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âď¸âŚ ( drabble ) never let you leave ! ŕ¨ŕ§ ä¸ ě´íŹěš Ő
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request. y/n & heeseung are on a break from their relationship even though hee opposed SOOO to get her to come back he kindof stalks her & makes her feel unsafe so she asks him to come back & protect her .. . ??
ă ŕ¨ŕ§ authors note ă im a little rusty with yandere i hope you like it !!!
he was too controlling, he never let you be; always calling when you were out with friends, or out at work â or just in general he was always calling. he did this under the premise of âthere are bad people out thereâ or âim just trying to protect you.â you could take it anymore. so you broke up with him, told him you just needed space.
he didnât take it well at first; and you expected that. he cried, begged you to stay; he said he couldnât live without you â that probably wouldâve worked in the beginning, but you were tired. âi donât even feel safe with you anymore heeseung, being with you scares me more than anything now.â and with that you left him.
he left you alone after that; you didnât even see him anymore, in fact you didnât see him for almost a month after that. his friends said all he did was stay home and play games, which made you sad, but this was for your happiness, so you couldnât just back down. âas long as he gets the help he needs i wish him nothing but the best.â
heeseung in fact wasnât getting the help he desperately needed. in fact he was getting worse, he was dying without you; he felt like he couldnât breathe because he wasnât near you â well not as close as he wanted to be.
you began to feel it a month later; you let your guard down, and thatâs when you began to feel like you were being watched. you tried to ignore it, but it was hard when it was all the time, even in your apartment. you began to close the blinds. but that didnât work, you felt like you were exposed in your own house.
âitâs heeseung isnât it?â you friend said, you shook your head, quick to defend the boy. âno jake said heâs getting help.â what you didnât know is that heeseung was always one step ahead of you, watching you. waiting for you. he saw your every move; even in your home with the cameras he installed.
you couldnât take it anymore; you felt like you were going insane and nobody believed you, they thought you were just exhausted from work or something. âyou just need sleep.â how could you sleep if you felt like someone was watching you!
you began to think maybe heeseung was right, maybe he was the only one that could protect you. maybe the world was too dangerous for you. which is why you found yourself knocking on his door. âpoor baby.â he saw your tired state. âyou look so tired.â he smiled to himself as you let yourself in. âi canât sleep, i canât go out alone, im scared someone will hurt me.â you rushed to say. âdidnât i tell you that?â he said. âyou didnât listen, now look.â
you wrapped your arms around him, and he wanted to hug you back; but he had to teach you a lesson â donât ever think about leaving him again. âhee im so tired.â you looked up at him with those eyes. âyeah?â he said. âletâs get you to bed then.â
he guided you back to his room, laying you down on his bed. âplease donât go.â he smiled, laying next to you. âim not.â his hand was resting on your stomach. âi won't go anywhere.â his hands now moving. âyou can just stay here with me.â you moaned softly. âheeseung.â he kissed the side of your head. âyou donât even have to go out, iâll make all the money and spend it on you.â he said cupping your heat. âfuck youâre so wet.â
you couldnât believe you fell for again, allowing his fingers to explore your insides like before. âyou missed me?â you nodded. âuse your fucking words.â he growled. âmissed the the way i held and protected you.â he said. âthe way i fucked you?â his fingers curled, hitting the spot that made you moan. âfuck hee please keep going , i need you.â you cried out. âneed you so bad.â
he sped up, your hips following his movements. âyouâre mine, everything you do is because i give you permission to.â youâd complain if he wasnât fucking your open with his fingers. âyou understand, youâre mines, your body is mine, your mind is mine?â you were desperate, ready to cum. âfuck yes hee im yours.â you screamed. âiâll never leave again i promise.â
that was all he needed, before he whispered into your ear. âcum.â and it was like your body was finally at peace, your mind too. âhee.â your breathing was heavy from your orgasm, eyes heavy from your long exhaustion. âshh, go to sleep.â he said. âwhen you wake up we can handle me okay.â he held you softly in his arms. âim fine holding you just like this.â you slowly drifted off to sleep in what you thought was the safest place at the moment â but you couldnât be far from wrong.
because you in fact were sleeping right in the arms of the reason you were feeling so unsettled and by time you woke up you wouldnât be able to do anything about it⌠you gave yourself to him.
you were his now, all his and was never gonna share you againâŚ
Šď¸LUVYENI
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older!rafe and sensitive!reader spending the holidays together
18+ mdni!Â
c/w: fluff, her ovulating and being horny, smut: p-in-v, slight breeding kink, use of dad
wc: 1.5k
ugh iâve missed this man
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âWhy is he doinâ that shit?â Â
âRafe, itâs a rom-com,â she reasons, practically glued to him on their couch with the way she keeps shifting closer and closer, almost unconsciously at this point.  Â
âYeah, a shitty one. Why was it necessary to do a whole fuckinâ speech at the mall? He couldnât jusâ I dunno, tell her how he felt?â he scoffs, clearly fed up with the entire film already.Â
She canât stop the bubbly laughter from escaping her when she looks over to his scowling face. âI mean, this is actually getting kinda weirdâŚwhyâs everyone watching them?âÂ
âYeah, ân why are they still on that fuckinâ stage?â he grumbles while the couple is now fully making out on the TV screen.Â
âPlease donât ever do anything like that to me.â
âYeah, was actually gonna ask, you, uh, you wanna go shoppinâ tomorrow?âÂ
âNo!â she giggles before taking a sip of the hot chocolate sheâd made for herself (because Rafe deliberately told her he didnât want any) but the minute sheâd sat down with the mug in hand, heâd wanted to try it, which ended up with him drinking nearly half of it. Â
âOh shit, forgot to give you this earlier, look what I got you today,â he suddenly murmurs.Â
âHm?â her eyes flit over to his face; momentarily distracted by his pretty features as he searches for something from the back pocket of his pants. Then, heâs pulling a golden necklace from a velvety box.   Â
âThat looks really expensive,â she nervously mumbles, pausing the TV in order to concentrate on the heart-shaped locket heâs holding out to her.  Â
âYou deserve the fuckinâ world, it was nothinâ alright? Can think of it as an early Christmas present if it makes you feel better,â he rolls his eyes, almost exasperated that she still canât seem to comprehend the fact that he enjoys spending his money on her.   Â
âItâs so beautiful,â she croons as she inspects the piece of jewelry with careful fingertips, heart swelling in her chest at the sentimentâ recalling how sheâd mentioned something about thinking pendants like these were adorable maybe once.   Â
âYeah? You like it?â   Â
âI love it. Wait, you had your initials carved into it too? Thatâs so cute, Ray, what the hell?â she feels her eyes grow watery because her boyfriend really is her favorite person in the whole wide world for a reason.   Â
âYeah, know youâre into sappy shit like that, ân you can put mâpicture inside too ân youâll always have me with you or whatever the fuck.â   Â
âShut up, youâre so sweet! I love you,â she exclaims before sheâs wrapping her arms around his neckâ climbing into his lap in the process while he murmurs into her hair how he apparently âloves her moreâ, which she thinks is not possible.   Â
âLet me put it on you?â he says before heâs swiping away some strands in order to clasp the locket around her neck. âLook so pretty with mâname on you.â
âWait, you should have my name on you too,â she jokingly utters out next. Â
âBeen thinkinâ about gettinâ it tattooed actually,â he admits, completely serious, which makes her face scrunch up. Â
âYouâre not getting my name tattooed on youâ youâre crazy,â she softly hits his chest. However, he can barely even feel it because she really doesnât have a single violent bone in her body.  Â
âYeah, crazy âbout you,â he grins, eliciting an airy giggle from her.   Â
Knowing sheâs about to complain about him being weird again, he shuts her up with a press of his mouth against hersâ a surprised noise leaving her when sheâs momentarily taken aback by the sudden cushion of his lips.Â
And itâs sloppy, the way they slot together like puzzle pieces when she opens up for him, but both of them prefer it that way.Â
His kiss was meant to be something sweet but soon enough sheâs rutting against himâ whimpering into his mouth as if itâs been years since the last time they did this. And all too soon for her liking, heâs pulling away.
âSomethinâ you want?â Â
ââŚno,â she lies through her teeth.   Â
âNo? Jusâ uh, humpinâ me like a bitch in heat for no reason then, hm?â he raises his brows; eyes fixed on her frustrated features.   Â
âRay...â she huffs out; a frown already forming on her spit-slicked lips.   Â
âYeah?â he asks, giving her a soft peck as encouragement.   Â
âWant youâŚâ she pants against his mouth.   Â
âBut mâright here?â the furrow of his brows displays faux confusion. Â
âYou know what I mean,â she whines; shifting around in his lap some more.   Â
âMâafraid I donât. If thereâs somethinâ you want, you gonna have to tell me,â the edge of his mouth curls annoyingly when he decides to toy with her, always finding so much entertainment from her struggle.    Â
However, she merely grants him another whine.  Â
âWhaâs up with you today, hm? So fuckinâ needy, actinâ like you havenât been fucked in a month when you were literally cryinâ on mâcock last night?â he murmurs while thumbing at her pouty bottom lip.  Â
âI donât knowâŚjusâ need you so bad,â her eyes begin to gloss over when heâs still not giving her what she so desperately craves.   Â
âBaby, thereâs no need to cry, yeah?â he sticks his thumb past her lips; an attempt to placate her, even if he thinks she never looks prettier than with her eyes all wet and forlorn.  Â
âYouâre ovulatinâ right now, arenât ya?â his brain finally fits together the very telltale signs as he plucks his phone from the coffee tableâ opening the app that tracks her period cycle. Â
âThink so, yeah,â she mumbles, mindlessly sucking on the digit resting on her tongue as she sniffles. Â
Itâs no surprise to either of them when his assumption proves to be right.   Â
âThink you need me to fuck a baby in you, sâthat it? Wanna make me a real daddy?â he croons.   Â
âMhmâŚwant you,â her words are muffled around his thumb.   Â
âI know, sweetheart. Donât want anyone but you carryinâ mâkidsâ think about knockinâ you up so fuckinâ often, you know?â   Â
âYou do?â   Â
âYeah, know youâd be such a good mom.â   Â
âYou think? I think youâd be the best dad, sometimes wish you were my dad,â she rambles mindlessly, the conversation suddenly teetering on the edge of something else entirely.   Â
âShit, such an angel face ân then thereâs this rotten mind inside, huh?â he tuts in disapproval, appearing disgusted as if he doesnât get even harder in response to her wordsâ something raw, primitive stirring in the pit of his stomach whenever she says things like that.   Â
âMâsorry dad,â she offers him an impish smile. Â
âSomeoneâs in a mood today?â he chuckles, narrowing his eyes in a playful manner.   Â
âCan you take off your pants?â she complains while attempting to loosen his belt but with her mind buzzing like a honeybee itâs proving to be a rather demanding.  Â
âCanât do anythinâ without dadâs help, can you? Go on, letâs see if you can take me out by yourself, yeah?â he rasps out, tone challenging.   Â
âNo, need your help, daddy, I canâtââ Â
âShit, youâre fuckinâ pathetic,â he murmurs, somehow managing to turn something so patronizing into something affectionate as he swats away her helpless hands and yanks the belt open himself.   Â
âSee? Not that fuckinâ hard, was it?â he mutters out as his thumb slips out of her mouth before heâs pulling himself out. And even if heâs not even fully hard yet, and sheâs seen it more times than she can count, sheâs still mesmerized by the sightâ eyes rounding out while she simply stares as if sheâs under some spell.   Â
âYouâre so pretty,â she blinks at him, eyes moony.   Â
âStill not tired of seeinâ it, huh?â  Â
She shakes her head.  Â
And since sheâs not wearing any pants (as usual), he only has to tug the fabric of her underwear to the side in order to reveal her messy cunt.   Â
âRayâŚâ she whines when he merely smears the drippy head over her folds; thudding it against her clit to get her to whimper some more. Â
âHm? Want it inside? Whaâs the magic word?â he looks at her with something amused twinkling in his eyes.  Â
âPlease. Dad, it hurts,â she sniffles, desperately trying to rub against him in an attempt to alleviate the ache.   Â
âHurts? Think you beinâ a little dramatic, no?â he lets out a breathy chuckle, making her huff out in frustration.  Â
âMânot, Ray, please, need you so bad,â wet droplets stain her cheeks while she tries to uselessly blink them away.   Â
âShh, sâokay. Dadâs beinâ mean again, isnât he? Mâsorry, baby, Iâll give you what you want, yeah?â his voice is a deep rumble before heâs finally tucking the tip into her weepy cunt, causing both of them to moan in tandem when she practically sucks him inâ his fingerprints denting the skin of her thighs when he aids her movements to his liking.  Â
âYeah? That what you wanted? Always such a tight fuckinâ fit, huh?â he grunts against her mouth; hips meeting hers halfway as he stuffs himself deeper. Â
âMm, I love you,â she whimpersâ practically feeling him in her guts as his cock pokes at the spongy spot inside her while his big hands help situate her on top of him, and she thinks this might just be heaven on earth.
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PARING: exhusband!drew x reader
SUMMARY: you and drew had been divorced for a little under a year now. while drew had your two kids this weekend, zach unfortunately let it slip, that mommy had a new "friend". drew was anything but thrilled.
WORD COUNT: 667 words
WARNINGS: possesive drew, angst, fluff, cursing, kids.
WILLA SPEAKS: hey! this is my first fic, on this blog, and i'm so excited!! please note that english is not my first language, so if any mistakes occur, i'm so sorry! enjoy<3
you stand outside his door, waiting for him to open it. you were a little nervous. you didn't exactly have a reason to be, but you were.
"y/n," drew says as he opens the door. "hi, baby, come in. the kids are in their playroom." he ushers you inside, hoping you didn't notice he let the nickname slip. old habits die hard.
you smile softly at the nickname but quickly stop once you notice. this is your ex. hell, not even just your exâyour ex-husband.
you follow him inside his new house. you liked it, though it did remind you of the house the two of you once shared.
"can i get you anything?" drew breaks the silence.
"you have tea?" you ask softly.
"the kettle is already on, sweetheart," he responds in the same soft tone. god, he knows me so well, you thought.
he finds a cup for you and starts preparing the tea. silence falls between you. it wasn't awkward per se, but not exactly pleasant either.
drew is the first to break the silence, still keeping all his attention on your tea. "zach says you've got a new friend." his tone is sharp, not at all soft like the one you'd heard just a couple of minutes ago.
a quiet "oh," was all you could muster up. you didn't know what to say. i mean, what could you say?
he turns his attention to you, handing you the cup of tea. "yeah, that was my reaction as well," he says bitterly.
you sigh. "come on, drew, don't do this." guilt written all over your face.
he lets out a dry laugh. "i didn't do shit, y/n."
"i'm allowed to move on, drew," you say softly, catching his gaze.
"the fuck you are," he sneers, placing his hands on the countertop. "i can't, so you don't get to either." his statement hangs in the air as you stare at each other.
you scoff. "no, you don't get to do this, drew. you fucked up. you didn't have time for us," you say, knowing how to hit him where it hurts.
"don't say that." he looks down, unable to meet your eyes.
"why not, drew? it's true," you state. "you were too busy with your big dreams, and, i mean, it worked out for you," you say, waving your arms slightly. "you have everything a man could want," you taunt.
"you know that's not true," he glares at you.
you shrug. "you can't have your cake and eat it too."
he scoffs at your comment. "right, okay. you're getting on my nerves, y/n," he bites. "you know how much i wanted to make this work. you know how much i love youâ"
you cut him off. "loved."
"no, fuck that, and fuck you for saying it," he raises his voice at you. he doesn't do that often. "i'm sorry..." he takes a deep breath. "you know that i still love you. i just want another chance, y/n. let me show you that we can make this work," he says softly, reaching for your hand.
you shake your head at him. "we can't put the kids through another divorce, drew," you say softly.
"we won't," he says. "come on, y/n. we can make this work."
you sigh. "drew..."
"please," he says, bringing a hand up to caress your cheek.
"there's no new guy." drew stares at you, a little confused, waiting for you to continue. "that friend zach says he saw me with?" drew nods along. "it was chase."
"chase? as in my co-star chase?" drew asks, utterly confused.
"yeah... he and maddie came by to help me build a dresser." you bite your lip, your nerves taking over your body.
"oh," he falls silent.
"drew?" you ask.
"so, no new guy?" he asks with a glint of playfulness in his eyes.
"no new guy." you confirm.
"so... do you wanna marry me again..?" he asks.
"drew!" you exclaim with laughter as you smack his arm.
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just a fight (b.c)
hello!! it's been an extremely long time since i've posted any fics on here (or written them)! but i finally got the inspiration to write one for our lovely chris đ¤ i saw a tik tok from the new album intro and came up with this idea. i hope you all like it đĽ°
feedback is greatly appreciated đĽ°
It's about the fourth time in an hour that Chris has checked his phone, the frown on his lips staying there as there's still no texts from you. He releases a sigh before attempting to refocus on the task at hand; recording.
The two of you have been in an argument for the past two days. Longest time the two of you have spent angry at one another. You didn't argue often, so Chris is becoming a bit panicked when you don't text him on the third day.
âHyung,â Changbin's voice snaps Chris from his thoughts, turning in his chair to face the younger member. âIs everything okay? I've never seen you this spaced out.â
Chris provides a fake smile, going to reassure him that everything is okay when his phone vibrates. He picks it up immediately, his heart dropping a bit when it's not you. He swipes away the notification without any thought, not really in the mood to converse with anyone.
âI'm okay, I guess,â he mumbles, setting his phone back on the desk. âUhm, Y/N and I had an argument three days ago andâŚâ Chris trails off, biting his lip to stop himself from crying.
âHave you tried calling?â Changbin asks, motioning for the other staff to give them a minute alone.
Chris blankly stares at the computer screen, moving the mouse around idly. âI get sent to voicemail,â he tells Changbin, not moving his gaze once.
âI'll try calling. This can't go on any longer. You can't work like this,â Changbin sighs, standing up from the couch. The younger member pulls his phone out of his pocket, finding your contact before calling your number.
Chris can hear the phone ringing, his heart beginning to beat a million miles a minute in his chest.
âBin?â Your voice comes through the receiver, causing Chris to gasp lightly. He finally looks over towards Changbin, seeing him hold his phone out.
Take the phone. He motions, holding the device out to him. Chris hesitantly takes the phone as you continue to call out for Changbin.
âY/N?â Chris calls out your name just after Changbin leaves the studio. He can hear your breath hitch at the sound of his voice, and he begins to think you might hang up. âB-Before you hang up⌠can we talk? Please?â
Silence fills the space as he waits for your reply. He swallows the lump in his throat, wondering if he's fucked up one of the good things in his hectic life.
âI'm really sorry, y'know? I've always had the habit of keeping shit to myself. You can ask the guys,â he starts to apologize, staring at your contact name. âI was doing really well on keeping you in tabs of everything, but these past few weeks have been pretty stressful. And, I know that's not a great excuse, but being cooped up in the studio hours on end has brought me back to my old ways. I should've told you what's been going on, but I promise, if you don't leave me that I'll change. I don't want to lose you.â
His heart is in his throat as he waits for you to say something, anything. When he hears you start to cry, his first instinct is for him to run to your apartment. âBabyââ
âHow are you so perfect?â You whisper loud enough for him to hear. You sniffle and clear your throat before speaking again. âI should be so mad at you, Chris. But, youâ you make it impossible to stay mad.â
âI'm sorry?â He mumbles, furrowing his brows in confusion.
A chuckle comes from your end, and his heart skips a beat. âIt's okay. Uhm, are you busy? Is it okay if I come to you, or,â You offer to meet up, making Chris's heart race.
âY-Yeah, no, yeah, you can come by. I'll let the front desk know. Text me when you get here?â He asks, a smile coming to his lips for the first time in three days.
âOf course, handsome. I'll see you soon, okay?â You reassure him.
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You're nervous as you walk into the JYP building. You know everything's going to turn out okay, but for some reason, the nausea is still there. The receptionist clears you through, and you step into the elevator. After pressing the button for the floor Chris is on, you decided to take some deep breaths.
Your phone vibrates in your hand, seeing a single heart emoji text from Chris. Your heart flutters in your chest, beginning to believe that everything will be alright. The door to the elevator opens up, and you step out, walking in the familiar direction of the studio they're using.
When you round the corner to go down the slim hallway, you find Chris standing at the studio door. You stop in place, meeting his dark eyes. The first thing you notice is the bags under his eyes. A frown comes to your lips at how exhausted he looks.
âBaby,â you mumble and start walking towards him.
âYou look good,â Chris smiles at you, his eyes a little glossy. âI missed you so much.â
Both of you wrap your arms around one another, embracing tightly. You tightly grip the shirt he's wearing as he takes in the scent of your perfume.
âI missed you, too, baby,â you sigh, combing your fingers through his hair with your free hand.
Chris holds on to you as if you'll disappear once he lets go. He moves both of you into the studio before shutting the door, giving you some privacy.
You pull away from him, keeping your hands on his forearms as you look back up at him. âEverything's gonna be okay, okay?â You reassure him, gently stroking his arms.
He nods his head, clearing his throat before wrapping you up in his arms again. âI honestly thought that this was the end, y'know?â He mumbles into your neck, kissing the skin lightly.
âI'm in love with you, Chris. I don't ever want this to end,â you tell him while massaging the back of his head.
His hands slip under the hoodie you're wearing, a breathy sigh leaving his lips at the feeling of your soft skin. You bring your hands to his face, making him look at you before your lips meet his.
Chris moans into the kiss, his grip on your waist tightening. âGod,â he mumbles, pulling away for a quick second. He reconnects his lips to yours, putting some more passion into the kiss. âI love you.â
You can't help but giggle, resting your forehead against his. âYou make me feel like I've got a high school crush, you know that?â You ask him while placing one of your hands to your chest, feeling how fast your heartbeat is.
âI feel the same about you, baby,â he grins, dimples on full display. Chris grabs a hold of your hands as silence fills the room. He intertwines your fingers, keeping his gaze on them.
âYou okay, baby?â You ask him quietly, squeezing his hands. âTalk to me.â
He lifts his head, the smile still there, and he nods. âI'm okay. I'm justâ really happy that you're back and that we're okay,â he releases a deep breath, bringing your hands to his lips, peppering the backs of them in kisses.
âI'm afraid you're stuck with me,â you joke with him.
âI wouldn't want it any other way, baby,â Chris pulls you close to him, capturing your lips in another kiss.
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author's note: mentions of reader saying she's going on a diet; s4rafe coded. wanted to take a break from posting about burlesque!reader so enjoy! i'm hoping to have one or two more fully edited of rafe and sarah before christmas but i am visiting my family sooo...
rafeâs knuckles went white around the fork as he stabbed at the eggs on his plate. the clink of metal against porcelain made your stomach twist, though you ignored it, focusing on the glass of water in front of you.
"what the hell did you just say?" he asked, his voice sharp enough to slice through the quiet morning.
you hesitated, fingers playing with the hem of your oversized sweatshirt. "iâm going on a diet. i just⌠i feel like i need to lose a few pounds."
his jaw clenched, the fork stilling midair as he turned his full attention to you. his blue eyes darkened, a mixture of disbelief and frustration clouding them. "are you fucking serious right now?"
"itâs not a big dealâ"
"bullshit, itâs not a big deal," he snapped, the fork clattering onto the plate as he stood abruptly. "you think iâm just gonna sit here and let you starve yourself over some dumbass idea you have in your head? hell no."
your stomach tightened as his tone softened slightly but remained firm. "rafe, itâs my bodyâ"
"itâs your body that i fucking love," he interrupted, his hands gripping the edge of the table as he leaned closer, blue eyes locking with yours. "you donât need to lose anything, y/n. youâre fucking perfect."
before you could respond, he grabbed a plate and started piling it with foodâeggs, toast, fruit, and even a slice of bacon. setting it down in front of you with a deliberate thud, he crossed his arms and glared.
"eat."
"rafeâ"
"eat the damn food," he insisted, his voice dropping to something dangerously close to a plea. "donât fucking do this to yourself. youâre perfect the way you are. fuck, y/n, i mean it."
you blinked back the sting in your eyes, his words cutting deeper than you expected.
"please," he added, his jaw clenching like the vulnerability was physically painful.
silently, you picked up the fork and took a bite, avoiding his intense gaze. his shoulders relaxed slightly as he sat back down.
but just as you swallowed, he was suddenly out of his chair again, crouching beside you. his hands gripped your waist, dragging you closer until you were perched on the edge of your chair.
"you know youâre fucking insane, right?" he muttered, his voice low but filled with that same sharp-edged frustration. his lips brushed over yours brieflyâjust a peck.
you barely had time to process it before he leaned back in, this time slower, pressing his lips against yours with more intent. your breath hitched as his hands tightened on your hips, pulling you closer until there was no space between you.
his tongue slid against yours, the kiss messy and heated, and when he pulled back just enough to catch his breath, a thin string of spit connected your lips.
"see?" he murmured, smirking as he swiped a thumb across your bottom lip. "thatâs how much i fucking love you. donât ever pull that diet bullshit on me again, alright?"
you nodded, dazed, your cheeks flushed as he leaned in to kiss you again.
"good," he muttered against your lips, his tone softening but still firm. "now finish your plate. weâre getting ice cream later."
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letâs break the internet!
synopsis: just some good ol hcs/drabbles for cyber sex ft. various jjk characters!! purely based on what i think theyâd do the most if they got freaky otp
content/warnings: minors dni, phone sex, nudes, OF, masturbation, pet names, established relationships, just smut. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, + choso!
a/n: i love cyber sex by doja sm!!! maybe even actual cybersex. enjoy <3
⎠s. gojo - nudes
he loves seeing you, and being the prideful bastard he is, he knows damn well the effect he has on you; itâs kind of hard to forget how pretty you looked the first time you saw him fully naked: your beautiful, curious eyes wide open, scanning all over his body, your cheeks reddened and your mouth slightly open. even after being together for so long, you never fail to get flustered at the sight of him, so whenever heâs feeling needy or perceives that you are, heâll send a little sneaky pic, the more you react to it, the more obscene they get.
the concept of time and place is completely foreign to him. business trip? a quick stop by the bathroom will do! get ready to receive all kinds of things, ranging from a picture of his raging boner, leaking tip tainting his underwear, to nut videos when heâs laying all alone on his bed without you. long day at work? donât be surprised to find a cute little video of him playing with himself in his office, the longer you take to respond the longer heâll tease himself for, so please be nice and send something back! you wonât regret seeing his pretty dick shoot ropes of cum as he strokes himself through his orgasm, your name being said like a broken record, his pretty voice oh so breathless for you.
donât worry thoughâ he always reminds you heâll never feel as good as you make him feel, and if anything, you can always go back to these anytime youâd like! satoru trusts you, so he lets you keep âem.
đŹ my toru đŠľ: baby i miss you so much
đŹ my toru đŠľ: [IMG]
đŹ my toru đŠľ: see how hard you make me sweetheart?
đŹ my toru đŠľ: get here so you can help me out
surely enough, the second you open up your phone and read satoruâs lewd messages your pussy is quick to react the way she would if he were there, right in front of you, telling you all of this. luckily, you were at home, so you sit on the sofa and start rubbing your clit. taking your phone out to take a video for satoru, it doesnât pass 2 minutes before you receive one in return.
in the video, satoruâs hair is ruffled, his skin glowing thanks to a light coat of sweat over it, you assume heâs been at it for a little now, and as the camera lowers you can admire his beautifully pale, sculpted body, veins popped on his arms, hand, and dick, whoâs head and a couple of inches still manage to stick out from his big hands.
glossy, red, and throbbing, his dick is moving quickly as his hands frantically move up and down his shaft, balls moving just as fast, making your mouth water.
âf-fuck sweets, you s-see what you d-do to me? i shouldâve be-been long sleep by now, but this oneâs hard t-to ignore, heh,â he pants, referring to his dick as he continues to stroke himself. âwanna help me some more? i-i really m-miss you, wish âtwas your h-hand as you k-kiss me.â
as if you werenât already soaking, you get even wetter at his explicit words. being unable to not comply to his wishes, you take a video from an angle in which your thighs, pussy, and the underside of your tits are on display. mimicking his motion from memory, you pump two fingers in and out of yourself as your other hand grabs some of your slick to lubricate your nipples, with whom you play with by lightly pulling and pressing the way you know he would. limiting your dirty talk to moans of his name and a couple of âi miss youâsâ here and there, you end up sending a 2 minute video.
your phone goes dead silent for a whole 5 minutes. worried that maybe you had overdone it, you open you and satoruâs chat just in time to see his video pop up. heâs there, white hair falling messily on his forehead as his blue eyes go from looking at the camera to looking at his dick, stroking it at an awfully quick pace as he plays with his balls, the way he knows you would.
ây-youâd do it s-so m-much better a-angel,â he moans, âb-but f-fuck! you l-look s-so gorgeous, i-i canât h-help myself.â
he barely manages to get the sentence out before you catch a sight of the creamy ropes leaving his tip, firstly tainting his lower abdomen to somehow covering your view, the mess so great he even got his phone screen.
âsorry baby, guess you canât say i lie when i say you make me dump the biggest loads huh?â
you really want to reply, but youâre fingering yourself through your orgasm, the dirty little video on a loop as you cum, once, twice, before replying.
đŹ you: sorry for not replying but uh
đŹ you: we may need a new couch
đŹ you: [IMG]
satoru had thought you were asleep, but he chuckles as he sees your purple suede couch stained with a big, dark spot in the center. the thought of fucking you in it makes him hard again, so he just replies:
đŹ my toru đŠľ: sure sweets
đŹ my toru đŠľ: iâll get us any couch you like
đŹ my toru đŠľ: but youâll let me fuck you in this one for every dollar i spend in our next one
⎠s. geto - video call
suguru is a sensual man. heâs not a fan of doing it over the phone reallyâ he canât see you. nudes arenât his thing because heâd rather see it as itâs happening, and even though thirsty texts could be the start of it, theyâll never suffice, therefore, he loves facetiming you whenever you text him all hot and bothered. finding you blushing, eyes watery, and breathing heavily is utterly addictive, and who is he to deny his pretty girl?
of course you canât get off as well by yourself as you could if he was there to take care of you.
âtouch yourself for me pretty. caress your thighs the way you know i would,â he coos on the other end of the line, palming himself through his underwear.
âi-iâm so horny sugu, i donât know if i can take y-your teasing,â you saw in-between moans.
he chuckled, then he says âalright darling, but if you wanna go quicker, youâll have to match my pace.â
âyes please!â you beg.
âwho am i to deny you?â he says, and then he gets rid of his underwear in one swift movement. as he starts stroking himself quickly, hand shifting from base to his pretty, leaking reddened tip and fondling his balls clear for you to see, he starts instructing you. âf-fuck okay, lick two fingers and then go ahead and p-put them inside for me love.â
you do as youâre told. given that you had been edging yourself all day it doesnât take you long to recognize the buildup of your orgasm. even through the screen, suguru instantly recognizes the familiar look of your pulsing pussy when sheâs about to cum. your pretty walls get impossibly wet, your fingers get sucked in too easily, and your legs are shaky. wanting to cum at the same time as you, he starts playing with his tip, the way he knows you would, and he gets particularly quiet to listen to your pretty moans.
âoh my god sugu! please, i canât wait much l-longer, a-are you c-close?â you ask between pants, trying your damned best to form a coherent sentence.
âjust wait a little bit more for me baby, donât get ahead of yourself now,â suguru replied, not wanting to miss out on your orgasm.
âf-fuck, i c-canât wait much longer,â you say, fingers starting to get tired from bullying your dripping cunt at his command.
your moans, pleas, and barely cohesive words put a spell on him. his cock was a mess, red from his obscene throbbing and stimulation from his hands, veins on the verge of popping, and sticky from his precum, and even though he had kept you there for 10 minutes, you and him both were close to hitting your climax. bucking his hips into his hand as he tries his best to patch the pace of his strokes to the one at which you were fingering yourself, his usual praise or instructions go away completely as heâs stroking himself silly, mind only being able to take in the view of you pleasuring yourself and directing his hands to finish off his aching dick.
before he knows it, the screen of his phone is creamy, along with his hand and his pants under him. he had just nutted a messy load and the cum in his screen aligned itself perfectly to make it seem like he had taken a little long to pull out and your entrance and thighs were coated. of course, the sight alone made his dick wake back up and take place on his hand.
âbaby⌠you wanna try something new?â he asks.
âmmm?â
âgo ahead and get the condensed milk for me⌠why donât ya put on a show?â he says, flashing the camera down so that you could see his newly hardened cock along with the mess he had just made.
âgreedy arenât ya?â you purr, getting up to walk towards your kitchen.
âonly for you,â he says, genuinely.
and with that, you knew itâd be a long night, not that the sticky mess on your sheets or exhausted self found to work next morning wasnât a price too high to pay, thereâs nothing in this world you wouldnât do to watch your pretty boyfriend moan and cum over and over for you, veiny hands stroking his matching veiny dick a sight to behold, especially when his loads were so heavy, and the best part? you knew he felt the same.
⎠t. fushiguro - OnlyFans
heâs just trying to have fun. not fond of all that online bullshit because he cannot be bothered with it! if heâs horny, heâll deal with it with you and you only, not his incompetent hands when he could have your lovely hands instead or your beautiful and skilled mouth.
now, heâs always down to record your little fuck sessions. it didnât really occur to him to make those a side gig until you suggested it one night, knowing you both could use the money, and that toji would hate to overwork you to get something he feels he should be providing. being the absolute nasty man he is on the sheets, he didnât even have to think it twice before agreeing, after all, who is he to say no to his hot girlfriend, let alone if itâs a pleasurable way to get money?
and that is how you found yourself in this predicament. you were in all fours, back arched, pussy wet and in display for all of your followers to see. toji was feeling up for a stream tonight, and thanks to your followers and your boyfriendâs nature, youâre just hot and bothered, begging for his touch, because all heâs doing is teasing you for the camera.
âlook at you horny fuckers,â he says to the camera, âbet yâall wish ya were me arenât ya? i guess iâll you some mercy and let you choose what happens to her next,â he says as he slaps your wet cunt for the nth time.
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blueeyedfreak: donât care what ya do, i just need to see her pussy squirt.
âwanna see my pretty girl squirt? want to see this fucking nasty cunt make a mess on my fingers? iâll show you a good fucking mess,â he says, riled up by the money, and the plethora of lewd requests.
given how wet you were, toji just ran two of his digits through your slit and labia before thrusting them inside of you. going on scissor-like motions to get started, you become a moaning mess, fingers gripping the sheets under you, chest heaving oh so much while your face was flushed, glowing from the thin layer of sweat you had worked up, and your beautiful eyes rolling to the back of your head.
âiâll show you how she fucking squirts,â he says more to himself than to the crowd, slapping your cunt before pulling his dick out. he pounds into you relentlessly, bed creaking and hitting the wall, eyes to the back of your head, and unable to form a comprehensible sentence. given that by teasing you he was teasing himself just as much, it didnât take too long for you to cum, a splash of your slick all over his fat cock shown to your followers, all of which left lovely, supportive comments.
before the video ends, toji kisses you sweetly, in frame enough for people to see what was going on, but out of frame enough where nobody could rlly see your face besides toji. with that, he turns to the camera with his characteristic smirk, and turns off the live without another word.
the funny thing about being intimate in such a lewd and quite public manner is that there are still ways to keep some things between the two of you. toji has never once let them see your face, nor do they get to see his as he comes undone. any videos you wish to keep private remain that way, the public only gets to see what you want. and honestly? itâs the best fucking thing.
⎠k. nanami - sensual texts
nanami is a gentleman. he is also a man heavily ruled by his morals and better judgement, thus heâs not really one to lean towards sending explicit pictures or videos, let alone ask for them, for he respects you too much. regardless, at the end of the day heâs still a man, your man, and he is not only in love with you, but your pussy.
you, on the other hand, speak up more about your desires and wants than he does, so itâs not rare for you to text your lovely husband whenever youâre feeling restless and in need of his touch while heâs away. heâs gotten used to it by now, and although heâd likely never admit it to you, he looks forward to those lewd, provocative texts.
đŹ you: what time are you coming home my love?
đŹ kento â¤ď¸: Not anytime soon. Sadly, the mission has taken longer than expected and Iâll probably have to work overtime.
đŹ you: awww no! i miss you so badlyâŚ
đŹ you: been thinking of you being inside me all day, and my fingers are so so tired baby
this is all it took to get him worked up. knowing he wouldnât be able to focus on the task at hand when his dick was straining so painfully against his pants and all his mind could think of was the many ways he wish he could please you right now, he quickly excused himself to go to the bathroom.
whilst being there, he got down to work and palmed himself through his boxers as he looked through your recent messages and pictures. you truly drove him insane, who wouldâve thought the poised man could break his composure just from 3 texts? that your words, on a screen, nonetheless, would get his pants too fucking tight, his cock so restless and achy for touch? that instead of doing his job like he shouldâve been doing, is actually fighting back groans as he gets off to the idea of fucking you right there in conference room for everyone to see?
he can envision it very well: you, messy hair, bent over the table, shirt long forgotten on the floor and skirt a little fad up your back, thighs quivering and drops of your slick running down its insides as heâs pounding his thick cock into you, a smack, smack, smack! from every time his balls slapped against your pussy, hand wrapped around your neck while the other one is caressing up and down your arched back, as everyoneâs face is suddenly blurred and all he can see is his dick going in and out your cunt making your ass jiggle deliciously.
he lost track of time caught up in his little fantasy, and 30 minutes had already passed by, but his hand wouldnât leave his dick and his mind wouldnât think of anything that didnât relate to you, and your body, and your voice when you main his name, and your hair, and your touch, and-
âyou okay in there man? please donât tell me you got a stomach bug,â gojoâs voice broke through his lewd thoughts, followed by some knocks on the door.
âf-fuck,â he mutters, âiâll be out in a moment, but that ramen mightâve been to spicy for me,â he covers up.
âhurry up, donât wanna make it awkward, heh,â gojo says teasingly.
this almost killes it for nanami, but once heâs certain gojoâs back in the conference room he decides he must finish himself off. whatâs 10 more minutes of his absence? besides, itâd be unprofessional to come back with a tent on his beige pants, would it not?
⎠k. choso - phone sex
choso is still fairly new to these things. given that youâre his first and only, heâs still a little shy about what he likes and can do, but thereâs no shyness that would hide the lust this man has for you.
originally, he had never intended to start having phone sex with you. he was familiar with the concept, yes, but he didnât really have it in him to ask you to do it. he felt heavenly whenever he was able to please you or get pleased by you, and his memories (and maybe some of the photos he has of you) suffice to get him off whenever you two couldnât be together.
one night was particularly rough though. you were away for a work trip, and he stayed home while you were gone. the first couple of days went by fairly easily, he would facetime you to check up on you and hear your voice, heâd do whatever he needed to do throughout the day, and at night he would take a long, hot shower, and get hard at the thought of you.
he has a pretty high sex drive, and ever since you started getting active, he yearns for it more and more as time passes. so, in absence of your touch and presence in its entirety, he finds solace in memories and make believe. itâll all start by him remembering you through the day, heâll either pass by a restaurant you like, or perhaps lighting the candles you love, and maybe even picking up clothes youâve left somewhere and forgot to put back in their spot.
his mind will go to more explicit memories from there, like that one time you couldnât wait to get home and fucked in the parking lot of the aforementioned restaurant, windows foggy, car shaking, and you looking ethereal as your head was pushed back, tits bouncing deliciously right in his line of sight, your body pressed so tightly against his as you rode his hard dick. or, back to the time where you made love in a candle-lit evening as the sweet smell of champagne toast filled the room, along with the sounds of skin slapping, his whines and grunts, and a mixture of your pleas for more, the repetition of his name, and your moans, all of which drove him insane. even your clothes on the floor reminded him of the countless times heâs taken them off you, and the handful in which he fucked you while you still were in them, often being when you had some lazy morning sex as he thrust into you from the side while kissing the back of your neck.
shutting off the cold water after realizing his dick just wouldnât go down unless he dealt with it, he conveniently saw an incoming call from you as he grabbed his phone to look at pictures of you.
âhi baby! i miss you, how was your day?â your lovely voice says.
âjust a little tired baby but iâm happy to hear your voice, will you tell me about your day? donât spare any details,â choso replies, sitting down and lazily touching his dick.
oblivious to the reason why he just wanted to hear you talk, you begin rambling on about your day. usually, choso would ask questions throughout or just drop in some âright,â and âyeah?â or âoh,â but today heâs just humming, and his voice sounds shakier than usual⌠is he running?
âbaby,â you call.
âw-what d-darling?â
âare you okay? you sound worked up and i repeated my last sentence 3 times and yet you didnât notice,â you question, a little worried at his unusual demeanor.
he blushes at your question, how would he muster up the courage that he was just trying to get off to your voice? as much as he wanted to lie to you, he knew he couldnât, and so he just swore heâd make it up to you as soon as he could.
âwell baby, please forgive me, but i was just lonely and i missed you so much and well i-â
âyou didnât fucking cheat on me did you?â you ask, a little over the edge.
âno! i could never, iâm just embarrassed to confess what i was really up toâŚâ
you sigh in relief, your short-lived rage leaving your body as curiosity takes its place. âwell then, what is it? promise i wonât judge.â
âi mightâve been, just maybe, jerking off to your voice,â he confesses, voice trembling with every word.
ââŚâ
âiâm so sorry! i promise you iâll make it up to you! iâll listen to your story and get you those flowers you said you liked and-â
âcho,â you say, stopping his tangent, âiâm not mad, iâm just a little surprised of course, but iâd be lying if i said that your little confession doesnât have me rubbing my thighs and made my pussy wet.â
âoh,â he says, âoh.â
âdo you wanna⌠help each other?â you suggest, and choso is quick to get out a yes.
10 minutes later youâre both laying in bed, clothes long forgotten on the floor, cock in hand and fingers in your cunt as you both tell each other what youâd do to each other if you were together. soon enough, youâve gone beyond the point of being talkative, so you just let your moans and grunts do the speaking for you instead. the sloppy sounds coming from your fingers going in and out your soaking entrance intermingling beautifully with the sounds of his quick strokes through the line.
âf-fuck baby iâm so close, are you?â he asks between pants.
âch-cho, n-need to c-cum so b-bad!â you manage to get out.
âthen cum b-baby, letâs do it together,â he says.
his last couple of strokes go harder and faster than the previous ones, his hands seemingly inspired for your more frantic pants and moans on the phone, and as he hears one last âchoâ from your fucked out voice he is busting the fattest load he has in a while, knowing itâll be hard to wash those sheets off after heâs over his high.
but fuck it, it felt so good and he was just so needy for youâŚ
â⌠round two?â you ask.
âhell yeah,â he replies, feeling his cock harden once again. he could get new sheets, but nothing would be worth losing this moment with you. after all, he was down to do it again, again, and again for every night you spent away.
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TT: I guess I could wake back you up, if you really want. [âŚ] TT: But you have to promise to stay put. TT: Don't try to stop me. Just let it go.
You stole his martyrdom with a ball of yarn. Do you really, honestly think he won't do the same for you?
The second that Dave emerges from this bubble, heâs going to do everything in his power to try and save your life. I know it, he knows it, and you know it, and thatâs why youâre dragging this out so much. You know he won't let you go, but you're convinced that he needs to.
TT: It really makes no sense for you to go. This was never your preoccupation. TT: They selected me a long time ago.
And youâre deep within in their domain, now, so I'm sure their voices are clearer than they've ever been before.
Maybe the Horrorterrors believe this death is a necessary sacrifice â but thatâs easy for them to say, isnât it? Theyâre not the ones risking their lives, here â and, honestly, you might be risking your afterlife, too. If anything could obliterate you without leaving a ghost, itâs a Green Sun supernova.
TT: Yes, they helped you chart a path through the Ring. And they will open that path for a pilot they have marked. TT: I believe I fit the description. I'm not sure about you.
You believe you fit the description?
So all that talk about how the gods 'selected' you is complete bullshit, then, because youâre just fucking guessing. You're hoping, because the one apparent alternative is unacceptable to you.
Rose, please think this through. Think about the situation youâve been maneuvered into, and whoâs been doing the maneuvering. Consider whether this dichotomy you've been trapped in is real, or manufactured â and consider the possibility that you donât have to let your loved ones die, or die for them.
TG: why do you think that TT: I am the pilot. That's all there is to say on the matter. TG: but i dont want you to die
When Iâm reading these charactersâ lines, I often imagine I'm hearing their voices.
TT: Help John and Jade. TG: this isnt right
This is the first time Iâve pictured Daveâs voice cracking.
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giving virgin sub!chris his first blowjob
this is inspired by @mattybsgroupie virgin!chris with milf!reader, so go check her out i lovelovelove her fics!!!
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âp- please mama..â you hear the boy whine while clenching his fists, not knowing where to put his hands. âplease what sweet boy? mâgonna need a little more than thatâ you grin, your eyes low as you continue to rub over the forming bulge through his jeans. âneed- need your m-mouthâ he murmurs, clearly embarrassed. âneed my what? câmon honey.. one more timeâ
he canât help but grind his hips up into nothing at your teasing words, he knew what you were doing and he was willing to do anything to have your pretty mouth around him. âyouâre that desperate? fuck baby.. just say it one more time and iâll give you whatever yâwantâ he shudders when he feels you apply more pressure to his hard dick, begging to be freed from the uncomfortable layers.
âplease mama! n- ngh- need your mouthâ his voice now a little louder than before, you smile and begin to unbutton his jeans pulling them down to reveal him. âsuch a good, perfect boy, yeah? look at you, sâall for meâ you wrap your hand around him and begin to slowly stroke him.
âm-mama.. mmâ all that is heard from him is mumbles and incoherent nonsense, âyeah baby?â he can hear the smirk in your tone, his hips buck again as if trying to silently say that he wants needs more.
you finally take him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks around him. âo-ohh mam- fuck! r-right th-thereâ his hands start to scatter not knowing where to put them, you rest both of them in your hair. your continuous humming and moaning around him pushes him closer and closer to the edge and his hands steadily grip onto your now messy hair.
it doesnât take him long to feel that pit in his stomach become stronger âm- mâgonna cum c-can i cum mama please!â his soft whimpers and whines signal that heâs close, you pull off for a split second. âgo ahead baby, cum for meâ you focus your attention on his sensitive tip and stroke the rest of him. âplease please please-â he doesnât even know what he was begging for, just babbling off nonsense as he reaches his high.
âgood boy you did sâgood for me, my sweet boyâ you let off of him and swipe over his tip with your thumb, teasing him. ân-no more please.. mâtiredâ he whines while trying to swat your hands away. âokay baby, no more. mâso proud of youâ you climb up onto the bed and he rests his head on you, letting his tired figure settle onto your chest before curling up and dozing off into a peaceful sleep.
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ok so im SOAKED thinking about virgin!chris SIGHHHH ugh anyways i feel like its so awkward towards the end when ending smut IDK but i hope you enjoy!!
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â ( do note this ask was sent before my rules post was out but ill let it pass bcz it doesnt break any rules )
ah hello ! !! this is the first time im writing for jingyuan sama ..! hopefully its to your liking anon .. <:D tho i did self indulge a lil much on this ... hopefully you still like it x_x
also , yes .! i love ryona . i dig it a lot .. please dont b scared to req anything with dark themes .. i will be cheering you on !
pair â reader x jing yuan
wc â ~1k
contains â sub bottom char, dom top reader, established relationship, gn reader, possessive reader, jealousy, (false) cheating suspicions, reader is kinda fucked up in the head, size difference (smaller reader), thigh humping, dry humping, reader is pretty forceful
you couldnât stand it.
the way he would ignore you sometimes, when you two just wouldnât be able to have some pda for the sake of his reputation. it pissed you off.
you want to love him! show him off, maybe. hug him, kiss him, hold his hand.. all in public. but you canât â because he has a reputation to uphold here. and what made you more mad is the fact youâd hear your own colleagues talk about him. how they want to get with him.
what pissed you off the most about today, though? you heard someone spreading rumors. dating rumors. not between you and jing yuan, no. (you wouldâve appreciated that, really) it was between him and some other woman â one that heâs been working with for a good while.
you clicked your tongue, entering his office. even just from your face it was obvious you were in a horrible mood.
âoh?â he started, with that usual lazy smile of his â âmy dear, something on your mind?â
he shifted in his seat, adjusting himself so you could sit yourself beside him â which, you do â letting out a tired sigh. ârumours about you again, love.â you respond.
âmm, itâs the one with that woman, i assume?â
you click your tongue again. just hearing anything related to her set you off â câmon, now.. itâs not like theyâre actually together.. your dearest would never, ever betray you in such a way.
but you see the way that woman was â how she was smiling and all. laughing those rumors off, all while clearly enjoying the attention she got. it disgusts you. it worsens your mood more and more as you thought about it.
the general could sense your frustration â almost as if he read your mind. his expression softened a little bit, this time looking at you. watching you biting on your nail, whilst the other hand was balled into a fist, resting on your thigh.
âhey,â you looked back at him. the frustration was clear in your eyes. even you, yourself didnât get it. what were you so angry aboutâŚ? you canât help but take it out on him. âyou love me, right, jing yuan?â
âof course I do.â he replies â itâs short. itâs obvious. but in your messed up little head, it felt like nothing but a lie.
âprove it.â
âwhaâ?â
âprove it, i said.â you lean into him, a hand against his stomach. the gold part of his belt felt cool against your palm. for a second, it gives you shivers.
âhere..?â the generalâs voice was filled with uncertainty. âthe door is still unloââ
âthat doesnât matter.â you interrupt, âtheyâre not allowed to come in, right? locked or not. just tell them to leave if someone knocks. simple.â
jing yuan gulped down, eyeing the door once more before giving in â fumbling with his belt. slowly but surely getting that corset-like piece of armor loose and discarding it completely.
heâs so obedient whenever you were madâŚ
âcâmere.â you pat on your thigh, inviting him to sit on it â he does, obeying you. you were upset, he didnât want your mood to go even lower. though, due to jing yuan being bigger than you, he was quite hesitant on putting his entire weight â he knows heâs quite heavy.. but you insist he sits down properly.
he felt shy all of a sudden â putting his hands on your shoulders, nuzzling his face into your neck. you didnât know if this shyness was a result of the position, or the fact the door was very much unlocked â maybe both.
you had a hand on his lower back, as if inviting for the white-haired general â your free hand decided to run through his hair. itâs so soft⌠how could you not?
jing yuan lets out a whimper, hips moving on his own. slowly but surely running them up and down your thigh. his own legs shaking. you slip your hand into the side of his pants â feeling around his waist. he jolts at your cold hands, letting out a small gasp. those hands of yours continue to trace through his body, feeling his breath grow a little faster. feeling all over his back, his hips, his waist, him. just him.
you wanted to escalate this, though, you heard something. something he feared. a knock at the door.
âjing yuan, sir?â
a voice is heard, calling to the general. you could clearly hear his breath hitch. âaâ ah.. whoânnhâ!â
those hands of yours continued to tease him. featherlight touches all over his body, teasing him by slipping your hands into his pants every now and then â watching your darling general explain why the person couldnât come in â stuttering on his words, trying to reason with them..
you felt mean today. you were in a shitty mood, after all.
he lets out a sigh of release when they finally decide to go â whoever that was leaving his office alone for another time. finally, he gets to calm down.
âi love you.â you whisper into his ear suddenly, âyou love me too, right? you wouldnât go for that woman, right? right?â
why did you doubt him, even?
you donât know, nor did you care. all you wanted to hear was an âi love you, tooâ from the general.. your general.
his weight was kind of crushing you.. but you didnât mind it much. you pressed a kiss onto his neck, sucking into it to form a hickey. then another⌠and another. it didnât take too long for his entire neck to be covered by them. you loved it.. marking him up as yours (as if wasnât already..)
âmâgonnaââ his grinding was growing a bit more desperate â damn, already?
âgo on. show me how much you love me.â â those words made him whimper, closing his eyes. you pulled on his hair, yanking his head so jing yuan was looking at you â grabbing his face with one of your hands and inviting him into a messy kiss â tongue being forcefully shoved into his mouth.
âi love you, i love you, i love you.. mmMHâ!â he said between eager gasps, feeling his orgasm washing over him. you could, too â that warm feeling on your thigh.
he wraps his big arms around you, moans being muffled by the kiss. he just couldnât get enough, can he? he wouldnât even care anymore if someone came in and saw him this way. neither did you. at least theyâd know you were his.
âi love you, darling. please ruin me..â
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dealer!chris fucking soft!reader in the back of his car
there was just something about the way chris had looked tonight that made your stomach flutter as warmth pooled low in your belly. his one had gripping the steering wheel, while the other was reached over to rest comfortably on your upper thighâa little too high.
his jaw was clenched, eyes focused on the roadâyou couldnât help but ogle him every time your gaze flitted to him.
âi can feel yâstarinâ at me angel.â he says suddenly, snapping you from your thoughts, his hand giving your thigh a light squeeze. âdo yâneed somethinâ?â
you shake your head quickly, legs trying to press together subtly. ân-no i donât need anything. mâokay.â lies. he just hummed, eyes flicking away from the road to look at you brieflyâtaking in your now flushed state, he grinned.
âmhm..yâsure baby? youâre lookinâ a little warm there.â he teased, now giving your thigh a light pat. you just nodded, looking away from his gaze that kept on flicking to youâhe knew.
chris looked at you once more before slowing the car down, pulling to the side of the road as he flicks on his hazards. he turns to you, patting your thigh once more to get your attention.
âget in the back angel, câmon.â
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your knees were on either side of his thighs, leggings and panties discarded on the floor of the car. your muscles ached with how slow you were movingâchrisâ hands gripping your hips tightly as he bounced you up and down on his cock.
your head rested on his shoulder as your arms wrapped around his neck, holding onto his body. small whines and moans echoing in the car. âc-chris please..â you whined, trying to speed up your hips. but the action only made him grip you tighter.
ânuh-uh baby. gonna keep it niiice and slowâwant you tâfeel it.â he grunted, pushing his hips up as he tugged your hips downâcock hitting deep inside your slick walls.
you cried out, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt and your head tipped back. chris grinned, lifting you up and bringing you back down to meet his thrusts over and over and overâeach one hitting so deep. âmm, feel good angel?âshiiitâyâfeel me in here?â hand leaving your hip to press on the lower part of your stomach.
the pressure of his hand makes you moan, bottom lip tucking between your teeth. your head nods, âmhmâha, fuck. ch-chrisâŚmâclose.â your body shakes, stomach starting to pull taut.
âyeaaah, i know pretty.â he moans, your walls fluttering around his length. âgânna make yâfeel better. know what yâneed.â his body shifts, both hands on your hips once more as he holds you in placeâbeginning to buck his hips up wildly into your sopping cunt.
âahâfuckfuckfuck!!â you gasp, eyes rolling back. âpleasepleasepleaseâright th-there!â you babbled, choking out a moan as your head tips forward, searching for his lips through your clouded mind. the tip of his cock pressing perfectly into youâit had you seeing stars.
his lips captured yours, it was hot and messy. teeth nipping at your bottom lip before his tongue pushed into your mouth. your hands roamed to his hair, tugging on the locks, a grunt slipping into your mouth.
he pulled back, breath right against your face. âmâright there angel. câmon, let go fâmeâcan feel ya squeezing me.â your body shuttered at the thought of finishing with him. your muscles drawing tighter as your orgasm rippled through youâchris right behind, spilling inside you.
your body slumped against him, breath ragged as you try to calm yourself. his grip on you loosened, hands now rubbing up and down your back and soothing circles on your hips.
âdid so good angel, sâproud of you.â he whispered against your hair, pressing a light kiss to your head.
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âĄÂ [18+ mdni]!! # loss of virginity, rival to lovers (?).
you weren't surprised when seungcheol brutally threw you onto his bed. i mean, you spent the last few weeks fighting for any stupid reason that appeared. it was obvious that every unfounded hatred had something behind it. he kissed your neck in an uncontrolled way, biting and sucking the sensitive flesh as if he wanted to mark you. you spent most of the makeout in silence, knowing that if you opened your mouths it would only be to tease the other. it was a little pathetic, yes, but it was hot, and seungcheol was hot. fuck, you choked when you saw him take off his shirt, his strong arms completely exposed to you, the silver chain hitting your face. he laughed before grunting and kissing you again, pulling down his pants in a somewhat clumsy way. you just did the same, pulling your dress quickly and getting rid of your panties as soon as you saw him get rid of his underwear. okay, fuck, that was fucking big! you saw seungcheol grab a condom from the drawer, and you avoided thinking about how normal it seemed to him, and then he put it on, going with his glande in your cunt. the sudden act scared you, enough for you to stutter. "c-cheol!" you called him, receiving a look from man. "can you⌠take it easy? i⌠i'm a virgin." cheol's mouth opened in a perfect 'o', at that moment he removed his member from inside you, and at the same moment you protested, asking him to go back, just be⌠calm. "fuck, why didn't you tell me this before?" "you would give upâŚ" "what? of course not, i justâŚ" he shook his head, showing was better than telling. he removed the condom, but didn't get off your body, his hard cock was now touching your groin, while he sucked on the tip of your tits, the light bites on the hard nipple making you moan a little louder than expected, seungcheol lifted his head sometimes just to see you with your eyes closed while moaning, he went down kissing your belly, the wet kisses making your skin tingle. and seungcheol always checked on you, letting out a few laughs when their eyes met. "open" he said kissing your thigh, and you trembled, obeying. fuck, you'd never felt anything like that, the way his tongue went through every part of your cunt, the way he seemed to want to devour you. your moans and contortions becoming greater as he inserted one finger, and then another, and another... he kept 3 fingers inside you, and you clung against the sheets, wetting his hand. "cheol~" you groaned, as a request. and he laughed. you rolled your eyes. but the next second he took another condom, opened a tube of lubricant and poured it into it, there was not so much need, you were lubricated and the condom already had some lube, but he was worried. and then he entered, slowly, feeling you relax on his cock. 'so hot!' he moaned in your ear as he started to thrust, you couldn't even think. "you look so much prettier like this, under me, moaning" cheol was slow in his movements, yet precise, and you thought you were gonna die when his thumb went to your clit, making a pressure there that made you cum. "hold on a little, please" he basically begged, waiting for your nod to re-thrust, shit, you were so sensitive after cumming, your sly moans were making him crazy. he squeezed your left nipple and the loud moan you gave made cheol cum in the condom...
''damn... that was... fuck" he said, lying on your side after removing the condom. "who knew our academic rivalry would end... like this" you teased. "i was able to cum inside you then... i kind of won this game like hell," he laughs. "you only say that because you took my virginity, in fact, if you tell someone that, i'll kill you" "tell someone? damn, never! you're mine, i'll never tell anyone what happened here." "i am what?" "that's right. shhhhhh." he kissed you before you could say anything. "you need to pee" you stared at him confused. "something about needing to pee after sex, don't ask me, i don't know very well either, i saw it on tiktok" you laughed, getting up and going to pee, even if you didn't feel like it. when you went back to bed, you ended up in a silent agreement to sleep there, and that's how you fell asleep nestled in seungcheol's arms.
and that's also how you ended up having your first morning sex.
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Happy 1 year anniversary! I'm so happy to have been able to witness this blog continue to grow. Keep up the good work!
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Inexperienced!reader seeing Vespasiano at a bar and deciding to shoot his shot only to be a nervous wreck the entire time while trying to flirt with him. Vespasiano finding all this adorable and taking him home and teaching reader how to fuck him properly! (with reader just immediately cumming the second he's able to stick his dick into Vesp) đ
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âYeah?â
Heat warms your face with the low rumble to your ear. When did his hand get on your thigh? The calloused thumb strokes along your skin spark your head into dizzy episodes. Itâs the alcohol, you convince yourself. But something tells you the golden hue of bourbon isnât what youâre drowning in â but emerald eyes lightly creased at the corners.
âWell I . . .â you hope that the throat clear helps. âYou know y-youâre. . . one to talk - with that - uhm -â seems not.
Vespasiano, thatâs his name. The patron youâd heard all the bartenders giggling about time and time again. He came in, ordered his old fashion or neat whiskey, sat for a bit. Smoked his cigarette, then left. Youâd seen him a few times. Today you summoned all your non-existing confidence to shoot your short.
Itâs going as well as a virgin with a hooker.
Or is it? His chuckle shoots the heat on your face to your crotch. The stir against your pants spins your head further. When did your pants get so tight?
Tight. You wonder how tight he is. But could you even manage fucking him? He didnât look like the switch type â let alone the switch. The thrum of your dick against black fabric begged for such. A chance, just one chance.
Your nerves, however, tell another story. âI uh - j-just . . . forget I - said - a-anything haha -â the choppy laugh interrupts halfway. The floor creaks with skidded wood and the hand on your thigh doubles over to the other. The bar counter welcomes your back. As though to wingman you for the towering shadow he casts over you. That grin on his lips that makes you want to buck against him here and now.
Damn everyone else. If you could have him over this counter here and now. . .
The trail of a finger down your throat sends your thoughts derailed. All you can do is gulp. Flit your eyes up to his amused ones that peer at the bobbing of your Adamâs apple. âDonât chicken out on me now. Donât think your pants down there would appreciateât.â
You neednât glance down. Your tent strains proudly against his inner thigh. The warmth hitches your breath. By some grace, you manage to breathe out a final - âBut - arenât you still drinking?â
Save your poor heart. It wasnât ready for him to lean over with gazes locked and hand steady. Snatch his glass and gulp the bitter liquid down like honey. Eyes on yours the entire time. Shadowed by dark strands drooped over.
Thud to the wood. The feel of his strong arm round your waist is deadly. So is his whisper. Those small fangs that peek through his grin.
âNow âm not.â
â
Heâs not a bottom, not a switch either. And yet here is. On his back, shirt gone, pants discarded. To say you were surprised at his understanding was an understatement.
âThaatâs it. . . keep going,â he groans with his cock finding home in your hand. The perfect sleeve as it pumps slowly, shakily down his length. His face might send you into a spur right now. Blissed out. Youâd splatter immediately. But for the life of you, your gaze refuses to release his dick.
To say heâs big is an insult. Youâre lucky itâs just his ass youâll have today. The veiny flesh and twitches with suds of precum salivates your mouth. It takes every fibre to not dive down and choke on his dick all over again. His shaky groans arenât making it any easier.
âHavenât done this before either.â Heâs so assuring. The large hand strokes along your face and his blissful smile almost has you humping on his leg. Desperate much?
âBeen on receivinâ, I mean - fuck.â
His words had some magic because your hand acted on fuel. Pumping along steadily to the thrum of his pulses. The rolls of his hips.
Next you catch his wet hole. Your throbbing borders painful as much as pleasurable. To sate the desire you swoop down and kiss around his thick tip. Shudder into his slit and stroke beneath his cockhead. His taste perfectly compliments the bitterness of alcohol. Youâd get drunk on him any day.
But a hand to your hair snaps you from your swirl of need. With a gruff - âyou gonna keep suckinâ me dry or?â oh, thereâs that devilish chuckle again. Your insides flare in competition with your face that he grinds up into shamelessly. âOr are you gonna fuck me, pretty boy? âm waiting.â
Your kisses rain down on his muscular highs like apologies crossed with whines. âNervous. . . I wanna make you feel good.â There you go humping mindlessly into the mattress again. Imagine his hips instead of the scratch of linen.
A warm, tender hand to the back of your neck leads you home to his lips. They overtake yours in a fire, a passion. One that surely is meant to pull more of your pathetic noises out. So you attempt to win back your pride by shoving your hands to his shoulders and forcing him back down.
âThatâs it.â If you thought his groan made you dizzy then the squeeze of his hand around your dick as he reached forward crumbled you entirely. Like hot candle wax, you fall onto him with a melt and buck into his thigh.
The slick of previous lube steals your breath. So you return the favour with lathered kisses into his mouth. An exchange of tongue and teeth. All while he guides you steadily.
Excitement shoots through you at the feel of his rim. Straight from your tip and through your dick. Your hands brace on his sides and his squeeze at your hips. The kiss parts again. Strings of saliva the last evidence. Your hips buck. Your gut pleads for you to just push in. But a quick reminder of his own inexperience in this field steers your muscles to a halt.
Inexperienced? Youâd never consider him such.
Not with the way he touches you. Certainly not with his words laced with teasing lilts Heâd be the death of you. And you would so readily let him bury you. Just how you wish to bury within those warm walls.
âNow. . . easy does it.â He mumbles against kisses to your neck. Small assurances that swell and squeeze your heart. Your body moves on automation. Muscles robotically dancing to his rhythm as your tip glides along his hole. Youâre so busy bothering your lower lip with your teeth that you fail to notice him doing the same. âJust. . . there. . . there - hah -â
Surely, this is a trap. The tightness of his heat encasing your cock inch - by agonising inch - is a sabotage in every degree of the word. One for your heart that leaps straight into your throat. You bob it down with gulps of saliva and swallowed gasps. Itâd be too humiliating to -
âLet it out. . .â
âF-Fuck . . .â
Itâs such a pathetic noise really. In comparison to his deep, rumbled groans and grunts â you feel like a whimpering kitten. How can you be anything but when heâs thrumming around your cock like that? When his heat makes you so dizzy that you have to droop your head to his scarred chest and press kisses all over his skin?
Thereâs no stopping your hips as they chase pleasure. Bucks meet his thighs and your hands flex around his sides. Searching for a leverage, a comfort, to cling to while he consumes your body whole. For a moment - you forget that you are the one inside of him.
âS-So good -â
âYeah?â
The ragged breath finally steals your attention. The sight of him beneath you is enough to snap several chords in your tummy. With emerald eyes peered through fluttery half-lids. His brows itch to crease at the centre. Thereâs no missing the subtle flex of his fingers in the dark sheets. And that light blush scattered across his face? Heâs the sight of heaven, splayed out on a bed of all things for crying out loud.
Every fibre in your body begs for you not to be a hero. His heat is not something you can manage. Stubbornly, still, you persist and press in further. Feel the tightness in your gut. The swell in your chest.
It happened so fast. White blinds your vision and takes over your movements. Youâre needily bucking into his lube-slathered heat with tiny, pitiful humps. Lips parted, eyes fluttered. The shudder that tears through your body shoves you down onto him again and you moan out against his collarbone.
Heat fizzles into realisation. But before you can so much as apologise, that tender feeling finds the small of your back once more. You feel his smile against your temple; and his hips rolling into yours as though you didnât just bust already.
âThat good huh?â The snicker makes you flush. For the life of you, you cannot bother with embarrassment or pleasantries. All you can do is stutter your cock forward in shallow, aimless thrusst.
âA-Ah - ah - m-m sorry. . . mngh. . . just mngh - sâgood.â
âKeep going. Steady. Make a - a - ah - a rhythm.â
Large palms flatten on your thighs. Then squeeze. Vespasiano steers your hips forward until you catch the hang of it. His lips motivate you with showers all over your neck and shoulders. You return it tenfold with bites and marks littered across his throat and chest.
Pleasure swells through your head. Strikes down your spine. The air leaves you in bouts you can barely keep up with. Not that you care. Not that it matters. Who needs air when pleasure flies you to cloud nine?
âD-Does - does it feel - feel good?â Your eyes search his scrunched up face for an answer. Your impatience drops a hand to his cock, and you messily stroke along the trails of wetness leaked from his pulsating tip. An action he clearly was not anticipating with the way his back arched and moans tumbled forth.
Not groans. Not grunts. Moans. You really are in heaven. To have a man of his experience, his age, his occupation and stature. Moan for you.
Your thrusts catch wind of the small ego boost. Fueled with pride you angle, like heâs taught you, and buck ferally into different spots. Searching for that one - just that one -
âA-Ah fuck-!â
There.
âAnswer me. . . Please,â the whine borders all sorts of needy and pathetic. Your lips are wet on his throat as you suckle down on his adamâs apple and press your skin together. Consume his heat for your own. âT-Tell me you feel good. That Iâm - making - hngh.â
âFeels - good.â he groans. You donât expect the hand that claps down on your thigh. Only the grin that he shoots up at you.
âBut go faster. Yeah - ngh - th-thasâ ittt. . .â
What more can you do but drive yourself to madness with your messy thrusts? Youâll keep humping away at his tight hole. Shower him in kisses, bites, gropes - what have you. Sure you might cum more times as you. But as long as you both get your fill â who cares about inexperience?
Just gives him more time to teach more. More time for you to fuck him.
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Random criminal: so, B-Man.
Batman turns and glares.
Random Criminal: you ever think of us after you go home at night?
Batman: ...
Red Hood and Robin: ...
Random Criminal: you break our legs, sometimes shove a batarang through our soft squishy torsos.
Red Hood: I recommend you stop speaking very fucking quickly.
Batman, approaching, looming over: what is your name.
Random Criminal: Steve, and you know, my mother had plans for me, you know!
Batman, dry: uh huh
Steve: I wore diapers. I had a father. I played with rattles, and I went to school. I graduated third in my entire class!
Batman: and yet here you are, helping Penguin move shipments of heroin.
Steve: I have a very expensive girlfriend. Well, she's not so much my girlfriend as a...sometimes thing. The girlfriend title is aspirational.
Batman: she's taking advantage of you.
Steve: don't you think I know that? But she has these abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous pair ofâ
Batman covers Robin's ears.
Steve: âeyes.
Batman gruffly: I have places to be, Steve. Andâ*cocking his head listening to the approaching police sirens*âso do you.
Steve: I joined a rock band, in high school. But the shmucks wouldn't let me play lead guitar.
Red Hood: while your attempts to humanize yourself have been fun, and mildly entertaining, we do have places to be.
Steve, throws himself on the ground, begging: Please. Please, mister Batman, please. I don't wanna go to Blackgate. I'm sorry, I've learned my lesson! I don'tâ*starts crying with snot*âplease don't. Don't do this. I will be a productive member of society, I swear. From now on. You have my fucking word.
Batman, unmoved: I let you go, why shouldn't I let them go? *points at the other trussed up goons*
Steve, considering: Well....
Batman:
Steve: I got nothin'
He's silent.
Batman: *sighs* give me your social security number, your phone number and your home address.
Steve: oh my god. Oh my god yes. Okay yes.
Batman: also I'm putting a tracker on you, Steve. If I ever get so much as a whiff of trouble, I will make youâ
Steve: yes yes
Batman: âsheesh kebab.
Steve: oh my god thank you, thank you. *Robin undoes his restraints*
Batman: I'll get you an entry level job with one of my corporate partners. You will be given work suitable to your capacity. Needless to say, you'll need to trim expenses.
Steve: yes, yes, anything yes.
Batman: also...
Steve: ....?
Batman: you will be at the mercy of my children whenever they want to play pranks on each other.
Steve, raising his eyebrows: really? That's all?
Red Hood, singsong: oh you sweet summer child...
Batman: trust me. You'll regret the day you signed up for a life of crime.
Steve, laughing in relief: you know, you're like a good hearted grinch. You're scary on top, but then, burrow inside and you'll find, like, marshmallow
Batman: ...
Steve: I'll shut up now.
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Modern!MafiaBoss!Aemond x fem!Reader
â˘Warnings: murder, kidnapping, attempted rape, omicide, fire.â˘
âYour boyfriend is a tough one.â He smirked as he walked behind you. You tried to talk against the gag, but all it came out were strangled sounds and whines. âHeâs also hard to find.â The man pushed the blindfold down your head, over your eyes.
You trembled on the floor, fear consuming you.
âWay harder than you are anyway.â He chuckled. âBut youâll be more than useful to do the trick. Iâd be surprised if I wonât see your pretty boyfriend kicking down the door to get you.â
âSir- Iâm sorry, but the lead we had turned out wrong-â
âGet out!â Aemond raised from the chair of his office, his loud voice filling the room. The private detective quickly left the office, running outside.
Aemond was a complete mess.
He managed to resist two days with your missing, before it completely started to tore him apart. He was completely out of his head, he needed to find you.
He threw the papers on his desk on the floor with all the force he had, then he paced in the room, his hair a mess, his knuckles bloody from the amount of jaws he broke to get any kind of information about your abduction.
âFuck!â He shouted as he hit the wall with his fist.
âYou need to eat.â He said as he walked in the room, taking off your gag by undoing the tie on the back of your head. âWeâre not trying to kill you.â He said before freeing your hands, sitting on the chair right in front of you. You looked down at the floor, finding a tray with food and water. You quickly started to eat, you had been starving for days. You looked up at him for a moment, curious about your kidnapper.
White hair.
You scooped back on the floor, managing to get away maybe a couple of inches before hitting the pole youâve been handcuffed to with your back.
âDaemon.â You mumbled, Your voice was shaking as much as your hands.
âThat would be me, princess.â He smirked as he sat back on his chair.
âW-why are you doing this?â You kept stuttering, you were terrified. âI-I didnât-â
âI know. You didnât do anything.â He cut you off. âBut your boyfriend⌠My nephew did. He killed someone he shouldnât have touched.â He looked loosely at you, studying your reaction.
You looked at him confused, your brows arching, your expression contorting into one of confusion, then pain, then disbelief.
âLuke.â You whispered as soon as the realisation hit you. Daemonâs gaze hardened but then he nodded.Â
âSmart girl.â He commented. âHe killed him. So now I have to kill Aemond.â
âNo!â Your voice raised, your eyes filling with tears as soon as you saw the seriousness in his intentions. âY-you canât! Heâs your family!â You shook your head, your hands flying to the knife on the tray. But Daemon was faster, blocking both of your wrists the moment you moved, and handcuffing them back to the pole behind you.Â
âLuke was family too.â He growled. You squirmed, trying to get free, but to no avail. Demon put the gag back on and left you to cry as he walked away again in the darkness of the room.
âTheyâre trying to torture you, brother.â Aegon said as he looked at his brother. He was leaning against his desk table, his nails scraping the expensive wood. His head was hung down, his hair covering his face. âYou have to get yourself back together. We have to think of strategies on how to take them down.â
His brother was the last one that had a right to say something like that to Aemond.
They took his girl, damn it.
âGet out.â Aemond growled.Â
It had been weeks since the last time he got a proper sleep. He was cold, his bed was colde.
You werenât there to warm it for him.
To warm him.
His fingers ached to feel your skin again, so soft, and smooth.
He missed your scent, even more now, since the pillow lost any trace of it.Â
The first days he pressed his face in it, and fucked his hand.
Then he would just scream in it, then fall asleep surrounded by your scent.
The day he couldn't smell you anymore, he thought he might actually go crazy, for good.
He missed you.
And he needed you, he knew it now better than ever.
âIâm impressed by your lack of preparation for this kind of situation.â She immediately sat up, her eyes snapping open at the sound of his voice. Daemon pushed the tray towards her and she quickly lunged forward to at least drink some water.
âW-why? Why now?â She looked up at him and he took off her handcuffs. She quickly grabbed some bread from the tray and started eating it.
There was no scheme on the timing of her meals. They seemed random, and curiosity was keeping her mind full.
She didnât know why she cared so much to find that out, if it was boredness or just a way to escape the fear.
Daemon chuckled as he sat on the chair as usual.
âYou think youâre having a hard time, uh? Being kidnapped, staying here, in the darkness and coldness.â He let out a scoff. âYou eat whenever Rhaenyra eats.â He explained.Â
Rhaenyra.
âS-so thatâs your first thought when you see her eat? Feed me?â
âYouâre not the victim here. Whatever youâre going through, is nothing compared to Rhaenyraâs pain. Youâre hungry? Youâre scared? Sheâs grieving a son..â He hissed as he stood up, walking closer, squeezing your cheeks in his hand.Â
Your eyes filled with tears as she only tried to imagine what it would be like to lose a son.
To lose something that you made, that you gave birth to. That you raised and loved.
âIâm sorry.â She whispered as strong conflicting emotions grew inside you.
How could you love Aemond, knowing he was the cause of such pain?
Knowing he was capable of killing one of his own family, knowing that the pain Rhaenyra is suffering now, is bigger than anything Aemond could have gone through when he lost his eye.
âYouâŚâ He clenched his jaw. âYou are going to suffer. You are going to stay here, with fear eating you alive. The fear that I might come in, and beat you, not feed you ever again, touch you, rape you.â He growled, his face a mask of fury. You whined as he clenched his hands on your cheeks, hurting you, and tried to break free, but he was determined to keep you there.
âAnd whenever one of those things will happen.â He moved closer, his face inches from yours. âYou better remember, this is all Aemondâs fault.â He then pressed his lips against yours, but it wasn't out of affection or desire.
Or better, it wasnât about sexual desire.
It was a promise that he will act on his threats.
âListen, Aemond, you have to face it. Sheâs gone. Theyâre letting you think sheâs still alive only to mess with you, okay? We have a war to win, we canât let an insignificant girl reduce you like-â
Aemond just snapped.
An insignificant girl? She was the love of his life.
Aemond quickly wrapped a hand around Aegon's neck, squeezing tight as he pushed him back against the wall.
âWhat did you say?â He hissed, his voice low and dangerous. Aegon widened his eyes, struggling against his brother's hold.
âL-Listen man-â Aegonâs voice was strained due to the lack of air. âJ-just saying, okay? She was pretty and all but-â
âBut nothing.â He shoved Aegon away, letting him fall on the floor. âIâm giving you two more days.â He said as he sat back on his chair behind his desk. âThen Iâll burn the world to the fucking ground, with you in it.â
âWake up!â You heard a loud yell, a male voice that snapped you out of your moment of sleep.
âI said, wake up!â He yelled again, grabbing your hair and yanking your face up from the floor.
You let out a sharp scream at the pain then went through your head.
âTell me where he is.â Daemon crunched down in front of you, his hand closing into a fist and pulling your hair harder. You whined loudly as you tried to raise your head to reduce the pain, but it was useless, you were too tired, too weak.
âI donât know..:â You sobbed, opening your eyes slowly, trying to adjust to the strong light that was pointed at your face.
Youâve spent days, maybe even weeks in darkness, your eyes werenât used to the light anymore, let alone such a strong one.
âBullshit. Start talking.â He growled as he tugged at your hair.
âI swear I donât!â You sobbed. âWe never met in any place of his business, I donât know!â You cried desperately.
Daemon let out a loud grunt, shoving your head back and sending it against the pole behind you.
Your vision blurred as your body slowly grew weaker to even stay awake.
The last thing you heard was:
âArrange her funeral. Rhaenys deserves it.â
âItâs been months.â Helaena said as she sat beside him on his couch.
âSheâs not dead.â Aemond grunted. His elbows rested on his knees, the palms of his hands holding his head.
He was tired of people remembering him how long it had passed.
He had already been too patient, but Aegon had only one day left.
Then he was going to take the world, and destroy it piece by piece until heâd found her.
âIf she would have been dead we would have found the body already.â Helaena patted his shoulder awkwardly. âI donât think sheâs dead. I⌠I can feel it.â She whispered.
Aemond clenched his hands into fists.
He had always been the first to push Helaena back, telling her that the way she just felt things was absurd and surreal.Â
Useless.
âMe too.â He breathed out, passing his hand through his hair in frustration. âShe is alive.â He stood up and walked to his desk again.
That was when Aegon stormed inside.
âFound her.â
âStay away!â You yelled as Daemon grabbed your ankle, dragging you towards him.
âShut up, bitch.â He growled as he hovered over you, pinning your wrists over your head with one hand, and slapping your face with the other. âYouâre just a cheap whore he bought. He doesnât care about you, heâs not going to save you.â He hissed as he settled between your legs, thrusting his hips between your thighs, making clear his intention. âYouâre only good for one thing.â He put his hand over one of your breasts, groping it tightly, making you whine and cry in pain. âHe has left you behind. He left you to me.â
You screamed and kicked your feet, trying to get him off of you, but it seemed impossible.
âNo! No, please no!â You sobbed as you kept squirming. âDonât touch me! Please, Iâm so sorry for Rhaenyra, please!â You cried desperately, but he simply smiled.
âShut up.â He chuckled, in a sickening, mad way. âShut the fuck up.â He laughed even more. âYouâre mine now. Youâre my prize. My trophy.â
âNo -â You screamed as soon as he grabbed your knee to spread your legs, so he could grind against you. Daemon tried to kiss you, but you quickly turned your head, and screamed again as you saw a wooden wall catching fire quickly.
Daemonâs head quickly turned as he smelled the smoke and saw the fire lighting the room.
He quickly stood up as he looked at the fire, which kept eating everything it found.
âKill anyone you see. Iâll go get her.â He told Aegon before entering the house. He put on his mask and walked in the big fog of smoke, his gun in hand.
Everyone was quickly running out, no one seemed to see or care about him as he walked inside.
Pieces of the house were starting to fall, the fire was burning everything it found.
Then he heard a scream, and his ears suddenly perked out.
He quickly ran toward the scream, stepping to a side of the house that hadnât really picked up fire yet. He stopped in front of a door and quickly kicked it open the moment he heard another scream.
The fire in the room lightened the room enough for Aemond to see the scene clearly.
Daemon was on top of you.
And he was touching you.
Aemond's vision went red.
With a feral growl, he raised his gun, the barrel pointed directly at Daemonâs head. Before Daemon could react, a single deafening gunshot rang through the room. The bullet struck Daemon squarely in the shoulder, knocking him off of you with a roar of pain.
âGet your fucking hands off her.â Aemond snarled, stepping closer as Daemon writhed on the floor. His icy blue eye burned with rage, his jaw clenched so tight it could crack. He aimed the gun again, this time pointing at Daemonâs crotch, shaking with the force of his fury.
Daemonâs scream of pain almost shook the walls of the room, but Aemond couldnât care less.
You were trembling, tears streaming down your face as you scrambled back against the pole where your wrists were still handcuffed to. Aemondâs gaze flicked to you, softening for just a moment. His chest heaved as he took in your disheveled appearance, the bruises on your wrists, the fear in your eyes. His heart broke and hardened all at once.
âYouâll die here, Daemon.â Aemond spat, his voice cold and merciless. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger again, this time hitting Daemonâs leg. A scream tore from Daemonâs throat, but his laughter didnât stop, maddeningly unhinged.
âYou think this will bring her back to you? She knows what youâve done.â Daemon wheezed. âSheâll never look at you the same.â
Aemond's eye narrowed. He took a step closer and delivered a swift, brutal kick to Daemonâs side, silencing him momentarily. He quickly searched him to find the keys to your handcuffs and as soon as he found them he turned back to you, crouching low and reaching out carefully.
âItâs me, baby." He murmured, his voice gentler now. âIâm here. Iâve got you.â
You flinched at first, but as recognition dawned, you started sobbing uncontrollably. Aemond quickly freed your wrists and wrapped his arms around you tightly, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other gripping you like heâd never let go. âYouâre safe now." He whispered, rocking you gently despite the chaos around you. âNo one will ever touch you again. I swear it.â
The sound of creaking wood snapped him back to the present. The fire was spreading rapidly, consuming the walls and ceiling. Aemond stood, lifting you effortlessly into his arms. You clung to him, your hands fisting in his shirt as he carried you out of the room.
You could see Daemon still looking at you, a sad smile on his face.
You almost pitied him, despite knowing who he was, and what he just tried to do to you, you still felt sorry for him.
Because the man that was now carrying you out of the house in fire, had won a third time, and with that, the whole war.
That man, Aemond, destroyed their life, and killed them inside the moment he shot Lukeâs head.
Aemond paused at the doorway, glancing back at Daemon, who was slumped on the floor, bleeding and coughing. âBurn in hell." Aemond said coldly before turning and carrying you out of the burning house.
Even if you did want to leave, where could you go?
Aemond looked down at you as he carried you outside, and you coughed because of the smoke. His eyes studied carefully your face as his hands tightened around you.
He was not going to let you go, so where could you go?
Aemond gently placed you in his car and before walking to the driver seat, he gently caressed your face.
âIâm never letting you out of my sight again, baby.â
A shiver went down your spine, and suddenly, a feeling you never thought you would feel with Aemond spreaded in your chest.
Fear.
Because even if you wanted to leave, there was nowhere to go.Â
You were stuck with a serial killer that loved you.
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IT'S JUST A TKO! â RIIZE
"baby, now I don't really know what we're fighting for. this rematch sex is amazing, but nobody wins if somebody's heart is swole"
tko - justin timberlake
make-up sex with ot7!riize
c/w: somnophilia kinda, suggestive, not full on smut but we gettin there
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shotaro
you won't even lie. shotaro didn't do anything to you. you just felt like picking a fight. and he knew that. but he decided to let you get your little tantrum out. after a while, he just gets annoyed and tries to lean in to kiss on your neck. you instead push him away with an attitude, looking one way. the car is silent as he stares at the side of your face as if he's trying to get a read on you, before he quickly unbuckles his seatbelt and reaches over you to let back your seat. "taro...what're you doing?"
"solving the problem." he says before lifting up your skirt and devouring you in his front seat. best believe that attitude was gone afterward.
eunseok
you have had an attitude ALL day literally. why? because you didn't get your way. your way being eunseok. you guys were on the way to dinner and you started to feel needy. as he parked you started tying your hair up ready to suck him off in the lot but he stopped you. "girl, are you crazy?" he says chuckling at you.
that really ticked you off and you played in his face the whole night; touching him under the table, making unnecessary noises, and bending down knowing good and well that dress is short.
you already know eunseok do not play that at all. he played it smooth and romantic that whole night until y'all hit that car. he forces you into the back seat as he takes his suit jacket off.
"you wanna get fucked so bad, hm? bend the fuck over."
sungchan
you really messed up this time. usually, arguments with sungchan get resolved maturely, but this time it was you who said some things that shouldn't have been said. he locks himself in your shared room for hours before you finally put your pride aside and check on him. you see him sleeping peacefully, sleep shirt rising up a little, giving you a glimpse of his happy trail. you then get a bright idea; head as an apology.
you slowly climb on top of him, bringing his sweats down. you palm him until he's hard before you lick at his tip to test the waters. he doesn't stir one bit. you then completely take him in your mouth, and that's when he shoots up groggily.
"b-baby, what're you doing-" he says before it gets cut off with his own moans.
"apologizing."
wonbin
whenever you and wonbin argued, he was the ceo of 'idgaf'. he acted like you being mad at him barely phased him when really he was going crazy every second you didn't speak to him. he was losing hearing in his left eye and taste in his right.
you had enough of this nonchalant persona, though. you decided to mess with him. walking around the house in your sluttiest dress, making sure to 'accidentally' drop something on your way by, puffing out your chest; yet he didn't crack one bit.
you finally give up and change into your typical sleepwear, put your hair up, and crawled into bed facing away from him. it's silent for a minute before you hear shuffling from behind you and then something hard against your back.
"wonbin.." he pressed his face into your neck as he absentmindedly rubbed himself against you.
"i'm sorry, y/n. please touch me."
seunghan
seunghan fucked up. he forgot your date and you were not happy about it. you decided to isolate yourself in your shared bedroom before seunghan comes wondering in and plops himself onto the bed. he waits for you to acknowledge his presence, but you just keep scrolling. he presses experimental kisses on your stomach before they trail their way down. "y/n...talk to me." you still don't even spare him a glance. his fingers work at the button of your shorts before he slides his hands to feel over your panties. you can't help but react to his touch.
"you still mad at me?"
sohee
you and sohee just came from an event, and a guy got a little too close to you. usually, he doesn't get angry, especially not at you, but for some reason, today it really ticked him off. "y/n, don't you see he was flirting with you?"
"sohee you're being dramatic." you say sighing with an eye roll.
"bet." the rest of the car ride home was silent and you can't lie you were a bit nervous. this wasn't your typical sweet sohee, this was somebody else.
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"i'll show you dramatic." he says thrusting into you at an extremely harsh pace, damn near rearranging your guts. "sohee...slow down please"
he doesn't listen to you and instead pushes one of your legs up causing him to press deeper into you. "he fuck you like this?"
anton
anton's honestly not even taking this argument seriously. you're yelling at him about god knows what, hell, he doesn't even know how he got here. what he does know is that his goddess of a girlfriend looks hot when she's angry. "baby..." he begins to say before you cut him off.
"no, anton, you need to listen to me. i asked you to stop doing that months ago, and you keep going." anton isn't even the little bit of interested right now. "do you hear me?" you ask folding your arms across your chest.
"yes ma'am. whatever you say captain, just please for the love of god, sit on my face." he says grabbing your waist to bring you into his lap.
a/n: gulp. i just wanted to get this out of my drafts bc i hate it
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hi. love reading your works, short but definitely good fics.
would love to request some 'just the tip' moments with bestie dk that ends up with him pounding you until dawn
guys I actually have a problem when it comes to writing about dk Iâm gonna put a poll out soon if you guys would like me to start writing longer fics instead of writing multiples ones daily :)
As the night grew late, both you and DK were exhausted from a long day. Despite your tiredness, DK couldn't help but crave your touch.
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close and nuzzling his face into your neck.
"I just want to be inside you," he murmured, his voice heavy with sleep. "Even if it's just the tip."
You could feel his hardness pressing against your lower back, even through the fabric of his clothes.
He began to grind against you, seeking some sort of relief.
"Please," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "Just the tip, I promise."
You knew you were both too tired for anything more, but the thought of DK using you even just a little was too tempting to resist.
"Okay," you whispered, arching your back slightly to give him better access. "Just the tip, then we sleep."
DK let out a sigh of relief as he slid the tip of his cock between your folds.
He held you close, his chest pressed against your back as he slowly started to move.
"You feel so good," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "Even just like this."
He kept his movements slow and gentle, just enough to give him the friction he needed.
His breath came in soft pants against your skin, his grip on you tightening as he fought to control himself.
"I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of affection and exhaustion.
"You're my everything," he murmured, his hips moving in small, circular motions. "My light, my comfort, my love."
He buried his face in your neck, his lips leaving a trail of soft kisses along your skin.
"I don't know what I'd do without you," he confessed, his voice muffled.
As DK continued to move against you, his movements grew more urgent and needy.
He was panting heavily now, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his release.
"Please," he whimpered, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. "I'm so close."
"Can I please...?" he gasped, his fingers digging into your hips. "Can I fuck you properly? Just for a minute, I promise I'll be quick."
You could hear the desperation in his voice, the raw need and desire that he was struggling to control.
"Please," he repeated, his voice cracking. "I need you, I need to feel all of you."
Without waiting for your answer, DK shifted his position, his cock sliding further into you.
He let out a strangled moan as he finally bottomed out, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.
"You feel so good," he gasped, his hips moving in slow, deliberate thrusts. "So perfect for me."
He started to move faster, his thrusts becoming harder and more desperate.
His hands roamed over your body, touching and caressing every inch of skin he could reach.
"I love you so much," he panted, his lips finding your ear again. "You're mine, all mine."
DK let out a groan as he heard your moans, his grip on you tightening even more.
"That's it," he whispered, his voice strained. "Let me hear you, let me hear how good I make you feel."
His pace quickened, his hips slamming into you with a force that was almost brutal.
He was close, you could tell by the way his breaths were coming in short, ragged gasps.
"I'm going to cum," he grunted, his fingers digging into your hips so hard that it was almost painful. "I'm going to fill you up, just like you deserve."
With a final, deep thrust, DK reached his peak.
He buried himself inside you as he came, his body trembling and his muscles tensing as he emptied himself into you.
He let out a long, drawn-out moan, his face contorted in pleasure.
As he came down from his high, DK collapsed on top of you, his chest heaving with exertion.
He buried his face in your hair, nuzzling against you as he struggled to catch his breath.
"Thank you," he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude and exhaustion. "You're amazing."
He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as he slowly pulled out of you.
He shifted so that he was spooning you, his body pressed against yours from behind.
"I love you," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your neck. "So, so much."
He pulled the covers over both of you, cocooning you in a warm embrace.
DK snuggled closer, his arms tightening around you as he settled in for the night.
"Sleep now," he whispered, his voice heavy with exhaustion.
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