#smut turned comfort

[soixxiesuix]

UNRAVEL-T•Kaulitz

⚠️!!Trigger/content Warnings!!⚠️

The following includes:

Mentions of r4pe, sexual manipulation, trauma, flashbacks, crying, and insecurities.

This will also include sexual content as in: heated kissing, clit play, palming,[basically foreplay and what not], finggering, and afab reader.

Summary: Tom and his girlfriend finally have the moment they've been waiting for, until the reader is met with troubles that prolong this. Tom, being the good boyfriend he is, is there for his love. Its basically a rape/sa comfort aswell for insecurities:]

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Tom was always a caring boyfriend. He gave you the affection you needed, texted you every day while he was busy with tours even if the text was short. And he even knew what you liked about certain foods, the boy was smitten.

He also knew, that technically, you were a virgin. He would joke about it from time to time given his playboy/ horny face persona for fans, but he knew what it was like to be nervous. Even if he seemed confident, he was actually a bit nervous himself in the bedroom.

He understood your confliction with having sex. You told him you wanted to wait for the right time, as you were 100% sure he was the right person.

But you couldn't help but feel somewhat scared.

What would he think of your body? Would he find it disgusting? You weren't exactly the beauty standard.

He had told you numerous times you were his, and vise versa, but it still lingered.

That was, until later that day.

You and Tom had been out shopping for some necessities, facial care, shampoo, etc.

And.

Of course, new underwear.

You always liked how cute Victorias Secret set were, lacey and docked out with bows, it was perfect.

You tried on various sets and ended up buying 3.

One, was a hot pink, littered with rhinestones made of fake gold. The second was a lepord print with a cute g string. And last, was a set riddled with white lace and two bows. One on the bra in the middle, and one right above your goodies.

Of course Tom had to see what he was working with. And he approved, not that you needed it anyway.

After you payed, you just thought what the hell, and put on the lacy pair. Oh how cute you looked!

But later, Tom did say a little something in the car.

"I cant wait to take all of that off of you."

Already in the heat of the moment, you lying on his hotel bed while he fiddles with the sides of your waist. He feels and looks for every curve in your body as he kisses and whispers to you sweet nothings.

You, being the sensitive gal you are, are letting out the tiniest gasps and moans as he memorizes the feel and warmth of your body.

His calloused hands reach further and further down, tickling your stomach. Your hands however, lay around his neck and play with his new black braids. They felt tight but smooth like silk. You liked them. You even more so wanted to tug on them the slightest but you didn't since you didn't want to hurt the man.

Tom now has his hand slipping into your panties. His fingers start to play with your slit, rubbing against you, TEASING you.

"Tom!"

You whine and pout.

"Please dont be like that!"

He only chuckles as he continues his little endeavor.

"I'm only making sure you're ready for me beautiful. And look, you're so wet I can feel my fingers slipping."

As he says that, he starts to bring his thimb to your clit. Rubbing circles while his middle and ring finger work into your hole.

Fuck, it felt so good, you just HAD to return the favor. Slowly, as you take off his baggy shirt and your own, you move your hands along his abs. They felt so good against you, like your hands were meant for him and him only. That thought only amplified in his mind as Tom felt your hands rub against his dick.

This led to him subconsciously using his hips to rub against you himself.

Everything felt so good, clothes were now on the floor leaving you both bare and in your undergarments...

It was all good.

Until he slipped off his boxers and pulled out a condom from the hotel bedside nightstand.

That is when you came into reality. There it was. Big and throbbing, waiting for you.

It scared you. As a way to comfort yourself you put your arms around your waist, only to feel your own flesh. No. Wait.

Not now. Why now? Of all times you had to cry...

Tom stops in his tracks as he sees the hot tears spill from your eyes, your face now hot and your body curling into a ball.

"Schatz? Whats wrong? What happened? Are you not ready?"

God why did be have to be so sweet? Here he is getting almost blue balled and he's concerned about you?

Sniffling, you look up at him. In truth, you were scared. Scared because your body and your mind were at war for this situation. You wanted this, you know you did. But memories on memories came flooding into your mind as you saw his cock.

"Tom. I'm so sorry. I didn't want to ruin this for you, I want this so bad but I just cant-"

"Hey, its okay. Just tell me whats wrong. Okay?"

He cuts you off, holding your face in his hands while he kisses your hot tears away from your warm face. Pulling you into a hug, he looks into your eyes and you nod. Finally agreeing to tell him the truth.

You told him everything. About your experience with someone who manipulated you into doing what they wanted when you were just a child. Even going far as family members. For years too. The thought of sex scared you because you didn't want something like that to happen again.

Not to mention you didn't find yourself attractive. You told him that you think you look like a pig. And ugly pig. That's what your family has called you. Ugly, lazy, and ungrateful.

He was appalled.

He never thought his gorgeous girlfriend would go through such things.

But he can't do much, other than to kiss you better while he hugs you the best he can. All he can do is apologize for the things that happened to such an amazing girl like you.

"I'm so sorry my love. I would be scared too if that happened to me."

He whispers. You look up at him, your tears now failing to fall as him being there for you was more than what you expected. It felt nice. It felt like a whole new emotion.

"Tom. I wanted to tell you sooner. But I was so scared. I didn't want you to think that I didn't want anything to do with all of that. But I do! I want to love you the best I can, I want us to have kids, I was us to become one entirely... I'm sorry I've made you wait so long for something as silly as this."

Tom gives you the sweetest kiss he can, hand under your jaw as he looks at you lovingly.

"You protecting yourself isn't silly baby. I promise."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Finally, you give him one last hug and kiss.

Then, you begin to speak again.

"What would you say if I made it up to you? For stopping."

"I wouldn't say no."

A smile grows on the German man's face as yours gets lower and lower.

Ah we are finally done!! This is one of my first fics and I think I did an okay job:] I haven't made one in a few years and I wanted to make this one a bit special!! I do need to work more on my writing but I did this within an hour so.

Anyway, if you've had this experience yourself, always seek help or if not I am here always<3

Bye bye<3

[nappingmoon]

suguru x reader - nsfw

wc: 3.6k

suguru coming to see you after he defected from jujutsu tech. 🎀

a/n: i actually forgot that jjk is highschool and not college before writing this so with the power bestowed upon me on tumblr dot com i declare that this is an au where everything is the same except suguru defects when he's like 22 and not 17 okay thank you stay blessed

you're on the porch of your little apartment-- a luxury in this market. between your fingers hangs a little cigarette, a bad habit that you picked up after one too many nights spent in shoko's presence. regardless, the headrush that each drag brings is a welcome feeling. you hadn't seen suguru since before he defected, and he hadn't deigned to reach out. in the weeks leading up to the incident -a detached term, as if calling it 'the massacre' would be too real of a reminder- you had spent nearly every night with him. you were often sent on separate missions during the day and on the occasion that you did see one another in public, not much more than a simple greeting or casual chat was exchanged between the two of you.

at night, however, he always found a way into your sheets. before the fateful mission, what you had was fun. it was sexy and sneaky and exciting and your heart always raced at the thought of what he was going to surprise you with that night. after the mission, the moments turned slower, needier, more intimate. suguru started talking less, instead craving your moans and becoming more insistent on ensuring your pleasure. he wouldn't let you touch him as much, and he grew increasingly frustrated when you would try to push his head away from between your thighs before he made you cum at least twice. his mannerisms became less cocky and assured and turned frantic and anxious, like an animal who just barely managed to escape a predator and still can't figure out if he's safe or not. you tried to work your way in to his brain, his heart, but he only opened up in vague sentences or deflected to a different topic. teetering the line between concerned questioning and prying was difficult and you could tell that if you overstepped, it was likely that he'd withdraw completely. when you heard the news, heard about the incident, your heart dropped, but you can't say you were completely surprised. there's just been radio silence then.

when you feel a presence approach from behind you, you don't jump. there's no need. you know who it is and you've been expecting him. in honest, it took him longer to seek you out than you thought it would. suguru's form comes into your field of vision, body obscuring most of your view of the right side of the street. neither of you speak as he plucks the cigarette from your fingers. pinched between his forefinger and thumb, suguru brings the butt to his lips. you watch as he inhales, the burning red end of the cig sparkling as it works its way up towards his fingers. his lungs expand and it is enough to finish what you had left. he tilts his head up as he releases the smoke, taking a peek at the sky. though the city lights dimmed much of the sky's vibrancy, a few scattered stars still burned bright enough to hold an audience. he's gorgeous.

the last of the smoke is still wisping out of his mouth when he finally speaks, his voice gravelly. "you've got to stop hanging out with shoko. this shit will kill you." you huff an amused exhale and lean your head onto your propped arm, watching as suguru rubs the end of the dying cigarette into your railing and dropping the ashed remnants into your little strawberry themed ashtray.

"a bit late to start worrying about things that could kill me, isn't it, suguru?" you raise your eyebrow and look him up and down. he's skinnier and the bags under his eyes are ever present, but he holds himself a little higher than he has in the past weeks. tormented, but assured of his decisions. he's dressed in casual clothes, likely to keep a low profile and avoid run ins with any sorcerers on his way to you. "I heard you had a run in with satoru the other day, how are you?" what the two of you had was special, sure, but you knew that no one came above satoru in his eyes. they were an inseparable pair, heads and tails, yin and yang. the split can't have been easy at all.

"I made a choice," suguru starts, eyes blankly roaming over your street. he still hasn't looked you in the eyes. "and he made his. that's all there is to it."

you hum, unconvinced but also not willing to put up a fight you clearly had no shot at winning. "and so now you've come to see little old me? are you gonna try to convince me to join the official suguru geto fanclub? become a loyal member and kneel at your feet until the day i die?"

finally turning to you, he scoffs and a small smile graces his lips at your antics. "while you on your knees is one of my favorite sights, I know you. your morals would never let you join me." he says, and the word 'morals' comes out like an insult. even still, at his first words your head fills with images of the past and you adjust your position on the railing, legs crossing lightly. the movement doesn't escape his notice.

"if you didn't come to convince me to join you, then what did you come for? i could turn ya in right now. should do it to if only for the fact that you left without telling me." you turn away from him, annoyance rising at the memory of sitting in your empty room, feeling so heavily the lack of his pretty face and cat-like form splayed on your bed asking questions about your skin care routine and teasing you for the trinkets you still have as remnants of the phases you went through at fifteen.

suguru doesn't answer and instead goes inside, the duck under the door frame a habitual motion. you follow him inside, sliding your glass door closed behind you. he makes his way through your apartment, touching little things as he goes. he adjusts the picture frame that holds the photo of you, the other second years, himself, satoru, and shoko. he avoids looking at haibara's smiling face and continues on into your room.

before following him, you grab him one of his favorite bottled teas from your fridge. you always kept a pack for him, and last week you found yourself unpacking them from your trip to the grocery store before you even realized what you had done.

when you enter your room, you see him sat on the edge of your bed. you come to stand between his spread legs, cold drink in your left hand while your right comes up to trace around his face. you play with the little bang that he always keeps out of his bun. "are slut strands just allowed in your cult or are they mandatory?" you tease.

"ha ha." suguru replies dryly. "give me some of the tea, please." you crack the cap open and extend the drink towards his hand, but instead of receiving it, he grabs your hips. thinking he's just being lazy, you bring the edge to his lips, ready to pour it in for him. his lips stay sealed and he shakes his head. confused, you still for a moment befor- oh. oh. as the realization dawns on your face, he grins and gently nods.

the bastard wants you to spit it in his mouth. it's something that started out a long time ago as a joke and stuck around, you doing it to one another every so often. but now? "you can drink it yourself, dickhead." you say, but he digs his fingers into your hips, and keeps his lips together, the refusal crystal clear. you know you shouldn't-- he is currently a criminal of the highest order. he's killed innocents and shed the blood of those you have risked your life to protect. he is a million times more dangerous than the cigarette he chided you for earlier. and yet. and yet and yet and yet. the pressure of his hands on your hips is so familiar and you have missed it so much. he has filled the space in your apartment that he left behind and just seeing him here once again is making your heart thump. logically, you should run as fast as you can. instead, you bring the rim to your lips, let the cool liquid fill your mouth, and lean over. suguru brings one hand up from your hip, dragging it up your body before coming to rest on your face. you lean into the touch that you missed so much and allow him to bring your face to his, to bring your lips together. you let the tea pass from your lips to his and a bit spills down his chin. even so, he does nothing to stop it, and you aren't even entirely sure he noticed at all because as soon as the tea is done trickling into his mouth, his tongue comes into your mouth to tangle with yours. the hand on your cheek reaches around your head to press you closer into him. he takes the bottle from your hand and reaches down to place it on the floor before standing.

suguru is intoxicating. that is the only way you can describe him. with just a few kisses he has complete power over you. as he leans over to continue making out with you, you tug at his shirt, eager to run your hands across his skin again. you've missed the feeling so much. smiling into your kiss, he reaches down to grab the end of the cloth and bring it over his head, only separating long enough to get the shirt off before returning to you. he reaches down to grab the backs of your thighs and you jump, straddling him as you take his bottom lip between your teeth. you nibble softly, teasingly as you open your eyes to look into his. his pupils are blown and you know yours must be the same. he turns to face the bed, bringing his knee up and working his way up until he can lay you on your pillows. suguru cradles your head as he sets you on the bed, finally separating from you to lean back and get a good look at you. your spit shines on his lips as moonlight filters in through the space where your curtains don't quite close.

your chest rises and falls with vigor, finally getting an adequate air supply, but you itch to be close to him once again. you grab your shirt and rid yourself of it quickly, absentmindedly noting that it was actually one of the shirts he left at your place a while ago. you wore them when you missed him. (not a night passed in a shirt that wasn't his.) his fingers reach for the waistband of your shorts, grabbing the edge of your panties with them and working them down your legs. though standing for 10 seconds and ridding himself of his pants would have been easier, suguru shares your desperation for closeness and bends at the waist, laving at the hollow of your neck while shimmying out of his pants. your hands tug at his hair and run over the muscles of his back not minding the rustle of his body over yours because the weight over you was one you missed so much. when he finally kicks his pants and boxers off, he stays stuck to your chest, leaving a trail of little kisses in his wake. he makes it to your nipple where he presses one sweet kiss to the tip before taking it in his mouth and sucking. he moans at the feeling of your soft flesh in his mouth. you are an exquisite being and he truly worships every fiber of your existence. during the time he spent apart from you, he thought of this moment over and over. he moves over to your other nipple, sucking in marks on the way, making sure you are left with lasting evidence of his love. you gasp at the sting of his bite, looking down at where he laps at a small bead of red from where his teeth broke skin. over his broad shoulders, you can see where he grinds his hips into the bed, mindlessly seeking release while he focuses on his current devotion. your tummy swirls as he makes his way down, leaving little nips and hickies scattered in a pattern not unlike what he saw earlier in the sky. when he finally reaches your mound and presses a first kiss to your clit, you reach down and grab his face.

when suguru looks you in the eyes from his position between your legs, you swear he is only half registering you. he seems almost dazed, eyes glossy and head yearning to drop back down into your heat to give you the head of your life. before he can swat away your hands, however, you speak up, voice thick with need. "feel s'empty sugu." you whine, "need you in me now. it's been so long."

"but baby, need'ta stretch you out. need to make you cum and get you all ready t' take me. neeeed to taste you" he says, still fighting the hands that keep him up.

"i don't need it sugu. m' so wet. i promise. i need you to fill me up, 've missed it so much." this gets him out of his daze, and he begins to crawl back up to you.

"you need me that bad? yeah?" he whispers, hovering over you.

"mmhmm"

"needy girl got all soaked from just having me here, huh? you just need to be fucked this instant? my poor baby. i've neglected you too much." he starts dragging his dick up and down your folds, collecting your slick to make sure that he'll slide in easy enough. your nails grip on to his back, trying to entice him to put it in already. "okay baby, don't worry. i'll give you what you need."

suguru places a kiss to your cheekbone as pushes in. you both inhale at the sensation taking a moment to adjust. he slowly continues lowering himself in, murmuring small praises into your ear as you take all of him in. the stretch brings a twinge of pain, and likely would have been absent all together had suguru been allowed to give you the foreplay he wanted but the sense of love and tranquility that filled you as soon as he was all the way in was the closest thing you could get to heaven on earth. there was nothing in your heart, mind, or soul but love for the man taking over your senses.

sex with suguru varied a lot. nights after bars and parties were filled with giggly sex and lots of foreplay. after high adrenaline missions he was rough and experimental. if a teammate was seriously hurt or there was a casualty, he tended to need to be more dominant, finding solace in being able to control every aspect of your pleasure, from denying you your orgasm all night or overstimulating you and getting you to your peak more times than you could count. sometimes he liked to use toys, to tie you up, to let you tie him up. tonight though, he was tentative. he knew what you wanted and you were clear that you needed him, but the now that he was so close to you, the small, ugly voice of insecurity and shame inside bubbled up. shame for shutting you out, for his sins, for leaving, the list goes on. and so he uses each thrust into you as an apology. he reaches for your hand, sliding his fingers between yours and pressing them into your mattress. his eyes were screwed shut because he wasn't sure that if he looked at your teary eyes he could keep his composure and he needed tonight to be about you, to make you feel good.

he's quieter than normal and you notice it. the turmoil is all too clear to you and you know that he needs you now more than ever. "s- suguru, baby, look at me. please."

he shakes his head in response and your heart quivers. he's still your suguru despite it all. "baby please. look at me. it's okay. i'm okay and you're okay and we are going to make it through this." you place kisses on his nose and cheeks as he eases the tension in his face, peeking at you. the second he gets a good look at you, sweat already starting to stick hair to your forehead and eyes so enamored they almost have hearts in them, he groans and his pace falters for a sec. "you're making me feel so good suguru, you know that? you're so good to me, handsome. i could never stop loving you." you praise. you'd continue, but he dips his mouth to yours, cutting you off. you arch your back, pebbled nipples grazing his chest and he groans into you unlacing your fingers and bringing his hand to pinch your nipples. your moans fill the room. his thrusts get faster and the little plaps of your hips when they meet turn into more forceful smacks.

your praise and the way you feel around him nearly fry suguru's brain. the voices in his head are loud, telling him he's undeserving of you and your love and he whispers his apologies into your skin. he's overwhelmed and he's tearing up but he keeps rolling his hips into yours as if the world would end if he stopped. you try to get his attention by calling his name or clawing a bit at his back but he's in deep. reaching down between you, you swipe at your folds with two fingers, gathering some of your wetness only to reach up and stick them into suguru's mouth. he can't apologize with your digits pressing down on his tongue and you take the moment to reinforce your love. "suguru, listen to me. I love you and you don't have to apologize. you did what you had to do and that's okay. I love you." you pepper kisses between your words, trying your best to get your message through to him. he finally looks you in the eyes again, your voice his saving grace. "hi, baby. you back yet?" you say.

suguru finishes sucking your fingers clean and pulls back. "yeah, thanks for getting me out of there. 'was spiraling a lil bit. sor-" you cut off his apology with fingers to his lips and a roll of your own hips.

"don't apologize. just be here with me." you push at one shoulder with your arms, and suguru understands, grabbing your hips and flipping you over. "'s this okay?" you ask, straddling his hips and beginning to ride him.

"so much better than okay, gorgeous. 's perfect." as you bounce up and down, suguru reaches up to play with your clit and you feel the nerves send shocks up your spine. he starts whispering things like "you are the best thing that has ever happened to me" and "you're so perfect, doll. all mine"

as you near your peak, your legs start to shake and burn. you whine at the at the decrease in friction that comes of your slowing hips and suguru takes this as his moment to pick things back up. with his hands lifting you, he gives himself enough space to prop himself up and get a strong base to thrust into you from below. with your sugu now taking the lead, everything is just more intense. you fold over, trying to kiss him but missing due to the sheer force with which suguru is moving your body. small 'ah's come from your mouth and you feel your toes curl as you are tipped over, a wave of pleasure washing over you. you tighten up and your muscles twitch as suguru continues thrusting, chasing after his release and following just behind you. he pulls your body to his, gripping you in a tight, tight hug as he spills into you. his legs give out from under him and you land together in a little heap of love, sweat, and limbs. his dick slips out of you and you already miss the sensation of being full, of being so close to him. for now though, you take the moment to catch your breath and to let your heart sync up with his. in a little, you two will get up and you will pee and brush your teeth side by side. when you come out, the bed will be clean and you will cuddle with your lover and be soothed into sleep by his slow breaths, grateful that you had at least this moment with him, sure that he'll disappear on you come sunrise.

in the morning, as the sun begins to warm your room, every logical thought is tell him to leave before you wake up. it will be easier to split without seeing your face, and talking in the morning will only create longer term attachment that has no place in the future he is building for himself and his girls. honestly, best case scenario would be you being so angry at him for leaving that you get over him all together. it is so simple!

so when he finds himself in your kitchen, making your eggs how you like them and pouring your cup of coffee in your favorite mug with just the right amount of milk in sugar, he's just as surprised as you are. and when you give him a kiss and sit in his lap and he sees the splotches of reds and purples that decorate your neck, paired with the little bit of drool from sleeping so well, he remembers why he didn't choose the easy route. where things will go from here is uncertain, but the outside world has no place in your apartment-- in his sanctuary. all that matters is your warmth in his arms and your lips on his.

[rosesradio]

last one and then i promise i'll stop flooding your inbox (for now) ((maybe)), for the Halloween drabble event! jercy where one of them comes back from a dangerous quest, Halloween related or not, and they hadn't been able to reach each other by IM or anything the whole time. in my mind it's a smutty reunion but i never say no to fluff so however you're feeling!! thanks for doing this, i live off jercy content

Percy kissed him. He kissed him because he wanted to. Because he needed to.

Even though he knew he shouldn't.

But who is he to deny what they both want?

Jason had emerged from the woods two hours prior, back from a dangerous quest that had taken five days. Everything had went smoothly—at least, as smoothly as things could go, anyway. The son of Jupiter was still left with bruises and gashes that would likely become scars. Upon finding him, Percy had immediately helped him back to his own cabin (Jason found a lot more comfort in the Poseidon cabin than his own). He had him use his shower, leaving some of his own clothes as he knew how much he liked wearing them. He brought a plate from the dining hall, allowing Jason to eat without the other campers bothering him about his quest. He patched up his wounds, pressing kisses to his skin between sweet words in a low voice.

It wasn't Percy's intention to wind Jason up. He honestly thought that was the least of either of their priorities.

That is, until Jason's eyes fluttered to a close as Percy pressed feather-soft kisses along his neck. He put his plate and cup aside, wrapping his arms around Percy's neck.

"Gods, I missed you," Jason started shakily. "Can I have…can I have more, please?"

Percy wasn't sure why, though the way Jason asked for sex was so gentle and sweet, it was almost hard to tell that was what he was asking for. Percy was gentle as well, of course (unless Jason asked him not to be), though he was also blunt. Still, Percy knew what he was asking for.

"Are you sure?" Percy asked, shifting with desire, his kisses becoming more open-mouthed on his skin. "I didn't mean to make it seem…I just wanted to take care of you. I mean, I'm down, of course, but….we probably shouldn't while you're injured…"

"I'm sure," Jason replied softly. "I mean, I can't do anything too crazy, but…I want you. I really missed you. Missed your voice…your hands…your cock…"

He said that last part so faintly, Percy almost missed it. Thank the gods he didn't.

"Gods, Jace," Percy breathed, pulling Jason into his lap. He laid the son of Jupiter down, straddling his hips. "You look like an angel, all laid out for me…"

And he kissed him. He was sure he shouldn't. He was sure they should have both waited until the next day, when Jason could take more ambrosia. When Percy grasped his hip, Jason winced, and Percy realized there was a healing bruise there.

Even so, whatever Jason wanted, he would get.

Percy would touch him carefully, winding him up in all his favorite ways. He'd finger him slowly, in no rush to get to the main event. He'd watch Jason unravel, watch his eyes darken as pants and moans escaped spit-slick lips.

And when he'd finally push inside him, Percy would steal himself, reeling himself in despite the tight heat of Jason that tended to make him spiral. He would do everything according to what Jason wanted, momentarily a toy of his own making entirely for the son of Jupiter. That's all he could want.

They would finally finish, Jason arching and grasping the sheets in that always-familar, never-forgettable way. Then, Percy would clean him off, wrapping him in warm blankets and holding him close. He would listen for the sound of his breathing evening out. Then, and only then, Percy would fall asleep alongside him.

Jason might have been raised by wolves, though Percy would be his loyal dog, always and forever.

[kingofthe-egirls]

LUFFY x Y/N (modern au) part 4

part 1 part 2 part 3

(cw: modern au, smut, fingering, cunnilingus, orgasm countdown, kissing, angst/fluff, comfort, reader is a survivor. [a/n--sorry i'm like this. i'm using these stories to heal])

(a/n: i'm overwhelmed with unabashed joy and therefore must never cringe)

Songs: "Jackie and Wilson" by Hozier, "To Be Alone" by Hozier

word count: 1.7k

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Luffy leans his weight into you, pressing you into the hotel mattress.

"Hiya," he murmurs against your lips. His elbows are on either side of your head, and he's thrusting gently against your clothed cunt. His jeans are riding low around his hips, and you scrabble desperate fingers under the hem of his shirt. His abs are soft and warm under your touch.

"Hey," you breathe, lifting the arch in your back to press your chest deeper into his. He slides his arms under your shoulders, and holds you close as he kisses you again. Your arms are around his neck, pressing him as tightly to you as you can. It's so good to feel him.

Real.

Apart from your virtual ventures, you haven't gotten much play besides your girlfriend. (Which is great, by the way.) But it's been a while since you've had a man. You love masculinity, love the traces of his jaw against your skin. Love the weight of him, pressing into you. Nami is so much smaller than you--you curvy and her thin--you always feel a little clumsier, around her. And femininity is great and all, but sometimes you just need a dick.

And Luffy seems more than happy to give it to you.

"What can I do ta ya?" He rasps softly against your ear. He takes the lobe in his teeth, pulling slightly. You whine in the back of your throat--short and sweet.

"Um--," you push up your chin, scooting closer under him. "I w-wanna make you cum," you confess.

Cherry blossoms bloom along his cheeks.

"I'd like that," he grins, teething at your jawline, "You've already done it once before. Plus, like, two more times since then, ha."

You bust out a laugh, helpless beneath him. He shakes over you, giggling too. "Well, I'm so glad," you huff out a breath, and press a kiss to his collarbone. His round face is open wide and shining, eyes crinkling like half-moons in his bronze skin.

Wow.

You've got it bad.

Luffy nuzzles against your cheek. "Thanks for that, baby." He rolls his hips against you once more. You gasp, face heating like a rose.

"Lu-uffy," you hook your legs around his thick waist, bringing him closer (harder) against you. He starts thrusting quicker, friction both electrocuting and freezing you in place. He regards you down the edge of his tip-turned nose. A sharp eyebrow twitches upward as he smirks.

"Wan' more?"

You nod, furiously, as you break away to tug off your shirt. Luffy sits back on his heels to take off his own, pulling the red t-shirt off over his head with one hand. You stare at his frame, lithe and muscular, and lick your lips. "You're welcome, by the way."

He giggles.

"Shishishi, guess it's my turn to please you," he leans forward again, hand going to the small of your back as he lays you down. The pillows crinkle beneath you. The hotel smells like lemon-scented bleach. A watercolor painting of a fox hangs on the wall in front of you.

Luffy's face is between your legs.

He kisses around your abdomen, over your bellybutton and along the waistband of your skirt. He slyly unzips it, dragging the silver buckle down the length of your thigh. He flicks his dark eyes back up to you, questioning, and you swallow with a nod. He pulls the leather fabric off of you in one, swift motion. Then his fingers are curled in your underwear, pulling them down your legs, too. You let him, lifting your hips for him to undress you. The cotton slides down your shivering thighs, his fingertips grazing your already-heated skin. He smiles, genuinely, as he gazes at your heat.

"S'pretty for me," he murmurs, ghosting both hands back up your thighs. He lies down slowly, making intense eye contact with your clit. You hum, snuggling back into the covers. They were soft, and downy. Your tits splay out side to side as you get comfy.

"Like it?" You ask, arching an eyebrow as he grins at you. His eyes flare like black opal, and your stomach drops. You're fucking in for it.

"Love it, pretty."

And then his tongue is at your clit, flicking over and over again with an intense speed. You groan, arching your back as your legs tighten around his head. His hair is fluffy and ticklish against your inner thigh. You card your fingers through it, gripping tightly. His locks are velvet soft, and you whine.

He pulses in with two fingers, curling upward with the pads of his third and fourth digits. His fingers are strong and thick, and he pumps them into you while he laps at your clit.

"Mm-fuck!" You squeal, twitching against his jaw. His licking and sucking fill the room with perverse noises, and your muffled squeaks aren't doing much to help. Luffy is hungrily groaning into your cunt, grinding his hips against the bed. "Y-you--," you pant, squeezing your eyes shut, "I--want you!" You moan with your spine curled forward, hunching around your pleasure as Luffy speeds up.

"Not yet," he tugs at your strings, playing you like a violin. Deft fingers illustrate a symphony your nerves are only just this shy of being able to withstand. You whimper, nails digging into his scalp. "Wanna see ya cum, first."

His nose is pressed against your pubic bone, his tongue now doing figure eights on your messy clit. Saliva and slick slip down his face and onto the mattress beneath you. He traces imaginary shapes on your clit, over and over again, almost like letters. You let out a gasp, laughing.

"Ya spellin' somethin'?" You ask, neck craned to watch him work.

"Mm," he hums, fingers stretching out like scissors. You shake, beneath his touch. "Wanna guess?"

You laugh out loud, now, and let your head fall back against the pillows with a soft thump. "Umm...," you breathe, chest ragged and heaving. Your skin is on fire by now, plush and deep velvet as you rake your hands over your own thighs. Your fingernails leave traces of scarlet ribbon in their wake. "M-maybe, 'cum?'" You guess, rutting your hips up against his face.

"Nuh-uh."

"Fuck--," you buck your hips. He giggles, vibrating against your cunt. "You're impossible," you mutter, before bringing your focus back on the shapes his tongue is now lazily curling out along your clit.

A curl, a circle, a line?

You whimper, unable to focus.

"I--I have ADHD," you cover your eyes with a forearm, "This isn't fair."

"Me too!" He happily exclaims, before diving back in to repeat his movements. His tongue is so...dexterous.

"L...Luffy?" You sound out, eyebrows scrunched as you search the ceiling for answers. "Are you spelling your own name?"

"Luffy's," he corrects, "'Cuz you're mine now."

"Oh, am I?" You tease, relaxing back in the bed as he fucks you with his hand. Your body is shivering, aching now, as it craves release. "Did you do the apostrophe?"

"The what?"

"Nevermind," you laugh, shaking your head against the pillow. Your hair is spread out, soft and tangled, around you. You lift up a little to make eye contact with him. He's staring directly at your cunt, pumping his fingers in and out of you slowly. He's drooling.

"Gonna make me cum, or what?"

He flares his gaze back up to you, wild and dark, and starts to speed up. He crooks his fingers, his other thumb pressing hard into your clit now. "Five," he says, without warning.

"What?"

He looks over your shaking form with adoration, plus something that almost looks like bloodlust. "Four." He licks his lips as he gazes back up at you. He pinches your clit, and you scream.

"Luffy!!!" You squeeze your eyes shut, toes curling as you bow forward. He snickers.

"Three."

His fingers crook up--delicious--as he speeds up inside you. His pace is unbelievably fast--almost like a vibrator. "F-fuck--," you groan, scrabbling at his head with feeble hands.

"Two."

He's pulling at your clit between finger and thumb, harsh and lovely and spurring you on toward the swell of your symphony. "That's it, baby, moan f'me," he coos, pressing kisses to your inner thigh. "One."

Fuck--

"Lu--," his name is cut off as a chorus on your lips, now gone silent as you shudder through an orgasm. You've never cum this hard, before.

Your name is silent on his lips, as well.

You don't see it, bowed forward and clutching at his hair, but his lips move in the shape of your name, over and over as he gazes at you in awe. Your pretty lips, your wild hair, he can't handle the way you choke on his name. He slows his fingers down inside you.

"Good, baby?" He asks, running a strong hand up and down your leg. His other goes to palm his cock beneath his shorts. He's aching for you, now. You nod, forcing your breathing to cool down. Something was--coming up for you, and you can't help the tears that slide hot and salty onto your cheeks.

[a/n: this is now completely selfish and personal to me, so don't read on if you'd like the story to end here. smut is over now lol]

"'M...sorry," you say, embarrassment flooding through you. "Sorry," you shake, gone cold all of a sudden, as something knotted and thorny comes undone in your chest. Something after--after all these years. "I'm sorry!"

He shushes you, cooing at you immediately. He rushes up to wrap you in his arms, stroking your hair as you start to sob. You press your face into his sternum, and take a shuddering breath. "'M sorry," you say again, pressed against his sweaty skin. You sniff, wetly.

"I'm sorry," he says, kissing the top of your head. He feels so strong around you. "Did I do something wrong?"

You swallow, shaking your head against the muscles of his chest. His scar is a flat pane of scarlet in your eye. "Nope, not you. Someone--else." That's all you say, and that's all he asks.

"I got you," he whispers, humming as he plants more kisses atop your head. You cringe into him, wrapping your own arms around his back. "Don't say sorry anymore, baby. 'S not your fault."

"I know," you whisper, bitter. "I'm just--sorry I'm like this, is all. I don't wanna be, anymore. But..."

"But ya gotta cry, sometimes. I know," he whispers, then tilts your chin up to his face. He's smiling softly at you, hotel lights sending twinkles in his gray eyes. "I cry, too."

You smile, in spite of yourself, and reach up to kiss his cheek.

"Thank you."

***

[fauustic]

afraid of what i can do

(implied afab) gender-nonconforming reader x miguel “spider-man 2099″ o’hara

smut. angst. comfort. as miguel grows more intimate with you, his insecurities catches up to him.

warnings: explicit smut. biting, marking, blood discussion. discussion of insecurities and the comfort that follows.

word count: 4238

A scratch of vinyl briefly interrupted the easygoing atmosphere settling upon the living room as the news station echoed softly throughout the apartment, flowing into an easy-going harmony of domestic bliss. It was nearing time to rest, you decided.

On nights like these as the pink hues of the sunset faded into a canvas of cobalt blue, a light smile dusted your features as you waited for your husband to return back home. The apartment you conjured into a humble, chaotic mess of your love became a safe space for the both of you, as the smell of desserts you'd painstakingly learn the recipes of just for Miguel to try with a puzzled curve of his brow and a displeased curl of his mouth, wafted through the kitchen and met your nose. 

You missed Miguel, as you settled into your nighttime routine and slipped on a shirt of his. Sometimes you imagined him getting ready for bed with you, just like any other couple– and falling asleep with him in your hold, snuggled within your embrace like you were the one who protected him. Miguel loved being the smaller spoon no matter the circumstances, after all.

After you had brushed your teeth and even prepared his own toothbrush, you shuffled throughout your shared space to double check if you had finished all the chores to just try and make his life a tad bit easier.

Dinner has been prepared, a comfort food of his that he made sure you knew he craved when Miguel was stuck working at his headquarters: Cocido de Garbanzos; a delicious stew that had bursts of flavors with a variety of all kinds of things, vegetables and pork and chorizo and garbanzo beans and–

You chuckled with Miguel in mind, remembering his panicked sputters of what ingredients were needed and how you weren't preparing anything correctly, it was something Miguel had taught you to make with little snaps to your skill whenever you had messed up– but you knew he loved the time spent with you and the effort you made trying to learn something important to him.

The window leading into the living room was open for an easy entrance, a reminder that he uttered frantically whenever he would wake you up in the early mornings while he got dressed for work. "Remember, mi cielo. Keep that–" he pointed towards the living room before sliding his hands together in a lighthearted plea. "Open, keep it open. Ever since you forgot that one time I am haunted."

Lastly, you wrote a note next to his meal. A simple, "glad you're home safe. I miss you."

The clean, fresh scent of laundry intermingled with Miguel’s smell embedded within his shirt welcomed you within the bundle of blankets and pillows that made up your shared space. Rest came to you like bees to petals on a warm summer day, drifting you off to rest after such an eventful day.

The next thing you remember is the touch of your husband, a pained groan escaping his lips as he slipped underneath the blankets and settled in between your legs without a word. His presence brought a wave of reassurance as he wordlessly clutched onto you like if Miguel let go, he’d wake up from a dream that’s carried him away and altered his very being.

"Long day?" You cooed into his damp hair, petals of water seeping into your cheeks as Miguel's face met your chest with a huff of relief. Sleep riddled your voice as you giggled, his deep inhales grazing your skin underneath one of his shirts. Miguel's shoulders tightened under the touch of your fingers, shaking in pleasure as you kneaded the soreness that plagued his muscles.

His hold wrapped around your ribs that rivalled the touch of handling a doll, meeting at the small of your back as he trapped you underneath him delicately. Miguel's chest rumbled lowly as his scarlet eyes fluttered shut, snuggling closer to your warmth. "You have no idea, mi conejito." He chuckled tiredly before pushing himself up, meeting your eyes with a tired curl of his lips.

You frowned, brushing your index against his freshly split eyebrow. He must have patched himself up while you were sleeping, and the thought of Miguel washing off blood from his wounds and bandaging himself in the silence of his mind made your heart practically shatter in a million pieces. The wince he barely covered up only made you feel more guilty.

"My love, you should have woken me up when you got home." You tutted faintly, speaking to him with so much patience that Miguel couldn't help but melt against the kiss you planted on his forehead after your light scolding. "I'm always here to make things easier on you."

As you took his face into your hands and danced your thumbs around his cheeks, heat met your touch as if he was slightly embarrassed by the way you spoke to him. So tenderly, treating him with the affection of a fragile thing.

"Didn't want to wake you up," he smiled lazily, fangs meeting the plush skin of his bottom lip. "Looked so cute in my shirt, laying in our bed.. baby, I couldn't bring myself to ruin such a beautiful thing." Miguel's words oozed like honey as he pecked you on the lips, short and sweet. A glimpse of the dark circles underneath his tired gaze showed through the darkness when a flying car whizzed by the window of your apartment.

Sliding your grasp up to his curls, you pulled at the dark brown locks peppered with grey. An airy groan escaped his lips as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. "Are you getting enough sleep, honey? I know the city's not going to clean itself, but big tough Spider-Man can take an off day every now and then. Maybe take the advice of those silly coworkers you–"

Your lighthearted mumble, a genuine concern blanketed with a joking tone, was cut off the moment his lips clashed into yours. The abrupt kiss had taken you off guard, allowing him to swipe his tongue into your mouth with ease. Miguel's arms unraveled around your form only to allow his hands the freedom to knead into the flesh of your hips as his tongue fought against yours. He was surrounding you entirely, looming over your form as his touch explored your skin with desperation, a neediness you haven't been exposed to in weeks. The scent of praline flooded your senses as his shirt bunched up, his mouth still greedily taking everything you had to offer. He moaned into your heavy breaths, fangs sinking into your bottom lip as he caged you underneath him.

A gasp erupted from your throat as the calloused pads of his thumbs trailed up underneath his shirt you adorned, painstakingly slow. You almost broke the kiss to tell him to stop distracting you from worrying about him, but he beat you to it.

Miguel ripped away from your lips, a string of saliva following his movements as he brought his forearm to his chin, wiping away your blood and the entanglement of your spit.

"Don't need to have you cracking jokes about those guys I'm stuck with all the damn time. Malditos idiotas." He breathed deeply, his lips– smeared with blood– curving into a sneer at the thought. "Especially due to the fact all I have on my mind is you, and you're thinking about someone else?" His palms cupped your breasts, one hand pinching your nipple sharply as his jealousy was made present. "That's not very nice, cariño." His other hand kneaded into the flesh of your chest, claws threatening the softness of your skin. Miguel was slowly losing his composure.

"Miguel–" you choked out as he straddled your leg, knee planted against your thigh as the other pushed lightly against the newfound need pooling onto the sheets, wetting his skin. His breath hitched as he dove back down, meeting the crook of your neck with urgency. A rip sounded throughout the intensity, startling you as the cold air met your skin.

"I need you," he murmured into your shoulder, marking your skin with hickies like his life depended on it. Miguel's lips danced around your flesh, not missing a single inch of skin as his fangs desperately sought purchase into your shoulder. "can I bite you, baby? Please, please let me bite you," He chanted as his words grew muddled with his mouth reconnecting with your shoulder, warm huffs meeting chilled goosebumps. You could feel his quivering lips, drool dribbling down and framing the curve of your breast.

You moaned, pushing his head impossibly closer to you in a lust-ridden frenzy. "Yes, god yes. Anything you want." You bared your neck, clawing at his messily styled curls that always awarded you with a throaty growl of his. Without another second to spare, hot pain followed with an explosion of pleasure racked through your entire being– rendering your mind useless as all you could think about was: Miguel, Miguel, Miguel.

Legs shaking, the tension you didn't even realize churning within your core snapped as his tongue swiped at the blood threatening to spill from where he pierced. "Miguel, oh my god– I'm, I'm coming–"

A low rumble of something akin to a purr accompanied your hazy rambles, your fingers mindlessly tangled within his curls and pulling hard. His length, confined to the fabric of his boxers and hovering over your thigh, grew impossibly harder as your squirms rubbed harshly against his cock. Miguel whimpered, detaching himself from your shoulder with a long kiss to the wound, just to nibble on your perked nipples as he grinded into your thigh like he's just as high as you from sinking his fangs into your flesh.

"Missed you, mi alma." His lips met yours in a much softer kiss as your body felt worn and blissful all at once. Tongue lazily fighting with yours', the flavor of his spit and your blood intertwined. Miguel lapped thoroughly into your mouth as he had created the loveliest wine. "Been needing this for weeks. Te amo mucho, love you so much it hurts." Miguel breathed into your drooling lips as his claws delicately met your thigh, your skin slick with his precum as he adjusted his position in your legs.

"My everything," He hissed through gritted teeth, tainted with your blood and spit dribbling down his chin. Miguel kicked off his boxers with endearingly cute frustration, brow curling up in irritation as he finally unclothed his achingly desperate erection. Slapping against his stomach, Miguel almost cried out in relief as a bead of sweat dripped from the stress lines on his forehead. "I need you, need you need you– please–" he whined as you heaved for breath, finally coming back to your senses. Miguel melted like putty into your hands as you finally returned your touch to his burning flesh, wiping away the needy tears littering his cheeks.

The stark comparison between the Miguel you found yourself holding hands with gingerly when in public, his expression as stoic as ever while he held onto your grasp like an anchor in crowds of people and the Miguel behind closed doors, desperately taking and grabbing any form of affection he's offered with an obvious craving for attention– the realization would had made you burst out in a puppy-love ridden giggle had he not pull you into another kiss.

"You can have me, baby." You sighed heavily, bringing your shaky hands to your hips in an attempt to remove the short sleepwear you wore to bed– but Miguel had different plans.

You could make out the light shake of his head in the darkness, the dim luminescence you kept on for his arrival peeking through the crack of the door to the bedroom. The consent you gave him, something he asked for every time the two of you fell into the heat of intimacy, altered the dynamic between the both of you the moment the words "yes, take anything you need, all for you" were uttered. 

Miguel brought his index to your stomach, tracing shapes into the softness of your skin like a flurry of fluttering kisses as his elbow met the soft sheets, grazing the flesh of your rib. He held himself up, surveying your expression with a certain coolness where you would have never assumed he was crying for any form of your touch moments ago. Every hitch of your breath would encourage him to brush the same pattern, a slight smirk accompanying his lips when you'd pant out his name like a worshipping plea. 

"Please, Miguel," you grabbed his wrist, encouraging him to soothe the aching bundle of nerves that uncomfortably stuttered against the shorts in every thrust against the air. "Not fair, baby– ah, please– would do anything to have you inside me–" tears welled up, clouding your gaze as you struggled to hold his amused stare. You couldn't help the pout that painted your features as he leaned forward to take your swollen lips between your teeth, furthering you into a puddle only for him.

"Just love hearing you beg," he purred, brushing his fingers further down until it finally reached the fabric of your drenched sleepwear, barely grazing your folds before cupping your entrance entirely. You leaned your head back in ecstasy, choking up as the embrace of your pillow welcomed you lovingly. "I can get drunk on it." His knuckles found its way to your bare clit, teasingly swiping the puffy flesh before you bucked into his hand, an airy chuckle clashing against your incoherence and breathy pants. 

To him, it was the best possible harmony his ears could ever be blessed with as his middle finger finally slipped into your entrance with ease. Your walls clenched around his digit with hunger, bucking your hips into his palm where he matched your pace with fascination and praise. Your tears met the crook of his neck when you pulled him into a tight hug, as Miguel somehow managed two more fingers– your teeth meeting the flesh of his shoulder while he stretched you open and plunged into your heat with an animalistic huff. 

Miguel heaved for air, trying to calm his nerves before he lost control– a single breath out of line would have him accidentally clawing down the trust you granted him. The power in his hands has him shivering, muddling your wrecked cries as he rocked against the spot he knew that had you crumbling in his hold. Your climax brought him out of his daze sparked from the humming reminder he locks away in the shadows of his thoughts, how you could break so easily in the clutches of his jaw.

Your fucked-out smile caught his eye and drew himself out of the dread plaguing his mind as his instincts craved to sink his teeth into your flesh once more, a wobble of his lips instantaneously had sobered you up in a fumble of limbs and soft groan of pain from digits still buried inside you.

"What's, what's wrong honey?" You whispered into the air, blanketed with the smell of sex and sweat. You guided his wrist, sliding his fingers out from the warmth of your core, an exhausted yet concerned frown etching your features. Your flesh ached with the familiar pain from his marks as you leaned forward, caressing his jaw as you lured him out from whatever insecurity consuming him. "I'm here, what's the matter? Did we do something that you didn't like?" Your words came out faintly, testing the waters when Miguel's hard downcast gaze stayed fixated on something between the both of you that weren't there.

You guided his hand, slick with your cum, to the curve of your waist as you took the other in an intimate entanglement of fingers. You kissed his knuckles tenderly, whispering sweet nothings as he collapsed into your chest, your chin meeting his hair as you rested your eyes. 

Miguel was prone to having moments of getting stuck in his own head, something you grew accustomed to as time went on between your relationship. You accepted it with open arms, just as you acknowledged and eased his worries when he finally came forward about being the masked hero that consumes the media. Just how you acknowledged the aspects of him that deemed him irreparably monstrous, the fangs tainting his smile and the retractable claws threatening to dig into anything the moment he loses composure. You had to admit you were startled that it would happen so abruptly in the heat of a moment, but you understand.

You knew his enhanced senses made him easier to overwhelm, so when the thought raced through your head guilt infested inside your brain as you tucked your arms underneath his arms and brought him into a tight hug, something you knew he loved because it helped him ground himself. Miguel's breathing swallowed, nuzzling into the hickies on your breasts that he had etched minutes ago. "I'm.. afraid." He confessed as you swept back his hair in the way you knew he loved. 

Humming in acknowledgment, you brought the blanket pooling around your entangled legs over the both of you. Miguel’s brows furrowed and his lips curled into a pout, smeared with the intertwined concoction of your blood and sweat. He was never one to share his feelings, so you took the time between his silence to braid the long curls– something he grew to love from his brief, unspoken paternal experiences. Miguel had mentioned it once in the quietness of your embrace after he had a much more severe shutdown, and you’ve held the knowledge very dear to your heart

“Afraid of what I could do to you,” He heaved, tears painting your blemishes like watercolor overlaying on canvas. The glint of wetness met the dim luminescence peeking into your bedroom, enriching the growingly red marks littering your skin like a work of art. “For a moment there, I could imagine myself– sinking into your flesh and never letting you leave.” His gaze met yours as he resituated himself, “and I want to. I feel like I need to, and one day if I just let go–” Miguel ripped his intense gaze just to be guided back to your own with your hand meeting his jaw. You said nothing but smiled, as he greedily took the opportunity to nuzzle into the palm of your hand. "I mean it when I tell you that you're my everything, the air I breathe–" the pads of your thumbs met the bags underneath his eyes, swiping away fresh wetness. Miguel hasn't cried in front of you in a long time, the occasion rare and unexpected. But you welcomed it easily, giving him the attention he needed and wanted. "I can't lose you too, mi lucero del alba. I'd lose myself."

You tutted softly for the second time that night, resting your forehead against his as he desperately choked down any air he could afford. His hold on you tightened almost suffocatingly, his bare body cuddling into yours's without a second thought. Forearms tucked around your waist, your hands wandered soothingly over his trembling form.

"You should have talked to me about this before pouncing on me like a rabid animal." Your words rang throughout the air, a silence looming over the both of you before he heartily chuckled– a heart-wrenching, choked huff that had you giggling in relief.

"I couldn't help myself, te ves deslumbrante. You're too gorgeous for this world, and I have you all to myself. Unbelievable." Miguel brought his lips to yours, trapping you underneath him with his forearms all over again. "I thought fucking my problems away would work," it was meant to come out as a joke, a small quip he allowed himself to murmur into the air– but you knew better. Miguel definitely thought it would work, as you drowned each other with kisses.

"Maybe let me lead next time," you whispered into his ear, trailing your fingertips down his abdomen. Miguel hissed, bucking into the soft plush mattress. He brokenly groaned into your neck, his unsheathed claws digging into the velvet flesh of your chest.

Miguel cried out, baring his teeth as he breathed in deeply– a subtle attempt in calming himself. "I don't want to hurt you, cariño." His doubts of himself came out in a huff, if you hadn't been paying attention to every move he made you would have easily missed his worries.

You sighed. Heart clenching and threatening to burst within the confinement of your rib cage, you guided his lips to yours for the millionth time that night. The entanglement of lips was slow as Miguel's breath hitched, your tongue slipping into his mouth. Metal flooded your senses, your basic human instincts buzzing alarmingly in a fit to tell you "run, go away, dangerous," but you never budged.

Accepting Miguel and everything that came with, you held onto his face like he was the only man in the world, treating him with a certain gentleness he's never been exposed to before you. His entire being craved your acceptance that rivalled the need for water and food, as if he didn't have you Miguel would turn into a shell of what he was just like before.

The both of you kissed sensually, taking the brief moments to breathe just to inhale one another's air like you were each other's life-source. Your smile met his unsure wobble of his lips, the salty wetness of his tears mixing with your lips. "I can handle it." You murmured as his cheek desperately pushed against his palm like a cat, a low rumble accompanying his small sobs.

"I can handle you," you told him as if it was fact, like your words were law and there was nothing else to worry about.

"You'll fail." He responded weakly, the trauma he kept locked away resurfaced with each kiss. Miguel looked as broken as you first saw him, an image of the first time you saw him cry after months of dealing with his snippy stoicism flashing within your mind.

"No, no. Not when it comes to you. I'll flip this entire city over for you."

A fragile smile, one that replicated the curve of glass, peeked through his blood-ridden lips. "That's my job, mi conejito."

You flicked him on his forehead, a laugh filling the careful atmosphere. "Well, you better be careful. I heard there was an opening." A growl interrupted your laughs, just for you to giggle tenfold as Miguel began tickling the blemishes littering your form with delicate claws. "Can't happen, baby. Don't want you getting hurt."

The laughter died down as Miguel's tickling came to a stop, his bare physique settling over you like a blanket while he held himself up just a fraction. His damp curls, slick with his sweat, tickled your neck as he used your chest like a pillow. Miguel's breathing finally grew softer and more serene, a soft snore filling the bedroom as you laid there. "My love," you began and Miguel hummed mindlessly. "We need to shower, I can't sleep with my cum on my hip as well as everything else seeping into the–"

"Okay, okay– cállate. There's no need to be gross."

"No need to be a big baby, you can handle my honesty." He huffed fallen strands of his curls from his forehead in faux annoyance at your counter. "I'll clean you up," you offered with a light smile, a warm, fuzzy feeling blossoming in your chest as he scooped you up in his arms. "Let's take a bath together."

"Don't start that again, I told you I'm no child–"

Your unstable legs met the plush velvet of the bath mat, "I want to lay in your lap as I wash your hair." 

"...' 

You knew you won when he settled you on top of him in the tub, beginning to fill the little area with warm water– something he preferred and you simply just adapted to it. As you lathered his hair, his eyes fluttered to a close and a deep purr rumbled from his throat. Miguel's lines indented within his features relaxed as you massaged his scalp, his hands finding purchase on your ass. 

Yet the heat of the night was over, the touches the two of you shared were nothing more than sweet. Miguel simply enjoyed the feel of his body against yours as his chin met your shoulder, your fingers meeting the nape of his neck while his entire being surrounded you.

"I'm proud of you." Was all you said, nestling yourself against his skin while you washed away the sweat and blood and cum between the both of you.

Miguel grew rigid before sliding his grasp to your waist, wrapping his arms around you in a hug. No words could be mustered, but by the way his muscles contracted and tightened, he appreciated the small praise as a fraction of a sob escaped his lips.

As the two of you settled into the comfort of the bathroom, allowing the warm water run just how he enjoyed it with the smell of bubblegum soap and praline flooding the apartment, Miguel held onto your form like you were threatening to disappear. And you let him, as you kissed his marred skin with unfiltered love. 

[mayxo-hxh]

Hisoka the man that would get his limbs decapitated with a straight face but would fall to his knees when the menstrual cramps hit him.

Illumi sees him lose a leg and laugh about it but the moment a single cramp hits he finds him on the floor in the dead family guy meme pose. Hiso on his period is so grumpy about life Illu gotta take care of him and give him a lot of love.........

[asexual-fandom-queen]

The thing about writing fanfiction during the hiatus is that without the structure of canon and the time pressure of getting something written before the next episode airs to debunk it, I sit down and write a thing that is NOT EVEN REMOTELY what I sat down intending to write

[bardic-inspo]

I know what fic I said I was gonna work on next but now I'm waffling about it 😶

What if i just. Type like two words at a time and rotate between three of them. 😂

[lewmagoo]

it’s getting serious y’all. i’ve made a spotify playlist for this upcoming werewolf bob fic. i’ll share it once i get the fic to a point where i know for sure i’ll be publishing it

[llycaons]

tgcf art is fun bc xl generally looks really nice and hc generally looks really mean. they just. complement each other lol. that's true love

[dramioneasks]

Devil's Waltz - Rodile - M, WIP - "Take my hand, Granger!" "What?" Her face was pale. Everyone around them was looking. Standing at the center of those burning gazes made her stomach twist. "Take my fucking hand," Draco hissed, pressing the words through his teeth. Something about his tone woke her from the numbed state. Her eyes snapped to him, narrowing dangerously. He tried to keep his mask on, but his eyes were burning. It was not something the people around could see. That fury and fire were only for her. --- A story that takes place partially in Hogwarts and then in the work life of Hermione and Draco because life always seems to bring them close. It is a post-war story, filled with sorrow and sadness, love and fire, longing and pining, sincerity and tenstion. How can one move on with the chains of the past still wrapped around them? How could one feel for someone who had pained them so much?

[agent-troi]

ugh i wanna write a new fic but my only ideas are long multi chapter endeavors and i just finished squeezing one out so i’m tired lol

[hellcheerficdatabase]

champagne problems

Author: @medusasfinalgirl

Rating/Warning: Explicit, referenced DV, referenced ED

Chapter Count: 1/1

Description: After turning down Jason's New Year's Eve proposal, Chrissy realizes there's only person she wants to call.

Tags: Alternate universe- no vecna, new years, marriage proposal, Chrissy turned it down, mechanic!Eddie, smut, hurt/comfort, Chrissy needs a hug, laura is a BAD mom, Chrissy finally stands up for herself, pining, so much pining, but it's mutual, Chrissy POV, one-shot, status: completed

[starmocha]

(me yapping so much in the tags is how i found out the limit is 30 tags 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠 so here's the rest of my thoughts 😭😭😭)

ROXIEEEEEEEE ILYSM THIS IS AN INSTANT FAVE AND GONNA BE MY FREQUENT REREAD

HUGGGINGGGGG YOUUUU SQUEEZING YOUUU OMG

i'm so glad to have you as my fellow caleb girlie in my life

sniffling these little caleb ficlets of yours always hitting such the right spot

ilysm wishing you to always have sweet dreams and no more nightmares

✨️manifesting only caleb dreams for you✨️

💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

≡;-꒰ 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I  𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓

╰┈➤ ❝ caleb x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni

tags : pwp (with plot; honestly more fluff-centric with a lil smut towards the end <3), mention of nightmares, comfort, kissing, cuddling, heavy petting, dry humping, praise, dirty talk, inappropriate use of evol (kinda), use of pet names "baby" "princess", + "pipsqueak" like… once. lmk if i missed any tags !

wc : 2.4k

an : AAAAA i gave in 😭 some of you may know that im a chronic nightmare haver and. absolutely nothing . n o thi ng !!!!!!!!! is going to stop me from writing fluffy smut with the love of my life JSNFBWHF (++ mildly inspired by @starmocha 's post, ily you keep me (in)sane <3)

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KO-FI JAR / COMMISSIONS

You can't sleep, but at least he's right there to help you.

"Caleb…"

It started with a soft nudge.

"Caleb?"

There was no reply.

Your head lifted then, momentarily leaving the comfort of the pillow… only to be met with stillness. You could feel a huff threatening to spill from your lips, ever indignant over moments of lack of attention from him—yet, the dark of the room reminded you exactly where you were. A glance at the clock on his bedside table showed you an hour you shouldn't be awake at; not normally, at least. And if that wasn't enough, then the silent, sleeping figure next to you would have proved it.

It wasn't fair to wake him up. You were the odd one out.

And, yet…

And, yet…

You pursed your lips.

A beat.

Two beats.

Three.

"Caaaaleeebbb…."

His name turned into a whine, and this time, you sat up, reaching to roll him over onto his back.

Thankful as you were of his general attentiveness to you, you watched a little wave of recognition wash over him.

"…Hmh? Pip..squeak…?"

A hand reached out to rub at his eyes, voice thick and raspy, the lower octave jumping out to you. And with that unfocused gaze, and those slow movements… He wasn't quite awake.

Sheepishly, you pawed at his arm.

"Sorry, can't sleep…" you mumbled.

"Mmm… That's a shame, 'cause I sure can…"

You looked at him with a frown.

Still asleep, my ass.

The lazy smile on his face contrasted with the droopy eyes his expression still wore, and yet, he was still clearly awake enough to tease. You knew he was only getting under your skin on purpose, but nevertheless, you wanted at least a smidge of comfort—you huffed in an indignant manner, reaching out to give his shoulder a little punch in protest.

At your motions, he laughed quietly.

"Alright, alright. C'mere."

He reached out to ruffle your hair, and there was a slight moment of pause. You watched him scan your figure—there was a sort of appreciation to it, a soft, fond gaze that felt a lot like… Home. And then with a yawn and a stretch, his arms tugged you closer to his body until you hadn't much of a choice but to roll over on top of him, his arms circling around your torso to gently hold you in place against him.

"Better?" he murmured.

You could feel the rise and fall of his chest, the little thrum of his voice as he spoke—it was a low whisper in your ear, still somewhat fighting the sleep from his tone, but just soft enough to lull you into a sense of comfort.

A small smile spread on your lips.

"Mhm," you nodded against him; "A little."

He allowed you to move and adjust yourself over him, legs resting neatly on either side of his waist, your body curled right into him with your head resting right above where his heart would be.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

You smiled.

He felt safe.

"...Only a little, though? What's up? Nightmare?"

There was a yawn to his voice, and slowly, you felt him begin to absentmindedly run his hand up and down your back.

In truth, he didn't need to ask. He knew you well enough—you were like this often; there weren't reasons otherwise to why you would be awake at this hour. And he knew, too—there would be no sleeping for you until you could forget whatever images you'd seen in your head just moments ago. You needed a distraction.

He would provide it.

You felt him nuzzle his nose into your hair, planting a series of chaste kisses, the pad of his thumb placing a little bit more pressure onto your back if only to reassure you that he was there.

That everything would be alright.

"Mm… Hard to close my eyes when I can still see it…" You sighed and tilted your head, chin resting atop his chest as you cherished the way his other hand had moved to gently stroke through your hair.

"Yeah? S'okay, I'll stay up with you." You could see the way the sleep had more or less worn off of his features, almost as if the only thing that mattered to him in the moment was staying alert enough to help you fall back asleep first.

It was kind of adorable.

Your eyes softened, enough to let out a playful roll of your eyes. "Aww, look at you being all warm and caring~"

"And, what? You'd rather I not be? Says the girl who's always come runnin' back to me after falling and scraping her knee at the playground!"

"Hey, that's different! It really hurt, you know?! You were there!"

"Uh-huh. And might I add you were runnin' from some supposed ghost of the swing set, just 'cause it wouldn't stop moving?"

"Ugh, don't you bring that back! I didn't understand the laws of physics yet! What else can you do when you're ten and not a science gal?!" The smug little smirk on his face was infuriating enough, and were you not so comfortably snuggled up in his arms, you'd have reached out to smack it off of him yourself. "I am not a kid anymore, thank you very much."

But if you thought he'd use your indignance to push your buttons a little further, to your surprise, his only response was a chuckle. His head leaned down to kiss the top of your forehead; "'Course I know that, you're all grown up now. Just… Where would you be without me, am I right?" He smiled, and this time, his hand slide over from the top of your head over to the side of your face. Gently, gently, he coaxed your head up a little bit, palm cupping your cheek with a little caress of his thumb. "Some things don't change. And since you are my princess, then I gotta give you the princess treatment."

Giggling a little, you shifted slightly to nuzzle your nose against his. "…Geez. Okay, I concede. 'Specially when you call me that."

"Princess? You really like that one, huh?"

And despite the laugh in his voice; despite the playful roll of his eyes right back at you, he leaned in to place a soft kiss on your lips.

One kiss.

Two.

Light, feathery touches that fall into soft, breathy laughs—

Another kiss, and then another.

Slowly, you found yourselves lost in a quiet moment of feeling each other like this, foreheads pressed together, fingers gently running through strands of hair.

So close— so… comforting.

"Feelin' better, baby?" he murmured.

And you realized that the pointless bickering, the little bit of reminiscing—all that he'd done by means of pulling you far away from your dreams and into the reality that you shared with him.

Because it was really, truly, all that mattered in the end.

Smiling softly, your gaze dropped back to his lips as you placed a little kiss to each corner, cherishing the soft huff of laughter that fell from his own.

"Mhm," you whispered. "Much, much better."

So close, so comforting.

You could look into his eyes—warm, and pretty, and so inherently him—and they would be the only things you'd care to look at.

"D'you wanna sleep now? Or…" There was a playful lilt to the way he spoke, and his eyebrow raised—you could feel him press your lower back a little bit more against him, the subtle way his hand dipped lower to rest upon the curve of your ass. You didn't miss the smirk that edged at his lips. "If you're not sleepy yet, I could think of a couple ways to make you sleepy…"

Typical Caleb.

You swat at his arm playfully, a louder laugh falling from your lips. "Caleb! It's, like, three in the morning! I though you were sleepy?!"

"Uh, yeah, I am. But clearly you aren't."

"But that's 'cause—!"

You caught the roll of his eyes as he leaned up to give you another little kiss, and then promptly gave you a look.

"Heyyy. It'd help you sleep, right?" he offered a lazy smile. "And I told you I'd help you. You're in a pretty ideal position too, you know."

You were used to being curled up on his chest like this, but now that he'd suggested it, you had to realize that he was right—and perhaps as a little test, perhaps because you couldn't help it, you gave a little experimental roll of your hips.

The immediate gasp was more of a reaction than you'd expected, and then even you couldn't help the knowing smirk from spreading across your features.

"Shit— oh, that's how we're doin' this, huh?" He spoke through gritted teeth, but his hands had already slid down to rest at your hips. "Gonna use me to get yourself off, s'that it?"

"You suggested it!" you shot back, "don't you take back your words!"

"Oh, don't you worry about that. No way in hell am I takin' back anythin', princess." Another lazy grin despite the firm hold he had on your hips, and he cocked his head to the side. "Well? Go on, baby, do your thing."

It was near embarrassing how easily he could have you dripping wet with just his words, with his voice, yet you knew with certainty that you could have the same effect—every tentative roll of your hips brought out such delicious sighs from his lips, and you could watch with glee the way his eyes would flutter shut. You'd never been more grateful for the thin fabric of your pajamas; the stiff outline of his erection pressed so perfectly against you that the barrier almost didn't matter at all.

"Caleb…" you gasped. You'd fall into him as the movement of your hips sped up, and you could already feel the messy slick that had seeped right through your clothing.

"Keep goin' baby, just like that. Lemme feel you…" One hand slid back up your body, dipping beneath your shirt to caress your skin. "Such a pretty lil princess. You like this, huh? Grindin' all over me like this?"

His palm pressed into your skin—more, he mouthed. Faster.

And you nearly cried as you swallowed your own moans against his lips, feeling the way his hands dug back into your hips, urging you, urging you, guiding your hips into a frenzied rhythm.

Mindless.

Needy.

"M-mmhf, not— mm—! N-not enough, need m— mm—!" You moaned between kisses, and your eyes nearly rolled back into your head as the pressure around you steadily increased.

You knew what he was doing.

The minute he pulled back from your lips to take in the dazed look in your eyes, lips nearly red and swollen, you could see the surge of pride flash in his eyes.

"C-Caleb…" you whined. The hold on your hips was nearly bruising, but it was nothing compared to the way he'd push you so harshly against him, practically digging the shape of his cock into the dampness of your clothing. Slowly, slowly, you felt the cool air of the night hit your thighs, your wet slick mapping over his cock as your pajamas slid down to expose your panties.

Your hands gripped tightly onto his arms—

He wasn't lifting a finger.

"Ch-cheater…!" You huffed. "You can't…! C-can't use—hnng— y-your evol, like…!"

He only chuckled. "No? You said you needed more, though. C'mon, baby… S'okay, I got you. Gonna make you feel so good."

You groaned, burying your head into his chest, allowing him to move your hips as he saw fit.

Every needy drag and grind of your clothed cunt right against him had you soaking his clothing, pushing onto him, chasing that friction. And now that he wasn't kissing you—now that he had his hands free to roam your body, to tangle into your hair, to feel you…

He chuckled, pressing his lips down to your ear. "That’s right, moan so pretty f'me. Lift your head a lil, let me hear you, baby. Tell me how good you feel."

The tip of his cock grazed your clit, and your nails nearly dug into him with a cry. "W-wait—!"

Obedient.

You lifted your head to look at him, but your gaze refused to focus. A blur of hazy pleasure had you panting, moaning incoherent words…

He wasn't even in you yet.

"C-Caleb, wait, I need… I need you, ple— please, please, just fuck me, I-I can't…!"

You shivered, feeling his fingers reach up to trail the side of your neck with ghostly touches.

"You really do wanna make me do all the work, huh…"

"N-no, I, I just…!"

"Wanna cum, right? Well, nothin' here to stop you, baby. C'mon… You can do it, I know you can. I'm helpin' you already, you know?"

Your chest heaved, and you knew he was right. Every movement had you nearly crying, your hips rutting against him and nearly jerking each time he would lift to grind up into you. The pressure from his evol made you dizzy, and you could feel the pleasure building, and building, and building—

Out of the blurry haze of your vision, you could see him give you another smirk, and his lips were back against your ear.

"Cum for me, baby."

He pressed you tight against him, forcing himself to feel you, groaning into your ear at the way your body shook with a pleasure so undeniable.

"There we go, there we go, that's it..." Soft murmurs into your hair, hands rubbing comfortingly over your back. And as the intensity of your orgasm slowly faded away, you felt him pepper kisses into your hair, his arms wrapped around you in a hug so secure.

You were aching, sensitive. He was right; you could feel the fatigue settling over your body, every heave of your chest slowly lulling you to sleep—

He wasn't about to let you.

He flipped you over within seconds, his eyes raking over your body so intensely that you keened under the drag of his gaze.

It didn't matter that you'd begun to feel a little sleepy; you knew he wasn't done with you.

"C- Caleb, you…"

He brought a finger down to your cunt, your slick gathering in an instant. He brought it up to his lips; gave a little bit of lick. "Such a mess. Ugh, sorry, baby, I think I won't be able to sleep 'til I get my fill… Let me stay up a bit longer?"

A press to your clit had you doubting the puppy-like gaze he'd given you, and you groaned—

So hard to resist.

"You're making this up to me in the morning…"

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an : that thing with the swing.. that's uh. that's based on personal experience. 😭

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[bells-of-black-sunday]

Hey look I remembered Sunday for once so I'm queuing some stuff-

You're reminder that these muses are open for casual smut interactions even if it might take me a while to reply :nodding:

Tarhos (any verse), Ghost, P.yramid H.ead, The Incubus, D.amien, B.aldwin, and S.armenti.

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

EVENING GLOW — KIM MINGYU ࿐

summary. you’re having a horrible, no good, very bad day and mingyu wants to do everything he can to make it better.

wc. 4.5k+

warnings. hurt/comfort, overthinking, reader goes through it and cries a lot, allusions to having anxiety, smut! soft bf!mingyu, so much praise (it’s insane), pet names (angel, baby, sweet/pretty girl), reader is v needy and sensitive, a lot of reassurance, hand holding, fingering, oral (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, slight dumbification, creampie, V SOFT, unprotected sex — MINORS DNI 18+

note. because i love keir ( @jeonghantis ) and bc they deserve the world and all of the stars. also it’s really for anyone who’s had way too many bad days in a row <3 u are very loved (by me and ur fave). also, i lost sight of the plot half way thru this (very common reoccurrence in all of my mingyu fics) so i apologize for that hehsh. i appreciate ur feedback! <3 and yes, this is loosely based off evening glow by wave to earth <33333333 + @toruro i also hope u like this hehehe

bad days aren’t uncommon for you, but you’ve had significantly less since kim mingyu waltzed into your life like the klutz he is. he manages to make every day brighter by simply existing. every smile, every laugh, every touch makes bad days seem like a distant memory.

that’s not to say you don’t still have them because you do. 

you still have days– like today– where it seems like nothing is right. days where you overthink every single thing in your life, ‘am i doing this right?’ ‘does he still love me?’ ‘does any of this even fucking matter?’ days where you want the earth to crack all the way open and swallow you whole. 

those days are beyond harsh. they have you trudging back home with wet lash lines, cloudy vision, and a loud voice in your head that’s begging– pleading– don’t cry, don’t cry, please don’t cry. 

and today… today felt like you went to hell and back. the second your eyes opened, you knew it was going to be one of those days and it truly was a series of rather unfortunate events. you woke up late and alone, you were reprimanded by your boss, you spilled your much-needed coffee during your break, your coworkers were much more hostile than usual, you got yelled at by clients over the phone, your personal phone died halfway through the day because, of course, you forgot to charge it last night, and then, the intrusive thoughts came. the ones that had you overthinking like crazy. 

and it’s not like you could talk to anyone about it (read: talk to mingyu about it). your phone was dead and you hated all of your coworkers, so you were stuck. stuck in limbo, it seemed, mind plagued with horrid thoughts. everything good in your life didn’t feel so good anymore. 

which is why you were practically in tears when you got back home, letting them roll down your face shamelessly as your hand fumbled the keys. you eventually got it into the lock– after steadying your shaky hand– turning the metal and letting yourself in. the second you shut the door, you press your back against it, head in your hands as you let out the soft sobs you've been holding in all day. 

on most of your bad days, you can keep your tears at bay till you make it into the shower. but, on days like today, you just can’t and your sobs echo through the empty apartment, reminding you that you’ll be alone till your boyfriend arrives. it’s not the prettiest sight, though, so you’re partially glad that mingyu misses it since he gets home after you. 

he usually does, at least. 

what you don’t realize is mingyu is home and he’s wandering around the apartment with his brows furrowed, confused as to where the sound of crying is coming from.

and when he sees you at the main entrance with your hands covering your face, he feels the air leave his lungs and his heart almost literally cracks in half. 

he treads carefully, slowly making his way to you. “...baby?”

you’re startled, choking on one of your sobs at the sound of his voice. out of mere embarrassment, you quickly wipe your tears with your sleeve though it does nothing to hide the fact that you actually have been crying. 

“gyu…” you say with a wavering voice, doing your absolute best to keep up your shitty facade. you quickly feel your resolve crumbling as you both stand in awkward silence, so you put your head down to avoid eye contact. “i-i thought you were working?”

he ignores your question and counters with his own, “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

you bite your trembling lip and shake your head, eyes still trained on the floor. 

he walks a few steps closer, now towering over your trembling body, “c’mon, angel. tell me what happened.”

you take a shuddered breath, slowly raising your head to look up at him. he frowns at your bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks and at the fact that all you can say is “hi…” in a nearly-inaudible, yet dulcet voice.

“hi, baby,” he whispers back, hands coming to cup your cheeks, thumbs wiping at your stray tears. “tell me what happened.” he repeats, a bit more demanding this time. 

you deflate, “i just had a bad day… it was nothing.”

he shakes his head at how you invalidate yourself, “it’s not nothing if it’s making you cry, Y/N…” he gently reminds.  “please tell me? i wanna help… if you’ll let me.”

you sigh, leaning into his touch. your eyes flutter close and the words escape you before your brain can process them. you tell him everything trying your hardest to not let your emotions get the best of you. it’s not like mingyu would care if you were crying and blubbering out your words, but you knew he hated seeing you so upset, so you refrain from shedding more tears. 

you try to refrain, at least. you can’t stop the way they helplessly fall when you open your eyes again. “nothing was going right, gyu… my day was so bad that it had me overthinking every little thing.”

“i’m sorry, baby.” he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours. “i’m so sorry i wasn’t there for you.”

you shake your head profusely, swallowing the lump you feel in your throat, “n-no! no, please, it’s not your fault, gyu, i swear. my phone died, so it’s not like you could’ve known anyway.”

he pulls away from you, hands coming down to hold yours. “what did you think about?” 

you squeeze his hands, “a lot of things…”

“like?” he frowns, pressing further.

you look away, mumbling out a lie, “i dunno. it was a lot… i can’t really remember right now. ”

truth be told, you didn’t want to admit the anxiety-induced thoughts you had earlier knowing he’d worry. if he heard half the ones you had about your relationship, you know he’d probably break down himself. you’re well aware mingyu loves you more than anything on earth because he never fails to remind you.

but sometimes, the tiny voice in the back of your head– the one that says he’s too good to be true– gets a bit too loud and you tend to forget all his little reminders– all the ‘i love you’s’ he whispers into your ear right before bed, all the kisses he peppers onto your face, all the hugs where he squeezes the life out of you. 

“you don’t have to tell me what you thought about, but i do want to tell you something,” he starts, a small smile making its way onto his pretty lips. he leans into you, with a voice so small as he says, “i love you. and i know i suffocate you with it sometimes, but it’s true. i love you so much. please don’t ever doubt that.”

you nod, sniffling, “i know.” 

his smile grows, “and?...”

your lips curve up a bit and you whisper, “and i love you, too.”

“you better not forget it,” he playfully jokes, forehead resting on yours again. “you know i love you the most, though.”

you giggle softly, shaking your head. “you always turn it into a competition. you know it isn’t right?”

“i know it isn’t, but i do.” he confirms, voice tender and a bit hushed. “i want you to remember that the next time you think too hard. i love my pretty girl the most… more than anything. i’d do anything to keep you happy. wanna see that pretty smile everyday.”

the genuinity– the love– that drips from his words has you weak. the words replay in your head over and over almost as if it’s on a constant loop.

i love my pretty girl. 

my pretty girl.

your breath hitches at the unanticipated pet name, remembering the sweet, innocent way it rolled off his tongue. you know you probably shouldn’t feel this way, but it doesn’t stop the way you squeeze your thighs together, pussy pulsing at the mere term of endearment. you’re almost sure mingyu can feel the heat radiating off your skin, yet he does nothing. he stands still, warm, brown eyes staring at your tear-stained face.

so you take matters into your own hands. 

you stand tall and lean into him. your nose brushes against his and the proximity between the two of you closes quickly. i want to be kissed, your face reads– begs– and he finally sees that, obliging reluctantly. 

his eyes flutter and his lips graze against yours before you take the lead and close the gap for him. as his mouth collides with yours, you feel warmth erupt in your body and you relish it.

the kiss is soft. gentle. it nearly has you melting under him.

but the longer his lips mold against yours, the longer his tongue roams the inside of your mouth, the needier you get. it’s like all your worries wash away. all the bad thoughts evaporate into thin air. all you can think about is the everlasting love you have for the man before you and the incessant love he has for you, too.

you untangle your hands from his in favor of pawing at his chest, nails digging into the cotton fabric of his shit and slightly biting into his skin. 

you’re slowly, yet surely losing your mind. the kiss deepens and all the coherent thoughts you had minutes prior are being pushed to the back as mingyu is on the forefront of your mind. you’re overcome with need for him. need for him to make you forget everything. need for him to fuck you till all you can think about him and the way his cock makes you feel.

and mingyu knows this, of course. he knows with the way you claw at him and how you whimper desperately as if you’ve been deprived from his touch for far too long. 

it’s why he doesn’t make you beg for it. instead he’s pulling away, watching you chase his lips while he breathlessly asks, “you sure you wanna do this, baby?” he looks so enamored with you. there’s no doubt you look like a complete mess right now, but it’s like he sees past it. past the tears, past the red eyes, past all the sadness. 

“please,” you whisper, sniffling again. 

he murmurs okay against your lips before grabbing your hand and guiding you to your shared room. 

he diligently strips you of your clothing, first your pants then your shirt. his fingers skillfully popping the buttons on your blouse and slipping it off your body, letting it fall into a pool on the ground. 

“so beautiful,” he whispers, massive hands immediately moving to grope your tits through your bra. “you’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N.” 

his words linger in the air and you feel them. you feel beautiful when he stares at you half naked in your cotton panties and mismatched bra. you feel beautiful with your puffy eyes and snotty nose. mingyu makes you feel so beautiful even in your most unfavorable moments. 

you whimper at his heavy hands, your own tugging at the ends of his shirt, wordlessly begging for the fabric to join the other clothes on the ground. he obliges immediately, practically ripping it off of himself before his hands are back on you. 

he pulls your bra down, letting your tits spill out, kneading at the flesh with hearts in his eyes. a breathy version of his name comes out of your mouth– 

and the sound makes his cock ache. his body yearns and begs to be inside of you. so much so that it has him swiftly unclasping your bra before gently pushing you onto the bed. he thinks it’s gentle, at least. mingyu tends to forget his strength so his gentle can be your rough. 

it doesn’t matter, it never has. every single act mingyu performs for you is one that comes from a place of love. he’s a benevolent man, not a single malicious bone lives in his hand-crafted body. 

“gyu,” you whisper, hand slipping in between your thighs to work on your clothed clit as he towers over you. at your own contact, you feel a shock run through your body and your back just slightly arches off the bed. “need you.”

he curses under his breath, suddenly unable to breathe in his loose house shorts. he hooks his fingers into the waistband, pulling them down and presenting his leaky, hard cock to you. 

and the sight has your entire body going hot. you throw your head back against the plush pillows and moan out his name, louder this time, fingers moving faster against your clit– though it would feel so much better if he finally put his hands on you. or better yet, his cock inside of you. 

“gyu,” you drag out his name in a cry and you finally feel the bed dip under his weight.

“i know, baby,” he whispers, hand moving yours away from your soaked panties in favor of replacing it. when his bigger fingers begin to rub circles into the covered bud, you gasp and let yours grasp at the sheets under you. “i know you need me. i’ve got you.” he reassures you, voice shaky as he notices just how wet you are. “gonna make you feel so good, don’t worry.”

but you don’t realize how sensitive you are because the second his hand slips inside your panties, his warm hand finding your heated cunt, fresh tears spring to your eyes. “oh, fuck,” you shudder, shaking underneath him. 

“you’re so wet,” he mutters the obvious, fingers dipping in between your folds to collect your slick before pulling his hand out. 

“don’t tease me,” you plead weakly.

he frowns, shaking his head, “i’m not– i won’t,” he tells you softly, rolling your panties off your body and down your legs. he tosses the cotton material over to join the other articles of clothing on the ground before his hands spread your legs open, displaying you for himself. “i told you that i got you, pretty girl, i promise.” 

you give him a broken nod, squirming in discomfort.

his hand is back on your pussy in no time, tapping at your drooling hole with two of his fingers. “this still okay?”

you nod again, “yes, gyu.”

he leans down, lips meeting yours as he presses into you with his index and middle fingers. he’s quick to swallow your moan as he stretches you open, feeling the way your gummy walls invite and welcome him in. 

your kiss is more fervent this time around. you can feel his need, the way he shoves his tongue into your mouth, messy and uncoordinated. it has you trapping his fingers between your wet walls, grinding with all your might against his hand. 

you have no clue how he manages to multi-task, both finger-fucking and kissing you into oblivion, but he does both without fail. you whine desperately against his lips, one of your hands coming to wrap around his wrist in hopes to support yourself. 

the wet squelching of your cunt fills the room and it has him pulling away from you for a second to groan out, “you hear that, angel? pretty pussy takin’ my fingers so fuckin’ well.”

you clench around him again, enveloping him as if your life depended on it– you feel so fucking good–

and yet you crave more. it feels good, yes, mingyu always has you seeing stars, but you need more. more of his fingers, more of him. and mingyu is probably well aware of the fact with the way your pussy swallows his fingers, but you know he’s reluctant about giving you too much because of… prior events.

you want that– you want too much. you want to forget about your shitty day. the only thing you want to think about, the only thing you want to be all-consumed by in this very moment, is mingyu. 

“m-more–” you whine against his lips as he wildly pushes in and out of your messy cunt. 

fingers unfaltering in speed, he pulls away from you breathlessly, lips wet and swollen. “more, baby?” 

“mhm,” you give him pleading eyes as you whisper, “wanna cum.”

“fuck,” he mumbles, nodding his head mindlessly as if your words put him into a daze. his fingers pull out and his ring finger joins the two that are already covered in your slick. they push into you slowly, effectively opening you up. “how’s this, beautiful? this enough?” 

you pant, clamping around the digits, squeezing them like a vice. “m-min-” you muffle your moan with your hand, more tears stinging in your eyes.

“no?” he asks, an endearing grin on his face. he maneuvers till he’s in between your legs, he moves further down the bed and your heart thumps erratically in your chest. 

it’s when his lips wrap around your clit while he concurrently thrusts his fingers into your sopping heat that you let out an ear-splitting moan. you lace your fingers into his silky hair and tug at his roots without a care. 

he winces and moans against you at the feeling, the pain making his cock throb against the bed. 

your mind escapes you, melting at the pleasure. his tongue flicks at the sensitive, swollen bud while his fingers curl against your sweet spot, pushing you closer and closer to the edge and you’re on the brink of pure ecstasy. 

“s-so close, fuck, i’m close, gyu.” you babble breathlessly. 

he moans again, tirelessly continuing his brutal attack on your pussy, but the sound waves of said moans shock your entirety and teeter right over the edge. your vision goes black for a solid minute, only a few specks of white in sight, your blinding orgasm taking your entire body over. 

you jerk under him, back arching as you release all over his fingers, the tightrope in your tummy completely unraveling and allowing you to soak his fingers in your syrupy arousal. his mouth moves down as he pulls out and slurps you up obnoxiously, eating you out as you cum.

and you can’t stop shaking, not even after he’s pulled his mouth and fingers away from you. your body twitches and writhes like he’s been working you for hours and mingyu, astounded, has never seen you like this– well, he definitely has– not after a single orgasm, at least.

he shudders, body burning with need. the taste of you alone has his brain a bit fuzzy. “are… you okay? was it too much?” he manages to ask, voice strained. 

mingyu thinks his question falls on deaf ears when all he hears is your heaving and tiny whimpers. he moves to clean you up, partially worried he overstimulated you, but then you make grabby hands at the large, flushed man.

he leans into your touch, allowing you to grab on to him, “what’s wrong?” 

when he looks into your eyes, glassy and glazed over, he notices the hint of need. the pinch of pure desperation. he sees the way you wordlessly ask for more of him, how you wordlessly ask for him to just fuck you already– he can’t deny you. not with the year-long day you’ve had or with the way his cock is basically begging to stuff you full. 

he pecks your lips and sits up again. a soft chuckle escapes him as you chase him for another kiss, but it quickly turns into a sharp breath when he looks down at your puffy, pulsing pussy. you’re crying for him, that much is obvious, but your pussy is just weeping. 

an endless trail of arousal continues to drool out of you and it’s so enticing… yet it feels so tantalizing… 

he feels a bit guilty for being this hard, for wanting to fuck you so bad. it’s in his good nature. you’ve told him countless times that it’s okay, that you need him, but he just wants to make sure. 

“are you sure?” he whispers, so soft that you could almost miss it. “we can just go to bed if you’re not up for this, Y/N.”

you can tell that mingyu is fighting inner turmoil. you know he always feels guilty for fucking you stupid. today, though, you’re sure he feels guilty for the other things. 

you don’t want him to. he shouldn’t feel guilty for something beyond his control, so you muster up all your strength and, in a wavered voice, tell him, “i want you… always want you.”

you hear his breath of relief and see the wobbly smile on his face and you mirror it. he’s quickly ridding his mind of the guilt and shame at your reassurance and lining himself up with your hole. he slides the tip of his cock between your lips and revels in the way you jolt gently. 

“deep breath f’me,” he mutters, knowing you’ll need it. when he hears your shaky inhale, he takes one of his own right as he pushes into you. “fuck,” he says breathlessly. you’re still so fucking tight around him.

a broken whine bubbles up in the back of your throat and mingyu watches the way your eyes screw shut and your jaw goes slack. beautiful, he thinks to himself. even when you’re fucked out of your mind.  

he finds the strength to push past the resistance, slowly shoving himself inside of you till his pelvis meets yours.

when he bottoms out, your face contorts and you’re spluttering over your words, “s-so big,” 

he nods his head like he knows. “i know, baby,” he murmurs, sliding one of his hands into yours. “but you’re so good for me, always take me so well.” he whispers this time as he’s leaning down, moving your intertwined hands next to your head on the pillow. his free hand cups your heated cheek and he studies you for a few minutes, cock fully sheathed inside of you. 

he watches your face change as you become accustomed to the size of him, how your contorted, pained face relaxes as the minutes pass. when your eyes flutter open and you whimper his name, “gyu…” he pulls out a tiny bit before pushing back in– something of an experimental thrust– and discerns your positive reaction. 

he repeats his actions, inching out a bit more and sliding back in with ease. his eyes observe you intently, noticing every reaction you make as he drives his cock in and out of you, each one going deeper than the last. 

his hand squeezes yours and his lips graze against yours, “feel good?” he asks, breath fanning over your face. 

“uh-huh, so good,” you respond in a pant. “th-thank you.”

he falters a bit, but continues to deliver his deep and calculated thrusts. “why are you thanking me, angel?”

“for taking care of me.” 

mingyu’s heart swells and nearly bursts right then and there. his smile practically reaches his ears because mingyu, admittedly, loves being the cause of your pleasure. he’s a giver. he always has been. 

it makes his hips move faster, his hips flushing to yours with every stroke. the bed squeaks under you, loud and annoyingly high-pitched. neither of you are bothered by the sound as you’re wrapped up within each other– you’re moaning and whining for more and more against his lips and he’s promising to deliver through deep groans and grunts against yours. 

and he does deliver. the tip of his cock kisses your cervix and it knocks the wind out of your lungs. you squeeze the hand in yours and your other comes to claw at his body. you dig your nails into the flesh of his arm, biting into him in favor of leaving crescent shapes on his smooth skin. 

he hisses, but the subtle sting just spurs him on. that and the way your pussy contracts around him.

“oh fuck,” you whisper, a high-pitched whine following the words. you’re so sensitive from your previous orgasm that it’s making all too much. your body is buzzing and the familiar knot is forming quicker than usual. “mingyu– mingyu, i-i’m so close.”

he nods, breathing out, “it’s okay, baby– cum for me. you deserve it.” you deserve everything you want, he fails to add. 

you don’t hold back, completely unraveling under him. you’re easily reduced to a mess, gushing all over his cock while you mewl a mantra of his name. your brain leaves you for a solid minute as you mindlessly babble out thank you’s and i love you’s. 

he pulls away from your lips as he watches you come undone. he’s truly so enraptured by you. with your tear-stained cheeks and the drool that trails past your bruised lips. when you tell him you love him– almost incoherently– his dick twitches in your spasming cunt. 

“i love you.” he groans, swiftly rocking into you. you’re sobbing in overstimulation, but he eases you with more praise. “you’re so good, fuck, so perfect. i love you so bad.”

his hand leaves your cheek, instead grabbing your free hand and intertwining your fingers. he pins your hands next to your head, just like the other, and continues fucking you. 

“my pretty girl,” he murmurs, holding your contrastingly smaller hands tightly. “i’m gonna cum inside… you want that right?”

the question triggers your mind back to life. “please,” you moan weakly. “n-need it.”

he twitches again, a throaty groan coming out of him before he gasps. his entire body stiffens before he presses himself all the way inside of you. his groans and grunts distort to needy moans as ropes of his seed paint the velvet walls of your convulsing heat. 

he attempts to control his breathing. after a minute straight of panting and whining, his heaving chest slows and falls into a steady rhythm. 

“are you okay?” he pants, pulling out of you, body still hovering over yours. “was it too much…”

your lips turn up into a tiny, sweet smile and nod your head, “‘m okay, baby.”

“good,” he whispers, leaning in and kissing your lips.

he releases you from his grasp and falls next to you, trying to recover more before cleaning you up. he sighs, soothing a hand over your skin and you scoot into him.

“i wanna help you,” mingyu starts with the softest voice you’ve ever heard after a few minutes of comfortable silence, “you can always tell me when you’re having one of these days, baby… you know that right?”

“i know,” you nod, mindlessly tracing shapes onto his bare chest. 

“i’m always gonna be here for you… as long as you’ll have me.”

“i know.” you repeat, words whispered this time. “you always make the days better– make them shine– you literally have a heart of gold, mingyu.” 

he chuckles, “i don’t,”

“no, you do. just trust me. if we cut you open right now for open heart surgery, there’d be 24 karat gold in the shape of a human heart inside of you.” you tell him.

mingyu smiles widely. happily. 

“just remember that this heart is all yours, angel.” 

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