#ngl I don't feel my fingers anymore...

[jellyala]

DragonBerry cookie.

She's so silly :3

Beast Ancients au belongs to @cuppajj

[grotesquevi]

cheers to your roommate, ellie williams. a vampire who’s into weird painplay and hating you.

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cw    #     18+  as it contains smut, blood kink, threats and death wishes, academic rivals pipeline (she hates you abby level), this is a vampire universe settled in college, mentions of murder, whiny switch!ellie + masochist!ellie combo (she likes to burns herself with [redacted] and [redacted] during sex), ngl she's kinda dark in here? serious obsessive, dryhumping, fingering, some oral fixation, painplay, based on this ask for my 1k celebration! — wc: 6k, image credits to cl6ireredfield on pinterest <3

ellie williams hates her roommate wholeheartedly.

it's a visceral feeling that settles in her stomach, similar to feed from rotten blood every time you cross her sight, living the undead life unfazed by her presence. you use her kitchen, her shower, her fucking sofa — makes her sure you're designed somehow to be everything she hates.

like a nightmare she's obligated to walk through every night, living with you in a small dormitory out of random assignation is something that never fails to get her in a bad mood: she's the best of her generation, prime hunter killer and top of the class, yet instead of receiving a congratulation basket or something similar, she only gets to have a shitty newly-turned vampire she happens to hate as a roommate.

it fills ellie with a rage she never knew before, ever so consuming and devastating that settles in her chest and blossoms like nightshade in her dead heart. you got the attention of her favorite teachers, walking around like the academy is yours, as if the elders were on your side when you were nothing but a human years before.

so yes, it's safe to say ellie’s mad. mad to the point it turns into an obsession that gets out of hand by the first couple of months, a race she knows is one-sided cause you're too busy not giving a single fuck at first. begins with having better grades, drink your blood rests in the freezer, ruin every single aspect of your life until you're truly miserable.

miserable. things would be easier if she stuck to her plans for once in her life, always failing in the process of her revengeful ideas, much sense if she wasn't so drawn to you, attracted like a polar opposite cause she wishes to be different than you — everything you're not.

hate is a powerful feeling. hate keeps the semester interesting, cause what else would ellie be doing more than spending every second salivating on the idea of making you fall off the rankings of the university once and for all? think about spitting blood on your mouth in the filthiest way possible? not really.

she can't afford these kinds of thoughts anymore, not when you insist on being a threat on a random tuesday night.

"so um, i don't know how to break this, but why do you have holy water? we can get in trouble for this if someone knows..." what the fuck did you just say? she barely talks to you during the night, so why are you talking to her? ellie's gaze travels from her awfully boring book to your pretty eyelashes that bats holding a small glass container with a metal cross in the center.

fuck.

too fast. everything's too fast when it gets out of hand: did she leave the bottle in the bathroom? how could she forget? — "what the fuck are you doing? you can't-" your words get lost in the air as she's pressing her pocket knife against your neck, lost pupils that dilate with nothing but boiling rage.

"say that again and i'll slit your throat" she spits. and by the look in her eyes, you know it's true. you hold no remnants of human blood in your system, but she could make you bleed if she wishes to. kill a vampire is as easy as feeding from a human, and to ellie, it's a threat she's willing to follow. "give me the pleasure and fucking say it big mouth. cause i'll never let them find you."

it's funny for a moment, when the knife presses against your skin ready to damage and you know deep down, she could be expelled and secluded for your death, become a clan-less vampire who'd die of despair or in hands of the hunters that now became a worldwide net if they knew the threats she's making against someone of her own kind: is it worth it?

the only threats ever made are reserved for humans and hunters, so it's clear when the adrenaline rushes to every corner of your body instead and you become aware of her hate, finally. fucking finally, you seem to realize the way she looks down at you like you were nothing, gaze inked with disgust. she would not hesitate to end your immortality with the same desperation you wish to do good and impress the elders who offered you a second life.

so the next few days, your eyes shine differently when seeing your roommate after the accident. knowing her dirty little secret and never even daring to mention it, you avoid ellie's presence more than ever now: arrive close to the sunrise and leave when the sun is about to disappear on the horizon. it's a new weight you're forced to carry in your shoulders now that you understand it.

ellie williams hates you wholeheartedly.

"can you pay attention to me for one fucking minute?" maybe shaw is right to be mad because ellie didn't go down on her today: a victim of her head as she’s been too distracted lately — "you're at a party and you're only interested in what she's doing."

the vampire brows furrow in question: what is her fling implying?

"it's not like that. you know it."

"maybe you should fuck her tonight instead of me" annoying. is she jealous? that would be new.

"please think about what you're saying." ellie would like to deny it even further, but she's stuck with the lame fact that she cannot take her eyes off you even from the other side of the room. fresh blood in your hand, you don't realize your roommate is at the same party as you are cause you're busy laughing and catching up with your pathetic, unimportant friends — "i feel nothing but repulsion for her."

"yeah," she can't blame shaw either for being tired, putting up with this attitude she's been keeping the entire semester: you're a fucking sickness for the dead, one she chooses to keep close, "you're fucking obsessed with your roommate, admit it. stop pissing me off with your lame jealousy and fucking do something about it, asshole."

the music's so loud for a moment that the bass makes ellie think she's alive for a second. how her heart must be beating as shaw leaves her behind, not really caring about whatever excuse she could make out in the moment: fucking do something.

it sits in her brain like a bad idea, marinating as she pretends to be interested in what the rest are talking about close to her. you're drunk it seems, flirting with a girl whose skirt is too high up her thighs — as if ellie’s going to ever allow you to take some random vampire who's standards are low enough to get in your sheets after one shitty party. she lives under the same roof too.

so she watches this whole interaction wishing to rip someones throat out. sipping on fresh blood from a plastic cup in a corner of the room, unable to tear away her gaze from you, an addictive sight under the throbbing lights that goes from blue to the richest pink hue as they reflect on your skin like a dream. a nightmare.

does she hate you? yes. hates the way you look, the way you feed, hates you in training when you're tacking shaw to the floor, climbing on top of her and succeeding to pin her down, leave her breathless beneath you as ellie debates herself on how deep her hate goes — could she make it aside to pin you down on her bed too? surely.

do something.

the entire night is a sick game to you — must be. you know the risks of getting involved with her, not only by her random acts of violence but because of her weird stash of holy water, the crucifixes you find the other day. it doesn't matter however, when you're staring at her even when people talk to you, pretending you don't feel the punch of ellie's gaze craving holes in your skin to demand just a tiny bit of your attention.

it's similar to haunting. you party like it's the woods and she's at the top notch animal on the top of the pyramid already lurking for some food. you're too drunk. high on rich kid blood fresh from the slaughterhouse of the academy, abusing on that heady feeling that gives you the confidence to stand in front of the vampire in a rush of adrenaline.

so it's perfect. perfect cause nobody seemed to care, nobody knows whats going on ellie's brain anyway, that hate that eats her insides but pulls her in the weirdest way closer to you. nobody's paying attention to a stupid interaction on the corner of a frat house, nobody cares about who's disappearing tonight.

"are you going to follow me around like this the rest of the year?"

"i dunno," she replies with honesty — "you gonna let me catch you in the end?"

"i'm not in the mood tonight for riddles, ellie. i'm having a good time with my friends," its an understatement cause she knows her voice is an unwelcoming sound to you after the pocket knife accident, but your lips are too red and dipped in dry blood, so tempting to lick down to give a single fuck. "m'not kidding around."

"yeah? your friends are busy hooking up, you sure you’re with them?" it's true when you've been dancing with strangers the last half hour, flirting without your usual circle around, she's been looking—. "seems to me you were ditched baby, don't lie."

"fuck off." what did she expect anyway? a good response? "i'm here just to let you know i'm asking for a room transfer tomorrow. i should get a response in no longer than a week."

"shit. and you're doing all of that hungover?" she's teasing you, testing your patience with a grin ellie cannot seem to hide: the vampire's having fun with you. "you sure it's not too much? would hate you getting burnt out for trying, leech."

"why do you care so much about what i do huh?" the consequences of drinking too much blood wash over you, dizziness settling in your brain like a new victim of your loose tongue. "last time i checked you hated me."

you're trying so hard not to stumble. it's funny for a moment when you're pushed by a much bigger vampire and ellie worries for a second you're going to fall while fighting to make her feel some sort of intimidation.

"i do hate you," she does, but that doesn't forbid her body from wanting, an act so pure and automated as feeding or breathing "but i'm a good samaritan and shit."

her words make you chuckle, a laughter that fills the air and catches ellie with a low guard when she notices the curve of your lips turning upwards and the movement of your chest as it expands and constricts filling the air with a sound she haven't heard before, enough to make her own heart jolt in her chest.

"good samaritan?" you don't really fall for it: clever girl—. "do good samaritans want to kill vampires in their sleep?"

what are you trying to do? what kind of act you pulling? fucking flirt. she threatens to slit your throat and you're giggling at her random lies? pretending you don't really notice the way her eyes keep wandering to your tits? insane.

"do you want to leave, leech?" she's so impatient sometimes, can't keep her mouth shut even if she wishes so. ellie blames it on the abuse of blood even when she's not remotely touched by it, enough to cement her mistakes that night "to our dorm- i mean."

"your girl ditched you huh? cold and fast."

"shaw is not my girl" she corrects annoyed, yet you're too busy thinking about her words: ours. — "we just fuck sometimes."

"then tell me, is this some sort of excuse, roomie?" ellie doesn't want to mention it, doesn't want to think about the way you seemed to be fixated on her too during the night, cause how else would you know about her presence on the same party? about her fling leaving? "gonna kill me in a dirty alley on the way back to our place?"

ours. that fucking word again —"yes. walking with you is the excuse i was waiting for."

"perfect. i was looking for a memorable ending for tonight."

so when you finally lose complete balance ellie's already hooking her fingers in the waistband of your jeans to keep your feet on the ground and preventing a possible accident, allowing you to rest against her body as a moment searching for support: how are you so warm when everything in their species is so cold? where does it come from? your previous humanity?

it seems you forgot about the pocket knife incident in your neck, the razor's edge sharp and ready to sink in thick skin. that would be coherent when you're walking down the campus close to randomly, ellie williams. the cold air seems similar to a slap in the face as you're much composed now, starting to wonder even why the fuck you're leaving the party with her.

what do you crave now? care from someone who only declares anger? that drug-like feeling of the touch of her fingers more intense than anything you've felt in your immortality years? feel- that's the thing, the key.

"i don't understand your behavior" you state close to her, maybe abusing substances is your way of being brave, honest: ellie can't decide. if you're asking for a transfer tomorrow, what's the worst thing that can happen? would she actually be capable of killing you during the night? you have a feeling she'll leave you alone the rest of the week—. "i don't get this need of hating and then flirting."

"flirt?" ellie asks, her hand feels mellow against your skin as the vampire let her fingers slip beneath your shirt, an invitation she grants by herself as her digits close tighter in your waist as she's helping you walk since you two leave the party—. "well, i thought we were just a couple of enemies trying to stay civil. guess i misread the fucking room huh?"

"funny," it's easy to reply and start this back and forth banter, bark and never bite. "you sure? this wouldn't have anything to do with you staring at my tits at all?"

"i thought we were fucking with each other, isn't that what enemies do?" is it funny for her? maybe that's why ellie chuckles. a coping mechanism as it becomes much intimate now when the two of you arrive to the dorm building. silence when there's no one around and it's much interesting there than anywhere else. "it's hard to hate you when you're this close leech, distracting cleavage."

it's such a pleasant surprise to witness how you get nervous under her words, how your brows reveal that nice surprise in your face at the confirmation: yes, she is flirting with you, do you need a more forward affirmation?

so the air feels electric when ellie's opening the door of the small space you've been sharing with her the entire semester, the smell of home combined with desire and blood making your brain so foggy it's a hazard, more than possibly dangerous when she's looking at you like that, when you're an unraveling mystery under her curious eyes.

"can i ask you something without you pulling on that knife of yours?" now as the door is closed your words seem to get lost in the air for a moment, real confidence you exude when it seems you're not going to get randomly killed for wanting a rational explanation even in private — "you don't have to answer if you don't want to."

"i'll think about it if you're quick."

it doesn't happen often, ellie's own brain betrays her to be kinder with you, nicer — "why do you keep crosses and holy water?"

"you sure you want to know the answer to that?" you nod like you've been offered a plate of food after a long journey, information you're tired of imagining — "i don't think you're going to believe me leech, borders on the mad-shit-crazy."

"what are you doing with it?" you wouldn't know when was the exact moment on which she corners you, but the back of your knee hits the couch and you end up sitting on it, trapped between the vampire legs and the comfortable cushions— "i don't think you're killing vampires with it. too much work to hide the bodies, and there haven't been any concerning missings lately."

you seemed to be getting to the point as ellie stayed silent, almost a joke when you don't need her help to find out the true motives of her crazy belongings as your eyes widen in new awe — "oh for fucking vlad. you are using this for sex?"

the lack of response gives you the chills: your roommate, the same vampire who's threats to slit your throat, is the very same one who craves the pain of holy water burning in her skin during pleasure, the marks of a cross red on the flesh when she cums.

interesting change.

"you were dead threatening me the other day- cause you simply like to indulge some pain when fucking?" you can't help but make fun of her, of the blush that spreads on her face down to her neck. sober now and like a damn stallion, you hook your fingers in the waistband of her pants now, pulling ellie with just enough force to make her fall on top of you. "can't you just be normal for once in your life and buy some strap? be into choking and blood like the rest of us?"

vulnerable. ellie williams is now vulnerable against the one person she hates the most, unable to stop her own actions when being seated on your lap feels so good it only ignites more hatred.

"pain is good," it's the only answer she can think of — "i'm not surprised you don't know it as you're a fucking rookie, but we as vampires heal hella quick."

you're going to whine about the sudden lack of weight pulling you down, her ass pushing awfully good against you before she's coming back again with the same artifacts you saw before: the small silver cross paired out with a poison-like container full of transparent water.

it makes you flinch at the sight, unconventional weapons designed to torture your kind.

"c'mere, sit on my lap it's easier" she pats her legs as you sit on top of her—"do you trust me?"

"no, i don't."

"good. give me your palm then," it's fucking crazy to admit how much she's enjoying this, how much she likes getting you like this— "and pray to the elders you're not losing your hand tonight."

you can tell it's a joke, but it never fails to leave you breathless when she treats you like that, cold words that promise only suffering as you give her your right hand. against her own, feels like radiation sweeping through her skin right through yours when ellie's carefully opening the bottle cap of the holy water, holding your hand tightly.

"go on. do it."

she hates you, but she looks at you waiting for a simple nod before pouring a single drop of water into your hand, consent. an interesting word that makes you gasp, wince instinctively as ellie holds your hand firmly, forbidding you to pull away or make any unwanted movement that would make the water fall off.

there's a sick moment in which you can feel the smell of skin burning alive under your nose, slowly absorbing in the middle of your hand as smoke comes out the wound. hurts. makes you whine audibly. where is the fucking pleasure of it?

you're missing it until your roommate's tongue comes in contact with your palm, licking the water it soothes the pain as your flesh begins to repair on it's own. turns you on as ellie's looking up to you, wishing to bite over that spot on your wrist she know she can draw blood from — you drank so much in the party, your roommate’s sure that if she bites she'll be able to feed from the blood that still lingers in your system as if you were human, blending it with a silvery vampire essence that’s purely yours.

it doesn't stop there anyway, it could never be possibly enough when ellie’s pouring another drip, two drips cause yeah-- she's sure you can take it. once again you flinch at the pain of the sudden contact of the holy water now in your collarbone, slowly making its way down to the valley of your chest.

it stings, burns in the most delicious way as it leaves a red trail behind, even when the burnt smell settles under your nose and ellie's eagerly letting her tongue follow the way down, thick and abundant saliva glistening under a skin that now heals again due to deadly abilities leaving no trace of a wound behind.

do you have a heart? is that it? did you turn human all of a sudden? cause you're sure your heart's beating in your chest loudly even when it don't exist, when ellie's mouth follow the path of holy water down to your tits, an innocent bite, wandering tongue — it's enough to make you biased, just a taste to make you wonder more about her masochist tendencies.

"next question," she suggests. not even close to you for a fucking kiss, yet somehow closer than she’s ever been when her fingers trace an invisible pattern in your thighs: "if i found your pretty pussy already wet and soaking for me, would you push my hand away... or would you grind against my fingers like a good vampire slut?"

raw, drops like a bomb and it couldn't be clearer as a sunny day: "i don’t know. why don’t you fuck around and find out?"

hates makes her different, rougher, less funny, constantly stiff, a stark contrast now to how need makes ellie pliant, considerate and desperate now that she's able to touch you properly, a sweet melody that scratches part of her brain and makes her weak, drunk on your charms.

does it make you a sadist? as you take the glass bottle from her fingers and a single drop falls against ellie's neck and you can feel her tensing down beneath you, do you get turned on because it hurts or her moans? your tongue does the same job as she did before, stinging when you swallow and the holy water travels down your throat like a reminder of her taste, of your sworn nemesis surrounding you entirely.

again. you need to do it again cause her reaction is too delicious to let it pass now, not turn it in a primal fight for control, a need for dominance cause ellie's fucking tired of feeling you against her damn belt and not her hands as she tries to unbuckle your jeans, and you on the other hand, are way too busy pulling on her white tank top upwards until your fingers reach her ribs to have more of her skin bare and exposed to you.

touch. you need to touch her more.

"nobody can know about this, okay?" 

can ellie fight the weight of your lust? she can barely resist her own under your hands, cast in a new kind of spell when her top finally rests on the floor and instead, she's received by a gust of affliction, fire on her skin that makes ellie's back arch away from the sofa to your mouth instead, delicious pain.

her skin heals, but the sensation of your tongue drinking the holy water takes her breath away as you wail in the agony of your throat already sore, forcing yourself to soothe the sensitive skin of your roommate with the warmth of your tongue.

"i understand it now," ellie's giving up the fight by now: do whatever you want. keep fucking burning her, keep helping her to take it with your thick and dense saliva coating her skin, lips red at the contact of the water already corroding your mouth — "this whole pain thing. it's nice you know? to see you squirm around, trembling 'cause it hurts and it turns you on."

she comes to the conclusion that she's neck-deep already, this weird connection between jealousy and desire who's devastating enough to let you kiss her, drown her in you. slow and invading your tongue pushes against her own and ellie's surrendering, lowering those walls of hate to let you collect every part of her system like a trophy, as if you weren't already all she thinks about lately.

burns against her tongue in a subtle, almost inexistent throb that only pushes her further, demanding for more when she licks into your mouth, hoping to make your saliva her own — consume you until there's nothing left.

drunk in the taste of your mouth ellie’s capable still of finally unbuckle your pants, sure she'll tear them apart with her knife still resting in the pocket of her jeans as her finger pull them down tired of the fabric forbidding her to roam around like she deserves: she has endured your presence the entire semester, didn't she deserve this? play with her pretty roommates pussy?

she does. a victory she need to claim when ellie's words slur together, a mix that only proves how needy she becomes with the seconds, how lust takes over her actions, dictating her movements as she tugs the waistband of your jeans down once again with a pleading look — "please-- take them off, they only get in the way..."

pathetic. she’s fucking degrading herself, sounding like a freshly-turned vampire who knows nothing about patience. it makes her blush when you stand in front of her for a handful of seconds: pull yourself together, how is that a pretty pair of panties hypnotizing her to the point of madness?

there you are. soaked, ready for her, inviting for her fingers to finally sink into your cunt.

her hands squeeze the round gloves of your ass when you're coming back to the secured spot in her lap, slowly making you move on top of her in a gentle back and forth that's too different from the fun you're having with her, the cruel desire. all is teasing in your fingers when the silver crucifix's tip scratches against ellie's torso, burning her chest in a path that lands later on her tummy, defined wound. the vampire stiffens when the cross burns deep in the flesh, an scream leaving her lips as her fangs come out in response.

"too much," ellie lets you know against your skin — "be gentle and not a fucking monkey. i know its too much to ask, but i encourage you to try."

even in your control she's eager when messing with you, testing your patience cause she's damn good at it, the best of the campus to fucking hate you and turn you on it seems, cause she can already feel the dampness your pussy leaves behind in her jeans as you're already humping her legs as if it's her cunt the one you're scissoring with.

"fuck you." there's no real offense when saying it, between erratic moans it makes the vampire laugh as she's leaving soft kisses on the curve of your neck, biting with no real pressure.

"well, i think that's what we're doing, isn't it?" 

"finally you're intelligent, huh? cheers to carmilla."

the thin line of hate blurs to an nonexistent line cause ellie can't think of nothing else but the way you hump against leg seeking for whatever relief she could offer, amazes her when you damn multitask to get rid of her sports bra, too busy to fight with it when you're barely making an effort to rip the fabric that shatters in your fingers like it's paper, brain too clouded to even say something about it: that bra costed damn human money.

it makes her skin tingle when your lavish tongue meets her stiff nipple, the meat of her breast moulding to your hands as you lightly squeeze the flesh. a breath of the pain before you're messing around again and the holy water burns its way down to your mouth, just right over her nipple to cause enough distraction to make her crash out.

"what the hell-" ellie gasps, closing her eyes shut — "are you a professional now in this field, rookie?"

you learn fast, clearly. you'd like to remind her that but you're too busy using her, getting off her clothed knee which rubs too good against your drenched cunt, wet enough to darken the fabric of her jeans at least two shades. composed, in control until ellie's fangs graze against your skin and you can feel her willingly breathing, filling her dead lungs with your scent that goes between sweat and the perfume you sprayed before leaving to the party and ellie felt all over the living room back to her bed before you left.

"you smell so much like blood" she manages to say, choking. hands gripping your waist like it's the only constant thing in her brain that’s able to keep her grounded — "a-class-fucking-blood huh? please don't be greedy and share a little- please."

it's messy when she says it, you need to stop any further painplay when she's grounding you faster against her leg, her fangs tearing through the skin of your neck to reach the vein under her teeth who ellie’s sure beats human-like in her mouth. red drops of blood slip past her mouth when she begins to suck, staining your chest and your tight shirt only to make you moan: the pain, the smell of blood and sex in the air, her fingers digging in your waist to the point her nails leave a mark.

there's no words to describe it. it's chaotic and ellie could downright cum just by that: jeans on, the holy water, the blood in your veins and your cunt soaking down her leg to the point she can feel you in the air — it's the perfect combination.

so she feeds from you like you're human, a source of fresh blood instead of a vampire just fed, slides her hand between your legs drunk on blood and gore, on the way her fangs tear your skin and makes you moan as she sucks further. her fingers slide under your underwear and it's a far more important need to get you there, destroy your barriers and have you peaking in her lap.

are you close? seems like you are when her digits push against your tight, fluttering-hole and you kind of forget about grinding. the moment your cunt engulfs her fingers, squeezing them in welcome.

"you gonna cum?" ellie’s voice's rougher now, thickened by the blood and need, the pleasure that gathers in her stomach and will give her the most intense orgasm on her fucking jeans — "talk to me."

ellie shows no mercy when she's fucking you with her fingers, you don't either when she's covered in crosses, in a daze of blood and burnt skin that even when it heals faster, makes her thrive under your bites and sweet tortures.

no you cannot answer, the undulating movements of your hips only help your roommate to discover that spot inside that drives you insane, that makes you move faster, in erratic thrusts to try and draw her closer, help her fingers sink in deeper. tight, ellie's sure you have a pulse when you squeeze her fingers tightly enough to make her moan, a damn heart. you're close- so fucking close, you cannot let her know seconds before.

fuck she should be so into this.

time for a vampire goes different, but now it reaches a whole different level when the world seems to stop for a minute, a tear in the universe that functions in your own rules as you finally cum, when ellie's cumming too in a loud whine and you can feel it crumbling down to pieces: what ego's now left after she creamed her pants like a fucking loser?

it's hard to be mean to you when she can feel how sticky it is between her legs, when at the slightest movement her underwear seems to cause the most delicious friction in her soaked folds.

"this is a one time thing," you try to say as you take your shirt off, dried blood in your skin like a new type of candy the vampire wishes to try, the new sight of your tits — your cunt; warm, pliant and inviting, suck ellie's fingers deeper like a way of inviting her further in, keep you nestled and full of her digits as she kisses your neck like she's already saying: yeah sure, whatever you say. "i mean it ells-"

the nickname makes her laugh for a moment: is it a reminder for you or is it directed to her? you're the one who's calling her ells anyway.

"yeah? i know baby. open up," she’ll give you any reassurance you need when her fingers leave your used cunt to instead push insistently against your mouth, smearing your arousal in your lower lip as a permission to have you parting her lips for her, "that's it. you're such a good vampire when you shut the fuck up."

it defies nature itself. how are you so soft? how are you always at a different temperature? it makes her burn when you’re taking her fingers in your mouth, fangs coming out to playfully push against the skin of her hand as you let her draw them deeper, knuckles past your teeth as ellie's sure you can taste it; the savory essence of death and bliss your orgasm left behind.

what’s hers.

there's no need to rest when you're dropping to your knees, right between her parted legs ellie's finger now plunges down your throat before your hands are freeing her from a life of pain, a slightly soaked belt you're unbuckling as a secret passage to paradise.

"i can smell your cum from here," you point out, making ellie feel suddenly shy at the plain evidence of her needs. "creamed all over your pants and all i did was suck your tits and let you use me as a vessel — are you sure you hate me?"

you're mocking her when ellie’s shimmying out of her pants, not saying a word. what can she possibly say when you're right? when you reduced her to a mess? there's marks on her body you made, her knee’s still wet from your cum; your kisses burn like holy water on her lips, hell, she's not even sure herself of any hate.

"i- fuck, i tried not to cum i swear it." pathetic. all her threats, all this attitude she's been pulling out of her ass now goes to the fucking bin just because you're down on your knees, looking at her like she's the best human treat to a superior vampire — "you looked so good while i finger-fucked you... i couldn't help it."

you're pressing your lips against her inner thigh, and a shiver goes down ellie's spine when you know just exactly what she needs— "tell me you know this is a one-time thing, ellie."

"it is a one-time thing, rookie." loud and clear, she'd say anything to keep you going, even when you’re already intoxicated by the smell of her orgasm and the blood that runs through her veins as she recently fed from you.

good. you're gonna make her a feast, bite that vein close to her cunt, get dizzy on her taste-

one time thing.

"i still hate you" you reply between her legs, breathing heavily cause you want to make her smell part of you, her excitement an emotion you can pick up from: you need the reminder more than she does.

"wouldn't expect less from you," voice strained, ellie's fingers thread in your hair, pushing your face closer to where it's needed — "i hate you too."

lies. vampires are so full of shit sometimes, cause ellie doesn't hate you at all, just as you know deep down, that this act of devotion wasn't a one time thing only.

viva hate: isn't that what vampires say? when you despise someone so much their body speaks to you in a different tongue.

it turns out you’re ellie's favorite worst nightmare. and that’s enough to prevent you from looking for a new roommate the next day.

ellie williams hates you wholeheartedly. tangled in her arms the next morning on a dirty couch full of blood: wasn’t that just right?

[acid-ixx]

Hehe lol just something self indulgent for "A Loving Family, An Unpalatable Desire" bcuz its my birthday today>:DD (may 18)

Thinking about how reader isnt used to celebrating birthdays bcuz bruce isnt interested, no one of his children cares, atleast alfred greets.

So when its with the supers, shes surprised with loving kisses and warm hugs from jon and clark, and lastly, a cake.

(OUYGHHHH take this super rushed doodle bcuz i am tired from celebrating. Also take care of ur health vro 💔💔💔🔥🔥🔥)

— masterlist !

THIS IS SUCH A LATE POST BUT BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY !! everyone say happiest birthday to one of my favorite ever artist who's been supporting my series since day one !!! i love the details here, your clark's style is very much giving my adventures with superman which is one of my favorite animated series'! ngl if i ever get a hug like that, i would've melted, everything about this art made me actually feel the joy emanating off of it wow.

and yes! you are so right, the mc from the loving family series never really celebrates their birthday, or if they do, it's always spent alone or the day after since most of the times, alfred is busy tending to the family from within the batcave after a mission. and even so, he can only ever bake a smaller cake for you or at least something that can only be shared with one or two individuals or eaten alone, even if you insist that he does bake one for the entire family despite them never really asking for whom or what is the purpose of your cake. they all just eat whatever's in the fridge and never ask why there's a celebratory dessert in the first place — most assume that steph probably bought it out of spite, or just another treat. damian does remember your birthday, and he's spareful enough to not even bother you during that day but that's only it, as much as you wish for someone other than alfred to greet you.

but that doesn't matter as much anymore the moment you're integrated into the kent family, you'll be woken up to jon jumping up and down your bed whilst clark is busy peppering your skin with kisses, wrapping you around his arms while you can feel the skin of his chest on your back and whispering affirmations in your ears. i'll bet you that they've woken up extra early just to cook up all your favorite dishes, so the aroma of it alone is already wafting around your bedroom. even if it's food from different cultures, or even cravings that you have only ever-so vaguely mentioned to clark, he's ensured to tell his own parents about it days prior to your birthday so that they could learn the recipe for it. it's your special day, so the family insists that you don't even lift a finger to help out.

after all, ma and pa kent are so welcoming and are always insisting that they be the ones cooking up all the celebration food and even a bigger cake for you to share with their other neighbors. you best believe that their homemade desserts are 100% better since it's a family effort — jon insists on slathering on the frosting and lettering despite how flimsy and uneven it is, which opens up so much opportunities for you both to play around with the design, whilst clark is off somewhere gathering all the freshest ingredients around the farm because he believes that his beloved spouse only deserves the best for their birthday.

it's not a grand birthday with them, it's quite the contrary, but the intentions are what makes it better than whatever you're used to, than the silent night at the manor or how your birthday is always seen as just another day. clark's gifts would always be something invaluable, something priceless but inexpensive like a new pair of shoes you've mentioned always wanting in just a passing moment, or even an article of clothing that complements his own. ma and pa kent would gift you baby pictures of clark as a means of teasing him, they'll also make you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, or even a basket full of fresh crops from their latest harvest. jon's gifts would always personally made by yours truly: best believe it would be one of the most heartwarming letters paired with some DIY craft that he spent his entire night making with the help of his dad, hence why he insists that you stay out of his room — much to his own disappointment — for just that night; but it'll all be worth it since your own little son loves watching your fond reaction.

and if you don't just want gifts, and would rather just want to spend moments with your family, then you best bet that you, clark and jon would be off flying over the horizon together, or having a picnic by a park, maybe even a day spent in an amusement park where clark would win both you and jon a lot of the prizes just for him to see that smile of yours. that would be more than enough.

(maybe even a free trip to space is something they can organize, just say the words and they'll commit to it as soon as possible. clark would even go as far as naming a star after you or bringing you a piece of an asteroid if you're so much as fond of extraterrestrial gifts too).

anyways, tysm user luffyadolover for this gift and i hope this short drabble would suffice !!! i also don't mind writing for any requests you have as a late birthday gift to you <3

[obaex]

four - hockey player!ex!rafe cameron (pt. 1)

summary: rafe knows he's screwed up, but when he offers you a way to make amends, you can't resist. the catch? he'll have to do the impossible.

word count: 1.8k

a/n: rafe is slightly toxic in this ngl! i am in love with this. hockey romance is very near and dear to me (this is v loosely based on a real life experience). *mwah*

You saw your phone light up out of the corner of your eye and lowered your mascara wand as you leaned over to glance at the screen and let out a shaky sigh.

A part of you knew the right thing to do by now was to block his number. You hadn't responded to a single message he'd sent for over two weeks. And the messages had been relentless.

I'm thinking about you in the afternoons.

Hi beautiful in the mornings.

I'm sorry.

You're still my girl.

And on and on, escalating to paragraphs at night, as he typed out things he'd never once said out loud to you before; about how he felt the first time he met you, the things his teammates said, about how Wheezie was asking about you and Sarah spent an hour on the phone lecturing him, about how he'd do anything to get you back.

Reading his messages was like drinking a honied poison that went down sweet, warming every inch of you, only to make you sick in the end. But you couldn't stop. You couldn't block him. And even though you'd made him think you were ignoring him, you craved every message, every word he said something you had ached to hear when he had the chance.

Now it was two hours before the biggest game of the season, arguably one of the biggest of his career. He should be focusing on his pregame routine, on his way to the rink, if he wasn't there already and instead here he was texting you. You were the one on his mind and you drank that poison down, allowing yourself to feel special, even if the text had made no sense to you.

How many?

How many what?

His last message before that was from a couple of hours ago, before his pregame nap, the one you often took together as he had reminded you, in excruciating detail.

Your fingers twitched with the urge to reply. You knew he was baiting you into responding, but you swallowed down the urge and took a deep breath to still your beating heart and went back to applying your makeup, dragging up the same memory you did every time you were tempted by him.

It was just after 2AM, and you were sitting in your car that you had driven to his apartment, unable to sleep, desperate to talk to him. He lounged in the passenger seat, staring straight ahead at the windshield, tracking the rain that was falling steadily.

"Can you please talk to me?" you whispered, trying so hard not to come across as needy or desperate.

"What do you want me to say?" he asked, shrugging, avoiding your eye contact.

"I don't know, just tell me what's going on with you? You barely talk to me anymore, you won't even look at me. Did I do something?"

He shrugged again and you felt physically sick. Maybe it was because you couldn't remember the last thing you'd eaten, the last time you'd slept more than a few fitful hours, all consumed with the feeling that your five-year relationship was running off the rails. Rumors were flying that there was another girl... or girls... And when you had asked him about it, he brushed it off, not strongly enough to give you even an ounce of comfort. You were falling apart. And he was letting it happen. He was forcing you to end this, too cowardly to do it himself.

"Do you even want to be with me anymore?" you whispered, barely audible over the pounding rain, like maybe if he didn't hear you, he couldn't answer.

He rubbed his hand over his face and sighed loudly, frustrated, like you were just so annoying to him, and you wished you could suck your words back into your mouth.

"I have practice in like four hours, I can't be doing this with you right now" he said, aptly avoiding the conversation again.

Your chin was wobbling and you bit back everything you wanted to say, not wanting to be needy, or nagging, hoping if you were on your very best behavior he would have a change of heart, change his mind.

You pursed your lips and nodded, averting your gaze to look out at the rain and gathering the strength you needed to say the words that felt like nails in your mouth.

"I can't do this anymore" you whimpered, as tears fell that matched the droplets on your windshield. "I can't keep giving 100% and getting nothing in return. I'm sitting here spilling my heart out to you and you won't even look at me. After everything we've been through... You won't even deny that you hooked up with her."

Silence.

You could see him grimace, the tic in his jaw as he pushed his tongue into his cheek. You wanted to grab the front of his sweatshirt, shake him and scream 'SAY SOMETHING!'. But you didn't. And his silence persisted a moment longer.

"So that's it then?" he said finally, like you had any other choice.

You wiped futilely at the tears that were now pouring down your face, even as you tried to hold them back, sniffling with a shaky breath to avoid outright sobbing in front of him.

He opened the car door, got out, slamming it forcefully behind him without so much as a glance your way and you broke down. You didn't make it one block before you had to pull over. You couldn't see, you couldn't breath, and you couldn't hold your hands steady on the wheel you were shaking so badly. You threw your car in park, lay your head on the steering wheel and cried.

Two days passed before the first text came in.

"I'm sorry" is all it said.

You could see the bubbles at the bottom of the screen, indicating that he was still typing before more messages appeared.

At this point you were grasping your phone with both hands, like a lifeline, eyes glued to the screen, heart hammering so hard in your chest you felt nauseous and your hands were shaking. There was a chance, a glimmer, a hope and you were clinging to it.

Your fingers hovered over your phone, ready to forgive him, to forget, to run right back to the way things had been, to have him looking for you at the end of every game, for stolen kisses in the parking lot at the arena, to whispered I love yous as you fell asleep in his arms. And then more messages came flooding in.

More messages were coming now but you couldn't read any further. Your heart was battering around your ribcage like a pinball machine with the whiplash of information: your boyfriend of five years had been actively texting another girl... because she was easygoing, and fun to talk to and didn't stress him out… like you did.

Your tears were back like no time had passed from the night you broke up, heavy sobs coming from your mouth at how stupid you felt, at all the rumors being true. And did you really believe that nothing more had happened between them? He was Rafe fucking Cameron of the Carolina Eagles.

Your eyes skimmed over the second half of his message, about how you were it for him, about how much he loved you, how he wanted to marry you and for you to have his babies?? The ache of wanting that so desperately to be true and knowing it couldn't be was too much for you as you turned and cried into your pillow.

You recalled all of those messages now as a new one came in. You shoved your finger into the bruise on your heart, forcing yourself to feel that pain again, to imagine him laying in bed, in the bed you had slept in with him, while he texted another girl, maybe even texted both of you at the same time, and you refocused on your makeup.

You had faithfully followed the Eagles for five years, his teammates were some of your best friends, like brothers to you. Despite everything that had happened with Rafe, you weren't going to miss their game tonight. Rafe's best friend and linemate Nick had texted you earlier in the week to let you know he had a ticket for you.

Fine. It was hard to say no to that. Everyone you knew would be there anyway and you didn't need Rafe thinking he had power over you if you weren't there. So, you were going. And you decided if you were going to go you were going to look stunning, and as you put the finishing touches on your makeup, there was no doubt in your mind that you were.

You had spent more time on your hair and makeup than potentially every other game that season combined. You may have gotten a little comfy towards the end, wearing Rafe's team-issued sweatshirt with his name and number on it and a pair of leggings. He claimed that he loved you in that, but that wouldn't cut it tonight. You wore skintight jeans that accentuated every perfect curve of your body, heeled booties and a tight-fitting long sleeve shirt. Your hair was immaculate and your makeup was admittedly a little extra for an AHL game, but effortless nonetheless as it amplified your natural beauty. The pain in your heart had been ebbing its way into anger: you were going to make him regret every single thing he'd done, the thought nagging at you as your phone lit up again.

You huffed. You had been strong for weeks, and now he was throwing that at you?

Your perfectly manicured fingers hovered over your phone as you nibbled your glossed bottom lip, and finally relented.

What the hell? you thought, confused.

Feeling pretty good about your level of engagement, you sent another question mark before his response came in.

You scoffed before laughing out loud. He was truly unbelievable. You weren't on some sort of barter system here. This wasn't a deal you had ever discussed nor agreed to. This isn't how the world worked, this isn't how relationships worked. It was stupid. So so stupid. And Rafe wasn't the team's lead goal scorer anyway. Sure he was good for a flashy goal every few games, maybe two, but this was the semi-finals of the league championship, everything was on the line here, it was not the time to be playing games...

...But damn if you didn't love the semblance of power he'd given you over the situation, and you desperately wanted to fuck with him.

Four goals in one game. Essentially impossible. A joke. Sidney Crosby, arguably the best player in the NHL at the moment hadn't even achieved that. But not a second passed before his reply came through, simple, straightforward, no arguing or complaining:

"Done"

And then:

"I love you!"

"I'll be looking for you 😍"

You rolled your eyes, throwing your phone down on your bed, annoyed at yourself for even answering him.

And yet you couldn't fight the smallest bit of excitement you felt.

It was impossible. It was never going to happen, but Rafe Cameron was going to try to win you back.

(part two)

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[churipu]

omg .. jjk men with a gf who collects plushies !! her bed r filled with them and these big n tall men (EHEM GOJO AND TOJI !!) probably cursed her poor plushies to death in their heads when they saw her cuddling it instead of them :((

jjk men vs their gf's plushie collection

featuring. gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, inumaki toge x fem! reader

warnings. cursing and them fighting your plushies :>

note. i'm writing this as i'm in a zoom meeting to discuss my finals with my friends, idek what's going on anymore and i think something's wrong with my stomach ngl :< anw, anon, i absolutely love this bcs imagine tho.. gojo squaring up with your plushie?? good instagram reel content. hope you enjoy this one anon, and all of u other sexies ofc <33

GOJO SATORU. he. loathes. your. plushies. like, he comes over sometimes and you call him from inside your bedroom — so he opens the door to your room and there you were, laying on the bed, cuddling a cute mochi plushie.

and he's all hysterical, yelling out and immediately pulling the mochi plushie out of your grip, "you're cheating on me with.. with this?" he kicks away your plushie.

"satoru, what's wrong with you?"

gojo furrows his brows and he points a finger at you accusingly, "why hug that?" he pointed at the collection of plushies surrounding you, "when you have this?" before pointing at himself proudly.

"you could've just said you were jealous, com'ere."

gojo immediately threw himself into your arms, making sure to "accidentally" kick your plushies out of the bed so the both of you could have the bed to yourselves.

"hey! my babies!"

"i'm your baby!"

TOJI FUSHIGURO. like gojo, i feel like he just hates the thought of you paying attention more to your plushies rather than him (but he won't admit that), so don't even be surprised anymore if one day a plushie disappears out of your collection.

"toji, have you seen my peashooter plushie anywhere?"

he shook his head, "no."

(he gave it away to a little kid in the streets, telling his mother he wss giving it away for free because it belonged to him when he was young)

"toji, have you seen my cupcake plushie? i swear it was just here yesterday."

toji shook his head, focusing his eyes onto the tv screen.

(he has a personal vendetta against your plushie he punches them out of anger when you're not home — and apparently manages to punch a hole into your cupcake plushie, so he threw it away).

and one day when you caught him in the act of swinging around a pokemon plushie by it's leg, so it all started finally clicking in, "you were the reason behind the disappearance of my other plushies, weren't you?"

"maybe. why d' ya' care so much about them? ya' have something better to hu—" you threw a plushie to his face to shut him up.

"you.. asshole! how could you?"

toji begrudgingly has to buy you not one, but two plushies for you to make it up to you (you just don't know how much he has thrown away behind your back).

INUMAKI TOGE. he aggressively signs to you that he's allergic to your plushies material (in an attempt to get you to throw them away), and you believed in him. you didn't throw them away though (much to his dismay), all you did was store them away and puts a few in the living room for you to hug when you watch a movie or when you just want to nap when inumaki's out of the house.

the male always pretends to be sneezing or coughing when a plushie or two is nearby him in an attempt to continue his act. but one day you come home and toge was just chilling in the living room, laying his head onto your plushie.

"... aren't you allergic to the material, toge?" you asked that so calmly he swore he felt chills run down his spine.

inumaki sat up straight, shook his head, and began singing how he is — but today was different and he just felt fine. then the next few hand signs weren't even coherent you didn't understand what he was trying to say to you.

"toge, you've been lying about your allergies, haven't you?"

inumaki's internally screaming and panicking, he kept chanting, "oh she's angry at me, what to do? what to do?"

"why did you do that? what are you hiding from me?"

so he just sighs out softly and signs about his whole feeling towards your plushie, and all you could do is laugh at him — but at the end of the day it's:

inumaki 01

plushie 00

since you proceeded to still store away your collections and keep only a couple.

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[beardedjoel]

smother - part i: deliverance

dark!joel x f!reader

series masterlist | main masterlist | ao3 | kofi

summary: starving. lost. desperate. you find a cabin in the woods, and to your dismay, it's occupied. a plan to have a quick bite of food with an intense, intriguing stranger turns into more than you'd bargained for when he makes you realize everything you've been missing out on. 8.6k words chapter warnings: 18+ MDNI! noncon, nonconsensual touching, dubcon - reader eventually enthusiastically consents but the syndrome is stockholming so its dubcon, reader is a virgin, big juicy age gap (reader is 19, joel is 55) manipulation/lying/gaslighting, slow burn and tension building chapter, joel is kind of a creepy menace ngl a/n: i'm so so very excited to share the first chapter of my new series! (if this flops after how much i got hyped for it i will be logging off forever) the themes in this story are dark so if the tags aren’t for you it’s understandable & just keep scrollin on by! this will end up being nasty and smutty, but only after a wee bit of buildup so don't fear. comments and reblogs are always beyond appreciated!

Save me. Please, anyone…

Another wave of desolate, crying desperation tears through you as you trudge along, tripping yet again - maybe over your own two feet, a root, the very ground you walk on, something. You’re much too hazy and burnt out to even care what you stumbled on as you just press on, press on, press on.

A wave of pain rolls through your stomach again as it burns cavernously empty. You move as a ghost, a shell of yourself now, using passing trees as support. Your hands touch the cold wood reluctantly, a painful little hiss through your teeth as your fingers practically cramp up from the cold. You’d lost your gloves somewhere along the way, days ago now, what feels like a lifetime. You need to stop and rest desperately now, your body close to giving out. Your heart hammers in fear, wondering if you’d even be able to get up again.

A cabin comes into view in the distance, tucked nicely in a clearing of trees. You think your eyes are deceiving you, that you’ve finally succumbed to the madness that comes with such hunger and loneliness, your brain conjuring up images to comfort you. You see smoke coming out of a chimney on the roof, and your heart equally swells and drops at the discovery - it’s not a shelter for you alone, no. Not a lucky discovery, somewhere to lay your head tonight that’s dry and warm without disturbance. Someone already lives here, has a home here, and they might not take too kindly to strangers. If there’s anything you’ve learned in the last few weeks of your own personal hell, it’s to tread carefully. Always.

You keep your footsteps light and quiet, trying to approach with some semblance of caution. Your empty stomach is pushing you along, begging for any scrap of food that might be inside, hopefully offered up to you by the kindness of a stranger. Berries and the occasional rabbit or lucky can of food found were not enough to live off of anymore - you could feel the way your body faded away by the day, losing any bit of strength you’d had in the first place.

You pause, hitching your breath and then barely daring to breathe at all when you get close enough to hear a sound - a low, throaty grunting followed by the crack of wood. Your eyes scan the area as you sneak closer and then land upon him. He’s broad and muscled, you can see that much from back here. Messy, dark hair that falls all around his head and down his neck. When his body turns enough that you see his face a little bit more, you notice he looks older and has harsh, piercing eyes with an odd softness to them. They send a shudder through you, even from afar, only making you feel colder out in this frosty afternoon.

You wrap your coat a little tighter and decide to get closer, assess the situation, see if he seems friendly enough to give you something to eat and send you on your merry way. He swings an ax high up in the air and brings it down swiftly onto a large piece of wood, splitting it before tossing the logs into a pile already full of more firewood. You press your lips together, noticing how strong he is, betting there are well built up muscles underneath that flannel shirt of his. That makes him a threat, a big one, you quickly assess. 

You’re too distracted, not watching your step, when a large branch cracks underneath your boot. You wince and squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, holding perfectly still, your breath coming out in quick, staccato exhales.

“H-hey!” you hear a gruff voice, sounding out of breath. You peek your eyes open slowly to see the man looking in your direction and silently curse yourself. “C’mon out!” he yells, and you see him reach to his waist, hands grazing a shining revolver holstered there.

Your stomach pulls into tight knots and you stand frozen for a few moments. Your brain quickly assesses everything, weighing the options. Running away, with no possibility of eating a single thing is one option, but the likelihood this stranger will shoot you seems high no matter what, so you decide to take your chances.

You put your hands in front of you, palms out, and slowly emerge from behind the trees. You walk gingerly along the crisp, frosty grass, crunching under your feet every step of the way. Your anxious breaths come out in little puffs in front of you as the cold air enters and exits your lungs.

The man falters, his fist closing and then opening again, pulling away from the revolver on his hip a bit. He blinks hard, staring at you in this silent showdown. “W-well shit, you’re just a girl…” he finally says quietly to himself, his posture relaxing a little. You stand perfectly still, choked up now that you’re confronted with the idea of speaking to him, such a large, imposing wall of a man, and those eyes, god, those eyes.

“I’m not gonna hurt you if you don’t give me a reason to, now, girl.” His voice is the tiniest bit softer, and you pick up on his Southern drawl, an accent you’ve heard a few times before. “Do ya need help?” He wipes his forehead with the back of his arm, a gleam of sweat having built up from chopping wood and his large chest still heaving. He takes a step closer to you, and you don’t step back, but feel every muscle coil up tightly as your mind screams at you that this was a mistake, a huge fucking mistake. Your feet tingle, toes flexing and getting ready to run, but you can’t make yourself do it, to take that first step.

Instead, you nod. “I- y-yes…” you say quietly. You’ll never understand why you say it, other than the fact that you’re drawn in by him, by his chestnut hair flecked with gray, his beard that he’s currently scratching the same coloring. By his build that looks so… safe yet dangerous, but you get the feeling that no, he’d never hurt you. You envision those arms wrapping around you, holding you tightly, shielding you from the world and everything you’ve been through. You never thought much about relationships or boys before - just a few simple and innocent crushes, but it hadn’t been on your radar as such a shy kid and teenager. But this… this was what people talked about - attraction. It nearly stole your breath the closer you got to him, threatening to suck you into what felt like an endless void. 

“Alright,” the man replies, trying to match your quieter demeanor. He glances around, eyes narrowed and scanning the woods beyond you. “You with anyone? Or all alone out here?”

You know why he’s asking, you’ve seen what people can do - sending someone innocent and unimposing out to lay a trap, but you don’t lie when you shake your head. “A-alone. I’m alone, swear, sir.”

His jaw seems to tick, noticeable even from the distance you’re at before he answers you. “Okay, then. C’mon a little closer, I won’t bite, okay?” he says, and he’s so convincing that you do believe him, despite your instincts telling you otherwise. The world is cruel and unrelenting, taking away most of the trust you’ve ever had in humanity the second you place it into anything or anyone. 

You move a little closer, small, gentle steps, and he nods encouragingly. 

“Now there ya go. Look at ya…” he marvels with a click of his tongue, shaking his head once you’re just a few feet away from him. 

He takes in your messy hair, slightly matted from wearing a winter hat on and off the last few weeks and sleeping on the ground. Your clothes have seen better days too, your skin smudged with dirt no matter how many water sources you found to try and rinse off a little bit. Even despite all of that, he gazes at you with a curiosity, with that look of interest that you felt like you’d given him without trying to. It’s quiet for another moment, the both of you sizing each other up, until Joel’s look turns a little more pitiful when you shiver as a sudden gust of wind whips past you, your threadbare coat doing little to protect you from the chill in the air here. You can’t be sure if your shuddering has less to do with the wind and more with the way that this man’s eyes are digging into what feels like your very soul.

“We gotta get you inside, okay? You’re shakin’, and you look like you ain’t had a proper meal in… too long…” He continues to eye you up and down, taking in your weak frame. 

You stay silent for another moment, swallowing hard and then shuddering again. “I - I don’t know…” you breathe out. You might have some sudden, fantastical dream that this man is your savior, but it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be cautious - the mind is a tricky, deceiving thing.

“I ain’t gonna ask again, ain’t gonna beg ya, girl. C’mon,” he says a little more roughly, a hand shooting out quickly and grabbing you by the wrist and tugging. “Just want to get a good meal in you, alright?”

You wince at the grasp on your wrist, the roughness and hardness he’s starting to show you, but you let him pull, starting to move your feet and trail after him. 

“T-thank you…sir,” you murmur quietly, and he swings his head to look back at you, his eyes softening. 

“You’re welcome. Now get inside and get warm. I’ve got a fire goin’.” He lets go of your wrist, trusting you to follow him as his heavy boots clunk up the few steps leading to the front door of his cabin. It’s modest, beautifully constructed, all dark wood around the outside and a small porch. You start to wonder if this man built it himself, or just found it as it is. Your initial impression of him leads you to believe that he does seem like the type to build a whole cabin. He half looks like a lumberjack already in the plaid flannel shirt, sleeves rolled up to his forearms. 

“Found this place ‘bout five years ago,” he says as if he could read your mind while he swings the door open. “Real nice and private, so don’t worry.”

Your eyes narrow slightly at his last comment, but you try to brush it off as you enter inside with him. The warm air hits your body, an immediate balm to your frayed nerves and chilled skin, a slightly smoky smell from the fire hits your nostrils and you immediately hear the crackle and pop of the logs in the little fireplace. The cabin is mainly one big room, a kitchen tucked into the corner right to the left of the door, and the living room beyond that with cozy couches and chairs, even a TV that you doubt is working but find yourself hopeful for some reason. It’s been a long time since you were able to watch a movie, flashing back to childhood memories when you’d lived in a more stable, thriving community that had power. 

Stairs beyond that lead to what you assume are bedrooms or a bathroom, and your eyes curiously take in all the little details and decor - the man’s jackets hanging along the wall near the entrance, his rifle propped next to the door and several different pairs of worn boots. 

You realize you’re just standing right near the doorway, silently looking around in a daze while your new acquaintance has been trying to get your attention. 

“Hey, girl, I’m talkin’ t’ya…” his voice says, the noise fading back into your consciousness.

You shake your head. “S-sorry,” you say quietly, a shy little squeak. “I was just -“

“S’alright. I got some stew goin’, that okay? I mean y’don’t have much of a choice, but I’ll ask anyhow,” he says with a wry chuckle. You simply nod in response. 

“Now go on, put your things down and sit ‘n get comfortable,” he waves towards the general direction of the kitchen table and the couch before turning back to the stove to stir the pot simmering there. You stand, feeling frozen still, panic threatening to climb up through your insides and completely take over. You still don’t feel safe, despite this man offering to warm you and feed you. How could you, you think, when you’ve been running for several weeks, trying to get away from the carnage that became your life. 

He eyes you, unmoving and frightened looking and sighs heavily. “I said,” he says, tension thickening in the air around you, “Sit.”

You clear your throat, desert dry and scratchy, and set your backpack by the door, slowly creeping over to the couch, not wanting to make this mystery man any angrier. You settle yourself down and the cushions feel like heaven, your legs and body achy from the lack of comfort you’ve had for weeks. You try not to show just how good it feels to settle into the soft, plush fabric, letting the cushions mold to your body.

“Good,” Joel coos as he glances at you from the stove. “Now that we’ve got you settled in, you got a name?”

You weakly tell him your name and he shows you the first little smile you’ve seen from him, nodding. “Gotcha. I’m Joel, okay?”

“O-okay.” You push the words out while you watch him stir the pot on the stove. You sit in silence for a few moments, thankful for the time to just catch your breath and think. Just one bowl of stew, and you’ll be out of here. You’ll ask if there’s a community nearby, somewhere that could take you in, then grab that information and run, not bother this man any more than you need to.

Joel walks over, handing you a cup of water that you shamelessly start to gulp down before he goes back and ladles some of the delicious smelling stew into a bowl. The second the scent hits you, your stomach rumbles loudly. Joel cracks a smile as he hears it and continues ladling, a brow quirked. 

“Hungry, huh?” he asks, walking the steaming bowl over to you with a spoon. You gingerly take it from his hands, being careful not to brush your still chilled fingers against his. You swear his eyes flash at you when he notices how avoidant you’re being, but he turns and walks back to the stove, getting himself a bowl as well. Joel settles down into a chair across from the couch where you sit with a weathered groan, just watching you for a few quiet moments. It does everything but put you at ease, your stomach twisting a little. You blow on a spoonful of stew before taking a bite, your mouth an explosion as it waters and takes in the delicious, rich, food. 

“Mmm,” you whine out, unable to help it. Your body wants to lunge forward, lap the stew up until every single drop is in your starved body and you can finally feel a sense of fullness again. You quickly take another spoonful, much too hot, and wince a little as it hits your tongue. 

“Slow on down, girl,” Joel says. “Let’s talk a little and it’ll slow down your eating.”

You just stare, noticing your body is trembling a little bit, and has been since you met Joel outside. You try to take a deep breath to settle your nerves, your legs so tensely pressed together that it's starting to hurt.

“You feelin’ afraid of me, that it?” he asks you, looking a little too self satisfied at the observation as he crosses his arms and leans towards you. His biceps bulge and stretch with the motion and you can’t help but find your eyes drawn to them, the way they pull at the soft flannel of his shirt. You feel your face heat up all the way to your ears and you blink hard, averting your eyes. 

“I- I mean… I don’t know you…” you mutter, trying to sound more confident than you feel.

“I know,” he says, sounding more sympathetic. “Done some bad things in my time, so hell, maybe you should be scared of me. I ain’t a nice guy. But I won’t hurt someone like you, promise ya that.” His words are enough of a reason for you to hightail it out of here the first second you can, but why do you believe them? Why do you believe him?

“How d-do you know I’m not bad too? That I don’t deserve it?” His eyes narrow and his lip twitches into a smirk before he lets out a mocking little chuckle in your direction.

“Oh sweetheart, a man jus’ knows these things. You never hurt even a fly, now have you?” That smirk stays plastered on Joel’s face as he asks and it frustrates you how little of a threat he sees in you, how little fight you have left to give. Yet you can’t find yourself blaming him, you think. If you were facing yourself in his position you’re sure you’d look like as much of a feeble joke as you feel.

You frown, still unable to look him in the eyes for longer than a few seconds, and shake your head. “No… just for hunting…” you admit.

“Alright then. Y’don’t need to act tough in front of me, girl, got it?” Joel concludes, going back to eating his stew.

“Got it,” you respond quietly, letting yourself sink further into the couch as you feel your muscles slowly relaxing.

“Now tell me... what’s this all about? What’s a little young thing like you doin’ out here by herself?”

You bite your lip and sip slowly on another spoonful of stew. “I’m… uh…” you stutter nervously. 

“Spit it out now, there’s nothin’ to be afraid of here, hm?” Joel tries reassuring you, but his words keep coming out so gruffly, doing little to make you feel much better. 

You inhale a deep breath. “Okay…” You swallow. “I was in a… community. I lived there a long time. T-they’re all gone now, I think. We got completely overrun and so I ran.” You sniffle as your nose starts to run from the warmth of the house opposing the cold you’d gotten accustomed to. 

Joel leans forward a bit in his chair, taking a hearty bite of stew, mulling your words over. “Overrun how?” he asks simply, glancing at you, studying your movements, your body language, everything. 

“U-uh, hunters, raiders, whatever they are. Bad.. b-bad people…” You look down at your bowl, not wanting to meet the intensity of his gaze, afraid to fall into his strange, hard warmth. 

“Hm… awful fuckers, ain’t they,” he says, scratching a hand down his beard. “You got away, then?”

You nod and bite inside of your lip, taking another spoonful of stew to keep yourself occupied. “Y-yeah. I ran and ran… just kept… going. They took everything, took over all of our homes…”

Joel sighs, his eyes finally going a little softer. “‘M sorry to hear that, darlin’. You know if anyone is still alive?”

You shrug. “No…”

“Your family? They with ya at this community?”

“Oh.” You shake your head. “No. They… all, uh, passed a long time ago.” Why the hell are you being so open with this stranger? You don’t owe him your story, your secrets, any of it. But you sense the urge to share it, anyhow. Maybe you’re just that desperate for human connection right now. 

“Mm, sorry to hear it again. We all know that feelin’ in a world like this,” he replies thoughtfully. Your eyes widen a bit at the softness he’s showing you right now and you give him a tight lipped smile to show your own sympathy for his losses. 

“You feel up for tellin’ me a little more about the attack? S’okay if it’s too much,” Joel adds on, still studying you with an odd gaze, almost like he’s drinking you in, quenching some thirst he had. His hand twitches, almost as if to reach out to you, but he’s much too far from where he sits right now. 

“I’m not sure if t-there’s much to tell…” you start, but then you find yourself spilling out more details, feeling the freeing sensation of unloading your burdens onto someone else. You tell Joel your community was small but well taken care of, plenty of supplies and food, in an abundant time in its history the last few months. One evening everything changed, when an armed group of mostly men came in, a few women and children in tow, looking absolutely miserable, and they aimed their guns in the air and shot off a few rounds to get everyone’s attention. People came flooding out of their homes, trying to run, only to be tackled or shot down, forced to give up our food and belongings. You tried to hide for as long as you could before slipping out of the home you shared with an older couple who had been taking care of you since you were a teenager, Harry and Josephine. They’d urged you to run, run, run, so you did. Then came your lost days, where you had no clue where you were, when you’d find your next semblance of humanity. Just trying to head west, further and further from the bitter memories you’d now have to leave behind. Barren towns and wilderness passed you over the days, hardly seeing another soul as you hid from infected, spending your nights crying yourself to sleep when you had the energy. 

And now… here you were, sitting on Joel’s couch and eating stew. Unsure of what you’d do next or where you had to go. You had been an orphan for a long time, but this felt deeper, like you were an orphan to the entire world, almost, like you had nothing to even call your own now. 

Joel sits patiently, watching you stumble on words as you tell your story to him, trying not to get too choked up as all the emotions resurface. How empty things had been, how desolate the landscapes to match your faintly beating heart.

He’s leaned fully forward now in his seat, stew somewhat forgotten in his lap as you finish your recounting of the last few weeks. He breathes in and out, a large, heavy sigh that fills the room. It’s still now, fully quiet for a moment. 

“You’re a strong girl for goin’ through all of that, you know that?” he says finally, eyes softer than you’ve seen them yet. 

You just look down, returning to your stew, taking a few bites now that it’s at the perfect temperature. You’ve stopped shaking now, your body warmed up and starting to recognize that you’re getting full. You can’t eat much, your stomach unable to handle more just yet, so you push the stew away, setting it on the coffee table in front of you.

“Yeah…” you say, not really believing it as you glance out the window to watch the late afternoon sun, glaring off the ground outside, light filtering through the trees. 

“You got somewhere to go? After you’re fed and looked over, of course,” Joel asks, his eyebrow shooting up.

You consider lying, just to avoid what you’re afraid he’ll ask you. What you’re afraid you’ll say yes to. You still end up shaking your head silently, clearing your throat. You feel a sting of tears behind your eyes, your whole body going hot with the need to cry, but a deep desire to not show that weakness to him holds you back. You sniffle and blink, studying the knots in the old wood floors.

“Hey,” Joel says, trying to get your attention, to make you show him your vulnerability. “Look at me, c’mon now.” You hear him shift in his seat, a small movement born of irritation as you refuse to do as he says.

You sniffle again and clear your throat, a shake of your head making your hair fall forward, covering and hiding you further. 

“I said look at me.” That stern tone of his is back, sending a shudder through you and fear rippling deep inside your chest. You flick your red rimmed, shining eyes up to his, meeting the dark brown stare, lines permanently etched in between his eyes from all his years of worry.

“Atta girl,” he coos, completely pleasant now. “I got you, okay? You can stay, if ya need. I got food, a home, a warm bed for ya. If you have nowhere else.”

One more blink sends the tears falling down your cheeks, fat and overdue as they slide down your dirty skin, leaving tracks. You sniffle and nod, suddenly feeling a rush of gratitude towards Joel. He may be a stranger, but he fed you, got you warm, and is offering just about the kindest thing he can right now - an invasion on his space, his personal sanctuary, all for a girl he hardly even knows. 

“Y-you’d really do that?” you ask, a little incredulously, like this is a dream you’re about to wake up from any time now. 

He nods, a half smile pulling at the corner of his lips. Satisfaction plastered there now that he’s swayed you in his direction. “I would. Now I don’t wanna hear another word about it. You need to rest, you’ve been through a lot.”

“T-thank you. B-but-”

“Not. Another. Word,” he practically hisses, flashing his eyes angrily before it fizzles out quickly. You can see him practically having to reign in his impulsiveness in the moment. “There ain’t anywhere else to go that’ll keep you as safe as here, I’m tellin’ you that now. You’d be fuckin’ lost out there.” He sits back with his arms crossed now, and you’re worried that you’ve truly upset him now, that unsettling look in his eye glinting again. He wants you to stay… nearly seems to need it. It scares you, yet you feel a tug, a pull, some form of intrigue wanting you to explore that need, understand just what he could see in you.

“I’m s-sorry… I just - you’ve already done a lot for me, and I’d hate to, well, impose, or something,” you say, trying to appease him. It’s mostly true, anyhow, that you do hate to take Joel’s food and time away from him. 

He stands up and silently walks the few steps over to the couch, sitting down next to you, turning himself towards you. It feels like every muscle in your body tenses at his proximity - it makes him seem even bigger the way he takes up his cushion on the couch, body sinking in deeply, his wide shoulders practically a shield to you right now to everything behind him. Something about seeing him up this close is sending you reeling, able to study the lines in his face, his strong, wiry beard streaked with a few gray spots. You flick your eyes over his face, hoping to not be too obvious, but needing to drink him in, learn his features.

“I’m gonna have you listen to me right now, okay? Make sure you’re listenin’ real good, sweetheart.” He pauses for a moment to catch your eye, reaching a hand towards you but resting it right next to your thigh on the couch. “I’m offerin’ somethin’ mighty nice to you, ain’t I? You were ‘bout to die out there, if I’m honest. Much longer and you’d be a goner, I think. Don’t you?”

He’s waiting for a real answer from you, you realize, so you nod, eyes practically unblinking as you hang on his words, a hot coil burning in your stomach as you feel uneasiness eat at you.

“Right.” He sighs quietly. “I’m not tryin’ to be mean, sweetheart. In fact, I care a lot, that’s why I’m tellin’ the truth to ya like this. You ain’t built to be on your own, can see that clear as day. So I’ll have ya stay here and get fed and get your bearings. And I don’t want to hear anymore about it.” 

Of all the things Joel has just said to you, the thing that is stuck in your mind as you turn it over, is the way he’d said he cares. He cares about you. Would that be such a bad thing to be cared for, even if just for a little bit?

You give him a small dip of your head, a shaky smile coming to your lips. “Thank you. I’m uh, grateful.” You’re not sure what else to say, feeling like you’re signing yourself away to something you don’t feel sure about. 

“Ah look at that - a smile,” he says, clearly feeling much more light hearted now that you’ve agreed to accept his help. 

You sit back a little, your muscles finally losing some of their tension and start to eye Joel a little more curiously. “S-so you just live here all by yourself?” you ask, wishing you weren’t still such a stuttering mess. The fact was, this man made you nervous, in a way that you weren’t used to. He scared you, but in a way that it drew you in, a magnetic pull you couldn’t quite explain yet. Something in him commanded respect, reverence, almost, without trying. It was mesmerizing to witness, completely scrambling your mind if you started to think on it too hard. 

“Mhm,” Joel nods languidly, finishing off his stew and then sitting back with a satisfied sigh. He eyes your bowl that’s only half empty and then flicks them back to your face. “Ain’t gonna finish?” he asks, sounding a little irritated before his face softens. “Probably can’t fit much in your little belly right now, huh? Shrunk right up when you didn’t eat much these last few weeks.”

You nod. “I-it was good, I just… I couldn’t finish. It started to hurt…”

His eyes flash with concern. “We’ll take it slow, then,” he says, a little smile creeping onto his face.

You had noticed his avoidance to say much more about himself, so you decide to try your luck and press him again. You clear your throat, trying to turn towards him a little more as well. “You live alone. Don’t you… do you ever talk to other people?”

Joel chuckles, almost condescendingly. “‘Course I do. Town not too far from here - Jackson. I go once and a while to stock up, trade ‘em for some stuff and they’re mighty hospitable to me.”

You nod, trying not to let his snide laugh and tone get to you too much, blinking away the sensitive little tears that threaten to fall again. Joel cocks his head suddenly, seeming to notice. “T-that sounds pretty nice,” you choke out quickly.

“Sorry if I upset ya. Guess you’re right, don’t get enough practice talkin’ to people,” he says a little lighter now, smiling softly again. Joel’s version of a smile seems to only be a soft upturn of his lips, not friendly by nature. It puts you at ease and unease at the same time, that smile of his, but you’d rather see that than the scowl he was sporting at you earlier today. He pats your thigh a few times, showing his apology, and you watch his large hands move on you, noticing they’re scratched and rough. A man’s hands.

“W-wait… Jackson… this town. It’s close by?” you ask, glancing back up at him, the wheels in your head starting to turn. 

Joel’s face falls in an almost dramatic fashion, the lines between his eyes and around his cheeks getting deeper. “Why d’ya ask?” he says, his tone short and frayed sounding, leaning forward again, practically glaring at you from under his eyebrows.

Your own face falls, jaw slack for a moment before it tightens back up. “I just… I want to get out of your hair as quickly as possible, I-I don’t want to be a bother. Could find a new community there, or something…” You feel quiet as a mouse, unsure of how to assert yourself in front of Joel - it feels like there isn’t space for it when you share a room with him.

Joel’s expression becomes more stern. “Didn’t I already tell you, girl, that I’d take care of everythin’?” he spits out, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. You’re visibility tense now, your hands pressing into the cushions of the couch, ready to get up at any moment and bolt. “Y’don’t want to go to a place like that, so big, you’d be lost there, darlin’. Nobody to take care of you…”

He sits back a little, hands falling into his lap and an eyebrow cocked at you. “‘Sides,” he says, glancing out the window for a moment before studying you again. “Too far to go on your own. Can’t have you gettin’ lost in these woods again… look what happened last time, yeah?”

Maybe he’s right. You barely survived these last few weeks without completely losing your mind, and then your life, as he’s been so apt to tell you several times now. Joel… he saved you, and is offering you a place to stay, so the least you could do is be grateful for now. You could always convince him tomorrow, after you’ve had time to think and reset, to take you there, show you the way, and you can see for yourself if it’s a good fit for you or not.

“Y-yeah…” you stutter out, nodding. The look he shoots you has you choking out the next word before you can even think about it. “Yes,” you say more definitively.

“It’s settled then,” he says matter-of-factly, breathing in deeply, his burly chest rising, and then letting it out in a long, slow breath. “You probably wanna get some rest, yeah? I can set up the bed for ya.” Joel says, standing up and grabbing your bowl, taking it to the kitchen along with his empty one. 

“Do y-“ you start, standing up off the couch. 

“Yeah, I got two bedrooms, don’t worry.” His smile grows, liking that he found you predictable enough to know what you were about to ask. Your shoulders sag a little in relief and you give Joel more of a proper smile now, nodding your thanks.

“That would be great, then, yeah. And if it’s not too much…” you voice trails off and you stare at the ground, focusing your eyes on the pattern of the well worn rug underneath your feet. “Maybe a shower, bath, whatever you’ve got.”

Joel turns to face you and then walks back into the living area. He has a calm, serene expression, slightly lit up. “I’ll do ya one better. Get you some clean clothes to wear after that shower, too.”

Nothing in the entire world sounds better than what he’s offering right now.

You hiss loudly as the hot, steaming water hits your leg when you step in. Within moments, you’re basking under it, watching the dirt and dried blood from your various scrapes and scratches swirl down the drain for what feels like ages, finally seeing the water run clear as you lather up the threadbare washcloth Joel had left out for you and scrub yourself down. Every nook, every cranny, your scalp, face, everywhere you could get three times over. You can’t remember the last time you’d felt so clean, even when you’d lived back with your community. You hum happily for a few moments, letting the water soothe you for just a while longer. You hoped Joel could forgive you for taking a little bit of extra hot water today given the circumstances.

Joel hears the water running from downstairs, his fists balling up and relaxing over and over as he sits on his favorite chair, his gaze facing the stairs leading to the spare bedroom and attached bathroom. He feels tense, rolling his neck, continuing to pump his fists open and closed. A feeling in the back of his neck, traveling down his spine and legs that he couldn’t ignore - an urge. He stands up an instant later, not bothering with his well-ignored conscience, and walks upstairs and through the bedroom door with careful steps as he still has on his boots. He presses a hand onto the brass doorknob, turning it slowly, ever so slowly, pushing the door open just an inch, just… enough.

His eyes fall on the shower curtain, a white cloth that perfectly shows your silhouette through it. The valleys and curves of your body move around, arms scrubbing yourself. Joel can smell the evergreen scented soap drifting through the steamy, thick air, watching your body move fluidly as you start to hum quietly to yourself and rinse off.

He wishes he could lie to himself, deny that he felt the blood rush straight to his cock at this little show he was watching. So content, so sweet, so vulnerable right now. Need consumes his every cell - the need to show you just how good you could have it here, to take every bit of you for himself. He grins, a hungry little twitch of his mouth, moving to shut the door when a floorboard creaks under his heavy boot, and he freezes, shuffling out of the way quickly.

You’re humming quietly when you hear it, just a distant sound, but enough to catch your ear. A creak of a floorboard, something you figure isn’t unusual for an old cabin like this, but you feel a shiver run down your spine and rush to turn the water off. You throw the curtain open, water dripping down into your eyes. You quickly rub your fingers over them and glance around the spacious bathroom to find… nothing. You sigh, shaking your head, nearly laughing at the relief you feel. You’re just being paranoid, you chastise yourself as you grab the towel off the hook, squeezing the extra water out of your hair and wrapping it around yourself, snuggling into the simple comfort of a fluffy towel as you dry yourself off. 

Your fingers freeze, running cold when you reach the door, noticing a few inches of space that has the door cracked open. You swore up and down that you’d shut the door behind you, giving you that extra layer of privacy in a stranger's home. It wasn’t possible that… no, you think quickly, shaking your head again. You have to stop being so damn paranoid - your brain is just in survival mode still, looking for threats that aren’t there. 

You step into the bedroom, surveying the heavy wood furniture - an extremely cozy, country feel to the room with large logs comprising the bed frame and a patchwork quilt draped over the top. You peer around, feeling somewhat squirmy at the realization you don’t have any clothing. Joel seemingly came in and took your dirty clothes while you were in the shower, failing to leave you anything clean. It made you feel that strange swirl deep in your stomach again, the one you kept brushing off.

This is a kind man. A kind man, got it? Positive thinking.

You decide to pull it together and head out and down the stairs to the living room. You feel your cheeks heat up, a hot heat creeping all over your body as you feel so exposed, standing in your tiny towel as you descend the stairs. Joel’s eyes follow you down, watching your glowing skin, so fresh and clean, hair dripping errantly, leaving water droplets on the floor in your wake. You see a flash of something a little cloudy and hungry in his gaze before it disappears just as quickly as he showed it. 

He isn’t saying a word, isn’t offering anything, so you swallow down your discomfort and clear your throat a little. “Er… I noticed there weren’t any… clothes… for me…”

Joel sits up a little straighter, putting down the book he’s been looking at. He offers you a smile devoid of much emotion and stands up, his eyes locking on your hips for a few extra seconds. “Shucks, sorry about that, sweetheart. Let’s get you something right now. Got your old clothes ready to be done next time I do the washin’.”

You nod, fighting the urge to chuckle nervously as he walks over and passes you, his arm brushing your damp, bare one before he heads up the stairs. You’re grateful you get to trail him, afraid of just how skimpy this towel is if he’d have insisted on following behind you. You follow him into the other bedroom, his bedroom, and it’s a little more decorated, some books and little wooden carvings on the surfaces, dirty laundry scattered throughout. He opens up a drawer and tugs out a tee shirt, handing it to you, then a pair of gray sweatpants and warm, thick socks. 

“These should fit alright for ya, honey. We’ll get you some more proper fittin’ stuff soon, just gotta have a look around this place. This’ll be nice and warm for ya f’now.” He seems more chipper now, clearly much more talkative than before, and you suppose you don’t mind the change too much. It’s only proving that your paranoia was completely unfounded, just a symptom of your current circumstances. You typically find yourself a pretty trusting person, enough to have gotten you in trouble before, but the events of the last few weeks have broken that for you, leaving you feeling like a shell of who you once were. 

You snap back to reality and take the clothing in your arms, nodding in gratitude. “Thank you. I’ll go, um, change.”

Before you turn, Joel’s voice booms through the air again. “Need anythin’ else to eat? Anythin’ I can get you?” He almost sounds hopeful, like he wants you to need something from him. His eyes linger on your body, leaving you feeling just as naked as if you didn’t have the towel over you at all. 

You shake your head nervously. “Er, if it’s alright with you, I think I just want to rest… A full night’s sleep in a bed sounds like heaven right now.” 

“Let’s get you on off to heaven, then.” He grins, letting you leave the room before trailing after you, waiting outside your door while you change into your clothes. You discover some women’s underwear in the drawers inside of your bedroom, gratefully putting on a clean pair before throwing on everything Joel gave you. It’s comfortable and dry, so you won’t complain about the fit or the style - you’d still be in your dirty, worn down clothes if it weren’t for him. 

You creak the door open to find Joel and thank him again for hosting you, only to see him waiting right outside in the hall. You nearly jump, your face completely giving away your tense surprise.

“Jus’ wanted to make sure you got to bed alright,” he says gently, explaining himself. 

“Oh…” You bite your lip. “I, uh, I think I’m all set. Thank you again, Joel, really, for everything.”

His smile brightens as much as you’ve seen it and his eyes look much kinder as he nods, a dip of his head. His hand reaches forward and takes yours through the frame of the door and squeezes it. You freeze at the sudden touch, his hand so warm and rough, calloused fingertips grazing over the softer skin of your hands. It sends your entire body into a fuzzy flash of heat for just a moment before it dissipates. He squeezes once more, thumb swiping gently over the back of your hand before he releases it. Your lips sit parted in shock, eyes a little wider and hand starting to tremble a little. 

“Anytime,” Joel replies simply, his face falling before he turns to walk away, leaving you standing breathless for several moments before clicking the bedroom door shut behind you. 

You jolt out of your sleep, a gasp of breath catching in your throat and dying out as you go to yell, finding your mouth tightly clasped by a large, warm palm pressing in.

“Shh, shh,” the voice comes, right near your right ear. You shudder involuntarily from the hot breath fanning on such a sensitive spot  and try to yell again, letting it die out as a whimper against the skin pressing on your mouth.

“Shh, it’s alright. I got you,” Joel coos, his voice coming out hoarse. “No yellin’.”

You squirm helplessly against his hold, realizing another arm is draped across your abdomen, holding you in place. Your body exhausts quickly, still half asleep as you feel your struggle die out. Joel’s hand across your mouth loosens slowly, relieving the pressure.

“You were havin’ a nightmare, darlin’. Shh… c’mon now…” His hand that had been against your lips ghosts up to your head, landing in gentle strokes against your hair. You blink a few times, heavy breaths through your nostrils now as you try to steady your mind and body. Your chest struggles against his heavy arm as it heaves, your body fully taut and mind trying to play catch up.

“W-what…” you murmur groggily, laying stiffly as Joel holds your waist, fingers brushing against your curves, pressing you close as his other hand still works tender strokes along your hair.

“Oh, sweetheart, glad I heard you, hm?” he practically whispers, his face nuzzling close to the skin right under your ear. You feel the tickle of his breath and facial fair, prickly and rough against such delicate skin. You squirm gently, trying to signal that everything is too tight, too much, too… confusing. Joel is lost in his own world, absorbed in the softness of the places he begins to touch, hand grazing from your waist to your bare arms, fingertips exploring hungrily under the guise of being caring. 

All he’d needed, alone and laying awake tonight, his body burning and resolve thin, was a simple touch. A chance to show you all that you needed, all he could provide for you. Only to help you, to take care of someone who couldn’t care for herself. You’d proved that much to him - you needed his guidance, his protection, his experience.

“What’re you…”

“Jus’ comforting you, darlin’. C’mon now,” he whispers, never once pulling back or stopping the exploring he’s doing with his hands. 

He runs through his list of reasons to convince himself why everything he’s doing is perfectly necessary before losing sight of all of it entirely when he strikes that sliver of bare skin where your tee shirt has hiked up a bit off your waist, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. His hand travels a bit higher, pushing the shirt up and grazing famished fingers across your ribcage and stomach. A small groan ripples across his chest, the vibration felt by where your body meets his. He surprises you next by tugging your shirt back down, covering the bare skin before returning his hand to your hip, pulling you closer. He’s a wall of pure mass, muscle underneath his soft belly and chest, a man who’s strong but still showing a bit of his age. You nearly whimper and shake, feeling a sickly heat coursing through your veins now.

“Mmm…” he mumbles in your ear, your own voice caught in a trap of fear lodged right in your throat. Equally afraid of the way you don’t know how this night is about to end and that you’re not sure you mind where it’s going. You’ve never understood men or their intentions, and never had anyone bother to teach you, no worked up teenage boys offer to show you when you were at that age. No, you were left to guess, giggled at by other girls when you couldn’t pick up on their meanings as they discussed their own secret rendezvous. This had to be everything they talked about, didn’t it? The way you could feel heat and energy practically pulsating off of Joel’s body, his noises anything but natural sounding as he hummed little groans in your ear.

“Y’just needed someone, sweetheart. Y’need someone to take care of you, don’t you?” he finally says, fingers still running their way across your hair, nails scratching against your scalp. You whimper quietly at the feel of it, how damn good it all feels. You don’t move, don’t speak as he goes on.

“Need a man like me, darlin’, y’do. I can see it - need me to take care of everything…” He mumbles similar sentiments repeatedly in your ear before bringing his lips right to your neck, just letting them graze, the wet but chapped skin of his lips pressing in gently on your pulse point. You try not to gasp, the feeling as pleasing as it is terrifying, finding yourself gripping the sheet tighter to try not to give yourself away, give him any kind of response. 

“Don’t you, honey? Need me to take care of you?” He sounds a little more desperate now, needy for the answer he’s searching for from you.

He’s broken you down to the point you feel tears stinging at your eyes, the long awaited emotional release you’ve needed sitting right there on the precipice, a small crack waiting to fully rupture. You can’t be sure if you nod, just imperceptibly, you think, but Joel’s body language relaxes against you as he leans his entire chest and torso into you even more, giving you a squeeze. You know then that he got his answer, just what he was looking for. You let the tears slip out, rolling down your cheeks, onto the pillow on one side, likely falling right onto Joel’s face or in his hair on the other. He seems to barely notice, just swiping them quickly off your cheeks before resuming his position wrapping himself tightly around you.

“Good, sweetheart… good girl, I got you…” 

You hear his breathing start to even out shortly after, steady rise and fall of his chest against your body, and you realize he’s dozed off. Like he got what he wanted and decided he could rest now. Your entire body relaxes, a careful breath whooshing out that you hadn’t even been aware you were holding in. His hand is still tangled in your hair, other one possessively on your hip, giving you absolutely no room to move. You’re not sure you want to anymore, anyways, never having had such strength covering you, cloaking you from all of the dark, sinister things that the nighttime holds for you.

If you’re going insane, feeling safe with this man who forced his way around your body tonight, then so be it. Why shouldn’t you let yourself feel safe for once? Let yourself feel less of that burden, turn it over to Joel? Your own turning wheel of thoughts starts to scare you, the little voice in the back of your head telling you what you already know and have been trying to ignore. The one little thing that you immediately put your finger on but were too scared afterwards to lift it back up and observe it closer.

You weren’t having a nightmare, no, not at all. You knew when you woke from one, as sure as the god damned sky was blue and the grass was green. It wasn’t a foreign concept to you by any means after what you’d been through in your life. And tonight… tonight hadn’t been one of those nights. 

dividers by @/saradika!

thank you @jupiter-soups and @huffle-punk for always beta-ing my shit and talking inspo with me. love you to the moon and back &lt;3

[lotusunique]

Nights Like This

Armando Aretas x Fem! Reader

Mkay so while yall wait on this pt.3 of The engagement, ima give yall this lil story I been working on! Im ngl I did cut it in half this was long as HELL! So enjoy ❤️

“We should go out tomorrow night. We never do that anymore.", Kelly says grabbing her purse. "Yeah because you and your man are always boo'd up somewhere. Marcus isn't allowed out too many times in a row or Theresa will kick his ass. Mike is happily married now. And I refuse to be a third wheel on you two’s date" I explain.

“So why don't you invite Armando out.", She looks over to Armando who's looking through a case file. Since he helped take down McGrath and saved Callie, Mike tried to sort out a deal for him. He'll work out his sentence, here at AMMO, being apart of the tactical weapons team.

"Um absolutely not. He literally doesn’t know I exist in that way", I groan. "That’s not true. You just gotta make yourself known. Plus he’s kinda a dick. I don't know why you like him anyway.?”,she says damn

near screaming my secret. "Um firstly, shut up. What you wanna tell the whole world my secret?", I shush her. That’s all I fucking need. For Armando to find out I like him or WORSE. Mike and Marcus could find out. I’d never live it down.

"Invite him out or l'm gonna shout it from the rooftops.", Kelly gives an evil smirk.

"Shout what from the rooftops?", Mike looks over to us. "Oh nothing just that Y/n li-", you elbow her in the side. "That Y/n is going out with Kelly and Dorn tomorrow night", you give a tight lipped smile. "I'm so excited I could scream", Kelly smiles.

"Y'all weird as hell man", Mike says just giving the two of you a glance. Kelly lets out a laugh before nodding towards Armando's seat. "No.",you give a stern look.

"Yes!", kelly says seriously. "Fine. I'll do it before I leave later.", you give in, not wanting to discuss it any further.

- Later-

"I'm out, don't stay too long okay", Kelly says patting your shoulder before heading out, quickly shooting a glance over at Armando, signaling you to talk to him.

She heads out, the door closing, being a deafening reminder of how quiet it is since you and Armando are the only ones in the office. The dim lights giving an Erie feel. "Breathe Y/n. Now's the time to go talk to him", You think to yourself.

"Hey."you walk over to him. He looks up at you with a stare that says "what do you want". "Well I just thought that since it's just me and you tonight, we could at least conversate so it won't be absolutely boring", You sit on his desk.

"What do we have to talk about?", He says with that accent that just drives you crazy.

"Well I do technically have something to ask you", You say looking down at him. "There it is", he flashes a smile. "Stop", You roll your eyes.

"Mkay shoot.", He crosses his arms with a smirk.

"Please come with me tomorrow night. Kelly wants me to go out with her and Dorn. And I really don't wanna third wheel.", you plead.

“What’s in it for me?”, he looks up at you, placing the pen in between his plump lips. “What do you want?”,you ask, staring right down at his lips.

“What’re you offering?”, he asks, moving his rolling chair to where he’s sitting in between your legs,staring up at you with this smirk on his face like he just knows what he’s doing to you.

“I..I..uh”,your breath starts to hitch. “Use your words hermosa.”, he glances up at you through low eyes.

He has to know what he’s doing to you right? The only option is to match his energy, even though it’s all a front.

“Mister Aretas, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you were flirting with me.”,you snap out of whatever shy shit you just had going on.

“And if I was?”,He traces his finger up your exposed leg. Today was the perfect day to wear a pencil skirt.

The sound of the glass doors creaking open surprises you, causing you to move off the desk swiftly as possible.

“Sorry, I left my house keys”,Marcus walks in, not looking at the two of you.

“Hollup…it’s real dark in here. What yall in here-“,he looks between the two of you. “Nothing we were just talking”,you say quickly. Marcus looks over at Armando who has a condescending smirk upon his face. “Oh okay”,Marcus laughs. “It’s not like that Marcus”,You bury your head in your hands with a laugh.

“Look that ain’t nun of my business. Just make sure you use that latex. Cause you don’t wanna get that I’m late Text!”,he says before dapping Armando up. “What is HAPPENING”, you internally scream to yourself.

Marcus quickly makes his exit, leaving you and Armando to discuss what just happened. “That was embarrassing”,you groan. “It was hilarious”,he laughs. “No it wasn’t”, you lean against the door. “I’ll go with you. I’ve got something to handle before hand though,so I’ll meet you there”,he smiles over at you.

“Okay great. I’m gonna go home. Be safe. I’ll see you tomorrow”,you nervously grab your things before heading out to your car.

[boba-beom]

ೃ⁀➷ airport crush pt 2 | CHOI YEONJUN NSFW

pairing: brother's best friend!yeonjun x fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff, kinda angsty

wc: 3.4k

warning: angstier than I thought oops, smut with plot, arguing, yeonjun pining for reader, jealousy, possessive yj at some point, but also lowkey sub!yeonjun ngl, reader confesses about the past but yj does for the present, heavy petting, oral (fem!receiving), fingering, just the tip tease, piv but yj doesn't cum— mile high club ;) , toilet sex again, pet names (baby, good girl, good boy), praises (both), yj calls reader mommy ONCE, light marking, let me know if I've missed anything!

summary: after spending some time with your airport crush, yeonjun's pissed you were spending your time 'efficiently' with someone who isn't him. but you agreed to do anything so he wouldn't snitch to your brother about the marks on your neck.

a/n: the long-awaited next part is here, there is one more main part after this. I hope you enjoy this part just as much as yeonjun did hehe what better way to save this than for @majestyjun's 24 days with yeonjun for our jjunie's birthday! ♥

airport crush part 1 (beomgyu)

boarding the plane was no problem, beomgyu had made you laugh in the queue–maybe even flirted–despite the slight delay, but it didn't go unnoticed by the people around you. you heard yeonjun subtly bickering with your brother, but soobin wasn't having any of it—he was too jet-lagged to even give two shits at this point. you knew this was going to be a long flight ahead of you and yet all you could think about was beomgyu and his fingers, and how bad you want him to—

you heard a ping and looked down at your phone to see beomgyu had airdropped you a note as your way of messaging each other before the plane had set off. he sent you a few memes and your scoffs would turn into chuckles until you both decided to rest and talk when you reach the airport.

it was a given that yeonjun isn't keen on whatever is going on between you and your newfound fuck buddy. yeonjun may be two years older than you, but there's something about him that you weren't aware of.

"yn? are you even listening to me?" yeonjun fakes a heartache with his palm flat on his chest while you give him a deadpan glare. "and what's happened to your 'stranger danger' policy?"

"yeonjun, I can't lie, I've developed this talent to block you out. now you're like white noise to me." you force a smile until it immediately dropped. "also, YJ, I'm not a kid anymore. I'm literally in my early twenties, chill out."

he scoffs, an annoyed smile crawling on his lips. "and I'm literally just looking out for you, how do you not see that?"

"I don't need you to look after me, m'kay? I have soobin for that. even still, just let me make my own choices." turning your body slightly, facing the window.

you couldn't care less with what he had to say. you were just pissed that it was him, and not beomgyu, sitting next to you. beomgyu was sitting a few rows down from you on the opposite site of the plane, you could just about spot the plum tinge of his hair. soobin, on the other hand, was sitting between random people in the middle section of the plane, a couple of rows in front of you and yeonjun. you weren't in their line of sight, and vice versa.

that's going to be a problem.

"you know what annoys me actually? the fact that you're so smug about this whole thing. you meet a stranger and now you feel like you've met the love of your life." you roll your eyes and take a deep breath before exhaling your frustration.

"oh boo you, is it because I managed to find someone to hook up and have fun with before this holiday even started?" you retort, refusing to look at him, bearing in mind that there are a few people sleeping around you.

"oh for fucks sake, yn, grow up." you hear him exhale.

you scoff. "me? no, yeonjun. you, grow the fuck up. I'm sick and tired of whatever problem it is you have with me."

raking his hands through his hair, he looks up before placing a hand on your knee, “listen here, little miss princess, stop being a fucking brat, you’re so annoying like that.” but what you don’t know is that it's slightly turning him on, knowing how hot-headed you can be, he secretly loves how argumentative you two are and he sort of thrives off of that. he had no intention for it to take a turn like this though.

you stare at him, eyes steady, narrowing and not wavering even a little bit. “and you’re starting to piss me off, choi.” you unbuckle the seatbelt over your hips, your hand pushing off his from your thigh before passing his legs to scoot yourself to the aisle, catching soobin's sleeping form and making your way to the toilet at the end of the plane.

from beomgyu’s peripheral vision, he turns his body to look back, watching you make your way to the toilet and noting the dull look on your face. his eyes trailed behind you to find yeonjun who looked like he was chasing after you. he sits back comfortably, sighing and rolling his eyes from the thought of what yeonjun must have done to piss you off this time.

yeonjun knocks on the door and calls your name softly a couple of times, “let me in. come on, talk to me.”

you sigh, not wanting people to continue watching him knocking on the door, and for all they know you two look like you’re in some sort of lovers quarrel. he quickly enters as soon as you open the door, and you scoot aside as an attempt to make space for his six foot figure.

“and you couldn’t just leave me alone? how embarrassing.” you huff, crossing your arms against your chest, but due to the close proximity, you can feel his breath fanning by your neck.

“you want to talk about embarrassing? how about hooking up with a stranger at the airport? hmm?” he retorts, slightly raising his voice at you.

you cover his mouth to remind him to keep his voice down.

“what the fuck is this obsession about me hooking up with beomgyu. just say you’re jealous and go, oh my god, yeonjun." you aggressively whisper.

your chest heaves from the anger gradually coming out, and if you weren't in a plane right this moment then yeonjun would definitely get a taste of your wrath. it was silent for a moment with the both of you holding this intense eye contact with a hint of something unspoken. yeonjun breaks away first, turning around as much as he can with his hand back to running through his teal strands.

"I am." is all he mutters.

"you are what?" you exasperatedly rub at your temples with your eyes shut in the hopes that he'd just be straight with you.

"I am jealous." he starts. "god, all this time I tried to avoid the littlest thoughts about you, and now that you've grown up to be such a confident, intelligent and beautiful woman it's kind of hard not to be around you."

your head shoots up, almost breaking your neck at his confession. a million things were going on in your head but not a single thought was stable enough to comprehend that your crush throughout your childhood and teenage years had liked you all this time.

it took you so long to get over him, and after being completely over him for two long years, he's thrown away all your efforts.

"I... hate you." your voice breaks, tears threatening to run down your cheek, tired of his stupid games.

the warmth of his body starts radiating even more, feeling him lean closer than you already were. your eye contact lasts for less than a second until he crashes his lips on yours with his hands desperately fumbling with your arms and throwing it over his shoulders before finding purchase on your waist.

the kiss was messy. nothing but teeth clashing and heavy breaths until yeonjun swiftly swaps places with you and hits your back against the door, hard enough for it to just rattle gently.

"you don't hate me." yeonjun whispers before diving in to capture your lips again.

the pace of the kiss was starting to pick up; his hands gradually lifting your shirt until his hands were massaging and roaming over the mounds of your breasts through your bra, whining from the contact, and your fingers tangling themselves in his dishevelled hair.

you let out soft whimpers as soon as his plush lips peppers along the column of your neck, a heated trail over the hickeys that beomgyu had left before.

"I hate you so much," you whine.

"you look so hot marked up, too bad this area's been marked by someone else." he growls in your ear, while his hands busy themselves by tugging down your sweatpants.

the material of your sweatpants fell just above your knees and that was enough for yeonjun to slide his fingers into your panties, roughly circling your clit with his middle finger, making your core twitch with every circle he drew.

"oh fuck, jjun—" a moan got stuck in your throat while yeonjun went back to attacking your lips with soft nibbles on your bottom lip.

his lips descended down your body, from your neck, littering kisses over your breasts, down your navel and straight to your plush thighs. his finger stopped working on you and instead, grabbing ahold of one of your thighs to prop over his shoulder so he could kiss and suck on your inner thighs.

"you should be marked more often, only where I can see them." after leaving a mark on your skin, he sensually flicks his tongue on the surface, giving you a preview on what his tongue could be used for.

"shut up and eat me out already." you lace your fingers in his hair, tugging on them to inflict minor pain.

yeonjun's dick throbbed from the way you explicitly said that aloud, never thinking he'd hear you say that.

his hands steadied your hips, holding on tightly and kitten licking at your clit. the wet muscle twirling around your bundle of nerves had you holding in your moans, letting out airy grunts as an attempt.

"so sweet." yeonjun draws back before diving his face straight into your core, sticking his tongue out and lapping up at your entrance. you could feel the vibrations from his moans as soon as he sticks his tongue into your slick cunny. it was difficult to not get so wet when yeonjun's lips felt like heaven on yours, and you felt like your soul was ascending when they were all over your body.

"YJ— fuck, did you know I— mmh, liked you back then?" you struggle getting your sentence out when yeonjun's basically tongue fucking your pussy.

he ignores your question and groans against your core, his tongue reaching as far as it can inside you, but every time his nose bumped your clit you'd curl in a little. annoyed, you tug his hair back so he's looking up at you, the dim light in the toilet reflecting the sheen layer of spit and your arousal on his lips and dripping down his chin.

"I asked you a question."

he grabs your wrist, shaking off your hold on his roots and brought the back of your fingers to his lips. "I knew." and then he inserted your index and middle fingers past his lips, feeling his tongue dancing between and around your digits.

you could moan at the sight, knowing that he probably knows those are the two fingers you used to fuck yourself to the thought of him.

"then why didn't you say anything? do you know how hard I wanted you to notice me?" you almost whine.

"oh trust me, I always noticed you." he guides your fingers at your dripping entrance. "I didn't want to make a move because you're my best friend's little sister. Soobin would fucking kill me if I thought about you like that, hell, he'd kill me if he finds out I'm eating you out several rows away from him."

you wince at his choice of words, but more so when he flat tongues your clit while controlling your fingers pumping in and out of you. but it wasn't enough.

"jjun, I need more." you quietly cry behind the palm of your hand, trying to keep your cries at bay.

he sucks at your bead until a quick yelp slipped past your lips, grabbing him by the collar of his quarter-zip and pulling him up to kiss you. the taste of your arousal lingered on your tongue as he plays around with yours.

this was something you had wet dreams about. something that you desperately wanted every time you saw him come over. the things you would think about when he'd bring his then-girlfriends around when he was hanging out with soobin.

"please, I want to feel a little more." you hate to beg, but you were thinking, you're already in this situation, why not go the extra mile?

"of course, baby. anything for you." he switches up so easily now that he's confessed to you, wondering that all this time he could have been bearable if he had just told you, even if you were to keep it between yourselves, he would have been so much easier to deal with.

yeonjun spreads his wet kisses along your jaw and behind your ear, imitating your quiet moans as you continue to unzip his loose jeans, pulling them down just below his balls.

as he strokes his length, you lean your head against his shoulder, looking down and observing how pretty his dick is; the pink tip that's a similar tone to his lips with a clear bead of pre-cum dribbling out slowly. not to mention his girth was perfect to the point you could feel yourself aching to have him inside you.

"should I just put the tip in?" yeonjun mumbles by your temples.

he aligns the head of his cock at your entrance, feeling the faint stretch as it dips inside. you sigh, wanting more but he purposely slides it against your folds an swiping over your clit. the motion had you exhaling your breath that you had been subconsciously holding in ever since he was stroking himself.

"yeonjun, please. I want you inside of me." you beg so prettily that yeonjun could feel his dick twitch in his hand, his eyes tightly shut briefly.

"want you to feel good." his sentences have now reduced to wanting to please you, he didn't care about himself, though you're about to wet his dick, he was still doing whatever you wanted.

you hold onto his shoulders, one leg wrapped around his hip as he pushes in, feeling the delicious stretch against your walls. "gonna. fuck. you. so. good." he grunts in between shallow thrusts.

his hands are glued to your hips and under your thigh, holding you in place for him to fuck in this small compartment. but that doesn't stop him from eagerly reaching as deep as he can inside you. his thrusts get deeper after every other kiss you leave on his neck and collar bone, loving the way your lips makes his skin tingle.

the speed of yeonjun's thrusts get faster, and the hold your pussy has on his cock gets tighter. he has his eyes trained on your face, watching your brows knit and your mouth parting.

"mmhh yeah, that's it baby, right there." you moan by his ear and his pace picks up gradually. he loves the way you want more of his dick, not beomgyu's, but his.

the corners of his lips quirked up at the thought of you forgetting about beomgyu and wanting him at that moment. yeonjun wanted to take this chance to show you he could fuck you better than whatever beomgyu did.

"like that?" he whispers, pulling up your shirt and bra so your boobs were on full display.

he gawked at the sight of your bare chest in front of him, his hips not faltering a single bit; still aiming to make you cum on his dick. it took him no second thoughts to latch his mouth onto one of your nipples, sucking and releasing with 'pop' sounds and repeating as he hears more of your mixture of moans and whimpers.

you loved the sensation of yeonjun's tongue and pillowy lips on your boobs, but his dick was starting to drill into you, feeling your mind going hazy with every stroke against your gummy walls.

"I'm close." you whimper above him, his lips still suckling at your aroused nipple and the other massaging it in the palm of his hand.

"wan' you to cum around me mommy." his words were muffled from his occupied mouth, but the slight rasp in the way he said it was ticking your orgasm closer by the millisecond.

yeonjun lets go of your boob and starts playing with your clit again, his thrusts doesn't falter even when you clench around him like a vice, your walls convulsing around him. your moans were becoming dangerously loud, and if it wasn't for yeonjun swallowing your moans by helplessly kissing you, then you were sure you would have a flight attendant knocking at the door.

your thighs start shaking under his hold as you leak down your legs but yeonjun pulls out, his cock still standing strong as reaches for the tissues to clean up your mess.

"feel better?" he wipes down the remaining droplets by your knees, before throwing the tissue away and tucking his hard dick into his baggy jeans.

you cock your head to the side, "you didn't cum?"

"it's okay, just wanted to make you feel good, remember? you were about to transform into a dragon out there with all your huffing and puffing. and even though I got my dick wet, at least it was by you." you slap his shoulder light-heartedly, scoffing at his comment before you both bursted into a shared laugh.

"you were irritating me that's why." you reply. "and you really are just that obsessed with me huh? that why your temper went down too?"

you watch him check up on himself through the mirror, relaying a slow nod to you. noting the faint couple of hickeys you left just under his collar, it's as if he knew what you were thinking and he zipped up his quarter-zip a little higher than before. he seemed more peaceful now, and you found it cute that the tip of his ears were blushing pink.

"I am obsessed with you. literally can't stop thinking about you." his hand reaches for your waist and brings you closer until your chests collide.

"okay, lover boy. take it easy on the simp talk." he scoffs, but the smile he has on his face seems like he's satisfied even when you haven't said how you currently feel towards him.

"can I have another kiss? literally miss your lips already." he kisses your shoulder slowly, maybe leaving two or three. something about that gesture made your heart drop.

you were selfish. you just met beomgyu who you have a good feeling about. but that isn't enough for you apparently. you have yeonjun wrapped around your finger and the fact that he's obsessed with you just as much as you were for him just feeds that emptiness you'd been feeling for so long.

"yn? you know you can say no." you snapped out of your thoughts and didn't realise there was a gap, as much as there can be, between you and yeonjun.

"kiss me." your hands are splayed flat on his chest, caressing the area with your thumb as he cups your cheek with one hand and pulls you in by the hip with the other.

your lips have only kissed three people in your lifetime. your first kiss in freshman year college, beomgyu and now yeonjun. but you seem just as in need of his lips as he is with yours. they were perfect and pouty. soft but also dangerously addictive. and the way he lets you lightly trap his bottom lip between your teeth just makes you want him even more.

you both pull away, a short string of saliva fallen from your lips which has yeonjun's eyes filled with lust for you.

"I- I think we should head out. we're lucky it isn't a full plane." you stutter from the gaze he had on you just a second before.

"it's fine. we'll never see these people again." yeonjun chuckles at you for your attempt at discretion. "and I don't think they cared enough to stop us."

you shrugg at his response, adjusting your shirt even though it still wasn't going to miraculously cover the hickeys beomgyu left.

as soon as you open the door, you step out first and yeonjun stepping out after with him faking a cover up conversation for the people you would walk past to hear, "are you feeling better now?"

you find your row and take your seat, nudging him, "oh shut up." and he laughs at your response.

you genuinely did feel better after the released tension, but now you just don't know how you're going about this sticky situation you were in. you see beomgyu slowly turn his head and you keep an eye on his purple hair until he looks at you, shooting you a smile.

and you still felt your heart skip a beat for him.

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[evnseokz]

꒰ ☆ so sensitive, kitty ~ s.es ꒱

pairing: cat hybrid! eunseok x reader

contents: hybrid au, owner/pet dynamic, sub! shy! eunseok, dom! reader, handjob, power play, praise, slight overstimulation/oversensitivity

if you don't fw hybrid fics pls just scroll. i had fun w this ngl I'm on my cat eunseok agenda w.c. 1.9k

MINORS DNI

✧────  ₍^. .^₎⟆ ────✧

eunseok had always been the quiet, reserved type—especially when it came to his little secret. most people didn’t know about it, but you did. the soft, gray cat ears that twitched atop his head, the long, silky tail that curled behind him—everything about him screamed adorable.

but the best part?

they were sensitive.

“y/n…” his voice was already trembling, his ears flicking wildly as you lightly traced your fingers over them. he sat curled into your couch, his tail twitching anxiously beside him as he tried (and failed) to avoid your teasing touch.

“hmm?” you feigned innocence, brushing your fingers against the base of his ears again. the way he shivered, how his shoulders tensed up, only made you more eager to keep going.

“you’re… you’re doing that on purpose,” he mumbled, his face burning a shade of pink that contrasted beautifully with his soft gray ears.

“doing what?” you tilted your head, fingers dancing along the sensitive spot where his ears met his hair.

a shaky gasp slipped from his lips, and he quickly covered his face with his hands. his tail fluffed up slightly in distress, curling around his waist as if to protect himself from further attacks.

but you weren’t done.

not yet.

slowly, you reached out and gave his tail a gentle stroke.

“ah—!” his whole body jerked, and he let out the cutest whimper, squeezing his eyes shut as his ears flattened against his head.

“y/n, stop—”

“aww, but you’re so cute when you’re like this,” you cooed, pinching the tip of his ear lightly.

his breath hitched. “i-i’m not cute,” he muttered, squirming under your touch. but the way his tail swayed—hesitant, shy, needy—told a different story.

you smirked. “oh? then why are you so red?”

he whined, burying his face against your shoulder in a weak attempt to hide. “you’re so mean…”

“but you like it,” you teased, running your fingers through his hair, scratching gently behind his ears. his whole body melted against you, a soft, involuntary purr vibrating in his chest.

“i-i don’t…” his voice was barely above a whisper now, breathy and light, but the way he nuzzled closer told you everything you needed to know.

you grinned. “sure, sure. whatever helps you sleep at night, kitty.”

eunseok only let out another embarrassed whimper, too shy to argue anymore.

and that’s when you decided to push him just a little further.

your fingers trailed lower, following the length of his twitching tail.

“your tail is moving so much… are you excited, eunseok?”

“n-no—!” he stammered, but the way his body jerked when your fingers stroked the base of his tail betrayed him completely.

his breath stuttered, a needy, whimpering sound slipping from his lips. his fingers, gripping the fabric of your shirt, tensed like he was holding on for dear life.

but you could see it—the way his ears flattened, the way his thighs pressed together, the way his chest rose and fell too quickly. he was falling apart just from your teasing touch.

“y/n…” his voice was barely above a whisper, his half-lidded eyes hazy with something he was desperately trying to deny.

you leaned in, your lips grazing the soft shell of his ear.

“say it.”

eunseok whined, his hips shifting slightly, unable to stay still under your attention. his tail twitched against your wrist, his body betraying him even as he squirmed.

you pressed closer, letting him feel your warmth, your breath ghosting against his sensitive skin. your fingers toyed with the waistband of his sweats.

his entire body stiffened.

“p-please…”

that was all you needed.

your hand slid beneath the fabric, and the moment your fingers brushed against him, eunseok shuddered violently, a desperate gasp escaping his lips. his ears flattened completely, his tail going stiff before curling tightly again, as if trying to ground himself.

“you’re already this worked up?” you teased, palm grazing over his arousal, feeling the heat radiating through the thin fabric of his boxers. “so sensitive, kitty.”

eunseok whimpered, burying his face against your shoulder, his hands clutching at you like you were the only thing keeping him from falling apart.

“i-i can’t…” his voice was breathless, needy, his thighs twitching as he pressed closer.

“can’t what?” you stroked him through his boxers, feeling how desperately hard he already was. “you can take it, baby.”

his hips jerked instinctively, chasing your touch, and the sweet, broken moan he let out went straight to your core.

the control he was trying so hard to keep? it was slipping.

you hooked your fingers into his waistband, tugging his sweats down just enough to free him, and his whole body shook at the exposure. his hands flew up, gripping at your wrist—not to stop you, but just to hold onto something, anything.

“you’re so red, eunseok,” you murmured, watching his flushed cheeks, the way his eyes were squeezed shut, too shy to meet your gaze.

“i-i know…” he admitted weakly, voice trembling, his ears twitching wildly.

you wrapped your fingers around him, stroking slowly, teasingly, and his body jerked violently, a strangled whimper escaping his throat.

his tail wrapped around your wrist again, squeezing lightly, as if trying to beg for more without using his words.

you smirked. oh, he’s too cute like this.

“does it feel good, baby?” you whispered, tightening your grip just slightly, stroking faster.

eunseok nodded frantically, panting against your neck. his hips were moving now, shallow, needy thrusts into your palm, but he was still too shy to say anything.

so you leaned in again, pressing your lips to the tip of his ear.

“i wanna hear you say it.”

his breath caught, his fingers digging into your arms. he hesitated, swallowing hard, before finally whispering in a broken voice—

“f-feels so good…”

his body tensed, ears flicking wildly, tail going rigid, and then—

a shaky cry ripped from his throat as his release crashed over him, pleasure wracking through his entire frame. his body shuddered violently, fingers grasping at you like you were the only thing tethering him to reality.

and when it was over, his body went limp against you, soft pants falling from his lips as he buried his face in your shoulder.

you pressed a soft kiss to his flushed cheek, stroking his hair as his breathing slowly steadied.

“you did so good, kitty,” you murmured, letting him melt against you.

a tiny whimper was all you got in response—he was still too shy to speak, but his arms tightened around you. you smirked.

“next time… i’m gonna make you beg properly.”

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..

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[mihii-i]

HEELELO i found a fellow ddlc fan AND they write femreader YES >:D personally i fricking love monika and yuri and i got a bunch of ideas i wanna write but im burnt out to a crisp currently sooo

headcanons of what makes monika warm and flustered since she doesn't really get shy that easily

yuri x really bubbly and loud reader headcanons

you don't have to do both or any but i really like your ddlc stuff <33

i hope you have a good day/night!!!

what gets monika flustered hcs.

Pairings: monika x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, hint of natsuri mentioned, none really, wuhluhwuh I can’t do this girls kissing warning anymore let’s go gambling gambling is that all u ever say I hate gamblinggggg, I hate homophobessssss, can I get more ddlc with female reader im so tired of seeing male reader male reader aaaa, screaming in lowercase because my cw are always in lowercase aaaaaa ofc not proofread these are fvcking headcanons, sorry lemme phrase that nicer, not proofread.

A/N: omg feel free to ask the yuri one in a seperate ask because I can’t do two different requests in one- BUT YES I DO FEM READER FOR DDLC we are in such a shortage of ddlc x female reader content when salvato himself literally ships the club members together and we know full well that most of the ddlc fandom rn is just depressed gay women (ngl some of the weird ddlc modders from 2018 made me wanna puke so it’s refreshing to be present with fem reader content now 🕯️

Oh my GOD like you said already, it’s rare to see Monika get flustered by pretty much anything, so either you’d have to try extra hard, or just find those little weak spots that make her happy.

Since she’s more accustomed to popularity and attention for a few brief moments, Monika would genuinely appreciate if you checked up on her often. Even if it’s just for small things. Like asking if she ate or if she needs any help with managing the club.

She doesn’t get all stutter-y per se, more like you can see her smile to herself and her cheeks dusted over with a light pink as she drags her heart pen across a blank page, cheek resting on her palm with that dreamy look burning in her emerald eyes.

Handholding is also another huge thing!!! (Yes ik handholding before marriage how scandalous)

Holding her hand in the hallway is one thing, but when you two are alone? That’s a whole new level of intimacy for her to be fair.

Monika seems to be the type of woman who prefers intimate moments to be sort of a display of affection and how close you two are, meaning that they can just be random little things that make her happy, rather than the usual extra cliché actions that are typically displayed to be intimate.

If you’re sitting next to her after school while she’s writing poetry in an empty classroom, leaning your head against her shoulder as you lace your fingers with her own, she will DEFINITELY be thinking of that moment for the whole day.

Another silly thing that isn’t ’traditionally romantic’ that gets her flustered has to be complimenting her poetry!

She also adores when you show interest in it, and even go as far as analyzing the metaphorical language and symbolism of her style, basking in the moment of you showing interest in something crafted by her own hand.

Especially cause it feels like you’re looking into her soul (which is what she puts into her poetic works), and trying to dig deeper to actively find out more about her, rather than being content with knowing just the surface level of who you would want her to be. And in her eyes, that’s practically the definition of love, and goes to show how much you truly love her.

LET ME TELL YOU do little things like buying her a drink from the vending machine or write a little heart on a poem you write for her and she’ll be so giddy inside it’s cute.

I also feel like she’d like it when you abruptly hug her from behind, since the feeling of your arms, whether they’re skinnier or thicker than hers would bring her comfort knowing you’re just squeezing her.

If I’m being so real right now, I feel like she gets flustered by almost everything you two do in private, since she has to keep up that popular ‘perfect’ girl front in the hallways.

OOH ONE I FORGOT TO MENTION Monika would make an exception to getting openly red in the face whenever you gush about her to the other club members, especially when she doesn’t know and they tell her about it!

It would go something like most likely Natsuki walking up to Monika—probably because you lost a bet to her for god knows what competitive bullshit you two were doing, and straight up tells her something along the lines of:

“Hey Monika, you know (Name) kept yapping about how you have the prettiest smile she’s seen? Also, I think you’ve got a huge fan of your poems now since she can’t shut up about them.”

To which Monika would try to quickly compose herself from her initially flushed state and spew out an uncharacteristically quick sentence like:

“Ah..tell her she’s more gorgeous than I could’ve imagined then!”

And this little pink gremlin would run back to tell you before going back to wherever she was next to Yuri.

yes I added a sprinkle of natsuri don’t complain about and just pretend it’s in a friendly way if you don’t ship it ig

Overall, I feel like Monika would just get flustered by any affection of yours done in a private setting that really conveys the depth of your love for her. <3

A/N: IM SO SORRY FOR LETTING TJIS MARINATE IN MY REQUESTS FOR TOO LONF OMG but honestly this was so cute and fun to write

But this may not be what exactly u asked for so I apologize 💔

nevertheless I hope you still enjoy the food yayyy <33

[cakeandpudding1]

I want to read Ror's newest spin off since it got all over fyp, but I can't find it anywhere -,-

By the way if you don't mind, can I get a smut request of the trio underworld -(Hades, Beelzy, Adamas)- with a subby wife F reader? Perhaps an angryfuck with breeding bcs their wifey keeps demanding things from them while they're busy/tired? (we love hardworking husband) Ngl I love them so much

I hope it's not too much! I'm waiting for ur art too >⁠.⁠<

Hi!! This is one hell of a request anon 😆 haha

Hades, Adamas, Beelzebub (separate) × sub!wife!reader

Warnings : NSFW

⚠️!!!MDNI!!!⚠️

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Hades

he was doing paperwork and all, and was completely stressed. The man was completely overworked, and you weren't making things any better.

You were so needy. Like a pet. Always demanding affection, love, and everything else. It was tiring.

So when he finally had enough, he decided to just play into your needs and spread your legs. Since you wanted it so much, he'll give you all the love he's stored up.

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"haa...haaa~! Hunny.." Sobs were everywhere, and the bed was creaking more than ever, your eyes glazed with lust as his fingers added up into your tight little clit opening. He was good with his fingers, not to mention the speed he had was beyond human. (Obviously)

Your legs were spread wide, and the cool air did nothing thanks to the hot sex you were both going to partake in. Your shirt was above your sweet little nipples—making them stand out to him more.

Your beloved husband was fingerfucking you to tears. Your whines and cries echoing throughout the big spacial room, one that was meant for a king and a queen to have their privacy. The noise that could only fill your thoughts was full of slimy sticky sounds of your pussy being driven to craziness by your sweetheart.

"Didn't you say you wanted my attention, dear? Here I am. Don't tell me you don't want to do it anymore." He spoke, before withdrawing his fingers, his hands making its way to his pants. When you looked, there stood an erect cock, waiting to pounce on your vulnerable little holes.

He slid his cock in-between your slit. Rubbing it with renewed vigor. It took a few tries for him to push the tip inside your pretty little clit, before it finally slid in.

"Are you happy now, my queen?"

Your sobs and sniffles were a melody to his ears when he pushed more of his length into your clit, his hips moving back and forth, picking up speed and eventually deep breeding you. Pumping your belly full of his future babies.

Don't worry, he can last long enough to make you happy and fulfilled, just like you asked.

Adamas

Adamas was tired. Very tired of your 'whining', or that's how he prefers to call it. He's been finished with all your bullshit. You should have never lit fire to a man with a short fuse. He was not one to let things go so easily.

When he arrived to you, instead of giving you his nut, mf makes you suck him off instead. Then watches you struggle, before putting you in Doggystyle position and immediately going at it.

You really thought there would be like, foreplay or something? Hell no. Straight to the point.

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"Well? How's it feel you fuckin princess? You like that? It's what you asked for, yeah?"

He looked down at you, before flipping you again to lay on your back, just so that he could watch your pretty little face all pink and stained with tears.

"Did you set this all up for me to fuck you? here's the attention you've been demanding. Will that shut you up for a while?"

He's not really one to use his fingers. He prefers to just use his cock, letting it do all the work for him. His hands are busy with your tits. Rolling and pinching them like they aren't sensitive. Like he was playing with a console or whatever.

If you like it rough, he's the man for you.

Beelzebub

He was completely tired after doing experiments, and looking through recent papers connected to his new ideas. But you would not stop demanding for his attention.

You need to give this man ana award for putting up with you. Especially knowing how he is. All you do all day is ask for things and be all needy with him, even if he doesn't have much time to spare for you. Which is why he found a good solution for it.

That solution? Fucking your brains out. What a genius.

But think about it. If he fucks you well and good, then not only will he get a rest from all your constant whining, but also give you what you asked for. It's a win-win situation.

---

Now that he had you stroke and pump him off, he did not waste a second to squeeze his whole length inside. Your moans heard, but clearly ignored.

"Beel...I'm soorry--"

Instead of going faster, he decided to slow down. Pushing deep, slow and sensual. It was pure torture, but luckily for you, he was an expert with his tongue. He'd lick your clit and suck it slowly, making you cum and throb. Before sucking rougher.

"there, you asked for this. I'll make sure to finish up soon."

He'd whisper, before pushing his cock back in, this time, ready to pump you full. You wanted love? Here it is. Oh, but I'm only talking about Beelzebub here. What about his curse? Well.

You'd be fucked to oblivion I tell you. So much to the point where your voice grows hoarse from all the noise you made. Your cheeks would stain and flow with tears. If Beelzebub was bad, you better look at his curse. Once this thing comes out, you'll be coming multiple times too.

Finger fucking your butthole, pounding your clit after, ome after the other—back to back.

[joi-me-hoi-me-noi]

OP!AC!AU x Royal!Reader

So I had ideas of them being blessed to meet the royal reader themself ngl. This includes Zoro, Ace, + Luffy

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RORONOA Zoro -

He was tied up in the prison of the castle you resided in. It was painful to hear his groans of pain when you passed by the cellar doors. One day, you had enough. You came down, lantern in hand, and stepped urgently towards his cell. You cleared your throat and the guards gasped, bowed and then spoke.

"P-Princess Y/n."

You look upon the green haired male as he slowly and painfully lifts his head to look at you. You then look back at the guards with a stoic face.

"My father would have all your heads if he found out that you all decided to do this against his wishes."

You jab your finger down the darkened hall and spoke with an evil tone.

"Go."

They quickly stood and were stumbling over each other trying to get out of your sight. You look back towards the male and grabbed the door before it closed. You pull it open, a couple of grunts slipping out of your mouth.

"I'm going to get you out of here."

He looks up, spits blood onto the floor and smirks.

"I don't need your help, princess."

You just hum before unlocking his hands from the chains. He stands quick and towers over your figure. He wipes his busted lip with a wince and then exits the cell. You try to follow behind him before you were pushed back onto the floor, your dress soaking up the blood.

"Hey, you can't leave me in here!" Your hands grip the bars, shaking the door.

"I can actually, someone will find you eventually."

He leans in close and smirks again.

"I'm doing this for your safety and mine. I'll remember your kindness."

He limps down the hall in the other direction with your lantern as you watch from the jail cell.

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SANJI -

You looked out of place and confused to say the least in his eyes. He noticed after a couple of minutes of watching you. Then his eyes widened when he caught a glimpse of your eyes. It couldn't be...

He grabbed your wrist and dragged you to an empty alleyway. He pushes you against the wall and tries to meet your eyes again. You continue to dodge his sight, gripping the hood on you.

"Remove the hood."

You step to the side to get away and he blocks your exit with his arm. You can feel his intense and intrigued eyes on you. You try again and he pushes you back against the wall, holding you there.

"Remove the hood...this is your last chance."

You hear his dagger unsheathe to then be pressed close to your neck. It was either be killed or live. Your shaky hands grab your hood and pull it back to rest on your shoulders. The gasp that comes out of his mouth was expected.

"Far from home, aren't you?"

The jambiya isn't pressed against your neck anymore but he's playing with it dangerously. He could slice his finger off if he wasn't careful. He eyes you as he leans against the wall.

"I was allowed to go out..." Your voice trails off when his head tilts.

"With a cloak and nightgown? Yeah right, you wouldn't be caught dead in that outfit."

Your eyebrows furrow as you approach the man. You jab a fingernail in his chest as you glare at him.

"I'll have you know, I can wear whatever I want when I want."

Horns start to blare from the market and you throw your head back in annoyance.

"How the hell did they find out I was missing that quickly?" You peer out of the alleyway before settling against the wall.

He peeks out of the alley right after you settle against the wall. He hums and then looks at you before lighting his cigarette. He takes a hit before exhaling with a light smirk.

"Looks like it's time for you to go."

He approaches the entrance to the alleyway and waves a red scarf in the sunlight.

"The princess is right here! In this alleyway!"

You gasp loudly before pulling him back in by his shirt.

"Shut up!" You whisper-yell.

Your heads perk up at the sound of footsteps approaching. Loud and fast.

"Au Revoir, princess."

He blows a cloud of smoke in your face causing you to shut your eyes and cough loudly. You were gently grabbed on the shoulders by one of the servants that usually stays by your side.

"Your majesty, this way please. We're taking you home."

Your eyes open and he's gone. You just sigh and follow the servent's orders. Little did you know, he just hopped onto the roof. He watches your exit for a while before leaving the market to go back to his friend's hideout.

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MONKEY D. LUFFY -

He was a wanted man but also your love. He always found different ways to get into your room. You were asleep when you heard a loud thump and then a muffled laugh. You open your eyes, sit up and scan the room. Your eyes eventually land on the floor where Luffy was staring up at you, hoping you wouldn't notice him.

"I didn't know you were dropping by late at night."

"I thought you liked surprises?"

"I do."

You were about to give him a kiss but you heard footsteps approaching your door. Both of your eyes widened as you urged him to get in your closet.

"Y/n? Are you okay? Did you fall?"

"I'm fine, Miss Jezebel. Something fell in my room."

You mimic a cough and then clear your throat.

"I'm a bit parched. Could you get me some water please?"

"Of course, Y/n."

You hear her footsteps fade and let out a glad exhale.

"That was close."

"It was."

"You do realize you can't stay long since I asked her to fetch me some water. She'll be back at any minute."

He nods and then pulls a [F/f] out of his bag. You couldn't help but gasp in disbelief.

"I tried to make sure it didn't get ruined on my way over here. Obviously not in perfect shape but happy birthday."

You hug him so tightly that he felt like he was going to explode. You pull back and kiss him softly and quick.

"This is the best gift you could ever give me. It definitely has your charm..." You turn to face him with a smug grin. "Did Ace help you out?"

He looks to the side and nods causing you to giggle softly as not to wake up anyone else in the castle. You hear Miss Jezebel's footsteps and lead him quickly toward the balcony before laying in bed.

"Thank you Miss Jezebel."

She sets the glass on the nightstand before exiting out of your room. You look toward the balcony and see that your lover was already gone. You couldn't help but smile to yourself.

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A/n: I feel like I messed up on some parts but it looks good to me. Reblogs are appreciated, thank you so much! <3

Masterlist -> link

[queer-n-here]

I just read the akutagawa fic someone requested so I wanted to request smth similar if that's cool!

Sigma comes home with an attitude after getting all stressed at work so we cockwarm him

Take ur time btw ik you're prolly stressed w school and stuff 🙏

Gah, brother! Ittookmeashittonofwhiletogetthispieceoutimsosorryireallyreallyreallytriedveryhard-

*clears throat* I... *Sigh* I'm sorry it took me so much time to get this out. But I'm really proud of myself for finally finishing this, ngl. Hope you like it, and thank you for being patient.

Contents: Making Sigma cockwarm reader.

Warnings: Smut, Top male reader, cockwarming. Think that's about it.

Sigma was more than just irritated.

He was tired and annoyed; there was a dull ache in his head and his body was too heavy for his legs.

So when you pressed your signature soft kiss to his temple, and asked him if he remembered the date you'd planned for him, he snapped a little too ferociously.

"[Name], I can't go today, okay?" He said, his brows furrowed. "There's too much on my mind and I don't have time for stuff like that anymore."

A part of you was hurt by that. 'I don't have time,' You'd always thought he enjoyed your dates.

But you pushed it to the back of your brain.

About an hour later, Sigma was more than regretting the way he'd talked back.

You were fully clothed; just your pants were unzipped so your cock could be buried in him as it was, nestled between his walls all warm and snug, but achingly stationary. You were pretending as if everything were perfectly normal, scrolling through your phone and blatantly ignoring Sigma, who was sitting in your lap straddling you, naked.

He was starting to grow desperate; he wanted you to fuck him the way you always did, aiming at his sweet spot with the accuracy of a professional archer. He needed it. But you weren't listening to him at all.

"[Name]," Sigma said, voice slightly unsteady as his hands clutched at the fabric of your shirt. "[Name], please..."

"Hmm?" You raised an eyebrow, not quite looking up from your phone.

"Don't do this, please..." He looked up at you with those teary eyes of his. "I need you."

You glanced at him, the sight of his gaze making you almost give in. You sighed, putting the phone down and looking at him fully. "Need me? I thought you had too much on your mind and not enough time."

Sigma looked slightly hurt, but then he buried his face into the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around your neck. "I'm sorry."

A sob shook his shoulders, and you felt tears drip onto yours. You sighed again, and put an arm around him.

"I can't take it anymore," He mumbled.

"Fine," You said. How were you supposed to remain firm when your love was crying? "But you're gonna have to do it yourself."

Sigma pulled away to look at you, cheeks red. "What do you...?"

You put your phone away, and turned to look at him again. "I'm not really feeling like doing anything, to be honest. And since you want it so much, you can do it for yourself."

With these words you sat back against the couch, looking up at him as he contemplated your suggestion. Sigma had never ridden you before; it was usually just you doing nasty stuff to him that made his eyes water and brain fog up.

But times were desperate, and you did not look like you were gonna cave in soon, so he nodded.

"Okay," He murmured, eyes downcast.

"Perfect," You said.

And so he started moving, grinding down on your cock slowly as his fingers tightened around your shirt. He bit his lips trying to muffle the moans he knew would start to spill out soon. His whole was fluttering around your cock already, his own dick twitching with want.

It was almost painful for you to not move, to not flip the two of you around and pin Sigma against the couch beneath you and fuck him till he was screaming. Gods, and he didn't even know the effect he had on you.

"Come on," You caressed his waist softly, stomach taught and shoulders tense with your restraint. "You can go faster, can't you?"

Sigma nodded, and sped up slightly. He was still shy, unable to make eye contact with you and with a stiff blush across his face. His eyes were tearing up slightly, and no amount of biting his lips was keeping in the ah-ah-ahs that spilled from his mouth as he bounced on your cock.

You could feel your dick twitching with want and restraint inside him. Your breathing had grown laboured, and you couldn't help but lean forwards and kiss Sigma slightly harshly.

He moaned into it, hole clenching around your cock and eyelids fluttering shut as a tear rolled down his cheek. You bit and nibbled so hard at his lips that he had to pull away to stop you.

"Don't- nghh! Don't b-bite so hard," He panted.

"Hmm," You grabbed his love handles, mediating his pace. "Don't you like it?"

Sigma flushed, burying his face into the crook of your shoulder as you made him bounce wilder on your cock. When you hit his prostrate, he whimpered, clutching your shoulders so hard his short nails dug into your skin.

So you hit it again and again, your hips snapping up to thrust your tip against his sweet spot, making him start to whine from the feeling. His own hips were bouncing to meet your thrusts half-way, and the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin that echoed through the room was making you restless.

You decided, fuck the punishment, you needed Sigma.

Flipping yourselves around so that Sigma was laying on the couch and you were on top of him, you pressed his pretty legs to his chest and fucked him, bullying his sweet spot and abusing his hole as he cried out underneath you.

Your pace was destructive and brutal, sending Sigma scrambling to find purchase as his chest heaved with each breath. You could tell from his blurred-up eyes that his brain was starting to cloud, his hands clutching your shoulders so tight his nails had managed to draw blood from your skin.

Soon, his thighs started trembling violently, his hole clenching around you in the way that it did when he was close. You smirked, teeth-half gritted against your arousal, and sped up.

Sigma cried out, cum shooting from his dick as a sound of pleasure ripped itself free from his throat, his hole so tight around you it was almost impossible to pull out and thrust in.

You weren't far behind, what with him so tight around your dick it was making you see stars. The white hot coil in your intestines snapped, and you painted Sigma's walls white.

Slowing down to a stop, you huffed to catch your breath, eyes landing on him.

He was out of breath and dazed, quite obviously in subspace. You pulled out of him, earning a small whimper from him, and placed a small kiss on his forehead.

It didn't take long to get a bath ready for Sigma, and you soon carried him to it from the couch. As you set him down in the water, he reached out to hold onto you.

"[Name]..." He murmured, perhaps already out of subspace.

"Hm?" You stroked his hair gently.

"Something's bothering you, right?" He looked up at you, voice quiet. "You looked weird earlier."

You sat down on the floor next to him outside the bath. "Earlier when?"

"When I said..." Sigma bit his lip. "When I said that mean stuff."

You smiled softly, even as the memory made you want to wince. "Hmm, yeah. It did hurt a little, honestly."

Sigma lowered his head, pouting slightly. "I'm sorry. I was just upset because of-"

"Because of something that happened at work, right?" You finished for him, nodding. "I know, that's why I didn't say anything."

He bit his lip. "I'm sorry."

You smiled at him again, leaning forwards to kiss his temple. "It's alright. But next time..." You paused. "If you don't want to go out somewhere with me, just say so."

"No!" Sigma sat up straight, looking at you with his wide eyes. "I like going to places with you. I didn't really mean it, I swear."

You looked at him, and this time the smile that tugged at your lips was automatic. "Really?"

"Yeah," He nodded furiously. "I really like spending time with you."

You chuckled softly. "Mn, good to hear."

[lovelyjoyous]

Hiii new anon and reader here and I absolutely love your writings. Can you do gp! Asa you can decide on the plot whatever you want. I rarely find any Asa or ruka x fem reader and ngl we absolutely need more!!!

gp! Asa X fem!Reader

Warnings! dom! Asa, bottom! Reader, rough sex(kinda of), gp!Asa, cunnilingus(R. receiving), cum eating. More? Lmk

You usually try to stay awake until Asa gets home, but sometimes you just fall asleep because her work goes late and you're tired too.

But you always know when she arrives, feeling an arm around your waist and kisses on the top of your head, a smile immediately filling your face.

And the way she apologizes for waking you up always warms your heart, thinking she's such a good and caring girlfriend. 🥺

But one night you just feel something poking you, so you whisper for her to take her phone out of her pocket (classic). But you really don't understand why she's laughing against your neck.

Muttering a "It's not my phone" and you immediately understand what's going on. 😭

Not knowing what to do, just asking if she needed help in a pathetic way that you regretted right after the sentence left your mouth. The sound of her laughter making you shiver and almost arch your back. But you definitely didn't complain when she got on top of you, the calm and slow kiss not matching the speed at which she ripped off your clothes and theirs.

Asa swallowing your moans and sighs as her thin fingers played with your clitoris, circling it and squeezing it in a way that made your leg tremble against the mattress. And now the excited person here was you😭

Pushing your hips against hers to try to get some friction, until she pushes your hips away and tells you to behave.

And you could even complain, but when you see her head going down to the middle of your thighs, you forget any objection you were about to make.

Asa's tongue spreading your lubrication until she thinks it's enough, but still hitting all those spots that make you roll your eyes and grip the sheets. Laughing against your pussy when she tries to get up but you stop her and push her head back to where it belongs.

And when she has a special focus on your sensitive spot, you really can't hold it anymore. Cumming all over her mouth and Asa not wasting a single drop of her release.

She barely gave you time to breathe, barely remembering when she started fucking you in such a brutal way.

The only thing you could do was stand still and look pretty while she used your pussy like she imagined all day, the bed creaking from the speed she was pounding into you, making a loud noise echo throughout the room, you couldn't care less.

Your mouth opened in silent moans, eyes squeezed shut and hands gripping your girlfriend's arms in search of some support for her increasingly limp body.

Squeezing your pussy tighter and tighter around her cock, seeking both your release and hers, but trying to be a good girl for her because she made you feel so good😞

And the dirtiest phrases coming out of a voice as beautiful and caring as Asa's didn't help at all.

Until your grip on her and the way she was relentless made you both cum basically at the same time. The hot liquids mixed together, but you still felt full.

Her body fell on top of yours, breathing heavily and hiding a satisfied smile against your neck.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” were the first sentences after a while, but in the most affectionate way that made you doubt what had happened a few minutes ago.

[ineedjesusverymuch]

Diabolik lovers headcanons pt. 3 (even more stuff)

Hi, it's been a while, no? Even though I feel a bit like I'm screaming into an empty void, I do enjoy writing my thoughts down.

The Diabolik Lovers fandom gets smaller and smaller and since just a few blogs are active, I wanted to post more! I know that without Rejet producing more content (that is canon and not "just" new merchlines, even though I deeply love the art), the dl fandom is bound to shrink. But: now, there are a lot of very respectful blogs, which I do enjoy! The toxicity just shrinks a lot on smaller fandoms. And I really love that no slander of Yui is happening!

Now, lets get into the headcanons after my short ramble.

I won't write anything nsfw this time, just a quick psa.

⚠ I'll try to mark anything that could be triggering with this: ❗trigger warning ❗

⚠This post will briefly discuss topics like: parental trauma and childhood trauma.⚠

The topics in this post will be mostly happy or cute (?), asks are always appreciated!

As always, I'll try to be at least a bit true to canon. But... Well.

this time I did not just ramble about Kanato, I think I talked about Laito quite a bit though...

Headcanons under the cut ⬇

First of all: Shu.

Genuinely loves dogs (remember the scene with Yuma? The little puppy? Yes.)

All fluffy dogs are loved, just as all other dogs.

Loveslovesloves Golden retrievers and sheperd dogs. Likes big dogs a bit more than small dogs, more to hug.

Deeply hates toads. Not frogs, toads. He thinks they're quite ugly and hates how big they can get

Shu is Not dumb but being a little fuck by not-obeying-karlheinz's-orders-like-being-good-in-school

Has only socks with terrible obnoxious patterns, like the weirdest psychedelic shit? I'm talking about rainbow colored mushrooms on sunyellow backdrop and comical faces. (Ngl, it's a vibe)

Huuuuge crush on Yuma. He likes his long hair and the fact that Yuma doesn't try to lie to him. Shu likes honest people and Yuma with his blunt approach is amazing for him. Also, he is convinced that Yuma is very simple to understand, nit at all complicated like some other people.

Next in Line is Reiji! What a surprise.

Has a huge collection of Hand cream and lotion. He has those long, slim fingers and his nails are manicured so impeccable that they don't even look real anymore.

Wears only black socks. Its a hassle to sort them since some of them have different lengths or fabrics

Has pet rats. Definitely pet rats.

They're cute and all but he's named ever single one outrageous names like Berthold and Brunhilde, the typical old german names you'd read in very old books.

Reiji Is able to speak not only german, japanese and the demon language but can also speak latin (even though shu is on a much higher level), a bit of French and russian.

Would be the type to do things simply out of sprite. Shu once mentioned not liking blue curtains and now all curtains are blue.

Has an academic rivalry with Ruki. All the other students (including Ruki) think they're flirting, only Reiji is oblivious.

Next: our boy Ayato!

Hates bees with a passion.

Kanato once "gifted" him a box of bees out of spite (the little shit put the whole bee hive in that box), ever since then Ayato runs as soon as humming from a bee can be heard in a ten mile ratio. (Being outside is very exhausting for everyone, himself included)

Very much enjoys shows like Brigderton and say yes to the dress. Loves the drama and the intrigue.

Ayato actually? Doesn't hate his brothers??? He likes to bicker with them, especially his other triplets, but genuinely cares about them. He's just a bit too emotionally stunted on that front (thank you cordelia).

Likes not only takoyaki but also any type of japanese festival food. I'm talking about mochi, dango and tayaki, etc.

the type to have lactose intolerance and ignore it completely to seem "cool"

went on an ice cream date with Yui once and spent the entire night in the bathroom because he was too proud to say no

Actually wears makeup? I'm not talking about full-on glam but a bit concealer and eyeliner. Ayato has red mascara and omfg he looks so good with it???

Laito and he enjoy playing those multiplayer games for nintendo

He has an entire village on animal crossing that is managed by him and Laito together

Next in line: Kanato!

I have made quite long posts about him in the past so I wont elaborate on some things that I already wrote down.

Very skilled at makeup. Like top-level skill. Wears eyeliner, liptint or gloss and glitter under and on his eyes. Light blush is a must-have!

Can crochet and knit but is often too impatient to make bigger projects

Will hyperfocus on things like historical fashion and garments for weeks at a time.

Once was so focused on the black plague that he didn't drink blood for like five weeks and passed out until he was fed some blood

Gremlin.

Has a friendship with Yuma? They plant plants together and since Kanato (canonically) likes apples, Yuma will bring him some after plucking.

Kanato enjoys tea time with Reiji

Kanato also likes to gossip with Laito. Or more like: Laito gossips and Kanato sits next to him and munches on some sweets.

Huge crush on Azusa. (I went into more detail on that in earlier posts but I'll answer any questions on that matter! Feel free to send me asks or prompts!)

He and Ayato have both the same interest for old fairy tales and will read them together on those nights were everything just comes up again

❗Laito will comfort him when Kanato has nightmares and Kanato will be there for Laito, since they went through a bit if the same things even though Laito's was much more intense

Cuddle time with Shu

Quiet time with Subaru

Now Laito!

Can speak a fuckton of languages.

I don't care if its canon but Laito is like B2 Level of French. Is able to discuss theological matters is perfect french.

Can also speak italian like all the triplets but he's also able to speak a bit german, polish and romanian

Friends with Kou! ❗They're really good ffriends and can understand what the other went though. Laito stays often over night at Kou's and they spend the night watching funny movies (Deadpool is Laitos current favourite)

Laito enjoys comics. He likes Marvel and DC a lot!

We know that Laito likes crossword puzzles but like. He's so good at them it's almost frightening. Is able to not only do japanese ones but also french.

So intelligent???

Not only booksmart but also "people smart". He notices the smallest things on people around him, constantly analizes everyone. Knows a lot about medicine and psychology.

Loves learning new things.

Has immense knowledge about the universe, is able to name every single star sign on the sky.

in the games we often see Laito wear casual clothing. My headcanon is that he likes the sort of style skaters usually wear.

Really likes cargo pants since everything fits in all of the pockets

Wears oversized hoodies and shirts

Has those two piercings on his left earlobe but also has a lip piercing on the right lower lip and a septum that he got when he was bored

As soon as he's alone, he let's the perverted fassade fall down. He doesn't smile a lot actually, more along the lines of a serious face most of the time.

It took a bit for him to be able to drop that fake face of his in front of Kou and his other triplets but after some time he got used to not fake being friendly and perverted.

Dropped the infamous "bitch-chan" after some time, now uses Yui's actual name. The -chan stayed though.

Last but not least: Subaru!

has very soft plushies in his coffin

Loves those tiny fluffy bunnies. Lionheads especially!

Very gentle with animals.

Animals love him (#disneyprincesssubaru)

once tried to color his hair, it went horrible and his hair was a patchy muddy color for eight weeks

Wears eyeliner. The black, brush-tip ones

Long eyelashes. They genuinely look fake.

So pretty

Is naturally more fair and frail-looking than some other vampires so he tries to roughen himself up

❗Bruises his knuckles and bites his lips to look more dangerous. Even though the scowl he usually wears is more than enough to ward off anyone who wants to pick a fight...

Also friends with Kou (Kou really collects Sakamakis like pokemons)

Wears black nail polish but it chips off pretty fast due to the gardening Subaru does

Bonding time with Kanato is applying nail polish together

Enjoys playing pool and darts with Shu when his older brother has enough motivation

Knows he is fucked up from all the stuff with his mother and wouldn't be opposed to therapy (at least after some sweet talk from Yui... And a whole lot of promises for new seeds for his garden and a new set of black clothes)

Has a motor bike and it's his entire pride

Polishes it every week and has a lot of clothes for biking

Takes trips to somewhere when he's bored and/or annoyed by his other brothers

does not realize that Kou flirts with him every time they do something together (obliviousness lies in the family)

So! That's it? I guess? Sometime in the future I'll write about the Mukamis too, I promise!

If there's anything you'd like me to write about, just send me an ask.

And to whoever reads this: I appreciate the time you took to read my post and I hope you have an amazing day/night !

you are truly appreciated!

[strongheartneteyam]

[ credits of the Neteyam pic go to @cinetrix ]

Champagne Problems 

Part 3

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!human!reader

CW: reader overthinking way too much, trust issues all around, a bunch of angst, interspecies relationship, sexual tension, sexual content, past relationship trauma, commitment issues, reader feeling unlovable, unprotected sex, cowgirl position, exophilia, size kink, creampie, dominant reader, sub neteyam, use of "good boy", slight degradation kink, sex under rain (don't ask lol), territorial and possessive neteyam, neteyam wants to make reader his mate

Hi, my cute readers <3 I haven't posted an actual full smut in a good while lol Took me some time to write this chapter, ngl, but I kinda like the result. I always fantasized about dominating Neteyam so, today I HAD to finally write my fantasies down lol if y'all like the way I write dominant reader x sub neteyam, I can maybe write more smuts like this in the future. Lemme know what you think in the comments. It always makes me happy to read your words of love and encouragement. I love every single one of you. I don't have much to say now because I'm feeling pretty sad and idk... I just wanted to thank y'all for all the support you give me. You guys are truly precious to me. You'll never know how much. Here's a virtual hug to y'all 🥰

Slightly proofread.

Part 2: I know you're dying to meet me

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I know you wanna slip under my armor

See, everywhere I go I got a million different people trynna hit it

But I'm still alone in my mind

I know you're dying to meet me

But I can just tell you this

Baby, as soon as you meet me

You'll wish that you never did

Alone (Halsey)

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Your heart was beating dangerously fast and you could not speak. Neteyam had a power over you, whether you liked admitting it or not. He had you weak in the knees for him as he kept you imprisoned between his tall, broad body and the big tree behind you.

How was he making you so vulnerable? You hadn't felt like that when it came to guys in so long. You feared what that feeling could mean.

Neteyam knelt on the ground so you could look at him without hurting your neck.

"Sevin tawtute…" (pretty human) "I want you so bad. All of you, syulang…" (flower) "I know you want me too. You came and you're here with me. There's no need to play hard to get anymore." 

Fighting against the rational part of your brain, you let your desire for him take over and moved your hand until it touched his chest, your fingers tracing his mesmerizing stripes that were a shade of blue darker than the rest of his skin.

"That's right, tawtute" Neteyam cooed, his breath faltering, your delicate touch giving him a rush of adrenaline, making him want you even more than he already did "Surrender to me."

You kept your hand on his warm chest and looked up at his face with eyes that were obviously bewitched by him as your mouth hanged slighty open. You could not hide what you felt anymore. Neteyam could tell how much you wanted that too, how much your body was calling for him as much as his body called for yours.

Neteyam looked deep inside your eyes with his big golden ones and grabbed you roughly by the waist, his huge hands squeezing you tight. His gaze never left yours. Neteyam kept your bodies together by holding you firmly against him. You felt like the air in your lungs was slipping away. You got even more breathless when he rubbed his hard cock against your pussy, making you give out a breathy, low moan.

His cock was still covered by his loincloth but you could feel it really well as he pressed it over your entrance. The thin fabric didn't do much to conceal his need. God, was he big…. Big is not even the word for it. And thick too. Your juices were leaving you all sticky between the legs.

It started raining. You had always loved when it rained while you were at the beach back on Earth and it was not different here on Pandora. You loved to go inside the Metkayina sea and feel water all around you, coming from below and above. 

It was cold now. You wanted Neteyam's warmth but didn't wanna ask for it. You were cold and his huge na'vi body would help you get warm.

Maybe it wouldn't be that bad if you gave in to him. You were already there, in front of his hammock. You came to meet him, right? So you might as well give him what he wants. Sex. Isn't that what all guys want? The only thing they want? To fuck you and then leave you alone crying, if you're foolish enough to fall for them? At least that's how it had been for you all your life. You weren't even sure if you still believed somebody could ever fall in love with you. Or fall in love and stay. You didn't know. You were shivering with the cool water falling over your skin, giving you goosebumps and it was hard to think straight.

"You're cold, yawntutsyìp." Neteyam looked worried "Come. Let's lay on my hammock together and I'll keep you warm."

You thought twice before accepting it. But you ended up giving in and letting him take you by the hand and lead you to his huge hammock. You looked at it and realized how humongous it was compared to the hammocks that were made for humans. There were some back in the laboratory. 

When the both of you stopped in front of his hammock, you took a good look at Neteyam's body. It was now even sexier with the drops of rain rolling down his toned chest and abdomen. You watched as the droplets fell through his thick thighs too. You had to admit he was fucking hot and you truly understood why he was so popular with girls. But that could also mean he was full of himself. You didn't know him well, you two had seen each other many times before but only from some distance. Neteyam had never talked to you before that night, even though you had noticed him looking at you many times when you had to go do some scientific researches on his tribe and he was around with his siblings. You never paid that much attention to it, though. You were used to guys looking at you. Not to be cocky or anything but you had been called "pretty" all your life and you knew you were attractive to many guys out there. Neteyam was just one of them, even if he stood out among the other na'vi for his uncommon beauty and you did, yes, feel drawn to him.

You watched Neteyam laying down on his hammock, his thick, fleshy thighs spreading over its surface. The stripes all over his thighs caught your attention again. You didn't understand why but you felt extremely attracted to his stripes. They made him exotic, different from what you're used to, unique… Looking at his beautiful dark blue stripes made you wanna bite his thighs.

You looked at him, still nervous but soon enough you gave in and laid next to him, by his side, your body pressing against his. Neteyam rapidly put his arm around your shoulders and, as his arms were huge compared to the ones of a human, his arm covered all of your torso too. You felt a little less cold now.

"You're so tense, tawtute. Relax, hm? Here, lemme make it better." 

Neteyam took your face inside his huge hand, its warmth spreading all over your cheek as he got his mouth close to yours and softly kissed your lips. He took your lips inside his mouth slowly but eagerly and you felt pleasure creeping in all over your pussy. You finally started relaxing and a moan escaped your lips when his tongue touched yours and massaged it softly, over and over. Neteyam took that as a green flag that meant he could be bolder now.

He started to hike up your light violet dress that was soaked by the rain, exposing your thighs to him. Neteyam ran his hand up and down your left thigh "Hmm, tawtute… You're so fucking perfect. Damn, I can't believe you're here in my arms."

"Neteyam?" You said, out of breath

"Yeah?" His eyes were still fixated on your thighs 

"Can I try something?"

"What do you mean?" Neteyam questioned

"I wanna dominate you, Neteyam. I wanna ride your cock." Your eyes were now seductive as you stared at him, your expression serious but alluring

Neteyam was caught by surprise. He did not expect you to say those words. But it did not mean he didn't like hearing them.

"Ah, baby… That's how I wanna see you. I wanna see you showing me your wild side. Wanna see my tawtute let go of her worries and just enjoy this night with me." a smile full of satisfaction adorned his beautiful full lips

You knew that meant he wanted to be dominated by you. 

As you started taking your dress off, Neteyam's eyes were glued on your body. He wanted to feel every inch of you. He was in love with every single part of your body.

Neteyam watched you slid your panties down your legs and sit on top of him. You started rubbing your soaking wet pussy on his hard cock, still covered by his loincloth, and he whimpered at the friction. You didn't care about your worries anymore. All you wanted was to feel that huge, delicious cock inside of you.

"You're gonna have to take this off for me. I have no idea how to take your loincloth off. Seems complicated to put on." Your fingers grabbed the string of his loincloth and you were smiling and looking at him

He smiled widely, a dirty look on his face "That shouldn't be a problem. Give me a second, syulang."

Neteyam took his loincloth off with ease as he was more than used to putting it on and taking it off every single day. You thought the way he did that was so fucking enticing. Damn, every single thing that alien boy did was attractive in your eyes.

Once his cock was out and it moved back, towards his abdomen, you felt something primal coming over you. You wasted no time. In a second you were already on top of him, taking his big blue cock inside your small hand and burying it inside of you. Neteyam groaned when he felt your gummy, wet walls squeezing his girthy cock.

"Hmmghh…" You couldn't help but moan because of his size

"I know, tawtute… You feel so fucking good too…" He mewled

Neteyam's cock was so big it reached the tip of your womb every time you rode him. It hurt you but it felt so insanely good at the same time. You knew your pussy would feel bruised and used the next morning but you wanted that. You wanted to spend the whole day being reminded of how Neteyam's huge cock had been deep inside of you.

You could not stop grinding on him. You loved knowing he was so desired by so many girls but tonight he was only yours. That made you feel hot since you knew you were pretty enough to not only get his attention but to make him spend all that time back in the party trying to get you. And he did. He got you good.

Neteyam cupped both your breasts and squeezed them gently

"So fucking soft, oeyä tawtute…" (my human) "Just like I thought they would be."

You put your hands over his four finger hands and kept them there while you kept moving your hips, riding him like that cock was all you ever needed in your life. Your eyes were closed, as your chin was up and your mouth hanged open, pleasure driving you crazy.

"You don't know how hot you look riding me like this with the rain falling over your skin, your hair all wet… Eywa… I'll make you mine, tawtute. I won't let you be with anyone else ever again."

Neteyam's territorial side was showing itself, he felt possessive over you just like you were his mate already. And that's exactly what he wanted you to be. Neteyam wanted to make you his forever. He wanted to own your body and your soul, to own all of you.

Neteyam's desire for you drove him wild. You could see his animalistic side taking over him. And you loved it. You fucking loved it so much. It made your pussy clench around his cock.

"Yeah? You like how I ride this big cock, Neteyam? Did any na'vi girl ever ride you as well as I do?" You kept moving your hips and rubbing your pussy on him simultaneously. It gave you an enormous amount of pleasure since you were stimulating your clit at the same time you were feeling his cock inside of you.

"No, tawtute. You're better than any na'vi girl." He cried in pleasure "I only want your ‘ekxin little pussy from now on." (tight) "Only want you."

You grinned, devilish, and put your hand on his large neck "Who's my good boy?"

Neteyam's eyes were closed and his lips were parted as he was completely taken over by the way you were dominating him. Nobody had ever done that before, it was a new territory to him. He was used to dominating all the na'vi girls he had ever had sex with.

"I am. I am your good boy, yawne."

Damn, you got Neteyam calling you "yawne".

You chuckled "Yeah, you are, pretty boy. You're so good for me."

Riding his huge, thick cock felt like fucking Paradise. You were overcome with sheer lust. Neteyam wasn't the only one who was feeling animalistic. Humans were animals just like the na'vi and at that moment you were following your deepest instincts. You felt like a bitch in heat, all for him.

"Oh, oeyä tawtute… I'm gonna cum. Wanna cum inside your pretty, ‘ekxin pussy."

"Then cum for me, my needy, cocky boy. You're so fucking cocky but you're nothing when you're vulnerable like this under me." You laughed lowly, feeling proud of yourself for making such a mess out of that pretty alien boy

Neteyam came hard inside your pussy, a big load of his thick, warm seed painting your inner walls. It felt so good. Having his cum inside your pussy, feeling a little bit of it leaking out of your entrance because of how much he came… Fuck... your pussy started clenching around him again.

You watched as Neteyam breathed heavily under you, his chest quickly going up and down.

You didn't notice when it had happened but the rain had stopped falling.

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Taglist:

@iman-lu

@leaveitbythewave

@neteluvr (you still haven't answered my comment asking if you wanted to be tagged but since u seemed to love the first chapter... teehee 💕)

@layla2-49 (you left a comment on the first chapter 💗)

@jakesullyfatjuicypeen (you left lovely comments on the first chapter haha 💖)

@yeosxxx