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the-offside-rule · 1 year

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Pedri Gonzalez (FCBarcelona) - What Stays At The Camp

Requested: yes, on tumblr

Prompts: 32) "keep the jersey on."

50) "stop teasing."

Warnings: smut, s€x in public (???),

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Walking down towards the dressing room of the Camp Nou, the ear piercing sound of the barça team was the only thing you could hear, and that is taking into account the fans were still in the stands singing. The team were celebrating their most recent win at home and what better way to do it than run around singing.

As Pedri was celebrating with his teammates, his girlfriend Y/n was making her way to the dressing room like she usually did after a match, but by the time she got down, the players had all been inside, so she stood outside and after a few minutes, the first few players had started to leave. She smiled and congratulated each of the them as they walked out and in turn, they thanked her, telling her Pedri would be out soon enough. It wasnt until Marc and Frenkie walked out that Pedri was alerted thatshe were there. "Hey, Pedri! Y/n is out here waiting!" Marc shouted. "Yeah! Hurry up!" Frenkie chimed in, both of them laughing. "Thank you boys, and congratulations again." She smiled as they walked off. A few second later, there her boyfriend stood, happy as can be. "How long were you out here for?" He asked. "Hello to you too, Pepi." She chuckled. "Hello." He said as he pressed a kiss onto her forehead. "But how long? It's freezing out here."

"Only like twenty minutes-"

"They're all dying tomorrow." He joked as Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck. She hummed. "And you can explain to Xavi why he's a few players short." Pedri's hand fell to her hips. "I'll go grab my bag and I'll be ready, is that alright amor?" She nodded and pressed a soft kiss onto his lips, a soft red mark staining them. "Alright, go get ready." Pedri disappeared once again. More and more of his teammates left, even his own manager and the physios had left, yet he was nowhere to be seen.

"Pepi? Are we going to leave or not?" She called, her voice echoing. "Amor, in here." Y/n walked inside the dressing room. It was quite messy. Jerseys thrown on each pedestal, some lockers not even closed. She looked away from the mess and over to her boyfriend, still red and sweaty from the match now thirty minutes ago. "Are you serious? I want to go home, babe." She groaned. "No, no not yet. I want to have some fun." He stood up and walked towards his girlfriend. She watched at the light hit off his sweaty torso, showing off his toned abs. She looked back up to his face, seeing the all too familiar look in his eye.

"Here?" She asked. Pedri grinned and pulled her closer, kissing down her cheek, eventually to her neck and kept kissing at her sweet spot. Her lips fell apart slightly as a shakey breath left. "The dressing room?" She asked. He pulled away and nodded. "The showers, princesa. No one looks there." His hand took hold of hers and began pulling her towards the showers, slowly but surely. "You're crazy." She smiled. "It wouldn't work if I wasn't." They finally rounded the corner. His hand held either side of her face and kissed her hungrily. "Take off your jeans and panties." She did it carefully as to not break the kiss that she very much loved. "Good girl, now turn for me." He whispered. She quickly turned, facing the tiled wall in the shower. She felt her boyfriend hold onto her hips and not long after, she felt him slowly but surely thrust into her. Her head fell back as she adjusted to his length. "Are you alright?" He asked, beginning to thrust for a second time. "Wait, my jersey-" Her hands reached for the hem of the shirt, but Pedri grabbed her hand to stop it.

"Amor, leave the jersey on." He murmured into her ear, his thrusts going deeper and deeper. "If it gets you going this much, I should wear it more often." He grinned at her words. "Just don't turn the shower on and I won't have a problem." His lips left hers and travelled to the crook of her neck, a moan escaping her lips. "You have to be quiet mi vida, the cleaners will be coming soon." He whispered. "So we have to be quick too, Pepi." She rasped in response. Pedri looked at her, his eyes now somehow darker. "Completely correct as ever." It wasnt long before she felt her boyfriends fingers drawing patterns around her hips, then delving down towards her clit. Her face softened as he flicked it, rubbed it, played with it. "Stop teasing." She whimpered. "Vale." His words sent a shiver down her spine. She loved it when he spoke Spanish, especially during sex. He pulled out and spun her so she was facing him. "Jump." She did so, and he pushed right back into her, the pace being the same as before. "Pepi?" He looked up and kissed her chin. "Yes, princesa?" He asked. "Faster, please." He of course did as she asked, he wasn't opposed to it anyway. She hissed at the mix of pain and pleasure from him going faster. "You like?" She nodded and smiled down at him, her lips latching onto his again, leaving a pinkish tint. "I love." He chuckled.

"Alguien ahí?" Pedri quickly reached for the on button and turned the shower on, the hot water drenching his back. Y/n looked at her boyfriend angrily as her blue and red shirt now turned darker as the water fell. "Hola? Quien es?" The person asked again. "Es Pedri. Tardaré un minuto. Solo me estoy duchando." His lips fell open with the euphoria of what was happening. Him, in the Camp Nou, fucking his girlfriend at the risk of getting caught. It was so dangerous and that made it all the more exciting. "Por supuesto, lo siento. Volveremos más tarde."

"Gracias." He listened as the squeak of the trolley slowly faded into the distance before picking up the pace once more. "Fuck my shirt." She groaned. "You have a jacket." He replied, his head buried into her shoulder as he continued to fuck her. "We need to be quicker." She smiled. "You said it, not me." Her smile faded as her mouth fell open once again. "I'm so close." He whimpered, that was enough to start the build up in Y/n's abdomen. "Pepi." She messed, her fingers tangling and pulling at his hair. "Por favor, princesa." With the Spanish and him going deeper with every thrust, Y/n reached her high with her legs shaking and her moans muffled by biting into her boyfriends shoulder. She eventually lifted her head up and kissed him tenderly. "Do you think we're ready to go yet?" He chuckled. "Well you're not dressed and I'm soaked." She said. "I can tell." She slapped his bare shoulder before he chuckled and pulled out to let her back down. "I can barely fucking stand." She muttered. "That's how you usually like it." He laughed. "Not at the Camp!" He pressed a kiss onto her cheek. "I'll be out in a second. Just wait."

The fans screamed as they saw the "it" couple coming from the stadium. Y/n and Pedri held hands and interlinked their fingers as they walked through the Camp car park, cameras flashing all around. From what the fans saw, Y/n had told him a funny joke and he laughed, but from their perspective, something a lot more dirty was said. "Do you think they know we just fucked?"

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wain-fleets · 9 months

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CONTAGIOUS.

miles decides to take care of a sickly lyle — someone decides to watch !

( miles quaritch x lyle wainfleet x fem! recom!reader )

SMUT WARNING! NSFW, MDNI. ( fluff to extra stuff .. ) p in v, fingering, threesome, double penetration, oral, anal, rough play, pet names, praising, etc. very nasty stuff. satiate my thirst.

miles sighed heavily, lightly tossing about the bottle of water in his hands. it crinkled and sloshed, making a faint noise that wasn't near loud enough to break through fike's snores (who had managed to fall asleep on the floor, next to the fridge after having a bit too much to drink). his bare feet pattered against the cold tile flooring as he made his way past the sleeping recom for the second time, and down the dimly lit hall to his own room.

or he wished it were his own. maybe then he'd actually catch some shuteye, instead of listening to lyle's constant chattering. still, he didn't want to think about where he'd be without the annoying fuck.

the door let out a small hiss as it slid open automatically upon registering his presence. *fancy shit.* and as soon as he stepped inside, he was met with the familiar sight of lyle lazing about in the bottom bunk. normally, lyle would sleep up top, but he could hardly get himself up there.

he was sick as a dog— supposedly.

now, miles wasn't sure why, but a part of him did take pity on the man. even if it was rather thin at 11 at night, his patience was there. and lyle sounded like a dog with a squeaker lodged in its throat. he needed water.

miles allowed his weight to press in the mattress at lyle's side. the metal frame groaned just a bit before settling, as lyle rolled over to face him.

"here." miles grunted out, offering the water to lyle, who kept himself tucked beneath his blankets. lyle could see he was shivering, but he had a relieved look on his face as he accepted the drink. he popped the lid off, bringing the spout to his lips and gulping eagerly. until nothing but a few sips remained in the bottom.

"ugh.. thanks.." he managed, "didn't expect you to be back in here tonight. youre gonna get sick, yknow."

"i figure that, but i think bein' sick beats sleepin' in there with mansk n' prager."

"they get on your nerves?"

miles shook his head, his tail thumping against the mattress as his palm rubbed at his forehead. "no .."

lyle wasn't sure what to think of the dry reply, but he didn't push it. he knew that miles wasnt always the best at expressing himself, whether it be in a positive way or a not so positive one. miles refused to show any signs of weakness, even when he probably should.

lyle could be the same way at times, but right now? there was no point in even trying to fight it. he felt like shit, and he wasn't afraid to show it.

a pained groan slipped from his blue lips as his head lolled back into his pillow, and a whine rattled his vocal chords. he squeezed his eyes shut, sniffling and sucking in rapid, shallow breaths in an attempt to clear his airways. this caught miles' attention, once more.

"here, sit up." the colonel demanded, and as much as lyle wanted to refuse, it was built-in now to *listen to miles*. he was his boss, after all. pretty much. lyle didn't mind.

"then help." lyle huffed at him, and miles couldn't help an eyeroll. their hands locked and lyle sat himself up with a small wheeze deep in his chest, keeping his hand clutched to miles' so he wouldn't fall back.

his ears twitched, pinning back against his head at the unfamiliar touch he felt. miles placed his hand against lyle's lower back, gently pushing in on it as a nudge of guidance.

"straighten your back— deep breaths, now." even though lyle was still tense from what he was seeing (as it was rather baffling: miles was never this gentle), he couldn't help but melt into it. lyle was sick, he felt cold. and miles was warm- his hands were so warm.

he complied to the simple command, rolling his shoulders a bit as he straightened his posture, and sucked in deeply. his nose was stuffy, so the task wasn't the easiest, but after a few tries he felt all the ick flowing downwards, and he could breathe again.

miles watched lyle take in deep chugs of oxygen, his eyes lingering over his lips before settling on his nose. lyle resembled rudolph, only far less happy than that stupid fucking deer. but a whole lot cuter, nonetheless.

"there you go.." miles murmured, looking down at his hand, which he held in place for lyle to continue using as support. he felt his heart skip a beat at the contact. the two men had always had a thing for each other, but it never went further than a few drunken makeout sessions.

but the interest was there. the care was there. and, even, a love that went beyond something friendly. on the outside they looked to be brothers in arms, but behind closed doors? more like very, very not related guys in dick to ass. at least that's what they wanted it to be. but neither had the balls to fess up.

as miles lost himself in thoughts of the man sitting just next to him, his eyes tracked downwards. over the corporal's bare chest, down to the blanket that hung loosely over his lap. the sight made his breath hitch, his palms growing sweaty, to which he wiped them off on the thighs of his sweatpants.

lyle, who was still catching his breath, noticed this. and he felt his own panic settling into his gut. it bubbled painfully in his belly, burning in his abdomen. did miles notice how hard he was?

lyle adjusted the blanket over his lap, trying to more properly hide the grown bulge beneath it to no avail. plus, it was too late. miles had noticed. yeah, he saw that. cant hide from him.

lyle's tail thumped under the covers, a clear indicator of his anxiety, and his cheeks flushed. miles watched his every move. like a hound trained on a rabbit.

"hmh.. it's okay," miles started, finding the confidence within himself to finally speak. "i know my touch is 'bout as good as it gets." he drawled, that southern accent thick with an almost sadistic tinge. he liked it. he liked seeing lyle all worked up and uncomfortable in his presence.

it made him feel in charge. strong. and incredibly fucking horny. he wasn't even going to attempt to hide his own erection-- it was huge and it was happening.

his pants tightened as his cock strained against them, making him hiss softly behind his canines. it hurt. so good.

lyle chuckled nervously, scratching at the back of his neck. he was embarrassed, and unsure what to say. was miles toying with him? making fun of him? was he upset with him? lyle couldnt tell. until he noticed the clear indication in miles' pants.

"sorry.."

"whaddya got to apologize for?"

their bellies danced with butterflies, a feeling neither of them thought possible anymore. lyle shrugged.

and without thinking, before he even knew what he was doing, miles reached out. his hand cupped between lyle's hidden thighs, his palm slightly compressing the mound in the other man's boxers.

lyle's whole body tensed, his breathing growing more faint than it already was. he grabbed miles' bicep, and the colonel stilled his movements.

"w.. want me to stop?" miles whispered, starting to retract his hand. but lyle stopped him.

the corporal grabbed his wrist, pushing his palm further onto his crotch and bucking his hips into it. a mewl left his lips; a whine of desperation and yearning. he needed to be touched.

at this, now having consent, miles couldn't hold back anymore. he ripped the covers from the bed, carelessly tossing them aside before returning his hand to lyle's boxers. he massaged the man's length through the fabric, earning himself a whimper of gratitude. but he knew lyle needed more.

he guided lyle to lean back against the wall, using one hand to grip the recom's braid. he roughly snatched it back, forcing lyle's chin to tilt upward to expose his neck. his other hand worked lyle's boxers down around his thighs, just enough to free his cock.

"fuck.. that's pretty." miles groaned at the new sight. lyle was big. the colonel had already known this, but actually seeing it was a whole new experience. his hand wrapped around lyle, starting to pump him slowly, working him over.

lyle's moans and curses of ecstasy were intoxicating to his superior. everything felt so right. and he wasn't stopping for shit.

he sank his fangs into lyle's neck, still gripping his braid to hold him in place while delivering deliberate, slow strokes to his dick.

lyle groaned, his hands searching until they found the tie to miles' sweatpants, and he pulled them loose. miles stopped him.

"nah, baby.. let me take care of ya. you're the sick one, ain't ya?" miles inquired, his hot breath fanning over the blue skin of the other male's neck.

lyle's lip curled upward in a small, lazy smirk. "well yeah, but i still wanna." his voice was a bit nasally, and playful towards his boss. with that undeniable hunger.

miles wanted nothing more than to pin him down and take him, but he had to restrain himself. lyle was still sick, and he feared that if he pushed too hard, he'd exhaust the man or put him off. so he kept himself light.

"a'right.. well, if ya wanna, i aint stoppin' ya. but you best remember," his grip on the recom's queue tightened, making lyle feel a tingling sensation throughout his whole frame. every nerve jolting with excitement. normally this would hurt, but damn he was too heated to even register that at the moment. "you go and get yourself hurt, it aint gonna be my fault.. understood?"

"uh huh--"

miles bared his teeth, glaring down into lyle's wide, yellow eyes.

"use your damn words." he seethed. he hadn't meant to sound so cruel, no. but the overwhelming strain between his legs was painful, and he needed relief. or he'd completely lose his mind. he was teetering between sane and falling off the deep end.

lyle was just too fucking cute; too hot. those sounds, those eyes. his tail waggling back and forth and those ears giving away his true emotions.

"yes sir." lyle responded back to him properly this time, and for a split second he resembled a soldier once again instead of a man weakened in another's arms. but just like ice under the desert sun, it was gone before it even stood a chance. and they were both okay with that.

"yeah.. good boy." miles sneered, freeing lyle's hair and allowing the man to proceed. he sat back on his knees slightly, watching as lyle tugged his sweatpants down.

briefly, his eyes landed on lyle's cock again. it twitched and pulsed, begging for contact again. a bead of precum gathered on its slit, and miles swiped it up with his thumb. promptly licking the digit clean.

lyle was awestruck momentarily, unsure of what had just happened until it clicked. miles had tasted him, and god did he want to return the favor. he hugged his lower lip between his canines as he slowly peeled down the colonel's boxers.

a pleased sigh exhaled from miles' lips as his cock was finally freed from its confines. lyle took note of the small wet patch on the plaid fabric he'd just removed. the small details. miles was starved for him, just as lyle was.

miles was notably bigger than lyle, even though they were both pretty huge. these new bodies were something else, that was for sure. covered in stripes and freckles in even the most intimate places.

lyle breathed a tiny sigh of wonderment as he reached his hand out, carefully wrapping it around the colonel's length. he didn't stroke it, and instead gave it a gentle squeeze, taking his time to just feel it. he had no idea how he'd managed to make this fellow marine so damn hard.

he leaned down, pushing up the hem of miles' tshirt with his free hand as the other guided the man's cock towards his mouth, and he used his tongue to clean the small mess gathered atop it. miles gritted his teeth, his fingers digging into lyle's shoulders.

"fuck.." he whispered, pursing his lips as he suppressed a moan. but he wasn't able to suppress his hands, and his claws dug into lyle's neck. he shoved the corporal back onto the bed, pinning him down by his throat.

miles was so swift in his movements that it dazed lyle briefly, and he blinked rapidly up at the larger recom. he felt the pressure on his jugular, but he wasnt afraid. if anything, this only excited him further. he watched as miles pushed himself up to hover above him, trapping lyle's waist between his knees after fully removing his sweatpants and ripping his tshirt off.

lyle sucked in a deep breath of air through his mouth as his throat was released. he grunted as miles shoved his shoulders down, forcing lyle's face towards his cock. lyle was trapped, his hands holding miles' thighs as he gazed up at the colonel.

miles was practically sitting on his chest, but he made sure not to apply his full weight. and though he was trying to fight off his primal side, he was losing.

"suck my fuckin' cock.." he demanded through his teeth, using one hand to cradle lyle's head towards his groin.

he couldn't hold back a moan this time, as lyle's lips parted and he took miles into his mouth.

"ah, fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck.." miles cursed, bucking his hips forward. lyle gagged at the knock to the back of his throat, but he didn't pull away and endured, instead starting to slowly bob his head.

he'd never sucked a dick before, but he could tell he was doing well by the blissful groans and grunts from his companion. he closed his eyes, his brows furrowed as he tried to deepen the hold his lips had on the colonel.

miles tightened his jaw, his abdomen sucking inward as he leaned his head back. he was trying his damndest to keep quiet, but it was hardly working. the profanity escaping his lips was filthy.

his gaze dropped back down to lyle, watching the man work him with his mouth. the sight ignited something inside the colonel, and the urge to cum was too damn strong.

without warning, miles grabbed lyle's head, placing his palms on either side of it firmly to hold it in place. he started rocking his hips, back and forth. slowly, gradually speeding up until he was pounding poor lyle's face.

"ah, fuck! baby.. oh shit." the colonel panted with each thrust, his blood pumping so quickly that a ringing filled his ears, drowning out the sounds of lyle's own moans and grunts.

this was the first thing you saw when you stopped in the doorway. your footsteps halted, your eyes wide in shock and the pointed ears on your head perked in what was a mix of confusion and curiosity. followed by a pang of fear. what the hell was going on?

you felt your hands starting to tremble, your heart rate soaring to dangerous heights.

it was almost instantaneous. as soon as you realized what was going on, heat flooded through you, centering to your abdomen. it felt as if your guts were knotting up, a deliciously painful feeling. anxiety paired with the overwhelming need to get fucked.

you squeezed your thighs together, with a faint gasp. the two men didn't pick up on this small sound, but they did pick up your scent. well, miles did. lyle couldn't breathe through his nose for shit.

that smell.

they both stopped moving. miles released lyle's head, allowing the recom to finally breathe again.

"what?" lyle croaked out, as miles twisted slightly, tilting his head to see you past his shoulder.

you considered trying to hide, but you knew it was hopeless. you were caught, and you weren't sure whether to feel negatively about that or not.

but the way the two looked at you, you realized maybe it wasnt so bad. even if embarrassing and shameful.

"uh, sorry. ill just-" you started, but miles cut you off.

"whats that smell?" did you stink? oh god- "hell that's good.. that you, sweet pea?"

a shock waved through you. was he speaking to you? only then did you finally understand why you'd been caught. these new bodies. they could smell every bit of your desire. and lyle picked up on it when he sat up.

their mouths flooded with drool. they needed you. whatever was getting passed around, it was contagious, and there was no controlling it.

"heyy.. y/n," lyle dragged, licking his lips. "wanna join?" it almost sounded like he was joking, teasing you. and you almost laughed. gladly you stopped it, seeing he was being dead serious.

but how were you supposed to answer that question? yes, no? it wouldn't be right to join in, would it? you could only stand, your lips parted as you tried to come to a conclusion. you were taking too long, though.

miles lifted a hand, waving two fingers towards himself in a gesture for you to come over.

"wait, i-"

"nah, c'mere. i can smell ya.. i know you wanna."

you paused at his words. and caved in. your legs felt weak as you shut the door behind yourself and neared the bunk. miles stood, pulling lyle up with him. they stood in front of you, their bodies on full display.

and what a damn good display it was.

toned chests, two huge cocks eager for one another and now for you.

"are you guys sure-" you were cut off. again. lyle snatched your hips, growling lowly as he roughly tripped you up and pinned you to the mattress. any signs of his ailment had subsided, and he had a feral look in his eyes. as did miles.

they both admired you from above, eyeing you like two hungry wolves would a freshly cut flank from the juiciest doe.

"finally found our lil culprit, wainfleet." miles huffed out, reaching down to push the tank top clothing your body above your stomach. his hand glided over your warm abdomen, working gentle circles into it in a soft massage.

"yeah.. shit, it was her the whole time." the corporal clicked, his hand grabbing your knee. he slid his palm upwards, pushing his fingers under the leg of your shorts.

they noticed the quizzical look in your eyes.

"huh. darlin'," miles crooned, leaning over you. "we've been smellin' your fine ass for months. couldnt figure out what it was, till now. just 'bout all the guys been lookin' for you."

"yeah. y'know, you could've just said you wanted us." lyle shrugged at his own words, and you gasped as you felt his fingers brush against the panties beneath your shorts. a grin overtook his lips as he felt the damp cloth. "damn, you're soakin'.."

his middle finger slipped under the small garment, caressing your folds with a tenderness that took your breath away. you couldn't hold in a small squeak, just as miles shoved your tank top up the rest of the way. your breasts fell from your shirt, and both the men seemed to purr at the sight.

as miles leaned down, taking a nipple into his mouth to suckle at it eagerly, his other hand kneaded the opposite breast. the sight made lyle want to release all over the both of you right then and there, but he held back, and instead plunged his finger deep inside your pussy.

he felt your walls, pushing his finger into that spot that made your toes curl and your breath stop.

"fuck, colonel, she's tight.."

miles released your nipple with a pop. "mmhmm.. guess we oughta get her ready then."

those words made your whole body give up. if you wanted to fight it before, you sure as hell couldn't now. you were in this, and dammit, you were not leaving until you felt quenched. until they did, too. they'd make sure of that.

lyle pulled his hand from your shorts, leaving you empty. he brought it to his lips, and miles sat up to join him in aweing at how wet you were. they snickered to themselves, before they both leaned in and licked lyle's hand clean.

their tongues pressed together, and they shared a sweet kiss before pulling back to share a knowing look. you tasted good.

focusing their attention back on you, you found your shorts being yanked off by miles. lyle leaned down, pushing your knees wide apart so they could get a good look at those underwear.

"you need it bad, dontcha?" lyle mocked, dropping down and gripping your thighs as he buried his face in your panties, licking and sucking your clit through them.

"oh god, lyle-" you panted, and he whimpered in response.

this was heaven for him. he had tasted miles, and now he was tasting you. in truth, he'd been pining for your fine ass since day one. the slut.

his mouth engulfed your whole mound through the fabric, and he kept sucking the moisture from it. as you moaned and whined, you noticed miles sat at your side, stroking himself at a steady pace as he admired the view.

"that feel good, darlin'?" the colonel questioned, using his free hand to brush your hair back out of your face. "mm.. good girl, keep moanin' for me. not too loud, now.."

miles praised you, and you quivered under lyle's ministrations. he pulled from your pussy, only momentarily, just enough time to rip your panties off and toss them at miles.

a squeal rattled your throat as lyle delved back into your heat, his nails digging into your thighs to leave behind faint scratches as he lapped away at your soaked folds. now unprotected, it felt so much better. his tongue teased your clit, and he took it between his lips to give it a hard suckle that made you clutch the bedsheets. your knuckles paled as you let out a loud moan, only for a large hand to cover your mouth.

miles muffled your sounds of pleasure with his palm, shushing you quietly.

"shh, now. dont want anybody else walkin' in here. dont think you could take more than two of us, sweet pea." he reminded, and you made an effort to be more quiet. though it was hard.

"yeah, good girl.. look'it you. damn." he breathed, leaning over you to suck at your breast once more. he kept a hand over your mouth, the other gripping your panties as he grinded his cock against them. "mmh.. mhm, fuck." he released your nipple to speak again, "so damn pretty." he whispered, peppering kisses down your belly until he reached lyle.

lyle panted as he pulled back temporarily, his mouth and chin covered in your juices. he gazed up at miles, who leaned in to lick his face clean, before they both focused on your pussy.

miles released your mouth, using his now free hand to spread your pussy lips.

"pretty fuckin' pussy, colonel." lyle breathed, "tastes damn good too.. you gotta try this."

they were passing you back and forth, treating you like a shared dish for the both of them to dine upon.

"guys-"

"hush." they both ordered you sternly, their voices mixing into one. one that you simply listened to.

"you relax and enjoy yourself, buttercup." lyle smacked his lips, pushing himself up to sit aside you as miles dipped to replace him between your legs.

you whined up at lyle, whimpering as miles' tongue shoved inside your wetness. lyle gave you a sweet smile, dipping his head to give you a kiss. you could taste yourself on his lips.

he broke the kiss to tilt your head back, leaning down to sink his teeth into your neck, marking you. you moaned, and miles groaned along with you.

"so fuckin' good." the colonel panted, pushing your knees up to your chest as he feasted away at your swollen folds. the change in position made you all the more heated, and your hands clung to lyle.

"oh fuck.. im gonna- i need to-"

"yeah, yeah, good girl. you gonna cum for us? huh? gonna cum all over his face?" lyle whispered in your ear, and you nodded hastily.

"uh huh, uh huh-" you agreed, and miles sped up his tongue, abusing your sensitive bud with it again and again. "uh huh!"

"yeah? yeah?" lyle nodded with you, keeping his eyes locked with yours. "good girl. yeah, cum for me baby. cum for us. good girl.."

his praise sent you over the edge, and just as you reached your peak, he smashed his lips to yours to silence the loud moan that would come with it. miles grinned, lapping up the remaining juices pooled in front of his mouth.

he helped you come down from your high as lyle kissed you repeatedly, the corporal murmuring soft 'good jobs' to you.

miles pulled back when you were fully spent, but they weren't done.

they needed to cum, too.

they stared down at you, with those hungry eyes again. and though you were weak, you wanted to please them just as much as they had you. you bit your lip, pushing yourself to lay on your side.

lyle sat on his knees behind you, his cock rubbing against your bare ass as miles took the front. they grabbed one of your legs, lifting it and forcing your knee to your shoulder.

"fuck.. can i fuck your ass?" lyle suddenly blurted, not even realizing what he'd said. he made it sound so casual, as if asking for a basic need. and to him, it was. he needed to be inside that tight ass of yours. he couldn't take it anymore.

"but you're so.. big." you muttered uncertainly back at him, and he pouted.

"ill be gentle, baby.." he assured you, and your tail flicked out, your ears pinning against your hair as you considered it.

miles was already positioning himself at your front entrance, starting to ease himself inside you carefully. you covered your mouth, and without even considering the consequences you just nodded to lyle.

"thank fuck." the corporal chirped, coating his hand in saliva and spreading it about his cock and your asshole.

your breath caught. they were going in at the same time? what the hell did you just agree to?

before you could say anything, you felt your ass being stretched. slowly, painfully. it already hurt enough on its own, but paired with miles' cock deep inside your pussy as well, it was excruciating.

he held you steady by your waist, his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw clenched as he refrained from just taking off without letting you get used to him.

but it felt so good at the same time.

lyle pushed in as far as he could reach, going at a snail's pace just for you. he stopped once he bottomed out, allowing you to adjust to his size.

"fuck. so fucking tight. fuck." he cursed.

miles whined along with him, also holding himself deep inside you. you felt him against your cervix, and you could swear your guts were flipped upside down now.

they savored the feeling of your plush walls hugging their cocks so tightly, squeezing and clenching around their lengths as if begging them to stay planted there. lyle peppered your shoulder in tender kisses all the while, murmuring soft comforting words of reassurance.

once you felt you were ready, even with faint tears in your eyes, you gave them the go ahead. and when they found a rhythm, they couldn't hold back.

as lyle would pull back, miles would push in.

as miles pulled back, lyle would shove back in again.

their hips rocked into yours ruthlessly, and fortunately the pain had mostly diminished. replaced with a pleasure from the full, hot feeling in your belly.

"yeah, fuck.. good girl."

"so fuckin' tight. shit."

"you feel so good baby."

"milkin' my fuckin' cock. fuck yeah."

"that's a good girl. shit. take it."

"take my fuckin' cock."

filthy, filthy, filthy.

you could only lay there, a moaning mess as they used your holes.

"fuck, im gonna cum!" lyle whimpered, his hips snapping forward again.

"ah, dammit.." miles hissed.

both of the men grew sloppy in their movements, their breathing growing heavier and heavier, their groans and grunts and whimpers more frequent.

until they both shoved deep inside at once, releasing all they had, painting your walls white with their loads.

they caught their breath atop you, before they gave in and just laid down on either side of you, their cocks still within your depths.

lyle hugged your waist from behind, burrowing his face in your hair. as miles rested in front of you, kissing your forehead and wiping away your tears as he massaged your hip.

lyle reached around to rub your abdomen, trying to provide some more comfort.

"you okay..?" he whispered.

"yeah, she's alright." miles whispered the answer for you, but the two of you doubted lyle heard as he was already fast asleep.

miles stared into your eyes with a gentle gaze now, simply admiring the features that made up you. you were so beautiful. how had he not noticed before? he bit back any further speaking.

"..can you sleep?" he whispered through lyle's faint snoring.

you nodded sleepily, your eyelids already hanging heavy.

he kissed your nose, "sleep."

that simple order was all you needed to doze off. still stuffed completely by both the men you were trapped between.

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the next morning, mansk peeked his head in. prager was near behind him, wanting to see the condition of lyle. they hadn't expected to find three of their teammates in the room.

all naked, under one blanket. tossing and turning from the snotty noses they were all experiencing.

"wh-" fike poked his head in, his eyes widened in shock. as always. he had a mad hangover, and he thought for a second that he was still drunk as hell. "huh?!"

miles groaned in irritation, snatching up a half empty water bottle and hurling it straight at the other three recoms. they all jumped and fled the room, closing the door as they retreated in a fit of snickers and chuckles.

they were never going to let that down.

#avatar the way of water #avatar #avatar twow #avatar 2 #miles quaritch #recom squad #recoms #avatar quaritch #quaritch #recom miles quaritch #recom lyle wainfleet #lyle wainfleet #lyle wainfleet x reader #miles quaritch smut #lyle wainfleet smut #miles quaritch x reader #smut #avatar smut

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comfortless · 26 days

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ur konig fics heal me thank you my morning is better :DD

anww, i had a bit of a question! i wasnt sure if u have already answered this question, but how would konig react if he finds out his darling is somehow affiliated in the same field he's in? whether that be a medic or smth else etc etc aside from that, i love ur fics c:

thank you, beloved! ^^ i did a bit here!

but to expand on that a little, i think you may get more leeway with him being a medic.

Instead of being pestered to return home (his home), you may just get this brute extending a hand to help you out. Not that he’s got a lick of medical training. He can patch a wound with a makeshift tourniquet in the midst of some firefight, knows well enough not to fall asleep when he’s been banged up a bit too much, but assisting you with other people is a very large, pronounced “No.”

Soothe him by letting him hover a bit and watch you work. He’s not supposed to be in here, but it’s nice having some wolf in sheep’s skin nearby to pass you the gauze from across the room. So long as he isn’t lifting or touching the poor injured souls in your care, it shouldn’t be much of a problem, right? No one dares to peep any criticism for your work when you’ve got a smitten Goliath nearby, anyway.

Except, he does get a bit jealous here. You’re so gentle with the operators in your care, cooing to them and tending to their every need like a servant rather than the lovely angel that you are to him. He almost wishes that he weren’t so good at what he does, just to experience that once. Or twice. Or for a lifetime. Whatever time you’re willing to give to him, he will take it.

Maybe he gets a bit reckless, gives himself a minor injury by pulling something in the midst of lifting weights. König doesn’t do that; when he fucks up, he deals with it himself, so it’s more than a little strange to see him crossing into the room with an actual injury. It won’t put him out for long, just enough time to experience your gentle hands over him, see that caring look in your eye directed toward him instead of one of these bastards that doesn’t truly appreciate you, not the way that he does at least.

He misconstrues you just doing your job as an outright declaration that what he feels is mutual, and maybe it is, because the care that you give to him is different. You laugh, not at him or his injury, but out of pure mirth when you ask who’s going to offer you ibuprofen instead of gauze now. Your touch is lingering, and you playfully shove the shoulder that hasn’t been wounded when he tells you a kiss would cure him better than any medicine.

His wayward courtship comes with every nick or scrape he “suffers”. The comments grow increasingly strange the moment you’re on your knees tending to the tiniest bruise you’ve ever seen on a man. You both know it’s absolutely nothing, that all of this is absurd and silly and he should just make some sort of move already. Except, that when he does tell you this scene would be so much better in his room, you’re quick to shush him and request that he leave.

… But you don’t stay angry with him for long.

Your favorite soldier always returns to you.

The next time with a clumsily plucked, yellow wildflower and a stare that borders on unnerving when he thrusts the dainty thing into your face; a tight-lipped apology follows when he tells you that he’s not sure what came over him, you’re just so pretty, and that he thinks about you so often it’s making him more than a little crazy.

The time after that with food from a restaurant away from base and another vague profession of love.

And again, with some pretty necklace in tow that he claims used to belong to his mother. König is more intense than ever when he strings the jewelry around your throat with shaking hands, dips his head down to huff into your ear as an arm snakes around your waist to keep you trapped there against him.

“Is that enough?” is the growl that follows, the warmth of his breath and the sheer intensity in his voice causing every hair at the back of your neck to stand on end.

“For what…?” And you could almost pray he’s not truly dumb enough to attempt to lure you into his bed for a string of jewelry his mother trusted him with.

“To make you like me.”

To anticipate something that sounds so innocent from a man who kills for a living is unheard of. You already suspected after his ridiculous comment about a kiss, already knew from the start with all of the trinkets he’s fetched for you, but the thought that he didn’t know already… poor thing.

So, you tell him that you already do, that you have for a while, it’s just that maybe suggesting you blow him before offering a proper date is more than a little inappropriate. Not that having your overgrown suitor chasing your heels is any less.

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rand0mfangurlstuff · 2 months

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I'll Look After You - Bucky x Y/N

This is my first ever fanfic. I dont know why I wrote this, I never ever thought I'd actually write a fic or post it. But this just wouldnt leave my head. I hope you enjoy and please give me feedback!

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It had been a tough misson. They lost a lot of men. Bucky had gotten a bad concussion and broke two ribs. Despite Buckys protests that her was fine, he was put straight to the infirmary. He was told he would have to stay there for at least a week if not longer. At this news Bucky almost had a fit. He wanted to go back up in the air as soon as possible and 'show those Nazi pigs who's boss'. His protests went on deaf ears.

She noticed on the first night that he was awake much later than the other patients. She turned out the lights and told him to rest, to which he just nodded. At 4am when the other nurse came to take over; she noticed he was still awake. Surely soon sleep would take over him.

Bucky couldnt sleep. No, Bucky refused to sleep. With sleep came nightmares. Nightmares of torn off legs and burnt faces. Planes exploding right infront of his eyes. The sound of his men screaming in pain and fear. No. Bucky would not sleep.

The following night she was greeted to the same thing. All the men fast asleep and Major John Egan wide awake. Though it was clear by his sunken in eyes he was exhausted. He tried his best to hide his frequent yawns behind the book he was reading, but she could see and hear them clearly. 'Major Egan, you should be asleep by now.' 'I'm not tired.' he said as he fought back another yawn. 'You're exhausted. And your body needs sleep to recover. You'll never be cleared to get back in that plane if you dont sleep.' Noticing the stern look on her face Bucky decided to feign sleep so she would leave him alone. 'Fine, I'll go to sleep. Goodnight.' 'Goodnight Major.'

As much as he tried not to, Bucky did fall asleep as soon as he closed his eyes. Around forty minutes passed, forty minutes of blissful slumber. Cradled among the warm blankets and soft pillows of the infirmay; his body was totally serene. His mind however, was in turmoil. As the nightmares came once again, Bucky started to cry out in his sleep. 'Curt! Curt! Engine 3! Buck...' She heard him straight away, he wasnt the first pilot to have these types of dreams. His body thrashed against the bed. 'Major Egan, its okay, Major wake up.'

He shot upright in his bed with a scream. He wasnt flying the misson. He was in bed, with two thin arms wrapped around his torso. He looked at her then, really looked at her. She was scared. A shocked and timid look on her face. Was she scared of him? 'I'm sorry, I dont know what-' 'You had a nightmare. It's okay. It's normal.' Normal. Bucky did not feel normal. He had always been able to keep his cool. Not feel a thing. Now all he could do was feel. Feel the ache in his soul and the ache in his ribs. 'I'm sorry Nurse...' 'Y/N' she said with a warm smile. She was sitting on the edge of his bed. He hadnt seen her this up close before. She had long hair, it looked soft. Her eyes were kind, and her gentle smile made him feel something he wasnt sure of. 'Y/N' he played with her name on his tongue, he liked the way it sounded. It suited her perfectly.

He tried to sit up against the headboard, make himself look less vulnerable. As he moved he gasped at the stabbing pain in his ribs. 'God damn!' 'Easy there Major, let me help.' She adjusted his pillows and helped prop him up. She was so close he could smell her perfume. Warm, vanilla, like a freshly baked cookie. But also spicy. He felt intoxicated. He missed the last thing she said to him he was in such a trance. 'I'm sorry what did you say?' With concern all over her pretty face, she said 'I'm just going to get you some more pain meds okay?' she turned and walked to the medicine cabinet.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm his heart rate. He wasnt sure if it was going so fast because of the nightmare, or her. She returned a moment later with two painkillers and a glass of water. 'Here you go Major.' He took the pills from her delicate hand. 'Bucky. You can call me Bucky.' He swallowed the pills. 'Mm Bucky. Cool nickname.' His heart skipped a beat hearing his name from her mouth. And she thought it was cool? He felt like a fourteen year old again. 'You should go back to sleep Major. You need your rest.' Bucky knew there wasnt a hope in hell of him going back to sleep, but he smiled and nodded so to not dissapoint her.

An hour later she was doing her rounds, checking on each patient; most of who were sleeping. Except one. Major John 'Bucky' Egan. 'Bucky, why arent you sleeping?' He lifted the book in his hands 'It's just this book Y/N, I gotta know how it ends!' She smirked, 'I saw you finish that book yesterday.' His face grew red. He'd been caught. But he couldnt possibly humiliate himself by admitting he was afraid of going to sleep for fear of his own mind.

Y/N could see it. Just as she'd seen it plenty times before. Though this case was definetly the worst. She didnt know much about Bucky, but the way the other nurses talked about his charm and swagger made her this he was not the type of man who would willingly admit his fear. She wouldnt force him to either. She grabbed the chair next to his bed and pulled it closer. She picke up the book from his lap and opened it on the first page and started reading. 'In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind...' 'What are you doing?' The confusion on Buckys face would have made a great picture. 'You've read this book twice in two days? I have to see what all the fuss is about.' She continued to read out loud in a soft melodic voice. A voice so soothing and gentle it sent Bucky straight to sleep. Even after he nodded off Y/N kept reading. Hoping that her voice could reach him in his dreams and keep him away from the darkness that lurked in his mind.

The next morning, Bucky awoke to a sight so rare, so unthinkable, he had to blink several times to make sure it was real. Y/N was still by his side, asleep on the small wooden chair, her cardigan draped over her. She had stayed, stayed by his side all night long. It was at this moment Bucky realised this was the first night in a long time he'd slept the whole night through without a single nightmare. Because she was there to protect him.

#masters of the air #mota #mota fanfic #masters of the air fanfic #john egan x oc #john egan x y/n #john bucky egan #bucky egan #gale clevin #masters of the air fan fiction #callum turner #i cant believe i wrote this #my first fanfic #i hope this is good #please give feedback #Masters of the air fanfiction

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the-s1lly-corner · 6 months

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Howdy! May I request for Kinger x reader? Uh, I know this blog is mainly scenarios and stuff, but I really only simp for Kinger, so requesting the other characters for the scenarios format is practically me wasting ur time when u could be doing other stuff (sorry if that sounded rude and also sorry to people who like the rest of the TADC cast). Also cuz I don’t have a scenario in mind.

I’m not looking for anything specifically, I just kinda want reader to hang out with Kinger for the day. I guess what I mean is jaw-dropping, heart-stopping, mind-bending fluff? Moments where Kinger seems sane? Sorry if this is all a lot.

Kinger x reader fluff!

youre all good!! youre allowed to request solo characters; nothing wrong with that !! and youre not being rude at all, me thinks! this is likely going to be all over the place and be the admin just vomiting out ideas; since this is a general list of hcs !! yahoo!! we'll see; i tend to write these authors notes before anything else!!

i feel that this is a given with kinger, but he wants to make sure youre okay at all times; usually trailing behind you and keeping you in his sight... it can get annoying sometimes, i think, but he doesnt mean anything weird or controlling or what have you. the man has already lost so much, and he truly may not be able to come out at the other side if something were to happen to you.. you know?

tends to ramble a lot to you about random things, usually his interests and some of his experiences; however sometimes he does push for you to infodump on him in return, he sometimes feels bad that he talks more in the relationship and sometimes feels that you dont often get much time.. to speak...? you know?

basically tries to subtly push that youre allowed to talk his digital ears off for however long you want, you know?

if he wasnt likely naked under that robe and if he could take it off; he seems like to type to lay it out over a puddle so you can walk over it.... gives off very stereotypical gentleman energy, i think... likes holding doors for you, pulling your chair out for you and pushing it back in, giving you flowers, things like that

god no because the look he has in his eyes when hes looking at you and around you isnt like the usual lost or zoned out look he usually has. you keep him grounded just enough, and make him feel secure and safe

and i think thats nice

oftentimes asks to sleep with you or asks you to sleep with him; as long as it ends up with you guys sharing a room for the night. again, mostly so he can be assured that youre alive and well

when you guys do sleep, he puts himself between you and the door; as if to be a barrier of sorts should there be an intruder.. take that as you will

likes physical touch, often times you guys are holding hands and walking together! though, sometimes he wanders, usually if something catches his eye... and sometimes you dont notice and... woop! youre holding his hand but hes no where in sight..!

when you guys arent inside in the comfort of his pillow fort, youre both walking together around the grounds to get some fresh air... or at least the illusion of such.. you guys tend to do picnics, i think; decked out with digital food of course!

cloud watching sounds nice; even if the clouds are all looping and the same! very nice very sweet

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #kinger x reader #kinger x you #kinger imagine

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lucentclan · 7 months

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well! i wasnt expecting this-

I wrote a little snippit for this that I'll put it under the cut, I'm so upset over them you have no idea

despite the war between Lucentclan and Fernclan being over, Newtstar decides that he, Pepperflare, and Violethope will go patrol the borders one last time before the sun goes down. They don't realize the scent of rain or the clouds forming in the distance, as they're crossing the beach, rain begins falling heavily and weighing down their pelts.

"Newtstar!" Pepperflare calls over the now howling wind, anxiety pricking in her paws as the rain brings back unwanted memories of Sablepaw being washed away in a flood four moons ago. "We should really go back to camp! I don't have a good feeling about this."

Newtstars ears flick in acknowledgement, "we need to be sure that Fernclan isn't up to anything. I won't lose anymore cats to those fox-hearts!" He argues back, claws digging into the sand as he thinks of their previous medicine cat, Rippleclaw.

"No sane cat will be out in this weather!" Pepperflare insists, "Especially Fernclan cats! They hate water!"

"I agree with Pepp-" Violethope begins, her meow quickly cut off by a deafening crash and flash of lightning. In the distance, the sound of trees cracking and breaking echo down the mountains.

All three clancats freeze, heads snapping to the horizon where they see a massive wave of water quickly making its way down the hill, rocks, trees, and other natural debris coming along with it. The clancats barely have time to process what was happening before the water reaches them and sweeps them off their paws and into the unforgiving ocean. Their lungs fill with freezing saltwater as they cry out for starclan to save them to no avail.

Newtstar is the first to open his eyes, the yellow a sharp contrast to the darkness around him. Stars now shine in his pelt, and reflect in his eyes as he takes in the vaguely familiar area. He had been here when he lost his first life protecting his clan from a dog the same moon Rippleclaw had been found dead on Fernclans border. It had been nice to see the tom again to be assured that he wouldn't be alone, their starclan guide, and Newtstars own kin, Shardfoam being there to keep him company.

He sits and sighs, watching the water drip from is glimmering pelt and dissappear into the stars beneath his paws. He couldn't help but feel as if he had let his clan down.

Pepperflare and Violethope join him soon, appearing with splashes of salt water and gasping breaths that didn't take any oxygen. The she-cats meet eyes for a moment, confused as they look towards their leader.

They realize the stars at the same time, dismay filling them. Quietly, they step forward to sit beside their leader in quiet mourning.

"I'm sorry it had to be this way," A familiar voice says, a cream tabby tom stepping into sight. Sympathy reflecting in his grey eyes as he looks at the warriors. Beside the medicine cat is a younger spotted gray apprentice, Sablepaw, who is looking at them with the same sympathetic look.

"Rippleclaw! Sablepaw!" Newstar cries, standing. "Whats going on? We can't actually be dead, right? What about my other seven lives?" The words tumble out of his mouth before he can stop them, needing answers. Beside him, Pepperflare tries to speak but just hacks up a mouthful of water. Violethope remains quiet.

Rippleclaw sighs, "Unfortunately there was no way for starclan to bring your body back, it was washed too far out to sea for it to be possible." He steps to the side, the area behind him now streching out into a vast area, stars littering ground. This was starclans hunting grounds. The medicine cat dips his head, tears in his eyes as his friends try to process their deaths, "Welcome to starclan, my friends. Here you can watch over and guide Lucentclan."

Down below the sky, Quailcall sits outside the medicine den, blue eyes watching the entrance of the camp. It's been far too long since the patrol had left, and the elder was starting to get a bad feeling. He looks up at the dark clouds as it stormed and shakes out his pelt before standing and turning to enter the den.

Sparkfire lays in a nest against the far wall, curled up tightly as she sleeps through the infection in her wounds. The she-cat twitches and whimpers in her sleep, shifting slightly. The tom silently makes his way to sit beside the nest, watching the slow rise and fall of Sparkfires back, half expecting it to stop at any moment.

Quailcall looks towards the entrance of the den once more, dread filling his belly. "Starclan help us." He says quietly before curling up close to the deputy and shuts his eyes in an attempt to sleep until the patrol returns.

sorry for the short fic but i wanted to write for this moon soo bad and got carried away.

What will Sparkfire and Quailcall do now?

#clangen #lucentclan #newtstar #pepperflare #sparkfire #sablepaw #rippleclaw #violethope #feel free to send asks or ask me to write more for a specific cat

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Stolen Snacks

Hopefully you guys like the first fic I’ve written in months! Its a Modern!AU where Itto is a school teacher and Gorou likes playing D&D with his friends.

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Ships/Pairings: Lee!Gorou, Ler!Itto (romantic)

Contains: Talks of eating behavior, SFW, Fluff

Word Count: 2075

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Gorou was hungry.

Very hungry.

He has spent almost the entire day with Kokomi, helping her design her new D&D campaign that she was making for their friend group of the Kamisatos, Thoma, Kujou Sara, and Yoimiya. However, in helping her make the campaign…he may have forgotten to eat, which he realized by a pointed grumble of his stomach as soon as he opened the door to his apartment, shared with his boyfriend, Itto.

Grumble

“Oh…” Gorou said aloud at the realization of his self-neglect. With it only being around 3 in the afternoon, he didn't want to eat a whole meal, knowing that he and Itto would enjoy dinner together later. Toeing off his shoes and putting his jacket on the coat rack, he walked to the kitchen and, opening every cabinet imaginable and finding nothing, he thought to himself, ‘There has to be something…’

Gorou always tried to make it a habit to have something available to eat in the apartment, but sometimes both he and Itto just got too busy, and their grocery shopping, or lack-thereof, caught up with them.

His stomach growled again when, from the corner of his eye, he spotted Itto’s snack cakes, sitting on top of the refrigerator.

Walking towards the box of sweet treats, Gorou’s tail wagged and his ears flicked happily until they both stopped as soon as he looked inside the box, seeing that there was only one left. “...I’m sure he wouldn't mind…right?” He thought out loud. “Nah, he would let me have it…”

And with that thought, Gorou reached into the box, grabbed the plastic-wrapped package of cakes, threw out the box in the recycling, not the trash, and walked over to the couch to unwrap and enjoy his first meal food of the day.

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At 3:30 p.m., Itto came walking through the door, carefully hanging his jacket on the coat rack and slipping out of his dress shoes, he walked over to the couch where Gorou sat. Seeing his boyfriend, Gorou’s tail started immediately wagging, and he asked, “How was work, Itto?” his head tilting to the side with a smile on his face.

“Ah, it was fine. We had a field trip to the local Inazuman museum and I had to try and keep all of the kids together.” With a frown, he softly whispered, “I almost lost one of them…” Itto was a teacher. He decided, ‘Well, I love being around kids so much and making them happy, that’s gotta be the job for me!’ not realizing that having a classroom of upwards of 30 kids is like trying to tame 30 cats. They do what they want and only listen when they know you’re watching.

Hearing about his missing-child scare, Gorou could only laugh in response, thinking about how funny it would have been watching his precious boyfriend scramble around a museum to try and find a 10 year old.

“Pfft…hahahaha!”

“W-what?! It wasnt funny, Gorou! A kid could have gone missing!”

“Hehehe..r-right…” Gorou tried to hold in his laughter. “Ahand where were they…?”

Itto pouted and looked away. “In the group…I miss-counted…”

At that, Gorou just couldn't hold in his laughter. “Ahahaha! Y-you cohouldn’t count 30 kids! How did you even gehet your degrehehe~!” Gorou teased, now doubling over on the couch in laughter.

Itto pouted and blushed in embarrassment at the comment. “W-whatever! They were all moving around! I’d like to see you try and count 30 moving objects!”

With his laughing fit settling down, Gorou decided that maybe he should apologize just a little. “I’m sorry, babe, I know you can count, I’m just teasing~”

With his blush going away, Itto turned around and headed for the kitchen, wanting to get a snack before their dinner date in a few hours. “Yeah yeah, whatever. I need a snack. I managed to make a reservation as Uyuu restaurant by the way~ I know you love their cak-”

Itto cut his words short at the discovery of his missing snack cakes. ‘I left them here…’ he thought, looking on top of the fridge. “Gorou…did you eat my last snack cake?” He yelled to Gorou in the living room.

Hearing his words, Gorou’s hairs stood up and he froze in place. Not wanting to get caught, he replied, shouting to his boyfriend. “N-no…you must have eaten it!” Right after he said this, a glimmer caught his eye on the coffee table. ‘The wrapper!’ he thought to himself. Gorou went to quickly swipe the wrapper away so that Itto wouldn’t notice, but his luck was caught short, as Itto walked in as soon as he grabbed it.

Looking up at his boyfriend, he shyly smiled. “Ehe…h-hi Itto…”

“Hi pup…” Itto replied, smirking to himself. “Watchu got there~?”

“N-nothing…” Gorou replied, a nervous smile still on his face. “Did you decide to hold out until dinner…?” He asked, noting that no snacks had made their way into his boyfriend's clutches.

“Yeah, I can eat more at the restaurant…wanna open your hand, puppy~?” Itto questioned, walking closer to where Gorou sat, cornering him on the sofa.

“N-not really…” Gorou replied, his smile straining as Itto cornered him.

“Well I wanna see!” Itto said as he lunged for Gorou. Gorou squeaked has he rolled onto his stomach, hiding his hand beneath him.

“Oh I don’t think so, puppy~” Itto teased as he straddled Gorou’s hips as ehe hid his hands from him. “Show me!”

“N-noho!” Gorou squeaked, giddiness overtaking him.

“Oh~?” Itto smirked, leaning over his boyfriend to whisper into his ear. “Well I think I can make you show me, pup~” He teased has he softly blew against his dog-boyfriend’s ear while also sliding one of his nails up his side.

Gorou’s eyes widened before they quickly closed shut as he squeaked and squirmed at the ticklish feelings, a smile growing on his face. “N-nohoho!”

“Yehehes~!” Itto teased, giggling softly as he traced Gorou’s soft sides with his fingernails, slowly dragging them over his shirt up to his ribs and back down. “Come on, pup~ All you gotta do is show me what's in those paws of yours~!” He punctuated his statement with a soft nibble to Gorou’s ear, his ear trying to twitch away.

“Nohohoho! Nohohohot the ehehears! Ihihihitto!” His giggling quickly became laughter as Itto added in “nom-nom” sound effects to his nibbling. He would never admit it, but his tail was also wagging back and forth at the speed of light.

“Ohohohokay! Ohohohokay I’ll show yohohou! Stahahahap!”

Itto quickly stopped his ticklish attack on his boyfriend and leaned back, letting Gorou roll over onto his back as he shamefully looked away and slowly opened his hand. There, staring back at Itto, is what remained of his last snack cake. “Hah! You did eat it!”

“Y-yes, but- W-wait! Nohoho!” Gorou tried to explain himself but was cut short when Itto quickly resumed his tickling.

“I think you deserved to be punished for that, pup. Don’t ya think~?” Itto teased as he quickly began scribbling over Gorou’s tummy with all 10 of his nails. “Tickle tickle tickle~ Who’s a ticklish pup~”

“Ihihitto! C’mohohohon! Knohohock it ohohoff!” Gorou’s laughter doubled as Itto’s sharpened nails found their way under his shirt and to his soft belly, where they quickly discovered his navel, his pointer finger quickly dipping into it and scribbling around the soft skin.

“NOHoHOhO! IHiHIhItTO! LeHEhEhET eE EXpLAHaHahAIn!” Gorou laughed, his face scrunched up as tears of mirth threatened to fall.

Itto smirked and slowed his nails down to a slow and light scratching as he waited for his boyfriend’s explanation. “Okay, go on.”

“Ihi hadn’t eheaten all dahahy, soho when I gohot back thahats the fihihirst thing I fohound and I ahate it! Ihi didn’t thihink you’d be upsehet!”

Itto frowned as his tickling came to a halt. “What? You think I’m mad? I was just teasing you pup.” He scrithced his nails along Gorou’s soft sides, eliciting soft giggles. “But I can ignore that part for now. You hadn’t eaten all day?! Gorou it was 3 p.m. when you texted me that you were home!”

“I’m sorry! Time had just gotten away from me! I was so focused on helping Kokomi with her new campaign that the time just flew by…”

“Gorou, you know as well as I do that Kokomi neglects her own health too, and that Sara has to basically spoon feed her so she doesn’t starve.” Itto frowned at Gorou, whose ears were folded back in shame. Noticing, Itto quickly went to comfort him. “Hey, its alright. But you need to start taking better care of yourself, baby.” Suddenly, a thought occurred to him, a smirk growing on his face. “Actually, I think I need to teach you to take better care of yourself~” He said as he slid his hands higher into Gorou’s shirt and started poking at his ribs.

“N-noho! Nohohot agahahain!” Gorou laughed, his head thrown back as he laughed freely.

“Mhm. I need to teach you a very important lesson in self-care.” Itto smiled, as he dragged his nails over his boyfriend’s ribs, fluttered them down his sides, and scribbled over his tummy.

“NAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHTTO! STAHAHAHAP YOHOU STUPID OHOHONI!” Gorou laughed as his hands locked around Itto’s arms, not doing anything to stop him as his tail happily wagged back and forth between his legs, brushing up against Itto’s back.

“Nah, I don’t think I will~” Itto teased when he suddenly felt the feeling of a tail brushing against his back. “Ohoho? You enjoying thihis, pup~? Thahat kinda tickles, buhut not as much ahas this~” Itto quickly raised Gorou’s shirt with one hand as he leaned down and began nibbling against the soft skin of his boyfriend’s tummy and sides, making sure to add in those “nom-nom” sound effects for extra effect. “Nom nom nom nom. Your laugh is so cute, Gorou~” He teased.

“NAHAHAHA CMOHOHON! PLEHEHEHEASE NOHOT THAHAHAT! BAHAHABE!” Gorou shreiked as his boyfriend nibbled his sensitive middle, the maddening sensations causing him to go ballistic. His reactions were made worse, however, when Itto decided to release some powerful raspberries on his belly.

Gorou bucked his hips as the burst of air passed through Itto’s lips and onto his stomach, the man yelling out in surprise. “NAHAHAHA AHAHAHAH IHIHIHI- STAHAHAHA- NOHOHOHOHO!” Gorou’s eyes pressed closed as ticklish tears started to travel down his cheeks.

“Just one more thing, puppy~” Itto smiled as he grabbed Gorou’s hips and started massaging his thumbs into the sensitive skin as he positioned his mouth right over his belly button and let loose, blowing raspberry after raspberry onto the ticklish spot. Gorou’s laughter turned silent as more tears streamed down his cheeks and his tail swished back and forth quickly, his hips bucking as the maddeningly ticklish sensations overtook his brain. For Gorou, it seemed like an eternity, but Itto really only did it for a few seconds, and as soon as it started, it stopped. Gorou was left a panting mess, a bright red blush covering his face as he brought his arms up to wipe his tears, cover his face, and groan.

“Sorry…” Itto said. “I didn’t do too much, did I?” HE smiled nervously has he laid down on top of Gorou and carded his fingers through his hair, gently scratching at his ears.

Gorou’s tail wagged and his ears twitched as Itto’s nails gently scratched his ears and scalp, left-over giggles falling out as he spoke. “N-nohoho. Ihihim fihine.” He said, circling his arms around his boyfriend in a hug so they could cuddle.

Itto happily kissed his cheek. “Good. But we really need to talk about you not eating, Gorou. I don’t want you to stop looking after yourself, baby.” He said, worried.

“I-I know… I’ll try to not let it happen as often. I’m sorry.” Gorou closed his eyes, relaxing into his boyfriend’s touches.

“Good. It’s fine, Gorou. You can eat all of the strawberry cake you want when we go to Uyuu Restaurant.” Itto closed his eyes and rested his head on Gorou’s shoulder, nuzzling into his neck.

“Thanks, Itto.”

“Of course, pup.”

“...”

“...Itto you’re really heavy. Can we switch?”

“But I’m comfy.”

”Fine.”

With contented sighs, the two fell asleep, waking up a few hours later and just narrowly avoiding missing their planned dinner-date.

ADKGFADJADSKFJ this took me 2 hours to plan and write but I LOVE IT! I think it turned out great! Let me know what yall think!

#ler!itto #lee!gorou #genshin impact tickling #sfw #fluff #a lot of fluff #like a lot #possible triggers

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angrycowboydreamland · 1 year

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"Do you see anything?"

Hero jumped. They touched their intercom.

"No, not yet."

"Keep looking-" Villain said. "Well find him tonight."

Hero contuined to walk through the crowd. Champagne flowed into glasses. People laughed with one another over small talk. Hero fiddled with the cuff of their suit. They scanned the crowd for any signs of their target. None. Hero took a step, only to hit a hard object.

Hero winced. They look up, only to meet a harsh gaze.

"Watch were your going." The man snapped.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Hero said.

The man looked down at his shirt that was covered in a large red stain. Hero noticed the empty wine glass in his hand.

"Look what you did," The man snarled.

"It was a accident sir-" Hero said quickly. "I wasnt looking where I was going."

"Damn straight your sorry." The man dabbed at his shirt with a napkin.

"Who the hell is your employer?" The man asked harshly.

Hero scoffed. "How is that any of your business sir?"

"Because your incompetent," The man said. "Tell me who your boss is so I can fire you."

Hero bristled. He stuck a finger into the mans chest.

"Who are you to tell me what I am?" The hero growled back.

The man scoffed. "Do you even know who your talking to?"

Hero crossed thier arms. "Yeah. A prick."

"Listen here you little shit-"

Hero suddenly felt a presence behind him. A warm hand touched their lower back.

"There you are," A voice murmured. Hero shivered against the Villains body.

The mans gaze shifted to Villain.

"Villian? The man asked.

"Ah supervillan," Villian greeted. "We haven't met in some time."

Holy shit. Supervillain. Hero was thankful for mask covering thier face. Supervillan would destroy him on the spot if he knew who they were. Supervillan and Hero had fought long ago. Hero wasnt surprised Villain knew him. He was still an asshole.

"My employer." Hero added sheepishly. Hero felt Villans hand place on his bicep. Villain gave their arm a quick squeeze.

It meant be nice.

"Your servant spilled wine all over my tuxedo." Supervillan grunted.

"My apologies." Villain said. "I'm sure my assistant meant no harm by it."

Assistant? Hero made a mental note of that. They were surprised Villain corrected Supervillain at all. Hero was in Villians debt currently. What else would they be besides a servant.

Hero faked a look of concern. "I am terribly sorry sir."

"This shirt cost me hundreds of dollars. Your assistant will have to pay for it." Supervillain said, glaring at hero.

Villain raised a hand. "They will do no such thing."

"Here-" Villain pulled out a wallet from his coat pocket. Hero marvled at the amount of money laid out. Hero counted at least over 20 hundred dollar bills. It was much more money than Hero had every seen.

"This should be enough." Villain said.

Supervillain glared at Villain.

"We are done here." Villain and Hero turned to take their leave.

When far enough away, hero leaned in to Villans ear.

"Was that our target?" Hero murmured.

"No," Villain replied. Villan was quiet for a second.

"But Supervillan might know where we can find him."

#hero villain prompt #hero x villain #writing #hero and villain #heroes and villains #heroxvillain prompt #hero #prompt #villain #creative writing

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oh-for-fic-sake-library · 2 years

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A kept woman

Masterlist

Summary: August deserves a reward for all his hard work in the cia. He was on the front lines protecting the national security of the nation, so a little waitress wasnt too much to ask for.. was it?

Warnings: obsessive behaviour, dark!August, kidnapping, spying, swearing, hints at captivity/Stockholm syndrome, hint of bdsm, dark fic.

A/n: well what can i say? I tried to make a drabble below 1000 words, lost track of the wordcount and here we are 😅😅 i hope you enjoy a little ark auggie though~

Free the typos! Not beta read so please ignore the typos.

Wordcount: 1445 (nailed it 😅😅)

It was wrong, he shouldnt do it. But he had, and couldnt deny the sense of pride and excitment he had. He was the hero, the white knight who came barreling in to the scene with his polished shoes and 200 horse power to rescue the innocent princess from her fate.

Okay maybe it wasnt that pretty, and there was a chance you didnt feel rescued yet. But you would! He just had to get you home and tie you to something and explain a few things.

August sighed as you tried to scream through your gag again and kicked out at the back of his seat. Though he bearly felt it. One, this was a Bentley; a good quality car with sturdy padded seats. And two, noone can kick that hard with legs tied at the ankle, knee and thigh... god he hopes ou dont get rope burn, nothing would send him rabid then to see the red rope marks on your supple sking. The indents of a tight binding always made him a sexual savage, salivating at the sight of innocence bareing the twisted marks of rope.

He tried not to think about it. It'd do no good trying to calm his new kitten whilst having a raging hardon. Youd get the wrong impression and think he was going to rape you or somthing stupid. He loved you, he wouldnt hurt you; if anything you should be happy. Ecstatic even! Youd never have to work yourself to exhaustion again. Never worry about bills and rent or that disgusting lowlife youd paired up with. Youd live like a queen, august would give you a better life then anyone else. He wont hit you. He wont con you. He just wants to love you.

"Hush sweet girl, your fine, everything is going to be perfect you'll see. Im rescuing you" he uttered throwing a glance at you only to grunt, eyes locking on the plain soft looking panties that were now on display as your skirt was now tucked around your hips from you squirming. He gripped the steering wheel tighter making the leather creak.

"Oh look at you~ such a naughty little thing hmm? Is this really the time to be teasing me? When your helpless and scared? bratty? Honestly, you cant even wait until we get home?" He spoke without thinking, smirking and releasing a low growl as he repositioned his rear veiw mirror to drink in your delectable form. Only to shudder as another muffled cry came from your lips, and you wriggled your bottom trying to coax the skirt back over yourself again. the scene made his cock swell. His need for you had become too much.

"Come now little one hush, we are almost home. Everything will be better when we are home" he offered calmly trying to ignor the raor od blood in his ears as his body began toghtening. It was takjng everything in him not to stop the car and scoop you into hos arms and just hold you for a whole. He wanted to ease your panic and sooth you. To comfort you, he never wanted you to fear him. Respect, love and obey. But never fear.

You were the girlfriend... ex girlfriend of a low life with a growing pill habbit. Working all the hours under the sun just to feed your boyfriends habit. Not that you knew that, the scummy bastard ha been telling you the rent was going up. And up. And up. It hadnt, the boyfr;ex had been useing your hard earned money for pills.

But you being the innocent little girl you were trusted him and made sure to up your hours to provide and keep the shitty roof over your head. August had found it strange that you were at the little diner from 5am to 9pm almost everyday. He made sure to leave you bigger tips during his undercover surveillance of the phone box across the road used by the cartel that owned the seedy bar next to it.

He hadnt exactly minded sitting in the diner all day poseing as a accountant sippjng surprisingly decent coffee staring athis 'work laptop'. Especially when he'd done a background search on everyonenin the place. Youd stuck out like a sore thumb, hed expected to see bad grades, high school drop out little slapper with maybe one or two kids and a dead beat husband with a drink problem who refuses to work because of some made up injury he got ten years ago in the forces or some shit.

Instead he found a smart woman whod just had bad luck. Kicked out from her 'god fearing' purity police parents for having an iud. You had excellent grades a degree in business management; which you were pressured into by your god squad parents. But now was stuck in a dead end job, paying off student loans, keeping a roof over your head whislt trying to create a nest egg to pay for a spot on the wall of a local well to do art gallery in the city. Thats right, his polite little waistress was an artist, a sweet little painter. To say he was surprised you wasnt an aspiring influencer was an understatement.

It was when august saw your so called lover grasping you by the hair and shaking you violently behinde the juke box where he thought no one would see. Thatthe agent had taken more nottice of you. Your whimpers of fear and tiny yelps had moved him.

He'd watched closer, observes the bruises and grazes more carefully and made small talk. He'd sneered at anyone else who aproached him. He only wanted to be served by you. As the weeks went on he couldnt stop thinking about you and your situation. He could help. He needed to help you, protect you! If only youd ask him to. He'd sweep you up and carry you off into the night like a phantom.

He was well aware of his obsession, but he didnt care. Dreams of you by his side safe and happy. Greeting him at the door after a hards days work with a huge grin and random paint smugdges over your face whislt holding up your latest masterpiece for him to see. He wanted you, he wanted to keep you. You were to precious for him to ignore. You needed him, and he deserved you, after everything he has done for the country he deserved having a little wife waiting at home for him. And so he decided to claim his reward.

He made a studio for you, all the paints and brushes you could ever want! He cleared every single piece of art from his walls to encourage you to paint, he wanted you to fill his home with your art. And live a luxurious life of a kept woman.

August smiled as his home finally came into veiw. A large glass and dark wood monolith perched on a rocky outcrop over looking a large private lake completely claoked in twenty five acres of thick forrest. He had been particular about this place. This was off the record, his retirement plan with everything he could ever want, from gym to sauna, steam room to wine cellar, dungeon and spa, he even had a panic room and mini bunker two levels below ground built into the rock.

"Now now dont fuss, we are home love. Now lets get you settled." He preened as you cried louder when the world became dark as he pulled into the underground garage. August was quick to remote lock the garage, then without further ado he plucked you from the back seat and carried you off into the house.

It would take time before you came arohnd to him again, but once you were settled and had spent a few weeks here in your little studio and realised he will take care of everything and you had absolutely nothing to fret about youd love it. And thats when he can woo you. He estimated in around three months time youd happily follow him into the dungeon for some playtime. Untill then he will just have to be patient with you.

#henry cavill #cavillry #august walker x reader #august walker x you #august walker #oh for fic sake fics #dark fic

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sexygrass · 7 months

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hey, hope ur doing fine but i have a request

i really loved that bratty taeyong fic sm it made me go dfghjklm and I see you're a jeno stan soooo would u do one with sub jeno who had been acting like a brat all day just so you'd punish him and fuck him dumb BUT reader will just give him "no punishment" as a punishment and he'll be so frustrated bcz his antics didn't work as he planned?????! like reader will be gentle and kiss him softly, ignoring how horny he is

im sure you'll eat this up

Fucking died, this is such a hot idea like damn—I would've took u out on a date, anon—and yes, jeno is my ult, my man, my puppy and my whore🤧

Don't be gentle

Pairing: brat!jeno x brat-tamer!f!reader

Synopsis: when your boyfriend tested your patience whole day, broke your rules and being acting like a total brat just to get your attention but when his plan backfire at him, he's left at your own mercy.

Warning: orgasm denying, edging, overstimulating, teasing, slight handjob, master kink, degradation, pet names, (foot work ???), lmk if I missed sth.

MDI

It was hard. It was so hard, but you had to keep reminding yourself of the plan. Shutting down your phone, you breathed in and out, closing your eyes, trying to erase the memory of what you just saw and heard from your mind.

Feeling your skin heat up, you fanned around your neck and face because you know you're starting to turn red.

Taking deep breaths, you pushed your chair in and tried focusing on your work but the video your boyfriend had sent you was stuck in your head and whenever you try to focus on something else, his lewd needy moans and chants of your name as he desperately fucked into his fist made your head whirl.

Looking around your workplace, you crossed your legs, discreetly rubbing your thight to releave yourself a bit, a breathy whine slipped your bitten lips at the feeling of your soaked panties. Oh, he was all in.

you bit the inside of your cheek as you smiled at one of your workers when she asked you if you were alright.

The video of him overstimulating himself between pinching his nipple and jerking himself to fondling with his balls and the cry he let when he cummed all over his thighs and the couch made your blood boil. He disobeyed you and had the audacity to send you a clip of his little adventure while you're at work.

Even scrolling through your photos wasn't a safe thing to do in public anymore as it's flooded with NSFW pictures of him spreading his legs for you, many pictures where he caught himself in every possible angle.

Looking around the office, you noticed no one noticed your reaction, and you were thankful. Two hours left, and you would finally go back home and deal with the man sitting on your bed, giggling at what he had sent you.

When he started this, you warned him, but he didn't listen. It first started with him touching you in public at the business dinner you brought him in with you, teasing you and whispering in your ear everything he wanted you to do to him and everything he can do to you if you let him.

You went home tired that night so you let him go away with what he did but clearly that wasnt what he wanted as the next day, when you were with your friends chilling in your apartment, he would saunter around in loose tank tops, black tees, or with no shirts at all but a towel hanging loosely around his waist, something about his morning workouts but you didnt hear anything he said as you felt your head throb —and your pussy—cause he looked like a fucking meal, ready to be devoured and you noticed how he enjoyed it whem your friends ogled at him.

You remember digging your nails on the couch so you won't yank him by the hair and drag him to the bedroom and make him behave, but you held yourself.

But what he sent you was the last blow as he had pushed all your buttons. A video of him jerking with one of your panties hanging from his red tip, moaning your name, and whining how it should he you doing that to him and how he can't wait because you didn't fuck him properly last time. Total brat.

Finishing your work, you calmly drove back home, humming to the song playing on the radio, and when you arrived home, you pushed the front door open, to be met with silence.

it calmer than usual. Walking to the living room, you noticed a stain on the couch, and you took a deep breath before ignoring it and padding to the bedroom.

You saw jeno on the bed with disheveled wet hair, you guessed he took a shower after he finished pleasure himself as the faint scent of his body wash reached you.

When he heard you entering, he put his phone down and folded his knees, a smug grin on his face, "Hey, master, missed you," the way the name rolled on his tongue smoothly made you smirk in your head. He thought you're going to ravish him for all that he did, but boy was wrong.

Giving him a sweet smile —a genuine one—you walked towards him, and he perked up, the corners of his lips lifting but when you ruffled his damp hair, he tilted his head at you and you couldn't help the giggle that left you, "was my puppy bored without me around?" You carassd his cheek with your thumb, noting how his shoulders sagged a little, "I...what..."

Kissing the corner of his lips, you walked to the shower, "Go set a movie, I remember you wanting to watch the movie about that hunted museum." You called before shutting the door behind you.

Jeno eyed the closed door with a gapped mouth, brows furrowed on why he's not handcuffed and edged already. He was a slut for your punishment and he won't bother hiding it because it's what he wants and loves and won't shy about how pleasurable he finds it when you're rough and mean to him, it basically drives him crazy and leave him boneless and oh so satisfied after you use him to your heart extent.

With a pout, he stood up and trudged to the living room to prepare for the movie night. It was already evening when you finished and threw one of jeno's favorite shirts on, with no bra, just panties.

Spraying your favorite perfume on your neck and wrists, you hummed as you padded towards the kitchen and a smirk curled on your lips. You were going to enjoy what you're going to do so so much.

Seeing how busy he was doing the dishes, you walked towards him, and he suddenly stopped. He must have caught your perfume because it was quite strong. Feeling the heat radiating from your body, he smirked, finally!

You crept your hands under his thin shirt and he immediately relaxed under your touch, running your fingers over his chest and down his abs before hugging his waist tightly, making him feel your bare chest against his back, the tin fabric of his shirt allowing him to sense your hard nipples that were peeking under your shirt, making his throat dry as he licked over his dry lips, "h-how was work t-today?"

"It was...interesting," you hummed, your lips pressing gentle kisses along the side of his neck, "how was yours, my good boy," jeno shuddered at the softness of your lips as you kissed down his neck to his shoulder blade and he involuntary tilted his head for you to give you more access to mark his neck.

Good boy. He felt so small when you called him that, but he knows he's nothing but that. Jeno really loves it when you praise him when he's good or when he does as you say. It gives him such a rush knowing how good he makes you feel when he fucks you or eats you out as you repeatedly tell him what a good boy he is, making you feel so so good but this one wasn't a praise because he knows he didn't do anything good, he knows he did everything but being good.

his hands left the water to grip at the counter when your hands that were busy roaming over his defined torso fondled with the strings of the waistband of his basketball shorts, "you had a very busy day, didn't you?" You whispered, kissing under his ear.

"You did what you did because you wanted my attention, right puppy?" Jeno frantically nodded his head, his eyes screwed shut as you slowly pumped him, "y-yeah, need you, so so b-bad, all t-time, shit," his chest now heavens when your other hand went to his throat, making him threw his head back, "yeah? My attention?" You taunted, "yes, please," you smirked at your work when you saw red blotch forming on the delicate skin of his throat.

Pulling away completely, he whined and gave you his best puppy eyes, begging you to give him something—anything but you didn't even spare him a backward glance as you sauntered to the living room, swaying your hips before plopping down on the couch and patted the space bext to you, "Come here,"

Jeno pouted, he was flustered and horny at your teasing but neverthless followed you before dropping down and leaning his back on the armrest and spreading his thighs for you to sit between his legs and lean on his chest; your favorite position while watching a movie.

Making yourself comfortable, you made sure to rub your ass down on the prominent bulge, and when you heard a low groan, you smiled, "you good, babe?" You carassd the skin of his thigh, eyes transed on the tv.

With a sickeningly sweet voice, you asked him, "Honey, you okay?" You carassd his cheek, and he leaned into your hand, sniffing. You had to not pull your hand away and let him have the moment.

Jeno looked down at you, a more evident pout as you kept ignoring him, his puppy ears —if he had ones— would be flat on his head.

Throughout the movie, you sensed him playing with your hair, making you drowsy a little, but when he whimperd softy and tugged at the sleeve of your shirt to get your attention, you turned your head, his glossy eyes immediately made you turn fully facing him.

Waiting for him to speak, you saw him looking down at his hands, fumbling with his fingers. With your index finger, you lifted his face to meet your eyes, "I thought you wanted my attention, no? Am I not giving you my attention, love?" You hummed, taking his hands before kissing his palms.

Pretty boys who get shy at asking for attention. That what he was. Your pretty boy, but he was no shy. He was frustrated that his plan didn't work. Frustrated that you're not mad. Frustrated that you didn't punish him.

Moving your legs, you straddled his lap and cupped his cheeks in your hands, "tell me what you want," you murmured, lips inches apart. feeling you rocking your hips slowly against his neglected cock, he whimperd, closing his eyes and biting on his lips to stifle a moan.

Grabbing candy from the bowl of snacks, you looked at him with a smile, "open your mouth, tongue out," blinking his tears away, you saw his eye sparkle before doing as you told him.

Letting his tongue out, you placed the candy on the tip of his tongue before smirking and sucking in it and moaning at the taste. Taking the candy down your throat, jeno tried kissing you by grabbing the back of your neck and your hips, and you let him.

Hearing him moan in your mouth when you bit his tongue, your core clenched around nothing, grinding down, jeno moaned louder againt your mouth as his lips limply carassd yours, too focused on you grinding down on him, making you pull back.

"Okay that's it. On four. Hurry," with a smile you missed to see, jeno dropped to his knees by the couch, his shorts and boxers gone by the time you sat and leaned againt the back rest.

"If you're thinking you're getting what you think you're getting, you're wrong baby boy," jeno looked at your with wide eyes, "Master, I—"

"No. You wanna be punished? Fine," stretching your leg, you pressed yoir flat foot againt his cock and ordered him to hump it, a smirk curling on your lips when he whimperd at your slow ministration.

Like a slut in heat, jeno started rocking against your foot, feeling you pressing back, he cried. He was clearly sensitive and the overstimulation made his mind go hazy, and when he looked up and saw the way you were looking down at him with a an amused smile, made his cock twitch, "my slut, look at you, rutting against my foor like bitch in heat," yanking his hair, his head jerks up and he mwels, "are you close?" He all but moaned, rocking his hips faster in desperation.

"I asked you a question and you fucking answer." You repeated more sternly. "Yes- y-yes, I'm so close..c-close, I..I–" Seeing his thighs shake, you pulled your foot away, enjoying his wide teary eyes that stared back at you "You won't get anything tonight, puppy, until you apologize for being such a brat."

Putting your foot on his shoulder, his hand wrapped around your ankle, his wet lips kissing there, the tears soaking his cheeks wetting your leg, "please, I—"

Sliding your foot down, you ordered him to fuck againt your foot again, "No cumming till you learn your lesson and apologize, now hurry slut." Hearing him whimper and whine, you smiled. He won't apologize, and you know it. It's what he wanted but not what he needed.

"Crying won't get you anything. Do you think you'll get what you want by begging and pleading? Oh, darling, it's not how it works around here, and you know it." You cooed, "I've treated you so well, didn't I, puppy?" You pushed his shoulder with your foot to stop kissing you so he'd lean back on his feet and look at you.

"I've been treating you like a prince this whole time, and this is how you repay me? By being a brat? We are going to fix that attitude of yours. Remember who's in charge here."

#sub jeno smut #nct lee jeno smut #lee jeno x reader #sub kpop idol smut #lee jeno imagination #nct dream #lee jeno #nct

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azusaluvclub · 2 years

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Request: the union guys when y/n calls them "pretty"

weak hero reactions; calling them pretty

hi hi !!! this was such a cute request to write, ty for sending it in ! i decided to include the mokha duo in this, but its my first time writing for them so i hope its not too ooc :,)) enjoy~ (and if theres someone you wanted to see that wasnt included, feel free to lmk~)

gender neutral, as always !

jimmy bae / bae jihoon

⋆ jihoon prides himself in trying to be some manly, strong dude, and getting called "pretty" ,,, doesn't exactly fit the image he's trying to build :,)))

⋆ but you can't help it !!! like has he not seen his face ??

⋆ the word slipped out before you could help it, lol- jihoon was veryyy suprised, to say the least: wide-eyed with a raised brow, the tips of his ears turning a deep red :)) truly a sight to behold, even when he tried looking away in a bad attempt at hiding his reaction lmaoo

⋆ he complains that he'd rather you call him handsome or smth more "masculine-sounding", but a compliment is a compliment and he WILL appreciate the ego feeding :,)) secretly tho, he lingers on hearing you call him pretty, and finds that he likes it a lot more than he can admit~ (so def do it again, even if he acts childish about it loll)

jake ji / ji hakho

⋆ doesn't turn into a blushing mess, but he DOES get veryyy smiley and just a lil embarrassed :D he adores you lots, so it feels really good to know that you think so fondly of him !

⋆ awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, all aglow, as he soaks up the sweetness of your words. he considers thanking you, but decides to give you a compliment of his own instead~ it's his default lol, but he really does mean it !!!

⋆ or if you're close enough to do it, he'll give you a gentle kiss on the cheek or forehead; something to show that he appreciates it and you without words

⋆ would love it if you called him pretty more often !! if not just to make him feel all special and warm inside, then because you'll always get something sweet in return :,)))

wolf keum / keum seongje

⋆ he'd be more taken aback than anything loll- it nearly goes over his head at first, because people are often too scared of him to actually notice his looks; but once it settles in ?? he lowkey shortcircuts :,))

⋆ it's only for a moment, where he gets this sorta perplexed look on his face; once he recovers tho, he just ?? quietly accepts it ?? probably plays it off with some sort of "you think so?" or a simple "yeah?", but secretly keeps the comment lingering in the back of his mind :)))

⋆ it's not that he doesn't like it, he's just not good with compliments ;; isn't sure if he should compliment you back or make a big deal of it, so he just takes your word for it when you call him pretty and moves on ;; lameee

⋆ later that night tho, when he's getting ready for bed, he'll find himself in the mirror mulling over that moment and trying (with the faintest of grins) to see for himself what you seem to love so much~

forrest lee / lee sehan

⋆ congrats !!!! you've earned yourself front row seats to seeing one very flustered sehan !! :D

⋆ see, sehan knows he probably isn't the most attractive compared to his peers; he didn't need to hear it, because when all his friends were getting girls' numbers and going on dates, poor guy was always left on the sidelines :((

⋆ so hearing you — someone who means so much to him — call him pretty ?? you really feel that way about him ?!!! he's stumbling over his words all flushed, trying to play it cool lol; totally feels like melting from happiness :((

⋆ once he's regained his composure, he'll give you a shy smile and a warm-hearted "thank you" :(( it's very cute lol; so pls compliment him more often, he deserves it~

donald na / na baekjin

⋆ baekjin is not a easily flustered person, so if you were hoping to make him super blushy, i have terrible news for you ;;;;

⋆ but even if he isn't tripping over himself from you calling him pretty, it's still obvious that he's affected ! :D

⋆ it's subtle at first — the way his demeanor softens and his expression grows bright, eyes twinkling like stars — but when he smiles at you, chuckling under his breath, you know you've got him :,)))

⋆ he's still getting used to the compliments, cause most ones he recieved before were from ass-kissers trying to flatter their way through the union, and they weren't filled with the same sweetness; but with you he knows it's genuine, and it makes him fall for you just a lil more :(( won't seek out your praises, but won't complain when you shower him w/ them :)))

baek dongha

⋆ absolutely LOVES it ;; he relishes in any sort of attention you give him, be it kind words or physical affection, but hearing you call him pretty ??? it's like you've opened his eyes to a new world LMAOO

⋆ takes pride in it for sure- but in a good way !! he could boast about it (and if you did it around others, he so will), but he also uses it as a motive to put more effort into his looks :D

⋆ you may not think much of it when he shows up with his hair styled differently, or dressed with a little more thought than usual, but for him ?? he's doing all this in the hopes you'll compliment him again :)) won't make a show of it, but will keep glancing at you with this sorta hopeful gleam in his eye, wondering if you've noticed

⋆ so please ,, give this guy all the compliments you can ;; it'll make him super happy, and what's not to love about that ??

do seongmok

⋆ awhh he def gets sheepish about it :((

⋆ it's not that he's never been complimented, but being considered pretty is a new one for him !! he wouldn't exactly consider himself it (maybe handsome or smth) but he's not complaining :,)) he's shy about it though, awkwardly touching his jaw and really trying to analyze what it is you find "pretty" — spoiler alert: it's everything-

⋆ doesn't say anything, though he wants to say something nice about you too- but it's okay, because you know that he's grateful; and for him, his actions speak much louder than anything else, so he'll show his appreciation by taking your hand in his or giving you a warm smile in return~

⋆ he's not desperate for flattery like his bff, but he'll never take it for granted !!! so call him pretty to your heart's content~

#weak hero #weak hero webtoon #jimmy bae #wolf keum #jake ji #donald na #forrest lee #dongha baek #seongmok do #weak hero headcanons #weak hero imagines

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yanderes-galore · 2 years

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yandere! oni! genji and darling thats easily frightened. i mean, an oni paring with someone who hates myths and legends and is terrified of them??

(this is for tbe halloween rqs, btw; i wasnt sure what would be spooky and fit genji, so i was like “hm, oh! an oni would fit”)

I mean, he does have an Oni skin so this works.

Yandere! Oni! Genji with Easily Scared! Darling

Short Concept

(Halloween Event - Oni)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Stalking, Sadism, Scaring for fun, Emotional manipulation, Supernatural, Kidnapping, Jealousy, Threats, Possessive behavior, Murder implied.

- Oni tend to be sadistic and fierce.

- Which means your encounter with Genji is going to be hell for you.

- He is a creature of torment, at first he's going to take your encounter as a game.

- His mere appearance makes you uneasy?

- This will be a fun one, then.

- Genji will first use you as a form of entertainment.

- He'll follow you around the chilling fall streets, murmuring in your ear and jumping out before disappearing.

- He finds your fear amusing and fun to play with.

- You probably met him by chance.

- Accidentally coming across him while he made his rounds.

- Nights like this is where he thrives, especially at this time of year.

- It's such a sweet treat that the victim he chooses is scared of him.

- "Scared, dear? Good, you should be!"

- Good luck getting away from him once he takes a liking to scaring you.

- You provide great entertainment.

- Perhaps he enjoys you a little more than just playing with you?

- He'll probably hang around you the entirety of the month, always where you don't expect him.

- Like a demonic predator he stalks you, watching you in the shadows.

- Waiting for just the right time to pounce.

- At first he scares you for a sadistic sense of pleasure.

- But once he feels he has grown attached, his scares have a playful tone to them.

- Genji will laugh afterwards and tease you about your behavior.

- He doesn't mind that he's grown close to you, even if you hate his guts.

- Your soul has a glow he enjoys and you look so cute to him, scared or not.

- Do you mind all that much if he hangs around you?

- It's like having the demonic version of a guardian angel after some time.

- He hovers around you to not only scare you but also show he claims you.

- This time of year, there's all sorts of supernaturals.

- He's easily jealous and quite possessive.

- You'll notice Genji gets irritated when he senses supernatural energy around you.

- He hates the idea of someone taking away his new play thing.

- Genji would be murderous and sadistic while attached to you.

- He still feasts off tricks and bloodshed, which means he'll leave to cause chaos yet come right back to pester and scare you.

- Seeking help is not suggested as Genji will know.

- Why else would you be looking up how to get rid of an Oni?

- He finds it hurtful that you'd think such a thing, probably becomes even more cruel to spite you.

- When it's almost Halloween, Genji would be at his peak.

- He's decided you're his to keep and plans on taking you with him once Halloween occurs.

- Scream and cry all you want, he'll just pull you close hold you there.

- His sword is to your back, threatening you to comply to the beast.

- "My poor, scared, human... It's your fault for attracting an Oni."

- He's cruel and sadistic most of the time.

- Deep down, he has a soft spot for this human, however.

- While you may plead at him to not take you away from your home, to just leave you alone...

- He ignores you.

- He wants you, he's followed you around for days and has decided he'll take you with him to his home realm.

- He tells you to take this as a lesson.

- You should not entice an Oni with your fear...

- You may never get rid of them.

- "It's time we go, my human. Your new home with me awaits."

#yandere overwatch #yandere genji #yandere oni #panther halloween event 2022

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sunnomnoms · 1 year

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Worth.

Volo x Reader

Authors Note: im gay for him sorry. he has my heart. also, READER IS NOT REI OR AKARI reader is a separate person with the same circumstances, and also a whole adult. slay. SORRY ITS SO SHORT </3 I can write more on this concept more if you guys would like! warnings: some adult themes, Volo planned to kill you, Volo finds your strength hot lmao.

The fresh autumn weather was kind to the two of you today. It seems recently there was only harsh cold or sweltering heat, but today was mild. The sun had already begun to set, the gentle chill in the air beginning to nip at your cheeks and tips of your ears as the two of you trotted through the forestry.

You rode on the back of Wyrdeer, your company on your beloved Rapidash who was lovingly named Winnie.

Volo sat in silence as he listened to you hum tunes he’d never heard before, unable to help himself from stealing glances of you. The silence between you isnt tense, much to Volo’s confusion.

You were so kind. It wasnt that you were harmless, that was far from the case and he knew it. You just were so kind as to bring him with you on these little trips you made. No one these days is truly a friend of his after his attempts to have Giratina create a “new world”, but you? Well… you’re the closest to a friend he has left. And even then he knew you still had your caution about him, and he had no intent of giving you anymore reason to suspect him. He knew what you were capable of and he’d seen it up close in its rawest, cruelest form.

You should have killed him. Anyone else would have, and Volo knew he would have deserved it after betraying you the way he did. He intended for you to die, he wanted you to die, and it was his plan from the beginning to have you killed by Giratina when it came time for him to be summoned- or even to kill you himself as a sacrifice, if it meant it would appease his lord. The plan was always to have you retrieve the plates and to then rip them from your cold, dead hands, wether you were killed by Giratina or Volo himself, it didn’t matter. You were supposed to die, and that was supposed to be it.

But there you are, living, breathing, singing songs he doesnt recognize happily- with the man who tried to kill you riding on the back of one of your beloved companions, trusting him enough to keep your back turned to him.

Volo watched in awe of all that you are. He felt his face drop, his heart heavy as he felt the guilt deep in his gut swirl sickeningly as his thoughts spiraled. He had already given you his apologies for it all, not that you can apologize and undo the damage of an attempted murder. You were honest, stern as you told him you weren't sure you could forgive such a betrayal. Your words weren’t kind as you ripped into him, telling him what an ugly display of his heart he gave you the “pleasure” of looking at back then. You later echoed the thoughts he had himself, having gripped him by the throat as you hissed to him through gritted teeth “I should have killed you.”

Volo’s fingers gently grazed his neck as he thought of when your hand closed so tightly on it. He wasn’t used to letting others get even close to laying their hands on him, but for whatever reason he refused to fight back against you in that moment.

Well, he had an idea as to why. The guilt in his gut swirled and twisted harshly as his mind wondered on it. You always fascinated him as you carried yourself in this unfamiliar land with such strength. He truly was drunk on pride to believe he ever could ever subdue you, even with Giratina at his side. But with the fresh ego death... well, he doesn’t exactly feel as he once did. In place of his once burning devotion to Giratina now sat a more searing, burning emotion he could never entirely understand- perhaps due to his willful ignorance to it. Remembering how you slammed him into the wall as you verbally tore into him a if he was nothing, it made something within him flutter… and that made the feeling of guilt swirl and twist tighter.

Volo shook his head, as if he could shake his clear attraction away with just that. If anyone cared to pay him any mind these days, they could tell from just looking at him he’s fallen for the very person he was ready to kill. But he wasn’t exactly ready to come to terms with that yet.

He leaned forward slightly, giving Winnie a pet on the neck as his eyes trained on you.

“Wyrdeer found [Y/N] worthy of riding upon its back, but no one else really has gotten that chance...” Volo thought aloud to Winnie, quiet enough that you couldn’t hear.

“… I’m not very worthy of being on your back, am I?” Volo turned his gaze to the Rapidash, giving a sheepish smile. Winnie turned her head to look at the man on her back, glaring daggers back at him. Volo chuckled nervously as Winnie turned her gaze back forward.

“I guess I’ve earned that look.” He mumbles, his feeling of guilt only worsened.

“I do want you to know that im sorry.” He says quietly before pausing to rethink what he means. “I mean, I know sorry most certainly isn’t enough, but it… it feels better to apologize. Even if you disregard it, that’s okay. I just… want you to know I regret what I did to your [Y/N].”

Winnie lets out a huff, clearly disregarding what the man on her back had to say. Volo couldn’t help but smile slightly.

“You really love [Y/N], don’t you? You’re such a good girl.” He says, gently scratching behind her ear. She leans into it happily, making Volo chuckle. His gaze turns back to you, watching as you grab a low hanging berry from a tree you passed under. He watched as you inspected it for second, passing it to Wyrdeer when you deemed it safe to eat. The majestic beast ate the berry happily from your hand, a smile growing on your face as you gave Wyrdeer a good scratch under the chin.

Volo’s heart grew watching you be so loving. He was determined to one day be on the receiving end of your love. Devotion to a god filled him with a sense of purpose, but love for you filled him with so much more. You were tangible, you were …here. Despite biting the hand that fed him, you reached your hand out again- still bleeding, still shaking, determined to show kindness to someone who most knew to not deserve it. You didn’t listen when the leaders of this unfamiliar world told you it was cruel to keep him alive, you didn’t listen to them when they begged you to keep your distance. They echoed the same thought everyone had. “You should have killed him.”

But you didn’t.

You were determined to be kind, despite it all.

You were a second chance he knew he didn’t deserve.

He wasn’t about to lose his last chance. He knew he had a lot to prove. Not just that he was worthy of all that you gave him, but that he was worthy to be loved and live along side you and the creatures that guarded you with their life.

#volo x reader #pla volo x reader #pla volo imagines #volo imagines #volo pokemon #pokemon x reader #pokemon imagines

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