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—⊱Sun and Moon⊰ || NSFW Alphabet

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Character(s): Daycare Attendant, Sun and Moon (FNaF: Security Breach) Reader Type: Human (Gender-Neutral Pronouns, No Sex-Specific Genitalia is Mentioned but it was Written with an AFAB Reader in Mind) Genre: Headcanons, Smut (Minors do not Interact), Fluff Warning(s): 18+ Content, Virgin Asexual Author (lmao), Cum-eating, Masturbation, Sun and Moon Having Fantasies of You, Pet Names (Dolly, Little Lamb, usage of the word Whore Once) Praise/Degradation Kink, Slight Mommy/Daddy Kink, Breeding Kink, Bondage, Overstimulation, Orgasm Control/Denial, Dumbification, Dacryphilia, Voyeurism, Dollification/slight Objectification, Somnophilia, Finger-sucking, Hair-pulling, Light Impact Play, Light Breathplay, Implied Cunnilingus/Blowjobs, Mention/Discussion of Sex Toys... If I missed anything, please let me know! Word Count: ~5000 words Author’s Note: Never in a thousand years did I expect that my first time ever writing anything remotely spicy would be for celestial-themed, jester-like animatronics from a FNaF game... may the lord forgive me for my sins. There are a lot of fluffy moments in here and I bring up the fact they won’t do anything without your explicit consent quite a lot – what can I say, consent is hot. I apologize if this is bad or if there are any errors or inconsistencies; I identify as asexual and find these funky dudes are peak sex-appeal to me for some reason so my experience in this department is nearly zero.

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· A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

☀️: Sun is immensely sweet and servicing towards you after sex, and he will get you anything you need or ask for. Thirsty? He’ll grab you some apple juice or your favorite flavor of Fizzy Faz™! Hungry? He’ll go find something for you to eat like pizza or a healthy granola bar! Feel sticky and gross? He’ll get a washcloth and help clean up! Just want to cuddle? Of course - anything for you!

🌙: Moon is very soft and clingy after sex. He will immediately get something to help clean you up, even if you don’t ask, and will gently wipe up the mess on your body. He also gives the best messages and will rub your back, thighs, anywhere that you’re sore. Moon prefers just to lay down and cuddle with you afterward, but will not hesitate to get you anything you need if you’re hungry or thirsty.

· B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

☀️: Sun absolutely adores seeing you smile; your smile literally brightens up his entire day and makes him feel all fuzzy inside! 🥰 As for himself, he likes his hands as he’s immensely talented at using them in or out of the bedroom. He is quite good when it comes to finger painting, after all.

🌙: For Moon, nothing beats your eyes. Not to be too cheesy, but your eyes hold within them his entire world and he finds himself sometimes lost in them whenever you speak. 🥺 Like Sun, he’s also very fond of his hands and seeing how quickly he can make you fall apart with just his fingers alone.

· C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

☀️: Really wishes he was able to savor what your essence tasted like as he watches it drip sensually down his hand after a particularly hard orgasm. He wishes he had a tongue so he could lick it off his hand and finally see what your cum tasted like; it was probably just as sweet as you were!

🌙: Loves watching you lick your own cum from his hand in an effort to help him clean up. He already has a slight oral fixation, and you rubbing your tongue in-between the joints of his digits makes him want to push you back down and get one last orgasm from you as punishment for getting him all riled up again.

· D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

☀️: Sometimes Sun wishes that he and Moon had their own separate bodies so they could take you at the same time. While the two of them get jealous of the other every now and again, Sun and Moon do trust each other when it comes to you. He wonders what your expressions would look like and what sounds you would make if you had to deal with both of them at once. It makes his body feel like it’s on fire to even think about.

🌙: Moon never cleans up any messes that are left in the aftermath when you two have sex. He has to fight off the urges in his programming, but will gladly leave your cum, sweat, and drool wherever in their shared room for Sun to clean up in the morning. Is it petty and a bit rude? Yes. Does it effectively piss Sun off and thus do exactly what Moon hoped it would do? Also yes. You of course aren’t aware of this little secret since you’re usually still asleep as Sun cleans up the mess that Moon helped you make.

· E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

☀️ and 🌙: Both are completely inexperienced in both romantic and sexual endeavors. Sun has had little crushes on parents who were kind to him in the past, but he’s never been in a relationship. Moon has never found himself connecting to anyone on such a level, romantic or otherwise. I headcanon that Sun is Panromantic/Demisexual while Moon is Demiromantic/Demisexual.

· F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

☀️: Sun is fairly basic and enjoys positions where he can see your face and expressions. Missionary and Cowgirl are some of the ones he prefers, with the Ultimate Embrace/Lotus position being his number one. He also loves to hold your hand during love-making and be able to nuzzle his faceplate into the crook of your neck.

🌙: Moon doesn’t want you seeing his expressions at all during sex, mostly because he gets a little embarrassed making eye contact with you during intimacy, so he enjoys the Doggy-style or the Flatiron positions. If he’s feeling particularly soft in the moment, he enjoys the Bodyguard or Spooning positions. He’s also a big sucker for you holding onto his hand or arm for support; it makes his system heat up.

· G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

☀️: He knows how inexperienced he is when it comes to intimacy, so he will crack a joke every now and again to hear you laugh or if he did something particularly embarrassing. Plus, he enjoys being goofy sometimes because your laugher is like music to his ears and makes the butterflies in his metaphorical stomach flutter. Sun also enjoys tickling you every now and again so he can hear your moans and laughter mixing into a beautiful harmony; he loves the sounds you make.

🌙: Very serious. He doesn’t crack jokes or do anything that could potentially embarrass himself. Unlike Sun, Moon wouldn’t be able to brush off a mistake and crack a joke; he’d probably shut down due to mortification at the situation and be distant for a little while until you reassure him. I feel like he’d enjoy tickling you but, rather than to hear your laughter, he’d do it in a teasing manner in the hopes it adds to your already overstimulated mind and body.

· H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

☀️ and 🌙: No hair at all! Completely smooth and pure metal. Though, if we’re talking human versions, both would be completely clean-shaven as they would probably find a lot of body hair on their persons to be unsanitary.

· I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

☀️: Immensely romantic and soft during the moment, always planting kisses on your face, neck, and body while singing out praises and “I love you”s. Always wants you to know how much he appreciates and cherishes you, and how honored he is that you chose him out of everyone in the world. 🥰

🌙: Not nearly as romantic as Sun, but he does have his moments. He doesn’t vocalize his affections during intimacy very often but does do things such as asking you if you need to switch positions or quiet compliments whispered so only you can hear them. If Moon is feeling particularly needy, he will hold you as close to his body as he physically can while pleasuring you in a tight embrace.

· J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

☀️: Doesn’t Jack-off as much as Moon does simply because he doesn’t have a whole lot of time to do so. A lot of his time is taken up entertaining and looking after children, so he can’t exactly slip away unnoticed. Sometimes, at night after everyone has left and before Moon makes his rounds, Sun can manage to get one or two quick ones out of the way. Sun usually does it for stress relief rather than to relieve sexual frustration and usually feels guilty afterward if you were the main focus of his fantasy (which you usually are).

🌙: Moon Jacks-off quite a lot, at least compared to Sun. He is the one that has primary control of their shared body at night when all the children and employees are gone, so he does do it a handful of times before the morning. A lot of his Jack-off sessions are due to sexual frustration rather than stress; you just do things to him throughout the day, even if you don’t realize it, and he’s left with the aftermath after you have already left to go home. Like Sun, he also feels a bit dirty afterward, especially if you aren’t in a relationship with either of them at the moment.

· K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

☀️:

- Praise kink (giving and receiving): He loves being praised by you and he loves praising you in return! Please tell him how much of a good boy he is being, tell him how great of a job he is doing… he’ll try to do even better for you.

- Slight Mommy/Daddy kink: Sun loves, deep down, being coddled and loved by you. And, as much as he loves to serve and take care of you, it’s nice to be the one receiving the pampering every now and again.

- Breeding kink: He knows the two of you will never be able to have children (hell, he doesn’t even have any genitalia in the first place), but that doesn’t mean he won’t stop thinking about how cute you would look carrying his child while thinking of the family he wishes he could have with you. What can I say, Sun is definitely a family-oriented bot.

- Light Bondage (receiving): Likes the idea of you tying him up and doing whatever you pleased with his body. Plus, he can’t bruise, so you’re welcome to tie him up as tight as you’d like! He can always break the ropes if he needs to, anyway.

- Overstimulation (giving): Loves seeing how many times he can make you cum until you’re begging him to stop or your body literally can’t cum anymore. It makes him feel very proud of himself knowing he made you feel that good.

- Orgasm Control/Denial (receiving): Sun is a very good boy so, if you say he can’t cum until you tell him he can, who is he to break the rules?

- Dumbification: You’re one of the smartest people he knows, so seeing you become completely incoherent and brainless because of the pleasure he’s giving you makes him feel ways he’s far too embarrassed to speak about.

- Dacryphilia: He didn’t like seeing you cry and often would stop doing whatever it was he was doing as soon as he would see your eyes start to mist with tears. Just tell him they’re tears of pleasure and that they’re showing how happy you are – now he’ll never stop unless you explicitly tell him to.

- Voyeurism: Sun loves watching you pleasure yourself or put on a show as you remove your clothes to reveal the cute lingerie you bought just for him to see. He’ll sit and watch like the good boy he is until you signal him to come over with a wave of your hand.

- Dollification/slight Objectification (giving): You’re a human and, thus, are seen as being above him in terms of value and worth. He knows you don’t see him as just a robot, and he loves you so much for just that, but he gets this strange power trip whenever you let him use you like a doll. He always feels bad for using you in such a way, but you really don’t mind. If anything, it’s actually kind of hot. 😌

🌙:

- Praise kink (giving and receiving): Moon is often the one that is complained about the most due to his “creepier” quirks and more authoritative personality, so being given compliments and affirmation from someone whom he loves would make him feel very fuzzy inside. He would also love to praise you in return, especially if you’re being good and following the rules he’s put into place.

- Degradation kink (giving): Loves calling you degrading nicknames mixed into the praise he gives you. Even though his voice box censors what he says most of the time, your mind is able to fill in the blanks to figure out what he meant to say anyway.

- Bondage (giving): Loves tying you up and watching you squirm as he gently runs his hands over your body in a teasing manner. Don’t worry, he’ll give you what you want as long as you stay on your best behavior.

- Somnophilia: He’d love to touch you while you sleep, so long as you gave him the go-ahead beforehand. Seeing you so vulnerable and defenseless, leaving him to do whatever he pleased with your unconscious body – just… wow. Seeing you squirm and let out those cute little sounds makes him feel things he shouldn’t be able to. 🥵

- Dumbification: Like Sun, he respects you and your intelligence quite a lot. If anything, he finds it fun turning you into a brainless whore that’s only focused on the pleasure he’s giving you; it’s a very good ego-booster.

- Finger-sucking (receiving): Has a slight oral fixation and loves watching you either suck his fingers while he takes you from behind or lick your own cum off of his soaked digits.

- Hair-pulling (giving): Likes wrapping your hair (if it’s long enough) around his hand while he fingers or Jacks you off into oblivion.

- Dacryphilia: There’s something that is stirred inside him as he watches your tears roll down your face, the shininess of your cheeks and redness of your eyes doing something indescribable to him. Loves placing a hand softly to cup your face while using his thumb to wipe them away even though he’s the one causing them in the first place.

- Light Impact play (giving): Usually only saves it for when you’ve been naughty and broken the rules, but will use it as a reward if you wish.

- Light Breathplay (giving): He doesn’t necessarily like squeezing or putting pressure on your neck, but he does enjoy the fact you trust him deeply enough to allow him to gently place his hand over your neck and let him keep it there as he ruins you.

- Orgasm Control/Denial (giving): Likes knowing he has so much control over you and your body. Plus, if you don’t follow his rules, it gives him a perfect reason to punish you.

- Overstimulation (giving): Like Sun, he enjoys seeing how much pleasure he is able to bring you. Sometimes, he even makes it a competition to see which one of them can make you cum the most.

- Dollification/slight Objectification (giving): Very similar reasoning in Sun’s, but Moon doesn’t usually feel bad for treating you this way since you would have needed to consent to the treatment before either would even consider treating you in such a manner. Just know you can always withdraw that consent if it ends up becoming too much for you – they both love you very much and wouldn’t do anything to make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe.

· L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

☀️: His room. Sun doesn’t want to have sex anywhere in the Daycare since, well, children play there and that would be unsanitary and inappropriate (plus the security cameras – he doesn’t want anyone potentially seeing you in such a vulnerable position!). He likes being able to do it in his room and will actually find the time to tidy up the place before you come in; he’s very embarrassed he doesn’t find the time to keep it as clean as he would like.

🌙: Like Sun, he also prefers their shared room. He’s had a fantasy of taking you in the air while he’s hooked up to his cable on the ceiling, but is aware of how badly that could turn out if you fell. Plus, like Sun, he isn’t fond of the idea of someone potentially seeing the two of you. He isn’t afraid to take you in a supply closet though if he can’t wait to make it back to the room.

· M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

☀️: Your praises and compliments, the sweet words you tell him as you gently caress his faceplate. He gets turned on by cute, sweet, vanilla-like acts of affection. He’s never been praised a whole lot by anyone, whether it be a S.T.A.F.F. member or a parent so, when you come along and sing him praises, he doesn’t know what to do. It embarrasses him to say how much your kindness does affect him in such an inappropriate way. He is also very motivated by the sounds you make as he does everything in his power to make you feel good. Please don’t ever try to hide the noises you make; he wants to know he’s doing a good job.

🌙: Your complete, unwavering trust in him. Not a whole lot of people trust him – hell, sometimes Sun doesn’t even trust him since he’s made children cry more than once due to his stricter adherence to the rules – so knowing that you entrust him with your life and safety (since he could so easily kill harm you if something were to malfunction) gets him a bit hot under the collar. He also gets very hot and bothered if you grasp for his hand or arm while he’s destroying you with his fingers or hands, all the while telling him how great he’s making you feel and how much you love him; despite being quite the kinky bot, he loves praise just as much as his twin does.

· N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

☀️ and 🌙: Nothing in any areas where children play or guests gather; it’s unsanitary and makes them feel icky to even think about a family potentially eating or sitting where you had sex. They’re also not very fond of the idea of sharing you with anyone else and would rather your relationship just consist of you three. The two of them are also very adamant about not harming you. In Sun’s case, they don’t want to harm you at all, whether you want to be hurt or not. In Moon’s case, they don’t want to do anything that could potentially scar and/or kill you (extreme breathplay, knifeplay, etc.).

· O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

☀️ and 🌙: I don’t headcanon them to have tongues or openable mouths but, hypothetically speaking, they would both prefer to give oral rather than receive it (especially since I don’t headcanon them to have genitalia either haha). 😅

☀️: Sun would enjoy being able to service you and make you feel good, being happy with the fact you were having a nice time with him. He’s not very skilled and comes off as being clumsy, but his determination, endearing excitability, and eagerness to please make up for the inexperience. 7/10 when it comes to giving head.

🌙: Moon would love giving oral because he gets quite the ego boost at being able to ruin you with just his tongue. While having no previous experience with such an activity, he’s a fast learner and picks up on what does and doesn’t work by simply watching your expressions and listening to the sounds you make to guide himself. 10/10 when it comes to giving head.

· P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

☀️: In the beginning, he leans more towards being slow and sensual; he’s inexperienced and explored your body with feather-light touches and a hint of fear as he didn’t want to harm you in any way. As time goes on, however, his usual pace becomes very fast but not necessarily rough. He likes being able to pleasure you to the utmost degree and will give you as many orgasms that your body is able to handle. Sometimes he feels bad seeing you cry, but he knows it’s out of pleasure and not to stop unless you tell him your agreed-upon safeword.

🌙: It depends on what he is feeling in the moment. His go-to setting is to be fast and rough, to make you cry and beg him to slow down or give you a moment to get your breath back. Sometimes, he’ll be very cruel and go purposefully slow and keep you just on the edge of orgasming until you’re pleading with him to let you cum. Though, if he’s feeling sentimental or romantic, he’ll slowly pleasure you while overstimulating you until you can’t form coherent words anymore as he coos softly in your ear how cute you are. ☺️

· Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

☀️: Sun doesn’t have the time to do them nor does he like the idea of not being able to take his time with you. He loves making you feel good over and over in one session and it’s kind of impossible for him to properly do when you two have such a short time of being able to be intimate with one another. Though, the idea of you having to go back to work after he’s done with you does get his fans working a bit harder than they usually do.

🌙: Enjoys them quite a bit. Loves doing them with you just before you go home so he can watch as you try to leave the Pizzaplex with shaky legs, a flushed face, and messy hair as you try to ignore the strange looks the other people around you are sending your way. It fills his chest with pride that he is the reason you’re like that. However, he usually only does them when he knows you both won’t have the time to have a full session with one another, especially if he’s missed your company and presence and just wants that quick moment with you.

· R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

☀️: Sun is willing to do anything you want as long as it doesn’t involve him harming you in any way; making you cry from pain is not something that he enjoys doing.

🌙: Moon is down for anything as long as it’s nothing that could seriously harm or kill you… he loves you very much and the thought of him being the reason you’re in extreme pain or even dead makes his stomach drop.

· S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

☀️: Can’t last very long because of how sensitive he is, so much so that he gets quite embarrassed by it. A lot of your intimate moments are usually him pleasuring you anyway since he can cum untouched simply by watching you or by you whispering praises in his audio receptor. Poor guy gets overheated so easily.

🌙: Can last longer than Sun by quite a bit and can be seen as being average in terms of stamina. He can comfortably last two or three rounds in terms of himself but can pleasure you for as many as you’d like him to. Tell him how amazing he is and what a wonderful job he is doing while sucking his fingers and this man will break within moments.

· T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

☀️ and 🌙: Neither Sun nor Moon own any toys since they can’t exactly leave the Pizzaplex, plus the thought of a child or S.T.A.F.F. member finding the toys absolutely mortifies them. If they did have toys, however, both of them would absolutely love to use them on their partner. Maybe you could bring in a strap-on if you wanted them to destroy you with something other than their fingers?

☀️: Sun would use them to up the ante and your pleasure. Sun would also be down if you wanted to try some toys on him; he trusts you completely and knows you wouldn’t do anything purposely to harm him or make him uncomfortable!

🌙: Moon would use them in order to tease you more than he already does, enjoying watching your expressions and listening to the noises you make as he stuffs you full with dildos, vibrators, and the like. While Moon does trust you, he isn’t interested in toys being used on himself.

· U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

☀️: Can’t purposefully tease you at all, no matter how much he tries. It just comes out as awkward most of the time and leaves him feeling embarrassed. He also doesn’t like being unfair to you and instead loves to overstimulate you; Sun doesn’t really like orgasm control or denial when it comes to you. Though, he does enjoy it when you control or deny his orgasms; it just hits different.

🌙: An immense tease, so much so that it can come off as being almost cruel on occasions. Loves having so much control over you that you’ll listen if he tells you that you cannot cum until he gives you the go-ahead; gets such an immense power trip from it. Don’t worry, if you’re a good little lamb and just listen to him he’ll make sure you feel nothing but the pleasure he’s giving you.

· V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

☀️: Very, very loud; you have to make sure there is no one in the nearby vicinity or they will definitely hear Sun losing his mind. Sun wines quite a lot and utters out a lot of broken phrases and praise while you make him go absolutely insane, stuttering over his words as any comprehensible thought leaves his mind. Just imagine his cute little “ah… y-you’re so wonderful. Such a perfect, perfect dolly… I-I love you so mu-UCH!” as he bounces you on his leg while you tell him how great he’s making you feel. 🥺 Play with the wires on the back of his head and he’s an absolute goner.

🌙: Eerily silent most of the time, just the slight sound of his voice box making a static-like noise in your ear while you lose your mind. The most you’ll get out of him are deep growls if you say something that gets him going, like telling him how you’re all his and how much you love him. Moon often whispers praises mixed with degradation in your ear while he fucks you with his fingers or you grind on his thigh. His gravelly voice softly saying “what a good, good, good little whore you are… so, so perfect, just for me.” as he helps guide your hips along his leg like a dog in heat. 😩

· W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

☀️: Sun loves seeing you wearing his merchandise! Whether it be a sweatshirt with his image on it or a cute keychain set of him and Moon, he adores it! Can’t stop thinking about how adorable you look and how it shows how much you love him and his twin. He gets the feelings that a person gets when they see their significant other wearing their sweatshirt or hoodie, just that soft and fluffy feeling inside that spreads throughout his chest.

🌙: Moon doesn’t seem to be as sentimental as his twin, but he does have those moments every now and again. One scenario that always runs through his mind is being able to escape the Pizzaplex and run away with you somewhere where you could be together outside far away from the cursed establishment, thinking of things like marriage or even adopting children together. He knows it could never happen, but he has a little ring he won in one of the claw machines in the arcade stashed away if the opportunity were ever to arise. What can I say, he dreams of being domestic with you. 🥺

· X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

☀️ and 🌙: I don’t headcanon them to have any sort of genitalia but, just for fun, let’s imagine they did for some reason. They’re both very tall, so that would certainly reflect what was under the belt. Their dick would be roughly 7.5 inches and be fairly skinny with little girth at the base; long enough to reach anywhere you need it to. 🥴

· Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

☀️: Sun has a pretty high sex drive, but he won’t ask you for anything unless you ask him first. He doesn’t ever want you to feel pressured into doing anything for him, especially if you’re not in the mood, so he just waits for you to want to be intimate before agreeing and consenting wholeheartedly.

🌙: Just as high as Sun’s, if not more. The difference is that Moon will, albeit shyly, ask if you would be in the mood to have sex. If you say yes and give him the go-ahead, great! If you’re not in the mood or just want to not do anything, that’s okay too! He never wants to push you and under no circumstance will ever make you feel guilty for not wanting to be intimate.

· Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

☀️ and 🌙: Neither of them go to sleep, or in their case “power-down mode”, directly after your session(s). Most of the time, after doing what they usually do when it comes to aftercare, they watch as you fall asleep and continue to watch your chest rises up and down with every breath you take, taking solace in the fact you’re alive and well.

☀️: After watching you for a bit, Sun will get up to clean any possible messes in the room as quietly as they possibly can before slipping back under the covers with you. They like to play with your hair or draw invisible shapes or words with their finger on your skin as they hum “You Are My Sunshine”.

🌙: Moon usually sits on the edge of the bed and just watches you sleep unless you ask him to come and cuddle with you. He’ll oblige of course, he always does, and won’t leave your side until you wake up. He likes to place his head gently on your chest and go into power-down mode while listening to the sound of your heartbeat.

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[+18]

Dom/sub + mind control

[Shinsou Hitoshi x Fem!reader]

[Warnings: quirk play, Shinsou is definitely rough in this, he's like smacking you and spitting in your mouth its great, oral fixation, light orgasm denial, overstimulation.]

[I don't own any of the characters or art all credit goes to the original creators, edit an story is mine tho. All characters are aged up, +18.]

Trust was one of the most important aspects of a dom and sub relationship, after all you as the sub are trusting your dom to take care of you and ensure you don't get too overwhelmed or pushed over a limit you can't handle. That's somewhat the relationship you had with Shinsou Hitoshi. He was your dom, you referred to him as either sir or master. In context he called you 'kitten' or 'baby girl' when you were good and 'slut' for when you misbehaved which was often. That bratty attitude was definitely something he loved about you. Sometimes he mixed it up calling you 'slutty kitten' if you wanted to be degraded that day.

Of course today however you really pissed Shinsou off. The drive was a quiet one, uncomfortably quiet. You, not on purpose however, were speaking to a man who happened to be hitting on you. At times you were oblivious so when the unknown man touched your arm or hand it got Shinsou increasingly pissed off. Usually it was an uncomfortable thing to have someone so possessive over you, but with Shinsou it was different. It felt so damn right for him to become a bit jealous over another man flirting with you.

So when you arrived home you didn't even have enough time to take off you shoes before this six foot tall man grabbed your throat and pinned you up against the wall, those indigo coloured hues staring at your eyes carefully. His hand wasn't to tight around your throat either so you were able to breath. "What the fuck was that?" He asked, his voice was low, feral almost, nobody should touch what's his after all. "Nothin'..." was all you said looking away. Now at this point you had two options be a bratty little shit and get the best fuck that your little masochist heart desires or be a good girl and get a loving fuck and give him a nice tender loving and caring just to prove how much you care about your dear master~

Obviously...

"What was that?"

"I said it was nothin' 'Toshi."

Oh you definitely were in for a ride. His hand gripped your cheeks and he was barely inches away from your face. "I thought that's what you said you little whore." and with those words leaving his lips he pried open your mouth before spitting in it. "Keep it in there, don't swallow until I tell you too." He said as he pulled off your shoes before dragging you by your shirt collar to 'the room'.

This room was the room that is most commonly referred to as the red room, but no Shinsou hated that cliche bullshit, so he called it the room. No fancy name or whatever. Of course though on your way to the room you 'accidentally' swallowed his spit so when he pulled you into the room and pushed you to your knees and he smacked you through the face, making you gasp and look back up at him with those big doe eyes, tearing up a little.

"I told you not to swallow little whore~ did you do it on purpose just to annoy me more?" He asked and you just nodded slowly, there it was though that firm grip on your cheeks and those cold harsh eyes glazing over with lust. "You really enjoy a thorough punishment but I'm not gonna give you that satisfaction of being fucked till you can't walk straight." He told you his thumb eased over your bottom lip for a moment before he gave your forehead a soft kiss. "You're a real dumb whore you know that?" He spoke and you shivered a little as his free hand trailed down along your back his hand gripping your ass for a moment before landing a firm smack making you yelp quietly, your hands gripping onto his shirt.

"So tell me little whore, you gonna get on your knees and suck my cock?" He asked you, his voice was husky as if he just woke up. His fingers tugging at your dress bunching it up around your waist. "Use your words~" he hummed against your ear as his hands palmed at your luscious asscheeks making you shiver and press more into him. "Y-yes sir..." you mumbled and then you felt it. That all too familiar sensation of your mind hazing over. His quirk was activated now. "You always look so pretty when you're mindless and submissive~ drop to your knees whore~" he hummed as his thumb ran over your bottom lip and your body moved. You got down on your knees, looking up at him in that dazed expression. "Use that mouth to take my cock out..." he said as his fingers threaded through your hair softly before taking a firm grip on it. You winced slightly but it didnt stop you from pulling down his zipper with your teeth, your nose buried into his crotch.

"There we go..." he murmured, once his pants was undone he helped you a little, pulling his cock out for you, it landed on your face, right on your forehead as you looked up at him with that hazy expression. "Give my balls a nice kiss~" he ordered and you did, without a single sign of hesitation, those soft plump lips of yours leaving a few scattered kisses against his balls. "Ah shit kitten~" his hand which still had that firm grip on your hair tugged your head away from his balls forcing you to look up at him now, his cock resting on your lips. "You gonna service my cock without being a brat?" He asked and you nodded slowly in response and with that he let you out of his quirk.

In which you immediately started to kiss at his cock, keeping your hands on his thighs as you worked his cock with your mouth, giving kisses and kitten licks before you got to his tip, now at this point your tongue ran along the tip dripping with precum, moaning a little from the salty flavor filling up your mouth before you started taking him into your mouth. Those bright eyes of yours looking up at the indigo haired male who had his head tilted back as his cock disappeared into your mouth. Your tongue running along his cock as your head started moving back and forth. Your nose getting tickled by his pubes and your bottom lip pressed against his balls everytime you moved down.

You heard him grunt from the feeling of your tight throat around his cock. "Fuck you always suck me off so good kitten~ ya like that? Do you like having my cock all the way down your fucking throat?" His foot moved to rub against your crotch which had you moaning quietly. You moaned around his cock in response to his question considering you couldn't respond with a mouth full of cock. It made him chuckle however when you pulled slightly back to give your jaw a short break. That definitely didn't sit well with him, because with that firm grip he had on your hair he shoved your face back down making you deep throat his cock once again making you gag, tears stinging the corner of you eyes.

"Naughty thing, you gotta ask kitten. I gotta punish you now~" he said as his free hand moved to cup your chin, with that firm grip on your face his hips started moving back and forth, his pace started off slow. Allowing you to adjust to his movements. "If you're pussy is aching to be touched use my foot..." he said, slowly picking up the pace as his foot remained under your pussy and your hips immediately pressed down against it, grinding your hips back and forth against his foot as his hips kept slamming back and forth against your face, balls slapping your chin. You could feel your drool falling from lips, you knew that there were strings of saliva attached to your chin and his balls.

You felt so lewd, grinding your clothed pussy against his shoe as if you were an absolute bitch in heat, not to mention his cock that was constantly moving in and out of your throat. You felt that pit in your stomach building up as his foot lifted slightly, the feeling of the laces on his shoes added a little more friction to your clit which had your back arch slightly in delight.

"Hmmph~♡" was your response to it, making him smile a little as he pulled his cock from your mouth letting you have some time to breath. However your hips didn't stop moving, not that Shinsou minded it, he found that to be rather adorable.

The fact that you were rutting your hips against his foot with no signs of stopping was a sign to him that you were about to cum, but just to make sure. "You gonna cum?" He asked his thumb ran along your swollen lips making you whimper and nod slowly. You felt that sudden burst of energy that made your hips rut rust against his foot a little more to just get you to your orgasm but he pulled his foot away, making you whine in response. "I told you whore~ I'm gonna make sure you're crying and begging me to fuck you~" he hummed, instead of shoving his cock back inside your mouth he decided to lift you up and carry you to the bed.

That king sized bed covered with the most comfortable silks that were a mixture between black and white, once you were there he started stripping off your clothes. Smiling smugly at the soaked mess between your thighs. "Master... please... please fuck me please..." you whined. "Oh come on now~ get a bit more creative whore~" he hummed giving your thigh a firm smack making you whine, your hips bucking slightly. "You gonna beg like a proper slut? Hmm? You gonna beg like a proper slut for your master fuck this slutty little cunt?~" he asked, flicking his finger over your clit making you grip onto the bedding and moan. "Please master... I want to feel that big fat cock stretching out my insides... I wanna feel that cock rearranging my guts~" you begged as his fingers now smoothed over your thighs, keeping your legs nice and spread with his hand. "Rearrange your guts?" He raised a brow as he stared down at you with those lust filled indigo coloured hues.

"Yes master please... I want it..." you whined out, your hips basically bucking up against nothing, his cock barely inches from you. "That's a new one for you whore~ usually you ask me to fuck you till you can't walk~ are you that needy for cock that you're willing to have your guts completely rearranged? So that slutty hole remembers my shape?" He asked as his hand moved to grope your breast, his palm rubbing against your nipple making you whimper quietly. "Yes, please master... I want my slutty hole to remember nothing but your shape~" you begged at that point he had pulled you a bit closer, pushing your legs up against your chest. "Hold your legs right there~" he ordered and you did as you were told, pulling your hands to hold your legs to your chest.

He aligned his cock with your soaked slit. His thumb easing over your clit making you moan quietly. "You're so ready for me~" he hummed, his tip kissing the folds of your pussy. "All for you... master~" your voice faltered slightly as he slid his tip inside of you. The head stretching you out slowly. "That's my cute little kitten~" he hummed as he slowly eased himself inside you, inch by inch. Making your hands grip onto your thighs as you let out gasps and moans. "Fuck... your insides are so fucking wet, is that just for me?" He asked. "Y-yes..~ it's all for you~" you mewled.

He leaned down and kissed your leg, before he drove the last few inches of himself inside you, his balls pressed right up against your ass. It felt like you were about to cum just from his cock sitting inside you and he definitely felt it, the way your pussy walls tightened around his cock for that brief moment. "Ah shit kitten... you're so tight, were you about to cum?" He asked in a teasing voice making you nod. He let out a low chuckle. "Well then I'll have to make sure that you cum..." he paused, his head lowering slightly to your face making his cock move slightly inside you making you moan quietly.

"You'll be cumming so much you won't even remember how to walk~" he whispered and before you could even respond those hips started moving, it wasn't slow and teasing like you expected, no, it was hard and fast, his balls smacking against your ass and his cock hitting just all the right spots in your pussy making you squirm in his hold. "Ngh~ yes yes yes~" you repeated it like a mantra, your head tilting back as you held harshly onto your thighs, you could feel your orgasm building up in your stomach and there were no signs of Shinsou slowing down, even as your walls tightened around his cock he coaxed you into cumming, whispering sweet nothings of how pretty you looked when you creamed all over his cock. The way your hips lifted up and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your love juices covered his cock. He wasn't stopping in fact he was helping you ride your orgasm out longer, you already had tears staining your face from him face fucking you it only added on. "I-I can't... it's too much master... fuck fuck fuck!" You whined out as he hit another sweet spot, he kept hitting that spot over and over again until you came again, you were a sobbing moaning mess. "Gods kitten, yes... you look so fucking pretty cumming all over my cock~" he hummed.

By the time Shinsou had actually cum you had at least five orgasms and you were on your hands and knees, although you had collapsed from being unable to keep yourself up straight, your body was shaking along with your legs and your mind was blank almost. "Gods you're so amazing y/n..." he whispered against your skin. He decided that the two of you were just going to cuddle for a bit before you got back at it, after all Shinsou wasn't done with you and you knew that.

[I'm not gonna lie I did rush this one cause I was behind on my schedule of smut writing but yee, some of the prompts will be shorter than others so I'm sorry in advance for that :3]

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero x reader #smut #bnha smut #boku no hero academia smut #my hero academia smut #reader x my hero academia #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsou x reader smut #kinktober

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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❛ NOT THIS TIME ❜

with Gilberto ‘Gilly’ Lopez.

Here it is the dirty idea you voted for our big guy 💖

Warnings: nsfw, smut.

Word count: about 2k (lmao not sorry).

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That tight pair of black shorts fitting perfectly your legs and pushing up your ass are driving him insane. And the crop top adjusted to your chest, showing up your abdomen doesn't help either. You aren't in the mood for a Mayan's party. It's supposed that you should be cuddling with your boyfriend on your sofa, watching a movie, drinking beer and eating popcorn. But the club had other plans in mind. And of course he could say no to them and stay with you. So there you are, walking around the main crew to reach the bar. Squatting to a box of empty bottles to leave yours there, you know that Gilly has his eyes glued on your buttocks, drawing a heart shape over your heels. While you're playing with fire, he's already burning among the flames. Standing up on your sneakers, your ass bounces slightly and his orbs follow the move enraptured by it. Swallowing the bitter drink, he cleans his lips with the back of his hand, abandoning his beer somewhere over the table to get up from his chair.

You would be lying if you say that you weren't expecting him, when you feel his fingertips roaming your forearms in an ephemeral caress up to your shoulders. Then, his calloused palms fall down slowly by your sides to surround your waist with his strong arms. Taking a last step forward, the bulge under his rough jeans, covered by the black shirt he's wearing, creates some friction against your butt. Your boyfriend doesn't give a shit if someone is looking at the two of you, slightly rubbing his hard dick forcibly to your body.

“Baby, I am so sorry”. He whispers into your ear, with his warm breathing provoking you some shivers.

You can feel the desperation in his tone of voice, sobbing against your skin when you intertwine your fingers with his. Believing that you are going to give him some chance, you just push him away from you, turning around to face him. You're pissed off. You asked the hospital for that free night, because he was off too. And this is not how you wanted to be. He can see the deception on your face, crossing both arms over your chest. But let's be sincere, you're just being tough.

“I prom—”.

“Don't”. You mumble raising up your forefinger to shut him up. “Don't you dare to make another promise you ain't going to keep, Gilly”.

“Baby, that's not fair… I should be here”. He's trying hard, walking somewhat closer.

“You should be with me”. Placing a hand on his middle chest, you stop him.

“And I a—fuck, mami! Don't punch me…”

“You fucking pendejo…”

“Let me make this up to you, c'mon”. He leans forward, catching again your body under his arms.

Sometimes you hate you're so weak for him, for his smell, for his voice. He wields a power on you that no one else could. And when you're about to fall for him again, you watch over his shoulder his brothers saying you with gestures to fuck him off. The encouragement you were needing.

“No, thanks”. You utter pushing him away, causing the laughs of the other men.

“Seriously? You have to be fucking kidding me!” Gilly turns at them, raising both arms with indignation. “I didn't even want to come to see your fucking shit-faces! That's not fucking fair, (Y/N)”.

He faces you again, pouting like a bitten dog.

“Mami, I'm fucking losing my mind”. He grunts in your ear, holding you tightly. So tightly that you can't move a single inch from your body. “These shorts are… so short. So, so short, mi amor… And, fuck, I can see your nipples getting harder under this top. I wanna put them in my mouth. Suck them. Bite them. Lick them. Taste them”.

“You don't deserve it”.

“I know… I fucking know… But you do. You deserve the pleasure only I can give you”. He bows down his head to your neck, letting his incisors mark his territory with a superficial bruise on it. Somehow, his hands have ended up on your ass, squeezing it and forcing you to lean on your tiptoes. “I will do anything you ask me to… You deserve it, (Y/N), because I'm the worst boyfriend of all”.

He is not, quite the opposite. But you like the way he's having to slightly degrade himself for not keeping his promises.

“Tell me what you want me to do”. Gilly whispers hoarsely, making you walk backwards to the hallway straight to the dorms.

“I want you to stop”. You grouse.

And he does. But not in the way you were asking him to. Your back finds the wall, and one of his knees finds your center. Scrubbing his leg against you, your boyfriend rolls up your shirt over your breasts. His fingers squeeze them together, so his mouth can welcome both nipples among his lips. As he said; he sucks them, he bites them, he licks them. He tastes your tits, tearing you some delicate and delicious moans. A sweet melody for his ears. Your boyfriend hums against your skin, making it vibrate, before sticking out his tongue to roam the gap between your breasts up to your collarbone over the black fabric, until finding your lips. His huge hands knead your skin tightly, devouring your mouth so desperate. And the last thing you can think on it's that you two could be caught for another Mayan.

“I bet your sweet pussy is so fucking wet right now… Isn't she?”

You gulp in silence, licking your lips and licking them too by the movement.

“Let me compensate you…” He mutters, rubbing his cheek against yours with gentle caresses. “Please…”

Gilly is still pressing his knee against your core, creating the kind of friction that turns you on. His lips attack again your breasts and your hard nipples, stealing you a lovely moan that accelerates his heart. But his task gets frustrated when you hear some voices coming closer, dressing up well and adopting a normal posture against the wall. Your boyfriend holds your hand to guide you to his shared dorm with Angel, coming in and locking the door.

“You know what are you going to do, Gilberto?” You ask with a honeyed voice, taking off your top over your head, to toss it to the floor.

“What?”

You can see him licking his top lip, walking dangerously towards you when you start to undone your shorts, falling down by your legs. Heel against heel you leave away your sneakers and the socks, walking backwards to his bed under the gloom of the room.

“You're just gonna watch”. You sentence, looking how his expression changes completely.

“Please, don't”. That beg makes you chuckle, as you get comfy on his mattress, sliding your wet panties down through your thighs to grab it with a hand raised. The piece of clothing falls from your fingers to the carpet. “Please, mi vida”.

“You watch, or you leave me alone”.

“Fuck…” Gilly complains, taking off his kutte to place it over Angel's bed.

Palming a side of his, your boyfriend lies down next to you, putting an arm under your neck to hold you. Finding his lips to kiss them, your right hand travels the skin of your stomach to your center. You can feel the heat that emanates from your wetness, digging two fingers into your pussy. Gilly drinks you gasp with eyes closed, slipping your hand in and out with a low pace.

“Tell me how it feels, baby…” He pleads you, leaving soft kisses all around your face.

“So good… Exactly as you love”.

“Yeah?” Mumbling, his right hand caresses your neck, trying to contain himself from replacing your fingers for his. He's having so much trouble with it.

“Yeah”. You reply, speeding up the pace, while your free hand gives to your throbbing clit the attention it deserves.

“Fuck, you're killing me…” He sobs onto your ear, sucking your weak spot under it.

You have to recognize that his hands feel better on you than yours, but that's the punishment he has earned by choosing the party over a night with you. Gilly's lips bite yours, tucking his tongue among them to softly caress the tip of yours. Little by little, the heat starts to flood your anatomy, stirring under his grips. He takes the risk of touring your skin with his mouth, giving you some tickles because of his rough beard, until reaching one of your nipples to attend the other with his free hand. You're about to fall into the edge, passing away to the orgasm, when you think he has been good enough this time.

Pulling out your fingers, you take them to his mouth. Gilly grunts pleased licking them. Your boyfriend grabs your wrist, sucking them with impetus, and his eyes glued on yours as you place a shaky leg over his.

“You taste fucking good…” He sighs cleaning up your juices and enjoying his favorite flavor.

“You like it?” You whisper, run out of air, stroking his strong chest with your free hand. He just nods. “You wanna make me com'?”

“Fuck, yes, baby… please, please”.

Gilly doesn't hesitate in begging you. He knows how much you like to tease him, as he does. And he looks really excited crawling down the bed to settle his torso between your legs, clinging his hands on your thighs as your legs get placed over his shoulders. His tongue licks your cunt completely, slowly, without any rush. Your fingertips travel the back of his head, slightly arching your back, while he starts to devour your beating pussy. Your moans soon flood the whole room, knowing that you couldn't have this much pleasure only with your fingers. Not even with another man. No one works your body as Gilly does. You know it. He knows it. The whole fucking crew knows it. And you can't help but feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

“Make me cum, my big boy… Only like you can do”. You whimper desperately, closing your eyes at the exact moment that he slams two fingers into your cunt.

His pace is rough, deep, fast. His lips are sucking your swollen clit as if there was no tomorrow. As if it was the last time he has the opportunity to give you pleasure. And shit. You reach the orgasm screaming out his name. You're sure that his brothers have listened to you. But you don't care at all. His mouth is clinged to your folds and he doesn't mind if your body can't handle him anymore. He continues worshiping you with his tongue drinking your sweet juices and his fingers curled inside you, pounding you. Once and again.

“Fuck…” You cry out, almost with tears in your eyes.

Rocking unconsciously your hips against his face, your thighs get rubbed by his beard, giving you dangerous shivers.

“Baby… Baby, fuck… I don't… wanna cum again”.

He suddenly stops confused, crawling over your body looking for your lips.

“Why?” He can't help but pout at you, surrounding your waist with his arms.

“Cause I want you to fuck me at home”. You brush his lips with yours, sensually, licking them. “I want you to pull my hair from behind, fucking me deep, all in four, spanking my ass…”

“That sounds good, mi niña”.

“You want it?”

He nods while pecking your lips, trying to hold on his desire for you to explode inside the intimacy of your house.

#mayans mc x reader #mayans mc imagine #mayans x reader #gilly lopez imagine #gilly lopez x reader #gilly lopez

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yer-cute-when-you-scream · 4 years

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day6 as boyfriends headcanons?? fluff and smut pls 🥺

A/N: I hope you enjoy this and I’m so sorry it took me so long to finish, I had bad writer’s block );

Sungjin

He gives you loving gazes all the time

You could be brushing your teeth and you look over to him

He’s looking at you like you’re his whole world

Oh, that’s right you are his whole world

“What? Do I have something on my face?”

“No, I just love looking at you.”

You have that romance movie cliché type of love

Your friends are jealous of the love you share together

However, he’s wary about PDA, but he will hold your hand in public

Maybe a kiss on the cheek

He just prefers to keep those intimate moments between the two of you

He occasionally serenades you with his guitar

Sometimes, you’ll ask him to play because it helps you fall asleep

He loves looking down to see you all curled up and hugging his pillow

Sex is absolutely amazing

You both praise the hell out of each other

It can get rough sometimes but that’s usually when he’s really stressed

But he always makes sure you’re okay with it beforehand too

He loves morning sex and the peppered kisses that come along with it

He loves the way you look when you’re riding him

It brings him to his knees every time

He will give you whatever you want if you ride him

You were sitting on the couch watching a show when you heard the front door open. You look over and you see Sungjin with his shoulders hanging low, he looks exhausted. He trudges over to you and you motion in front of you, “Sungjin, sit down,” you tell him, he gives a strange look but obliges. You help him take his jacket off and begin to massage his shoulders, working your hands to get the knots out. He lets out a few groans as he closes his eyes and relaxes under your touch. “Baby, why are you doing this?” he asks, curious at your sudden actions. “I knew you were practicing really hard today, I just wanted to help you relax a bit.” Your hands move down his arms, deeply massaging more. He lets his head fall back against your chest, turning his head to kiss your cheek. He wonders how he got so lucky to find someone like you.

Jae

#1 Supportive Boyfriend

He loves making you happy

You both are always joking around and pranking the others together

He loves it when you wear his clothing

Especially when the first thing he sees in the morning is you in only his shirt

“Babe, you’re drooling.”

He always makes sure you have a few of his shirts and hoodies before he leaves on tour

You will never not have any confidence around this man

He always hypes you up

He doesn’t really care about PDA

He will give you a loving kiss in public like nobody is watching

Silent giggles at night

He’s so playful with you

Being absolute crackheads together

So much kissing in the morning…plus other things

Morning sex is his favorite thing

Most of the time it happens cause all you’re wearing is his shirt

He just lifts the shirt up and slides into you

Loves pleasing you

Always eats you out like you’re his last meal

Such an amazing lover omfg

He wants to watch you come undone beneath him

He’ll definitely overstimulate the hell out of you

You were walking in the park with Jae, laughing at each other's jokes and stories from when you were younger. You looked over and saw an ice cream stand, immediately grabbing his hand and running over there to look at the selection. Before you could even grab your wallet and tell the worker what you wanted, Jae had already ordered your favorite flavor along with his own cone as he took his wallet out. You looked over to him smiling because he remembered your favorite, ”Thank you, Baby. you know I wasn’t expecting you to pay?” you tell him, before giving him a kiss on the cheek. He smiles over to you and nods, ”I know, but I still wanted to pay.” You chuckle then look down at his wallet and see in one of the clear sleeves a polaroid of the both of you. You had taken that picture on your first anniversary; you were both on the couch and he had his arms around you, and he was kissing your cheek. ”You keep that photo of us in your wallet?” you asked after he put his wallet in his pocket, the both of you grabbing your cones and walking down the path in the park. He quickly pulled his wallet back out and opened it to reveal the picture, he smiled so lovingly as he looked at the picture and remembered that day. ”Yeah, it’s my favorite picture of us.” ”Oh yeah, why’s that?” ”It’s the day I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you,” he softly said, looking over to you. You stopped at his confession, looking up at him and smiling, ”I love you so much, Jae,” you begin as you lean up and kiss him, ”You’re a damn cheesy,” you finish before slightly smearing your cone on his nose. He gasps and begins laughing, ”Oh, you’re so done for!”

Young K

What a gentleman

He randomly surprises you with flowers at work

He opens your car door for you

Actually, he opens every door for you

Even when you said he didn’t have to

But he just loves to do simple gestures like that

He always makes sure you’re taken care of

Especially when you’re sick

”Baby, I don’t want you to get sick!”

”I don't care, you need to be cared for! Now eat your soup and take your medicine.”

He’s very protective of you

But not in a toxic possessive way

You’re just his baby, you know?

He wants to make sure you don’t get hurt

Another one who’s very playful

Although, not so much in bed

He’s dominant and never lets you top

But jesus, is he so fucking great

He’ll have you crying in pleasure within 2 minutes

And that’s just when he uses his fingers

Don’t be a brat to this man cause oh boy

You’ll get punished with spankings, overstimulation, and orgasm denial

He won’t stop until you’re begging

But if you aren’t a brat

Look forward to praising and getting rewarded with what you want

Brian had taken you out on a picnic in an area that was very secluded and breathtaking, you laid in his arms, both overlooking the shallow river in front of you. Brian played with your hair as he hummed ’Fly Me to The Moon’ by Frank Sinatra, it was a scene out of a romance movie. ”The water looks so refreshing,” you stated, glancing up at him. He smiles then gets up and pulls you up with him ”Let’s go see how ’refreshing it is.” You giggle and run to the river with him, the cool water came up to your knees and you smirked at Brian and splashed him, he gives you a shocked look and returns the smirk ”Oh, you're gonna get it.” You both have a splash battle, your laughs erupting into the area around you. It ends with you jumping into his arms, he deeply kisses you then walks back to the picnic blanket and you both lay down with him on top of you. One thing leads to another and you’re both making love as the sunsets and twilight appears, a million stars shining on you both.

Wonpil

Absolutely soft for you

Loves kissing you so much

And just touching you

You have movie nights together

He can be such a romantic cliche

But you love it

He randomly surprises you with flowers

”I saw them, and I thought of you!”

He has big heart eyes for you

You could be doing a mundane task and he's just leaning on the wall watching you with a smile

Sometimes when you bend over while he's watching

His heart eyes turn to lust

And depending on whether he's in his dom or sub headspace

He either pushes you over the nearest surface and then fucks you until you're screaming

Or comes up behind you and whines for you to touch him while pressing his bulge against you

If he's in his dom headspace and you want your way

Start softly begging for him and then take his fingers and suck on them

He will give you exactly what you want

His sub headspace is so sfusud

If you're sitting down, he will get on his knees

Place kisses up your legs and tell you how much he needs you

You woke up and immediately called the dream you were having; it was a wet dream. The heat between your thighs was unbearable, you look over and see the Wonpil was still asleep, you sighed and decided to not wake him up, assuming he was exhausted after the previous night you had together. You slip your hand under your panties and begin rubbing your clit, your other hand covers your mouth to muffle the sounds trying to escape you. Just as you're about to push two fingers in, Wonpil’s voice fills the room ”What are you doing, Angel?” You halt your movements and widen your eyes, you begin to stutter while trying to find the words, his smirk is devilish as he hovers over you. ”I-I wasn't doing anything- I was j-” ”Don’t act so innocent, you had me pinned underneath you just last night,” He purrs into your ear, you crumble and start roaming your hands his body. ”Baby, I need you so much. Please touch me.” He leans down and places a kiss on your lips before replacing your hand in your panties with his own.

Dowoon

Another soft boy

He worships the ground you walk on

Makes sure you know how much he loves you everday

Ngl he is a little awkward at first in your relationship

But when he gets comfortable it’s amazing

You both have so much fun together

He tries to teach you how to play the drums

So patient with you and makes sure you don’t feel bad if you mess up

“Oops, not that one, Baby, you’re gonna hit the crash symbal not the hi-hat symbal. That’s okay though, I did that too when I was first learning! It took me forever to learn this part in this song.”

He’s always holding your hand

Anytime you ask him to help you with something he feels so happy

He loves it when you need him

And he loves it when you need him

When you need him, he feels so powerful and dominant

He’s definitely not a Hard Dom, he is sooo soft

He loves teasing you though

But when he is his usual submissive self

He is so pretty when he begs for you to fuck him

You caught him masturbating once and nearly fell apart when you heard him moaning your name

And you practically caved in when he looked up at you and pleaded for you to touch him

It was 2 A.M when you woke up to a call from Dowoon, he was on tour in a different country and even though it was only one more week until he was home, he was missing you a great deal. You groggily answer the phone, ”Hello?” ”Oh no, did I wake you up?” he asked, sounding a bit upset. You crack a small smile and reassuring him it's okay, besides you didn't have anything to do the next day, why not stay up all night talking to Dowoon? You both talk about each other's day, what was new and how his tour was going. There a small pause in the conversation before Dowoon speaks ”God...The things I would do just to see your face right now.” ”I know, Baby, I miss you so much right now.” ”One more week and then I'm cuddling you until the world ends.” You chuckle at his words, the both of you continue to talk until you end up falling asleep on the phone with him. Before Dowoon hung up, he said ”I love you so much, Baby, I'll see you when I get home.

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If you're doing the smut prompts can you do 107 with Nalu pretty please 🙏😁

Everything They Always Wanted

“Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.” Request prompt.

Sorry for the long wait, sometimes I struggle with smut now ;-; so I hope you like it :)

‘You just had to choose that snack…. Are you doing this to punish me? Feels like a punishment…. Little tease. I know it’s hot today, but really, Lucy? A popsicle? Yeah you keep licking that Melona bar, running your tongue up and down over its smooth surface. Does it taste good?’

He can feel his shorts tightening just a tad from the images playing in his mind. Slowly… her tongue flattens against the sweet saccharine on a stick. ‘I see that melon confection. Soft, milky goodness running down your throat. I could give you some soft, milky goodness too….’

His breathing falters when she glances in his direction. A naughty grin plastered on her face as she swallows the last bit into her mouth. ‘Oh no you didn’t. You little vixen! I should punish you for teasing me. Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt…. No not really, I’d never hurt you like that, but I will punish you, don’t you worry. How about…’

Snap Snap

Natsu turns toward the source of fingers being snapped at him, glaring at being pulled out of his fantasy. “What, fucker?”

Gray rolls his eyes, “dude wipe your mouth. You’re spacing out at her again.”

“So, what? I can look.”

“Yeah, but don’t have the balls to touch,” Gray quips back. “I’m getting tired of you two playing eye sex with each other, one of you needs to make a damn move.”

“Tch.” Natsu crosses his arm and leans back against his chair. “Then don’t look.”

His friend sighs and props his head up with his hand on the table. “Don’t you wanna move from just fantasizing to a real relationship? You’ve been ogling her since high school but are still stuck in the friendzone.”

“It’s… It’s not like that,” Natsu turns away from Gray. Of course, he wanted to be closer to her. But he was still relegated to fantasizing from a distance. Most of the mental images were a complete folly, and when he returns his gaze to the girl it returns to normal. Just Lucy and her friend Levy enjoying a warm afternoon with some cool treats.

“It’s obvious to everyone in the group you guys like each other,” his friend reinforces. “She’s probably just waiting for you to say something.”

Not probably, Natsu was certain that was the case. The night of their graduation, she was so drunk, he had to take her back to his house to sleep it off so she wouldn’t get in trouble with her dad. Lucy had wanted more… not just physically but emotionally but there was no way he would take advantage when she was drunk. If she’d remembered what she’d said the next day, he would have happily accepted. But she didn’t, and he left it at that. To continue pining from a distance. Two years have gone by since that night and they were both in full swing of college life. The friendship has remained intact, but his desire for the blonde had only grown.

“I’m workin’ on it,” Natsu finally responds as Lucy waves him over. “Hey, I gotta go,” he stands up and fist bumps his friend. “Gonna help Lucy with some kind of paper for her class.”

“You should help her out of her…”

Natsu cuts Gray off, “finish that sentence and I’ll tell Juvia you’re actually gay and in love with Lyon.”

Before Gray can respond, Lucy walks over and weaves her arm around Natsu’s. “Hi Gray,” she smiles at their friend then turns to her escort. “You ready to go Natsu?”

“Yup,” he smiles back. “Where’d you wanna study, my dorm or yours?”

“We can use mine.”

It was a short walk back to the dorms from the campus café. On the way there, Lucy explained the project she wanted Natsu’s help with. The subject itself wasn’t the problem, it was creating a slide presentation that she struggled with. She was familiar with Powerpoint, but the teacher wanted them to use Google Slides instead and for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out how to add audio in. It was the perfect rouse.

Lucy nibbles at her lip as they enter her dorm and she closes the door behind them. She was nervous about the real question that drove this request, but it had to be done before she went insane. It had taken courage juice the night of their graduation, yet she’d found out just how much of a gentleman Natsu could be when he’d refused her advances. That night two years ago still haunted her. But this time she was sober, and after a pep talk by Levy, Lucy steals herself to give it one more try. She needed to know for certain how he felt.

“Where’s your laptop?” Natsu turns from the desk to ask the blonde. “I don’t see it.”

“I lied,” she fidgets with her fingers and rocks on the balls of her heels. “I don’t need help with an assignment. I need… a different kind of help.”

“Oh--kay?” his eyebrow raises at her strange behavior. “What sort of help?”

She walks over to her bed and leans back against it, her eyes averted yet glancing up through her lashes to watch his reaction. “Do you remember graduation night?”

“Yeah…”

“So do I.”

Natsu tilts his head confused. “You do?”

She nods. “I tried telling you then… what I’m about to tell you now.”

He leans back against the desk to steady himself as flashbacks of that night pour through his mind. “No need,” he whispers. “I think I know what you want to tell me.”

“Then answer this,” a soft exhale leaves her lips. “I waited and waited… it’s fine, I get that you didn’t want to take advantage because I was drunk, but do you really not see me that way?” Her voice grows quieter, holding back the sadness in her tone. “I just need to know for sure Natsu why you’ve never...”

If only she knew the fantasy’s I have of her….

Natsu crosses the floor until he stands before her. “You wanna know?” He pulls her to her feet roughly so that her body crashes into his. “How for 6 years I’ve watched you from afar.” He grabs her chin, forcing her gaze squarely on him. “The jealousy when others came around…” he nips her chin. “The fantasy’s….” trailing kisses along her neck. “How I wanted to rip your clothes off…” he murmurs next to her ear. “Take you and claim what should be mine…” nibbling the shell of her ear. “But I wanted to respect our friendship until you were ready…” he runs his tongue along the shell, “are you ready?”

Lucy shoves him back and slaps him across the face. “Yeah, I been waiting! What took you so long! Did I need to grab your crotch that night and say take me or something?!”

Oh, hell yes! He grins, rubbing the spot on his cheek where she’d hit. There was his feisty girl. Natsu pulls her back to him and slams his lips against hers with all the pent-up years of frustration and lust behind it. His hands roaming down, slipping under her skirt to grab hold of her ass, bare, he finds, save for the thin string of a thong. Naughty girl.

She fights back in pretentious anger that Natsu had left her high and dry for so long, how dare he think he can just take her so easily! “Bastard,” Lucy bites his lip hard to stop his kiss.

He spanks her ass hard. “Brat!”

“You know I can be,” Lucy retorts with a smirk.

Natsu tastes the distinct flavor of iron as he runs his tongue over his lip. She got him a good one. “Bite me that hard again and your ass is gonna pay for it.”

“Awww,” Lucy teases and leans in, letting her lips linger over his, “is that so?” She sucks his lip in, running her tongue over the flesh before biting it again and earning a squeak from the man.

He had sorely miss judged her. “Ouch!” He spanks her harder the second time. “Where the hell did this side of you come from?!”

“Oww!” Lucy rubs away the sting. She stares him down with her hands on her hips and a furrow to her brow. “Pfft, you think you’re the only one that has pent up shit?!”

A permeable tension builds as a staring contest ensues. Neither moves from their positions. Lucy stands her ground and Natsu stays wrapped around with his hands gripped to her hips. He was a little confused, was Lucy really angry or was she messing with him? She’d bit him pretty hard and the first time he’d spanked her was in play, but the second time was because she’d genuinely surprised him.

But her refusal to move, what did it mean? Ugh! This was all starting to feel like that night all over again! Instead of inebriation causing a miscommunication, it was the unresolved tension it had triggered. Her resolve was unflinching this time around, and her gaze kept him glued on her. If it wasn’t for the tinge of pink on her cheeks….

“Oh, to hell with it!” Natsu growls and cups her face so quickly, forcing their lips back together into a kiss that Lucy has no chance to bite down a third time. Their teeth clash from the rushed and sloppy move, but he doesn’t stop, pressing in deeper and coveting every ounce of what he can get from her. His thoughts and emotions are on edge, waiting for any sign of push back… that never comes.

Because this is what she had waited for! Passion! Lucy grabs hold of his shirt, fisting it and yanking, toppling them backwards onto the bed. It was a fight, but not for dominance as she uses her legs to scooch them higher onto the middle. She wasn’t going to let him stop this time and weaves her fingers through his hair, gripping on to keep his mouth molded to hers. “More,” she moans when he sucks on her tongue and his canines graze the sensitive appendage. Lucy tugs at his shirt.

“Slow down, Luce… protection!”

“No…” she breathes out and yanks harder, forcing him to stop kissing her to remove the offending clothing article. “It’s fine, I’m on birth control.” She presses forward. While he pulls off his shirt, her fingers begin undoing his belt and pants. Natsu tries to stay her hand, but she swats his away, and finishes the job. “Off!”

Damn she was being demanding! And frankly this was only exciting him more. He shifts his body, sitting back on his haunches to work off the pants and underwear, as Lucy gets her top off. Her skirt was a bit trickier with her legs buttressed between his, so she shimmies them down as far as she can. Natsu grins and yanks them the rest of the way off, licking his lips as they reveal everything god had given her.

And she was ripe for the picking. Her neatly trimmed blonde curls glistened faintly from the heated juices oozing from her sex. “I swear you’ll be the death of me Luce.” His dick throbbed just from the sight of her, he could image how sweet it’ll feel to slide his way through her walls.

“Ditto, big boy,” she winks as she eyeballs what the man was packing. Natsu was a perfect fucking specimen of a man, and his dick was beautiful to her, with a slight curve and thickness that made her heart thud in anticipation.

He lowers himself over her, wedging between her thighs and pressuring his dick against her sex. This was it. This was the moment they’d been waiting for too many damn years. He looks to her once more for reassurance, gaining a slight nod and an awkward, nervous smile as she braces for what came next. He’d dreamed of this so many times, masturbated to so many fantasies…

“Wow…” he moans at the feeling of being inside Lucy, finally, it was so much better than his hand. His body temperature was higher than most, but the warmth surrounding his dick and the pressure, it felt fucking amazing! Natsu leans down, prone against her body, his hips moving in measured thrusts as her legs wrap around his thighs.

“Sooo, gooood,” Lucy groans and arches her body in time with his. She mewls, gasping when his mouth latches onto her breast, suckling around the large bosoms, and sucking on her nipples. He coveted every inch he could reach with his mouth, working the areas and leaving love marks in his wake. Her fingers thread into his hair, pulling when his teeth graze sensitive spots.

Harder… deeper… spills from her lips in repetition. “Right there!” she cries out when he shifts his angle in an upward thrust. “K-Keep doing exactly what you’re doing!” Lucy didn’t even know about the spot, but whatever he was touching upon inside her was making her see stars. A tight coil was building in her core, ready to blow at any moment. Her voice quivers from the flash of light behind her eyes lids as she spills, and her legs lock up. She cries out through the orgasmic waves, Natsu’s name a rumble of incoherencies.

“Fuck…” He forgoes her breasts and lifts himself up. With a firm grip on her hips, Natsu slams into her over and over at a quick pace. With her walls clamping down around his dick, it had spelled the end for him. As she twisted and arched with every wave, he held on, riding it for as long as he could. “Luce…” he groans as his own orgasm hits harder than any had by his own hand.

“Damn…” He falls forward all out of breath, resting his head against her pillowy breasts. It had all been too fast. He’d want to enjoy his first time with her, the whole making love thing and all. Not that he was complaining, oh no, this had been amazing for sure, but Natsu wanted to pleasure her, explore every part of her body like an explorer on a mission.

“Hey, are you okay?” She questions him, running her fingers through his hair in a soothing manner. Was he just that tired? Lucy was surprised his stamina wasn’t better.

He lifts his head to meet her gaze. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know, you just don’t seem very happy.”

“What?! Of course, I am! It’s just… well,” he looks away with a different flush in his cheeks, “I’ve never had sex before and I, you know, like in those romance novels wanted to make love to you.”

Lucy chuckles and pulls his face back, placing a kiss on his lips. The spot where she’d bit him hard was a little swollen making her feel a little bad about how rough she’d been. She’ll need to make that up to him later. “Neither have I,” she smiles, “and this was far better than any story.”

“But you deserve more.”

“I deserve you, and we have plenty of time to try new things.”

#nalu #nalu smut #nalu fanfic #nalu au #nalu fan fiction #modern college setting #prompt request #natsu dragneel #Lucy heartfilia #natsu x lucy

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T-W: Our Precious Deleted Scenes - TwstOBer Specials (Day 5)

Date Published: 5 October, 2:35 PM UTC / 21:35 PM WIB Words Count: 829 Warning(s): Spoiler to TW:OPT Chapter 67-71 and 78-80 TwstOBer Prompt: Day 5 - Dance

Leaning against the railing, Riddle overlooked at Prydain City below him. Riddle always tolerated this type of silence. It wasn't like his silent cold room where he would curl when he disobeyed his mother, but it was a welcoming coolness.

A lukewarm can was pressed against his cheek making him flinched. Looking at the culprit, Jonah was smiling at him, carrying a can of hot drink in each of his hands. "They have strawberry tea."

The corner of Riddle's lips raised as he took the warm can, Sipping the content inside, he scrunched his nose. "I like yours better."

Jonah just chuckled. The wind blew softly between them, their ahoge waving the breeze. "I've never been outside the school before."

Riddle shrugged. "Me neither. This is actually the first time I ever go out for the whole day."

"Really? What do you usually do?"

"Patrolling."

Jonah hummed. Sometimes he forgot that the boy next to him was the former Crimson Tyrant. While, yes, he was still strict, the level of punishment was better than previously. "I wonder where the other went."

"Probably they get lost in the crowd." Riddle huffed. "It was their idea, you know."

It was Cater's idea actually. There will be a firework party at Prydain City later that night and since yesterday was the last day of the final exam, the Heartslabyul decided to celebrate by going to the city. Well, it was more like convincing Riddle to join in and inviting Jonah to stick around. It was a fun day, filled with running around the city, playing in the arcade for a long time (Riddle just made a forever rivalry with the crane game), and having a giant parfait for lunch. They decided to watch the firework far from the crowd but it seemed like only Jonah and Riddle arrived at the meeting spot. The others were nowhere to be seen.

"Oh." Looking up to the sky, Jonah smiled. "It's another full moon."

Riddle looked at him strangely. "Yeah, so?"

Jonah chuckled, shaking his head. "It was also a full moon during that All Hallow's Eve party."

Riddle frowned. "You know, you never tell me the full story about that night."

Jonah shrugged. "It was a long story anyway." He sighed. "In the end, I didn't get to enjoy the party. And..." He scratched his cheek sheepishly,"... I guess we didn't get to dance that night, right?" He chuckled again. "Maybe it was better that way."

Riddle's eyes widened, remembering that one-off comment from Trey. He looked down at the half-drank strawberry tea in his hand. "Because... You don't want to dance?" Riddle didn't understand why he left hurt when asking that.

Jonah shook his head lightly. "No. I'll probably trip in the end."

Riddle clicked his tongue. "I can teach you," he mumbled.

Jonah turned to him, blinking in confusion. "I beg your pardon?"

Riddle puffed up his red cheeks before sighed. Nodding to himself he turned to Jonah. "I can teach you. Right here, right now."

"Wha-" Jonah didn't get to say anything as Riddle pulled him away from the fence to get more space. The redhead stepped back for a bit before getting himself in position. Riddle posture was poised, right arm folded behind his back while his left one was stretched out toward Jonah with an open palm.

"Jonah Argentum." For a moment, Riddle looked more regal, lips curled up in a confident smile as if he was in his element, unlike the flustering mess he was earlier. "May I have this dance?"

And really who could say no to that?

Jonah smiled. He faced the opposite and got into the same position. He put his left hand on top of Riddle. "I would be my pleasure, Your Majesty." Riddle smiled back at him.

Both of them bowed lightly before Riddle stepped closer, lifting his right arm, and Jonah spun around. They found themselves in each other arms as their silent waltz continued.

It was nothing like during the All Hallow's Eve party. It was a simple dance. Gliding and twirling with the background of the shining Prydain City behind them. But Riddle loved this. The more they looked into each other eyes, the more they never wanted to look away. Jonah, for the first time since that final exam, finally felt relief in Riddle's arms. All the tension had been lifted up from his body. He rested his head on Riddle's shoulder and the Red Queen became a blushing mess, never once thinking things could actually come to this.

Acutely they could hear the fireworks above them, signally it was already passed their curfew. But they didn't care. If they could wish for the blessing of the Great Seven to stop time so they could stay as long as they can, without caring about the future, they would do that. They would wish as hard as they can...

Because...

They had each other...

And that's all that matters...

Giving this challenge a bit more flavors, I decided to share some contents that were cut from the main fic because of reasons. Chapter 67-71 is the Halloween Special and in Chapter 68 Trey suggested that Riddle and Jonah should dance after the obligatory Prefect Dance. However, because of the whole soul-sucking ghost that happened next, they never get that dance. Originally, Chapter 80 would have a 'double date' with ADeuce and ROnah, which included a giant spicy parfait and dance under the moonlight, calling back to Trey's suggestion. However, this was cut because I really want to get to the main story quickly and felt like it'll make it too filler-y.

#TwstOBer #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland fanfiction #twisted wonderland fanfic #twst fanfic #twisted wonderland fic #twst fic #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #t-w: our precious deleted scenes #jonah argentum (my oc)#riddle rosehearts #ROnah #rose pirate

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Princess Gets A Shot -21

18+, m/f, technically OCxDiego Jimenez [Power]

Summary: Diego requests backup and then it turns out that backup really was needed.

WARNINGS: Ridiculous descriptions and ‘the code is more like guidelines’ outlook on grammar. Is it OOC if the character was given essentially zero development in canon???

Gun violence, Soft Murder Panther, the L word, come eating, pussy eating, ass eating, look, everything gets eaten here, Diego being Diego, plus size woman+fit man, actual anal, feeeeeeeels

A/N: Princess took on a life of her own and has essentially become an OC. There are infrequent mentions of her description (specifically as plus size) and her actual name in later pieces (its Bicki). She started as self-insert so she looks like me (plus size, white, short, blue eyes, curly hair). If that is not your thing, I totally understand. And do not feel obligated to read this, I will not be offended!

I’m not a fan of “plot” so be aware that most of this series is just meandering through their relationship, angst-fluff-smut whiplash style. But with dick jokes.

TAGLIST: @chelsfic @symbiont13 @nicke0115 @bunnykjm @rosee-sensuelle @girlpornparadise @mandoplease @heresathreebee @xxsteph-enrixx @jetiikad @joalsglasses @mutantcookiesecrets @demoncatstone @squidlywiddly87 @lockedoutofmyotherblog @poeedamerons @xxidontwikeitxx @kid-from-new-zealand @fleurfatale89 @allalngthewtchtower

Its 11:52am when you start shutting down your computer this Friday. Coworkers start chuckling and you roll your eyes, you know what's coming next. Tremaine pops around the shared wall of your cubicles to grin manically.

"You have the longest dick appointments ever." She waggles both eyebrows excessively and you laugh.

"Its not a dick appointment. I got a ring, bitch." You flap your left hand around in retort and she giggles madly. Your cell chirps and she makes a stern face.

"You better not be late. I bet he'll withhold punishment!" She cackles and disappears behind the felted wall to your snorts.

You grab your stuff and pull the phone out of your purse to check the text.

Take your fiancé to work day?

Increasingly, Diego has been giving you more and more access to the business. He uses literal names and real dollar amounts in conversation, its actually a little fascinating how well he manages an outfit so vast. You ask questions and sometimes help him with spreadsheets or schedules. Its all very professional and you love the contrast of how he runs the business versus his reputation.

Whatever meeting he has tonight must be more social than business if he feels comfortable enough to take you along. You trust Diego and his men to keep you safe.

What's the dress code?

You have an extensive wardrobe now, so some guidance might be helpful.

Typical club

Attached is a picture of a dark, deep, forest green suit.

Your stomach drops and your blood pressure rises. He's gonna look so fucking good.

Uhhhh. Just fucking tell me what you want me to wear

Melted my brain you ridiculous man

Sure, it feeds his ego, but its the truth. He's so hot that sometimes you don't know what to do with yourself.

The gray dress. Black shoes. Got jewelry here for you

…..no panties😛🐈

Aww yiss, you laugh to yourself.

New bling AND head?????? Goddamn bby

Don't worry, you'll earn it

You don't know if you should be amused or worried. Guess I'll find out.

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The new jewelry is a pair of very long sapphire chandelier earrings and a matching anklet. The bright blue sparkles like fire against your fair skin and makes your eyes pop. You've never known another man with such style sense.

You're standing in front of his dresser mirror admiring the earrings as they brush the top of your cleavage when Diego calls you.

"Come here, Princess. I'll give you a hand." His raspy voice never fails to give you goosebumps. When you turn around Diego is kneeling on the rug holding the anklet. Its not the first time he has helped you dress, but something about it is vaguely suspicious. Those chocolate eyes are too smirky.

You step forward and offer your right foot. While Diego fastens the band of blue stones you stroke over some newly emerging silver at his temples with a fingertip. You're so enamored with the distinguished look that it startles you when his fingers brush your inner thighs. In less than a moment Diego has his hand buried in your crotch, fingers finding your folds, and then the middle sinks into you to the knuckle.

"Aiiieee!" You yelp, completely unprepared for this development but not exactly surprised. That single finger is hot and thick, he manages to circle your cervix fleetingly.

"Good girl." Diego purrs.

You involuntarily clench tight even as you glare down at him.

"The fuck. You couldn't warn me first?" Your snarl is undermined by breathlessness as your hips roll for more. Its infuriating and amazing how quickly this man can wreck you.

"Princess." He chides quietly, "I had to check that you followed my orders like an obedient little girl." He smiles widely, clearly pleased with the both of you. Your heart trips and you curl fingers over his shoulder for balance as the heel of his palm grinds your clit. He goes on tauntingly, "Don't show this pretty pussy to anyone else tonight and you'll get a very big reward."

"Asshole. Fuck you." You moan. The dual stimulation is winding you up quickly. You gasp with disappointment when Diego pulls his hand away but it turns into a whine as you watch him suck your flavor off of his own digit.

He pulls the middle finger out of his mouth with a pop. "You will."

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The club is packed but some lackey already has a VIP booth ready for Mr. Jimenez. A huge hand lands on your lower back to usher you along, its a very couple-y move. When you sink into the plush seating Diego sits practically on top of you and wraps an arm around your shoulders. Something is definitely up here.

"So, you wanna tell me what's going on tonight?" You whisper, face buried in his neck to ensure you can be heard over the music.

Diego orders drinks, you're sure its something nasty for him and fruity for you, before turning your way. The hand on your shoulder is petting you.

"I have a new distributor as part of the side deal terms. I cannot shoot her without ruining the deal and we need this deal. But she doesn't take no for an answer. And while I respect her ambition, it is becoming… problematic." Diego scans the club as he speaks, decidedly not looking at you.

Oh really?

"Diego Jimenez. Are you uncomfortable with a woman hitting on you??" You ask incredulously. You're trying not to laugh because he clearly is.

Diego turns to glare down at you and if you were anyone else it would have the intended effect. You just smile beautifically.

"I gave you my word, did I not?" Diego huffs dramatically and glances down at your ring. Oh, baby. "And I don't like her." He shudders.

"I trust you, Diego. I wouldn't have said yes if I didn't." You intone gently. Whatever your man needs, you'll do your best to give it to him.

"Good. Now be possessive. She seems to respect women more than men. And I am not bringing my sister into this, it is ours." Diego mutters as he spots a small group of women coming in from the back. Ours? Without Alicia?? That really means behind her back. Diego, what are you doing?

You lean back casually and cross your legs. If Diego wants a calmly confident woman to belong to, then that is what he'll get.

Julio lets the tall, muscular woman in front lead the group into the booth where they sit across from you. She looks Diego up and down boldly, then licks her lips. You laugh outright and it draws her attention.

"I'm Liz. And you are…?" She leans forward to assess you. Its supposed to be intimidating but you're unconcerned. Her brown eyes are sharp, they alight on your ring as you sip your drink lazily.

"Princess." You smile without it meeting your eyes, its the icy one you reserve for frenemies and men you would enjoy hurting. Liz cocks her head and blinks, you've managed to surprise her.

"So the rumors are true. Didn't peg you as the type to settle down." You can feel Diego stiffen next to you with her reply as she turns back to him. You want to hate her, you really do, but that was a good one. That feeling remedies itself with her next words, "Although. That is more, a lot more, than I would have expected." She gauges your body and sniffs in disapproval.

The jab at your size isn't new. Or particularly innovative either. While you're certainly not amused, Diego, on the other hand, has become deathly still. You transfer the drink to your right hand and slide the left over his thigh so your fingertips slip between his legs. He is like a statue under you, so incredibly tense.

"Nothing he can't handle." You sleaze, arching a brow at her flat chest. Gradually, Diego eases while Liz snorts and rolls her eyes.

"How did you do?" Diego drawls, leaning forward to rest elbows on his knees without displacing your grip. Its a casual display of his comfort with you touching him.

"Its all spoken for. I need another load plus thirty percent. Baltimore is hungry." Liz decides to ignore you entirely. Victory.

"I'll give you twenty-five, you'll give me ten percent more of the profit." Diego continues without her agreement, "You're ambitious, but don't bite off more than you can chew." He dismisses Liz with a wave and you can tell that irritates her.

"Oh, don't worry, I don't bite the pretty ones." She is smarmy and leering. She doesn't even have any style.

"How boring." You purse your lips and look unimpressed.

"Sí. Truly." Diego huffs as he adjusts his jacket to settle back into the cushions, and further into your side. He crosses an ankle over his knee and smiles into your hair. You maintain eye contact with a silently seething Liz as she rises to leave with her girls.

Licking your lips, you slide your hand higher until you're cupping Diego through his pants and squeeze gently. Her eyes widen, then narrow with his relaxing posture as Diego melts into your public groping. She stomps off and the girls follow, one looking over her shoulder to watch you two hungrily. Something about the girl looks familiar but you can't place it.

You wait until they fade into the crowd, then turn to Diego….

Who is slouching blissfully with your dick massage. The sight makes you laugh, its adorable in a kinky way. He smiles slowly, obviously pleased with your performance.

"Perfect little Princess. You are a very good Bad Girl." Diego praises you with a low rumble. He really does look so good in this new suit. His gray shirt matches your dress, he picked it specifically to look like a matched set. A subtle sign of your status together. You're leaning in for a kiss when you hear a muffled popping sound.

Diego lurches forward to crush you to his chest and you can feel Julio at your back suddenly.

Its gunfire.

Julio picks you up around the waist and hauls you over Diego’s head and the back of the sofa to go over the railing and into Bastian's waiting hands. Diego pushes your weight up with him, then dives over, too. Bastian is dragging you toward a hallway by the time you register the location change. Your head whips around to locate Diego, left hand reaching out for him. Diego takes two huge strides to press up against you, Julio is on his back.

Another round of shots echoes in the club as people scream and panic. Its chaos, you can't tell where the bullets are coming from in your adrenaline rush and the enclosed space.

"Go, go now!" The gravelly command lengthens Bastian's strides until you pop out a side door into an alley. Manuela is outside, waving you to the Escalade. Bastian releases you to go around to the driver's side and Diego pushes you forward. You get the back door open just in time for Diego to shove you again so you land on the floor. Curling up, you give them room to climb in, too. Diego slides into the seat above you and covers you with his body, Julio layers on top of your fiancé and slams the door. Gunfire pops off outside in the alley, far too close for comfort. Manuela is still getting in the front when Bastian tears off.

"What the fuck!" You yelp angrily. As the SUV turns out of the alley, Diego tucks your head down further and Manuela returns fire. More shots plunk into the bulletproof body of the Escalade above your head and the window on the other side shatters to rain glass down over Julio. Diego growls ferociously and you reach back to grab his collar while hissing, "Stay down!"

You're not losing him. You refuse.

"Everyone's behind us, full coverage! Two more blocks and we're out, boss!" Bastian hollers as he weaves through traffic.

You keep your grip on Diego. Nothing happens for another few minutes, then Bastian whips around a corner and into the underground garage. You recognize it from the road noise and so does Diego, he sags onto you. The car screeches to a halt and everyone starts pouring out. Julio slides out the passenger side behind you and Diego crawls over you to open the door above your head and tumble out.

You lay there for a minute, shaking. Looking up reveals his men receiving orders and Manuela reloading. A large number of cartel members are guarding the closed garage door and more are headed upstairs to sweep the penthouse.

Slowly, you climb out, unnoticed in the commotion. You take stock of the damage, dozens of holes and indentations mar the black bodywork. Some are right where your head was. Too close.

It enrages you.

"AhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" You scream at maximum volume and kick the door shut with enough force to rock the heavy vehicle. The heel of your shoe snaps off to remain embedded in the metal. The garage echoes your fury and nothing else as it fades to silence.

You whip around to face Diego and his men. Everyone is frozen in place, not a single muscle tics. Your fiancé is staring at you with huge eyes.

"Kill. Her." You growl. Your shoes get ripped off and flung away with extreme force. Your voice is wrecked from the berserker scream, you sound demonic as you stalk up to him and grab his shirt. "Kill. Her!" You repeat at a higher volume. Diego squints down at you in obvious concern.

"Do you think the shooting started right after she left BY ACCIDENT?!?" You are heedless of your audience, caring only for Diego's attention. Big hands come up to your forearms, trying to calm you against your will. He watches you closely as you pant, you know your face is red because you can hear your own pulse. You go to break away and his grip turns to steel. Diego slams you back against the door you kicked closed and pins you to the ruined metal by your wrists and hips.

Your anger morphs into fear which then fades into arousal as you feel the raw power of his body, Diego is holding your wrists so tightly it hurts. Quaking, you slowly look up to meet his eyes. The bearded jaw is tense, a muscle in his cheek jumps, and his eyes are burning. But it isn't rage you see in that smolder.

"Leave us. Now!" Diego barks ferociously. Underlings scatter but your attention is captured by the powerful man you agreed to marry. He leans in close, stealing your breath, to whisper, "If I bring her to you, will you do it?"

Will you? Would you really kill somebody?

They tried to kill me.

"Yes, baby." Your voice is low but even. Your nerves may be shattered but your resolve is solid.

Diego moans roughly, his face screwed up in a flood of emotions, then dives down to take your mouth. You open wide but can do nothing else. Body limp in his hold, you don't even want to do anything. His tongue slides on yours and he tastes like dark liquor and desperation. The beard rubs your sensitive skin raw as your mouth is seized, it ignites a fire so hot that you rub your thighs together pathetically. Diego is the only person to whom you have ever wanted to just submit.

The level of trust you place in this man is monumental.

He releases your hands and steps back decisively. The sudden lack of support makes you stumble before catching yourself with a hold in his shirt. You blink dazedly, "Wha??"

Diego grips the back of your neck and steers you to the elevator. The doors open and Julio steps out with an appraising look.

"All clear. Bastian stayed upstairs, I'll take over down here. Gordita." He nods to you affectionately.

"Thank you." Your gratitude is deep and Julio smiles softly. Diego pulls you into the elevator and jabs the door close button. When you turn around to look at him you can see his big body shaking faintly.

"Baby." You breathe and reach for him. Diego allows you to fold him down into your embrace and winds those long arms around you. Its not often that Diego requires reassurance or displays contrition.

"This is my fault, Princess. And I will fix it." The dark voice in your ear is dripping with danger. Your stroke over his hair while he nuzzles into your neck, those huge hands tight on your waist.

"You didn't know. I think I was the target the whole time, despite being virtually unknown. And I agreed to come, if I had declined you wouldn't have pushed me." You squeeze his broad shoulders and kiss his jaw.

"You could have died." He whispers softly. There is real fear in his voice, his defeated posture. It breaks your heart when he croaks, "I cannot lose you."

"But I didn't. You protected me, like I trust you to do. And I could die at any time. Car crashes, freak accidents, medical emergencies, anything could happen." You reason logically. Its probably not helpful in this moment, but its just how you are.

"Fine. Fair. Now stop." Diego mutters, not pleased with your sensibility. "I misjudged. It won't happen again."

You bury your nose in his shirt to inhale, his scent calms your nerves. "I broke a shoe. It probably will happen again."

Diego absolutely loses it and collapses onto you. His rasping howls of laughter are endearing and you giggle with him. His weight makes you hunch over a bit and your cleavage jiggles with his convulsions. Diego buries his face in your ample bust and continues laughing madly.

When the elevator opens to Bastian's anxious face he just shakes his head at how weird you two are.

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Your laughter dissolves into tears the instant you cross the threshold to the bedroom. The adrenaline is bleeding away and you feel numb. Your hands shake so badly that you can't get undressed. Stumbling into the bathroom, you stand in the middle of the room crying against your will while Diego starts the shower. He pops out from behind the clear divider wall and strides right up to you, dripping wet and uncaring.

"Princess." He sighs deeply and strips the dress up over your head, dropping it to the floor. Your hands stroke over his gleaming chest, reminding yourself that he's okay, Diego is whole and unharmed. You lean your forehead on his chest and sigh as he unhooks your bra, it drops to the floor at your feet and Diego goes to kick it away… only for the strap to get caught on his toes, forcing him to flick his foot in ever more violent movements until the offending garment is flung off through the doorway and into the bedroom.

"Fucking bras." He mutters angrily.

Your peals of laughter echo in the tiled room.

"Remember what I said about the adrenaline mix being different when we used the handcuffs?" Your speech pattern is stilted from your jaw shaking violently. Diego's big hands come up to cup your breasts, thumbs rubbing back and forth over your nipples hypnotically. Gradually, slowly, your body melts into him, his bigger frame taking your weight with ease. Your voice is even choppier this time, "I'll adj-j-just."

"I know you will, Princess." Diego murmurs into your hair. Nipples now pebbled from the gentle torture, he moves on to new territory, specifically your ass. Diego grips huge handfuls of squishy flesh and kneads, lifting you to your toes. You moan into his chest, rubbing your skin on his. Backing up, he pulls you along with him, "Here, come."

Bracing your hands on those magnificent biceps, you let your fiancé manhandle you (mostly) softly. Diego backs into the shower and you're swept along with him. His hands glide higher, over your waist to settle around your upper abdomen just under your chest, and then he lifts.

"Eep!" Your tiny squawk is met with a husky chuckle as Diego perches you on the seat in the back of the shower. The tile isn't slippery with condensation yet and you're still too short to hit the high ceiling, so you can stand easily. Conveniently, Diego's face is just above your crotch.

"Turn around." He rumbles. The dark eyes looking up at you are black with hunger. Diego licks his lips obscenely and you whine with want. You have no idea what he's going to do and you want it desperately. The tile is cold on your nipples and you shiver violently. "Now be a good girl and show Diego that pussy."

Its been well over a year, mutual confessions of love, international travel, an engagement ring, and he can still flame your face and melt you with mere words. Your feet spread automatically and you sink your back to poke your ass out. Heat washes over your core and you realize that Diego is inhaling your scent. His groan of pleasure makes you drip. Huge hands climb your inner thighs to pull your pussy wide open to his inspection.

Its both humiliating and excruciatingly exciting to be in this position, precarious enough that you're cautious about moving, completely exposed, all you can really do is take whatever he gives you. One large finger bumps your clit minutely and you squeak, then he uses two fingers placed on either side to retract your hood. The direct pressure of tiny circles on your clit is electrifying, but the addition of a hot tongue leisurely lapping over your entrance liquefies your knees. You're so wet that its audible over the sound of the shower.

"Baby…" You sound like a phone sex operator and it bolsters your courage a tiny bit. "Fuck, I love your tongue."

"Mmmm." Diego's growl is almost sensory overload. He licks every inch he can reach while never faltering on your clit. You can feel his nose sliding between your cheeks and it is enticing. You must have quivered if his next words are any indication, "I'll take this fat ass, too, little girl."

And he does. His right hand spreads you wide and he licks up over your asshole, the beard scrapes your pussy deliciously raw as you keen wordlessly. Diego dives back down to spread your slick higher with each lap. The textural contrasts are driving you insane. That sinful tongue presses into you with each pass, deeper and deeper until the tip dips inside.

Everything fades away for a moment and the only thing you know is Diego between your legs. He moans and presses further, it feels indescribable. You’ve tried anal before with fingers, it was uncomfortable and did nothing for your orgasm. This feels completely different. Your hands flail, then the left reaches behind you to thread fingers into his hair. The engagement ring catches and pulls a little, making Diego jerk and sigh. Fucker has a commitment kink, the thought makes you choke.

The growl from behind you rolls up your spine and directly into your brain. Diego changes tactics to reach around your front and rub your clit the same way you do, but never stops fucking your ass with his tongue.

"I want," you whine into the wall, hips jerking. Diego rubs the goatee harder. You suck in a shuddering breath, "Wanna come. With some part of, of you. Fuck! Inside me. In-inside. Please." Your plea is met with an appreciative rumble that makes your eyes roll back. Your begging continues, "Anything, fuck, baby, please. Please please."

Diego pulls back to sink teeth into the left globe of your ass. Your yelp is muffled, but still ridiculously high pitched. He pets over your posterior, then you feel slippery fingers where the tongue was only moments ago.

"That can be arranged, Princess. Anything...huh? What about anywhere?" His breathless taunt gives you pause. One well lubed finger presses against your rear and you truly do want it. You already feel loose and pliant, buzzing with endorphins. Swallowing hard, you nod tightly.

"Yeah." The tiny squeak of submission makes your predator practically vibrate. Diego pushes gently, you can feel the slick of lubricant, both natural and artificial, everywhere. The pressure pulses gently, each push just a tiny bit more intrusive, until the tip of his finger is inside your ass.

"Fuck, bonita. Such a good little Princess." The rough praise only loosens you further, but you squirm with the new and odd sensations. "So tight," he continues with a groan, "You let Diego fuck this fat ass? Huh? Take it like a good girl?"

"Yeah, yeah. Oh my god, fuck." At this point you might agree to anything as long as he makes you come. Your back sags further and you gasp as his thick finger sinks in to the knuckle. Its a lot and you freeze for a moment. Diego holds steady, letting you breathe and assess. When no protest occurs to you, he resumes rubbing your clit and Oh holy fuckin' shit.

You know its only one finger, but he feels huge to your inexperienced body. Full and stretched, not in pain, necessarily, but you can't say its comfortable, precisely. What you can say is that it drives you wild to be pinned to the wall and pleasured almost forcefully. Your entire pelvis is trembling tautly, you can feel the orgasm welling up, building ever higher. Tears escape and your mouth goes without your consent. "Please, oh fuck. Pleasepleaseplease, yeah baby. Yeah. I want it. I want."

"Pretty Princess. Go on. Come for Diego while he fucks both your holes." The finger in your ass rotates as he repositions his hand, there's a brush of contact to your folds, and then, Fuuuuuck, then two fingers slide home in your pussy.

Your entire consciousness collapses down to your core and then snaps. Waves of contractions so strong that they make your abdomen spasm wash over you. You clamp down on every part of him that's inside you and wail. The ecstasy is only compounded by your every sense being overfilled with Diego.

"Yes, mi amor. Come for me. Come all over your Diego." The possessive tone is gratifying as Diego rides you out. Your legs shake, then buckle, your upper ass lands on his broad shoulder and Diego is quick to extract his right hand. The feeling of his finger withdrawing rapidly is intensely weird. The left hand abandons your clit to catch you in the chest, allowing your limp form to slide down his front. His hard cock leaves a sticky trail up your asscrack before it comes to rest poking into your lower back. Your legs are still wobbly and you hang onto his thick forearm for balance.

"Oh god. What the fuck. What. The. Fuck." You ramble. Did I really just come with his finger up my ass??

"Bend over." The strained rumble comes as Diego is lowering your hands to the bench, folding you in half. You teeter briefly, but manage to keep your balance. Diego grips your hips sternly and thrusts his dick between your cheeks.

"Uhh, what. You're not gonna, I don't think I can take-"

"Relax." Diego chuckles, but it is definitely strained. Those big hands squeeze meaningfully when you lean away tensely. Diego continues thrusting in long, lazy strokes as he growls, "Come on your back. Wanna see this pretty ass covered in my come."

Oh. Okay then. Your brain is too scrambled to be concerned. It only takes a dozen or so strokes before Diego is snarling and snapping behind you, painting your butt and back white.

"Ahhh, yesss. My good girl. Perfect little Princess." He slaps your ass to produce a jiggle and you crash forward into the wall. Diego flops onto the bench beside you and pulls your cooked spaghetti form into his lap. His come smears between your back and his front, Eww.

You start giggling again.

"Now what?" Diego asks wryly. He's limp beneath you, that big body twitching periodically. You take in his huge feet below your dangling ones, his long legs melted under your weight. The broad chest rises and falls rapidly, it jostles you gently, he's still recovering. His scratchy chin lands on your right shoulder and Diego lolls his face into your hair. Your fingers lace with his and rest on your rounded belly.

"You're so nasty." You chortle. "I fuckin' love it."

#damnit diego #murder panther #rough me up then dick me down #24 fucking 7 hours in this house #zash writes #lick all the things

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wordynerdygurl · 4 years

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Author’s Note: Hi All, so this was flagged as violating guidelines after I first posted... and I think the gif I used was too hot for tv. Anyway, I accidentally deleted the first one in bed at 2:30 ET... So, here we go again, like Dolly Parton would say! This story was requested by an anonymous friend. Loki, living his best life as your master. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Summary: You were always curious about being someone’s plaything. When you meet Loki maybe those fantasies can come true. Warnings: SMUT, D/s relationship dynamics, language, spanking

Maybe it had always been there. A feeling, a thought, something that you could never quite give a name to. When you were a chubby teenager, flipping through the magazines your forgetful father left in the bathroom, the photos of pretty women with their wrists in cuffs made your skin tingle. As you grew up, the internet provided you with words and phrases that matched your fantasies. But actually having a dominant lover? Being the person in bonds, forced to enjoy the delicious torture of your master, that was never going to be real. So you dated here and there. Men… boys, really, who wanted you to give them pleasure. And blow jobs. And hand jobs. And unenthusiastic sex. In the dark of night, though, when no one else was around, you thought about it and your betraying body responded. Leather restraints on your wrists and ankles, spreading your sex wide, showing your imaginary partner every inch of your skin. Rough ropes winding over your torso, across your back, around your hips, keeping you compact and tightly wound for your paramour.

You could almost feel the sting of a hairbrush on your ass. The heat that would spread from a firm smack to your bottom. How your core would clench under the abuse of a well used paddle. Living in your fantasies made the mundane acts of everyday life more tolerable.

Acts like pouring coffee for rich jerks on demand.

Having rolled your eyes for the thousandth time that day, you were unprepared for the delicious man in the black suit who looked at you like the last cake pop in the shop. He was, well, sexy as hell. And when he ordered his venti iced caramel latte with almond milk in a voice that wove a spell around you, you were certain he could tell that your knees buckled. “Uh… name?” Leaning into the counter, intimately, the customer crooned, “Loki… and you are?”

“Yours.”

Maybe it would have ended there if your first date hadn’t gone so well but this Loki character had pulled out all the stops. Dinner at a great diner where the french fries were amazing and the cocktails were hand-crafted. Nice but not too fancy, exactly your speed. Next a walk through the city where the conversation flowed smartly and sweetly, never lagging, never hitting a wall of awkward silence.

At some point in the evening, Loki had taken your hand and you had let him. It felt natural, normal, to have his fingers twined with yours. Guiding you, directing you to a place that he needed you to go, and you following him there willingly.

On your porch stoop, tense with wondering about a goodnight kiss, Loki trailed you up the stairs. At your door, Loki, in the most gentlemanly way possible had brushed your hair behind your ear. Pulling it just a little, directing you to where he wanted you most, his sweet lips pressed against your own. Teasing you and tasting you until you’d given in to his talented tongue, parting your mouth for his invasion, Loki kept you tangled tightly to him.

You offered no resistance. Why would you? The part of you that imagined begging for release loved being handled so roughly at Loki's expert hands.

The stinging of your scalp sent shivers shooting to your stomach. Loki's tongue, swiping over your teeth, twisted against your own. Lapping at your particular taste over and over again as if the flavor could be memorized.

His hands slid down your neck, over your shoulders, crushing you into the hard wood of your door. Scalded by his marauding mouth, you were panting deeply when he pulled away. “Look at you… I think you like my kisses, don’t you?”

“Hmm… yes sir.” You couldn’t say exactly what made you do it, just that it was right. “Sir? I like that. Say it again, pet.” “Yes sir.”

“I think you shall have to call me sir from now on. Do you like that idea?” “Yes sir.”

Maybe that’s where it all started. Maybe not.

“Hmm… this, this succulent thigh. This is mine.” Loki made this declaration before sweeping his tongue over the smooth skin there, lapping closer and closer to your curl covered core.

Swallowing thickly, "Yes sir." “I am so glad you concur. And this… this full, happy breast… this is mine, too.” Squeezing your heavy globe in his nimble hand, Loki sucked your tightening nipple between his lips, teeth grazing your sensitive skin.

"Ah! Loki!" "No, kitten. Not Loki. You know the rules." You did. There were two appropriate titles for your God and you hadn't used either one.

Casting your eyes downward, ashamed to meet his gaze, you knew there would be punishment. A price had to be paid for your mistake.

"On your knees, position two. NOW!"

Scrambling, you moved to the end of the bed. Position two was one of your favorites. Loki knew just how to manipulate your body when you were on your hands and knees. Lifting your rump as high as possible, knees wide so that your dripping cleft was on display, you were exposed in every possible way.

"Hmm… kitten. Sometimes I think you do it on purpose." Cupping your bottom, Loki stroked up your back, using the cut of your hips as a handle to hoist you closer to the edge of your mattress.

You wiggled. Loki saw. He saw everything. You were always so eager, something that pleased him greatly.

Coming around to face you, "Do you, little one? Do you make these mistakes intentionally? Do you want your master to punish you?"

Having grabbed your chin roughly, Loki turned your head to his, the force of it making your hair swing. His thick thumb forced itself into your parted mouth. You wrapped your sweet tongue around it, sucking the digit deeper, reveling in its texture.

Pushing firmly, Loki used his thumb to leverage your jaws apart. Opening your mouth wider, saliva starting to pool, "I could just slam my cock down your throat right now. Slide myself so deep that your nose would be at my navel. And you're such a slut that you'd love that, wouldn't you? Wouldn't you?"

Loki's words turned your insides liquid. A gush of female fluid left your inner thighs slick. Your wail was wanton, wanting and whining.

"I think six should remind you of who you are dealing with, kitten. You will count and you will thank your benevolent master for the opportunity to correct yourself."

His first open hand slap makes you rock, breasts bouncing, at the strength of it. Balling the sheet in your fists, gasping, "One… thank you, master."

Rubbing softly over your warmed skin, Loki traced the curve of your round cheeks, teasing your silken slit. Oh how you wanted to push back against him, feel him from the inside, stretching you around his invasive digits. But you didn't dare.

"Tell me, pet. Who do you belong to?"

"You, sir!" Loki chose that moment to smack your ass hard.

"AH! TWO! Two! Thank you, master!"

Without pause, Loki swung again, his hard palm connecting with your yielding bum in a searing slap. "THREE! Thank you, master! Thank you!"

Tears clouded your vision. Sore from supporting you, straining to keep yourself in place like Loki commanded, your elbows threatened to buckle. Your voice was raw, hoarse from calling out, breathless at the relentless pace your master had set for you.

And there were three more strikes to come.

Loki tangled your hair in his iron grip, forcing your back to bend, exposing your neck. "I wish you could see yourself, pet."

His tone was haughty. High and mighty, like he was looking down his elegant nose at you and your depravity. It made you wet. It made you crave Loki, his rules, his discipline. Maybe it's what made you such a perfect fit for each other.

Forcing his tongue into your waiting mouth, Loki thrust himself deeper, driving into you with the same intensity you imagined he would use later with his cock. Just the idea of having Loki sheathed inside you caused a convulsion of your core. Was it possible to cum like this?

Rising, Loki massaged your tense shoulders, his hands warm on your chilled skin. Taking his place behind you once more, his chest curving into your back, "Ready kitten?"

Nodding, you husked, "Yes, master."

Your bottom was hot after you thanked Loki for the sixth and final time. Still denied your pleasure, the need for release was a pulsing energy in your body. How Loki could hold out so long was just another nod to his other worldliness. You, after all, were merely human.

"Please sir? Please?"

"What is it you want, my darling little kitten?" After all his harsh treatment, Loki was extremely sweet, petting your hair like the good kitten he knew you could be.

Gulping, embarrassment flashing through you, "Please make me cum."

Smirking at you, knowing too well that he was in complete control of you, "I thought you'd never ask."

Rolling you onto your back effortlessly, Loki took the time to plant kisses along your jawline, your collarbone. Skilled fingers plucked at your overly sensitive nipples, rolling and stretching them in turn, making you mewl. Without touching your straining bud, Loki parted your lower lips, earning a gasp of surprise in response. Settling between your widely spread thighs, stroking his stiffened spear just to torment you, “What’s rule number three, pet?” “I am not allowed to cum until you give me permission, sir.” “Correct. And number four?” Mesmerized, you couldn’t take your eyes off of Loki’s hand, or the way it was sliding over his satin steel. Whimpering with want, “Um… Four? I… I have to ask your permission to cum.” Choosing that moment, you felt Loki toying with your entrance, giving you just an inch of his turgid length. “Indeed, you do.” Grunting, Loki filled you in one thrust.

It took everything in you to not break the rules you had just recited. Loki groaned as your velvet vice gripped him. “You’re so tight kitten. So tight. I don’t think I can hold back.” “Don’t… please! Please, let me cum with you… please sir!” Begging was something that you were getting used to, but right now you’d do that and more to release the tension that Loki had built up inside of you. His pelvis ground into your own. Wrapping your legs over his hips, Loki snapped into you savagely, sending your spiral of desire sky high. Bringing his hand up, caressing your cheek, Loki’s blue eyes captured your lust filled gaze.

“Do you want to climax, little one? Do you want to feel my release too?” “Yes, Master! Yes! Please!”

“You have been a good girl. Go on, let me feel you, darling. Let yourself go!” With permission granted your body unraveled spectacularly. Loki captured your lips in a kiss, swallowing your passionate pleas, pumping the last of his pleasure into your willing body. Holding you close, your body molded to his, you laid locked together through the aftershocks of your intense love making. After your breathing had steadied and Loki had you wrapped up in his strong arms, you wiggled closer, savoring the strength of your bond with the God of Mischief.

Maybe you loved being bossed around by Loki. Maybe you loved being held at his side. Maybe… just maybe, you were lucky enough to have a man that could both. @iamverity @brokenthelovely @nonsensicalobsessions @jessiejunebug @alexakeyloveloki @rorybutnotgilmore @vodka-and-some-sass @mizfit2 @jamielea81 @archy3001 @lots-of-loki @thefallenbibliophilequote

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trashscenariihxh · 4 years

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May I request headcanons for the trash quartet catching their fem s/o masturbating? 👀

*slams fist on table* now THIS is the stuff that gets me out of bed in the morning.

Catching their fem!S/O Masturbating: Trash Quartet

Hisoka

Hisoka is going to be delighted to catch you masturbating, and, being the creep that he is, is going to watch from the shadows for a bit and... enjoy the show, as it were. You’ll be so busy touching yourself that you won’t hear him silently approaching; you won’t have any idea he’s there until he’s literally right next to you.

He particularly likes sneaking up on you while you touch yourself in the shower (walking in on you is by no means an accident with the trash clown). One second you’ll be enjoying your own touch, and the next he’s behind you with his body pressed closely against yours. He’s hard, of course.

“It looks like you’re having so much fun...”

He doesn’t ask permission; he just does. He runs his hands over your body, grabs your breasts, pinches your nipples, kisses your neck... He likes to leave marks all over your skin while his hands dip lower... lower.. until one slips between your legs.

Of course he’s whispering filth into your ear. “What were you imagining, hm? Oh, I can guess...” He’ll continue touching you with his fingers, but he’ll start purring into your ear, telling you all the things he wants to do to you. Some of these things will be beyond fucked up too (does he want to fuck you, fight you, or kill you?)

By now, you’re overly stimulated, you’re wet, you’re aching for release. Hisoka will either do one of two things:

1. He’ll pin you against the shower wall (or position himself over you if you’re in bed) and fuck you. He won’t draw it out, but it will be fast, hard, and sinfully good.

2. He’ll do exactly as the above, except he’ll add some of that dangerous flavor to it and choke you while he fucks you.

Illumi

Illumi’s a pragmatic man, and while he’ll be enjoying watching you touch yourself, in his mind he’s thinking “well, she’s touching herself. She wants sexual release. Surely sex is better.” He’ll be on you in an instant.

I hate to say it, but he might not approach you in the sexiest of ways. You’ll be on the bed, touching yourself, having a grand time and then suddenly Illumi is there like O.O “Do you need some help?” He wouldn’t even be undressed or anything he’d just be standing there waiting.

Now it would be sexier if you, say, moaned his name. Illumi loves the idea of being on your mind while you touch yourself, so he might watch a bit, and he’ll feel himself getting harder with each moment that passes.

He might even just watch you until you orgasm, just to see if you’ll cry out his name again.

Okay sometimes Illumi just likes to exert some control over you, so it’s entirely possible (likely) that he’ll appear and just start... ordering you around? Like he’ll see you touching yourself, and then he’ll walk over to you and be all “look at me. Good. Now touch your breasts.” etc. etc. He likes it when you’re obedient.

When he’s in a controlling mood, Illumi will usually end up fucking you, and he will demand that you cry out his name when you cum.

Chrollo

Chrollo’s reaction entirely depends on his mood. If he has shit to do, he’ll just be like “heh, nice” and leave you to it. He figures you’re managing all right by yourself, and he’s a busy guy. He definitely saves that mental image for later, though.

If he’s feeling up for some fun, though, Chrollo isn’t afraid to just go for it. He’ll immediately make his presence known and with a smirk he’ll sit down near his partner (if they’re on the bed), get his cock out, and be all “sorry for interrupting... do go on,” while stroking himself.

Chrollo has some romantic tendencies, and he secretly would really like if if you guys just came together just like that while making intense eye contact. If that isn’t in the cards, then Chrollo will start taking it in another direction.

“What are you imagining? Tell me.” His words are soft and gentle but they hold so many hidden promises; tell Chrollo what you’re imagining, and he’ll make it a reality...

...or he’ll go into goth daddy mode and “punish” you for being naughty. He’ll start taking charge and begin to order you around. You will probably get spanked.

There’s no way this will end without you having Chrollo’s cock in your mouth at some point.

When he takes control, he’s ruthless. You’re going to be edged to within an inch of your life. So many teasing touches, sucks, bites, licks...

Pariston

Pariston is positively gleeful to have walked in on you. Not because it’s sexy, but because he can’t wait to humiliate you over it.

“I had no idea you were so dirty. So shameless.” Don’t even try to stop touching yourself and cover up. Pariston won’t let you. He’s going to sit there and watch.

“Tell me what you were thinking about, hmm?” Pariston wants to hear about all your fantasies, of course, but he is mostly interested in the way your cheeks burn and the tears of shame and embarrassment that are forming in your eyes when you go into excruciating detail about what you were masturbating to.

Pariston is going to do everything he can to make you feel this weird cocktail of emotion: a combination of hate, anger, self-loathing, lust, and animalistic need. After he’s gotten you riled up with his words, he’ll start getting physical. He’ll touch your breasts, your legs, your cunt... he might even go down on you as well, and you know he’ll draw that out for as long as possible.

He will not seem even remotely affected by this encounter.

It’s entirely possible that right when you’re on the precipice of orgasm, Pariston will pull away, straighten his tie, and leave without a word. If you try to confront him about this later he’ll act all innocent. Of course he had no idea just how worked up you were! He’d never want to leave you hanging like that...

Unlike the others, Pariston doesn’t really have fucking you/getting you off as a goal here. He just wants to see how far he can push you. Though of course, if you ask him nicely, he might be persuaded to fuck you. Maybe.

Oh, the degrading things he’ll say. “Are you really this much of a whore when I’m not around? What would people say if they knew...” “Oh, you want my cock, is that it?”

Honestly it doesn’t matter to Pariston if you get off or not. He’s just there for his own amusement. Get him horny enough, and he’ll join, but that’s not his intention. If he does end up fucking you though... you’re going to be sore for a while and exhausted from the orgasms. Pariston likes it when you associate humiliation and degradation mindblowing sex. He likes it even more when you get upset about it.

#hisoka #chrollo lucilfer #illumi zoldyck #pariston hill #smuttastic

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wheresfury · 4 years

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Trick me or Treat me?

~Pairings: Vers/fem!reader

~Warnings: Sex slavery AU, daddy kink, spanking, butt plug, degradation, vaginal fingering, rough sex, maybe a little bit of angst 🙈

~Word count: 1,233

~Summary: It’s All Hallows Eve on Hala and Vers has a little game up her sleeves.

~Authors note: It’s unholy week day 3!! A little one shot in the Good Girl series universe. Shout out to @fun-sized-widow-bites for vamping up my banner into a dope flashing gif 😘 Day 3- Trick or Treat! Hope y’all enjoy!

~Other works/ parts to the Good Girl series are on my Masterlist. (I will make a Masterlist for this special week once it is completed.)

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You were knelt on the floor with your eyes to the ground as Vers entertains her guests. Today was a day called All Hallows’ Eve and Vers dressed you up as a puppy, the ears, your collar and the tail the only things decorating your body. All you knew was that people like to drink and get scared on this holiday. You were never too fond of this day. Vers liked to trick people the entire week before the holiday and you were on edge all the time. She has yet to do anything to you but the day was not over just yet. The guest’s slaves were all sat next to you in a row. This was usually how home parties went, unless their slave was the main attraction. Luckily Vers had no plans to show you off which you were grateful for.

You could hear them start to play a game with candy. You heard someone say trick or treat. You were confused because who would want a trick over a treat? That just makes no sense. You hear people gagging and spitting things out so you quickly tune the noise out. Another hour passed before Vers showed the last person out. You see her feet make their way into your line of sight. Her hand lifts your chin up as the other grabs your arm to help you off of your knees. You hum as she pulls you into a deep kiss. She nibbles your bottom lip before pulling away.

“You were such a good girl tonight, baby. I’m so proud of you.” You blush at the praise as she leans down to kiss your neck. You tilt your head to the side as she starts making marks along your neck.

“Thank you, sir. I like being your good girl.” She moves her lips to your ear, nibbling on the sensitive flesh. You moan lowly as her tongue comes out to lick the shell of your ear.

“Would you like a treat, pup?” You eagerly nod your head as she pulls back. She walks to the bowl of candy that is on the dining table and brings it over to you. You look inside to find small bean shaped food.

“What are those, Daddy?” She smirks and picks out an orange one with red spots.

“These, baby girl, are called jelly beans they’re from a planet called C-53. They were a gift from my commander. The thing about these are that you could get tricked.” You look at her confused as you take the offered candy.

“Tricked? Who wants trick candy?” Vers giggles at your cuteness as she nods for you to eat it.

“Why don’t you see what you got, baby girl? Let’s see if the candy thinks you’re good or bad. If you get a bad flavor I’ll punish you, if you get a good flavor I’ll fuck you any way you’d like. How does that sound, pup?” Your eyes grow wide with excitement at the possible outcomes to this game.

“So it’s basically trick me or treat me?” She gives you a smirk as she sets down the bowl.

“Come on, don’t delay any more, baby.” You look at the gross colored bean and slowly put it in your mouth. You wait a couple of seconds, nervously, before biting down on the sugary treat. You chew for two seconds before a bitter taste hits your tongue. Your face screws up in disgust as Vers begins to laugh at your horror. The taste of vomit is strong as you subconsciously continue to chew. You frantically look around for something to spit it in when your chin is grabbed roughly.

“You got tricked, baby girl. For your punishment you will finish that piece of candy.” Your eyes start to water as she releases your chin. You’re absolutely disgusted by the flavor, that was scarily exactly how vomit tastes. You really didn’t want to know how they recreated it so well. You chew quickly as to make this torture go faster. Your eyes close tight as you finally swallow the damn thing. You open your eyes again and stick out your tongue for Vers to see.

“Good girl. You took your punishment decently. Now time for your treat.” She hooks her finger into your collar and leads you over to the couch. She bends you over the arm and slaps your right ass cheek. You jump at the suddenness of the action. She tugs at the tail plugged into your ass. You groan at the pleasurable feeling. Her fingers come into contact with your drenched cunt. You moan loudly at the much desired contact.

“Fuck, baby girl. You’re soaked for me already. Does kneeling like my pretty little whore do this to you? So fucking pretty on your knees for me, so good, baby.” She eagerly slams three fingers into your pussy. You scream out at the feeling. She gives you no time to adjust and quickly picks up her pace. Your hands grab onto the couch cushions, clawing the leather roughly. Vers bends over you to nip at your shoulders.

“Does this feel good, baby girl? Hm you like getting fucked on the couch like a whore?” You whimper as she curls her fingers deep inside your cunt, her other hand massages your clit.

“Oh yes, Daddy. I love it when you fuck me like a whore.” She hums and sucks a mark on to your shoulder.

“That’s because you are one, aren’t you, baby girl?” Your cheeks turn a darker shade of red as the shame of what you are hits you. You’ve come to terms with your slave status and yet sometimes it bothers you. How life dealt its cards to you. You were happy with Vers though, you got lucky with her. She notices your silence and slows her fingers pace.

“Everything okay, Y/N?” You release a shaky breath and bring a hand back to pull her head closer to you. She kisses your neck as you massage her head.

“Everything will be once you make me cum, Daddy.” She knows you’re hiding something and she will get to the bottom of it but for now she listens to you. Her fingers pick up the pace once again, making you choke on a moan. Her lips resume their kisses on your neck. It wasn’t long before you were on the edge.

“I’m close, Daddy.” She hums and bites down on your neck.

“Cum for me, baby girl.” Her fingers curl and hit that spongy spot inside you as explosions happen behind your eyelids. You cry out her name as your orgasm hits you. Her fingers slow down and help you ride out your high before she pulls out. You hear her mouth sucking on her fingers then releasing them with a pop. Your body completely relaxed on the couch, tired from kneeling for hours as well as the amazing orgasm it just had. Vers kisses your neck again as she helps you stand up. She carries you to the bed, laying you down gently. She tells you to relax before slowly pulling out the tail from your ass. You groan at the feeling too tired to do anything about it. She climbs in next to you and pulls you close. She kisses your ear as you drift off to sleep dreaming of a different life.

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bisexualdaemon · 5 years

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In His Calvins

a/n: Oh, hey. I was mad at Shawn over this photoshoot so I had to punish him. That is all. Enjoy 💜 Thanks to @pattinsonshawn for some key ideas. Love you, babe.

| Masterlist linked in bio |

warnings: hahaha this is 3.2k of fucking filthy sub!Shawn smut

“Cut! Let’s check that.”

Shawn exhaled in a gust. It was hell flexing and making it look natural, like his muscles weren’t’ screaming for release every time the director said action! He’d been shooting for Calvin Klein all afternoon and into the evening, doing fifteen push-ups between takes. The pictures were going to look incredible, it was just fact. He took pride in his body, you could tell in the casual way he carried himself, and he’d worked his fucking ass off for it. Hitting the gym almost everyday for five years had led him here, to his body on a fifty foot billboard in SoHo for everyone to see. To standing in front of a camera in nothing but a pair of white boxer briefs looking like a modern Greek god.

“Okay, Shawn. I think we have what we need,” the director called from the booth. Shawn jumped down from the platform he’d been walking on and shrugged into a big, fluffy gray robe. The oil clung to the loose fibers, making it a little sticky. He couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel and shower, maybe FaceTime if it wasn’t too late. He knew you liked to go to bed at reasonable hours and there were three time zones between the two of you. It sucked, especially on a day like today when he just wanted to tell you how amazing it all went and how good he looked.

He showered in the makeshift trailer they had on set and decided to go back to the hotel. Niall had called earlier, said something about maybe going out later, but Shawn was wiped. When he was in the big black SUV on the way, he got a text.

You: wanna talk before I go to bed?

Shawn: sure...wanna do more than talk? 😏

You: omg shut up maybe

Shawn: I can tell you all about my shoot...if you’re lucky maybe I’ll give you a sneak peek *wiggles eyebrows*

You: 🙄 call me when you’re back at the hotel

Shawn smiled down at his phone. Honestly, he’d choose facetiming with you over any overcrowded West Hollywood bar Niall could possibly take him to. He shot his friend a message begging out of plans. The car rolled up to his hotel and he quickly snuck into the lobby, narrowly avoiding being seen by the paps constantly haunting the entrance.

“Shawn?”

I know that voice. Whipping around, he stared at you in disbelief.

“What are you doing here?!” he was so surprised he couldn’t move. You took him in, white Calvin Klein tee barely containing his chest, and sighed. Getting up from the chair you’d been waiting in for an hour, you approached him slow so he could fully accept and process the fact that you were in fact real and standing in front of him.

“Not even a ‘happy to see–”

You couldn’t even get your sarcastic comment out before his lips were on yours. They were full and wet and covered in cherry flavored chapstick. God, you’d missed him. His arms came around you and enveloped you in his warmth. You ran your hands up his chest, noticing the way he gasped a little into your mouth when you grazed over his sensitive nipples, and threaded your fingers into his damp curls. He smelled like sandalwood and bergamot and boy. It was intoxicating. His tongue ran along the lower seam of your lips, begging for deeper entry but you stopped him, breathing heavy against his mouth.

“Shawn, we should go upstairs.” His head popped up and swiveled as if he’d completely forgotten that you were in full view of the public and not in the privacy of his room. He blushed hard, pink rising in his cheeks down to his jaw and disappearing into the neck of his t-shirt. You giggled behind your hand, reaching up to ruffle his curls.

“Come on, big boy, tell me about the shoot,” you grabbed his hand and made for the elevator. By the time you reached his suite, he was buzzing with energy, so excited about how the day went.

“God, babe, I wish I had some proofs or something you could see. I just felt so confident all day.” He shut the door behind him, sighing in disappointment at not being able to share it with you. Turning back toward him, you stalked over and slipped your fingers underneath his t-shirt, fingering the sparse hair under his belly button. He tensed beneath your touch, flexing his fingers to claw at his sweatpant-clad thighs, itching to touch you but afraid if he started he wouldn’t be able to stop.

A devilish idea crossed your mind when you saw an instant film camera sitting on the nearby desk, surrounded by Polaroid cartridges. He’d been playing around with cameras a lot lately, taking it as an opportunity to bond with Connor. You caught his eye, smirking, and his own widened.

“What if we have our own photoshoot, baby?” Leaving him panting, you walked over to the camera and picked it up, quickly inserting a fresh film cartridge, “you can show me all your hot moves.” You smiled all toothy at him and shook the camera in one hand, ignoring his jaw hanging somewhere on the floor. He’d been nodding since you’d called him baby.

“Pick your jaw up off the floor, Mendes. Time to strip.”

You’d never seen someone disrobe so fast. His sweats and sneakers were shed in a puddle on the floor, the white tee quickly following. All that was left was a very tall, very fit curly-haired boy in a pair of white Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Fuck, is he really all mine? It was astounding sometimes, the reality of him. All that skin. His abs rippled in the low light of the room. He cleared his throat.

“Uhm, babe, are you gonna use that camera?” the corner of his mouth lifted, “or are you just gonna look at me?” You shook your head to clear the fog, much to his amusement. Putting the camera down for just a moment, you evened the playing field, slipping your black skater dress up and over your head. His breath caught in his throat mid-chuckle when you revealed a matching hot pink lace bra and panty set, the demi bra hiding just enough to make his heart race.

“Now that we’re even,” you picked up the camera again, “get up on the bed and pose for me.”

Shawn blushed, that pink tint in his cheeks sending blood rushing between your legs. The ache almost doubled you over, acute and intense. He crawled up toward the pillows, situating himself in his best underwear model pose. Starting with a casual look to the side, his arms crossed over his bent knees, you snapped the first photo. The camera spit out the white square and you fanned it out like they did in the movies, barely able to rip your eyes away from him.

“Very nice, Mr. Mendes,” it developed quickly, the lower saturation evident in the lighter blue edging of his waistband, “let’s try another one.” Getting up on your knees on the edge of the bed, he looked over and spread his knees a little, widening his arms to hug the backs of the pillows. His skin glowed in the light, naturally or from a slight sheen of nervous sweat you weren’t sure. Honestly, you didn’t care.

“Look at me, baby,” Shawn followed your direction and you snapped the shutter again, barely able to keep your hands from shaking. His eyes looked black, darkened with lust, the usual light brown traded in for a dark molasses. At this point the camera was just a prop, the roleplay a farce in light of what was about to happen. You dropped the developed Polaroid and moved forward, crawling on your hands and knees toward his spread legs. He stretched out his legs to accomodate you, letting you straddle his hips, hovering just over where he wanted you most.

“One more...a smile this time,” you grinned to encourage him, lifting up the eyepiece to your face as he stretched his arms behind his head, his lips splitting into a radiant, heart-stopping smile that took your breath away. Somewhere a shutter snapped. It might have been in your hand, but you weren’t sure because it wasn’t there two seconds later.

Shawn had thrown it down the bed.

He pulled your face into his, immediately groaning into your mouth as he pushed his tongue inside. Licking into you, he played with your tongue, remembering how good you tasted. His hands were in your hair, on your waist, running up your shoulders. They were everywhere. He was everywhere. Your tongue, your nose, he filled your senses. You ran your hands down his chest and this time he gasped when you focused on his nipples. Smiling against his mouth, you trailed a line of kisses down his jaw to his neck, over his developed chest, and down to the tiny pink peaks that screamed at you through his shirts all the goddamn time.

You circled one with your nose, enjoying the feel of goosebumps that rose up in response. His breathing was ragged, a contrast to the silence in the room. He combed his fingers through your hair, an encouragement but not a command to just fucking devour him.

“Tell me what you want, Shawnie,” you whispered against his skin, your breath flowing over his straining nipples. The sound that burst from him, somewhere between a whine and a moan, was glorious. His fingers shook in your hair as he pieced together enough control to form a broken sentence.

“Mouth...on me….”

“Oh?” you pressed a close-mouthed kiss to his hardened bud, “like this?” He whined again, his chest lifting up off the bed to prolong the contact.

“More.” His voice was straining, raised an octave above his normal pitch. You locked eyes with him, a serious set to your brow.

“You’ll take what I give you.” His face fell. Brat. You lifted up and settled back against his thighs, close enough for him to feel the heat radiating from you through the thin cotton of his poster boy underwear. Pushing him back with a spread palm, you leaned down again, flattening your tongue and licking a wet stripe through the center of one defined pectoral.

“Oh, fuck,” he mewled, spurring you on. Taking his pert nipple into your mouth, you flicked and licked and sucked, his hands braiding into your hair to hold you against him. You ground hard into his lap, moaning into his chest when you felt him impossibly hard against you. He squirmed underneath you, bucking, grinding, trying to feel something, anything more than what you were giving him. His hands started to roam, to grab, to try to control. Trailing your tongue in one last loop, you bit down.

His cried out, his body going rigid and stilling immediately.

“Good boy,” you purred, shifting against him, your wet panties leaving a damp spot on the fabric that still contained his straining cock, “now don’t move again until I say.”

He nodded, his curls whipping in and out of his eyes with the vigorous movement. Gripping the expensive hotel comforter, sweat collected on his brow, the heat from his body deepening the gorgeous blush creeping down his chest. He was a vision under you, chest heaving, his mouth hanging open, panting, with the effort of staying still. You could tell that he’d like nothing more than to rip your panties off and fuck you into oblivion, but you weren’t going to let that happen. Not until you said so.

Unhooking the pink lace behind your back, you arched back to give him a show. A little extra torture in his current state. He whipped his head to the side and closed his eyes, overwhelmed and unable to look at you.

“Ah, ah, baby,” you leaned down to whisper in his ear, “I want you to look at me when I take you inside my wet cunt.” Shawn moaned at your filthy words, opening his eyes. They were so fucked out, dark and glassy with lust. You grabbed his chin and pressed a searing kiss to his lips before sliding back down his legs, keeping your eyes locked.

You slipped your hands beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs, fingering the brand name stitched into the elastic. He was so fucking hot like this. You wondered what Calvin Klein would think having their big new ambassador writhing and moaning incoherently in their underwear. What an ad that would be. Grabbing hold, you ripped his Calvins down his legs. He sprung to life before you, resting, weeping against his lower abdomen. You crawled back to his hips and exhaled, wet and hot, along his length. He flinched, a long, low moan cascading from his chest.

“I can’t...I need…” he muttered disjointed phrases. His hips were digging a hole into the mattress, resisting the urge to seek friction where he wanted it. His phrases soon turned to low whimpers. Watching him, you couldn’t be sure he was coherent. In fact, when you settled back above him, panties forgotten, and pressed your dripping wet heat against his cock, you watched a tear travel down his temple and into his hairline.

But before you’d let him fuck you, you wanted to play with him first. Instead of taking him inside, doing exactly what he wanted you to do, you brought your hand down your stomach, lower, through the little thatch of hair, and rubbed soft circles around your swollen clit. He looked down at your hand and groaned, his cock growing harder beneath you. You continued to rub, applying firm pressure, grabbing and pulling at your own nipples, head thrown back. Moaning. Moaning so hard he could feel them through your lips wrapped around him. The fire in your belly stoked, coating his cock with your warm wetness. His mouth hung open like his voice was caught in his throat.

“Tell me what you need, baby,” you shifted, your voice fucked out, pulling a hiss from him before he could answer, “I know you wanna please me.” His whole body was wound up tight, biceps straining against the pillows where he clasped them to keep from moving. You could tell he wanted to move, needed to move, or he was going to lose it before ever feeling inside. He wasn’t going to last long, but the night was so very long.

“Shawn,” you commanded and he blinked, coming out of some place deep inside himself, finally seeing you. “Answer me.”

“I...want you…” he paused to draw a ragged breath, “to ride me.”

“Oh, I’m so glad,” you lifted a few inches off his hips, gripping the base of him and ignoring his gasp, “because that’s exactly what I want, too.” You sank down, all the way down, and felt the pleasure-pain of him stretching you, felt his pulse inside you. Leaning back, almost far enough for your hair to graze his thighs, you braced yourself and slowly shifted your pelvis in a circular motion.

“Jesus, fuck,” you breathed, “Shawn, you feel so good.” His eyes were closed again, savoring the moment. Instead of a command, you used a much more effective tactic. You reached up, thanking the gods for daily stretching, and pinched his still bite-reddened nipple.

His eyes blew open, the pupil almost completely consuming the iris, “ohmygodohmygodohmygod.” You loved it when you rendered him wild and irrational. It was the perfect time to lift up, separating your hips from his, and quickly slam back down, your skin slapping in the wettest, filthiest sound.

You established a rhythm that way, hard and fast and wet and smooth and totally obscene. Shawn’s hands came to rest on top of your thighs, massaging your muscles while your fingers took purchase in his hair. He never tried to take control, not once. Not even when you took his hands and guided them over your abdomen to your breasts, his rough fingertips grazing your fucked sensitive nipples. The veins in his neck stood out from the strain of his complete restraint. He was fighting so hard. You could tell from the sweat pooling in the valley of his chest, the scrunched set of his brow, the fucking sound of his rough and uneven breaths, coming in bursts now.

“Shawn,” you shook your head in pleasure, “Shawn, fucking move with me. Take me now.”

The sound that came out of him. A growl….no, a snarl. It was the sexiest sound you’d ever heard.

He lifted off the bed at the waist and brought his arms around you tight, pressing you firmly against his chest. You kept a firm grasp on his hair, forcing his face up to yours and taking your fill of his mouth as he rutted up into you. Over and over and over again he hit that place inside you that only he ever had.

The noises that filled the hotel room were lewd, vulgar. Wet skin against wet skin, curses that strung together. You were close and you knew he was too. You could feel his body twitching in his shoulders, his abdomen, his thick cock thrusting in and out of you. The ocean threatened on all sides. The wave was coming. There was only one thing you had to do to make it all come crashing.

You moved in close, taking the tiny silver hoop in his ear and tugging a little before whispering, broken and rough but sugary sweet.

“Are you my good boy?”

He couldn’t fight it anymore.

His back arched and he yelled his release, gripping your hips tight to still them against his. The pulsing sensation of his thick come inside you sent you over the edge, a moment of complete white, followed by oversaturation. He collapsed backward onto the pillows, you following on top of him, breathing asynchronously. His chest lifted you up in progressively longer intervals as his breathing evened, fingers tracing patterns on your back.

“Holy fuck, babe,” he let out a chuckle, “I wasn’t expecting that.” You propped your chin up on his chest and smiled, blowing a piece of hair out of your face.

“You never answered my question,” you fingered his chest hair, scratching lightly at the skin with increasing pressure, eventually leaving a set of livid red marks in the center of his chest.

“Are you my good boy?” you asked, like it was the simplest question in the world.

He twitched inside you at the implication, the promise of what was to come no matter what his answer. They had all night. And he recovered quickly. He smiled into her strawberry-scented hair and tried to make his voice as level as possible.

“What if I want to be bad?”

😈

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evansdowneyxstony · 5 years

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Take Me, I’m Yours

Pairing: Chris Evans/Robert Downey Jr.

Warnings: Dom/Sub, explicit content, humiliation.

It was late. Very late.

Usually, him leaving the house at 2 am on a Friday night would be completely unheard of.

He wasn’t getting any younger, and these days it was nice to just stay home with a cup of his favorite tea while sitting on the couch with his family, watching silly movies or just talking.

Yeah, he never went out this late. Ever.

Except for tonight.

Tonight, he was standing outside of Chris Evans’ front door, patiently waiting for the man to let him in. He heard footsteps, and then the door opened, revealing a smirking Evans.

The other man was wearing a simple pair of joggers and one of his usual Under Armour t-shirts, the ones that were so tight they never failed to make Robert’s stomach turn with familiar want.

“You came.” He said nonchalantly, like he didn’t really care about Robert being there at all, like he didn’t give a shit either way.

Instantly, he felt his dick harden and had to force his voice to be steady when he replied.

“Of course. You called, didn’t you?”

God, he felt pathetic. He was pathetic, coming here in the middle of the night, dropping everything just because the blonde had texted him a simple “come over”.

“Well, technically I didn’t. It was just a text.” He moved aside and let Robert in, closing the door behind them.

“Saw your tweet. Couldn’t go a single fucking day without tweeting about me, could ya? God, you’re so starved for my attention. It’s pathetic.” His words were cruel and his eyes were hard, steely blue pits. Robert whimpered and felt his knees buckle, more than ready to start begging.

“Chris, please. Please” All he got in response was a mocking laugh and a huge hand closing around his throat, making him moan pitifully and try to close the space between them.

He was pinned against the wall by that amazingly strong, hard body in a matter of seconds.

“God, don’t you have any dignity? First, you buy me a fucking car for no reason, then you spend every waking moment posting about me on social media, and now this?” Evans says in a mocking tone, sliding his hand from where it was holding the brunette’s neck to place it on his stubble-covered cheek.

Robert melted into his touch as soon as he felt it, helplessly tilting his head up towards Chris and opening his mouth as if he was a desperate slutty teenager instead of a Hollywood star well into his fifties.

“I’m sorry, Chris. I just can’t help it. Will you kiss me, please?” He couldn’t even bring himself to care, as long as he could get Evans to touch him, or even kiss him.

It was all worth it.

“Kiss you? Oh, i don’t know. I guess I could, but I’m not quite convinced yet. Maybe if you beg a little harder...” Chris pretended to be thinking it over, slowly pulling Robert’s pliant face towards his own and stopping at the very last second, leaving only a couple of centimeters between his lips and the older man’s parted ones.

Robert opened his eyes (which were rapidly getting filled with tears of frustration) and desperately tried to express just how bad he wanted this to the blonde, who was still looming over him, with his perfect, handsome face twisted into something feral, dangerous.

He wanted to drop to his knees and worship him.

“Please, Chris. Kiss me, just once. I’ll do anything you want, just... please.” The tears in his eyes were on the verge of falling by now, and Robert feels like he’s choking, like he won’t survive unless Chris gives him what he is so desperately asking for.

And he does.

God bless him, he does.

Fireworks exploded behind his closed eyelids when he felt the claiming pressure of Chris’ delicious lips on top of his, forcing them to part and aggressively shoving a strong tongue into his mouth, which he readily accepts without a fight.

He stood shakily on his tippy toes as he let the other man claim his mouth as he wished.

Robert made a point of staying very still as the blonde absolutely ravished his mouth, not even daring to move his hands, afraid Chris will stop if he does. And God, that’s the last thing Robert wanted.

He needed this like he needed the air he was breathing, and he intended to enjoy it for as long as Chris was willing to give it to him.

It was over way too son, though, with Evans pulling away and chuckling meanly when Robert tried to chase after him, whimpering when the bigger man pinned him against the wall again and shook his head condescendingly.

“C’mon, Downey, you know better than to try and pull that shit on me.” He drawled, clicking his tongue and narrowing his stunning blue eyes.

Robert recoils instantly, sticking his back to the wall and lowering his eyes before frantically muttering sorry, i’m sorry over and over until Chris is laughing at him, roughly grabbing his chin to force him to meet those beautiful, punishing eyes of his.

“That’s enough now. I can’t stand the pitiful sound of your voice any longer. Get on your knees.” It’s a clear order, and he follows it without even thinking, his body moving almost by itself, knees buckling as he gracelessly stumbles to the floor.

He’s growing more and more desperate, being so close to the blonde’s perfect cock now. He can feel his mouth watering with how much he wants to suck it, but he knows better than to beg without being asked to, so he begins to rub his face against Chris’ covered bulge, whining softly, knowing how much the other man liked that.

“That’s it, Rob. Such a desperate little slut for my cock. Who would’ve thought the great RDJ would beg on his knees for some Captain America cock?” A jolt of humiliation went through him at the deprecating words, and he felt his dick getting impossibly harder, wetting his boxers and making him thrust against the air, desperate for the friction he wasn’t getting.

“I am. Oh god, I want your cock, Chris please let me- let me suck it, please? I promise I’ll be good, you know how good I am with my mouth, just, please, let me-“ Chris interrupts his frantic rambling by sliding a big hand into his hair and tugging hard, forcing the older man to look up at him, effectively shutting him up.

“God, you’re so lame. You’re lucky I’m really fucking horny tonight. Go ahead, suck it.” The blonde groaned, shoving his big fat cock into his willing, open mouth with a rough thrust that had the older man’s eyes rolling into his head.

“Fuck yeah, that’s a good mouth. That’s a good fucking mouth.” Evans growls as he fucks his cock in and out of Robert’s mouth, making him choke. “Probably the only good thing about you besides your round tight ass.”

Robert lets out a whine at the cruel, demeaning words, not being able to stop himself from humping his throbbing crotch against Chris’ muscular leg like a bitch in heat.

He slurps and swallows around the big cock that’s currently filling his mouth so deliciously, trying to distract the blonde from the fact that he’s trying to get off against his leg.

Apparently, it doesn’t work, because next thing he knows, Chris is pulling his hair hard enough to make him moan and get off the cock.

“What did I say about trying to get off without permission? If you keep this up, i’m going to send you home and just jack off by myself. Is that what you want?” He growled down at Robert, a frown scrunching up his handsome face.

“No! No, Chris, I’m sorry, I’ll be good now. Promise. Don’t send me home, please.” He got as close as the strong hand tangled in his hair would allow him to press reverent kisses all over the blonde’s cock, rubbing his whole face against the hard appendage.

“Please” Another wet kiss.

“Please” He sucked the entire head into his mouth again, moaning contently as he set on giving the man as much pleasure as he could, twirling his tongue against the sensitive foreskin and applying as much suction as he could.

Chris was right, after all. He did suck cock like he was born for it. And he loved it.

“Oh fuck.” The blonde growled, thrusting in and out of the brunettes pliant mouth again, seemingly unable to stop himself. The realization made pride bloom inside Robert’s chest.

“Fine, you can keep going. But this is your last chance, so you better watch yourself.” Chris warned.

Not needing to be told twice, Robert got back to work, sliding his mouth up and down that massive, delicious cock as he let out helpless little moans and tried real hard not to move his aching hips.

Soon enough, Chris was taking control, grabbing his hair and fucking Robert’s mouth like it was his to use, and the brunette let him, focusing on just kneeling there and taking everything Chris felt like giving him.

His head felt like it was full of cotton, and his chest was so, so light. His eyes were unfocused and he felt the rush he could only associate with all the drugs he used to do back when he was young, lost and reckless.

With all the stress being as famous as he was caused him, he never got to really let go and just lose himself in sensations like he was now. The only one who could make him feel like this was Chris, as he always not-so-kindly liked to remind him. The blonde had him right where he wanted him, and Robert was so good with that it even scared him sometimes.

He lost track of time as he knelt there, at Chris’ feet, only coming back to himself when he felt the blonde’s grip on his hair tightening and the familiar throaty growl he let out when he was just about to come.

Robert closed his eyes blissfully and took everything Chris gave him, whining happily as he felt warm, sweet-sour semen filling his mouth to the brim.

Chris always came so much it spilled out the corners of his mouth, but he didn’t mind. In fact, he loved it.

He loved to let his jaw slack as he felt the warm cum spilling out from his abused mouth to run down his neck, staining his expensive black Gucci shirt white like a claim.

He loved to savor every last bit of the blonde’s juices, leaning forward to slurp at his spent cock in search for more of that addictive flavor.

Chris usually just let him bask in it, until his over sensitive cock forced him to grab the older man’s head and remove it from where he was still greedily sucking him in.

“Hey, that’s enough now. You were great, as usual. Like I said, the only thing you’re good for.” The compliment disguised as an obvious insult made the brunette whine from where he was still kneeling, knowing he couldn’t get up without Chris’ permission.

He felt like he was about to explode inside his jeans, his dick so hard it ached. He looked up at the other man with pleading eyes, begging for a release, for anything Chris would give him.

“Alright, fine, i think you’ve earned it. Rub up against my leg, and make it quick. I’ve got a flight to catch in the morning.” He drawled, his voice bored and annoyed.

Robert jumped at the opportunity, hugging Evans’s strong calve as he rubbed himself all over the man’s ankle and lower leg, whining pitifully and panting against rock hard abs.

He was so close, so, so close...

He came with a muffled scream against light-brown pubic hair, feeling all the pent-up energy and unbearable lust leaving his body, being replaced by relief and leaving behind only a delicious, hazy feeling of warmth and toe-curling bliss.

He went light-headed with the force of his orgasm, feeling his pants getting ruined as he spilled his load inside them like a horny teenager.

He didn’t know how long he just sat there, whining happily and still nuzzling his face against any part of the blonde he could find, but eventually there were hands in his hair again, and his face was being lifted to face the blonde’s worried one.

He pulled Robert into his lap with his strong arms, caressing his hair and peppering kisses all over his face.

“Jesus, Rob, that was awesome. Are you okay, honey? Was i too harsh? You know i always worry when you come up with stuff like this.�� Those sky-blue eyes were no longer cruel, but shining with concern and their ever present warmth and love for his co-star.

“Mm-hm. We should do that again sometime, Mr. Evans. You’re so hot when you get all dominant and mean.” His words were raspy and muffled against his boyfriend’s throat, and he felt more tired that he had in years, but this was by far the best sex he’d had in a long time.

“Okay.” The blonde laughed in disbelief, pressing more kisses to the brunette’s hair as he got up from the couch and headed towards the bedroom.

“Whatever you want, baby. Whatever you want.”

#evansdowney #chrobert #downevans #chris evans #robert downey junior #my fics #evanstan fanfic #nff #smut #stony

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sissyboy-available · 3 years

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I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself, so here is a brief presentation of who I am.

I am 60 years old and I am not a faggot who is satisfied with the size of my clitoris, its small size reminds me that I am not a real man. So I am a submissive fag and my place is on my knees. I shamefully admit it if I still love women; I love cock and men. Since men are more demanding, I have become an expert cock sucker. By force of habit I have learned to love sperm and now I really taste it with its different flavors as one would taste wine. Although less expert in the practice I appreciate just as much the cyprine of women and even better the mixture of both. Well, all these delicacies I swallow them so as not to lose the slightest taste of them. Sperm and cyprine are rewards, and are essential in my daily diet. I am as considerate with the balls of males as I am with the vaginas of females, and I lick the ass of both sexes with equal ardor. My sexual attributes are negligible as they are small and unusable properly. I am therefore only a tool to please cocks. All the cocks. I am never afraid of a big cock, I love them like all cocks. No cock is too big for a fag like me. I have two holes, both must be used. But also a tongue that the ladies who used it never forgot. I always manage to put my buttocks in evidence and if possible to expose them by leaning forward at the slightest opportunity. I don't understand why women and men like to spank me with their bare hands. Sometimes it happens to me several days in a row, I have the impression that everyone wants to leave their mark.

My asshole has become a real pussy that I am able to loosen or tighten at will. I have a tight but flexible ass that can be loosened according to my taste. I let myself be fucked anywhere and even in the open by the first person who comes along because I have learned to never say no to a cock.

I never masturbate of my own accord like a man, I fill both my holes while rubbing my little willy like a dirty girl would do with her clit. I also love to just finger my asshole.

When a man tells me to, I love to bounce on his long, hard cock. Sometimes his wife watches or hits me and pinches me to encourage me and then inflicts some punishment or dilation. My real orgasms only come from getting my ass fucked.

Sometimes I have to jerk off like a boy, it's very painful and when after long and great effort I end up having some drops of ejaculation it doesn't even relieve me and I feel a real disgust of myself. When a session ends this way I get depressed until I find myself being fucked hard by a woman or a man. My body is always available for whoever wants it and never refuses anything to either women or men.

I am always smooth and waxed all over and I sit like a girl when I pee.

I work my ass off so it can handle being fucked every day by big dicks.

I always treat strap-ons like real dicks and I have a dildo which for me is a "comforter" (The comforter is important for baby because it allows him : To better cope with separation anxiety; ... Psychologists speak of the blanket as a "transitional object". ) because it is with him that my first mistress took the cherry out of my anus and then offered me to two men of her clients.

I don't have a boyfriend or a girlfriend, I have mistresses and masters who give me up in turn to others. I don't consider myself as a person but as a pet that is also used as a fuck toy. I never have a personal opinion, I do what I am told and how I am told. I know how to satisfy a woman's pussy with my mouth, just like a man's cock. I am not very eloquent and I never express myself clearly because I am very impressionable but it doesn't matter because I am not asked to speak but to suck and lick.

I don't feel degraded or humiliated because I know that I was only born to serve and as proof my taste for obedience and my atrophied sexual attributes.

When I go out I always have the ulterior motive of being fucked by a stranger. So I dress in a way that a trained eye can guess what is inside me. I like the feeling of wearing a tight corset that fits my body under my clothes. It forces me to unbuckle myself, which makes me look a little more like I'm looking for a cock. It forces me to change my gait, which makes me look a bit more like I'm looking for a cock.

Women don't like to be groped, but when it happens to me I don't see any inconvenience and I appreciate these gestures and encourage them to continue. When sometimes a woman approaches me, it's rare but it happens, I never fuck them, they fuck me and they are never disappointed because they understand in advance what I am. I never fuck anyone, but everyone fucks me and that suits me fine. I'm happy like this and I don't want it to change, even if sometimes I have to bear the punishment when I behave badly (or when it is judged so) or to educate me and make me progress...

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kirishimeth · 6 years

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Saeran x MC - Peppermint

This fanfiction idea came to me when I came across a headcannon saying that Saeran probably smells like peppermint.

Saeran always smells of peppermint.

He always has traces of that peppermint scent about him. You can even smell it through his cologne.

Like, for some reason the scent of peppermint always lingers about him?? You don’t know how or why because you’ve never seen him chew peppermint flavored gum, and his cologne smells nothing of peppermint. He’s obviously not the type to use peppermint scented creams, so how. does. he. always. smell. like. peppermint??? Is it his shampoo? His soap? Laundry detergent? Maybe he secretly takes baths with peppermint salts and bath bombs? Who knows…

It’s a mystery you’ll never solve.

Instead, you enjoy his peppermint scent. It’s a scent unique to Saeran. It’s cool and refreshing, like a breath of fresh air. Sweet, but sharp as well, just like Saeran. It’s a perfect scent for him. Every time you smell peppermint, it reminds you of him. Whether it’s out in a store or when you come across peppermint candy canes during Christmas, the first thought that pops into your mind is “Saeran”.

Usually, you end up secretly sniffing Saeran every time he’s around you.

He’s reading a book? Perfect. He’ll never notice you lean in slightly.

Cuddling? Even better. You can stuff your face in his neck and sniff his scent in.

It’s strongest around his neck. And he’s tall compared to you so you’re never able to smell his neck if he stands up.

You feel so incredibly light headed and happy when his scent envelops you. It’s like a warm feeling deep within you blossoms and wraps you up like a protective blanket. His scent is just so reassuring; he’s there with you.

It really confuses Saeran when you suddenly come up from behind him when he’s relaxing on the sofa and wrap your arms around him torso, only to bury your face into his neck.

“MC, what are you doing?” he’d ask you monotonously. You know he’s blushing furiously though. You can tell by the red tinting the tips of his ears.

“Hugging you,” you’d reply nonchalantly as you’d take the opportunity to inhale deeply.

“You can always just come up and hug me from here. I could give you a proper hug,” he’d say, gesturing to the spot in front of him as he’d stand up. Your surprise hugs always flustered him. He preferred initiating such things since he would be mentally prepared and have his defenses up, which would result in less blushing and less stuttering and just less embarrassment as a whole.

And there would go your chance to smell the peppermint.

It confuses Saeran even more when you pout slightly as you reluctantly give him a short hug and walk away.

Usually you love his hugs so what’s wrong now?

His scent is like a drug to you. You can’t go through a whole day without sniffing your boyfriend at least once.

You just can’t help it. You’re aware that you probably look like a creep, secretly sniffing him. And god forbid if Saeran ever notices. He’ll probably file a restraining order against you or something.

You’re willing to take the risk though, especially if it means getting your daily dose of the Peppermint Boyfriend™ scent.

It’s best when you’re making out. Sometimes when Saeran feels bold and initiates the make out sessions, his peppermint scent suddenly intensifies, floods your nose and renders you senseless.

And because his scent is the only thing you can understand, his first few kisses taste like peppermint too, before he deepens the kiss. That’s when you lose your mind completely and surrender yourself to him.

You can’t imagine life without his peppermint scent.

So when he found out the reason behind your surprise hugs and your reluctant behavior to accept his hugs right after, you thought your life had officially ended.

Saeran had been relaxing on the sofa, reading, when you snuck up behind him. Since he was a bit moody today, you knew he wouldn’t really appreciate a surprise hug or tackle, so you tried being subtle and casually walked by, trying to squeeze in a sniff.

“MC, were you….sniffing my hair?”

As soon as he asked that, you knew you were screwed.

Bye bye peppermint.

Hello restraining order. Sure, you were a fan of the smell of fresh books and paper, but restraining orders? They just kinda suck the happiness out of the scent…

“Maybe?” you said unsurely.

Saeran stared at you when you confessed your crime. You avoided eye contact and started fidgeting. You suddenly broke out into a nervous babble when Saeran’s eyes remained trained on your face.

“I just can’t help it, You have this weird peppermint scent always lingering around you, and now it’s become part of my every routine to get that scent in my system because it reminds me of you, It’s so warm and sweet but sharp and cold as well, just like you, It’s such a perfect blend, It’s so perfect Saeran I can’t even begin to describe how happy it makes me feel, I just love it so much because it’s your special scent and I love you too and please don’t file a restraining order against me, I promise I won’t be creepy anymore,” you said in a single breath as you squeezed your eyes shut.

A long silence stretched on, lingering heavily in the air as you felt your cheeks flare red due to the embarrassment of the situation. Then-

“Pffft-” Saeran burst out laughing.

Your eyes flew open, only to find your boyfriend struggling to breathe.

You were amazed. You’d never seen Saeran laugh this hard before.

Maybe except for that one time when you were cleaning the house and Saeyoung came out of nowhere, stubbed his toe on the corner of a wall, tripped over, slipped on a stray Honey Buddha chips wrapper and landed into the bucket of dirty water that you were about to throw away after wiping the floor clean. He had to get a new pair of glasses that day. Turns out, he kept several identical frames in his wardrobe.

You stared at Saeran as he struggled to catch his breath. Slowly, a shaky smile formed on your face as you started laughing awkwardly, still confused and unsure at Saeran’s reaction.

“Why…why are you laughing?” you asked when he finally caught his breath.

“Why would I file a restraining order against you?” he asked as a bubble of laughter escaped him.

“Because I was acting creepy…” you said shamefully as your head hung low. “And sniffing you…”

You didn’t see Saeran smirk. And you certainly didn’t notice when he reached out for you. He pulled you over the sofa as a yelp escaped you. Your world turned upside down momentarily, as Saeran hovered over you, trapping you under him.

Peppermint flooded your senses.

“If you like my scent that much,” he said as he teasingly came closer to you. “Then you have to earn it. I’m going to punish you for all those times you hugged me for the sole purpose of sniffing me,” he said huskily in your ear, his lips brushing it as he moved them down to nibble on your ear lobe, then kissing it. A soft whimper left your lips at the action as you felt your core immediately heat up and tingle. You were left speechless as Saeran moved from your ear down to your jaw, leaving a trail of kisses across your jawline.

Oh god, that peppermint scent was so good.

“But then again,” he said between his kisses. “I was in a pretty bad mood today…and you made me feel better. So I suppose I could reward you a little…but your punishment is still due.”

Your breathing turned rapid as Saeran’s hand skillfully travelled under your shirt, lightly brushing your skin. A shudder coursed through you as you closed your eyes. Every place Saeran touched felt like it was on fire.

Saeran studied your expression with an amused look. For someone so bold, you would always melt when it was him who took the initiative.

He moved down and buried his nose in the crook of your neck. He inhaled deeply and your eyes flew open.

“You’re not the only one addicted to a scent. Yours is equally as addictive to me as mine is to yours,” Saeran said lowly against your neck. He kissed the area, then bit down lightly. “God MC, you have no idea how much more intoxicating your scent is compared to my peppermint.”

Your face was already red enough as it was. You didn’t think it was possible for your face to turn any more colored. When Saeran bit down harder to leave a bruise and mark his territory, a moan escaped your lips.

“Sounds like you’re enjoying my scent,” Saeran said teasingly, fully aware that the reason of your moan was definitely not peppermint.

“Saeran…” his name escaped your lips before you could stop it, desire pooling at the core of your body. You felt yourself getting water by the second.

Saeran’s cheeks tinted pink when you said his name like that. They always tinted that shade of pink when you called out to him while he kissed you. “How about I make you forget the peppermint,” he said.

“How are you going to do that?” you asked, daring to smirk. “All I can think about is your peppermint scent.”

“Remember that punishment I was talking about? No more peppermint for you.”

With that, Saeran’s lips crashed down onto yours hungrily as he kissed you deeply. There was so much passion and longing filled into the kiss that it left you breathless. His hands went up to grope your breast as yours snaked around his torso, pulling him closer.

Just like that, the peppermint was gone and Saeran had replaced it. And he made sure he replaced it well throughout the night.

Saeran held you close against him. You both had taken it from the sofa to your bedroom.

He definitely made you forget his peppermint scent.

But there it was again as you lay cuddled under the blanket close to him.

His eyes were closed and his lips were slightly parted as he slept. You dared to inch closer, closing any space between your bare bodies.

One sniff wouldn’t hurt, right?

You got up carefully and buried your nose into his neck, breathing deeply.

You loved it so much. You loved him so much. It was a part of Saeran that completed him.

When you fell back down next to Saeran, you froze. His mint colored eyes lazily watched you.

“…”

“Restraining order?” you asked.

“It sounds tempting when you won’t let me sleep…but no. No restraining order.”

Well, that’s the end. I prefer not letting things get too heated up in my fan fictions so I’m sorry if you guys were expecting a lemon or a NSFW. I might do something like that in the future but as of now…let’s just stick to some peppermint sniffing.

#mystic messenger #saeran choi #mystic messenger saeran #mysme saeran #fanfic #peppermint #seriously though #saeran choi smelling of peppermint all the time #i just can't #i wouldn't be able to keep myself off of him #just constantly sniffing him #does that make me creepy?#i think it does

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jennycalendar · 7 years

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irredeemable evil

ao3

so. nearly 6000 words set in a post-s2 au where jenny got turned, tortured giles for information about acathla, and was given her soul back with willow’s restoration ritual.

(i wrote almost all of this today...for...some reason...)

Jenny-the-vampire, no matter what the kids seem to think, wasn’t in any way bloodthirsty or vengeful; she was pragmatic and thoughtful and kept under the radar until it was time to come out again. She stayed indoors and bought pig’s blood from the butcher at night and waited and waited and waited until it was the perfect time to hurt Rupert. Jenny-the-vampire had a capacity for cold, calculating vengeance, and Jenny sometimes feels that angry hate burning in her. It’s terrifying.

She’s very, very quiet the first few days. Jenny-the-vampire had done a lot of talking, and it’s made Jenny hate the sound of her own voice. She remembers the silky cadence her voice had taken on as she’d cupped Rupert’s face in one hand, the way she’d mimicked her own breathy tones. How she’d kissed him, soft and insistent, and how he’d kissed her back unhesitatingly, his tears warm and wet against her cool skin.

Jenny. My Jenny. Please never leave me again.

Willow comes into Rupert’s bedroom (Jenny’s staying at his place for now) on the second day. “I found your soul spell after you left,” she says quietly. “I—I know that my using it on you wasn’t exactly what you had in mind, but—Giles needs you. We all do.”

Jenny doesn’t say anything.

“I can’t imagine how hard this must be for you,” Willow continues, with gentle compassion in her eyes that no part of this new Jenny Calendar can possibly deserve, “but you should know that Giles is really happy that you’re okay.”

“I’m not,” says Jenny. Her voice is hoarse from disuse.

Willow sits down next to her. Jenny can smell her, and she smells like food, and that’s so profoundly frightening that she all but jumps out of the bed, flattening herself against the wall. “Get out,” she’s saying, barely conscious of Willow’s hurt, teary-eyed expression. “Get out, get out, get out—”

Willow presses her lips together and runs, but she can’t even make it halfway out the door before she starts crying. Jenny can hear her sobs and listens to them die away. Emotions are beyond her capacity at the moment; it seems to be all she can do not to eat people.

Rupert comes in on the fourth day. As soon as Jenny sees the love in his eyes, she looks down at the blanket.

“I’m just—going to sit in here,” he says, and she hears the rustle of him taking out a book. She can’t look at him. The last time she looked him in the eye was when Jenny-the-vampire asked him, sugar-sweet, how to awaken Acathla. She remembers the hollow, broken look in his eyes when he looked back at her, like all the happy parts of him had gone with her when Angelus turned her. Jenny-the-vampire had had no vested interest in whether or not the world was sucked into a hell dimension; she was really mostly just interested in torturing Rupert.

He starts reading, soft and reassuring, as though Jenny’s some kind of wild animal he’s trying to tame. Jenny hates it, and looks up to tell him so, and sees the bandage on his neck. Her throat tightens as she remembers the taste of his blood, not coppery like it had been when Jenny-the-human bit her lip, but sugar-sweet and rich with flavor. She doesn’t know how she’s supposed to live like this.

She doesn’t know if she wants to.

Her Uncle Enyos had always said that vampires were creatures of irredeemable evil, and that the soul was given as a punishment, not as a chance at redemption. Jenny’s starting to kind of get why Angel was so miserable all the time. It doesn’t feel like a second chance to be here, especially when there’s suddenly all this guilt and grief tied up in all of her memories of Rupert. She wishes he hadn’t loved her, because then it would have been so much simpler.

More horrible than any of this is the fact that he loved her so much. He kept on reaching up, touching Jenny-the-vampire’s face with shaking hands. She’d broken two of his fingers, and he’d still looked at her with that same love and sadness. Jenny-the-vampire had hated it. Jenny (whatever she is now) hates it too, but for a very different reason.

“Pig’s blood,” says Xander, and sits down on the edge of the bed. Jenny doesn’t take the mug, nor does she study Xander’s face. Impassively, she thinks about the fact that she could jump out of the bed and snap his neck like a twig. “Come on, Ms. C,” he says, quiet and placating. “You have to eat sometime. Giles is worried sick about you.”

Jenny doesn’t look at Xander. She’s never understood him. Xander had hated Angel, but now Xander seems to treat her like she’s been struck down with some kind of strange affliction instead of being the latest souled vampire. Angelus 2.0, only Angelus had had a longer reign of terror than Jenny-the-vampire both times around.

“Ms. Calendar,” Xander says. His voice breaks. “We can’t lose you again. I know Giles can’t handle that. He—all that’s keeping him going is the thought of you someday being okay again.”

Nothing really feels real to Jenny. The room is Technicolor bright, but Xander’s voice is dulled as though she’s turned the volume down on him. Her entire body feels heavy, and she doesn’t know if it’s the vampire thing or the probable-depression thing (though depression seems too mild a term to describe the situation). She stares at the wall in front of her.

“You know, Angel already did the brooding thing,” says Xander with a nervous laugh in his voice, “but he wasn’t exactly starving himself.”

Jenny rolls over onto her side, sliding down in the bed until she’s lying with her back to Xander, and closes her eyes. She’s been doing a lot of sleeping lately.

She wakes up with Rupert stroking her hair and singing softly to her like she’s some kind of small child. She keeps her eyes closed for longer than she should, because she’s half-convinced that it’s a dream anyway. But then Rupert says her name, barely a murmur, and Jenny jerks awake and away from him.

Rupert spills the mug of pig’s blood all over the mattress.

Jenny stares, breathing hard and shaking. She won’t. She won’t make herself into a monster and drink blood to survive. She’d rather die than live out this punishment for the failures of Jenny-the-human. The woman Rupert loved is dead, and the vampire who wanted him to suffer is trapped. Jenny doesn’t know where she is anymore, but she knows that she can’t live knowing that the vampire is there too.

“I should change the sheets,” says Rupert finally, his voice quiet and sad.

Jenny just looks at him.

“Right,” says Rupert. He hesitates, then, “Jenny—is there anything I can do to help you?”

For a moment, Jenny’s almost afraid to say it. She forces it out. She’s nothing if not brave. “Kill me,” she says, meeting his eyes with nothing but firm sincerity.

The look on Rupert’s face is thousands of times worse than what she’d seen when Jenny-the-vampire had tortured him for fun. He stares at her like he can’t possibly believe what he’s just heard. “You know I can’t do that,” he says, his voice small and close to shattering. “Please—I just want you here with me.”

“Selfish of you,” says Jenny, and curls into the blood-soaked blankets.

Rupert pushes them off of her and reaches towards her, trying to pick her up and carry her downstairs. His shirt is stained with pig’s blood, and he smells like food, and Jenny is so, so hungry, to the point where she can feel the last threads of her control—her humanity—slipping away from her. She imagines snapping and killing him, killing the rest of the Scoobies in a desire to sate this thing living in her chest and forcing her to live with it. “I’d be dead,” she says. Her voice is small. “If you had staked me, I’d be dead, and—I wouldn’t have hurt you like I did.”

Rupert has a badly masked look of hope on his face. Jenny realizes that this is the most honest she’s been with him since she regained her soul. Maybe even before that. “It wasn’t you,” he says. “Jenny, please—”

“I won’t live like this,” says Jenny, wishing she could sound fiercer than she does. “I won’t ever risk hurting you again.”

There’s a silence. Rupert seems to be considering this. “Well,” he says, “if you’re worried about hurting me, you might consider the fact that you’re more likely to lose control if you’re starving.”

Jenny really doesn’t want to admit that he has a point, but he kind of does.

“Up you get,” says Rupert gently, leaning down and winding an arm around her waist so that he can pull her out of bed. He picks her up bridal-style, carrying her down the stairs, and Jenny focuses only on the way his arms feel around her. She doesn’t think about how hungry she is, or how easy it would be to take advantage of how close he’s holding her. None of that. None.

Rupert places her down on the couch and moves into the kitchen. It’s a strangely comforting feeling to be downstairs. She’s been up in Rupert’s room for at least a week, and everything has felt hazy and only halfway real. A change of scenery reminds her, in its own odd way, that she is present and existing.

Rupert comes out with another mug of pig’s blood. At Jenny’s look, he says, “Just a sip, all right?” in that low, soothing voice he uses when he reads to her.

Jenny closes her eyes, and takes a sip. It doesn’t taste like anything she’s had before, and if she closes her eyes, she can pretend it’s not blood. She’s thirsty, too, and all but snatches the mug from Rupert, gulping it down more eagerly than she wants to think about. She focuses on the taste and not on the situation. It doesn’t fix much of anything.

She opens her eyes, setting the mug down. It’s already halfway gone. Without a word, she leans back into the couch.

“Blood sausage,” says Rupert, sitting down next to her. “I-if you’re looking for some semblance of normalcy, blood sausage—human people eat that. I could eat it with you.” He gives her this soft, sweet little smile that makes Jenny want to reach out and kiss him, but she’s pretty sure that that’s not an option.

Or—maybe it is. Maybe Rupert-the-complete-idiot has already somehow forgiven Jenny-the-vampire for torturing him and drinking his blood. But then again, maybe this is all obligation, and the way he’s looking at her right now (hopeful, hesitant) comes from some kind of guilt that she’s like this in the first place. It would really be like Rupert to think something like this is somehow his fault.

“I guess,” says Jenny, and sets down the mug of pig’s blood.

“Jenny,” says Rupert, his voice patient but firm.

“I drank some.” Jenny keeps her tone flat and detached. “I’m not dying on you, England.”

Rupert’s smile falters.

“Not again,” Jenny amends.

Jenny hears Xander and Willow talking in low voices as they enter Rupert’s apartment. She rustles the blanket draped around her in an effort to remind them that she’s still here. They don’t take the hint.

“I just miss her, Xander, and I know that’s stupid because she’s back now, but I miss Ms. Calendar,” Willow’s saying.

“You were her favorite,” Xander says. Somehow the were cuts deeper than anything anyone’s said before—as though Jenny’s dead and gone and not listening from the couch. “Giles says he got her to eat, though, so that’s something.”

“Xander—” Willow’s voice catches. “Buffy and Angel and Ms. Calendar—I just—”

“Well, personally, I’m not all that cut up about Angel,” says Xander, a nervous laugh in his voice, “but we still don’t know that Buffy’s not okay.”

“Buffy?” Jenny echoes involuntarily.

Xander and Willow turn, wide-eyed. “Buffy,” repeats Willow tentatively, a new light in her eyes. She gives Jenny a wobbly smile. “Buffy’s…missing. How are you?”

Jenny wants to flinch away from the hopeful way Willow looks at her, the way she’d done so easily earlier. But she’s eaten now, and her mind isn’t clouded by panic and guilt, and it’s Willow standing near her, the bright-eyed girl who made jokes about programming and cried over every kid who ended up dead. She can’t hurt this girl again. “Getting better,” she says, not sure whether it’s true.

Willow’s smile stops looking quite as wobbly, even if the hesitancy doesn’t yet leave her eyes. “I brought you your laptop and a copy of Scientific American,” she says, sitting down on the couch next to Jenny and placing both items down between them. “And I’m trying to bring over some popsicles for the summer—I mean, I know you probably won’t taste anything as much, but the texture might be nice.”

“My little cousin used to eat ice chips for the crunch,” puts in Xander. “And if you want to get all toasty-warm, I bet Willow can make you some hot chocolate.”

“Xander, what if that burns her up from the inside?” Willow demands in a high, shrill voice. “I don’t know anything about vampire care!”

The absurd sweetness of the statement makes Jenny—it’s not actually much of a laugh, just that quiet, amused intake of breath that there isn’t really a word for, but it makes Willow and Xander both look at her with identical smiles. She finds herself smiling back, which is a little scary. She still doesn’t feel all the way okay, and they’re looking at her like she is.

Willow sets the laptop down on Jenny’s lap. “I brought you fun straws too,” she adds. “And some of your favorite mugs.”

“I can go warm up some blood,” Xander adds helpfully.

Tentatively, Jenny opens the copy of Scientific American. Her fingers linger on the little Post-It note stuck to the front page, where Willow’s written feel better soon! in bright pink pen.

“Lunch,” says Rupert, handing Willow and Xander sandwiches and Jenny a mug of pig’s blood. “Xander, kindly don’t get crumbs on my chair, thank you. Jenny—” He hovers, looking at her tentatively.

Jenny looks at him, then takes a sip from the mug, moving over slightly on the couch. There’s a spot for Rupert there if he decides he wants to take it, but she knows that he won’t. He needs a direct invitation, which makes her want to laugh; she’s the vampire, and yet Rupert’s the one with the best manners out of both of them.

Rupert sits down on the floor instead, seeming unbothered by how undignified this makes him look. “How is everyone?” he asks, though it’s clear there’s only one person he really wants to know the answer for.

Xander seems to catch this. “Everyone is drinking her blood and looks a lot better,” he says significantly. Jenny has to hide an involuntary smirk behind the rim of her mug.

Jenny finishes lunch, and then she slips into the bathroom and showers for the first time since she’d been brought to Rupert’s apartment. The water is warm, comfortingly so, and she’s much more aware of it now that she’s a walking corpse with no body heat. Thinking about that is kind of disturbing. She focuses on washing her hair.

There’s something really comforting about being in here by herself. She definitely doesn’t feel in peak condition (that’s what happens when you don’t drink anything for weeks), but she felt very much like an invalid with all the blankets and the fussing and the whispering. Standing here, she feels almost like things might someday be okay.

It’s nice to finally discard the gross vampire dress, too—a sky blue dress with white polka dots. Jenny-the-vampire wore a lot of pastels, possibly some sick twist on the fact that Jenny-the-human preferred darker colors (her thoughts drift to her favorite leather jacket; she misses that jacket a lot). It seems really fitting that Jenny-the-vampire would share Jenny-the-human’s love of irony. Jenny-the-whatever-this-is stretches, turns off the shower, and wraps herself in a warm, fluffy towel before stepping out of the bathroom.

She leaves the vampire’s dress in there. She feels like that probably symbolizes something.

Willow and Xander have already left when Jenny enters the room, but Rupert looks up from his desk, turning slightly pink. “Um,” he says, standing up and polishing his glasses. “Would you like a robe?”

Jenny adjusts the towel, self-conscious. “Yeah,” she agrees, looking away. “Do you have anything I can wear?”

Rupert hesitates, thinking. “I believe Willow brought you some of your clothing,” he says finally. “Fortuitously, I didn’t manage to finish sorting through your belongings after your death, so your clothing and your things are all at your home whenever you feel up to getting them.” He blushes. “O-or moving back to your home, of course. I wouldn’t want to assume that you’d choose to stay with me—”

“Okay,” Jenny says quickly. It’s still so adorable when he’s flustered, and she doesn’t feel ready to dwell on that.

Rupert heads into the bathroom, coming back with his blue bathrobe and draping it carefully around Jenny’s shoulders. His fingers brush her neck. Jenny’s still a little bit warm from the shower, a little bit flushed from the blood, and for a moment it feels like she’s alive again. But there are still a thousand things broken between her and Rupert right now. Thinking about it, it feels like most of their time together was spent fixing things between them. Something about that really hurts.

“Here you go,” says Rupert awkwardly. “You can change in the bedroom, I suppose. I’ll give you your privacy.”

Jenny nods and heads up the stairs.

There are a few of Willow’s oversized sweaters in the bag, and no sign of Jenny’s favorite leather jacket. She makes a mental note to ask Rupert or Willow about that jacket. Jenny rifles through the bag some more, finding one of her favorite blouses and the skirt she wore on the monster truck date with Rupert. She dries off and changes, combing her hair with a brush Rupert’s left on his dresser, and sits down on the bed, not quite ready to go downstairs again just yet.

“Are you finished?” Rupert inquires tentatively from downstairs.

“I’m decent,” Jenny calls back, lying back on the bed. She hears the sound of Rupert coming up the stairs, and sits up, leaning back on her elbows with her legs stretched out in front of her. Rupert draws in a sharp breath, looking at her, and she can see the desire and love in his eyes.

“I have to go out,” Rupert finally says, looking away from her with visible effort. “I won’t be back until tomorrow morning. I’ll call the children in to keep you company, all right?”

“Where are you going?” Jenny asks carefully.

“Looking for leads on Buffy,” says Rupert very quietly.

Jenny gets up, steps forward, almost touches him, stops herself, and simply replies, “I hope you find something.”

When the kids arrive, Xander plays solitaire with an old deck of cards and brings Jenny a cup of blood with one of Willow’s silly straws. After she’s finished the first cup and changed into some night clothes, he asks, “Do you know how to play poker?”

Surprised by this query, Jenny raises an eyebrow. “Do you?”

“If I knew, I wouldn’t be asking,” replies Xander, tossing Jenny his box of cards. They land in her lap, only narrowly missing the empty cup of blood. “Can you play poker?”

Jenny smiles slightly. There’s something wonderfully normal about this conversation. “I tried to learn when I was, like, seven,” she says, a faded old memory coming back to her for the first time in years. “The girl across the street wanted to learn too, so we tried to play together. It doesn’t really work as well with two people, I don’t think.”

“So we start a Scooby poker team,” says Xander. “But I guess that’s something for later. Are there any games you do know?”

Jenny tries to think of something vaguely child-appropriate. Most of the time she uses card decks for magic, if anything. “I know Crazy Eights,” she says finally.

“You’re not serious,” says Xander, giving her a look. “Crazy Eights is a little-kid game.”

“What, and poker is a big-kid game?” Jenny studies Xander with amusement, then adds, “I’ve been drinking everything through silly straws and I’m wearing one of Willow’s sweaters. I’ve got the little-kid thing covered.”

Xander blinks. “That’s Willow’s sweater?” he says in surprise. “I thought you were just going for the plaid-hearts look.”

Jenny throws the deck of cards at him. Xander catches it and gives her a cheesy grin.

Willow comes in from the kitchen, handing Jenny a new mug of blood and taking the empty cup. “Oz called,” she says happily, setting the cup down on the coffee table. “He says he’s going to try and come visit tonight.”

“Hi,” says Jenny shyly.

Willow smiles at her. “You’re looking better!” she says, sounding delighted by this. “A little more color in your cheeks.”

“Metaphorically speaking,” says Xander helpfully.

“We’re about to play Crazy Eights—” Jenny begins.

“We are not,” says Xander indignantly, “we can play poker when Oz shows up. I’m not having Oz come in to see us all playing Crazy Eights.”

“Oz played Crazy Eights with me just last week,” says Willow, taking the deck of cards from Xander and sitting down on the couch next to Jenny, “so we’re playing Go Fish, and you can leave your concepts of mature card games at the door, Xander.”

“Leave my—” Xander repeats with confusion.

“It’s an expression,” says Jenny as Willow deals cards. “She means there’s no place for them here.”

“It just sounds really weird in this context,” says Xander. “I mean—we’re already inside.”

This is when Rupert steps through the door, looking exhausted and more than a little battered. Jenny draws in a sharp breath, feeling a rush of worry and love. “Rupert,” she says involuntarily, and when Rupert’s eyes meet hers, she thinks she would have blushed if she had working blood vessels.

“You okay?” Willow asks anxiously, setting down the cards.

“I was following a potential lead on Buffy,” says Rupert exhaustedly, hanging up his jacket. “Took all night, and all I’ve got is a wild guess from a rather vicious cave-dwelling vampire.”

Jenny wants to get up off the couch and hold him. She wants to pin him against the wall and kiss him. It takes her a moment to realize that the thought of drinking from him hadn’t once crossed her mind, and something about that makes her feel a little better.

She still can’t bring herself to move towards him.

“You’ll find something out soon enough,” Willow reassures him, and Xander nods.

“I think I’ll make myself some tea and head out,” says Rupert with a perfunctory smile.

“Oh no,” says Jenny, forgetting about the fact that she’s a vampire and she tortured Rupert and she all but begged him to kill her. All that she thinks about (all that she lets herself think about) is that Rupert’s just come back late at night with a bunch of demon-inflicted injuries that he’s trying to ignore, and that’s happened enough for her to be thoroughly sick of it. She gets up, handing the mug over to Willow. “Xander,” she says, “get the first-aid kit. Willow, go up to Rupert’s bedroom and get his dark green sweater—it’s the softest one, it’ll work best for this. Rupert, get your vest and tie off, I need to check for bruising. You always get thrown up against walls, it’s ridiculous.”

No one moves. Everyone just stares at Jenny, eyes wide.

“I’m sorry, am I speaking Latin?” says Jenny tersely, words made sharp and angry by the sudden worry in her chest. There’s a gash on Rupert’s neck that she’s just noticed, and it has an odd greenish tint to it. “Because if I am, at least Rupert should be moving right now.”

“I think she’s getting better,” says Xander with a mixture of alarm and appreciation.

“You think?” Willow places the mug down next to the empty cup, heading towards Rupert’s bedroom. Xander throws a look over his shoulder before hurrying into the bathroom for the first-aid kit.

Rupert stands there, looking at Jenny as though this is the first time he’s really seeing her. He doesn’t say anything as she steps closer to tug impatiently at his vest. “Lift your arms,” she says with some exasperation, falling easily into the old routine. It’s better than thinking about how much things have changed. Less painful.

Rupert doesn’t move.

“Rupert—”

Without a word, Rupert pulls Jenny roughly into his arms, holding onto her like they haven’t seen each other in years. So we are falling into the old routine, then, Jenny thinks wryly. She feels a jump in her stomach, wants to pull away, but then she hears the small, broken noise he makes as he presses his face into her hair and she knows she can’t let go of him when he’s like this.

“Okay,” she hears Xander say. “Uh, should we leave them alone?”

“Let’s just leave the stuff here and go play cards in the bedroom,” Willow suggests.

Jenny nestles her head into Rupert’s shoulder and pretends that nothing’s changed. This close to him, it’s not that hard to do. “Hey,” she says, and she’s proud of herself for keeping her voice so steady. “Hey. Snobby. You’re gonna have to let me take care of you in a minute.”

“Jenny,” says Rupert in this small, broken little voice. It sounds almost like it did when he saw her for the first time in the mansion—

And there. The moment’s shattered. Jenny pulls away easily, her vampire strength kicking in. She wants to run outside and away, but it’s morning, and she doesn’t exactly have a death wish anymore (a realization that surprises her, but one that she doesn’t have time to dwell on). She doesn’t want to think about how many times she’s hurt him, how many different ways. She thinks instead that the bite she left on his neck might end up scarring both of them. “I can’t,” she says, crossing her arms in front of her chest and looking down. She doesn’t know exactly what she’s saying she can’t do, but it’s comforting to have conviction about something.

Rupert nods awkwardly. “I—” He wipes roughly at his eyes with his shirtsleeve. “Damn,” he mutters, and hurries into the kitchen to make tea.

Jenny wants to tell him that she just wants him to not be hurting, she wants things to just go back to normal again, but she recognizes the hypocrisy in the statement. You make me feel bad that I don’t feel better—the difference, though, is that the Jenny possessed by Eyghon needed space, and the Rupert bitten by a vengeful vampire wants the person who hurt him to be there with him.

Jenny sits down on the couch and takes a long sip of blood from her mug. It’s weirdly comforting.

“Willow, I know this might be a long shot, but do you know where my leather jacket is?” Jenny asks tentatively before she goes to sleep that night.

Willow shifts a little on the air mattress (Rupert’s set up a sleeping space on the floor for the kids), bites her lip, and says, “I-I know how much you like that jacket, so when I was putting together a bag of clothing for you, I looked all over your place for it. I just couldn’t—”

Jenny shrugs. “It’ll turn up,” she says, snuggling into the couch. Rupert’s offered to let her take the bed, but she prefers it down here.

Jenny wakes up after the kids have left. She tries to make herself a cup of morning coffee, not really feeling like herself in Willow’s sweater. The coffee tastes okay. Not as strong as it should, considering how much time and effort Jenny put into it. Maybe vampires have some natural immunity to coffee. Jenny takes a sip, leaning against the counter, and pretends that she’s as human as the Watcher upstairs.

“Hello.”

Jenny jumps, nearly spilling the coffee. Carefully, she sets it down. “Hi,” she says tentatively. “You feeling a little better?”

“Not really, no,” says Rupert with a small, tired smile. He isn’t looking at her. “I miss you.”

Somehow I miss you is so much more painful than please never leave me again. Jenny lets her hand brush against Rupert’s. She stands shoulder to shoulder with him and doesn’t say anything. She gets the sense he has something he wants to tell her.

“What hurts me more than anything,” says Rupert very slowly, “is the thought that you might think my—attentions towards you—are only because of the way you died.”

Jenny can feel his eyes on her now, can tell that he’s trying to gauge her reaction. She keeps her face impassive, gaze straight ahead.

Rupert is silent for a moment, then says, “I love you.”

“I know,” says Jenny. “You shouldn’t.” Her voice breaks. “Rupert, I fucked up, I hurt you, and that isn’t erased just by the fact that I have some semblance of a moral compass again. That kind of anger still existed in me before I became a vampire.” She can’t look at him. “I can feel her in me,” she says. She’s shaking. “I’m not me anymore. She got here first.”

Rupert tugs on Jenny’s hand, and she turns without thinking. The love in his eyes makes her want to look away. “Were that the case,” he says, “I don’t think you’d fuss over me when I came home from patrol bruised and bloody. Perhaps I’m missing some crucial bit of the puzzle, but to me, that doesn’t seem like the kind of thing a soulless vampire would do.”

Jenny thinks about the way he’d looked at her in the mansion before he knew she was a vampire, smile bright and relieved. “You love me so much,” she says in a small voice, “and I just know that’s going to get you killed.”

To her surprise, Rupert starts laughing, placing a hand down on the counter and knocking over the coffee mug. Jenny’s coffee spills onto the counter and the kitchen floor, and she’s pretty sure that Rupert’s not just laughing anymore. “And that’s not what happened to you?” he forces out. He’s crying. “You told me—told me that day—and I turned and walked away—left you—”

“No,” says Jenny fiercely, stepping forward and forcing Rupert to look at her. “Hey. No. My death was never your fault.”

“You shouldn’t have loved me.”

“You shouldn’t still love me, you British idiot!” Jenny shoves Rupert, hard. He stumbles backwards into the wall, placing a hand at her waist to steady himself, and somehow, suddenly, they’re kissing, Jenny’s hands grasping at Rupert’s pajama shirt as she presses him against the wall. She doesn’t—can’t—think, only feel, Rupert’s hand grabbing at her leg and her mouth on his and he’s warm, soft, alive—

Rupert spins them around, lifting Jenny up onto the counter and sliding the borrowed sweater up, and it’s the warmth of his hands on her skin that brings Jenny some level of reluctant mental clarity. She pulls back. “We can’t,” she says.

Rupert lets his head fall forward, forehead resting against hers. “We never got to be in love,” he murmurs, still sounding a little shaky. “I want that. Desperately.”

“Me too,” says Jenny in a small voice, twining her arms around his neck. “Just—so many things are so fucked up. I want you to be safe.”

Rupert shakes his head. “I was safe,” he says. “I was safe, and I went home, and I found your body in my bed.”

Jenny feels something twist in her. She pulls back a little to look at him, eyes wide. “What?”

Rupert’s hands move up to take hers. “Angelus,” he says distantly. “He set up a nice little tableau. Roses, champagne, candlelight, and you as the centerpiece.” He looks up at Jenny, stroking her hair. “Believe me,” he says. “I know what it is to hurt the one person you wanted safe, and hear from everyone around you that it wasn’t your fault.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” says Jenny, feeling sick. She pulls a hand away, cupping his face and kissing him deeply.

Rupert breaks the kiss, looking at her with a gently pointed expression. “If you believe that,” he says, “why is it so hard for you to believe that it wasn’t you that hurt me?”

“You didn’t torture me!”

“Neither did you,” says Rupert with emphasis. “But you still had to see me hurting in front of you, and I don’t think you’ve ever really addressed how much that’s hurt you.”

“Pot calling the kettle black, England,” says Jenny. She tries to smile. “Maybe we can figure it out together.”

“Someone should have told me that Ms. Calendar’s back from the dead,” says Cordelia indignantly, breezing into Rupert’s apartment with Willow and Xander following. “I only found out because I called Xander and his parents said he was heading over to Willow’s, and then Willow’s parents said that she was heading over to help take care of Giles’s girlfriend, and then I put two and two together—” She stops, wrinkling her nose. “Oh my god, Ms. Calendar, did your fashion sense not survive the trip back from the afterlife?”

Jenny crosses her arms in Rupert’s button-down and realizes that Cordelia might have a point. “This was more of a romance thing,” she says, blushing a little at Willow and Xander’s incredulous looks.

“You know you could, like, lose your soul if you get a happy, right?” says Xander, sounding very much like he doesn’t particularly want to bring this up, but thinks he probably should.

“Xander,” says Jenny, smiling innocently, “we are inventive, creative adults.”

Rupert looks like he can’t decide whether to be pleased or mortified. Willow starts giggling nervously.

“I mean, still,” says Cordelia. “It would be different if Giles borrowed your clothing, because you have good taste, but this is just—”

“Oh—I did borrow something of yours,” says Rupert suddenly.

All eyes turn to him. “Wait, what?” says Jenny, startled.

Rupert winces. “It’s really just one item of clothing,” he says. “I-I took it from your home while you were missing. I thought that—that then you might find your way back faster. To get it back.”

Jenny smiles, reluctantly touched. What a dork. “Okay,” she begins. “What clothing—”

Rupert holds up a hand, hurries up the stairs, and comes back with something in his arms. Carefully, he drapes the leather jacket over Jenny’s shoulders.

Jenny hugs him, hard.

“Yes, dear, I love you too, but you’re preternaturally strong now,” says Rupert weakly, hugging her back.

“Hmm,” says Cordelia. “You know, she actually kind of makes that lame-o shirt of Giles’s work with that jacket.”

#fic #calendiles #jenny and willow #rupert giles #jenny calendar #willow rosenberg #xander harris

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