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yunopouts · 1 year ago

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scream - l. jeno

-> lee jeno x fem reader

-> frat! au, pure smut (jeno lee is one nasty mother fucker in this one y'all)

-> CW: dom! jeno, rough sex(??), choking, edging, a small... TINY (VERY TINY) bit of ass play, protected sex, handjob, overuse of the word fuck, overstim, head god jeno, fingering, spitting, squirting, slight praise, lots of crying (reader), dumbification, marking/biting, scratching, blood, nipple play, gagging, bdj (big dick jeno LMFAOO)

-> a/n: this is my apology for going on such a long break T-T, i'm telling you i didn't even realise it went on for that long. i was checking in every now and then but i feel so bad T-T anyways! I'm back :P this one doesn't have THAT much dialogue, so i hope you guys enjoy the gory details 😁 also i think this is the filthiest, most smutty, smut i've ever fucking written, and i've written a lot... trust me on this.

-> upcoming: dilf! jaehyun next week and maybe another halloween special idk. oh btw, everything has some sort of halloween aspect to it :)) psst! requests are open!!

-> word count: 4.2k!

-> also p.s: idk how to explain the way he's acting in this fic... he's like very sweet and cute when he's kissing, but he's being a bitch when he's fucking and being rough... idk, i hope you understand what I mean. but also, as rough as he maybe, he's very touchy-feely and kissy :D ANYWHO! I present to you, six pages of pure filth!

safe! master list

mature! masterlist

“When you said we’re going to a party, I didn’t know it was a frat party.” Minjeong said as the three of you walked through the door. The house reeked of weed and sweat, all the criteria for a proper frat party, except everyone is in a Halloween costume.

“Girl, where else would the party have been?” Jimin scoffed lightly. She paused in the doorway, looking down at her phone before she sighed. “Apparently Sungchan’s waiting for me in the living room, I’ll see you two later?” Both you and Minjeong nodded, wishing the girl goodbye and watched as she walked away in her cheerleader costume.

Turning to each other, you silently agreed that the first thing you needed was a drink, so you headed off to the kitchen.

“I forgot to tell you how hot you look in that outfit.” She said in your ear, loud enough for you to hear over the music, and you gave her a smile while you poured yourself a drink.

“So do you,” you whistled as you looked her up and down, the way the gross boys in movies do when they spot a hot girl.

Together, you looked like an odd pair, seeing as you were dressed up as Jennifer, from Jennifer’s Body, and Minjeong was Little Red Riding Hood. The music thumped through the air as the two of you stood in the crowded kitchen, surrounded by costumed partygoers. The laughter and chatter blended with the bass, creating a symphony of Halloween revelry. Your playful compliment still lingered in the atmosphere, adding a touch of warmth to the otherwise chilly, dimly lit room. You took a sip from your drink, the alcohol burning your throat, but your attention was momentarily drawn away from the sensation by something else. From across the room, you spotted a familiar figure, the ever so iconic Ghost Face mask, in the back corner, talking to a boy dressed up as a mummy.

The menacing presence seemed to defy the festive atmosphere, and your eyes were drawn to it as if by some magnetic force. The Ghost Face mask turned slowly in your direction, and even though you couldn't see their face, you felt a shiver race down your spine. It was as though an invisible connection had formed between you and the enigmatic figure, a connection that transcended the costume and the anonymity it provided. There was something magnetic about their presence, something that sparked a potent and unspoken attraction.

For a brief, electrifying moment, your eyes met those hidden behind the Ghost Face mask. Time seemed to stand still as you locked onto each other, and a subtle, unspoken acknowledgment passed between you, like a silent agreement in the midst of the raucous party. Your heart quickened, and the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in that charged moment.

Feeling a surge of heat and anticipation, you reluctantly tore your gaze away from the enigmatic figure and turned back to Minjeong, who had been watching the silent exchange with keen interest. She met your eyes, and the shared understanding between you two was palpable. “You saw him too, didn’t you.” Minjeong said in a way that had her sounding winded. With a knowing smile and another sip of your drink, you and Minjeong silently toasted to the unspoken intrigue that had captured your attention.

As the night continued, the magnetic pull you felt towards the Ghost Face figure in the corner didn't wane. It was like an invisible thread connected the two of you, and despite the ongoing revelry, your attention kept drifting back to that mysterious presence.

Minjeong, ever perceptive, nudged you and raised an eyebrow as if to say, "Why not go for it?" Encouraged by her silent urging, you decided to take the initiative. Setting down your drink, you nodded toward the Ghost Face figure, indicating your intention to approach.

Minjeong gave you an encouraging thumbs-up before disappearing into the crowd, leaving you to navigate the sea of Halloween costumes on your own. You weaved through the dancing crowd, anticipation growing with each step.

As you approached, the mask-wearing figure seemed to sense your approach and turned slightly in your direction. They leaned against the counter with their arms crossed over their chest, waiting for you to arrive. The closer you got, the more you could feel the intensity of the connection between the two of you.

Finally standing face to face, the silence was almost deafening. The mask stared at you, unmoving, but you could sense a palpable tension beneath it. Without exchanging words, you both seemed to understand that this moment was special, a secret shared between you in the midst of chaos.

Slowly, your hand extended, and you reached for the Ghost Face mask. Your fingertips brushed against it, and you felt a rapid heartbeat beneath your touch. The mask gave the slightest nod, and you grasped it, carefully pulling it up.

Beneath the mask, a pair of intense, dark eyes met yours. You were momentarily lost in their depth, captivated by the enigmatic stranger who had held your attention all night. The corners of your lips curved into a small, knowing smile, and a spark of recognition flared in those deep, mysterious eyes.

The unspoken tension that had been simmering between you erupted in a whirlwind of excitement. It was a dance of anticipation and curiosity, an unspoken agreement that you had both been waiting for this moment. And even though the music continued to thump, and the crowd continued to revel, for that brief, electric moment, it was just the two of you, locked in a silent, thrilling connection.

You told him your name when he asked for it, and he introduced himself as ‘Jeno’.

“You wanna take this upstairs?” he asked with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You sucked in a breath and nodded before he pulled the mask back down and took your hand in his to lead the way through the crowd.

The staircase was crowded with a few people, Minjeong included. You spotted her talking to a girl in fairy costume and when you caught her eye, she gave you a grin, wider than you’ve ever seen.

Every now and then, Jeno’s leather gloved hand would lightly squeeze yours as you climbed up the stairs. You held on a little tighter each time, but before you knew it, you were standing in front of a room with a big ‘JN’ poster hanging in the middle.

The boy opened the door for you and let you enter first before entering himself. The door clicked shut behind you as you sat down on the bed, your eyes locked on Jeno's every move. With a seductive confidence, he slowly peeled off the Ghost Face mask, revealing a mischievous smirk that sent a shiver down your spine.

As he stepped closer, his eyes never leaving yours, you sucked in a breath in response to the sensual tension that crackled between you. His gloved hands, still gripping the mask, dropped to his sides, and he advanced with a slow, deliberate purpose. The room was drowning in desire, and you couldn't tear your gaze away from him.

Jeno moved in until he was standing directly in front of you. His presence was magnetic, and you found yourself unable to resist as he placed a hand on your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin. The touch was electrifying, and you leaned into it, your eyes closing as you savored the sensation. You reached up slowly and pulled his hands away, suddenly regretting it, but you went on with pulling the leather gloves off, exposing a set of large, veiny hands.

Kicking off your shoes, you moved to the top of his bed and watched as he concentrated on your every move with dark eyes. In a flash, Jeno had pulled off the cloak, leaving his chest exposed and him only in his jeans. It felt like you were freezing without his touch on you, but soon enough, he was in front of you, inspecting your face before his eyes ultimately landed on your lips that were stained red from makeup.

His lips rushed to meet yours in a tantalising kiss, a soft exploration that soon deepened into a passionate melding of mouths. The taste of him was intoxicating, and your tongues danced in a heated rhythm, exchanging breathless sighs and moans. Every kiss, every brush of his lips against yours, sent a rush of heat through your body. It was amazing.

His hands travelled from your face, down to your waist and they pulled you to meet his body. Jeno groaned into the kiss from all the friction caused by his chest rubbing against your sweater, making his nipples hard and sensitive.

While your arms wrap around his neck, Jeno’s hips dig into yours, creating a tent in his pants. It’s hard and uncomfortable but the pressure it’s putting on your cunt is to die for, so you grind… hard. Jeno moans your name while his hands tug at your jeans so aggressively you thought he would tear them if he continued. After blindly messing around with your pants, Jeno popped the button open and pulled down your jeans, exposing the lacy underwear you had on.

You whined as he pulled away from your lips but you shut up quicker than ever when you noticed how he was staring at your pussy. He looked hungry.

He looked like he was starving.

And starving, he was.

Jeno practically tore off your panties, tossing them somewhere behind him, before he dove into you. His tongue pressed flat against your pussy, licking a stripe up, the muscle’s warmth and making you moan softly. His nose poked at your clit as his tongue toyed with your hole. He lapped at your folds, making sure no spot was left untouched by his tongue. Jeno loved the way you tasted; you had the best pussy he’s ever eaten, he felt like he could spend all day eating you out, and he’d never get tired of it.

Jeno pulled away for a second to put his middle finger in his mouth, coating it in saliva before pressing it to your entrance. A hum escaped your lips as his thick digit slowly pulsed in and out of you as your hands worked to take off your sweater and shirt. Soon, one finger became two, and Jeno went back to eating you out. Your moans were driving him crazy; they were making it hard focus on your clit because his cock was so fucking hard. The hand he had pressed on your lower abdomen moved down to his button, undoing it and moving the zipper down far enough for him to get his dick out.

As he rubbed his cock, Jeno’s teeth grazed your clit before his lips latched on to it, sucking forcefully. With that, it didn’t take long for that feeling to start to form. As your moans quickened, the pace of Jeno’s fingers grew faster, and he sucked harder on your clit– if it were even possible. He loved the way you were tightening around his fingers, like you were trying to keep them inside you, wanting them absorb your juices.

“Fuck, Jeno…” you gasped, fingers tugging at his dark, messy hair. “God, I’m so close.”

Your eyes squeezed shut right as you were about to cum, but you never did. You felt so high, but now you dropped back down to zero, and you were empty and cold. Opening your eyes, you saw Jeno looking down at you with a smug expression. He leaned down and kissed you softly, which allowed you to taste yourself off his tongue, the somewhat sweet taste filling your mouth.

Reaching down, you felt for his cock, and began stroking when you found it. He was girthier than other guys you’ve had sex with, and he had a slight curve upwards, but my god was he long. You didn’t know if he would fit, but there was nothing you wouldn’t try.

Jeno moaned as he kissed you, the feeling of your warm hands rubbing him up and down forced him to thrust at the pace you were moving at. He pulled back from your lips to drop his head into the crook of your neck, marking and panting against the soft skin. Behind the shell of your ear, he wet a small spot with saliva before he kissed it softly, and he did the same to a few other spots. He sucked on your skin until it bruised while he moved down to the curve of your neck. Jeno’s hot tongue laid against your skin once again before he closed his teeth around it.

You jerked his cock harder as the boy continued to bite into different spots until his husky voice whispered a demand.

“Stop.” Jeno told you.

You did as you were told, but you kept your fingers trailing up and down his shaft as he kissed back up your neck, to your lips.

“Gimme two seconds.” he said against your lips with a smile. You kissed him quickly before he got up, which made him chuckle.

You watched as he got up, cock out and everything, which made you smile a bit. Jeno slid off his remaining clothes and tossed them in what presumed to be a laundry bin, and opened a drawer of his dresser, only to pull out something wrapped in a gold foil.

Oh…

Not one;

Not two;

Or three;

But six.

Jeno pulled out a strand of six condoms before he turned back to you. “Just in case.” he smiled innocently, even though he absolutely was not. He tore one from the line and ripped the top off with his teeth before he handed you the open package.

“Only six?” you asked in attempt to make a joke out of the pain you’re going to be in tomorrow.

Jeno chuckled as he shrugged while you took the condom and rolled it on to his cock. “We can use the whole pack if you want, it’s new.”

And that was that, seeing as Jeno grabbed your face and kissed you passionately. His tongue eagerly explored your mouth once again, grazing your own tongue and cheeks before he pulled away. A string of your mixed saliva hung like a teather from your mouth to his.

“Turn over for me, won’t you?” you nodded in a daze and turned so that your face was in the pillows. “Good girl,” he said, his cool hands grazing down your back, sliding all the way down to your ass. He spread your cheeks far enough apart to see everything, and you swore you heard evil laughter coming from somewhere.

What you thought was going to come, did not, in fact, come. Instead, you were surprised to feel a warm glob of spit fall on to your ass and how it trailed down to your pussy. Jeno leaned down and licked one long stripe, starting from your clit and ending at your ass. His tongue poked into your hole, once again, but this time he scisored in and out, the same way he used his fingers earlier. His tongue was warm and soft inside you, but that feeling didn’t last very long.

Jeno pulled his tongue out, subbing it out for his fingers, but instead, he used his tongue on your ass, sending shivers down your spine. He licked at the puckered hole, warming it up a bit as he fucked your pussy with his fingers.

“You doing okay?” he asked, but you were only able to moan out your response. His fingers fucked you faster, his thumb was ruining your clit with friction, your ass was slick with his spit. Everything was happening just as it needed to be for you to cum. “Oh fuck, Jeno, I’m gonna cum.” And this time you did. Jeno’s fingers curled inside you as they fucked you through your orgasm. Your body shook, your pussy was covered in spit and cum. Jeno’s fingers were coated in a mixture of his and your fluids, and he sucked it off like he was eating icing from a cake.

You felt hot and sticky; he hadn’t even fucked you with his cock yet and yet that was the best orgasm you’d ever fucking felt. “Jen… Jeno, I need you.”

The desparity in your voice sent Jeno spiraling and in no time, the fingers in your pussy were gone and his cock was poking at your enterance. He spit into his hand and coated his covered cock in it, even though he doubted he needed it, considering the fact that you were so wet you could drip on to his bed.

With a slow push, Jeno’s cock entered you, but refrained from moving after hearing you gasp. You knew he was going to be big, but you didn’t know he would be that big. He was a length you’d never taken before, so it took you a few minutes to adjust to his size, but soon enough you were able to build up to a medium pace.

Jeno’s hands snuck up your back to undo the clasp of your bra, exposing your breasts. Jeno firmly gripped your ass, with his thumb prodding at your assshole. You hummed with pleasure as the thick digit dipped into you slightly. With that, along with the pounding from his cock, you were basically in heaven.

“Faster,” you gasped, finally feeling only pleasure as he fucks into you.

Pulling you up by the shoulder, your bra slipped off in an instant, which let Jeno get a proper view of your tits, plump and beautiful. He watched how they jiggled with each thrust, and he grew more and more fond of them. Jeno even switched his grip on you from your shoulder to your neck. His hand gripped you around the base of your throat, just tight enough for there to be a handprint later. Meanwhile, the other snaked down to your pussy, where he drew fast circles on your clit. Jeno’s cock was deep inside your cunt, it filled you to the brim and you were loving every minute of it.

And so was he. The sound of skin slapping on skin, how your pussy fit his cock like a glove, how you moaned his name like you knew it well, how your back was practically glued to his chest. That made him go crazy; that made him fuck you even harder– a more vigurous pace that felt so good it brought you to tears.

Jeno got a hold of one of your nipples, it was hard and practically begging for it to be twisted. You moaned at the feeling and begged for more through your tears, so Jeno’s arms crossed over your stomach, his hands reaching up to play with your nipples some more. He pulled at them until they slipped from his grip, he squeezed them until you begged for mercy. When he shoved two fingers in your mouth, you gagged and yet you could still go further. Jeno pulled his fingers out and covered your tits in your spit.

It didn’t take long for his hips to pick up the pace once he that he was about to cum. Your moans grew choppier and choppier as his thrusts became more sharp.

“Shit, baby.” he groaned, his teeth biting down on your ear loab as he came. Your breaths were ragged in the moments of his orgasm, but you could feel his cock twitch inside you, even with the condom. Your body couldn’t keep up with the speed he was going at and soon enough you were shaking in his arms for a second time, cumming with him.

When Jeno pulled out, your head lolled backwards and you eyed him with a smile. Jeno kissed your temple and whispered his next words into your skin.

“On to the second condom, then?” You each laughed at his comment and Jeno wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly as he shook with laughter.

The boy helped you off of him before getting off the bed again to switch condoms. The exchange was quick and before you knew it, Jeno was hovering above of you once more, staring down at you like you were his prey. This predatory look formed a pit in your stomach, but the good kind.

Jeno’s eyes scanned you from head to toe.

Your body glistened with sweat, collarbones and throat covered with markings of all kinds, your nipples were puffy and wet, and your pussy was swollen and slick with juices. Everything looked delectable; you looked delectable and he was so tempted to consume it all.

The boy picked up one of your legs and propped it over his shoulder and placed his tip at your entrance. He bottomed out smoothly, and this time you seemed to be able to handle his length much better. Your head sunk into the pillows as you let out a sigh.

You watched how Jeno’s eyes closed when he felt your cunt wrap around him with his head falling back with pleasure. “Feels so good.” he groaned into the air, his jaw hanging open slightly as he continued to thrust. His head turned to the side and he brought your calf closer to his mouth, littering it with harsh bites and soft kisses.

Biting your lip, you reached your arm out, silently asking for him to come closer to you, to which he accepted. Setting your leg down, Jeno placed his arms on either side of your head, his face now just centimetres away from yours. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you wanted to keep the eye contact, so you mustered up the courage to look into his swirling orbs. In his eyes were a mix of emotions, ones that were unrecognisable to you, but you liked it. Tilting your head up slightly, you pecked his bottom lip lightly, which earned you a grin from Jeno. It grew wider when you wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing him in even closer to you. He hummed and kissed you back forcefully as he picked up the pace, his balls slapping against you sharply.

The tears that ran from your eyes down your cheeks seemed to motivate Jeno. Before, he could only hear your sobs, but seeing you cry switched something inside him. It made him want to fuck you harder, just to see you cry even harder. You looked so pretty, with your makeup all messy and tears running down your face. He loved it.

So he fucked you harder, and so you cried harder, you moaned louder, and you pawed at his back. His skin was under your nails, he could feel how they cut into him the harder he thrust. You were driving him fucking insane.

Jeno leaned his forehead on to yours as he moaned out sweet nothings. “I fucking love your pussy, fuck.” he cursed. His words made you tighten around his cock, which only made him groan louder, but it was like music to your ears. He felt like your pussy was sucking him in the way it would constrict when he fucked into you.

“Jeno, please,” you whimpered, but you didn’t even know what you were begging for. “Fuck, Jeno, you’re so fucking good.” you repeated your words as you whined out to him.

His words made your insides flutter, his movements made your heart race and your breaths quicker. Everything felt so good you could barely moan out words anymore.

He was fucking you dumb and silly. You were nothing but drawn out exclamations and tears. You were so sensitive, and yet you didn’t even want to tell him to stop.

It was just too good to stop.

So he kept fucking you, and he kept filling you, over, and over, and over again until you felt it. “Jen… Jeno, fuck, I’m cumming.” Suddenly, Jeno pulled out again, the same way he did earlier, but this time, he crawled between your legs again, fingering you until you came while jerking himself off. This one hit you so hard that your mind went completely blank and no words could even come out of your mouth. Jeno couldn’t even register what happened until he felt a wet substance leak on to his sheet.

He couldn’t fucking believe it.

His mouth latched on to your squirting cunt almsot immediately, drinking in your juices like it was water. Some liquid dripped down his neck as he lapped up the rest that leaked from your pussy, but he never let up. He continued to eat you out so well even after you came, you thought you were going to do it again.

As your hand raked through his dark hair, all it took was one tug at his roots for him to cum. Jeno rode his high by fucking himself into his mattress, and until he was done, he rest in between your thighs.

Slowly making his way up to you, you looked down, only to find that his dick was still hard. “You’re joking, right?”

“How about we finish that pack in a bit, hm?” he grinned, making you scoff.

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yawnderu · 1 year ago

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Showtime — Keegan P. Russ x Reader

Kinktober day 4: Uniform kink

They don't hate each other I promise

CW: hate sex, hardcore, scratching, dirty talk, manhandling, creampie, just. Pure filth

"Fucking stay still." Keegan mutters between clenched teeth, trying to get you to stop fucking yourself on his dick. It was ruining the rhythm he set on his thrusts, and while any other time he would have enjoyed it, it ruined his orgasm three times already.

"Fuck you." You retort back, making him take a deep breath and wonder for a second if he should just pull out and jerk off instead of dealing with you. He shakes his head, grabbing your hips again and slamming himself all the way back inside in one thrust, basking in your loud moan before he pulled out again. Big, gloved hands pull you by the ankles as he swiftly puts you on your back, his hands folding your legs up with ease as he slams himself back in, quickly setting a punishing rhythm.

"Wanna act like a bitch? I'll fucking treat you like one." His voice is deeper and more raw, eyes shut as he holds your legs even closer to your body, the way your tight cunt is swallowing him up like nothing is making him go nuts. One of his gloved hands goes to hold the top of your head, angling it up so you can see his stupidly large dick fuck into you.

"Takin' me like nothing... how many dicks have been in this sweet cunt, hm? How many from the Ghosts?" He's simply trying to get in your head and he knows it's working by the way your half-lidded eyes open simply to glare up at him, a small frown forming on your lips as you refuse to answer.

"None of... your fucking business." Damn him and his massive cock, stretching your wet cunt out with ease as he pounds you into the mattress, using your own body to drive himself impossibly deeper inside you. The tip of his dick keeps slamming into the entrance of your abused womb, making a mix of pain and pleasure to shoot up in your body with every single deep thrust.

"The whole squad, huh?" He asked with a small, deep laugh, and you know him well enough to be able to tell he has a shit-eating grin under his skull balaclava. He lowers his body into you, arms wrapping around your waist as he hammers his thick shaft inside you, the lewd sounds of your squelching cunt and your combined moans are bouncing off the walls of the safehouse. You're mentally glad none of the other Ghosts are here yet, listening to your slutty, needy moans as Keegan uses your tiny cunt to jerk himself off.

"Maybe." You confess jokingly, though you're trying to make it seem like it's true. You've seen the way Keegan becomes possessive over you before, and you can see it now, as his light blue eyes narrow before he slams into you deeper and harder than before, his breath hot and labored right in your ear.

"Fucking slut." He says with a breathy chuckle, the way your squelching cunt is leaking all over the crotch of his uniform while you swallow him up is giving him the chance to ignore the way his heart strings get pulled at the thought of you with anyone else. His gloved hands hold the back of your knees, pulling them to your chest until you whine out. He thrashes inside you a few times before his arms wrap under the back of your knees, pulling you up with him.

"Hold on tight." Your arms immediately wrap around his neck when he lifts you up, wincing softly at the way his tactical vest is rubbing against your sensitive nipples. He moves your body up and down his dick slowly, hissing once your patience runs out and your nails scratch the only place uncovered by his uniform— the back of his neck.

"Bitch." He barks out, arms now wrapped around your waist as he begins to slam back into you, masked face hidden on the nape of your neck as he moans lowly, trying his best to fuck you as hard as he can despite his vest getting in the way. One of your hands holds onto his vest for support from his animalistic thrusts and he throws his head back, feeling the way your cunt clenches around him is already driving him over the edge.

"I'm not pulling out." He warns, as if he didn't have you begging for him to cum inside you every single time you've fucked. You simply nod your head, eyes closed as you feel the knot on your stomach coming undone, your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave at the same time Keegan is milked, letting out a deep groan right into your ear while your greedy womb gladly takes his cum, filling you to the brim with his seed just as he had done so many times in the past. He holds you close to him and you don't register his balaclava is pulled over half of his face until you feel his lips gently kissing your neck.

"Attagirl."

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dark-moonlust · 4 months ago

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Yeti x Ice Witch

Pairing: Yeti monster x Ice Witch reader

Summary: You are weakened after a spell and a Yeti finds you in the cold woods. He nurses you back to health and then you realize you are mates. But how will this mating work between you, when he is three times your size?

Warnings: minors don’t interact, 18+!!!!, explicit monster smut, oral (fem+male), huge 🍆, magic to fit, buckets of come.

This is the full one-shot. It was posted first on Patreon as my patrons get early access to my Tumblr posts! Happy reading!!

In the icy wilderness, you forced your legs to move and take you back to your cabin. Your most recent magic spell had left you weakened, your power drained from exertion. Alone and shaking from the cold, you looked around the vast forest and felt the snowflakes kissing your face. You wouldn’t make it back, you wouldn’t—

A massive figure appeared on the horizon, three times bigger than your own size, closing in on you with loud footsteps. It was a Yeti, towering and powerful, his fur glistening white. Your eyes and body were heavy but before you could lose consciousness, strong hairy arms held you, cradling you against a surprisingly warm chest.

The Yeti took you to his home and treated your internal magic force. Power sung through you and after hours of rest and sleep, you woke up feeling more powerful than ever. You sat up on the comfortable bed and looked around his house. The ceilings were impossibly tall, built to fit his great height.

You heard his footsteps as he approached. He entered the room and somehow he made it look small. Now that you were feeling well and strong again you could appreciate him fully. He was furry all over with broad shoulders, strong arms, a chiseled chest, and thick thighs. He was naked, but didn’t look indecent at all. You guessed his cock was hidden in the slit between his legs. Somehow that thought made your belly pool with warmth.

“What are you thinking, little witch?” he asked, his glinting blue eyes fixed on you.

“You.. you saved me, thank you,” you said, trying to ignore the ripples of pleasure inside you. What was wrong with you?

He sniffled the air. “You’re aroused.”

“I’m not doing it deliberately. Perhaps it’s because I’ve just recovered.”

“Perhaps,” he growled, his voice husky with hunger. “Or perhaps it’s something else entirely.”

A beat of silence passed as you stared at each other, and then, you both realized the truth—you were mates.

“Mate,” he growled, causing a shiver of desire to ran down your spine.

“Yes, mate,” you agreed, a hand rubbing over your heart.

He was upon you in no time, his massive body looming over your small frame, his fur-covered chest rising and falling with each breath. Retracting his sharp claws, he tugged at your clothes and exposed your lithe body to his eyes.

“Slender,” he muttered as he leaned in to kiss your neck. “Yet so round,” he said as his tongue tasted one breast, his hand cupping and feeling the other mound. “I can feel your little heart pounding, mate. So strong.”

Moving even lower, he worshipped your smooth belly and seemed fascinated with your bellybutton. Trails of fire ignited along your skin when he reached the apex of your legs, his mouth licking your pussy. He suckled and nibbled gently at the plump lips, lapping up your juices. He feasted on you, and you rocked your hips in time with his movements. You came in no time, waves of pleasure coursing through your body, your back arching in ecstasy.

“This one is tiny,” he commented, a thick finger probing your pussy. “I won’t fit.”

Just in time, you looked down and widened your eyes at the sight. His cock had exited his slit, it was long and hard, veins traveling around the curved shaft. The head was a wide flare, beads of pre-cum glistening at the tip. He was thrice the size of a human dick at full-mast and your heart gave a little flip at how strong and monstrously beautiful he was.

Reaching down, you cupped his cock, wrapping both palms around it. He growled and since he couldn’t kiss you— his jaws were too big, he thrust his tongue inside your mouth. Your tongues brushed and mated, though his was wide and textured, impatient to explore every crevice of your mouth.

“Want to suck you, my big handsome mate,” you whispered as he devoured your mouth.

Sitting back on his back paws, he offered you his cock. “It’s all yours, my beautiful witch.”

Feeling giddy, you crawled between his legs and let your tongue taste the pre-cum at the tip of the pulsing cock. You pumped him with both hands, licking around each vein and lapping up the seed that escaped the head.

‘“Fuck,” he hissed, watching as you struggled to suck the whole head of his cock in your mouth. You managed it, your lips stretching wide, little tongue licking frantically. You tried to take him deeper but he was too thick.

The Yeti cupped the back of your neck. “You are doing so good.”

“Hnn… I want you inside of me,” you muttered around his cockhead. You ran your lips along the girth of it, nuzzling it, wanting it.

“You can’t,” he said, his voice pained. “Your pussy’s too small.”

“I… I can help with that,” you kissed his cock one last time then drew back.

Focusing your energy, you weaved your magic and altered your insides to accommodate the Yeti’s massive cock. The procedure was painless, it only tickled slightly as the changes took effect. Immensely proud of yourself, you sent him a wicked grin.

“I believe nothing will stop you now.”

His gaze darkened with desire. “My little witch, you never cease to amaze me.”

The Yeti wasted no time, his body crawling over you. His furry chest rubbed against your nipples while his big paws splayed your legs wide, baring your our slick pussy to him. He kneeled between you and closed his mouth over your pussy, suckling loudly.

Clutching his head, you held for dear life and rubbed your cunt against his face. You wanted him inside you. He growled, pleased as he tongued your cunt, thrusting a thick finger in your depths. You accepted it easily, your walls stretching around it. Another followed and you squealed as it pushed inside you with ease.

"Please, ah, hah… just take me," your words faded when you felt the warmth of his leaking cock probing your pussy. His snout buried in your hair as he fingered your cunt and replaced them with his cockhead. Carefully, very carefully, he parted your pussy lips and moved his hips, the flared head of his dick moving past your tight entrance. He filled you, inch by delectable inch and you clutched his fur, your breath hitching when he bottomed out.

You’d done it.

Looking down, you saw him staring at the same sight; his cock was balls-deep inside you, making your belly bulge.

“Damn, that is a sight I will never get bored of,” he drawled, “look at you. So stretched and perfect around my dick.”

“Hmm… now please, move.”

“Eager little witch,” he kissed you, plunging his tongue inside your mouth.

He started thrusting, fucking you with primal ferocity, his penetration deep and powerful. You were so wet that his cock came out frothing with your juices. He fucked you to the edge of ecstasy and you came hard around him, sweet climax rolling through you. Your contractions made him piston faster, and with a defeating roar, he spurted inside you, his cock pulsing so strongly that you came again with violent aftershocks. Load after load of hot cum was released inside you, it filled your belly and trickled down your shaking legs.

“I love your pussy,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “I wonder how many rounds it can go.”

“There’s only one way to find out,” you said, giving his big wet nose a kiss.

#yeti x reader #yeti monster x human #yeti x ice witch #monster x reader #monster x you #monster smut #monster boyfriend #monster lover #monster fucker #monster x human #monster fudger #monster romance #monster x female reader #monster fuckers #monster bf #monster kink

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bboricha · 2 years ago

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inazuma boys, we’re unforgettable!

➳ wc: ~ 1.5k ➳ pairings: modern!heizou, kazuha, and scaramouche x fem!reader (she/her) ➳ cw: not proofread, 4P, oral (m and f!receiving), marking, deepthroat, cum eating, protected, unprotected, degradation a bit (slut), scara is called kuni, scara is a bit mean, heizou likes getting his d!ck wet, kazuha is sweet, dumbification if u squint, language, lmk if i missed any

synopsis: it's almost as if this was planned by those three. not that it matters now, you know, with them filling you up so well and all.

kazuha’s behind you, leaving delicate, soft kisses on your neck, putting just enough pressure to make it ever so slightly red, while kuni sits on your right, shoving his tongue down your throat. he nips a bit at your lips, making them pink and puffy as you whine at the feeling—how did he know that you like a little bit of pain? and heizou is below you, arms hooked around your legs as he eats you out like a starved man, slurping up everything you have to give him while leaving marks on the inside of your thighs, muttering comments here and there about how wet you are just from their teasing with his hot breath hitting your skin, making you twitch in response.

you can’t remember how you got here, you were at itto’s party just a second ago, and were swept up into an empty room by these three the next. you’re a bit confused, but it feels good. the attention was nice, not knowing that they were waiting all week for this. it was definitely premeditated. the way they were eyeing you the moment you stepped in, shamelessly looking at any exposed skin or even the parts that were hidden behind fabric, it was as clear as day. you just didn’t know that they had set their sights on you well before this party.

not that it matters now, of course. it doesn’t matter when heizou sticks his tongue inside your dripping hole, tasting your essence as he licks a stripe up towards your clit, sucking on the tiny bud as you whine into kuni’s mouth. he tsks, unsatisfied at how you’re focusing so much on heizou’s ministrations. he stands up, taking his hardened cock out and brings it to your lips. to his delight, you take it in, giving a tentative lick to the tip and proceed to bring the entire head inside your mouth. when kuni pushes a bit more of his length inside, you feel kazuha’s soft hands wrapping around your waist, coming up a bit to your breasts as he begins fondling them. he takes a nipple between the tips of his fingers, rolling it around while biting your shoulders and you can feel him grinding his clothed cock against your ass.

there’s so much going on, you’re not sure how to take in all these sensations when you suddenly cum against heizou’s tongue. he quickly licks up your release, milking out your orgasm for what it’s worth and you whine on kuni’s dick from the overstimulation. once he’s done, he gets up, wiping his chin satisfyingly as he rolls a condom over his length.

“wait, who said you get to go first?” kuni starts, pushing heizou away from you. he ignores him, going back to his original position and lines himself against his entrance.

“you have her mouth, don’t you? that should be enough,” heizou teases, rubbing himself up and down to gather your slick before entering your hole. the stretch has your eyes rolling back—kuni keeps complaining, but you’re not listening and neither is heizou.

“hey, slut,” kuni says, not bothering to hide his irritation as he grabs your face, squishing your cheeks as he forces you to look at him, “you can take it deeper, can’t you?” you try to give a nod the best you can when heizou bottoms out, making you moan on kuni’s cock when he mutters something about “opening up” when he pushes his length down your throat even deeper.

“kazuha, you good?” heizou asks, slowly pulling out before shoving himself all the way back in again, beginning to rhythmically thrust inside you.

“mmhm,” he replies, his voice soft and calm, opposite to the situation, “it’s fun to watch her like this, she’s so cute.” he says fondly, giving you a gentle kiss on the cheek before going back to marking up your neck and back. little do the other men know that it’s because once they’re tired out, it means that kazuha can have you all to himself.

“suit yourself,” heizou grunts, smirking as he’s perfectly content with this. he finally got to taste you and fuck your sweet cunt? it’s a dream come true for him.

he speeds up his thrusts, the pace becoming sporadic when he notices kuni fucking your throat with the same fervor. how insane would it be if the three of you came all at once? and with that thought, he places a finger on your clit, rubbing figure eights against it. kuni’s hands are buried in your hair, using it as leverage as he fucks himself deep in your throat, your tears and messy make up pushing him further to the edge. he gives one last thrust, stilling as far as he can push himself into you as you feel his warm cum trickling down your throat. it was then when heizou gives a particularly harsh pinch to your clit when you orgasm around his length, the spasms of your pussy making him still as he spills into the condom, groaning out about how you’re so impossibly tight. you try to swallow everything kuni had to give you the best you can, and when he pulls out, pressing his thumb down on your tongue to check, he kisses your forehead, the action uncharacteristically sweet.

both men retreat, letting kazuha take their places as they both leave to return to the party to grab refreshments as if they didn’t just fuck the life out of you.

“have fun, kazu! she’s all yours~” heizou laughs, as kuni scowls, not finding his jokes amusing.

“i thought we were sharing,” kuni grumbles and heizou laughs again.

“you know i didn’t mean it like that, of course we are!” you can hear their voices fade away into the rest of the noises from the party downstairs. oh yeah, there was a party, wasn’t there? and what were they talking about…? you’re… whose? and—oh—kazuha begins kissing you gently, ignoring the fact that kuni had just emptied himself inside your mouth. he kisses away your tears, wiping away any strays as he quietly brings fingers to your entrance, testing your reaction as he dips a finger inside. you moan against his mouth, trying to grind on his fingers when you feel his lips curve into a smile.

“you’re still so tight and needy—how exactly do you manage to be so, so perfect?” he asks, the question obviously rhetoric, fully knowing that you’re incapable of responding. he slides in a second finger, the stretch is good, but not enough, so you grab onto his shirt, silently asking for him to simultaneously take it off and to put something bigger inside you.

“you’re just so greedy, aren’t you?” he gives you one last kiss, pulling away as he watches you chase after his lips. “but i like that about you, you know.” he pulls off his shirt and it feels like forever, as if he’s purposely putting on a show. he reveals a toned body underneath, pulling out his cock. why is he taking so long, you wonder, watching him reach for a condom before you grab his arm, stopping him.

“kazuha—please—” you beg before he pushes you down against the mattress, the look in his eyes changing in an instant. it’s darker, almost as if you can see a fire in them and it makes your pussy clench around nothing.

“as you wish,” his voice is deeper than before as he thrusts his entire length inside of you in one go, making you gasp and moan, a mixture of the two. you hold onto his shoulders for some sort of purchase as he begins his assault on your cunt, the pace he sets is brutal. he’s been patient for a bit too long, after all. the head of his dick kisses that gummy part of your walls that makes you see stars. how was he able to find your sweet spot so fast is beyond you, but with the way he keeps his focus there is a telling sign that you won’t be lasting long.

a few more hits have your eyes rolling back as you cum around his cock, leaving a creamy, white ring on him as you squirt all over his lower abdomen. your spasms have him groaning, leaning his body against yours as he kisses you, drinking up your moans as he continues thrusting, chasing after his orgasm now.

“where… should i—” he asks, starting to lose his rhythm as you cut him off.

“inside, please,” you beg with streaks of mascara running down your eyes, your lipstick completely licked off by now, but it’s the prettiest fucking sight kazuha’s ever seen. he reaches his peak, bottoming out as he cums inside of you. you feel warmth spreading throughout your stomach, the feeling a bit addicting, opening up a new door as the actual door to the room opens, heizou and kuni coming in looking refreshed with bottles of water for the four of you.

kazuha’s still inside, leaning down to give you one last kiss before pulling out.

“you can take more, can’t you?”

➳ an: oops! sorry, just dropped my—oh god—im so fuckin clumsy, sorry let me just—oh no it spilled again, hold on—

#bboricha*:･ﾟ✧#bori writes*:･ﾟ✧#bori genshin*:･ﾟ✧#bori nsfw*:･ﾟ✧#scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smut #kaedehara kazuha x you #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha smut #kazuha x reader #heizou x reader #heizou smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin smut

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procyonloser · 3 months ago

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He almost stepped in it, before Adam realized the little white glob was alive. He'd been heading home after playing a gig, annoyed at the drummer over some bullshit he couldn't remember, then it caught his eye. It just looked like a lump, a squishy looking pile on the sidewalk that could probably fit in his hand, like an abandoned ice cream scoop. But then it moved, just as Adam was starting to put his foot down, and eyes rolled over the side of it, to look up at him.

Adam cursed, stumbling to the side on the sidewalk to not crush it, before he peered down at it closer. He had wanted to be a biologist for awhile, took classes, but this fucking thing escaped his range of knowledge.

"Hello! Can you help me!" It asked, gooeing closer to Adam's foot, blinking big yellow eyes up at him.

"What the fuck... Am I tripping?" Adam asked himself, crouching down to look at the thing. It reminded him a bit of a Ditto, just a sentient little blob. "How you fuck are you talking?"

"I come from the heavens! I have fallen here, and I need help getting my strength back to return home!" It said, and Adam made a face. Fell from the heavens?

"So, what, I should call you Lucifer or something?" It blinked, before doing the equivalent of nodding.

"Yes, that is a nice terran name!" Lucifer said, as it truly sunk in on Adam that it was saying it was an alien. Adam reached over and poked the body, and found while jiggly, it was firmer than he was expecting, his fingers didn't just sink in. Lucifer made a sound like a giggle, and Adam thought of the Pillsbury dough boy.

"How do I help you get your strength back. You're tiny." Adam asked curiously.

"I'll get bigger, and then I can fly up to my ship. It is hidden from human equipment. But, all I need from you is either your saliva or non-waste bodily fluids." Lucifer said, and Adam paused for a long minute, trying to process what he'd just said.

"... Wait, what the fuck, you eat spit and jizz?" Adam exclaimed, glad no one else was on the street. Lucifer nodded again in agreement.

"Humans produce a hormone in their body that my body thrives on." Adam grimaced at the cheerful attitude the thing had.

"Well, I can't help with one of those. Do you know what being transgender means?" Lucifer stared, not getting the clue. "I am a man with a vagina, not a dick. I can't jizz like a someone with a dick. My best friend though, she's got a dick... But I think she'd rather skewer you than help." Adam hummed, tilting his head, picturing what Lute would do to Lucifer. Probably throw him down the garbage disposal.

Lucifer seemed to take no issue with what he'd said, "that's fine! Vaginal fluid is fine!"

Wait, what the fuck was he agreeing to again? He didn't want the weirdo anywhere near his junk!

"So... what do you want me to do?" Adam asked tentatively, and Lucifer rolled closer to his knee.

"Just pick me up and open your mouth!" Lucifer's eyes reappeared as he turned over, and Adam breathed out, counting to three, before holding his hand out to the thing. Lucifer was warm to the touch, which was a weird sensation in his hand. Solid, but not solid, a bit like a water balloon, but not with quite so much form.

"Okay, but... don't kill me." Adam said slowly, and Lucifer's eyes widened in shock.

"Never!"

Adam lifted Lucifer closer to his face and opened his mouth, revealing his tongue piercing. "Oh, how lovely!"

He didn't know what Lucifer was planning on doing to him, just getting a little saliva? That was gross and weird, but Adam could just ...spit on him instead, right?

Lucifer jumped up, and plunged the majority of his body into Adam's mouth and halfway down his throat. Adam fell backwards from where he was crouching, fingers going up to his face in shock and horror as the weight of Lucifer moved in him. He made a panicked noise as Lucifer began to pulsate on his tongue, pushing and pulling. His fingers tried to wrap around Lucifer, but his body just pushed further inside, until he was almost fully in his mouth, filling it out, and down his throat.

Adam leaned against the rock wall, eyes beginning to roll back. He couldn't breathe.

As quickly as it started, it ended, and Lucifer pulled himself out, and dropped down into Adam's lap, noticably slightly larger than he was before. Adam panted, and found his mouth full of some kind of slime, sticky, and coating his entire throat.

"What the fuck?" Adam asked hoarsely, still in shock. Lucifer began purring, or something like it in his lap.

"I take your saliva, then I create a substance that protects your mouth and throat, and that will trigger your body to produce more saliva. See, totally harmless!" Lucifer said. "The same will happen when I'm inside your vaginal corridor, there's no need to worry!"

Adam felt a shiver run down his spine.

#adamsapple #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer

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hollyoongs · 5 days ago

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⤷ SINGLE DAD TAESAN FELL IN LOVE!

시놉시스┆𝘁͟aesan, ─────⠀f!reader 𓂅 𝑤.𝑐: +6k ꒰ ⌗ angst, mutual pinning and a lot of fluff ꒱ ↷⠀ ℰditoral ! 𓂂

“Come on, Dad! I’m going to be late for the recital!” Dohyun was dragging his young dad through the hallways of the school, his cute little elf costume already out of place due to the running from every member of the family.

“Dohyun, we are getting there! Just slow down a little for your grandparents!.” Taesan said, smiling when his son behaved and all three adults could walk slightly slower.

“God Lord, Dohyun! I’m putting you in track classes or whatever it’s called,” Taesan’s dad said, making his grandson Dohyun smile wide.

“Shut up and buy some snacks.” Now it was the turn of Taesan’s mom to talk out to him, giving him a few dollar bills so that he can have the food. The two adults and the kid went straight to designated places of the school theater. Once the kid was seated, his grandma fixed his clothes as Taesan got out his mom's makeup pouch to retouch Dohyun’s makeup. Once Grandma was finished and gave a good luck kiss on the forehead to his grandson, they ran to the back of the stage, saying “Sorry” every now and then to any person that he slightly pushed.

He looked for a seat that was available and thanked the person that left it hidden. Dohyun ran to sit, and Taesan followed behind, kneeling in front of the kid with the makeup pouch fully opened.

“Hold still, Dohyun.” Taesan whispered, carefully dabbing a bit of blush onto his son’s chubby cheeks as he learned from the moms of the class, making him scrunch his nose a little as he giggled.

“Dad! It tickles!” Dohyun squirmed, his tiny elf hat slipping over his eyes.

“Hey, hey, we can’t have the cutest elf in the recital looking like a clown, even more if it is my son.” Taesan teased as he gently readjusted the hat and wiped the stray makeup he did with his thumb. He looked around when his son asked for a bathroom break, noticing how the kids had their moms beside them and smiled with slight nostalgia.

Being a dad at 20 was no joke to him, but it was a responsibility Taesan was going to fulfill the moment he held the little body of Dohyun in his arms. At fifteen, he hadn’t known much about life; he was barely old enough to understand himself, let alone how to raise another human being. But of course, he was big enough to know where to place his dick, and it was not inside his underwear.

His mind was not prepared for his girlfriend passing away in a car accident the day all the family was going to the delivery appointment. The memory haunted him like a vivid nightmare, one that he couldn’t escape. He remembered holding her hand. chattering about names and what features the baby might inherit, everything changing in a split second.

The air was not joyful as before, but heavy with desperation. The screech of tires, the deafening crunch of metal, and how everything spun out of control were etched into his mind. The moment he looked at his right side dizzy, it hit him like a punch; she was gone, and with her, part of his heart left with it.

Dohyun had to be delivered through an emergency C-section and directly to the NICU, hooked up to wires and monitors that thankfully beeped steadily. He remembered how he was clinging to that sound like a lifeline, being the only sign that something—someone—had survived. A part of her.

Her parents didn’t even let him come to the funeral, firm believers that it was his fault for her passing, or in her father's words that were covered in venom and grief, “You ruined her life.” And he still remembers the lack of strength he had to argue because, deep down, he believed it too.

The hospital stay was a blur, exhaustion and paperwork that he needed to help himself with the phone and his parents. But he remembers the moment he was left alone with a days-old Dohyun. The nurses had wheeled the bassinet into his room, and he simply stared. Who could imagine a human could be so small, so fragile, and yet so heartbreakingly real?

When Taesan had Dohyun in his trembling arms, it was like a button had been pushed that made him break into tears. He cried a river—deep, gut-wrenching sobs that shook his entire body, not even caring how his parents saw, for the first time ever, him turning into pieces.

He cried for her, for his ruined future with her, for the childhood he was about to lose, and for this new role he had to take alone. He cried until he felt his head hurt and both of his parents' heads on each side of his shoulder, hugging the two of them as they cried with them, watching the pacific face of the sleepy baby.

Dohyun was a piece of her, a tiny reminder of the girl he had loved. He wasn’t ready to be a father, not by any stretch of the imagination, but Taesan realized he had two choices: step up or let life swallow them both whole.

And he chose to step up.

He was already used to pitiful looks and disapproving words from every direction. He heard it all, whether the words were whispered or written on someone’s glance. At first, it stung like salt on an open wound, but he managed to make those people's words the background noise of their life.

His parents were no exception. When they first found out about the pregnancy, their disappointment was a physical barrier between them. They barely spoke to him; he felt like a stranger in his own home. But at the seventh month of her pregnancy, they had a change of heart. The small change involved raised voices and tears, deciding at the end that they wanted to be involved.

Even with the anger piled up, he would always catch her mom knitting tiny blankets in the evenings, and his dad began painting the extra room they had at home and searching for cribs.

Dohyun became their world. Taesan and his parents worked together like a family. His mom took care of Dohyun when Taesan had classes, a non-negotiable for the parents to keep living in the house; his dad taught him practical parenting skills he never thought he’d need, and he worked two part-time jobs to make enough money for him.

There were sleepless nights, endless worries about money, and moments when the grief was still present. But he overcame it; thankfully, he got a scholarship to the best university thanks to his grades and finally got a stable job that pays more than enough.

“Dad, I need help with my suspenders.” He slightly shook his head when he heard the voice of his son, smiling at how he was looking weirdly at the piece of clothing.

“To the rescue.” He took him by his arms and sat him on an empty table, making airplane sound effects. From the corner of his eye, Taesan noticed movement by the door, realizing it was you going in with a clipboard, ushering parents, and checking on the kids. The soft red cardigan gives you a beautiful glow, and your hair accentuates your features beautifully. He could feel his heart skip, like it always did when he saw you.

You were your mom's current replacement as a teacher; you were on college vacation, and you took that time to help out as your mother was on a trip until New Year. He didn’t know there was a change until he saw you for the first time, giving him his son after a small class picnic, being hooked by you.

Sure, he felt ashamed to start having a crush on his son’s teacher, a teacher that was the same age as him, but there was something about you that made him feel safe. It wasn’t just your beauty, though that alone could make anyone lose their breath. It was the way you carried yourself, the way you spoke to the kids with kindness. It was how you listened—not just heard, but truly listened—to the worries and small triumphs of every parent who came to you, as if their world mattered as much as your own.

Taesan wasn’t even sure when it started. Maybe it was the day you knelt down to fix Dohyun’s shoelace with a smile that crinkled the corners of your eyes. Or maybe it was the first time he heard you laugh because of his clumsiness around you—a sound so warm that it felt like his own heart being full. He only remembers his mother pushing him after she realized his feelings for her when he went to a parents meeting with her favorite flowers.

Whatever it was, it was undeniable now.

“Dad, you’re staring.” Dohyun’s voice cut through his thoughts once again, dragging his gaze from you to the tiny smirk on his son’s face.

“I’m not,” Taesan replied quickly, his ears flushing pink as he clipped Dohyun’s suspenders in place. “I’m just making sure my favorite elf is recital ready.”

“No… You were looking at Miss Y/N again.” He raised his eyebrows several times, teasing him, and Taesan was about to hide under that table.

“Just be quiet, or you will not have hot chocolate at home.” He used his dad card, and the kid “zipped” his mouth. But not long after that, he dropped a sentence that felt like a snowball being smashed on his face.

“Can Miss Y/N be my mom?”

“Dohyun, lower your voice!” Taesan’s voice was barely above a whisper, his face now fully red, matching the poinsettias decorating the room for ambiance.

“Why? Grandma says she’s nice, pretty, and that you like her.” Dohyun was so unbothered, completely the opposite of his panicking dad. He had to finish working in the suspenders and put him on the ground. Kids really had the uncanny ability to expose your deepest thoughts without even trying.

“It’s… complicated, buddy,” he somehow managed to say, smoothing down Dohyun’s costume as a distraction. “And it’s not something you can just ask. She’s your teacher, and I’m—”

“Handsome, responsible, and funny!” Dohyun interrupted, and Taesan's eyes widened. “That’s what Grandma says. I say you make the best pancakes. She’d like you if you made her pancakes, Dad.”

“You’re spending too much time with your grandma.” Taesan shook his head, trying not to laugh at the attempt of both his mom and his own son, trying to make him find someone.

“It's okay, Dad. I’ll tell her for you. Miss Y/N!” Never in a million years would Taesan have imagined his son screaming at the top of his lungs, drawing the attention of everyone backstage. His face turned a deeper shade of crimson as he watched you walking to both of you.

You arrived in no time, smiling at Taesan before kneeling down to his eye level. “Yes, Dohyun?” you asked warmly.

“My dad wants to ask you to—”

“If the makeup is well executed!” Taesan came up with an excuse faster than the speed of light; he made a ‘quiet’ gesture to Dohyun when he saw you viewing the makeup.

“Yes, Taesan, it’s well done. You got better.”

“Okay! Listen up, we are about to go to the stage. Please separate into groups: Santas, elves, and reindeer." The other teacher that was in charge of the choreography called out the kids, and Dohyun left them both alone. The parents of the rest of the kids were starting to leave, rushing to their seats to set all the cameras to record every moment of their child's recital. “Let’s rehearse before we go to the stage.”

A touch on his shoulder made him turn his sight from his son to you, the culprit. You smiled softly at him, and he couldn’t help but do the same.

“How are you, Taesan? You haven’t been around for a few weeks.” You said, going around collecting some trash left behind, him helping right away willingly.

It was refreshing having someone the same age as you around, aside from your college friends, and you couldn’t lie to yourself that meeting Taesan was something that you would love to do in all your lives.

He was not only handsome, but how he was a person spoke volumes about his character—gentle, attentive, and full of strength. He also had this goofy side of him; he only showed his son that you could catch a glimpse of it and laugh quietly without the duo noticing it; his clumsy side, however, was the one you saw the most.

“I’ve been good, just work and college. I got vacation from both, and that’s why I could come to see Dohyun.” Taesan replied, trying to keep his tone steady as he picked up a stray juice box.

“That’s amazing. He couldn’t stop mentioning every day how many days were left for you to be on a break.” Both of you laughed, going to the trash cans and depositing everything in your hands.

“He made me practice his lines, and not to brag, but his dance is amazing.” You give him a soft chuckle while Taesan scratches the back of his neck.

“He’s adorable, and he’s lucky to have you. You’re doing a great job, Dongmin.”

Whenever you said his real name, it was like a warm hug to his heart; he felt reassured and couldn’t help but break into a smile with the words coming from you. “Thank you, Y/N. It means a lot.”

“Y/N, the kids are about to go to the stage; take the “reindeers.”” Another teacher caught your attention, and you remembered why you were there in the first place.

“I’m going! You should also leave backstage; seeing your son in the front is so much better." Because of the excitement, you grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze, your fingers intertwined, that left him shocked. You looked down on what you did and immediately lost his hand from yours, embarrassed. “Sorry!”

He saw you running to your designated group, catching a small glimpse of how your ears turned red. Taesan stood there for a moment, his hand tingling where yours had just been, as if your touch had left an imprint.

He walked out of the backstage area with a lovesick smile, a smile that was caught by her mom, who laughed quietly with her husband. He took the recording camera from his backpack when the place exploded with claps and cheers; the kids were slowly entering, and Dohyun spotted Taesan immediately.

He waved at Dohyun with equal excitement when he realized he was front row and center, letting his parents know, and they also brought up their phones with the same excitement as him. His eyes went to you; you moved gracefully across the stage, gently guiding the kids into their spots with a smile, whispering encouragement to a nervous child—you were a natural at this; even if it was not your job, you still poured your heart into it.

The lights dimmed, and the music began to play. He couldn’t help but smile tenderly and chuckle at Dohyun’s acting and dancing. He was the best and stayed on beat, almost the same as he used to do when he was a child, or that’s what his mom told him. The room was filled with the sound of parents cheering and clapping as cameras flashed to capture the adorable chaos of mismatched choreography.

You could be slightly seen with two other teachers clapping along and mouthing the words to the song as you watched the kids with pride. The moment the performance ended, there was a burst of applause, and Taesan was so into the moment that he even stood up, cheering louder than anyone to make himself noticed to Dohyun, followed by his parents.

Dohyun bowed dramatically, soaking in the attention like the tiny star he was. The curtain of the theater shut down slowly, and he watched his clock; he had time.

“Mom, can I ask you for permission for something?” His mother looked at him and nodded. “Can you help me next week in making Dohyun fall asleep early?”

“What day? You sound very specific.”

“December 24th.” His mom opened her eyes and gave him full attention.

“On Christmas Eve? You better give me a good reason.” She said, his arms crossing on top of her purse.

“I’m going to take Y/N on a date.” He could see how a happy face was starting to form on her face.

“Oh my! Finally, I guess she accepted your date.” She said, her hands clapping together, and he just could scratch the back of his head. His mother's face lit down. “You didn’t even ask her, did you?”

“Yeah, I just want to grab the car keys to go to the flower shop, give her flowers to congratulate her on this show, and then ask her out.” His mom watched her watch and quickly analyzed a pamphlet about the show schedule that she was handed before it began.

“You have thirty minutes before Dohyun’s second act. Go, now.” Taesan kissed his mom's cheek and grabbed the car keys, walking outside the theater before running to the parking lot. Since he already gave her a bouquet of her favorite flowers, he will do it again but with her second favorite, and it will be something equally thoughtful but not repetitive. He drove quickly to the flower shop he had frequented since realizing his feelings for you, one that was near the school and was owned by one of his parents' friends.

“Another bouquet for the teacher?” Sungho teased, arranging the blooms when he saw his friend coming in.

“Her second favorite this time,” he admitted with a sheepish grin. Sungho picked out the flower after he gave him the name, and before he focused on decorating the present, he extended a white card.

“Write her something; you will not always give her only the flowers, do you?” Taesan quickly grabbed a pen from the counter and thought about it, writing almost immediately.

By the time he returned to the theater, his hands held a beautifully arranged bouquet of white lilies and soft pink carnations, neatly tied with a silver ribbon. Before he went inside backstage again, he looked around to see if there was anybody there, but knowing that in ten minutes it would start, Dohyun’s second act, they were rehearsing downstairs.

He spotted you near the dressing rooms, helping one of the kids adjust their Santa hat. He gathered every ounce of courage he had to approach you with the bouquet in hand. Not realizing there was a chair and hitting his leg with it, making some noise in the theater and catching your attention.

“Oh God, Taesan! Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” He stammered, rubbing his shin awkwardly and clutching the bouquet tightly in his other hand. “I, uh, didn’t see the chair there.”

“You have a talent for finding things to trip over, don’t you?”

“Guess it’s a skill,” he joked, his ears burning and looking at the flowers, extending his arms to you. “These are for you. I probably won’t see you after the show since I promised Dohyun to go to Lotte World as soon as this finishes. The show so far has been amazing; you did amazing. Congratulations.”

Your eyes widened as you took the bouquet, the thoughtful arrangement making you smile and the fragrance of the flowers shutting your eyes. “This is so sweet, Dongmin. Thank you.”

“It’s nothing,” he was quick on his feet saying that, relaxing at that moment as he watched you admiring the flowers. “Also, what are you doing on December 24th?”

“Honestly, since both of my parents are on that trip and my sister is with her family, I was just thinking of binge-watching the Harry Potter saga and ordering food.” You said, and it was like a December miracle for Taesan. “Why the question?”

He inhaled deeply and tried to maintain his composure. “I was wondering if you’d let me take you out for dinner on Christmas Eve.”

Your pretty eyes went straight up to him, big and round in surprise and slowly melting into a softer look. “Like a date?”

“Yeah. But it’s okay if you don’t want it; probably me asking that question makes you feel weird. I’m so sorry; you can act like nothing—”

“I would love to go on a date with you.” You interrupted him, and that’s when he paid close attention to you; your cheeks were flushed, and an unusual shy smile was on your face. A pretty view for him.

Taesan just stood there, blinking a few times, processing your answer as his heart leaped at your words. “Wait. You would?” His question was practically whispered in order to not fool himself.

“Yes. I have Christmas activities with my sister’s family in the afternoon of the 25th, and I’d really like to spend my Christmas Eve with you.”

Taesan’s early awkwardness was a fast exchange for pure joy, a smile on his face exteriorizing what he was feeling at that moment. “Okay, great! I will text you what you have to wear and the time. I’ll pick you up.”

The sound of the bells announcing that the act will start in less than two minutes made you both flinch a little, popping the bubble you two created. You started stepping back, tripping with a table on the way and laughing because of your nerves. At least he was not tripping this time.

“Sounds amazing! I mean… yeah. I’ll be in touch with you.” you said, your voice trailing off and an embarrassed look on your face. “I got to go to place the kids. See you on the 24th!”

This time you ran to the dressing rooms, noticing how you held the flowers so carefully it might fall. When he saw that nobody was around, he couldn’t help but jump in joy because he did; he got out of his comfort zone and decided to give himself another chance to love. He ran back to his place with his parents; his mother didn’t even let him sit.

“Did she say ‘yes’?” Taesan looked at his mom, the smile still on his face, giving her mom a nod; she slapped him on the shoulder in happiness.

Taesan sat watching the curtain being opened again, paying close attention to his son but already feeling completely excited a week in advance.

Taesan checked himself in the full-length mirror located in the living room. Dohyun was deep in sleep after reading him a fairytale with his parents. The clock was pointing to 7 pm, and it was about time to pick up Y/N from her place; he sighed in a way to calm his nerves out.

“You look really handsome, son.” His mother's voice made him look at her through the mirror, giving her a side smile. She came next to him and moved him so both could be face to face. She fixed his son's tie and the collar of the long coat he was wearing to protect himself from the cold. “Why are you nervous?”

“I haven’t had a date in like six years.”

“It's because you were healing, son. Losing someone as precious as Dohyun’s mom was, it takes time to close that wound. But I’m proud that you’re ready to open your heart again.”

For the first time in a long time, his mom cupped his face; her eyes were watery, trying to keep her tears from falling. “Y/N is a wonderful young girl, and if Dohyun adores her, then you can bet she’s special.”

“Thanks, Mom, that means a lot.” He squeezed her hands on her face and gave her a kiss.

“Go get her son.” She gave one last encouraging word, and she extended a small present that he bought for the girl. He grabbed the car keys, saying goodbye on the way out.

The car ride to your house, he had to put on some music, distracting himself and only making a small stop at the flower shop once again, Sungho was already outside with another bouquet, this time with red roses and winter greenery, tied together with a pretty green ribbon resting on the passenger seat.

He shut down the car in front of your house, taking a deep breath before stepping out with the flowers. He knocked on your door with his heart beating faster.

“Coming down!” He started to look around; the streets were decorated, and the lights were as colorful as they could be. He listened to your heels and paid attention to the door being open, his mouth opened a little, taken aback by you.

You were dressed in a long, deep emerald green dress; a long coat was also draped over your shoulders, and your hairstyle framed your face like a picture he won’t forget.

“Wow…” he couldn’t help but say that out loud, making your cheeks flush to the compliment. “You look breathtaking; I have no words.”

Your smile widened at his sincere reaction as you stepped out onto the porch. “Thank you, Taesan. You look perfect; I love it.”

He held out the bouquet of roses with his signature shy smile. “These are for you.”

You took the flowers, smelling the sweet fragrance that made you calm your own nerves. “They’re perfect. Let me put these in water before we go.” You disappeared into the house briefly, leaving him to exhale deeply as he watched your figure respectfully from behind.

When you returned, he offered you his arm like a gentleman. “Shall we?”

You chuckled, slipping your arm through his. “We shall.”

The car ride was filled with a comfortable silence at first, the soft hum of holiday jazz playing in the background. Occasionally, you couldn’t help but glance at him, the way his fingers tapped the steering wheel in rhythm with the music, his focused view on the road, and even his focused pouts that made you smile without him noticing it.

He caught you looking once and shot you a quick, boyish grin that made your stomach flutter.

“So, are you going to tell me where we’re going, or is it a surprise?” you asked.

“A little bit of both. Actually, we just arrived.” He pulled into the parking lot of a cozy, upscale restaurant adorned with twinkling fairy lights and garlands. The festive ambiance spilling out onto the snowy street caught your eye the moment you stepped out of the car when he opened the door for you.

“Taesan, this looks amazing.”

“I’m glad you think so. I wanted tonight to feel special for the both of us.” He paused a second before he showed the palm of his hand. “May I?”

You didn’t hesitate on putting your hand, interwining your fingers, “Yes, Dongmin.”

Inside, the restaurant was even more magical. There were candles flickering on every table, a live jazz band in the corner giving amazing ambiance, and the waiter already pointing at your table. Taesan opened the chair for you, and when you sat, he went directly to his spot.

Your table was near the fireplace, and you were thankful for that because of the cold weather. Your coats were being taken away, and you looked at him directly in his eyes.

“Be honest: how long have you been planning this?”

You could see his ears turning red, a sheepish smile making your heart skip. “If we speak about me building the courage to ask you on a date, a couple of months. If we talk about the date, it came all together this week.”

“Months?” Your surprise was genuine, and he simply nodded. He didn’t seem to be that shy anymore, a small amount of confidence in his aura. “I had no idea.”

“We were busy, and I wanted it to be perfect,” he admitted, leaning slightly forward, his hands resting on the table.

“Well, so far, it’s perfect. Probably the best Christmas Eve I’ve ever had in all my twenty years.”

His gaze softened with relief. “That’s great to hear.”

“Good evening, I’m Jihoon, your waiter of the night. Here are your menus, and let me know what you would like to eat.” You two gave a small bow and opened the cards. Taesan sneaked a few looks at you when you glanced over the options.

“What would you recommend? You seem to know this place pretty well.” you said, setting your menu down.

He gave a low chuckle. “Their steak is fantastic, but if you’re not a fan of that, the salmon is also great. Or… we could share a couple of appetizers and try different things."

“Look at you, already planning for us to share.” You raised an eyebrow playfully.

“Just an idea,” he shrugged, grinning at you.

After placing your orders and receiving them, the conversations flowed effortlessly. From favorite holiday memories to even sharing facts about you two, Taesan is already doing mental notes for anything in the future.

“I can’t believe you were always selected for the school shows when you were little. No wonder Dohyun dances so well.” You laugh as you drink your glass of wine. Taesan raised his shoulders, feeling proud.

“It’s true,” he said, his new playful side shining. “I was a star back in the day. They couldn't resist my moves. And now Dohyun’s carrying my legacy.”

You laughed again, infecting him in the process. “I’d love to see old videos of that. I bet you were adorable.”

“Oh no, you’d never let me live it down.”

“Probably not,” you teased, swirling your wine glass. “But it’d be worth it.”

He shook his head, smiling. “I’ll think about it. Maybe if this goes well, I might show you.”

You decided to mess with him a little, so you tilted your head, faking curiosity. “‘If this goes well?’ You mean it’s not going well already?”

You saw how he froze for a moment before realizing your teasing tone. “Oh no, it’s going perfectly. I just mean—uh, you know, if you’d want to go out again sometime.”

“I think I’d like that, Taesan.” You let that grin escape from your lips naturally.

The plates were cleared in the middle of the conversation, being changed by a dessert—a shared crème brûlée that Taesan insisted you try first—he watched you with a soft gaze, a gaze that made your heart flutter.

“Want to know something?” You broke the caramelized sugar with your spoon as well as the silence. “I didn’t expect this night to feel so comfortable.”

“Really? How so?” he asked with his brow raising slightly with his curiosity peaking. You extend your spoon with a portion of the dessert in it right in front of him; he looks at you seriously, and you put on your best doe eyes.

Contrary to your belief, he took the spoon and copied your movements before. “I insist, Y/N. Try it first.” His voice was deep and warm. It made you feel a shiver down your spine, and, reluctantly, you took the spoonful of dessert, the creamy sweetness melting on your tongue.

“Oh my God, wow,” he smirked, satisfied at your reaction.

“Told you. This place never disappoints.” He grabbed another spoon and ate a portion he picked himself. You two were still eating and talking when the waiter came.

“Sorry for interrupting, but it’s already late, and we need to close. Here’s your bill.” Taesan and you looked at each other, wide-eyed in disbelief. You grab your phone from your purse and gasp.

“Taesan, it’s 11 o’clock.” You put your phone back in your purse to grab your wallet but stopped when Taesan gave you a soft look, giving his credit card to the waiter.

“I’ll take you home right after this. No worries,” he said, caressing your hand with his free hand.

“Thank you, but next time, I’m paying,” you crossed your arms playfully.

“Next time? I’ll hold you to that.” The payment was fast, and you saw another waiter holding both of your coats. The female waitress put the coat softly over your shoulders and so did Taesan once he put the card back in his wallet.

The moment you stepped out into the cold night air, the crystal door finally had the “close” sign. As you two walked to the car hand in hand, snowflakes began to fall gently from the sky, settling on your hair and on the coat like they were feathers. “It’s snowing,” you murmured, your breath visible in the cold air.

Taesan glanced up and then back at you, his steps slowing down as he admired you. “It is,” his voice was almost like a whisper, but loud enough for you to hear. “Kind of perfect, isn’t it?”

“It truly is.” When you reached the car, he opened the door for you; his hand brushed yours as you got in, and he slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine.

The drive back to your house was quiet but comfortable, taking your time driving since the streets were not completely full due to the people sleeping or celebrating either in a bar in Itaewon or in their houses.

When he finally pulled up to your house after a beautiful trip watching the lights, he turned to you, his hand resting on the steering wheel. “We have finally arrived. I had a really great time.”

“Me too, Taesan. It was unforgettable.”

“But before we finish this night, I have one last thing.” Taesan stretches himself to open the glove compartment, revealing a small box wrapped in Christmas-designed paper. He took it and waited for you to react. “It’s 10 minutes till Christmas, but happy holidays, Y/N.”

Your breath hitched as you stared at the gift in his hands; it had been a long time since you celebrated either the holidays or received something, the reason why your eyes were watering a little. “Taesan, you didn’t have to…”

“I wanted to. Go on, open it.”

You carefully peeled back the wrapping under his sight, and you actually couldn’t contain your happiness. Inside was a delicate bracelet; the center had a small charm of a sun that shimmered under the light.

“I picked the sun because, it may sound cliché, but you have this light that attracts people and makes everything warmer and brighter with just your presence. just like the sun,” he finished with a soft and genuine smile. His words settle over you like the snowflakes outside.

You blinked, a tear falling as you smiled. “Dongmin, I don’t even know what to say.”

“Say you’ll wear it,” he offered with a small smile. His fingers brushed against yours as he gently took the bracelet from the box. “Here, let me.”

His hands were warm despite the chill in the air; they were as warm as your heart. You’ve never felt this loved by somebody aside from your family, and this dinner just confirmed that you had more than just a crush on Dongmin. Once it was secured, he turned your wrist, taking a risk to deposit a kiss on your hand.

“All done.” Your eyes met, and it was like time was running slowly, all to both of your favor to taste the moment.

“You’ve just created an amazing Christmas Eve.” This time, you cupped his face with your free hand, feeling how his thumb traced imaginary figures on the skin of your hand.

“I’m happy to hear that. Should we call it a night?” he asked softly, though his tone hinted he didn’t really want the evening to end.

“Only if you promise there’ll be more dates.”

His grin was immediate; his confidence shines through his aura. “I promise. Many more.”

“Then, yes. We can call it a night.” You both laughed, the feeling of tenderness in every fiber of your body.

“Let me walk you through the door.” After Taesan said that, he stepped out of the car before you could even protest, quickly rounded the vehicle, and opened your door, offering his hand to help you out.

As you reached the small porch, you took out your phone, watching exactly that there was one minute till Christmas, and you smiled. You stopped your steps, and Taesan did the same, looking at you with tenderness.

“Everything okay?” he asked, tilting his head in an adorable manner.

“Yes, I’m just waiting for the midnight fireworks.” You pointed to the sky; the moon shined brightly, and you could see how he was focused on seeing the moment. “Taesan?”

“Yes?” His gaze went back to yours; his hair had some snowflakes that made him look adorable.

“I want to give you something; just close your eyes.” He raised his eyebrows in surprise but didn’t hesitate to do it. Your gaze went back to the phone, then seconds.

You put your things carefully beside you on the floor, your eyes on his pretty pink lips, before closing your eyes and putting your lips on top of his. The fireworks decided to join as background noise and the cheer of some people in the street who were watching the show. But that truly didn’t matter.

The world seemed to pause in the warmth of the kiss. Taesan froze for a moment, startled, but quickly melted into the moment. His hand cupped your cheek gently as the other one snaked to your waist, pulling you closer to him.

He wanted to cuss when you finally pulled back, breathless and cheeks flushed, your eyes found him staring at you with wide eyes with his lips parted slightly in surprise. “That’s… quite the Christmas gift.”

Taesan’s eyes caught something above your head and gave a soft laugh, pointing at the object. “You’ve been planning this, haven’t you?”

“In my defense, my sister decorated the entrance. But I’m grateful for it.” You both were now staring at the mistletoe.

“That makes two of us,” Taesan replied softly. his hand now holding both of your hands. You took his hands and kissed them before taking all your stuff from the ground, taking the key of the house, and opening it. You stayed in the door frame with a silly smile on your face.

“Merry Christmas, Dongmin.” You spoke, and he did a small bow to you.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N,” he said. He started to walk away, and you closed the door. You left your stuff on the table beside the entrance as your back was resting on the door, your heart beating like crazy. A few seconds pass, and you get startled by a knock on the door.

You opened fully when you saw Taesan again.

“Is there something—” His lips crashed with yours, his hands on your waist with confidence, and your hands simply traveled to the back of his head. He lifted you from the ground without breaking the kiss, spinning in the same spot, smiling in the middle of the kiss.

When Taesan finally set you down, both of you were breathless with your foreheads resting against each other, shy and giddy smiles on your faces.

“I couldn’t leave without doing that,” he confessed, his thumbs gently brushing your sides and your hands on his shoulders, trying to steady yourself.

“And I couldn’t let you go without telling you why this date was so comfortable to me,” you sighed, feeling your heart rising as the nerves came back to you. “I really like you, Dongmin, and I would love to be your new chance to love again. I don’t care that you’re a single dad; I don’t care if you made mistakes in the past; what I care about right now is if you feel the same way as I do.”

With each word you said, you saw how his gaze got softer. “You’ve no idea how long I've been trying to find the right moment to say it, but I’m going to say the truth. I’ve been a little scared of what it could mean and of what might come next. But you turned my life upside down with just a smile and gave me the courage to finally do it.”

His hands grabbed yours, the tension beginning to ease away as your feelings were reciprocated. “I’m all in if you let me, Y/N. I’m ready to try and make you fall in love each day.”

“Dongmin, I’m already in love.” His hands slid from your hands to hold your face the second you said that, initiating a softer and slower kiss. You both could feel all the positive emotions in your bodies. Even more joy.

“God, I’m glad I didn’t leave,” Taesan whispered, making you chuckle, your heart swelling with warmth.

“I’m glad you stayed.” His smile was all you needed to confirm that this was right, that love had found its way to both of you in a way neither of you expected, yet both had been yearning for.

─── IT BEGAN TO LOOK A LOT LIKE 𝓒HRISTMAS! and this present is for all my people in @onedoornet thank you for this amazing year and let's keep growing this community. forever grateful with @gluion for letting me in ❅

#𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗹𝑦𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠! ৎ ˚⋅#odn — a very onedoor christmas #onedoornet #boynextdoor #boynextdoor taesan #boynextdoor taesan fluff #taesan fluff

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tteokdoroki · 2 years ago

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aawi:( imma kiss u, got me thinkin about eiji fucking the stuffie you got him from the fair, fantasizing about having you arched nice n pretty for him while he fucks you. big rough hand holding the back of your neck so you stay nice n steady. he’s close to cumming when he visualizes the way your pussy creams on his dick, the way it sucks him in and makes the nastiest squelching noises he’s ever heard:(

just imagine him calling you up, breathless from the load he just came, begging for y’all to link up for the night 😞♥︎

hehe i kiss u back !!

smut, mdni 18+. afab!reader, no pronouns +mentions of pussy/cunt. kirishima humps a stuffed animal!!

“do you like it, eiji?”

it’s innocent, everything about the situation was completely innocent at the time. you’d asked him the question so sweetly— as if sugar coats the inside of your mouth, laced into your words like hidden traces of drugs that make kirishima high off of your attention. your eyes bright and tone soft. kirishima had gotten used to you looking at him like that, more and more excited each time you saw him.

three to four dates in and he’s already sure you’re the one. he knows the feeling’s mutual— he just wishes that he’d chosen something a little more private for this date instead of the fairground you’re roaming. ‘cause when you look at him like he’s the world it shoots right down to the third leg tucked between strong thighs. when you talk to him pretty, like you wanna take care of him— please him, eijirou’s cock aches, blood pulsing through it, seedy precum coating his inner thigh. even when you’d won the soft and stuffed brown bear for him, his body had begun burning like furnace, the air in his lungs teaming with tiny particles of carbon dioxide and lust.

“do you like it, eiji?” he thinks he hears you say— though it’s probably his doped up and sex crazed brain playing tricks on him.

“y-yeah i like it,” eijirou whimpers to himself hunched over your soft toy later. “god, i wanna cum s’bad. baby please…” the ghost of your name wets his lips, the taste of your chapstick still glossed against them. you’re such a sweetheart— he should feel bad for wrapping the soft toy around his pulsating shaft, smearing it up with everything that it leaks. he should feel even worse for imagining you underneath him. would you even be able to take kirishima? would you cry about how big he is? shake your head with a whine and a pout while your legs shake around his slutty waist and your cute little cunt just stretches around his fat, milky tip?

or would eijirou have to bully his way into you? make you take him all the way to the hilt, until your back arches from the spiked sheets and your nipples brush against his. “fuck,” he curses as he pounds the fluffy material into the sheets, wondering how you would feel when he’s deep inside your guts. the perfect picture of your pretty pussy comes to mind— glistening with spit and slick, clenching around nothing in particular. “you’re gonna make cum, gonna put it in you… all of it. s’yours, baby.”

he’s starting to slur, the room spinning along with it. the bear between his thighs, coated in his arousal— it smells like you. your floral perfume and your strawberry shampoo and oh god what eijirou wouldn’t give to taste you, to fuck you. the redhead doesn’t know what he would prefer, to have you sit on his face or for him to force your pissy down on his cock— have is way with you after you ride him senseless. he knows that you’d coo down at him until he hits just right, grinding constantly against your g-spot, making you choke his dick for all its worth.

“you want it? you want my cum? d-deep inside, yeah?” kirishima rasps, though the pitch of his voice rises in octave and his watery red eyes roll back in his skull. “‘course you do, you do, baby. i-i know, e-eiji’s gotcha,” he goes from thursting through the plushy’s soft arms, a makeshift virgin of your cunt he hasn’t found the time to stretch out yet ( or the words to ask ), to grinding his hips against it in slow, salacious circles. his syrupy precum causing strands of his fur to stick together.

he’s close, so fucking close— cheeks blistering hot and a rosey shade spreading from them right up to the tip of his ears and across the back of his neck. the head of the bed thumps against the wall, sticky, lewd sounds echoing throughout his bedroom and all eijirou can think about is how your pussy would cream on him just like this. a ring of white froth wrapped around the base of him like a little bow to seal the deal. you’d have him a wreck just by lying there, cumming for him and looking pretty.

the thought is enough for kirishima to trip over the edge, soiling the teddy bear from the fair with ropes of thick white seed.

when he comes too, he finds that you’re calling, asking. “hey eiji! just wanted to check that you got home safe, and if you ‘n the little bear have settled in,”

and you don’t realise how flushed he is, how out of breath he is until eijirou pans the camera down to his messy, creamy cock and says brokenly. “i think you should come over and check, baby, we’ve been a lil’ bad without you here.”

#kirishima x reader #kirishima smut #kirishima thirst #kirishima drabble #kirishima x you #kirishima scenarios #✧ ₊˚✉️੭ — new notification #✧ ₊˚੭ — close friends story #♡︎₊˚khadi.🍼#✧ ₊˚੭ — writing #tteokdoroki

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hadesrise · 2 years ago

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𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐈𝐍.

summary ➳ you’re sinfully divine, an addicting drug no rehab could fix. it’s not like mickey wanted to, anyway.

pairings ➳ mikhailo “mickey” milkovich x male reader

warnings ➳ nsfw content, foul language, top!reader, bottom!mickey, attractive nerd reader (with glasses n’ shit), rough sex, choking, praise kink, degradation if you squint, pet names, size difference, reader’s a freaking giant with big dick lmao, slight possessiveness, belly bulge, dumbification, dacryphilia

author’s note ➳ mickey milkovich brain rot. also tumblr quality being shit 😠

MINORS & FEM READERS DNI !!

Mickey found himself unable to keep his eyes and hands off of you. He would convince himself there’s nothing to the way he stares at you from across the room, how his eyes would cloud with unspeakable lust as they run along your tall frame, checking out every hidden muscles he knew was underneath your slightly oversized clothing, how he unconsciously licks his lips when you tilt your head back and stretch with a tiny moan of satisfaction over the cracking back bones leaving your lips.

He convinces himself he isn’t into you.

At least, he does in daylight. But when the sun falls and moon rises instead as the sky darkens into a midnight blue, those denials and convincing ends up disappearing into the void within his mind, thoughts consumed by you alone. Your low voice as you speak praises and degrading words to him simultaneously, your hand wrapped around his throat and squeezing while the other grips his hips and no doubt leaving bruise, your hips thrusting relentlessly at a speed he didn’t know you could muster, your fucking cock that’s long and thick and hits every right spot.

There’s a little sense of triumphant in him, the knowledge that only he could ever see you like this — so rough, so dominant, wild, like a beast had been freed from its chains. Your usual angelic demeanor and personality drastically changing behind closed doors as you slowly pick him apart piece by piece, the want and need to break him flashing itself dangerously in your dark and lustful eyes, sending waves of thrilling excitement throughout Mickey’s body.

You had him bent over the cold desk, his wrists pinned to the surface by one of your big hands as the other held his hips in a bruising grip, roughly and relentlessly thrusting into him that had him moaning loudly and spurting series of curses and nonsense words. His hole still tight and almost sucking you in despite how used it already was being a proof that you managed to rearrange his guts into the shape of your own cock, making them perfectly fit against each other.

“(Y/n)— Oh, oh, fuck!” Mickey cried out as you continuously rammed your dick in him, keeping a steady rough pace, grunts leaving your lips once in a while. He had already came three times, the side of the desk stained in his cum and dripping down to the floor, his legs trembling from the overstimulation.

“Take it so fucking well, Mikhailo.” You nearly growled, punctuating your words with strong thrusts that had him seeing stars, your cock reaching deep into his guts with each snap of your hips. “Taking it like a good slut, letting me use your cunt whenever I want...” You let out a dark chuckle, sending shivers down his spine.

“More, please,” He whined and arched his back, both hands gripping the edge of the desk, not even struggling against your tight hold on his wrists. Surely, there would be a hand-shaped mark around them once you’re done with him. “Deeper, fuck, wanna feel it poking my fucking stomach, pleasepleaseplease,” Brain too fucked out to think coherently, Mickey babbled and pushed his ass against you, moaning.

“Look at you,” You whistled, leaning over to lick the back of his ear, making his hips jerk. “So fucking pathetically drunk on my cock. Almost want them to see what a whore Milkovich you are.” The whispered humiliation going straight to his brain and cock, you felt him clench around you as he mewled, tears spilling from his pretty little blue eyes. Even your words alone could make him feel this euphoric, almost cumming right then and there.

Mickey could never get over how you drastically change between morning and night — so divine and angelic in the morning with your hands reaching out to people in need of help, gaze soft and welcoming as melody of kindness and warm heart spill from your lips. You’re soft and warm, practically the epitome of peace with how everyone finds themselves relaxed around your presence. The sunlight creating an illusion of halo above your head. Light colored clothes and round spectacles adding more emphasis to your gentle tall giant persona. However, at night, you pull off that kind and perfect mask only to Mickey, soft smiles turning into cocky or arrogant grins and smirks, atmosphere entirely changing to that of lust and filthiness as your lips speak sinful words that never failed to make his head spin and heart jackhammer against his ribcage. You’re sly and arrogant, and too proud, to say the least. Very very prideful due to the knowledge that only you can manhandle, use, and ruin the Milkovich. An angel suddenly morphing into a sinful being.

He couldn’t get fucking enough of it despite the internalized homophobia tightly attached to his soul.

But with you, he doesn’t have to think about that. Insecurities that are drilled into his mind being pushed back by your sole presence; he doesn’t have to be afraid of being feminine or not matching the Society’s gender stereotype, because with you, he can be weak, vulnerable, good. There’s no toxic masculinity to hold him back.

Mickey was fucking addicted to this angelic sin, and you sure as hell felt the same even though words of confirmation never left your lips.

His mind started to go blank as you angled your hips to adjust your cock inside him, wanting to make sure it perfectly hits his prostate, before abruptly snapping your hips to his. Mickey cried out, nearly screaming when you started going deep and fast on him, the roughness of your thrusts making the desk almost move with each movement. “Oh! Ohhhh, fuck! Ahgh, mm!” His moans were loud, you’re sure the neighbors heard it. The stinging pain of your big fucking dick stretching him more open with each drag of your hips causing him to see stars in pleasure.

“Come on, baby,” You cooed, a big contrast to your relentless pace fucking his brains out. “You can take it more.”

Mickey whines, throwing his head back and eyes rolling back to his skull when you sink into him deeper, he could feel his stomach bulging from the thick and big size of your dick. “F-fuck, too deep... Yesyesyes, please, (Y/n), fuck— Fuck me more.”

He fucking loves it, the way your massive size and height never fails to have complete control over him. How your big body traps him between you and the desk, figure towering over him; it makes it so fucking easy for you to assert dominance and manhandle him however you please. He loves everything about you and your large frame.

“You love it, don’t ya? Having my cock so deep in you that it’s pokin’ your stomach? Ruining you, fuckin’ you dumb?” You chuckled, fastening your pace as uncontrollable moans and whimpers fall from Mickey’s lips. His mind in a daze, drool dripping from his open mouth that long forgot to close itself, fat tears running down his cheeks, the euphoric pleasure becoming too much.

“Y-yes, oh my god!” Mickey moaned, nodding his head vigorously. “Love—love it so fucking much,” He stuttered as another broken moan slips out.

You hum appreciatively, “Pretty little slut.” Leaning over him, your hand reached over to his throat and squeezed, earning a guttural moan from Mickey as his hole clenched tightly and his cock twitched. He tilts his head back and allows you more access to his throat, which encouraged you to squeeze more until he became light-headed.

“F-fuckfuckfuck, gonna cum, gonna cum,” Mickey breathlessly cries out, legs shaking violently as cum spilled from his rapidly twitching cock, vision seeing white and mind going absolutely dumb.

Groaning, you cursed quietly and let go of his wrists to grip his hips with both hands, continuing to pound into his oversensitive hole and ignoring his sobs of stop i just came, followed by screams of pleasure and overstimulation. He’s so sensitive it hurts, but he didn’t want you to stop despite his pleas to. He wanted you to use him, be your cum dump until you’re satisfied, wanted you to fill him to the brim and feel the white sticky cum dripping down his legs. He wanted you to take your frustrations out on him. He wanted to be your toy.

Mickey knows you know that. You know how he feels and how he thinks. It made excitement course through his veins, knowing you’re willing to fulfill every bit of his unspoken desire. You were angelic like that.

“Such a good boy,” You whispered, kissing his shoulder and making goosebumps rise on his skin. “Gonna make me cum, aren’t you? Let me fuck you ‘til I’m satisfied like a good boy, hm?”

“Yes, yes,” He nodded dumbly, slamming his hand against the desk and arching his back. You snapped your hips harshly, which made Mickey’s eyes roll back into his head as he came once again with a guttural moan, painting the side of the desk with his seed.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” You groaned, slamming your dick into him mercilessly, uncaring of how Mickey’s legs were giving up as your hands are the only thing that kept him up. His toes curling, nails scratching on the desk’s surface, sobs wrecking through his body. God, you were fucking ruining him. It made you shiver with sadistic thrill. Your thrusts slowly becomes sloppy with your own orgasm getting near, cock twitching inside him.

“In me, fuck, in me, please.” He whined, reaching back to grab your hand that was gripping his hips.

A grin spreads across your face and you intertwined your fingers with his, “Of course, sweetheart. Wouldn’t cum anywhere else.” You thrusted harshly a few times before burying your cock completely inside him as the orgasm hits, filling every bit of him with moans erupting from your throat. Mickey mewls, followed by a whimper, feeling the warmth inside, face showing absolute bliss. He touches the formed bulge on his stomach while letting out soft moans and whimpers, seemingly in trance.

Thrusting sloppily to ride out your high, you press kisses on his back before sinking your teeth on his shoulder to leave a bite mark. Mickey’s hips buckled, moaning.

“You’re mine, Mick.” You mutter in his ear, sending shivers down his spine. “No matter how much you deny, you’re mine. And at the end of the day, you’ll always come back to me, begging to be fucked and stuffed full.” Wrapping your hand around his throat again, you squeezed lightly as Mickey whimpered at the possessive gesture. “Can’t escape me forever, sweetheart.”

Mickey closes his eyes, humming and melting against your body, the denial dying down deep within his mind, looking almost in content.

He wouldn’t dream of it. You’re an angelic sin he could never repent of.

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maxybabyy · 1 year ago

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part two to this (run coach Max)

There’s a disclaimer that he has to click away before it lets him start the download, ‘Parts of the audio may be corrupted, this run can be replaced with – ‘ Daniel barely reads it before he clicks away to press start.

“This will be a lovely run, I can already tell,” Max says on the app. “You of course pressed start, so here we are. Always this makes me feel really good because I get to coach you, so thank you for starting this speed run with me!”

He lets out a tiny laugh, and Daniel echoes it, kicks his feet into a run.

“Right now, we are of course just warming up, so you have to run nice and easy,” Max says as he goes over the structure of the run, the five minutes of warm-up before they begin on the fartlek, on the ever-changing paces that already seem daunting. “If a 7 is your 5k pace, then this should be a 3 or a 4 only.”

There’s a noise on Max’s end of the recording, a voice that doesn’t belong to him or his sound engineer. The quality is worse too, he reckons, a quiet static in the background that isn’t usually there in Max’s runs.

Daniel doesn’t mind, Max’s voice is clear in his ears, and that’s all he needs.

He runs the first three intervals with no strain in his knee, pumps his legs to match the pace Max tells him to hit, forces himself to keep running when Max reminds him to move during the recovery periods, “Do not stop, you are doing so well for me. This is a really lovely time to get your breath back, but please do not stop moving!” Max says in his ears. He sounds breathless too, and it takes Daniel another moment to realise that Max must be running along on his side of the recording.

Usually, Max is the voice of composure, steady and calm in his ear as he guides Daniel through his run. Sometimes GP will chip in, reign him in if Max wanders too far off a tangent, but it’s clear from the clean and crisp audio that they’re usually in a studio somewhere.

It makes something stir low in his stomach, the thought of Max off on his own, in his running kit and pocket microphone as he pushes himself to set another best time, to make himself feel good too. If Daniel listens harder, picks at the more pronounced accents of Max’s words, he can almost convince himself Max sounds younger too.

His body aches, but he’s barely running, too busy listening to the way Max’s voice is heavy in his ears, how he pants through another 30-second interval at mile pace.

“Next, you will have the last 30 second interval, so make sure you keep going hard,” Max says. “You will maybe want to deflate but keep your pace strong. Promise me you will not stop until we finish, can you do that for me?”

Daniel groans and digs his nails into the meat of his palm, wills his dick to stay soft. He’s almost home, almost at the house where he can strip off and touch himself without being labelled as the fucking neighbourhood pervert who gets off on running.

“For the last interval, I want of course your best pace,” Max tells him in between punched-out breaths.

It should be illegal for guided runs to sound like this, breathless and demanding, erotic, almost pornographic if it wasn’t for how often Max tells him to keep running. Like this, he can almost pretend, close his eyes and lose himself in the way his body feels, just a hair’s breadth away from the real fucking thing.

It makes sense then how hard it had been to find. The recording hidden away in the depths of Max-guided runs, without their usual flair and light-hearted descriptions that had drawn him in the first time. Left to be forgotten, unheard and unused lest anyone else stumble upon it.

He wonders if GP had to tell him. If GP had listened to the recording, to Max panting into his ear, begging him not to stop, to keep going hard, to make it the best he’d ever done, and knew what it sounded like. If Daniel is the only one getting hard during fartlek runs.

“It is maybe not your fastest pace, but it is what makes you feel the best at this point,” Max continues, voice soft like silk. It makes a shiver run down his sweaty back. “Keep going until I tell you to stop, just a little more, please do not stop! Three, two, one – “

Daniel slams into the door as his legs shake underneath him.

Max is winding down the run in his ears, recommending another few minutes of running to cool down. But Daniel cannot listen, he’s barely even able to breathe as he forces the run to be over, shaky fingers on the screen.

He kicks off his shoes and marches to the bathroom, his phone left shamefully in his pocket. He’s almost at the door when Scotty finds him. “Looking good, Ric,” he says, touches his arm.

Daniel grunts and turns to look at him, wills himself to stop shaking.

Scotty looks great dressed in a sweater and a nice pair of slacks. His hair is done up nice and there’s an unusual glow to his face. Scotty always looks good, but tonight he looks fucking hot, so Daniel does the only thing he can think of and pulls him in for a kiss.

Daniel feels desperate, turned on by Max’s pants in his ears, the thoughts simmering in his mind all the way home. Scotty kisses back, laughs against his lips and leans into Daniel’s chest when he wraps his arms around him.

“Endorphin high, eh? Must have been a great run,” he says, smirks. His hand rubs lazily over his dick, and Daniel feels his entire body seize. He could come from this he knows, the heat low in stomach coiled and ready for release, but he doesn’t want to. It’s been ages since he’s come from anything that wasn’t a hand, and he aches desperately for a real fuck.

“Wanna make it even better?” Daniel asks, mouth still pressed against his. His hands find Scotty’s hips, pull him in close until he can grind his dick against his, slow rolls of their hips until Scotty is breathing heavily too. They stumble into the bedroom together, the bed still unmade from how he left it this morning. “You could fuck me, yeah?”

Scotty spreads him out on the bed, pushes his shirt up to his chest, drenched in sweat. He kisses across overheated skin, digs a nail into Daniel’s nipple before he looks up at him, loose smile on his lips, “Had a bum knee, didn’t you?”

Daniel snorts, and it almost doesn’t sound bitter.

They’ve been able to fuck for a while now, longer with Daniel on top, but Scotty has never liked that. Had barely wanted to try it when Daniel had brought it up, bottoming. Daniel had taken it in a stride, doesn’t care either way. Doesn’t want to fuck someone who doesn’t want to be fucked, so they make do.

“Did, but it’s all better now,” he says instead. He pulls Scotty down for a kiss, hooks his good knee around his hip to pull him in, shivers when Scotty finally fucks down against him, “Promise.”

Scotty laughs, sucks his teeth. He raises himself to one of his elbows so he can look down at Daniel, brow furrowed when he finally meets his eyes again, voice almost soft when he adds, “We don’t have the time for that, Ric.”

“It’s fine. Reckon I’m still good from this morning,” Daniel says desperately. It feels worse than before, bitter to almost have to beg Scotty for this, to be fucked.

He had thought they would do it this morning, got up before the alarm to open himself up. Bent over the sink with too much lube and a shit angle, but it was worth it to slip into bed, to wake Scotty up for a morning fuck. But Scotty had other plans, a breakfast with his agent that couldn’t be moved, lunch with the team.

Daniel had been so annoyed with himself for assuming that he had just sat there watching as Scotty with the tacky lube drying in his ass.

“Need a quick finger or two maybe, but like –“

“Dan, the Strolls are coming over in like forty minutes.”

“The Strolls? What?” Daniel asks, lets his knee fall back onto the bed. He does the maths in his head, knows Lance is supposed to be back in Canada now, preparing for the next race.

“Chloe is joining us for dinner. You offered to make Grace’s pasta for her, remember? I had to go get the wine for it and all,” Scotty says, smiles softly like it’s Dan’s fault but he doesn’t really mind, is fond of him anyway. “Have to get our asses moving, yeah? But like, I can do a handy before your shower. Would you like that?”

Daniel feels the way his dick has started to flag, overwhelmed with emotions he doesn’t remember. But it seems dumb to say no now, when he worked so hard to get them there. So he nods, smiles a little and says, “I mean, if you insist.”

#maxiel fic #maxiel #max/daniel #scaniel #daniel/scotty #Max run club au #my fic #my writing #fic

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where-dreamers-go · 1 year ago

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"Things Happen" Dick Grayson x Reader

(A/N: Happy birthday to me. 90s Robin all happy!

Reader is a fan of Robin and has been having bad luck all day. What else could happen on their birthday?!

Also: Happy birthday @ivorydragoness44

Warnings: A little angst. Use of (Y/N). I did not take this seriously; I snickered writing the ending.

Word Count: 1,086 words)

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Gotham City stood proudly with skyscrapers, large statues, and bright lights.

Yeah, you would rather be inside at this time of night.

But you were determined. On a mission to finish the day on a high note. At least a little more positive anyway. It was your birthday after all.

Just get home. That’s all, you thought as you walked along the sidewalk. Gripping a bag tight to your chest, you hoped the tiny cake would make it.

The hours that had long since passed suggested otherwise.

I can do this.

It was only walking. Nothing like what had happened earlier in the day.

Your birthday had started with you running your knuckles into the wall after leaving the bathroom, you had run your big toe into the coffee table, you had saved a cup from plummeting to the floor and hit the same knuckles as that morning, a folder full of papers met the floor later on as each slid in opposite directions, and then it was your cake.

That was almost your breaking point, but as least you had shrugged the other minor inconveniences off.

Things happen, you thought, trying to remain positive.

Not too long ago, maybe an hour, you had finished decorating your birthday cake. It was your favorite flavor and deliciously homemade. Beautiful in your eyes. Until the moment it somersaulted onto the kitchen floor. All of it. It was enough to make you sit by it and mourn its loss.

Whether it was gravity, physics, or something else—it was having a grand time with your birthday.

Should had wished for a calm day, you thought.��No party. No surprises. Just a calm day. Got two out of three.

At least you were the only witness. Then again, that did mean you were alone.

But it’s all good. I have cake.

VROOOOM

SPLASH

A car sped down the road.

You blinked as water soaked in and dripped off of you. You only stood there. Done. Completely finished.

You inhaled.

“AAHHHGGH!"

You huffed and walked on.

Stupid car. I can’t even go an hour without something—stupid—happening? Come on!

Shoes stomping, you continued onward.

Stupid. Stupid. Flippin’ WET! This cake better be dr—

thump

“Hey.”

“AYY!" You jumped to the edge of the side walk.

“Whoa.” A masked man rose his hands up. “I’m sorry. I heard you yelling and thought you might be in trouble.”

“Ohmygod.”

Standing before you wasn’t any masked man. He was Robin. A hero of Gotham City.

“Are you in trouble?” Robin asked with a growing smirk. Eyes scanned you up and down.

“Bad day.” You managed to answer. Your frustrations hidden by a layer of surprise and excitement.

“Sorry about that.”

“Me too.”

Wiping water droplets off of the small bag, you shrugged.

“So, um—thank you….for checking on me.” You smiled. “I really appreciate.” Then you added, “Especially today.”

“No problem.” Robin took a step closer, eyeing the bag in your grasp. “What’s special about today?”

Taking your gaze away from the tight-suit-wearing hero, you focused on the semi-dry paper bag. Lifting it up briefly, you showed him the small bakery logo on it.

“It’s my birthday,” you muttered unenthusiastically.

The news registered in his eyes quickly. If it was pity he had for you, he hid it well. He kept a smile on his lips.

“Happy birthday…”

“(Y/N).”

“Happy birthday (Y/N),” Robin said. “May I walk you home?”

Your eyes widened. “Oh. It’s okay. Really. I’m fine—“

Reaching for your arm, Robin quickly pulled you away from the end of the sidewalk as another car sped by.

SPLASH

Well then.

“Thank you.”

From the close proximity, his grin appeared bright. Playful even. He released your arm.

“Okay, uh. It’s not far to my place.” You relented. “At this rate I’ll drop this cake too.”

“Too?”

“It’s been a day.”

With his gloved hand, he gestured for you to lead the way.

Please let him be good luck. He’s Robin. And he’s walking. Me. Home.

Leading the way forward, you kept your thoughts on Robin instead of which way your luck could turn.

He kept the conversation light, but you did eventually tell him about the woes of your day. The man was itching to know. He was shocked all that happened to one person in one day.

You on the other hand were still trying to wrap your brain around the fact that you were walking with Robin. Goodness, you were definitely a fan. A grateful one. One who thought he was so cool and unexpectedly more handsome in person.

The walk to your apartment was uneventful in terms of anything negative happening. All in all, it was good. Safe.

And the cake is fine, you thought happily as you made it to your front door.

“This is it.” You announced. “Thank you again.”

“No problem.” Robin smiled then asked, “Do you have your keys?”

“Yeah, I…have them,” you answered while fishing them out of your pocket. “See? Everything’s still fine.”

Unlocking the door successfully, you opened it.

“Ta da.” You kept it open with the toe of your shoe.

The corner of his lips upturned.

“Now all you need is a gift.”

“What?” You questioned, shocked. “Robin, you already walked me home. And you didn’t have to.”

That’s a gift of its own.

“It’s your birthday.” Robin stepped forward, eyelids becoming heavy-lidded. “I’d like to give you something.”

You swallowed.

“If it’s alright?”

“Um. Sure.” You tilted your head, curious. “Yeah.”

“How about a kiss for your birthday?”

“I…yeah.” You were a bit at a loss for words.

Robin stepped even closer.

Was your mind short-circuiting? Did you hear him correctly?

In a swift motion of his arm, Robin pulled you in by the waist and laid a passionate kiss on your lips.

For those few wonderful, fleeting moments, you were in the arms of a charming hero. The world was quiet. Your birthday was saved. You were even living the dream of almost every person in his fan club.

Parting away slowly felt like waking from a long, vivid dream.

“Happy birthday.” He whispered knowingly. Smirking, he pulled lightly on the bracelet on your wrist.

OH.

Without another word uttered nor kiss shared, Robin left with a wink and his cape billowing behind him.

Wow. And he apparently noticed the handmade Robin bead bracelet my friend sent me.

You walked into your apartment and shut the door.

“Robin kissed me!"

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wangxianficfinder · 2 years ago

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In the mood for...

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1. I just finished Wind Rose in the Clouds and now I'm ITMF LWJ flexing his Chief Cultivator powers to Make Things Better (tm). Any recs for His Excellency being all excellent at cleaning up chaos, protecting the weak and living without regret? @mreisse

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2. Hello! I was thinking about Phoenix Mountain kiss aus..... anyone have good recs?

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3. Looking for some model aus! Either one or both!

The Roots Grow Riotous by hansbekhart (E, 104k, wangxian, modern, fashion au, garment company, casual sex, group sex, implied/referenced cheating, switching, recreational drug use, angst w/ happy ending, single dad WWX, panic attacks, implied/referenced self-harm, grief/mourning, catharsis, body horror, floral horror) if you can get your hands on it. Wwx is a model and lwj a fashion designer. Unfortunately, it is no longer on AO3 D: D: D: / Both users @justgot1 and @the-marathon-continues-nip have copies

SIMILAR! by mistake or design by seraffim (E, 51k, WangXian, Fluff, Smut, lil bit of angst, Fashion Designers AU, everyone works in the fashion industry, Dialogue Heavy, POV LWJ, Sexual Tension, Slow Burn, Co-workers to lovers) they're not models but fashion designers but I really liked

Walk, Walk, Passion, Baby by westiec (E, 3k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fantasy, Fashion & Models, Dragon LWJ, Phoenix WWX, Semi-Public Sex, double dragon dick, Frottage, but make it fancy, LWJ is a biter, Shameless Smut, Getting Together)

Addicted (to you) Series by sunandseas (E, 18k, WangXian, Modern AU, Pining while fucking, POV WWX, Bratty WWX, lwj rails wwx while on the phone, Fashion & Models, Under-negotiated Kink, Consensual, Enthusiastic Consent, PWP, Gratuitous Smut, Breathplay, Porn With Plot, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Lwj is worshipped in his pretty skirt, Unresolved Emotional Tension, Ambiguous Relationships, Friends With Benefits, kind of)

The Yiling Clothes Horse by empress_cixi (T, 26k, wangxian, modern, fluff & humor, falling in love, fluff & angst)

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4. itmf for a fic with stubborn lan zhan! smth similar to a burden of figs by spookykingdomstarlight bc i love when he gets like that:)

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5. ITMF Healer wwx @whateverweilanlovechild

Just a Tiny Mistake by Dudette_Mal (T, 57k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It)

Odd Geometry | End Racism in the OTW by lunarladyofthelake (M, 17k, WIP, WangXian, Elemental Magic, Kind of an ATLA fusion AU but it's kind of not., This is also extremely AU, Yes I was lunarvampyr originally this is me again., JFM never adopts WWX, Canon Divergence)

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6. For itmf, do you have any fics where Wwx is targeted by Gusu Lan elders or members after Wangxian marry

Thanks! Lots of love ❤️❤️

a light hidden and singing by occultings (microcomets) (E, 48k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Canon Era, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Slow Burn, brief family abuse, mentions of wangxian's canonical kinks, Misunderstandings, Blood and Injury, Rimming, Outdoor Sex, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, First Time, Miscommunication, Canon Divergence, Happy Ending) (Link in #7)

Scenes From Three Winters by LtLJ (G, 12k, WangXian, Post-Canon, CQL canon, Romance, Family Feels, Family Drama, Family Issues, Happy Ending, PTSD issues, Body Horror, But just a little, canon typical curses, Bad Parent LQR)

Concord by Deastar (T, 41k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Gūsū Lán Sect Rules, Depression, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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7. For the next ITMF, is there anything like “我的皇后是農民 | sowing seeds in the cold palace” by sweetlolixo or “Honesty is the Best Policy (Except if You're an Asshole)” by piecrust? I just need some angsty wangxian that makes me cry

sowing seeds in the cold palace has untagged lwj bashing. just a heads up for those who intend to read.

How You Would Let Me Have You by longleggedgit (E, 15k, WangXian, XiQing, Arranged Marriage, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon Divergence, First Time, The LXC/WQ is a "mutual beards" situation just FTR)

Regrets by antebunny (G, 37k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, Time Travel, Fix-It, Temporary Character Death, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Explicit Descriptions of Love, and other squishy feeling, Angst with a Happy Ending)

🧡 decay by antebunny (G, 15k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, the fluffiest ending, Hurt/Comfort)

Concord by Deastar (T, 41k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Gūsū Lán Sect Rules, Depression, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending) link in #6

总有一天; a place to hide (can’t find one near) by yiqie (E, 76k, WangXian, Modern AU, Pianist,Getting Together, Mental Health Issues, Suicide Attempt, Suicidal Thoughts, Depression, Hospitals, Overdosing, Eventual Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note, This is really rough but it is hopeful!) LZ isn't a jerk, but it's very good and very angsty

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8. ITMF A) smart wwx like ik he already is but i wan him smarter than nhs

B) any story where ppl are not uk saying like he should be grateful lwj likes him or ppl not calling him oblivious cuz ffs he's not . U stand in his place get fucked up by world, then become some kind of big villian for doing right, and then get small mixed signals and then get called oblivious for not getting those mixed signals. Because I'm srry u were busy surviving, starving, feeding, saving and SAVING , giving urself up, and SACRIFICING urself. @whateverweilanlovechild

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9. In the mood for Sect Leader!Lan Wangji, please! @emrysmerlyn

Temptation by Karmiya (E, 8k, WIP, WangXian, JYL & WWX, Sect Leader LWJ, Domestic Abuse)

Sect Leader LWJ tag

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10. Hi, I have a request for the ITMF. I'd love to read some fics in which WWX finds out JC gave himself up to the Wen soldiers to protect him. Can be post-canon or canon divergence. Thank you! @fangirl-oracle

the thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break by RoseThorne (E, 82k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Soulmates, Self-Esteem Issues, Fix-It, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, PTSD, Handfasting, Panic Attacks, Getting Together, First Time, Aftercare, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, /Referenced Torture, Scars, Chronic Pain, Golden Core Reveal, First Time, Switching, sex-related injury, LWJ Stays at the Burial Mounds, LSZ is a Wèi, Good Sibling JC, Dissociation, Burial Mounds Settlement Days)

❤️ Tragedy is Not the End by Hobbsy3 (T, 358k, wangxian, Time Travel, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Golden Core Reveal, Canon Divergence from Qiongqi Pass, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Yunmeng sibling bonding, good dad wwx, good dad lwj, JZX Lives, JYL Lives, Junior Quartet Dynamics)

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11. Wei Ying being in jin lings early life or him being there with jc to raise jin ling or him just raising jin ling

Death of a Ghost by Gotcocomilk (E, 107k, WangXian, WWX & JL, Canon Divergence, Ghost WWX, Hurt/comfort, Family bonding, Fluff, Angst) WWX is a ghost haunting lotus pier and befriends Jin Ling as he grows up (yes WWX comes back to life eventually)

To lurk, to lie in wait by trippednfell (M, 124k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Huli Jing, strangers to co-parents to lovers, Strangers to Lovers, Dragons, Kid Fic, teenage juniors, background NieLan, Angst with a Happy Ending, Case Fic, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Not Really Character Death, Fox Spirit WWX, Dragon LWJ, Blood and Injury, Additional Warnings In Author's Note)

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12. Hello!!! For the next ITMF can you recommend me a fic where jgs is humilated/punished for his crime in the most painful/humilating ways. It can be a fic where sunshot generation investigate him in secret because of his ambition to have yin hu fu or because of suspicious accident that he cover up or something similar with that. I prefer canon era and modern with magic au but if you have recommendation in modern au its fine too. Thank you @idontknowwhattowriteforusername

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13. thank you for the previous recommended fics!!! i really enjoyed themーand now im back lololol

does anyone know good zombie apocalypse or generally a wangxian fic in a post-apocalyptic world setting? I really loved this fic The Edge of Night haha and it would be nice to read some more, thank you!! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

a thousand teeth, yours among them by darkredloveknot (enheduane) (E, 10k, WangXian, Zombie Apocalypse, Blood and Violence, Mild Gore, Hook-Up, Falling In Love, metaphysical sexual body horror (??), Non-Sexual Intimacy, Melancholy)

Apocalypse AU Series by Red (zuwujun) (Not Rated, 211k, WIP, WangXian, Zombie Apocalypse, Mpreg, Heavy Angst, Dialogue Heavy, Childbirth, Canon character deaths, Minor Character Death, Canon Compliant, Family Drama, Post-Apocalypse, Gun Violence, POV WWX, Minor HuaXian, Suicide Attempt, Suicidal Thoughts)

The World is on Fire, but at Least You're Here with Me by oliversong (E, 6k, WangXian, Modern AU, Zombie Apocalypse, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Established Relationship)

❤️ A Corpse Called By Name by jaemyun (Not rated, 60k, wangxian, angst w/ happy ending, zombie apocalypse, zombie WWX, yunmeng trio, A Corpse Called By Name by jaemyun [Podfic] by Miss Appellation (Lizeth)) with lovely WIP podfic

Zombie Apocalypse Reverse! by AnnabelleEyesen (T, 8k, wangxian, JC & WWX & JYL, WQ & WN, zombie apocalypse au, humor, crack treated seriously, family reunions, WIP)

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14. For itmf do you have any fics where lwj or Wwx are snake couples or just snake, any one of them?

Thanks ❤️❤️

Snake Eyes by PomeGranny (E, 4k, WangXian, Boypussy, Penis In Vagina Sex, Loss of Virginity, Strangers to Lovers, Implied Mpreg, Pheromones, Mildly Dubious Consent, Cultivator LWJ, Mating Cycles/In Heat)

Slithering Pleasure by sweetdeadlykittypaws (E, 8k, WangXian, WWX/Other(s), PWP, Size Difference, Anal Sex, Double Anal Penetration, Oral Sex, Mind/Mood Altering Substances, Post-Canon, Huge dicks, Monster sex, Bestiality, a bit, Oviposition, Egg Laying, Urethral Play, not that much, Shameless Smut, Male Lactation, Choose Your Own Ending, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Underage Sex, Incest, Nipple Fuck, wwx gets fucked by his small nagas, Gangbang, Come Eating, Don't Like Don't Read, Stomach Bulge, Come Inflation, A Bit of Fluff, Plot Twists, Somnophilia, Pregnancy Kink, Dirty Talk)

Kleptothermy by orphan_account (M, 3k, WangXian, Creatures & Monsters, Naga AU, Sexual Tension, Getting Together)

Concerning Monster Boyfriends by Anonymous (M, 49k, WangXianCheng, Modern with Magic, Monster Boyfriends AU, Xenophilia, Porn With Plot, Witch WWX, Naga JC, demon LWJ, Size Kink, Anatomically Impossible Everything, Enthusiastic Consent, Mpreg, Eggpreg, Cum Shower, Pregnancy Kink, Stomach Bulge, Anal Gaping, Cock Warming, Self-Love, Threesome - M/M/M, Polyamory, Praise Kink, Tanuki WWX, Bottom LWJ)

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15. (Previous part in a FF) maybe even other fics where Yu Ziyuan leaves and takes Wei Wuxian with her if there are any 😺

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16. Hello! For the next itmf, I wanna read wwx as a mortician or doing some job related to that. Thanks!

hush now, darling by thefullergirl (E, 18k, WIP, Female WangXian, Crime Scenes, Murder, Murder Mystery, Mild Gore, Autopsies, Dismemberment, Fem AU, medical examiner!LWJ, assassin!WWX, Angst, Character Death, Blood, injuries, Guns, Scheming, mentions of torture)

grave goods by luckymarrow (E, 28k, WangXian, Grief/Mourning, Minor Character Death, Modern AU, mortician!wwx, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Relationship, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Marriage Proposal, abrupt tonal shifts, Tragicomedy, Comedy, Romance, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Adoption, Implied/Referenced Abuse, for lan parents, it's not described and is all backstory, Family Bonding, Family Dynamics, Married WangXian, brief daddy kink, the barest hint of consensual non-consent, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, BDSM)

#11 of this post has some recs

Post Mortem by Cataclysmic_Calamity (E, 78k, wangxian, modern, physchological horror, friends w benefits, slow burn mystery, undernegotiated kink, dom/sub, consensual non-con, stalking, drug addiction, serial killers, angst w happy ending)

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17. explicit itmf - i would love some smut fics from the top's perspective! (i'd like to ask for canon dynamics only tho, so lwj pov basically, thank you!)

Bite and Bruise and Bind by ReformedTsundere (E, 4k, WangXian, Modern AU, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Jealous LWJ, Biting, Friends With Benefits, Or Is It?, Idiots in Love, Pining, Like VERY Slightly Dubious Content, Begging, Blow Jobs, rimming mentioned, Marking, Deep Throating Mentioned, slight angst, Slight self-loathing, Happy Ending, little bit of crying, Barebacking)

something so flawed and free by verseau (E, 59k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Graduate School, Dom/sub, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Non-Sexual Submission, Kink Negotiation, Biting, Overstimulation, Cock Warming, Consensual Non-Consent, Spanking)

in the pines by astronicht (E, 13k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, Dom/sub, Under-negotiated Kink, Coming In Pants, Dirty Talk, Marijuana, Recreational Drug Use, Sexting)

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If you didn’t get an answer to your ask here, don’t forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme and MDZS KINK MEME on Dreamwidth. Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what you order!***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink! Fluff, crack, whatever - it’s all good!***

#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic recs #i'm in the mood for a fic #the untamed #wangxian fic search #wangxianficfinder #long post

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quicktosimp · 1 year ago

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Watch Me

Kinktober Day 08 Lo'ak & Aonung

A/N: I tried something new. I wrote this all in Aonung's pov, and I'm not sure how I feel about this.

Warnings: 18+, Aged Up, Voyeurism, Voyeur Aonung, Stalkerish Aonung, Possessive!Lo'ak, Dom!Lo'ak, Mean!Lo'ak, Possessive!Aonung, Spanking, Pussy Spanking, Rough Fingering, Reader is not aware of Aonung

Thank you @pandoraslxna for putting this together for all of us 💕

POV Aonung

Since passing my Iknimaya, my parents have been pressing for me to find a mate. Eager to see the next line secured. Many women are interested in me; I have my pick of the clan. However, the only woman I am interested in is forbidden. A tiny tawtute who stays with the Sully family. Years ago, when Kiri seized under the water, the tawtute brought a girl with them. She helped them set up the strange machines and stayed to watch my mother heal her. She was an oddity as she did not wear the strange coverings the other tawtute must wear to breathe. She breathes on Eywa’eveng as if she was of the na’vi. It was decided and agreed by my parents that she was to stay for the care of Kiri and was to learn the way of the Metkayina with me as her personal teacher. She was an eager student and picked up the way of water faster than the other Sullys did. Her heart was made of gold, always seeking kindness and peace. It was only due to her Lo’ak, and I did not come to blows on multiple occasions.

She is the one who stole my heart. I would do anything for her love. But it is not to be. Her heart is taken by Lo’ak. I see them always together, holding one's hand or each other. They had already moved out of their family's marui and into their own. While they cannot make tsaheylu, it is evident that they are a mated pair. The sounds they make at night if you dare to pass their marui are of unmistakable lovemaking. There are times I will lurk outside their marui, fisting my own cock to the sounds my Sumtsyìp makes. Her moans and screams are all it takes for me to find my release. This is where I find myself again.

I found a small gap atop their marui that overlooks their sleeping mat. Allowing me to see everything. They were already in the throes of passion. My Sumtsyìp legs are high in the air as Lo’ak delves deep into her folds, his tongue hidden inside her.

“Lo’ak! Please!” She moans, “You’re teasing me!” She accuses.

Lo’ak chuckles at her, “I’m teasing you? Is my tongue fucking your cunt teasing? Maybe instead, I should just play with your pussy lips, leave your slutty hole and clit alone as I have my fun.”

‘How dare that bastard! My Sumtsyìp deserves better! If I was there, I would give her what she needs. I would make sure she knows nothing but constant release. A never-ending torrent of pleasure. Lo’ak does not deserve Sumtsyìp!’

“No! Please, I’ll be good!” Sumtsyìp begs, always the good girl, eager to please.

“You’re gonna be a good girl, hmm?” Lo’ak smacks her ass, leaving a mark, “That means you’re gonna take what I give you, and you're gonna thank me for it.” Lo’ak turns her over so her ass faces the air, “You’re going to count each spank, and you’re going to thank me for it. Understand?” Lo’ak orders.

“Yes, sir,” Sumtsyìp whispers.

My slit is fully open, and I haven’t even touched myself, my dick peeking out. I ease it out the rest of the way, taking hold of it, ready to watch the show.

Smack!

“One, thank you, sir.”

Her voice is musical, making me twitch in my grasp.

Smack!

“Two, thank you, sir.”

The spines on my cock flex, wanting to be in her.

Smack!

“Three, thank you, sir.”

I can see the beginning of redness shading her ass.

Smack!

“Four, thank you, sir.”

Her voice is becoming higher, and her hips raising. I have the perfect view.

Smack!

“Five, thank you, sir.”

All I can think of is being in his place. Being the one she moans and begs for. Touching her ass. I would never spank her. There are many better ways to make Sumtsyìp behave.

Smack!

“Six, thank you, sir!” Her knees lifted, wanting to protect the delicate flesh.

“If you can’t keep your legs down, I’ll do it for you,” Lo’ak growls.

“Sorry, sir.” I cannot see her face, but I can hear the tears in her voice.

Lo’ak sits there rubbing her red ass, and my Sumtsyìp relaxes in his hold.

Smack!

She yelped as it landed, and my dick drooled at the sound.

“Se-seven, thank you, sir.”

Smack!

Her moan couldn’t be hidden, “Oh-eig-eight. Thank, thank you, sir.”

My moan mingles with hers. I thought I was quiet enough, but Lo’ak’s head shot toward my direction. He stops and looks for a second. I pause, my hand never left my dick. And that’s how he found me. Lo’ak’s face sharpens to a smug grin, like a predator who found his prey.

His eyes stayed on mine, “Last two, baby. They’re gonna be special ones.” Lo’ak turns my Sumtsyìp around so she lays on her back, her legs spread wide over his lap.

I can see everything, her glistening folds shining in the moonlight, a peek of her reddened ass, her face red, and trails of tears on her face. Whilst I could see everything, her tawtute eyes were not strong enough to see me.

“Please, sir, I was good! Please don’t spank my pussy! I was a good girl for you!” Sumtsyìp begged, her tears restarting, and my cock throbbed with each sob.

Lo’ak smacks her inner thigh, “What the fuck did I say?” He demanded, “I said you take what I give you, and I’m gonna spank your pussy! Do you understand?” he emphasized by smacking the same spot.

“Ye-yes, sir. So-so-sorry, sir.” My Sumtsyìp sobbed, her body covered in a sheen of sweat.

“You keep saying that, but you don’t seem to understand that this is mine!” A deep growl came from Lo’ak, and I knew those words were not for my Sumtsyìp.

Instead of the spanks Sumtsyìp and I were both expecting, Lo’ak sunk two fingers deep into her cunt.

The scream that erupted from Sumtsyìp nearly had me cumming right then. I had to grasp my base to hold off. But Eywa, her tight pussy stretched to accommodate just two fingers, the noses it made. Wet squelching noises filled the marui as Lo’ak thrusted his fingers harshly.

“Fuck! Yes! OHHHH!” Sumtsyìp screamed, her back arched off of his lap.

I fist my cock to her moans and the sight of her tight pussy. I can feel my release coming soon. Until Lo’ak took his fingers out and smacked her cunt. His hand was giant compared to the small space of her pussy, hitting it from top to bottom.

Sumtsyìp’s eyes went wide, but they were unseeing. She chokes and gasps but is otherwise frozen. Finally, she gives off a weak, broken moan.

“That’s another added, you didn’t count, and it has to be redone,” Lo’ak mentioned, sounding like he was talking about the weather, all the while rubbing her sore pussy.

Smack!

“N-N-Nine!!!!” Sumtsyìp screams, “Th-Thank you s-sir!” Broken from her sobs.

“Who’s pussy us this?” He asked, rubbing her clit harshly.

“Yours! It’s your pussy!” My Sumtsyìp crys, unable to stop wiggling from his minstrains.

Lo’ak smacks her thigh again, “You’re right, it’s mine! But what’s my name? Say it!” Lo’ak snarled.

“Lo’ak! It’s Lo’ak’s pussy!” She whines, humping into his hand.

Lo’ak looks me in the eye, “That’s right, it’s my pussy, 'cause your my baby girl, my muntxate. And I don’t fucking share.”

Smack!

“Ten! Thank you, sir!” The last smack was gentler this time, more of a possessive pat.

Lo’ak gently inserts his fingers into her pussy, leisurely thrusting his fingers, picking her up so she’s cradled to his chest, blocking her from my view.

“That’s my girl, such a good girl for me. Tell me, baby, what do you want? I’ll give you anything you want, all for my baby girl.” Lo’ak turns his back, moving so I can see nothing but his back.

So I left, refusing to acknowledge the pool of cum I left on the landing, dripping into their marui.

Update: A visual description of the genitalia https://archiveofourown.org/works/53553106

#avatar #lunaskinktober2023 #atwow #avatar way of water #kinktober #smut #aonung #aonung x y/n #aonung x you #lo'ak sully #lo'ak x you #lo'ak avatar #lo'ak x reader #tw: aged up

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aztecbrujeria · 2 years ago

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Vash x F!OC Malena

Malena and Vash are have just escaped a gun fight that caught them entangled in the sprawling city. The pair find themselves in the tiny alleyway catching their breath when things take a turn when Gunpowder and adrenaline mix together. WC: 1.6k

TW: First Person POV (If you don't like that you know where the door is), FtM Trans Vash, Vash w/Plant Pussy, Juicy Plant Tdick (Plant he can manifest a juicy dick if his partner desires), Plant Markings, Plant Pussy eating (Includes pussy latching onto OC's face), Plant Fingering, Kissing, Licking, Body Worship, small panic about feelings, Mention of Voyuerism

As always MINORS PISS OFF

He was blushing who would have thought that the feeling of my soft chest hidden beneath my tailored men’s clothes against his in that alley would trigger a blushing plant. The markings on his skin shimmered briefly from the close contact like stars that shimmered before disappearing beneath the surface.

One strong arm around my waist pulling me closer, my legs wide to brace myself for an oncoming fight, one of his thighs landed between my center, the alleyway was so small we were playing twister. If I was a mortal man I know I wouldn’t have been able to hide an oncoming erection. As he looked out from the cramped space he moved his thigh giving me sinful friction between my thighs causing me to groan.

“Fuck.”

I could feel my nipples pearl against the cotton fabric of my shirt and became more aware of the feel of him against me, “No! I can- GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER MELENA!” My brain was screaming at the betrayal of my body and the adrenaline rush from the gun fight earlier; these two aphrodisiacs were a bomb waiting to go off.

It was the feeling of his arm pulling me closer and harder into his thigh that set off the trigger.

“Vash…”

Instinct took over, he snapped his eyes back to me from the world outside as I huskily said his name, I took his lips and heard him moan in surprise as I pulled him into me. My tongue hungrily traced the seam of his perfect lips greedily seeking entrance, he tasted like citrus and early morning dew.

My urgency was met with his own as his hands roamed up my back sending every firing ounce of desire to my aching sex faster than my synapses could register. I didn’t even realize I still had my hand cannon un-holstered from the gunfight earlier.

Breaking the kiss I stepped back a couple of heavy steps until the cool wall of the other building was against me. My hand still on his jacket and my gun relaxed by my side. I had to catch my breath. I didn't want to be the asshole, but I had already stolen a kiss without asking.

I sought out his hazel eyes, heavy with desire mirroring my own, but I wanted permission.

“Vash…just tell me yes or no.”

My voice was thick with my arousal, but I wasn’t going to give in until he said unequivocally “yes”.

“Please, yes, fuck yes! I’ve wai–”

With permission finally given, I holstered my pistol quickly, while pushing him back against the other wall with hand splayed out over his chest.

“Don’t move…I’ve thought of nothing but making you cry out my name since I caught you three fucking.”

I practically growled out the confession about me having seen and watched Vashwood, Strife, and him. I felt how wet I was getting remembering that night whenever I touched myself, too many to count now, to the memory of their bodies intertwined and slick from their love making.

“Mel-…”

Vash’s voice was cute as if he practically purred at the thought as I stood close to him. Running my hand up to his throat I closed around it just enough to watch as his head fell back and eyes rolled back.

“You like being my sweet baby girl, don’t you?”

He keened at my pet name for him. Gods, he was the perfect kind of pathetic sweet to rot the soul.

“I wouldn’t have believed The human stampede would turn to putty in my hands when treated like a princess.”

He whined so sweetly it made me clench. The way his face was already wrecked and I hadn’t even touched him yet.

I pulled him into another ravenous kiss, so sloppy, I didn’t care if someone heard how wet and heavy our makeout was.

Vash was a good boy, staying against the wall, hands on my hips, while my own fingers pushed his jacket off his shoulders so I could break the kiss and trace down his neck to the top of his skin tight shirt.

I found purchase on his soft skin while I bit down and sucked to mark his throat with a blossoming bruise following my desire to mark his bare, scarred shoulders.

While I deftly followed the planes of his torso down the button of his pants. I took my boot and spread his legs wider, earning a gasp from his lips.

Undoing his pants and sliding my fingers under the band of his briefs I felt his stomach clench and I giggled.

“Don’t be shy baby, let me hear you, no one’s gonna notice us.”

Vash moaned and began pleading as I slipped my hand further into his underwear and found his pussy sticky and slick from him being turned on. Caressing his swollen petals, blossoming to let me explore, just at the right moment I placed the heel of my palm upon the throbbing node of his sex. I heard him gasp as my first digit carefully slid in.

With finesse I curled my digit and found his most sensitive spot to press against it slowly. I watched his cute mouth open to let a deep guttural moan out. I kissed him again, savoring his taste.

Pressing against his gspot letting him get used to me I watched the way he brought the back of his hand up and tried to muffle the sound of my name on his lips. I smirked at him, cooing praise, as I added another finger to coax more from his dripping sex.

His legs began to shake as I forced them to stay wide with my boot. His eyes were starting to brim with tears at how devilishly slow I was finger fucking him.

“You like that, hmmm? You feel divine, princess…I wanna hear you, Vash, let me hear you.”

He grabbed my shoulder as he began to rut into my small hand. Grinding his throbbing dick down, more sinful slick coating my hand, I couldn’t wait any longer. The way his breathing was getting and the sound of his pleasure made my pace pick up. Just as his fingers bruised my hips and he was close I wanted him in my mouth.

I pulled my hand out of his briefs and watched him pout as I pulled my touch away. Fuck, this man was perfect.

“I wanna taste you.”

I got on my knees and pulled his pants down and looked back up as I kissed each of his hip bones, traced every scar and patch of biotech on his thighs, and nipped at the inside of his muscular legs.

Vash ran his cool fingers in my hair as he watched me make my way back to the now blooming organ. My eyes grew bigger with wonder as I got closer and let him feel my hot breath before testing the sensitivity of the petals that seem to reach out. I smiled like a predator back up at him as he begged.

My pink lingual muscle became more confident stroking between swollen quivering lips that reacted to my ministrations blooming more and more, giving way to the sweetest taste. Tracing the edges of Vash’s perfect puffy lips had caused him to glow with his marking as his opening to pussy began to quiver, I felt his fingers begin to fist my hair.

“Melena…please!”

I moaned as I dove in, stronger strokes, making out with his perfect lips before following the path to latch onto his throbbing dick. I felt his fingers grip tighter, my own pleasure blossoming from the way he looked, the marks on his skin appearing and glowing.

Slow, methodical, lips smacking, sucking until I tasted his essence and let my tongue enter into his pulsing walls. I took every drop I wanted more, I was hungry, reaching for his legs I hooked them over my shoulders to wrap my own strong arms around them and keep eating while my nose teased his dick.

He was close as both hands now fisted my hair, his legs hanging, while he threw his head back and cried out my name.

“M-MELENA…oh FUCK!”

My knees felt nothing of the extra pain, I was soaking wet in my own panties, and I loved the way he rutted against my mouth as I felt him clench around me.

Mouth still full, I spoke with it between deliciously lewd slurps.

“Cum for me princess…cum…”

And just like that he screamed as the petals of his anatomy clamped down around my face driving me deeper into his juicy cunt. I moaned between each pulse of his walls while my tongue took every glorious drop. He twitched above me as his marking shined brighter than stars.

When his petals let me go and I came up to catch my breath I let him down carefully and stood up, pulling up his pants for him, licking my lips while having a shit eating grin.

He surprised me and pulled me into a messy kiss as he tasted himself on me before resting his forehead on mine and chuckled.

“Fuck, that was…I…and you didn’t even get scared of my downstairs.”

I laughed. How strange that he thought I’d give a shit, I just liked him for him.

“Vash. It wouldn’t have mattered if it was a space monster. I like you for you.”

He started to laugh in that alleyway and fuck did my heart flutter. I knew what that meant and I started to panic for a few moments before Vash pulled me in for another sweet kiss. The kind of kiss filled with promises and happy things. Things I didn’t deserve..

“Dammit…I’m falling for this donut hole.”

#vash tristamp #vash is babygirl #vash x oc #vash smut #vash trigun #vash drabble #vash the stampede #Vash Plant Pussy #not suitable for minors #minors will be blocked

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