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sukuna literally can NOT fuck you slow and soft.
its not that he hates it. nor that he doesnt want to. its a lot more complicated than that.
sukuna always- always fucks you rough and fast.
thats how it has always been. but as a change of phrase, he once decided to try fucking you slow and soft. but to be honest its not like he choose to do so himself, he literally does not see the point in fucking you soft and slow when he can just blow your brains out. but he got curious. and when he happened to ask you one night, ''choose. want me to fuck you slow and soft or rough and fast? you have 5 seconds to make your choice.'' you had answered eagerly to be fucked slow and soft.
and he was willing to comply.
this night he had slipped his cock inside your tight little hole slowly. ever so slowly.
but he was already regretting agreeing to this. the moment your warm, wet, pussy wrapped around his thick cock he was already starting to lose reason. and he was barely half way in. but oh god how much he wanted to just slam his whole length inside of you in one go right than and there. but alas, he wouldn't. he did say he would give you a choice. and he wasnt about to go back on his word right now.
and in contrast to all the things going through his mind, he was holding up well enough. and after some agonizingly slow moments, he was finally all the way inside you. he couldnt help but curse under his breath, he was trying so, so hard to not just start pounding your pussy like a pathetic little fleshlight. oh, why did he subject himself to this torture?
he pulls his hips back slowly, and drives back in devastatingly slower than his used to. you let out a soft whimper in response. and thats when he makes his biggest mistake.
he looks up.
his ruby eyes locking with yours.
and immediately his eyes widen.
your brows are all furrowed and your lips pulled into a pout. in his eyes, he thinks you look like a sad puppy. an adorable puppy whimpering for more. he fucking groans. this isnt fair. why must you be so beautiful? why must you look at him that way? its as if you are begging him to fuck you stupid.
his cock twitches inside your pussy.
his hands grip your hips tightly.
and he pulls his own hips back, the movement is slow. but his following action is not, because next thing you know he is slamming you down on his cock. pounding your pussy like a madman as you moan and slip out protests from your mouth. but his not listening. he cant. and its your fault.
''...don't tell me to stop. t-take. it. this is your fault. so...hah..take. it. all.''
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can u make headcannons on sub!yanâs tendencies in the relationship?
also can i be đ or đ anon?
dating sub!yandere boys hcs âĄ
sub!yandere boys when they date you.
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dom!fem!reader, unhealthy relationship, mention of killing/murder, both sfw and nsfw!, mention of feminization, bondage
note: yes you can be đ anon!
â your yandere would be possessive of you, even more compared to when you two were just friends
â well, you thought you two were just friends. he already assumed you two were together sometime earlier during his friendship with you
â he would do anything for you in order to make sure you're happy and safe
â a friend of yours is getting too touchy with you? well the next day that friend is ignoring you and when you confront them, they look at you scared and quickly scurry away from you. did your yandere do something to them? surely not
â a weird guy keeps following you around your neighborhood? well a couple of days later you see on the news that his body has been found near a river and weirdly enough, you havent seen your yandere on the days before the guy's death
â you complain to your yandere about how a teacher gave you a bad grade on something you worked so hard on? suddenly your grade changes to a A and that same exact teacher suddenly resigns from the school
â he'll try his best to know where you are most of the time and try to follow you back home to make sure you're safe (though its really obvious, you don't acknowledge him so he thinks he's actually doing something)
â but no matter how scary and possessive they are of you, they just want to be good for you, really
â its almost as if they're a puppy for you, always there for your beck and call
â give them a simple command and they'll do it immediately, no questions asked
â ask them to buy you a snack from the nearest store? he'll return back with a bagful of others that he thought you would like
â they're super clingy and always want to be near you
â somehow they manage to have the same exact classes that you have and at the same time. maybe you guys are just lucky? little do you know that your yandere hacked into the principal's computer to change his schedule to fit with yours
â if you're sick, they would immediately fetch you some medicine and make so many bowls of your favorite soup that you're not sure you could finish them all
â they would be so sad when you're sick cause that means they can't be as close as they usually are with you :(
â in bed, nothing changes at all. rather, he becomes even more infatuated with you
â they're still so good and obedient for you, always following your commands. its cute
â like what i said with him doing it with no hesitation, your yandere is eager to do what you say
â tell him to get on his knees? say less as he's already doing so, staring up at you with such innocent eyes
â tell him to open his mouth for you to stick your fingers inside? he opens wide and sticks out his tongue in such a sinful manner, hazy eyes absolutely begging you to make him choke on your fingers as drool drips down his chin
â order him to suck your strap and get it all wet? he's quick to get in between your legs and get his hands on the fake dick, his mouth going straight to bobbing it up and down and gagging as it hits the back of his throat. he'll try to subtly grind his hard on against your foot without you noticing but you do anyways but he's being a good boy so you allow it
â and oh my god is he so shameless in public
â no hesitation in telling you what he wants you to do to him when there are people around
â you'll be at brunch with some of your friends and suddenly you'll feel a hot breath on your ear, such sinful words coming soon after
"im wearing lingerie under my clothes, your favorite set too. wouldn't you like to just ruin me right here and now? make me cry and look so pretty while you show everyone im yours?"
â safe to say that you immediately dragged him to the family bathroom and fingered him until he was gripping onto you for dear life, begging and crying out for you to stop and take pity on him (he's lying about wanting you to stop)
â when you're out with errands or just at work, he'll take such sinful pictures of himself to send to you randomly
â the pictures would include his legs spread out, a obvious bulge in his underwear, and something adorning his body whether its lingerie, a maid outfit, or rope that's tied so tightly on him
â if he's feeling like teasing you even more, he'll send whimpering audios that beg you to come home and fuck him and if you listen close enough, you'll hear some wet noises that let you know that he's masturbating
"f-fuck, [name] come back s-soon, please? i-i miss you so much! i- ah! i-im wearing your favorite outfit right now! i'll be a g-good ngh boy waiting for you âĄ"
â itll end up with you rushing home after you're finished to fuck him dumb in that outfit, making it stained with his tears and cum
â he knows you can't really get him pregnant but your yandere just loves those straps with cum in them that you can just shoot inside him whenever you're fucking him fast and rough
â that'll make his eyes roll back and head throw backwards as he lets out such a loud mewl at the feeling of your fake cum filling him up
â and afterwards he'll tease you by using his fingers to push the cum thats gushing out of his hole back in before licking his fingers
â although your yandere is a good boy for you most of the time, theres times where he's a brat
â he'll talk back to you whenever you command him to do something or cum without permission
â but just some long edging or overstimulation will break him and turn him into a sobbing mess
â tying his hands to the headboard and keeping his legs spread apart whilst a vibrator is inside him on the highest setting is his favorite punishment
â your yandere thinks you don't know that since you do it all the time but you actually do know it, you just love the way his face is stained with his drool and tears while his chest and the sheets underneath him is covered in his cum afterwards
â such a slut but we love him for it
ty for reading to the end! †- chaepink
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hair down | sylus
warnings:Â female anatomy described, bodily fluids, p-in-v, rough sex, mirror things, praise, explicit language, dirty talk, mentions of alcohol now playing:Â hair down [ ft. kendrick lamar ] - sir notes:Â there is no excuse for this. thank you for reading anyway, lovely.
You had asked for it hard on a whim.
Hot, furtive, and roughâhis forte.
Maybe the sea breeze and the margaritas were getting to your head.
His lips curving into sin, he set down his book and peeled off his glasses. Fixed you with a simmering gaze before prowling towards you like something beastly, backing you deeper into your bungalow.
Who was he to deny his precious little love?
Besides, he likes you this wayâleaking, pliant, obedient. With soft whimpers kissing the sea-salted air as he drills into the swollen heat of your pussy from behind.
Youâre so pretty. So, so cute and so good for him. You deserve everything. Heâll reward you handsomelyâgive you a nice bath with those bath bombs you like, rose petals, and scented candles. All the works for his pretty baby after heâs done painting your insides milky white.
His grip borders bruising. Fingers dig pretty grooves into the meat of your hips. He catches sight of your reflection beneath curtained lashes and water-slicked hair. Canât help how his stomach coils at the sight, his lips parting with wet panting.
You look so cute like this, your hand braced against the full-length mirror mounted on the wall. The other struggles to keep you upright over the dresserâitâs so wobbly.
Youâre on your tippy toes, fighting to take him. And take him you do, like a good little princess. Doing that sad puppy face with your lip tucked between your teeth and your brows drawn together in the inner corners.
Fucking hell.
Your gazes interlock for the briefest of seconds, and you need not utter a single word when you reach back to encircle his wrist.
He takes the initiative to fuck into you harder. And his hips snap so sharply, the clopping of skin intermingles with the symphony of ocean waves and seagulls playing outside your bungalow.
âOh fu-oh fuck!â
You donât curse often, but he decides he quite likes the sound of it. Enjoys the way your voice alternates between muted squeaks and sticky pants of his name. And your pussy makes the lewdest sounds while he fucks you.
He smirks at your intertwined reflections. Huffs a sound whilst shoving two slender fingers into your mouth, and your tongue instinctively seeks the taste of them. He tugs the inside of your cheek to the side, not once sacrificing his pace. And you look even prettier this way.
The sight of you drooling and crossing your eyes makes his dick twitch inside you. He batters against your cervix, and your legs shake, struggling to keep you afloat.
âNasty. Naughty. Filthy,â Sylus huffs between each pump, making your pussy quake around him.
He knows what his voice does to you. How the tenor of it makes you weak-kneed and brainless. How his praise makes you feral. He lathers it on thick, much like the viscous ring of cream youâve adorned his cock with.
âCanât even speak, can you? Too busy taking me. So good. So deep.â
Your eyes roll back in bliss, and your mouth curves into an enraptured smile around his fingers. You attempt to speak, but your words come out all garbled and wet. Wet like your pussy, sucking him in so eagerly.
He makes a note to whisk you away to remote parts of the world more often, if only to feel you pulsing around him like this again.
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ⶠâ LOVE AND MERCY !
summary: you're more stubborn than the apocalypse. eric is the personification of a sad, wet dog. your world's collide when the world as you know it ends. (6.3k)
pairing: eric (a quiet place day one) / f!reader
contents: strangers to friends to lovers, a couple of losers in love, apocalyptic setting, angst, hurt/comfort cw for mentions of grief and anxiety, brief mentions of injuries, and smut 18+
You wake up that morning in a bed that is not yours, in a room that does not belong to you, in an abandoned cabin you turned into a safe house three weeks ago.
Everything around you is foreign. Including the world outside these rotted walls, which turned entirely on its head in a blink. A blink that somehow turned into three months gone.
The only thing familiar to you now is the stranger lying in the bed beside you â on the right side that he has wordlessly claimed as his own. Before Eric was a guy you shared beds with, he was a guy you found in the rain. A boy with big, wet, puppy dog eyes who followed you like a stray after the world fell.
That was all he was to you for a month straight. A burden. Deadweight. An ever-anxious being that had nearly gotten you killed more times than you could count. You never saw him any differently until you almost died â a certain death involving you, an old beartrap, several aliens with uber-sensitive hearing, and a stupid boy who was too dumb to leave you behind.Â
âI canât leave you,â Eric blubbered through tears, whimpering in faint whispers so the blind monsters wouldnïżœïżœïżœt hear. âI wonât.â
âThen you wonât make it at all, you idiot,â you spat through gritted teeth, eyes wide and stern and glittering. You wouldnât let yourself cry, not even with your leg all but torn to shreds, but Ericâs sudden stubbornness scared you. Why now? Of all times? you thought to yourself, Why does he have to be so stubborn now?
âI wouldnât want to,â Eric promised, bloodied hands trembling where they gripped your arms. âI wouldnât want to make it without you.â
That was a month or so ago, but you carry the horrors of that day still.Â
In the vivid nightmares that rattle your bones. In the marred skin of your ankle, hidden beneath bandages, slowly healing with each passing day. And in the strange boy with puppy dog eyes who still hasnât left your side.
Let me check your leg, Eric scribbles on a notepad.Â
His handwriting is slanted and small and hardly legible â fitting for a man whose mind is always racing faster than he can keep up.Â
The marker is fading slowly, too, dying from excessive use because the majority of your conversations are spoken through written words on a page. Youâve gone through a notebook or three already.
You snatch the notepad from his grip to write a response of your own. Eric peels the tattered blanket from your body to survey the gauze around your ankle. He peeks beneath the bandage, and his chest pinches at the sight â not because of his sensitive stomach, but because of the harsh reminder of the day he almost lost you.
The paper swishes faintly when you turn the notebook back to him. Okay, Dr. Eric :P, youâve written in sloppy cursive. The boy grins at the mischievous look in your eyes.
âThatâs Doctor Eric Esquire to you,â he corrects in a whisper that makes his accent sound more posh than usual. He smooths the gauze back into place with a gentle hand and says, âYouâre healing fine, I think. Iâll have to go out and scavenge for more bandages soon, but these should last for anotherâŠâ
The sounds of your rapid scribbling fill the quiet cabin. Eric trails off in wait, wide eyes darting from the marker in your hand to the pinched look of concentration on your face.Â
He sees a strange sort of giddiness sparking in your otherwise serious features that makes him fearful. Intrigued, yes, but still distantly fearful. All your ideas tend to get him into trouble.
The notebook turns to him again. His stomach does a backflip.
Wanna go on an adventure?
âThis is⊠Not what I was expecting,â Eric muses beneath the sounds of a rushing waterfall.Â
His words echo slightly in the expanse of the dank cave. Itâs the first time youâve heard his voice in full volume, deep and accented and smooth. His pretty whispering annoyed you to no end back when he was just a stranger with exactly zero survival instincts. Now, you never want him to stop talking.
âWell, thatâs why itâs an adventure,â you lilt, wiping water from your brow with the neck of your t-shirt.Â
Your clothes stick to you in places where the waterfall had splashed you on your way underneath it. The still air of the cave, strangely cool compared to the humid air outside of it, makes you fight back a shiver.
Eric eyes you from a distance, features swirled in a quiet concern. Itâs impossible to relish in this little ounce of peace when you have the kind of mind he does â the kind of mind thatâs always anxious and always filled with thoughts of you.Â
He cares so much for you, far more than he planned to, that itâs made him chronically fearful. Heâs grown to realize, since he met you, that the two words are rather synonymous. You canât have love without fear â and what is there to be fearful for, if not for the ones you love?
âYour bandages really shouldnât be getting wet, you know?â
You scoff and limp further into the damp hollow. The quiet sound of your steps reverberates within the stone walls, along with the subtle scuffing of your bad foot. âYou said I was healing okay, remember?â you huff and drop the basket in your elbow onto the cobblestone.
âI said you were healing fine,â Eric chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest. âThereâs a difference.â
âNot really,â you shrug with a scrunched nose, flashing him a fleeting glance over your shoulder. You turn away again and wince at the distant ache in your ankle when you crouch.Â
Sometimes the scars hurt like theyâre still fresh, still weeping scarlet and throbbing like a new wound. Ericâs not a doctor, but he tells you that itâll probably be that way forever. âPhantom pains, I think they call it,â he says in a posh accent that makes him sound more official than he really is. Youâre inclined to believe him, anyway.
The boy watches as you sort through the wicker basket you stole â or borrowed, as you claim, ââcause itâs not like the ownerâs coming back for it anytime soon.â Itâs full of stuff you wouldnât let him see, like it was some kind of big secret.Â
He grimaces when you squat, putting unnecessary weight on a barely healing leg. He knows it hurts, even when you pretend it doesnât â especially when you pretend it doesnât. His chest pinches like the ache is his own. Like sympathy pains or something. He worries so much for you that youâve given him fucking sympathy pains.
âWe shouldnât have left,â Eric agonizes, wiping a pair of anxious hands down his face. He swipes his fingers through his hair and finds the chestnut curls now partially damp. âI shouldnât have let you leave. I mean, what if we have to run, huh? What if we have toââ
âWe wonât,â you groan as you stand to full height again. You hold an old quilt in one arm and gesture wildly with the other. âThatâs what the waterfall is for. They canât hear us under here. Nothingâs coming.â
He knows youâre right, but it doesnât worry him any less.
âHowâd you even know this was out here?â
You falter for a moment. A mere blink of a second. But Eric catches it immediately because there isnât anything about you he doesnât instantly notice. Heâs rarely ever seen you, his silver-tongued girl, so ambivalent. And something about it frightens him.
âI was⊠on a walk one day⊠while you were out scavengingââ you answer slowly, shrugging like it isnât a big deal at all, though you immediately follow it with, ââDonât get angry.â
Ericâs pink mouth falls softly agape, opening and closing like a fishâs might, while he tries to find the words to say. To shout. To scream.Â
âY-You... Youâ You left without me?â he stammers, voice booming.Â
The words ring across the expanse of the shallow cave, bouncing off the damp stone walls. Itâs the loudest heâs heard himself talk since the world ended, and the notion startles him. Like a dog just learning how to bark.
Ericâs breath hitches in his throat as his dark eyes widen in fear. He waits instinctively for the screeching of far-off monsters and their booming footsteps â prepares for an adrenaline rush thatâll give his weak arms the strength to carry both of you to safety.
It never comes.Â
The sounds of the waterfall shield you from the war raging outside of it.Â
When the panic passes, the anger resumes.
âDo you have any idea how dangerous that is?â Eric agonizes, quieter now, though the corner of his lip twitches with withheld anger.Â
You keep your back to the boy and lay out the contents of the wicker basket. A floral quilt to cushion the stone flooring, two bottles of wine to share between you, several bags of stale chips, and one MP3 player thatâs somehow stronger than the end of the world. You pay Eric no mind as he continues to rant behind you.
âWhat if youâd gotten killed? What ifâ What if you got lost and I couldnât find youâ?!â
âDonât shout!â you gripe despite your own booming voice.Â
âWhy not?â Eric questions with a cynical laugh. âI thought nothing could hear us under here?â
You spin back around to face him, grimacing slightly when your healing wounds start to burn. You tilt your chin in a look of defiance, though your eyes sparkle faintly in the dim natural light â something mischievous and strangely shy.Â
âI donât want you to shout because I put a lot of effort into this,â you answer in a steady voice, lips quirking in a distant smile. âAnd we canât enjoy it if youâre gonna be grumpy the entire time.â
Eric blinks at you for several long moments, brown eyes wide like an owl. Only then does he notice what youâd set up for him in the brief minutes heâd been blinded by his anger. A picnic of sorts â fashioned with a moth-eaten quilt, dusty wine bottles, and snacks youâd scavenged and seemingly stashed like a squirrel. Itâs about as fancy as you can get in an apocalypse.
His mouth opens and closes again, this time in a quiet sort of shock. âWh⊠What?â
âWell, you kinda spent your entire birthday taking care of me, so⊠I figured we were past due for a celebration.â
Ericâs brows pinch together. A furrow of deep thought settles between them.Â
He realizes he hadnât thought twice about his birthday till now. Hadnât thought twice about turning another year older, just like he hadnât thought twice about needing to be repaid for taking care of you. He did both things without thinking. He canât control his urge to dote on you like he canât control the existential dread of getting older.
âHowâd you know it was my birthday?â
ââCause you told me once,â you shrug. âAnd I keep track of the days in my calendar, soââ
âSo, youâre saying that⊠That you did all this...â the man laughs, gesturing to the cave and the waterfall and the wine. âFor me?â
A similar-sounding laugh sputters from your own mouth âcause you do it all for him. From going on stupid picnics to fighting monsters from another planet. Everything youâve done up until this point, you realize now, youâve done for Eric. You keep on living despite the unfavorable odds for Eric.
âOf course I did. Itâs not that big of a deal,â you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest to shield your bleeding heart. âI mean, you kinda saved my life. The least I can do is take you on a stupid fucking picnic.â
When you turn around again to ease yourself onto the blanket, Eric tries to make out the words to thank you. Not just for what youâve done here, but for what youâve done all the days since he found you. Because youâve saved his life too, more times than he could count, actually â âcause thatâs just what you do. You save each other and donât think twice about it because thatâs what you do when you care for someone.
He forgot all about birthdays and picnics and what it meant to be alive before he found you. And now that youâre here, you spend every single day reminding him of everything the end of the world begs him to forget.
âIâmâ Iâm sorry⊠Iâm sorry for shouting at you,â Eric stammers in a sheepish murmur, scratching awkwardly at the back of his neck.
âI know,â you nod, smiling as you pat the spare spot beside you. âNow stop being weird and come sit down.â
The wine is warm, the chips are stale, and the quilt just barely cushions the hard ground beneath you â but everythingâs still somehow perfect. Your MP3 player is almost as old as you are and cracked down the middle, but the music plays just perfectly from its headphones, anyway.Â
Maybe itâs perfect âcause itâs not perfect.Â
Or maybe itâs perfect because youâre here.
You sit side-by-side on the handmade blanket, legs crossed and knees brushing, as you share an earbud between you. Conversation ebbs and flows between snacking. Music fills the silence.
I was sittinâ in a crummy movie with my hands on my chin,
All the violence that occurs, seems like we never win...
Eric tips his head back to down the rest of the cheesy crumbs in the package he holds in a pale fist. His scruffy cheeks jut like a chipmunk as he chews through the mouthful. âI missed this, you know?â he mumbles.
You set the wine bottle beside you after taking a lengthy sip, licking the bitter-sweet grape from your lips. âWhat?â you wonder aloud. âThe wine? The Cheetos? The music?â
The boy goes quiet as he ponders the question. He figures he was talking about you, mostly â this sort of connection between humans, this sort of comfort, this sort of normalcy. The music answers your question in his silence.
âLove and mercy, thatâs what you need tonightâŠ
So love and mercy, to you and your friends tonightâŠ
He nods anyway. âAll of the above, actuallyâŠâ
âYou know what I miss?â you wonder beneath the rustling of the Scooby Snacks you dig your hand into. You chuck a cartoon bone into your mouth and find the graham-cracker components have gone soft with time. âI miss driving down backroads⊠going way faster than whatâs probably allowed⊠with the windows down and the radio all the way upâŠâ
Eric watches the far-off look in your eyes as you stare, unblinking, at the waterfall ahead of you. Clear water rushes from the mountain and falls hard onto the cobbles and the still water below. Rogue drops splatter inside the shallow cave, occasionally splashing you with fat droplets.
The running waterfall cast fleeting shadows over your face, littered now with faint scars. Your features are much softer than heâs used to in the natural light.
âI miss college parties,â he confesses, wiping his palms on his knees.
You wash the dry graham cracker out with another sip of wine and try not to laugh as you swallow it down.
âWhyâs that funny?â Eric wonders through his own chuckle, only partially offended.
âI donât know⊠I guess I just didnât take you for a partier.â
âI wasnât reallyâŠâ he concedes with a shy shrug, gaze averted and cheeks pink. âBut I was a really big fan of karaoke.â
âWell, that makes a lot more sense.â
âDoesnât it?â Eric humors with a scrunched nose.
You tilt your head back to laugh â a pretty, airy sound that echoes within the cobbled walls, only partially drowned out beneath the rushing waterfall. You shift closer toward him when youâre upright again, probably without realizing, but Eric notices. He canât help but notice everything you do. And he canât help but lean instinctively closer to you, too.
He can smell the natural scent of you beneath the various surrounding ones â of freshwater, pine, and whatever cologne was spritzed on your shirt before you found it. He can smell the sweet wine on your breath, too, and he quickly realizes that youâre close enough to kiss. If only he werenât so chicken shit.
The proximity makes his cheeks flush, though youâre not nearly as fazed by it.
âI forgot what that felt likeâŠâ you muse in a quiet voice of disbelief.
Eric smiles so hard his eyes squint. âWhat?â
âI donât know⊠just, like, happiness? I guess?â you laugh. âI used to think that was impossible before now.â
âYeah⊠Me too.âÂ
The conversation lulls for a moment. The music playing in your ears takes over:Â
âI was standing at a bar and watching all the people thereâŠ
All the loneliness in this world, well, itâs just not fairâŠ
You cage your smile between your teeth in a feeble attempt to conceal how wide itâs grown. Your eyes are wide and sparkling, likely from the wine, as they flit between both of his darker ones. Eric exhales a breathy chuckle in response, all giddy and nervous for a reason he canât name (probably from the wine, too, if he had to guess).
He feels himself leaning in to kiss you before he realizes it. He only catches himself when you pull unknowingly away, reaching again for the glass bottle at your side. His heart drops to his swirling stomach as his cheeks flare a deep pink.
âIâm glad you followed me like a creep for a week straight, you know that?â you confess with a teasing squint in your eyes as you bring the lip of the bottle to your mouth.
Eric scoffs at the memory, which feels like yesterday and ancient history all at once.
He was by himself when the world first fell â a stranger in a strange country, and the loneliest heâd ever been in his life. And, perhaps, the most scared, too.Â
Then, all of a sudden, he sees this girl rush out of an alleyway and into a monster-infested street to save a dog from an otherwise unavoidable death. Eric watched from a distance as you returned the scared pup to its owners â a very young couple cowering behind a car, not that much older than you.Â
You pointed them in the direction of a military base setting up camps for civilians then went the opposite way. Away from guaranteed protection. Like the safest hands were your own.Â
Eric made the quick decision to follow you as you went. He figured if you were brave enough to save some dog that wasnât yours, and stare death directly in the face while you did it, then you could do just about anything.
He didnât know, then, that he was making the best decision heâd ever made in his life.
âWell, Iâm glad you didnât pummel me in the face for following you like a creep.â
âI shouldâve,â you quip. âBut I liked your company too much, I guessâŠâ
âLiked?â the boy parrots, laughing loudly at the turn of phrase. âIs this your way of saying youâre finally tired of me?â
You roll your eyes and hide your smirk behind the neck of the wine bottle. âDo you think I wouldâve done all this shit if I wasnât the least bit fond of you, Eric?â
The question is rhetorical, but you expect a lighthearted quip from the British boy anyway. Your words seem to settle something heavy on him, though. Itâs the very first time youâve admitted out loud, without a shred of sarcasm, how much you really care for him.Â
Eric forgets to say anything at all. The cave fills with a loud silence. The steady drumming of the waterfall and the whisper of rustling trees. Strangely peaceful for the end of the world.Â
âWanna know something wild?â he asks you after a few long moments. His accent makes the words sound heavy on his tongue. Your brows raise to egg him on, and he continues, stumbling over himself in the process. âIâm⊠Iâm not happy the world ended, but⊠I amâ I am glad that it brought me you.â
Your breath catches. Itâs the most profound thing anyoneâs ever said to you, you think. Way deeper than any measly âI love you.â And how are you meant to respond to that? To his confession that the end of the world was worth finding you? Thereâs no string of words in the English language that could possibly compare to that.
Eric waits for your response with bated breath. He hopes for an affirmation of your similar affection, of course, but a rejection would be better than nothing at all. He blinks at you with hopeful chocolate eyes, then flinches away when you laugh.
âYouâre such a sap,â you say, giggling, as you reach suddenly for his face.
You cradle his scruffy jaw between warm and gently calloused hands, pulling him into you with an admirable effortlessness. You kiss him like itâs natural to you â like he was never just a stranger â like youâve spent entire lifetimes kissing him.
You take the breath from his lungs with little effort. Eric tips his head back and sighs when you swipe your tongue along his chapped bottom lip. The exhaled breath fans across your cupidâs bow, and you smile against his mouth as you clamor gracelessly into his lap â straddling his lean hips and pressing your beating heart to his.Â
The earbuds fall carelessly to the ground, and the fading song plays muffedly from beside you:
âLove and mercy, thatâs what you need tonightâŠ
So love and mercy, to you and your friends tonightâŠ
Your mouths click when they part, a subtle sound beneath the drumming waterfall behind you. Your eyes are heavy and lidding as they fall to Ericâs kissed mouth â now a rosier shade, gently swollen, and shining with your spit. A stamp of ownership, almost, that makes your chest swell with pride.
Eric looks up at you with big, wet eyes as his hands fidget on either side of your waist. âIâve been waiting for that for ages,â he confesses in a low murmur.
A small smile quirks faintly at the edges of your mouth. âCould you maybe say something thatâs not super clichĂ©?â you tease.
âHow about⊠I really, really want to kiss you again?â Eric offers in a honeyed tone that makes his accent heavier. He swallows hard, adamâs apple bobbing. âAnd that I⊠I wanna make you feel good?â
You cage your bottom lip between your teeth to hide your smile. Your fingertips are calloused and cold as they toy with the curls at the nape of his neck â tiny chestnut strands coiled in perfect ringlets. Eric fights back a shiver.
âThen Iâd say thatâŠâ you begin with a mischievous lilt to your voice, wild eyes flitting from his pink lips to his watery eyes. âIâve been waiting for that for ages.â
You part from him then, taking the warmth of your body with you as you sit on your knees across from him. The rugged ground is hardly cushioned by the thin quilt. You can vaguely feel small rocks digging into your skin, but your need for him is much louder.Â
You cross your arms in front of yourself to swipe your t-shirt over your head. You toss the discarded fabric carelessly beside you, then work at the buttons of your jeans â also borrowed, and just a half-size too big for you.Â
Eric watches with his heart in his throat. Itâs the most naked youâve ever been in front of him before. The sight of your bare skin, covered now only in the sports bra youâve had since the world ended, makes his head swim. It takes him a moment too long to realize he should be undressing, too, and he rushes to catch up.
The two of you undress yourselves in relative silence. The sight is hardly as sexy as youâd expect â full of fumbling limbs far too eager to be graceful. Ericâs shirt gets stuck on his chin. Your jeans get caught at your ankle. The tense lull between you ebbs into a symphony of entwining giggles.
With your clothes scattered in abandoned piles, you lay back against the blanket. Eric settles on top of you with a strange sort of effortlessness â like itâs muscle memory to him, even though neither of you has done this for a long, long while â much less with each other.Â
The weight of his body is warm and heavy over yours. You slide your hands under his arms and curl them over his freckled shoulders, digging your nails softly into his pale skin to pull him further into you.Â
You watch with heavily lidded eyes as Eric brings his hand to his mouth. He slides his pointer and middle finger between his lips, wetting the pads of them with his tongue. You exhale a deep breath when the limbs come out again, glittering in the low light.Â
He studies your features with a dark and unwavering stare as he slips his fingers between the lips of your pussy â tracing the velvety lips for a moment before easing them slowly inside. Your eyes flutter shut at the foreign feeling. Eric smiles to himself, wrist flexing, as he explores your silky cunt with his fingers.Â
âPlease fuck me,â you sigh when his palm bumps your swollen clit. Your head tips back as your hips buck upward, all but melting under his touch. âPlease.â
It takes Eric a moment or more to formulate a response. Youâve never been so subservient like this before, so needy for him. This must be the eighth wonder of the world, he thinks to himself, as he continues to work you open with unworthy hands.
âHave to get you ready for me first,â he tells you, voice and low gritty, as he exhales a breathy chuckle that fans across your jaw. âDonât wanna break you, honey.â
You manage a scoff in response. âWell, thatâs very presumptuous of youâ ohâŠâ
Eric crooks his fingers until the tips of them brush a spongy depth inside you. Your mouth falls agape at the feeling, so foreignly full beneath him. His spit-slick lips curl into a lazy smirk. âThat shut you up, didnât it?â
You wouldâve spit a snide remark back at him if his thumb hadnât pressed so mercilessly to your delicate clit then. The words dissolve like dust on your tongue and escape only as a breathy moan.Â
Eric continues his relentless pursuit with nothing but two of his fingers. Relentless, you think,because heâs hardly trying to make you cum now. Youâre not sure if heâs just oblivious to how good heâs making you feel, or if heâs pushing you to the edge and jerking you back on purpose. Itâs agony either way.
He only stops when his pointer and middle finger start to prune, the pads of them softly wrinkled from your honey. He wipes them off on the quilt like a total barbarian. You wouldâve said something about that, too, if you werenât still trying to catch your breath.
Eric rises to his knees. His bare chest, dusted with sparse hair over the sternum, rises and falls with uneven pants. His cock hangs heavy between his spread thighs â half-hard, glowing red, and leaking faintly at the tip. His wide hands are softer than your own as they smooth up and down the length of your thighs. His thumbs rub soothingly over the supple insides of them â with a touch almost as gentle as the melted chocolate gaze he looks at you with.Â
âAre you alright?â he wonders, all quiet and suddenly shy, like you arenât all but dripping for him now.
âYouâre so annoying,â you gripe with a scoffed-out laugh, rolling your eyes because youâre certain heâs teasing you. Your stomach sinks when the genuine glimmer in his eyes doesnât waver. You squirm beneath him and his unyielding gaze. âIâm okay, Eric,â you murmur sheepishly, never easily serious.
He nods to himself and swallows hard, still visibly unsure. It makes you wonder if heâs second-guessing. âStop staring and kiss me, you asshole,â you grouse with a forced laugh, tightening your grip on his shoulders.
Ericâs mouth quirks in an absentminded smile. âJust let me look at you for a secondâŠâ he whispers, squeezing the outsides of your thighs with warm hands.
âWe donât have to whisper anymore, dummy,â you tease in a hushed tone of your own.
His grin widens until his eyes wrinkle at the edges and his tongue pokes softly through his teeth. He laughs despite himself and grips his heavy cock in his fist. âYouâre so mean, you know that?â he asks, folding your knee back with his free hand. Youâre not sure if heâs expecting a real response, but he slips into you before you can give him one.
He fucks into you slow â bitterly, painfully, and agonizingly slow â forcing you to feel every inch of him. His cock is of average length, but girthy enough to stretch you open. Youâre suddenly grateful he thought to use his fingers on you despite your impatience, but the two of them alone hardly equate to how thick he is.
Both of you inhale sharply when heâs fully sheathed inside of you, neither exactly used to the feeling. Eric allows you a moment or more to adjust before sliding out again. You exhale softly together in entwining moans that get lost beneath the sounds of a raging waterfall.
Eric thrusts into you again with gritted teeth, trying not to whimper too loudly when your pussy clenches around him. He bends at the waist to hide his face in your neck and exhales all his pathetic moans there.Â
He keeps one hand clenched into a fist on the blanket to prop up his weight; his other slides beneath your head to cushion your skull from the hard ground. You grip the boy by his flexing biceps, digging your nails into the skin every time he thrusts into you. Jaw clenched, nose scrunched, eyes squinted â you take his cock without complaint despite the very loud feeling that itâs all too much for you.
Eric is everywhere, and the notion alone overwhelms you. Heâs in you, on top of you, all over you. Like the air you breathe. You need him just the same. Not because heâs your friend but because youâre scared you might seriously die without him.Â
Itâs dramatic at best. At worst, itâs the exact opposite feeling you should have for anyone in the apocalypse, where death is essentially promised for both of you.
Tears prick your eyes at the thought, though youâd rather blame them on Ericâs merciless thrusts. Theyâre sloppy and unmeasured as he struggles to find a rhythm. Heâs similarly overwhelmed by the pleasure. You can tell by the way his body trembles over yours, and the way he buries loud moans into your pulsepoint. You can feel the vibrations of each moan in your veins.Â
The way youâre pinned beneath him cages your clit between your bodies. Every time Ericâs lean hips thrust upward and back again, the coarse thatch of hair above his cock brushes your sensitive button. You couldnât free yourself from it if you tried. Youâre not sure if you even want to.
âThis is good for you, right?â Eric wonders through heavy pants, voice wavering under the weight of his pleasure. âPlease tell me this is good for you.â
Any other time, you wouldâve laughed at him, but now you only nod. Rapidly and with your jaw clenched tight. Just as pathetic as he is.Â
ââS good,â you promise through gritted teeth as the coil in the pit of your stomach starts to tighten. âItâs so good, Eric. Feels so fuckinâ good.â
The affirmation makes him moan. Loudly. Enough for you to be momentarily grateful for the cover of the rumbling waterfall. Eric buckles down over you and strengthens his rapid, irregularly timed thrusts with a feeble cry.Â
Your own whine rumbles in your throat, falling from your mouth like honey. Your warm skin, now slick with a layer of sweat, begins to buzz. The need for release builds like a dam within you â somewhere deep, right where the tip of Ericâs cock fucks into you.Â
Your thighs start to tremble on either side of his waist. Your hips begin to buck despite yourself. You canât be sure if youâre running from the pleasure now, or chasing it entirely.
âYou gotta cum, baby,â Eric tells you through a pitiful whine, face still tucked into your neck. He licks his lips and starts to babble: âI canâtâ Iâm too closeâ I need you to cum before I do, babyâ Need you to cum right nowâ Fuck.â
âIs your idea of dirty talk always this pathetic?â you wouldâve joked if you werenât already cumming for him.Â
Your mouth falls agape in a silent moan as your head tips back into his palm. Your back arches as you reach the height of your pleasure, pussy fluttering through every wave of it.Â
Eric fucks you the entire way through your orgasm â despite your nails biting crescent shapes into his shoulders, despite your velvety cunt tightening around him, despite the very overwhelming feeling that he might burst entirely.
Only when your body goes lax does he pull out of you.Â
The empty feeling makes you whimper. Your weeping pussy clenches around nothing while Eric jerks himself off. You canât see him, but you can feel his wrist moving in rapid motions between your legs.Â
A groan rumbles deep in his throat as he tenses on top of you. His still body goes rigid. Something warm and wet spits on your inner thigh a second later â a heavy load of his pearly white cum, which he gives you three of before heâs milked himself dry.
Eric collapses on top of you when heâs officially spent. He forgets to hold up his weight, and you deliberately decide not to remind him. You let the man soak in the waves of his pleasure while you strain to reach the wicker basket at your side â struggling for a moment to find the handful of napkins at the very bottom, then using them to wipe up the mess on your thigh.
âAh, shit,â Eric curses when he notices (his mess or his weight, you canât quite tell). He sniffles and rolls off of you. âSorryâŠâ
Your head whips in his direction. You find his face all flushed, glowing red along the apples of his cheeks and the very tip of his nose. His eyes are big and wet, too, glassy like he might cry.Â
Buzzing with concern, you rise to your knees, watching intently as Eric reaches for your discarded pile of clothes. You set them aside when he passes them to you and hold his face in your hands instead. His stubble scratches at your delicate palms. Your wide eyes sparkle with concern as they dart over his teary features.
âHey⊠Hey, what happened?â you agonize. âAre you okay?â
Eric laughs at himself, then sniffles again as he wipes his nose with the back of his hand. âYeah⊠So much for not being clichĂ©, right?â he jokes.
âWhat happened?â you repeat, giggling this time at his crooked smile.
âNothing,â he assures, shrugging his freckled shoulders. âI just⊠Iâm just really happy, I guessâŠâ
Your tight chest deflates with a sigh of relief as you nod in response. âYeah⊠I am, too.â
Ericâs grin widens at your confession. His cheeks speckle a rosy color, like heâs pleasantly surprised by the response â as if his softening cock isnât still sparkling with a mixture of your cum.Â
You meet his smile with a scowl, rolling your eyes as you shove playfully at his shoulder. âDonât look at me like that,â you grumble and turn away from him, reaching for your clothes.Â
Your body looms over him as you stand, putting very little weight on your scarred leg. You bend at the waist to tug your underwear up your thighs.
Eric shoves his boxers on with a cheeky grin. âIâm really glad I found you, you know that, right? Even though youâre mean to me all the time?â
You scoff and drag your sports bra over your torso, yanking it at the hem to pull it over your breasts. âIâm happy you found me, too, stalker,â you respond in a monotone that would otherwise suggest the opposite. But Eric catches you smiling when you reach beside him for your shirt and knows you really mean it.Â
âYou love me,â he insists playfully, right before stealing a kiss from you.Â
His lips only manage to brush the corner of your mouth in his haste, but he grins wide about it anyway. Your face screws like you werenât begging him to fuck you ten minutes ago, as you wipe your cheek with the back of your hand.
âYouâre disgustingâŠâ he hears you mumbling as you turn away, tugging your shirt over your head.Â
But he knows what you really mean.
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daddy!johnb should have known there was a meltdown inbound from puppy!reader when she was being irritable with everyone. pup was always a ray of sunshine.
youâd been snappy with him towards the end of your day spent running about with the pogues, and when pulled up on it â your boyfriend pulling you to the back of the group walking back to the twinkie, a hand firmly on your lower back, as he mutters a low âhey, clip the attitude okay? this isnât you.â you only responded with an agitated whine. maybe thatâs when he should have checked in.
you explode in the twinkie not twenty minutes later after some more tsking from your boyfriend, pushing him away suddenly and raising your voice in the back of the car where he sat with you, luckily letting pope drive the crew home this time. âtheres too much noise and iâm cold and wet and tired!â you erupt, shoving at him in the backseat, loud enough to earn an awkward side eye from kiara in the seat directly infront.
âalright, okay, hey â look at me.â the older boy croons, gripping you until you still in his grasp, letting out a few agitated sobs into his chest. he sighs, eyes all soft and sad that youâd probably feel guilty about if you saw. reluctantly, you claw your way out to look up at him urgently, like you were desperate for some answers. he melts.
meanwhile, sensing your little meltdown in the backseat the group get a little quieter out of respectâ jj turning the radio up just a little bit to create a wall between the chatter and the two of you. you relax just a little bit in his grip.
âno need to freak out on me, okay?â his eyes are wide and yours are teary, breathing all heavy. he notices, placing a warm palm on your chest. âfirst of all, weâre gonna breathe.â
you follow his instructions â in and out, until your breathing pattern is somewhat regulated. he doesnât take his eyes off you the whole time, john b was good like that. eye contact was his forte.
âokay, next problem. hit me.â he shrugs one shoulder and you shrink a little. âuse your words, sweetheart. daddyâs listening, i just wanna help.â
âmy clothes are wet.â you verbalise and he nods proudly before holding up a finger and lurching over the backseat to reach for one of his spare shirts he keeps in there for his days spent on the road. showing you, he then pulls it over your head and helps you take off your damp blue crop top beneath, tossing it into the back. he unclips your bikini top too, throwing it with the shirt whilst maintaining your dignity.
you sit, slumped and sleepy â looking a lot more comfortable and he guides your cheek with his finger to look at him once more.
âhey, what else?â he urges and you blink. before you can respond, you yawn. âokay.â he nods.
pulling you onto his lap in the backseat, john b stretches out as best as he couldâ rubbing your back up and down and leaning his lips down to your ear.
âso we got roughly⊠one hour left of this journey? i want you to take a nap. right here, bubba.â he holds you tightly, and you canât help let out a few relieved snifflesâ the long day having caught up to you big time. he was so attentive, it made you wonder what you did to deserve it. âi know sweet girl. everybody has days like these, okay?â
âeven you daddy?â you rasp tiredly.
âoh yeah. especially me. big time.â he jests, before rocking you lightly to sleep in the quiet van.
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BAD DOG!
synopsis: you decide to muzzle your puppy girlfriend for the first time
featuring: jean, navia, beidou, miko
rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)
warnings: sub! afab fem reader, dog hybrid characters, muzzles, biting, possessive characters, feral women, transfem navia and transfem miko, cunni.lingus (jean), sixty nine position (jean), pet names, degradation, knotted strap ons (beidou), mating press (beidou), knots, bre.eding kink (miko), predator and prey kink (miko) do.ggy style (miko), may be ooc, not proofread.
art credits: unknown (found on pinterest)
JEAN
âMy darling please, pleaseâŠI want to taste you so badâŠpleaseâŠâ Jean whimpered and pawed at your fingers to unfasten the muzzle currently strapped to her jaw. She even growled a bit louder than usual as her floppy little tail wagged back and forth in anticipation of having your sweet pussy on her tongue. âI donât even understand why I have to wear thisâŠâ Jean whines, her floppy ears lowering, âI donât even have a biting problem. Iâve been more than gentle with you, my loveâŠâ
âItâs more so to satisfy a kink I have, rather than to actually punish you, Jean.â You chuckle quietly, gently stroking her sad puppy ears. âAnd you look so cute with the muzzle on!â
Jean whines and pushes her caged mouth closer to your face. âBut I want to taste youâŠâ she whispers into your ear, her lower body rubbing against your hips rather sensually. âI want to satisfy you. Shove my tongue inside that soft, velvety hole of yours and bury my face between your legs untilâ mmpfâŠâÂ
Her pupils blow back in lust when you gently rub against the crotch area of her pants, watching as a little wet spot begins to form the harder you continue to rub. âYou will, but right now I want to see my puppy whine for me.â
And Jean did just that, her tail flopping submissively as she leans forward to press her muzzled face against your cheek. Her tongue pathetically darts out to try and kiss you through the metal bars of her caged head, whimpering as she could barely even reach you for a kiss. âMy loveâŠâ
Oh this was torture for poor little Jean. She had spent the day working hard with only thoughts of her pretty girlfriend to keep her occupied. She was so eager to sink her thirsty little mouth into your dripping wet cunt, yet here you were, teasing her for no reason with this embarrassing toy of yours that restricted her access to tasting you!Â
âAt least let me kiss youâŠâ Jean whispers softly, looking up at you with those big, pathetic puppy dog eyes that you grew oh so weak to. âI want to kiss my girlfriend, pleaseâŠâ
âOhhh, JeanâŠâ Fuck. You canât help but instinctively reach over to unfasten the strap to her muzzle. âFine. But only one kiâ AH!âÂ
What a trickster! Jean has instantly torn off the muzzle and crawled down to face your clothed cunt, before tearing off your underwear with one eager claw.Â
âJean!â
âIâm sorry! Iâll buy you another pair!â
Yet she didnât look too apologetic as she immediately drooled at the sight of your bare pussy before face planting right into your folds, moaning when she felt her tongue hit contact against your clit. Eager that she was, Jean lapped at your swollen slit like it was a treat that had been dangling above her for hours, the feeling of her drooling, messy tongue just sloppily pushing against your lips making you feel like you were in heaven.
âAhâŠ! Eager puppy, arenât you?â You looked up to see her curly tail just wagging so much in excitement, the feast between your legs proving to be quite an amazing treat for your dearest puppy girl; Jean.Â
âHeh, donât worry, Iâll do the same to you. You deserve the same treatment, my love.â
NAVIA
âHey, why do I have to wear this?!â
Navia looked so annoyed. An angry pout on her usually friendly face, as it was rare for your girlfriend to ever get mad at you. âI just thought itâd look funny on you,â you giggled softly, covering your mouth to hide your grin. âPlus, sometimes you bite. Not very gently, either.â
âI do not!â Navia huffed and tried to get you to take it off, nuzzling her caged mouth against your cheek. âTake it off right now! I want to kiss you!âÂ
She growled softly and rutted her hips against your own, pinning you down with her body weight while making sure you could feel the small bulge growing underneath her skirt. She smirked when she saw you realize the stiffie, making sure to roll her hips a little more languidly in order for you to feel all of her arousal. âCome on babyâŠthis isnât fair to meâŠâ Navia whispers, pouting down at you while her tail swishes rather intimidatingly. âGet the muzzle offâŠitâs too distracting as I canât pleasure you properly. Please? Donât you want me to fuck you full alreadyâŠ?âÂ
She smiled ever so innocently, never mind the fact that she had plans to completely wreck you in revenge for putting her in a muzzle in the first place!Â
âHmmmmâŠI donât know if my puppy deserves to be off the muzzle tonightâŠâ you teased, watching as your girlfriendâs face darkened and a small, irritated growl left her throat. âPerhaps she should prove to me she can control herself without restriction?â You playfully looped your finger through the loop of her collar, staring at the gold rose shaped emblem at the center and pulling her closer to face you. âMy puppy has an uncontrollable biting problem after all. Bad girl.âÂ
Navia growled louder and her tail swished even faster, pushing your wrists above your head and lowering her caged mouth to your ears.Â
âIâll show you uncontrollable.âÂ
Your body involuntarily shivered at the hot breath let out from your girlfriendâs teeth. You knew Navia would never hurt you, she was always so sweet and gentle when it came to your sex life, yet it seems this time you pushed her buttons a little too far. âIâm going to take off your pants, okay? If I rip them, sorry in advance.â
Your cheeks burned red when she suddenly grabbed onto your bottoms and slid them off aggressively. It was clear that Navia was excited, the massive grin on her face proving so as she made quick work of discarding both of your undergarments. In an instant, you felt Naviaâs hot, heavy cock land right on top of your aching clit. Her knot swelling at the base, ready to pump itself eagerly into you if you allowed her to.Â
âHahâŠmuzzle or not, I think Iâve been too lenient on you. You think you can push me around, bratty girl? Hm?â Navia grinned and slowly grinded her member against your folds, chuckling at the way they seemed to glisten whenever she dragged herself a bit slower than usual. âWell, maybe itâs about time I stop pleasing my sweet ownerâŠâ
BEIDOU
Beidou didnât care if you muzzled her or not. She just wanted to fuck your brains out and have you a sobbing, moaning puddle under her while she railed you on her strap. Through heavy pants and labored grunts, your big, overgrown puppy woman held you down into a mating press and rammed the hefty strap on as far as she could go, growling whenever you whined and tugged on her leash, as she knew she was doing a great job.
âLike that huh? You like it when I stuff you full on this big, meaty dick?â Beidou laughed to herself at the vulgar language she just used, smothering her muzzled mouth against your neck and letting strings of saliva drip down from the caged bars. âYouâre so hotâŠhahâŠso hot and tight.â
Her big, bushy tail swished from left to right as she buried her sheath deeper into your succulent, wet walls. She wanted so desperately to sink her awaiting canines into your throat and mark you jaw to collarbone in her marks, yet because of that stupid muzzle, she had to settle for drooling all over your neck through the bars of her cage.Â
âI wouldâve covered you in teeth marks by nowâŠâ Beidou growls, glaring down at you with wild, frenzied eyes, âBut, maybe itâs for the best. Wouldnât want to accidentally make you scream.âÂ
She thrusted her hips a bit sharper, eliciting a high-pitched yelp from your throat.Â
ââŠWell, from pain.âÂ
Beidou chuckled and closed her eyes, lazily fucking you with greed as she wanted nothing more than to see the fake knot at the base of her strap, plug you all the way in when you eventually came. She shamelessly swiped her tongue across the metal bars of her muzzle, groaning at the metallic taste before nuzzling against your cheek. âSo, princess, do you think you could take the muzzle off now?â She grinned, her tongue darting out to try and lick you through the gaps of her confines, âIâve been such a good dog for you alreadyâŠâ
âYouâllâŠbite me all overâŠâ you whispered breathlessly, whining when she gripped your hips tighter within her claws and thrusted her strap even rougher.
âIâd bite you eventually when this muzzle comes offâŠâ Beidou groans, pushing the muzzle harder against your cheek as she rutted her strap at a much more feverish pace. âThough, the longer you keep this up, the more desperate Iâll be, babyâŠâ
She gently pushed herself deeper into you, her tail beating faster against the bed when she saw the tiny tummy bulge pushing against your skin from how deep she was inside of you. âArchons, youâre so prettyâŠâ she whispered out huskily, roaming her giant hands all around the skin of your stomach and pushing lightly on the bulge. âBut, youâd definitely be even prettier once I get my canines all over you.â
It was there that Beidou finally used those giant claws of hers to disobey you, ripping the muzzle off with brute force and grinning down at you with wolfish features. The yelp you let out was adorable as Beidou suddenly pushed your legs up higher, pretty much folding you more in the mating press and moving her teeth dangerously close to your inner thighs.Â
âItâs been looking a little too barren down here. Perhaps I should change thatâŠâ
MIKO
Out of all the women to have been strapped with a muzzle, Miko was definitely the most furious. She had you bent over in front of her on the bed, doggy style as she pumped her angry red cock inside of you at a pace similar to that of when she was in a rut. The poor woman felt as if her ego had been shattered to pieces the moment you tricked her and got her to wear a muzzle. Now you are suffering the consequences of your actions, as Miko was not stopping her relentless pace and would growl in your ear whenever you tried to complain.
âM-Miko! Ah! S-SlowâŠdownâŠâÂ
Your body moved pathetically with each harsh thrust, as Miko seemed to be trying to vent out her anger on you for making her wear such an embarrassing thing. âCheeky bratâŠyou really think this pathetic thing could stop me from biting you?âÂ
A low, husky growl emitted from her throat as she pushed her swollen member deeper into your cunt. âI could rip this muzzle off like paper. ButâŠIâll indulge in my little oneâs silly little kinks for now.â She grinned maliciously and pushed you farther into the bed, rutting her hot and heavy cock deeper within you, as she was intent in possibly breeding you fully.Â
âSo tightâŠyou like it when I go rough, hm? All muzzled and rabid like an animal?â She looked ticked off at her own words, her fox ears twitching in frenzy as she wanted to make you pay for teasing her.Â
âN-NoâŠthatâs not what I meantâ h-haahâŠâ Miko grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at her, her sweet little pupils turning into slits as she took in how utterly delectable you looked underneath her. It was actually triggering her predator instincts to hold you down and claim you as her âprey.âÂ
âLiar. Youâre such a cute little liar.â Miko grinned wolfishly through the bars of her muzzle and stuffed her knot deeper against your cunt. The base of it started to swell as she was getting ready to breed you full on her kitsune seed. âLook at youâŠbarely able to talk even though Iâm the one wearing this contraption,â she tsked and trailed one of her clawed fingers down your stomach, gently circling the growing bulge on your tummy that moved with each thrust of her dick. âEven when muzzled, you still act like a cute little bunny.âÂ
She licked her lips and felt the base of her knot begin to swell, her head throwing back in ecstasy as she prepared to fill you fully until her cum was leaking out of you. âAhâŠyou tightened a bit when I said that. You must really like being degraded, huh?âÂ
Miko growled and pushed her knot a bit deeper, forcing you to take a girthier bulb as she drooled a bit through the metal bars of her muzzle.Â
âI canât wait to devour this little bunny once I tear this muzzle off. ArchonsâŠthat cute little pussy is mine.â
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soobin has his good friend taehyun watch his puppy for a night... but she unexpectedly goes into heat! he can't give in to her begging, he isn't even her owner! oh, but she's just so cute when shes needy...
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notes from liaăi'm not the biggest fan of how this turned out, for some reason i find hybrid!reader difficult to write... but i hope you all enjoy it!!!
âhyung, what do i do?â taehyun whispers urgently into his phone, sat ramrod-straight against the back of the couch. his leg bounces nervously, free hand white knuckling the armrest as if it were the only thing keeping him uprightâ it very well could be with how you were clambering on top of him.
âtaehyunnie, just once, please? i promise iâll be a good girl!â you whine into his ear, nails scratching desperately at his soccer jersey. your soft puppy ears tickle his tan skin.
âholy shit, is that her?â soobinâs voice crackles over the receiver, sounding more amused than anything. âiâve never heard her talk like that before. aww, she sounds so sadâŠâ
âhyung.â taehyun grits his teeth. âiâm being serious. you gotta come back, i donât know what to doâ i knew i shouldnât have agreed to watch her, i told you i donât know a damn thing about hybrids!â
âare you sure sheâs in heat?â came soobinâs reply.
âare you serious?! do you think iâm stupid? sheâs dripping all over my fucking lap.â
it was a sight that taehyun was sure would stay with him for the rest of his life. those tight little shorts you were wearing did nothing to stop the outpour of slick dribbling down your thighs, soaking through your clothes to the point theyâve molded themselves against the curves of your ass and pussy. you grind your cunt down hard and desperate against his jean-clad thigh, rubbing your clit against the rough fabric and leaving a large noticeable wet spot in the denim. it was obscene, like some dirty fantasy from the recesses of his imagination come to life. taehyun could feel his sanity chipping away bit by bit every agonizing second he sat there like an idiot watching you seduce and defile him. as much as he tried to will it away, his cock was growing so hard that it was starting to get painful, the throbbing shaft straining against his fly as if it were trying to burst through. he could tell from the glee on your face that you could feel it against your thigh.
but you were soobinâs no matter how hard his dick got, even if he was the one that you were begging for. the fingers of his free hand shake with the effort it took for him not to grip himself through his pants.
âa pretty bad stormâs blown through the city, thereâs no way i can come back home tonight.â soobin sighs, snapping taehyunâs wandering attention back to the conversation in hand. âbesides, as bad as it makes me feel, i canât miss this conference. the ceo is going to be there; my entire job depends on this stupid presentation. iâm so nervous i feel like iâm gonna be sick⊠â
âtyunnieâŠ.â you mewl into his neck, tearing his attention back to you. your voice was honeyed and dripping with desperation, sugary sweet whimpers and whines tugging at taehyunâs belly deliciously. so pathetic, erotic, and debauched⊠better than any pornstar heâs ever heard. he canât tear his eyes away from your drippy cunt and itâs hypnotic movements against him, the way he could see you getting wetter and wetter through your soaked little boy shorts. âit hurts so bad, feels so emptyâ need to get bred, please, just give me your cock!â
âholy shit, she sounds so sluttyâŠâ soobin sighs wistfully, just as distracted by you as taehyun was. âgod, what i wouldnât give to be back home right now⊠why arenât you taking care of my baby? sheâs asking so nicely, using her words like i taught her toâ do you not want to help her?â
taehyun splutters, shamefully unable to force himself to stop you when you paw at the bulge in his pants, pretty watery eyes looking up at him wantonly; for a frightening moment, taehyun wondered if you could somehow read his mind.
âi-i mean, yes, i doâ but. um.â the sensation of your wet hot tongue lazily swiping across his jawline makes his entire body jolt, his erection twitching against your squeezing hand. he chokes on a moan, instead squeaking oddly into the receiver. âs-sheâs your hybrid, hyung. you would be better for her anyway, are you sure you donât want to just wait until you get back..?â
âiâm saying itâs okay, arenât i? she canât wait that long. take care of her for me, iâll be home tomorrow.â
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taehyunâs never felt this dirty in his life. your wagging tail brushes against his abs as he pounds you over the armrest, your face mashed into the couch cushions by his broad hand pushing down on the back of your head. your floppy ears bounce along with your tits with his thrusts, your plump ass smacking loud and wet against his hipbones. thereâs so much slick that it drips down both of your legs to the floor, a puddle forming at your feet. his other hand grips tightly on your meaty thigh, holding your leg up to get his thick fat cock impossibly deeper inside of your tight, gushing little pussy. your sopping shorts and panties dangle uselessly from your ankle.
âyou like it like this, huh?â taehyun spits, his words rough and choppy with exertion. âass up, face down like an animal? nasty whore. breeding bitch.â
âyesyesyes!â you wail in rapture, voice muffled against the cushion. âbreed me, breed me! wanâ your cum, tyunnie, please!â
taehyunâs eyes roll back in pleasure and he curses under his breath. âfuck, you want me to cum inside? fill that pussy up? youâre so fucking tight, sucking me in⊠been needing this cock so bad, huh?â
his bulbous cockhead rams into your cervix deliciously, making you squeal and shake. the gummy walls of your pussy pulsate around him, letting out nasty squelches as he thrusts into you maniacally. youâve barely begun yet taehyun is already embarrassingly close to his climax, your cunt so warm and wet and just begging for him to shoot his load deep inside.
you manage to turn your head to the side despite the pressure of his hand, and taehyun can see that both your face and the couch is soaking wet. youâre crying and drooling, pink tongue stuck out as you pant and moan. youâve never reminded him more of a dog.
âyouâre gonna make me cum!â you shriek, eyes blown wide as you gaze back at him. âiâm gonna cum, feels so good, donât stop! cum with me, tyunnie, please please please? fill my pussy up with your babies, and then we can do it again, and again.. and daddy can join when he comes home! does that sound good, tyunnie?â
god, taehyun would like nothing more.
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When you tease Zhongli too much, the poor fellow thinks turning into Chonkli would garner some pity and mercy from you.
He doesn't realise that huddling in the corner like a sad wet cat only spurs you on. He'd give you the sweetest little puppy eyes, but that won't save him from getting called the goofiest nicknames you can think of. Stinky McFlufferson can whine and floof up all he wants; he's still getting (affectionately) bullied.
Then he steps it up a bit by growling, standing on his hind legs with his forelegs raised up like a red panda's. ...He's about as intimidating as a newborn bunny, so you can simply point and laugh more.
Alright. Time to switch tactics. He grows into his elongated, regal dragon form, his head alone towering over you. He coils up around you so you have nowhere to run, watching intently as you stare back in shock, engulfed by just his shadow. To get the point across, he softly grrrrs.
"S-Scary!" You crouch down, closing your eyes. "Don't eat me! Waaaaaaah!"
He quickly turns back to normal and holds you close for the rest of the day, apologising again and again for frightening you so.
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There's a kind of defensive attitude towards criticism re:Lucanis' romance in many corners of the fandom that I partially understand because Veilguard gets a lot of shit thrown at it, and if you enjoy something you naturally want to defend it. But this type of attitude also rubs me the wrong way when people who loved the way his romance played out say that anyone criticizing it must just not understand slow burns/not like slow burn as a genre/not understand Lucanis' character and his trauma properly/must have been expecting explicit sex scenes and a Zevran 2.0.
Maybe some people criticizing his romance don't like slow burns, or were wrongly expecting him to be a sex god, or ignore his trauma. I've seen a few. But that's not all the criticism there is.
Personally, I love slow burns, it's my favorite genre both to read and write (I'm the type of fic writer to think up 200k words enemies to lovers longfics where they've barely kissed after 100k words). I'm also the type of ace person who's not into extremely explicit sex scenes or super kinky romances (especially with male dom stuff, which I personally dislike). And lastly, I'm the type who picks the angstiest possible romance choice.
All this to say that Lucanis and his romance were theoretically made in a lab for me. Slow burn because the character doesn't trust easily and is traumatized by his past experiences and has many things he must resolve, excruciatingly slow to open up? Unexpectedly very sweet, wet, sad man with puppy eyes? Romance scenes that are caring and romantic instead of outright steamy? Perfect, right up my alley! I keep romancing Fenris in DA2 exactly for that reason because I love him dearly, and he breaks up with Hawke for 3 whole years! Still my favorite!
But the whole point of a slow burn are the steps. It's a slow burn, which means little step by little step, the relationship slowly builds to a conclusion, from tentative acquaintances who don't trust each other, to slooowly evolve into something more, and it's precisely these crumbs that make the trope enjoyable.
To me, Lucanis' romance doesn't feel like it does little steps, it feels like it skips steps. I can see the main story beats of a good slow burn, but not the crumbs that make a slow burn. I don't want him and Rook to jump each other after 2 scenes, I want to see more of the fumbling, the hesitation, the dancing around each other. No, dragon age isn't a romance game, I'm aware, but if romance is an option, and it is written to fit a specific trope, I would like it done properly. They've done slowburns and angsty before, and they were good (even Solas', and his romance is super short). I want the evolution of the relationship shown to me, not told in broad strokes and big steps, and I don't want to have to write half the romance in my head or rely on ao3.
We get nothing between the coffee date and the almost kiss, absolutely no reaction of any kind to the flirting, not even a blink. If Lucanis and Rook were capable of having an entire conversation about coffee and kisses metaphors when they barely knew each other, then I think they can flirt a bit more in the following conversations when you pick the romantic option, dance around each other, have Lucanis fumble a little more like he does with Neve when he actually registers Rook is sincerely into him. Even just a sign that he heard Rook when they pick the romantic option in the following conversations, because as it is he immediately resumes whatever he was saying. And if his lack of reaction is because he's suddenly afraid and thinks it's a bad idea, I would like it shown on his face, or as an actual noticeable pause/hesitation. It didn't look like he thought it was a bad idea at Café Pietra, unless he just thought Rook was flirting just to flirt and wasn't serious, but again, none of that is hinted at in any way.
Then there's the almost kiss that follows and is the first actually romantic moment we get after the coffee date, and suddenly Lucanis is all smooth and confident about flirting again. With nothing in between ever since *Illario voice* he got all romantic about roasts. Was he reluctant before and that's why he didn't react to Rook's flirting/caring concern? We have no idea, because while he warns Rook it's a bad idea to be attracted to him, he doesn't seem scared, more amused at their daredevil tendencies. The first time in his entire romance we get a clear indication he's afraid and won't open up for a long time is at the end of this specific scene, when he pulls away, and the way it happens is like Lucanis himself wasn't expecting his fear to overcome him. He wants, he lets himself be pulled forward, and then he suddenly gets drowned by overwhelming terror, and he pulls away.
The beginning of the romance (the date + almost kiss) reads to me as if Lucanis was trying to forget the Ossuary, letting himself flirt and feel attraction and just simply live again as if nothing happened, believing if he didn't think about his trauma and forcefully moved forward then it would stay buried, and then the Ossuary unexpectedly caught up to him, because you don't just bury things like that, it always comes back up at some point if you make no effort to actually process what happened.
And then there's nothing again for a long while. I can imagine Rook leaving space for Lucanis because they're considerate of his feelings and they can see something is deeply wrong, but still, something big and awkward happened between them! Not even one conversation where they try to gently broach the subject and Lucanis immediately clams up? What about some mentions of how awkward things suddenly are between the two? Even through party banter? We got plenty about Hawke and Fenris' situationship in DA2 after Fenris pulls away. The other companions comment on their breakup and how it's painfully obvious they're in love still, no matter what happened, and there are a few banters between Hawke and Fenris themselves. Surely things are a little tense and awkward between Rook and Lucanis as well at that point, and their friends would notice? They don't spend as much time together as they used to, Lucanis doesn't talk directly to Rook much anymore unless he has to, can't quite look them in the eye, doesn't want to stay alone in a room with them. He is still protective of them because he obviously cares very much, but can't bring himself to have an honest talk about his feelings and fears because he's still completely locked in his mind prison and would rather deal with his problems by stabbing his enemies.
Rook being lost because they haven't been inside his head yet and they're not sure if it's because of what Lucanis has been through, or if they did something wrong to get them rejected, and they're stuck because Lucanis completely refuses to open up. There are so many little things that could have been implemented to actually serve as the little steps for the slow burn. You're telling me even Emmrich or Neve, perceptive as they are, wouldn't have noticed their two friends suddenly being awkward and sad and not try to talk to Rook about it at the very least?
And then there's the mind prison where Rook gets all Lucanis' fears and insecurities explicitly told to them. Immediately followed by the scene where you lock in the relationship as he makes them dessert.
Were they in a relationship?? When did they get together? Do they get together right there in the kitchen by the sheer power of cake (ok, relatable)? You don't know! They almost kiss, things are theoretically painfully awkward between them for a while, Rook discovers the substance of his trauma, and poof. They're a couple. Yes, I know that Lucanis' love language is acts of service, but did they communicate at all at any point about what's going on between them? Surely even if Rook helping him out of his head puts him on the road to eventual recovery, it didn't suddenly erase all of Lucanis' trauma and fears and doubts.
I liked Rook calling out the subtext of what Lucanis says in that scene (âit's nothing, or not enoughâ/âit is, and you areâ), I did think it was sweet and perceptive of them. But still, we go from attraction to pulling away to suddenly committing to a relationship with never actually discussing exactly what goes on between them. Never outright deciding they want to try something serious. There wouldn't have been much actual flirting or sincere conversations between them after the almost-kiss, for obvious reasons, so how does Lucanis know Rook hasn't moved on/isn't angry at him after all this time, considering how they didn't communicate at all afterwards and he's not exactly the best at feelings and self-confidence? He just talks as if it's a given they're attracted to him still, and only worries about not being good enough for them. I wanted crumbs of reassurance from Rook, more than what we got, because Lucanis' probable guilt is never actually tackled in any way â he had perfectly valid reasons to pull away, of course, but considering how much he blames himself for anything and everything, I'm pretty sure he would also blame himself for hurting Rook's feelings, even if they're understanding and not actually angry with him at all.
Idk. I have a lot of thoughts, especially about the middle of his romance. The last big scene we get is one of my favorites through all dragon age games, it was so sweet, but I still felt like the entire middle part of the romance lacked a lot of slow burn crumbs, and I was still hungry when I got to the end.
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I wanna edge Jayce until he cries.. I'm so sad I can't ever do it đ
Well, you canât do it, but you can read about it. Right here. Enjoy ;]
NSFW under the cut. MDNI
The ability to predict where the crescendo of his pleasure turns into the apex is a skill hard-earned, but indispensable.
Itâs been useful many a night before, when Jayce trembled in your arms just like he does now, and pleaded for release the way you expect he will soon. He arches into your giving hand, tucking his chin against his chest, jaw clenched bear-trap-tight while he fights and fights and fights to be good. It comes intrinsically to Jayce, to submit and comply and deliver. Even when he wrestles with the most daunting force of all â himself â he fights to come out victorious, just for you.
Not to say he always does â earlier on, back when you were not quite so tactful about reading and handling him, back when he had to hiss out a pained s-stop to help you pace the denial right, heâd spilled too fast many times. Heâd dug his face into your warmth and pleaded, sometimes for forgiveness, or sometimes for a slowing of your hand on his raw cock, and heâd sobbed.
He does now it now, too.
Dark lashes clumpy and dark and long as though clad in mascara, fiery amber turned watery, hot, fat tears down the hollow of his pretty cheeks.
Jayce hiccups with his next sob.
You cradle his head closer, you whisper something small and comforting. His cock twitches in your still hand something fierce, weeps like the rest of him does.
âSteady, Jayce,â you tell him, âbreathe.â
âS-sorry,â he warbles. âTh⊠hah. That w-was close.â
âItâs alright,â you assure when he twitches again under the slightest movement of your hand, so much so his entire body flinches with it, curls in on himself like the pleasure he so deeply wants is hurting him. But you hold him steady, hold him safe, just the way he likes it: laying back in your bed so he can do nothing but receive, while youâre cozied up against his side, one hand at his nape, the other between his spread legs. âIf you want to, you can. Youâve earned it, sweet boy.â
And what you expect to be a nod, a meek little please, turns into an equally meek, but surprisingly decisive: âNoâŠâ
Itâs not rare, but itâs also not common, for him to be taking the pace of his pleasure in his own hands. Itâs usually up to you â and itâs a pleasant surprise when it isnât.
âI c-can⊠one more,â he breathes. You kiss his sweaty forehead, about to remind him heâs already done six, he doesnât need to deny himself a seventh time, but, âI want one more.â
You know he can. Jayce can do many things. But you canât deny him when he wants.
âYouâre sure?â You ask, rubbing the pad of your thumb over the leaky slit, the ruddy, sensitive little tip of him â god, all of him is so sensitive when you deny him. He writhes with it, hand shooting down to grab your wrist and still you.
âMmhmm.â Itâs so close to a sob itâs the loveliest hum youâve ever heard. Wet, small, broken and yet â so eager. So certain.
âOkay.â You dip your entire soul into the big wet dark amber of his wide, loving eyes, before you lean in to kiss his tear damp cheek. Itâs salty under your lips. His eyes fall shut when you do, soothing balm on an open wound, he presses into the kiss like a cat into a loving hand. âThen Iâll give you a moment before we go again.â
Jayce whimpers with the heartbreaking tone of a puppy when you abandon his desperate dick in favor of twirling your fingertips through the fuzz of his stomach. Itâs somewhere safe but interesting for your hand to linger while his pleasure fizzles back down to something containable.
You talk to him the same way youâd talk to a scared little animal. When heâs brainless like this, itâs not so much what you say, itâs how you say it â the hushed, warm tone of your voice, whispered close and comforting in the vicinity of his ear.
âSo good,â you praise. âSo patient. Letting me spoil you for so long today, Jayce.â You draw a heart shape with your fingertip into the pudge of his tummy. He grins all dopey and high about it.
Itâs scientific just as much as it is intuitive, to figure out when heâs ready. You measure it by the pace of his breath, the amount his cock drips, how tight he clenches his fists. Jayce settles just as fast as he crescendos.
Itâs not long before youâre trailing down the body hair below his belly button, and catching his gaze to check, to know for sure â
âReady,â he rasps. You already knew it.
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good boy â
reader x peeta mellark smut
a/n : iâm actually screaming this was so fun to write, pls repost if ya like it!! đ
contains : sub peeta mellark, soft dom reader, praise kink, multiple rounds, peeta and the reader own a bakery, pinv, talk of having kids, no protection, riding
MATURE 18+
Peeta Mellark was a hard worker. Partly because thatâs just who he was as an individual, but mainly because of his upbringing. The need to impress ran through his body as if it were his own blood. He craved praise, feened off of it as if it were a sweet, sweet nectar.
This notion was very present in his every day life. When heâd accidently burn a loaf or spill a bag of flour, his face would turn a rosey pink shade out of shame and heâs scramble to fix his mistake. His puppy dog eyes would shoot over to me, as if to scream âIâm sorry! Iâm so very sorry! Please donât hurt me!â, only to be met with a peck on the cheek and a whisper of âItâs okay, youâre fineâ. His eyes would soften, and his hands would become less clammy, brow less furrowed, and cheeks even rosier.
If I dared to give him a slight compliment in the morning, the blondeâs head would be in the clouds for the rest of the day, almost in a trance from the mere thought of his special girl thinking he was admirable.
At first, I thought this whole ordeal was sort of sad, I mean depressing even. Peeta was just so love starved.
But then I learned how to use it to my advantage.
There he was, on top of me, trying his very best to impress me. His cock pistoned in and out vigorously, each one of my moans encouraging him. My back arched off of the sheets as I wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to get him deeper.
He understood this rather quickly, trading speed for force and plunging himself directly into my core.
âGood boy.â I moaned out, almost automatically. His pace faltered for a moment, starstruck.
âSay that again.â He whimpered.
âSay what baby?â I questioned, confused as to why heâd stopped.
âUh, please can you um call me a good boy again?â He mumbled. Something in his eyes had shifted, he looked almost helpless.
âWellâŠâ I decided to tease him, rile him up more. âI can only do that if you act like one, so if you fuck me real good, yeah, you can be my good boy.â
Peeta nodded, beginning to thrust into me once again, determined to be a good boy.
âThatâs it, thereâs a good boy.â I cooed, gazing up at him with major âfuck meâ eyes.
His jaw slacked and he moaned deeply. âYouâre so- fuck, youâre so hot.â
I giggled at the love drunk expression on his face. âThank you, my handsome boy.â
I felt his cock twitch inside of me. God, praise really did have an effect on him.
âI- oh baby Iâm gonna come.â
I moaned as he fucked me deeply, hitting my g-spot with each thrust.
âGo ahead, come inside of me like a good boy.â
His eyes rolled back into his head as he came with his new found permission. He pulled out immediately, connecting our lips before lying down beside me.
âThat was- fuck, amazing.â He sighed, looking up at the ceiling.
There was silence for a few moments before he realized.
He sprung into apology immediately.
âHoly shit baby, you didnât come, did you? Iâm so sorry love, Iâll do whatever you want, eat you out, fuck you again, whatever you want. Iâm so stupid, I donât know how I-â
I pressed my lips to his to shut him up as I climbed on top of him.
âNo baby, you donât have to ride me, Iâm the one who messed up. Let me-â
âPeeta, I want you to be a good boy and listen to me.â
I angled his wet cock upward before sinking down onto it. I began working my hips.
âYou are not stupid, you are so smart.â I bounced on him as I spoke, âyouâre so good to me, everybody makes mistakes and thatâs ok. You have gotten me off a million times before. Youâre such a good fucking boy.â
He began to look away as blush creeped into his face. I grabbed his chin and forced him to look me in my eyes.
âYouâre so handsome baby, ah fuck- youâre such a hard worker, and youâll make an amazing father one day.â
My legs began to shake as I released on his lap, my cum flowing down his cock. I continued to ride him throughout my high.
âNow say it to me.â I ordered.
âYouâre so beauti-â
I shook my head, âNo, tell me about how much of a good boy you are.â
His face contorted, clearly too shy to say such things.
I touched his face lightly, âPeeta, good boys do what theyâre told. Be a good boy.â
He nodded, âUm- Iâm a good boy.â He whimpered, unsure of himself.
âI donât believe you. Say it like you mean it.â
He cleared his throat, looking into my eyes. âIâm a good boy. I made a mistake and thatâs ok. Iâm so handsome and will make a really good father. Fuck- Iâm gonna come.â
He released inside of me, painting my spongy walls white. His voice filled the room with pornographic noises. After letting him catch his breath, I crawled off of him. Peeta walked into the bathroom for a moment and came back with a damp rag and a smile on his face.
He began to slowly clean me up. I looked in between my thighs and laughed at the amount of semen that had collected.
âJeez, if we donât start being more careful, you might be an amazing father sooner than weâd imagined.â
He chuckled, pressing his lips onto mine. âIâd be ok with that.â
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pleasepleaseplease may i request where reader and gojo get scared of megumi when hes out of the shower and he has his hair down since its wet and they have some sort of ptsd from fighting toji in the past!!
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€êêêê fem!reader, megumi calls reader âmomâ, megumi calls gojo âdadâ, angst, hurt/comfort, megumi is a few years older than canon (18?)
a/n : not sure if this is exactly what you wanted, but i tried
âcan i have a kiss?â gojo mumbles against your neck. you tried to escape him leaving your shared bed and taking refuge on the living room couch. unfortunately for you, gojo follows you like a lost puppy. he had immediately flopped his body on top of yours. now youâre uncomfortable engulfed in his arms.
âmmm no.â gojo frowns against your neck, tickling your skin. you flinch and pull away from him.
âthat tickles.â you jab your finger against his shoulder to push him away from you. you immediately notice a flash of mischief in his eyes. your eyes widen in realization.
âdonât even think about it satoru.â of course heâs thinking about it. his slender fingers inch towards your sides. you slap them away but that only makes him laugh. you jump up and hold your hands up in defense.
âstop!â you squeal playfully. as gojo stands up, wiggling his fingers playfully you decide to make a run for it. you start off running down the hall. gojo is right on your heels and youâre sure heâs going to catch you.
unfortunately, you donât see the bathroom door open and megumi stepping out. you almost crash into him but you're able to stop before you reach him.
his hair still drenched, droplets of water dripping on his freshly cleaned shirt. the loud screaming that he heard before exiting the bathroom seized. he watches as the playful look in your eyes is replaced with a look of pure terror. for a second he thinks that heâs startled you by existing the bathroom, but when his eyes shift to gojoâs he realizes that itâs something else.
the look in gojoâs eyes matches yours. pure shock and terror. neither of you move from your spot. megumiâs worried eyes shift back to you. he doesnât like how youâre looking at him. youâve never looked at him with anything other than love.
âmom?â he reaches his hand out to rest on your shoulder but you step back, startled. he snatches his hand back as if heâs touched an open flame. he feels as if his heart has fell into the pit of his stomach.
âmom? dad?â he calls again. he refrains from touching you this time. he looks at gojo again. the look in his eyes has seemed to return to normal.
âwhatâs wrong with you both?â megumi asks. his voice is bare above a whisper. heâs startled by your lack of reaction. gojo sends him a sad look before grabbing you and turning you towards him. he places his hands on your cheeks and stares into your eyes. this is when he notices that your shaking.
âitâs okay. itâs okay.â gojo whispers. his fingers caress the apples of your cheeks. the relentless pounding in your chest seems to slow. you swallow the lump thatâs formed in your chest. his soft voice pulls you from your deep emotional state.
âmom? are you okay?â you hear megumi speak again. this time, now out of your trance-like state, you turn to him. his eyes are a little watery, making your heart hurt. you didnât mean to scare him and youâre sure he didnât mean to scare you.
megumi notice that the love has returned to your eyes. he reaches his hand out to touch you but he hesitates, afraid that youâll flinch away from him again. you notice so grab his hand into yours. you place your other hand on top of his
âyes, iâm okay.â
âwhat happened? did i- did i do something?â your heart crumbles at the fact that he thinks heâs done something to warrant your reaction.
âno, no. itâs not you. i just had a bad memory.â megumi sends you a questioning look and then shifts his eyes to gojo. gojo sends him a look. he knows that look. heâs telling him not to ask you any more questions about it. and because megumi never wants you to look at him that way again he leaves it at that.
âwell iâm glad youâre okay now.â
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#gojo satoru angst#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jujustsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu gojo#jujutsu kaisen angst#megumi fushiguro#jjk gojo#gojo x you#jujutsu Maiden#gojo angst#jujutsu kaisen gojo
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i'd give you the whole world if i only knew its price | ls18
am i a lance's girlie? no. am i becoming a lance's girlie? dont look at me
he seems so sweet idk why people hate on him
summary: lance's love language is giving gifts and when it came to giving something in return he'll accept only one way
warnings: none
pairing: fem!bffreader x lance stroll
The little girl sat on the curb, tears streaming down her rosy, tear-stained cheeks. In her tiny hands, she held her shattered helmet, unfit for further use. The girl wasn't crying because her father had scolded her for accidentally damaging the helmet. Instead, it was because, until she could find a replacement, she wouldn't be able to race with the other kids. That is, if there were any funds available for a new one.
Seeing the seven-year-old in tears, a slightly older boy, aware of the reason behind her distress, approached her with his newly purchased helmet in hand, crouching down in front of her.
"Here, you can have mine."
The girl stopped sobbing as he sat beside her, handing her the helmet, which she hesitantly accepted.
"I can't take it, my dad doesn't have any money left."
"You can take it, I always have two helmets with me."
The boy smiled at her, but uncertainty still lingered on her face. He glanced toward his father, who stood under one of the tents, observing the children a few meters away. Seeing the tearful face of the girl and the joyful expression on his son's face, he also smiled slightly and nodded.
"See?" he said, squeezing her hands that held the helmet. "My dad agreed. You can take it as a gift."
"Really?"
While her face was still wet from tears, her eyes no longer radiated sadness. Looking into the brown eyes of the boy, he nodded and he stood up, extending his hand.
"By the way, I'm Lance. Now, come on, it's about to start!"
"Please, Y/N, don't be like that."
The boy slumped onto the hotel bed, closely watching the girl's face on his phone screen.
"I'm sorry, Lance, but I can't."
She replied, her phone propped up against a coffee mug, engrossed in browsing job listings on her laptop.
"Why can't you just take it as a gift?"
Y/N scoffed and shook her head.
"Every month you give me some gift, Lance. Last month, as a 'gift,' you bought me a Birkin bag, and I don't even want to know how much it cost."
"You said your bag was falling apart, I wanted to make you happy."
She sighed and shifted her gaze to her phone. Lance looked at her attentively with his puppy eyes, visibly concerned. He wasn't seeing any problem here.
"The bag is gorgeous, and you have no idea how much joy you brought me," she said with grattitude in her voice. "But even a simple Target bag would make me happy, you know?"
"Yeah, probably. But this one is okay too, right?"
She laughed and shook her head.
"It's beautiful. Thank you very much."
Hearing her words, Lance breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing her smile, he did the same.
"So, if you want to repay me, let me fly you to Bahrain."
She lowered her gaze, and the smile faded from her face. Barely scraping by on bills and struggling to find a new job, spending her remaining money on plane tickets was the last thing on her mind. Even if, it could cover just one ticket.
"I can't afford to visit you, Lance."
"That's why let me take care of it. We haven't seen each other for so long, and I want to finally see you and start this season together," he said, looking at her worried face. Money meant nothing to him; he could send a private jet to pick her up, just to have her with him. "Please, Y/N."
She sighed and shook her head.
"I feel so embarrassed. I'll never be able to repay you for all of this."
"So, is it a yes? Can I book the tickets?"
He asked, hope in his voice, and a smile slowly crept back onto his face.
"Fine, but no more gifts this month, okay?"
"I'll try to meet that condition."
Lance and Y/N had been friends since the day he noticed her crying next to the carting track, holding her damaged helmet. They remained friends through all the years of go-karting, and their friendship persisted even when Y/N had to give up racing due to financial reasons.
At first, though she shudders at the thought even now, she hated Lance with every fiber of her being. It wasn't him she despised, but the obscene amounts of money his father had, providing him with everything he could dream of. Y/N was aware that Lance had both many fans and critics, so every time she came across unfavorable comments about him online, she felt embarrassed. After all, she used to cry and curse him every night, even though deep down, she didn't hate him; she just disliked the situation he was in, which she was not allowed to have.
Lance himself knew that without money, he would never have entered the serious world of motorsport. Numerous training sessions, expensive lessons, academy tests â Lance knew that money secured his current position, but talent couldn't be bought. He knew he could drive, and even the people who hated him online knew it too, disliking him simply because he succeeded. Being in Formula 1 cost the Canadian a lot, as he constantly felt like he didn't belong there. Even in the paddock, despite rarely facing personal comments, he knew many saw him as the boy with his daddy's big money. Lance often felt lonely, so he deeply appreciated every moment he could spend with Y/N. No one was as important to him as she was.
However, Y/N focused on being an ordinary teenager after giving up her motorsport career. She finished high school, got into college, even found a job and rented an apartment. Although her life didn't unfold exactly as she wanted, she stayed connected to motorsport through Lance, whom she supported as much as she could. Now things were getting complicated again as the season was about to begin, meaning she could only cheer for him from her couch. But for Lance, there were no such limitations. If he could solve a problem with money, he would. Furthermore, Lance found immense joy in showering Y/N with various gifts. Giving her presents was his love language, something that Y/N had no clue about.
"There she is."
Lance smiled at the sight of his friend, who stepped out of the taxi in front of one of the Bahrain hotels. She returned the smile, hugging him.
"I was talking about the bag, but it's nice to see you too," he teased, pointing to the Birkin she was holding, prompting her to playfully nudge him. Lance chuckled and embraced her, taking her suitcase and leading her inside the hotel.
"I hope the flight was okay and you're full of energy because we're going to a team dinner tonight."
"So, basically your dad is inviting us to dinner?"
She asked jokingly, looking at him as they entered the elevator.
"Technically, yes, my dad is inviting us to dinner."
Y/N laughed, "Well, Lawrence Stroll can't be refused."
Shortly afterward, they were on the right floor where both of them had their rooms. Lance handed her the key card and when she entered her room, she noticed a bouquet of roses and a small package on the bed.
"Lance..."
Turning around, she saw him biting his lip, trying to hide his smile.
"Yes, yes, I know, we had a deal. But these roses were practically free and the little gift next to it is, let's say, a shared one."
He explained, putting aside her suitcase. She also placed her bag down and approached the bed, picking up the bouquet of white roses. She smelled one and smiled, feeling their pleasant fragrance. Lance smiled too.
"You're impossible, you know that?"
"Open the gift."
He encouraged her, leaning against the wall.
She smelled the flowers once more and put them aside, taking the small package wrapped in black ribbon. As she untied it and unwrapped the light-colored paper, she discovered the familiar shade of green. It was a long, satin dress with thin straps, in the characteristic color of Aston Martin. She smiled to herself.
"I guess this is for tonight's dinner?"
Lance nodded, "Do you like it?"
"It's beautiful," she ran her fingers over the fabric, "I hope you have a shirt in the same color."
He chuckled.
"Don't worry, I won't disappoint you."
Indeed, at the agreed-upon time, Lance showed up at her door, wearing a shirt in the same color, black jeans, and matching shoes. He smiled at the sight of his friend, who opened the door ready to go.
"You look gorgeous. The color suits you."
Y/N laughed and closed the door behind her.
"That's good because otherwise, I would have to wear the white dress I brought with me, and someone might think I'm supporting Haas."
Lance laughed at her words, pleased to spend these few days with his friend. Honestly, he only stopped feeling lonely when she was around or when they had the chance to talk on FaceTime. Of course, it wasn't the same as having her physically by his side.
The evening passed in a pleasant atmosphere and time flowed effortlessly. Lawrence invited everyone who had arrived with Aston Martin to Bahrain, so instead of reserving a specific number of tables, Lance's father rented the entire restaurant for the evening.
Celebrating the team's excellent work during the winter months, the tables were adorned with champagne and white wine. Y/N had forgotten how weak her head could be, so after two glasses of wine during dinner, a slight buzz started to occupy her mind. Apologizing to Lance under the pretext of going to the bathroom, she stepped outside, sitting on the balcony. Despite being February, Bahrain offered pleasant temperatures, and even after the dark, a warm breeze caressed her exposed arms.
"Here you are."
The girl jumped, hearing his voice.
"You weren't around for half an hour, and I had the waitress check if something happened to you in the bathroom."
"I needed some fresh air."
Y/N replied, smiling at him. She noticed Lance's steps were a bit unsteady and a blush adorned his cheeks. When he sat next to her, she giggled.
"I can't believe we got tipsy."
Lance chuckled and rubbed his face with his hands.
"I won't lie, I'm feeling a bit dizzy."
Still giggling, the girl rested her head on his shoulder. Lance wrapped his arm around her waist and rested his cheek on her head.
"I'm glad you came."
"I'm glad you invited me."
"I'd give you the whole world if I only knew its price."
Hearing his words, Y/N raised her head and looked at his face. His brown, gentle eyes gazed at her affectionately and a faint smile played on the corners of his lips. Lance tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, gently caressing her cheek with his thumb.
"I hate that I can't give you anything in return."
Lance smiled, "Actually, there's something you could give me in return."
The girl raised her eyebrows inquisitively.
"You could be my girlfriend."
Y/N blinked several times, unsure if her slightly intoxicated mind was playing tricks on her or if she understood Lance correctly.
"Do you want me to be your girlfriend?"
"Oh, God, you have no idea how much."
The girl smiled and, without saying a word, cupped his cheeks in her hands and kissed him. Lance hugged her even tighter, returning the kiss, feeling a burst of fireworks in his stomach. He could bring her joy with money, and she could do it in just one way.
"I love you, Lance."
With love.
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imagine innocent!kabukimono going wild
smut. afab reader, fingering, tiny angst before kabukimono went wild. not proofread so... grammar errors(?)
i was too busy playing project sekai, everyone. i'm sorry. also, thank you for 200 followers. .·°Ő(â§âœâŠ)Ő°·.
kabukimono was a puppet. a naive puppet. or at least that's what you thought. he was new to the world, especially to human's feelings. he didn't understand them yet whyâ why did he feel so warm around you? why was he so afraid you might leave him as well? why did his heart goes doki-doki around you and his palm grow all sweaty whenever he's with you?
ah, it must be thatâ friends. but wait, friends don't feel like that toward each other, was what one of the kids in the village said. at last, he made up his mind to tell you about this matter instead.
"y/n?" as usual, you were reading a book when kabukimono suddenly knocked on your door. you turned around to find him looking at you with that innocent face of his. "hm? what is it?" you petted the empty space beside you, inviting him to sit beside you on the bed.
kabukimono walked over to you, noticing how tired you looked after helping the villagers for the day. he sat down beside you and laid his head on your lap, his arms snaking around your waist. he felt safe and loved being close to you. he didn't know why he did this, but he couldn't help himself. he just really liked to be near you.
naturally, you ran your fingers through his indigo hair despite being in confusion. "what's wrong?" your eyebrows furrowed as you asked him softly. did something bad happen to him that caused him to be this clingy? you were beyond concerned.
he suddenly looked up at you, his eyes full of tears, causing you to panicked. "I don't want to lose you," he whispered, his voice shaking. seeing him cry definitely made your heart ache. you quickly wiped his tears away as you too began to feel emotional, feeling tears forming in your eyes. "i- i won't leave you. i won't leave you, okay? so don't cry." your voice cracked as you said so.
kabukimono hugged you tighter, burying his face into your chest. he believed that you wouldn't abandon him, no matter what happened, but he's still scared. it was as if there's a voice in his head telling him you'd eventually leave him sooner or later. even so, having you there gave him some comfort.
"gosh..." a silent sigh left your lips as he cried softly on your chest. he's too schmaltzy, you couldn't even do anything about it. that's when you got an idea. "shall i kiss you to cheer you up?" you suggested, trying to stop him from crying. a little crazy idea, but that would do it.
kabukimono looked up at you, his eyes wide with surprise. he didn't expect such a thing from you, but he also didn't mind it. he nodded eagerly, his cheeks still wet from his tears. without a word, he leaned forward, giving you permission to do whatever you wanted. you could do anything you wanted to him, and he would let you.
you let out a chuckle as you felt him getting more and more excited. you couldn't help but think of him as a sad puppy. when you gave him food, he'd immediately get excited. slowly, you leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, cheeks, nose, jaw, and lastly, his lips. the kiss was slow and short as your hand crawled up to cupped his pale, soft cheeks.
a moment later, you pulled away to be met with a warm cheeks kabukimono. "there. do you feel better now? or should i kiss you more?" you asked with a small smile. your cheeks weren't that different from his, hinting that you're probably shy and your heart was beating millions per seconds yet you still acted like this was nothing to you.
the corner of kabukimonoâs lips curled upward, feeling much better. you kissed him just to cheer him up, and he was grateful. he leaned closer to you, giving you another small peck on the lips. this time, he held onto you tighter, not wanting to let go. you instantly reciprocated his hug, feeling warm in your chest and butterflies in your stomach. you pinched his cheek softly, earning a grunt from him, "you're so cute. i wish i could kiss you more." you blurted out accidentally.
kabukimono looked up at you with surprise, his eyes glistening under the room's light. he knew you meant well, and he trusted you completely. he leaned in again, he didn't hesitate as he pressed his lips against yours. he was nervous, but he also found himself enjoying the sensation. the reason was unknown, but he liked it so much, and he knew he wanted more. more kisses, more touches, more closeness. he needed them to survive.
you closed your eyes, savouring the taste of his saliva and the feel of his skin against yours. but the kiss quickly turned into a heat make-out session as he pushed you, so you're laying on the bed while he's on top of you. his wet tongue was now inside your mouth as he explored the depth of it. though, the longer you kiss him, the harder it was for you to breathe hence you pulled away, trying to catch your breath. kabukimono was fine as he's a puppet, he didn't need to breathe.
"have you kissed someone before?" it was kind of unbelievable that you're asking this question. but he was just too good at kissing, and it made you flustered. and for a second, you forgot you're making out with kabukimono, himself.
he shook his head, unable to speak due to the lack of vocal cords. he looked fine to you, but on the inside, he was really nervous and excited. grabbing your hands, he held onto them tightly. he wanted to tell you that he had never been kissed before, and he was so happy that you were his first kiss. he wanted to tell you that he loved you and that he would never leave you. but he couldn't, so he just held onto you, hoping that his actions would convey his feelings.
an awkward smile appeared on your feature when you realised you couldn't move your hands. "iâ i see... i'm sorry, that was wrong of me." you teared your gaze away from him as blush creeped up your cheeks, feeling slightly embarrassed because of your wrong assumption.
however, when you turned your head to the side, his hand grabbed your chin, forcefully making you look at him. his eyes held no malice, but it was no lie that you felt a little stunned and shocked at his sudden behaviour. when his eyes locked with yours, it seemed like an electric charge kept you from looking away. before you even realised, he crashed his lips against yours once again. this time, harder with a tad of hunger.
kabukimono moaned softly as he kissed you. his hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch of you as you whimpered and writhed underneath him in response. he wanted to touch you everywhere, and he didn't care if it was wrong or not. he was lost in the moment, and he wanted to stay that way forever. as he kissed you, he felt a surge of energy flow through him, filling him with life and happiness. it was the first time he had ever experienced something like this, and he wanted more. he wanted to feel this way all the time, with you by his side.
he wanted to express his love and gratitude to you, but he didn't have the words. instead, he showed you through his actions. he didn't mean to push you, but he was so desperate for affection and connection. his body responded to you in ways he didn't understand, and he didn't care. all he cared about was being close to you and experiencing these newfound feelings. he wanted to feel you deep within him, to hear your moans of pleasure, to feel your body tremble underneath his. he was lost in his own desires.
you couldn't believe how fast things escalated. he was so overwhelmed by his own emotions that he lost control. in the beginning, he thought you would be upset, but when he saw you all blushing and flustered, it only fueled his desire to kiss you more.
kabukimono groaned as he continued to kiss you passionately. he felt his body reacting to your touch, and he couldn't stop himself. he wanted to please you, and he would do anything to make sure you were satisfied. reaching down between your legs, he felt your wetness and excitement. he slid one finger under your kimono and pushed it inside of you, causing you to cry out in pleasure, his other hand still holding on your wrists tightly.
your soft whimpers were muffled by his lips as he began to thrust his slender finger inside you. you kept bucking your hips, trying to chase the pleasure he's giving you. "oneâ one more finger, please..." you pleaded. how could he refuse, especially when you begged him with your sweet voice and that cute face of yours.
kabukimono nodded eagerly, his eyes bright with desire. he slid another finger inside of you, causing you to cry out louder than before. he continued to thrust his fingers inside of you, moaning into your mouth as he did so. he wanted to make you feel good, and he wouldn't stop until you came on his fingers.
feeling an orgasm building up, you clenched your fingers as your walls clenched tightly around his fingers. when the coil in your stomach finally snapped, you moaned his name loudly, white liquid came spilling all over his fingers shamelessly. you panted heavily as your clit throbbed with neediness. you had just orgasmed, but you felt like it wasn't enough. though, you quickly dismissed that thought as you focused on kabukimono, who's right on top of you.
kabukimono grinned, feeling satisfied with his work. he leaned down and pressed his lips to your neck, sucking on it gently. "I want to please you," he said simply. he crawled off of you, then stood up. reaching for his kimono, he pulled it off and dropped it to the floor. he reached for your kimono as well, pulling it off you. he watched you carefully, wanting to make sure you were okay with everything he was doing. he then took off his own shorts, revealing his eager and hard cock, twitching to be inside you.
he wasted no time positioning himself above you before lining his hardened member with your entrance, wanting to feel your tight walls wrapped around him. he started to slowly enter you, giving you time to get used to his size, which earned a small moan from you.
kabukimono groaned as he felt you wrap yourself around his cock. he leaned down, pressing his lips to your neck once more. he moved his hips, starting to thrust slowly, each movement causing him to moan into your ear. eventually, he let go of your wrists as he reached down, cupping your breasts in his hands. he played with your nipples, rubbing them gently to further stimulate you.
he let out a breathy moan, his eyes shut as he began to thrust into you. he wanted to take you to heaven and back tonight, and he wouldn't stop until you screamed his name (again) in pleasure. he bit his lip, feeling your walls tightening around him and he increased his speed, fucking you hard and fast.
soft moans began spilling from your lips, feeling the way he slammed into you and reached the deepest parts of your pussy. god, you felt so good, your gummy walls wrapped tightly around him.
kabukimono moaned into your ear, his hands running through your hair. kissing your cheek, your neck, your collarbone, he increased his speed, wanting to feel you come around him. he felt your walls squeeze around his cock, causing him to groan in satisfaction. as if that's not enough, he pinched your nipples, causing you to mewled in pleasure.
your moans grew more desperate the faster and the sloppier he thrusted into you. moaning his name loudly as you came on his cock, your thighs trembling and your walls fluttering around his length. he wailed, feeling your walls contract around his cock. he came, shooting his seed deep within you. he held onto you tightly, not wanting to let go. kissing your forehead, he gave you a warm smile. "one more round, yeah?" he whispered before leaning down and giving you an open-mouthed kiss.
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âč á(á ÂŽ Ë)à© âĄ âŠ SLIM PICKINS âĄ
track nine of the short nâsweet series. pairing: bountyhunter!rafe x reader. based loosely on the song slim pickins by sabrina carpenter. enjoy! à»ê°Ő Üž. .ÜžŐê±á
maybe you were just understimulated and bored. maybe you kind of liked when he got jealous.
you sit at his side on a bench outside the motel room for a while when you bring it up. heâs stiff, got you pinned to his side with an arm around you like someone forced him to do it. you figured he was trying to bond, show affection â but still had that little fear youâd just up and run off. the two of you stare out over the desert and a horse whinnies in the distance.
âyâknow i had a boyfriend âfore you stole me.â you tell him quietly. you try not to sound accusatory, voice quiet enough to do so but his nose twitches to turn up anyway.
âyouâŠwhat?â
âon the barn. where i lived.â you begin, treading carefully and he turns to glance at you, curious. âhe lived in the farmhouse the other side of the land. my age. we knew eachother since we were little, used to play on the tire swing in my garden. only recently he became my boyfriend.â you reminisce and rafes spine tingles and his neck feels a little hotter at the way thereâs still a tinge of sadness to your voice after all this time of travelling with him. nothing was ever enough for you.
however, heâs got nothing else to do and heâs curious.
âyeah? whatâs this boyfriend of yours like then?â he drawls, clearly unimpressed but you seem unshaken. rafe had talked to you in crueller ways before.
âbrown hair⊠brown eyes. he was really generous, would do anything for my family. sometimes he played it a little safe i mean, he waited so long to even ask to kiss me but⊠he was sweet. i miss when men were sweet.â
âi can be sweet. iâm so damn good to you.â rafe blurts out, and you nearly laugh because of how irritated he sounds in contrast.
âyou kidnapped me.â
âughâ right, âcusâ âcus itâs always my fault right? you know my dad made meâ whatever.â he steams off into a lecture and you relax at his side, unbothered. it almost bothered him more that you didnât react to his explosiveness anymore, especially at a moment like this. you were still thinking of him.
he sighs, petulantly and sits back in his seat too, rubbing beneath his nose, legs spread casually as he thinks. you figure that would be that, and you knew not to poke the bear. surprisingly, after a minute â rafe speaks again.
âif you could⊠if you could go back nâbe on that barn where i took you from⊠would you⊠would you be there, with him?â he gets bashful and snappy, enunciating with a flat hand extended. rafe always talked with his hands and you found it interesting.
truly, you donât know. to pose such a complex question after all the time youâd spent together made that line appear between your brows. he doesnât have to look at you to feel you shrug.
several hours later and heâs got your face in a pillow, ass in the air. no matter what kind of day the two of you had, what kind of conversations bestowed upon you â if rafe needed to get his dick wet, that was exactly what would happen. heâs basically in your guts, and youâre sobbing so loud as your walls spasm around him that youâre sure the motel would receive noise complaints.
a coarse hand slides up your spine and grips the back of your neck as he pounds you before he slots around to the front to hold your throat off the bed, bicep bulging at the position. he talks, and it takes you a second to digest it. youâre not used to conversation out of dirty talk.
âdid he ever make you feel good like this? thatâ that boyfriend of yours?â he grits his teeth. you shake your head, mouth too occupied with forming an âoâ shape as he hits a new spot and he lightly smacks your cheek. just hard enough to regain your attention. âyeah you better use those wordsââ
âno! noâ he didnât.â you pant like a puppy, a string of drool still attached to the pillow from your lip.
âuh huh. yeah i fuckinâ bet.â he chases you up the bed a little when you arch away, too sensitive and holds you down, continuing to rough house your sore pussy. âmightâve been good to you but he wouldnât fuck you like this huh? wouldnât make you cum this god damn hard.â
you respond something, but by this point itâs muffled â head dropped into the pillow suffocating all sound. gripping the hair at the back of your head, he yanks your head up and licks his lips, determined to hear you. ânah, speak.â
âtooâ mmphââ
âyeah?â
âtoo nice! he was too nice!â you wail, walls fluttering and he huffs out a smirked chuckle, jaw clenching as he uses you like a sex toy.
âmm. thatâs uh, thatâs real fucked up baby. just needed a big mean man to get you right, huh?â
rafe was fucked up, but he wasnât often wrong.
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ă my "i love you" ă | pt. 2 ăăă
He maneuvers to block your path, grip on your arms bordering painful. âI love youââ
âYouâre drunk.â You hiss, nails digging into his shoulders as you drag him to the front door. âYou donât even want to hear what I have to say?â Huffing, you gather his things together and shove them to his chest.
ââ synopsis ăYour best friend with benefits seeks clarity on your relationship
pairing ăswitch!top choi beomgyu x f! reader
.á genre ăangst, smut, fluff
.á tags ăfwb to lovers, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), overstimulation, arguing, pet names, frotting, a lot of kissing, breeding, idk what else
.á status & word count ătwo-parts | 3.54k
part 1 | part 2
.á warnings/notes ănot proofread, sorry this took so long. enjoy!
Droplets fall rapidly against your windowsill, thunder clapping when the lightningâs glow hits Beomgyuâs faceâhighly alluring as his muddy puppy eyes drown in yours so intensely, so vast.
It makes you feel like absolute shit.
Your stomach bubbles over as you wrap your hands around his, retracting them from its hold on your face. Itâs heavier without it. He looks at you in concern, confused at your end goal.
Heâs patient, oh so patient. It almost makes you seethe with anger at how much he still doesnât understand. Giving up with a sigh, you look away from him. âIs that any better?â
Beomgyu observes you with knitted brows, trying to come up with a solution and an answer as if it were a math equation. âI donât,â cutting himself off, he blinks frantically, looking for the right thing to say. âWhy are we even here then? You wanted it in the first place!â
You donât have an answer. The only plausible one would be to tell him that itâs because you love him, how much pain it brings you to continue going on like this with someone who doesnât feel the same, how sad it leaves you when he walks out the door.
You swear as you pick up and put on the pile of clothes strewn on the floor, frustrated at all of the sudden rush of emotions that make you answer in blunt, meaningless venom. âI was bored and horny months ago. Now I donât want any of this.â The brunetteâs face is laced with hurt, chest huffing and nostrils flaring. âIâm not your personal vibrator. You canât just boss me around or order me whenever you need me.â Hands reaching to massage your temples, you hiss, âI never asked you to be any of that! Youââ
âIâm just a glorified dildo to you. Thatâs all you ever call me for anyway.â Scoffing, you storm off into the bathroom, washing yourself off the filth on your hands, on your arms. âIâm just a pocket pussy to you!â You scream back, âDonât think youâre on the losing end here.â
âHow lucky of me,â He fires back, stomping into the foyer. âYouâre such an asshole. Donât even text me.â He hurriedly ties his laces, more or less falling over himself as he takes his anger out on the doorknob. âI wasnât planning to, prick!.â He shoves a middle finger up into your face, one last gesture before heâs slamming the door, sound echoing through the hollow apartment.
The weather doesnât cease, quite the opposite. Precipitate thuds and crashes heavily, thunder roaring as the lightning halfway blinds you from how close it is. On the ground is Beomgyuâs brown automatic umbrella, still wet from earlier. You palm its button, taking a long breath, unlocking your door.
Looking around, almost everything is shrouded in rain and fog. You hold tightly onto the umbrella, wind howling prior to it nearly knocking you back along with it. You donât see him, donât know which direction he went.
You curse at yourself for not knowing, you curse at Beomgyu for leaving. You beat yourself up for being too big of a pussy to actually say something, anything helpful to him.
The umbrella finds itself useless, tears streaming down your face. With drenched clothes and wet slippers, you trudge back into your apartment and overthink yourself to sleep on the couch.
Youâre pathetic. Really pathetic. But maybe itâs just the flu making you extra emotional. Sobbing into your blankets, it doubles as a makeshift tissue boxâburrowing your red, inflamed nose against it. Itâs gross, and you should really go to bed, but your friends said theyâd swing by to drop something off at your place; something to make you feel better.
As you answer the door, you take in the ironyâ the latter phrase couldnât be more wrong. Heâs here, a few inches away from your grasp, but heâs here. Heâs drunk and blinking very hard in hopes that he can gain balance, but heâs here.
Beomgyu raises the bag of warm food in a translucent plastic bag, waving it in front of your face. Not really sure what to say anymore, you move away from the door to let him in. He rambles about the empty cupboards and kitchen countersâsetting down the insulated tupperwares he brought. A fog of vapor releases into the air when he opens one of them. Itâs tempting, and youâre really sick and really tired, not to mention hungry. Regardless, you stand your ground; if staring at him waiting for him to explain counts. He apologizes, says heâs been busy; though you already knew that. He knows you know, knows heâs just filling awkward space. The both of you just wait for each other to say something. A tired drunk versus a tired sick person whoâs sort of drunk on cough syrup. âYour umbrella is by the doorframe.â The look on his face says heâs unsure what to make of that. Were you just stating a fact? Did you think itâs what he came for? Or did you want him to leave so badly? His breathing is shaky, anxiety catching up to him as he busies himself with the take-out. âI can buy another one any day,â He lies through his teeth. You know, because heâs treasured it and itâs brown bear print since the day you met. âI heard the others say you were sick, and I came.â
âYou stopped your drinking session to come visit me?â Itâs earnest curiosity, mixed with a hint of attitude. âI stopped by to check on you, I was worried about youâus.â An eyebrow raises as you watch the other shift stiffly in his seat. âUs?â His gaze backs down, palming the back of his neck. âYeah, us. We left things on a weird note last time.â Head spinning, you slouch into one of the chairs. âBeoms,â He lights up at the acknowledgement, deflating once he sees the concerned look on your face. âIâm really tired, I think you should leave. Iâll pay you back for the food some other time.â
Without warning, he springs across the table, clutching your face and pressing down hard on your lips. His teeth gnash against your unmoving ones, frantic to get you moving. When you do, itâs a shove to his shoulders, causing him to stumble backwards. âBeomgyu, what the fuck?â The brunette winces at your tone, panicking when you get up to back away from him. âIâm sorry! I just wanted to talk to you.â
âYeah and eating my face off is part of the plan?â You retort, shaking off the wrist that holds you in place. âI know Iâm sorry!â He maneuvers to block your path, grip on your arms bordering painful. âI love youââ
âYouâre drunk.â You hiss, nails digging into his shoulders as you drag him to the front door. âYou donât even want to hear what I have to say?â Huffing, you gather his things together and shove them to his chest.
You want to be mad. You want to curse him out for everything heâs unknowingly put you through, but when you see his face, so remorseful and full of hurt and you remember how itâs not even his fault. âGet your shit together. Call me when you're sober and Iâm not on cough syrup; so we can both think clearly.â Eager is an understatement, immediately nodding as he drops all his things to drape his arms around you. He hugs as if heâs afraid of how youâd look at him when you part, as if separating from you would be so wrong it was almost inhuman. Still, he detaches himself. âOkay.â
You think youâve been standing outside his apartment complex for about twenty minutes. Anxiety eats away at your stomach acid, tapping your foot on the ground as you stare at Beomgyuâs last message.
Itâs the right place, same structure on maps and easy to find, though maybe youâre trying to come up with a reason not to push through with this. You didnât even know he transferred buildings, taken by surprise at the random notification that pinged your phone at three in the morning. After viewing it, the confrontation with him plagued your mind, scenarios running wildly in your head as you overthink every possible outcome.
A shy smile graces Beomgyuâs face when he lets you in, easing the apprehension a little. The area is cluttered with all types of trinkets and memorabilia from him and his roommates, though you can see how his stands out to you the most. Thereâs a cute wall full of photo strips from all of his friends, though none containing you had caught your eye. The unease makes its way back to you, gulping down as he guides you across the studio, passing the living area and miscellaneous doors. âIâll get you something to drink. You can just sit on the bedâor on the floor, orâit doesnât really matter.â With that he leaves, and youâre greeted by a plethora of mixed ornaments: A few instruments lazily strewn against the walls and racks, study desk devoid of any actual study materialâreplaced by a new curved flatscreen for his desktop, posters for different genres of music and fiction neatly arranged on one wall.
You stop to inspect the cork board behind the monitor; a few photos of the two of you taped and pinned along with random receipts and to-do lists. Your heart sinks a little, recalling the abrupt confession from nearly a week ago. You know what he said, but itâs best not to get your hopes up, youâre his closest friend after all. Beomgyu kicks the door open with mild force, startling you. He huffs out a chuckle, âI donât actually have anything, so I just got us water.â With a nod, you flump onto the edge of the bed, twiddling your thumbs. For a while, the two of you just sit there, staring at each other. Your eyes bare into his, cheeks flaring up as collateral as he blurts out, âI meant it. Everything I said the other night.â You set the glass slowly onto the nightstand, shifting up the bed. The brunette mimics your actions, making sure you donât run away or divert away from him. âI think youâre confused, Gyu.â His lids shut in frustration, gnawing back a portion of his cheeks. âNo you donâtââ You cut him off, rambling. âItâs my fault, ever since I asked you to sleep with me weâve been blurring the lines a bit too far.â
He charges at you, palm clasped over your face. âYouâre not listening to me.â Through muffled protests, you exclaim, âButââ Another hand pushes you against the headboard, âYou never listen to me. All you do is make assumptions about how I feel and how itâs affecting me when you donât even let me speak for myself. I told you I love you and you shut me up, like youâre telling me how I feel.â The weight of his body nearly crushes you, eyes sealed as you feel the comforting pressure numbing your nerves. âI know how I fucking feel. Iâve never been so sure of anythingâever. So no, Iâm not going to let you bitch about how things should be going between us without my decision.â He bites down on the plump of his lips, trying to find the words to say. âYou donât give a shit about me, and I let it slide because Iâm so desperate for anything you do. I run miles the minute you text me to come over, or did you not even know I moved?â Shying away in guilt has him laughing madly, tugging the ends of his own hair. âSee? You only think about yourself like the selfish prick you are. Everything is always about you.â
His laughter dies down, liquid drops cascading onto your shirt. âDo I really mean that little to you? What else do you want from me?â Your words are lost in between the silence and the steady sniffling, gazing up slowly to meet his own. What else can you say? What do you want? How blind could you have been to ignore Beomgyu, your best friend over everything else?
So you donât say anything.
You lean forward, prolonged eye contact undisturbed as your breath fans his lips. Itâs agonizing, how slow you both areâif any of you are moving at all. His lips brush against yours, sighing into youâitâs as sweet as nectarine. He takes you in like heâs never eaten anything better, yet restraining himself from hasty gestures, savoring every turn of your tongue and groove of your mouth. Your body slants against his, shifting upwards as he wraps your legs around his, hands on the meat of your thighs. His body stutters, reluctantly pulling away. âLetâs⊠We should stop now. Before one of us gets hurt.â
Your face softens, taking his hands in yours and peppering his fingers with delicate pecks. âI would never dream of hurting you, baby.â He melts onto your shoulders, burying himself in your collarbone. âI donât want things to stay as they are.â He comments as you kiss the side of his head, stroking his hair as your other hand thumbs over his knuckles. âI donât want things to stay as they are either.â
He jumps up at the revelation, breathing unrhythmically. âAnd if it ruins our friendship?â You kiss the knot off the brows on his forehead, planting them on spots of visible tension strewn across his face. âThen weâd still be lovers, no?â Your words have Beomgyu in a trance, and he thinks heâs lucid dreaming. âLovers?â You hum in agreement, tucking the stray strands of brown behind his ear. âDo you not want that?â
âOf course!â He blurts, clearing his throat in embarrassment. âI mean, of course I do. With you. Only you.â
âOnly me?â You tease, but he takes it at face value, pleading. âOnly you. Forever.â
âThatâs cheesy.â He scoffs, pushing you down on his bed. âShut up, you want me.â
âI do. Only you.â To that he grins, giggly and innocent as if he wasnât grinding his knee into your cunt. âI wanna taste you.â You hoist his chin up, stopping him from going down on you. âBaby,â You coo, âyouâre so cute. But I think I owe you head today.â Lips parting, he wastes no time ridding himself of his sweats. âAnd for the last million times.â He retorts in a half joke. âI know, Iâm so sorry.â Pouting for sympathy, you rub your cheek against his underwear. âIâll make sure to make up for all of it.â He stifles a moan, hips moving at nothing. âMy needy prince.â Disregarding your teasing, he focuses on the movements of your fingers, skilled and articulated as they work his cock. âThatâs gonna take forever.â He replies, earning a shrug from you. âWe have the time.â
You trace the shape of its head, licking and kissing it until you stop at his balls, repeating over and over again until he tells you to stop. With a deep breath, you take as much of him as you can, hitting the back of your throat as he screams. All the sounds youâre making go straight to his dick, Forearms covering his eyes. You reach to swat them away, forcing his eyes on youâyou do the same. He whimpers when you hump the mattress below him, slick staining the sheets. His hands intertwine with yours, staring straight at the sight as he bucks into your mouth.
ââM sorry, so weak.â Heâs gasping for air, palms flat on the back of your head, shoving you down his length. âCanât control itâneed your mouth.â Your cunt throbs with every grunt he makes, nose hitting his skin. His noises get louder, pitch raising. âNoâstopââ But you donât listen, hands on his ass while he pushes your face off him. He wants to see you, see you blissed-out painted in his seed when he comes. You donât let him, swallowing around his dick as you take every pump of cum that flows into your mouth. He falls over your shoulder gasping, grabbing your head to meet his with a kiss. âYouâre so mean, I thought today was about me?â You hum, crawling back up the headboard and discarding the rest of your clothing. âSo you didnât like it? âCause I canââ
He cuts you off immediately, shaking his head fervently. âNo! I just wanna see your face.â
âAw, did my baby miss me that much?â You coo, âIt was only a week.â With a huff, he lines his member and rubs it against your wet pussy. âA week too long.â Laughing, you caress his cheek, fingers kissed by him. âWeâll do it as much and as long as you like.â He ruts harder against you, moans filling up the room. âYouâll be the death of me.â
You snarl, impatient. âStop talking and fuck me already.â
He only slides the tip in you, smirk growing as he watches you writhe for friction.
Beomgyu watches the crease in your brows, the quiver of your lips, the restlessness of your arms. He kisses every feature of you he can, filing the memories away. âI love you.â
You're barely able to mumble it back as he bottoms out, a resounding thud sounding from the base of his dick and onto your ass. âGod, you feel so fucking good.â He rolls his hips slow and deep, eyes trained on youâwatching your mouth fall open and close. You donât make any noise, but heâs here to change that. Pressing down on your stomach, he feels the outline of his cock as it moves in and out, the bulge so visible you shut your eyes closed in embarrassment. You gasp when he bends down to kiss you again, hold on your chin steady as he directs it to the view that connects the two of you. After a few seconds, he pulls your face to meet his. âYouâre gonna watch me. And I wanna hear all the pretty sounds you make.â Without warning, he pummels into you, your back arching off the sheets and drool pours from your mouth when he hooks his thumb into it. âBâBeomgyuââ
âMineâŠAll mine nowâgonna ruin you for anyone else.â You whine and thrash underneath him, fingernails digging into his arms as he plays with the nub of your clit. âNobody elseâs, only yours.â He chuckles, âThatâs right, love. Where do you want it?â You can barely string words together, fucked out beyond belief as his thrusts get harder, loosing rhythm. âInside!â His cock pulses at your words, slowing down to stop himself from coming.
âYou want it inside? Want me to breed you full of cum?â He says in a low voice, hands roaming your body while licking at your tits.
Youâre so animated, every part of your body moving against his for relief, holding back a moan when your hole clenched around him. âFilthy⊠But youâre my baby, and I love you so, so much. Of course Iâll give you what you want.â He picks up the pace, hips pounding into you relentlesslyâthe sound of skin slapping mixed with the smell of sex is as suffocating as it is intoxicating.
Youâre loud and screaming a slurry of words you arenât even sure make sense, cock-drunk as he fucks you through your first orgasm. Itâs not long before a second one barrels through you, walls clenching tighter as he spills his own seed inside, milky white and full as he makes you ride out both your highs.
Your cum mixes as it pools around your ass and the base of his dick. He litters your face and body with kisses, stopping at your lips to devour it hungrily. Itâs all drool, hot gasps of air shared when you disconnect with a line of spit.
He doesnât pull out, staring at the sight for a few seconds before carefully settling at the space next to you, making sure not a single drop leaks out.
âJust to be clear, weâre dating now right?â âYes, you idiot. Did you not hear anything I said? Did you ignore the part where I agreed to you breeding me?â His face flushes, hiding himself between the junction of your neck and shoulder. âJust making sure.â Beomgyu snakes his arm on top of your waist, draping a leg onto it and sighing, content.
ââŠ.So nobody else, right?â You groan, turning your head to face him. Itâs hard, and you wince at the position change when his dick prods around inside you, cum leaking onto the sheets. âNobody else.â You reply, resting your head back against his chest. âOnly you.â
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