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lookingformoondrop · 2 months

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Yan!Andrew with his Reader who found out she's pregnant? Spoiler: She didn't want to have children.

Yan!Andrew Graves x Preg!Reader

TW: Unexpected pregnancy, hints at abortion, reader in captivity, manipulation, yandere Andrew, unwanted pregnancy

♡ Notes: I wrote this entire thing while on a train so you'll probably find a wild typo or error font somewhere here. I said in my last post that my next work would be a fluffy one, I lied. Sorry. Remember kids, practice safe sex, and dont act like Andy. Thank you so much for supporting me, anon! I appreciate all the requests and asks from you guys. <33

Andrew hummed as he removed his shoes and took off his coat.

Work was a drag, his boss was a dick, and his family was unbearable. But despite it all, he had you at the end of the day.

When he came home, he'd always hear your padded footsteps coming down the hall to greet him.

You'd wear one of his shirts or wear a cute outfit he'd pick out for you, all to make him happy.

He just loves you so much.

I mean, that's why he took you in the first place.

You had no idea who he was, only that he was a customer that came at odd times of the day in the cafe where you worked.

He could only guess how poor the pay must've been. How miserable you were... Yes, that's it.

As he watched you, he could spot the circles under your eyes, and he knew instantly that fate had brought you here, or maybe it was a cult summoning? Either way, you belonged with him. And he would bend heaven and earth to keep it that way.

Andrew blinked away his train of thought and looked up. He hadn't heard your footsteps.

That was unusual.

Andrew quickly slipped his bag to the ground and walked further into the house.

The kitchen was empty, minus the dishes and pots from last night's dinner that still remained untouched in the sink.

The living room was empty, minus the tissues scattered all over the floor, and the blankets that pooled the floor.

With his heart racing, he sprinted to the last room he hadn't checked. The bedroom.

He pushed the door open with haste; his eyes wildly searched the room.

The bed was unmade, and the sheets were shoved off the mattress, trailing onto the wooden floor.

As Andrew stepped further into the bedroom and he could hear the sound of the shower, and small sniffles coming from inside.

Andrew let out a sigh of relief, you hadn't left. You were still home with him. But now he had another problem to deal with.

He knocked on the bathroom door and heard a quick shuffle from the other side. The water turned off and Andrew flinched at the sound of objects crashing.

Then out you came, your eyes were red and your hair was messy, as if your fingers ran through them constantly.

You mustered a smile for Andrew, muttering out a weak 'welcome home' before Andrew grabbed your arms for inspection.

"What happened? What were you doing? Why were you crying?" He craned his neck out to try and look inside the bathroom, but you quickly closed the door.

"I was about to take a shower when you came home so uh, I dropped some bath products when I realized I hadn't greeted you." It was a horrible lie, really. You knew lying was one of Andrew's biggest pet peeves, even if he lied consistently himself.

"My little lamb, you're not making a lot of sense right now..." Andrew tried giving you a sweet smile, but the vein twitching in his forehead told you how he really felt.

His grip on your arms became tighter, and he leaned in closer, "I would like to know what you're keeping from me, please."

"I... I was crying," you cringed at how weak your voice sounded.

"Clearly, what else? Don't stall for time you don't have Y/N. Tell me who hurt you, I don't fucking care for the reason."

You peeled Andrew's hands off of you which was surprising giving his intense tone. You slowly walked to the bed and sat down, tracing the thread that was imbedded in your mattress. Your eyes lingered on the white sheets for a second too long.

Andrew followed suit, instead opting to go on his knees in front of you as to hold your hands.

He traced his name on your wrists with his finger and hummed a low tune, unremarkable at best, but it calmed your nerves.

"You are my bleeding heart, Y/N. Everything you feel, I long to taste, everything you love, I devour, and every secret you keep from me I savagely rip apart to find. What could you possibly keep from me, that I wouldn't find out in under a day?"

You kept still, refusing to meet Andrew's gaze.

"You have to promise you won't.. um, get mad." You chewed on your lip as you thought about your next words. The lump in your throat grew harder to swallow the more you thought about it.

How were you supposed to deliever such... news, when that news made you want to rip your hair out from stress.

"yeah, I promise. My little lamb, tell me, what is wrong?"

"I'm scared, Andrew." You looked up.

"Scared?" Answered Andrew, who let go of your wrists to instead settle around your waist.

He continued, "What could you possibly have to fear while with me? Are you afraid of someone?"

You shook your head, "no, well maybe, not yet I-" You took deep breaths, your chest felt like it was going to crack from the pressure.

"Not yet? What does that even mean?" Andrew furrowed his eyebrows and scrunched his nose, trying to make sense of it all.

"Andrew, do you know what day of the month it is?"

Andy groaned; his patience was begging to grow thin. "Y/N, I'm done playing this game with you. Are you trying to provoke me to extreme measures or something?"

"No! Just... answer the question. What day of the month is it?"

Andrew shrugged, "It's the first of the month. It's my mom's birthday. It's trash day. It's Monday. I don't fucking know what this has to do with our conversation, Y/N!?"

"No Andrew, just listen to me! Look, I usually get my period on the first of every month. But last month I didn't get my period."

"So?" Andrew looked at you with annoyance in his features.

"So.... I should have gotten my period last month, but I didn't. I'm not an irregular person and I've been here awhile so..."

Andrew's features stayed scrunched with confusion and annoyance as the words mulled over in his head.

Then it hit him.

Andrew fell back on his butt in shock, staring at you, your belly, and then back to you. The realization so big that his brain stopped the train to language station.

"You're pregnant?" He muttered.

You nodded, the tears that danced on your waterline finally falling. Your chest shook, and you gasped deep breaths, the pressure you had on your chest this morning, becoming ten-fold the weight as Andrew processed this information.

Your head hung low as the sobs shook your ribcage.

Without realizing it, Andrew got back up and sat beside you on the bed.

Wrapping his arms around your head and body, so that your body pushed against his chest.

A gigantic smile placed itself on his face, every bad thing that happened up until that point dispearred in a cloud. The only thing he could think about was the baby you were growing.

His baby.

Finally, Andrew let you go and grabbed your face, lifting it up so that he could place gentle kisses on your forehead. "My Y/N, thank you. This... fuck, I thought you were going to say something horrible, but this? Shit, this is the best news I could have ever heard, well maybe besides news of my sister's death or imprisonment but shit this is even better!"

His kisses became harder and more passionate. But he hadn't noticed the soul that had left your body. Instead, you looked at him terrified.

"But... Andrew, I'm not ready for this. I- I don't even think I'm old enough to be raising children, let alone birth one. This thing could rip me apart." Your breathing became quicker, the pressure on your chest becoming an unbearable pain.

You were so sure that Andrew would hate the idea of children, that he would have the initiative to take this thing out of you, but he was so happy, so much so he couldn't be bothered to notice your despair.

"Doesn't matter. You need to stop worrying about things that haven't even happened yet. You're pregnant, and that's all that matters. You're pregnant with my baby, and you will live through every moment." His smile never faltered as he leaned his head into the crook of your neck, humming a sweeter tune this time and rubbing your tummy.

"I'm not ready," you cried, shaking your head profusely.

Andrew looked up with a smile, trailing his forefinger down the bridge of your nose.

"Doesn't matter."

You held onto Andrew's hands as he leaned forward and embraced you. Sighing deeply into your chest.

"I love our little family. Don't you?"

Thank you for the ask!<3

#the coffin of andy and leyley #x reader #andrew graves #andy graves #y/n #andrew graves x reader #andy graves x reader #headcanons #tw pregnancy #tw yandere #yandere x reader #toxic relationship #not proofread #dark content

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femd-archive · 6 months

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NEEDY

pairing: sadistic beauty — woo haesol x fem!reader

word counting: 1.7k

summary: you catch haesol masturbating to you

📎 side note: english is not my first lenguage, so sorry in advance for any grammar mistakes.

"I'm heading off" you announce in the doorstep as you put your shoes on. At the same time you're picking up your purse, Haesol comes from the kitchen, wearing his cute pink apron as he dries his hands off with a hand-towel.

"Good luck today, noona" he breaks in one of his sweet smiles, making your heart melt.

"You have a day off today?" you ask, stretching your arms to motion him to come closer. He gets comfortable in your arms as you squeeze him in a warm hug.

"Yeah, the professor called in sick so the class got suspended" he answers.

"Lucky boy" you mutter, tickling him so slightly in his tummy but he stills wiggles away while giggling. "I'm going now. I'll see you later" sharing a short kiss on the lips, you sadly let him go from your arms to walk to the door.

"See you later" he waves at you from the door, and it's not until he sees you get into the elevator that he returns back into your shared apartment.

In the next few hours, Haesol cleaned the apartment upside down; chopped some veggies to freeze them for future meals; water the little plants he buyed from the store down the street and he loved with all his heart; he readed some books that were required for his next proyect and did some exercises from those yoga videos he found on YouTube.

Finally done with all his tasks, he took a relaxing bath with all the products that you buyed for him on your work trips. He always insist to not buy anything for him, but you can't help but want to spoil your pretty boy.

After taking his time in the bathtub, he also took his time drying himself off. As he dryed the last droplets of his wet hair, with his free hand he started to open his drawers to find some clean clothes. His body freezes for a moment and his cheeks started to feel hot when he sees the sight of your red panties on top of all his other underewear.

Shaky hands stretch forward to grab the piece of clothing. Why was it there? Have you confused your drawers with his and you just throw it in there? That's pretty possible.

Curiosity wins over him. «What if they are dirty? I might need to put them in the next batch of dirty clothes» is what Haesol thinks, and there's only one way to really know if they are dirty or not. Trembling with excitment, he brings the panties up to his face and closer to his nose, taking a long sniff to them.

He took his conclusion right away: they were not dirty, but the specific fragance of your cloth softener makes his mind full of you and his body reacts right away, it always does when it comes to you.

As he closes his eyes and get lost in your scent, his free hand is already reaching for the bulge forming under his white towel, gropping it as he imagines it's your own hand. Soon enough, the towel falls to his feet, and his hard cock springs up, proudly standing.

Wrapping his hand around it, he starts with soft strokes along the shaft, more focused on sniffing away your panties.

"Ah...noona ~" he moans on the low, his hand taking speed on his dick as he really tries his best to think is you. In his already delusional state, he can swear he feels the warmth of your chest hitting his back as your own hands strokes his pathetic dick. "More...more, please!" he pleads in whispers, tears already forming in his eyes.

"You're already this hard for just smelling my panties? What a naughty girl" he hears you tease him in his ear, and he gasps. "Why don't you wear them? You'll look really pretty wearing them for me, won't you baby?"

"Yes...yes" he answers to nobody, regardless, he still follows your imaginary order.

With a few water droplets still falling from his back, he waste no more time and put your red panties on. They are tight around the waist and surely do not cover his whole dick, but still combines with his pale skin and slim figure.

"There you go, princess. Now, why don't you show noona how you play with your pussy yourself?"

Heasol's face feels even hotter than it already was, but who was he to deny you?

Taking the lube bottle that was in display on your night stand, he lies down on the bed and pushes the panties aside to display his already twitching hole. Squirting some of the lube on two of his fingers, he teases his hole a little bit to finally insert the two digits slowly inside him. Mouth agape, he throws his head back in pleasure as he starts softly thrusting his fingers in and out.

"Oh...fuck" he mumbles, bitting his bottom lip down as he starts to add speed on his fingers, his neglected dick twitching painfully on his tummy. "Ah ~ noona, please..." he cries, "fuck me, please. Noona...noona" he calls out for you as his mind start to feel fuzzy.

He was so gone that he didn't even hear you come back.

"I'm home ~" you announce, trying to sound as cheerful as you can after a long day in college.

As you take your shoes off in the entrance, you wait for your cute boyfriend to come skipping and jump into you as he showers your face with 'welcome home' kisses; but even after taking your coat off, he isn't there.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you start searching for him around the apartment. In a general view he wasn't at the kitchen nor outside in the balcony, sometimes he liked to keep company to his little plants after all; he also wasn't sleeping on the couch, wich you find good since you don't want him to hurt his neck; opening the bathroom door, you see that it's all foggy, so it's a sign that he took a bath no long ago.

Finally knowing where he was, you walk upstairs to search for him in your bedroom, and sure as hell he was in there.

The whole room was filled with his moans and whimpers, along with the squelching sounds of his long fingers fucking in him again and again and again. It was no rare sight to see him this ruined for you, but for him to get himself in that state? That sure is new.

"Haesol?" you call out to him, making him midly snap from his trance, but it only makes him whine and cry even more as he, with his two hands, spreads his cheeks to show his hole at your mercy.

"Please noona...come fuck my needy pussy" he cries out. And that was enough reason for you to move faster than ever in your life, fetching your strap on the way to bed.

"Fuck...are those my panties?" you finally took notice of that, and how good they looked on him. A simple whimper of him answered your question, and you didn't need anything more than that. "Such a needy girl, couldn't wait for unnie to come home?"

Haesol shakes his head no. "Needed you...needed you so bad unnie" he whines.

"I can see it...fuck, you're so wet for me already" finally securing your strap-on on your hipss, you take the dildo and slap it a little bit on your boyfriend's wet hole. "Want me in?"

"Yes! Please, please, please unnie...fuck me" he begs with his sweet broken voice. And you don't need any more motivation than that.

With a simple thrust, the whole toy inserted inside him so easily, making Haesol throw his head back once again, and you smile at his reactions. You feel yourself getting wet at the simple thought of being the one that makes him feel this good.

The bedroom fills once again with your boyfriend's moans and your breathy ones.

Heasol's hands come under your shirt and pull it up enough to make your tits visible, still with your bra on. He then removes the cups upwards, freeing them. His warm hands started massaging and playing with them as he starts pouting at you.

"Kiss...kiss" he started mumbling, teary eyes looking at your lips and then your eyes once again. And how can you deny such a puppy look.

Without reducing your speed, you bend down to capture your boyfriend's lips with yours, sharing a heated kiss where his moans melted in your tongue as he traps your body with his arms and legs.

"Cum...'lease...please let me cum" he begs between cries. "I've been good...I've been so good. Please...let me cum"

"I guess you've been. Cleaning the house down, being a good student and taking care of me like the cute housewife you are, aren't you?" you chuckle as you see him nod his head yes. "Then cum for me, baby"

He lets out a last cry, his grip on you getting weaker as he comes in white ropes, dirtying his naked chest and even getting some of it in his face. You help him ride his orgasm with softer thrusts, reducing the speed to none as you pepper his face with sweet kisses as he gasps for air.

"There you go, you did so good for me baby" you whisper sweet nothings in his ear, helping him calm down.

His limbs go numb, letting you go completely as he now lies on the bed, knocked out and soft snoring. You chuckle to yourself as you get out of bed to get wet wipes and a bottle of water from the kitchen.

You clean him up and dress him in fresh clothes to sleep comfortably. Once you tuck him in, you take a shower before getting back in bed with him, cuddling him closer to you.

"Silly boy, you never tell me how much you need me until I gotta see you all needy like this" you scold him slightly, though you know he might not hear you in his unconscious state.

Smiling at his sleeping figure, you leave a kiss on his forehead as you snuggle up to him to get some rest as well. You'll get to see his flustered face in the morning when you refresh his mind with all that you've done tonight.

#sadistic beauty #woo haesol #haesol x reader #dom!reader #dom reader #sub!character #sub character #sub!haesol #sub haesol #sub!sadistic beauty #sub sadistic beauty

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banggyu0308 · 1 year

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(written by the most lovely amazing 🌸 anon)

warnings: perv!txt, masturbation, pillow humping, they steal your stuff XDXD, use of sex toys (beomgyu uses a flesh light, hyuka uses a vibrator), taehyun jerks off in front of the mirror, taehyun loosely chokes himself imagining its you, mentions of edging, slight aquaphila for hyuka? but not really, he's just in the shower/bath,

perv!txt who use your products. the way it smells like your or reminds them of you so vividly it makes them cum on the spot,, but don't worry they try not to use all of it at once! (except tyun's isnt scent based because i couldn't think of anything else.)

yeonjun — i think he'd use your body lotion,, you always use it and it just smells amazing and it's the one scent he will forever associate with you. so he cant help putting just a bit more on his hands,, rubbing it in so they're soft and moist and fucking his fist with it. he can so vividly imagine that it's your hand and not his jerking him off. i think you should buy that bigger bottle of lotion next time,, it's definitely a worthwhile investment since it somehow seems to disappear so quickly.

soobin — i feel like he steals your perfume the most. he sprays it on himself whenever he goes out,, or just whenever he puts on a clean t-shirt that no longer has your smell on it. of course he prefers when you've worn the tshirts but your perfume does just fine! especially if he's engulfed in it, mind going hazy with how your body looks. he's humping his pillow before he even realises what he's doing,, but don't worry he doesn't stop. in fact, the idea that you have such a strong effect on his subconscious spurs him on even more and he often cums in his trousers from humping a pillow~ how cute.

beomgyu — uses your shampoo! it's gotten to the point were you know and are buying two bottle of the same shampoo each time, his reasoning is always "i like the way it smells" or "it works really well for my hair" but in reality it's because it reminds him of you. and when he fucks into his fleshlight, hair falling into his face and he gets a whiff of the shampoo, he cums on the spot. making a complete mess of his toy,, wishing it was your pussy instead.

taehyun — he loves painting his nails to match yours, looking at himself in the mirror as he fucks his fist. his other hand often on his throat, fingers wrapped around in the same manner as yours often is. he just can't help but let his mind roam wild as his eyes train on the painted fingers around his throats. and then on his dick. and finally how good the nail polish looks covered in his cum.

kai — uses your body wash, all the time. he just loves to have your scent all around him, especially if he's still in the shower/bath. often placing a vibrator to the tip of his dick while inhaling the smell, completely in love with it. as if you were right there, controlling the toy. edges himself to the thought of your naked body in the shower/bath with him.

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privitivium · 2 months

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i srs need a scenerio where we are so bratty to the point motherly!bf just denies giving us a blowjob and then scolds us..

this has been in the back of my mind for the longest time i finally have my thoughts in order bro GOD. ramble,,, ish.

dom motherly yan w sub brat m reader...

im imagining reader - darling just crying crocodile tears and writhing on the bed begging for motherly yan to suck you off because you love the way his mouth feels on yr dick but he's purposefully ignoring you in lieu of deleting emails to pass the time because he's CRUEL.!!!!! So.;;;

fidgeting with your phone on the bed, mother at his desk... wanting attention, as you ere onviously infuriatingly horny - watching porn at a low volume that he was sure to hear... and yeah he does. head snapping back at the sound if moans and catching sight of you groping yourself ove your pants... he takes it away, catching a glimpse of what you were on. porn... god, you know how he feels about that. it's like you were delibrately trying to get a rise out of himㅡtouching yourself and watching other people have sex when he was right there? naughty, naughty, naughty... mother shakes his head, grunting in displeasure as he places your phone near his computer; "don't touch yourself. you don't want to know what happens if you do." he demands lowly, a terrifying baritone that makes you faint and blood rush to your face.. tears stinging your eyes. you can't tell if they were fake, the product of being overwhelmed, or just because you were blushing so hard.

writhing on the bed, hands itching to grope your erection through your boxers. tears stinging your eyes and slipping down your cheeks freely - god this was fucking with you even more. your cock, positively fucking aching in pain despite him ignoring you. knowing that he was getting off by this made you even more squirmy... "fuck, mom - please!! please, i'll be good!! j-just fucking touch me.." you sob, overdramatic as you squirm. Hands rubbing over your thighs, so close to your bulge... "maa... mm-mommy." sniffling as you bury your face in the pillows, hugging it to your chest..

he snarls, jaw setting as blood shoots to his cock at the sound of your pathetic, sobbing voice.. "no. quit your whining. be patient. you can manage that, can't you?" he snaps harshly, palming himself; faced away from you at his desk.. and you whine. he was simply resisting the urge to pounce on you just then... the way you called for him, your mommy... made him giddy. laying on your tummy beforehe takes your situation into his own hands. abusing your cock with his huge hand, keeping you in his lap; sitting on his cock, and letitng you sit in your own mess of cum, sweat, and drool before he works up the niceness to bathe you and kiss you sweetly as though he wasn't purposefully overstimulating you til you cried.... mother ftw.

#motherly yan!#x male reader #male reader #x top male reader #top male reader #yandere x male reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere male x reader #yandere male x male reader #yandere m x m reader

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c-nstantine · 6 months

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*some more bi-han smut please..*

this turned into to be more wholesome than i thought it would be oh well, it's still smut

Bi Han could hear the various pattering of small feet as he headed to his quarters. Kuai Liang and Tomas both thought that Bi Han may have had a small problem with the number of kids that he had. It wasn't his fault that his wife was so beautiful. Perhaps, it was his fault for tracking her ovulation cycle but that didn't hurt anyone. He walked into the bedroom to see his son drawing on the floor while Y/N sat in a rocking chair, nursing their newest addition. The baby was eight months old now and was looking more and more like her mother every day. Bi Han would be lying if the sight of her feeding their child didn't turn him on.

"How were the children today?" Bi Han said walking over to his wife. He kissed the crown of her head, just below her edges.

"Tiring," Y/N said removing the nursing baby from her boob and handing her over to her father. The baby smiled as she entered her father's arms and Y/N closed her robe back up.

"Did you help your mother today, boy?" Bi Han said nodding to his son. As soon as his son realized his mother's lap was empty, he climbed to her. Sure, her daughters were daddy's girls but her son was all hers.

"We cleaned," He spoke softly as his mother gently raked through his curls. Her son was very gentle but was a fierce protector of his sisters.

"Yes, our son was quite the little helper when putting his sister's toys away," She said praising the little boy. Bi Han was concerned at one point that she was making the boy soft but then he realized that she made him soft.

"Daddy!" One of his daughters cheered before running into his legs. Bi Han pretended to be caught off guard by his daughters.

"How are my princesses?" Bi Han asked peering down at his two daughters that were near him. They simply gleamed with smiles like their mother's.

"Up! Up! Up!" One of them begged and Bi Han granted it of course. By the time he was done, he had the baby in his arms and two of his daughters on his back. Y/N was glad that he could at least carry all of the kids since he wanted so many.

"It's bedtime for everyone," Y/N announced while picking up her son and dragging them all to their baths.

- Bedtime to Bi Han meant that he could care for his wife in ways that he couldn't while the children were up. Usually that ended in the production of another child. At this very moment, Bi Han was praising Y/N for taking him so well and making him a father.

"Such a good mother," He said as stretched her pussy out. She felt like home to him and there was no other place that he would rather be. Watching her face contort in the pale moonlight while he continued his long and deep strokes was everything to him.

"Bi Han, gentl-, fu-" Y/N could barely get any words out from the pleasure that he brought to her. She was sure she heard the bedframe cracking beneath them. In all honesty, she was surprised that this bed had made it this long without breaking.

"I love filling this pussy," He grunted.

"I'm gonn-" Y/N gasped as she reached her peak.

"That's right, wife. Cum on my dick," Bi Han said slowing his movements to give her a chance to catch her breath. Hopefully, that would be the first orgasm of many.

#x black!reader #black!reader #black reader #x black reader #bi han smut #mk bi han #bi han x reader #bi han mk #bi han x black!reader #bi han sub zero #sub zero x reader #sub zero x black!reader

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z3nitsusgf · 2 years

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I feel like homelander would be the type of yandere to make his soulmate/darling bathe with him.

“Isn’t this nice?” He sighed and you wished that you could have been anywhere but there, sitting in between homelander’s legs.

He would :// and he’d be so annoying abt it too

cw: soulmate au, nudity, implied nsfw, homelander’s vile mouth, he’s so needy bro, mention of fem.reader

It’s the only peace you get. Bath time is quiet, serene even. The only place in this fucking tower he couldn’t reach you.

When you clicked that lock into place, it meant safety. Tranquility. A moment of rest where he wasn’t pestering you about random bullshit or chewing you out for not folding his suits right.

The hot water feels so good and you won’t lie, Vought makes sure all the supe’s have the best products. The bath bombs and salts smell like heaven, and they work wonders. The bathroom is fogged with steam, smelling of citrus and starflower.

It’s easy to relax, to shut your eyes and fall asleep in.

Maybe it is your fault for thinking any place on earth would be safe from him.

You’d like to think Homelander’s not as cruel as he says, that he does what he does out of misguided love. He is your soulmate after all.

He just needs control.

That’s why you don’t say anything when he simply twists the handle of the door and breaks it. That’s why you let him shed his suit and climb into the tub behind you.

This was your one escape from everything in this fucking tower. Even that’s overtaken.

Your music plays on his speakers, this was the only time you could enjoy it without him complaining you’ve got shit taste. But that’s kind of shot now.

You draw shapes into the side of the tub, fingers leaving droplets on the porcelain. You would sink lower into the water if he wasn’t holding you against his chest. He’s kind of a poser, he’s not actually as muscular and huff as his suit makes him seem. Though you don’t underestimate the brutal power that flows through his veins.

He’s got his legs pressed against the sides of yours, his chin rests on your head. You try to ignore his stabbing length that rubs against your lower back. Trying not to shift in the tub, the water already close to spilling out, thanks to him.

You tilt your head back to look at him, the sharp jut of his jaw and his lashes fluttering over his cheekbones. He looks weirdly cute this way. Human for once.

“Whatcha pouting for?” He asks, hands smoothing across your waist, skirting dangerously close to your inner thighs.

“M’not pouting.” You mumble, furrowing your brows.

“Uh huh, you are.” He squeezes your cheeks in his hand, chuckling at the way your lips pucker into that stupid fishy face. You drop your chin, refusing to look at him anymore.

“You’re pouting because I came in here and started botherin’ you while you were soaping up your tits.” He makes a move to flick the underside of your breast, smirking when you try to jerk away.

He’s so crude and annoying, you hate him more when he’s in a good mood.

“I wasn’t-“ He raises his eyebrow mockingly, you huff at him. He’s roping you into his stupid little games.

You huff, you’d rather he left you alone. But you’ll take advantage of his good nature if it means giving you a few more hours of peace.

“Lighten up, buttercup. S’supposed to be relaxing.”

Relaxing your ass, he’s probably never taken a bath with anyone in his life. You’d roll your eyes if you knew he wasn’t gonna catch you. You opt for staring at the faucet that drips steadily into the soapy water.

“Hey,” he maneuvers you so you face him, and you try not to kneel him in the dick while he spreads your legs across his hips. Missing the flash of a smile on his lips when he trails his eyes over your body.

“Don’t get all pissy, babe. I only wanted to spend some quality time with my soulmate.”

Of course, he’s pulling that card.

You purse your lips, looking at him from underneath your lashes. The air is cold around your waist, you can feel the droplets of warm water slide down your back. Homelander gently pushes your arms, gesturing you to wrap them around his neck, and you do.

You’ve long since grown accustomed to his neediness. In some ways, you’re glad it exists. Because it shows you he’s still got some sensitivity left in that decayed rotten heart of his.

“I know,” you pull out all the stops for him, “I like spending time with you.” He makes a satisfied sound in his chest.

You wish you could say you were lying, but a sick depraved part of you is so used to him - that you get lonely when he’s gone.

You card your fingers through his bleach blonde hair, the wet strands sticking to the nape of his neck. He practically purrs under your hands, gripping your waist as he closes his eyes. You’re still annoyed that he’s ruined your personal space, but you’re just happy he’s feeling soft. You’re still aching from last night.

This is what you were meant for. Moments like these are what he’s always wanted, and now he has them. Homelander feels the flurry in his chest when you even peck his jawline, narrowly missing his lips.

He’s never taking a bath alone again.

#the boys.✮#val.writes ❦#homelander soulmate au #the boys x reader #homelander x reader #homelander x you #the boys x you

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Hi Cha, just wanted to say that I love your works on Captain’s Madam and Reconciliation!🫶💕 I saw in your bio that your request is open. If it’s not much, can I request a piece for Izou where he lets you wash his beautiful hair and let you comb it .. (or possibly braid it) for the first time before going to bed together? Thank you ☺️

helloooo, glad u're enjoying my stuff!! here u go 🌷added a few little tweaks but did i manage to make all your requests possible?? ueueueuueue hope i did this justice! *w*

IZOU; haircare with izou

wc: 1418 warning/s: afab reader, purely sfw, izou gets nakey for the washing but it's wholesome, pure fluff!!!

it was deep in midnight; the distant waves of the sea had already vanished as you were lost in your slumber. you had grown tired of waiting for your lover to come home from their celebration in the nearby tavern. you turned down their offer to come with since the previous battle had tired you out more than it interested you to celebrate rowdily in victory.

in the dimly lit dining hall of the moby dick; you had one of your arms on top of the other, serving as the soft surface to carry your drowsy head as you drifted off to dreamland not too long ago. you didn’t seem to notice the light carry of footsteps approaching and the heavy shift of atmosphere from the arrival of someone that sat beside you.

you didn’t seem to acknowledge how earnest this visitor was studying you, how your lips part ever so slightly from the little snores. he remembered how serene you look that he almost felt like a nuisance sitting like a rugged rat beside you. he was reeking of booze and was dirty from the battle, you awoke at the change in environment.

“ah sorry, did i wake you?” izou welcomes you from your deep nap, a gentle smile on his painted lips.

you rubbed your eyes to see him clearly, “yeah, you stink!” you joked, pinching your nose slightly.

evoking a chuckle from him, he leaned back at the backrest of the seat. “you’re right, i could use a bath right now.” he let out a sigh as he stretched his legs forward and his arms upward on his seat. “my wounds hurt though, mind helping me out?” he met your eyes, his sharp eyes that never seem to make your heart skip a beat.

you blush a little, tucking a hair on your ear and smiling at him. “i-i’d love to!” he then returned your smile, patting you on the head as he relished your little reactions to his gesture.

you two made it to the bathroom where you willingly took off his pink kimono. to which you slowly did, musing at the scars of battle engraved at the expanse of his brawny back and most of all, the kozuki crest he takes so much pride in. this is not the first time you saw it, of course.

“hm? something the matter, name?” he looked slightly over his shoulder to you. you shook your head and brushed it off, ushering him to the tub after taking off his last article of clothing.

once he is settled in the tub, you untie his hair and watch how his gorgeous raven locks unfurl from his bun. you poured water over his head and watched him shiver a little from the cold, you let out a giggle and teased him for it.

the bath went by as he rambled about the hilarious things that happened in the tavern and especially at the battle. you two exchanged laughs as you scrubbed his back and washed off the grime on his skin.

the sight of izou without his bun as his silky, stygian locks contrasted with the wintry tone of his skin made him look so divine as the water reflected on him. you went to the tip of the tub and shampooed his hair, running your fingers through his locks onto his scalp and watching him take delight in the pleasure of your fingers. “feels good, love.”

once the shampooing is over, you rinsed it off as the product slid off his shiny locks. his hair scented like cherry blossoms as it wafted across the room. “‘m glad your enjoying yourself.” you leaned over to place a kiss on his forehead. “i’ll take care of you and your beautiful hair tonight!”

“i seem to have got myself a sweet one, how lucky am i?” he looked up at you with the kindest eyes and the softest smile. your chest tightened at that moment, stuck in the chocolate of his eyes. “stop flirting, izou! i’m too sleepy for this.” you pouted, pulling yourself up from your seat and escaping before you puke out your volatile heart. all you heard from him was a hearty laugh before the sound of the water splashing from him standing up reverberated across the room.

he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his hips, another towel to dry off his hair. he caught your eye as you unconsciously observed him in the mirror, gawking at the beauty of this man and his toned body. you felt weak in the knees when he smiled, winking at you in the mirror. he laughed at how you turned to the side where you can’t see him and the mirror, this man will soon be the death of you.

“mind doing my hair too, darling?” he proposed, towering over you as he got insanely close with his damp body. “comb it for me, hm?”

“you’re enjoying this way too much.” you tried calming down your heart as you tried escaping the situation again, only to be hindered by his arm extending to the wall. trapping you by his grasp.

“and maybe braid it for me in the morning, yes?” he smiled wider, relishing how flushed you are. “and please, i must enjoy myself! you’re spoiling me a lot tonight, dear.”

“plus, we’ve only got together recently. doing these new things are quite… magical, don’t you agree?” he added, leaning over to meet your eyes.

“f-fine, just put something on i can’t breathe!” you instantly let out, only to get redder. izou burst into laughter, holding onto his stomach and wiping off a tear in his eye. you marched out of the bathroom, sitting at the edge of the bed and burying your face in a pillow.

it took a while before you heard the door open again. “doing okay, name?” he left the bathroom, wearing his fluffy bathrobe and his hair damply hanging from the crown of his head and pristinely accentuating the grace in his features.

“yeah, get over to the damn vanity.” you responded quite snappily, only because you were kind of overwhelmed. he paid it no mind and heed your commands.

he sat in front of you before the mirror, you stood up and picked up the comb. the teeth of the comb smoothly carded his lustrous hair, no tangled strands whatsoever to hurt him. too occupied with your task, you didn’t notice how izou looked at you with so much intent in the mirror.

“hey, name.” he called out, seeing as you’re too engrossed in combing his hair. you met his eyes with a hum. “can we do this every night?”

your heart melted at how kindly he phrased it out, with the most gentle tone of his voice that had turned your heart into putty. “all that from earlier until whatever comes next to this, i’d like to do it again, always.”

“of course, i’m more than happy to spoil you, izou.” you smiled, pinching his cheek. “now, can we please go to bed?” you pouted, yawning soon after.

“absolutely, love. after you.” he smiled, flipping off the light switch. he followed you to the bed and crawled into the sheets with you. he opened his arms for you to settle on, embracing him and melting in his tight hug.

“ah, you have no idea how long i waited to ask you to do those for me. it’s truly a dream come tr-” his sentence was interrupted by your snoring; he laughed a little to not wake you. he shut his eyes in hopes of steadying the rhythm of his heart and to forced the intense urge to smile ear to ear at the events. he truly finds you too endearing it’d trouble his breathing.

he whispered before placing a kiss on the top of your head. “oyasumi, anata.”

the morning after, he insisted on getting braids from you. so you heed his request and did intricate waterfall braids cascading down his raven locks and decorated it with flowers and butterfly clips, finishing it off with a pink bow not too far from the bottom of his hair, tying up the rest of it. he outsold rapunzel at this point. he wore it the entire day and puffed up at all the compliments he got, bragging that you did it for him. he annoyed everyone on the ship and insisted on you doing it again for him for tomorrow and the following tomorrows.

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Take My Lips (You Leave Me Tongue Tied)

warnings: dom reader, sub yuta, top reader, bottom yuta, hes pathetic, reader is kinda a dick, mild degradation, getting walked in on, gender neutral reader.

word count: 3.3k read the full story here (30k words)

a/n: gender isnt mentioned, nor genitals, but you fuck him. it's up to reader to decide whether its with a strap or a real dick! also, this is technically in the high&low universe too (reader is basically Amagai if you've seen the movie)

Yuta is exhausted, after training all the students in the school, part of the job you delegated to him, by specifically allowing them to land punches and kicks on his body (the way you specifically requested him to train) he is tired and honestly, in a lot of pain.

Even breathing hurts, and he can't help but wonder if one of the students kicked a rib.

Even being top fighter doesn't make him invincible, though for some reason, you seem to think that it does.

Or maybe you don't, maybe you just do it for fun, just to see him hurt.

He doesn't really care about the reason though. He'll do it anyway.

After his training session, he slips into your shared bedroom upstairs, the secret top floor of Senomon High, and sighs in relief when he sees that you're not around.

You're busy, thank God. The last thing he wants to do is spend time trying to explain to you how the training went and not say the wrong thing to get hurt further.

He runs a scalding bath and sinks pleasantly into it; hoping that the water will take the edge off the pain. He knows that you will be angry at him for not being useful.

It doesn't matter that he took over a hundred hits to his body, or that he did exactly what you asked, or that the Senomon boys are improving their skills.

Yuta has already learned that it's difficult to please you. Even if he completes what was asked…it's still difficult, and you complain about him more and more as of recently.

Even when he is the most loyal of all the people you hired, even when he always completes whatever is asked of him to the best of his ability and he tries not to talk back to you even when he disagrees so deeply with whatever you do. Even when Yuta is the reason you even got an opportunity to become the top school in the district or even had a chance of overpowering Oya High for that spot.

Yuta submerges his head beneath the water and hopes that all his thoughts will wash away just like the dirt on his body.

He stays in the bath until his fingers get pruney and the water gets colder, and he finally gets out.

He wraps a towel around his waist and opens the door. He is startled when he sees you sitting on the couch.

After his calming bath, he forgot that you were actually at school. He managed to make his mind blank of everything within the bath, and now you are sitting in front of him.

"Y-y/n—" he stutters, gripping the towel around his waist.

You blatantly stare at his chest as he speaks. "So that's where you've been. I was looking for you, but the guys said you left immediately after you finished. I thought maybe you stepped out. What, you've been in the bathroom for this long?"

"Yeah, I was feeling hurt after the session. The bath helped." His voice gets progressively quieter as he finishes the sentence, because he knows that you aren't pleased.

You don't need to voice it anymore; Yuta can tell now when you're disappointed.

"You couldn't do anything productive with your time?"

"I'm sorry, Y/n, I didn't mean to be lazy."

You sigh. "Fine, Nakamoto. How was the training session?"

"It was good, they learned everything well. They got a lot of good hits in." Yuta replies.

He pulls on underwear and a shirt. "Do you have anymore use for me today?"

"Right now, you can go get us dinner. I'll have plenty of use for you later." You say, your voice turning sultry at the end.

Yuta turns away before he can flush, the implication of what the use for him will be later turning him red.

You usually only want to use him for oral pleasure, but he always loves it when you gets like this.

When you're willing to touch him, even if it's only with the goal of your own pleasure.

A sick part of him deep inside clings to your sexual touches, morphing them into something more. When he wakes up in the middle of the night from a dream of you and him together—truly together, romantically—it is the moments of you fucking him, no matter how quickly and dismissively, that fuel them. He feels your hands on his body and his mind imagines you pressing deep kisses to his lips and fucking him tenderly, even though it’s nothing more than a wishful fantasy.

You give him 5,000 yen and tell him to pick up something for himself. You don't remind him to order anything for you, but he knows your usual already.

And, well, if he gets the order wrong, he'll find out quickly.

His body aches more and more the more he walks, but he gets your food regardless, and gives you back the change.

Yuta knows that nothing of significance is happening, so he tries to force himself to relax. There's an internal voice within his head telling him that he was too unproductive today, because he knows that it's what you would tell him any other day. He worked out, did a training session, took a bath and now he is eating food that you paid for.

You come back to the room at eight.

"Strip." You say, and Yuta stands up immediately to pull off his clothes.

His first time truly having sex—was with you, of course. Every first that he’s had so far has been at your hands. you've had a chance to see how he works and how he ticks, knowing what arouses him better than even what he can comprehend.

You weren't a virgin when Yuta got you off for the first time, as you'd bragged about time and time again, reminding him that you lost your virginity in the bathroom of some fancy work gathering your father dragged you to. You were quick to tell him about all the times you'd made out with people and when you had your first kiss, laughing when Yuta would only nod because he had nothing to say in response.

Not when he’d never so much as kissed someone. He still hasn’t; you won’t kiss him, certainly not make out with him. So, Yuta has given head more times than he can count on his hands, been fucked by you just as much, but he’s never had the chance to so much as kiss another person.

The version of you he sees at night is meaner than how you act during the day, and it makes Yuta shiver. In fear, or in anticipation, he's not truly sure—it might be both—but when you demand things from him in this sense, he can accept it more than the demands during the day.

You smirk as you push him onto your bed.

"God, your fucking body line is insane." you curse, reaching under the bed to get lube.

There is no patience for Yuta, there is usually no time for any kind of foreplay, and Yuta doesn't need any, because he is already hard the moment you asks him to do more than just give head, and if he isn't asked, it is just him pleasing you without it being reciprocated, and there's no need for him to be hard at all.

Of course, he is. But it's only because it's you.

You flip him over onto his stomach with force and he moans.

He hears the uncapping of a lube bottle and seconds later feels your first finger at his entrance, pushing into him without much resistance.

It doesn't take long before you're working him open enough to take your middle finger along with your pointer, and Yuta moans again at the intrusion.

Yuta's is not even the biggest fan of sex like this, but, anything you could do to him would arouse him, and despite you hating taking the time to do actual foreplay, you can find his prostate with ease, and that's enough to keep him satisfied.

Yuta buries his face in his arms with a quiet whine as you push two fingers onto it.

You laugh. "Found it, didn't I?" you ask, rhetorically, rubbing on the gland at making his body tense.

"Y-Yeah" He gasps anyway, his voice wobbly.

"God, you're so easy, just two fingers and you're already like this for me." You say and you remove them from Yuta's hole to apply more lube.

Yuta's legs twitch when you pushs in three fingers and curl them all the way to his prostate immediately. His voice pitches higher as a moan spills from his lips freely.

You lean close to him, biting on his ear and murmuring, “You’re acting like such a slut today, moaning so much and I haven’t even stuck my dick in you yet.”

Your fingers don’t slow down against his prostate, in fact they speed up. Usually you get to the main event as quick as possible, while asking him to remain as silent as he physically can, but it seems you're feeling a little different today.

"Haah, f-fuck! Y/n!" he stutters, his eyes slipping closed as he buries his head in the pillows beneath it.

"Yeah? Feels good, huh?"

Your fingers massaging his prostate leave him gasping for air. He wonders if this even counts as foreplay, when you're just rushing him to an orgasm as quickly as he possibly can with your fingers, but whatever you're doing, it's working.

"Oh my God—" Yuta moans, meaning to say words after that, but the rest of his sentence just spilling out like gibberish as his body refuses to cooperate with him.

"Already? You're already fucking cock drunk and it's barely been five minutes." You tell him, slapping his ass with your free hand.

"Hnng~"

You laugh condescendingly. "Maybe I should do this more often. If I knew you could cum on my fingers in five minutes like a desperate bitch then I would've been trying to do it all along.”

Yuta bites his lip to prevent himself from responding, even though your words send lightning shooting down his spine. He focuses on the way your fingers move in tandem to make him feel so insane.

Your fingers aren’t particularly long, Yuta's own are much longer, but they’re thick and you knows how to use them well.

It’s as if you're intertwined, and maybe you are, after all, you know exactly how he ticks. You know how to get under his skin, whether that be mentally or physically, pushing all the right buttons to leave him a scrambled mess. You know the right words to say to cut Yuta to the core and leave him hurting, and you know what to say to leave him gasping and moaning. You know the spots that make him bruise easily just as well as you knows the spots that have him falling undone.

You knew how to find his prostate instantly, even the first time that you'd fucked him open with your fingers, despite telling never actually having done it before.

You are always harsh with your efforts and one to take, take, take, until Yuta is gasping for breath and clamping down on his mouth to keep quiet.

“You’re a pretty toy, Yuta. Always so pleased with whatever I do to you-” You tell him, “or, whatever I don’t.”

Yuta moans, gasping at the praise. His eyelids flutter and he can’t help the way that he reacts to your words. Praise from you always leaves him flustered, and during sex that desire to be praised is even more intense. When he gets it, it’s like a rush of pleasure bursting beneath him.

“Fuck, 'm so close”

“I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking. I didn’t even have to touch your dick” you say sardonically,

“Fine, cum for me then.”

You asked him to, and so, he does. His body locks up and his legs spasm as ropes of white cum shoot in between his stomach and the bed. His eyes rolled back into his skull as pleasure overcomes his senses, his vision going white as he moans, “Ah— Y/n!”

His voice is pitched higher than either he or you have heard it before, raised as he gets lost in the throes of his pleasure.

His orgasm crashes over him hard but fast, just as your fingers moved inside of him.

When his body completely melts into the bed, he registers the fact that you're is still sitting in between his spread legs.

“Hhh, sorry, Y/n.”

“Don’t worry, you squealing like a pornstar on my fingers was enough to keep me entertained for a little bit.”

You pull his hips up into the air and tug his head up by his hair as a whine falls from his lips.

"You're usually so quiet, because I tell you to be, but I think I enjoy you moaning like a slut for me just as much. You can barely keep your mouth shut, and it's hot that I turned you into such a mess so quickly."

"But now it's time for me to enjoy myself." You say, lowering your voice.

You push into him in one go, and though Yuta is already thoroughly stretched from the three fingers you gave him, your cock stretches him more.

His eyes fly open and he slaps a hand over his mouth to avoid nearly yelling at the painfully pleasant feeling of your cock splitting him open, whatever amalgamation of words that were forcefully spilling from his lips thankfully muffled by his fingers.

“Ah, fuck. You’re tight even after three fingers.” you moan, and begin to fuck Yuta with no wait.

“Oh my God!” Yuta gasps again, breathless, because it feels like that’s the only word that will come out of his mouth at this point.

Your hands on his waist and hair are the only thing keeping him up in the air, as his legs feel weak and his thighs keep shaking.

“Fuck, uhng—” Yuta groans, his eyes falling closed as he slips away into euphoria.

“Y/n, Y/n, please!”

“Please what, bitch?” you grit out, hips already pistoning into him with abandon.

“Fuck me, oh fu- ah!” He gasps, his voice quickly pitching up with pleasure as you keep going.

He’s already past his first orgasm, and the second one is going to come much much faster, whereas you haven't even hit your first yet, still coherent and entirely in control as you'll likely remain, even as Yuta continues to fall apart in front of you.

His mouth spills high pitched “ah, ah, ah’s” in time with your quick thrusts, rhythmic and staccato as he can’t keep them back. He feels so aroused that he feels dizzy; all the moans and words spilling from his mouth come out involuntarily and he can’t control the way his voice sounds or what he says anymore.

“It’s so good, Y/n!”

“You’re so fucking loud, Nakamoto.” you moan. “You want everyone left in the school to know you’re my bitch?”

“Fuck, fu—” Yuta chokes, his eyes blown back with lust, his iris’ barely visible.

“You can’t even keep your mouth shut for a second, what would people say if they knew you were such a cockslut, Nakamoto?”

“Love it—oh fuck—when y-you fuck me—shit, Y/n,” Yuta whines, eyes halfway rolled back into his skull when the door opens.

Within seconds, before he can even process the door opening, the hand you had in his hair to pin him to the pillows throws him off the bed and onto the ground.

He hits the floor on his hurt left side with such force that it sends him rolling over twice. Disoriented, aroused and confused, he doesn’t even hear the students words, or your yelling at them to leave, though he knows that you are. Instead, he curls in on himself, hiding his dick from the view of the student that entered the room.

He doesn’t even know who that is, but they know him, He doesn’t need to look at the student to know that they probably are disgusted, looking at him, naked on the floor.

Because, you threw him off the bed to save your own ass. It would’ve been so easy to throw the sheets over you both, instead, but that would leave you in the bed together, and to you, being caught in bed with him probably isn't any better than being caught fucking him.

He is just disposable to you.

The student leaves and the door closes and he finally unfurls himself and rolls onto his back on the floor.

Once again, you are glaring at him.

He parts his mouth to say something, anything; to apologise to you for what happened—

But, you beat him to it. “You couldn’t keep your fucking mouth shut, now you got us both caught and I didn’t even get to cum.” you sneers.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean to, I couldn’t— we can continue if you'd like, I-I can get you off or we can go back to having sex if you'd prefer." Yuta tells you, his voice far past desperate and into the pleading territory as he tries to do anything to make it up to you.

He was loud, unable to hold back his noises as he purposefully would every other time you had sex, and it resulted in the two of you getting caught by another student. He's always quiet, intentional with his noises, gasping and panting and never allowing more than a hitched, muted moan to spill from his lips, because you always wanted him like that.

Today was the only, only, day he was loud and uninhibited with his moans and the one day he thought it was okay because he made himself useful to you today during that training session.

But he'd ruined everything for both you, and there was no doubt within his mind that when he went downstairs to mingle with the rest of the students tomorrow, they'd look at him with disgust for enjoying being fucked like a bitch.

They'd finally have a reason for why he hangs around you, either they'll think you're dating or that Yuta is your willing cockslut, and with it being rumours, it's not like he'll be able to disprove them.

You could shut them up while he was in the room, quickly, but it wouldn't stop them from talking once he was gone, and they would, undoubtedly.

You scoff at him. "Fucking shut it, Nakamoto," you say, and Yuta nods.

You don't want to hear him talk anymore, but that doesn't stop you from stalking across the room and shoving his head down on you.

The second you cum, you grip his hair and shove his head towards the ground, walking away to get in the shower, leaving him with a softening hard on, sweating, hurt and open.

He curls back up on the floor, his tears dripping onto the hardwood. He doesn't want you to see him cry, not when this was his fault anyways, but it hurts.

But he's grown used to that. He's accepted it, just as he's accepted his place as your loyal lapdog, eating your scraps with pleasure, because it's all he'll recieve.

You're just his old childhood friend, turned aloof boss. You're just the person who give him a place to stay. That's all you are, at least in practicality. But to him, you are his everything, his reason for life, his purpose. Without you, he would be nothing, he would have nothing.

But that doesn't change his heart. It doesn't change his feelings.

Loving you hurts, because he knows you won't ever love him back.

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theaveragepsychoticbitch · 7 months

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KINKTOBER DAY THREE: BATH SEX! w/ KAGAYA UBUYASHIKI (demon slayer)

Bottom Kagaya ofc, amab reader. Sorry for the formatting yall this shit long as fuck and I copy pasted 😭

As Kagaya undresses, you leer, taking advantage of the fact he couldn't see it.

He could feel it, though. Oh, yes, he could feel the weight of your eyes all across his body, and it brought a blush to his face that he hoped you'd blame on the heat.

He found himself slipping his robe off a bit slower under your gaze. Letting you savor the slow reveal of unblemished skin. He closes his eyes, feeling yours drop to the curve of his ass. They stayed there for a moment before you spoke, having just enough decency to look him in the eye while you did it.

"Ready? If so, your arm please, Master." He holds it out, and you loop yours through it, taking his opposite hand in your own. Stepping down in the warm waters, you watch as slim legs disappear beneath the surface, traveling upwards far past where the water stopped to stare at his cunt.

It looked soft to the touch, as did the rest of him. The lips were plush and kissable, the skin smooth and hairless. You licked your lips, cock twitching at the thought of being inside him.

The two of you sat down, with him between your legs as you began washing him. His skin was just as soft as it looked, courtesy of hours of care and expensive products. Sitting this close to him, you could smell his hair; strawberry, as well as another sweet fruit you couldn't name. Grabbing the shampoo- strawberry and mystery fruit scented, of course -you began working it through his hair. With a comb and your nimble fingers, you work through the inky strands, detangling and deep conditioning.

He sighs, and you watch as the tension leaves his shoulders. You feel him leaning into your touch as a small, content smile graces his pretty face. A beautiful man, with an equally beautiful body.

You move on to the soap, which smells like the flowers growing on the grand tree in the courtyard. You could never remember the name of them, but even before taking this job, you'd thought they fit him well.

You massage his shoulders, hoping he couldn't feel how your dick jumped at the little moan he gave. Your fingers spread the pleasantly scented suds across his skin dutifully, taking extra time when you got to his chest.

Eyes still closed, Kagaya's brows knitted at the feeling. He'd figured by now you liked what you saw, but didn't expect you to be so direct. Maybe you took him to be sleep... maybe, you thought he didn't notice the indulgent pinches at his nipples, or the feel of your length hardening against his back as you rolled them beneath your forefingers, or even how steady breathes became heavy pants that felt warm on the shell of his ear.

Finally, your fingers travel lower. You glance to the Master- eyes still closed, breathe still even. He'd gotten a bit redder in the face though. 'Heat of the water's probably getting to him, I don't have much time', You think.

You make sure to actually wash his legs before continuing. Though, you must admit to lightening your touch to a teasing graze when you reached his inner thighs. And getting a bit more handsy than necessary with his ass.

High hell you were about to burst. In your fervor, you didn't notice how heavy his breathing had gotten. His head, tilted back on your shoulder, left his face outside your line of sight. Knowing this, he cautiously let his eyelids flutter open. Though he couldn't see, it made the situation feel more real. Like this, he felt more aware of his skin, and the sensations you brought to it.

Slow but borderline trembling with eagerness, your hands delve into the water towards their goal. You part his soft thighs, giving them an appreciative squeeze. Kagaya nibbles his bottom lip, anticipation making his blood rush and clit twitch. Your fingers fondle the lips gently. Soft and squishy as they looked. Moving between them, you tap his... already engorged clit? You were surprised to find it hard and perky, sticking out from under the hood. Could that happen while a person was sleep? You know dicks do it, so... yeah, it makes sense. Just in case though, you glance at his face. His eyelids had opened a bit, but... he still seemed to be sleeping.

As you flick his clit, two soft, wet hands suddenly wrap around your wrists. The grip was gentle, weak really, but it got your attention. Master Ubuyashiki, revered head of the demon slayer corps, was incredibly pink in the face. His mouth was twisted as though trying to bite back a noise, eyes half masted and lashes fluttering. Your own widen, but you manage to avoid instinctively ripping your hands away. The sudden movement would probably hurt him, and by God if you didn't need to add to the things that would definitely be listed at your trial- no, this is straight to execution worthy.

You are SO fucked.

Your breathe catches in your throat as you wait for a reprimand. Oh hell, what would he say? Would he curse you for taking advantage of him like this? Shame you for betraying his trust? Call the Hashira on you?!

"Please... be gentle."

Ohfuckohfuckohfu- oh. That's... not what you expected to hear.

Maybe execution wasn't a definite!

His words sounded breathless, and his grip tightened only for a second before he released you completely. The rise and fall of his chest is slow and heavy as he prepares himself. He hasn't been touched like this in a while- years, actually. Not even by himself. It was exciting, and slightly terrifying. He had no idea what to expect from himself; the sounds he makes would be something you discover together.

"You want me to... continue?" You say. He nods, biting his lip again. You realize it's reddened, and that he's probably been biting it to keep quiet the whole damn time. Your eyes narrow at him, "You've been awake this whole time?"

"...Yes." He says, almost ashamedly. "Excuse my boldness, but why not speak up?" Your brow arches with the question.

He seems embarrassed, so much so you almost feel bad for questioning him. "I... was afraid you'd stop." Sensing the intensity of your shock, he chuckles.

"My status and fragility makes everyone so nervous around me. I never leave the mansion, and since the death of my wife... it's gotten quite lonely. You're so rough with me, it's thrilling. I want you to continue. I need you too."

A beat of silence passes before it's your turn to chuckle. "You call this rough, Master? This is nothing. And you told me to be gentle earlier!"

His eyes lower till they're almost shut. "I've alway been quite sensitive, surely even more so now after how long it's been. I don't want to... end this moment too fast."

You stare incredulously. He blushes under it, turning away from you. You can't believe this. After getting 'caught' groping the master, you're laughing with him about how he doesn't want to cum too fast?

Really, the funniest part was how he thought you'd let him go with only one orgasm after all this.

"Can I kiss you?" You aks. He turns back, mumbling a cute 'yes'.

When your lips meet, you find his to be soft, tasting of a fruity lip balm and medicine. They meld perfectly with yours. You pull him onto your thigh, and with one arm around him and one hand planted on solid ground, you hoist both of you out of the water.

He inhales sharply at the change of temperature, but any other sounds are swallowed as you take his lips again. He's so cute, with his hands fumbling to find somewhere to land, finally resting a bit awkwardly on your shoulders. His touch was unsure, but eager.

Your tongue swipes across his bottom lips as you begin rolling slow circles around his clit. Swiping up the stickier liquids from his hole, which clenches around nothing when your finger touches the outside, you set a steady pace that immediately has his legs jerking and jumping.

He accepts your administrations with a wide mouth and wider legs, burning up at the feeling of your tongue sucking on his. He can taste the sweet wine you drank with your dinner, and as you run along the roof of his mouth, you speed up the pace of your finger, and a loud, sultry moan leaves him.

It goes straight to your untouched cock.

Kagaya throws his head back, whining and whimpering, little begs for more escaping his lips. You dive downwards, sliding two fingers in him at once and watching with a smirk as he gasped and moaned, tears beading in his eyes at the sudden stretch. His hips start to move on their own, riding your fingers dutifully as you kissed up and down his neck, marking his chest with pretty hickies.

At this point, his nails are digging into your shoulders with strength you didn't know he could summon. You take a nipple in your mouth, sucking and biting and making him moan. He doesn't know how much more he can take, honestly. His head's spinning, dizzy and clouded by the lust and arousal, and you haven't even put it in yet-

He gasps, slamming down on your fingers especially hard and making his own eyes roll.

One hand blindly feels down your body until it reaches your cock head, thumbing the slit and making you hiss. It feels amazing after all this time, and his fingers seem quite familiar with this work. He massages the head for a long while, rubbing circles to the pace of your own fingers, hard at work inside him. Catching onto this, you slow down, and his eyes narrow. "Cheater." He whispers, his breath warm on your ear.

He slows down too, though, and waits till you're a mess beneath him before moving to stroke at your cock, his other hand making itself busy with your balls.

You're both quite loud, sounds of pleasure and the wet squish of your fingers in and out of his tight hole echoing high into the air. Kagaya is getting closer and closer, even as he tries his hardest to hold out. When your thumb comes up to start rubbing circles at his clit again, he's convinced he'll break.

And when you add another finger, he does.

His moan is loud, right next to your ear. He shakes, and you hold him, slowing your motions as he struggles to breath through the orgasm. His hand is tight around your cock, or at least, as tight as he can manage, and you rut into his grip a few more times before your eyes roll and you splatter him with your cum.

It shocks him, the initial rope reaching his cheek as the rest covers his chest and hand. He sticks his tongue out, licking your cum off and savoring the salty flavor. Part of him hopes you weren't watching, the other desperately hopes you were.

Your breaths mingle as you pant, coming down slowly from your highs. You kiss him, moaning into it and drawing a loud one out of him in turn. You continue touching him, grabbing and groping whatever skin you can get ahold of- his ass, his thighs, his hips and waist. You rake your nails lightly over the skin, basking in the way he shivers.

Kisses are littered all down his jawline, planted all across his face. But when you pull back, there's a sadness swirling in his eyes. "Master, what's wrong?"

His smile can only be described as bittersweet.

"I'm not ready for this to end. But I have enjoyed it while it lasted." His eyelids shut as he leans against you. You smirk into his skin, saying rather cockily, "When did I say I was done with you?"

He sits back up immediately, eyes wide. "I have every intention of cumming inside you tonight. Besides..." You kiss his skin, speaking between kisses. "this doesn't have to be the last time." Kiss. "Only the first of many." Kiss.

He gasps as your bite down on a particularly sensitive spot on his shoulder. "Will you have me, Master Kagaya?"

He whines, breathless as he rushes to say, "Yes."

#demon slayer #demon slayer smut #sub demon slayer #sub kagaya #ubuyashiki smut #kagaya ubuyashiki #bottom kagaya #the psychotics writing #PSYCHOTIC KINKTOBER23

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bruciemilf · 2 years

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I so desperately crave a fic where Bruce forgets all about an interview he scheduled with Clark, specifically, with our boys in this portrayal

He's swallowed up by that ginormous red hoodie Jason always forgets at the manor. It's got a soft undertone of beer and pizza clinging to it, and knowing Jay, the chances of that changing are close to none.

It's Bruce's favourite thing to wear.

Below that, Dick's sweatpants have to be snaked tight around his waist. He's wearing Tim's ridiculously soft socks, Batman themed as well, a flock of bats starting from his calf and gathering into his famous cowl on top of his foot.

On his hands, he's sporting two bracelets that Damian and Cassandra asked him to help craft. He accepted, of course, because his little Damian looked astray, eyebrows down and eyes worried, scared of rejection.

They were both terrible at it. Cassandra had a great time. And Bruce's dark green and sunshine gold bracelets pleased Damian greatly.

But he had no time to shower that morning; His ribs were moaning still, every step he took feeling like Bane's brutal, sledgehammer punches, hitting him right in the gut.

And Dick stole all his conditioner, and Steph smuggled his skincare products, exfoliants, bath salts, and everything she could get her grabby little hands on, and gone she was. Tiny fingers, big damage.

But that was fine; He didn't expect anyone today. He'll just scarf some blueberries and yoghurt and gulp down four espressos before burying his nose in Jim's earliest case.

That's what he thought

Before modern day Adonis suddenly emerged I his living room.

This man, he's...He's... he's beauty. That's all Bruce can muster in his flustered mind, brain itself blushing, cheeks hot and soaring with a fierce flush. Which was impossible to miss with his paleness. God.

There you are! Got me scared for a moment there," oh no. He makes deep voices sound cute. Those pearly whites had no mercy on Bruce, neither did that boyish grin, glowing silver and warm. " Thought I'd fall through a secret door and straight into a shark tank. "

Say something. Say something funny, come on, he's joking with you.

" ... Why are you In my house?"

Fuck.

"This man, - Clark, Bruce knows who he is. Out of all the bad things that had to happen today, being surprised by his favorite journalist just had to be one of them, - blinks, some grin cut down, and Bruce curses in his mind.

"Um. Your father let me in. Did you forget,-"

" I forgot you were coming. I, uh. I," he stuttered; He hasn't stuttered since he was 16, and had to pitch that board meeting to a mile long table of greedy, silver artefacts in suits who wanted to snatch his company. " I, - Coffee. You want...Coffee?"

"...Sure. I'd love some."

Was it just Bruce, or did this report carry a note of amusement in those words? Bruce scrambled for the first cupboard he could see, " NO!"

Clark jumped on his feet, making a dash for him behind the kitchen island. Bruce almost choked, because up close, he could notice the buttons and seams on that baby blue plaid shirt fight for their lives. " What's wrong?!"

" We're out of coffee," he hissed, muttering a ' damn it, Tim, I TOLD you to replace it' but no matter. He had to find Clark something else. " Uh... Water? Juice? Do you like orange juice?"

He could see it, the corners of Clark's lips tugging upwards, " Orange juice is my favourite drink. But it's fine, really. I'm here to unbury your deepest darkest secrets, not have lunch," he smiled, then, most likely noticing Bruce simply froze in place, he added, " That was a joke!"

Bruce forced a laugh, " Of course. Why would I have something to hide? I have nothing to hide," Very well, that sounded entirely too suspicious. " I mean, not anything illegal. Just... Secrets. The normal amount."

Clark nodded, endlessly patient, this saint of a man, " I've had my share of that. Don't worry, Mr. Wayne."

" Oh, just Bruce. That's my name."

The taller man smiled, " I'm just going to ask you about your involvement in renovating Arkham and maybe Mr. Grayson's podcast, but that's all. I won't try to fish for information. I don't believe in peer pressure and bullying."

" I know," his mouth spoke without him, " I, uh, I know you. Your journalism, I mean! My youngest enjoys your online interviews. We watch you together. I'm a fan of your writing, thought. It's magnificent. "

Even if Clark blushed to be polite and thanked him quietly, Bruce wanted to dive off a building without a grappling hook.

" Uh... Bruce? You're murdering your orange."

True enough. The fruit was entirely empty in his clenched fist, spilling over his hand and pooling on the floor. Bruce cursed. Slamming the sad, deflated remaining on the counter, he simply said, " I'll cut this now."

" Okay." Nodded Clark, clear, perfect blue eyes fixed on Bruce and his hands. Bruce only prays his fingers won't tremble like his heart is.

He stabs the orange.

It squirts all over his hoodie, and Bruce offers no reaction. It's almost worth it, this pit of mortification slowly, tortuously devouring his body, to see Clark's impressive frame shake with laughter behind his giant hands, goofy glasses crooked on his nose.

" I'm sorry," he sounds as dead as he feels. " The orange has retaliated." That did it; Clark was full on laughing now. Humiliation burned like liquid fire over Bruce's face.

If Dick were here, or Alfred, he'd hide his face into their chests like a shameful child. But neither are there, so all he can do is slowly place the knife on top of marble, and stand there like a statue.

Coming off his high, Clark watches him closely, a speckle of mirth shining on blue. " You know, you're nothing like I thought you'd be. As much as I enjoy this, you should change."

" I'll try. I don't want to be like this, either."

Clark grinned. " I meant your clothes, Bruce."

" ... Yes. I should. I have a large collection of clean clothes. Because I do my laundry regularly. I know how to do laundry."

Why are you still talking?

Then, gone was that angelic, fond grin from Clark's Greek statue of a face. He smiled hotly, almost...Sultry? At Bruce now. Something saucy. Sweat was sticking to his skin. " Do you want me to pick something for you?"

"... Please?" He squeaked.

Twin steps went inside his bedroom, and they didn't come out for a long time.

#batman #battinson #superman #clark kent #superbat #bruce x clark #soft bruce wayne #good dad bruce wayne #dc comics #dcu #jason todd #fluff #writing #my writing #text

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scourgeofgotham · 11 months

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Violet and Crimson

Chapter Four

Warnings: SMUT 18+

Graphic Sexual Content, Crying, Unresolved Trauma, Dom/Sub, Slapping, Praise! Kink, Begging, DD/LG, Stockholm Syndrome, Mentions of Self-Mutilation, Hallucinations, Grief, Death, Reader has PTSD

Watching her boyfriend die after she was so close to saving him, crushed her. If he didn't fight with her, she could have gotten the barbwire off. She kept going through scenarios in her head about the two of them escaping Arkham together, trying to cope with the loss. She couldn't tell Bruce, he would be upset at her for not being as to save him. She barely talked to Dick anymore and the same with Babs.

She was all alone again.

The guilt clouded her mind, the grief made her self-destructive, and seeing it unfold made her depression even worse.

She would hallucinate that he was there next to her, still alive, still hers. Then when she felt a smidge of happiness, she would hallucinate that he died. Different ways for each occasion. In the morning getting ready? She would open the closet door and see his body hanging there. At the table trying to eat? He would slice his throat with a knife. She would immediately excuse herself and run upstairs and vomit.

The anger and grief filled so much of her broken heart that every time she got uncontrollably angry she would cut herself. Her whole body became littered with scars and fresh cuts that she couldn't go anywhere without covering up. Her anger became so volatile that Bruce would have to take her off the field. When Tim was given the new mantle of Robin, she came close to killing a Two-Face goon.

She would often sleep in his bed and sleep in his clothes, wanting to remember his smell, it eventually his smell went away. Nothing smelled like him anymore. She couldn't remember the soft buttery voice that she fell in love with. Or how his touch felt.

All of his bath products were used up in hopes of trying to recreate his smell. Once she got to the cologne, she knew it wouldn't work so she gave up. Eventually, she stopped sleeping in his room, and in her mind, she boarded it up.

After years of what felt like torture, the hallucinations stopped. It was two years since Jason’s death. Then she started getting presents. Roses would be sent to the Manor addressed to her. She would receive presents in the mail, and Valentine’s Day cards in August. There would be new sets of Lingerie that would come in with a note that said

“Can't wait to see you

-Your Knight.”

She backtracked all of the purchases coming into an account that, Bruce's money was going into. She tried to get information from the companies but had no luck. She held on to hope, one last time that Jason didn't die from the Joker.

She was at the bookstore one day, picking out some new novels, when she noticed a figure walking behind her. She only got a glimpse of his face and saw a scarred cheek, but not being able to make out what the scar was. She had alluded that this was Jason watching over her.

Jason was trapped in Arkham for another 8 months. One day the Asylum went into lockdown, and he made it out of the abandoned wing. Only to come face-to-face with Slade Wilson, Deathstroke.

“I've been paid to assure you never get off this island.”

“I'll triple what the Joker is paying you.”

He ran off to Venezuela with Deathstroke and spent a year training and planning to make his militia. He adopted the moniker “The Arkham Knight” to haunt Bruce.

Jason returned to Gotham, he allied with HUSH to go on a fact-finding mission to determine the abilities of Batman’s allies. He spent time building weapons and tanks to counteract Bruce.

During this time Jason would follow his beloved Batgirl around sending her presents, and slowly taking things from her room to fill up their home. He put up camera’s around her room so he knows when to enter. He would climb in from the window into her room at night watching her sleep. He chuckled every time she would cry out to him

“Jason...”

“I know baby, I'm here, when the time is right I'll reveal myself. I gotta kill Bruce for what he did first, then we can be together again.” he whispered “I'm not mad at you for not rescuing me anymore, but I'm gonna save you from this monster.” He laid still next to her, petting her hair, occasionally he would sleep next to her, alert in case she woke up.

“Love you, Daddy thank you for taking care of me.” her soft high pitched voice confessed.

“Love you too, Belle.”

She finally accepted her fate.

He took the mask that was laying on the bed and went to put it on, suddenly stopping when she went to reach for his face. “I want to touch...” she whined. He slapped the hand that was about to touch his disgusting scar, “Touch Daddy’s face, and I won't ever take off my mask again.” he growled. He put his hand around her neck. “You’ll never hear my voice, or better yet,” he leaned in close. “I'll never come back,” he whispered.

She was about to cry again, tears flooding her eyes when he slapped her. “I– I’m sorry Daddy, I prom– I won't– again.” she choked, the pressure of his hand made it even worse. He took his hand off of her neck and put the helmet back on. “Next time ask.” The distorted voice called out. He took off her blindfold, seeing how red and puffy her eyes were.

“Sweet girl.”

He got off of her and went to go off the bed then he felt arms snake around his body.

“Please don't go...” he heard her soft fragile voice. “I'm sorry.” He unwrapped her arms and got up.

“I have to.”

“Why?”

“When it's October 31st Bruce will be dead.” The distorted voice said. “Gotham is gonna fall.”

He got up and walked to the bathroom, handing her a satin robe. “The door is alarmed, anyone trying to get in or out, I'll know.”

“After Bruce suffers for what he did, we can be together.”

“When will you be back?” she asked softly.

“In the morning.” He put in a code on the keypad to open the door and walked out.

“I love you,” she called out to him.

#arkham knight #arkham knight x reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd #more on the fluff and angst side #is this series kinky #I'm about ready to have Jason fuck batgirl on camera just to make this kinkier

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queen-of-hellfire666 · 11 months

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Times change {Eddie Munson X Female Reader}

Warnings: heartbreak (not from Eddie) fluff, mentions of sex, friends to lovers, FLUFFF

Billy had just broken your heart

Left you to cry alone in your room until your brother and his friend walked in. Eddie was your friend too but he was one of Dustin’s best friends. “Woah Y/n?” Dustin grabbed your arm. “Are you okay?” He asked gently. “I’m fine.” You sniffled, he noticed that lie, he knew something was wrong.

“Hey Dustin man, go get us some waters k? Make her a root beer float and bring the ice cream with you in a bowl.” Eddie ordered as he sat you down, putting a throw blanket around you. “What happened?” He brushed your hair wet from tears away from your face. “He broke up with me..” you sobbed as soon as your mouth opened.

“Shh.. Shh.” He hugged your, holding you close. The smell of cigarettes, cologne and a faint smell weed hitting your nose. “It’s alright.. Shh. Your alright now, I’m here, we are here.” He reassured you. “Here.” Dustin sat down the ice cream and the root beer before handing Eddie a water. Eddie signaled Dustin to leave the living room.

“Am I that bad?” You sobbed more. “No no. He’s a dick.. okay that’s what dicks do sugar.” He rubbed your hair while holding you. After awhile your tears eased and you peered up at Eddie through your wet hair.

“Hey.. there she is..” he rubbed your cheek. “Where’s that pretty smile? Ms. Henderson always smiles!” He teases but you didn’t smile. “Oh come on princess give me a small smile. Please? Your breaking my heart.” He slumped over the couch, holding his chest dramatically.

It gave pulled a laugh & smile from you. “There it is!” He held your face. “Now.. what happened?” He held the bowl of icecream up for you. You took it, eating small bites.

“We had car sex.. but-but he said another girls name so I freaked out.” Eddie’s eyebrows crinkled, his eyes started up to you and his mouth was parted. “Are you serious?” (like gif)

You nodded. “Tiffany.. so when I accused him of cheating he freaked out on me and called me every name before saying ‘I can’t take this’ and broke up with me..” your eyes watered again. “Hey- hey.” Eddie grabbed your face. “That’s not your fault..”

His eyes still concerned. “That had nothing to do with you! He was a total dick for doing you that way..” he looked distraught and upset. Why would someone wanna hurt someone as pretty and funny and smart as you?

“Here..” he picked you up. “Where are we going..?” You questioned softly. “Can I make you a bubble bath?” He asked, trudging upstairs with you in arms. Your small nod was enough for him. Eddie started you a warm bath with soap and a bath bomb. “You get in there okay? I’ll get your clean clothes.” He grabbed a towel for you.

Your eyes closed as you hit the warm water. “Eddie?” You called. “Please.. I don’t wanna be alone.” You practically begged. He sat down next to the tub, holding your hand.

It didn’t even register you were naked, he didn’t care. He gave you a sad smile and helped you bathe. He washed your hair and talked to you. He kept you calm and safe. After your bath Eddie wrapped you in a towel. You had never felt safer than in his arms. He brushed your hair, being gentle. “Do you use products or-“ your shake of head was enough for him.

“Thank you..” you whispered. You had been in bed with him for a little now, watching a movie now with Eddie. “Of course.. you didn’t deserve that..” your lips were so close it panicked him. He finally gave a long sigh, kissing your lips. It caught you by surprise.

“I’m sorry-“ he started but you cut him off with another kiss. “Don’t be..” your voice was barely auditable. “Eddie.. I love you.” You confessed. His breath caught in his throat.

“You do?” He asked, skeptical. “Yes.. yes Eddie I love you!” He smiled wider. “I just wanted to hear you say it again.” He teases and kissed you on the lips again, softly.

“Ass.” You mumbled before nuzzling into his side. “Night Eds.” Your voice was soft again, eyes shut. “Night Princess.” He smiled in his own thoughts. ‘Eds..’ he thought back to the nickname before turning off the lights.

He finally found someone worth living for.

#stranger things #oneshot #eddie munson #stranger things fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson fluff

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smallestapplin · 1 year

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Since grimsley has his design based off of vampires, may i have some headcannons (sfw and nsfw) of vampire grimsley with the female reader?

FINALLY SOME GRIMSLEY LOVE.

Cw : blood, biting, hypnosis, classic vampire stuff.

Sfw

- Vampire Grimsley who walks around with a black umbrella and fancy sunglasses on, just so he can walk around town with you. Will he look like the ultimate goth boyfriend? Absolutely he will! Did you expect anything less of him? He simply must look his best. Though he makes sure to wear long sleeves and gloves, just so the sun doesn’t accidentally touch him.

- He always teases you, his inhuman strength allows him to hold something away from you, and hold you back very easily. He likes seeing you struggle “hmm maybe I’ll give it back…perhaps for a kiss?” A kiss turns into one, then another, then another, until you’ve forgotten what you were trying to grab from him.

- He wakes you up often at odd hours of the night, just wanting to tell you something. Though sometimes he stops himself, and just admires how peaceful you look, so he ends up sitting at your bedside reading, or counting his winnings.

- Other times he will lay in bed with you, letting you sleep snuggled up against him. He refuses to move, just letting you sleep, while he holds you tightly against him.

- Would never turn you unless you specifically sit him down, and ask, the thought will never cross his head until them.

- Adores drinking from you, you’re his favorite thing to taste. When you let him bite your skin, drawing blood, and letting him lap it all up. He can only gush about how you’ve ruined him for any other blood there is.

- Spoils you rotten with expensive everything, expensive bedding, expensive clothes, expensive shoes, expensive self care products, literally anything you want, he’s been around for centuries, so he has enough to spare.

- You’re going to be taken out on a night in town, lavished in gifts, and taken to classy restaurants, where he can happily make you swoon with how little he cares about who sees making his lady love melt.

-🔞

- 🔞NSFW BELOW! 18+ only! MDNI🔞

-🔞

- That strength of his makes it so easy to hold you up, and fuck you against the wall. He loves using his strength to pin you places, especially when you easily melt under him, whimpering for him.

- Goes without saying, he loves biting you, he loves nipping at your inner thighs, and licking up to your cunt. Biting your neck, littering it with his marks, licking up the small amounts of blood that spills.

- He moans at just the taste, you’re like the finest ambrosia he’s ever had. He loves drinking from you when having sex, it feels more intimate, or primal depending on how he’s taking you.

- Being a vampire, his stamina is insane, he can go for days if you’d let him.

- Speaking of, he does want to, if you truly want him to. He likes the idea of being the big bad vampire that has you locked away, and fucking you for days at a time. Seeing you so cockdrunk and dumb all over his dick has him twitching all over again.

- Hypnosis, please, he likes you under his spell, weak to him, doing whatever he asks. He loves it when you agree to it, and he can make you as of a slut as he wants, and fuck you like it. Your dazed, unfocused gaze, doing nothing but crying and squealing for your vampiric lover.

- AFTERCARE! AFTERCARE! AFTERCARE! He’s quick to get you cleaned up and in a nice hot bath, while he readies some antibacterial cream for the bite marks, and bandages. You’re his love, like hell he won’t pamper you.

#smut #spicy #🔞🔞🔞#pokemon grimsley smut #pokemon x reader smut #pokemon smut #pokemon grimsley x reader smut #vampire grimsley smut #tw.blood #tw.hypnosis #afab reader #x afab reader

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multiwreckedmess · 1 year

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No Reason 3

For some reason this post is giving me issues.

Synopsis - You needed an easy going person with no strings attached and San knew just the man. Now memories of Mingi haunt your daily life despite your best efforts to forget him. There’s no reason to mourn something that never existed, right?

Pairing - Mingi x fem!Reader (I try to limit pronoun usage but AFAB is what I know best)

CW - Smut (like substantial in this part). Angst. An additional TW under the cut.

Words - 5.2k~ (in this part)

This is sort of an angsty multi part smutty thing I started writing this past spring and I am oddly attached to it. I’ll post the other parts later as I clean them up. it’s been across like 2 computers and 2 word processors so sorry for any of the formatting/grammar fallout from that. As a reminder this is a work of FICTION by clicking to read under the cut you acknowledge that you are mature enough to understand that this does not represent Mingi or any member of Ateez in any way. If you have difficulty with this concept please do not continue forward or interact with my work!

This is a multi part series please check out my masterlist for other posts!

ADDITIONAL TW: Unprotected sex (x2), cumming inside, poor communication about sexual desires (but are you surprised atp)

I cannot stress enough the importance of healthy communication. Please talk to your partners openly and honestly about your needs in all aspects of life.

Home from the great outdoors!

You hit send on the slack to your coworkers Hongjoong and Seonghwa, they emote cheers back at you. That’s right. You can’t let him distract you from your job, you have to remain productive, you can’t let seeing him ruin your whole day. Radiator clanging and hissing droning out your thoughts, the faint sounds from tvs in adjacent apartments serves as a welcome reminder that life goes on for other people no matter what personal tragedy you may be suffering. Work to do, a body to feed and bathe, friends to keep up with. Admittedly, you’d been bad on the keeping up with friends part. Weeks turning into months spent dodging San’s invitations to go out with a barrage of excuses that were wearing thin. How many extra projects could you lie about work assigning to you before San took it upon himself to demand a night off, you wondered. How many times would Wooyoung prod you for a coffee date?

There was no reason to miss him.

Mingi had gotten bolder as the days grew shorter, not even wasting time with the club charade and just calling you directly. . What was worse is that it worked. It always worked. Somehow he always convinced you to come over like a cute puppy looking for scraps. Looking for scraps was not what you wanted, you wanted the whole damn buffet. Still you stayed and slept in his bed, and fell into the comfort of being wanted. Still you’d both dodged the obvious question, what exactly were you doing?

“Just tell San a thing came up?” “Mingi, your dick getting hard cannot be why i cancel on our dearest friend.” “Booo tomato tomato, bad pun!”

Escape from chez du Mingi was going poorly. You were pressed to the entryway wall again battling Mingi’s efforts to keep you from going out. It was cute and swoon worthy when he offered to help you put your shoes on, little did you know it was a ploy to hurl them halfway into the apartment and cage you between his arms, his palms making their way up the back seam of your stockings. “Convince me,” you smirk and sigh. “Convince me I shouldn’t go out to dinner with our pal Choi San tonight.”

His hands reach the tops of your thigh highs and fingers graze the cleft of your ass. Slowly he bunches up the hem of the tight maroon sweater dress you’d worn the previous day, planting pecks on the newly exposed skin. It feels nice to be this wanted, you think as you card your fingers through his hair, having transformed into more of a mane than a coif. “Don’t think you’ll need much convincing-” he mutters, lifting the knit of the dress over your ass, no-seam underwear pulling upwards with it. The silky slip of fabric doesn’t deter him, mouthing at your mound, unbothered by the quickly dampening gusset. He teases you mercilessly, kissing the tops and insides of your thighs before returning to your center to remind you of his goal. Involuntarily your hips seek him out, trying to capture him in those moments. “I HATE when you’re right.” The sentence comes out breathy when you mean it to be forceful. All power redirected to your legs, actively trying to collapse under you, nearly buckled onto Mingi’s shoulders. Large hands holding tight to your hips, encouraging them forward. Shoulder blades pressed to the cool plaster your back arches into him as hot breath hits your belly from a suppressed chuckle. “Thought you wanted to see San.” He traces band of your underwear all the way from your thighs to your cunt, tugging upwards into the crease. The little bit of friction has you squirming. “Mingi,” you whimper. Later the desperation in your voice would ring in your head, a haunting specter of embarrassment. “I do want to see him…” you trail off as your head spins. Tugging your panties off fully his tongue finally slips between your folds, eagerly indulging your every gasp and moan. “That’s right.” He mutters as your vision swims. Taking advantage of his size, his hands maneuver you easily, nearly pulling you completely over his kneeling body as you shakily perch above him. Your palms flat to the wall to support you, hips rocking nearly riding his face, the strong steady circles of his tongue have you chanting his name like a hymn until your breath catches in your throat and spine curls forward. Every pulse you feel the blood rushing in your veins as the wall catches your back once again. Mingi is already standing up, unbuckling his pants. Smiling he sticks his tongue out at you and licks his lips exaggeratedly before attacking your throat. “No marks.” He grunts and nips the column of your throat. “Mingi.” He sighs begrudgingly, fingers finding your core and burying themselves. Mingi is used to the process now, taking care to gently stretch you on his fingers, relaxing your hyperactive muscles. Letting them get used to the intrusion. He rocks his hips against your thigh in time with his fingers, already stiff in his sweats. “Fuck,” your heart pounds as grind down into the heel of his palm. The sweet come hither beckoning of fingers gently stroking you to your shuddering high. Mouth hung open against your chest he groans as your walls tense and release around his digits. “Good?” “Yes.” “Still want to see San?” Something in the tone of his voice makes you think he might be a little jealous. You roll your eyes, “shut up and fuck me, you dick.” Whirling you around face into the wall, you hear the clang of his belt on the floor. The tip of his bare cock brushes along your slit. Eyes closed in anticipation you breathe in once, twice, three times- “Shit-fuck-” You’d forgotten too, swept into the moment, the ravishment, the romance of it all. The rustling of cloth and soft padding of Mingi’s feet on the floor away from you. You open your eyes and turn your head to see him frantically pawing through his bedside table. It’s quite the sight, large cock swinging proudly as the equally large man looks panicked into a small box. “I’m out. I’m finally out,” he sounds partially in awe, partially in horror. “Babe. In your bag- do you ha-” You don’t move an inch, cheek still rubbed into the plaster, ass fully presented. “Just fuck me Mingi.”

His eyes widen as he returns to hold you tight to him, covering you in kisses, each feels like an apology. “We-you-you don’t have to. We could-I could-” Mingi fumbles, embarrassed and excited all wrapped into one. It’s cute that he thinks at this point you’d want anything else. It’s funny how fate has left you. It’s not a wise decision. You should listen to Mingi, you know in the back of your mind that he’s right, there are many other ways to have you both satisfied in the end that doesn’t have the same risk associated. But you want him. You’d wanted him for a while and fate had dealt you the winning hand. Reaching behind you, you pull his hips close and position him flush with your entrance. “I’m clean, I trust you. Please.” Mingi grabs your wrist, wrapping your hand in his as he pins it to the wall. His forehead pressed to the nape of your neck, the head of his cock breaches your core just barely. He grunts. Though you can’t see him you know his lower lip is tucked into his teeth in concentration. “Fuck you’re so warm,” he shivers as he rocks his way into you. “So warm and fucking soaked.” He feels better too. Closer. Warmer. More real. Every ridge and pulse of his cock immediately readable by your cunt. Hip bones meeting your buttocks you release twin groans, stilling into silence. Breath tickling your back he kisses your spine. “Don’t move or I'll cum inside you.” Your pussy throbs and squeezes down harder around him. Your brain knows that he meant it as a kind alert, no ulterior motives, but your cunt wishes he meant it as a promise. It’s not like you could even move much; face and chest fully plastered to the wall, held up by your tiptoes and force. As Mingi’s breathing slows his unoccupied hand travels to your lower belly, splaying downwards to brush lightly over your clit. “I can’t wait to feel you cum on my cock,” his lips brush your skin with every syllable. Tentatively his hips pull back, just enough for a small exploratory thrust back in. Your back bends into an exaggerated arch as he slowly builds up speed, fucking you into the entryway wall. Fingertips circling your clit each drag of his cock summons a throaty huff from deep in your lungs. Maybe later you’d worry that the neighbors could hear every strangled groan and thud but for now Mingi made sure you could only think of him. “I can feel myself in you,” Mingi groans, the heel of his palm resting at your public bone, feeling the slight bulge as he fully sheaths himself inside. Normally you’d swat him for touching your belly but the pressure pushes your spot directly in line with his thrusts sending your free hand clambering up the wall. If you had the capacity to think you’d feel dumb, repeating his name ad-nauseum when you aren’t squealing and gulping down tearless sobs. “Mingi-full, Mingi-I’m-Mingi-I’m close-” you plead as his thrusts shorten and quicken. Rubbing inside, rubbing your clit, and palm pressing outside, it’s overwhelming in the best way. Mingi growls, vibrations traveling through your back. “So-tight. So-warm. Taking-taking-so well-” His hips snap into you at a brutal pace, walls clenching down as your eyes roll back in your skull. Every muscle in your body contracts as your consciousness floats halfway between here and elsewhere. Simultaneously at peak relaxation and working on overdrive. Each orgasm rolling over you in quick succession, body barely able to balance on a singular shaking leg. “Shit-, where doyouwan-” Mingi slurs, hand finally unpinning from yours to hold your hips in place. His thrusts are erratic, you can tell he’s barely holding on as your walls greedily clench and milk around him as you climax. Fully fucked out you want to tell him to just cum inside you. You need him to cum inside you. A prize. If he came inside you, you’d have done a good job. You’d be worthy. Worthy of him. “Back or mouth.” The primal need to feel the pulse of his cock draining deep within you nearly overcomes your better self before your post climax clarity lassos your brain back to earth. “Back.” Mingi buries his face between your shoulder blades; he rips himself from you, hot ropes of cum hit the cleft of your ass and trail down your thighs as both of you crumple into the wall. You should feel lucky that he was able to pull out just in time but you don’t. The plaster is sticky against your cheek, every part of your body aches and craves the careful hands of a chiropractor. Mingi pants, entire body pinning yours in place. His breath makes your back feel warmer and stickier than it already was. “Nap?” “Clean up then nap.” He hums, beginning to pull away. “Legs- help-” you slide and fumble without his additional weight holding you up. He laughs for a second before wrapping his arms around you, paying no mind to the sticky mess he left on your back. The two of you waddle to the kitchen sink, where he drapes you against the counter. Mingi runs the water first over his hand and then over a small section of paper towel before carefully wiping your thighs and back, making sure to remove all signs of him. The water dries cold on your skin, you hardly notice his hand lingering, resting possibly on your opposite hip. “I’ll add condoms to the shopping list.”

There was no reason to miss him.

The apartment doorbell is more of an unpleasant buzz than a clear ring. It’s not friendly, it’s urgent and demanding. Pay attention to me! Pay attention now! Hurry! The ability of that buzz to cut like a knife through the thickest of hazes was nothing short of impressive. It would take one buzz to rouse even the deepest sleeper. Three short buzzes snaps you out of your dissociative fog. No packages were expected, you hadn’t ordered delivery, a check of your phone shows no missed calls, not that you’d expect anyone to visit you anyway. Quickly crossing to the door you peer through the peephole, fisheye view only able to see the warped shape of a man's chest but the low clearing of throat was unmistakable.

It was him.

There was no reason for him to be here. He’d never been here. Your lair, your comfort, the one space with no memories of him or any other relationship, just yours. But there he was, standing at your door, definitively at your door, nearly blocking the entire peep hole. How he had found you, who he must have asked, what he may have told them – the thought made you hug your arms across your chest. Oh fuck, you thought, considering the states you and your apartment were in. Braless, underwearless, in an oversized tee shirt and sweatpants. Dishes unwashed, a couple sex toys strewn on the floor, plugged into their associated chargers, stack of mail growing on the tiny dining table that served more junk than meals.

Three sharp knocks follow the buzzes. Oh no no no.

Brain screaming at you, telling you to ignore him for as long as you have to for him to go away. Each movement feels mechanical, ordered with every inch of concentration you can muster. You grip the doorknob, jerking the door open just enough for your head to peek around.

“We need to talk.” He sounds strained. He looks good even with his beanie and mask on. “I don’t have anything to say.” Your voice sounds foreign to you, croaky, as though you hadn’t talked in years. A shoe lodges itself in the crack you’ve opened. “I need to talk.” You rake your teeth across your lips, dry as a desert. “I don’t have to listen.” “Please. I don’t want to do this in the hallway with my mask on and I’ve got to talk to you.”

It’s the soft ‘please’ that melts your resolve. He really could’ve just stopped talking there. His please makes you want to pull down the moon for him, you’d disrupt tides for him if that was what he was asking for. Luckily he was asking for something much simpler than harnessing the moon, all he wanted was time, your time. Dropping your grip on the doorknob you take a step back, letting the door tap the edge of his foot as it gently attempts to swing into place, not quite letting him in, not quite forcing him out. Neutral. He’s not, not allowed. Pointedly not an invitation. Decidedly not a dismissal.

He’s politely cautious crossing the threshold, so unlike your fateful first night. No giggling, no crashing, both of you a mile apart in the 3 meter distance. Mingi pauses a second, perhaps waiting for you, perhaps simply surveying the scene, unwinding the loops of his mask from his ears. You don’t offer him a place to sit, not that there was one for a guest, nor do you attempt to clear a space for him. Like a mother bear you stand in the middle of the chaos, arms straight out, shoulders tensed and almost defensive as you wait for his first move, his first strike.

“San told me that when a person breaks up with you they’ve already gone through the mourning process–” “We didn’t break up.” You jump into his prepared monologue immediately with a correction. He sighs, tamping down his temper. “Then what did we do?” Carefully considering the options you pace your words, “simply disentangled our lives.”

Mingi looks to the floor, hair falling and shielding his eyes. He shifts uneasily on the spot, forced by you to throw out his entire rehearsed speech. He throws his head back and looks up at the ceiling, studying the plaster molding fiercely. Your stomach lurches, he’s not doing well. He hasn’t been sleeping. The corners of his mouth twitch and it’s almost too much to bear. Until then you’d been avoiding looking too closely at his face, afraid of what it might reveal. It’s difficult to pretend to not know what is written across someone's expression. It’s much easier to stick to their exact precise words. Words, words, words, what was left between you and Mingi, words.

“You left me there with a note. It could’ve been a text. It was so short. Why?” Mirroring your stance, his entire body is tense. “There wasn’t much more to say. Let’s not meet anymore. That’s it. We weren’t anything. That’s all.” “No. Why? Why did you let me think I had done something wrong? Why did you let me worry that I had hurt you? Why did I have to feel like I did something to you? Did I? Did I do something to you? Please. Please. I need to know or I’ll never sleep again.” He presses forward with each volley lobbed directly at you, stress rolling off of his body, pent up from months of planning and rehearsing. The gap between you is closed to a mere foot as he stoops to catch your eyes.

“We-my-I can’t do it. It’s me. I can’t be that cool girl for you. I’m sorry.” He pushes his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. With every slow breath a new emotion flits through his body; frustration, sadness, acceptance. “Why did you walk away like that?”

It was the first cold day in early November. Whispers of thanksgiving plans passed between coworkers before the start of virtual meetings, excited at the prospect of even a small gathering. A pro-question dodger, you used the angst around potential new strains to keep your own plans obscured. Truly how long would you be able to hide it though? What were your plans? Well. You didn’t have any and saying that you didn’t have any somehow hurt more than pretending like you had something up in the air. When everyone was alone together the year prior it was easier to swallow the loneliness with a shot of ‘doing your part’ to chase it. Your building’s heat was not yet on, old as it was it relied on a super coming in and physically turning it on, paired with the gray sky it made moping around in every article of wool clothing you owned feel even more isolating.

It was the first cold day in early November. Mingi’s chest rises and falls with his slow steady breaths. You’re curled up in the crook of his arm, pressing as much of yourself to him as possible underneath the blanket, drifting in and out of consciousness. He smells like the woods and the sea and musk somehow mixing together to make your head spin and nerves calm. It’s so comfortable. He’s so comfortable. The pleasant weight of his arm wrapping around you, resting on your hip to hold his book up in front of him, traps you in your limbo between dreams and reality. There’s even a perfect crook for your head that you’ve managed to find, a dip between his collarbone and pecs and your head fits in perfectly. Mingi is pleasantly squishy in a way that you can’t help but squeeze and smile. It’s your favorite part of him, how soft he is when he is with you.

“Oh yeah?” He cranes his neck forward to look at you as you chuckle to yourself. “What’s so funny?” You shake your head, “it’s not funny.” The heel of your palm presses into his hip bone as you bury your face in his side. “You’re just so poke-able.” “So I should lose weight?” Mingi closes his book and tries to sit up in bed, your arm weighing him down he lets you pin him back down. “Do. Not.” “Oh? Would you love me if I bulked up?” “Mingi. Please. I don’t want to change a thing.” He breaks from your grasp easily, sitting on the edge of his side of the bed, leaving you flat to the mattress and colder. “What if I want to change things?” You feel like you are hearing things, noting how he stresses ‘want’. “Do it for you then. Don’t do it for me.”

It’s an offhand comment meant to encourage him, free him from the expectations he might think you have. Instead he bristles, saying nothing. It hurts, not knowing how to go back to that blissful moment before.

“Did you have any other plans today?” Mingi tries to ask casually but the mood has shifted too much. “Not…really? Just wanted to enjoy some modern comforts with my friend!” Instead of upbeat you sound forced, perhaps putting too much emphasis on the end of the sentence, too hard of an exclamation point. His lips press to a thin line, “Mm‘kay. Cool.”

You roll your back to him and slide down into the covers, the silence only broken by Mingi’s soft footsteps away from the bed. If you knew better you’d have leapt out of the sheets and tackled him. You could almost see yourself doing just that, launching your entire body at him with reckless abandon.

You didn’t.

Instead you watched him as he curled forward over the bathroom sink, splashing water on his face before gripping the edges of the basin, head hanging as drops of water trailed off. For such a tall man he seemed so small. You wanted to apologize but, without knowing what exactly you’d be apologizing for, the motion felt hollow. Mingi padded back towards you, corners of his mouth slightly upturned into a tiny smile. With a groaned exhale he sat, his back to you on the bed, torso twisting to look at you. “Hungry?” “Yeah…” “Me too,” his hand slowly pet your shoulder, tracing small circles, tips of his fingers memorizing every beauty mark and vein. “You order whatever you want, just get me something tasty.”

Sitting up behind him you wrap your arms around his shoulders, nuzzling your nose into his neck. Your lips meet his skin at the junction between his jawline and bottom of his ear, his head tilting to expose more of his neck to you. The waning light hit his cheekbone perfectly as you press your lips all along the side of his neck, scooting yourself in closer, attempting to completely envelop him in your arms and legs. Ear to his back you listen to him breathing. “You’re like a cute little backpack on me.” His back rumbles your chest in a way that lets you know he’s smiling and it makes your heart sing in the most sickening, painful way. Sickening in hindsight more than in the moment.

The way he maneuvers the two of you deeper onto the bed is skillful, practiced. It’s artful in how he delicately strips both of you of your clothes. Bare to the world you lay there as he looks at you like he did the first night you’d been together, totally sober, totally comfortable.

“Mingi…” you coo. “Yeah?” Mingi rumbles back, still holding you in his gaze, as though time had stopped around you. “I’m cold.” “I can warm you up then.” All of a sudden his chest is pressed to yours like a large heavy blanket draping over you. Tucking your elbows in under him you made yourself as small as possible, connecting as much of your cool skin to his comparatively warm body. His kisses are small pecks, softly brushing his lips to yours, almost chaste if not for the lack of clothes and horizontal orientation.

“Mingi?” “Yeah…?” “We haven’t ordered food.” He blinks, worries crossing his face, propped on his elbows above you. “Do you not want to-” “No I do!” Shocked, your voice jumps two octaves. “I just-we should order before-if the delivery guy-” Mingi catches the words with his lips, quieting your stilted tongue. “I’ll cook something. Ramen?” He doesn’t wait for your response before kissing you again. “My princess went shopping?” You ask into his mouth. “Princess can’t survive on Heinikens and takeout.” Carefully he lays himself between your legs, aligning himself for you to grind on. “I’m actually a pretty good cook.” He cups your breast with one hand, letting his thumb gently play with your nipple. It’s enough to send your heartbeat south and empty your brain of any thoughts of food. “Mmkay,” you turn your head and nuzzle your cheek into the pillow. It smells like him, like the woods and the sea and musk. With a sigh and a smile you relax into the gentle roll of his hips and flick of his thumb. “Fuck.” ‘Mhmmm,” lips buzzing with a pleased hum, Mingi travels the well worn path from your lips to your neck to your collarbone to your sternum, joining his hand at your unoccupied breast. Tongue darting out to flick your nipple you squeal in delight, grinding yourself against him. He watches every reaction to his ministrations, the way his half open eyes drink you in is addicting, enough so that watching him won out against every other thought. Eye meeting your heart explodes with a shudder.

“My Mingi,” you call to him, your own voice ringing in your ears, tentative and small. Call it a momentary lapse in judgment or a hidden possessive streak. Either way Mingi didn’t seem to notice.

He trails down your naked body like it was his last meal, kissing, licking, nibbling, all while his hand seeks yours, intertwining against the sheets. Reaching your hips his mouth travels all over your inner thighs and lower belly, dancing around your slit, daring to go only close enough to feel the tense anticipation, to hear you huff and whine in disappointment as he moves away. The pin pricks of a smile tug at the corners of his mouth as your fingers tighten in his. “Shit.” He snaps you both out of the moment brutally. Forehead pressed to your knee, his hair drapes over his eyes, shielding his expression. “Condoms.” “I thought-” He slithers back up, “-I know. i’m sorry. I swear it wasn’t-” “No I-” Mingi immediately scoots his hips back and off of you the moment the word no trips off your tongue.

“Mingi. It’s fine. I liked it.” you mutter sheepishly. It takes him a second to register what you said, tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy. Palm placed to his chest you push him him onto his back and straddle his hips. “As long as you’re okay with it,” you hover over him, hands creeping lower and lower over his v-line. From here you can see him clearly, hair splayed on the pillow, red blush creeping up his neck, adam's apple bobbing in his throat. “Yes please.” His lips part in a beautiful ‘O’ shape as you take him inch by inch to the hilt, grinding your hips in a circular motion on top of him. It's a treat to watch him battle to keep his gaze fixed on you, lids fluttering and eyes rolling to the back of his head. Where his vision lacks his hands search, wandering your thighs and ass, gripping and gliding until you quiet them, placing him at your waist. Holding tight you grind against each other slowly, letting your bodies slip and roll with the other. “One- one sec-” Mingi leans to his bedside and grabs the wand from the past summer. “Ladies first-” He places the white cap of the wand on your clit as it whirrs to life. Its effect is immediately apparent. Back arching your brace yourself on his thighs. “Ohhh shit-Mingi-mingi-MINGI-” you chant and bounce eagerly on his cock, walls clamping down around him. “Fuck-MINGI-”

Neither of you are cold anymore. Sweat accumulates and drips from your thighs to the bed sheets. Veins on Mingis forehead and forearms pulse as he snarls and groans, fighting to keep himself contained. “Cum for me, my queen.” Heat washes over you, blood rushing up to your face and then suddenly draining. Chest tight you lose all language. It is impossible to keep your own eyes open as you slip into semi-consciousness. “Ming-gi-” is all the warning you can muster. You cum violently on him. Juices absolutely flooding his abdomen. Unable to bend farther back, you snap forward and collapse forehead to forehead. All your muscles feel exhausted and loose as he wraps his arms around you holding you close. His hips snap up, fucking up into you with all his might. A final groan catches in his throat, cock buried deep in your cunt. Warm and full and happy; you swear you cum again just from the pulsing of his release. Blissfully you rest your head on his shoulder, almost in a frog pose on top of him. Your eyes closed, you can feel yourself drifting off. “Fuck.” You crack open an eye to see Mingi staring at the ceiling. “Fucking- fuuuuuuck-I-” he sighs dramatically. “I came inside. I’m so sorry. I will go to the drug store right now and get Plan B. I'm so sorry.” Shaken from your sky castle, you roll your eyes and dismount him for the bathroom. He follows you continuing to apologize. “I’m on birth control Mingi, it’s fine.” You smile, exhausted completely. His mouth moves without forming words, chewing on air searching for the way to say what he needs to say.

It was the first cold day in November when you decided you couldn’t do it anymore. Bundled in one of his oversize hoodies, freshly fucked and freshly washed with Mingi leaning over a warm stove. You considered how exactly you’d do it. You didn’t want to explain, you couldn’t really. It sounded psychotic as you mulled it over. “We can’t be together because I like you too much. We can’t be together because I want to be together forever. We can’t be together because for a second I thought it wouldn’t be so bad if we had a child by accident. We can’t be together because I feel spontaneous and stupid and reckless when I’m with you.” So you decided on a note. Not a text. A text you could torture yourself daily by looking at. Any time you’d open your phone you’d be at risk. It would have to be a note. That way only he would have it. That way it would be difficult for him to follow up. You even waited, one last sleep, one last rest. You hadn’t even gotten to the stage where you left a set of pjs at his place. It was easy to sneak out because in reality it was simply what it always was, leaving without a promise of returning. It was early morning when you took his yellow notepad and scrawled your final note.

“Let’s not meet anymore. Xx” NEXT (coming soon)

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