#yess show us that chest

[namjooningera]

I'm unsure if your Request are open, deeply apologizing if I disturbed you.

: Need more yandere captivated stuff, like them constantly clinging to their sweet love, locking the bedroom door at night and only giving their captivated lover permission to leave the room only if they're awake. ♡

mwa, absolutely love your writing.

Their rules - Yandere JJK

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji

AN: the boys’ rules for you, plus them being clingy. A bit of the past and background before they kidnapped u ;3

TW: starving, slight Stockholm syndrome, manipulative

Ahhhh yess requests are open thanks for asking!! (≧∇≦)b

Gojo-

Hes unbearable. His rules are short and simple, but the man himself is insufferable.

He clings onto you, legs around your thighs, head on your chest, while you lay in bed. You try to push him off, but the man is so much bigger than you. He doesn’t move an inch, it was like trying to move a brick wall.

You remember the first time he giddily told you the rules.

“Ok ok listen-“ he said in the middle of giggles, then straightened up his back to look serious but it was obvious he was still giddy.

“Hum.. No touching the stove when I’m around, No watching tv, that’s a reward not a privilege, you can earn watching it. No ignoring me, no sleeping without giving me a kiss or cuddles.”

He hums. “there isn’t much sweet thing…I just want you to be happy.” But his smile is sickly and you know there’s more to what he’s saying.

You know there’s unspoken rules he doesn’t say, like how you need to constantly keep him in a good mood.

When you were first taken by him, you rejected his every advance. Every time he wanted kisses or cuddles or even something simple, like for you to look at him. You said no, turned away, and slumped in bed.

At first he let it go. He was patient. He was just happy that you were there. That you couldn’t talk to others, look at others, and your attention would all be to him in no time.

But you refused this little charade, and you could see him slowly start to become more agitated. It’s when he stopped coming home to make you dinner (the dinner you barely ever touched anyway), and the way you felt like he was forgetting about you.

He’d always refill the things you ran out of. The bottle of water on your-his nightstand. The sanitary items and hygiene products you use. He’d always refill the pantry with all your favorite snacks and sweets.

But he stopped. And that got scary. Your mind was already in shambles, now you were thinking, what if he’s going to leave you for dead? Stop refilling, stop visiting, until you pass away in this locked hell.

Finally, he came home tonight. Around midnight. He never came that late before- it was always around 8 pm or 9 when he was really late, he always made sure to come home early enough to make you dinner.

You were starving, and you peeked from the hallway to see him stumble in, then throw himself on the sofa and then the tv on.

You weren’t really allowed to watch tv. You wonder if you could earn it. You watched him slump over, eyes heavy with a glare. He never really looked like this, honestly he always looked giddy and happy. Happy to come home to you. But now he just looked angry, upset, pissed. But it never seemed like it was to you.

He never showed you he hates you, he just stopped trying- stopped talking to you.

But why did that seem scarier than just straight up punishing you?

You slowly took a few steps out of your peeking spot, to be in his eyesight. Normally he’d be delighted, thinking you came to ask him for something or you wanted to talk, anything really. But this time he didn’t even look up from the tv. As if you weren’t there, as if he didn’t notice you.

That just added to your nervousness.

So you decided to do something incredibly stupid.

You hated his giddy happy side, but for some reason, you missed it know. At least before, the aura of the home stayed light and happy. Even if you weren’t happy. But now, the tension is fucking palpable. It’s heavy, and disgusting. You feel scared to even walk a few steps that’s how heavy the air feels right now.

Slowly you walk over to him. He doesn’t budge. His arms are spread at the top of the sofa as his body slumps back onto the sofa. His legs are up on the coffee table, eyes directed solely to the tv.

You sit next to him carefully. Slowly, you start to scoot over to him, slowly. So that his arm over the sofa would carefully be put over you.

Finally you scooted close enough that your thighs touched, and that your head slightly leaned onto his shoulder.

You were scared he’d hit you, scream at you, hurt you. He’d never done that before but what was stopping him from doing it now? Yes he was gonna hurt you for being stubborn for ignoring him, he’s gonna-

“I missed you.” He said with a sigh, eyes tired that bore into you, his voice was almost shaky, it was obvious he wasn’t feeling well. The arm laying on the top of the couch fell onto your shoulders, pulling you in. Cradling your body.

“You hungry?”

Yes, fuck yes. You’ve barely eaten in the last few days, solely relying on your pantry of snacks and sweets alone to quench your hungry, since he stopped making meals for you.

You nodded quickly and he smiled softly and ruffled your hair.

“Alright- too tired to cook. Let’s just order in ok?”

You nod immediately, digging yourself in more into his body. He smiles at this. You know you shouldn’t be touching him, listening to his dumb rules and letting him control you like this.

But you couldn’t help it. Things were just so much easier when he was happy. You got to eat, watch tv, and sure, you hated touching him, but he was just so warm.

That’s why, fast forward to now, you let him cling onto you in bed. Whining bout his day and how he doesn’t have enough time with you. How if he could just open your rib cage and snuggle inside, stay warm and with you forever he would. You think he’s crazy, weird, gross, but you don’t comment on it. You let him think your okay with all this, you let him nibble on your collarbone and let him whisper how he’s never gonna let you go, how your his for life and how he loves you like none before.

He’s warm. You notice. You notice his heartbeat, his breath on your collarbone, his eyes full of hearts and swelling with love. The way he huffs every time you slightly move away.

“H-hey umm I need to use the toilet can you move-“

“Can I come?”

Oh god.

Geto-

His rules were unknown honestly. He didn’t outright say any, he wanted you to think you had freedom. Like you weren’t being held hostage in his home. As if you were just his lover living with him. Like you had free rein.

As if he didn’t lock the bedroom door every night, thinking you were fast asleep. Like he didn’t keep track of every time you used the restroom, the shower, did your skincare and ate. As if he didn’t have those times and dates and stamps of every time you did so, so he could keep track of every little thing you did.

He wanted you to be happy and free in your home, he called it. After it all, he built it on all your necessities, all the things you use and like, so it is your home. It was made for you.

But there are the unspoken rules.

He hates when you get up from bed in the night, to go use the restroom. He wakes up in a jump, eyes wide and exploring the room, his hands roughly shoving the blankets off the bed to see your not there.

He panics. And he knows he shouldn’t. There are alarms everywhere, he has a tracker on you, he knows when you leave and when you stay and where you are at all times. He gets up quickly however, feet scampering to the bathroom door where he knocks on it slightly, asking you to come out.

He’s always been an okay-amount of clingy. But he panics a lot. He doesn’t show it- but he does. He thinks you’ll leave, you’ll die- or something. Maybe someone else will snatch you- a “monkey” or some curse. He’s seen the real world he knows how dangerous the average person can be so could you imagine blood thirsty curses? Ready to swipe your small body at any second and have you for a second dinner?

He’d never let that happen.

And he wants you to reassure him. He won’t ask for it but he needs it. Desperately. Tell him you won’t leave, you won’t die, that your safe- that he’s safe. That you’ll be together forever.

But you don’t. Because you hate him.

You use to, when you two were actually friends- no, best friends. You’d tell him all the time that he was safe with you, that your his best friend and you’d make sure that the both of you live a long and healthy life- together.

And that’s what stayed in his mind. Why’d you break your promise? Why’d you have to stop telling him these sweet things? Is it not true anymore? Are we not safe? Are you gonna leave- be taken away? Don’t leave.

He wakes from a bitter nightmare that same night. A treacherous feeling crawling his spine, panic in his eyes and his body thrashing. He looks at you. His sweet Angel. You could never do him wrong. But he needs your comfort, your reassurance.

“Angel? Angel wake up, please.”

You refused to, ignoring his please. The truth is, his panicking in his sleep woke you long ago, but you didn’t want to wake him up from his little nightmare. You perhaps wanted him to suffer just a little longer.

“Angel? P-please just..”

You rolled your eyes, body facing away from him on your side, still faking your sleep. He could deal with this on his own. You know one of his huge rules was to comfort him and nurse him like you used to- one of his unspoken rules. You know this because just a day after he kidnapped you, he came home with what he called “monkey blood” all over him.

He wanted you to clean him. Tell him to stop calling humans monkeys. He wanted you to bring him back, to keep him from the evil that plastered his mind. Because you were the only one who kept him a clear head, that kept him sane and on earth. Otherwise, who knows what he’d be now?

That day, when you didn’t comfort him, the day after he kidnapped you, he became desperate. Begging you almost, but then he stopped. Like a cloud of indifference and anger covered his eyes and he grabbed you by the arm, pulling you into a closet and locking you in.

You screamed, yelled, begged him to let you out. You went through all stages of grief basically, angrily screaming, then begging, tearing up, then calming down and crawling into a little ball in the corner of the closet. It was dark, cold, miserable. Dust got in your hair and eyes, you tried to dust it away with your hands but you felt so dirty. You just hoped he’d let you out soon.

He only left you for an hour or two- you don’t really remember. He didn’t wanna be too harsh on your first punishment. He still loved you after all, you were just being a brat. But then he dragged you out and sat you down at the dinner table. He acted like nothing was wrong, smiling at you and picking up a spoon of the food he made. He put it to your mouth, trying to feed you. You shook and trembled. You knew you couldn’t say no, or who knows how long he’d keep you in that damn closet? At least you’re free now right? You ate the food off his spoon, and let him feed you for the rest of dinner.

He was so incredibly happy that you were obeying him so early in the “relationship”, that he didn’t put you back into the closet, but instead let you watch tv. Of course, not without him sitting under the couch, while you sat on the sofa with your legs dangling on his shoulders, brushing his hair and braiding it like you did when you two were best friends. Before things changed.

“Angel please, I need you.” He almost whimpered.

You sighed, and got up, turning your body to him. “What was the dream bout this time?”

He’s always had nightmares, about different things. When you were best friends, he refrained from telling you them. Just wanted you to tell him it was okay, he just wanted to hear your voice and be lulled back to sleep.

Now he won’t shut up about them. Shameless, you think.

“Oh Angel.” He pulls you into his chest, a very much unwanted hug, one hand on your head and the other wrapped around your waist, he pulls the covers back on top of the both of you.

“It was terrible. You were hurt, my dear. Don’t you see why I have to keep you? You hurt- that would destroy me, my love.”

His words disgust you, but what really disgusts you is the way you know he isn’t lying. You can hear the genuine concern in his voice, that he genuinely thinks this is helping you, not just for his own selfish desire.

“Oh Angel, if you left- I wouldn’t know what to do.”

And that scares you. That scares you because he knows damn well you can’t leave. The cameras, the security, the alarms and the tracker. The way he tightly holds you as if your going to disappear into thin air. The way your almost out of oxygen with the tight hold, your chest and ribs being smushed against his. You could feel his heart beat, you could feel it trying to pounce out his rib cage.

“I won’t leave.”

What you meant to say is that you can’t leave, there’s no way for you to anyway, but you glance up at him and see that what you said was the right thing to say, a smile adoring his lips as he kissed your head softly.

“My sweet Angel. You always know what to say.”

Or you just know what he wants to hear.

Nanami-

Nanami had so many rules, regulations, all these things you had to remember.

“You need to ask me permission for certain things. Entertainment is a privilege you’ll be rewarded with. I have books and art supplies you’ll be using before screen time. Healthy snacks only- with the exception of dessert after dinner. You don’t get dessert if you’re being bad.”

He sits on the coffee table in front of you, wearing his work clothes, a nice suit and some goggles in his hands. You sit on the sofa in front of him, arms crossed in your chest out of anger but you listen anyway.

“The better you are the more freedom you have, my dear. I’d never want to take away the things that make you happy, but I can’t stop myself if your being bad. I want you in bed by midnight, or you sleep when I do. If I’m late from work and can’t make dinner I’ll send some- you’re not allowed in the kitchen until you get the privilege of it. You have a pantry full of snacks and healthy foods, and a water dispenser until I can come home and make dinner. I will make breakfast every morning.”

His damn rules and regulations go on forever, but at least you know what will make him upset and what won’t.

“Once you can prove your a good girl/boy, I’ll provide you with more electronics for your own entertainment, but screen time will be limited. I expect you to keep up with your hygiene and get enough sleep, eat well and continue your hobbies. I’d like you to greet me in the morning before I leave and at night when I come home- obviously this rule varies on the circumstances of the day.”

You sigh, further sinking into the sofa as he talks you down further.

“In the future, I expect goodbye kisses and greetings. If you ever need anything you just need to ask me. If you’re thinking on picking up a new hobby, you want new clothes, different snacks- I expect you to tell me. And lastly, you are never allowed to go to sleep angry. I know this situation isn’t ideal, but I never want to argue before bed, and sleep angry with each other. We need to hash things out everytime, I don’t think it’s fair to each other, otherwise.”

You just nod, half the things going over your head but you know you should agree.

“Alright I’ll be home early today, okay? Goodbye my dear.” He gets up and stands near the door, waiting.

You look up at him from the sofa, then realize what he’s waiting for.

“Just leave.” You say upset, curling up into the sofa. He frowns, but leaves anyway, waving goodbye.

He had just kidnapped you. What was it the second day? He abducted you last night. Let you in on all the fun rules today.

Great.

Honestly, you’re still freaking out in your head a bit about all this. At first you thought it was some curse disguised as him, but you could sense his cursed energy was all him. No trickery, no fakes, it was him. He fought so hard but you were no match for him.

You definitely could have been, and that makes you laugh. You really could have. But he’s been watching you since high school. Watching your techniques, your moves, the way your body sways in fight and the way you dodge. The way you attack, everything. You’ve fought him plenty of times to train and for fun. You never thought- you never once thought he’d use it against you.

That he memorized your every move, adapted, the way he knew exactly what way you’d fight back, what way you’d dodge what way you’d try and escape.

How could he?

You were so upset, so betrayed. It hurt so much. You curled into yourself, upset, thinking bout the way he basically took advantage of you as friends. You thought you were fighting beside him, were you really just fighting him all along?

That day he came home, and saw you laid out on the couch, dried tears on your cute pink cheeks, your body curled to protect yourself, fast asleep.

He smiles at you, but it’s a soft sentimental one, one that has a hint of sadness.

He didn’t want to hurt you. Genuinely. But he couldn’t help it. Every year, being thrown into a friendzone, every year his obsession for you grew, he wanted you as his wife not best friend, every year he saw himself grow older- and was scared. What if he grew too old to get married? To have a family? Each year you showed the same care you should your friends, nothing grew into sweet love for him, and that scared him. In high school, he waited. Hoping that you’d mature and grow to love him. He stayed by your side hoping he wouldn’t have to do anything drastic.

But the time passes anyway.

And you didn’t seem to change.

And he carries you to your bed, their bed. The bed you share. When he places you down he caresses your head and hair, you kick him away in your sleep and that hurts him so deeply. He locks the door, sits on your bed and watches you. He had to do this. Don’t you see?

The way you would smile at him, laugh with him, love his seriousness and fight beside him. He loved that all about you. You two were meant for more then a measly friendship right?

He pulls you to him in your sleep, cuddling your unconscious body, snuggling his face into your nape and softly pecking your collarbone. He smiles at the way you whine in your sleep, trying to push him away and stop being smothered.

But he loves to smother you- he won’t stop. He lays almost on top of you, head in your nape, as he softly caressed your waist and hips, pecking your collarbone, smiling dazedly, almost drunk, off the cute sleeping sounds that leave your mouth, the breaths that leave your nose, the soft heaving of your chest.

He loves how domestic this is. His wife/hubby, his adorable lover and partner. His equal and forever. He believes that you two have always been together, that you’ve always cared for him as much as he cared for you- you just don’t realize it.

He eyes become heavy. Being in your arms (not that you were trying to keep him there), reminds him how relaxed he feels in them, that they make him drowsy and almost high off the feeling. His body almost slumps over, un-tensing. He had a long day of work. It was nice to come home to his loved one, to be in your arms, to be held and to hold.

If he could stay like this forever, the time not continuing, just you and him in a warp of space where time doesn’t exist, where you could be one. Where he could cherish you and spoil you forever and ever- reliving the lovely memories from when you were young.

A smile softly sets on his face as he falls asleep snuggled to you, he thinks, that he doesn’t need to live in the past. You two can make new memories, better ones. Memories, where you actually love him, not just as a friend, but as a lover.

His lover.

Toji-

He didn’t really have rules for you. He didn’t care too much about physical affection, sure he liked the average kiss on the cheek before he left to assassin some idiot. He wanted your attention obviously, but he didn’t mind you being a brat and never giving it to him.

“Alright I’m going to work.” He’s waiting for you. He’s waiting for you to run up to him and kiss his cheeks, tell him you love him, at least wish him goodbye. He felt desperate. Sad. He wanted you to just- why are you being so bratty?

“I’m going to work.”

He’s at the door, hand on the handle. You’re sitting on the couch. He lets you watch tv, sometimes he’s happy when you accidentally come across the news channel and see all the disgusting shit on the news, all those disgusting heinous crimes. Maybe someday you’ll see those and understand. Know that he did this all for you, it’s all for your own good. As cliche as that sounds.

“Im going-“ “Ok I get it!” You basically yelled.

He seemed startled. That’s when he starts to wonder if he was giving you too much freedom. You yelled at him. How could you? You want him gone, you want him to leave.

Alright he’ll give you what you want.

That day he came home, and cleared out the pantries and locked up the fridge. He left the next morning, telling you he had some mission that’ll last a few days. You just shrugged at him like normal, pretty happy you’d get a break from him.

But you didn’t realize his plan. His stupid crazy fucking smart plan. You opened the pantry. Nothing, just a few things you can’t really eat. Like a half full jar of peanut butter, uncooked pasta, some can of tuna. You opened the other drawers and cabinets. Condiments only basically. Salts and spices. But where was the food? Ok, it’s fine. You’ll cook something, grab some things in the fridge- wait what? Why was there.. a lock? Why’s it locked? It was never locked- oh. He did this. This is your punishment.

No, you’ll take it. If he wants to be an ass- you’ll just be even pettier and go with it. Then he’ll know not to test you right? He’ll essentially get worried that your not eating, then go buy more food and unlock the fridge.

Boom. Great plan right? Wrong.

Your stomach growled. It was what, the third day in to not eating? You thought you had more resistance then that- that you could hold back for longer. But no, your stomach was in pain and you felt yourself growing weaker.

You felt yourself getting desperate.

You decided to emergency call Toji. He had one attached to the security, where you could only call him, if ever an emergency while he wasn’t home.

You went up to the little screen on the wall next to the door, an iPad connected to all the security, well only he could access that part. What you could access, is the emergency call. But before you pressed the button to call you stopped yourself. Fuck you were hungry, but you couldn’t give in. Plus you knew he was angry. He wouldn’t just give in.

You needed to sweeten him up. You knew that he won’t just give in if you ask for food.

You slightly press the button, hearing it ring for a second before he picked ul and answered.

“What?”

Normally, he’d be asking if your okay, if you needed him, what’s the emergency. You know, all that. When he was actually worried. You gulped.

“O-oh! Yeah I called because I umm.. I miss you?” Yeah, not so convincing.

“Yeah, doll?”

“..yeah. When you coming home?”

“I don’t know.”

… He’d never answer like that before. He was being so dry? What was his plan? But then, the hunger, the dizziness, the weakness in your bones- you started to overthink. You started to think that perhaps he wasn’t coming home. He was going to leave you forever in this locked cage, alone, to die. And then you thought, what if his mission is going bad? And that’s why he isn’t being clear? What if he really doesn’t know when he’s coming home because where he is, is so dangerous he isn’t sure if he even will come home?

But if he dies, you die. If he dies, you die. If he dies you die if he dies you-

“TOJI please! Please please come home I can’t- I can’t be here alone anymore- I need you. Please Toji don’t die-“

“Die? Doll? What’s wrong?”

You start to sniffle, thinking about your own death. Thinking about different ways you’d die out, and all leads to one- alone. You didn’t wanna starve to death alone. You couldn’t.

“P-please? Come home? Miss you..” the genuine upsetness in your voice seriously surprised him.

“Ok doll. I think I can get home by tonight ok?”

“Toji?” You ask softly, sniffling.

“Yeah doll?”

“I feel so sick.” You whine, clearing your throat.

It’s like you could feel him smile from the other end. “Alright doll, don’t worry, m’ coming home soon. I’ll bring you some things on my way back. Kay?”

You nod, even though you know he can’t see you nod, he chuckled over the line as if he did.

This time, when he comes home, grocery bags in hand, you run up to him to greet him. Never like you used to.

It’s funny, you almost jumped on the man, you almost hugged him, you stopped yourself before you could, your mind reminding you that he’s your captor. That you hate him, that he tricked you and he’s evil and- oh but he’s so warm. You haven’t felt physical affection for so long. And he’s just so big like a cuddly bear. And you just- you can’t have him leave again okay? This isn’t fault. You’re not about to hug him because you want to, okay? It’s just.. you don’t want him to starve you again ok? Really it’s not because you.. you think he’s so cuddly. You think he’s so warm and inviting. And you could smell the food wafting from the bags he held- did he buy takeout? Oh my god- and from your favorite fucking place-

You softly put your hands around his waist, head on his chest, just holding him gently, scared that perhaps that wasn’t him but some figment of your imagination.

“Oh sweeeheart, you missed me that much, hm?”

You just nod, feeling disgusted but oh so satisfied. You don’t wanna look at him, you know you’ll be met with some smug smirk, that smirk showing that he knows he won, that now, you won’t exactly take him for granted.

“I brought take out cmon.”

Tehe I’d let them take me 😋 anyway, thank you sm for the ask! Requests are open yall! Also feel free to give me commentary! I don’t rlly write so 😭

[l0vema]

Bliss and Backshots

A/n: not proofread. Seokmin from the back has been a recurring thought for so long now j had to write it down😭

Dokyeom had you face down ass up, crying tears into your favourite bedsheets. You couldn't take it anymore. Gripping onto anything you could get your hands, you ground yourself into his hips. He was gonna be the end of you.

It had been 2 hours since you got into bed but dokyeom's stamina has never let up. 3 orgasms, a breakdown and some breathing exercises later he was still going. Egging you on with his, "you're so beautiful, I know you have more in you, cmon babe let me hear you."

Now, you were screaming as you shook with cries. Your legs felt like jelly, your head was pumping but your stomach was fluttering and your whole being in euphoric bliss. You fucking loved this man.

He grabbed your elbows pulling you flush against his hard chest. He'd been working out these days and knew the effect his growing muscles had on you. How it brought out a near primal part of you. Using this knowledge to his advantage he started throwing you around more in bed. Showing off for you. Now that your body was up the tears rolled down your cheeks. You couldn't do anything but accept your fate. To be fucked to oblivion.

"Baby," brought you out of the mess in your head and babbling nonsense. Dokyeom was kissing your neck, "stay with me babe, one more and you're done."

"Please i- please," you were begging but for what? You didn't even know. He had you out of your mind in pleasure. Your legs began shaking, breath coming out in short breaths, dokyeom could tell you were close. He fucked into you faster- the way you like it. Arm travelling to your nipple to pinch and tug. You went lightheaded. Mouth agape. A deep moan bubbled from the most hidden part of you. Only seokmin ever brought this side out of you. You were on towards your 4th orgasm but still rutting your ass into him to get yourself to the finish line. The tears never stopped. "Yes, yes, yes yessss baby i- yess" you say your mantra just as you reel forward in ecstacy. The coil in your stomach snapped. You were still holding onto seokmins forearms as you continued riding yourself down from the highest of all the highs you've had tonight. Once he had held you till you calmed down from the overwhelming feeling, your boyfriend continued his actions fucking your cum back into you. You're dripping but he doesn't care to stop. His own high in sight he fucks you to overstimulation. "Seokmin-ahhh I can't-" you're cut off by your own sounds of pleasure. Who were you to stop him from fucking you when he does it so well. He squeezes your ass as he let's himself spill into you. Holding you still for a moment to take breaths and calm himself down you hear him , " I will never get over this ,you're amazing," which pushes a laugh put of you. You were a pillow princess to the core. Doing nothing as he makes you see stars is your expertise. If he loves you doing nothing who were you to complain?

Dokyeom sinks fully into the soft mattress pulling you in to kiss sweetly. You stare into each other's eyes, comfort and home written all over his sparkly ones.

This is what you'd been waiting for. This deep type of love that translates to every aspect of your interactions. A typr of love that you'd begged for from childhood. Seokmins type of love.

L0ve, M.A

[madschiavelique]

Hi! Could I request a drabble about some spawn!Astarion x reader cuddles? Our favorite vampire deserves some quality cuddle time. Thank you! ❤️❤️

thank u anon for ur request !! YESS some cuddle time for astarion <3

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ pairing : spawn!astarion x reader

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ content warning : just fluff, tooth rotting fluff actually, gn!reader (i think ? correct me if i accidentally put some fem!reader stuff), no use of y/n

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ words : 709

( not proofread, english is not my first language ☆)

When Astarion discovers that bodies can do other things than being here for the pleasure of another only and that he has power over his own body, believe me, he won’t go of you.

In public I can see him being a bit more reserved, which probably derives from the fact that for so many years he simply couldn’t allow himself to show that he could express love in case Cazador would find a way to use it against him.

He wants to take your hand in public, wants to kiss you on the forehead while you’re looking at a stand of weapons and deciphering which one would be better for your party, but he always fears he is being watched and that because of him you could be a target.

You respect his points of view, even if you wish it could be otherwise.

But when you get back to camp, that’s a completely different story.

Astarion would be sitting as his back rested against a huge cut tree trunk, listening to whatever conversation was happening between Gale and Lae’zel as the wizard asked more about that astral plane of hers. You’d walk up from behind him, his gaze laying on you with a soft smile as you sat on the trunk behind him, his head falling back in your lap.

You’d place your hands on his head, combing his hair with your fingertips.

He’d close his eyes as the pieces of any nearby chatter blurred away, your caresses making him forget where he was. It felt so good to untense under your fingers, to have this attention just for himself and no one else.

You lowered your head to kiss his forehead, making him smile while keeping his eyes close. He grabbed both of your wrists, his thumb caressing the back of your hand as you whispered “I have to go help with dinner, want anything ?”

He knew you were aware about vampire’s specific diet, although you had made meticulous care in finding proper blood within any fight victims or animals that could have suited his palate. 

He hummed, opening his eyes as he exhaled with a smile, “You.” 

Hearing your laugh made him open his eyes softly, “You can’t have the desert for your only meal.”

He closed his eyes again, replacing his head a bit better and shifting his position on the hard ground - your caresses had made him forget how stiff his original position felt.

“That’s a stupid rule,” he managed to sigh.

You were about to remove your hands but he tightened his grip the slightest bit, his ruby eyes pleading.

“Stay a bit longer,” he asked, leaning his cheek in one of your palms.

You eyed for a moment the other companions on dinner duty prepare the fire for the night, and turned back to astarion, “five more minutes.”

He didn’t battle, didn’t bargain for more of your time, and just relished in the feeling of you.

Later that night, as candles in the tents were put out one by one, he came to yours.

There was no words needed, you simply opened your cover for him to come lay with you.

You’d take him in your arms, caressing his back as he placed soft pecks in the crook of your neck which made you giggle. He’d whisper sweet nothings in your ears, kiss your cheeks and try not to bite them as if they were the sweetest fruits he wanted the juices of.

He’d hug you so tight, would spoon you when you sleep as he’d stay awake just to admire you

But one feeling was irreplaceable, and he did it every night he had the opportunity to do it.

He’d lay on top of you, his ear pressing against your warm chest as he listened to the sounds of your heart.

He sometimes had the realization at times that your heart was beating for him. This thing that could be held in his hand, so easily crushable by anyone. He had one at a time, and if it was still alive it’d beat hard for you.

He wished he could just take your hand and say “can you feel it ? can you feel how loud my love is for you ?”

[anaconamor]

doing the calling my boyfriend ‘husband’ trend on jude while you do a grwm + diml !! just know he’d be so shy and giddy 😚😚

OHHH MY GOD!! YESS!! our hubby indeed 😣🤞🏻

your day had consisted of pure media filming, for your tiktok, instagram, youtube, and a small blog you had owned. you woke up early so film a get ready filming bits of you and your boyfriends private life, making breakfast, walking outside and working out together, cooking, and now doing a get ready.

you’d seen the popular trend circling around where you called your boyfriends husband on tiktok, especially that one video that made you physically wince and pained you with the one guy being passive aggressive and denying it. you with jude that wouldn’t be the case.

because any chance he got he would call you pet names and his girlfriend. ‘my girlfriend’, ‘my girl’, ‘my angel’, ‘my dearest girlfriend’, ‘my wifey’, all that. he often got teased at the internet, not afraid of hiding and showing his protectiveness of you, a hand on you at all times or letting them know you were his.

jude had left quickly to pick up some shoes he’d ordered, which gave you plenty of time to hide a extra camera and your phone to record his reaction to the prank. while you waited you showed of new sets of clothes that came in, along with other pr packages that were sent to you

jude hand returned when you were finishing your brows, handing you a blue gatorade and snacks to munch on as you filmed, greeting the camera and giving you a peck on your lips. “sorry guys, my handsome and lovely husband just brought me some goodies,” you apologized showing the treats and opening them.

even though you couldn’t see, you felt and sensed jude tensing and pausing what he was doing. “as you know and have seen, i will be launching new items soon on my blog! my husband jude has helped me organize this drop for months so i’m super excited for you all to see and buy!” you smiled blending out your baking powder underneath your eyes.

jude smiled inwards, looking at you who was distracted by perfecting your contour and blush. he asked himself if this was one of your pranks or if it just naturally fell from your lips, either way, he couldn't hide the adoration built in his chest at hearing you call him 'husband'.

he didn't understand why all of a sudden he felt nervous and unable to look you in the eyes, with shaky hands as he attempted to open his own snacks and bottled water. he felt a hot and loving sensation in his chest, having the urge now to be close to you.

you heard jude shuffle around, grabbing a random bean bag and sitting next to you where you were almost finished with your makeup. he complimented how you looked, asking questions about what you used and if you were close to finishing. you smirked knowing you had a small reaction out of him, jude was now all soft and charming.

hours later, you were editing all the content from your phone and camera onto your laptop, sitting on the kitchen island as jude was busy away cooking. you felt like continuing the prank so you grabbed your phone and did just that.

"welp, it's the end of the day! I'm very much tired but i made a lot of content for you guys so stay tuned! on the nights we're together my dearest husband cooks for us, and tonight he's making chicken with pasta," you say kinda loudly, walking over to judge and laying your head on his bicep.

jude cleared his throat, letting out a nervous chuckle and smiling shyly. he nervously stirred the cause, listening to you blabbering about your day and skincare products. "i have to pee, but i'll leave my husband to explain the recipe and what he's making," you say in a hurry, leaving jude with words in his mouth and the phone, as you ran off.

you watched from a corner a stuttering mess of jude as he went on and on listening to the ingredients and spices he mixed for dinner. grabbing your phone with his free hand showing the mess in the kitchen and the food that was almost ready to be done.

you acted like nothing happened, pecking jude's cheek when returning. "i have a question," he said curiously avoiding eye contact with you, leaning on the counter. you interlocked your hands resting them under your chin with innocent eyes. "is there a reason you've been calling me your husband today?"

"you don't like it?"

"no baby i do! but i was just wondering since you never call me that... you did it earlier today and i noticed it," he said, you tried not to laugh on the spot at his uneasy state. "am i your husband? need to know because i can't recall the day we got married," he joked.

"it's a tiny prank," you admit seeing jude roll his eyes and lean away from you. "of course it is," jude said seriously with a small frown on his face. you followed him apologizing over and over again with a laugh, jude feeling a small pang of sadness wave over him. "jude," you call out, trying to get his attention but he refused moving or backing away.

"prank or no prank, i hope you still know your my hubby, that's what i have you saved on your contact handsome," you admit, seeing a glint of happiness reach his brown eyes again. "really?" you nod, "I'll show once you say bye."

he quickly said bye, kissing the camera on turning it off, grabbing you, and setting you on the marble counters. he kissed you deeply, blowing your breath away at his certain dominance, your heart warmed as he gently grabbed your left hand and placed the slightest kisses on your ring finger.

"i hope you know that one day i'll be your husband, and you will be my wife forever."

[ghouljams]

Question about the demon!AU, but what does Price(demon) moan out when she's getting dicked down by Captain Price?

"Captain" if they're bottoming, "baby" if they're topping. Goes a little something like this.

Price thrusts hard into you with a low groan. The pleasant heat of it melts down your spine, following the tracing of his finger tips. You tip your hips, sink onto your shoulders as you reach back to claw at his muscular thighs. You feel him put a foot on the bed, angling his hips to the side so he can thrust into you again. It hits something that makes you gurgle.

"Fu-uck," you moan into the mattress, shocked he can punch your sweet spot so perfectly. You shouldn't be surprised, not when you've been fucking him this long. Actually it would be surprising if he didn't know just how to work you. "Captain- me-" You whine, feeling the welts your claws raise through the coarse hair on his legs, "-fuck me so guh- good."

"Let go sweet'eart," he hums, "just feel it."

"Yess-ir." You slur, feeling him hit that throbbing ache again as your eyes roll. His hands grip the globes of your ass tight, spreading you open to watch the way his cock opens you up.

"Fuck this ass," he growls, and the feeling is very much mutual.

-

You sink your finger into his tight hole, letting your teeth show as you lick up Price's cock. The man whimpers, his fingers fisting the sheets. You push a second in beside the first, testing the stretch. You can see the jump of his stomach, muscles flexing as he strains against moving, so good for you to stay still while you work.

You close your lips around his ruddy cock-head and suck. Your tongue flicks against the taught frenulum, swirls under the ridges of the head to tease his foreskin. Your fingers crook, rubbing against his walls as you try to find that nice squishy spot. Just deep enough that you have to keep your claws away you press your fingertips against that giving spot and Price's eyes fly open. You suck hard, taking his cock to the base as he arches into your attention. His chest expands, the shuddering moan that takes him back down to the mattress like music to your ears.

"There you go," you patronize, "you just take it baby, such a good boy."

"Fuck-" Price groans. He won't touch you, that's good, following orders, but that doesn't mean his hips don't twitch between thrusting into the tight wet heat of your mouth and pushing back against the press of your fingers against his prostate. You wiggle your tongue against the underside of his cock, enjoying the slightly sweet taste of the lube you'd slathered it with. Your captain has good taste, as always.

You hum around him, pumping your fingers into him, tugging at the rim of his ass and scissoring to try and stretch him as you bob your head. Best to keep him distracted before the real show starts.

"Gonna fuckin' kill me colonel," Price moans, his head tipped back to expose the length of his neck. He could use a shave. You'd kill to lock your teeth around his throat.

"That's a breach of contract," you tell him, you push a third finger in and feel him clench, "so try to relax baby, or I'll start testing my masochist theory."

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

hello! could you write about donna accidentally buying an asphoratic tea from a villager, and so when she brews and drinks it she becomes extremely aroused? she would become extremely flustered, but the reader eventually notices and helps donna with her “problem.”

also can you give her a g!p? thanks!

Yess!!! Thank you for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))

A curious "aftearnoon"

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, aphrodisiac tea

Word count: 4,445

Summary: Maybe that tea is not just a tea...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours :))) I love you all!!!

“How was the meeting?” You asked your girlfriend when she finally, after three long hours, walked through the door.

The woman in black, Donna Beneviento, shrugged as with a sigh, she pushed her veil away from her face so you could kiss her.

“I still can't get used to how good your kisses feel...” She whispered into your lips, with a shy smile, caressing your cheek.

Although it had been several months since you started a relationship with one of Mother Miranda's Lords, you could finally feel really comfortable with her.

Donna was a strange woman, tormented by her past, self-conscious about her face and her body. You never cared about those minutiae. You loved her almost since you met her. Blessed coincidences. Your relationship developed little by little and amid many difficulties, but some time ago it had completely stabilized, still putting aside your insecurities and showing the lady in black how good it felt when you had someone who loved you by your side.

“Well, I guess that's good,” you said amused, giving him another quick kiss.

“Why?” She asked curiously, with that innocence that made you melt.

“You know, Donna. Everything stops being exciting when you get used to it,” you explained, grabbing the lady by her waist and gently kissing her cheek, making her body tremble due to the contact.

“Well, then I hope I never get used to it...” Donna murmured, biting her lip, which made you blush.

“What's that?” You asked curiously, pointing to a paper bag the lady was carrying in her hand.

“Tea,” she answered, briefly, as always. You blinked several times, letting her understand that you needed a developed explanation. Poor Donna, she was still quite clumsy when it came to human relationships.

“Tea...” You repeated amused, pointing your head at the bag. She repeated the gesture, confused.

“Oh, well... Alcina recommended it to me at the last meeting so... I, I’ve stopped by the store and...”  The woman in black stammered. “I have, I have bought it…”

“Fine,” you said amused, getting closer to her ear. “Don't be nervous, Donna... It's not an interrogation,” you whispered, taking her hand and kissing it softly.

“If you had been away from me for so long I would ask you too,” she said, with a more serious tone.

“I know, I know...” You sighed, shaking your head.

“Do you want some?” She asked, displaying the bag and putting an end to that absurd conversation. You shook your head, placing a hand on your chest.

“Ugh, I think if I drink one more drop of tea I'll have a heart attack...” You said jokingly, moving out of the way of the Angie doll, who didn't seem to want to bother you that time. You knew how much she hated meetings with Mother Miranda. You couldn't blame her.

“I... I thought we could...” Donna said, a bit nervous. She probably interpreted those words of yours as a rejection, which you had to prevent.

“What I mean is that I don't want tea but... I'll be happy to accompany you, Donna,” you said, putting both hands on her shoulder to reassure her. The woman in black smiled satisfied and nodded.

“I'm going to make some,” she said, smiling and walking past you.

“I'll wait for you right here,” you said, winking at her.

After a few minutes, Donna sat across from you on the couch, in your little “tea and snuggles” corner. The aroma of that infusion was strange, but pleasant, like walking on a cloud, or at least that's the feeling it gave you.

“Well, so...” You said, leaning your back on the sofa and looking to have some conversation. “What evil deeds is the crow woman planning this time?”

“If she hears you talking about her like that...” Donna said, her voice dark. Fortunately, she had already gotten used to the little sympathy you had for Miranda.

“You would protect me, wouldn't you?” You asked amused, narrowing your eyes.

“With my own life, (Y/N),” Donna stated, taking a sip of her tea, tasting it slowly and giving her approval with a nod of her head. “Wow, it's delicious.”

“I'm glad to hear it,” you said, nodding, breathing in the sweet aroma of the drink. “Did Alcina recommend it to you?”

“Yes, well... She told me that I should try it,” Donna said with a soft voice. “The next time I see my sister I guess I will thank her.”

“You were with her an hour ago,” you commented, sighing and leaning back on the couch. She suddenly shook her head.

“No, she has not come to the meeting this time.”

“She hasn’t? Human blood overdose?” You joked, raising your eyebrows. Donna laughed sheepishly, setting the cup down.

“Apparently she was very entertained with her new maid,” the woman in black explained, softening her expression and blushing.

“Oh, I understand…” You mumbled, rolling your eyes.

“I don’t”

“You don’t? Why do you say so?” You asked curiously, at your girlfriend's unexpected response.

“People seem to be obsessed with sex,” Donna commented, blushing again.

“Well, people usually like sex,” you said, holding back your laughter at her attitude. “You don’t like it? Because your screams last night said the opposite,” you said in a sensual voice.

“Don't say those things, (Y/N), you know I'm embarrassed...” Donna murmured, looking down. You laughed at her reaction and bit your lip.

“Oh, come on, Donna. It's just you and me here,” you whispered, feigning confidentiality.

“Besides, when I make love to you, I don't do it just for fun, I do it because I love you,” the woman in black explained, picking up the cup again and bringing it to her lips.

“I know. But there are people who... You know, they do it just for fun,”  you said, sitting up, interested in that conversation.

“That's very unromantic. It’s rude” Donna said, shaking her head and making a strange face, looking at her cup.

“Maybe you’re right...” You sighed with a smile, which she returned to you, confused. “Are you alright?”

“Oh, yes, yes. It's just… I'm a little hot,” she said, blinking repeatedly and running a hand over her forehead.

“Hot? We are in the middle of winter,” you said curiously, narrowing your eyes. Donna nodded, bringing her legs together, her breathing strangely heavy.

“Maybe, maybe the tea was too hot,” the doll maker murmured, shifting in the armchair uncomfortably and frowning.

You looked at her carefully. Something was definitely happening to her. It wasn't normal for Donna to avoid your gaze so much.

“Hey, you don't look good,” you said worriedly, standing up and running a hand over her forehead. “Donna, honey, you're sweating.”

“I'm fine,” she said abruptly, pushing your hand away. “It's nothing.”

A nervous breakdown? It seemed unlikely.

“Okay...” You murmured suspiciously, sitting back down on the couch, without taking your eyes off your girlfriend, who seemed increasingly nervous.

“What about you? I want, I mean, what...? What have you been doing?” She asked, clearing her throat, as if she were trying to distract herself. You stared at her again, trying to find an explanation for her strange behavior.

“Me? Bah, nothing interesting,” you said with a sigh, downplaying her nervous movements, fearing it was another crisis. “I've been doing a little cleaning. Seriously, the dust in this house is going to kill me. Oh, and I also tightened the screws on the bed. I'm surprised it hasn't fallen apart yet.”

“The, the bed... Screws,” Donna repeated, with serious difficulties speaking clearly. You nodded with raised eyebrows.

Her gaze seemed lost, but in reality, oh no, it actually wasn't. You lowered your head to see where exactly her eye was landing. The answer almost makes you laugh.

“Donna,” you said, amused. She didn't react. “Hey, Donna,” you repeated, snapping your fingers to get her attention. The lady looked up, confused. “Were you looking at my tits?”

“What? No,” she said, shaking her head, continuing to move in the armchair.

“Oh, of course you were,” you said, amused, with an evil smile.

“No, I... Well, what if I was? I like your ti… Your breasts,” she said embarrassed, crossing her arms.

“I was just asking,” you whispered, winking at her knowingly.

She nodded nervously, looking for somewhere in that room to fix her gaze, somewhere that wasn't your body. You, determined not to give her a hard time, stood up slowly, studying her gestures. Her hands clenched the black fabric of her dress tightly.

“Hey, are you really okay? You're very...” You asked lovingly, lifting her chin.

Donna gasped, as if the mere act of your skin coming into contact with hers was like an electric current coursing through her body.

“I'm…. I'm fine...” She murmured, looking away again. You stopped, studying her nervous look.

“You're burning,” you commented, your hand on her forehead again. “Do you want me to prepare a bath for you? I'm sure it's good for you.”

“No, no... I... No, I don't need a hot bath...” Donna said, shaking her head again, squeezing the hands even harder on her dress.

“I didn't say it was a hot bath,” you said amused.

“Of course you did”

“Of course I didn’t. Hey, Donna, honey, tell me what's wrong,” you said with a more concerned tone, crouching down next to her and taking one of her hands so she would stop grabbing her dress. The lady in black bit her lip at the contact and looked at you, unable to utter a single word.

“I was thinking...” She whispered in a low voice, taking her hand away from yours and bringing it to your hair, playing with it in a strange way. “I like to see you like this”

You frowned, even more confused.

“Like that? What are you talking about?” You asked, caressing one of her legs affectionately.

Her hand traveled slowly to your face, passing over your cheeks and then over your mouth, caressing your lips gently with her finger.

“I wonder how good my dick would feel inside your mouth,” she whispered with a hoarse voice, making you stay glued to the floor with your eyes wide open.

“What?” You asked, surprised and amused at the same time. She closed her eye tightly and stood up from the couch, embarrassed by her unexpected words.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean that,” she said, running away from you, who looked at her with curiosity and some excitement at that rudeness.

“Oh, but you said it...” You purred, sitting up and putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Non l'ho detto,” she whispered softly, running one hand over her forehead while the other kept you away from her.

“You have, Donna,” you said mischievously. “What is it that…? Oh, wow...” You were speechless when your gaze lowered further, being able to make out the growing bulge under her dress. “Well, well, Donna…”

“I don't know what's wrong with me, (Y/N),” she finally said, playing with the black fabric to hide her erection. “I'm... I, I’m feeling...”

“Has the conversation excited you? I knew you were sensitive, but not that much,” you said, amused and worried at the same time. She shook her head, putting both hands between her legs to hide her embarrassment.

“No, I... Suddenly I got very hot and I looked at you and... No, I can't stop...” Donna stammered nervously, closing her eye to avoid looking at you.

“Come on. It's okay, Donna...” You said with an understanding voice, beginning to suspect that it wasn't a coincidence. Normally Donna controlled her arousal very well but this time she seemed unable to do so.

You scratched the back of your neck, thinking about the reason, the factor that could have caused that. Your eyes traveled to the table, where the empty cup of tea rested.

“Wait a moment,” you said, picking up the cup and looking at the dregs it had left behind, smelling them carefully. “This tea…”

“The tea?” The lady in black asked, approaching and taking the cup from your hands.

You, who didn't take long to realize what was happening, couldn't contain your laughter, which, as expected, made Donna deeply angry.

“Can I know where the fun is? It's not funny, I... It, it doesn't go down...” The lady in black protested, looking at you offended.

“And I don't think it'll go down, darling,” you laughed, picking up the cup again. “See this? It's an aphrodisiac. I should have realized it as soon as I smelled it.”

“An aphrodisiac?” The lady in black asked.

“Yes. An aphrodisiac is…” You began to explain.

“I know what an aphrodisiac is,” Donna interrupted with a stern tone. “I’m not a fool.”

“I didn't say you were,” you said, leaving the cup on the table and putting your hands in surrender. “I think Alcina played with you, huh?”

“But I don't...” Donna stammered, huffing and raising a hand to her forehead. “Maledizione!”

“Well, well, it's not that bad...” You said, massaging her shoulders to make her relax, trying not to make fun of poor Donna anymore.

“Isn't that bad? You know how…? How hard it is?” She asked, turning suddenly and looking down at the bulge in her dress.

“I see,” you said, lowering your tone, with a dangerous gleam in your eyes, lowering your hand down her chest until you reached exactly where you wanted, making Donna step back when she noticed your hand right there. “Relax. I'm sure we can solve this.”

“I don't know how,” Donna murmured, gasping with pleasure at your naughty caresses, which gently ran over her erection. “(Y/N), I... Your hand...”

“You like that?” You asked in her ear, making her cock tremble in your hand, eager to get out. “Come on, my love, let me help you.”

“Help me...” Donna moaned involuntarily as your caresses increased in intensity, making her entire body tremble. “Gods, (Y/N) your caresses are... I feel them... Much more...”

“Oh, that's good...” You purred, taking her hand and leading her back to the armchair, sitting her on it with a gentle push. “Let me help you with that, huh?”

“Please, please...” The woman in black asked you, ashamed of having to do it. “I can't stand it, it almost, it almost hurts...”

“Shhh, calm down... I'll take care of you, right?” You whispered, approaching her lips and kissing them slowly, letting those overwhelming sensations make her tremble.

With the same gentleness, you climbed on top of her, with your legs on either side of her hips, making contact with her erection, which caused an involuntary moan from the brunette, who began to move to increase the friction.

“Don't make me suffer...” She sighed, burying her head in your chest and lowering your hips even further. You gasped from the contact, and from your girlfriend's slightly uninhibited attitude.

Donna used to be extremely romantic and cautious when it came to being intimate. That affection, those kisses and that delicate way of treating you drove you crazy but seeing her that way, terribly excited and anxious, sent a sudden moisture between your legs.

“Tell me how you want me to solve this problem, Donna...” You whispered in her ear, letting her hands squeeze your breasts until they were out of your dress and her hot mouth took care of your neck, never stopping rubbing against you, not even a moment.

“I don't know...” Donna murmured, pulling hard on the buttons of your dress, making them fly through the room. You laughed, unbuttoning hers, feeling her extremely hot skin against yours.

“I can use my hands, my mouth, my body... I'll do whatever you ask me, honey... I want to take care of you...” You whispered tenderly, biting her earlobe. She pulled back for a moment, looking at you with a bright, anxious eye.

“I want... I want...” She murmured between gasps as you took advantage of that moment to remove the sleeves of her dress and carefully lowered it, releasing her eager erection with a gasp of relief from the woman in black.

Your hand grabbed the trembling length and began to massage it carefully, taking your time to see the great effect that tea had on Donna. The woman in black moaned at your gentle up and down movements.

“You're so hard, tesoro,” you murmured, knowing that it would only excite her more. She closed her eye, ashamed. “Mm,” you moaned, staying for a moment on the tip that was already beginning to shine. “Come on. Tell me what you want…”

“I want...” Donna gasped, joining her hand to yours, increasing the pressure on her penis, forcing you to stay there. “Cazzo, (Y/N), I want… Voglio la tua bocca…” She finally said with a broken voice, joining the movement of her hips to your hand.

“You want it? You want my mouth on your...?” You murmured, removing your hand and placing soft kisses on her hot skin, burning with desire.

“Yes, (Y/N), I want it, now...” She said with a stern tone, pulling your hair lightly so you could look at her face.

“How impatient...” You joked, kissing her quickly and descending little by little under her completely lost gaze, blinded by desire. You had never seen her that way and it didn't bother you at all. You should thank Alcina…

You knelt on the wooden floor, rubbing her legs as you kissed them, making the wait unbearable, making her moan in discomfort while she herself began to massage her erection.

“That's cheating, my love...” You said jokingly, resting your head on her lap as her movements grew in intensity.

“Well then stop... Stop playing with me and...” Donna gasped nervously, masturbating without any qualms. The sight before you was exciting, but you weren't going to let her do it anymore.

“No hands, Donna,” you said, grabbing her wrists and placing them on either side of her hips. “I told you I would take care of this.”

“Hurry up, (Y/N)... It hurts...” She protested, with a slightly innocent tone, writhing on the couch.

“Calm down...” You whispered before leaning and kissing the glistening tip slowly, enjoying the taste of her arousal as one of your hands grabbed it to keep her lenght right where you wanted it.

“Gods... Your kisses are...” Donna gasped, increasing the friction with desperate movements of her hips.

You smiled as, little by little, you went down, surrounding her erection with your lips and moving your tongue slowly, not leaving an inch of skin unlicked. Her hand rested on your head, making you hold on, not daring to stop surrounding her, hugging her with your mouth.

Your hand began to move too, picking up a harmonious rhythm along with your mouth, slurping, licking and kissing all the arousal out of her. Her moans increased, without a trace of her usual shyness, grunting as your tongue ran over the tip before going down again slowly, unhurriedly, but increasingly intense.

That exciting situation caused you to moan against her skin, making her entire body start to shake.

“(Y/N) no... Don't stop now... I...” Donna stammered, gripping your hair tighter, making your speed increase before, with a muffled moan, her hips ground against your body and you noticed how heat flooded your mouth. “Oh, Gods, I, I'm so sorry...”

Her apology made you raise your eyebrows and laugh in amusement, wiping away the remains her seed had left in your corners, resting your head on her lap.

“Don't apologize, Donna...” You purred, climbing on top of her again and kissing her tenderly and warmly, heat that began to become unbearable for you. “I love your flavor…”

Those obscene words made her laugh nervously, tasting herself in your mouth, with her hands hugging your half-naked body, with her kisses becoming wild again.

“Are you feeling better, honey?” You asked tenderly, studying her still confused expression, even with that sparkle in her eye. She looked around for something to look at, as if she were terribly embarrassed by what had just happened.

“No,” she said, sighing, grabbing your face in her hands and kissing you in a messy manner. You laughed, lowering your hand to corroborate her words. Her erection had gone down for a moment, but didn't take long for it to rise again, making you look at her, biting your lips.

“Wow... I had never seen this before,” you commented amused, caressing her hard penis again, maybe less hard, but hard nonetheless.

“That damn tea...” Donna muttered, caressing your back erratically. “I want more, (Y/N)”

“More tea?” You teased, kissing her neck and unhooking her bra skillfully and discreetly, running your hand across her bare chest, making her moan again.

“No. I want more of you,” she said with a serious tone, pushing you so she could grab you by the legs and lift you up with a strength you had rarely seen.

You held onto her waist with your legs as she carried you to the other couch, letting you fall onto it as she got rid of the rest of her clothes.

“Don't make me wait, Donna...” You said putting on a good girl's face as you pulled down your underwear, throwing it to the other side of the room. When your hand reached the fabric of your dress, hers held you back from taking it off. Her eye continued to shine with hunger and desire as she positioned herself between your legs, pressing your wetness with her erection.

“Don't take it off...” She whispered in your ear. “I like to see you like this… Helpless…”

“Who are you? What have you done with Donna?” You asked jokingly, pleased by Lady Beneviento's lack of self-control.

“Shut up...” She said, holding your chin firmly in her hands. “I want… I need to fill you, (Y/N)... I need it so bad…”

“I know, honey...” You said in an understanding tone, knowing that it was the tea that was talking and not Donna, or at least the part of her that you knew. That slightly more dominant side of your girlfriend was quite funny.

“I can't take it anymore...” She growled as, with a small movement, she entered you without warning, making you moan in surprise, but pleased, very pleased.

“Oh, Donna...” You moaned, closing your eyes to help your body get used to her size.

She moaned too, grabbing your legs and starting to move slowly, enjoying like never before the feeling of your body hugging her erection, wanting to feel the slightest movement, the hug with which your walls worshiped her body.

“So... Tight...” The lady whispered, in a low tone, probably thinking you hadn't heard her. She was so clouded and distracted by her desire that she didn't realize that you were enjoying each one of those words.

“Just for you, Donna...” You said in a seductive tone, matching her slow movements with your hips, feeling how your moisture ran through her body, how yours fought to keep her dick from leaving it.

“Just for me...” She repeated, stopping for a moment, probably to not get carried away by desire, by that cursed tea. “I can barely… I can barely move… It hugs me so well…”

“Move, Donna... I need it,” you moaned when her movements were barely perceptible. Your body quickly adjusted to the intruder and your arousal helped it to slide easily as her thrusts resumed.

The obscene sound of your humidity and almost desperate moans began to be the soundtrack of that room. Donna seemed impatient, overcome by the pleasure she was feeling, that she was making you feel.

You scratched her back, arching your body involuntarily and stealing a kiss whenever you could, to which she smiled contentedly. At no point would you let that tea blur the love you felt for her, the love she felt for you.

The doll maker caressed your legs, slowly raising them and grabbing them over her shoulder, moving her hips gracefully, knowing that your bodies couldn't be separated, didn't want to be separated.

“Donna... I'm so close...” You moaned, biting your knuckles to contain your excitement. She smiled and closed her eyes, intensifying her thrusts. The tremors of her erection inside you told you that she wasn't far from her second release either.

“Turn around,” she said, pulling out of you before a wave of heat washed over you. “Turn around, please…”

You looked at her hungrily, moaning at the lack of her body in yours, but you obeyed. She raised your hips slightly, exposing you in a terribly arousing way and entering you again with a guttural moan.

“Just like that, just like that, tesoro... You’re taking me so well...” She moaned, bending down to insert her dick deeper, as far as it could. You couldn't stand it and it didn't take long for you to tense your body, making your muscles squeeze Donna even more, who gasped from the shock, letting herself be placed on your back while she filled you with her heat.

You both stayed in that position for a few moments. Donna rested her head on your back, still not leaving you, enjoying the feeling of her wetness on your body, not letting it to come out.

Her breathing was now more normal and the pressure inside you decreased enough to realize that the effect of that tea had ended, fortunately, or rather, unfortunately...

“Donna...” You sighed, realizing that her body was trembling against yours. Carefully, you turned around. Lady Beneviento was unable to look you in the eyes, embarrassed by her actions. “Hey, Donna…”

“I'm so sorry...” She whispered into your chest, pulling out of you and hugging you tightly. “I'm sorry, cara mia...”

“Why are you sorry?” You asked, gently stroking her black hair, playing with it with your fingers. “It seems that you are feeling better now…”

“Yes, I... No, I haven't treated you well,” she said with a tone of regret, letting you hug her tenderly, giving her the warmth that was now missing from her body.

“Are you kidding me? I had a great time,” you said with a smile. She looked up for a moment, but looked down again, embarrassed.

“I, I felt... I was so... I couldn't think clearly,” she said, apologizing again, her body shivering from the sudden cold.

“It wasn't your fault, I know you're not like that, Donna,” You said with a reassuring tone. “Besides, I liked it. It has been... Different.”

“Alcina...” She hissed with a dark voice, snuggling closer to your body, letting your hug comfort her.

“It doesn't matter, Donna, really...” you whispered, patting her back. “Hey…”

“What?” She asked curious.

“Can I have some tea?”

[matthewswifeyx]

One month <3

Requested?- yess! Here <3

Warnings?- Fluff

A/N: Guys this is my first try writing in third person, please tell me if its trash or not! 😅

Y/N and Matt had finally welcomed their beautiful baby boy Conner into the world. He was home safe, sound and settled. Both of the new parents were enjoying their title. They felt extremely comfortable referring to each other as 'mommy' and 'daddy' when speaking with Conner and talking about themselves. The first month went by so quickly, Y/N and Matt had enjoyed every second of quality time they could have with their new addition. It did take them a while to get used to this new lifestyle.

"Matt you put the diaper on backwards!" Y/N chuckled.

"Hey, can you blame me? There are no instructions." Matt laughed with Y/N.

They had worked together and promised each other to talk things out if they are struggling. Y/N recently had been feeling the effects of postpartum depression, but her husband wasn't afraid to be at her side and support her in anyway shape or form.

"I don't why I am feeling so down, I am so happy that we finally can have a family but I just feel a little lost."

"Y/N it is completely okay to be feeling this way at this point in time, we can go to the doctor and get the support you need. We will get through this together. I promise." Matt kissed her lovingly to show that he does care. Y/N knew that he did.

A newborn in the house did result in sleepless nights, but Y/N and Matt did know what they signed up for.

The baby monitor released the sounds of crying from baby Conner in his nursery. It broke both of their hearts that he was in distress.

"I got it Matt don't worry."

Y/N hopped out of bed and went straight to the crying Conner to try and get him back to sleep. She picked him up from his crib and she tried breastfeeding, Y/N has always had trouble feeding Conner. Little did she know that Matt was watching and listening to the events over the baby monitor, he felt so upset for Y/N. He knew that she was devastated when she found that she would have troubles feeding her son.

"Why am I labelled a natural mom when I can't even feed my baby naturally." That comment replayed in Matt's mind. He didn't want Y/N to feel this way again, so he got out of bed and joined his wife in the nursery.

"You doing okay baby?"

"No i'm not. My body won't let me breastfeed." Tears start to sting the corners of Y/N's eyes.

"Baby, you're just tired. I got this one, i'm just going to get a pre made formula from the fridge, okay? Go back to bed and get some rest alright?"

"Okay." She murmurs.

"I love you Y/N." Matt says. Y/N doesn't say anything and walks out of the nursery back to the bedroom. Matt bounced Conner slightly up and down in his arms in a way to quieten him. Matt went over to the rocking chair and tried to see if skin to skin would make Conner fall back to sleep. Matt was already shirtless. Matt took Conner out of his onesie carefully and placed him on his chest.

"It's okay buddy, daddy's here." Matt hushed. He continued to craddle Conner on his chest for a few more minutes and after that Conner had fallen back into a peaceful sleep.

Conner was mostly a happy baby, so when he did cry during the day it didn't affect Y/N and Matt as much. Matt was such a good dad, he knew that the baby couldn't really respond at the moment. But he was being silly and fun with the baby. Matt would never put the baby in harms way. But he would scare Y/N a few times by throwing Conner up in the air slightly and catching him safely.

"God Matt! Don't do that, you scared me!" Y/N immediately took Conner from Matt's arms and held him close to her chest.

"Y/N, honey, I would never do anything to hurt Conner. It's just a bit of fun." Coincidentally Conner babbles quietly in a cute agreement. Both Matt and Y/N laughed at this interaction.

Every since Conner was born, Matt would be looking online for toys and games that they could play with together. Y/N knew that Conner was going to be Matt's best friend. Matt would order the biggest and coolest toys all over the internet. One day Matt would pick up an interactive dinosaur and the next day he would order a jellycat the same size and Y/N. Matt really cared for his child to feel safe and happy even if Conner couldn't appreciate it right now, but being a new father gave Matt a job to make sure both of those bullet points are ticked off the list straight away. Matt would start decorating the play room as soon as he had any free time, Matt had bought a comfortable small couch to put on the corner. he had bought a camouflage backdrop to put behind the sofa, he decided to theme the play room as a jungle. So Matt had bought loads of animal plushies and a teepee tent to put in the corner. Matt had purchased about a dozen of childrens books to read. Matt had also set up some fairy lights in the ceiling to really set the mood.

Y/N couldn't have been more proud and appreciative of Matt, he wanted his son to have the best childhood a father could offer.

Y/N and Matt really tried hard to make sure everything was prepared for Conner when he was able to play and walk and talk. They couldn't have been any better and supportive with one another.

Hey guys! I hope you really enjoyed this fanfic! if you have any suggestions/requests please do not hesitate to send something for me to see and i will try and get back to you asap! <3

Banner credits to @bernardsbendystraws <3

[honeyshiddendesire]

Boss’ Office

Garp x female Reader

Warnings: INCEST PLAY!!!! (No blood relation!) Use of name Grandpa!

ONCE AGAIN INCEST PLAY!!!!

vaginal penetration, chokehold with reverse cowgirl to backshots, dirty talk/teasing, exhibition/voyeurism, age gap, pet names, office sex, boss/subordinate

Another warning !!

⚠️ INCEST PLAY⚠️🙄

*Author's Note: Posted this on my old account but had it saved so decided to post it again 🩷🤤*

*banner*

Slushing wet noises and slapping skin filled the office space. Light layer of sweat on your skin as your muscles tightened and pussy fluttered.

“Yeah you like this old dick don’t chu sweet thing? No one your own age can handle a little minx like you. You need a man like me fucking this little cunt how it should be.” Garp grunted into your ear as he held you in a head lock. Sitting on his girthy cock had you shaking like crazy, thighs trembling on his lap.

Hand rubbing at your clit under your black tennis skirt, toes curling under your knee high socks and Oxford heels. Your nails clawing at his furry thighs to hold yourself steady. “Nngh! Ahh! Yess! I-I love it! Please grandpa! Please~! D-don’t stop!” Your begging was everything to your boss that pounded you down onto his thick cock.

Ridged veins rubbing against your sensitive walls making you twitch and spasm around him. “Grandpa~!” Your moans so loud it filled his office easily making his all male staff jealous and harder than you could imagine. Some running to the bathroom for a quick nut off or others saying fuck it and wacking at their desks. The man in his cubicle right across from Garp’s office was fisting his long veiny cock as he looked at the show.

“Fuck princess~ they love coming to work cause of you, you know that right?” Garp grunted against your ear making your eyes roll back. “They love seeing their dirty old boss fuck his pretty granddaughter.” Garp kept saying such taboo things that made your brain dizzy in the best way possible.

“Especially him. Look at how excited you made him, his cock is leaking so much for you princess.” Garp breathed out as he turned your attention to the young blonde man with curly brows. Pretty sure his name was Sanji but at the moment your brain was too fucked out to recall.

Sanji’s long cock was aching as he watched your pussy being split apart. Angry red tip oozing drops of cum making you whine as you watched it drip down the length of his cock. A loud moan leaving him as he watched Garp pick up your skirt so he could see the view of his cock entering you.

“Bet he wants to fuck you so bad.” Garp groaned as he rolled his hips up in time of pulling you down. Your screams high pitched as he knocked it out of you, cockhead beating your cervix up deliciously. “He probably wishes he could come in here and use one of these slutty holes you got.”

Garp’s own brain going dizzy from the lewd words he kept spilling but he couldn’t stop when he had you like this. Drooling on yourself with your tongue hanging out like a bitch, his bitch, in heat.

“I know for a fuckin’ fact that he does.” Garp snapped, “But that’s- Too. Damn. Bad!” Garp growled as he stood up, pushing your chest into the desk with a heavy hand.

“Scream whose pussy it is.” Garp snarled out, jealous but the desire to be watched always battling each other. “Let everyone know that this old man is the only one that can touch you. I wanna hear it.” You tried to nod but it was a pathetic attempt.

“Grandpa Garp ! Ahh nghhh ohhh yesss~ yes grandpa~ puhlease~ don’t ahh stop!” Voice hoarse from the pleasure of how deep his cock fucked your cunt. “So big! Fuck yes! Feels so fucking good! Ahh ha Nngh yesss right there Garp! No one can -ahhh fuck- no one can make me cum like you!”

Your squishy walls sucking him in with every thrust that he gave you. One of his large hands held both of yours behind your back, using it as leverage to pull you back. Other hand reaching around to hold your face to look at the onlookers.

Everyone knew when the ceo started making you answer questions that he was trying to make you cum. All the men looking over to see the expression. Men of all ages and types looking at you as they fisted their cocks in hunger. Garp loved seeing the want in their eyes and the power that he held in knowing he was fucking your cunt and not them.

“Yeah only I can make this pretty pussy cum huh baby girl” Garp kissing along the side of your neck making you whine. Moans slipping at the feel of his balls slapping into your aching clit.

“Garp fuck! Yesss~! Your cock is so big!” You screamed out loud with dreamy eyes, “Feel you so deep~”

A proud smile and a glare painted on his face that made the men shiver at their shameful release.

“Grandpa~ wanna cum~ pleasee~!” You pleaded as your pussy fluttered around his meaty cock that bruised your insides. Your juices spraying all over his cock pulling him in deeper. “Yess! Cumming~!” You moaned out.

Garp kissed the side of your face as he felt his cock twitch. Grunting as he fucked your cunny harder. “Good fucking girl.” Thrusting in your pussy to help you both ride out your orgasm.

Groaning as he sunk in deep before painting that cunt white. “Such a good pussy baby.” Garp grunted as he kissed your neck.

His eyes glared at the man watching from the door, “Beat it! GET BACK TO WORK!”

Turning to face you he kisses all over your drooly face making you giggle, “The only one that gets to slack off is the office princess who’s stuffed full of my cum.”

Making the man laugh as you hit his arm playfully, “GARP~!”

“Careful saying my name like that doll you’ll make me hard again.”

[extinctlesspains]

ooo kwon with a reader who sings?? or an idol! reader??

A/n: YES YES YES YES AND YESS.

𝑅ℎ𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐹𝑢𝑟𝑦:𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑔

𝐵𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠

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𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑥 𝐼𝑑𝑜𝑙!𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡.

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐻𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡.

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑌/𝑛, 𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑔.

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The stage lights are blinding, but you’re used to it by now. The roar of the crowd fills your ears as you hit the final note, your body moving effortlessly to the rhythm. Each move, each breath is calculated, but the thrill never fades. The music stops, the lights dim, and the audience erupts into applause. You smile, bow, and let the wave of energy wash over you.

Backstage, you peel off your headset mic, sweat dripping down your temples. Managers and staff buzz around you, talking about the next performance, the next interview, the next flight. But all you want is a moment to breathe. You slip away from the chaos, finding a quiet corner in the shadows of the venue.

That’s when you see him. Kwon , leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. He’s watching you, those dark eyes unreadable, intense. You’ve seen him before—on TV, in clips of brutal karate fights. But here, in the dim light, he seems different.

“Enjoy the show?” you ask, breaking the silence.

He smirks, a faint glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “Not my usual thing. But you… you’re impressive.”

The words are simple, but there’s something about the way he says them. No flattery, no pretense. Just raw honesty.

“High praise from someone who fights for a living,” you tease.

He doesn’t smile, but you can tell he’s intrigued. “What are you doing back here?”

“Hiding from reality.” You shrug. “You?”

He pushes off the wall, stepping closer. “Same.”

There’s a tension between you, something electric and dangerous. He’s nothing like the people in your world—no glitz, no cameras, just pure, unfiltered presence. And you like it.

You start seeing each other more. At first, it’s casual—coincidences that aren’t really coincidences. He waits for you after rehearsals, you show up at Cobra Kai practices. You sit on the sidelines, watching him spar, marveling at the precision and brutality of his movements. He watches you dance, eyes dark and intense, as if he’s trying to memorize every move.

“Show me,” he says one night, after everyone’s gone.

“Show you what?”

“Those moves.”

You laugh. “You want to learn to dance?”

He doesn’t answer, just steps closer. You put your hands on his shoulders, guiding him. His body is rigid at first, all sharp angles and tension. But then, he relaxes, following your lead.

“You’re not bad,” you tease. “Just… stiff.”

He grabs your waist, pulling you closer. “Careful, Y/N.”

Your breath catches. “Or what?”

He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t have to. The look in his eyes says enough.

But the closer you get, the harder it becomes to balance your worlds. Your schedule is relentless—rehearsals, concerts, press tours. His training for the Sekai Taikai is brutal. The distance between you grows, filled with missed calls and unanswered texts.

One night, after you cancel plans for the third time, he snaps.

“You’re never around anymore,” he mutters, his voice low.

“I’m trying, Kwon. This is my career.”

“And what am I?” His eyes are hard, his jaw clenched. “Just a distraction?”

You reach for him, but he steps back. “It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it?” His voice is rough, filled with something you can’t quite name. “Because right now, I feel like I’m fighting for something that doesn’t matter to you.”

The words hit harder than any punch. You want to explain, to tell him he’s wrong. But all you can do is watch as he walks away.

The Sekai Taikai is brutal. You follow the updates online, watching clips of his fights, your heart in your throat. He’s different in the ring—cold, ruthless. You wonder if he thinks of you, if the anger he shows is because of you.

Then, you decide you can’t stay away.

The final match is packed, the crowd deafening. You slip in quietly, hiding in the back. He doesn’t know you’re there, but you need to see him.

The fight is intense. He takes hit after hit, but he doesn’t fall. Every move is calculated, every strike precise. And then, finally, the referee raises his hand in victory. The crowd erupts, but he looks distant, lost. Until he sees you.

You push through the crowd, tears in your eyes. “Kwon.”

He stares at you, breathing hard. “You came.”

“I had to.”

His eyes soften, the hardness fading. “I thought you chose them.”

You shake your head. “I chose you.”

He pulls you close, his forehead resting against yours. “I thought I lost you.”

“You never did.”

In that moment, the noise, the chaos, the world—it all fades away. All that’s left is you and him, two people from different worlds, somehow finding their way back to each other.

And for the first time, everything feels real.

[braxlrose]

HII ! CAN I REQUEST A LOT (like A LOT) OF BILL SFW AND NSFW HEADCANNONS PLS 🙏🙏 the brain rot is hitting hard. THANK U

YESS!!! SORRY I HAVENT WRITTEN IN LIKE 2 WEEKS YOU GUYS IM SO SORRY

this is not proofread btw BUT ANYWAYS

Bill is a sucker for you

When you two first met in 2003 when you moved to Magdeberg, he fell in love so quickly

He believes in love at first sight and in destiny and soulmates

He truly believes you two are meant for eachother

Now even though he does believe in that, it takes him a while to want to be bf and gf

When he found out you played an instrument, he fell EVEN harder

After a few days of pining for you and constantly talking to tom about you, he sits down next to you in class

He starts chatting with you a bunch and ends up finding out so much about you

When he told you he was in a band you were so intrigued

You always wanted to start your own band but never met the right people

He invited you to come to one of their concerts and you had such a fun time

You thought he looked so cute (and cool!!) when he was wearing his plaid skirt in front of everybody

You two got closer and you even met Gustav, Georg and Tom

Tom was totally skeptical of you at first

He thought that you were using him for your own gain or just pretending to be his friend to embarress him.

A lot of people had bullied Bill and he just wanted to make sure you weren't one of them

But he got less skeptical as you and Bill grew closer and actually came to liking you

On your first date with Bill, he came to your house and even brought you flowers

He's just cute like that

Your dad thought he was gonna be some perverted little teenage boy (he is but not in the gross bad way) so when he came to your house with a cute smile on his face and flowers in his hands he was surprised to say the least

He brought you two to a drive in movie theater and you guys sat in the back of his step-dads truck.

He brought a blanket for you two and his mom gave him some money so he could get you guys popcorn, soda and candy

You two watched Labyrinth

And he later found out you also shared his joy for David Bowie

After that you two were officially bf and gf

You would sit at lunch with him and the band

And come to his house

His mom LOVED you

You two would also make out up in his room

Tom would always interrupt you guys 😒

You were there at the site when the band was filming 'Monsun' and were so in love with him

He looked amazing and felt so happy and less stressed because you were there

When the musikvideo came out, TONS of girls became obsessed with him

Which made you a bit insecure and jealous, but Bill always reassured you, he only wanted you and no one else

When they went on a tour in the summer, after weeks of asking your mom she finally agreed to let you go with them.

You went on the tour bus with them, which they were all happy to have you

They loved you and thought you were the perfect match for bill

You two would cuddle while sleeping and he would always hold your waist

In the mornings, you'd sit on his lap and do his makeup for him

Which he definitely enjoys, yk having a pretty girl on his lap

He just sits there and smiles up at you since your faces are like 2 inches away from eachother

You obviously get free tickets for the gigs and love watching them

Bill loves hearing you scream out their songs and is super happy whenever he's finished a song and sees you smiling and waving at him

After a show, you always run back stage and give him a big kiss which lasts forever

When you guys go to parties you two are either standing by the food table drinking spiked punch

On one of the couches making out

Or dancing together

If you're standing by the food table, he has you standing in front of him and has his arms wrapped around you waist

If you get tired, he'll turn you around and have you lay against his chest with one of his hands rubbing your back and the other playing with your hair

If you two on are one of the couches making out, he has his hands tightly on your hips and your hands on in his hair, if it's more of a heated make out

If you two are just mindlessly making out, soft and slow. He has you sitting sideways on his lap and has his hand caressing your hair. No tongue, just soft sweet kisses

NOW

If you two are dancing together, like I've said A MILLIONS TIMES.

hands. on. your. waist.

He loves having his head buried in your neck and swaying your hips side to side.

He loves the closeness

Once you guys get home from a party you are tired out

You go up to yours and bills hotel room and you two practically pass out

But first you change out of your closes

Sometimes

It really depends on how drunk you two are

All of those 3 scenarios are a result of drinking

If you were standing by the food table, you were drinking which either led to dancing or making out.

And the making out led to dancing

And the dancing led to making out

But anyways

No matter how drunk bill is, he's always holding you close

In bed there are many positions

Yk..

For..

SLEEPING

YOU DIRTY MINDED PPL OH MY GOD IM DISAPOINTED

UGH

Anywayssss

You two spoon or lay face to face

And sometimes one of you lays on top of the other

When you two are totally plastered, you are spooning, if it's in between, one of you two are laying on the other, if you're only tipsy you two are laying face to face and giggling half the night

As I've said before

THIS MAN LOVES YOU SO SO SO MUCH

You're his everything and he tells you that

The first time you two had sex, he was so sweet

It started out as just a simple night and he was braiding your hair and you two ended up kissing

Which led to sex

He was so soft with you

Asking you if everything was okay

Making sure to go slow at first

Kissing you everywhere

And he always made sure you weren't uncomfortable

And he wiped you down afterwards

And you two cuddled away again

In 2008, when bill lost his voice, he was so scared

But thank God you were there

You held him every second and kissed his tears away

When he couldn't talk for 2 weeks, you babied the fuck outta him

But not in a bad way

Just getting him food, and giving him bathes and stuff like that

Which he enjoyed bc he knows how much you care for him

And you were literally jumping for joy when you heard his voice again

In 2011 you and bill got married

It was so beautiful, there were flowers everywhere and everything was absolutely perfect

You were so lucky to be with bill and he was so lucky to have you. You two were the perfect match for eachother and Georg, Gustav and Tom were so happy to finally see you guys get married

They all had bets on when it would finally happen

As a husband, Bill is the absolute sweetest

I mean, as a boyfriend he was sweet too but oh my god

Husband bill is everything

He rubs your back, feet, shoulders, head, legs WHATEVER YOU WANT HE WILL DO

Showers with him are so fantastic too

Shower sex is even better 😏😘

MATCHING TATTOOS.

But besides that, he makes sure to get your soap all lathered up and make you squeaky clean

I REPEAT.

MATCHING TATTOOS.

They're so cute

Even if it's something stupid, he's so happy to get matching tattoos

He also got matching tattoos with you back in the 2000s but I forgot to say that

You two have movie nights all the time

Labyrinth, the princess bride, Bill and Ted's excellent adventure, the Neverending story.

yall love 80s and 90s American movies

you two celebrate the cutest anniversaries

First date obviously

Bro somehow remembers the exact day you two met 💀???

You two have a bunch of firsts and he loves to celebrate them

He's a romantic

A big romantic

Especially for his darling schazi

IF I DIDNT MENTION HE CALLS YOU ALL SORTS OF GERMAN TERMS OF ENDEARMENT

Schatz, schatzi, liebling, maus, etc.

He wants to grow old with you and be with you forever

He's never ever thought of being with someone else and never will

YALL IM SO SORRY BUT IM KIND OF TIRED RN, I WILL DO A NSFW VERSION THOUGH. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS 😭

[hanasnx]

Waaaaitttt I saw the Hayden suggestions and I’ve unashamedly thought about the very top one many many times cause I’m embarrassingly craving that y/n moment and I’ve gone to a decent amount of cons and met a fair amount of celebs I’ve debated about using one of the pheromone perfumes to meet Hayden. But like yess he sees you during the photo op and he’s instantly drawn to you. He doesn’t pay much attention to that thought cause he’s got a long line to get through and photo ops are fast paced but then when you go up to get your autograph that’s when he can sneakily make a move. When you get an autograph the handlers write your name for the celeb on a sticky note and usually the celeb doesn’t take it off so like I’m thinking he quickly scribbles his number on it and you’re so star struck you don’t notice it until you’re away from his table..but that’s how you end up in his hotel room that night with your legs up over your head.

-Bimbo Baggins

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: i gatekept this message it was so good

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN tries to stay in his lane. Over the years he's gotten exceptionally good at minding his business, minding his manners, and staying out of trouble. Mixing business with pleasure is a very steep cliff, one he rarely dares to approach. However, you had caught his eye in a way that hadn't occurred in a very long time. To give everyone fair treatment during these photo ops, his attention is solely on them during, and he did not mind at all holding your gaze when you shook his hand politely. Habitually, when you'd leaned over in front of him to give one of the attendants something he didn't care to look at, he snuck a generous glance at your ass. As soon as you stepped back to stand next to him for the picture, he accommodated you, moving aside so you could tuck under his arm, and scolded himself for giving in to the temptation.

"Can we do a sort of Anidala-wedding scene pose?" you had asked with such hope, gazing up at him with stars in your eyes. He took too long to answer.

"Of course." He nodded as soon as he got a hold of himself. "Can you show me what you mean?"

Gently, you directed him, handling his broad shoulders to turn him towards you so you could look deeply into his eyes for the picture. For one second, he could swear his heart skipped a beat. Next thing he knew, the picture flashed and you were saying your thank yous and goodbyes. A seed of disappointment grew in his chest, but he moved on.

Only to find himself eager sitting in his seat at the sight of you in the autograph line. A grin spreads on his features as you approach his booth.

"Hi again." you exhale, beaming.

"Good to see you." Hayden replies, pointing out the obvious humor of coming across you twice in a row. He's thankful, scribbling his signature onto the picture frame you'd bought earlier right after your photo op with him. A split second decision is made and it gives him no time to second-guess it when he's adding his number to the sticky note. It's his WhatsApp, just to stay safe, but you don't get time to even look at it, your attention solely on him when you thank him again. He nods at you, and watches you walk away. Once more, his eyes flash to your behind and how it sways in your little cosplay outfit.

It's not always about instant attraction for him, he has to get to know the person to know if he truly likes them, but there's something about you that draws him in. He wants to get to know you, even if he might be compromising his privacy. The ball is in your court, all he has to do is wait for you to notice the gift he left on your sticky note.

"What's that?" your friend asks, pointing to your picture frame in your hand. You grin widely at them.

"Hayden Christensen signed my picture with him— Look!" you exclaim, raising the item into view only to see what your friend was actually referring to. Your expression drops at the sight of ten numbers in a recognizable pattern. A phone number. You face away from your friend in an instant, keeping it to yourself and shielding it with your body. "No way. No fucking way—"

"Is that a phone number? Lemme see—!"

You pinch your shoulder, jerking it away from their touch as you ogle at the sticky note. "There's no way..." It's a dream, it's a fantasy, you're going to wake up any second and then have to get ready to go to con to meet Hayden Christensen for the first time.

"Relax! It's probably the staff member that wrote your name on the sticky note!" your friend reasons, poking their head around your neck and through your hair to sneak a peek. "'Sides, he's like a thousand years old."

"Be quiet for a second, lemme think." you say as you stride away and out of the exit area, scanning your surroundings for a place to chill out and sit.

"If you're that bothered, we should test it! C'mon."

"Okay, okay. Let me find service I have to download an app."

You don't even know how it happened, all of it was a blur. One moment you were texting to verify the number was who you thought it was and ignored your gut feeling when you were texted back two simple words: "Call me."

With all the power within you, you tried to remain as calm as possible while on the phone with him. Constantly, you reminded yourself that "He's just some guy." So you could fathom having a real conversation with him. It turned into him inviting you out, somewhere respectful and secluded to talk after his panel, snowballed into visiting his hotel bar, and then up to his room to sit on his balcony.

"You mind if a smoke?" he'd asked. You shook your head. And it was the first time you'd tried a cigarette. The end still wet from his lips around it, and he cupped his big hands around the mouth of it so he could light it for you.

It must've been the alcohol, or the long day, but when you'd kissed him you were sure you were possessed. His lips were soft like silk, warm and plump, and he slid his hand behind your neck to make sure you couldn't run away. Tongues coated in nicotine curled against one another, experimenting as if afraid to turn the other one away.

Taller than you, you had to crane your neck, but he held you so carefully. Gentler still even when he draw you away while your lips were still pouted and pliantly awaiting his return. "I'm sorry, I apologize. I don't know what came over me." he exhaled, releasing you. But you didn't listen, clutching onto collar of his jacket to draw him right back in.

"Oh, right there. Right there!" you plea, clawing at the hotel pillows above your head as Hayden rolls his hips into you. Big hands tuck into the crooks of your knees, folding your legs over you to hit that spongy spot inside you. Cunt up to the sky, he's slamming into you like he's done it before, a sheen of sweat to his forehead. "That's so fucking good, Hayden," you draw out the words in a sultry whine, and for one second you can't believe that you get to say those words right now. Quickly drawn back in to the moment as soon as he bottoms out for the umpteenth time, screwing your fanatic brains out.

"You feelin' good? Yeah?" he exhales, and his tongue forms over his upper lip as he splays a hand under your ass. It feels so big on you as it lifts your hips up into his thrusts. "Keep those legs up for me." You do as you're told, replacing his touch on your thighs to make sure, and you overlay one of his hands. A strangely intimate and endearing detail he takes to heart, watching your little fingers grab at his in the crook of your knee while he's yanking your cunt up by your asscheek.

"Please don't stop, please!" You want to stay here all night, all next day, forever. You want to live in this little bubble.

In a way, he helps you to achieve that by giving you his real number when it's time to leave his hotel room, and makes you promise to take his call whenever he's in the area again.

[tomssexdoll]

hii can i request where the reader is dating either bill or tom ( they are also part of the band ) and they are signing autographs and a whole bunch of guys just start hitting on the reader and begging for her autograph and either bill or tom get jealous and shows the reader who they belong to 😏😏.

yess sounds so good! ty for the req love <3

Jealous jealous boy

PAIRINGS: Bill 2014 x Female reader CONTENT: ANGST + SMUT SYPNOSIS: Bill and Y/N have been dating for a year, she's in the band Tokio Hotel with him too and one day they are outside of one of their finished concerts signing autographs. A lot of the people there are girls but when you get to the end of the line suddenly a bunch of guys show up, begging her and her only for autographs, throwing gifts at her and saying provocative things. Bill gets super jealous and when they get home he shows her who she belongs to hehefbher A/N: this photo made me squirt!!! WARNINGS: dom!bill, reader!sub, rough fingering, eating out, sucking d, some degrading and praising

It was 2am, we had just finished one of our concerts and outside a swarm of fans were waiting. I looked outside and groaned, trying to prepare myself for all the flashing and screaming fans, don't get me wrong I loved our fans but oh my god I was so tired.

I took a deep breath in and held Bills hand, going over to the fans behind the baricades, basically trying to climb over. I smiled and greeted everyone, signing arms, papers, albums, cds, chests, etc.

I accepted some gifts, hugged some fans and said hello to their camera. A lot of Tom's fans were BRUTAL, they threw bras at him, used underwear and even wedding rings, I chuckled and moved along the line.

Eventually we got to the end of the line and I noticed it wasn't a bunch of sweaty teenage girls, but a group of men and teenage boys. I sighed and prepared for the worst, they were all screaming my name and begged for my autograph only, the others backed away as I signed so many cds, albums and hairy chests. They were screaming how sexy I was and how they wished I was in their bed, it disgusted me but I didn't make a scene.

Some threw gifts at me, some handed them to me. A lot of the gifts were teddy bears, chocolate, used underwear and perfumes. I collected a total of 20 gift bags, waving to everyone and smiling.

I turned around and saw Bill, he was angry, really angry. So angry that his face was bright red, he could've had steam coming out of his ears, a vein was showing on his forehead, I knew I was in deep trouble.

I sighed and prayed to god that I would be able to walk tomorrow.

As we got into the car I felt the tension, Bills hand on my thigh, gripping so tightly I could feel the circulation cut in my leg. He leaned closer to me and whispered in my ear, "when we get to the hotel, be fucking prepared, i'll show you who you belong to" I whimpered softly at his threat and nodded softly. Worry washed over me, was my pussy gonna fall off because with his anger it seemed like it was going to.

Getting closer to the hotel only made me more nervous, my heart beating fast and my hands getting sweaty, Bill started to kiss my neck roughly, biting softly.

"Not now.." I pulled away, muttering to him, he grunted and sat back, his chest heaving up and down. As we got to the hotel we all went into Gustavs room, we all unpacked our gifts, I laughed at all the cards and gifts. I opened the last 5 and gagged as I saw used condoms and love letters.

Bill grabbed them and threw them across the room, grabbing my wrist and dragging me into our room we shared together, throwing me onto the bed roughly.

The guys looked at each other, worried and confused.

"Bill, what the fuck?" I yelled, he grabbed me roughly "you are mine" growling lowly, he ripped my clothes off, like literally. I was stunned, my eyes wide with shock. He has completely changed, Bill was jealous of course but i have NEVER seen him this jealous, it kind of scared me.

"Bill..calm down.." I whispered softly, his eyes darted to mine, flashes of rage in them. "Shut up.." he snarled, pulling my hips close to his and ripping my panties off. He leaned down and laugh my lips in a rough and urgent kiss, I kissed him back, not being able to keep up with him.

"Mine..all mine.." he grunted, pulling his pants down. His cock pulsating in his boxers, a slight hint of pre cum on the front of it as it practically begged to be released from its confines.

I whined as he pulled it out, it stood perfectly, so red and wet. It's like his cock was angry too. "Get on your fucking knees" he demanded, I instantly obeyed and got down onto my knees, grabbing his cock with one hand and opening my mouth, getting ready to suck it.

He stopped me and grabbed my chin to look up at him, "don't" he muttered, I felt his hand snake around the sides of my head, grabbing my hair and shoving his cock deep in my throat.

I choked and gagged as it reached the end, hitting the back of my throat cruely. "Fucking take it all" he groaned, thrusting his cock in and out at a rough pace. Tears fell down my cheeks as he fucked my mouth, saliva building up around my mouth.

"Mmmh!" I whimpered, his pace quickening "too..much..!" I muttered on his cock, he grunted and slammed himself into me harder "i don't care! take it, fuck!"

I felt the tension building in him, he grunted, squelching sounds coming from my mouth as his cock pushed the saliva in and out constantly. With one last thrust he shot his thick seed into my mouth, ropes of cum coating my throat, he held my head as his high faltered out, slowly pulling out. A long string of cum and saliva following from my mouth.

"Swallow, now" he tapped my chin, I nodded and swallowed, opening my mouth and showing him my tongue, he chuckled and picked me up, throwing me back onto the bed.

I watched as he stood over me, his hands caressing my cheeks softly. "Such a good girl, taking my cock so well, how about you take my fingers too, hm?" he tilted his head, I sighed and nodded, crawling back onto the bed and shakily spreading my legs.

He groaned at the sight of my wet pussy, dripping and ready for him. He dipped 2 fingers into my wetness, my soaking cunt wrapping around his fingers as he slid in. I moaned softly "Bill..fuck.." closing my eyes tightly as he curled his fingers against my sweet spot.

"Mm, good isn't it, how about I add another finger baby?" he smirked, my eyes shot open and I whimpered "but.." before I could stall him he snuck a third finger in, roughly fingering my hole.

I cried out as my pussy adjusted to the amount of fingers I had in my pussy, yeah his cock was the same size but fuck this hurt way more. He kissed my thighs softly, trying to distract me from the pain as his pace got harsher.

"Take it baby..cmon.." he stretched me out, the pain weirdly pleasuring. I groaned and held onto his shoulder, gripping them tightly, nail marks forming.

I felt a knot forming in my stomach, trailing down to my heat. My clit throbbed, desperate for attention. Bill noticed my aching clit and latched his lips onto them, sucking roughly, licking the sensitive bud.

I moaned loudly, gripping his hair roughly as his tongue flicked my clit harshly, intense pleasure waves circling throughout my body. "G'nna cum! Fuck!" he smirked and licked faster, slobbering all over my clit. "Such a shame I couldn't fill your pussy with my cum.." he muttered against my pussy.

My pussy tightly clenched around his fingers as my orgasm quickly approached, threatening to come at any moment. "Cum for me baby..all over my fingers.." he grunted lowly, his dark eyes looking up at mine, I nodded and moaned loudly as my orgasm crashed down, coating my juices all over his fingers.

He pulled out softly, licking up all the cum from my pussy first, not wasting a single drop, then moving to his fingers, sucking all the cum off. He stood up and pulled me up, pushing his fingers to my mouth, I opened as he stuck his fingers down my throat, sucking on them graciously, grimacing slightly as I tasted myself on his fingers.

He layed down in the bed and grabbed me, dragging me over to him and wrapping his arms around my small frame, kissing the top of my head. "Such a good girl for me.." he muttered, I smiled at his praise and eventually drifted off to sleep, tired from every event that took place today.

[daphwritesworld]

Right! Horny thoughts!

Because I must fulfill my Duty as ❤️‍🔥anon.

Just thinking about Keira being an EATAH, no like really, Just Keira being an absolute munch and getting down with It for a good hour (even though she could definitely keep going, She stops out of pity for you). The First time She goes down on R, She thinks She might ascend to the heavens, that's how good Keira is.

And she'll get down anywhere, at home, out for lunch, at training, at her parents house (She once ate R out against a wall in her childhood room)

Ans when R says She doesn't want her to, Keira gets all whiny and begging because She NEEDS to taste R.

So yeah that's it

-❤️‍🔥

OH MT GOD YESS!! MUNCH KEIRA 🤭 she could stay between R’s thighs all day long, but she knows that’d just be selfishly for her own pleasure. but god can she seduce R into giving up that pussy any and everywhere. Keira has mastered the art of foreplay to a T. She knows where to kiss, pinch, and squeeze, to get R to agree to let her head nestle between her legs. the amount of times one of the girls (from either teams tbh) have walked into the gym late a night thinking they’re the last ones there….just to be met with the back of Keira’s head and R’s legs spread wide open with the most pornographic moans echoing throughout the room. they are genuinely so fed the fuck up those two horny bastards.

oh lord and the amount of times Keira has got R into the backseat of her car at lunch. always starts with a promise of going to get R her favorite food, but ends with Keira eating her favorite meal right there in the parking lot. she of course gives R the lunch she had packed for herself since she gets some scolding for lying about feeding her baby. R does NOT play about her food.

oh god and at her parents house!?! Keira has never in a million years done anything even remotely sexual in her parent’s house out of pure respect….until she brought R home to meet them. how could she not devour her girl’s pussy when she shows up in a dress that hugs her curves just enough to tease. something modest enough for her parents, but sexy enough to drive Keira herself absolutely insane. the way she holds R up against the wall like it’s nothing— not even breaking a sweat as her tongue spilts her girlfriend open while her family cooks dinner right down below them. it’s dirty, disgusting, and downright diabolical. to have someone be this good with their mouth, but not allowed to make a peep? oh that is torture. R cannot look her parents in the eye without a deep shade of red covering her cheeks. they just think she’s nervous and a cutie. telling her “Don’t let this one get away, Keira! she’s an absolute sweetheart.”

and i feel like R would definitely use that as a punishment for Keira🤣 Keira watches ahead in the show they watch together? she can’t eat R out until the next morning. Keira pisses R off in general? “Fine! But your mouth is in timeout!” and Keira almost falls over when she hears that. “Babe? Oh come onnnnnn. I was just kidding,” and now Keira is on her knees in front of R with a look of terror on her face. “Please don’t do this! It’s been forever since you last let me get a taste of you!” and she ends it with pressing kisses into R’s thighs. but R just pushes Keira’s head away as she gets up and starts walking up stairs. “Babe you ate me out like 2 hours ago,” R rolls her eyes as she stomps up the stairs. Keira is hot on her trail tho, puppy dog eyes in full effect and whines of complaint flowing from her lips. Keira will literally do any and everything to get back into R’s pants i mean good graces!! she will become a cook, a maid, and a begger. i’m talking her face buried into R’s chest as she begs and whines and pleads for forgiveness. and she will not give up until R’s just fed up and pushing Keira’s head between her thighs. “Then shut up and make me cum already then!!” and Keira just smiles because….after R had made her beg and plead and wait like that? yeah she’s not stopping until R’s blacking out from the pleasure firing off in her brain.

[singsangseung]

Study Date

Hhhheeeeyyyyy besties it's me @astraysimp! I’m switching it up and writing some smut–the duality. I’ve been having some UNHOLY thoughts lately…. And well here we are :D this is my first time writing smut though, so please be considerate of that. I plan on writing a mix of smut and fluff, and in the future plan on having a masterlist dedicated to smut only. Anyways, Enjoy (grab a snack this is a LONG one)

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀Summary: you have an exam coming up, so you ask your lovely boyfriend Seungmin to help you study. However, things go awry, you have other plans and end up not studying at all

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀Warnings: college!boyfriend Seungmin, dirty talk, hair pulling, ROUGH, degradation kink, fem!reader, Seungmin wears gray sweatpants, unprotected sex(DONT BE A FOOL AND WRAP YOUR TOOL), chance of getting caught, hard!dom Seungmin,cussing-lots , reader is called slut,etc, choking kink,squirting

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You had a calculus exam next week and you knew you needed to study. But, you also knew you missed your boyfriend Seungmin. So, you had the idea to text him for a study date , so you sent him a text. “Hey baby, want to help me study for my calc exam?” You sent it to him , waiting for a reply. Giggling, you heard your phone ding, signaling his reply. “Sure,bubs. I’m at my dorm,come on over <3”. So, you made your way to his dorm building.

Arriving at his dorm , he buzzed you in and you made your way to his dorm room. Humming to yourself, you knocked on his door, before he answered. Smiling, he opened the door and leaned in for a kiss. “Hi, babes. Ready to study?” He whispered against your lips, feeling  you kiss him back. “I am, bubba.” You smiled, kicking your shoes off and closing the door. Holding your hand, Seungmin led you to his room, sitting on his bed. “C’mon princess, study time,” He smiled, patting his bed. Then…you noticed, gray sweatpants, perfectly showing the outline of his cock. The sight of his sweatpants and the outline of his cock had your mind wandering. Sitting on his bed, you tried to push the dirty thoughts from your mind so you could focus.It went well for about 25 minutes, but then you started getting bored. “Minnieeeee, why’d you wear thoooseeeee? You know what those do to me.” You whined, throwing a leg of his waist and pressing wet kisses to his neck and jaw. “Yah, control yourself baby. You said you wanted to study for your exam.” He groaned, feeling his resolve slowly die. You just couldn’t help yourself though, he looked too good and his dick was PRACTICALLY asking for your attention. Humming, you moved to straddle his waist, sucking hickies into his neck, running your hands along his chest. “Mmm, can’t baby. Need you, ‘s been too long,” you whispered, grinding your pussy against his hardening dick. Seungmin groaned, threading his hand into your hair, pulling your head back. “Fucking pathetic. All you can think of is my cock huh?” He taunted, pressing his dick into you. Whining, you moaned and ground yourself harder against him. “F-fuck, yess baby. Want your cock so bad, ‘so so big, need it in me,” you whined, feeling your panties growing wetter. “Pathetic, what a needy slut. Work for it, my little slut.” He laughed, using his spare hand to grip your ass, grinding you on his dick faster and harder. You whined and pulled him in a searing kiss, your tongues colliding and hastily pulled his sweatpants and boxers down, along with your sweats and panties. “Fuck, fuck, so big, sir.” You whined, taking his cock into your hand.

Seungmin scoffed and lolled his head back, smacking your ass. “Come on, thought you wanted my cock. Hurry before you don’t get anything.” He rolled his eyes, feeling you line your cunt up with the tip of his dick. Moaning, you slowly sank down on his cock, feeling it stretching you.”FUCK! Oh my good, sir, fuck, minnie! SO big hhnnngggggg.” You whined, eyes clenched shut as you rolled your hips, grinding your clit against his pelvic area. Chuckling, he watched you slowly bouncing on him and slapped your ass. “That’s all you got. Come on, does sir have to do it all for you? How pathetic.” He, suddenly, thrusted up into your cunt. “fffuuuccckkkkkk!Sir! S-sir, cock’s so big! More please! “ You moaned, eyes closed and your head thrown back.  Sighing, he pulled your hair hard and flipped you over, on the bed. Seungmin hissed, seeing how wet your cunt was, and guided his dick back into you, pressing your legs to your chest. “Fuuuck, baby. Your cunt is so good. So tight and wet for me.” He groaned, watching the way his cock slipped into you. Nodding, you grabbed the bedsheets. “Fuck! Sir, fuck- so good! Hhhnngggg!” You cried out, as he sped his thrusts up. Pounding into you, Seungmin wrapped a hand around your neck, snapping his hips against yours. “Fuck! Clenching my cock so good, princess. What do you say to sir?” He groaned, eyes focused on your fucked out face , he put pressure on the sides of your neck. “Hhhhhhnnnggggggg! Oh my - fuck! Thank you sir! Thank you- fuck you fuck me so fucking good!” You whined, opening your eyes to see him staring back at you.”Yeeeaaaaaah. Taking sir’s big cock so well, yeah. So fucking wet baby. So tight, clenching my cock like that,” he hissed, rolling his head to the side. Whining, you held onto the hand around your neck. “Fuck me! Oh my fucking goooddddd! Seungminn! SO fucking close,hhhnnggggg!” Leaning down to your face level, Seungmin scoffed. “ You don’t get to cum that easy, slut. Beg.” He smirked, flipping you onto all fours.

Burying your face in the pillow , you cried, his hips snapping against yours harder. “Fuuuck! Please let me cum sir! Please, want to cum on your big cock so bad. Please please please!” You whined, and threw your ass back on him. That seemed to not only not satisfy him but annoy him. Pulling your hair back, he pulled your back to his chest and put his hand around your neck. Groaning into your ear, he only sped up and hissed into your ear. “ You’re going to take what I fucking give you. Got it, slut?” He seethed, pushing your body down, the front of your body collapsing on the bed, and smacked your ass. “What a pathetic slut. What happened to studying,hm? Wanted to study my cock, this whole time.” He groaned, pulling your hips flush against his and ramming into your harder. You cried and turned your head to see his face– sweaty and brows furrowed with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. “Yah! I asked you a fucking question, slut. Answer me, or you don’t get anything, understand?” He roared down at you, smacking your ass, and pulled your hair. “Aaaaaahhhhh! Hnnnnngggggg, fuck! Fuck yes! Just wanted your cock this whole time,sir,” You whined, feeling your orgasm approaching. Chuckling, Seungmin rolled his hips into you slowly, the tip of his dick hitting your g-spot. 

He knew that spot sent you overboard, so… he pulled out–only leaving his tip in you. Crying you reached back to try to make his dick sink into you. “Why’d you stop? Fuck,sir! PLease, need it ! need to cum, please let me cum! Please please please oh fuck–” you whined, feeling him snap back into you. “So fucking desperate for my cock,” he glowered, enunciating between each thrust. You could only nod , your eyes rolled back, which made him laugh. Smacking your ass, Seungmin groaned, feeling you clench his dick tighter. “Oh poor slut. Fucked all dumb on my cock.” He laughed condescendingly, watching you shake your head and clutch the bedsheets with white knuckles. “Maybe I should test you, slut. If you pass, I’ll let you cum.” That thought alone had you gushing around him, moans falling from your lips. “Oh my little slut likes that? If you fail…. No cumming , slut. You take my cum and don’t fucking complain.” He laughed out, hips hammering against yours-sending his cock to hit your g-spot. “Let’s start,hm? What’s the equation for the constant rule?” he asked, pulling you up by your hair, slowing his thrusts. “Hhhnnngggg-f-fuck- it’s d over d times x all muliplied by…fuck” you whined, feeling him reach down to rub your clit.”What was that, my little slut?” He sneered, snapping his hips into yours once. “Fuuucccccckkkkkk! Fuck it’s d over d times ex all multiplied by c equals 0, sir” You whined, feeling his thrusts speed up. “Good job, slut. You got that right, next question……what are the 4 basic steps to finding the derivative?” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your neck, your eyes rolling back. “Come on….1….2….if i get to three you get nothing.1……2…..” He counted, slowly rubbing your clit.  “What’s step 1?” “fuck…choose the interval,” you moaned, reaching down to grip his wrist. Continuing his rubbing on your clit, “step 2?” “2 is..-oh fuckkkkk-find the r-raw change,sir.” You moaned, throwing your head forward. He only nodded, slightly speeding his thrusts up. “Gooood, good slut. What about 3 and 4?” He hissed, slowly fucking his cock into you. “Ooooh  fuuuuuckkkk. Oh god, I’m close.Min min minnnn, right there fuck.” You whined, feeling his tip hit your g-spot. “Only two more steps, honey.” He soothed you, rocking his hips steadily, sure to hit your g-spot every time. “3-fuck-3 is find the rate of change and -fuck meeeee sooo big hnnnggggg- 4 is make your model perfect.” You rushed out .

Smirking, Seungmin quickly flipped you onto your back, going back to pounding into you with a hard fast pace. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to your lips, seeing the tear stains on your cheeks. “Gooood job, my slut, my pretty slut. I can feel you clenching me.” He cooed, still ramming into you, reaching down to rub fast circles in your clit. “You close, does my slut want to cum?” He  smiled, his hips colliding with yours. Shrieking out, you nodded. “Fuck yes yes yes! Please- hhnnnngggg- fuck please let me! So close, minnie!” You groaned, pulling his hair. Caging you against the bed, Seungmin snapped his hips against yours. “One last question…..who fucks you this good?” He punctuated, the tip of his dick hitting your g-spot HARD. You threw your head back, legs shaking and vision blurry. “Oh fuuuucccckkkk! You! You,sir ! Minnie fucks me this good! Aaaaaah, need to cum!” Smirking , he drew his hips back, snapping them against yours, for the last time. “Yeeeeaaaahhh. Fuck, good little slut for me! Taking my cock so well. Soak my cock, only thing you’re good at,” he groaned out. That’s when the band snapped and you squirted, covering his dick, lower abdomen and bedsheets in your release. “Fuuuuckkkkkkk! Miiiiinnnnniiiiiiieee!HHhhhhhnnnnggggg!” You cried, arching your back as he spilled his cum into you.”Fuuuck, yeeaahhhh baby! Take my fucking cum,” he groaned, head thrown back.

Once you recovered and he had changed the bedsheets; he gave you a change of his clothes– his shirt and a pair of boxers– and slipped them onto your tired body.”Think you’re ready for that exam, princess?” He smiled, softly pecking your forehead, as you curled into him. “Mmmmm, I don’t know.” You giggled, playing with his hand as he laughed. “Yah! Naughty! But, I know you’ll do well, jagiya.” he smiled, tucking the both of you in, letting a yawn out. “Let’s sleep, sweetheart. We can get coffee in the morning….if you can walk.” He snorted, leaning down to kiss you. “Good night minnie moo, love you.” You smiled, throwing an arm around his midsection and fell asleep. “Love you too, jagiya. Sleep well,” then he drifted off to sleep, dreamland pulling him in. 

And for the record .. you passed with flying colors. 

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[lostgracestories]

hello it's your causal varré enjoyer WOWZA YOUVE BEEN BUSY, thanks for all the food, love! could I request some hc's for how our favourite (touch-starved) surgeon would be in a relationship? imma go read all your new stuff now lol

YESS It's such a good form of busy though <3 I LOVE writing so much and y'all are fueling me THANK YOU

ANYWAYS I have absolutely GOT YOU (I just finished 3 assignments for college and I'm juiced up on monster so ENJOY)

wc: 450 tw: uh, Varre's face spoiler (he's actually so handsome i can't), blood obv, Varre's kinda a pervert but that's typical. Lowkey minor bloodplay mention. It's Varre come on now you know he likes it

Bleeding Heart

He is such an asshole and he sucks at complimenting his lover. At least in the first couple months. It's a bit of a toxic relationship to start off (It's Elden Ring what did you expect?)

As time goes on, he gets used to you (for lack of a better word) you can't help but wonder how he's staring at you under his mask when he steals lingering glances... but he knows what he's thinking.

Although he cares for you (this asshole is too stuck up to admit he loves you) he rarely ever tells you he loves you. It's always just; "I love you, Varre" "Aye" "...You're not gonna say it back?" And then he'll just stare at you like you're crazy.

Did I mention that he's 100% a thigh kinda guy? And it has to do with his gross obsession with blood (much like his luminary) like he's totally imagining kissing over your femoral artery and how pretty your blood would be (pervert)

When he does tell you he loves you it always catches you off guard, and he revels in the reaction you give as if you're braindead. "Lambkin..." "Yes, Varre?" "I love you, I have only room for you in my heart"

Oh, and you're the only one he ever shows his face too. It took a LOT of convincing. When he removed it for the first time it was safe to say that you were thoroughly shocked at the appearance of smoothed back BROWN hair and STUBBLE (this is canon I'm not joking, someone restored his design) the shocked gasp you had let escape had resulted in him nearly immediately pulling his mask back on, but you had stopped him.

He LOVES physical intimacy but is, again, too stuck up to admit it. He will usually only indulge himself if you initiate it. HOWEVER, on occasion, he will lift his mask just enough to kiss you. He loved watching the blood rise to your cheeks as you buried your face into his chest to hide from him.

Did I mention that he loves to lightly drag his fingers up your side when you walk next to him in public? He loves watching the shiver it drives out of you as you pinch him to quell his teasing. It only ever makes it worse though.

Oh GOD and he loves when you come to him for injuries. That pretty crimson that coats you after you fight drives him insane. Yet, no matter how pretty he found it, he always soothed you as he tended to your injuries, angrily running through his thoughts that he should be the one to make you bleed... and not like this.

[notyourhetloki]

Hi there 👋 It looks like you're still taking requests for Ken? Imagine the reader having a rough day. What what would Ken do to cheer them up? Would he use bad pick up lines or start a tickle fight or give them SO many kisses? (You don't have to use these. These are just suggestions). Also, I cannot get the Kenergy song out of my head! 😅💗

rough day headcanons (Ken x GN!Reader)

Reader: gender neutral

/Ken x Reader/

A/N: OMG thank you this request is amazing! And gosh yeah I have "I'm Just Ken" in repeat for days now LOL. I hope you like it!

Warnings: none, it's just short and very sweet!

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I think it’s safe to say that if you're bummed out, Ken would be too.

But of course, he would think it’s his JOB to make you feel better somehow!

You mentioned excellent examples, but I think it would all come in phases.

Ken would first ask you what’s wrong and if you decide to talk about it, he would be by your side listening while holding your hand tight, not letting it go for a second.

Then he would try jokes and bad pickup lines to cheer you up… the cheesiest, the better!

“Do you believe in love at first sight—or should I walk by again?”

“Ken, we’ve been dating for several months now.” You would say, not holding back a grin.

Yess, he made you smile! That would definitely make him feel a little better.

But if you’re still a bit sad, he would have to come up with more solutions… like chatting about your favorite things, playing games (he would lose on purpose every time), or if the situation called for… TICKLES!

Ken would suddenly attack your belly with tickles, making you cry-laugh hysterically. This method was a bit extreme, but he loved seeing you laugh like that.

And if NOTHING worked and you were still sad (if you didn't tickle him back), then he would just… kiss you. Kiss your forehead, your cheeks, your neck, the inside and outside of your hands… everywhere he could.

And of course, he would kiss your mouth if you’d let him. Tenderly, softly, like it was the first time.

The amount of care and emotion he put into every peck of his lips helped to cure you of whatever sadness you felt, so full of unconditional love… your chest felt warm and fuzzy all of a sudden.

After the kissing session, you were finally feeling a bit better, and Ken felt triumphant! He would take you on a walk, holding your hand while you breathed some fresh air.

And of course, he would take you to the beach (obviously). Watching the plastic waves calmed you down, and Ken could finally admire a smile coming from your lips (he also wouldn't lose a chance to show off his beach skills).

But even after that, he would follow you around everywhere, not wanting to let you go just yet. He had to make sure you were feeling no less than sublime! (see what I did there? Heh)

Ken would ask if he could spend the night at your house, and if you said yes, he would gladly pamper you even more.

Brushing your hair, painting your nails (if you like having them painted), giving massages… everything! And of course, playing even more games and watching movies while you giggled and chatted along.

Ken was usually the little spoon, but seeing you had a rough day, he could make exceptions. Taking you in his arms and holding you there, petting your hair while whispering sweet "I love you..."s into your ear.

He caressed your skin until you fell asleep, and you were sure the next day would be simply amazing... for you always had Ken by your side.

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