#or imagine if he never left to begin with

[hxxsxxng]

Jungwon backstage smut

GIRLFRIEND EXCLUSIVE y.jw

「pairing」 : idol!jungwon x girlfriend!reader

「genre」 : smut

「word count」 : 1.2k

「synopsis」 : jungwon catches you being desperate after the shows over

「warnings」 : MINORS DNI!!! teasing, jungwon walks in on the reader masturbating, fingering, oral (f recieving), implication of sex

「authors note」 : thank you to who requested this and plan to make an extended version of this if enough people think i should!

「taglist」 : @jakeflvrz

The Fate tour made Jungwon and his members travel all around the world. Of course he couldn’t leave his girlfriend behind. I mean really, going on tour for months on end without seeing his girl would just be a nightmare. Flying first class, traveling the world, and experiencing different countries together were all things that were a plus to being with him.

Having to stand in the crowd acting as if you do not know each other during sound check, but him practically staring at you the majority of the time doesn’t really make anyone suspicious since the people around usually think they he is looking at them instead.

But then when the show really starts, you are in his dressing room, helping him get changed and showering him with kisses, something nobody else will ever get to do. Seeing him all sweaty from the performances and changing between each outfits was a girlfriend exclusive viewing.

“What are you looking at” he catches you ogling at him while he is putting on his jewelery. “You” you said confidently, keeping your eyes glued to his slim fingers and his neck.

“Oh, that” he chuckles, shaking his head like a teacher reprimanding their student. “Stop being silly, babe. You know very well that you could see my entire body right now.”

“Maybe” you hummed teasingly, poking him on the ribs. Each bone in his body was carved perfectly to your liking, seeing him get dressed to perform in front of thousands on random people who will never know the true Jungwon made you sort of… jealous?

You slid you hand up his chest and began to slide his white jeweled jacket off of his shoulders. “Babeee, the count down is starting, I can’t miss the begining of this next set” he protested, trying to put the sleeve back on his shoulder.

“Okay… just know that I will be waiting ever so patiently for you to get back” you teased while squeezing your tits together, enough to create even more visible cleavage in your dark red fitted shirt.

He blushes, biting his lips while you continue to stare into his captivating brown orbs, feeling the need to pull him into a sweet kiss until the last second before the song starts.

“God I hate when you tease me” he tried to complain, not knowing that you could see a tent growing in pants. You could hear the ticking getting louder in the dressing room, indicating that it was getting close to time for him to go. You pull him in for a quick kiss before the count down finally came to an end and he had to rush to make it to the stage on time.

“I love you baby” he says while holding your hand until he got far got far enough apart that your hands couldn’t reach. “I love you too darling”. By that point, he was almost too far away to hear what you said.

Seeing him leave without having any of the pressure between your thighs relieved was more than uncomfortable. You felt like a child being ripped away from their toy.

You slumped back into your chair in a more desperate mood than you were before. There was no way you could wait until Jungwon came back from the next set. You find your fingers wondering down your stomach, unbuttoning the jeans you wish he were taking off, and slide your hand into your sticky panties.

You let out a sigh of relief, massaging your clit gently as you imagined between your legs instead. Just thinking about Jungwon’s face when he returned after performing his last show left goosebumps on your skin. So sweaty and elegant, it turned you on even more. He’d look so good with his mouth hanging open as you rode him slowly the times before, the images were engraved in your mind as if you were watching porn.

Even now, with your fingers wrapped inside your panties, you could imagine him there, and you aligning his tip at your enterance, before letting your weight down onto his length.

You pulled your pants down further, allowing you to remove your underwear as well. Now you were just left in a t-shirt in the middle of Won’s dressing room. You slid your ring and middle finger into your gushing hole and kept a consistent pace on your clit wit the other hand.

The more your mind wondered, the closer you got to your orgasm without realizing. Your fingers were coated with your slick and your head was thrown back on the couch, eyes closed. It was an erotic sight for Jungwon to walk in on. Even when he walked, you didn’t notice since you were lost in your own world of pleasure.

He bent down in front of you, trying to be quiet enough for you not to notice. He removes both of your hands that make you jump to immediately cover yourself. Your cheeks were glowing red with embarrassment.

“It’s already over!?” you screamed in shock. “Shhhh baby just relax” he says calmly while rubbing your clit slowly. The words got choked up in your mouth as you allowed yourself to slowly melt into is fingers.

He spread your legs open further and inserted his tongue into the mixture. “Really couldn’t wait until I got back, huh?” he teased. The sensation of his light touch made your mouth fall open, trying not to be too loud for the members in the neighboring dressing rooms to hear.

His hot breath hitting your wetness sent shivers up your spine as he continued to navigate your folds with his tongue. He inserted two fingers into your gushing hole keeping a slow pace to keep you on the edge as long as possible. He made sure to hit your spongy patch with each thrust. The more he pushed you over the edge, the more he found yourself gripping the couch to keep your balance, gasping in pleasure as you ride Jungwon through his fingers.

You gripped his hair as the coil in your stomach was about to snap. “Fuck Wonnie, I’m about to cum” you pleaded while your hips were shaking under his touch.

“I wanna taste you, cum all over my tongue angel” he growled, pressing a soft kiss against your inner thigh. Your walls squeezed his digits, pulsing in ecstasy. His tongue collected your juices and he swallowed them with pride. He smirked as he slipped his fingers out of your dripping pussy, taking them up to his mouth to get another taste.

“Fuck, you taste so good sweetheart” he praised while licking his fingers clean. The looks in his eyes spoke for themselves, he needed you bad. He began to get undressed and changed into his comfortable clothes as if nothing ever happened.

“Can we please go back to the hotel? I don’t know how much longer I can wait” he said. It wasn’t like a question, it was more like a demand.

[accioscarheadthings]

ULTRAMINE ~ CHAPTER 1

kenji sato x reader

summary: you are professor sato's student and mina contacts you when kenji finds himself with an injured kaiju baby

pairings: kenji sato x fem!student!reader

author's note: turning this into a series (?) may not follow the movie's timeline completely. future smut, so minors DNI.

you stood beside professor sato in the tube lift as it descended to kenji's basement.

you fiddled with the ends of your shirt, anxiety beginning to spiral within you by the second.

being at kenji’ house was something you never imagined would happen, especially after your not-so-smart first date. 

like kenji, you also had a legacy to bear, with your father as an expert mechanic, he built a titanium-alloyed suit with sato to fight by his side. and with him gone, you had to take on the mantle and the responsibility of protecting the city.

kenji knew you as his father’s student, slightly bitter that his father was spending time with someone who was not him.

but he couldn’t deny, you were a sight for sore eyes.

he would throw his words at you now and then, relishing in your sarcasm and remarks, falling more and more for your fiery demeanour and silver tongue.

and with you both fighting kaiju attacks together, it only pulled you closer to each other.

the baseball player won a bet against you, asking for just one date with you. 

you were skeptical about it, not wanting to get tangled in his spider web of messy celebrity life. but you couldn’t back off from the bet. a deal was a deal.

the date went surprisingly well, with you and kenji bickering back and forth about the most mundane things, just to get a rise out of the other. but as time went by, the sexual tension was increasing between you two.

you couldn’t deny it, no matter how much he annoyed you with his bratty charm. he was hot. 

the date was supposed to end with him dropping you in your place, but instead, you found yourself in his arms in the back of his car- naked, needy, and moaning his name like a prayer.

after that, he took you into your apartment and fucked you good, mumbling praises and promises as he drilled into you. the next morning, he left before you woke up, leaving a note saying that last night was fun. 

no calls or messages after that. he merely acknowledged your presence after that.and you were thankful for it. a bit.

part of you wished he would reach out and check in on you after that night. but you knew he wouldn’t.

it made you feel used and unwanted. took you quite a while to get over it, but you eventually did. 

you only took care of the fights he didn’t pay mind to. like the kaiju attack he ditched when the kdf intervened.

and now with the doom of meeting him again, your nerves were on end.

“fret not, dear,” professor sato glanced at your tensed state, “it will be alright.”

"professor, um, you still haven't told me why we’re at your son’s place. or what we're gonna do. or why you needed me out of all people-”

"i just need you to trust me on this, dear. you're the only one i do at this moment. can you do that for me?"

"you know i'm big on trust, professor, " i commented, shaking my head.

the lift stopped, and professor smiled, "that i do," 

when the lift doors opened, ultramn’s face was right on, big glowing eyes.

you took a step back with a yelp, “what the-"

"oh my-" ultraman gasped, “y/n… hi,” he seemed to be dazed, breathless.

you nodded nervously, glaring at his metal head and glowing eyes, glad that you didn't have to look at his handsome face, “hi,”

“dad! what is she doing here?” kenji hollered, as if you were invisible.

you glared at him even harder, tilting your head to the side at his tone.

"i apologize for my son," professor told you, "kenji, this is my assistant and she knows best about kaiju infants,"

i added, "because i've studied about them.my entire life. what they eat, their life cycle, the metamorph-"

"okay, okay, got it yeah," he waved you off in a hurry, his voice laced with impatience and worry.

you were about to snap when a pained squeal rang out and you leaned past him to sneak a peak, but ultraman obscured your view.

“dad, i’m not asking for pain, complaints, guilt, or criticism. not right now. i just-” he paused, struggling, “i need your help. both of you,” his head turned to you.

when he moved out of the way, you saw it, a gasp escaping your lips .

a baby kaiju lying on its back in the middle of the room, its head resting on ultraman’s knees while he held it down, rubbing its head. a red beam blinked under its skin, signaling its distress.

"wow," you gaped at the kaiju baby, following after professor sato.

“she was hurt, dad. we were attacked, i don’t know what to do. she got loose. i-i should’ve been there,” kenji rambled, guilt evident as he beat him up for what happened.

professor sato examined her, running a hand over a scales, “incredible,”

i held out my fist, metal plates slipping over your fingers and crawling up your arm till your elbow. you held out a hand, shooting a scanning bean from your fist to examine.

“you brought your warsuit?” ultraman asked in wonder. he knew about your identity and was hoping he’d run into you in one of the fights.

“just in case,” you shrugged, eyes on the anatomy chart you had pulled up in front of you as the holograph blinked on the arm of the kaiju, indicating the site of injury.

meanwhile, professor sato ran a chem analysis of the tranquilizer that had hit her.

"oh, hello mina," you greeted the ai when it floated towards you, “it’s been a long time,”

"indeed," mina responded, "you look well,"

"thanks,"

the kaiju baby whined in pain, squirming. you rested your metal palm on its tummy, easing your way up and down on its body, "shh, hey, hey- it's okay, we're gonna help you, baby, mkay?” you cooed.

the kaiju baby seemed to somewhat calm down at your words, its body still trembling.

“is it a he or she?” you asked, tapping and prodding her arm juncture.

“a she,” mina responded.

"she's beautiful," you looked up at her in awe, “professor, i suppose she has fracture. there’s fluid build-up in her elbow. mina, can u confirm?,”

“yes, she had a mid-humeral fracture with associated hematoma,” mina added.

the kaiju baby cried out again.

“it’s okay, you’re okay,” professor sato uttered softly caressing her arm.

mina was filling in the professor about the analysis of the tranquilizer while you got a closer look at the baby, running your metal hand over her palm.

her fist closed around your hand, the kaiju baby cooing slightly. your heart melted at the action.

“poor thing. does it hurt too much?” you reached to touch her arm where she got hurt, only for her to squeal in alarm.

“it’s okay,” kenji soothed, “she’s-” he stammered, looking at you now fully and taking in your appearance and feeling somewhat flustered, “she’s not gonna hurt you,”

you spared a glance at him, turning away, your face turning red at the mere sound of his voice. pathetic, you scolded yourself.

“can you synthesize a 100 ccs?” professor sato asked mina. 

“yes, professor,”

“good we’ll need more,”

 “more?!” kenji snapped, “for what?”

“kenji,” “you may not agree with me on anything else, but right now, i’m the best chance she has. and with y/n, it will be easier. so please, please just let me help,”

kenji glanced at you, agreeing, “okay,”

professor sato held up a ragged bunny in the air. the kaiju baby beamed at it.

“dad,” kenjis sighed in nostalgia, “bunny?”

“it always worked on you,” he placed it on the baby’s arm. he notched his walking stick between her shouler and arm, making sure it was right. i nodded in approval.

i placed my hand on the kaju baby’s palm, “hold her tight, kenji,”

two mechanical arms appeared from the ground, grabbing onto the baby’s arms.

taking a deep breath, you mumbled along with the lullaby mina played in the back and pushed her dislocated bone into place. kenji turned his head away to the side, unable to watch while the kaiju baby screeched in pain.

you sat by the stairs of the containment unit as the kaiju baby slept in it, snuggling a half-crushed car.

you were watching the footage of the kaiju baby loose in the streets, observing its movement, behaviour—

“hey,”

you slapped your watch shut and looked up at kenji, blinking, “hi,”

your eyes locked for a moment longer adn you both looked away, feeling bashful and flustered. 

you felt him sit on the stair beside you and rest his elbows on his knees, fiddling with his fingers nervously.

“so, uh, how are ya?” kenji turned to face you, his hair falling all over his forehead.

you bit back the urge to brush them back, “fine. so how’s life being a single mom with two jobs?” you teased, hoping to ease the tension.

kenji gave a small smile, his chest rumbling with a groan, “exhausting,”

“i can tell,” you noticed the fading dark circles under his eyes, the fatigue in the paleness of his skin.

“watching me that closely, sweetheart?” he tipped his head to the side, leaning forward a bit, his flirty tone showing up.

“you wish,” you rolled your eyes at him.

“it’s good to see you,” kenji spoke genuinely, “after the last time we met turned into-”

“oh dear god-” you sputtered, “don’t just don’t,”

“was it that bad?” he seemed offended that you were shutting out that incident so quickly, “was i that bad?”

“no, no, ken,” i laughed carelessly, missing the way a shy smile crept up kenji’s face at your sound, “its just that,” you tried to find the right words, “it was amazing, but the days after that, not so much. we-”

“-drifted apart,” kenji completed, understanding now.

"yeah,"

“i’ll just,” kenji jabbed his thumb to the couch area and walked towards it, muttering and scolding himself for being so clumsy and flustered around you.

you smiled at his back, watching him sit down. you turned back towards the containment unit, watching the kaiju baby snore away.

you crossed your legs, getting comfortable, "mina?"

"yes?" the ai floated towards you.

"give me everything you have on the kaiju baby. and you might wanna get filled in on the kaiju anatomy and life cycle info i have in my database," you held up your watch for her.

“sure thing,” a mechanical arm took it from you.

"and also, could i get a cup of coffee, with three-,"

a cup was thrust beside your face to hold. 

you looked up and saw kenji holding one for you, having one for himself, “three shots of espresso. just how you like it,”

surprised but touched, you accepted it with a kind nod, watching him walk back to his father.

he relaxed back, leaning into the couch and spreading his legs apart shamelessly, one arm resting on the head of the couch.

you lips parted at the sight.

kenji did a double take and caught you staring, a grin quirking his lips as he did so. it only widened as he saw how you fumbled and turned away from him, finding your reaction adorable.

he couldn't believe how captivating you were, and he knew he was in danger of losing himself to your charm. 

 the way your hair draped over your shoulder, only if he could wrap his fist around them and pull you flush against his back-

“pure thoughts, ken. pure thoughts,” he chided himself, his mind struggling to process the mental image it created.

he silently chastised himself for letting you slip through his fingers last time, but he knew that he couldn't ignore you any longer. 

as he looked at you, he felt his heart skip a beat and he couldn't help but sigh, "sweetheart..." knowing that you were too tempting for him to resist this time.

[skzdust]

A Lesson in Patience

THIS IS SMUT. MINORS DNI.

Had soooo much fun writing this! It's a bit longer than my usual stuff, but let me know if you guys like it! This was a request, check my masterlist to see if requests are currently open!

Summary: Your boyfriend Jeongin likes to keep tabs on your apartment with security cameras when he's out, and one evening you're touching yourself when he's told you not to.

Pairing: bf!Jeongin x afab/fem!reader

Includes: masturbation, "good girl", "slut", "fucktoy", praise, praise mixed with degradation, face fucking, unprotected vaginal sex (PLEASE use condoms and pee after sex), penetration, sleepy sex, kisses, cuddles

Word count: 2.3k

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Jeongin isn’t paranoid; that’s an extreme word. Cautious, maybe. Careful, definitely. The worst it got was the cameras he’d installed at the door and windows to your apartment, and one in the living room, where the door opened into. You don’t mind, it’s good to be safe, and he’s the only one who has the app that connects to them. You trust him. Most of the time you don’t even remember they’re there.

You don’t remember they’re there when Jeongin leaves for dinner with his friends, kissing you on the cheek and winking as he walks out. You don’t remember they’re there as you fix yourself some food. You don’t remember they’re there when you think of his instruction not to touch yourself, because he wants you desperate for him when he gets back—that was the whole point of spending an hour teasing you before he left. You don’t remember they’re there when you decide to disobey.

Jeongin will never know, right? It’ll just take the edge off the sexual frustration. And then you’ll be ready for him when he’s back.

You wiggle off your shorts, leaning back on the couch and getting comfortable before moving a hand down. You’re wetter than you had thought you were, although it doesn’t surprise you, with the way your boyfriend had been working you up.

Your finger begins to circle your clit, and you close your eyes, sighing heavily in both pleasure and disappointment.

It feels good, but it’s not him.

“Jeongin,” You say softly, imagining he’s there. “Jeongin, please.”

You keep going, your voice getting whiny, despite the lack of response. “I need you, need your cock in me, need it now.”

He’s been working you up all afternoon, and now is your chance to cum before he gets home. You feel dirty, getting off in secret like this, even secret from your boyfriend, to whom you tell everything. It’s turning you on even more, and you know that even when you do cum, you’ll be ready for more from him.

As you approach your orgasm, your breathing gets faster, heavier, your voice rising. “In—in me, please, please, inside me…”

You’re only touching your clit. You want to feel the stretch of Jeongin’s cock, want to hear his voice as he fills you up, want to see his face as you—

Your hips buck up as you cum, and you yell his name, your voice sounding even louder in your empty living room. But, fuck, all you can think about is him.

As you lay on the couch, breathing hard in the aftermath of your orgasm, your phone buzzes beside you.

Jeongin.

I’m almost home.

The attached picture is a screenshot of Jeongin’s alarm app, showing you, half-naked on the couch.

Your heart leaps. Fuck. You remember they’re in a restaurant on the same block you live on.

You drop your head back on the pillow with a groan.

A few minutes later, there’s a noise. You sit up, pulling your shorts back on as quickly as you can. The door opens, and Jeongin locks it before holding up his phone and looking at you. “Wanna explain why I got a noise alert during dinner?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You say, not looking at him, still adjusting your shorts.

“Oh, I think you do.” He steps towards you, gently tilting your chin up. You meet his eyes, and you’re taken off guard by how sweetly he smiles. “Baby, you’re not good at being subtle. I know how needy you are when you’re turned on. Which is why I wasn’t surprised by this.” His hand finds your pussy, and you moan as he begins to slowly rub on top of your shorts. “But I am gonna have to teach you a lesson.” He pulls his hand away just as quickly, raises his eyebrows. “You understand, right?”

You’re breathless already. “Yes.”

“Good.” He steps away. “I’m going to go change, and I’m expecting you to be ready when I’m out of the bathroom. “

You nod and stand to follow him to your bedroom. He disappears into the bathroom, and you rush to get on a set of lingerie you know he loves and arrange yourself on the bed.

He walks out of the bathroom in a simple sweatshirt and boxers, but all you can think about is his body underneath that, his chest, his arms, his—

“Aw, baby, look at you, so pretty for me.” His voice is soft, which you know is more dangerous than if he were hardcore degrading you from the beginning. “I’m gonna ruin you.”

The words send a rush of arousal through you, and you wet your lips with your tongue. “Please do.”

“Mm… why don’t we start with you choking on my cock? And then we’ll see if you’re a good enough girl to get fucked.” He gently tilts his head, raising his eyebrows. “On your knees, baby.”

You can’t get to the floor fast enough, kneeling beside the bed and parting your lips.

“Aww, doing so good already, aren’t you?” Jeongin’s voice is getting a hint of mockery, saccharine sweetness dripping from his words as he slips down his boxers, freeing his cock. His hand slides into your hair at the back of your head, and his fingers tangle there. He pulls back, making you tilt your head up towards him, and he puts two fingers into your mouth. You’re buzzing with desire as he slowly fucks your mouth with them, looking into your eyes.

He removes them, and you start begging. “Please, can I have your cock?”

“Are you gonna touch yourself while I fuck your face?”

You shake your head. “No, sir, I won’t.”

“Good girl.” He caresses your face, clicking his tongue once. “Such a pretty face. I’m gonna use that little mouth, and you’re gonna be a good girl and take it.” He pauses for a moment. “You remember your colors?”

“Mhm. Red, yellow, green.” You nod.

“And if you can’t speak and you need to stop?”

You tap his thigh three times.

“Perfect. My perfect girl.” He hums, beginning to guide his cock towards your mouth. “My perfect slut.”

You moan, letting your mouth drop open. His degradation always gets to you, and he knows just what words to use to turn you needy and desperate.

“Good.” Jeongin thrusts into your mouth, and your eyes flutter as you taste him.

You begin to fall into a rhythm with him, gasping for breath when he’s out of your mouth and choking on him when he thrusts into you. He’s making little noises that drive you crazy. One can only be described as a whimper, and you’re reminded that he’s not just dominating you in bed to get off, but that he’s yours, your man, your sweet Jeongin who wants you just as bad as you want him. He’s treating you rough because you both like it; he’s not using just anyone as his perfect slut.

Thinking about that is only turning you on more, and it’s becoming a struggle not to touch yourself. You concentrate on what he’s started to say.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so good for me, such a good slut, such a perfect little fucktoy…” He mutters, pushing himself into your mouth to punctuate each name he calls you. You moan, so horny you can barely think about anything but the ache between your legs.

“Can you take my cum, baby, can you be so good and swallow all my cum?” He practically pants, going faster. “I’ll give you a reward for being such a good girl. I love you, baby, I—ngh!” His hand tightens in your hair, and you keep your mouth open, trying to swallow as much of his cum as you can.

He sighs, and his hips still. He pulls out of your mouth. Both of you are breathing hard, and you know there’s spit and cum running down your face, but you don’t care. All you need is stimulation, now.

“Sir, please will you fuck me now? Please?” You look up at him, and you know you look pathetic, but you hope that’s helpful in your attempt to convince him.

He pushes his hair back. “Get on the bed, slut.”

You jump up, laying on your back and spreading your thighs.

“Oh, baby, you’re so needy.” Jeongin pulls off his sweatshirt, and no matter how many times you see them, his abs are still incredibly hot. He takes off his boxers, too, and climbs on the bed to lay next to you. “What if we just go to bed, hm?”

“Nooo,” You whine. “I need you to fuck me, sir, please.”

“Well, I already came, so I see no reason why I’d need to fuck you again.”

“Please?”

He ignores you. “I think I’m gonna go to sleep.”

“Please, Jeongin, I need something, I need you!”

“You need me?” He turns to look at you. “Why would you need me when you can just touch yourself on the couch?” A grin plays at the corners of his mouth.

You groan. “Is this my lesson?”

“It is. A lesson in patience.” He gets a finger under your bra strap, running it up and down your skin. “How about this, baby. You did so good just now, so we’re gonna go to sleep now, but in the morning, I’ll wake you up with my cock.”

“In the morning?” You whisper.

“Mhm.”

“That’s so long!”

“That’s the point.” He shifts onto his back with a smug smile.

“I hate you.”

“Would you rather I not?”

“No, no!” You rush. “Please, please do.”

He laughs softly. “Alright. Then goodnight, my love.”

“‘Night.”

You roll onto your side, trying to quell the need burning through you. You don’t succeed, and dirty thoughts of Jeongin calling you names, teasing you, touching you, fucking you persist in your mind late into the night. You tighten your thighs, searching for any respite from the arousal, but you know that at this point nothing but Jeongin’s cock will provide that.

Eventually, you fall into sleep, although it’s nothing but sex dreams that a part of your sleeping brain knows aren’t real.

It’s definitely not morning yet when you swim awake at the sensation of a hand on your back. “Mm?” You move your face towards Jeongin.

“Shh, relax, baby, let me make you feel good.” He whispers, his hand gently moving across your skin. “Let me fuck you real good.”

You moan softly. “Please.”

“Aw, my good girl, my good slut, gonna make you feel so good.” He continues, rolling you onto your back. You spread your legs, mumbling something that’s mostly incoherent with sleep.

“What was that, baby?”

“Said I want you inside me.” You repeat, taking his hand and leading it down.

He swears. “You’re all wet already.” His voice takes on a slightly teasing tone, but it’s still heavy with desire in the dark. “Have you been thinking about me?”

“Yeah.”

His fingers circle around your clit a few times. “Good girl. You’re gonna feel so nice around me, aren’t you? All tight and wet and warm…” His voice tightens. “Perfect little slut. I’m gonna fuck you so good… you’ve earned a reward.”

You whimper quietly. “Please, Jeongin, can’t wait, need you now.”

“Needy baby.” He presses a kiss to your temple, then moves over you, teasing your entrance for a moment before pushing a finger inside you.

Your lips part. “Fuck, need more.”

“Like I said. Needy baby.” He adds another finger, fucking you slowly.

You look at him, his blond hair falling over his face, his eyes on yours, both of you still sleepy. He’s beautiful in a million different ways, and your chest suddenly feels too tight to hold all the love you feel for him.

He pulls out his fingers, wiping them on your thigh. He helps you out of your underwear and props a pillow underneath your hips. “Ready?”

“Mhm.”

It feels like Jeongin presses the air out of your lungs as he feeds his cock into your hole, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You savor the his stretch. The way his fingertips feel on your hip. He’s half-suspended over you, his body encompassing yours, and you arch your back, pushing yourself further onto him.

“Fuck.” His voice is low and husky as he bottoms out, his cock buried to the hilt inside you. He takes a moment to pause, push your hair back from your face. “Beautiful baby, taking my cock so well.” His thumb moves over your cheek. “You really are beautiful, you know that?”

You hum. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He gently rolls his hips back, then pushes back into you.

You moan. “Just like that, Jeongin, please.”

“Your wish is my command.”

He fucks you gently, showering you in sleepy kisses and muttered praises. It’s not long before you cum, and not long after that that Jeongin cums, too.

He pulls out of you, cum leaking onto the sheets.

“We’ll get it in the morning.” You wave your hand in dismissal.

“It is technically morning.” Jeongin reaches for his phone, squinting at the light. “It’s 3:27 AM.”

“We’ll get it when we wake up.” You correct yourself.

“Not so fast, baby, you’ve gotta clean up.” Jeongin kisses you.

“Ngh.” You roll facedown in the sheets. “I wanna go back to sleep, though.”

“C’mon, we can go to sleep right after, I promise. You can wear one of my shirts.”

You smile into your pillow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He ruffles his hand through your hair. “We can cuddle all night.”

You sigh. “Fine.”

You get out of bed and clean yourself up in the bathroom, blissed out from your orgasm and ready to go back to sleep with your boyfriend. Jeongin helps you into a soft T shirt when you come back out, then goes to clean himself up. You barely notice when the bed dips with his return, already near sleep. He curls around you, and you melt into him.

“Goodnight, sweet baby. I love you.” He whispers.

“G’night, love you too.” You’re out practically as soon as the words are.

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

GUILTY AS SIN?- P.B PARKER

Pairing- Jock! Peter x Nerd! Reader (enemies to… lovers?)

Word Count: 5.2k

Summary: With the final project deadline coming closer and closer, tensions are running high between you and your enemy- Peter Parker. The two of you have to get closer to get this done, which comes with stress and... sexual tension.

Warnings: SMUT, making out, pet names, swearing, implied sex, implied masturbation, drugs used, sorta voygeurism?

what if he's written mine on my upper thigh only in my mind?- guilty as sin?, taylor swift

part one: here (but no need to read beforehand!)

PETER

Guilt wasn't a way to even begin on how Peter Parker felt. He wallowed in it. He let it slither up around his legs, weights chaining him down to his bedroom floor reminding him of the what if’s.

What if he had taken it a step further then where it had been the other night?

What if he had let the leash he had so carefully crafted slip, the longing and want he had becoming an overwhelming force that would have had you screaming and crying his name for hours?

What if it had ended differently?

Or never started in the first place for anything to end?

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, tugging on the strands with distress. You were killing him,slowly, and painfully- as if this was your revenge against him.

He didn't blame you for resenting him all these months. He would’ve too- with the way he nagged you. But from the simple nagging alone, he had felt a spark there more than he had with anyone, about any conversation.

He couldn't explain it. But things had turned so south from where they once pointed north, and he couldn't help the little flirty comments he made.

But you made them back.

And as he lay on his floor with his head in his hands, he cursed your very existence. You plagued his thoughts day and night. It was unhealthy, to the point he felt dizzy with the flames he spurred up in himself, the visions he had causing him to feel mad.

It was a constant loop of things the two of you never did, but he wished he could. The two of you had already done it in his head, on every surface. The bed. The floor. The couch, bent over the desk, against the window…

Fuck. Fuck, fuck off Parker.

He cursed himself, trying so hard to not think of the memories he conjured late at night, when his hand was wrapped around his cock, head thrown back in pleasure against the pillows as he imagined you.

It had been a week.

A week since the last time you were over at his house, in his room, coaxing him with those delicious looking thighs from under that short little skirt. That messy, top lipped kiss that sent him reeling. Yet he was sitting here, acting like he hadn’t seen you in ages- and that you were his.

Did he want you to be his? He wasn’t sure.

He still had to face you again for this assignment, and present it with you.

While he was having these thoughts? Impossible.

He shut his eyes, trying to stop himself from slipping back into that hedge maze. It wasn't awkward per say after what happened, but you had both been quiet, before you had left- presumably because he and you both knew nothing would get done.

And nothing good could come out of it.

The buzz of his phone broke him free from his shackles, and he quickly reached in his pocket to then feel shock.

This was the first time you had texted in a few days, and from the looks of it- it was the first time you had texted first, and not for scholarly purposes. His interest perked even more, and he opened the message faster than he wanted to admit.

Y/N: thought of you:)

You had sent a photo of a shirt that read “Big ego, Small dick” from outside what looked like one of the side streets, and he couldn't help but zoom in to your reflection in the shop window.

Your face was covered by your phone, but it didn't stop him from staring at your curves from under the little sun dress you wore.

He was going to die if you wore that anywhere near him. Or wore anything. Because all he could think about was ways he could rip it off you.

What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Peter: Awh I’m honoured you’re thinking of me. You sure about that last part though? I would confirm before making comments like that Y/N… ;)

He couldn't help but throw in that little flirt. He was trying to dial it back, but ever since that night it just seemed to rile him up even more.

Y/N: Not funny Parker. Not funny at all.

He couldn't help but smirk, knowing damn well you were all flustered on the other side of the screen. If there was one thing he loved, it was getting you flustered. And annoyed.

He sprawled out on the carpet, trying to ignore the throbbing headache that drummed in his skull. A knock intruppted him, Sam’s loud footsteps following.

“Open up Parker, game’s on in five minutes.” Bucky called from behind the door.

“Mghm.” was all Peter could muster as he watched the text bubble pop up and down on his screen- as if you were thinking of what to say, before deleting the thought.

His door creaked open a smidge, baby blue eyes and jet black hair strands that fell staring back at him.

“He’s in a crucifix position again.” he called back to someone- presumably Sam. “Get him up!” he yelled, the tv flickering on downstairs.

“Thats the third time I’ve caught you on the floor this week. Dude, seriously- your bed is right there.”

“I think better on the floor.” he grumbled, watching the text bubble disappear again. “Think about Y/N?” Bucky asked, getting a glare in return from Peter.

“What dude?! You’ve been glued to your phone. I know it’s about a girl, and shes the only one whose been over all week. You made us all leave the house for gods sake. You’ve never done that for literally… well anyone.” he huffed, sitting next to Peter- back pressed against the smooth wall while his legs stretched out like a cats.

“I’m waiting for her to text back. Again.”

Bucky smirked. “Down bad eh? Never thought I’d see the day Peter Parker was head over heels for a girl- nonetheless Y/N. Thought she hated you?”

“She does. I’m trying to make her change her mind.” Peter sighed, giving up and tossing his phone across the room, landing on the hardwood with a little thud.

“Well if she doesnt, send her my way. She’s hot as shit man.” he laughed, which erked Peter more then he’d care ro admit.

You werent even his anyways, so why did it matter? It’s not like he had written “mine” on your upper thigh, though the idea excited him beyond belief.

His cock threatened to stir in his sweats, and he begged to god he could calm himself down before Bucky noticed. He needed to get his jealousy under control. Bucky must have sensed a tension, throwing his hands up in mock surrender.

“I’m joking man I promise. But she is hot, and smart, and from what I’ve gathered- funny as fuck. So don't mess this up, because I need another person to bully you.”

“She’s already beat you to it” Peter grumbled, earning a chuckle from Bucky as he stood, reaching out a hand to pull him up.

Though the second his phone buzzed, he darted towards it like a wild animal, completely tuned out to his roommates complaints that he was missing the games beginning.

He didn't care.

All he cared about was the address you sent him, a little cafe downtown, and the words you wrote after.

Y/N: 10’ o clock, and bring your books. we should go over stuff with chocolate croissants and iced coffee.

He didn't drink iced coffee, but he’d try it- just for you.

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Y/N

You sat at the table, laptop opened, books splayed out, ready to be read.

But you couldn't read them.

No, all you could do was shake your leg in anticipation, waiting for the clock in the corner to tick faster. It wasn't 10, and you had missed breakfast. But you were too anxious to eat, butterflies filling your stomach as you waited for Peter.

The croissant you bought for him was still fresh and warm on the plate, and you hoped he didn't think it was weird you had ordered it for him. Taking a deep breath, you sipped on your iced coffee as you pulled out your phone- attempting to distract yourself from the first date jitters.

Wait- was this a date? A real date? Or just a study date? No, no it was just a study date. Jesus Y/N chill the fuck out!

You clicked on his messages, scrolling back to what he sent in response to your date suggestion. He had sent a mirror picture, In those damn sweatpants and a tight band tee that had you drooling.

You could see the faint outline of his cock, whether that was intentional or not you didn't know. But the smirk on his face, the glint in his eye through the photo had nearly brought you to your knees.

You had to remind yourself to breathe to not choke on your drink, reminding yourself you could not, under any circumstances fall for Peter Parker harder than you already had. You hated him. Simple as that. So why did his message mean so much to you?

Peter: Is there a dress code? How does this look doll? You know I always care for your opinions ;)

A jangle of a bell had your eyes snapping up, and immediately snapping back down. Peter walked in, not one second late in the richest looking sweater you had ever seen.

It looked so soft, the creamy white colour stark against his baggy jeans and headphones slung around his neck.

He looked expensive.

The smell of his cologne wafted through the room, overpowering the scent of the baked goods and coffee grounds as he neared.

God he looked so hot.

Your throat became dry again, despite the fact you had just chugged half your coffee. “What’s this?” he asked, nodding down to the croissant across from you as he set his back down, a smirk plastered on his face.

“A croissant. I didn’t realize you didn’t know what a basic pastry was Parker. I’m disappointed.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m flattered you bought me something doll. It’s cute.”

You frowned, wrinkles creasing your forehead. “Yeah yeah don’t mention it. I didn’t bother with the coffee, cause then it’d be personal. I’d have to know your order.”

“Well I suppose you’ll be finding out shortly won’t you?” he winked, walking towards the counter to buy a drink. You starred as he turned around, now free to roam his body as you pleased- like everyone else seemed to do.

Even his backside was hot.

You couldn’t win this battle. You rolled your eyes as you watched the barista flirt with him from across the counter, practically begging to lean over it to make out with his face.

God give me a gun please so I can shoot myself.

It made you want to vomit, something acidic bubbling in your gut. Jealousy.

Why you cared- you didn’t know. Probably because he kissed you, and ignited a fire in your belly that could’ve caught the sheets on fire if it had gone on any longer.

Part of you was glad you left that night when you did, because if you didn’t- you’d be wrapped under his finger. You tried to act like you didn’t care, but it was too late. You knew deep in your bones you longed for his attention. It was the first man you cared about, and cared what he thought about you- and you hated yourself for it because of course of all people it was Peter fucking Parker.

You watched subtly as he grabbed his drink from the counter, the girl throwing a wink at him that you couldn’t tell if he avoided or not. You glanced for a heart beside his name on the cup, and were relieved to not find one, though his cup was so dark you couldn't be sure.

“Black? Really?”

“What’s got your panties in a twist? You look like a pitbull getting ready to strike.”

You tried to relax your face, appearing nonchalant as you stared at your laptop screen, not reading the words. “I’m not wearing panties.” '

You don’t know where the sudden boldness came from, but you were glad for it. It was a lie, of course, but it stopped Peter in his tracks, eyes widening and a small shade of pink appearing on his cheeks. “Y/N coming in strong with the jokes. Never thought I’d see the day.”

You snorted. “I got them all on my sleeve ready to go. A cobra ready to strike, not a pitbull.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” he sat down, sliding a piece of paper your way as he took a bite of his pastry. You picked it up, looking it over closely.

It was the data and crunched numbers from the spider experiment. You were so thankful he had left you out of it- clearly expressing your discomfort around the thing. At least he wasn’t that cruel- and had offered to do so.

“Your handwriting is really pretty.” you commented before you could stop yourself, admiring the swirls and dips of his letters and numbers.

“A joke and a compliment in one day?! Who are you, and what have you done with Y/N?” he murmured, and you laughed.

“Don’t take it personal.”

“I am.” He smiled, taking a small sip of his coffee. “Thanks again for doing this whole part. I hate spiders so much.” you sighed, pulling up a spreadsheet to start putting the data in.

You didn’t notice him staring at you, watching your eyes flicker across the screen. You also didn’t notice the subtle gaze down to your luscious lips, just tempting him the more you parted them, focused on the numbers in front of you.

“Don’t worry about it doll. I’m sure there’s a higher chance of you poisoning me then the spider.”

You glared up at him, the clacking of keys halted. All you could hear was the soft sound of the cafe's radio, and milk being steamed.

“You’re a real jerk. You know that?”

Without even looking up from his laptop he had pulled out, he laughed. “I know.” he said. “Trust me, I know.”

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He had managed to get a few more smiles cracked out of you by the end of the date, probably more if you hadn’t been holding yourself to not give him the satisfaction.

He was funny. You’d give him that.

He was funny and handsome, but handsome in a way that was still pretty. You couldn’t help but stare at him as he focused on his notes, watching his every move when you didn’t feel his eyes on you. You watched when he ran his large hands through his chestnut hair, deep in thought- or when he slid his glasses up his nose when they slipped down.

You watched his muscles flex as he’d stretch, curling under his sweater, and when he rolled up his sleeves to reveal his watch he’d occasionally check, despite having a laptop with the time in the bottom right corner directly in front of him.

It drove you insane.

But you didn’t notice when he stared at your lips as you wet them, or when you took a sip of your coffee with your straw. Or when you’d drum your fingers in thought, polished nails clacking against the table- your legs bouncing, boot heel clicking in rhythm.

You liked how he was taller than you- towered over you actually, even with your boots on. You stood up in them now, a few hours passed and you felt like you would lose your mind doing anymore work.

Or maybe you were losing your mind because Peter was right there, and you still felt like you couldn’t have him.

You craved his touch more than anything. It was permanently imprinted in your mind, and you’d do anything to get rid of it. But you needed your fix again, and he was a drug you could never get enough of. It was sickening- you hated yourself for it, but were too beyond caring anymore.

And as Peter looked up at you from his seat, craning his neck just barely, with that boyish gleam in his eyes you knew you were done for.

“I think we should review some stuff the night before in the library. Is that okay with you?” you asked softly, adjusting your bag over your shoulder, fingers fidgeting with the straps.

“Only if you admit something to me while we’re there.” he smiled, quickly packing up his things.

“What’s that?” You watched as he grabbed your empty cup and tossed it out, along with his, before caging you in against the table, voice dropping to a low whisper that tickled your neck as he said it.

“That you like me.”

Your eyes widened. The air whooshed out of your lungs, and the background noise faded to muffles. “No way in hell could I ever like you Parker. You’re delusional.”

Fuck.

You felt your panties dampen at the canine smile he gave, an eyebrow raised. He was so close he could smell each scent in his cologne individually.

“I’m delusional? Look in the mirror sweetheart.”

The pet name made your knees threaten to shake, and you prayed you could hold your own long enough to get out of Parker’s site. You couldn’t embarrass yourself in front of him, let him know he had an effect on your demeanour.

“Delusional.” you spat, eyes narrowing as he looked you over with a hungry look- laughing.

“See you on Thursday doll.” he smiled, getting the last word before turning on his heel, the door jangling before the wind slammed it shut.

He didn’t even look behind him. He just walked away, like nothing had even happened. And you stood, frozen like a deer in headlights as your heartbeat raced, need and annoyance churning in your gut.

You needed to get back at him. You just had to figure out how.

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PETER

You hadn’t texted him since you invited him to the cafe. Despite the three days with no change, he stayed glued to his phone.

He constantly reloaded your social media, stalking you like a fucking creep- and he knew he was being obsessive. But he didn’t care. He looked back at old photos, recent photos- any photos.

He missed your face, your body, the way you talked- the way you smelled.

It was heavenly.

He wanted to tarnish you, corrupt you- though he didn’t doubt you weren’t corrupted yourself. You could judge him all you’d like with his shameless flirting- but he knew you liked it. He didn’t miss the way you bit your lip at his comments, or the way you’d squeeze your thighs together.

Nothing got past him when it came to you.

Nothing except… when his roommates confiscated his phone so he would actually interact with them again instead of acting like a living breathing zombie.

He sat with them now on the couch, Steve’s long legs kicking him lightly to annoy him as he took a hit from his bong. “I’m gonna kill you dude.” he coughed, puffing out the smoke before passing it over to Sam.

The sound of Steve’s fingers flying over his controller echoed through the room, everyone watching as he destroyed Sub- Zero in Mortal Combat.

“Now what would your girl say about that Pete?”

Everyone smirked, knowing they were taunting him, just by mentioning you. Especially since his phone was in Buckys front pocket.

He frowned, just as his phone buzzed from that very pocket.

“Don’t you dare.” he warned, watching as Bucky pulled it out, your name flashing across the screen. “Bucky I swear to god-“

He whistled.

“Well god damn Pete- you’re a lucky man. You sure you don’t wanna share her or something?”

He growled, lunging for his phone, snatching it to showcase the most jaw dropping thing he had ever seen.

You had sent a mirror photo, a photo in he presumed your bedroom. You were on your knees, thighs on full display, from under a pair of fishnets. You wore a short little black skirt with a tight fitted shirt, a vest to match.

It hugged you perfectly, insinuating your curves, showing a sliver of your cleavage- just taunting him.

A pout was plastered on your face, long nails glimmering off your phone case.

Y/N: does this fit the dress code?

Fuck.

Bucky laughed harder- he hadn’t realized he had said that out loud. You were a fucking tease.

He stormed up to his room, phone clenched in hand to take care of a not so little problem in his pyjama pants- his friends laughter following him all the way up the stairs.

Slamming his door shut, he let out a rattling sigh.

You were going to be the death of him.

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Y/N

“My god.” you heard a girl whisper from a few tables down from you- though whisper was an understatement, she practically yelled it in the quiet library.

She stared in front of you, and you followed her eyes until they met their match.

Cool, calculated chocolate brown eyes pierced your soul. Eyed you up and down. If he was aware of all the swooning thrown his way, he didn't show it.

You were his target, the only thing in his mind.

You swallowed, hands becoming cool and clammy as he smirked, that stupid, stupid smirk that had you praying for your life that you wouldn't die dead on the spot right then and there because he was so attractive.

It made you sick. You wanted him- bad.

So bad, you wanted him to take you right here, right now in front of everyone. They could pack their shit and leave. You just wanted him, more and more the longer he stared at you like he was pure fire, a man starved and hungry and you were fresh meat for his picking.

You gasped as he tossed his bag down, hands slamming down on the mahogany desk, leaning over you.

He was so big. Fuck.

Pure energy seemed to radiate off him, sizzling in the air. It electrocuted you.

“We need to talk.” was all he said, voice low and threatening. You squirmed in your seat, squeezing your thighs together as you crossed your legs under the table.

“We can talk plenty when we review this. Now sit, you're making a scene.” you said, feeling dozens of eyes on you, and the scene unfolding in front of you.

He didn't seem angry, but simply… on edge. Like he had been holding himself back from whatever- and he was starting to spiral without it.

You hoped that thing was you.

God it was so hot in here.

You pulled your collar away from your neck, fanning yourself with a paper. He continued to stare at you. You sat in silence as he stared holes into your skull, not looking at his book once.

You sighed, twirling the pen around your fingers, finally meeting his gaze again. Your leg brushed his, inching their way up to rest at his knee and he shivered.

“Should we review this?” you asked, and he shook his head.

“No.” he said.

“Peter I don’t know what you’re doing but we came here to review this. It’s tomorrow.”

“No.”

You put your head in your hands.

“Okay I’m done. I’m going to the washroom and then I’m leaving. You’re being difficult for no reason.”

You didn’t really need to use the washroom, you just needed to catch your breath. It seemed closed in, tight almost with each inhale. Or maybe it was because Peter still seemed to tower over you, even when he was sitting down.

You pushed your chair back, it scraped against the floor- eyes lingering on you.

He was being stupid. You could tease him, if he teased you. It was only fair.

You made sure to put a little swish in your hips as you walked away, pushing the stares off of you like an imaginary force field. You had enough on your plate then to worry about attention.

You willed for your hands to stop shaking, for your heart to stop racing. Need clouded your thoughts, like a fog misting a windshield on a chilled night.

You couldn’t see.

It was dark, and you blinked rapidly, eyes adjusting to the lack of light. A hand had grabbed your lower back, dragging you into the empty study room- the door slamming shut with a bang.

The blinds were yanked shut, the only window open facing the dark forest towards the back of the library.

“Peter?” you whimpered.

“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” he whispered, and you gulped.

Oh.

“Do you?”

“No?” you winced, knowing exactly what he was talking about. The photos you had sent, the sexual tension that could be cut with a butter knife.

“You consume me. You’re all I can think about. Day in, and day out.”

You could barely breathe.

“I know you know how I feel. I know you feel the same.”

“And how do I feel?” you asked meekly, slowly backing up as he walked forward, trapping you against the wall.

“You feel sick and guilty. You want me, you need me but you can’t have me because you’re trying to convince yourself you hate me.”

“I do hate you.”

He smirked. “If you hated me, you wouldn’t squeeze your thighs together whenever I’m around.”

Well shit. He got you there.

“But here’s the thing sweetheart, I don’t hate you. In fact, I can’t get enough of you. I want you to consume me, and I hate myself for it. But I don’t hate you. I just need you.”

You swallowed, wet your lips. Took a breath.

“I need you too.” you whispered, so quiet you question if you even said it out loud.

“What was that?” he smiled, clearly hearing you- but wanting to get under your skin. His hands splayed out on the wall above your head, his own head hung low to urge you on.

“I- I need you too.”

That was that.

Within a breath he had his hands in your hair, gripping you with such a passion you felt dizzy as his lips crushed yours. There was pure need in his touch. There was no time for soft, gentle, tender touches.

No, this was rough, this was hard.

This was him letting go.

And fuck, if you didn't love it.

His kiss swallowed your moans that threatened to escape, pressing you harder into the wall. You felt something brush your lower core, hard and throbbing through his pants.

Teeth and tongue clashed as his hands slid down to run across the lengths of your body, wrapping around your thighs. You gasped loudly as he picked you up in one fluid motion, your back arching against the wall.

This was even better than your wildest fantasies.

“Peter what if-if someone sees us? Or hears us?” you moaned, sighing as his lips slid down to kiss and suck across your jawline, down your neck to the sweet spot.

Ohhh.

"Then I guess you better be quiet hm?'' he smirked, clearly enjoying the rush.

You'd be lying if you didn't feel the same. The idea of getting caught kinda just made it... hotter.

You yelped as he bit down on your neck, teeth leaving a slight sting, as he licked the mark. Your panties dampened as his hand snaked around to squeeze your ass, giving it a rough slap.

“Fuck baby, you know how long I’ve been wanting to do this for? To fuck your tight little pussy until youre a blubbering mess? You’d like that hm?” he asked, tauntingly.

“Mhm..” was all you could muster out as he slid your thong to the side, the rougher fabric of his pants rubbing against your sensitive clit.

“Peter I nee-”

“Shh. Shh.”

You fumbled for his button, despite to feel him. You didn't even need the foreplay, or want it for that matter. There was plenty of time for that later. Pulling him out, you gasped at the sheer size of him.

“I’m not sure I can take all of that Peter..”

He laughed. “So the shirt you sent me was incorrect then? I told you, you should wait before you open that pretty mouth of yours.”

He teased you, rubbing the tip against your soaked middle. You clenched around nothing, begging for him.

It was humiliating. But you couldn't stop yourself.

“Now normally I wouldn't be this eager, I’d make you beg a little more… but I need you so bad it's clouding any sense of judgement or restraint I had left.” he gritted out, plunging into you so hard you saw stars.

There was no time to adjust, no slow touches or gentle teasing. Just rough, and hard. Like this thing would never happen again, even though you prayed it did.

You couldn't hear the words you were saying, they were gargled and muffled as his hand cupped around your mouth to keep you quiet, still ruthlessly pounding into you.

He was delicious.

He stretched you so good it almost hurt, but the pain was consumed with pleasure. Your brain had fogged, and all you could hear was the wet, slapping noises of skin, heavy breathing and his praises.

You’re so good for me, so tight and pretty. Why didn't we do this sooner hm?

You wanted to ask the same question, but before you could answer or ask him the same- you came around him with a muffled scream of his name.

“Shhh, shh baby. That's it.”

He encouraged you, riding you through your orgasm, before quickly pulling out leaving you gasping and sputtering before he twisted you around with ease, your legs wobbly as you attempted to find your footing.

There was no point, as Peter just slipped right back in, admiring your ass in the process.

The two of you were practically still fully clothed, yet you might as well be naked on your honeymoon with the passion he was showing you.

And you ate it up.

You might have been drooling, or crying- you didn't know. He moaned your name, and you felt hot liquid drip on your ass, down your thighs.

There was no talking.

Just panting, struggling to catch your breath, to grip onto the wall your face was smooshed into and find your sense of reality, that you were really here and just had the most mind shattering orgasim from Peter fucking Parker.

His hand still was tangled with yours, the other pulling out his phone.

“You need photo evidence this happened?” you laughed, knowing damn well he wouldn't tell anyone about this- except maybe his best friend Bucky.

They were inseparable.

He smirked, shaking his head. You didnt give a fuck what he did- the sex was too good for you to care.

And that's exactly what he was doing.

Bucky: Studying going well?;)

Peter had taken a picture of your hand intertwined with his, the glittering rings contrasting against your cherry red nails.

Peter: Very productive. I think she likes me.

[latenightdaydreams]

Roommates Part 3 (fem)

MDNI🔞

Part 1 Part 2

Master List ✍🏽

>cw: fem/afab, distance, loneliness, oral, p in v

2.1k word count

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Today is the first morning without König, last night he left to begin his long deployment. You walk out of your room to a quiet apartment. There is no smell of coffee awaiting you, no soft hums, just silence. You didn’t think König being gone would make such a large impact on you, yet you already find yourself missing him. The apartment feels empty without him.

You sit at the table eating a bowl of cereal and looking at the photos you took of you and König before he left. A small sad sigh leaves your lips as you linger on a photo of his blue eyes. A deep sense of regret for wasting time not expressing yourself sooner so you’d have more memories with him fills you, but you know he’ll be back.

As if being without König wasn’t lonely enough, you also have today off of work. All you do is sit on the couch and watch your phone as if waiting for his call, but he doesn’t. You rest there, just trying to imagine what König is doing, where he’s at. In your sadness, you get up from the couch and walk down the hall to his room.

The door opens and you look at his bed unmade, with random clothing thrown on the floor in a corner. You step up to his bed and plop yourself down on to his soft mattress. König’s smell that lingers on the bedsheets consumes you. As you turn on your side, you grab one of his pillows and bring it to your face, taking a deep breath.

Memories of him fucking you on this bed the last three days cloud your mind as a hand rubs your clit over the fabric of your pajama bottoms. Small moans leaving your lips as you imagine it’s König late at night circling your clit.

“König…” The moment his name leaves your mouth, you frown. A deep sadness hits you, causing you to withdraw your hand and just hug his pillow. This is going to suck.

Every day for the last six months, you’ve marked off the days on your calendar, eagerly awaiting König’s return home from deployment. He said six months to a year, so of course in your mind you hear six months. You sit around and wait everyday as more days pass by. Six months turn into seven, turn into eight, turn into nine.

At the year mark, König’s room already smells less like him. You’ve grown lonely and realize that maybe you have deeper feelings for König than you thought. There is a genuine loneliness that not even your best friends can cure. It feels miserable and as if it’s never ending.

König is back in his tent talking to Horangi, who he deployed with. “I wonder how y/n is handling this.”

“You think she’s waiting for you?” Horangi asks, not to be rude, just realistic.

“She said she would.” König’s blue eyes look sadder than ever as he begins to think about the thought that you might have given up waiting for him.

Noticing the defeated look in his friends’ eyes, he quickly tries to walk back what he said. “I mean, if she said she would wait, I’m sure she is.”

König nods his head, knowing what Horangi is doing. There is a small flicker of doubt in his head that you’d wait for him. The relationship is brand-new and you’ve never dated a military man before. Deployment puts stress on well established relationships, so he shouldn’t have put so much on you.

“I hope she’s okay.” He whispers mostly to himself but Horangi hears and nods in agreement.

König keeps a photo of you that he printed out and a pair of your underwear on him at all times. It’s his good luck and a way to have you with him at all times. As time went on, König began to worry what would be waiting for him when he got home.

Once the fifteen-month park passes, König gets the notice that his troop is being sent home. A wave of relief comes crashing over him knowing that he will see you soon. Mentally, he prepares himself with the possibility that you’ve moved on, but he stays hopeful that you haven’t.

You feel as if this deployment will just continue on forever. Over a year now and still no word from König. Walking through the apartment in one of König’s baggy shirts, you wind up in his bedroom as you usually do. As you relax on his bed you grab the pillow you’ve been hugging for the last fifteen months, snuggling up with it again. A frown on your lips as you try to nap, sleeping away the loneliness.

Only two hours after you fall asleep, König makes his way up to the apartment door. Consumed with anticipation, he opens the apartment door to see the living room empty. He walks in and locks the door behind him, dropping his bag by the door.

“Liebling?” König walks into the apartment and heads towards your bedroom. He opens the door and peaks inside. You’re not there. His heart skins slightly as he looks in the bathroom next. The last place you could be is his room, so he turns and heads down the other end of the hall to his room.

König sees that his door is slightly ajar. He walks to it, pushing it all the way open, spotting you asleep on his bed. Right away he notices the shirt you’re wearing is his. Your body wrapped around his pillow as you’re fast asleep. You look like a perfect angel; he can’t wake you.

He takes off his boots and gear, lightly placing them on the ground so the sound doesn’t disturb you. In fluid motions he strips down to his boxer briefs, slowly crawling into bed behind you and wrapping his arms around your body. In your sleep you snuggle up closer to him, being attracted to his body heat. It feels like a dream to have you in his arms again.

As you dream, the weight you feel on your body causes you to stir. König watches as you toss, turning to face him. Your eyes open slightly then close, a few seconds pass before they shoot open again.

“König?!” You scramble to sit up and look at him.

“Ja, ich bin es.” He chuckles watching the excitement fill your face.

You throw your arms around his body and rest yours on top of his. “I can’t believe you’re back!”

König holds you tightly to his body. “Have you been sleeping in my room while I was away?” He asks in a cheeky tone.

“Sometimes.” You giggle and hide your face in the crook of his neck, kissing him.

“I’m just happy to know that you missed me just as much as I missed you. I was worried you would have given up.”

“I promised you I’d wait.”

“Danke meine Liebe.” König moves his lips to yours, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. “I’ve missed your taste. So much.” He whispers in between kisses.

Instantly, König’s dick hardens as he kisses you. He has been imagining this reunion for months and it’s finally happening. One of his hands glides down to your rear, grasping your supple flesh with such eagerness. He’s never had a girlfriend to come home to; he has really only ever dated fellow soldiers. This is a new and exciting feeling.

“I want to fuck you so badly.” His voice comes out in almost a growl as he holds you. “My hand can never compare to your warm, wet pussy.”

The way König speaks to you sends a tingle down your spine. He adjusts your bodies so that his weight is resting on you, your body sandwiched between him and the bed. As he looks down at you, gazing into your eyes and caressing your face. “My shirt looks good on you.”

You giggle as you feel his hand snaking underneath your shirt, causing excited chills to cover your whole body. His mouth moves to kiss your lips and then neck, moving down your body as he lifts the shirt off on your abdomen to expose your soft stomach and beautiful breasts. He peppers kisses over every inch of your soft skin.

König’s lips wrap around your nipple and slowly pull away with a ‘pop’ from his lips. With his left hand, he slides it down your abdomen and slips under your panties. His fingers move back and forth on your labia, getting your pussy nice and wet quickly; he can’t wait.

Standing up quickly, König pulls his boxers off, tossing them to the side of the room. He reaches forward for your shirt, undressing you until he can only see your perfect body; his Königin. His eyes are hard focused on your sweet pussy as he crawls on to the bed, resting between your legs. Your legs fall to the side, allowing him space to enjoy you.

With his large fingers he pulls your pussy lips apart, singling out your tiny clit. His tongue swipes against it, causing your body to jerk slightly. “I’ve been craving you, Maus. I’ve been craving…you.” He says as he sticks his tongue out, lapping like a thirsty dog.

One of his hands drifts down to his cock, dripping with pre-cum in anticipation of being buried deep inside of you. He strokes himself lightly for pleasure, being sure to not cum yet. He wants to get his first load home inside of you. Your fingers comb through his long shaggy blonde hair, pulling harder than you realize while your body experiences the special euphoric feeling that only being touched by your love can give you.

“König, fuck me.” You beg him.

A low groan leaves König’s throat as he sucks on your clit once more. Your bud is now swollen and sensitive. König moves his body over yours and positions himself between your legs. He holds your hips up and brings you to him. In a rush almost, he shoves his cock into the tight entrance of your pussy. Due to the size of his cock, it struggles to slip in at first. He pulls you by your hips to him, forcing it in.

Your eyes flutter back as your mouth drops open; a loud gasping moan flees your lips. Not even giving you a moment to adjust, König bucks his hips like a wild bull into you. Small whimpers leave him with every thrust forward into you. His cock stretches your tight walls to the point of feeling like he will split you in two.

After over a year of craving your touch and being denied it, he can’t hold himself back. “You’re doing such a good job taking me.” His blue eyes meet your hazy gaze. He holds you up and moves you into him matching his rhythm.

The movement of your breasts bouncing draws his attention as he looks at them swirl in a hypnotic motion. Your hands behind your head holding on to the bed sheets, moaning so loud the neighbors definitely hear you; the bed thumping against the wall. This is the best home coming he’s ever had.

“You’re…fucking tight.” König moans as he thrust into you almost losing his pace. His hips studder before he holds you close to him, his cock throbbing deep within. You watch as his eyes shut tightly and his head drops back, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

König puts your hips back down on the bed and leans his body on to yours, crushing you with his weight. He slowly thrust into you as he kisses and sucks on your neck and jaw, leaving a trail of hickeys.

“I’m keeping you in bed all night, you get no sleep until I’ve completely filled you.” He says sitting back up and moving his hips faster.

You have no recollection of when you fell asleep, waking up in an empty bed looking around for König. The sun shines brightly into the room as you stand, walking out to the kitchen wearing only your underwear you found on the floor. The strong smell of freshly brewed coffee hits your nostrils and you can hear him humming softly.

König turns to see you mostly naked with messy hair and covered in his marks. You’re beautiful. “Hallo, coffee?”

“Shouldn’t I be making you breakfast since it’s your first morning home?” You ask walking up behind him and wrap your arms around his abdomen, resting your head on his muscular back.

“Nein, I love to spoil you. Plus, last night was the perfect welcome home.” He covers your hands with one of his. “Sit, I’ll make you coffee and serve you.”

You sit, watching him closely as he does everything for you. It feels so natural to be with König, as if he’s home. As König sits, he notices the way that you’re looking at him. He knows that this is love. He loves you too. That’s why he texted Horangi this morning asking him what jeweler he uses.

[justagalwhowrites]

The Savage and the Sanctuary - Prologue

Tommy offers Joel help one last time. The prologue to The Savage and the Sanctuary, a no outbreak TLOU story found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

CW: Grief. Mentions of child death. No use of Y/N. Whole fic will be explicit so minors DNI, 18+ only.

Length: 1.3k

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“If you think I’m not going to fight for what’s mine, you’re insane!” 

Joel remembered the woman on the screen. She was young, beautiful, her perfectly made up face snarled in rage. He remembered her. He always remembered her. 

He remembered the scene, too. 

Sarah had loved this show. She was obsessed, one of her friends at school put her onto it and she watched it all in a matter of weeks on Netflix. 

Joel had hated this show. There were drugs and sex and Sarah was just 13 when she watched it but he’d been such a sucker for her that he let her. He’d always been a sucker for her. He always gave her whatever she asked for. 

Maybe that had been wrong.

Maybe if he’d stood his ground more, maybe if he’d been a better father instead of just giving his daughter whatever she wanted, she wouldn’t be dead. 

“Mr. Miller?” 

Joel looked away from the television, reminded that he was in the hospital and that it must be after 3 a.m. by now. The nurse stood in the doorway, an almost pitying look on her face. 

“Your brother is here to see you.” 

Joel just went back to watching the TV. The woman he remembered was still there, beautiful face streaked with tears.

“I can’t believe you,” she whispered. She was a good actress, he thought. Convincing. She sounded like she was in pain. He doubted someone like her even knew what that would really feel like, what that would really sound like. He did. He knew. 

“Joel.” 

He looked to the door, his brother standing there, the early morning beginnings of a beard on his chin, in athletic wear instead of the suit he saw him in so often these days. He looked back to the TV. 

“You can’t keep doing this, man,” Tommy said, coming in and standing beside him. The woman on the TV raised a gun. “You can’t keep beating the shit out of people you don’t like, I can’t keep trying to buy them off, Maria can’t keep talking you out of trouble with the cops… Hell, I only really talked Maria into it this time because it’s the anniversary of the day she… we know it’s hard but you’re this close to ending up in deep shit with an actual rap sheet, man.” 

She screamed and sobbed as she pulled the trigger. 

“Joel.” 

The woman panted for breath before lifting the gun to her temple. It cut to commercial. 

“Sarah loved that show,” Joel said, looking away from the TV to see Tommy close his eyes and shake his head with a sigh. 

“I know you’ve been strugglin’,” Tommy said, crossing his arms and looking at him again. “And I don’t blame you, alright? What you’ve been through… I’d be a wreck too. I know it ain’t the same but it killed me too, for a while, losing her that way. Can’t even imagine what it’s like for you. But Joel… it’s been three years now. You can’t keep destroying yourself like this, you just can’t. It’s killing me to watch you do it but I don’t got it in me to keep saving you. I cannot let you drag me down with you, not now, not with…” 

He clenched his jaw for a moment, looking back toward the door and back at Joel again. 

“Maria’s pregnant.” Joel’s heart clenched. “She’s my focus now. I want to be there for you, Joel. Lord knows I owe you after everything you did for me but I can’t do it at the expense of myself or my wife and my kid. You understand?” 

Joel nodded slowly, looking to his boots. There was a dark spot on the left toe, the leather never really clean from the blood. 

“Here,” Tommy held out a business card.

Joel frowned. 

“Think I know how to get ahold of my own brother.” 

“This ain’t for me,” Tommy said. “It’s my hiring manager. This is the last thing I’m doin’ for you, Joel. Come and work for me. I can help you that way, make sure you’re not out there on your own. You don’t got the formal training of the other guys but we can handle that. Christ knows you got the raw skill, just ask the asshole whose face you rearranged…” 

“He’s lucky that’s all I did,” Joel snapped. 

Tommy ignored him. 

“Once your hand heals up, we can get you started,” Tommy said, card still out. Joel took it, running his fingers over the embossed lettering. “I want to help you, Joel. I want to be there for you. This is the last way I can do that. Understand?” 

He just looked at the card, Miller Security in large letters, Military Grade Personal Protection in smaller ones below. The email address was for someone named Marlene. 

Joel had probably met her at some point but he didn’t remember her. Joel had been to a few company BBQs and happy hours for the private security company his brother had founded about six months after his daughter died. 

Tommy used to work alongside Joel, the two of them taking contracting work together. If wasn’t easy work but it was satisfying. Joel liked building things, liked working with his hands and seeing the physical manifestations of his labor. It wasn’t a bad life, in hindsight. Not since he’d blown it. 

After his daughter died, Joel couldn’t keep working. He tried, after a few weeks, to get back to it but he sometimes showed up drunk, sometimes didn’t show up at all. It wasn’t long before he was fired and word spread. Soon, he got shot down for every job he tried for. He’d screwed over not just himself but Tommy, too. 

That’s how Tommy came to create the security company to begin with. He had a few old special forces buddies move back to town looking for work and Tommy realized he had a lot of highly trained men with time on their hands at his fingertips. What better way to put them to use than to start a security company?

The business took off. Joel was proud of him. Or, as proud as he could be while the rot of guilt gnawed at him for letting down his then struggling brother so badly he needed to start his own fucking business to fix it. 

And now his brother - six years his junior, the kid he’d promised his mother he’d look after when she was on her death bed - was offering him a job after bailing him out at least a dozen times in three years. 

“I want to help, Joel,” Tommy said. “Please let me. Work with me, get back on your feet, have a support system. I want to help but you have to let yourself be helped. Please.” 

Joel tucked the card into the pocket of his shirt and looked at Tommy, a pleading look in his eyes. Eyes that reminded him of Sarah. 

“Alright,” he said. “I’ll email in the mornin’.” 

Tommy closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Thank you,” he said as a nurse came in around him. “I’ll be out here, give you a ride home…” 

“We’ll have him out quick,” the woman smiled kindly as Tommy turned to go. “I’m here to handle discharge. Can you confirm your name and birthday for me?” 

“Joel Miller,” he said. “September 26, 1982.” 

“Oh!” She looked up from the chart and smiled at Joel. “Happy birthday!” 

A/N: Welcome to The Savage and the Sanctuary! I like to introduce my new fics as I'm finishing up an existing one. This likely won't get chapter one for a few weeks yet but you never know what might happen! I hope you're excited to go on this journey as Joel learns to find himself again after surviving the loss of Sarah. There's a lot of angst and excitement and smut ahead! Fingers crossed you enjoy the ride.

Love you!

Taglist: @christinamadsen

[anemos-orca]

The Harbingers Cat

Balladeer x neko!reader smut, MDNI

cw: smut, female reader, reader is the Balladeers loyal assistant, reader draws NSFW, humiliation, fantasizing, probably more qwq

Series Tag: #▪︎HarbingersCat

NSFW under "keep reading"

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Being the assistant (and a neko one at that) of the 6th Fatui Harbinger was not an easy job, but you couldnt deny how much you enjoyed your work. Despite how you sometimes slipped up or were given a shocking flick of electro for doodling on the job, working under the Balladeers direct command was, to say the least, fulfilling. He tasked you with medial jobs that were "below him" such as paperwork, greeting new cadets, and cleaning his workspace. You found pride in your work and were eager to please, each subtle word of praise murmured by your higher up fueling you into wanting more and more. It was such a rare thing that, whenever it did happen, it was like all your hard work paid off and you were rewarded with something worth more than mora itself- i mean, who gets praised by the Balladeer??

Scaramouche was amused by you and your strange willingness to do anything he asked. Sometimes he would make up a "job" so rediculous, it felt painfully obvious how fake it was- but still, you never questioned him. If for the sake of not having to sift through countless morons, Scaramouche could brush off your stupid little mistakes and your gross habit of doodling. Though, as time passed, he noticed that you were beginning to act... peculiarly. He would catch you mimicing his expressions, the way he walked, the way he talked- he couldnt deny how pathetically adorable it was. His little neko assistant bossing a cadet around just like how he would, only to turn around with a cute, satisfied smile (despite your efforts to contain the satisfaction of successfully copying your boss) like a kid who managed to learn how to make a sandwich just by watching their mom do it. He couldnt take you seriously, not with the way your fluffy little ears flinched away each time he snapped his fingers right next to them just to startle you. Not with how your tail would poof up in excitement at the most meaningless and fickle of things. Not with the way those stupidly expressive eyes of yours seemed to sparkle each time he would murmur the simplest of praises.

After even more time had passed, he would catch himself studying the little doodles you had made in days past- whenever you were being covered by some idiot who didnt know the first thing about being his assistant, they reminded him that he wouldnt have to deal with his medial tasks once you came back. He would never admit it, but he tended to be more annoyed with people on the days you were gone. He didnt understand the strange, relaxing effect you had on him, and it was irritating.

You werent a puppet like him, so being in lethally cold conditions all the time weakened your body just like it would any other mortal. Therefore, you were often given a couple days off every few weeks to recover. Scaramouche couldnt imagine what you could possibly be doing on the days you spent cooped up in your tiny room all alone, but he figured you just slept through it. Besides, mortal activities were not his concern.

However, that changed on the day you accidentally forgot your sketchbook in his office. You had already left- it was late and you finished filling out his paperwork for the day- but you didnt notice the precious item you left behind. Scaramouche knew how valuable it was to you, considering the fact that it was always in your little satchel and you never left it unattended, so it piqued his curiosity. Why was a sketchbook, of all things, your most valuable item? Such a stupid thing to do, to hold something so fragile and easily ruined at high value. Despite his subtle curiosity, he couldnt care less about what you did, owned, or carried, so he never demanded to inspect it. Though, given this perfect opportunity to quell his after-work boredom, he couldnt help but take a peek.

The Balladeer leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up on the desk with a relieved sigh, satisfied to have a moment of relaxation. He flipped the cover of your tattered sketchbook open and examined the first page, reading, "If lost, return to (y/n) at once. Inspection is strictly prohibited. Doing so will result in high punishment." He scoffed, imagining your stupid kitty ears flattening back in seriousness as you wrote. The first few pages after were filled with redundant doodles of the most random things- creatures, expressions, trees, a large amount of dogs and cats- but as he continued thumbing through, he began to see drawings of... himself? He narrowed his eyes and sat forward, raising a judgemental brow. They started out silly and cartoonish, but within the next few pages, he found well thought out, clean, almost realistic drawings of himself in quite the suggestive poses. He couldnt help but snicker, amused by the newfound knowledge of your apparent crush on him. The drawings of the next page were even more suggestive and lewd, but compared to what he flipped to after that, they seemed tame.

He had plans for that sketchbook. Imagining the mortified, humiliated, and impossibly embarrassed expressions youd make when he would reveal to you that he had seen the way you fantasized about his cock- the thoughts painted a sadistic smile across his face, and for the first time in a long time, he looked forward to starting a new day.

Scaramouches eyes widened and his amused expression grew as he laid eyes upon a completely pornographic drawing of himself that filled the entirety of the page- he was sitting in the very chair he sat in now, fisting his hardened cock, a scandalously pleasured expression spread over his face, and thick ropes of cum cascading over his desk. He had to admit, it was a good drawing, but all he could think about was the lustful expression and blushing cheeks you mustve had while creating such lewd art of your own boss. He wouldnt have guessed your massive crush on him even with your overly eager-to-please demeanor, only thinking his little neko assistant acted in such peculiar ways from vehement loyalty- and he found the idea to be rather entertaining. He finished flipping through your sketchbook, studying every nasty drawing you made of him and, in turn, began imagining his own dirty scenarios about making his secretly filthy assistant help him with more... physical tasks. It excited him, and he could feel his body heat up at the tought of it. Slyly chuckling to himself, the Balladeer shoved your sketchbook into the top drawer of his desk and left for the night, being sure to lock the door to his icy office so you couldnt sneak in and take back what was rightfully yours.

You, on the other hand, were not. The moment you set your satchel down in your little room, the lack of its familiar clunk sound due to your sketchbook being inside made your heart drop. You frantically searched every inch of your room, overturning and messing up every nook and cranny looking for that blasted sketchbook, but it was nowhere to be found. It was too late to go looking for it- it was past curfew, and if you were found snooping about, you would be punished and questioned. How could you possibly face another Fatui member and explain that, "Oh, im not being suspicious, dont worry! Im just desperately looking for my lost sketchbook that contains highly inappropriate art of the 6th Harbinger, my boss." You gulped hard, an overwhelming feeling of guilt creeping through your skin and into your bones as you remembered where it last was. His office. Your tail bristled and your mind began to race, panicing at the thought of what was going to happen tomorrow- surely he had seen it and flipped through the pages, infuriated that his stupid little kitty assistant was drawing porn of him. Was he going to kill you? Imprison you? Exile you to the fridgid wilds of your homeland? Archons, your heart had never beat so hard in your life. It felt like it was trying to escape your ribcage to run away and hide. However, no matter how much you stressed, there was nothing you could do except face the consequences of your actions in the morning. Your stupid, foolish actions.

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[themourningfox]

His Hated Human | Koba x F!Reader

I don't have any excuses for this. It's been bouncing around in my head for DAYS after reading so many Koba imagines, headcanons, and one-shots. I've got to get it out of my system. MINORS DNI Pairing: Koba x F!Reader Warnings: Toxic relationship, perceived one-sided affection, NSFW, 18+, possessiveness, jealousy, and all the fun things that go with that. This is NOT a love match. This is a hate match.

Summary: Koba relishes the fact he can make a human bend to his will. It feeds a part of his mind that wants to heal from his past.

Koba hated humans. Everyone knew it, including the woman who found herself in his nest every night. It wasn't the healthy relationship she had always dreamed of. A white knight rescuing her from her woes, selflessly loving her and holding her close, doting upon her every minute, long conversations that dragged through the night.

The Bonobo was anything but a white knight.

A part of her hated him, too, and she wondered if that was why she kept coming back. The knowledge there was no shared love. Only a connection that could get them through these uncertain times. A comfort, having someone to go to, someone to take their tensions out on.

It was a game. A horrible, lovely, addicting game.

She was pulled back to the beginning, the very beginning, when the tension had begun to raise its ugly, bubbled head.

"Would you...mate?" Rocket asked, dipping his head as he motioned to her with a long-fingered hand. "With...ape?"

The question should have brought heat to her cheeks. Such a bold question at that. But she had long grown accustomed to their questions, their curiosities, and their bluntness. Apes didn't share the same ideology around such...sensitive matters.

A small frown pulled her eyebrows together. Would she? She had never thought about it. Sure, there were some apes that she might consider...attractive by human standards. It was a weird part of her mind, and she wondered if it was because she'd been isolated from the rest of humanity for so long. At one point or another, her biological clock would start ticking, and the urge to create a family would grow. Many apes would make wonderful fathers, had seen it first hand, in fact. Luka, Maurice, Rocket, and Caesar would all be captivating mates.

Then why did her eyes drift to an odd-matched set of eyes, one hazed over and milky white.

She turned back to Rocket and shrugged. "I don't see why not. It could be...fun. For both parties."

The ape chuffed at that, lips forming an "O" as he nodded. "Think it would be...good. For you."

"To mate?" A sly smile curled her lips as she leaned forward, lowering her voice. "Are you offering, Rocket?"

If an ape could blush, she was sure he would. He snorted and waved her off. "No!"

Chuckling, she playfully elbowed him. Out of all the apes, Rocket was one of her favorites. They had closely bonded over the months she had spent among them.

A sharp, low growl caught her attention. Whipping her head around, it took her a moment to spot where it had come from.

Koba.

He glared at her. Lips pulled back over large, blunt canines in a snarl. Shoving his food away, he got to his feet and lumbered off, grumbling under his breath. Insults, no doubt.

Shaking her head, she turned back to Rocket with a large grin, hoping to poke more fun at him for even suggesting she mate with someone.

It wouldn't be until weeks had passed that Caesar sent her out to forage with the other female apes. They were given an escort of Luka and Koba, and Caesar gave stiff orders not to let anyone out of their sight. It truly was her intent to stay within Luka's eyesight, but when the berry-picking grew thin, she followed the bushes, sticking close to their weave as they wound down hills and around trees.

When she looked up, basket full, her eyes widened. Where was everyone? Surely they weren't far...and hopefully, they hadn't left her. Which way did she even come from? Crap.

"Luka?" she called out, cupping her hands around her mouth.

A bird scattered to the wind to her left.

The forest remained silent.

Her heart squeezed. Taking her basket with her, she scurried up the hill, keeping low to the ground. There were so many bears and other dangerous animals out here. How could she have been so stupid? It wasn't their fault she had gotten separated.

"Luka!" She yelled again, eyes flitting from section to section.

"Stupid...human." The words were low and deep, scorn dripping from the voice like beads of venom.

She was torn between relief and fear. Relief that she wasn't alone, that someone from the colony was here. Fear, because she knew that voice and hated its owner.

Turning slowly on the balls of her feet, she kept her eyes on his feet. "Koba."

He scoffed, dropping down on all fours as he took slow, measured steps in her direction.

"Where...uh, where are the others?" she asked, tucking her chin to her chest, eyes dropping to the forest floor.

"Gone...back." He spat the last word out like soggy toast. "Took too long."

Her dry tongue dragged across her lips. Swallowing, she forced a weak smile onto her face. "Then we should get going."

Spinning around, she took in a deep breath, preparing to march up the hill. God. Of all apes to be alone with!

A strong hand with a crushing grip snatched her wrist.

Her heart dropped.

"Going...so fast?" He sounded amused. The smug bastard.

Fear crept up her spine, leaving a tingling trail in its wake. "K-Koba. We should get back." He was going to kill her. He was going to kill her and leave her body for the scavengers. She was going to di--

Fur tickled the backs of her arms as he dragged her backward. A hard, broad chest pressed into her back. Hot, steamy air brushed against the nape of her neck.

He was going to bite her neck! Go for the throat and dispatch her. Tears beaded in her eyes. Let it be fast. Please, please, please.

"Why...look....at Koba?" He huffed against her ear. His thick fingers tightened around her wrist until it ached and she swore the bones were rubbing against each other.

"What?" She breathed, rapidly blinking.

"When Rocket asked about...mate. Why look...at Koba?" he hissed, jerking her roughly back against him until his chin rested on her shoulder. "Do you think...Koba...would mate with human?"

Her eyes widened. Oh my god. "No! No, Koba! I-I didn't mean anything by it-"

"Good." He shoved her forward, dropping down to all fours again.

Panic settled in her chest as she stumbled, barely catching herself before all the berries were lost to the forest floor. Spinning around, she placed a hand to her chest, trying to settle her flying heart.

Cold eyes bore holes into her skull. He scoffed, lips curling into a sneer. "Stupid human." Padding away from her, he began the climb up the hill. "Keep up."

After that, Koba went with every foraging party. If she was to go out alone, Koba went with. At meal times, he sat across from her and two apes down.

Always.

She couldn't shake him nor the feel of his fur against her skin, how his breath had felt against her neck. The moment in the forest had rocked her to the core. Why did he assume she wanted to...? With him? She knew he hated humans. He knew she knew that! Her mind couldn't find the logic in it. Maybe there was no logic to be found.

Luckily, though, there was plenty to distract her. Since her conversation with Rocket, she had been surrounded by male apes all vying for her attention. From Blue Eyes to Luka to others she didn't know as well. There was something exotic, she assumed, about claiming a human as a mate.

Tonight was no different.

The ape next to her was trying so many different things to win her affection. From a simply crafted necklace to human items he had found on an outing, he lavished her in attention and praise.

She giggled and laughed, allowing him to continue under the watchful eye of Caesar...and one other.

She couldn't help it. He was like a magnet. Her eyes constantly found a reason to look in his direction, to seek out his approval and attention. It was like there was a little parasite in her, yearning for the approval of the ape she knew would never give it to her. She blamed it on unresolved daddy issues.

For all it was worth, Koba never looked away from her. He watched, more like glared while watching the male ape try to win her over. That one milky eye twitching every so often. His lips curled back when the male would touch her for longer than necessary.

This had been going on for days. It became a game to her. Seeing how far she could take it before Koba stormed off from the table. Tonight, though, Koba didn't leave. He stayed the whole time, gaze locked onto her with such intensity she felt like she was on fire.

When the meal ended, she bid the friendly ape good night, and then began her trek to her own nest. The forest was quiet apart from the insects chirping. She smiled up at the trees, breathing in the cool night air that forever smelled of fresh pine. Maybe she would accept the ape's offer, allow herself to be taken care of by--

She was being watched.

She didn't know how she knew, but she could feel it in the middle of her back. A deep knowing, maybe some long-lost primal instinct. Ever so slowly, she turned.

Koba stood in the middle of the path, shoulders back, head tilted down. His chest heaved with each breath, puffs of crystalized breath coming from his agape mouth.

She froze. "Koba?"

His lips curled back again and a low snarl rumbled from his chest. He dropped to all fours. Something itched the back of her mind. Run. She needed to run. This wasn't good. He had finally snapped.

The muscles in his arms and shoulders rolled beneath his fur with each movement.

"Koba, you're scaring me." She took a step back.

A menacing smile split his face.

Fear won. She ran. Bolting down the path, she stumbled and tripped over rocks and twigs. A scream bubbled in her throat. Heavy panting and the sound of feet pounding into the ground followed swiftly after her. She was going to die!

"Cae--" Her cry was cut short.

A heavy body slammed into her. A hand found its way over her mouth, stifling her cry of help as they crashed to the forest floor out of sight. It was a flurry of arms and limbs, whimpers of pain and soft crying. Koba snarled and growled above her, a massive black form in the night as he fought her.

"Don't," she cried, fumbling over her words. "Pleasepleaseplease, Koba. I don't want to die!"

Strongs legs pinned hers to the forest floor. One of his hands grasped both her wrists and pinned them over her head. Hot breath poured over her face. The Bonobo laughed.

Tears rolled down her cheeks. She shut her eyes tightly, welcoming the end.

"Don't...want to kill." He brought his face close to hers, eyes glittering in the darkness. He breathed in deeply. His eyelids fluttered before he dipped his face close to her neck. His mouth rubbed over her skin, open, panting. "Fear...good. Smells...good."

She trembled beneath him, mind a whirlwind trying to process what the hell was happening. "You're...not going to kill me?"

"No." He paused. "Not yet. You let that...ape...get his scent...on you." Koba growled, and she could have sworn she felt teeth graze her neck. "Don't like it."

Silence reigned for a long time. Neither of them moved. Neither of them spoke. It was just his heavy breathing filling the air, and her muffled sniffles. Eventually, he growled as if frustrated and let go of her. His warmth was immediately gone, replaced by the cool night air that felt even colder without his presence.

Cold eyes stared down at her, then he growled and stalked off into the night. What the hell had just happened?

BONUS:

He hated her. He hated that she was human, that she was weak, that she had been allowed to stay in the colony. How dare Caesar put such a...such a faulty creation within their ranks? How dare Caesar send him, Koba, to watch over the human female?

He was not some slave to just do whatever the human wanted.

What he hated more, though, was how she looked at him. Those soft, stupid eyes lingering on him as if seeking his approval, wanting him. And how dare she make him want be the only one she looked at? The only one she was allowed to look at?

Oh, he had wanted to tear that ape's face off when he laid a hand on her arm. Worse still, when he had managed to draw a laugh from her lips. He should have killed them both on the spot. He could smell the ape's scent all over her. It drove him mad. It made him want...want to sink his teeth into her neck. Pin her down, make her beg, draw out noises only for him to hear.

...no. He wanted to make her scream, so that the whole colony would know that she was his. He wanted to parade her, this human female, in front of the males. She was his and no one else's.

As Koba stalked away from the woman, leaving her to collect herself after their brief encounter, there was one thought that lingered on the forefront of his mind.

The one thing he hated most of all? How she made him feel out of control.

[honeytama]

Make Your Move - Chapter 5

Noah Sebastian x Reader x Matt Dierkes

A/N: I would love to hear your feelings about how this fic is going, especially after this chapter. Feel free to leave a reply, reblog, or ask. Enjoy!

Fic Summary: Find in Fic Masterlist

Content and Warnings for Ch. 5: Pining, arguing/yelling/hurt, some suggestive content, Matt and Noah's POVs included

Word Count: 3.5k

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TWO DAYS LATER

MATT’S POV

The image of her and him alone on the bus. I’ve been trying to rid myself of that for the past two nights while lying awake. I never opened the door to see them there, but I could just imagine it. Y/N sat closely on Noah’s side, with his guitar in hand, and him singing softly to her as she sways her body.

The morning after, Y/N was excited and came to me to tell me about her date. She described her outfit, the museum, what they did, that they talked about her homesickness when they came home, and she even showed me some of the pictures they took.

There was one that’s been making me reek of jealousy. I remember when she was scrolling over the photos and came across it, she passed over it quickly and wouldn't make eye contact with me. It was a photo of her kissing Noah’s cheek in front of artwork; he was tomato red.

Even with everything she said, she didn't tell me he sang to her that night. Shamefully, it makes me believe she left out other details. Why would she? I told her she could pursue Noah, so she didn't have to save my feelings. Nevertheless, I still want to know if she didn't tell me that he kissed her lips.

The song choice itself has me consumed with bitterness. As I heard Noah sing that he could be the one to be there for her, I couldn't help but think that should be me. It should be. I’m her best friend. I knew her before him and I introduced them. He wouldn't ever have been graced by her if it weren't for me.

Shit, calm down. They're your friends.

While Y/N told me about her date, I was good. I listened actively: nodded my head, smiled, and laughed for her. For the majority of the time, I was being genuine. I loved to see her so excited about something and to see her toothy smile; subconsciously I’m thankful to Noah for making her feel this way. 

However, I can't lie to myself anymore. The past two days have exacerbated my feelings for her as I’ve had to watch Noah and Y/N become closer. I’m beginning to regret my decision to let her follow her feelings for him. They flirt and touch each other playfully now. She’s chosen to sit by him at dinner over me and I’ve had to watch her hold his hand while they talk.

What will happen in a couple of days when we’re in Nashville? We’re spending three nights there; two nights in a hotel which Y/N was ever so excited for so that she could “blow off some steam”. Would they share a bed? Would they ask me to book a separate room for just them?

I’ve realized I don't want her just to be my friend. I need to say something.

—

READER’S POV

The past two days have felt freeing and surreal. Your stomach has not stopped doing flips since Noah and you went on your date and your face still tingles at him wiping your tears away with his thumb after singing to you that night.

In the past, you’ve held your cards to your chest, like with Matt to not tell him how you feel. Now that you have followed your heart, it is paying off. A part of you wonders what would have happened if you leaped to share your feelings with Matthew. Would you also get to hold his hand? Flirt with him back and not feel embarrassed? Would he touch you without making it a joke?

Remorsefully, a frown falls on your face. How could you still think about Matt when Noah was giving you so much attention?

Yet, how could you not?

After a year of knowing Matt, and pining after him, you can't just forget about how he makes you feel. How handsome he is, how he makes you laugh, how his aspirations make your heart flutter, his love for his dogs… everything about him. All of your thoughts were consumed by him until you got closer to Noah.

Fuck.

You got down from your bunk and put on your slippers before stepping into the front of the bus.

Folio’s in his usual spot by the window at the dining table. “Good morning, Y/N.”

“Morning,” you yawn. “Where’s everybody?”

“Nick’s still asleep in the back. Noah and Matt are out on a run,” he points his thumb towards the door.

“Interesting,” you grab things for cereal from the kitchenette and take a seat with Folio.

“Yup,” he nods. “How’s everything going with them?”

You sigh while making your bowl of cereal. “Noah and I are having fun, honestly. I was just thinking about Matt though. Something about me wishes I waited to decide what’s best for me, but he insists that it’s ok for me and Noah to do our thing,” you talk with your mouth full of Cheerios. “Matt said he didn't hear me tell you I had a crush on him, by the way.” 

“He told you that?” Folio furrows his brow. “I don’t know why he’s still denying it. He’s known for some time.”

Your eyes snap open and your spoon falls into the bowl. “What do you mean, ‘He’s known for some time.’?”

“Y/N, I should have told you,” Folio lowers his voice apologetically.

“Folio, what do you mean?” You stress with hurt in your voice.

Folio sighs. “Around a month after we met you, Jolly and I had begun to notice that you and Matt were closer than we had anticipated. Jolly caught on to how you acted when Matt was around and us being protective of you… We told Matt about our observations and to be careful. We both didn’t want you to feel pressured to perform a certain way as Matt’s new assistant and him as your boss. We wanted you to have an enjoyable time throughout the tour,” he explains. “Even with that, he still didn't believe us. Still, I know that he knows you have feelings for him. There’s no doubt.”

“God,” you sigh and put your head in your hands. “The other night when you told me that I was being obvious about my crush… Does Noah know?”

“I’m not sure,” he shakes his head. “Y/N, I’m sorry that we intervened.”

“It’s okay,” you sigh and meet Folio’s gaze. “I think I act this way so that maybe he’ll just know and one day he’ll say something. So that I don't have to say the words myself. ‘I’m in love with you, Y/N!’ God, I feel so stupid.”

“You’re not stupid,” Folio pats your hand and gives you a reassuring smile.

“Thanks, but I need to catch Matt before he sneaks off to sleep tonight,” you tell him.

“Don't do anything you’ll regret, Y/N,” Folio advises.

“I’ll try my best,” you raise your brows and finish your breakfast.

—

After the show, you waited patiently for Matt backstage. He was always the first to shower and get his things from the green room.

The band was still helping bring down the stage, so you had some time to confront Matt before they would be back here to gather their belongings.

Sitting on the sofa, you watched the door swing open as Matt came in with wavy, wet hair, an oversized tee, and cotton drawstring shorts.

“Oh, Y/N,” he nods. “I actually wanted to talk to you.”

“Yeah, we do need to talk,” you say seriously with your hands in your lap.

“What’s wrong?” He puts his things down and leans against the wall across from you.

Jumping right into it, “The other day when you told me that you heard nothing else when you overheard me talking to Folio, why did you lie to me?”

“C’mon, Y/N,” he laughs.

“Matt, I’m being serious. We don’t lie to each other,” you remind him.

“Well, I don’t know about that,” he shrugs.

“What?” You spit.

“Well, you’ve been lying to me, too. You always tell me everything and you chose to hide your little crush on Noah from me, and you told Folio?” He starts to become frustrated. “Also, you’re not telling me everything that happened on your date.”

“Folio is my friend too. I can talk to him about whatever I want,” you say assertively while furrowing your brow. “Also, I did tell you everything.”

“Sure,” he scoffs. “The song?”

You get up from the couch and walk towards him. “I know that’s not what you’re upset about. We didn’t do anything if that’s what you're ensuing?”

“So you didn’t kiss him?” He smirks, but not in the way you usually like. In a way that turns your stomach, because he thinks knows it all.

“No! I didn’t kiss him!” You begin to raise your voice. “Now, tell me why you lied to me?”

“I thought I was being a good friend by doing it,” he huffs. “Folio told you to choose and I know you. I knew you couldn’t. So, I chose for you.”

You explode in frustration and pinch the bridge of your nose, “Matt! What the fuck? You can’t just make decisions for me!”

“You’re right, because I’m regretting it,” he scoffs. “It sucks ass watching you getting so close to him.”

“You know what, Matt? Why did you tell me to go for Noah, huh? If you’re going to be an asshole, and question and suspect that we’re doing things behind your back?” You yell, waving your arms at him in frustration. “Why do you even care? You don’t like me the way he does! I feel like you’re trying to get rid of me!” You could feel tears begin to well up in your eyes.

“Because I didn’t want you to wait for me!” He yells back. “You deserve someone who can decide on their feelings. Someone who isn’t afraid of sharing them with you.”

Your eyes widen and like a switch, the waterworks come streaming down your face. “Feelings? Pfft. Matt, you have never shared anything vulnerable with me in our entire friendship,” you accusingly point at his chest.

“What about you? Why did you hide how you felt about me? For a year!” He raises his voice at you.

“Stop trying to put this on me,” you begin to wipe the tears accumulating on your cheeks. “I thought I was so stupid for holding out for you,” suddenly the hurt turns to anger. You poke him in the chest and sneer, “So, tell me, have you made up your mind? What are these “feelings” you’ve—?” 

You first feel his drummer calloused hands on your cheeks before he interrupts you with his lips. 

“Mmph,” your eyebrows raise in surprise, but hum into his lips. Your eyes slowly shut as you succumb to his caress.

Like your body had been waiting for this moment as much as your heart, you lean into his embrace without hesitation. Your hands make their way to the side of his neck and the back of his head; you pull him in tight as if you’d lose him again if you let him go.

His lips hold yours for what seems like minutes. You relish in how his plump lips feel on yours, they’re surprisingly soft. The fresh scent of his shampoo swarms your sense of smell. You just want to be able to hold him this close forever. All those nights of wondering what it would be like for him to hold your cheeks while your hands entangled his hair, were answered. 

His lips leave yours for a second to catch a breath before he’s back onto you again with fervor. You match his pace and tilt your head so that you are perfectly melded with him. Your tongue begs him for entry as you cling to him. His tongue meets yours and the sharp taste of mint sends a shiver down your spine.

He kissed you with hunger, like a silent apology for his unspoken words hanging heavy between you. You met his intensity with your own by pouring your every desire into the kiss.

You gasp when his dominant hand comes down your side and wrap around to stop right in the small of your back, pressing you into him. His other hand leaves your cheek and is placed firmly under the curve of your ass, squeezing.

“Matt,” you moan, “What are we doing?”

“I just need to show you,” he whispers against your lips. “You asked how I feel.”

Your head reels and you begin to feel dizzy. I can’t believe this is happening, you think. Still, you need more. “I want to hear you say it, Matt,” you match the gaze of his dark eyes. “Just tell me.”

“Fuck, okay,” he rolls his eyes. “I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

“Dierkes,” your head falls as you try to hide the blush that slowly creeps over your cheeks. “Are you being serious? Please don't make this about Noah,”

“I’m serious, and while I wish he didn't have anything to do with it, he does.” He lifts your chin and brings his thumb to the outer corner of your eye and wipes your drying tears away. “I understand if you don’t say it back and… I’m sorry for raising my voice at you,” he apologizes.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you, too” you whisper and sniffle. “And, for poking you,” you rub the soft spot on his chest.

“It’s ok. I can take it,” he smiles and this finally lets a grin creep over your lips, too. “Are we okay?”

“Yeah,” you laugh softly. 

“Good,” he nods. “Do you want to follow me to the bus? I can tuck you in bed and give you a kiss goodnight,” Matt jokes while tugging on your hand.

You lightly slap his arm and laugh with him. “Actually, I’m going to go shower, too.”

Matt shoves his face in your neck and sniffs hard. You giggle when his nose tickles you. “Yeah, you should, you stank,” he kisses your neck and it makes you bite your lip. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

You watch as he leaves the room and you begin to gather things to go to the showers down the hall from the green room. On one hand, you feel overly excited about Matt’s confession to you, but on the other, you feel ten times more confused than you did thirty minutes ago.

Either way, you ponder whether to tell Noah about Matt’s kiss or his confession. He’s in love with me? You think as your pulse rises. 

You don't want to break Noah’s heart or lose him. The way he treats you and the memories you’re making with him are as valuable to you as your relationship with Matt. 

I need to tell him, as soon as possible, you decide.

—

NOAH’S POV

The rest of the band opted to use the other shower room and the shower on the bus tonight. I thought I would be alone as I walked in with my backpack of change of clothes and bath towel, but Y/N’s face above her shower stall door surprised me.

Steam whirls through the air and the strong, familiar scent of her body wash makes my head spin. As she’s washing her face, I realize that she’s unaware of my presence.

“Y/N,” I say. “I’m in here by the way, do you mind?” God, this is embarrassing.

I watch her rinse her face quickly and turn to look at me.

“Oh, no, I don’t mind. You need to shower,” she shrugs. “I promise to close my eyes,” she laughs.

Heat crawls over my chest as I imagine her sneaking a look at me while undressing. I don’t think I would mind. God only knows the thoughts I’ve had about her body, no matter what she’s wearing.

“Ok, I’m undressing, then,” I say and without a beat she covers her eyes with her hands.

“Tell me when you’re done,” she laughs.

I pull off my stage clothes and boots and set them on the bench to the side, nicely folded. Grabbing my toiletries and towel, I step into the stall next to Y/N. There’s a wall in between us, so I can’t see her. Which is good, because I was not prepared to fight the urge to look down at her nude, soapy body in the stall next to me. “Alright, I’m done,” I say as I turn the knob on to allow hot water to rain over my aching muscles.

“I think I got soap in my eyes,” she whines next to me.

“Rinse them out,” I suggest while talking to the wall next to me. Actually, curse this wall.

“Ahhh,” she whines, I assume while running her eyes underneath the shower head. 

“You good?”

“Yeah,” she huffs. “I’m almost done, anyway.”

Oh.

“I need to talk to you about something, though,” she turns off the shower and I can hear her begin to dry herself off with her towel.

I imagine the way her hands move the towel to caress her own breasts as beads of water drip down them. The image of her naked body overwhelms my mind. I know she can’t see me, but I hide my aching groin subconsciously. 

I watch her step out in her towel dress in front of me and she smiles.

“Your hair is getting longer,” she gushes. “I like how it looks when it’s wet.”

“When have you ever seen it wet besides right now?” I laugh.

“Noah, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you get sweaty on stage. Your hair is soaked almost every night,” she giggles.

Her smile makes my heart flutter. I meet her eyes and they squint at me as she laughs. Yet, something’s different. Her eyes are puffy. 

Has she been crying? I think as I squirt shampoo into my hands and massage them through my hair.

She watches me as she drops her towel and grabs her pajamas from her bag. Even with soap threatening to tear into my eyes, I keep them open to watch her pull her shirt on. I can’t see much, but I can picture the soft fabric going over her soft, braless chest. In my mind, her nipples peak from the absence of the hot shower.

I close my eyes to rinse my hair and I can feel her stare bore into my face, my hands, and my arms. I flex my biceps to indulge her voyeuristic behavior. When I open my eyes, I notice she’s bitten her lip so hard there’s an indent there.

Grabbing my body wash, I squeeze it into my loofah, “What did you want to talk about?”

“Uhm,” she stutters as her eyes fall to my collar bones. “It can wait. I’m just—.”

“Are you enjoying the view?” I tease her.

“Yeah,” she says dreamily while tilting her head. She chews on her lip again. 

I squeeze the loofah over my chest and allow the soapy water to envelop my skin.

The dramatic action pulls her out of her trance. “Noah,” she smiles and looks away.

I smirk at her. I’ve loved to learn the things that make her smile over the past couple of days, however, the things that make her shy, blush, and squirm have been more fun.

She stands there and watches me finish off my shower. With anyone else, I would feel uncomfortable, but with her I yearn for any of the attention she can give me.

I turn off the shower and her soft voice asks, “Do I have to close my eyes again?”

She doesn’t, because I can wrap my towel around myself before I leave the stall. “Yes, close your eyes for me,” I point my finger at her teasingly, “and keep them closed until I say so.”

“Okay,” she covers her eyes with her hands like before.

I pull the towel off the stall door to dry my hair and body quickly before wrapping the towel around my hips. The door clicks as I push it open and I watch as she shifts her weight on her feet.

I walk up to her, so close that I can touch her. 

“Keep them closed,” I say lowly as I lift her chin with a hook of my fore finger and slide my other hand to her hip.

“Mhm,” she hums.

Then, while being soft and tentative, I grazed her lips. Her breath caught in her throat. I pull back slightly, and she drops her hands to my bare chest still with her eyes closed like I asked, I touch my lips to hers again this time a little firmer, a little more insistent.

Our first kiss is filled with curiosity and a newfound longing. A promise of something more, yet innocent and sweet. Yet, I wanted so badly to pull her in deeper; to slip my hands over her bare skin and breasts; to allow her hands to slide down my abdomen, lower and lower.

We pull away and she finally opens her eyes and looks up at me blissfully, “I liked that.”

“You sure you don't want a redo of our first kiss where you know that it’s going to happen?” I laugh while holding her cheek.

“I like little surprises,” she shrugs. “But, if it means I get to kiss you again…”

She makes me turn away to laugh and my face feels hot again. I don't think anyone has made me shy this often. “You’re funny.” Then, I’m reminded of why she waited for me to finish my shower. “So, what did you want to tell me?” I smile down at her.

“Oh,” Y/N breaks our eye contact, “it’s nothing. I’ll tell you another time.” 

[20001541]

I actually like how this is the only reaction we get to see from afo after he kills yoichi.

it leaves a lot to the imagination of how he reacted shortly after this scene, but with how he reacted after he believed yoichi's vestige to be fully shattered and how desperate he was for yoichi to not fade away when he held his little flame in his hands you can get a general idea of how he felt in this moment.

I do like to think afo had a delayed reaction where he froze and then dropped to his knees and started screaming. I'm just imagining kudou and crew hearing this loud agonized scream behind them as they run further and further away. they don't stop hearing it until they manage to get out of the sewers and it's a sound that haunts kudou as he's never heard anything like that come out of another person's mouth before. after that I can picture afo desperately searching for whatever pieces that were left of his brother to keep for himself and deciding to pick up the hand and gently hold it to his face.

or maybe he was more frozen in shock of what happened for a long time and didn't begin processing what happened until he looked down and saw yoichi's pieces floating in the water.

see you can imagine the aftermath to be however you want as we're never shown what happens right after this very moment. so it's something you can play with in fics and I like that. I like to see a variety of different interpeations of how it went after.

[transingthoseformers]

I can't help but notice how the apparently-quintesson-executioner in the leaked images resembles final form Mandroid..... did the quintessons turn him into one?? Is that what was under the windowed lump thing??

I feel like that would be FASCINATING, especially since we've got precedent for a character being turned into a Quintesson in Cyberverse

He DID say he overthrew someone and freed the sharkitrons... I always assumed that was the Quintessons

[bloobluebloo]

The AU: Ganondorf has found a tomb, and in it, he finds a buried-with-honours corpse with his own name. In poking around, he finds the corpse still has a piece of the Triforce.

His first instinct, of course, is to pry the Triforce from this corpse. He can care less who it was; if he can have the piece of the Triforce then he will have the leverage he needs in his plans of conquest.

As he realizes that the Triforce is very stubbornly attached to this individual, he goes back to do research. He finds that a Triforce piece will not leave its bearer so long as they are alive, or another bearer manages to extract the piece. He concludes that this corpse is not entirely dead, if his piece remains with him.

He goes back to find out more about this Gerudo male, back to the grand libraries of the Gerudo. He looks through ancient records of previous men, of kings that had ruled, but cannot find anything on a Gerudo man named Ganondorf that had taken the Triforce. He finds this bizarre; how can there be nothing when the Triforce is a divine power. Surely-

Frustrated, he decides that it is time to interrogate the people. He makes his way to the throne room...to find Nabooru, his second, seated on his throne. He finds himself a little irked, but dismisses this feeling. He had been busy searching tombs and reading transcripts of kings of old so of course Nabooru would govern in his absence. He calls out...but no one responds to him. It is as if he isn't even there. He shouts and clamors and demands attention. Some remark on feeling a certain presence in the room, but being unable to place why they feel as they do.

Now panicking, Ganondorf returns to the records and sifts through recent ones. He hadn't thought of thinking the recent ones because it couldn't be recent! He was king! He was alive, right? And then that's when he finds it, an official obituary, his name, and the date of his death.

Based on this prompt

[cinnabeat]

literally what was the point of hiding brains face in the beginning

[tvrningout]

arata vc: wanna join my band?? it's the best band in the world-- uhh no we haven't played any gigs yet, but we're gonna play lots!! haha nah, we don't have a front man yet either... can you sing??

[infizero]

i exaggerate QUITE A LOT on here but im dead serious when i say that every time i think about the fight between sunny and basil tears well up in my eyes INSTANTLY. literally one of the most heartbreaking stomach churning gut wrenching moments ive ever experienced in media ITS THE SADDEST FUCKING THING EVER AND IT HURTS EVEN MORE WHEN I TRY TO VISUALIZE IT IN REAL SPACE INSTEAD OF A GAME MENU ITS SO DEVASTATING

[hoshigray]

This is my first time requesting something but HEAR ME OUT, "Slow Cuddle-fucking with og Sukuna while he is holding (and caressing) Reader (His wife) tightly and praising her (with him having size(difference) and breeding kink) oneshot please please please PLEASESSS😭

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: NAH CUZ I SEE THE VISION, HOLD ON–

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: true form! Sukuna x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - size difference - monster-fucking (he got 2 dicks, y'all) - double penetration; anal and vaginal - spooning dp position - breast fondling + nipple play - breeding kink - clitoral play (pinching and swiping) - dacryphilia - pet names ([little]dove, good girl, my wife, woman) - soft! kuna, but not too OOC - mention of drool/spit and tears.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.5k

“Stay still, woman…Mmnnn, good girl, nice and easy…”

It’s not a rarity for Sukuna to have his hands on you as you two slept through the night. After all, he is the King of Curses; asking permission to touch his is beneath him. You were made for him to hold – sculpted for his cursed hands to touch – everyone else was far behind or had no standing compared to your demonic husband. And with you both sharing a futon every night, who’s supposed to tell him to keep his hands to himself?

You, his little spouse, knew of this. Marrying the King of Curses was something you never imagined would happen — let alone falling in love with the giant man! You’ve always had dreams of becoming a sweet little partner to someone; for that to be fulfilled by the cursed man who could kill thousands in the blink of an eye is astounding. 

And, of course, being a wife entails all the duties accompanying the package. Especially now, as you two lie together on the floor, nude bodies nestled close on the futon above the tatami floor, and your naked figure trembling from the insertion of one of Sukuna’s paired cock. And your heart drops at the second one brushing up against the crevice of your ass when he pushes the one inside your throbbing, velvety channel. 

“Mmmph…! Sukuna, no,” you whined, your butt inching away from the second member. “I can’t handle both—“

“Don’t lie; you’ve done it before and did it well,” a hand brings your waist to him. “Or maybe I should just have one of the concubines take care of me, seeing as though my own wife is neglecting their duties.” 

He wouldn’t do that; Sukuna’s interest in his insignificant mistresses had long been diminished once he took you up as his bride, practically collecting dust as he hadn’t visited them since you shared a bed with him. Now, he uses them as tools to probe you. And he has to hold back the mischievous snicker when your eyes widen with anxiousness, wrapping your arms around his neck in desperation.

“N–No, please!” You pleaded; it was the only sufficient approach. “I’ll be good to you, I promise!”

The four-eyed curse scoffs. “Then do what you’re supposed to,” Each crimson orb takes in information about your bashful expression, “And attend to your husband like a wife should.”

Further complaints cease at his command, so you quiet down and arch your behind to him submissively. Sukuna takes your initiation with his hungry bottom hand on your ass, squeezing the flesh as you guide his other dick to your lubed asshole. With a hum, he pushes himself and forces you to take his cocks with your bottom, needing a few seconds to breathe when your holes reach the base of his members.

“Good girl,” he says to your ear to make you shudder, and he lifts your leg with the hand that finished groping your asscheek. “Obeying me so well like always…”

He begins to move without a signal, slowly pulling himself in and out of your warm wetness that coats his length with your slick. You can’t help but grip the girth limbs that massage your insides, involuntarily throbbing on them with shaky breaths.  

“Mmmaah, ohhhmyG—Mmm!” Speech isn’t easy, even with his upper left hand cupping your cheeks. And your brows furrow as the upper right sneaks to grope a breast. “Faaahh, Suk..una, I’m too full already…”

“Mmm? Is that so?” Sukuna asks with a patronizing tone, licking the helix of your ear to hear you gasp. “But we’ve barely started yet, my wife. Don’t bore me before I can enjoy you yet.” 

His hips go at a gradual cadence that has you keening a mess, the sensation of the veins of his cocks felt by the walls of your holes. You howl silently, not wanting to make too much noise.

But that doesn’t fly with your husband, speaking to your ear with that hoarse voice. Almost has you melting as he squishes with your cheeks, “Let it out, princess,” he commands. “I want to hear that voice; don’t you dare hide that from me.”

Fuck, the way you felt on his dicks was so fucking good, having the cursed behemoth burrow his face into the cubby of your neck. Slow kisses on your skin segway to sucks that should mark for later. He could never get enough of how small you were up against him. His giant palm swallowed your tit, your ass bouncing with every thrust, and how damn tight you were as you accommodated the two members making your entrances busy. 

Goddamn it, he bites his lip, dialing up the speed of his ruts a bit. Scratching your inner walls has you squeaking louder, unable to stop yourself when he grinds his hips after a sudden grim pound. So warm and snug for him as if you were meant for him. He knew you were meant for him — taking his huge, fat shafts with no objections, just arching your back further so the sensation could be more pleasurable like the loyal, little pet you are. “Hmngh…! Yeah, just like that, little dove; keep clenching around me like that…”

Restraint was gone long ago, letting your voice and shrieks fly out and fill the quiet bedroom. The sound of his skin shaking against your ass, the heat of your cheeks making it hard to think, and the shivers crawling your spine with every graze to your sweet spots. Everything feels like a haze, your brain too clouded to think outside this moment. 

And then you sense the hand on your breast let go, slithering down to your unattended clitoris, which has your eyes shoot wide as your demon husband presses down. “—Khhff! Nooo, ‘Kunaa, you mustn’t…!”  

He lifts a brow with a grin; you dare question him? “And why shouldn’t I?” He pinches the delicate bud, resulting in a scream sneaking past your lips. “Hmm? Plead for yourself.”

“Becau—Ahhh! Mmmm, I’ll cum. I’m gonna cumm…”

“Then don’t,” Sukuna doesn’t remove his digits playing with your clit, and the hand on your chin pulls your face to look at him. “Cum without my permission, and I’ll make sure to not be so kind next time...” His words carry a warning filling your bones with apprehension, yet his soft lips greet yours and he hums into your mouth. The kiss serves as a distraction from his thick digits gently swiping on the pearl.

The rhythm of his hips, however, increases in speed and prompts more moans to be taken by Sukuna. Drool trickles down your lips, same with tears that welled up earlier from the insertion of his girth inside your ass. Your eyes roll at the jab to your silky walls, breaking the sweet yet passionate kiss to cry out as your husband’s fat balls smack your ass. 

“—Ooooo, fuuuck, I can’t,” your eyelids shield your vision, using the rest of your senses to indulge in this euphoric pleasure. “‘Kuna, I’m so close, so—Ooohh!”

“Me too…Ghhh! Shit, me too…” Sukuna presses his hot face to yours when you throw it back, licking the tears off your sweaty skin. You looked so stunning like this, all disheveled and immodest because of him. “Gonna take my load, huh?” He licks the sweat off your shoulder and bites when you don’t respond. “Answer me, Y/n.”

“—Ahhh, yes!”

That’s not enough. “I said,” he pinches your clit again as he gives slow yet rough ruts to your holes. And he can tell by your twitching that you’re doing everything in our power not to come. “Answer me.”

Holy shit, this was borderline torture. “Mmmph! OhhhLord, ‘Kunaaa, I want you to fill me up. Pleasee, pleasepleaseee, I wanna be full; wanna be all ‘round and fat with your child…!”

“Keh, dumb pet; who said I wanted a brat, huh?” He scoffs, yet you can hear the groan as he licks and sucks on your neck while squishing your hot, tear-stricken cheeks. “Fine then; go on and cum with me. So damn needy for my seed…”

Sukuna brings your chin for another steamy kiss, his lower left hand holding yours as his pelvis goes at an irregular pace. Your muffled shrills are taken by feisty lips, teeth clashing with his fangs before sucking on his tongue, and the upper left hand releases your chin to caress your chest once more, tweezing the nipple along with swipes to your clit.

Release gradually creeps up your shaky frame, crying to his mouth when your chasm and anus pucker around the lengths that graze your walls with the tips. Sukuna is not too far behind you, pumping his load into you with a few harsh plunges, making your contracting cunt and rear full of his hot and thick semen. The lower right hand propping your leg up leaves soft kneads on your inner thigh, hoisting it up further so his shafts are deep enough until his pulsing balls meet your ass.

You withdrew from his lips to breathe, your figure quivering through the aftershocks, and your slit and asshole still flutter around his girths. And you mewl when he kisses your cheek and temple.

“Mmm, that’s my princess,” he purrs while placing your leg down to massage your waist. “Such a good dove…”

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