#trying t get the strength to answer asks

[wallterthetall]

[k-hotchoisan]

active recovery

<yunho x fem!reader>

sore thighs suck after leg day. thank god Yunho is there to offer his help to ease the soreness 🤍

genre/warnings: pwp, smut, contributing to the big cock!yunho agenda, leg day aftermath (soreness), it starts from an attempted massage and… yeah, size kink, unprotected sex, overstimulation, mating press position, breeding, fingering

a/n: haven’t written Yunho in a hot minute + my attempt of distracting myself from my leg soreness from leg day 😒

wc: 1.8K / apply for taglist here 🤍

You wake up and you feel like lightning struck your legs, especially your inner thighs. You groan, feeling the soreness shoot up your muscles every time you move.

And to think you didn’t do enough squats the previous day. Your legs tremble slightly too even though you try to minimise any movement to the best of your ability.

Your hand combs through your messy bed in search of your phone. You find it and immediately scroll to your chats, tapping on the first one with Yunho’s name on it. 

[you]: I’m tapping out on gym today. My legs are fuckin toast. 

[yuyu🐶]: sounds like a skill issue. 

[yuyu🐶]: I’m joking please don’t block me. 

[yuyu🐶]: I’m coming over with food and some help ok?

You manage to muster the strength to leave your bed to wash up at least, forcing yourself to get used to the electricity running through your legs. 

The doorbell rings shortly and despite the jerks your legs were giving you on the way there, you manage to reach to the door to invite Yunho in, who has his hands busy with food like he promised. 

He sets up the table and he ensures you’ve eaten well before the both of you go to your bedroom to hear what he’s suggesting. 

“Which part of your leg is sore?” He asks, kneeling before you, giving your legs soft squeezes. You flinch and squeal when his fingers press against your thighs. Guess he’s got his answer. 

“Lie down for me. I’ll stretch you out”, Yunho instructs, and you do. 

Yunho starts with a slow massage, kneading against your sore muscles, ignoring your soft whimpers when his fingers press against a sore spot. It’s kind of working, but you still feel the sensitivity bursting through your nerves, and it makes you involuntarily twitch against Yunho’s touches. 

You groan when Yunho applies pressure on your thighs. He pushes your legs towards you, and he leans in. You try to ignore the suggestive position of Yunho’s crotch just pressing against yours while he’s stretching out your thigh, focusing on hoping to relieve any ounce of soreness at least.

Unfortunately, your soft groans aren’t helping with the situation. Try as Yunho might, ignoring you only seems to have your moans go straight to his dick. 

“Y/n, as much as I adore your voice, I’d appreciate it if you kept it to a minimum. It’s distracting.”

“I can’t help it if I’m this sensitive”, you pout, not realising you ticked something in him. “And also your reactions are cute with your ears all red like that.” 

Yunho narrows his eyes, ignoring your words , and instead focusing on trying to finish your massage. When he’s done with one side, he switches to the other, doing the same action of folding your legs against your chest, his thighs getting dangerously close to your pussy once more. Your thoughts are starting to float to a less pure space.

You know you shouldn’t be doing this. You and Yunho are just simply gym buddies—well, gym buddies who have some sort of funny tension going on recently. And now that he’s just this physically close to you—touching, pressing, stretching you, you can’t seem to get your mind out of the gutter.

It wasn’t until Yunho’s palm spread over your thighs once more, massaging against your thick flesh that you let out another sudden moan at the pressure, that Yunho seems to hit his limit. It’s enough that he’s holding back considering that his hands are getting dangerously close up further your thighs, the way he had himself pressed against you at a rather interesting position, but you, moaning at every touch he’s applying onto you? He can only hold back so much.

“Sorry Yun. It’s just… it feels so good when you do it like that.”

Then, Yunho has you under him, he towers over you on your bed. 

“They say active recovery is good for soreness. Lucky for you, I know a pretty good form of active recovery. Your thighs are gonna be doing a lot more stretching though.”

You swallow hard, wondering if you should take on what he’s trying to allude. Seems like you pressed a little too much of his buttons. Oops. Not that you wanted to complain though.

In the most twisted ways, you always wondered how Yunho would compare—his build wasn’t large, but he’s still big. His hands are big—and he makes carrying dumbbells look like toys. You always wondered where else would be big.

And now, you’re about to find out.

“Now, keep your legs open like this for me”, he instructs. Your bottoms are peeled off you in seconds, and you have your legs spread open. Yunho’s fingers pry your lips open to get his pretty fingers wet enough, then he trails down your wet cunt, circling your clit slowly.  

“You gotta relax for me, baby”, he coaxes you in a tone that’s sending you butterflies in your stomach. “If you can’t take my fingers, my cock is gonna snap in you, y’know?”

That’s all the warning he gives before his slender fingers plunge into your wet heat, and your brain completely melts at the feeling. 

“Good girl”, he comforts. His other hand is gently rubbing and massaging against your thigh once more, ramping up the sensitivity before he trails down to accompany his other hand, fully rubbing circles on your clit. 

Your back is arched from how much Yunho is pressing against your g-spot on top of stimulating your clit. It’s making your toes curl and your mind go blank. 

“Gonna cum Yun,” you mutter through heavy breaths. Yunho is kissing up your neck to your jaw before his lips are on yours, the movements of his fingers encouraging you to release all over them.

“Cum for me, baby. It’ll feel so good, I promise”,  Yunho whispers into your ear, snapping the knot in your stomach. 

He eats up your moans with his kisses, taking advantage of your mouth when your orgasm rakes through your whole body leaves your eyes rolled back and your mouth hanging open. 

Yunho’s cock is soaked and hard underneath his shorts—it’s throbbing and pushing against the fabric of his apparel. So when you’re getting off your high, he has his pants off quickly too. His cock is thick and heavy, covered in precum, looking like the perfect thing to fill you up with.

His wet cock rests on your equally wet cunt, and Yunho strokes himself against your drenched folds, making sure his tip brushes against your clit every time. 

“Yunho, please”, you mutter, your pussy fluttering against nothing, aching for Yunho to just fuck you. 

“Not too sore to take my dick right?” Yunho teases, his gaze darting between your desperate eyes and the way cream from your pussy is decorating his big cock. 

“I’m gonna be stretching you in more ways than one, babe. Be a good girl and take it for me, yeah?”, he smiles. 

For some strange reason, you don’t feel the soreness in your inner thighs, or maybe you’re just so horny that it’s not the soreness that’s your main concern now. 

You bite your lip, then your mind completely coming undone when you feel Yunho push his cockhead into your pussy, stretching your hole open as he accommodates his thick cock in you. 

“Fuck. Look at your tight pussy trying to fit all of me in. I should fill you in for size training after our next sessions. Extra stretching sessions shouldn’t be much of a problem, right baby?” 

Maybe you should take up on that offer. 

The thought of Yunho fitting his fat cock to stretch you open just so your tight pussy can mold to his cock size after your gym sessions sounded way too fucking tempting, especially in your current predicament. You’re imagining the way he would coax your pussy to take more inches of him, and the thought of doing it right after your training sessions—being pumped full of endorphins and just Yunho’s fat cock—your pussy is just dripping and taking more of his cock by the second. Way too fucking enticing.

“Mm. That’s it, baby. Fit me in like this, yeah?” Yunho sighs when his cock finally bottoms out in you, your walls hugging him like a glove. 

You gasp at the fullness. His cockhead is pressing against your g-spot but you feel it in your fucking throat, and any small twitches his cock is making in you is a contender to make you cum any second. 

Your fingers grab onto his tensed biceps to give yourself some leverage, and Yunho is kind enough to wait for you to adjust, or maybe because he feels like he’s about to cum any second from the way your pussy is just squeezing him. 

“Jeong Yunho”, you pant, trying to catch your breath. “You’re so fucking big. Fuck. Oh my fucking god, I feel so full.”

He chuckles, rubbing slow circles from your inner thighs and clit. “All the more we should train for that.”

Yunho and his fat cock are gonna be the death of you. You didn’t even need leg day to do it for you. 

“God, Yunho, just fuck me already.”

“Gladly.” 

Your head is thrown back the moment his cock pulls out of you and thrusts back into you. You’re not gonna survive this, you swear. 

The moans slipping out of you grow louder and more lewd, and Yunho is gradually losing the ability to hold back when he hears his name in your high-pitched symphony paired with the way your pussy is just creaming all over him. He watches the way his cock pushes a bulge whenever he slides into you and it’s taking him everything to not to just rearrange your guts.

The pressure soon wears off, only pleasure flooding through your veins when Yunho fucks the daylights out of you. And now you’re growing greedy. 

So is Yunho. 

“You’re driving me crazy, baby”, Yunho is growing breathless whenever he feels your cunt sucking him in. “Keep doing that and I’ll guarantee you’re not walking straight tomorrow.”

“Sounds like a plan, Yuyu. Then you can come over to take responsibility, right?”

Yunho groans. God he fucking loves it when you’re like this for him. 

So he responds by grabbing you by your thighs and lifting your hips slightly to make sure his cock fills you up all the way. His eyebrows are furrowed in pleasure, mouth slightly open as he listens to your voice climbing up in pitch at every thrust he gives you. 

“So good. Ah fuck. You’re so fucking thick”, you cry through your fucked out delirium. 

Yunho bites his lip, his thrusts growing more desperate and erratic with his cock just twitching for his release. 

He settles your legs down, only to fold them so that your knees are almost pressing against your chest, making sure you fucking see stars while his cock fills you up over and over in that position, hitting your g-spot so fucking easily. You’re choking on your moans at this point, your orgasm just being dangled over your head. 

“Fuck, right there! Gonna cum, Yunho. Oh god, that’s it”, you sob, your orgasm hitting you through shots of dopamine filling up your brain and flooding all over your cunt, pulsing against Yunho’s dick. 

Yunho has his eyes rolled back when you’re squeezing uncontrollably against him, deciding to fuck you through your orgasm, listening to your cries like it’s his favourite sound for the rest of the day. 

“Shit, I don’t think I could ever get enough of this pussy”, he mutters through pants. “So fucking perfect to cum in.”

Yunho squeezes your legs as he stills in you, making sure every drop of his thick cum is filling your pussy to the brim. 

He jerks slightly before pulling out, still holding your legs open for him to watch his cum seep out of your pussy and onto the towel below. You squeal when you feel his long fingers push his cum back into your pussy. Yunho is never telling you, but it’s his silent way of putting his mark on you. 

He soothes your thighs a little more even though he’s still finger fucking his cum back into you while kissing and biting the soft flesh of your thighs. ignoring your cries of overstimulation, before he closes your legs to lie them down. 

“See, this is a form of active recovery too”, Yunho says matter-of-factly, looking up at you with a pretty deceptive smile with his head on your lap. You narrow your eyes, grabbing him by his scalp. 

“I’m gonna blow your phone up tomorrow if I can’t feel my legs, Jeong Yunho.” 

Yunho continues to smile, his fingers easily removing yours from his head. 

“I guess that’s a yes to the extra training sessions then?” 

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[ozzgin]

Yandere! Demon King Headcanons

You have accepted the Demon King’s marriage proposal! Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance

[Main Story]

The proposal, as you quickly found out, came as a surprise to everyone. Not even the King’s loyal butler knew of such intentions; he’d assumed they were finally going to destroy everything and everyone at once. To him, the dramatic scene of you and his Lord enveloped in flames was anything but a romantic confession. It was your final battle. So one might imagine the poor lizard’s confusion when the Demon King returned with you following behind. “S-sir?” He questioned meekly. The armored creature nodded at his servant. “It has been done. We’ll plan the wedding upon our arrival home.” The what? His baffled expression must’ve given him away, because the Demon continued: “What’re you gawking like that for? Didn’t I ask you earlier how humans forge a bond?” The butler stumbled to search for his words, swallowing dryly. “Well y-yes, your Majesty…I just didn’t expect it to be anything more than curiosity.”

The same speechless reaction repeated itself all the way to the Kingdom. Soldiers, diplomats, other monstrous entities of the unknown Land, they all greeted you in disbelief. So much, in fact, that you began to poke fun at their hesitant response: “I am his mortal enemy”, you’d announce with a dramatic bow. “Spouse! We talked about this!” the Demon Lord would quickly correct you, flustered.

Truth be told, you're not quite sure what made you accept this ridiculous offer. Perhaps a mixture of intrigue and disillusionment. The city you've dedicated yourself to stood no longer, burnt to a crisp along with its corruption and crookery. In a way, the monster had unshackled you from a responsibility you no longer wanted to bear. And if that wasn't enough to convince you, well, the sight of the Ruler himself kneeling before you certainly sealed the deal.

Although it may take a while for you to accept the idea that your worst adversary had actually been infatuated with you this entire time. Were there even any hints? During your last battle you nearly died. You'd crawled out of an enormous crater on your fours, bones shattered and ligaments torn. When you pointed this out to your groom-to-be, he stared at you in horror. "I had no idea humans were that fragile. I was trying to adjust my strength so as to not do any harm." You could only nod, patting away the sweat beads forming on your forehead. Uh huh. Maybe it's better you didn't experience his full range of attacks.

Ever since the devastating revelation, he's been extra careful when handling you. Sometimes he'll awkwardly hover his large hands above you, with a concentrated frown on his face. "What the hell are you doing?" you ask, eyeing him suspiciously. "I'm trying to be gentle." he'll answer. "You're not even touching me." Fair point, but it's better to be safe than sorry.

The Demon King will often ask you about customs from your world as a way to make you comfortable, just in case you get struck by the occasional homesickness. His Realm is very different from what you're used to, after all. Lamentably, his own years spent in the human world were not too fruitful from a cultural point of view. He was either busy stalking you or devouring the souls of the innocent. Now that he has nothing else to worry about, he will gladly listen and even do his best to actively participate.

You wake up shrouded in thick smoke. Overwhelmed by heavy déjà vu, you rush down the grand stairs, searching for the source of the fire. Are you being attacked? Enemies of the Demon King? You elbow yourself against the kitchen door, similar to when you left your home to find the city ablaze. The Demon Lord turns to face you, visibly overwhelmed and exhausted. You gawk at the scene unfolding before you and remember to close your mouth, mainly out of politeness. "It's too small. I'm afraid I cannot use it", he reveals timidly, holding a human spatula between his fingers to showcase the impractical size difference. You glance at the disastrous attempt behind him and manage to deduce he'd been trying to make breakfast. In an unspoken agreement, he steps back and allows you to take over.

"I'm surprised you let him burn down the kitchen", you mention to the butler once you get a moment to yourself. The scaly servant sighs, and theatrically lifts his clawed hands in hopelessness. "Pointless to argue with him when he's like this, (Y/N). In my entire life serving the Family, I've never witnessed a more stubborn leader." He points to the lavish portraits adorning the walls with a faint smile. "And, to put it frankly, he's obsessed with you. I've never seen him in a more deplorable state. Marrying a human?! The shame, the outrage!” he cries out. “No offense intended to you, of course. You must understand." You hum in agreement, a tad uncomfortable, yet sympathetic. "M-maybe it'll tone down after the wedding?" you suggest as encouragement. "Oh, no, I suspect it will only get worse", he bemoans in return. Then, he promptly straightens his back and resumes his duties.

You go on your own way, not wanting to burden the lizard in his work. As you cross the hallway, you find the Demon King himself scanning each room, somewhat agitated. He notices you and his features soften. "I was wondering where you'd vanished." You approach him with the words of the butler still ringing in your ears.

[littleslaywrites]

no bark, all bite | aaron hotchner x reader

nsfw, mdni 

summary: you can’t help but bite Aaron when he wears a short sleeve shirt. 

word count: 1.8k

cw: smut, biting (all aaron receiving), unprotected sex, f!reader, holy moly his arms in that gif

based on this post by @l1v1ngz0mb1e

It had been difficult to get used to seeing Aaron out of his suits. Not in a bad way, not at all. But it was difficult to behave yourself when he wore those polo shirts that revealed just enough of his biceps to make your mouth water. 

That’s not to say his suits didn’t reveal a lot. You’d noticed recently his button ups clung to him tighter than usual. A good girlfriend would buy him a size up, but you wouldn’t dream of it. You enjoyed it too much when he’d take off his suit jacket and you could see the seams practically bursting as his muscles flexed beneath his shirts. 

But it was even better when you could see the skin, the veins, the hair on his arms. It was the complete picture, all that you imagined when his long sleeves were covering him. And somehow, it felt even more erotic to get a glimpse of him from beneath a short sleeve shirt than to actually see him shirtless. 

He truly was very distracting. Every day, you wondered how any of his coworkers were able to get anything done while he was around. 

And here you are again, trying to focus on the task at hand while all you can think about is his arms. It was a Friday night, Jack was at a sleepover, and Aaron had invited you over. You’d had dinner at his house, simply enjoying the company, and forcing yourself to not stare at his biceps. 

Your dinners at home are always casual, as Aaron wants to get out of his suits as much as he can and wear something more comfortable. 

(You can relate to wanting to get him out of his suits, although in a different way.) 

Tonight, he answered the door in track pants and a t-shirt. When he opened it, you instantly knew you’d have trouble keeping your eyes off of him. But you smile as normally as possible, setting the wine down on the counter. 

Once your hands are free, he wraps you in a hug, and you can’t help but focus on the strength of his arms around you. You can feel his muscles squeezing your sides, and you almost feel bad that you’re objectifying so hard. You know the tight hug is simply his way of comforting himself, releasing the stress of his job, but it almost makes your eyes roll back as you feel how tight his grip is.

He pulls back, his hands on your shoulders, leaving his biceps right in your sight line. He says something you don’t even hear, and when you nod mindlessly, he leads you to the table. 

You eat dinner, listening to him talk about work. And every time he takes a sip of his water, the sleeve of his shirt pulls up, giving you an even better view. You manage to focus on his stories, even though half your brain power is being used to keep your eyes from drifting. 

After dinner, you end up on the couch, sitting side by side. You might have eaten already, but the sight of him in that shirt is making you want something else to chew on.  His arm wraps around you as he nuzzles into your neck. 

“I missed you,” he murmurs, kissing your pulse point gently. 

“Missed you, too,” you say, your hands moving to squeeze his arm. Your grip tightens as he continues to trail kisses along your neck, until he pulls back. 

He opens his mouth to say something, but you lean forward, taking his bicep in between your teeth and biting down before he can speak. 

“Hey!”

You pull back, a grin on your face. “Got you.”

“What was that for?”

Your index finger rubs circles onto the area with the small indents that are slowly disappearing. “You just looked… biteable.”

He raises an eyebrow in fake indignation. “Biteable?” 

You nod, pushing his sleeve up more to bite him again, this time probably harder than you should. 

He hisses softly, staring down at the way his arm turns red in the shape of your teeth as you pull away. 

You almost tell him he’s asking for it with the shirt he’s got on, dressed like an absolute whore in that gray t-shirt, but get distracted by the skin he’s showing. 

You take his wrists, pulling his arm up to your mouth. You bite his upper arm again, then move down, biting from his bicep to his forearms. Each time, you nip a bit harder, slowly getting addicted to the feeling of his skin pulling between your jaws. 

You take extra care when you reach that vein on his forearm, tracing it with your tongue before taking it in your mouth, gnawing on him like a puppy with its favorite chew toy. 

“Stop that,” he says with no real fire behind his words. It’s what he always says when he wants something but is too embarrassed to admit it’s turning him on— as if you can’t feel the hardness forming beneath his pants. 

“No,” you say, eliciting a small laugh from Aaron. 

You nip at his neck, getting him right in that spot you know he likes, so he doesn’t argue when you slip his shirt off and push him down on the couch. 

You graze your teeth from his collarbone to his chest, biting on the flesh of his peck. He gives a groan in response as you lick the spot to soothe it. 

He nearly whines your name as you slide off his pants, then take his underwear off. When you gaze down at him, it becomes clear he’s enjoying it more than he lets on. 

“I just want to nibble on you,” you say as you nip at his hip bone.

“I thought you said you were full after dinner,” Aaron says breathlessly, a hand tangling in your hair. 

“You’re my dessert.”

You bite his thigh, hard enough that you know it’ll leave a mark tomorrow. The supple flesh of his thighs squeeze between your teeth, and you feel the dampness pooling in your underwear as you taste his skin. 

“Baby,” he says, gently tugging on your hair to get you to look at him. 

“Yeah?”

“You’re being a tease.”

You giggle, taking your shirt off. His large hands immediately go to your back, unhooking your bra. He pulls you into a deep kiss, and you unzip your jeans as he tongue slips into your mouth. When he pulls back, you capture his bottom lip between your teeth, letting it pull before you release him. 

You hurriedly slip your pants off, straddling him. “You just look delicious. I could eat you up.”

He gives a chuckle, hands going to your hips. “My little vampire.”

You smile in response, shifting above his length, grasping the base of it and guiding yourself down. 

You both tilt your heads back as you slowly sink onto him, breaths becoming more rapid. 

Once he bottoms out, you lean down, giving his neck a love bite. When you pull back, it’s clear that you’ve bitten him hard enough that he’ll have to hope there’s no case over the weekend to give the bruise time to heal before he has to face his coworkers again. 

He gives your hip two gentle taps, signaling you to start moving before he does it himself. You take the cue, slowly riding him. It’s not lost on you that his muscles flex every time your walls flutter. In fact, you make a point to deliberately squeeze him, just like your teeth were squeezing him earlier. 

Usually, you’re watching his face, focused on the way his eyelids flutter. But tonight, you can’t tear your eyes away from the way his biceps flex as he grips your hips, the movement of the muscles emphasizing the bite marks you’ve littered along his body. 

You place a hand on his chest for leverage, bouncing faster as his groans spur you on. You will always be grateful that he’s let loose with you, giving himself permission to be vocal beneath your touch. You reward his sounds with your own moans, desperate as you feel every inch of him filling you up. 

You get carried away as you gaze at his build, losing rhythm in your distracted state of mind. You don’t even notice his whimpers go from pleasured to depreciate until he can’t resist any longer and starts to buck up into you. 

“So good,” you whimper out. 

“I know,” he says, fingers digging into your hips. You know it’ll leave an imprint, but it’s only fair after what you've done to mark him up. 

He’s pressing into you deep enough that it reaches your brain, thoughts going blank as you mindlessly meet his thrusts. 

As he starts to lose control of his hips, your walls clamp around him, coaxing him into filling you up. 

You’re back arches as you fall over the edge, the wetness of your release dripping down your thighs and onto his. 

The feeling of you coming around him has Aaron quickly following, his eyes glued to your chest as your back arches. His hips stutter as he gives one last deep thrust, painting your insides white. 

He gently pulls you down to rest on his chest, hugging you tightly to help you come down for your high. As he wraps his arms around you, your eyes are drawn to his muscles again, your hazy mind still having enough power to seek out his arms. 

You wrap your arms around his forearm, nuzzling into his upper arm. 

“You’re really obsessed with me tonight, aren’t you?” He says it teasingly, flexing as a half-joke. 

You take the opportunity to bite him again, not releasing him for a good few seconds. 

“Are you staying like that all night?”

You hum around him, opening your jaws even further to take more of him in your mouth. 

He laughs softly, patting your back. “You’ve gotta let me go eventually.”

You sigh around him, eventually releasing him and laying your cheek down on your chest, his peck right in view for you to admire the teeth marks you’d left. You trace it gently, proud of your work. 

“You know, it’s not nice to act like a teething puppy while your boyfriend is at your mercy.”

You giggle. “Then you shouldn’t be so biteable. I could chew on you all night.”

“You’re so cute I might let you.”

You snuggle even closer to him. “Besides, what’s so wrong about appreciating my big, strong man?”

Aaron rolls his eyes, even though he can’t help but blush at your words.

As he holds you tighter, you feel content, not even tempted to bite him as you watch his arms. At least, for now. And as Aaron falls asleep with you on top of him, he has a looming suspicion that his wake up call (and your breakfast) tomorrow will be the pressure of your teeth around his bare arm. 

[l1tw1ck]

Accepting the Strength, Faults, and Needs of Dan Heng's True Nature

Bottom!FTM Dan Heng x Top!Masc Reader

🌊 Word Count: 1,256 🌊

AFAB Language Used | [Series]

CW: Dub-Con, Womb Fucking, Double Penetration, Creampie

Dan Heng gasps as his cloudhymn water tentacle fucks his needy pussy, a secondary tentacle enveloping his t-dick like a flesh light. He throws his head back and whimpers. It's not enough. “More..”

You knock on Dan Heng’s door. “Hey, are you okay?” You call out to him. He hasn't left his room in a couple days and the door’s locked. You just returned from the Xianzhou Luofu so Himeko asked you to try talking to him, since the two of you are close friends.

You hear shuffling before the door opens. He's in his true form again and it looks like he has a fever. However, those two facts are easily overshadowed by his lack of clothing, the slick in between his thighs, and the gold colored tattoo on his pelvis.

Before you can process everything, he pulls you into the room. You nearly crush him with your weight but you manage to pin your hands to the floor instead. He wraps his legs around your waist and presses his crotch against yours. His tail curls around your arm.

“Are– are you..” You don't know a lot about his species but… “Are you in heat?” You groan as he humps your bulge. You can see golden strokes of ink in the shape of a heart above lines depicting the leaves of a flower in bloom decorating the area just above his cunt, where his womb lies. It reminds you of his power.

Dan Heng doesn't answer you as he uses his Cloudhymn magic to remove your clothes. In the blink of an eye, your cock now rests on his body. You start feeling dizzy. You don't know if it's your sudden condition causing your eyes to play tricks on you, but you're pretty sure your dick is way bigger than it is normally. “Hurry.” He whines.

You jolt in surprise. You’ve never heard a noise like that from him.

“Please.” He pouts. Your arms weaken when he once again uses his magic, this time to stroke your already hard dick. His cunt throbs from your moans. He needs you to fuck him him.

“Okay– okay.” You shiver. His eyes light up, his magic dissipating. You get yourself more comfortable before spreading his legs. As you slide your length inside him, you feel a strong wave of heat flow throughout your body. Your vision blurs. It's like you have a fever. You start to desire him just as much as he desires you. You bring him into a passionate kiss, the both of you falling into an extremely feverish state.

As you pull away from the kiss, Dan Heng reaches for your head. You feel his fingertips against…your horns. His hands trail down to your cheeks, looking at you lovingly. You blink a couple times in an attempt to see clearer but your sight fails to improve. It gets worse when you look down and realize there have been some even more major changes to your body.

You have a second, ribbed cock laying on top of Dan Heng. You can also feel a tail attached to your body.

Dan Heng doesn't seem to be surprised, or maybe doesn't seem to care. He uses the same technique he used on you earlier and strokes your second length. It's almost like being inside two pussies at once. You moan in pleasure, your hands moving from the ground to his body. You quickly forget about your concerns and lean in to kiss his neck as you push further inside him. You sink your newly sharp teeth into his skin then lick up his blood.

You can feel his cervix. “Keep going~” Dan Heng moans. You don't hesitate. Your cock enters his womb with ease, the sensation causes the both of you to come instantly. “Yes-” He gasps. The cum from your second cock remains within his magic, before it dissipates and your seed falls onto his body.

You slowly pull out of him. “‘M gonna put both in-” You reassure him. Dan Heng nods and watches you line up your cocks, both of them are draconic in both size and aesthetic. Your body seems to have completely altered itself, but you're too horny to worry about it. Your cum dribbles erotically out of his pussy before getting plugged by your tips. He throws his head back as his walls happily stretch to fit all of you. You grab his legs and position him into a mating press. His toes and tail curls with pleasure.

In a matter of minutes, you return to his womb. Dan Heng doesn't even consider protesting when you start to fuck him. He digs his nails into your back and moans shamelessly. You pound into his pussy roughly and desperately. Your aggressive desire makes it seem more like you're possessed or drunk, anything other than sober.

Dan Heng pulls you back into a kiss, more passionate and sloppy than the first. There's no doubt you're addicted to him now. The sounds of sex fill the room and can definitely be heard from outside. You're more concerned with the ethereal man below you.

“I love you-” Your words trigger another orgasm for him and in turn, yours as well.

You pull away and your vision finally improves. Now you can see his beautiful face. You also feel a lot more conscious. More aware of what's happening. Your thrusts slow before coming to a firm halt. Your eyes trail down to his lower half, it seems like nothing changed physically. You're still…a Vidyadhara.

Dan Heng sobers up too. He looks embarrassed. “Sorry..” He doesn't make eye contact. “I don't know what happened to you…”

“Seriously?”

“Vidyadharas have heat cycles but this…this isn't how it is normally.” He can't ignore the tingling feeling throughout his body or the unbelievably good feeling of having two dicks inside him.

“Are you…on any contraceptives?” You don't want to pull out.

“My…our species can't get pregnant…so…” He shakes his head.

You sigh in relief. “Then..” You hesitate before finally pulling out. You can't take your eyes off his dripping pussy.

He feels empty and you're still hard. “Did you hate it?” He asks.

“I didn't.”

“Then..” Dan Heng turns onto his stomach, raising his ass high. “One more time..?” He can't believe he's doing this.

There's nothing stopping you.

He grins dumbly as he feels your cocks entering him again. “So good..” He mumbles. He loves how warm your hands are and how tightly they're holding his waist.

You breathe out as you reach his womb again, no resistance whatsoever. “I can't believe it..” You slowly thrust in and out of him, marveling at this scientifically impossible situation.

You shudder as you watch a cloudhymn tentacle cover your lengths completely, making it feel even better for the both of you. “Fuck-” You thrust into him harder.

“Yes- yes yes–” Dan Heng’s eyes roll to the back of his head. You reach over to stroke his t-dick, helping him get closer to his peak.

Neither of you last very long, filling him up with another thick load. You take a moment before pulling out again. You notice his body going limp. He passed out. You lay him down on his back and think about how you're gonna get him cleaned up without running into anyone else on the express.

Aside from the obvious reasons, you definitely don't want anyone looking at him. He's yours now, you should be the only one who sees him like this.

[kaiijo]

SUPER-GLUED JAR PRANK — [WIND BREAKER]

characters: sakura haruka, umemiya hajime, hiragi toma, togame jo content: gn! reader, a (very old) tiktok prank notes: they’re so silly, i love them

sakura haruka ✶

in hindsight, you should have known giving sakura the super-glued jar might not have been your best idea but his bright pink face paired with an inevitable tirade were too good to pass up. you can’t take all the credit for it — kotoha played a role too, supplying you with a nearly-empty jar of sprinkles and some acting. 

your boyfriend is sitting with nirei and suo when you emerge from cafe potus’s pantry with the jar. she feigns disappointment when she asks, “any luck?”

“no,” you say, shaking the jar in your hand for effect.

“it’s such a waste to just let all that stuff sit at the bottom.”

you turn to sakura and asks, “can you try opening it, sweetheart?”

sakura’s face flushes at the pet name, which makes his friends giggle, and he takes the jar from you. with each attempt his make, sakura scowls more and more, huffing as he sets it down. nirei suggests that he tap the lid against the edge of the table but sakura uses just a bit too much force and the glass breaks. you gasp and the trio at the table jumps back with fast reflexes. 

kotoha’s already running to grab a broom and dustpan and you’re reaching down to pick up the big pieces. sakura’s hand closes around your wrist before you can and he says, “are you crazy? you could hurt yourself, let me do it.” 

“no one touch it,” kotoha orders as she sweeps the shards up. nirei is apologizing profusely and sakura mutters an apology, complaining about how he almost had it and how they shouldn’t make jars that sealed that tight. when you come clean to him about gluing the lid, he’s huffing and puffing at you, and you make it up to him with a lot of food and a lot of kisses and cuddles in private. 

umemiya hajime ✶

you find umemiya on the roof of furin high, tending to his garden. your heart swells as you hear him coo at his plants, carefully and lovingly watering them. you almost feel bad about this little prank. almost, but you remember the prank he pulled last week with that fake rubber bug in your lunch so you don’t feel too bad.

you thank every star in the sky that sugishita’s not here at the moment because you’re pretty sure this prank would be the last thing you’d get to do if he was. “hajime?” you call to him.

 his head immediately swerves to look at you and his smile is as bright as ever as he set down the water can and makes his way over. he presses a loud, messy kiss against your cheek, and you don’t even have to ask umemiya; he notices the jar in your hand and says, “i can help you open that!”

“thanks,” you say and he takes the jar from you. 

he’s beaming when he replies with a breezy “no problem, baby!” and firmly grips the lid, giving it a firm twist. his smile dims a little and he tries again with no luck. umemiya squares his feet and gives it another go, and you can’t deny that seeing his arms bulge with exertion against the sleeves of his white t-shirt is in any way unpleasant.

he slides on his gardening gloves and tries again. the lid doesn’t budge and umemiya is pouting at the jar and mumbling, “i’ll be right back.” he disappears into the school for about twenty minutes. he comes back with a look of defeat, shoulders slumping. “i can’t help you,” he says. “i’m really sorry.”

oh my god, you feel your stomach twist in sympathy and you answer, “i know. i’m really sorry, haji, it’s because i super-glued the lid.”

he blinks once, twice, and then his smile is back on his face. he wipes some sweat off his brow and sighs in relief, “phew! i thought i’d totally lost my strength there for second!” you can’t help but stare at him as he grins, outshining the sun. what did you do to deserve this angel?

hiragi toma ✶

you walk into your living room, where hiragi is setting up a movie for the two of you to watch. “any movie in mind?” he asks as he leans back in the couch, remote in hand. 

“howl’s moving castle?” 

“again? we watched that last weekend too.”

you grin at him. “it’s not my fault howl’s so cute.”

your boyfriend rolls his eyes, grumbling, “he’s not that cute. and he’s not real.” before you can argue, hiragi motions at the jar in your hand. 

“can you help me open it?” you ask him, holding it out to him. 

he eyes it suspiciously. “you hate pickles.”

“i want to try them again.”

“but why buy an entire jar if you want to just—”

“can you please just open it? help me start this new journey in my life?” he still looks confused but, ever the dutiful boyfriend, takes it from your hand. 

one attempt. two, then three. by the fourth, you feel a giggle threatening to burst forth but the familiar sound of the air pressure releasing has your jaw dropping. hiragi doesn’t take the lid off entirely, letting it sit on top as he hands it back to you. he takes in your awed expression with a frown. “is everything okay?” he’s already reaching for his stomach tablets. 

“i super-glued this,” you say, still a little starstruck. “like, with a lot of glue. you weren’t supposed to be able to open it.” 

you show him the lid and as he swallows down the pill. he sighs, “you’re going to be the death of me.” 

togame jo ✶

“these looks so good!” tomiyama says, marveling at the spread of sandwiches and snacks you had brought to the park. he had been the one to propose a shishitoren picnic, though togame was the one who had pared it down to just a couple of people to make it more manageable. 

“thanks! help yourselves!” you reply, watching on with a small smile as the boys dug into the food you had prepared. you lean against togame, who rests his chin on your shoulder. 

he leans forward for a sandwich, handing you one as well. it’s your favorite variety of the ones you made and you’re thrilled that your boyfriend remembered that. as you take a bite, you figure this the perfect time to execute your plan. you reach into your own bag, pulling out a nearly-finished jar of chili oil. you nudge togame. “you think you can help me open this? i tried all morning.”

“sure,” he says, gently lifting it from your grasp. his arms are still around you as he makes his first attempt and you feel the quick breath he exhales as he tries again. he eventually untangles himself from you, eyebrows furrowing. “shit,” he says, “i don’t know if i can.”

tomiyama makes grabbing hands at it. “let me try!” togame hands it over to his friend and tomiyama tries a couple of times, pouting when he can’t open it either. he hands it over to sako, who glowers when he fails too. the jar gets passed between the shishitoren members present and each one is unsuccessful. the last guy hands it back to you and togame sighs, “sorry we couldn’t help, baby.”

as everyone else apologizes to, you feel a little bashful as you admit to gluing it. you’re relieved when they take it in good stride, letting out relieved cries and playfully protest. you pull out another jar of the same chili oil, this one totally super-glue-free and give it to those who want it as a peace offering.  as the group settles into a nice rhythm, you lean back against togame and his head finds its place in the crook of your neck again.

[bunji-enthusiast]

Hey can you do a reader oneshot where the player ended up become heavily emaciated from enduring starvation for so long to collapsing in the cave where Doey found them and take them to the Safe Haven where they interact with the Toys( and getting some food to be fed )? Something dark yet ended up getting a good ending

You, the ex-employee, have spent days or perhaps weeks starving, a shell of your former self. Your body, once strong and capable, is now reduced to little more than skin and bones. The hunger gnaws at you from within, twisting your thoughts into a blur of desperation. The world around you feels distant, as though your senses are failing, and every step you take becomes more of a struggle. 

time seemed to pass so differently where the light reached nowhere, you left it awhile ago. falling into the cold and cadaverous crypts, you could truly feel the full force of the torment that went on for the experiments here.

"sonuva-" You curse, taking another ragged step. the shortness of your breath was not left unnoticed by you yourself, it felt as if you were a shot-down tail-spun plane. there was no love here, not for you. you shake your head, trying to vy for some unforgotten strength you didn't muster just yet.

however, it seemed that wasn't the case.

unfortunately.

Collapsing into the cold, damp embrace of a forgotten cave within the Playtime Co. facility, your body gives way to exhaustion. You lie there, barely conscious, drifting between the waking world and the comforting darkness of unconsciousness. The hunger, the cold, the pain—each one seems like an insurmountable force in itself, but you no longer have the strength to fight.

the human body could be and has been impressive, proven in many cases. able to take on pain like nothing else or just even react faster and quicker then the average species of planet earth.

though, your body was nothing short of that. it was just that, average as anything else. in fact, it was already impressive enough that you managed to muster the energy to continue going on after the sudden self-imposed train crash after you had incidentally freed poppy. something you began to regret doing.

back then, you had repeatedly questioned poppy. to which she had only said a few decent answers, pick and choose you suppose. some seemed to hit home deeply, leaving her to deflect those specific ones. however, it's not as if you had a choice in the matter anyway. having no where else to go but----forward.

forward.

how ironic.

even if you had dearly wished for the children of playtime, each and every victim to have justice for their strife. you just couldn't keep going, you were just a human. only a human, against all those wrapped in monster-skins and facades.

you let out a sigh, wondering what you have done in your life; or any past lives for that matter as you cast an agonizingly long glance despite the pain, at the cold and desolate corners and hallways. the lights that flicker, and the shadows that the monsters prowl from within. you just wished something, or someone had ended you already.

people lost lives to this damned facility, what's one more?

It is there, in the deepest shadows of your despair, that Doey finds you. The plump, clay-like creature, bright and colorful in contrast to the gloom, seems to appear from nowhere. His long, playful limbs extend towards you, lifting you carefully from the ground as if you're nothing more than a fragile doll. Despite his cheery appearance, there is a certain understanding in his movement—a deep empathy that shines through the usual cheerfulness. Doey knows the pain of being lost, of enduring torment. 

you let out a low groan as the strange toy had jostled you to a safe position within his arms, or something on his body, you couldn't tell.

"Why?" is all you ask your savior.

though he didn't respond---that was something you had often asked of anyone and everything, in the factory of Playtime, that was all you seemed to ask. Especially since that very question circulated with finally finding out the bigger bodies initiative had existed, you weren't a higher up, no way; so you had no knowledge of such a thing.

not up until now.

The faint hum of the factory’s empty halls echoed through the long-abandoned Playcare dome. Dust and neglect had taken hold of the once-vibrant space, but none of this phased you now. your hand clutched the tape you had found hidden deep in a forgotten cabinet. It wasn’t the regular assortment of old company VHS tapes. No, this one was different. Something about the way it was buried, shoved aside, felt off. 

you slipped it into the player, fingers trembling. The grainy images flickered to life on the screen, an old commercial featuring Poppy, the doll that haunted you in your nightmares. But as you watched, you realized that something was wrong. This wasn’t just a commercial. The footage had been tampered with, and a series of frantic scribbles beneath the screen flashed warnings—"The bigger bodies initiative... They've been watching... they're still here..."

The tape abruptly cut off, and you stood frozen, mind racing. The implications were horrifying. The factory had always been a place of mystery, but this? This was worse. This wasn’t just about the toys. They had known about them—about you. And what had happened to the others? The missing employees? They weren’t just gone. They were still here. The realization was a bitter pill lodged in your throat, one you couldn’t swallow.

you growled, low and guttural, as anger boiled in your veins. The truth was out. And they had been hiding it from you and everyone else at the time. The bigger bodies—what were they doing here? Why weren’t you told? your thoughts spiraled, the once-seemingly innocent world of Playcare now twisted by the weight of this new knowledge.

The factory—your former place of employment—had become a prison of shadows and manipulation, its walls now hiding dark secrets beneath every creaking floorboard. you couldn't shake the feeling that it had always been like this. The sinister undercurrent had always been there, but you had never been able to see it until now.

you could feel the fury building in your chest, breaths coming quicker and quicker as you paced back and forth in the empty hall. The VHS tape had given you more than answers—it had opened a door you weren't prepared for, but now you couldn’t just walk away from it. No, there was no turning back now. 

your mind raced with the consequences of this discovery. There had been whispers among the employees, hushed voices passing around rumors of experiments, of something far more sinister happening in the darkest corners of Playcare. But you never took them seriously. you thought they were just scared, or paranoid. 

But now… now you saw it all for what it really was.

you gripped the worn edges of the tape, squeezing it so hard your knuckles turned white. your body tensed, ready to take action. This wasn’t a place to get scared. No, this was the moment for revenge. The factory had betrayed them—you—and it was time to find out who was behind this horrific "bigger bodies initiative." Whoever they were, whatever they were planning, you were going to stop them.

you headed for the deepest part of the factory, the place where the truth always seemed to lurk, hidden beneath layers of deception. The bigger bodies—they would pay for what they had done. 

And you would make sure no one ever came back here again.

You don’t know how long you’ve been out of it, but when you open your eyes again, you're in a place far brighter, warmer. A safe haven. The walls are decorated with worn-out toys that had long sought refuge, old but somehow still exuding life. You feel a strange sense of comfort in this room, where light and color seem to welcome you rather than mock your exhaustion. Doey, ever kind and patient, places a small meal in front of you. It's simple, but it's enough. The warmth of food, the comforting presence of someone who cares, stirs something deep within you—a feeling you thought had long since withered away. 

"thank... you" you rasped, barely managing the words you so wished to say.

Doey nods, as if he was conflicted for a moment, but then returns your sentiment with a gentle smile; "don't worry, you just rest up. we'll talk later." He pauses for a moment, almost trying to think of something else to say. Maybe words of comfort.

but he doesn't, and instead says, "okay?"

you nod simply, leaving your mind to wonder about your allies poppy and kissy missy.

As you eat, the toys around you, though broken and tired, offer their own forms of solace. Some of them play quietly nearby, others rest, and a few approach to offer small gifts or gestures of comfort. Among them, Doey's eyes—those holes where his face should be—soften, as if trying to reassure you without words. You are no longer alone. 

For the first time in what feels like forever, the weight of starvation, fear, and loss lifts. You don’t know what the future holds, but in this moment, you are safe. The darkness that once seemed suffocating begins to lift, and you realize, for the first time in a long while, that maybe—just maybe—there is still hope. The twisted factory and its horrors are far from over, but in this small corner of the world, you have found a sliver of peace.

Doey, ever the protector, watches over you as you rest, and though the path ahead may be fraught with danger and uncertainty, you are no longer alone. You have found the strength to carry on, even if just for another day. And in that, there is hope.

[jjoshbrolin]

come back to bed

a bucky barnes x reader fic

warnings: rated T for quick spicy moment - nothing graphic or explicit; no use of y/n; gender neutral reader; also reader has glasses because i never see fic w/ that!; post thunderbolts*; some angst and a lot of domestic/comfort/fluffy cozy time

word count: 1.4k

summary: you wake in the night to find your husband bucky isn't in bed with you, but he's asleep on the floor.

a/n: i haven't written something in months; and i haven't posted anything in almost a year oof; im a brand new bucky girlie (i know i know late to the party) so i hope this is ok!!!! first time writing him! thank you to my partner in crime for support w/ this @bobertreynolds !!

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When you open your eyes, you can tell it’s the middle of the night.

It doesn’t stop you from reaching over to the nightstand, grabbing your glasses, and tapping your cell phone to see the time. You wince from the brightness; you forgot to turn it down before you went to bed.

The lockscreen of your sweet husband Bucky kissing your cheek makes you smile. The screen goes black, and you forgot to look at the time. Tapping your phone again, you groan to yourself. It’s 4am.

At least you still have a few more hours to sleep, but why are you up in the middle of the night?

You put your phone and glasses back on the nightstand and roll over to find Bucky isn’t in bed.

The bathroom light is off, so he’s not there. You wonder if he got up to get a drink.

Leaving your cozy nest, you leave your bedroom, and head down the hall. There’s a faint glow coming from the living room. He’s up, watching TV.

When you appear in the doorway, his attention turns to you.

“Did I wake you?” is his immediate response. He reaches for the remote as if to turn the volume down, but you can barely hear it as it is.

“Are you ok?” you ask him walking towards the couch. Bucky outstretches his arms for you, and you take his hand. He pulls you onto his lap. Your legs drape across his thighs, and you curl into his chest. Your fingers smooth over the ribbed texture of his tank top, and you trace the chain of his dog tags. His metal arm is cradling your back and it’s cold through your pajama top, and he whispers an apology when you shiver. His lips press to your temple and his right hand smooths up and down your legs.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he answers finally, his nose pressing to your hair – breathing deeply. He takes in another breath, and you cuddle closer into him. He’s such a calm presence, and you feel yourself starting to fade.

When you yawn, he whispers, “go back to bed.”

“What about you?” you ask him through another yawn. You reach up to brush back a couple strands of his hair that had fallen to his forehead.

“I’ll join you in a little bit, get some rest.”

“Only if you carry me,” you giggle into his chest.

“Twist my arm,” he teases and slips his arm under your knees. His metal arm holds onto your back, and he stands easily. It makes your head spin a little bit at his super soldier strength, how you weigh next to nothing in his arms.

Bucky carries you down the hall, his lips pressing kisses to your temple the whole way there.

Gently he places you on your shared bed and pulls the covers up around you. His lips find yours in the dark and you kiss softly. Then deeply. You whimper into his mouth when your lips part.

“James,” you whine a little “I’m trying to go back to sleep,” you sigh.

“I can wear you out, if that would help,” he murmurs against your lips.

And that’s how you found yourself tangled in the sheets. Bucky’s lips and hands roam all over your skin. No part of you cares that you have work in the morning. You can’t get enough of him.

And wear you out he did. Your alarm wakes you in the morning. But it’s the smell of coffee that coaxes you out of bed. That means he’s still here. He makes the coffee for you. It doesn’t have any effect on him. He might drink a cup with you, but he’s never made it just for himself.

“Hi,” you smile at him when you reach the kitchen.

“Hi back,” he replies. He greets you with a soft kiss to your brow. He’s dressed for the day already, and you’re thankful for these small moments before he leaves.

“Did you get any sleep last night?”

“Some,” he tells you. There’s a little glimmer in his eye, clueing you in on the memory of last night. But you can still tell he’s tired.

You make small talk while you drink your coffee, and he heads out for the day. And you don’t think about it again until tonight.

He joins you in bed, same as always. And as if your subconscious knew, you woke up in the middle of the night again.

The bed’s empty. Again.

You head to the living room again. The TV is on, but it’s muted. In the glow from the screen, you can see your sweet husband Bucky is asleep on the floor. A couch pillow is under his head, and a couple throw blankets are on the floor and covering his legs – partially. It looks like he has kicked some of them off. There’s a slight sheen of sweat on his brow and his bare chest. It already hurts to see him on the floor, but that really breaks your heart.

You know everything, he has told you all that you wanted to know. You know about his past. About the nightmares. Your heart aches that it seems like they’re back.

You don’t want to disturb him, and as you turn to leave you hear his voice. Quiet and somber.

“I’m awake.”

You go to him then. You’re quick to sit down on the floor by his head. You comb your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp. His eyes close. His sigh is heavy.

“How long have they been back?” you whisper, still petting his hair.

“Few days,” he opens his eyes and looks up at you. There’s sorrow in them. As if he feels guilty he’s having nightmares. “I didn’t want to worry you. So, I came out here.”

“Worry me,” you smooth the back of your fingers across his cheek. The bristles from his beard tickles your skin.

“The void,” he tells you. You remember. This wasn’t long ago. He’d told you what he’d seen. Things he’s tried to forget. He doesn’t have to say anymore now for you to understand.

You lean down and press a kiss on his forehead. You start to stand, and he reaches for you. A silent plea not to leave. You’re not sure how many people have seen him like this you think. You’re glad you’re one of them.

“I’ll be back I have to get something,” you start so smile softly.

You return with pillows and blankets from your bed. You can barely see over the bundle you grabbed, but you know your way down the hall.

“What are you doing?” he huffs out in amusement.

“I’m going to join you on the floor obviously.”

“Sweetheart,” he shakes his head. His brows furrow. “You won’t be comfortable.”

“And you are?”

“At least,” he pauses “take the couch.”

You nod, but you drop all the blanket bundle onto the floor. You get to work on making him a big pile of blankets and quilts and a comforter you pulled from the closet.

“Humor me,” you tell him. He smiles at that, and he gives you a quiet “thank you.”

You lay on the couch with your blanket, and he lays on the makeshift bed on the floor next to you. You laid all the blankets out parallel to the couch and as close as you could get it. So, when you lay on the couch, your hand can touch him.

You lay so that you can stroke his skin. Whatever you can reach. It’s soothing to you both and you can hear his breathing begin to steady and even out.

You feel yourself drifting off to sleep. Having him close and knowing he’s ok allowing you to fall asleep.

When you wake, you’re in your bed. You shake your head a little, exasperated at him. Of course he couldn’t let you sleep on the couch; he wanted you to be comfortable. It was comfortable enough, but that didn’t matter you wanted to be near him.

You’re about to get up to go back to him, but you can hear his steady breathing next to you. You roll over and bump into his shoulder. He hums a little in his sleep, and he stirs.

You hear him take a deep breath. You feel bad he’s awake, but you take this opportunity to slip closer to him and put your arm across him. Your head rests on his chest, and he quietly pulls you in closer.

Bucky murmurs a quiet, “thank you,” before falling back asleep with you by his side.

[bewitched-hours]

Fantasy!Forsaken | Pirates!Noli7n7 x Siren!Reader (+ C00lkidd, Bluudud & Pr3typriincess)

When two pirates set out to find their kids, the last thing they expect is for a creature of distant tales to have grown protective of them.

Reader's getting She/Her~

You were a dangerous creature to behold.

Though you looked normal at first glance, most are smart enough to cover their ears when they notice your scales. That is, if they manage to before you spot them.

They say the voice of a siren is powerful but even more powerful was your wrath.

A simple scream can be enough to call forth the wrath of all the animals in your area and beyond.

To mess with you is to mess with the force of the ocean. A sin so great no sane person would dare to call upon it.

You always thought robloxians were ridden with greed and lust. Disgusting, vile creatures that will do anything for their own gain.

Even if the cost is that of innocence or whatever you used to believe in.

Back when you were still a guppy.

But you learned fast through your years.

They would do anything to get their sinful hands on your scales... And you didn't dare to wonder why.

Yet, you knew their young were as innocent as you used to be.

You couldn't fault them for the sins of their peers. Nor for the sins they had yet to commit.

What you didn't expect was to get into direct contact with such innocence.

You were stuck in a fishing net on a beach.

Although you were hidden between some boulders, it was getting harder to stay conscious with the lack of water and it caused you to have less and less strength to try and get yourself out of your restraints.

You were sure this would be the end. You just knew this would be the reason any Sirens outside of the deepest depths would be forced to lose to robloxians...

... Until you were suddenly splashed with water.

Taking a sharp and deep gasp, you sat up to notice your restraints had been cut open and you were glistening again.

And then you noticed three little shadows to your right.

Looking up at them, you noticed they were just kids. Innocent younglings who saved you from certain death with who you presume to be the eldest holding a pocket knife.

"Are you alright?!" The pink one spoke with concern and you couldn't do anything but nod with surprise.

Looking around, they seemed to be alone.

"Where are your parents, little ones?" You asked softly, glancing at each of them to note their unusual looks. Though you liked it, you had a bad feeling for the answer you might ge-

"They're still nearby! They're apparently looking for treasure!" The red child spoke with excitement and although you were glad your fears were for nothing, you knew from the way he spoke about it that you were dealing with the children of pirates...

Just your luck...

The blue one, who had cut you free, seemed a little confused. "Are you a mermaid or a Siren?" He asked bluntly, his straightforward question causing a chuckle to escape your lips.

"I'm a siren, my darlings. But I prefer to eat bigger meals than innocent children." You smiled, noticing that they seemed to have taken a liking to you. Only natural, given their instinctive curiosity and naivety.

They took turns keeping you from drying up as they asked you all sorts of questions and lifted you onto one of the boulders together to make it feel more like a game.

You couldn't remember ever having this much fun in a conversation but their honesty and innocence sparked an odd sense of warmth in you. They had to be protected.

For weeks you'd come back to the same spot and for weeks they'd find you to talk about anything and everything.

Sometimes you'd answer questions about the sea, sometimes they'd answer questions about the surface.

But unfortunately they would also talk about their parents which taught you some stuff you didn't bother thinking about but you remembered it regardless.

However, it might've been a mistake informing them where you've made yourself a home in an underwater cave...

You awoke in the gentle glow of the moon, smelling blood in your waters.

It wasn't just any blood, but robloxian blood...

That's when you perked up. What was a robloxian doing on the surface of your waters this late at night??

It sure as hell wasn't a pirate ship or you would've felt the water vibrate.

You groggily made your way towards the source only to break the surface and-

"Hi again!" C00lkidd's voice rang out gleefully.

... It was the kids...

... OH SHIT IT'S THE CHILDREN-

You panicked as the realization settled in and you quickly grabbed C00lkidd's hand, noticing the pocket knife in his other.

"Told you this was stupid..." Bluudud commented as you quickly drove back down and came back up within seconds to wrap the bleeding wound in some seagrass.

It wasn't much but it at least stopped the bleeding and could aid in the healing process. You just sighed in relief when he thanked you.

"We're sorry for the disturbance but we just really wanted to see you!" Pr3typriincess spoke with concern, likely not wanting to be scolded.

"Don't worry, I'm just happy to see you but please don't ever harm yourselves like that again or you might attract sharks." You lied, seeing as you knew sharks usually disliked robloxian blood but it was easier than to admit you might get hungry.

You didn't want them to fear you after all...

"I'm just surprised your parents would allow you out of the house this late..." You muttered, holding onto the edge of their little boat just in case.

"Oh, they didn't..." Bluudud answered, causing a small "Eh-?" To erupt from your throat.

C00lkidd kinda chuckled. "Yeah, we snuck out! We know when to go back though so they won't notice a thing!" Which brought a slightly louder "Eh-??" From your mouth.

"That's unless they wake up for a glass of water or something because I may have forgotten to close the day on the way out..." Pr3typriincess added, your "EH-???" Sounding more and more worried than before as you realized you probably had pirates to deal with now...

How many would there be?? Six- maybe eight??? Could you even handle that many without using your voice to lure them to their deaths???? You didn't want to cause your favourite children such trauma, for crying out loud!

But by the time you could finish that thought...

"Kids!" A voice rang out behind you and you instinctively turned around to prepare to protect them.

Surprisingly, it was a small boat with only two pirates that approached. They were equally as shocked to see you as you were to see them, though C00lkidd's voice brought you all back to reality.

"Hi dad! This is the friend we've been talking about!" You looked back in surprise. They've been telling these guys about you and they weren't immediately drawn to the hunt??? Surely they-

"Uh- yeah! That sure is a Siren..." One of them said and suddenly it made more sense.

They probably hadn't believed their own kids while talking about you. I mean, who would?

Still, you were hesitant to swim aside. "Alright, how about we all just relax. We came alone, so let us get our children back." The man in the back spoke up, his appearance not one you'd expect from a pirate but rather a jester but oh well...

"... You're lucky I'm a Siren with morals. For I refuse to destroy the innocence of a child." You spoke hesitantly, swimming to the other side of the boat and carefully pushing it towards them.

It wasn't a threat or a warning, it was a simple fact. And they could tell you cared as C00lkidd rambled on about you warning them of the sharks and helping with his cut.

But remembering the blood was making you hungry now... And that made you guilty...

You didn't want to be hungry... Not after the blood of a child was spilled...

"Uhm... How about we eat something? I happen to have brought some tuna with me." The gentler one spoke, seeming to notice your hunger first.

It was embarrassing but... You accepted.

That night was mostly spent talking about what you and the kids would often do while you secretly admired the way robloxians prepare tuna for consumption...

But ever since, you've decided to visit a cousin in the depths inbetween your visits to see the children and those... Pirates. You cousin was a sea witch who offered you a once in a lifetime deal for a favor. And you accepted.

Though you've waited to get close to your oddly charming robloxians, you eventually fulfilled your end of the deal by overthrowing a bigger pirate ship that had been heading past your territory and threatening the lives of those you actually cared about for once.

It was easy as can be, delivering the bodies to your cousin and receiving a necklace in return.

The necklace gave you the ability to turn into a robloxian when you dried up, allowing you to continue living but not being able to use the abilities of your voice in that form.

Really, it wasn't a complicated deal. And you'd be able to switch at will.

So it was obviously a shock to see you with legs for the first time, asking your pirate boys- Noli and 007n7- for help finding balance and learning to walk. It was like watching a baby deer wobble around. They found it adorable even when you'd scoff at them and tell them off for laughing at you, claiming they were cruel which was still a thousand times better than what you'd call regular robloxians.

But they weren't just regular robloxians to you...

They were your dumb but cute pirates with simply adorable children who gradually took to calling you their mother, making you emotional each time they first said it because the warmth and joy felt overwhelming.

"The change feels so weird every time..." You groaned, holding onto 007. You didn't have to re-learn walking necessarily but the first bit of path back to their home would always be spent with you getting used to the lack of buoyancy and needing to get used to moving your legs again instead of a singular tail.

But while Noli was making lighthearted jokes over it, 7n7 did his best to keep you upright while you slightly leaned against him to avoid falling. "Take it easy, love. You're being impatient." He spoke calmly, holding you gently against his body as you looked down at your legs to make sure you're moving them correctly. In sync with his.

Your voice was even a little off in this form but that was because the necklace covered your usually hypnotizing echo. "I swear I could kill Noli..." You muttered to your robloxian walking cane. "But you won't." He simply answered with a kiss to your cheek as a soft pink spread across your cheeks.

"Yeah, I won't..." You admitted as your tone softened, sighing. "You're both too cute to be harmed..." You decided to let out, watching 7n7 blush himself while the kids were waiting ahead.

In a way, this life was nice. You didn't have to give up the sea for love, you didn't have to give into the demands of some annoying pirate captain and you even became somewhat of a secret protector for this new home you've gained.

And news spread quickly. News how much safer the lands were that you lived in because any pirates looking to invade were mysteriously taken care of, how the two pirates in town managed to not only find themselves a wife to add into their relationship but also suddenly had a lot more power with you by their sides...

But you mostly focused on keeping this new life of yours. You were a wife, a mother, a guardian and still a siren. You could do it all and rarely had to crave robloxian meat after discovering that pig meat was actually a good substitute that even satiated you better.

As such, your unofficial(but you can't really make it official because you have nothing to prove you aren't a siren) husbands made sure to keep at least a bag of pig meat around for your visits. Just in case you got a craving.

The gesture surprised you when it first happened and had you getting flustered because of how sweet they were being with it but Noli's jokes obviously ruined the moment...

But you weren't a goody-two-shoes either. As stated earlier, you helped your husbands become more successful and would often join them in their searches for whatever treasure they set their minds too.

You were basically a natural at helping them, considering you could effortlessly delve deep into the waters and weren't afraid to get get your hands dirty or even recruit the help of nearby sealife.

They were both grateful, you knew that. Even if 007 was the only one to say it.

But this was nice... Just a family of your own...

It felt better than you would've thought...

This was actually really fun to write- I may love yanderes but by god do I love powerful women falling for pathetic men too-

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[undyingdecay]

hi Mae, can you write something with John Walker and thunderbolts!reader who has a cat like physiology (claws, speed, senses etc) and experiences heats and him helping her through it? If you're not comfortable with this I completely understand or if you need more information about heats then I can provide more details

when you first explained the concept of heat to him — eyes low, tone even, unwilling to let it sound as desperate as it always became — john had blinked once, twice. you watched the gears clunk slowly behind his eyes. and then, with the sort of dry certainty that could only come from a man who thought himself reasonable, he'd asked “have you ever thought about getting neutered?”

you stared at him for a long, long time. not speaking. not blinking. he stared right back, that damn brow cocked in that signature john walker way that made your tail twitch with irritation.

he was dead serious.

you didn’t respond. not at first. just turned away and let the silence steep. but you should’ve known it wouldn’t stop there — not with him. john had always been too curious about your physiology, too hands-on. clinical, sometimes. not cruel, but not exactly gentle either. the kind of man who touched things not out of affection but experimentation. he prodded the soft fur behind your ears once during briefing — just to see if they’d twitch. later, dragged the pad of his finger across the base of your spine under the excuse of checking a scratch, and grinned when your claws came out by reflex.

“you purr?” he’d asked, amused.

you didn’t answer that either.

but when it happens — when the pressure starts coiling low in your belly, the kind of full-body heat that makes your skin feel two sizes too small, makes your senses burn — you don’t have the strength to keep that same cool distance. not this time.

and of course he notices.

you start small. subtle, you think. brushing past him a little too often. leaning in closer than necessary to look at a mission tablet, chest nearly brushing his bicep. he grins, slow and smug, like he knows exactly what this is. and when you wrap your tail around his thigh — not even trying to hide it now — he laughs. soft. mean.

“you needy, kitty?”

you hate the way your breath catches. hate the sound of your own voice when you mutter shut up and roll your hips forward to brush against his leg, just a little.

he doesn’t shut up, of course. he never does.

he leans in, voice all syrupy drawl. “didn’t know you could get like this. always so pissy on mission. now look at you, fuckin’ purring on my leg like you need me to stuff it outta you.”

you hate him.

you hate how he looks at you. like you’re some twitching little thing in heat, crawling to him because biology demands it — and he’s right.

he’s right, and that’s what makes you clench around nothing.

his hand finds your hip. firm grip, grounding. almost nice. almost. until he says, “what? you want me to fix it? huh?” with that voice, all mock-gentle. like he’s indulging you. like he’s helping.

and god, you let him.

because you can smell the want on him, taste it under your tongue. he’s hard, twitching against your thigh through his pants, and still pretending he’s the one doing you a favor. like he isn’t about to fuck you so slowly, so lazily, that you whine and sob against his neck and claw bloody crescents into his back.

he stretches you open with his fingers first — even though you’re already dripping, already grinding down onto anything he’ll give you. he hums like he’s testing something. watching your cunt clench around his fingers like it’s a lab study, like he’s taking mental notes.

“you always this wet during heat?” he mutters, nuzzling against your jaw. “jesus. i barely touched you.”

he talks the whole time. can’t help himself.

smirks when your hips buck, when your tail lashes and tightens around his thigh. “didn’t even fuck you yet, sweetheart. ‘s this just instinct or are you actually this desperate for me?”

when he finally thrusts in — slow, cruel, to the hilt — you’re already shaking. head thrown back, body slick with sweat, claws dragging along his arms for something to hold. and all he does is groan, roll his hips forward, and say there we go. that’s it. let me help you, baby. like he isn’t using you as much as you’re using him.

he tells you he’ll take care of it. that you’re just worked up. he can help.

you want to spit in his mouth.

instead, you bare your teeth and moan for him, tail curled tight, scenting the skin of his throat.

later, he’ll act like it was all a public service. like he was doing you a favor, even as his hips stutter and he fills you, hand still wrapped around your throat.

he won’t stop grinning for days.

and neither will you.

(thinking about him warping your tail around his hand as leverage and forcing you into and arch while he pounds into you)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Plant dad’s Stucky

I know random but I just thought about them having a lot of plants and also giving them names. But their missions make it hard to take care of them 24/7 so they hire someone..

Just popped to my head and I thought I had to share this with you, because Idk who else to tell.

Like a Good Neighbour

Hopefully it's not too much. Here's a little idea that popped up. Thanks for the thot.

Warning: general creep factor, obsession, allusions to stalking.

"Hey, you think you can keep an eye on the place again. The monstera's finally looking good again." Steve leans in your door frame. arms crossed as they strain the sleeves of his cotton tee. He's got a leather duffel on his shoulder and his shield on his back.

"Does Captain America not have everything figured out? You're out there saving the world and I gotta save your English Ivy from rot." You scoff.

"I left Bucky instructions but... he forgets."

"Right. I guess I can look in. He's around?"

"In and out. It's been a lot of back and forth for both of us lately." He sighs.

"That's too bad."

"Oh, and Alpine's been eating the philodendron... Jerk."

You chuckle. "Cat's are so cute, aren't they?"

He shakes his head. "Still got that copy of the key?"

"Did I not give that back? Gee, I hope you don't think I'm a creep or something." You kid.

"Hey, no problem. Think me and the other old man can take care of ourselves," he straightens his arms and grins. "If a little trail mix goes missing or even some of the candy bars he keeps under the sink that he thinks I don't know about, won't be too much. Oh, and I'll even pay you."

"It's nothing, really."

"It more than that to me," he insists. "Anyway," he taps on the door. "Should head out. Usually I'm on everyone else for being late."

"Alright, Steve. I'll let you know if anything catastrophic happens. Like maybe the leaves start growing eyes."

"Right. Thanks. I really appreciate it."

"Like I said," you go back to fiddling with the broken zipper on the cushion. "It's no problem."

🪴

You knock on the door. You haven't seen either of your neighbours in a few days. You wait and try again. You don't mind the favour asked but can't help but feel intrusive.

When no answer comes, you shove the keys in the lock and let yourself in. You flip on the light as the keys jingle noisily. Steve and Bucky's apartment has a particular feel; weather wood and black iron. Very vintage.

A shelf frames one of the large windows, filled with overflowing pots of vine and leaf and a few petals. The smell of the foliage blends with the faint scent of cedar. You cross the apartment as you shove your keyring in your back pocket. You touch the soil; dry. The sun is streaming right in on the greenery.

You re-arrange a few pots. Some should be in direct light and these ones need a little recovery. You take the watering can from beside the shelf and turn. You gasp but don't shriek as you're met with an unexpected presence. Phew. It's just the cat.

The snow white cat stares. You watch he warily as you cross the apartment. Her eyes follow but not her. You go into the kitchen to feel the can.

As you carry it back out, a door opens and your voice finally tears free and breaks the lull. You touch your chest as you slosh water onto the hardwood. 

Bucky stands in the bathroom door, covered only from the waist down. A towel hangs precariously around his hips. His stomach is thick but muscled, his arms sculpted in the same layers of strength. You focus on his face.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Steve asked me--"

"He told me he didn't trust me. Wasn't me who killed the orchid." Bucky intones dully.

You nod. "Uh, right, I'm just going to water them and I'll be out of your hair."

"Mm," he hums. 

The white cat circles his ankles and he bends to pick her up. You look away, not wanting to see too much. You go to the shelf and pour the water over each pot.

"You got a mop or something? I'll clean up the spill before--" You reach up and stand on your toes, straining to get the higher row.

Bucky takes the can from you and you gulp back your surprise. He's close as he continues the task across the top. He hands it back quietly.

"I'll deal with it. Thanks."

"No problem. Um. I guess I probably don't need to come back, right? Since you're around."

"Leaving. Tonight." He says. The cat flops and bats at his foot. He looks down. "Can you feed her when I'm gone?"

You shrug. "Well, sure. I'm already feeding the plants."

"Thanks," he says. "She chews on any more of those and he'll sleep on the couch again."

You chuckle. "Plants can be fickle. Cat's too."

"Men too," he snorts and turns away. "Nice of you to do that but I'm still going to have to keep sneaking in new ones."

You narrow your eyes as he disappears down the hall. You almost laugh again. Of course he'd be sneaking in replacements. You're pretty sure the spider plant was in a different planter last time.

🪴

Your visits become daily. The cat is needier than the plants. She still avoids you, keeping the room's breadth away from you. She watches you, chaperones you even, as you check the plants. They look better.

You back up to take a photo for Steve. You send it and tuck your phone away. You go to the kitchen and grab one of the little trays of cat food Bucky left on the counter. She gets the fancy stuff.

"Filet mignon, oooh." You say as you scrape the food into her dish. "You eat better than me."

You carry the bowl to the little holder and put it beside the water dish. She's quick to shove her head into the pate.

You stand and back up. Your foot hits something on the floor as you do. It's small. You squat to scoop it up. You lift the charm and hold it up. You recognise it. Huh?

The last time you wore this, you thought you lost it on the train. How did it get here? You're happy to see it but you're confused. Or maybe you just didn't notice the empty chain until later.

You put it in your front pocket and look around. Wait a minute. You never paid that much attention when you came to their apartment. Always just in and out. But that's your mug. With the Ojibwe art. It's hand-crafted and one of a kind. You thought it got lost in the move. That was so long ago.

You bristle. What the heck? Are they some sort of kleptos? The necklace could be a happy accident, but the cup?

You slowly trawl through to the front room. You look around cautiously. You pace through the front room. That's your copy of The Stand. You know because the strip of tape across the spine.

This is wild. They knew you were going to be here. Could they be that clueless or that brazen?

You leave the book and charge around, fueled by shock and anger. In the bathroom, there's a tray on the shelf beneath the mirror. On it is your old toothbrush you threw out and a ball of hair. Your hair. What in the fuck?

There's a clear container right above the toilet. No fucking way. Ew, ew, ew. Your panties and menstrual pads. Used. You nearly gag.

Your outrage turns to disgust then piques to horror. You need to get out of there. Now.

You turn and find the doorway blocked. You blink at Steve as he chews his lip, the tendons in his neck tensing. His mouth curves weakly and his brows wrinkle.

"You were supposed to water the plants." He says.

You stare at each other as the statement hangs in the air. It's shadowed by what he doesn't say; about what you weren't supposed to do; or supposed to notice. You both know there's only one way out and who will win that fight.

[4ever-me]

Your boyfriend gets jealous of you hanging out with your friends.

🫧 Pairing: Baekjin X Fem!Reader

🫧 Warnings: jealousy, unprotected sex, Dom!Baekjin, impact play(?), strength kink(very light), Baekjin is a little sensitive, degradation (whore).

does not follow the drama's storyline, so all the characters are of legal age. Minors DNI

🫧 A/N: This was a request, so I hope you like it. <3 English isn't my first language

You had just come back from an afternoon with your friends: Baku, Gotak, Sieun and Juntae. Your boyfriend, Baekjin, had already shown how uncomfortable he felt about you hanging out with them, but they were just your friends, and you were already friends with them before you met your boyfriend. You had nothing to do with Baku and Baekjin's fights.

He always asked you to hang out with him and his henchmen, but you thought they were idiots and preferred to stay with your friends. You didn't hang out with them as often after Baekjin told you he didn't like them. But that wouldn't make you completely distance yourself from your friends.

You were on your way to the bowling alley where Baekjin spent half of his time. He had called asking you to come to his office. You go downstairs, seeing several young people gambling, smoking and drinking; you see some guys from the Union and go straight to your boyfriend's office.

You stop at the door, knocking and waiting for his answer. When you hear his muffled voice, you go in and close the door right away.  You see Baekjin studying, staring at the papers as he writes. Your body walks towards his desk, stopping in front of it; the boy continues writing without even threatening to look at you. He puts down his pen, touches his cell phone, sees the time it took him to solve the problem, stops the timer and looks at you for the first time that night. His beautiful, drawn eyes look at you firmly and perhaps a little angry, different from the normal look he always gives you.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, trying to understand his look. He doesn’t answer, just stares at you. And that’s when it hits you: he’s jealous. He knows you were with Baku and his friends.

“Look, I’m sorry! I know you don’t like this, but my friends are important to me too!” You try to make his anger subside, but he just turns his head, giving you a sideways, ironic smile, before looking back at you. He stands up and stops in front of you with his face close to yours.

"No need to be jealous. They're just my friends..." Before you can finish speaking, he grabs your neck, pushing you against the wall; without letting go of your neck, he presses his body against yours.

"I don't care if they're your friends; I'm your boyfriend and I don't like you going out with them!" He squeezes your neck and you feel the air leaving your lungs. And you're not lying when you say you're loving it.

Your eyes close, feeling your panties get wet. He lets go of your neck, slapping the side of your face; not too hard, but enough to turn your face to the side.

"Look at me when I talk to you!" He grabs your face, forcing you to look at him. "Isn't one man enough for you? Do you need five to satisfy yourself?" He mocks, spitting mean words in your face. You whimper, trying to speak. He lets go of your cheek, holding your neck again, but without squeezing.

"I just need you..." Your voice is low.

"That's good to know" He smiles, caressing her face "So next time, obey me when I say you won't go out with those guys." He slaps your face again.

Baekjin slips his hands under your skirt, easily ripping your panties. You jump in fright and he doesn't even give you time to recover before pulling the fabric of your shirt, making the buttons pop off.

He pulls down his pants, grabbing your legs and making them intertwine around his waist, lifting you off the ground with ease. He thrusts his already hard cock into your wet pussy, you gasp at the sudden stretch, feeling it burn, since he hadn't prepared you. He doesn't wait and starts moving, you grip his shoulders tightly.

Your boyfriend wasn't usually rough in sex, he was calm and delicate, always caressing you and touching you as if you were going to break, but you loved it when he fucked you hard like that.

You see him looking at where you're connected, opening his mouth a little in a silent moan. You know he's sensitive and especially when he's inside you, and you know he's holding back as much as he can.  He comes out of his trance and holds your legs tighter, before moving with even more force, you moan and close your eyes, he lets go of one of your legs, grabbing your face and squeezing it, you open your eyes.

"Look at me" He says firmly "You're already so sensitive that you can't even keep your eyes open." He mocks again. The hand that was on your face goes down to the middle of your legs, rubbing your sensitive bud, you get closer to his face trying to kiss his lips, but he pulls away smiling.

"I don't kiss whores" He pulls your bra down, staring at your breasts. You whimper, squeezing yourself around him, feeling your orgasm approaching, but he stops, taking you off the wall, going towards the table, dropping everything you had on it, and laying you down, moving quickly again, he grabs your breast, squeezing it. He moans softly, looking back at your pussy that grips his cock tightly.  He speeds up, you feel his cock twitching inside you and you feel your orgasm approaching again, he starts rubbing your clit, you tremble and scream his name, when you reach your climax. You feel the warm sperm inside you and Baekjin lies on top of you, breathing heavily in your ear, before speaking.

"I expect you to obey me from now on."

[twistyfish]

prompt~ non-mc reader feeling sad because she feels she lacks the relationship mc has with the lads. requested by anon!

Zayne

Her long, straight brown hair fell in front of her face, and she tucked it behind her ear with slender fingers. Her laughter filled your ears like sticky molasses, and you couldn’t wash it out no matter how hard you tried.

In front of her kneeled Zayne, wiping a cut on her knee with a wet tissue and bandaging it, kissing it gently. You watched as he chided her for being careless and getting hurt.

You wished he would scold you like that.

They stood up and walked away, his arm subtly resting around her waist to support her.

She rested her head against his shoulder. She was so brave. She got injured often because of her profession.

You were an accountant. Your last injury was a paper cut.

The wind blew her hair into Zayne’s face, and you watched him brush it away and arrange it neatly on her shoulders with a smile.

They walked away into the distance, and all you could do was watch.

Sylus

“Can you get my back?” Sylus asked, holding out the bottle of sunscreen to MC.

She nodded and began working the cream into his back, massaging his shoulder blades as she went.

Sylus smiled as she used her strength to massage him. “Nice arm, kitten.”

You sat next to your sandcastle, patting the wet globs of sand together into rough turrets. It was coming together, sort of.

Sylus crouched down next to you. “How’s the castle coming along?”

“It’s getting there.”

“Do you want to come surf with us?”

You hesitated. Truthfully, you weren’t very adventurous. You were a little nervous to ride the waves.

“Come on, it’ll be fun!” MC smiled at you, her surfboard held under her muscular arm.

“Um, no, I’m okay,” you responded shyly.

“Alright. Have fun building, then.” She waved at you and they both turned, running into the waves. MC squealed as the cool water hit her legs, and Sylus laughed his deep, rich laugh. He splashed her, grinning as she made various high pitched noises in response.

You sat with your sandcastle, smoothing the sides with no zeal at all. Your focus was gone. All you could think about were her hands on his back, his grin as he splashed her, their shared laughter as they ran into the water.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Sylus shouting. “Hey! Come in, it’s nice and cool.”

You shook your head.

Rafayel

“Wow, your drawings are ass,” Rafayel remarked.

“Shut up, loser.”

“Look at __’s drawing. It has such a nice composition.”

You felt pride swell in your chest at his compliment. “Thanks, Raf.”

“Of course, cutie. I’m just telling it as it is. Ms. Bodyguard could learn a thing or two from you.”

“I don’t understand how you can get everything so proportional,” MC grumbled.

“Here, let me show you.” He stood up and positioned himself behind her, taking her hand with the pencil in it and mapping out rough lines.

“Just make the general shapes first,” he murmured, hand guiding hers across the paper.

You looked away, trying to focus on your own drawing. You could hear him softly instructing her, and you sort of wished you were a beginner too in that moment.

You mindlessly sketched, and you ended up with a lazy looking cat.

“Oh, is it sad?” Rafayel asked peering over your shoulder.

“No, it’s sleepy.”

“Sleepy all the time, just like you,” he said playfully to MC, elbowing her.

“I’m not sleepy all the time! You’re thinking of Xavier,” she argued back. They continued to bicker as you watched.

Maybe it was a little sad.

Xavier

You rang the bell out of politeness despite knowing Xavier’s door code. You had made some banana muffins, and you wanted him to try them. When there was no answer, you figured you would just go inside and drop them off in the kitchen.

You entered the door code and walked inside quietly. As you passed through the living room, you had to stifle a gasp. Xavier and MC were laying together on the couch, under the blanket.

You immediately looked away, setting the muffins on the counter and moving to tiptoe out of the room. Unfortunately, the rustling woke them up.

“__? Is that you?” Came Xavier’s groggy voice.

“No- yes! Um, I just came in to drop off some muffins. I’m leaving, don’t worry!”

Xavier sat up, the blanket falling off his shoulders and pooling around his bare chest.

Your eyes widened and you turned around.

“Hey, __. Where are you going?” MC was off the couch (wearing clothes, thankfully) walking towards you.

“Yeah, sorry about that. We just got back from training and crashed. We were both exhausted,” Xavier said.

Oh. They were sleeping.

“Sorry for waking you guys.”

“Don’t worry about it. Want to nap with us?”

You paused. “I’m good, don’t worry. I’ll just be going now.” With that, you awkwardly put your shoes back on and left the house. The image of them snuggling under the blanket was cemented to your brain.

That night, you slept hugging a pillow.

[3ight-3y3s]

S O M E T H I N G x S T U P I D

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✦ Sevika x FemReader ✦

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//Fluff//Light Smut//

Summary: Modern Au, Mechanic Sevika finally warms up to the bosses daughter.

Note: I wrote two scenarios for this one,

✦ click this for the other one.

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You curse as you step outside of your stalled vehicle and kick the front tire. You pinched the bridge of your nose. Just perfect. Your father tried to tell you to bring it in but you insisted you knew your vehicle better than anyone and that she was fine. Turns out you were wrong and now going to miss your classes for the day.

You sighed out a onset of curses as you pulled out your phone and called your dad's shop. It rang for an annoyingly long time. The person who answered must have felt the same because they just answered with a frustrated "What?"

"Hi Sev, um... Do you think you could give me a tow to the shop?" You asked nervously. What you didn't see was her face instantly softening at the sound of your voice.

"Text me your location." She said without hesitation. She needed a second away from these bozos anyway. The shop full of men perfectly capable of answering the damn phone.

"Thank you Sev, I really appreciate it." You meant it too. Sevika was your favorite staff member. She didn't talk much but she was always so polite.

Not to mention extremely hot. You were pretty sure she was for the girls but she never talked about her personal life. Besides she was quite a bit older than you and would probably never think twice about it. Everytime you saw her you just cursed the universe for not letting you be born sooner.

She showed up a lot faster than you were expecting. "What did you speed the whole way here?" You teased. She cleared her throat in response.

"A lil bit." She admitted. She just hated the idea of you being stranded on the side of the road alone. You laughed a little bit before thanking her again. After hooking up your car she got out the truck to open the passenger door for you.

The gesture made you blush. "Sevika..." your voice was so unsure that you were almost positive she wouldn't hear you, but she did.

"Hm?" She responded still holding the door open.

"It's too high and you don't have any steps attached." You said embarrassed. She turned her head trying to hide the smile threatening her lips. You saw it clear as day. "I'm walking." You said turning around. You got a couple steps in before Sevika's large hands found your waist filling your stomach with a million butterflies.

Within like two seconds flat you were sat and she was closing the truck door behind you. Alternatively to your struggle she got in with ease which only further cemented your embarrassment. You doubled over covering your face with shame. She chuckled in response as she pulled out onto the road.

In juxtaposition to her race to you, she seemed to be taking the scenic route back to the shop. It gave you time to calm down and even though it was quiet it was nice getting to spend time alone with her. You cleared your throat which earned you her attention.

"Hm?" She responded. You weren't trying to earn her attention but now that you had it you kind of wanted to keep it.

"So um... do you have a girlfriend? O-Or boyfriend?" You asked. She grinned softly as she subtly gripped the steering wheel tigher.

"No, I don't have a girlfriend." She responded.

"Oh... Do you want one?" You asked hoping for further clarification. She scoffed in response.

"Are you offering?" She teased.

"N-No I meant- Well not no, I mean I wouldn't be opposed- but I just meant um... you're just going to let me keep floundering here aren't you?" You bit your lip to stop yourself from digging a deeper hole.

"Should we stop somewhere?" She offered.

"Huh?" You replied obliviously. She shook her head looking up for strength.

"Forget it." She said embarrassed. The two of you fell back into silence. "Wait there." She said as she pulled into the shop. She got out and made her way around to your side. This time instead of just handling you, she offered you her hand.

You accepted it and she helped you out of the truck before shutting the door after you. "Thank you again." You said fixing your skirt. She hummed in response with a soft nod of acknowledgement. You pouted slightly. She was back to her quiet self already. You completely dropped the ball.

You cursed as you headed to the back of the counter to work on your school work. Sevika took on your car personally. The longer it took the more stupid you felt for not bringing it in sooner. One by one the rest of the employees clocked out until it was just the two of you. You bit your lip as you watched her work. She was so finely crafted.

Just as you got up to tell her to maybe call it a night, she popped up with "There, good as new." She seemed startled by how close you were. She didn't hear you shuffle over.

"Ugh thank you! I'm so sorry you had to work on it for so long. I'll definitely bring it in more often." You said resting your hand on its hood grateful it lived to see another day. Sevika grinned. In reality it was an easy fix. At one point she was literally just taking a nap under the car. She was able to actually fix the problem in the last 15 minutes.

You looked around at the empty shop and bit your lip as you debated whether or not to say something stupid. "Is there any way I could repay you?" Your dad insisted that you never had to pay. It was rule everyone was well aware of. However Sevika spent such a long time on it...

She shook her head no. You reached out to grab hold of her hand which took her by surprise. "Are you sure, you spent such a long time on it and-" She knew what you were doing. That didn't make it any less shocking. You were bating her.

The way you were moving closer to her, you kept your lips parted and batted your eyelashes. Your eyes kept doing the triangle method. This wasn't what she had planned. She was just hoping for another opportunity to ask you out but you were begging so loudly without words. She leaned down to kiss you.

You kissed her back greedily as your hands found their way into her hair. She held your waist before slightly lifting you off the ground. She gently set you down on the hood of your car whilst maintaining the kiss. She slid her hand up your leg until she made it to your knees. She gently urged you to part them for her. You were hesitant but couldn't refuse her.

You slowly spread your legs for her as she trailed kisses down your body. She pushed up your skirt as she trailed kisses up your inner thighs. You were so dizzy with lust you were sure this was just some kind of wet dream. But it wasn't. Sevika was on damn her knees for you.

She laced her fingers under either side of your underwear before looking up at you for permission. You nodded breathlessly but she just raised a brow in response. "Please" was all she needed to hear before making you completely unravel and realize that despite her quiet nature, her mouth worked perfectly fine...

[anaargent]

ANOTHER FIVE PT 2

FIVE HARGREEVESXREADER

parte 1 aqui -> https://www.tumblr.com/anaargent/758436879965274112/the-heaven-is-here?source=share

-Ookay - you say after a long pause, your hands tightly clasped with the new five, who after ending the confusion stated that everything was wrong in this timeline - so shouldn't I be in this line?

-Almost that - he says, still sitting on the couch next to you - you shouldn't be on that five's timeline - with a tone of disdain on his tongue, he points to his five, who was now in commission mode activated, keeping a safe distance from his clone - by the way, you don't look anything like me, I must say my dear.

Five glares at the other, the gears in his head turning, perhaps debating between hitting the clone or listening to him

-so where is she supposed to be, genius? - Diego asks confused, with a defensive tone. Everyone seemed to exist with all the information.

-Max - the new five says unperturbed, his personality was almost as unfriendly as the five from the first Apocalypse - She's part of my timeline, where no disappearance happened.

-So how the hell are you here and she is too "Max"?- Five approaches cautiously - how are we going to trust you?

- As much as I would love to, we don't have time to strengthen relationships here, little brother - Max says smiling as he gets up, pulling me with him - apparently you're not smarter than my family either, so I advise you to hurry up and look for Viktor and Ben, you're coming with me, dear - his tone became softer as he turned to me.

Klaus and Diego stand up together, ready to protest. -Whoa, wait a moment - you say, planting your feet on the ground - where am I going? How will I know you're telling me the truth.

Max keeps a calm look - You'll need to trust me, just like you trusted him - he points to Five. After a few minutes of discussion and a farewell too brief to calm his mind, everyone was ready to try to save the world once again. - Stay sober and take care of yourself - you sniff as you pull away from Klaus' hug, who murmurs a sad "I promise but I don't know if I'll keep my word" - and you too, brother - you jump into Diego's open arms, who was trying his best not to be shaken by the sudden separation.

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-So this is the plan? I'm just going to swallow that shiny thing into the void and that's it? - You mumble in confusion, already sitting in the strange subway with Max - Does it all end?

He turns around smiling, a hint of nostalgia filling his beautiful eyes (focus s/n! This has happened before) - Everything ends, the timelines will be separated, everyone in their places, and you with me.

You let out a nervous laugh and look away from the intense look he gave you to the extremely interesting subway window - It doesn't make sense - You turn back to him - How did I end up on the wrong line?

-Believe me, I've been looking for this answer for years, but you're here now- he answers in a melancholic tone, there was more behind those words, but for now you decide not to press this new five, who seemed more fractured by time than the five you know, as if he had already seen too much of this world, and maybe he had .

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You were standing in front of what looked like a huge slimy ball, with a deformed face and long fingers. Scared wouldn't be an accurate word for what you were feeling right now. Closing your eyes, you put your hands on the ground, where the roots of the giant slide spread everywhere, feeling them move over your fingers. "Come on, girl," you murmured nervously. "It's all or nothing."

Then you felt an intense pain take over your body, tearing your skin to rise to the surface, opening the great void and swallowing everything in that damned mall. Everything was a blurry memory, the void sucking the Durango completely, draining all your strength. When you opened your eyes, you gathered the courage to smile tiredly. It was over, your family was saved. Exhaustion finally set in, taking what was left. You prepared to hit the ground and surrender to the void. But you felt soft hands hold your body, lifting you from the cold floor, pulling you out of unconsciousness.

-You got it my lovely little wife, now let's go home - Max smiled proudly as he wrapped the girl in front of him with his arms devotedly. watching you smile lightly as you rested your head on his shoulder.

[towriteloveontheirarms]

Longing (Aemond Targaryen x Servant!Reader)

synopsis: “You are wasting all this time away from what you could have.” He whispers against your lips.

“How could I so selfishly take something that will never truly be mine. For if it where it would mean you had lost everything.” You murmur back, finally caving and resting your forehead against his.

warnings: forbidden love, love confessions, afab reader

word count: 1.5k

taglist: @hopelesswritergall @urmomsgirlfriend1 @legitalicat

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Being a chambermaid employed by the royal family meant that you were closer to them than most low born people could say. It also meant that you were closer to them than most would ever be. You had begun your service as prince Aemond's chambermaid shortly after your four and tenth name day which was more than just a few years past now and, in that time, the initially fearful flutter in your stomach at the Targaryen prince’s presence had changed. Your palms still sweat, and your heart still missed a few beats, your muscles still tensed, and your breath still fell short. Yet the air around you feels different. Instead of suffocatingly thick, it seems charged with energy.

Still, ever aware of where you come from as opposed to his royal background, you push any of it aside and continue your service. All but too happy when you get reassigned to the princess Helaena´s chambers. Unknowing as to what brought on that change, carefully veiled by the Queen who feared her son’s infatuation with you grow, hoping it would keep the prince´s eye away from you. It wouldn´t. Nothing ever could. He had always gotten what he wanted, one way or another.

You felt the burning gaze in your neck whenever he was unoccupied by lessons, training or sleep. Every free second he is given. Though him watching you isn´t quite as hard as when he tries to talk to you.

“Have you ever known the feeling of love?” Aemond asks you in an empty hallway one night.

Gasping at his sudden, silent appearance, you stumble a step back. “A-apologies, your highness?”

“I asked if you have ever been in love.” He repeats.

Unsure if it is better to answer truthfully or not you decide for it. Just as your palms start to sweat and your stomach begins to flutter again.

“I have.” You admit with a burning face.

“How does it feel?” He implores further, taking a step towards you.

“In all truth I do not know how to answer your question.” A nervous huff escapes your lungs. “Because it is not the happy tale I assume you wish to hear.”

Aemond closes further in on you until you feel the cold stone wall of the red keep pressed against your back and his warm breath barely grazing over your face. “Tell me anyway.”

“There is nothing to tell. He is of noble birth, so I had no choice but to ignore my own feelings. Lest a confession endangered my position in the castle.” You try to push down any revealing glimmer in your eyes as he lays a finger underneath your chin to force you to look up at him.

“Have you ever considered his feelings? He might hope and wait for a confession. Your position would not be endangered if he is with you willingly, is it?” The look in the blond´s eye had seldom been witnessed to be as soft as it is in this moment.

You can barely handle the cold guilt that floods your nervous system at the prospect of it. “No, that would be an even worse fate.”

For a moment a heavy silence reigns over the atmosphere in the corridor. You are captured by his intense energy, but you know that your differences drive you too far apart to be together. Not in this life. Collecting all your strength, you free yourself of the spell.

“You will have to apologize me, your highness.” You mumble quickly before running back to your chambers.

Leaving him behind confused and displeased with his own haste having driven you away. Arriving out of breath and agitated, your stomach churns until the moment your eyes close. Yet even in your dreams the thought of Aemond won´t bring you any peace.

For the following tenday or so the two of you go back to the usual routine. You go after your duties day by day while Aemond watches. Secretly planning his next step. Careful not to drive you away any further than he already might have had. If only he knew how high the fire of passion was burning inside of you. Longing, yearning for what he was offering. Only barely contained by your insistent reminders how much there was at stake were he to pursue his feelings for you.

When he approaches you again, you are in the same corridor. Just about to prepare a bath for the princess. His steps silent as always, sending a cold shiver down your back as he calls out your name.

“You will never love anyone like that ever again. You will be like an empty vessel waiting to be filled, yet never being able to find what you are truly searching for…” He murmurs intimately.

Coming to a stand mere inches in front of you, leaning his head down to regard you with an all but reverential look from that dark, lilac eye. His hands find yours to interlock your fingers. Keeping you from running so fast again. He had thought long about how to talk to you without it, but now that he stood before you the words just broke out of him. Making your breath shudder as you take in the words. Struggling to cope with the intensity of the situation.

 “I am willing to sacrifice that, if only it means to spare him from the fate he would suffer if he chose me.” You croak.

It is wrong to be so close to him, but by the seven it feels so right. He was so unapologetic and unwavering in his pursuit, and it felt good to be wanted. Even if your body couldn´t help but be on high alert. His eye searches into your own. Longing, aching for your love.

The usually brooding facial features, consumed by the agonizing need to have you. “You cannot spare him from fate. On the contrary. You are hurting him more by not embracing your love.”

Aemond´s hands cup your cheeks, gently. You watch him come closer inch by inch, frozen in place. When his lips lay on yours in a tender kiss, you don't dare to close your eyes. The chances of being caught still ever present in your brain. Still your hands grip the leather of his doublet impossibly tight. The touch only lasts a moment, and his eyes remain closed as he hums afterwards.

“You are wasting all this time away from what you could have.” He whispers against your lips.

“How could I so selfishly take something that will never truly be mine. For if it where it would mean you had lost everything.” You murmur back, finally caving and resting your forehead against his.

“For as long as there is breath in my lungs, I swear to you that no matter who I am wed to my heart will be yours to hold only. I will worship every inch of you in the shadows of the castle and the dark of night.” He promises.

“But what are stolen moments and hidden alcoves if they do not save you from the danger of the affair. If you will never be able to not worry about the prying eyes and judgemental tongues of the court.” You argue back. Yet the intention of stopping the arising longing is far failed.

Your heart clenches with the wish to have the prince as freely as his future wife could.

“It will be whatever we wish. Our own little world.” He rasps and something inside of you breaks.

The strength you had shown all this time to stay away from him is eradicated by the sweet nothings.

“It sounds so simple.” You concede in a doleful tone.

“It can be. If you let it.” Aemond murmurs, one of his hands wandering into your hair. “I beg of you. Do not refuse what we could have anymore.”

“I will not.” You whisper.

The blond closes the infinitesimal gap between your lips anew. This time your eyes flutter close. Trusting him to be safe in your privacy. The hand still on your cheek, cradles your face as the other presses up ever so gently against the back of your head. Guiding you into the affectionate touch. His lips capture yours. Hungry for anything yours are willing to give and expressing every ounce of emotion that had been repressed for years. His tall frame presses against you, your arms snaking around his middle to splay your fingers over the cool leather covering his back. Your heart skips like never before. Your lips linger for a moment longer before you part. It could have been an eternity or just a blink of an eye and your eyes flutter open hesitantly. The air around the two of you buzzes, the energy the only sound in your ears beside your blood rushing with adrenaline.

“I love you.” You whisper. Scared to wake up and have it all be a dream if you speak any louder.

“I´m yours. Forever.” Aemond murmurs back.