himself. Instead, he pulls up to take your seat and sits you down on his lap.

Taehyung holds your gaze as he pushes your legs open again. He glances down to your crotch, rolling his eyes and laughing to himself as he examines how his cum perfectly accents the wet mark of your panties. The fabric clings to your folds, drenched in your neediness but covered with his. Your scent hits the both of you and does more for Taehyung than you’ve ever seen. His eyes darken, tongue darts out to lick his lip. He looks ready to devour you, but he knows how much you love his mouth. You both know you’re not getting his lips that easy.

A sigh escapes him as he pushes your panties aside. You spread your legs wider as the cool air of the living room hits your heat. Taehyung notices your eagerness, you know he does, but he doesn’t meet your desperate gaze with a cocky one. In fact, he doesn’t meet your gaze at all. He continues to stare at your pussy, lips pressed tightly together. While still holding your panties aside, Taehyung uses his thumb to gently scoop some of his cum and rub your clit with it. His hands are so big, the action barely puts any strain on him.

You gaze down at his fingers, whimpering as he gives you exactly what you want. You love his hands, you’ve told him that countless times. The more he gives into you, the more worried you get. You want to question him, but it feels too good. Hips rolling into his hand, you make no effort to hide your neediness and every effort to ignore the gnawing voice in your head that’s reminding you that all this is supposed to be a punishment.

Moaning wildly, you lean your forehead against his shoulder, kissing the inked patterns. Taehyung smirks down at you, chuckling to himself as he ups his game. Still using one large hand, he holds back your panties, rubs your clit and now pushes up on your upper pussy fat to get a better hold on your most sensitive part. His thumb works faster, harsher. Growling in your ear, his rough dominance makes a reappearance.

Body trembling, eyes screwed shut, your hips are moving at a pace you’ve never known they could. You’re desperate to chase this orgasm as fast as you could, worried that he might pull back whenever and leave you edged and semi-satisfied. “S-sir? C-an-”

“Cum.”

Your head snaps up as you return to your previous position. Studying his features carefully, you look for any signs of sarcasm as you try to hold your release back. Meeting your gaze, Taehyung deadpans. Your brows furrow, and desperate squeals return. It’s a clear telltale sign of your nearing oragasm. Having enough of his games, you decide you’re going to cum whether he’s bluffing or not. Throwing your head back, you risk falling off his lap as you scream out your pleasure. Your legs quake, body cultivates as your orgasm rushes through you and your pussy gushes around emptiness. Screwing your eyes tight, you tuck your chin into your chest and press your legs together as his thumb continues it’s blissful rounds around your clit.

Taehyung watches you rile with pleasure, wrapping his free hand behind you to keep you from falling off the couch. Removing his hand from your pussy, Taehyung pushes your legs apart. You think you’ve snagged yourself a quick breather, but when he slaps your thigh, you find yourself further gushing your arousal and your legs jolting in odd fits of tremors.

Huffing, Taehyung wiggles his hand back into your panties. Without much of a warning, he pushes two long fingers in. There’s not a hint of mercy in his movements. His fingers enter and exit your wet, sensitive hole in fast, hard bouts of force. He cares very little for you squealing moans and pleads for a quick break.

“I thought you wanted to cum?” He asks. The hand that was once keeping you steady slides up your back and around your throat. He holds you in place by the grip on your neck with light but tightening pressure. “So, cum babygirl.”

Your legs come together once more and you think that at least he’d let go of your throat to push them apart again, but he doesn’t. Taehyung remains unbothered, unfazed by any of your high-pitched begs and squirming body. The only indication of his pleasure is the occasional grunts of satisfaction at your desperate state and the unmistakable semi-hard yet throbbing cock pressing against the side of your knee.

Creeping up quickly, you can feel your next orgasm around the corner. Tears prick your eyes as you realize that all his generosity has really been a punishment this entire time. His fingers don’t hesitate to move even faster despite the press of your legs around his hand.

Taehyung brings your face down to his. He’s smirking fondly at you and your conflicted state of desperately needing to cum and ending all this pleasure at once. He presses a gentle kiss upon your lips, then drags his own across your face. His tongue darts out and swipes up and around your cheeks. He wipes away your tears, staining your face with his spit instead. Dragging his wet, warm tongue over your eyes, Taehyung tightens his grip on your throat. Your moans are mostly muffled now, and raspy against his hold.

Pussy clamming up around his fingers, squeezing tighter around them, you find yourself on the cusp on your second orgasm. All this from just his fingers. He single handedly unraveled you with very little effort but lots of determination.

You don’t even bother warning him this time as your second round of arousal gushes all over his fingers. He chuckles darkly against your cheek, only igniting your horny nerves in the form of goosebumps and shaking limbs. Pulling his fingers out of you, Taehyung returns your panties to their place and takes to rubbing your clit over the satin, cum stained fabric.

As you almost slip off his lap, the hand around your throat shoots back to your hips. Taehyung holds you steady through all your orgasm tremors watching as you squirt all over his thigh and the couch.

“Ah, shit,” he hisses, rolling his hips against your squirming legs. You fight against the ribbon around your wrists, desperate to push his hand away from your pussy, but you don’t accomplish much besides almost falling off him again.

“P-pl-ease,” you stutter. The bliss is starting to fade into sparks of pain from the nonstop friction he’s providing. You love it, but you can’t ignore the need for a quick rest, a moment to breathe. “Sir, please!”

Taehyung grunts and finally removes his hand from your crotch. You pull your legs up to your chest, frantically heaving for oxygen. Taehyung dips his head in the crook of your neck, attaching his lips to the most sensitive area and sucking away. Though you feel ruined, completely drained and fucked out, you lean into his touch and let him play around some more.

Gently, Taehyung holds you close and shifts up. His cum drenched hand reaches behind him and he grabs his phone. You furrow your brows, watching his movements carefully. He peeks a look at the device from under your chin, thumbing his way through the apps until he finds the one he’s looking for. The camera opens up in selfie mode. You stare back at yourself in the TV’s blue glow through the dark screen. You know he loves taking pictures of you like this, a quick keepsake for when he’s on tour and missing you.

Pushing your breast out, you give him a good shot of your confided tits in the blue lingerie. Taehyung smirks against your jawline as he watches you give your best angles to the camera. He takes a few shots with you then brings the camera down to your cum-stained panties, taking a few photos of your wet slick thighs and ruined lingerie.

When he’s finally done, he tosses the phone a side and sits you down between his legs. Returning to his gaming stance, Taehyung grabs hold of his headset and puts it on. “Shut up, hyung,” he chuckles into the mic. “You’re just jealous that yours isn’t as hot as mine.”

Your jaw goes slack as he reaches for his controller. You knew they were listening, and knew he didn’t care, but his response still shocks you all the same. Taehyung pushes the mic down as Yoongi curses him in three different languages and whispers, “Spread’em, baby.”

You furrow your brows. Aflush with anger and humiliation, you question through gritted teeth, “why?”

Taehyung scoffs, rolling his eyes. “They’ll get over it,” he mutters with a new degree of arrogance, as if he himself wasn’t so embarrassed by your moans all those moments ago. “I won’t ask you again.”

You huff and spread your legs, hands still tied behind your back. You can feel his hard cock within your grasp, but don’t dare to make a move for it. Not yet, anyways.

Pushing your panties aside once more, Taehyung shoves the handle of the controller into your pussy. It’s short but thick. And though it does not fill you as well as his fingers, let alone his huge cock, you still gasp a quiet moan.

“Yeah, just like that,” he whispers into your ear. “Nice and quiet while I finish up the game. Do you think you can manage that now, babygirl?” Voice as thick and sweet as honey, you can’t help but get lost in it’s trance.

You nod immediately, quietly mumbling, “yes, sir.”

Taehyung smirks as his tattooed hands make themselves comfortable in the awkward position of the controller. You watch in awe as he plays flawlessly, despite the fact that your pussy is gripping on the other half of the handle. And everytime he loses, his avatar disappears, or misfires, the controller would vibrate, sending sudders up and down your pussy.

“Sir, please,” you sigh, sounding more desperate than when you started. “Enough games.”

“Just one last round,” he chuckles.

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sassycassie-s-writing · 3 years

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Winter Court Wedding

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): A Court of Thorns and Roses Series/Rhysand

Rating: PG/K+

Original Idea: This has been in my head for a few days and I had to get it out of my head so I could write other stuff XD

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) 2,356 words... yup it ran away from me again. This one pretends Tamlin isn’t a terrible person so we get Rhys instead 😉 @itscheybaby

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“Rhysand?” I called through the town house.

“Yes?” His voice was coming from the kitchen.

I went downstairs, holding the box I’d found in our room. “What’s this for?” I asked, indicating the heavy fur-lined black cloak with silver embroidery of the moon and stars up the sides.

“Can’t I give you a gift just because I want to?” His smirk was almost too casual for me to believe him.

“You know I prefer coats in Velaris,” I replied. “So there’s something going on.”

He sighed, wings drooping. “Alright. You caught me,” he muttered. “We’re going to the Winter Court.”

“What for?”

“Kallias and Vivane’s wedding.”

“Didn’t they get married like an hour after he got back from Under the Mountain?”

Rhysand folded his arms, tucking his wings against his back a little tighter. “Yes,” he said carefully, “but they’re hosting a formal reception for their court, as well as for the other High Lords. I’m sure Kallias doesn’t actually want to invite us, or any of the other High Lords for that matter, but Mor and Vivane are really good friends and I don’t think he wants to harm that relationship.”

“So Mor’s coming with us, then?”

“Unfortunately, no. She has to put out a fire in the Court of Nightmares.”

“Literal or figurative?”

“Figurative. Keir is pitching fits again.”

“Ah. Same old, same old, then.”

“Pretty much.”

I decided to change the subject.

“So, the cloak is to keep me warm in the Winter Court climate, I’m assuming.”

“Yes. Hopefully without damaging your dress. Sometimes your coats rumple the skirts. While we’re in Velaris—and anywhere in the Night Court that’s not the Court of Nightmares, really—I don’t mind. But you know what we look like to the other courts. The image we present.”

Wealthy, dangerous, ruthless, powerful Night Court High Fae. Immaculate and pristine. Never even a hair out of place. Always in control of every situation. The High Lord who always got what he wanted, his thunderstorm of a High Lady by his side. Nary a trace of the Illyrian half-breed with self-worth issues and the Autumn Court runaway who’d never belonged anywhere.

“I know,” I said.

Rhys approached me and pulled the cloak out of its small box. “Besides,” he said, slinging it around me, “it does look rather fetching on you.” He bent his head and pressed a kiss to my neck.

“Charmer,” I teased.

He laughed. “I could say the same about you.”

I wrapped my arms around him. “I missed you, while you were… gone.”

Even though he insisted he was fine, I still did my best not to mention Under the Mountain. The secrets he’d been forced to keep, the things he’d been forced to do to keep me and the rest of the Night Court safe. We talked about it when he needed to, and I would always be there for him, but I didn’t need to force the past forty-nine years on him.

Rhys put his arms around my waist under the cloak and buried his nose in my hair. “I missed you too.”

“So when do we leave for the Winter Court?”

He knew I was changing the subject away from what I didn’t want to bring up, but he let me. “Tomorrow. We may stay overnight, we may not.”

“Shame Mor’s not coming with.”

“Agreed. She’d love to see Viviane again.”

“We’ll find some way to reunite them. How about that?”

“I think it sounds delightful. We’ll put them in a sound-proof room so we don’t have to hear them squealing into the late hours of the night.” His sarcasm was not lost on me. I chuckled. We swayed in place for a bit. “Let’s go get prepared for tomorrow, darling,” he said.

“Okay,” I agreed.

—

I already miss the Northern mountains, I thought at Rhys, wrapping the beautiful new cloak tighter around me to suppress a shiver. Even they aren’t as cold as this.

He hid his amused smile with a lazy smirk, boredly surveying the Winter Court ice waste around us as the reindeer-pulled sleigh whisked over the snow. I agree, he thought back, but it’s not for very long.

The small tiara I’d chosen to accompany my gown was like I’d wrapped an icicle around my scalp. The metal of it practically frozen to my skin.

The sleigh turned a corner.

“By the Cauldron,” I breathed.

The palace was made of ice. It towered into the sky with sharp jags and icicle towers, hexagonal walls filtering sunlight from behind. White-furred bears patrolled the battlements alongside the soldiers. All of whom sported white hair and pale blue uniforms. Snow was falling, but there was only a scattering of clouds. The High Lord’s magic, then, probably.

It might be a good idea to close your jaw, Rhys advised, no sarcasm present. We have an image to maintain while we’re here.

Right, I thought.

The sleigh driver pulled us up to a half-circle drive of packed snow. At the apex of the half-circle were two massive doors to the palace, wide open to the deep blue gloom of indoors. After slowing to a stop, we gave the driver a curt but polite thank-you and swept out of the sleigh. I caught Rhys flicking a finger before offering me his arm. What magic did you just do? I thought at him.

Tipping the driver. It’s polite but I definitely don’t want to be seen doing it. Would ruin the monster reputation I’ve spent centuries building. An image accompanied his reply—of a cheeky wink. I sent him back nothing but laughter.

An attendant—a young “lesser” faerie female with skin the color, texture, and reflectiveness of powdered snow—guided us inside. It was a lot warmer within the ice-crafted walls than I would have expected. I almost wanted to remove my cloak. The attendant looked absolutely terrified of us. Rhys and I barely acknowledged she was there, both keeping impassive expressions on our faces. I wished I could reassure her that everything was alright—that we were friendly—but I knew why I couldn’t.

She led us up what technically counted as a spiral staircase—despite it being hexagonal and not perfectly circular—to a suite of rooms. “His Lordship hopes you will be comfortable here,” the attendant said.

“Thank you.” A curt dismissal from Rhys. She scampered away.

Once she was gone and the doors closed, both of us relaxed. “I hate acting like that,” I muttered.

“Me too. But every High Lord puts on a face,” Rhys said. “You remember Helion. He seems terribly prickly and temperamental in public but is quite amusing and kind in private.” Rhys sat on a white sofa embroidered with sky blue winter flora and a few snowflakes.

“I do remember Helion. I also remember wishing you’d given me a warning about it. I was ready to punch him for being so rude to you.”

Rhys winked at me. “That wouldn’t have been nearly as fun,” he replied. I rolled my eyes. “Well, love, there’s nothing to do but wait until the reception. We did arrive a little early.”

“Four hours is ‘a little’?” I joked.

All I got was a shrug. “I like making statements,” he replied casually. “I arrive when I wish and I don’t care about their scheduling. Usually I would prefer to show up late to make it seem like I really don’t care about whatever it is they’ve had the courage to invite me to, but sometimes it’s more fun to arrive much earlier than planned and make that everyone else’s problem.”

I laughed. “You do a good job of making your act seamless.”

“Centuries of practice, darling.” He lounged on the sofa but patted the seat next to him. I sat beside him. It was almost warm enough inside to remove my cloak, but not quite. Rhys’ body heat was helping make up the difference. “You look beautiful, by the way.”

I grinned. “Thanks. You’re quite stunning yourself.” Black jacket, immaculately embroidered in silver and gold, deep midnight blue shirt underneath buttoned all the way up to hide his tattoos, black slacks with a single ring of silver thread around the ankles. It had taken me an hour to convince him to wear a blue shirt instead of black. But it really brought out his eyes. Dimmed the blazing, powerful violet just enough to reveal that his irises were actually blue.

“I’m always stunning,” he replied.

I smacked him in the chest with the back of my hand. “Arrogant,” I accused.

He kissed me. “You like it though.”

I rolled my eyes.

—

The ballroom was enormous. Pillars of glimmering ice reflected faelight bobbing around the ceiling. It was lightly snowing inside. Winter Court High Fae and faeries milled around, talking, eating, drinking. A line extended away from the bride and groom. Well-wishers offering their congratulations.

Rhysand wasn’t going to bother waiting in the line. I knew that. We’d approach from behind or from the other side, offer our regards, and then leave.

But not immediately.

The ballroom was warm enough that I passed my cloak to a waiting attendant. My gown was so dark violet it was almost black. A bell-shaped skirt dotted with beads in the shape of stars swished over the ice floor, lightly dusted with snow. The gown’s sleeves barely capped my shoulders, but the long black satin gloves that ended two inches from the bottom of the sleeves helped keep my arms warm. The bandeau tiara had three dark amethysts glinting among the white diamonds.

The finery wasn’t terribly comfortable, but I knew the effect it had on others.

Rhys and I wandered the ballroom, mingling only occasionally—and only if the other party dared approach us first.

Including High Lord Tamlin of the Spring Court and his charming bride-to-be, Feyre Cursebreaker. Both of them looking happy and healthy and more in love than ever.

“Didn’t expect to see you here, Rhys,” Tamlin said begrudgingly. His eyes flicked over to me. I didn’t have to be daemati like Rhys to know what he was thinking. The whispers of the other faeries milling about followed me the moment we entered the room, and Tamlin was likely in agreement.

Freak. Unnatural. Witch. Lightning was not meant to be harnessed by magic like that. She doesn’t belong in any court.

I thought about snapping something at Tamlin, but Rhys cut in smoothly, “We could hardly miss an important function such as this, Tamlin.” He inclined his head at the female on Tamlin’s arm. “A pleasure to see you again, Feyre.”

“Wish I could say the same about you,” she replied dryly.

Rhys tsked, but didn’t say anything to her. “Enjoy the party,” he said to both of them instead before pulling me away. I waved at Feyre, letting an apology touch my expression. Her glare softened a moment and she lifted her fingers as though to wave back, but thought better of it.

I turned away. She’d saved Tamlin and freed the other High Lords and their courts from Amarantha. She gave Rhys back to me—and I couldn’t even give her the thanks she deserved. Electricity crackled in my veins. Rhys jolted slightly as I shocked him. No one else would have noticed.

Easy, he thought at me. What’s wrong?

I let him into an antechamber in my shields, to see what I thought and felt without having to explain. Thoughtful silence followed. We’ll find a way to let you thank her. For us both to thank her. She gave me back to you, too.

Thank you, I thought at him.

Of course. I felt a loving caress against my shields. I sent one in return.

Rhys took me through the crowd, occasionally offering greetings to the High Fae and faeries who didn’t cower as we passed. Rhys’s damper on his power had been loosened. Not released completely, but relaxed—allowing tendrils of darkness to drift from him like shafts of steam. It was an intimidation tactic. He did it a lot.

“Kallias. Viviane,” Rhys said as we approached the bride and groom. Both looked resplendent. Viviane in her simple but no doubt expensive gown that glittered like powdered snow under the moonlight. They turned to us. “Morrigan sends her regards and regrets that she couldn’t make it.” Those words were directed at Viviane. She smiled at the both of us. More warmly at me than at Rhys.

“Congratulations to you both,” I said with a genuine smile. “You deserve to be happy with one another.”

Kallias gave me a cold stare. Wondering where my calculating, ruthless High Lady mask was, no doubt. But I did want them to know that I was happy for them. That I was happy they’d found one another after Amarantha.

“Thank you,” Viviane said before Kallias could reply. She reached out and took my hand in both of hers. “And thank you for coming.”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” Rhys said smoothly, smirking slightly.

“We left our gift on the table with the others,” I said softly to Viviane.

She gave me a warm grin. “Thank you. Thank you, both.”

I returned the grin and Rhys bade a curt goodbye to Kallias before we retreated back into the crowd.

“Care to dance?” I asked.

“With you? Always.” He smiled at me. For a moment I forgot we were in another court. All I could think of was him. All I could see was those blazing eyes—that lazy smile. His warmth against me.

I didn’t realize I must have been showing that on my face because he leaned down and kissed me. “The rest of tonight is going to be so much fun,” he whispered suggestively, giving me that playful smirk he always had when he knew we were both going to get what we wanted from each other before the night was over.

A shiver that had nothing to do with the Winter Court chill travelled down my spine. Excitement. “Oh, I think it will be,” I replied.

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Benimaru x reader

Wait for me princess

How you’ve been able to compose yourself over the past five years is nothing short of a miracle. When you and Beni got together he was clear that he didn’t want to have sex until marriage, okay easy right? Hell no... it was torture watching him prance around looking like the best damn meal you never got to eat. He proposed last year and your wedding is set for next month. You were ready, more than you ever have been. Now don’t let this sour your thoughts you truly did love him, every inch of him you adored. But the sexual tension around the house was just starting to become unbearable. You knew he could feel it too. Even something as simple as seeing you in shorts made him hard as hell. And seeing what he was packing made your mind melt at the thought of doing it with him. But every time you two were having those thoughts you’d both have to suck it up and pretend it was nothing. The closest you’ve been with him was when he almost lost his mind running his tongue all over your stomach before pulling away and literally running from you. But let’s get to the fun part yeah?

Smal time skip to honeymoon

You arrive to your bungalow suite with your now husband right behind you. “Wow this place is beautiful Beni” you exclaim running around checking out the place. “I thought you’d love it here since your from the Caribbean and all” he says smiling at you. “Yeah it reminds me of home with how clear the water is” you reply. He comes up behind you as you stare out the window of your bedroom into the water. Feeling him wrap his arms around you slowly and kissing your head then placing one on your neck. “B-Beni..” you say in a shaky voice. “Mmhmm” he says as he continues to kiss your neck and exposed shoulder. Without thinking your hand reaches behind you running your fingers through his soft hair. Your breathing hitched and a small moan escapes as you feel him bite down on your skin a bit. “Prepare yourself my love, as soon as the sun sets I’m laying claim to your beautiful body” he says smirking against your neck. You could only nod at his words before feeling him remove himself from you and leave the room. “Haha I’m in danger~” you think to yourself before going to get your bag and taking out some clothes. After a nice shower Beni walks in as you were leaving and still had a smirk plastered on his face. He was the type to walk the walk and talk the talk so if he was being this cocky then you knew it was trouble for your body. You sit on the bed with nothing on but one of the shirts you took from his side of the closet and a thong, on your phone responding to message from family and friends. You see him enter the room in nothing but a towel and your eyes quickly meet his. He slowly walked towards you with this particular look in his eye that said nothing more than he was hungry. Hungry for you and your body. He wiggles his finger at you telling you to come here as he gets to the side of the bed. You comply never breaking eye contact with him as you sit in front of him. He runs his warm hand on your cheek and brushes his thumb across your bottom lip. “I ever tell you how much I love you princess?” He says. “Everyday” you reply before kissing his thumb. He chuckles lightly before pressing harder on your lips, you open a bit and wrap your tongue around his thumb sucking on it gently and slowly. “Good girl” he says in a low voice. Before pulling out his thumb and sliding in his index and middle fingers rubbing on your tongue. You moan a bit moving your hands to your lap for a bit of control. Your eyes trail down his body to the towel before slowly pulling it off hearing it hit the ground, removing his fingers. You stare in awe of it licking your lips a bit before picking it up in your hand (yes Beni definitely gives off that BDE) and stroking it. His body responds immediately seeing his legs tense up. Up to this point not a single word has been said making the air thick. You look up at him gripping his dick harder before rubbing the tip on your tongue. A groan leaves his mouth watching you. He grabs your scarf and takes it from your hair tossing it on the floor making your curls fall all over the place, a bit wild. You lick up his dick making sure to get it as wet as you could, then slowly taking him inside your mouth. “Haa~ fuck yes” he moans watching you bob up and down steadily going faster. After all this time you never knew what he tasted like and it was damn good. You take him as far as you could leaving little left to swallow. His grunts and moans edging you on to become more gone than you were. His hands now on either side of your head as his hips thrust against your mouth. Over and over again thrust after pleasure filled thrust he slammed into your mouth. Your hands running up his torso and legs making him feel as good as you possibly could. He abruptly stops you by pulling your hair backwards hearing a wet pop. “I didn’t take you for the type babe~ I almost came” he says panting. You in a daze lick your lips while wiping the spit running down your chin with your hand. He takes off the shirt and pushes you on your back smirk as he reaches and pull off your panties. You spread your legs for him rubbing your pussy.

He looks at the mess you’ve made between your legs rubbing his finger tips on your pussy replacing your own hand. “Such a messy girl from being face fucked” he says smirking. “Beni please~” you whimper, your mind couldn’t take it anymore, you needed him and didn’t care how desperate you looked. He nods licking his lip, taking his dick and rubbing it on your pussy coating it with your juices. Your eyes shut as you hold in the little moans trying to come out from the friction. He leans down over your small body before lining himself up with you and slowly sinking inside you. Your body shakes violently as you cry out from the stretch. Once he’s fully in with a loud moan and grunts of his own he kisses you tenderly while rubbing your waist for comfort. Once he sees you relax a bit he pulls out and slides back in wrapping his arms around your body. “You feel so good inside princess~” he moans in your ear making your blush. He takes his time being sure to give you slow but deep thrusts, not a single inch was excluded. Your body had not felt this kind of touch in ages and it felt like you were literally doing it for the first time, but this time it was different since it was him. The man you loved to pieces and the one you knew you wanted to spend your life with was claiming you in the most intimate way possible, just the thought edging you closer to cumming. “B-baby I’m g-gunna cum~” you moan loudly scratching up his back with your nails. He doesn’t speed up instead using his hips more he grinds harder into your body. “God damn it it feels too good~” he moans before attacking your exposed neck leaving marks all over it. Before you could think your body tenses up and your first orgasm in years tears your mind apart. It was the most intense feeling you had ever experienced in your life leaving your a twitching mess under him. Your eyes with tears spilling from them and your mouth agape as you gush all over his dick. Your whimpers only pushing him closer to his release as well. “Fuck I’m gunna cum princess. God~” he moans as he speeds up fucking you even more senseless. Your hand digging into you hip while his slams against you. And with the little strenth you had, wrapping your legs around his waist silently begging him to cum inside. You could feel him smile against your neck. Letting out the sexiest sound you have ever heard you feel him cumming deep inside you. As he rode out his release you grab him weakly kissing his lips before he stops completely. You feel yourself getting tired and close your eyes before begin flipped over and having your face pushed into the bed. “I waited five fucking years to touch you princess~ I’m not done with you. I’m sorry In advance but I have some lost time to make up for” he says smirking. And trust... he made the wait worth it all night long.

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hiiii friend🥺🤍🤍🤍 I love ur blog so much it was an automatic follow when i found out u were a black writer too!!! for the event can i request Toji w/ hair bands & sunglasses if that’s ok<3 have a beautiful day xoxo

STALLION’S 600 MILESTONE EVENT

♡ Hair bands: Breeding

♡ Sunglasses: Over protective/Yandere

TW: whew Toji is a trigger warning in his own, not proofread so if you see something that doesn’t make sense shhhh, Yandere themes obviously, toxic relationship themes, jealousy, breeding, manipulation kinda, MINORS DNI!

WC: 1.9k

You should have known better than to even glance in another man’s direction, let alone give him the attention and blessing of being in your presence that Toji had made clear was reserved for him and only him. That was always stressed with hisses, tugs on your arms in the opposite direction, and threats of violence coming their way whenever he felt someone was becoming too close to what was his.

His love for you was intoxicating to the point where it was a toxic bitterness with just a side of sweetness. A day never going by where you weren’t put on a pedestal and treated like a queen, him even going as far to literally kiss the floor you walked upon one day. So much love coming your way reserved exclusively for you was foreign to your body, so instead of leaving you clinged on to every overpowering gesture of affection sent your way. Ignoring the antics of your overly possessive boyfriend if it meant you would be loved a little longer.

Toji never liked that slimy blue eyed man that always came around. A sneer always on his scarred lips whenever Gojo was around. Even the overly flirtatious tone of his voice got the hittman in an uproar, ready to grab his flimsy lanky body by the neck and fling it across the room whenever he cheekily let pet names for you seep from his pathetic lips. And if it wasn’t for you stepping in to calm Toji down when he was on the brink of violence then Gojo very well could’ve been extinct from this earth already. No matter how powerful he was, Toji's want to have you to himself was stronger.

Still, their prior negative interactions with each other didn’t stop you from holding and entertaining a conversation with the white haired man when he called out to you and stopped you in your tracks of approaching the door of the apartment you shared with your beloved.

Your heart was just too pure and sweet, always faithful for your Toji in return of his undying love, that you didn’t see anything wrong with the interactions. Expecting the conversation to last no longer than 4 minutes in fear of what would happen if your lover overheard you two talking outside the door. But no matter how many times you tried to dismiss yourself Gojo was just so adamant that you listened to the extended story of his and Geto’s latest wild antics.

You didn’t even notice the presence of Toji until the low rumbling of a growl sounded from behind you warranting your eyes to move in that direction, only to be met with the sight of your angered significant other: chest heaving with anger, eyes low with vengeance, and muscles flexing ready to pounce and attack.

“I’ll deal with you later, Satoru,” each word that left him was laced with a deep venom, “I’d sleep with one eye open if I were you.”

That was the only verbal warning given to him before you felt the force of strong fingers gripping at your neck dragging you in the direction of your apartment, your breath hitched in a throat and at a loss of words. Silently anticipating what was awaiting you the minute you would step in the threshold of your home.

“Do you not love me?” The click of the door closing and locking is the only sound bringing you away from the maze that was your mind currently, the deep feeling in your gut letting you know that you had really messed up. “Is that why you continue to speak with that filth? It’s because you hate me right?”

“Toji–” The grip of his fingers tightening around the flesh of your neck cuts your sentence premature.

“No, that must be it. You must be thinking of him fucking you right now. You want him to take you away from me, don’t you?” He continues on, tears gathering in the corner of his eyes threatening to spill on to his cheeks. “If I hadn’t come outside when I did he would’ve stolen my precious y/n away from me because he’s a fucking piece of scum like that!” His insecurities dare to pierce through his words as he screams them at the top of his longs, startling you at just how unhinged he was becoming right in front of you.

“Gojo isn’t even my type,” you begin to reassure him, choosing your words carefully, “I could never leave you, Toji. No one has ever loved me as much as you have.” You wish there was a more clear way to relay this to him without having to repeat every other week whenever he decided to have an episode over yet another man that wiggled their way into your life. His accusations were baseless and both of you knew it, but still his words sent a sting to your heart that had tears of your own threatening to spill from your eyes.

It was like nothing you could do would ever be enough for him to feel loved securely and that alone put a knife through your heart.

“You’re lying to me, you’re just telling me what I want to hear! I’m not stupid!” Without warning his fingers wiggle their way in between the rough material of your denim jeans to run a single finger over the damp fabric of your panties, sneer only growing at the realization of your wetness. “Is this for him or me? I can’t tell anymore when it comes to you.”

“For you.” You let out a soft pant when he moves your panties to the side and his bare roughed thumb makes contact with your clit. And in all honesty it was for him. There was something about watching him go absolutely feral over something as simple as another man having a conversation that made you feel appreciated; your toxic interpretation of affection.

“It’s all for you. I don’t love anyone else but you.” It was the extra arousal that accumulated around his fingers that let him know you were telling the truth and even without it he would know you were telling the truth. Your body reacted to his touch and his touch only, conditioned by him to perform how he wanted it too at his will. Your body was meant just for him.

“Kneel for me, darling.’

And so you did exactly just that, obeying his orders the moment he removed his hands from your pants. Not even bother to speak up about how you thought you should leave the corridor of your home and move to the bedroom. Your request would fall on deaf ears anyway.

Sinking to your knees you worked immediately on getting the string holding his white pants together undone, hand going to palm his bulge while you spent your precious time removing his boxers from his hips.

“Hurry up,” He hissed out in annoyance and eagerness. And just like minutes ago you obeyed his command, pulling down his boxers until his cock was springing free and slapping against the lower abs of his stomach.

The impatient traits in him had you grabbing your hair to gain control of you, not allowing your throat time to adjust or get ready for his size before he was lowering your mouth onto his dick. The sudden fullness leaving you gagging around his shaft that only sent shivers up his spine, grunts leaving his lips with each bob of your head he made you do.

The tears that were already brimming your eyes began falling down your cheek when Toji quickened up the thrusts of his hips into your mouth practically fucking it. Drool spilled from the corner of your mouth only lubricating it more and allowing him to move at a quicker pace than before and fit more of his fat cock down your throat, a slight stinging sensation making your throat sore with each thrust.

Even through blurry teary eyes you could see his lower abs begin to construct signaling that he was close to his orgasm already, but instead of shooting his load down your throat and watching as your pretty face got messed up with it, he had different plans in mind. Pulling out of your mouth completely he allowed you a well deserved break to breathe and relax your jaw.

“Say you’re mine.” He commanded from above.

Without a skip your lips moved to say, “I’m yours, Toji. Always and forever.”

Your answer worked in both of your favor because the sneer on his face finally changed into something of a smile at your words.

Leaning down he gropes your breast through the restraint of your shirt before roughly lifting your shirt up and pulling down your bra to release them, a gentle smack landing on both of them soon after.

“Get up and face the wall.” Another command that you obey in seconds, gulping as you anxiously awaited his next move with nervous fingers gripping at the drywall.

Your whole body was suddenly violently jerked from the motion of Toji practically ripping your jeans off of you with his strong hands, not even bothering to remove them from around your ankles but instead using them to keep your mobility limited slightly.

“Mine, only mine.” He mumbles against your neck as he places kisses, sliding your underwear to the side with his index and middle finger to allow his cock access to your hole. Sliding into you until he was at the hilt with a moan that was borderline a groan, precum already dripping into the confinement of your walls.

“Gojo would never be able to fuck me as good as you do.” You pump his head full with a superiority complex knowing it would only make him perform better than he already was and you were correct because immediately he began thrusting up into you at a speed that left your walls contracting around his slick cock and his orgasm from minutes ago already catching up again.

The snaps of his hips were quick, rough, and sloppy but the curvature of his dick against your g spot made any style of thrusting feel amazing to you. The pleasure barely allowed you to stand without your knees buckling in on you, the tight hold Toji had around your waist keeping you from falling on to the floor.

He hammered into you from behind while periodically squeezing the soft flesh of your breast, something he often found comfort in doing. Each lewd gasp that escaped your pretty plump lips only encouraged him to move quicker until he had profanities spilling from underneath his breath.

“Maybe I should know you up,” he suggests, “Make it so you’ll always be tied to me no matter what. Make your belly plump with my offspring. You’d be such a pretty momma and have the most gorgeous post pregnancy body. I wouldn’t be able to resist you.” Whimpers and moans sounded from the both of you at his words. The image he painted turning the two of you on in different ways that met in the middle.

“Gonna get you nice and pregnant so no one else will mess with you again and you won't betray me again.” And with one final thrust he sent long spurts of his warm seed into your pussy. Only pulling away to watch his masterpiece with a smile as cum dripped from your hole and made a mess all over the insides of your thighs.

The same smile adorned his lips as he walked hand in hand with you through the corridor of your apartments months later with your belly protruding and beginning to form a consistent ball while you waddled by his side, so dependent for him for almost everything you did due to the side effects of your pregnancy.

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lillupon · 3 years

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AEV Chapter 21 Bonus: Canon-divergent AU

If you’ve been following me for a while, you may have seen me blabbing about Wonwoo getting pregnant in this fic! I actually debated for a long time on whether or not male omegas could conceive. If male omegas could not get pregnant, it could be another reason why they occupy the lowest rung in the societal hierarchy. Anyway, I scrapped that idea because there’s something very thrilling about Mingyu knocking Wonwoo up—in particular, while he is still Wonwoo’s student.

But then I thought: Maybe alphas are more virile and omegas are more fertile during their cycles. They didn’t use protection while Mingyu was in rut. So, despite Wonwoo being on the pill, he gets pregnant. He doesn’t find out that he’s pregnant until he and Mingyu have already broken up. He keeps the child. Names her Jeongyeon.

I imagine Mingyu and Wonwoo reconnecting in the same way they did in chapter 20. Wonwoo reluctantly cuts their first meeting short, but this time, not with the excuse of being hungry and having to do more work later:

Wonwoo slips off the table and stretches his arms over head. The vertebrae between his shoulder blades pop satisfyingly. “I’m sorry, Mingyu. I’d love to chat more, but I have to run.”

Mingyu also slides off the desk. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you this long.”

You can keep me for as long as you like. Wonwoo doesn’t voice the thought out loud, but it embarrasses him just to think it. Things have changed. Now, Wonwoo is just one face in a sea of thousands, just one person out of many who loves Mingyu. “Don’t be sorry. I really enjoyed catching up with you and hearing about what you’ve been up to.”

Mingyu smiles at him. “You don’t have to spare my feelings.”

Wonwoo laughs softly. “I’m serious! I would have liked to talk more, but I, ah—I need to go pick my daughter up from daycare.”

The smile freezes on Mingyu’s lips. His throat bobs as he swallows. It’s a beat before he recovers. “I’m sorry for keeping you from your family. I didn’t realise you had a kid and a mate now.”

Wonwoo shakes his head. “It’s just my daughter and me.”

“Oh,” Mingyu says. “Your mate…”

“Not in the picture anymore.”

“I’m sorry,” Mingyu says. Stiff. Awkward. Cautiously curious, he asks, “Did they uh… You know… Kick the bucket?”

Wonwoo’s laugh is genuine. Kicking balls rather than buckets, he wants to say. “No, they’re alive and well. We just went our separate ways.”

Mingyu’s heart falls out the bottom of his stomach when Wonwoo says that he needs to go pick his daughter up from daycare. They had spent the last two hours chatting and laughing. Mingyu had found himself falling all over again. Charmed by this beautiful man with his beautiful smile.

Of course someone else had been captivated too. He had steeled himself for this before he walked through the doors of Carat Elementary, that Wonwoo might belong to another person now. The mental preparation does nothing to ease his disappointment.

His heart is saved from its death throes by the words It’s just my daughter and me. It valiantly climbs up to his chest again. It still hurts, but with a different sort of wound. Wonwoo had loved someone enough to have a child with them, but they had walked out.

How could anyone do that to Wonwoo?

Mingyu feels like a gormless and clingy puppy. He trails after Wonwoo as the omega goes to his desk to pack up his belongings. Falls into step beside Wonwoo as they exit through the school doors and head to the parking lot.

Mingyu waits until Wonwoo’s car has pulled out of the parking lot before leaving himself.

Chaeyoung returns home for reading break. The Kim family all take a trip down to the hot springs for a week. Mingyu had been looking forward to spending time with his family for months, but now that he is actually here, all he wants to do is return to the city. See Wonwoo again.

As soon as Mingyu is back in the city, he visits Wonwoo again. A lot of people won’t date single parents, but Wonwoo having a kid changes nothing for him. The years they spent apart have not diminished his feelings for Wonwoo. Mingyu still pines, still wants to provide—not just for Wonwoo, but Jeongyeon as well. He just has to figure out whether or not Wonwoo is interested in dating someone. More specifically: whether or not Wonwoo might be interested in dating him.

Meanwhile, Wonwoo is struggling to figure out how to break the news to Mingyu. He wonders if he should bring it up at all. It’s a huge secret—perhaps even more so than the clandestine affair between student and teacher. It’s a secret that can destroy the budding friendship that is starting to bloom between him and Mingyu. Mingyu will feel betrayed, lied to, Wonwoo knows. He doesn’t know if he can withstand losing Mingyu a second time.

It weighs on him, every time they meet. Almost to the point where he feels sick when he sees Mingyu smiling at him, sweet and tender. To make matters worse, Jeongyeon, normally a shy and quiet child, has imprinted on Mingyu like a duckling. It’s as if she knows Mingyu is her father. It hurts Wonwoo’s heart, to look at the two of them playing: Mingyu sitting hunched in a too-small plastic chair, daintily holding a tiny teacup between his forefinger and thumb; Jeongyeon pouring Mingyu tea, sharing with him plastic pastries. This could be his, for real, but he’s so scared.

They’re both falling deeper and deeper for each other, and they both know it. But as quickly as they had crossed the line years ago, they’re more hesitant now.

It comes to a breaking point when Mingyu invites him for a day out. An afternoon at the art gallery, where the current exhibition features one of Wonwoo’s favourite artists, followed by dinner at a restaurant along the waterfront. This is different from all the other times they’ve spent in each other’s presence. Wonwoo knows this because he had caught a whiff of the nervousness in Mingyu’s scent before it was swiftly buried, and because Mingyu had said, “I was thinking, it might be just you and me.”

So Wonwoo drops Jeongyeon off at Dahyun’s house that day. He showers and spends an hour rifling through his closet before deciding on a simple turtleneck and dark jeans. He works some product into his hair and spritzes on a bit of cologne. He feels embarrassed for trying so hard, until he opens the door to greet Mingyu and is instead made speechless. He is floored by how gorgeous Mingyu looks. A sweater with a deep v-neck, the colour of red wine. Tucked into thigh-hugging navy trousers that make his legs look a mile long.

Now Wonwoo fears he hasn’t tried hard enough. Except Mingyu quells that worry with an awed, “Wow. You look great.”

If Wonwoo had any doubts that their outing was a date, those thoughts are dispelled in the first two minutes: Mingyu opens the passenger door for him. Wonwoo ducks into the car, wanting to tease Mingyu about it, regain some sense of normalcy. Except the old-fashioned gesture has him giddy and tongue-tied like a young omega being taken out on their first date.

Fast-forward to the tail-end of their date. By the waterfront. Night has fallen. They had had a late dinner in a floating restaurant. They exit the boat, arms brushing. They stroll up the dock, making their way to the main wharf. Beneath Wonwoo’s feet, the wooden planks sway as a gentle tide ebbs and flows. He had two glasses of red wine with his salmon. Not quite enough to get tipsy, but he finds himself listing towards Mingyu, as if he is drunk. He flounders over his own feet, bumps into Mingyu’s side.

Mingyu reaches out to steady him with a hand on his low back. “Careful,” he says. Keeps his hand there.

All this reciprocated flirting and touching. Wonwoo feels like he’s been turned inside-out, his most vulnerable feelings on bright neon display for Mingyu’s eyes.

Victorian street lamps line either side of the wharf, glowing a warm orange that penetrates through the dark. Mingyu steps up to the railing and leans his weight against it. Wonwoo joins him. Together, they gaze out at the dark waters.

“I’m mad,” Mingyu says, except he sounds anything but. His voice sounds like it has been pulled taut, turned rough and brittle.

Wonwoo turns to Mingyu. Mingyu’s profile is thrown in shadow, and yet it still makes Wonwoo ache. He’s so handsome. “What’s wrong? Why are you mad?”

Mingyu doesn’t respond.

“Mingyu?” Wonwoo tries again.

Quietly, Mingyu says, “If it had been me, I never would have left you and Jeongyeon.”

Ahh, I’m really captivated by this AU of AEV, but I feel like it would need another 30k-40k words to do it justice. I literally came up with this entire scenario so I could have Mingyu say that cheesy-ass line, hah!

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