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xomakara · 2 months ago

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Behind Closed Doors

SUMMARY | The quiet guy who lives next door to you hardly seems to notice you, but you can't help but notice him—he's gorgeous. You've given up all hope of striking up a conversation until he comes to your rescue one night after your ex shows up to your house, drunk and looking to take you back, whether you want him or not.

PAIRINGS | Seonghwa x Reader

RATING | Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+

GENRE | neighbor!Seonghwa, neighbor!Reader, smut, non-idol au, next door neighbor trope

CONTENT/WARNINGS | drunk cheating ex, profanity/strong language, filthy dirty thoughts, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), fingering, oral sex (both receiving/giving), dirty talk, praise kink, pet names, creampies

LENGTH | 6,053 words

TAGLIST | —

NETWORKS | @illusionnet @atzhouse @cromernet @wonderlandnet @k-vanity @othersideoutlawsnetwork @ksmutsociety

AUTHOR’S NOTE | I love writing next door neighbor tropes just as much as I love writing college aus. I hope you all like this. Show support by liking, commenting and reblogging. Love you all 💚

"I told you to get out!" you yelled, throwing pillows at the sorry excuse of an ex-boyfriend you dated. You didn't miss when they hit him right in the face, and it gave you a weird satisfaction seeing him be hurt, even though it was from the small weapon.

"C'mon, babe, please. We were so good together!" He complained, attempting to get on his hands and knees and crawl over to where you stood on the opposite side of the sofa.

"Oh yeah? Does that mean that me finding out about you fucking all those random tramps was us being 'good together' too?" you scoffed at him.

"Now, babe—"

"Don't you 'babe' me, you asshole. Go find some other chick to go play house with! I never want to see you again, are we clear!?" you seethed. This had gotten annoying rather fast, and now you could barely stand looking at his face any longer.

"Baby, you know that she's nothing compared to you. You're the only one I ever want. I can't get you out of my—"

"If I was the only one that you cared about, you wouldn't have done that in the first place," you said as calmly as you could, trying not to get more upset by thinking about what he did.

“We all make mistakes sometimes!” He pleaded.

"FUCKING MY LANDLORD IN MY BEDROOM AFTER THINKING I WAS OUT OF TOWN IS A MISTAKE!?!?" you screamed, picking up another pillow from behind you and threw it with full force at him. He only missed the attack by dodging.

"Babe..." He tried crawling to you again but you just punched the sofa as hard as you could.

"I have had it! I am so fucking done! There is no chance in hell we will ever get back together and get married like you'd wanted—we're done. Are we clear on this, Park Donghyun!?" You used his full name in a way that wasn't appealing or desirable. It was in a harsh, angry voice that rang through his ears and scared him slightly. He just stayed on the ground, still crawling as slow as he could and acting as if it pained him for you to feel the way you did.

"Sweetheart, please," he croaked. "You know we belong together. I never really loved them, it was you."

You weren't sure if you two were ever good together or just good fucks to each other—either way, you weren't going back to a person like that. When he reached over the couch for you, you went to dodge out of the way and unfortunately, with your shitty luck, you tripped over the leg of the coffee table and fell, hitting your head hard against the corner as you hit the ground.

There was a lot of pain and the stench of soju filled your nose as Donghyun bent over you with lust filled eyes…and then suddenly nothing.

A few blinks later, the blurry figure above you was now much clearer, but it definitely wasn't your shitty ex-boyfriend. It was a much more beautiful sight: Seonghwa, your gorgeous neighbor who seemed to care more than he should about the stranger across the hallway, not that you were going to complain.

"Hey, hey, you should stay still," Seonghwa spoke softly.

"Oww," you groaned, taking an attempt to move to show you were feeling fine. Seonghwa gently grasped your arms and helped you into a sitting position. "Did that fucker leave?"

"Don't worry. I made sure he wouldn't be bothering you again," Seonghwa replied, letting his eyes glide down to the purplish mark on the side of your face. It broke his heart to see that someone would ever consider treating someone else, especially a woman, this way. "Did he do that to you?"

"This?" you winced at the slight pain. "No. I was trying to get away from him and I tripped. Unfortunately, there was a table there that knocked me out, not the creep." You let out a long breath and blinked rapidly. "God, why did my life turn into a drama?"

You and Seonghwa sat there awkwardly, neither of you too sure what to do in the current situation you were both in. You were never that close, having only waved at each other a handful of times when you had happened to catch each other at the same time and your eyes met. Other than that, you hadn't gotten past acquaintances with the handsome male, though your friends seemed convinced you should start a relationship with him or at least have a nice quick fling for a week or so.

"Hey," he broke the silence that had been lasting a while. "If you want me to, I can put an ice pack on that for you. Might help to prevent the swelling, not to mention the pain."

You hadn't noticed the ache before, but now that it was mentioned, the spot throbbed almost as if in response. A look of surprise had etched onto your features as you finally answered. "That's alright," you answered a little too fast to be natural, "you don't have to do that."

Seonghwa watched you for a second before his expression melted into one of reassurance. "It's okay, I insist," his features brightened with a genuine smile. "Do you have any in your freezer?"

Before you could respond, he was walking over and grabbing them. With the ice in hand, he sat next to you. His shoulder rested gently against yours, his warmth spreading from his thin cotton shirt to you and you were tempted to sink against him and feel his muscles under his shirt. His smell was intoxicating, the light scent of his body wash still lingering from when he showered before coming to rescue you.

Seonghwa was coming home from running errands when the sound of shouting across the hall caught his attention. He knew it was no place for someone to be alone in such a situation, so he rushed over without a second thought. He didn't even question why the front door was unlocked; he assumed someone was preventing you from leaving and Seonghwa did not like that.

Bursting through the door, Seonghwa's protective instincts surged when he saw your ex looming over you. He didn't hesitate – grabbing the man, shoving him out, and slamming the door shut. Concern flooded him as he turned to you, lying on the living room floor.

Seonghwa was relieved to hear your injury was from a fall, not your ex's abuse. As he held the ice pack to your bruised cheek, his heart ached, wishing he could erase your pain. A permanent frown settled on his concerned face. "How are you feeling?" he asked softly, pulling the ice back to gauge your reaction.

You nodded your thanks, then took the ice pack from him. "My head's pounding," you admitted, "but it was doing that before. The ice actually feels good..." You trailed off, glancing at Seonghwa. He was watching you with such focused attention, it made you self-conscious. "Though, yeah, it is pretty cold."

"Hm... How are things with him? Better now? Do I need to scare him off some more?" He joked, despite the tone and the expression on his face showing nothing more than that.

A dry laugh fell from your lips. "I honestly can't believe him."

"He seemed really obsessed." He nodded as he agreed.

"It's not just that," you scoffed bitterly. "He slept with other women the entire time we were dating, even after he said he loved me. He even slept with my landlady when he thought I was out of town." You shook your head, exasperated. "And here I am, unloading all this on you when we barely know each other. I'm sure you have better things to do than listen to me complain about my ex."

"Well, my schedule is empty at the moment, and I don't mind listening to you talk, either," Seonghwa shifted so that your right knee pressed against his own, his arms resting against his leg. "And about us not really knowing each other, we could get to know each other now and worry about that another day."

You thought about his offer to try and get to know each other while pressing the ice against the bruised spot once again. "So, I should be expecting you in my apartment more often now?"

A slight grin flashed over his lips, a deep chuckle shaking his body lightly. The vibration seemed to radiate into you, a sweet buzz tingling throughout your body and making it warmer than before. "Only if you need rescuing."

The corners of your lips curved into a smile as your free hand reached and ruffled Seonghwa's hair. "Careful now. What would your girlfriend say?"

He let out a laugh. "I'm single if that's what you're asking."

This gorgeous man was single? Even a guy like him was still unattached in this dating scene? As much as you were shocked, you were grateful for the information. You made sure not to let out a relieved sigh as he leaned in toward you.

Seonghwa removed the ice from your hand and held it against your face. It felt like it was much colder now that his fingers were brushing against your skin, especially since the bruise felt a bit better. Not to mention that you could see something sparkle in Seonghwa's eyes. This guy...

"Sorry for coming in unannounced earlier. I just needed to make sure that he wouldn't be able to hurt you," he said with a tinge of guilt in his voice. "You must be surprised I didn't even knock or anything."

You blinked rapidly, pulling back slightly. Then, you reached out and placed your hand over his, helping him hold the ice pack to your cheek. "You don't need to apologize," you reassured him with a warm smile. "I'm just grateful you were here. Who knows what could've happened otherwise, to me or my apartment." Your smile softened. "And don't worry about surprising me. Thank you, Seonghwa."

The shared warmth of your hands on the ice pack faded as Seonghwa withdrew his touch, leaving a lingering warmth on your skin. A flicker of disappointment quickly gave way to a flutter of excitement as his fingers gently grazed your cheek, careful of the bruise. This wasn't the casual acquaintance you'd known from brief encounters at the mailbox; a deeper connection was sparking to life.

Seonghwa kept the ice pack in place, but his focus shifted. His right hand traced your jawline, fingers hesitant yet drawn to your warmth. The intimacy of the moment was unexpected, a spark igniting where only polite exchanges had existed before. His touch lingered, a silent question hanging in the air, as if seeking permission to bridge the gap between comfort and something more.

He pulled his hand away and picked up the now melting bag, bringing it into the open-plan kitchen that connected with the living room. You followed behind him, confused as to why he had stopped the closeness the two of you were sharing before.

You stood in the doorway to the kitchen while Seonghwa refroze the ice pack. "Are you hungry? Thirsty?" His dark brown eyes seemed to sparkle with interest as he studied you.

"Uh, well..."

"Or should I give you some space?" His eyebrows knit together as he fidgeted nervously, tugging at the sleeves of his shirt. "I mean, I shouldn't impose, right?"

As if the fates were giving you the signal to tell Seonghwa that, yes, he was always welcome to 'impose', your stomach growled, growling loud enough that the gorgeous man couldn't have ignored it. You groaned and hung your head slightly while laughing lightly, embarrassment burning across your face and through your body.

Seonghwa let out a laugh. "Come over to my place. I'll whip something up," he said with a gentle voice. He walked out of the kitchen and past you, his fingers lightly brushing against yours. You weren't entirely sure if it was done on purpose or if it was coincidental. But you let him guide you out of your apartment and across the way to his.

A few weeks later, Seonghwa had invited you over for coffee and conversation. Spending more time with the tall and gorgeous man across the hallway didn't sound bad at all. Sure, it had only been a few days since the 'incident', but you had already learned so much. For instance, Seonghwa juggled studying business with bartending gigs and helping out at a friend's car rental. It wasn't the most conventional career path, but he managed it all with surprising ease. Not to mention the fact he had the ability to stay motivated to pull it all off and somehow stay as calm and cool as he is. Then there was the way he effortlessly slipped into his charming demeanor. And how that never left whenever you were together.

Okay, you had to admit you had it pretty bad. This wasn't how you expected to be feeling, given how your relationship with your ex had ended just recently. Yet here you were, admiring this amazingly talented and attractive man sitting in front of you, wearing the most casual clothing possible. Despite looking quite sleepy and lazy with a bit of hair mussed and a very big, comfortable shirt, a small portion of skin was showing and it took all the willpower you had not to stare at him for a little longer. He was that incredible to look at. He'd even fallen asleep in his arm chair, and when you heard soft snores emitted, a light giggle had escaped your lips. Even in sleep, he still looked handsome and you could feel the growing urge to run your fingers through his silky hair and graze his face delicately.

Oh yes, you had it pretty bad... But how would he react? Maybe he would be the one running away. Or not. If he's anything like your ex, then there is a large probability he will leave like all the men you've dated had. Still...

You heaved a sigh and peeked over at Seonghwa, watching his chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm. You quietly cleared your throat and leaned over the table where his mug still remained, most likely cold. Placing your fingers against the handle, you began moving to grab the mug, planning on placing it in the kitchen sink. But just as you touched the glass of the mug, the sleepy man stirred awake, blinking to get ahold of reality and waking up. Seonghwa yawned widely, the sound catching in your throat. Your heart skipped a beat, a shy smile spreading across your face.

"Didn't mean to fall asleep..." His voice, rough with sleep, sent a shiver down your spine, and you swallowed hard, trying to maintain your composure.

"Nah, don't worry about it," a genuine smile graced your features, "I don't mind."

Your reaction seemed to comfort him as he rose from the chair and stretched before gathering his coffee mug and reaching out for yours, collecting them to take them to the kitchen and making more coffee for the two of you. You watched intently as his fingers went to his hair to mess it up a bit before coming back to the living room and sitting. He leaned back, exposing more skin at the neck of his shirt, making you realize he didn't have a shirt underneath it.

"So I've been thinking. About that creep," he paused and sipped the coffee. "I was thinking. You and I should hang out together when the creep is nearby. See if it helps to show him that you've moved on."

"Oh? And you think it would work?" You raised your brow, interested and skeptical.

"Yeah," he said it too quickly. His hand went to rub the back of his neck and his gaze stayed down, avoiding you. "He might just have gotten the hint that you don't want anything to do with him. Maybe we can help the process move along? That's if you want to."

His flustered state was adorable, a blush dusting his cheeks as he averted his gaze. You couldn't help but giggle at his bashfulness.

"Are you certain about this? It would mean spending a lot more time together," you teased, enjoying his flustered reaction. His grip tightened on the mug, and he avoided your eyes. "Unless you're only suggesting this out of concern, and you don't actually want to..." you trailed off, leaving the implication hanging in the air.

"It's not like that," his voice was a tad shaky and almost sounded panicked as his eyes locked with yours, the flush still coloring his skin. "I'm kind of interested. In you..."

His confession brought heat rushing to your face as well, and your embarrassment was written all over, judging from the amused smirk on Seonghwa's face and how you averted your eyes to focus on the floor. “I’m interested in you too…”

"Y-yeah?" he stammered, his voice catching in his throat. He looked every bit the nervous schoolboy, clutching his coffee mug like a lifeline and darting his eyes anywhere but your face. His lips parted, then closed again as he licked them nervously.

Seonghwa's flustered reaction was endearing. It was hard to believe this confident, capable man was reduced to a blushing, stammering mess in your presence. The realization that he was interested in you, of all the women in the complex who likely vied for his attention, sent a thrill through you. It was impossible not to fall for him a little harder in that moment.

With your mutual confessions hanging in the air, the atmosphere shifted. It became charged with a new intimacy, though a hint of awkwardness lingered. Seonghwa's eyes darted around the room, while your face couldn't help but break into a wide smile. This was a new beginning, a thrilling and uncertain one. As the initial tension eased, Seonghwa visibly relaxed, though he still couldn't quite meet your gaze. He fidgeted with his mug, taking a few sips, and your eyes met in a shared moment of laughter, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken feelings now laid bare.

"Ah," he set his mug down before standing. "Do you maybe want to go out to dinner sometime? Just the two of us?" His gaze returned to you as you got up and put your mug down, keeping it by the table as he placed his in the sink to be cleaned later.

"I'd like that. Let's do it," you couldn't contain your excitement, and your hand instinctively reached out, slipping over where it rested on the sink. Your fingers intertwined with his, causing him to gasp softly. But he didn't pull away; instead, his grip tightened slightly, sending a warm jolt through you.

Seonghwa couldn't speak, his joy evident in the widening of his smile and the tightening of his hold on your hand. As if remembering his usual charm, a playful smirk tugged at his lips. He covered his mouth with his free hand, trying to contain his happiness, while his fingers intertwined with yours. "Yeah?" he managed, his voice barely a whisper.

A rush of heat burned your cheeks as you swallowed a nervous lump before answering. "Yes, I want to spend time with you."

His grip loosened, and he closed the distance between you, his warm breath washing over you. A moment of hesitation, a flicker of nervousness in the air, and then your eyes met. In an instant, you were enveloped in his embrace, his nose brushing affectionately against yours before his lips found yours. The kiss was intoxicating, a dizzying sensation heightened by the gentle pressure of his lips guiding yours.

All too soon, the feeling came to an end when he pulled back, leaving you a mess while he remained fairly composed, his smile beaming brilliantly. "Let me know when you want to go out and I'll take you anywhere. And anytime," Seonghwa cupped your flushed cheek with his palm. His touch sent electric sparks flying over every spot of your skin. "Call me, text me...come over any time."

"Okay," a smile that you didn't even feel could exist came to life as he leaned down again and kissed you, deepening this one a bit more and sending you further into an intense and head spinning trance.

He gave a bright and wide smile that shines as brightly as the sun as he took your hand in his, locking the two of your fingers together as he guided you out to the apartment hallway. He leaned against his open door frame, watching as you opened your front door. Before you could step through, you spun to face him, wanting to thank him, only to be met with him pulling you back and pecking your lips briefly.

"Hey, I'll stop by later if you want," his gorgeous dark brown eyes were sparking and begging you not to reject his offer. "I'll bring dinner. Sounds good?"

"Sure, yeah. That'll be nice," you answered, words slightly slurred since your head hadn't completely returned from being caught in the bliss of those kisses.

"Cool. I'll see you then," he placed a light kiss upon your nose before watching you return to your place.

The sound of the lock clicking shut echoed behind him as Seonghwa practically flew back into his apartment, his joyous shouts filling the living room. He was overflowing with pure elation, warmth spreading through him like wildfire. Rescuing his beautiful neighbor had been an impulsive act on a seemingly ordinary day, but who could have predicted it would lead to this?

"I can't believe how lucky I am," Seonghwa thought, already planning how to shower his new girlfriend with affection. She deserved so much more than that awful ex. The best dates, the best gifts, everything she wanted would be hers. He vowed to dedicate himself to her happiness, helping her erase every painful memory of the past.

After numerous dates filled with stolen kisses and lingering touches, you couldn't deny your growing desire for something more. The passion intensified with each shared moment, often leading to intimate cuddles on the couch or in bed, despite having dinner waiting or a movie paused in the background. Resisting the urge to take things further was a constant battle, but your patience was rewarded during a particularly heated make-out session one evening.

You were the first to move, rising off the couch to settle in his lap, arms finding their way around his neck while your hips were taken control of by Seonghwa's hands. Those skillful and very long fingers seemed to know exactly where to knead and grab as his teeth and tongue both went to work to drive you crazy. The fabric of his jeans was not comfortable at all and you tried to adjust your hips a bit to seek more comfort and maybe to send him some messages that you really enjoyed what was occurring. However, this movement seemed to rile Seonghwa up a bit.

"Can we..." you started to ask but couldn't find the rest of the words that you desperately sought out.

"We can... We can move it to the bedroom," he had already read you like an open book and his arms wrapped around you. "Or stay here if you don't mind the couch? We can go weherever you want to go."

As much as you liked the idea of staying right where you were and continuing this there and then, you weren't certain if you wanted the first time to be on the couch, even if that's where all the previous kissing had led. Shaking your head lightly, your answer was given and Seonghwa gladly lifted you and carried you with his long legs taking large and quick steps to his room, leaving kisses along the sides of your neck and behind your ear, a known sensitive spot for you.

He pressed you onto the mattress, his lips finding the sensitive spot beneath your ear, a low groan rumbling in his chest as you cried out his name. How had this incredible man become yours? His touch was magic, igniting sparks wherever his fingers traced, leaving you weak and pliant in his arms. You threaded your fingers through his soft, thick hair, the boyish style contrasting with the raw passion in his eyes.

“You're so handsome, Seonghwa," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

"Handsome and talented? Hmm? And totally yours," his bright eyes shined with his dazzling smile and his eyebrows rose. "I'm yours, angel. All yours."

"I want you, Seonghwa..." you couldn't contain how badly you wanted him, the yearning strong as you watched him move his head to one side and his face nuzzle your neck. A light growl and he bit the spot he'd just exposed by moving out of the way before his teeth dragged his lower lip slowly back across the surface.

"You can have all of me," the smirk was obvious from the sound of his husky tone. "Whatever you want, I'll give it to you. Do whatever you ask and I'll gladly listen."

"You should probably know... I've never been on top. Always the bottom," you admitted.

"Hmmm...so you want to ride this tonight?" He grinded his crotch over top of yours, allowing the rough friction to give you a preview, the movement so expert and sensual as his eyes shut and he threw back his head, lips parted to let out a groan. "Because I can make that happen if it'll please my angel."

You couldn't stop your fingers from raking along his bare skin beneath his shirt, digging slightly as your back arched for more contact. "Yes. I want that. Will you give it to me?"

"Hell yes," his husky growl had you burning for him with anticipation and the excitement made your hands shake as your shirt was removed. In seconds, the rest of your clothing had been peeled from your form and Seonghwa stood by the bed to toss off everything.

There wasn't time to admire the masterpiece that he had under his pants because those hands returned, sliding along your curves and hips before flipping you up to straddle over him. Once settled and comfortable, your eyes fixated on how aroused he was before you as your core was positioned directly over the bulge pressing firmly against your heat. Your hands supported you in his lap with the flat of your palms pressed against the soft sheet, just below his firm, perky chest. With each slight wiggle of your hips, an enticing moan erupted and his head pushed back while his length grinded against your sex, creating a lovely mix of heat and wetness that coated over his growing arousal. The slick and wet noises each time you rolled or swiveled your hips sent your head spinning and you wanted nothing more than to continue that until you would eventually need a taste of that pulsing, red, swollen tip.

"Hwa? Can I suck you for a bit?" you whispered as your lips spread out across his upper chest.

A light hum that was filled with pure desire came as a response from him before a broken 'fuck' slipped free as the first touch of your tongue and lips worked across his defined collarbone and your fingers began working his growing length. Each pump made your core swell and dampen more, and the anticipation and arousal nearly blinded you, so badly were you just yearning to be filled and used.

When he seemed to be unable to handle it any longer, Seonghwa flipped you back around so your rear faced him and you had your mouth leveled with the object that would very soon satisfy that part of your aching sex. "Why don't I eat you out while you suck me? Sounds fair to you, babe?"

You could only hum against the smooth skin of his arousal and closed your eyes when you felt his palms roaming across the curvatures of your rear before spreading the plump cheeks. He didn't waste any more time before diving right in with a long, deep lick to your soaking pussy. Each swirl and circle had you wanting to moan and push your hips back for more while at the same time, trying to take him deep, gagging slightly until you began to find the right balance and breathing technique. Seonghwa was a lot bigger than your last boyfriend, but luckily for you, there was enough practice and pleasure before, thanks to your skills, to prepare for him.

"Fuck Hwa, right there...ohh!" your cries got a little louder and your body felt more restless when he began nibbling and licking over your clit.

"Come on, angel. Don't stop sucking me," he purred against your heat and the vibrations drove you higher and more insane.

As soon as he returned and increased his attention on you, you returned yours to his deliciously thick and hard length. You would make sure to give it the utmost care and attention, no matter how good it felt to have those masterful lips and tongue working you in the most sensitive spots. You pulled out all the tricks and techniques you knew, bobbing your head at just the right moment and at the perfect angle that you could take him in more and at the right moment would stroke his base. Meanwhile your other hand carefully rolled his sack and when you weren't completely focused, would pull up lightly from its place. Each moan he let out into your dripping cunt had your legs quivering and you weren't sure how much longer you could take before coming undone.

Your head was beginning to cloud more and more with desire and lust while the hot and slick sounds and your panting grew louder the longer the oral stimulation went on for. It took your whole power and energy to remember that you had your hands working while you felt like a puddle, near your limits of coming undone as his tongue swiped against the most sensitive nerves. It became increasingly difficult to focus and concentrate on keeping your throat and gag reflexes under control with each bob. You definitely weren't going to be able to handle this for much longer if things kept going at that pace.

"Hwa, I can't...ahhhhh," your screams echoed as his talented tongue and the slight prodding of a long, slender finger at your entrance had you finishing in no time.

"Me too, angel," his breathy moans were encouraging as were the heavy panting from his mouth while he pushed his hips back and forth, gliding easily within your mouth with the help of your hand. "Oh, fuck... Fuck! Here it comes, babe..." Seonghwa grunted as he shoved his cock back further into your warm, wet, and waiting mouth and you swallowed and held him in there, eyes watering and stinging slightly.

Once he eased up and the load that had shot directly down your throat was swallowed, you turned around and crawled up his body, your lips latching onto his neck.

"I'm not quite done with you yet, Hwa," your hand gripped his throbbing member once more, rubbing teasing circles along the sensitive flesh and feeling it twitch within your fingers. Your thumb smeared the moisture from the head across the entire, swollen shaft, making the pumping slick and quick. "Need you in me...right fucking now..."

"Take it as much as you need, angel," the raspy voice growled back as he used your soaked entrance to slick and prep his length.

In the matter of a single second, his full length slid straight into you and you let out a drawn out moan. With the size of your new lover, he hit spots that no one had ever even come close to touching. He was that thick and long, hitting places you'd never imagined having touched. He must have been blessed by the gods and you were incredibly lucky.

"If I'm hurting you—" Seonghwa began to ask, concern etched on his face.

"No! Hwa, you're fine... Better than fine," a breathy, eager, and almost desperate whimper met his ear as you grinded your hips on his length, begging for movement and pleasure from him. "Fuck, you fill me up so well. It feels so amazing," you added.

His hips rolled and with each stroke, each thrust was controlled and steady as he made certain to hit your deepest spots, rocking his pelvis at the perfect angle so he could continuously graze along that spot deep inside, coaxing it to explode and send you over. "So tight and wet...perfect...fuck, this pussy is gorgeous and sweet. And only mine. Right, angel? My girl's perfect tight little pussy is all mine?" Seonghwa asked and smirked after hearing your sweet sounds.

All you could do was nod, clutching him and running your fingers through his sweaty hair, trying to hold off your second climax as long as you possibly could, even though the way his cock kept sliding, prodding and working along that one sweet spot would become your undoing. That, and his filthy words. Those filthy words mixed with the beautiful grunts and moans from him were so sexy. He was already wrecking you so much.

"All yours, baby," you said softly. "Only yours."

"So perfect, my angel. Come on, my sweet angel," his husky voice murmured and encouraged you to keep going and let the feelings come to their highest peak.

"H-harder. Fuck me harder, Hwa." The sensations within you built, the pressure and knot deep within ready to burst. Just a little more. Only a little more and you could finish and feel free of the bliss and pleasure that your boyfriend was so skillfully bringing forth.

"Prettiest, most angelic voice...just listen to the little moans you're making... Fuck!" Seonghwa pounded and pounded deeper and deeper into you until you were a babbling mess. He fucked the words completely out of you, replacing them instead with sweet moans and screams of his name. That angelic sound of you reaching your climax did not go unnoticed as it bounced along his bedroom walls and your tight walls squeezed him.

It was all too much. After giving you such a glorious release that had you seeing stars, Seonghwa reached his high, moans mixing together as the two of you panted and clutched each other with strong arms. The two of you basked in the high the two of you had just taken part of and came down from slowly, hearts beating at erratic rhythms while your breath returned.

"Wow..." Seonghwa spoke softly. "You're amazing, angel."

"That was...that was great," you still hadn't fully recuperated from the waves and the intensity of the mind blowing experience with him. "But Hwa...baby?" you questioned.

"Hm?" Seonghwa questioned, his voice raspy with contentment.

"We definitely need showers," you giggled.

"Hm... But I can't walk yet, my legs are numb," Seonghwa stated as he gently patted your rear.

You giggled and smirked, "Get stronger ones, mister," before settling down on his chest.

"My legs can barely move! A shower sounds awesome, but I'm so comfy and tired right now," he made a fake, overly loud snoring sound.

You poked the tip of his nose. "How about I draw a bath for us then?"

"Perfect. Or we could skip the bath all together and just do some more...adventures...in bed," he had a smile full of mischief and the wink had you giggling and shaking your head, a blush finding its way into your cheeks once more.

"You and your dirty mind..." you went to get up and start the water, only to have him grab your wrist and sit up slightly, the sweat dripping down and his cheeks rosy pink.

"Angel, one more? Then we can be good and clean," his pleas were soft and inviting, and very convincing when coupled with the sweet smile and twinkling eyes.

"How about sex in the bathtub instead? As a compromise and to satisfy your neediness," you said and put a finger to your lips.

Seonghwa chuckled. "You drive a hard bargain. That's a deal."

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victoria-grimesss · 1 year ago

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tear you apart - part I

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->Pairing: König x fem!reader

->Words: 2.2k

->Warning: sexual thoughts, use of Y/N, close proximity, and tension, eventual smut

->Summary: König is kinda mean, dark and a little possessive but it’s all in good fun! A new girl catches the colonel's eyes, and he won’t let her go. Inspired by my favorite song Tear you Apart by She Wants Revenge.

->A/N: please let me know what ya’ll think, this is my first time writing anything spicy so im open to feedback. Also my requests are always open :)

The base is cold as it should be at this time of year, you transferred from the states to the Austrian KorTac base against your own wishes, you are a specialized stealth agent that the higher ups thought could be a valued member to the KorTac team. Wishing to be back in the sun but alas your new skies are clouded and mean.

It is what it is, you thought to yourself, lacing your boots, and emerging from your room. It’s always a weird adjustment process when you transfer to a new base, learning the way around like learning a new maze each time. The people were friendly enough although you didn’t know if it was because you were a new soldier or just because you were a new pretty face around that hadn’t heard any rumors about the seedy guys and their proclivities.

Altogether you have heard one rumor,

One big, tall, menacing rumor.

König

“The king”

Curiosity killed the cat and God help you, all you wanted was to know if what they said was true. Before you left for transfer you heard whispers when they found out where you were going.

“She’ll be miserable under his watch.”

“He’ll have her running laps and doing reps the first day for sure.”

“He’ll eat her alive.”

Did these whispers make her shiver? Yes

Did these whispers make her restless? Yes

Did these whispers make her ache in anticipation? Absolutely.

It’s been a long while since the last body occupied her bed, a touch a century ago, a kiss eons ago. All these fairy tales about this big, tall strong man that could throw her two football fields didn’t help her desperation at all.

She knew these thoughts weren’t appropriate, sleeping with a superior was frowned upon. He was probably married and happy, men like that don’t stay on the market for long. And from the stories she heard she obviously has no shot with him.

She rounded a corner from the barracks and exited to the outside courtyard, the air nipping at her skin. Dark clouds looms and the trees are barren of leaves ready for life anew. Approaching the main building the smell of sweat and metal entered her nose making way to the meeting room.

——

The debriefing was the same as all the others, the captain explaining what to do and who goes where. She nearly fell asleep until the doorknob turned, that’s weird, usually people don’t barge into these things halfway through… unless they’re king of the castle.

He enters the room, his aura dominating those around him. His stature is something to behold, well over six feet of pure muscle. He could break me over his knee like a glowstick and I wouldn’t be able to do anything about it…

He stalks into the room greeting the captain, his voice it deep and dark and you want to hear more of it.

His gear makes him all that bulkier, his mask concealing his face and yea, if I were the enemy and I saw him running towards me I would definitely shit my pants.

He stands at the front of the room observing everyone in it and maintaining concentration on the presentation the captain is giving for the next mission. You try your hardest to maintain the same concentration but he’s just so tall and all the rumors are true he’s an enigma. You find your eyes drinking him in, from his shoes to the metal plates on his shins, to his..oh god… his broad broad shoulders. You imagine taking your hands and tracing over them feeling the thick muscles underneath his war-torn skin as you bring your hands lower-

He shifts in place.

Your eyes quickly dart away then to his eyes, his eyes locked on yours like a predator watching his prey.

You immediately break into a sweat, his eyes like a spotlight and they don’t move from you.

You look again to see if he’s still looking, he tilts his head a bit to the side and raises an eyebrow teasingly. Shit. oh no he’s hot. Like really hot.

Shifting in your seat, nervous beads of sweat dripping down your neck, the meeting is coming to a close and people start tucking in their chairs. König is still standing by the door, his eyes still locked on yours, I wonder what he’s thinking. I mean, surely if he’s a married man he wouldn’t be looking at me so hard….right? Maybe no one told him you were transferring so he’s just confused on who the fuck is this new girl in here I didn’t approve this. By now most of everyone has left the room, the projector is turned off, the map put away, the captain gone. You move your gaze to the floor and get up and tuck in your chair, clearing your throat, now realizing how eerily quiet the room is and you haven’t heard König make a noise since he greeted the captain. You make your way to the door, preparing to walk by him and out of the room.

An arm shoots out to block the doorway and you are forced to stop dead in your tracks keeping your eyes dead set on the long dark hallway in front of you.

“Your name soldier.” He barks, his voice smooth and dark like black coffee. The sweat beads up again and you know for a fact your face is growing hot.

“Y/N, sir.” You straighten your back and maintain my straight state.

He leans down. You can tell he’s looking at you and you raise your eyes to meet his and your heart is racing a million miles an hour and nerves are on fire you breath is uneven and you know he knows, I mean who wouldn’t be uneasy this close to him.

“I-I’m the transfer from the states sir, from the stealth unit.”

“I know who you are hübsches Mädchen, read your file. Approved your transfer myself.”

He replied, his eyes never leaving mine. He’s even more intimidating this close but something deep within you wants to reach out to him and quell this thirst for his touch.

“I appreciate you thinking me worthy to serve on this team, I won’t let you down.” You affirm with the little strength you have left. His gaze is piercing but intoxicating all the same.

He removes his hand slowly from the doorframe and straightens his back standing at his full height again. His begins again,

“Training at 0700 tomorrow morning be there, I’d like to see you demonstrate some maneuvers see if you need any additional training. I will be watching closely, do not disappoint me.” His arms are crossed now and he’s even larger than before.

“Yes, of course sir, I’ll be there.”

“I look forward to it.” His tone is light now, maybe even teasing.

You swear you saw him wink but maybe it was just the lighting and how it hit his mask.

“Well run along kleiner Hase; you need your beauty sleep after all.” He motions to the hallway and you take quick steps back to your room, cheeks still hot and breath still quick. It was going to be difficult to have him as your commanding officer.

——

Sleep didn’t come easy, tossing and turning and thinking about the way König devoured you with his eyes made you sweat and frankly being that close to him and replaying that moment over and over again didn’t help with your insomnia. You thought of him a lot that night, more than once, enough to make your hand cramp up. By the time it was daylight you were running off 4 hours of sleep and a large coffee you picked up from the mess hall. You trudged your way over to the main building again where the gym and training room was, once again passing through the courtyard.

The trees are still barren, and you almost slip on the sleet left on the pathway cursing to yourself and hoping to god no one saw.

The gym smells musty, the air vents clearly working overtime since the gym has some activity. A couple groups of pairs work on sparing on the far side and others work out alone. You walk over to the mats and stand to the side watching the two pairs fight for the upper hand, takedown training great, you knew how to do it most of the time on missions you were equipped with a silenced pistol and other quieter tools. Stealth takedowns are your forte but it can’t hurts to get more practice with face to face takedowns.

The fight with the two are done and you were too busy thinking to hear your voice being called.”

“Sergeant L/N!, to the mat.” König barked, his authority shaking the ground, not the best first impression on training day.

You apologize quickly and step onto the mat, your opponent being someone a bit taller than you but not by much, a weight to weight equal, should be easy enough.

König’s eyes watch you as you grapple with the opponent twisting his arm and throwing him over your shoulder onto the mat, you brace your knee on his neck and apply a small amount of pressure, the opponent taps out. He won’t lie, König felt his pants get tight from seeing you work so effectively. Your work is certainly good, he won’t lie, taking down someone so easily.

“Again, another.” He barks once more, his accent thick.

You take down another three opponents, you clearly are growing restless from the muscle exertion and signal to take a break. König watches with amusement.

“A break? What if this was real combat kleiner Hase, will you beg your advisories to adjourn their dissatisfaction for you? Beg them for a time out?” By now he’s stepped onto the mat with you, today he’s shed the outer layer of his gear just wearing his mask and usual military uniform, he still looks just as hot.

“There’s no time for breaks out there as you know, and when you come up with a larger enemy you must be able to take them down as well.”

Fuck.

He wants you to take HIM down, your muscles are already weak from the last three fights he surly knows you’ve exerted yourself right? Right?!

“Go on schatz, I’ll let you make the first move.” His voice has an edge of teasing to it and you want to rip off his mask and see the smirk you know he’s displaying.

You huff

“Very well sir.”

You move to grapple his middle trying to take out his legs, he’s sturdy like a tree and you think if you can take out his legs he’ll go down like one. He budges only slightly when you hit on a pressure point and just when he’s moving and you think you’ve gain the upper hand he sweeps your legs from underneath you and has you pinned. Your wrists are bound by one of his hands above you head and he’s got both of his very thick thighs straddling you.

Your face grows hot at your defeat, especially all your other coworkers seeing it too. But it burns even hotter when he comes down close to your ear and whispers to you,

“You look very pretty underneath me schatz, so pretty when you are short of breath.” He laughs, that bastard.

You can’t admit it but your panties grow damp at his words and your body is on fire, although to those around you it just looks like you’ve over exerted yourself with a tad too much training.

König stand, his height from down here is astonishing. He reaches a hand down and lifts you to your feet but he’s so strong you accidentally collide with his chest before taking a quick step back. You mumble an apology.

“You fight well L/N, no doubt you will be a fine addition to this team. Although you will need to know how to take down large adversaries so I can help you with additional training of course.”

He holds his hand for you to shake it and you meet him halfway, his large hand grips yours and you get a flashback to feeling it wrapped tightly around your wrists, you shiver.

König’s gaze casts down upon you, no woman has yet to capture his attention the way you have. Many have tried. Thrown themselves at him in an unsavory manner, but you, oh you’re different. He admires the way you speak to him, although not many words have been exchanged between the two of you he prays there are more.

Your hair, your eyes, your body, all of it has entranced him and the moment he laid eyes on you, the others know. The way his gaze is steady and dark on you the others know you’re off limits. He yearns to learn more of you, to hear of your history as he strips your clothes off one article at a time under the dim lights of his office. He must be patient though. You are like a deer, scared in the spotlight and he must not spook you, he stands still until you come to him. For now he stares.

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pupyuj · 6 months ago

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Arranged marriage with yujinnie 🙏

AAHHH been wanting to do this ask for a while and i finally have my thoughts sorted out 😭🙏 this is gonna have sooo much unnecessary plot but ya’ll know how i roll 😭

unlike most arranged marriages, i’d like to think that yujin doesn’t hold any strong animosity towards you just bcs she was forced to marry you for business purposes 🤓 she was a chaebol granddaughter who was next in line to rule her own company and you also just so happened to be an heiress of some sort plus neither of you had any romantic relations with anyone at the momet—it was a match made in capitalism heaven! 🥰 you lived in the same house, slept in the same bedroom (you didn’t have to but both of your parents insisted that you do so that you don’t totally hate each other), shared the same limo and chauffeur… and yet not a single sign of affection has been seen to be shared between the two of you! well, why would you?? it’s not like either of you expected it from the other 😖

it wasn’t until you took a moment to really look at yujin one day that you started to realize why she was so adored by everyone around her; she was charming, she was friendly, she was polite, and she was surprisingly thoughtful despite her powerful position. meaning she remembers every employee and staff by name and greets them like a longtime friend—hell, she even talked to you like she had known you for the longest time when you first met! she did become a bit more serious and… cool(?) around you after you got ‘married’. a real gentlewoman… with a face to die for oh god!

so nobody can blame you when yujin’s perfectly-sculpted face distracted you from your daily reading! and ofc she notices 🤭 it wasn’t everyday that she would find you acknowledging her presence, let alone looking right at her! when you smiled clumsily and hurriedly tucked your nose back into your book, that was when yujin got the courage to take a seat beside you on the couch… and almost automatically, her hand landed on your thigh 😳 you were used to it as the two of you always had to make it look like that you were a couple in love in the public eye, so yujin tends to have an arm around your waist or holding your hand every time the two of you leave home… but that was business. this was… something else!

“i always forget to tell you how stunning you look every morning…”

“is that part of the act, yujin-ssi?”

“gods, no,” it was really hard to stay composed when she scoots closer with her eyes giving you all the answers to your millions of questions 😖 “why would i lie about my wife’s beauty?” oh yeah she really got you there! 😳 which is why you had no problem when she took your book, put it aside and kissed you… and you knew that by the way her hand slid up behind your thigh and squeezed your ass that your morning was about to be a lot more interesting than usual 🫣🫣

now yujin… she has secretly fallen for you during your time as fake wives! and all she has rlly wanted to do was please you in so many more ways possible… but she’s a romantic at the same time, and her heart jumps at the way you giggled as she princess-carried you up the stairs and into your bedroom, laying you down on the mattress so gently before getting on top of you… letting you touch her all over before she starts kissing down your neck… a hand sneaking in between your legs and feeling your wetness leaking through your shorts… 100% she starts getting soaked as well, especially you start tugging on her hair and grinding your clothed cunt on her hand! 😵‍💫

omgomg imagine the shock on yujin’s face when you start whining, “from behind… please.” 🫣 she didn’t know you were needy enough to ask for that kind of thing! and ofc the puppy obliges, taking off your shorts and underwear before flipping you around… yujin had plans to tease your entrance and make you beg some more bcs your voice was just lovely but that would have to wait for another day! she loves the sharp gasp that leaves your mouth when she swiftly inserts two fingers in your cunt… loves it even more when you’re moaning her name while she slowly fucks you, your tightness only adding to both of your pleasures…

at one point yujin would definitely get hungry 🫣 bcs come on! almost a whole year of this arranged marriage and neither of you have slept with anyone! it wasn’t like you both agreed to stay loyal to each other bcs you really didn’t have to, but yujin fell in love with you and something inside your brain always told you to never even think about ‘betraying’ yujin… so this? this was very much a need!! meaning that yujin starts fucking you faster, and harder every second… ah she’s so pathetic she might actually cum from how you’ve been moaning her name so loudly and sweetly! 😳

no joke the way you tighten around her fingers has her going insane 😣😣 she even slows down her pace a but just to feel it more… and you’d been relieved to have a moment to catch your breath but then yujinnie surprises you by suddenly just plunging her fingers inside you, making you squirt all over her hand—embarrassing for you, fucking heaven for her 🤭

and that wasn’t the end of course! yujinnie wants to make up for all the time she wanted to fuck you but couldn’t bcs she thought you weren’t interested… and now that she knows that you are definitely interested and that you can take more than you look… well, guess it’s a sleepless night for the two of you! 😵‍💫🙏

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raya-hunter01 · 9 months ago

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Cruising Love Pt. 2.2

Two Shot Request

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Kayla)

Jimmy Uso x Trin

Roman x Black Female OC! (Robin)

Sefa x Black Female OC! (Cameron)

Montez Ford x Bianca Belair

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut,

Thank you for the request and for trusting me once again @royalkay23

Jey has planned a five-day cruise to the Bahamas and Puerto Rico for his girlfriend Kayla’s birthday. Jey is determined to make sure the trip goes smoothly as he’s enlisted his family and friends to help him plan the perfect wedding proposal.

His plans are in danger of going up in smoke as his toxic ex is also on the cruise and is desperate to rekindle their toxic burning flame.

Will Jey give in, or will he stand strong in his love and devotion to Kayla and leave the past in the past?

Regen Seven Seas Cruise

Nassau, Bahamas

Kayla’s POV

Last night was a pure disaster and after the dinner from hell, Jey and I spent the night in silence. I slept in the bed, and he took the couch, and I made a point to haul ass early this morning before he even woke up.

Now my new problem of the day is sitting in front of me. Colton showed up and is trying to convince me to hang out with him on the island today.

“Are you sure I can’t take you out? I heard there is some good restaurants, we could even do a walk on the beach,” he said with a hopeful smile.

“Look, I have a great boyfriend, even though he does stupid shit sometimes so no that won’t be happening. Plus, I don’t want to have to attend your burial at sea if he sees me with you,” I said honestly as Colton seemed unfazed.

“You really love him, don’t you?”

“Yea, I do and I ain’t the cheating kind. If I’m with someone, I’m with them, and that’s the beginning, middle and end of it,” I said making sure he understood.

Suddenly, feeling eyes on me, I looked up and saw the girls. I waved them over, my smile instantly dropping mid-wave as I saw Jey standing beside them and he didn’t look pleased.

“I think you need to go, Colton,” I said trying to avoid a confrontation because if looks could kill, Colton would be dead right now.

Great, this is all I need him acting a fuckin’ fool.

“Girl, we been looking all over for you,” Trin said as I smiled. “Yea, we missed you at breakfast, I thought maybe you had gone to explore the island alone,” Cameron said as I shook my head at Jey mean mugging Colton.

“Nah, not yet anyway, I wanted ya’ll to spend some time with your husbands. It’s your vacation too, and ya’ll have babysat me enough,” I said as Colton seemed unfazed by Jey’s attempt to intimidate him.

“We are going on the island in a bit for all of that,” Robin said as Jey cleared his throat.

“Bae, check your phone,” he said as I picked it up wondering why, but instantly cringed reading the messages he had apparently sent after seeing Colton sitting with me.

“I guess I still had it on silent from last night, so much was going on.”

“Sometimes that happens, and it’s ok to take some time for yourself when that happens,” Colton said as Jey scoffed.

“Aye, didn’t I tell you last night to stay away,” Jey said as Colton smiled. “Yea, you did but I hated to see such a beautiful woman eating lunch by herself.”

“Ah, hell,” Bianca whispered as Jey smirked. “She isn’t alone, she came on this trip with seven other people. Your type of company ain’t needed,” Jey said sitting down beside me.

“Well, she’s a really beautiful woman Jey. I mean any man would love to be in her presence,” Colton said as Jey took my hand in his as I sighed. Great, let the pissing contest begin….

“Yes, Kayla is a very beautiful, so I don’t blame you, but she’s my woman. Yea, all this mine and you ain’t her type anyway,” Jey said gesturing to me while locked in an intense stare down with Colton as I looked on in disbelief.

“I was just keeping her company, she looked like she had a lot on her mind. I really meant no harm but what you mean I ain’t her type?” Colton asked as Jey looked at me.

“Like I said, you ain’t her type….. Kayla likes grown men.”

“Don’t do this,” I whispered as Jey pulled my chair closer to his, staking his claim. I should be pissed off, but I’m kinda turned on by the exchange.

“Kayla, I’m just telling him what the deal is. You like grown men, don’t you?” Jey asked as I gulped truly speechless as the girls sat down.

“Let me clock this tea,” Bianca whispered as Colton smirked.

“I am a grown man Jey, so I’m trying to figure out how I ain’t her type,” Colton said as Jey smirked at me, refusing to even look at him.

“Maybe, but Kayla likes grown ass men that know how to lay dat pipe, and I don’t see you being that type?” he said staring at me intently, almost daring me to say he’s lying.

“Oh, my goodness,” Robin said as I squirmed in my seat not believing he said that no matter how true it was.

“Damn you,” I mumbled as he licked his lips. His passionate, possessive gaze held me captive as he caressed my thigh.

“You ok, princess?” Jey asked as I cleared my throat and nodded. I was unsure of what to say as he continued to talk to Colton while staring intentionally at me.

“Now Colton, you enjoy the rest of your trip, and don’t let me catch you around Kayla again. She’s taken, now if I have to tell you again….I’mma have to get you,”” Jey warned as I gulped.

“Damn, he layin’ down the law up in this bitch. Pick up yo’ jaw off the ground Kayla, you heard the man,” Cameron whispered as Trin snickered, giving her a high-five.

I remained neutral, but inside I was screaming. I wanted to fuck him right now on this deck for the world to see.

I felt the walls I had built up slowly start to crumble as I got lost in his eyes and I felt overwhelmed and tired.

We needed to squash this shit because I truly did miss him.

“I guess I’ll take the hint and leave. Ya’ll enjoy the rest of your trip,” Colton said getting up as I finally looked at him and nodded.

“It was nice to meet you, Colton,” I said as he smiled. “Likewise, Kayla,” he whispered before walking away as I shook my head at Jey’s antics.

“Damn, did you really just have to put it out there like that?” I asked as his hand continued to caress my thigh as he ignored my question.

“Ugh, Jey, are you gon’ to stay and eat with us?” Robin asked as Jey finally removed his hand from my thigh, grasping my hand in his.

“Nah, I’ll let ya’ll ladies talk, I’m bout to go back to the room and grab a nap. I really hope we can go out tonight, Kay,” Jey said gently kissing my hand before getting up and leaving.

As soon as he was out of sight Bianca reached over and punched me in the shoulder. “Ow! That fuckin’ hurt,” I moaned still feeling a little sore from last night.

“It was supposed to, now gon’ squash this shit and talk to your man.”

“Yea, we only got a few days left before we back to our busy schedules. Do you really want to spend the rest of this trip mad,” Robin said as I shook my head truly tired, especially after last night.

“No, I don’t and if ya’ll would have given me a minute, I would have told you I was going to talk to him sometime today.”

“Well, no time like the present so go on,” Cameron said as took one last sip of my drink before l left them.

I took the stairs, wanting a few minutes alone to get myself together. Lost in my thoughts, I got confused as to which floor I was on, so I quickly got off the stairwell and went in search of an elevator.

The last thing I wanted was to be lost on this big ass ship. Rounding the corner, I saw Jey and Danielle engrossed in an intense conversation, so I quietly ducked back around the corner before either of them saw me.

“Daniell, this ain’t gon’ happen, so why you keep following me?” Jey asked, trying to get leave as Danielle tried to block his path.

“Yes, it can…Just dump her and let’s start over.”

��Why would I do that? Kayla is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I love her,” Jey said without hesitation as I smiled.

“Well, what was the other night?”

“Truthfully, a desperate ex trying to fuck up the one good thing in my life.” Danielle frowned, looking offended as Jey seemed just over the conversation in general.

“Why are you looking like that, you wanted honesty, right? The truth is I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt and not hurt your feelings. When I saw you, I should have left right then.”

“You don’t mean that, you love me. Your actions screamed it.”

“Danielle, I told you I had someone, I told you I love Kay. I stopped you from kissing me. How did any of my actions that night scream that I loved you?”

“Jey, let’s stop with these games and let’s be real. What can you do for a woman like Kayla? You don’t even come close to being in her league.”

“There’s the old Danielle, I wondered when she was gon’ show up and start spewing bullshit.”

“It ain’t bullshit, and you know it Jey,” Danielle said with a smirk. Oh, this bitch was really a piece of work. I can’t imagine what hell he went through in that relationship.

“You know what? I may not deserve Kayla, but I love her, and I know she loves me. Like really loves me Danielle, not my money, but me.”

“So, do I Jey, look at all we’ve been through. You know that I haven’t stopped loving you,” she cried as Jey shook his head.

“What we had wasn’t love, it was toxic as fuck. It was you spending my money, stealing from me and manipulating me. What I have with Kayla is real, and I ain’t letting her go, so just leave and miss me with that toxic shit.”

“Yea, I ain’t going nowhere bitch,” I muttered wanting to do nothing more than to go over and kick her ass again, but I knew Jey needed to face this alone.

“Oh, so I’m toxic because I love you!” Danielle cried as Jey looked at her shaking his head.

“Danielle, all the shit you put me through had me wondering if I was even capable of being in a normal relationship with somebody. You truly had fucked me up, had me thinking something was wrong with me, when it was you,” Jey said unwavering and strong as listened intently to him speak his truth.

“Well let me guess, through it all Ms. Perfect helped you, huh,” Dainelle said sarcastically wiping her tears as Jey seemed even more unfazed.

“Yea, she did, and I know that probably pisses you off, but Kayla put me back together again after you broke me. Kayla motivated me to be a better man. Kayla did that, not you,” Jey said as Danielle began pacing.

“Jey, how can you say those things to me, like what we had didn’t matter?” she whispered, as Jey ignored her and continued to talk as my heart swelled with each word.

“Kayla has stood by my side, always had has back and loved me through all the shit I went through. So, when I say I love her, I mean that shit with everything in me, and ain’t nobody takin’ that away from me."

“So, what you sayin’ Jey?” Danielle asked, her voice cracking as Jey walked closer to her.

“I’m sayin’ the same thing I’ve said for the last four years, it’s over between us Danielle. Stay away from Kayla, me, and my family or it’s going to be a problem.”

“How can you say that to me after all we’ve been through?” Danielle cried as Jey rubbed his hand over his face.

“Danielle, it ain’t working, you can turn off the tears,” Jey said as a frustrated scream left her lips as she dabbed at her eyes. “Fakin’ ass bitch,” I muttered to myself as Jey shook his head.

“Damn, I’m fucking up my makeup and I’m losing my touch,” she said now wiping her tears as Jey scoffed.

“Danielle, have a nice life and don’t ever contact me again.” The elevator suddenly dinged alerting them that the doors were about to open.

“I’mma take the stairs, the last thing I need is to be seen with you and more fuckin’ chaos happens. Stay away from my family or I won’t stop Kayla the next time,” Jey said before walking away from a screeching Dainelle.

“You can’t just do this Jey, this is me! Come back and let’s talk!” Danielle cried as I felt the need to make my presence known.

“Hey, Dainelle,” I said casually walking into her peripheral.

“Ugh, what do you want? Look, if you touch me, I’ll call security.” She panicked as I waved her off.

“Girl, I ain’t gon’ hurt you, but it is amazing what a good ass whooping will do to a person. Nice eye by the way,” I said seeing the slight swelling around her left eye.

“Yea, it ain’t everyday a crazy bitch attacks me. You were out of control,” she said as I laughed.

“Nah, I wasn’t out of control. I just wanted to give you a preview of what happens when you fuck with me and the people I love,” I said as she frowned.

“Look, you just missed Jey, and he just read me the riot act. I know to stay away from your little group,” she said as I nodded.

“Oh, well that’s good, I guess I have nothing else to say,” I said walking towards the elevator as she scoffed.

“Oh, and if I were you, I’d stay away from the railings on the deck.”

“Uh, why is that, Kayla?” she asked with an attitude as I looked back at her and smirked.

“After all the things you’ve done to Jey, I might be tempted to throw yo’ ass overboard if I see you, but that’s neither here nor there,” I said as she folded her arms over her chest.

“I said I get it alright-” Dainelle started as I cut her off. “I wasn’t finished, I also wanted to make sure that you are clear on where things stand with you and Jey. You’re his past, and I am his present and future. Stay outta my way or I will have no problem finishing what I started last night,” I said calmly, making sure she knew I wasn’t playin’ no games with her ass.

“Yea, we’re crystal clear,” she said with a frown etched on her face as I nodded hitting the button on the elevator.

“I’m glad we could talk this through like grown women and come to an understanding. Enjoy the rest of your trip Dainelle and remember my advice,” I said stepping onto the elevator before meeting her cold stare once again.

Yea she was crazy but the bitch ain’t stupid.

Without another word, I watched her storm off as the elevator doors closed.

“Crazy bitch.”

Jey’s POV

I wandered around the ship, for about an hour trying to calm myself down. I refused to take any anger into the suite Kayla, and I shared. I was done giving Danielle and my past power over me.

I had a proposal to get ready for but first I needed to apologize to Kayla.

She was more than right; I should have walked away when I saw her. Then she really got my ass where it hurt last night, and I definitely see her point the more I thought about it.

I needed to know how she felt and didn’t like it at all.

“A’ight you need to fix this shit, you know you can’t live without this woman. Get a nap, regroup, and find her.”

Opening the door, I sighed in relief, seeing Kayla dressed in one of my shirts, looking through her clothes hanging up in the closet.

“Hey, when did you get back, is everything ok?” I asked as she paused, a sad smile adoring her beautiful face. “I’m fine, I got back bout an hour ago. I realized I hadn’t taken out what I was going to wear for my birthday dinner tomorrow. Plus, I need a nap before we hit the island,” she whispered as I sat on the bed watching her, aching to touch her.

Wait, did she just agree to go out with me on the island?

“Can you wear the dress I got you tomorrow; I want to see you in it.”

I thought that would get the conversation started but Kayla just silently complied pulling it out and hanging it on the hook by the mirror.

I didn’t know where to even begin, but I knew I couldn’t take much more of this as she moved around the room.

“Kay, I can’t take another day of us being like this. “I miss you,” I whispered grasping her hand stopping her in her tracks as she looked at me with tears in her eyes.

The silence killing me I caressed her hand, nervously biting my lip. “Talk to me Kay,” I pleaded. “I miss you too,” she whispered, as I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“Come here baby,” I whispered pulling her gently onto my lap, caressing her face as a few tears escaped her eyes. “You hurt me.”

Those three powerful words breaking my heart. “I’m so sorry baby, I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I whispered wiping her tears as she sighed.

“I know you didn’t,” her beautiful voice said as I held her close. I wasn’t going to let her go without a fight. This was going to be my wife.

Island cove

Bianca’s POV

“Ok, I need the speakers over here and out of view,” I said trying to picture the setup in my mind.

“Man, is Kayla gon’ even go for this while we doin’ all this stuff Jimmy, said as Montez slapped him on the back of the head.

“Aye, stop damn hittin’ me,” Jimmy hissed as I laughed. “Stop sayin’ stupid shit then,” Montez said as Jimmy rolled his eyes.

“I have you know she’s with Jey now, so there,” Robin said as Sefa smiled putting his chairs down.

“Thank God, maybe this trip can get back on track. No more exes, or fights, just us all having fun before we gotta head back on the road.”

“Don’t forget an awesome proposal, decorated and planned by yours truly. Eww, I don’t like the color of that chair.”

“Well, it’s gon’ have to do because it’s all the folks had,” Sefa said as I sighed.

“It will be fine once we put out the rest of the decorations and I’m ready for tomorrow. I want to see what you’ve come up with because you been holding out on me,” Trin said as I shrugged my shoulders.

“You will tomorrow because I need your help,” I said as she rolled her eyes.

Everything looked beautiful and didn’t take long, it was simple and romantic. Now with the mood was set, we just need Jey and Kayla on the same page so they could enjoy the cute beach dinner we had set up for them.

The owner also said, he has closed this part off to the public so they will get some needed alone time, so everything was falling into place.

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Jey and Kayla’s suite

I didn’t know what to say, especially after witnessing his blow up with Dainelle. Jey had said all that was needed, and I knew where he stood. I also knew we were going to have to talk, but not right now. I needed him and I was tired of fighting it.

We were supposed to be napping, but my mind ain’t on sleeping, especially with him nestled between my leg caressing my hips.

“What are you thinking about beautiful?” Jey asked, as I bit back a moan as he kissed my neck.

“I know we both need a nap, but I was thinking about not sleeping in this bed right now,” I said as he looked up at me with a sly smile.

These past few days forgotten as we released our inhibitions, our lips crashing against one another in desperation.

Our kisses becoming deeper as we yearned for each other, only forcing ourselves to part so we could catch our breaths.

I just want this feeling to last

I'll bet, I'll beg for you to face it

Fears, they change like the weather

Close my eyes, find forever

Gotta be nice on the other side, other side

“I need you; I promise I’ll make it up to you,” he groaned as I moaned, helping him out of his sweats. My heart beating wildly against my chest.

“I need you too, it’s ok- shit!” I gasped as clinging to him as we became one again.

“Fuck, I missed you, did you miss me?” Jey asked, our lips entangled in a rough sensual kiss. “Yes, I missed you so much.”

“You were made just for me.”

“Babe….Faster, please, I need it.”

“Who’s making you feel like this? Tell me?” he demanded as he tortuously slow thrusted deeper as I yelped in surprise. “Jey! Shit!”

“Yea, dats it…Tell the neighbors Daddy’s name like a good girl. Scream dat shit,” Jey commanded.

“Babe!” I screamed clawing at his back as he winced against my lips. “Nuh uh, say my name,” he demanded, masterfully lifting up slightly and grabbing one of my legs, laying it across the other as I groaned at the new position of laying on my side never stopping his powerful strokes.

“Oouu babe, Jey,” I whined, struggling to catch my breath as he groaned, biting his lower lip watching me.

“Breathe baby, you can do it,” he whispered coaching me through the new sensation as I moaned welcoming the pleasure.

“Yea, that’s it….Take dat shit, Mmhm.”

“Fuck!” I exclaimed, unable to keep my eyes open from the intense pleasure.

“Watch me beautiful,” he whispered as willed my eyes to open to watch him.

Don't let it go

Shallow breathing, fade away

I think it's a good time

To fade away

“Yes, watch daddy cause’ he loves watchin’ you. Fuck, you look so gorgeous,” he praised as I moaned in appreciation, caressing his chest.

“Stop holding back, I know you wanna scream. I’m real deep up in dat pussy hittin’ dat shit from the side ain’t I ?” he panted snapping his hips forward, going even deeper.

“Fuck you! Mm, Baby!”

“Nah, it ain’t fuck me…. It’s I’m fuckin’ you, and I’m doin it real good, ain’t I?” He moaned wiping the sweat from his brow.

“Jey! Jey! Mmm, not yet. Shit, baby, slow down,” I moaned feeling warm all over, that familiar flush washing over me. My senses heightened as he watched me through hooded eyes, never stopping as I tried to cover my face with my hands. It was all too much and I was fighting it.

“Nah, stop hidin’ from Daddy. I told you that I wanna see you,” he moaned caressing my face as I trembled, truly not knowing what to do with myself as I clawed at his arms. This position had me fucked up in more ways than one.

Please don't push me, I'm on the edge

I don't care too much, but you want it, baby

Let's go through it together

“And ain’t no stoppin’ cause’ I know you close. So, stop runnin’ from dis nut and get dat shit. You know you want it, and you know I’mma always give it to you,” he moaned as I relaxed grasping him by his Cuban link, pulling him closer.

My body welcomed him as we both gasped in surprise as he filled me to the hilt.

“Uhhh huh, yea, that’s it, baby. Let daddy all the way in so he can give you every inch of dis dick,” he moaned, slapping my ass as I whimpered, biting my lower lip in concentration, meeting his thrusts.

Maybe it's just peace of mind that we're tryna find

“Mmhm, give it all to me daddy!” I screamed finally not caring who heard me as he moaned smacking my ass again.

Each second becoming more intense as we continued to watch each other, our eyes glazed over in pleasure and passion as we climbed higher and higher together.

Jey’s POV

“Yea, be a good girl for Daddy and just let go,” I whispered anxiously knowing at any minute she was going to give me what I wanted.

“You want me to squirt all on dat dick don’t you?” she gasped as her pussy pulsed around me as she clawed at my chest.

“Hell yea, Daddy got her good and sloppy wet. Fuck! You know how I love dat shit, now stop playin’,” I groaned as Kayla shook her head in defiance.

“You want it……Then take it,” Kayla moaned as I growled, her innocent smile driving me crazy. “Mmm, what you say baby?” I asked knowing what I heard, I just wanted her to say it again.

“I didn’t stutter…..Make me give it to you,” Kayla gasped as I grabbed her by the throat, slightly tightening my grip as she moaned in pleasure.

“You ain’t said nothin’ but a word,” I groaned as she took my strong deep strokes like a champ.

Her pussy engulfing me as I went deeper, the sounds of her wetness was music to my ears.

“Yes…. Yes,” Kayla moaned as I felt my own ending near, but I was on a mission, this was all about her.

Don't let it go

Shallow breathing, fade away

I think it's a good time

To fade away

“Oh, you like dat shit don’t you? You like me chokin’ you, huh?” I whispered, claiming her lips in rough passionate kiss. The sound of her wetness and our moans of pleasure filled the room.

“Yes! You know I love it, now make your pussy cum,” Kayla moaned against my lips as I growled, gripping the headboard with one hand, the other still locked firmly around her throat as she screamed in pleasure.

“That’s it, scream for Daddy, I want everybody to hear you. Tell’em again who’s pussy this is, and you betta scream dat shit.”

“Jey! It’s all yours, fuck!”

“It’s my what? I didn’t hear you baby,” I moaned, never stopping my deep strokes as she trembled in my arms.

“Pussy! It’s your pussy!” she cried as I growled in satisfaction.

“Mmhm, damn right, it’s my pussy…. Every inch of you belongs to me and can’t nobody else have you,” I declared as she purred at my words.

“Your mine too,” Kayla she gasped, our lips dangerously close. “I’m only yours, never forget that,” I moaned swallowing her screams as we came together.

Her essence soaking the sheets we surrendered. Totally spent, fighting to regulate our breathing and regain our senses.

It was always that way, we were always in our own world when we were together and I loved it, I just loved Kayla.

“I love you,” I whispered claiming her lips once again as she sighed in contentment. “I love you too.”

Yea, this is where I belonged, and nothing would ever change that…

More money, more thrills

More satisfied

More pleasure, more pain

Wanna feel inside

Don't let it go

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Island Cove

Kayla’s POV

“Ok, turn on the music Tez,” I heard Bianca whispered as I smiled. They really were working overtime to make sure we had a good time.

“Girl, go spend some time with your husband!” I yelled as she laughed.

“We did our dinner earlier thank you very much, now we bout to head back to the ship if you get my drift,” she said coming into view as I gave her a hug.

“Oh, ya’ll gonna go do it,” I said laughing as Montez gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“You so messy,” he whispered as I shrugged my shoulders. “I’m just calling it how I see it,” I said as Jey shook his head.

“Girl, goodnight I’ll see ya’ll in the morning,” Bianca said as Montez reached over and shook Jey’s hand. “Guy’s brunch in the morning?”

“Yeet…”

“Damn, I thought we left that in the states,” Bianca said hugging Jey as he smiled.

“Thanks for everything, sis,” he whispered as she nodded. “It was my pleasure, expect a call early in the morning.”

“What are ya’ll up to now?” I asked as Bianca waved me off. “You’ll see tomorrow, have fun,” she said leaving in a hurry with Montez in tow.

“Aye, stop worrying about tomorrow, let’s enjoy this moment,” Jey said taking me in his arms.

“Ya’ll ain’t slick, but I’mma let it slide for now,” I said he chuckled spinning me around as I laughed.

“Thank you, now did you have fun tonight?” he asked, caressing my back.

Don't wanna make a scene

I really don't care if people stare at us

Sometimes I think I'm dreamin'

I pinch myself

Just to see if I'm awake or not

“I really did, dinner was amazing and everything is so beautiful. You have been outdoing yourself Mr. Fatu,” I said as we danced.

“Hey, I wanted everything to be perfect because you deserve it.”

“Everything has been perfect despite everything,” I said as he smiled.

“I can’t lose you; I love you too much,” Jey said as I stared at him in confusion. “Hey, I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere,” I reassured him.

Is it real?

What I feel

Could it be? You and me

'Til the end of time

Never part

Take my heart

Hold it tight, it's true love

You know I gotta be

“You know when I met you, I closed myself off because I had gone through a lot of shit. I didn’t believe you could love somebody like me, but you did,” he said as I smiled.

“Jey, we don’t have to talk about it now-” I started as he kissed me gently on the lips.

“I know, I just wanted to let you know that my past is just that…The past and I will never let that touch us again,” he said as I fought back tears. “I know you won’t, I trust you.”

I gotta be the one you touch

And baby, I gotta be the one you love (I'm telling you that)

I gotta be the one you feel

And I gotta be the one to fill your life with sunshine

“My biggest fear is you waking up one day and thinkin’ you wasted your life wit me. I know the life ain’t ideal, I’m gone a lot. I uproot you sometimes from your job because I miss you and I bombard you with facetime calls-” he said as I chuckled in amusement.

I gotta be the one you know

'Cause I will always love you so (I'm loving you, girl)

I gotta be the one you need

I'm just telling you that I gotta be

“It's never wasted time; I love to visit you on the road because I miss you just as much. I wait up for your calls because I want to hear your voice and hear about how the show went,” I said as he smiled. “Really,” he whispered as I nodded.

“Yea, really…..I love keeping you company on Facetime as you drive to the next city because I want to make sure you get there safe and hearing your voice helps me rest easy.”

“Man, how did I get so fuckin’ lucky, he whispered, hugging me close and placing a gentle kiss on the shoulder.

“We both got lucky, and don’t even get me started on the mind-blowing facetime sex sessions,” I said trying to lighten the mood as he laughed.

“Hell yea, that gets me through them lonely nights. Best damn invention ever,” he said pushing my hair behind my ear as I blushed.

You make me whole, you make me right

Don't ever wanna think about you leaving my life

You make me whole, you make me right

Don't ever wanna think about you leaving my life.

“We’re going to be just fine,” I reassured him with a kiss. “Yea, we are, because you stuck wit my ass now.”

“Promises, promises,” I whispered, sighing hearing the ship’s horn blaring, letting us know we were pulling out in two hours.

“I guess that’s the sign to head back to the ship,” I said as Jey nodded taking my hand in his as we began our journey back.

Jey’s POV

“I have to tell you something and I don’t want you to flip,” I said putting my arm around my shoulder as she wrapped her arms around my waist as we walked back.

“I’m not going to flip; I may actually surprise you.”

“Danielle followed me today after I left ya’ll on the deck,” I blurted out, relieved I said it. I didn’t want any secrets between us. I waited for the blow up, but I was met with a small smile.

“I know, I actually ran into you guys, but you didn’t see me. After you left, her and I came to an understanding.”

Sighing, I paused, rubbing my hand nervously over my beard as Kayla turned to face me.

“Kay,I didn’t need you hearing that shit, or having to deal with her. It’s just a fuckin’ mess-”

“Hey, it’s ok, I’m just glad you got a chance to get that stuff off of your chest. Besides we are in this together, aren’t we?”

I searched her face for any signs of discomfort in the conversation, after seeing none, I continued.

“Yea, we’re in this together,” I said as she caressed my beard lovingly.

She doesn’t know but I kept the grey in it because I know she secretly loves it.

“You needed that closure, and I’m happy you got it,” she said letting me know she wasn’t trippin’ over it.

That seemed to put my mind at ease as I saw Sefa and Cameron walking towards us.

“Aye, I heard from the place in Puerto Rico. Everything is a go for tomorrow,” Sefa said as I smiled.

“Good looking out, Uce.”

“Ok, now that’s twice tonight, but I ain’t gon’ even ask.”

“Good, cause’ I ain’t tellin’, just know I got this,” I said as she smiled.

The damn line was long to get back on the ship, so it was a good thing we came back when we did.

I felt nervous and excited watching Kayla and Cameron taking pictures.

By morning we would be in Puerto Rico and by tomorrow evening Kayla will be my fiancé.

Yep, this trip was finally back on track, and I am determined to keep it that way.

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loveandmurders · 2 years ago

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Why am I not dead already? (Lester Sinclair x gender neutral reader)

Hello there, you can find Bo’s version here and Vincent’s one here.

Hope you’ll enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of murders and violence, the twins are intense and Bo is an ass (nothing new), one or two strong words, mentions of sexual activity once, a little bit of angst but overall quite fluffy, Lester is madly in love with you.

Truth to be told, you had never been so in love in your whole existence.

If you had thought you knew what love was before meeting Lester, you soon realised how wrong you were.

Lester was your ray of sunshine, always joking around and making you laugh and feel happy.

He was able to make you forget about his family business and about your previous life. Actually, you had no desire to get back to an existence without him.

He was always so gentle with you, but you knew he wasn’t all soft and cute like he seemed to be. You knew he was 100% supporting the killing, otherwise he wouldn’t lead the tourists right to their death. In a way, he was Death’s messenger.

You also saw him beating a man to the pulp after the man almost shot Jonesy.

You knew you were living with a dangerous man, but as long as he was all tenderness and affection to you, you couldn’t find it in yourself to mind.

Except when you were with the twins.

You really liked his brothers.

They were decent with you, even if they were always eyeing you as if they thought you would run away and break their kid brother’s heart very soon.

Bo and Vincent both let you know they wouldn’t be very nice to you if you ever hurt Lester.

You had nodded in understanding and hadn’t dared talk about it to Lester, who wasn’t there when this happened.

Bo loved to joke around about “how long ya're still gonna be 'round”; he had even a little bet about it.

Vincent wasn’t commenting but he was so tense around you. You weren’t too sure why.

You weren’t feeling like you were particularly fitting in the Sinclair family, but as long as you had Lester by your side you were okay with it.

The twins were just worried you were going to run away at some point, but they thought you were a nice couple and they saw how happy you were making Lester. Bo never yelled at you or scared you off, and Vincent never made you feel uncomfortable.

It didn’t mean that they never threatened you.

Lester was unloading his truck as you were in the family house kitchen, tidying up around. Bo arrived from behind you and settled at the counter.

“Still ‘round, Y/N, that’s Lester’s record” he commented and you almost jumped as you hadn’t heard him coming in. It made him smirk his predatory smile.

“Well he’s good to me” you shrugged as you resumed what you were doing

“But for how long, ya think?” he continued to tease. You weren’t too sure if he was testing your love for him or something else, but you had to admit that it had been a little while since you had been wondering that same question too.

You weren’t fitting in, you weren’t a killer, you were just you.

“I don’t know” you whispered

“That’s good, don’t believe ya’ll be foreva here. Ya’re just a pet, and if ya annoy Les, or if he grows tired of ya, ya know how it’ll end” he continued.

“Yeah, I know” you replied as you turned around to face him.

Lester entered the room soon after, and he quickly noticed how serious both his brother and you were. It made him groan

“How ‘bout ya go back to work” he told Bo who scoffed at him.

“Whateva” Bo hummed before leaving the two of you.

Lester tried to cheer you up and helped you in the kitchen. You stayed quiet for the rest of the afternoon, and even more during the family dinner.

Bo was pleased you seemed to “finally” realise the situation; Vincent wasn’t too impressed. Of course, he wanted you to understand you needed to be good, but he also wanted Lester to be happy. And you were making him happy.

Lester was quick to finish his meal and to bring you home, away from the twins.

“So, what did Bo say?” he asked you as he was driving the two of you back to his place.

“Nothing,” you shrugged. You didn’t really feel like talking about it yet.

“No matter what he said, ya know he’s an ass. He thinks it’s his duty to look after me, and all. But he won’t touch ya or hurt ya.” he tried to reassure you.

“You sure about that?” you asked

“Of course, darl’. Ain’t be happy ‘bout it if he hurt ya” he sent you a gentle smile “Ya safe with me, I swear”

“You said that the day we met too” you hummed and Lester smiled even more at the fond memory.

You both perfectly remembered that day.

You were a lost tourist too, with a group of people.

You weren’t fitting in this group either. You didn’t even know why you were there. You were cute and polite, when they were rough and rude. Lester hated them right away, as he fell in love with you at the instant he saw you.

He had led your group to Ambrose, but he was hesitant to let you go without telling you anything. He didn’t want his brothers to hurt you.

You, you had trusted Lester the moment you met him, unlike Bo. You could tell there was something off with the way he smiled at your group as you were all leaving Lester’s truck.

You were about to put a foot on the ground, when you turned around to watch Lester.

“You sure we’re good here?” you had asked him with your perfect doe eyes.

“How ‘bout I show ya ‘round? Ya safe with me, I swear” he had replied and you had understood you were right about Bo.

You nodded and he drove the two of you off. Bo had been surprised, but he thought Lester wasn’t playing enough with tourists so he didn’t mind.

He hadn’t thought you would become a thing though. And a part of him was happy about it. But you weren’t a Sinclair yet.

You had been silent for a little longer.

“Why am I not dead, Les?” you finally asked and Lester stopped the truck in the middle of the road before turning to you.

“What?”

“Why am I not dead? I mean, I get why you didn’t kill me right away. But it’s been a few months now, we had sex, we had fun together and all… So I'm not too sure why I’m still around. Bo doesn’t seem to understand either. Vincent either to be honest. They both think I will run away from you”

“Will ya?”

You shook your head and he seemed to be relieved. He wasn’t too sure how he would handle you running away from him.

He knew his family was scary and that the killing was awful, and you were the best thing that ever happened to him, so he wasn’t going to let you go that easily.

“Can’t promise I wouldn’t track ya down if ya ever ran away from me, but I wouldn’t kill ya” he told you and you watched him in surprise. Lester wasn’t often letting you see his darkest side.

“What would you do to me if you didn’t kill me, then?” you asked and he nervously chuckled

“Not too sure, I’ll probably lock ya up at home and find a way to convince ya to stay mine”

“Yours?” you arched an eyebrow and Lester looked away, slightly blushing.

“Yeah, mine. Ya’re mine” he said as he grabbed your hand and stared back at you. You were the only thing he ever truly wanted in his existence.

“It doesn’t really answer my question though” you said and the man in front of you frowned.

“What question?”

“Why am I still alive?” you repeated.

Lester kissed the back of your hand and gave you a cheeky smile “I thought it was pretty obvious”

“Ah yeah?”

“That’s ‘cause I’m fuckin’ in love with ya, darl’. Can’t shut up ‘bout ya when ya not here to hear it, and I told the twins to be nice to ya or else”

You stared at him.

“But it clearly didn’t work well. I’ll have another discussion with them. They need to understand ya’re part of the family from now on” he added as you moved to hug him, lost for words at the moment.

“Maybe you should marry me, to convince them I’m part of the family” you said, but you were only teasing because you were feeling quite overwhelmed by all the things your boyfriend was saying.

But Lester hummed in thought.

“Sounds like a plan.” he agreed and your eyes widened

“Wait what?”

“Forever mine, I like the sound of that” he continued, speaking to himself with a pleased smile on his face. “Ya ain't killin' the person ya’re married with, your partner obviously ain't runnin' away from ya, and ya’ll get my last name so it means you’ll be indeed a member of the Sinclair family. Yeah, yeah, a really good plan, Y/N. We’ll find rings tomorrow”

And truth to his world, you both got rings the next day and Bo married the two of you in the church.

You had been surprised how Bo had been quick to agree to play the priest. And after the “ceremony”, he started to treat you like a baby sibling: trying to boss you around, but always very protective of you.

As a matter of fact, Vincent started to be a lot more at ease around you, and enjoyed sharing embarrassing stories about Bo and Lester just to bond with you.

The answer to your question was quite obvious now; you didn’t get killed, because you finally fitted somewhere and it was in the Sinclair family.

You were a Sinclair until the very end.

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pinkertinn · 2 months ago

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Ya’ll I love a good bottom Leon fic. Really, I love it. I often write Claire being very assertive or at a minimum them matching the same energy.

I was in an interesting mood this week… and wondered what it would look like for Claire to be the more submissive one…

18+ below the cut

Warnings: slight humiliation, sub/dom dynamics, power dynamics

Claire was at the stove, the faint sizzle of garlic filling the kitchen as she focused on stirring. The last thing she expected was the sound of Leon’s voice cutting through the air, reading aloud in a deep, mock-sultry tone.

“‘You like that, don’t you? You want someone who’ll make you a good girl and put you in your place…’”

Claire stiffened, nearly dropping the spoon, as she whipped around to see Leon standing in the doorway, her book in hand. Her face heated, and she fumbled, trying to keep her voice casual. “Didn’t know you were so interested in my reading material, Leon.”

“Oh, interested doesn’t even cover it,” he replied, a smirk quirking up one side of his mouth as he held the book open, eyes glancing down at the highlighted line with exaggerated interest. “I’m learning all sorts of things here, Claire. Things I didn’t expect.”

Claire snorted, rolling her eyes to mask the sudden flutter in her stomach. “It’s just a book. For the plot, you know?” She turned back to the stove, hoping the flush on her cheeks wasn’t too obvious.

“Uh-huh.” Leon’s tone was laced with pure, unfiltered amusement. He cleared his throat, adopting a mockingly dominant tone that had her nearly dropping the spoon again. “‘A strong woman like you needs a man who isn’t afraid to make her surrender.’” He paused, the words hanging in the air before he added, “Interesting taste, Redfield.”

“Oh, please,” Claire scoffed, her voice as breezy as she could make it, though she felt her cheeks burn hotter. “You think I take that seriously?”

Leon’s eyebrows rose. “Well, I don’t know. This guy here seems to think you’d be pretty into it.” He flipped a few more pages, chuckling to himself. “You, letting someone ‘take control’? Hard to imagine.”

Claire rolled her eyes, but her heart thudded in her chest as Leon took a step closer, his eyes dancing with mischief. “So, all these lines you’ve highlighted… just for the ‘plot,’ right?” He leaned over her shoulder, close enough that she could feel his breath on her neck. “‘Put you in your place,’ huh?” he murmured, his voice dropping to a teasing rasp. “Didn’t know you wanted someone to boss you around, Claire.”

She was trapped between the stove and the weight of his words, desperately trying to keep her voice steady. “It’s just…fiction. People read things they’d never do in real life. Ever think of that?”

“Uh-huh. Of course.” Leon’s smirk didn’t waver. “So you’re saying that, after everything—you being the take-charge type, all assertive and stubborn—you don’t want this…?” He tilted his head, blue eyes gleaming with the kind of playful curiosity that made her pulse race. “That maybe, just maybe, you don’t have this secret little fantasy where someone… ‘puts you in your place’?”

Claire swallowed, forcing herself to stay casual. “You’re out of your mind,” she replied, attempting a scoff. But her voice wavered, betraying her, and she could see Leon catch it.

“Oh, am I?” he replied, voice barely a murmur as he took another step forward, effectively pinning her between himself and the stove. “Because I don’t know, Claire. I think you’re kind of into this.” He lowered his voice, reading again, “‘You want someone who’ll make you melt… who’ll take away that need to be in control.’”

Her heart hammered in her chest as he spoke, every word stirring something deep and startling inside her. “You—You don’t know what you’re talking about, Kennedy.” She tried for a light laugh, but it came out shaky.

Leon’s eyes glinted, catching the tremor in her voice. “Oh, don’t I?” He leaned in, close enough that their noses nearly brushed. His voice was lower, more coaxing. “All you’d have to do is ask, you know. I could help you shut off that pretty little brain of yours for a while.” He raised an eyebrow. “But of course, you don’t want that, right?”

She could barely get a word out, her breath catching. “I… I…”

He chuckled, tilting his head as he brushed a hand over her shoulder, his fingers grazing her neck just enough to make her shiver. “Exactly what I thought,” he murmured, clearly enjoying himself. “You know, you could’ve told me you were into all this ‘big, strong hero’ stuff. I’m here to help.”

Claire opened her mouth to protest, but he leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, teasing kiss that left her weak-kneed, her protests melting into a whimper as he deepened the kiss. His hand moved up to cradle her face, fingers tracing her jaw as he tilted her head just so, guiding her response, leaving her dizzy.

When he pulled back, there was a spark of victory in his eyes. “See? All you had to do was let go.”

She wanted to protest, to say something snappy and deflect, but she couldn’t find the words. Instead, she stood there, speechless, a mix of mortification and excitement swirling in her chest as Leon took a step back, holding her book up with a smirk.

“Looks like we’ll be having a fun time with this,” he said with a grin, flipping through the pages, as he turned and headed out of the kitchen.

Leon strolled into the living room, her book in hand, clearly savoring every second of this newfound revelation. Claire’s heart pounded as she hurried after him, quickly shutting off the stove and following. She reached out, eyes wide, trying to keep her voice steady. "Give it back, Leon."

But he only turned, raising an eyebrow as he held the book just out of reach, his expression filled with pure amusement. "Not until you admit it," he said, his voice low and almost daring her. "Come on, Redfield. You can say it. You want to be my good girl, right?”

The words struck her like a bolt of electricity, leaving her flustered in a way she couldn’t quite mask. Claire opened her mouth to snap back, to say something sharp, but her voice failed her, her cheeks burning.

Leon tilted his head, a knowing look in his eyes. “Come on, it’s what you want, isn’t it?” he coaxed, his tone laced with mock sincerity. “You don’t have to act so tough all the time. You can just say it.”

She bristled, her pride flaring, but there was no stopping the flush spreading across her face, the way her legs felt oddly weak, her resolve unsteady. "I don’t know what you’re talking about," she managed, forcing out the words, but her voice sounded thin, breathless.

Leon’s grin only widened, clearly enjoying her reaction. “Oh, really?” he drawled, flipping through the pages of the book as if looking for more incriminating evidence. “Because from where I’m standing, it sure seems like you’re into this.” He held up a passage she’d highlighted. “‘A strong woman who needs someone who isn’t afraid to take the lead…’”

Her stomach flipped, and she clenched her fists, willing herself to keep steady. But it was impossible to ignore the fluttering heat in her chest, the way her legs seemed almost to tremble as he spoke, as if her body was betraying her.

Leon’s gaze dropped to her with a glint of satisfaction. “Come on, Claire,” he murmured, his tone dropping, almost conspiratorial. “How many more books like this do you have hidden away, huh? Do you picture yourself when the guy’s talking like this?” He tilted his head, his gaze softening just slightly as he caught the flush spreading across her face. “Or do you wish it was me?”

The question left her speechless, her lips parting, but no words came out. Instead, she swallowed, the faintest, most humiliating little sound escaping her throat before she could stop it. Leon’s smile grew even more smug, clearly noticing every reaction, every tell she was trying so hard to hide.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said, his voice dripping with playful mockery, “all you had to do was ask.” He leaned in slightly, his gaze unwavering. “Here I thought you liked barking orders. But really…” He trailed off, flipping through the book again, almost as if to emphasize his point. “You just wanted someone to…” He stopped on a page, reading aloud, “‘Keep those sexy lips busy with something else.’”

She gasped, a mixture of embarrassment and something headier making her pulse race, her throat dry. Her thighs pressed together involuntarily as she tried to summon something to say—anything to salvage her pride—but all that came out was a shaky breath, her face burning under the weight of his gaze.

He smirked, closing the distance between them with slow, confident steps, his eyes glinting with a mischievous spark that sent a thrill through her. "Oh, baby, here—let me help you." His voice dropped to a murmur, smooth and laced with mock sweetness. Before she could react, his hands brushed the hem of her oversized shirt, fingers grazing her skin just lightly enough to tease. Then, with one effortless tug, he lifted it up and over her, pulling it off in a single, fluid motion.

She blinked, caught somewhere between surprise and the flash of heat his touch ignited. He took a step back, giving her an exaggerated once-over, pressing a finger to his chin as if considering her.

"You’re a bit overdressed to be making me dinner, don’t you think?" he drawled, head tilting in mock scrutiny. His gaze lingered deliberately, and then he gave a smug, condescending smile. "Yeah," he murmured, a playful edge to his tone. "That’s more like it."

Claire blinked, stunned, suddenly aware of just how exposed she was. Standing there in nothing but a pair of old tube socks, her mouth parted as she struggled to catch up, the warmth rushing to her cheeks as Leon took her in, his gaze sweeping over her in amused appreciation. He gave a low, teasing whistle, his smirk deepening.

"Wow," he murmured, voice dripping with mock surprise. "No panties, no bra? And here I thought you were a good girl."

She felt her stomach flip, the humiliation and thrill twining together as she came out of her daze, her hands flying up to cover herself instinctively. But Leon moved before she could, gently guiding her hands down with a quiet authority that made her heart pound.

"Uh-uh," he murmured, voice soft but firm, as he coaxed her hands down to her sides, his touch lingering just enough to make her pulse race. "No hiding, now. Not when you're so willing to put on a show in all those books of yours."

She swallowed, the vulnerability hitting her all at once, her mind spinning as she stood there, shaking and flustered. Every instinct told her to grab her shirt, to turn and put some distance between them, to scold him for pushing her so far. And yet, here she was—frozen in place, a strange thrill rushing through her as his gaze lingered, his tone laced with that familiar mockery that only made her heart beat faster.

"What's the matter?" he asked, his voice gentle but teasing. "Don't tell me you're feeling shy now."

Leon’s smirk grew as he held up the book, tapping its cover lightly, tauntingly. “You want this back, baby?”

Claire nodded, swallowing hard as she realized just how much she was handing over to him—how he was still fully dressed, while she stood in front of him, bare and vulnerable. She’d always been the one in control, the one who called the shots. But right now? Right now, he held all the cards, and he knew it.

Leon chuckled, a deep, teasing sound, as he sauntered back to the couch, casually kicking his feet up on the coffee table. “Tell you what,” he said, stretching back, making himself comfortable. “I’ll make you a deal.” He gave her a slow once-over, making sure she felt his gaze trace every inch of her. “You go get me a beer, and I’ll think about giving it back to you.”

She stood there, her pride and ego warring with the strange thrill that pulsed through her. Her cheeks burned as she tried to summon something, anything to say, but he could tell she was stuck, frozen in place by the sheer audacity of his request.

Leon let out a laugh, shaking his head as if he couldn’t quite believe it himself. “Look at this,” he said, his voice dripping with mock admiration. “Bossy Mrs. Redfield, always-right Claire, standing right here, all stripped down with those sexy knockers out… just for me.” His grin widened. “And turning as red as a cherry on top of it.”

Her face flushed deeper, and she shifted uncomfortably, her hands twitching at her sides. He was enjoying this, savoring every second of seeing her out of her element, on display.

“Man, we could’ve been doing this a long time ago, baby,” he murmured, feigning a look of pure innocence as his gaze lingered on her. “You think I wouldn’t be into this?”

When she didn’t move, his voice dropped, his tone edged with that playful command that made her stomach flip. “Now, go get your man a beer babe. Let me see that ass of yours as you walk away.”

Every part of her screamed to snap back, to give him a piece of her mind—but the flush on her skin, the unsteady thrill building inside her, made her body move before her mind caught up.

As Claire turned to walk away, Leon leaned back, his eyes never leaving her. He let out a loud, exaggerated wolf whistle that made her cheeks burn even hotter. Every nerve in her body was suddenly hyper-aware, and her legs felt like they might give out beneath her as she took those first hesitant steps toward the kitchen.

"Now, that’s a view,” he drawled, sounding far too pleased with himself. His eyes practically glinted with amusement as he watched her, and she could feel the weight of his gaze on her every step, trailing over her exposed skin, lingering on the sway of her hips.

Just a few steps in, her foot caught on the edge of the rug, and she stumbled, her heart lurching as she tried to steady herself. Behind her, Leon erupted in laughter, his voice rich with genuine, unrestrained amusement. “Oh, careful there, baby!” he called out, his tone dripping with teasing mockery. “Take it slow. Wouldn’t want you to fall flat on that cute little ass of yours.”

The comment made her pulse race, and she bit her lip, trying to will the heat in her face to go away, but her body wasn’t listening. Every inch of her felt on fire, nerves buzzing in a way that was dizzying, and even though she hated it, part of her couldn’t help the way her heart fluttered. She knew he was watching every move, studying the way she struggled to keep it together, and it made her feel—flustered, exposed in a way that she couldn’t ignore.

As she reached the kitchen, her fingers trembled slightly, struggling to grab hold of the beer. Her breath came out in a shaky sigh, and she chanced a quick look over her shoulder, only to find Leon lounging back, completely at ease, the self-satisfied grin on his face while flipping through her book. It was enough to make her stomach flip.

Claire’s hand gripped the cold beer bottle tighter than necessary as she turned back toward the living room, hoping to somehow gather her dignity. But the second she met Leon’s eyes, all the confidence she’d managed to muster faltered. He was watching her, openly amused, leaning back on the couch like he was the king of his own little show.

"Well, well," he smirked, giving her a slow once-over as she approached, his gaze lingering unapologetically. “Look at you—bare as the day you were born, fetching me a beer like a good little girl.” He whistled again, low and appreciative. “I’ve got to say, Claire, this is quite a look for you.”

Her face burned hotter, and she tried to hold onto her pride, tried to give him some kind of comeback, but her voice caught in her throat, and instead, a tiny, embarrassing squeak slipped out. Leon’s grin widened, and he raised his eyebrows, clearly relishing every second of her discomfort.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he mocked gently, voice dripping with faux concern. “Did I embarrass you? Here I thought you were all tough and unbreakable. But now…” He gestured up and down her body, deliberately taking his time. “Now I’m wondering if you like this more than you’re letting on.”

Claire’s thighs pressed together involuntarily, and she cursed herself for the reaction, feeling mortified that her body was betraying her. The way he was looking at her—like he could see every unspoken thought, every crack in her armor—had her nerves on edge, and she could feel the heat spreading across her skin, could feel herself starting to give in.

“What’s the matter, Claire?” he murmured, his tone laced with mockery as he watched her shuffle closer, clearly enjoying how flustered she’d become. “Got nothing to say? You’ve always got something to say.”

She finally reached him and held the bottle out, desperate for him to just take it so she could escape the intensity of his gaze, but Leon didn’t reach for it. Instead, he tilted his head, letting his eyes trace over her slowly.

“Tell me,” he said, voice soft but sharp. “How many times have you pictured yourself like this?” He waved the book in front of her, his smirk deepening as he flipped it open, thumbing through the dog-eared pages. “Because from the looks of it, you’ve got quite a few favorite passages.”

Claire’s stomach flipped as he held up a page, the words she’d highlighted in stark yellow almost mocking her. She swallowed hard, her voice shaking. “It’s just a book, Leon.”

“Is it?” he shot back, raising an eyebrow. “Or were you hoping I’d take a hint?” His fingers grazed down her arm as he continued, his tone dropping to a low murmur. “Maybe you just wanted someone to make you feel like this—” he paused, feigning a thoughtful expression—“put you in your place, like the good girl you’re always pretending you’re not.”

Her hands trembled, and she shifted uncomfortably, feeling more exposed under his gaze than she ever had before. She opened her mouth to argue, to deny it, but no words came, and instead, her thighs clenched instinctively, giving away the effect his words were having on her.

Leon reached out, finally taking the beer from her hands, but not without a satisfied smirk. "Thank you, sweetheart," he said, voice thick with mock sweetness. She felt the familiar heat creep back up her neck, flustering her all over again.

Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he held out the book, just inches from her fingers. She reached for it quickly, desperate to snatch it back and put an end to this strange, dizzying game. But the second her fingertips brushed the cover, he pulled it back, just out of reach, his smile widening at the flash of frustration in her eyes.

“Uh-uh,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “If you want this back… you’re gonna have to earn it, babe.”

She felt a shiver run through her, a mix of defiance and something much more unsettling. “Earn it?” she whispered, her voice catching, but even she could hear the unsteady tremor in it.

He held her gaze, his smirk fading into something more intense. “Yeah. All I want is for you to read me one of these little… favorites of yours.” He thumbed through the pages, landing on one that was worn with creases, the words underlined, highlighted—evidence of just how many times she’d lingered on it. “This one looks like it might be a good start. Go on, honey. Read for me.”

Claire swallowed, feeling the warmth of embarrassment creep up from her chest, but his voice was so steady, so coaxing, that her fingers reached out almost instinctively, brushing the page as if it could ground her somehow. She couldn’t quite believe she was doing it, but the intensity in his eyes held her there, trapped in his gaze.

Slowly, she took a breath and began to read, her voice soft and trembling.

“‘The heat of his hands covered her skin, his touch commanding, urging her to yield beneath him, I don’t ask for permission, because that would mean you have a choice. You don’t, she was his and his alone…’” Her voice faltered, the words catching on her lips as her own pulse betrayed her. She could feel her skin flush, her breaths coming quicker.

Leon leaned back, his fingers tracing circles on the arm of the couch, watching her with that same, unrelenting gaze. “Go on,” he urged softly. “Don’t stop now. I’m just starting to enjoy this.”

Her mouth felt dry, her throat tight, but she forced herself to continue, her voice almost a whisper as she read the next line, “He held her close, his hand trailing up her spine, his voice a hushed growl as he reminded her… that she was his to do with as he pleased. That she wanted it. That she’d always wanted it.”

She could barely hear herself over the pounding of her own heart, her voice faltering. But Leon only leaned in closer, his voice coaxing, almost a purr. “That’s right, sweetheart. Keep going. Don’t stop.”

Claire’s voice wavered as she went on, the words feeling more and more dangerous with each one she spoke aloud, her skin prickling under Leon’s watchful, unyielding gaze. She swallowed, trying to steady herself, trying to find some foothold in all this, but every word felt like it stripped her bare even further.

“‘His hand found her chin, lifting her face to meet his gaze, his eyes dark and steady as he murmured… that he loved seeing her like this, helpless under his touch, unable to resist. That he knew exactly what she needed and would give it to her, as long as she obeyed him. As long as she gave herself to him completely.’”

Her cheeks flared with heat, the weight of his stare making her feel as though every inch of her was on display, every little crack in her armor exposed. She bit her lip, almost ready to snap the book shut, but Leon’s hand reached out, closing over hers, keeping it open.

“Obey him, huh?” he murmured, a teasing glint in his eyes as he let his fingers linger over hers, feeling the way her hands shook slightly beneath his. “Didn’t know you had a taste for this, Claire.” He paused, leaning in a little closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper, soft and insistent. “Is that what you’re looking for? Someone to get through that tough exterior of yours? Someone to make you obey?”

She opened her mouth to deny it, to shake her head, but her words caught in her throat, and instead, her silence answered for her. He gave a small, knowing smile, tilting his head.

“Come on, Claire,” he coaxed. “Don’t go shy on me now. I mean, look at you… you practically highlighted the whole damn page.” He slid a finger under the line she’d marked so intently, letting his touch brush over the words as his eyes found hers again. “So, are you picturing yourself in this book? That why it’s got all these little ‘well-loved’ pages?”

She shivered at his tone, unable to look away, unable to find her voice as he continued, his fingers brushing hers with a gentle, insistent pressure that kept her right there, rooted in place. His voice softened, turning almost affectionate, though the mockery still danced in his eyes. “You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart. If this is what you want… all you had to do was ask.”

He leaned back, releasing her hand slowly, his gaze lingering on her as if daring her to try to deny it. “But you didn’t, did you? No, you were just waiting, hoping I’d figure it out. You, Miss Always-in-Control.” He smirked, eyes raking over her in a slow, appreciative once-over. “Guess I don’t mind taking charge… since it’s what you’ve been waiting for, after all.”

Leon leaned back, eyes gleaming with smug satisfaction as he watched Claire stand there, completely bare, her last defenses crumbling under his steady gaze. She’d never felt so exposed—so completely at his mercy—and he was savoring every second of it.

He gave a soft chuckle, gesturing to the space in front of him. “Come here,” he said, his voice low and coaxing, that same maddening mockery glinting in his eyes. “On your knees, sweetheart. That’s it. Just like that.”

Claire hesitated for a beat, her pride fighting back, but the weight of his words, the intensity in his eyes, melted away her last resistance. She slowly sank down onto her knees, her face burning as she looked up at him. He was fully clothed, relaxed and utterly in control, while she was completely bared, every inch of her feeling impossibly vulnerable under his gaze.

“Now, there’s a good girl,” he murmured, reaching out to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing over her flushed skin with a gentleness that only made her feel more flustered. He let his hand trail down, fingers teasingly grazing her collarbone before moving lower, squeezing her breast with a possessive grip that sent a shiver through her. Her breath hitched, and he didn’t miss it—his smirk only deepened.

“See?” he murmured, voice dropping to a velvety whisper. “This is what you’ve been wanting, isn’t it? You wanted someone to put you right where you belong, didn’t you, Claire?”

She opened her mouth to respond, but he cut her off, reaching for the book again and holding it out, tapping one of the dog-eared pages. “One more line, sweetheart. Just one more… for me.”

Claire’s hands shook as she took the book, her voice barely more than a whisper as she found the passage he’d indicated. “She… she looked up at him, helpless… willing to do anything he asked, because she trusted him completely. He… he… squeezed her breast, reminding her who was in charge, and she—”

Her voice faltered, and Leon’s hand tightened on her breast, his thumb brushing over her sensitive skin, making her gasp. “Go on, baby,” he encouraged, his tone gentle but unyielding. “Finish it.”

Swallowing, Claire managed to push the words out, her voice a quivering whisper. “And she gave herself over to him completely… feeling safe, knowing he would take care of her.”

Leon grinned, a dark, satisfied gleam in his eyes as he took in her flushed face, her trembling form. “There’s my girl,” he murmured, a teasing lilt to his voice. “So easy for you, wasn’t it? Just needed a little push.”

And as he watched her, Claire realized that there was no going back—she was his, in every way, and he knew it.

#Cleon #leon s. kennedy x claire redfield #leon kennedy #claire redfield #Claire reads smut #Leon finds it

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sireington · 6 months ago

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DOOMBOTS concept

— Everyday is the last day here —

In an unknown, distant future, the remains of earth are stuck in an infinite loop where everyday is doomsday, red skies over everything as its inhabitants struggle to make something out of a life where everything ends with pain and starts over again. Pure humans, the ones that are mainly biological have seemingly abandoned their planet or disappeared, machines, robots, automatons, and highly evolved cyborgs being the only things left. These are the doombots.

So far the only defined character I have in this world is Allmaster Rix, a sort of stoic automaton that acts as king of a faction.

The doombots are prone to infighting, with cyborgs being one of the most separated groups as they are driven the most by their emotions. I’m sure being one of the last biological beings in this world would make them want to stay away.

Some bots have become insane or mindless beasts that tear apart whatever comes into their view. Of course, the loop makes it impossible for one to be permanently dead within the world of the doombots. Very few cyborgs become maddened, and most of the time they can snap out of their crazed rampage once the loop resets. It’s more rare for a maddened bot to gain back its sanity.

Some parts of the remains of earth (the doombot world) become more unfitting for surviving as a day goes on. Some caves may freeze over until the metal of your body becomes brittle and some vital motor becomes stuck. Some places simply quake so much that you easily fall into a ravine. They worst of places are the ones where the atmosphere is so weak that the brightness and burning heat of the sun becomes to much, eventually overwhelming the cooling system and overheating. If your alloys and systems are strong enough, you might survive longer, but eventually you will melt and your body’s integrity and strength will falter as it melts and breaks apart.

ya’ll can play and do stuff with this comment or whatever. Please. With sprinkles on top.

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wendytestabrat · 9 months ago

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why family guy needs to shorten its seasons

ok so i just saw how s22 of family guy is gonna wrap up with only 15 episodes (this season was terrible, but i digress) i hope it stays that way because i think a BIG reason why family guy has gone downhill is bc the writers and staff are burnt out af with the huge episode load rather than it being a lack of talent. like ya’ll be shitting on modern family guy for being bad but then praise modern south park, well in all fairness matt & trey are only making 6 episodes a season now while the family guy writers make like 20 so i don’t think it’s rlly a fair comparison LOL. plus the family guy episodes take longer to make too bc of the animation, they take up to 9 months to a year while matt & trey make the south park episodes within 6 days. so yeah i’ve been wanting family guy to make shorter seasons FOREVER bc i feel like the show would benefit A LOT from making quality over quantity. it’s been hard for me to keep up with family guy episodes these days with how many bad episodes they keep pumping out. it makes it hard to dig and find which ones are actually good and worth watching lol. (which i’m on a mission rn to torture myself with a bunch of modern family guy to find those episodes bc i’m such a martyr like that, i’ll link the blog i did a while back on the top 10 modern episodes below) bc yeah family guy still comes out with good episodes and funny jokes every now and then which shows the writers are talented and do know how to make magic if they rlly try lol. (and i still think modern family guy is wayyyy better than a lot of shows these days) so i think the show just needs to make less episodes that are higher quality than 57382992 bad episodes. i mean literally every other popular adult cartoon these days has shorter seasons too. south park has 6 episodes a season, rick & morty has 10, bojack horseman has 12, even the latest futurama season only had 10 episodes lol, so yeah i think that’s what family guy needs to do too to keep up with the popularity of those shows and become the cool kid on the block again like it once was. (bc yeah back in the day family guy was like the most popular adult cartoon on tv and i feel like it deserves to become that again and has the potential to as well) ik family guy always had long af seasons but it worked in the past when the show was actually good and every single one was a masterpiece. that was something i appreciated abt family guy back then was how we were getting WAYY more consistently good episodes than south park (bc south park seasons have always been shorter than family guy seasons). anyway i hate it when people complain about the south park seasons getting shorter like ya’ll are dumb u do realize matt & trey are old af and burnt out right? LOL stop pressuring two dudes in their 50s who are close to the age of retirement to pump out 473892923 cartoon episodes. i feel like if south park had longer seasons the show could’ve gone downhill as badly as family guy did (and we did see the show getting pretty bad in seasons 20-23 before they shortened the seasons even more) so lets be grateful matt & trey are doing what they need to do to keep the show running and going strong still. anyway here is the list i did on the top 10 best modern family guy episodes a while back if u haven’t seen it.

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this video is based bc they put “send in stewie please” at #1 too. people don’t appreciate how much of a masterpiece that episode is lol

#Youtube #family guy #FAMILYGUYRANTGARBAGE

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cookie-run-kingdom-story · 2 years ago

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Across the Galaxy of Dreams

Milky Way Cookie: Yawn… Welcome aboard the Intergalactic Dream Express…! Stardust Cookie: Thank you, conductor. One-way trip to the Whipped Cream Galaxy for me, please. Milky Way Cookie: Sure, sure…! But I gotta warn you: this is the Express train. It’s fast, there’s a lot to see and all, but the trip can be a bit… rough! Milky Way Cookie: Who knows… We might wander into a dreaming space pirate territory or crash-... err, bump into space junk? He he… Milky Way Cookie: So! Before we pass the point of no return… Why don’t you look into… slower, peaceful local trains? Or the famous Solar HyperExpress, perhaps? Stardust Cookie: I do not require silence or peace. Nor am I in a hurry… Stardust Cookie: I look forward to seeing the many wonders of the universe. Therefore, I will stay on this train. Milky Way Cookie: An excellent choice indeed! It’s just like that alien said; The direct route may be the fastest, but is rarely the most fun! Stardust Cookie: Alien? Milky Way Cookie: Eh, you know, passengers from places so remote you’ve never heard about them! I’m sure you’ll meet them on your trip! Milky Way Cookie: Alrighty, it’s time for me to head to the driver’s cabin! Make sure you’re in your seat for ticket inspection!

Stardust Cookie: …When I stepped on the cold stones of the City of Wizards, I could not imagine leaving it… with such peace in my heart. Stardust Cookie: To have the leisure of choosing which route to take… is a pleasant surprise. Stardust Cookie: Yes… a new journey awaits me. A journey to find my place in this vast universe. Stardust Cookie: My seat is in the Waning Moon Car, number 41. Right… there. Stardust Cookie: Hmm? There is another passenger in my seat. Stardust Cookie: I beg your pardon, but I do believe you are in my seat.

Space Doughnut: Kyu? Stardust Cookie: …Kyu?

A while later…

Milky Way Cookie: Ahem… Choo choo! Dear passengers! Brace yourself for… TICKET INSPECTIONS! Please have your tickets at the rea… Huh? Stardust Cookie: …Are you asking me to shake your hand…? Space Doughnut: Kyu kyu. Dou… NUT! Stardust Cookie: …They are persistent. Very well… Yes, yes, I’m pleased to meet you too. Milky Way Cookie: Ahem? If I may? What is all this commotion? Stardust Cookie: Conductor, this passenger is in my seat. I asked to see their ticket, yet we can’t seem to understand each other… Space Doughnut: Kyu kyu. Kyuiu! Milky Way Cookie: A misunderstanding, huh? I thought you went ahead and got yourself an alien friend right away! Milky Way Cookie: Let’s see what we can do here… Um, hello? Do you have a ticket that looks… like this?! Space Doughnut: Kyu kyu? Milky Way Cookie: Ooo, wonderful! Yes, yes! And your seat is… right next to you! Stardust Cookie: good. Should they move to their original seat? Milky Way Cookie: Care to explain that to our dear friend here? Stardust Cookie: …… Milky Way Cookie: Oh, no worries! It’s your lucky day! The generous conductor shall pardon you this one time. Just take their seat instead! He he… Stardust Cookie: …*sigh* Thank you. Space Doughnut: Kyu kyu, kyu kyu… ♬ Stardust Cookie: …I beg your pardon, but you are squishing me.

Space Doughnut: Poo boo poo! Boo! Stardust Cookie: I… Never mind. *sigh* This was supposed to be a pleasant trip… Space Doughnut: Dong? Doooooong? Stardust Cookie: this trip is turning out to be quite different from what I had in mind. …How interesting… I didn’t realize… Stardust Cookie: …I do not know what it’s like to have a pleasant trip. Space Doughnut: Kyu?

Food Cart Vendor: Snacks! SNAAAAAHCS! Getcha tasty, healthy snacks! SNACKS FOR A RELAXING SPACE TRIP! Food Cart Vendor: Star Jellies prepared with solar power! Just one bite, and ya’ll feel the power of the sun within you! Food Cart Vendor: Next up, Starflour Crisps, our specialty! They will make your dough strong like the stars! Food Cart Vendor: And last but not least, SomniSoda! A bottle will keep you awake no matter what! …It may cause slight drowsiness though. Pointy Hat Passenger: May I have three packs of crisps and three bottles of soda, please? Stardust Cookie: …Starflour Crisps? May I have a pack as well? Food Cart Vendor: Sure thing! Here you go! Space Doughnut: Yum! Munch much…! Stardust Cookie: (Is that how you consume this?) Stardust Cookie: Nom… Once-Excited Passenger: Uh, I don’t mean to be rude, but you’re eating it the wrong way! You have to take off the wrapping! Stardust Cookie: Ecckk! …Thank you. “Take off the wrapping…” Stardust Cookie: …You are eating it the wrong way too. Space Doughnut: Uuuu? Stardust Cookie: Hmm. You can taste the star particles. Crunchy. I quite like it. Round Hat Passenger: First time trying the Starflour Crisps? Haven’t traveled much, huh? Brave of you to take the express train! It can get pretty rowdy, you know! Wide Hat Passenger: That’s right! I heard those space pirates are causing quite the ruckus! Milky Way Cookie: Choo choo! The next stop is Beacon Star Station! I repeat, Beacon Star Station! Famous for its bright, luminous star! Milky Way Cookie: The doors are on your right! Make sure you take your belongings with ya!

Wide Hat Passenger: This is where I get off, lad! Oh dread, I have a bottle of soda left. Err… Here. Try this! Stardust Cookie: …Is this for me? Round Hat Passenger: Yes, yes! Share it with the Space Doughnut! It’s important to stay hydrated on your journey. Take it! Round Hat Passenger: Have you heard? The next sector is occupied by space pirates! The space turf war between the Milk ‘Staches and the Captain Blackbread’s has been going on forever! And they’re not the only gangs! Stardust Cookie: I… see. Pointy Hat Passenger: But a capable lad like you will manage! You even met a travel buddy! You know the saying: “good company makes a better journey!” Wide Hat Passenger: Even if you can’t communicate! Ha ha! Safe travels! Stardust Cookie: Good company makes a better journey… Stardust Cookie: …Doughnut, would you like me to open the pack for you? Space Doughnut: Kwa. *BURP* Stardust Cookie: You are already done…

*swish*

Stardust Cookie: You dropped your ticket. …Oh? Stardust Cookie: You are heading to… “Any place where you can hide from the flow of time and crushing gravity?” Stardust Cookie: …Is that an actual station? Space Doughnut: Kyu? Stardust Cookie: Your ticket, it’s… odd. …It’s not… “kwa.” It’s “doo.” Does that make sense? Space Doughnut: …………Doo? Stardust Cookie: …Take your ticket to the train conductor. The Cookie over there going “choo choo!” from time to time. Milky Way Cookie: The doors are closing. The doors are now clo… Milky Way Cookie: Huh? What’s that? Stardust Cookie: Hmm?

Wide Hat Passenger: Waaah… Hurry up and close those doors! A bunch of weirdos are closing your way! Brainglazed Fluffy Passenger: …NUTDO… NUT-DONUT-DONUT-DONUT-DO… Brainglazed Passengers: NUT-DONUT-DONUT-DONUT-DO!

Food Cart Vendor: EEEEK! What in the universe is going on? Round Hat Passenger: *Gasp* They’re climbing up the windows! Brainglazed Fluffy Passenger: NUT-DONUT-DONUT-DONUT-DO…! QUACK! Stardust Cookie: That was close. Are you alright? Round Hat Passenger: I-I’m okay… Space Doughnut: Kyu kyukyukyu! Tururu… Stardust Cookie: Who are they all? Why are they storming the train? Milky Way Cookie: Choo choo! These oddballs were only attacking this car! I saw it on my way from the driver’s cabin! Milky Way Cookie: They kept yelling “NUT-DONUT-DO!” Utter CHAOS! Gah! Milky Way Cookie: …Huh, of course! You there! Doughnut! They’re after you, aren’t they?! Milky Way Cookie: Who are they and what do they want?! Space Doughnut: Kwa? Stardust Cookie: NUT-DONUT-DO… Donut… Doughnut. Right. An acute observation, conductor. Milky Way Cookie: I mean… it’s pretty obvious… Milky Way Cookie: Anyways! Emergency situation at the station! Escaping… I mean, DEPARTING right away! Milky Way Cookie: Fasten your seatbelts because this is where the ride gets REAL bumpy! Maybe try holding onto something as well! Passengers: WAAAAAAAH!

Stardust Cookie: Watch out! Some of them have made it inside! Brainglazed Passengers: NUT… DOOOOO…! Space Doughnut: Poo… Puboo… Doo… Pointy Hat Passenger: Space Doughnut! Roll out of here and quick! Hide! Take cover! It’s not safe there! Space Doughnut: Doooooo…! Pointy Hat Passenger: Huh? What did you say? Space Doughnut: DOO… DA!

Donut Passengers: Donut! Pointy Hat Passenger: *gasp* Food Cart Vendor: Huh? Once-Excited Passenger: Wow! Space Doughnut, sir, that was amazing! Can you transform the rest of those weird strangers? Brainglazed Passengers: Poof! Brainglazed Passengers: Nut… DO! Round Hat Passenger: Oh no! They’ve returned to their real selves! Food Cart Vendor: WE’RE DOOOOOMED! Stardust Cookie: No… I have an idea! Stardust Cookie: Milky Way Cookie! Open the doors! I have a plan! Milky Way Cookie: Roger that! Doors opening! Everyone hold onto something!

Whoooooosh!

Stardust Cookie: Doughnut! It’s DOO-DA time! Do you understand me? DOO DA! Space Doughnut: Pu…? Stardust Cookie: DOO! DA! Space Doughnut: …Doo…! Space Doughnut: Dooooo! Daaaaa!

Donut Passengers: Poof! Stardust Cookie: And… now! Toss them outside! Once-Excited Passenger: Oh… I get it! We can kick them out of the car before they return to their original form! Food Cart Vendor: Aaaaah! Toss them away! HURRRRYYYY!

*CRASH* *BANG* *BOOM*

Stardust Cookie: …We did it… Milky Way Cookie: What just happened? Did I just see a bunch of… donuts roll out…? Stardust Cookie: Space Doughnut! Stardust Cookie: You were amazing! Space Doughnut: Kyu! Kwouuuu! Milky Way Cookie: So… can I close the doors now?

???: …Ah, there you are. ???: Finally, I have you within my grasp!

A while later…

Milky Way Cookie: Dear passengers! We have arrived at the Intergalactic Rest Stop. We will resume with our journey once we finish repairing the train! Round Hat Passenger: Oh dear. Was the train damaged a lot? Pointy Hat Passenger: We might have to get off here and hitchhike… Brainglazed Space Traveler: NUTDO… NUT-DONUT-DO…! Milky Way Cookie: Aah! Choo! CHOO! Emergency! Emergency! A group of NUTDO travelers approaching! Wide Hat Passenger: WHAT?! Oh, dread! I thought we’ve lost them! Stardust Cookie: They grew in numbers. Everyone, brace yourselves! Passengers: GAAAAAH!

Wide Hat Passenger: Is it… over? Is everyone alright?! Milky Way Cookie: My train…! My shiny new train…! Stardust Cookie: Calm down. The train can be fixed. Milky Way Cookie: But… but! If they keep doing that, there will be no train left to reach our destination!!! Milky Way Cookie: We will have to make a detour all the way back to the Dream Train Depot. And then we begin the run ALL! OVER! AGAIN! Milky Way Cookie: Space Doughnut! Perhaps, don’t you have anything to say?! Space Doughnut: Kyou? Milky Way Cookie: You see, my precious train is about to get smashed into crumbs because of those weird thugs! Space Doughnut: Pupupupu! Milky Way Cookie: It’s the conductor’s duty to make sure the train isn’t harmed! Milky Way Cookie: It pains me deeply to say this but… Dear Space Doughnut… Please pack up your belongings and… ???: … Milky Way Cookie: …Make sure you stay here safe and sound! GOTCHA? Unknown vessel detected outside at 11 o’clock! Milky Way Cookie: Do you know how many space pirates I take care of on a WEEKLY basis? Stardust Cookie! Right flank, by the green star! ATTACK! Stardust Cookie: …Prepare to witness the wrath of the stars!

*crash*

???: A capable conductor, I see. The meteors aren’t too shabby either. Milky Way Cookie: Wait, that shadow…! Stardust Cookie: Do you recognize them? Once-Excited Passenger: I… I think I know who that is! A space criminal genius notorious for brainwashing his victims, and disposing of them once they’ve done his bidding. Passengers: *GASP* Milky Way Cookie: Oh yeah, I know him! Upon encounter, you’ll lose consciousness, and then wake up in the middle of nowhere! Or so they say…! Milky Way Cookie: You’re looking at him right now… The mastermind behind those weird attacks is no other than… Dr. Evilglaze!

Dr. Evilglaze: I’m flattered! I presume there is no need to introduce myself. Dr. Evilglaze: Now tell me, where is Doughnut No. 325? Stardust Cookie: …Is he talking about you, Doughnut? I must admit, even your name is peculiar. Space Doughnut: Ppu! Puuuuu… Dr. Evilglaze: I applaud! You’ve come quite far… for a doughnut. Missed me, No. 325? Space Doughnut: …Ddoop. Dr. Evilglaze: How unfortunate. You almost managed to slip away. Just think of it: a bit farther, and I would’ve… Dr. Evilglaze: I would’ve had to ravage this entire universe! Space Doughnut: Pu. Boooo… Tu… Stardust Cookie: I understand, you were upset because the Doughnut here went missing, but surely you realize that you are overreacting? Food Cart Vendor: Stardust Cookie, psssst! Stop… talking…!

Dr. Evilglaze: No. 325, did you know that your test results came back on the very day you ran away? Dr. Evilglaze: Did you know how infuriating it was to realize that the fool that got away was the other half that would make me complete…! Space Doughnut: …! Pi-ri-bi-ri-bi-ri-bi-ri-bip?! Dr. Evilglaze: Surprised? So was I. Dr. Evilglaze: All these years… Al this time and effort it took to abduct over 300 doughnuts, experiment on them, run tests… All that to find “the right one.” Dr. Evilglaze: And when at long last I found the doughnut that would complete me and help me become the almighty Cosmic Doughnut…! It ran away! Dr. Evilglaze: Can you imagine how I felt…? Space Doughnut: Ppu! Pu, puu… Kwa…! Stardust Cookie: Doughnut? Why are you trembling? Dr. Evilglaze: Step aside, flatster. Dr. Evilglaze: Tsk. Just look at how you’ve spoiled this doughnut! How dare it hide from me… Dr. Evilglaze: A doughnut’s highest honor is to become one with a donut ball, transforming into the Cosmic Doughnut. You dare stand in the way of this?! Dr. Evilglaze: No, you will not stand in the way of me taking over the universe!

Milky Way Cookie: So this Space Doughnut here must really be that important to you, huh? I mean, you’re already strong enough to destroy a galaxy or two on your own… Milky Way Cookie: Theoretically speaking, it could cause major… trouble for us if he got his hands on this Space Doughnut, right? Like… the universe exploding… Or worse, the Dream Railway System…! Stardust Cookie: Wait a moment. Space Doughnut? Space Doughnut: Kwa? Stardust Cookie: That fellow there. Is he a kyu-kyu? Or a poo-poo? Space Doughnut: …Poo poo… Stardust Cookie: You heard. The Doughnut wants nothing to do with you. I suggest you take your Cosmic Doughnut business elsewhere. Dr. Evilglaze: *sigh* How tiring to deal with such inferior brainless beings. Doughnuts, take care of them. We are returning with No. 325. Brainglazed Space Travelers: NUTDO! NUT-DONUT-DONUT-DO! Milky Way Cookie: Stardust Cookie! We can’t just let them take Space Doughnut away! Stardust Cookie: I suppose we have no other choice… We must fight. Come on!

Brainglazed Space Travelers: NUT-DONUT-DONUT-DONUT-DONUT-DONUT-DONUT-DONUT-DO! Stardust Cookie: Phew… Milky Way Cookie, are you unscathed? Milky Way Cookie: I’m fine! But we better put an end to this AND FAST! AHH! Space Doughnut: Pu-poot! Do-oooong-o nut! Stardust Cookie: Doughnut! Do not be frightened, hide behind me… Ah! Dr. Evilglaze: Perhaps you should focus on protecting yourself first. Dr. Evilglaze: You may be strong, but your powers are nothing compared to mine. Dr. Evilglaze: I could crush you right now if I wanted to. Stardust Cookie: Crush me? I might have been the one who tried to destroy a city, but you sound awfully violent! Stardust Cookie: Speaking of, perhaps you should reconsider your decision to obliterate the entire universe? Stardust Cookie: It will not make you feel better, I know from experience! Dr. Evilglaze: HA! You pathetic flatster! You think you know anything about me? The audacity!

CRASH!

Stardust Cookie: Ugh! Space Doughnut: Kyut! Dr. Evilglaze: As soon as I fuse with No. 325 and become the Cosmic Doughnut, I shall destroy your galaxy before anything else!

CRASH!

Stardust Cookie: Ugh… Space Doughnut: …Woo…! Dr. Evilglaze: And if you try to escape to a different star cluster, I will simply follow you and destroy it too.

CRASH!

Dr. Evilglaze: And should you run away to another galaxy, I’ll crush the whole thing into pieces myself! Space Doughnut: …Koo… Kooo… Kooot! Space Doughnut: Koo… KWAAACK!! Stardust Cookie: ! Doughnut? Dr. Evilglaze: You. What did you just say? Space Doughnut: Quack! Kwack! Touuuuu! Puboooo! Dr. Evilglaze: …Seems that fear has made you lose your mind? How DARE you speak that to me? Milky Way Cookie: So… is someone going to tell us what they said, or…? Space Doughnut: Doo… Doooo…! Dr. Evilglaze: You…! How dare you aim your Doughnut Beam at me…! Space Doughnut: DOOOOOO! DWA!!!

Dr. Evilglaze in Doughnut Form: Donut! Dr. Evilglaze in Doughnut Form: *roll* Pointy Hat Passenger: *hic* Food Cart Vendor: Hyee… Once-Excited Passenger: *gasp* Stardust Cookie: …Everyone, get on the train. Now! Milky Way Cookie: …Y-yeah! We need to leave before he returns to his original self! RUN! Passengers: AAAAH!

*BAM* *BOOM* *CRASH* Milky Way Cookie: All aboard! Choo choo!

Stardust Cookie: *huff huff* Space Doughnut: Huff huff… Kyuck. Stardust Cookie: …Dr. Evilglaze looked ridiculously powerful… Stardust Cookie: Yet you simply turned him into a doughnut. Stardust Cookie: ………Ha ha. Poof! Just like that! A doughnut! Once-Excited Passenger: …Heh. Pointy Hat Passenger: And the way he rolled away…! Food Cart Vendor: He he he. Space Doughnut: kwa! Poopoo! Ptooey! Rrrrroll! Stardust Cookie: Ha ha ha! That’s right! You made him roll away! Ha ha ha! Space Doughnut: …Pookyu… Space Doughnut: Pookyukyu! Kyurrrr! Stardust Cookie: Ha ha ha!

Milky Way Cookie: Dear biscuits and treats of all flavors! Thank you for traveling with us on the rather bumpy Dream Express! The next stop is the final destination of this train: the Western Sky! Milky Way Cookie: Once the train stops, make sure to leave the station as soon as possible! We lost those pesky donuts, but… they might be back! Stardust Cookie: Looks like it is time to say goodbye. Stardust Cookie: Over there, outside the window, is a faintly glowing galaxy. That is most likely the Whipped Cream Galaxy. Where our ways part. Space Doughnut: Kyu? Dough… nut? Stardust Cookie: Ha ha… My apologies. Your language is still foreign to me… Stardust Cookie: I wish you the very best, Doughnut. I would like to believe you wished me the same as well. Space Doughnut: …Kwak! Stardust Cookie: Please do not cling on to me! Danger does not pursue you anymore. Travel freely, wherever your heart wishes! Space Doughnut: Haaaaaaan! Keeeeeeeeh… Stardust Cookie: Wait, you understand me now-

SHOOOOOSH

Milky Way Cookie: What’s this creepy noise…?! Everyone, get off the train…!

*CRASH*

Dr. Evilglaze: You’re MINE! Space Doughnut: Kyupoot?! Milky Way Cookie: …Ugh. So persistent…! Let the Doughnut go already! Dr. Evilglaze: One step closer, and I will brain-glaze every passenger on this pathetic train! Brain glaze… like brainwash… but… doughnut-style…! Dr. Evilglaze: The reason why I haven’t used my NUT-DONUT-DO Beam on you, pathetic creatures, is because I didn’t want to delay the coming of the Cosmic Doughnut! Milky Way Cookie: Ugh… Dr. Evilglaze: I admit, it was reckless of me. After all, we’re talking about becoming the Supreme Overlord of the Universe here… Dr. Evilglaze: I can’t believe I actually listened to your incessant whining just to bring my victory closer! Space Doughnut: Ppoo… Pooyut… Dr. Evilglaze: It doesn’t matter anymore. No.325, I shall grant you the honor of becoming part of me! Space Doughnut: Ppu! Ppuboop! KWAK! Dr. Evilglaze: I will consume you and become the strongest being in this entire universe! Stardust Cookie: Space Doughnut! Fight back! Use your Doo-da! Space Doughnut: Do… Doo doo…! Dr. Evilglaze: Let the Doughnut and the Doughnut Ball… CONVERGE!

Stardust Cookie: What is this? It suddenly became completely dark. Dr. Evilglaze: Ah… No. No no no! This isn’t supposed to happen!

Dr. Evilglaze: Stop firing your doughnut beam, No. 325, or we will turn into a useless little donut! Stop! STOP IT RIGHT NOW! Dr. Evilglaze: NO! We’re nearing infinite zero…! I said stop! Dr. Evilglaze: Stop it! NOOOOOOO!

Space Doughnut: Woo… Pooo…! Stardust Cookie: …Space Doughnut…?

Oooooo…

Milky Way Cookie: Stardust Cookie, wake up! Stardust Cookie: Ah!

Unstable Doughnut Vortex: OoooooooooO! Milky Way Cookie: Are you alright? I gotta admit, that was quite the shockwave, but I didn’t expect you to pass out like that… Stardust Cookie: This… is a dark vortex. Stardust Cookie: …So that was not a dream. Dr. Evilglaze’s plans to become the Cosmic Doughnut failed! Milky Way Cookie: Yeah, yeah…! Can you lend me a hand here? The train is gonna get sucked in… WHOA! Stardust Cookie: Milky Way Cookie! Stardust Cookie: Everyone hold on! I will try to pull the train out of this vortex! Stardust Cookie: Ugh…! Once-Excited Passenger: You don’t have… to sacrifice yourself… to… save us… Pointy Hat Passenger: Too late… flee…! Stardust Cookie: NO! Buckle your seatbelts!

Unstable Doughnut Vortex: OooooooOOoooo…

Stardust Cookie: We are… leaving… this vortex… together! Stardust Cookie: Our destination awaits us… all of us…! Stardust Cookie: And we’re going to explore the galaxy together, sharing snacks!

Food Cart Vendor: We made it! Milky Way Cookie: But we got caught in a gravitational slingshot! We’re gonna accelerate WAY beyond the maximum allowed limits!!! Milky Way Cookie: Stardust Cookie, hold on to the train! We can use this boost and escape! Hurry! Stardust Cookie: …You go ahead. Milky Way Cookie: But what are you gonna do? Dr. Evilglaze and the Space Doughnut are probably as small as a single particle because of all that ridiculous pressure! Milky Way Cookie: Neither light nor time exists within the vortex! Not even the Slumbering Moon’s power can reach there! Stardust Cookie: I know. It is called the Horizon of Fate because no dessert has ever returned from a vortex. Stardust Cookie: But I must look beyond the horizon. Milky Way Cookie: What?! Stardust Cookie! Unstable Doughnut Vortex: Oooooooo…

Stardust Cookie: Dr. Evilglaze tried to stop the Doughnut Beam. Stardust Cookie: But having jammed the beam, he must have caused instability instead! Stardust Cookie: If only I could try and push Dr. Evilglaze away…! Unstable Doughnut Vortex: Oooo… Ooooo…

Stardust Cookie: Yes, I too, know that feeling. Stardust Cookie: Wandering across the void, without any sense of direction. Stardust Cookie: Swept away by a vortex, feeling nothing. Stardust Cookie: Moonlight Cookie. I can only wonder what you were thinking when you came to save me. Stardust Cookie: What was your reasoning? Stardust Cookie: I want to save the Space Doughnut. Stardust Cookie: The Doughnut still… Stardust Cookie: Still does not know what Starflour Crisps taste like unpacked!

Excited Passenger: Sob… He did it! Stardust Cookie really did it, conductor! Milky Way Cookie: Alrighty! It is a conductor’s duty to deliver all her passengers to their destinations! Milky Way Cookie: Now fasten your seatbelts! The train is about to reach the ultra-turbo-light speed and catch up with our passengers, Stardust Cookie and Space Doughnut! Passengers: WAAAAAAAAH!

Stardust Cookie: …Ah…

Stardust Cookie: Where am… I? Am I… on… the train? How fortunate… Looks like I managed not to crumble away… Milky Way Cookie: Oh, you’re awake! You looked like you needed some rest so we didn’t wake you up. Stardust Cookie: Milky Way Cookie… Stardust Cookie: Ah! What happened to the Space Doughnut?! Are they okay? Milky Way Cookie: The Space Doughnut? They’re right next to you, silly! Do you know how hard it was to get them off of you! Ha! Doughnut! Wake up! Stardust Cookie: Oh? Space Doughnut: …Ppo? Kooo? Stardust Cookie: Space Doughnut… You made it back. Good… Stardust Cookie: So where are we? Milky Way Cookie: Err, right, about that! So it’s a conductor’s sacred duty to deliver her passengers to their destination… I’ve already mentioned that… yeah… Milky Way Cookie: But I may have… broken the Dream Express… a little… a bit with the ultra-turbo-light-speed mode…

Milky Way Cookie: And we had to… crash-land in this… random place! Round Hat Passenger: Stardust Cookie! You’re up! Stardust Cookie: Yes. DO you know what happened to Dr. Evilglaze? Once-Excited Passenger: Dr. Evilglaze… passed out I think? So we just left him there! He he! Pointy Hat Passenger: He’s probably floating around the galaxy. Let him have a taste of his own medicine! Food Cart Vendor: Yeah! I’m sure he can hitchhike or something. Ha!

Space Doughnut: Kyut! Kyu kyu kyu koo koo! Once-Excited Passenger: You know, Stardust Cookie, I… I was so worried that I wouldn’t be able to say thank you… *sniffle* Food Cart Vendor: That’s right! Thanks so much, Stardust Cookie! You know what? From now on, you get a free lifetime supply of snacks from my cart! Wide Hat Passenger: Stardust Cookie. We are saved because of you! Wide Hat Passenger: Thank you so much for not giving up on us! Stardust Cookie: …Ha ha. Stardust Cookie: And thank you… for the soda… Stardust Cookie: I may not be where I originally intended to be… Stardust Cookie: Now was this the kind of journey I had in mind. Stardust Cookie: And I most certainly did not expect to meet such company… Stardust Cookie: But this is nice. Stardust Cookie: It was a terrific trip. Milky Way Cookie: Stardust Cookie… Space Doughnut: Kyu kyu, Kyu? Kyuukyu? Milky Way Cookie: Hmm? What are you saying, doughnut? It better be good, because we were totally having a moment. Stardust Cookie: I believe they said they want to take a dip in the ocean over there. Space Doughnut: Kyukyukyu! Pointy Hat Passenger: Oh? The Space Doughnut is running towards the sea! Food Cart Vendor: Is that really what they said? Milky Way Cookie: Oi! Answer us! Stardust Cookie: … Stardust Cookie: Ha ha! Stardust Cookie: I think I will join them! I have never seen an ocean before… Stardust Cookie: Can I take a bag of crisps? Food Cart Vendor: Of course! And have a soda if you get thirsty! Milky Way Cookie: Huuuh? What? But you’re gonna get all soggy! Round Hat Passenger: Looks like, the Space Doughnut dropped something… Should we give them a bag? Milky Way Cookie: Huh? It’s their train ticket… Waning Moon Car, Seat 42. Wide Hat Passenger: The destination is… Err, wait… I think it’s getting re-written as we speak…! Once-Excited Passenger: The new destination is… “Anywhere in the universe.” Milky Way Cookie: …Yup yup! Milky Way Cookie: Another satisfied passenger! He he! Milky Way Cookie: Hmmm… And I know just the place to recommend…!

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Alrighty 2: Electric Bungaloo

That’s right ya boi is reintroducing themselves because why the fuck not?

Wassup ya’ll my name’s Turtle and I shitpost like there’s no tomorrow. I do mostly fandom content so be warned there may be spoilers afoot.

Now, some basic stuff about me.

I am an adult (19 as of writing this) but I don’t interact with or post any NSFW. If I had to give my blog an age rating, I’d say 16+ mostly because I don’t feel comfortable interacting with anyone below that age.

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Officially diagnosed:

- Autism

- Hypermobility (unspecified, just hypermobility)

- Anxiety

- Diabetes

Yet to be officially diagnosed but I’m pretty sure they’re there:

- ADHD

- Dyslexia

- hEDS (hypermobile ehlers-danlos syndrome)

- Epilepsy

- Depression

- OCD

DNI:

- If your name is TJ (sorry but this is a huge trigger for me)

- Proshippers (ya nasties)

- Strong religious beliefs (especially having to do with “salvation” or “saviours”

- Rascists, ableists, transphobes, homophobes, pedos etc. (ya know, basic shit)

- Jaune Arc NSFW/Fetish blogs (RWBY specific)

Discomforts (please warn me before sending me this shit BUT anything marked with a star (*) PLEASE never send. If your blog contains these, you can still interact but don’t send):

- Gary X Rookie ship (club penguin specific)* (No offence if you ship it, you are free to interact with me but this ship does make me uncomfy)

- Shipping SCPs

- NSFW*

That’s all for now folks. Stay safe <3

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xomakara · 10 days ago

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Can't Help Myself

SUMMARY | Mingi comes home early from a trip to find his best friend's older sister, you, roaming the apartment in a large shirt and panties. And god, does he want you.

PAIRINGS | Mingi x Reader

RATING | Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+, Any Minors and Ageless Blogs will be blocked

GENRE | smut, roommate!Mingi, brother's best friend trope, older woman/younger man trope, non-idol au

CONTENT/WARNINGS | profanity/strong language, filthy dirty thoughts, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), female masturbation, fingering, oral sex (male/female receiving/giving), dirty talk, praise kink, pet names, vaginal penetration, kitchen sex, creampie, squirting

LENGTH | 5,744 words

TAGLIST | ---

NETWORKS | @illusionnet @cromernet @wonderlandnet @k-vanity @ksmutsociety @othersideoutlawsnetwork

AUTHOR’S NOTE | Hi. Hello. This was supposed to be 2-3K words but it ended up longer. It's literally just smut lolol. And those Mingi pics for CK? geezes. Hope you all love and enjoy this. Love you ❤️

In your defense, you thought you were home alone so you didn’t second guess your wardrobe choice before walking out of your room and into the kitchen to rummage through the fridge for a snack. You really should have made sure first though.

You didn’t think much of it when your younger brother Yunho asked if you wanted to get a place with him and his best friend. It was a little more spacious, a lot nicer than your dorm room on campus, and still close enough for you to go to and from school and work easily. You knew Mingi, Yunho's best friend, forever, but when you told your parents they had suggested you take precautions. Mingi may have been a family friend of sorts but he was still male and he would be living there.

Both you and your brother dismissed their worries completely, assuring them Mingi had been like a younger brother, despite the year age gap, growing up and you could count the amount of times you ever heard him say anything even remotely perverted or gross to be none. But despite all this, you all still made a pact with your respective members of the household that your individual bedrooms were to stay firmly shut at all times and privacy would be respected and vice versa.

Earlier that week, Yunho said that he and Mingi would be going on a trip, somewhere with a bunch of their other friends, while the weather was still good. It would have been a trip you would have taken too, but you couldn't. School and work kept you here. You figured you would just catch up with everyone when they came back home.

They left a few days ago, leaving with a loud goodbye before you gave yourself the all-clear, allowing your usual messy, comfortable sleepwear to take over. It was going to be a relaxing day at home with no one there to scold you and you were going to do as you pleased.

Fast forward a few days later and you’re now standing in front of a confused Mingi, wearing nothing more than an oversized t-shirt that hangs off one shoulder and boy-short panties, leaving very little to the imagination.

Both of your arms are frozen, neither able to speak as you meet each other's gazes, Mingi's eyes darted lower as your arms come down in a sudden jerk to shield your exposed form from his eyes. His stare doesn't falter, but rather it hardens, taking everything that he can, burning the image into his brain.

This is Mingi, the family friend who played games with you and shared candies when you were younger. He was the same Mingi you would tease mercilessly as children before asking him, not so secretly, for advice about how to date a guy. This is the same Mingi you danced next to in the living room until both of you became nauseous because your moves had you spinning and twisting faster and faster. And it's the same Mingi you watched slam several cups of beer down like it was water during house parties like it was nothing. He had a bit of a track record for picking up girls with ease, the kind of guy girls looked up to and talked about dreamily whenever they thought no one could hear them.

Sure you had a silly crush on him growing up but you knew Mingi didn't think of you in that way. He treated you like an older sister and it showed. An older sibling was all he was likely to ever see.

But here and now, with the look Mingi is giving you, that all seems to go right out the window. If you thought his stare was hot when it was at eye level, there was no word that could come close to explaining how the scorching temperature went up even more in the downward, suggestive direction his stare had shifted.

For a moment you think you hear a hushed, muffled grunt come out of him, but it's gone as soon as it appears.

"M-mingi?" you mutter, clearing your throat a little. "What are you doing back so early?"

Mingi's expression doesn't change, if anything it seems to darken even more and if it was possible, you are sure he is undressing you even more with his eyes than before.

"Oh, uh...hi, noona. I had to leave early due to work," he says slowly.

You wait for more information, an explanation, something but he doesn't give one.

"... and?" You encourage and your response is an almost devilish-looking smirk. It has a strangely charming effect on you, but at the same time is enough to cause heat to flow through you, settling and concentrating at one very specific spot. You've never seen him look at someone like the way he's staring at you and you are surprised you didn't get caught on fire.

His eyes flick up and down your form slowly once more before locking on yours again and he stands up straight from the door. "It doesn't matter. I'm back now."

Damn. Now you had to go back to being dressed while stuck in the house alone for who knew how long.

"U-uh... okay? Alright, um," you swallow and squirm uncomfortably under Mingi's steady gaze, hoping he doesn't hear the way the breath catches in your throat. "I'm gonna go get dressed."

You wait, feeling incredibly awkward as he watches you without moving, but finally, after a moment Mingi turns and goes in the direction of his bedroom.

“Y/N-noona?” You hear him call out to you as you move away, feet already in motion toward the safety of your bedroom.

“Yeah?” you reply.

He leans against his bedroom doorway and sends a mischievous, somewhat predatory grin at you, causing your entire body to tingle at his intentions.

"You don’t have to cover up if you don’t want to. It’s not fair to you if Yunho and I get to walk around the place shirtless and you don’t. I won’t tell Yunho." he says simply before stepping into his bedroom and closing the door with a soft click.

You let out a deep exhale the moment you shut your bedroom door behind you, pulling a hand up to rest on your chest, feeling the rapid beating of your heart. Your knees felt weak and suddenly the image of Mingi had burned itself so deeply into the back of your lids that every time you closed your eyes, the image of Mingi smirking darkly at you made its appearance, causing a fire to flare up in you.

With a shaky but needy whimper, you find yourself falling into a heap on your bed. You rest a hand flat on your stomach, allowing your mind to fill with images of Mingi, remembering the feeling of his hard, broad shoulders from the hugs you would receive, his defined arms that seemed to give you comfort the times you got them wrapped around your form, and that confident, slightly cheeky smirk you had witnessed him sending at the female population several times.

You make sure the door is locked, not knowing whether you did it out of fear or need before the hand on your belly slowly slides down, fingertips gently ghosting along your lower belly, slowly heading for the cotton of your panties. They dipped below and you let out a tiny sigh at the touch of your hand between your legs. It was a tiny, delicate touch, yet it felt like sparks had erupted all over, tingling down your spine and in between your legs. Your teeth dug into the bottom lip hard in a bid to control your whines as one lone digit traced small circles, building you up.

It's not the first time you have pleasured yourself and had Mingi on your mind while doing it. You can't even count the many nights you spend laying in this very same position, imagining Mingi there. What his kisses would be like. The way his hands would glide along your body, causing you to arch into his touch, craving more contact from his body, while he pressed searing kisses all over your neck and chest, murmuring filthy words only the two of you could ever hear.

What your mind is occupied with as your hips squirm a little are all the different scenarios you can think of. At first, your movements are small, just small pushes and rolls of your hips against your fingertips. You find yourself wondering what Mingi's hands would be like. How rough would he be or would he want to savor your body, lavishing the soft curves of your body with gentle touch, kisses, and teasing bites until he got closer to where you needed him? Would he be dirty? Would his words be enough to make you blush with his raw, sexual cravings?

The sounds, oh the sounds he could draw from you.

Your breath hitches when the tiny moans coming from you make their way up and out of your lips and as good as this feels it's still not enough for you. Your imagination runs wild. The Mingi in your mind is taking control now, turning you around, the deft hands moving to knead your breasts, a warm, wet tongue swiping up the back of your neck, moving up until a hot mouth sucked, grazing your earlobe with his teeth.

And when the imaginary feeling of Mingi biting you while one hand trailed down the planes of your body before slipping beneath and your fingers move exactly the way you are fantasizing his hands were, in this situation, you find yourself burying your face in the sheets, doing your best to muffle all the noise coming from you.

One, two, three curling fingers are all it takes, and you have brought yourself to the peak already, the fire inside you burning, scorching even. The small coiling heat within your belly unraveled and you bit your pillowcase as hard as you could, hoping the soft fabric of your bed would block out all of your noises.

As soon as the fire dies out the heaviness of your eyelids overtakes you and it's a struggle to pull off the shirt you wore and slip beneath the blankets. As soon as you're settled though, the comfort and warmth of the bed sheets caused you to fall into a deep slumber. You dream of Mingi, thinking about those fantasies but you aren't waking up anytime soon.

Little did you know that Mingi was dreaming of you, trying to relieve his own arousal.

The next day, you wandered into the living room, this time in lace panties and a scantily thin tank top. Your feet pad slowly on the hardwood flooring of the apartment. A small groan came out of you as your feet padded into the kitchen area, your hair a mess, eyes heavy with sleep and your hands worked on the buttons of the small coffee machine to make yourself something to wake up with.

"Oh, Y/N-noona..."

You jumped, yelping, spinning to see Mingi leaning against the wall, his shirt hanging open, his usual black jeans hanging low on his hips, and his brand-name briefs sticking out above them. He was half grinning, eyes trailing your half-naked form before a smirk tugged on his lips.

"Don't mind me. Keep doing what you were doing," he walked towards the kitchen island to grab a cup for himself, not bothering to close his shirt at all.

You stared at him, suddenly unable to form words, only watching him and swallowing heavily as you eyed him up and down shamelessly. How many mornings have you woken to the same view as today? Yes, Mingi walking around shirtless was not uncommon, and yes, you've always tried to not focus too much on the planes and ridges of the muscles. You stood there, your fingers drumming along the counter, unable to turn away and ignoring the burning at the back of your neck as he turned around to face you, meeting your gaze head-on as you met his gaze.

For what seems like hours it's just you standing in front of Mingi, letting his gaze slide over the whole length of your body as you both stand motionless. You finally seem to break and turn around to do the task of preparing yourself some coffee. You are close, so close. The water drips into the little mug and then a shadow envelopes you from behind, heat spreading across your backside, something heavy against your ass.

Instantly you stiffen and turn your head to see Mingi has moved in close behind you, so close that you can feel his warmth and breathe on your neck.

He wasn't touching you, he was holding himself still, and in the beginning, you are unable to detect whether he is purposely pressed up against you or if his tall body is only bent at such an angle that it leaves your butt right underneath him.

When his hands grip the counter at either side of you, your attention focuses on his hold, noting his position is to have the two of you locked into place and that's when you realize how serious Mingi is with his intentions. He hasn't said anything and neither have you, the only sounds that have left the pair of you are your short gasps and sharp intakes of air.

When he rests his chin on your shoulder, the intimate pose has the effects of a powerful drug and your knees go weak. One long breath enters through your parted lips before his hips press into yours and there was no mistaking Mingi's arousal against your back, how stiff and prominent he was. His body is locked into position and there's no escaping.

But do you want to?

"Tell me to leave, and I'll leave," his voice rumbles low with a husky edge to his tone. "Now's your chance."

It's a challenge, a clear dare like he knows full well you don't want him to leave, even though he offers the option to. It's just a question.

You decide now.

Your eyes drift down. You know that underneath that expensive-looking underwear and his tight, dark-wash jeans, the cock pressing into you is everything you've ever desired. A muscle twitches under the touch of a hand. Another tense, loud swallow, and you manage to glance to your side.

"Mingi?" you breathed out softly, your words barely above a whisper, so silent that the thrumming of blood in your ears was almost overshadowing your words.

"Hmm?" Mingi answered, turning his head a little, his face now mere millimeters away, and the anticipation you feel makes your stomach flip. Your thoughts are clear. The vision in your mind is real. Your senses are acute, and more sensitive than ever. But for whatever reason, words refuse to come to you. It was one of those moments of wanting to speak, knowing what needed to be said but it was a struggle.

Your lashes flutter and before you know it, your lips capture his.

A low groan vibrated in his chest the instant your mouth came into contact, his eyes sliding shut and arms snaked around your middle, pressing you completely back into him. The hand by your hip clutched you as you turned in his hold and pressed your chest fully into his, fingers sliding into his hair.

The feeling of being up against him like this is sending every single part of you into a heightened state and everything he touches sets your skin on fire. It's a tight embrace and when he lifts you effortlessly onto the kitchen counter you immediately wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him as close to you as possible.

Mingi pulls your head back, sliding his tongue into your mouth. You bite down on his bottom lip and his hands roam every single part of you and every curve your body can offer him. The second he pulls away, a single whine leaves you, already missing him, but at the sight of the look in his eyes, all coherent thoughts go out of your head. You stare up at Mingi who is just looking at you with a glint of smugness in his eye that tells you the guy knows what he's doing to you.

"Want to know something, Y/N-noona?" His deep raspy voice has you staring intently into his eyes as his hands glide down and cup your butt, squeezing the plump globes.

"Uh-huh," is your dazed response, followed by a deep breath. The sudden change in Mingi from a moment ago was impressive and honestly sexy. You swallow, staring into his eyes, the tiniest bit of hesitation, nervousness, and anticipation fluttering around in your belly.

"I've been in love with you since I was fourteen," he mutters, staring at you intently, his hands coming around and grasping the edge of your lace panties. "I stopped thinking of you as an older sister. And then every time I look at you, or think about you, my imagination runs wild and sometimes I can't help myself."

And with that his thumbs dip past the lace, stroking the tender skin there.

"O-oh," you bite your lip and curl your fingers, your mind swirling, intoxicated by the desire in his voice and his eyes. His fingers are still moving and Mingi moves forward, closing the gap between you two, lips pressing into the corner of your mouth as your hands come up, resting on the sculpted pecs that send every thought flying from your head. "Thank god because I've had a huge crush on you for a damn long time, Song Mingi."

Mingi let out an amused chuckle, before giving you a heated look, and the next time he pressed his mouth against yours he was no longer timid and gentle. He is more confident and aggressive, more demanding of what he wants, but you welcome it, giving him exactly what he was asking for, not having the will nor strength in you to push him away.

"Tell me where you want me," he says in between breathy pants against your lips, kissing you once more and his tongue slides into your mouth, reaching for every nook, wanting to be inside you in some way.

His actions, his hands stroking, his kiss, his scent surrounding you...everything has your senses, all of them, overwhelmed and your fingers tighten into his hair, a desperate sound escaping you.

"Fuck Mingi...I need you to eat me out," your words make Mingi give a low groan in the back of his throat.

You barely had a moment to catch a breath before his face disappeared downwards, your thighs resting on his shoulders. Mingi pushed the sheer material of your underwear to one side and slid a finger between your wet lips and let out a moan that sent an electric surge throughout you when he touched your aching clit.

You gasped and squirmed and his name left your lips. You're not quite sure whether your gasps were out of embarrassment or how good he feels but the moment you feel Mingi's tongue stroke against you, all thoughts are replaced by pleasure.

"F-fuck, Mingi" you breathed out shakily.

Mingi's lips curled into a smile, making a 'hmm' sound deep in his throat. Every vibration from that only makes you squirm against his lips and the things he was doing to you, his lips and tongue licking you out like you were his favorite flavor, like he wanted nothing more than to have you all to himself. Your moans were the icing on the cake, rewarding him further as you pushed yourself against him and had no other option but to clutch at his hair and beg.

All sorts of needy words and noises fell from your lips as you closed your legs, trapping him between them, and pulled his face deeper into you as Mingi alternated between licking and suckling you. He continued to kiss and suck on you, pressing his lips flat, open, and covering every bit of exposed skin. Your moans had only gotten louder and needier as you felt your release beginning to build up, getting closer and closer to the edge.

Suddenly Mingi stops and the next thing you know, you're thrown over his shoulders, his strong arms gripping the backs of your thighs firmly and keeping you secure. He threw a cheeky grin your way before carrying you off to his bedroom, using one arm to shut the door behind him before dumping you unceremoniously onto his large, soft bed.

The bed itself was so soft you sunk in a little, his silk, blue-colored bed sheets smoothing the action. This wasn't the first time you were in his bedroom, having gone in and borrowed games or clothes that had been left there.

But this was the first time being in his bed.

"You look really good laying in my bed, noona. You look like you fit right in this spot," he chuckled deeply. "Let's see if we can make this scene look even better."

He pinned you on the bed and captured his lips to yours and your back arched at how amazing the weight of his body was on top of yours. Maybe it was because Mingi was very tall but laying on his bed, with his body pushing you into it felt nice. Not the sensation of being forced down, but the kind of nice where Mingi's scent, his body, everything just melted you.

A moan ripped through your body when his hands palmed you through your thin tank top. They traced every contour they could find.

"Shit," the man hissed. "You've got great tits."

His thumbs swiped back and forth over your nipples and it took less than ten seconds of the combined work of Mingi's mouth and fingers to turn you into a trembling, pleading mess. Mingi licked his lips and then he slid his fingers down to play with the elastic of your lace panties, the back of his fingers brushing lightly over your soft skin and the smirk never left his face.

"Mingi...can I... can I please suck you off?" Your heart was thumping loudly in your chest, heat bloomed all over your entire body and his face was suddenly pulled into a huge, teasing grin as he crawled up towards the head of the bed.

"You wanna taste it, noona?" He asked. "Go ahead then. Show me what you can do with that pretty mouth."

Your eyes couldn't look away from Mingi's as you moved slowly on your knees to follow him as he sat himself against the headboard of his bed. Without hesitation, your fingertips moved to push aside his undone shirt, exposing more of his bare chest. Leaning down to kiss his torso, his abs contracted while he sucked air in. When your lips met the elastic band of his briefs, you looked up and his eyes were completely focused on yours.

"Noona..." he breathed softly, licking his lips at the sight of your doe-like eyes staring up at him. "Look at you. Take what you want, noona. Do what you need. Use my cock as your plaything, doll."

Fuck. He's driving you crazy.

The thought of having him like this has been a fantasy of yours, not that you had admitted it to yourself until just now, but your dreams are now becoming a reality. You slipped his briefs down, just enough to free him, letting out a hum in satisfaction.

"All for you, noona," Mingi kicked his pants and briefs off, smirking as he spread his legs out for you, wanting you to get closer.

God, Mingi was gorgeous. Not just because of his features but because he had the personality of an amazing man who made his way into the hearts and minds of everyone who met him. And with a body like that, well... who could resist him? No one you know.

Wasting no time, you wrapped your fingers around the base of him, your tongue starting the journey from the thickest section and licking a path from root to tip, sucking his crown between your lips. Your mouth enveloped the first few inches and you hummed when you were rewarded with a low grunt that told you everything your touch was doing for him was satisfactory.

"Noona. What the...how are you...so...good...?" he was at a loss for words, Mingi's sentence left in broken segments when his tongue got tangled. His reaction, however, was music to your ears. He tried to sound put-together, calm, and collected, yet his grunts and groans weren't lost on your ears as you worked him.

He was thick and hard in your hand, growing harder and longer with every bobbing motion your mouth did along his length. There wasn't anything better to hear than the man's own low, heavy groans when you tried deep-throating him or your name whimpered as a low, almost chant when your pace increased. His head dropped back onto the pillows. He was able to just relax and watch, one hand curling softly into your hair.

"You like it, Mingi? My hot, wet mouth on you? You like watching your big dick disappear in my mouth, babe?" you asked.

"So, you do have a dirty side to you, huh?" His low chuckles send pleasant shivers up your spine and cause heat to coil within your abdomen once again. "Fuck, noona...you're so fucking sexy right now. How the fuck can anyone expect me to act sane in front of you? You look so good sucking me like that. Look at me while you're sucking, Y/N-noona."

"You know...I've always fantasized about taking your cock deep in my mouth," you whispered seductively. His eyes met your gaze, watching as you bent and gave the head of his cock a delicate swirl with your tongue.

"Really, now? What else has my naughty Y/N-noona fantasized about, huh?" Mingi's eyes closed and let the bliss that was his imagination take over, biting his lip with a sexy smirk and looking delicious with how laidback he was.

"Mm, many things," you sucked him into the hot cavern of your mouth. You watched Mingi's chest as it rose and fell. "You fucking me, your cock splitting me open. Stuffing me with your cum. Marking me as yours."

With Mingi's eyes half-lidded, his groans are louder, deeper, and longer. The strokes and motions from your mouth bring him to the edge.

"Are you a squirter?" he asked, his eyes peering down, meeting your gaze again. He looks mischievous, and his tone dripped with lust and suggestion. His head tips back, his hips thrust forward as a deep, rumbling growl tore from his throat.

"Why don't you find out? If you think your cock can make me scream loud enough to squirt all over it," you challenged, one eyebrow raised up at him.

"Challenge accepted, noona," his lips twitched upwards in a lascivious smirk and that is when he sat himself up. Gripping the back of your head gently, he was very clear in his instructions. "Now open wide. Be a good noona, and make sure you swallow everything."

Obedient, you did as he asked, parting your lips and ready to taste every drop Mingi offered you, taking it like the good girl you wanted to be for him. And when it finally happened, the salty tang burst against your taste buds, Mingi growling your name and encouraging you to take everything.

"Come here, sweet thing," he growled, reaching out and grasping at the backs of your thighs, pulling them apart until you straddled him. He tugged your panties to the side before lowering you onto his erect cock, slowly so you could adjust to him. "Damn, you look so sexy with your panties pushed aside and stuffed full of me."

Settling yourself on his lap and stuffed full to the hilt, you grabbed the edge of your tank top and lifted it over your head, throwing it somewhere in his room. Mingi groaned at the sight of your fully naked upper body on display to him and he quickly busied himself by reaching out to run his fingertips over your nipples, making you arch into him, gasping at the feeling and your breathing erratic.

You grabbed the headboard of the bed. "Wanna bounce on your cock, Mingi."

His hips instantly jerked against you at those words, groaning as you slowly rolled your hips to get a feel for the movement before finding the speed and rhythm he liked, panting heavily when his head went up so he could focus his attention on your breasts bouncing and his name leaving your lips. Mingi held a strong grip on your sides to help steady your body before you felt his long tongue flick one nipple before wrapping his lips around it.

You were pushing his open shirt off his body so that you could finally admire how beautiful Mingi's body is, so fit and muscular and he let out a happy sound at how eagerly you were trying to touch every inch of him that's exposed to you, how willing he is to let you do as you wish.

"Look at you taking every inch so perfectly," his voice rumbles deeply, almost in a groan. His fingers trailed lightly up your chest, gently cupping your cheek. The tender gesture only lasted mere moments as you began to roll your hips harder, bouncing faster, moving around him, going in circles, grinding up against him. "You like how big my cock is, Y/N? Like the feel of the my cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy? Does my cock hit just the right place?"

"M-mingi..." you squeaked. He feels so thick, so full, all of it deliciously stretching and opening your wet core in ways you didn't know you needed until now.

He takes you without the need of force, every touch and movement filled with patience, and his groans are husk and raspy and deep, and you keep wondering how someone can even be so vocal. Everything Mingi did had you panting for more, pushing for more.

"Love you, Y/N-noona," the male growled, digging his nails slightly into your thighs before letting his palms glide upward and rest on your ass, squeezing and spreading you apart to give him a full view of you. His breathing was quick and his muscles tense. The room was filled with the scent of sex, both of your heavy pants mingling in the air around you as sweat began to glisten both of you.

“Love you too,” you moaned.

Your fingers brushed the top of his shoulders, trailing upwards and into the silky, damp strands of his black locks as you bucked your hips in response, giving him even more depth in your tight core. Mingi continued to gyrate upwards, keeping up the relentless pace you set. He let out an airy groan every few minutes. His body arched towards you. His grunts were desperate, more guttural.

"Fuck, noona," he groaned. "I could watch you ride me for a lifetime."

"M-mingi," you whimpered, letting out a noise when he squeezed your ass cheeks before he dragged a long lick up the valley between your breasts and flicked one pert bud.

"Look at us baby...so good together," Mingi crooned, taking one of your hands and bringing it down to the apex of your bodies, so your fingers brushed against the part where you joined. "Touch yourself, sweet girl. I want us to cum together."

Doing what you were told, you began to rub tight, frantic circles around your clit, and after only a few strokes, a tingle zinged through your pelvis.

"Fuck..." you whimpered, squinting your eyes shut, feeling the knot of pleasure unfurl. “Mingi, I’m going to cum soon.”

"Cum for me," Mingi urged. "Wanna see you fall apart around me."

He gripped your ass and guided you until it was only the head that was left inside you and his deep grunts increased as he slammed back up into your dripping core, deep strokes in and out of you, hitting the perfect place at each stroke. The familiar tightening in your belly returned, growing stronger, building towards an immense climax. Your walls constrict around him, the man moaning with you at how good you feel when he hits his release, coating your walls white.

"F-fuck! Oh shit, oh my god," you yelped, unable to resist, coming undone, squirting all over him as you'd teased and promised, screaming his name loud and unabashed, squeezing him tight, your arms clasping around Mingi's neck. He lets out a husky, broken laugh before collapsing back, dragging you down with him.

"I never would have guessed," Mingi mused breathlessly, stroking the underside of his spent cock while you came back to earth, "That you were a squirter, Y/N-noona. Of all the other surprises about you tonight."

A laugh, somewhere between exhausted and relieved bubbled out of you. "You...are so fucking amazing, Song Mingi."

There is a smile in his voice as he replies. "It's nice hearing that, especially after the kind of mind-blowing sex I just experienced."

Another moment or two and you begin to shift. You wanted, no you had to, clean the mess you made all over Mingi's amazing abs. Moving as if trying to untangle yourself from the tall male. “God, I need to shower.”

"Nope. If you're going, then I'm going," he gave you a quick kiss before looking down at his mattress. "I need to change my sheets anyway. Can't sleep in this bed."

"Pity that," you let out a little laugh before turning into his warm, naked embrace. A blush forming across your cheeks when his hardened length brushes against you. "I was hoping for more."

He pushed your hair aside, your bare back becoming exposed to his dark gaze. Leaning down, he began nipping at your ear. "Maybe..." he began slowly, "We could, y'know, try it in the shower? Maybe in the kitchen, up against the wall... Your bed...?"

"Sounds...wonderful," you moaned softly. "Where do you want to start, big guy?"

His strong arms encircle your waist, his eyes heated with desire. "Wherever you want."

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tntky · 1 year ago

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I lost my FP

As stupid as it may sounds, I want you back. I want us back. I want to be able to pull up to your house on random Friday night and get ready to spend the whole weekend under your sheets binge watching documentaries about how random things are made and smoking way too much weed for 2 ppl. I want to get up late in the morning, put on one of your shirt and head straight to the market to buy oily snacks for breakfast. I want to go on late night drive to nowhere and listen to rap musique whose lyrics I most of the time don’t get. I want to wake up next to you snoring out loud with your mouth wide open and the aircon from last night still switched on.

But I realized that this is over. We will never get to be again us like this. This era is long time dead. You’ve got a girlfriend now. And I don’t care about all the things that you’ve said to me, go be happy with her.

I cannot possibly spend the rest of my life chasing my FP. Ya’ll know he isn’t right for me, and I do know that too. He’s toxic. I was too at some point. And we we’re never meant to grow or last longer than this. So, I have to get things clear about the fact that there will be no coming back.

I have to stop forgiving and forgetting everything when it comes to that man. I need to have more of self-respect. Sure, this whole weekend thing sounded fun but what more? Exactly. That’s it.

Don’t forget the trauma. Don’t forget the times he didn’t commit. Don’t forget the broken promises, the dm in which he wasn’t supposed to be. The things he asked you to do. The times he would get angry over the dumbest shit. Why would you even love someone like him? You’re being delusional. Please.

It’s okay to feel like it’s going to be weird without him for now on, but it’s going to be just fine. Just like there was a before him, there will be an after. His life will go on without you and so do yours. You’re not going to regret this. You have to find out what’s up out there and the answer is simple, not him.

I know you don’t believe a word I say right now but you’re a strong girl. You’ve been through worst, and you’ll get through this as well. You don’t need a FP to know your worth. He doesn’t deserve any more tears. Let him go. This life is yours. Those dreams are yours to accomplish. Don’t rewrite your whole story based on him. Keep heading in your direction even if it means going opposite ways and never crossing path again. That’s life. There’s a time for everything and you’ve had the chance to experience this intense kind of love so get up and close the damn book now.

You don’t have to hate him. It’s okay to still feel like part of you still stick onto him or loves him. Feelings that dense won’t disappear over days. Take time to process them. Do you really wanted it to be any different? I don’t think so. It is exactly how it should be.

You deserve a guy who’ll take you on dates, open doors for you, come pick you up in front of your doorstep, gift you flowers or small things you mentioned liking, plan his weekend to come stay over, watch your type of shows on Netflix, pay for diner without asking you split the bill ! accompany you on social events that makes you nervous, read books with you, come pick you up after work to walk you back home, do random back massages even when you don’t ask for them, compliment you on your bad days, buy treats to your cat and kiss you passionately every time he gets the chance to do it, in public or not. Dance with you when there’s no music, bring you to his roof to look at the stars, won’t force you to get drunk or smoke every time you’ll finish fucking. Spend time just talking to you about the universe, on the phone or in person. Try to comb your hair or do skincare routine with you, try new baking recipe, and make a mess then clean it. Help you do your laundry or mount some furniture you just bought to freshen up the deco of your house.

You’ll get there eventually. Just hold on, as Adele would say.

#bpd vent #bpd fp #favourite person

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vortexbatt · 1 year ago

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Longer post today, wanted to introduce ya’ll to my OCs!!!

PLEASE DO NOT COMPARE MY OCS TO ANYTHING! Its very rude, and you shouldn’t do this to any artist!

Anton is an ant who runs a newspaper in Bug Village called “The Weekly Anthill” where he goes around the village taking informational interviews from all of the denizens of the villagers! He learns about what kind of bugs they are, what they do, etc!

This is Buster, the biggest beetle in town! As a Hercules beetle, he prides himself on being strong, and being Antons best buddy! He loves exploring, helping out his friends and learning about his fellow bugs!

Millie is the coolest red moth around! She loves riding around on her motorcycle and trying new things, promoting individuality and showing that you shouldn’t judge this kind bug by the spikes on her jacket!

Mitchell, Millie’s brother, is a grumpy caterpillar! He’s yet to sprout his wings and feels pretty angry about it. Usually very hesitant to try new things, he promotes the idea of thinking before making any rash decisions, but also promotes learning to let your tension go to have fun, and that not everyone is too keen on going out, but instead staying in and reading.

I’ll be having more posts about them coming along soon, of course there are plenty more buddies to learn about, so bear with me!! Here are some more fun pictures of the buddies! (Mostly just Anton and Buster lol)

#art #original character #oc #digital art #original art #bugs #bug character #original story

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jshookthighs · 2 years ago

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omg yes to corey's nsfw alphabet!!!😭

I am in too deep, I am now obsessed with this man and everything he does - he is just so baby girl that I can't help it. I think I've watched the movie like 4 times by now

***Minor DNI please I beg you!!!***

Corey Cunningham NSFW Alphabet 🔞

GIF by wtchystuff

God, the way he looks at her??? Make me blush

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

So sweet! He tends to just collapse on top and hold you close. For like a good 10 minutes, he refuses to pull out. Honestly, he’s gonna try to convince you just to let him stay the night inside you. If you do convince him to get up, he is doing everything for you. Do not move a muscle sweetheart, he’s got it covered. Warm washcloth to clean you up, grabbing you a water bottle, carrying you to the shower where he will just hold you tight, then he’s whipping you up a snack in the kitchen. Anything for his baby <3 but yeah he’s gonna be glued to your hip right after. Ya’ll just did something very intimate and he needs to show you that he loves you so much.

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

On him: Well, baby boy here is a little self-conscious because of his mother and him being constantly harassed by the people of Haddonfield - but after he meets Michael in the sewer, he feels powerful and strong now so he’ll probably be much more fond of his hands. His hands can protect you now! With his hands, he can eliminate any problem that comes between you and him. His hands are also the things that can make you feel good. He prides himself on his ability to make you melt and scream his name with how well he can handle you

On you: Literally everything. You are perfect in his eyes. But if you sat him down and forced him to choose one, he can’t, he at least can pick two.

Your mouth - it’s cheesy but he just dies when you smile, especially at him. He will do anything to see you smile. He loves your laugh and how it fills the air, it’s like music that he wants on repeat. You give him kisses. Your lips are so soft and he always has this need to lean down and connect yours to his. It’s like heaven! With your mouth you tell him all the things he dreams about: “I love you, Corey” “You make me happy, Corey” “You’re such a good boy, Corey” “You feel so good, Corey”

Thighs? Thighs. It doesn’t matter if they are big or small, bare or tattooed, or if there’s one or two - this man is in love with them. Always wants his hand on them! He wants them wrapped around his thighs, his waist, his head - they are just the perfect place to grab and use to manhandle tf outta you

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

Thiccc stuff is coming outta him, so watch out, clean up is very important after this man. He eats clean and showers regularly so he does not taste bad at all, so no need to worry about that acid battery cum. He prefers to cum inside but if he can’t//you’re not feeling it tonight, his runner-ups are on the thighs, tummy, and just maybe the chest. When it comes to you going down though, he tries to be gentlemanly and cum in his hand but always finishes with the thought of his mess dripping from the softness of your lips. Will pass out if you swallow and will probably fall a little more in love with you <3

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

So absolutely terrified to tell you but he’s had fantasies of taking his knife and carving his name in the plush of your thigh. While the hickeys and bruises are a good way to deter nuisances from trying to get between you and him, the idea of having his name scaring into your beautiful skin for all eternity sends a violent shiver up his spine. It’s a thought that instantly makes him feel guilty for even having but his mind can’t help but drift to it when you wear those cute little sleep shorts around the house. Your legs look like the perfect canvas for the crimson swirls of the letters that spell out his ownership of you. Of course, he would let you carve your name in him - hell he’d have you scrawl your name loud and proud on the expanse of his chest

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

Before the incident with the kid, sure he went on a date or two but he never made it past first base. After that kid, he didn’t have any game, no one would even look at him - until you! You are his first, and god damn it, you are gonna be his last and he will make sure of that. He’s definitely watched porn but he knows that’s not really how it goes, you have to guide him the first time even if you’re a virgin too, he would be way too scared to mess up to even try anything without your explicit permission. His baseline knowledge is this: make you feel good and wear a condom

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl/cowboy, missionary, the butterfly, spooning, the lotus, and sometimes doggy - honestly this man just needs to hold you in some way and see your face when you fall apart

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

Will try to be serious because he thinks that’s what he needs to be but can’t help himself but nervously chuckle whenever your teeth clash or one of you makes a weird noise. Laugh with him, it’ll make him feel better! Once he’s in his comfort zone, he can have some humor with it. Will wiggle his eyebrows and even give you a raspberry when you least expect it - once he feels safe with you, he has no problem letting go and just enjoying spicy time with you. If hes had a bad day - now that’s a different story, there are no jokes, no chuckles, no nothing - he’s on the attack and he’s intense tbh

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

Has a snail trail that goes from the bottom of his belly button to the super cute patch of curly brown hair. He doesn’t shave but will landscape cause he wants to look nice for you. Whatever you say, he will do. If you really want him bare, he’ll do it. He does not expect you to shave, nor does he want to force you to do anything. He probably prefers if you just trim like he does, just so it’s not all crazy, but again, he really doesn’t mind what you do

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

King of intimacy - no one will ever treat you better, babe. Will wine and dine you, get you flowers - the whole works. But for basic stuff, he makes sure to hold your hand, press his forehead to yours, say the sweetest, most toe-curling things, and will absolutely just pamper you with love and pleasure. He adores you and has no problem showing you in the bedroom.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Tbh? I can’t imagine him masturbating often, even before you. I feel like he would do it like 1-2 times a week. Before ya’ll were even together, he did jerk off to a photo he found of you on social media and felt HORRIBLE after, he refused to even look at you for like two weeks to the point that you thought he didn’t like you anymore. He felt like such a creep for thinking about you like that, he felt dirty. Little does he know you did the same thing lol. After ya’ll get together, he really doesn’t see a reason to want to, he has you now! But sometimes you aren’t around when he gets himself all worked up and excited so he decides to let off some steam. He can’t jerk off without something of yours though, so that’s a new problem. His go-to’s are: the pillow you usually use, your shirt, and your underwear. He's gross but he's cute so it balances out

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise (both ways)

Oral (giving)

Hair-pulling (receiving)

Biting//marking (both ways)

Blood//knife (both ways) → it takes him a long time to admit this one

Period sex (For my afab!babes) → same thing as blood kink - doesn’t think about it ill it happens

Light bondage (Both ways) → soft ropes, handcuffs, etc.

Dry humping // thigh riding (both ways)

Light spanking (both ways) → very cautious with this one, used for special occasions

Breeding → doesn't actually want to get you pregnant (if you can get pregnant)

Somnophilia (both ways) → Another dirty secret one, doesn’t act on it but wants to try one day

Body worship (both ways)

Cockwarming → if he could, he’d never leave

Predator/Prey play → What’s more thrilling than chasing you? It’s like he’s hunting a victim but he gets to make you feel good rather than kill you. Usually this kink comes out to play when he’s been pent up or frustrated

L = Location (favorite places to do they do)

The bedroom is definitely his number one spot - it’s comfy, it’s safe, and it’s practical. He can also be happy with the couch, the wall, or the kitchen table - it’s mostly about just being in the safety of the house, he doesn’t want to risk anyone seeing you. Maybe, just maybe if you live where your neighbors aren’t that close by and you have a space of land that can hide you both like a forest will he think about outdoor sex

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

Domestic bliss - if you cook him dinner, if you take a shower with him, if you do laundry together, he gets a boner in his heart which leads to a boner in his pants lol. He loves just being a “normal” couple with you, he’s such a sap honestly. Lingerie will get him going too, if you put in the effort to put on sexy clothes, he melts. But tbh, you can be wearing the bummiest clothes possible (stains and rips galore) and we will still be backing you up into the wall for a make-out session. Killing also gets his motor revving - the adrenaline from chasing down a victim and ending them really just gets him going

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

Besides blood, no bodily fluids

No ddlg//ddlb//daddy stuff

No degradation//No humiliation - that goes for either party, he refuses to call you anything negative and his heart would break if you called him mean names.

No boundary-pushing without communication - he’s not afraid to experiment but not when you don’t talk about it first

NO SHARING - nope, no way is he going to let anyone else touch you

No slapping - can do spanking but cannot fathom hitting you in the face and hopes you don’t want to hit him either

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

Giving. Period. He loves to go down on you - morning, night, or day, he does not care, he can and will get on his knees in a heartbeat. He started off very sloppy but was overall enthusiastic when he was first learning. But now? Godly at his skills. He learned exactly what makes you squirm and twitch. His record for making you come is a minute and thirty-eight seconds. He can do it standing up, sitting down, laying on the bed, you sitting on his face, mans can probably even do it upside down - he’s just that excited about it. While he loves when you go down on him, he doesn’t ask for it too often. But, he will always accept it with gratefulness. Please suck this man off more, he deserves it for his service

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

Loves to make love - a slow, sensual pace because he wants to treat you right. Sweet and gentle a lot of the time and he’s especially soft and slow when it comes to events like Valentine’s Day, Anniversaries, Birthdays, and really just any day he’s overwhelmed with just how much love he has for you. He wants to show you that he cares, that he wants to keep you protected, and overall wants to show you how wonderful you are to him by giving you pleasure all sweet like. But as the lovely switch he is, that button gets flipped often. While he still wants to show you he loves you through action, he won’t treat you like glass. He’s not afraid to manhandle you this way and that. Sometimes, he gets so excited that he just jackhammers in, grinding hips to hips, and just gripping you tight to rock you back onto him. The pace is quick and I'd say mildly rough - like not a brutal pace but enough that just makes you feel the force he’s putting in. When he’s in the second mood, usually that’s when he’s hauling you up on the countertop, against the wall, or folding you over the arm of the couch. However, in the end, he is so willing to accommodate you - whatever you say, he’ll do. Slower, faster, harder, softer - you say the word and he is eager to fulfill your every wish

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

Not a fan - he adores taking time to show you love and affection. He values that special time with you when he feels free to be vulnerable. Because physical touch is one of his biggest love languages, you already have sex quite often. But again, he’s a giver so if you ask, your wish is his command and he will deliver. And deliver he can, he can get you where you need to be in a scarily quick time so if you really, really, really need to blow some steam fast, he is most certainly the man to ask. It’s not gonna be a common occurrence though, you get one per month. Warning though, if he can’t take his time taking you apart piece by piece and putting you back together, he’s just gonna be a twitchy, leg-bouncing, agitated mess the rest of the day. He feels unfulfilled and like he left a job half done. While a quickie is supposed to be quick, he still needs that aftercare period to be reassured that you love him and that you’re assured that he loves you - being left right after finishing would probably destroy him

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

He's not afraid of experimenting, he wants to explore anything that makes you and him feel good! As long as there is communication and boundary setting, he is really to dive into the world of new experiences. The riskiest thing he's probably ever done nicked your thigh with a knife, it was so light, you barely even felt it

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

When you start sleeping together, he comes way too fast - like the second you touch him, he’s shaking and creaming the inside of his pants. It’s cute but he’s embarrassed. But as time goes on this man’s stamina becomes ungodly to the point you are begging him to finish because you are so overstimulated.

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

Not at first - honestly, he was insecure the first time you brought up the idea of using toys. He immediately felt like you were saying he wasn’t enough and that he couldn’t make you feel good enough. Not to worry, one healthy conversation and a lot of questions later, he has learned a very important lesson: toys are friends, not enemies. You experimented and overall he’s found out he does like to use a cock ring or vibrator on himself occasionally (on special occasions or when he really just has the itch to use them) but overall, you are the star of the toy show. He enjoys using vibrators on you - if it makes you feel that good, it’s definitely a tool he stocks up on - different sizes, speeds, settings, the works. However, he prefers to keep toy time on the back burner - not for every session. He still has a bit of an ego where he wants to bring you to that little death with his hands, mouth, and dick - it just makes him feel better

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He will definitely tease you, but not really like normal. Like he will give you little touches here and there throughout the day and will playfully pull away when you go in for a kiss. He’s like a schoolboy - giggling and running away when he does something mischievous like pinch your butt while you’re doing the dishes. In the bedroom, I can see him still teasing you lightly, especially by being a brat while dirty talking → “What do you want? You have to tell me.” “What was that baby? Speak up!” “You’re so cute when you’re all worked up!” He is capable of edging you, but not for long because it’s basically torture for himself, and he can't stand not cumming. On the flip side, it’s so easy to tease him, a sultry glance from across the room and he’s a bright red, sweating mess. If you truly want to make him a wriggling, pathetic mess - tie his arms to the bed and tell him he’s only allowed to look while you play with yourself. He will break down into tears because he wants to touch you, he has to touch you, he’ll die if he can’t. A crybaby through and through. He’s so pretty when he cries, but have mercy please

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

Loud loud loud - he is a crybaby. He whines and whimpers and moans so sweetly, like music to the ears. Always tries to hold back the noise but the more ya’ll go, the louder he gets. He can get louder than you most of the time. When he’s feeling a little aggressive, those grunts and growls still have their volume. His pants make him sound like he’s just run a 10k in 10 minutes. No matter what mood he’s in, his voice will crackle and break while he’s telling you the most deprived, disgustingly delightful things and thrusting his hips to emphasize every. little. word.

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

Sometimes during it, he looks down (or up!) at you and just becomes entranced with how ethereal you are. The way your face is clenched in the throws of passion, how your hands reach desperately to grasp any inch of his body, and the euphoric sounds that leave your kiss-bruised lips - every little thing just captures his attention to the point that he just stops. He physically stops moving in order to just marvel at your beauty and he just becomes overwhelmed with gratefulness and love that he can't help but hold your head in his hands and just stare. “You are so beautiful, do you know that? Can you even fathom how lovely you are to me?”

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

I already wrote this but I am happy to say it again → he’s 6 inches hard, thicker at the bottom, and has a small curve upward. Not very veiny but the tip is the prettiest shade of dark blush

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

A very healthy amount of yearning, probably a little higher than average but it doesn’t show. He can get hot and bothered easily, but he can understand that everything has a time and place. Because of his dislike for quickies, he expects sex to happen in the afternoon or nighttime. Of course, he can't pass up some tender, early morning loving on a Saturday when you have all the time in the world to just enjoy each other’s company. That doesn’t mean he expects sex from you, no not at all, he just understands ya’lls schedules tend to make it so you’re both together towards the end of the day. Boo work and school I wanna lay in bed with Corey all day

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He refuses to shut his eyes for a minute until he knows that you are comfortable, safe, and feel loved. Aftercare is so important that no matter how hard he goes, it’s like a second wind. Of course, that is if you can get him to pull out of you first lol, he does love cockwarming. After his typical routine of cleaning you both up, getting water, etc. He’s wrapping you up all snugly in his arms until you fall asleep together. If it’s a situation where you can’t sleep afterward, he’s relaxed but not sleepy so don’t worry about him passing out at a party or dinner

#corey cunningham #corey cunningham x reader #slasher x reader #gender netural #halloween ends #halloween movie #smut alphabet #corey cunningham headcanons

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