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yuiiiriii · 1 month ago

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reassurance

sum: in a moment of weakness, you doubt megumi’s love for you

includes: megumi fushiguro x reader, insecurities, overthinking, angst, comfort ending, megumi loves you so much I can’t stress it enough, he’s just shy

you and megumi had been together for a couple months. you were sure you loved him and he knew that. you showed him in numerous ways and never shyed away from outwardly saying it. however for him it was different. he rarely ever said it but when he did your world lit up.

you and him were the complete opposite. you were outgoing and full of energy when he was quiet and resolved.

you knew megumi’s main love language was quality time. there wasn’t a moment where he was ever away from you. and if he couldn’t physically be with you he’d be texting you. trying his best to seem interested when he knows his words can be read differently.

you weren’t having a good week and he noticed that. you weren’t lively like you were before and it worried him. he hasn’t seen you that much and that was killing him too.

you were tired. things just seemed to not be going your way and maybe it’s a little dramatic giving it’s only been a week but that week felt like a lifetime. a lifetime of constant fuck ups and unlucky events. you just wanted to be alone. when you feel like this, of course your mind does even worse. making you question every little thing. one of those being megumi’s feelings for you. you were having an internal battle, of course he loved you…right?

your thoughts are racing a mile a minute. you’re not thinking when you leave your room, rushing straight to his, your eyes littering with tears.

when your in front of his door you realize how late it is. and how awkward this might be because you hadn’t seen him the whole week. you bite your lip and knock on the door. you shift on your feet and then your hear rustling. the door swings open and it’s a very confused megumi who had just woken up.

“Y/n?” he questions, his voice groggy and deeper than usual.

the sight of you has him waking up in seconds. guilt eats at you when you stare at him, he probably had a mission in the morning and here you are disturbing his sleep just because of your overthinking.

you look unsure and he opens the door wider, letting you shuffle into his room. he rubs at his eyes as you stand in the middle of his room.

“you okay? did something happen?” he moves to stand in front of you.

“um no, sorry, I didn’t think you’d be asleep.”

he deadpans.

“y/n it’s like one in the morning.” his lips form into a thin line and you let out a small ‘oh’.

he’s fully awake now and he feels uneasy realizing that he hasn’t really talked to you other than a few texts for a week now.

“what’s wrong?” He says softly and you bite your lip.

“it’s stupid megumi.” His brows furrow.

“megumi?” He narrows his eyes at you and you look up at him.

“m-megs.” You stutter out.

he pulls you to sit on his bed, his hand caressing yours. he doesn’t understand why you’re so distant right now but it scares him. he’s missed you so much and especially you in his arms. the words are on the tip of your tongue but you can’t seem to get them out.

“how’ve you been, it’s been awhile since we’ve seen each other.” he says which sounds so weird once it leaves his mouth.

“it’s only been a week.” you say and megumi flushes, his eyes averting to the side.

“well yea but I missed you.” you glance at him and notice his ears tinted red from the lamp that casted a soft glow on his features.

which makes you feel worse about wanting to ask your question. it’s silent and megumi is still trying to figure out why things are like this.

“did you wanna—”

“do you—”

you both speak at the same time. He ushers you to speak first and you glance away.

“do you…love me?” the words leave an awful taste in your mouth and it leaves megumi stunned.

it’s silent.

his brows are furrowed and now he’s fully facing you.

“o-of course I do.”

he mentally curses himself for stammering, feeling stupid for getting nervous about something so simple. however the words resonate with him and he realizes that you may not feel his love.

megumi loves in silence. It’s quiet yet passionate. he knows every little thing about you. from knowing your coffee order to knowing your body language in any situation you’re in. he knows he doesn’t say those three words often but he likes to think that you did know by the way he held you, spoke to you and even kissed you.

“do you…not think I do?” His heart races but not in the good way.

his anxiety is skyrocketing and his hands feel clammy. your silence only makes him feel worse. he doesn’t say anything but he gets up and comes back to his bed with a box. you watch him with curiosity, his cheeks are still flushed and he wore that cute pout that would appear when you would tease him.

when he opens it, it’s filled with trinkets and pictures of you both, making your eyes soften.

“this was from our first date, when yuuji crashed it by wanting to watch his stupid earthworm movie.”

it was a ticket from that day. he takes out a keychain of two dogs that resembled his own .

“the first gift you ever gave me.” he mumbles. he takes out piles of paper.

“all of the letters.”

you smile at the kiss marks you left on them, they weren’t prominent like when you first gave them to him.

“these are my favorite.” he pulls out a stack of pictures tied together with a little rope.

they were all pictures of you and you had recognized one of them because you’ve seen it on his phone case. he lets it all rest on his bed and reaches over to grab his phone.

he gulps as he unlocks his phone, showing you his Home Screen. It was a picture of you both in a photo booth you forced him into. the last picture being him smiling down at you when you were posing cutely.

then he goes to his notes. showing you all of the important dates between you two ranging from things you liked, your orders from different places you’ve been, and even things he wanted to buy you, things you’ve mentioned way before you two started dating.

you’re silent but he doesn’t miss the way your bottom lip jitters. he quickly puts everything back in the box and scoots closer to you. he pulls you close to him, letting you cry into his shirt. he soothingly glides his hand down your hair, rubbing your back. he rests his head on top of yours, squeezing you a little tighter.

“i’m sorry, I know I don’t say it enough but I do love you and I need you to know that.” you lift your head and immediately wiped the stray tears from the apple of your cheeks.

“I love you, y/n.” you sniffle, stuffing your face into this crook of his neck.

“I’m sorry meg’s, I’m such a terrible girlfriend, I don’t know why I’d ever ask that.” you huff out.

“I’m sorry too, I’ll do better.” you shake your head.

“your enough ‘gumi. everything you do is enough. I was just overthinking and I’m stupid.” he smiles, shaking his head.

“you’re not stupid baby.” he lets out a laugh when you sniffle and say ‘but I am.’ once you’ve calmed down he pecks your head.

“are we okay?” he lets out shakily, you hum, hugging him tighter.

“wanna go to sleep?” you nod and you both slide under his covers.

he pulls you to lay on his chest. he plays with your hair, the way he knew you liked because it helped you fall asleep faster. right before your breathing evens out he speaks.

“I love you…pretty.” he whispers and you grip his shirt.

“I love you too megs.”

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kinascum · 5 months ago

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PICKUP - DAD!M. STURNIOLO

SUMMARY. when a stressed-out, sleep-deprived and chaotic SingleDad!Matt falls in love with his son’s kindergarten teacher.

CONTENT. no major warnings

WC. 1.3k

proofread by @baileysturns

You wait as the hours ticked by, the soft hum of the kindergarten classroom lulling you into a gentle rhythm. The children have long been picked up, their laughter echoing through the hallways replaced by the quiet buzz of teachers finishing up their duties. Then, you hear the distant sound of rubber soles slapping against the linoleum floor, approaching at a brisk pace. The door bursts open and in strides Mr Sturniolo, his eyes scanning the room frantically before they lock onto yours. His son, Tommy, who's a tiny bundle of energy, squirms in your arms as he calls out, "Daddy!"

Matt's cheeks are flushed with exertion, his tie askew, and his hair sticking up in every direction. You can see the lines of stress etched into his forehead, but when he sees you, his face relaxes into a relieved smile. "Thank you so much," he says, his voice a little too loud in the quiet room. "I had a meeting that ran over, and traffic was..." He trails off, shaking his head. You understand; the world of a single dad is often one of unpredictability and juggling responsibilities.

You hand over Tommy, who clings to your neck for a moment before launching himself into his dad's arms. "It's no problem," you reply with a smile. "We had a great time, didn't we?" The little boy nods enthusiastically, his eyes shining with excitement.

As they leave, you watch them go in a hurry, the chaos of the day seeming to dissipate around them. The hallways are empty, the lights flickering in the descending twilight. You pack up your things and head home, feeling a twinge of loneliness as the school falls silent around you. It's not every day you meet a parent who seems so genuinely thankful for your work.

The next morning, you're setting up the classroom when you see Matt standing in the doorway, Tomas tugging at his hand. He holds out a small box of chocolates to you, his eyes earnest. "I wanted to apologize again for yesterday," he says. "And thank you for keeping an eye on him. I know it's not part of your job, but..." His voice is gruff, and you can tell he's not used to being vulnerable. You take the chocolates, a warm feeling spreading through your chest. "It's okay," you reassure him. "It's what we're here for." He nods, his expression a mix of gratitude and something else. Something that makes your heart skip a beat.

As the days turn into weeks, you find yourself looking forward to the moments when you see Matt. His mornings are still hectic, but he always has a smile for you, and he makes a point to thank you every time he picks up his son. The two of you start to chat, sharing stories about the little one's antics and the challenges of single parenthood. You learn that he's a dedicated father, working long hours to provide for his child, and you can't help but admire his determination.

One afternoon, after the last child has been picked up, you're organizing the bookshelf when you hear a knock on the door. You turn to find Matt, Tommy nowhere in sight. "Could I speak with you for a moment?" he asks, his eyes searching yours. You nod, curious.

He steps into the room, closing the door behind him. "I know this is probably weird," he starts, "but I just wanted to say... I really appreciate what you do. For him, and for me." He runs a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture that somehow makes him even more endearing. "I don't know how I'd manage without people like you." He pauses, and you can see the weight of his words hanging in the air. "And I was wondering if maybe, when you're not busy, we could grab a coffee or something. Just to say thanks. Properly."

You're taken aback by the invitation, but the warmth in his eyes makes it difficult to refuse. "I'd like that," you say, trying to keep your voice steady. "How about tomorrow after work?" He grins, the tension in his shoulders visibly easing. "It's a date," he says, and you can't help but blush at the term.

The next day seems to drag on forever, with every tick of the clock bringing you closer to the promised coffee. You're acutely aware of Matt's presence when he arrives to pick up his son, your heart racing every time you catch a glimpse of him. When the time finally comes, you grab your bag and walk with him to the small café across the street.

As you sit down, the café's warm lights reflecting off the polished wooden surfaces, you feel a mix of nerves and excitement. You've never done anything like this before, especially with a parent from your class. But something about Matt is different. He's not like the other dads who hover awkwardly or only engage in small talk. There's a depth to him, a raw honesty that draws you in.

The conversation starts off tentatively, with both of you sticking to safe topics like work and the school. But as the minutes stretch into an hour, you find yourselves delving deeper. He tells you about his life as a single dad, the struggles and the joys, and you open up about your passion for teaching and your hopes for the future. His laugh is contagious, and you find yourself smiling more than you have in a long time.

Then, in the middle of a story about his son's latest attempt at art, he looks at you with a glint in his eye and says, "So, tell me more about you, Y/N." You blush, surprised by his directness. It's clear he's trying to flirt, but you're his son's teacher, and there's a line you can't cross. You laugh it off, keeping the conversation light and professional.

The evening stretches on, the café slowly filling with the scent of freshly ground coffee beans and the murmur of other patrons. You both find yourself getting lost in conversation, sharing stories about your pasts and your hopes for the future. His son is a common thread, weaving through every topic, a reminder of the bond you share beyond the classroom.

As you sip on your now-cold coffee, you feel a pang of something unfamiliar. It's easy to be drawn to Matt's charm and the way he talks about his son with such love, but you know that this isn't just a casual chat between friends. You're his son's teacher, and there are boundaries that need to be respected. But the way he looks at you, with genuine interest and a hint of admiration, makes it hard to remember why this isn't a good idea.

Finally, you decide to address the elephant in the room. "Matt," you say firmly, setting down your cup. "I really appreciate the gesture, and I've enjoyed our time together, but I think we should keep things professional. I care about your son, and I don't want anything to jeopardize that relationship." He nods, understanding in his eyes. "You're right," he says with a sigh. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

The walk back to the kindergarten is a little awkward, the air thick with unspoken feelings. When you reach the door, he takes a step closer, his hand brushing yours. "Thank you," he says, his voice low. "For everything. And I'm sorry if I overstepped."

You smile, feeling a rush of affection for this man who's doing his best in a tough situation. "It's okay," you reply. "We're good." With a final nod, he turns and walks away, leaving you standing there with a jumble of emotions.

That night, as you lay in bed, you can't help but think about Matt. The way his eyes lit up when he talked about his son, the way his hand felt against yours. You know that you can't let this go further, but you also know that you're going to look forward to seeing him in the mornings, even if it's just for a brief exchange about homework and school events. And maybe, just maybe, that's enough for now.

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doumadono · 8 months ago

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name for order: katsuki bakugo

order: cup of raspberry and mint ice cream, please!

(for the AU: just f! reader being katsukis pro hero wife. :) )

Warnings: smut w/o plot, oral (m receiving), creampie, fem!reader, established relationship

Synopsis: after a long shift, you help Katsuki relax

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Dynamight sat on the edge of the bed, removing his costume piece by piece. His muscular chest glistened with sweat from a long day of fighting crime.

You, his loving wife and fellow prohero, couldn't help but admire his powerful physique as you watched him from the corner of the room, slowly taking off your combat boots. As a prohero yourself, you understood the challenges and stress that came with the job. You knew exactly all the stress he needed to unwind, and you were more than willing to provide it.

Slowly, you approached your hubby, your fingers tracing the lines of his muscular back. You leaned in closer, your breath hot against his ear. "I want to help you relax," you whispered, your fingers running through his short, spiky hair. "You worked hard today," your lips brushed slowly against his nape.

Bakugo tensed for a moment before relaxing into your touch after a cold shiver ran down his spine. "I'm tired but fine," he rasped.

Smiling, you began to massage his shoulders, your fingers working expertly on the knots and tension built up from a long day of hero work. "Don't worry, darling, I'll take care of everything. You just focus on relaxing, okay?"

Bakugo let out a low groan, his eyes closing in pleasure. You continued your ministrations, moving down his back and to his toned arms. As you worked on his muscles, Bakugo's breathing became heavier, and you could see the bulge growing in his pants. Smirking, you decided it was time to take things to the next level. You knelt down in front of him, your hands moving to the waistband of his pants. Looking up at him, you asked, "May I?"

Bakugo's only response was a low growl, and that was all the permission you needed.

Slowly, you opened his zipper, and fished his partially hard cock.

Bakugo's eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open as he let out a soft moan.

You took his cock in your hand, feeling its heat and its weight. Leaning forward, you ran your tongue along the length of his shaft, causing Bakugo to let out a loud groan. You took your time, teasing him with your tongue and lips. You licked and sucked on his cock, your hands massaging his balls and resting against his thighs whenever you needed support. You bobbed your head up and down, your mouth working his cock expertly.

Katsuki's hands tangled in your hair, his hips thrusting gently, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth at a steady pace. "You're so fucking gorgeous," he claimed. "I love seeing you on your knees, just for me."

You could hear the wet sounds of your lips wrapped tightly around your husband's shaft and his very heavy breathing filling the room.

"Fuck," Bakugo groaned, his hands gripping the sheets. "I'm gonna cum," he warned, his voice strained.

You responded by sucking harder, your hand moving faster.

Katsuki let out a loud groan as he came, his cum filling your mouth.

As a good girl you were, you drank it all, your throat flexing as you swallowed every last drop. Then, you stood up and swiftly removed your own uniform, then slid Bakugo's uniform pants down his legs to keep them from getting dirty.

Bakugo watched you with half-closed eyes, his gaze filled with desire and hunger, tinged with a hint of fatigue. "You're fucking beautiful, Y/N," he stated with his raspy voice, and his cock twitched, quickly getting hard again. His stamina never failed to impress you.

You mounted his lap, your pussy hovering just above his erection.

Katsuki's hands guided you down onto him, his cock sliding easily into your wetness.

"Fuck!" You moaned with pleasure when he filled you completely, your hips rocking against him as you began to ride him. "My handsome husband," you whispered against his lips. "I love you."

Katsuki's hands gripped your hips tightly enough you could be sure he left bruises there, guiding your movements as you rode him harder and faster. "I love you too, princess," he panted before gasps of ecstasy.

You could feel his cock hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your breasts pressed against his sweaty chest as you kissed him deeply after leaning forward.

Katsuki's hands moved to your ass, squeezing and massaging it as you continued to ride him like there was no tomorrow.

Your orgasm was building fast, and you could feel Katsuki's getting closer too.

His fingers found your clit, rubbing it as you came, screaming his name. You could feel Katsuki's cock pulsing inside you as he reached his own climax as well, emptying his balls deep inside your wetness. "Fuck," he grunted lowly, giving your ass a rough slap.

You gradually ceased your movements, allowing him to remain nestled within your drenched pussy as you shared a slow, lingering kiss. "I suppose we both could use a shower. Today's patrol was quite demanding, after all."

Bakugo's hands gripped the meat of your ass firmly. "Yeah, just don't think you can just have your way with me that easily. Now it's your turn to relax. A shower sounds like a great idea though."

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wholoveseggs · 6 months ago

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Phantom Desires

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{Daemon Targaryen X Reader} Harrenhal is tormenting Daemon, blurring the lines between what is reality and what is a dream. The damp, cold castle is driving him mad—until he meets you. You smell like summer, feel like a dream, and your lips taste like honey. If only you weren't a ghost.

♡♡ I was super inspired by Daemons bad time at Harrenhal and I decided he needs more trauma ~xoxo ♡♡

5.3k words - Warnings: smuttt, ghost!reader, oral sex {m! & f! receiving}, Harrenhal lore, spooky shit, fiery death, Daemon is losing his mild, ghost sex, Alys Rivers being Alys Rivers {I love her}, horrifying as it is horny ...

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My love, please…

Daemon was woken by a voice calling him softly from across the room. It sounds like the breeze through the curtains, but when he opened his eyes, all was quiet.

He loathed this place, the damp made his bones ache and in every dark corridor he felt as if he was being watched. He could hardly sleep a full night in the cursed castle.

My love, come with me…

This time when Daemon's eyes snapped open, he could see a figure at the end of his bed, silhouetted against the moonlight that shone through the open window. He reached for his dagger, but stopped when the figure stepped into the light and disappeared.

"Fucking hell." Daemon cursed, rubbing his eyes with his palms. Maybe the damp really was making him lose his mind. He couldn't even trust his own eyes anymore.

He laid back down and closed his eyes again, pulling the furs around his body tighter. Sleep. He told himself. Go. To. Fucking. Sleep...

You stood there, watching him sleep from the foot of his bed. He was a handsome man, his blonde hair was tousled against the dark furs of his bed, the moon casting silver across his features.

You crept closer, kneeling down on the edge of the bed, your hands smoothing the sheets. You longed to touch him, to feel his warmth, to feel his hands upon you.

My king…

You whispered, tears stinging your eyes. He would never hear you, no one could hear you. You watched him stir a little, his eyelashes fluttering, his face frowning in his sleep.

Please, I'm begging you. I don't want to burn. Don't let me burn…

Daemon's eyes snapped open. He was sure he had heard something. There it was again. Crying. Someone was crying.

He needed some air, this place was starting to make him paranoid. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, pulled on his breeches and a jerkin before grabbing a torch and stepping into the hall.

The castle was quiet, his footsteps echoing along the empty halls. He wasn't a fool, believing in tales of ghosts and the like. But this place... he had seen things he couldn't explain.

Maybe it was the stress of the war. Of the guilt he was trying so hard to ignore. All the lives lost because of his actions. The lives of people he loved.

A sob cut through the silence, pulling Daemon back from his dark thoughts.

Don't burn me alive…

A voice, soft and pleading, echoed from the end of the corridor. It had to be a hallucination brought on by lack of sleep and the damp.

Please…

There it was again. Daemon turned on his heel, following the sobs until he found himself outside a small door. A woman's voice came through the wooden frame, crying, sobbing, pleading.

His hand went to the doorknob, he was shaking, terrified. What was happening to him? He had become so unmoored that he had lost his grip on reality? He knew the only way to get it back was to confront it head on.

When he pushed open the door, he saw you, standing in the dark corner of the room, your arms wrapped around yourself as you sobbed.

For a moment he just wanted to turn around and leave. He didn't have the capacity to console a crying woman right now. But then, he couldn't stop staring at you.

You turned, looking straight at him. Daemon felt a jolt in his stomach. Your eyes, they were beautiful. They seemed to glow with their own light.

"Are... Are you alright?" He asked you, cautiously, looking around the room for someone else. There was no one.

You wiped your tears, the reason you had been crying had already slipped your mind. The moment you saw the man before you, his blonde hair shining like the moon and his eyes, they were so piercing, like he could see right through you.

"I'm sorry, I must have gotten lost." You said, taking a step towards him.

He looked you up and down, his face twisted with confusion. You were dressed in finery, soft silks and velvets, the kind of thing a noble would wear. But this room, it was bare, cold and damp, not fit for a mouse let alone a woman of your beauty.

"I'm afraid I must have missed your introduction." He replied, giving you a curious look.

You smiled softly, it was the first time in so many years you had a visitor. He was handsome, strong, everything a man should be. You knew what he was, a Targaryen. A dragonrider. Born with fire in his veins.

You reached your hand out, and his eyes darted to it. He hesitated before taking it, half expecting his hand to pass right through you, but instead your fingers were warm, solid.

"I'm sorry for intruding, my lady. I thought this room was empty."

Your heart was pounding, the blood rushing to your ears. His touch, it felt like fire, power and there was an odd void to it. Like death rode beside him.

"It's alright." You whisper, not wanting him to let go.

"Are you a ghost?" He asked, his hand sliding up your arm, as if testing you, checking to see if you were real.

You laughed, how silly, "A ghost? No."

Daemon let out a shaky breath, "Thank the gods."

"Do you want something warm to drink? It can get so cold here," You asked, you wanted him to feel welcome, to calm the fire in his veins.

He seemed hesitant at first, but then he nodded, a small smile forming on his lips.

He followed you down the dark halls, keeping his torch aloft to light your way. The flames illuminating the damp, cold walls and the dust that floated through the air.

"You know, it wasn't always like this." You said softly, as you walked through the narrow passageways, your fingers running along the cold wet stone. "It was once a beautiful place, warm, welcoming."

He glanced around at the rotting floors and the moss growing along the stonework. He couldn't imagine it.

"My understanding is that it was always a cursed place, even before Aegon's arrival," he stated as the two of you entered the kitchens.

It was just as cold as the rest of the castle, but there was a fire going, and a basin full of fresh water. He lit the torches around the room and you began pulling out ingredients and preparing the tea.

Daemon leaned against the table, watching you work. You didn't look like you belonged in this place, you were too clean, too soft. Yet you behaved like you owned everything you touched.

"They say that before Harrenhal was built, it was a vast forest of heart trees," You said, focusing on putting some herbs and root vegetables into the pot over the fire, "That the trees themselves were Gods, and their roots are still underneath the stones, waiting to reclaim what is theirs."

"Sounds like a lot of nonsense," Daemon replied bitterly, his skepticism evident.

"Yes," You agreed with a small smile, "But old stories often have a grain of truth to them."

He didn't understand why he was so drawn to you, why he sat and took the warm cup of tea that you handed him, or why he asked you to sit down next to him. He wasn't in the business of trusting people, but you... it felt like he had known you his whole life.

"The witch that resides here, Alys, said something similar," he added, remembering how she spun a tale about how this place was cursed.

Your eyes darkened and your lips set in a line.

"Do not trust her," You tell him, your voice firm, "She sees things that are not there and hides secrets that are not her own."

He laughed and shook his head. "And what makes you so certain?"

You shrugged, "I see things too," you replied nervously, twiddling your fingers on your mug.

Daemon took a sip of his tea, an amused smile on his face and his eyebrows raised, "Is that so? Well, what do you see about me?"

You looked at him, your eyes studying every inch of his face, his hair, the scars along his neck. "You wish for things you don't really want," You whisper, "You seek violence, but deep down, you only want peace."

Daemon's face darkened, his jaw clenched and his hands tightened around his mug.

"Peace is for the weak," He replied harshly, his voice low, threatening, "Only the strong survive, and take what they want."

He looked so sad, so lonely. You wanted to reach out and comfort him, but you were scared. There was a rage in him, and a desperation that seemed to engulf him.

"I didn't mean to offend." You apologize, lowering your gaze.

You didn't look at him, your fingers running around the rim of your mug, until you felt him move closer to you.

"You didn't." He answered you, his voice softer, "Tell me more, about yourself. If you will."

You looked up at him and you could see his eyes had changed, softened, there was a curiosity there.

"How did you end up here?" He asked you, watching the fire dance in your eyes.

He could see a shadow of sadness in them, pain, worry. But then it disappeared, hidden behind a mask of a beautiful smile. You fascinated him, such a pretty flower growing amongst the cold unforgiving stone.

"My husband put me here." You told him, tracing your finger along the scarred wood of the table. "He's gone now, lost in smoke,”

You could tell he didn't know how to respond. But his expression told you that he had lost someone too. He just quietly nodded, taking another sip of his tea. He was starting to relax a little more, the warmth of the fire and the comforting smell of the drink was starting to put his mind at ease.

"Why did you think I was a ghost?" You asked him softly, your hand coming to rest on his arm, as though to remind him you were real, solid.

Daemon sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, he didn't know how to answer that question without sounding insane. You could sense that a shadow hung around him like a stormcloud. His secrets coming to the surface.

"This place... It has a restlessness to it," he said, his voice low, cutting through the silence. "Some nights I lay awake listening to the walls groan, as though they are shifting and moving. I can hear... I can hear..." He trailed off, his voice getting hoarse.

You placed a hand on his cheek, his skin was rough and warm, and he leaned into your touch. You liked the way your skin felt against his, you wanted to assure him that you were trustworthy.

Daemon couldn't explain why he was telling you so much, but there was a calmness to you. When you touched him it felt like Dragonstone on a summer's day, like the feeling he got when he was alone in the clouds, flying far away from everything.

"Perhaps you are just lonely, and the castle is lonely too," You suggest to him.

Daemon couldn't deny the loneliness that plagued him. The nights were the worst, he had no one to confide in, no one to love him. He didn't want to think of his wife, his queen, far away and angry with him. Or his brother, dying alone and in agony. He had hurt them in ways that he could not atone for.

"Perhaps you are right," he admitted, taking your hand from his cheek and intertwining it with his own.

You watched him, the firelight dancing across his handsome features. His blonde hair was like liquid silver and his eyes were beautiful, like a summer sky.

"Stay with me tonight," He told you, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand, his eyes pleading. There was a vulnerability in him, one that drew you in.

Daemon couldn't tell if he was being a fool, or if he was simply desperate to not be alone. The practical part of his brain told him that a good fuck would help him sleep, but this felt like something else. You were beautiful, there was no denying that, but you also felt like a dream, a figment of his imagination.

You didn't say a word, just stood up, still holding his hand, and led him from the kitchen, through the hall, past the courtyard, up the steps to his bed chambers.

The journey there felt like a blur, he couldn't take his eyes off you. The way your dress swayed, the way your hair bounced, the way the moonlight lit up your skin. It was like you were made of mist, or smoke, something that could fade away any moment.

The room was colder than when he left, the air smelled stale, and the curtains were flapping in the wind. It had a haunted quality, like a portrait whose eyes follow you around the room.

He had left the fire burning, but the warmth had been extinguished, and the flames were low. You moved to light the candles, giving the room a soft glow, but the darkness remained.

You turned to face him, he was watching you intently, waiting for you to make a move. You stepped closer, closing the distance between you, your hands sliding up his chest. He was so warm, so solid, full of life and power.

His hands tangled in your hair, pulling your face closer, and your lips met. It was a gentle kiss, hesitant, almost afraid. Like he was doing it for the first time.

His mouth was warm, the taste of the tea still on his lips. You could feel the desire building, the fire growing inside him. You pulled away, looking up at him. His eyes were dark, pupils dilated, a hunger in them.

"Please don't burn me," you whispered, the words sounding strange to his ears.

Daemon didn't understand what you meant by it, and his lust was too powerful to care. He captured your lips again, kissing you deeply.

Your fingers found the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head. The light of the candle flickered across his chest, illuminating the texture of his scars.

"You have seen battle," You comment, tracing the mark on his chest, a reminder of the war and the violence he craved.

"Many times," he said, his voice low, heavy with desire, "And I have many more to see."

"So much suffering," You whisper, leaning forward, kissing one that stretched across his chest, "So much blood."

He closed his eyes, letting the heat of your touch wash over him.

You moved down, dropping to your knees, pressing your lips against his stomach, feeling the hardness of his muscles. Your hands reached for laces of his breeches, untying them and freeing his cock from the confines.

He let out a shaky breath as your hand wrapped around him, slowly stroking his length.

"My king," you whispered, kissing the underside of his shaft.

Daemon let out a moan, his head falling back, his hand reaching out to grip the back of your neck. He needed more, needed to feel your lips wrapped around him.

You obliged him, opening your mouth, taking his cock into your hot, wet mouth. He groaned, his hips bucking forward, pushing himself deeper.

"Fuck," he hissed, his fingers tangling in your hair.

He looked down at you, his cock disappearing between your plump lips. The sight made him harder, and he was struggling to control himself. He wanted to fuck you, claim you.

Your hand reached down, cupping his balls, massaging them gently. Daemon moaned, his grip on your hair tightening, pulling your head forward, forcing his cock further down your throat.

He tasted like power, like a dragon made flesh. You could feel his pulse throbbing, the heat of his blood, the energy that pulsed through his body.

Daemon pulled you back by your hair, his cock popping out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting you. He stared at you for a moment, before bending down and picking you up.

He carried you to the bed, dropping you onto the sheets. You looked up at him, his eyes were wild, and the smile on his face was pure lust.

He untied your dress, pushing the fabric aside, his hands sliding across your breasts. He bent down, his lips wrapping around your nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive nub.

Daemon groaned, his hands moving down, tugging on your skirts, pulling them up around your waist, leaving you completely exposed to him.

He continued kissing his way down, his lips trailing across your stomach, his hands lifting your thighs, pushing your legs apart.

He settled between your legs, kissing your inner thigh, gently nipping at the tender skin. You felt his warm breath against your cunt, a soft moan escaping your lips.

He chuckled, pressing his face between your thighs, inhaling your scent. You could feel his tongue licking the length of your pussy, his fingers probing, pressing inside of you.

You gasped, your back arching, your hands clutching the sheets. You had never felt anything like it before, the feeling of his mouth and fingers moving in tandem, making your whole body tingle.

"Don't burn me, don't burn me," you whispered, over and over.

He pulled away, his eyes filled with concern, but he did not speak, did not ask you what you meant.

Instead, he pressed his lips against yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth. You tasted yourself on his lips, and you moaned, wanting more.

His eyes were gentle, trying to convey a tenderness he did not have, and his voice was quiet, as he whispered, "You are not going to burn."

Your hands went to his chest, clutching his shoulders, and you let him spread your legs. He was still fully clothed, but his cock was free, the tip of his erection pressing against your entrance.

You gasped as he slowly pushed himself inside of you. You clung to him, wrapping your arms and legs around him, moaning softly as he began to thrust.

He moved slowly at first, allowing you to adjust to his size, but he quickly increased his pace, pounding into you, the sound of flesh slapping together echoing through the chamber.

"My king, my king, please don't-" you moaned, feeling him hit a good spot inside, sending sparks through your body.

He didn't listen, didn't understand what you meant, just continued to fuck you, his fingers digging into your thighs. He could feel his climax building, his cock throbbing inside of you.

You could feel him getting close, his breathing becoming ragged, his movements becoming erratic. You fell over the edge together, crying out as he released his seed deep inside you.

"My king, oh my king," you moaned, your nails digging into his back, leaving deep red marks.

He collapsed on top of you, panting heavily, his head resting on your chest. He didn't know why you kept calling him king, perhaps you were a bit confused about his status. But he wasn't going to correct you, he enjoyed the way it sounded coming from your lips.

You stroked his hair, his breathing slowly returning to normal. You could feel his heart beating, his warmth, his power.

"Don't leave," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"I won't," you promised him, the words slipping from your lips before you could stop them.

You felt him slowly fall asleep, his weight comforting on top of you.

There was a strange peace in the room, the darkness and the chill receded, the candlelight dancing across the stonework.

You held him, running your fingers through his hair, humming a tune that was as old as the castle itself.

Daemon woke to the sounds of screaming. His eyes shot open, his hands grabbing for his sword that was always close by. He was alone in his bed, the fire long since extinguished, the only light coming from the full moon.

He didn't have time to worry about where you had gone, the sounds of people shouting and a dragon roaring had him jumping out of bed, quickly dressing.

He ran down the corridor, the stones were ice cold, and the air smelled stale, the shadows dancing menacingly along the walls. He had to push against a door, it was swollen from the damp, but when he burst through, the smell of burnt flesh was thick.

You were in the courtyard, standing in the middle, your white dress glowing in the moonlight. You turned to look at him, your eyes full of tears.

"Please don't burn me," you begged him, your voice breaking.

The roar of the dragon filled his ears, and the sky was lit up with orange flames. He looked to the sky for the source of it, had Aemond arrived with Vhagar?

He was horrified when he saw that the dragon was not Vhagar, but the largest dragon he had ever seen. It looked like Balerion, but it had three heads.

He watched as it descended, its wings so large that with every movement, the sound of the wind would change, becoming deafening, thunderous.

He turned to look back at you, to tell you to run, but you were now right in front of him. Your face was mere inches from his own, burned black, melted, half of it hanging off.

"My king," you cried, your voice a broken, raspy sound. "Why did you burn me,"

Daemon screamed, then woke up in his bed. His body covered in a sheen of sweat, his heart pounding.

The bed next to him was empty, cold, the fire still burning low. He could still hear the screams, the dragon, the pain and suffering, still smell the ash and the charred flesh.

The sun was shining through the window, the sound of birds singing. Everything was peaceful, the castle was still, silent.

He sat up, his breathing slowing, his pulse returning to normal. He looked around the room, there was no sign of you, no sign that the night had ever happened.

He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to calm himself. It had just been a dream, a vision. Nothing more.

But he could still smell you on the sheets, and the image of you was burned into his memory. He got up, dressing quickly, needing to move, to do something.

He spent the day meeting with vassals and lords, discussing matters of the realm. Trying to keep his mind busy. He felt as though he was slowly losing his grip on reality, he swore he could see you around every corner, could hear your voice in every creak and groan of the castle.

The sun had set, and the candles were burning low. The castle was quiet, the servants had gone to bed, the halls empty. He felt like he was completely alone, the only one left in the vast void of this wretched place.

He made his way down to the kitchens, looking for you. It was a foolish thing to do, he knew, but he had to find you, had to see if you were real.

He found Alys, sitting on a stool next to the fireplace, her nose buried in a book.

"Evening," she said without looking up, "Tea is in the pot."

Daemon didn't want tea, he didn't want anything other than to know you were alright.

"Have you seen the new girl?" He asked her, trying to keep his voice even, trying to seem nonchalant.

"Who?" She asked, still not looking up.

"She..." Daemon tried to describe what you looked like, but when he tried to picture you in his mind, the only image he could see was the one from his dream, your burned and melted face.

Alys watched him with a slight smirk, this dragon lord was unraveling so quickly, it was delicious. She went back to focusing on her book. "Doesn't ring a bell,"

He knew there was no point in trying to get more out of her, so he gave up and left the kitchen.

"Perhaps she is where you left her?" Alys suggested, her laughter echoing after him.

He walked back to his chambers, his heart pounding, his palms sweating. He stood outside the door for a moment, before gathering his courage and stepping inside.

The room was dark, the curtains were still closed, the air cold. There was a book lying open on his bed, one he did not remember leaving there.

He picked it up, holding it far away from him, like it could burn him. It was a book of the histories, of the conquest. Of Harren the Black and his sons burning alive.

He wondered who else died in the blaze, the nameless faces who were forgotten by history, the servants and slaves, the wives and daughters.

Daemon was sure he was losing his mind, the castle was haunting him, and it was only a matter of time before he became one of its ghosts.

Don't burn me… My king…

He remembered the fear in your voice, the sadness, the pleading. Anger and confusion bubbled in his chest and he threw the book across the room, the pages fluttering as it landed.

He needed sleep, this was all because he wasn't sleeping. Once he was rested, his mind would be clearer. He put no stock in dreams or visions, ghosts and monsters, that was for children and fools, this was all just because he was tired.

He got ready for bed, blowing out the candles, the moonlight casting shadows across the walls. He settled into bed and closed his eyes, waiting for sleep to take him.

You watched him lay there, his brow furrowed, his face troubled. He tossed and turned, his eyes fluttering open and closed.

You laid down next to him, gently placing your hand on his cheek. He calmed at your touch, his breathing slowing. You pressed a kiss to his forehead, his skin warm, and his hair tickled your lips.

"My king," the words fell from your lips, barely above a whisper.

He opened his eyes, nearly jumping out of bed when he saw you, laying right next to him, your head on the pillow.

"What are you doing?" He demanded, his voice harsh, his hand gripping the dagger under his pillow.

You sat up, your hair falling around you, your dress slipping off your shoulder. "I was just... I just..." You tried to find the words, tried to think of what you were doing, where you were. "...I missed you," you said, the words not feeling quite right, but they were the only ones that came.

He stared at you, his eyes wild, his hand gripping the dagger so tightly, his knuckles were white.

"How did you get in here?" He asked, his voice low, dangerous.

You thought about it, trying to remember, but it was like there was a fog covering your mind.

"I don't know, I've always been here," you said, your voice trembling, tears starting to form. "I just wanted to see you."

He let go of the dagger, and took a deep breath.

"What is your name?" He asked, his eyes studying you.

"I- I don't know," you stammered, the tears falling freely now.

He reached out and touched your face, wiping away the tears with his thumb. His hand lingered, his fingers brushing against your cheek.

"You're not real are you?" He asked, his voice full of sadness.

"Yes I am," you cried, grabbing his hand, pressing it against your cheek. "I'm right here."

He sighed, closing his eyes. "Who do you think I am?"

"You're the dragon king," you said, smiling through the tears, “the great conqueror,”

He stared at you, his eyes filled with sorrow. "What is my name?" He asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"Aegon," you said, the word felt right, like it belonged in your mouth, but the fear in his eyes told you otherwise.

He pulled away from you, moving to the edge of the bed, his back to you. He felt your arms wrap around him from behind, your breasts pressing against his back, your head resting on his shoulder.

"You're not really Aegon," you whispered, "Are you?"

He shook his head, his eyes staring at the floor.

"I'm not real?" You asked, your hands clutching his shoulders.

"No, no you're not," he whispered.

Suddenly you were kneeling in front of him, your hands resting on his thighs, your head tilted to look at him.

"Then why can I touch you?" You asked, running your hands up his thighs.

He didn't answer, just pulled you into his lap and pressed his lips to yours. You melted into him, his hands on your waist, his lips parting.

You tasted sweet, like honey, like a spring day, the flowers blooming. He needed you like a fire needs air, like a man needs water, his hands moving down to your hips, pulling you closer.

He moaned into the kiss, your hips rolling against him. You could feel his hardness beneath the fabric, the heat radiating from him. Your hands untied his shirt, pushing the fabric aside, revealing his bare chest.

You kissed his neck, biting and sucking on the tender skin. He groaned, his hands moving to your hair, tugging, pulling you away from his neck.

You stared at him, your eyes dark, full of lust, your lips swollen. He pulled you back in, his mouth crashing into yours, his hand moving to the back of your neck, holding you in place.

He lifted your skirts, his hand dipping beneath the fabric, easing a finger inside you. You gasped against his lips, his touch sending shivers through your body, your hands gripping his shoulders. He slipped another finger inside you, pumping slowly, then adding another. His eyes never left yours as the intensity increased, moving faster, your breath coming in short gasps.

Your lips brushed his, your voice a breathy moan. "Please my king.... Don't burn me, don't burn me,"

Daemon froze.

"I can't burn you," he said, his voice hoarse. "You're already dead."

Your face crumpled, the tears flowing freely, sobs wracking your body. The sound of you crying echoed strangely in the chamber, the shadows growing longer, the light from the moon turning crimson.

"I'm dead? You killed me?" You cried, trying to pull away from him, but he wouldn't let you go.

"I didn't kill you," he said, his eyes locked on yours. "That was someone else, in another time,"

You looked at him, your eyes wide, your mouth open in a silent scream. He watched in horror as your skin began to bubble and blister, peeling off in chunks. It was like you turned into sand in his arms, slowly crumbling, falling through his fingers.

You screamed, a blood curdling, terrible sound, like the screams he had heard in his nightmare. You were being consumed by fire, the flames eating away at your flesh, burning, boiling, the smell of burning meat filling the air.

He couldn't look away, couldn't let go. He was frozen in place, trapped, watching as you were destroyed. Then you vanished from his lap, fading into nothing.

Daemon sat in his bed, his skin clammy, his breathing ragged. He clutched his head, his fingers digging into his scalp. He couldn't take this anymore. He was going mad.

"Don't leave me here in this place," he whispered, he did not know why he had said it, but he did. It was a plea, a desperate, hopeless plea.

But you had left. Because you were never real.

And this wretched castle was just as lonely as before.

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opalici0us · 10 months ago

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My Valentine || Kento Nanami

| pairings- Nanami x fem!reader

synopsis- Your boyfriend's special Valentine's Day treat

content- 18+ MNDI, smut, established relationship, oral (f/m!receiving), 69, facesitting, cum eating, OIL, reader gets a massage (a happy ending), pet names (baby, pretty girl, darling), Nanami is so sweet :(

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a/n: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY

“Happy Valentine's Day, pretty girl.”

Nanami has taken Valentine's Day very seriously ever since you two started dating 3 years ago. Taking you out on big extravagant dates, making you truly feel special. Though this year you weren’t even sure he was going to be home, as three days ago he got called on a last-minute mission. So you were elated to see your boyfriend standing in front of you with a large bouquet and a box of chocolates.

“Kento! What are you doing here!?” You giggled and took the goods in his hands, setting them on the counter. All you wanted to do was embrace your sweet boyfriend, whom you missed so much. You wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your head against him. “I missed you.” You spoke softly.

“I finished the mission faster than expected and I wanted to see you as soon as possible.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I missed you too.” He felt all the stress and tension in his body melt away; there was nothing better than feeling your touch.

You pulled your head away from him, taking one hand up to caress the left side of his cheek. “Thank you for the flowers and chocolates.” You pressed a soft kiss against his nose.

“Anything for you darling,” Nanami nuzzled his face into the palm of your hand, kissing it. “Now, let me take care of you tonight, hmm?” You smiled stupidly at his words, nodding eagerly.

It was a cozy date. Nanami made you a homemade dinner, refusing to let you help him. You opted to sit on the counter, admiring the way he worked. He was perfect. As if the night couldn’t get any better Nanami insisted that he gave you a massage after working so hard all the time and as an apology for almost missing Valentines.

He applied the warm lavender oil on your bare back, as you lay on your tummy in your shared bed. Your mouth parted open as he skillfully worked the tension out of your back. “Feels good Ken,” You mumbled out. Your eyes were shut so you could focus completely on his touch.

“Feels that good?” He chuckled seeing you groan out a soft ‘mhm’. He continued to work down your back, his thumbs rubbing the center, using just the right amount of pressure. You moaned softly, unknowingly turning Nanami on.

In full honesty, he was rock hard the moment his hands started to rub the oil in, hearing your soft little moans. It all went straight to his dick. It took every bone in his body not to take you right at that moment, but he loved how relaxed you looked when he massaged your stress away. He moved back up your shoulders trying to ignore the problem in his pants.

“Ahhhh right there, Kento.” He couldn't take it anymore. He dragged his hands down to the waistband of your shorts.

“Princess, can I taste you? Please? Been aching for you this whole time.” He sounded so desperate, you couldn’t help but laugh softly but then you gasped feeling him rub your mound through your shorts.

“Y-yeah, you can.” You moved to rest on your elbows, getting ready to turn around for him when he stopped you. Placed two hands on your hips.

“Want you to sit on my face for me, baby,” A surge of arousal rushed through your body, “Please.” How could you deny him?

“Are you sure?” You hesitated a second, looking over your shoulder. His face was dead serious with a small look of desperation. “Fine…but I wanna make you feel good too Ken.”

He chuckled softly, “You know, you don't have to. I could cum just from eating your pussy, princess-”

“Please?” You pleaded. “I can sit on your face n’ I’ll suck your dick too Ken. It’ll feel so good.” He couldn’t say no to you.

“Alright, we can do that.” He smiled softly and allowed you to sit up. You crawled into his lap and trapped his lips into a kiss, hands resting against his chest. His hands snaked their way to your hips, pressing you down against his hard length.

“You’re s’ hard,” You were words were muffled by the kiss. You rocked your hips against his, desperate for any sort of pleasure. You pulled away from his lips to watch yourself rub against him, Nanami was letting out soft groans. “I can’t wait any longer.” Your hands ran to the waistband of his pants.

“Fuck, need you so bad, princess,” Nanami grunted, he made you sit up so he could help you take off your shorts, his hands assisting with taking your panties off. He moaned watching the way your panty-clad stuck to your cunt, pulling them off with a string of your wetness attached to them. “Shit, you’re so wet.” He gazed at your dripping cunt for a few more seconds before removing his pants and boxer.

As soon as you were both fully bare, you pressed your lips back into his. Whimpers and soft groans filled the room. Nanami crawled further on the bed, making sure his lips didn’t break away from yours for even a second. “Okay, sit on my face, pretty girl.” You giggled and turned around. Your knees resting comfortably above his shoulders. He was so impatient, that he started without you. Latching his hands onto the plush of your ass, forcing your cunt to rest against his face, his tongue poking through your folds.

“Ahaaa! S-shit, Ken.” You grind your cunt along his face, your clit bumping against his chin. After relishing in your own pleasure for a few more seconds, you go back to doing what your original plan was. Wrapping your hand around his shaft, you lick the precum off his tip. Tasting the salty-sweet mixture.

You spit on his tip, allowing it to drip down before pumping his length. You move to sucking only his tip, while you jerk off the rest of his cock. Nanami groans against your pussy “Yes baby…fuuuck just like that,” He went back to eating you like a starved man, his jaw opening and closing, his tongue going from torturing your little bud before sticking it in your tight hole. His hands massage and parted your ass, his fingers occasionally grazing your rim.

Your tongue curling around him, at all the right angles. You eventually take his full length into your mouth, gagging around him for only a second, as you maintain your focus on breathing through your nose. You moan loudly around his cock, feeling him latch his mouth to your clit, sucking it directly made your mind go hazy. Your moans and little whimpers sent shockwaves around his cock, pushing him close to the edge.

You pull off his cock with a ‘pop’ and focused on jerking him off, feeling each vein of his girth in the palm of your hand. Rotating your wrist in circles. “I-I’m gonna c-cum Ken.” You whimpered out and went back to sucking the tip of his cock, while your hand pleasured the rest of him.

“Mhmmm, gonna cum too.” His speech was muffled, and he latched his mouth against your clit again, sucking it much harsher than the last time, your thighs clamped his around head. You focused on hallowing your cheeks out as you took him fully in your mouth again, your hands migrating down to cup his balls. Your whimpers and his muffled grounds filled the room, with sounds of slurping and gagging. Your whole body shook as you finally hit your orgasm, Nanami lapped up every last drop of your sweet nectar. His own orgasm followed shortly after. His hot seed squirting into the back of your throat, as you greedily milked him dry.

You pull away from his cock and fall sideways beside him, your legs still shaking after your orgasm. Nanami placed his hand on your inner thigh, rubbing it in a soothing motion. “Happy Valentines, baby.” He paused for a second. “That was just the start, want you to cum on my cock next.”

…it was a long night.

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kaisers-house-of-desires · 1 year ago

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Can I request korekiyo shinguji x male reader that acts like riddle rosehearts?

Can the kinks be toy use and bondage ♡´･ᴗ･`♡?

Sorry I don't really have a story plot but m!reader is the bottom, and they are still part of the killing game

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Welcome, patron! Thank you for being the first request in Kaiser’s House of Desires! No need to worry of a plot, just enjoy yourself as I deliver your request~

Title: Taming the Prince

Characters: Top!Korekiyo Shinguji x Bottom!m!reader

Contains: Toy usage(vibrator, cock ring, sybian), bondage, begging, slight degradation, some praise, orgasm denial, despair DR

Fandom: Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

“Eyes up here.”

It was almost difficult to hear his voice over the sound of the machine he had on. Korekiyo stood above you, holding a remote that was wired to the device you straddled on, the machine vibrating at such speeds, stimulating the toy inside of you that it nearly sent you doubling over with bliss. It would have been an easier position to stay in anyway had your arms been free, but instead, the Anthropologist had them comfortably tied back, making it, to your (dis)pleasure, easier to remain upright on the toy.

Your back arched back some as he upped the speed for a moment, a way to tease you as let out a small gasp between pleasured breaths. You composed yourself, glaring up at him.

“I-I hope you’re enjoying yourself!” you spat. Despite his mask, you could see that his eyes curved in such a shit-eating-grin way.

“Oh, I don’t think you should be speaking like that…” Korekiyo knelt down, meeting your trembling height. “I mean look at you…Hips rocking, cock twitching…” Extending a hand, one of Korekiyo’s gloved fingers slowly traced down along your shaft, glossing over the small egg vibrator toy that was delicately taped into position before stopping at the cock ring that decorated the base of your shaft and kept you from expelling any seed without his order. “Do not think I’m unaware of your actions, my sweet prince. You desire this as much as I do.”

“T-The hell are you going—ah~—o-on about?”

You could see his mask wrinkle from his lips smirking underneath. “I’ve heard you at night. As I walk by your dorm, you may think you’re quiet, yet I still heard the soft uttering of your desire, your desire to let loose all inhibitions and control and have someone ravish you to no end~”

You tried to recall what exactly he was talking about, but soon you remembered the nights that the stress overtook you. After all, being in a killing game was no relaxing feat; knowing you could die at any point, how you had to be wary around everyone, peek around every corner. This wasn’t living, and you found out that the fantasy of someone topping you was the best way to deal with that stress when you got your hands on a simple dildo you got from the casino, which you tried not to question.

“Your gentle begging for whatever you were using to go harder was so adorable~ How could I pass by the opportunity to assist someone knowing my knowledge of pleasure?” Sparing you a moment, he turned the machine off, earning a whine from you as you panted softly.

“So…y-you wait around like some creep…”

“Quite the opposite…” As he spoke, Korekiyo fished around in his pocket after putting the sybian’s controller in one hand. “I wait for needy little sluts like you to come to me asking for assistance~”

Before you could give a snarky response back, a button was clicked and vibrations emitted from the egg toy on your cock, earning Korekiyo a sweet moan from you as you ground your hips against the sybian’s insert.

Yes you came to him for help, but you had written it on a note, too stubborn(or embarrassed) to say it into words. That’s how you ended up here after all, but you were too blissed out to full remember that by this point.

“K-Korekiyo…~! Stop this…d-device at once! I swear I’ll have your he—a-ahh~!!”

The sybian activated at high speeds before you could finish your threat, immediately silencing you. Your mind nearly went blank trying to process both toys at once, but your body would take care of that for you, rocking your hips to gain the friction of the insert within you while your cock twitched from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Oh none of that now, dear. Why don’t you just be a good boy and moan for me. Maybe even beg me to cum while you’re at it. Unless you still want to be a brat~”

Waves of ecstasy clouded any form of thought, your moans soon being the only thing you could hear amongst all the other sounds. This was pure bliss, a fantasy come true, and with that in mind you were quick to crumble.

“K-Korekiyo…~ K-Kiyo~!!”

If you could bounce along this thing you would, wishing you could feel the stretching of something moving deep within you and using that pretty asshole of yours.

“Yes, dear? What is it~?”

“W-Wanna cum…p-please! P-Please let me cum!”

“Oh…the prince wants to cum…how pathetic~” He first turned the sybian up before following through with the egg, both devices loudly vibrating into the air and causing you to shriek from the overwhelming stimulation. “After your behavior, maybe you should just sit there and think about what you’ve done…”

“N-No!!” You begged, rapidly shaking your head. Your eyes were wide, wet with tears pricking the corners as you panted heavily. “P-Please! I’m—I’m sorry, Kiyo! P-Please just let me cum! I-I’ll behave I promise!”

Without a word, Korekiyo knelt down to the cock ring, his hand hovering over the object as he chuckled from your pathetic whimpering and silent begging. He had to first admire your trembling form before unclasping the ring, warmth rushing from your shaft to your body as you released your seed with a silent scream. Your back arched back to a concerning degree, but luckily for you, that’s where Korekiyo moved to to avoid being dirtied by your release, holding you steady to ride out your high before slowly turning off the machines.

He chuckled lowly as your body went slack, chest shallowly rising as you attempted to catch your breath. Through his mask, he kissed your forehead, his thumb running over your cheek, relishing the way your spent body appeared after the session.

“That’s my good boy~”

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astridselixir · 1 year ago

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"𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐢𝐭. 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠."

Pairings: Yoru x fem!reader

Summary: After a stressful day filled with missions and nonstop training sessions which involved Brimstone yelling at everyone around, it was safe to say that you and Yoru were exhausted. So, as always, you two decided to let off some steam. And what better way to do that than to have his pretty lover, you, ride him?

Warnings: p in v, riding, use of pet names, bit of degradation, unprotected sex, breeding, porn w/o plot

(A/n: When I heard Yoru say this in a match, I just knew I had to write it. Istg, I go feral everytime this man speaks.)

(NSFW below the cut!)

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“That’s it. Keep going.” Yoru breathes out, hands tightly gripping your hips as you moved up and down on his length, whines and moans of pleasure escaping your lips every now and then. Such pretty sounds, he thinks. But then again, everything about you was pretty.

“Look at you. Fuck. Such a slut for my cock, hm?” You were far too out of it to even process what he said, so you only nodded, hoping you weren’t making a fool of yourself in front of him

Seeing this, he chuckles, squeezing your supple flesh reassuringly as he continues to watch you ride him, guiding you here and there. What a glorious sight; Yoru knew this image of you would be stuck in his head for days. He relished in the way you bounced on him, tits mimicking the movement of your hips as you lost yourself in pleasure. He wished he could stay in this moment forever, within the warmth of your gummy walls.

Your eyes were screwed shut, head thrown back with a fucked out expression painted across your face. One hand was firmly planted behind you, on top of Yoru’s leg as you straddled him while the other rubbed quick circles on your clit.

Fuck, you looked like a goddess. He was losing his mind over how heavenly you appeared to be as you played with yourself.

You could say this was your favorite part of the day; sexual tension finally getting released in the bedroom, relieving both you and Yoru. This is definitely what you both need after such a stressful day. A good fuck.

I mean, working as an agent for Valorant was stress itself alone. And it’s worse knowing either of you could get injured at any given moment, or maybe even die. But you try not to think about it too much as it would only make things worse.

As you both continued, it was as if fumes from your intimate activity were clouding the entire room, creating an atmosphere of sex and need. One that felt warm and moist on your skin, added with a bit of familiarity.

“F-fuck. ‘m close, so close.” You uttered out, hips desperately grinding on Yoru’s to reach that sweet climax you’ve been working so hard for.

Hearing this, he bites his bottom lip, forcing a stop to your movements which earned a frustrated exhale from you. You opened your eyes, vision slightly hindered by tears as you turned to look at him. You tilted your head to the side, shifting in your position while giving him a look of confusion.

The agent only chuckled at this, amused by your frustration. He enjoyed seeing you suffer— it was a guilty pleasure of his. He rubbed small comforting circles onto the skin of your hips before answering,

“Come here, my love. You’ve done so much work already, let me take care of the rest.”

The minute those words left his mouth, butterflies exploded in your stomach, an even warmer sensation coating your already hot cheeks. You nodded eagerly as you moved, leaning down and wrapping your arms around his neck, nuzzling your face into his skin and planting soft kisses on it. He in response, smiled at this, kissing the side of your head before placing his hands on your back, rubbing it soothingly and getting into a comfortable position— one that he can easily thrust into.

“I love you so much.” He whispered, tucking away a strand of hair behind your ear.

Just when you were about to respond, you were cut off when Yoru slammed his hips into yours, the tip of his cock instantly kissing your cervix, causing your mouth to hang open and your eyes to roll back. The words died down on your throat, getting replaced by a loud moan that was both from surprise and pleasure as he practically drilled into your dripping cunt.

Babbles of his name rolled off of your tongue like a prayer, nails digging into his skin as you mewled, the sensation becoming almost too much to bear.

Oh, you were so close. So close that you were practically hovering over the edge. All you needed now was just something to push you off, and luckily for you, Yoru knew exactly how to do that.

Tears slipped out of your eyes, rolling down your cheeks as you sobbed, begging the man beneath you to let you cum.

“Wanna cum so bad. Please, please, please. Please let me cum.” You cried out, your whole body shaking as Yoru continued his abuse on your wet heat.

He smirked upon hearing your words, holding you tighter against him, his hands leaving marks on your hips that will surely bruise tomorrow.

“Aww, my little princess wants to cum? Go on then. Make a mess on my cock like the whore you are.” He cooed, both amusement and mockery evident on his tone. He loved seeing you like this. A literal begging mess that was ready to be picked up and pieced back together. He swears he cums almost instantly when he hears that cute, little voice of yours plead for his approval.

That was all you needed to reach your peak. It felt as if you toppled over the edge, a burst of ecstasy shooting throughout your body like electricity, sending aftershocks and waves of euphoria to ripple through your whole being. You let out an almost pornographic moan, sending the man beneath you over the edge as well.

Yoru moaned as he shot thick ropes of cum inside of you, filling you up to the brim and coating your velvety walls white. He continued to sloppily thrust, pushing his seed deeper and making sure it wasn’t dripping out. He wasn’t allowing even a single drop to go to waste.

Oh, fuck. The sole image of you swelled with his child made his eyes roll back, a shiver running down his spine at the thought of getting you pregnant. If that were to happen, he’d surely be overjoyed. But of course, he’ll always leave that choice up to you.

After that, you both stayed still, breathing heavily as you tried to calm down from your previous high. You were exhausted, sweaty, and satisfied. You couldn’t have thought of any better way to end this day.

“I love you…” You murmured, words slighty incoherent, but you’ve been with Yoru long enough for him to know exactly what you said. Your eyes slowly closed, a sigh of contentment leaving your lips while his hand smoothed over your back, occasionally tracing shapes on your skin to help you fall asleep faster.

Once Yoru was sure you were knocked out, he slowly pulled out and gently laid you down on the bed. He then got up, slipping on a fresh pair of boxers before going into the bathroom to grab a damp towel. He also grabbed clean clothes for you to change into before walking back to the bed.

He sat down on the edge, admiring your sleeping form for a while and the peaceful look you had on your face. God, you were so beautiful (he lost count of how many times he said that already), he adored every single thing about you. From your curves to your beauty marks, everything. You were the sheer image of perfection in his eyes. No one could ever compare to you. A literal supermodel could be in the same room as him, yet he’d only have his eyes on you.

Shortly after ogling over your beauty, Yoru got to work and began wiping you down. He made sure you were as clean as possible before changing you into the clean undergarments he brought. He also took off the sheets and threw them in the laundry basket, not bothering to put on new ones since he was too tired and didn’t want to disrupt your slumber.

Once he was done, he got under the covers and pulled you into his embrace, giving you one last kiss on the forehead as you snuggled closer to him. He smiled once he felt this, causing him to think that you were seeking his warmth— you were. That alone was enough to reassure Yoru, allowing him to drift off to sleep with his mind at ease.

(A/n: Alrightyy, I just needed to finish this one so I could finally start working on the requests I have! Thank you sm to all the anons that sent me requests! I love y’all 🫵🤍 Hope you guys have/had a great day‼️🎊)

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sluttyminghao · 2 years ago

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the stresses of a humble ceo - l.sm

pairing: ceo!seokmin x female!secretary!reader

w.c.: roughly 2.8k

rating: smut minors do NOT interact

warnings: hard dom!seokmin, seungkwan makes an appearance, throat fucking, semi-public activities, oral (m. receiving), mentions of reader touching themself, seokmin has a throat bulge kink, cumming in readers throat, use of pet names (darling mostly), dirty talk

synopsis: seokmin has been icing out his coworkers, and it's up to you and your throat to find out why

a/n: I hope u enjoy! dom seok has been on the brain for weeks

Your boss had been unusually taciturn and reserved the entire morning. Usually, Seokmin is a bright, cheerful man who spreads positivity throughout the workplace. He had built his company from the ground up, was extremely humble about his beginnings and even shared some of his lowest moments with you, his secretary.

You had been Seokmin’s secretary for just over 12 months, and you had loved every moment of it. Sure, there were quite a few nights where you stayed back to help fill out paperwork or stay back all night to work on a big project that was due the following day, but you wouldn't trade it for anything.

The entire office was talking in hushed tones, almost as if they were walking around on eggshells. You felt confusion, worry and concern bubble up inside you, while everyone around you shot worried looks in your direction as you walked towards your desk. You hardly had time to set your bag and coffee down before account manager Seungkwan comes rushing over to your desk, panic filling his features.

“Thank god you’re here, Seokmin has been so eerily quiet and hasn’t spoken a word to anyone today, can you talk to him?” His voice sounds strained, and you’re almost certain you can see a bead of sweat on his hairline, threatening to trickle down at the next minor inconvenience.

You give him a curt nod and watch him scurry off to complete his multiple piles of paperwork. There were a million thoughts running through your mind about what could possibly happen when you step foot into Seokmin’s office, but you figured the only way to find out what was truly on his mind was to see him and speak face to face.

After shrugging off your blazer, you walk slowly toward Seokmin’s office. The door is closed, which would normally indicate he’s not inside, but you can hear faint muttering and his palms smacking against the desk on the odd occasion, which confirms that he’s inside. You can see Seungkwan eyeing you off from across the office, giving you a somewhat encouraging thumbs up as you rap your hand against the door of Seokmin’s office quickly.

“Come in.”

You feel a chill run down your spine at the tone of his voice; it definitely seemed colder than usual, and as you step inside the office you feel as if the temperature drops another 10 degrees. You shut the door behind you, before finally turning around to face the CEO.

His hair is quiffed up with gel, exposing his forehead. You can see his blazer strewn haphazardly across the arm of his leather chair, and he had rolled up the sleeves of his long-sleeved shirt, exposing his toned arms and making his biceps look even bigger than usual.

You swallow and let your head fall, your eyes trained on your heels that you definitely should've polished before you came into the office. Seokmin is silent, but you can hear the slight rustle of his pants as he moves from behind his desk to stand in front of it. You observe his brown shoes, the way that his ankles are crossed and his pants are riding up just enough that you can see his bright blue socks with ducks on them. Cute.

“What’s so funny?”

His deep voice snaps you out of your trance, and you hadn't even realized the edges of your lips were upturned. You quickly wipe the smile off your face and let your head hang slightly lower, too embarrassed to even look at his shoes now.

“You didn’t answer me. What’s. So. Funny?”

Seokmin’s voice is sharp, and definitely sends a chill down your spine and you can feel butterflies erupt in your stomach. While you were slightly scared, it also kind of had you pressing your thighs together, the sheer dominant aura radiating off his being has goosebumps erupting along your arms and legs.

“Nothing, sir.”

He’s silent for a moment and then crosses the room quickly so that he’s standing in front of you. You can feel his stare boring into the top of your head, which makes your blood run cold. When you don’t look at him, one of his hands comes up and runs gently along your jaw, before his fingers are lifting up your chin and you’re staring directly into his eyes.

You have to gasp at the sight of him now. His once warm, brown pupils are now almost black, his lips plump and pink, presumably from being bitten, and a large smirk stretching across his features, sending the butterflies into your stomach into a rampage.

“What did you call me?”

His voice is softer now, and you can feel yourself melting into the grasp he has on your chin, but you can still hear the dominant side of him, and it makes your panties stick to you just a little more. You gulp and try to avoid eye contact, but he simply clears his throat so that you’ll bring your attention back to him.

“Answer me.”

“I…I called you sir.”

He smirks and grips your jaw tighter. He takes a step back, which instinctively makes you take your own step back. He takes another step, so you do the same. He does this until you’re back against a wall, and he slots one of his thighs between your leg, the slightly scratchy fabric rubbing deliciously against your panties.

“Why are you here, my darling secretary?”

Your heart skips a beat at the slight pet name, but you keep your composure and stare at him squarely in the eyes, a grin forming on your lips when his smirk falters at your sudden spark of confidence.

“Everyone around the office has said that you’ve been a bit of an asshole today, want to tell me what’s going on?”

Your heart is racing, you can see his facial features turn from that of surprise to anger, through confusion, and finally landing on something you weren't quite sure how to portray. His smirk drops and so does his head, falling onto your collarbone and heaving a heavy sigh.

“I didn’t mean to, I’ve just had a lot of stressful nights with some rival company that’s trying to edge us out of business. It’s kept me up at night and I guess…it’s finally just getting to me.”

He sighs again and lifts his head, and you can now see clearly how exhausted he seems. From just a small glance, you can see how tired his features are; how the circles under his eyes are much darker than normal, and how he looks ready to collapse from exhaustion at any given moment. Your heart pangs at the sight of him, and you truly feel terrible.

You hum in thought, the gears in your head turning with all the possible ideas on how to relieve his stress until you come to the idea that would surely help him out.

“I have an idea on how to relieve your stress…if you’d like.”

Seokmin has confusion seeping across his features once again as he waits for you to continue, his eyes urging you to continue your sentence. While you hesitate to bring your idea to the table, he drinks in your form. Slightly mussed hair, your skirt riding up your thighs and revealing your glorious thighs to him, making his dick twitch in his work pants.

But he’d never admit to his secretary of all people, that he’d had dreams of fucking you senseless, hearing your moans and spreading your legs apart so he can drill his cock into you-

“Sir?”

The nickname has his thoughts jumpstarting and his cock jolting in his pants again, and he’s not quite sure what to think now that he’s certain he has a sir kink. He shakes his head and refocuses his attention on you, his eyes widening slightly when he sees you've unbuttoned your blouse down to your chest, your cleavage on full display for him.

He gulps and moves to sit in his leather chair, you trailing not far behind. He watches as you lean against his oak desk nonchalantly, your hand reaching out and letting your fingertips graze over the backs of his hands, a shiver cascading over Seokmin’s body at the slight touch.

“W-what’s your idea?” He chokes out, feeling his dick getting harder by the second. He watches you intently with wide eyes as you crouch on the ground next to him, knees flat on the scratchy carpet. You don’t move for a couple of seconds, just smirking at him as he feels his heart rate increase to potentially dangerous levels.

“Well, I could let you use my throat if you want, it’s not much but…” you trail your sentence off to let your words sink in, and it’s like you can see the dominant change in him once he realizes what you’ve offered. His eyes darken and become slightly hooded, and you can now clearly see the tent in his slacks, not hiding his evident interest.

“Say no more, darling, it would be an honour to use your throat, but you’re gonna have to work for it first, alright?” His voice has dropped an octave and you’re certain there’s a puddle between your thighs, but you do your best to ignore it as you nod and bring your hands up to his slacks.

You palm him slowly first, watching as he sighs lightly and lets his head fall back against the chair. From the awkward angle you’re kneeling in, you observe his hands digging into the armchair, possibly in an attempt to hold himself back from gripping your hair. You smirk and let your hand push harder against his erection, eliciting a deep moan that arose from the very depths of his chest.

“F-fuck, you’re such a fucking tease,” he grunts out, one hand relenting from its place on the armrest and coming up to weave through the strands of hair atop your scalp and hold tightly. You can feel his fingernails dig into the skin slightly, and it only urges you to move forward with your plan and unzip his slacks, the bulge in his underwear straining to be removed from its confines.

Without a second thought, you place your mouth along his bulge, which causes him to suck a breath in. He stays silent as you work your hot mouth over his boxers, his cock twitching under the restraints, his eye twitching with the need to fuck your mouth just so that you’ll stop teasing.

He can feel his stomach tightening, and he pulls your mouth off his boxers reluctantly, just to see your lust-filled eyes and he feels himself falling down a hole that he can’t climb out of. He watches as your smirk falls when he stands and shoves his pants down to his ankles, his boxers following suit.

You can’t help the way your eyes widen when Seokmin’s cock springs out of his boxers and saps against his abdomen. It’s thick, which you had already gathered from mouthing over it, but it’s also at least 7 inches. Just the thought of him stretching you out, the fat head pumping into you roughly, has your panties soaking even more and you’re sure they’re ruined by now.

You move to stand so that he has more room to move, but he keeps you planted by placing a hand on your shoulder, and standing over you darkly. He takes his cock in his hand, stroking it a few times, and you feel your cheeks warm at the lewdness of the entire situation.

“Your offer had my head spinning sweetheart, so I’m going to take you up on that offer. Tap my thigh twice if you need to tap out, otherwise, I’m going to be abusing your throat until I cum. Understood?”

He smirks when you nod quickly, your mouth opening automatically and your heart beating rapidly as he moves closer and lets the tip slide onto your tongue. It’s heavy and you can taste the slight tang of precum already, and you close your eyes to savour the taste of him. While it has a slightly bitter taste, the horniness coursing through your system cancels it out and you can hardly taste it by the time he begins a steady rhythm of fucking your throat.

Seokmin starts slow, his cock twitching at the feeling of your warm, tight mouth encasing him. He lets himself fall into the bliss of fucking his cock into you, both of his hands coming up to attach to your scalp once again. You slack your jaw a little bit, giving him access to fuck himself into your mouth as he pleases.

With one glance up at him, on your knees, he loses any willpower he had and begins to fuck your throat faster, his cock ramming into your mouth like it’s his own personal toy. You take the opportunity to unbutton your blouse all the way, exposing your lacy sage-green lingerie. While you hadn’t expected anything to happen, it was just your luck you had worn his favourite colour to work.

His hips stutter and he watches as you shrug off your black blouse, finally exposing all the details on your lingerie set. Soft, satiny sage green that was offset with small emerald rhinestones. Everything about it made his stomach grow tight again, and when you took the opportunity to suck his cock while he was in a trance, something clicked inside of him.

He pulled his cock out of your mouth, the action causing you to gasp for air. He tugs on your hair and pulls you to a standing position before he’s pushing papers off his desk and manipulating your body so that you are now on your back on his desk, your head leaning over the edge.

Your heart beats rapidly, while he stands over you with his cock in his hand. He smirks and admires the view; bra straps falling off your shoulders, skirt hiked up so far that he can see your matching panties, dark spot evident on the front. At this point, Seokmin feels like he is about to combust, and can hardly handle seeing you like this.

“You’re going to be a good girl and let me fuck your throat again like this, right? You’re going to be my good cocksleeve.” He groans and lets his cock slide into your mouth again, but this time he can see the way his cock bulges in your throat, and it sends him spiralling into a whole new dimension of needing to cum.

“Oh, fuck, your throat feels so fucking good…can’t believe I hadn’t done this sooner…” He groans out, feeling all his stress melting away with each thrust into your tightening throat. He can feel the way you moan around him, and it only drives him ever closer to the brink of no return.

Seokmin picks up his pace, thrusting into your throat like his life depends on it. He can see the way his cock slides in and out of your throat, the bulge growing and disappearing as he fucks continually into your throat. He can hear your moans and groans and see the way one of your hands is sliding down to your underwear.

“Go on, darling, touch yourself while I use your pretty mouth.” He instructs with a groan, and you moan around his cock while you slide your hand under your panties, causing his hips to stutter which forces his cock deeper into your throat on accident, effectively making you deepthroat him. Seokmin feels your throat contract violently around his tip, and he can’t help but let himself go with a loud whine as he paints your throat white with his cum.

He takes a couple of deep breaths to calm himself down, before pulling his softening cock out of your mouth and whistling at the sight of you. Your hair is knotted, tangled beyond repair, and your eyes are glazed over with a dark lust that indicates you might still be wanting more (not that he’d mind).

While you take the time to sit up and slowly gather up your clothing, he hurries around his office like a mouse, picking up his papers and other office supplies that were strewn across the floor in his haze of lust. He watches you carefully, slowly buttoning up your blouse and picking up your heels that had fallen off at some point.

“Wait, before you finish getting dressed, can I repay the favour?”

You turn and face him in shock, not expecting him to even want to reciprocate and that this was a once-off event. He walks the distance between you and stands in front of you, eyes dark again and he slowly slides your blouse off your shoulders. When you don’t attempt to stop him, he gets onto his knees and shifts your skirt up, exposing your drenched panties.

“I can tell you want this, so just say the word, darling, and I’ll make you see stars.”

“I want this.”

“Good, because I know I feel less stressed after that session, so maybe I can reduce some of your stress too.”

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sports-on-sundays · 7 months ago

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marc and reader getting into a huge fight bc readers best friend is gavi and they’re too close for marc’s liking🤭

arguments / Marc Guiu / Part 1

Summary: Marc x girlfriend!reader - The way you are with one of Marc's teammates is starting to get to him.

Author's Note: There's another request I got that can very easily follow up this, so that's why this is part 1- because the other request will be part 2. Link to part 2.

Warnings: being overwhelmed/stressed out because of work, jealousy, cuss, screaming, yelling, arguing, slapping

Requested?: Yes

Gavi is mid-sentence when your phone begins vibrating in your back pocket. You lean forward, slipping it out into your hand, to see it's your boyfriend, Marc Guiu, calling. "Sorry, I got to take this."

"Who is it?" Gavi inquires, leaning forward, across the picnic table you're seated at, trying to see the screen of your face.

You chuckle. "Just Marc." Then you pick up with a casual, "What's up, Marc?"

"Hey, Y/n. Where are you right now?"

"Uh, just at a park with Gavi. Why?"

There's a moment of silence on the other end, before your boyfriend remarks, "I feel like every time I ask, you say you're with Gavi."

"Yeah..." you narrow your eyes. "So what?"

"It's like you spend more time with him than you do with m-"

"Ooo! Is someone getting jealous?!"

"Listen, Y/n, it's not that. It's just that-"

"Hon, you know me and Gavi are just friends, yeah? You don't have to worry. Just close friends."

"I... okay. Is that how Gavi thinks of it, though?"

"Marc!" you exclaim in an accusatory tone. "You know Gavi! He knows I'm dating you! Do you seriously think he'd try to steal somebody else's girl?"

"No, but-"

"Alright, then there's no reason to worry! Anyway, did you just call to check up on me, or was there another reason?"

"Well, actually, there was... Ah, never mind," you can hear him sigh. "Never mind; that's it. I'll see you later?"

"Sounds good. Talk to you later." And you hang up.

"Did he...?" Gavi begins.

"Yeah, he's a little overprotective," you laugh, scratching the back of your ear. "But don't worry about it. Just something we have to work through."

Gavi nods, a bit unsure, before settling on simply, "Right..."

You've never felt that way about Gavi. Marc, you like. Like like. Kissy huggy romantic like. Gavi really is just your friend, and he knows that, too.

So since your brain never, ever goes there with Gavi, sometimes you fail to realize how much you really could be making Marc feel jealous.

And the fact that you've actually known Gavi for longer doesn't help much, either.

So sometimes, your first thought when you have some sort of trouble is to confide in Gavi first, rather than Marc.

You're not saying it's right. It's just what you do accidentally sometimes.

You can't necessarily say it's wrong, either, though.

"I don't know, Gavi," you sniff, leaning against the wall next to Gavi in a hallway in the Barcelona facilities. You're waiting for Marc, and found Gavi to talk to until he comes. "I just have so much studying and work to do in so little time and I'm so stressed out about it and I just don't... don't know what to do, really." You wipe at your eyes, letting out a little hiccup.

"Hey... I'm sure you'll get it all done," Gavi reassures, putting his arm around you. He gently wipes a tear off your cheek with the back of his hand.

But suddenly, your hand gets grabbed, and Marc pulls you away from Gavi. "Marc!" you exclaim in surprise as he keeps walking down the hall, not even looking at you, just pulling you down the hall with you.

Anger is radiating off of him.

You swallow.

As soon as you make it to the parking lot, Marc lets go of your hand and turns on you. "Y/n," he snaps through gritted teeth, "What the hell?"

"Marc! He's just my friend!"

"I don't care! I don't want anyone closer to you than I am! I want you to trust me the most!"

"That sounds awfully arrogant, Marc!" you fire back, suddenly feeling your irritability rising as well. "You're not the centre of the world!"

"I'm your boyfriend!" His voice is getting louder. "You should be crying on my shoulder! Not fucking Gavi's!"

"Well maybe if you made me feel more safe around you, I would! Instead of yelling at me!" you scream, your voice cracking.

"I try!" he yells back. Suddenly, he grabs the collar of your shirt, so your faces are just inches apart, before screaming in your face, "But you always choose Gavi over me, no matter what I try to do! It's like you don't even love me or something!"

"Maybe I don't love someone who treats me like this!" you scream, not even really aware of the words coming out of your mouth. You push him away, your throat tight. "If you really loved me, you'd let me do what I want! You'd trust me!"

Marc's face crinkles up, as if he's been hit. "You just don't understand..." he begins, his voice low and full of, in your point of view, rage.

"Marc, you know what?! I can't keep dating you if we keep having arguments like this! I'm not going to date a guy who treats me like this!"

"Wait, Y/n- No-" Suddenly he looks panicked.

But you raise you hand and slap that fear right off his face as you scream, "I'm done with this! I'm done with you!"

And you run off.

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marc--chilton · 8 months ago

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mgv house!! okay so what if house is left alone in his & wilson’s apartment while wilson goes to a conference in another state, and something about being away from wilson for a longer period than normal mixed with a bad pain day triggers an early heat. he tries to ignore it for a day or so, since wilson had scheduled this so perfectly to line up with their cycles (which had synced and were due in like a week) BUT eventually he just Cannot Handle It so he calls wilson absolutely RABID with the need to be railed so hard he forgets his own name. cue wilson pacing a hotel room and trying to a) get a plane home asap, like calling around madly trying to find some way to get back to his omega. b) have desperate needy phone sex with house to try and help as much as he can from a distance and c) keep his own rut at bay which is becoming increasingly more difficult since he keeps hearing house whining and begging and pleading and whimpering about how desperately he needs to be knotted 🥰 pls also imagine what both of them would do the SECOND wilson opens the front door to their apartment. thank u for ur time

HELLOOOOOOOO ANON

some omegas cycles aren't so bad, manageable with toys if an alpha isn't available, but house's heats are SO bad. he fevers, he aches, and the stress to his system aggravates his leg until he's in agony. the echo of his Doctor Brain telling him the endorphins will help; his hands shook so bad when he tried to take some vicodin he dropped the bottle out of his nest, and getting out of it when he feels that bad is unfathomable.

he still has the phone at his bedside, though. and even as miserable and stupid as he is, he still manages to call wilson. luckily wilson is his hotel room in vermont when he picks up because house's keening is more than audible to any would-be passerby. he hadn't even had a chance to snarkily greet him before house was whining these awful rattling breaths. it sets off alarms immediately. he knows those noises.

"it's your heat, isn't it?" a meek yeah tinged with pain is his answer.

but when he tries to hang up so he can call cuddy, house sobs. the resolve shatters instantly. so wilson instead calls cuddy with the room's phone with his cell close enough for house to pick up his voice but with his thumb over the speaker to muffle the sounds of an omega in distress.

at first, cuddy simply does not believe him. "he's probably just bored and trying to trick you. there's that saying, 'everyone lies'--"

and it swells something ugly and protective in his gut, just like every other time he has to defend house from her, or the board, or vogler, or tritter, or the fucking hundreds of other people that have the power to make house's life worse.

"you think i don't know my own omega?" he growls without thinking. a challenge is clear in his words, one alpha to another. later wilson would wince at his choice of words and nothing else.

the line crackles with cuddy's sigh after a few seconds of silence -- even house's muffled whining on the cell has dimmed. "dammit, wilson," she huffs wearily. "he's already pulling you down to his level. at this rate you'll be in full rut by tomorrow, just in time for your panel--"

"i know, lisa." wilson has to set his cell down to pinch the bridge of his nose before he snaps again. "but i need you to find me the next flight back. he needs me."

cuddy's tone is laced with something almost sad among the ire. "he always needs you, wilson. you owe me." then she hangs up.

he lets himself have a moment of composure only to realize house has been quiet. cautious, not unlike how he would approach house when he's in the throes of it in person, he puts the cell back up to his ear. house is saying something and sheets are rustling. "house? you still with me? i can't hear you."

the shifting gets louder -- did he drop the phone? -- and suddenly house is panting into the receiver, "yours... 'm yours, always..." and wilson is FLOORED at how he can almost smell the pheromones through the phone, can practically see house's pathetic attempts to grind into the bed when his leg is spasming.

it's so pitiful it makes wilson's heart clench and his slacks tight. "oh, honey...."

#asks #anon #nsft #house md #hilson #this is certainly a fic idea :))) as you can tell by what ended up reading like an outline or first draft #crazy how my typing hands get possessed sometimes huh #(remembers how after the cycle's done house will pretend like he wasn't sobbing for it just days before) everything is so awesome right now #mgv

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vampcubus · 2 years ago

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Hear me out,okay?

Having a stressful day and laying down, but he comes in and starts giving you a massage to try and make you feel better… but it gets just a bit too touchy and a bit too sensual. Before you know what’s happening, he’s begging you to let him do something, /anything/ to you. “Too bad, you brought this on yourself, so handle it yourself.” You’d tease, earning a sound of grief from him.

This gives like… Izuku, Hawks, Kyojuro, Zenitsu, and maybe Connor 🤭

I AM LOOKING SO INTENSELY RN 👁👁

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : izuku, kyojuro, and zenitsu. :ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : light nsfw.

𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔'𝐒 ready to lay you down and roll out those knots in your shoulders and back the moment you walk through the door looking exhausted.

It starts earnest and pure, rough fingertips loosening the tightness of your muscles like magic, looking at you with a soft expression as you melt into the mattress. And if you start making those satisfied sighs and soft moans? He’s rock hard sorry ‘bout it. He really can’t help but let his hands wander, eyes all half-lidded as you lean into his loving touches, looking over your shoulder with a quirked brow when you notice he’s doing more touching than massaging.

“Someone’s handsy,” you tease and he only pouts, laying down on top of you and crushing you between his weight and the mattress. You wheeze, unable to contain your sleepy giggles as he keeps you firmly in place with his body weight. “Heyyyy, you’re squishing me.”

Izuku trails conspicuous kisses across your back and shoulder, hands squeezing at your soft curves like you’re his personal stress ball. You can feel how hard he is now that he’s pressed to your back and you only hum in amusement, even as his hips roll into yours.

At your indifference to him basically humping you, he whines, “Please, I need to touch you.”

“Sucks to be you doesn’t it? ‘m too sleepy,” you yawn, stretching your limbs out underneath him, and then burying your face in your crossed arms as if to go to sleep.

“Heyyy, don’t go to sleep :(”

“Take care of it yourself. You’re a big boy, right?”

Cue the disheartened grumbling.

𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎'𝐒 so emotionally intelligent it’s damn near impossible to hide anything from him. He knows you like he knows his sword. So when you come home extra prickly, his whole demeanor is softening to accommodate it. He asks you how your day was, and you only groan dramatically.

“Someone needs a nap,” he’ll chuckle, opening his arms for you to come n lay down on top of him.

You’re all too eager to comply, joining your husband on the futon, though his body makes for a better bed. You snuggle as close as possible, relishing his intense warmth, resting your head on his bosom.

He’ll rub soothing circles over your back, brows pinching when he feels just how tense you are. He can’t have that! So he just lets you rest your body weight on him, half-dozing as he massages your sore muscles, rolling out the knots until you’re practically melting into him. It’s been such a long time since you were alone together that Kyojuro truly can’t help the blood rushing southward. Especially when you keep making those soft sounds of contentment, hands stuffed under the hem of his shirt for warmth.

You moan particularly clearly when the knot in your shoulder that’s been bugging you for days finally releases, and his cock throbs against your tummy. Your bleary eyes blink open and then narrow. You lift your head and perch your chin on his chest, shooting him a smug look.

“Someone’s happy to see me,” you tease.

“I will admit to missing you, both in body and spirit,” he chuckles the hands massaging your back suddenly explorative, smoothing over the curve of your full hips. “You’ll let me please you, won’t you?”

“Not even a please?”

“Please, let me touch you, little flame,” he groans, rough fingertips skittering underneath your clothing impatiently.

𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔'𝐒 a very touchy person, he’ll make every excuse to put his hands on you. So when you arrive home looking a bit worse for wear, he’s all too eager to lay you down and massage away the day’s aches and pains. He’s just as easily worked up by the feeling of your body beneath his palms, the way you lean into the focused pressure of his fingertips on your sore muscles, and the way you keep sighing in pleasure.

When he gets horny he really doesn’t know what to do with himself, especially if you’re being particularly indifferent to the signals he’s sending your way that he wants to touch you more.

“I can do more for you, sweetheart,” he suggests and you only yawn, murmuring he was doing plenty for you. It takes him a moment of contemplation before he turns you over, sitting on your hips so you have to face him. His face is flushed with blood, blond brows pinched in frustration as he pleads with his eyes. “Please, let me do more for you.”

You can only grin, hands finding his hips and stroking your thumbs idly over them.

“Hmmm, should I indulge you? I am really tired after all.” It’s mostly a tease to ruffle his feathers but he whines all the same.

“I’ll do all the work! You won’t have to lift a finger, promise! Just lemme touch you.”

#‧₊🦇˚⊹ ashi writes #hero <3 #thirst hours #izuku midoriya x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #zenitsu agatsuma x reader #kyoujurou rengoku x reader #rengoku x reader #n/sfw

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elvisabutler · 2 years ago

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how about a fic where the reader (gn) overstimulates elvis to the point he's crying and like deep in subspace

catharsis

summary: elvis needs to let himself go- to relax. you know know just how to make that happen. fandom: elvis presley | elvis ( 2022 ) | austin butler rating: m pairing: elvis presley ( big daddy ) x gender neutral reader word count: 2384 warnings: sub elvis. overstimulation ( in a way ). soft dom reader. oral ( m receiving ). handjobs. big daddy elvis. this has a one word title and it's big daddy, so expect a certain vibe from it. sexy but a lot of emotion in it. mentions of lifting up his stomach. tiny bit of foreskin and ball play nothing too much. mild insecurity bits on the part of elvis. author’s note: so anon i really enjoyed this prompt and am thankful you sent it to me. partially because i'm not super great at gender neutral but also because it was a nice prompt. so i have a feeling though that you might have preferred this to be another era of elvis and if it means anything i did write a beginning of another era before marina- bless her soul- sort of challenged me with this and was like "you don't see sub big daddy a lot" and i took that to mean let's try it. i hope you like it anyway since i did quite enjoy writing it and if you do want me to redo it i can. y'all know the drill on this, pick real elvis or austin elvis tbh.

Elvis does not necessarily like to give away how he's feeling when it comes to his exhaustion, his pain, his- everything. Sure, he'll let you know when he's angry and when he's happy as can be but when he's stressed or when he's feeling like everything is too much for him? You couldn't pry that out of him with all the bribery in the world. Still, his body- his body has a tendency to give him a way with the noises it produces. You can hear it in the way his knees crack just so or the way his mouth opens in a groan when he stands up to get something from another room. The ones when he sits down though- the groan that sounds like every bit of tension trying to escape him through his mouth? Those tell you just how pent up everything is for him, how much he's in need of some form of release or else it's going to come out as anger at the worst time or just act like a poison in his veins. Being gentle is the way you have to approach this though because you love Elvis lord help you but you do, but he can be skittish when it comes to things like this.

"Buntyn. You feeling alright?" You murmur, inching your body closer to his on the couch. He won't bolt and he won't lie if you're gentle if you take things slow with him. He won't lie if you allow yourself to lean your head against his shoulder, almost as if you want him to wrap his arm around your body and pull you closer into his warm plush body. He won't bolt if you allow yourself a moment to drape your arm across his stomach to pull him that much closer to you as if you're one.

The way his head turns to you slowly, almost as if his head has to extend a truly obscene amount of effort to actually turn to you, has you nearly asking again if he's alright, if he's taken his sleeping medication again to block out the way you know his mind is racing. Or perhaps he took something else, something for the headache his eyes are giving him this week. No, it's purely just done because he knows with you he can be slow, can savor the moments of having you near him, curled into him. His voice sounds rough, tired truly but it heightens his accent in ways that have you holding your breath. "Tired, Satnin. Ya know how I get."

You nod, your hand trailing across the expanse of his stomach, watching for him to attempt to shoo your hand away or suck it in to keep it away from you. You feel him shrink in on himself just a bit and you can't help the frown that crosses your features. Here was your partner, the love of your life, your rock shrinking himself down when he was always so much larger than life. If you could take away the insecurity once and for all just to allow him to enjoy these simple touches. To him to realized no matter what came to be there was no reason to shirk away. Every part of him, every inch of him was yours to have and hold and cherish just as he did yours. Even if he did stray, you knew what you were getting into from the get go.

"Satnin-" He starts before you shake your head, shushing him quietly.

"None of that Buntyn. Let me take care of you. Let me help you." Help him relax, help him feel good, help him with whatever could help him with.

The tension is his shoulders start to dissipate the second the words leave your lips. His eyes rake over your form before his lips upturn just a hair. "Gotcha work cut out for ya then."

The hand that had started to trace shapes on his stomach started a slow descent past it lifting it up the paunch and grasping at his uncut and partially aroused cock. "Not too much," you start, moving your hand back out from under his stomach, spitting on it before starting to run your hand up and down his shaft. There's a subtle but noticeable hitch in his breath as you move your hand almost as if he wasn't expecting it. As if he wasn't expecting the way his body immediately reacted.

Your thumb brushes against the tip as you inch back the foreskin of his cock. His hip buck involuntarily as you hum. It's almost as if you feel the need to study him. Feel the need to make sure your actions are heading the the right direction. Your grip tightens as you continue to have your thumb play with the tip even as the rest of your hand moves up and down. There's a throbbing between your legs as you focus only on Elvis, only on his pleasure, watching his face contort as he growls and groans and sounds that are downright animalistic pour out of his mouth. It's been a rough month and you both know it. Know just how much he needs this so he allows himself to trust you as he always does.

"That's my good boy. Letting me take care of you like this. Letting me help you." You practically coo the words, a sharp contrast to the obscene noises coming from under his stomach and between his legs as your hand pumps quicker, his copious amount of precum providing more ample lube than your spit had. "Wanna tell me what you want, Buntyn? What I should give you?"

Elvis eyes you through his hooded eyes, the choice you're giving him causing his arousal to curl further into his abdomen. "Mouth." A simple one word answer but one that requires more of an explanation. As if sensing that he needs to elaborate more he swallows and continues, his brain quickly starting to become more fuzzy the more he feels your hand and watches your hand play with him. "On me."

Now that was more like it. That was more like it, your good boy telling you, asking you what he wants. A hum of delight leaves your lips as you oblige, shifting your position on the couch and lifting up his stomach to fully allow yourself access to his cock. You shouldn't tease, you think, but there's something exquisite in looking up through your eyelashes at him and watching how his head tilts back at just your breath against the tip of his cock. There's something exquisite in how he knows when you're doing this he's not supposed to touch unless you give him the cue so his hands are curled into fists grabbing at the fabric of the couch- clawing at it. You place a kiss against his tip and hear what almost sounds like a whine leave his lips before you place another and another all over his cock. Still not actually taking him in your mouth, waiting to hear one final word before you do. Waiting to see if he's inching toward where you need him to be for this to achieve what you want it to. A hand of yours moves up to grab at one of his own and he greedily takes it as you place another kiss to the tip of his cock and he lets out another whine, this time with a word attached. "Please."

That flips a switch for you, allows you to immediately take the tip of him in your mouth, allows you to suck slowly around the tip before pushing him any further in his mouth. Your tongue plays a bit with the foreskin, trying to slip under it a little as he has to force himself to not buck into your mouth. Instead his grip on your hand tightens his rings digging into your flesh and clanging against yours just a little bit. He can't help but writhe a little though, even as he keeps the rest of his body still. You look up at him, trying to study his face and find him with his mouth open practically panting and groaning softly as his eyes flutter shut. He's almost there, almost where you feel he needs to be, he's losing that part of him that's trying to hold him back, that part that tells him to control how he's feeling and reacting. He deserves something for it, deserves to have your mouth finally take him fully, your lips closing around him and taking him deeper into your mouth.

A whimper leaves his mouth at that, at the warmth of your mouth fully enveloping his cock. He doesn't- he wants to let himself fall, let himself fully give himself over to what you're trying to do but he shouldn't. He shouldn't and yet he feels your free hand play with his balls, feels your free hand add just that little bit of extra something that has his hips rocking just barely against your mouth. You're trying to take care of him, trying to make him feel good in a way only you truly can. "Satnin- Y/N- let me, gotta take it easy on me." The words are choked out, almost as if he's trying to hold on to the last vestiges of control before he looks down and sees the look in your eyes. The look that tells him you have no intentions of taking it easy on him. That you want to see him relax. It has his heart stuttering in his chest for a second before he takes his free hand and touches your hair, tries to grab at it as he shakes his head. "Gonna give me those little deaths, ain't ya?"

You're gonna have him crying, he knows it, you so rarely do this but when you do all he remembers after the fact is how his brain shuts off, how he can only remember your mouth, your hand, your hole because that's all there was. The sensations of everything taking him to a place where he doesn't have to worry about a damn thing. Your lips have curled into a smirk around his cock as you nod, somehow in sync with the way your head bobs up and down. It shouldn't be what has him finally letting go, it shouldn't but he thinks it might be. You feel something almost at the same time he does, feel how his body is going a little lax though you know you want him to tighten just a bit more before feeling every bit of tension flutter away. You know- You remember the last times. "Gonna- Y/N- don't. Play nice."

He mutters the words breathlessly, almost as if he doesn't know what he's asking for and you take it to mean don't play nice. Since playing nice in this situation is pushing him to the brink. Your mouth tightens and your hand moves around, playing with his balls, rubbing where your mouth can't touch, playing with his stomach as his noises above you get to be more intense. You hear what feels sounds like a sob, and almost pull away before he pushes you back down onto his cock. It's not him asking you to stop, it's him doing what you're asking of him, doing what you want him to do in this moment. It's him letting go, allowing himself to feel what he wants to feel, to release what he needs to release in these moments.

It's just you and him and the way his brain isn't thinking on anything but your mouth and his cock and your hands and his cock and how he just feels the care and love you feel for him in this moment. How you just want to be there for him, how you're there to take care of him like he does for you. The world is just nothing but both of you and the pleasure he's chasing as he feels every breath from your nose and every imperfection on your skin and on his as they meet. It's nothing but the noises and tears you're pulling from him as he feels himself slowly building toward his orgasm. You pull away just a bit and he whines and hears himself through a tunnel saying don't before you smile and keep your mouth on his cock.

Normally he'd warn you he's about to come, normally he'd tell you ahead of time because it can be a downright mess if he doesn't but in this moment he doesn't even realize he's about to until it starts to shoot out of him and down your throat. His hand on your head falls to your shoulder as he can't even force himself to keep a hold of whatever sort of grip he might have tried to have on your hair. You feel his muscles relax in a way they don't even do when he's asleep and you know you've done what you set out to do. You realize as you're struggling to swallow and not choke on his copious amount of cum that it's worked. Elvis is more- Elvis got what he needed from you, what he needed in general. When you think he's finished you slowly ease your mouth off of him and look up at him. His head is tilting forward as he looks at you, his hand that's on your shoulder moving to wipe off the excess cum from the side of your mouth so gently you shudder despite yourself. You might have cum but it doesn't matter if you have or not because he did, he's had his release that has tears still coming up every so often and has you nuzzling his thighs and placing a kiss or two on his stomach and chest as you finally reach his mouth while a small smile.

"Bath?" He whispers, sniffling just slightly.

"Gotta take care of you after you let go." You answer, nuzzling at his nose, and running your hand through his hair. "Can you stand up? Or do you need a minute."

He nods before he holds up a finger. "Just a minute."

"Take all the time you need, baby boy."

taglist: @ab4eva, @butlersxbirdy, @precious-little-scoundrel, @eliseinmemphis, @blurredcolour, @steph-speaks, @softsatnin, @powerofelvis, @thatbanditqueen, @mooodyblue, @notstefaniepresley, @tacozebra051. i am going to actually make up that taglist form tonight or this week. apologies if you wanted to be tagged and i didn't tag you.

#big daddy elvis #elvis presley x reader #elvis presely smut #elvis presley x you #elvis presley x y/n #elvis presley fanfic #elvis presley fanfiction #sub big daddy elvis #sub elvis #ally writes #i kind of hate the ending but it also felt right to leave it there.

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writings-by-fairy · 10 months ago

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Fandom: American Housewife

Pairing(s): Oliver Otto x Cooper Bradford with background relationships

Words: 1,823

Rating: M

Warnings: sexual content

Summary: On college break, Oliver and Cooper relieve some tension after being so busy.

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Fall break, finally. Despite going to the same school and seeing each other every day, Cooper and Oliver were so excited to be home together. Midterms had kicked their asses and they both were working so hard every day. It was Friday night when they got back from college. The Otto’s swarmed the two boys showering them with love and fake annoyance that they were back, Oliver could not stop smiling. He hadn’t realized how much he missed his family until they started the journey back home.

Because it was so late, the greetings were short lived. “Look, I’m glad you two are back but mama needs her beauty rest.” Oliver and Cooper giggled at classic Katie Otto before they retreated downstairs to the basement. They changed into their cheesy, matching pajamas (Cooper’s idea) and put on some music in the background. They laughed in hush as they recalled the memories their first semester gave them: Cooper joining a frat by accident and liking it (then being asked to move in by the president because he liked Cooper so much), the LGBT club approaching Oliver and saying its obvious, Oliver crying because he saw a squirrel eat a piece of popcorn (the stress of midterms was getting to him…hard).

As Oliver was rambling on about some guy in his pre-law club who kept saying “do you know who my dad is?”, Cooper couldn’t help his eyes from wondering down to Oliver’s lips. He listened intently even responding with an occasional gasp or “you’re so right”. Eventually, Cooper looked back up at Oliver’s eyes.

Cooper leaned in and softly kissed Oliver. They stayed like that for a few minutes, kissing softly, letting the music wrap its warm sounds around them, gentle hands resting upon different parts of the body.

“Gosh, you have no idea how much I missed this. Everyday I thought about you.” Oliver groaned; he truly did miss this. With everything going on at school: studying, joining one of the most active clubs on campus, going to Cooper’s frat parties even when he has an 8am the next day, and so much more, he did not have time to really hang out one on one with him. They still had to be careful in the frat, Cooper was new and barely knew these guys and also did not want to hear “Just so you know, I’m not into you but I am okay with the whole being gay thing.” Sigh.

“Yeah…well, what did you think about, hmm?” He slowly pushed Oliver back on the couch until he had him pinned; he held Oliver’s hands by his head as he laid a couple kisses along his jawline. “Go on, Babyboy, tell me everything.”

Oliver blinked hard and slowly, trying to clear his mind but couldn’t. “I-I would uhm…” He trailed off but soon felt his cheeks go hot when he started to think about what he used to think and do. Cooper’s grip got tighter on his wrists, and he knew that meant hurry up. “I would think of you.”

“Well, I would sure hope so.”

“I would think about you on top of me.”

“Like this?” Coope rolled his hips slightly making Oliver moan and arch his back up. He did this for a little while before sucking marks onto Oliver’s neck. “Go on.” He continued a trail down the visible neck.

“Yeah uhm, then I would…ohhhh.”

Cooper pulled away completely staring down at Oliver with faux disappointment, but it felt real in the moment. “Do I have to stop or are you going to finish what you were saying?” Cooper sat up and beside Oliver as he asked the question, he looked away “uninterested” as if we get up and walk away at any moment.

Oliver scrambled up and onto his knees beside Cooper, his nimble fingers clinging to Cooper’s arm.

“No, please, no, no, no, I’ll be good. I will tell you every though I had, everything I did to myself, oh please!” By the end, Oliver was basically crying but it seemed Cooper could not care less (though he did, greatly. He wanted nothing more than to reach over and caress his face and wipe away the few tears that escaped.

Cooper looked as though he was pondering something significant, he turned towards Oliver and pushed the disheveled boy to lay back on the couch. Oliver fell back with obedience: he propped himself up on his elbows and legs spread so he could look at Cooper. His brain tried to think of what was going to come next: was Cooper going to crawl up between his legs and fuck him like no tomorrow? Was he going to give Oliver a blow job? Was he going to leave him there high and dry and see how long it takes Oliver to start actually begging? God, he hoped anything but that.

Cooper could see the ongoing battle of anxiety of what was to come war on in Oliver’s head. “I have a better idea than you just telling me what you did and thought.” Oliver looked into Cooper’s eyes, not a coherent thought could be formed, what was he going on about? “How about you show me?”

Oliver’s mind went blank. Show him…how do…I can’t…but I really could. They stayed there in silence for a moment, Oliver couldn’t help but feel exposed about this idea; touching himself in front of his boyfriend while he just watched but oh did the vulnerability feel so good.

“Yes, so uhm, typically it would start after I got off the phone with you or I would just be laying in my bed at night, alone. Then I would start thinking.”

“Go on. Tell me what you would think about.”

Oliver started to push his shirt up to his chin exposing his torso. “I would think about how you touch me. How you would trail hickeys down my neck and chest and thighs, how you were marking me as your own. I would think about how well you take care of me.” Oliver looked down sheepishly, he didn’t know why that last part felt so intimate for even his boyfriend but it was true. He would think about how Cooper protected him from the rumors at the frat, how he would walk Oliver to class when get possible, how he would only let Oliver walk on the inside of the sidewalk, just every little thing Cooper did to make Oliver feel safe and well cared for.

Cooper couldn’t help but feel his chest puffed up with love and somewhat pride that he could make his boyfriend feel so loved and protected. Call him cocky.

Oliver started to lightly trace down his neck and go down to his nipples. “Then I would think about how you would tease my nipple softly.” He finally brought his hand down softly to his right nipple and started rubbing roughly. “Then usually you would start to leave hickeys on the other one so I had to improvise.” Cooper was a little confused by what he meant but soon found out exactly what he meant; Oliver brought his other hand down so now he was pinching and twisting roughly. Oliver was rolling his hips up and down hoping for friction but got nothing.

Cooper felt his mouth water and hand twitch with the need to just touch the angelic boy in front of him. Instead, he turned completely towards Oliver resting his back against the arm rest and started to palm himself. He groaned softly.

Oliver kept this up for a few minutes before finally reaching his hands down to his plaid pajama pants. He lifted his hips up to push them to his thighs before reaching down to start touching himself. Cooper did not like his view being abstracted so he leaned over and pulled the pants the rest of the way off. Oliver gasped and his eyes flew open: he hadn’t even thought about his pants being in the way, he was just doing muscle memory.

“Good boy.”

Oliver moaned, loudly; he realized his mistake when he saw Cooper’s worried face. He calmed his breather before he reached down and started to jerk himself off. He soon became extremely aware of the situation: Oliver almost completely naked touching himself while his boyfriend watching his every move completely clothed. Feeling displayed made the whole situation hotter.

Oliver continued to slowly jerk himself off while twisting his nipple. He was trying so hard not to make a noise, but it was so hard. There was so much pleasure coursing through Oliver: the physical pleasure, the pleasure of looking up at Cooper who was moaning slightly, just the pleasure of finally being with Cooper one on one, just everything was too much but not enough. “Oh fuck Cooper.” Oliver hissed out and twitched his legs.

“Not yet.” Cooper knew the infamous leg twitch, he was close as well but want to watch Oliver whine and huff. Oliver went to pull his arm away to help himself from coming. Suddenly a sharp pain formed on the inner side of his thigh, he looked up at Cooper and registered that he slapped Oliver’s thigh.

“Did I say you could stop?”

Oliver blinked a few times then opened his mouth to respond but let out a quiet sorry and continued what he was doing. It was slightly painful now but it still felt so good. He looked up to Cooper with pleading eyes but was ignored. He almost started crying.

Cooper started to pick up his hand movements and panting. Oliver looked down and say a dark spot start to grow, that’s when he started whining more with tears falling softly down his face. Not fair. Not fair. Not fair!

Oliver’s eyes rolled back as the edging was beginning to cross the line to overstimulation. “Keep you eyes on me.” Oliver groaned as he forced his eyes to Cooper’s, Cooper decided to take pity on his boy when he saw the red cheeks and tears streaming down his face. “Go ahead.”

Oliver let out a yell but he couldn’t care less, it felt so good. He started breathing heavy after he came, he couldn’t help his eyes from falling shut. He could hear Cooper shuffle around the basement and him change his pants. He heard his footprints walk away but could not open his eyes to see where his boyfriend was off to.

Oliver was jerked awake from his sleep (he didn’t even know he fell asleep) when a cold washcloth wiped across his torso to clean up the cum. Oliver smiled gently, he felt so loved. Cooper threw the washcloth somewhere on the floor near the couch and maneuvered Oliver to big spoon him. He leaned up and kissed Oliver’s temple the snuggled into Oliver’s back.

Oliver felt warm all over before sleep took over the both of them.

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