#there's a sore spot on both my knuckles from it

[mandos-mind-trick]

I bought a lightsaber because my doctor wants me working on the range of motion in my wrists and I've been learning how to spin it and I expected my wrists and arms to hurt...

but good god my hands hurt the most.

[writersdrug]

Konig x Reader: Fucking You to Sleep

All credit goes to @legitchase for this lovely idea! I had so much fun writing this, please send me requests if yall want to see more!!!

Summary: from @legitchase

"Ok ok hear me out new COD MEN idea

You and your cod man, you two came from a mission he is still sort of energetic while you are really exhausted.

As you two lay in bed he softly grinds against your ass so you gave him permission to fuck into you softly as you went to sleep, making little moans in you sleep as you man makes you feel so great while drifting off to sleep"

Warnings: smut, somewhat somnophilia but consensual, fingering, slight edging, p in v, size kink, stomach bulge, google-translate German, writer never played COD :(

Konig opened the door to your shared room, stretching his limbs and sighing. "Scheiße, it's good to be back." he strode inside, heading straight to the small coffee pot the both of you had stolen from the mess hall. He started making coffee, stretching out his left hip, then his right.

You trudged into the room, bags under your eyes, muscles sore, and shoulders slumped. Your feet dragged underneath you as you closed the door behind you. Tired was an understatement - you were exhausted to the point that you were perfectly content to pass out on the cold ground and call it a night.

The mission had gone smoothly, almost as perfect as one could ask for. Konig had been positioned near the outskirts of the field, obediently waiting for the hostages to be delivered to the pick up point. You, on the other hand, had been involved in clearing the way to the hostages, as well as the path to Konig's group. You had shot, stabbed, kicked, and punched so many enemy soldiers, sometimes fighting two at once. Your mind was overworked as well as your body, and you had a few sore spots from the occasional soldier that had landed a hit on you. You never got the chance to sleep on the way back - and your body was about to make that happen, whether you were in a bed or standing up.

Konig pulled off his sniper hood, watching with a smile as you dragged yourself to the bed and flopped onto it. He chuckled. "Schatz, aren't you ecstatic? You did a great job out there!"

"M-hmph..." you muttered, your face smushed into the pillows. You sank your muscles into the mattress, groaning in both relief and pain. If only KorTac hadn't deemed the massage therapist unnecessary...

You heard the coffee dripping into the pot, followed by Konig's heavy footsteps. He crouched down, gently turning your head so he could look at your face. You kept your eyes closed.

"Engel, are you tired?" he asked sarcastically, caressing the side of your face. His head was slightly tilted to match your eye level.

You huffed sarcastically. "Just a 'lil bit." you mumbled. You opened your eyes, meeting Konig's piercing blue ones. He had a small pout on his lips.

He ran his large hand down your shoulders, squeezing the muscle gently. You whined squeezed your eyes shut at the painful relief, furring your brow as he kneaded away. He moved down to your arm, skillfully massaging it with his calloused hands. He landed on your hand, taking it between both of his and flexing your fingers, rubbing each knuckle tenderly. You hummed in appreciation.

You opened your eyes again, noticing Konig's pupils had widened the slightest bit. Oh no... nope, nope nope. You thought. You were WAY too tired to give him what he needed right now. Not that you were ever unwilling to be his fuck toy when he wanted it - you just didn't know if you could stay awake for it.

"So schön, meine Liebe..." So beautiful, my love... He muttered. You felt his breath on your face as he planted a kiss to your forehead.

"You think this is beautiful?" You asked with a smirk. "You're a simple man, Konig." You smushed your face back into the pillow, ignoring the desperation in his eyes.

"Why don't you go get a shower, hmm?" He said, rubbing the palm of your hand. "I can grab us food from the mess hall - you can stay here and unwind."

You hummed and nodded in response. Konig pulled your hips to sit you upright, kneeling himself between your legs. Your head rolled to the side, unable to even hold it upright for long from the soreness. Konig gazed up at you lustfully. You pretended to ignore it and yawned instead.

He squeezed your hips once before moving away, letting you stand up. "I'll have some coffee first, then I'll go. You wash up."

You slipped off your boots and haphazardly dropped them by the edge of the bed. As you made your way to the bathroom, you heard Konig scoff, as he moved your shoes and placed them next to his, perfectly aligned and neat. You chuckled.

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The entire bathroom was filled with steam. You had the water as hot as it could possibly be. It beat fiercely against your muscles - exactly what you needed. Your braced your hands against the wall in front of you, savoring every sting and ache of the hot water against your skin. You didn't even have the energy to actually bathe yourself at the moment. You would attempt that in a little bit. For now, you soaked up the heat from the shower, letting it seep into your bones.

You heard the bathroom door creak open, then it shut. Konig hummed as he moved on the other side of the curtain. You assumed he just needed something and would leave in a moment. He rustled around for a bit, the sound of fabric hitting the ground, followed by his feet quietly slapping against the tile floor.

Moments later, he threw the shower curtain back.

"Holy shit!!" you exclaimed, jumping further into the shower, startled. "The hell - I thought you went to the mess hall?!"

Konig casually stepped into the shower with you, his eyes flickering over your naked body. "I was going to, but I probably need a shower too." He closed the curtain behind him. "Why waste the water, since you're getting one already?" He smirked mischievously.

"Konig, there's hardly any room in here for both of us." You stated. You were crammed against the shower wall, purposefully avoiding looking at his obvious hard-on. It rested against your stomach as he stared down at you, eyes half-lidded in lust. Your hands rested on his chest as you tried to create space between the two of you, although you didn't mind his muscular body being pressed into yours.

He ignored your protest. "Liebling, you haven't even bathed yourself." He said, running his hands down your back. "Let me help you, bitte? You just relax, I'll wash you."

You wanted to say no, since you knew where it would lead, and you were too drained to even think of it. But it was hard to deny Konig, especially as he ran his soap-lathered hands over your arms, delicately massaging the muscles under your skin. You let out a long sigh, leaning into his touch as he masterfully worked the knots out of your shoulders, your flanks, and then your hips, lingering there a while longer. His hands combined with the hot water and the smell of the soap... your mind was practically numb under his touch. You felt yourself relax more and more as he worked the tension from your body.

Konig stared down at you, pupils blown wide. You were the kind of person to get all shy when you were naked, even though the two of you had been together for a while now. But here, in your tired state, you wordlessly submitted to him. You had come back from the mission as a hard, cracked, and dry wad of clay, and Konig was using his large hands and the hot water to mold you into what he wanted. His cock was painfully hard at the thought of you, too tired to fully push him away from you, forced to give in to his advances as he fucked you in the shower wall. You're muscles were too sore for you to fight back - he would slam himself into you until you passed out from exhaustion, your overworked little body trembling and twitching as he held you against the tiles. Your little throat would barely be able to whimper his name out.

Just the thought of him fucking you to sleep was making precum drip from his cock. It rested heavily against your back as he was running his hands down lower, squeezing out the tension from your muscles. You involuntarily let out a soft moan - the feeling of his hands was soothing, comforting... and also getting you aroused. As tired as you were, every grip from his fingers sent pleasure shooting from your core to your chest. You felt his cock twitch at your moan.

You lazily tilted your head back against his chest, looking at him through your lashes with a soft smile. He smiled back, desire settling in his lower abdomen. He leaned down and kissed the crown of your head. Slowly, he snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you closer against his chest.

"Mein süßes mädchen..." My sweet girl... whispered, lips pressed to your head. "How about I make you feel good, yes?" His free arm climbed up your abdomen until it reached your breasts, grabbing the left one and massaging it between his fingers. "You did so well earlier - I want to reward you for it." He rolled your nipple between his fingers and tugged at it.

You arched your back against him, mewling and whining. His fingers were massaging the flesh of your stomach and pinching and pulling at your nipple... it felt so good, you would have let him take you then and there. But the more aroused you felt, the more you noticed how tired you were. "Konig, baby, can - can we please do this in the m-morning?" You whimpered out.

Konig groaned, half aroused, half frustrated. "I promise I can be gentle, schatz. I won't make you cum too much." He started grinding his cock along your ass, his arm squeezing tightly around your waist. His dick throbbed, aching to feel your cunt squeezing him tight.

You exhaled a shaky breath, before gathering your resolve and turning to face him. He let out a soft moan as your skin dragged along his cock as you spun. He gripped your shoulders tightly as you looked him in his eyes.

"Tomorrow morning, love." You gently held his face between your hands, smiling. "I promise. I'm just too tired tonight." You pulled his head down to plant a long kiss on his lips. He groaned against your mouth, before a sigh escaped through his nose.

He pulled back, caressing your face with his thumb. "Alright. Tomorrow then. Let's get you cleaned for now, and then some dinner, yes?"

The both of you continued to shower, Konig insisting on washing your hair. You stood with your eyes closed, basking in the feeling of his fingers massaging your scalp. You were starting to get frustrated yourself, between feeling both aroused and sleepy. But you focused on the feeling of his hands on your hair and the water hitting your skin (or whatever skin it could reach - Konig took up most of the stream).

Konig did his best to focus on washing your hair and body. His eyes kept wandering over your silhouette from above, cock throbbing as he watched the water running down your breasts, to your pussy, and then trailing off down your thighs. He pushed his desires away, concentrating on taking care of you.

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After your shower, Konig had left to grab some food, while you dried your hair and slipped into your night clothes - which consisted of your underwear and one of Konig's army-green t shirts. When he returned with some protein bars and bananas (the mess hall's only options since it was after hours), he faltered as he caught a glimpse of you. You were seated at the edge of the bed, practically swallowed in his shirt, nipples threatening to poke holes in it. You smiled gratefully at him. Despite having his sniper hood back on, you could see the tinge of pink in his face, as he quickly looked away.

The two of you ate your food, Konig splayed out in a chair across the room, sniper hood on the desk next to him, you still sitting on the edge of the bed. You talked about the mission, it's faults and it's victories, Konig saying that he would have preferred that you were the one to stay at the pick up point, and he should have gone to retrieve the hostages.

He always did that - he would complain after the fact that your team's captain would consistently put you in the more dangerous situations, rather than having you on the safer end of things. Konig would have even preferred if he could have been there with you, but that's never how it was. Either you were both in dangerous situations on opposite sides of the field, or it was just you, and he was forced to wait on the sidelines, far away from the danger. He never doubted your skill, and he would never try to hold you back. But he wished that you could be closer to him than the danger. You found it sweet, but preferred it this way. Better you close to the danger than Konig - you would never live if something had happened to him.

And if something happened to you, neither could he.

After dinner, Konig changed into sweatpants, opting to sleep shirtless. ("You're wearing my shirt, after all.") You climbed onto the bed, feeling Konig settle in behind you, wrapping a heavy arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You held it tightly and intertwined your legs with his. His warm breath fell against the back of your head as he nuzzled into your hair, which still smelled like your shampoo.

You felt safe. Finally home, finally in your bed, with your Konig. His hold on your body felt protective, something you didn't have the luxury of feeling for the entire mission. You were finally able to relax. You sighed contentedly... the cool sheets, Konig's strong arms, the rise and fall of his chest, the fact that you could sleep in tomorrow morning... It soothed you, and you let the wave of sleep slowly begin to pull you under, bit by bit.

Konig let out the smallest, quietest whine. He knew you were tired. He didn't want to disturb you. But he was still hard from earlier. His cock was so swollen and painful, he was going insane. He couldn't hold himself back any longer, especially not with your pussy just a few pieces of fabric away. He pawed at the flesh of your abdomen, using his other hand to rub down your thigh. Slowly, he began pushing his clothed cock against your ass.

You stirred; you had been on the brink of sleep, when you felt Konig kneading your stomach and grinding against you. You recognized the heat pooling in your pelvis, letting out a small whimper. "Konig, please..." you begged - not entirely sure if it was for him to stop, or to move faster.

"I'm sorry, prinzessin..." he said desperately... "I can't help it, I... mph, I'm going insane... I need to feel you around me, please?" He was now pathetically humping your ass, already pulling down his sweats until he was just in his boxers. You felt his pulsing, warm cock pressed up against you. "Bitte, liebe..." he began kissing your neck, right in your sweet spot.

You moaned lazily. "I'm just too tired, I'm sorry-"

"Schatz, you don't need to do anything." he cut you off with desperation in his voice. "Let me take care of you, bitte... you don't have to lift a finger. I just need to be inside of you right now... please, please..."

His hands groping your waist, his breath on your neck, his lips sucking at your skin... and his pathetic begging, won over your better judgement. You knew you wouldn't be able to hold him off in your current state, and he would end up taking what he wanted anyways. And despite being so tired, you were still aroused... Would you really be able to fall asleep if you deprived yourself? "Alright, love."

"You sure?" he answered immediately, whining needily.

"I'm sure."

And that was all he needed. Placing a kiss to the back of your head, Konig carefully removed your panties, letting them hang off of one of your ankles. With one hand, he pulled the waistband of his boxers down, freeing his cock and letting it slap against your ass. He moved his hand from your stomach down to your pussy, prodding at your clit with two fingers. You rubbed your thighs together, feeling a mix of soreness and wetness, as he rubbed your swollen bundle of nerves between his fingertips.

"So fucking wet for me..." he groaned in your ear, "... even when you're tired, you're so needy." He slipped a finger past your clit, running it along your lips. You didn't have the energy to buck against him - instead, you tilted your hips back, trying to angle yourself to feel as much pleasure as possible. He teased you, prodding the tip of his finger just past your lips, before pulling it back. You whined, your juices spilling over his hand as your arousal grew even more.

"Please, Konig..." you begged, your voice barely above a whisper. Despite the desire settling in your stomach, you could feel yourself being pulled back into sleep. Your moans were lazy and low, and your body was limp in his arms.

"I know, love, I know..." he whispered in your ear. He brought his hand to his mouth and licked your wetness that coated his fingers. He groaned, savoring the taste, his erection twitching painfully. "I'm going to fuck you to sleep, liebling. You deserve it, you worked so hard... Just let me take care of you, alright?" He dipped his fingers back down to your pussy, rubbing your clit in slow circles with the pad of this thumb.

You couldn't answer him. Instead, weak, soft whimpers fell from your lips, followed by the quiet clicking sounds of his fingers teasing your cunt, finally dipping inside. A pang of pleasure shot from your core, and your walls instinctively clenched around him, sucking him deeper into you. You pathetically mumbled in pleasure as he slowly dragged his fingers in, and out, and in, and out...

Konig kissed the side of your neck as your moans enticed him, making his length drip with precum as he continued to grind against your ass. He felt your walls tightening around his fingers, greedily sucking on him. He spread his fingers and pushed them against your walls, curving one of them just right to hit your sweet spot. You whimpered and rocked your hips lazily, trying to push him deeper into you.

"Hmm, look at you..." he whispered low in your ear, followed by a soft kiss on your temple. "I thought you were sleepy, mein engel..." he teased. You whined, barely audible, as more and more of your juices dripped onto his palm. "So helpless, so fucking small in my hands..." he pumped his fingers faster, flicking his thumb back and forth over your clit.

You felt the familiar coil tightening in your lower abdomen, and at the same time, you knew you were drifting off to sleep. You moaned as he continued to finger-fuck your cunt, unable to produce more than a high-pitched cry. Your thighs weakly rubbed together as your impending orgasm built in your core.

"Konig, please, bitte, bitte, bitte..." you babbled quietly, your consciousness drifting as your walls began fluttering around his fingers.

Your pleading in German stirred a fire in Konig's abdomen. He growled low, "Gutes verdammtes mädchen, das ist es..." Good fucking girl, that's it... He flicked your clit harder, relishing in the small, high whimpers that sent an electric shock through his core. He snaked his other hand under your side, coming around to gently squeeze at your throat. "Komm für mich, meine müde Prinzessin..." Cum for me, my tired princess... he grunted as he drove his digits into your pussy, curling them to prod against your g-spot. "That's it... yes, yes, yes..."

Your hips instinctively rocked against his fingers, mind going numb as your orgasm ripped through your body. Your one hand grabbed the one of Konig's that was deep in your cunt, pawing helplessly at his forearm. Your legs began to shake as the pleasure overtook you, making you mewl and whine. Your slick flowed freely over his fingers and into his palm, and you heard him growl and felt his cock twitch against your ass. You closed your heavy eyelids, his hand still firm around your throat, feeling yourself drift into the ecstasy...

Konig continued to flick your clit, hoping to overstimulate you for a while longer, until he felt your body go limp in his arms. Your legs were still shaking from your orgasm, but the rest of your muscles were slack against him. He smiled proudly to himself, pulling his fingers out of you slowly. He felt your walls clench one more time around him, as if they didn't want to let him go. He brought his fingers up and once more licked your cum off of his hand, making sure none of it was wasted. He softly moaned at your taste.

"Oh, liebling..." he said lowly, "I'm not finished with you yet." He used his wet hand to pump himself a few times - his cock ached under his touch, red and hot and desperately needing relief. "I said I was going to fuck you, and you're going to take every inch..." he pulled himself down the bed slightly, so that your dripping pussy was positioned right above his swollen member. "... even in your dreams."

With both hands on your hips, he slowly guided himself into your cunt. He stopped halfway, hearing you whimper in your sleep, your brow furrowed in pleasure. Your eyes remained closed, but your mouth parted slightly, sucking in a short breath.

Konig absentmindedly shushed you, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. "I know, schatz..." he said shakily, "I know, I know... you can take it, you're such a good girl, I know you can." He groaned lazily, feeling your walls stretch slightly around him, and he pushed the rest of his length into your cunt. His exhale caught in his throat, and his fingers gripped the flesh at your hips, sure to leave marks in the morning.

Your hips bucked slightly as your pussy squelched, trying to make room for all of him as Konig was balls deep inside of you. He panted, sweat covering his entire body. Your wetness felt so good as he twitched inside of you. Slowly, as he was trying to be considerate of your sleeping form, he ground his hips into you. He moved one hand to the front of your abdomen, feeling around until he found the buldge pressing forward in your stomach. He growled when he touched it, imagining his big cock barely fitting into your tight cunt. He pressed his hand down onto the bump, and your body reacted, shivering around him.

He stuttered in pleasure, biting his lip to keep his moans at a low volume. The quiet sounds of his balls slapping against your pussy echoed through the room, accompanied by his rhythmic grunting and your weak whimpers. His cock throbbed inside of you, sending jolts of pleasure through his lower abdomen with each thrust. His face was flushed and his pupils were blown wide as he huffed, burying his face into the crook of your neck, mumbling sweet nothings in German into your ear.

He felt himself teetering closer to his orgasm - the sounds of him fucking you to sleep, the feeling of the mixed juices coating his cock and his thighs, your high whines and mewls, the lingering taste of your cum on his tongue... He was so close to the edge, desperately trying to hold himself back as to not disturb you, and to last a few moments longer...

"I'm gonna fucking breed you, liebe..." he mumbled, whimpering as his orgasm approached quickly. "... gonna fucking fill you up, and there's not a damn thing you can do... Scheiße, so fucking tight... You take my cock so well, meine gute kleine Schlampe..." My good little slut... He felt your walls clenching rhythmically around his member, and your whimpers got higher and higher, your back arching against his as a second orgasm overcame you.

He felt his cock twitching, and a cord in his lower abdomen snapped. "Fuuuck, liebe, take it, take it, fucking take it, Scheiße..."

His thrusts became shallow and sloppy - he sank his teeth into your neck as an attempt to quiet his grunts and whimpers as he pounded into you, his cum spurting through his cock, filling up your cunt. "Mph, scheisse!" he whined into your neck. He rode out his orgasm, the room filling with sloppy squelching as his cum seeped out of you, dripping onto his thighs and the sheets.

He felt your body relax once more, his own muscles going limp around you. He lazily ground his hips into your ass, his cock still embedded in your cunt, now going soft. He gently thumbed his cum back into your pussy, pushing it in between his member and your lips. He sighed contentedly, wrapping both of his arms around your waist and pulling you closer onto him. He nestled his face in the crook of your neck, feeling the layer of sweat that covered you both.

"Du bist mein perfektes Mädchen..." You are my perfect girl... he mumbled into your ear, planting a kiss on the top of it. You stirred gently, your hips briefly moving away from his. He gently held you down on his cock. "No, schatz..." he hummed, eyes closing, "... I want to stay in this warm, sweet pussy of yours... oh, verdammt, I've missed you... I'll never let you go for so long again..."

He placed one last kiss to your neck, before hugging you tighter, his length still buried deep inside you. As he drifted off to sleep, he had one last thought. "Don't think I forgot your promise for tomorrow morning, liebling..."

[finalgirllx]

Mattheo's Nurse

my own take on a favorite trope - healing mattheo after one of his many, many fights. for @thatdammchickennugget's hogmarch challenge, the prompt i went off of was 'why do you do this for me? are you sure you're not in love with me?'

1.2k words | suggestive content | minors dni | f!reader implied

Becoming Mattheo Riddle's personal nurse was not part of your grand plan. However, an incidental run-in where you tended to him after a courtyard scuffle led him to recognize you as possibly the only person who would help him with concern devoid of judgment. That's how you fell into a routine of him 'just happening' to appear wherever you were settled, weaponizing his puppy eyes until you eventually agreed to patch up his wounds in order to minimize his visits to the hospital wing.

Mattheo had come to your dorm room tonight, causing you to let out a dramatic sigh, wordlessly directing him to sit on your desk chair while you fetched your ever-expanding collection of first-aid supplies.

As you inspected his marred knuckles with a light touch, he winced from the pain at the pressure points. There was some swelling, discoloration, and a hefty set of cuts all over his one fist. The drying blood along his joints seemed not to be his own.

"Oh, stop that," you chided him over his complaints. "Shouldn't you be used to the ache at this point? Damn masochist, aren't you," you continued, poking fun at Mattheo while casting 'glacius' on the water packs you had gathered just for this reason.

In response to your ribbing, Mattheo playfully bit his inner cheek, his expression shifting from pained to something more suggestive.

"You'd like that, I'm sure," he quipped. His eyes narrowed, trying to persuade yours to meet his as you applied the ice pack to his scratched hand. "You make quite the nurse," he continued, his voice dripping with flirtation. "And quite the sight, too. Seeing your pretty face distracts me from any wounds to my dignity. You think candy stripers are still a thing? Might be easier to tend to me in a shorter skirt," he added while his less injured hand found a comfortable resting spot where your waist met your hip.

"A better patient would stop causing such a distraction," you countered swiftly, deliberately avoiding that very gaze because you knew how quickly you would fold for the magnetism of his deep brown eyes. Yet, your actions defied your attitude as you allowed his hand to remain where it rested, his fingers curling slightly against the fabric of your clothing, which sent a shiver up your spine.

Mattheo smirked, indicating just how much he wanted to acknowledge what you both felt.

"Let me guess. You don't just carry around medical supplies because you want to play doctor," he mused. "I think you're helping me weekly because you're in love with me," he wiggled his brows, confident in his suggestion.

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, silently conceding to the truth in his words but unwilling to admit it. Instead, you quickly regain your composure, lightly patting his cheek before adopting a more serious expression. "Hush, you're being disorderly. I can't fix you up with all this chatter," you scolded playfully, feigning annoyance.

Mattheo hissed, his eyes scrunching shut, reigniting your helper mode out of fear you had touched another sore spot. The guilt was short-lived, however, when the prick turned his head in both directions to show a bruise forming along the other side of his cheek, not the one you had touched. He just wanted to tease you, prompting you to retaliate with an additional pat out of spite on the uninjured cheek.

"Stop this. Remember, your life is in my hands; don't forget," you quipped snippily.

"Regardless of your consistent threats to my life, every time I come to you for help, I’m choosing to put my trust in you because you have feelings for me. And that's also why you're avoiding looking at me," he countered with a smug attitude, correctly assuming that this would finally get you to lock eyes with him. Which you did; looking right into his eager gaze paired with long lashes of everyone's envy. Even the few curls splayed over his forehead added to the appeal that despite him just coming from another bloody fight, you had to utilize every ounce of willpower to avoid melting at his ability to switch from intimidating to irresistible in an instant.

"Also, as my nurse, I’m surprised you don't know the cure-all to any injury," Mattheo begins again, and you suspect more nonsense is about to spill out.

You couldn't help but scoff. "What would that be?"

"A kiss."

You were utterly undone. "Bloody hell," you muttered, blushing profusely before deciding to indulge him this one time. You wouldn't quite treat him to some lip action, however. So instead of giving in entirely, you placed a small, modest peck on the tip of his nose.

The giddy expression that overcame him was worth it to see, but Mattheo, being himself, couldn't resist being a little greedy and pushing his luck further.

"Oh, on the nose? That only gets me halfway there," he complained with mock concern.

You could only smirk. Mattheo seemed to know better despite all attempts to convince him otherwise, which wasn't surprising given how perceptive he was. That, coupled with your consistent fumbling and his astute observation of your unwavering willingness to help him every time. Still, you weren't ready. While Mattheo's charm did get him quite far in leaving a lasting impression on you, you also knew that relinquishing yourself to the growing feelings would entangle you with the rest of his troubles, just as he would with yours. For now you'd prefer to let it simmer rather than dive right in. However, it didn't hurt to fantasize about how it would go.

For example, giving into the desire that your entire body ached for, to crawl into his lap and crash your lips against his. You longed to taste the metallic tang lingering from his blood-stained bottom lip that stirred with the scent of his cigarette addiction. You wanted to experience the absolute bliss that the softness of those pillowy lips would guarantee, all the while feigning surprise that this hardened bad boy could have any soft spots at all.

You craved to feel the hands responsible for splitting countless jaws roam your body with an unprecedented level of adoration, letting him fondle every last curve to ensure he learned all of it. You wanted him to discover all of your weak spots and master the art of caressing them in such a way as to elicit endless waves of pleasure every time. You yearned for him to possessively grope your ass, keeping yourself pressed to him as closely as possible while his other hand held the back of your head to draw out your kisses. His touches would solidify you as his, not just as his 'nurse' but in every sense that someone could belong to another.

Snapping yourself from drifting thoughts, you managed to deflect under the guise of needing to retrieve more supplies for an additional small cut you had overlooked. You came back, and despite your hesitancy, you wanted to leave Mattheo with a glimmer of hope.

"Tell you what," you started. "Let your hands heal so they can be of full use, and I'll grant you the other half of that kiss."

"Atta girl. That I can do," he grinned triumphantly.

"Yes, yes, now hold still so I can properly heal you."

[gojosprettyprincess]

Tw - Stepbrother choso, soft dom Choso?, fingering, pussy eating, squirting but reader didn't know what it was, oversimulation, ass play. Reader is 20 about to start college and choso is 23. This shit is honestly pretty filthy. I'm sorry for any errors.

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Thinking about...

Your mom getting remarried to another man and you having to move into a new house and adjust to your new household, it wasn't going to be easy, it's a whole different chapter of your life beginning and a lot of things were going to change and be different.

But no matter what you vowed to try your very best to make everything easier for your mom, whatever it takes. She been through a lot in her past relationship and now she's finally happy and smiling so you'll do anything you possibly can to keep it that way. It's just so weird being the only child and now having to get used to having a new sibling, he was 5 years older than you, you don't really interact with him that much, you just wanna get all this over with till you can finally move out and begin college once summer ends.

Well things just happened to take an unexpected turn pretty fast.

"Be a good girl for me and keep still yeah?" he whispered to you while slamming two of his long thick fingers into your cunt nonstop. It was too much, he made you came on his fingers two times already yet he still kept going, scissoring and curling his digits against your tight walls while he fucks it in and out of you, the wet squelch of your cunt filling the room. He had you laying on his lap with your body folded on half, one of his hands gripping your thigh while the other is plunging into your cunt, you couldn't help but squirm on top of him.

"T'much, c-can't anymore please, t'much cho" you whimpered, nails sinking into his forearm.

He looked down at you smirking, "Cum f'me one more time then I'll stop, deal?", you reluctantly nodded your head, your poor cunt was so sore from all the times he'd do stuff like this, which is every night when your parents are asleep he'd sneak into your room and play with your poor little cunny so he can prepare you for when he's gonna give you the real thing and fuck you silly with his thick cock.

"Fuckkk baby you have no idea how much I wanna sink my cock into this cunt right now", He hisses, feeling your walls tighten around his fingers, his cock straining to be released from his boxers.

"Need you to cum f'me right now, c'mon princess you can do it". He encourages, fucking his fingers into your slopping cunt knuckles deep, faster and faster, hitting your sweet spot while he brought his thumb to your clit, flickering and rubbing small circles on it as he helped you climb to your orgasm.

Your head fell back against his chest as you came undone on his fingers. You cried out as he continued pumping his fingers inside of you throughout your orgasm, your toes curling while your eyes were rolling back of your head.

His eyes were glued to your body and face, paying attention to how your body reacted while your cumming, how you look so pretty with your eyes rolling back, he can't wait to see that exact scene but with his cock splitting your tight in half instead.

You came so much, your juices were leaking onto his lap, he licked his lips looking at how creamy your cunt was glistening as he slowly began pulling his fingers out of you. Strings of your slick connecting to your cunt and his fingers before snapping when he pulled away.

"Such a messy girl, see all the dirty mess you made princess?" he chuckled "What kind of big brother would i be if I don't help my sweet little sister clean all of this up?" He questions before he manhandles your body from his lap and places your back onto the bed.

He quickly got between your thighs, pressing both back towards you so your body could be folded, he took a moment to stare at your leaky wet cunt, the way there's cum dripping out of your entrance, leaking down to your asshole it was so messy. He dragged his tongue to your asshole before licking all the cum off it in one swipe up to your cunt, then he started lapping your entrance, making sure to clean and lick all the cum off with his tongue in the process so he could taste you, he loves eating your cunt so fucking much, the taste drives him absolutely crazy, always making him coming back for more. It was delicious.

"F-fuck!" you hiccupped "N-not so fast cho, s'much slow down please" you cried out, trying to push his head away, tugging on his hair, only to earn a groan from him while he ignored you and kept slurping on your cunt like a hungry man that just got his favorite meal for the first time in forever.

He kept swirling his tongue on your clit while his fingers are digging into the soft flesh of your thighs, eyes fixated on your lewd expressions while your loud moans and cries filled the room.

It was just too much; your legs were shaking, you tried to move yourself but couldn't because of his strong grip on your thighs. All you could do is lay there, whimpering and crying as he feasts on your poor cunt. You felt your tummy start feeling weird, everything started feeling strange, like something different was about to happen. The new sensation of your body being stimulated launching you over the edge, making you jolt and writhe.

"Oh my god! Oh my god cho! Something's coming, feel so weird fu-fuck!" you warned, panicking as you attempt to try and push his head away only for his grip around your thighs to get tighter, he starts sucking your clit, as he pushes two of his fingers into your soppy fuckhole, fingerfucking the shit out of you, it was honestly so fucking nasty, the noises that were being made, literally everything. He was acting like an actual fucking animal, groaning into your pussy while he's slurping and sucking on your clit as his thick fingers working its way in and out of your wet sloppy cunny. Your brain gets all fuzzy and blank as you released whatever it was, clear liquid gushing out of you like a fucking water hose, your back arching against the bed as you grip onto the sheets screaming, you might've even woken your parents up for fuck's sake. You squirted all over Choso's pretty face, his shirt was drenched, his fingers, everything. Yet that nasty motherfucker still kept licking up your leaking cunt, his tongue lapping up all your juices from your dripping hole then he makes his way to your asshole, circling his tongue around your puckered hole before giving it a few kitten licks, making sure that he licks up every bit of your pussy juice since it seems like a burden to him to let any go to waste. Flickering his tongue on your hole as it's fluttering and winks against the pad of it while his long fingers still slamming into your poor tired hole. It was so fucking much that you felt like passing out as you start crying and whimpering even more.

After he was 100% sure he licked your cunny and everywhere else squeaky clean and was satisfied, he pulls away from you, panting and trying to catch his breath before moving closer towards you, he picks your head up with his arms, cradling it while wiping away your pathetic tears.

"S'okay princess I got you it's okay" he allows you to catch your breath as you calm yourself down. "Did so well f'me, such a good girl, aren't you?". He cooed, planting a kiss on your forehead.

"Cho-choso what was that! What happened!??" you asked nervously. "It's nothing bad baby, don't worry about it, you did a great job".

"Gonna make you do that same shit again tomorrow but on my fucking cock got it?".

Bonus

Visual on how he was eating your cunt but he was def doing way more than that since he's such a sick desperate fucker.

[steviewashere]

Steve and Eddie being teenage boys (even in their twenties, even though they technically are no longer teenagers), a list that I've been making in my head (some of them are stupid and some of them are sweet, but this is a long list, be warned):

Steve teaching Eddie how to burp the alphabet after drinking soda. He's phenomenal at it. Like...almost disgustingly so. It ends up turning into a one up competition pretty fast after that.

Eddie who knows how to drag race and takes Steve on ridiculously fast drives down empty streets at night (when Steve's had a terrible night). He steps on the gas and goes: "Weeee!!!" as they speed. (Please don't speed. It is dangerous. But for the sake of entertaining their pea brains, this is what they do.)

Eddie and Steve who have been participating in a several month long tagging game. They slap each other on the back of shoulders as hard as they possibly can before skittering off like a little goblin.

Steve and Eddie think it's soooo fucking funny to blow up condoms like balloons when they're stoned.

Steve and Eddie who get stoned and they go shop for munchies at the local grocery store, both hysterically giggling at figuring out how to be "normal" people in public. (They are failing miserably.)

Steve who makes Eddie play basketball with him sometimes. And then he purposefully tosses the ball at Eddie rather than the basket. It devolves into wresting in the grass, heads in elbows, knuckles across scalps, kicking each other in the shins.

One time, Steve falls asleep at Eddie's on the couch. And instead of being all sweet and doting, Eddie finds a marker and draws a penis on Steve's face. He gets water poured on his head the next time he falls asleep at Steve's as payback.

Steve and Eddie comforting each other through nightmares and hardships and healing injuries, both in sort of constipated, mumbled ways. Pats to the back and leaning in close to each other, resting heads on shoulders. Passing cigarettes or beers back and forth just to pass the time, not really talking. Exchanging words afterwards like, "You're a great friend," and "You're the best person I know." Because they both need that and recognize that, even outside of the petty, childish things they do to each other.

Eddie, who understands that the pool at Steve's is a sore spot, instead of prodding them to get in, he plans out a whole water balloon fight to stave off the summer heat.

Steve, who knows that music has been a source of calm for Eddie over the years, makes sure there's always a cassette that Eddie can play in case it gets too quiet.

Eddie and Steve who shit talk each other in the arcade, beating each other's high scores if only to rile the other one up.

Steve who always checks Eddie's ID before he goes into the adult only room in Family Video. Despite knowing that Eddie is definitely over the age of eighteen. Sometimes he denies Eddie entry in front of Keith just to make him pout. (He thinks it's cute.)

Eddie and Steve watching porn together, criticizing the moans the entire time because they know for sure it's fake. And on the same note of moans, Eddie who gets a call from Wayne and Steve fake moans in the background the entire time. Steve gets a call from his parents and Eddie shouts really loud in the background for Steve to pass the joint back. They just glare at each other before getting in another tag fight throughout wherever they're at.

Eddie who goes into Family Video after Steve strikes out again. Who just walks up to the counter and starts acting like one of those girls, twirling his hair and pouting his lips and blinking his eyes, making his voice high pitched. (It gets Steve to giggle instead of pout, so Eddie calls it a win.)

Eddie guzzling an entire can of Coke and then spraying it out of his nose when Steve makes him laugh too hard. Steve's never made anybody laugh that hard.

Steve and Eddie who claim it's not gay to make their boners kiss. I mean...what? Who said that?

Steve and Eddie who play-punch a little too hard when playing punch buggy on vacation.

Speaking of vacation, Steve and Eddie going to a beach over the summer. They chase each other up and down the sand. They roll off of the sand hills. Eddie buries Steve in the sand and applies sunscreen to his face as he just accepts his fate. Steve helps Eddie make a sandcastle, a secret talent of his being how structurally sound he can build one.

Steve and Eddie playing with Legos while talking shit about Family Video customers. They toss Sour Patch Kids into each other's mouths as they talk. Sometimes hitting each other in the face purposefully.

Steve and Eddie who get drunk one night and go catch a wild possum. Robin screams at them to put it back because, "No, you dinguses, that is not a cat!"

Eddie and Steve taking care of each other on bad pain days. Trying to entertain the other with stupid jokes or shitty movies or gossip.

Eddie sharing his uncle with Steve when he finds out that Mr. and Mrs. Harrington are terrible motherfuckers. Who makes sure Steve is comfortable in his home around Wayne.

Steve conspiring with Wayne to make sure that Eddie always has the best birthday parties. Because the one thing he really held onto from his King Steve years was how to throw a small get together, and how, especially, to make it extremely awesome and memorable.

Steve who gets Eddie new albums he's been eyeing for his birthday. Ones Eddie knows he'd never be able to afford on his own, always a little sullen when he looks at the price. Steve who still has access to his dad's credit card and will max it out just for Eddie to get his fill.

Eddie makes homemade things for Steve's birthday. Cards and trinkets and drawings—things Steve's old high school buddies never considered as gifts, even though they have the most impact on Steve, even though they matter the most.

Steve and Eddie who love each other, insurmountably. Despite sometimes being major buttheads to each other.

[pinkbewwy-milk]

based on starsandskies' prompt list.

Day 3: Orgasm Control ft. Silco.

warnings: heavy dom/sub dynamics, edgind, control kink, a bit degradation, overstimulation.

You fell face-first onto the couch with a groan, your legs tense and your body shaking. Your eyes were closed and tears were beginning to trickle down your flushed cheeks. The breathing was deep and your heart was pounding so hard you could probably see the movement within your ribs.

Sitting beside you, arm outstretched with a cigar between his fingers, completely calm unlike you, was Silco. He stared down at you with little compassion, taking a drag on the cigar from time to time. He half-closed his eye and gently pushed his fingers inside you, a slow, shallow rhythm, nothing like the frenetic movement he had been maintaining a few minutes ago. You moaned, more of a cry than a sound of pleasure.

“S-Silco�� Please…”, you pleaded, feeling your body stiffen again. Fluids and lubricant dripped between your thighs, staining the velvet of the couch, which made the man growl.

“Get up before you ruin something, Prudence”, he ordered, his voice so cold that a shiver ran through you. With difficulty you bent your knees, raising your hips in the process. You left the rest of your torso on the couch, unable to force yourself to lift the weight. Silco raised an eyebrow, but decided to give you that little respite. On the other hand, however, he increased the speed and strength of his hand.

“I-I cannot t-take it any more”, you growled, clenching your teeth and feeling the orgasm approaching once again. You were so sensitive, after so much time of that endless dance, that it only took a little to put you over the edge again. “I-I beg you… I—”.

“I don’t remember giving you permission to speak”, Silco interrupted, curling his fingers and touching just that spot inside you. The squeal made him smile slightly, his own erection increasing at seeing you so weak. He extended his thumb, almost tenderly caressing your asshole, earning another whimper from you.

You didn't respond, knowing that being obedient was the best way to end your torment. You heard the man sigh, and right after that the thumb pushed inside you as well. You took a breath with difficulty, tightening your abdomen and involuntarily tensing your muscles around Silco's fingers.

“Hm? Does it take so little to make you cry? Pathetic”, he spat, his words accompanied by the smoke from the cigar. He made himself more comfortable on the couch, leaning his body to better face yours. By then his index and middle fingers were knuckle-deep in you, his thumb about to follow the same fate. Instead of moving them in and out, the man simply opened and closed them inside you, as if expanding you, stimulating from there as he knew you liked. You, now unable to even beg, could only moan and cry, your legs shaking so hard that just for a second a little worry managed to sneak into Silco's heart.

It didn't last long, still, but he supposed it was enough for him to decide it was too much. He had been doing this for almost three hours, pleasing you in every way possible but not letting you cum. The last half hour had been brutal, with Silco being so violent in his movements that your poor skin was red and sore already. He knew it was only the need to have at least one orgasm what kept you willing still, as there was no other way to explain why you hadn't got up and left already. After all, the office door was unlocked and no one but the two of you were in the bar at this time of day.

But you wanted him to give it to you. You both knew it.

“Do you want to cum, my little Prudence?”, he asked, the trap set. You were either too far gone to listen, or too lucid to open your mouth; you were still not allowed to speak, after all. Whatever it was, the space of silence (not counting the noises coming from both your mouth and Silco's movements in your pussy) pleased the man, who took the last drag of the cigar, threw what was left in the ashtray, and finally sat down on his knees. “Answer me”.

“Yes!”, you exclaimed without a second's hesitation. The velvet that had not gotten wet at the height of your sex was soaked at the height of your face, because between the sweat and the tears, which now escaped like waterfalls, a dark stain had already formed on the material. “Yes, yes! I beg you! Plea—!”.

“Tsk”, Silco silenced, and if you were going to say anything else, the scream that followed completely drowned your words. With his now free hand, the man brought it between your legs and frantically stimulated your clit. At the same time, he resumed the almost animalistic thrusts of his fingers inside you, adding a third finger to your cunt and stretching his thumb as far as it would go inside your asshole.

The sounds were vulgar, almost grotesque, and Silco lived to hear that sweet melody. You heard nothing, white noise clouding all your senses. In your mind there was only your tired pussy and the intruders who would let you, perhaps at last, reach the long-awaited orgasm. You were not allowed to move either, but your body rocked on its own accord against the man, hips bucking to help the cause.

It didn't take long. In just a couple of minutes you felt a thousand stars explode inside you, the impact of the orgasm being so strong that you stopped breathing altogether during it. Your cunt clenched around Silco's fingers, the muscles in your asshole tensing as well to completely entrap the man's hand. He stood still, obedient at last to his lover's body, watching with fascination the clear, translucent liquid that escaped in jets from that beautiful cunt. The velvet was stained in the end, anyway, as well as the cuffs of his shirt and the vest he was wearing. Some of it even ended up on the carpet.

But none of that mattered. The only thing that mattered, to you, after finally catching your breath, was feeling your body relax completely after all those hours of torture. Your legs gave out completely and you were left lying back down on the couch, breathing slowing and muscles softening again. Silco always made you feel good, but it was only after suffering so much that he made you feel this good, with such intensity and subsequent pleasure. You smiled, relieved and happy, after one of the best orgasms you had had in your time with the man.

For Silco, on the other hand, after unbuttoning his pants and letting them fall down his slim thighs, the only thing that mattered was that finally it would be his turn.

[naturesapphic]

Hi could I request a Billie x reader where Billie and reader are cooking in the kitchen and it ends with reader being bent over the kitchen counter if you get me 🤭

Dinner ruined

Billie eilish x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, fingering

A/n: y’all are some horny motherfuckers LMAO there’s another request for smut for Billie but come on where caregiver Billie or some fluff 😭 but I hope y’all still enjoy anyway

You were standing at the stove cooking you and your girlfriend Billie dinner. She was beside you cutting up some onions and tofu while you were stirring the broth for her famous vegan noodle soup. She was wearing her spaghetti strap blue tank top with a jacket on while you had cute little flowy dress on. You kept glancing at one another, your eyes being fixed on your beautiful girlfriend and her eyes have been fixed on you as well.

She finished cutting and puts them in the broth as you kept stirring and adding stuff to it. Billie went behind you and put her hands on your waist, feeling your body up and down. She moved some of your hair away from your neck and leaned down to leave some kisses. “M-mmm…fuck…b-Billie baby…what are you doing…”. You gasp out as Billie keeps leaving kisses on your exposed neck. “Mmm…nothing…you just look so pretty and cute right now….” She said as her hands glided up to your breast and started massaging them gently making you moan out in pleasure.

You tried to keep working on the food but then Billie out of no where spun you around to face her and captured your lips with hers. You both moan into the kiss and she leads you to the counter and your back hits it. She spins you around again and bends you over so your chest is squished by the counter top. Billie pulls up your dress and pulls down your panties. “Fuck. Look how wet you are babygirl. Is this all for me?” She asked and you bit your lip. “A-all for you b-bils…” you say shakily as she slaps your ass hard, the echo going through the whole house and you let out a loud moan at the pain and pleasure it gave you.

“That’s not my name.” She stated. “S-sorry mommy…”. You whimpered out and she rubs the spot she smacked you at. Billie goes down and uses her index finger and middle finger to run through your soaked folds. “So wet…”. She whispered to herself as she slides her fingers in into your pulsating hole. You let out a strangled moan and grip the edges of the counter for leverage. “Oh my gosh! M-mommy!” You moan out as Billie starts to pound into you with her fingers. “You feel so good mamas…” she whispered. Two fingers wasnt enough so she added another one. Your mouth was agape and Billie was grunting as her fingers were starting to cramp up but she just wanted to get you off ( ;) ).

She added a fourth finger and by now she was knuckles deep inside of your tight pussy. “So fucking tight. Swallowing my fingers so good baby…” she grunted and soon your eyes rolled to the back of your head while your legs were shaking as you were experiencing a hard orgasm. One that made you see stars and made you forget your name. Billie helped you through your intense orgasm and slowly pulled her fingers out of you, cum dripping out of your pussy. Billie licked her lips and stuck her four fingers in her mouth, sucking all of the cum off. You panted and slowly sat up, chest and legs sore from the orgasm and from being pressed against the counter but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

A/n: I hope this is what you wanted anon and I hope you enjoy and I hope the rest of y’all enjoy it too. Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all :)

[graysturns]

𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕? | 𝕔.𝕤.

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note: hey guys :) this should be short and sweet but i hope you like it anyways. i love soft chris! also last pic is me on my period and that’s why i wrote this + i hate rachel

warnings: none i think just me hating my coworker

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long as you dreaming bout me ain’t no problem,

i don’t got nobody, just with you right now,

11:47 pm

my phone buzzes twice, causing it to brightly light up in its spot right by my face.

“ughh, leave me alone!” i groan, tossing it to chris’ side of the bed.

“what is it baby?” chris walks into our room, shutting the door quietly and placing a water bottle on my nightstand. he sits beside me and rubs my back slowly.

“rachel from work wants me to cover her shift tomorrow. something about ACT testing.”

he raises an eyebrow at me. “isn’t that something you would request the day off for? y’know like, in advance?”

“that’s what i said.” i roll my eyes before proceeding.

“i already told her no, but she keeps insisting because i’m the only person off tomorrow.”

chris leans over to grab my phone, unlocking it and putting it on do not disturb.

“it’s about time you have a day off. they’ve been putting you on the schedule every day now.” he sighs, combing his fingers through my hair.

“i know. and today was shit.” i huff out.

“do you wanna talk about it?” chris watches me intently.

“i just don’t wanna complain too much.”

“baby, i looove hearing you complain. it’s like, my favorite part of every day.” he taunts.

“only if you insist,” i sit up and smile cheekily at him.

he repositions himself so he sits across from me, pulling his knees up under his chin.

“talk to me sweetheart,” he grabs my hand, kissing my knuckles.

“so i clock in, and right away i’m being told to get on the espresso machine. my manager was supposed to work alongside me but she kept getting pulled away for manager things so i was doing both positions at our station, which is fine, but during a rush it can be a lot.” i start to ramble.

“and the second she gets back, i get the feeling that i started my period! and i completely forgot about it because i’ve been so busy, so i didn’t have any tampons on me,” i continue.

chris drops my hand and reaches into his hoodie pocket, revealing a bottle of pamprin.

“i actually got the notification earlier from your period app, so i brought these upstairs.” he smiles to himself, opening the bottle and shaking a couple tablets out on my palm.

“chris, thank you!” i exclaim, popping them in my mouth and taking a sip of the water.

“of course babe, i got you.” he pokes my stomach.

“so what else happened?” he asks me.

“well after that it slowed down a little. but the whole coffee shop was a mess after the rush and since we were closing, we had to deep clean everything. i’m just so sore and i want to die,”

“i get it, babe. did you shower yet?”

“the second i got home. fucking rachel spilled a pitcher of cold brew on my thigh and i was so sticky.”

he nods with a slight smile, moving his body up against the headboard.

he laid back in his spot and motioned me over to lay on his chest.

“fucking rachel.” he tsks while rubbing my back.

“why do you hate her so much anyways?” he drops his head to look at me.

“well, do you remember that one day you came through the drive through right before my shift ended? you were picking me up and decided to get a drink.”

he thinks for a moment, “mhm?”

“well she was working the window, and she came to tell us all there was a hot guy outside. basically telling the girls to come look,”

“yeah i remember a few girls came by, pretending to stock cups or something. that’s rachel?”

my lips drew a tight line.

“remember how she had you pull into a parking spot, saying they’d bring the drink out to you?”

“mhm?” he asks again.

“well, she decided to write her number down on a slip of paper and hoped to give it to you on her way out, along with your coffee. i left before her, so while i was getting settled in the car, she was walking up to you trying to rizz you up.”

his mouth forms an ‘o’.

“what a sneaky bitch!” he chuckles.

i roll my eyes at him.

“chris it’s not funny. my coworker wants to fuck you.”

“well it’s never gonna happen, sweetheart. she’s insane if she thinks that.”

i mess with the drawstring on his hoodie, picking at the plastic end.

“it’s just frustrating. she’s been doing little things to mess with me, since the moment she saw us together in your car. like today with the cold brew, that was fully on purpose.”

he sighs, patting the back of my head. “why don’t you just quit? you don’t need to work.”

“chris, you can’t pay for everything,” i sigh, dropping the thin rope.

“i actually can. besides, i’d much rather have you here at home, happy and free to do what you want with all that extra time.”

i smile up at him, lightly running my nails across his stubble.

“you’re too sweet to me, but i can’t let you financially support me chris. we aren’t even married.”

this time, he rolls his eyes at me.

“so what? we already live together. you’re my shawty or whatever the kids say,” he laughs, picking up a strand of my hair, tickling my nose with the end.

“the kids in 2009, and don’t say that ever again, chris.” i snort.

“no but seriously. i know how much you hate this job. and fucking rachel.” he smirks.

“i’ll apply to a few different places in the morning. and we’ll go from there.”

“no, y/n.” he grabs my hand, holding it between us.

“it’s making you miserable, you can quit now and i’ll hold things down until you find something else.”

“chris, i already told you, it’s not fair to you. you’re not my husband, and you don’t need to provide for me.”

he looks to the ceiling for a moment, pondering.

chris faces me again, grabbing hold of my cheeks. “wanna get married?”

“married? chris i-i’d marry you in an instant but not for this reason. you can’t be-“

he pulls away from me and leans over his side of the bed, digging through his nightstand.

turning to face me, he opens his fist to reveal a ring.

what the hell? i sit up quickly.

“y/n.” he holds the ring up.

“i’ve been wanting to do this for a while. i know my timing may not be ideal, but i hate the fact that i’m not your husband, and i hate the fact that you won’t let me take care of you. married or not, i’m always going to be here to take care of you, to help you, to love on you, especially when you’re having a day like today.” chris takes my hands in his, holding the ring on his fingertip.

“..but i’d really rather be married to you and do all those things.”

“chris, you don’t mean..” i begin.

“don��t act all surprised now.” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“you know i love you, we’ve talked about getting married someday. i think we should just do it sooner than later.”

“chris, i don’t know what to say. i want to marry you, i just don’t think it should be because i hate my job.”

“it’s not because of that. i’ve been planning this, if i wasn’t then there wouldn’t be a ring here. what do you think?”

“holy fuck, chris.” i take his hand and open it, placing my left one in his palm.

“let’s get married.” i smile up at him.

he slides the ring on and tackles me into a hug, causing us both to fall backwards on the bed.

“i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you!” he chants while peppering kisses all over my face.

short, sweet kisses turn into a long, heated make out that gets interrupted by three dings from my phone.

“did you not see me turn your phone on do not disturb?” chris huffs out.

“i swear to god if it’s rachel..” i pause, leaning over to pick up my phone.

“she did that ‘notify anyway’ thing. she’s insisting i cover for her tomorrow.”

my phone starts to buzz in my hand, causing chris’s head to snap in its direction.

“absolutely not!” he grabs the phone and clicks it off, throwing it on the other side of the bed.

“fucking rachel. someone needs to punch her in her throat.” he says jokingly.

“h-hello?” a small voice escapes my phone.

“shit, chris i thought you declined the call!” i lunge for the device, end the call and turn the phone off.

“do you think she heard me?” he asks, wide eyed, with a smile tugging on the corners of his lips.

“i don’t care, i’m quitting that job anyways. i have a husband now.’ i beam at him, waving my hand in his face.

“hell yeah you do!” he places his hands on my waist and brings me back down to him.

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hope u liked it 🤍 also this is dedicated to rachel i hate u please quit so i don’t have to! just kidding that’s mean! (i’m not)

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[sweetyluvs]

omgg ellie catching you staring at her fingers and then stuffing them in you when you get home!!

i adore this thought and i adore you.

it was hard for you to not look at Ellie’s hands.

her long, boney fingers moving so.. quickly— yet, softly. caressing what they touch, her middle and ring fingers seemed to have been paired together since birth, the dirty thoughts of those two fingers pumping in and out of you flooded your mind as your eyes watched her eat, bringing the fork to her mouth— her lips coating the utensil in a way that had you feeling.. something.

you couldn’t help but shamelessly stare, basically drooling at the reminiscence of her finger-fucking you dumb. and it seemed ellie had noticed— because, now you lay on your bed, moaning and whimpering her name while she traces her long fingers around the sopping hole of your pussy.

“what do you want, pretty? use your words, remember.” ellie said, watching her ghosts over your clit, fingers slipping through your wet folds but refusing to give you pleasure. You were too shy to speak, face red and flushed. she noticed this, clicking her tongue. “i wont give you anything until you say exactly what you fucking want.” her words had you humping the air. her deep, raspy voice sending you more into a pit than you already were in. “ngh… ellie, i…” you couldn’t dare to finish your words, her green eyes now piercing yours. “what?” she snapped, her free hand holding your thigh in a bruising grip. “what do you want? We both know. i saw you staring at my hand like a fucking bitch.” she shamed, your pussy going crazy. “just fuckin’ say it, babe.”

you moaned at her harsh language, finally giving in. “i.. i want you to fuck me.” you said shyly, avoiding eye contact hence missing the satisfactory grin on her lips. “how?”

“i want you to… finger fuck me, el.” a small whine leaving your mouth after you spoke, her grin turning into a dirty smirk. “good.. finally using your damn words,” she huffed, eyes looking down to your exposed breasts, tits moving with the heaving of your chest. you didn’t even have time to register what exactly was happening because before you knew it, ellie had shoved two fingers inside you— finding your spot in a matter of milliseconds. you didn’t even have time to moan, only a soft, pathetic whimper leaving your sore lips. Ellie pumped in and out of you, watching her fingers quickly coat in your juices, she sore she could cum herself at the sight.

“Fuck. I’ve barley even touched you and my hand is soaking.” she grunted out, her finger jamming the spot inside you so good tears began to well in your eyes. “and don’t forget i fuckin saw you staring at my hands like the slut you are.” she bit out, her hand grabbing your thigh partially hard. you let out a small cry “m’ sorry, els.. i.. i just—ngh!” you threw your head back, the action causing your hips to jerk up and small, laced skirt to fall off your hips and cover ellie’s hand, making it so she couldn’t see what she was doing. “fuck. making me go in blind now, huh? lets see if you like it than.” her pace sped up, thumb finding your clit and harshly pressing on it— with the movements of her fingers inside you, her thumb went along with her hand, hitting the angle just right. you moaned, face so hot you would burn to the touch— knuckles white from holding on so tight. “feels s’ good, els— i.. ahh..” you were now shamelessly watching the muscle of her arm flex as she finger fucked your hole, the movements having something stir inside you. Ellie felt your cunt suck in her fingers desperately, your breaths shallowing, yet becoming deeper, the tremor in your thighs— she knew that all too well. “whore. are you already gonna cum? we j’ fuckin started.” she barley managed to grit out, your soft walls around her fingers driving her crazy. you shut your eyes, her fingers slamming into you so fast your orgasm slammed you like a train— a loud, high pitched moan echoed in the room, the wet sounds of ellie inside and outside of you followed up with you, causing your release to hit harder. you heard ellie grunt, the sound was something you enjoyed a little too much. “was that enough, you dumb whore?” you nodded, breathing harshly. She pulled her fingers from inside you, watching with lustful eyes at how your cum stuck to them. she moved her fingers, stretching the transparent goo. she shifted her eyes back to you, your tits out, back arched, face red and tear stained eyes. Fuck. she wasn’t done with you.

[phone4pills]

CAN’T GET ENOUGH sub!Matt x softdom!Reader

sub!Matt, softdom!Reader, p in v, overstimulation, cowboy (how ironic considering the new vid), requested by anon

“Y/nnnn, fuck!” Matt clung onto your waist, knuckles turning white as he struggled to keep his eyes on you. His cock pulsed inside your walls, bathing in the lubricant of his own cum. He thought after the first two, you’d stop- give him a break, but you kept riding, pleasing the boy through his pain.

Your black skirt had rolled up to your hips, panties forced to the side to give Matt a view of your pussy, despite his inability to keep his eyes open. Drool hung from his bruised lips that were stained with the redness of your lipstick. You basked in the sight, knowing the boy beneath you was enjoying every second of what you were gifting him. Even if there were tears on his cheeks, even if his legs were shaking and his biceps were contracting as he held onto you, attempting to slow you down.

“C’mon Matty, can you be strong f’me? Hm? Let me make you feel good?” Your voice was low, seductive. He choked out a moan before nodding his head. “Use your words, Matt. Tell me what you want. Tell me how it feels.”

His head fell back against the headboard, hitting the wood with a deep knock. “I can’t get enough… m-more please- more…” Matt rambled through his heavy, breathless pants, eliciting a smirk from you. Your hands pinned him down by the chest as you bounced up and down his cock at a relentless pace. Loud, pathetic whimpers echoed through the room. Your name repelled off every white wall, flying back into his ears, leaving the thought of you being the only one on his mind. And he loved it.

His nails dug into your lower back, causing you to grunt. His hands were becoming ever so quickly tighter and tighter around you. You could tell that his body was reacting to the overstimulation, trying to hold you back. You grabbed his hands, pinning them down on the bed next to him. His wrists flexed, trying to get free from your grip. “‘m sorry- I can take it.” His broken words sounded from beneath you.

You wanted to reward him, to show him he was being good. Connecting your lips with his, you gave him a taste of you before moving your kisses down to his neck, sucking and nibbling lovingly. “You’re doing such a good job for me. I’m so proud of you.” Matt’s head angled itself upwards to expose his neck more, giving you more room to leave your mark on his skin.

It was when you bit down on his sweet spot that Matt saw real stars. They spun around his vision, blurring out the dimly lit assets of the room. He felt his balls tighten as his tip began to hurt in the best way possible. “I’m gonna- I- shittt…”

He came undone inside of you once more, hands fisting under your grip, rutting his hips upwards subconsciously. You held them, interlocking your fingers as he moaned and wailed. You shushed him sweetly before finishing yourself and slowing to a halt.

You lifted yourself off him gently, apologising when he hissed due to sensitivity. “I’ll be back okay? I’m gonna clean you up.” Matt nodded, trying to bring his breaths to a stable rate again.

When you got back from the bathroom, you had a warm towel and some sweatpants for him. You had changed into some underwear and one of his shirts. You began to wipe the juices off him with a light hand. He closed his eyes, humming satisfactorily.

After cleaning him off, you helped him put on his pants and the both of you got in bed, he lay on top of you, burying his head in the tranquil warmth of the crook of your neck as the duvet enveloped you both. You ran your fingers through his slightly damp curls. “Is it too sore?”

He shook his head, kissing your collarbone. “Thank you for tonight. I love you.” He whispered before sighing, and within minutes he was fast asleep. So were you.

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[your-local-baguette]

Giving the blue lock boys a massage p.2 ...♡

Part 1

Warnings: may be a little explicit, minor spoilers for the neo egoist league, mainly fluff, not proofread!

Alexis Ness

In his mind, the feeling of your hand massaging the pain away was a dream. If only he knew it would come true. He eyes were tightly closed as he felt your weight on his thighs while you massaged the back of his shoulder. Feeling your thumbs press into his weak spot, a barely audible whine escaped his lips, a blush crept on his face as he hugged the pillow his head was resting on. He had taken his shirt off to make your job easier, revealing his back. His muscle were pretty visible, resulting in you teasing him every so often. He could fall asleep to the feeling of your hands on his back, a light hum could be heard when he felt your knuckles press on the sore muscles. "Gosh.., should've told me earlier you could do this" you smirked at his words, leaning close to his ear "enjoying yourself ?" His face reddened at your teasing, but it deepened when your hands caressed his back only to go back up to the base of his neck. A satisfied sight escaped his lips "i'm going to fall asleep at this rate" your knuckles rolled at the base of his neck "you can, if you want to...sweetheart~" he looked at you through his curly bangs"you can't talk to me with that tone and expect me not to react.." alexis said with a low voice. But in a swift move, it you under him, trapped between his arms. You caressed his cheek, leaning in to give him a gentle kiss. He happily kissed back, when you both parted he gave you a small smile"cuddle night?" You nodded with a gentle smile of you own.

Nagi seishiro

This big baby would straight up fall asleep on you, although he's much heavier and taller but, not like you minded. But he'd fall asleep to your gentle touch, on his shoulders to his bicep, nagi quote; the pain is such a hassle

You sighted and installed him between your legs, softly pressing into his biceps to ease the pain and also to stop hearing his complaining. The feeling of your hands Almost sets him off into a deep slumber. I feel likes he loves it just because it's an excuse not to go to his training. Sometimes you'd massage his wrists, feeling him tense pretty much everywhere from his shoulders to the tip of his fingers. Nagi muscle were well built, sometimes giving you a hard time when he clenched them in his sleep. But when he woke up he was always grateful although his tired expression. This boy loves you more than anything, he'd probably let you do anything to him. If he was awake when you massaged him, he'd probably hum a lot, but yea, he's not really difficult.

"i love when press your thumbs in my shoulders, the pain is such a hassle" your boyfriend said with a slight pout in his voice. You'd chuckled at his complaining, it made you happy to take care of him, he was also very sweet.

Bachira meguru

"you would massage me ?!" He jumped on top of you, a huge smile attached to his face. He hugged you tight, moving you around because of how happy he was "well, where does it hurt?" You asked him"everywhere!" He said, honestly he probably wasn't in much pain, sometimes being dramatic but you'd play along. When he finally settled down, telling you to massage his back, accompanied with a pretty please. He'd be humming a song while you'd be sitting on his side since he wouldn't stop moving his legs around. He'd look st you with a smile, enjoying himself when he felt your knuckles roll over his sore muscles and your palms pressing in his back. "Ahh~, you're very good at this y/n" nyou looked at him with a smile " thank you meguru" his cheeks reddened at the sound of his first name. A few hums here and there but with his energy it was sometimes hard to keep him still. Although, not even 15 minutes in, he was fast asleep. He mumbled some stuff in his sleep but he stopped moving around, allowing you to massage him with more focus. When you felt his muscles had enough stimulate, you would trace some random stuff on his back, such has i love you, darling or even drawings.

If only you knew he woke up mid-way through your tracing, he smiled to himself. Enjoying the soft ticklish feelings of your fingers on his back.

Isagi yoichi

"what? No really i'm fine and i'm sure you've got some more important things to do-"

...

"mhmm!~ gosh you really know the s-spots~"

He was almost moaning under your touch, feeling your palms pressing deeply in his upper back, his brows furrowed upwards and lips parted slightly. Oh how he loved every second of this "you can press harder than that" isagi said, completely at your mercy, you pressed harder, a slight whine escaping his lips, he was a sucker for your touch and hell this was awesome. He turned his head to the side, eyeing your focused expression, "geez what did your team master do ?" Isagi looked at you through his wet bangs that was sticking to his face, his eyes half opened, giving gim a quite attractive look. Even more than he usually was "just trained really hard today, just a little lower- r-right there!" He had a mix of a tired and pleased expression, he let out a sight of relief." This is really good, like really good" he said with a chuckle. You smiled at his praise, pressing your thumbs in his skin, causing a slight reaction out of him"mhmm!~" he smiled at you"now you're just teasing!" You snickered and looked right in his eyes "i don't know what you're talking about" he laughed along with you, he started leaning more into the pillow, fully closing his eyes, relaxing his body even more, if that was possible. Letting you handle his back pain, he had a smile attached to his lips.

...

Considering it had been an hour, now you were getting kinda tired, you lated next to him, he opened an eye to look at you, his gaze was lovesick. He turned to lay on his back, inviting you to sleep on his bare chest...

I think you guys can see the favoritism lol!

Anyway, the vote was pretty tight, but hope you enjoyed. I'm a Ness and Isagi enjoyer lol. Anyway, hope that fed your hunger for these bllk boys. I might start taking request for blue lock again. But i'm not gonna rush to dry out all my motivation for this.

Love you guys!

[solbaby7]

Sharing the Wealth

pairing: cassian x reader

part 5 to the shy!reader massage series

warnings: swearing, sexual themes, minors DNI, possible typos, pure self-indulgence

summary: The Lord of Bloodshed begs for the relaxation that only comes at your hands—while the High Lord watches.

[ previous part ]

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"Don't worry, it's not mine," The first words Cassian speaks when trying to sneakily slide through the crack in your door. His hair hangs at his shoulders, swords sleuthed between his wings and you're walking over without further explanation.

He melts like butter under your touch, allowing nimble fingers to make quick work of undoing leather holsters; relieving him of all switchblades, daggers, and throwing knives. They're all lined up neatly on the little table in the middle of the room otherwise occupied by books and journals filled to the brim with your girly handwriting; letters loopy and dotted with hearts. "Who's is it?"

“You don’t want to know,” He reaches out a hand to poke your nose but stops himself, golden gaze catching on the split knuckles, dried blood crusting over sun-kissed skin and Cassian indulges in the way you dote on him. Soft tuts of your tongue, gentle hands that guide him to the couch and he’s tugging his shirt off when you disappear to the bathroom to gather supplies.

He’s got his feet propped up against the table when you get back and he chuckles at the hands at swat at them, nose scrunched up in disgust when you huff at him to at least take off his shoes first. “Sorry Angel,” You end up doing it for him and Cass takes the time to admire you on your knees for him—even if you were wearing the High Lords colors. A pretty purple, satin fabric that’s cool against your skin and the General can tell that you aren’t wearing any underwear underneath.

Cassian nearly groans at the discovery; grateful for you brushing it off as such soreness when you help ease the boots off, then his socks. “Lay down for me.”

“What? You aren’t going to help me take the pants off too?”

You scoff at him, hands swatting at his leg but he'd say it again to see the blush that fans across your cheeks. He'd say it twice more in a different language when you push him to lay down on his stomach a little more aggressive than usual; a pleasant change from the doe eyes and polite words.

Always such a lady and Cassian itched to corrupt such innocence.

"Glad to see whatever happened earlier didn't do any damage to your personality." He's acutely aware of the way you sit on his thighs, the warmth of your sex ebbing through his pants and his hands clench at his sides.

"Nope, just my back." Cass snorts, the beginnings of a sexual innuendo morphing into a drawn out groan when oil slicked hands dig deliciously into the thick muscle between his shoulders. Some spots are worse than others and your fingers loosen their grip around two bruises you find but his healing already had the edges going yellow. "You know,” He shifts under you, body jolting a little and he can feel the way you adjust your nightgown to cover more of the skin he’s dying to get his fill of. “I’ve bedded many women and none of them have ever had hands quite like yours."

A furious blush burns and the Lord of Bloodshed actually grinds his hips into the couch when you playfully tug at his hair—a habit you’d picked up on with Rhys and you don’t notice how it’s affected the man beneath you until even your fingers can’t sooth the tension in his back. “Are you implying that you’re trying to bed me?”

He doesn’t answer; it’s unusual for him to be at a loss for words and you nearly stop your ministrations until you hear the throaty groan that fills the room when your thumbs apply pressure on both sides of his spine, kneading slow circles until the knots of tension released. The oils you use this time smell different than he ones Cass are used to and briefly he thinks of Rhys—who’d been so selfish with you, stealing you away and shooing off Azriel and Cassian when they grumbled about never getting to see you anymore. Maybe these new oils were of his doing—his preference and as if he’s been summoned, the High Lord enters your room as if it’s his own. “Already occupied, bunny?” A pout settles on full lips and you let out a yelp when Cass pinches at your calf, urging you to continue.

“She is,” The brawny Illyrian is quick to insist, raising his upper body up on his elbows and a deep groan vibrates through his chest as he falls victim to your touch. “—and don’t even think about making her stop because I just got her.”

Rhysand only hums, violet irises filled with amusement as he watched you and your slick hands rubbing against skin that wasn’t his own. He makes no move to stop you, undoing a few buttons in his shirt and leaning over to untie polished shoes before settling into the softness of your sheets. It shouldn’t be so arousing, watching you be so caring to his brother; murmuring soothing words and urging him to just breathe when you got to the sore spots at the base of his wings and Rhys gets what you mean now—Cassian was vocal when your hands would run over the right spots.

He shifts deeper into the mattress, back propped up by your mountain of pillows and both arms rest behind his head; the picture of balanced arrogance. Cass makes a noise, gruff and deep, a large hand reaching back to rub at your leg. “Yeah angel, right there.” A charming smile begins to etch its way in the corner of pretty lips when Rhysand sees the blush fanning over your cheeks and as if he’s called your name out loud, your head pops up to meet his stare.

“What are you thinking about, bunny?”

The smooth voice seems to caress at your mind, flowing softly through one ear and lingering around until your rhythm faltered slightly at Cass’ shoulders. “I think I know a few people who’d be willing to come by the house to help do this for you when I’m not around,” You answer instinctively, the words directed towards the man beneath you rather than the one who’d asked in the first place and Cassian goes rigid. The High Lord only watches as you run your hands through the General’s hair, fingertips working away whatever questions he’d started overthinking about. “I’m happy to help; I only mean I’m not around as often as before and it’s not good for your body to have so many knots.”

“That’s really sweet of you,” You’re not surprised when Cass manhandles you a bit, brawny body adjusting on the couch and he sets you down so you’re straddling him, peering down with flushed cheeks and clenched thighs; unbearably aware of the compromising position and lack of clothing but he seems none the wiser. “I prefer yours though,” Cassian grabs your wrists for emphasis, touch gentle but firm when he guides your hands to his chest and settles with his eyes closed. “—and I wouldn’t have so many knots if my brother would just learn how to share.”

“Can you blame me? Look at her.”

“Trust me, I am.” His eyes weren’t even open but they didn’t need to be with the way he’d memorized the parts of you he had seen; the rest always covered in some cute cut of cloth in a varying shade of the High Lords colors—a not so subtle claiming of who you really belonged to at the end of the day.

Rhysand shifts a little, one leg crossing over the other and a smirk grows across handsome features. “Yeah? What do you say, bunny? Want to give my brother something pretty to stare at?”

Your brows raise, hands stilling as if it were some trap that you were walking into but nothing but lust lingered in violet irises. Rhys gives a comforting smile, one meant for only you and him as he mentally questions if it’s something you wanted at all. “Are you sure?”

“I trust you.” Golden light casts over his form, like a glowing god gracing mere mortals with his presence. Hard muscle tenses beneath you and you don’t even have to look down to know Rhys was in Cassian’s head; setting down ground rules and offering up as much as you were willing to give. “Both of you.”

The confirmation is all it takes for you to do as asked, obeying Rhysand’s command without a shadow of a doubt because he’d never once led you the wrong way before. Warm palms mold over your thighs as dainty fingers curl under the hem of your nightgown and Cassian’s gaze burns into the skin you expose as you lift it higher and higher and higher until it’s nothing but a satiny heap on the rug.

You squirm under the attention, the two sets of eyes trailing up and down the length of your body and Cass can’t restrain the gruff noise that escapes when you attempt to continue about the massage as if nothing was happening. “Wanted to thank you,” Slick hands glide over just chest, down his abdomen and the Commander of the Night Courts armies is reduced to an eager male bucking his hips for friction, utterly transfixed with the growing wet patch on the front of his leathers. You shush him gently, channeling your cocky High Lord and his hellish tactics when you settle Cass like a whiny child. “—for protecting me that night.”

Cassian swears your talking, he can see your lips moving but his brain can’t seem to grasp the words—hypnotized by the shape of you illuminated in such a sultry glow, doe eyes seeming to go hazy, dark pupils dilating when you walk two fingers down the fine smattering of hair that trailed beneath his bellybutton. A nail hooks in the tie of his leathers, a brow raised and a perfectly sweet smile sent his way. “Will you let me?” Hundreds of dreams playing out a million different ways this scenario could take place and he’s too caught up in choosing where to put his mouth first to even realize you’re expecting an answer. You pull your hand back, giving room for him to say no. “Cassie?”

“He’s fine, bunny,” Rhys all but purrs from his place in bed, watching with an amused smirk, a knowing look resting in violet irises. “You’re just too beautiful—give him a chance to catch his breath.”

A little degrading. Definitely sobering and the masculine rumble of Cassian’s grunt at the words has Rhysand giddy to continue pushing his buttons until he finally snapped. “Sorry sweetheart,” Cass recovers quickly, reinforcing his mental shields to keep the chuckling High Lord from distracting him from you—above him. Naked. “Anything you want.” Your bottom lip is caught between your teeth, a sheepish glance at Rhys and Cass seems to catch on that there’s an underlying conversation happening that he’s not involved in. “What?”

“He said anything, bunny.” Cassian feels the tremble of your fingers at Rhysand’s teasing taunt, catches the faint blush that fans across your cheeks and the feminine smell of your arousal steadily thickens in the room. “Why not act out some of those little fantasies you told me about, hm?”

Always the instigator.

“Yeah,” Cassian’s growing confidence is palpable and he prays to the Mother above that neither of you scent the desperation—the relief that the want he felt was reciprocated. He’s more sure when he touches now, strong hands memorizing your soft curves and heavy breasts, knuckles grazing the line of your jaw as a calloused thumb stroked along your cheek. “Share the wealth, I’ve earned it.”

You melt at his words, nodding like some blubbering virgin but his hands were fucking everywhere and your bold streak subsides when Cass tweaks at pert nipples. Chuckling softly to himself when you whine, back arching and cunt digging harder into his clothed cock.

Even through the fabric you knew he was big. Big enough to have your nails scraping at his back and mouth watering from how fucking deep you knew he’d be able to go. Goosebumps rise at the mere thought of being subjected to nothing more than a cock sleeve for the mountain of a male and Cassian feeds off the way you melt into him. “Want you to fuck my mouth.”

Twin moans fill the room and you’re already shimmying your way down his thighs, ass perked up in the air and a pink tongue darts out to wet your lips as you undo the bindings of his pants. “Fuck,” The curse drawls out, inky hair splayed messily at his shoulders as he pries golden eyes open to watch the kisses you press into the cut lines of his abdomen. More slow presses of your mouth down the ‘V’ of his hips and when his thick cock springs free, Cass sighs with relief. “Such a filthy mouth for such a pretty girl.”

Too caught up in the throbbing length before you, there’s no time to notice the High Lord is no longer in your bed but behind you now. Greedy hands spread you open and it’s slightly embarrassing how fucking wet you sound. “Don’t mind me,” You can feel his breath between your thighs, cunt clenching over nothing as you lean forward and take Cass into your mouth.

“Fuck yes,” It comes out no more than a strained hiss, hands gathering you hair into a makeshift ponytail and his stomach fucking clenches when you pull back up only enough to messily offer more spit. It drips down the length of his cock, your lips chase the dribble and after he’d halfway inside you drop your hands and peer up at him. “I don’t know, sweetheart.” Cassian hesitated. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

Before you can say, he won’t; that you’d like it more than anything—Rhysand takes control of the situation, slipping past the crumbling defenses of his brothers mind and takes the reign for a moment. Long enough for Cassian’s hands to bunch tighter in your hair and buck the rest of his length down your throat. “She can take it.”

You moan pathetically in agreement to Rhysand’s words, eyes fluttering shut as you relinquished control and allowed Cass to have his fill. He’s holding back still, that much you can tell but you accept what he gives. Tongue swirling and cheeks hollowing when suckling harder, thin streams of tears curl down the curve of your cheeks from the strain but the contentment you feel from his pleasured grunts is enough to keep going. “That’s it,” He praises, thumb wiping away salty tears. “Taking me so well. So fucking good.” Two fingers push into your sopping hole and Cassian can’t hold back the particularly harsh thrust that has you gagging around him, a strangled moan following the more Rhys teased you with skilled fingers. “Gods. Fuck—do that again.”

Rhysand’s fingers curl inside, rubbing against a spot so sensitive it makes your body jolt forward, completely cutting off your airway with the thick cock abusing your throat. “Can feel you clenching around my fingers, bunny. You close?” You try to answer but nothing comes out, throat clamping down nearly as tight as you cunt and Cassian’s done for; spilling in your mouth between gravelly compliments and breathy groans. “Such a good girl.” The High Lords fingers don’t relent their steady pace between soaked folds and Cassian simply admires the way you look, chin slick with spit that drip drops down your chest. Swollen lips and damp lashes framing a gaze so fucked out it makes his cock twitch just thinking about being the reason you looked like that—all fucking night.

Rhysand sends his brother a sinister grin but his words aren’t directed towards him. “Now, turn around and let him clean up your mess.”

[thesassypadawan]

Attachment (Qimir x FemKnightReader)

Summary:  After suffering defeat at the hands of ‘The Stranger’ you find yourself being held hostage.  Despite your strong will and loyalty to the order, you end up succumbing to his rugged good looks and your own urges.  Engaged in certain acts, forming the type of attachment that could result in your banishment…the beginning of a new life.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because all the lovely smut.  Rough smex, fun from behind, multiple orgasms, hint of a breeding kink, and…Qimir’s big, thick dick.

Notes: Happy Sithtember all you, lovelies! ❤️🖤 (You, lovelies, can thank and blame @everydaydreamer for this 😂)

- Hips wiggle, tremble as you struggle to not collapse…  Pussy fluttering, spasming around nothing…  Breaths ragged, strained…  “P-please, I need to…need you t-to…”

- “How the mighty have fallen.”  Calloused hand grips your side hard, fingers sinking into your pillowy flesh.  Length slipping between your soaked, puffy folds; rocking slowly back and forth.  Tip occasionally catching your clit…sending you closer to the peak of another orgasm.  “If only your fellow jedi could see you now.”

- Leaning forward, he nips your neck.  Stubble scratching gently, tongue lapping at the new marks that begin to blossom.  “Wanting to cum again so badly, begging me to not stop.”  While he toys, tugs…rolls your sore nipples.  “Until you can’t take it anymore, until you’re lying limp beneath me.”

- ‘The stranger’s’ words shot straight to your aching core.  Walls clench, clamp in response.  Pitiful whines fall from your swollen lips.  “Yes…maker, yes…”  As slick trickles down your leg, coats his thick length.  “…yes!”

- “That’s it, little one,” he coos.  Hoarse voice reverberating, rumbling against your back.  Causing aftershocks to wrack through your weakened body.  “Let it all out…let those last shreds of dignity just fade away.”

- Lining himself up; his fat tip presses, prods.  Lips ghost over the shell of your ear.  “It’ll make it easier for me to ruin you…”  Phantom presence brushes, swirls around your neglected nub.   “…mold you how I like.”

- With the snap of his hips, he slams into you.  Burying himself to the hilt, he growls low in approval when you cry out.  Fists grasping at the stained sheets, knuckles turning white.  Pussy aching from the burning stretch…from being forced to take ever last thick inch.  “Ba-bastard!”

- “To some…yes…”  Setting a fast pace, knocking the air from your lungs.  Thrusting brutally, violently.  Angling his cock in a way where he hits, bullies your cervix with each strong stroke.  “To you…I will be much MUCH more…”

- Pinching your pert buds, giving both breasts a solid slap.  His hand comes to rest on the nape of your neck.  “Your downfall…”   Pressing you into the mattress; holding, keeping you still.  “Your savior…”

- He was on top , inside, all around you.  Driving so hard, bruising the tender flesh of your bottom.  “Your master…”  Trying to rip, drag that fourth orgasm out of you.  Making you a slave to your own pleasure.  “Your lover…”

- Qimir…’  That word grazes, echoes clearly in your mind.  Even as you feel yourself shaking, teetering on the edge.  The coil in your stomach winding unbearably tight.  And you can barely function, yet you still manage to moan it softly into the pillows.  “Q-Qimir…”

- Fingers lace through, yanking sharply on your hair.  “Say it again…louder…”  Pulling you back, plunging himself impossibly deeper.  Grinding against the spot that has your vision fading, whiting out; muscles tensing.  “I want to hear you scream my name when I finally break you…”

- Sinking his teeth into your shoulder, you went spiraling.  Clamping down around him, arms giving out from beneath you.  Tears flowing freely, his name torn from your throat… “QIMIR!!!”

- Peppering you with featherlight kisses, pumping slowly in and out.  “Good girl…”  Working you through the waves of ecstasy; pulsing, filling you up with his hot cum.  “Did so well for me, took everything I gave…”

- Invisible digits cup, caresses your stomach gently.  “Now you’ll be forced to stay here with me…let me keep you and this one safe.  Because your precious order will most certainly no take you back.” Ragged moans, mixing with your broken sobs.  “ After all attachment is forbidden…especially when it’s to a sith.”

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Javier Peña & Joel Miller Headcanons

a smutty edition<3

warnings: rough sex/smut (fem penetration, oral (both receiving), fingering) so 18+ only content; fem!afab!reader; dbf!Joel Miller; step!dad Joel Miller (so step-cest [I’m sorry]); implied age gap; choking; spanking; smoking (and probably more—this is just pure filth, read at your own risk).

TYSM for 500 followers!! In honour of that, enjoy some slightly depraved Joel Miller & Javier Peña headcanons based on requests yall have sent me<33333

PS: DBJAG part 3 coming to YOUR dash, real soon! Read part 1 here & part 2 here!

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Javi laying his steady hands against the soft, inner skin of your thighs, spreading your shaking legs wide open for him and letting out a sinful groan. He’d never seen anything so perfect as the sight of your aching cunt dribbling down onto your cluttered desk. His practiced tongue draws long, breathy exhalations from your lips. Keep quiet while I taste you, querida. Skirt bunching around your waist, underwear shoved in his back pocket, your knuckles turn white on the hardwood edge of the table as you listen for footsteps, voices, the distant ring of a telephone.

“Be a good girl and keep watch for me—or d’you want everyone in the office to know just how needy this pussy is?

Dad’s best friend, Joel Miller, fucking you dumb from behind in a dark, deserted alleyway, muffling your cries with a calloused hand over your mouth. His fingernails dig mercilessly into the skin under your cheekbones—Joel loves watching the combined effect of his cock and his suffocating palm on your big, drunken eyes, sending them rollin’, straight up to the skies. He laughs when you squirm against his hips, responding to every desperate moan you breathe against his skin with a lazy, harsh slap to your ass.

“Always wanted to send you back to your old man with my cum drippin’ down your thighs”

It’s your first month at the new job—after graduating college, you thought the possibility of being hazed was behind you. That is…until you get assigned a seat next to Javier Peña at a work dinner, feeling a rough hand slide up your leg and long, dexterous fingers ease your underwear to the side, teasing your aching clit all night long. He engages you in small talk with your boss—the weather and politics—speaking nonchalantly as his middle and fourth fingers pump in and out of your pulsing cunt.

“Words a little hard tonight, sweetheart? Or something else getting you tongue-tied?”

Joel’s massive hands on either side of your head as he facefucks you selfishly, tears running down your puffy cheeks while you near-suffocate on his thick length. Open wide before you swallow, baby—show me how my cum looks on your lil’ tongue. Grabbing at his forearms and staring into his dark, hungry eyes, dazedly wondering how you’ll manage to hide the bruises on your knees in the coming weeks. Dragging a thick thumb under your eye, he drinks in the sight of your tear-soaked face.

“That’s right,” an approving groan. “Knew that pretty lil’ mouth was good for somethin’ other than whinin’”

Riding Agent Peña on his unmade bed, bringing your lighter up to the cigarette hanging from his mouth til’ the tip glows red-hot. Breathing in the smoke he blows out between your ecstasy-parted lips as he rolls his hips against yours, the dark head of his cock pressing against that spot inside you.

“Look at me when you come, hermosa. Look so fuckin’ pretty with my cock up inside you.”

Getting lessons from your step-dad, Joel, on how to stroke, suck, and ride a cock properly—like a big girl. He talks you through it slowly, breaking you in til’ you’re sore, bruised, and thoroughly used. Like that, Joel? Pumping his hard length between your delicate, devoted fingers, watching intently as his face contorts with pleasure. Alright, angel—that’s enough playin’ around. Facedown for me, now. Listening, paying attention, doing your best to be the perfect little student.

“N’ when a man says he wants to come inside this needy lil’ pussy, you say yes, alright?”

Blowing off steam with a couple of girlfriends at the bar and running into the very person who’s been making your work-life so stressful. Watching him flirt with other women for hours before he bothers a glance your way. Rolling your eyes when he winks at you. Javier’s low voice rings crystal clear despite the loud music filling the space—one hand on your shoulder, the other hovering over the back of your neck as he leans down to whisper softly in your ear.

“Roll your eyes all you want, querida; we’ll see how tough you are when I’ve got you on your hands and knees, beggin’ for it”

Joel Miller—over double your age and double your size—growing tired of the short, tight clothing you’ve been wearing around him. Dressin’ like that’s gonna attract the wrong kinda attention, sweetheart. Testing him, pulling him in with a wicked, skyward gaze—that’s what I’m hoping for, Miller—and getting rewarded with a thick hand around your throat, rough fingers manhandling your breasts. Need me to show you what the wrong kinda attention feels like? Nodding enthusiastically, needing for him to use you.

“Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart, if I’da known how much of a slut you are, I woulda fucked you stupid the second you were legal”

Bonus fluff:

Agent Peña carrying you home to his couch after watching you take one too many shots at the club. He just can’t help stepping in to rescue you, regardless of the fact that he barely even knows you. When you wake up in the morning, confused and thoroughly hungover, he’s already at the office—but there’s a warm coffee, an aspirin, and a muffin waiting for you on the nearby table.

“you really can’t handle your tequila, hermosa. did you eat?”

Joel kissing you roughly at the peak of his climax and then finding himself completely unable to stop. Your lips are sore, red, and severely abused by the end of the night and still the man can’t get enough of you. The grey-speckled hair of his mustache brushes against your Cupid’s bow and he tastes like necessity, something desperate in the way his mouth clings to yours, his hand delicately cradling the back of your head. Almost as if you were precious to him.

“you sure know how to make a hard man soft.”

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Can you do the head canons set for Yone and Sett like you did for Kayn??? Thank you !!!!

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HEARTSTEEL SETT / READER ♡ Gender Neutral ♡ SFW (Light sexuality, nothing explicit.) ♡ Hi my dear! Wasn't sure if you meant the relationship ones or kiss ones—Yone is getting both in upcoming separate posts, and I've already done Sett kisses here ! Hope you enjoy these :D

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SETT

Sett's most sensitive spot is his ears. They're dreamy soft, like velvet but thicker, and oh-so-warm. When you play with them he goes weak in the knees, tilting his head towards your gentle hands and letting out a low groan. He adores when you play with them. If he plops his head in your lap and looks up at you with pleading puppy-dog eyes, chances are an ear-rub is what he's begging for.

After Sett smashes out a great lifting session, he usually sends you a mirror selfie. He just wants to tell you he had a great workout, and he loves when you encourage him, so it's mostly innocent. But come on...he's shining with sweat, his muscles look fucking huge, and he's got that flushed-cheek, out of breath smile. How are you not supposed to ogle him a little bit? If you accuse him of trying to turn you on with his gym selfies he goes 'no wayyyyyy'. The next picture he says—one of him winking at you, with the hem of his shirt pulled tight between his sharp teeth and his glorious abs on display—says otherwise.

Sett's social media pages consist of basically two things: gymbro shit and cute animal videos. He spams you with the latter. Expect lots of pictures of housecats cuddling ("us", he captions) and videos of dogs doing tricks ("do u think we could teach earnest that??" Probably not, you tell him, but you find him on the kitchen floor the next morning trying to get the poor dog to do a flip anyway).

Sett is all for pet-names, and rarely calls you by your given name. He  goes with the classic "babe" a lot. Sometimes he likes to spice it up by sprinkling in nicknames like "hot stuff" or "sweets". If he's being cheeky, he'll give you a teasing smirk and call you his "favorite groupie".

Sett loves staying active (obviously) and he's always down to try something new. If you're for hurting date ideas, take him rollerskating, rock climbing, or swimming. And, if you're really brave? Ask him and the rest of the Heartsteel guys to go paint-balling with you. Bless his heart, he will try so hard to protect you and hyper-carry your team but his aim just isn't that good. (Predictably, Sett ends up covered in paint-splashes. He's nothing if not a good meat shield.)

For your first Christmas together, Sett's mom knits you a beanie to match his. "Oh, you two are adorable," she beams as her son excitedly tugs the warm hat over your ears. Once you've earned the beanie, trust that you've got Mama's approval on lock.

Anyone that wrongs you is on Sett's shit-list for life. He's a hothead and he knows how to hold a fucking grudge. If you complain about your boss or come to him teary-eyed because a friend blew off plans, he's fuming. "That fucking asshole," he snarls. Of course, he sets aside his fury to comfort you. Just know that a lifelong beef has been started and he's going to scowl every time you bring that person's name up again.

After a hard workout, Sett loves to tease you by pulling you in for a sweaty bear-hug. Don't worry, though—he's always down to hit the showers with you right after.

Sett knows his way around the human body—he's got a near medical knowledge of muscle groups, nerves, and effective stretches just from his time in the gym. What does this mean for you, though? The best fucking massages in the entire universe. The moment you complain about a kink in your neck or a sore back Sett's cracking his knuckles. "Okay, hot stuff," he says, placing his gentle hands on your tight muscles. "Where exactly does it hurt?" Of course, you don't need to be in pain to get a massage—Sett's eager to touch you any chance he can get. Pout a little and ask if he can pretty please rub your neck, and his hands are on you before you can finish your sentence.

Since he's a cuddle-bug and serial napper, plan on spending a fair amount of time snuggled up in Sett's bed. He keeps sweatpants in his closet for you so you can be comfy during cuddle-seshes. Honestly, though, he prefers if you skip the pants altogether and chill out in your underwear and one of his old t-shirts. He tends to take a fabric scissors to any of his shirts with sleeves—your favorite sleep shirt, though? He mercifully leaves that one alone.

Sett's a massive show-off. Anytime you're on your tippy-toes trying to reach the top shelf or you're struggling with the pickle jar, Sett swoops in with an "Oh, lemme get that for ya!" And if he's flexing extra hard opening the jar or stretching his arms so that just the teeeeeeeniest bit of his shirt slips up, exposing his six-pack...well. You might as well enjoy the show, right?

Even though he wears lifting gloves, Sett's hands get chapped and calloused, anyway. He constantly steals your lotion. If you catch him swiping it out of your bag his ears go back and he offers you a sheepish, "sorry, hon...", but does he stop?  No chance. He pops the top and slathers it on his hands, anyway. "Whaaaaaat?" he whines as you stare him down. "If I'm all rough and whatever you'll stop holding hands with me."

You and Sett have a frankly obscene amount of plushies. There's an endless sea of plush on your bed, plus a good handful on his, but he just. keeps. buying. more. You'd complain, since it makes finding a comfy position to sleep a battle sometimes, but come on... how can you say no to a sugarcone furyhorn? Fucking impossible.

Sett's favorite way to pull you closer is by your belt loops. He hooks his fingers through and gives your hips a light tug, loving the surprised squeak you give when you bump into his massive frame.

Sett has a metal water bottle with him at all times (gotta stay hydrated)! Even though he rolls his eyes when you paste cute stickers on it, you notice that he never peels them off.

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✧.* change my mind; kmg

you were an enigma. mingyu knew you to be not afraid of anything, except for falling in love.

✩ pairing: mingyu x afab! reader

✩ genre/s: fwb! to lovers, fluff,

✩ word count: 2.0k

✩ warning/s: mentions of partying, swearing, suggestive themes, oral, punches, mingyu takes a tumble, kissing, reader has breasts, mingyu is down bad.

✩ notes/s: inspired by she's not afraid by one direction, lolol. enjoy! ☘️

Mingyu just couldn’t figure you out, for the first time in two years of knowing you he saw fear in your eyes all because he whispered three little words to you. 

He had heard all of your childhood and teenage crazy stories about making fake ids, bungee jumping, traveling all around the world during your gap year. He knows you can watch scary movies and often fall asleep to serial killer documentaries, but why wouldn’t you let him love you? 

The first time he said it, he was just protecting you or so he thought from an ex-boyfriend who showed up to the party you were attending, trying to pick a fight and begging you to take him back. Mingyu showed up to your side without a shadow of a doubt he would scare the boy away, but you just punched your ex square in the face as he called you a bitch and walked off like nothing had happened. 

After the punch you just rode in the car back to your house without saying a word. He was holding your now bruised hand softly resting a bottle of cold water across your knuckles. 

When you made it back inside your adrenaline kicked in and you started to strip Mingyu of his clothes all the way down to his black boxer-briefs below. He was basically an outlet for you to get out your rage over your shitty ex-boyfriend, but he didn’t mind being used by you. 

Maybe he said it at the wrong moment? A girl going down on you isn’t exactly the time to tell her that you’re in love with her. He thought maybe you didn’t hear him or misunderstood because you were focused on satisfying the craving of having him be putty in your hands, so he never brought it up again. Well, except when he finished all over your pretty face. 

The second time he said it, it was a cold winter day. You both decided it would be a good idea to go snowboarding. You were taking Mingyu up the ski lift for his first pass down the mountain, your eyes were filled with sparkles from the reflection of the snow, he couldn’t forget how pretty it made you look. Your pink nose and rosy cheeks were just begging for him to plant kisses on. 

You told Mingyu to go to the far left trail, the easiest and to not turn before the big pine tree, but he was so distracted by looking at you he did exactly the opposite of what you said and took a swerve right onto the black diamond.

 You ended up going the right way, watching his body attempt to swerve over the bumps and fresh powdered ground through the trees. Until you couldn’t see him anymore. A panic suddenly waved over both of you not being able to help him if something went wrong in the woods. The train was much quicker down the hill and the small skinny weaving through trees made him vulnerable if he fell to being hit by other boarders or skiers. 

You finally hit the bottom and clicked your board off trekking back up the hill by foot. 

Nearly halfway down you spotted a bright yellow and black coat huddled to the side of the tree brush and ran over to him. He seemed okay, but was clearly shaken up by almost getting hit by other riders. 

“Oh my god. You’re such an idiot, I thought you were hurt. Did you not hear my instructions” 

“I did, but I was distracted watching you on the lift so I forgot.” 

“Mingyu, you dumbass. I wouldn't have forgiven myself if something happened to you.” 

Your fingers touched the small cut on his cheek probably from his goggles or a loose branch. You brought your arms so tightly around his shoulders that he whimpered because of his now sore body. 

After picking up his gear that had been scattered around from his fall, you helped him back onto his feet and insisted that you bring him home to have a warm bath and clean up his new wound. 

Sitting in the bathtub, bruises scattered all the way around his tanned skin, he watched you set up a movie on your computer. You were surprisingly caring, he didn’t think you had a side to you like this. 

The both of you sat in his candle lit bathroom, him in the hot water of his tub and you in his tee shirt on his marbled floor, both sipping glasses of red wine, just enjoying the scenes playing out in front of you. 

Suddenly his hands came onto your shoulders, rubbing them in motions that relaxed your tense muscles. 

“You look cold, come in.” 

“No, you’re too tall for two people to fit in your bathtub, Gyu.” 

“You’re small enough to fit, come on.” 

“Okay, don’t look.” 

“I’ve seen you naked before.” 

“Just, please don’t look, for some reason getting into the tub infront of you is embarrassing me.” 

“Okay, I won't.” 

With his hands now placed over his eyes, he felt your legs slide against his, and felt you tap against his side with your feet, telling him it’s fine now. 

“No, not like that. Turn around, back towards me.” 

“Mingyu, this is silly, I'm comfortable.” 

“Do it or I’ll make you.” 

“Oh my god fine, cover your eyes.” 

Your butt slid back into the hot water, now resting between his legs. You could feel your cheeks starting to hear up as you rest your bare back against his chest. 

“Better?” 

“Mhm, much better.” 

Mingyu’s hands came up and grabbed your hair, wrapping it up in the claw clip you had resting on the floor and began massaging your neck once more, placing soft kisses on your shoulders. Mingyu now slid his long fingers over your nipples, making your head rest back against him and letting out a soft moan from your lips. 

“Thank you for taking care of me today, it means a lot to me.” 

“Well it’s sort of my fault you got hurt isn’t it?” 

“No, not at all actually. I shouldn’t have let myself get distracted by how pretty you are.” 

“Shut up.” 

“Not happening, pretty girls have to be told every once and a while they’re pretty.” 

“Okay, what about pretty boys?” 

“Mhm, they deserve it too.” 

“Well then, I think you’re very pretty.” 

“Thank you, I love hearing you say that.” 

Time passed that night between being sweet in the tub to now huddling in front of Mingyu’s fireplace, still wrapped in each other's arms, clinging to his warmth. 

“Are you ready for bed, y/n?” 

You were already asleep in his arms, suddenly those same arms were picking you up off the floor and placing you under his warm covers, sliding in next to you. 

With a kiss on your forehead, you woke up still half in your slumber and placed a longer kiss on his lips. 

“Goodnight, pretty Gyu.” 

Mingyu couldn’t contain his smile as he looked at your eyes closed while resting on his pillow. 

“Goodnight, pretty girl. I love you.” 

Mingyu couldn’t help himself from realizing he was saying the thing he wanted so badly in the worst moments, but maybe it was a sign he was saving himself from being hurt if you didn’t love him back. 

After the night you had over a week ago where he muttered those words the second time he  made a promise to himself that the next time he said it, it would be worth it. 

Mingyu knew tonight was to tell you properly, you were on your way to celebrate a mutual friend's birthday. 

He pulled up to your house, letting himself inside. He found you standing in your bra and underwear in front of your closet contemplating what to wear. The theme was black and red, you had a little black dress, a red low cut tank top, and a pair of black cargo pants laid out on your bed, weighing the options. 

“Holy shit. You scared the fuck out of me.” 

Mingyu tried to hold in his laughter as he rested his butt on the side of your bed, holding up the red top and black pants, similar to the outfit he was sporting. 

“Wear this, it’s nice. And you always complain when you wear dresses.” 

“You’re right, but what shoes do I wear? Black heels, sneakers, or boots?” 

“I like the boots I bought you last year, they’d look pretty under the jeans. And you can be closer to my lips when you get drunk and try to kiss me later. Easier access.” 

“Shut up, you’re so gross. I do not do that.” 

“Well, your clingy drunk ass says otherwise.” 

You ripped the red shirt from his hands and pulled it over your head swiftly as you took your bra off from under it and shimmied into your black pants. 

“Okay, well let’s bet. I’ll wear my sneakers, if I try to kiss you and complain that you’re too tall I’ll reward you with whatever you want” 

“Alright, but prepare to be crushed.” 

Hours passed by at the party, as your buzz grew stronger like your desire to have your red lipstick stained all over Mingyu. He was off talking to some girl at the bar, trying to order you drinks. You were sitting all the way across the room at your table watching her as she rubbed her pink fingernails up and down his arm, while he just smiled. 

Was he trying to make you jealous on purpose so you’d come over and kiss him? Did he even care that this girl was flirting with him because he was there with you? Who knows what he’s thinking. Before he departed she placed a small kiss on his cheek and handed him a napkin, probably with her number on it. 

“Who the fuck was she?” 

Your jealousy brought a small smile on Mingyu’s lips as he slid onto the black vinyl of the booth back next to you, hitting your knees with his. 

“Jealous?” 

“No, just answer the question. She got her ugly pink lipgloss on your cheek.” 

The lip stain that was supposed to be from you, the green monster of your jealousy weighing over you now as you brought your thumb to the spot she kissed him and wiped it away a little aggressively. 

“Not sure, she gave me her number though.” 

He flashed the napkin in front of your face, making you even more angry. 

“Call her, I’m going home okay?” 

“No, why are you leaving? I don’t want to call her I was just fucking with you.” 

“Will you stop then?” 

“Of course, just tell me what's up with you tonight? You’re acting weird, girls do that all the time, you’ve never cared before in fact most of the time you think it’s funny. I thought you knew I didn’t want any of them, so it didn’t bother you?” 

“Well it is bothering me now, she was touching you and she kissed you. Most girls just hand it and go on their way, but this was like right in my face? Does she not see us here together?” 

“Maybe? But, we’re not together like that are we? I’ve told you many times I love you and you always ignore me.” 

“I don’t know? I do love you, okay? I love you, Mingyu. I’m also terrified of loving you, because if I fucking lose you I’m not going to be okay. If I have to sit around and watch girls have their hands on you forever like that I just am not sure if I’ll be able to handle myself.” 

“You love me?” 

“Yes, you big dumb idiot. Can’t you fucking tell?” 

“No, but it’s nice to hear you finally say it.” 

“Can we leave now please? I think I need to show you how much I love you at home.” 

“I like the sound of that.” 

Mingyu took you home, back to the place where he first realized he loved you and let you prove it to him all night.