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xzaddyzanakinx · 7 months

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Dear Diary

Emo!Anakin Skywalker x Femme reader Oneshot

Warnings: CNC, Dom/Sub, predator/prey, rape kink, unprotected PiV, misogyny, derogatory comments, knife, bondage, gagging, blood, whipping, spanking, spitting, slapping, biting, mask kink

Info: never leave your diary unattended, he loves you so much that he’ll do anything for you, don’t question why Anakin is so good at being scary (he’s straight up terrifying)

🕊DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT 🕊 This is DARK

“Hey, you know there’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about.” Anakin’s soft voice floated down to where your head rested in his lap on this sleepy Sunday afternoon.

“Mmm?” You hummed, tilting your head slightly to look up at his face.

You expected to see a soft expression to match the gentle tone of voice, but you were mistaken. His lip had a sneaky little curve to it, like he had a secret that he was dying to share. He reached his long arm over to the nightstand and opened the drawer. Fishing something out and holding it up for you to see.

Your diary. It wasn’t one of his secrets. It was yours.

You squealed in protest and shot up from your resting place much too fast. After being sedentary all day long your brain had a hard time remembering what it needed to do in a high-stakes situation. After the dizzy spell settled slightly you tried and failed to snatch that horrid little book away from him.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

You should’ve known better than to keep a written record of anything, let alone your darkest secrets, with Anakin around. That handsome little shit can’t keep his dirty little paws off of your or your stuff.

“Anakin please!” You pleaded, pouting out your bottom lip.

“Shhh baby.” He laughed, flipping through the pages. “I occasionally read a few pages… just to make sure you’re happy with me of course.”

Right. Of course he would do that.

“Cause sometimes you don’t like to talk about your feelings right?” He chided.

“Yeah.” You grumbled.

“And it seems like my sweet sweet girl had some dirty thoughts since the last time I checked this book.” A sickly saccharine smile materialized on his lips

“Anakin no!” You gasped, hiding your face in embarrassment.

“Bunny, yes!” He teasingly replied.

“Look, right here it is princess. About a month ago. I took you to that new horror movie remember?”

“Yes.” You squeaked.

Anakin nodded, clearing his throat as he ran his finger under the messy scribbles in your diary.

“You said: ‘that scene where he’s chasing her through the woods and caught her? Christ that growl was sinful, but coming from Anakin? I’d be a goner. Knife and all.’”

You blushed fiery red and snatched it from his hands, tossing it to the floor defiantly despite knowing the damage had already been done.

"Anakin that is none of your business!" You pouted.

"But it is now, isn't it?" He whispered, tracing circles on your throat with his thumb.

"It’s okay darlin’ I don’t need that silly little book. I’ve memorized the good parts.” He chuckled as he spotted it on the floor.

“What else did you say? 'I want him rough, maybe even have him wear a mask like in the movie.'” He grinned gripping your cheeks to puff out your lips and give you a playful kiss.

“So I said to myself: ‘Anakin, that sounds like a challenge.’ and you know I love a challenge.”

“Anakin! You weren’t supposed to see that!” You yelped. “That’s embarrassing!”

Anakin chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh no? I think I need to see this fantasy of yours come true."

He released your cheeks and stood up, rummaging through the closet until he found an old hockey mask that he'd worn during his youth.

"Stay here," he commanded before disappearing into the living room.

You sat and stewed in your embarrassment, thinking of all the ways you’d like to squeeze his tiny head until it popped off. How dare he? He read your diary! Ridiculous.

His voice called your name and you were snapped out of your emotional festering.

“C’mon. We got places to be.” Anakin grinned, the car keys in his hand and a small backpack slung over his shoulder.

“What?” You asked in confusion.

He wants to go somewhere now? After he’d just humiliated you in front of your entire collection of stuffed animals?

Anakin nodded, a devilish grin on his face. "We're going on an adventure, Bunny."

Oh. Oh no.

“You’re serious?” You gasped. “like right now?”

He tossed the backpack into the backseat of his Ford pickup truck and opened the passenger door for you, waiting for you to get in. He clicked his tongue like he was calling for a dog, patting your head to scoot you along.

"Come on, baby," he urged, leaning down to kiss your cheek. "Where we're going, no one can find us."

You blushed, but obeyed regardless. You trusted him with your life and depending on how this excursion went you might just end up putting that trust to the test.

“W-we don’t have to do this Ani.” You said quietly.

“I mean… I never even- I didn’t think you’d ever find out.”

Anakin's grin faded slightly, his eyes softening as he cupped your face. "Baby, it's okay. You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with," he reassured you.

"I want to make this happen for you. Plus, I think this will be fun." He added with a smirk, the sincerity in his voice reflected in the icy blue of his eyes.

He climbed into the driver's seat, starting the engine and pulling out of your driveway.

“Like you’re sure you wanna do this? Like you actually want to? Not just because you know I wanna try it?” You asked, picking at your fingers as you forced myself to make eye contact.

Anakin met your gaze, his eyes filled with an understanding for your concerns. "I want this as much as you do, Bunny," he promised.

"So let's go have some fun, shall we?" he asked, pulling out onto the highway.

You slipped your hand into his, the drive was only about 30 minutes. Even with the short distance it seemed like you were far, far away from anyone and anything. The afternoon sun was dwindling quickly over the horizon. It made you wonder if Anakin had done alittle research and a lot of planning before enacting this ambush on you.

“Look at me bunny.” Anakin said softly.

“Safe word is red okay? You say red and every thing stops immediately. Understand?”

“Yes.” You nodded giving him a little smile.

“Good.” He agreed with a kiss to your forehead. His eyes bright and sparkling with this new brand of adrenaline. “Here’s the plan.”

“Once we get out of this truck, you’re the pretty little victim and I’m the big scary killer.” He teased, though he held a serious tone behind the playful words.

“Is that okay? I won’t talk like myself, I’m gonna do my best to be mean and scary okay?”

“Yeah that’s okay,” You blushed at the thought.

“I want you to run. I’ll give you a pretty good head start. Don’t look behind you until you hit the tree line okay?” He grinned.

“Okay I can do that.” You giggled, the reality of your situation kicking in as you began to realize Anakin *had* done his research. He really did want to do this just as much as you did.

“I’ve got a mask.” He pulled out the hockey mask from his bag. “A rope, a knife, and a bandanna. Are these things okay? It’s a real knife, it’s one of the kitchen knives.”

“Yeah.” You nodded, biting your lip as you looked at him, already imagining him in character. “yeah that’s all okay.”

“Do you want me to cut you?” He asked, staring you in the eyes.

“M-maybe alittle.” You nodded, your expression turned serious again. “just not where anyone else can see okay?”

“Got it babydoll. I promise.” He said gently.

“Okay.” You smiled, nervous but so so excited.

“I’m gonna put my hair up.” You giggled. Tying your hair up in a ponytail.

Anakin watched you, a mix of excitement and protectiveness in his eyes. "You look so fucking hot," he muttered, his voice low and rough.

"Alright, princess," he said, his voice now deep and menacing. He grabbed the hockey mask, and held it in your direction to point at you.

"Get out of the truck and run as fast as you can. Don't look back until you reach the tree line." He paused, reaching for the knife, sheathing it on his hip. Shoving the rope in his hoodie pocket, the bandanna in his jeans pocket.

"Remember, red means stop. Whatever happens from here on out, I'll make sure you're safe."

You watched him put the mask on, heart pounding in your chest as you unbuckled your seatbelt and stepped out of the truck into the cooling dusk air. Anakin got out of the truck on his side, looking over at you and nodding his head.

“Run.” He snarled, his features completely hidden by the mask and distorting his voice a bit more than you’d anticipated.

Your only light source was the setting sun and rising moon as you booked it through the field, keeping your eyes forward as your heart beat quickly. You reached the tree line and finally looked back, seeing Anakin running at a full sprint toward you. The prey instinct in your hindbrain kicked into overdrive and adrenaline flooded like ice through your veins.

You froze for a moment until you heard what could only be described as a psychotic laugh ripped through Anakin’s chest. Finally back to your senses you turned on your toes and started running again, only to be tripped by your own feet.

You steadied yourself quickly and recovered your pace after a sharp squeal left you when your knees hit the ground. Your burst of fear driven speed surprised you, but only fueled Anakin’s laughter. You weren’t sure if he was laughing as himself or as the character he was playing, either way… it was terrifying.

You made the mistake of looking back again and realized how quickly he was gaining on you. He had given you a generous headstart for a good reason. Like he’d anticipated you’d fawn instead of flee.

How did he know that?

Anakin was closing the gap, his breath heavy but not labored as he chased after you. You wondered what his eyes looked like behind that mask. Would they be familiar? Or would they be akin to a cold blooded killer?

You stumbled as you whipped your head back to the path ahead and he lunged forward, wrapping his arm around your chest and tackling you to the ground with a heavy thump.

The mask hid his grin as he pinned you down with his body weight, but you could * feel * it. The satisfaction he felt at catching his trophy was palpable, now… now you weren’t completely certain your Anakin was really there behind that hard plastic mask.

"Caught you bitch." He growled, his voice remained menacing. "You're mine now."

You struggled against him, the sides of your fists not even coming close to making contact with his chest. His grip on you was painful, bruising and just what you wanted.

“N-no!” You whimpered. So incredibly turned on by his aggression.

He was surprisingly great at this role, he was doing everything perfectly as if he’d done it before. A nagging thought tickled your mind, what if? But he gave you no time to consider it.

“No?” He laughed, rolling you underneath him so that your face was pressed into the forest floor. His knee pressing down on your back as he roughly tied your arms together behind your back with a practiced ease.

“No! Please!” He mocked you in a whiny impression of your voice.

“Pathetic.” He hissed.

You fought harder, wriggling and trying to get out of his grasp. His hand gripped your ponytail with enough force to make your scalp sting, yanking your head back.

“Stop fucking moving.” He growled as brought his lips to your ear, then he let go of your hair cruelly letting you face plant into the dirt.

“Ow!” You whined in pain, it actually did hurt. Not bad, just enough to make you see stars and feel heat bloom across your cheek.

“P-please! Stop!”

He laughed, the sound gritty and almost unrecognizable. He used both hands to roughly tug your jeans down your thighs, using the knife to cut your underwear off.

You wriggled and squirmed, panting helplessly as all your movement did was undress you further. Your jeans bunched around your knees, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to whatever he had planned for you.

Anakin's breaths were ragged, his heart pounding in sync with yours as he stood over you. Lightly tapping your hip with the toe of his shoe.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch," He snarled. "You made me work for it."

He took the knife, running it down your side, as he kneeled beside you. Forcibly turning your head to make you look at him. He trailed the knife along the back of your thighs, leaving tiny threads of red behind.

"Now you're gonna pay for your insolence." His voice was harsh and cold with an undeniable lust hidden beneath.

“No! No I’ll do anything I swear!” You cried out. Kicking and fighting against him as best as you could.

You heard him taking off his belt, felt him shoving his jeans down and even the familiar grunt as he pulled out his cock.

“I told you to shut your fucking mouth didn’t I?” He snapped at you.

Gripping his belt tightly in his hands he cracked the leather across your ass hard, causing you to scream out in pain.

“Stupid whore.” He scoffed. “what did I just say? You want it again?”

“N-no! Fuck that hurt!” You yelled.

“God you really are stupid aren’t you?” He laughed, cracking the leather down on your red ass cheeks again.

This time you were able to bite down on your lip and suppress the loud crying moan that tried to escape. You knew the tender flesh of your bottom lip would definitely be an angry red for the next few days as a taste of blood hit your tongue.

“That’s better.” He scoffed.

Pumping his cock a few times behind you before spreading your ass cheeks wide and smacking your hip hard to get you to lift up just a bit.

He set his sights on your incredibly drenched pussy. The view might make a weaker man cum on the spot, but Anakin wasn’t a weak man. He’d made that very clear today.

“Never seen you so fucking wet.” He whispered, in awe of the dripping mess you’d made of your cunt. The momentary break of character that you weren’t supposed to hear reassured you that it was definitely still Anakin under that mask.

Anakin's cock twitched, his eyes locked on your pulsing hole, watching it flutter around nothing. He chuckled and spit on his hand before rubbing it on the head of his cock. Letting out a low groan as he tugged on his balls for good measure.

"You're going to take this like a good little slut," He growled, lining up his thickness with your entrance. "And you're not going to fucking scream."

With a low hiss he thrust into you, your body protesting the sudden intrusion with a jerk. You failed to listen to his command and let out a muffled cry behind closed lips as he sank deep inside your heat.

"Quiet, bitch," he warned, pulling back and thrusting again, setting a rough rhythm. "Or I'll really give you somethin’ to cry about.”

You couldn’t help yourself, you whimpered and moaned and drooled in spite of his warnings. The feeling of being taken so roughly, but knowing you were safe… was intoxicating. It was unlike anything you’d ever felt.

Anakin moved suddenly and you saw a flash of red before he yanked back your head, shoving the bandanna in your mouth to use as a gag.

You coughed and gagged on the dry fabric as he forced it in your mouth. Anakin's thrusts became more frantic, his hips moving in quick, hard strokes. With the gag in place you let yourself be loud, there was no point in staying quiet right? If you were heard it would be * his * fault for not properly securing your gag.

"Dirty little thing aren’t you? Filthy. You like this don’t you!? Huh?" He snarled, slapping your ass hard with his free hand. "Scream for me, you fucking whore. No body can hear you. No body is coming to help you."

You moaned into the gag, body trembling as he pounded into you relentlessly. Each slap of skin against wetness echoed in the still night air, punctuating your defilement.

"C’mon, you can fight harder than that." He growled, grinding against you he placed one hand on your lower back and used it as leverage to hold you in place.

He laughed loudly, clearly enjoying the power trip he was on. He’d never fucked you like this before, he’d been rough yes… but this? This was blinding. Hot, white, blinding pleasure that spilled over into pain.

“So fucking tight.” He groaned. “pitiful little pussy. Bet you were a virgin weren’t you?”

You whimpered, the bandanna in your mouth wet from saliva. Tears dripping down your cheeks from his rough treatment. Your legs shaking violently as he fucked you into the dirt.

And he expected you to speak?

“Answer me.” He demanded, ripping the fabric from your mouth, the suddenness of it being pulled from your throat made you gag violently.

“C’mon. Talk to me. You’ve been dying to fucking talk and now you’ve got nothin’ to say?”

“Y-yes.” You sobbed, unable to form more than a few words. “Virgin.”

“Oh I knew it. Fuckin’ knew it.” He groaned.

Anakin's thrusts grew more furious, his cock sliding in and out of your tight ‘virgin’ pussy with each word grunt and groan that fell from his pretty lips. His hand gripped your hair, pulling your head back when you started squirming out from under him again.

"You think you can get away from me? Think you can run? You’re mine now, bitch." He spat, slapping the side of your face. "I own your little cunt now."

You cried harder from the pain, tears streaming down your dirt streaked face as he continued to pound into you without mercy.

"No one else is gonna touch you. No one else is gonna have you." He growled, his words thick with possession.

“Gonna take you home. Tie you up.” He grunted. “Fuck you whenever I want.”

“No one’s gonna miss you are they?” He laughed, “Just a worthless little nobody aren’t you? Yeah, you are.”

“That’s okay though sweetheart.” He cooed, sweetness laced with venom. “I want you. I want you all to myself, show you that all you’re good for is this.”

He spit, ripping his mask off to bite you hard, leaving clear teeth marks on your shoulder. The mask hit the ground near your head and you stared at it with big wide red-rimmed eyes as a violent orgasm ripped through you. Your cunt spasmed around him, slick leaking out and coating your thighs.

The squelching noises filled you with a new wave of embarrassment and fresh tears wetted your cheeks. You might’ve been done, but Anakin wasn’t. He had no plans of stopping now, this wasn’t over until he said it was.

“Stop! Please oh god.” You whined, scrunching your nose up as your body vibrated from the overstimulation.

“Stop? Oh you don’t mean that.” He moaned. “you just fucking creamed all over my cock.”

“Don’t lie to me. You know you like it.” He snickered, you could hear the grin gracing his lips.

“No! No! Please! I don’t!” You struggled, trying to get out of your bindings, the rope digging further into your wrists. “Please stop!”

“Fuck toys don’t talk.” He growled.

Anakin shifted his weight, now leaning with his forearm across your back, his sharp elbow cutting into the muscle to give himself an extra edge to his brutality. You thought he was comfortable in his position, but you were wrong. This was just a transition period.

His arm slid up your back to wrap your hair around his fist, exposing your neck and pining you in place.

A glint of sliver shined in your peripheral, followed by the cool metal blade of his knife on the soft skin of your throat. He had the flat side pressed firmly beneath your Adam’s apple. Anakin's thrusts grew more frantic, his cock sliding in and out of your tight, weeping pussy as he held the knife.

"One word," he growled, his eyes dark with lust and dominance. "And you’ll wish you were dead."

You whimpered, body shaking as you struggled against my bindings. Your cunt clenched around him, milking his cock with each powerful thrust.

"Make me cum, bitch." He snarled, his breathing labored. "Or I’ll slit your fucking throat right here."

His words sent a jolt of electricity through you. This was sick, you were sick. How could you possibly like this? Being threatened with a knife against your throat? You didn’t know, didn’t understand and maybe didn’t even want to. Maybe the logistics behind the thrill of this was better off unexplored. You decided then and there you would never let yourself explore that nagging little ‘what if’ about Anakin too.

His grip on the knife tightened, his thrusts becoming harder with each passing second. You controlled your breathing as best you could. Trying desperately not to move as another orgasm washed over your tired body. Your entire being vibrating with the intense energy, cunt spasming around his twitching member, leaking and dripping slick all over again.

“That's it," Anakin growled, his hips moving faster and harder, growing sloppy. His breathing ragged as he felt himself nearing the finish line. "C’mon, make me fucking cum and I’ll let you live."

"You're gonna say thank you after I cum. You hear me?" He snarled, biting the nape of your neck roughly like a dog in heat.

His balls tightened up, his cock pulsating inside you. Your pussy tightly enveloping him, feeling every twitch and jerk.

You squeaked as the cool blade dragged across your throat in a way that felt alittle too real, a little to close to being sliced open. Though you breathed a sigh of relief as the knife now pressed into your shoulder blade. The sharp tip popping through your skin.

“Gonna put a little ‘A’ right here. You want that? Answer me!” He asked through clenched teeth, staving off his orgasm in favor of torturing you.

“No! Please it hurts!” You screamed, the pain bringing you so incredibly close to cumming again.

He let out a familiar whine, followed by a choked moan as he carved the first letter of his name into your unblemished shoulder.

“You should’ve kept still. Now it’s crooked.” He scoffed.

You screamed out in pleasure, hiccuping as you tried to catch your breath. Anakin’s cock throbbing inside your abused walls. You whimpered as an overwhelming orgasm took hold of you. Your body convulsing in a way it never had before, with Anakin never slowing his hard albeit mess pace. He laughed as he watched your bound hands clasp themselves together as you held your breath.

The dam broke and you squirted, making a mess of yourself and him. You could feel the hot wet liquid dripping down your legs, hear it sloshing and squelching with each thrust.

Anakin’s laugh cut off into a choked groan, his cock jerking violently inside you as he came. His thrusts becoming wild and erratic, his body shaking with the force of his release.

"Fuck," he growled, collapsing against you as he finished. "You're a fucking mess, aren’t you?"

You sobbed into the dirt, body still trembling from the intense orgasm. Your pussy clenching around his softening cock, milking him for every last drop of cum.

"That’s right. Good girl.” He moaned, slowly pumping in and out of your swollen and well used cunt.

“Atta girl. You’re a good fuck so long as you keep your mouth shut.” Anakin let out a pained whine as he pulled out of you, leaving your pussy gaping and filled with his seed.

He cut the rope from your wrists and hissed when he saw the red marks. He broke character again for the simple fact that he felt terribly about accidentally hurting you. It was one thing to do it purposely, but this was unacceptable, he chided himself for tying you too tightly under his breath. He leaned down to kiss each wrist gently before tapping your ass with his hand.

“Get up. All fours.” He growled. Back to playing your big scary killer.

You sniffled, doing as he said as quickly as you could even though your body felt weak and jittery.

“Fuck.” He groaned spreading your ass cheeks apart, his thumbs keeping your pussy lips spread so that he could see his hard work; the mess he’d made of you.

He dove into your slick, reddened folds. His tongue laving and sucking your clit. He moaned and whined like he was the one getting pleasured. He shoved his tongue into your hot, raw hole and licked his cum out of you, mumbling dirty words with each breath.

"You taste so fucking good." He groaned, his voice muffled. "So wet and fuckin’ messy. I love it."

You whimpered, his tongue darting in and out of your still-throbbing cunt, tasting the evidence of your rough sex.

"You’re gonna be mine forever." He growled, his words slurred with lust. "No one else is ever gonna touch you again."

His fingers found your entrance, teasingly playing with it before sliding inside, stretching you open again. Your body trembled, pussy clenching around him in protest of his reentry. He leaned forward licking the trickles of blood from your shoulder and gathering it in his mouth. He sat back on his heels and then spit the mixture of his cum, his spit and your blood into your pussy, gently shoving it inside with his fingers.

The act was filthy. Disgusting. But so fucking hot, so sexy, so much so that your pussy contracted around his fingers again. Alittle bit of squirt dribbling out as your body shook. Anakin's eyes darkened as he felt you clench around his fingers once again.

"Fuck." He grumbled, hid grip on your hips tightening. "You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you?"

You sobbed, body trembling with the impending orgasm or maybe just from the humiliation. Who knows? At this point you couldn’t tell left from right.

"You just want to get used and ruined, don’t you?" He growled, his fingers thrusting in and out of you. "So fucking ready for it. So desperate for a cock like mine to take care of you."

His words sent you over the edge, body shaking as you came yet again. Your pussy fluttering around his fingers, dribbles of liquid leaking down his hand.

“N-no more.” You whimper, begging for a break.

“Oh poor thing.” He laughed. “it just feels so good that it hurts huh?”

“Y-yes.” You cried, sniffling. Your arms weak and wobbly.

“You’ll get used to it.” He said pulling out his fingers and roughly smacking your pussy with his hand.

You screamed, a choked whimpering sob. You were beyond sensitive, you could feel how swollen you were. But even through the pain, a jolt of pure pleasure shot through your core.

“Get up.” He growled, tucking himself back into his jeans, pulling you to your feet by the hair.

He shoved you against a tree and barked out the instruction for you to stay there. He picked up the knife and bandanna, kicking the ruined rope aside and shoving the ripped panties in his pocket. He grabbed his belt and cracked it against your ass hard one last time before putting his belt back on.

“You didn’t say thank you.” He reminded you.

“Say thank you. Ungrateful bitch.”

M’sorry!” You whimpered. “th-thank you. Thank you.”

“That’s better.” He grunted, yanking your jeans back up and leaving them unbuttoned. The fabric wet and sticky from all the abuse.

“Turn around. Can’t leave those gorgeous tits without any attention right?” He chuckled darkly.

He grabbed your chin examining your face when you slowly turned around. His other hand pulling up your shirt.

“Still pretty. Even after all that.” He said softly a small glimpse at your Anakin, not this brutal character he played. But it was gone quicker than you could blink.

"Beautiful." Anakin murmured, his eyes lingering on your tits before he leaned in to lick and kiss each one. "You’re gonna be so pretty covered in bruises, huh?"

Your breath hitched, nipples pebbling as he sucked and licked at them. His hands cupping and squeezing your breasts roughly, leaving red marks on the soft skin.

He bit down and pulled your nipples with his teeth causing you to yelp in pain. Eliciting a dark laugh from him.

“C’mon,” He grumbled. “let’s get going. I’ve got plans for my new whore.”

He grabbed the back of your neck and shoved you forward, making you stumble and almost trip. You stayed silent other than your sniffling and wiping your nose and eyes as you walked on jelly legs.

"Don't think you're done." Anakin growled, his grip on your neck tightening as you walked. "I’ll never be done with you."

His free hand grabbed your ass, squeezing it roughly before letting go. His eyes never leaving the path ahead.

"You owe me. You know that? A lifetime of obedience and gratitude." He laughed, pushing your forward again. “I could’ve killed you and I didn’t. That’s called a life debt baby.”

You nodded, seeing the truck in the field and breathing a sigh of relief knowing you wouldn’t have to walk much further.

“Almost there.” He said plainly.

Once you reached the truck he opened the door and helped you inside gently. Giving you a soft kiss on the cheek.

He walked around to his side and shoved the items along with his hockey mask down inside the bag. Tossing it to the floor board as he climbed in beside you, pulling you against his chest in a comforting, soothing hug. You sighed, leaning into him. His warmth and closeness comforting you.

"Good girl." Anakin whispered into your hair, his voice softening. He kissed the top of your head gently. "You did so good. I love you doll. I love you so so much."

"Hang tight, baby. We’ll get you cleaned up and back home soon enough." He murmured, his hand resting on your thigh reassuringly.

You gripped his shirt, there was something thrilling about his possessiveness, his control over you. “I love you too Ani.” You whispered, voice shaky.

Once the short drive was over he helped you out of his truck, turning around and leaning forward to give you a piggy back ride to the house.

You sighed thankfully and climbed up. Hugging around his neck and inhaling his comforting scent. Nuzzling into his neck as he carried you into your home. Locking the front door behind him. He softly sat you on the couch, giving you a gentle forehead kiss.

Wordlessly he went to the kitchen and got himself and you a glass of water. Placing the cup in your shaking hands, making sure you drank some before he chugged down his.*

“You okay babydoll?” He asked, pulling you into his lap. “that was pretty intense.”

“I-I’m okay.” You nodded. “y-yeah it w-was intense.”

You gave him a soft smile. “It was fun though… I’m just gonna be really, really sore.”

"You’re so fucking precious.” He murmured, nuzzling your neck. "All worn out and sore, but still smiling at me."

"We'll take it slow next time, okay?" He whispered in your ear, kissing your temple softly. "You tell me when you’re ready for sex again baby. I’m not gonna ask until you come to me.”

You nodded, sighing contentedly. Your head resting against his chest as he held you close, breathing slowly returning to normal.

“Are you glad I read your diary now?”

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Study Break - Dalton Lambert x fem!reader <3

💟 nsfw - mdni 💟

A/N: there's not nearly enough stuff on here for dalton, so of course, i had to assist! i mean, the movie is still pretty new.. so that's probably why but whatevs :).

warnings: softdom!dalton, sub!fem!reader, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, creampie

Quiet, slow music hummed in your ears, flowing through your headphones as you tapped your pen against your lower lip. You stared down at your nearly blank journal page, brows furrowed and mouth turned in a scowl. You couldn't think of anything, not one idea for your paper, and it was bugging the hell out of you. You groaned after a hot minute of practically boring holes into the paper with your gaze, yanking out your headphones and laying your head on the desk.

"The universe is against me, I know it," you huffed, whiny and defeated. Dalton, who had been sketching and watching you work for the better part of two hours, looked up from his own book. He chuckled, but still smiled apologetically, getting up off the bed and walking over to stand beside you. He looked down at your paper, one of his hands rubbing your back with a gentle touch. "No it isn't, you've never done anything to the universe," he argued lightheartedly, crouching down next to the chair and tapping your back gently. You didn't respond, still wallowing in your own little vat of self pity.

"Hey, come on. You're gonna figure it out," he reassured, reading what you had so far before turning to you. He couldn't see your face, but he knew you probably had on that frustrated pout of yours, the one he secretly loved so much. You peeked down at him, sighing when you saw his face. Those eyes always pulled you in, took your mind off whatever it was you were even upset about it the first place. You rotated the chair to face him, leaning down and putting your hands on the sides of his face.

He was so sweet, so supportive despite you being just a little dramatic about your project. It wasn't due for a week, and your partner was doing half of it anyways. Your tense expression relaxed as you brushed his hair out of his face, cracking a small smile. "You're right, you're right. I'm being ridiculous, aren't I?" you asked, earning a little laugh. He shook his head in your hold, resting his hands on your knees and leaning up.

"Not ridiculous, you just worry too much," he teased, gaze flicking between your eyes and lips. You frowned a bit, still messing with his hair as you felt your face heat up. He was right, you did worry quite a bit. About your classes, him, work.. you couldn't help it. You moved your hand to cover his mouth when you saw him start to lean in, pushing his head away with a playful scoff.

"Better watch yourself, Lambert. I still gotta focus," you said, trying to sound annoyed. Really, you just sounded amused.. which you were. He groaned against your palm, his hand darting up to grab your wrist. He kept your hand against his face, turning it a bit and pressing a small kiss to the skin. "I'll help you de-stress," he said, his words a whisper between his kisses. He trailed the kisses up your arm, listening to your hesitant sigh.

"My roommate will be back soon," you reminded him, trying to ignore how good his lips felt. It was hard to say no to him, but your poor roommate had been traumatized enough times. She had already caught you twice, once being on her birthday. She always insisted it was fine and she should've knocked, but you always insisted it was your fault, and she shouldn't have to knock to get into her own dorm. Still, you really needed to start shooting them a warning text..

"I'll be quick. I swear," he vowed, his gaze longing and fervent. You couldn't help but get deja vu everytime you saw him between your legs, always remembering the first time he'd ever settled himself down there. That was over a year ago, when he was far more inexperienced and you had to teach him what you liked, etc. Now, he knows exactly how to get you to cum on his tongue over and over, and it's one of his favorite things to do. He watched you get lost in thought, that familiar look in your eyes telling him you were starting to give in.

"Yeah, that's it," he mumbled, his free hand squeezing your knee. He pushed lightly against it, trying to get you to open up your legs for him with encouraging hands. Your stomach did backflips when you saw how worked up he was getting, heat pooling between your thighs. Biting down on your lower lip and peeking at the small alarm clock on your desk, you hesitated, glancing between him and the paper.

"Just for a little while, then I'll let you work," he promised, thumbs rubbing anxious circles on your skin. You gaged his pleading gaze, warmth spreading over your skin where he touched you. You looked down at his hands, biting back a quiet noise. You always forgot how big they were, how long the fingers stretched.. you didn't stop him when they hooked into the waistband of both your shorts and underwear.

"Lift your hips for me," he murmured, the subtle dominance in his voice making your knees weak. You did as he said, heart pounding as you watched him peel them off your legs with ease. You slowly started to spread your legs apart once the fabric was discarded, feeling even more vulnerable when he inhaled sharply at the sight. Just the thought of him touching you more was enough to get you soaked, arousal glistening for him to see. You watched his eyes light up, legs shifting underneath him so he was on his knees as his hands gripped your thighs. He tugged you closer to the edge of the chair, a seemingly pleased hum emitting from his throat.

"Knew you'd like it," was the last thing he muttered before pushing his face forward, pressing his tongue flat out to lick a slow, greedy strip up your dripping cunt. The suddenness made you gasp, the warmth pulling a mewl from you as one of your hands laced into his hair. His name rolled off your tongue when he pressed a kiss to your clit, his lips soft and welcoming. Dalton peered up at you through dark lashes, one hand releasing your thigh. You squirmed under his stare, about to whine for more when he started gently sucking your clit between his lips. The moan you produced was intoxicating, filling his ears and egging him on.

You were too caught up in the feeling of his mouth to notice his hand moving just below his chin, index finger prodding at your sopping hole and catching you off guard. He was quick to smack one of your thighs upon them tightening around his head, a wordless warning that left your skin stinging. You pushed your legs back open shakily, fingers tightening as you pulled at his hair. The action instantly enticed a heavy moan, vibrating through your swollen clit and making you buck your hips involuntarily. The deep, muffled chuckle he released against you was unreasonably sexy, reminding you how desperate you were already acting for him.

You were about to apologize quietly, when his finger abruptly moved into the comfort of your warm walls, pumping slowly and clearing any considerations of speaking. Instead, you leaned against the back of the chair, breathing shallow and quick. "Dalton," you whimpered, the closeness making your whole body ignite with need. You were sure he could feel you practically throbbing against his lips, even more so when his middle finger joined the index. You almost felt guilty pulling at his pretty hair, the brown strands soft and silky between your fingers. You loosened them, carding through his hair instead in an attempt to taciturnly make up for the rough grip.

His fingers picked up speed when he felt you clench around them subtly, unable to help the proud feeling he was consumed with. He loved that despite his unruly life, nothing could affect his ability to make you feel good. Nothing could stop him from loving and caring for you, and that was good enough for him. He tried not to get all sappy, focusing on your trembling figure instead. He ignored the painfully hard bulge in his jeans, craving your release almost as much as you were. He longed to feel your slick coat his fingers, his movements picking up a bit. When his fingers started to curl, you just about lost it, heels digging into the ground as you tried to stabilize yourself.

"Mmh, don't stop," you begged, knowing damn well it wouldn't be the first time he took away your orgasm at the last minute. He had no ulterior motives tonight, however. He just kept up what he was doing, darkened eyes staying on you nearly the whole time. His cock ached at the sight of your face contorting in pleasure, that familiar little 'o' forming on your face as you cried out. His lips twitched up when you came undone on his face, his eyes rolling back just a bit as your familiar taste invaded his tongue. The majority collected on his fingers as he licked and tortured your overstimulated clit, your orgasm slowly beginning to subside as he helped you ride it out.

He pulled his fingers out, pulling back and inspecting them. He grinned at the sight of the sticky, pale substance, catching your tired eyes before pushing them past his lips. He groaned softly around the digits, sucking them completely clean. It wasn't enough, his greed getting the best of him as he leaned back in. You borderline yelped when he started sloppily lapping up the leftover arousal soaking your cunt, your eyes brimming with tears as his nose rutted against your clit.

"W-wait.." you begged softly, your legs twitching everytime he bumped into the sensitive spot. He pulled away when he was satisfied, shifting himself onto his feet and standing up. He leaned down to put his hands on the arms of your chair, caging you in with a sweet, yet heated gaze. You couldn't help but shudder when he got a bit closer, your body buzzing as you caught your breath. He tilted his head, closing the space between you and pressing his lips to yours. You involuntarily moaned against him, hands grabbing at his shirt and tugging him closer. Your eyes blinked shut when you tasted yourself on him, cheeks burning with the realization.

Dalton was starting to get needy himself, kissing you with affectionate, hungry lips. You made a surprised little noise when he slipped his tongue into your mouth, the kind of noise that made him yearn for you like no other. He felt a little guilty, especially since he'd promised you to be quick, but god, he couldn't stop thinking about how good you felt around him, how perfectly he filled you.. it was driving him insane.

"I wanna feel you," he practically moaned against your lips, his voice pleading and breathless. The blunt words made you wet all over again, a borderline inaudible sound leaving you as you forced yourself to shake your head. He broke the kiss, trailing smaller ones to your jaw. One of his hands moved to the side of your neck, holding you still so he could start nipping at the soft skin. Your pulse thrummed against his palm quickly, which he allowed to flatter him just a little.

"C'mon, she won't come home," he murmured, as if he could read your mind and tell exactly what was making you anxious. He wasn't actually sure when she'd be back.. but he didn't mention that part. He was about 70% sure he had enough time, and that was good enough for him. He waited while you pondered it, his lips pressing into the space where your jaw met your neck. You groaned, mentally cursing yourself before lacing your fingers back into his hair. He hummed at his little victory, hands beginning to wander your figure.

You knew you shouldn't, it was unfair to your roommate.. and the neighboring dorms that could probably hear you if they listened hard enough. You just couldn't help yourself, you rarely could around him. Your hands were shaking slightly in his hair when he lifted you off the now wet chair, crossing the small room to get back to your bed. He pushed his sketchbook off the comforter and onto the floor, setting you down on the mattress before standing. You felt exposed, reaching down and trying to shove your shirt over your bare bottom half while he stood over you.

The way he chuckled had your arousal leaking onto the bed beneath you, his hands moving to start undoing his belt. He watched you, taking his sweet time, tilting his head just a bit when you whined beneath him. "Don't be embarrassed, I've seen it all before," he reminded you, as if you had somehow forgotten how he was practically making out with your pussy not 5 minutes earlier. Your face got hot all over again, thighs clenching together at the sound of his voice. You always got so desperate after your first release, craving more of that syrupy sweet pleasure that only he could provide.

The way he was affecting you didn't go unnoticed by him, his teeth flashing in a grin as he tugged the belt from the waistband of his jeans. He began undoing the button and zip with one hand, the other gesturing toward your half naked body. "You're gonna keep that on for me, hm?" he mumbled, his eyes swimming with lust as they raked over every inch of your form. The shirt was his, otherwise it would have been on the floor in seconds. His favorite thing in the world was fucking you while you wore his clothes, and he did it every chance he got (which was a lot, since you were almost always in one of his shirts or jackets).

You nodded shyly in response to his question, not trusting your voice. You bit down on your tongue when he started tugging his jeans down, eyes greedily lingering on the front of his black boxers. He felt his cheeks heat up just a little at your attention, tilting his head down and pretending to mess with the hem so you wouldn't see his reddened cheeks. You watched his hands carefully, rubbing your thighs together when he continued to take his time.

"Please, I need you so bad," you whimpered, catching his attention. You didn't usually say stuff like that, claiming it sounded silly coming from you. The simple sentence sent a throb through his already aching abdomen, his hands pushing down the fabric without any more hesitation. You could have cum just from the sight, abdomen tensing with need. "Yeah? Need me to make you feel good?" he cooed, cocky now that he'd gotten the reaction out of you. He didn't wait for your answer, climbing over you and putting his big hands on your thighs. He tugged you closer, pushing your legs open with his eyes pinned down. He could have wept at the sight of you all wet for him again, making a small mess on your sheets and covering your inner thighs with the shiny, translucent slick.

"You're so pretty," he half-moaned, one of his hands leaving your thighs. The compliment had you reaching up, hands roaming his chest needily. He gave no warning before he dragged his index up your slit, collecting some of the liquid desire on his fingertip and slipping it past his lips. Your whole body warmed at the sight, butterflies fluttering around in your stomach. You watched him lean down more, positioning himself between your legs and lining his swollen, eager tip up with your dripping hole. His eyes flickered up to yours when you gasped quietly, the hand on your thigh slipping up to grasp your hip soothingly.

"You ready?" he asked, his tip already wet from nuzzling into your folds. You whispered a deprived, desperate 'yes,' so clearly craving him. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, trying to somewhat distract you with the gesture while he started to push himself inside your tight, wet heat. You both gasped in unison, yours shakier than his due to the stinging stretch between your legs. He kissed all over your face, mumbling quiet apologies as you winced and huffed with every inch he gave you. No matter how many times you did this, he always had to start slow with you. The initial stretch was always the hardest part, but after that, it was typically smooth sailing.

By the time he had bottomed out, you were already pretty much used to it, lips catching his as soon as you were given the chance. You whimpered when he started pulling back again, the drag of him along your walls stirring up pleasure in your abdomen. You could hear him groan into your mouth, hand slipping under your shirt as he moved. He palmed at your right tit, squeezing the soft mound of flesh gently. His slightly rough hands were warm and comforting, touching you just right as his hips started moving at a steady, slow pace.

The moan you produced was heavenly, louder than before as pleasure trickled across your body. Dalton found himself disappointed that he didn't get to truly appreciate the sounds you were making, breaking the sloppy kiss so he could hear you properly. His pace was gradually increasing, his own quiet moans giving you all sorts of funny feelings in your belly. He leaned up a little more so he could look down at what he was doing, groaning at the sight. You peeked down, too, biting your lower lip when you realized how wet you were getting him. His dick was partially covered in a creamy white, making a wet, almost squelching sound with every thrust. You released an embarrassed whine, the lewd sounds making you feel ten times more exposed.

Dalton didn't share your feelings of embarrassment at all. In fact, he was going fucking nuts about the fact that he could literally hear how soaked he made you. His thrusts started to get harder, the sound of skin on skin mixing in with your whiny moans as he continued watching himself fuck you. The way his big cock disappeared, reappeared, disappeared, reappeared over and over was fucking hypnotizing. The only thing that could tear his gaze away was the sound of you gasping, hands dropping down to grip the sheets as your back arched up a bit.

"Oh, right there," you pleaded, eyes fluttering shut as your head fell back into the pillows. Dalton quickly realized what he was doing to you, a proud little smile on his face as he chuckled breathily. "Mmh, feels good, huh?" he cooed, knowing you couldn't answer as his hips pushed against you to deliver a particularly hard thrust. Your legs started to tremble, a loud, desperate cry escaping your lungs when he started intentionally pushing against that perfect spot over and over. Your toes curled, legs wrapping loosely around his waist as you tried to get him closer, deeper. Something must of been in the air today, because you couldn't remember the last time you were this frantic for him.

You were wrapped around him just right, snug and warm and wet. He felt his tip kiss your cervix, shushing you softly when you whimpered and squirmed under him, not knowing what to do with yourself. His libidinous sounds encouraged you, the noise coaxing you closer and closer to your second release. One of your hands moved from the sheets, trying to pry his from your hip so you could interlock your fingers. He noticed right away, releasing his bruising grip and taking your hand, pushing it against the bed as he fucked you harder.

"Dalton, 'm gonna cum," you managed to warn softly, a choked whine following quickly after. He hummed, an adoring smile pulling at his lips as he gazed at you. He didn't take his eyes off you once, just rubbing an encouraging thumb across the back of the hand he held. "That's it, cum on my dick," he purred, the filthy words catching you off guard. Your legs tightened around his waist when you felt it all wash over you, shaking and crying as he fucked you through it. You heard a raspy 'fuck' over the roaring in your ears, a whimper sneaking it's way into your boyfriend's moans as he felt his own orgasm snap. He pushed himself as deep as he could manage, head falling on your shoulder as he filled you up with warm, thick cum. It was mind numbing, your pussy still twitching and fluttering around him as his thrusts continued. You were overstimulated, but you wanted to let him ride it out.

"Atta girl," he mumbled, his thrusts slowing to a stop as he panted heavily. He pressed a sweet, gentle kiss to your shoulder before he pulled back, blue eyes meeting yours. His heart swelled when you gave him those loving, hooded eyes, unable to stop himself from smiling subtly. His hair stuck to his forehead, face flushed and chest heaving with his deep breaths. You couldn't help but stare, the hand that wasn't in his shakily reaching for his face. You brushed the damp hair from his face as best as you could, tired and lovesick in your peaceful afterglow. He pushed his cheek into your palm, sighing contently through his breaths.

After a few moments of the two of you catching your breath, he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours once more. This kiss was different than the other ones, gentle and caring instead of sloppy and desperate. Taking his opportunity, he slipped himself out of you, the sudden emptiness eliciting a gentle moan from you. He whined dramatically when you broke the kiss, your teeth flashing as you grinned, amused. You looked over his shoulder at your alarm while he started kissing your neck, craving aftercare just as much as you were. Sadly, it was already 9, and your roommate rarely stayed out very long after that. You mentally cursed your predicament, giving Dalton apologetic eyes. "She's probably on her way now," you mumbled, and he knew exactly what you were talking about. He groaned against your neck, clearly disappointed, but still pulled away. He thought about it for a second, before scoffing when he realized how obvious the solution was.

"Oh wait- duh, I live here too. We can walk over to my dorm," he recalled, making you laugh; a genuine, almost musical sound that had Dalton folding for you all over again. He pressed one more kiss to your forehead before gently pulling your legs off his waist and standing. "What about Chris?" you asked, wincing softly as you sat up. The space between your legs ached, and when you moved, you could feel cum start to leak out of you. It made you blush, remembering just how exposed you were. You watched Dalton pull on his boxers as he shrugged. "She's with a friend tonight," he responded, like it was common knowledge.

"You're telling me I risked my roommate getting an eyeful of us.. you know, when we could have been in your empty, risk-free dorm?" you gasped, mocking betrayal. He laughed at that, throaty and low as he lifted his hands in defeat. He grinned sheepishly, walking over to the desk chair where this whole situation began. "Yeah, maybe," he admitted, earning a playful eye roll from you (you would never admit it, but part of you loved the risk). He picked up your shorts and underwear, walking over and offering them to you.

"Here, we'll get you all cleaned up when we get there. I have some clean clothes you can wear," he promised, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple before turning to hunt down the rest of his clothes..

A/N: this is.. something. i never know how to end fics, that's why its always so abrupt 😭. anyways, i finally finished this one! i wanna write another one with a gn!reader :). work and classes have kept me so busy, but i'm gonna try to post a bit more frequently 🫶 hope you enjoyed <3! (not proofread yet)

#ty simpkins #dalton lambert #dalton lambert smut #dalton lambert x reader #insidious #insidious: the red door #insidious the red door #i love him so bad #angelsnkisses #mdni

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A Night To Remember •☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾•

Josh Kiszka x Male Reader - 18+ 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎? Warnings/Themes: Sub Josh, Shower Sex, Sleepy Josh, Needy Josh, Some Begging. WC; 2133

The door creaks softly as you step into the dimly lit living room, the comforting scent of home wrapping around you like a warm blanket after a long day. You glance over to the couch, and your heart swells at the sight of Josh, his mousy brown mullet tousled and messy, nestled into the throw pillows. He looks so peaceful, even with the faint light casting shadows across his features.

You take a moment to savor the sight, memories flooding your mind of all the years you’ve spent together—growing up side by side, navigating the ups and downs of life. A smile tugs at your lips as you think of all the moments you’ve shared. You love that despite his soft-spoken nature, he has an energy that brightens any room he enters.

Gently, you slip off your shoes and tiptoe closer, careful not to disturb him. You notice the blanket slip from his shoulders, exposing the soft fabric of his worn T-shirt. It must have been a long day for him too, waiting up for you until sleep finally claimed him. You can’t help but admire how his kindness radiates even in the quiet moments.

Kneeling beside the couch, you lean down and brush a gentle hand through his hair, feeling the softness of the strands between your fingers. “Josh,” you whisper, the sound barely above a breath, “wake up.”

He stirs slightly but doesn’t open his eyes. You repeat his name a little louder. Slowly, his eyelids flutter open, revealing a sleepy gaze that settles on you. His lips curve into a sleepy grin, and in that moment, the stress of the day fades away. You can see a hint of vulnerability in his expression, the remnants of sleep making him more tender than usual.

“Hey,” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep. “You’re home.”

“Yeah,” you reply softly. “Did you wait up for me?”

He nods, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and sitting up slightly, the blanket sliding down to his waist. “I tried,” he admits with a sheepish smile, his voice still husky. “What time is it?”

“Late enough that you should’ve been asleep hours ago, baby boy” you tease gently, and he chuckles, the sound low and warm.

But you notice something in his demeanor. There’s an underlying neediness in the way he looks at you. As sleep fades from his eyes, you sense the familiar playfulness of his character; it’s there, but it’s wrapped in a layer of softness that only emerges when he’s tired.

“Come here,” he says softly, and without hesitation, you slide onto the couch beside him, the cushions sinking under your weight. You can’t help but lean closer, feeling the warmth radiating from his body.

Josh looks at you, a flicker of something deeper in his gaze, and his voice drops to a whisper, laced with a hint of vulnerability. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you reply instinctively, the bond between you growing thicker with every moment you share. “How about a shower?”

At the thought, his eyes widen slightly, and you can’t help but smile. “I hardly have enough energy,” he says, but the way his fingers play with the hem of your shirt tells you he’s tempted.

“Just a quick one,” you urge playfully, knowing all too well how much he loves singing in the shower, how it always lifts his spirits. “I'll join you.”

With a twist of his lips, he finally nods and stands, taking your hand and pulling you up alongside him. His fingers interlock with yours, and you can feel the warmth spreading through you. As you walk toward the bathroom, he suddenly stops and turns to face you, looking at you with an intensity that catches you off guard.

“Wait,” he says, his voice suddenly serious. He takes a step closer, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips. “I need to feel you tonight.”

Despite the playful banter, there’s an undeniable weight to his words, a raw need that sends a jolt of heat through your core. You can see the depth of longing in his expression, contrasting with his usual dominant personality, a softness emerging that draws you in like a moth to a flame.

“Okay,” you murmur, pulling him closer. He lets you guide him, and the next moment, his lips are on yours, hesitant at first but quickly deepening. You savor the sweetness of his kiss, the way he melts against you, and it ignites something primal within.

“Mmm,” he hums against your mouth, his hands sliding up your arms, holding you close. You can feel him growing bolder, in need of reassurance, hunger brewing beneath the surface.

He pulls away just enough to look at you, eyes searching your face. “I want you. Please.”

The softness in his plea sends a rush of desire through you, and you nod earnestly. “Always.” You take his hand and lead him to the bathroom, your heart racing at the thought of what’s to come.

Once inside, the steam rises as you turn on the shower, the sound of the water cascading creating a soothing backdrop. You can see him relaxing already, the air thick with anticipation. He steps closer, the coolness of the tiles contrasting against the heat radiating from his body.

As the water warms around you, you pull him into your embrace, feeling the way he melts into you. He tilts his head back, a small sigh escaping his lips as the water streams down his body. You let your fingers roam over his chest, enjoying the way he shivers under your touch.

“God, you know how to make me feel good,” he whispers, the softness of his breath sending shivers down your spine.

“Let me take care of you,” you reply, your voice low and steady. The moment hangs between you, thick with unspoken promises. You can feel his need for not just your touch but the connection you share—a deep bond forged over years of laughter and love.

His lips find yours again, and the kiss grows hungry, filled with all the longing that has been building between you. You hear him whimper softly, and it fuels a fire within you, urging you to explore every inch of him.

You push him gently against the tiled wall, the warm water cascading over both of you. Josh’s hands grip your shoulders as you begin to explore, mapping a trail from his collarbone down to his waist. You can feel him leaning into your touch, his breath quickening, vulnerability merging with a fierce desire.

“More,” he gasps, the word slipping from his lips almost like a prayer. “I need you, now.”

His breathless begging sends waves of heat coursing through you, and you look into his eyes, the power shift between you creating a delicious tension. In this moment, he’s all yours, surrendering to the need you’ve both felt building throughout the day.

As the steam envelops you, you become lost in each other, every kiss igniting a new spark, every touch deepening the connection that’s always been there—a beautiful tapestry woven from years of friendship and passion.

The water cascades around you both, steam rising like a veil as you press Josh against the cool tiles. The contrast heightens the sensations—his body warm and inviting, the air thick and fragrant. Josh looks up at you with eyes filled with a mix of need and trust, each breath quickening the tension that’s crackling between you.

You allowed yourself to feel him for a moment, letting your fingers roam across the soft skin of his stomach. He gasps at your touch, and you can feel the muscles in his abdomen tighten beneath your fingertips. You savor the moment, tracing paths against his skin, each stroke eliciting a quiet whimper that stirs something primal within you.

“More,” he breathes again, voice laden with urgency. The way he looks at you sends a rush of heat through your entire body. You’re losing yourself in him, and every kiss, every inch of skin you explore, pulls you deeper into his world.

“Tell me what you want,” you murmur, your lips barely brushing against his ear. You know how much he thrives on those words, and the way he responds sends a shiver down your spine.

“You,” he gasps, his fingers shaking with anticipation against the tiles. “I need you inside me.”

The plea is raw, a delicious combination of vulnerability and desperation. You try to contain the rush of desire surging through you as you meet his gaze, an unspoken agreement passing between you. He wants this as much as you do.

You guide him to turn slightly, tilting his hips against the wall while keeping your grip firm on his waist. The sound of water pouring down fills the air, almost drowning out the thumping of your heart as you lean closer, your bodies aligned, skin slick and warm.

“Is this what you want?” you ask, your voice low and steady. His eyes soften, and he nods frantically, biting his lip as he waits for you to take the next step.

“Yes, please. I want to feel you, need you to take me,” he breathes, and with that, you can’t hold back any longer. You capture his lips in a heated kiss, mouths moving feverishly against one another as you push deeper into him.

You can feel his breath hitch as your hands travel lower, gripping his thighs and lifting him slightly. He instinctively wraps his legs around your waist, pulling you even closer. You savor the feeling of him against you, the heat radiating from his body mixing with the warmth of the water.

With a slow, deliberate movement, you press the tip of your length against him, teasingly brushing against his entrance. His head falls back against the wall, a soft moan escaping his lips. “Please, just… just do it.”

You can’t resist his begging, and with that, you push forward gently, sinking into him slowly. His body accepts you willingly, tightening around you, and your own breath hitches at the sensation. You pause for only a moment, allowing him to adjust, watching his expression as pleasure mixes with a flicker of pain.

“Are you okay?” you ask, wanting to make sure he’s comfortable.

“Yeah, just… give me a second.” He smiles reassuringly, and as soon as he nods, you begin to move slowly, pulling back before pushing in deeper.

Each thrust draws a needy sound from his lips, and you lose yourself in the rhythm, finding a pace that feels perfect. The water cascades over you, mingling with the heat radiating between you as you rock against each other, skin slapping softly against skin.

“God, yes,” he gasps, his voice rising with every thrust. “Just like that… harder.”

Your desire peaks at his words, urging you to comply. You tighten your grip on him, holding him close as you thrust deeper, each movement building that sweet tension in your core. You can feel the heat pooling between you, intensity rising with each penetrating stroke.

“Yes, just like that!” His eyes flutter as ecstasy washes over him, breath hitching as he meets each thrust. You can’t help but lean in, capturing his lips again, muffling the sounds of pleasure escaping him.

The minutes pass, lost to the rhythm of your bodies and the steady flow of the water around you. You can feel the tension coiling tightly within both of you, and you know you’re approaching the edge. Josh’s body quivers beneath your touch, and the desperate need in his eyes tells you he’s close too.

“Don’t stop,” he pleads, voice breathy, every word a plea laced with desperation. “I'm almost there!”

The sight of him on the edge sends you spiraling yourself. You increase the urgency of your movements, plunging deeper into him, and the pleasure surges between you, electric and alive.

“Let go for me, baby,” you whisper, and you can feel him tense around you, every muscle tightening as he chases his release.

With a low moan, he reaches his peak, his body clenching around you, and you follow him over that edge, spilling into him as pleasure washes over both of you in waves. You hold him tightly, savoring the warmth of the water and the warmth of his body as you both ride the aftershocks of your release.

Breathless and entwined, you finally pull back to look at him, the steam swirling around you both like a cocoon. His eyes sparkle with a combination of satisfaction and mischief, and you can’t help but smile back at him.

“I think we may need more late nights like this,” you tease, and he chuckles, leaning in for another sweet kiss, the bond between you growing deeper than ever.

#fanfic #greta #jacob thomas kiszka #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #joshua michael kiszka #kiszka #kiszka twins #sam kiszka #daniel wagner

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jiminiecrickets · 1 year

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THE PARADISE PARADOX: PART II. PJM / M!READER

summary. jimin hates it when others lust after what’s his.

wc. 2.5k (nsfw under the cut)

tags. smut | dom bottom!jimin, sub top!reader, vampire!jimin, blood + blood drinking, riding, edging + begging, unprotected sex, creampie, jealousy + posessiveness (jimin)

[ part one ] [ requested ]

fear belongs to him. love belongs to fear, a subset of heart-hammering and bone-shattering primal instinct. thus, love belongs to him.

you belong to him.

he's the one draped on your arm, but nobody in the classically-beautiful bar mistakes it for ownership. they're all beautiful, glossy hair and paper-white teeth that shine a little too sharp when they smile. they know jimin and they know his history, and they keep their seductive touches fleeting and light, even if their red eyes trace your veins with rich, dark intent.

soon enough, you will fall, and jimin will scratch off another mark for his body count.

jimin interrupts a vampire without care for propriety, swaying towards you. "baby," he sighs, a little too high-pitched to not bring his moans to mind. "i'm hungry."

he reads the surprise as easily as anything else. he snakes his arms around your middle and props his cheek on your chest, a familiar pout adorning his primrose lips.

"oh," you manage at last. "okay. well, do you want to go—"

"no," he hums, gaze flicking up to meet the other vampire's. his smile is gloating. "i'll have you right here. i'm sure there's a booth with enough room to hold the both of us."

you glance helplessly back at the vampire you had been speaking to as jimin wraps his fingers tightly around your wrist and pulls you along, as if on a leash. the vampire rolls his eyes, turning to mutter with a blonde, and you catch a few words before you're too far away.

—newest pet won't survive...

jimin leads you up the stairs and bodies part for him like the red sea. you meet the eyes of a young man in the arms of a taller, foreign woman, and something like understanding passes between you.

you are not the only red-blooded individual here tonight, and you are trophies.

his eyes lower first. you take home the gold medal.

like a gentleman, jimin pulls back the heavy red velvet curtain with a playful bow, letting it flow shut behind him. it feels off, heavier than most. sound struggles to break through.

he only uses one hand to push you down onto the loveseat, but it's more than enough to overwhelm you. you gulp as his eyes blaze like flames as he smiles, pink tongue dragging slowly over his fangs.

"pretty baby doesn't know who he belongs to," he coos, tracing your jaw with his fingertips. you lean into his touch and he smiles. "seeing those carrion-eaters touch you like that... you didn't even reject their advances. i'm disappointed, baby."

"peaches, wait—"

"that'll be 'sir' to you tonight, my love." his fingers drop down to tug out your buttons, shearing through them easily. your heart quickens at the display of strength and you don't dare cover your exposed torso, wide eyes trained on his.

eventually, he leans back with a hum to survey his doings. he places his hands on his hips. "much better. see? you know how to be quiet when you want to be. if only you stopped flirting with them earlier – then i wouldn't have to show them whose lips are allowed to touch yours."

he prowls on the loveseat like a predator honed in on its prey, his floral and woodsy cologne masking the scent of blood that clings to him like death to a surgeon. his thighs encase yours and he cups your cheek in his snowy palm, small and deceitfully gentle.

he tilts your head, pressing apart your shoulder and your jaw. for now, he controls himself, but you haven't a doubt in your mind that he can tear you apart like tissue paper.

he hums and makes himself comfortable on your lap, his tight leather pants stretching around his thighs and clinging to his firm calves oh-so prettily. he leans in, his clothed cock pressing against yours, and the visible bulge sends a thrill of desire through you. you reach for it.

he slaps your hand away. his nail cuts a thin red line along the base of your thumb.

"no," he nearly growls, that soft voice of his hardening like ice as he shoves your head against the backrest, licking his lips at the sight of your adam's apple bobbing with each harsh breath and gulp. he presses his thumb against it, giving it an intoxicating kiss that has your body shuddering of its own accord.

"i don't want to hurt you," he whispers against your throat, "but i will, if i must. whatever helps you remember who this body belongs to."

"it's yours," you whisper hoarsely. your hands itch to grab his slim waist and pull him against you, but the reward is not worth the risk. jimin's hips press down in a smooth roll, harder than the rest, with a forgiving smile, and you gasp as he briefly shoves the heel of his palm against your cock. your hands ball into fists on your thighs. "i'm yours! oh, fuck, jimin—"

his fangs slash into your neck. you grunt and one hand shoots up to clutch his hip but he doesn't seem to mind the breach of protocol.

jimin's fingers twist in your hair and he yanks your head to the side, moaning as the thick coppery twang of blood floods his mouth. his cock throbs against yours and the chill of his body clashes with the burn of yours, leaving a throbbing residue of aching pleasure wherever he touches.

your head spins. he takes more than usual, faster than usual, and he isn't so fussed about the delicate nature of mortals and how they can die from the shock of blood loss alone.

he has faith in you. you won't die – you're stronger than that. that's why he hunted you down in the first place.

"sir," you breathe as his cold fingers flutter along your hipbone and into your pants. he grips your cock and it jerks in his palm, leaking and eager. "please, let me see you – sorry, 'm sorry, won't do it again—"

jimin likes this side of you: face warm, pupils blown with lust, your body on display for his eyes only.

under his heavy, roaming gaze, you flush, attempting to pull your shirt over the many marks he loves to leave behind. a rosary of bruises litters your neck just below where your shirt collar sits.

he pulls your hand away, sliding his palm against yours as he pumps your cock, pulling it out of your pants. he hums appreciatively at the sight, blood pulsing from the two little pinpricks on your neck when the seal of his lips breaks, and your breath hitches. it soaks into your shirt.

at last, he draws the flat of his tongue along the length of your jugular, and the bleeding slows to a stop. he kisses the warm marks, curling the slick sweetness into his mouth with the tip of his tongue.

trapped in his fist, your cock leaks over his pretty, pale knuckles. slim and small, his hands are clear of the injuries that make a person – no bruises, no scars. he's flawless as a diamond, and yet despite the allure of perfection, it's the same thing that brings him down.

his body carries no stories. no history. no scars on the knees from childhood tumbles, no pockmarks of teenage acne.

"i love you," he whispers in your ear, and the whole world falls away. everything burns except for him – his fiery touch, his gleaming eyes. the heat of a forest blaze has never been more enticing. you lean into him.

he smiles, your blood dripping down his lips and chin. he swipes his thumb over the corner of his mouth, placing it between his lips with a moan.

jimin pushes you onto your back, turning fluidly with you. he gestures, an elegant flick of his hand, and smiles as you quietly cross your wrists above your head, compliant and tracking his every move with lust-blown pupils.

he leans down with a palm on your chest, slick and serpentine. his lips near your ear.

"good... hands stay there," he whispers, and he lifts his crimson gaze to yours.

the strength of his will snaps against yours like a magnet. yours falls to its knees.

you find that you can't lift your wrists. he's caught you – the fly in his web. your pulse throbs, rare and rabbit-hearted, and he smiles in dark satisfaction as your expression tightens. he strokes you slowly, dragging his tongue against the oozing pinpricks in your neck. he grabs your face with sharp nails and forces your chin down, smiling as you do your best to look him in the eye, lashes fluttering irregularly as the pain and pleasure clash down your spine.

he kisses you softly. his plush lips sting with the coppery twist of blood. "you have such a pretty cock, you know that?" he says gently, pumping it faster and humming as your stomach tenses under his palm. "so pretty... makes me wanna eat it right up," he giggles, scrunching his nose playfully as he shifts on your lap, tossing his platinum hair out of his eyes.

he pouts. "mm... you're so quiet now. don't be shy. you were so happy earlier, yapping away with vultures who would snap your neck in a heartbeat – are you scared, baby? are you scared of me?"

"no," you manage to choke out, the quick, slick sound of your cock in his fist prickling a hard flush up your neck. "n-no, sir – i-i just – ah!"

he loosens his grip. "look at me when you speak to me, baby," he whispers. "don't you know it's rude not to?"

your gaze struggles its way up his exposed chest and pale neck. your jaw aches to clamp down on that pretty stretch of flesh between his neck and shoulder, to fuck him down on your cock and call yourself his.

with a smug glint in his crimson eyes, jimin lowers himself onto your cock, sucking in a soft breath of pleasure. he cups your chin in his hand, forcing your eyes to stay on him, watching him, as he slowly, painfully slowly, buries your cock inside him.

"don't come," he murmurs, and begins to bounce.

his well-loved hole clamps around your cock, wet with lube. you hadn't realised he'd prepped himself. you also hadn't realised he'd stripped off his trousers and torn your shirt and jacket entirely, and that they now puddled carelessly in the corner of the booth. your mind had been too busy swirling with the hot, instinctive, consuming desire to do whatever jimin wished of you.

he moans softly as he speeds up, knees squeezing your hips to keep you from bucking up into him. your nerves feel licked by flames and vacantly, you hear yourself gasping and groaning pathetically, begging him with slurred words and half-syllables to fuck you harder, faster, deeper...

you cry out as he wrenches your head to the side and pierces your jugular, reopening the wounds. his ass slams against your hips with the obscene sound of flesh on flesh and you screw your eyes shut as his tight hole scrapes your cock, his soft walls suffocatingly hot. he gulps down mouthful after mouthful of blood, teeth bared and chin smeared with your thick, hot blood – his claws scrape your temple, stinging and drawing beads of red that drip down the side of your face.

"they can't take care of you as i do, my heart," he hisses, his cries of bliss loud and shameless. "you're mine – mine! you'll moan like this for no one else – do you understand?"

somewhere between the expanding, white-fire throbbing of your cock and the embarrassing sounds slipping from your lips, you agree, babbling obscenities and pleas and apologies for things you can barely remember. your blood feels sticky and warm against your chest, the white shirt glued to your skin. you swallow harshly as jimin smashes his blood-slick lips against yours, panting against each other's lips as his ass clenches irregularly, hot wet walls pumping your aching cock.

"i'm yours, 'm yours, all yours—" you bite down on his shoulder, hips involuntarily chasing his heat "—please let me come, please, sir, please, 'm sorry, 'm s-sorry—!"

"is that right, baby? you're sorry? you won't flirt with worse men right in front of me?" he pants, his reddened cock slapping your stomach and dripping a pool of precum that runs, warm and dizzying, down your sides. "how do i know you're telling the truth?"

"i'm sorry – mngh – won't do it again!" you can't tell where you end and he begins. "please, wanna come, you f-feel so fucking good, i c-can't—"

jimin smiles, fangs poking out over his lower lip, and giggles breathily at your pathetic pleas. you're so silly, he coos to himself – his sweet baby, who loves him more than anything else in the world, who'd allow someone like jimin to rip out your dignity and every shred of power you once had. panting, groaning, perfect body exposed for him to bleed dry – how can he say no to something so cute?

come for me.

the words echo between your ears and your vision whites out as he moans, high and satisfied, in your ear, clamping down around your base as heavy warmth fills him up. he comes hard onto your stomach, glazing it over so prettily – as god intended.

your ears ring as you slump back, nothing but comfortable wool behind those eyes. lazily, jimin strokes your chest and shoulders, rocking his hips slowly to drag out your highs. something clicks in your subconscious and your hands fall to your sides, limp and yours to command once more.

jimin rests against your chest, warm breath puffing shallowly against your neck as he strokes the nape of your neck with slow, mindless circles. he hums, dragging his fingertips against the still-hot blood. he lifts them to his lips and swirls his tongue around them, extracting them with a wet pop.

"you're so pretty when you beg," he whispers, closing his eyes and listening to the strong and steady pumping of your heart. the myocytes, the intercalated discs, the valves – all busy at work to calm you down. if he concentrates hard enough, he feels he can isolate the faint, electric hum of nerve cells, firing constantly across the tiny gaps and zinging down the factory line. “but i can’t have others play with my toys, you understand? what if they break them?”

you mumble something that sounds almost like an 'i’m sorry', and jimin smiles as you shakily wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face in his neck.

"i believe you, baby," he whispers sweetly, kissing your jawline. "but if i see you enjoying someone else's touch once more, i won't go to the trouble of finding a curtain to hide behind again. am i clear, my heart?"

you nod rapidly, squeezing him close. he feels your pleasurable tremble and smiles to himself, stroking your hair gently.

this little game isn't so boring, after all.

#top male reader #x male reader #male reader #bts x male reader #bottom bts #bottom jimin #jimin x male reader #kpop x male reader #bts x reader #kpop x reader #bts smut #jimin smut

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imaginationofacrazyfangirl · 10 months

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Summary: Everyone knows that you and Eastern U's power forward Hoseok are just friends. Even if you do occasionally sleep with each other. Okay, more than occasionally, but who's counting?

-PAIRING: Hoseok x f!reader

-GENRE: smut, 18+, minors dni.

-WARNINGS: fingering, oral (f-receiving), grinding, choking, dirty talk, penetration, dom/sub, Hoseok can be kind of dumb, idiots in love, mention of a dark side, possibly part of a larger series.

Dedicated to @junghelioseok, it took me like five years and probably sucks but here.

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Sports were always overrated until you joined a sorority. Back in high school, the basketball teams seemed to be full of nothing but arrogant athletes throwing their weight around without the realization that no one cared. Half of the time the school ignored their presence, more keen on their own devices, no matter how much the school pressured everyone for “school spirit.” In college however things were a little different. Sure Eastern U still had its arrogant jocks, but this time they had the talent to back it.

Eastern U's basketball team was one the top in the region. Mainly due to the loyalty and hard work of its players. So you felt more comfortable stanning them than those jerks back in high school. Besides, it probably didn’t help that you were part of the sorority in charge of throwing tailgates, after game parties, and rallies for them. Honestly you never would’ve pictured yourself as one of those ‘girls’ back in high school, yet here you are nursing your second beer watching as J-Hope, the team’s power forward, did a keg stand. Your gaze narrows shamelessly as a bit of his shirt falls down revealing a pair of rock hard abs.

You take a sip of your beer trying to mask your sudden appetite. “You are not fooling anyone you know?” Ga-Eun mentions, grinning. The girl is your best friend in the whole sorority, having ‘fostered’ you as your big sister, freshman year. She is a gentle soul unlike many of your other sisters in the house; very down to earth and into the real world, some of the many things that drew her to you.

She also happens to be the girlfriend of the team’s captain, Namjoon. Together she and ‘Captain America’ (as they called Namjoon teasingly, for his serious ‘all American’ boy personality) act as the binding glue to the team members. Unfortunately this all means she is involved in all the boys’ business including who they slept with. “You two should just get together already? I mean it’s not like you hang around anybody else. Besides, Hobi tends to have a one track mind when it comes to you.” Ga-Eun pressures.

You roll your eyes, taking another sip. “You’re exaggerating. Hoseok and I are just friends, who fuck occasionally. No need to put a label on that.”

Ga-Eun snorts. “Right, friends who only fuck each other exclusively. Sounds like more to me.”

“Good thing, I didn’t ask your opinion.” You say with a playful wink.

She nudges you, but before Ga-Eun could carry out her crusade Hoseok hops over proudly raising his arms. “(Y/N), did you see that? Forty-five seconds a personal best.”

“Personal best? Hobi, I think you out-drank the whole party.”

“No way, you should see Yoongi. He's like a fish in water when it comes to drinking. “ Hoseok claims, throwing an arm around you. “Hey Yoongi, do a keg stand!”

“Nah, I’m good.” Yoongi replies. Ever the responsible player, Yoongi very rarely drinks like a fish out of water as Hoseok claims, preferring to remain clear headed and healthy. “Gotta hit the court early tomorrow-like you should be doing.”

“Aaaiiissh, you work too hard, Hyung. The next game isn’t for two weeks, you should be celebrating tonight’s win. Even Namjoon’s relaxing and he’s Captain America.” Hoseok whines.

Ga-Eun lets out a loud laugh looking over at her boyfriend drinking beside the team’s manager Jin. His face is colored a little pink, but nowhere near red like Hoseok’s. Most likely the two are discussing future games and advertisements, but at least they appear to relax more than Eastern U’s star player.

Yoongi smiles, but shakes his head. “I’m going to head home. Maybe shoot a few hoops on the way. (Y/N), take care of him. Dumbass is the biggest lightweight amongst us. He’ll probably be feeling that keg stand in a few seconds.”

“Gotach.” You say, already feeling Hoseok’s swaying weight. Said redhead lets out a little whine about his friend leaving early, but you are able to stave him off. “Come on big boy. I think you already had enough tonight. You’re going to have a killer headache hangover in the morning.”

“But I haven’t played beer pong yet? Jimin and I were going to destroy Jungkook and his team. Teach that kid some respect for us older players.” Hoseok pouts, ranting about the maknae’s disrespect. Thankfully there is no heat behind his words, despite your own personal feeling on the matter. Yoongi might be Eastern U’s top player now, but his throne is definitely threatened by freshman Jungkook, who got on varsity without spending any time on JV. The boy is naturally gifted- no denial there. However he lacks discipline or humility unlike the others.

“You can do that next time. Maybe before you do a forty-five second keg stand.” you hum, leading him up the stairs into your room. It isn’t unusual on nights like these that Hoseok spends the night rather than trek across campus back to his dorm. It is easier and probably for the best seeing how you can easily picture a drunk Hobi, wandering around campus talking to everything he sees. Plus it would be a lie to say you didn’t enjoy nights spent asleep next to him; his arm stretched out protectively around your upper body as if scared you’d disappear.

“Aaahh, your bed is so comfy. I could sleep here all night.” Hoseok groans, making himself comfortable.

You snort, changing out of your bra and shirt. Away from the party you are now free to be as comfy as you want, which means booty shorts and an oversized t-shirt. Sloppy compared to your prior outfit, but you don’t feel the need to always present like some girls do. Especially not when it comes to Hoseok, who enjoys you in pajama pants as equally as he does, when you wear your usual sorority ‘approved’ outfit. Perhaps if you guys were more than the occasional friends who screwed things would be different, but you aren’t.

“Hmmm...if I knew we were coming up here to do this. I would’ve left the party a while ago.” Hoseok groans, adjusting himself.

Your mouth dries at the sight of him touching himself. Sleeping with Hoseok tonight wasn't originally the plan, but it appears as if tables have turned. Then again doesn’t it always end up this way? One reason or another Hoseok ends up in your dorm only to pound the ever loving fuck out of you.

Slowly you crawl on top of him, cladded only in a pair of plain white panties. “Sex wasn’t my plan originally, but if you feel up for it-”

He grabs your hips, forcing you to straddle his waist. A moan escapes you at the feel of his hardness under those baggy pants of his. “Who said I wasn’t up for it? I’m always up when it comes to you, princess.” Hoseok purrs, kissing your breast.

A lewd wet sound fills the room as he lavishes your breasts with his tongue. It always surprises you how much attention Hoseok pays you. Most men dive straight for the kill. Hoseok however takes his time whenever with you. Almost paying homage to you with his mouth and fingers. “Such pretty breasts, princess. I could play with them all day.” he teases, taking a nipple into his hot mouth.

Your mouth falls open releasing a loud gasp as his tongue swirls over it. Subconsciously you begin to rock your hips desperate for friction. “ Needy girl, aren’t we?” Hoseok chastises. He places a quick kiss to the side of your neck, before stilling your hips with his forceful grip. “But I’m not done playing yet. There’s still so much left of you, I haven’t gotten to taste.”

His tongue trails down your neck, eliciting a shudder from you as Hoseok places open mouth kisses on it. If Hoseok’s attention to your breast is odd, then the hyper attention to your neck is just downright crazy.The boy has a thing for your neck, even when sex isn’t an option. Whether it is the protective arm over it in his sleep or him accidentally clotheslining you each time he comes in for a hug, Hoseok loves your neck. “I am going to have so many hickies…” you gasp as he nibbles on your skin.

“I’m sure you’ll figure something out.” Hoseok mutters, lathering your skin with affection. His teeth skin your neck, teasing it slightly, before sinking themselves into you. A low gasp escapes you as you move against his erection desperate for friction. “There, all marked up nice and pretty for me, princess. Now everyone will know your mine.”

Heat pools down between your legs. Oh how badly you wish for that to be true. As much as you deny it to Ga-Eun, you really do like Hoseok and more than friends do. He is just so perfect in an inexplicable way. However, you know he has no interest in you. Hoseok might not be as much of a ladies man as his teammates, Jimin or Jungkook are, but he does have a couple girls on his radar outside of you.

You kiss him, teeth biting gently on his lower lip. He smirks against your lip, before licking your lips demanding access. You open your mouth allowing his tongue to slip in. Slowly Hoseok’s hands move up, his fingers crawling over your bare skin before settling themselves on your body. One arm reaches around you pressing its hand onto your head while the other presses between your shoulder blades.

Hoseok always loves being in control. There is something about it that makes him crazy . Perhaps it is the leading not following that got him the high, but something tells you deep down there might be something more about it. After all, you sometimes get the hint that deep inside Hoseok there is some unadulterated hatred towards his sunny personality. “That’s my girl so beautiful.” he whispers, flipping over suddenly.

Your body falls gently amongst the blankets. Hair floating gently across the pillow as Hoseok spreads your limbs out with his hands and knees. He crouches over you, his eyes fill with hunger as they look at you. Shivers run up your spine at the animalistic shift in Hoseok. Sunnyside boy definitely has a dark side to him and you can’t say you exactly hated it. “Hoseok, baby...take me please.” you whine.

Again his lips descend desperately onto yours. This time with an urgency you only ever experience with Hoseok. Desperately he struggles to slide his sweats off, only managing to do so thanks to your assistance. A grin spreads across his lip as he throws both hoodie and shirt to the ground now completely naked. “No boxers?” you grin, reaching out to touch his pecs.

The warmth of his smooth skin radiates beneath your fingers. You can feel his heart beat rapidly underneath your palm. “Why bother? They’re only a pain to take off when I'm fucking you.” He says, pecking your lips.

Before you can question Hoseok further, he dives down scooping your legs up over his shoulder. You gasp at the feeling of his warm breath against your opening. His grin spreads further out and a wicked look crosses him as Hoseok flicks his tongue against your lips. Your body shakes as he gives a few more long languid licks to your pussy. Teasingly Hoseok dips his tongue into your core once or twice, penetrating but not satisfying the urge between your legs. “Always so tasty for me.” he murmurs, licking once more at your clit.

You blush hiding behind your hands. It isn't the first time Hoseok commented as such. The boy loves his dirty talk, yet you always find yourself embarrassed by his words. Passed lovers never talked as much, nor did they enjoy eating you out like Hoseok did. "Nuh uh, no hiding from me, princess. " he chastises, pushing your hands away. He places a teasing kiss on your wrist, staring hungrily at you. "Hide from me again and I'll have to tie these pretty wrists up."

You moan unabashedly.

He smirks, "Now hold still and let me enjoy my snack. "

His tongue flattens against you running a long stripe along your pussy. You shiver as it draws circles around your clit. Teeth graze over the little nub teasingly causing you to gasp. Even without looking you know Hoseok is smirking. The boy becomes a cocky little shit whenever in bed, however seeing how he has the talent...A pair of fingers slips into your core filling you to the brim. “Hoseok…” You whimper as he moves them.

“Relax baby. It’s all about you right now so enjoy.” He whispers, breath teasing your pussy. His tongue flattens once more against your clit licking it, occasionally meeting his fingers momentarily inside your core. It doesn't take long for that coil inside you to spring and juices to spray on Hoseok. A sigh escapes as you relax against the bed, eyes watching Hoseok lick his lips shamelessly. "Tasty."

"Shut up." You squeal, smacking him with a pillow.

He grins. "Seriously. My favorite snack, better than any energy drink or protein bar I had. "

You smack him again. Sometimes this boy says the dumbest shit, yet somehow it still comes out as profound or romantic. "You know most people wouldn't compare their lover's taste to a protein bar.”

Hoseok shrugs, “You know what I mean.”

Before you can reply he slides you to his waist. Almost as if automatically your legs clamp around him feeling the hard length of his cock against your core. A moan escapes you when he rubs it teasingly against you. “You’re like an energizer to me, (Y/N). When I’m with you, my body comes alive no matter how tired or drunk I may be. Hence energy drink or protein bar.” He states, moving your body against his.

You barely hear his words over the feel of his cock. Something about the way Hoseok uses you for his own pleasure brings you deep satisfaction. He may worship you like no other man, but he is in now way submissive to you. “Are you even listening, princess? I’m trying to have a heart to heart here, and all you can think about is my cock.” Hoseok chastises, but continues to grind against you.

“Sh-shut up. You know exactly what you’re doing.” you accuse.

A dangerous glint sparks in Hoseok's eyes at your words. He reaches out, placing a hand around your neck. His large hand grips it tightly forcing you to look at him. “You’re the one acting like a whore, princess. You're practically drenching my cock in your juices and I’m not even in yet.” Hoseok replies, “Maybe I should stop since you hate it so much-”

“No!” You shout suddenly. The plea comes out in a wispy cough as his finger continues to put pressure on your neck. Your heart beats so fast in your chest, that you're sure he can feel through his grip. You look up at him pleadingly. “Please…don’t stop, Hobi.”

Your words must satisfy him for Hoseok slips himself inside. Even through his grip, your cry is sharp and loud. So much so that you pray Ga-Eun and the others are still out. Last thing you need is your sorority sisters making fun of you…or worse asking when you and Hoseok are going to be official. “Hey, thoughts on me, princess. Only me.” Hoseok whispers, “I’m the one in charge here. So focus on me.”

“Ye-yes sir.” you gasp. His hips met yours at a slow pace. Each thrust of his body slowly dragging his cock through you, meeting each and every sweet spot within you. Slow and languid usually wasn’t your thing, but Hoseok somehow is able to make it the best precursor to any hard sex you ever had. Something which according to experience would be happening at any moment.

“Such a good princess for me. Always nice and tight for me.” Hoseok kisses your cheek. He looks at you as if you're a piece of priceless artwork. As if you’re something so fragile you can break at any moment. A sickly sweet act if not for knowing how Hoseok really thinks. Most people prefer to treat priceless artwork carefully, fearful of ruining its beauty. Hoseok desires nothing more than to fix it into his own vision.

His hips speed up, thrusting into you like a wild man. You moan arching your back only for him to tighten his hold on your neck. You begin to feel slightly light headed when his spare hand reaches in between your legs and finds your clit. A burst of pleasure floods over you and you come, clenching tightly around him.

Hoseok lets out a low encouraging groan. His pace now sloppy and hard as he fucks you for his own high. It doesn’t take long before he pulls out, spraying his cum onto your sheets. He practically collapses on top of you.

You two lie there for a few seconds, body shaking from the aftermath of your orgasms. “Fuck, seriously (Y/N). No one fucks me as well as you do.” Hoseok huffs.

You snort. “Thanks I guess.”

Hoseok smiles against your skin. “You know. Maybe Ga-Eun is right, and we should make it official. Afterall, I would hate for someone to find out just how perfect you are.”

Perfect. You would never classify yourself as perfect. You are a bookworm who played in the school’s marching band throughout high school. It’s only by some stroke of luck that you ended up in a sorority fucking one of Eastern U’s players. And still….you want this. You want to be Hoseok’s perfect princess. More than that, you want to continue exploring parts of Hoseok that others did not see.

“Let’s do it. Let’s become official.”

#hoseok x reader #hoseok smut #hoseok #hoseok imagine #bts #jung hoseok #j hope #j hope x reader #j hope smut #jhope #bts fic

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anjelicawrites · 1 year

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Title: Between safety and need

Pairing: dom!Osferh x sub!reader x dom!Aemond Targaryen and all the combinations thereof.

NSFW, 18 + only please and specific warnings under the cut!

Warnings: smut, spanking, edging, nipple and clit clamp, orgasm denial, cunnilingus, p in v sex, double penetration, ass play, sex toys use, angst with a happy ending, sub dropping, Reader being a brat.

A/N: nonnie I am so sorry it took me so long to answer to this one!!! I hope you'll like it, even though it took me so long to write it!!!

There are days where you are a brat to get your lovers’ attention, others where it’s more of a ruse just because you feel playful like that. Today is neither of those, today you feel bothered by everything: the sound of the TV in the background, Aemond’s fingers on the keyboard, even the gentle snoring of the cats sounds like nails against a blackboard. You had tried all you could to drive the feeling away: shutting yourself in your own study, listening to your favorite podcast and going for a long walk in the countryside, to no avail; your own skin irks you to no end. The pinnacle of your irritation explodes when you and your lovers are in the living room while you try, unsuccessfully to read a book and you snap at Osferth

“Would you please stop making that sound?”

“I’m breathing?” he stares at you with big, surprised eyes

“Then stop! It’s irritating!”.

Usually he’s the one to take the situation in hand when you are like this, it surprises you to no end to feel Aemond’s hand on your neck, fingers curling gently to keep you in place.

“That’s enough, ñuha jorrāelagon, my love”

“Let go of me, Aemond Targaryen” you bite back

“No, I don’t think I will. You’ve been beyond heinous today. I am quite done with you and Osferth is as well”.

If you were less irked, you’d run away, because Aemond is deadly calm, which means you’ve managed to get on his last nerve. That rarely happens, he’s usually patient with you, even when anyone else would already be angry.

“You don’t tell me what to do!”.

Deaf as you are to everything, you don’t realize this is the worst thing to say. You start to realize the moment Aemond’s hand sneaks into your hair to grab the roots tight and pull your head back to look into your eyes.

“I think I will, since you are incapable of being yourself today”.

Aemond is rarely angry with you and even less times he’s expressed his emotions physically the way he’s doing now. Grabbing your hair like this is more of an Osferth move, in general, overpowering you this way is what your other lover usually does when you are being a brat, for Aemond to resort to this, it means you have truly overstepped.

You try to say something but Osferth gently puts a finger on your lips, calm and collected, the darkness of his anger pooling in his lovely eyes.

“Shh, I think you’ve talked enough for today. I know you want to say that you are sorry, but saying it just because now you realize you will be punished is meaningless. We’ll know when you are sorry”.

With that he lifts you over his shoulder, deaf to your grunting and to your fists against his strong back and heads to the bedroom. This is a curveball. Aemond doesn’t play as hard as you and Osferth sometimes do, it’s physically impossible for him to bear many of the things you two do; if he��s being part of this, what are they going to do to you?

You can literally feel the cogs in your head run faster and faster the closer the bedroom is, your brain creating scenarios upon scenarios, until your mind is a mess of images and ideas.

None too gently Osferth deposits you on the bed and orders you to stay put, in a tone that admits zero comebacks. You sit still, hands folded, eyes smoldering: you are not giving either of them the satisfaction of knowing how much this is off putting to you. You stare at them with an adversarial smile on your face, inward you wish to know what they are whispering, Osferth’s forehead against Aemond’s, one of his hands in his long strands.

The moment Aemond leaves you two, Osferth turns toward you, eyes dark and scanning your face.

“Stand up and undress - his voice is sharp - make it fast, you don’t want me to be halfway when Aemond comes back” he adds when you don’t move.

You recognize the tone, it’s his more dominant side that’s come out to play. You feel yourself being torn between following his command and brat out even more.

“You will get a spanking. Ten strikes because I am feeling nicer than you deserve - he says while sitting on the bed, legs spread - if Aemond comes back before I am done, you will have no orgasms for a week”.

The threat makes you undress quickly and lie on Osferth’s legs even quicker. When he threatens you with that, you know he will deliver and, because he plays dirty, he will use you thoroughly for his pleasure for the duration of the ban, trying to make you come, just so he can extend your punishment.

“You know you only have to be mad at yourself for this, right? I was going to be nice and look at what you are making me do. Count for me and say how grateful you are; if I like your tone I might not hit you that hard”.

The first slap lands on your ass and you bark out your instructions, the second and the third are so fast you can barely speak, by the fourth you feel the tears in your eyes. After the fifth, Osferth grabs your asscheek in a tight hold that makes you scream in pain and squirm in his lap.

“I wonder why you are making such a fuss about this. You are wet - he says, sticking two fingers in your cunt and curling them until you moan - a liar and a brat. I was too loose with my handling of you. Fear not, I will not make this mistake ever again, my love”.

He’s almost reached ten and you are already drooling on his tight, begging him for something you don’t know, pity, or maybe more pain until your brain stops working for a while.

You are not in subspace, yet, you are not fully yourself either, loose and weightless when Osferth grabs your hair, forcing your body into a kneeled position to kiss you roughly, his pent up anger and arousal owning you.

His hand is still in your hair when he tells you to sit on the bed again, to which you comply slowly, your limbs still feeling alien to you.

By the time Aemond arrives, you are more back into yourself, your arse stinging with every small movement you make against the cotton of the sheets, your bratty smirk back on your lips.

You are not sure Aemond took so long with whatever supplies he needed, because he couldn’t find them, or because he wanted to give you time to handle the first part of your punishment; whatever the reason, you tell him you are sorry, when he kneels between your spread legs.

“Are you, though, ñuha dāria, my queen?” he asks, his eye boring into yours.

You are and you aren’t. You’d still maintain that life irks you as of now, but maybe telling Osferth to stop breathing was a tad too much.

You know you should stay silent, because Aemond knows all that you are thinking right now: he’s terrifying when he gets like this and uses his analytical skills on you. If he weren’t so subby, he’d make a great dom, whatever those labels mean, your combined sexualities being more fluid than whatever word you use to describe yourselves.

“I thought so - he says, gently cupping your face in his warm hands - know that this brings me no pleasure”

“Are you sure about that?” Osferth kneels behind him, one hand on his cheek to turn his face towards him

“Maybe a little” he admits, his eye trained on you, before kissing Osferth with hunger.

You curl your fingers around the cotton of the sheets, unwilling to show your lovers how much you need them, just by seeing them kiss: you can feel the warmth expanding in your core, the wetness redoubling there and you bit your lower lip to stay quiet, as the kiss turns more physical, Aemond tumbling over Osferth, who just absorbs his weight with a moan, his hands going to his shoulders to make sure he’s not moving, their hips moving in tandem, until they have to separate, a thin tendril of spit connecting their red lips.

“Do you want to change plans?” Osferth asks, his hips jutting up teasingly and you’d call him a whore, lovingly, if the circumstances were different.

Aemond stares at him and then at you, a pensive uhm leaving his lips.

“Maybe another time?”

“Yeah, another punishment” Osferth answers, removing his t-shirt.

You get a second of respite, to try and find your feet, before your lovers sit flanking you on the bed, their hands proprietary on your skin, touching, pinching, scratching, until you moan, wanton.

“Lie back on the bed and let us play, pretty toy”

“Feel free to scream all you want, ñuha dāria and use your safeword, if you need to”.

You huff at that, as if you’d need to safeword your way out of a punishment.

“I’m letting that slide. Next time I’m not going to be so charitable” Osferth says, fingers pinching one nipple tight

“Yes sir - you blurt out, the pain zinging up and down your spine - I’m sorry sir”

“Still a brat, I see. That’s going to be a long punishment. We are going to have fun, you? Not so sure” he tells you, before showing you up the bed.

In the corner of your eyes, you see Aemond deposit on the bed the small chest where you all keep the toys. You had to hide the thing when Finan came over to help with putting together the new bed Osferth made and neither of you had the chance to use the contents ever since: you are fucked, you are so very fucked.

Your train of thoughts is cut short by their lips again, kissing paths of fire on your skin, sucking your breasts until you let out a shrill sound of pleasure when you feel fingers gently part your folds, Aemond delicately exploring you, curling his to massage your G-spot. You’d scream, but Osferth is kissing you, swallowing every single sound you make, one hand painfully clenching around one soft breast as you feel your orgasm approaching, cunt tightening around Aemond’s fingers. So close, so close, his pads delicious against that rough patch inside of you, you’re almost there, almost…

You tear your lips from Osferth’s when Aemond’s fingers leave you right before your orgasm. You stare at him with accusatory eyes, legs clenched together in the vain attempt to seize what he’s denied you.

“I’m so sorry, ñuha dāria - he says - this is still punishment”.

You groan when Osferth sucks your juices from Aemond’s fingers, his eyes boring into yours, challenging you to look away. He is so sensual, his pink tongue lapping Aemond’s long fingers, lips slowly sinking down their whole length, until they’ve bottomed out inside his greedy mouth and he moans, filthy and deep in his chest.

“Delicious - he eyes your cunt - I think I need to go to the source, though”.

With sure hands he moves your legs over his shoulders, keeping you at the mercy of his tongue and fingers, and he has none. He knows how to play you, knows how to twist his fingers just right, in tandem with Aemond’s lips on your breasts. He has to pin you on the bed when he starts writing the alphabet on your clit with his tongue, your legs kicking against his back, your torso arching with every sinful stroke, shrill screams of pleasure and torment escape your mouth, until he stops, again, right before you can come all over his face.

You try to clench your legs again in vain, your boys spreading them gently, eyeing your center like hungry wolves and you can do nothing but cover your face with your hands, as they descend upon you. You lose track of whose fingers are fucking you, whose tongue is lavishing your clit, whose teeth are gently nibbling there, until they don’t and fresh tears spill from your eyes.

“Shh, ñuha dōna, my sweet - Aemond gently cradles your body in his arms, letting you cry against his chest - shh”

“Please” you say, brokenly, your body a bundle of nerves

“Not yet - Osferth gently turns your body so you lie on your back, head on Aemond’s chest - not yet pretty toy”

“I’ve learnt my lesson, I promise”

“We know what’s best for you - he says, kissing your forehead - it’s not time yet”

“When it’s time, I promise it’s going to burn like a supernova, ñuha qēlos, my star”.

A tortured sound escapes your mouth when Osferth enters you, every ridge of his cock like fire against your aching walls. You wail at the pace he’s set, deep and rough pushes that you feel in your whole body, his hands leaving imprints on the soft skin of your tights, to keep you against his body, to grind against you with every push in. Aemond grabs your cheeks with one hand, opening your mouth to let a thin tendril of spit dribble there and you swallow unprompted, anything to show them you are being good, that you’ve learnt your lesson.

With a groan and a hand around his base, Osferth pulls out, making you scream when he turns you on your front, a hand in your hair to force you on your fours.

“Be good and open your mouth” he murmurs in your ear.

You do that, your tongue lolling out, which grants you a slap on your arse and a ‘good girl’.

Now it’s Aemond’s hands on your hips, pushing you back on his cock, until he’s seated inside of you, grinding until you scream, only to have Osferth’s cock push inside your mouth, your combined tastes making your arch in pleasure and curl like a vise around Aemond.

“Best cunt you’ve ever had, right?” Osferth says, cupping Aemond’s nape

“And mouth”

“Yeah”.

Like the good girl you can be, you cross your wrist on your lower back, to let them have full control on your body, and they do. While kissing over you, Osferth fucks your slack mouth brutally, one hand on your nape to keep your there, to slot himself in your throat until you kick your legs when the oxygen is not enough, his movements spurred on by the gurgling, lewd sounds you’re making. Aemond’s pushes are passionate and slow, your cunt wet and loose and perfect around him, hitting your insides just right, one hand taking one of yours, to show you that he still loves you, even when you are being punished. When he picks up speed, he pushes you on Osferth’s cock and you just let yourself being used like this, being pushed and pulled between their bodies, until tendrils of your own orgasm start spreading and you don’t know how to tell them, that you’re getting too close, that you’re almost there, so very close.

When they leave your body, you just flop on the bed, tears of frustration down your cheeks. It’s Osferth who comes to you, he cradles you against himself, his lips softly kissing your tears, until you’ve calmed enough to speak.

“What’s your color?”

“Green, please Osferth” you babble

“Not yet, not yet. You’re taking your punishment so well”

“It hurts so bad, please” you’re a whining mess, so far away from the bitchy brat you’ve been all day

“I know, but that’s what punishment is about. If you like it, then it’s not working”.

He is so reasonable that you have no counter argument, just disconnected words of regret and need blabbed against his neck.

You can feel Aemond’s body behind you, one hand turning your face so he can look at you.

“Do you think you can move again? Raise your hips up for me?”

“Yes, Aemond please”

“Sȳz riña, good girl” and you shiver.

Your boys have to help you move, your legs start to feel like jelly and they have to move them for you, until your arse is up and your face on the mattress.

You tremble when you hear the lube being uncapped, the cold substance being poured on your hole and then Aemond’s index breaching you, slowly, following the way your body responds to the stimuli, adding another finger to gently scissor you, soft moans spilling from your mouth, your clit tingling with every slow movement, your hands searching Osferth’s, needing the tether like a man lost at sea.

Your fingernails bite Osferth’s hands when Aemond pushes the smallest plug in your ass, your nerves responding tenfold to the action. Turning on your back is torment, their fingers burn your skin, the cotton on your back bites at your body; you don’t know if you’ll manage not to safeword your way out of trouble today.

The gentle whirring of the clit sucker makes you groan, your hips jump when Osferth places it on your clit, mercifully on the lowest setting, still your body rocks side to side, legs uselessly trying to close around his arm, Aemond’s lips sucking your breasts are a sweet torment that makes you arch your back, eyes closed, teeth biting your lower lip. You scream when the first clamp closes around your nipple and Aemond has to pull your forehead against his, soothing words cascading from his lips, until his fingers start playing with your other nipple, teasing it into a peak, only to punish it with the other clamp. In the midst of your torment, you try to warn your boys that you’re close again, you don’t want to fail and be punished!

“Shh, I know, I know” Osferth removes the clit sucker and kisses your belly button, his short stubble tickles your tummy

“You’re doing so well, hae iā sȳz riña, like a good girl” Aemond’s lips steal yours in a kiss, slow and passionate, to which you respond with all your remaining energies, one hand sneaking in his hair.

You have to tear your lips away from his when a bigger plug enters you, your eyes begging Osferth to go slow, which he does, with eyes scanning your face for signs that he should stop; all he can see is your features tormented by pleasure again, when Aemond’s fingers enter your cunt, purposefully hitting your spot, your hands flailing on the sheets. You are so beautiful like this, desperate and ready, his thirst for you redoubling, as if he hadn’t already had a taste of your pussy.

His tongue laps at your clit, lips sucking the small bud in sync with Aemond’s fingers inside of you, your cries of pleasure music for his ears, your hands in his hair spurring him on to play with you until you are the closest you’ve been today to your orgasm.

When they release your body, you curl into yourself, their stares feel like they’re burning your skin; you can’t physically manage to bear them.

You realize your mistake when Aemond’s hand tugs at the plug inside of you, pulling it partially out to gently push it in again and again and again, until it exits you and he orders you to turn on your fours. You try, but they have to position you, Osferth’s hand in your hair to keep you upright, while cold lube is poured on your hole again, to prepare you for the biggest plug you three own, the last they’re going to use on your.

You try to relax as much as your body allows you to, still the bulbous parts of the dildo feel like they’re splitting you in two, your muscles barely capable of accepting the last one.

“Do you know a lovely fact about your cunt? - Osferth murmurs in your ear - it becomes deliciously tighter when your arse is full. Here, let me show you”.

Your body is nothing more than a ragdoll he can maneuver to sit on his cock, until he’s bottomed out. You feel so full you can’t breath, his girthy cock feels ten times bigger, your cunt barely capable of accepting it, his fingers on your clit forcing your muscles to curl around him even tighter as he grinds against you.

You can barely feel the sting of Aemond's hand grabbing your hair to turn your head to kiss you again, his free hand playing with the clamps on your nipples, your orgasm curling in your tummy, until they both stop and you don’t even have the strength to scream anymore, tears streaming down your face, wet cunt leaking down your thighs.

“Will you be good for us, ñuha dāria? We’re almost there”.

Aemond turns you on your back again, entering you with a groan of pleasure at the added pressure of the plug in your arse, pushing slowly, needing you to feel every inch of his cock seated in your velvety walls, drinking down every wailing sound you make with each and every movement he makes. He loathes that he has to leave your cunt so soon, but you are dangerously close to orgasm and he doesn’t want you to fail; still there’s one last thing he needs to do.

You lie on the bed spent and wired up at the same time, wet and frustrated beyond imagination, nerves firing with every breath you take. You can’t, you can’t anymore, it hurts too bad to be denied like this but you can’t find the strength to use your safeword: you had worse, you can bear it and Aemond has even said that you’re almost done!

You can’t see what Aemond has in his hand, the rush of the blood in your ears covers his rummaging in the chest of toys and the knowing uhm of Osferth, when he sees what he has planned for the final leg of your punishment, knowing this is the maximum he can dish out. He is always amazed by the way Aemond plays with you, gentle and cruel at the same time and so patient, eyeing you like a hawk, while he’s letting the dragon out.

The bite of the clamp on your engorged clit steals a scream from your lips, your hands barely stopping from removing it, hips pushing against nothing in pain and pleasure

“We’re almost there. Do you think you can go through this?” Osferth asks, big hand caressing your contracting tummy.

You need a second to answer, you want to go through this, you can’t bear this punishment anymore, but you want to show your lovers you’re being good, but it hurts so bad to quench your orgasm every time they touch you, you, you, you, God you mind is unraveling already!

“Yes, please” you say with a small voice, that wins you a gentle kiss on your forehead from each of your loves

“Relax as much as you can” Aemond asks and you try to, even though it’s so hard.

The rabbit vibrator is not the biggest toy you own, but your body is so strung up it feels like it’s splitting you in two halves, the pressure doubled with your arse still full of the plug, even the slow setting Aemond has chosen is a torment that forces you to writhe on the sheets, mewling like a bitch in heath, while the smaller part against your captive clit drives you absolutely mental with pain, and desire.

“Look at us” Osferth’s ask, his voice telling you that you can’t say no.

Your two loves are embracing one another, cocks leaky and erect gently rubbing against one another, Aemond’s lips leaving marks on Osferth’s throat, the latter’s hands on the other man’s arse, kneading the muscles there.

“Don’t take your eyes off us, ñuha dāria. This is the last thing we ask you to do and then you can come”.

You wail, desperate: there’s nothing more erotic than your lovers taking care of one another, their bodies entwined, enslaved to pleasure.

You feel hot and cold at the same time as Osferth lies Aemond on the bed, his lips sucking on his erect nipples until the other moans and arches his back, hands grabbing Osferth’s short locks to pull him even closer to his body.

Both their erections have been tormenting them from the moment they’ve started playing with you, each time they had to pull out, curbing their own orgasm, had been torture, your body calling theirs into its depths. Now, kissing and sliding against one another, cocks red and balls so full it feels like they’re going to explode, renders them deaf to everything but their own moans of pleasure, and that’s why they don’t notice immediately your silence.

The music of your moans and keens of pleasure has been in Osferth's ears, mixed with Aemond's, creating the best array of sounds he could even hope for, now there's only Aemond's soft moans of need and pleasure: something is wrong.

Osferth turns his head to you and sees that you are frozen on the bed, eyes open but not staring at them, full of fear, your hands clenched painfully. Shit! Shit! Shit! he thinks.

"Aemond!".

His tone it's the warning sign that kicks Aemond awake from his sexual reverie, his eye training on your unmoving body, a curse on his lips the moment he realizes they have fucked up.

Frenzied they remove all the toys tormenting you, their bodies enveloping yours under the covers, pressing you between them, their hands caressing you gently, while they call your name, softly, trying to lure you back from the depths of your own mind.

Despite their warm bodies, you feel cold, as if you have no blood in your body. Every muscle hurts, but the worst is your mind, spinning out of control, violent memories plaguing you, blocking you from doing anything, even calling for help. Your lovers' voices have to fight the whirlwind of your thoughts, with tremendous effort you try to focus on them, their tone calm, but with an undercurrent of fear: you have to come back to them, but God it’s so hard to take back yourself from the terror freezing you!

You don't know how long it takes for you to feel your body again, your heart beating a maddening tattoo in your chest, your fingers searching whomever hands' are the closest to feel that you are gaining control back. You want to call their names, but only a strangled cry escapes and then the tears, copious down your cheeks, the sobs welcome because they wreck your body, making you feel real, back where you belong to.

If possible, Osferth and Aemond hug you even tighter, each of your sobs stabs them with guilt: too hard, they've used you too hard and didn't even realize it, this wasn't supposed to happen, still it did and both your lovers are devoured by guilt. How, between the two of them, they didn’t realize? You looked tired, yes, but not more than usual during play and Osferth had dommed you harder than he did this time and nothing happened: what did he miss?

“I’m so sorry - you manage to say - I don’t know why…” and you stop, unsure

“It happens to you, sometimes” Osferth tries to reassure you, not that his own words make him feel any better

“It’s just - you search for the right words, the feat hard with your brain still reeling from the violent sub drop - when I saw you two together, I felt alone, I don’t know why”

“We’re so sorry” Aemond tells, lips in your hair

“No, don’t be! - you crane your neck to look at him - not your fault. My brain misfires sometimes”.

Aemond knows, but it doesn't really matter: he's your protector and he's failed.

You three fall into an uneasy silence, you feeling their combined pain and guilt, them trying their hardest to make sure you are feeling safe, battling against their consciences.

You are not sure how much time has passed, before your body starts to feel like it is your own again: brain less muddled and muscles tired, to the point that you will need to be carried around for the rest of the day. Pressed as you are between your lovers, you can smell sweat and sex on their skins, you feel the thrum of Aemond’s soft humming and Osferth’s fingertips on you, all small signals that help you back into yourself, where you need to be.

Slowly your skin registers theirs again, their faded erections starting to come back, aided by the proximity of your body and its spell, your unhurried breathing and face playfully rubbing against them, like a happy cat, your arse pushing back, against Aemond’s swelling cock.

“Stop it” he tells you, trying to put some distance between your delectable ass and his erection

“Why? I need you”

“I am here”

“I don’t mean in that sense”.

You know Aemond struggles, sometimes, when you give him the reins, between what he likes to do to you, and his fear of hurting you, because to him, you are delicate, made of glass, someone he needs to keep safe from everyone, even from himself. There’s this constant push and pull between you two: you demonstrate to him, again and again, that you can take it, and him, who tries to reconcile his two minds.

“Aemond is right - Osferth murmurs against your forehead - this one was bad. You were out for a while”.

You hug Osferth tighter. You know he worries a lot whenever you sub drop, as if it’s his fault and not your stupid brain; besides, shit happens even during the best planned scenes, you both know that.

“I am feeling better, and I need you two” you say

“You thought you could make it, and look what happened”

“I miscalculated a lot - you answer - I am more focused now, please. I still feel so strung up” and you are.

With the feel of your own body back, so it’s the frustration of so many missed orgasms, nerves itching with every small movement you make.

“We can be quick”

“I don’t need quick”

“Tell us what it is that you desire, ñuha dōna and we decide, together”.

You feel the warmth of shame, mixed with giddiness, expand in your body. For all your sexual prowess, this is something you’ve never done; on one hand, you are happy to try it with Osferth and Aemond, on the other, you are afraid to ask.

“I want you to take my cunt and arse at the same time - both your lovers exhale a surprised huff of breath - please?”.

A sliver of anxiety enters your voice again. The awful feeling of being abandoned by them rearing its ugly head.

“It is a lot - Osferth’s hand finds home in your hair to crane your neck, needing to look into your eyes - we are a lot”

“We might hurt you” the struggle in Aemond’s voice breaks your heart: he cares so much about you

“Please, I know, please. I am more ready than I will ever be, please don’t abandon me”.

You know you are being unreasonable, that they mean well, still you haven’t expunged all the nastiness the sub drop left behind, you can feel panic rising again, squeezing your chest.

“We’ll never abandon you, ñuha dāria” Aemond maneuvers his body so he can look into your eyes

“You are stuck with us, forever. We just care about your wellbeing” Osferth adds.

You try to take a deep breath and calm yourself, to explain yourself better.

“I know how well endowed you both are. I know it will be difficult, but not impossible. Please, I want this first with you two. I had been thinking about it for so long!”.

Your two lovers stare at one another, a silent dialog in their stare: your safety comes first, even before your desires, which don’t exist in a vacuum, they are not mindless sex machines, they too have needs and fears you have to acknowledge. It will kill them to know that they have hurt you just because they were being careless.

You tell yourself all of this, trying to kill the anxiety burning in your belly. Even if they say no, they love you and denying you something comes from a place of love and care, not indifference.

You feel anxiety spread like an itch you can’t scratch and hate that your mind is spiraling again, producing fears you seem incapable to squash.

“We’ll do it - Osferth tells you after what seemed to be centuries of wait - if we feel like something is wrong we stop”.

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, your mind gripping itself into reason.

“If we were to stop - Aemond turns your body to face you fully - is for your safety. It doesn’t mean we don’t love you or that we will not try again. You have to trust us on this”

“Yes, I know. Thank you. Thank you for giving me this” and you mean every word.

They kiss you, slow and gentle, their hands caress your body like it’s made of glass, like you are fragile, their gentle motions shaping your desire in something less urgent, like flames hiding under the ash that warm your whole body and lull your mind into calmness.

It’s their hands that move you into position, your ass up in the air and your face in the mattress, Aemond’s face close to yours, one hand holding yours as the other goes to your folds, fingers finding their way between your lips to caress the skin there, to play with your hole and clit; you moan, your nerves still remembering the recent assault of sensations, but you try to stay calm, to feel what Aemond is doing without urging him on, following his lead.

With the same gentleness, Osferth pours lube on your hole and starts preparing you; it’s easy, you had worn the big plug for so long your body is ready, still he takes his time to opening you up, just following the signals your body is giving him, the hand he has on your hip there to caress the skin and give you a sense of security.

You are a babbling mess by the time they decide you are ready, wet and loose and desperate for their touch again, your fingers holding Aemond’s hands grabbing desperately.

You hear Osferth groan as he prepares himself and your breath quickens in excitement, his hand like a brand on your hip.

You both sigh when his head starts breaching you. It doesn’t matter how many plugs, or for how long he has prepared you, taking him makes you feel like he’s owning you, like he’s mastering your body into doing his bidding, your muscles trying to push him out, until they just give up and accept his assault, until he is fully seated and his hips are flush against your ass. You try to breath and to force all your muscles to relax around him: you feel so full and ready to feel him move, but he doesn’t, he just breaths in tandem with you until you are completely relaxed and then props your body up, slowly, until you are flush against him and Aemond can slide under you two.

Osferth is keeping your whole body up, making sure you are not fully sitting on him, your body can't sheat him that way or he'll hurt you.

Aemond stares at you like you are a miracle, a goddess bestowing her presence on him, letting her body be ravished by a couple of heathens.

"Are you still sure?" his cock hurts but you safety is paramount

"Yes Aemond, please" you answer, your voice strained, cunt wet and hungry.

Slowly, your men position you over Aemond's erection and he pushes inside of you, a curse escaping his lips at how tight you are. He has to screw his eye to concentrate on not coming, your cunt like a fist around his erection and he feels like he is splitting you open, the added pressure of Osferth's cock in your ass driving him insane with the need of pistoning inside of you like a wild animal. The high pitched sounds you make don't help any of them to keep an iron grip on their own desires, you sound so lost, like a wounded animal and the darkest parts of them want more of that, more of how defenseless you are under their combined attack.

Aemond breaching you feels like it's taking centuries, where you are made and unmade time and time again, until he is fully inside of you, long cock pushing just right against your G spot, the pressure inside of you bordering on unbearable: not even the toys had ever made you feel this way, utterly and completely possessed by your lovers, every inch of them marking you from the inside, ruining you and knitting you whole. For a second you can't breathe, your mind focused on their impressive cocks inside your holes; you have to remind yourself that you need air to survive, so you try to focus on them, to sync with them, who are as ruined as you are.

"I can feel you two touching through me"

"It is divine. You are divine" Osferth tells you through gritted teeth

"Kessa, yes - you can hear the strain in Aemond's voice - perfect".

They need to move but they wait, until your body feels more relaxed, your breath less ragged, the vise of your holes less tight.

The only thing you can do is moan when they start to move, slow pulls and pushes, never leaving you empty, their cock hitting all the right spots that make you tremble in their arms, and open up even more. Desperate you seek their lips, your teeth their soft skin, needing to leave your mark on them the same way they are doing with you, their hands like manacles on your hips, moving your body to their leisure while you beg and keen like an animal.

They are both cursing at how good you feel wrapped around their cocks, the right amount of tightness that makes their eyes cross, the slapping of skin on skin like music for their ears.

They just need a quick glance, before changing rhythm, entering and exiting you at the same time, pistoning with more vigor against your body and you scream, bloodcurdling sounds of pleasure and pain, your arms flailing, fingers seeking their skins, spit drooling from your mouth. If you felt full before, now the feeling has grown tenfold, their cocks the only thing you can feel, your body not yours anymore, plied open by your merciless lovers, your nerves screaming with the pleasure they are forcing on you. It feels like your insides are going to liquefy, to tear open to make space for your lovers, in reality your muscles are curling brutally around the cocks forcing you open, the pressure inside of you almost painful for them, your body completely lax and at their disposal, your lips attacked by theirs at the same time. You can’t think, only feel their bodies against yours, every inch of their erections against the velvet of your walls, separated by the thin layer of your skin, driving you insane.

Your orgasm arrives like a tornado, robbing you of whatever sanity you have left, your holes curling so brutally to force them to still and spill inside of you, until it hurts too much and they have to leave your body, their comes leaking obscenely from your holes.

You three fall on the bed, no strength left to support your weights, ungraceful and tired, limbs entwined, lips still seeking contact, hands caressing tired bodies.

You feel worn out and weightless, burrowing in their embrace you laugh with happiness, even though you are so tired and ready to sleep. Your lovers are in no better shape, their muscles trembling with all the effort of taking you within an inch of your life, your laugh the balm to the tiredness they feel in their bones and the fear they felt when you sub dropped.

Yes, you three are all supposed to clean up and then wash the toys and change the bedsheets, but there’s time for that, now basking in your shared happiness is the only thing that truly matters, and maybe a nap all dogpiled the way you three are now, anything else can wait.

Everythig taglist: @ilikeitbetterangsty

Poly taglist: @notyour-valentine , @fan-goddess , @aegonx

#aemond targaryen x reader x osferth #aemond targaryen x y/n x osferth #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond targaryen #osferth x reader #osferth x y/n #osferth

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crowlingpuppeteer · 7 months

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SUBMISIVE DOUAMD

Omg of course love! I hope you enjoy it I LOVE sub douma💕

🖤MDNI🖤

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🎀Be gentle🎀

Paring: Fem x Sub douma

Warning: smut,hand job,praise k!nk,teasing,biting,whimpering,toys,pet names

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Douma asked you out on a date and of course you said yes! You’ve had a crush on douma for the longest time now.

You walk to the restaurant he told you to meet him at. You got all dressed up in a shirt black dress with black heels. When you walk in you see douma sitting then at the table crossing his legs his eyes widen and a blush spreads across his cheeks as he sees you walk in. The way the dress hugged your body, oh god the way your nipples poke out of the dress.

You walk over and sit in front of douma and put your hands on your lap. “Hello douma” you speak warmly with smile and douma replies “Hello dear”

Your heart melts at the sound of his gentle voice and you smile not sure how to start the conversation before douma speaks up “I love the way that dress looks on you. It’s gorgeous you have one amazing figure you’d make a lot of other girls jealous”

You smile and blush as you reply “aw thank you sweet boy” you calling douma ‘sweet boy’ sends a wave of pleasure through his body he can already feel his cock hardening in his pants just from looking at you

You look at him with a playful smirk “so douma I have a question. This might be too early to ask but ima gonna anyways. Are you a sub or dom?”

Your question makes doumas cheeks flush and he lets out a shaky sigh and his hands reach under the table and he paws at the growing bulge in his pants “W-well im more of the submissive type..” his words cause you to smirk “is that so?” You reply

You glance down to see him pawing at his crotch and you laugh a little and smirk more looking at him and you raise a brow “May I ask what’s wrong?” You ask softly and doumas eyes widen and he pulls his hand away quickly “w-what?”

“You know what.” You reply and douma squeaks and looks down at the table blushing heavily. “Just..you look really pretty in that dress and I can’t help but be turned on” he replies quietly

At home

You take douma home after dinner and you offer him to come inside and he accepts

“Wow you have a gorgeous house” douma says while looking around in awe. “Why thank you love” you speak softly causing doumas cock to harden again and you take douma to you room and you ask him “hey douma?” You ask and he like at you “yes darling?”

You lean forward getting close to him your faces being inches apart “would you maybe~” you speak and you slide your hand up his thigh and you cup and rub his crotch causing him to whimper and blush looking down at your hand

“Y-yes..please Y/N hmm” he whimpers out his mouth opening a bit and you push him back and get ontop of him your wet clothed pussy pressing against his hard clothed cock making douma whimper “you wanna use a toy?” You ask smirking rolling your hips as douma moans out quietly and he nods do you stand up and walk over to your drawer opening it taking out a vibrator and a dildo and douma looks at you with wide love filled eyes

You walk back over to him and you take off his pants leaving him in his boxers and you slip on your dress “turn around lovey~” you speak placing your hand on the waistband of his boxers as he flips over and you slip off his boxers letting his hard cock spring out and you spread his cheeks and lick a wet line down his hole causing douma to whimper and squeeze a pillow his cheeks flushing

“Good boy~” you giggle out and you press the dildo tip against his hole and you shove it in roughly and douma whines and moans “y/n p-please aaah~be gentle!” He moans out burying his face into the pillow

You place your hand on the back of the dildo and you move it in and out of douma in the quick motion precum dripping from his tip as his cock twitches the dildo moving against his gummy walls sends shivers through his body and you grow wetter in your lace panties

You place your free hand on his cock stroking him and you move the dildo in and out of his hole “Hmm such a pretty boy-“ you whisper to him moving your hand quickly “oh! Ngh! Oh- right there! Ah~! Yes yes!” He moans out his tongue rolling out of his mouth as the dildo hits the right spot

You giggle and doumas eyes widen and beads of sweat roll down his forehead as he fills himself about to cum as you move the dildo quicker and biting his ass cheek “Y/n! Oh~! Fuck fuck fuck! ‘M gonna cum! Oh yes!” He moans out as he cums all over your pretty soft hands and you giggle removing your hand from his cock licking the cum off of your fingers and you remove the dildo

“Hmmm~ May I do you know?” Douma asks looking at you with begging eyes and he lays on top of you grabbing the vibrator “yes you may love”

He slips off your bra and panties shaking your wet cunt and he blushes “so pretty-“ he mumbles under his breath as he slides the vibrator inside of you and you whimper out a bit

Douma turns on the vibrator and you moan out and arch your back a bit your brows knitting together “d-douma! Suck my ah~ oh fuck! Suck my tit please!” You moan out and douma follows orders and he kisses and sucks on your tinder and soft nipples using his hand to rub your puffy clit

Your eyes roll back as douma turns up the spread on the vibrator it moving side to side and up and down in your tight hole and douma bites your boob leaving a mark and your whine “Douma! Faster! Rub my clit faster!” You moan

Douma falls orders rubbing your puffy clit so fast his hand cramps and you feel your climax approaching and you arch your back your tongue rolling out

“Douma! Douma! Shit! Fuck fuck fuck fuck! AGH! Ngh! Ah~! I’m gonna cum!” You moan out as your cum all over the vibrator and Douma releases from your nipple and looks up at you with loving eyes “did I do good?” He ask and you look down at him with a blush and you giggle nodding in response

“I love you my puddle douma” you reply running your fingers his hair as he takes out the vibrator and he nuzzles your tits he’s definitely a tit puppy “don’t call me that but I love you too” he replies embarrassed causing you to giggle as you both snuggle up in the blanket

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OMGGGGGGG HI LOVES!!! I enjoyed making this so much😭thanks for the request btw. Anyways! Bye loves💕

#douma smut #douma x y/n #douma x reader #subbmisive #demon slayer #smut #douma #douma x you #praise k!nk

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

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♥️ Elliot Masterlist 2 ♥️

This is strictly my Elliot Masterlist.

Before requesting, take a look at my Masterpost to gain more insight into my DNI and requesting guideline lists. Take a look at my Prompt List for some ideas regarding request too!

This is where you'll find all of my Elliot blurbs since this list is too long to add into the regular Masterlists.

Overwhelmed:

Summary/Request: "Please i need some fluffy Elliot rn, i’m so stressed; Elliot takes care of the reader."

Sound Asleep:

Summary/Request: "elliot x femreader imagine where the reader is having trouble sleeping and Elliot helps her like fucks her to sleep, but it’s rlly sweet bc he’s so gentle with her"

Last Dance:

Summary/Request: "Can I request Elliott x reader where reader does the whole dance scene rue did in ep. 3 and Elliot catches her when he comes to pick her up for school?"

Rough Day:

Summary/Request: "Elliot comforts reader while she’s sad?"

Spa Night:

Summary/Request: "This is based off of a request for Elliot and the reader doing facemasks together. Super cute idea."

Period:

Summary/Request: "could i please request a blurb or headcannons on elliot babying and taking care of fem!reader when she's on her period?"

Middle of The Night:

Summary/Request: "This is a request based on Elliot finding out that the reader used to self harm when they were younger. So, trigger warning here."

Singing In The Rain:

Summary/Request: "Elliot shares a cute moment with his girlfriend out in the rain one night after walking home from a party."

Knuckle Deep:

Summary/Request: "smutty blurb with Elliot where reader keeps denying that she's into him even though he's currently giving her the time of her life?"

Dumb:

Summary/Request: "dumbification is basically fucking someone till they’re dumb LMAOAOAOA, so like they can barely form word and they’re just babbling"

Further Into You:

Summary/Request: "elliot and reader looking into each other's eyes while lying next to each other and they're stroking each other's cheeks."

Skins:

Summary/Request: "smutty elliot blurb based off of skins by mac miller?"

Migraine:

Summary/Request: "i was wondering if you could do a little blurb with fez or elliot where the reader has a migraine and they comfort her :)"

Make Me:

Summary/Request: "hey love could you write hate fucking elliot"

Pleading:

Summary/Request: "sub elliot blurb pls?"

I've Got You:

Summary/Request: "Comforting Elliot after a nightmare?"

Panic:

Summary/Request: "elliot helping reader calm down from a panic attack?"

Be Nice:

Summary/Request: "super sweet tooth rotting pillow talk fluff with elliot?"

Sleep Deprivation:

Summary/Request: "elliott fluff where reader is sleep deprived because of finals and he reminds reader that a break is good?"

Love To Make Love:

Summary/Request: "but can we get more love making type elliot smut?"

Raw:

Summary/Request: "What about Elliot having a Breeding Kink?"

Shut Up and Kiss Me:

Summary/Request: "dom blowing your back out in the bathroom of a party"

Dumb Virgin:

Summary/Request: "Playful interaction of Elliot finding out the readers a virgin?"

Cameras:

Summary/Request: "Anyway do you think you can write an Elliot smut inspired by the song “cameras” by Mac Miller 😝✌️"

Suffocating:

Summary/Request: "elliot fluff pls it's been a rough week :("

Got High:

Summary/Request: "can i get a blurb of just like getting high with elliot, just cute shit idk i get cuddly asf when im high"

Breath Against Glass:

Summary/Request: "shower s$x with elliot???"

Hyperventilate:

Summary/Request: "can i get a blurb of elliot comforting reader while she’s like hyperventilating"

Fucked Dumb:

Summary/Request: "I remember reading the dumbification blurb with Elliot what if he fucked reader dumb instead of the other way around???"

Sorry:

Summary/Request: "Sorry if these is too cheesy 😭 but could you do elliot x reader with the “sorry” “you say sorry a lot” trope"

Gouge:

Summary/Request: "Hiii could I get a fluffy protective Elliot blurb? 💞"

Don't Get Shy:

Summary/Request: "gentle elliot smut (it could be a headcanon, blurb, preference or full on one shot whatever tickles your fancy :)) where reader is scared to make noise and elliot sorta urges her too"

Drunk:

Summary/Request: "can I please get an elliot taking care of drunk reader and it's just straight up soft!elliot please<3"

Green Light:

Summary/Request: "heyy i love your work i was wondering if you could write some more sub elliot or dom smut please"

Sleeping Beauty:

Summary/Request: "This is self indulgent but I would love for you to write sick reader x Elliot - with him being so sweet and caring"

Camping:

Summary/Request: "request where Elliot takes you camping?? maybe a little smutty:))"

Small:

Summary/Request: "hi I was wondering if you could do a smut prompt where elliot has a size kink and manhandles the reader during the do?"

Timing:

Summary/Request: "can i request like something sweet where the reader was there with Jules, Rue, and Elliot when they were doing there dares and there is one dare that Jules and/or Rue dare Elliot or the reader to kiss each other,"

Alone Together:

Summary/Request: "can I request prompts 8,14 and 16 with elliot and can you make it fluffy and flirty please <3"

Wrong Time:

Summary/Request: "hi honey! would you be able to do lies/unrequited love situations with the prompts “you’re being mean” and “i hate the way that i don’t hate you and i so desperately want to'"

24 Hour Watch:

Summary/Request: "Like reader is just going through some shit and is feeling supes angry all the time and their bf notices and maybe they just have a cuddle sesh."

Shy:

Summary/Request: "prompt: “you’re addicting” “they can probably hear you” “oh, now you’re shy”"

Fix This:

Summary/Request: "prompts: It would be better if you stayed away from me, How many times am i supposed to forgive you, You didn’t just break promises, you broke me."

Booty Call:

Summary/Request: "friends w/ benefits to lovers where everyone thinks they’re dating because they’re always seen all up on each other and kissy and cuddly with each other but then they eventually start dating with elliot"

You Cry, I Cry:

Summary/Request: "hello again! this is a heavy topic but can i request reader and elliot having a conversation after he relapses with the prompts “hey, look at me. i’m not going anywhere.” and “if you cry, i’ll cry - that won’t be fun for anyone” please?"

Take It So Well:

Summary/Request: "Could you please do elliot (euphoria), “eyes on me,” “why are you such a tease?”, “tell me what you want” and the situation is one bed?"

R U Mine:

Summary/Request: "Elliot doing a cover of Arctic Monkeys’s “R U Mine?” 😩"

On The Table:

Summary/Request: "elliot and the reader are at a party and the reader spills their drink on their outfit. Elliot helps the reader clean up and gives the reader his sweatshirt or something."

Inconspicuous:

Summary/Request: "I REQUEST ELLIOT SMUT NEOW."

Drugs and Sex:

Summary/Request: "hii can you do a 'I really don't like you.' - 'And I really don't believe you.' kinda flirty with elliot? hopefully that makes sense! 🫶🏽"

You Called, I Came:

Summary/Request: "Can I request prompts 6 and 18 for Elliot please <3"

The Tub:

Summary/Request: "elliot euphoria, prompt 10 please? tysm :)"

Not Your Friend:

Summary/Request: "can you please do a one about Elliot from Euphoria with prompt 20 and like the trope of sexual tension/jealousy pls?"

Gift Giving:

Summary/Request: "hi hi! could you do a Christmas with Elliot (euphoria)? He and the reader are hanging out in Elliot’s room opening gifts and they kiss under the mistletoe 🤭🫶🏽"

His Fault:

Summary/Request: "I was wondering if I could request another one with Elliot but with Prompts 13, 16 and 17?"

Unworthy:

Summary/Request: "I was wondering if you could write angst/fluff where Elliot overhears the guys in the locker room talking badly about him which ends up making him feel insecure, and then he tells reader about how he feels unworthy of her?"

Fuck With Eachother:

Summary/Request: "i have a elliot request cuz he’s my comfort character atm: could it be like platonic soulmates with prompt 16 where they’re just a bit flirty but like in a sarcastic way"

The Same Way:

Summary/Request: "Hey, can you do when the reader and Elliot are besties and he’s is in love with her but is scared to tell her bc he doesn’t want to ruin their friendship. But then he tells her and she feels the same way"

Fawning and Falling:

Summary/Request: "Hi friend, can you write an Elliot x vaughn!reader? Maybe some angst once Jules realizes the guy that her younger sister has been sneaking around with is actually her sort-of-ex boyfriend?"

Birthday Boy:

Summary/Request: "how about Elliot (euphoria) celebrating his birthday? maybe just with the reader? and a drop of smut (idk if that makes sense?)you have full reigns on the creativity of it! happy belated birthday to your blog, liz <3"

Joking:

Summary/Request: "can you please do prompt 25 and 26 where he’s trying to apologize for something stupid he did (flirt with her friend or something)"

Implied:

Summary/Request: "Elliot with enemies to lovers?? And with the prompt 14?"

Stupid Perfect:

Summary/Request: "Rue and Jules introduce Elliot to the reader at a party and they slowly go from enemies to lovers when one night, they're alone and things get spicy. Prompts 15 & 19."

Clean Sheets:

Summary/Request: "can I pls request a fic of Elliot from Euphoria in honour of Valentine’s Day? maybe use the prompt 'See I was gonna cover myself in whip cream and chocolate syrup but then I remembered I like my clean sheets'."

#elliot #elliot x reader #elliot euphoria #elliot euphoria x reader #euphoria #euphoria hbo #euphoria fic

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sonicjustbecause · 6 months

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Sonic - English, Japanese version - my impression as somebody who doesn't speak any of the two languages.

First - my experience with the two languages, to explain how I perceived thing as a total foreigner.

English - I truly can't speak English. My written English sucks. I don't know if you can read/understand my posts. I can read English, both British and American (I usually use British English but I use American when I want to be more concise), overall I can read all kind of topics, but I don't like slangs. My listenings skills are bad, it depends who is speaking. I could listen and understand enough Sonic Prime without subtitles, but in other occasion the language is too different from Italian and I need the subs.

Japanese - Mostly I watch anime in Japanese. I don't speak the language at all and I can count all the japanese words I know in one hand. The sound of the language is sillabic so is as clear as Italian. As for Sonic, I watched Sonic X in Japanese version (Italian and English version long ago, I don't even remember a lot), the two adventure in English, Unleashed in both version, Frontiers in Italian and Japanese.

Sonic Force is boring, I was unable to pay attention. I saw it not long ago and I quickly forgot everything. The only good thing was Infinite's Italian voice, is very beautiful.

OK, my impression of the character from English version was not like it was describled there. I perceived it more how is perceived in the Japanese version. Many times I said our personal experience make us perceive a character in a certain way, maybe the language I speak is part of it. Italian is more contextual than English, or maybe is how character act (that does't change whathever language they speak), I don't know... I remember perceiving Sonic as a aloof, slightly grumpy but kind hearted and happy character before watching the Japanese version (that just confirmed that). Current Sonic - even in Japanese, is more outgoing and sullen.

Flanderization happened in the Japanese version too and is undeniable (I said i watched the Japanese versions too).

Indeed...

this remember a old cartoon I used to see in early '90s...

"Cecil, help me!"

Knuckles still does his duty, but I saw him more and more relaxed lately. Like: 'A bit of absence won't hurt!'. The describled flanderization sounds more like the one we saw in Sonic Boom.

Yes, this.

Sonic X is Japanese and she is clearly different from videogames (Right, I've said I watched the Japanese version). In the two adventure Amy was energetic yet gentle. I remember her kind attitude toward Gamma and Shadow. in Sonic X she made me laugh, but yes, she looks also dangerous. Sonic is right to avoid her.

Magical girl Amy. Well - Eggman deserve that.

This poor guy had it the worst. I remember Shadow being overall gloomy but still playful. Is like they just took away all the facets that made Shadow likeable and left only the flaws (inflating them to 'fill' emty spaces) . The Shadow we had during last decade (except for Lance Shadow) is the perfect edgy character that only 15 years old kids like. At 15 I also lingered on edgelords and I though they were the best because they were 'oh, pure serious' and didn't lingered in 'foolish cheerfulness'. I even characterized some of my own characters as edgelords (I'm glad I'm out from it since late teen). My mum made me understand why they suck, calling them 'arm candy' (belle statuine). That was a great and helpful criticism.

I loved funny and evil Eggman. I don't like what Eggman is lately, more than a villain, he seems a mignon.

Though Japanese dialogue might be better and more meaningful (when different from English ones), this doesn't mean Japanese version of Sonic is free of issues. We need to accept that Sonic franchise is flawed, that the fandom is not perfect. The good thing is that all the material we have around can satisfy all palates. Let's enjoy what we like and hope for the better, whathever will be.

#sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonic #shadow #eggman #tails the fox #sth #amy rose #tails #sonic series #knuckles the echidna #knuckles #amy #sonic fandom

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nekomacheercaptain · 2 years

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Day 22: Killer x gn! reader

I thought I would make this with a dominant Killer first, but then I kinda just needed for Killer to be the one taken care of - I also wanted to see him in kind of a sub setting, and get a lot of praise (because that’s what he deserves). He deserves the world and I love him a lot <3

Word count: 1.2K

Content: gender neutral reader, blindfold, light choking, penetrative sex (no description of reader’s genitals), use of “good boy”, slight nipple play

A secretive guy, Killer was someone who didn’t let people close. His captain and best friend was the only one who knew what might go on in the head covered in long golden locks.

Until you came along, sweet and caring and loving. How such a good person could ever understand such a wrecked, broken man and love him despite all the reasons you shouldn’t would forever leave him puzzled. The amount of trust he had in you could never be rivaled, proven by the fact you got to see his handsome face when no one else was.

It also granted you one additional advantage; covering the eyes of the massacre soldier with a blindfold, switching your roles. The suggestion being his idea.

“Okay, handsome, it’s not too tight?” you questioned while your hands tied the knot behind his head, and he melted at your gentle care.

“No, it’s fine”

“Great!” the eager exclamation from you made him chuckle, his hands lingering nervously at your waist as you straddled him, gently placing his head against the headboard, “then now I can do whatever I want with you, Kil, and you won’t know what comes next”.

Your playful tone reached his ears, and he took a sharp breath when he felt your hands brush over his nipples standing proudly on his broad, delicious pecs.

“You know, Kil,” your voice near a whisper, and suddenly your breath was just below his ear, “you look so fucking good like this, completely at my disposal,” and his sigh in disbelief didn’t escape your attention.

“I’m glad you did the dirty work just before this, making me ready to take your cock,” you nipped at his skin, causing him to turn his head accessing you to more of his tan, warm skin, and you snickered against his neck, “not yet of course! I’m gonna have some fun first”.

Fingers tweaking and flicking his nipples sent spurts of arousal down to his twitching cock beneath you, and you ground your hips against his, a beautiful groan escaping the blond, surprising the both of you. His cheeks turned a shy pink while his fingers sank into your skin, and you moaned against his neck while starting a small rhythm on his cock.

“Y/n..” he sighed and he sounded divine sighing your name so dumbfoundedly.

“Yes, my love?” you smirked going back to brush over his sensitive buds with the pad of your thumbs.

“Don’t tease me,” oh wasn’t he funny.

No answer from you left him in anticipation when your hips froze and your lips stopped worshipping his neck. One of your hands snaked up to his neck before wrapping around his thick throat, as well as it could, feeling his adam’s apple bobbing up and down as the blond struggled to contain himself.

“I’ve never really done this, have I, Killer?”

He shook his head, breath quickening, his pulse throbbing beneath your fingers.

“Do you like it?” his tongue glossed his lower lip before answering.

“Yes”

“Even if I do this?” your fingers and thumb tightening against the sides of his throat, his mouth falling open in a moan. All the answer you needed to test the waters.

“Such a good boy for me, Killer,” and his brain short-circuited. Such a pet name for himself had never occurred in his mind, but hearing it roll off your tongue felt so right. A subconscious groan left his lips, as well as a roll of his hips.

“Always so good to me,” a chaste kiss was placed on his lips, making him chase yours when you pulled away, “always making sure I’m fed, babysitting our captain, taking care of everyone when they’re sick. But isn’t it time someone took care of you?”.

The blond kept quiet, but you felt movement beneath your palm before he nodded

“Let me take care of you, Kil,” a soft whisper left you before enveloping your lips with his, his arms hugging you tight, “I love you,” you murmured against him, releasing the hold around his throat to grab the soft muscles on his chest.

His lips moved needy and fervently against yours, bucking his hips in search of some friction against his neglected cock, his low groans keening you on. With a lift of your hips, your hand reached for his cock, placing his sensitive head at your entrance before sinking down on his girth inch by inch while drinking in the breathy grunts and moans against your lips.

“Fuck-” his grunt when he bottomed out inside of your tight, warm walls was heavenly, his nails threatening to break the skin of your back as his muscles tensed around you.

“You always feel so - ngh - good, Kil! And so fucking big,” your murmuring came out in breathy moans against his mouth before you both departed in need for air, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. Bouncing slow and steady on his cock, your fingers found his nipples once again to play with, the blond digging his skull into the headboard. Your eager lips kissed and sucked on the skin of the massacre soldier’s neck, leaving nice and cute marks he’d yell at you for later. Smudged lipstick stains painted his skin where you traced your lips, making you chuckle against his flesh.

All the stimulation and pent-up tension from earlier had the blond moaning your name like a prayer, chasing his heaven. And he was already so close just by having your warm, gummy walls hug his dick tightly, wishing to milk him for all he’s worth. And the loss of sight thrilled him, not knowing where your hands would be next, not knowing how glossy your eyes were, or how you looked bouncing on his cock. Fuck. A desperate need for release fueled him as he pressed you down on his pelvis before starting a cruel rhythm beneath you, hitting your sweet spots with each thrust of his merciless hips.

“Oh my - fuck, y/n!” a strained cry erupted from his throat before his thrusts grew sloppy and uncoordinated, his cock twitching while shooting hot spurts of cum against your walls, his labored breaths and groans blessing your ears while he pumped himself lazily into you through his high, creating a creamy ring on the base of his cock. You kissed his neck when he finally stilled, gasping for air.

“Oh, Kil,” you chuckled, wiggling your hips to make him hiss at the overstimulation, “didn’t think you’d like it this much. You never come that fast!”.

Needless to say, your boyfriend holds a lot of trust in you.

I love Killer so much <3 Anyways thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed it!

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oraclekleo · 11 months

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Hello! 🦊

I am here to give you feedback on the BHS Bang Chan reading!

1.) Blindfolded by you - my favorite part of the reading and we're only at the first question! I love this kind of image for Chan. So sensual, soft and intimate. I wish to dream about this at night 😂 Plus, he deserves that kind of pampering ten fold 😁 to help release some of that stress haha

2.) Handcuffed by you - The picture you paint of Chan is seriously so sexy. Gentle, sweet, and may I say torturous sexy games with a soft submissive Chan sounds like a dream 😩I'm down to fulfil such wishes 😂

3.) Spanked by you - I agree with you here that he's perhaps too soft to be into spanking or pain 🧐 But Chan does love being playful so he'll probably enjoy anything on a playful note and not an intense serious one 😁

4.) Blindfolds you - Chan is such a soft, soft man but I have noticed there's a naughty side to him that just lovesss to tease. He probably gets that fun surge of power from watching people's reactions to his teasing, so, I think it links very well to what you said here. That if you give him the power to allow him to play with all your senses he's gonna think it exciting and thrilling indeed. 😁 But then at the same time he's also one of the most loving people on this earth so of course he would praise and worship, you're right 😂

5.) Handcuffs you - I also love the image of a passionate Chan. (I think I love all sides of Chan though- maybe even a possessive one? 😏) Once more this is very very sexy and I can totally see him as a service dom

6.) Spanks you - I wholeheartedly just agree with what you wrote here! He's too soft and playful for pain.

Overall, I think you caught Chan's essence well in this reading 😁It sounds like him! And while I might not be able to tell if the image you painted of sub Chan is even remotely close to reality, I sure do hope it is! Because it's gonna remain in my head now and (hopefully) haunt me in my dreams 😂

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littleprincessfawn · 4 months

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It's interesting, I think my kink self is changing in some ways.

For me I started off as a sub with my first boyfriend, literally as soon as I discovered sex, it was just how I naturally reacted. Then after him I was a slave to my Master (2002-2003) when I was a teen. A very intense relationship that one, where he basically programmed me, and pushed me to be 'perfect'. He's the only person who I think ever loved me truly. But it ended and it was devastating, as he completely cut me off from him... I went from being his to being... no-one's, to having no instructions. I am still haunted by that abandonment.

(more of my sub history and how I feel now, after the cut)

After that I was back to being more of a submissive, as I couldn't get over my ex-Master. I felt (and still feel) like an abandoned robot. I had a boyfriend who was Dommy but in a more playful chaotic way. I had another boyfriend who just... was vanilla and bleh in bed. I topped both of those boyfriends at times and really enjoyed being the Domme.

Then I met my ex-husband and he gave me a bit of a sub experience again, but he was all over the place so it was very shallow/surface and there was no commitment. Then when I was pregnant we both found we weren't into him inflicting pain on me, (which makes sense psychologically! I was carrying very precious cargo in my body!!) and we discovered we were more into the daddy/little dynamic as it was more gentle, it suited him more as he was probably technically vanilla at heart. So that was my first time experiencing that dynamic and it was exciting and healing for me to explore. I was never into full age regression with diapers/dummies etc, but more that caregiver and cute girl dynamic.

That marriage ended, he's still in my life, we used to occasionally still play with one another just in a scene way, but that's done now too. BIG bdsm drought in my life lately.

But with this fallow period of my kinkdom, I'm finding it's giving me time to think about what I want, and to sort of settle back into myself again.

I'm less keen on the daddy/little dynamic now, or at least in the way me and my ex-husband used to do it, because I don't want to be totally helpless or dependent. I want to have my own mind, my own skills.

I'm finding myself more into the slave dynamic, the robot girl or living sex doll. I know that might sound like it contradicts my want to not be dependent, but robot girls and dolls and slavegirls are all good at DOING things, good at following instructions and doing so beautifully.

I want to be my best self. I want a Sir or Master who will encourage me to blossom, not in a harsh demanding way, but in an observant, patient, loving way. Someone who will explore my limits and my depths, not splash in my shallows. Someone who will be proud of me as I kick ass at life. Someone who sees my potential and believes in my capability.

But most importantly someone who will stay. I haven't submitted ALL the way, to anyone, since 2003. That's a long time to have such a strong wall around my innermost heart. I feel like I could one day be ready to bring those walls down, to trust someone. It would take a lot of work though, a lot of time probably. But I want to do it, one day. I want to trust someone and have them NOT abandon me. I want someone to find this broken rusty robot girl, and repair her, and adore her.

It could happen, one day, don't you think?

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Hey! Would i maybe be able to request a jacob x Fem!reader where the reader and jacob are almost opposites and not eachothers type at all (with the reader being more like abi and dylan, and a gamer pothead) but they just click and like rachother instantly, and just flirt and mutually pine. With a smutty confession? 😏

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Warnings: Tooth-Rotting Fluff; Awkward Geeking; Innuendos; Gentle!Dom!Jacob; Sub!Reader; Teasing; Oral(Female Receiving)

Female Reader x Jacob Custos

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“Kids suck!” I whined as I tossed my head back, slumping in the rolling chair I’d stolen from Dylan, whom was still hunched over the radio desk. Clicking the knob, the PA system crackled before falling silent, the daily announcements finally over. Dylan exhaled heavily and turned to face me, leaning against the desk with his legs stretched and crossed at the ankles.

“Hey, they can be cute.” I deadpanned at the brunette, whom raised his hands in mock defeat. “Alright, alright, they can be a handful, sometimes…all the time.” He relented as I raised a brow, earning a chuckle from me. Brushing the (H/C) strands that had strayed from my (ponytail/bun/headband) from my face, I tossed my arms above my head and stretched. My back cracked and Dylan flinched, expressing his disgust with a gag.

“How the hell can you do that? It’s so gross.” I grinned and cracked my knuckles, the brunette groaning with distaste at the sound. “Stop! Get out with your nasty bones!”

I chuckled as he shooed me towards the door, stumbling slightly over my feet. “Fine, fine! I’ve got a teddy bear to go bother anyway.” His grin morphed into a playful smirk, his brown eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Ooooh, yes! I won’t fuck a bear, but you can definitely fuck that particular bear.” Dylan cooed, breaking out with laughter as I flipped him off. “See ya, loser!”

This was a typical occurrence between myself and my brother, Dylan. Yes, I’m a Lenivy. I’m also just as much, if not more of, a geek like my brother. IQ’s above 160, 4.0 GPA, and a huge interest in both technology and science, my brother and I were almost identical personality wise. Physically, Dylan resembled our mother more than I did. I took after my grandfathers features mostly, but my dads button nose and his thick but curved eyebrows were something I retained. My features were soft due to my feminine genes, and I embarrassingly also retained my mothers rather larger bosom and thighs, making me a bit thicker than the average female, but I wasn’t too focused on that.

Another difference between myself and my brother was our hair and eye color. He gained my dads doe eyes and my mothers chocolate curls. I, on the other hand, had my dads (H/C) waves and my mothers sharp (E/C) eyes. We really didn’t look much alike, but the similarities in our half smiles and our brains was all we needed. I adored my brother, and he adored me, despite the obsession he had with annoying me endlessly.

Dylan’s favorite topic to tease and annoy me over was my crush on a particular teddy bear of a jock. At Hackett’s Quarry Summer Camp, my brother ran the announcements and I was the crafts instructor—not art like Abigail did, but rather construction like old school hand powered batteries and cranks and such. Old technology. The jock in question was the sports coach, leading the physical activities we played like Volleyball, Soccer and even Tag. He was a big guy, obviously, but unlike the stereotype people assumed he played into, underneath the surface he was actually a loveable, awkward and gold-hearted man.

He went out of his way to make others laugh or smile, much like my brother and I, and though he had that obnoxious bravado about him, he was genuinely very sweet. He sought love and acceptance, a reason to stay and a reason to be happy, something not a lot of people gave him. His name was Jacob Custos, and the guy was absolutely adorable.

Jacob and I, despite being polar opposites personality wise, hit it off from day one. We ran into each other in the lodge during orientation—literally ran into each other. His hulking frame compared to my much shorter stature barreled me over in the hall near the kitchen. If it wasn’t for his quick reflexes, my ass would’ve been broken on the old wooden flooring. No, instead, the jock had caught me with his right arm, which hooked around my waist and pulled me into his chest.

I’d never been that close to a guy, in any sense.

All he said as we met eyes was, ‘Hi.’ My brain short circuiting at the close proximity to such an attractive man, I stupidly replied with a, ‘Hey Cutie.’ The blush that rose to his cheeks was well worth it, though.

Shortly into the first week, the two of us had already become good friends. When I wasn’t supervising the kids during craft time or bothering my brother in the radio hut, I was somewhere around camp hanging out with Jacob. Despite our interests lying on opposite ends of the spectrum, we enjoyed discussing them. I adored how passionate the guy got about water polo—something he surprisingly enjoyed far more than football, even though he didn’t play on his high school team—and how often he made me laugh with his silly behavior and dramatic gestures.

I like to think Jacob enjoyed talking to me as much as I enjoyed talking to him, if the smiles he always shared with me or the way his eyes sparkled with mirth whenever we spoke was anything to go off of. He was a genuine sweetheart through and through.

One time, to save a camper from injuring themselves building a small birdhouse, I’d swooped in and slammed my hand down over theirs. The hammer they’d been using smashed into the back of my hand and broke my middle finger. Jacob was the first to be by my side when it happened, cradling my hand and barking at the kid who’d caused the accident. They apologized, of course, and I had Abi take over my class.

Jacob could get a little too sweet sometimes, though. In that same situation, he’d scooped me up in his arms and carried me all the way to the clinic in the lodge. Completely unnecessary as it was only my finger that was injured, but it was sweet nonetheless. He even stayed with me til my finger was set and wrapped up safely.

Another week in and Jacob and I had begun to flip the script a bit. Our banter became a bit more…intimate, with innuendos and subtle flirting mixed in.

For instance…

“Jacob, can you help me set up the campers tents?”

“(Y/N), I don’t see why you need any help. You erect my tent without effort.”

“Jacob!”

Or…

“(Y/N) get up or you’re gonna miss breakfast!”

“Can’t miss breakfast if you’re in bed with me.”

At first, it was easy to hide it, but by the third week my brother picked up on it. Then the relentless teasing came in and I was more flustered around Jacob from that point.

Dylan was the one who helped me understand that I was infatuated with the guy. From the way my heart hammered in my chest and my cheeks flushed, to the overly bright smile I had on my face whenever I came back from hanging out with Jacob, even to how I always found a way to gush about his amazing qualities whenever it was just me and Dylan.

Jacob was amazing. Truly.

Sighing blissfully at the memories in my head, I made my way towards Jacob’s cabin. Half way up the steps the door opened, the guy in question peering past the doorframe at me. A wide smile crossed his face and he stumbled the rest of the way out, waving to Nick whom he shared his cabin with.

“Hey JC. Ready to go?”

“My hero! Saving me from the ravenous dork in my cabin.” He teased, glancing back as he began to close the door. “See ya, Nicky-Boy!”

“Fuck off, Jakey-Poo!” Nicks voice called from inside, and I couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled in my throat. Grasping my left hand in his right, Jacob led me toward the clearing down the path to the firepit—Shady Glade or something. I never remembered the name of the path, I just knew it wasn’t rocky.

“‘Jakey-Poo’, huh?” I cooed after a quiet moment, quirking a brow as our hands swung. He huffed, the apples of his cheeks darkened slightly out of embarrassment. “Got a boyfriend, Mr. Custos?”

“Uh, yeah—no. Nick’s, uh, cool and all but I don’t swing that way. Preeeetty sure he’s got a thing for Abi anyway.” I rolled my eyes at his dorky explanation, squeezing his much larger hand gently.

“Good. Would’ve meant you were off the table.” His brows shot up quickly, lips parted as he whipped his head to face me.

“W-Wha—for real?”

“Jacob, do you really think either of us would be flirting like this if we weren’t at least somewhat interested in each other?” It was kind of cute how oblivious the guy could be, though, some moments tested my patience.

“W-Well, I mean—“ I covered his mouth with my free hand, tugging him to a stop in the clearing with the other. He blinked down at me owlishly, his breathe on my palm warm and his grip on my hand just a little sweaty. I smiled warmly at him, tilting my head to the side and gazing through my eyelashes into his dark eyes.

“You’re so sweet, JC. And so passionate. You’re strong and kind…” My hand left his mouth to trail down his jaw, fingertips dancing over his clothed shoulders to his pecs, tracing the dip in his abdomen where his abs were outlined, tickling the happy trail I knew hid beneath his shirt just above his v-line. He shivered, swallowing thickly as his pupils dilated slightly, shoulders quivering. “Kinda makes me wonder if you taste just as sweet.”

A deep groan left him at those words, his expression morphing from desire to panic as I moved away and released his hand. “W-Wha—(Y/N), wait!” I giggled and took off running, his thumping footsteps proceeding after me only a few seconds later. I dashed between the trees and over bushes, leaping over small rock ledges to get a boost. I hid behind a large tree and covered my mouth, holding back soft giggles. The closer he grew to me, the more my heart raced, my cheeks flushed.

“(Y/N)…” His voice was a bit deeper, huskier, the grin easy to pick out from his lifted tone. “Don’t make me find you.” I snickered softly, cutting myself off with a sharp inhale, praying he didn’t hear me. His footsteps had gone quiet, and I dared to peek my head around the right side of the tree.

“Found you.”

I squealed as his arms enveloped my waist from behind, lifting me into the air. Our laughter mingled as he spun me in circles, the absolute delight shared between us light and gentle. Settling down, I turned in his arms as my feet met the grass, hands on his biceps. His gaze softened slightly and he dipped his head down slightly, nose brushing mine.

“Can I…?” I nodded, his lips meeting mine as smooth and gentle as if I was fragile, his embrace strong but light around my waist. I hummed softly against him, my dominant hand lifting to cup his cheek. A soft sigh left his nose as we kissed and he leaned into my palm. Pressing my back against the tree, Jacob’s hands slid down to grasp at the small of my back, his hips flush to mine. The kiss ended for but a short moment, our eyes meeting slowly as we breathed in sync.

It was so soft, so sweet, so perfect—his arms cradling me, his breathe on my lips, his dark eyes swimming with absolute adoration and glee, pressed so close we could feel each other’s heart beats. I smiled so wide then, his lips curling to match mine. Our lips met again and slowly, more heat rose behind them. His teeth nipped at my bottom lip and I grinned wider, denying him entry.

He didn’t like that.

Jacob’s brows furrowed and his large fingers slid down to the curve of my ass, squeezing the flesh beneath my jeans. I gasped, enabling the male the opportunity to bury his tongue down my throat, lewd wet sounds mixed with desperate gasps and deep groans between us. My fingers on his cheek found their way to his hair, tugging at the dark locks beneath his cap. It fell to the grass as he tossed his head back, returning to me only to lather my neck in open-mouthed kisses and nips.

Arching my back, my hands found his shoulders and tugged him closer, my legs raising to wrap around his waist. Jacob’s hands moved to cup the back of my thighs, hoisting me higher up the tree til he rested on his knees and my legs were over his shoulders. I bit my lip, my (H/C) disheveled and falling from its (ponytail/bun/headband), my (S/C) skin flushed and my heart racing. Jacob gazed up at me with a sweet smile and soft eyes, pressing a kiss to my hip just beneath the hem of my shirt.

“Are you sure you want to do this, (Y/N)?” He asked, concern swimming in those deliciously dark pools of his.

“It’s always you. Only ever been you.” Swallowing thickly he tugged the hem of my jeans and panties down, pressing chaste open-mouthed kisses to my bare thighs whilst my clothes rested around my knees over his head.

Jacob exhaled softly over my core, a loud mewl leaving me as his tongue prodded at my clit. Eyes rolling back, I bucked my hips forward as his lips enclosed around my clit, tongue flicking the bundle of nerves with fervor. My fingers threaded through his hair and I tugged hard, sweet high-pitched moans and stammered whimpers the only encouragement he needed.

Jacob’s tongue moved down and pressed into my hole, greedily slurping at the slick already presenting itself between my thighs. I crossed my ankles and bucked my hips more, his groans of satisfaction stimulating me further. My moans became squeaking whines and I felt the ball building in my stomach tremble.

“J-Jacob, ah—! P-Please!” His eyes flicked up to meet mine, taking in my expression of ecstasy. A deep groan from him muffled against my pussy was more than enough to throw me over the edge, a soft cry muffled by my hand against my lips the only sound other than Jacob’s slurping. My thighs quivered against his shoulders, my eyes rolled back as the high slowly relaxed. Jacob lowered me to the ground carefully, fixing my clothes back in place and wiping his face on his shirt.

“You’re beautiful.” He mumbled, smiling at me so innocently lovedrunk you wouldn’t have thought he’d been doing something so sinfully intimate to me. His arms enveloped me, pulling me against his chest and his nose burying itself in my hair. I curled my arm around his neck and pressed a kiss to his cheek, gazing up at him with pure love and joy.

“You’re handsome. And all mine.” I replied, earning a soft chuckle from the goofy jock.

“All yours, angel.”

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