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mercurial-chuckles · 7 months ago

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Steve Rogers x reader??

HIS FIORE - PART 4 (Final)

Summary: Steve smexy Rogers moves into the neighborhood, and one evening, he catches you sneaking into the building opposite his through the fire escape. He watches curiously, slightly amused and, quite frankly, amazed by you. Guess what he does next? He writes a note, signs it with his middle name, Grant, and slips it under your door. How will you discover that Grant is none other than Captain America? Series Warnings: Language | Eventual smut | Mature content (minors DNI) | Steve's naughty thoughts | Steve in-love Rogers | Steve possessive jealous Rogers | Drunk Steve (adorable, hot mess) | Neighbors | Secret identity | Steve watching the reader from a distance (slightly stalker-ish…ish) | No Peggy in my canon divergent universe | A smidge of angst | Overloaded fluff | Happy happy ending

A/N: Finally finished writing this! Originally, I wrote two parts as connected prompts for Steve Rogers Bingo Round 3, but I've decided to revamp the entire piece. Also, I'm going to try sticking to a schedule--wish me luck! 😉 Banner credits: Me | Photo credits: The internet | Divider credits: @buck-star (Sydney, thanks a trillion ❤️) This part is also an entry to SMUT-BER FEST! Thank you, Ro, for sending in the ASK. You have no idea how much I appreciate you! Thank you! I'm sorry for the super delay. @ronearoundblindly I hope you enjoy reading it.

Also, Smutty September Fest has transgressed into SMUT-BER FEST! Am I complaining? Not at all. So, all my darling hoes, if your muse is musing and you want to submit your story/stories, please feel free to do so. Late submissions are more than welcome! Be wild; have fun!

Note: Do not Steal, Copy or Plagiarize any part of my work! Check out my other works: Masterlist This part is Unedited! I will edit it as soon as I can!

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Indulge Away!

The evening was peaceful until it wasn't.

Jake and Hannah, your friends from college, were in town for a wedding. They surprised you in the afternoon, dropping by your office, and you all but squealed. It had been ages since you saw them. The last time you visited them in Seattle was after they had their second son, Erik, three years ago.

You had taken the afternoon off. The three of you went to grab lunch, and you invited them over to your place, where you talked for hours, reminiscing about the good old days. When you first met Jake and Hannah, it was in sophomore year of Material Science class. You three teamed up for a project. They had been dating each other since the first year of college. You three became quick friends and often kept in touch. They invited you to their wedding, which was right after graduation. They've been happily married for nearly a decade and have two wonderful boys.

As the evening settled in, you asked to cook dinner, but they disagreed, wishing to go out. You had suggested the Italian restaurant down on Benton Ave. You often order takeouts from there, and the food was quite delicious. Hannah asked you to join them, but you politely declined knowing they could spend some alone time in the city without the kids.

Jake called in to reserve a table for them earlier when you said they were usually busy on Fridays, and they were getting ready to leave when you heard the loud, insistent knock at the door.

You frowned, casting a glance at the time. It was too early for Steve to return. He said he had training going on.

The knock came again, more aggressive this time. You rushed over to the door, pulling it open slowly.

Steve stood there in his tight blue undershirt and khakis. His usual immaculate appearance was slightly messy. His short hair was tousled, and his face was flushed like he had just run a marathon. Knowing him, he might have.

You gulped.

Panic sparked in you as you quickly glanced over your shoulder, spotting Jake adjust the small duffel bag while Hannah was in the restroom. Without hesitation, you stepped forward and tried to edge the door shut, shielding Steve from view.

It was just to protect him, his identity. If Jake or Hannah caught even a glimpse of Captain America standing at your door, it would mean a lot of explanation and complications for him.

Steve frowned at you, leaning closer with one hand on the wall beside you; he framed you in the small space. He smelled so good. You instinctively inched back, trying to shield yourself from the overwhelming effect his presence had on your senses.

You looked up at him. "Steve," you started. "Not the right time, I have…"

But he cut you off abruptly, scoffing. "Yeah, I know." His voice was louder than usual, slightly slurred. He jabbed his long, pointed finger behind you. "There was... a guy," he gritted, "On your... your balcony."

That was when you saw the hazy look in his eyes.

"Are you okay? You look…drunk," you subtly sniffed him, he wasn't reeking of alcohol. And you also knew he couldn't get drunk. Confused, you stared at him to say something.

Oh, fuck. Did Captain America do drugs? Were there… super-soldier serum-resistant drugs?

"Everything okay there?" Jake's voice called out, and before you could respond, Steve was pushing the door open to your living room.

You stood motionless, appalled.

What the hell was Steve doing?

"Jake, have you seen this bookshelf? We…" Hannah's voice trailed off as she suddenly stopped in her tracks and took in the scene.

Panic surged in your chest.

Damage control. Damage control.

If Jake and Hannah were as oblivious as Terry, you could tell them Steve was your gym instructor who lived next door. Yeah, that might work. You squared your shoulders, preparing to sell the lie with all the confidence you could muster.

Thud.

"Holy shit!" Hannah low-key squeaked, her phone slipping from her hands and hitting the carpeted floor.

You winced. Well, so much for that beautiful plan. Now you couldn't sell the idea that Steve was your non-existent gym instructor. It seemed not everyone was as oblivious as you or Terry. Good for them. Not so good for you, though.

But again, it was Steve's fault. Who were you kidding? Those muscles and that that face without those glasses, or a hat would be a dead giveaway any day.

You stood by the door, racking your brain to deal with the situation better, more effectively, while Steve stood pressed by your side now, sending heat through your entire body.

"No fucking way. You are…" Jake started, amazed, and you thought of Steve's potential reaction. You expected he would give them a shy, friendly smile, scratching his neck, entirely too modest, and saying, 'Hi, Steven Grant Rogers.' Or something along those lines.

But your mind couldn't comprehend Steve taking two long strides toward Jake, towering over the 5'11" man, pinning him down with a stare, and rasping, "Captain America. I live next door."

You gaped. Something was terribly, terribly wrong. Oh, he just kept digging the hole deeper. You slapped a palm over your eyes, and shook your head, confused and shocked.

"Holy shit," Hannah repeated, amazed.

"Umm…right…yeah," you chuckled awkwardly, taking a step closer, leaning onto the small cabinet by the main door for some support.

"Steve," you started, clearing your throat, deciding to introduce your two flabbergasted friends now that he gave a dramatic, albeit arrogant, introduction. "This is Jake and his wife, Hannah, they are my college friends," you managed to say with much more semblance of control than you expected.

"Ah…wow…umm…hey there, Steve…Captain, it's an honor," Jake sputtered. Hannah stood there shell-shocked.

Steve tilted his head and looked at you, the frown transforming into confusion. Then, his eyes widened in slow motion. "Oh." He opened his mouth to say something, one hand on his hip, while he pointed a finger at you and then at Jake and moved to Hannah.

"Right…" he let out a garbled chuckle that sounded more like a snort. Steve cleared his throat, scratching above his eyebrow, and then licked his lips. You could see the pink coating his cheek.

"'S great to meet you," he muttered, nodding at Jake and Hannah.

You looked at Steve, confused. You haven't seen this side of Steve, not in the few months of knowing him as Grant, your note-sharing next-door neighbor, nor after he revealed himself.

What followed was absolute pin-drop silence and a lot of staring.

"I...uh, yeah," you started, breaking the silence, flustered, trying to keep your composure.

Jake, bless him, quickly gathered his composure and Hannah's hand and picked up the duffel bag and the fallen phone, "Yeah, we should get going. We have the…" he frowned, staring outside, most likely racking his brain for a word.

"Yeah, the reservation," you helped, your own stomach flipping uneasily. Jake nodded, grateful for the input.

And when they were at the door, you followed them outside, leaving Steve standing in your living room. When they looked at you, shocked out of wits. "I'll explain later," you pleaded, feeling a headache forming. "Please just keep it confidential," you requested.

After quick hugs, you bid bye and walked back to your living room to deal with the Captain fine-ass America, no, scratch that. It was Captain fine-ass-most-likely-high America alright.

Steve stood, hands both on his hips, rigidly jutting out all the muscles and veins, and your brain tremored in frustration for more than one reason.

You strode towards him, confused.

"Are you drunk? Did you do drugs? I thought you couldn't get high," you blabbered at him.

"I am," he chuckled, solemnly nodding and grinning at you charmingly. "Asgardian Mead, Thor gifted."

Thor? Oh, the burly godman Thor?

"Thor? As in God of Thunder?" you asked, keeping your thirsty description to yourself.

"Yeah, got real high real fast, 's good stuff," Steve shrugged, and you could see him sway on his legs momentarily, "I think I should sit down," he told you, and before you knew it, he was on the floor, his back to the couch.

"Oh, fuck! Are you ok?" you gasped, kneeling before him. He shifted his large form and tried to straighten up, one leg spreading beside you while he folded his other leg, and he leaned forward, grasping your right hand in his large one and caressing the inside of your palm with his thumb. You choked on your breath at the pleasure shooting down your spine.

He nodded thoughtfully. When he looked up at you from under those perfect, down-right criminal, long eyelashes, not breaking his gaze, you felt your insides churn.

No. No. Distance. You need distance.

"I'll get you some water," you told him, breaking the silence. He blinked, letting your hand go reluctantly.

You took a moment to yourself as you scrambled away to fill the empty bottle. You could feel his sharp gaze scorching your form.

The past few days had been great. Spending time with Steve felt wholesome, and you really had come close, and this time, it wasn't merely through notes. You both spent insurmountable time together, cooking, eating and talking, lots and lots of talking.

Though you'd been trying to get a grip on your feelings for him, things were much simpler to handle when your mind was not buffering or your heart racing out of your chest. While your heart did its thing, spending more time with him had your mind in better control. You were finally able to grasp that Captain America, the living legend, was a simple man who was too sassy and stubborn for his own good. And he was willingly spending time with you. And that he was a sinfully gorgeous, walking green flag of a man.

Now that very man was sitting on your living room floor, likely out of his rocker, and high on burly man's mead.

When a few drops of water spilled on you, overflowing from the water, you shut off the valve and walked back to him, handing him the bottle. He eyed the bottle briefly before taking it and gulping down a few sips.

"What's going on?" you asked.

He looked up at you with a shy almost guilty-looking grin and pulled you closer, his grip firm on your forearm, and you landed ungracefully half on him and half on the floor, and despite his state, he steadied you.

Dear mother of sweet Duckburg! Those thighs felt rigid.

"Steve," you squealed, pushing yourself off him and moving away hastily, but his grip on you was unwavering. So, you settled for sitting closer and not straddling on his lap.

Even though he was sitting on the floor, slouched against the couch, and you knelt before him, Steve's broad frame still towered over you. The mere size difference was sending your mind unholy signals.

Nope. Don't go there. Don't you fucking go there!

"What the hell's going on?" You asked again, voicing your desperation and frustration.

"I saw him on your balcony. And I didn't... I didn't like it." Steve snickered, throwing a glance towards your balcony.

"Wh…what?"

"I thought you were going on a date with him," he finally said, more like hissed.

"You got drunk on some Thunder god's mead because you thought I was going on a date?" you asked, incredulous.

Steve winced, shutting his eyes and nodded.

Your breath hitched. An overwhelming warmth bloomed in your chest, making you gulp, leaning more of your weight on one arm that was not held in a super soldier grip.

"Steve..." You didn't know what to say, your mind reeling. You pulled your hand free, and thankfully, he let you.

"I heard him talking about dinner reservations. I thought…" He trailed off, staring at the floor. "When I heard... I heard him," he muttered again, "And I thought, 'Why isn't it me?'"

You froze. "What?"

"I wanted it to be me," Steve bit out angrily, his sharp jaw clenching as his gaze turned distant. A hint of sadness lingered in his half-lidded blue eyes. Your heart skipped a beat.

Why was your rational brain not working? Oh, for god's sake, this was not Quantum Gravity. Steve was hinting at being jealous. He liked you, right?

You felt butterflies swarming your entire body. Warm, hungry butterflies, heating you up.

You scoffed at the absurdity of the situation. "Why?" You asked though you were grasping the why. "You're not making any sense," you said, trying to dismiss it as drunken rambling, but your heart wasn't listening.

No. Don't say it, Steve. No.

"I like you, like a whole lot," he murmured, pushing himself off the back of the couch and leaning closer to you. The heat of his breath on your cheek, his intoxicating smell captured your senses and pushed them into overdrive.

"No, 'S not true…" he whispered, his lips ghosting your cheek. He shook his head, chuckling, making you shudder at the sensation, and you stared at him in confusion.

What's not true? Was he making fun of you? Was this a prank? Your entire face heated up. Steve leaned even closer, his lips grazing your ear, and you bit your lip, your breaths coming out shallow. He cradled your jaw with his large palm and whispered the words you'd thought you'd never hear in any possible reality. "I love you." And he kissed your cheek, gently. The way he set your heart ablaze with that simple touch of his lips on your skin was unbelievable.

"Steve," you whispered, appalled and slightly worried, but he cut you off with a slight shake of his head.

How can you trust any of what he was saying? He was drunk.

You moved out of his grasp, beyond breathless, searching his eyes, your heart racing as you stared at him in disbelief.

"Your happy place…the one you told me about when I had that really bad nightmare. I want to be there with you, just you and me, I want to hold you close while we watch the rain together in our cozy home," he continued softly. Your insides twisted, and you sat there, wide-eyed, clinging to every word he spoke.

"I'll even learn to make the perfect coffee for you," he added with a small, dreamy smile. The vulnerability in his voice tugged painfully at your heart, and your eyes blurred with unshed tears.

"No, stop," you cried, unable to take any of this. What if tomorrow comes, and it will all shatter?

"But… it's the truth, doll. I love you, and I never felt anything like this in my long, painful existence," he said with conviction, wrapping your heart with more of his words.

You shook your head, unable to control your emotions, your tears flowing furiously.

"I'm sorry…I didn't want to make you cry," he soothed, wiping away your angry, helpless tears. His eyes blurred, sighing heavily, exhausted.

"Give me a chance, sweetheart, and I will prove to you how perfect we are."

You were only human, and when a man you had feelings for confessed to you, you couldn't help but break down before him. He gathered you in his arms, pulling you into his lap effortlessly, securely, and held you as you cried into his shoulder.

You didn't dare hug him back; you couldn't because you were scared to hope. Your arms stayed beside you as he soothed you so gently.

No. NO. Don't you dare believe all this? He was not really in his senses right now. What he drank was not even like human alcohol. Maybe it made you see things you didn't want to or say things you didn't intend to.

"You're sleeping this off." You muttered, clambering out of his hold. You cleared your throat, and composed yourself, "We'll talk about this later."

Steve nodded, a frown marring his perfect face. He managed to stand up and got onto your couch with little guidance. He flopped face-first onto it, legs hanging outside, mumbling incoherent words into the cushion.

You stared at the giant man, reeling from the shock of his confession. You stood there for a long moment, bewildered. Gathering some strength, you went to your bedroom and brought the blanket for him. You flung it over him carefully, tucking the blanket.

Eyes shut, Steve reached for your hand and gently grasped your shivering palm into his fist. You awkwardly crouched over him and tried to pull away, but he stubbornly held on. You saw the faint smile on his smushed face on the pillow. Sighing, you settled on the floor before the couch, letting him hold you and consume your thoughts.

"'S nice." He mumbled, getting comfortable and drifted off to sleep, his breathing slow and steady.

You freed your palm from his grip after almost an hour. You picked up the water bottle on the floor and downed it whole. You could use some mead right about now. Maybe not Asgardian, perhaps the human version.

A wave of shock coursed through you as the whole thing came rushing to you. Emotions still running high, you collapsed onto the chair beside the couch.

You felt happiness bubbling in your chest, thrashing in waves as your mind processed. You thought he was just being a good friend, but could you hope; hope that what he said was all true? If you were being honest, you knew how you felt. He was everything you ever wanted. Could you love him wholly? Captain America…Grant…Steve?

You had been trying so damn hard to make sense of your feelings, hoping, praying, that they would become a simple celebrity crush after he revealed he was Captain America. Denying the feelings was easier to save yourself from heartbreak, but now he throws this whole thing at you.

Maybe it was your fault. When he pushed that note underneath your door the first time, you should have knocked on his door instead of grinning like a fool and weaving into starting the whole note-sharing.

You looked at his sleepy form, his lips slightly parted as he slept peacefully, completely erasing peace from your life. You wanted to smack his stupidly perfect face.

A small smile tugged at your lips as you adjusted the blanket over him, which slipped off when he moved around.

"I'll be here in the morning," you whispered softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead.

And for the first time that night, when you laid your head on the pillow, as chaotic as it was, you allowed yourself to hope.

Steve woke up with a pounding headache. He hadn't been this drunk in a lifetime. It took him a few minutes to open his eyes, and he groaned in pain, sitting up on the soft couch. Not just soft, it smelled like you, soothing his senses a bit. Why did it smell like you in his apartment? Why did he smell like you? He wondered, dazed, and then he looked at the blanket.

He frantically looked around, confused, and the memories of the previous night came thrashing, jumbled.

Steve winced in disdain as he remembered the guy, the mead. Then…

"Son of a bitch," he paled as things shuffled in his head from last night, he confessed to you, and a small memory vividly stood out in his mind: "We'll talk about this later." You said with a tear-stricken face.

Shit. What had he done? He'd ruined it. Didn't he? Of course, she doesn't feel the same, he thought bitterly. Why can't he seem to understand the definition of patience with you?

His gut twisted with guilt, embarrassment, and anger at himself, at his lack of control. You were asleep in your room. He hastily got up, held the blanket close to him one last time, and left before you could see him.

The frustration of it all formed a storm in his chest.

When you woke up, Steve was long gone, and all you found was a perfectly folded blanket and a note:

Thank you for letting me stay. I'll see you around. – Steve.

And your heart did break reading the note. Of course, he didn't mean what he said. It was just the mead talking. You felt stupid for hoping.

For the first time ever, you despised the weekend. You couldn't simply face him or his presence, even if it was separated by a wall.

So, you did the only thing you could think of, get out and stay out as long as possible. You roamed through the city, weaving in and out of touristy spots, hoping for the noise of the crowd to temporarily drown out the tumultuous thoughts.

You checked your phone now and then, half-expecting it to ping with a message from Steve. Maybe he had an important mission or something that needed his attention, which would delay the inevitable conversation.

But the phone remained silent. No text. No call.

You wandered through the streets, walking aimlessly, letting the hum of the city distract you from the ache inside. But eventually, the noise inside you won, and the crowd wasn't helping you anymore.

When you finally parked your car in front of the building at 12:30 am, to your utter shock, you found Steve trudging up the steps to the apartment entrance. His body was stiff, and you could see the bruises and the blood. Your gaze caught his, and your eyes widened in shock. He seemed to not expect to see you.

And he was hurt badly. Shit. He was really on a mission.

"Steve?" you called, hurrying out of your car, forgetting about the whole ordeal while all you could think about was him being hurt. You briskly crossed the small road, calling out his name, but he didn't stop walking.

"Steve, wait!"

But hurt Steve Rogers was faster than you as you saw the elevator display show 5 by the time you reached the elevator doors.

"Why the hell are these so fast?" You muttered, the irony of your statement not lost on you. Just a few days ago, you cursed the same elevator for being too slow. You pressed the button again and again and again, annoyed at the elevator and him.

Once you reached your floor, you didn't hesitate to march to his apartment, heart pounding. You didn't know if it was frustration, concern, or a mix that fueled your actions.

You were just living your simple life before he decided to wreck it. You were doing just fine, dealing with your affection for him before he confessed.

His face was a blend of exhaustion and irritation when he opened the door after your incessant knocking.

He stood in his white undershirt, bloodied and bruised, and your heart tugged with concern.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice clipped.

You blinked, momentarily thrown off. "I…what? You're hurt, for one. Why the hell are you not at the hospital?"

He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. "I'm fine." Then, in a quiet voice, he whispered, "Why do you care, neighbor?" His petulance was gnawing at your nerves, irking you and the question struck you harder than you expected, and your breath hitched.

"Steve," you said, your voice barely audible. "You are hurt." You stared at him, bewildered and angry.

He was hurt. How could he expect you not to?

Something shifted in his expression, exhaustion, maybe. Whatever it was, it broke the dam between you, and the words you'd been waiting to say spilled out.

"What is wrong with you?" you snapped, throwing your hands up.

Fuck him and his attitude.

"You come to my apartment, drunk on some stupid mead, confess your feelings, leave me with a cryptic note, and then fucking vanish for the whole day! Do you not remember anything, neighbor?"

Steve's brows furrowed his expression hard. "Of course, I remember," he shot back. "I poured my damn heart out, made you cry, and it…it hurts."

The sheer audacity made your jaw drop. Your breath hitched. What? Your frown deepened, and the anger consumed you more.

Pointing a finger at him, "Hurts?” Your voice rose, incredulous. "Captain Rogers, you were drunk off your ass! You scared both my friends half to death, confessed out of nowhere, and then you expect me to what? Tell you how much I love you? I waited, Steve! I waited for you to come to your senses so we could talk like fucking adults!" you gritted the words out, feeling satisfied to throw it all on his face.

He stared at you, his confusion palpable, but his tone stayed defensive. "Wait a second! You were the one who said, 'We'll talk later,' like it didn't mean a damn thing!"

"That's because you were fucking out of it, slurring your words!" you yelled back, your face heating, neck straining to have to look up.

The two of you stood there, breathless, glaring at each other until realization struck Steve like a bolt. His posture stiffened, his blue eyes widening as if seeing the entire situation in a new light.

"Hold on a damn second," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose, his voice quieter but no less intense. "You don't hate me?"

"What?" you exclaimed, exasperation lacing your voice. "Where did you even get that from? And, why else would I be here, chasing you down after you practically ghosted me if I hated your dumbass?"

"And... you just said you…" His words faltered as his gaze locked onto yours.

The silence fell between you. You blinked, realization hitting you with equal force.

I poured my heart to you, and you dismissed me! Steve's words came like lightning.

"Oh, God," you murmured, your face flaming. "So, you do umm...whatever you said, you meant it?" You asked.

Steve froze, his eyes wide, but then his face softened into the most breathtaking grin you'd ever seen.

The tension broke like a snapped string, and Steve let out a low, almost disbelieving laugh, dragging a hand through his hair. "I thought you didn't feel the same," he muttered, his voice thick.

You stared at him, the sheer misunderstanding making you want to scream. "And I thought you regretted it!"

He stepped closer, "The only thing I regret," he murmured, his eyes burning into yours, "Is touching that damn Asgardian mead. I swear I'm never going near that stuff again."

A soft laugh bubbled out of you without volition. He wrapped an arm around your waist, hissing, and your focus shifted to his bruises. "Steve…" you sighed, heart racing while you felt a huge weight lift off of you.

His lips curved into a soft, tender smile as he leaned in, resting his forehead gently against yours, careful to avoid the gash on the left side of his face. His voice was low, filled with warmth. "For the record, I don't remember everything I said to you last night, but drunk or not... I love you."

Your breath hitched, but your hands found their way to his chest, clutching the fabric of his shirt. "Damnit, Steve!" you grumbled softly, affectionately, tears blurring your eyes.

His grin turned boyish as he pulled you into his living room before shutting the door just as the distant sound of Mrs. Reindell's door squeaked open.

Before he could take another step towards you, you pointed to the couch with a stern look. "We'll talk, but first, sit there. You're bleeding."

Steve raised a brow at your tone, his lips twitching in amusement, but he complied, sinking onto the couch. You noticed the tension on his shoulders and how his body sagged as if he was barely holding himself together.

"Where's your first aid kit?" you asked, scanning the room.

"I'll get it," he offered, starting to rise.

"Oh, no, you don't," you interrupted, placing a hand on his shoulder and pushing him back down. "Sit your ass down and stay. Now tell me where it is."

He chuckled lowly, clearly enjoying your bossiness far too much. "Third shelf, left side, linen closet."

You gave him one more warning look before heading down the hall. His apartment was neat. Too neat. Everything had its place, down to the neatly folded towels in the linen closet. You grabbed the first aid kit and returned, noticing Steve watching you with an amused expression.

"What's so funny?" you asked, settling on the coffee table and setting the kit beside you. "Nothing," he said, leaning back against the couch, that maddening little smile still in place.

You chuckled, pulling out antiseptic wipes and gauze. "Take your shirt off. I need to see the damage." Steve didn't say a word except for the slight tilt of his lips. You froze for half a second before narrowing your eyes.

He grinned but obeyed, pulling his shirt over his head with ease. As much as you'd steeled yourself, the sight of him shirtless hit you like a truck. Muscles corded his chest and arms, marred only by the bruises and scrapes from wherever he got those from. You bit your lip without thinking, but when his gaze flicked to your face, you quickly composed yourself, focusing on the task.

Steve was enjoying this far too much.

"What happened?" You started cleaning the wound on his chest, and then the gash on his face, your touch gentle.

He tilted his head to give you better access, his lips quirking into a soft smile. "Hazard of the job."

"Doesn't mean you shouldn't care for yourself. Why are you not at the hospital? Does your insurance not cover tomfoolery?" you muttered, moving to inspect his arms.

"Smartass," Steve chuckled, shaking his head. You giggled.

"You're really not denying the lack of tomfoolery then?" You pointed, your fingers brushed over the bruises as you worked, but just as you went to recheck one of the wounds you'd cleaned, you realized it was already healing.

You blinked, looking up at him in surprise. Steve shrugged, his smile turning a little sheepish. "Serum."

You frowned, "That doesn't discount you for not taking care of yourself, Steve," you retorted, shaking your head.

"Is it hurting anywhere else?" you asked, your eyes scanning him for more injuries. It was both strange and fascinating to watch the cuts and bruises fade before your eyes, his enhanced healing working its magic. Steve shook his head, silently watching with that intense look.

You packed up the first aid kit and stood to return it to its place, and Steve followed close behind you, his presence warm and steady.

You paused, your hand resting on the linen closet door as you put away the kit.

When you turned, he stood so close, his expression unreadable, yet his eyes burned you, waiting. For a moment, neither of you moved, the air between you thick with tension.

"I do love you if that didn't register in your super soldier brain," you said with a small smile.

Steve looked away, shaking his head. "You drive me crazy," he rasped, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. His bare chest rose and fell in heavy breaths. He shut his eyes, and the way his jaw ticked told you he was restraining.

Your own heart picked up.

When his eyes finally met yours, their heat was enough to steal the air from your lungs. It wasn't just a look; it was seeking permission and a promise, and you realized you'd gladly surrender to him.

He closed the distance in a single stride, crowding you against the wall beside the closet door. The solid surface met your back as his left hand planted firmly above your head.

He leaned in, his movements deliberate and intense, the tip of his nose grazing the side of your cheek. The contact was featherlight, but it sent a shiver down your spine, leaving you trembling beneath him. Your face and ears heated up, and you were sure you were blushing.

His rich and warm scent enveloped you, anchoring you to the moment simultaneously unraveling your composure.

Steve moved his right hand, his thumb traced your chin, and your lips parted, eyes closing shut. His palm cradled your jaw whole with a tenderness that contrasted with the sheer intensity radiating from him.

"You're so gorgeous, doll," he murmured, the words laced with such honesty you could cry.

Your breath hitched as your eyes met his darkened blues, turbulent and reverent. The weight of his gaze held you captive, your heart pounding in your chest.

Instinctively, you reached out, your hand hovering over the expanse of his chest, avoiding the gradually healing bruises. The heat of his skin radiated against your fingertips, the light dusting of chest hair teasing the expanse of your palm.

He caught your wrist in his larger hand, his grip firm yet gentle. The sheer size of his palm dwarfed your entire forearm, his thumb brushing slow circles over the delicate skin of your wrist, drawing a whimper from you. Then, carefully, he guided your hand to rest fully against his chest, pressing it over his heart.

"Feel that?" he whispered, his voice low and rough, placing a butterfly kiss on your forehead, before tilting his head to rest his forehead against yours. Underneath the warmth of his muscular chest, his heartbeat thundered beneath your palm, erratic and unguarded.

"You do that to me." He murmured, his lips hovered so close to yours that you could feel the warmth of his breath, his words stirring the air between you. Your mouth went dry, and you licked your lips, and his gaze moved to them.

His nose flared as he mimicked you, licking his own lips. Before you could lean in, he was moving. His lips touched yours gently first, and he let out a groan, fueling you with such intensity, burning you with a simple touch.

You really did that to him. That thought unraveled you, and you eagerly moved onto your tiptoes, hands finding purchase in his soft blonde locks. His hands moved to the side of your waist, and he pulled you closer and straightened up, lifting you off the ground, holding you by his one arm wrapped around your waist, and he ran the other hand down the back of your thigh, and you wound your legs around him. Your body pressed into his delectably.

He took your mouth into another kiss, a low rumble reverberating from his chest as he pinned you to the wall, one arm carding through your hair as he held you firm.

"You taste so good," he murmured, breaking the kiss momentarily before kissing you again passionately. Steve's tactile pants couldn't hide his arousal as he hardened against your stomach.

Your pussy fluttered, and you moaned into his mouth, breathless and completely needy, addicted to everything that was him.

The way he nipped your lips and pushed his tongue against you felt unreal. You never had a kiss that good. Never.

Steve pulled apart slightly, allowing you both to breathe. His breath came out in spurts, heating up your skin, and you searched his gaze expectantly, the hazy and happy grin on his face etched in your core memory.

"Steve," you whispered, rubbing your thumb against his lower lip, and he shivered.

"Not done with you," he rasped, his hand lifting you up to keep you at the level to his mouth and he kissed you with more vigor and fuck, you were completely drenched.

You both parted from the kiss again, breathless, and he leaned into your neck, nipping the skin at your throat and your head fell back, arching, giving him access while your legs tightened around him. Steve placed a few wet kisses along the expanse of your neck before adjusting you in his arms, his one hand winding around your back and rubbing the side of your boob while his other hand moved to hold your ass as he squeezed it tightly, surprising you, and you felt his hardness against your clothed pussy.

"Holy shit!" Your cry synced with his loud grunt when he rocked against you. His forehead rested against yours, "Eyes on me," he demanded, and you obeyed.

"Will you let me love you? Every inch of you?" He asked softly, reverently, and when you nodded, reciprocating with a roll of your hips, his jaw clenched, teeth gritting as he thrust against you with a bit more force, and you were reaching your high. Oh, god!

"Words, please," it was really funny how he could be sweet and sinful all at once. "Yes…but don't fucking stop, Steve, I'm so close," you confessed unashamed, unbothered, breath hitching as he rocked you onto him. Your pussy clenched around nothing, and the friction felt just perfect.

"That mouth," he chuckled darkly, lowering his head into the crook of your neck as he nipped your skin. You moaned.

Steve moved up, looking at you for a beat long when he thrusted with a bit more force and saw your lips part, letting out a breathless cry. He groaned, taking your lower lip between his lips and sucking on it gently, and his grip around your ass tightened as he rolled his hips. You felt the heat of his touch, and the pleasure consumed you all at once. You cried out loudly, body arching as you gripped his shoulders.

Steve didn't slow down, though, "God, your smell…" He grunted and sped up, thrusting incessantly. His hands grazed your hardened nipples over your bra and squeezed. Your pussy clenched at the new sensation he was evoking while still dry-humping against you. Not so dry because you were sure you were soaking through your leggings.

His hand moved to cup your ass again, squeezing tightly, and you shivered, succumbing to another orgasm, falling into his arms, whispering, crying his name.

"Fucking perfect…" he cursed, breath hitched as he nipped your jaw and moved to ear. "I love you," he whispered, placing a kiss on your earlobe, his sharp nose caressing down your neck, his mouth placing kisses down the path, and you trembled in his arms.

His hand moved to your tit, and he squeezed gently at first, and when you moaned lewdly, he palmed it with a bit more pressure, repeating the same on the other one.

You had no idea when he carried you to the bedroom and placed you gently on the neatly made bed, and you leaned on your elbows, moving back to make space for him on the Queen bed. He switched on the table lamp by the bed, and that was when you saw the dark blue mark on the lower part of his back that you had missed earlier.

"Steve," you called out in concern. Shit! What were you doing? He was hurt and still healing.

"Wait…" you started, unable to formulate a bloody sentence because you were fucking buzzed from the orgasmic high, and Steve stiffened, his muscles clenched visibly as he turned to you, looking worried.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked you in a soft, concerned voice.

"No…" you smacked yourself. "No…no…no…that was absolutely best," you chuckled. Steve relaxed his stance, moving closer.

Your gaze dropped to his body. "You're hurt, we should…maybe stop… some medicine…" you were cut off. Steve quickly climbed onto the bed, straddling your thighs and taking your lips into another deep, languid kiss, consuming your doubts and thoughts. You let yourself fall back on the mattress, letting your weight settle completely.

Steve broke the kiss to murmur against your lips, "Right now, I need you more than anything else. My bruises will heal soon, I promise," he whispered, leaning down to kiss you again tenderly, and your idea to wait it out evaporated from your brain when his heated kisses sizzled your skin.

"Can I remove these?" he asked, nuzzling your throat, his fingers dipped on the side of your pants just at your hip bone. Steve's touch felt hot on your skin, and not enough; they were so close to your pussy.

"Please," you begged, and you helped him remove your pants along with your panties. And when he dragged them down, you removed your shirt.

When you moved to remove your bra, his hands stopped you, and he turned you onto your stomach before pressing his palm on your back, "So soft," he whispered, moving forward to place a tiny kiss on your shoulder and trying to undo the clasp, but he wasn't able to get it out.

When you looked over your shoulder, watching him struggle, you giggled. The dexterous Captain America was struggling with a bra strap. He rolled his eyes and plucked it again. It tore away to your utter shock, "Sorry," he said, removing the bra and simultaneously turning you onto your back.

"Are you, though?" you asked shyly as he pulled your bra completely,

leaving you completely naked for him. The coolness of the room suddenly hits you, sending goosebumps all over your body. Your nipples hardened even more.

Steve sat back on his knees, straddling your thighs, and he let out a groan lazily, watching every inch of your skin.

"No, I'm not, far from it," he winked, dazed in lustful haze.

Steve splayed his large palm on your upper left thigh and squeezed it, making you clench in need.

"So pretty, like a painting," he whispered, taking your hand and kissing the inside of your palm, and you whimpered as his fingers caressed your wet folds. His thumb circled the nub. "Steve," you cried.

"Yes?" He asked, looking up at you, so fucking innocently, searching.

"Stop teasing," you moaned, earning a whimper from him when your own hand reached down to caress him over his pants. Steve let out a growl, moaning loudly, his head thrown back as he cupped your pussy firmly, and your grip on him tightened involuntarily, and you moaned in delight, your legs wiggling. You moved to sit, effectively pushing him slightly.

"You're overdressed," you said urgently, needy hands moving to his pants.

"Am I?" he chuckled, voice raspy, he moved to hold your tit, squeezing your waist and you moaned.

Steve moved to take your lips in a searing kiss. Quickly moving into a plank position, he efficiently removed his pants without breaking the kiss, discarding his pants with a single hand.

That was pussy flutteringly impressive.

You pulled apart from the kiss and dragged down his boxers, and Steve kicked them away and the sight of him completely naked made you moan, and you trembled beneath him; his sheer strength made you gasp.

Fucking Adonis!

Steve looked at you, expectant and unsure.

"You're so beautiful," you told him in awe, eyes trailing the length of him. He grinned at you happily.

You wanted to touch him, taste him, take him in your mouth, feel him fall apart.

He was girthy, long and beautiful. "Can I?" you asked, and he nodded, slightly shy at the first touch, "Son of a bitch," he cursed falling over you. He quickly steadied himself. Your small hand wrapped near the tip as you pumped, smearing his precum and rubbing it along, and he groaned into your shoulder, sinking his teeth into your skin, not too hard but enough to leave your mind screaming in pleasure.

When you gestured your intentions of getting on your knees, Steve understood, but he shook his head and whispered against your mouth, "Later. I need to feel you, please," he gritted out, and you nodded but didn't stop rubbing him. Steve, however, moved your hand, bringing it back, still holding himself in that plank position.

Fuck, he was so strong. He moved around lithely.

You simply were incapable of saying a word when he rubbed his fingers so delightfully over your folds, evoking pleasure. He pulled your other hand, clutching at the sheet desperately entwined his large fingers with yours, and held it beside your head. He pushed a finger gently, and you cried, voice hitching as he slowly pushed it to his second knuckle. He pumped it inside you, and when you begged him to fill you up, Steve growled.

"So beautiful," he groaned, placing a kiss on your cleavage before kissing the swell of your left boob before he sucked on it.

You waited impatiently as he lined up at your entrance. Steve stilled, though, looking at you with concern. "What's wrong?" you asked. Steve leaned against your forehead, sighing heavily, jaw slightly clenching. "I do not have any protection," he said. It took you a hot moment. Right! Condom.

"Steve…umm… I'm clean, on birth control…if that…I haven't been with anyone in a while if that's…" you felt absolutely stupid blabbering. Quickly composing, you took a deep breath, not focusing on his bare cock against your pussy. You looked up at him, "We don't need to do this now…" but Steve frowned, cutting you off and claiming your lips in a quick kiss.

"No, that's not what I want. If you are okay, I don't mind. I'll pull it out, I promise. I…I haven't been with anyone. My medical is all clear, too," Steve added, his cheeks flushed a little more.

You smiled, nodding, looking up at him.

"Stop me if it's too much," his soft command registered through the haze of desire when he slotted himself at the entrance, pushing the tip inside. Your body went rigid at the feel.

"FUCKING HELL," he yelled, clutching the pillow in a death grip. "You okay?" he managed to say, breathless, the unruly lock of hair falling onto his forehead, making him even more perfect. You nodded, trying to breathe.

"Move…" you mouthed inaudibly, and he pushed a little more. You moved your hands to his pert ass, encouraging him to push in more because, dear god, you were incapable of getting a word out of your mouth.

Thankfully, he was reading every tiny expression on your face, and he rocked a couple of times before fully thrusting inside. He stilled, mouth parted, head thrown back, his eyes shut tightly for a second before he let out a loud groan. Your own eyes pinched close. The sudden intrusion and his mere size felt slightly uncomfortable and overwhelming.

"Too much?" he managed to ask you despite looking like he could rail you onto the mattress. He stilled, waiting.

You took a few steady breaths. "Move," you whispered, and he rocked experimentally a couple of times. And the unease of being so full faded as you clenched around him needily. The pleasant ache in your belly burgeoned, spiraling, building to thrash you into an all-consuming orgasm.

Your head thrashed onto the pillow as you arched, hands moving carefully to clutch his shoulders, avoiding the bruises.

"Sweetheart, can you look at me," he rasped, and your heart tugged at his plea. You mustered your courage and opened your eyes, which were ready to roll into the back of your head. His face contorted in pleasure as his thrusts turned languid, and he leaned down, moving close to your lips.

"Such a good girl," he said, making your breath hitch and your pussy clenched around him tightly. "Nngh fuck," he chuckled.

"Steve," you moaned, winding your hands around him as you pulled him closer. When he searched your eyes with concern, you bit your lip when he stilled.

"I can take it, Captain. You don't have to worry. I'll stop if it's too much. Okay?" you managed to say between heavy breaths. His jaw clenched, his hands moved to the back of your right thigh, tapping, and you wound your legs around him, the angle making you both moan loudly. You tried to twist your foot away from the bruise you remembered on his lower back.

Steve seemed to realize your plight. "Shit, doll, don't worry, just…hold on tight," he grunted, and you did. He moved your wrists above onto the pillow and held them there with his right hand while his left hand moved to fondle your tits.

You moaned when he rolled his hips into you, and he didn't hold back, rutting into you with such force that if he wasn't holding you down, you would have moved up and off the bed.

"Steve…fuck…fuck…," his every thrust hit the spot that had you seeing stars. When he moved his hand away from the tit to your lips, you captured his thumb in your mouth, rolling your tongue and sucking on it, moaning. Steve's breath hitched; his hand tightened on your wrists while he fucked you into the mattress.

The pleasure built inside your tummy, and your lips parted. He moved his finger out of your mouth, and you cried at the sensation.

"Yes, fuck, you're squeezing me so good," he gasped, and your orgasm overtook every fucking sense in your body. Steve's hips stuttered against your hips, and when you looked at him and smiled giddily, he grinned, sitting up on the bed straight and carrying you up with him. You sat in his lap with him still nestled inside you so delectably. The new angle had you clenching on him tightly.

His hands moved to clutch your neck, and he pivoted you closer as he claimed your mouth for another kiss. It was sloppy, rough, and you fucking loved it. You tried to move on his dick, and he moaned into your mouth.

"Perfect for me," he sighed greedily, pulling you in for another kiss and thrusting up into you, and you squealed as he hit your cervix deeper. He stilled, checking on you. "All good," you managed to squeak, and he nodded, thrusting up.

"Fuck fuck fuck… don't stop," you chanted as you felt yourself careen and your orgasm consumed you. His veiny cock dipped into you just right as he moaned lewdly into your ear, not stopping his movement. Steve waited till he saw you blink at him, and just as you came down from your high, he pushed you onto your back, folding your legs at the knees, and pushed them close to your chest and rocked into you. You watched in awe as he flushed red, a sheen of sweat covering his brow, and his beautiful gaze held yours.

"I'm…"

"Let go," you nodded, and his biceps flexed, and he growled your name loudly before he came.

Fuck, that's a lot of cum. Probably a super soldier thing, you thought, moaning in delight as you felt the delicious friction of his cock splaying his cum on your pussy.

He huffed, breathing heavily, his eyes closed, a small smile playing on his lips as he leaned down and placed an open-mouthed kiss, his breath heavy on your mouth. When he came down from his high, he rested his forehead against yours.

"Are you okay?" he asked, blue eyes searching yours, his voice softer, raspier.

You chuckled, the sound light and full of warmth. "Okay is an understatement," you said, grinning.

His lips curved into a smug smile as he kissed your forehead softly.

"And you?" you asked, tilting your head slightly.

"I feel like…" He sighed happily, placing a lingering kiss on your neck. "I've died and gone to heaven," he murmured, then laughed softly, falling onto his back, and pulled you onto him, not bothered by the mess you were both making.

"I love you," he said against your lips, his voice low and reverent.

"I love you," you whispered, the words carrying all the affection you felt for him. He chuckled, his chest vibrating against yours, before capturing your lips in another kiss.

Much later, you both lay cuddled after he helped you clean up. Steve put you in his t-shirt while he was in his boxers. He was still hard as a rock, and you had tried to help him out, but he shook his head, saying he needed to hold you close first, and you needed some rest. As the room grew quieter, he spoke softly. "You know, I was so worried I would mess it up."

"Mess it up?" you asked, your curiosity piqued.

"With you… um, sex…" he said, his voice uncertain.

"Sex?" you repeated, resting your chin upon his bare chest. The lights were off, casting the room into a beautiful cozy ambience.

He looked at you, his arms instinctively pulling you closer. "I… I've never done that before…" he admitted, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

"Sex?" you repeated, sitting up slightly and propping yourself on his chest to look at him. Your brows shot up in surprise, the faint glow of the streetlights illuminating your wide-eyed expression. "Wait, that was your first time?"

He gave you a sheepish shrug. "Uh… yeah," he said, avoiding your gaze.

"As in, after thawing?" you asked curiously. He snorted, clearing his throat and throwing you a deadpan look.

"Oh, god, like ever?" Your stunned squeak came out garbled. "Doll," he groaned, smushing his face in the crook of your neck.

You blinked, processing his words before a smile tugged at your lips.

"Hold on." You gestured dramatically but were not able to say anything.

You couldn't hold back the giggle bubbling up in your chest.

"Oh my God, it's an honor to serve under you, Captain!" you teased, your grin downright wicked now.

"Hey!" he cut you off, his hands flying to your waist as he flipped you onto your back, pinning you beneath him. The sudden movement made you squeal, laughter spilling out of you.

"Keep laughing, and I'll show you just how much of a quick learner I am and am bloody efficient," he said, his voice low and playful, the heat in his eyes making your laughter catch in your throat.

Your giggles subsided into breathless chuckles as you reached up to trace his jawline. "I'm not laughing at you," you said softly, though the smile on your lips remained. "I'm just… shocked. I mean, that was incredible. You were incredible."

He relaxed at your words, leaning down to nuzzle your neck. "I was worried…"

"Oh, I noticed," you teased lightly, earning a groan from him. "But honestly? That just makes it even sweeter. And kind of… hot," you admitted, your voice dropping to a whisper.

"Yeah?" he asked, his lips brushing your collarbone now.

"Yeah," you replied, threading your fingers through his hair. "But, uh, just to clarify…" You smirked. "You're not planning on being a one-hit wonder, are you?"

The laughter that rumbled out of him was low and infectious as he leaned back to look at you, his blue eyes sparkling warmly. "My darling Fiore," he murmured, his voice dripping with mischief. "I can do this all day."

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Cregan's Alphabet (Cregan Stark x Reader)

Summary: Just a quick little smutty alphabet for our favorite northern. Featuring fem!reader and full of my headcanons.

Warnings: Smut. Mature language.

A/N: I promised a 2k character study but I am not too confident yet on writing smut for Cregan. No one asked for this, but I have always wanted to write one. Far more than 2k. Tagging @just-some-random-blogger so you can read my ramblings.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Gentle. Considerate, which it’s more than what I can say for most HOTD men. Cregan is the sort to clean you up and then fall asleep, preferably cuddling you. He is cautious to keep you warm, especially if you aren’t a northern. Will totally use the “sharing body heat” excuse to hold you close.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

About himself, I would say his hands. He is a swordsman, for starters, so they are pretty important to him. Wielding Ice it’s not an easy feat, the sword looked huge, and while I am sure that it takes quite a bit of strength, mobility in the wrists is also essential for sword fighting. Did you know Cregan is likely one of the best swordsmen in the Dance? The Dragonknight himself said he was the finest fighter he had faced, and that was when Aemon was in his prime and Cregan most likely… fifty-something? Sixty?

But we are not here to talk about his abilities with the sword. Well, we are, but not with Ice. Cregan likes his hands because he enjoys what he can do to you with them. Totally the kind to enjoy watching how his fingers dig into your skin, when he is holding you open for him, and how it dwarfs you or how easy it is to pin you down. Most likely, you will have smaller hands than him because the man is huge, and he likes that he can wrap his around yours and how tiny it makes yours look. In my head, Cregan totally has a size kink, and I’ll go into it later.

As for what he likes best about you, the answer is easy: Your mouth. Cregan is a simple man, and northern garb doesn’t quite allow for much to be visible beyond the hands and the face, considering the cold. There is something about a woman’s mouth that is sensuous to him. The way your lips move when you talk, the way they stretch when you smile, or how you nibble on quills when distracted, he loves it. He is a huge fan of making out.

Cregan cannot help but think of how your lips would look, kiss swollen and shining with spit, or kissing a path down his body. How your mouth would look, stretched around his cock, your eyes meeting his. How you would taste afterwards of swallowing his seed. How it would fall open in sweet gasps, as you are overcome by the pleasure he intends to bring you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes the idea of coming inside you, filling you with his seed, but it isn’t as much of a breeding kink thing as you would think. It’s more about marking you up in the most primal way. Cregan wouldn’t be opposed to spilling his seed all over you. He loves smelling or tasting himself on you.

I fear in a society like Westeros, everyone and their mom has a breeding kink. Cregan is no exception, have you seen the amount of children he has in canon? He kept remarrying again and again. He would be happy to see you swollen with his child, the ultimate proof you are his and only his.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has two. Both related. First, Cregan will never voice it (because good old misogyny) but he loves it when you are in charge. He has a thing for fierce women, and you can bet that nothing is sexier to him than you directing him towards exactly where you want him. If you were to push his head towards between your thighs, or push him down to be able to ride him, he would lose his mind.

He likes marking you, but he likes you marking him as well. Cregan is the sort of man that will wear anything you give him with pride, be it a brooch, a ring, or even hickeys. There is just something comforting about you wearing his hickeys or bruises, on leaving you covered in bite marks, on claiming you. Something that tells him you are there to stay, that he can keep you a second longer. Something that is as equally comforting as to see a physical reminder that you want him, and that you are not letting go.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

If we stick to book canon, Cregan is a widower. Arra was his first love, a childhood friend who later got betrothed to him. They had a child, so this man isn't a virgin.

Brothel culture doesn't seem as prevalent in the North as it is in the South (Theon and Robb speak of the brothel in GOT in opposition to King's Landing's brothels. Plural) and Cregan kept remarrying and having children, so I would say he attaches sex and love or at least sex and marriage. He doesn't look like he goes to brothels either, considering how he speaks about duty.

That is a good thing in my eyes. The experience he has, what little of it there is, is with a genuine woman. A whore would praise him and feign pleasure, I doubt Arra would have. So, I think he has only known one woman, but also that they did plenty. He knows what he is doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything that allows for him to look into your eyes. Missionary can be as intense as more creative positions if the person you are with is as intense as Cregan. Picture this. You, laying spread over the furs, his hand holding your nape, fingers cradling your skull. His forehead pressed to yours, chest hair brushing against your chest, as he smothers you slightly with his weight. Bodies intertwined so close that you don’t know where you begin and Cregan ends.

Cregan likes you on top too, as long as both of you are sitting. There is nothing better than watching you take your pleasure from him, hips rolling, hands braced against his shoulders, mouth agape in pained ecstasy. He much prefers it to reverse cowgirl because this way he can see your eyes and hold you close.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Serious. Too much sometimes. The scene with Jace at the Wall made it clear for me, this man is intense. I do not think he makes jokes during sex, but not do I think it kills the mood for him if something funny happens (I. E: Breaking the bed, butting heads when going for a kiss) I think he just ignores it and moves on. He has a lot of gravitas, the sort of man who no one would laugh at, and that helps to prevent him from getting moody if something embarrassing does happen.

His overall approach in life is being serious, so if you are the most precious thing in the world to him, you can bet he will be serious during sex too.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Something I found really curious about him is that he doesn't have a beard. He was clean shaved, unlike other Starks we have met. Some say keeping a beard helps with the cold, even, yet he doesn't have one. Cregan's hair is pretty dark, so if he didn't shave regularly, he would have stubble. That he doesn't have any indicates to me that he takes care in his grooming. I think down there it’s the same. He isn’t clean-shaven, but he keeps things neat.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

If I had to define him in one word: Intense. To me, he has such a presence that I can only picture him as that. He is huge on eye contact and being so close you are practically breathing the same air. He strikes me as touch starved, so I feel it is very important to him to be caressed and touched gently. I doubt many people do that to the Lord of Winterfell, especially considering what happened to his family. Being orphaned and then usurped probably meant he wasn’t exactly getting cuddles. And, canonically, his best friend is a man, which in Westeros means zero touching, and he also married his other friend.

Cregan isn’t much of a talker, but he is definitely the sort to say what he thinks with devastating effect. And that includes telling you just how attractive he finds you, or, if you are his long-term partner, how much he loves you. He isn’t waxing poetry, but it is sort of romantic in a blunt way. For example, if he likes your body, he will simply say so. No euphemisms, no overt praise. Just honesty.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He so does. No one can convince me of the contrary. To say he doesn’t is to be unrealistic. Cregan has a high sex drive, so when he is in a hurry or without you, he masturbates. If he is with you, and you have the time, he prefers sex. To him, sex isn’t a rushed affair, so it makes sense that if he is in the mood and lacking time, he will prefer to jack off. Though he won’t say no if you are offering, Cregan will probably sulk afterwards if he feels he didn’t get enough time to return the favor.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Cregan will not admit it out loud because he feels a bit bad about it, but he gets off on how much stronger or bigger than you he is. And before you go rolling your eyes at me and saying I do not think of my bigger girls, I want you to think about how tall he is and the fact that he wields Ice. He can totally handle a reader who probably has little strength because patriarchy in Westeros, most of us will not be running around with a sword like Arya or Brienne.

As an honorable man, who does his best to uphold his every vow and oath, it’s a bit difficult to reconcile the vow he has made to protect you with what he thinks are thoughts of… less honorable men. He also respects you far too much to actually hurt you. But there is a secret, pleasant coiling in his gut when he steers you with a firm hand on your waist, or when he lifts you on his cock like a ragdoll under the pretense of helping you when your thighs ache from riding him for too long. And the fewer mentions there are about how much he enjoys being able to pin your wrists down when the two of you are play wrestling, the better. It isn’t as if he is misusing it in the bedroom, either, but you will hear about that in a bit….

And his size kink doesn’t stop in our more modern context, either. He has one that goes in the original sense. Cregan is a simple man, as I have stated before. If you tell him you are anxious because you think he won’t fit, he is having a field day. What man doesn’t love to hear that? He would love to see you spread open on his cock, watching as your cunt struggles to take inch after delicious inch, or how dainty your fingers look wrapped around his length.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Cregan strikes me as a private man. He presents a stoic facade to the world, and is probably fearful of being vulnerable. And sex can be a very vulnerable thing, especially since I see him having trouble with not getting attached. He doesn’t do casual in my eyes. For those reasons, I think he prefers places where you can lock the door and not be disturbed for a very long time, especially if Rickon is already in the picture. He also seems responsible enough to not want to traumatize his child.

I think for comfort’s sake, Cregan would say his favorite place is his bedroom. A comfortable mattress, a functional door, and a fireplace seems like a winning combination to him. He is open to doing it somewhere else, like his solar, where the door can also be locked, but it seems a bit rushed to him.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Cregan likes strong women. It is one of the reasons he likes Black Aly, I think. And it takes strength to survive in the North. So any time you display competency, be it because you are some great swordswoman, politician or tactician, hell, even if you are competent in the daily running of Winterfell, he is into it. I picture him standing there, watching in awe at you doing your thing, and thinking of how lucky he is.

I stated before that Cregan likes marking you. If he sees you in his clothes, that man is ravishing you as soon as you get the chance. But if you are the one marking him? Or being a little jealous, like grabbing his arm when a lady looks at him too long? Cregan isn’t waiting for an opportunity or the right moment, he simply throws you over his shoulder and carries you to bed. You have staked your claim, and it's only fair he gets his turn.

And, of course, a staple. Seeing you with Rickon or any other children makes him think of you giving him children of your own. Nothing wrong with the basics, right?

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I am going to say something unpopular. I do not see Cregan as the kind of man who is interested in hurting you. He can be rough with you, if you ask for it, but I do not think choking you to almost unconsciousness will do much for him. Holding you down, yes, hurting you, no. I also don’t picture him as the kind to enjoy dubious consent in a modern sense, though considering the whole marriage in Westeros thing, I do think he would want to “exercise his marital rights” sometimes. Why? Because he kept having children with his wives, so I think the whole heir and spare was important to him. There is an implicit dubious consent there, if he argues it is your duty, but I do not think he would enjoy abusing his power. I mean, do I see him, like, accosting the maids? Hell no. And of course, noncon is totally out. If you said no, it’s a no, and that is the end of it. Unlike other characters in HOTD, he won’t try to convince you or coax you into it. He respects you and your boundaries too much.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers receiving. And it’s totally in love with it. I am sorry, I know it might seem annoying, but it’s on-brand because he is obsessed with your mouth, has a size kink and likes marking. I do not make the rules, it is how it is!

Nothing is more than a treat to him than watching how your mouth stretches around his cock, how you struggle to take him inside. He is careful not to let you choke too much, but Cregan is a bit ashamed to admit that it strokes his ego when you do. He likes cradling your skull when you do it, and has enough manners not to push your head around. If you ask him to guide you, he will do so. Same if you ask him to hold your hair. Huge fan of eye contact he is, will stare intently at your face as you take him in. It gives him the advantage of looking exactly how wrecked your pretty face gets.

He almost enjoys the aftermath more than the actual blowjob. Cregan likes to see how your mouth looks, lips swollen and puffy from the abuse they have been subjected to, eyelashes a bit wet, face painted with his seed. It’s enough to ensure you get a very nice quid pro quo and then some.

Cregan is not a huge fan of giving oral. He is indifferent to the act, but he enjoys bringing you pleasure. He is experienced enough to know his way around a woman’s body, and he is a quick study. It means he will get down on his knees, and kiss you there until you are a quivering mess. Once he learns what you like, though, he is a menace. He will do it over and over, holding almost a competition with himself, trying every time to get you to your peak as fast as he can. And when Cregan is in a mood to tease you, his knowledge of your body will prove equally dangerous because he will know all your tells and places to avoid so you can tether on the brink until he feels satisfied with how close to insanity he has brought you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Cregan likes taking it slow. Sex is as much for making heirs as it is a bonding activity. He enjoys how connected to you it makes him feel, so he will draw it out as long as he can. He takes his time, cradling you close. His thrusts aren’t rushed, he moves his hips as if he has all the time in the world, making sure to hit the spots that make you feel stars. Some men seem to be in a race to reach their orgasm, but not him. Cregan isn’t the kind of man to chase his own pleasure selfishly either, and he knows that to be able to give you yours, it’s better to have finesse than blunt force. Sex with him is intense, though not because you are physically overwhelmed. Rather, he makes sure to fully engage you in it, leaving you pleasantly sore for the next day.

If you ask him to move faster or be rougher, Cregan will certainly deliver, though it isn’t what he prefers. He will probably go back to his unhurried pace to draw it out a moment longer before finishing.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a fan. Cregan is a very private man, as I said before, and quickies often are in places that aren’t very much so. He also likes drawing it out because he enjoys the intimacy sex brings. So I can’t see him enjoying them. Except…

Except if it is to tease you. To give you both a taste of what it could be like, pent you both up, torture himself by feeling exactly how good it could be if you got a few more minutes. To Cregan, the only acceptable quickies are the ones that are foreplay. Otherwise, he feels his fun is cut short and just has to brood for a while.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

The embodiment of “If not broken, why fix it?” Cregan will need some coaxing to come out of his comfort zone. The two of you switch it up in the bedroom, and it's rarely boring, but if you want to add new elements to your dynamic, you will have to say so. Otherwise, Cregan will not mention it. He has fantasies of his own, and fantasies will remain unless you ask him about it. Once you ask, though, he is more than willing to explore and share.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

As I said, Cregan enjoys drawing it out, so I am afraid there will not be multiple rounds in a night. If you are lucky, and he doesn’t have an early morning, there might be two. Wanting to draw it out means he lasts longer than most men, taking his time with you. He is a firm believer of ladies going first, but the show isn’t over when you orgasm. You seriously didn’t think he would stop at just one, did you?

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

It’s Westeros and he is a Stark. He doesn't own toys. But modern Cregan just might. It would have to be you who asks him about it, but once you open the gates to that little kingdom, he is willing to both use them on you and on himself. His only condition would be using them together. For some reason, I think Cregan could really get his money’s worth out of a bullet vibrator. It’s nothing too adventurous, but it does require some creativity. There are other uses beyond pressing it to your clit as he fucks you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Huge tease. Both with you and himself. He is the sort to give you charged looks across the room, eyes so dark that only with a gaze alone you feel your nipples pebbling in your bodice. He will press against you subtly during a feast, feeling how your body molds perfectly to his, before putting distance between the two of you. It’s just enough to get you squirming as you think of the delights soon to follow.

In the actual bedroom, Cregan likes drawing things out, as I said, and the best thing to do so is to tease. He is infuriating about it. He will kiss you until you are dizzy with want, and won’t advance any further until you are begging him for it. Foreplay with him feels like the sweetest torture.

With orgasms, it’s much worse. He is a fan of edging you, rather than overstimulation because he likes how wet and desperate you get. And since he always tries to make sure you orgasm first, it means that he is also teasing himself. One thing about him? He has perfect self-control. He will deny you both, torturing himself, until he feels it has gone on long enough. Only then, he will grant you release.

And if you try to trick him or get around it by taking matters into your own hands? You can bet that Cregan won’t hesitate to use his strength against you, pinning your wrists down and forcing you to take exactly what he is giving you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Quiet. Cregan isn’t a man of many words. He isn’t the sort to whisper filth in your ears during sex, nor will he moan. I think he is the sort to quietly sigh and grunt instead. He is devastatingly honest, and he will be very assertive at telling you how he wants you.

“Spread your legs a bit further. Just like that.” or “Turn over. Hands and knees, good girl.”

I also see him being the kind of guy who talks you through your orgasm. His speech isn’t very flowery, and it’s more supportive than anything else.

“Good, that’s it. Ride my hand, just like that. Don’t fight it.”

When he is the one orgasming, he is probably muffling his moans by biting your shoulder or burying his face against your skin.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Cregan is obsessed with the way you smell. Blame the slightly wolfish traits of the Starks. Perfume or no perfume, he gets a whiff of your scent, and he gets a bit feral. Best way to get him in the mood? Asking him to unbraid and brush your hair. He will be unable to resist you. Loves the way your hair smells, with or without the products. He finds it soothing too, because you smell of home and love to him. If you were together when he has to march to King’s Landing, he is taking your pillowcase or some of your clothes to get him by while he is in the road.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is tall and big. I think his cock matches his height, so I would say he has a good length and girth on himself, slightly leaning toward the obscene. Shower, not grower, which is such a treat in my opinion. I think it has a nice curve too. He is very pale, so I think his cock has a bit of a flush that gets darker towards the tip.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I will only say this: In canon, he has ten children. There. Make of that what you wish. And while I will agree that there was no television in that day and age… Well. Still.

High sex drive. I would guess there is little to do if you are snowed in, so we will give him a pass.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Quickly. Cregan is decent enough to ensure you are moderately clean and warm before he passes out right next to you. And truly, he only does so because he loves you. Cregan would pass out immediately after were it not because he fears you might get cold or find sleeping into a puddle of your combined fluids gross. Much like a bear, once he is sated, he hibernates, so if he falls asleep cuddling you, you are not going anywhere.

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escapingrealtiylovinginsanity · 6 months ago

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Sonny Carisi NSFW Alphabet

I’ve been thinking about doing this for months. I waited because it takes so long for me to do. But I thought you guys desrved a New Years present- let's start it off with a smutty bang!

A big thank you to @polkadotpenguin16 for reading it over for me and giving feedback.

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Sonny’s aftercare is exceptional. He takes care of you and has you settled before he even thinks about himself. He is all about intimacy, cuddles, and attention. Sometimes it’s just curling up together and falling asleep- his favorite is when you shower first. He wants to take care of you, washing your body, sliding over your curves. And if you decide you want to go another round he is more than willing to fulfill your every desire.

Other times it's pillow talk, laughs. Telling each other secrets and funny stories from your past. Baring yourself to each other- the pain and hurt you both have experienced. Talking about family and the future and what it might be- the promises he whispers against your skin. One day he was brushing your hair back and pleasure drunk you told him that one of your favorite things was having your hair played with. Now he always does it after sex, his talented fingers running through your tresses usually until you fall asleep. It was a habit you noticed that had bled over to whenever you were curled up together.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Sonny’s favorite part of himself is his arms and shoulders. While Sonny might not look it with his leaner build, he is strong. He climbed that fire escape using only his upper body strength to rescue that girl from falling. It doesn’t hurt that it is one of the areas you pay the most attention to. Often stroking and massaging him letting your hands linger.

No matter how much Sonny assures you he loves your entire body- he is very obviously an ass man. He tries not to make his staring obvious but you have practically worn through a pair of snug-fitting jeans that are Sonny’s favorite. They tightly hug your ass just right. It has gotten Sonny to stop and stare more times than you can count. You are almost positive they were the reason you got pregnant the first time. You could see his disappointment all over his face when you finally had to throw them out.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Sonny loves to come inside of you. The mix of your arousal with his seed, especially watching it drips down from your well fucked cunt to the inside of your thighs. A beautiful sticky mess that marks you as his. Your chest rising and faling rapidly as you try to catch your breath a satisfied smile on your lips. He knows one day when you’re ready, he will fuck his seed inside of you so deep it will take, permanently mixing your DNA.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Sonny loves anal sex. The first time he ever did it was at the request of his partner. He was a bit reluctant but willing to try it for his partner who raved about how amazing it made her feel. Between how tight it held his cock and the obvious pleasure it brought her Sonny was instantly hooked.

Sonny had a hard time broaching the subject with you and when he found out you had never done it before he instantly clammed up. You had been the one to catch his drift and ask if it was something he enjoyed. When he just stood there clearly weighing the pros and cons you had shrugged saying you were willing to try it. He couldn’t hide the way his eyes lit up even while asking you if you were sure. You had nodded easily simply saying “You try all the stuff I want. Let’s see if it's as good as you are making it seem.”

It was even better.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Sonny isn’t a fan of hookups or one-night stands. He has partaken from time to time but it has always left him not quite satisfied. He craves the intimacy of knowing and loving the person you are with. He has learned from his various partners but he doesn’t know as much as men who have long Casanova phases.

What he lacks in experience he makes up for in personalization of pleasure for his partners. He is more than willing to spend hours figuring out just what you like, enjoy, and love. He is also ready and willing to try pretty much anything you are interested in.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Sonny loves it when you ride him. Your breasts bouncing in his face as your needy cunt takes all of him. He can kiss down your chest, finding a hard nipple to suck and nibble on. He can thread his fingers through your hair and pull encouraging you to look in his eyes. His hands are free to caress your curves, grab your ass, or sneak his hand between you and rub your clit until you come on his cock. He has the option to sit back and enjoy what you are doing, hands busy with your body or he can grab your hips forcing you into stillness as he ruts up into you while pulling you down onto him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sonny can be goofy but generally is more intense and focused on your pleasure. There are definitely times when he is more lighthearted. I think this would happen more in the morning when the two of you are waking up or lazing in bed. The teasing would ensue and lead to playful sex.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Sonny isn’t vain but he does know that presentation matters and he likes to look his best, especially when it comes to you. Sonny keeps himself clean and his hair neatly trimmed no matter how tired and busy his life is.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sonny's intimacy is off the charts. He is a hopeless romantic- his parents have been together for over two decades. He wants to do the flowers and candles. The sweet words whispered in your ear, lingering kisses, fingertips dragging across your skin not leaving an inch untouched. Sonny plans an all-out night at least every other month though he tries to do it monthly. He lights candles, dims the lights, gets massage oil, and plans a hot bath with essential oils and bubbles for the two of you to soak in after.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Sonny masturbates quite a bit. He grew up Catholic and the guilt that came along with it. The push of abstinence and to stay free of sexual desire. It had Sonny finding release in his own hand for years. He hates feeling like he is pressuring anyone for sex and would rather get himself off than make you feel obliged to take care of him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Sonny has a breeding kink. Everyone who grows up Catholic has a bit of one. He wants to knock you up. He wants to see you round with his baby, breast heavy, skin glowing. Sonny has a praise kink and likes sensation and impact play. He wants to spank your ass leaving it a pretty shade of pink. And anything else that can overstimulate you and leave you sensitive to his touch.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Sonny’s favorite place to have sex is in the dining room with you bent over the kitchen table. Sonny is always dominant and rough when you guys have sex there. You’ve been left with bruises on your hips and a pink ass from him spanking you more times than you can count. There are scratches on the floor that you try to cover from the table sliding back and forth.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It doesn’t take much to get Sonny turned on. He loves you and your body but you have noticed that Sonny gets particularly handsy when you wear sundresses. Seeing you in one can make him go from “we are late” to “we have a few minutes” with one glance. When you started to notice the pattern and have sex in more risqué spots- his car, bar bathroom- you stopped wearing panties. Now he has to “check” to make sure you have all of your proper clothes when you go to see family or fancy events. He strangely never seems to make you put them on when he notices you aren’t wearing them before you leave the apartment but has left you soaked with arousal and shaking after he ate you out with the few spare minutes you had before leaving.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sonny is never going to be okay with bringing anyone else into the bedroom. Sonny wants all of your attention and is much too jealous to share you with anyone else. He is also uncomfortable with role-playing in any scenario where consent is forced or not given. He has worked in SVU too long and it makes his skin crawl.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Sonny loves to receive oral sex but not nearly as much as he likes to give it. He has to taste you and was raised to eat his entire meal so you will just have to wait until he is done. If your legs are shaking and are almost overwhelmed by your third- or was it fourth- orgasm your arousal drenching his face and fingers he is sure you can still handle “Just one more baby, you taste so sweet, I just need one more.” You have to push him back or pull him up for a kiss to make him stop before he’s ready, sighing into his skin and telling him you’ve really had all you can take.

As much as Sonny likes to get head, he doesn’t ask for it often. Mostly because you give it so often he doesn’t have to. But when he does it's usually because he is overwhelmed and beyond stressed out. You always take your time and drag it out purposely teasing him, getting him worked up enough to not only pull your hair but to start thrusting his hips up desperately needing the relief of your mouth on his throbbing cock. You revel in his loss of control urging him to continue nails raking at the back of his hips and side of his thighs.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Sonny can be either. There is a time and a place for different types of sex and he knows it. It keeps things interesting. When you first got together with Sonny you were surprised by just how different the sex could be. Your first time was intimate and slow. He wanted you to know it meant more than just getting his dick wet. It stayed that way for a couple weeks with the added bonus of some playful lighthearted sex.

Then Sonny had been busy with a big case and you hadn’t seen him in weeks. It had ended badly and was in desperate need of salvation and a way to work off his frustration and anger. He was on you like a starved man. Urgent and demanding. He held you just a little too tight, his kisses hot forceful, his movements dominant and possessive, and downright pantie-wetting sinful. When it’s over your body is pleasantly sore and thrumming with leftover pleasure you let out a giddy laugh running a hand through your sex hair and tell him “Next time I want you to pin my hands behind my back and take full advantage of me while you fuck me in front of that mirror.” Sonny's blue eyes blaze with heat and next time is as soon as Sonny can go another round.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sonny likes quickies! He is busy with work and after you have kids your time is pretty limited. If you guys can sneak in a quick roll in the sheets his answer is always yes. There is some adrenaline to knowing you are on a time crunch making it a more intense experience. The thought of you walking around in underwear soaked with your arousal and his come is erotic to Sonny.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Sonny is okay with experimenting for his partner but he isn’t usually the one to suggest trying new things. He does end up enjoying things you guys do together and incorporates them into your sex life. Sonny isn’t a huge risk-taker. He doesn’t want to cross lines where you could potentially get seriously hurt but he is a little risky on the location where you have sex. The riskiest location was in the backyard of his mother's house.

You had been in one of your horny moods and had been teasing him endlessly. You had a bad habit of winding him up when he couldn't do anything about it. When he was doing the dishes, you had hugged him from behind letting your hands wander to grab his cock through his jeans. He grabbed your arm and dragged you outside to the side of the house. He had spun you around forcing your hands on the siding of the house half bent over. He spanked your ass with enough force that it had its desired sting. His hand slid up your dress and rubbed you through your panties until they were soaked as he ground his cock against you. He had only undone his pants and slid your underwear to the side to fuck you quick and hard. He was just zipping up when his mother called for him out the backdoor. He had smacked your ass one more time and left you to catch your breath and gather yourself as he went inside telling his mom that he would mow her grass the next day because it was getting overgrown.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Sonny plays the long game when it comes to sex. He can be gentle and teasing and drag out the sex for hours. Sonny's refractory period is about twenty minutes to a half hour. If he is horny or has been a while without you, he could very well go all night. He always seems particularly needy when you are around your ovulation- even though he swears he doesn’t know when that is claiming that you just look damn sexy and you smell intoxicating. If you are in the mood for multiple rounds and he isn’t he just focuses on getting you off with his fingers and mouth. With his job, there is no surprise that certain cases make his sex drive tank.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I don’t think Sonny is against toys but they aren’t his first choice either. He doesn’t use them on himself but will use them if you ask him to but he would prefer to bring you that pleasure himself. The only toys he ever bought you were anal plugs when you had agreed to try anal sex and had thoroughly enjoyed it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Sonny isn’t a big tease. That is something you are more likely to do and he loves it. When Sonny does attempt to hold off and make you wait, he is very easily persuaded to give you the attention you want. Your whimpers and grinding against him, one “Sonny please” and his willpower is gone.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Sonny is pretty vocal. One of his love languages is words of affirmation and he loves hearing the sounds you make. He wants you to know how good you are making him feel too. He is Italian too, and they are generally loud-all of the time.

There are certain times when Sonny just wants to talk through sex. It’s not all dirty, especially during playful sex. It can be about how beautiful he finds you- body and soul. Whispering how much he loves you, how he misses you. Then there is the filth where he tells you how bad he wants to be inside you, how good you make him feel, how intoxicating you look spread out for him, how much he wants a taste but a taste will never be enough.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Sonny used to be super insecure about his size. He heard the locker room talk at school and with the way that the other guys boasted he was sure that he was average-sized at best. Sonny never watched porn as a teenager because his mom was a helicopter parent and there was nothing in her household that she didn’t know. Sonny's first time was his senior year with a girl from another school. So, Sonny never heard what went through her school like wildfire after-

Sonny Carisi was hung.

It wasn’t until after he graduated high school and started a relationship with a more adventurous and experience girl did he find out how above average he really was- “Fuck, baby your huge.” At first, he thought she was just trying to stroke his ego. He was still learning and getting more comfortable with sex. When she shook her head baffled and showed him a Google search his eyebrows had shot up and with a simple “Huh,” his insecurity dissipated.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Sonny has a tall, toned athletic body. He has a light dusting of chest hair and a happy trail under his belly button. Sonny is above average in size. He has big dick energy and the evidence doesn’t lie. He is well above average in length and pretty standard in thickness. He is a shower, not a grower.

The first time you had felt Sonny up it was a happy accident while you guys were on the couch together watching a movie. His gray sweatpants did nothing to cover his size even when he was (mostly) soft. You had tried to make it seem like you hadn’t got a good feel and Sonny had graciously let you. All the while your mind was racing with the possibilities of how big he really was and how tight of a fit it would be when you finally had sex. Your thighs had unconsciously squeezed together imagining the pleasant stretch and how deep he would be seated in your needy pussy.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Sonny has a very high sex drive. He keeps it on wraps because he doesn’t want to be viewed as a horn dog and has masterful control of it. If it was up to him, you would have sex pretty much daily, sometimes multiple times a day.

Sonny loves and takes full advantage of when you go through horny phases. He will gladly give up sleep and anything else to have all-nighters. He will keep going until the room is overwhelmed with the smell of sex and you are both sweaty, sticky, satisfied messes. He will go until you're so exhausted you don’t even want to move to clean up. He will go until you are so sensitive and overstimulated that you have to push him back unable to take anymore.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sonny falls asleep pretty quickly after he makes sure that you get the aftercare you want and need. If he is wrapped around you or you are draped across him, he can sleep. Sonny is a pretty deep sleeper too. It is still a struggle to get out of bed with him though because he tightens his grip in his sleep when you try to get up or move around too much.

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lily-sofii · 5 months ago

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NSFW alphabet - Rafayel

Tw (?): suggestive but not too smutty, not many descriptions, Lemurian Rafayel has two cocks, you're referenced to be female

A = Aftercare ( What they’re like after sex)

With Rafayel it's truly a hit or miss. Most times he'll get up and get a rag to clean you off, or take you in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom to take a warm bath. But there have also been times of Rafayel being whiny after sex and needing you to care for him. "Miss bodyguard, puhlease! I can't walk I'm so exhausted, won't you care for me?"

As much as these whiny fits of his are common outside the bedroom, they're uncommon inside it and yet, they aren't unwelcomed by you. You tend to clean Rafayel off with soft touches, making sure he's clean before putting soft pyjamas on him (unless he whines about wanting to sleep naked), pulling duvet covers over the both of you.

B = Body part ( Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Rafayel most definitely takes pride in his hands. They look as if they'd been sculptered by the gods themselves. Years of art and precision made his hands look divine, but also made them quite skilled.

As to what part of you he liked the most? He'd have to say your abdomen (mainly your stomach). He sees a sort of canvas there. Being able to paint over your beautiful skin. He enjoys bringing out paint and painting over your body, painting mandalas on your stomach, but he also takes great pleasure of cumming over your stomach, and finger painting with it afterwards.

C = Cum ( Anything to do with cum, basically)

As said before, Rafayel takes great pleasure in cumming over your stomach, enabling him to draw pictures in it, but even greater pleasure to him, is being able to cum inside of you. Usually Rafayel will beg to be allowed to cum inside of you, whining until you allow him, and being on the verge of threats if you don't.

On the other hand, if you attempt to have sex with Rafayel in his Lemurian form, he won't take "no" for an answer. Given the fact that in this form Rafayel has two cocks, he'll pull only one out if you keep insisting on him not cumming inside, cumming in you anyways with the other cock that is still deep inside of you. Rafayel doesn't do this on purpose (at least not 100% on purpose), it's mainly due to his Lemurian need to reproduce.

D = Dirty secret ( Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

A dirty secret of Rafayel? He enjoys the thrill of being caught.

There has been an amount of times where he pulled you aside in public and convinced you to have sex with him. He's so needy after all. It's your fault he's like this, so take care of him.

But as much as he enjoys the thrill of being caught, he'd die of shame if you truly were seen.

E = Experience ( How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

As much as Rafayel would hate to admit, he has no experience. After all, he's a famous artist who barely leaves his house. He stays cooped up in his studio and paints all day and night. Ironically enough, he also has very little experience with masturbating.

He'd never say this out loud, but his first time was with you. Rafayel didn't really care about sex before you, but something in him changed upon his first glance at you.

F = Favorite position ( This goes without saying)

I think that this would depend on his mood. Most times if he wants oral, he's gonna suggest 69 due to his neediness, but if he wants to have sex, he's gonna make you ride him. Rafayel enjoys lying back with his hands behind his head or on your sides, looking up at you as you ride him.

But the days when he's extremely needy he's not gonna hesitate taking charge. When Rafayel becomes truly desperate for you, he'll do whatever he must do to have you wrapped around his cock. Does he need to finish a painting? Good, now you've been promoted from a bodyguard to a cockwarmer. Is he on a gallery's opening? Too bad, he's gonna forcefully pull you into a private room and fuck you against a mirror. No matter the circumstances, he'll find a way.

G = Goofy ( Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? Etc.)

Rafayel is mostly slightly goofy, poking fun if he can. "Awh, is the little miss bodyguard overstimulated?" On very rare occasions is he really serious in the moment, although it usually happens when he's extremely desperate.

With that said, whenever you try to do anything with Rafayel in his Lemurian form, he's gonna be rather serious, but he's still gonna try and be soft towards you. Cooing in your ear, whispering soft nothings. "You're taking me so well." "You already took one, let's do the other one, yeah?" Rafayel won't be poking into you as much as usually in this state, especially during his rut.

H = Hair ( How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.)

"Does the carpet match the drapes?" Yes, but also no. Rafayel has light purple hair on his head with slight waves. But in his pubic area, his hair is much darker and being more curly.

Although it's not like you'd know because Rafayel tries to be clean shaven at all times. Only rarely do you get to see his pubes, and if you do they're extremely short.

I = Intimacy ( How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Rafayel tries his best to keep a balance between humor and romantic love when you two are intimate together. He truly loves being his pouty self, but he's also aware that during intimate moments such as these, he is supposed to be romantic.

J = Jack off ( Masturbation headcanons)

I think that Rafayel (before he met you) didn't masturbate whatsoever. Sure, logically he'd get hard in the morning or as he was painting his next masterpiece, but he'd usually ignore it or just wouldn't notice it.

But now after he met you? He became more desperate than anyone has ever been. Every second when he's awake his mind wanders to you, leading him to ending up with a hard-on in his pants most times than not. Whenever things like this happen he's gonna whine to you about it, wanting you to take care of it. But if you're not around he's definetly going to jack off, otherwise he won't be able to return to what he was doing.

K = Kink ( One or more of their kinks)

Rafayel has some obvious kinks that he shares with you (and tries them if you want to try them too). Some common ones you tried with him include his breeding kink, painting on your body, and biting + leaving hickeys anywhere and everywhere he can. He also rather enjoys lazily laying down and looking up at you as you ride him, doing all the work. And a newer one he told you about is the idea of you having a toy or a vibrator in public, letting him take control over it.

Some kinks that he has but hasn't told you about are still quite tame, but he finds them embarrassing. These mainly include the use of handcuffs on himself, to be blindfolded, or wishing to be overstimulated to the point of sobbing. Maybe one of these days he'll ask you try one of these with him, but not quite yet.

L = Location ( Favorite places to do the do)

Rafayel's favorite place is either by the ocean at night as moonlight dances across your skin, or in his apartment. In his bed, his shower, the studio, he'll take it all.

But if given the chance, he'll push you aside in public and fuck you just out of sight.

M = Motivation ( What turns them on, gets them going)

You. Nothing that he's aware of has turned him on as much as you do. In his past if he'd get boners, it would be out of nowhere, but now? It's always you.

No matter what you do, it turns him on to no end. Are you simply standing? Please come and touch him. Are you sending him an innocent photo? Oh you look so great, you're making him so hard. Maybe you're just texting him today about something random? Oh please, you think of him too don't you? You're texting him and only him and that makes him feel wanted. Makes him feel horny, only for you.

N = No ( Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I think he'd be open to almost anything you suggest, even though he'd be whiny about a lot of things.

O = Oral ( Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Rafayel prefers receiving. You're his little miss bodyguard after all, aren't you? You're meant to take care of him.

As for skill? Again, before he met you, he was a virgin, so the first time he gave you oral he was absolutely clueless. He was whiny along the way, grabbing your thighs hungrily. He has made it his goal to become better, to become the best for you.

P = Pace ( Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

The pace usually depends on you since most times you're on top, but Rafayel mostly enjoys to start off slow and loving and fasten the pace as you go.

There of course are days where he's on top and goes as rough as he can, or is rather slow and keeps kissing you, but those happen only rarely.

Q = Quickie ( Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If Rafayel has the time, he will make the most of it, he'll go multiple rounds, and make sure the both of you enjoy it to the fullest. After all, if you both manage to get time in your busy schedules, why not make the most of it?

But with how busy your schedule as a hunter is, and him needing to paint and go to gallery openings all the time, there are bound to be times where you'll have to make do with a quickie.

R = Risk ( Are they prone to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc.)

Given your tight schedules paired with Rafayel's love of thrill, there are far too many times where he's taking risks. Wether it be being in public or pressing you against a window.

Rafayel also enjoys experimenting. Don't let his whining tell you otherwise, almost any idea you give him, he'll find enjoyment in.

S = Stamina ( How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Rafayel can usually go up to three rounds, but he'll be whiny and will be slightly pushing you to stop, even though he enjoys it more than not. If you keep giving him more and more, he will cry, but he'll enjoy everything that you are willing to give him and more.

As for Rafayel in his Lemurian form, he'd be able to withstand nine ish rounds, although he'd usually stop at the fifth or sixth round for your sake and health. He wouldn't want his beloved lady to pass out on him, would he now?

T = Toys ( Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Before he met you he didn't have a single thing. No toys, no fleshlights, not even lubricant. But you changed that. Upon being sexual with Rafayel, you suggested buying lube to make things easier, along with buying yourself a vibrator, and buying him a vibrating cock ring. Rafayel was with you as you were picking what you wanted, and was honestly surprised how many toys for men there were.

From curiousity he picked one up and you bought it for him, even though Rafayel insisted on you not doing so, due to it being embarrassing.

Even after this whole ordeal, Rafayel didn't use the fleshlight. He used the vibrator you bought on you, but never used toys on himself (Unless you asked him to).

If you suggest so, he'll use the vibrating ring as you ride him, or he'll use the fleshlight as you watch, but he'll never do it himself.

U = Unfair ( How much they like to tease)

Oh, puhlease! Rafayel can be the biggest tease under the sun! He enjoys teasing you to no end. He's gonna tell you not to cum just yet, whilst actively overstimulating you. But if you try to do the same? He won't listen. If he can, he'll just cum and not listen to you. But if he can't? He'll cry and whine to be allowed to finish.

V = Volume ( How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

In the start, Rafayel makes high pitched whines and grunts, trying to grind back against you, but the longer you go on the louder he gets. He progressively begins to moan as you go on and begins to be more sensitive. By the end of his first orgasm, he's moaning so loud you're surprised the birds on the beach outside his house didn't fly off from all the noise.

W = Wild card ( A random headcanon for the character)

During his rut, he'd try his best to fuck you underwater. Let it be the bathtub or the ocean, he doesn't care. He needs it. It feels more natural as a Lemurian, but it also brings him more comfort and room to move you however he wants.

X = X-ray ( Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Rafayel isn't the thickets, but he's definitely long. Given the fact that you're his first, he barely knows how to put the length to use, but he's figuring it out.

As for his Lemurian form. Rafayel has two cocks, with each of them being different. The cock that is placed above the other is much longer but also slimmer, being biologically there to prep a mate for the other cock. His other (lower) cock is a slight bit shorter, but is much thicker, along with having a knot at the base.

Y = Yearning ( How high is their sex drive?)

Every second he breathes, he wants you. No matter where he is at, or if you're with him, he craves you. The feeling is alien to him since before he met you he was almost never like this, but now?

Z = Zzz ( How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depending on the position and what you did. If you decided to overstimulate him and ride him until he cried? He's not staying awake trough aftercare.

But if he was dominant for once, he's most likely gonna give you aftercare and wait for you to fall asleep to assure that you're okay, and that you're not in any sort of pain or discomfort.

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writingwhimsey · 1 month ago

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Smutty smut request!

Leonardo (duh!)

Prompt #10

Dialogue #5

Explicit...Wist level wording, if that makes sense lol (do I need to expand?)

You have no idea how excited I was when I got this ask. Was totally not imagining papi Leonardo with library sex...totally didn't have him in mind when I saw this prompt *blatant lies*

Anyways...hope you like what I came up with darling! Enjoy some smutty Papi!

For Smut's Sake Event

Prompt: Library sex

Dialogue: "Try to be quiet. Understand?"

Suitor: ikevamp Leonardo

NSFW 18+ content below, fingering, PIV, semi-public sex, multiple orgasms, overstimuation, sex to the point of exhaustion

Quiet In the Library

For the umpteenth time that day, I was TRYING to get some cleaning done in Leonardo’s room. It just seemed every time I got a path cleared or a surface free, he had it piled with something new. That didn’t mean I wasn’t going to give it my best shot. Leonardo was even supposed to be helping me. Yet I hadn’t seen him for a couple of hours. Though perhaps that was a good thing. I could make more progress if he weren’t here to immediately clutter things up behind me.

I sighed as I picked up the stack of books and carried them back to the library. I had made some decent progress. Perhaps after putting the books away, I would treat myself to a cup of tea. I entered the library and was surprised when I found Isaac asleep at one of the tables. He must have been up late doing some research. I decided it was best to leave him be and headed for the shelves in the back where these books needed to go.

That was when I found the missing Leonardo. He sat on the floor, his back against one of the shelves and a book opened in his lap. There was a stack next to him…and he was sound asleep.

I shook my head. “I should have known.” I muttered. I sighed as I put the books I;d brought in away. I then knelt down to pick up the books around him. I saved the book in his lap for last. As soon as I reached for it, his much larger hand was grabbing mine.

I turned my gaze from the book to Leonardo’s face. He wore a sleepy grin even as his golden eyes danced with amusement. “You’re working too hard, cara mia.”

I frowned at him. “Well, someone has to since you can’t seem to do any work without needing a nap.”

Leonardo chuckled. He was then pushing the book aside and the next thing I knew, he was pulling me into his lap, his arms wrapping around me and holding me tight to his chest. “It’s good to slow down and take a nap when you need it.” He said, kissing the top of my head. “Besides, you and I both know, cleaning my room is a losing battle.”

I struggled against his embrace to pull back and look at him. “Hey, I made progress…granted I made most of it when you weren’t there.”

He laughed once again. “Cara mia…”

“And then I had to clean up your mess in here. Can’t have you making a mess of the library.” I said. “It’s bad enough that your room is such a disaster.” I was then trying to get up, but Leonardo held me fast.

“Don’t think I’m gonna let ya get back to work so easily, cara mia.”

I huffed. “Leonardo I…mph…” My sentence was cut off by his lips on mine.

When he broke the kiss, there was mischief dancing in those golden eyes. “I was trying to get ya to take a nap with me, but you’re too wound up for that aren’t you?”

“Leonardo…what are you thinking?”

He grinned. “Just that I’m gonna have to do something to unwind ya.” He answered, his hand sliding slowly up my leg, teasing my thigh through the fabric of my skirt. He leaned in and placed his lips at my neck, kissing and playfully nibbling at that one spot he knew melted me every time.

My heart picked up its pace even as a shiver ran down my spine. “Leonardo…right here? In the library?” I hissed, though I had ceased my struggling.

He chuckled against my ear, breath dancing along my skin. “Yeah, I was quite comfy here.” He answered. “And you will be too, here soon.” His hand was then slipping under my skirt, fingers teasing at my thighs before sliding further up. I felt his lips twist into a grin against the side of my neck. “You naughty girl…not wearing anything under this skirt.”

I felt my cheeks flush. “That’s…because I couldn’t find my panties… after you threw them into the disaster… that is your room…earlier…one of the reasons I was trying to cle…” My words cut off as his skilled fingers began to toy with that sensitive bud. “Mmmph…Leonardo…”

His other hand moved to the back of my head, gently guiding my lips to his. I moaned into the kiss as his fingers expertly moved between my legs, two sliding back to slip inside while his thumb worked that little pleasure pearl.

His tongue delved into my mouth as his fingers delved further into my heat. Heat pooled low in my belly and my hips began to buck against his fingers, seeking more. Why was it this man could ALWAYS turn me into putty in his hands?

He didn’t break the kiss until he’d made me cum round his fingers. He looked at me. “Hmm… that’s still not enough to have ya sleepy just yet.” He murmured. The next thing I knew, he was standing and had me pinned against the bookcase, my legs spread and my skirt up around my hips.

I looked up at him, my eyes wide…though I was very much turned on and very much into what he was doing. “Leonardo…”

He grinned at me as he reached a hand down to undo his pants. “Don’t worry cara, I’ll take care of you.” He said and with that he slid himself inside.

I let out a moan at the sudden fullness, but Leonardo placed a hand over my mouth. He gave me a wicked grin. “We have to be quiet. Understand?” He said, his eyes looking pointedly towards the other side of the bookcase where I suddenly recalled Isaac was sound asleep.

“Mmph…” I tried to mutter against his hand, but Leonardo just grinned.

“Shh, it’s alright, cara mia.” He said, kissing me on the forehead. “Besides, you really want me to stop now?”

I shook my head. No…no I wanted this. I wanted him.

Leonardo grinned. “Good girl.”

I lifted a hand to his and tugged until he pulled it away from my mouth. “I…can be quiet.” I whispered.

He chuckled. “I knew you could.” He said before beginning to move his hips, thrusting in and out of me.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist, clinging to him. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, muffling the sounds that left my lips. Something about Isaac being just on the other side of the bookcase, sound asleep and possibly waking up…the possibility of being caught…it added a thrill to the experience.

With each thrust, I could feel that coil winding tighter within me. Leonardo’s lips were at my ear. “You gonna cum already, cara?” He asked, and I could hear the grin in his voice. “You really like this don’t you, naughty girl?”

I couldn’t answer…but my body did for me. My walls squeezed tightly around him as my release hit me. “Hah…” I moaned into his neck, having a hard time holding it back.

Leonardo moved, pulling me into a kiss, swallowing my moans as he continued to thrust, drawing out my release. By the time I came down, he was pulling out and moving me so that my back was to him and now the front of me was pressed against the bookcase.

I didn’t have time to think as he was sliding inside me once again. His large hands moved over my body as he began to thrust in and out once more. He undid the buttons of my blouse, hands cupping my breasts, fingers expertly toying with my nipples, truly testing my limits.

He trailed kisses along the side of my neck. “That’s my naughty cara.” He murmured against my skin. “Cum for me. Cum on me again.”

That was all I needed…the final push over the ledge. My body was awash in a sea of pleasure. And just as the release began to fade, Leonardo’s fingers were slipping down the front of my body to toy with that sensitive bud while he continued to pound into me…bringing me to another release.

I’d lost count of the number of times he’d made me cum before he finally joined me in release. My body was a trembling aching mess by the time he had finished. We sunk down to the floor together, Leonardo holding me in his lap, his arms hugging me tightly. He picked up his jacket which he had discarded earlier and draped it over me.

“There now…let’s have that rest together.” He said, eyes closing.

Some part of me wanted to fight him…felt indignant…but I was too tired. “Yes…a nap sounds nice.” I murmured before closing my own eyes, my head resting on his chest. Cleaning could wait for another day…and who needed to find underwear anyways?

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flurrys-creativity · 11 months ago

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planted desires

Pairing: Song Mingi (Ateez) x Fem!Reader; Genre: hinted magic AU, established relationship, gardener mingi au, smut; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Warnings: somewhat sentient plants, man-eating plants (in theory), language, SMUT -> being tied up, masturbating, penetrative sex, a plant pleasing you, nipple play, breast play, rough sex, clit play, anal (f receiving), double penetration, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, breath play, squirting, prospect of more sex...; Wordcount: 1.867

Summary: Ignoring all of Mingi's warnings, you entered his greenhouse with all kinds of magical plants. Though instead of finding Mingi, a special plant found you.

A/N: This is yet another deal I made with @sanjoongie :D So it's definitely smutty and be prepared for her reversed situation one day! Also instead of working on some other projects I decided to push this out to celebrate my dear @mingsolo's birthday today!! So happy birthday my love, I hope you enjoy this one :hehehe:

“Mingi?” You hesitantly called out for your boyfriend, slightly opening the door to the greenhouse and peaking inside.

To your dismay you didn’t receive an answer though. You sighed deeply, your shoulders dropping with disappointment.

It was your anniversary today and you had hoped to spend the whole day with your boyfriend but instead he had vanished into his greenhouse in the early morning hours and you haven’t heard from him since.

As the sun set slowly at the horizon you had decided to take matters in your own hand. You had dressed up in the black lingerie you had bought especially for today and walked over to the greenhouse.

You called out again, closing your eyes and hoping to hear Mingi from somewhere inside the jungle-like atmosphere.

Once again you heard nothing. You sighed deeply, closing the door to the greenhouse again.

Mingi told you to never enter it due to his various and dangerous plants he had in there. So far you have listened to him.

Today, though, you were fessed up with that rule. You pushed the door open again, stepping inside. Your certain steps faltered the second the door closed behind you and you started second guessing yourself. You shook your head, new determination flooding your system as you followed the narrow path deeper into the greenery.

Your eyes flickered around the area. Various shades of green surrounded you, almost engulfing you. If it weren’t for the small path you stood on, you would have probably lost your orientation and would never find the entrance again.

Though with the path you felt quite confident, a small chuckle leaving your lips as you remembered Mingi’s warning. You looked around again, questioning what exactly could be that dangerous around here.

Sure, Mingi had lots of unique plants with all kinds of magical abilities but you thought as long as you didn’t touch them you should be fine.

“Mingi?” You called out again, turning around your own axis in hopes to see him somewhere. A deep sigh built up in your chest, disappointment of not finding him anywhere spreading through your body. You crouched down and wrapped your arms around your legs, resting your forehead on your knees.

In that position and with your soft whining you didn’t notice the rustling in the nearby greens. Neither did you notice the thick vines slithering towards you until it was too late.

You yelped when the biggest vine wrapped itself around your middle and pulled you up into the air. Another scream ripped through your throat when more smaller vines appeared around you, circling around your thrashing limbs and stopping you in your movements.

The vines had you positioned like a starfish in the air with all your limbs stretched away from your body. They left you completely immobile and helpless.

You called out for Mingi again, fear gripping your insides as the vines continued to circle around your limbs and torso. Though your screams for help turned into surprised gasps once the vines reached your upper thighs, rubbing over your clothed core.

While you couldn’t say what kind of plant had you in their clutches but your fear got diluted with something else. You swallowed dryly, looking down at your body and seeing the round tip of the vine rubbing over your lingerie.

“Oh gods”, you exhaled shakily as the vine put pressure on your covered clit.

Even more vines appeared from the thicket, prodding and tucking at your lingerie and body. Soft mewls tumbled from your lips as the vines found their way underneath your clothing. The rough texture of the plant quickly built up the pleasure inside of you.

You closed your eyes, head tilting backwards, as a moan ripped through your throat. Two small vines encircled your hardened nipples, clamping down on the buds in an addictive rhythm.

The clearing of a throat made you open your eyes again. You blinked several times until your vision focused on the figure standing in front of you. “Mingi”, you mewled, the fear finally subsiding completely with him being there.

You bit on your lower lip while your eyes raked over his form. He wiped his dirty hands on his cargo pants, pulling out a cloth from one of the many pockets to clean his hands even better. Your gaze wandered from his long, slender fingers over his upper body. The tight black tank top highlighted everything: his thin waist, his toned chest and abs. All of it made you yearn for him even more now.

Mingi had tinted glasses for protection on, so you couldn’t see where he was looking, but from his raging hard on in his pants you had an inkling.

“I told you not to come in here”, he told you, his voice even deeper than usual from his own desire.

You mewled again, helplessly wriggling in your confines. “I wanted to see you.” You moaned out his name when one of the vines pressed against your core.

“Yet you’re quite occupied with my morsa labrusca.” Mingi pushed the cloth back into his pocket, grabbing his belt instead and opening it slowly.

Your eyes immediately zeroed in on that motion, your mouth salivating at the thought of seeing his hard dick.

A smirk played over his lips. He opened his pants painfully slowly, pushing his boxers down and freeing his hard on. With his large hand he grabbed his cock at the base, pumping it a few times until precum glistened at the top of it.

Meanwhile the vines pushed your panties to the side, revealing your throbbing cunt to Mingi’s view. The tip prodded at your entrance for a moment longer before it pushed inside. You cried out at the intrusion, quivering from the pleasure that coursed through your body.

Mingi mimicked the pace of the vine pushing into you to jerk himself off, looking extremely confident and cocky the way he stood there and simply watched you getting fucked in the air. He adjusted his grip around his shaft every time your walls clamped around the vine. “Fuck baby, you look so incredible.”

You moaned loudly. Once again you tried moving, wishing for Mingi to touch you or take you. Seeing Mingi please himself, drove you crazy. “Please”, you begged with a whimper, “please, touch me.”

He chuckled darkly and slowly stepped closer, raising his free hand to your lower body. His fingers ghosted over your bare skin, skimming along the edges of your lingerie. “So fucking beautiful”, he rasped out. Mingi placed his thumb on your clit, circling it and pressing down until you screamed out his name and came for the first time.

Though Mingi wasn’t done with you by far. He walked around you until his front and cock were pressed against your behind. He rubbed it between your ass cheeks, groaning from the pleasure. His hand wandered back to your front, playing with your clit for a moment before he moved it upwards and ripped one of the vines away from your breasts. Just so he was able to grope your tit with his large hand.

Your head tilted backwards and dropped on his shoulder as you marvelled in his ministrations.

“Already stuffed but still not enough, huh? Baby hungry for my cock?” Mingi growled into your ear, his nose brushing along the shell of it.

“Yes, yes!” You cried out, desperately wanting to move your hands to the back of your head so you could run your fingers through his locks. “Only your dick.”

Mingi grabbed your ass cheeks and spread them apart, pressing the tip of his cock against your back entrance. “Only my cock can make you feel full? That’s right baby, only I can please you and fulfil all your desires.”

You gasped out once he entered you, pushing past the rim and bottoming out.

“Fuck, you’re so tight baby.” Mingi wrapped one arm around your lower body, keeping you in place as he fucked into you from behind. He used a different rhythm as the vine in the front, pushing you to your high a lot quicker like this.

“Do you know anything about the morsa labrusca?” He suddenly questioned you, your head already spinning from the pleasure alone. You shook your head, humming a weak no. Mingi chuckled darkly at that. “It’s also called the eating vine. They prey on unsuspecting beings, ensnaring them in their vines. After a while the vines will search for your windpipe, pushing inside until you suffocate.”

His hand moved from your tit up to your throat, wrapping his fingers around it and pressing down ever so slightly.

“You’re lucky those plants aren’t very quick-witted, trying every hole until they succeed.” Another chuckle left his lips, becoming even rougher with his thrusts. “Gotta be quick before she realises her mistake.”

Right as he finished his explanation, biting into your earlobe, another orgasm washed through your system and left you momentarily blinded. “Mingi”, you cried out, your whole body spasming in the air.

“Now, have you learned your lesson, baby?”

You whimpered and shook your head, unable to really comprehend anything around you despite how full you felt.

“No?” Mingi scoffed, moving his hand from your hip to your clit again. Without hesitation he immediately started rubbing it in a pace that left you crying out. “I told you to never come into the greenhouse”, he growled, ignoring your cries of overstimulation, “you know what could have happened, if I hadn’t been here.”

Curses fell from your lips as another orgasm built up in your lower body. The knot tightened almost painfully. Your mouth opened again but your voice got stuck in your throat as Mingi pressed his fingers against the side of your neck.

A sudden warmth enveloped you and through your blurry vision it seemed like flames licked around your body. You whined when the pressure of the plant around your body vanished and you dropped down against Mingi’s chest.

He quickly replaced the vine in your cunt with three of his fingers, continuing to fuck into you. With one last thrust from his hips, you came undone, squirting all over his hand and on the ground.

Mingi grunted lowly, shooting his load into your ass and helping you ride through your last orgasm.

You slumped against his body, unable to stand on your own. You barely registered how he tugged himself away again and lifted you up princess style, carrying you out of the greenhouse. Your head rested against his collarbone and you nuzzled into his skin.

“You did great, baby”, Mingi whispered as he carried you back into the house. “Sorry to keep you waiting as well.”

“‘S alright”, you mumbled, struggling to keep your eyes open. “Wanted to surprise you.”

Mingi chuckled softly. “That you did, baby, that you did. You look absolutely stunning too. Can’t wait until you recovered so I can eat you out and take you in absolutely every position you can imagine.”

Your eyes shot open and you pressed your thighs together, feeling your insides already throbbing with lust again. “Fuck me”, you whispered under your breath, knowing full well you couldn’t get enough of him as well.

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☆ « 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 » ☆

♡ ~ dom!micheal afton x sub!gn!afab!reader ~ ♡

♪ smut request: micheal surprises reader on their birthday!

♪ a/n: i absolutely love this request anon! i hope you enjoy this smutty fic <3. i hope i did a good job with your vague request :]. it does have a wholesome fluff around the end that is very romantic <3. this fic is based in modern times :D! also, very sorry if my writing's bad or seems rushed, it wasn't, that's just how my writing looks to me (the end was rushed though). i'm also sorry that there's so many warnings, i just don't want to trigger anyone😭.

♪ songs that vibe with the fic: "Clair de Lune, L. 32" by Claude Debussy or "It's Been a Long, Long Time" by Kitty Kallen for the romantic part (Kitty Kallen is for the 40s-60s type love <3). "The Hills" by The Weeknd or "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails for the smut part (such good music that match the vibes😩💙).

♪ warnings (non sexual): mdni, 18+, modern!au, reader's and Micheal's age is mentioned, reader's height isn't mentioned but they are shorter than Micheal, honestly this doesn't have a major plot LMFAO, vulgar language (obviously), established relationship, reader uses they/them pronouns but has an afab body, reader wears feminine clothing and uses binder, one mention of bullying, beginning explains backstory, a few mentions of the reader being pretty/beautiful, Micheal calls reader petnames (baby, darling, love, etc), no use of y/n or anything like that, angst at the end, probably not proofread fully - there might be spelling/grammar mistakes :(

♪ warnings (sexual): piv, switches between soft!dom!Micheal and hard!dom!Micheal, creampie, no condom but reader is on birth control (please use protection irl, it's hard to have a baby), dom/sub dynamic, daddy kink, bondage, oral sex (reader receiving), praise kink, degrading kink (only used for "good [insert pronouns]" praises), possessive!micheal, marking kink(??), a little edging, choking, slight breeding kink if ya squint, aftercare <3.

♪ fic starts under cut ♪

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You and Micheal have been together for awhile now, almost three years, since you two met in college. You and Micheal started out as friends, instantly having a connection. The connection was mostly because he was sweet and charming to you, his actions towards you were much different than other students at the college. You were bullied quite a bit, not as bad as your highschool bullies though, but Micheal helped you gain confidence and stand up for yourself. You both caught feelings fast, afraid to tell each other, until one fateful night. You kissed Micheal, telling him your feelings, to find out that the feelings were mutual. Soon after, you two started dating.

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Today was your 21st birthday, meaning that you were finally ready to drink alcohol. Micheal was only a year older than you, he sometimes had beer when he came over to your apartment. Those days he would let you take a sip then softly laugh at how your face would scrunch up in disgust from the taste and the burn in your throat from the beer.

The date you were on started out as one of the best dates you and Michael had, it was beautiful tonight. The sky was filled with stars, the moon was clear in the sky, there were no clouds in sight, it was absolutely beautiful and utterly peaceful. The weather was amazing as you sat outside the restaurant, the one you and Micheal were at right now. The outside table you were at, was a perfect spot to see the distant mountains that were scattered around the small town of Hurricane, Utah. The cool air had a nice breeze, making the temperature much better than it was earlier that day.

You and Micheal had already ordered your food, two medium-rare steaks, mashed potatoes, and a small salad for you. The food smelled and looked amazing.

♪ a/n: i'm sorry if your vegan/vegetarian, you could pick your own choice of food <3! now, let the sinful actions commence :D!

Micheal had been hiding the tent in his pants he saw you in that little dress you wore for the date, that was an hour ago. He couldn't help it, the dress hugged your body perfectly. The dressed hugged you so well, the hem of the dress reaching the top of your thighs, it was a short black turtleneck dress with short-sleeves. He could see the subtle outline of your binder through the dress, your tits practically gone. Micheal wanted to fucking devour you while at the restaurant and on the way to the restaurant.

He observed you as you ate your food, making sure to eat his own food occasionally to make sure he wasn't caught staring. Honestly, you were oblivious about his hunger for you, you were too focused on how pretty everything was around you, plus, you were also focused on how amazing the food was.

When you finished your food, you wiped your mouth before looking at Micheal with a smile. He smiled back, grabbing your hand and kisses your palm. You blush slightly from the affectionate kiss to your palm, making Micheal's pants feel tighter. He called over the waiter and paid for the meal, leading you out of the restaurant with graceful strides. Although his strides were graceful, he seemed to be in a rush to get you home..

You two went into his car, his hands immediately buckling you in with a kiss to your cheek before driving off after he buckled himself too.

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Almost as soon as you and Micheal entered your apartment, Micheal was already kissing your lips with a gentle but passionate pace. His hands were on your waist as he kissed you, his grip a bit tight as the hunger he felt for you slowly overwhelmed his body and actions.

"i have a surprise for you, my dear." He mumbled against the kiss, pulling away to breathe. You looked so pretty like this to him, face flushed pink, your eyes hazy with lust, your breathing heavy, and your lips puffy because of only him. He could feel pride and possessiveness course through his blood from the sight of the effect he had on you. He quickly grabbed your hand and led you to the bedroom, gently pushing you onto the bed.

Micheal slowly bent down over your figure, his lips immediately latching onto yours, this time his kiss filled with lust and hunger. One of his hands slowly slid up from your thigh, across your stomach, to one of your tits that was covered by the binder you were wearing. He could feel your hard nipples through the binder and dress, making him let out a soft chuckle before he pulled away from the kiss to stare into your eyes.

"do you want this, darlin'?" His voice was husky with lust as he asked permission, a small smirk on his face when you nodded. "speak up, dear." He commanded, the smirk on his face getting bigger as he watched your body shiver in anticipation.

"please, touch me." You whisped in a breathless voice, the tone in your voice soft as your panties got slick with arousal. Micheal groaned softly at your words, his pants now tighter as he thought about how he could touch you.

But, wouldn't it be more fun to tease you? To see you beg for only him? You'd look so fucking pretty writhing in pleasure underneath him, you'd know who you belonged to.

Micheal was a bit conflicted, after all.. it is your birthday. He finally decided his next move, the smirk on his face completely gone as he stared at your smaller form with pure hunger. He slowly leaned down and kissed your neck, his hand that was on your chest cupping your throat in a gentle choking manner. Micheal didn't add preasure to your neck, he just rested it there as he kissed up and down your neck, leaving small hickeys. His other hand, that wasn't on your neck, trailed down to the top your thigh.. just below the hem of your dress. The action made you let out a soft, desperate whine from his subtle teasing.

He chuckled softly at your reaction, a faux sympathetic expression on his handsome but sharp face before pulling away from your neck and looking at you face-to-face. His hot breath fanned your lips as your eyes stared into his, the air getting thicker with lust as you two stared at each other. He studied your features with "concern" in his eyes, his brows scrunched together.

"is something the matter, dear?" He asked in a soft whisper, his deep and husky voice laced with faux sympathy. He almost sound like he was mocking you, the sound of his voice making your body tempature rise with lust and anticipation. You were excited about what he might do to you, you would probably let him do anything he wanted to you and enjoy it. He took note of the small shiver your body did, his ego growing bigger along with the possessive feelings that he had in this moment. He leaned down by your ear, his hot breath now fanning the shell of your ear.

"baby, you need to tell what you want or i can't help you." His voice was low as he spoke, the slight British accent mixing in with a Southern accent that he developed from living in Utah with his family, the British accent from when he talked with his father. The mixed accent made you let out a soft gasp, along with how Micheal's hand finally cupped your lace white panties under your dress.

"please.. need you, Micheal-!" You cried out in desperation, feeling his thumb, from the hand that was cupping your panty-covered cunt, gently rub your clit through the panties. He tutted disapprovingly at how you called him by his name, making him pull back his hand for a brief moment. You hadnt heard his disapproving sound when he made it, you were too focused on how badly you needed him in that moment.

"Micheal, please —" You started begging, getting cut off as a cry escaped your lips from the gentle but firm smack, on your panty-covered pussy, that Micheal gave you.

"that's not my name, darlin', and you know it." Micheal said lowly, his voice deep and animalistic, the sound of his voice almost like a deep animalistic growl. You gasped softly, not answering him, as his thumb rubbed your clit again, this time in a rough manner. Micheal's hand on your throat tightened a little, a gentle but firm preasure now on your throat. The pressure wasn't too hard, just enough to make you feel a little lightheaded and your mind hazy.

But, you not answering Micheal didn't please him at all, his hand on your cunt now giving your cunt another slap, this time was much harder. You cried out again, choking out a sob from the pleasureful pain of your, now sticky panties, rubbing against your clit, along with the overstimulating feeling your clit was receiving between the slaps and stickiness of your panties.

"no — 'm sorry, daddy!" You cried out with a soft sob, hot tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to fall, from the feeling of your overstimulated clit and the sweet sting the forceful slaps left on your throbbing pussy. Micheal left out a soft hum of approval, his hand on your throat loosening and the hand on your cunt gently rubbing your clit through the thin, stick panties you still had on. He leaned up to your face as he continued his motions on your cunt, moving his hand to gently grip your chin as he pecked you lips. He pulled away and went back to your cunt, your panties to his eye-level now.

Micheal slid his hand down from your chin, down your tummy, before having both hands grip the edge of your panties from under the dress you were wearing. He looked up at you, his eyes silently asking you for permission. You gave him a soft nod, a soft, reassuring smile on his face before he lowered his body as he got on his knees on the floor. He slid his hands from under your dress, to your waist, and pulled you closer to the edge, his face now in front of your panty-covered cunt. His face was serious again, the hunger that he had for you evident. He gently out your legs on his shoulders, spreading you open so he could see your cunt clearly.

The action made your face flush pink in embarrassment and excitement, anticipation filled your mind as filthy thoughts raced around in your mind. You didn't even notice that Micheal had already pulled your panties off you and bunched your dress up to your waist, you were too focused on pushing away the thoughts that were racing in your mind. Your attention didn't go back to the present until your thoughts got cut off by Micheal giving your bare cunt a soft lick, making you cry out in surprise. Your legs shook a bit as pleasure filled your body, the familiar feeling of your tummy getting hot with anticipation, the familiar knot of pleasure forming in your tummy already. Micheal let out a soft hum from your reaction, your head falling back onto the bedsheets as the vibrations of his hum filled your body with pleasure.

Micheal slowly licked up and down your lips, teasing you. Soft whimpers escaped your lips from the almost overwhelming pleasure of Micheal's teasing, making you bite your lip to keep the noises that bubbled up in your throat slip out. Micheal noticed this and pulled back, making you lift up your head and look at him with a confused expression.

"let me hear those noises, dear. i want to hear you, 'kay? you don't want to be punished d'ya?" His voice was low and animalistic as he spoke, his eyes dark with lust and a hint of anger. You nodded quickly, causing a warning slap on your ass. You gasped from the feeling of the slap, the gasp immediately forming into a soft whimper from the comforting sting the slap left.

"yes daddy." You whispered, earning a soft hum from Micheal before he leaned down again and kissed along the top of your thighs, leaving hickeys and bite marks that were seen scattered around your thighs. As he finally reached your pussy again, he kissed your clit, making a soft whimper escaping your lips from the feeling. He chuckled softly before licking your cunt again, this time slowly picking up his pace as he kept licking.

Once Micheal had found a pace he liked, he licked and sucked your pussy like a man who hadn't ate a proper meal in days. The feeling made you moan his name repeatedly, the knot in your tummy getting tighter as he continued his pace. Micheal could feel your cunt tighten on nothing as he continued eating you out, soft hums occasionally leaving his now puffy lips. Your arousal had dripped onto your thighs, Micheal's face, and the bedsheets - the bedsheets now having a small puddle of your arousal on the edge, where you were laying down. Your hands flew down to Micheal and gripped his shaggy brown hair as he slipped his tongue in your tight hole, a soft cry leaving your lips as your back arched off the bed just a tad.

You could feel the knot in your tummy tighten, your cunt tightening around Micheal's tongue as he thrusted his tongue into your mercilessly. You moaned loudly as Micheal teased your hole with a finger, his tongue still thrusting into you in a rough pace.

Your orgasm was approaching quickly and Micheal knew it, so he decided to pull away completely to tease you, his head now just a few inches away from your cunt as he breathed heavily. The action made you let out a choked sob of desperation as you started to beg for him. "daddy —please, need to cum —" You whispered with a soft, begging whine in your voice, your hands desperately trying to pull him back to you by gently tugging his hair towards you with another whine, making him grip both of your wrists tightly, but not too tight, with one hand and pull them away from his hair. He slowly stood up, making sure not to hurt you in the process, and look at you with a stern look.

"no. only good sluts get to cum." Micheal whispered harshly, his voice husky with an animalistic tone, his voice practically a growl. He leaned down, his face to your eye-level. His hot, heavy breath fanned your lips as he looked at you with wide, lustful eyes. He let go of your hands before standing up with a stern expression on his face. Your orgasm quickly dissapeared, making you have a soft pout on your lips. "don't move your hands, keep them above your head." He commaned, his tone harsh but it had a hint of gentleness underneath the harsh tone. He walked over to one of the dressers in the bedroom, pulling open a drawer that you knew all too well.

Your ears practically perked up like a bunny's would from the familiar sound of metal making a — clink! — sound as the metal hit one another. You lifted your head just enough so you could see what Micheal was grabbing, making your eyes widened a bit as you saw what he had grabbed. Micheal had grabbed his favorite toy, the black leather cuffs that always made you wet no matter what. The small chain that kept them together and/or hook onto something drooping slightly as Micheal held in a lazy grip, his hand flexing slightly as held them. The sight of his hand made your face get a bit red, memories of how many times he had choked you and touched you with his hand.

You had zoned out from your thoughts, not noticing how Micheal was looking at you with a dark — hungry — look, that was until you heard Micheal's heavy footsteps again.

Your eyes quickly flicked back to him, your lips parting as you stared up at him with — slightly — wide, lustful eyes. He smirked darkly down at your smaller form, his usual blue hazel eyes now a dark blue with hints of green in them still. You slowly gulped, your body starting to slightly tremble as anticipation once again filled your mind and body. Micheal helped you sit up after he set the cuffs onto the bed, taking off your dress and binder. He gently rubbed the little red line that the binder left, gently kissing along the line of it that was in the front.

He picked up the leather cuffs and motioned for you to hold out your wrists, your body immediately following his directions as if it were on autopilot. He hummed in approval, strapping the leather handcuffs onto your wrists, tugging onto the chain that kept them together, testing the cuffs.

A ghost of a smile graced his lips as he saw that the cuffs were tight enough for you not to move very well, one of his hands gently gripping the chain and helping you move up to the headboard. He quickly grabbed a leather belt that was on the floor and tied it to the headboard of the bed, wrapping it around the chain of the leather cuffs and keeping your hands above your head. He tugged on the belt, testing the belt to see if it would loosen. He let out another soft hum as he saw that the leather belt was tight enough and kept your hands pinned above your head, your wrists not able to move. He gave you look of — does it hurt? — a smile gracing his lips when you shook your head.

Micheal slowly pulled you down, making sure to not hurt you as he made the position more comfortable for you. He leaned down and kissed your lips in a slow, gentle pace, his hands spread on the bedsheets on both sides of your form as he kissed you. You let out a soft whine as he kissed you, your arms jerking a bit as you tried to touch him. He let out a soft chuckle from your actions, knowing that you were a bit irritated with the handcuffs that wouldn't let you move. He pulled back from the kiss to breathe, enjoying the way that your body was trembling under him when he hadn't even done anything. You looked so fucking pretty to Micheal as you stared up at him with pleading eyes, frustrated tears welling up in your eyes as they threatened to fall. Micheal looked at the tears in your eyes, his eyes growing darker as the possessiveness he felt got stronger, everything in him telling him to make you cry so you knew that you only belonged to him.

Micheal stepped away from the bed, finally stripping out of his clothes. Once he had his everything else except his boxers off, he breifly palmed himself through his boxers before taking them off, his cock pink and the veins bulging. You stared at him with hunger, watching as he slowly stroked his hard cock with his spit, his eyes full of hunger as he stared at your body. He stopped stroking himself and walked back to your spread out body that was on the bed, sitting in between your spread legs with a small smirk. He maintained eye contact as he gently rubbed himself up and down your bare pussy, gathering your arousal.

Your pussy was absolutely drenched, the small puddle on the bedsheets now a bit bigger from how wet you were. Micheal lined himself up with your hole before looking at you with a slightly concerned expression, he was silently asking for permission. You nodded, giving him permission to slip inside you. He gave you a soft smile before looking back down at your pussy, bumping his cock into your clit in a teasing manner. The action made you gasp, the gasp turning into a silent scream, the silent scream now a whimper as he slowly pushed himself inside you with a groan.

You whimpered softly as Micheal slowly entered your warm, tight hole, his cock already filling you up even though he wasn't even fully inside you yet. Your head tilted back as a low moan escaped your lips from the feeling of his cock filling you up more, a soft whimper escaping your lips as your hands gripped the leather cuffs. Micheal slowly leaned forward, softly shushing you as an attempt to comfort you.

"you're 'kay dear, 'm almost there.." Micheal whispered as he leaned forward, kissing your cheek. He slammed fully into you with a groan, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss to swallow the loud cry that escaped your puffy lips. He kept himself all the way inside your hole, staying still so you could get used to his size. It still amazed Micheal how tight you were despite having sex with him almost everyday. Micheal looked down at your smaller form, watching how your tits were so exposed as your head tilted back a little, your lips parted as soft whimpers slip out. Micheal kept still, waiting for your permission to move.

The pain from Micheal's size subsided, the pain now pleasure. You moved your hips up as best as you could to test out the feeling of him, a low moan escaping your lips as you rested your head on a pillow to look up at Micheal. Micheal looked at you with the silent question for permission, getting a nod from you. Micheal slowly thrusted forward, a low groan escaping his lips from the feeling of how tight your cunt was. The action made you moan, the soft noise making Micheal twitch inside your cunt. He kept a slow pace for now, the knot in your tummy from earlier coming back.

Micheal looked at you with lustful eyes as he slowly thrusted into you, keeping the pace agonizingly slow so he could make you beg for him. It worked, soon enough you were a babbling mess of — "please, faster-! need you, daddy!" or "harder, daddy-! s- so good..!" — with small whimpers and whines escaping your lips, the desperation for him overwhelming your body, soul, and mind.

Micheal let out a low growl, an actual growl, finally setting the pace to a quicker one with his hips slamming into yours as he thrusted harder into your tight hole, the hard thrusts making you cry out and moan. Micheal stared down at your body, the possessive feelings getting overwhelming as he slid one of his hands to your throat and gripped it firmly, the grip still gentle though. Micheal pulled out, leaving just his tip inside you before slamming into you. He kept doing that until he heard you moan louder than you had earlier, almost making him go feral.

"that's right, moan for me." Micheal growled lowly, his hips slamming into yours in a harder pace as his larger body hunched over your smaller form. Your body shook as you felt the orgasm that was denied earlier approach much faster than before. Micheal could feel your cunt tightening on him, making him groan lowly as he slammed into you even harder.

"that's right darlin', cum for daddy. i want to feel you cum on my cock." He groaned lowly, his hand on your throat tightening a bit more. The grip wasn't too tight, just enough to make you a little lightheaded and brain hazy. As if on cue, the knot in your tummy snapped, a silent scream on your lips as your back arched off the bed and your head tilted back as you laid on the pillow. You came hard, your whole body practically trembling as you came, the feeling making Micheal groan. Micheal couldn't handle it anymore, his hips now slamming into yours hard as he thrusted into you with abandon, low growls and groans escaping his lips.

"fuck, such a good slut f' me. you're mine, darlin'." Micheal growled lowly, leaning down and capturing your lips in a rough kiss as he thrusted into you impossibly harder. "cum f' me again, dear. need to feel you again." Micheal groaned into the kiss, running his tongue across your bottom lip — asking for permission. You kept your lips closed with a soft giggle, making Micheal growl lowly. He thrusted sharply into you, making you gasp slightly. He took the chance and dove his tongue into your mouth, taking control of the kiss as he explored your mouth with his tongue. Micheal pulled away from the kiss and gripped your hips tightly with both hands, slamming into you harder — if that was even possible — his cock hitting your g-spot with each thrust.

The pleasure was overwhelming for you, making you cum again with a cry. Your body shook under Micheal's grip as you came, your head tilting back, your back arching off the bed, and your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Micheal looked down at your body as you came, speeding up his thrusts as he slammed into you even harder.

"i'm goin' to make you mine forever, baby.." Micheal whispered as he leaned down next to your ear, his breathing heavy as he fucked you through your orgasm. The overstimulation was too much for your body, making you cum again as you practically screamed from the overwhelming painful pleasure of Micheal's thrusts and the overstimulation you were experiencing. Micheal's thrusts got sloppy as he chased his orgasm, slamming into you harder a few times before he slammed himself fully inside you.

Micheal stayed still as he came inside you with a low groan, the groan sounding a lot like a growl. His cum filled you up to the brim, a low moan escaping your lips as your tummy felt scorching hot from how much cum was inside you. Micheal stared down at your body, watching how full your cunt looked with his cock fully inside you. You looked absolutely beautiful with his cock stuffed inside you so deeply. Micheal stayed in place for a few minutes, enjoying how it felt to have you so full of him inside you.

Eventually Micheal slowly pulled out of you, watching how his cum dripped out of your cunt and fell onto the bedsheets that were under you. He looked up at you, watching how you were starting to get sleepy and drowsy. Micheal leaned forward and untied the belt, throwing it across the room, not caring where it went. He then unbuckled the handcuffs, kissing your wrists to comfort you. He got off the bed, walking into the connected bathroom and grabbing a soapy washcloth to clean you up. He walked back over to you and slowly cleaned you up, gently rubbing your waist with one hand while his other one cleaned your cunt. Micheal picked you up bridal style, taking you to the bathroom and letting you use the restroom alone as he switched out the bedsheets and the comforters. Micheal carried you out of the bathroom as you yelled out his name, setting you back on the bed. He gave you a change of black panties but helped you put on his black "Nirvana" shirt that you basically swimmed in and helped you put on pajama shorts.

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You and Micheal had been cuddling on your bed, the movie "Bolt" playing softly in the background. Your head laid on Micheal's chest as you watched the movie, not noticing how Micheal was grabbing something very special..

"baby, let's go get some snacks." Micheal offered, although it was more like commanded, making you grin. Micheal slowly got up and held out his hand, smiling when he felt your hand in his. He led you to the kitchen, helping you walk since you were still a bit sore. He gently grabbed your waist and sat you up on the countertop, pecking your nose before walking over to a cabinet and grabbing a box of chocolate he bought for you.

♪ a/n: you can choose any candy ya want, i just put chocolate so i don't have to do the fav food abbreviation <3.

Micheal handed you the chocolate, chuckling softly at how excited you got from seeing it. He watched as you opened it, slowly pulling out the small box with a ring inside it and getting down on one knee as he took the opportunity of you not looking to ask the big question once you looked back at him.

You stared at the note in the box of chocolates in shock, reading the handwritten words with tears of happiness already welling up in your eyes.

♪ a/n: the text below is the note and it's corny as hell, i know it is. but it's fanfiction, wth did you expect?💀 bruhh, i'm not even good at love notes, so it's even more corny and worst than most😭😭

Baby, these three years have been the best years of my life and I want the rest of my years to be the best too. You always make me so happy, before I met you.. my life was dark and had no light, it was endless darkness. You are my light, my amazing and beautiful light. I love you, darling. look in front of you for a surprise, my love.

yours forever,

Micheal A.

You finally looked back at Micheal, a soft gasp escaping your lips as you saw him on his knee and the beautiful clear diamon ring in the small box he was holding. You covered your hand with one hand to stop the sobs of happy tears wrack through your body, your whole being now filled with overwhelming happiness and your love for Micheal. You nodded quickly, setting the box of chocolates to the side and hugging him as he stood up, his larger form in between your legs. You hugged Micheal tightly, the sobs wracking through your body as he gently stroked your back and gently kissed your hair. After you had finally calmed down, you looked back up at him with a soft smile. He smiled back and leaned down again, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss as he slid the ring onto your ring finger. The motion made you smile into the kiss, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and deepening the kiss.

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You were excited about your future with Micheal, you absolutely loved this man. You loved Micheal Afton, the most important person in your life who thought he didn't deserve your love. He loved you and you loved him, you were happy with your life now..

#micheal afton #michael afton smut #michael afton x reader #fnaf micheal #fnaf smut #afton family #first smut imagine #smut in general #i wish i had micheal as a boyfriend tbh #first official post #smut is life #help what do i do #idk how to tag lmao #this sucks😭

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hivemuthur · 2 months ago

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I just wanted to say how appreciative I am that someone has called out the infantilization of Viktor’s character. It makes zero sense to me, and also kinda insulting as someone who struggles with illness and is also antisocial with that also being always paired with ‘oh you’re obviously sheltered and stupid right’

like he’s a literal scientist what do you mean he doesn’t at least know the basics of sex if we want to say he’s a virgin let alone freaky shit that I myself (as a virgin) know quite a bit about cause I researched (like what I’m sure a very smart scientist would do👀). it’s also kinda weird he can’t just be a normal sexual being like aside from dom/sub crap, he’s kinda fetishized in a lot of writing for both sides of the spectrum cause I personally don’t love the hardcore stuff on either side it’s super unsettling. That’s why your writing is enjoyable for me cause yes you lean more on the ‘dom Viktor’ spectrum, but you still have so much complexity in the dynamic that it’s not always who’s in ‘charge’ but the actual relationship between them and the softness you portray that they have for each other is just ‘chefs kiss’ I just think it’s really great writing honestly. So anyway I just wanted to say (the super long version) I appreciate your writing and opinions thank you <33

Hi Anon! Thank you, I'm very glad you enjoy my writing and that you think Viktor has some dignity in it, even when we put him in situations.

Infantilization IS a sexual fetish, and a valid one for that matter, and while it's not taken out of context and consensual on both sides it's pretty much ok, it just doesn't align with my own personal HC about Viktor -> the discourse in which his curiosity would be overshadowed by his disability. Disabled people are hot and fuck, and that's it. Like you, I also knew a lot before having sex for the first time. And yeh, it's just me, I don't like my men whimpering from the start, I like to see them whimper DESPITE being on the dominant side.

Furthermore, I think if we are to fetishize someone, fictional characters are the safest bet. And it's fun, and it's interesting. Personally, I don't read Dom/sub stuff as 'crap', it's a completely valid form of sexuality, just like vanilla. I don't like the 'normal' label on sex that is non-kinky, because it underlines that there is something wrong with the d/s dynamics. There isn't. It's totally ok to want to give away/take over control in bed and it doesn't really matter what form it adopts. It can be very healing. As long as both partners can consciously consent it's basically all good. When I write, I am mostly interested in the emotional aspect of it and how it impacts the rest of character's lives, but I know not everyone is and some people just want to read some kinky porn and that's fine, it's a form of entertainment. Reading smutty fanfiction is probably one of the very few ethical ways to consume pornography anyway.

My irk is out of context fetish-cruising and giving fetishes some false representations, but again - that's just me. You know, that part where characters feel guilty for having a fetish in the first place. I've learned to block accounts and hide tags that don't rock my boat. When I can't see it it can't hurt me. Also, 'hardcore' is a pretty subjective territory, it all depends on our adrenaline tolerance. I have done some crazy shit in my life and some of it stayed with me as my personal-favourite bed activities. I don't like sexual judgement and purity culture. Just as I don't judge people who are vanilla as 'repressed,' I don't want to be judged as 'unsettling' or 'weird.'

So yeh, I do fetishize Viktor. Mostly as a person who is curious about pushing boundaries and who is on the dominant side of things. I am good with him being represented as ace, sub, or a virgin, as long as it's done well, all of those representations are valid and people clearly need them if such media exists. And again, it's subjective, it's just my taste in writing/reading. I don't like him infantilized out of context, but I would read it as harmful if done with any character honestly.

But I live solemnly by fetishization of people. That thing where you are down bad for someone so hard, when you love them so much, everything they do is hot. And you take them apart and adore each part of them, from their toes to the tip of their head, and you stare at them when they are asleep because you can't believe how fucking lucky you are. What is it, if not fetish? Love is fetish to me.

#asks #viktor hcs #viktor headcanons #sort of #this is me a die hard gamer #everything has to have lore #sex has to have lore or I'm not interested

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Good Omens Fic List

At this point, I have produced 11 20 Good Omens fics. If that's the sort of thing you enjoy, peruse my catalog! All these are Crowley/Aziraphale, and most feature angst, cathartic love confessions, and smut (though not all). Have a suggestion? Love one of them? Let a girl know. I love doing this, and I love connecting with people who care about this universe as much as I do. I truly hope you enjoy!

See AO3 for full tags.

No Nightingales (T, 14.7k) Post S2 - It's been a year since Aziraphale left Crowley on Earth and neither of them are faring very well. A moment of crisis brings them together again, and this time it's up to Aziraphale to save Crowley. Plot heavy, mature themes but no sexual content.

No End (E, 29.7k) After the Second Coming, there is a new order in Heaven. Crowley is found, punished, and assigned to an angel for permanent imprisonment. He thought he wouldn't feel anything ever again, but then he meets the angel assigned to him. Long, plotty, references to torture and eventual smut.

Whatever You Want (E, 3.5k) Smutty little sequel to No Nightingales but can absolutely be read as a standalone. Aziraphale works through some guilt and Crowley works through some wish fulfillment. Gentle and loving first time.

Something I Can Do For You (E, 3.2) Post-bullet catch (1941), Aziraphale grapples with the implications of realizing he is in love with his best friend. Lighthearted, loving, slightly desperate first time.

Quite Sure (E, 2.7k) Can be imagined as a sequel to Something I Can Do for You, but doesn't rely on it in any way. Established relationship set 10 years after the bullet catch. Considers when Crowley fell for Aziraphale, featuring meditations on the whole thing with Job and sweet lovemaking, with Aziraphale taking care of Crowley.

Worship in the Bedroom (E, 3.6k) Post-S2 - Aziraphale is back from Heaven and he and Crowley are hiding from Heaven and Hell. No plot really, but lots of worshipful, healing, sensual sex, with Crowley working through some angst and being cared for as he deserves.

The Whole Darn World Seemed Upside Down (E, 5.2k) Post-S1 - Crowley has unresolved feelings he needs to work through. If only he were good at the whole vulnerability thing. Angst and mild conflict, followed by love confessions and...well you know.

Tempt Me (E, 6k) Set in an unspecified future when they figure it all out and are happy together. A fun little romp with Aziraphale being very into Crowley tempting him. Like VERY into it. Light dom/sub elements.

If You Like (E, 4.4k) Set the night of the failed S1 Armageddon. Aziraphale goes back to Crowley’s flat and both of the boys are forced to deal with some long-repressed feelings. If only they were better at talking. Angst-heavy, especially for Crowley.

Worth Knowing (E, 3.6k) Sequel to If You Like set after the Ritz. Aziraphale thought everything would change after they slept together, but everything seems to have gone back to normal. If Crowley isn't going to do anything about that, Aziraphale will. Happy ending! Loving, soft, sweet, love confessions.

Flashes of Love (G, 3.2k) NO SEX TOTALLY WHOLESOME. Set a few weeks after the averted Second Coming (which all worked out fine) in a world where they are happy and together. Aziraphale has an inkling that Crowley may be able to sense and share angelic love in a way most demons can’t. Crowley agrees to give it a shot.

Forgive Me (E, 1.6k) LOTS OF SEX NOT AT ALL WHOLESOME. Post S2 - Aziraphale muses on what he should want from Crowley, and what he actually wants. Both rough and gentle sex follows, entirely imagined by Aziraphale. Heavy angst, please check tags.

My Angel (E, 2k) Companion to Forgive Me, from Crowley's perspective. Pieces can be read in either order or independently. What he should want his first time with Aziraphale to be, and what he actually wants. Both rough and gentle sex follows, entirely imagined by Crowley. Heavy angst.

Might As Well Do It Properly (E, 5.7k) What if Shax and the demon horde didn't show up at Aziraphale's Regency ball? Maybe Aziraphale would use some leftover magic in the air to do something he's been meaning to do for a long time. Gentle, loving first time (with dancing!).

I Need You (E, 3.8k) What if Crowley and Aziraphale were together before the events of S2? What if Aziraphale left anyway? What if he came back, just for one night? Angsty, sexy.

You Were Right (T, 6.2k) The origin of the apology dance in 1650. Crowley does something that could get them both in a lot of trouble. Aziraphale jumps to some conclusions, and has to try to make up for it. Plotty, pining, sweet. T for some mature themes.

Wherever You Are, I’ll Come to You (G, 5.7k) Just after The Fall, Crawly has no memory of who he is or where he comes from. But he has the funniest idea that he needs to find someone. Descriptions of The Fall, an appearance of Lucifer, and some descriptions of C&A’s relationship as angels.

A Favour (G, 3.1k) Two weeks after their memorable evening in 1941, Aziraphale can't get Crowley out of his mind. Then the demon shows up on his doorstep asking for a favor. Mutual pining abounds. My contribution to the GOMM minisode minibang, written based on the delightful art of elliart7.

Something Dangerous (G, 3.7k) Aziraphale draws Crowley sometimes. Always from memory, and he always destroyed the drawings when they're finished. He can never get his eyes just right though. One day in 1963, he tries again. Just gallons of pining.

The Wrong Thing (E, 8.8k) C&A are hunkered down in the bookshop during London's second COVID lockdown. Aziraphale suggests a little truth or dare to liven up an afternoon. Both truths and dares ensue. Bit of fun, bit of emotion, slightly more than a bit of porn.

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #fanfic #good omens fanfiction #good omens 2 #aziraphale x crowley #ineffable husbands #ineffable divorce

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adhdnursegoat · 10 months ago

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Hey I’m getting into reading smut for the riddler, do you have any recs? Writers or specific smut fics i don’t mind I’ll take anything. (Btw I love your writing)

OMG HELLO ANON!

Thank you so much! I'm sooo glad you enjoy my work. I appreciate your support and interaction!

I have several I'd love to tag!

First, here's a link to my ao3 bookmark page which is just chock full of riddler smut!

Second, here is my 'Best Of' list! I actually had so much fun making this and maybe other people will like it too!

? @caesariawritesstuff has written many lovely oneshots but her magnum opus is Cat & Mouse. Highly recommend it if you're looking for something current, punchy, intricate, well-written, well-thought-out, and just a straight joy to follow. Here is also a link to a collection of her oneshots: Conundrums, Queries, and Quandarys

? @finniestoncrane is one of the more prolific providers of some of the dirtiest, toe-curling, mouth watering smutty oneshots and drabbles for the riddler. They write for other characters but mostly him! >:D My particularly favorite piece by them is Appointment

? @capr1pengu1n has several pieces that I greatly enjoy! I am quite biased but their piece Corrupting the young with your uncivil tongue is my favorite. It was a request I made of them :3 also Twist the knife, like it's something to do is a gem!

? @decaying-words has a small, but delicious and, actually, sweet collection of works called Love Letters to the Riddler. They have not posted since earlier this year, and I hope to see more from them soon!

? @circledemptiness is finally on tumblr! After a two year hiatus, they have posted some new work with plans to do more! I do particularly enjoy their portfolio of all riddler. Check out Merciful!

This is not a definitive list, but these are the main ones I would start with!

Happy reading, my sweet lil goat~!

#ask the goat #my lil goats #ask anon #answered #riddler #batman #edward nigma #arkhamasylum #theriddler #fanfic #riddler fanfiction #arkham knight #fanfiction #comics #riddler smut #ridder x reader #riddler library

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if u ever get the motivation u should write an elle greenaway nsfw alphabet 👀👀👀

omg yesss, what better character to start out with than elle 🫶

nsfw alphabet ☆ elle greenaway

ship elle greenaway x afab!reader

warnings smutty smut smut, oral (giving and receiving), sex toys (dildos, strap-ons, vibrators), biting, mommy kink, masturbation, rough sex, slight exhibitionism, edging, quickies

a/n fun fact: in my textbook for my ethics in psych course, there are these small fictional case studies that you have to read and i kid you not, one of the names for an unethical therapist was "dr. romeo quickie." anyways, enjoy~

A = aftercare (what are they like after sex?)

sometimes when she's feeling a little energetic after sex, she cleans you up with a warm washcloth. but most of the time, you just fall asleep in each other's arms while she whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

B = body part (their favourite body part of theirs and of yours)

she loves her mouth. she quickly noticed that whenever she talks, your eyes tend to fall to her lips and usually she would just say "my eyes are up here, babe." she also loves how her mouth anywhere on your skin just makes you want to do anything for her.

as for you, elle loves your thighs. whenever you two are sitting beside each other, maybe at a restaurant or on the couch watching tv, she tends to gently squeeze your thigh and rub her thumb on your skin. when she goes down on you, she loves to kiss and bite the inside of your thighs.

C = cum (anything to do with cum)

she wants to make you cum before she does so herself. her favourite place to cum on is your face, especially when she sits on it and has you eat her out.

D = dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

she knows how to lap dance...and she's damn good at it.

E = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

oh no doubt about it. with both men and women too! in fact, even if you're also quite experienced, she definitely has a thing or two about sex to teach you.

F = favourite position (this goes without saying)

she loves sitting on your face. although of course, she also likes to seat you on her thigh and have you pleasure yourself by grinding against her.

G = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

she's definitely more serious; her focus is all on you and how to make you feel good. rarely she would make jokes, but during aftercare, she's definitely cracking small sarcastic jokes.

H = hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

she does shave, but she has a small patch of hair that she keeps well-trimmed.

I = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

no rose petals, candles, etcetera, but she is tender and loving, even when she's rough. she's huge on consent, so she always makes sure you're okay with something and praises you when you say yes/no.

J= jack off (masturbation headcanon)

when she's away from you (or vice versa), she touches herself once or twice before she (or you) comes back. although sometimes she would send you videos of her masturbating. of course, if you send her nudes, she can't help it.

K = kink (one or more of their kinks)

she's more of a top, but would be willing to bottom. she also loves marking you with hickies, bites, and more. she likes putting them in places only she can see and kissing them, sometimes even biting the marks to make you writhe.

L = location (favourite places to have sex)

cars. she loves how cramped they can be because it makes you two closer together. it can also get quite heated (literally) and sweaty, and she loves how you can potentially be caught.

M = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

whenever you wear her clothes, especially dresses, she's turned on. she loves seeing you in her clothes (and she loves it even more when she takes them off of you). oh, and when you stand up to a bigot? she praises you for your confidence and absolutely rewards you for how strong you are.

N = nope (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

elle would never hit or hurt you at all. she also would never do edgeplay (i.e. guns and knives). as someone who regularly deals with unsubs, she doesn't want to put you in any danger that could remind her of anything she herself has been through.

O = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

let's be real: elle greenaway is a pussy eating god. she eats you out like a woman starved, and damn it feels so good. and yes, while she does love receiving, she loves giving you as much pleasure as possible.

P= pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

she loves being rough and fast because it makes you loud, but when she slows down, you can bet that it's to edge and make you beg for more.

Q = quickies (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

although she doesn't particularly favour it, quickies are quite common on account of how much she's away with the b.a.u.. she does make the most out of it though, because she does like going fast, but she still prefers to take her time and make you cum again and again.

R = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

knowing elle, she's all about risks. sometimes on days where you're visiting the b.a.u., she likes to tease you by small innuendoes and putting her pen near her mouth. when it's apparent you're hot and bothered, she takes you to the bathroom and eats your pussy out while you struggle to keep your moans to yourself.

S = sexts (yes? no? pictures?)

oh tons and tons of naughty texts are exchanged (phone calls too, which can sometimes escalate to phone sex). pics are definitely sent. when you started sending each other provocative pics, it began with tasteful pictures (clothed or if not clothed, covered with hands; cleavage, thighs, ass, etc.), but over time they escalated to full on nudes.

T= toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

strap-ons are elle's go to for pleasuring you (aside from using her tongue). she has a couple different kinds of dildos that she loves to use on you. she also uses vibrators, both on herself and you.

U = unfair (how much they like to tease)

elle loves to tease and edge you. it's so attractive to her when you beg her to let you cum or touch you. of course, she doesn't want to make it torturous for you, so she has you grind against her mouth/hands/strap-on until you're close...at which point she gives you what you want and makes you orgasm.

V= volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

she moans more than she whimpers. and while she isn't particularly loud, she makes it apparent that she's having a good time by having the sweetest wanton moans.

W = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

as someone who loves control, elle would love it if you decide to be the one in control for a night. she wants you to feel powerful and dominating in the bedroom (she mostly just wants you to ride her face).

X= x-ray (what's going on behind those panties)

again, small patch of hair she keeps neat and trimmed. other than that, her pussy is pretty and you love eating her out.

Y = yearning (how high is their sex drive? how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

with you, sort of medium to slightly high, but when she's away, high as can be. she misses you dearly when she's without you, so when she comes back, be prepared to not walk tomorrow. regularly she can go two to four rounds and she can definitely last a good while.

Z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

she always makes sure you're comfortable and asleep before going to sleep herself. she cares for your wellbeing and wants you to know how much she appreciates and cares for you so after you have sex, you tend to fall asleep to the sound of her softly whispering "good girl, you're so amazing, you did wonderful..."

#★ mdni #★ sei’s headcanons #★ requests for sei #★ sei’s lexicons #★ elle greenaway #x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x you #criminal minds headcanons #elle greenaway #elle greenaway x reader #lola glaudini #fanfic #fanfiction

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I read one of the worst books this year in September and easily the best one in October. Let's start at the top and work our way down! :D

Prince of Fortune (Lisa Tirreno): This is everything I want in my books. 11 out of 10. Perfection. It's soo cute. The characters are so nice, Aubrey is so capable (I really didn't realize how much I am in awe of characters who have simply learned their skills and are using them confidently). Love stories in times of war are usually terrible for my heart (the suffering and fear something might happen to the characters!), but this story managed to not break me not pieces, my heart was just melting the entire time of cuteness and shit. Pretty sure I started smiling from page one and maybe never stopped. The bonds between the family members and friends are nice and the magic and the whole plot works well. Must be one of the few instances where I actually liked the marriage sub-plot (Aubrey's initial reaction was the best). Also no smutty scenes in here, rather the leadup to the fade to black had me squealing (because cute). Highly recommended.

Legend of the White Snake (Sher Lee): Another good one! Not quite the level of Prince of Fortune, but I enjoyed this one as well. I really liked how the author just had to share alle the cool snake facts she knows. xD But also about Chinese history and culture. She (correctly) assumed her readers wouldn't know, so she just explained the important stuff, be it about shrines or garments. Or cultivation. I encountered cultivation before, in the various summaries of Chinese light novels and never understood what it was (because I only read the summaries duh), but it's everywhere! I naively assumed it wouldn't be in here, though, because it's for the Amerian market or something and literally two pages later they started talking about it. xD But it was fine, I finally know now, right. It's a very solid and charming story with just the right amount of everything. Also, another capable young man. /D

Sorcery and Small Magics (Maiga Doocy): Aaand another good one! Three in an row! Nope, this time the main character is not capable. The opposite actually, but he's fun and it's nice to have a slightly diffent type once in while. (He is capable in his own way, though). I had a rough time not reading him as Avra from Runnning Close to the Wind, because they share some qualities. And I completely misjudged the characters ages going into this, thought they'd much older when they're only students. So I had to do some adjusting in my head. :'D It's a fun and vibrant story with an interesting magic concept. Lots of adventure, a very slow romance (which is good), and a really good showdown (love it when things work out like that)! I'm looking forward to the sequel! :)

The Boy who Steals Houses (C.G. Drews): It took me a whole week to get through the 170 pages of Saint Sorrow Sinner (look below) and that was with a 12-hour flight inbetween. Afterwards, I picked up this one and read its 360 pages within five or six hours. That is the difference in quality. I had my sights on the author's new book Don't let the Forest in but was unsure whether I wanted to buy or borrow it, so I picked up the author's previous work. And boy, it is good. There is a little romance, but it's much more about family standing up for each other. I found striking how well it is written even in the long passages when the protagonist is all by himself with no dialogue. Very emotional stuff. Pretty sure, I shed a tear or two towards the end.

A Tale of Two Knights (James Persichetti (Story), L.S. Biehler (art)): I don't usually include the graphic novels that I read, because then why not include manga as well and then we'd never finish. I have things to say about this one, though. Mainly, it's fine as a comic but I think it would have profited from being a novel. There's just not enough time and depth in the early journey. The latter half with the action was fine but the development of the love story is pretty lacking. Cute, yes, still lacking. It's also a bit odd how the title is about the two men, when a lot of (rightful) focus is given to Morgan. In a (well-written) novel, there would have been a lot of possibilities to expand on this. The character art is a little wonky sometimes. Some panels look really good, others are a bit off. I found it very strange that the party does not carry any luggage at all after they give away their horses. Where do you even hide your canteens? Who decided that this is fine and people on a critical mission can continue on without anything? What I really liked, however, was the color schemes. The different places and daytimes are very pretty in their lighting and coloring. All in all, it was fine. Buut I wish it had been more.

When Haru was here (Dustin Thao): I bought the German edition of You've reached Sam and read like 20 pages of it before I put away again because I was not feeling up to it. But when this one came out I had just read two books in a row about depression and grief and was like "What's one more?" It was okayish. Halfway through, I was very frustrated and annoyed, not necessarily with Eric himself but all people around him were just assholes, even Haru, telling him what to do and what not. It redeemed itself towards the end, though, so it was fine.

Saint Sorrow Sinner (The Gideon Testaments 3) (Freydís Moon): This one is not pictured, because we do not support the author here. They had some scandal regarding faking their identity (again) earlier this year, so if you want to know, go look it up, it'll be easy enough to find. I had, however, already purchased this book with the return period just run out and decided I might as well read the end to the trilogy. Maybe I was going in biased because of the author's wrongdoings, but I hated this book. I haaated it, omg. I thought the previous two volumes were interesting. Not easy to read for me, despite their short length, and I disliked the smut scenes in both of them, but there were interesting themes going on. And the action happening at the end of volume 2 had me wanting to read the conclusion. That conclusion was, however, pretty bad. It's short again, yet hardly anything happens except the characters sitting together and eating and bathing. And romancing. That was the thing that put me off so hard. The story is so short, but it needs to include another love story, really? Sophia gets out of the cult and falls for the very first uncoupled human she meets. Hate it! Stories where all characters need to be coupled up. Hate it, hate it! But, oh, of course we also need to do found family. (Really, why not just focus on that.) And it's not just Norse gods anymore and the Christian god and angels, now there's a banshee as well, which is what originally? Irish? But is it actually what is portrayed in the book? Thing is, after the author lied so blatantly about themself, I didn't feel like I could trust anything they write. I don't know anything about religion or being autistic or trans, so I have to take it the way they write it, but I can't trust anymore that this is how those things actually work and that feeling persisted throughout the book and was not a good one.

Two posts more to go before the end of the year!

#yaku reads #books #lgbtq books #queer books #queer lit #bookblr #prince of fortune #legend of the white snake #sorcery and small magics #when haru was here #the boy who steals houses #a tale of two knights #saint sorrow sinner

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ihave-atummyache · 2 years ago

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a couple of friends

Stray Kids Imagine

Summary: there is a thin line between being just friends and being something more. what blurs this line?

18+ !! gets a lil smutty in one of them but nothing too detailed.

-OT8

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sorry for how angsty lee know’s is D:

Bang Chan: holding hands.

“Ugh. I’m getting hot,” You complain, your skin was getting sweaty, causing sand to stick to you. You hear Chan beside you chuckle before getting up and standing in front of you.

“That’s why there’s a whole ocean to cool off in!” He smiles at you and you look behind him. The water really did look quite appealing in this moment.

And so did he. He was stood in front of you in just some swim trunks and sunglasses. He looks stunning against the back drop of the beach and you bite your lip at the sight.

He reaches his hands out to you and you hesitantly accept them as he pulls you to your feet.

"Channie..." you complain but he cuts you off with a finger to your lips, releasing one of your hands but slotting his fingers between yours in the other.

"Aht aht! I don't want to hear the complaints. You just said you were hot so now we have to go in the water!" He tries to reason and you shake your head with a smile.

"This isn't really an 'in the water' bathing suit though," you try to reason, motioning to your skimpy bathing suit. You try to drop back down onto the towel and he tightens his grip on your hand, preventing you from sitting.

"Come on," he starts pulling you towards the water and you laugh behind him as he speeds up.

"Okay! But if I lose a nipple, it's your fault!!" you say from behind him and he chuckles, turning his head towards you.

"I don't think it would be the end of the world for me," he winks and you feel the warm water on your feet a few seconds later.

"Are those two finally together or what?" Seungmin questions as he plops down on your towel next to Felix. Felix shakes his head, catching the attention of Changbin.

"Really?! I'm not sitting here holding hands with my homies," Changbin speaks up and Felix turns his attention to him.

"You literally hold hands with Minho hyung at every chance you get," he says which causes Seungmin to laugh.

"Well that's different. I'm not hoplessly in love with Minho like Chan is with y/n," the three laugh at you and their leader's relationship.

The two of you couldn't care less, well at least you couldn’t. You were perfectly content with this weird flirty energy between the two of you for now, although Chan couldn't completely agree with you.

He wants you to be his, but he doesn't want to rush anything so when he feels an overwhelming urge to kiss you or tell you he loves you, he instead interlaces your fingers to keep himself sane.

Lee Know: hooking up

You always get into your thoughts when you and Minho have sex. It isn't the first time and surely won't be the last but you always find yourself wanting to stop in the middle. Not because you aren't enjoying yourself (because you both know you are) but because reality sets in and it all feels too real.

You want to say you regret making this stupid arrangement with someone you were so close to, but that would be a lie. You were both so sexually frustrated and you proposed the idea of being fuck buddies, half as a joke, but Minho practically jumped at the opportunity.

You have known each other for a while and he felt completely comfortable around you. It was a much better arrangement than hooking up with a stranger and potentially having them ruin his career or life in anyway.

This time, you are in missionary, your legs wrapped around his waist as he pumps in and out of you. Your eyes roll back into your head as his pelvis makes contact with your clit, sending you into even more intense pleasure than previously.

"Look at me, darling," the nickname flows off of his lips and your eyes snap open at the command, immediately meeting his. The nickname makes your stomach fill with butterflies and you want to cry on the spot.

His eyes leave yours for a second, glancing at your lips then back up to your eyes. A rule that you and your best friend had come up with when this agreement began was absolutely no kissing. It would make things too intimate between the two of you.

Which is extremely ironic seeing as you rip each other's clothes off at every second you get. Can it get more intimate then that?

"Stop." you breathe out and he doesn't hesitate to stop at all, his face immediately turns to one of confusion and concern.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you? What's wrong?" he questions and studies your eyes as they fill with tears.

"Baby, are you crying?" You shake your head but your body betrays you as the tears stream down your face. The nickname does not help to ease the internal conflict. You had never cried in front of Minho so he is frozen, unsure of exactly what to do.

"Don't, Minho. Please just...don't," the hot tears stream down your face and you push him off of you, suddenly feeling much too exposed and too vulnerable in your naked state. You quickly grab a t-shirt off the ground that happened to be his and pull it over your head to cover yourself.

You go to stand but suddenly Minho's arms are around you, pulling your back flush to his chest and that's all it takes the the sobs to start racking through your body.

You are so hopelessly in love with your best friend and want nothing more than to hold him, cherish him, love him, and as far as you know, he only wants your body.

Changbin: going on dates

Your text tone rings through the room and you glance over to see a text from Changbin.

'wyd tonight?' it reads and you sit down your book, using both of your hands to type back.

'nothing. just chilling. whats up?' you reply and he quickly types a reply, your text chime going off before you can even pick your book back up.

'now you have plans! dress nice and lets go to that new italian restaurant that just opened' you smile at the text. He never actually asks you to go any where with him. He kind of just tells you what you are going to be doing later and you roll with it.

'pick me up at 7?' you reply, giving yourself an hour and a half to get ready. he likes the message and sends back a quick ‘making the reservation now’ so you head to your room to change and clean yourself up a bit to go on your date to hang out with Changbin.

You settle on a an emerald green, off the shoulder dress. It reflects in the light and is slightly glittery. Changbin also has made comments in the past about how he loves your shoulders so you figure you would give him a little show.

You slip on a thin gold necklace with a small heart pendant and a few gold bracelets, keeping the outfit relatively simple. You slick your hair away from your face and throw on a simple makeup, really just brightening up your features to make it look like you put some effort in.

You look at yourself in the mirror and smooth down your dress a few times before you hear a knock at your door. You glance over at your clock, he is 30 minutes early, very like him.

"Come in!" You call from the doorway of your room before heading back in to put finishing touches on. You hear the code being beeped into your door and soon you hear Changbin kicking his shoes off by the door.

You glance in the mirror one more time before walking out to the living room, where you assume he would be. However, he isn't. Instead, you hear commotion in the kitchen and enter, seeing the back of your friend's head.

"Hi, Binnie," he jumps slightly at your voice and turns to you, "Hi, you look gorgeous," his eyes rake your body and try to do the same but his hands catch your eyes.

He is holding a vase with a bouquet of a combination of your favorite flowers. He had found the vase in your cabinet and put the flowers in while you finished getting ready. He sets the vase down on your island and walks towards you.

He had on all black, a dress shirt and suit jacket with matching slacks. He looks clean and so very handsome.

"How did I get such a pretty best friend?" he questions and reaches out, pinching your cheek. Your heart strains and you feel like you could be sick.

'Best friend'. You almost forgot that you were the one hopelessly in love with your best friend. But if he wasn't in love with you, why would he insist on bringing you on all these dates and not one of his other friends? You can’t help but hold onto the sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, he feels the same.

Hyunjin: give each other cute nicknames

You were sitting with your back to the entrance waiting on a few of your friends to arrive at the coffee shop you and your best friend were at. It was a large group of friends but the only friend on your mind was Hyunjin. You love your other friends, don’t get me wrong, but Hyunjin just sent your head spinning every time you had a conversation or laid eyes on him.

He was everything you could ever want. He is kind, caring, emotionally competent, and he is so gentle with you. Not to mention he is quite literally the most handsome man you have ever laid eyes on.

"No! I disagree," your best friend sitting across from you speaks up, snapping you out of your thoughts. You had drifted off into your own thoughts about Hyunjin again and forgotten what the conversation was about.

You blink at your best friend a few times and she rolls her eyes, "Daydreaming about Hwang Hyunjin again?" she smirks and you roll your eyes in response.

"Never," you insist

"Always," she counters and before you can say anything else, the bell to the shop's entrance rings. You turn around and your group of friends is walking in, all boys and, of course, Hyunjin.

"Hi, beautiful," Hyunjin slides into the booth next to you before anyone else can and quickly makes his arm comfortable along the top of the booth behind you. His warmth surrounds you and your breath hitches in your throat.

You don’t resist the urge to lean into him a bit and pat his thigh gently a few times under the table.

"Hello, my prince," you tease back, letting out a new nickname that you hadn't used yet. You let out a laugh at his shocked expression. He turns back to the group, his side profile exposed to you and you see the small smirk forming.

"My prince..." he breathes out, quietly and you nudge him, turning back to the conversation at the table.

“You can’t say things like that to me, princess,” he mirrors your nickname, leaning in to whisper in your ear and you smile.

“You like being a prince?” you inquire quietly turning to face him again

“No. I like being yours,” he says, seriously while holding eye contact with you. You blink a few times then turn to your best friend across from you when she clears her throat.

"Nice of you two to stop flirting and join the conversation," your best friend comments and you kick her under the table gently.

"We weren't flirting," You and Hyunjin reply at the same time.

His friend on the other side of him leans forward and looks at the two of you as he speaks, "Yeah because I call all my friends by cute nicknames every time I talk to them," he says and shakes his head, falling back into his seat.

Your neck and face heat up and you shake your head, chuckling, "Anyways!"

Han: giving expensive gifts

"I can't wait to see you again. Can't you just buy a plane ticket right now?" Han whines over the phone and you let out a laugh.

"I wish I could, Hannie. I miss you too," you reply and smile at the small pout on his face. He never knew if his constant flirting was getting to you or not so he hasn't confessed...but then again neither have you. Because his flirting has surely been getting to you and has since you met him.

"Why can't you?" he questions and you shake your head, he knows why you can't.

"I have work and other responsibilities here," you reply and rest your chin in the palm of your hand while looking at Jisung.

"Just quit your job. I'll pay for everything," he tries, big eyes round and sparkly.

"You already pay for everything! You get me anything I want. Even when I tell you not to!" You cry out and he shrugs, his face lighting up.

"Actually, now that you mention it, I did get you a gift while we were in Paris," he says, a bright smile on his face.

"Han Jisung!" You protest but he stands and walks out of the camera frame. You shake your head and look at yourself in the camera, making sure you still look good before he comes back.

Your eyes catch sight of the necklace you already have on, a gift from Jisung. It was a thin gold Van Cleef necklace he had gotten you for your birthday. It has a small clover on it with your favorite stone. You hadn't even heard of the brand until you saw the box and later looked it up.

"I'll give you a little hint, but I won't tell you what it is, okay?" His voice speaks from off camera and you roll your eyes.

"I'm waiting for an answer," he sing songs from off the screen and you sit back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Fine. You need to stop buying me so many gifts!" You object and start hearing him dig through his luggage and bags.

"But I always imagine how pretty you would look in everything I get you," he counters and you blush, fighting the smile off your face.

"You don't think I'm pretty without your expensive gifts?" You tease, trying to fish a compliment out of Jisung.

"You're pretty no matter what. You could be wearing a trash bag and still probably be the only girl that catches my eye," he confesses and chuckles before sitting down.

You try to keep the expression off your face to seem unfazed by the comment but honestly, your heart was about to jump out of your mouth.

"Okay here's your hint," he holds up a red box and across the front in cursive is the word 'Cartier'. Your jaw drops again at the hint and grab your chest.

"Oh my gosh, Jisung!" you pause and blink at his smiling face a few times, "What am I going to do with you," you put your head into your hands and try to stop the room spinning.

A few weeks later, you can bet that you have a post on your social media, the beautiful and iconic Cartier bracelet adorning your wrist.

The last picture you post is just of your wrist and hand holding a cup of coffee, giving a clear view of the beautiful piece of jewelry.

felix: cuddle

"Nooooo. I'm not happy yet," you insist and wrap your legs around Felix's waist, preventing him from leaving your koala grip.

He uses his arms to try to push himself off of you but you just wrap tighter, you were either coming with him or he would have to cuddle with you until you were satisfied.

"Oh yeah? But you stopped crying ten minutes ago," he clocks your deceit and you roll your eyes at the comment. He was kind of right, you definitely did feel much better than you did when he walked in on you crying earlier.

"Just because I'm not crying, doesn't mean I feel better," you try to reason and he sighs, falling back against you. He pushes his hands under the small of your back to hold you closer to him, even though you were laying completely on his arms, he couldn't imagine a more comfortable position to be in.

In all honesty, he only wanted to get away from you because the smell of you and intimacy that you craved, only from him, made his mind and heart race.

And maybe all the blood in his body wash rushing to where he wanted you most. He sighs as you bring a hand up to play in his hair.

"Do you want to talk about it now?" He inquires, his arms wrapping impossibly tighter around you and you nod.

"It's just my boss being an asshole. I feel like she is just always out to get me and I have never done anything to her or anyone else at work for that matter!" you speak out, frustration bubbling over, but you take a deep breath before continuing.

"It feels like she singles me out every single day and compliments everyone else but nitpicks every single thing I do. You know what I mean?" you ask, pausing your hand in his hair for him to give you some indication that he is listening. He nods and mumbles out a quick 'mhm' to let you know he is listening.

"It's so frustrating because even on group projects, she somehow only has issues with the parts that I do or initiate or present! At this point it feels like she's trying to force me to quit so that she doesn't have to fire me before she leaves. She's doing all this bitching and moaning and is literally retiring in a month!" you complain again and you feel Felix's thumbs trying to relax you by rubbing the small of your back. This did in fact help to ease the forming tension.

"Maybe she wants you in her position. Have you thought about that?" he asks quietly and your hand stops in his hair again as you ponder the question.

His sits up and rolls off you, laying to the side of you and propping his head up in one hand as he studies your face. He sees your furrowed brows and your teeth gently chewing on your lip as you think about what he just said. He throws an arm over your torso to try to get your attention away from your own head.

"What if she is being hard on you because she is trying to prepare you to take her spot once she leaves," he proposes and you smile, turning your head to face him.

"Felix! You are an angel! How is it that you always know exactly the right words to say?" you throw an arm around his neck and pull him into an awkward hug.

"Thank you. You're the best friend I have ever had," you speak lowly into his ear and he bites down on his lip, trying to numb the pain in his chest at your words.

"Y-yeah what are best friends for," he chuckles, trying to sound unbothered, but every time you called him your friends he can’t help feeling like he gets another stab in the heart.

Seungmin: sharing everything

"Minnie! Minnie! Minnie!" You come bouncing into the practice room and he turns his head immediately at the sound of your voice.

Hyunjin is sitting at the front of the room on his phone and looks up at you as well, "Hi, y/n," he smiles and you wave politely in return.

"Hi, Jinnie," you reply and rush over to Seungmin who is standing by the computer.

"Try this! I think this is the best take out I have ever had," you say with a huge excited smile on his face and he can't help but mirror your excitement because of how cute you are.

You get some food on the fork, making sure to get every bit that he needs to taste at the same time before bringing it up to his mouth. He opens his mouth and lets you feed him.

"Mmm!" he exclaims, bringing a hand up to his mouth as he chews, his eyes growing wide. He grabs a napkin that you had in your hand and wipes his face, handing it back to you.

"So good right!" you grab the napkin and go to join Hyunjin in the front of the room. You plop down next to him and eat some more of the takeout, using the same napkin Seungmin had used to wipe your own face.

"You two are so cute," Hyunjin comments and you both look over at him in confusion.

Seungmin is confused because he knows Hyunjin knows how he feels about you. He had confessed to his friend on many occasions that he was absolutely infatuated with everything about you.

You are confused because you thought you were hiding your gigantic crush on Seungmin much better than you apparently were.

"Sharing stuff all the time. It's cute. You even have his hoodie on right now and he's using your pink water bottle that you left at the house," he comments and motions over to Seungmin as he takes a sip of water.

He was in fact using your favorite refillable water bottle and you were in fact wearing his hoodie. You smile and try to convince the blush rising to your face to go away.

"We're just being nice to each other, Hyunjin," Seungmin says and glances over at you to gauge your reaction. "Sharing is caring," he finishes.

You meet his gaze for a moment before turning to Hyunjin and shrugging.

"I like to share with him. It feels right because of how...close we are," you choose your words carefully and Seungmin turns around to start the music again, trying to hide the smile that was creeping onto his face.

"Can I actually have a sip of that water," you say across the room and Seungmin chuckles, rolling the bottle to you. You take a sip while he watches at you over his shoulder, a smirk on his lips. He shakes his head and presses play on the music.

I.N: feed each other

You are the acts of service type, at least when it comes to Jeongin. He is one of those people that you always feel like you need to take care of. He is perfectly capable of taking care of himself but as soon as he drops something or stumbles or complains about being hungry, you can't help but help him.

He is easy to baby for some reason and he doesn’t seem to mind when you do baby him. At least not as viscerally as he does when his bandmates do it.

"Innie, are you hungry?" You ask from your spot on the couch. He hums in response with a nod of his head, never taking his eyes off the game on the screen. You two have been playing a new game and you quickly got bored but he is still invested.

"Okay. I'm going to make some food," you reply and stand, making your way to the kitchen. You make a quick snack, something to hold you both over until dinner and return to sit with him.

You had settled on chocolate covered strawberries and whip cream. This was a favorite snack between the two of you to satisfy both of your sweet tooths.

"I got your favorite," you announce walking back in to the room and Jeongin glances over at your hands quickly to see what you brought.

"Ooo, good choice," he nods and turns back to the tv screen when he heard shots ringing into the air.

"Open wide," you let out as you dip a strawberry into some whip cream. He follows your order and you pop the strawberry into his mouth. Some whip cream gets on the side of his mouth and you waste no time, swiping it away with your thumb and licking the whip cream away from your finger.

He side eyes into your direction as you gently suck on his thumb and you can see his Adam's apple bop up and down. You take turns eating a strawberry then giving one to Jeongin for a little while before you get full.

"Ugh. I can't eat anymore or I won't be able to eat at that restaurant later," you confess and dip the last strawberry in chocolate, "Open," he obeys immediately and this time some of the chocolate gets on his bottom lip.

You reach your pointer finger out and push the drop of chocolate into his mouth, your finger gently meeting his tongue. He sucks the chocolate off and grabs your wrist, turning to face you.

"You're in dangerous territory, princess," he leans closer, his eyes darting to your lips then back to your eyes. He clears his throat and turns back to the game but you are stuck frozen in place because never have you ever had butterflies for your best friend until this very moment.

Or have you?

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A/N ::: I'm so fuckin' pissed at Tumblr right now. I had everything all done and the fucking thing wouldn't post. So, here's the bare bones of what I had.

MDNI UNDER THE CUT

THIS IS SMUTTY AND FLUFFY. IT'S FLUT. PLEASE JOIN ME IN ADDING THIS TO THE READILY AVAILABLE TAGS.

I LOVE THIS MAN. I NEED THIS MAN IN SO MANY WAYS I'VE LOST COUNT.

PLEASE ENJOY THIS. GIVE KAFKA THE LOVE HE DESERVES.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING.

WC ::: JUST OVER 800.

"Ay-yo! Just what do you think you're doing? Mm, miss? I don't think my lady would appreciate you grabbing my ass like that. Especially since she's not around to defend what's hers." Kafka batted your hand away from his chest after you lightly smacked his cute little butt.

"Oh hush. If your 'lady' had any clue as to just how much of a stud muffin you are, she'd never take her sights off of that sexy dad bod you've got going on here." You climbed into the shower and stood behind him, pressing your still dry breasts against his soaking back.

"D-dad bod? But I - we - there are no kids. I don't have kids. I - we haven't even talked about having kids." He sounded like he was starting to panic.

"Calm down. Calm ..." You ran your hands from the fronts of his shoulders down his chest and lightly scratched his upper thighs with your nails, "down."

You felt him tense up beneath your fingertips before he pushed your hands away and turned to face you.

"Look, Miss...?" He backed you up against the shower wall and pressed his erection to your own cute, pudgy belly. "Eh, y'name's not important. I'll forget it anyway because my heart belongs to another. But I'm gonna make damn sure you never forget who I am."

Kafka grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head and he held them there with one hand. His other hand traced the swell of the outline of your left breast.

"Keep your hands there. Don't move them until I tell you to do so. Understood? Miss?" He was speaking so closely to your ear that you could feel the breath behind his words.

You nodded, looking a little taken aback by his behavior.

He grabbed your right thigh with his hand and hiked your leg up over his hip and pressed into you. You felt everything.

Kafka slid his hand from your thigh to your backside and lifted your other leg up to wrap around his waist. He slowly lowered you onto his cock, watching your face all the while.

"Miss, you're so tight. Can't say I've ever experienced anything quite like this before. Damn, heh."

You gasped as he fully buried himself inside of you. The warm water was making the entire experience even more enjoyable.

"I told you not to move, Miss. What part of that didn't you understand?" He growled at you.

Kafka shifted his hips and thrust himself into you with such force that you had to bite your lip to keep from screaming. His hands gripped your backside so tightly that you were sure he was going to leave bruises.

"Oh fuck!" You cried out, trying to free your hands from his grip.

"Ah, ah, ah. No. You stay right there." He bit down on your shoulder, drawing a moan from you.

Kafka continued to slam into you, and you could feel yourself starting to tremble from the intensity everything.

"K-Kafka! I-I'm gonna ... oh shit! Oh my god!" You tried to pull your arms away from him, but he wouldn't let go.

"Hold it. Not yet." He moved his hips in a circular motion, grinding into you.

"Please! Please, Kafka! Let me cum! Please!" You begged him.

"Alright. Go ahead, Miss. Cum for me." He released your wrists and held on to your hips with both hands, pushing himself deeper and deeper into you.

You dug your nails into his back and screamed his name as you finally released the tension that had been building inside of you.

"Ah, hah hah hah! Fuck, Kafka! Fuck!" You continued to moan as he slowed down his pace and gently slid out of you.

"That's it, Miss. That's a good girl." He groaned as he reached his own orgasm. You could feel him cum hard inside of you. Your walls pulsating around his throbbing dick.

He wrapped his arms around you and held you close, kissing your neck and shoulders. "Was that too rough? I didn't hurt you, did I, kitten?"

You were still trying to catch your breath. But you smiled and shook your head no, "Mm - Kafka, that was so hot. And where did you get the idea to call me 'Miss?'" You found yourself blushing, even after all of that you two just did.

"Mm-mm-mm. Jus' came to me. You uh, you liked it, huh?"

"Kafka, you were amazing." You pulled away from him and looked him in the eyes. "You are amazing."

He smiled and kissed you on the lips and gave your butt a playful smack.

You reached for the body wash and started to soap yourself up.

"I don't know about that, Miss. There's something about you that I find strangely irresistible." He winked at you.

"You are talking about me, right? You must be crazy." You teased him.

"Nah, just crazy happy."

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 2 years ago

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heya, i absolutely love your writing. seriously, it’s amazing!!

so i was wondering if i could request a larissa scenario where the reader can shapeshift. i was wondering if they could do it in a semi-public area eg car sex or event bathroom. maybe have larissa tease them publicly? eg. stroking their thigh, maybe even sitting on reader (non sexual but still in a teasing manner).

it could go as: larissa has to go to an event, can bring wife so she does. she keeps teasing r all night long and then r just can’t take it anymore.

Hi hi hi anon! Absolutely!! I love this idea 🥰 Thank you for your request, and thank you for your patience. Hope you Enjoy ♥️

Dinner Party Deals ~Larissa Weems xFem Wife!Shapeshifter!Reader

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smutty smut smut, shapeshifting d!cks (g!p), Hand jobs, blow jobs, d!ck riding, car sex, restroom sex, semi-public sex, teasing, pet names, etc.

Enjoy (;

“Oh Darling, Please do come with me…” Larissa cooed, batting her eyes at you.

“To the Mayor’s campaign dinner party…?” You clarified, displaying your disinterest.

“Yes. It would be far more enjoyable with you there…” she promised, stepping closer to you and caressing your check, “And… I’ll make it worth your while when we get back home…” she husked.

Shivers ran down your spine as you gazed into her piercing blue eyes.

How could you deny this woman anything?

“Ok…” you managed to say, nodding in agreement.

Larissa then stepped back, clasping her hands together.

“Wonderful! Well, we’ll need to get dressed and leave soon if we plan to be on time…” the blonde exclaimed, then mumbled.

You nodded along and smiled.

“And one more thing, Darling…” she spoke, her tone becoming hushed.

“What…?” You curiously asked.

Larissa’s lips suddenly kissed yours for what felt like a fraction of a second, pulling away until she was mere inches from your skin.

“I want you packing tonight…” she whispered mischievously, before pulling away.

You blushed and nodded, rendered semi-speechless once again.

“I… alright.” You stammered.

Larissa smiled brightly at your agreement.

You two then finished your separate work, before you started getting dressed. You out on your go-to suit and waited for Larissa downstairs. You also shapeshifted your core as your wife had requested. Larissa then came down. She was wearing a stunning blue, wrap around dress. Your eyes couldn’t get enough. It hugged her curves in all the right way.

“Oh my…” you breathed out, your heart already racing “you look… breath taking, just beautiful…”

Larissa blushed at your words, coming over to give you a thank you kiss.

“Thank you, Darling.” She purred, “Although I’m sure you cannot wait to take it off of me later this evening…” she breathed huskily down your neck.

Chills ran down your spine at the blonde’s words. Sparks of electricity washed over you and right down to your currently very apparent member. You cleared your throat and regained your composure, and you were ready to go, trying to play your reaction off as nothing.

But Larissa knew she had gotten to you…

The drive wasn’t so bad at first. You were driving while Larissa gave you the download on who would be there. But quite quickly, it became harder and harder to concentrate as her hand began to wander and draw circle on your thigh.

“—And of course the Sheriff will be there, along with…” she continued, but your mind wasn’t paying much attention, as her fingers had toyed their way to your underwear line.

Your crotch was slowly bulging. It made you blush furiously, and Larissa smirked wickedly. But before Larissa went any further than teasing or you had time to start begging her, you had arrived. You had to take a deep breath and regain your calm before exiting the vehicle and entering the dinner party.

Larissa and you walked in together, arms linked. She led you around the party, introducing you to all the important and key figures that she thought you ought to know. And then it was time for dinner. You all sat down at the many tables. You and Larissa were sat with four other individuals at your table. The mayor got up to give his speech, which you originally had planned to listen to…

Before Larissa started playing scandalous footsie with you. Your breath hitched as her feet began to explore you legs, moving her touch higher and higher. Then she added her hand to your thigh again. The combination made you lightly dizzy and you had to bite your lip to restrain yourself.

And then the dinner conversation began… That brought a whole other level of challenge to the evening. And throughout all table conversations, Larissa never once let up on her under the table teasings. Her hand had traveled to you growing bulge at one point, nearly making you choke on your wine.

“Are you alright, Darling…?” Larissa concerningly asked you, placating her entire face in an innocent mask, while continuing to palm your twitchy, clothed member.

“I… Yes, sorry…” you choked out, trying to remember to take deep breaths, while giving your wife the side eye in warning.

Luckily, the dinner party soon moved into a lounge room with chairs and more open space. You took the time to breath and clear your head as best you could. You sat down, undoing your blazer button, with a sigh. But you didn’t get much peace, as the next thing you know, Larissa and a couple other high places people come in your direction. Without warning, Larissa sits on top of you.

“And this is my lovely wife, Y/N!” The blonde principal exclaimed, slightly tipsy.

They were all tipsy and didn’t seem to mind her bold action, viewing it as a sweet thing. But your eyes widened and you gulp, desperately trying to stay calm. Much to any of the other guests ignorance, Larissa’s ass was grinding down on your thrumming member. You could barely breathe. Your eyes were so close from rolling back, and a sinful groan was seconds from escaping your throat.

“Emm…” you coughed in interruption of the conversation that Larissa was carrying with the other guests, “You must excuse me. I need to use the restroom.” You explained with a tight strain in your voice.

Larissa’s eyes shimmered wickedly at your words, but she continued to to play innocent.

“Oh of course, Darling!” She said, immediately getting off of you, “Don’t mean to keep you” she said with a mischievous and knowing smirk.

You nod lightly, before scurrying out of the room. You walked the halls of the town hall, desperately looking for the restroom and thankfully finally finding it. Luckily it was a only stall, one person bathroom.

You shut the door and locked it, before immediately undoing your trousers, pulling out your aching dick, and stroking it a couple times. Your eyes rolled back and your sighed in relief. You had to bite your lip to keep quiet, but it was so worth it. Your pre-cum was already dribbling down your cock, getting your hands all sticky, but you could care less, as you worked yourself up with ease. Suddenly a loud rapture on the restroom door made you jump.

“Darling…” Larissa purred, “I know you are in there, let me in.”

You panted, quickly putting your dick away and cleaning up yourself before answering the door. With the door open, Larissa came forward, backing you into the bathroom. Her eyes raked up and down your frame. Your pupils were dilated. You were panting. Your cheeks were flushed, your hands clammy.

“Doing something…?” She teasingly purred, backing against the door to close it and lock it.

“I… just using the restroom…” you breathed out anxiously.

Larissa hummed skeptically in response. She began moving towards you again, trapping you against the wall.

“Your fly is undone, Darling…” she wickedly quipped, tilting her head and smirking, “Let me fix that for you…”

Oh Shit…

Before you could say anything else, your wife had already undone your trouser button, and her hand was deep in your pants, palming your throbbing dick. You let out a desperate groan in response to Larissa’s actions, your head smashing against the wall as you grinded needily against her hand.

“Ohhhh… Is this what you want…?” Larissa teased, now haven taken your member fully out and stroking it, not holding back anymore.

“God Larissa please…” you pleaded with your eyes screwed shut.

“Nuh uh uh…” she tutted in reminder, “Eyes open, Darling.”

You groaned once more and opened your eyes, meeting the blonde’s lustful, playful gaze. Her hand stroked your shapeshifted dick faster. And her face told you how much pleasure and how much she got off on this…

“Please please please…” you chanted, begging the woman.

“Alright… How about this…?” Larissa tauntingly purred in your ear, “I’ll let you cum once right here and in return… you suck me off in the car”

Your stomache dropped at her words. That was even more public… What if you got caught? You’d never had sex in the car before… But God, did you want to cum so badly!!

“Yes yes deal…!!” You groaned, nodding vigorously.

Larissa smiled big at your words. Her hand tightened its hold on your cock, making you have to bite down and muffle the guttural groan that ripped through your throat, as you came all over your wife’s hand. Your whole body was thrumming with pleasure. Your mouth hung open in satisfaction, and your dick went silent, obviously very satisfied with the outcome of the last 15 minutes. Shapeshifting back to you normal cunt gave you a relief and the ability to sigh in content.

“Excellent…” The blonde lustfully hummed, while helping you over and back down from your high.

The woman then helped you clean up, as well as herself, and the two of you went back out to the party. You two were quick to excuse yourselves when it seemed for to do so, as you both had more pressing concerns. Larissa eagerly led you by hand back to the car. You both got in, breathless.

By now, you could see Larissa’s apparent bulge… You gulped and stared wide eyed the woman sitting in the driver seat next to you. The blonde looked at you expectantly, but when you didn’t do anything, she took matters into her own hands. She easily picked you up and placed you at her feet, slipping her dress up to her thighs, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any knickers… As well as her own apparent dick.

You instinctually licked your lips at the sight. You got up on your knees and immediately licked a stripe from the base to the tip, catching some of her salty pre-cum. Larissa’s head flew back almost violently, as she let quite the sinful moan slip from her lips. You stopped licking her cock to remind her to keep it down.

“Shhhh, Darling… I like you better with a mouthful of my cock…” Larissa groaned.

You nearly moaned at your wife’s words, your own cunt starting to collect slick. You then took the blonde’s dick into your mouth all the way, in one fall swoop. You nearly chocked at its size.

“Breathe, Sweet girl…” Larissa reminded you, followed by a desperate, guttural moan, “God—! You look so pretty sucking me off…!!”

You moaned in response, starting to bob up and down on her dick. Larissa’s hand weaved into your hair, pushing you down only further. You remembered to breathe many times, as the woman nearly brought you to the chocking point many times, guiding you in a brutal pace. Larissa breathed heavily, at this point, jerking her hips and fucking your mouth sloppily.

“D-darling… Mmmm gonna cum…!!” Larissa groaned loudly.

You groaned in response, only quickening your pace, and encouraging the blonde to let go. Larissa came with her loudest cry yet, squirting her hot seed into your mouth. You licked the woman clean, as she slowly gathered her bearings. She eventually released your head from her vice grip. You then looked up at Larissa, mouth full of cum.

Larissa chuckled, bringing one of her fingers to your chin, wiping the excess cum off of it and stuffing it in your mouth. You moaned at the action, and she chuckled.

“Swallow. Don’t waste any of it.” The blonde told you.

You immediately obeyed and swallowed the entire load.

“Good girl…” Larissa breathlessly husked.

Your stomache sunk at her words. And your breath hitched.

“Yes…” you panted, “I’m your good girl…”

Larissa gazed down at you in delight.

“Take your trousers and knickers off, sweet girl…” she purred.

“I… um ok.” You stammered, getting up and shimmying your bottom half of clothing off.

When you were half nude, you presented yourself to the blonde. She smirked and picke you up, placing you on her lap.

“Such a good girl…” Larissa cooed, before lining up your slick cunt with her soaked cock and slowly sinking you down on her member, “But you’ll have to try and be quiet, Darling…”

You batted your eyelashes heavily and your eyes rolled back at her actions.

“Says the woman who just cried out because of my mouth… Ohhhhh…” you chuckled which quickly turned into a guttural groan.

Larissa looked at you, taking your words as a challenge. She then pulled you all the way down on her, abruptly bottoming you out.

“Oh Fuck GOD SHIT—!!!” You practically screamed, clinging onto Larissa for dear life.

The blonde chuckled in response, clearly happy with her work. She then began slamming up into you. This only made your cries of pleasure worse.

“You were saying…?” She eagerly teased.

“Shut up…” you grumbled, “and go harder.”

“My pleasure, Darling…” Larissa moaned into your ear.

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