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notyourhetloki · 2 months ago

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cardio (recom!Miles Quaritch x fem!Reader)

Reader: she/her (fem!Reader)

/NSFW Miles Quaritch x Reader/

Summary: Colonel Quaritch needs to get off some steam, and he knows exactly who could help him with that.

A/N: I'm alive and I'm horny for this alien... I know he's a terrible person and I DON'T support his actions but hey, it's fiction and I can pretend he did nothing wrong, right? Anyway, took me DAYS to write this and I hope you like it! Reblogs are always appreciated!

Tags: smut, mdni, age gap (reader's obviously an adult), Quaritch being Quaritch, but probably ooc ngl, oral sex (f receiving), piv sex (yes I know), unprotected sex, petnames (kid, sweetheart), degradation and praise, dacryphilia, daddy kink, big size difference (human x na'vi), belly bulge, casual sex.

Word Count: 5k

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Colonel Miles Quaritch; a name you couldn't forget. His impetuous reputation followed him wherever he went, scaring away those who dared to get close. Such a legendary status granted him a sort of fear and admiration combo from his peers and even from you, a scientist who had never even properly met him.

Most of your admiration for him was purely experimental, now that he was a recombinant, after all. You wanted to get close and see for yourself all the wonders the new Na'vi body could provide him.

But you had to settle for watching him from afar. Whenever you crossed the same corridors or observed him in the gym (lifting those stupid oversized weights) you just couldn't help but stare a little, good thing he never noticed... until he did.

"And what do we have here?" You got caught ogling too hard at the blue man's biceps while he stretched. "Like what you see?" He said smugly while flexing his arm at you.

You turned all red and stepped away as quickly as you could, but you could still hear his laugh echoing through the halls. You felt humiliated, and you were sure he would know you as a joke from then on.

One day, one of your colleagues asked if you could cover them on the medbay and do some checkups on the recoms. It wasn't really your area, you worked more in the laboratory but you accepted out of curiosity.

When you entered your designated station you almost gasped in surprise. The Colonel was there, sitting on a stretcher (big enough for his body but low enough so you could reach him). He seemed bored, expression unreadable while he bounced one of his spread legs.

"Alright, let's get this over with–" Quaritch started to speak, but he stopped mid-way after seeing you. He sat up straight, ears up in alert while his tail wagged leisurely. His eyes examined you up and down, mouth slightly agape as he licked his fangs. "Well, hey there..."

The way he slowly pronounced his words sent shivers down your spine, his low gravelly voice echoed through the room and you found it difficult to keep calm. Gosh, your crush on him was bigger than you had imagined.

"Hello, Colonel. My name is (y/n) and I'll be performing your checkup today, any questions?" You tried keeping it professional, but the way he looked at you felt so predatory... you felt like a lamb in a lion's presence. Besides, he was so freaking tall, taller than you had anticipated now that you were so close to him.

"Yeah, I know your name." The memory from your previous encounter made you even more nervous, but he didn't seem to be disgusted by you. He seemed... interested. "And nope. I'm all yours, princess." He leaned back on his hands and puffed his chest, clearly too comfortable.

You couldn't help but blush at his comment, giving him a soft smile while you approached him. Carefully, you prepared some of the equipment you would use, deciding to let your shyness aside.

"Someone here is feeling well-humored enough. Have you had a good night's sleep?" You said, and he never took his eyes off you while chuckling.

"Slept like a baby." His sharp grin and intense gaze had an effect on you, one you tried to deny and repress... but the reality was, you were attracted to him, and it was more than just scientific curiosity.

"Glad to hear that." You asked him to lean down and he obeyed, you checked on his ears, his eyes, and now needed to check his mouth.

"Open up." You proceeded, but Quaritch hesitated.

"Y'know, I'm not used to receivin' orders." He looked down at you, and you couldn't quite decipher his expression. It was a mixture of smugness and severeness, you knew he wasn't completely joking.

"Well, you're under my care now. So you have to listen to every word I say, right, Colonel?" You didn't know what had gotten into you to feel comfortable enough to tease him like that, and you immediately regretted it after the sentence came out of your mouth.

But for your relief, all Quaritch did was laugh. He crossed his arms and stared right into your eyes, lids halfway closed in a relaxed way,

"Yes, ma'am..." He whispered, sending electricity down your body.

To have such an authoritarian figure be so cooperative with you was already a turn-on, but that was none other than Colonel Quaritch. The man exuded so much power and yet there he was, calling you pet names and behaving so well...

"Now, open." You repeated yourself, and he darted his tongue out mischievously, still not breaking eye contact.

Trying to not let his gaze distract you, you performed your examinations and let him close his mouth after a while. He used the pause to take a quick breath from the respirator hanging around his neck and as you got close enough to measure his blood pressure, Quaritch decided to speak into your ear.

"What a pretty blush... is that all for me or do your other patients get you like this often?" He remained still, but his tail brushed the side of your hip as you tried to maintain composure.

Your heart was hammering in your chest, you couldn't possibly believe that was happening... was the Colonel really flirting with you?

"I-I don't have many patients... I'm usually in the lab, actually. I'm just covering for a colleague today..." You tried to explain but all words came out too soft. As you looked up to meet his gaze, he seemed satisfied with his effect on you.

"Covering for a colleague, huh? Such a good girl." The last couple of words came out teasingly slow, dragged out so you could feel every syllable going straight to your sex. The motherfucker knew what he was doing to you.

"I-I think we're done here today, Colonel. You're free to go." You turned around to put some information into the datapad but immediately felt him standing up behind you, his shadow looming over you as you gathered all your equipment.

"Well, guess I'll see you around, kid." Quaritch sighed dramatically before saying, then put one of his large hands on your shoulder as he walked out. "When's our next checkup?"

You looked up, then up again... until you met his gaze. "Hm... in this initial phase, the checkups should be pretty regular, so... maybe next week?"

"Nice. See you there." He squeezed your shoulder before exiting the room.

"But–" You couldn't finish your sentence before Quaritch was out the door, and you knew you probably wouldn't have an opportunity quite like that again... so you decided to just relish the moment and allow yourself to blush even harder at the interaction you just had.

A week and a half had passed and you still couldn't get over your encounter with the Colonel, it had messed you up entirely yet served the purpose of enlightening you on your true feelings. Your little admiration had developed into a full-blown crush and the following nights after the checkup you couldn't help but touching yourself, remembering the way he looked at you and called you a 'good girl'.

You felt insane, victim of your own desires and you just couldn't control it. The thought of him never ceased to appear in your mind, yet fully aware of the taboo weighing on you... he was currently in a different species' body, that alone made you feel like a freak.

But imagine your surprise when one of the nurses came into your lab, all scared face, asking you if you could go the medbay. "Colonel Quaritch demands your presence for the checkup, ma'am..."

Fuck. Why did he want you specifically? Did Quaritch actually want to see you again? That thought never crossed your mind before, but now... it thrilled you.

You strutted your way to the medbay and confidently entered his station, and there he was in all his glory. Seated in a comfortable position, legs spread open and tail slowly wagging. He reminded you of a cat, observing his prey.

"Took your time, huh?" Quaritch's voice resonated through your body, low and severe. He didn't seem as content as the other time you saw him.

"I can assume you didn't sleep so well this time, Colonel." You said as you closed the door behind you, slowly approaching the blue alien.

"I'm all wound up lately, princess. Needin' to get off some steam." The grin he gave you was full of mischief, but he still looked stern and very stressed.

"May I suggest more exercise? Some cardio, maybe? Running on those personalized giant treadmills must feel nice." You innocently proposed, but the look in his eyes turned deep and dark.

"Oh, you could help me with some cardio, alright..." His demeanor transformed into something more playful, turning his head sideways like a puppy in order to get your full reaction.

You gasped lightly at his words, turning completely red at the implication. "You pervert!" You whispered, looking up at him.

The Colonel laughed loudly while holding both his hands up in defense. "Hey, I didn't say a thing! You're the one assuming!" He continued laughing for a bit before you finally decided to avert the situation and take one of your medical instruments to his mouth.

"Open." You said plainly, and he obeyed with a bit of hesitance. "Your throat is sore, have you been screaming a lot?" You hoped the question would throw him off the previous conversation.

"Oh, you have no idea, kid." It worked, and you could see the exhaustion in his eyes as he spoke.

"I'll give you some syrup for that, you'll be good as new in no time." You offered him a smile despite feeling so small in his presence, his intimidating size always getting on your nerves.

"Does it taste like shit?" He prodded.

"Oh, c'mon. Can't handle a bit of medicine?" You teased while measuring his blood pressure.

"Watch it." His voice came with a warning, but you only smirked at him.

As you were finishing the checkup, you turned around from him to update the datapad. Suddenly, you felt something lifting the hem of your dress up from behind, so you looked down and caught the sight of his tail trying to expose you.

"Fuck, that little sundress you' wearin' looks good on you." Quaritch said, looking at your exposed thighs.

You quickly slapped his tail away from you, smoothing down the hem of your dress neatly while gasping in exasperation.

"Oh, you–!" You tried to measure your tone to a low whisper but ended up not being able to control your words. "You absolute bastard!"

His low chuckle only served to turn you on and piss you off at the same time. "Don't call me names, darlin'... I might like it."

You sighed in defeat, opening up the door as an invitation. You didn't know if you should feel harassed or horny... or both. "You're free to go now, Colonel."

He chuckled at you, rising up from his seat and towering over your frame.

"See you next time, sweetheart." Quaritch said while ruffling your hair lightly. The way the pet name rolled off his tongue made your heart beat even faster, and you knew you were going to remember it later that night.

You couldn't concentrate for the rest of the day, feeling the ghost of his presence crawl under your skin. It ignited you to even think he could want you... made you feel seen, desired.

As you got ready to go to your quarters, you remembered the throat medicine you promised to give him... and you had an idea. It wouldn't hurt to try, right? Besides, you just wanted to see him again, maybe gain another compliment so you could touch yourself later thinking about it.

So you removed your labcoat and went with just your sundress, fixing your hair on the way to his chambers.

You hesitated before knocking on his door, but your crush was so intense it filled you with crazed bravery.

Your eyes widened at the sight of a shirtless Quaritch answering the door, who looked quite unhappy until he realized it was you. "Oh, wow. What gives me the honor?" He leaned on the doorframe and crossed his arms, looking down at your face.

"I-I brought the syrup I mentioned earlier... for your throat." Gosh, he was handsome. Blue, tall and muscular, you wish you could climb him like a tree. His big green eyes flickered between your face and the big recipient you were holding, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

He chuckled in response, taking the medicine from your hands. "You're the sweetest thing, ain'tcha?" He seemed to look down at your body before stepping aside and leaving a gap in the doorway. "Come in, kid... don't worry, the filtration system's out so the air is good enough for ya."

Besides your better judgment, you just couldn't simply deny an order from the Colonel. You entered his room and quickly noticed how everything was oversized, big enough for his comfort... you found that endearing.

He closed the door behind you and suddenly realized how crazy that whole situation was. You were in his quarters, alone with the legendary Miles Quaritch... and he was shirtless.

"So... h-how can I help?" You tried maintaining calm, but deep down you were so nervous you couldn't help but stutter at your words.

"Oh, I know somethin' you could help me with." His canines showed in his sharp grin and the vision made you swallow dry, nearly panicking when he trapped you against the wall with his body. He was ducked enough so his face was just slightly above yours, and he seemed even more intimidating than before.

"I don't understand..." You didn't want to seem weak, so you maintained eye contact even though it was proven to be quite difficult.

"Don't act a fool, you know damn well why you're here. I’m tense and I need a hand. I thought a pretty thing like you could help me out." Quaritch looked at you with hungry eyes, the implications of his advance combined with his closeness to you made your panties wet.

But even though you were completely horny at that point, you just didn't want to give in so easily. "I-I don’t think this is appropriate, Colonel..." Your voice came out in a mere whisper, not being able to convince him.

"Oh, cut the crap. I’ve seen the way you look at me in the corridors, the way you blush whenever you’re near me… it’s adorable." He took the opportunity to lift your chin up with his big fingers, forcing you into a more direct stare. "Or do you want me to believe you came all the way here just to give me some medicine?"

You swallowed again as you felt completely exposed, but surprisingly, you weren't ashamed. Instead, you felt even more encouraged to pursue what you had been fantasizing about for weeks now.

"Then, what do you need from me, Quaritch?" You fiddled with the hem of your dress playfully, and he looked down at your body to accompany your movements. "What would you like me to do?" You said softly.

He slowly raised his gaze to your face again, smiling widely while licking his lips.

"I would like you..." Quaritch's tail once again tried to lift your dress up, grazing the skin of your thigh and giving you goosebumps in the process. "to take your clothes off."

Your eyes widened a bit at his request, but you wanted to behave for him. As you slowly removed your dress, you noticed his eyes roaming on your skin, hungry for the sight of you.

"Ah... such a good girl you are." Quaritch's voice was low and raspy, full of desire. He only stood there, arms propped on each side of your head as he observed your every move with much interest.

The way he called you made you blush even harder, not being able to control a low satisfied hum in response.

"You like it when I praise you, huh?" Once your dress was gone, he took it from your hands and tossed it across the room. "You gotta earn it if you wanna hear more... so keep moving."

You nodded your head and decided to try something out while you undid your bra. "Yes, sir..." You said lightly, barely audible.

Letting your bra fall to the ground, you massaged your exposed breasts only to show them off, allowing a playful grin to appear on your lips.

"Oh, you dirty little thing." Soon the Colonel's hands replaced yours, his big palms completely covered your breasts as he squeezed them not so gently. "How many times did you touch yourself thinkin' about this, huh? Thinkin' 'bout me?"

Heat rose to your cheeks and traveled down your belly, the sensation of his hands on you clouded your thoughts. "Ah... m-many times, sir... so many..."

Quaritch appeared really satisfied with your answer, twitching his ears in excitement and wagging his tail. "Oh yeah? You've got toys or somethin'?"

He wanted to know the details and you were going to give it to him, even though it made you blush.

"Y-Yes, I..." You slowly lowered your panties, feeling them slide down your legs. "I got a dildo I use..."

"Really?" His condescending tone only made the ache between your legs grow. "What's the size of that thing?"

"Hm... pretty average, actually." You eyed him with false innocence before he grabbed your ass hard, almost lifting you up.

"Ha, let me tell ya, kid... I think I might be bigger than average." Quaritch inclined his head, inviting you to look down. As you did, you finally saw the bulge in his pants... the thing was huge.

"Holy shit..." You said under your breath, making him laugh. "I-I don't think it will fit, Colonel..."

His laugh was harsh and patronizing. "Nah, we'll make it work." He looked all casual about it, smug as always.

Quaritch took your arm and guided you to his enormous bed, lifting you up and laying you out in front of him.

"Fuck, look at you..." He carefully kneeled in front of the bed, massaging your thighs encouragingly. "Open them for me, sweetheart."

You opened your legs delicately, exposing your slick sex to him.

His pupils widened at the sight of your pussy, and only for a brief moment he looked at your eyes before finally devouring you, diving mouth-first into your sex. The sheer surprise of his action made you jolt a little, granting you a slap on the side of your thigh. "Ah!"

"Behave." He said against you, just a quick pause before he continued. Quaritch licked your entrance up to your clit, kissing his way around your labia and making an absolute mess.

You whined and moaned at his movements, grabbing the sheets around you and caressing the back of his head. Your reaction only encouraged him to tantalizingly insert a finger inside you, making you shake from overstimulation.

"Ah! Quaritch!" Moaning his last name made him smile against you, chuckling to himself and pausing for a quick comment.

"I have a finger up your cunt, darlin'... I think you can call me 'Miles' now..." He used the break to nip at the inside of your thighs, his sharp canines leaving marks as he bit into your supple skin.

"P-Please, Miles... don't stop..." Was all you could say before you felt another finger easing in you, his big digits spreading you open.

"Shh... so needy, ain'tcha?" He moved his fingers in and out carefully, aware of the size difference between you. "Don't worry... daddy's feelin' generous today."

Daddy. That word was your weakness, sending you deeper into a spiral of need and desire you didn't know possible. It was all you needed to send you to the edge.

Miles continued eating you out then, sucking on your clit while fucking you with his fingers. He licked and sucked and drooled all over you, meanwhile, his fingers curled up inside hitting the perfect spot.

"Ah! Please, d-daddy!" You could feel him smiling against you again as you got closer and closer to your climax. "Fuck!"

Waves of pleasure washed over you as your orgasm bloomed, sending electricity all over your body. But even after you came Miles didn't stop, forcing you to pull your hips away from him. "T-Too much..."

Quaritch wasn't exactly pleased with that, but he also wanted to move things along so he allowed it. "Okay, okay..."

He took the opportunity to take a breath from the respirator that laid next to you on the bed, closing his eyes and letting the air revigorate him.

Only then he crawled on top of you, his predatory demeanor causing you to feel even smaller than you already were in comparison to him. Miles bit his lip while lowering his pants, letting his dick spring out free from his boxers.

You couldn't help but gasp at the sheer size of it... could be compared to the size of your forearm, even. The glowy patterns of his skin extended down to his length, and the purple-rosy tip already dripped with pearlescent precum.

"It's rude to stare." He had a ridiculous smile on his face, clearly satisfied by your shocked expression.

Quaritch was slotted between your legs, stroking his dick slowly while admiring your body. "I'm gonna fuck you up, pretty girl."

Shivers went down your body at his low whisper, and you hummed in approval as he started to grind his length against your pussy. The veins and dots served as texture and stimulated your sensitive clit.

When you felt him positioning his tip at your entrance, you looked up at him and saw his concentrated face. Quaritch was intensely staring at where your bodies met, watching as every inch of him stretched you open and penetrated you.

"M-Miles..." You were about to tell him it was too much, but he soon slipped even further into you, causing you to gasp.

"Shh... attagirl." He eased in and out, inch by inch, slowly and precisely. You were pretty wet already but he occasionally would spit down on his dick to lubricate it even more.

You felt so full... his girth stretched you open so deliciously it hurt, making you teary-eyed.

"Daddy... please, ah!" When the first word came out of your mouth, you felt his grip on you tighten even further and you knew you were going to get bruised.

"You like that, huh? Let me see those tears, then." He was kneeling upright on the bed, grabbing your hips and raising them up to his crotch, completely controlling the movements.

The tears you were holding back started to cascade down your face in an instant, the relief of crying easing down the slight pain. You were overstimulated, but you didn't want to stop.

"Yeah... good girl, (y/n)." The sound of your name combined with the praise was divine, making you even more driven to continue such a crazy endeavor.

"I-I can take it, Miles... please." Was all you needed to say. He looked at your eyes for a lingering moment before thrusting his hips onto yours once, then twice... still slow but comparatively harsh.

You gasped at his every move and noticed that the pain slowly faded away, turning into delicious pleasure. Miles noticed that too, you began to moan louder and louder... so he started to thrust deeper, faster.

Soon he was fucking into you with the maximum length he could, making you mewl his name in return. He hovered over you, ears twitching in excitement and tail wagging.

"Such a tight little cunt, ah... taking my cock so well..." He groaned and hummed occasionally, the sounds vibrating in his chest.

You stayed in that position for a while, just taking him like a doll... until he stopped. You looked at him in confusion before feeling him lift you up completely, manhandling you until you were on top of his laid-down frame.

"You do the work now, princess." Quaritch said while inhaling on the respirator, chest quickly rising and falling trying to regulate his own breathing.

"Oh, you lazy bum." You whispered while aligning the tip of his cock into your entrance. You were facing him, cowgirl style as you slowly lowered your hips down onto his big dick.

"Hey!" He smacked your ass a little harder than intended, but didn't apologize. "You're lucky your cunt's been making me real jolly right now." And he smiled that stupid smile of his.

You decided to ignore him and just continue hopping on his cock, making a mess on the sheets as you rolled your hips in circles, up and down.

"Agh... fuck, look at you... such a good little whore." Quaritch's hands traveled your body without a certain destination, squeezing your tits and caressing your back before grabbing at your waist. "Go faster, I wanna see ya jiggle."

Obeying without much thinking, you started to fuck yourself into him faster. After a few thrusts, you felt yourself lowering even further onto him, taking him even deeper than before. Your eyes rolled back in ecstasy, moaning loudly while holding him for dear life.

"Fuck, doll... I'm gonna make you pop like that..." To your surprise, there was a sense of urgency in the Colonel's voice, was he... worried?

"Hmm, I hope I pop..." You said without thinking, too fucked out to even form coherent thoughts.

Miles laughed at that, seeing your expression and hearing your lust-filled voice... he knew you were enjoying yourself way too much. "Wow, you're such a fucking freak, huh? Such a dirty little slut."

The insults just fuelled you into a frenzy, bouncing on his dick faster and deeper and taking him almost all the way up. That's when you noticed his hand resting on your stomach, and you realized he was trying to feel the bulge his cock made in your belly.

"Can feel myself inside ya, kid... fuck." His enormous hand lingered there for a few moments before lowering his thumb to your clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive bud.

You rolled your head back in so much pleasure your vision went dark, moaning obscenely along with the squelching sounds your bodies made. Feeling your second orgasm growing inside, you hopped up and down until he was completely buried inside you. Once you took all his length, you simply started rolling your hips without taking him out. "Ahh...! F-Feels so... so good..."

"Goddammit, (y/n)... keep going." Demanded Quaritch, and you didn't even need the encouragement because you couldn't stop if you wanted to, searching your high frenetically.

For your luck, his thumb didn't stop either, rubbing your clit just right. You were so full and stretched and sensitive that all you could do was mewl for him. "Miles! Daddy... fuck, I'm gonna..."

"Y-Yeah, me too, princess..." He looked at you through half-shut eyes, not being able to hide his own pleasure. His hands squeezed your hips keeping them as close to him as possible, forcing you into him. "Ugh, gonna cum all up inside ya."

And then you felt him twitching inside your walls, spilling his seed and filling you up with his cum as he growled like an animal. You could feel his jizz dripping out of you, slowly oozing from your entrance onto his skin. That feeling alone, of being filled to the brim, made you finish in no time.

You came with a loud moan, throwing your head backward and arching your back. Your orgasm took over you, making you tingle in pure ecstasy... you had never felt anything like that before.

As you came down from your high, you opened your eyes to see Miles watching you attentively. His pupils were blown out while he heavily breathed through his respirator, and he smiled smugly at you.

"How you doing, kid?" He said after tossing his mask aside, rubbing soft circles on your bruised skin, surprisingly tender in his movements.

You slowly moved your hips up inch by inch, removing his now softening cock from inside you. It plopped onto his belly comically as you rolled to your side, climbing up the bed in order to face him. You felt incredibly empty without his girth stretching you, but you were proud of yourself for being able to take him so well.

"I feel amazing..." You confessed, not able to suppress a wide smile.

Quaritch laughed at that, inviting you to lay on his chest. You could hear his rapid heartbeats as he teased you. "Me too, me too..."

You both stayed there for a while, eyes closed while caressing each other until you remembered the air filtration system would start working at any minute. So you quickly got up, cleaned yourself and started to make your way to the door.

"Hey, where d'you think you're going, hm?" A stern voice could be heard from the bed.

"I thought you were sleeping..." You said, coming back into the room.

"Without saying goodbye? Heartless." He said pretentiously, knowing damn well he would do the same. "See you around, sweetheart."

"See you around, Miles." Without much thinking, you leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. He didn't smile, but his ears flickered adorably and you took that as a win.

Before you could reach the door, you heard Quaritch call while standing up to reach you. "(y/n)?"

"Yes?" You turned around, looking up to meet his gaze.

"When's our next checkup?" He fumbled on his feet as he tried to pull his underwear up, making you chuckle.

"Honestly? I have no idea. As I said, checkups aren't really my thing." You tried not to stare too much at his body, the memories from the recent events already taking over your mind.

"Right..." The Colonel seemed disappointed at that, but his bright green eyes lit up the moment you started to speak.

"Don't worry, just call me whenever you need some cardio." You said as you winked, gaining a sharp grin from him.

"Yeah, that ain't a bad idea."

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prettyoatmeal · 1 year ago

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TF141 Taking Care of Sick Reader!

A/N: Guys I'm so sick right now. This cold has hit me like a truck at full speed. I literally slept 13 hrs today?!?!?!?!?!? So lets go guys, sick HC's because I need some comfort.

Masterlist here!

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Price just doesn't care because he rarely ever gets sick. Whenever you catch a cold, he's just unfazed because he knows his body well.

This man will PAMPER you. He'll cook you whatever you're craving, and if you're not hungry, you're getting force fed a few cups of broth just so there's something in you.

He'll run you a bath with the soap you love so much, making sure it's nice and steamy in the way you like it. And while your nose his clearing up from the steam, he's massaging your shoulders and the back of your neck and wherever you ask him to. Because he'll be damned if his love has to spend one more second with their body aching.

Taking medicine with him is a chore for both of you. Him because he has to deal with your stubbornness, and you because liquid medicine tastes awful and theres no getting around it. He's just there holding the spoon with the burgundy coloured syrup and you're turning away every time he gets it close to your mouth.

"Sweetheart, I know it tastes awful but it's only here to make you feel better."

Ends up bribing you with taking you out to your favourite restaurant when you're better, but lets face it, he would've taken you anyway.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

And once you've finally taken it, disregarded the disgusted look on your face, he's actively kissing you on your cheeks, your forehead, maybe your lips as well despite how much you try to pull away from them. But you give in of course. He's only looking out for you and you love him too much.

Gaz I think would be a bit of a germaphobe at first.

Illness on the battlefield? Sure, he can deal with that, who cares Sickness at home?? Nope, the antiseptic spray is coming out and getting sprayed onto every surface of your flat.

You're not getting out of bed until you're sure you're fine because he'll be damned if he catches it from you. He's making sure every second of the day that you're fed, you're hydrated, you're comfy.

If you ask him very nicely, he'll let you cuddle up to him if you promise to not sneeze on him. But when you're finally in his arms, he sees your flushed face, your bleary eyes, the way you cling onto him so tightly even though you're so weak, fading in and out of sleep and he feels himself falling in love all over again.

"Poor baby. I'll take care of you, don't worry."

It happens every single time, it's hilarious. His mind changes every single time. Even if you sneeze on him, you'll get nothing more than a slight scolding as he holds a tissue up to your nose.

Medicine is different with him. Mixes it with your hot tea knowing just how much you hate taking it. If you question why it tastes so weird, he blames it on the temperature distorting the flavour and your messed up taste buds.

And it works, you never question it again.

After that, he'll turn your favourite show on just as background noise and it isn't long until you're falling asleep on top of him.

Ghost is not letting you lift a finger. If you stand up to go get something to eat or drink before he deems you of proper health, he's sweeping you off your feet and laying you back into bed.

"I can do things by- achoo! -by myself."

"No you can't. Stay put, lovie. I'll get your plate for you."

Doesn't want to make it seem like he's babying you.. but he definitely just is.

Simon is normally really good with letting you have your independence, he never wants to make it feel like you don't have a choice. But in times like these where you need to rest, he is having absolutely none of it and there's nothing you can do other that yourself be dragged back to your room.

This man will also chase you around the flat to make sure you take the medicine because you better get through this, and on his watch, you will be.

"Open up, Princess." while you keep turning your head away. Much like John, he definitely needs to bribe you with the shoes you saw on the way home one day or that new restaurant that opened a week ago. And only then you finally take it, gagging at the chemically taste.

After that, you will constantly be swaddled in warmth no matter what. Whether it be him since he's pretty much a radiator himself, a hot bath, or a million blankets and plushies. He just wants you as comfortable as possible for your weakened state.

For baths, it's almost certain he will join you. He'll let you lean back on him as he massages your shoulders, your arms, your thighs and legs. And you're left so dizzy and hazy because he's soothing your aching body so well.

He probably catches it a week after you, once you're already better and then it's your turn to take care of him :3 and you know just how Simon feels about being pampered and looked after.

Soap would be sick with you but stubborn as ever to let you take care of him.

He's just way too touchy and kissy and feely when you're infected, it's awful. Makes fun of you for having a bad immune system even though his is just as bad, if not worse.

"Shut your gob, Bonnie. I won't catch it. it's just a wee cold."

He catches it and it was more than just a 'wee cold'. You're both so weak, bodies throbbing and aching all over but he's still determined to make you his priority.

Going to the bathroom is a hassle because when you go, he'll go. He can't leave his love alone, not in this state! He'll stand outside the door like a cat does, just waiting.. and waiting.. and oh! You've accidentally opened the door on him because he can barely pay attention to whatever's in front of him.

To make up for it, you help ice his forehead.

He'll cook for you, infecting the kitchen with his boy-germs. But it's great because he can just put a few cups of broth up to a simmer and drink it with you on the couch.

Once it's time to take medicine, you both chicken out because it just tastes so gross. But knowing you have to take it, you made a deal to take it at the same time. You're both disgusted but clink your mugs together and use your tea as chasers.

Cheers!

Will sneeze on you more than once by accident. He's gross but we love him.

He definitely tries (keyword is tries) to stay awake long enough for you to make sure you're peacefully sleeping through your sick, but he definitely gets knocked out the moment he cuddles up against you.

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GRAHHHHH I'm so sick I'm going to bed. Cheers guys, goodnight

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brittscafe · 1 year ago

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Geto Suguru Headcanons

Synopsis: SFW and NSFW headcanons. Geto Suguru x female reader.

SFW:

Doesn't let anybody touch or play with his hair, expect for you.

Geto calls you babe and princess. He calls you babe more often, princess is reserved for special romantic moments where he feels like he's not really on earth and is floating.

His touch is delicate, like he's afraid he's going to break you. It's feather light.

Knuckles swiping over your cheek and a tiny smile on his face as he does so.

Geto is definitely not a morning person at all.

He'll groan and mumble, pulling you closer and snuggling his head into the curve of your neck.

His morning grumpiness makes you giggle and laugh at him.

His eyes are always on your, peering and admiring.

Geto is very silent and subtle when he wants your attention.

He'll grab your hand and inch closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

You'll lean on him and Geto will gather his arms around you.

He prefers spending quality time with you, watching movies or just sitting in silence together.

He'll cook with you or literally do anything with you just be by your side.

He can become jealous, but he won't say anything. His eyes will though.

He'll glare at a man, eyes glaring up and down as a warning sign.

There is never such a thing as too much PDA to Geto.

He'll usually just his hand on your lower back or an arm wrapped around your waist.

Geto has no problem pulling you aside and pinning you against a building to make out.

He likes the sense of danger when there's a crowd of people around.

He low-key wants to get caught with his tongue inside of your mouth.

The two of you play fight all the time and you usually start it, saying you could easily beat him in a fight.

Geto will cock an eyebrow and start to crawl over to you, a devious smirk on his face.

You giggle endlessly as Geto pins you to the ground, hands above your head without to run to.

If you're ticklish, his hands will attack your sides or wherever you're weak at.

These playfully fights usually end out in make out sessions or more... ;)

Geto loves his bury his head into your neck, nose pressing against your skin and breathing in your scent.

"God, I love the way you smell," he'll whisper, nibbling on your earlobe.

He loves to nibble on your earlobe and tug on it.

Geto doesn't say I love you a lot. He just expresses it through his physical actions.

He only says it for special occasions; leaving for a mission, whispering it in your ear right before you drift off to sleep, or whenever you're bathing together and his arms are wrapped around you from behind.

NSFW:

This man has me chewing on my fingernails. All I have to say is welcome to pound town.

Geto usually likes to be pretty rough with you, a hand wrapped around your throat and controlling your pulse as he's thrusting into you from behind.

Geto loves doggy or anything where he can pound into you from behind.

He loves seeing the tears slip down your cheeks as you're begging him for more.

Geto's eyes roll into the back of his head when you wrap your lips around the head of his cock.

He won't push your head or anything.

He loves watching you on your knees, bobbing on his cock.

Geto will wear a wryly smirk on his face, knowing that you pleasure him so well.

He definitely overstimulates you and he won't stop thrusting even after you both cum. He just keeps going, your whines, whimpers, and moans filling the room.

It turns you on so much when Geto lets his hair down, tickling your skin or face.

I have a feeling that he's mostly dom, but he'll let you ride him, but he's definitely still in charge.

His hands on your hips, guiding them and allowing his cock to sink back inside of you.

He's cocky in bed, whispering such dirty, degrading things to you.

He can also praise you, it really depends on the kind of day he's had.

He likes to be super mean in bed, making you beg from him to allow you to cum or edging you.

I think he's low-key kinky...

He's got fuzzy handcuffs just for you.

He loves to see you squirm and struggle to hold yourself together as his touch is gentle and slowly edging you to your release.

This man will literally start to drool if you have lingerie and wear it just for him.

He'll worship your body, hands teasing every curve and his lips sucking on your skin.

He's aftercare is pretty basic.

Geto will easily swipe you up from the bed and carry you in his strong arms into the bathroom.

He'll usually run a bath for you, having you sit on the counter as he carefully cleans you up.

He takes his time, running the soft cloth over your skin.

Geto usually falls asleep before you do, arms squeezed around your body.

His forehead pressed up against your arm or side, your fingers carding through his raven hair.

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writteninlunarlight-years · 7 months ago

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Busy days give cute ideas-

Since the Hotel was rebuilt, Lucifer has stepped up and has started doing Kingly things again. Talking to the Sins- helping them sort out arguments basically- but also helping Charlie brainstorm ideas for bringing in Sinners and activities.

He forgot how busy being a King made him-

Then Reader, a Sinner that came after the Extermination because they saw the King Himself saying to try redemption -plus free room!- grabs him one day without warning, and throws him into bed. Just full on waits on his every need, watches a movie he hasn't seen before but does like, makes lunch and dinner for him, plays card games-

They do everything Lucifer has been seen enjoying. And Reader remembered? He barely spoke to them, but here they are. Being kind to him.

Basically a full day of reasons why he deserves a break, Lilith wasn't anywhere near as caring as he falsely remembered, and that he REALLY needs to get to know Reader now-

Lazy Dayz in a Dreamy Haze

TW: Overworking, relationship issues, sad feelings

(I am almost positive I made this completely gender ambiguous. Please tell me if I missed something or gendered the reader at all!)

Your fall from grace wasn't anything to really write home about. You were a grade-A lazy person in your mortal life, and that inevitably led to your less-than-amazing death. You could sleep wherever and whenever, find the best binge-worthy shows, and overall, you know how to relax for a good time.

You were a little confused when you saw Charlie's original broadcast for the hotel. How could you ever be redeemed when your sin is just simply enjoying your free time? This seemed like too high a task for a mere princess to accomplish, not to mention that once word got out that the Radio Demon was helping her, it was even more of a put-off.

You followed the story, though; Kattie Killjoy documented it every time something happened in Charlie's unsuspecting life. You also were one of the lucky few to witness the downfall of Vox’s pride due to the Radio Demon.

When the extermination got pushed up to only a couple of days away, you had even more doubts about this redemption policy the princess wanted. When the broadcast showed Lucifer there, ready to strike down, the angels soon to torment more than just the hotel if they didn’t win; something moved in you.

The following day, you packed up your small things and made your way across the city to the hotel. You didn't expect much when you joined the Hazbin Hotel. You saw that the king endorsed it, and if the king said it was cool, then why not? You didn’t reasonably expect your whole life to change, though.

Not only did you gain a little family of friends, but you also got free room and board so long as you completed Charlie's exercises and you got to see him. Lucifer Morningstar was a pragmatic character in the grand scheme of things. Where his daughter had illusions of grandeur, he was there to make things happen and make things work. Doing this, however, cost him what looked like a great deal.

Lucfier worked day in and day out. Even though you lived in the same hotel as him, you hardly saw him not doing something for Charlie or one of the other inhabitants. Seeing someone doing so much to make a dream come true and not take care of his own was sad. Maybe this was when the first inklings of your feelings for the king kicked in.

Growing close to the others in the hotel, you eventually learn all about Lucifer's problems in his past, from harboring poor feelings towards his fellow angels to having to deal with losing Lilith and his daughter. Luckily, he and Charlie rekindled some of their relationship, but it was clear Lucifer worked himself to death to avoid thinking about the missing person. Lilith, though a once prominent figure in hell, was still not found, causing a lot of people, including Charlie, to assume she just never was going to come back.

You got confirmation about Lucifer's depression one rainy night sitting at the bar. You were busy talking to Husk about Charlie's upcoming bonding retreat when a groggy Lucifer came down to get a drink. While he sat next to you, the bags and lines around his face were as clear as day. For an immortal being, he looked like he was knocking on death's door. He had been working long into the night to ensure Charlie’s next adventure went on without a hitch.

You had nothing against Charlie and immensely enjoyed her company. You can only assume Charlie hadn’t given her father a break because he was never this vulnerable around her. You knew Husk had a way to get people to open up, but you were surprised he was opening up in front of you. He looked exhausted, as if sleep had invaded him for nights. You wanted to hug him, wrap him in blankets, and tell him to sleep.

While looking over the man, you noticed a band of gold on his hand that he awkwardly fidgeted with. Taking the context clues and knowledge from those in the hotel, you'd bet that was his wedding band. While watching him drink his fourth glass of whiskey for the night, you leaned over and placed a comforting hand on his. “I know you don’t know me well, but Lucifer, you are doing an amazing job. It’s okay to stop and breathe a little. You won’t be letting anyone down if it’s to help yourself.”

His look was no less than shocked; from what you gathered, no one ever really talked to him in a comforting manner. “Uh, well, thank you, Y/N; you know I am happy you joined the hotel. You will be an excellent Winner if we can ever redeem a soul.”

That statement struck a cord in you again. Why did he know that you would make a good Winner? He had barely even met you when you joined the hotel. He was always so busy and working that the most you two said to each other on a given day was a small hello. Yet he knew enough about you to tell you would make a great Winner. You didn’t know that Lucifer was paying attention from the beginning of your journey at the hotel. He always said his job was to help make dreams come true, especially his daughters. So when you came along and started helping everyone with your calming aura and comforting ideas, he took extra notice of you. That's why he knew all your favorite napping spots, how you put self-care and rest above everything, and how you wanted to help others as much as he did.

From that day forth, you looked at the King of Hell differently. Instead of wondering why he was so busy and never saying no, you looked for all the times he grabbed that band. In doing this, you learned he liked to make rubber ducks, enjoyed the circus, had a fixation on apples, loved to sing randomly, and had a knack for helping others.

Honestly, the last part wasn’t that surprising. Charlie had to have gotten that trait somewhere. With Liltih being AWOL and the stories you heard in passing about the woman, you figured she wasn’t where Charlie's helping streak necessarily originated from. Taking this knowledge, you devise a plan to help the King of Hell finally get some reprieve.

Executing this plan flawlessly took a couple of days. From finding all the proper materials to convincing Charlie to make sure no one called on Lucifer, you had your work cut out for you. You didn’t know why you cared so much about what happened to Lucifer other than it tugged at your once-beating heart that he was so overworked and undervalued.

The day finally came for you to stop the overworked man and get him to slow down. As he started his day bright and early, you were already downstairs waiting. His arrival was right on time, and everyone knew that when he asked the dreaded ‘what can I do for everyone today’ question, they all had to say nothing.

When he heard he had nothing to do, Lucifer returned to playing with that ring on his finger. This was your cue to help him find a better way to distract himself than taking on millions of small tasks. You stood before Lucifer, hand outstretched with a broad smile, “Do you trust me?”

You were met with little hesitance, and before you knew it, you had taken Lucfier up to the day room on the top floor. You had set everything up for the first half of your relaxation day. There was a giant pillow fort taking up center stage of the room.

Lucifer was taken aback. This was the sweetest thing anyone had done for him. It is a little cozy retreat away from having to work, a welcomed distraction. He was excited to see what your mind came up with. The whole interaction left a warm feeling in his chest, one he didn’t know if he was ready to explore yet.

Crawling in, you beckoned Lucfier to join you inside and get cozy. The magnificent fort was littered with various comfort foods, cozy blankets, and a TV with what Charlie called his favorite shows. Turning on the fairy lights and TV, you immediately saw the tension in his shoulders begin to relax.

You two stayed there for hours, watching shows, eating good food, and talking. Lucifer didn’t know when the last time he allowed himself to be this free with another person. You were content making sure he understood how valued he was, but you couldn’t deny the proximity, and the ease of the conversation was beginning to make you feel some type of way.

When the final movie was put on the TV, you let out a slight yawn. You had never disrupted your sleep schedule and nap time for someone else before, and your body was beginning to disagree with you. Lucifer took note of this and scooted a little closer to you. When you looked up at him, he just patted his shoulder, and you understood he was offering assistance to you.

You laughed gently in your hand, shaking your head. “No, mister. I am supposed to be helping you, not the other way around. Come here.”

As you said this, you repositioned the situation, so Lucifer rested against your chest. Your arms were wrapped around him, and you were gently playing with his hair. Lucifer hadn't complained about this, so you deemed it safe to continue. His hair was soft, with a little gel from when he woke this morning. Eventually, your hand stopped moving as you drifted off to sleep.

Lucifer was content like this. He hadn’t been held in so long. This was something he only dreamed of doing with Lilith once more. He thought about all these things and felt your hands slow and your breathing even.

Lifting his head slightly to look at you and not wake you, he realized you were lovely. The thought initially scared him as he hadn’t thought of another since Lilith, but your compassion and kindness were a refreshment. Slowly, he rested his head back on your chest and took a much-needed nap.

You had woken first, feeling Lucifer tighten his grip subconsciously around you. Smiling, you stroked his hair again as you pulled out your phone. There was still an hour before the final stage of relaxation day could continue. You closed your phone and realigned your attention to Lucifer.

He looked so beautiful, almost angelic if you were allowed to say that. He let out tiny snores, and you could nearly not see the bags under his eyes. You gently caressed his cheek without thinking, and when he nuzzled your hand, your face lit up. You told yourself he wasn’t ready and to diminish these feelings immediately.

Once the hour was up, you gently woke Lucifer with a light shake. He rubbed his eyes and stretched, looking at the now-darkened TV. Once he was situated, he got out of the fort with you, ready for you to lead him on the next adventure.

You strategically chose the top floor for the fort retreat so everyone else could set up downstairs. See, your plan helped kill two birds with one stone. Charlie wanted a fun way to bring in more sinners, and you wanted to help take the stress off Lucifer's plate. In doing so, the Hazbin Hotel Annual Carnival was born.

As you arrived downstairs, the carnival was in full swing. Flashing lights, games, food, and even a circus event were happening. You turned to look at Lucfier and shouted, ‘Surprise!’ He was astonished that you not only considered giving him a brain break but also made sure to add something physically fun.

This was particularly useful in two ways: he loved the circus and would be tired when he went to bed if he got worn out at the carnival. You showed him around the carnival with a broad smile on your face. All the regular inhabitants of the hotel were the carnies and some outside friends Alstor enlisted.

As soon as you explained everything, Lucifer had your hand in his and dragged you around. Though you were still exhausted, seeing this man so happy was well worth it. You participated in the games and the face painting. Lucifer laughed hard when he saw you get his Iconic makeup done.

As you made it to one of the last games, you found Angel managing the Apple Bobbing contest. With a broad smile, you drug Lucifer over and place your bets on who could get the largest apple. You hoped the newly painted makeup would withstand this trial as you went first. Coming back up with a tiny apple, Angel had to make one of his inappropriate jokes.

Next, the king himself went for an apple, not before blushing at the lewd comment Angel had made about you. He really needed to teach him that it's okay to keep thoughts inside. As he went down for an apple, he found a golden one and took his chance. Popping his head up, Angel rang a bell, signifying the grand prize.

Lucifer was handed a giant white snake plushie with a top hat as his winnings. He smiled, holding the cute item, and then turned to you. Gently, he wrapped the snake around your arm and shoulders, smiling wide. Your heart fluttered at the notion that he had given you his grand prize, no questions asked.

Over the loudspeakers, an excited Charlie could be heard asking everyone to come to the big top for the show. Lucifer was excited that his daughter, as a ringmaster, would entertain all these guests. As you two took your seats in the crowded room, the lights dimmed, and Charlie, in an adorable outfit almost identical to her father's, came out.

The smile on Lucifer's face when he saw Charlie look and act like him was heartwarming. You could almost see tears in his eyes. Lucifer was notably the most involved watcher of the show, answering questions, raising his hand for volunteer options, and even performing a song with Charlie. It was a fantastic event that left many impressed.

As the circus act ended, Charlie approached you and thanked you for taking over this task. She had already gotten many people asking to enroll in her redemption program. While Charlie was talking to you, it was missed by all the knowing soft smile Lucifer had while staring at you. He realized that he hadn’t gone to rub his band once this entire day since you showed up.

Looking down at his hand, he moved the band from his left finger to his right. He wasn’t fully ready to let go of Lilith, at least not in the semblance of her being the mother of his child, but he was ready not to let his past hold him back anymore. He walked over to you and Charlie and gently interrupted the conversation, asking to steal you away.

Charlie said yes, giving you a big thumbs up before she went on her own way, too. You gave Lucifer your full attention again as he led you to the Farris Wheel. Climbing aboard, you two faced each other and began talking like earlier that day. The conversation seemed so fluid for you two, making this a beautiful moment.

Once at the top of the wheel, there was a sudden jolt, causing you to move forward and land in Lucifer's lap. Both of you laughed gently as you resituated back in your seat. In doing so, however, you noticed his left hand was bare. You panicked, “Where did your ring go? Did it fall when I moved? We have to look for it.”

Lucifer just laughed at you and shook his head. He showed you his right hand now adorning his wedding band. You calmed down and looked at Lucifer as he explained, “I have never been so well taken care of, Y/N. To say I appreciate you would be an understatement. For seven years of my life, I have lived in this dark shadow that I was at fault for losing all I held dear. Though Charlie has been there trying to help, I still drown myself in work to forget Lilith.”

Lucfier repositioned to sit closer to you, looking you in the eyes, “However, you have impacted my life since the day you arrived. I have been watching you and find your efforts to comfort and help those around you refreshing. I find it so amazing you even took time out for me to plan all of this.”

Lucifer gently touched your cheek as he continued, “I have loved every minute of this day, and as I began to love it more and more, I realized I couldn’t let Lilith control my life forever, especially if she wasn’t here. I am not ready to completely let go; she is the mother of my child, and I hope she is alive and well. I am saying, though, that I am ready to move on and try to live more carefree again. You, Y/N, have been a dream come true.”

Tears welled up in both your eyes as you took in the words. You smiled and reached your hand out to hold his. Hand in hand, you two laughed and looked over all of hell from the top of the wheel. You were happy he finally accepted being free from his past and taking self-care and love for himself seriously. It was also astonishing that you were the one to teach him this.

As the Farris Wheel ended and let you two off, the darkest point of the night finally hit. Grouping up at the front of the hotel, Lucifer's arms wrapped around you. A beautiful array of fireworks went off while you looked up to the sky. Turning to face Lucifer, you felt like you were living a dream. Who knew Lazy Days would result in a beautiful Dreamy Haze.

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lotus-n-l0ve · 7 months ago

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THE MOON IS BEAUTIFUL, ISN'T IT?

— Knight!Giyu Tomioka x Princess!Female Reader

Someone With Whom You Can Share Your Deepest Thoughts, Feelings, Dreams ; Your Soul Friend., Your Anam Cara, Your Tomioka.

*⁠.⁠✧ SYNOPSIS : His fate was decided even before his birth. His fate that intertwined with yours.

*⁠.⁠✧ WARNINGS & TAGS : Knight!Giyu, princess!reader, royal au, historical au, friends to lovers, kiss, fluff, 1.7k words.

*⁠.⁠✧ — NAVIGATION // DEMON SLAYER MASTERLIST

DON'T PRESS [KEEP READING] IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE.

Knight!Giyu, whose fate was planned for him even before his birth. His fate to follow his father's footsteps. Just like his father has served the Emperor, Giyu too would protect the only princess of the empire with utmost loyalty till his last breath.

Knight!Giyu, who was a prodigy since birth. Who excelled in studies and came on top of his class. Who surpassed boys older than him sword fight without breaking a sweat.

Knight!Giyu, who met you for the first time on your tenth birthday. When right after cutting the three tier cake, your father made the boy, who was the same age as you, kneel in front of you on one of his knees. Holding your hand in both of his, he performed the vow of loyalty. He took the oath of protecting you with all his life. A kiss on the back of your hand sealed the ritual.

Knight!Giyu, who always stayed within your hearing distance, in sight or hidden, after that night. Under the supervision of an experienced knight, he followed you wherever you went. Whether it was to the playroom or to parties. Any attempt of conversation with him was always a failure, especially when most of his replies were at most two words.

Knight!Giyu, who became a silent comfort whenever things got too overwhelming on your little soul. Who sat in a corner of the playroom, your little hiding place, while you sobbed because no one in this damn palace had the time to see the drawings you had made in the arts class.

Knight!Giyu, who offered to see your drawings when he saw that your sobbs were nowhere near ending. Giyu could swear that something shifted in his heart when your eyes were filled up with thousands of stars, looking at him like he was your saviour. But his little heart was too inexperienced and naive to understand what the feeling was.

When you fell asleep after hours of explaining your drawings to Giyu and him just nodding and humming in understandment, Giyu covered your sleeping body with a fluffy lavender blanket and sat by your head, guarding you from any harm.

Knight!Giyu, who you dragged to sit with you at a tea party, surrounded by beautiful tea sets, dolls, flowers and snacks. Though Giyu didn't have any permission to have any interaction other than protecting, away from others’ presence, Giyu let you do whatever you wanted.

Giyu played along with you, having tea parties, making art, hearing your story telling and other things. If the emperor was to find out then Giyu would be in great trouble and maybe never see you again.

Knight!Giyu, with whom you developed a relationship more than just the princess & her knight. He was your friend who you held dear to your heart. He became a very important part of your daily life. One day that you didn't see him. Instead of him, it was another boy, Sabito, guarding you. That had never happened in the past three years that he was appointed as your personal knight.

His absence made you frantically look for him all over the royal palace. When you couldn't find him, you locked yourself in the playroom, refusing to come till ‘Tomioka’ didn't come back. Your act threw the palace into shambles. Servant running to spread the news. Both the emperor and empress worried sick for their daughter who had long stopped responding to their pleas.

A messenger was sent to the Giyu estate, urgently summoning Giyu. Despite Mrs. Giyu’s desperate protest against taking her severely sick to the palace, Giyu promised his mother that he would return soon.

The door of the playroom opened after the gentle pleas of Giyu to open the door. Giyu's face came into your view as soon as you opened the door. However your happiness lasted very short as you finally took in his face. Red face, teary eyes, lips taking big huffs and his slightly crouched form. Guilt swarmed in your heart. Countless apologies sprouting from your mouth with tears in your eyes. Only calming down after lots of assurance from Giyu.

Knight!Giyu, who you visited in his house everyday till he recovered and was able to come back to the palace. In the future too, whenever Giyu wasn't able to come, you visited his house. Your fixation in Giyu worried your parents, as well as his mother. A girl, none other than a princess, being so close to a man, who also happened to be her knight was quite scandalous to the upper class. Though they chucked it under as a simple crush.

Knight!Giyu, who became quite overprotective over the years. He could not even understand this feeling. Whenever he saw you, he wanted to hide you away from everyone else. His heart filled up with rage every time you cried in his arms. He also felt a sense of serenity when you both gazed at the beautiful night sky, talking about the stars, with your head tucked comfortably on his shoulder.

“The moon is beautiful, isn't it?” You asked in the silence of the night.

“It is.” Giyu whispered with his eyes staring at your illuminating face.

Knight!Giyu, who agreed to teach you using a sword after days of whining and failed attempts to bribe him from you. Your parents were absolutely against the idea when you told them of your desire to learn sword fighting. So every evening when you were supposed to rest in your room, Giyu taught you the art of sword fighting.

The sword slipped from your danity fingers, landing metres away from you, with its sharp edge dug into the ground. The wall, cold against your back. Giyu's sword inches apart from your delicate neck, hovering in the air. Your attention was far away from the potential threat. The close proximity sent shivers down your spine.

He was so close, so close. Only a small movement and your lips would be on his. The thought was tempting. You could kiss him, feel him, lose yourself in him. But the thought of the next moments, the thought of losing him forever as your friend, stopped you.

“Distraction on the battlefield will only bring you to your doom, princess.” Stated your biggest doom.

Knight!Giyu, who was not very fond of the whole ‘Debutante ball’, especially when it was your coming out party. It would mean that you would officially be out to propose. Suitors would be hungry to get you into their family, not caring about you, only thinking about the weather, status and power you would bring to their family name.

Knight!Giyu, who stuck close to you throughout the party. His mood was worse than normal days as greedy eyes stared your way, making you uncomfortable and him annoyed. His menacing aura was more than enough to keep potential nobel men away from you, too scared to go anywhere near the angry dog.

It is only after his father took notice of his sons increasing irritating, thinking it to be due to his reserved personality, Mr. Giyu made Giyu take a break from the knight duty, rather forcefully, much to Giyu's dismay. Now even Giyu would not be there to keep you safe from them.

Knight!Giyu, who had been the only source of comfort to you throughout the party. In his absence, people seemed to have jump on you, asking you for a dance one after another. All the dances had the same pattern, precise and perfect, that bored you out of your mind.

Looking for the right moment, you snuck out of the party, your feets leading you to where you knew Giyu would be, the garden on the back of the castle, the most secluded place for the night. And you were right. You could see the board back is Giyu, sitting on the bench in front of the angel fountain. His raven hair flowing with the gentle breeze.

Your heels clicked on the path with each step you took, stopping right in front of Giyu, blocking his view of the full moon in the stray sky. You held up a hand in the air in front of his face.

“Dance with me……. Tomioka.”

Knight!Giyu, whose heart beat faster than the running horses with your words. A dance? With you? Oh! How he had wished every night looking at the moon, if only you knew. If only you knew the praises he had sung of you to the moon even she would feel ashamed of her beauty, for Tomioka had compared you to thousands of moons and millions of stars but still their luminescence would be like a lamp light compared to the sun.

Knight!Giyu, who held your hand in a gentle grasp as he led you to the middle of the blooming garden. One hand found its way to your waist the other kept holding on to you while your free hand found its way to his toned shoulder. With the faint music playing in the palace, you moved, on the beat, swaying with the wind. His eyes locked with yours like you were the finest creation of God.

Time passed in the blink of an eye. While your feet felt sore, your heart still wasn't content. His heart mirrored yours. He never wanted the moment to end. If he could, he would dance with you till the paradise, still never leave your hand.

Eventually, his hands engulfed your waist as yours wrapped around his slender neck. Your feet resting on his, the pain it caused was least of his concern. Your head laying on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It gave you a peace that no one could.

Fireworks flashed in the sky. You raised your head, looking into his eyes. The adoration in them was undeniable. You don't know who leaned in first but as your lips connected, jolts of frisson ran down your whole body. It was a gentle kiss but filled with passion. You felt like you had found the missing piece of your life.

“The moon is beautiful, isn't it princess?” Giyu asked with a hushed tone, bringing a smile to your face.

“The moon is indeed beautiful, Tomioka.” you replied with an equally breathless voice.

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vcill · 2 years ago

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❥His Desires

Diavolo:

He is the future king of devildom, as you are the future prince/princess consort.

He will watch as you talk with nobels and charm them with your smile as you try not to let the vibrator in you distract the guests.

He will make you cum in anyway possible as you attempt to finish remaining paperwork.

He will spoil you with riches and gold, the finest fabrics and silks one could only dream of having, as you are being bent over the table, trying to finish your dinner as you are being pounded into.

You will take care of him, getting on your knees and sucking to release the stress from his dick as he sits on the throne, head thrown back in complete pleasure.

You will be at his mercy whenever he is in heat, allowing him to breed you, to use you, to fill you up as if you're leaving tomorrow.

You will sit on his lap, reminding him of what a good king he will be and how he makes you so happy everyday and night. He will beg for you to praise him more, acting as mere servant than a prince for your praise.

You are the most important person to him in the universe as he is to you. You're body and soul belongs to him as his to you. You both are at each other's mercy and hands when night and day arises, neither complaining about the treatment each receives.

You are going be fucked in front of everyone who tries anything with you, to show them all that only he can please and fuck you a proper future queen/king should be.

He is going to be a whiny, moaning mess in front of all nobels, maids and nights to remind them all that if they dare try to take your prince, this is what he gets every night, this what he deserves. And none of them will ever compare.

The future king and queen, inseparable by body and mind.

Barbatos:

Diavolo, the future ruler of devildom, needs the absolute best and flawless service.

With you being new and all, you wouldn't know what to do or how to do it, so of course Barbatos took it up on himself to train you properly.

Diavolo like his paperwork separated by date. Barbatos likes your legs spread open nice and wide so he can see that pretty little hole of yours.

Diavolo likes his coffee scorching hot in the morning and icy cold at night. Barbatos likes you screaming his name while everyone is awake, and quiet as a mouse when everyone is sleeping.

Diavolo must have his meals served to him at 7am, 1pm, and 7pm. You must be able to make him cum before 7am, 1pm, and 7pm.

Diavolo expects all rooms in the palace to be in top shape whenever court officials come to discuss business plans. Barbatos expects you to not cum until every single one of the meetings are over.

Towels, blankets, and sheets must be folded eight times diagonally. You must be able to be fucked 8 times, and cum twice as much daily.

Hourly, you must check in with the diavolo and see if he has any requests. If he does, you must complete them immediately. If wants you to drop to your hands and knees, you must do so wherever you are at and start sucking.

Whenever the demon brothers come to visit, you should treat them as if they were Diavolo himself but never more. Whenever Barbatos is around, you shall remember he has complete control over you and you will do what he commands.

And this, newly recruited maid/butler, is the start of you training.

Solomon:

Solomon has been around for quite a long time. So of course he's experienced quite a few interesting things in his time.

But it's always so cute when you find out something that he knew about decades ago.

He wonders... What else don't you know?

Did you know, you make a really lewd face whenever you're sucking him off? With drool dripping down your chin and the gagging noses you make as he's fucking your face?

Did you know, whenever he puts his dick inside of you, you always let out a little sigh/moan of his name? Even more on this fun fact, you squeeze around him when he does?

Did you know there's a special potion that makes you 10x more horny than before? And the only way to fix it is him fucking you with his nice hefty cock?

Did you know, you moan like a bitch in when he pounds into you? Jerking you off/rubbing your clit while he does so. Seeing how you struggle to take all of the pleasure but still beg more?

Did you know he probably keeps a book hidden away with all these facts and may randomly read them to you one day, with you having no room to say it's untrue?

Solomon loves it whenever you're curious ♡, you're curiosity and Innocence about the world and universe is just so appealing to him. And to watch you break whenever he ruins you're body in a way you've never imagined...

He's a commander of 72 demons for reason you know.

Simeon:

He knows more than angel probably should.

He knows he shouldn't be staring at your uniform whenever you bent over to pick something up, or when you're shirt rised up a little and he could see your cute stomach.

He knows that as an angel of the celestial realm, he should completely be at your mercy as you fuck him like there's no tomorrow.

He's always been used to being bossed around, commanded to do a task, watch over luke. It became the normal for him.

So why did it feel so different, so good, whenever you asked him to do such a simple task as to grab you a soda? To help you do your homework? Run an errand for you at the store?

Why did it feel so good as he asked for your permission to do certain task and the pleasure of you saying yes or no filled him so greatly?

Why did he want you to completely ruin him?

He wants to be corrupted, to see what the demon brothers have been experiencing all these years. He wants to forget about Michael and the celestial realm as you prevent his orgasm the 5th time that night.

He wants to be on his hands and knees as you sit there watching him he pathetic all for your pleasure, all for you to praise and degrade him.

So won't you give him that? Won't you see how he acts and feels whenever you ask him to do something for you?

Don't you want him to be at your mercy? Then do it. Ask him, tell him, demand him to do whatever you please and like while defiling his name.

Let him be the disgrace of angel he truly is.

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wonyopout · 1 year ago

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(cw: noncon->dubcon, g!p wonyoung, overstim, manipulation but only a little 😋)

i wrote her sorta bratty in this but idc!! she’s still my perfect well behaved princess.. noncon notwithstanding…

wony who’s so pussy whipped/pussy drunk that she just wants your cunt all the time whether you want it or not! big into somno and will fuck you or eat you out while you’re sleeping soundly. a lot of the time it’s funny just how badly she wants you and you’re eager to indulge her most of the time, but sometimes you’re busy or you wanna do something else, and wonyoung just isn’t having it.. the second you flat out say no or even hesitate to say yes she’s grabbing you and ripping your pants and panties down, one hand groping your tit while the other rubs harshly at your clit, forcing you on her cock. both you and wonyoung groaning at the tight fit. she’s grabbing at your hips as you try to push away from her. pulls you flush against her to nip and suck at your neck 😵‍💫 she pushes her mouth right up against your ear as she says,

“y/n unnie, this pussy’s mine ok?? I can fuck you when I want to and you acting like I can’t is starting to piss me off”

your streak of spoiling her is really biting you in the ass now. every time she gets hard she’ll tell you to help her, being sure to pout and put on a show about how much it hurts and the only thing that’ll make her feel better is using your cunt like a fleshlight.. you gotta hand it to her though, she’s a pretty good actress, gets teary eyed when she’s really into the bit. a lot of the time though, she doesn’t even bother to manipulate you into saying yes. she realized she can just bend you over whenever and wherever she wants and you’ll hardly put up a fight! she’s definitely got you trained, shoves her dick in you and you meekly tell her “no” or that you “don’t want it” but you’re pushing back to meet her thrusts and clenching down on her?? grabs you by the throat to hold you in place while she’s abusing your cunt, squeezing ever so slightly on the sides of your neck making you cream around her cock as you get light headed 🥴 also loves putting you in a mating press and going to town, your tummy bulging slightly from the angle and how big she is.. she cums so much too, breeds you full just from cumming in you once.

it’s not just having you on her dick that makes her crazy either, she’s the exact same when it comes to eating you out. overstimulates you so much because she just can’t tear her head away from between your thighs and she won’t let you try to either! binds your wrists or holds your hips down when you get too restless, tears streaming down your face when you beg her to stop or at the very least give you a break!! wonys such a meanie because when she does pull away, mouth and chin all covered in slick, all she says is, “stop crying so loud it’s annoying! we’re not done till i say so, so be a good unnie and take it..” with sweet little smile before she shoves her face back in your cunt, slurping away at you, moaning at how good you taste. also shes definitely uses a spreader bar on you to make sure you can’t close your legs when she eats you out 🥴🥴 just when you think she’s done with you she’ll start talking about how yummy your cunt was and how it got her so hard. “i know i said i was almost done but i really really need you. you don’t need to do anything kay?? just lie there and let me use you..” 😵‍💫

so what if you’re turning into wonys free use toy?? at least you get mind blowing orgasms out of it.. yea sometimes she makes you come so much you pass out and even then she doesn’t let up. i’ve mentioned wonys crazy amount of stamina before, so she can go round after round not giving you a break. she’s so lost in her head when she’s fucking you, just so pussy hungry that she doesn’t care how spent you are… at the end of the day she’s still your sweet girl though!! she basically waits on you hand and foot on the days she knows she’s been extra mean :(( runs you a hot bath and washes your hair for you 🥺 doesn’t let you lift a finger as she washes and changes your sheets. offers to give you a massage and the whole time she’s doing it she’s leaning down to kiss your neck or shoulders or any exposed skin really (she’s obsessed with you). she can be so soft with you when she wants to be..

#ive imagines #ive x reader #ive smut #girl group smut #girl group x reader #jang wonyoung x reader #jang wonyoung smut #g!p wonyoung #wonyoung smut #wonyopout #had to add wony being soft at the end 😔#this is kinda short bc i cut out like half of it that was piss kink wony 🧍#will b expanding on that tho so stay tuned heheh

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yeonjun4beagles · 1 year ago

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thinking about classmate!beomgyu who's secretly your friends-with-benefits...

warnings: dom!beomgyu, fingering, pet names, dirty talk, exhibitionism, slight mention of dry humping, kissing, not proofread at all

the way you keep stealing glances at him because you dont sit together in that class, only to be met with his gaze, that stupid smirk plastered on his stupidly handsome face. the second class ended, he's tugging your arm and whispered, "sit next to me for the next class, princess", which had you burning because you know what that means.

beomgyu's hand which has been caressing your thigh under the table for the past thirty minutes, inching closer to your center. "did you wear this cute skirt for me, y/n? so that i can get easy access to your sweet pussy? so that i can fill you up wherever, whenever i want, hm?", his hot breath causes shivers to run down your spine, youre trying so hard to keep your whimpers in. "try to keep quiet, okay princess?", beomgyu said as he slips his fingers past your panties, inserting his digits into you. "mmmh b-beomie", you gasped, covering your mouth. "shhh, princess. shut up or i'll stop altogether", beomgyu shushed you, but with the way his fingers is picking up the pace, youre not so sure. "hahhh beom, 'm so close, please", you whispered while looking at him, eyes brimming with tears, youre even drooling a bit, hands gripping his thigh to keep you grounded. "fuck, princess, i wouldve fucked you right now if we werent in class, go on, baby, cum on my fucking fingers", he says, hitting your sweet spot continuously as you came hard, biting down on your arm to stoo your moans. "its okay, princess, you did so well for me, so sooo good", beomgyu cooed as he took his fingers out, inserting them into his mouth, "and you taste so good too, princess, such a waste you cant cum in my mouth", beomgyu pouted, the cute face not matching with whatever he did under the table just now.

beomgyu who takes his sweet time coming over to your room when you texted that you need him, thinking about the ways he wants to toy with you the minute he enters your room. beomgyu who shows up purposely wearing that stupid grey sweatpants that he knows would have you drooling all over him. "hey, princess, am i late to the party?", "ugh stupid beomgyu, just come over here, you shithead", you groaned, annoyed by his behaviour. "relax, y/n, i know you cant get enough of me", he smirked as he makes his way towards you, settling down on the bed, his back against the headboard. "c'mere, tiger, i can see that youre eager", beomgyu chuckled, patting his thigh. beomgyu swears he can feel how wet you are, even through his pants and your shorts. groaning, he gripped your ass and guided you over him, grinding you down on his clothed cock. "fuck, i can feel how wet you are, princess. look at how youre already staining my sweatpants, hm? did you wait long for me? poor baby", he uttered, teasing you while his mouth busy giving kitten licks to your neck. "nggh shut up, beom, youre one to talk when youre already this hard and straining your pants", you spat, tugging his hair back and smashing your lips on him.

a/n: i have more thoughts about this but its past 2am here so i need to sleep 🫠 feel free to share your thoughts on this! (i might elaborate more on whatever i have in mind) and shoutout to ash for giving me ideas about beomie in grey sweatpants ;)<3

#cj!thoughts #txt smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #beomgyu smut #beomgyu hard thoughts #beomgyu hard hours

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nunudolly · 9 months ago

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Mommy Issues | Sim Jake

Jake!bf x reader

Today you had had another argument with your mother, she was so unbearable that you just wanted to get out of your house fast. You called your boyfriend who answered instantly and in tears you explained to him that you had a fight with your mother and begged him to get you out of there now.

"I'll be there in five minutes" he answered behind the screen. You took your things and waited at the door of your house for him to arrive while you listened to your mother's screams telling you to leave and not to come back. he arrived. you got into the car and he took you to his house, where once you were there he prepared you tea and something to eat.

"Are you feeling better?" he spoke stroking your hair.

You were snuggled against his body on the bed, the warmth he emanated was soothing, making you feel better. You nodded your head as you pressed your cheek more against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your body pressing your body against him and placed a small kiss on the top of your head.

"I'm glad, princess. You know I'll always be here for you, I just want you to feel better" he continued to caress you.

You let fall some last tears of pain because of your mother's argument and fell into a deep sleep hugging your boyfriend, who took care of you in your worst moments. Whenever you were in bad times he was always there for you, ready to look for you from wherever you were and protect you. That's how it always was, whenever you had an argument with your mother, whenever you had a bad time. He was your safe place.

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from-m-izzy · 7 months ago

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gleaming | the boyz lee sangyeon

“Go over the given time and I’ll spoil myself more than you.”

pairing » the boyz lee sangyeon x fem!reader

trope/au » established relationship au!, non-idol au!

genre » 18+ ONLY; MDNI PLEASE! 🔞 explicitly (?) suggestive, there's some fluffy moments here too, reader and sangyeon are very much in love

word count; estimated reading time » 1825; ~7 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » dom/sub dynamic, dom!sangyeon, sub!reader, does not include explicit smut but i don't think it's sfw either, very suggestive (as compared to this; forever using it as a main benchmark), sangyeon grabs reader's neck (for a while), sangyeon's hands between reader's thighs (mentions of touching), sangyeon implied to physically taller and bigger than the reader, mentions of nudity (and undressing), panty sniffing; sangyeon of reader's, nicknames (baby girl; sangyeon to reader), kissing, (slight) public touching; sangyeon to reader, suggestive talk (public and private setting); sangyeon to reader, allusions to face sitting, not properly proofread (surprise surprise 😭 i'm sorry)

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

this is written to my dearest (and very old soulmate) ally @winterchimez 😘 happiest birthday to you!!

Sangyeon loves you. He loves you to bits and you believe in that confidently. You never feel any insecurities whenever he would be out without you. Your mind and heart are calm, not making any negative ‘what ifs’ from his actions towards the people around him, wherever he may be; and if anything, you’re confident in this seven-year relationship that you both are mature enough to settle any misunderstandings, should any occur, through conversations and patience.

Sangyeon, from the very start, has treated you as his one and only. Picking you up from a place without notice? You can count on him to be in the car within a minute. Bringing you flowers whenever a date is scheduled, even when it’s not at some fancy restaurant and just window shopping in the city? Be prepared to have one hand free for the colourful bouquet. Making sure to pack an extra scarf or thick jacket for you to wear because the weather could be unpredictable? The back of his car has around ten of that each. Making sure that your credit card, your phone or any cash never leaves your wallet and bag? He gave the restaurant his card a few hours before he would take you to any restaurant. When you figured that out though, he started bringing it way earlier; sometimes during opening time, sometimes just a huge load of cash a day before. Spoiling you with all styles and colours of clothing, and supporting your hobbies by purchasing in-game items? He even made a copy of his credit card for you to use.

The princess treatment became even more luxurious when you both could afford a little studio together. As a child, you always wanted a big house, painted in your favourite colour and maybe walls stuck with stickers from the dollar store but all you need now is to wake up and sleep next to the love of your life. Everything else ripples after that. After an exhausting day, the thought of having his hand behind your back is enough to rid of the sleepiness before driving.

Speaking of having a place for you both, Sangyeon has made sure to reserve a place in the corner of the bedroom for you. Whether that be for your gaming set-up or your skincare addiction he has reminded you to check the expiration date on or the albums of your favourite idols. He left his credit card next to your laptop to remind you that he supports you. His support never faltered even now as you're begging him for a date outside the house, hands clasped together in desperation.

“What's the occasion?” An eyebrow lifts in suspicion, his arms crossing in front of his built chest that you laid on last night.

“Nothing!” You shrugged, “There's just a little something that I want to get but shipping is expensive and we get to eat out.” You watch as Sangyeon tilts his head, his eyes narrowing at your wide eyes and the rising corners of your lips.

He knew he couldn't say no to you, no matter what. He was just expecting a lazy day in bed today as your day-offs finally matched after a few weeks. Just thinking of you both cuddling under the bedsheets and feeling your breathing against his bare chest, sharing body warmth through minimal clothing is all it took for that creeping red to make its way to his cheeks. But if his Princess wanted to have an energetic day out instead, then that’s what she’ll get.

You couldn’t help but chuckle confused at how Sangyeon suddenly bent his back, putting his face closer to you, cheeks lining up where your lips would be. When asked, Sangyeon turns his head, purposely flexing his closed smile to show his dimple. Understanding what he wanted, your toes lifted you to kiss one of his best features.

“You could’ve just asked,” rolling your eyes playfully and mimicking his crossed arms whilst walking away.

Your boyfriend stops you from taking another step, cushioning the back of your knee and your back with his sturdy hold. You couldn’t help but exclaim at the sudden levitation, but you knew he would never drop you; at least not to the floor. For extra security, “That wouldn’t be fun though now, would it?”

There’s something about men driving skilfully with one hand on the wheel and the other freestyling to be somewhere else. The very first few stages of the relationship, Sangyeon wanted to make sure that you felt safe in the moving metal vehicle, both hands parallel on the leather circle. Gradually, one hand lowers to rest on the head of the joystick. He knew the way he had his sleeves rolled halfway his arms also drove you crazy, judging from how your thighs would shake and the uneven exhales that are all too audible without much attention. From the corner of his eyes, he sees your thigh muscles contracting, ultimately closing as you look away to face the side mirror instead.

He demands your attention even when he’s driving, reaching the stage of the relationship where the innocent swipes on the outside of your leg when he changes the control of the joystick to shamelessly keeping your thighs apart, hands venturing further up, riding your dress and skirt closer to your waistline. Occasionally his knuckles would press against where you needed him most and with the little game he started, you always made sure that if you were going to wear shorts or pants, the fabric would be thin enough for you to feel his ministrations.

“Come on,” you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding, relaxing the muscles of your throat. You let out the slightest huff, half disappointed at how Sangyeon didn’t seem to go further. “Let’s go, Princess,” clicking the seatbelt open for you.

You didn’t bother masking your thoughts, unconsciously throwing a glare that is stronger than you expected. The look woke up Sangyeon’s dominant side and he locked the four doors through the main lock on his side. The realisation of your actions only hit you when Sangyeon easily wrapped a hand around your neck, pulling you into a searing kiss. The hands slide to the side gradually, pulling you by the back of your neck into a messy tongue fight. His collar rumpled against your hold for stability and Sangyeon found it amusing when you lightly moaned into him, a slight smirk adoring your gentle features.

“Here?” You asked at the small frame between your heated session.

“Don’t test me,” kissing you innocently by the tip of your nose, “Let’s go inside now.” Not before he slips a finger on your waistband and snaps it back against your skin did he exit the car, making his way to the other side to open the door for you. Before heading in, he sets a timer on his phone and you smirk at his impatience when he pulls your hips to his growing tent. “Go over the given time and I’ll spoil myself more than you.”

The rest of the shopping trip is tamely innocent. Sangyeon had to take deep inhales to calm his hardening member under his already tight dress pants. Thankfully, you decided to make the best of the time he gave you, dragging him along your shopping journey with a wholesome smile and it calmed the blood pumping throughout his body. Within the first few minutes, Sangyeon is already holding two shopping bags as he recognises some dresses that has been in your shopping cart for some time. The attention to detail is rewarded with a long (but still tame) kiss on his lips. That is until you decide to comment about something that makes his heart excited, dopamine rushing to all the things that he wants to do to you tonight.

“You don’t understand,” putting the bottle of moisturiser that you had a stock of at home, “I need all of these to make sure that my skin stays glowing like right now,” sulking at how your boyfriend does minimal skincare and his skin feels like a newborn baby’s soft, healthy and plump ones, “It’s not fair.”

“Your skin is beautiful, baby girl,” kissing your cheek to prove his point.

“But you can’t ignore the fact that yours is gleaming and immaculate.”

Sangyeon nods, lightly shrugging his shoulder, “I actually have a secret to this gorgeous, glowing skin.” It perks your ears, never hearing that Sangyeon is into such things, “Let’s get out of here and I’ll show you?” You could tell that he was up to something that wasn’t related to skincare but there was no way you didn’t want to find out what he was hiding behind that seemingly cute and pure eye smile of his, not when he didn’t mind cupping your ass, gripping on your flesh in public for everyone to see. Your nod is what makes Sangyeon drag you out of the shopping mall.

He didn’t bother checking if the car was parked prettily in the designated apartment parking and you can sense his neediness with how he left the shopping bags in the back seat, picking you up bridal style from the underground parking, not letting you use your feet. When asked why, in the midst of the tight square volume of the ascending lift, he whispers to the shell of your ears, “It’ll be doing all the workouts from now, don’t worry.”

You wanted to question him, but with just one look into his orbs, the darkness mixed with the lust made your stomach do little flips and the stomach there did an involuntary jolt as you felt your panties dampening with every second passed looking at his black eyes. As soon as you arrive at the room, Sangyeon wastes no time to drop you to sit on the bed. You were about to lie down, as that’s what you would usually do, but this time he tells you to stay still. You watch the strip show in front of you, Sangyeon unbuttoning his shirt but keeping it on. He rids the metal clasps of his belt, kicking his pants behind him and lays on the bed, arms propped behind him, flexing his biceps.

“Take only your panties off, baby girl,” a chill runs down your spine as he asks you and you’re suddenly hypnotised to do so. “Give it to me,” referring to the garment between your fingertips.

What your boyfriend did next intensified the pulsing between your thighs, “S-Sangyeon,” the lewd scene of him kissing and inhaling the scent of your used underwear where your wet pussy was made your legs shiver.

“Sorry,” he chuckles, putting the garment below his pillow, “Now come sit on my face,”

Your eyes widen at the request, “W-We’ve never done that–”

“Do it, baby girl,” he demands softly, voice cutting through silence dominantly, “Let me do my skincare routine lying down.”

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