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steddiealltheway · 1 month ago

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1984 is not Steve Harrington’s year.

Not only does he find out that his girlfriend doesn’t actually love him, but somehow the creepy monster thing that united his now ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend, came back in the form of some type of monster dog.

The highlight of his year might actually be befriending a nerdy middle schooler who introduced him to said monster dog - which he named Dart of all things... something to do with a candy bar.

He groans at the thought as the music from downstairs carries into his room. For some reason, Tommy Hagan decided to temporarily ignore the fact that he ditched Steve for the new keg king, Billy Hargrove, who managed to give Steve something else to worry about while literal Hell crawled its way into Hawkins, in favor of throwing a New Year's Eve party in the Harrington residence.

Typical for the year Steve's having. Why not end it horribly too?

He glances at the clock, relieved that it's already somewhat close to midnight. If it weren't for the noise, he would consider trying to sleep through this one. Instead, he lays back on his bed and hopes that no one tries to disturb him.

As if the universe can hear his thoughts, and then curse them, the door to his bedroom swings open.

Steve sits up with a huff and frowns at the person.

A guy with medium length curly hair and doe eyes stares back at him with a big smile that screams chaos.

"Sorry, dude," Steve says, "Bedroom is off limits. Go hookup, smoke, or whatever somewhere else."

Instead of leaving, the guy closes the door behind him and locks it.

Steve scoots back on the bed, hand reaching back to wrap around the nail bat he leaves behind his nightstand.

The dude raises his hands in mock surrender, silver rings glinting in the light streaming in from Steve's window - blinds open enough so he can make sure no one does anything weird in his pool. "Listen, man, I'm not here to hurt you or anything. Although you might hurt me when you hear why I'm here."

There's something about his voice that sounds familiar to Steve when it suddenly hits him - all the yelling and stomping around on tabletops. "You're Eddie Munson."

Eddie smiles and bows dramatically. "Guilty as charged."

Steve's frown deepens, and for a fleeting moment he thinks Dustin would really like the guy. "So, why would I hurt you if I hear you out?"

"Because, Steve," Eddie draws out his name as if it has a deeper meaning, "I was downstairs thinking about what a wonderful year I've had, and I decided that I might as well start the year with a little chaos."

Steve's grip tightens around the bat in case he's some sort of satanic serial killer or something, although his gut tells him that he shouldn't be scared of the man. "What do you mean by chaos?"

There's a strange glint in Eddie's eye when he shoves his hands in his pockets and rocks on the feet as if he wants to move closer to Steve but has decided to plant himself by his door. "I mean... I came to this party to sell my supply and after my whole lunchbox was cleaned out, I started thinking about who I should kiss at midnight. Or more precisely, who would be the worse option, or rather, the option that would bring the most-"

"Chaos. Yeah, I got that part," Steve cuts him off.

Eddie's smile changes to something genuine for a moment as he comments, "Wow, Steve Harrington is actually listening to me."

Steve rolls his eyes, grip loosening on the bat. "I'd rather you not stand on my desk to get my attention." To Steve's surprise, Eddie actually laughs in response and pulls a strand of hair in front of his face to hide his smile. And to Steve's much greater surprise, his heart starts beating a little faster and he finds it harder to not smile back at him. "So, chaos?" Steve prompts.

"Right," Eddie says, rocking on his feet again, "Chaos." He ducks his head for a moment as if hyping himself up for the next thing he's going to say, which is when Steve entirely releases his grip on the bat, realizing that Eddie is more scared of him. "So, I thought, to start the year off with the most chaos, I would choose someone to kiss that would bring the most chaos. And I thought, why not the host of this party?"

Steve frowns. "Tommy's downstairs."

Eddie mirrors his frown. "You're not hosting?"

"Why would I be in my room if I'm hosting?"

"Why would the party be in your house if you're not hosting?"

It suddenly hits Steve. "Wait, you want to kiss me?"

Eddie takes a step back, hovering even closer to the door than he was before. "Consensually, of course."

It takes a moment for Steve to fully process what is being asked. "You think I'm the worst option to kiss?"

"That's what you're asking?" Eddie asks, trailing off to mutter something like, "The fragile ego of athletes, I swear."

"I got dumped this year. Of course my ego is low."

Eddie smiles bashfully. "Sorry, my uncle always tells me I'm not as quiet as I think I am." And there's something about Eddie's cheeks that are slightly flushed, the strand of hair he starts tugging at again, and the way he can't stop bouncing as if he's buzzing with energy and nerves that makes him so...

"Yes," Steve blurts out suddenly. For a moment, he wonders if the mindf- mind fly? mind... whatever evil thing from a few weeks ago has possessed him.

"Yes what?" Eddie asks sounding genuinely confused. As Steve stands up to look out his blinds and shut them, Eddie rambles, "Yes, I'm not as quiet as I think I am? Or yes, you're about to punch me, and I'm going to finally figure out how it felt when you got your face bashed in a few weeks ago?"

Steve rolls his eyes before holding up both of his hands, mimicking Eddie's pose when he first came into the room. "Yes, I'll kiss you."

It's as if Eddie has forgotten he's asked the question the way his jaw drops, and he stares at Steve like he's said the most confusing thing he's ever heard. Which... to be fair... is highly likely.

"You want to kiss me?"

Steve takes a small step closer to Eddie. "I want to give you your chaos."' When Eddie doesn't look convinced, Steve takes a step closer to him, hand running through his hair as he continues, "Who knows, maybe it'll give me good luck or something for next year by cancelling out the chaos from this year."

Eddie nods. "Okay. You're giving me your chaos. Yeah. That makes sense."

"And you're taking my chaos away," Steve agrees, trying to tell himself that this is a rational decision. "This makes sense."

"You're not going to beat me up?" Eddie asks, risking a small step away from the door.

Steve shakes his head. "Seems like a bad way to start the year, don't you think?"

Eddie nods as Steve steps closer to him, slowly, as if not to startle him away. "You know, I thought just asking you would be chaotic enough as is and then I could run away and pretend you hallucinated or something when you tried to beat me up."

"Should've asked Hargrove then," Steve says, cocking his head to the side. "Does that mean you don't actually want to kiss me?"

Eddie swallows and shakes his head. "I didn't say that."

Just as Steve gets in front of Eddie, he hears people downstairs counting down from ten. "Good," Steve says, "Because there isn't enough time to find someone else."

Eddie scoffs, the countdown now at eight, "That's not true for you."

"Maybe, but I'm not really looking to find anyone else right now. Are you?" Five.

Eddie smiles and takes a step forward. "No." Three.

Steve reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind Eddie's ear. "Good." One.

Steve's not really sure who moves first or if they move together, but the yells of, "Happy New Year" are drowned out as Eddie's lips meet his in a kiss that feels more desperate than Steve expected. He's not sure why they're kissing as if the countdown was for the end of the world, but he really doesn't care.

It's only when Steve's gets a little carried away, Eddie's back slams against Steve's door with a thud that's loud enough to alert anyone that something's happening in Steve's room, that Steve breaks away with a gasp, seeking the air Eddie's stolen from him. He wonders if - hopes - it's the chaos he's taken.

"Happy New Year," Steve whispers, hands cupping Eddie's face while Eddie's are tangled in the mess he's made of Steve's hair. He's not sure when either of those things happened.

"Happy fucking New Year, Steve," Eddie mutters, hands slowly dropping from his hair.

Steve's hands hold onto Eddie's face a little tighter for a moment, and he sees the moment a bit of fear sparks in Eddie's eyes. Steve quickly shakes his head. "No, I'm not about to beat you up. It's just... I kind of slammed you against the door a little hard there, and if someone else is up here and they see you..."

"Chaos," Eddie fills in with a nod, "And not the good kind."

"Yeah," Steve sighs, "Not the good kind." He glances to his window where the blinds are firmly shut - thank you Jonathan for teaching him that lesson - and down at the locked doorknob before looking back at Eddie. He glances at his lips momentarily before blurting out, "Stay with me."

Eddie's jaw drops, mouth opening slightly in shock.

Steve steps back, hands reluctantly leaving Eddie's face. "Stay until everyone clears out at least. No ulterior motive."

Eddie shoves his hands into his pockets and moves back into Steve's space. "What if I want there to be an ulterior motive?" He tilts his head down and gives Steve a case of lethal puppy dog eyes. "Fully take your chaos away, remember?"

Steve is absolutely sure that this in no way will take away the chaos of his previous year and will likely only invite questions, confusion, and further chaos into 1985.

"Yeah, I remember," Steve says, pulling Eddie into another desperate kiss.

Maybe Eddie was onto something about starting the year with a little chaos. And maybe 1985 will be his year.

(i accidentally wrote a tiny epilogue later in the tags that i really like)

#a sort of epilogue later in the tags ;)#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie ficlet #steddie new years #happy belated new years #oh #they both agree to never mention it again in the morning #then lo and behold #later that year dustin is telling him about meeting the one and only eddie munson #and hey maybeeee when steve picks dustin up from hellfire club around new years going into 1986 #eddie is like “hey harrington. have any new years plans? ;)"#and they secretly make out about it again that new years eve #but steve still refuses to hang out with him as much as dustin heckles him #because he doesn't know what he'd do if he ended up liking the guy #turns out he ends up REALLY liking the guy #and while everyone thinks he's dead #steve hides eddie in his basement #and he gets to stay long enough that they get to celebrate the new year once again #then again every year after that #and they live happily ever after #the end :)

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drluvsick · 7 months ago

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𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐬

you hand make them a replica of themselves in the form of a plushie! 📝 gn! reader. btw relationship is mutual pining. would’ve made the headers as the hashira’s plushies but�� coloring would’ve been ughhh. maybe i'll post it separately!

word count : 1.6k+

𝐆𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐈 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐀

“for me?” he’s surprised before it melts into a smile. with the plushie in hand, he rolls it around feeling the details from his hair to outfit, getting a general view of what it could look like.

“this is very kind of you. i will cherish this for the rest of my life.” he puts a hand on your head, gently petting you as you hug him in return. he’s happy at the action, his large body engulfing yours as he hugs you back. you’re relieved that he’s blind so that he’s not able to see your blush, but with your heart beating unusually fast and loud, you’re sure he can hear it and deduct it himself.

gyomei thinks that perhaps you may hear his heart beating abnormally as well in the moment.

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐈

he thinks it’s perfect. would’ve added more glitter, but then he thinks that maybe it’s better off that the entire plush isn’t covered in the tiny monsters. (he held the gift for a few seconds and then BAM, glitter EVERYWHERE on his hand)

he loves how flashy the doll is. it seems to shine and sparkle even in the dark of night.

he obviously treats you to a shopping spree or restaurant “date” with him after (after both of you furiously wash your hands from all that glitter).

absolutely takes mini tengen with him when he’s with you. you both brainstorm ideas for him and his little comrade to match outfits (off to the fabric store!).

this small gift secretly makes him scream inside. when he gets home from the interaction, you BET he’s going to be humming the entire rest of the day, unable to sleep because his thoughts are all filled of you.

𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐊𝐀

so surprised that you would give him a gift. why would you want to waste so much time in giving him something? something you handmade, to be precise? he asks this, and when you reply saying that you just wanted to, he swears he fell harder than before.

he’s beyond happy, though. you get the grace of seeing him unconsciously smile at the present as he notices the attention to details. how much time did you spend looking at him to remember all these features? the thought makes him a little lightheaded.

you’re too sweet to him, he thinks. now whenever he’s feeling down and you’re gone, he holds the little plush to his heart for a small sense of comfort that helps him to live another day. and he doesn’t dare take it on missions or anywhere, really. he’s too afraid to lose or destroy something you worked so hard on to make for him.

god forbid you tell shinobu one day that you made a plushie for giyuu. she’d never let him get away without teasing him for actually getting someone to like him well enough to make something for him.

will subconsciously hide behind you when she does start with the teasing as you softly grasp his haori sleeve, making his heart flutter tenfold at the small action.

𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐈 𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

(you’ve seen his face without the bandages)

when you hand it to him, he’s on cloud nine. you even made kaburamaru! the snake seems to appreciate it, happily leaving obanai’s shoulders to rest on yours instead.

he practically begs to take you somewhere as thanks and to spoil you, because this gift from you has his face heating up and he wants to draw your attention away from it. and when you do agree (albeit reluctantly), his snake looks at him with a “lmao dude you’re freakin’ whipped”.

while walking, he notices that the bandages on the plushie are removable, asking you if it’s intentional.

“see for yourself,” were your words as he reluctantly removed them. he saw the bottom of the face littered in scars almost identical to the ones underneath his own bandages, with the words on the side of the bandages covering the doll’s face reading: “you’re beautiful, scars or no scars. and from what you’ve shown me, it’s the same on the inside.”

he swears that he could just faint right there and then.

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀

“tsk, what is this?”

you smile as he inspects it; watching his lips twitch, fighting the urge to curve upwards. “it’s a plushie of yourself.”

“you made this? for me?”

“yep!”

he looks anywhere but at you, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck stand as warmth bristles through; his ears turning red as he says, “it’s nice, i guess.”

“just ‘nice’?” you reply back, teasing his quick response. “maybe i should’ve just made a plushie for someone else, liiike… giyuu.” you grin, aware of the facade he’s pulling.

“don’t you dare. it’s amazing, i love it.” he spits out gruffly, but wholly truthful. “…thank you.” he thinly smiles, if not for you observing him you wouldn’t have noticed it.

“aww, you’re welcome!” you snicker.

he turns his head the other way, his face beginning to feel uncomfortably hot.

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔 𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎

his plushie literally radiates sunshine, just like the original himself. when he receives it, he shouts the loudest thank you you’re ever going to hear.

talks about all the details and how much it embodies him. he adores it. then he asks if you could make one of you, so that they could be a pair together (AHHHH).

hugs you so tightly that you start to sweat from his body heat. but he means well!

eats with the plushie when you’re not with him. it reminds him of who made it and it just makes his food taste 100x better.

probably keeps it in his pocket and shows it to people like, “look what (y/n) made for me! :D” so that now so many people know who you are.

and when you make that replica of yourself for him? he just can’t get enough of how adorable it is. keeps it with him in his pocket too, it makes his day so much better whenever he sees it because it just radiates you.

𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐈 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐈

squeals, she’s just so so so happy. her face turns this cute red and all she can do is just smother you with a hug because of her overwhelming excitement.

she dances around with it at first, screaming about how cute you made it and absolutely loving how you designed the doll to be just like her. you got her into the whole craft business, her new determination to make a doll of you to present to you! she hugs you one last time before rushing off with her new plan.

she quickly realizes that if she gives… whatever she made in her first attempt to you, it’d come across as an insult. so she spends countless days and nights (in between missions, of course) to perfect her gift to her beloved. and when she finally does…

…she gives it to you like a child showing their parent their artwork, except mitsuri’s present was better than just any children’s project.

she’s so giddy when you praise her for it, finally able to collapse from exhaustion when she gets home. but when you kiss her on the forehead, she knows that there’s no way she’s going to get a blink of sleep, especially not when that moment keeps replaying in her head throughout the rest of the day.

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐔 𝐊𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐎

she’s calm and collected on the outside, having an emotional breakdown and desperately trying not to just tackle you and hug and kill you with kisses on the inside. her logical mind prevails unfortunately.

she dearly thanks you for the gift with the sweetest soft tint of pink on her face.

she takes it for walks around her estate, visiting patients, and when she needs to calm down. it just takes a few minutes with the plushie in her hands for her to think of you to become more relaxed.

she doesn’t take it in her lab, though— worried that something might happen to it. so instead, during those periods, she keeps it in her room in a secret place that only she knows about, because she’s a little paranoid that something may end up destroying it with all the people in the estate and all.

the next time you’re out on a mission? expect a parcel from her delivered by crow with your favorite (non-perishable) food, some trinkets and items you might enjoy, and a note that vaguely suggests her true feelings towards you.

she secretly prays that you’ll take the hint and ask her out.

𝐌𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐎

(reader is either same age or muichiro is aged up)

despite his flawed memory/memorizing issues, muichiro does a huge effort to not forget the plushie you gave him.

he’ll write himself notes, bring it with him everywhere, and he finds himself replaying moments with you and daydreaming in his mind more often about you with the doll around.

definitely falls asleep with it gently in his arms, held close to his chest. it helps him fall asleep faster and more comfortably knowing that something resembling your presence was so nearby.

his crow’s definitely jealous by this btw. but she respects you both so she doesn’t lay a claw on the plushie.

one day when you find him hugging the plushie close to him as he was walking around his estate, you decide to go up to him and hug him from behind. let’s just say, he got a lot more clingy after that, hugging the gift at night tighter to try to replicate that warm feeling your hugs always gave him.

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chrisbesitos · 5 months ago

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chris x fem¡younger reader ( like 1-2 years younger) he just babies her the whole time, and is very protective of her.

SWEET RELIEF.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀chris sturniolo × fem!reader.

warnings: fluff, nsfw, cursing, sickness, angst (a lit bit).

synopsis: Chris dates a girl who's two years younger than he. Chris is 21 and the reader is 19.

— Chris and Y/N relationship are public, but they keep private.

Chris never hide his relationship with Y/N, but they never made any hard launch in the social medias, because Chris didn't want his fans to being mean with her. Y/N is only 19, Chris knows how evil people on internet can be and he doesn't want his girlfriend to suffer with this.

But sometimes he can't stop this, but he can make her feel better with his love.

"Hey, gorgeous." Chris said, he found his girlfriend on their bed. He was out with his brothers, recording a video and Y/N stay home waiting for Chris, so they could sleep together.

"Hi, I couldn't sleep without you." She replied, Y/N looks a upset, Chris could notice. Y/N gave him a sad smile, he frow his eyebrows and sit in the corner of the bed. Chris extends his hand to Y/N, holding hers.

"What happened, baby?" He asked, Y/N low her eyes and let go Chris' hand. She rubbed her own arms, Y/N knows she couldn't hide from her boyfriend. "Tell me what's wrong."

"Why you with me?" Y/N looked at Chris, the boy frowned his eyebrows doesn't understanding why she were asking this.

While she was waiting for Chris, she spent time scrolling her 'for you' page on TikTok and saw some comments about her. People were saying she wasn't right for Chris, because he needs to stay with a woman of his age, calling her childish and annoying. Then, she couldn't stop thinking about this, maybe Chris really needs someone who's not two years younger.

"Why are you asking this, baby?" Chris asked, he sat by her side and pulled her to his lap. He let kisses all over her face, making her giggle because of his beard. "I'm with you, because I love you so much."

"And I love you too, but–" Chris cuts her off.

"Why are you asking this? You didn't answer me." Chris hugged her shoulders, Y/N lay her head on the crook of Chris' neck. She started to draw invisible circles on Chris' chest with her finger. "Y/N."

"I saw comments on TikTok saying that you should date a woman of your age." Y/N said sadly, Chris hugged her harder and kissed her forehead. "They said I'm childish and annoying and–"

"I don't want to hear these lies about you." Chris held Y/N's chin to make her look at him. "None of these people knows you as much as me and I don't fucking care about what they think about our relationship. You're my girlfriend, I want you and only you." He kissed her lips.

"I love you so much, you know this, right?" She smiled, Chris nods his head smiling too. "I just. . . I don't want to care about it, but sometimes I can't help it."

"I know, It's hard, baby, but these people are trolls who want to make you feel bad for being you." Chris pulled her to his chest, Y/N embrace his waist, laying her head on his chest. "Don't worry about it, I'm gonna make sure they'll know I'm not gonna tolerate these comments."

And he did. After Y/N fall asleep on Chris lap, he posted a note on his Instagram story. He wrote he would not tolerate mean comments about his girlfriend, because it's anyone business who he dates. He protects his girlfriend all coast, you can say he babies her all the time and protects from everything, but he didn't care and so Y/N.

— Y/N's mad at Chris, because he wants to protect her from everything.

"Stop babying me all the time!" Y/N said angry. She was getting ready to hang out with her friends, friends who Chris doesn't like, because he thinks they are a bad influence to Y/N.

"Well, you didn't seem to care until now." Chris rolled his eyes, he sat on his bed and crossed his arms on his chest. He was trying to stop Y/N from going to a party with them, but she was being stubborn. "Come on, baby."

"No! I want to go out tonight, they're my friends, Chris." She groans, hitting the sink with her hands. Even though she didn't care when Chris babies her, now he's acting like she's a kid. "It's just a party, Chris."

"Oh, these friends? You mean the guy who got arrested? You told me, don't remember?"

"Jeez, Chris. It was a misunderstanding." She got out of the bathroom. Y/N was wearing a tiny dress, make up and hair ready, Chris thinks she looked gorgeous, but he didn't trust in other guys. Chris got up and held Y/N's shoulders.

"You want to go out? We can go, but I don't trust these people."

"Chris, why don't you trust me? I can take care of myself, damn."

"Did I say that I do not trust you?" Y/N rolled her eyes. "Fine, I gave up. Go hang out with them, but don't call me when you get in trouble because of them."

Y/N groans angry, she got her purse and phone and stormed out of the room. Chris followed her until the door, he watched her walk to her friend car, he knows she will end up calling him, but if she wants to know by her own, he will let her do.

"Oh, how would you get into a party? You're not twenty-one yet, they would not let you in." He said sassy.

"Fuck you, Chris!"

He was right, he always is. Chris waits for Y/N call, because he knew she would call at some point. It was almost nine in when Y/N call, only an hour after she leaves. Chris answered quickly, even though he was mad with her, he still worried.

"I told you, didn't I?" Chris said.

"They left me here." She cried. "They got in the club without me after the security said I couldn't get in, they just said sorry and left me."

"I tried to warn you, Y/N. I told you they wouldn't let you in." Chris sighed, he got off the couch and catch the car keys. "Send me your location, I'll get you."

"I'm sorry, Chris." She sobs.

"I know, baby. Now, send me your location, okay? I'm gonna bring you home."

Y/N send Chris her location and he drive until her. She was sitting on the highway with tears on her face, Chris parked and opened the window, Y/N get in the car in silence. She sniffed, Y/N cleaned her tears and the mascara of her face, Chris tugged his hoodie off and gave to his girlfriend.

"Now you understand why I didn't want you to go out with them? They left like you were nothing."

"I know." She whispered, putting on his hoodie. "I'm sorry, I should've listened to you."

"Baby, when I do these things it's not because I don't trust you, it's because I don't trust them." Chris said, he started to drive back home. "I'm sorry if you don't like when I baby you, but it's because I love you."

"It's not this, I just feel like you were treating me like I'm a kid."

"I'm sorry, you know I didn't mean." He stopped at the red lights, Chris rubbed Y/N's tight. She held his hand and kissed the back. "I'm gonna try to not baby you too much."

"No, I like when you baby me." She crossed her arms on her chest, Chris giggled. "Just don't treat me like I'm a kid."

"I will not, not anymore." Chris smiled and gave a peck on her lips. "In 'n Out?"

"Please, I'm starving!"

— "You don't have to carry me everywhere, Chris!"

Chris loves to carry Y/N everywhere. They arrived home? Chris has to carry his girlfriend inside. Arrived in a hotel in the middle of the night during the tour? Chris carried Y/N until their room while she sleep. Bathroom in the middle of the night? Here he goes, carrying his girl to the bathroom and waiting for her, so he could carry her back to bed.

Y/N loves too, but she can walk, but Chris insists in carry her.

"No, no, no." Chris stopped Y/N, they were watching a movie in the living room. "Where are you going?"

"I didn't sleep too much last night, gonna have a nap."

"Then, let's have a nap." Chris turns off the TV, he gets up the couch and holds his girlfriend in a bridal style.

"You don't have to carry me everywhere, Chris!" Y/N giggled, holding Chris' neck. He gave her a kiss on the cheek, rubbing her nose there.

"But I can, so why not?"

Chris carried Y/N to their room, he lay her in the bed and covered with the blanket. Chris turns the lights off and lays by her side, Y/N hugged Chris' neck with her arm and embrace his waist with her leg.

"Just lay on me." He chuckled. Y/N yawn and climb Chris' body, he holds her and let her sleep on he.

— If he babies Y/N all the time, when she got sick it's even worse.

"100.4° F (38° C), damn." Chris said looking at the thermometer visor. Y/N was acting weird the whole day, Chris thought she was getting sick, but she insisted she were okay.

Until now. They got home after the day shopping, Y/N passed out in the bed for two hours until Chris comes to check on her. He knows she was sick, but for some stupid reason she was acting like not.

"It's not that bad." She complained.

"Oh, yeah. A higher fever is not that bad, Y/N." He said being sarcastic, she sighed. Chris helped her to sit, he tugged her hair from her face. "Open your mouth." Chris said holding a pill.

"I don't need this." She frowned her nose, but the look Chris gave to her made her open her mouth. Chris put the pill on her tongue and gave her water to swallow. "Thanks, baby."

"Rest and I'll make you a soup, okay?" He kissed her forehead.

"You don't know how to cook." She giggled laying down.

"I'll figure it out."

She was right, Chris doesn't know how to cook, so he had to ask Nick to do it. After the soup is ready, Chris put in a bowl to Y/N and goes to his room. She wasn't sleeping anymore, Y/N was watching TV with her body all covered by the blankets. Chris smiled at her while he closed the door.

"You cold?"

"A bit, probably because of the fever, but I'll feel better if you lay here with me."

"I bring you soup." He put the bowl in the nightstand and sat in the bed, Y/N sat too with Chris help.

"Who made it?" She jokes. Chris rolled his eyes getting the bowl back, Y/N tried to hold, but Chris didn't let her. "Why? You gonna feed me?"

"Of course I will." Chris said and Y/N didn't complain. The boy gave her a few spoons of the soup until she felt filled.

She fell asleep again on Chris' shoulder, feeling too tired to stay awake. Chris held her the hold night and the whole day after until she felt better.

— Always gentle with her while they are having sex.

"Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?" He said looking at his girlfriend laying down in bed, he was on top of her, ready to be inside of her. Y/N nodded. "Words, baby. I need words."

"Yes, I'll use our safe word." Y/N said breathing hard, she was needing Chris so hard. "Please, Chris. I need you."

"I'll be gentle with you."

"You always are."

Then, Y/N was moaning Chris' name loudly while he push his cook in Y/N's pussy. His slow movements, catching every reaction of his girlfriend. He keeps kissing her face and saying lovely words to her. Chris let her come as soon as she needed, because he didn't want his girlfriend to suffer. Her loud moan was music to his ears, he didn't take too much to come inside her.

— Aftercare always, everything to his girlfriend.

"Sure you okay? Did I take it too rough with you?" Chris asked, rubbing her tights with his nose, his beard tickling her sensitive skin.

"You're always gentle with me, baby." She smiled lazily, Chris nodded. He tugged his T-shirt from the floor and used it to clean her tights, giving pecks in her skin. She yawn.

"I'm gonna run us a bath, so we can sleep, okay?" He kissed her lips and then the forehead, she nodded.

Chris filled the bathtub and put all of Y/N bath products, he carried her until the bathroom and get in the water with her. Chris washed her hair and her body, giving kisses on her pretty skin, giving all the pleasure that she deserves.

Then, he carried Y/N back to the bed, Chris lay lazy by her side. She smiled at him, slowly closing her eyes. Chris held her waist and laid his head on her tits, slowly getting asleep too.

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stvrnioloslvt · 17 days ago

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fingers, a matt sturniolo blurb

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you sighed, tossing again around the bed, restless. no matter how much more tired you got, you just couldn't seem to fall asleep like you wanted, which was weird, really, considering you had spent the last two hours playing twister with the triplets.

and now, everyone laid in their own bed sound asleep, while you had to battle with the stupid ache between your legs. you didn't even know why you were in the mood all of a sudden, it just hit you right as you were falling asleep.

you pushed your thighs together harder, hoping to soothe the ache at least a little. you knew that the only way to get rid of it was to touch yourself, but you would never do it in someone else's bed, while said someone softly snored right next to you.

so all you had left was to push through it and wait for it to go away alone, praying it wouldn't take another hour.

you pressed your face in the soft pillow, carefully rubbing your legs together. next to you, matt blabbered something incoherent in his sleep before his eyes slowly peeled open, blinking tiredly a couple times to focus his eyes on you.

his hand reached for your shoulder, gently shaking you. you turned your head towards him, whispering confusedly "what's wrong?"

"i was going to ask you the same thing," he replied, the second half of the sentence being muffled by a yawn, a hand lazily rubbing his eyes. fuck, why was he hot even when half-asleep?

"nothing, just can't sleep," you said, sighing as once again you restrained yourself from sneakily reaching your hand between your legs and giving yourself the release your body craved.

matt shifted closer to you, slightly lifting up the duvet in the process, noticing right away your thighs rubbing against each other, your hips bucking up in the process almost imperceptibly.

his hand drew comforting circles on your hip, his lips immediately finding yours. you sighed into the kiss, melting in his arms. slowly, matt's hand travelled lower, pressing in the plump flesh of your thigh.

his other arm snaked around you, pulling you closer to his chest and hugging you tight.

he gave your thigh a little squeeze before his fingertips pressed tentatively on the wet cotton shorts you were wearing, drawing soft circles over your clit.

you gasped at the contact, eyes rolling back as you finally got the relief your body wanted so desperately. you hid your head in the crook of his neck, his skin muffling your needy moans as his fingers dipped inside your shorts and panties, running up and down your slit to collect your juices before circling your clit.

"fuck," he mumbled, his other hand locking in your hair and keeping you close there, "is this what you needed, doll?"

you nodded, your cheeks burning in embarrassment while you lightly nipped at the warm skin of his neck as he pushed two fingers inside you, curling them skillfully just like you liked it, stroking your walls just right.

your hands fisted the shirt on his chest, your moans turning into whines and whimpers as matt worked you closer to your orgasm.

"i know, doll, i know," he cooed, lovingly caressing your head while his fingers thrusted in and out of you, slick noises filling the room. "just needed daddy's fingers, mh? is that why you couldn't sleep?"

you nodded, too far gone to even put together a couple words together, your mind completely blank. nothing in that moment mattered, aside from the blissful feeling washing over you unexpectedly hard, leaving you a whimpering mess, tired and worn out, trembling in matt's arms.

you whined as the boy gently took out his fingers, fixing your clothes before slipping said fingers in his mouth to suck them clean.

"feeling better, doll?" he asked, watching lovingly as your eyes slowly became heavy and hard to keep open, your ragged breath turning into a soft, slow rhythm. he smiled, wrapping both arms around you before he let himself fall asleep.

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ও so, I got uh... carried away. I also have a daddy kink. yeah.

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zeroxxlhero · 1 month ago

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Beast • Vi

Warnings: 18+ characters, werewolf! Vi, hunter! reader, blow jobs, bondage, teasing, rough fucking, talks of drugging, questionable consent, past established relationship, lingering feelings, slight possessive tendencies, descriptions of Vi having a happy trail, use of the nickname ‘puppy’ ‘baby’ ‘sweet bit,’ mentions of vampire!Caitlyn, power play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, vaginal sex

Pairings: Vi x You

Fandom: Arcane (League of Legends)

Your job was to hunt monsters—vampires, werewolves, the undead, and anything else that wasn't considered to be human. So what happens when you've got Piltover's most infamous werewolf in your grasp and she can't control herself despite the past that was shared between the two of you?

Vi’s consciousness returned slowly, reluctantly, dragging her up from a heavy, drugged slumber. The first thing she registered was the taste—a metallic tang of blood mixed with the acrid bitterness of drugs. She gagged, her dry tongue scraping against the roof of her mouth as her body stiffened. Her head throbbed a dull, relentless ache that paired cruelly with the chill sinking into her bones.

When she finally cracked her eyes open, the dim light seared into her vision. It flickered weakly overhead, illuminating the damp, cracked concrete of the room around her. It took her a moment to register the tension in her limbs, the cold bite of steel digging into her wrists and ankles. She was suspended against the wall, arms stretched above her head and feet barely brushing the ground. She shifted, testing the bonds, and the rattle of heavy chains echoed in the silence.

Her strength surged instinctively, muscles coiling and pulling, but the cuffs didn’t budge. A sickening realization hit her as her power faltered—it wasn’t just the physical restraints. Whatever alloy these chains were made of, it was suppressing her abilities. The familiar heat of her werewolf strength, the heightened senses, the fire that fueled her—everything felt muted, like a dimly lit flame about to sputter out.

Panic and fury rose in equal measure, but a new sensation cut through the haze. A scent. Sharp, familiar, and infuriating. Her instincts sharpened, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as a low growl rumbled in her chest. Her head snapped to the source, her glowing eyes narrowing as she took in the figure seated a few feet away.

There you were, lounging comfortably in a chair, legs crossed, one hand resting lazily on the armrest. The smirk on your face was maddening, a mixture of amusement and confidence that made Vi’s blood boil. You were watching her like she was an animal in a cage, the flickering light above casting shifting shadows across your features.

“Good morning, sunshine,” you said casually, your voice dripping with mockery. “Did you sleep well?”

Vi bared her teeth, the growl in her chest deepening. “You,” she spat, her voice hoarse but laced with venom. “What the hell did you do to me?”

You chuckled softly, leaning forward slightly in your chair. “Me? Oh, Vi, don’t give me so much credit. You did most of the work yourself.” Your tone was infuriatingly nonchalant like this was just another casual encounter. “You should thank me. It’s been so long since you let the wolf out. I just… helped things along.”

Her jaw tightened, her glowing eyes boring into you as she tugged at the chains again. The metal bit into her wrists, drawing a thin line of blood, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t stand the smug look on your face, the way you seemed to enjoy every second of her struggle.

“I’m going to kill you,” she snarled, her voice vibrating with rage.

You raised an eyebrow, leaning back in your chair. “Is that so?” you mused, tilting your head as if considering her words. “You seem a little… tied up at the moment.”

The taunt ignited her fury, her muscles straining as she pulled harder against the chains. But the cuffs held firm, their enchanted weight draining her energy with every movement.

“You’re a coward,” she hissed, her teeth bared. “Can’t beat me face-to-face, so you resort to this?”

Your smirk widened, your gaze sweeping over her like she was a piece of art. “Coward? No, Vi. I’d call it… resourceful. You haven’t been yourself lately. Too much time pretending to be human. You’ve forgotten what you are.”

Vi’s growl turned into a snarl, the sound echoing in the confined space. She wanted to tear your throat out, to rip you apart with her claws. And yet, beneath the boiling rage, something else simmered. The heat in her veins wasn’t just anger—it was sharper, hotter, and far more dangerous.

You stood, the movement slow and deliberate, your boots clicking softly against the floor as you approached her. She tensed, her glowing eyes locked on you as every fiber of her being screamed to attack. But the damn chains held her back, leaving her helpless as you stopped just inches away.

“Did you enjoy your little snack?” you asked, your voice low and teasing as your fingers brushed her jaw. She jerked her head away, but the chains didn’t give her much room to move. Your grin widened at her defiance, and your hand trailed downward, your fingers ghosting over the hard ridges of her abdomen visible through her white tank top.

“You’ve kept yourself in good shape,” you murmured, your tone almost reverent as your hand lingered for just a second too long. “I’ve missed this… missed you.”

Her body reacted before her mind could catch up, heat flaring under your touch. She hated it, hated the way her muscles tightened, the way her breath hitched. Her rational mind screamed to lunge for your throat, to end this, but another part of her—the wolf, primal and raw—felt something else entirely. The lines between hatred and something darker blurred, twisting her fury into something volatile.

“Get your hands off me,” she growled, her voice low and dangerous, but there was a tremor beneath it. She hated herself for it, hated the way her body betrayed her.

You leaned in, your breath warm against her ear as you whispered, “Or what? You’ll tear me apart? Do it, Vi. You’re close enough.”

Her teeth clenched, her jaw tight as she fought the conflicting emotions raging inside her. She could do it. She could end this right now. But she didn’t. Something inside her stopped her, held her back, and infuriated her even more.

You pulled back slightly, your smirk never faltering as you met her glowing eyes. “That’s what I thought,” you said softly, your voice dripping with satisfaction. “You can hate me all you want, Vi, but we both know it’s never that simple.”

With that, you stepped back, leaving her seething and breathless. The heat in her veins burned hotter, her hatred for you tangled with something she couldn’t name. And as you turned and walked back to your chair, the sound of your footsteps echoing in the stillness, she realized this was far from over.

Vi’s breath was ragged, her chest rising and falling as she glared at you, her glowing eyes burning with barely contained fury. She struggled against the chains again, the sharp clink of metal filling the room, but it was no use. She wasn’t going anywhere.

“What are you going to do with me?” she snarled, her voice low but shaking with anger.

You leaned back in your chair, arms crossing over your chest as your smirk shifted into something colder, more calculated. “Oh, right,” you began, your voice almost casual, but the undertone of malice was unmistakable. “I’m turning you over to Piltover. They’ve been very interested in getting their hands on you. Seems there’s quite the bounty on your head.”

Vi’s eyes narrowed dangerously, and a string of curses left her lips. “Those bastards are still after me?” she growled, her voice dripping with venom. She tugged at the chains again, her muscles straining uselessly against the unyielding metal.

You scoffed, the sound sharp and dismissive. “Still after you?” you repeated, a mocking lilt to your tone. “You killed three enforcers, Vi. Piltover doesn’t just ‘forget’ about things like that. They want you locked up—like the true beast you are. And once they’ve got you in their cages, they’ll make sure to treat you like the dog you’ve always been.”

The words hit her like a slap, and she felt her anger boil over into something hotter, sharper. Her glowing eyes burned brighter as her lip curled in a snarl. “Watch your damn mouth,” she growled, her voice low and dangerous. “I didn’t kill those enforcers for no reason.”

“Oh?” you said, raising an eyebrow, feigning curiosity. “Any noble reason you had for tearing them apart?”

Her teeth clenched, her jaw tightening as the memories surfaced unbidden. The blood. The chaos. The lives she’d tried to protect, only to end up being painted as a monster. “It wasn’t that simple,” she hissed, her voice thick with frustration. “You don’t know the whole story—”

“Don’t care,” you cut her off abruptly, waving a hand as if brushing her words aside. “Whatever happened between you and Piltover? That’s your mess to clean up, not mine. Save your excuses for them. I’m just the middleman here.”

Her hands curled into fists, the chains rattling faintly as she strained against them once more. “You’re a damn coward,” she snapped. “Selling me out to them like this. Is this what you’ve become? A lapdog for Piltover?”

You laughed, low and sharp, the sound grating against her ears. “Oh, don’t flatter yourself. This isn’t about loyalty. It’s about business. And you?” You gestured toward her with a flick of your wrist. “You’re a very lucrative business opportunity.”

Her growl deepened, reverberating through the room. “You’re scum,” she spat, her voice vibrating with barely-contained rage.

“And you’re staying right here,” you retorted coolly, your tone suddenly devoid of humor. “Chained up, where you belong, until I hand you over to them. Whatever happens after that? Well, that’s between you and Piltover.”

She glared at you, her glowing eyes blazing with defiance. Her body screamed to lash out, to fight, to destroy the chains and rip you apart. But she was trapped, helpless, and for now, all she could do was seethe. “You’re making a mistake,” she growled. “They’ll screw you over just like they screw everyone else.”

“Maybe,” you said with a shrug, unconcerned. “But that’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

You leaned back in your chair again, your smirk returning as you watched her, the tension in the room thick and heavy. “So get comfortable. You’re not going anywhere.”

Vi’s chest heaved, her breaths coming faster and more ragged. A faint sheen of sweat began to form along her brow, trailing down her temples and dampening the fabric of her white tank top. The scent of blood and drugs still lingered in her mouth, but it wasn’t what consumed her senses now—it was you. That damn scent of yours, so sharp, so familiar, was seeping into her nose, drowning her in memories she didn’t want to recall.

Her beastly instincts stirred, clawing their way to the surface. She clenched her jaw tightly, willing herself to focus on anything else, but her body was betraying her in the worst possible way. The heat pooling in her chest, spreading lower with every second you remained in her line of sight, her cock reacting at the sight of your presence—only fueled her frustration. She strained against the chains again, desperate for some kind of outlet, her glowing eyes flickering wildly between fury and something darker.

You, of course, noticed. How could you not? The subtle shifts in her breathing, the flush rising to her cheeks, the tension radiating off her body like a storm waiting to break, and the fucking bulge in those jeans that hugged her strong thighs and calves—it was all too deliciously obvious. You leaned forward in your chair, resting your chin lazily on your hand as your lips curled into a wicked smirk.

“Oh, what’s this?” you purred, your tone dripping with mock concern. “You’re looking a little… flushed. Is something wrong?”

“Shut up,” she snarled, her voice hoarse and cracking with barely-restrained anger. Her head whipped toward you, her glowing eyes blazing, but the sight of your infuriating grin only made her heart pound harder.

You chuckled softly, the sound low and teasing as you tilted your head, studying her like a predator watching its prey. “Oh, come on now, puppy,” you said, your voice a cruel mix of taunt and amusement. “Don’t tell me you’re getting all worked up because of me.”

Her reaction was immediate. The chains rattled violently as she threw her weight against them, her teeth bared in a feral snarl. “Don’t call me that!” she snapped, her voice rising to a furious roar that echoed in the room.

But her outburst only made your grin widen. You stood slowly, your movements deliberate as you crossed the short distance between you and her. The tension in her body grew sharper, her breath hitching as you stepped close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating off you.

“Puppy,” you repeated, your voice soft but dripping with condescension. You reached out, your fingers brushing lightly against her jaw. She jerked her head away, but the chains limited her movement, leaving her vulnerable to your touch.

“Don’t touch me,” she growled, but her voice wavered, betraying the turmoil raging inside her.

You leaned in closer, your lips curving into a smirk as you whispered, “Why not? Afraid of what might happen if I do?”

Her breath hitched again, and she cursed under her breath, her glowing eyes locking onto yours with a mix of rage and something far more primal. Her body was at war with itself, the beast inside her clawing for control, driven wild by the maddening combination of your scent, your presence, and the infuriating smirk that made her want to rip you apart—and maybe something else entirely.

“Shut up,” she growled again, her voice shaking as much with frustration as with effort to suppress the wolf inside her.

But you weren’t going to let up. The way her body tensed, the way her glowing eyes flickered with barely-contained chaos—it was far too entertaining. “Oh, I see what’s happening,” you said, your tone low and teasing as you leaned in just a fraction closer. “The big bad wolf can’t decide if she wants to bite… or beg.”

Her snarl was immediate, her teeth snapping at the air between you as she strained against the chains again. “I’ll kill you,” she spat, her voice trembling with the intensity of her emotions.

But you didn’t flinch, didn’t so much as bat an eye. Instead, you laughed—a soft, almost pitying sound—as you leaned back, letting your gaze sweep over her once more. “Oh, Vi,” you murmured, your voice dripping with amusement. “You’re a mess. But don’t worry…” Your smirk deepened as you took a step back, leaving her panting and glaring at you. “I like my puppy messy.”

Her growl was guttural, feral, and filled with unrelenting fury, but no matter how much she fought, she couldn’t escape the chains—or the maddening effect you were having on her. And it didn’t make it any better when you were on your knees in front of her, unbuckling that hideous brown, leather belt that she liked to wear and slipping it off.

Vi huffed and snarled with a predatory tone, a deep rumble settling in her chest as she watched you pull her jeans down to her knees, her cock jumping out in an angry flush of red. It twitched and throbbed with every angry pulse that ran through it, two visible veins running up the sides. The base of her cock held a tuft of dark hair that trialed from her crotch up to the middle of her stomach, an opposite contrast against her pale skin. And it was so much of it.

She never shaved. She had no use for it because the hair would just grow right back in a day or two and besides, Vi with a happy trail was the best Vi.

You licked your lips in anticipation. "Don't you fucking dare," Vi snarled, but her hips betrayed her by nudging forward slightly as if encouraging you to go ahead.

“Aww, puppy, why didn’t you just say this is what you wanted? I might’ve indulged if you played nice the first time.”

Vi whipped her head away like she didn’t want to be a part of the situation, her ears and cheeks betraying her feelings about the entire ordeal. “Shut up.” She snarled. A grunt stops in the back of her throat when she felt your tongue run up the underside of her cock, before you planted a wet kiss on the tip, teasing it with the point of your tongue in teasing, sexy licks.

"Mmm, you can't hide how much you want this," you murmured, your hot breath ghosting over Vi's sensitive flesh. You flicked your tongue out to taste the leaking pre-cum from her tip, savoring the salty flavor.

Vi's chains rattled as she strained against her bonds, a low growl rumbling in her chest. "Fuck you," she spat, but her voice wavered with barely-contained need.

You smirked up at her, maintaining eye contact as you slowly dragged your tongue along the underside of her shaft again. Vi's eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and arousal, her muscles tensing as she fought against her baser instincts. "Just give in," you cooed, swirling your tongue around the swollen head of her cock. "You know you want to."

You take a deep breath, preparing yourself before diving in. With a wet pop, you release Vi's cock from your mouth, firmly pumping it with your hand instead. You can see the frustration in her eyes at the loss of contact, and a sadistic part of you relishes the power you have over her. But you can't tease for long, not when the sight of Vi all tussled up and desperate is driving you wild.

Without warning, you take her again, your lips stretching obscenely around her girth as you push forward, swallowing her down as much as you can in one fluid motion. Vi's back arches off the wall, a strangled moan escaping her lips as you engulf her.

You hold yourself there for a moment, savoring the feeling of fullness in your throat, before pulling back slowly. You dive in with a punishing pace, your head bobbing up and down Vi's dick with gusto. You can feel every thick vein and ridge dragging against your tongue, the taste of her pre-cum coating your taste buds with each stroke. Your cheeks were hollow as you applied more suction, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from Vi's quivering form.

Her chains rattle and clank with the force of your movements, the sound of a debauched accompaniment to your lewd slurps and gags. Vi's hands ball into fists above her head, her muscles bulging and straining as she fights the urge to reach out and grab your hair, to control the pace of your assault. But the chains held her back, leaving her helpless to do anything but endure the blissful torment you're inflicting on her.

You can taste the telltale hint of Vi's impending release on your tongue, the subtle shift in her flavor signaling her growing arousal. But before she can crest that final peak, you pull off with a wet pop, her cock slipping from your mouth with ease.

Vi's angry growl echoes off the stone walls, her hips thrusting forward involuntarily to seek out your welcoming heat. But you deny her, settling for a few slow pumps of your fist along her cock instead. You can see the anguish in her eyes, the physical manifestation of Vi's need. She's so close, teetering on the razor's edge of ecstasy, yet you cruelly keep her there, suspended in limbo, unable to find completion.

"Oh Vi," you purr around her throbbing cock. "What would your little vampire girlfriend think? Is she on your mind right now, even as I'm giving attention to you like this?" You pause, pumping her dick slowly as you gaze up at her with hooded eyes.

"Tell me, what's she doing while we're playing over here, hmm? Probably chained up, helpless... just like you."

Vi struggles to form words, her chest heaving as her pupils blow wide with lust. Guttural moans spill from her lips as your skilled mouth continues its sensual assault, all thoughts of Caitlyn rapidly fleeing her pleasure-addled mind. She can only focus on your hot, wet tongue worshipping every sensitive inch of her engorged flesh, driving her higher and higher with each flick, suck, and lick.

You move closer, your lips brushing against Vi's sensitive flesh, your tongue darting out to lap at the weeping tip. Vi moans brokenly, her body shuddering as you tongue-fuck her tip, probing for more of her.

At the same time, your hand never falters in its movements, pumping her shaft with increasing speed. You twist your wrist on each upward stroke, applying just the right amount of pressure to the sensitive underside of Vi's cock to drive her wild. Your mouth is soon joined by your lips, sucking hard at the engorged head of her cock. You hum around her length, the vibrations adding a new dimension to her pleasure.

And just like that, Vi's resolve shatters, the final threads of her control snapping like overstretched rubber bands. With a hoarse shout, her back arches, tendons, and muscles straining against the chains as her climax barrels into her at full force. Thick, heavy ropes of her seed arc through the air, painting your heaving chest with cum.

You can feel the heat of her release, and see the raw, unbridled passion contorting her features as she rides out the crest of her pleasure. Vi's fingers dig deep into her palms, almost drawing blood as her hips spasm and twitch, wringing out every last drop of her climax. Your pussy throbs in time with Vi's orgasm, the sight of her coming undone at your hands stoking the flames of your desire to new heights.

You slowly pull away, a triumphant grin spreading across your face as you rise to your feet. Vi pants heavily, still trapped in the throes of her climax, her hips twitching with the aftershocks of pleasure.

Without a word, you turn and hook a finger in the waistband of your pants, pulling them down to your ankles in a single fluid motion. Your dripping pussy is now fully exposed to Vi's heated gaze.

"Looks like you’re ready to go again," you purr, and with a coy glance over your shoulder, you line yourself up with Vi's cock. You bite your lip, keeping eye contact as you start to sink, impaling yourself. You can feel every ridge and vein dragging along your inner walls, the delicious friction quickly stoking the embers of your need into a raging inferno. By the time you're fully seated, your walls are fluttering and grasping at the thick cock stretching you open. You pause there, savoring the feeling of being so utterly filled. Then, with a throaty groan, you start to move, rolling your hips in a sensual rhythm as you chase your pleasure.

The chains clank and rattle with your movements, the sound of a debauched accompaniment to the lewd slapping of flesh on flesh. You lean forward, giving yourself the leverage to take Vi deeper. Your breasts sway with each bounce, your nipples pebbled and straining for attention.

"That's it, puppy. You’re doing so good," you encourage, reaching down to rub tight circles around your clit. Your fingers dance over the sensitive bundle of nerves, sending jolts of electricity straight to your core with each touch.

Vi can only watch with half-lidded eyes as you take your pleasure from her, her hips bucking up involuntarily to meet each of your downward thrusts. She tugs at the chains, desperate to touch you, to feel the soft skin and firm curves of your body beneath her fingers. But they hold steady, keeping her bound and helpless against the wall.

Her frustration manifested in a low growl that vibrated from deep within her chest, her canines glinting menacingly as she lunged at the restraints binding her. "Let me out," Vi rasped, her voice raw and gravelly, filled with an almost palpable urgency. "I need to feel you."

You glance back at her over your shoulder, a wicked grin playing at the corners of your mouth. "What's the matter, big bad wolf? Can't get free?" You punctuate your words with a particularly hard thrust, grinding yourself down on her dick until you can feel the head bump against the entrance to your womb.

"Fuck you," Vi snarls, her face contorting with a mixture of rage and lust. "Just sit still and let me fuck you already." She tries to rock her hips, to drive herself deeper, but the chains restrict her movements, leaving her unable to do much more than meet your thrusts with an awkward jerk.

You let out an exaggerated tsk, shaking your head slowly as if deeply wounded by her eagerness. A playful smirk dances on your lips as you lean slightly, your voice smooth and laced with feigned sweetness. “Patience, puppy,” you purr, each word dripping with mockery. “There’s no need to be so... impatient.” The air around you seems to crackle with a blend of amusement and teasing authority, making it clear that this little game is far from over.

To drive home your point, you slow your movements, rolling your hips in a maddeningly slow circle. Each rotation grinds your sensitive clit against Vi's pelvis, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your core, but leaving her frustratingly unfulfilled.

"Beg for it," you demand, your tone leaving no room for argument. "Beg me to let you fuck me like the desperate dog you are."

Vi’s muscles quiver with the strain of her restraint, the tension evident in every sinewy fiber of her being. Her eyes blaze with wild, untamed fire, narrowed and fierce as they fixate on you. Behind her fierce gaze, you can almost perceive the primal beast lurking just beneath her skin, thrashing against the confines of her control, yearning to break free and unleash its raw power upon the world.

“P-Please," she chokes out, the word foreign on her tongue. "Please, let me fuck you." She strains against her bonds, her movements jerky and uncoordinated in her eagerness to be granted release.

But even as she begs, Vi knows you hold all the power here. You are the one in control, the one dictating the terms of this dance. And she hates it, hates the way her body reacts to your dominance, hates the way her cock twitches and throbs at your every command. But she also craves it, craves the way you make her feel, the way you push her to her limits and beyond.

"More," you encourage, your free hand moving to squeeze your nipple. "Tell me how badly you want to feel me tight and hot around your cock. Describe every dirty, depraved thing you want to do to me."

Vi's breath comes in harsh pants, each exhale hitching as she struggles to find the words. But you won't relent, won't give her the satisfaction of release until she bares her deepest, darkest desires. "I want to fuck you," she growls, her voice low and guttural. "Hard and fast, until you can't walk straight. I want to bend you over and pound into you until you scream. Until my name is the only thing you can remember."

Her hips twitch with each filthy promise, her cock pulsing inside your clenching heat. You can feel her getting closer, her body tensing as she teeters on the precipice of climax.

But still, you hold off, determined to draw out her pleasure, to make her beg and plead for every thrust. You slow your movements, each stroke languid and deliberate, designed to drive her out of her mind with lust. "Then what?" you taunt, your breath low enough to be a shell of a ghost. "What will you do once you have me at your mercy?"

Vi's tongue lolls out, her eyes hazy and unfocused as she struggles to concentrate. But your question breaks through the fog of desire, igniting a fresh wave of need. "I'll fuck you in every hole," she snarls, her words punctuated by the clank of the chains as she strains against them. "Until you're dripping with my cum. Until everyone knows my fucking name." Your pussy flutters at her promise, your core clenching around her as you imagine the scene she paints.

You grind your hips down hard, relishing in the feeling of Vi's thick dick stretching you wide. Each circle of your hips drags your sensitive clit against her pelvis, sending jolts of electricity straight to your core. "Yes, that's it," you encourage, your voice high and breathy with pleasure. "Show them all what a good little fuck toy I am for you."

Vi's nostrils flare at your words, a low growl rumbling in her chest. You can almost picture it—you, bent over and presented like a bitch in heat, Vi's hips snapping as she takes you from behind, her teeth sinking into the flesh of your shoulder as she marks you for all to see.

The mental image is enough to send you careening towards the edge, your climax rushing up to meet you like a freight train. You fuck her hard and fast, your hips moving in a frenzied pace as you chase your release.

Just before you hit that sweet spot, before the stars explode behind your eyelids and your vision whites out from the force of your orgasm, you pull off abruptly. The sudden loss of Vi's cock leaves you empty, your pussy clenching around nothing but air. You can feel your juices trickling down your thighs, your core aching to be filled again.

But you deny yourself, instead reaching behind to give Vi a few rough pumps. The slick sound of her pre-cum coating your fingers fills the room, mixing with your labored breaths and Vi's pained grunts of overstimulation.

"Please," Vi begs, her voice raw and broken, "I need to cum. Need to be inside you again." Her eyes are wild, the beast within her rising to the surface, no longer content to be denied its prize.

You bite your lip, considering for a moment before giving a single, sharp nod. You turn back around, bracing yourself against the wall once more. Without a preamble, you sink onto Vi's dick, taking her to the hilt in one smooth motion. You don't give yourself time to adjust, instead starting to move immediately, your hips rising and falling in a rapid, steady rhythm. Each downward stroke grinds your clit against Vi's pelvis, the added stimulation quickly pushing you toward the brink. You can feel Vi's cock twitching and pulsing inside you, her release just as close.

You reach down, your fingers finding your swollen nub and rubbing in tight, fast circles. Your moans echo off the stone walls, mingling with Vi's growled curses and grunts of pleasure.

The feeling of Vi's cock twitching and throbbing, her sharp exhales and low moans, send you hurtling over the edge. Your orgasm crashes into you like a tidal wave, your vision whiting out as pleasure courses through your veins. Your walls clamp down around Vi's cock, milking her for all she's worth. With a hoarse shout, Vi slams into you one final time, her back arching off the wall as she hits her peak.

You can feel her coming inside you, her hot seed flooding your core. It's almost too much, the sensation of being so deeply filled, so thoroughly stuffed. You don't let up, your hips continuing their relentless pace even as you ride out the aftershocks of your climax.

And you're not about to let Vi rest, not when your lust has yet to be sated. You continue to fuck her, each roll of your hips wringing another choked moan or gasp from her slack lips. Even as her cock sputters inside you, you persevere, your greedy cunt clenching around the semi-hard dick in a desperate attempt to coax out another load. Your juices mingle with the mess of your last release, easing the way for your frantic movements.

You can feel every ridge and vein rubbing against your sensitive inner walls, each pass sending sparks of overstimulation shooting up your spine.

Vi's eyes are glazed, her tongue lolling out as she struggles to form coherent sentences. "Nuh- uhh- I ca-can't," she slurs, her words coming out in short, choppy bursts between panted breaths. You can see her pulse hammering in her neck and can hear the harsh sawing of her breath as she tries to regain control of her body.

But your relentless assault on her still-twitching dick makes it impossible. Each movement jolts a fresh wave of sensation through her nerve endings, each drag of your hips blooming heat in her wake. "P-please, you've- I've already..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought as another tremor wracks her frame.

Each stroke brings you closer to the edge, the dull ache of overstimulation blossoming into a supernova of pleasure. Without warning, you hit your peak, your walls clamping down around Vi's cock in a vise-like grip, again. Your orgasm crashes into you, the force of it making your vision go white. You have to force your legs to hold yourself up, gasping and shuddering as you ride out the aftershocks.

But Vi is too far gone to notice your own pleasure, her own climax rushing up to claim her.

With a strangled shout, Vi erupts inside you, her seed flooding your already-full pussy. The sensation of being so thoroughly claimed, so completely marked by her essence, sends you spiraling into another mind-numbing orgasm. Your cunt clenches around her spurting dick. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over you both as you come undone by each other’s touch. You can feel Vi's thick ropes of cum sloshing inside you, her release spilling over to trickle down your trembling thighs.

The lewd sound of your combined fluids gush from your stuffed hole with each twitch of Vi's cock, the obscene noise mixing with your cries of ecstasy to fill the room. It's filthy, depraved, and utterly delicious.

As Vi slumps against the wall, her chest heaving and her limbs trembling from the force of her release, you pull off her dick with a wet pop. Her cock, still half-hard and slick with your combined juices, slaps against her belly as you move, the sound obscene in the heavy silence of the room but you don't give her time to catch her breath, immediately dropping to your knees in front of her.

You take Vi's spent flesh in your hand, giving it a few firm strokes before wrapping your lips around the head and sucking hard. Despite her best efforts to push you away, Vi's hips twitch forward, seeking more of your warm, wet mouth.

"Ah- ungh- that's- fuck!" she gasps, her head falling against the stone as you take her deeper.

You ignore her pleading, your mouth sliding down her length to take her to the root. Your nose is buried in the coarse hatch of hair at the base of her cock, the musky scent of sex and sweat filling your nostrils. You can feel Vi's pulse hammering against your tongue, her veins hot and throbbing against the sensitive muscle.

With a low hum, you start to move, your head bobbing up and down her cock in a steady rhythm. Each pass of your lips wrings a fresh moan or gasp from Vi's parted lips, the sound spurring you on. You can taste the salt of her skin, the tang of her release on your tongue. It's intoxicating, and addicting, and you can't get enough.

You continue your assault on Vi's dick, your mouth never breaking suction as you pump her towards another release. Each flick of your tongue, each scrape of your teeth, sends her closer and closer to the brink.

"Please, please, ah, oh, god!" she chants, her words no longer coherent as the pleasure mounts. Her back arches, her nails digging into her palms as she tries to find purchase. But there is none, no escape from the overwhelming sensation of your lips wrapped around her. With a sound between a moan and a howl, Vi's head snaps back, her throat bared to the ceiling. Her release hits her like a freight train, her whole body going rigid as she comes.

You can feel her pulsing against your tongue, the hot spurts of her cum flooding your mouth. You swallow greedily, relishing the taste of her on your tongue.

But even as Vi spasms and twitches, you don't relent, your mouth continuing its sensual assault. Each suckle draws another strangled cry from her lips, her voice raw and hoarse from overuse.

You can feel her softening against your tongue, yet still, you persevere, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from her exhausted body. It's only when Vi goes limp, her knees finally giving out beneath her, that you release her with a final, loving kiss to the tip.

You rise to your feet, stepping back to admire your work. Vi is slumped against the wall, her eyes glazed and unfocused, her chest heaving with each breath. Your legs feel like jelly, and your knees are weak from the intensity of your shared pleasure.

With a final, satisfied smirk, you turn and saunter away, leaving Vi to bask in the afterglow.

The world around Vi was hazy as she blinked herself awake, the edges of her vision blurred by exhaustion. Her muscles ached with every movement, and even after what felt like a long sleep, a bone-deep fatigue clung to her like a second skin. The soft fabric of a fresh tank top brushed against her skin, and she realized her filthy clothes were gone. She glanced down at the dark blue jeans and black socks that had replaced them. Someone had changed her while she was out cold, a realization that made her chest tighten with unease.

Her head turned slightly, scanning the room. No chains bound her wrists or ankles anymore, but the faint smell of iron—the memory of restraint—lingered. Another scent hit her nose, one she couldn’t ignore. You. It was subtle yet overwhelming, woven into the very air of the room. Her senses sharpened, and her instincts screamed to get up and find you.

Vi swung her legs over the side of the bed, every movement heavy and deliberate. She braced herself against the mattress, her breaths measured as she tried to push through the soreness. Her amber eyes darted around, searching for any sign of you. Her ears perked at the faint sound of running water, the steady rhythm of it muffled behind a door.

She was about to stand when the bathroom door creaked open. Steam curled out into the room like a misty shroud, and you emerged, dressed casually, your face damp. A toothbrush and toothpaste were in your hand, your other hand tugging a towel from your neck. Your skin glowed faintly with the freshness of a shower, and Vi’s nose twitched at the clean, soapy scent mingling with your natural musk.

Her breath hitched for a moment as a sudden memory—a wild, visceral flash—forced its way into her mind. She remembered you kneeling in front of her, sucking her cock, and fucking yourself against her until she was seeing the stars. The way you’d handled her yearning—her stamina, her size, her libido. It was overwhelming in its sense.

The wild, timeless encounter the two of you had shared flashed vividly in her mind—the way you moved, the way you handled her, the way you’d managed to put a werewolf like her down to rest. She hated admitting it, but there was a strange satisfaction in knowing that someone had finally given her a challenge. Her lips parted slightly, her breath hitching as she tried to suppress the emotions bubbling up inside her.

“Still tired?” you asked casually, your voice cutting through her thoughts. You leaned against the doorframe, drying your hands with a towel. That smirk of yours—it was infuriating and smug as if you could read her every thought.

Vi exhaled deeply, shaking off the weight of her grogginess. “So, what’s the deal?” she asked, her voice gruff. “Are Piltover’s officers coming to get me, or is this just some elaborate game you’re playing?”

You tilted your head slightly, that ever-present smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. “You’re sharper than you look,” you said, your tone dripping with playful sarcasm. “But I’ll tell you this much—your shoes are at the edge of the bed, and the door’s unlocked.” You motioned toward the far side of the room, where Vi’s well-worn brown loafers rested neatly side by side.

Vi frowned, her eyes narrowing as she tried to gauge your intentions. Your words were casual, almost dismissive, but the way you carried yourself—the glint in your eyes, the confidence in your posture—told her there was more to this than you let on. She was free to leave, but something about the way you’d said it made her hesitate.

“You’re serious?” she asked, her voice low but skeptical.

You shrugged nonchalantly, crossing your arms. “I’ve got no reason to keep you here if you don’t want to stay. Go ahead, Vi. The door’s right there.”

Vi stared at you, her instincts warring with her logic. Everything about this situation felt off, like a trap she couldn’t see. Yet, there was no denying the temptation of freedom. Still, your calm demeanor made her chest tighten with suspicion.

Her gaze lingered on you, and for a brief moment, the room was silent. She could still smell you in the air, a scent that clung to her senses and stirred something primal deep within her. It made her uneasy, but it also made her curious.

“I don’t buy it,” she declared, her voice steady as she crossed her arms tightly over her chest, a defiant gesture that drew attention to her unwavering stance. A flicker of suspicion danced in her eyes as she leaned slightly forward, challenging you with her gaze. “What’s your angle? You expect me to believe you’ll just let me walk out of here after all of that?”

You took a deliberate step forward, your boots softly thudding against the ground as you closed the space between you. Vi stiffened at your approach, her body tensing like a tightly wound spring, ready to snap at any moment. But before she could respond, you gently raised your hand, fingertips grazing her cheek, the warmth of your skin contrasting with the cool air around you. Leaning in, you felt the subtle charge of the moment, suspended in an intimate stillness that enveloped you both.

Before she had a chance to fully grasp the moment, your lips brushed against hers with a tenderness that sent a spark through her. It wasn’t a forceful kiss, nor was it a hurried peck. Instead, it unfolded like a delicate whisper—intentional, gentle, and infused with warmth. The kiss lingered, a sweet imprint that hung in the air, capturing the heartbeat of the moment, before you finally drew back, your hand falling softly to your side.

“I’ll see you around,” you murmured, your voice a smooth whisper that danced through the air, playful and teasing, as your eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief.

And just like that, you vanished from her sight. With each deliberate step, your presence seemed to float away, subtle yet impactful. As you glided past her, the air around you shifted, carrying an unspoken sense of resolve. The door creaked softly as you pushed it open, and with a final glance over your shoulder—your expression unreadable—you stepped through the door, leaving her enveloped in a silence that felt both heavy and unresolved.

Vi stood there, rooted to the spot, her body tense as her mind raced in turmoil. Her fingertips grazed her lips, still warm and tingling from the unexpected kiss, while her piercing gaze flicked anxiously toward the slightly ajar door. The realization of what had just unfolded began to wash over her, each wave of emotion crashing against the shores of her stunned consciousness.

It took her a moment to pull herself out of the haze that enveloped her. With a low, guttural growl escaping her lips, she pivoted back toward the bed, the heavy weight of exhaustion pulling at her limbs. She reached for her shoes, their worn leather cool against her fingertips, and slipped them on, feeling the familiar snugness encasing her feet. Though the soreness of her muscles throbbed like a distant echo, it wasn’t nearly enough to hold her back. She felt a fire flicker to life within her, propelling her forward despite the lingering fatigue.

She stepped out into the brisk, invigorating morning air, each breath forming a delicate plume of vapor that danced in the soft glow of dawn. The ground was blanketed in fresh snow, its surface crunching rhythmically under her sturdy shoes as she paused to glance back. A flicker of hope sparked within her, a silent wish that you would emerge from the warmth of the indoors to join her in this serene winter wonderland.

But maybe not this time.

But there was no doubt that she'd see you again.

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deebris · 4 months ago

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Weight of Care

Simon Riley x little sister Reader (platonic!)

Synopsis: Simon, your older brother, has been your guardian since you were a baby. Amid the collapse of your family, he made the courageous choice to take you out of the house, raising you as if you were his own. However, despite being happy, your relationship is complicated. While you see Simon as a paternal figure, he struggles with the pain of being mistaken for one. His heart tightens every time you call him "daddy," and he thought you had managed to move past that—until you do it again one night.

Warnings: Just a little angst with a happy ending; reader is 6 years old.

Word count: 1.2k

“Did you brush your teeth?” Simon asked upon hearing your muffled laughter. He opened the bedroom door, its walls now marked by your numerous drawings. Toys scattered across the floor shifted as he entered, and with the first step he took inside, something cracked underfoot, breaking.

“How many times have I told you that you need to put your toys away after playing?” he said firmly, shooting you a stern look. Simon hated messiness, but with you around, it seemed impossible to keep everything in order.

“I was going to put them away,” you murmured, embarrassed by the scolding. But your guilty expression quickly turned into a tearful grimace as your eyes fell your sheep, now shattered on the floor. “You broke it!” Your childish scream echoed through the room, and you hurried to gather the pieces with trembling hands.

“If you had put it away, this wouldn’t have happened,” he accused you, hoping it would serve as a lesson. Maybe then you would finally start to be more responsible with your things. And even knowing he was right, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness at seeing your broken sheep.

Watching you wipe your tears with the sleeve of the pajamas and hearing sniffles made his heart soften. It was frustrating how he simply couldn’t stay mad at you. The last thing Simon wanted was for you to become a spoiled child, but in that moment, it was hard to maintain his sternness.

He already felt guilty for not being able to take care of you completely due to work, and knowing that Mrs. Trelawney, your babysitter, was much more lenient than he was only made everything harder. Every time Simon came home, you seemed more stubborn and whiny.

“Come on, it’s time to sleep.” He lifted you by your armpits and placed you in bed, pulling up the yellow blanket that you loved so much. You had already taken a bath and were wearing clean lilac pajamas covered with stars. “I’ll buy you another one, you don’t need to cry.”

“But it’s not the same,” you murmured as he collected the toy pieces from your hand, placing them on the dresser to throw away tomorrow. Some parts were sharp, so he checked your delicate hands, worried about possible cuts.

“It’s the same,” he insisted, sighing tiredly as he tucked your feet under the blanket. Surprisingly, you didn’t argue, remaining strangely silent. “What’s wrong?”

“Sorry,” you whispered, feeling bad for upsetting him. “I promise I’ll put it away.”

Your promise made him cast a quick glance at the bedroom floor, where pink, blue, and all other colored toys were scattered. Even your dolls were out of place, thrown in various corners. He still felt frustrated because you always said you would tidy up and never did, but this time it seemed different, so he decided to put a bit of faith in your word.

“Tomorrow. Now you need to sleep.” He stood up to leave, but suddenly remembered something:

“Teeth.” Simon said, and you blew near his face, letting him feel the freshness of mint on your breath. “Show me your tongue.” He spoke in a suspicious tone, knowing that you sometimes didn’t clean your mouth well. “Good.” He praised, satisfied to see you sticking your tongue out, then making a face, which made him laugh inside.

He turned off the bedside lamp, watching you settle into the pillow, and began to move toward the door. But hearing your naive voice, he stopped in his tracks, his heart tightening:

“Daddy, can I go to the museum with my class tomorrow?”

“What?” Simon asked, stunned, still turned away from you, his hand frozen on the doorknob. Surprise echoed in his voice, mixed with a thread of worry. He slowly turned around, trying to decipher the expectation in your gaze.

It had been so long since you last called him that. Simon thought he had finally managed to correct you after so many attempts, but he realized that wasn’t working. He had lost count of how many times he repeated that he was just your older brother, but deep down, he knew he was guilty. In trying to erase any trace of your father in your life, he had created a space where that confusion was natural. It was understandable that you saw him this way.

“Miss Sarah is taking us to the museum tomorrow. Can I go?” You repeated the question, oblivious to the tension in his shoulders.

“Why didn’t you ask earlier?” Simon swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure.

“I forgot,” you explained, sitting up in bed to grab a piece of paper from your backpack. It was a permission slip for guardians to sign, allowing the trip. “Please?” You pouted, holding the paper in one hand and one of your decorated pencils in the other, as if that could increase your chances.

“To the museum?” He asked, his voice tinged with melancholy. Simon sat on the edge of the bed, already starting to sign his name on the line, but his mind wandered to a distant place, filled with his conflicting memories and feelings.

The situation between you two was complicated. You were the only family Simon had left, a little girl. He still remembers when he found out that his mother was pregnant and, even more, the first time he saw you. He had been away from home for several years, and coming back always felt torturous. But the idea of having something so small and innocent waiting for him was what truly saved him.

Simon took you from home long before your parents died, unable to bear the thought of you growing up in that environment. After his brother died, he projected all the fears and regrets an older brother could carry onto you. It was as if you were his only way to redeem himself for Tommy. You were so young that you barely remembered the rest of the family; for you, the world revolved around Simon.

He didn’t even realize he was wandering until he felt you gently pull the paper from his hands. Your big eyes locked onto his for a moment, filled with concern, until you broke eye contact, standing to put the paper away and lie back down, pulling the blanket over yourself.

“Are you okay?” You asked, noticing he was still standing there, lost in thought. The nervousness in your voice snapped Simon back to reality, bringing him to the stillness of the room, where silence hung between you.

Simon thought of several things to say, like, “You know I’m your brother, right?” or “We’ve talked about this,” but it felt like a never-ending cycle. It was as if nothing could stop you from continuing to call him that. He didn’t understand why it bothered him so much. He knew that, in practice, he played the role of a father in your life, something he chose for himself. Even so, every time he heard, a strange sensation coursed through his body.

“Good night.” He simply said in his deep, familiar voice, but now, something different was in the air. For the first time, he didn’t try to correct or resist, finally allowing himself to accept the way you called him ‘daddy.’

You hesitated for a moment, sensing something strange about him before responding softly: “Good night, Si.” And a faint smile formed on his lips, something rare, as if, at last, something had clicked into place.

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nevvae · 2 months ago

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Ambessa sex tent backshots!

ERM, hey fazgang have u ever wanted backshots with ambessa?? Me too! Enjoy!

Basically ambessa, um yk backshots in sex tent, choking in this (in headlock form) 😝

Smut under, minor no 😖!

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You grip her arm, nails digging into her bicep, hips bucking back to push the toy deeper into you. She flexes her arm, tightening it around your throat, a wolfish grin on her face as you grasp at her arm, gasping. "Be still." A command you can't help but try to fight, even as your mind screams for oxygen, the room spinning. It's only a moment before you're forced to be still, to let her hold you in place.

Her free hand slides down your stomach, between your thighs, the tips of her fingers stroking over the length of the toy, making you gasp again as she trails up to stroke your clit, pinching it in-between her fingers.

Her thrusts become harder, her hips snapping against you . She grins, panting softly. "You always take me so well," her voice a husky whisper, breath hot in your ear. You whine, biting your lip as you feel her thrust harder, the head of the toy brushing against that sensitive spot deep inside you, sending shivers down your spine, legs quivering as you release a soft, pleasure-filled moan.

Her arms bulge with effort as she holds you in place, choking out a grunt as you scratch at her arm. The muscles in her shoulders, neck, and back flex with every motion as her biceps clench. You can't break her grip. Ambessa's fucking you with powerful, relentless thrusts. The toy slides in and out of you with a lewd, wet sound.

"You like that?" She grunts against your neck, her powerful arms keeping you pinned. "You like being overpowered and used like a little toy?" You groan, scrambling for air, body burning with pleasure and aching with desire.

Her thrusts increase in speed and force, her breath hot against your neck, and you feel the head of the toy ram against your sweet spot.

You're close, so close. You try to cry out, but you're too breathless, body writhing, hips bucking. You feel yourself teetering on the edge, her strong arms enveloping you, her sultry voice caressing your ear, the toy filling you completely. It's too much.

Your mind blanks as a powerful orgasm rips through you, back arching, hips jerking, a strangled scream escaping your lips. She continues fucking you, drawing out the intense pleasure, until she, too, can't hold back any longer.

She comes with a grunt, hips rocking erratically against the base of the toy, her voice strained. "Fuck... " She groans, her breath hot and ragged, as her powerful frame shakes. She releases her grip, letting you fall to the carpeted floor, boneless and dazed, chest heaving.

She kneels over you, her breath ragged but content, a gentle smile gracing her face as she tenderly strokes your cheek, gazing down at you with affection. "You did well," she says, eyes half lidded. "As I expected."

Her face softens, and she leans forward, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Sleep well, little one." She stands, a mix of satisfaction swirling in her chest, as walks towards her desk.

You close your eyes, trying to catch your breath, mind still reeling. It's a while before you're able to move, but once you do, you stagger to your feet and get dressed, still sore but satisfied.

^ this is the aftercare btw 😝

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rueclfer · 6 months ago

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shut up, my moms calling // touya todoroki pt two

a/n: req from one of yall who sent in multiple prompts a lil bit ago!!! hi anon i hope u see this <3 also not to be lazy but i'm gonna piggyback this req off of this touya fic of mine as a pt 2 to save myself the contextualizing.. so read that one too lmao.

also i def got ambitious and FAR from the req but i still hope you enjoyed heh..

"Scoot over, Touya, you're taking up the entire bed." You huff, actively elbowing him in the chest.

"You mean my bed?" He whines. "This is why I never want to share the bed with you. You're a blanket AND pillow hog, and I always get shoved all the way to the edge.

"Get your ass on the floor then." You shove him harder, in which he retaliates by grabbing your wrists.

"I always sleep on the fucking floor. Either you deal with sharing a bed, or you take the floor this time."

"So annoying." You mutter under your breath, wriggling out of his grasp and accepting your defeat.

It was nearly 2am and you two had not seen each other all day, which resulted in him being clingier than usual, of course. Touya would never admit it, but you had him all figured out. Quality time may be his top love language, but when that love-tank is low, he immediately defaults to physical touch, making it nearly impossible for you to get away from him if you really wanted to,

After much adjustments, you two silently settled on a position where your face was pressed against his chest, facing each other with your arms wrapped around one another and legs intertwined.

"Can you breathe?" He mutters against your forehead.

"Mmhm." You sigh against his chest in content. "You're so warm and you don't smell like shit for once."

"Stop talking." He hums, letting himself run his hand through your hair, lightly massaging your scalp.

You could melt at this moment. With your fingers drawing circles on his back paired with his own in your hair, you could feel yourself savoring this moment forever, locking it in your memories.

It had been a couple of weeks since you two exchanged your first kisses at the river, and not a single word about it had been uttered about it since. There was no way to bring it up to him again without feeling awkward, but it had plagued your mind everyday- multiple times a day. If you could slap yourself across the face every time you let the memory fluster you, you would. After all, your friendship continued as if nothing happened.

"Did Fuyumi tell you?" You whisper, looking up to meet his eyes.

"Tell me what?" His eyes remain closed.

"That Keigo kid asked me out the other day."

His eyes pop open and meet yours. All motion stops. He snakes his hand from your scalp to grab your shoulder and leans back to get a better view of your face.

"The fuck? Keigo? The other day?"

You nod your head in response.

"Why the hell did you tell Fuyumi before me?" His eyebrows furrow.

"I don't know! Keep your voice down." You hush. "It was a girl thing." You shrug.

"A girl thing..." He rolls his eyes. "And what did you tell him?"

You nervously fiddle with the back of his shirt, piling it in fistfuls.

"I said I would get back to him about it." You nervously chuckle. "Is that bad? It caught me off guard so I didn't know what to say."

He huffs out a chuckle before closing the space between you two again, moving his hand to your lower back and tracing a finger against the skin exposed by your shirt lifting

"Good. Tell him it's a no next time you see him."

"What? But what if it's a yes?"

"It's not. He's an asshole and an idiot." He yawns into your hairline, and rubs his cheek against your forehead.

You pinch the skin on his waist, bringing his attention back to you. "You don't get to decide that for me, dipshit."

"Never in a million years will he fucking deserve you, Y/N. Fuyumi probably told you the same thing." He returns the pinch, pulling back once again.

He was right. She did in fact tell you the same exact thing.

"Sounds like you're just jealous. What, one kiss and all of the sudden you're in love with me?" You tease. "Can't handle seeing me with another guy?"

You didn't know what you were doing, or how those words slipped off your tongue. You bit your cheeks in regret the moment you felt his body stiffen against yours.

"Jealous? As fucking if. I'm just being a good best friend. Do what you want, but if he breaks your heart then don't come back crying to me."

Just like that, he easily averted the mention of your kiss- which of course annoyed you.

"Fine. Let me actually text him right now. Maybe as my bestest friend ever, you can help me draft it." You feel around under your pillow for your phone.

You open your text chain with Keigo, hovering your thumbs over the keyboard. "Alright let's see." You began reading out loud as you type. "Hey Keigo, thought about it, and I think you're really sweet and so sexy and would love to-"

Before you could continue, Touya slaps the phone out of your hand, letting it hit the ground behind him with a harsh thud.

"Touya!" You scold after a loud gasp of shock.

You shove him hard onto his back, swinging a leg over him in order to reach down and attempt to retrieve your phone from the other side of the bed. You couldn't help but feel a bit of satisfaction from this obvious outburst of jealousy. Maybe in some sense, it validated the thread of tension hanging between you two that he had seemingly been ignoring.

"I knew it, you jealous fuckin-" You start before the bedroom door swings open, causing you to duct down under the covers.

"Touya? Y/N? Are you guys okay in there? I heard someth-" Rei begins, stopping the moment she sees the abandoned floor mattress next to the bed and your silhouette straddling Touya.

"Mom!" Touya whines, nearly shoving you off of him to jump out of bed. "Knock next time, please." He huffs as he bends down to pick up your phone, tossing it on the bed next to you.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry guys." She covers her mouth in shock.

Rei flips on the light switch and audibly releases a sigh of relief to confirm that you two were indeed still fully clothed.

"Do you guys....have... you know." She begins, stammering over her words. "Are you guys being safe? You know, I don't care what you do as long as you're both safe, okay? Also, please be a little quieter. I know it's a weekend, but everyone is sleeping."

Your eyes widen in horror after grasping onto what she was insinuating. You smash your face into the comforter in embarrassment.

"Rei, I promise you we weren't..." You pop your head up and wave your hands out in denial. "We were just talking and Touya just.." You motion to him. "Tell her, dumbass!" You throw a pillow at him.

"We are not having sex, mom. Y/N's just being stupid." He presses his lips together in a tight line. "But we will use protection if we do. Thanks."

"Oh my god, but we're not going to." You quickly quip in. "I promise we'll keep it down. So sorry for waking you."

You wanted to melt into the floor and disintegrate all together. You shove your face in your hands to hide your humiliation. Your body was hot all over and were suddenly sweating through your pajama shirt.

"Great! Alright then. We'll talk more in the morning." She nervously chuckles. "Goodnight guys, and please keep it down."

The moment the door clicks shut, you turn and slap his shoulder.

"What the fuck?!" You whisper-yell. "But we will use protection if we do? Are you insane? I can never sleep over again, that was so embarrassing." You cry.

"Chill out, it's fine." He laughs, picking up the thrown pillows off of the floor. "Embarrassing yeah, but would you be surprised if I told you that wasn't the first time she tried giving me the talk? About you specifically? At least you don't have to hear that shit."

"About me?!" You exclaim. "Shut the fuck up, no way?"

Touya settles back into bed on his back with his hands behind his head while you sit criss-crossed right next to him, cooling down from the embarrassment.

"Mmhm. Like twice already." He nods his head.

"Does she know that we're not dating or anything?" You cock an eyebrow. "She definitely knows that, right?"

"Well yeah, no shit." He shoots you a sideways glance. "But you don't have to be dating to...do all that."

"What does she say about me?"

"I don't know, of a whole bunch of bullshit I already know?" He begins tapping his fingers on your knee. "Like 'oh, Touya, Y/N's really sweet and we love them, but you have to treat them nice and I know teenage feelings are complicated, but if you really like them and want to ever do anything more, just have really good communication and practice safe sex. Always!"

"Rei has such a way with words." You say through gritted teeth, finally laying down besides him, both now looking up at the glow in the dark stars plastered on the ceiling.

"Yeah, so if you ever wanted to do another 'science experiment,' she got us condoms. It's in the first drawer on the nightstand next to you."

Your jaw drops and you slap a hand over to cover your gaping mouth. The heat returns to your face.

"She did not." You choke out, snapping your head towards him.

"She did." He chuckles. "I told her you literally just got your first kiss and didn't think you would need them anytime soon, but ya know she likes to be careful I guess."

"Wait, you told her we kissed?"

You scooted closer to Touya, now looking at him on your side while he remained on his back looking upwards.

"Mom-senses are kinda scary. When you left the next day, she said we were acting weird and grilled it outta me." He shrugs. "I was honest. Guess that's what triggered this safe sex bullshit."

"God dammit, Touya. So she 100% thinks we're together." You press your lips together.

"You act like that's the worst thing in the world." He shoots you a side glance. You said nothing.

Since that night, you often thought about the possibility of being "more than friends" with Touya, but you couldn't help but shake off the lingering thought that maybe the "science experiment" of a kiss was all that it was for him- nothing but an experiment. You weren't too sure what to do with the possibility that it was something more meaningful for you in that case.

"Anyways, she probably has her own thoughts and opinions, but I told her we're not."

"I see." You mutter. "What are your thoughts and opinions?"

"About... being together? Like that?" He glances over to you.

"Keigo asking me out, the kiss, and your mom thinking we're together and stuff, everything in between."

You watch his face carefully as he takes a second to think about his answers. You see the gears turning in his head, but not quite sure what would come out of his mouth.

"You first." He quickly spits out.

You deadpan. "You know what? Nevermind. Goodnight, dipshit." You turn around, facing away from him and pull the covers up to your chin.

"Okay okay okay, come back. I'll spill my heart out for you if that's what you really wanna hear at 2am right now." You could hear the annoyance in his voice, bringing a smile back to your face.

You cheerily turn back around to see him back on his side, facing you now.

"Perfect. Go on." You say, shoving your leg in between his own.

"So Keigo." He starts.

"Mmhm."

"Annoys the living shit out of me. Genuinely. And I'd hate to see you waste your time on that sorry motherfucker, but if you actually do like him, which I don't see how, do what you want. I come first though, don't forget it. Best friend priorities."

"See, I knew you were jealous." You smile. "I don't think I was considering it anyways, but nice to hear your big boy thoughts about it, you cutiepie."

"That's what I thought. Why the fuck would you need him when you have me?" He smirks.

You roll your eyes. "Okay, now tell me how you feel about your mom thinking we're bonking."

"Idiot." He chuckles. "I don't really give a fuck about what she thinks? We got free condoms- use them, don't use them, take some for Keigo if you ever wanted to do some charity work, I don't care, but she can think what she wants to think."

"What about your thoughts on us being together?" You mutter. "Like hypothetically just to humor her suspicions."

He stops and stares at you for a second, biting his bottom lip as he thinks.

"Uh. Let me get back to you about that one."

You wave it off. "Okay fine, so then the kiss."

"I want you to go first for that, and you can't get mad at me because the kiss was for you... mostly."

You hesitated for a moment, sighing in place of an answer. You weren't quite sure how much, if any, information to reveal about your true feelings about it all. "The kiss... was... definitely a kiss?" You breathe out awkwardly "It was nice. Really nice. And I enjoyed it."

"Okay. Ditto and ditto." He nods, motioning for you to continue.

"And I don't necessarily know what this means, but I think about it a lot. Like. A lot." You emphasize. "I don't know, maybe it means nothing."

"Okay...so you wanna do it again?"

It seemed like your brain short circuited for a moment.

"Hah?" You blink.

"Well, I think about it a lot too. And I also don't really know what that means or how to feel about it, so maybe... we can do it for science again...a 2.0?" You hear the hesitation in his voice.

"Like do it again to confirm our final thoughts?" You furrow your eyebrows.

"Yup."

"I see."

"Only if you want. I don't really care either way. Up to you." He quips. "I just.. am confused."

You roll your eyes. "Don't even try to act so nonchalant when you're the one asking for me to kiss your stupid ass again. You want me so bad." You joke to alleviate the thick fog of tension filling the room.

"Yeah, want you to shut the fuck up." He mutters in an annoyed tone. "Yes or no."

"Yes, fine." You squeak out, tensing when his hand meets your cheek. "I guess it would be good.. for science."

"Okay cool." He huffs. "Relax." He says under his breath, pulling you in closer to him. "We know what we're doing now, don't we?"

You reciprocate his movements, letting your hand rest against the side of his face, swiping your thumb back and forth on the skin under his eye.

"I'm nervous." You whisper, glancing back and forth between his lips and eyes.

The tip of your noses were grazing each other's, and lips just mere inches from meeting.

"Still? Well don't be. It's just me." He lightly rubs his nose against your own, eyes glued on your lips, and occasionally glances back up to meet your eyes. "And we've done this before, remember?"

He stares at you through a beat of silence and drags a thumb across your bottom lip. "Don't freak out."

He closes the gap between you two before you could respond, instantly melting under his touch.

Compared to your first kiss together, this one felt hotter, needier, and more desperate from the way he pulled you even closer to his body by the waist and locked your legs in between his own, as if you were in for the devouring.

You were tense, but feeling his hand tenderly cup your cheek made you feel a bit more secure, letting yourself lean deeper into the kiss.

Chills ran up your spine the moment his other hand met the exposed skin lower back, playing with the hem of your tee shirt.

"Is that okay?" He asks against your lips, letting his fingers start to crawl up under the fabric.

You nod your head in silence as your stomach erupts in flutters and flames, heightening every sensation of him exploring your bare skin.

"This is where you're the most ticklish." He smiles against your lips, moving his hand up the curve of your waist.

"This is where I kicked you on the swing set when we were 13." Rubbing the soft space between your shoulder blades, pecking your lips in between words. "Sorry, by the way."

"I forgive you." Your breath out a laugh before pressing your lips back to his.

"And you have a freckle right here." He grips the space where your spine meets your neck.

"How do you know that?"

"I'm observant."

Your own hand makes its way to the back of his head from his cheek. Your fingers become entangled with the hair on the nape of his neck, lightly twirling a lock between your pointer and thumb. You tug on the silvery locks, gifting you a throaty, hungry groan from him.

You snap back in shock, meeting his own set of wide eyes.

"Okay let's stop there." He coughs, snaking his arm back from under your shirt and turning on his back to dart his eyes away from your own.

You slap a hand over your mouth to muffle your nervous laughter after you ground yourself back to reality.

"Shut up." He sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.

"Sorry. That good, huh?"

"No shit." He huffs, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Anyways, back to the point, horn-dog." He faces you.

You were lucky the only source of light was the haze of moonlight shining through the window on the other side of the room. If there was any more light, you were sure he would be able to see your embarrassingly flushed face.

"Right, the point." You cough. "So... thoughts?"

"You want me to be real with you?"

"Duh."

"I don't know who you've been practicing on for these past couple of weeks, but that was good. So much better than the first time- not saying you did a shit job, but yeah a lot better."

You blush at the half-assed compliment and bring your hand up to his forehead to flick him right between the eyes. "The other thoughts, dumbass. How do you feel?"

"I'm not sure if I want to say...yet." He continues, gauging your reaction.

"What?" You groan. "You said you'd be real with me."

"Well, what do you think I'll say? Or hoping?" He cocks an eyebrow.

That it feels real. That you want me as much as I want you. That this won't change anything between us. That this isn't a science experiment. That you're in love with me.

"I don't know." You shrug. "I guess I just want to know if I could ever be relationship material? Like after the kiss and knowing me, am I hopeless or what?"

"That's why you asked about us hypothetically being together?"

"Uh, yes?" You bit down on your bottom lip.

"Oh." He mumbled, shifting awkwardly.

A beat of silence passes while he thinks for a moment.

"I think that Keigo might be the smartest fucker out there right now. It pains me to see you act like a lovesick puppy for people who don't see how cool and great and how much of a catch you are and I'm sorry that Keigo just so happens to be someone that does." He sighs.

"Actually, scratch that." He continues. "I'm the smartest fucker out there. I've been known how fucking great you are." He laughs. "Yeah fuck Keigo. He's has good taste, but fuck him because I've been doing it first."

You chuckle a bit, your heart swelling at the turn-around of a compliment. "Yeah, but at least he likes me-like me. Enough to ask me out."

Touya goes quiet, lips pressed together in a tight line.

"Well to answer your question fully, I think my mom is onto something."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Like if I could've been better at communication, then we would've been together a long time ago."

"As in..." You start, waiting for him to continue as the air is sucked out of your lungs.

"As in, I like you-like you."

"You like me-like me... as in have feelings for me?" You draw out, staring at him in shock.

He nods in response.

"Since the first time we kissed?"

"Since the first time we met, actually."

Your mouth gapes open with no words coming out, digesting this sudden confession.

"You're fucking with me right now?" You whisper, clutching onto fistfuls of the comforter.

"I wish, but I'm not." He sighs, reaching a finger up to push a stray hair behind your ear. "I wasn't going to say anything, but you're such a dumbass who always talks down on yourself and it makes me sick. You have to know that there is at least one person in this world who would burn everything else down if it was your happiness on the line. I really fucking like you and I'd rather die than let that ruin our friendship, okay?"

In this moment, both of you were holding your own breaths, not quite sure if any sudden movement might burst this moment between you. Touya inherently knew it was time to tell you how he felt and that he couldn't go the rest of his life scaring away potential lovers while being terrified to claim the position himself. You, on the other hand, agreed that if anything did jeopardize your relationship with him, you wouldn't forgive yourself.

"I'm scared. I don't want to ruin our friendship either." You choke out with tears beginning to flood your eyes, causing his own to widen in panic.

"Hey whoa, what are you crying for?" He scoots in closer to you, holding you against his chest. "Seriously Y/N, I tell you I like you, and you start crying? God, just call me a piece of shit already." He chuckles, wrapping his arm around you.

"It's not that." You muffled into his now tear stained shirt. "It's that I like you too and I don't know what to do about it, but I don't want to ruin us or risk anything that will."

He takes a sharp intake of air, and continues to rub circles against your back.

"Well, I'll have you as much as you'll give me. Don't worry about it, okay? I love you- as my closest friend, favorite human being, my other half. All of it."

"What do we do?" You whisper, looking up at him.

"Uhh...sleep and talk about it tomorrow? Sit on it?"

"You think I can fucking sleep now?" You whine. "What's wrong with you?"

"You're cute." He smiles, moving his hand from your back to your cheek, rubbing away the dampness of the tears. "Alright then you tell me, what do we do? The ball is in your court."

"What would it look like if we started dating?" You asked.

"Exactly this? More kissing? Putting those condoms to use?"

You slap his shoulder. "Fucking idiot."

"Okay. Then, what if we don't start dating?" You huff, your face burning now.

"Same thing maybe? Less kissing? Condoms collecting dust?" He shrugs. "I guess I'll keep taking the floor for sleepovers?"

"You're not going to try to go out with anyone else?"

"I'll just wait for you."

You pout at the simple tenderness of his answer. You wanted to stay like this forever- close to him, the warmth of his body radiating into your own, your hands all over each other. You knew that it was possible too. To stay here.

"I think, maybe we can do it." You finalize. "Or try to, at least."

"Really?" He tips your chin upwards to meet his surprised eyes. "You really want to try?"

"I do. I'm scared, and I think you are too so if we put our fears together, we can't fuck this up, right?" You nervously joke. "For the sake of Rei too. Let's prove her right."

He leans down and presses a kiss on your forehead, simultaneously reaching over to your hand and locking his pinky in with yours, solidifying an unspoken promise to one another.

I love you. You're my best friend. You're my other half. We'll always try.

#im sorry i can never write anything casually #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha #touya todoroki x reader #todoroki touya #touya todoroki #dabi #dabixreader #dabi x reader #mha dabi #dabi todoroki

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rottiens · 6 months ago

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✮ tags. (18+), fem!reader, bf!geto, established relationship, domesticity and fluff, reverse comfort if you squint, cockwarming, petnames (baby).

✮ wc. 1.5K

✮ notes. guys...I swear I didn't mean to do this smut, I swear this was going to be fluff,,

"Hey."

Suguru calls out to you from the door of the shared room, his shoes absent, his white shirt unbuttoned —his chest exposed to your eyes, very few scars, the one or two moles and a marked abdomen, along with a path of curly, dark hairs ending where his pants begin— as he carries his uniform jacket on his forearm.

Your eyes filled with life, you've been waiting for him all day.

"Come here," you call him softly towards the bed patting the mattress, setting the cursed techniques book aside to focus on him.

Suguru shuffles his steps across the floor of the room, his shoulders are slightly down, his hair as he approaches you can see it getting more and more disheveled, loose strands sticking out from every corner of the perfect bun that once existed.

"What happened?" You question him, Suguru was at that point crawling his body to the mattress like a worm. His face remains just above your bare thighs as he looks up at you from below with eyes full of love, your fingers comb a lock back behind his ear. "I only missed one day and this is your state, huh? You missed me that much?"

Suguru rolls his eyes, then closes them, letting himself be dragged down by the weight of exhaustion. His long arms wrap around your waist and you lie like that for a while, so silent you think he's fallen asleep until his raspy voice shakes you, taking you by surprise.

"I'm tired."

"You want to talk about your day?"

Another grunt. "It's just that being a teacher is harder than I thought."

"This is only your second week." You speak in the same sleepy tone as he does, almost as if you're seeking not to wake him up.

"Satoru makes it look so easy," he says, still with his eyes closed.

"You know this is fun for him. He doesn't take it as seriously as you do." You try to comfort him, still massaging his skull.

You get a glint from his brown eyes as he opens one eye for you, squeezing the other.

"Baby."

"Hm?"

"I'm getting hard." You stop yourself from stroking him all at once, he moans. "Don't stop. I'm sorry."

"I thought you were tired." You were confused… this wasn't unusual but still, you couldn't help but frown somewhat incredulously.

"And I am… but I'm so stressed lately, I'm late from killing curses and you're not here, I get up early and you're not in bed and, ugh."

"Hm?" you insist.

"I've been thinking about you all day," Suguru sighs.

You swallow, nervous because you know where this road leads —you've lived it a hundred times already— your caresses become a little unsteady in his hair and Suguru notices, drawing a smile in his unconscious. Your skin feels very sensitive to his touch, his warm fingers hugging your skin where the pajama top can't cover.

"What have you been thinking?" you venture to ask.

"You know exactly what I've been thinking," he murmurs, scrunching his face against the warm flesh of your thighs. "About you, about your hugs, about your mouth, about your kisses, about your hands on me…"

Suguru opens his eyes wide, smiling without showing his teeth and your heart, never able to have adjusted to his effect, leaps. He leaves the comfort of your lap to get up, Suguru throws his shirt on the floor and settles on the bed to wrap his arms around you from behind, you arrange your body so that the two of you form a perfect arc.

You knew what that position meant, but as if Suguru thought you were in doubt, he adds, "Let's get some sleep."

Are you sure?" It was six o'clock in the evening, sleep now meant waking up like wide-eyed owls in the wee hours of the morning. It meant making coffee to keep you awake until you had to go to work again because there was no way you could fall asleep again.

"Just a little bit," he says, not mentally reasoning the same points you are. You let it go because he really feels exhausted and you know what it means to him in that state to have your him keep you close.

Suguru settles in better behind you, his strong arms holding you close to his body, impossible to escape even if you wanted to. His face is hidden in your neck and the warmth of your boyfriend after so many days of being away feels good, his hands are on your tummy making circles that lead you to close your eyes.

Suguru moves closer to you, and though his breath on your skin makes you want everything more than sleep you try for at least a couple of long minutes, until you feel his arms stir like snakes in your body and move up to your breasts and squeeze. You lie still, wondering if he did it out of inertia until he does it a second time.

You groan, inevitably pushing into him, bumping into an erection that digs hard against your ass.

His calloused fingers search for your nipples on the fabric finding them instantly hard. Suguru sighs deep in your throat, squeezing your body a little tighter, the tips of his pearly teeth grazing your flesh.

"I thought you were sleepy…" you moan, throwing your head back, giving him the space he needs to suck on your skin.

"Shh," he shushes you with another insensitive squeeze to your nipples, Suguru didn't used to be so rough, but his actions only hid behind the desire when he missed you.

His fingers enter through your top and fiddle with your nipples, playing with them back and forth. You both continue the game for a while longer, him squeezing and tugging at them, you rubbing against his hard cock directly ruining your pajamas thanks to the non-existence of your panties.

"Put it in," you barble full of ecstasy, you feel him grinning near your collarbone.

"Already?"

"Yes, hurry."

"Are you wet?" he doesn't let you answer as he keeps talking— "Let me see… No panties," suguru emphasizes. Without asking permission, he reaches through the elastic of your shorts and positions himself with his middle finger between the soggy folds of your pussy. He rubs your clit, you blindly reach for his erection in an awkward position where you throw your arm back but he stops it; ceasing to knead your breasts to make it prisoner against your back.

You moan, wanting to touch him too, but all prayer is half-hearted the moment his hooked fingers expand your pussy. Suguru is fucking it with his digits, you are obscenely wet, you soak him to the knuckles, staining your own thighs in the process and the room fills with the sticky 'click click click' sounds along with the chorus of needy moans.

Suguru kisses your wet temple.

"I missed you," he admits, increasing the rhythm, his wrist beginning to cramp.

"I missed you more! Suguru.. stop, I don't want to-!"

You try to stop him by pushing his hand away from you but this doesn't help much.

"Condom," he says through gritted teeth.

"We don't have…" you hate yourself at that moment for forgetting to buy but he hates himself more.

Reluctantly Suguru pulls his fingers out of you.

"Fuck it," Suguru growls. You hear him unzip and pull down his uniform pants, just enough to pull his cock out. "Let me fuck you like this…" he asks, taking your cheek and pulling it apart, exposing your ass and pussy from behind, Suguru spits on his hand and fucks the swollen tip of his cock for a while, just watching you dripping and squeezing around nothing. "I'm gonna pull out.." Suguru promises falsely.

"Hm," you nod looking back spreading your legs wider for him.

You feel him at your entrance, rubbing all over your wet slit with his even wetter head. Suguru taps your sensitive clit with his stiff cock and slides in one shot inside you before you have time to beg him.

You can feel him trembling and it's desperate. He doesn't move and you want to scream.

"Baby…" you call out to him, looking back up at him and he tastes the desperation in your broken voice.

"Let's sleep like this." Suguru wraps his arms around your waist again to the same innocent position as before, only now you can feel it throb and fill you to a point where you can't breathe.

"Babe…" you call out to him again, this time he spanks you lightly.

"Don't move, you're going to make me cum."

"Suguru…" You whimper a third time and he mischievously gives a deep thrust of his hips.

"Stay still. Let me feel you." He returns to his original spot, massaging your breasts and tugging on your nipples, you moan.

"I love you," you sob, trying to distract yourself from the fact that you needed to stimulate your clit, that it was throbbing and that you clearly weren't going to be able to sleep.

For a brief flash you imagine if you could make yourself cum silently.

#wr #wr.geto #geto x reader #geto x you #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #geto suguru smut #geto smut

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moonstruckme · 3 months ago

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I really enjoy your writing and just read of of your jillyxreader fics. Could I request (if open) jillyxreader where reader has a nightmare and just Overall comfort and sweet fluff that will put me and reader back to sleep 🌙💫✨️

Thank you lovely <3

poly!Jily x fem!reader ♡ 697 words

Lily wakes in an upset without really knowing why. James’ arm is wrapped snugly around her waist, one of her hands clasped over his and the other pillowing your cheek. You’ve curled your fingers loosely around her wrist in your sleep as though to keep her from moving away. It relaxes her some, that you’re both here, but after a moment she realizes what it was that woke her. You’re making soft, distressed little sounds in the back of your throat. Whimpering.

“Sweetheart,” she murmurs, more on impulse than with any intention. Her thumb strokes once across your cheek, and your fingers tighten around her wrist. But you’re nearly as deep a sleeper as James, and you don’t rouse.

Lily touches James’ bicep where it lays over her shoulder (as is her prerogative and her absolute pleasure), rubbing at first and then squeezing lightly when that doesn’t work. His shapeless murmur ghosts over her ear as he stirs.

“Jamie.” She strokes his arm more kindly. “I think she’s having a nightmare.”

James makes a sleepy, concerned sound, his cheek warm where he rests it on Lily’s arm to see you. “Oh,” he coos. “Wake ‘er up, then.”

“I don’t…” Lily hesitates. “I don’t want to scare her.”

Lily isn’t usually a tentative person. Actually, she prides herself on being someone who often knows just what to do. She can think on her feet, she knows her principles, and she’s generally good with people. But Lily never had to work for James’ affection (though she tries every day to deserve it) and though you’ve never been withholding with yours, she sometimes feels insecure in knowing precisely the right thing to do for you. James is inherently loveable, but she still has no clue why either of you have chosen her; she’s afraid to be the one to mess things up.

Sometimes, she thinks James knows this. He mushes his lips to her arm, stubble tickling, says “s’okay, lovely,” and reaches for you himself.

You do wake as Lily feared, with a start and a short breath, but you calm quickly under James’ touch, Lily’s hand still underneath your cheek.

“Shh, you’re okay, angel.” James rubs your shoulder softly as the tension in your body eases. “Everything’s okay.”

“Oh my god.” You let out a shuddery breath. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright.” Lily strokes a short line under your eye with her thumb. “Bad dream?”

“Mm.” You look between her and James. Then take another deep breath, letting your face rest more heavily in her palm. “I woke you?”

“Not really,” she lies. “You sounded upset, though.”

You frown. “I was making sounds?”

Lily nods, feeling her brows draw together sympathetically. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You think about it for a second, forefinger stroking the inside of her wrist. Warmth seeps through Lily’s skin, settling pleasurably inside her.

“Thanks,” you say after a few moments, “but I think I’d rather not. It’ll just make it harder for me to get back to sleep.”

“Will you be able to get back to sleep?” James asks.

You nod, but your shoulders draw up uncertainly. “I think so.”

“Mm. Best take measures to ensure it.” He reaches over Lily, who flattens herself to the bed as James takes your waist in his hands. “C’mere, lovie.”

You smile and apologize to Lily as James hauls you over her, situating you between them.

“Don’t worry about it.” She kisses the hill of your cheek, drawing back to look you in the eyes. It’s dark enough that she can’t make out much of you, but your eyes glitter faintly in the low light, pupils large and trusting. Lily’s heart feels heavy with fondness. “Is this going to help, sweetheart?”

You smile faintly. “Yeah,” you say, moving forward to kiss her on the lips.

“Yeah,” James echoes you. He plants a smacker on your cheek, then leans over you to do the same to Lily, his demeanor playful but the hand he pets down your arm comforting. “Course it’s going to help, babe, don’t be so silly. Have a bit of faith, yeah?”

“Right.” Lily links your hands, bringing them to her lips. “My mistake.”

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polakina · 11 months ago

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how they fuck you

red dead redemption headcanons #2

hc masterlist // masterlist

on my third playthrough of rdr2 and i cannot bring myself to play low honour. why do i put myself through this?

also this is ridiculously long, got a little carried away but i shall not apologise

rating: explicit

is always gentle with you at first

delicate touches, lingering kisses, gazing eyes at your every movement or ministration

"what do you want, mi amor? tell me"

loves to hear you beg for him, want him

it just turns him on even more

dirty talk through the ROOF

this man knows how to talk you through it

"fuck you feel amazing, hermosa. yeah, just like that, huh? anything for you"

will eat you out for days if he could

never really tried it before, even when he lived in Mexico, he never really gave it a go

but with you, he wanted to try everything. whatever you wanted, he was up for it

so when you first asked him, he was nervous as hell, but willing to try

he found out he loved it and does it every single fucking time he had you all to himself

buries himself between your thighs like a man starved, his arms wrapped tightly around your thighs to keep you still

his tongue worked fucking wonders on your pussy, knowing exactly where to focus his attention, loving how you always moaned a little softer when his tongue dipped inside your cunt

fucks you slow, savouring the moment when he can

loves to have you riding him. seeing you on top spurs something inside him

his hands grip your waist fiercely, guiding your hips to grind against him, pulling sweet, elicit moans from your throat

loves to cut your clothes from your body with his knife

it's so much more satisfying than just taking them off with his hands

kinda likes quickies. prefers taking his time but there's something about pulling you away for a few minutes to have his way with you behind the protection of a tree or something that he loves

usually happens out on missions, so there's risk of the gang seeing you guys, but what's life without a little risk?

you could be on watch beside your tent while everyone sleeps, and javier will come over to keep you company

but it doesn't take long for his hand to slip into your pants as he whispers all sorts of things in your ear as he sits behind you while you try and continue your watch duty

was terrible at aftercare before, never really understood the in's and out's of it

but learned eventually with you, when you explained it to him

now he's at your beck and call whenever you need it

wear this man's hat around camp and that's all he needs to pull you to a secluded tent

but wear it while you fuck him? arthur would die happy in that exact moment

likes to call you 'cowgirl' when you ride him. you always roll your eyes at how stupid it sounds, but it doesn't stop him

the two of you don't have all the time in the world. being one of dutch's most trusted members, he's needed away from camp a lot more than anyone else

so you've both learned the art of being fast

and it doesn't take long for him to make you cum

never asks for them, but loves blowjobs

he likes to draw in his tent when he's got time to himself, so when he sees you come in and sink to your knees in between his lap, he can't think of a better sight

the absolute king of praises (have you heard how he talks to his horse?? imagine him talking to a woman oml)

not a fan of degrading, he never saw the appeal, but uses other methods to 'punish' you

"what do you want, darlin?" he'd say as he's fucking you from behind, your face pressed into the pillow to stifle your moans, your ass in the air held up by his hands on your hips. "oh babygirl, you wanna cum, huh? then you can beg me for it, can't you?"

will edge you for days

especially when he knows he's going to be away for a few days afterwards

definitely grabs the headboard

mainly for his own stability to be able to thrust into you harder as you moan his name into the room

has his hands on you at all times

holding your hands above your head by your wrists, holding your face against the mattress with his hand on the back of your neck, curling his fingers in your hair and gently yanking your head back when he pounds into you

when you do get a night away from camp, he wants to make it last the whole night

takes his time with you to the point where he's practically teasing you for hours

takes his time undressing you, kissing every part of your body, touching every part of you until his fingerprints were practically imprinted into your skin

give this man some guidance or it's like walking through a maze blindfolded

learned a lot with you

figured out really quick what you liked and what you didn't like, what places he could touch you that would send your head spinning

this eventually led him to learn how to be very sneaky in public

he could touch you in such simple places, in such an innocent way that no one else would think anything of it

but you'd know, and you wouldn't stop it

you like the way he touched your neck? he was all over that shit, cupping your cheek, his fingers tickling your neck

you liked his hands in your hair? his fingers tangled at the base of your neck, pulling your hair slightly to tease you

his hand would rest on your thighs, fingers slowly creeping up your thigh while you were all sat around the campfire

you'd always give him a little glare, which he would ignore, a goofy smirk on his face

and the way he fucked you was no different

he had mastered the art of teasing your body and your limits, and put that knowledge in every time he had you alone

"come on, marston. stop teasin' me like this"

he'd always smirk, working his way down your body in a painfully slowly manner

"i'm takin' my time with you, sweetheart. you just lay back and relax. lemme take care of you"

loved to make you feel good before he even thought about himself

but when he was too pent up, he came a lot quicker than he wanted

but he made up for it when tending to you afterwards until you were practically pushing him away, too sensitive for his expert fingers

not the best at going down on you, but makes up with experience

but what he's really good with is his hands

his fingers

they know exactly what they're doing when he pushes them inside your soaked pussy

curling at that devastating spot inside you that makes you crumble to your knees

loves to be on top of you, seeing your face contort when he pushes inside you slowly, deeply

he's basic, a lover of missionary, but seeing your face and watching your body writhe under his grip is really what turns him on

#fanfiction #fluff #smut #fanfic #rdr2 smut #rdr2 fanfiction #rdr2 x reader #rdr2 #javier escuella smut #javier escuella rdr2 #javier escuella x reader #javier escuella #arthur morgan smut #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #john marston #john marston x reader

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faith-forgxtten-land · 1 year ago

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You haven't written anything NSFW for TMNT so its okay if its not something you're comfortable writing but do you think you could write something for Bay Donnie? I don't really have any preferences of requests other than squirting

Soaked | Donatello

okay, fair warning, i haven't written anything explicitly nsfw for like two years so be nice; i was hesitant in posting this because i have no faith in my writing, especially nsfw, but i hope you like it! bayverse!!

warnings: NSFW, squirting? swearing, mentions of cunt etc., not much else i don't think. everyone is 18+!! awful titles, never proofread

summary: donatello likes it when you soak his sheets

word count: 1691

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The world is bathed in darkness when you finally manage to open your eyes. The lair is quiet, and your head feels heavy as you squint. A hand is trailing your torso softly despite innumerable callouses, fingers sweeping delicately along the length of your spine in some silent rhythm. Your skin is warm, the cool touch of his palms soothing the heated flesh, and you giggle quietly as you imagine puffs of mist rising from where your bodies and their contrasting temperatures meet.

“You awake?”

With a humming reply and languid grace, you raise your head and try to make out his face in the dim light. You can’t see much, just a pair of soft eyes that make you feel more embraced than the blankets piled on top of you, as his other hand cups your cheek and you melt into him. He makes you feel like that a lot; like molten gold, pliant under his assured touches, burning and boneless and so, so precious.

“You fell asleep in the middle of movie night,” he says softly, lips brushing against your forehead in a gesture so tender it makes your heart clench. He traces his mouth down the swell of your cheek, caressing the lines of your face until he reaches your jaw. His kisses are indulgent and full, and you feel gluttonous as your hands seek his plastron eagerly. Even half-asleep, you want him wholly and desperately and you feel him huff a fond laugh, smiling knowingly against your throat.

“So needy,” he teases affectionately, the hand that had been mapping your back now beginning to move further downwards until the flesh of your thigh is in his grip. He squeezes it once, twice, and parts your legs. His beak presses harder into the delicate skin of your neck, and he inhales deeply before biting sharply. The contrast of his gentle hands and the sudden sting of his teeth causes your hips to stutter, and you can’t hold back a whine.

“I can smell you.” His voice is low and you shudder at the rasp in his tone. He pulls back to look into your eyes, and you swallow thickly; his irises have disappeared into blackness, as if they’re drowning in ink with pupils blown wide, and you feel yourself grow wetter at the wild look. You still can’t make out his face, but you know he looks wrecked, and a smug satisfaction settles deep within you.

The thought that your scent alone can ruin him, make primal need overwhelm him, make him look wanton, causes your toes to curl. His large hand, so huge on your body, grasps your thigh tightly again and you gasp as he squeezes hard enough to bruise this time. “You’re soaking already,” he groans, and you buck your hips, silently begging him to pull your sleep shorts down and feel it for himself.

Despite his teasing, he must feel as desperate as you because he’s quick to do exactly that and rub his finger against your folds. He curses loudly, the sound echoing in the quiet, and you spread your legs wider. “So fucking wet,” he chokes out, rubbing your swollen clit as he pushes his first finger inside of you. You’re so warm and tight and you feel yourself flutter around him.

“Donnie,” you gasp as he curls his finger just right. It’s the first word you’ve uttered, and he groans darkly at the desperation that coats the sound. He fucks you faster, his finger stretching you, drawing the most obscene sounds, wet slaps reverberating so loudly you’re sure everyone can hear them. You’re panting and flushed, hips grinding as he pumps in and out, and you moan loudly as he slips another digit inside.

He’s back to pressing open-mouthed kisses against your throat, lapping up the sweat that trickles down. “That’s it,” he murmurs reverently, sucking purple marks into your sensitive flesh and scissoring his fingers faster and harder, forceful pumps bordering on brutal. Your name is a growl on his tongue as he hits that perfect spot over and over, and you can’t stop yourself from mewling as he presses harshly against your sensitive nub, pleasure and pain blending in a way that makes you dizzy.

His pace is unrelenting and unforgiving, and you can feel the thrumming of your pulse, a delirious concoction of sensual agony shooting through your veins as you babble senselessly. “Donnie, please, please—”

He fixes his teeth over an especially delicate part of your throat and bites so hard you see stars, chest heaving and unable catch your breath as your walls clamp around his fingers. There’s going to be an outrageous mark, dark violet bruises and blatant indents of teeth in a place you have no hope of covering up, and the thought only makes you cry louder.

You think you might pass out for a minute or two as Donnie continues to finger-fuck you through your orgasm. You’re shaking and sensitive and sore, but he doesn’t let up even as you shiver and whine. “You can take it,” he tells you simply, and you nod quickly because you can, you’ll take whatever he gives you.

It doesn’t take long for you to reach the edge again, little gasps and whimpers slipping through your lips with every pump. He’s toying with you, a teasing grin pressed against the column of your throat that turns into a low laugh as you curse him for slowing whenever your thighs begin to tremble. Just as you think he’s about to slow again, he pinches your clit harshly and you can’t stop the wail that wrenches itself from your burning lungs.

His fingers fuck you through this orgasm too, spreading your legs wider as they spasm and weakly attempt to shut without his permission. Only when you fall still does he pull out, and you whimper more at the aching emptiness. He makes sure you’re watching as he brings his fingers to his mouth and tastes them; his tongue is playful, thick and flicking, and you feel the muscles of your stomach contract.

“Tease,” you croak, and his eyes somehow darken even further at just how wrecked you sound, your voice rasping and slurred.

“You’re right,” he agrees, brushing your folds again, digits stroking your puffy slit. You gasp as he pushes two fingers back in, squirming at the satisfying and sensitive discomfort shooting along your spine. “You’ve been so good.” He’s making those perfect curling motions inside of you and your back arches, tears gathering on your lashes as that agonising pleasure sparks, lighting up your blood and forcing your eyes to roll back.

“Donnie—”

There’s a pressure building, somehow more intense than before, and your thighs quiver as his fingers continue to fuck you without faltering, even as your legs threaten to snap closed at the unbearable sensitivity when he finds your clit once more.

You’re not sure if the sounds coming out of your mouth are words and you’re pretty sure you’re drooling, tongue lolling, but whatever noises escape your parted lips have Donnie pressing that spot inside you harder and harder, churring darkly. It's a sound that clatters through you as he returns his teeth to your throat like they belong there, like your neck is meant to be a canvas for his marks. “You can do it,” he groans. "You’re always so good for me.”

His fingers curl even more, and you choke on a moan as you realise what he’s asking for, what he’s building towards with every pump. Your own hand desperately grasps his forearm, not sure if you’re begging him to stop or urging him to keep going as you pant and whine, body writhing as he tears a sob from you that rattles your bones. “I can’t—”

“Yes, you can.” He’s tense, the muscles of his arm flexed and hard under your touch, and you can feel his sweat on your damp skin as he presses impossibly closer, almost lovingly nuzzling your neck now even as his fingers fuck you stupid.

You feel like you’re about to explode, the pressure agonising and tipping over into pain, blood boiling under your skin, and you can do nothing but cry wildly, screaming loud enough for everyone to hear, when you feel that tension inside you shatter like glass.

Donnie holds you as you convulse, shudders racking every inch of you, soft praises rushing from his lips as he presses gentle kisses along your jaw. He groans feeling your wetness gushing against him, soaking his plastron and his bedding, knowing your scent will cling to him and his bed for hours even after he showers and changes his sheets.

It's his favourite part, he thinks privately. It soothes something primal and animal within him, something he didn't even recognise until he had you writhing and coming undone under him for the first time. Making you lose control, satisfying you so good you can't help but squirt… He swallows the thought and scissors his fingers in you, watching the way you whimper with your eyes closed as he glides in and out of your pretty cunt with ease, your body always so responsive for him no matter what state you're in.

You’re certain you passed out this time, and when you come-to, Donnie still has his fingers inside of you, still pressing those feather-light kisses to your skin. You feel heavy and weightless all at once, eyelids fluttering, unsure whether to whine in relief or displeasure when his fingers retreat slowly and he brings them to his mouth again.

It takes you another minute to realise just how wet you are, your thighs glistening even in the low light, and the bed beneath you is completely drenched. You can’t muster any shame, only satisfaction coiling deep in your gut when you see just how soaked Donnie is too.

“Next time,” he breathes, voice guttural and promising, still sucking his fingers clean, “I want you on my face so I can drink every drop.”

You clench your thighs together, sore and aching and still so needy, and lick your lips. “That can be arranged.”

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2cupids · 6 months ago

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — dilf!jaemin x f!reader

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 — daddy kïnk, panty sniffing, püssy eating, f!ngering, pet names (princess, pretty girl, baby), reader’s in the fdau position. mdni (17+).

“did you miss daddy?” jaemin teasingly questions you while he’s face to face with your clothed pussy.

you hum, “missed you so much daddy.”

he presses a finger to your slick pussy lips, tracing their outline through your panties and making you gasp. you can feel your panties move as he pushes the fabric inside you with his finger, your wetness instantly soaking through the panties and onto his finger. a grin spread across his soft, plush lips, “i guess she missed me too.”

jaemin brings his face closer to your core and takes a deep breath, inhaling your intoxicating scent through your panties and it’s got your pussy clenching around air and has his dick twitching. he pulls them to the side and his eyes are glued to your pretty pussy, watching the way your arousal practically leaks out of you.

his middle and ring fingers are prodding at your entrance, further teasing you until he decides to slip both fingers in at once, barely giving you time to adjust to his thick fingers before he starts dragging them in and out of your slick core.

“always keeping this kitty nice and wet for daddy.” he says more so to himself, but it’s loud for you to hear. you whine and clench around his fingers, which he smirks at.

he lays his tongue flat against your clit, drawing circles around it before switching to using the tip of his tongue instead.

it’s been a while since you’ve had jaemin’s mouth on you and you’ve almost forgot how good it feels. you grind your hips back towards his mouth, driving his fingers deeper into your cunt and his tongue harder against your clit. jaemin groans against your core and the reverberations cause goosebumps to form on your skin and you moan into the pillows.

a few minutes have passed and now, he’s lapping at your clit like a dog and thrusting his fingers all the way into you until his knuckles meet your folds. you’ve created a steady rhythm so everytime you push your hips back it matches with the thrusts of his fingers.

“daddy.. so close,” you whine, knitting your eyebrows together as you put all your focus on coming undone all over jaemin’s fingers and face.

“yeah?” he asks, taking his mouth off you for a second before quickly going back in and attacking your sensitive clit.

your breathing starts to come in short, shallow breaths and you grip the sheets underneath you as you feel your orgasm getting closer by the second.

tears fill your eyes and you’re on the verge of cumming when jaemin suddenly stops what he’s doing and pulls away, watching as you clench around nothing.

jaemin licks his fingers clean while he waits for you to catch your breath and when you do, you turn over and lean back on your elbows. your wet eyes look up at him and you poke your glossy bottom lip out. “jae.. why did you stop?”

jaemin chuckles at you, realizing he’s the cause of this behavior and this is what he gets for constantly spoiling you. “i’m sorry princess, i just wanted you to cum on my dick instead.”

you sit up and cross your arms, still pouting. jaemin puts his hand on your thigh and proposes a way to make it up to you. “if you let me fuck you pretty girl, i’ll eat that sweet pussy later and put you to sleep. how does that sound?”

you tap your finger against your chin like you have to think long and hard of his proposal when you already accepted it before the words even left his mouth.

“hmm, i think i’d like that.” you uncross your arms and smile at him.

“really?,” jaemin asks, his voice dropping a few octaves as he crawls over to you, eyeing you like he’s a hunter and you’re the prey. “i knew you would baby.” he places a finger underneath your chin, lifting your face so he can kiss you as he guides you to lay down.

he grabs your scarf and hair tie off the nightstand and helps you tie up your braids, something he only does when he plans on fucking you for hours on end until you can’t remember your name.

yeah, this is going to be a long night.

#𐙚 .. 2cupids #nct smut #nct dream smut #jaemin smut #na jaemin smut #nct hard hours #nct scenario #nct x reader #x fem reader #kpop smut #kpop x reader #nct x black reader #kpop x black reader #kpop x poc reader #daddy k!nk #x black reader #black reader #chubby reader

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00valentina-writes00 · 3 days ago

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hello! I’ve read like twenty of your stories in like two hours. I’m in awe. And I’d like to request a Sevika x reader story? Maybe one where reader is feeling rather self conscious and Sevika tries to get through to them with words but that’s not what the reader needs (sex). (Im heavily implying smut) but you don’t have to, I just wanted to compliment your works!!

♡♥︎ Mine ♥︎♡

You wake up to the faint hum of Zaun’s undercity, the distant clatter of machinery and the occasional burst of chatter from the streets below seeping through the thin walls of Sevika’s apartment. Her arm is draped over your waist, her hand resting lightly on your stomach. The weight of it feels comforting, protective, but today it makes you tense. You’ve been avoiding this closeness, this intimacy, for days now. Your insecurities have been gnawing at you, whispering ugly truths in your ear. Your thighs are too thick. Your stomach is too soft. She’s not going to want you like this.

Sevika stirs behind you, her chest pressing against your back as she shifts. Her voice is low, gravelly from sleep. “You’re thinking too loud.”

You stiffen. “I’m not thinking about anything.”

“Bullshit.” Her hand tightens slightly on your stomach, fingers brushing against the soft curve there. “You’ve been dodging me all week. What’s going on?”

You shrug, trying to shake her off, but she doesn’t budge. Her grip is firm, insistent. “It’s nothing, Sevika. Just leave it.”

She exhales sharply, her breath warm against the back of your neck. “Don’t give me that. You know I don’t do well with cryptic bullshit. Spit it out.”

You swallow hard, your throat tightening. You don’t want to say it. You don’t want to give voice to the thoughts that have been plaguing you, but you know Sevika won’t let it go. She never does. “I just… I feel disgusting. Okay? My body’s… it’s not good enough. I don’t want you to see me like this.”

There’s a beat of silence, and then Sevika snorts. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

You whirl around to face her, your cheeks burning. “It’s not stupid! You don’t understand—”

“No, you don’t understand,” she interrupts, her voice sharp. Her grey eyes lock onto yours, piercing and unyielding. “You think I give a damn about what you look like? About a little extra weight or whatever the hell you’re obsessing over? News flash, darling—I don’t. I never have.”

Her words hit you like a punch, and you blink, stunned. Sevika’s never been one for sugarcoating, but this feels different. There’s a rawness in her tone, a ferocity that makes your chest tighten.

“But…” you start, but she cuts you off again.

“But nothing,” she growls, sitting up and leaning over you. Her copper prosthetic arm glints in the dim light as she braces herself on the mattress, caging you in. “You’re mine. Every damn inch of you. And I’m not letting you talk yourself out of that.”

You stare up at her, your heart pounding. Her presence is overwhelming, as it always is—towering, muscular, scarred. Her dark hair falls across her face, framing those sharp, angular features. Her lip piercing catches the light, drawing your eyes to her mouth, to the way her brownish-black lipstick smudges just slightly at the edges. She’s beautiful, in a way that’s all hard edges and raw power, and it makes you feel small in comparison.

“Sevika…” you whisper, your voice trembling.

She leans down, her nose brushing against yours. “You need to stop thinking so damn much,” she murmurs, her breath hot against your lips. “Let me show you how much I want you. How much I need you.”

Her hand moves from your waist to your thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh there. You shiver, your breath catching as she grips you harder, pulling your leg up to wrap around her hip. The movement is possessive, demanding, and it sends a jolt of heat straight to your core.

“Tell me you want this,” she demands, her voice low and rough.

“I… I want this,” you manage, your voice barely above a whisper.

She smirks, a wicked, predatory thing that makes your stomach flip. “Good.”

She doesn’t waste any time. Her hands are on you, rough and insistent, shoving your shirt up and over your head before you can even think to protest. Her mouth finds your neck, teeth nipping at your skin as she works her way down. Her prosthetic arm moves with a precision that’s almost unnerving, the cool metal brushing against your ribs as she strips you bare.

You’re exposed now, completely vulnerable under her gaze. You want to shrink away, to hide from the intensity of her stare, but she doesn’t let you. Her eyes rake over your body, cataloging every curve, every imperfection, and instead of disdain, you see something else. Hunger. Need.

“you’re beautiful,” she growls, her voice thick with desire.

You shake your head, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “I’m not—”

She silences you with a kiss, hard and bruising, her tongue pushing past your lips to claim your mouth. It’s not gentle, not tender—it’s possessive, demanding, and it leaves you breathless. When she pulls back, you’re panting, your chest heaving.

“Don’t argue with me,” she snaps, her eyes blazing. “I don’t have the patience for your self-loathing bullshit. You will not disrespect my girlfriend like that.”

Her hand moves between your legs, fingers sliding through your wetness with a rough, almost careless ease. You gasp, arching off the mattress as she teases you, her touch just this side of too much.

“See this?” she murmurs, her voice a low purr in your ear. “This is how much your body turns me on. How much I fucking crave you.”

Her fingers sink into you, deep and unrelenting, and you cry out, your nails digging into her shoulders. She doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down, her rhythm punishing as she fucks you with her hand. Your thighs tremble, your body tightening around her as she pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

“Look at me,” she commands, and you obey, your eyes locking onto hers. Her gaze is intense, unwavering, and it feels like she’s staring straight into your soul. “You’re perfect, alluring, and godlike. Every fucking part of you. And I’m not letting you forget it.”

You cum with a strangled cry, your body arching off the mattress as she works you through it, her fingers relentless. When it’s over, you’re shaking, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath.

Sevika smirks, pulling her hand away and licking her fingers clean with a deliberate slowness that makes your cheeks burn.

She moves off the bed, and you hear the sound of her rummaging through a drawer. When she turns back to you, she’s holding a strap-on, the thick, curved silicone gleaming in the dim light. Your breath hitches, your body already thrumming with anticipation.

She straps it on with practiced ease, her movements confident and unhurried. When she climbs back onto the bed, the weight of her presses you into the mattress, her body hovering over yours. Her grey eyes bore into you, and for a moment, it feels like she’s looking straight through you, past all your walls and insecurities.

“Tell me you you’re pretty,” she says again, her voice a growl.

You nod, your voice trembling. “I’m…I’m pretty Sevika..”

Her lips curl into a wicked smile. “Good girl.”

She doesn’t wait, doesn’t give you time to second-guess. She pushes into you in one smooth, brutal stroke, the stretch of her filling you completely. You gasp, your back arching as she bottoms out, the sensation overwhelming.

“Fuck,” she groans, her head dropping to your shoulder. “You’re so hot. So fucking perfect.”

She starts to move, her hips pistoning into you with a relentless rhythm. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, punctuated by your gasps and moans. Her hands grip your love handles, holding you in place as she fucks you, her pace unforgiving.

“You’re mine,” she growls, her voice rough with desire. “Mine, and I’m never letting you go.”

The words send a shiver down your spine, and you cling to her, your nails digging into her back as she drives you closer and closer to the edge. Your body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve alight with pleasure.

“Sevika, I’m— again-”

“Cum for me,” she demands, her voice a low snarl. “Now.”

You obey, your body shattering as pleasure crashes over you in waves. She fucks you through it, her rhythm never faltering, until your entire body is trembling with the force of it.

When she finally stills, her body pressed against yours, you’re both panting, your chests heaving as you try to catch your breath. She drops her forehead to yours, her grey eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your stomach flip.

“You’re mine,” she repeats in a whisper, her voice rough, “and I’m not letting you forget it.”

You nod, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “Yours,” you whisper back, your voice trembling.

She smirks, that wicked, predatory thing that makes your stomach flip. “Good girl.”

And then she’s moving again, her hips rolling against yours, and you realize with a gasp that she’s far from done with you.

“Sevika—”

“Shut up,” she growls, her voice low and dark. “I’m not done with you yet.”

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