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allfearstofallto · 2 months ago

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"Tell Me You Love Me,"

Yandere! Male x Fem! Reader

FT: Childe and Scaramouche

TW: yandere, forced married au, violence, mentions of punishments (rice kneeling and starvation)

Childe

With your eyebrows knitted together and furrowed, lips pressed together in a tight smile and cheeks just ever so slightly puffed out, this is when Childe found you the cutest. Your smile was nice and he had an extra special place in his heart for the way you looked as you sobbed, but nothing could ever top your pout. It was to the point where he'd do things to entice it out of you, intentionally teasing you to see you puff up in that oh so adorable anger.

His cold, thin finger reached out and gently poked the soft cushion of your cheek, sinking into the plumpness of your face. Even when you slapped his hand away, he couldn't help, but to swoon at how cute you were. You couldn't harm him, not with those weak little punches, but you sure could try. And he absolutely loved watching you try. You seldom touched him of your own accord, so what was the harm in enticing you to do so?

“I'm not in the mood to deal with you, Ajax,” You muttered, voice barely above a whisper. You spat his name like it was filthy, even crossing your arms afterwards as if to show you were deathly serious. He knew that you were, you had every right to be, yet he still sat next to you, so close his thigh pressed against yours.

He placed an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest in an unwanted embrace. It was a move that earned him a slap across the face from you. A painful one at that. Not unbearable of course, more akin to a cat scratch. Yes the cat hurt you, but who could stay mad at such a cute animal? You on the other hand, he could see you holding your tingling palm, trying to hide the pain you were feeling. You were able to hit him because he let you, but an untrained fighter such as yourself was no match for a harbinger.

“Now look what you've done,” he could feel his cheek growing a bit hot from the strike, “You've gone and hurt the both of us.”

You shot him a glare, a very harsh one. If looks could kill he would've died on the spot. But he was immune to your gaze. More than immune to it actually, he reveled in the fact that you looked at him that way. That your pretty face could make such an awful expression. That the hatred you felt for him, causes your features to contort into something almost ugly, but beautiful to him.

“Maybe I wouldn't have had to if you weren't such a liar!” You raised your trembling voice, eyes welling with tears. Watching you go from anger to falling apart at the seams. He was the only person who could make you feel this way and it made him feel a sense of pride.

“What'd I lie about?” He teased. He looked up with a finger pressed against his chin, playfully beginning to ponder. If your hand wasn't already aching from the slap, you would've punched him, right in his smug little face.

“You said I could go,” you words were strained through tears that wouldn't stop cascading down your face, “I did everything you told me to. You promised!”

He snapped his fingers in recognition, “Oh! That's it! You wished to go to the lantern rite!”

The sight of him pretending was making you even more angry. But you couldn't let it boil over any more. Childe would only allow so much before he started to get upset, finally showing you how gentle he was being with you before. Few people even got the chance to place hands on him and live.

“You said I could go,” you repeated again slowly.

And he did. You slaved away, doting on him like the perfect wife. Doing everything he wanted. You were at his beck and call, acting on his every whim. Just for the chance to touch the soil of Liyue again, to smell the air, to taste the food…to see your family. They went to the lantern rite every year, and you hoped that that tradition didn't end just because you'd vanished. All you needed was a glimpse of their faces, no talking necessary. Even though you knew they'd want to see you, the selfish part of you was okay with them thinking you were dead or gone for good. That way they wouldn't risk butting heads with the Fatui, or worse, actually managing to meet with Childe.

“I was hoping you'd forgotten about that,” Childe spoke, trying to hide the annoyance in his voice.

You merely scoffed. You wouldn't be that nice to him without incentive. Yet after the initial agreement, the trip was never planned, luggage wasn't packed, carriages weren't called. As the days grew more and more near, you worried about the long trek to Liyue from Snezhnaya. You'd miss the Rite if you left too late, yet there was no urgency on his side of the deal.

He hummed for a moment, thinking with that face you hated so much. It meant he had more up his sleeve. You knew better than to trust a harbinger to withhold their side of the bargain, but like an idiot you still trusted him.

“I have one more request,” he began.

“That's not what we agreed on!”

“Then I guess you just don't want to go?”

You crossed your arms in surrender. There was that pout that he loved so much. Those puffed up cheeks and furrowed brows. He could eat you up with how cute you were, practically begging for his attention.

“It's easy, I promise,” he leaned as close to you as he could get and you resisted the urge to slap him again, “Just tell me you love me.”

You rolled your eyes, realizing that this was where he was going with it. He always asked you to do it and you always refused. You didn't love him. You hardly even liked him. You despised him actually. Found him disgusting and deplorable. He was less than human in your eyes, more like filth under your feet. But your love for your family outweighed your hatred for him.

“I love you,” you said so monotone, you almost sounded like a robot. Despite your lack of emotion, his face seemed to light up with glee.

“Again,”

“That's not what we agreed-”

He cut you off before you could finish the thought, “Again.”

“I love you,”

“Say my name too,” his voice was breathy, hurried even. You'd never seen his face such a deep shade of red before. It didn't even cross your mind that the Ajax that teased you so much, the Ajax that forced you into a marriage and so many other things, was able to blush. He hushed you again before you could open your mouth in protest, “Say my real name.”

You let out a sigh, “I love you, Ajax.”

His smirk was disgusting as he sat next to you in glee, like the words were sinking into his heart. Childe just sat there, riding the high of feeling your non-existent love before he spoke again calmly.

“I'll have the carriage packed tonight, we leave in the morning,”

Scaramouche

You are Scaramouche's life blood. Truly what keeps him going. His heart which ticks instead of beats, ticks for you, his cold body, warms for you. Although, he'd never admit something as embarrassing as that. Nor would he tell you that he longs for your presence at his side constantly. That he rushes through his assignments, while being noticeably irritable and unapproachable, just so he can make it home to you. Where he'll pretend that he's not head over heels in love with you, and scoffs at your every word. Ignoring you, while simultaneously sticking to you like glue, even with your protests.

He watches couples as they smother each other with affection, kissing each other as if nothing else matters, embracing one another like they're physically unable to tear themselves apart, and he feels something so new to him. Jealousy? No. It's more akin to envy. He wants to do those things and maybe even more. He wants to be the obnoxious couple who can't seem to get their hands off of each other, he wants you to feel the withdrawal from his touch, as he feels from yours.

These are all hopeful thoughts, weary dreams even. He can force you to pretend, but he can't force the feelings. Even if he tells you to look happy when he touches you, there's a lack of light in your eyes that he can't even punish away. You'll never truly feel the way he wants you to. Not now, at least. But there's a wishful part inside of him that claws at his chest, hoping that someday you'll develop those feelings. As he watches you across the parlor, your focus more on the calligraphy that he told you to do than anything else, he knows that that day won't be soon.

You look so beautiful while trying to perfect the brush strokes. Ethereal even. Your skin glows under warm candle light, and even though you try to appear emotionless in front of him, the face you make when you concentrate always finds its way out.

“I'll be leaving on a mission soon,” he finally says into the silence.

You raised your head from your work, looking him in the eye before you speak. You truly are obedient, just as he trained you to be.

“Safe travels, my Lord,” you reply with that saccharine sweet voice, but he knows there's no meaning behind it. No compassion, no joy, no hope. You'd be happy if he died out there, still feeling the same indifference towards him that you do right now. It'd actually make you happier.

His mind shifts back to those couples he'd always see, the ones that were stuck to each other like glue. They'd beg and cry for the other not to leave, holding their hands to pull their lover back in a display of desperation for their time. Yet here you sat. Indifferent. Uncaring. Unloving.

“Don't you have anything else to say to me?” He questioned while that part of him that was still holding on to hope was fighting its way out. If you just told him to stay he would. If you told him that you loved him, he'd come home even quicker. He'd be more brutal, just for the chance to slip into your embrace. Yet only confusion met his question.

“I'll see you soon?” Words which were supposed to be spoken as a gesture of love, were coming out as a question. You didn't want to see him soon, nor did you wish for him to travel safely. Your lack of care has him seething, but only his regular, nonchalant demeanor showed on his face.

“Would you rather kneel on rice or go five days without food?”

Your head shot up when you heard his question, his voice cold and serious. Your heart was pounding in your ears so loudly, you wondered if he could hear it. He didn't have to to know how tense you were at the idea of the punishments, he could see it in your expression. Your look of indifference was quickly changed to fear, large doe eyes threatening to fill with tears.

“Neither, my Lord,” you stammered out, “I don't think I've done anything worthy of punishment.”

And you hadn't. You’d done everything he told you to, exactly the way he wanted you to. Yet his ego and constant need for more of you, to claim you as his entirely, to swallow you whole, it made him angry. He'd given you a better life than you'd ever had before, he'd give you anything you wished for if you'd just open your pretty little mouth to ask, and all he wanted in return was your affection. Your attention. Your love.

“I'll ask you again, even though you know I hate repeating myself,” his red framed eyes glared down at you. Even at his short stature, he suddenly felt mountain tall, dwarfing above you in a way that made you want to sink into yourself, “I'll be leaving on a mission soon, do you have anything to say to me?”

You gulped down your saliva, feeling the way you had to force it down your throat as more pooled in your mouth, “Safe….safe travels, my Lord,” you stuttered. It was the same thing you always said, the same thing you were told to say. He left on trips often, but the script never changed. You were to wish him safe travels and see him off at the door. Yet here you stood before him, a quivering mess as he glared down at you, growing angrier at what was presumably the wrong answer.

“You must want to be punished,” he hummed while looking disinterested.

The pain of rice digging into your knees or the hunger pains of starvation, they were both punishments you knew well. Neither was one you wanted to experience again. After such hard work to act the way he wanted you to, you'd gone a long time without being punished. But the way he was looking at you struck fear in your head, your hands trembled as you desperately began to plead.

“I don't understand, my lord, please tell me what I'm doing wrong,”

“You really are stupid,” he scoffed, but there was a flush forming in his face as he realized just how overboard he was going for this one little thing. Something he'd never asked for before. But the thought was eating away at him, the hope was clawing out of his body. Bashfully, he looked down at the floor, “Tell me that you love me…and that you'll miss me while I'm gone.”

Your tears were dried quickly and you slowed your labored breathing. A bit of anger was bubbling in the pit of your stomach, anger at the fact that was going to punish you over something so miniscule, anger you hadn't felt towards him since the very beginning of this all. Since the day he told you that you were going to be his wife, but it wasn't a question, it was an order. Your very first order.

“I love you, my lord. I'll miss you so very much while you're gone,” you wondered if he wanted a performance. You did your best to make the words sound genuine, despite the way you detested him and his finicky personality.

“Do you mean that?” He asked, his voice sounding almost hopeful. In his heart of hearts he knew it wasn't true, but that didn't stop the excitement from growing.

“Of course, my Lord,” you lied. It was a good lie though, seeing as it earned you a subtle smile upon his lips.

“I'll bring you back a gift from Mondstadt, for being so good recently” he whispered while lightly patting your head. But the enticing idea of a gift wasn't even enough to pull you from your fear. You'd dodged a bullet, but there were more to come.

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fuzzythoughtsblog · 3 months ago

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I had a fantasy that I went to a best friends sleep over and ended up reading her older sister's diary :

Truth or dare

My friend says to me. I look in her eyes and I know I can't choose truth. She'll will come up with the most vile secert to get out of me.

"Dare !" I spit out in fear

"I dare you to sneak in to my sisters room read her diary and report back. " she says with a smirk.

Fuck me I tell her that , she's so childish. And that were on break from college.

"To bad, you pick dare or are you pussy? " she retorts saying the one thing that would convince me to go.

I'm not scared of her sister. She's only a 6'7 grunge base player who is 3 years older. What there to be scared of? It's not like whenever I'm here she rolls her eyes and slams the door. It's not like she refuses to eat dinner with us. Yeah and she wasn't to scary when she yelled at us after sneaking out to a slutty Halloween party. Fuck she hates me and I'm about to sneak into her room.

I decided to just swallow my fear and go for it besides she's not even home she has a gig.

I creep to the basement where her room is. Slowly the fear begins to still as before I enter her room I see the walls covered in electric guitars. Every color and style I could imagine. I stop to admire all the other equipment she has records, picks, amps and even some Cassettes.

I let out a breathe of relief as open the door to her room and she isn't there. Now all I got to find is that damn book.

I first go to her night stand and begin to peer in. I taking a moment to process what I'm looking a, Lacy lingerie. Upon realizing its contents I quickly shut the drawer. Embarrassed I move on desperate to get this night over with. I look at the bottom drawer and am left starring. Toys so many toys in different shapes and sizes. But what left me shocked wasn't just the various toys. I mean were both adults.

It was the was the paddle. Wooden and bigger that my hand I wondered why she would have something like this. With stupid curiousity I lift it up to examine it. The paddle was in perfect condition, like it had never been used. The thing has hearts cut into it and says in big black bold letters "Scream". I begin to put it back but as I do to other items that it was hiding catch my eye. A pair of metal hand cuffs and a strap harness. I can't help but imagine who she's been using these on. At that thought I quickly put the items back in and close drawer.

If she doesn't hate me, she'll definitely hate me now. I went through her stuff and I hadn't even found the book. I sigh before moving over to the other night stand and open the drawer. This time though jackpot the book was sitting in plain sight. As I pick up the black leather book I curse myself for not looking through this one first.

For a second I hesitate, this is total over step of her boundaries. Besides I could just go back and lie that I read it. I decided that a good idea but as I'm about to put the book back I think about how I could figure out why she hates me. I ponder for a moment but I got to know what I did. I open the book.

It turns out the book is less of a diary and more of a shadow journal. I begin to flip until I find a page about me. The prompt reads " What is your toxic or most obsessive desire? "

Slowly I take in what she writes. "If I had a second alone with my sisters best friend I think I'd devour her. " my eyes stretch wide as I keep reading. "The things I want to do to her body are just ... I want to see her begging and crying under me. I want to punish her for being so damn tempting with those little skirts and short shorts."

I bite my lip but flip through more pages until I see something that mentions me. The prompt "What is a bad financial decisions you've made recently? " I can't help but lean closer while reading. " I was checking in on one of the local sex shops I frequent when I saw a cute little paddle. I couldn't help myself not when I imagine her below me pleading. I imagined pulling her hair and telling her to shut up and asking if she was a good girl. She said "yes daddy" and fuck did that just scratch the right itch in my brain. I told her then she needs to take her punishment like a good girl. Before laying down on her ass while she screamed and cried. Of course I gave my pretty girl kisses after I bit her ass. I have to remind her who she belongs to. And now I want to buy her a collar. "

I'm horrified by what I just read but I couldn't put the book down. I continued on. "What is the most fucked up fantasy you've had recently? " "I imagine her coming to my house and asking for my sister like always but this time I walk her to my sisters room even though she's not home. I lock the door behind her and get really close while she backs up. She looks so cute and she's wearing that tight purple dress she wears. I grab her and begin to kiss her while she pushes me away. I bite her lip and she crys into my mouth while I shove my tongue down her throat. She fights me as I throws her on the bed. But I'm stronger and able to hold her down. She begins to cry as I rip off that stupid fucking dress and kiss down her neck to her perfect tits.

I then slide my hand down to her pretty panties and rub her clit through the lace. She makes a noise and trys to squirm away which cause me to hit her. I tell her to be a good girl and this will all be over soon. She fucking whimpers but stops struggling. I continue to play with her cute clit till she soaks her panties. I whisper "see you want this." Before ripping her panties off of her. And sink a finger in. She's so fucking wet. I slide another finger in and then another. Till I'm three fingers deep. She makes the most beautiful noises while I take her apart on my hand. The more I take her the more wet and docile she becomes. I fuck her like this until she's dripping down her leg and begging me to stop. She pleads so cutely I can't help it. I pull down my pants revealing my biggest strap. Pushing it in while she just lies their limp like a perfect toy. I slam in and out of her taking both her virginities on her best friends bed. By the time I cum she's quivering and her cunt is unrecognizable. I take a picture and drag her to my room leaving her juices on my sisters bed. So the most fucked up fantasy I've ever had is raping my sister's best friend on her bed for hours and its reoccurring. I'd never do it of course I want her to enjoy and consent to it I'm not a monster it's just a fun fantasy. "

I begin to rub my legs together at that last one. I put the book back having had my fill when I see her sister standing right there in the door way causing me to scream.

She looks pissed and close the door and locks it behind her.

"How much did you read? "

"Nothing" I shout frozen to where I stand.

"Bullshit" she says stalking closer

"Just the crush thing and it's okay!" I say as she gets even closer.

"Lier"

"Okay I read the thing about the paddle but that's it!" I wince

She grabs my shoulders and looks at me. A chill run down my back. I flinch.

Squeaking out a "Please, don't!"

She sighs and let's go of me before sitting on the bed.

"You read the fantasy? "

I nodded slowly.

"The rape one. "

I nodded again

She sighs "Fuck, this is not how I wanted you find out! Actually I was hoping you'd never find out! "

She puts her hands on her head.

"Sit down, I'm not going to actually do any of that to you. "

I sit beside her. While she remains still before taking a deep breath in.

"So you read it, why? "

I meekly say "A dare"

"Fuck! It was my sister wasn't it? I'll kill her. "

I stay quite she knows the answer.

She sighs "So what do you want to ask me? And then I'm gonna ask you some questions, okay.

I nod.

" How long?" I ask

She breathes "Since your freshman year, of course I wasn't going to act on it. It's just, I thought I thought of you like another little sister and then I started watching out for you. Which turned into watching you and before I knew it I couldn't look away. "

"Is that why your we're mad at us on Halloween that one year ? "

"Are you kidding me? You were basically wearing lingerie. I mean a skimpy pink bunny suit, I know you were a senior but still what if someone tried something? And on top of all that you guys snuck out! You know I had to hide that from mom and dad so you could stick around. "

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, you looked... amazing. Look I don't just like you because of your body, I mean don't get me wrong it's a plus but I also love your laugh. How your the first one to try to help. Even when my sister started doing her project last minute you where there to help. I love the way you melt around animals and your stupid dance. I like you okay. Not just what you have to offer." She says while looking up at me and holding my check.

We're so close. I lean in to close the gap but she pulls away.

"Don't do that, don't give me a pitty kiss! "

I lean forward "I'm not, I just want to try this. "

Our lips finally connect and its like electricity I feel it from my head to the tips of my toes. I shiver we break apart to breathe then begin again. It feels amazing, but not close enough. I crawl closer until I'm sitting on her lap and kiss her while wrapping my arms around her neck. The kiss begins to get more and more dangerous as we go on. Her hand begin to wonder and grip. While I rock into her lap. Soon she breaks the kiss.

"Hey, I don't know if I'm getting mix signals but can I touch you? " she says with her pretty eyes.

I pause for a minute then get a sly idea "Yes, daddy! " I whisper into her ear.

"Fuck " she says before pressing me down to where my back touches her bed. "Who knew you'd be such a damn brat. " she says while kiss down on my neck

I whine as she bites my shoulder. "What's the matter ? You've never been touched like this? "

She lowers her hand down my skirt and begins to rub while I stutter "No, then again no ones touched me. "

She pause "What?"

"You guessed right. "

"Are you sure you want to do this because we don't have to. I can... " I quiet her

"I'm sure , I trust you. In fact I want you to do to me what you wrote about in your little book. Y'know the thing with the paddle. "

"Are you sure that's a little advanced. "

"I'm sure, do you not want to? "

"No I want to, fuck I want to" she says while reaching into the night stand.

"Good, how do you want me, daddy? "

"Fuck your going to be the death of me. Across my lap baby. "

I lay across her lap. And give a wiggle.

"Let's see, how many spanks? Maybe 4 spanks for your 4 years of teasing. Plus 3 for the 3 pages you read. Plus 5 for that slutty fucking costume that had me salivating for weeks. So 12.“

I whine

"Don't whine or I'll make it 15."

I stop.

" That's a good girl. " she says while ruffling my hair.

"Now we're going to use the stop light system, along with a safeword. Do you know how the stop light systems work and have a safeword in mind?"

"Yeah my safeword is rock. And the stop light systems works like red means stop, yellow slow down or change what your doing and green means keep going. "

"Correct, now I'm not going to be upset or disappointed if you safeword or want to stop okay. "

"Okay."

"Good now, count. "

The first hit stings

"One"

The second one burns

"Two"

The third positively aches

"Three"

The rest hurt but for some reason it leaves me feeling dizzy and so good.

"Twelve"

"Good girl are you, okay? "

"Yes."

"Okay how are you, are you okay to continue? "

I nod

"No girl I need a verbal answer what's your color? "

"Green, don't stop I want you to fuck me"

"Fuck, okay baby. " she says before digging in her drawer and strapping into her strap.

I flip around and spread my legs out and put my arms up.

"Wait babygirl, I have to make sure your prepped. " she says as she dips a cloused finger in while I whine

"Fuck baby your soaked. Did my girl like spankings that much? "

I nod

"Poor girls all layed out like a pretty little toy. "

I begin to moan as she adds another finger and begins pumping them in and out with her thumb on my clit. Then she goes fast and pumps in and out harder.

"I know baby it's so much, my fingers are so much for you. " she says while working me harder and harder until fuck... She stops.

"Not yet sweet heart, your gonna cum undone on my cock pretty girl. " she says as she pushes in slowly so slowly.

After bottoming out she waits a minute and I nod. After I nod she thrusts shallow slow thrusts. That feel amazing but leaves me wanting.

After a few minutes of that I grab her shoulders "Daddy, harder!"

"Fuck." She says while rolling her hips.

She lifts my legs up higher to my confusion before slamming in hard. The thrust again and again while I just take it letting her use my body.

"There you go baby. Sorry daddy though you wanted to fucked like a princess. I forgot how much of a slut you are. " she says while still pounding into me

And then she begins to rub my clit. It's so fuck much. Fuck I begin to cry and whine.

"That's it babygirl, cry on daddy's fucking dick" she begins rubbing my clit harder causing me to scream.

"Daddy, I don't want to get pregnant yet. " I say through dazzy tears

"Aww " she says while rubbing and thrust like she was trying to milk more nosies out of me "Don't worry baby you'll look so nice with my kids. "

I feel my body shake and arch and then everything thing goes limp. And my vision goes white. I hear a soft buzzing and for that moment I have no fucking idea what my name is.

"Comeback to me baby" she says my head barley follows her eyes

"Was it good? "

I nod

"Good." She says as she pulls out while I hiss. "It's okay. "

She then lays down beside me and holds me while I begin to come back down.

"You back? "

"Yeah" I say voice horsed

"Okay we'll put cream on you and clean you up later. Okay. "

I nod and cuddle closer

"Okay and baby you can not tell my sister yet. "

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whiskeyskin · 6 months ago

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Different kind of Intimacy

Premise: After Astarion's confession at Moonrise, you decide that your usual style of feeding just won't cut it any more.

• Astarion x gn!Tav • Mild rating •

Reader POV, fluff, conversation about boundaries set, sweetness, understanding, softness, Astarion feeding, despite female in the inspo picture no mention of gender, love, security, intimacy, doped out Astarion

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Shoutout to @ladyofthecreed for this beautiful piece of art for @aevallare! How stunning is it? 🥹💜 And thanks to @crepsley for the tag 🙌

This is a little different than my usual smutty style but I saw this picture and felt inspired to write something a little softer for our boy ☺️

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"You can feed on me tonight, if you'd like." You offered with a smile.

"I was so hoping you'd say that." He lilted back to you.

You took a breath to speak again and stopped.

"Yes, my sweet. What is it?" He questioned, with a curious tilt of his head.

After the incident with the Drow at Moonrise yesterday, Astarion had confessed some deep feelings and troubles he'd had.

After he'd admitted his growing feelings for you, despite it starting out as a manipulation, he'd stated very plainly that he didn't want anyone to think of him in terms of sex but that he still wanted to be with you.

So, you'd suggested that you'd become friends first, instead of lovers. That you would still be together but wouldn't have sex until he was ready, if he ever would be.

He'd obviously joked and tried to lessen the mood with a flippant remark but you'd learned him well enough to see he was appreciative of the gesture.

You'd pulled him into a hug, and after his inital shock, he'd held on so tightly he had been reluctant to let go.

He'd offered his hand to hold yours and a silent bond was made between you.

You'd been thinking on this development between you this last day since your conversation together. Pondering on ways to make him more comfortable, to give him more autonomy within the relationship.

Astarion had been very sweet and attentive throughout the day. Like something had settled within him, like something had slotted into place.

He'd stuck very close by you, while carefully adventuring through the perilous Shadowlands.

During battle he'd taken a more protective and defensive role around you, instead of stealthy and offensive. Several times throughout the day, he had slid his hand within yours and lightly squeezed - completely unprompted - just to feel the warmth of your skin.

He'd also spotted something that would be valuable to you in a fight and gifted it to you; you didn't ask how he'd gotten it, even though you could probably guess.

And now, it was time to settle down for the night, he'd dragged his bedroll to rest next to you. Producing a small potion from his pack, you assumed he was probably already hungry and needed to feed, hence your invitation, but you needed to discuss this first.

"I've been thinking, about what you said last night, about not thinking of you in terms of sex," you started, his face pulled into an unsure expression, "It's nothing bad, it's that I've been thinking about how you feed. It's quite, sexually charged. Especially the way you feed. It's urgent and rough and-"

"-Rough? I-I thought I was being gentle. You've not said anything since that first night. I-" He sounded hurt, afraid he'd been causing you pain. You hushed his worries.

"That's not what I meant, I'm not making an issue of it, I promise. It's not something to be sorry for, it hasn't bothered me until now. I thought it was all part and parcel of the experience; foreplay, if you will?" You shrugged.

"I mean, you'd feed, get hard and then we'd usually fuck. But now I believe we need to re-think our approach." You explained further.

"It's not that having sex wasn't out of desire for you. It's-it's complicated to explain," he signed with a furrowed brow.

"I told you, that it's not that I'm not attracted to you, trust me," he smiled wickedly, you shook your head and went to speak but he cut across you to continue, "You are wholly different to ones I've seduced before. This was of my own voilition, for one - although out of necessity as transactional protection but - things have changed. I've changed. You've made me see what I'm capable of. You've.." he paused, swallowing and looking around the vicinity for the right words, "You've encouraged me. Had faith in me. Shown me kindness I've not felt in two centuries. I care for you in a way I thought impossible, but I don't know how to be with someone, without reliving the past.. But I desperately want this to be real, truly real." His claret eyes bore into yours, pleading and sad. You slowly raised your hand to cup the side of this face.

"This is real, just because it's not a sexual relationship, doesn't mean it's not real." You smiled, reassuring his doubts. He closed his eyes and leaned into your palm. Your heart squeezed as his cool cheek pressed further into the warmth.

"The act of a vampire feeding on someone has been made inherently sexual. It's been fetishised, and so in turn, has the whole vampire thing. Which works to the vamp's advantage. I can't blame the people for it. Being bitten, being fed on is an intoxicating experience." You couldn't help but shudder at the memories of you both pressed together.

"For me too," He breathed, his neck tensing, "The feeling of feeding has no match."

You smiled softly and sighed, "Like you said, 'There's nothing more desirable in the world than a vampire'." You both pursed your lips in bitter resignation.

"So, to remedy this, we need to unsexualise it going forward," you continued, "Before feeding was all teeth and rubbing up against each other like animals. Now, it's going to be slow and intimate. Not sexual intimacy, true intimacy."

"It's different to the enemies you drain on the road, or in battle. It's you and me, and that's special. We need to make it special." You smoothed the cool touch of his cheek under your thumb.

He swallowed and sat up, intrigued, "What did you have in mind, my dear?"

You certainly had had some ideas.

"Well, you've tried both of the 'best' places to feed from; the jugular and the femoral," you announced, gesturing to your neck and inner thigh, "But I was thinking of the wrist? It's a pretty neutral place to feed from."

"Sounds reasonable. It's certainly a slower feed than the neck, or thigh." He agreed with a head tilt, "Although they are an awful lot of fun." He said through tilted gaze and a dangerous grin, his hand gliding up your thigh to caress it.

Your stomach flipped from habit, but you squashed it down.

"Stop it," you chastised him with a gentle nose boop. He scrunched his face and let out a small, high chuckle. His hand relented to your knee, thumbing the seam where he'd stitched a hole for you.

"Feeding will be more about taking the time to connect with each other, without sex. It'll be slow, patient.. calming." You let out a long, cleansing breath and blinked slowly, to emphasise the point.

"Well, then. Henceforth, I shall drink from your wrist when you're resting." He gave a tilted nod.

"Um, no. I was going to suggest feeding before sleep. I'd like to be present with you. Truly present with you. Not groggy from sleep, or blissed from sex. I'd like to be with you."

He looked taken aback, but interested, "Alright then.. feeding before rest," he said, testing the idea on his tongue. He seemed to measure it acceptable before asking, "Could I.. request something of you.. while I feed?" He asked, his words measured.

"Of course, darling." You answered enthusiastically, glad for his input.

"Would you.. play with my hair?" He requested, a little sheepishly, "I-I find it. It's not a sexual thing, before I always hated it but.. when you do it-it's.. comforting to me. I-I don't know why."

Your heart swelled and your eyes began to gently fill at the surprisingly sweet request.

"Of course, I will." You smiled, blinking back unexpected tears.

Astarion smiled back and took a faux breath and huffed it out in expectation.

"So, shall we, my dear?" He flourished a hand for you to lie down.

"We shall," you nodded, "How do you wish to do this?"

"Lying down would be fine." He suggested.

"If that's what you'd like." You began unfolding your leg from the crossed position to stretch it before laying down.

"Wait.." he stopped, then looked up through curious eyes, "What about this?" He asked, as he gently laid the side of his head down on your thigh.

You beamed, "That's nice.. wait-" You scooched a little more, "Lay on your back."

He did as he was told and shuffled around so the back of his head lay fully on the cushioning meat of your crossed leg, the other extended alongside his body.

You gazed down at him laying contentedly in your lap, "How's that?" You asked.

He manoeuvred himself to rest more squarely, testing the feeling, which he seemed to agree with.

"Comfortable."

"Which wrist?" You offered both in the air.

"Wrap your arms around, and I'll feed from your non-dominant one."

You leaned down more, rounding your spine so you weren't sat so upright. You cradled his head with your arms and let your wrists hang loose.

Astarion took your hand and wriggled himself within your arm's embrace, then looked up and smiled at you. Your own broadened across your face.

"Is this alright?"

He nodded, paused then crooked a finger at you.

You bent down a little more and he brought his fingers to tenderly grasp your chin and pulled you in for a delicate kiss, barely anything in comparison to others you had, but filled with a warmth and softness that hadn't been there before.

"Thank you." He breathed, "For thinking of this, for respecting my wishes."

The breath was stolen from your lungs and your chest ached. You couldn't deny it aby longer. You were in love with him.

You didn't reply, you simply pressed a kiss to his forehead, "Eat up."

He paused again, looking like he was about to say something but decided against it. He took your hand and carefully pulled up the sleeve, before bringing it to his nose to inhale deeply.

This was a little ritual he liked to do, like a fine wine; you have to smell the bouquet.

He chastely pecked several times at the thin blue lines on your inner wrist, before slowly sinking his fangs and drinking deeply.

The pain, while still present, was surprisingly minimal. Much less sharp than his usual snapping bite down on your neck, or inner thigh.

You rest your other arm on his chest, but quickly his other hand grasped your hand and placed it on his hair.

You grinned to yourself, "My mistake, sorry dear." You admonished yourself, giggling, while beginning to weave your fingers into his loose curls.

Astarion mumbled against your skin, something sassy no doubt, but it was hushed by the sensation of his hair being twisted between your deft fingers.

He moaned into your wrist; it wasn't with reverent pleasure, it was in contentment.. ease..

You stared down at the beautiful pale Elf laying in your lap, feeding gently on your life force. His ears were lightly wiggling as he drank, latched onto skin.

You stifled a laugh, he was like a kitten nursing milk. It was too adorable. Of course, you'd never seen this angle to witness it before. It was beyond endearing.

He looked so peaceful with his eyes closed, slowly drinking his fill of your blood. His body language relaxed, instead of poised to pounce. The pace of his pulls against your wrist laboured and suckling.

Seeing him like this, calm and steady, instead of scared and jittering, unlocked a compartment of your heart you'd fervently kept closed off from the world.

Gods, you loved him.

You loved him so much you ached.

Your heart physically panged to see him so blissfully unbothered and relaxed.

You brushed his hair out of his face, and twirled it between your fingers. You smoothed his locks like petting a contented animal, and wove fingertips under the length, to massage the base of his skull.

Each movement illiciting a gratified sigh, his body sinking lower and lower into your lap.

After a while, your head started to feel woozy and your extremities were starting to go cold and numb.

"Astarion?" You whispered, gently rubbing your hand on his chest and tapping twice with your peace fingers, "That's enough, love."

He stirred, dazed from feeding. He clamped his two fingers on the puncture marks, as you reached for the healing potion from his pack to pour over them. A small drizzle and the marks were healed.

You took a steading breath and swigged the rest down to help with restoration of blood before a spell from Shadowheart in the morning.

Stoppering the empty bottle and placing it on the ground, Astarion's weight still lay heavy on your lap.

His lips and teeth dyed the colour of you, as he smiled dopily, eyes remaining closed.

You sat with him in the moment, returning to weave his white curls between your fingers. The vague warmth of your blood coarsing through him transferring back to you through skin contact.

Astarion let out a serene and easy sigh, his eyes heavy as he tried to open them.

"That felt.. very different." He whispered, almost like he was breathless.

You kissed your fingers that waited on his chest and pressed them to his temple. He kissed the air back at you, body still heavy and exhausted.

"I don't know how to describe it. My body feels heavy, but light.."

The light pulse of your blood through his dead veins was present again under the pads of your fingers.

"I assume this new feeding technique is a success then, dove?" You inquired, keeping your voice low.

Astarion swallowed thickly, the stain of blood still on his teeth. He licked his lips lethargicly, "Most certainly. I feel.. completely.. utterly.. totally.."

"I hope the end of this sentence is a good one." You teased at his lack of composure.

He let out a sharp exhale of amusement through his nose, "It is.." he muttered.

You smoothed the line of his jaw, careful to not touch his sensitive ears. You smiled at the recent memory of them twitching as he fed.

"Did you know your ears wiggle up and down when you feed?" You asked in soft merriment.

"I did not.." he replied, flexing his eyebrows slowly.

"It's very cute."

"I am not cute." He tried to exert, with not much conviction, "I am a terrible creature of the night, feeding on helpless victims. I am a monster. I am not cute." He posited in feigned outrage.

You gazed down at the soft, tortured, beautiful soul in front of you and quickly blinked back the tears that swelled.

"No, you're not my love.. and I promise one day you'll see yourself the way I see you." You beamed at him.

Astarion squeezed your had three times, you repeat it back. You take a shaking breath in and blow it out, smiling.

A different kind of intimacy.

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hippiegoth97 · 29 days ago

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Random Spencer Reid Thought #2

A/N: Fucking FINALLY got something written for once. Enjoy some crumbs, lovely readers <3

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: swearing, smut, virgin!Spencer Reid, fem!reader, no use of Y/N, fingering, groping, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, dirty talk, rough sex, fluff

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"Are you sure you're ready for this, Spence?" You ask Reid as you're straddling his thighs, the two of you naked in his bed as you have been so many times before. Although, it's different this time, because he's just asked you to take his virginity from him.

"Yes. I'm ready." He replies softly, sitting up against the headboard, his hands resting at your waist. He's brought you here on many occasions, though up until recently the most you'd do is make out until your lips were sore.

He'd met you at a book shop a few months ago, reaching for the same first edition of some dusty old classic. Sherlock Holmes, maybe, or perhaps even Moby Dick. He doesn't quite remember (and his unmatched memory captures everything), as he was far too focused on the gorgeous, soft hand that brushed against his own in grabbing for the book. A shared laugh soon followed, light and airy, like it was the easiest thing in the world. Your beauty enraptured him instantly, and he nearly tripped over himself to give you his number and await your call to plan a date of some sort. It was so unlike him to do so, it made him seriously question his sanity for an hour or two. But after a conversation with you that lasted hours into the night when he returned home that evening, he was pleased to find he'd made a very wise decision.

Fast forward to the last month or so, and things have rapidly progressed from hand-holding and passionate kisses to touching various naked areas with your hands and mouths. You've been patient, guiding Spencer along each stepping stone towards intercourse, encouraging him, exploring him in every way imaginable. Despite your insistence (and multiple comments he receives from certain coworkers of his), he's never exactly found himself to be attractive. Not really.

He's spent most of his life a full step ahead of everyone else in terms of education and career, leaving him considerably younger than most of his peers. That fact alone has made it rather difficult to experience a lot of 'firsts' in regards to intimacy. He's been kissed before you came along, maybe even felt up a little bit, but nothing beyond that. In all honesty, a part of him is glad to have been spared the awkward adolescent groping and vulgar attempts at playing grown-up, because now he's been able to share all of these amatory encounters with you.

"I want this. I want you." Spencer reiterates as you haven't made any next moves yet.

"I want you too, baby. I just have one more question." You say softly, brushing a wispy hair out of his face before cupping his cheek.

"And what's that?" Reid asks, unable to help smiling as you gaze at him adoringly.

"Do you want me to put a condom on you, or are you okay without one?" You ask, the words sounding a bit more clinical than you'd like. But it's a fair question.

"I-I dunno. Should I?" His brow furrows, unsure how to go about this. He's aware you're on the pill, though that statistically isn't 100% effective. And he may be a virgin, but he's aware of the mess sex can make, and it might spare a bit of cleanup afterwards. He's getting stuck on it now, pondering inside his head as you play with the foil wrapper between your fingers.

You giggle at his momentary trance, shaking your head. "It's only if you want to, Spence. It's not exactly a life-altering decision."

"That's not true. You could still end up pregnant." Spencer retorts, about to rattle off statistics at you about just how many children were born to parents who assumed oral contraceptives were enough. You put a finger over his mouth to stop him, and he sighs when he realizes how intense he's getting about this. He gently moves your hand away, speaking again. "I'm sorry, I'm being silly."

"No, you're not. It's sweet that you're so concerned." You reassure him, giving him a soft kiss. He hums into you, allowing your tongue to slip into his mouth for a moment. You pull away shortly after, taking his breath with you. With your lips still brushing against his, you meet his dizzied gaze. "I only ask, because I want your first time to be extra special. And it'll feel so much better if you fuck me without a condom on." You say seductively, making his pupils dilate with lust.

"Actually, studies show that there's little to no difference in sensat-" Reid's gargantuan mind starts up again, leaving you no choice but to cut him off by taking his cock in your grasp. "-fuck." He mutters, losing his train of thought entirely, his eyes flicking down to look at the scene between his legs. His stiff, ample length throbs in your hand, pearly beads of precum dripping down the side as you lazily stroke him.

"Baby, look at me..." You purr, drawing his gaze to you. "I'm gonna ask you again. All I need is a 'yes; or 'no', okay?" You wait for him to give an understanding nod. He does, as well as letting out one of the filthiest little moans you've ever heard. "Do you want to wear a condom?" You ask, letting his dick fall from your hand for a moment. He whines at the loss, the sound sending a flare of arousal between your legs.

"No. I want to feel you. All of you. Please." Spencer begs, and you could just about melt at the pitchy whimper in his voice. You've noticed he grows rather needy in bed, and it doesn't take much to rile him up. The way he takes everything you give him like a precious gift is so goddamn intoxicating.

"So do I, Spence." You say with a smile, one he mirrors. "Is this position okay? We can do it any way you want."

"This is fine, makes me feel close to you." Reid says sweetly, squeezing your hips a little.

"You wanna warm me up a little bit first?" You ask, longing to feel his touch.

"Of course." He nods, leaning in to press his lips to yours. Spencer always starts with a kiss, no matter what it is you end up doing. It's really romantic, and makes your knees weak every time. You let him lead, allowing his tongue to dominate yours in a fervent dance. His hand leaves your waist, trailing along your supple skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake. His long fingers brush past your inner thighs, reaching their intended destination without him having to look. He rubs slow circles on your clit, making you moan against his mouth. It doesn't take long for him to venture further, slipping two fingers inside your drenched cunt.

"Fuck, Spence." You moan aloud, the way his fingertips can reach your g-spot so quickly and easily takes you by surprise every time. You grab hold of his cock again, mainly holding it to keep him ready. Although, the sounds you're making and how wet you are seem to be doing that job just fine. The air of the room heats up, growing thinner as the seconds pass. Unabashed moans escape the two of you as you work each other up, building towards the one thing you've both desired for so long. "I'm ready when you are." You say breathlessly, eager to finally feel Spencer inside of you.

"O-Okay." He stutters, nodding his head enthusiastically. He pulls his fingers out of your cunt, bringing them to his lips. He sucks them clean, moaning at the taste of you. "Mm."

"Dirty boy." You tease, making a deep blush bloom wildly across his cheeks. You start to stroke him again, very slowly. You get up on your knees to position yourself over him.

He watches your every move, unable to say a word. It's finally happening. He's going to have sex. With you. Reid feels like a silly teenager with all these thoughts running through his head, but they all fall away the second you bring the tip of his cock to glide through your folds. You share a moan at the sensation, gazing at one another with parted mouths. Hearts pounding in anticipation, breath stolen from your lungs, arousal leaking from you both and mixing together in the indescribable friction. Spencer could cum just like this if he isn't careful.

"Ready?" You ask one final time, just to be absolutely sure that he wants this.

"Yes." Reid nods, trying to keep himself from squirming. You feel so good, and he's not even inside you yet. He's certain he won't last long, but you've already told him a hundred times that it won't be a problem.

You don't waste anymore time, holding his cock at your entrance and gradually sinking down onto him. "Fuck, Spence. You're so big." You moan as he splits you open. He's a bit larger than you've had before, and it's been quite some time since you've done this, so every inch is deliciously stuffing you full.

Reid, on the other hand, has gone completely mute. His mind has stopped working, and all he can do is grip onto your hips with all the strength he has without hurting you. You're absolute heaven inside, if he believed in such a thing. So hot, and slick, and snug, squeezing around his dick perfectly. He finally understands what all the fuss is about. He could just about cry from happiness in this moment. Once you're fully seated on him, your walls constrict out of reflex, which appears to get Spencer's sex-addled brain working again. "Oh, my...fuck- I, um, wow..." He babbles, unsure what to do with himself. His hands fidget at your sides aimlessly, and his expression twists and bends in all manner of ways as he attempts to get a grip on one singular thought.

"Shh, look at me, Spencer." You coo to him, leading his chin with your finger. He meets your eyes, though his own desperately want to roll back into his fucking skull. "That's it, baby. Just breathe, alright? Nice and slow, 'kay?" You guide him through the initial shock, nodding together slowly as he takes deep breaths. "There you go. I'm gonna start moving now, okay? Don't worry if you cum early, and just tell me if you need me to stop." You say softly, keeping things light and low-pressure. The last thing you need is him worrying about his performance.

"Okay." He breathes, chest shuddering as you start to ride him. You lift yourself up, almost letting him fall out altogether, and come back down at the same pace. You do this a few more times, gradually picking up a bit of speed.

"That feel good, baby?" You ask him, rolling your hips as you set a steady rhythm.

"Yeah, so fucking good." Spencer huffs, feeling close already. But he puts that out of his mind, focusing instead on enjoying this with you. "Do you feel good?" He asks, needing more than your vulgar moans as confirmation.

"So good, Spence. You fill me up so well, I'm so fucking wet for you." You admit these lewd thoughts to him, no stranger to being vocal during intimacy with him. Reid enjoys it immensely, adding words to the actions just makes everything astoundingly better. "Tell me how it feels to fuck me, Spencer." You say through a moan, riding him a little bit faster now.

Spencer groans at your increased speed, doing his best to hold back his orgasm. "I-It's exactly what I'd always hoped it would be." He starts. "I can hardly find the words to describe how much I'm enjoying this right now. You've blown my mind to pieces with this perfect fucking pussy." His grip on your waist grows rougher, taking you by surprise. He's following his instincts, leading you with his hands as you bounce on his cock. His assistance punctuates every landing you make, your noises growing louder as pleasure builds inside you. "I can feel you making a mess all over me, fucking soaked." He says, marveling at the drenched patch on his crotch. Your arousal glistens in the light as it's caught on his coarse hair and pale skin. "It drives me crazy to know you're loving this just as much as I am."

"I am, baby. You're so deep, hitting all the right places inside me." You say, speeding up a bit more. Spencer's hands migrate to your ass, squeezing your flesh roughly as he continues to keep up with you. You're surprised he's lasted this long, oddly proud of him for doing so.

"Fuck, you're incredible." Spencer groans, getting dangerously close to the edge again. He'd tell you to slow down, but everything feels too good to stop. Instead, he tries to drag you down with him, starting with diving face first into your tits. His mouth nips and sucks at your flesh wildly, struggling to land where he wants with your ceaseless bouncing. The noises he makes are borderline animalistic, groaning and grunting against your chest.

"Jesus, Spence!" You can't help letting out a breathless laugh at his urgency, picking up on the fact that his end is closer than your own. "You wanna try to help me out?" You offer, eager to feel him take some of the control. He doesn't say anything, just nods and makes an unintelligible sound at you. He thrusts his hips up, following what his primal urges are telling him to do. It appears to be working, given the shocked gasp that leaves your lungs at his effort. He keeps doing it, his mind turning to mush more and more as he fucks into your cunt to meet you halfway. "Oh my god! Yeah, keep doing that." You pant the words out, clinging to him by the shoulders.

Reid grins against your flesh, still biting and suckling while he pounds into you over and over. He's doing it, he's really doing it. He's keeping control of himself, he's going to make it. "Feel so fuckin' good, gonna make you cum, gonna make you scream, I promise...promise, promise..." Spencer murmurs to you, vowing to not give up, even though his balls are screaming for release right now. He has to get you there, if it's the last thing he'll ever do. "Such a perfect pussy, so good for me, so, so wet, fuck-" He groans when your walls constrict around him a bit, almost making him blow his load entirely.

"Don't stop, baby, you can do it, fuck me, make me cum, please, Spence..." You plead as your orgasm builds near the point of toppling over. His filthy mouth and feral actions have set you on fire from the inside out. You knew sleeping with Spencer would be special, and intense. But this is an entirely new level. His craving of you has blocked out all else, leaving him only with the mission to chase release. His, and your own.

"Oh, god, lay down, lay down, I'm gonna cum, gonna cum..." Spencer babbles, attempting to push you over onto your back. You follow his lead, his cock still sheathed inside you as you let him lead you where he wants. As soon as your body hits the mattress, he proceeds to ram himself into you as hard and as fast as he can.

"Fuck! Spencer!" You cry out as he hits an entirely new angle inside you, your ass resting over his knees as he thrusts forward. His hands grip your hips so hard, sure to leave dark bruises once he's through with you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, gonna fill you up, gonna cum deep inside this pussy..." Reid grunts, sweat slicking him down, stomach clenching as he's about lose it.

"Keep going, baby. Don't stop, I'm almost there. Cum for me." You whine as his cock slams into you again and again.

"Fuck!" He nearly shouts when he finally feels it, his balls tightening, bliss washing over him, his hips stuttering as he fills you with thick ropes of white.

All you can do is bear witness as Spencer cums, harder than he ever has in his life. His brows knit together, mouth falling open as he moans so fucking loud. He keeps slamming his cock into you, hoping to pull you down alongside him. Feeling his load spill inside of you, as well as his desperate thrusts sends you tumbling over the edge. "Oh, god! Spencer!" You cry as your orgasm rips through you mercilessly. Your pussy clenches down on Reid's spent length, making him gasp as he keeps thrusting to get you off. You thighs shake violently, stars blurring your vision, hands clawing at the sheets beneath you. It's the most beautiful thing Spencer has ever seen.

You both slowly come down from your high, soaked in sweat and totally spent. Spencer carefully pulls out of you, though you still wince a little. "You okay?" He asks, noting your discomfort.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit worn out." You laugh lightly, crawling over to the right end of the bed to lie down. Spencer joins you, pulling the covers over you both and taking you into his arms.

"Sorry about that, I don't know what came over me." He says, a little embarrassed for losing control the way he did.

"It's okay, baby. More than okay, actually." You reassure him once again, stroking his damp face with your thumb. "I'm surprised you had it in you." You chuckle, and he does, too.

"So am I. I guess you...bring it out in me." He explains, and you nod in understanding.

"And I take that as a compliment." You say with a sleepy smile. "Did you have enjoy yourself?" You ask.

"Very much. Even more than I thought I would." Spencer says earnestly, making your heart skip a beat.

"Me too, Spence. And I'm so happy you chose me to enjoy this with." You reply, leaning in to give him a tender kiss. This night has been the best one of your lives (so far), and you look forward to sharing many more moments just like this one in the future. Together.

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shjsnjkj · 3 months ago

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☆ bestfriend!sunghoon x reader ; Jealousy. This was the first time you felt that emotion while seeing your childhood best friend, Sunghoon around girls except you. You hated to admit it, but you found out yourself craving his touch every time you saw him. Maybe today is the day, to be honest and open up to him.

You've known Sunghoon since you were in the first year of elementary school. You were classmates from day one and have been the best of friends ever since. You'd meet up at each other's houses to work on writing assignments, go out together at the weekends with your families, and your favourite thing was going skating together every winter. Once you were old enough, you went to the same high school and university. You always went out to eat together, and you even hugged each other in the mornings or at the end of the day. It was just an innocent gesture for you, but not for the others. People thought you'd end up together before you even started university, but that never happened.

As time passed, you grew closer to Sunghoon and found yourself missing him more when you were apart. You thought it was just a normal feeling between best friends, but when he was surrounded by girls in front of the school while you were just on your way to greet him and go to his home for the afternoon, something clicked inside you. Your mood and smile took a turn for the worse. Seeing those girls so close to your best friend made you feel really nervous. You just wanted them to disappear. The only way to do that was to introduce yourself as his girlfriend to the girls.

"Sunghoonie, let's get going." -you rushed over and grabbed his arm while giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Oh, Y/n, hi!" -he looked at you with a questioning look while maintaining a normal voice tone.

"Wait a minute. Is she your girlfriend, Sunghoon? So the rumors are true?" -they looked at you with a kind of disgusted look, their mouths open.

"Bye, ladies!" -you pulled Sunghoon aside and then left with him, leaving the girls to ponder what had just happened.

"Y/n, could you tell me what that was about? Can you tell me why you kissed my cheek? They probably think we're a couple." -he asked seriously.

"It was just an innocent kiss, nothing to worry about, Hoon. Let's not worry about it. And what if they think we're a couple? It's not true—we're just friends, you know. You know this perfectly." -you pulled your lips in a straight line to hide your feelings, but your eyes told the truth.

That night, you discovered what you felt was pure jealousy. So you fell in love with him? You didn’t know the answer to this question but kept looking way too much at his face, lips, hands and unintentionally kept imagining how it would feel to kiss him or even just hold his hands. Feeling them on your skin, looking him in the eyes all night while he slowly touches your face and peppers you with his kisses. To be honest this wasn’t the first time you'd imagined all of this but reality hit you only just now and realized that you were craving him and his touch more than ever.

After studying Sunghoon brought dinner to his room which you ate deliciously while chatting about this and that. Until one bad move and you spilled the coke on your blouse. The cold drink makes your blouse see-through right in front of your best friend’s eyes. You froze just like Sunghoon. He just stared at you for a few seconds then stood up.

“Aren’t you coming?” -he asked with no emotion.

“Where to?”

“To the bathroom. You should probably change your clothes and take a shower.” -he held out his hand to guide you there.

In the bathroom, he turned you around and started unzipping your blouse getting rid of it and leaving you in your bra. You felt a bit vulnerable and shy. Who knows when was the last time he saw your bare body and his seriousness made you feel freaked out on the inside. The next moment he unclipped your bra and it fell on the ground. You immediately folded your arms across your chest, even though he only saw your back.

“Here are the clothes you can wear after you’re done.” -then he left you to it.

You were taken aback and just stood there, the cold drink still dripping from your skin, making you shiver. Or was it just the thought of Sunghoon seeing you topless that made you feel that way?

You tried to calm down under the water because you knew that if you faced him like a tomato, it wouldn't be a good idea. As you dried yourself off, you realized you only had a panty and Sunghoon's big T-shirt with you. All right, I'll face him without a bra. It was everything you'd ever dreamed of.

Slowly you stepped out of the room and made your way to his. You were still holding your arms before you.

“What are you hiding Y/n?” -Sunghoon immediately asked when he saw you.

“Nothing, I’ll just pack my things and head home now” -you couldn’t stay there after all the embarrassment while you felt the lust for him deep down.

“Going home? Right now? No, Y/n you can’t do that. I wouldn’t want to make you sick. It’s cold outside, and it’s already late. I made the bed for us and turned up the heat. Please stay with me.” -he stepped to you closer.

What’s up with him? All his seriousness disappeared while you took a shower? And sleeping here with him? In the same bed? Wait, you always did that. Years ago… Nevertheless he was right. You didn’t have a car and it was already midnight so the best choice was to stay here. Nothing could go wrong, right?

“Okay, Sunghoon, but we’ll keep the distance in the bed.”

Needless to say, that wasn't going to happen.

“Now show me, what’s here.” -he tried to put your arms down but you stayed still.

"No, Sunghoon, stop it." He was a lot stronger than you, and he unfolded your arms. He grabbed your wrists and looked right at your shirt. Your nipples were peeking through his shirt. You tried to read his reaction, but it was more difficult than you expected. He loosened his grip and then left the room, heading for the bathroom.

You went to bed with no emotions and started to relax. As soon as you were ready to get comfortable and cover up, you realized there was only one blanket and that you'd have to share it with Sunghoon. A few minutes later, he came back and lay down on the other side of the bed. You totally unaware of what he did in the quiet room. Probably just took a shower and didn’t touch himself with the thought of you spreading all over his mind.

You didn’t mind and went to the edge of the bed when you felt an arm wrap around your waist from behind. Your eyes opened in an instant. He pulled you closer to him until you felt his hot breath on the crook of your neck. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?” -he whispered to your ear making a shiver run down your spine.

“What?” -you tried to get one normal word out.

“That you like me”

You stayed quiet but you had to respond to something.

“Why would you think that?”

“Come on Y/n I see how you're trying to catch my attention with some simple move and how jealous you are It’s so obvious. ”

“Sunghoon…since we are best friends I'll be honest with you. I like you, but it's nothing out of the ordinary. You like me too, and there's no need to say things like this and make fun of me." -you tried to get out of his hug.

“What if I’m serious and say that I feel the same sweetheart? I already opened up to you baby. How about you do the same?” -with an easy movement he turned you on your back hovering over you.

You looked into each other's eyes, and your hearts started to race. You were so wrapped up in his gaze that you didn't even notice him moving closer to your face until he was just a few millimeters away from touching your lips. You closed your eyes, ready to meet his lips, but he kissed your neck instead. The sudden, warm sensation on your skin made you let out a soft, pleasant moan. Sunghoon replied with another kiss.

He went lower, giving pecks on your stomach and then at the top part of your panty to your thighs. His hands were caressing your leg in a slow, deliberate motion. He was really taking his time to admire you with every touch. Sunghoon gave you a kiss on your lower part before pulling your lingerie down with his teeth. Making you bare in front of him. He'd been waiting a long time for this moment, and finally having this view in front of him made him hard again, even after getting off just minutes before.

He gently spread your legs open and moved closer to your pussy. He gave your inner thigh a few butterfly kisses before planting a kiss on it. He teased you a bit, slowly adding his tongue to your wet pussy for the first time. You didn't move away from his touch, so he was ready to lick you fully and give you the best oral pleasure ever. His tongue teased your clit while he inserted two fingers inside you, making you moan. "Sunghoon... mmhm." It aroused you a lot and made you wet immensely. It made Sunghoon's job easier by continuously hitting your spot with his fingers, increasing the pace gradually. When you started shaking under his touch, he pulled out his fingers and started to eat you out.

The slurping sounds mixed with his and your moans got you pretty close to the edge. You were completely lost in the moment and ready to lose yourself to his tongue. A few more seconds and you came all over Sunghoon's pink tongue, making it white. Your eyes rolled back as you bit down on your lips. He just grinned at your reaction while cleaning you up with his fingers. He put them in his mouth to clean them. You tried to catch your breath when you saw that Sunghoon was opening his mouth to speak.

“Now sit on my face baby”

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shikiii-skadi · 5 months ago

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Achievement Unlocked: Pet the Grim

SUMMARY: after Idia told you that he would help you with your alchemy project if you get Grim to let him pet him, you immediately went and did just that.

NOTE: inspired by Idias line "If you want help with questions, get Mr. Grim to let me pet him. Then we'll talk." from his labwear card

WARNINGS: none

NAVIGATION: Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

Your grades didn't look too good in some subjects, thanks to the fact that you were sharing your student spot with a gluttonous cat weasel monster, who preferred to cause trouble rather than study properly for your tests.

Professor Crewel made it very clear when he handed you the assignments for this project in Alchemy that you and Grim can't afford to get a bad grade if you want to pass this semester smoothly.

So it was up to you to find a way to make sure you did.

"Grim, listen. I know you hate being compared to a cat but think about it. Just let Idia pet you for a moment and he will help us with the alchemy project."

"WHAT? Are you kidding? Let that weirdo pet me?! Pfft, forget it! No way I'm lettin' Idia anywhere near me."

Grim, who like so often couldn't see the bigger picture, was fiercely opposed to your suggestion, even after you've been trying to change his mind for a while now.

"What other options do we have? I love Ace and Deuce but they are struggling just as much as we do. If not more," you said trying to make Grim see reason. But in the end, this was probably a waste of energy because Grim still didn't grasp the gravity of your situation. Grim thought he could easily achieve a good grade and that you two weren't actually that bad.

It looked like you had to use your last trump card.

"It's just one small pet. And who knows maybe you deserve an extra portion of tuna after bringing home a good grade in this project, which we probably only get with Idia's help."

You could see Grim starting to ponder as you said this. "Hmph! You make a compelling argument. ...Alright, fine. I'll let that weirdo touch me. But only ONE pet! That's it! And the extra tuna is non-negotiable!"

“Oh, Grim, I knew I could count on you," you said, although you were referring more to his hunger than him as person.

With this small victory secured, you immediately headed for Ignihyde, before Grim had the chance to change his mind and run away again.

When you arrived in Ignihyde, you were immediately welcomed by Ortho, who told you that Idia was in his room. You didn't really expect Idia to be somewhere else anyway. Was he even able to leave his room?

Ortho also told you that you should just enter Idia's room if he doesn't answer.

"Idia!" you say after opening the door to announce your presence.

"GAH!!" Idia lets out a nervous yelp as his room was suddenly invaded, and the source of the "attack" being... you. "W-what happened to knocking first?!"

"Oh, come on, don't be a drama queen. Ortho told me I should just come in," you reply and enter his dorm room, while Grim stays outside, "But let's not get hung up on this. There is a reason I came to see you. Can you remember our deal? You told me you would help me with this alchemy project if I get Grim to let you pet him."

He groans and crosses his arms. "Ugh... you didn't forget... Did you seriously find a way to get Mr. Grim to let me pet him? He always gets angry whenever I bring it up."

You nod, before turning to the door and calling out to your furry companion. "Grim! Come inside."

Grumbling could be heard before Grim walked into Idia's room. Grim definitely didn't look happy. It looked like this was his walk of shame of to his execution. He really didn't want Idia to pet him, but the prospect of tuna kept him going.

Idia stared at Grim in disbelief, his mouth agape, before turning to you. "Y-You actually got him to listen to you? H-How did you get him to even move?? I swear, he acts like I'm trying to murder him or something!"

“Tuna usually works wonders for him.”

"Alright, let's get this over with. You better make sure that your hands are washed properly before you touch the Great Grims fur! And just one pet. That's it!" Grim said, crossing his arms and looking away while waiting for Idia to pet him so he could get the tuna you promised him.

With the speed of light Idia runs to the bathroom to wash his hands. Honestly, you have never thought he could move that fast.

After returning he walks up to the cat monster, carefully raising his hands. "Don't worry, my hands are as clean as they could ever be. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I'm not messing this up!"

He reaches out and finally pets Grim on the head. You watched as a wide smirk formed on Idia's blue lips before he let out that giggle of his, that could only be described as unsettling. "Whee hee...! I can't believe I unlocked the ultra-rare achievement 'Pet the Grim'."

Meanwhile, while Idia looked like he had the best day of his life, Grim only begrudgingly endured Idia's pet.

"There, the petting session is over. You got what you wanted," Grim said jumping away from Idia, before turning to you, "Now where's my extra tuna?!"

"Stop thinking with your stomach for once, Grim," you answered scolding him slightly before you addressed Idia, "So will you help me with the alchemy project now?"

"Yeah, yeah, I can help you with that alchemy project. But don't expect me to do all the work. Got it? I'm not carrying you the whole way!"

A bright smile formed on your lips when you heard Idia say that. You are overjoyed that your plan worked and that Idia is now going to help you and Grim, which hopefully saves you two from failing your class. "I wouldn't expect you to. We'll be doing our best!"

Idia could feel the tips of his hair turning pink when he saw your reaction. "What an absolut cinnamon roll reaction...," he mumbled.

Before you could ask him to repeat what he said, because you didn't understand him, Grim suddenly raised his voice.

"I want my extra tuna-!!"

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tofics · 4 months ago

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15 minutes

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus-Sized!fem!Reader

Song Inspo: 15 Minutes by Madison Beer

18+ only! 🚨 Mature content ahead! 🚨

Summary: For as long as you've worked with Dean Winchester, he's been the boss of you. What Dean says, goes. Even if that means that you have to sit in the car while he finishes the monster off. One day, you decide you've had enough. No more taking orders. The confrontation just goes a little different than you expected.

Word count: 6047 words

Warnings: Cursing, verbal fighting, smut

Header made by the lovely and talented @artyandink

[09:13pm]

It had taken you just ten minutes to get here. Only ten minutes, despite the rain coming down in sheets and reducing the visibility to barely two feet in front of you.

Ten hazy minutes of street lights flying past you as the rain drummed on the roof of your car and splashed across the windshield.

A reckless drive, to say the least.

Not that you remember much of it. Your thoughts had been elsewhere…

The light in front of you shifts slightly. A silhouette, barely visible through the cascades of water running down the windshield, moves across the window of the motel room you’re parked in front of.

Your fingers wrap around the leather of the steering wheel so tightly that your knuckles turn white.

“Go. Go! Leave! Now!”

Dean’s order from this afternoon reverberates through your head like an echo you can’t escape and fuels your anger anew.

Fuck this.

[09:15pm]

A quick glance at the clock - two minutes have passed since you parked the car. Two minutes of pondering what the fuck you’re doing here exactly.

Have you come to yell at him?

To strike him across the face, like you wanted to, after his text messages?

Or - worse - kiss him, like you’ve wanted to for weeks?

[08:17pm] At the motel. Where are you?

[08:41pm] Call me.

[08:58pm] Answer your phone.

[09:03pm] CALL ME.

You're strongly leaning towards yelling.

You brought this case to him. You put the file together. Both of you did the research together. And then he gets to send you home for the final part? He gets to risk his life while you’re sent home like a child is sent to bed once the adult programs come on?

Who does he think he is?

Another minute passes as you sit and feel every emotion pulse through you.

[09:16pm]

Fuck. This.

Within seconds, you’re out of the car and at the door to the motel room, but whatever motion carried you over here so swiftly abruptly fades the moment you’re about to slide the key into the lock.

The sudden stop feels irritating. Your anger is pushing you forward, demanding to barge into the room and give Dean a lecture that’ll leave his ears ringing the same way his order is still ringing in yours. It’s mixing with your demand of approval and recognition, but it’s not them that’s stopping you in your tracks. Your anger is still the driving force here, overshadowing the needy aspects of your emotions.

No, there is something else at work here - something more nagging, scratching around in the back of your brain and settling heavy in your stomach. What Dean says goes. It's an unspoken rule that you have always followed down to a t, no matter how irritating or belittling his orders appear to you. He'd probably say that makes you a good partner, whereas you... you'd argue it makes you weak; a puppet, a follower and not the leader you know yourself to be. It feels shameful to be so obedient, to be such a blind follower, to be so stupidly and painfully in love with Dean Winchester that his word is your command.

But it's not just shame that's got your hand frozen on the doorknob. It's worry.

What if you don't get a chance to say your piece? To make him see you for what you really are? What's to stop him from shutting you up with a snap of his fingers, to shush you with just a word?

A new wave of anger surges through you at just the idea of it.

You will have your say tonight.

[09:18pm]

The key slides into the lock without hesitation. You stride into the motel room with the confidence of a woman on a mission, deadly and ready to kill.

The momentum leaves you the second you've scanned your surroundings. A beer bottle next to a half-eaten microwave meal, discarded and left alone on the main table. Dean's jacket strewn across one of the beds, but no boots beneath it on the ground. The TV is on, blaring non-sense into the otherwise empty room.

Where the hell is he?

Then he appears, striding out of the adjoining bathroom with the same confidence you had to talk yourself into but that just comes naturally to him. Save for the furrowed brows, it features on his face too, a mask only worn by those who know they command any room they enter.

The expression flickers only briefly when he registers you standing in the middle of the room, drenched from head to toe, visibly seething with anger.

Your appearance earns you a raised eye-brow. "Thought I told you to go home."

Oh, his tone. So matter-of-factly, so pretentious, so arrogant.

"Well, I didn't."

"I can see that."

The TV blares on in the background and you're thankful for it, hoping it conceals the sound of your heart thumping in your chest. His eyes bore into yours and you hold the gaze, unwilling to look away in submission.

"Also told you to call me."

"You tell me a lot of things."

His face remains the same, but you can see his jaw ticking. "You got something to say to me?"

You exhale loudly through your nose. "Boy, do I got something to say to you."

"By all means, go ahead." It's clear you have ticked him off, so the sarcasm shouldn't be a surprise. And it isn't really, but it's the drop that causes your barrel to overflow.

"Oh, this is exactly what I mean!" You storm forward with an accusing finger pointed at Dean's chest. "I don't need your allowance to do anything. I don't need you barking orders at me left and right like I'm your silly little sidekick!" Your finger is jabbing into his flesh, driving home each point you make with a stab into his chest.

"Are you done?"

The reaction is so emotionless, so anything-but-impressed by your words that you're dumbfounded for just a moment.

"Are you kidding me?" It took a second, but the fuse his words lit reaches your brain with a soft ping and sets you off.

"What - is - wrong - with - you!" You've upgraded from little jabs to full on shoves against his chest, each stronger than the last. His torso staggers with each shove but he makes no move to interrupt you, which somehow only infuriates you more. "Fucking fight me back! Take me seriously for once!"

One second Dean's letting you shove against him like a boxing sack, the next, his hands are around your wrists, stopping your moves mid-air.

"Is that what this is about? You think I don't take you seriously?"

You pull on your arms to free yourself of his grip, but his hold is too strong. Your anger boils in your stomach.

"Let me go," you hiss, but he makes no such move. Instead, his grip just tightens.

"Answer me," he demands and all you can do in response to let out an angry cry. You've come to give him a piece of your mind about constantly having to take his orders, and he has the nerve, the gall to give you another order during your outburst. It's the ultimate insult.

"Fuck you, Dean. Fuck. You." You fight against his grip with strength, enforcing a momentary struggle between the two of you. You're strong, but Dean's taller. He manages to spin you around so your back is pressed against is chest, caught between his arms that are pressing your own to your chest.

He's become your life-size straitjacket. The embodiment of his demeanor - not only enforcing his will through words, but with his body too.

You hate him in this moment.

You hate that he has overpowered you, outpowered you like his words already do so much of the time.

But most of all, you hate how good it feels to be pressed so tightly against him.

His chest is pushing against you with each heavy breath he takes. The longer you're locked in his arms, the more his scent engulfs you, a mix of Baby's leather, his cologne and a faint hint of his very own smell, full of his deadly pheromones.

I need to get out of here.

"You gonna tell me what's going on now?" Dean's voice is raspy in your ear, a little strained from the effort to keep you locked in his forced embrace, but still carrying the same unchanged undertone: do as I say.

You whine and push against his arms, yearning to break free so you can get away from him as far as possible, anywhere, just not this close where his voice is right in your ear and his scent is seeping you into your nose, luring you in with every breath you take.

"Hey. Hey!" Dean spins you around and pins you in place with his large hands wrapped around your upper arms. "You think I don't take you seriously?" He's staring you down and you're torn. His face is so close that you can see every detail up-close, every freckle and every single shade of green in his gorgeous, gorgeous eyes. You want to look away, need to look away so you don't lose yourself in them, but you can't if you want to stand your ground.

"I don't think so, I know so," you push out between gritted teeth.

"The hell gave you that idea?" The concept genuinely seems to baffle him, so much so that he releases his grip on your shoulders. You stagger momentarly from the loss of force on your body, then immediately mourn the loss of his touch.

"What do you mean, 'what gave me the idea'? Are you serious? Like you don't boss me around left and right with no concern for my input or my abilities. I'm not your equal, not in your eyes!" Your voice is rising to a shout as you finally give room to the words you've harbored for so long. "I'm not even your sidekick, I'm an assistant at best! Need a new case? That's fine, take mine, but god forbid I'm there for the finale! Nooo, Dean Winchester gets to reap the rewards, not me, who did all the work with you, Dean, for you! I am nothing to you, nothing!"

Generic laughter sounds from the TV, filling the thick silence between you while you catch your breath. Dean cocks his head to the side, his jaw ever-ticking.

"Is that what you think?" His voice is suddenly so low that you can barely hear him over the TV. "You think I don't care?"

You want to reply, but then he laughs and your words get stuck in your throat.

"Sweetheart, I wish I didn't care." He runs a hand over his mouth. "I wish I didn't care so I wouldn't be worried out of my mind every time we went on a hunt. I wish I didn't care so I wouldn't have to worry about you getting hurt, or worse, killed, every single time we face a new monster."

You try to follow him, but your mind gets stuck on the pet name. Sweetheart. Sweetheart. Sweetheart.

"You got a problem with me giving you orders? You're mad you didn't get to kill the big bad wolf by yourself? Well guess what, sweetheart." Dean closes the space that you've temporarily put between him and you. "I don't care about any of that."

You're ripped out of your hypnosis by the immediate sting of his words. Involuntary tears spring to your eyes and you try to fight them back down, unwilling to let him see how much it pains you to be right. "Fucking knew it-," you start, your voice thick and laced with pain, but he stops you.

"Oh, I'm not finished. I don't care if giving you orders pisses you off. I don't care if following my orders means that you get to live. That's what I care about. Hate me all you want, but don't you ever think for a second that I don't care about you. You mean 'nothing' to me? You mean everything to me."

You mean everything to me.

Everything to me.

Everything.

The words echo in your head, one by one, until only one remains. Everything.

You blink at Dean.

Everything.

Even if you're dubious of the words, there is something in his eyes that you've never ever seen on Dean before. His brows are furrowed in that very familiar expression of anger, the type that regularly settles on his face when you refuse to listen, but there is something else underneath it all, softer and hesitant and shy-

It takes a moment, but you finally register it for what it is.

Vulnerability.

Fuck.

What you read as a sense of arrogance had been something else entirely all along? All his orders, every single command he's given you - they came from a place of love, not of condescension?

The weight of this revelation hangs heavy in the room as you blink feverishly, trying to make sense of it.

You mean everything to me.

Everything to me.

Everything.

The echo is like a starting shot that fires through your brain. Your legs move before you're even aware of it, carried forward by instinct rather than thought. One moment you're opposite Dean in a mouthy stand-off, the next you're on your tiptoes and your lips press against his in a hungry, starving fashion.

Whatever surprise you feel about your own boldness is quickly replaced by the astonishing speed at which Dean adjusts to the invasion of his personal space. You attribute some of it to his years of training, but a part of you wonders if his quick response has anything to do with how you mean everything to him.

Has he dreamt of this as long as you have?

Dean doesn't grant you a lot of time to ponder the question. His hands make sure that your brain is preoccupied with tracking their placement on your body, a task that's easier said than done as they move over your back and slide over your hips, skillfully testing your curves and luscious hills before getting tangled in your damp hair and cupping your face.

You know the feeling. You've felt it in his presence before numerous times, though the circumstances could not have been more different. Dean's hands on your body are new, but the adrenaline pumping through you isn't, nor is the sensation of being on high-alert and tracking every single sensation that you can register. All of your senses are working at high speed, clocking every touch, every sound that your touch on his body elicits.

Instead of relying on every piece of information to stay alive, you are devouring every sensation with a hunger you didn't know you were capable of. Every moment, every placement of his hands on your body, every movement of his lips against yours has to be clocked and noted down. You're eating it all up in a desperate attempt to commit all of it to memory at once, no matter how many braincells you fry in the process.

For reasons you cannot think of in this moment, your vigor is not only matched but challenged by Dean. The kiss is a pornographic rendition of your interactions on a hunt: Dean's insistence to lead and your feeble attempts to take point. Even though you were the one to kiss him, there's a neediness on both ends as the two of you seem to struggle for more of the other, more lips, more skin, more more more.

Your wet clothing is leaving stains on his, but he doesn't seem to mind or even notice. "You're everything to me," he repeats in a murmur in the rare instance that his mouth break from yours. You can feel his lips move against your cheek as he speaks. A kiss is planted in the same spot, then another on your cheekbone, on your jawline, your earlobe, and then that special place just below where the ear meets the neck that gives you goosebumps.

"How could I ever let something happen to you?" Dean expertly works his way from your neck down to the low cut of your shirt and you're unable to respond, rendered mute by the sensation of his lips and tongue travelling over your collarbone and marking their passage as they go. His kisses are sloppy and yet precise, saliva mixing with the beads of water dripping from your hair onto your chest. He licks them up where he encounters them, hot wet strips up your skin that burn with fiery want even long after his tongue has moved on another place.

Dean's touches feel like heaven. They cloud your mind and haze your thoughts until there's barely anything sensible left in your head for you to hold on. What you feel most is a desperate want, a heavy need for him, for Dean to be touching you, to be on you, to be inside of you.

And yet, persistent as an infestation of cockroaches, a shred of defiance remains in the back of your mind, demanding to be heard.

I want to have my say, it pouts and stomps with its foot like a toddler in the midst of a tantrum.

And have your say you will.

"Stop," you breathe out and pull away what little you can while encased in Dean's arms.

It shouldn't delight you how quickly he freezes up before you, how fast he follows your plea command. You know Dean can be overbearing and bossy, a pompous and pretentious asshole for a leader who barks orders without offering explanations, but he's never once been anything but a gentleman when it comes to boundaries regarding your personal space.

Dean is a lot of things, but he's not a grabby asshole. Just a bossy one.

"What did I do? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?" The immediate concern is evident both on his face and in his voice and you feel like you might scream. No, you didn't, my god, you didn't, keep on doing what you did, your heart seems to be saying, cheered on by the pool of warmth between your legs, but the remaining shred of defiance isn't having any of it.

"I- no, no you didn't, it's just-," you start and break off again. Words are racing through your head at lightning speed, forming half-sentences that barely make sense before being replaced immediately.

I want you to listen to me-

Want you to hear me-

To validate me as a hunter-

I want you to fuck me, right here, right now.

You're at war with yourself and your mouth can't keep up with the speed at which your thoughts firing.

See me, hear me, validate me.

Do to my body whatever you want.

"Hey, talk to me." Dean's voice is gentle, just like the hand he places on your cheek, but your jaw clenches regardless. Another order. You tense up under his touch and see his brows furrow in concern, the lines on his forehead deepening. His eyes seek out yours and finally, you see something in them you haven't seen before. They speak before his mouth does: Please.

"Please," he repeats and you melt right there and then.

Finally, the single word that turns his command into a plea.

Somehow, that's all it takes.

"Fucking finally," you breathe out before you throw yourself at him with renewed vigor. You wrap your hands around his neck and pull him a little closer in an effort to reinforce what you're trying to wordlessly say with way of your lips: touch me, kiss me, take me, make me yours.

God or not, Dean answers your prayers. Your shirt is the first to go, peeled off of your damp skin hastily and chucked aside. His flannel and t-shirt soon follow by your hands and a growl escapes your throat when his bare chest is exposed to you. You've seen Dean topless before (though not often enough in your opinion) but you've never been this close to it, your face just mere inches from where his anti-possession tattoo blooms on his chest. His scent wafts over to you as he moves against you and you can't help but sink your teeth into his skin, a puny attempt at devouring him whole so that he may stay with you forever.

You latch onto his skin and the ground underneath your feet disappears. You yelp into his chest when Dean picks you up with surprising ease and walks the two of you over to his bed, never once stopping the shower of kisses on any spot of you that he can reach. He lays you down so gently that he seems afraid he might break you if he handled you too roughly, but then his body presses you into the mattress as he lays on top of you and kisses you with a feverish intensity that is anything but gentle.

Where to place your hands first? His back, his neck, his biceps, his stomach? Or bury them in his hair instead? The choices are overwhelming and equally tempting, so you don't decide but go for all of them. You simply can't get enough of him, of touching Dean the way you've dreamt of for so long, silently and secretly at night where you couldn't be caught; but now he's here, his warm skin flush against yours, and it's exhilarating.

"My god, look at you," Dean groans, his head level with your chest. "You're gorgeous." His hands cup around your luscious breasts with a gentle squeeze while he looks on in admiration and you feel some color rushing to your cheeks. Dean's not exactly shy to hand out a compliment, but it's never been anything as explicit as this before.

"Could never let anything happen to you," he mumbles into your skin between nibbles down your belly. His hands accompany his mouth, softly kneading the pads of flesh in wake of his kisses. Were the circumstances different, were it anyone else besides Dean - the attention of detail to your belly would have sent you into a frenzy already, self-consciousness kicking in and overriding any bit of joy you could derive from the activity. But it's not a random bar hook up that's leaving love-bites on your soft hills and curves, it's not a stranger that's kneading your flesh with a hungry and appreciative appetite in his eyes. It's Dean, peppering you with kisses all over, not missing a single inch of your torso and squeezing you so affectionately in any place that he can get a hold of that you don't even consider once whether or not he enjoys what is being served to him.

There is no question that Dean is enjoying his meal to the fullest, and from the hunger in his eyes, it looks like he hasn't even gotten to the main course yet.

You buck your hips up towards him when his mouth nears the waistband of your jeans, keen with anticipation, but then his mouth trails back up towards your bust again. "Not done yet," you hear him mumble and feel his lips stretch into a grin across your skin when you whine in frustration. "Patience, sweetheart, patience."

Patience my ass, you think, but slightly arch your back so he can unclasp your bra regardless. Something of a choking sound falls from Dean's lips when your tits fall free. "My god," he breathes out and there's the same shine in his eyes that he gets when pie is placed in front of him. "Do you even know how beautiful you are?"

He doesn't wait for you to respond and you're not sure you could anyway. Dean just had another appetizer served and he is hungry. His lips dip down and encase the sensitive bud with the precision and determination. A moan escapes you when his tongue starts to swirl around until your nipple stands rock hard. You blindly feel for him, aiming for his hair to pull him up to you for another kiss, but he catches your hands before they can latch on and gently traps your wrists in a bracelet of his own hands, pressing soft kisses to your palms before returning his attention to your remaining nipple.

You squirm underneath Dean, moaning and whining while trapped in his literal hand-cuffs as he feathers strokes of his tongue over your other nub.

"Dean, please," you whine, unsure of what exactly it is you're asking for. All you know is that you want more, that you need more. "Please."

Dean hums against your skin in acknowledgement. "I hear you, baby, I do."

He makes quick work of your pants, a true feat considering the way jeans cling to wet skin. Perhaps the jeans temporarily forgot that it was wet under Dean's touch. You couldn't blame it, the way he expertly peels the thick wet garment off you like it's nothing. He unearths your damp and shivering legs in the same way one might peel skin off a delicious fruit. The wet piece drops to the floor in a soft thud, forgotten the moment the last bit of fabric leaves your skin.

How can a man who fights and kills with such brute strength touch you with the softness of a feather?

The pads of Dean's fingers stroke up your legs, over your shins and up to your knees where they suddenly dig into your skin, and appreciative grip on your thighs. You're by no means small, but Dean's large hands still somehow fill the width of your thighs. It's an intoxicating scene, his hands spread out on your thighs, so close to your heated core; something akin to a painting you wish you could frame and hang on your wall.

"Hey." You involuntarily peel your eyes from his hands at the beckoning of his voice. "Are you sure?"

You tug on his waistband in lieu of an answer, motioning for him to scoot upwards. You can sense his hesitation in the cautious way he crawls towards you, his eyes still searching your eyes for what your mouth won't say. You don't leave him guessing long, though. One hand travels down his torso towards the bulge in his pants. Dean's breath stutters and his eyes flutter shut as you rub your hand over his erection. He shudders against your touch while he hovers over you, visibly straining to stay atop. "You don't gotta-" His voice breaks off into a groan when you start moving your hand mid-sentence. Dean's head falls towards your chest with closed eyes and his body shudders again, resulting in a smug grin on your face.

This is your doing.

And though Dean is clearly enjoying your touch on his groin, it's not enough. You need more, more of him.

Your hands make quick work of his belt buckle, working with the same experience and quick fingers that can quickly dismantle a gun and put it back together. When your hand slips into his boxers, you both gasp.

He's big.

Your fingers form a ring around his cock and you begin to Dean jerk off, slowly and attentively, watching his face for a reaction of what he likes and adjusting your grip and speed accordingly. It's mesmerizing, the way it only takes your hand to draw sounds from Dean's lips you've never heard from him before, but have dreamt of countless times. One of his hand snakes into your hair while his face sinks into the crook of your neck. You feel his labored breath against your skin and the sharp pull on your scalp where his fingers have clenched into a fist in your hair. "Fuck, sweetheart," he whispers and you feel yourself leaking into your panties with excitement.

So many days you brooded over Dean's bossy demeanor. So many times you sat in the passenger seat of the Impala, fuming and stewing in your own anger while you waited for him to finish off another monster, shunned to the car and ordered to wait until he'd done the deed. You swallowed so many orders and commands, but now, you're the one in charge.

You have your hand wrapped around Dean's cock and you can't help but feel like you've won.

"Hold on, please," he croaks into your neck, his voice deliciously raspy and needy.

'Please', he said.

Something in your tummy pulls. Dean is asking you, not ordering you.

"Please," he repeats again and your hand stills in his boxers. You turn your head to find his eyes. "You gotta stop, or it's over before it's even begun," he says and the smug smile only spreads further on your face.

You have your hand wrapped around Dean's cock, and you're making him feel so good that he might come if you don't stop.

'Pride' does not begin to cover the emotion you feel in this moment.

His lips seek out yours and he pulls you into a kiss that has a different flavor than those that came before. The passion hasn't changed, but the core has, going from needy to more sensual. His hands run a new course over your body as his tongue dances with yours, and before long, you can guess their destination.

Dean is seeking out the heat between your legs. He first runs a single, gentle finger over the damp cloth between your thighs. There's no question that though the rain properly soaked you, the dampness between your legs has nothing to do with the downpour outside and everything to do with the large man on top of you.

He groans slightly when he feels how soaked you already are. "So wet already, sweetheart? Just for me?" The words are mumbled against the sensitive spot on your neck. The skin tingles where his lips make contact and a shiver of goosebumps runs down your body, causing you to shudder slightly against his touch. His finger slides over your clothed folds again, dipping between them ever so slightly but enough for you to feel the friction directly against your clit. A breath hitches in your throat and the grip on his cock tightens involuntarily.

He's barely touched you (down there) and you already feel like you're about to lose your marbles.

In true fashion to the competitive nature of your relationship, the next few minutes are a competition of who can make the other one break first. Dean slides a finger under the fabric that separates him from your core and begins to softly move it up and down your folds; meanwhile you resume your work in his boxers. Moans fill the room as both of you pleasure the other one with nothing more than your hands.

You fight to focus through the hazy pleasure that fills your head more and more as Dean draws tiny circles over your most sensitive spot. The longer his soft pad presses against your sensitive flesh in a circular motion, the more you find your hips arching upwards toward him, silently begging for more friction. It's both a blessing and a curse how good it feels to have his hand between your legs and you find yourself trapped by your own need for dominance - give or receive?

But then Dean's hips buck against your grip in his pants and you are spurned on even more, determined to make him come before you do.

Your resolve lasts for all but sixty seconds when Dean decides that enough is enough and he needs more of you, and he needs it now. The finger that toyed with your clit slides down towards your entry, easy and swiftly through your slick that by now has bled through the fabric of your panties and dampened the mattress. Dean reaches his destination and probes your fluttery hole with just the tip of his finger, sliding in with the same ease as pushing into cotton candy, and both you and him moan simultaneously. "So wet, so soft," he whispers and you whine, your grip on his cock feeling like the only thing that's anchoring to this world.

It's just the tip, but now that it's there, you need more, now, this very second. Your hips move on their own accord in an attempt to push down on his finger and Dean accepts your request without hesitation. His long digit slowly drives into you and you arch your back in response, your mind clouding over as he claims you for the first time.

"Fuck, Dean," you whine, the last words you're able to form before he pulls out and gently repeats the intrusion into your wet and heated core. The second he takes on a steady pace you're lost to the sensation.

Your mouth falls open in a silent moan as Dean slides in and out of you, the steady motion creating a delicious friction in your aching center that both helps and adds to the tension that's building in your core. "My god, you're beautiful, you're so beautiful," you hear him whisper into your ear and you're unable to respond, caught in a trance brought on by his finger inside of you.

You don't even notice your grip loosening in his pants. Your arm is still moving absent-mindedly, pulling your ring of fingers up and down his shaft, but your movements stutter, impacted by Dean's digit that's working in and out of you.

His winning strike comes in the form of a second finger, gently pushing into you alongside the one that's already made himself at home inside of you. You feel the stretch of a second digit widening you and then gasp in ecstasy when not one, but two fingers curl deep inside of you and brush over the spot that makes you see stars.

It's over from thereon out. After seeing your reaction, Dean repeats the curling maneuver inside of you with an intensity and determination you only see from him when you're chasing a monster, except he's chasing your release now, and he seems dead-set on it. He mumbles praises into your ear while he works into you, the pads of his fingers relentlessly brushing over that same spot deep inside of you that you begin to thrash underneath him, unable to stay still while the coil in your belly tightens.

You were foolish to think that you could win against him, you now realize. You are putty in Dean's hands, ready to be molded into whatever he wants you to be. His orders are your command, what he says, goes.

"Come for me, sweetheart, come for me." It's as much as a request as it is an order.

How could the clay ever disobey its masters hands?

Dean's fingers work against the soft spot inside of you relentlessly and all you can do is hang on to him by digging a fist into his hair. Your back is arched, pushing your mound into his hand, deepening the friction he's providing as you push against him rhythmically. It doesn't take long for you to follow your orders.

One more curl of his fingers, one more pads of fingers brushing over your spot, and you're sent over the edge, legs quivering and shaking as the orgasm overtakes you and washes over you. You moan into Dean's ear, helpless as you're falling apart, but feeling perfectly safe at the same time.

Dean works you through your orgasm with the same intentional help he offers to you whenever else you are in need. His movements slow in unison with your body coming down from its high, but the kisses on your neck and collarbone never cease.

"You did so good, sweetheart. So good."

The praise goes down like warm honey. You drink it up like you're a woman dying of thirst and you realize that you can both win and lose at the same time.

Dean may be your boss, but he sees you regardless. He takes point, but he hears you.

And - this, you've never been more sure of in your life - he validates you.

He just couldn't show it before.

A/N: My first time writing smut! 🙂‍↕️ Did trying to write this almost break my brain? Absolutely. Am I satisfied with the outcome? …I think so. I didn’t proof-read it, but I’ve rewritten this piece so many times that I know some passages by heart now. I absolutely would’ve gotten nowhere if it hadn’t been for @artyandink’s tips and support throughout this. For that, I thank you my friend. I also have to give credit where credit is due and mention @zepskies because she’s the first writer I noticed specifically including plus-sized!readers in her fics. As a rather heavy set girl myself, I appreciated that so much! I tried to include appreciation for us heavier girls in this fic and I hope I did alright. That goes for the entire thing - writing smut was unbelievably daunting so if you have any feedback at all, please please please let me know. Criticism is appreciated too! - Alright, enough babbling. I hope you enjoyed my first attempt at smut! 🫶🏼

Feedback is always appreciated! If you have any requests, feel free to send them my way. I'm always happy to practice my writing! :)

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cntloup · 21 days ago

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Simon x gn!reader

purely self-indulgent, implied depression, mention of mental health, meds and doctors

"are you ok?" the husky voice that you know all too well sounds distant now, but doesn't fail to bring you back and anchor you to reality as it always does.

are you ok? really? it all seems foggy as you try to form even an ounce of coherent thought in your head.

then you remember why he asks such a question. it's probably because you pushed him away last night when he made it clear that he desired you in ways that you couldn't handle at the moment, you think to yourself.

"why? cause I'm not in the mood, it means I'm not ok? I'm not allowed to?" you blurt out suddenly, sounding more aggressive than you intend to.

"no, lovie. you know that's not what i mean. you haven't gotten out of bed all day." he responds calmly, all too familiar with your mood swings and ups and downs, mostly downs of your mental health.

then it finally clicks in your mind that you've been, in fact, slumped over the bed the whole day. and you eventually understand that he means well and you've been mistaken about what he means.

he's always been understanding of your condition and never has pushed you to do anything that you're not comfortable with.

"sorry... I-I don't know what's wrong with me." you mumble, head hanging low in embarrassment but he dismisses all that immediately, "nothing is wrong with you..." he speaks while taking your hand in his, "I'm here, love. everything will be ok. I promise." his soft tone and minimal words have a soothing effect on your broken soul.

yet you still feel that ever-present gaping hole inside you. the only difference now is that it doesn't seem impossible to mend as your gaze finally meets his, witnessing the worried look etched on his face, reassuring you that he's there for you.

"I can't go on like this..." your voice wavers as a lump forms in your throat and he reaches to caress your cheek.

"do you wanna do anything? anything to get you out of bed, love. we can start with something small." he suggests as you ponder the thought, "I need a shower." you reply sheepishly and he bends down to place a kiss on your forehead before picking you up gently and walking to the bathroom.

"have you taken your meds, baby?" he questions in a quiet tone as he places you on the counter, always making sure you're doing the best you can to take care of yourself, "yeah." you murmur back.

"you wanna visit your doctor? I can make an appointment for you if you want." he suggests and you nod, "that'd be great. thanks, Si."

"anything for you, baby." he whispers and kisses your lips, "I'll be right outside the door. just call me if you need anything." he says before leaving to give you some privacy.

while you take a quick shower, he calls your doctor's office and makes the appointment, thinking it's the least he can do to somewhat ease your pain.

you make it quick and come back out, wanting nothing more than to curl up in your lover's arms.

and eventually, you begin to see the silver lining in all these dark clouds that are looming over you, thinking how he makes it possible for you to finally heal.

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abbyclypsie · 26 days ago

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VOULEZ-VOUS! - 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍

WARNINGS: reader singer, a silly little thing made with love, english is not my first language!

It was a sunny morning in London, and Y/n and Leah Williamson's home was filled with an energy only a passionate singer could bring. Y/n, dressed in a sparkling outfit reminiscent of ABBA's iconic style, was bouncing around the room with a microphone in hand, belting out every note of "Voulez-Vous" with a passion that could ignite any stage.

"People everywhere, a sense of expectation hanging in the air!" Y/n sang, spinning in the middle of the room and dramatically pointing at Leah, who was sitting on the couch with her legs crossed, trying to read a book.

Leah, in her typical calm demeanor, sighed deeply and slowly closed her book. It was obvious her patience was wearing thin. She loved Y/n, but her love for ABBA was reaching its limit.

"Y/n..." Leah began in a calm but firm tone. "Yes, my love?" Y/n replied, still dancing as if she were at a live show. "Don't you think you've sung that song enough for today?"

Y/n stopped in the middle of a dramatic step, looking at Leah with eyes that sparkled with pure disbelief.

"Enough? Leah, it's Voulez-Vous! How can I stop when the spirit of the music lives within me?"

Leah rubbed her temples, trying to find the right words.

"Y/n, I love you and I support everything you do, but you've sung that song... like, ten times. Just today. I'm starting to dream about it." "That's great! It means you're feeling the magic of ABBA!"

Leah laughed humorlessly, throwing the book aside.

"No, it means I can't stand to hear 'Voulez-Vous' one more time. I was starting to like ABBA because of you, but now..."

Y/n put her hand on her heart, as if Leah had just stabbed a knife there.

"Are you saying I'm ruining ABBA for you? How is that possible? They're pure perfection, and I'm just spreading that perfection around the world!"

Leah stood up, walking over to Y/n, who was still holding the microphone like a weapon of defense.

"I don't want to ruin your passion, really. But... maybe you could sing something else? Anything else. Please."

Y/n narrowed her eyes, tilting her head dramatically.

"Are you suggesting I betray ABBA?" "No, I'm suggesting you give me a break. Just a break, Y/n. I need peace. I beg you."

Silence hung between the two for a moment, as S/n pondered. Finally, she lowered the microphone and sighed deeply.

"Alright, Leah. I won't sing ABBA... for now. But only because I love you."

Leah smiled, pulling Y/n into a tight hug.

"Thank you. And I love you too. Even when you're driving me crazy with Voulez-Vous."

Y/n laughed against Leah's shoulder but soon pulled away, raising an eyebrow with a mischievous smile.

"What if I sing Dancing Queen? It's softer." "Y/n!"

The two burst into laughter, with Leah shaking her head as Y/n took an exaggerated bow in the middle of the room. Despite their differences, that chaos was part of what made their relationship so unique. And Leah knew, deep down, that no matter how many times she heard ABBA, she could never stop loving Y/n... even if it was with earplugs.

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forsworned · 9 months ago

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I WANNA TAKE A RIDE ON YOUR DISCO STICK ft. SWITCH!KEEGAN

𓈒༑•̩̩͙ ⏤ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁!𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇, 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝖽𝖺, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝖾, 𝗉𝗇𝗏

𓈒༑•̩̩͙ ⏤ 𝗌𝗒𝗉𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗌: 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗒 𝗀𝖿, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋

𓈒༑•̩̩͙ ⏤ 𝖺/𝗇: 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗀𝗌

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Whether it was on base, missions, or in the privacy of your quarters, you were always inappropriately groping at your quiet boy toy (with his prior permission obviously), but that doesn't stop him from shooting you an icy glare that sent you snickering. Truthfully, you palming at his dick over his trousers was enticing for him. He loved the perverse smile that graced your glossy lips when you skipped away after his cock immediately chubbed at your touch. Always casting aside the jabs from his teammates about the hickies that littered his neck and torso, and the scratch marks that etched into his back in long, jagged crimson streaks. Keegan didn't give a damn.

In fact, he proudly paraded you around, with fresh bite marks on his neck after you finished grinding down on cock just moments ago while your hands were pressed into neck as he begged for more. Keegan was so, so, so needy. So, need for you.

"Fu⏤ fuck, angel, I⏤ " He whimpered out underneath you, as you greedily bounce on his cock and your breasts caromed with every stroke. His thick brows scrunching together as his pretty, wintry hues rolled back in his skull and his jaw hung as strangled moans left those rosy lips of his. "I⏤think, I think gonna c⏤"

"Uh uh uh." You gently chided, halting your ministrations against his hips, depriving him of any pleasure. He let out a constricted whine at your display of authority that he found so sexy, but it only made him more yielding to your rule.

A soft exhale left his lips as he smiled up at you, eyes still closed, caressing your sides and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. The dom in him itching to come crawling out, and tossing you around like a ragdoll. Keegan was certainly allowing you to have a little too much fun in this domineering position, and your heart instantly jumped at the expression on his face as his eyes fluttered open. Dark, long lashes framing his steely, libidinous gaze.

His teeth hooking into his lip was a dead giveaway of him deciphering whether or not to flip you over and hammer into you to satiate his needs of absolutely pulverizing you. Nothing would satisfy him more than to do just that. Your haughty gaze challenging him to do what he was currently pondering, knowing damn well he outsized you and the thought alone was quickly decoded as he practically saw the submissiveness trickle into your eyes. As soon as you could even register it, Keegan had you flat on your back. The mattress warm and slightly damp was an indication of how much you were torturing him, but now it was his turn.

A small gasp escaped you when he held your wrists with his hefty hand. "Think you've had enough fun, princess." He declared, hovering over your quivering form and a deep chuckle bubbled from his chest as he slowly rolled his hips so deliciously against yours. The shattered breath that escaped you was so heavenly to him, lyrical even. The enmeshment of dirty words, incoherent profanities, whimpers and groans was a little symphony orchestrated by him. The blissful thrusts only made your pussy pulsate against his girthy cock, stretching you pliant as hell.

Though there was still a look of defiance scrambled into your features that were bunched up in the thrill of him taking control. "Oh, don't look at me like that." His honeyed voice, said between your lips glossed over with saliva as he gently pressed his free hand around your throat.

"Open your mouth." He prodded your mouth open with his thumb, ceasing his movements for a moment as you observed him spitting into your mouth. His saliva hit your tongue and you immediately swallowed it. An involuntary clench was enough to part his own lips to let a shameless whimper slip out. That sent him into euphoria as he drove all the way into you to the hilt, kissing your cervix so delightfully. The both of spiraling into a frenzy as you clasped your legs around his waist and his brows furrowed once more as the silky warm that enveloped his cock.

His tip nudging at your a-spot slowly, but deeply as your mouth hung open at the luscious sensation. The way your eyes never left his each and every time he pounded into as you puckered your walls around him, making him near his end. "Fuck, princess⏤gonna cum." He softly cried out between thrusts and you nodded, with starry eyes and lips laquered with his saliva.

"Keegan⏤" You choked out between sobs as his fingers tightened around your throat and you felt your orgasm start to build up in your lower belly. "I'm⏤"

"Cum for me." He let out a shaky breath, and you felt the warm, rushing sensation expanding through your system as your climax rippled through you. And he felt that. Every single twitch and pulse as you locked onto him and soon he felt that sweet, sweet, moment of carthasis washing over him. His dick throbbed uncontrollably, spilling his tepid, creamy arousal into you.

Your lips curling into a giddied smile as you both caught your breath, covering your eyes with your forearm. Keegan's intense gaze usually left you flustered after such an impassioned session. He licked his moistened lips and chuckled at your shy state, always finding it endearing as hell when your orgasm carried you away. "Let me see that pretty face." He murmured, moving your arm out of the way and you peeked an eye at him that sent him into fit of laughter.

And you whined as he embraced you, rolling you over so that you laid ontop of him. A gentle kiss to your hair as he pulled upward so he could nuzzle his nose against your soft cheeks. Another plush kiss to your skin and playfully groaned, pinching his nipple in return. He jolted at the sudden pang of pain.

"Oh, you wanna play dirty, huh?" His husky voice perked up and you knew what was coming. You attempted to escape his grasp but his stout fingers caged you as he began to tickle you.

"No! N-no! Keegan⏤!" You struggled to find words between breaths and laughter. His assault not stopping, your mirth like music to his ears. To him, there was nothing better than these silly little moments he shared with you.

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from-izzy · 2 months ago

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[00:05] | nct mark lee

"You're not behind," it prompts the grip on his forearm to tighten, "but you are tired and you deserve to rest now."

pairing » nct mark lee x gn!reader (fast proofread once - lmk if i missed anything!)

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

genre » maximum hurt and comfort because i need someone to do this for me AND IT'S EXAM SEASON FOR MEJSDKFJHDF, mwork is a fluffy boyfriend in these angst times, mark holding you tight and telling you that everything is fine, boyfriend mark lee concerned for your wellbeing, mark letting you rest against his chest

word count, estimated reading time » 1707, ~6 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » reader is stressed with academics, reader hasn't slept in a while, mark implied to be physically bigger and taller

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HEYYYY HIIII! double update in a month which is very rare for me now 😭 and thanks for beta-ing a long time ago @sohnric !!

i def still love writing but life commitments can get heavy sometimes 🥹 and with that, this one is for everyone who is in exam prep or just having a hard time academically but also just anyone who needs comfort right now! good luck on your studies and commitments everyone! you can do this!! 🫂

with that being said, my first exam is tomorrow and i am tired-

Literally from the side, you hear the door creaking open, the click of its button free from the metal that houses it on its frame. As always, you choose to ignore it even though your heart drops slightly closer to your stomach. You don't dare to tear your eyes away from the document on your screen, choosing to look at the scorching white with your tired, slightly red eyes.

He called out for you but the only thing he's greeted with is your fingers rapidly against your keyboard. Mark is no longer surprised by your dismissive actions, sighing when it seems like the rhythm becomes faster.

Slowly, he approaches your study area, a folded finger rubbing against his eyes in an attempt to blink the tiredness away even if it's just for a little bit. When he's close enough to see what you're working on, he can't help but feel proud of your progress. The title of the document takes him back to just a few days ago when you were crying to sleep in his arms, telling him about how you have no idea and that you have hit a wall in the upcoming assignment that seems to be due so soon.

In reality, it isn't due for two more months, but it's the weighting of the assignment that has you pondering if you can really bear the burden of sleeping when forty per cent of your grade depends on this one paper.

But seeing your hair messy with an overused coffee cup not too far away from the edge of the table, he isn't sure if he would just rather see you cry yourself to sleep or see the obvious dark shadows surrounding your eyes. What he does know right now though, is that you should just rest your whole body after depriving yourself of a whole twenty-four hours with no sleep—slightly more than that now actually.

Mark arrives behind you, the front of his oversized shirt hitting the backseat of your study chair. His arms fall onto your shoulders, slowly massaging your tension away.

"Dinner?" He tests the topic first, genuinely not knowing if you have eaten today as he was busy outside the house.

You respond with a hum, "I promise, I had it." The typing didn't cease as you continued to speak to him, "Go back to bed, Markie."

If only you could turn back to see the face he makes at your dismissive answer. "Can't," he answers simply for now. "Not when I know that you’re out here tired and sleepless."

You know that this is his way of pulling you away from the technology that is keeping you up but you decide to stand your ground, "Just a bit more."

"That's what you've been saying the past half day, bubs."

The specific timeframe is what made your fingers freeze and you tuck all your fingers into your palm except for two, scrolling up towards the start of the document. Reality suddenly sinks into you when it doesn't feel like you scrolled up a lot, but the grey bar on the right side of the screen shows that you reached the top of the document. The wave of exhaustion finally hits and your eyelids suddenly fall instantly. Mark immediately encircles his arms around you, pulling your back to rest against his chest.

It doesn't take him another second to realise that you're silently sobbing in his arms, upper body trembling in shame and disappointment with how time has passed yet no real effort is physically seen to the real world. Mark presses multiple kisses on the top of your head, tightening his hold and whispering words of comfort.

"Mark..." You decide to bury your eyes into Mark's arms, the salty liquid trickling down the safety of his arms. "It feels like time is mocking me right now..."

You've always felt this way. Indeed, time will never wait for anyone or anything, yet as humans, it's ironic that we always wait for the right time. It's annoying and it's infuriating to see the long hand of the clock easily circle while you just sit still and watch it happen.

Mark pulls away only slightly, pulling your seated body out from the table so that he can spin you around to physically put your work behind you. He then kneels in front of you, his hands enveloping yours on top of your lap.

He doesn't say anything at first and doesn't even dare to fully let go of you even when he wipes your tears away from your cheeks. Mark just offers you a smile with the crease between his eyebrows evident, letting you cry out your feelings a little bit more.

"You're doing so well," he affirms his thoughts out loud. "You don't give yourself enough credit for that, so I'm here to remind you every time."

And he does.

Mark Lee has always been great at that even when you were both still friends. You were worried that he only did it when you were both still in the flirting stages too, but four years with Mark Lee and he still says the words sincerely and truthfully. In your darkest times, that's all that you need.

Your legs push your bottoms to the edge of the seat and you practically slump into Mark's embrace as you push the seat rolling away behind you. Your arms swing around Mark's neck for stability, hiding your cries in the crook of his neck.

"I'm tired, Mark..." suddenly the ground felt wobbly, your knees giving out to keep your posture somewhat upright in his hold, “and I feel so dumb.”

Mark quickly refutes with a series of firm shaking of his head, craning his neck just slightly enough to kiss the trail that your tears leave on the apple of your cheeks. You whimper against the touch of his lips and you hate that you’re worrying the person who has proven to you over and over again that he loves you to the moon and back. His black hair fell over his eyes but it’s not hidden enough for you to miss the reassuring glimpse that his orbs gazed you with.

"Your past achievements prove you otherwise as well and I promise you that you’re not.”

And he really means that.

Your tiredness is physically shown further by the way you slump over his figure on the floor. Your knee isn't even supporting you on the ground anymore, slipping you further away from him as the fabric of your longer pants helps you slide on the polished floor to bring you closer to your boyfriend.

Mark supports your weight against his, untucking his legs from under him and spreading them beside your figure. Slowly and gently, he turns you around and sits you properly on the squared patterns. Similar to before, he makes you rest your head against where his heart beats calmly while he leans backwards slightly so that you're more comfortable in his arms around your middle. Your fingers stiffly grip his forearm, mind still clouded by the next paragraph of your work and Mark picks this up.

His eyes drift up to the black font against the white electronic paper. "Tell me the next one." Referring to the idea of your work.

He does this often, repeating the main ideas of your work so that he can store them inside his long-term memory. This way, he can tell it to you tomorrow. His love transcends forgetfulness, his mind jotting down all the main points so that you don't have to go back to doing work without sleep inside your system any longer. Mark gently sways his upper body and the weight of your eyelids becomes more apparent from the hum he lets out.

"But I just don't think I deserve to rest." It feels like the world is too active for you to do so. "I feel like I'm behind all the time."

"You're not behind," it prompts the grip on his forearm to tighten, "but you are tired and you deserve to rest now."

That's all the validation you need. You just needed to hear someone say, with a mellow voice and the beating of their heart that contrasts your erratic ones, that it's alright for you to rest, even if it's for a while. The affirmation that you're doing well is gratefully received, but you just needed someone to tell you that your eyelids can fall for the next few hours on a well-deserved mattress, in a safe place.

Next, your voice box finally releases the tension to the air and Mark Lee alternates between kisses to the side of your face and whispers to the shell of your ear all the words that would make the tension around your body fade.

That's the thing about Mark Lee. He would let you cry it out audibly, not like the ones you would bury your entire face to your pillow, suffocating and gasping for air as you tried to keep the weight on your shoulders to yourself when you were still living alone.

The tears from your eyes are valid and so did the sobs that did the same from your lips. The world blurs due to the remnants of some of the stubborn ones that didn't drop to your tear-stricken cheeks—but it's fine because Mark would always turn his head to you, the side of his fingers brushing on your lower lid, careful to not hurt the orbs that he finds love and security in.

Mark still holds you close throughout the whole time, eventually seeing how your chest gradually decreases its frequency in taking deep breaths.

Exhausted and spent, you managed to whisper, "Thanks, Mark." It's croaked and easy to miss if it wasn't for the proximity that you're both sharing.

"Always." His palm rests on your jawline and he softly turns your head, your ear now on his chest. Mark lands a quick peck on your now slightly upturned lips, "I love you."

"I love you more."

Sleeping is easier for him now that the other side of the mattress is occupied and that he can feel your warmth directly on his skin in a well-deserved resting position.

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clawsdevour · 2 months ago

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heyyy congrats !could I ask for lasagna, and go bowling? Thank you!

wasted speech

wc: 0.8k content warning: post-timeskip, reader is drunk, fluff, confession, tsukishima x f!reader, not proofread

-> lasagna : tsukishima kei -> go bowling : scenario where reader cant get over their ex and chara takes them to the club to take reader's mind off their ex (one sided trope!) ⏝ ི 𝄞 ྀ . * a/n: was kinda hard to plot this out but hopefully it isn't the worst thing you've read...

. ♪⃝ ✳︎ . 𓏸

“I just can’t get over him,” you told your best friend over the phone in congested sniffles.

Hearing a sigh on the otherend was all he needed to tell you that he’s not the best with words and comforting others, especially on the phone. The silence put on speaker was enough to remind you of your ex once more.

“Look.. how about we go out so you can forget about him. You’ve been cooped up in your house crying over him for days, you need to remember to enjoy life” Tsukishima groans out, trying his best to uplift your emotions that have been the same for days.

Processing his logical approach to consolidate you, you can’t help but feel ashamed now that you think about. You’ve been sobbing over a bum ass ex for days! You need to get out there and become a new person.

“O-okay.. Are you gonna pick me up?” wiping the tears off your warm red cheeks.

“Yeah, how about in twenty?” responding with a nod before hanging up the phone to get ready.

Getting up from your comfortable bed with a loud but suppressed groan, body almost limp from all the crying as you stood on two feet. Staring back at your multicolored closet, you chose whatever caught your eye first. That was.. Until you changed your mind and started rummaging for the perfect dress.

The skin tight black dress that showed just enough cleavage that could drive a man wild, was the one and only dress that made you feel confident that night. Sucking your curves in with it’s compact fabric that snatched your waist, even making you gasp when you looked at yourself in the mirror.

‘Okay.. thirteen minutes left ‘till Tsukki picks me up,’ you thought to yourself as you pondered what to do next to look absolutely stunning the moment you walk out your house. That’s right, makeup. You’ve been crying your eyes out for days on end, making you feel like the most disheveled person in the world.

Just a tad of makeup is gonna elevate your confidence and even your appearance. Quickly trying to compact all the steps into your look before you hear your door bell ring and echo down the hallway, you threw your shoes on and took your purse with you.

“Tsukki! Sorry you had to wait a bit..” opening the door almost out of breath as you were still getting that one heel on.

“Eh- you’re fine.. Are you ready to go?” looking down at your frantic complexion as you made sure you had everything you needed. Eyes mainly goggling at your gorgeous appearance you managed to throw together in twenty minutes.

“Yeah, well at least I think so” letting out a little laugh as you lead him out of the doorway to lock the front of your house.

At the club, you felt so overstimulated as you haven’t gone clubbing in a while. You knew you were gonna be okay as long as you had Tsukishima at your side.

“I don’t know if I can do this..” you yelled into Tsukishima’s ear with a worried expression displayed on your face. The overwhelming music and disco lights are making you feel compelled to turn back and leave.

Tsukishima’s unable to hear what you’ve got to say, but that look on your face sparks his concern as he takes your wrist to drag you to the corner where the music was less loud. Sitting down on the cold stool, the gloominess washes upon your face as you lose all confidence. Ordering a drink of his own and your favorite to sip on before turning his head to you.

“What did you say earlier?” raising his voice over the music.

“I don’t think I can do this!” yelling back, eyes averting at the refreshing usual placed in front of you while you stirred the contents around with the little stick provided before shoving it all back with one big gulp.

“Another one please,” sliding the bottom of the glass over to the bartender.

At this point, Tsukishima’s trying to talk you out of drinking even more contents of alcohol as you kept ordering more on his tab. You just wanted to block yourself from thinking about your ex, the atmosphere just wasn’t helping as you thought it would.

Just when you were about to swipe the drink from the table, Tsukishima reaches for it first. Making a disgusted face at him in a daze, he’s completely changed the expression on his face seeing become so intoxicated from the alcohol.

“You need to stop. It breaks me everytime I see you talk about him..” eyebrows furrowed laced with glossy eyes.

“He’s not the one and we both know it.. Let’s just say, I care. Deep down I.. I like you okay. Now let’s just get you home, you’re completely wasted” standing up from his seat, tense from the words he just said.

Grabbing you by your arm to help you stand up, still slumpt into your stool as his speech processed through your mind.

“Wait– what did you just say!?”

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all4yoi · 6 months ago

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𝒯rust 𝒩o 𝒪ne (teaser)

𝑒nhypen x fem!reader ⚹ cw. mentions of blood and murder, swearing, violence and more to be added on the final work

wherein you wake up in a house in the middle of nowhere after 8 siblings take you in after running away from your murderer. you should've felt thankful, but why did one of them leave a note saying to not trust anyone? 'especially' their siblings.

teaser word count : 1.0k , release date : tba 😞🙏

taglist open!

Run. You've been running for what felt like hours already. The throbbing pain on your lower back was unbearable but you pushed forward, God you don't even know where you were going at this point. Despite the chilliness the night carried, you still felt the sweat forming on your forehead and dripping down your back. Your feet are throbbing, legs are shaking, and your eyesight is starting to get even more blurry.

Someone help me.

Next thing you knew, you were falling on the ground, head hitting a boulder before blacking out.

Soft humming and cabinets shutting were the ones to wake you from your slumber, despite that, you kept your eyes closed. The soft pillow and sheets you were laying on was alarming to you. You blacked out in the middle of nowhere, not in a cozy room.

Why am I here? Who brought me here? Who am I with?

Peeking with one eye, you were startled when you saw a female looking down at you with her doe eyes.

"Oh good! You're awake, thank heavens." she happily exclaimed before standing up straight. You took this as an opportunity to examine her from head to toe. She had long luscious black hair, dark eyes and pale skin. She was adorned in an old yellow farm dress, a straw hat with white ribbon was resting on her back and she held what looked like a laundry basket by her hips.

Attempting to sit up, you halted when a throbbing pain shot through your head and lower back. Right, you were almost murdered.

"Careful now!" the unnamed girl exclaimed, holding her hand up to stop you. "You're still severely injured, my brothers haven't got home yet.. I'd treat your wounds but.." she looked around and shrugged. "I'm a bit nervous since your wounds are really deep.. like it's been done to kill."

Because I was about to get killed. Was what you wanted to say, nevertheless, you nodded instead and fell back on the bed, wincing slightly at the impact on your back.

"Don't worry, the bleeding has stopped and I've bandaged you up. You should rest more, they'll be back before the sun sets." She smiles before closing the bedroom door and by the time you heard the click, you unwillingly fell into another deep slumber.

With furrowed brows, the boy examined the wounds before exhaling. He pondered deeply the possible scenarios and situations you could be into to end up with four stab wounds on your lower back.

He was restless, not because of your critical condition. No, definitely not that. He could care less about you, in fact, he wouldn't even treat you if it weren't for his sister's constant nagging on treating you. He was restless, because if his sister was the one to find you in the woods, it meant that your "murderer" could be close to their home.

They've been living in the woods for almost all their lives, they've never encountered anything like this. If they were to find something dead on the woods, it's either a deer, bunny, or birds. Not a girl who's on her early 20s. It was alarming for him.

Though he felt a bit of pity for you. How did you even end up in the woods? He could tell from your outfit that you were someone who definitely lives in the city.

A knock on the door brought him back from his thoughts. Turning around to look, he made contact with his older brother's eyes. "Are you done? Chloe just finished with dinner. Come eat."

He nodded, pulling your tshirt down as he stood up and left the room. Not sparing a single glance on your direction.

You were back in the woods. Running from him again. You could feel the tears forming on your tear ducts and a lump forming on your throat. The sound of his footsteps only made you go faster. The pain on your lower back was starting to become unbearable, and before you could trip and fall..

You woke up abruptly, chest heaving up and down violently as a tear fell down your right eye. Taking the time to look around the unfamiliar room, you spotted an untouched soup on the bedside table.

Throwing the blanket off your legs, you quietly got off the bed with a pained grunt. The bandage around your body was comforting and the pain was more bearable now. You could hear faint murmurs outside and dishes clattering.

Her brothers are probably home now. Your hand hovered over the old door knob hesitatingly, you could hear your heart beating faster. When you were about to turn the knob, a loud voice from outside stopped you.

"We don't even know a thing about her! As far as we're concerned, she's dangerous." A stern voice exclaimed followed by a loud thud.

"She's in danger! If you kick her out now there's a hundred percent chance she'll be dead before the sun fully sets," this time, the same soft voice of the girl you've met a while ago spoke, "and can you lower down your voice?"

You blinked as panic starts to overcome your system. Right, you were still in the middle of nowhere with people you didn't know. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you looked around the room, the bed was unkept, obviously, the soup on the bedside table still untouched, the single window is closed but you could feel the breeze from outside entering through.

Everything is made with wood, it's a cabin.

"Okay, calm down. No one's kicking anybody-"

"Heeseung-!"

"Chloe has a point Jay, you do too, but if we kick her out.. might as well kill her here in her sleep instead of letting her go and make her play cat and mice with an unknown person for who knows how long." you furrowed your brows with his choice of words, but he was correct in some way, you'd rather die in your sleep than get kicked out back in the woods and get stabbed to death.

Exhaling a heavy sigh, you took notice of a folded paper peeking from your pillow. Quietly, you approached the bed lightly to avoid the attention of the siblings outside, sitting down on the bed, you took the paper and opened it.

As quickly as you opened it, the paper was immediately crumbled in your palm as your breathing grew heavy overtime. Your eye caught the way the door knob turned, alerting you that someone was coming. You threw the paper under the bed before the door finally opened.

"You're awake!" You didn't have it in your system to smile back as the words in the paper was still repeating like a mantra in your head.

'Trust no one, Y/N. Especially not my siblings.' You don't remember telling anyone your name.

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