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istandonsnowpiles · 29 days
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Good luck, Michael
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grahammmzcrackerrz · 3 months
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Need to suck the soul out of him and hold him super close after and tell him how great he is before he decides it’s my turn to be ruined :33
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savannahsdeath · 5 months
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Ellie and reader having sex, but Ellie starts to talk dirty and reader gets embarrassed so she hides her face in ellies neck. But Ellie teases and tells her not to hide bc she's so pretty. (Imagining this w/ strap in missionary position if u could do that'd be wonderful😍)
shes so awhzjxbag ok i cant . also i got really carried away but uhh hushh warnings: just strap on smut, everything said in the ask;)))
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: ̗̀➛ "you hear that?" ellie asked, smiling proudly as she looked down at you. you closed your eyes and tried to focus on whatever she meant, but the only sound entering your used, tired brain was your own moans. you strained your hearing and slowly drifted off to more distant things, like the strap pumping in and out of your desperate cunt, messily and noisily. "such a mess..." ellie chuckled, listening to the sloppy act. "but it's not my fault you're so wet for me."
: ̗̀➛ you gulped, losing a hold of your concentration. your foggy mind couldn't think of an answer - did you do something wrong? should you apologise? or was it some kind of a praise? "els—" you started, but the long s turned into a melodious moan.
: ̗̀➛ "speak up, sweetie." ellie whispered, leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead. you used the moment of closeness to hold the back of her neck, not letting her pull away. she cocked her head to the side, your gaping lips brushing her earlobe as another whine escaped your throat. you quickly pursed your lips, letting yourself make only muffled sounds. but you didn't last long, as every thrust and every inaudible whimper seemed to forcefully open your mouth from the inside. "don't hold back, i want to hear you." ellie reassured, but much to your surprise she didn't wait with her ear next to your face to hear your response. she tilted her head to face you, making you feel her piercing, but not judgemental, gaze.
: ̗̀➛ you honored her with another moan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, to the point your eyelids uncontrollably closed. "mh— fuck." you groaned, your fists clenching around the bed sheets as your chest raised in a deep breath.
: ̗̀➛ "i can make you feel way better." ellie bit her bottom lip, holding back a proud smile. "i can make you be way louder. do you want that?" you huffed, way too dumb to speak up. she could as well start talking about the weather now, and you wouldn't have any idea how hilarious it is. "tell me, doll."
: ̗̀➛ you swallowed up another pornographic sound which wanted to sneak out of your throat. ellie's questions were usually easy to answer, so you thought a simple, weak "yes" will satisfy her.
: ̗̀➛ yet, her only response was an amused "yes... what?" as she brushed your messy hair out of your face.
: ̗̀➛ your face flushed, almost burnt with heat. your hands tightened their grip, bringing her closer, making your face find a spot to hide in - the crook of her neck. "i—" your lips parted again, brushing against her skin. she let out a sound similiar to your whine, as if to mock you, yet there was a loving undertone to it. "want you to make me feel good, els." you quickly murmured, finding a one second break.
: ̗̀➛ "well, i want to see your pretty face as i do." she whispered in a gentle tone, but didn't move away. "you have no idea how beautiful you look under me, with half lidded and watery eyes." she continued and your body slowly got rid of the previous tension, your grip on her also relaxing. she finally withdrew, glaring down at you. "just don't move and look pretty for me, yeah?"
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sooniebby · 6 days
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Thinking…. (Bottom male reader). Feminization is the main kink. Lemme know if I should expand this into a full fic!
Playboy reader who’s known for sleeping with everyone and their mama (literally). You have a girlfriend or boyfriend every two weeks, dropping them like flies when you get bored.
But you end up finding your new target for the week, the student council president. Much to your shock, you didn’t have to ware him down at all. You asked him out once and he said yes.
So you’re excited. You mostly get girlfriends and while they’re cool, boyfriends are your favorite! They always act so shy when you ride them for the first time. The more inexperienced, the more fun.
So imagine your shock when you’re over at your new “boyfriend’s” house and he has you dressed in a girly dress with knee high socks. At first, you just push past it… you don’t judge…
Until when you try to take over after foreplay, doing your usually riding when he doesn’t even react…? You’re about damn near pissed off, your legs are aching, you’re embarrassed about this damn outfit.
Doesn’t help he starts fucking yawning?!?!
It’s not until you straight up tell him, “what the hell man?! If I’m boring you so damn much, then you take over!”
Though it hurts your pride to not be the dominate player. He took your words to heart because suddenly your pressed against his wall, balancing on one leg while he holds the other up and slams his cock deep into your slicked hole.
He’s harsh and unpredictable. Even after you cum, your body heaving, you notice he’s not even close to tired.
You find yourself ass up and face pressed against the bed as he takes you like a bitch. Your riding was nothing compared to this. His large hands grip your ass before a smack is delivered to it, causing you to squeal in shock.
“You’re so cute, (Name)-Chan…Make that sound again…”
Chan?! You don’t even get to ask what’s with all this feminization when he’s fucking you like a slut in heat. It takes longer than you thought possible for him to finally reach his first orgasm of the night (your fourth).
You’re collapsed against the bed, struggling to breathe when he manhandled you onto your back, legs pushed to your chest. He grins at you, his glasses foggy as he leans down.
“You’re going to enjoy being my slut, (Name)-Chan. I’ve been waiting to make you mine. I’m going to ruin you so bad you’ll only want my cock in this tight cunt of yours.”
huh…. Guess you were no longer the playboy of your school anymore.
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yandere-daydreams · 20 days
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tw - dub/con, afab!reader, cockwarming, medical malpractice, nonconsensual drug use, manipulation, unbalanced power dynamics, and obsessive behavior.
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“It really is a shame to lose such a lovely patient.
His hand drifted from your thigh to your hip, rocking you back as you tried to squirm away from him. He was too deep, too big, and you’d been sitting on his cock for too long. Whenever you tried to shift your weight, though, the arm wrapped around your waist would tighten its hold and drag you back into place, leaving your ass slotted against his hips and your cunt struggling to clench around his base. You didn’t know how long he’d kept you like this, but it must’ve been longer than an hour, if not two, three, four. Despite your foggy senses, you could feel slick dripping down your thighs, an empty void in the pit of your stomach where pleasure should’ve been. You could remember hearing that Harper was a good doctor, but that couldn’t be right. Doctors weren’t supposed to make you feel so bad.
“I mean, I know it should be a doctor’s goal to see their patients off as happy and as healthy as can be, but—” He paused, sighed, and you could picture him rolling his eyes, feigning wistfulness as he let out an airy chuckle. “Good, obedient patients can be so rare, especially in a town like this. I’m allowed to mourn the loss of my best charge yet, aren’t I?”
You felt him twitch inside of you, and in search of a distraction, your gaze fell to the collection of papers fanned out over the desk in front of you. You knew you were supposed to be reading them, but the text seemed so impossibly small, and your last round of medication was still clouding your senses, making it hard to focus on much of anything beyond the throbbing in your core, the feeling of his cock stretching you open despite your body’s best attempts to force him out. You could recognize the phrases, signal out words like ‘unfit’ and ‘dependent’ mixed in with the rest of the benign text, but when you tried to put it all together, none of it made sense. It was all you could do to check the boxes Harper pointed to, sign your name on any dotted lines that hadn’t already been filled by his. You could only hope that, when you finished, he’d let you stand up, get off of him, go back to your cozy room with its nice, soft padded walls. You couldn’t imagine having to sleep in his office, again.
“And you’ve been so cooperative, too,” he went on, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder. You felt his lips against the shell of your ear, then your cheek. “Always taking your medication, always following your treatment plans, always coming to our little sessions with an open-mind – the pinnacle of an ideal patient. Honestly, sometimes I think I could tell you to stick your hand in a vat of boiling water, and you’d do it with a smile on your face. All for the sake of your recovery, of course.”
It was him moving, this time – shifting forward until your stomach was pressed against the blunt edge of his desk and he was all-but draped over you, his body pressed flush against yours. You let out a pitchy whine by way of protest, but Harper didn’t seem to notice, only humming as his hand found yours. “Almost done, little mouse. Just one more page.” He was practically cooing as he took you by the wrist, guiding your hand to the bottom of the final page. Two thick, cutting lines occupied most of the available space, his neat signature taking up the first. He brought you to the second, almost daunting in its vacancy, his index finger tapping against the back of your hand. “You remember your name, right? Can you write it for me?”
It was so hard to think, to stay awake, to try and remember a time where he hadn’t been planted so deeply inside of you. “If…” you started, only to trail off. You blinked once, then twice, and did your best to force your tongue to move. “If I do, can I go home?”
Usually, Harper hated it when you talked about the orphanage, about school, about home. You hadn’t meant to, you just wanted to go back to your room, and you moved to correct yourself, to promise that you didn’t want to be anywhere but this hospital, his hospital before he frowned and prescribed you another electrotherapy session, another dose of the small, white pills that left your thoughts blurred and your body hot. But, anything you might’ve been able to spit out died with a breathy laugh, a peck to the corner of your jaw. “Of course,” he purred, rocking his hips gently against yours. “Sign, and I’ll take you home tonight.”
For the first time in weeks, you felt yourself start to smile. Hastily, smudging the ink more than once, you scrawled your name across the brutal line, dropping the pen and going slack against Harper as soon as you were finished. There was another open-mouthed kiss to your throat, then the dip of your shoulder, and he dragged you back onto his lap with a playful squeeze to your thigh, a grin pressed into the crook of your neck. You squirmed unabashedly, now, your hands  graspingly weakly at the arms of his chair in hopes of pulling yourself to your feet, but Harper held you tight. “Where do you think you’re going, little mouse?”
“I need to— You said I could go—”
“Just give me another minute, darling.”
His cock pulsed against the walls of your cunt, and you felt something break open inside of you.
“I want to appreciate this moment before we get you to proper, brand-new home.”
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animusrox · 1 month
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cloudystevie · 2 months
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pavlov's dog
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pairing || mob boss!bucky barnes x f!reader
word count || 1812
summary || he kept you waiting and it's his honour to make it up to you.
warnings || smut! loosely depicted mafia business, daddy kink, oral fem receiving, pet names, begging, mild degradation, dacryphilia, pussy slaps, cmnf, subspace, dom!bucky
author's note || 18+ ONLY. hi. i haven't written for more than a year and a half. ive been feeling some type of way about bucky and maybe getting back to writing mindless porn is what i needed to get my creative fulfillment ive been severely lacking. please don't mind the potentially choppy smut as i haven't written in a long while. feel free to reblog and leave comments!!
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8:53.
8:53 PM, and you were still waiting for Bucky to finish his meeting. A recent competitor was threatening Bucky’s monopoly in New York, apparently, something to do with some guy who owned a publishing company inherited by his grandpa, who was looking to buy one Bucky already owned.
Whatever. You weren’t really listening when Bucky was talking about it over the phone because you were too busy keeping his cock warm.
You watch the digital clock flash another minute, and finally, your phone dings with an activity notification at the front door. Before you can try to be chill about it, you all but run to the door to greet your man, practically jumping on the balls of your feet with excitement. The door swings open, and you barely glimpse Bucky's tired and frustrated expression before it morphs into a sweet smile reserved for you, making his eyes crinkle at the corners and shine. 
Running into his arms, you koala hug him as you nuzzle your nose into his neck. He expertly toes his shoes off while showering you with the same attention. “Were you waiting by the door for me the whole time, baby?” He asks with a smile.
Nodding your head yes and widening your eyes while twisting your lips into a pout, you decide to play the sweet, patient girlfriend who Bucky knows you really aren’t. “You kept me waiting for 4 whole hours, Jamie, 4 hours. I stood right by this door and didn’t take a single break until you came home.” 
A hearty laugh escapes his lips at that, and you can feel the tension from his shoulders leaving as you gently rub them while still managing to cling onto him as he maneuvers you two to your bedroom. Unfortunately, both of you are well aware that patience is a virtue that you very simply do not possess.
“My poor, incredibly patient and honest baby. How rude of me to keep you waiting like this, huh?” He keeps his voice low, both in pitch and volume. It sends a tangible shiver down your spine as he sets you down on the bed. You bite your bottom lip, subconsciously spreading your legs, unable to hide your reactions from him.
Bucky loves how responsive you are to him.
“So mean to me daddy.” You whisper, “need you to make it up to me.”
Bucky licks his lips and clenches his jaw because fuck he needed this, especially after being stuck at his office for nearly 4 extra hours while you were at home looking like this. So sweet and soft and submissive for him; all he needed was someone to control because his empire in New York was being tried.
But Bucky had it under control. He always did. This wasn’t the first time he had to deal with a newcomer who decided to get a little ballsy and try and take over some of his territory.
He always did fuck you more aggressively when work had more hiccups than usual.
“Yeah, honey baby? How do you want Daddy to make it up to you? Use your words.” Bucky’s tone kept dropping, getting deeper and deeper with each delicious word he spoke to your somehow already foggy brain.
Even while he was giving you some control, he managed to maintain dominance over you, and that just flared the heat pulsing between your thighs.
“Need you, daddy, want your mouth.” You whisper, heat spreading your cheeks as you voice what you want, but a surge of pride goes through Bucky. At the beginning of the relationship, you had really struggled with voicing what you wanted, whether it was something like telling him you didn’t feel like getting dolled up to eat at a luxury French restaurant and wanted some burgers instead or how you struggled to say to him you wanted him to take his shoes and coat off before he came inside your apartment and sat on your couch. He dealt with people who feared him every day, people who never corrected him or crossed him. It was made abundantly clear you are not one of those people; you need to tell him what to do and how to do it, and he will. Bucky would bring the moon and the stars to you if the thought ever crossed your mind.
Dropping to his knees will have to do for now, he thinks.
His large palms spread your thighs as your pliant body falls back, but you prop yourself up on your elbows to watch the show. Bucky smiles at you with hunger in his eyes as he licks his lips once again while gingerly sliding your pajama shorts down your legs. You inhale sharply as the cool air from the open balcony doors hits your core. Bucky can’t help the rumble emerging from his chest as takes in your already wet pussy, bringing his thumb up to flick your swollen clit and messily run the tip of his finger around your pussy.  “You were waiting for me without any panties on? You’re that fucking desperate for me, sweetheart? Ready to bend over for me as soon as I walk through the door?”
You whimper at his fingers and throw your head back, nodding it desperately fast. 
“Aww, don’t go quiet on me now,” Bucky teases, “you were being such a good girl telling me what you want. Don’t stop now, angel baby.”
You whine high in your throat as you tug on his hand that is still purposefully brushing over your clit, “Please, Daddy, just- just-” 
Before you can finish your plea, Bucky licks up your slit, expertly swirling his tongue around your clit as your thighs jolt around his head, and a surprised mewl leaves your lips. “Oh god, Daddy, need more, please more,” your hands reach out to grab onto whatever you can, one hand gripping Bucky’s hair, making him hiss and buck his own hips against his tight slacks while the other latches onto the silk bedsheets.
“Greedy girl,” Bucky hums against your pussy, but to your delight, he indulges you, slipping a thick finger into your pulsing hole. Still, before you have time to react to that, he’s wrapping his lips around your swollen clit for the first time tonight and sucks on it. Making your back arch up and your legs quake as you try to simultaneously push yourself away from him but pull him closer. A near-pornographic moan leaves your swollen lips as your chest heaves. You cry out his title as he slides another long finger inside you, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks on your poor little clit and soothes it with kitten licks every few seconds.
“Oh Daddy, you’re gonna- fuck, you’re gonna make me cum please, Daddy, please can I cum!” You babble, drool seeping from your lips as Bucky always manages to reduce you to a mindless, pathetic mess. It had never been easy for you to stop or slow down your orgasm, as Bucky always tended to barrel it out of you. Although you had noticed that the high that spread through your body when he permitted it was much more euphoric than the orgasms that slipped out of you.
Maybe it was something akin to Pavlov’s dog effect. Conditioning.
Bucky was aware of this fact as well. He knew your body, your mind, better than you did. 
A satisfied smirk works itself onto his lips, and he grumbles something against your sensitive cunt, enjoying the way you struggled to keep your body at bay. “I dunno, my stupid little baby, dunno if you’re desperate enough yet.” Bucky’s words vibrate against you and propel you towards your high even quicker. Your whines get more high-pitched and breathy as you struggle against your boyfriend’s relentless tongue. “I am Daddy, I am desperate. Always am for you, please, Daddy, make me cum.” You whine a bit petulantly as your orgasm is right there. But he’s dangling it above your head and forcing you to obey him. So, you try the guilt-tripping route.
Tears well in your eyes, and your lip quivers, “Please, Daddy, don’t you wanna make me cum? Don’t you wanna take care of me? Make me cum all over your tongue and make a mess? Please, Daddy, need you so bad!” You cry, tears slipping down your face, and Bucky grunts, closing his eyes as he tries not to cum in his pants at the sound of your breathy pitch and the sight of tears slipping down your face.
He pulls back and curves three fingers toward your special spot, and takes his other hand to slap at your swollen clit in quick succession, making you squeal. Arousal paints your thighs as he quickly switches back to overstimulate your poor button by sucking on it so hard that your orgasm squirts onto his bearded face, making him groan in appreciation as he mumbles something like: “That’s it, there’s my good girl making a fucking mess like Daddy taught you.” But you are too out of your mind to really process his words as you struggle to breathe down from your high, tears slipping down your face as you bask in the overwhelming feelings of such an intense orgasm. 
Bucky kisses up your thighs and stomach, easing his fingers out and tongue away slowly so you don’t go from overstimulated to zero all at once. He cups your face in his hands and kisses your cheeks as he shushes you, bringing you down from your high with soft words and coos that appeal to your clouded brain. You cup his much larger hands in yours, pouting your lips up for a kiss, and he chuckles before placing a soft kiss against your swollen lips. He can taste the salt from your tears, and it sends even more blood rushing straight to his dick as he ruts his hips against yours, making you pull your lips apart on a mewl. 
“Daddy, will you fuck me now?” You ask with a certain lilt to your voice. Bucky scoffs before pressing his lips to yours and rumbling against your lips, “You’re an insatiable little whore you know that?”��
Manhandling you to the top of the bed, he throws you against the pillows as unbuttons his slacks and pulls his hard cock out, pre-cum oozing from the swollen red tip as he looks like he could destroy you. “I’m your little whore daddy.” You tease, spreading your shaky legs apart, and he licks his lips.
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Bucky worked from home the next morning. Needing the extra time to make up for the late nights and the particularly strenuous activities that led into the early morning hours. 
As you sat on his lap, peacefully dozing in and out of sleep, he knew he had made the right choice that morning.
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multifariousqueer · 2 months
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Felix Catton with a virgin!reader
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A/n: Oml I can’t stop thinking about Felix brainrot 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫
Warnings: smut, after care, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it), PIV, idk I think that’s it.
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If you were a virgin when you first met, Felix wouldn’t pressure you into it but if you caved, he would make sure you were comfortable
You’d walk into a candle lit room and a bath with roses because he wants to make your first time as pleasurable as possible
Felix would be so patient with you oml 😵‍💫
He would be so gentle like omg. Especially because you’re so much smaller than him and he doesn’t want to hurt you
Felix makes sure to kiss you first and asks you if you’re sure
“We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, y/n” “I want to, I promise”
He smirks and pulls off your clothes painfully slow until you’re just in your underwear.
Smiles when he sees you’re already wet for him
“You’re so fucking pretty” he would say before kissing you through your panties
Eats you out and pays extra attention to your clit
Groans when you run your fingers through his hair. The vibrations nearly send you over the edge.
Just when you’re about to cum, he stops. When you whimper, he says:
“As much as I’d love to taste your pretty juices, I want to feel you squeeze around my cock”
That response alone made you want to give him children💀
Makes eye contact with you and picks up on any change of expression when he puts it in, he doesn’t want it to hurt
Feels bad when you yelp a bit and he stays in the same position while you adjust(he’s definitely groaning about how great you feel)
Bottoms out quickly
Holds eye contact as he thrusts into you, making sure that you’re enjoying it.
His thrusts are careful but hungry. He wants to experience you in your full capacity and make your experience as delicious as possible
Moans about how good you feel as his dick is in your stomach. When you moan because of how good he feels, he nearly goes over the edge.
Rubs your clit with his thumb while moaning about how perfect you are for him and how amazing you feel
You feel your stomach flutter and soon enough, you reach the edge.
“Fuck cum for me baby”
You happily obliged and his thrusts became sloppier as he approached his peak
Felix stilled as his cum filled you up, his eyes shutting as your chest rose and fell from your orgasm.
You stayed like that for a good few minutes, with Felix kissing your neck and face telling you how great you did
“You are amazing, d’you know that? Well you do know” all you could do was moan and mewl as you were still coming down and your mind was still foggy.
He got up and you mewled a sound of disagreement.
Felix came back with a cool towel and cleaned you up while asking about how you felt during it.
When you answered, he smiled and asked if it was special enough
When you nodded enthusiastically, he smiled and carried you to the bath which was filled with flowers.
“Such a good girl you are”
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sluttywoozi · 4 months
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Undone | kmg x fem!chubby!reader
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Mingyu's the CEO of his company, he can't be late. But, then again, maybe he can when his goddess of a girlfriend is tempting him like this.
Rating: M (18+) | WC: 2.3k | Genre: smut, romance
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Warnings: ceo!mingyu, masturbation, clit stim, oral f.rec., multiple orgasms, big dick!mingyu, shower sex, light choking, unprotected sex, creampie, mingyu is sooooo in love w u, cum eating, little sir kink at the end
Reader Notes: chubby, has breasts and a vagina, live in gf
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Mingyu watches as you wake slowly, your eyes blinking open to find dust floating through sunbeams and him half naked in front of you. He’s in the process of buttoning up his slacks, his biceps flexing with the movement and drawing your eye before your gaze inevitably lands on his toned chest and abdomen. You’re so busy staring that you don’t even notice he is too, his eyes caught on the way the sheets drape over your lush, naked body.
The white of the fabric makes your skin glow, and it’s thin enough he can trace every roll and curve and hill, the thickness, the sturdiness of you intoxicating to him as always. He doesn’t need to be gentle with you, but he usually is anyway, doesn’t like touching you with anything but love and tenderness (unless, of course, you ask for something different, or draw it out of him on your own).
His devotion to you is staggering at times, sheer adoration making his heart swell in his rib cage when he so much as thinks of you. And when he’s near you? All of his thoughts are consumed with how you’re feeling: if you’re happy, if you’re in need or want, if you’re in love. He does his best to make sure you’re happy at all times, that you don’t need or want for anything, and with just one look into your eyes, he knows that you’re just as gone for him as he is for you.
It’s the most secure and fulfilled he’s ever felt in a relationship, and everything is made better by the fact that you’re a fucking goddess.
A goddess who’s only just noticed his staring.
You smile up at him shyly, clutching the sheets to your full breasts with one hand and reaching the other out to him. He takes it, pulls it to his lips to press an affectionate kiss on the back before giving it a squeeze and releasing it before you can pull him into your orbit. He needs to finish getting ready for work, he may be the CEO but that doesn’t mean he can be late (technically, it does, but Mingyu knows that if he lets himself get caught up in you, he won’t go to work at all).
He grabs his undershirt from the end of the bed and leans down to give you a soft, slow kiss as he pulls it on, his fingers going clumsy when you nip his bottom lip.
Work, work, work, he chants in his head, nearly cursing when he feels your tongue swipe over the stinging spot. He does swear as he pulls away, his pout mirroring yours and his feet carrying him toward the en suite so he doesn’t climb right back into bed with you.
He moves through the rest of his routine quickly, humming to himself and trying to fix his messy, cropped hair with some pomade and prayer. He let it get so long before this last haircut, and the shortness is taking some getting used to. You’ve told him you love it though, so he loves it too.
He’s brushing his teeth when you enter the bathroom, clad in just your panties with your tits on full display. His cock twitches in his slacks and he groans around the toothbrush, his hands going to brace himself on the counter as he hangs his head to escape the sight of you. He waits until he hears the shower start up to spit and rinse, inspecting his teeth in the mirror and doing his absolute best to ignore the sight of your silhouette through the foggy shower door.
He leaves to get a button down and a tie, pausing in the middle of the bedroom to put it on and do a double Windsor, and just as he’s tightening it, he hears a sharp gasp over the patter of the shower water hitting the marble.
His eyes clench shut and he fights the urge to sink to his knees, his restraint nearly spent, as he realizes that you’re fucking touching yourself. You’re touching yourself, and he has to go to work, but how can he leave when he knows that you get to feel that perfect cunt and he doesn’t?
So with trembling fingers he undoes the knot, flinging the tie on the bed before ripping his button down and undershirt off. He unbuttons his slacks as he walks, letting them fall and stepping out of them (and just barely tripping on one pant leg). He yanks the shower door open and climbs in still wearing his gray boxer briefs, his hard cock pulling the fabric taut as it darkens with precum and drops of water.
You’re leaning against the wall with your head tilted back and your eyes gently shut but they fly open when he enters the shower, your gaze finding his as your expression of pleasure becomes one of shock.
“What, baby? Did you really think I’d go, knowing what you’re doing?” He crowds into you, his throbbing dick pressing against your soft belly, trapping your hand between his body and yours.
“Yes?” You sound unsure, as if you really did expect that.
“Wait, you weren’t trying to get me to stay?” He’s confused, why have you been so fucking alluring if you weren’t trying to seduce him into not going to the office?
“I mean, of course I want you to stay, but I was actually trying to let you go for once,” you shrug, and he can hear it in your voice that it’s the truth.
“Why were you naked when you came into the bathroom, then?”
“Because your natural reaction to me taking my shirt off is pinning me against a wall, I figured not putting on one might be better.”
Hm. Mingyu supposes that’s fair.
“Well, do you want me to go?” He asks almost rhetorically, knowing you’ll say-
“No! Stay, Gyu,” you throw your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss, one he returns without thought. Kissing you, loving you, is as easy as falling asleep in a sunbeam.
Even easier is slipping his hand between your thighs and feeling at the arousal that’s gathered. You’re wet and messy all over, your clit hard and swollen under the pad of his finger as he rubs tight, fast circles, aiming to make you cum before you can even take another breath.
He groans into your mouth, cups one of your breasts with his free hand, and presses harder, swallowing your sounds as you shudder in bliss against him. He breaks away and drops to his knees when your noises start to die down, pulling one thick thigh onto his shoulder and burying his face in the oasis of your pussy.
Your taste coats his tongue, every thought in his head drifting away as he pushes it inside of you, feeling your inner muscles fluttering around it and groaning at the sensation. The vibrations make you whimper and he shoves his nose into your clit, desperate to hear that sound again, to make you make that sound again.
His hands sink into your plush ass and pull you onto him, encouraging you to roll your hips and ride his face, his fingers dimpling your skin and spreading you open so he can get his tongue even deeper. He feels drunk with it, his pulse in his cock as it leaks into his underwear and his heart in his throat as he pushes you higher and higher.
He just wants you to cum, needs to feel it, taste it, own it, needs to know that he’s making you feel good. Tears burn in his eyes when you break, his lungs aching with a lack of air, but he used to be a swimmer, so he can handle a little breath holding and some watery eyes if it means he gets to feel you gush into his mouth.
And you do gush, oh, you get so wet it drips down his chin, so wet it paints his taste buds, so wet it makes his stinging eyes roll back in his head as he feels his cock jerk with a dry orgasm. He can’t stop moaning into you, your pleasure so relentless it’s become his own, heat spooling in his stomach as his balls fill and tighten.
He stands swiftly, his knees only slightly shaky, and shucks his now soaked boxers before taking his dick in his hand and guiding it between your legs. He wants to give you some time to come down so he doesn’t slide in yet, just drags his cockhead through your folds and nudges it against your clit until your hands delve into his hair and pull.
“Mingyu-” He’s inside you before you can begin your threat, sinking home in one easy thrust and groaning loudly into the steamy air as he settles into heaven. That's how you feel, like euphoria embodied, like every wish and every dream encapsulated in one person. His person.
“Fuck, I love you,” he sighs into your mouth, swallowing your words when you repeat them back and thanking you with a deep roll of his hips. His cock is thick, long, and just a little bit curved, just enough that he can tap your g-spot if he angles his hips right, and once he gets one of your legs up around his waist, it’s perfect.
You open up for him even more, your cunt still stretched enough from last night that he glides in and out of you with ease, though your walls hug him like a vise with every hit to your g-spot. One of his hands grips at the fat of your thigh and the other comes up to cup your throat, pressing you into the heated shower wall.
His big hand is gentle on your neck as he squeezes, your pulse thundering under his touch as your eyelashes flutter. He doesn’t hold tight for long, just until he knows you’re dizzy with a lack of air (and with a lot of dick), letting go when he feels your lungs try to expand against his chest.
His hand leaves your neck to palm your breast, his fingers plucking and rolling your nipple as you gasp and whine and arch into him. He fucks you like that, with one hand on your luscious breast and the other on your supple thigh, until the shower is so steamy he can barely breathe, until tears are mixing with the falling water, until you cry out for him.
“Mingyu, I want you to cum in me so bad,” you breathe, clenching him tight with your perfect pussy and pulling his hair, knowing it’ll make him come undone. He has no choice but to obey, his heavy balls drawing up and his cock getting even harder inside you as his mind goes blank and he fills you with hot, white cum.
He doesn’t know how long it goes on or what he says, all he knows is that when it’s over, his throat is hoarse and your skin is hot against his like you’re blushing. Most likely things about how he’ll never want anyone but you, how your body is the only one that will ever take him again, how he’ll get lost in your eden day after day after day, for as long as you’re willing to have him.
So, a marriage proposal, basically.
He doesn’t think you’re opposed, considering the fact that you’re shivering and cumming around his still-hard cock, the undulations of your walls pulling the last bit of ecstasy from him. You keep your arms wrapped around his neck as he melts into you, his whole body curling around yours as he drags his hands away from your breast and thigh to wrap you up in a hug.
Your leg stays locked around him for as long as you can hold it up, and when you get tired and let it fall, he simply gathers you closer to him, holding you up so you can relax your legs and relax into him. He presses his lips along your neck and jaw, making his way to your mouth to capture you in a deep, slow kiss as his softening cock slips out of you.
The shower still hasn’t run cold and Mingyu thanks himself for springing for his own water heater when he remodeled this penthouse. It means there’s enough time for both of you to bathe and make out a little more, and for him to eat his own cum out of your pussy before rinsing you clean with gentle hands.
You’re dozing against him when he shuts the shower off and opens the door, steam escaping and filling the bathroom, making him pout when the mirror fogs up and he can no longer see your nude form in the reflection.
He wraps you up in a towel and attempts to wrap your hair up in your microfiber towel too, though he must be doing it wrong because you wake up enough to do it yourself, pushing his hands away and bending over to twist your hair in the towel. He’s fucking insatiable, apparently, because all he can think about is sliding into you and fucking you again, holding you just like that.
“Don’t you have to get to work?” You ask when he makes no move to dry himself off or leave the bathroom, instead sidling up behind you and grasping your hips.
“I’m the CEO, I can miss one day,” he murmurs as he presses his hand to your back, keeping you bent over.
“Whatever you say, sir.”
Oh fuck, he’s dead.
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nestaswinecabinet · 1 month
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Dream Girl Evil - Eris Vanserra x Archeron!Reader
warnings: language, dumbshits who don't know their own feelings A/N: loosely based off florence and the machine's song dream girl evil i really hope y'all like it. this will be part one mini series. hopefully will get the resolution of this posted soon :)
Part One - Part Two - Part Three (Upcoming)
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Nesta watched her twin on the balcony of the House of Wind with a curious gaze. There was something about how you held yourself tonight that made Nesta think there was something wrong with you. You usually loved being the life of the party, much to Nesta and your other two sisters’ dismay, and drew people towards you like a beacon on a foggy night. But lately, the shine your presence usually brought to parties had dimmed to be barely distinguishable from the faelight in the room. 
You absentmindedly picked at your nails while leaning against the railing of the balcony, wistfully contemplating your existence, Nesta guessed. You were deep like that. Always contemplating the ramifications of actions, whether they be your own or the ones of others. Nesta was about to step towards you when Cassian wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her into the conversation he was having with whomever it was. She glanced back at you before moving her attention to the man talking to her mate. 
And you felt it. Thank the Cauldron for that little gift, you mused to yourself sardonically. While Rhys and Feyre may be able to read the thoughts of everyone in the room dumb enough to not put up mental shields, you were able to feel the intentions of people. You could feel gazes on you, not because you were paranoid, but because your powers picked up on their intention to try and figure you out. You could feel Nesta physically pull her attention away from you and direct it to someone else. You wondered what was worse – hearing every thought in the room, or knowing people’s intentions without any context. 
Almost as soon as Nesta’s attention moved from you, you felt another gaze slink from the bottom of your spine to your neck and draw closer to you. You could almost hear the smirk that followed those polished footsteps. 
“All alone, princess?” Eris asked condescendingly. You barely looked over your left shoulder to see him from the corner of your eye take the place next to you. 
“By design, asshole,” you quipped back. Eris chuckled at your response. You had known him, for what? 20 years now? Mother, how long had it been since the war with Hybern? However long it has been, you don’t think you’ve ever called him by his first name. You usually spit his last name at him when he deigned to show his face in Velaris. And if it wasn’t his last name, it was usually a sarcastic “High Lord” following the timely death of his father, Beron, or some other mockery. 
“Asshole? Ouch, you wound me, princess,” Eris said, putting a hand to his chest. 
“Good, that was the goal,” you smirked at him. Eris leaned his arms against the balcony in the same manner you did and took a half step closer to you. 
“Are you going to ignore me all night?” he whispered. 
“Well, did you miss me?” 
“What do you think?”
“I don’t know what to think. It feels like you came all this way just to kiss me two nights ago and then discard me into the Sidra today. Normally, Rhys has to pull the two of us away from killing each other, but this time ‘round, you could barely stay within three feet of me before running in the opposite direction.” 
“Princess,” Eris says, almost exasperatedly. “You have to understand, these trips to the Night Court, to Velaris, as much as I would love for them to be just to visit you, they are work trips. I am here to negotiate with Rhys and Feyre. Every. Single. Time,” he grits out. You chuckle more to yourself than anything and look away from him. 
“Go ahead, Eris. Just do it,” you spit. The first time you say his name and it’s like this? He almost takes a step back in surprise. 
“Princess?”
“Don’t call me that,’ you breathed. “Just deliver the bad news, Eris. You talk about me being the only one to warm your bed, yet I hear the rumors all the way from the Autumn Court of your exploits. The first time you come here after the news breaks you are looking for a suitable bride, you can barely acknowledge my presence. You call me your ‘Dream Girl’ in private, yet the second you see me in public, you can barely contain your demeaning comments about the ‘Wicked’ Archeron sister. What was it last week that made me so foul to your ilk? I think it was my lack of smiling, hmm?,” you turn your whole body towards him. “So what am I, Eris? Your Dream Girl, or Evil? Cause I can’t be both.” 
“That’s not fair and you know it,” he grits. You scoff and turn so that you’re facing the party and lean against the balcony. Eris is still positioned facing the city and only half his face to those looking at you from inside the festivities. The one thing you hated, and loved, most about the gifts the Cauldron gave you, was not only could you feel the intentions of others, but you could pull their attention to you as well. You wanted Nesta or Feyre or anyone to look at you and give you a reason to leave your conversation with Eris. And thank the Mother that Nesta glanced at you, pulled by your invisible beacon, and gave you a questioning look that could be taken as her asking you to join her circle. You breathed in relief before turning back to Eris. 
“If you would excuse me, High Lord,” you curtsied to him and Eris rolled his eyes. “My sister beckons.”
Eris reached out and grabbed your arm pulling you back towards him, “Do you seriously want to do this?” 
“Do what, High Lord? I am nothing but the Wicked Archeron Sister, going to take her place as the Court’s outcast. Since no one will speak to me unless I am accompanied by other members of the Inner Circle, I might as well join conversations I am invited to by my sisters rather than sit here and be insulted by your attention.” You ripped your arm from his grip and made your way to Nesta. She couldn’t help but throw a look at Eris after watching the whole exchange happen. Eris couldn’t meet Lady Death’s eyes though, afraid of what might happen after so publicly insulting her sister. 
“Are you alright?” Nesta asked at your approach. 
“Yes, my darling,” you smiled and cupped her cheek. The Silver Flames that burned in Nesta’s eyes saw your lies and the tears that threatened to spill. “Only frustrated that we have to continue to entertain his kind during these events.”
“His kind?” Nesta questioned. 
“Yes, the despicable kind.” You knew that Eris could hear you. Your mate could hear you call him despicable. But it was the only thing that lessened the hurt you felt from being rejected by your mate so many times since the bond had snapped for you. 
— 
You felt the bond snap on a cold Autumn day. The Inner Circle had decided to make the trip to Lucien’s birth court for the Autumn Equinox. It was after dinner and dancing had started in the main ballroom. It had been maybe a year since Eris had taken over after his father’s death. And while no major improvements could be boasted, the Autumn Court members seemed less sad, or angry, or fearful maybe, than they had during Beron’s reign. 
The bond snapped the second your eyes met his during the presentation of the Night Court at the beginning of the ball. The Inner Circle was nothing if not methodical in how they presented themselves. First Lucien, Azriel, and Cassian, then Mor and Amren, next the High Lady’s three sisters, all before Rhys and Feyre made their entrance ensconced in shadows, like Night Triumphant. Nesta was in the middle of your little trio, the most powerful of the three of you, and the oldest, placed strategically to encapsulate her rank above you and Elain. And gladly, you let her steal the spotlight. While Elain may be quiet due to her natural shyness and overall demeanor, you were quiet because you had absolutely no patience for the games of the High Fae. 
It was why people started calling you the “Wicked Archeron Sister.” You had no sympathy for their so-called problems and let them know your opinions. Your temper regarding court politics made you an amazing asset to the Court of Dreamers in their ongoing negotiating with the Court of Nightmares. You didn’t pull your punches, both physical and verbal. Much to the chagrin of those envious of Rhys’ circle.
So when your eyes met the High Lord of Autumn, your wicked heart stuttered at the sudden emotion it felt for a member of a court you had no allegiance to, and you gasped loud enough that Nesta had to grasp your hand to keep you balanced. The golden thread tying you to him, pulling taut. You were so flustered in the moment, you missed the tilt of Eris’ head at your slight outburst. Quickly, you had steeled yourself to be the perfect pillar of good manners that you were trained to be by your mother. You then moved to the edge of the room as Rhys and Feyre made their immaculate entrance.
“Something amiss?” Nesta asked as she sidled up to you. You rolled your eyes at her smirk. “Could it be the copper haired hunk sitting on the throne by chance?”
“Ha ha, Nes. Nothing… is wrong,” you mumbled. Nesta turned toward you fully and blocked the rest of the room from you. 
“Darling, I know you. You don’t gasp unless startled by something way beyond your control. So what was it, dear sister?” You glanced away for a moment, before you looked back at the person who was your truest mirror in life, with tears in your eyes. 
“Nes, he’s…” you started. 
“Sh, sh, shh. Not here. Don’t let them see you cry,” Nesta put a hand to your cheek and you sucked in a breath before choking back your tears. 
“Alright. Later then,” you smiled at her. You squeezed her arm before making your way out of the ballroom to collect yourself, all the while, your mate watching your every move. 
— 
It was a few months later when he came to Velaris for the first time as High Lord that your flirtation and eventual “frenemies-with-benefits” (as Mor called it) started. Snarky comment here, long night at Rita’s there, and you and Eris found yourselves in and out of each other’s bed more often than you would like to admit. 
The first one to catch the two of you was Azriel about a month after you started seeing one another. Eris was leaving your room in the River House as Azriel was walking back to his with a cup of coffee to his lips. The two stared at each other in utter surprise before Az smirked and kept walking down the hall. 
After that, Eris insisted you join him at Forest House or that you get your own apartment in Velaris. As the latter would cause too much of a stir, and your winnowing was stronger than most, you joined him at Forest House most of the time. So for the next almost 20 years of your life, you had as close to a secret relationship with Eris Vanserra as you could. People in your life of course found out, either because you didn’t winnow back to River House early enough and they could scent him on you or because they saw your longing looks during parties and put two and two together. And not once during this time, did you ever guess that the bond had snapped for him.
Recently, however, you have been keeping your distance from him. One too many rumors had found you about women who said they had recently been with Eris when he had promised you that you were the only one he had been with. And then even more horrible rumors had started that he was in want of a high born, well bred wife.
And you had hit your limit. You could deal with him making excuses about why you were wandering around corridors in the Forest House. You could deal with the secrets you kept from your family and the half ass excuses you gave them. And while it hurt, you could deal with his dismissive personality in public, when he pretended not to know you or barely looked your way. 
You could not, however, deal with your mate putting out a “Wife Wanted” ad, meant for every high born lady but yourself. 
So you ignored him the best you could when he came to visit. But unfortunately Starfall, in conjunction with your sister’s birthday, was too big of a celebration for you to graciously bow out of. You played your part of the dutiful, if not Wicked, sister to the most powerful High Lady.
And Eris watched you from his side of the room. He watched your sad eyes and watched your languid movements. He listened to the desperate whispers of courtiers who spoke ill of you for no other reason than because you were more powerful and well connected than they. And it killed him inside. It made him want to rip their throats out. 
He had proposed to his advisors that you might be a suitable match in order to gain favor from the Night Court. They had turned down you as an option due to your reputation. No one would ever bow to you with that heartless thing on your arm, Eris, they had said. And while he adamantly disagreed, he didn't say anything to persuade them otherwise. His position was too new, and he was too afraid to do the wrong thing. So he watched you with your sister from the outskirts of the room. 
The next day, you sat at the kitchen table in the House of Wind, overlooking the Velaris skyline. A cup of coffee nestled in your hands, you sighed and once more contemplated your existence. You could feel gazes on you, but that wasn’t new. It was expected actually. Eyes always seemed to follow you everywhere you went. But this time the gaze seemed more wanting and expectant than the usual looks of your family. 
“What do you want, High Lord?”
“For you to look at me,” Eris said, pushing off of the door frame he was leaning against. He started making his way towards you, you immediately curled up, knees drawing closer to your chest and arms wrapping around yourself. 
“Why would I gaze upon anyone who couldn’t care less about my existence?” Eris rolled his eyes as he sat down across from you. 
“Since when have I given you the impression that I don’t care about your existence?”
“When have you ever given me the impression that you do care?” you lock eyes with him as you make the statement. Eris’ eyes burn at you, almost as if you could see the flames behind them at that statement. 
“Why the attitude, darling? I came here for a celebration and all I have been met with is your cold shoulder.”
“Sorry, I thought you were here on business, and I wouldn’t want to step on the toes of your future fiancée,” you mumble and take another sip of your coffee. 
“What fiancée, Y/N? You keep throwing out the idea of an engagement as if I am already betrothed. I haven’t so much as touched another woman in years,” Eris barked at you. You could feel his agitation and his desperation to have you understand him. You laughed. 
“Eris, it’s all that anyone has been able to talk about for the past few months. You are the most eligible bachelor in all of Prythian and you didn’t think your want of a wife would make it back to me?” you cried. Tears, as hard as you tried to keep them back, formed in your eyes. “I have watched for the past however many years as you flirt and whoo everyone with legs. And I am tired of pretending like I mean something to you, when it is very clear I do not, Eris. So please, leave me be and go back to your little court of games. I don’t wish to be a part of them any longer.”
“Y/N, please, our situation hasn’t changed so drastically since the last time we saw each other. I just don’t understand how you are all of a sudden so upset with me?”
“All of a sudden? Eris, you are my mate, how could I be anything other than upset!” you shouted at him. Eris looked taken aback at your comment. Cauldron, he really hadn’t known, had he? You don’t know if that gives you solace or pains you more. On the one hand he really didn’t know, so how could you blame him? On the other hand, were you really so insignificant to him that the bond couldn’t snap for him? You closed your eyes. "Fuck," you whispered to yourself.
Eris stood from where he was seated across for you. “Mate?” 
“Eris, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to pressure you-” 
“How long?”
“Eris -”
“How long have you known?” Eris paced behind the island in the kitchen looking more stressed than you have ever seen him.
“The bond snapped the first Equinox after you took the throne.”
“You have known for the past eighteen years that we have been mates? And you have said nothing?” He slammed his hands on the counter, making you flinch. 
“It wouldn’t have changed anything. I would still be the awkward Archeron sister that doesn’t fit in this Court, and you would still be High Lord,” you state, eyes downcast on the coffee in your lap. 
“It changes everything,” he shouts.
“Everything alright here?” Azriel says as he makes his way into the kitchen followed by Cassian and Nesta, presumably after their early morning training session. Nesta is filled with concern seeing you alone with Eris and it hits you like a wave. 
“Just peachy,” you state. Eris rolls his eyes. 
“Not peachy. How long have you all known that we are mates?”
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classyrbf · 4 months
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Geto with a tongue piercing who loves eating you out 👀👀👀👀
OPEN WIDE!
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SYNOPSIS...ever since geto got his tongue pierced, you noticed he's been eating you out a lot more
WARNINGS...geto x fem!reader, oral (f!receiving), praise, spit, tongue piercing(?), cum eating, fingers, hair pulling, not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
thank you for the request anon!
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You remember the first time Geto came home with his tongue pierced, a sneaky smile on his face as he walked into the living room. You were puzzled when your boyfriend just stood there for a few seconds until he stuck out his tongue, revealing the silver jewelry. Shock was all you felt when your eyes laid upon it, Geto did nothing but laugh as you stood there with wide eyes.
"I told you I would get it one day," he said, walking away from you.
Ever since then, Geto knew you'd taking a liking to his piercing. Your reasoning? It suits him. But as the months went on, and his piercing fully healed you've taken note of how much more your loving boyfriend has been eating you out. Yeah, he's done it before. But now, he's doing it every chance he get, and who are you to turn down some good head from your man?
You weren't sure if it was because he was obsessed with you or because of something else, but soon enough you caught on...
Every time he gave you head, he was being flashy with his tongue, showing off his piercing every chance he got. The shiny jewelry catching glint in the light from time to time. And to be fair, it was hot. It made you more excited, more turned on, and from the looks of it, it did the same to Geto.
So now, here you were, legs spread wide open on the couch, your boyfriend on his knees as he ate you out like it was his last meal. The movie you two were watching was now nothing but an after thought, only thing you could focus on was the feeling of your boyfriends tongue. He lifted his head to look at you, his eyes hazy, chin covered in your juices while he gave you one of those lazy smiles. He spoke, "how you holding up, baby?"
The pads of his thumbs massaged your thighs gently while he tried to catch his breath. "I've lost count." You squirmed underneath him, mind foggy. He chuckled, "that was only your third one. Come on, one more. Please, for me?"
"Suguru-"
"I know you can do it, sweetheart." He leaned his head against your thigh. "You always sound so pretty, especially when my piercing hits your clit just like this," Geto cooed right before he lowered his head, sticking out his tongue just enough to where he could flatten it against your clit and lick a stripe.
"O-oh shit," you let out a breathy moan at the small action, your clit still very sensitive. You watched with hawk eyes, focusing in on his wet tongue and the way the piercing moved with it.
"See," he chucked. "I told you. Don't lie baby, I know just how much you love me eating you out with this thing."
You let out a small huff, "fine, but just-wait, fuck!" You were taken by surprise when you felt Geto's fingers slide into your sopping cunt without warning. His fingers stretched you out perfectly while his tongue circled your clit, the ball of the piercing hitting it each time.
Small whimpers and moans fell past your lips as your hips bucked up into his face, practically begging for more. He let out a throaty groan, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine. Out of instinct, your hands found their way into his long and luscious hair, pulling at it.
"Suguru, baby, slow down. Oh my god!" You bit down on your bottom lip, trying to conceal your moans as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, slightly curling them so he could hit your g-spot every time. Your cunt clenched around his fingers as he gently sucked on your clit. He lifted his head with a pop!
"Tell me how you're feeling, baby," Geto demanded while he continued to fuck you with his fingers, nice and slow.
"Feels so good," you moaned out, looking him straight in the eyes. Nothing but perverted thoughts came to your head each time you looked at him.
"That's a good girl-my good girl. Come here." Geto pushed himself up from his knees, hovering over you to give you a sloppy wet kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, leaning in deeper to the kiss to indulge in the taste before pulling away.
Before you knew it, he was back down on his knees, marking your thighs with love bites and hickeys. He slowed down the pace of his fingers before taking them out. You whined at the loss of sensation, brows furrowing. "Suguru," you pouted.
"I know, I know. I promise to put them back inside, baby." He placed a kiss on your inner thigh before he lolled his tongue out, letting his spit dribble from the piercing to the tip of his tongue, watching it fall onto your cunt. A light gasp came from your parted lips as you watched oh so carefully, feeling your hole clench around nothing-clearly missing his fingers.
His eyes flickered up to yours as he slowly slid his fingers back inside, watching your entire face contort with pleasure. "So fucking pretty. You and this pussy," he spoke with a sultry tone.
You couldn't take it one second longer, needing to feel his tongue again. Within seconds, you found your hands entangled in his hair, forcing his mouth down to your cunt. He chuckled at your neediness, yet dominating nature. You let out a blissful sigh, rutting your hips against his face.
"Yes, yes, yes! Right there, baby," you cried out.
He focused on your clit with his tongue, his fingers massaging your g-spot. He could tell you were close with the way your moans were getting louder and how your thighs were clenching around his head.
"Suguru...I'm gonna cum-fuck!" Your hips stuttered as your eyes rolled back. The pleasure coursing through your entire body, feeling like you were on fire.
"Taste so fucking good, sweetheart." Geto slurped up your juices, spitting them right back onto your cunt before diving right in again, his piercing coming into view as it hit your clit. That whole ordeal sent you over edge, your entire brain clouded.
"I'm cumming!" You cried out, legs shaking as you let your orgasm consume you, forgetting to care about how loud your moans are. "Shit! Shit! Fuck, yes!"
Geto didn't stop eating you out or pumping his fingers in and out of you until his heart was content, wanting to savor every last drop. Though, he finally stopped, lifting his head to see your fucked out state. All he could do was smile down at you, taking his fingers that were just inside of you and licking them clean.
"That tongue piercing does something to me," you sighed, still trying to regain yourself.
He licked his fingers one last time before responding, "Why do you think I love to eat you out so much?"
"Hush." You shyly looked away from him.
From your peripheral view you could see his broad stature hovering over you. "Thank you for cumming one more time, I really did enjoy it. You know you always taste so good." His voice was smooth yet raspy, just enough to make you turned on all over again. "Come, lets shower together."
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angelltheninth · 1 year
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Love your writing love! Keep it up, you always make me smile. Could I maybe request you write a little virginity loss blurb with the big man Simon?
Aw that's sweet of you Anon, nothing keeps me more motivated then warm words like yours.
Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, virginity loss, size kink, affection, praise, soft boyfriend!Simon
A/N: Being bias and playing into my own size kink here.
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"Are you sure you're ready for me beautiful?" SImon pushed himself between your legs, cock nudging over your pussy, "There's a lot of me to take."
There was a lot. The first time you saw him you were scared that you can't do it. But being the sweetheart that he was Simon spend hours lapping at your pussy, pushing one finger in, then two, then three, slowly getting you used to being filled with something bigger then your fingers or toys.
He was incredibly flattered that you'd want him to be your first, and because of that he made his mission to make this the most enjoyable experience possible for you.
"Simon, I'm ready. Ready for you." You smiled up at him, less shy then you were when you saw him dive between your legs.
"Good girl. Tell me if it hurts or if you hit your limit, I can take this slow for you." His wet cockhead pushed and prodded against your entrance. The prep he did before helped, your slick running over his bulbus, red tip. He flexed his fingers, squeezing the sheets and the bed, burning with the excitement and happiness that came with being your first, of being the first man to make you come from cock.
The push inside is slow but overwhelming on your tight pussyhole. Your eyes shut closed, trying to will the pain away, trying to will yourself into relaxing. The more he pushes the heavier your breaths become, until your breath stops fully as you feel him bottom out. It feels so good. Better then any fantasy or wet dream or masturbation session you've ever had.
"You're doing great. Taking me so well, feels nice when you tighten up on me."
You let out a shaky breath as he pulls out, rubbing your inner walls and then just as slowly pushes back in, "S-Simon." Your mind is foggy, you pulse around him, trying to keep yourself together but its too much, "Simon." You moan his name as your body feels the shocks of an orgasm, more powerful then any you've felt before. It was pure pleasure rushing through your body, ending in your pussy and rolling onto Simon.
He smiled at you when you managed to come back to your senses, face both soft and full of mirth. "Already beautiful? Don't worry, I'm very flattered by it." Your body grows hotter from his words, "We have all night. Lets start on round two and see how long your body can last with me."
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souryoong · 11 months
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say please | jjk (18+)
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(thank you, @dearlyjoonie for the cute little banner!!)
Pairing: boyfriend!jk x reader
Genre: smut!!! (18+), established relationship, zero plot just sex.
Word Count: 841
Summary: you and jungkook fuck in the bathroom in front of the mirror.
Warnings: clitoral stimulation, teasing, fingering, making out, sweatiness (lol), sex in front of a mirror, foggy/steamy bathroom, begging, some minor manhandling, eye contact in mirror, unprotected sex, cumshot, reader gets teary, lots of whining, showering together henced at the end.
Authors Note: this is probably the quickest I have ever finished something in my entire writing career thus far. also, my first jk piece!!! sorry for making the girlies wait so long. hope you enjoy, and as always give me your thoughts!!
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“Please…” Your voice was a barely audible whine as Jungkook’s fingers didn’t let up on your clit.
“Finish that sentence.” Jungkook looked at you through the bathroom mirror that was beginning to fog up. One of your legs hiked up so that your knee rested on the countertop. Both of your clothes are almost gone, thrown in piles onto the floor. “I want to hear you.”
His sentence was punctuated by his middle and ring finger dipping between your folds and leaving in an instant. You tried to lean into him and keep him there longer, but he pulled away; making you cry out in desperation.
The humidity from the bathroom was making your shirt that was hiked up to reveal more of your body to Jungkook stick to you. The body heat coming off Jungkook was not helping the situation, your back against his naked upper body.
You leaned your head back onto his shoulder, letting out a sigh. Jungkook leaned down, his voice right in your ear.
“Finish the sentence.”
You were sure that your wetness was about to drip onto the floor at this point because you could hear the noise from Jungkook’s fingers.
“Please. I need…I need…” Your voice breathy. “I need you. Your cock, your fingers, anything.”
“Good girl.” He pressed a kiss by your ear, making a chill run down your spine.
You let out an erotic moan when you felt his fingers inside of you again. This time fucking into you just how you like it; swirling to explore your inner walls.
“Fuck, I love your pussy.” Jungkook’s voice was low; somewhat muffled in your neck.
You closed your eyes, nodding to whatever he was saying.
He held your body against himself as he suddenly started going harder; knowing you liked it that way.
“Yes…Fuck.” You whined, slightly smirking to yourself as you grabbed onto Jungkook’s arm, your nails slightly scratching his skin.
“Fuck.” He grunted before pulling away from you, quickly pulling down his underwear, guiding the tip of his cock to your entrance.
You sucked in a breath when you felt him teasing your entrance; practically dripping for him.
“Don’t tease me.”
Jungkook hummed in response, slipping the tip of his cock into you, then pulling it out. You leaned forwards onto the countertop.
“No!” You whined, trying to move back towards him, feeling the cold marble in contrast to your hot skin. “Please, please, please.” You don’t think you’ve ever felt so desperate in your life.
“You know I like hearing you beg for it.” Jungkook’s hands grabbed your waist to steady you. “But I think you’ve done enough, right?” He looked at you through the mirror again, locking eye contact for a few seconds. You nodded, biting your lip to suppress a whimper.
Your mouth fell open when he finally pushed his cock inside of you, bottoming out in the first thrust.
Jungkook groaned at the feeling, pulling your hips back to meet his thrusts. You reached behind you with one of your hands to grab onto him.
“Fuck, right there.” You cried out, eyes starting to water. “Don’t stop.”
You were already so worked up, you felt like you could cum at any moment. Your walls were already clenching around his length.
Jungkook pulled your body up, your back against his chest, arms holding you tightly against him. You gasped at the sudden change in position, and Jungkook’s rhythm never changed.
“Fuck, you’re gonna cum aren’t you?” Jungkook was panting, his hot breath on your neck.
You couldn’t find the words, so you just nodded.
Jungkook started fucking into you harder; making you clutch onto him. You were being so loud now that you were so sure he was going to cover your mouth.
“Jungkook. Fuck.” You turned your face towards his as he watched you in the mirror, your body slightly trembling. You closed your eyes, brows furrowed and feeling like you’re dripping sweat – or maybe it was Jungkook. “I’m so close…”
“Mhm.” He turned and sloppily kissed you. “Tell me.”
Your orgasm crashed over you soon after; and you did nothing to stop it. Your pretty sure you let out a rather loud whine, because Jungkook quietly shushed you as he continued to fuck into you. He was still holding onto you as you probably would have fallen if he wasn’t.
“Jungkook…” You mumbled, starting to get overstimulated.
“Can I cum inside of you, baby?” Jungkook asked you, his face close to yours. “I’m so fucking close.”
“Please, please.” You nodded almost too quick, biting down onto your bottom lip. “Wanna feel you.”
Jungkook’s rhythm got sloppy right until he abruptly crashed his lips into yours. You moaned into his mouth when you felt him finish inside of you.
“Fuck.” You moaned against Jungkook’s mouth as he was still kissing you, your fingers ran through his dark hair that was somewhat damp with sweat. “What a mess…”
Jungkook hummed, beginning to kiss down your neck. “Tell me about it.” He slightly laughed. “Wanna get in the shower?”
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Tags: @thepurpleghost @dearlyjoonie @thoughtfullysassysublime @yoongiscta @tinieretro @ggukzashi
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bratetteprincess · 1 month
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ok so HUGEEE request, could you do a luke x bimbo!reader, and he takes the reader to the mall for being a good girl and then he ends up fucking her in a dressing room, and they have to be quiet so nobody hears?! 😓😓 ps can i be a emoji anon w 🪅 < this emoji?!?
omg yesyes cus bimbo!reader n luke is my gospel… my pretty pink drug <3 n ofc !! welcome welcome angel <33
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you weren’t a fuckin brat all week for once … n luke loved spoiling his teeth rottingly candy hearted girl ! showing you off was just an added bonus ofc ofc…
and it was the mall !!! of course you dressed up ! a pink sundress that squeezed ur plushy tits and frilly skirt hanging just below your perky ass !! but it was cute !
especially with your glossy lips n mascara coated lashes… what u didn’t know tho… is you were driving luke fuckin insane !!!
holding ur array of victoria secret n sephora bags just to hide the bulge in his pants… grinding his teeth every time u bent down to look at something… dress riding up n almost almost exposing ur pretty little pantied cunt… sure u had a damp little wet spot but how could u have known??? he looked so coy when u swiped his credit card n curling his hand around your waist ! u grin all big n babbling all prettily laced thank yous !!
thats until those shiny n diamondy n lacy thonged panties are stuffed in ur mewling mouth !! squeals and sobs muffled n blurry n ur perfect makeup runs down ur face… all folded over the velvety bench n everything !!! glossy legs spread wide… n you could hear people just outside :(( why did u even let him in with u in the first place ?? its luke after all…
n the bulging veins of lukes cock rutted into your slick tight little cunt !! balls slapping n rubbing agaisnt ur drippy drooling folds !! soso mind dizzying n cock drunk !! his dumb pretty girl…
“mhm princess I like this fuckin dress- f-fuckk I bought it for you, yea? easy fuckin’ access to your cunt- mhm shit baby” his voice s’all raspy… n if he didn’t have you bent over in blissful blissful doggy he’d watch ur clumpy mascaraed eyes roll back !!!
but u forgot the glistening foggy mirror !!! so luke eye fucks u while literally pounding into your pretty cunt ! wet n slapping n soso mean… n then ur mesmerized
“fucking hell baby mhm yea u like watching me fuck you? damn wish I could hear these pretty moans,” his ruts increase… ur tits bouncing n you squeal !! “but you got me fuckin hard in this damn mall mhm?- specially in that god damn- dress fuckkk princess”
“m-phm! auhh auh! luke fa-faster-!” all muffled n dumb !!
“damn just need to buy ya’ a few pretty things baby and your beggin or it yea- mhm god- m’pretty slut just needed some cock mhm?”
n it’s soso dirty- watching him ruin ur wet little cunt right infront of the giant mirror !!! black curled head tipping back n large hands bullying ur rippling sweet bottom :(( sure u looked like a mess walking out of there… your new panties were covered in glossy glossy drool… what the confused store clerks didn’t know?…
lukes cum was dripping from ur hole n ruining the pretty new pair… n he just smirked all proudly watching his princess clench your thighs ! just so it didn’t run down your shaky legs !!!
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sincerestlove · 25 days
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Wake Up Call - R.R.
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screaming crying and throwing up. i adore this woman with my whole heart.
Pairing: Reneé Rapp x Reader
Warnings: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) - overstimulation, Reneé being soft, loving and sexy.
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Ugh. Mornings.
I complained internally, preparing to open my eyes and get up for the day when chilly fingers smoothed down my bare abdomen, gentle lips pressing kisses to my jaw. The softness of her lips sent a chill down my spine, involuntarily tipping my head upwards to give her more room.
I couldn't prevent a quiet noise from leaving my mouth, all movements ceasing from her hands and lips. I remained silent with my foggy, sleep-filled brain, willing her to continue. She did after a few moments, trailing lower and lower, accompanied by her body moving to straddle my thighs.
The blanket was pulled away from me then, cold air instantly causing a shiver to shoot through my frame. The woman above me chuckled lightly, deft fingers coming up and tracing my jaw, moving to run along my lower lip. "I know you're awake, silly girl."
My breath hitched in my throat, feeling her lips wrapping around my hardened nipple, tugging just enough to draw a whimper from my throat.
"You know, it's not very nice to not say good morning to your girlfriend." She smirked against my abdomen, nipping at the taut skin, my muscles clenching at the sharp sensation. "Especially when all she wants to do in the mornings is make you come."
The blonde clicked her tongue disapprovingly, slowly pushing my legs apart. I was embarrassingly wet already, completely caught off guard by what she was doing. Not that I wasn't happy about it, because my god, how could I not be? This woman was absolutely breathtaking, even more so in the mornings. Her blonde hair was lightly ruffled from sleep, eyes bright and open. The smooth skin of her legs were already on full display from the events of last night, her upper body clad in a loose t-shirt.
I felt her smirk against my skin, moving downward and biting softly on my inner thigh, hands running along my bare legs. I couldn't help from squirming, finally opening my eyes to see Reneé already staring up at me. Her bright blue eyes met mine, pupils blown wide, tongue running along her plump lips. She leaned her head on my thigh, cocking it to the side playfully.
Fuck.
"Please, Ne." I whined, my hips involuntarily bucking towards her face. She laughed at my desperate attempt, nevertheless leaning forwards, licking agonizingly slowly around the place I wanted her most. Yet, the feeling drew a moan, teeth sinking into my bottom lip to try and keep quiet. I was still sensitive from last night.
"What do you want, sweetheart?" She murmured, pulling away completely, crawling back up to capture my lips in a bruising kiss. Her long hair brushed my sensitized skin, fingers dancing around my aching heat. She nudged my mouth open further with her tongue, taking the opportunity to kiss me even deeper, other hand coming up to lightly grip under my jaw. She pulled away, saliva stringing between our lips. "Look at me and tell me what you want."
I felt a blush run up to my cheeks, meeting her intense gaze. "I want your mouth and fingers, please." I could barely formulate a proper sentence, mind clouded with desire.
"Where? Here?" She kissed the soft spot under my ear, dragging her teeth along the skin, a shudder jolting through me. She took her time, sucking a few bruises into the skin, before moving down again.
"Here, maybe?" Reneé bit softly on my other nipple, pressing her fingers harder against my inner thighs, but not quite close enough to where I wanted them.
"You know where." I managed to grit through my teeth, hands tightening around the creamy white bed sheets below us. She laughed again, kissing down my stomach to lift the back of my thighs, sucking on the sensitive skin there.
"Jesus, please stop teasing me." Honestly, I didn't care that I was whining like a child; she needed to do me before I did myself. I could feel my arousal all but dripping onto the sheets.
"I didn't know my name was Jesus, Y/N."
Rolling my eyes, I nudged her side with my heel, a teasing smirk on her lips. She was completely aware of what she was doing, and she enjoyed it, which is exactly why she wasn't giving me what I wanted. I was on the brink of grabbing her hair and pulling her to me, when her tongue finally flattened against my aching folds, dragging slowly up to my clit, taking it between her lips.
She sucked gently, causing my head to spin at the overwhelming pleasure shooting through my body. "Fuck."
Reneé hummed in laughter, the vibrations sending tingles up my spine, toes curling when she pushed two fingers through my entrance, caressing the walls of my core perfectly. Heat blossomed deep in my belly, an embarrassingly loud moan falling from my lips. "Feel good, baby?"
"Yes." I choked out, body instinctively trapping her head with my thighs, threading my fingers through the thickness of her hair.
She pulled away a moment, locking eyes with mine. Hers were glazed over with lust, pink lips coated in my arousal. "God, you taste so fucking good."
I felt myself get even wetter, if it was even possible, the blonde continuing to eagerly bring me closer to release. She quickened her thrusts, tongue lapping at me at a steady pace. The combination of her fingers and tongue was driving me absolutely insane, and I could feel my orgasm quickly approaching.
"Oh, God." My chest was heaving at this point, abdomen knotting tighter, tighter, tighter...and a moment later I came loudly, with a string of curse words and a scream of the blonde's name.
She kept her fingers moving, though slowing them down significantly. "Give me another one." She was going at an agonizing pace, barely grazing my clit with her lips, until a second one did rip through me, my hands gripping tight on her hair. I felt tears prick at the corners my eyes, incoherent mumbles and sounds filling the air around us.
After a moment, she pulled out, cleaning up any excess with her tongue before latching her soft lips back onto my overly-sensitive clit, my hips jerking up towards her face. "Ne, I can't..." My voice cracked, squeezing my eyes shut tighter.
"Yes you can. One more, baby. Give me one more."
I was nearly crying, my entire body feeling as if it was on fire. She kept going until she felt me clench. "There you go, give it to me." She breathe against me, and as if on command, an intense rush of overwhelming pleasure crashed through my whole body from the tips of my toes to the very top of my head. I released her hair to grip the sheets, almost tearing holes in them. My throat felt raw, crying out loudly.
"I've got you, Y/N. You're okay. Breathe."
Her hands rubbed the length of my thighs and hips, allowing me time to come down, patiently waiting for the aftershocks and sensitivity to subside. She then pulled away completely, softly kissing her way back up to my lips, brushing her fingers over my dampened face.
"Holy shit." I breathed, blinking my eyes open to meet bright blue ones already looking at me, filled with the sweetest look. "Good morning, my perfect girlfriend."
"Good morning." She grinned lopsidedly, fingers running all across my flushed face. I leaned up and kissed her deeply, lazily wrapping my legs around her hips to bring her closer. "Fuck, I love you, Reneé."
She laughed into the kiss, draping her body on top of mine. "I love you too, baby."
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elexaria · 25 days
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living with ghoap was nice. two big burly fellas to keep you company, to reach the top shelves in the kitchen for you, to absolutely plough you into the mattress when you couldnt itch your own scratch for once. they were good lads.
but there were countless times where they’d be away for work, so you knew you couldnt be fully dependent on them. they knew that too, so they weren’t exactly going to object to you having fun without them. so long as you were happy and safe, they were content.
but fuck, the men out there are absolutely horrible to deal with. sleazy, there’s just… no ability to have any kind of banter with these things that think only with their cocks.
until you meet kilgöre alexander.
he’s gigantic, his shoulders probably share the same width as mount everest’s base. easily, kilgöre is the tallest man you’ve ever been with. he dwarfs simon in size, which is very telling in itself.
it’s hard to pry away at who kilgöre is as a person. he’s austrian, likes keeping himself to himself. absolutely refuses to tell you what he does for a living, because it’s on a need to know basis. “sounds like something a terrorist would say.” you jokingly coo one night at dinner, smirking as he rolls his foggy blue eyes at your comment. “har har, very funny.” he mockingly says, the corners of his lips twitching ever so slightly.
he’s one of the best things that’s happened to you in a while. he doesn’t know about the particular living arrangement you share with simon and johnny— like he says, it’s on a need to know basis. plus, you haven’t boned either of them since you met this fella. ghoap know what’s up, but they’re not bothered by it. they’re just glad to see you doing well for yourself. “ye have a glow about ye, love.” johnny coos in your ear one day, smirking as he watches you fluster and flounder around the kitchen, trying to make excuses. “it’s the vitamins i’m taking” this and “i’ve quit dairy” that. he knows the truth, simon know its too.
but there’s one thing that makes the attachment to this man absolutely unbearable.
he disappears from time to time.
some days it’s only a couple of days, maybe a couple of weeks at a push. absolutely no contact.
he swears it’s to do with his line of work, that one day he’ll be able to tell you everything. but for now, he asks just for one thing.
“just… wait for me.”
it’s been almost a month with no contact from kilgöre, and it feels like every morning with no text, no nothing, you have a growing pit inside of you that can’t stop gnawing at you, eating you up whole. what the fuck? what could he possibly do for a career that makes it so he goes days without checking his phone? it makes you feel sick to your stomach. what if he’s in a gang or something?
besides, how the fuck can you keep on waiting for someone who you don’t even know is even alive? for all you know, this behemoth of a man has been hog tied and dumped at the bottom of a lake with cinder blocks strapped to his feet. how are you supposed to wait for someone who shows no signs of leaving or coming back?
“that light in yer eyes has dulled.” johnny remarks one evening, a sad smile on his lips. your eyebrows knit together, feigning confusion. “huh? oh, yeah. uh… it’s the gluten intolerance i reckon.” you murmur to yourself, flashing a weak smile to consolidate his inquisitive gaze. “i’m fine, though.”
simon huffs as he leers next to you, skilfully flaying pieces of fish with a pensive look. both you and johnny glance at him, which only makes him grunt in response. you furrow your eyebrows at him, urging him to elaborate on what the pressing issue is.
“we reckon shit’s hit the fan with that new bloke of yours.” simon bluntly replies as he wipes off the chopping board with a damp cloth, hands gently scooping up guts, scales and delicate fish bones to dispose of. you scoff, eyes never leaving the cuts of fish meat that rest on a plate, waiting to be delicately battered and fried up.
“whatev—“
“and i know you, you’ll try and refute the truth that i know what’s going on. that we know what’s going on. so, none of this nonsense, alright? what’s up?”
johnny and simon silently watch you, their simultaneous waiting for any reaction from you making your skin crawl. at first, you scowl and huff. shifting your weight from foot to foot as you become defensive. simon cuts you off again, “none of that bollocks. tell the truth.”
you give in. on bated breath, you explain the whole situation. how kilgöre is the kind of man you had never expected to fall for, how he had managed to steal your attention even while being so elusive and secretive. how you desperately want him to come back to you, like he said he would.
johnny frowns, and simon nods in your direction, wiping his blood stained hands with the damp cloth. “fishy hands.” he murmurs, wiggling his fingers to prove he can’t comfort you with a hug. johnny nods, swiftly making his way around the kitchen island to come give you a warm hug. it’s a solid hug, one you’d never object to having. johnny’s large hands rub circles to your back, his bearded chin resting against your shoulder as he sways gently.
simon stands behind johnny, holding eye contact with you as he continued to carefully clean his hands. he raises his eyebrows in thought, before glancing down at his fingernails as he begins to meticulously clean underneath them to rid his skin of all things fish.
“this… kilgöre bloke. i reckon if he’s the one, he’s worth waitin’ for. but don’t think for a second he should get away with leavin’ you this long without so much as a text, yeah? rip ‘im a new one when he comes back.” he advises, glancing back up at you with a slight smirk when he hears you chuckle, your laugh strained with emotion.
he steps closer, carefully tilting your chin up so you can meet his gaze better. he gently wipes a stray tear from your cheek. “if he’s the man you think he is, he’ll explain everything if you ask him to. and if he does? great. if he doesn’t?” you wince at the idea, frowning.
he sighs, pressing a gentle kiss to your brow.
“then he’s a bloody eejit, as our johnny boy would say.”
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