#sorry for whining a bit but it is my blog so shut up and go back to scrolling or something idk

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im feeling incredibly off-put right now cus im home alone. not usually an issue cus i like to be left alone. and my sister told me she was leaving soon and i knew she would be gone when i went back downstairs but for some reason going down to the kitchen and seeing it left empty is so freaky.

i like to be alone, i like being home alone. but there is such a vast difference between watching someone leave and finding out well after theyve already left. im too nervous to sleep, and its almost midnight

[mercif4l]

(𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲) 𝗯𝗲𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 — ksy

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pairing: afab!reader x kwon soonyoung

word count: 2.4k

summary: hoshi's second favorite place to be is between your thighs. no flight will take that away from him.

content warning: smut smut smut, boyfriend!hoshi, nudity, explicit sexual acts (dirty talk, oral: f. receiving, fingering, teasing), soonyoung is a brat lmfao

a/n: ty all for the love on the teaser it really means the world 😭 hoshi is a BITER argue with the wall. go listen to charli xcx's 'beg for you' ft vernon! thank u so much to @haologram, @beomcoups, @wonuwoe and @jenoslutie for helping me through the terrors of posting on tumblr for the first time ᥫ᭡

Soonyoung had laughed when you’d taught him about kink vocabulary. The first time you called him a ‘service top’, he’d conflated it with being a milkman or a post officer. He’d had a fit in the Don Quixote cleaning aisle about urban dictionary and spent the whole walk home collating the worst modern sex-terms. 

None of that changed the fact you were right (as always) and he was being over-dramatic (as always). 

Just like he is right now. 

Kissing you like its sleep for the exhausted; with desperation, total familiarity, and a warmth that makes everything a bit hazey. Where the thought of leaving any part of you untouched by his mouth makes him feel physically ill. But he’s on a time crunch, one you won’t let him wistfully ignore, and that means compromises must be made.

It’s shocking how each time he touches you, pinching this and soothing his tongue over that, it feels like the first time. Each kiss followed by a gasp and relieved groan. Is it how he takes his sweet time nibbling beneath your earlobe? Or grazing his nails over the curve of your spine? Or how he flushes pink every time you so much as pant for him? 

Whatever the answer, his reaction remains the same: total pride. Arrogance, really, at the fact he just can and he never has to ask.

In fairness, you’re not doing very well to tame him. Every moan he elicits presses like a gold star to the bottom of his belly, its outline warming the flesh til it burns: a reward for being so good that you can’t hold it in. 

Almost like butterflies, if they were on fire and could make him cum in his pants untouched.

You curl a lock of his hair between your fingers and nudge him over. Away from your chest, away from your fluttering ribcage, away away away, just anywhere but on you. 

Soonyoung whines, because of course he does, and fixates on kissing your palm as you mumble: “Gotta go, baby.” 

They sound like the last words he’ll ever hear from your Venusian lips (Drama.)

But he knows this look. This tone. The non-committal ‘no’ that you try your best to squeeze out. Like a false alarm; a reminder that he can only have so much fun before you run off to prove a point.

So, instead of stopping like you suggest, he brings his forehead up to yours and, with the weight of his entire body, presses you down into the pillows. 

“Wanna… wanna make you feel good. Said you’d let me.” 

God, he’s so whiny. It really would annoy you if it didn’t make your legs cross and your mouth salivate. 

“I know, but—“ All it takes to shut you up is a hump to your thigh, his slacks pulled tight as his bulge leaks onto you. Your eyes close at the wet feeling; he plays you for a fool every time you try to deny him. 

So, instead you finish your own sentence with a resigned “I know.” and decide to at least let him try. 

And he might have successfully hidden his shit-eating grin, were it not now pressed against your stomach. 

“Oh my god, you’re so annoying.” 

A giggle echoes out across the room and whether it’s his or yours, you’re both too excited to notice. Always a bit too distracted with the feeling of each other. “Sorry, sorry baby,” it’s a lie—he’s not sorry at all. 

It’s obvious in the way he bounces down the bed; the twinkle of his eyes as his middle and forefinger lace beneath the waistband of your stockings, gently tugging them down your leg. 

It’s even more obvious in the pleased grumble that follows them all the way down. 

Soonyoung has been scolded one too many times to repeat the same mistake of ripping them off. He knows how bratty you get when your belongings become collateral to his prone bone, how vengeful you can be. How long you’re happy to go without his touch and how painful it is to go without yours. 

His shoulders tense at the memory. The frustration enforced a stark change in behavior all within that one week of celibacy. 

“Always so… so gentle for—mmh, me…. good boy, so good baby,” when you’re like this, it’s the easiest rule to obey in the world. After all, positive reinforcement is the foremost currency for buying Kwon Soonyoung’s patience. 

A shiver stutters through your body, goosebumps forming against his chin as it lies snug against your thigh. 

“Cute.” 

“Shut up..” there’s no hiding the smile this time. It’s plain across his features as he bites his bottom lip.

“Yes, ma’am.” 

Not a moment later and he’s back to nibbling at your flesh (just as an excuse to lick over it). Saliva draws a path up your thigh and you laugh over this obsession he’s developed: the obsession with having his tongue on you. 

It’s hard to forget his bashful admission that ‘tasting every part of you’ turned him on. How his pupils had blown so wide, bright red fingers covering his bright red nose, firm arms curled over his head to obscure your view of his equally bright red ears. 

The same fingers that fluttered at your hips, and the same fingers that sit an inch away from his second favorite place to lie: between your legs (the first being between your arms, as the small spoon, with his head resting on your tits.)

He lets a hot breath trail across your underwear before pressing his nose up against you with a sigh. His hands sneak behind your ass and hold onto you. Not pulling or pushing, just holding. Thrumming. Pressing. 

“You drumming something out down there?”

Your boyfriend nips back at you this time, with a “wouldn’t you like to know.” and his best attempt at a smirk.

“Loser.” it comes as a half-truth, half-joke, but he takes it as a challenge. Typical.

After a single snort, he urges your knees to spread wider with a gentle bite to one side. He practically slobbers his way up to your heat, only closing his soaked mouth when he makes a show of smelling you.

“Gross. Stop it—“ you find it near impossible to overpower him and clamp your legs close, even more irritated by his unbothered face as his toned and slick arms keep you spread. 

“Not gross. Smells good, baby, wanna smell like you…” the crass idea of him wanting to smell like your slick isn’t what shuts you up.

What stuns you to silence is his nose dragging back and forth, side to side, around and around, filling the air with your whimpers as you fuss against the headboard. 

You know that he knows he’s being mean. The layer of fabric between you is leaving so little to the imagination, your want seeping through it, and you just might let him rip them off this time, just to close that distance and finally fucking—

Your imaginary protest is forgotten the second he takes the hem of your underwear between his teeth, dragging them all the way off.

What a pretty mouth.

“Thank you.” you realize a beat too late that you’ve said that out loud. 

The shine of his bared teeth (and the wetness that had collected in your panties, now smothered across his chin) makes you roll your eyes.

You smile back, calling him a “brat.” 

And he was a total brat. And it was totally your fault. 

But there’s no time to enjoy the following silence when he’s so hard that he might pass out. Instead, he lays flat on his stomach and bends one knee, starting to rock against the mattress underneath you both. By the time he finishes making a mess of your skin (and himself), he’s hungry. 

And if he kisses like it’s sleep to the exhausted, then Soonyoung eats like a starved man. 

His own spit mixes with your wetness in one languid, indulgent lick, and suddenly, he’s everywhere. Fast, breathy laps at your clit, his tongue traveling in tight circles, vibrating as he grunts shamelessly on top of you. Your back curves inward as you attempt to muffle your own sighs. 

Desperately trying to hear him mumble away inside you. Try being the key word; its way too much way too quick for you to keep quiet. 

Soonyoung would call it something obnoxious: say it was world-ending, but all the attention and worship from his mouth and hands and the heat of his every breath on you might just justify his drama. 

His lithe fingers and their angel touch—the kind of sensation you’d only be blessed with in heaven. To experience it like this, all sweaty and red and alive, feels a bit like sin.

Feels even better knowing that he’s dry humping himself to a climax over it. 

Happy tears destroy your mascara as he savors you without pause or pity.

The room is warmed by his hopeless whispers of praise: ‘so pretty’, ‘so wet’, ‘thank you’, ‘god’, ‘needed this’ and ‘love you’. With his sweet, sweet moans, and the occasional squeak that means he’s definitely slowing himself down against the mattress to avoid coming before you.

Still, you can’t help but stare at him—even through your bleary eyes. If you weren’t lost in your own unintelligible whimpers, you might think to take a photo. 

The scene is debauched, lewd, and so fucking hot, and all you want is to savor it forever, to keep it on your person like a badge of honor.

His wild eyes flicking between you and your twitching legs, pupils blown so wide you can’t help but purr. The whimpering that catches in his wet throat and comes out obscenely loud anyway. How desperate he is to watch you feeling good, and how the look on your face as he soaks you in his tongue is priceless. 

Soonyoung lifts himself up briefly to spit on his fingers. With the string of saliva collecting on your throbbing pussy, he slides them through your entrance and beckons inward. A come here kind of gesture. The kind he knows will make you squeal and press your thighs hard against his cheeks. 

Your boyfriend knows your body better than his own. Every freckle on your skin, or every mole that appears where you can’t spot it, and seeks it out just so the knowledge is his and his alone; so it can’t be kept by anyone else (and after however many years, this secret is amongst the closest to his heart.)

“God, you’re so wet. so wet baby, so warm too, fuuuuck, so warm.. wanna, hmm gonna, gonna live between your legs. gonna, oh fuck—“ his garbles between your lips entertain you enough to smile. You watch closely when his hips stutter as he works himself up, drool gathering in the corner of his lips at the thought of making you cum like this. 

“So pretty this way… my pretty girl, feels good?” his mouth is salivating, throat mewling as he watches you rock your hips into him, driving against his face so deliciously, presenting yourself to him.

Of course, he takes it. It’s too generous a gift to refuse. 

He knows his favorite present is yet to come but it won’t take much more waiting, the tell tale signs of your orgasm already smothering your face.

The thought turns his eyes into those famous crescent moons and you try to rest your hands beside them, to show him an ounce of affection, but they end up yanking his hair back after one particularly loud slurp against your clit. 

All that sudden vibration catches you totally off guard. It’s messy and long and so desperate that you can’t help but shove his head a little further closer.

His fingers curl slower and slower against that tender spot inside you, so deliberate in caressing it each and every pass that you can’t help but start to shake. 

Your heartbeat is so loud in your ears that you’re almost scared it’s going to stop. Every breath he chases from you is labored and short and you think you might just die, when—

“Gonna come? please, baby, baby… c’mon, don’t make me beg for you.” he’s literally sobbing, begging you not to force a ‘please’ from him, ignorant of the fact that he’s already begged and pleased several times already. It’s no surprise he’s too pussydrunk to notice—he’s always this way. Fucked dumb with the joy of watching you get off.

The image makes your cunt clench around him that bit tighter, too excited and too overstimulated, you can’t help but come. Goosebumps prickle against his skin as your legs wrap tight around his head (and this maybe his other favorite part: holding his breath as you tremor above him.)

And then, they drop, your hips quivering and abdomen seizing as they try to handle your climax. Which might make him upset, if he weren’t busy coaxing you through it with long, wet, licks, one firm hand caressing your lower back as it convulses, the other speeding up as it furls and unfurls within you. Stringing it out just that bit more.

It’s more than enough for Soonyoung to finish, much more embarrassingly, in his pants against the duvet he’d so fervently been jerking over this whole time. 

He whimpers against your soaked cunt and the overstimulation makes you roll over, leaving him face up to your side, hand worming its way into yours.

“Fuck. If I miss my flight— fuck. you’re, ugh I can’t believe I let you— you’re so driving me to the airport.” your tone is directly contradicted by just how tight you squeeze his hand back.

He doesn’t say anything, trying real hard to hide the shit-eating grin on his face. Which only lasts as long as he can hold his laughter (about five seconds) and then he’s thrashing about as you shove him back and forth. 

“Asshole!” 

“Sorry, I’m sorry baby, I just—“ 

“God, you suck—“ 

He turns over at that, resting his cheek on your stomach and looking up at you through his eyelashes. 

“Yea, baby. Yes I do.” 

penned by rowan, still a result of this insane video

[namikawa]

— [the perfect host]

featuring: s. geto, s. gojo

cw: smut, implied threesome, cunnulingus, implied m/m, phone sex (?), daddy kink (ofc), established relationship (reader & gojo), fingering, fem reader, chubby reader, getting “caught” masturbating, use of the word cunt (sorry lol), aftercare, not proofread fr, anything else i forgot lolz, pet names (mama, baby, pretty, sweetheart, love). wc: n/a.

notes: this is actually a fic my friend wrote (never published) & i re did it with two diff characters & finished it for her cause she never did… so if yall like it GO TO HER BLOG ILL TAG HER. this wasn’t my og idea i just wrote the smut and tweaked & added. but enjoy pls, sorry i haven’t posted in so long life has beat me up. @nvmjccnluv !!!

“so explain to me why i’m watching her again, she seems completely capable of staying in your apartment alone yknow.” suguru questions over the phone. it’s not that he hates you, but what if he was busy? he wasn’t, but gojo didn’t need to know that, he didn’t even ask to be fair. quickly dropping you off after handing the long haired man a small bag of your things.

on the other end of the phone gojo lets out a huff of laughter. “had a few things to finish up, she gets too lonely when i leave her at home so i didn’t want her getting into things. you know how it is.”

“i actually don’t, but okay man.”

“anyway, she doesn’t like many people but she didn’t seem to mind you the last time we hung out, you seemed like a safe option.” gojo continues, sounding a bit strained.

“okay, whatever, fine.”

“where’s she at anyways? if she was with you she would’ve jumped your bones to get to the phone.”

walking toward the the closed door in the hallway, geto chuckles before reassuring his friend. “relax dude, she’s in the room taking a na- holy shit.”

-

“what happened??”

the dark haired man places his ear on the door to make sure he’s not hallucinating, not saying that he’s hoping to be.

muffled moans greet his ears, but not muffled enough evidently. no, you wanted him to hear. he would have to pass by your room anyways, given that you two would be sharing a wall for the night. but him being on the phone with your boyfriend was just a coincidence, an extremely embarrassing one.

he listens to your soft whines and high pitched whimpers for what feels like days, though its hasn’t even been half a minute, paying no mind to the man yelling at him on the phone.

“SUGURU? ANSWER ME! IS SHE OKAY? I SWEAR IF SOMETHING HAPPE-” at this point geto tries to think as hard as possible to come up with a lie that won’t get him killed by his friend.

snapping out of his daze, he finally gets enough courage to respond, “yeah um i’m pretty sure, maybe i’m wrong, i think she’s uh masturbating.”

“oh, oh okay” suguru can basically hear a smirk he knows all to well forming on gojos mouth. “don’t be a rude host, go help her out man.”

what the fuck is he talking about help you out? he can’t be understanding that this is his girlfriend he’s talking about, right? on top of that, shouldn’t he be asking you for consent as well.

“are you insane man? i know you’re into all that weird shit, but her? she’d probably kill me before i even got close to the bed and throw my dead body out of my own apartment.” as nice as it sounds he didn’t know if you’d be okay with any of this. he wasn’t going to just walk straight in, right?

there’s a loud howl that comes directly from the other end of the phone. “are you really being this much of a pussy right now? i’m giving you full permission to go help my girl out, and you wanna whine about how she might kill y-”

“shut the hell up man, i didn’t say anything about being a pussy.”

“alright, then there shouldn’t be an issue with you helping her out. don’t sit up on your high horse and act like you haven’t thought about it before, i know just how those perverted thoughts of yours work, don’t you rememb-”

“okay okay shut up satoru, im going.”

pushing open the door, the first thing geto notices is your hand rubbing lightly between your soft thighs and how your wetness soaks the bed, clear evidence of how needy you were. how long have you been at it?

gojo can hear you so clearly over the phone, he might as well be in the room with you, “shit, is that her pussy i’m hearing? whats it look like?” he questions, but unfortunately for him he receives no answer.

suguru is too busy enjoying the view and listening to the pathetic little sounds coming from your cunt. his sweatpants are slowly starting to fit a little tighter than before, but he doesn’t make any movements yet, just in case you don’t wanna play this little game.

almost immediately your soft eyes flutter open and lock into his, and he swears he just came in his pants.

“sugi, please, it hurts so much,” you whine out to him, desperate for his veiny hands on you. your own hand never seems to falter though, only moving in more erratic circles around your sensitive clit; while your other hand is busy touching your nipples, trying to get the most stimulation possible.

knowing that you were just as needy for him as he was for you made the man’s confidence peak. he gives you a light smile as he walks closer to the bed, softly sitting down next to you. he leans over you a bit, close enough to where you can smell the minty, almost overpowering, scent of his shampoo. half his hair loosely tied up in a bun, the other half falling past his shoulders as he looks down at you.

“something wrong, pretty? those fingers not doing enough for you, right? don’t ‘cha wanna wait for your boyfriend to come back so he can help you out, he’s on the phone you know.”

his soft hands begin to work at your thighs, but it seems like it’ll never be any more than that. continuing for a little longer, he presses the speaker button on his phone, handing it over to you as you pull away from your core.

“can you hear me, sweetheart?” gojo asks, now finally getting some time to speak to you after being ignored for so long. “i gave sugi permission to help you out, okay? does that sound alright to you?” he utilizes the small nickname you’d given his friend, innocently coercing you to be good.

you give a small “mmm” in agreement. then, opening your legs, you grab at suguru’s hand and place it between your thighs, just barely touching your cunt.

gojo continues, smiling to himself on the other side of the device. “‘kay. i’m gonna talk you through it, just so i know you’re treating my girl right. take two of your fingers and stuff it inside of her, she’ll clench up at first but just keep working at it and she’ll open up, okay? maybe if you do good, you can have something too.”

geto lets out an annoyed breath, short, but just long enough for gojo to catch it. he knows what that means. what’s even stopping him from fucking you in first place? it’s not like gojo would know. but as he looks into your pleading eyes he realizes he’d do anything to make sure you’re content and happy.. even if that means listening to satoru’s perverted requests.

his fingers slide down to rub at your clit just a bit, before burying his pointer and ring finger deep into your cunt, you clench so tight around him, it makes him feel like he’s dreaming the way your teeth suck at your bottom lip attempting to hide your whines.

“cmon pretty, open up for me. promise i’ll make you feel good, okay?”

a throaty whimper slides from between your lips as geto’s fingers work you open. “‘s good sugi, please like that more.” you scoot down a little more, chasing his fingers to get even just a little more stimulation.

“next you’re gonna press on her clit, just a little though she’s a sensitive little thing.” gojo groans out, it’s obvious he’s taken a break from his work to focus on… other things.

“yeah yeah, i know how to use my fingers, asshole.” suguru voices, clearly annoyed. although, he still abides by the instructions and moves his thumb to press on your clit just a tiny bit. your back arches away from his fingers almost immediately, like a natural instinct, he grabs your plush hips with his other hand, pulling you back down. “nuh uh, c’mere sweet girl, you wanted my help you’re gonna get it.”

his delicate fingers curve upward into you and you feel as if you’re floating on cloud nine, the way he flicks them at just the right speed while managing to hold you down and deepen his movements. it’s all too much for him you.

the sound of gojo’s voice breaks geto out of his daze, “fuck, i gotta go suguru. i know you’ll take care of her. i’m gonna have to cut this shit short, i’ll try to come back later tonight instead of tomorrow morning. love you guys, love you baby, be good for sugi okay?” geto’s eyes immediately flicker to yours, and you see just a little bit of what you think could be fear, or excitement, in his eyes.

“bye daddy, love you too.” you whine out, hearing a quick click before the call ends.

“daddy?” he questions. “knew he was into some shit, didn’t know you were too, sweet girl. you’re too pretty and innocent, or at least you put up a good act.” his fingers slide out of you as he snickers, not ignoring the way you pout at the loss of stimuli.

“nah, not gonna leave you here all needy don’t worry mama, just gonna do it my way, that sound good to you?” geto grabs you by your hips as you choke out a small “yea”, pushing you closer to the headboard of the bed. he fully removes his hair tie and throws all of it up into a bun, swiftly grabbing your underwear and pulling it off.

you look down at him as he crawls closer to you on his stomach, wrapping his arms around your thighs and closing them around his head. you feel his fingers spread your cunt apart, licking a long stripe onto you. your body tenses up, and on instinct your hand finds its way into suguru’s hair, tugging lightly. his head perks up at you, smiling, but eventually just deciding to leave you be.

his tongue swipes over your clit, taking small breaths occasionally as he tastes your cunt. neither one of you know who this is really for at this point. he’s supposed to be ‘helping you’ but with the tent growing in his sweats he might as well be doing this for his own pleasure instead. you continue to take harsh pulls at his dark strands, so unfamiliar to you. mostly with satoru you opted for scratching at his shoulders or gripping at the sheets due to the length he kept his hair, but this, this was something you could get used to.

“sugi please, m so close, want it so bad, need you to make me cum.” you cry out, loving the way his nose rubs against your clit as he licks.

he doesn’t say anything, he can’t really, but you know he understands. he grips your thighs tighter, licking the same way as before, occasionally sucking at your clit, and before you know it you’re squirming all over his face as that familiar feeling rushes over you.

the only thing that suguru could make out of your cries were “thank you”, “so good”, and “daddy”? he wasn’t sure if you were calling him daddy or if you wanted gojo, but at this point it didn’t really matter to him. he pleased you and that’s all he needed to make him feel better.

as he lifted his head up from your pussy he could already tell how tired you were getting, he immediately grabbed you a change of clothes that gojo had packed and cleaned you up with a wet washcloth. “everything okay, mama? need anything?” your eyes strain open and you smile at the man standing above you, “i’m okay, thank you for your help. will you stay?” you could tell that he genuinely cared for you, and was worried he had done something wrong by the tone in his voice. him staying was more for him rather than yourself, not that you were complaining.

he pulled off his shirt as he crawled into bed next to you. grabbing his phone from the bedside table he saw that gojo had sent him a message.

“i’ll take care of you both when i’m back, cause i’m betting you didn’t take anything for yourself. see you both soon ;)”

suguru chuckled to himself at the message from his friend, looking down at you peacefully sleeping on his chest. maybe he could get used to something like this? but for now, he’s content.

[sxcret-garden]

ღ WayV Kun x fem-bodied!reader ღ words: ~700 ღ genre: smut (mean dom!Kun, fingering, mentions of edging, reader cums without permission, overstimulation & forced orgasm as punishment, daddy kink, a bit of degradation, reader is called slut once) ღ reader: has a vagina, no description of chest, no pronouns used to refer to reader ღ warnings: heavy dom-sub dynamics ღ prompt: “Do you think you deserve this?”

Author’s note: A daddy kink??? On my blog????? 🫣

Your legs are trembling and your back is pressed against his chest as you’re sitting in front of the mirror at the edge of the bed, his fingers working inside you, and with each time he grazes that perfect spot in your dripping pussy, you go a little more insane. 

“Don’t you dare cum,” Kun mutters, his voice low but clear, and you shiver at his words. You’re so close, hanging on by a thread after he’s already edged you twice, and you know if he doesn’t pull out soon, you’re not gonna be able to obey him.

“C-can’t… t-take it…” you stutter, needing all your brainpower to somehow keep yourself from tumbling over the edge right then and there, and the way he keeps talking to you along with the way his hard cock is pressing right against the small of your back isn’t helping either. “P-please…” you whine.

“Please what…” He watches your reflection in the mirror with calm eyes, fingers skillfully curling against your walls at just the right angle - or well, the entirely wrong angle if the goal is not to cum. 

“L-let me cum… please…”

“Hmmm…” he pretends to be thinking about it, enjoying the way you’re fighting to regain control over your own body that’s about to betray you. “Do you think you deserve that?”

“Y-ye..s…” you hiccup, and you shut your eyes tightly, and maybe that was the big mistake you made. Because once you open them again, seeing the angle at which his digits are fucking into your cunt, your legs all spread out for him, while his other arm is wrapped around your waist to keep you pressed against his chest, you know it’s over. “S-sorry…!” That’s the last thing you can force yourself to say before your orgasm overwhelms you, shaking you whole as he fingers you right through it.

“Such a little slut… can’t help but cum watching yourself being fucked like this, huh?” You respond with a pained whine, pleasure leading over into overstimulation as he presses his thumb against your clit until you’re shaking uncontrollably in his hold and the once so pleasurable touch now burns like fire.

“F-fuck… p-please… t-too much…!” you whine as you squirm, trying to escape him, but he has you secure in his hold, not budging at your attempts to free yourself. And then, through the way the pain is clouding your mind, you can feel him moving behind you, rutting against your ass while he sinks his teeth into your nape.

“Shouldn’t have done that, hm?” he growls now, becoming breathless himself as he can feel you struggle in his arms. “Shouldn’t have cum without daddy’s permission.”

“S-sorry… ‘m sorry… so sorry…” you repeat over and over again, your head spinning from how you’re losing control over the way your body is squirming under his touch while he keeps fucking his fingers into you and very slowly you can feel another high building up in your stomach.

“What do we say?” Kun asks, and if you weren’t so out of it yourself you might’ve noticed the strain on his voice as he’s speaking.

“S-sorry daddy… s-sorry…” you mewl.

“Fuck, that’s right… you’re so fucking cute like this…”

“Mmmh,” you whimper, and then another high washes over you suddenly. It’s like your whole body is burning up in a mixture of pain and pleasure as you contract around his digits, your mind going blank at once, and this time he pulls out and lets you recover once you’re coming down from it. And as consciousness is slowly returning to you, you notice the warm sensation on your back - he too found his release, cumming all over you from behind.

“Learned your lesson?” he asks, hand wrapping around your throat and tilting up your head so you would look at him through the mirror. You know he pushed you this far just so he could see you lose and consequently punish you - and it’s not like you hate it when he does that. Still, what else is there left to do for you than to nod obediently, your body still shaking as you speak,

“Yes, daddy.”

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romance at mistletoe inn

member  |  seungcheol x reader genre  |  smut, some fluff word count  |  ~4,600 warnings  |  reader has a vagina and breasts, unprotected sex, very very soft dom!cheol, sub!reader, wap reader, monster cock cheol, like seriously his dick is BIG, size kink (it comes with the territory wbk), strength kink (?), oral (m receiving), oral (reader receiving), grinding, deepthroating, motorboating, praise, slight manhandling, creampie (they don't talk about reader taking birth control so PLEASE do not be like them irl), cursing, cheol is Whipped, they hold hands :(, teeny bit of aftercare oops sorry, reader's mom accidentally cockblocks, please ignore that the plot actually makes Zero sense this is just pure sex atp notes  |  this is a nsfw sequel to a sfw fic on my main writing blog @junkissed called mistletoe inn! however, this can be read as a stand alone, you don't have to have read the other part to know what's going on here. for the heathen @onlymingyus. i hope you enjoy. p.s. thanks to @duhnova @heartkyeom for making me insane while i wrote this. i know i say this every time but this time i mean it when i say this is definitely the filthiest thing i have ever written - 💒 june

a knock on cheol’s door brings him out of the book he’s reading. it’s late in the evening and it hasn’t stopped snowing all day, leaving everyone at the inn snowed in. at least for the next day or so until the city snow plow comes around. he slides a bookmark into the pages and sets it on his nightstand, grinning as he walks towards the door.

as it usually is every winter, the inn is practically empty, except for one guest. it’s a small town, and people don’t come to stay unless they’re visiting friends or family.

cheol’s really enjoyed talking with you the last few days. he’s learned that you came to surprise your parents, but they’d actually left town without telling you to spend their christmas in hawaii, leaving you alone in a city where you don’t know anyone. 

he doesn’t mind being your friend for the week you’re here– in fact, he loves it. you’re great company, and after a little not-so-subtle prying he’s also learned you’re single. with your work less than an hour away by plane, the distance isn’t bad, and if he’s been reading the situation right, he’s hoping you might feel the same. it’s been too long since he’s taken a break, since he’s traveled out of the little town he’s lived in all his life. maybe it’s time to pass the inn along to someone else in his family. but for now, one step at a time.

of course, it’s you standing on the other side of the door. he can’t help the way his face lights up when he sees you. “hey, what’s up?”

you smile back shyly. “just bored. are… are you busy?”

he grins. “not anymore.”

“do you maybe, wanna, come to my room?” you ask. “i made cocoa.”

“of course i would,” he says, shutting his door with a quiet squeak.

fifteen minutes later the cocoa is long forgotten as you desperately press your lips against seungcheol’s, hands roaming everywhere across each others’ bodies.

you’re suddenly very grateful that you packed your nice pair of panties for a trip that was supposed to be for visiting your parents. and you’re also very grateful that you wore them tonight, just in case.

the muscles in his shoulders flex as he yanks his shirt up and off with one swift movement. you watch, until his hands are back on you, whining as he pulls on the hem of your sweater. you giggle and lift your arms so he can help you tug it over your head.

“can i?” he breathes, reaching for your bra, his gaze fixated on your chest.

you nod, and strong arms wrap around you, carefully unhooking your bra behind your back. you hold the fabric in place with your hands as his fingers tenderly slip the straps down your shoulders. 

when you finally let go, allowing the material to fall to the floor, seungcheol inhales sharply. “god, you’re so beautiful,” he rasps.

he looks up at you for permission, and you smile. hands still clasped behind your back, he pulls you over to the chair by the couch, sitting down so his face is level with your chest. 

his hands glide over your skin, pushing your breasts together and shoving his face in between them with a groan that reverberates in your ribcage. you moan and he lets go, hands skating down your sides to rest at your hips as he leaves wet kisses along the curve of your boobs.

your fingers find his head, weaving up through his hair. he shakes his head back and forth and his hands grab at your ass, roughly kneading the skin. his mouth moves to one of your nipples, lips wrapping around it and sucking lightly.

his lips leave your breast with a pop, half-lidded eyes looking almost drunk with pleasure. you shimmy out of your pants, throwing them out of the way but keeping your panties on. 

cheol’s eyes widen and his hands fumble to remove his own jeans, shaking as he slides them down his muscular legs. 

you sink down onto your knees, settling between his legs. he groans when you look up at him with wide eyes, tentative hands resting on his thighs. god, his thighs… just one is probably bigger than your entire head. 

your fingers dance at the band of his underwear, nervously toying with the elastic but not going any further yet. he’s only half-hard beneath the fabric, but you can already tell he’s big, way bigger than you’re used to.

you must’ve paused for too long, because he reaches down to cup your cheek, bringing your gaze back up to his. “what’s wrong, baby?” he asks gently, his voice breathy and low. 

your cheeks heat up, not used to hearing that pet name on his lips. “um, you’re just, uh… big,” you squeak out, a little embarrassed to admit to him.

his expression softens, relieved that he hasn’t done anything to hurt you (yet). “you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he says, his tone lightening a bit.

immediately you shake your head, not wanting to give him the wrong impression. “i want to,” you say sincerely. “just– don’t know if i can.”

he smiles like you’ve just told him he won the lottery– and with you, he might as well have. “we’ll go slow,” he promises.

you exhale and gently tug at his underwear, finally releasing his cock. it’s big, like you expected, and covered in pretty veins. you wrap your hand around him, but he’s so big, your thumb and index finger aren’t even close to touching. so you add your other hand, completely gripping him, and he moans at the sight of his cock resting in your tiny hands.

you’re just about to put your lips around his tip when you hear your ringtone go off. you whine in annoyance at being interrupted and move your head away from him, taking your hands off of his cock and laying them on his thighs. 

“who is it?” you ask, nodding up at your phone on the table next to seungcheol.

he groans at the loss, but leans over to check your phone for you. “uh, it’s ‘mom’?”

you whine and reach out your hand. “give it here.”

“baby, please,” he grumbles, handing it down to you.

“i’ll be quick,” you whisper before accepting the call. he pouts and leans his head back against the back of the chair, staring at the ceiling.

“hi mom,” you say into the phone, your voice coming out a little breathier than you intend.

“hi sweetie! how’s your trip going so far? sorry again that we missed you,” she starts, and you know you’re in for a long phone call. the woman could talk for hours, days even, and now is definitely not the time.

when you look up, seungcheol is staring at you again, a mischievous grin on his face. he puts a finger to his lips, signaling you to be quiet, then hooks his arms under you to help you stand. his hands slide to your hips, guiding and pulling you down onto his lap.

“mom, i’m– a little busy right now,” you choke out, trying your damn hardest to keep your voice steady with cheol’s hands on you.

“oh?” the surprise is evident in your mother’s voice. “i thought you didn’t have any plans? did you find something fun to do? you better not be working on work, i told you you’ve been needing a vacation for way too long! your boss can have whatever it is in the new year, you–”

cheol grips you tightly, rolling your hips against his dick, and you have to slap your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from whimpering out loud. he looks up at you, wordlessly asking if you want him to stop. 

you squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head. as much as it mortifies you fooling around while you’re literally on the phone with your own mother, the thrill of being caught only turns you on even more.

“no, mom, i’m not working, but i am– busy,” you interrupt.

“well, do you want me to call back in a bit?” you can hear the frown in her voice, the tone she gets when she knows you’re lying.

“no!” you cry out as your clit rubs against the head of seungcheol’s cock, giving you a jolt of pleasure. “i–mean, i’ll call you later. when i’m done,” you recover, hoping to god she hasn’t noticed anything off about you.

“sweetie… are you at the gym?” she questions, and you breathe a sigh of relief that it doesn’t seem like she’s caught on to what you’re really doing. “i’m so proud of you, honey, i know you’ve been trying to do that more lately! well, i’ll leave you be then. have a good workout!”

well, you will be having a workout today… just not the kind she’s thinking of.

“th-thanks,” you stutter. suddenly cheol thrusts hard against you, and the movement makes you lose your balance and fall forward a little. you catch yourself on him, your hand flat against his firm chest. “bye, mom.”

“bye, sweetie! have fun!”

he shoots you a satisfied smirk and you sit back as you fumble to hang up as fast as you can, tossing your phone on the carpet behind you and climbing back down onto your knees.

you finally wrap your lips around him, fingernails gripping his thighs as you struggle to take him in your mouth. not only is he long, but he’s girthy, and you have to stretch your mouth open wide to fit him in. even then, you can’t fit all of him, so you put both hands back around the base of his cock where your mouth can’t reach and you begin slowly bobbing up and down, swirling your tongue around him.

his hips buck up roughly into your mouth and instantly tears prick at your eyes. “sorry,” he moans, but you just shake your head and keep going. he grips down hard on the armrests of the chair to stop himself from moving.

you can feel him hitting the back of your throat with every move and you know your mouth is gonna hurt like a bitch later, but the almost melodic sound of his moans is enough to make you want to have his dick in your mouth forever. knowing that it’s you making him feel like this could give you enough energy to suck him off for days on end.

your abdomen throbs with neglect, but the weight of his cock in your mouth is too good to stop. if you didn’t literally need both hands to fit all the way around him, you would’ve already started touching yourself, but both your hands are… occupied elsewhere.

desperate for any kind of stimulation, you press your thighs together, shifting to rub them against each other. at the angle you’re kneeling you can feel the thin fabric of your panties pressing against your pussy, and you buck your hips, trying to get the lace to give you what you want.

but it’s nowhere near enough, and seungcheol notices when you whine frustratedly around his cock, eyes squeezed shut and hands shaking. he grips your head carefully, pulling you off of him with a groan.

you look up at him with watery eyes and he takes in the sight, your mascara smeared and running down your cheeks and your eyes red and wet from choking around him for so long. 

“can i eat you out? please?” he practically begs, breathing heavily.

“o-okay,” you rasp, the words coming out hoarse.

his eyebrows furrow as he catches his breath. he’d tried so hard not to go rough on you, to stop himself from fucking your throat. it’s only your first time with him, and he really, really hopes it won’t be the last, so he’s mentally kicking himself for losing control.

you see his worried expression, so you cough, trying to clear your throat. “i’m fine,” you reassure him, voice a little less coarse than before but still more than he would’ve liked. 

“are you sure?” he asks cautiously.

“mhm. please,” you whimper.

he smiles and wraps his arms around you, helping you stand. your knees crack and he looks concerned again, but you shake your head. “just sore from kneeling. don’t worry.”

you give him a reassuring look, and he finally relents. suddenly he lifts you with terrifying ease, carrying you across the room to toss you onto the bed like nothing.

he climbs on top of you, his face hovering over your lower half.

“you gonna give me a few, baby?” he asks, his tone saccharine sweet. “gotta prep you enough.”

you croak out a yes, watching his movements with vigilance as his calloused fingertips play with the delicate hem of your panties, teasing.

but he doesn’t move any further, just stares up at you through his eyelashes, and you assume he’s waiting for you to say something.

“p-please?” you sniffle, thinking maybe he wants you to beg him for it. and he does, and you would, but you both know that’s for another time.

he presses a light kiss to your cunt over the fabric, moaning into your skin. “god, you’re so good for me, baby. gonna give you everything you want.”

as much as he wants to rip your pretty little underwear off your body and eat you out like his last meal, he knows he has to start slow, give you both a chance to get used to what the other likes instead of jumping straight into the deep end.

so he keeps his eyes locked with yours as he slips the lacy fabric down your hips, carefully so as not to tear them by accident.

you’re embarrassingly wet from nothing at all, your panties completely soaked through. a thin string of your arousal connects from your cunt to the fabric, and he groans lowly, watching it break.

his gentleness is unbelievably hot, and you can’t deny that him being so deliberate with taking them off makes you want to let him rip them off of you in a heartbeat. so what if they’re your favorite pair? you’d buy ten pairs to replace them if you have to.

you lift your legs, helping him slide your panties off so he can toss them away. he settles back down and tenderly pries your thighs apart, setting each leg to the side and leaving you wide open for him. he stares at your pussy for a moment, glistening with wetness. his intense, focused attention on you makes you gush, your muscles clenching around nothing as he watches enraptured. using two fingers he spreads your folds apart, exposing your dripping hole to his fervent gaze.

“cheol,” you mewl out his name in desperation. 

“‘m right here, baby,” he says, his eyes flicking up to your face for a second to make sure you’re okay. you nod, silently begging him to continue. he cups your pussy, and the feeling of sheer size as his massive hand envelopes you is enough to send a shiver down your spine.

automatically your hips buck into his hand, grinding against his palm as you toss your head back and forth against the pillows, grateful to finally feel some relief. 

he coos and you throw your arm over your face in embarrassment at his reaction, sheepish about being so desperate for a man you only met a couple of days ago. but his response isn’t to tease you or degrade you, but to admire you. so needy, so beautiful. and for right now, all his.

his hand still cupped against you, he slowly slips his ring and middle finger into your hole, letting out a pleased hum when you immediately clench around him.

“so wet for me, baby,” he sighs, gently curling his fingers inside you but otherwise keeping them still to let you adjust. “you’re so fucking sexy.”

you whimper, and he removes his fingers, seeing you’re ready for him to give you what he promised. even after being inside you for only a few seconds his fingers are soaked, completely coated in your juices. he looks up at you to see if you’re still comfortable with everything he’s doing, and when you open your mouth without hesitating even for a second, he thinks he might cum on the spot.

“so well behaved,” he praises, pushing his fingers into your waiting mouth. you close your lips around them eagerly, sucking yourself off of him in earnest.

you sigh when he pulls them out again, moving back down to sit between your still-open legs. he presses a gentle kiss to the inside of both your thighs before pushing his face into your waiting pussy.

when his mouth first makes contact with your cunt, you let out a high whine, back arching off the bed in pleasure. his lips completely surround your swollen clit, and your hand flies down to his head, gripping his hair as your hips writhe against his face.

his tongue is everywhere, gliding over every inch of you, licking and sucking and working you towards your orgasm impossibly fast. you can feel your clit throbbing in his mouth, and your breath hitches when he grazes his teeth over it, making you jolt.

his hands loop around your hips, spreading the skin and forcing you open so he has better access to your cunt.

heat pools in your stomach and you feel the familiar burn start to build in between your legs. “co-coming,” you gasp. “cheol, i’m–”

he groans into your cunt in response, sending waves throughout your body.

you sneak a glance down at him. his eyes are squeezed shut as he devours you, fucking you with his tongue with the most blissful look on his face, as if there isn’t anywhere in the world he would rather be right now than with his face buried in your pussy and your thighs trembling around his head.

the sight alone is enough to send you over the edge, muscles contracting and fingers grabbing desperately at the sheets to ground you as you stumble into your orgasm.

your whines stick in your throat as you gasp for breath, vision going white as you cum harder than you ever have in your life. no vibrator on earth could compare to the way seungcheol feels between your legs— and you’ve got quite the collection of toys back at home.

he keeps sucking, carrying you through your orgasm until you flop back on the bed, thoroughly exhausted. he finally pulls off of you for just a second, catching his own breath.

“god, can’t wait to get my cock in you,” he murmurs before diving back in, barely giving you time to recover before he’s building you back up for another.

you sob out his name as his tongue slips inside your hole and back out, dragging up and down your folds and spreading your juices everywhere. you can feel it dripping down your thighs and onto the comforter below.

“coming, coming, please, cheol, please, i–” you pant, struggling for words.

instinctively your legs snap shut around his head, trying to hold him in place, but he easily pries them apart again as you hurtle towards another orgasm. you cum on his tongue, again, sobbing his name like it’s the only word you know.

when he finally decides you’re ready to take his cock, you’re nothing short of a mess. pretty face smeared with makeup and tears, pretty cunt smeared with cum and saliva. he sits back on his heels, admiring how you look. your eyes flutter shut, chest heaving as you gasp for air, and he thinks he hasn’t seen a more beautiful sight in his life.

“you okay, baby?” he hums, massaging your thigh.

a weak “yes” is all you can manage. he runs a hand over your skin soothingly, this time giving you plenty of time to recover. 

when you’ve finally caught your breath enough to sit up, he’s still watching you cautiously. 

“all right?” he asks, and you nod. “if you’re done, we don’t have to keep going…” he starts, but you stop him, shaking your head.

“i told you before, i want to,” you say, taking his hand and lacing your fingers with his. 

he smiles, and you lay back down, pulling him on top of you. he adjusts back in between your legs, positioning himself at the entrance of your pussy. he drags his cock through your folds, collecting what’s left of his frantic makeout session from earlier and spreading it over his length, using it as lubrication.

still holding your hand, he starts to press into you, just barely the tip. you gasp as he keeps going, carefully pushing inch after inch into your tight hole. 

you squeeze his hand and he freezes, not even halfway inside yet. “okay?” he murmurs, rubbing your hand with his thumb.

“yeah, just– one second, please,” you stutter, breathing hard.

he wants to kiss you, so badly, but he can’t bend over without moving and hurting you. so he settles for bringing your entwined hands to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand.

the new feeling subsides, the pain of being split open beginning to lessen as you adjust to his size.

“you can… keep going,” you exhale softly.

he nods and starts to push in again, stuffing you full. it takes a while, but when finally he bottoms out, you both let out moans: him at the feeling of your tight hole clenching around him, and you at the feeling of being so full in the best ways.

after staying still to give you more time to adjust, he begins to pick up the pace, starting slowly and gradually building up until he’s pounding into you.

your back slides up and down the bed, each thrust sending you closer and closer to the wall above your head. attentive as ever, cheol notices, and stills his hips for just a second so he can grab your waist with both hands and yank you down away from the headboard. you yelp and clutch at his back, holding on for dear life as he continues pounding into you.

the bed squeaks with each thrust, and for a split second you worry about breaking the bedframe and having to pay for the damage. but then seungcheol is brushing your hair out of your face and cradling your head between his forearms, and all the thoughts in your head disappear when he stares into your eyes, your faces inches apart.

“can i– kiss you?” he groans, his eyelashes fluttering.

“please, ch-cheol,” you gasp. your hands claw at his shoulders, trying to pull him impossibly closer.

he leans down, closing the distance between you and pressing his lips to yours, somehow too gentle and too rough at the same time. your senses seem to explode, so much happening at once, and you move your hands up to the back of his head, threading your fingers through his hair and tug, pushing him to kiss you deeper.

he moans into you, a deep, rumbling sound you feel all the way in the pit of your stomach. his thrusts get rougher and rougher, and you know he’s getting close. he pulls his lips off of you with a gasp. “whe–where do you want me to–”

“inside,” you plead, your voice coming out throaty. “please, cheol, inside, please–”

he cuts you off and captures your lips again, moaning into your mouth. his hips continue to rut into you desperately and you can only hold on, coming closer and closer to your own orgasm.

you can feel him throb deep in your abdomen, the tip of his cock kissing your walls with each snap of his hips. he shifts slightly and suddenly he’s fucking you like you’ve never felt before. the new angle has you seeing stars, and you clench around him, letting out a choked sob as you come undone on his cock.

your hoarse voice crying out his name over and over again while you quiver in his arms is too much for him, and with a guttural moan he lets go, his own orgasm washing over him and flooding your insides with his cum.

his hips begin to slow, rocking into you with a lazy rhythm as you both come down from your highs. his arms still surround either side of your head, and he moves his wrist to brush your hair out of your face. your hair is sticky with sweat and your eyes are puffy from crying, your mouth hanging open slightly as you struggle to catch your breath.

cheol lays on top of you, resting his head on your chest but careful not to put his full weight on you, letting you cockwarm him for a while. you’re both exhausted and you just lay there together, basking in the afterglow of pleasure.

but as much as you never want the moment to end, you can feel his cum leaking out of you, and you know you probably look like a horrible mess. you whine and push weakly at his shoulders, making him sit up quickly in concern.

“could you… in my bag,” you mumble, pointing a shaky hand towards your cosmetic bag. “m-makeup wipes.”

he slides off of you, leaving a sweet kiss on your forehead before crossing the room to grab them for you. you stay laying on your back, staring at the ceiling, trying to comprehend what just happened.

“here,” cheol says softly, handing you the wipes. you give him a faint smile and prop yourself up on your elbows. you wince when you sit back on your tailbone, sore from how hard seungcheol had fucked you.

he sits at the edge of the bed and gives you an apologetic pout, knowing it’s mostly his fault. “do you… need anything?” he asks shyly, not sure what you need him to do.

“stay?” you ask, voice small. “gonna have to shower, and i’ll– um, need help,” you finish. there’s no chance you’ll be able to walk straight for at least the next few hours, let alone stand in the shower by yourself.

he smiles and puts a hand on your thigh, rubbing at the bruises that have started to form there. “i’ll stay as long as you want me to.”

you scrub at your face, getting the last of the mascara off your cheeks before tossing the dirtied wipe into the trash can by the nightstand. 

with a bit of effort, you manage to throw your legs over the side of the bed, sitting at the edge. you glance behind you at the bed covered in both of your fluids, and you wince, knowing most of it is your fault. “sorry about the sheets,” you whisper, resisting the urge to hide your face in embarrassment.

“baby, we’ll wash them,” he smiles. “don’t worry about it.”

“okay,” you say quietly. you look over to cheol, still sitting beside you, and reach out with both hands for him to help you up.

he jumps up, taking your hands and tugging you to your feet. your legs wobble when you stand, and he slides his arm around your waist to support you as he helps walk you to the bathroom.

you flop down onto the toilet while seungcheol starts the shower, and you have to hold back a laugh at the sight. the buff, sexy innkeeper, butt-ass naked in your bathroom, leaning over the edge of the tub to test the water temperature and make sure it’s not too hot for you.

you know you’re only here for a week, but you could really get used to this.

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ᴅᴇʙᴛ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ Pt. 2

@terriblefaun

Back with part 2 y'all! Thank you to those that reblogged and liked, as it helps my blog and helps me a lot too! Luv y'all and I hope you enjoy! Credits to awesomesauce creator @anitalenia for the dividers!

CW: Sexual content (mdni), P in V, Female anatomy, dacryphilia, lots of fluff with smut at the end.

“It’s sooooo hot outtt” You whined. After about a week of traveling with Mr. Morgan and a week since you had last seen your backstabbing ass of a father (Arthurs's words, not yours.) You had come to enjoy the company of this older man. “Shut up, we’re almost there.”

“Almost where?” you groaned

“Just shut up for a few minutes and enjoy the ride.”

He wasn’t wrong about the scenery, it was gorgeous. Your house was surrounded by rolling hills for miles, which was pretty in its own way. However- the mountains have always had a special place in your heart for some reason, with so many animals and so many colorful plants. Suddenly, Mr. Morgan’s horse slowed to a halt and he got off. You hadn’t even processed what was in front of you while you were thinking. A small dingy camp with an amazing overlook of a nearby town. Before you could say anything, Arthur had yanked you off of his horse and dropped you on the ground. “I’m not livestock! The hell’s wrong with you, miserable old man!” He smirked but turned away for a second to contain himself. “Follow me then, your highness.” He spat. You liked it when he was sarcastic, the trip to this camp was full of you verbally shooting daggers at him to set him off. You wanted him to snap at you for some reason. You wanted to see the veins in his forehead and arms bulge and for him to get silent and stoic- It wasn’t a want at this point- it was a need. 

A shriveled, small, and rather well-dressed man approached the both of you, he looked worried and confused. “Herr Morgan! Herr Morgan! Where’s the money? You know the routine at this point! Who’s this?!” This man reminded you a little bit of a tiny worm, wriggling and panicking as he tried to talk to Arthur. You finally got to see Mr. Morgan upset though, as you observed him rub his temples with his large and rough hands. “ ‘Ere’s the situation, I tried gettin' the money from Mr. Clifton-” 

“I don’t see the money, Arthur!” 

“Let me finish” He sighs and continues, 

“He gave me his daughter instead. Thought he could pay me with her”

The little man shuddered, “He’s really as scummy as I thought he was. I knew he’d pull something- But don’t you usually do something with those men?” You looked at Arthur, the implication that he would beat up- or worse- kill your own father was horrifying. Arthur didn’t answer the little man and just walked away. Following him, you two came across another man. “Dutch- ‘M back,” Arthur yells. “Arthur! We all thought you were hanging in Blackwater or some other area!” He looks at you and adds on, “Who’s this? ‘Ya can’t just be grabbing prostitutes from towns ya’know!” The man snickers. It seems the more interactions that Mr. Morgan has at this camp, the more irritated he gets. You enjoy watching him turn red and scurry away from the others and back to his tent. You shrugged off the comment however, you had been called worse. Besides, you pretty much had the mind of a prostitute around Arthur Morgan. You had wondered what it would be like to sleep with him, to take all of him, and how he’d look. Was he big? Does he have muscles and would he use them to hold you down? “Hey.” 

“JESUS CHRIST” you yelled, everyone in camp looking at you. Spinning around, you stare him down for interrupting your thoughts. Putting his hands up, he turns back around and walks back to his tent, and grabs a rolled-up mattress for you to sleep on. “ ‘Is gettin’ dark out, here’s a bed.” You felt horrible, “Thank you, ‘m sorry.” Before going back to his tent, he pats you on the back. “I know-” he sighs “I know you didn’t want this happenin'- n’ I know I ain’t some handsome prince charmin’ like the books I saw you readin’” He’s embarrassed, he can’t even maintain eye contact with you now. 

“I wan’ you to know that I think you're a mighty fine gal and I wouldn’t mind if ya’ stuck around.” His face was cherry red, and he couldn’t even face you now. Was this your chance? Your gut was practically screaming at you to kiss him, to hold him, to just sleep with him. Stepping towards him you start to stare into his eyes. They were shaking and wide, but aimed in on you, all of you. Pulling you in, he tilted your head up and kissed you. His hands slide down to your hips, and then your ass as he pull you closer to him. Feeling him against your areas, his mouth escapes and moves on to your neck and collarbones. You yelped as he bit and then kissed the wounds afterward, looking back up at you to get your validation. You couldn’t take it anymore- “Arthur, please-” He nods and picks you up bridal style to his tent. Laying you down he kisses you some more as he pulls up your shirt and pulls down your skirt and petticoat. You’re so obviously wet it’s embarrassing. Not for Arthur however, as he goes down on you with so much rigor it’s downright despicable. The moans you’re letting out were pure sin and probably has woken up the whole camp at this point. Getting up, he begins to unzip his pants to pull his dick out. Holy shit you thought, his size was bigger than anything you could have thought of in your dirtiest fantasies. He pumps himself a few times before looking back up at you for an answer. “Put it in-” You moan. As he stretched you out, you couldn’t help but grip the sheets around you. It’s so painful, but it’s so good, your mind is melting as he starts to move his hips in and out of you, slowly picking up the pace. Slipping in and out of you because of how tight you are, he groans and strains his muscles to hold you down to stop you from moving too much. He’s so huge, every part of him is huge, his muscles, his cock, his whole body. You can’t help but start moaning more and more as he grips your hips with one hand and pushes you down with the other. “Fuck, m’ close” Arthur starts to move quicker, and his grip is stronger and beginning to leave flowered bruises on your hips and ass. Grabbing your jaw, he pulls you closer for a kiss as he releases inside you. “Ah fuck ‘m so so sorry” As he pulls out, he grabs a nearby cloth to wipe the tears from your pink cheeks. “I’m okay, it’s okay, you’re okay.” you sigh. You two lay there in silence, as he holds you in his arms, you know that as you slowly drift off to sleep, you’ll only dream of you and him- together. 

[smallestapplin]

The schedule

🔞Me and Zed spoke of a reverse harem with the castlevania men, so kinda modern setting but this is purely porn.🔞

Also reposted from my deleted side blog.

🔞18+Only!MDNI🔞

Cw : reverse harem, with main Belmont’s (Richter, Trevor, Leon, Juste, Julius, Simon, and Jonathan.) and then Dracula and Alucard. Everything is 100% consensual, waking up to oral, ‘just the tip’, spitting, semi public, pegging, and fourway, free use kinda vibes. Afab reader. Womb and cervix are said a bit. Some degradation in Trevor’s part.

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9 am

Your morning starts are usually. You’re awoken by gentle licking and pleasure shooting through your body. You sleepily moan, squirming at the suction on your clit. Tossing the covers you’re greeted with long blonde hair and a very attentive vampire between your legs.

“Good morning, love.” Alucard purrs against your skin, kissing your bitten-up inner thigh, before delving his tongue back into your pussy.

Your body is still sensitive from sleep, you can’t stop the whine that leaves you. You tense up, your thighs snapping shut around his head

“Yes, squeeze my head! Use me!”

He mumbles against your cunt, as you grind against his face, coating him in your juices. You fall limp against the bed, twisting the sheets up in your fist.

He’s not stopping!

“Adrian! I-mmm!”

Alucard moans, humping the bed at your addictive taste. He’s so close to cumming, just a little more!

You arch your back, realizing he’s going to keep you here as long as he can, you aren’t sure when you’ll be free from the vampire’s grasp.

10 am

You always like watching tv with your beloveds, you like showing them new shows that they never heard of from their times. But something tells you Simon isn’t paying attention at all to the show, his minding seemingly elsewhere.

His cock resting right in front of your bare pussy, grinding against your wet heat, wetting himself with your slick. Simon’s arms are wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you in place.

“Please, please let me fuck you! I’ll be gentle, I swear!”

You huff, trying to ignore how good he’s making you feel, and he’s not even inside you.

“I’m trying to watch tv, hon.” You reach back, running your fingers through his red hair.

“P-please! Please just the tip? I’ll be good!”

You sigh with a smile, “I suppose it can’t be helped, but just the tip.”

Simon nearly weeps, babbling useless ‘thank you! as he lifts you up, sliding the thick head of his cock into your welcoming hole. You bite your lip, trying to hold back the moans that want to come out.

He moves your hips, shallowly fucking you while the tv plays ignored in the background. But the Belmont can’t last long, not with how your cunt is squeezing around his tip.

“M-M’sorry! Sorry! Soooo good, fuck!”

You're near screaming as he slams into you, pounding his fat cock into your cervix. He’s crying out into your shoulder, his eyes cross at such pleasure!

He’s fucked you stupid in a matter of minutes, you aren’t sure when he’ll stop, or that you even want him to.

11 am

Your body feels so tender after cumming so much, needing one of the others to pry Simon off of you and get you cleaned up. But that’s where your favorite time comes in! You needed to reward your beloved, after all, he’s such a good boy for you.

Richter grips the sheets below him with his ass in the air, muffling his cries into your pillow while inhaling your scent. He only brought you to your room to get clean clothes, but he’s not complaining one bit!

“Such a pretty boy, doing so well for me.” You coo, chuckling at how he whines.

His body is trembling, his mind gone, unable to focus on anything but you. You slide your hand up his toned back, gently taking a fist full of his hair, and yanking him up.

Richter squeals, raising his ass up allowing you to slam your strap-on deeper inside his clenching hole.

“I wanna hear you.”

His mouth hangs open, as his cock throbs, but he can’t hold back!-

“Cummiiing!”

You quietly shush him, running your fingers through his long brown hair as his cum coats your sheets.

“Such a good boy for me, you did so well!”

You make a noise of surprise when he starts fucking himself on your strap, moving his ass back to shove the toy deeper.

He looks back at you with tears shining in his eyes.

“Please? Can we go again? I need you to fuck me more, please!”

How can you say no to him?

12 pm

After getting Richter settled, you go to the kitchen to make yourself a light snack. You know who’s next, knowing he’s been watching you since Simon had you on the couch. But now it’s his turn.

You get some bread out and reach to make yourself a sandwich, when arms wrap around you, holding you close. You chuckle as Jonathan rests his chin on your shoulder. Only to gasp when you feel him tug your baggy shirt up, exposing your bare ass to him.

“My, aren’t you eager?”

“I can’t wait anymore.” He kisses your neck while pulling his cock free from his pants. Jonathan swears under his breath, feeling just how wet you are, making it easy to slip into you.

Your time with Richter left you hot. You can’t help but stick your ass out a little more, partially bending over the counter and letting his long dick rut into you.

“Oohh! You feel so fuckin good! Ah!”

“O-Oohh shit!” You shakily continue making your lunch, pausing to grip the countertop to mewl at how well he's fucking you.

Your legs shake, threatening to give out from his quick thrusts.

“Can I cum? Oh go,d let me cum!! Lemme fill you!-“

He pants into your neck, biting your skin to silence his cries.

“Yes! Fill me.” You nearly cry as he pumps his load into you at a moment's notice, triggering your own climax. You’re left shaking with Jonathan being the only thing holding you up.

“You’re the best, sweetheart!” You can feel him smile against you, kissing your cheek as he helps you finish making your lunch, only leaving you to get some water.

You don’t know you can even walk to go shopping with Julius.

1 pm

You didn’t need to worry, as Julius was more than happy to help you out. You can never get over how sweet he is to you, always so gentle, even now.

You aren’t sure where he pulled over to, but the place is deserted, which is perfect for you and his tinted windows. You’re in the back seat, spread nicely on his lap. Your clothes had long since been abandoned, tossed somewhere else in the truck, while Julius was still clothed.

“You certainly are a sight for sore eyes.”

You shake, your pussy clenching at the sound of his southern drawl. Julius takes a sharp inhale, sighing at the pleasure. You gently roll your hips, grinding his cock deep into your womb. His calloused hands resting on your hips, watching you with a lustful expression as you fuck yourself on his dick.

“J-Julius..!” He always presses against all your sweet spots, making you feel too good. You tilt your head back, feeling his hands slide up your body, caressing your tits, and rubbing your nipples.

“Such a stunnin’ sight for me, darlin'. All needy for this old man.”

You whine, your hips losing rhythm as you get closer to that edge.

“Fuck, you’re such a good little thing for me.”

“I’m- I’m gonna-!”

“Shhh just cum for me, coat my cock like a good pet.”

His hands move back down to your hips, steadying you before bucking up to meet your thrusts. Your hands slam down on how shoulders, gripping his coat tightly as you cum, trying to milk his cock for all he’s worth.

And he’s happy to give you all of his spent. You’re gasping for air when he leans down, kissing your chest.

“I hope you ain’t tired after that, are you really gonna let this old timer out do you?”

2 pm

You’re finally back home and ready to rest. But you’re pleasantly surprised to see Juste in your room, the black-out curtains are shut, while he reads a book, only perking up when he sees it’s you. Putting the book down, he rushes over to greet you.

“I was wondering what was taking you two so long.” He leans down, kissing you tenderly.

You pull away, cupping his face in your hands. “I know, I hope I didn’t worry you too much.”

Juste gives you a soft smile “Nonsense, I simply cleaned up your room to keep myself occupied, I hope that was alright.”

You aren’t sure what came over you, but something about him at that moment overwhelmed you. Maybe it’s just how considerate he is, or how pretty he looks with a smile on his face, but you couldn’t help yourself.

Juste found himself on your bed, legs hanging off the edge.

You’re sitting on your knees between them, licking from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, giving his leaking cockhead a kiss. One hand stroking it while the other plays with balls.

You coo at him softly, laughing at how his legs twitch and shake.

“So sensitive, I’ve always loved how messy you are. Especially for such a pretty man.”

You lick up any leaking precum before taking the tip into your mouth, lightly sucking on it. Juste arches his back, crying out from all the euphoria. How you caress and toy with his balls, to how you suck his cock, he isn’t sure how he could ever last.

“S-so good! Please- please keep milking me!”

You chuckle around his dick, making his hips buck. He’s sobbing; it feels too good! Oh to be used by you, he loves it!

You don’t take your mouth off of him, only taking in more and more of his throbbing shaft. He tosses his head back, pulling at his own silvery hair. He doesn’t need to tell you, you can feel his balls clenching in your hand.

You pull back up, keeping your lips on his tip and sucking harshly. Juste howls, nearly thrashing as his thick cum fills your mouth, more so when he feels your swallow all he has.

Looking down, his eyes meet yours, only for his to widen when you open your mouth with your tongue hanging, showing you swallowed all of it.

You watch his face burn bright red, and for his dick to be twitching again, ready for more.

3 pm

Despite as much as he denied it, Trevor was quite needy for you, always wanting your attention and affection in any way he could get it. Even if he meant pinning you against the outside wall of your house, in your backyard.

“What’s the matter? You said you could take it.” He growls into your ear.

He’s holding you up, your legs resting in the crooks of his elbows. He has you folded, your chests pressed together, while you’re trying to keep quiet.

His thick cock slamming into you, and heavy balls slapping against your ass. Your eyes roll back, your drool seeping between the fingers trying to keep you quiet. He’s so deep! Fucking his way to your womb! Trevor glares at you, not liking how you’re not screaming for him.

He drops one of your legs, letting it dangle so he can grab your hand and yank it from you.

“I wanna hear those pretty sounds, want ya to sing for me, Angel.” He grabs your face, squishing your cheeks so your mouth opens.

Your eyes are focusing to watch him slowly open his own mouth, letting his tongue fall out to let a thick glob of spit drop into your awaiting maw.

You whine, making him swear under his breath at how your walls tighten around him.

“What a filthy cutie you are, perfect for me to ruin.”

Picking your leg back up, he resumes pounding into your cunt. Smirking as your sob echoes, uncaring if the neighbors see him fucking you like a slut.

“Trevor! Haaa- t’much!!” You shriek, feeling his hand rubbing rough circles on your clit.

“Gonna cum me for? Gonna milk my cock like a cum hungry whore?”

He tosses his head back, moaning at your cum coating his cock, but he isn’t done, far from it!

4 pm

Leon was more than happy to help you bathe, especially after how rough Trevor was with you, and how filthy he got you. He prepared a nice warm bath for you, even sliding behind you to help. You lean back against his chest, while the blonde hums softly as he scrubs you down gently.

He kisses your temple, while massaging the soap into your skin, making sure not to leave a single patch untouched. His hands shake for a moment, before going over your chest, washing your tits. He bites his lip, trying to stay calm, but you’re just so soft! Fitting perfectly in his hands, perfectly against his chest, he just wants you.

You squirm, feeling his thumbs rub over your nipples, keening when he pinches them, pulling on them lightly.

“Leee.” You whine, making his breathing shudder.

You sound so beautiful.

“Just making sure you’re clean, beloved.”

One hand slides down, under the water, and to your pussy. Your breathing hics, as he rubs your clit, going over it in slow, gentle circles. You grip his thighs, trying to ground yourself as you tremble. You toss your head back against his shoulder, crying out at how sensitive you are.

“Shhh you’re doing so well for me.”

His own breathing shakes, looking down and faintly seeing through the soapy water, your hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. ‘Two can play at that game.’ He thinks, gliding his fingers down, gently fingering your cunt and lightly grinding his palm against your pulsing nub.

“Leon…oh god! Fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m- I can’t-“

“There you go, easy now, cum for me.”

He nearly chokes while you squeeze his cock, and cum with a loud whine. His blue eyes flutter back, keening at the gorgeous sounds you make.

He’s so close-

5 pm

You finished your bath just in time for dinner, and just in time for Dracula’s turn. He always likes having you on his lap, where he can keep you close for him to love you. And that’s just where you sit, at the head of the table, on his lap.

You can hear everyone talking, hear the forks hitting the plates, but you can process what they are saying, or what’s going on. Your womb has been breached with Dracula’s cock, your stomach slightly bulging from the large size of him.

“Come now, Dear, you need to eat.” The older vampire purrs, holding the fork up to your lips.

He’s happy to feed you, even if he is getting occasional glares from the others, he doesn’t care. He can feel every twitch and every clench from your body, he can feel your juices dripping down to his heavy balls.

You shakily take a bite, trying not to shriek when he pushes down on the bulge in your stomach. He purrs when you clench.

“Very good, you deserve a reward for being so good.”

The others at the table look over when you squeal, only to see you leaning half over the table, trying to hold yourself up. Tears fall down your face as your body bounces at the heavy thrusts Dracula is giving you.

His balls smacked your clit with every wet slap of his hips against yours. You scream, gushing around his cock.

Dracula chuckles, letting you lean back against him.

“So soon, dear? We haven’t even finished dinner.”

“P-please, m’so sensitiiive! Fuck!” Your eyes cross, as he pistons his hips, making sure everyone can see what a mess you are for him.

And these runts made a nice dessert too, he will use it to keep you here longer.

8 pm

It’s almost bedtime, yet you can’t sleep, even after being fucked as you have all day today, sleep just won’t come easy to you. When some of your lovers find out, they are more than eager to help you rest.

This is how you ended up with Alucard below you, his face buried into your chest and nipping at your tender buds. Fucking into you, while Juste stands behind you, rutting into your same stuffed hole as Alucard.

And Richter is in front of you, crying out as you let him fuck your face.

Your eyes roll back, and your wails are muffled by Richer’s thick cock. You aren’t sure how Juste and Alucard managed to share a hole, but it has you sobbing.

Neither of them is in sync, making sure you always stay full, none wanting to leave you empty or leave your addicting holes.

“God, what a perfect cunt!” Alucard growls, burying his face back into your chest, covering you in his bite marks.

Juste whines, his drool dripping onto your lower back.

“So good! Sogoodsogoodsogood!!” He’s losing his mind, you’ve ruined him.

Richter covers half his face with his free hand, trying to keep some modesty, but your throat feels divine! Sucking him so greedily!

Your mind has gone blank, only thinking of the intoxicating cum they are going to fill you with, you want to be their cum dump! Their perfect hole to use!

You’re going to be sleeping easy tonight, though your coworkers will be concerned as to why you can hardly walk, or stand straight.

[devildom-moss]

Congratulations on your blog turning 1 year old!!!!🎉🎉🎉

If the requests for your event are still open can I ask for Levi x reader with the prompt shower/bath

<3

Thank you~ This is the last one the event, so I hope you enjoy it, anon!

1 year anniversary flash request event - SFW

(Leviathan x gn!MC)

Prompt 11 – Shower/Bath

“Levi, come on, open up.” You knocked on his door and waited for a response. He had a rough day, and he was mortified after he tripped in the hallway in front of you – which wasn’t remedied in the slightest when Mammon and Belphie started laughing at him. Levi ran straight home, shirking his student council duties completely. Luckily, you managed to soothe Lucifer’s annoyance with some artful flirtation dealmaking. He even let you leave early to check on Levi and calm him down. It’s amazing what Lucifer was willing to agree to when he wanted his little brother to feel better to avoid a Lotan summoning and the potential flooding of the House of Lamentation.

“Urrgggh. No way! MC, go away. I’m too embarrassed to let you see me. I fell right on my face like a loser.”

“Please? I ran you a bath.” Levi peaked through a crack in the door, his eyes watery and his face flushed red. You smiled at him. “I know you love water. You’ll enjoy this. I promise.”

“Y-you’re an angel, aren't you?” Levi opened the door a bit more.

“Hush, just come with me.” You grabbed his hand – with almost no protests – and pulled him towards the bathroom. The scent of the Ruri-chan cherry blossom bath bomb you used filled the room. You knew Levi was going to love it. It turned the water a glittery, vibrant peach – the same tone as Ruri-chan’s outfit. You shut the door behind him. “Want me to help you get undressed?”

“W-Woah! Wait, wait, wait! Why are you still in here?” Levi tugged his shirt down as if he needed to cover himself up more than he already was.

“I was going to help you wash.” You rolled your sleeves up. “Do you not want me to?”

“A-and you want me to get naked? In front of you?!”

“I can turn around if you’d prefer.”

“Why?”

“So, you can get undressed in private – although, it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked.”

“Not that!” Levi slapped his hands over his face to hide his burning cheeks. “I mean, why do you want to do this?”

“Oh. I’m gonna touch your hands, okay?” You placed your hands gently over his, running your thumbs over his knuckles. “It’s because I love you, and I want to take care of you.”

Levi peaked over his hands at you. His eyes were watering and even the tips of his ears were bright pink. His voice was weak and timid, muffled by his hands. “I-I – I want you to undress me.”

“Alright, baby.”

You helped Levi out of his clothes, occasionally leaving soft, affectionate kisses along his bare skin. The blush on his cheeks never faded – even as he lowered himself into the water. Levi held his shoulders, covering his chest protectively.

“Levi, baby, you’re safe. I promise. You’re allowed to relax – if you want to.” Levi dropped his arms. “Good boy. I’m going to wash your hair now.”

You lathered up your hands and began to massage the shampoo into his scalp. After a minute, you even earned a satisfied hum from his lips. His shoulders dropped as you ran your fingers down his neck and rubbed gentle circles into his skin.

“F-feels so good,” Levi whined. Seconds later, he slipped into his demon form, nearly scratching your hand with his horns. “Wah! S-sorry. I didn’t –”

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re okay, baby,” you cooed.

Levi melted under your touch. A shy grin formed on his lips. He brought his tail out of the bath, dipped the tip back under the surface, and splashed a bit of water in your direction. Your jaw dropped in shock before you laughed. It was rare to see him so playful, and it warmed your heart.

“Very cute,” you mused. “Now give me your tail.”

Levi’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink – no doubt, his mind flooded with thoughts. After all, no one else was home right now. You moved slightly to take hold of his tail, gently caressing him as you lathered it up with soap. His eyes darted towards you, catching a glimpse of your warm smile before he looked away again and sunk into the water up to his eyes. He murmured something underwater, but it was impossible to hear him.

“Come again,” you asked, trailing your hand down his tail.

Levi popped his head up just long enough to repeat himself. “I love you!”

[m1dnyt3-w0lf]

Writing this mini series for my friend @crocs-blogs :D hope you all enjoy!

Good Puppy Part 1:

Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader

Summary: You ask Miguel a favor without being ready of what would come from it

   "This is my boyfriend, Miguel." You said with a smile on your face, though your grip tightened in your entwined hands. A grip reciprocated by Miguel. You weren't dating him, but after finding out you were the last of your family to not have a partner, you practically begged him to help you out.

"Not a chance." He said after his shock wore off from your question.

"Miguel, please! Do you know what this means for me?!"

"Not a clue and, frankly, I don't care." He said bluntly, taking a bite of a fry.

"This means my entire family is going to be after me now!" You told him, ignoring his remarks. "They're going to get any guy they can get their grubby hands on and try to pair me up with him!"

"And that's a bad thing, why?" He questioned, still not interested in your familial matters.

"They get handsy." You told him, and just as you predicted, he stopped. His eyes bore into yours, flashing red for a moment before turning back into his usual silky brown. You could see the gears turning in his head, never once breaking eye contact. His jaw worked as he grinded his teeth a bit before finally sighing and breaking his eye contact, leaning back into the booth.

"Fine."

"Than-"

"But!" He started. "If someone finds us out, I'm not sticking around."

You scoffed.

"Such a knight in shining armor."

   "Oh, Miguel! It's so nice to finally meet you!" Your mother squealed out, bringing you back to the present. Miguel's hand was torn out of you as your mother pulled him into a hug.

   "Hrk!" Miguel gasped out, squished under your mother's arms.

"Mom!" You snickered out, easing her arms so Miguel could breathe. He shot you a look of betrayal, surely salty you didn't warn him beforehand.

   "Oh, I'm sorry! I'm just excited that our little Junebug finally found someone!" She said with a smile and teary eyes. You didn't meet Miguel's eyes as he looked at you. You could've sworn he let out a soft chuckle.

   "Mom…" you whined in embarrassment.

   "Come now, Abby, leave the two lovebirds alone." Came your father's voice from the living room, surely watching the game.

   "Oh shush and come say hi, Jimmy." Your mother called back to him, allowing you and Miguel to enter. Miguel's hand found its way back into yours and held tightly but gently. You smiled back at him as you heard your father stand from his chair and walk into the hallway.

   "There's my favorite kid." He said with a smile, pulling you into a hug. It was awkward since Miguel still refused to let go of your hand.

   "You say that to all of us." You said with a giggle. Your father chuckled and pulled away.

   "Yeah but I mean it with you."

   "You say that too!" You exclaim, making your father laugh.

   "Alright, you caught me!" He turned to Miguel then, clearing his throat. You didn't expect your father to be a couple inches shorter than Miguel. Miguel put on a kind smile and extended his hand out to your father for a handshake.

   "Hello, sir, it's a pleasure to meet you." He said. You couldn't help your eyebrows shooting up. Mr. Tough and Sarcastic was over here being polite to your father? You wondered what else you could catch him doing. Your teasing list was itching for some new material. Your dad gave him a long, hard look as he took him in.

   "Treating my kid well?"

   "Yes, sir."

   "Keeping them out of trouble?"

   "Absolutely, sir."

   "Don't plan on hurting them?"

   "Dad-"

   "It's alright, Love." Miguel reassured, shooting you a loving smile. His tone and pet name immediately shut you up, making your eyes wide and your cheeks to dust in pink. Miguel met your father's eyes, seeming unaware of your reaction as his features showed determination.

   "I would rather tear my eyes out myself than see them hurt." They both stood there for a moment before your father broke into a big smile and took Miguel's hand in his, giving a firm but welcoming shake.

   "It's good to meet you, Miguel."

   "Pleasure is all mine, sir." Your mother came up between the two and started leading your father away.

   "Play nice boys, we're still waiting for the rest!" Your mother scolded. You tried to give Miguel a look, as if expecting him to explain what happened, but he kept his eyes on your parents. So, instead, you leaned in and whispered into his ear.

   "What was that?" His hand twitched in yours. He turned his head and whispered back.

   "Playing the part like you asked." His eyes met yours before looking away and turning back toward the door.

   "I'll get our things." He said loud enough for your parents to hear. You rolled your eyes as he left and left to the living room where your dad sat again, watching the game. Your mother most likely went back into the kitchen to watch the food.

   "So the others haven't arrived yet?" You asked him, taking a seat on the sofa. Your father shook his head.

   "Not yet, but you know them. Maggie is having some trouble with the twins, and Thomas had to make a detour because of traffic."

   "And Sammy?"

   "Sammy said she wouldn't be here until late and to not wait for her."

   "Late?" You asked in surprise, hearing Miguel come back in. You started to think about helping him, but your mother beat you to it. Hearing him respond, he had it.

   "Yeah, unfortunately, her boyfriend had a last-minute gig with his band, so they're going to be late." Your dad informed you.

   "Down the hall and last door on the left, dear." You both heard your mom say.

   "Thank you, ma'am." Miguel replied. Then, you and your father watched as Miguel carried all four bags past the living room door and disappeared down the hall. Your father chuckled, regaining your attention.

   "He's a strong man." He simply said before going back to the game. You felt as though your father was expecting you to say something, but his attention on the game made you think otherwise. You debated for a moment before standing.

   "I'm gonna go help him unpack." You tell your father. He only nods and lifts his drink towards you, your father's way of excusing someone. You nod and hurried down the hall. You turn the corner to see Miguel with a hand on his hip and the other pinching the bridge of his nose. He was annoyed, you knew this. You walked in and gently shut the door behind yourself, making Miguel look up at you.

   "What's wrong?"

   "Wrong? Nothing's wrong! ¿Por qué preguntas?" His mouth was in a thin line, and his eyebrows furrowed deeper. You raised a brow and crossed your arms.

   "Miguel O'Hara, don't you dare lie to me. I've known you for how many years now?" He rolled his eyes and planted his hands on his hips firmly.

   "There's only one bed." His jaw worked as he spoke, eyes boring into yours. You tore your eyes from his to see the queen-sized bed you had when you were a teen. You didn't realize you were in your old room.

   "Oh, um…" You trailed off, thinking. "I can maybe see if we have a spare room?"

   "That would be great." He didn't meet your eye now, and you didn't try to meet his. You nod and head back out.

   "I'll be right back." As you walked down the hall and into the kitchen, you realized you felt sad. Why? He wanted his own room. So what?

   "Honey, is something wrong?"

   "Huh?" You look up to see your mother's face etched with worry and standing in front of you.

   "Oh, yeah, no, I'm good. I wanted to ask if the spare room was available?" Your mother looked confused but answered.

   "No, the kids are taking that room to give your sister and brother some peace." Her worry etched deeper. "Is everything alright between you and Miguel?"

   Shit! You thought. Abort, abort, abort!

   "Yeah, of course we are! We just weren't sure if my old bed was big enough for both of us." You chuckled, relieved to see her face relax. "You know, he's a bit on the bulkier muscle side."

   "Oh, trust me. I know." She snickered. "Your father was the same once upon a time, you know.

   "Oh, mom, stop!" You hid your face, feeling heat spread to your cheeks. She laughed and shook her head.

   "You'll both be fine. You'll both just have to squeeze a little tighter."

   "What did she say?" Miguel asked as you returned to the room. You shut the door and refused to meet his eye.

   "We're, uh, stuck with one bed."

   "You've gotta be kidding me."

   "Maybe it won't be so bad?"

   "I signed up to pretend! Not to be in bed with you." His voice was in a strained whisper, worried your parents would hear him.

   "Well, we don't have much choice!" You whisper-shouted back, moving closer to ensure only he heard you. "My mom already thought we had a fight because I asked about the spare room!"

   Miguel groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose again, softly whispering, "no puedo mas con esto."

   "Miguel, I don't like it as much as you do, but it's only for a couple of nights. And if you're that much bothered with sharing a bed with me, then you can just sleep on the couch!" The hurt seeped into your voice. You've been friends with Miguel for what felt like forever and to hear him so bothered by the fact of sharing a bed hurt…for some reason. Miguel froze and looked at you. Within moments, his hands were on your arms, thumbs caressing them as he gazed into your eyes.

   "I'm not bothered. Not in the way you're thinking, and don't you dare lie to me either." He said as you opened your mouth to speak. "I'm worried you'll be uncomfortable."

   "Me?"

   "Yes, you. You've never allowed someone in your bed, much less your room. I don't want to disrespect that." His voice was a low, soothing rumble. It calmed you.

   "I don't mind it if it's you." You tell him, gazing up at him. You felt his thumbs stop their caress. Something in his eyes shifted, but you couldn't tell what. Nor did you have time to as you heard your mother yell out in delight. It allowed Miguel time to pull away, and you turned to the door.

   "That must be my sister."

   "How do you know?" Miguel acted as if nothing that happened had just happened. Suddenly, screams of children shouted out as little feet ran around the house.

   "That's how." You say with a chuckle. You walk out of your room, Miguel right behind your heels. Somehow, his hand found its way back into yours as you both walked down the hall to the entrance. You didn't even know you were nervous until the warmth started to calm you.

   "Auncle!" A little boy came running at you and jumped, forcing you to let go of Miguel's hand to catch the boy. You grunted before lifting him up to perch on you comfortably.

   "Cameron, you can't jump on me like that, you silly boy!" You playfully scolded him, giving him a tickle and making him giggle.

   "Sorry!" You chuckled and gave his cheek a kiss. "Who's that?"

   "Oh, um," you started as you turned around to face Miguel. You hesitated, wondering how the children would affect him but was quickly reassured upon seeing his warm smile and bright eyes.

   "Hello," Miguel said, voice gentle and kind. "I'm Miguel, your auncle's friend."

   "Mom said you're their spicy dip." Cameron said without even blinking an eye. Miguel's eyes widened in shock as your face bloomed in red.

   "Cameron! What have I said about repeating mommy's words?!" Your sister shouted from behind you. Cameron sighed.

   "To not to."

   "And yet you still do! Leave these two alone and go give Grandpa a hug!"

   "Yes, Mom." Cameron sighed again. You set him down, and he ran off. You looked at your sister with your hands on your hips and a look of deep disapproval on your face.

   "Haha, kids, right?" Maggie chuckled nervously as her husband stepped up, the poor soul unaware of the situation.

   "Oh hey, it's nice to see you again!" He greeted you happily, stopping short as he saw your expression. You saw his eyes flick behind you and then back to you before he turned around and headed back outside. Your mother also decided it was time to leave.

   "Oh, is that the pot boiling?" She asked herself before quickly rushing to the kitchen. Maggie was increasingly getting nervous.

   "Maggie, why would you say that in front of the kids?" You scolded.

   "I didn't mean to! It just slipped out when I saw mom's picture!" She gasped and covered her mouth. You slowly blinked and stood stock still.

   "What picture?" You asked slowly. You could feel Miguel's energy shift behind you. Maggie's eyes shifted between you to Miguel, somehow relaxing slightly. She took out her phone and showed you. It was a picture taken of you and Miguel from inside the house. The picture showed the moment Miguel helped you out of his car, your hand was in his while his other hand held the car door open for you.

   You were both smiling.

   It took you off guard how happy and loving you both look. Hell, you were nearly convinced you were an actual couple.

   Nearly.

   "We look perfect." Miguel's deep drawl came from right beside your ear as you felt his hands slowly snake onto your hips and pull your back flush against his chest as a soft kiss landed on your cheek. The very act made goosebumps ripple along your arms, and a deep blush crawl over your cheeks. You couldn't help the smile from your lips as a giggle escaped you.

   Focus! Play up the part! You screamed in your head. You turned your head towards him, your lips almost touching.

   "Mi Amor, we're always perfect." You drawled back to him. Of course, you'd learn how to say two simple words in Spanish. You needed to be convincing. His eyes flashed red, from what you didn't know, and his breath hitched. Did you imagine that? The smile he gave you seemed…dangerous. So dangerous you were able to see a sliver of those fangs of his, a rare sight even to you. You couldn't help but glance down at that smile before meeting his eyes again.

   "Ew, gross! I don't want to see my own sibling making googly eyes at their man!" Maggie said suddenly, tearing you and Miguel apart. You blushed from embarrassment now.

   "Sorry, sorry." You let out a nervous chuckle. Miguel, however, kept his hands on your hips but wasn't as close to you as he was before. The brush his thumb gave your hip would've had you melting in his grasp-

   Wait, what? No…no, no, no, stop that! He's just playing the part! But the thunder in your heart made you doubt your thoughts. Was he always this affectionate? Did he enjoy physical touch this much? You've never known him to be so…touchy.

   "Forgive me, I could never control myself around mi corazón." Miguel said. His voice was playful but held enough smoothness to make you melt into his hold.

   "M-Miguel! Not in front of my family!" You playfully say, pushing him away gently. However, your eyes read differently as you met his own, hinting to back off. He read them perfectly and backed off, opting to keep his hand on the small of your back.

   Dear gods above and below, give me strength. You pleaded in your thoughts.

   "You guys are just the cutest. Reminds me a lot when Pete and I were younger." Maggie said with a nostalgic sigh.

   "Maggie, that was barely over five years ago. I think the only people able to say that are mom and dad." You say with a chuckle. Maggie swatted your arm playfully.

   "Oh shush, why wouldn't I say a thing like that to my little sibling?" She chuckled. You rolled your eyes.

   "Okay, okay, fine." You chuckle.

   "I think I'll go help Pete." Miguel said quietly, hurrying out past Maggie to help a struggling Pete with the luggage.

   "Where's Cassie?" You ask Maggie as you both watched the men.

   "Oh, she's around here somewhere with Cameron. You know how the twins are." Then she smirked and nudged you with her elbow. "What I wanna know is what salsa pot did you pull him out of?"

   "M-Maggie!" You scolded as your cheeks burned red.

   "What?! He's practically the perfect man! He's handsome, buff, and his ass is tighter than a rubber band! MMM!" She grunted out.

   "And he's so nice! Men like him don't pop up often anymore." Your mother added in from behind you both. You jumped and looked at her.

   "Maggie, Mom, stop it." You warned, feeling flustered. You didn't know how to feel about Miguel being spoken like this behind his back.

   "How are you gonna sit there and not tell us about him?!" Maggie huffed out. You knew this was going to happen, and you were prepared.

   "We prefer to keep things private." You tell her.

"What are we going to do when your family starts asking questions?" Miguel asked, shifting his gaze from the road to you for a moment.

"We'll just say we like to keep private." You say with a shrug. Miguel frowned, unconvinced.

"We have to have some kind of story. At least how we met." He pressed. You rolled your eyes.

"Alright, Mr. I-don't-want-to-do-this, what do you suggest?" You teased.

   "The suspense is killing us, Junebug!" Your mother explained as both your sister and her led you into the kitchen and sat you down. You chuckled, playing it off.

   "Alright, fine, fine." You took one of their hands in each of your own. "So, I had just been hired at Alchemax-"

    "-and they had been placed within my team. Now, at first glance, I thought they didn't belong." Miguel admitted to Pete, handing him one of the suitcases. "However, they then went on to impress the team as they quickly solved a problem we had been stuck on for three days. It was…phenomenal."

   "It?" Pete asked.

   "The way their brain worked was like no other I'd ever seen. They saw the world differently than everyone else. I saw that and wanted to see more." Miguel admitted, a small smile playing at his lips as he remembered that day. You had peaked his interest within moments of your arrival, but it was then that you had his full attention. He snapped himself out of it, quickly grabbing another bag and handing it to Pete, who then nearly went down with the extremely heavy bag.

   "So, because my smarts were enough to rival Miguel's, I was placed under his wing." You told your mother and sister.

   "More like under his muscles!" Maggie said, making both her and your mother giggle. You rolled your eyes.

   "Oh shush, both of you! Do you want the story or not?" They silenced quickly, waiting eagerly. "That's what I thought. So, I shadowed him for a few days and watched him do his tasks. He didn't talk much, actually, he didn't talk at all. He was all silent and broody. But, when the time came for me to take over and show what I learned, he suddenly became chatty."

   "They did everything wrong! I had to correct them on everything! Their reports were left unfinished, and they mislabeled some of the vials." Miguel couldn't help the growl, catching Pete off guard.

   "Did…did you just…" Pete tried to ask. Miguel waved him off.

   "A habit from too many cartoons." He brushed off. Miguel needed to be careful. He didn't want to scare your family after just meeting them.

   "Eventually, they had enough of my 'bickering' to call me out on it. We had a…massive argument that led to insults and, somehow-"

   "-we laughed. We started laughing over how stupid it all was. I was a new scientist, and he was an old timer, although he's not really that old." You chuckled, shaking your head at the memory. "His laugh rang like church bells, and his smile beamed like it was just charged with a million volts."

   You sighed dreamily, smiling fondly at the memory. You had made it your mission since then to make sure he always laughed and smiled that way. You went as far as shooting him with terrible dad jokes and puns. The dad jokes worked, the puns not so much.

   "Since then, we just sort of clicked, and the rest is history." You smile.

   "That's it?" Your mother and Maggie gasped out, eyes wide and jaws dropped.

   "¿Como que 'that's it?' Of course, that's it." Miguel told Pete, helping him grab the last of the luggage.

   "You didn't even talk about the moment you fell for them or when you finally asked them out." Pete said. Carrying as many bags as he could, which was three. Miguel picked up several more than Pete and sighed.

   "Would it not be easier to hear it from both of us in front of the rest of the family?" Miguel tried. Pete shrugged.

   "I suppose so." Pete looked up at Miguel. He was only a couple inches shorter than the man, but it felt like a big difference. "I'm glad they found you."

   "Sorry?" Miguel asked, caught off guard.

   "We don't talk much, but it was clear being surrounded by so many couples took a toll on them, even seeing the children." Pete continued, waddling slowly from the weight of the bags. Miguel followed his pace, just in case Pete couldn't carry the bags.

   "It did?"

   "It did. I can tell you guys love each other a lot. They're absolutely smitten with you." Pete says, recalling the pic your mother took. "And as far as I can tell, you're just as smitten with them as they are with you."

   Miguel felt his heart hammer in his chest. It felt like the same rush from when he lept off that building to test his newfound powers for the first time.

   "You think so?" He asked, trying not to sound hopeful but rather honored.

   "Think so? I know so." Pete chuckled, adjusting his hold on the luggage. "I was the same way with Maggie, absolutely smitten. Though, it took her some time to come around."

   "That so?" Miguel questioned, taking one of the suitcases from Pete.

   "Thanks. Yeah, she was more stubborn than a mule, and it didn't help that she was absolutely head over heels for another guy." Pete sighed dreamily. "After the guy wronged her, she had no one to turn to and there I was, handing her some food and asking if she was alright. She talked for hours and I sat and listened. We joke that she bled my ear off that night. We decided to finally be friends and, like you said, the rest is history."

   "That's…quite the story." Miguel mumbled as they reached the house finally. Pete put the suitcases down with a huff.

   "Yep." He was out of breath.

   "May I?" Miguel suggested.

   "Knock yourself out."

   You heard the door open and strained your neck to look over into the hall. There you saw Pete struggling to carry two suitcases into the house meanwhile Miguel was carrying five at once with no trouble whatsoever. You felt your cheeks heat up at the small display of strength.

   "Bet you wished for him to throw you against the wall, huh?" Your sister teased behind you. You gasped loudly and quickly pulled back into the kitchen, smacking her arm. The gasp making Miguel and Pete look over in confusion

   "Stop it!" You hissed at her as she laughed.

   "Is something wrong?" Came Miguel's voice from behind you, concern etched into his tone. Your cheeks flared up more as your back stiffened.

   "Nothing!" You quickly say. However, your sister had a devilish look in her eye.

   "My dear sibling was simply telling us how they'd just love to have you push them against a wall." Your jaw dropped at your sister's words.

   "Maggie! Shut up!" You shouted at her, face going red as a tomato. She simply laughed, eyes darting behind you. Suddenly, you felt Miguel's breath against your cheek as a breathy chuckle hit your ear, causing goosebumps to ripple your skin.

   Dear gods…

   "That so?" Oh no. You recognized that tone in his voice. It was worse than his usual teasing tone. He was never going to let you live this down. "¿Que pasó with 'not in front of your family,' Love?"

    You gulped thickly as his deep voice got impossibly deeper at the whispered question. You couldn't help your breath hitching. Miguel gave another breathy chuckle as he pulled away. Oh, the embarrassment that made your cheeks flush deeply. You heard his footsteps walk away with Pete's following behind him. It was then, and only then, you allowed yourself to let out a loud gasp and cover your flush face. Maggie was laughing at your reaction while your mother attempted to comfort your embarrassed form.

   "Shut it, Maggie! How dare you do such a thing to them like that?!" Your mother scolded Maggie, shutting her up quickly.

   "Sorry, mom. It was just a joke." She mumbled as your mother sat you back down and hurriedly went to fetch you a glass of water. You kept your face hidden until you were sure the blush had left your cheeks. You removed your hands with a deep breath.

   You are so going to get it, Miguel! You thought to yourself angrily, accepting the glass of water your mother gave you with a smile.

    "¡Soy un pinche idiota! ¿Como voy a hacer algo estupido como eso?" Miguel growled under his breath, pacing the room Pete and Maggie were to share. Pete watched him pace, trying to open his mouth and cut into Miguel's Spanish rant. Miguel simply continued to wave his hands around and rant angrily, movements quick and swift with muscles drawn tight and ready to release like a cannon. Still, Pete tried.

   "Uh…hey, uh…Miguel?" Pete tried quietly. At the sound of his name, Miguel turned to Pete with an angry snarl.

   "What?!" He hissed through gritted teeth. Pete jumped.

   "I-I was just gonna say to apologize to them…" his words trailed off under Miguel's infuriated gaze. Miguel took a moment to close his eyes and take a deep breath.

   "You're right. You're right." He released his breath and looked at Pete with kinder eyes. "Sorry for yelling at you."

   "Ah, don't mention it." Pete waved him off. "But seriously, apologize."

   "Yeah, I got it." He huffed, annoyed. How could he let himself lose control like that? The last thing he needed was for you to find out he actually did like you. Fake dating you was already hell for him trying to pretend he liked you while liking you. He let out a small growl, frustration seeping into his brain. He needed to relieve it soon.

   "Where's the bathroom?" Miguel asked Pete.

   "Last door on the right."

   "Thanks."

Part 2

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Mini Series-Caught

Getting Caught By Ghost

Gaz x reader

A/n: Sorry for not posting for a long time, I will be making a post regarding what to expect from my blog. I haven't written in a while so I'm sorry if the quality is trash. But anyway enjoy this mini-series titled Caught.

Summary: What happens when two young sargents get along a little too well? They fuck like rabbits. What happens when they begin to fuck in public places? They get caught. A mini-series where the reader and Gaz keep getting caught in the act. First by their lieutenant, second by their friendly sergeant, third by the entirety of the Shadow Company, fourth by the Vaqueros, and lastly by their Captain who had enough and teaches them a lesson.

Tags: Sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral f-receiving, bodily fluids...

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Don't get caught...

Your eyes were closed shut, and your breathing labored as you bit your lip. Trying your best to not let a sound out.

Don't get caught...

You balled your hands into fists, trying your best to ground yourself, not sure how much longer your legs could take.

Don't get caught...

You can feel your thighs about to give out, the numbing sensation spreading throughout, and you can feel yourself shaking. Tears began to spill as small whines escaped your lips.

Don't...

"Oh god!" you squealed, your eyes snapped open as you stared back at the brown eyes under you. You can feel his tongue licking at your folds, juices running down your thighs, and soaking his face. "Gaz..." you whimpered.

You heard a small murmur coming between your legs, not bothering himself to separate from your pussy, continuing to make loud and obscene sucking noises as he pleasured himself through you. His fingers dig into your plush thighs as he continues to pull you closer to his face.

"Gaz...we're gonna get caught..." you whined. You slightly pulled yourself away from his face, a string of saliva trailing, still connecting him to your pussy.

"We're not gonna get caught, nobody comes here in the middle of the night."

You looked around the vacant gym, everything was silent, and no footsteps outside could be heard.

"Fine but hurry up." you hissed.

"Yes, ma'am." he quipped back as he grabbed the bag of your thigh and pulled you back down to his mouth.

Just as you let out a moan, you heard the doors to the gym open, you looked down to Gaz who was in his own world, and a death grip on your legs so you couldn't wriggle out of his grasp.

"Gaz! Let go..." you pleaded, but it was too late.

"Fucking hell..." a rough voice cursed, a voice that you knew belonged to your lieutenant. Too embarrassed to look at your lieutenant, you only stared back at the dazed eyes of Gaz. " what type of workout are you shit for brains doing."

"It was Gaz's idea!" you cried out. You felt Gaz's grip on your thighs falter, giving you the chance to pull away and dress yourself. You peered over to Gaz who was bright red in the face, his face drenched in your juices, and what caught your attention was his sweats. His grey sweatpants that were clean and constricting his boner were now drenched in his cum. You grabbed Gaz by the ear and started dragging him by the ear to the exit.

"Don't tell the captain." Gaz pleaded to Ghost before you shut the doors, leaving a sexually frustrated Ghost alone in the gym.

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[dozing-marshmallow]

If you havent yet, could you consider making more of the chris nibling headcannons? :>

Shoutout to presofthepbnjbro for making the first chris’ nibling reader request on my blog that’s kept you all hooked since.💙

I had a special scenario in mind for this one! Have fun reading!

CHRIS MCLEAN X NIBLING! READER HEADCANONS (PART 5)

It was an easy day with Chris on his island, happily spending a school break with him.

You were sitting on his sofa, watching TV, when your whole sight is covered by darkness.

“Ah!” On instinct, your hands shoot up to mend your eyesight, just for the source of this unpredicted darkness to come from Chris’ hands.

Your uncle gives a hearty laugh at your reaction,“Greetings nibling! It’s a glorious afternoon, the sun is shining and I was hoping you’d want to come outside to spare yourself the brain rot.“ he dramatised with words so light from his dark vocabulary, fingers tapping rhythmically on the sofa. 

He wants to show you something.

“Okay!” You switched the TV off and skip with him in curiosity.

Outside was shining. Hairs of grass tickle your ankles and the golden ball kissed your skin. Where Chris was walking, you grasp a large shadow of a thing you’ve never seen before.

Getting closer, the little voice in your head blasted off,“Chris! Is that a trampoline?”

“Yep!” he held his hand out to it,“(Chef) just set it up. Not too shabby, huh? All ours.” you adored how he phrased it- ours. Like he too is going to be utilising the garden equipment like a child.

You ran around the width of it,“Woahhh! It’s so large!” Larger than any trampoline you’ve seen! Screw watching TV, this thing is a dream! “Thank you, uncle Chris!”

“Take your shoes off before you go in.” He instructed, a rare time where he took his status as uncle formally.

“Yes, yes!” You tear your sneakers off and jovially crawl into the opening of the trampoline. You get to your feet and begin jumping instantly.

A little bit after, Chris took his shoes off and joined you inside, zipping the portal down shut.

“Chris! We should have a password!” You suggest, jumping area to area in squeaks.

“Smart idea! Whatever should we make it?” He evaluated, copying,“Can’t make it my or your bday, that’s too easy...”

“How about my mom’s birthday? No one could know that!” 

How untroubled you are!,“Oooo! She wouldn’t like that, but it’s a great password! You get extra points for brutal honesty!”

“It’ll help her remember it too!” You came stationary, as he gave a rush of unexpected laughter,“You can do those cool things people do on the trampoline, right? The uh, you know when you do a rolly polly in the air?” You didn’t know the name for it.

“Oh! You mean this-“ Chris hops to the middle and warmed up his jumps to gradually get heavier before he set off upside down into the air and stuck the landing back on his feet.

“Woahhhhh!” You ensured you did not blink the entire time. It looked too amazing to be real!,“Again, again!”

So he does to your admiration, the second time being more captivating. You wanna learn how to do that!

“Look at this!” For now, it’s your turn to show Chris he wasn’t the only one with trampolining tricks. 

As you were about to showcase, however, he gave an unkind jump, screwing the balance of the trampoline’s gravity thus causing you to fall onto the fabric.

“Chriiiis...” you whine in your forced cross legged position.

“Sorry, sorry!” He laughed, helping you up,“Go on, inspire me.”

“Ahem.” let’s try this again. You jump enough power to do a successful back landing.

“Wow!” Chris cheers.

“Wait wait.” you point, jumping again, this time doing swivel hips transitioning into front landing.

“Way to go!” After he watched you do your thing, Chris does another free act of acrobatics, springing an idea to mind.

“Chris! Let’s play trampoline tag!” you mischievously smiled.

“Oh?” He had one of his own,“Bring it!”

“Kay!” You hold your finger to his chest,“Tag! You’re it!” 

You were about to turn around and start hopping when he lightly shoved you on your back,“Tag! You’re itt!”

Cue the chase!

Man this trampoline really was the best for a game of tag! You caught him a few times and slipped on multiple occasions; as of now, you were back to being tag!

It didn’t help that he had a larger mass than you, meaning every now and then, he’d raise a really forceful jump that’d send you flying on his landing, buying himself more time.

“Oof!”

“Hehe!”

A lot of times, both nibling and uncle had to use the walls of the safety net to redirect.

You can see he’s getting tired... You’re gaining on him... You’re gonna get him!

“Timeout!” He holds one hand horizontal on top of his other vertical hand, panting.

“Heyy! No fair, you can’t do that!” You scold him, beads of sweat falling from your face. He was right there!

“Can!...Never said anything about it!” He backed up in glee, sliding down near the zipper, keeping his hands rigid.

You humph,“What did...you need a break for anyway?” A seagull flew by.

“It’s drawing close to lunchtime-” He uses a hand to cover his yawning mouth, taking this to use your hand to tap him.

“Tag.”

“You got me.” His normal chuckle slightly hoarse from dehydration,“Seriously though, we should grab a bite and a drink. We’ve been out here for a wh-ile. You up for ordering pizza?” you couldn’t imagine a way for him to enliven you any more!

Anticipatory against your sore limbs boosts you to exit the trampoline. Goodness, the rewarding convenience reminds you of what the contestants must’ve felt every time their labour was worth it. Those teenagers...

You hope somewhere, wherever they were, they got to make the most of today like you were right now!

[cherry-queens-blog]

Werewolf Gyutaro

Here is part two of my fan fiction of full moon.

Warning: mentions of blood

Part one here: https://www.tumblr.com/cherry-queens-blog/740079653082021888/heres-my-werewolf-au-where-gyutaro-is-a-werewolf?source=share

FULL MOON PART 2

When tomorrow arrives, you get up early slipping on your hoodie and sweats since it was pretty cold outside. Grabbing your keys you head out, getting into your car while Gyutaro watches you from the window as you back out of the driveway and leave to go pick up the shackles and other things to lock him up with to keep him from hurting other people. You couldn't brush off the sick feeling in your stomach at the thought of what you have to do tonight all while hoping these things will be strong enough to hold him in the basement for these three nights. This situation was scary to be in since you don't have a clue how strong he really is when he turns, you only knew about how fast he was and the way he can tear into flesh like its paper but can he break through chains?. That was the real question that kept pumping into your head, setting off an adrenaline rush through your whole body, and it really didn't help that you knew nothing about werewolves, you just had to go off what you had seen in the woods that night, how aggressive and fast they can be, and from what Gyutaro said with having no control over himself when he turns just made it all so much more terrifying. Gyutaro was still looking out the window as you pulled up, watching you closely as you got out and grabbed everything out of the backseat while faintly grumbling to himself. As you walk in Gyutaro crosses his arms and looks away from the window as you shut the door and set the stuff down on the counter, picking up on your worry and sadness before letting out a slight sigh. A gloomy expression painted your face as he looks at you knowing you really didn't want to do this to him but it had to be done. Taking in a deep breath you grab the stuff and head towards the basement, hooking up everything and yanking on the chains just to make sure they were secure in the wall, while Gyutaro watches sitting on the stairs, letting out a slight growl of disapproval, not ready to be down here later in the day. Once everything seemed secure enough you grab the left over stuff and start walking towards the stairs passing Gyutaro on the way up before stopping.

"I'm sorry gyu" You muttered before leaving the basement. The sun starts to set in the sky and you were stuck doing your best to drag Gyutaro down into the basement as he whined, growled, fighting against you giving you one hell of a time getting him down there. "Gyutaro.. ngh!.. please can you... just... cooperate with me... ngh!... i know it sucks.. but please" You groaned pulling on him with all your strength you had. It took a good while to finally get him down stairs due to his fighting back and his strength outmatching yours. He didn't hit you or anything cause he does care about you, he just pulled back nearly pulling you to the ground non stop but you eventually got him down there, of course his fighting back didn't stop of course, grabbing your small hands tightly in his to make you let go of him only for you to wrap your arm around his neck and grabbing his shirt again with your other hand. It was a major workout but once you managed to get him down by making you both fall in the struggle in the basement, resulting in him landing on top of you which hurt a bit since he is bigger and weighs more then you do. You took it as an opportunity, wrapping your legs around his waist and keeping your arm firmly around his neck with a tight grip as he continued to struggle to get out of your hold on him. Grabbing the restraints as fast as you could, you manage to get the shackle around his neck, locking it around his neck as he growled non stop. Falling back while letting go of him, you gasped feeling a bit exhausted from all of that but Gyutaro didn't calm down much as he pulled on the chains trying to free himself.

"gyutaro... you said you would do this... stop struggling before you hurt yourself" You gasped out. You were tired and it was evident in your tone. Gyutaro stopped and looked at you letting out a sigh knowing he did tell you he would do this even if he did hate it entirely. "I know what I said Y/N but i still hate this shit" He growled before sitting down by you. "I know but it has to be done and you know that" You responded as the sun lowers further in the sky, getting up to leave only to look back at him. "you're not in the woods anymore and if i don't do this.... you might kill me and others" Your words had sunk in deep, hitting him hard with the thoughts rolling into his mind, these thoughts of killing you making him feel a good amount of self hatred as he watched you leave the basement. He had no intentions of hurting or even killing the one person he loved so deeply and he couldn't deny the fact that you were right, he could end up killing you and he wouldn't be able to forgive himself for it. He sat there thinking, letting your words replay over and over in his head, feeling bad that he had put you through a struggle all cause he didn't want this but your safety is what matters to him and you being away from him was the best option. The moon rises in the sky and you could hear Gyutaro starting to howl from the basement, being quite loud but you couldn't but think he probably was getting ready for his transformation and with that in mind you grab your book, shut off the lights and head towards your room to get ready for bed. Slipping into your nightgown you climb into bed turning off the lamp and pulling the blanket over yourself as Gyutaro continues to howl before letting out a yelp that turned into yelling as his transformation took hold. His teeth grew out into sharp canines, fur growing in from his flesh, his limbs elongating, as the struggle for control strings up his heart in a thread of solid rage, letting out a loud growl before going crazy, yanking at the chains.

The more he yanked against them one of the chains starts to come loose on the shackle before snapping, allowing him to be free from the restraints. You were startled in bed after hearing a loud crash coming from the basement, quickly sitting up in bed with your heart pounding rapidly in your chest. "Gyutaro?" you muttered with a shaky tone in your voice while watching the door, slowly getting up out of bed walking towards it cautiously, getting ready to open it to see what's going on only to be met with him bursting through it, pinning you down on the floor, screaming as he's snapping his teeth at you. Out of instinct you do your best to fight back against him, putting your arms up only for him to growl and latch onto your arm, biting down, teeth sinking into your flesh, screaming out in pain as tears flood your vision, blood dripping down from his painful bite. His growling soon turned to a whimpering whine, his eyes staring down at you with harsh regret like he knew what he had just done. Releasing your arm, he backs away from you while anger boils his blood, poisoning his mind with such regret and self hatred that drove him crazy, backing into a wall only to slam himself against it, busting a hole through it only to do it again, hurting his shoulder in the process as you laid there watching with wet eyes as he continued to hurt himself, losing his temper completely for hurting you. "GYUTARO STOP!" You cried out while getting up and going to him, to help sooth his emotions, to calm him, but before you could he slams himself one last time only for his head to make contact causing him whimper and drop to the ground, whining as his breathing remained heavy as you get down to him, placing your hand on his shoulder. Though your arm still hurt badly you just couldn't care enough about it right now, you were more worried about him than yourself.

Running your hand over his arm, petting him gently as he stared off, drowning in his fight for control and the fact he had just hurt you, the way he really just hurt you out of the rage that had swallowed him whole. Slow moving his eyes to look at you, seeing your face. Oh how beautiful you were to him, how much you cared for him too, and he just, caused you harm, caused you pain, took from you, he didn't deserve you, he didn't deserve anything you had done for him either, he doesn't deserve the affection your giving him, he needs to leave you so your safe from him, so he can't do more damage than he's already done. With those thoughts flooding his mind he snaps, pushing you away from him before rushing off, making his escape through the window, running off into the night.

"NO GYUTARO!!!" You jumps up running to the window, looking out only to see he was already long gone. With tears soaking your face you turn around, rushing out of the room not bothering to get dressed, just grabbing your keys and a flashlight before running out to the car and hopping inside, starting up the engine and pulling out of the driveway quickly. Putting your foot down on the gas, speeding down the road knowing exactly where he's going and you're going to find him one way or another no matter how long it takes you, your not giving up on him. Pulling up to the old camp site where you lost your friends, you shut off the car, jumping out and running into the woods following the markers you left a week ago to find that cave in hopes he will be there and you can bring him back. Coming up to the cave you couldn't help but pray he was there as you ran as fast as you could using the flashlight for light to see, running as fast as you could through the trees. "please be there god damn it" You muttered to yourself as you got closer to the entrance, out of breath, you start slowing down a bit as your lungs burned. You get to the entrance only to find nothing inside except for the cold damp walls, your heart shattering like it was glass. You look out through the entrance using what breath you could breath in to scream out for him. "GYUTARO!!!!" You screamed out as loud as you possibly could, your voice echoing through the cave and the trees, gasping heavily in pain, and cold.

Falling onto your knees, lowering your head as you cried, begging to whatever god was listening to your faint prayers that were spoken inside your head to bring him back to you, knowing he needed you more than anything. Moving over, you lean against the cold wet wall feeling tired, overwhelmed, and hurt. You rip off a piece of of your nightgown and start wrapping it around your wounded arm, before closing your eyes to drift off to sleep in the freezing cold. After a few you had heard something by the entrance that sounded like rocks falling with the sound of footsteps approaching. Your eyes slowly start to open a tiny bit when you felt a wet nose push against against your hand a bit before laying it's head in your lap and letting out a slight whine, making your eyes shoot open to see Gyutaro laying his head on you. He was still a bit hurt from earlier from slamming himself against the wall as hard as he could out of rage for hurting you. Tears started forming again as you start to pet him "please come back... please... come back gyu" You whimpered, begging him as your lip quivered, getting choked up as you spoke to him only to get no response, he just kept his head and his claws on your lap taking in deep breaths before closing his eyes. You were the only person who could tame him, be this close to him, make him feel calm and not want to lash out. Your calming presence was enough to flood out his aggression, washing it away like a tidal wave, helping him find some control within himself that he wanted and craved so badly. Though it was still dangerous for you and he knew that which is why he always ran, wanted you to stay away from him, yet he finds you here, waiting for him, wanting him to come back. He couldn't understand why you came for him, especially after the pain he's caused you, taking your friends, attacking you, why would you come back?. It was a lot for you too since your not like him, you're not someone who turns into this raging beast every full moon, losing all control over yourself, slaughtering everything that crosses your path. Little did you know, you were everything he craved, everything he wants. To feel calm, to have peace instead of rage, to have that self control you had. That's all he wants and you had it, you were his peace that could sooth that fury and madness he struggled against, you were his calmness he craved to feel for so long and now he has it, he has you to give him that.

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Can we Be Lonely Together Ch. 5 2/2

A Homelander x Stalker! Reader fanfic

R18+ smut, bruise kink, urolagnia, gore mention, cannibalism mention, twilight mention.

Author's note sorry for cutting this in half it was too long, found the read more option tho, thanks for reading prev. chapters in my blog just look at the #my fic tag

Chapter 5

I Have no Self-Control

Cont.--

Alternating between conscious and half-conscious, your mind shutting down as he pressed deep, your whimpers and moans gnawed at your throat raw, when had you ever cum this hard…? this much before!? When have you ever felt such speed rubbing on your loins? His movements were sloppy and downright amateurish but who cared when there was no military grade toy that could compare to the speed of his fingers, and you most certainly weren’t going to try fucking A-Train to do a side-to-side comparison… assuming you survived this trial first.

Both of him taking turns, becoming easier to tell who was who without taking a peak at his internal dialogue, the closer the clock reached morning you might've become an expert.

John…wanted you closer, wanted to dominate you, wanted to make you whimper as he thrusted into you, as he bit and lefts bruises all over your shoulders, he wanted you to think of him for weeks as you writhed in pain from bruises and scars, to remember him as he bit into your neck sucking on your blood, he wanted to be the only one in your mind, and to wash away the ex that branded you before he even had the chance, he wanted to let you believe he relinquished control as he let you straddle him, plunging yourself into him but you knew this was all false bravado for the next time, John would crave your control. John strength pulled you into whatever position he wanted, kept you up to the speed he desired, you just had to keep holding him, saying his name in between your lascivious gasping.

Homelander… wanted your softness, wanted you to cuddle him and speak sweet everythings and nothings, he liked it when your hand pulled him by the neck, he liked it when you looked him straight in the eyes begging for another kiss, when your arms cradle him tenderly as he moved slowly, making sure he reached the deepest into you, letting you squeeze him, the feeling of your legs around his hips begging him to stay there. Overjoyed when you switched it on him and it was his ankles wrapped behind you, you kissed and held him, you kept him close to your bosom, holding his hand and bruising your lips with his.

Your body a wreck covered in sweat, filled with cum, he had pumped senselessly filling you, swelling and feeling the pressure after every one of his rounds, Homelander stamina a weapon in its own right– now use to make you cringe from the sounds of your body, as his cum frothed from so much friction, squelching and spilling, he stopped now and then to admire his work watching you quiver and bite your tongue as your body spasms under his touch, chuckling as he scoops every drop… pushing it back inside. 

Both came until there was nothing else but something hot that didn’t belong inside you, but you moaned into his ears wrapping your whole body on him trusting your head back, he felt you squeeze every drop, panting madly as he released, guess this was the best orgasm of the night for you had no idea what was wrong with you, you just wanted to cum, wanted him to cum and be pleased with you… your voice so hoarse resembling some creature as you whined.

As he filled you with wet gold, parting from your embrace as he took himself out, his eyes extremely awake as he pushed your stomach down watching you gasp, and moan at your own vulgarity, your hands trying to stop him but even he could tell you didn't truly mind, Homelander enjoyed your trembling smile as he held you again.

“John…” You cried– Homelander… stay here… stay here until I wake up.”

He felt flat against your body, panting into your ear, his arms wrapping against anything they could find, feeling the warm patch growing cold but too exhausted to complain.

Homelander kissed you softly in between bouts of consciousness, as he began to drift into his sleep.

Falling into you, tugging you away from the mess towards the edge of the bed.

“You were talking to us both… always… weren’t you? Ever since that first night… you”

Nodding sheepishly, my mind focused on the task ahead, I could barely paid attention to your mumbling.

I looked up, lifting corpse number 2’s arm, groaning at the burning pain building on my lower back as my foot pressed on the joint cracking it like chicken bones, spinning it to loosen.

“I could throw it in the middle of the atlantic if you asked!”

“My Supe friend has a fully booked table” I take the large dagger, slicing with ease meeting no resistance from the loose joint– this is course five and seven for the evening”

“Great! I wasn’t dating Edward Cullen! I was fucking Hannibal lecter!!” Homelander shouted sounding more exasperated than repulsed– God fucking dammit! For fuck’s sakes they’re one of the Seven!”

“I know. You got any idea how much money people are willing to pay to taste Supe meat? How much more money they will pay to taste one of the Seven!?” Looking up to find you taking a step back resting on the couch– why am I not surprised that your CW’s Carlisle Cullen looking ass read Twilight… so... Team Jacob or Edward?”

“Alice. People want to…?”

“Homelander how can you homophobic and like team Alice!?” I wish I could laugh to ease your stomach– peeps wanna fry, boil, mash and stir-fry supe’s. I don’t eat them… My friend Dolores helps me here and there to get rid of the evidence. I get a cut but I’m not a cannibal.”

“ First of: I'm not homophobic! am the most pro- lgbt person you ever met! I just didn't think its right fit for Maeve, and I fucked guys so I don't know wha--

"Geez. I was joking..." so defensive at times.

You slided closer, watching me work with furrowed brows.

"Eating one of your own kind.” I’m glad you still aren’t satisfied with my story, wanting to hear the worst part before melting my face– you!”

“You killed Kent! something ‘bout not liking me spending so much of my free time with a married man. So why shouldn’t I kill your actual side piece!!?”

“You did this out of jealousy?”

“I wanted to build a family with you! That's why I did all of it!! I thought I could tolerate your incapacity to keep it in your pants, but you had to double dip!”

I plunged my knife back into the torso.

“You think… it mattered at all?” There it was that unusual softness of your-- you... you think it mattered?

“You either help me butcher this cunt, or shut up and eat your snickerdoodle and tea, Homelander.”

The sun had barely touched my face before I hopped out of bed, each leg trembling at different speeds, covering my mouth as to not whine or cry, based on your brain waves you were in the middle of the N3 stage just from the lack of dreaming, not that you needed much sleep three hours usually sufficed– anything more and it would be an indulgence I’ve come to notice, heading into the living room feeling more exposed than a nudist.

Finding your bathroom behind the american flag, I could be certain this had been another room, you simply had it remade for this, here layed the most white marble, brass and gold I’ve seen in my life. An ostentatious bathtub that could probably fit three people sat right by the floor to ceiling window, under your obnoxious rainfall shower, I took your towels and began to fill the bathtub trying to avoid catching my reflection.

Your bathroom cabinets must’ve been feature on some girlie’s organizing tiktoks, each cabinet excruciatingly and delightfully organized, clearly restocked not long ago, everything straight and brand new, even a section for different flavored mouthwash– seemingly peach and coconut being a favorite of yours. 

I took your toothbrush worn almost down to the stub, tasting like spearmint, to brust my teeth ignoring your face on the toothpaste tube.

snooping over your counter I could see how your skin care routine was the unholy child between Cassie Howard and Patrick Bateman, and if I had to guess why you had a mini car polisher in your drawer? Is that you really want that deep cleanse… or this is the only way to make this 200 dollar serum work in your super skin.

Once I’m done with my teeth, keeping track of your mind dreaming of swiss alps in autumn, I head outside.

I find my bag near the couch, and your phone by a hall table.

This was easier than in the movies– all I’d done was send you a link, click, download, erase the message. By the time it’ll finish downloading I would have access to everything you type, your cameras and mics.

Soon I could keep an eye on you even when you weren’t in the same building as me. Now I needed Ashley and Kevin’s phone in case you were near them, I would work around it by the time I made it home. Heading back to the bathroom not looking forward to bathing, my body wincing and creaking for a reverie.

“You look like you've been in a car accident” Your hair defies gravity, my hand immediately snapping your disheveled self.

“You look like you been drinking too much tequila” 

“Delete that!”

“But you look so cute.” Begrudgingly I obey– just washing away some of the evidence… you don’t want them to find half a quart of your spunk inside, right?”

“What is it that you want?” You got closer to me admiring hand shaped bruises on my thighs– money? fame? something more…?”

It was conflciting for you both, to see all these marks, you didn't want to break good things, but the thought of everybody seeing those handprints on my ass, the way you wrote your name on me, knowing that for weeks to come I would only think of you whenever I saw myself naked, made you happy.

“Wish I could loathe you enough so I could ask for such innocuous things” I took your hand to plant short kisses on your palm– your time. I want your time.”

“I’m a busy busy man.”

“Should I call your assistance and schedule a meeting?”

“I think I can fit you in my schedule. I’ll kill you once I am bored of you, of course”

“Aren’t you romantic, mi sol.” I can’t help kissing you– altho I gotta call in sick… I do feel like I’ve been in an accident”

You stood frozen in that spot not even following my steps, whatever argument you were having in there. I was too sore to care. I rather follow sleepy strangers, my body itching and burning, gasping in pain as the hot water touches my body takes a minute to feel comfort again.

“You're not gonna join, mi sol?” there it was. A flutter in your heart and twitching at the corner of your lips blinking yourself back to normal, taking careful steps towards the bathtub– want me to wash your back?”

We shared a domestic moment, lathering your back, you were quite unsure if you could enjoy yourself too much, a nervous titter and your sight on my reflection, time failed to matter as we just sat together in the hot water, you lasering the water once to keep it hot.

We just needed some wine and candles.

You "asked" me to stay in your home as an explanation for the stains on your mattress, cooped inside your home I ignore the cleaning lady, entering your home made her want to shit her pants, she cleaned and re-stocked your mini bar, wrapping your bedsheets in a rubbish bag, the short asian woman simply left a neatly folded set of Vought sweats on your bed pointing at me as if I was just another call girl, an hour later there was a cleaning crew picking up your mattress replacing it with something new and spongy, and getting you a new window.

Been left alone in your home, I had a field day to explore everything about you.

Your upper floor nothing but empty rooms on one side and your library on the other, I could get lost in this room where you had a wall torn down into the neighboring bedroom to expand.

A walk-in closet and master bathroom, past the statues and dinosaur bones… I found my white whale, your clothes were minimal, just a couple sets of your suits, gloves, capes and boots, yet digging into your bare cabinets I could still find something… at least I had socks and underwear… your selection revealing far too many jockstraps and plain black briefs sadly but I still enjoyed myself stuffing my pocket with a thing or two you wouldn’t miss.

By late afternoon you came to pick me up, you had no idea I had stolen even that candy wrapper that seemed extremely out of place.

You flew me to my building’s roof, leaving me shivering from the cold.

“Don’t miss work tomorrow.”

“Don’t have enough sick leave for that…”

You kissed me, and I returned to my old ways the moment you flew away.

From then on, I began our routine

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Shopping Cart

Pairings: Platonic!Jungkook & Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 2237

Genre: Fluff/Crack/Total shenanigans.

Warnings: None? Just a bunch of dinalings trying to cook and go shopping.

A/N: This is from an old blog of mine so if you have seen it before, I promise I didn't steal it lol.

“Hey, why don’t you try and not burn down my apartment!”  You call out to Jungkook from the living room, seeing a little too much steam for your liking.

“Oh, relax.  A bit of steam isn’t going to do anything.  Besides, this ox bone soup broth has been boiling for hours already.”  Jungkook replies while stirring the broth.  “It’s almost done.”

“Wait, it’s almost done?”  Jimin overhears the conversation as he walks out of the nearby bathroom.

“Yeah, why?”  Jungkook answers.

“It’s just…..you didn’t put any onions or garlic in it yet.”  

“Oh…..yeah, you’re right.”  Jungkook stops stirring the pot of broth and stares at it for a moment.  “I may have forgotten to bring some.”

“What?!?”  You and Jimin exclaim simultaneously.

“I’m sorry!  I didn’t realize until you said something just now!”  

“Jungkook, that broth will be as bland as water without them.”  You say hesitantly.

“I know…..”  Jungkook looks down at the dark grey tile flooring.  “The pot has been boiling for hours though.  If this doesn’t work, then we will have no dinner.”

Jimin dramatically clutches his stomach and doubles over.  “Must…..have….food….going…..to…..starve….”  

“Look at that, Jungkook.  You’re going to kill him.”  You point over to the sudden acting expert as he now is on his knees.

“Oh, shut up, you guys.”  Jungkook rolls his eyes.

He begins opening and rummaging through every cupboard of food that he can find, each one a mystery as it’s not his home.  Two are nothing but salty and sweet snacks piled so tightly that one wrong move certainly would topple everything over and make a waterfall of snacks tumbling out onto the floor.  One is half filled with various seasonings, the other half contains paper plates and plastic silverware for the days the dishes seem too overwhelming.  The last few he searched had nothing but different cereals, mugs, ceramic plates, and a strange amount of mints.  His next move is to check your fridge.  Assorted fruits and vegetables filled the bottom two drawers, his favorite banana milk and some juice found home on the side shelving, and to his dismay, the main shelving had some stuff that would not help and some stuff that would take far too long after already waiting for hours.

“That’s it.”  Jungkook closes the refrigerator door.  “We’re going on a food run.”

“A food run?”  Jimin says, now standing.

“Yes.  You know, a trip to the grocery store?”  He raises his eyebrow in amusement.  

“And by we, you mean….”  You trail off your sentence.

“I mean all of us.  The three of us.  You, Jimin, and me.  The three musketeers are going on a humble adventure with the goal to fill our grumbling stomachs.”  Jungkook’s arms are stretched out, acting out something unknown to you or Jimin.

You and Jimin glance at each other, both confused by his antics.  

“Great.  Just what we wanted to do tonight.”  Jimin groans.

“Yes, trust me, it’s the last thing I wanted to do.  I thought I would be eating my body weight in ox bone soup by now.  But alas!  Our treasure awaits!”  Jungkook jumps and kicks his legs together in the air before heading over to the hanging key rack adjacent to the front door.  “Jimin,”  He tosses the keys to his car to him.  Luckily, he catches them.  “you’re driving.”

“Ah, man, do I have to?”  Jimin whines.

“You were complaining the most and put on the performance of your life so yeah, you get to guide our chariot.”  Jungkook laughs at Jimin’s pinched expression.

“Alright, coats and hats everyone!”  You appear again seemingly out of nowhere, already dressed in a brown fur-lined peacoat and a matching brown hat, sporting a white pom pom at the top.

“What if I want to freeze?”  Jungkook jokes.

You say nothing but send him an ominous glare.  Your intention was clear and effective.  Jungkook says nothing more and puts on his own winter gear for the trip.  

“Does everyone have their wallets?”  Jungkook asks.

“Wallets?  You mean, you’re not paying for everything we pick up?”  Jimin instigates.

“Shut up.  Let’s go.”  Jungkook playfully shoves Jimin as he opens the door.  

After a ten minute drive of Jimin doing his best not to crash the car while Jungkook repeatedly flicks his ear, the trio arrive at one of the more healthy and organic choices of grocery stores, appropriately named “Greens Market”.  Due to the fact that it is currently late in the evening, Jimin has an easy time snagging a parking spot close to the front entrance.  

“Alright, let’s get this over with.”  You say while unbuckling your fastened seat belt.

“Right-o.”  Jimin adds.

“Alright so first let’s—”  Jungkook stops walking forward, having already reached several feet ahead from his friends.  “Did you seriously just slip on the ice?  You took one step!  Gravity is not your friend.”

Jungkook stays where he is and laughs to himself as he watches Jimin lift you off of the frozen asphalt that met with your bottom.

“Shut up, Jungkook.”  You snap back.

“Sorry.”  He says, fighting back laughter.  “You alright?”

“Yeah, no thanks to you.”

“She told you, Jungkook.”  Jimin chuckles, lifting you the rest of the way up.

Jungkook, Jimin, and you go inside Greens Market, ready to find ingredients for the next meal attempt.

“Okay, so as I was saying before clutz-o over there decided to get comfy on the ground,”  Jungkook points his way towards you, being met with you sticking out your tongue at him.  “We need garlic, green onions, soy sauce, and brown sugar.  I want to try a beef dish because beef is the only remotely helpful thing I found in the fridge.”

“Alright…and…..done!”  Jimin exclaims, having put a digital list within the notes of his cellphone.

“Okay.  The brown sugar is closest to where we’re standing, so let’s grab that first.”  

“Aye aye, Captain!”  You salute Jungkook, earning an eye roll.

Not wanting to risk any more childish behavior by his friends, Jungkook swiftly turns away from the pair to retrieve a shopping cart large enough to hold everything they need.  He easily spots an efficient looking bright red cart among a neat line of smaller ones.  This one sports a large basket and a metal tray underneath, prepared for any unplanned items.  However, distracted by the fact that he found the perfect cart and mapping out the aisle with the brown sugar in his head, he fails to notice that there is an unsuspecting man standing to his right.  The poor man is casually looking over the variety of gum options when Jungkook rams the back of his ankles with his cart.

“Watch where you’re going, punk!”  The man bellowed, clearly now in an unpleasant mood.  

“I’m so sorry, sir!  I will pay more attention!”  Jungkook bowed lightly, embarrassed by his actions.  “So sorry!”  He repeats.

Seeming unsatisfied by Jungkook’s apology, the unknown man scoffs before walking away into the opposite direction.

“Jeez.  You said you were sorry and didn’t mean it!  He must have already been having a crappy day before your hurricane-self came along.”  You announced.  

“Yeah, I guess.”  Jungkook says quietly, still feeling guilty.  “Anyways, the brown sugar.”

The group finds the bags of brown sugar easily after this, opting for the smallest size, unsure if they’ll use it any time soon for a different meal.  The next stop for the squad is the produce aisle, home to the green onions and garlic cloves.  Besides them and one woman, the aisle is empty of customers.  Jungkook silently thanks the universe for this, feeling stressed about the chance of upsetting someone else in such a way.  This woman is carrying a black cloth shoppers bag adorned with gold vines on the bottom two corners, slightly overflowing with what appears to be cabbage heads and long carrots.

“Hey!”  Jimin yells to you, although you are standing only a foot away from him.  “Look at her bag!  I have the same one!”  He excitedly slaps your arm to catch your attention, as if his obnoxious voice wasn’t enough.

“Jimin!  Calm down, I’m right next to you.  You don’t have to scream for the entire store to hear!”

Your eyes draw over to the woman as you silently mouth the words ‘I’m sorry’ to her.  She gives you a small and shy-like smile before clutching her bag closer to her body and exiting the aisle.  

“God, Jimin, you’re so embarrassing!  Can’t take you anywhere.”

“What??  It’s not my fault!  It’s true, I have the same bag that she did!!”  Jimin defends himself, staring at you with wide, unaware eyes.

“Jimin, you really are like trying to take an untrained golden retriever outside.”  Jungkook teases, carefully choosing a few cloves of garlic to join the green onions he had already picked out during Jimin’s outburst.  “Alright, all that’s left is the soy sauce.  Think you can handle that?”

Jimin’s eyes roll at Jungkook’s shit eating grin as he follows closely behind him, being directed to the corresponding aisle.  On the way to the soy sauce, you spot a shelf with different flavors of instant noodles, hearing them call out your name, begging to be taken home.  You begin to think about the odds of Jungkook successfully completing this second attempt and decide to reach for a box of spicy shrimp flavored noodles.

“Ah!  No!”  Jungkook scolds, swatting your hand away from the box.  

“What?”  You question, hand retracting back.  

“Absolutely not.  I won’t mess up this one, I swear.”

You stare at him silently with your head tilted and brows furrowed.

“Come on, have some faith in me, guys!”  Jungkook adds.

Jimin glances your way, a smile creeping up on his face.  Jungkook notices and rolls his eyes for the hundredth time since the three of you stepped foot into the building.  Ignoring the not so subtle sound of you two giggling like school girls, he pushes the cart forward until he ends up in front of the soy sauce.  

“Annndddddd done!”  Jimin says as he places the bottle on top of their growing pile of groceries within the cart.  “Let’s go home so Jungkook can redeem himself and maybe we won’t starve tonight.”

“Very funny, Jimin.  Let’s go.”  Jungkook scowls.

Occupied by the intrusive thoughts of actually leaving Jimin out of his and your dinner plans, Jungkook once again turns the cart a smidge too quickly without looking in front of him, causing him to crash into another person yet again.  He starts to stammer out a second apology but stops when a feeling of horror washes over him.  Standing in front of him with a mean look on his face is none other than the same man whose ankles had previously taken a beating from the cart.  

“Are you serious?!?  How stupid can you be, kid?!?  Open your eyes, idiot!”  The man thundered.

“Hey, he said he was sorry!  It was an accident, we really are sorry for being so foolish!  We’ll leave you alone, we’re done with our shopping now anyways.”  Jimin chimes in to defend his friend from the man’s harsh words.

“Good!  Idiots like you shouldn’t be allowed in here!!”

“Excuse me!  Sir, my friends may be idiots sometimes, but they are my idiots!  I won’t just stand here quiet while you berate them even after they both apologized multiple times!  I hope you learn to not be so cruel to strangers!  Come on guys, we’re leaving!”  You grab Jimin’s hand and tell Jungkook to follow you to the checkout counter.  Glancing behind you, you see the man cross his arms and huff before turning back to what he was looking at.

“Jungkook, are you okay?”  You question as he’s setting the groceries on the moving belt at the register.

“Yeah, I guess.  I’m just surprised that he acted like that.  But we’re done now, so let’s just go home and stuff our faces.”  He chuckles, trying to lighten the mood.  

“Right, I agree.  Let’s go!”  Jimin agrees while he hands the cashier his share of payment, then grabbing all of the bags, except for one, which he passes to Jungkook.

The short drive back to your apartment was a quiet one, everyone unsure of what conversations to have after the whole ordeal.  Any sounds heard were mostly from the car itself or the earthquake-like gurgling of Jimin’s empty stomach.

As soon as the trio enters the apartment, they all begin quickly shedding their heavy layers of clothing, the temperature difference from outside to the indoors being uncomfortably hot.  

“Alright, should we try this again now?”  You say, emptying the contents of the grocery bags onto the kitchen counter.  

“We?  I’m the one doing all the work!”  Jungkook jokes, earning a swat to the back of his head from you.  The sound of Jimin’s laughter from the living room couch as he scrolls on his phone leaks into the kitchen.

Hearing Jimin’s amusement from your swat, you decide to join him and sit next to him, putting your feet up onto the coffee table in front of you.  

“Let me know if you need any help, Kookie!”  You call out.

“I don’t want your help, the point of this attempt is for it to come out right.”  

Your eyes roll to contrast the large grin on your face.  “You know,”  You turn to Jimin.  “you guys really are my idiots.”

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗 - 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 - Lando Norris x Actress!Reader (Enemies to Lovers & Fake Dating AU) 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 - Lando Norris really messed up on the first time meeting one of Hollywood’s newest and hottest stars, Y/N L/N. But when his reputation gets too bad, she might be the only one who can save his career from being completely doomed. 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 - 3.3K | 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - Mentions of sex, swearing, alcohol and ANGST 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 - Found some strength between the most tiring week of my life just to update this for you. Also, in advance, I'm sorry for breaking your heart with this one...

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𝐒𝐈𝐗 - 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇

“Get off me, you muppet!”, Y/N shouted between giggles, as Lando sprinkled kisses all over her skin. They were lying under the covers, with his body settled between her legs. She held him closer with her hands securing his waist closer to her, and he wasn’t planning on leaving any soon.

“You're not going anywhere, muppet”, he pressed her down the mattress, his body thrown over hers, as his kisses got dangerously close to her mouth. And when they finally met, he made sure to give her a kiss that easily took her breath away.

“I need to shower. I’m literally leaking out of every hole in my body”, she whined, making Lando open a smirk.

“Yeah, you are”, he said, remembering every dirty thing they did that morning. Now he was fully in laughing mode, letting out that beautiful giggle that Lando has, filling the room with all of his happiness.

“Shut up, you're so embarrassing”, Y/N blushed at his words, making his heart warm up in his chest. Every tiny cute action she did has that kind of effect on him. Lately, Lando found it more and more endearing to see her like this around him, and it definitely didn’t help his crush at all.

“Aww, are you blushing?”, he went down for a few more kisses, making her blush even more. “You're so cute!”

Their entire morning was spent like that; just the two of them having a moment alone without any bother in the world. Earlier that day, Lando woke up with Y/N still asleep over him. After sex last night, she didn't even bother to put on some clothes and just curled up on his body, already addicted to how good his skin feels against hers. And this morning, seeing her looking beautifully hot all over him made Lando immediately hard. So hard to the point where she woke up just to feel him come alive under her.

“Good morning”, she looked up at him and pressed a kiss to his jaw, making him smile tenderly at her. Even though he’s too horny, Lando can’t help but feel endeared at the sight of her. “Someone's already a tiny bit excited”.

“Well, I can’t help it if I have the most gorgeous woman in the world lying naked all over me”, he shrugged. His comment earned him a full kiss on the lips. Seeing how eager he already was also turned Y/N on.

“Do you want me to help you out?”, her hands darted down his belly, getting dangerously close to his dick.

“I want to eat you out”, he smirked, making her almost drip from how wet she instantly got.

“Since you asked so nicely”, she giggled as he flipped her around.

And that's how they spent their entire morning, with lazy and soft sex, just feeling the lightweight mood embrace the ambience. None of them wanted to get up. If they could, they would stay at that moment forever. And lately, times like this have been common for the two of them. Since Lando came to terms with his feelings for her, and  vowed he would do anything in his power to make her trust him, their relationship improved a lot.

Every time he would come to her house, he would bring her flowers. And whenever he could – sometimes even when he couldn’t – he would text her to see if she wanted to hang out, especially when their team didn't prepare a public outing for them. Then in their conversations, Lando started to get more vulnerable with her, showing that he trusted her, and that she could trust him if she wanted to. And with time, it worked. Y/N was more vulnerable around him, slowly letting go off the banter and finding it extremely comfortable to be with Lando. The banter and the mood swings didn't exist anymore. Now they just had a good time together, with deep conversations, laughs, cuddles and a lot of kisses.

Like a real ass couple, even behind closed doors. And damn it, it was scary.

As Y/N felt her heart soften up for Lando, she would also feel it aching as she remembered everything they went through before. Every word filled with hatred and every time he mistreated her. Then after a nice dinner or some hang out with him, she would come home and cry her eyes out. She was falling in love with him, but she didn't want to.

So with every evolution they had on their relationship, Y/N would take two steps back to protect her heart. But she just couldn't let go of the intimate moments with him, wanting more and more of them every day. Lando had that power over her body that made her crawl back to him every damn time. It was almost like an addiction that was hard to give up.

“I really need to get up. I'm starving”, she pouted, letting her fingers wander through his curls. Lando stared softly down at her, trying to enjoy that moment for as long as he could. His eyes darting between her and her fingertips connecting the dots on his face. Y/N was the cutest girl in the world, in his opinion. And he didn’t know if this proximity would last, so he would try enjoying it as much as he could.

“You go ahead and get ready. Let me take you out to eat. We are in Italy, after all”, he asked, his eyes glancing softly down to her. “Put something nice to wear and you can choose, lunch or brunch”.

“Lunch is fine. I already had my breakfast”, she pecked his lips before getting out of bed. Lando laughed, throwing his back into the mattress. She makes him feel all bubbly on the inside every time. His day has been great so far.

Things have been amazing for them, but he knew that something was keeping her behind from trusting him. Lando was almost there, but he wasn't in the place he wanted to be. And even though it's been beyond good, he was frustrated that she still didn't trust him. He would literally bend over backwards to see her smile; and he could see that she liked being with him. If she didn't, she wasn't the type of person to do things she didn't like doing, like hanging out with him. So why wouldn't she trust him?

“A whole week in Italy and we spend the entire morning inside a fucking hotel room”, Y/N giggled when she got out of the bathroom, getting a peak of the city from the window. 

“Come on, but we were having fun”, Lando picked a towel for himself as he admired her fishing for a pretty dress in her bags. “And we still have plenty to enjoy until tomorrow”.

“Then, you better focus on winning”, Y/N winked at him, making him crack the biggest smile. God, Lando wanted to win for her. He wanted to cross the finish line and give her the biggest kiss. He wanted to hear her saying she was proud of him. Although even if he finished P20, she would still say she's proud of him. She’s his biggest supporter, from no point days to podiums.

He passed by her and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, making her melt with his touch. “Beautiful”, he complimented before going into the shower to get ready for the day. And it was those tiny little moments that made her stomach bubble with emotions she didn’t want to have.

“He's going to be the death of me”, she mumbled to herself once she was alone. Her cheeks were burning up in adoration for him. 

Summer break had been so nice for them. Y/N had dragged Lando to California, where she would be spending a couple of weeks for work, and they had the best time in Los Angeles. Lando would show up on set with her, and then they’d hang out after she was done with the day. Not to mention that he loved seeing her doing her job, knowing how good of an actress she is. It had always been her following him around the world, and it was finally good to be there for her. But ever since the shooting ended and Formula 1 was back on, she started following him around the globe once again.

First it was Austria, when their team was surprised to see Y/N at a GP she wasn't even required to be at. Now they were in Monza, spending the entire week before the race enjoying Italy together. And so it went throughout the rest of the season. Y/N would only go home when she had work to do, making Lando tag along if he could. After all, it was just convenient that McLaren Technology Centre was very close to London, right? So while he had to stay in England, he would stay with her all the time.

“Are you ready? Everyone is already waiting for us at the club”, Lando peaked inside their hotel room, only to find Y/N standing in front of a mirror. She was wearing a beautiful leather mini dress that perfectly hugged her body, ready to enjoy the night out with him and all his friends in Brazil.

“Just a minute, I'm putting my lipstick on”, she turned back to the minor and Lando positioned himself behind her. He got her hair out of the way and pressed kisses to her neck, making every inch of her skin tingle.

“Might as well not put it on because I'll kiss it off”, he mumbled against her skin. “You look perfect”.

“So do you”, she turned around and fixed the collar of his button up. Lando felt the air being knocked out of his lungs as she looked at him through her lashes. God, she was so beautiful. “The Brazilian air has been really good on you”.

"I've been told that before", he smirked. “Now come on, I need to show you off to the world”.

As the season approached its end, Lando and Y/N became one of the most loved couples in the paddock. Brazil came to prove just that. The fans were loving to see the pictures of them enjoying São Paulo and its amazing nightlife together. In fact, when Lando posted a picture of them ready for the club, everybody went crazy.

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Little did everyone know that Brazil was a tricky time for both of them. That because, by now, it's been months since Lando started trying to make her open up to him. But it was getting frustrating to see that she still didn't trust him. And he did his best trying to ignore the voice in his head that says she would never love him back. So much that he downed three shots of tequila, even without liking alcohol that much, once they were at the club. He needed to let loose, and he would do whatever it takes.

Y/N noticed his actions on the corner of her eye. She had been drinking and dancing with Pietra, Max’s girlfriend, and her friends in the back, but her eyes always darted back to Lando, who seemed to be downing tequila as if it was water. Maybe he was trying to let loose before all of his compromises got to him. But when Lando’s speech started to get a bit messy and he started talking nonsense, she decided to intervene.

“Okay, love, I think it’s time for you to stop”, she removed the glass of whatever cocktail he was having from his hands and pulled him by the hand to get some water. Lando stiffened his body and whined.

“I don’t want to sober up, I’m fine just like this”, he said. “It turns off the noise in my head”.

“Lando, I know your head never stops, but this is not the way to shut it up”, she giggled, trying to play it cool, but he shrugged his arms off her grip.

“I wanna dance”, he stated, before putting his hand out for her to join him. But wanting him to stop with the act, Y/N stood in her place and crossed her arms. “You never want to do things with me! You don’t want to dance, you don’t want to be vulnerable with me. I’m fucking tired!”

“What the hell are you talking about? Has alcohol fried your brain?”, she frowned at his words, but Lando was already so out of himself to care. So he simply sat on the couch and started crying. Y/N immediately lowered herself to be closer to him and gently held his wrists, taking his hands off his face so they could talk. “What’s wrong, Lan?”

“This is seriously so fucked up”, he said. “You make me feel things I've never felt before. And I fucking hate it! I don't want to feel them”.

“What are you talking about?”, she frowned, now getting annoyed with his ramble.

“Why can’t you trust me? I thought we had gone through every issue we used to have and were now having a better relationship. So why can’t you open up to me? Why can’t you fucking love me too?”

“I’m not talking to you about this when you’re fucked up”, she stated, still in shock with the confession. Y/N searched for Max’s eyes across the room, who got the tip and immediately sent his girlfriend to call a taxi for them, while he approached his best friend.

“Okay, buddy. I think it’s time for you to go home”, Max helped Lando off the couch, and they slowly walked out of the club, Y/N right behind them with their things in hand. She paid for their bill while the boys stood outside waiting for a taxi.

“Will you be okay taking care of him yourself?”, Pietra asked, and Y/N opened a small smile at her.

“Of course, don’t worry about it. Just need to get his hard ass to sleep. And if we need a hospital or something, I’ll call you. After all, it’s your hometown”, the girls giggled together and Max settled Lando in the backseat of the taxi. Y/N quickly jumped inside as she mumbled a ‘thank you’ to the couple.

Lando sat far away from her in the car, and was very quiet as he glanced out the window. Y/N respected his silence, mostly because she didn’t want to talk about the subject he brought up earlier. But once they were in the hotel, he continued whining about them.

“I don’t know why you’re taking care of me when you don’t even care about me”, Lando dramatically said. He was sitting down in their hotel room bed as Y/N opened up his shirt, getting him ready to go to bed. Tomorrow would be a long day nursing his hangover. At least he had a full day before media day at the race.

“I care about you, Lando. More than you think I do”, she turned back to his suitcase, popping out some comfortable clothes for the night. 

“So why can’t you be mine?”, his voice came out lower, weaker, as if he was on the verge of breaking down. He had a sad pout on his face. “Because I can’t do this anymore. Pretending to be a couple, getting to know this brand-new side of you, and still not having you trusting me”.

“Don’t you realize it’s hard to open up to someone like you?”, she spat out, already too tired of his whining. “Lando, everything you did in the past two years was make sure I knew how hated I was by you. And now you think that just because we have sex regularly that I can just forget everything in the past? I can’t pretend you didn’t hurt me, you know”.

“I did everything to change that!”, he said. “I brought you flowers, took you out for dinners and pampered you with all the gifts in the world. I gave you everything my body could give and I tried to be there for you every time you needed me. I fucking love you, Y/N, with all my heart. And you still don’t trust me”.

“You never said you were sorry”.

Lando was speechless with her confession. Everything he had tried to make her change his mind about him was in vain, just because he forgot about the most important part of it all. Apologizing was a big part of the puzzle piece, and his dickhead mind forgot to do it.

“Do you know how hard it is to fall in love with someone you don’t want to be in love with?”, Y/N started with her side of the story. “Every time I felt my walls crumbling down, I would build them back up because it hurt me to see myself falling for someone who has mistreated me for the entire time we’ve known each other. And no flowers, dinner or sex will erase what you did to me”.

He wanted to punch himself in the face. It was too much for him; the alcohol, the confession, her looking at him as if he was the most disgusting thing in the world. So the tears started falling again.

“I care about you, Lando. I really do”, she said. “But I don’t think I can’t lie to you enough to say I trust you, because I don’t”.

“You said you’re in love with me”, he kept his voice low, ignoring the words she had just said. His drunk mind only heard the words he wanted to hear the most. “I know that you don’t trust me, but I need to know if you’re in love with me”.

“I think I am”, she admitted, making Lando pop out a smile, only to be torn down the very next second. “But I think we can’t do this. Us. This thing behind closed doors need to end”.

And as an act of selfishness, Lando proceeded to fuck up once again. “You can’t leave me. You’re still my girlfriend in contract”.

“This is why we’ll never work out, Norris. Because all you can do is care about yourself”, she zipped her bags and was quickly ready to leave. “I’ll find myself another room for tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow, since I’m still your girlfriend in contract”.

She was ready to be out the door, but Lando held her by the arm and made her turn around. He was a wreck, to say the least. His breath smelled like strong alcohol, and his eyes were puffy from crying. He was the image of heartbroken. And he still fucked up too much to not have anyone to take care of him.

“Please stay”, he pleaded, going back to crying. He never cries, but this was too important for him. “I need you. Please, don’t go. Not now, not tonight. Not like this”.

“I can’t stay, Lando. This will only break my heart more”, she admitted, now her own tears starting to form in her eyeline. “Please, go to sleep. I have to go”.

It was hard for him to let go, but Lando pulled her closer and pressed a kiss to her forehead, making the tears that were welling up in her eyes finally fall down. His lips were on her face for the longest time, and she had to be strong to collect her things and finally leave. The next second, Lando was all alone in his room, without having anyone to tuck him in bed, and knowing that everything that was happening is entirely his fault.

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OFFICER

PART 2

a lot of officers can’t get their way with you, but this one knows just how to get knuckle deep

wc: 3.2k (smut)

this heavily revolves around cnc. if that is not your thing, do not read this. i am no longer a fan of this work, but due to feedback from readers, it will stay up on my blog - spit, oral (r!receiving), bondage via handcuffs, underwear used as gag

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“you’re actually taking me to the police?” you sigh in the backseat, your handcuffs chiming every time you moved your arms. you can see her reflection in the rearview mirror, her eyes are sage and conflict.

honestly, it was about time you were caught. you had your fair share of shattering car windows and hotwiring, fuelled by the hightailing around suburban corners. anything to add a bit of buzz to the day. it’s not your fault, partially, it’s how you grew up.

and she was delicious.

superlative fingers that operated the steering wheel, ink that tunnelled up the arm and complimented the veins that submerged her knuckles. she must’ve observed you by the way she rolled her sleeve up slightly, unveiling brawny skin under the sturdy material of her shirt.

“my arms hurt..” you whine; as much as you liked the wintry stroke on your wrists from the cuffs, gotten used to them enough that they felt like home, the pins and needles outweighed it. “can you cuff my hands at the front or something? it’s pissing me off.”

but she’s focused, inanimate.

“you don’t talk?” you ask. because you want to hear her voice that told you to put your hands behind your back when your sorry ass was caught red-handed.

but the ambience is a little tense, no room for banter, and you just had that feeling that this was gonna be fun.

you exhale insolently, “i get it. professionalism n’that.” your head lowers when you try to stand and turn your body to unroll the window. “it’s hot in here.”

“sit down.” you hear her snarl, an echo in your ear that reminded you how hard it was to stand on both legs without nosediving the fucking floor. “okay.. damn..” you sigh, a little snappiness to you.

except you notice that she turns to go uphill instead of sticking to the main roads, the roads that lead to the station.

“where are we going?” your voice raised, and you felt your blood drain from your body when she gave you no response. “scuse me. where are w-“ you plummet back into your seat when the car judders, engine shuttling. you’re a little frozen, not sure what to do or say except look around at the saplings trees and darkness surrounding the car.

her door slams shut as she leaves the driver’s seat. you might feel a little relieved at first, until you feel the wintry air whip your arms as she opens yours.

she leans herself in towards you, and you want to make eye contact if it wasn’t for the breeding sensation of am i gonna fucking live to see tomorrow in your stomach. “what the fuck are you doing?” you ask out of impulse, inching away at the sudden intrusion of physical space.

but she smells good, you’ll give her that.

“turn around. your cuffs.” she states, and you feel instant relief. you’re about to thank her as you turn, only to yelp and repeatedly yell ‘ow! ow!’ when she tightens them instead. your elbows are tight and feel as though they’d snap under anymore pressure, and your wrists feel like steel.

you survey her expression, but what was customarily child’s play for you became not so easy. you couldn’t backchat, you couldn’t laugh, all you could do was gawk at how her eyes tyrannised you so effortlessly.

“be quiet. and then i’ll loosen them.” she sneers.

you feel hollow under her. “please, dude. my fucking elbows hurt so bad..” you whine, unable to move your arms. your shoulders feel stiff and the pins and needles have gone. or maybe they’re still there, you can’t tell. you’re about to ask her to loosen them again, until you see a subtle sadistic smirk curve her lips upwards. “you fuckhead. just you wait, i’m gonna write a complaint about you and get you fucking fired-“

her badge glints in the light, and you can briefly outline the shape of her breasts under how tight her shirt is. you inhale her scent, because you’re forced to with how close she is. her vindictive touch slithers into the roots of your hair, and you’re throttled forward, tugged grimly so your stomach is compressed against the seat - that etched arm holding your throat.

“i said quiet.” she grunts, and you feel like you could scream with the pressure on your elbows. your hands have gone cold with the numbness. her touch simmers with ascendancy, her fingers tight on your jaw. “i’ve heard all about the trouble you cause, you think you’re a smartass, huh?” her voice is dripping with malice.

and forget your elbows, your teeth might shatter under her iron grip.

and although this was remotely embarrassing being unable to fight back, head tilted upwards to look at her - you can’t help the breathy laugh you release. “i don’t know. took you guys long enou-“

she’s not tender on you, an agonising tingle on the side of your face when she slaps your cheek. it’s hard, and before you can even inhale back the air that she’s smited out of you, her fingers are clasped back onto your jaw and forcing eye contact.

her eyes are juniper, bleached with wrath. she’s thinking. you can tell by the way her eyes are slowly darting around your features.

“open.” she mutters.

your eyes widen for a second, and you’re reluctant, shaking your head. because you know what she’s about to do, and even though a part of you is sexually hankering for it.. it’s fucking wrong.

but you know she’ll slap you again. and your cheek is still tingling, forcing your eyes to slightly water.

“open.” she repeats, that same stare that’s starting to make your clit throb, so you open - very sluggishly, doe eyes that make you look exemplary in the twilight. “lay out your tongue. let me see it.”

you know you have no choice, and you’d much rather get this over and done with.

you slowly lay your tongue out - eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks, one slightly more cherry than the other. “fuck, look at you..” she whispers, kitten licking the tip. you memorise how her tongue feels against yours - silky yet so patronising. and in the politest of terms, one half of you wants to tell her to fuck herself yet another wants her neck-deep in the nerves necessary.

you try shuffling back when you see her adjust herself above you, but she’s authority in every aspect, and you watch as a line of spit drizzles on your tongue. “swallow. let me see you take it, smartass.” she commands, her grip on your jaw rigid.

and you swallow, savouring her saliva streamlining down your throat; drunken not only under the hypnosis of obeying her so blindly, but the pure taste of her entering your body. “that’s it. see how easy it is..” she murmurs, and you feel your cuffs slightly loosen. “if you just do as i say..”

her fingers glide up your ribcage, palms teasing against your breasts and only amplifying the sensitivity against your nipples when her fingers keep fucking gliding over them on your shirt - this was punishment, punishment that you started to crave, a punishment you didn’t realise you’d desired for so fucking long until it was happening. “just do as i say..” she whispers against your cheek, and you look down to your nipples becoming erect under her touch, sighing when your hips are instinctual to rub against her.

“fuck you.” you whine, turning a blind eye to her fingernails scraping themselves along your skin, your shirt hitching up. she villages herself between your legs, examining your bare breasts, her pupils dilating. “you’re a fucking pervert. a lesbian pervert.”

she ignores your comment, surprisingly. her breath fanning against your chest until you feel a warm stroke on your nipple, her tongue coating it enticingly. it was innate to grind against her thighs, supplementing the pool between your legs when a string of her saliva lands on your breast.

“tell me to stop.” she mutters as her eyes dart up to look at you. you sigh, and decide to stay silent. truth is, as wrong as it is, as fucking demoralising as it is, you want to play into this fantasy.

her smirk is sadistic against your skin, tongue entitled as it runs along your ribcage.

you feel the same slathering warmth on your thighs, crisp air eating at your legs as your jeans are trawled off. she’s artful with her mouth, letting it impulsively slurp at your hips. a part of you is disgusted, another part wants her tongue painting you selfishly.

as you try to regulate your breathing, twitching when her forefinger rouses up and down your clothed slit, her other hand grazes the outline of your lower lip. she wants you to take her fingers in your mouth, and you know she’ll hit you if you don’t do as she asks.

so you obey, opening up for them to slide into your mouth; you swallow the taste of her skin, blissful against your tongue.

“tell me to stop.” she whispers, scrutinising how your soaked underwater sinks in; the way she’d been avoiding your clit isn’t serving justice either (pun intended). but you stay silent, your lips wrapped around her fingers. you take her, like a good girl.

“not a smartass anymore, huh. you look pretty like this.”

“go fuck yourself.” you seethe, her gelled fingers leaving your mouth before a strike is administered to the same tormented side of your face, pleasure disguised as affliction. and your eyes are dopey, hair covering your face as you breathe through the pain.

the bleak air whirls against your folds when the thin material covering it is draped to the side, your leg hoisted onto her shoulder carefully. her sultry voice against them, breath sending goosebumps peppering on your inner thighs.

“do you want it?” and you exhale, because fuck, she was mincing you to submission - you hadn’t realised how truly malnourished you were until you’d gotten just a quick taste of what being caught felt like. “do you want my tongue on your clit?” her lips kissing delicately against your inner thighs, it feels like sedation.

you beg, you wanted it and more. your fingers want to just get a taste of what pinching her shoulders would feel like, what her hair would feel like between your fingers. “please take these off..” you whisper, back arching to alleviate the oppression on your wrists. but she’s nasty, her lower lip caught under her teeth in a sadistic smile.

“no.” she states, and lets her tongue trickle up your slit, and it’s anticipatory. her tongue tastes at your seduction, stopping below your clit, she’s teasing you.

you’re trying to roll your hips into her mouth, but she knows how to work you up, getting you sexually frustrated. she’s trying to discipline you, but it’s hard to discipline herself when your swollen clit is before her lips.

you watch as her tongue lays out, flicking insistingly on your sensitive bundle of nerves. you can’t repress the quivering against her shoulders when she conquers just the right spot; manipulating it under her wet muscle, violating it.

“sensitive, huh.” she hums with taunting, lips enshrouding your clit and sucking mercilessly - the sounds you produce are inhumane, unable to be repressed, and you’re grinding impotently against her face. “making a mess all over me..” she whispers.

she’s the lock to the key, the whetstone that blunts all your serrated edges; she knows she’s competing against your body, influential enough against every nerve that made you quiver the most, accelerating her assaults on your clit when she notices what parts make you react.

you feel her willowy fingers separate your folds, and you can hear the wetness, the moisture of her saliva mixed with your juices as your hole opens up. she’s still licking at your clit, slurping on it as if she’s dehydrated.

you twitch when you feel two fingers graze over your teased hole, before sliding in slowly. “fuck.” you sigh, your hips relentlessly shaking when they curl inside just right, just how she figures you like it. they’re masterful, pumping inside with ease.

she gave you no time to get used to her.

“oh fuck,” you cry, nerves collapsing. your head blossoming with pleasure, overdosing on it. “please, please, please, please.” you repeat mindlessly, breathlessly. and you feel it with every assault against that internal target, spongy bullseye threatening to erupt your impending orgasm.

it’s scorching. the cheek she had slapped twice earlier now feels piping hot, and you feel as if you’re levitating under her expertise. her spit intrusively sliding into your hole with her fingers, lips against your clit sloppily. “that’s it, just take it. take it.” she hums against your folds, nose prodding against your mound. and you nod, that orgasmic sneeze corkscrewing around your hips, and just as you’re about to spurt your cum into her mouth..

she stops.

“huh?” you whine, tears blinding your dopey eyes, because you feel that corkscrew fading into abyss - and it’s gone as quick as it came. it’s sadistic, and all you could describe was not only sexual frustration, but the blissful heat turning into hatred and agony.

but all of that hatred and agony fades when you hear the handcuffs click, your wrists freed. you took the punishment, and so here is your reward.

she’s knelt infront of you, her fingers almost apologetically grazing your aching wrists, bringing your palms to cup her cheeks. your skin feels decontaminated under hers, yet infected with vulgarity.

your seat sinks in as she advances towards you predatorily, keeping you adhesive against her when both of her palms plant against your thighs. you don’t resist, not that you want to, not that you even could.

but she’s gentle, imperial when she tilts her head, lips superior against yours. you feel too meek to move; her top lip wallowing against your bottom and initiating the rhythm between you. so you ease into it, you return it. you take it, like a good girl.

but you bite down malevolently on her bottom lip, hardware iron taste on your teeth as she recoiled. “fuck!” she shrieks, arm compressed against her mouth - a rufescent shade on her etched moth when she looks at it to see the damage.

but you cackle, a justified smile smeared on your face. you hadn’t considered for once that it was a bad move, only indulged in the metallic taste of victory when you swallow - but it spoils when you see how the blood paints her lip.

“you wanna bite now?” she hisses, and you’re pummelled face-first into the seat. that wasn’t a slap, it was more like a very unhappy backhand. your vision is a little cloudy, and you blink through the nausea. “thought we were getting somewhere.. you and i..” you hear her hazy murmur, her fingers ripping at your underwear patiently. “but it’s fine. if you wanna be difficult.”

you feel her yank you back up. your back against her chest, and you’d be able to scream if it wasn’t for her plugging your throat instantaneously with your underwear - and if only you could’ve gone back a few minutes, you’d know not to pull something so fucking stupid. you can taste the saltiness of your tears, a twinge in the back of your throat.

“try and bite now.” she asserts through your jagged breaths of indignity, you want her to know you’re sorry; that you’ve learnt your lesson, but she wants her last piece.

she doesn’t have anything to insert inside of you, but she’s resourceful, making do with her fingers. she forces your knees to part, your slick stringing between your thighs. she’s humiliating you, letting you feel suffocated as her fingers slide back into your loose hole.

you can’t speak, she’s imprisoned (pun intended again) your voice. so all you can do is whine and whimper, her fingers hammering into you regardless of your self-pity, an insistent mortification tearing into your cunt. “that’s it. take it.. just take it, let this be easy..”

she wishes she had a strap, a vibrator. just something, anything in this fucking car to make it worse for you.

it’s so humiliating that you can’t even make noise, tears gliding your cheeks of mahogany with such shame. she’s decimating you, quite literally, with lightning vibrations so excruciating that your legs can’t even escape the paralysis of being stiff under her. “just let go.. feel it..”

you can hear squelching as she finger-fucks you. but she slows, letting you slowly lay down - your ass up and spine curled how she wants it. you feel her other hand come slithering up your ribcage, pinching at your nipple.

she’ll ease her fingers out of you, before skimming back inside with more compassion, fingers curling just right against that spongy target.

and just like that, you’re too long gone to monitor the whimpering leaving your throat; your underwear is wet with drool, mouth watering with degradation. too much pouring out at once to comprehend what needed to be repressed and what didn’t. “mmp-fuc—mmmphh.” you repeat breathlessly, the impending orgasm she was negligent to earlier reanimating with every thrust inside your swollen pussy. it was vanilla, and then it was therapy, and then it was flourish in your stomach when the fingers teasing your nipple go down to rub at your clit.

you feel it threatening you, the urge to detonate so primitively inside, but you don’t have high hopes that she’ll let it.

“you wanna come, pretty girl?”

“mphh-please.”

“say you’re sorry.”

“no.” you shake your head.

“say. you’re. sorry.”

“no.” you exhale, but when she slows down, you feel the latchstring in your core fading. you clench around her, trying to hightail it back, but it’s her perfect weapon - only useful under her command.

“mmpph-‘m sor-mm..”

“you’re sorry?” she rocks into you slowly, the pleasure snowballing again. you feel her suddenly take your crumpled underwear out of your mouth, and your breath is messy, drool falling out onto her seat.

“yes. yes, i’m sorry.”

“you’re sorry for what, baby?” she asks bluntly, teasing tone in her voice as she mocks you. the mountain of rapture in your hips and clit amplifying; you can’t stop the pathological trembling of your legs, climax in your core.

“i’m sorry for biting you, officer.”

“and?”

you’re wailing unconsciously, twitching violently against her.

“for wasting your time, officer.”

your hole contracting around her fingers as she lets you come, lets you take your reward. it’ll poison you for a minute or so, dreamy against the seat as you lay stomach-flat; barbarity on your body when you can’t stabilise your jagged breath and the palpitations in your thighs. her hand caresses your back, so soft and contracting against the customary calloused touch you got used to.

“you want a ride home? give me your address.” you hear her ask, her voice a distant blur.

fuck the police.

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PART 2