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msbyslilbimbo · 4 months

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pls take this subpar smut as a peace offering n then I’ll leave you alone NDKENDJS

@highdefhoetry we love ler!sukuna here >:(

just him getting so mad at you for acting up (which could mean anything for sukuna) while he does his duties and you’re left to wonder what punishment he’s got in plan for you this time.

“I didn’t mean to make you mad, I just-“

“No,” he growls. He grabs you by your throat and pins you to the wall, leaving you to gasp at the tightness of the slender fingers squeezing the sides of your throat. He’s gentle around your windpipe, which you’re grateful for, and when he presses his body against you, you feel his hardness slotted against your hip. "shut up. youll take your punishment and be damned to ever defy me again."

“Yes sir,” you mewl, and you can’t fight the gasp that slips out of your lips when he jams his thigh between your legs. The thin cotton of underwear he keeps you in quickly becomes damp at the idea of his dominance, nipples perking through the bra he adorns you in for decorum. “Im sorry Sir. Please have mercy, I’ll be good sir, I didn’t mean it-“

“Now’s not the time to beg for my forgiveness,” he says, menacing eyes boring into yours. “Now’s the time to accept your damn punishment. Just like the little skank I know you can be.”

He grumbled out a soft ‘glutton’ as he looks straight in your eyes, and you flash him a set of pleading pools. He snarls and reaches under your bra to roughly pinch your nipples between two fingers, making you sink your teeth in your lip at the pleasured discomfort that rocks inside of you suddenly.

Your mind is fully ready for the punishment of delicious discomfort to be inflicted on you, grinding shamefully against his thigh as he uses his nails to dig into the meat of your breasts.

Your back arches and you let out a soft whine, arousal swirling in the pit of your stomach and anchoring between your hips.

He releases your breasts with an angry huff, and when you’re ready for any further punishment to come, your mind and nerves become electric when nails tickle your sides, dragging the tips up and down.

Tickling. He’s going to tickle you.

And that would be plenty fine, if he was in any other mood than venomous and seeking redemption from you.

“Sukuna!” You scream, clamping your arms to your sides and effectively trapping his hands to your sides. You squeal and writhe against his grip; two free hands move to wrap around your wrists and force them above your head, leaving two tickling hands to ferociously tickle and squeeze your flanks.

“Take it and be grateful that this is the only punishment you’re getting,” he demands, and there’s a sick part of you that is, you do love the way he’s got you pinned to the wall and taking advantage of you; your legs kick helplessly, and your pussy pulsates as its ground against his thick thigh muscle.

Just as quick as he starts, he stops, releasing his hold on you and removing his leg. You catch yourself on wobbly legs and look up at him in confusion, your legs tightening to ease the weeping between them.

He shakes his head in disgust, “of course you’re wet. Fucking soaked. You insolent brat. You take my small bit of mercy and get off on it. Insufferable.

“Strip,” he then commands, keeping his eyes firm on you. When you don’t move, he ducks his head towards you menacingly, and you flinch as you slowly take off your panties.

You could run. In theory, you could bolt as fast as your weak legs could carry you, but the punishment would only be worse the further you defy him.

With your panties off and discarded, you thumb at your bra and lift it up and over your head, tossing it to the side and watching the last bit of protection you had adorning your frame fall to the floor.

“Arms. Now.” He snips, and you tremble as you slowly wrap your arms around his neck, terrified for his next move.

Thumbs hook under the dip of your underarm, rubbing ferociously into the ticklish nerves that hide under the surface. You scream and toss your head back against the wall, only for the signals in your brain to cross as one of his free hands slots his cock between your pussy lips, sending a shrill of pleasure to curl through you.

“Please, no!” You whine, and he flashes you a warning look before jamming himself inside of you, no preparation or anything to work you up to the painful stretch of his cock splitting you in half.

“You don’t get to demand anything right now,” he reminds you, wasting no time in fucking into you at a pace your mind can barely process in conjunction with the tickling.

It’s so much. So much. So much.

Sukuna uses his slimy tongue to flick against the sensitive area below your ear, sheerly to strike another erogenous nerve alight. Your moans turn wanton and desperate, only to mingle with laughter that cuts through.

“You’re pathetic, you know that?” He snaps, biting hard on the lobe of your ear. His thumb continues to roll into the sensitive muscles under your arm, the stimulation making you force gulps of air into your lungs, only to be forced back out in wheezed, tight laughter. The other thumb, to your horror, parts your cunt lips and rolls over your pulsing clitoris, making your head knock back against the wall in madness. “Of all the tortures I subject you to, all the punishments I can dole, you chose this one to make you crumble? You’re fucking pitiful.”

The signals in your brain cross as the hands yank from under your arms and skitter over the bouncing of your tits, thumbing your nipples while he continues to degrade you in your ear and tickling the swells mercilessly, adding only another element of arousal to your unfortunate situation.

The line between laughter and wailing blurs, tears slipping down the swell of your cheeks as you plead and babble incoherently, all while your voice goes hoarse.

When a slender finger and nail scratches at your navel, the rest of his fingers spidering around your stomach, you’re at your limit.

It’s too much.

“P-P-lehehease Sir, I won’t do it anymore!” You shriek, so hard you taste blood in the back of your throat. The nails merely slot deeper against your ribs, digging in the curves of the bones and maddeningly massage the throbbing muscles between them. “Please, stop, please stop, please please-“

“If begging hasn’t worked the first several times, what makes you think it’s going to stop me now?” He snarls, sending another hard thrust to snap through you, and white crackles to dance over your teared vision.

This is it. This is when you die. Your lungs shrivel from lack of air from being tickled to the point of tears, cunt walls convulsing around him as he fucks himself into you, your head spinning and temples pounding as your juices spill over his thighs and froth at the bottom of his cock. Your eyes roll back into your skull as the stimulation turns to torture, and all you’re left to do is laugh and laugh and fucking laugh-

“Cum now, or not at all,” he pants, sinking his teeth into the juncture of your neck and shoulders, his tickling fingers slipping under your arms to scratch viciously, your laughter renewed as you cackle in the air, but you manage to do it, reach an almost unobtainable high that sends you over the edge of oblivion.

Euphoria courses through your soul as the coil between your legs snaps and broils over, your cunt squeezing sharply against his still pounding cock. You feel the splatter of your juices stick to your thighs and ass as it pours profusely from your pussy and smacking of his hips.

He has enough mercy to let you ride from your high before the hands that previously tickled you to tears unhook your legs from his waist, and you fall to the floor in exhaustion, crying from the overstimulation and sudden feeling of emptiness between your hips. You roll on your side to face him and get off of your trembling weight, embarrassed and exhausted from the greatest punishment your body’s ever had to endure.

“Hey,” he whispers, crouching down after your tumbling body. “Look at me.” When you open your bleary eyes to look at him, his eyes are soft and warm unlike the venom in his features not fourteen seconds ago, face close enough when you feel the comforting warm from his skin. “Can you stand?”

You whine and scoot back softly, and he shushes you gently, “I’m done punishing you. You have my word. I promise I’m not going to torment you anymore.” Then, he smirks, “today at least.”

You give him a quiet laugh and slowly raise your arms, trusting the man who absolutely strikes the fear of living back into your soul with a snap of his fingers and a smirk.

But you don’t fear him now. Right now, curled in his arms as you burrow into his chest, you’ve never felt safer.

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dantesunbreaker · 9 months

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Ditch of Despair

Papa Emeritus IV x Reader (based off me falling in a trench the other day, fluff, anxiety, hurt/comfort, 1.9k words)

You are working outside when you manage to trip and fall. But a certain Papa finds you and comes to your rescue!

Warm sunlight seeps out between a cover of thin wispy clouds reaching across the blue sky. Birds chirp their beautiful evening songs from the trees above. Sweat clings to your skin in a thin even layer, a single river trickling down between your shoulder blades to pool at the small of your back.

Luckily, despite The Clergy’s insistence that all Siblings of Sin are to wear uniforms, you had yet to encounter anyone who would enforce said dress code. And thank Satan for that. Otherwise you would have long since melted into a puddle under the sun. Wearing a pair of shorts and an all too big cut off shirt was all that was sparing you from the full brunt of the blazing Summer heat. Plans had been set to build a gazebo near their small pond in order to make the church grounds seem more lively and inviting. You happen to be among the Siblings tasked with making it happen.

Others had been with you through the day and afternoon, but without a supervisor to oversee their work, they all had decided to call the day early around 3PM. Ever the workaholic however, you were set on working until the expected 5PM cut off time. Even if that meant working alone. Why prolong a project more than is necessary? So, alone you stand as you place a level along a cross beam that would soon make up the floor. A few minor adjustments are made before you are expertly securing the board into place.

Along the outer edge of the frame of the gazebo some of the Brothers have dug small trenches where Primo plans to plant some of his rhododendrons. You remain completely unaware of the uneven earth surrounding you. Okay okay, so maybe you did know about your Brothers digging around the worksite. But what’s the phrase? Out of sight out of mind?

Taking a step backwards as you are turning around surely isn’t your brightest idea, but you are already in motion before the thought crosses your mind. Big mistake. As your foot twists along with you, it catches the edge of one of the many ditches and has your balance immediately thrown out the window. Strings of curses spill from your mouth as your world begins to turn horizontal.

Your ankle hits first, exposed skin dragging along rough dirt until the flesh is pink and raw. From ankle to knee your shin burns with the friction along the disheveled earth you come crashing down upon. All too late for salvation, your palms catch the grass in a futile attempt to stop your already stalled momentum, right hand catching and slicing layers deep. Flat on the ground you lie as you wait for the thunder in your chest to cease. But it doesn’t.

Tears bubble at the corner of your eyes as you try to make sense of what’s up from down. Frustration fueled panic sets in, inducing your anxiety to cloud your senses. Stomach churning, you can’t bring yourself to lift up and out from the shallow ditch. Can’t bring yourself to assess the damage. You are content to wallow in the makeshift grave until either the passing of the feeling of impending doom or Satan himself is ready to come claim you. Pressing your face down you try to let the soft grass kiss your cheeks and muffle the stutter of your quiet sobs.

“Caro, are you out here?” A breath hitches in your throat at the sound of a familiar accented voice. One you have grown to love, but one you dread to face in your current state.

Maybe, just maybe if you hold ever so still enough he won’t be able to spot you. But he isn’t that prehistoric. The last thing you want is your partner seeing you in such a sorry state. But you hear the crunch of footfalls through grass continues to creep closer. You can’t bring yourself to lift your head as the footsteps halt a few feet away.

“Napping on the job are we now, amore?” From an outsider’s view it surely looked as if you had stepped into the small hole and spread your upper half out amongst the grass.

You are somewhat sprawled out in an awkward way that if anxiety wasn’t killing you, you would find it quite comical as well. Kind of like a starfish clinging to the rocks of the tidepools. But we don’t always get what we want. Giving the single most pathetic whimper you have ever heard, you lift your head just enough to expose your big watery eyes and trembling bottom lip. Mismatched mirthful gaze turns somber within seconds as Papa Emeritus IV drops to a knee before you.

“Oh, caro, what happened? Did you take a tumble?” Copia speaks in such an easy soothing tone that is full of concern. At your nod, he gives the most heart wrenching frown. “May I see? Can you do that for me, amore?”

Stifling another sniffle you drop your face back into the grass but you lift your stinging hand, outstretching it away from you. Leather clad hands grasp your hand in a feather light touch before delicately turning it palm up. A whine leaves your lips as a thumb brushes along what you can only assume is a large gash splitting your palm.

“It’s not so bad topolino. Come take a look, si?” You really don’t want to, but as both thumbs move to rub gentle circles along your wrist you know that you have to. “Prometto, it truly is not as bad as you may think, amore mio.”

Sucking a deep breath in hopes it will provide the strength you require, you lift your head once again. Your eyes follow the same path as the mismatched pair before you to take in the damage.

“Oh...”

You feel just as small as you are sure your voice sounds in the moment. A mere two inch cut is what you see before you. Blood is clearly seen between the torn skin, but it is trapped below the surface of another layer of skin already sealed off due to the angle of the wound. Embarrassment flushes your cheeks as you drop your head and let out a pitiful wail. Tugging at your arm, you try to pull from Copia’s grasp to curl up in on yourself. But he holds fast.

“No, no none of that! There is nothing to be ashamed of mio dolce ragazzo!” His hands slide down your forearm to grasp just above the elbow. As you pause your retreat, Copia takes that as his go ahead to continue. “Will you come out so I may see all of you?”

Eyes lifting to meet those of your lover, you silently beg for him to lend you some of his strength. Sensing what you need, Copia gives you a bright beaming smile that tells you without words that he believes in all that you are. Another whimper passes your lips, but in a way that communicates your appreciation.

Reaching your other arm out towards Copia, you wait for him to take hold and begin to move backwards. Half being pulled and half crawling, you manage to slither out of your pit of despair only to sprawl awkwardly partially in Copia’s lap. He hums and coos at you as he shuffles your limbs around until you are cradled perfectly between his legs and side pressed to his chest.

“That’s it,” Copia gives one of those old man sighs of comfort and content as he gives you praise and holds you to him. “Now let Papa see the rest, si? Let me take care of you.”

Nodding, still not quite ready to use your words, you press your face into his neck and point him towards your shins. Unlike your palm, your left leg looks a bit worse for wear. From ankle to knee your skin is a practically glowing shade of radiant pink. Patches of skin in areas are rubbed away and completely raw, oozing bits of blood and plasma. It will certainly be a big mess of scabs come the following day.

“You will be fine,” Copia’s soothing voice hums as one hand rubs up and down your bicep. “Just a few scrapes and booboos, nothing you cannot handle, si?”

Once again you nod, head tucked nicely into his neck. But that is all the answer Copia needs. Rather than pushing you before you are ready, Copia is content to simply hold you until you decide to tell him the chain of events that led him to finding you this way. Focusing on the steady rise and fall of his chest with breath puts you more and more at ease with each passing moment. Nuzzling once into his neck, you finally sigh and straighten your back.

“Are you ready to tell Papa what happened?” Copia’s voice regains his teasing tone as he takes note of your improved mood. It earns him a small giggle and soft elbow jab to the ribs. He takes it as a sign he has done his job.

“I uh... forgot that the others had dug out some holes for Primo’s flowers. And well, I kept working after they all decided to leave early,” your hands are moving and gesturing, conveying nothing really in particular as you explain your mishap. “So there I was making sure the board was level, then I stepped back as I was turning to grab something and... and well then I was in a ditch. It seems my clumsiness knows no bounds.”

All the while Copia listens intently, reassuring hands giving you a gentle squeeze whenever your speech begins to falter. When you’ve finished, he gives a nod and gains a look of being deep in thought. Holding you close to his chest, Copia lets his eyes meet yours before he speaks.

“I see, topolino,” a thumb reaches up to brush along your cheek. “Would you like for me to punish the other Siblings for abandoning their duties early? It is not safe to leave a Brother to work alone on the job.”

For probably too long you consider the thought. Sure, had the others been there you may have not fallen. Or even if you did, they at least would have been there to help you immediately instead of leaving you to wallow with frustrated anxiety.

“No, Copia,” you punctuate his name by placing a kiss along the bottom of his jaw. “Thank you for the offer though.”

“Are you sure? I know Sister Imperator would be more than delighted to subject them to a weekend of work.”

Snaking your arms around your Papa’s shoulders, you smile and once more press your nose into his neck. Without a doubt you could see Sister full of glee at putting more work onto the shoulders of your Siblings.

“Yes, I am sure. It wasn’t their fault, and I just as well could have gone with them when they all left. But you know me, a big workaholic.” You feel the way Copia leans into your touch. “However,” you break the brief pause of silence. “I would love it if a certain Papa were to carry me back to his room to get cleaned up...maybe even to share a hot bath with.”

Happy chuckles leave your partner as he slides an arm under your legs. A small giggling scream leaves you as you are lifted into the air as Copia stands. Though you hear the creak of his old joints, he shows no signs of strain or discomfort under your added weight.

“That I can arrange, amore mio,” you don’t miss the eyebrow wiggle he gives before setting towards his room at a more than walking pace.

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initiallytasteless · 1 year

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Training the rookie

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Simon ‘ Ghost ‘ Riley x f!reader

NSFW Warning: p in v, overstimulation, degrading, praise!kink, biting, semi!public sex

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Ever since your agreement to work with Task Force 141 so far has been pretty rough, let’s just say they don’t particularly like what you used to do— for now at least. You worked with groups of people from all sorts of sketchy jobs; from small time criminals to big gangs transportation and business assassinations.

The only reason why they ( which was Price ) knew you was a set up job, you were supposed to get assassinated from them. Someone had hired you to kill some other big CEO who was apparently getting in their way, so of course you agreed.

The only issue why the plan hadn’t worked was that your employer didn’t tell you ( or was notified ) that the competition was acquainted with a mayor. The mayor being the president of that company, it wasn’t your fault you weren’t from that area after all albeit you should’ve done some research.

So of course like any level headed person would do call the fucking military for protection. You didn’t get the job done, however out of anger you let out some info on the employer. You know you shouldn’t have done that, but you did whatever the fuck you wanted anyways.

Back to now, you where in the training grounds doing your typical firing range practice you were mostly an up close fighter. Price forced you to train how to use long range even though that wasn’t your forte.

You where laying down on the sand sacks attempting to aim at the shooting dummies. You had a couple shots close to the initial spot but mostly missed the red fat dot.

“ You need to relax there rookie that’s why your aim is off “ A strong British accent critics.

Your jaw tightens as your grumble some incoherent complaint focused back onto your inanimate victim. His heavy boots crunch the dried up dirt and pebbles making his steps loud as you continued to shoot.

“ Didn’t you hear me rookie? “ He growled crossing his large arms against his burly chest.

You took a deep breath placing the sniper down and turning over to face him; his heavy frame thankfully covered the sun’s intense rays from burning your poor retinas.

“ Thanks, I heard you for fucks sakes and I just don’t give a shit… now fuck off “ You retorted already feeling the anger bubble up making your skin hot.

“ You should watch your fucking attitude and that damn mouth of yours “ He warns his intense cold eyes burned into yours. “ You can get into serious fucking trouble “.

“ As if I give a fuck, oh wait “ You checked into your pockets and gasp whilst digging into them and pulling off a middle finger. “ Looks like I don’t “.

He bends down and swiftly picks you up and slams you against one of the stand up walls that covered us from anyone who bothered to come outside. He clutches at the collar of my black button up.

Even though his face was covered by his black balaclava with white strips topped with a plastic skull that he got off from halloween spirit. He looks terrifying, but of course you wouldn’t show him. No. You couldn’t give in that easily.

All you could do was send back a glare although that doesn’t affect the super soldier all he does is examine you. Your face was covered as well, yet it seemed his was trying to sense something of you.

“ Can you get your fucking hands off of me before we have a fucking problem Ghost “ You spat his name out as if it was the most nastiest thing you have said. Like chocolate covered pickles that someone randomly gave you on your birthday.

“ What did I just tell you about your attitude rookie… “ He chastised lifting me higher till we met eye level. I could feel your heart thumb against your chest ready to jump out and run off to New Zealand away from this overgrown man. He pushes his body against yours mine preventing you from escaping.

“ The fuck do you think your doing asshole! “ You scowled. Thank god this mask was covering your face or else you would’ve been screwed and he would’ve seen that red face of yours.

He leans against my head and whispers, “ You need to be taught a lesson rookie “.

With that something in me clicked, my legs suddenly felt like jello and my face flushed that it could melt my mask. My breathing became ragged and the damn mask wasn’t helping me with my breath.

His stare wasn’t as harsh as before his eyes told me he figured out something. His gloved hands slide it’s way down to my thighs lifting them up to wrap around his waist. He lets out an amused chuckle.

Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders bringing him closer body heat was emitting from him. You didn’t know was going on, your heart seemed like it stopped, your breath hitched, and there was an odd fluttering in your stomach as his hands stroked the inside of your thighs. Whatever was going on at the moment you liked it and wanted to go on further, but you were to stubborn to do so.

“ You’ve gone submissive just letting me in between your legs like that rookie… “ He teased leaning in close to you. His low gruff voice made you feel some type of way and in a very good way.

His hands inched closer and closer to your throbbing cunt wanting to be touched and toyed with.

“ Fuck “ You whined gripping onto his gears as he teased you delicately. You unconsciously grinded your hips against his hands wanting some sort of friction.

“ What is it that you want, huh? “ He smirks through his mask. You felt like putty in his grip, you wanted to say something but his touched felt like heaven. You wondered what his lips felt like onto your burning skin.

He recoils his hands and focuses on your begging figure, “ Use your words doll, what is it that you want? “.

“ You. I need you to touch me and fuck me here- just please I need you “ You begged. You felt vulnerable and pathetically whined to a man wanting to be fucked like some toy. Something about him just felt different it was unexplainable, but deep down you know that there was something.

He made you feel things that no other man or women made you feel. They never made you feel vulnerable like this and begging, it was usually the opposite.

Ghost pushes his hips against yours grinding into your needing cunt the rhythm of his hips made you want more of him. His hands made it’s way to your breast messaging them through the thin tight button up.

“ Please Ghost I need you inside of me— please I need you “ You whined. You felt like you were just gonna cum from how good he made you feel just by touching you and grinding against you.

Ghost found this amusing. How did a cold ruthless killer become a needy pathetic girl that just wanted to be fucked out in the open fields.

“ Not yet rookie, not until I want to fuck your pretty little cunt of yours “ His voice laced with lust for you. His hands unbuckled your belt and unzipped you lowering your pants. Ghost couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of you how you were just wet for him.

“ You’re sopping wet there rookie “ He chuckles darkly removing his gloves. “ I can’t wait to fuck you and drive you over the edge until you can only think of my cock“.

His gives little attention to your clit creating a slow and painful yet pleasurable rhythm— the roughness of his hands felt like heaven. You let out lewd mewls gripping onto his broad shoulders.

He moves his left hand down away from my clit sliding two of his finger on my folds before sticking them in making me tilt my head back and letting out a moan. He moves his free hand and rips my shirt open exposing my bra without a thought he grabs his knife and cuts it showing my breast. You wasn’t even possibly angry at him for doing so as you to busy focused on how his fingers felt good inside of you.

A burning feeling in stomach began to bubble as you were close to ecstasy; shutting your eyes and dug your long nails further onto his shoulder making him groan.

“ Ghost- I’m gonna- I’m cumming- I’m “ You let out a pleasured moan as you felt the knot release from my stomach. He pulls his fingers away from your pussy and lifts my balaclava half way, “ Taste yourself “.

His sticks his fingers in my mouth moving my tongue around his fingers and licked in between them tasting myself. He removes them and lift his mask halfway as well kissing you roughly feelings his chapped lips against yours.

He pulls away as we breathed heavily. Your body was twitching from the pleasure he gave you, something that you wasn’t used to for a while. There was shuffling in front of you, but you were slightly tired from how good he just finger fucked your cunt.

The shuffling stopped and you looked down seeing his monster of a cock twitch against your dripping sex. How the fuck was that Godzilla dick gonna fit inside of you ?

You were sure that you were gonna get split in half and just die.

“ Don’t worry rookie, you can take me like how you took the other guys down during our missions “ He reassured stroking my thighs.

“ Ghost that was a fight! “ You recalled slowly gaining your missing consciousness back. “ I wasn’t getting fucked like how I am now! “.

Ignoring my complaints he sticks himself inside of me; You let out a shriek and your body shivers as your cunt tightens around him. Oh fuck, looks like you were gonna die not on the battlefield but being fucked on the firing grounds by a British behemoth. At least you died satisfied.

“ Shh, shh, scream any louder and someone’s gonna hear us unless you wanna be caught rookie “ He reminded, but you were distracted by how he was ripping you apart. “ And plus, that’s only the head doll “.

At this point you already accepted death and two if you were surviving this you hoped that someone covers your insurance bills. He pushes himself inside of you easily as your pre-orgasm and his pre-cum helped him slide in. You took him entirely and there was a visible bump in your stomach. You where propped on his chest clawing onto his gear-less back.

Without giving you a moment to adjust he lifts you up with ease and slams you back down hitting deep into your womb. You were seeing stars as Ghost slammed inside of you burrowing himself deep and stretching you out.

“ God you feel so good “ He growls, hiding his face in your neck taking smalls nibbles of your flesh. “ You’re gonna be good little slut and take ‘em all “.

Your eyes roll back as you felt him pick up his speed, you couldn’t tell if his cock kept getting bigger or you were hallucinating at this point.

“ You know who’s name to scream slut? “ He questioned, his hands making cresent prints on my hips drawing out small amounts of blood.

You were far gone high off of pleasure you could hear his voice, yet nothing seem to travel. The burning sensation was back into your stomach, but it felt twice was hotter.

“ Scream Simon slut. Scream my fucking name “ He bites hard onto your shoulder making you scream out in pleasure.

“ Simon- fuck, fuck, fuck- Si- I’m gonna- Si- I’m gonna “ You felt the salty tears come on from the pain and pleasure his giving you.

“ Come one baby, come onto my cock just like that- fuck your squeezing’em so tight “ Simon’s gruff voice made your ecstasy so much better the way he degraded you and his rough lips onto your poor damaged skin.

He continued to roughly thrust into you as you can feel his release coming close and your third orgasm coming in as well.

“ Come into me Simon. I want you to come into me, please “ You cried biting down onto his neck making him grunt. Your head became fuzzy and tears continually roll down onto the balaclava soaked from your salty tears.

“ Shit- coming “.

With one last harsh thrust he releases into you feeling his cock pump semen in your core and the excess dripping down to your ass. Simon leans you against the coke metal wall against your hot skin.

“ Look at you covered pretty in all of my bite marks and your cunt dripping with my semen “ He kisses me gently this time cupping my cheeks. “ You did good for your first time training with me “.

He slowly removes himself from me places his cock onto my stomach, “ Next time you show attitude your punishment is gonna be much worse “.

Sorry for being dead for idk how many days I was having trouble writing something and then writing this and then i got distracted with cod mobile. Sorry for any fucked up spellings it’s 254 AM i’m tired 💀

Anyways hoped you enjoyed xoxo

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avvail · 2 years

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your mind is just a program (and i’m the virus)

tw: blood, violence, implied indoctrination

“You’re far from home.”

The soldier wheezed violently, his trembling fingers digging into the dirt. He could still smell the burning stench of flesh overpowering his senses, winding up his throat until he felt like doubling over and heaving anything left in his stomach.

The voice had startled him however, taking his mind off the charred bodies and the dismembered limbs, tilting his head backwards. His wavy black hair framed his face messily, and his steely grey eyes were unfocused as they searched through the trees.

“Are you lost, soldier?” came his smug sneer. “Lose your mummy and daddy?”

The figure almost blended into the darkness of the trees, and even though Oscar wasn’t wearing his helmet, he could see perfectly clear.

The tight black curls and the dark brown skin; he effortlessly swung down from the tree with that toothy grin on his lips. Oscar knew who he was—what he was—and clenched his jaw as fury ripped through his veins.

He shot to his feet in seconds, yanking the gun from his belt and firing a few hazy, loose shots. The ear piercing sound split his already pounding skull open, but the blood painting his fingers made him a lousy shot. Jude was on him seconds before a powerful blow knocked the gun from his hands, and then ploughed straight into his temple.

Oscar saw a plethora of stars burst across his vision, but a particularly nasty kick to his stomach sent him smacking into the ground. He gasped desperately, trying to ignore the inhumane strength from the outsider. It felt like a damn wall had hit him.

He wheezed in pain and rolled onto his stomach, narrowed eyes searching for his discarded helmet. He had ripped it from his head the moment he breached the forestline, stumbling as far as his legs would dare take him. He should have known not to stop to throw up so close to their territory. He considered himself lucky he hadn’t been ambushed – then he surely would have been killed.

He jerked his arm forward and went to snatch the helmet to call for help, but a boot came slamming down onto his wrist. He heard a definitive crack, before a painful scream tore from his throat.

“I wouldn’t do that it I were you,” Jude tutted nonchalantly, shaking his head as if he was truly disappointed in his pathetic attempt. “Why don’t we have a chat, hm? Just you and me. We don’t need the company, do we?”

Oscar grit his teeth together, shaking as the pain slithered it’s way up his arm. “You...disgusting pariah.”

Jude’s bottom lip jutted out, but there was a sick glee in his dark brown eyes. “Play nice, soldier.”

He dug the sole of his shoe further against the broken remains of his wrist, eliciting a painful screech from Oscar’s lips, before finally lifting off. The soldier didn’t have time to kick up an advantage before strong hands gripped the front of his uniform, and his legs straddled his waist comfortably.

“Or should I say captain?” His green badge shimmered under the orange sky, the sun setting along the horizon. “Funny. You’re too cute to be making orders.”

Oscar felt a harsh backhand across his cheek, before Jude shoved him back down into the ground, clambering off him. The soldier cursed under his breath and made to his knees, but a bone cracking kick smacked into his ribs, sending him rolling across the dirt like a ragdoll.

“Do you need a moment, captain?” Jude taunted, folding his arms across his chest and displaying that infuriating, wolfish smirk. Oscar gasped for breath as his face twisted into a snarl. His belt felt empty. He would have to fight with his fists.

“You’ll pay for treason,” Oscar panted, slipping an arm around his ribs as he hurled himself onto his feet. “I’ll put a bullet through your head myself.”

Jude smirked. “What a paradise Sontos’ world sounds like, right? All you soldiers do is kill and destroy. What a life your people must live.”

The soldier bristled. “What do you know of paradise? Sontos’ rule allows the unfortunate to live like kings and queens. We give them a better life.”

The outsider’s face lit up and he almost collapsed into hysterical laughter. “And you really believe that?”

Oscar’s expression hardened.

“They have your mind right in the palm of their hands. You’re just a little puppet that dances to each tug of their string without question,” Jude shook his head widely, his lips twisted into a wry grin. “How are you so blind that you can’t even see they are stripping away your identity to please their cause?”

The soldier breathed in, the action rattling his lungs. This was a lie. This is what he had been taught. This is what people like Jude did, who had the gall to betray a nation that provided glorious lives.

“I am a soldier. That is my identity,” he slowly grit out. Jude’s eyes flickered with something unreadable, shaking his head with a grim expression.

“Of course it is,” he growled. “Because that is all you’re worth to them.”

The soldier clenched his fists, trying to ignore the spots on the edge of his vision. He launched forward as anger surged through him, throwing a sharp, precise punch. Jude smacked it away and slid from another mirage of attacks, pushing forward with his own.

Oscar twisted out of his grasp and deflected a number of heavy blows, bruising his forearms and instantly tiring him out. His technique became sloppy as Jude somehow hurled even more at him, before he finally slipped up.

A kick landed in his stomach, and Oscar felt the air rush from his lungs, doubling over. Fingers dug into his hair and drove his head straight into his knee, cracking his nose with agonising strength. Oscar smacked onto his knees and pressed his gloved hands to the damage, feeling blood gushing down his face.

Jude wiped a layer of sweat off his forehead, smirk curling his lips upwards. His hand winds through his hair, yanking his head back with a verocity that made Oscar groan in pain. His legs were too exhausted to even lift him off the ground.

“Oh,” Jude’s smug voice was fuzzy in the soldier’s ears, too overwhelmed by the coppery taste bubbling in his mouth. “That looks like it’ll leave a scar.”

The soldier gasped at another dizzying wave of pain and couldn’t fight when he felt two hands cupping his wrists, pulling them away from his nose.

“Look, sweetheart, you need to wake up,” his voice wavered in and out of Oscar’s ears, the pain blinding all other senses. “You’re too young for this.”

His eyes burned with tears. Everything hurt. Was his nose broken? Why was he in so much pain?

“Do you want to be a number for the rest of your life?” He pushed, resisting the urge to tuck a disheveled strand of hair behind his ear. “Are you going to let a cruel syndicate control you until you die?”

Oscar pinched his eyes shut. His sharp pants quietened down to steadier ones, feeling the warm blood streaming steasily down his pale face. The pain had gone numb, but Oscar couldn’t ignore the swelling of irregular emotions in his heart. It scared him, to think he was letting this outsider worm his way into his head. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t.

He was a soldier.

His voice was a treacherous hiss. “Burn in hell.”

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ditaliaa · 1 year

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I’ll Keep You Warm

Jack Russell x Elsa Bloodstone

A present for @wellyourenotwrong for the Werewolf by Night Secret Santa!! I was so excited to be your Secret Santa and I hope you enjoy this!! I loved writing it for you!! This can also be found on my AO3.

Summary: With Jack wounded and on the run, Elsa leads them to a safe house for the night.

Tags: fluff and angst, domestic fluff, hurt/comfort, taking care of wounds, dancing, kind of an ‘only one bed’ fic, kissing, denial of feelings, tenderness, angst with a happy ending

Word Count: 4.2K

Perhaps Ted had been right when he said Jack had a nose for trouble, but there was little good it would do him now.

Gravel kissed his face in a biting caress as his cheek was shoved into the ground. The boot of the hunter above him crushed his back, digging into his spine as his blade rested against the tender flesh of Jack’s throat. He tried to move, but an agonizing burn tore through him as he was reminded of the wound on his side. A low whine escaped his throat as he shut his eyes.

“Stay down, dog.” The man growled.

“Jack!” His eyes flickered open at the familiar voice, gaze colliding with the cold yet worried stare of Elsa Bloodstone. Her eyes lifted to meet the hunter above him as she leveled her bow.

“Elsa,” he ground out, “it’s ok.”

Her gaze slid to his once more, quick and reluctant, but he noticed the way her bow drooped slightly in her hand.

“Oh, the great Bloodstone heir has a soft spot for the dog, does she?” The hunter crooned and Jack laid deathly still as he watched Elsa. “I think it’s time we put him down, don’t you?”

Before the blade could even move, the man was dead, falling with a dull thud beside him. Jack’s chest constricted, breaths coming tight and uneven as he scrambled away. In a moment, Elsa had made her way toward him.

“Can you walk?” She asked, eyes glancing over him quickly and he nodded.

“Yes.” He breathed. “Are you ok? Once we got split up back there I-“

“I’m fine.” She cut him off quickly.

“There’s a cabin I’ve used as a safe house not far from here.” Elsa spoke, “We need to go. There’ll be more on their way.”

Jack tailed behind her, not entirely aware of what he had managed to find himself caught up in, and trusted Elsa enough to follow. It was snowing by the time they got there, though he had barely noticed, so caught up in adrenaline he could only focus on Elsa, and keeping continued pressure on his side.

The cabin was sparse, to say the least and he was almost certain it didn’t belong to her either, if watching her try to kick the door in proved anything.

“I thought you said you’d used this as a safe house?” Jack asked, “You don’t have a key?”

“It’s been a while.” Elsa ground out, but there was no malice in it, only frustration as she shivered in the cold and cast her eyes about the door’s frame.

“Let me see.” He gently set his hand on her shoulder and she looked at him with a curious glint in her eyes. Stepping aside, she allowed him to take over. He knelt, staring at the door’s knob before his gaze flickered back to her’s.

“Do you have a hair pin, or something long and thin?” Elsa’s brows scrunched in thought for a second before pulling a thin strip of metal from her boot.

“Will this work?”

“It’s perfect.” He smiled, grabbing the proffered pin, “Thank you.”

He placed it into the keyhole and began to gently slide each lock into place, each one snapping happily until the final one. He avoided Elsa’s surprised gaze as the door gave a loud click and opened under his touch.

Elsa quirked a thin brow at him as she walked past. “Do I want to know?”

“Probably not.” He murmured softly.

Jack shuffled inside the dark room, clutching his stomach to minimize movement.

“We should be safe here.” Elsa said, closing the door behind him. “At least for the night.”

“Ok.” He nodded, taking a moment to breathe and watching as she made her way about the cabin, checking the windows and closing curtains before turning on the light.

As she turned to face him, her gaze finally swept over him. Her eyes widened as she looked at him fully, lips parted as a breath of shock escaped her lungs.

“Shit.” The word puffed past her lips, “You’re bleeding.

“Oh this?” He moved his jacket a bit to reveal the wound, “It’s nothing.”

When his gaze lifted to meet her’s once more, he could see her unimpressed stare even in the dim lighting. He watched as she continued to the kitchen, flipping on a light that barely refused to turn on. It flickered and sputtered to life as he hovered in the doorway.

“Sit.” She called and he followed her orders.

Jack looked around the small kitchen, opting to sit on the table as there were no chairs present. The wood creaked beneath his weight and he froze as she turned to him.

“Let me see.”

Wordlessly, he lifted his shirt to reveal the cut that ran along the length of his side. It wasn’t deep, but it had bled enough to look concerning to any untrained eye.

“Shit.” She ran her hands through her hair. “Don’t move.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.” He cracked a soft smile despite the pain and she glared at him for a moment, eyes rolling as she walked away.

Jack watched as she began raiding the cabinets in a violent search. After a few minutes of listening to the sound, he spoke.

“What are you looking for?”

“I need to find a medical kit,” Elsa mumbled from beneath the sink, “or something to at least staunch the bleeding.”

She opened another door to reveal a full bottle of vodka. Her hands wrapped around the neck of the bottle and she looked at him, lips quirked up in a smile that would have been joking had it not been for the concern so present in her brow that belied the expression.

“Fancy a drink?” She shook the bottle and the contents sloshed slightly.

“I lose all control of myself once a month.” He offered her a kind smile, wincing in slight pain. “I can’t say I like to replicate the feeling.”

“Right.” She blinked, “Of course.”

“But you’re welcome to, if you want.”

Elsa shook her head, setting the drink down and continuing her search. She emerged with a tin kit. The box was scratched and banged up and were it not for the knowledge that this was the first aid she had been searching for, he would not have known what she had pulled out from the cabinet.

She set the kit down beside him, opening the tin and looking through it’s contents. He watched her hands as she picked up a suturing needle.

“Are you ok?”

Elsa scoffed, the sound tight and uncomfortable. “You’re the one bleeding out on my table and you’re asking me if I’m ok?”

“I’m not the one shaking.” The words weren’t accusatory, rather concern held in it’s weight.

Elsa reluctantly met his gaze. Sitting this close to her now, he could see the ring of fear around her eyes. He tried a different tactic.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” He asked not unkindly, though he knew the answer already.

She snorted, the sound self-deprecating. “Is it that obvious?”

“Given our first introduction?” He quirked a brow which earned a laugh from her, the sound real and full.

Jack smiled now at the memory of their time in the crypt and Elsa’s shoulders relaxed just a bit. She looked at him again, eyes now shining and warm and he fought the urge to hold her hand.

“Fine.” The smile slipped from her face as she confessed. “I don’t know what I’m doing here, Jack.”

“That’s alright, I’ll show you.” His gaze slipped down as he spoke. “First, you’ll need to wash your hands.”

Elsa looked down as if just now noticing the dirt and slight blood that clung to her nails. “Right.”

As she went to the sink, Jack busied himself by taking his jacket off; the shirt, he would need more help with. His side tugged and burned with the small movements and he seethed at the pain. At his sound, Elsa turned, taking in his half state of undress. She blinked, quickly looking away to dry off her hands and clear her throat. When she returned to his side, her hands were steadier now.

“Stay still.” She admonished and he froze beneath her touch.

Jack watched as she brandished a knife, grasping a fistful of his shirt and tore through the fabric. After she had finished one side, Elsa moved to the next, doing the same thing until what was left of his shirt fell away. She set the knife down and stared at him. Her eyes dragged across his lithe frame, snagging on the wound on his abdomen before trailing up to meet his gaze.

“That was my favorite shirt.” He accused.

“Well, I-“ she began to defend before meeting his mirthful gaze. Her lips twisted in a wry smile. “You arse.”

“It’s ok,” Jack smirked, throwing up his hands in a peaceful gesture, as he looked at her. “I’ll forgive you this time.”

“Oh, you will? That’s a relief.” Elsa rolled her eyes, her shoulders losing some of their stiffness.

Jack’s hands returned to the table as he watched her smile return.

“Next you’ll want to clean it, before wrapping it.” He instructed, swallowing the sudden lump in his throat. “Take some warm water and clean the blood around the wound first. It’s stopped bleeding, so it should be quick.”

Elsa nodded as she grabbed a bowl from the counter and went to work. Her nails drug across his skin in the ghost of a caress as she scrubbed the blood from his side and as she worked, she spoke.

“You’re wrong.”

His brows knit together in confusion and he looked at her. Elsa’s gaze was firmly trained on cleaning his wound and so he pressed.

“Though I’m not going to disagree,” he quirked a smile and crooked his head sideways, “I must ask about what?”

Her gaze met his for a second before returning downward and she spoke once more. “It’s not ok.”

It took him a moment to process what she meant before remembering. Jack closed his eyes allowing a slow breath to push past his lips. The memory of the hunter’s knife resting against his neck still vivid in his mind and the derision in his voice as he had called him what he was: a dog.

“No, I suppose you’re right.” He answered.

There was nothing more to say, what else could he? Nothing would change the fact that he was a monster and no other hunter, beside Elsa, would see him as such. But it was enough just to speak it - to remind him that he was just as much human as anyone else and perhaps even more so when compared to people like Ulysses.

Silence filled the air as Elsa continued to work and she seemed content to let the moment pass. As she finished, Elsa dried off her hands and moved to wrap the wound. Jack stopped her, placing a hand on her own and pausing her in her movements.

“What?” She asked, looking at him once more.

“Where did you put the vodka?” Jack watched as she grabbed it from the counter, turning to look at him once more.

“I thought you didn’t want any.” Her eyes flickered back and forth as she gazed into his own and he watched as realization dawned on her.

“We need to disinfect the wound before it’s wrapped. There’s no saline solution in here, so the best way to do that is with alcohol.” He persisted at her wariness, hoping to assuage her. “I’ll be fine, I’ve been through worse.”

Jack noticed the clench in her jaw at his words. She had no doubt he had been through worse, but there was a difference between witnessing such agony and being the one to inflict it. Her father had no qualms with either, but Elsa could not say the same.

Though her hands were steady as she unscrewed the bottle, Jack noticed the sudden change of her heart rate, only hidden by the forced regularity of her breathing. Elsa avoided eye contact with him as she readied herself to disinfect the wound, but a sudden warmth around her arm stopped her. His fingers pressed into her, drawing her eyes towards him and Jack held her gaze as he gently took the bottle from her hands.

“It’s ok, Elsa.” He whispered, as though trying not to scare her. “You don’t have to.”

“Jack-“

“Wash your hands.” He tipped his head, in the direction of the sink. “I’ll handle it.”

As the warmth of the water rushed over her knuckles, Elsa tried to ignore the agonized groans and shuddering breaths of the man behind her. When she turned back around, his eyes were closed, head leaned back as he breathed deeply. The stench of alcohol pierced her nose, strong and sharp in it’s scent. Elsa’s gaze swept over him, noticing how his stomach glistened, the muscles pulled tight from pain. In this light, despite the obvious suffering he was in, Elsa could almost admit he was-

“Elsa?”

Her gaze snapped up to meet his once more and found his sharp green eyes on her.

“Are you ok?”

She could feel her mask slide back into place. The vulnerability she had allowed herself to show this night was becoming more frequent around him and she steeled herself to return to his side. With a curt nod, she responded.

“So,” She cleared her throat, “I just wrap you up and that’s it?”

Jack stilled, his clever eyes pausing on her for a moment longer before answering.

“Yes.” He spoke, his throat a bit dry. “That’s it.”

Elsa nodded, quickly grabbing the gauze and working to fashion it tightly around his midsection. She ignored the way his breath felt against her neck as she reached behind him, the way the warmth of his body leeched into her skin with every brush of her fingers. She cleared her throat.

“There might be a change of clothes in the room, down the hall.” Elsa spoke as she tied off the bandage. “Take some Advil.”

Once she had finished, she excused herself to take a shower.

And she definitely didn’t think about the way his eyes never left her face as she wrapped his wound.

***

Elsa heard the music before the shower had even turned off, the sound of it growing louder as she dressed and wrung her hair out. The crackling melody of an older song she couldn’t quite name played through the hall, the sound muffled by distance.

“Jack?” Elsa called out as she walked closer towards the noise.

Her heart pitched in her chest when there was no response. She froze, letting out a slow exhale in a controlled breath before she prepared to round the corner.

She raised her arms pivoting toward the doorway… and dropped them at the sight in front of her.

There, standing in the living room was Jack, still shirtless and swaying gently to the rhythm of the music. His back was to her and she watched him, brows pinching together in confusion.

“Jack?” She couldn’t help the frustrated relief in her voice and he spun around to face her.

“Elsa!” He rushed to lower the volume on the record player. “I’m sorry, was it too loud?”

She shook her head, her anxiety on his behalf dissipating as she looked at him. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, well, I found this record player and I figured that after the night we’ve had, we deserve to relax a bit.”

She watched as he turned the volume up a bit more and began to sway his hips, the quick guitar strings creating a happy melody. Elsa would be lying if she said she wasn’t mesmerized by his movements. He shifted fluidly despite the wound in his side though, if she looked closely, he did move more gingerly than normal. A certain uneasiness began to creep up her spine.

“Come on.” He smiled, seemingly in better spirits as he waved her over.

“Jack, we’re supposed to be laying low.” She shook her head and he stopped, walking over to her.

“You say we’re safe here, yes?” His eyes glittered feverishly as she met his gaze.

“Yes.” The word barely left her throat.

“Then dance with me.”

Jack smiled as he took her hand and led her into the dimly lit room. She looked down, noticing he had kicked off his shoes and was now barefoot. Her eyes traveled back up to meet his.

This is ridiculous. She thought.

“I don’t know how to dance.” She said.

Jack’s lips quirked into a gentle smile, “It’s alright, I’ll show you.”

His hand grabbed her wrist, lifting it to set her hand upon his shoulder as he grasped the other one.

“You’ll want to step closer.” He murmured and she shuffled forward. A laugh bubbled in his chest. “Closer.”

Elsa stepped forward until she was flush against his body, her face nestled into the crook of his neck.

“Are you sure I won’t hurt you?”

“I’ll be fine.” He spoke, the warmth of his breath ghosting across the shell of her ear. “I’ll lead, you follow.”

She didn’t say a word as he began, his hand sliding across her waist to hold her back as they moved.

“You’re still on edge.” He noted, an amused tint to his voice.

“Because this is what gets you into trouble all the time.” she growled. Elsa could feel how stiff her limbs were, muscles coiled and ready should anything happen.

The sound of his laugh vibrated through his chest, she could feel it before she even heard it.

“What?” She could hear the smile in his voice. “By dancing?”

“Relaxing.” She pulled away to look at him and he let her, his hand slipping away for a moment. Elsa held his gaze a moment longer before returning to her previous position, the back of her mind buzzing at how close they were to each other.

“You let your guard down too easily.” She admitted softly and Jack stuttered in his movements.

She could feel the shift in his body, so close as he was to her and he stilled. The tip of his nose brushed the shell of her ear and he inhaled, a slow, deep breath that held a certain kind of weight to it. Elsa stared ahead, waiting for his response.

“Thirteen yards above us is a nest full of birds. Twenty-eight yards to the right of us is a fox, though it could be a badger, the snow makes it a bit hard to tell. Ten yards from the tree with the birds are a few squirrels. Our greatest threat is the deer a little more than fifty yards away from the cabin.”

Finally Jack moved to look her in the eyes.

“You’re right, Elsa. I do let my guard down easily,“ He conceded. ”but you don’t do it enough.”

Elsa felt as though she couldn’t move, shock and perhaps a hint of anger coursing through her. Then embarrassment flooded her chest, creeping up her throat until it tightened. She swallowed, and without saying a word, extricated herself from his arms. She walked to the record he had put on and lifted the needle, flipping the switch to stop it’s spinning and flipped the vinyl to the other side. Elsa flipped the switch once more and set the needle gently atop the record player.

The soft theme of a guitar played as she turned to face him and as she met his gaze, Elsa allowed herself to relax. As she walked back over to him, her shoulders dropped beneath his touch. Her feet stood between his own, intertwining their legs as his hands wrapped around her waist. She allowed her body to meld into his touch, and somehow, just standing her felt more intimate than anything she had ever done. It was terrifying.

Silently, he began to move, swaying gently to the tune as the man began to sing. Jack hummed along, the melody a low-pitched noise rumbling through his chest as they danced. Elsa couldn’t help the way her head dropped slightly, the heat of his neck brushing her cheek as he tilted his head. She was surprised when he began to sing along, the sound low and hesitant.

“You know Portuguese?” She asked, shifting her head to address him.

“Yes.” Jack nodded. “It’s close to Spanish, so it wasn’t too hard.”

“Do you know any other languages?”

“A few.” He admitted, “What about you?”

Elsa smiled, “A few.” She repeated.

Jack laughed as he stepped to the side and she followed, allowing him to lead.

“My dad insisted I learn.” She spoke, her voice suddenly growing sober. “It’s one of the few things I actually enjoyed.”

Jack stilled, their movements slowing until he stopped, the tip of his nose brushing her neck. His hot breath rustled her hair and suddenly she was all too aware of how close they were.

“Elsa,” Jack whispered her name and she closed her eyes. “I-“

Her lips parted as she breathed, listening to his words. She could feel him pull away slightly and she opened her eyes. His gaze fell to her lips and she froze. The heat of his shoulder leeched into her fingers, warm and soft. His bare chest pressed against hers and she could feel the rise and fall of it with every breath. The last time he had been so close to her was when they were in the cage. Jack paused once more before clearing his throat.

“I think I should clean up for the night.”

Elsa stood silent, letting his words pierce through the heady fog that had surrounded her to sink into her mind. As she stood, he moved, arms falling away from her to step backward. She blinked, recovering and looking away from him.

“Of course.” She turned away, forcing her voice to remain neutral. “The shower is just down the hall through the bedroom.”

Her gaze found the record player, watching the vinyl spin as the needle moved slowly up and down. It wavered as it reached the end of the available songs, a dust filled emptiness now crackling through the speakers. She waited until she could hear his footsteps recede before moving toward it, lifting the needle and flipping the switch off. Elsa ran her hands through her hair, fighting off the sting of tears.

“Bloody stupid.” She whispered.

***

“You should rest.”

The sleep-drugged voice was gravel lined with tiredness and it was a moment before he realized who’s it was.

“I’m not human.” He spoke, “I don’t need sleep.”

“Of course you do.”

“Not like you.”

As he exited the bathroom, his eyes adjusted to the dark of the bedroom, the dim light above the sink barely puncturing the darkness. Jack’s gaze landed on her, laying on one half of the bed, the other untouched. He watched as she sat up, red hair glinting in the soft light.

“Elsa-“

“Just go to sleep, Jack.” She cut him off, shifting in the bed to face away from the other side.

He hesitated in the doorway before moving toward the bed. It was clear she had left the side for him, but even though they had sleep next to each other before, sleeping in the same bed felt strangely intimate. Jack sat on the empty side, the mattress dipping beneath his weight, but she remained silent. He slid beneath the covers, laying next to her and shifted his head.

“I didn’t get a chance to say thank you.” He said into the darkness. “And I’m sorry.”

There was no response for a moment, then she spoke. “‘Why?”

The question was raw, and he could hear the pain laced in the single word.

“For the same reason you can’t dance.”

He closed his eyes, letting her scent wash over him. The crispness of pine needles with the citrus smell of oranges seeping through. The air was heavy with snow and earth and he breathed it in the quiet. If this was as close as he could get to her, he would take it.

“Is the deer still around?”

The question was a surprise and he couldn’t help the smile that tugged on his lips.

“No.” He murmured, “She’s gone.”

Jack lay still as she shifted in the darkness.

“And the fox?” Elsa asked.

A beat longer.

“Gone too.” His throat grew dry as she moved some more.

“The birds?”

She was facing him now. He listened and beneath the pillow of snow he could hear the flutter of wings and their fast heartbeats if he tried.

“Still there.” Jack said, “You’ll hear them in the morning.”

They lay there in the quiet and as he stretched his hands, they met her skin.

“You’re cold.” He spoke, the words leaving his lips in a hushed breath.

Her legs moved in small, incremental movements to intertwine with his and he moved to allow it, his breath hitching at the intimacy. His eyes adjusted, looking down to find her wide eyes upon him, and his gaze flickered down to glance at her lips. Elsa’s hand brushed the bandage, dancing across his side to wrap gingerly around him. The heat of his skin seeped into the sheets. Her lips found his, ghosting across his in a breath.

“Then keep me warm.”

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neopuppy · 3 years

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Best Friend/Focus Jeno-centric smut filth. it’s been a minute.

WC: 3k+

Smut Warning: degradation, anal- because Jeno, thigh riding, nipple play, thigh fucking, spanking, pussy slapping, piss play, creampie, multiple orgasms, it’s just smut

New text message from 🐶Jeno🍆

Jeno: Is it weird now?

You: Could you be anymore vague?

Jeno: You know, what happened last weekend.

You: Oh. Yea if you make it weird.

Jeno: Can we still fuck? Are you dating Jaemin now or something?

You: Or something. You home?

Jeno: All alone.. come over? I’ll do everything you like.

You: On my way.

Jeno knew what you really liked after all.

“You got here fast.” Jeno smiles leaned against his front door frame. Vein enhanced biceps bulge over his bare chest with his arms crossed. His build more lean and ripped than usual mid-swim season. You don’t bother responding, distracted by his low-hung sweats. Thick cock shape pronounced against the material making your mouth water already.

Jeno knew how to fuck you right. Half sad the most memory you could muster up from last time was the limp that followed. Johnny and Jeno had really taken it out of you.

“Staying the night I’m guessing?” Jeno steps aside. Relieving you of the weight of your overnight bag from your shoulder.

“If you’re really going to do everything I like, am I supposed to be able to drive home?” You reply extra snarky. A suggestive glint in your eye threatening Jeno’s text message.

You learned enough about his competitive streak from the last few years watching him swim. Throwing a tantrum and punching in walls whenever he’d lost. That was when Jeno fucked you the best. Leaving you gasping for air within an inch of your life. With a scoffed tsk your finger drags down the center of his tight stomach- “How disappointing. I rushed over here for nothing.”

Jeno’s head tilts, eyeing over your figure. Bag dropped to the floor to be forgotten. Heavy steps corner you in, pressing you against the now shut front door.

“Want me to fuck you until you pass out again? You can’t even handle me baby. Don’t tease me like I don’t make you cry and beg for some God to save you everytime.” Jeno drawls reaching for your waist. Large hands encasing you tightly forcing you to gasp for breath.

Your smirk only grows, sucking in your chest to reply with more attitude- “You think you did that Jeno? That was Jaemin.”

That’s all it takes. Jeno’s eyes flicker hot with fury, blinking away the moment of surprise. Fingers dig into your sides roughly with a shake strong enough to pull you to your toes. Neck collapsing, the back of your head meeting the door with a light thud. A mocking gaze trained on Jeno’s angry eyes. The tension quickly rising to his neck protruding veins around his Adam’s apple.

The idea that anyone could fuck you better than him could drive him up a wall. Especially if that anyone happened to be Jaemin. Jeno was just too easy to set off.

His iron-like jaw tightens, teeth clamping together behind his lips. Large hands gathering your breasts in a deadly squeeze. Your eyes roll up as he finds your hardened buds between the fabric of your blouse. Underwear tossed off before exiting your bedroom, knowing they’d be of no use here.

Jeno leans in, nose crushed into your cheekbone. His thigh making space between yours shoving at your core. Cotton fabric rapidly moistening upon meeting your bare center. His teeth drag along your skin, raspy throat sending tremors down your spine- “Gonna fuck your ass ‘till you’re crying. Slutty pussy cumming around nothing over and over again. Don’t bother begging, not gonna stop no matter how much you do.”

“You’re talking way too much for someone who hasn’t even made me cum yet.” You snap back. Hips rolling down against the stiff muscle thickening up with each flex. Sturdy thigh muscle shoving up harder lifting you off the ground as Jeno forcefully fucks between your legs faster. His knee bruising against the door with every motion sending you bouncing. Arms fling around his broad frame to hold yourself in place. Jeno’s strength jerking you up and down hard. Bundle of nerves rubbed raw along the fabric of his sweats. Breathless in seconds, you resort to begging despite his commands- “Make me cum, want you. Please Jeno..”

“I know..” Jeno huffs, ripping your top open. Buttons sadly hanging on by threads. He was too fast, too sloppy. Knew he had enough stamina to fuck you over and over again, no point in wasting time. His weighty palms crush your chest, shoving your breasts up high under your chin. Tongue lapping the dip between your perked mounds. His forehead nudging against yours spurring you to meet him half-way. Jeno’s tongue brushing your lips hitting his nose against yours. Whispering heatedly with a drag across your upper lip- “Jaemin can’t make you cum this easily baby.”

Your brows screw up, mouth dropped, panting into Jeno’s. Tongues meeting in pace with each thrust. Licking up the bridge of your nose, Jeno dips down finding your chest again. Face burying in-between nibbling and sucking. Thigh slowing down to a rolling motion stirring your clit into a frenzy. His eyes shoot up catching the despair twisting your features together.

“Want me in your ass baby? Be a good slut for me. Cum.” Jeno rasps. Throat already scratchy and dry from his own heated arousal climbing up through his mind. Teeth clamping down on your nipple with a tug to finish his instructions. Your chest sinks, pulling a less than attractive face. Hips come to a stand still, trembling down the length of Jeno’s thigh. Slick smeared all over his sweats like a badge of accomplishment.

Teeth sink in, burning your flesh surely leaving behind marks. Jeno nipping your areola enough to hurt. Orgasm momentarily consuming you too much to push him away. Sliding a hand over your face to wipe the sweat away. Mustering enough energy to latch onto one of his shoulders.

“Fuck me. Please, please Jeno.” You beg. Regardless of telling you that won’t work, you knew better.

Jeno nods, just once, cupping the back of your head dragging you away from the door. Hips flush against yours, noses sliding back and forth together. “You gonna be a good little whore for me baby? Fuck that slutty ass on this cock?”

“Yes! Yes yes yes Jeno. Please, please.. I need, need it. So wet for you, only get wet for you like this.” You lie, of course. Jeno didn’t need to know the truth. Pussy speaking over mind by now, willing to say anything to get what you want.

“Be good for me.” Jeno shoves you down to your knees. Strong hold on your head smashing your face into his crotch. Suffocating you with a powerful drag across his hardened size. “Gonna take whatever I want. That’s what you like right baby? Used up, good for nothing but taking my cock.”

Jeno has you gasping, clothed cock blocking your air. Stumbling past the entrance of his parents house coercing you to crawl. Knees burning with every beat down on the wooden floor. He finally lets you go, tossed down in-front of a wall length mirror in the living room. Curtains drawn open shining rays of sunlight all throughout the room. Anyone passing by would be able to catch a glimpse of you absolutely distraught, loving every second of it.

Jeno stands straight, tall body looming above you drawing a shadow over yours. Light surrounding him like a deceiving halo. Chin pointed, directing you to his sweats. Getting back on your knees you clutch at his thighs. Nails scratching down haphazardly wrenching his bottoms down. Cock revealed inch by inch sending your eyes wide with each peak. Jeno kicks them away, rock hard body shown off in all it’s glory.

“Take off your clothes.” He bites, placing hands over his hips. Serious demeanor more than enough to make him loud and clear. He didn’t need to tell you twice. Practically ripping off your mauled top along with your bottoms. Turning over presenting your ass for him knowing what he likes all to well. Ready and willing for his next moves without instruction.

Jeno bites back his smile, falling down to his knees. Large hands barrel down on your ass with burning slaps. Body jolting forward hitting the top of your head into the mirror ahead.

“Fuck Jeno..” you dizzily mumble. Top of your head aching, backside on fire as he continues. Landing consecutive slaps down on your fleshy bottom. Jeno was strong, strong enough to hit you with impact. Tingles surging from his palm to your core. Wetness rubbing nastily between your squeezed thighs. Grasping your abused cheeks to spread you open, exerting a rumbled groan. Jeno focuses on your clenched ass, recalling he wasn’t the one that fucked you there last time.

“The way your ass blows me kisses baby.” He laughs cockily. Thumb rubbing circles around your rim. Thick cock swiping between your soaked clenched together thighs. Jeno rolls forward, cockhead smashing against your clit. Spit spilling down from his lips to meet his thumb. Taking time to rub over your awaiting hole.

Jeno’s hips work faster. Cock coating in your wetness slipping in and out between your thighs. Fat length spreading your folds open. Sloppily rubbing past your clit just enough to hurt. Pussy itching for more, entrance winking over his length. Jeno’s thumb glides inside, pulling a grin across his face.

“Little sluts ass is always ready isn’t it? Probably prepped yourself last night knowing you’d take cock. Doesn’t matter whose it is does it baby? Why should I even fuck you? Whores like you take anyone.” He jeers. Thumb dipping inside stretching your hole. Hips slowing to hit your clit with each drawback.

“Only..” you wheeze, coughing as another orgasm coils down your gut. Jeno playing with your bundles of nerves just right finally. Fat tip of his cock moving you side to side in delicious friction. “Only you..”

“What was that?” Jeno spits, landing another smack to your ass. Palm sliding up to your waist to control his rapid movements. Hip bones slapping fiercely against your bottom. Skin on skin echoing throughout the room too loudly.

“Only you! Only want you to fuck me! It’s all for you Jeno!” You shout breathlessly. Face lifting pressing your cheek to the mirror. Puffs of breath fogging up the area blurring your vision further. Jeno’s sinks two fingers inside your ass pushing his thumb deeper. Pumping digits in past your rim locking up around him. “Jeno!”

Your eyes roll back, waist dipping in arch. Knees slipping apart as convulses rake through your chest. Cunt milking at nothing, arousal trickling all the way down to your knees.

Jeno pulls out throwing arms around your stomach hoisting you up mid-orgasm. Back slamming into his tight chest with a struggled gasp. Wet cock sliding up between your ass circling your rim. Your body jolts, Jeno’s arm securing you in place. Other lifting up, grabbing your jaw, focusing your gaze to the mirror.

“Don’t fucking look away.” Jeno’s eyes burn in the reflection. The arch in his forehead adding to the underlying evil in his glare. Cock prodding at your hole wrinkling his brows together in concentration. With a bite to your earlobe he thrusts in filling you to the brim. Prepped or not it’d never be enough. He was too long, too thick, cockhead fat and wide. Jeno left you gaping for days just how you loved. A constant reminder of what a slut you could turn into for the right dick.

Your neck nearly drops on instinct, wind knocked right out of your chest. Ass clamping down on his cock deliciously earning a vibrating growl from Jeno’s chest. Lazy eyes meet his in the mirror pleading to fuck you hard. Teeth skim to the top of your jaw biting down. Hips rolling making space for his length.

“Nasty hole feels so good. Love how you always take me like nothing. Perfect slut ready to be bred and fucked at any moment.” Jeno whispers harshly against your jaw. Hips drawing back only to slam forward. Violent thrusts picking up from the start. Veiny forearm around your middle bulging with each impactful thrust. Intense temperature rising through your body with every press of Jeno’s body.

Jeno’s perfect every time, matching up to your level of filth. Surprising you the more you discovered about each other with each hook-up. Where you were hot he was cold, the equal balance to get each other off with no need for more. Learning the secrets you were only too timid to share turning him on even more. Biting at his nails before bed remembering the way you pissed on them like a sloppy whore. Too submissive and weak to even control yourself. Humiliation on your face opening new ideas in his mind of all the things he could do to you.

“Dirty little girl needs cock filling her ass everyday..” he babbles on. Fucking you too hard for any snappy retort. Brain rattling reaching peak emptiness. The veins along Jeno’s cock forming shape in your ass the only thing your mind can concentrate on. Fingers inch down to your core, Jeno’s bicep lowering under your bouncing breasts. Like slow-motion you watch his palm lift falling down in a loud smack on your mound. Hips jostling forward releasing a pained screech. Jeno grits, eyes crinkling shut, tongue tracing your ear whispering hotly- “Stupid slut likes her pussy slapped like that?”

Another hit has you screaming. Head nodding rapidly in his unrelenting hold. Dry eyes freshening up with wet tears. “Yes! Please please! Make it hurt please!”

Jeno groans, your ass viciously squeezing around him with each slap. Clit swollen in pain shooting bolts of arousal up your stomach. Jeno doesn’t slow, ass hitting his hip bones hard with each thrust. Palm landing on your wet pussy hard enough to splay splashes of your wetness on the mirror. Jeno moans, rubbing your folds under his thick fingers. Ear covered in his spit, whispering nonsense- “You’re so fucking nasty, you’re so fucking good.”

“O-oh fuck!” Crying out you cum stiffening in his hold. Cunt desperately seeking Jeno, ass clamped down forcing him to pause. Jeno’s thick neck falling back showing off every dip and vein. Impending orgasm nearly ripping free, pulling out with an embarrassingly obscene noisy pop. Jeno manhandles you onto your back. Body shaking beneath him, having to wrap a hold around the base of his length to not cum all over you.

“Jeno..” you sigh, stretching your legs open for him yet again. Pussy hurting, begging to be filled, hole sucking at air. He grunts spreading your folds open, finger tapping your entrance teasingly.

“Look at that pretty tight hole baby.” Jeno’s cute smile returns, only to mock you. Shoving your thighs up, the tip of his cock returning to your ass. Clicking his tongue in dismay. “Wish I could fuck a cute little pussy like that everyday.”

Jeno bottoms out into your ass with ease. Cock thrumming inside nearing release. Pussy untouched just to add further insult. He thrusts with ferocious pace. Chest glistening in sweat under the sunlight filling the room. Hair flopping in a mess with each piston of his hips. Small waist sucked in tight staving off his climax. He fucked hard, had to fill you with cum. Urgency building with every mercilessly slam of his hips.

He was close, craving another death grip around his cock before giving you a load of cum. His fingers sweeping your pussy side to side again. Arousal hitting your thighs under every aggressive motion. Jeno fucking your ass in time with each rub on your cunt. Clit over-stimulated, body going limp with exhaustion. Each thrusts sweet and deep, hitting just right. Filling every need to feel used and claimed. Two fingers squeezing your bundle of nerves causing your hips to jump. Holes grasping, arching up under another rush of intense orgasm. Jeno fucking right through your clenching rim. His forehead creasing in exertion. Balls full and heavy slapping against you with each seething thrust.

“Fuck!” Jeno shouts. Cock popping free leaving your ass wide. Fucking right into your pulsating cunt. He bends over holding onto the back of your neck. Cockhead kissing your cervix exploding, hot cum flooding your insides. Jeno’s body shaking through release causing your sweaty back to rub against the floor harshly. Intensity of his orgasm taking it out of both of you.

“You.. want it?” Jeno asks between ragged breaths. Both of you knowing exactly what he meant after the last time. A mortifying sensation washing over your face as you nod.

“Everything.” You plead, shutting your eyes. “Give me everything.”

Jeno’s slick cum covered cock pulls out. Seeping back into your ass hissing as hot fluid fills you up. Faces furrowing as he fills your ass with piss. Dick twitching in relief, he sighs. Eyes landing where your bodies connect, head shaking in disbelief.

“Fuck you’re so hot. Never gonna get over this..” Jeno thrusts experimentally. Liquid spilling out around his length to the floor.

A pool of cum and piss left behind as he slips out. Laying at your side with wide eyes, swallowing in amazement. He turns groaning, kisses up your arm. Body limp, weakly twitching in surprise.

“Honest question.” Jeno murmurs against your shoulder. Icky feeling of cum and piss under your ass has you shifting away. Rolling your body closer to Jeno’s. His arm draping around your back assuming you seek cuddles.

“What?” You ask more off his tone. Less concerned with what Jeno could be thinking. Craving a long shower, with his assistance of course.

“Are you going to start doing that boyfriend girlfriend shit with Jaemin now, or can we still keep doing this?” Jeno’s questions clear. A mild seriousness lingering in his words. You scoff slapping his pec.

“Quit being stupid, and give me a bath asshole! You really expect me to be coherent after you fucked my ass in two!” You demand. Pinching his nipple with a tough tug for emphasis. Jeno sits up smiling, scooping under your legs and back.

“That’s not possible, we have two butts already you know?” He stands on wobbly legs. Carrying you bridal-style off to his personal bathroom attached to his bedroom. Having fucked him in there one too many mornings after countless nights of sleeping over.

“You’re really lucky your hot. You know that right?” Your head shakes. Jeno agreeing with a laugh setting you down to start a bath.

@seuomo @unknown5tar @sunoosi @ahsshilee-me @nabi-nono @nc-teen @if-i-like-i-reblog @johnjaespeach @nohyuckieduckie @gomjohnny

#jeno smut #nct dream smut #lee jeno smut #nct smut #nct jeno #onek #neopuppy fics #lee jeno fanfic #jeno fanfic #nct fanfic #nct dream fanfic #lee jeno #calling this the ‘mean boys club’ bc why not

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unprofessional-bard · 3 years

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Kinktober Day 23

Unprofessional Bard's Masterlist

Kinktober Masterlist (TBA)

Day 15 • Day 28

Based on this request.

Prompt: Window/Balcony Sex

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.235

Author's note: I hope the anon who requested finds this fic 😭 I may or may not fit a few NSFW requests I got around christmas into Kinktober, so watch out if you requested something!

Enjoy!

"Well, it's quite surprising that they're letting us stay," You say as you walk into your chambers with Geralt: "We don't exactly have a charming reputation, you and me."

"Like husband, like wife," He nods in agreement as he closes the door behind him. You both set to shed the layers of clothing off of your shoulders while talking about the guests in the château you were invited to, since you were associated with Dandelion and he insisted that you both joined him (probably to scare off some people he pissed off).

The room you were occupying was on a floor which was well high off the ground and had a nice view from the balcony, which you adored the moment you set foot inside hours ago.

When you were finally down to your nightgown, you decided to take a look at the town square at night, the sky brightened by the luminescent stars sprinkled across it. You were feeling quite hot too, so the cool spring breeze did wonders on your warm body.

"I really like the view," came Geralt's voice after awhile from where he was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed with a handsome smirk on his face.

"Do you now?" You smirked back from over your shoulder, keeping your hands on the wide, stone railings.

"M-hm," He hummed and quietly pushed himself off the frame, making his way towards you slowly. He settled behind you, pressing his wide body against yours and sighing after breathing in your scent, wrapping his arms around you: "You smell so good."

"Do I?" You grinned when he started peppering kisses along the side of your face; he slowly swayed you and started rubbing his hands up and down along your hips and waist, moving his lips further down to your neck.

You hummed contentedly, his hands inching towards the knot on your back, untying it so your back was bare to him. His lips moved to the back of your neck, the sensation mixed with night air working wonders–

"Couldn't keep my eyes off of you when you danced..." He spoke quietly, his hands parting your gown and caressing the skin of your hips gently: "I'm glad word got out that we're married."

"Yeah?" Your eyes were closed by that point, letting him explore your body and take his time with it.

"Yeah, saved me the trouble of scaring men away," He pressed a particularly emphasising kiss on the base of your spine.

"Didn't stop them from looking."

"It's in the nature of men to be in awe of something they can't have," He kissed the back of your ear, his beard scratching the area pleasantly, making your knees wobbly for a moment: "Something so beautiful... Powerful..."

A soft hum erupted from the back of your throat as you sunk further into him, laying your head on his shoulder as he kissed and lightly sucked on your neck and shoulder: "You know just how to spoil me..."

"What can I say? You're too good for me," He chuckles lightly and lets you guide his hands grope your breasts. Your hiss is pleasant, and Geralt's length digging at your back is more apparent than a few second ago.

You finally turn around, look him in the eyes for a full second and pull his face, with both hands, in for a kiss. It's warm and passionate– almost electric, and it makes Geralt sigh into the kiss. He lifts you up by your thighs and sits you on the stone railings, kissing you fervently.

The wind moves with him: the more hurried his movements become as he takes off his shirt, the stronger the wind blew against your bare back and warm cheeks. You work on his pants as his shirt falls to the ground– he steps closer to you when he pulls his cock out of his underwear. One of your arms wrap around his neck and your legs part for him, also wrapping around him. Your unoccupied hand lifts your gown above your thighs and Geralt's breath hitches when he sees you're not wearing any underwear.

He dives in for another kiss and wraps his arms around your waist so you don't fall to your death. You whine into the kiss quietly as he leans forward and you back, your legs move up to his waist: "Geralt..."

He whispers your name as he kisses his way down to your breasts, plays with them for a while and you have to tap his chin to get his attention: "Geralt, come on..."

"What?" He looks up into your eyes quietly– golden eyes blown to the edges to adjust to the darkness of night time.

"Just fuck me," You plead, equally quiet. He quickly pulls you forward, making to carry you, but you stop him.

He looks up to find you with a beautiful, mischievous smirk spread across your face, which he returns: "Don't care that people may see us– Hear us?"

"I don't," You say as he lines himself up by your entrance. "I know you don't, why should I?"

Something about that makes him growl and push all the way in at one go, which makes you arch your back and yelp: "Fuck, Geralt–"

He doesn't waste time and starts thrusting, pulling you flush against him. You wrap all four of your limbs around his body and he does the same with his arms around your waist and shoulder.

He fucks you with an unnecessary urgency: as if, if he doesn't, he'll die on spot; but you like it– like it when he gets desperate like this.

You moan in his ear quietly and kiss his neck, and as a response he squeezes your thighs and smacks your ass.

"Oh, fuck," Your eyes roll closed as his skin slaps against yours, the possibility of people being able to see or hear making you dizzy in a good way.

After awhile, he pulls out and pulls you off the railings, quickly turns you around and bends you over, where you get a more clear of the street below: it's not too close to the ground, but simultaneously doesn't feel high enough.

Geralt leans forward and pushes in again, putting his arm just below your neck and starts ramming his hips against yours, the sounds loud and clear. He tugs your gown lower so your breasts hang right above the railing, palming them with his other hand.

"Fuck, Geralt– fuck!" You whine, mouth hanging open. All you can do is stand and let him take you like this.

"Yeah? Let them hear you, sweetheart," He growls into your ear: "Let them know who you belong to."

An involuntary, almost pornographic moan leaves you; his timing simply amazing as his cock starts poking at that spot, that's his. His name is echoed on repeat as he fucks you and pushes you over the edge, following you shortly after; he growls your name loudly and bites into your shoulder as his hips twitch.

"Fuck..." He groans after he pulls out, then helps you stand straight: "You okay?"

"Yeah," You smile lazily, gown collar hanging loosely around your neck. You stand there in silence for a moment, before you rub your eyes with a finger sleepily and ask: "Wanna go again?"

Geralt's smirk, suffice to say, answers in his stead: "Here or inside?"

You chuckle: "I'm cold."

"Inside it is."

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redheadspark · 2 years

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“try to relax” and "I wish I could take your pain away" with druig please!

A/N: Good choices! Thanks anon for the suggestions!

🔥 Feel the Burn

All you could feel was pain. Searing pain

The Devjant that was battling you could breathe fire. It was a tougher creature than the others that you’ve fought. You never had a rough moment in a fight, you were always a step ahead and knew how to move quickly

But this time, you weren’t fast enough.

The fire that the Deviant roared seared your entire back, your scream lifting up the entire jungle. The armor you wore melted off at the location of the impact, leaving your back bare and severely burned.

Your legs have given out and you fell onto the ground and leaves, everything both inside and out was on fire.

The Deviant perched over you, about to rip into you as you were paralyzed from the searing pain of your skin.

For a moment, you thought you were going to die. Yet you heard and yell and something heavy hitting a tree to your right.

Still on the ground you were watching, but in your vision, you saw the Deviant on the ground with a snapped neck. Dead

All you could smell was burning skin. All you could hear was your heathers in your ears. And all you could feel was red hot pain up and down your back. The Deviant burned your entire back. You had to wonder if your entire skin was charcoal at this point.

“Oh God! Don’t…don’t move!“ it was Thena, sounding so concerned as she knelt next to you. You couldn’t even speak as the pain was digging deeper and deep under your skin, almost to your nerves. You were on your belly and your face as against the soiled dirt of the ground, grunting through the spasms that came and went.

You were paralyzed, you couldn’t move. Panic set in.

“T-T-Thena….I c-c-can’t—“ you tried to say but you yelled out in pain. It hurt so badly that you couldn’t even talk.

“Don’t say anything, you’re gonna be okay. We need to get Ajak,” Thena said to you as you were still looking at the dead Deviant not too far away. You could hear her about to move away from you and you panicked.

The last thing you wanted was to be alone.

You yelled in pain but also in panic. Before Thena could move or say anything, another set of feet were bolting over to you. Then the sound of something sliding hit your ears before you saw someone leaning down into your vision, blocking the Deviant.

Your husband, Druig.

“Hey! I’m right here!” He said in a hushed tones, his voice soothing like a balm to you as you kept crying and grunting in pain, “I got you, okay? Look at me and breathe, nice deep breaths. I got you and I’m not going to go anywhere,”

You nodded silently, squinting as Druig shot a look at Thena

“Thena, go find Ajak. I’ll stay with her, go!”

Thena ran off as Druig laid down next to you, not knowing where to touch you to bring you comfort. You were just watching him, seeing his blue eyes about to tear up from what he was seeing. You wanted to talk, but you grunted through another spasm.

Druig saw you, reaching up to frame your face as you cried in pain, “Try to relax,”

“I c-c-can’t,” you moaned in agony.

“You have to,” he said calmly yet with sternness, “Ajak is coming. If you move too much, it’ll be worse. I know it hurts, but you have to try, my love. Please!”

You breathed through your nose, almost feeling the calmness that Druig wanted for you start to push in. It too a few moments as your body was now loosening up on the ground. The pain was now an ache, the paralyzing sensation was still there as Druig searched your eyes. You saw love there, you always did when you watched him.

“I wish I could take the pain away,” he said in a murmur, almost in pain himself. You wanted to tell him that being there helped, that talking to you did help, and that his presence alone was enough.

But you were in too much pain to say a word.

Ajak came about a minute later with Thena in tow, placing her hands over your burned back and started the process

Druig laced your hand in his and helped you through each spasm, watching you as you grunted and yelled as the old skin melted away and new skin came. It was unbearable and near toture

But Druig stayed through it all, never letting you go.

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That night you were back in the Domo on your shared room. Druig was rubbing ointment on your bare back while you were on your stomach, bare from the waist up, and resting against a pillow.

You were nodding off to sleep as Druig was massaging your skin, all over where you were burned mere hours before.

“It’s new skin, darling,” you said in a drowsy tone as one of his fingers dipped low against your lower back near your hips, “There are no marks left,”

“Still, better to be safe than sorry,” he hummed as he worked through your back some more. You were about to say something else when you feel his lips on your skin, kissing slowly and sensually up to your neck.

These weren’t kisses filed with lust. Nor were they filled with joy. They were serious, deep, and kisses of appreciation.

You realized: he as kissing you because he was grateful you were alive.

“Come here,” you said, reaching behind you to get him to lay next to you. You saw the gentleness and love there, also a hint of tears. You sighed as you two were facing each other.

“I’m here, darling,” you reassured him, touching the skin under his eyes with your fingers, “It’ll take more than a fire breathing Deviant to get rid of me,”

“Nothing will take you away from me,” Druig vowed with confidence. You grinned knowing it was true.

You fell asleep, safe in his arms. You may have had new skin, but your heart was just as strong because of him.

#writing #fanfiction #eternals #barry keoghan #druig #my lover #marvel #prompt time

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unohanadaydreams · 3 years

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As the name suggests, I'm always thirsty for the Big Guy 😉 I wonder how Kenpachi would react if Ikkaku found a piece of your lingerie in the barracks, but no one knew about your relationship?

The idea of Kenpachi being viewed as sus for fucking a 4th member fuels me so ofc. This got out of hand but I fully blame the energy IkkaYumi brings to anything ever and not myself. Thank you for understanding.

Features: smut (18+) at the mid-point, IkkaYumi being real <3 for the majority of it, and sub!Kenpachi (☆ω☆), also idk maybe some minor angst but like made Seggsy.

Kenpachi Zaraki x f!reader (and IkkaYumi...mostly them tbh.)

Ikkaku slapped the door open with loudest ‘OI’ he could muster. The paper of the door ripped somewhere along the way as it slid open, the wooden frame wobbling as he stepped into the room.

Despite the noise, Yumichika’s hand stayed steadfast as he finished smudging eye shadow on his outer lid. Another ‘OI’ sounded, but no hand shook him or foot kicked at him while Yumichika held a brush to his eye.

Glacial, he finished blending the color until he was satisfied--rinsed the brush--set it to dry. Through the mirror in front of him, Yumichika looked to Ikkaku’s reflection only after admiring his own.

The lacy scrap of undies in Ikkaku’s hand lifted Yumichika’s brow.

“I thought you hated when I wore those,” he said with a sniff, turning to get a better look.

Ikkaku rubbed at his bald head, “yah think that because I do.”

Yumichika gestured for the undies and Ikkaku threw them. “And yet?”

“Yet, I found ‘em anyway!” Ikkaku fell into a wide squat, his hands fisting into the fabric of his uniform over his knees. “In the captain’s office.”

They stared at one another, both settling deeper into their feelings.

“Ikkaku, you must be joking,” Yumichika said, holding the undies against his arm. “This color makes me look positively jaundiced.”

“You think captain gives a shit about color theory?”

Yumichika threw the lacy bit of bullshit at Ikkaku’s face. Smiling when they landed on his dumb, shiny head. “He won’t even let me do his hair, Ikkaku. Your delusion is exhausting me.”

“Then--”

“Yes, Ikkaku. Then, they’re not mine. And they’re someone else’s.”

Ikkaku pulled the undies from his head, squinting at them. “Huh.”

Rising with a flourish, Yumichika let the sleeves of his robe billow behind him as he went for the cabinet to rummage for sake. Possibly a new boyfriend.

He came back after a few gulps, offering Ikkaku the bottle only after giving him a sound kick to the head that sent the man flopping to the side.

“Hey!” Ikkaku steadied himself with one hand and rubbed where he’d been kicked with the other...undies still in hand. “Ya can’t blame me. No one else around here would wear that shit.”

Yumichika gave a flat look. Took another gulp of sake. Sighed heavily as he sank to Ikkaku’s level.

“Which means they belong to someone who would,” Yumichika offered along with the sake. “Someone from a different division.”

“Must be serious,” Ikkaku said, sake dribbling down his chin. “Never found anything in his office...ever.”

Yumichika kissed at the trail of sake and took the bottle back once he’d settled into Ikkaku’s lap. “That means whoever it is will be back. And now we know what to look for.”

Ikkaku grunted, shoving his tongue in Yumichika’s mouth before the man in his lap could swallow his sake, not pulling away until he’d swiped as much alcohol with his tongue as he could.

“That shit ain’t good enough for you, anyway.”

“I know,” Yumichika said softly, tone at odds with him rising to stand, heading for the door.

“O--” A raised hand stalled Ikkaku from pointing to his tightened hamaka.

“Fix my door first, dumbass.”

Ikkaku lowered from his tip-toes, a man afflicted. “No way.”

“I told you,” Yumichika said in a hiss. “Not just from 4th division, but a pencil pusher.”

You looked like the kind who’d scramble to bring an 11th division soldier any impossible request they bullied you for. The quintessential mouse every self-respecting soldier was inclined to paw at.

“Don’t look so fucking smug, Yumi,” Ikkaku grumbled, peeling off the wall and pulling Yumichika back towards the training grounds by the back of the puffed-up peacock’s uniform, right at the lower back. Yumichika had just gotten his fifth pay-back punch in when they hit the gate that separated captain’s estate from training ground.

Theirs might have been the only captain so enamored with battle that he’d moved his quarters as close as the captain general would allow. If it weren’t for the bullshit ‘housing codes and regulations’, Ikkaku was sure the house would’ve been on top of the large rectangle of packed dirt that served as the largest training ground in the entire division.

Once they’d hopped the low wall, more meant to keep Zaraki’s house away from the grounds than to keep his underlings on the grounds away from him, Yumichika fell on the nearest bench to fix his uniform.

“Well now what?” Ikkaku rubbed at his side, knowing he was going to need to stretch soon or the tight knot Yumichika had punched into his side or even a night drowned in sake wouldn’t numb it when he collapsed in his futon.

Yumichika didn’t look up from retying his stiff, decorative obi but his face softened, “Now that we’ve been successfully nosy? I was thinking that new, chic sushi bar near the 1st. The one where all the wait-staff look just as yummy.”

“No I, mean--yeah, we’re definitely going,” Ikkaku said, his previous thought tripping over the vision of pretty smiles from androgynous beauties. “But, what do we do about the captain?”

“Well, I’m not going to say anything, but I also have tact. And grace,” Yumichika shrugged, fluffing the bow of obi.

Ikkaku kicked dirt and tensed forward at the shoulders, like he planned to lunge and attack. “I ain’t no fucking snitch and you know it. Don’tcha?”

Sliding forward, Yumichika massaged at Ikkaku’s tense shoulders, rolling his eyes. “I wasn’t saying you would. Just that you’re tactless. And might on accident--which makes you an idiot, not a snitch.”

“Damn right,” Ikkaku grunted, anything but Yumichika’s agreement sliding off his bald head like water. “Wouldn’t snitch for anything. But what if someone else finds out? Like a captain or something. We can’t kill one of them and--”

“Oh, stop worrying about it,” Yumichika said, interrupting and pulling at Ikkaku’s arm--he was hungry, both for refined food and beauties. “No one who wants to live will chance Kenpachi asking for a fight. Or that Captain Unohana; she seems vicious in a way more of our men should be. Such grace.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right,” Ikkaku nodded, letting himself be dragged off for sushi, sake, and sublime wait-staff. Still, there was morale to think about. No hardened warrior of the rukongai wanted to hear their fearless leader had a weakness for...the weak.

There had to be something more to it but Ikkaku wasn’t going to dig more into his captain’s business. He was more than happy to put the shovel down and follow Yumichika, even as the truth sat uncomfortably at the base of his skull.

You were weak in all the ways shinigami measured such things--swordsmanship, spiritual pressure, and kido were subjects you studied more than you practiced, let alone pulled off. But you had enough power to pass school and be sorted into the 4th division ranks, where you excelled.

An aptitude for medical procedure, surgery, and technology was what garnered you not just safety, but respect among your peers.

As for the other divisions? Well, you had some friends in 12th who fully understood your position.

Kenpachi Zaraki? Certainly wasn’t someone who could relate to you.

But, that was fine.

You preferred your men muzzled, anyway.

“Too bad, Cap--tain,” you breathed, stretching his title with your tongue playfully. “I was hoping they’d find out everything.”

Pulling yourself up, one fist over the other, by the leather leash tied taunt around Kenpachi’s neck, you delighted in seeing the muscles there strain to accommodate your weight and the need for breath at the same time.

You pressed your lips against his ear after admiring the rough line of his mouth being forcibly split open by a ball gang, pretty, pink, and yours. “Can’t you go faster?”

His answering grunt was followed by his body pressing into yours quick enough turn your teasing into moans. That’s what you liked most about Kenpachi; he was always striving to be better and exceeding expectation.

it would be effortless for him to put his hands on you without permission or rip out the ball gag, but he didn’t. Even when you met in a grimy bar close to the 11th, too drunk to realize who’s thigh you were toying with, his attention to what you wanted was surprising.

You panted, toes curling as he hit that lovely spot only he ever had, “H-hands on hips.”

So eager, he kneaded from the tops of your thighs to your hips like dough, obviously glad to be rewarded. You were eager too--for the angle. Your hips tilted upward gave him more depth and your fingers tightened on his leash.

There was no need to command for more, because he was giving you his all. And he kept going until your scattered breathing paired with the tight heat he was pounding into you snapped all at once, so intense that your eyes watered.

While you basked in the trembling after shocks, catching your breath, Kenpachi went still.

Until you said, “Sit on floor.”

The bed creaked and rose as he left it, leaving you to collect yourself in peace. When you rose to sit, he was kneeling on the floor, his cock hard and bobbing above his thighs.

You walked to him slow, nails scratching through his rough, black hair as you circled behind him. “Such good work,” you praised, “Just like always.”

Trailing down to the buckle, your fingers made quick of his ball gag, parting it from his teeth gently, and tossing it on the bed.

“What do you want me to reward you with, Kenpachi?” You asked him, only once you’d come to face him, your hand urging his jaw up, his eyes on yours.

“To get off,” he said, shameless.

You hummed, “then do it.”

Frowning, Kenpachi leaned his face into your touch. “I want you to.....please.”

The word ‘please’ was said slow, his eyes leaving yours several times before he said it. You wondered how many people Kenpachi Zaraki had ever asked, for anything. Let alone, with manners.

You kissed his nose, finding the almost demure behavior cute, “Then I will. Lay down.”

He did, his arms behind his head, like he napping under a tree instead of waiting for your hands to give his weeping cock relief.

You took your time, teasing him with sensation by spitting into your hand and giving him light rubs, again and again until his hips lifted off the ground.

The lacy bit of pink undies that stretched tight over his thighs, were yours too. And you peeled them off, throwing them toward the ball gag as his breathing grew heavy in the air.

Perhaps you deserved less teasing, but you couldn’t resist dragging out the fun a touch more, one hand fondling his tightening balls while the other scratched lightly at his inner thighs.

His breathing was catching on groans and audible ‘ah’s that had you biting your lip. Thigh’s clenching, you finally began circling the tip of his cock. Soon, you were giving him his first pump, slick hand trailing his length from tip to base in smooth, steady motions.

Straddling his thighs, you took advantage of the position and put both your hands to work, gripping him harder but keeping the same pace.

“Look how hard you are,” you cooed, hands pausing as your thumb circled the slit topping the bulbous head of his cock. “Do you want to cum for me?”

His, “yes,” was immediately pushed from his heaving chest. You hummed, so tempted to climb on top of him fully. But, that would be a kind of weakness you didn’t allow yourself.

Kenpachi’s lone eye struggled to stay open as you lowered your lips to kiss the tip of him. You rose back up and licked them as he watched, his pre-cum salty as it settled on your tongue.

You couldn’t call him unraveling under your firm, fast touch seeing him at his weakest. But, you were certain it was a kind of vulnerable he seldom experienced. Even his arms had come from behind his head, his fingers flexing around air while he struggled to keep them away from you. His hips began bucking with such strength that you were forced to tighten your thighs around his to keep your place.

Desperate, is what he was. For you to give him what he worked for.

And, you did.

His cock pulsed as you wrung his orgasm out, thick ropes of cum falling over his sweaty stomach and dripping down your hands. His moan was loud, deep, and reverberated through out the room like a cry of victory.

You kept stroking him until he was completely spent, until he made a sound almost like a whine.

“I need--”

He sat up, setting you on the floor before padding to the bathroom, and coming back with a damp cloth. “Here.”

“Thank you,” you said, keeping your eyes on your hands as you willed yourself to calm down. His orgasm had made you want him again, badly. But you had things to do. He had things to do.

What you had with Kenpachi was strange and tenuous. And your smug confidence drained a bit as you cleaned yourself and him, until you were almost unsure.

What now? You’d never even seen his house before this. Always in more public places, where you parted almost immediately after playing with him.

“You want these back,” he asked, lifting the ball gag and undies in one hand while pulling back the blankets on the bed with the other. The leash was already on the bedside table, his neck angrily red still.

If you took them, you wondered if it was all over. “No, you should. They’re easy enough to clean.”

“...You sure?”

You nodded, not so attached to a couple cheap props that you’d be wounded if something happened to them. “They’re all yours.”

Shrugging after a moment of silence, he gestured with his head to the bed, “unless you wanna take a shower first.”

“I’m fine for now,” you responded, climbing under the blanket, more confused than obedient. “Are you tired?”

“Enough to sleep.”

The bed dipped from his bulk, forcing you closer. He tossed an arm around you, so you could get comfortable against his side. You lay your head on his chest, eyes still open, listening to him breathe.

At first, you’d thought maybe it was all a joke. That Kenpachi Zaraki was trying to trap you into....something, like those men who feigned nice before using all their muscle to force you to bend as they wanted. To teach you a lesson for trying to dominate him.

You didn’t delude yourself into thinking you had real, tangible power of him or any man you’d toyed with, after all. Just something momentary, like a brief understanding.

But you felt less cautious as your eyes drooped shut and your thoughts circled around his intentions. He always approached you and asked, vague and gruff, ‘here good?’ And you’d find a closet or office or twisty alley that would do.

This time, you asked him. And he took you to his bedroom, compliant as ever, waiting for you to sprinkle nice words in his ear, for you to give him pleasure for being his best.

Drifting off to the rise and fall of his chest, you wondered if things like that meant so much to him.

#this is very lightly edited bc im so short on time lately #but this was fun #kenpachi zaraki smut #kenpachi zaraki x reader #kenpachi zaraki #bleach sm #bleach imagines #bleach scenario #zaraki-oriented #kenpachi: i like being praised and having someone acknowledge me #reader: wait....is this....kind of depressing and not just kinky?#but fr i just think dommed kenpachi is hot and i can not resist sprinkling crumbs of angst

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lolita-lollipop · 3 years

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Hi hope you’re having a wonderful day! Could I please get a bnha coraline au story. So like y/n has had a pretty bad life like a whole bunch of stuff and now they have to basically parents their own parents at the age of 15 cause they’re lazy alcoholics who just go to work come back and drink. One day after they move in y/n gets curious and finds explores around the house while they’re alone and discovers the door to the other world and meets their dream parents. The parents are aizawa and present mic who just genuinely love the reader, they don’t want to take readers soul that just want to help them. They have a sister eri and a brother shinso and when reader tries to leave they all beg and threaten reader not to leave cause “your parents never cared for you anyways” and “we’ll love you more then they ever would” and force reader to be the new baby of the family gender neutral reader if possible, please and thank you ( 03^)~💚

YANDERE CORALINE AU ERASERMIC FAMILY X READER

GN READER

-I do apologize if you wanted a shorter work, because this ended up being kinda long, sorry!

-there are a few grammar and spelling mistakes here and there, this is unedited, I will fix them :)

(I don’t know if you actually wanted the reader to be treated like a baby, literally like an infant, or just like the youngest in the family, I needed up doing the second option, tell me if wrong.)

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You hummed a tune as you wandered the hallways, your footsteps dragging, you had tried to tell your mother to drink some water and put the strong bottle of vodka down before she ended up killing herself. She yelled at you, told you to “shut the hell up ya damn brat”, god knows where your father even is. It had only been a day or two in this house, and they had already made it feel like a prison for you, oh my, A SINGLE DAY.

In all honesty the house was nice, old, yes, but still nice. It seemed as if the last owners hadn’t been here for hundreds of years, let alone clean the place, as all embellishments on the walls were antique styled, and everything, I repeat, everything, was covered in dust. There were a few different pieces of furniture that looked as ancient as the neighbors, including a dresser filled with a different articles of clothing, a few dusty chairs here and there, curtains clawed away by... something, and little tables with droors filled with little trinkets.

One room in particular was exceptionally creepy in your eyes, it seemed like a child once slept there, probably long dead by now, the walls were covered in a striped floral wallpaper, chipping at the edges, various stuffed animals that hadn’t been touched in ages, what looked to be a changing table, and a smaller sized bed placed in the middle, fitted with dusty purple bedsheets, probably that color because of the gathering dust, you sat down on the mattress, inhaling the scent of the room. It smelled oddly of lavender, not a musty mildew smell you were expecting. You spent a moment just finding comfort in the warm smell, before noticing a small dent in the wall behind what you thought could be a changing table. Almost looked like... a tiny door?

“What the heck is that?” You questioned or yourself, narrowing your eyes at the wooden frame that looked like a small threshold, cautiously standing up form the bed, and making your way over to the door, you struggled to move the large piece of furniture, pushing back gains the groun and shoving it out of the way. It was indeed a door, and it was indeed tiny. There was a small cobweb strung across the mass of it, which you batted away with your little hands, pulling at the doorknob a few times to reveal the fact that it was locked, you let out an exasperated sigh. Well... it’s not like you have much to do, might as well find the key.

Surprisingly, it hadn’t taken long for you to find the small, heart shaped key that fit the locked door, it was tucked into one of the white droors of the small table in the corner. It was the first place you looked, almost as if it’d been calling out for you. It only took a few moments for you to push the key into the lock and turn, you let out a sigh of relief when you heard the satisfying click of the lock opening. Wondering what was going to be on the other side, you pushed open the mini door, to reveal a tunnel of sorts... today’s just full of surprises isn’t it.

“Man this tunnel is lo... whoah.” You stood, still balled up in a crawli mg position, shocked at your own surroundings. Everything looked so... new, and polished, you stared Jan absolute awe at everything, literally everything. Where are you?

“Oh, honey you’re finally here!” A male voice rang out from behind you, immediately large hands were lifting you off the floor from under your arms, holding you like a baby, this guy cradled your head in his chest, no matter how much you squirmed, the iron grip he had on you did not loosen. You snapped your head up to meet his eyes, only to be met with buttons of such a piercing yellow it almost hurt your own eyes. A shrill scream left your lips, as you flung your feet back and forth in attempts to free yourself.

“Oh, oh right. I’m sorry , I should’ve been a little slower, it’s scary I know, you’ll get used to it I promise. I’m hizashi, your other father, re you alright?” He questioned, backing up a little to give you space, bringing his hands up to tell you he wasn’t going to hurt you, ever. You were usually a calm person, but given the situation, like some random person living in your house with buttons for eyes, the reaction was warranted. You breathed for a small moment, inhaling the even stronger scent of lavender that was oh so comforting, before standing back up, giving whatever this was at a chance of explanation.

“Who- who are you?” The question left your lips faster than tryouts could hold it in, he gave you a smile and walked closer again, booping your nose and once again pulling you off the ground. He was tall, slightly lanky, and his hair was a bright yellow to match his eyes, little dangle earring wee attached to his ears, you just stared in awe at the inhuman man who was holding you.

“Silly little thing! I just said it! I’m your other father, like your real father, just perfect for you! Dinners almost ready, so let’s go meet the rest of the fmIly okay bubs?” He questioned m, speaking down to you like one would a child, even though you are a fully capable human. He grabbed your hand, and gently rigged you off into some hallway, you slightly dig your feet in, staring back at the little door that got you here in the first place.

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“Honey, this is your reality, if it was perfectly fit for you! We love you, unlinke those scum who call your your parents, don’t your bat to be loved for once y/n?” He spoke, the two of you arrived at what was probably the kitchen, him explaining what was happening pretty thoroughly considering he had to do it in a few minutes, barging through the doors, a few other pairs of button eyes were scattered thievhiur the kitchen.

“Daddy! I helped bubba make dinner tonight!” A little girl, probably not even over the age of five, came running towards the two of you, smiling fully. She was sporting a pair of red buttons, which matched her little jumper, you had your face buried in this ma- hizashis chest, his arms wrapped around the entirety of you. He sent an exited stare towards the little girl, who jsut gasped and smiled even harder. She made little grabby hands towards you, so hizashi set you down on the ground, whispering a “time to get down” in your ear. Instantly, the little girl attached herself to your torso.

“Bubba/sissy!” She squealed, patting your stomach, as much as you would love to knock her off of you, she’s a kid, you don’t do that to kids. This young girl claimed to be your other sister, which at this point you were led to believe because apparently anything is possible at this point, she was pretty adorable.

“I-uh, yeah?” You spluttered, visibly flustered, you tried to get a grip of yourself, it was kindof odd, although the girl seemed much younger than you, the way she carried herself presented that she was much older than she came off, from the maternal glint in her eyes, to the planned movements, it just seemed... mature.

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It had been maybe an hour, you had been seated at a dinner table, quite the large one actually, in between a black haired man that you could tell was staring at you, and a purple haired teenager who looked to be a similar age to you. You sat there just kindof awkwardly trying to not touch any of them. At one pint. The purple haired guy tried to feed you, which was an unfortunate suprise because you were off in dreamland, and were ckmoemteky confused as to why he was even trying something like that.

“You’ll probably hurt yourself trying, just let me do it” he spoke, it is safe to say that this button eyed family is an odd bunch. First the woerd door, then a creepy guy tryna pick you up, then some little girl who probably wasn’t so little claiming you to be her “younger sibling”; then the offpdutirng glances front his beanbag guy, than this? What is happening.

Sooner or later, after the really odd display that was dinner had finished, and you had help washing your hands, because for some reason they thought you needed it, it was announced bettime, and with a snap of the man him you learned name was Aizawa, food was gone, along with all the dishes. If you were to be completely honest with yourself, you almost lied this, of course not the babying thing, but the fact that you weren’t cooking or cleaning or trying to snatch a bottle from your parents, it almost made you wnat to cry how perfect this family was. God how much you wished this was your own.

It’s sounds selfish, and unreasonable, but you never had a childhood, the day you were born your life was already sighted off as “servant of my own parents”, you lived them, you did, these people were so nice thiugh, they were odd, maybe a little quirky, but still jsut a perfect little family. Apparently one that includes you.

“ALRIGHT! time for bed!” The yellow haired man exclaimed, seeeping you and eri right off of your feet, holding you in his arms as eri giggled at the sudden swish sound. The two men on the other side of the large room cracked small smiles at the sheer adorable ness of the position, the two little ones of the family and their father! What a sight to see!

“Shhhhh, I think y/n is gonna sleep with us to Tonight okay eri?” Hizashi whispered to the young girl, loud enough for you to hear, she nodded and smiled one of her sickeningly sweet smiles, hr eyebrows raising before her button eyes. She motioned to be put down ‘, waving goodbye and latching her own hand onto shinsos, who also waved his hand.

“Goodnight daddy! And y/n!” From there, you walked alongside them to their room, or what you supposed it was. This was the first time you’d really talked to Aizawa, and it was pretty embarrassing because he asked if he was aloud to change you out of your day clothes. You were a little too scared to say no, so you let him, it was probably one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to sit through, and that’s saying quite A lot.

When all was done, you had brushed your teeth, and wrrrnchanged into a set of lilac pajamas, silken and slippery, you were pulled on top of the yellow haired man, who then wrapped his arms around your waist and started “shh-ing” you, patting your head while rocking back and forth slightly, the other man slipped in next splaying his arms over you, rubbing circles into your beck

Mans with that, the lights went out, and you fell asleep.

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From there, everything in your life changes, you wake up the next day in the dusty lilac bed, wondering if it all was a dream, so the next night, you go back, and the next, and the next, until you started to spend your days there. Playing with eri, or cuddling with either of the three men, or just having fun without any worries or cares int the world. By that’s when it all starts, they kindof... changed.

They became overprotective, it showed in some more than others, but it was present either way. Al you wanted to do was check up on your dad to see if he was still alive or not, and eri had a whole crying fit, begging you to stay, and telling you she’d die if you left.

“No no! You can’t leave me! I-I I’m gonna die if you leave! I’ll die, please don’t keVe I promise il be good!”

It took a little shushing from you, but eventually you convinced her you weren’t going to leave, and so she went back to her normal self. You were with shinso once, and walked near the little door, he had immediately blocked it as if you were going to do something, then scolded you for going near such a “dangerous object”.

“You shouldn’t. Go close to that evil little thing, it might hurt you m, I don’t want you to get hurt, so stay away from it”

And then your other parents, they didn’t let you do anything by yourself, scared you would run off and get lost in the maze of nothing outside. You can’t even mention your real parents, you’ve been down here for at least a week now and haven’t been able to check on them, so when you did ask to go back for a day, hizashi slicks dying up and told you to cut out the nonsense, while Aizawa bubbles in anger, telling you that they lived you ten times better than your parents Eve could.

“They don’t deserve you, they don’t love you, we do, they’ll never live you half as much as we do, we can protect you here, why would you wnat to leave?”

Ans so one day, when your “other papa” or Aizawa, tried to take the key from you and lick you in here, you had enough. These people were supposed to be perfect, instead they turned obsessive, little button eyes showing up everywhere, watching your every move, you had thought your old life was a prison, now look at this.

You turned back, checking to see if anyone was watching, waiting to stop you, before pulling the key out of your pocket, ripping the boarding off of the door, pulling the panels of wood off one by one, shoving the key into the black door knob, you were just about to turn it, when a voice rang out behind you, no longer was the sweet girl who you played trains with, in the stead was something else just In ther body, you could hear it in her voice.

“Where are you going? You aren’t trying to leave are you?” She spoke, you froze on the spot, hands moving faster, ymtrying to get the stupid door to unlock, before you could even blink, the key snapped in half, not in your hold, in another sudden figure, your other brother. You didn’t even get the chance to speak before be t down and ripped the whole door knob off of it, giving you a knowing glance.

“I told you to stay away from it, I told you didn’t I? Now look, it’s broken” he hissed, throwing the iron knob somewhere else, you knew that I’d both of the siblings were here, the two parents were sure to be here along with them, you were proven right, as a pair of black and yellow buttons popped up behind the Eric girl, carrryijg... what is that?

“Oh my god... OH MY GOD” you screamed, the heads of your parents were in these men’s holds buttons sewn over the eyes, blood seeping out of their decapiated necks, you reMiedn screaming as the heads were discarded, jsut thrown off somewhere else. You were lifted up off the ground in your crying state, hizashi a hands stroked your hair, while his other hand went and wrapped around your butt to support you up.

“We told you baby, we tried to tel you at least. Now there’s nothing up there for you, there was never anything anyways, your safe now... they’ll never hurt you again. You’re ours...

Forever”

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Tell me if you liked it, I can change things if you want:)

#coraline au #yandere erasermic #yandere erasermic family #buttons #tiny door #lock and key #shinsou hitoshi #shinso #erasermic #daddy erasermic #eri #yandere present mic #yandere Aizawa #yandere shinso #yandere eri

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spencersawkward · 3 years

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*house call // wes (Dollface)*

ssummary: when her pet cat gives her a scare, Reader decides to call the vet to make sure everything is going to be okay.

pairing: Fem!Reader x Wes

word count: 5.4k

content warnings: discussion of cannabis/cannabis consumption, unprotected penetrative sex, use of nicknames (baby, sweetheart), SoftDom!Wes, breeding kink, creampie.

request: can you do a wes smutty one shot if you’re down?!

A/N: to be fair, i haven’t watched Dollface in a minute, but i’m obsessed with the domestic vibes that Matthew gives off when he plays Wes and i just thought it would be super cute. anyway, this was super fun also i wanna fuck Wes. ok enjoy!

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the absolute best part of your day is when the package arrives at your doorstep. you impulse-purchased it about two weeks ago while you were hanging out with one of your close friends, and you've been looking forward to trying it every day since.

or, really, for your cat to try it.

you've read reviews and been extremely diligent to make sure the stuff is completely safe, and everything you've seen or read was singing the praises of this cat weed (which isn't actually cannabis at all, but catnip made to look like it).

as you take the cardboard box to the kitchen table and pry open the top with the help of a Swiss army knife, you're grinning. Klimt comes scampering into the room to see what all the fuss is about, sitting at your feet with his tail curled around his legs.

"no peeking." you scold him gently. your kitten, the friendliest little rescue tabby around, simply stares blankly back. when you remove the wrapping from the glass jar and stare at it up close, you're impressed by how realistic it looks. the label shows cat-friendly ingredients only, but you unscrew the top and get a whiff of catnip.

Klimt begins to weave in between your legs, nudging them affectionately and beginning to purr. you giggle and bend down to give him a few pets. his nose twitches; he tries to sniff at the foreign object, but you put it back on the table.

"don't be greedy, babe." you scratch between his pointed ears and he lets out a whiny meow.

it's about his dinner time, and you were hoping to give him his treat tonight after he finishes his dry food. so you make yourself something simple with the leftovers in your fridge and do some more work on your laptop while you two eat together.

you've had Klimt for a while, now. you call him a kitten even though he's a full-grown cat-- he's just as playful and enthusiastic as any newborn. his eyes are the color of meadow grass, and his nose is scattered with tiny freckles. it makes him look like he's just come from digging around the backyard, but it really just adds to his charm.

not to mention his ceaselessly social tendencies: Klimt is always around when your friends come over, worming his way in between you or sitting on one of the free chair cushions to listen. you wonder if he knows what you're saying sometimes, because when you talk about the embarrassing things you've done that day or the failed interactions you've had, he always lifts his head to give you something of a judgmental stare.

once you've settled down for the evening and turned on the TV, you decide that now is the time. Klimt is aimlessly poking at a few of his toys. he bats at a fake mouse between his paws.

"kitten," you click your tongue and get up to grab the jar. "are you ready to try this stuff?"

as if he's going to answer. he hears your footsteps coming back his way and watches patiently. it's only when you pour out a little bit in front of him that he gets curious about the stuff. you admire his movements as he bends down and examines.

although you keep an eye on him while watching your show, you don't notice much of a change in him. he starts to roll about on the floor, which is to be expected, but it's only when he starts to chase around his fake mouse that things get interesting.

you laugh as Klimt goes nuts, jumping back and attacking the thing like he's ready to come in for the kill. it's really funny, but you're interrupted by your phone buzzing. you told your friend that you were doing this tonight.

"hi!" you answer the FaceTime call right away.

"how is he?" you can hear the smile in Andi's voice as you turn the camera.

"he's loving it."

"oh my god," she laughs. Klimt arches his back, leaping so highly in the air, you raise your eyebrows. "I wonder how long it'll last." she muses.

"I'm guessing we'll get about an hour more of this before he passes out for the next two days." you joke. he gets strong bursts of energy usually, but they only last so long until he's curled up on the window sill or in your bed.

Andi and you talk for a while as Klimt tires himself out and plays with all of his favorite toys. you dangle a string in front of him for a decent amount of time, too, just to make him get up on his hindquarters. he's a natural entertainer, a lithe little thing who lets out a few irritated meows to demonstrate his impertinence.

after about forty-five minutes, however, you notice your cat's behavior change. he keeps raising his hackles and rolling about, and something about it makes you nervous. he doesn't usually act like this, not even when he plays with the other catnip toys he's accumulated.

"what's wrong?" Andi notes your furrowed brow as you look past the camera of your phone and at your pet.

"he's just acting really weird," you pat the couch cushion to call him over, but he doesn't even glance up. "I don't know why."

"maybe it's the cat weed." she suggests. you purse your lips and try to think.

"yeah, but nobody in the reviews ever mentioned anything like this."

"I'm sure he's fine, Y/N."

"yeah, I know..." but you're worried. Klimt is your pal, your cuddle buddy. as he rubs his cheek against the wooden floor, you feel guilt pool in your stomach. if he's hurt because of some dumb online purchase, you're never going to forgive yourself. "I'm gonna call the vet just to be sure."

"oh, okay," she sounds surprised, but doesn't try to stop you. "let me know what they say."

"I will." you hang up the phone and stare at your companion for a few seconds. he leaps into the air and does a somersault before letting out some deeply disturbing whine that reminds you to call the vet. better safe than sorry.

...

when the doorbell rings, you're practically twiddling your thumbs anxiously. Klimt hasn't settled at all, and you haven't even bothered to change out of your lounging ensemble. you're pretty sure you look a mess, but hopefully the person won't care too much.

you don't know who to expect-- your usual vet is an older woman who is friends with your mom, but her receptionist said she was out tonight and would send over another vet to check it out.

when you swing open the door, you immediately regret the decision to stay in sweatpants.

"hi, I'm Wes." the guy gives you a friendly smile and holds up his bag. it's almost comically old-fashioned, something out of an old movie, and you half-expect him to be wearing a stethoscope around his neck.

he's gorgeous, though. definitely a good amount older than you, tall with brown curls and stubble. his features stand out to you even under the porch light, and your mouth guppies idiotically.

"hi," you manage. his eyes flicker to your hand, which is seemingly blocking him from coming inside the house, and you jolt back a little to let him in. you clear your throat. "sorry."

as he steps inside and you close the door behind him, getting one tiny moment to yourself, your eyes widen. way to make yourself look like a bumbling fool.

"I heard that there's a tabby who got into some catnip?" you catch him looking around the front of your house, eyes catching on the framed photos before finding yours again. you can feel the heat creeping up your cheeks, but nod confidently.

"yeah, Klimt. he should still be in the living room."

"Klimt? like the artist?" he chuckles and follows you into the rest of the home. his voice has a nice timbre to it, something low and gentle that fits well with his occupation.

"yeah, exactly." you turn to smile at him.

you hear the cat before you see him. he's climbed to the top of his cat tree and leaps down onto the ground, paws hitting the surface in a way that can't have been comfortable. he chirps and looks up at Wes, whose lips are turned up with amusement.

"are you the man of the hour?" he asks, approaching the cat. Klimt's pupils get enormous and he prepares to pounce on the newcomer.

"careful--" you start to warn him, but the cat launches himself right into Wes' arms. the vet turns to you, holding him to his chest, and grins. warmth spreads over your skin with embarrassment. "sorry."

"no need to apologize," he starts to pet Klimt, who is only slightly struggling to escape. he wants to go wild again, but Wes isn't going to let go. "they call me the Cat Wrangler at the office."

"really?" you snort. he brings your pet over to the couch and sets him on the cushions, careful to keep him in place.

"no way." he shoots you a dazzling smile. the joke makes you giggle, and you feel yourself become even more self-conscious about the outfit you're wearing. this is just your luck, having hot guys come over when you distinctly look your worst.

Wes scratches between Klimt's ears and glances up at you again. "is there any reason in particular you're worried about the catnip?"

"yeah, actually," you nod, brought back to reality. "I know it's supposed to make them more playful, but he's just been acting weird and I got worried that there was something in it that messed with his head."

"can I see the container for it?" he asks. you go to grab the jar, only to remember that it proudly announces itself as cannabis for cats. profound embarrassment causes you to hesitate with the stuff in your hands.

it's not like he's here for you to flirt with, but you're still thinking about how stupid and young you're going to look with this stuff in front of him, a hot older guy who seems to have his life under control. you peek at him once more from the kitchen, at the way he smiles and starts to talk softly to Klimt as if he were a peer.

he's kinda crazy, and it makes you smile.

"it's cat weed." you hand him the glass container, and Wes breaks into a grin as he looks at the front.

"oh my gosh, I've heard about this!" his eyes move quickly over the label. you're in shock.

"really?"

"yeah, it's hilarious. here, can you make sure our friend here doesn't move while I read the ingredients?" he gestures. the knot of anxiety within you loosens a bit. you nod obediently, going to scoop up your pet and sit him on your lap. he's still squirmy, but he doesn't look ready to attack either of you, thankfully.

"hey, you." you greet your pal affectionately. his tail is wagging impatiently while Wes kneels on the ground beside the couch. there's a silver ring on his finger, but you notice with relief that it's not on his fourth one.

when he sets the jar down on the coffee table with the kind of smile that hints at some secret amusement, you frown. "what?"

"nothing," he shakes his head. "Klimt is gonna be totally fine."

"are you sure?" you pet the feline's smooth coat.

"definitely. you know how drugs affect people differently?" he asks. you want to say no, you don't know that because why would you, but then you remember that there is quite literally a glass-blown bowl sitting on your kitchen table.

"sure." you reply honestly.

"it's the same with cats: some just feel the effects a little more." he shrugs. you think this over for a second.

"that makes sense."

"yeah, I'd estimate about an hour more of this wildcat behavior before he takes a ten-hour nap." he cracks another joke and you find yourself totally charmed by him. something about the way he talks just makes your heart beat like crazy.

"that's a relief."

he chuckles and stands up, grabbing the bag (which he never even had to use) and starting to walk out of the living room. you can smell his delicious cologne as he moves past you.

"sorry for making you come out here so late." you apologize from the couch. Wes turns to look at you with an easygoing expression. his free hand is tucked into his pocket.

"no worries. you have a lovely home." he gestures to the kitchen, and then at the bowl sitting there in the open. you have to fight the smile on your face.

"thanks." you're smirking. right before he's about to head back out, you ask a question that's been wriggling around in your mind since he arrived. "why no title?"

"you mean, like, Doctor or something?" he stops in the threshold. one hand leans against it while he answers your question. you still can't get over how tall he is.

"sure. I mean, you are a doctor, right?" it comes out more dubious than you intended, but he doesn't get offended, only smiles.

"yes, I'm a doctor. I went to Davis." he points like the school is right outside your door. you nod.

"cool."

there's a silence where you just look at each other, and you forget that you look like you just rolled out of bed. he clears his throat.

"to answer your question, I just go by Wes because you're not my patient-- Klimt is." he points to the kitten, who is now chasing his own tail like a dog. you snort at the sight.

"how humble of you."

"I know, right?" he's joking. you find yourself not wanting him to leave, even though you've really just met. he's so sweet and funny and handsome... your stomach is flipping over and over like a schoolgirl.

and it's stupid that you can't think of one plausible reason for him to stay, but every step he takes shortens your time to think. so you just blurt, instead.

"would you want a beer?"

Wes pauses and looks at you, an unreadable expression on his face. "a beer?"

"yeah, I mean... you came all the way out here and I just feel bad for causing a fuss over nothing." you scramble slightly to justify your words. you don't ever drink beer-- do you even have any? god, this is embarrassing.

the vet checks the watch on his wrist, then smiles at you with a halting kind of enjoyment, before nodding. "sure."

"okay, great." you turn on your heel to hide the grin on your face. he follows you again to the kitchen area and leans against the counter while you open the fridge. the best form of flirting you can manage right now is bending over shamelessly and taking your time to poke around.

thankfully, there are three cold bottles left towards the back. you take out two and use the tool in one of your drawers to pop the tops off. he watches patiently, takes a sip when you hand the drink to him. your eyes meet.

"so, what prompted the cat weed purchase?" he starts the conversation effortlessly, and you try to keep your eyes from wandering over the shape of him. now that he's just standing in front of you, you're noticing the way his sweater sits against his frame, his long legs and the way his head rests on an elegantly-proportioned neck.

"I just saw it and thought it would be fun." you shrug honestly. he smiles.

"do you think you're gonna let him try it again another time?"

"I don't know," you cross your arms over your chest. "I'm a little nervous, but he also was having a lot of fun until I made him sit still."

"fair enough." you both turn your gazes to the cat. he's nudging a little toy ball with his nose and watching it roll across the floor. there are tiny bells inside that jingle. Wes turns back to you. "what do you do?"

"graphic designer."

"an artist." he raises his brows, impressed.

"not exactly saving animal lives, but I get by." you take another sip of your drink.

"it's not like that, mostly." he rolls his eyes playfully.

"then what's it like?"

"I just see and talk to people's pets all day. it's a pretty great job, even when it's not. you know?" he's optimistic about it. you're drawn to his positive energy, to the way he smiles when he speaks like he's preparing to deliver a witty joke.

you're hopelessly attracted to him, and the space between you is becoming unbearable. even though he's a guy you just met, you can feel in your gut that something about this is just right. you want his body against yours.

"you okay?" he breaks what you only now realize is a silence, and you blink to clear the dirty images from your mind.

"yeah." only thinking about you fucking me against a countertop. it must be the fact that you haven't gotten laid in a while or something, because you usually aren't this attracted to people within the first hour. it takes longer for you to even want to kiss them.

"what kind of stuff do you design?" he seems genuinely interested as he shifts and continues to nurse his drink.

"I work for a tech startup downtown, so it's a lot of website work to make sure it's navigable and pretty." you try to sum up your duties, but it's hard when his hazel eyes are so intent. he listens to every word.

"do you do personal work, too? like, just for you?"

"actually, yeah!" this sparks your excitement.

"can I see?" his smile widens. "only if you're comfortable, of course."

"sure." you're beaming.

he stays put as you start to go out of the kitchen, but then you smile. "you can come with."

"oh." he sets his beer down on the counter and follows you, slightly surprised. but you don't care; you were nervous before, but he's stayed for this long. maybe he wants you, too.

once you get to your bedroom, you're grateful that it's been freshly cleaned. there's even a bouquet from the flower's market sitting on your dresser, and you head over to the desk to sift through the drawers for what you want.

"cool room." he compliments from the threshold. he's careful not to make you uncomfortable, but also can't resist the curiosity that draws his gaze from wall to wall. you find the stack of papers and smile.

"thanks," you place the folder in his hands. "these are some printed versions of stuff I did last year."

Wes immediately begins to flip through the art. him seeing your stuff makes you nervous, so you pretend to focus on straightening up the few items that sit on your desk. you wipe your fingertip over a nonexistent film of dust.

"these are amazing," he says, holding a card stock copy in between his index and middle fingers. "holy shit."

"thank you." you're trying to keep from smiling too hard. you can tell that he's being genuine with his compliments, and it makes your heart swell.

"definitely. are you showing anywhere?"

"at an exhibit downtown a couple months back, but I've been so busy with work that personal stuff hasn't really been on the table, you know?"

he nods in understanding and continues to go through until the end. when he's finished, he looks up and sees you, his eyes concentrated. he doesn't speak at first, and an undercurrent ripples across the room. there are about three feet between you, and you have no excuse to lessen it.

he licks his lips slowly. you purse yours, unsure of what to say.

"I'm glad you called tonight." his voice is lower, slightly uncertain, like he's testing the boundaries. except you don't want boundaries right now. you want to go wild on him.

"me, too." you reply. it's in your eyes, that begging for him to do what you're scared to initiate.

your tongue is pressed to the back of your teeth in anticipation. and when he sets the art back on your desk and comes closer, you feel yourself give in. bubbles of excitement travel up your body as he grabs your face and bends down to kiss you.

it's full, passionate, not the kind of kiss you give someone you've just met. laced with desire and longing, you respond immediately. hands immediately run to his forearms, over his shoulders as he imposes beautifully on your form. it's so hard, you lean back slightly. your torso presses against his until he pushes you against the wall.

the slight gasp that escapes your lips causes him to smile, followed by your moan and clutching fingers. the material of his sweater, the taste of him mingled with that sophisticated, gentle smell of cologne that you want printed all over your skin.

"come here." he murmurs against your mouth and reaches down to the back of your thigh so you can hook your leg around his waist. you whine at the easy access he has to grind against your core, both of you desperate.

"Wes." you pant into his open mouth. he sucks on your bottom lip before finding your cheek and jaw. his fingertips tighten around your flesh.

"this feel good, sweetheart?" he checks in. coincidentally, his jeans grind against your panties at exactly the right spot and your hips jump. you release a pleasured yelp.

"mhmm."

"sounds like it." he latches onto your throat with a possessive excitement. you can feel him sucking and biting at the skin until you're positive there'll be marks tomorrow. you hope there are; purpled evidence of his touch. he digs his nails into your thighs. "you like it when older men touch you, baby?"

he blows over your tender throat before attacking it again. you sigh contentedly at the way he mingles sensations for your pleasure. "yes."

he grunts and nips at your collarbone, sliding the strap of your top down your shoulder so that he can effortlessly flutter his lips over the skin. you grip at him and toss your head back against the wall. his weight on yours is divine. it makes you weak, but that doesn't matter. he's practically holding you up at this point.

when his hand pushes under the hem of your shirt and dances over your stomach, you arch your back for more. he's gentle yet firm, pulling you close like he wants to breathe your oxygen. he's tracing over your ribcage, all the way up to the valley of your breasts, before cupping one and moaning into your shoulder.

he kisses you again with an aching hunger that can't be satiated. your tongues meet and Wes finds your hardened nipples beneath the thin fabric of your bralette. you sigh while he starts to circle one with his thumb.

"you're perfect." he breathes.

you want to bask in this moment, to enjoy the shock across your skin when he reaches his hand back down between your bodies to dip below the waistband of your sweatpants, but you're just so greedy. he could make you cum over and over and it would never be enough.

"what do you want me to do to you?" Wes is hovering over your lower stomach, dangerously close to where you need him most. he's teasing. the warmth of his skin drives you mad. his breath brushes over the shell of your ear.

"fuck me." it's the only response you can fathom. every other instinct in your body flies out the window and is replaced by a craving to sink your proverbial (and literal) teeth into him.

but he loves it, apparently, because he pushes you back against the wall with a nearly bruising force. "I can do that."

with those words, he quickly grabs your other leg and lifts you into his arms, bringing you to the bed and laying you delicately on the mattress while you giggle. you stare up at him with an almost daydreamy lust. his cheeks are flushed.

you only get a second of that heavenly sight, though, before he dips down and pushes your shirt up to see your tits and kiss up the chasm between your ribs. his stubble tickles your skin, which causes you to smile.

by the time he's pulled your sweatpants off and tossed them to the side, you're whining for him to strip down as well.

"what is it, pretty girl?" he murmurs against your tummy. when you try to squeeze your thighs, he pushes them apart.

"I wanna see you." your fingertips touch at his sweater. he chuckles and pulls the garment over his head. it messes up his perfect hair even more and you love it, tangling your fingers in it. he bites his lip.

"do you want me to taste you first?" he keeps stroking the inside of your thighs and staring down at the skimpy lace that you're positive that you've already soaked. you're making him crazy with the way you roll your hips against air, against nothing, seeking any kind of stimulation.

"I can't wait." you shake your head. as nice as it would be, you're going to implode if he doesn't fill you up soon. he drags his fingers down your clothed slit and groans when he feels just how ready you are for him.

"let's take these off then, okay, sweetheart?" he hooks his fingers in the panties and waits for you to nod before tugging them down your legs. you whimper at the cool air that hits your core, soaked and needy. Wes stares at your body on display for him.

as he gets back up from the floor to kiss you again, you both work to remove the rest of his clothes. his skin is perfect under your hands. his chest is warm, solid, and when he climbs on top of you, his arms rest on either side of your head.

one hand comes down to grab his own cock and stroke it a few times before lowering himself to rub it against your throbbing clit. you whimper at the pressure; he's mindless when he feels how easily you cover him in your essence.

"so fucking wet..." he groans while rutting against you.

"Wes, please--" your breath hitches. "put it in."

"begging?" he teases your entrance with the head and smirks. "good girl."

"mhmm." you're smiling, but your mouth drops open when he pushes himself inside.

it's a heavy feeling, him filling you up. he's thick and the stretching of your walls makes him groan and rest his head on your shoulder. he kisses the skin there while diving deeper into your body.

you're shaking slightly from the mixture of pain and pleasure, his size forcing your body to work quickly to accommodate. your eyes are squeezed shut, but you run your hands over his back and shoulders to stay grounded. it feels like a dream.

he starts to pull out, coated in your wetness while you whimper below him, and he grabs your face with one hand in a dominant, soft gesture. "okay?"

"yeah."

he pushes back in. the air in your lungs is practically gone at this point, he's so deep inside. your eyes roll back and push your hips up to take him at a new angle. Wes finds his pace easily, rocking into your body at a manageable pace to let you get used to the sensation.

every time his hips roll down and he buries himself in you, he presses on your clit and sends a new shock through your body. he leans on his elbows to get closer and feel every undulation of your body. you love how his thrusts force your legs apart, how he moans your name and causes the headboard to repeatedly hit the wall while maintaining eye contact. hazel irises that rake over your features with lust.

"you feel so good." he speeds up a little when he hits a certain spot. you can feel him deep and hard, causing a small bump to rise in your stomach with each stroke. his voice is husky and dark. like a man starved.

"fuck..." you drag your nails down his back. he groans at the red marks that you will no doubt leave for him.

"clingy thing, huh?" he sucks at your throat affectionately. "I come over for one thing and you can't help yourself."

hearing Wes speak through his own panting is like listening to a secret, and you never want it to stop. he's reveling in the sordid crush of his own wants, and the way he shoves into you shows you that he has no intention of slowing down for a while.

"I'm impatient." you smirk. he pulls away to admire your expression.

"so am I." he kisses your lips and starts to pound into you. the juxtaposition of his tenderness and the sharp snap of his hips to yours fills you with butterflies. you love how much he wants to ruin you.

"Wes-- oh my god!" you whimper. he grabs your hips and yanks them closer to him so he can go as deep as possible, so he can hit your cervix.

"that's right, sweetheart," he pants. you can tell that he's starting to lose control. "say my name. I want everyone to know what a good little slut you are for me."

the commanding tone makes your body shake. "I- I'm cumming, Wes, please--"

"please what, baby?" he taunts. his index finger is tracing over your jaw.

you don't know what it is that you're wanting, except more. as your form shudders and tightens, walls fluttering around his cock, you lose the capacity to speak. you grind your hips against him and cry out pathetically while he pushes you back down and slams ruthlessly into your pussy.

"cum inside-- please, I need it--" you writhe. he groans at the request.

"fuck, yes..." he sheathes himself. "take it."

you gasp as he repeatedly hits your weakest point and spills hot ropes of his cum inside you, still thrusting in and out and whimpering into your shoulder at the clenching sensation you give his cock. it's warm, strangely delightful, nearly sending you into another orgasm sheerly from the sight.

he mutters unintelligibly as he empties himself in your pussy, but you catch a growled "so needy," between deep moans. you're clinging to him like you'll never have it again. you might not.

he slows down, giving shallower thrusts while riding out his high and shoving his cum deeper inside. it turns lazy and messy, both of you panting, before he finally pulls out and rolls over next to you.

you press the back of your hand to your forehead. it's sweaty from all the work he just put you through, but you feel amazing at the same time. your eyes keep flickering from the ceiling above to his rising and falling chest beside you. his nose twitches; he turns his head to look at your face.

although you expect him to say something, he doesn't. instead, you just stare at each other. the air conditioner rattles gently in the background. you're not sure how long this lasts, this soaking in, but he's the first to break it.

"hey."

you find the corners of your lips turning up. "hi."

"do you mind if I go get something to clean you up?" he asks softly, his fingertips finding your forearm with ease and drifting over it.

"sure. bathroom is the first door on the left."

he gets up and you watch him gather his clothes, eyes glued to his perfect form. you can't believe you just had sex with your veterinarian. you don't regret it at all.

he wanders out of the room and your eyes follow, only to see Klimt sitting patiently by the door.

"what are you doing, perv?" you tease as he comes over and leaps up onto the bed. his kitten paws pad over the blankets and settle into the crook of your arm. you smile to yourself, recalling how sweet the vet was with him. "hey, Wes?" you call out.

"yeah?" he comes back into the room with a warm washcloth and a small smile on his face.

"would you wanna get coffee or something sometime?" you bite your lip. maybe he doesn't want to go on a date, but it's worth a shot.

"sure." he breaks into a grin that makes you giddy. thank god, because you really were hoping to see him again.

you can't wait.

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belong - chan x f reader

fluff, smut, 2.8k

when your lover called on you, the bells in your heart rung. chan invited you to his home for an evening spent together in the sweet peace of the one another’s company. upon your arrival, he greeted you with pure admiration in his eyes, a youthful wonderment sweeping over him as he gazed upon your person, pulling you into his embrace where you belong.

he took your hand, dusting his lips across your knuckles as he whispered, “i missed you, love.”

“and i you.” it’s not often you admit that time spent away from chan adds painfully to your longing, this much is evidenced by his wide eyed surprise. “i have spent every second counting down until we would meet again.”

“oh?” he gasps, believing not a word. “maybe hypnos might finally stop by now that you have come.”

“maybe breath will finally enter my lungs! and food settle in my stomach!”

“my love, if we are of such detriment to ourselves when apart,” he mumbles against your lips as he captures them sweetly. “then perhaps we mustn’t part again.”

“not ever?”

“not ever,” and so, with your indefinite union confirmed, chan ushers you into his home. you quickly note the sheet music that customarily garnishes every corner of the black oak table is now stacked neatly to the side. in their place are gold lined porcelain dinner plates, and sat atop them are a meal you know your lover did not prepare. “i know what you are readying yourself to say, so i feel i must confess something.”

“please do.”

“the lees did assist me with the preparation of this meal,” he lies as you turn to him. “you do not believe me? my love, i take great offence.”

“one can only find offence in the truth, chan.”

“fine,” he sighs, kindly untucking your seat. “the lees prepared the meal.” his confession is rewarded with the softest kiss to his dimpled cheek, deepening the indent greatly. “but i did prepare the table!”

“and had you not, the meal would not look half as inviting,” your praise, though clearly meant in jest, still colours the tips of his ears.

“lest you plan for my head to swell to twice its size, i suggest you stop.”

you press your hand to his cheek, the soft skin warming your palm as you turn his face towards you. “surely that is just more of you to love, is it not?”

“goodness. u are like a god sent spring during drought! love just pours from you. surely i am not this worthy,” he ponders aloud. he rests his forehead on yours, settling his eyes on your lips, he trains his pounding heart to beat in time with your breathless chortles. “what did I do to deserve you?”

as you shrug, you lean up, capturing his lips with yours, offering up the most delicate of pecks. the motion is dizzying, and the pace moreso. his fingers grip your side almost painfully, his wandering thumb finding the skin of your hip, drawing the tiniest circles. your tongue finally slips between his teeth before he pulls away. “the lees would not be happy to learn how we have treated their meal.”

“that you plated,” you remind, squeezing his arms in want. “and a plated meal can be reheated. hell, a plated meal can be unplated!”

“is this a want or a need?” chan suddenly asks, watching your teeth catch your lip. raising his thumb once dragging along the band of your knickers, he tugs at the trapped lip, freeing it from restraint. “i asked you a question.”

“it’s a want,” you admit shamefully, your hunger amplified with another whiff of the cooling dinner.

“a want can wait.” without another word, chan releases you, waiting patiently so he can tuck your seat in. once you are seated, he tucks himself in at the table’s head, reaching for your hand to his right. “go ahead, angel.”

you can only nod as you reach for your polished fork before scooping up the braised pork and buttered mash. he grins as you moan, the sound oddly innocent as you slowly begin to regain your appetite. he frees your hand as you reach for your knife, settling it instead on your knee, squeezing before he attacks his meal. as you make your own ways through dinner, you settle into a comfortable silence, both happily welcoming any intermittent interruptions. he speaks in part of his long work week spent apart from you, you speak in part of the gruelling work week spent apart from him. you both speak of family, sharing thoughtless yet meaningful tidings. you speak of friends, of gossip and news as he updates you on the lees’ plans to finally go into business together.

“how does hyunjin feel about it? he, minho and felix, were they not in talks about a dance company?” you speak with your lips perched on the rim of your glass, never forgetting a detail chan offers up. and though this at times works to his detriment, he cannot help but smile as he nods, gleeful at your continued interest in his companions.

“hyunjin wishes them well. of course he sulked for days, but he sees their passion and respects their wishes.” chan watches as you nod, acquainted well enough with the man to understand. “but he expects shares.”

“as he should!’ you punctuate your point with a final stab at your dinner, chewing the cooling carrot far too aggressively for how well it had been prepared.

“must everyone be compensated for broken promises?” he asks, reaching for your cleared dinner plate. “that hardly seems just.”

“is that not the very underpinnings of law?”

“so that makes it just?” he asks, returning to his seat with wine before pulling you onto his lap.

“well,” you start, grabbing your glass and straddling your lover. “it depends who is profiting.”

“consider this,” placing his wine down, he rests his open hands on your thighs, “when i make you mrs. bang—”

“when?”

“yes, when,” he emphasises with a sweet kiss to the junction of your neck and shoulder, trailing his nose up the column of your neck. “should you change your mind, must i hold you accountable?”

“i would never change my mind,” you state, rendering his analogy futile. “being mrs. bang would be the honour of a lifetime.”

“you are insufferable,” he breathes, his warming forehead pressed to your shoulder. “for the sake of my analogy, say that were not the case. say being mrs bang was unliveable, the biggest regret of one’s life. should you be accountable for leaving?”

“annulment is a fickle thing, chan. there are so many other factors involved.” you predict the question on his tongue, so you proceed to list them. “wealth, health, kin, religion, intimacy—”

“we won’t have that problem.”

“we won’t have any of those problems,” you correct. “will we, mr bang?”

“no,’ he agrees, pulling your frame further up his lap, “none.” there’s a pause where he regards you with an insurmountable confusion, as if regarding you for the first time again. “you never did tell me what I did to deserve you?”

“it isn’t for me to tell,” and therein lies his issue, his desperation to remedy his thanklessness, to express his unyielding gratitude for the blessing that is his lover. if he knew what he did, then he might know what to keep doing. “just enjoy me.”

“i intend to do just that,” he breathes against your skin, lips dragging along the bone of your jaw.

it is impossible not to squirm. his touch is at the best of times manageable, yet at the worst, insufferable. his fingernails press moons into your neck and thigh, firming his grip on your nape and dragging your hips down onto his crotch. the friction is hot and reeling, the slide of his cock along your clothed folds, slowly milking him whilst displaying his restraint. you detest his chosen pace, it is all the things you simultaneously love and loathe about your partner. his mature approach to love making and his need to drag out every moment beyond what is absolutely necessary. you begin setting your own pace, digging your heels into the ground as you roll against his length. the pleasure is short lived.

“it would serve you well to hold still,” he pours into your mouth, the beginnings of a smirk tainting even the purest parts of his face. he makes it increasingly difficult to follow his generous warning, as he frees your neck and grabs the table for leverage, dragging his groin against you, readily instigating your demise. “i can be fair, y/n. just tell me what it is you desire?”

“you, chan.”

“but you have all of me,” he reminds, guiding your hand to the warm space between you, tightening your grip around his heavy length. “all of me is yours, so speak plainly.”

“i want you to—“ he lets a single digit pass between your clothed folds, soaking the fabric and the pad of his finger. your eyes slowly follow his movements, the lone finger sucked into the warmth of his mouth. “chan, please.”

“how can you beg for that which you have not asked?”

“fuck me.” he reels at your embarrassment, the warmth on your cheeks warming his neck as you burrow out of view. “please,” your breathy plea fills the shell of his ear as you drag yourself along his lap. “is that not the reason you asked me here?”

his laughter fills the air as he kicks out his chair, your combined weight tugging at the carpet. “not entirely,” he admits candidly, lifting you both in a swift motion. “i do enjoy time spent in your company.”

“well, of course,” you agree, clinging to him as he moves through his home, covering more ground with every kiss he offers to your neck. “but my company can allow for a multitude of activities.”

“a multitude you say?” he places you gently atop his sheets, your weight forcing a sensual warm oak to waft through the room. his hands settle firmly by your head, his elbows collapsing to barely rest his weight on you, eliminating any and all space. his gleaming eyes bore into your own, the tip of his nose gliding along the bridge of your own. “you mightn’t believe it, but I am a simple man. i am happy to settle for one.”

“and which one might that be?”

his head lolls dumbly from left to right, allowing but a second to pass before he gives you his answer. rows of pearl capture his lip as he lowers himself, slow sensual grinds of his hips reveal his thoughts like no words could. his hooded eyes drink the creases in your face, the waves of pleasure coursing through you as he passes between your folds. the air thickens tenfold, your pants fanning his lips as you succumb to the movements of your lover.

“chan—“ your whine draws a devious grin on his face. you feel his palm rest on your cheek, his thumb running along your jaw down to your chin where he tugs, no words nor force required to tell you what he wants.

“may i?” he breathes into your mouth, tongue rolling in his own, collecting what you unknowingly crave. you nod once, leaning up to meet his lips as he leans back. the saliva gathered on his tongue slowly passes from between his lips into your open mouth. his eyes follow the string that connects you both as you swallow, your breath faltering as his eyes drag up to gaze at you. the hunger you’re met with would force your knees together, only his own keep them apart. “i’m going to give you what you want now,” he promises, fingers tugging at your panties. “and I know you can take it,” he affirms as he slides a finger in you, grinning as you whine. “i just need to make sure.”

he pumps his finger slowly, dragging the pad languidly against your walls, his thumb circling your clit. be laughs at the tremble in your thighs, how little restraint you have always exhibited. it has always been this way. your neediness bursting through the seams, rendering his own restraint powerless. especially as your fingers toy with his waistband, fist closing around his leaking tip. your palm rolls against his slit, the heel gathering his precum as you slide against his tip. he struggles with his weight over you, his forehead pressed to your own as he winds his length between your closed fist. his lips suck on your tongue, teeth clashing, when he feels a familiar ripple of heat pass through his veins.

“baby,” he huffs, stills his hips and his fingers. “is this what you want?”

“no,” you whine, humping against his hand and pumping him all the same. “but it is you i want,” you pant, chasing a high you know your lover will never give you. “it’s you i need.”

at that he pulls your hand from him, ready to fulfil his duty as your love, to give you all the things you want and need. he shows no haste removing his clothes, buckle hitting the floor, trousers and undergarments gently kicked down his legs. he takes a modicum of time on you however. his hands glide down your sides as he frees you of your sticky underwear, hiking up your skirt as he pumps his cock. lining himself up with your slit, he gazes down at you, his doting expression in stark contrast with his bare form.

“i love you, angel,” he breathes, eyes shining as he pecks at your cheek, nose, lips.

“and i you,” you breathe in kind, choking up as he sheathes himself within your walls. he sighs as you take him, your hot folds sucking him in as he slips his tongue between your lips, swallowing your whimpers. as he bottoms out he pulls away, watching your eyes gleam in want before he snaps his hips, denouncing all fatigue. “oh, chan—”

he grunts as his name falls off your tongue, your mind and body at a loss for thoughts besides those of your lover. as he pounds into you, his tip hitting your g-spot perfectly, forcing your mouth open. unintelligible moans fill the air, though he hears you calling out for him. for the most part, he hears your lustful grumbles of inexplicable pleasure. he needn’t decipher them, nor does he try. he just basks in them, his groans falling into your open mouth, the odd praise passing between your lips as does his tongue, his spit, his praise, his tongue, his spit. he uses you, as you so wish. he fucks harder into you as you fall further into delirium, pleasure rippling through you with every snap of his hips. he watches you gasp for air, gulping around his saliva, watery eyes pleading for him.

“tell me what you want.”

“i want to cum,” you whine, clinging to his tired arms as he deepens his thrusts, rolling his length into you in short, sharp motions. “please, channie.”

he feels you clench around him, his movements growing slow with each passing second. there are moments when he slips, his fist guiding himself back to you, his fingers pressed to your stomach, thumb circling your clit. he feels you teeter to the edge. your pussy closing tighter as he gathers your release, sliding his thumb harshly over your clit, fucking even faster into you as you pass into ecstacsy. his teeth clench at the base of your throat, the combined stimulation drawing your orgasm from you. all that fills the air is your gargles, his name falling off your tongue in a chant, coated in gratitude and adoration. in love. chan follows you to euphoria. his hips stutter as you milk him. His arms weakened, he rests his forehead on your temple, chasing a high only you can conjure. one that draws out grunts of gratitude, of adoration. of love.

moments pass in sticky silence. pants filling the air as the afterglow sets in, the air stagnant as the pungent smell of sex fills the room. he welcomes the short seconds of peace, but he must break it.

“move in with me.” his motives on evenings like this were never too clear, not even to himself. but chan had not lied. every moment in your presence makes your absence all the more unthinkable. sleep comes easy when you are near. he dreams sweetly when you are here. he leans over to remove your blouse, freeing you from the damp material. as he does, he gazes into your eyes, speaking softly of all the nights you could spend doing just this. all the nights you have wasted not doing this. all the ways you could spend the nights in between. all the mornings he could spend with you and you with him. “you belong with me,” he breathes, lips pressed to your knuckles as his fingers trail up and down your arms. he stills, realising he might lull you into slumber, if his words had not already done so when you speak.

“how could i not know?” you ask, splitting his pretty face with a grin. “i belong with you.”

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quindolyn · 3 years

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Spontaneity in the Garden || James Potter

Word Count: 1720

Notes: Bo‘s mind is top tier and unmatched, thank you for the inspo baby. We all deserve cottage core James. Even the subbiest of the subs will melt at the prospect of James calling them “Mommy”. This is pretty shitty but I’m getting more requests for smut so bare with me while I practice, you’ll probably see more of these smaller pieces as I experiment.

Warnings: sub!James, oral female receiving, mommy kink, I think that’s it?

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The warm summer air of somewhere in the English countryside was something you’d gotten used to. When James and you moved to a cottage far away from the city, the both of you were downright giddy at the prospect. Having moved 6 months ago, you were not disappointed.

“Poppet?” You heard the sweet, angelic voice of James carry out into the garden where you were picking strawberries, crouched down, examining the sweet fruit, deciding what was and what wasn’t ready to be harvested. You were thinking you would make strawberry crepes the following morning for you and your husband.

“Yes Jamie?” You called to him as you heard his footsteps approaching you, they came to a stop a foot or so away from where you were kneeling in the flower bed, the lightweight, flowy material of your whimsical, floral print dress sprawling out around you. “How can I help you baby?” Looking up at him his beautiful face blocked out the warm afternoon sun, shining through his dark hair forming a halo around his head making him look angelic.

You stood up, satisfied with your crop with the small wicker basket full to the brim with sweet red fruit.

“You look gorgeous (Y/N/N),” James commented approvingly, his eyes raking over your body.

“Thank you Jamie,” You smiled, reaching your hand out to run it down his jawline before moving it to his hair, tangling your fingers in his dark tresses.

“Wanna make you feel good,” He admitted, pulling you close, grappling at your waist. His large hands running up and down your sides wanting to be as close to your body as possible.

A smile graced your lips, peering into his azure eyes hidden behind the thick frames of his glasses, “How do we ask baby?”

“Wanna make you feel good Mommy,” He pleaded, resting his forehead against your shoulder before turning his head in order to nose at your pulse before pressing his lips to the delicate skin, “Please,” He whined.

“Good boy,” You praised, using your nails to scratch his scalp, feeling his smile press against your neck at both the praise and the feeling of your nails in his hair. “Always such a good boy for me, you know that?”

“Really?” He asked you, almost disbelieving, turning his visage to meet your eyes with his wide ones. James needed constant praise and you were more than happy to provide it for him.

You hummed affirmatively feeling the ache in between your legs flare as James planted open mouthed kisses on your neck before he slunk down to his knees in front of you. Looking up at you with puppy eyes he leaned forward so his nose was level with your pussy, hidden behind layers of fabric. As he nuzzled his nose into your clothed pussy you began to hike up the skirt of your dress until it was pulled up to your waist revealing your panty clad center and bare legs that seemed to have James entranced.

He moved so that his forehead was brushing the ground, searing his lips to the inside of your ankle before dragging them up your half, leaving trails of his spit in his wake as he gently sunk his teeth into your soft skin, though not hard enough to elicit any bruises, Jamie knew to ask before he left any marks on you.

He was yours to mark.

Not the other way around.

He quickly made his way up the inside of your thigh, eager to get a taste of his favorite thing in the world, your cunt.

“You in a rush, baby?” You asked, adjusting your skirt to peer down at him, where he rested his cheek on the inside of your thigh, nudging his glasses further up on his nose as he shook his head. “Words,” You commanded, gripping his jaw squishing his cheeks together making his lips jut out in an exaggerated pout.

“No Mommy, I’m sorry,” You didn’t even know if James knew the definition of the word brat, he was always so obedient. So eager to please.

He returned his lips to your knee, taking his time in working his lips up your leg, laving his tongue over your supple skin. “Mommy,” He whimpered into your skin, steadying himself on your legs by grabbing onto your thighs with his hands, the cold metal of his various rings sending a chill through your body as they melded into your flesh. “Mommy can I leave marks on your pretty thighs? Please?”

You responded by pushing his head back in between your legs, nodding your head enthusiastically as you felt his lips suction on the inside of your thigh. The nip of his teeth on the sensitive flesh tip toeing the line between pain and pleasure as his tongue peeked out to calm the bite. He continued up your legs, switching between the right and the left dragging moans from deep inside your chest until his nose finally brushed against your clit.

“Fuck!” You swore, shifting the entirety of your dress to one hand as the other found its home in James’ hair, pushing him closer to you.

His fingers hooked onto the lact fabric of your panties as he pulled them hastily down until they were pooling around your bare feet.

The brunette didn’t hesitate before practically lunging into your cunt, reaching up his hands to grip your thighs, pulling them apart slightly so he could better access your clit. His long tongue licked a broad stripe from your quivering, gushing hole to your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You steadied yourself on your feet, anchoring yourself to James’ head as he worked on devouring your cunt. “Fuck Jamie, that feels so good baby, use that tongue, make Mommy feel good.”

Urged on by your praise he attached his lips to your clit, sucking harshly causing sparks of pleasure to shoot up your spine and through your limbs, feeding the pull in your stomach as pleasure hits you in waves following the movements of James’ tongue as he greedily licked up your juices.

“Such a good boy, use your tongue to make Mommy cum, you can do it.” You encouraged, beginning to thrust our cunt into the drooling boy’s face as he released his grip on your thigh to insert two long, calloused fingers into your dripping hole. As he pistoned his fingers in and out quickly his ministrations on your clit slowed, the contrast in his respective movements drove you insane pulling you closer and closer to orgasm.

No one had ever made you feel as good as James could, his tongue, his fingers, his cock, all of them had you edging towards orgasm in a matter of minutes, and today was no exception. The man kneeling between your legs has managed to bring you to a quivering mess looming above him, gripping his broad, muscled shoulders like he was the only thing grounding you in reality.

And maybe it was.

The feeling of his shoulders beneath your palms reminded you of how beautiful it was to have James Potter on his knees, you forced yourself to pry your eyes open, moving your dress so you could get a better look at his face buried in your cunt. James’ hair was mussed from your tugging and grasping, as he looked up at you you noticed he’d removed his glasses, or perhaps they’d fallen because they were now stranded in the soil, his bright blue eyes gleaming as whimpers and whines escaped your lips.

“W-Why’d you take your glasses off darling?” You managed to say through gritted teeth as he continued moving his fingers in and out of your cunt, now curling his fingers in order to hit your g-spot repeatedly until you were on the precipice of orgasm, forcing yourself of the ledge you dipped your fingers below his jaw, tipping his head up to look at you.

“Wanted to eat your pussy better Mommy, wanted to make you feel as good as possible, wanted to be your good boy,” His words were muffled by your clit but your heart still swelled at his words.

“Go on then baby, make Mommy feel good with your mouth,” You commanded, letting go of his jaw.

James shifted himself so he was able to replace his fingers with the length of his cunt, pistoning it in and out of you as he set to work on your clit with his hands, rubbing his palm in harsh circles against your delicate bundle of nerves. As pleasure seared through your veins you threw your head back, releasing your breathy moans into the clean air of the picturesque countryside, the scent of nearby flowers flooding your nostrils as you edged closer to your climax, ready to make a mess of you pretty boy’s face.

“M’gonna cum baby,” You moaned out, digging your fingers even further into James’ hair using it to anchor him to your pulsing pussy, not letting him move away even if he wanted to.

Eager to please you James moaned into the expanse of your cunt, knocking you across the edge into pleasure, allowing wave after wave to crest over you and engulf you in the sensation of James lapping at your cunt as you rode out your orgasm, cleaning everything he could get his tongue on before you gently guided his head back tilting up once again to look at his face.

James looked borderline ethereal on his knees, the bottom half of his face glistening with your release.

“You were such a good boy for me darling.”

“Thank you Mommy,” James grinned genuinely, “Love being your good boy.”

“And you do such a good job at it too,” The extol left your lips as you leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose. “Now how about we go inside and I repay you for making me feel so good?”

You didn’t have to ask James twice before he was on his feet, lifting you into his arms, a smile cracked against his face as he carried you towards your house. The sounds of your shrieks and giggles heard as he peppered your face with kisses, the basket of strawberries left abandoned in the flower bed. You didn’t need crepes, you had James.

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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Oop lemme try again I think I got the numbers wrong- 72, 62, 57, 33-

Can I have all those in one fic with bucky please?

72) “Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that?”

62) “I bet all our neighbors can hear you, I bet they all know what a dirty little slut you are.”

57) “I wonder what your girlfriend/boyfriend would do if they knew what you were doing right now.”

33) “Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.”

I love this. Dom!Neighbor!Bucky is gonna wreck me.

Smut, no minors!!

“Motherfucker!” You screamed as your heel got caught in the elevator as you tried to step off.

Your night was going terrible. Your asshole boyfriend had stood you up for the third time in a month. You knew you should break it off with him but he kept dodging you and making it impossible for you to officially end things.

You continued cursing under your breath as you wrenched your shoe out of the crack between the lift and the door and started to hobble back to your apartment.

“Rough night, doll?”

And of course, there’s your beautiful neighbor, eating a plum and leaning against his open door frame as he gave you a wicked grin. You didn’t think you could deal with his flirting right now, you were too pissed.

“I’m not in the mood, Buck.” You groaned, digging in your purse for your keys.

“That douchebag you’re dating stand you up again?” He said with a shake of his head as he sauntered towards you, shutting his apartment door.

You just grumbled as you unlocked your door, leaving it open so he could follow you inside. You tossed your bag on the table and went to pour yourself a gin from your bar cart.

“Vodka?” You asked him, grabbing another glass.

“Always.” He answered, tossing the plum pit into the garbage before accepting the drink from your hand. “You know, I’d never miss a date night with you. Especially when you wear those little outfits.”

You rolled your eyes at him as you took another swig of gin, swirling the liquid in your glass. You hopped up on the counter and leaned back on your hands, watching him closely as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

“Always with the damn teasing, Barnes.” You scolded him.

“It doesn’t have to be teasing, doll.” He smirked, downing the rest of his drink and starting to prowl towards you. “When’s the last time you got fucked, sweetheart? I bet that asshole never even made you come.”

“Bucky!” You gasped as he slotted himself between your thighs, edging the hem of your skirt up as he leaned into you. “We shouldn’t.”

“Why not?” He murmured, wrapping his hand around your waist and drawing you towards him.

You had trouble coming up with an answer to that as brushed his lips over your throat, making you moan as you felt your pussy throb with need.

“Nothing to say, doll?” He grinned, nipping at your jaw lightly. “I bet you’re already so wet.”

You yelped when he picked you up and started to carry you towards the living room, his mouth still moving over your neck softly. He set you down in front of one of the brick columns and turned you around, drawing the zipper of your dress down slowly before letting it pool at your feet.

“I wonder what your boyfriend would do if he knew what you were doing right now.” He purred, running his knuckles over your spine as he took you in. “That dick doesn’t even know what he’s missing.”

You whimpered as he drew your panties down your legs slowly, pressing his lips to the backs of your thighs.

“Fuck, Bucky.” You whined as he shoved his hand between your legs, running his fingers through your swollen, slick coated folds.

“Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.” He muttered into your hair, pressing his chest into your back as he slid two fingers into your velvet channel, making you keen. “You really are desperate for it, aren’t you doll?”

You couldn’t answer as he scissored his fingers inside you, stretching you open as you thrust yourself back towards him, doing your best to fuck yourself on his hand.

He brought his free hand up to slip your breast out of your bra, rolling your nipple through his fingers as you arched into his hand. His body caged you in as you started shaking, a warm coil tightening in your stomach as he slid a third finger inside you.

“Come for me, sweetheart.” He ordered as he nibbled on your ear lobe. “Wanna feel that pussy clamp down on me before I fill it with my cock.”

You screamed as he twisted his fingers inside you, pressing them into your g-spot at the same time he slapped your tit. Your whole body rolled with pleasure underneath him as you released all over his hand, your pussy fluttering wildly as you did your best to keep yourself from collapsing.

“What a good girl you are.” He purred against your shoulder, giving you a moment to rest while he undid his fly and stepped out of his jeans.

“God, Bucky.” You muttered as he turned you around and shoved his cock into you, hissing into your neck as you stretched and fluttered around his length. “Fuck, you’re so big.”

“Yeah?” He grinned as he started rutting into you like an animal. “That boyfriend of yours couldn’t even fill this tight little pussy, could he?”

You couldn’t answer him, the only sounds coming from your mouth a series of wanton moans as he ground his hips against you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He growled as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “Taking me so good. I bet all our neighbors can hear you, I bet they all know what a dirty little slut you are.”

He brought his hand between the two of you and started to strum at your clit and you screamed, your body arching into him as the coil snapped. He beamed at you as you spasmed around him, your release squirting out of you and soaking his thighs.

You gasped as he pulled out of you and threw you over the back of the couch, slapping your ass hard before he was spearing back into you and making you come again with a shriek.

“Jesus Christ, doll.” He muttered as he started thrusting into you viciously, his hips slapping against your ass while he wrapped one fist in your hair to yank you back onto his length harshly. “I’m gonna fuck you all over this apartment until you can’t walk.”

You just moaned like a whore as your legs started shaking and you came again, your body sagging against the couch with exhaustion as he kept fucking you.

“Shit, you already fucked out baby?” He growled, wrapping his free hand around your throat and snapping you up against his chest, grinning as he felt your drool running over his fingers. “Did I turn you stupid, sweetheart? Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that?”

You whined as another orgasm ripped through you, drawing you up on your toes as your body tried to bend backwards, your core an aching mess as Bucky kept using your swollen cunt like he had all the time in the world.

“Goddamn, I’m gonna fill that pretty pussy with so much cum you’re gonna feel me for days.” He grumbled as he released his grip on your hair and brought his hand down to pinch your clit.

You sobbed as you came again, tears leaking down your cheeks as your body quivered around him. His cock throbbed inside you before he flooded you with his spend, groaning against your shoulder as he fucked his cum into you with stuttering thrusts.

He held you tightly when he was finished, sagging to the floor and leaning against the back of your couch as he softened inside you and panted into your hair. You breathed deeply as his grip on your neck relaxed, your head rolling lazily against his shoulder as you came down.

“He ever make you come like that, doll?” He asked, pressing a soft kiss to the juncture of your neck and shoulder as he gently cupped your breast.

“Nu-uh.” You said, swallowing thickly. “I need my phone.”

“What?” He asked groggily as you stood up, wobbling unsteadily towards the kitchen to dig through your purse. “Why?”

“Gonna breakup with that motherfucker.” You said, turning back to him with a wicked grin once you found your prize. “But first I wanna show him what he’s missing. How you feel about putting on a show Barnes?”

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A/N: Oh my god, I need to go stand in front of a fire hydrant now, this wrecked me

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ama-kuu · 3 years

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Abandoned and Rehomed Ch 2

Warnings: Panic attacks, Depression

Hawks brings you home after picking you up as an abandoned stray

Feline quirk reader

Sorry this is gonna be another sad one. I promise that it's gonna get better as the story progresses. 😅

Link for Chapter 1:

Hawks landed gently on his balcony, tenderly gazing down at your sleeping form. He lightly adjusts you in his arms, as few feathers detach to unlock the keypad and maneuver the sliding doors open. Now under the awning, he shakes out his wings, bristling each feather to expel the water droplets. Glancing back, the rain still falling heavily, he moves swiftly into his penthouse.

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You groaned as your ears flicked at the sounds of a nearby shower starting. Ugh. Your head was pounding. You sat up from the very plush mattress underneath you, rubbing circles at your temples, you slid off the bed. You rocked slightly unbalanced when you straightened up. You peered around the room, your gaze catching at the large wet spot on the bed from your rain soaked clothes, you lowered your ears.

Guilt dug at your gut, your head quickly turned to bathroom the door, it was cracked but you didn't see any movement. You moved your attention back to the bed. In your mind, you were indebted to Hawks for graciously picking you off the streets only to inconvenience him.

You tried to work quickly to remove the sheets and bedding before Hawks returned. Once you had all the bedding gathered in your arms you searched around for the hamper. You were so absorbed in your task you didn’t even notice Hawks leaning against the bathroom door frame snickering at you.

He stealthily moved behind you. You were so focused that you didn't even notice him until his hands gripped your hips pulling you flush against his own. You yelped involuntarily followed by blushing hard.

He shook with laughter as you clutched the bedding close to you. “What are you doing Kitten?” His head cocked to the side trapping you with his intimidating golden gaze.

You faltered under his attention, “Oh..Um..” You looked down at the bedding in your arms, your ears drooping forward as you contemplated your response.

“I wanted to clean up after myself before you came back.” You kept your head down, unwilling to hold his gaze. Did you mess up? Was he upset with you for touching his things? Wha-

He clicked his tongue, breaking you out of your downward spiral. Feathers swarmed the bedding, pulling them from your hold and floated off out of the room. Hawks spun you in front of him, now facing him. He held your chin up to maintain eye contact.

“Kitten…” He leaned in closer, “I didn’t bring you home to be a maid…So let me pamper my new pet properly.”

Your mind was spinning leaving you speechless as you gaped at him. Your mouth hung open stunned for only a brief moment before you sighed in relief, leaning up on your tip toes and purred loudly against his neck. Thank goodness he wasn’t mad. He pet your head gently before gathering you up, his arms scooping you up under your thighs. His hands brushed over your tail causing you to shutter against him. In the short time you were with him it seemed like you spent most of it in his arms rather than touching the ground, it was amusingly pleasant. You melted against him.

You couldn’t help but notice his own wings flutter gently at your reactions. You leaned over him as he carried you towards the bathroom, your fingers gingerly batting at the feathers at the peak of his wings. He deeply inhaled and dipped through the bathroom doorway, careful to make sure you didn't hit your head on the door frame.

He set you down on the marble vanity. The steam from the shower caused a thick fog to coat the room. You took in the room, not only the counter was marble but the floors and the walls as well. It was honestly intimidating to take in. Beside you sat a neatly folded pile of his clothes. Your attention was quickly redirected by a brief flap of his crimson appendages, as he leaned into the shower to check the water temperature. You sat there in a trance as your senses zoned in on his wings. You fought your quirk’s instincts to run your claws through the feathers pulling and tugging at the quills.

Hawks felt the intense stare on his back. Peeking his head subtlety over his shoulder, his pupils narrowed at the sight. You sat there, eyes fully dilated with your claws flexing in between your spread thighs. He slowly expanded his wingspan, eager to watch your expressions. You reacted immediately, claws elongating and digging into the stone counter. Fuck. Watching you restrain your impulses to jump him was HOT.

He shook his head, he was in control. At least that’s what he told himself as he raked his gaze over you. Still in your soaked outfit, he knew he needed to make sure you were taken care of first, before his own needs. He slowly exhaled, regaining that control, he stepped closer to you.

“Kitten. You are going to shower then change into these.” He motioned to the clothing beside you.

Your pupils readjusted back to normal as you listened to his commands.

“Got it kitten?” His eyes flashed with dominance challenging you……

“Yes.” His eyebrows raised surprised to hear you for the first time since you woke up. You smiled gently at him, your heart warm at his efforts to pamper you.

His hands braced your shoulders, “Kitten if you need me, I’ll be right outside the door.”

You nodded as you slid down from the counter. When your feet were planted on the floor he gave your forehead a light kiss before retreating out of the room.

With Hawks no longer around to distract you, the headache you woke up with became more apparent. Your head throbbed as you slowly peeled the heavy clothes from your body. They fell to the floor with a thud as you stumbled to the shower. The steam was now thick and difficult to see through, as you entered the luxury glass shower. You stood under the water stream with your ears tucked down to prevent water from getting too far down into your ear canals.

Your hands grazed up your body as the shower heated you back up. Heat. You froze when your fingers made contact with your collar. Your stomach dropped. Hands become numb as they clenched onto the collar. Even though you were the one left behind, you could not help but feel… guilty… Dabi….Tears flooded your eyes as your legs buckled under you. You couldn’t stop what came next. You began to hyperventilate, you choked on the shower steam as you tried to get air into your lungs. You needed to collar OFF, NOW. Your fingers fumbled with the buckle as you fought back sobs.

“HAWKS!” You screamed for him, fighting to get the words past the tightness forming in your throat. It was getting harder for you to breathe, it felt as if the collar itself was strangling you with your own feelings.

He was on you in seconds. Red blurs flew around you as the shower was shut off, plush towels wrapped cocooned around you and mainly the collar choker removed from your neck. You got one last glimpse of it before it was flown out of the room. Taking deep breaths, you cling to his shirt as if it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“Everything’s okay kitten, you are safe with me.” His hand cradled your head against him. He didn't dare move you, not until you calmed down. “I’m going to be right here. You can get through this, just keep breathing with me.”

You focused on him and made a conscious effort to sync up with him. In and out. He continued to rub gentle circles on the back of your head with his thumb, as your respirations became slower.

You nodded against his chest, “I’m okay.” Your heart was still pounding in your chest, but you felt better.

You lifted your head and wiped the stray tears from your cheeks, “ I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened.” You smiled to ease your embarrassment.

“No. No apologizing, If you ever need something, you call me. Period.” He squeezed you against him. “Am I alright to pick you up now?”

“Yea, can we go back to bed.” You tugged lightly at his shirt in your hold.

“Anything for you”, he scooped you up effortlessly and carried you back to the bedroom.

You looked at the freshly made bed as he passed it and set you down on the bench at the foot of the bed. It puzzled you as you turned up to look at him.

He leaned down to you, “I'm gonna dry your hair before we go to bed, hang out here for a second.”

You sat there in silence. What time was it anyway? Glancing around you noted the large thick curtains that covered what you assumed to be a large wall of windows. Knowing Hawks, you bet he lived somewhere high up. You internally kicked yourself for not being able to stay awake during the trip here, to get a general idea of where you were.

Hawks returned shortly with a small hair dryer and wet brush in hand. He kneeled behind you carefully brushing through your hair. You pulled your knees to your chest so you could rest your head against them.

“Is this okay? Does it hurt?” He paused to wait for your response.

“No, it’s nice.” He continued to comb through your hair until the brush passed smoothly. Then began section by section blow drying.

You soaked in the warmth as you purred in content. Your chest vibrating from the sounds, you would honestly be surprised if Hawks couldn’t hear it.

You dozed off as he tended to you. Once he finished, used his feathers to return the tools into the bathroom. He pulled you up onto the bed throwing the covers over you and positioned you as the little spoon against him.

His wing covered you, as you held his arms around you. It felt nice to be wanted again. His arms pulled you tighter against him, it was very noticeable now that he was shirtless. Your face flushed at the realization that you never put any clothes on, after your episode you completely forgot.

“What’s the matter?” he blew seductively into your ear. “Your heart rate seems to be increasing rapidly.” He chuckled as he teased you.

Fidgeting with the blankets, you pulled them tighter to your chest. Your cheeks burned from embarrassment, you turned to face him and pouted.

Hawks spun you in his arms, so that you were now fully facing him. “Kitten relax, tonight I’m just gonna cuddle you.” He moved his arm to prop his head up on the pillow. “Besides I wanna make sure you are a little more settled before I scare you away” He winked suggestively at you.

You giggled into his bare chest, “I’d like to see to try”. You scraped your teeth against his skin, giving a brief nip before curling into him and drifting off to sleep.

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This isn’t the end. I promise there will be more chapters to come. I have a lot of ideas and directions for this story to go. I hope that everyone is enjoying it. This is my first series, so I’m doing my best. Thanks for bearing with me. 😸

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