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kuroosdarling · 9 months

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LIKE A VIRGIN — ༉‧₊˚.

ft gojo satoru !

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. f!reader. unprotected sex, fingering, lots of praise, creampie, aftercare — WC : 2.4k

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : after years of pining after each other, the moment has finally come. gojo was never one to be shy about having sex but it turns out being intimate was a whole different thing.

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : i promise that one day i’ll cut back on writing lovesick characters but sadly today is not that day hehe enjoy ! <3

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

loving satoru is holding the notion that while you may be star crossed lovers, the cosmos severely underestimated how much love he held for you.

instead of crossing paths, he collided into you, changing the scope of your world with a simple introduction that had the universe questioning why it even bothered to try to keep you two apart in the first place.

time has passed since then but that connection has always remained, the two of you circling around each other in a dance of fate. all it takes is for one of you to leap, and since gojo never did — it was up to you.

so you leapt.

and it was a wondrous blur, the planet aligning for this singular event that had all the stars on the edge of their seats. it all brought you to this moment, mouth crashing together in a hurried flurry, setting your body ablaze.

whispers of endearment flood out of your mouth and into his head, leaving it reeling in its wake. you could tell a part of him was still missing, lurking in the shadows, too scared to come out just yet.

it didn’t bother you at first, not when his lips never left yours — nibbling your bottom lip anytime you tried to break for air.

but the damned blindfold still hung around his face, covering the eyes you so desperately want to see. he didn’t actively have his infinity on but the distance between you could’ve fooled you.

annoyance started to flicker within you, twirling around with the unabridged want and causing the fire to spread. you finally pull away from his kiss, leaving you breathless.

but he kept on, kissing down your neck and not even sparing a glance at you. but who could tell with the dark blue fabric wrapped around his head. a part of you envied it for a second, craving that level of closeness it shares with its holder.

there was a moment of hesitance, one so short that if you weren’t so hyper focused on him, you would’ve missed it. at first, you shook it off, opting to help him out by unsnapping your bra and sliding it off.

the second the fabric hit the floor, gojo pounced, shoving his face between your tits before enveloping one of your nipples in his mouth. you mewl at the sensation which only has him sucking a little harder before he switches to the other side.

“gojo.” you coo, trying to pull him back up so you can properly look at him. but he kept kissing your chest, leaving little marks that you’ll carry with you for the days to come.

you watch as his hands tremble slightly, the way his breathing was uneven. all of it could’ve been chalked up to the heated moment, but something told you that wasn’t the case.

“gojo. why are you acting like this? you’re not a virgin, are you?” you tease him despite knowing he’s not. a foolish attempt to cover up the insecurity on why he felt the need to keep a barrier up with you.

the words didn’t come out as gracefully as you wanted but you’d figure he’d rip your clothes off by now, flip you over, and start fucking into you like he did with the other women he used to bring over. but he could barely look at you. and it annoyed you.

“no but-“ a pause. “you kind of make me feel like one, though.” he said honestly. there wasn’t his usual overly playful lilt in his voice. instead, it was coated with something a little more serious — more raw.

“what? how?” you try to pivot so you can look at him, but he keeps you in place.

“because it’s you. the other women i’ve slept with have never made it past that, it was always just sex. but you? it’s so different, so new.”

“gojo, i-“

“please, call me satoru.” he continues placing kisses along your neck, running his lips back and forth until he was sure he covered every inch with his affection. “i’ve wanted you for so long, since the day i met you.”

“satoru,” you start, but your breath hitches as his hand starts gliding down your body, hiking your skirt up as it trails back up.

“and you just had to wear this skirt tonight.” he almost groaned into your neck, his fingers trailing up your thigh. everything felt so suffocating, like if he didn’t kiss you right then and there, you’d never recover. “always drove me so crazy because all i wanted to do was flip it up and sink my dick into you.”

“well there’s nothing stopping you now.” you tease.

and that’s all it took to flip the switch.

finally, he was a man of action, pulling back and hastily removing his blindfold so he’d let you look into his beautiful eyes. the normally bright blue color was quickly descending into a dark abyss, his pupils looking wider than you’d ever seen them — almost a little crazed.

the moment your eyes met his, you felt all the walls crashing down into a pile of rubble at your feet. the explosion was instantaneous as the sparkled ones met yours, holding nothing but a swirl of love and lust. utter devotion that he was ready to pour into you.

“been waiting for this for too long.” the words rushed out of him in a slight whine as he leaned in, melding his lips against yours in a filthy kiss that had you instantly hooking your leg around his waist.

his hands pushed you further into the bed, before it trailed up your leg to keep it in place. his clothed cock started grinding up against your core and it was already all too consuming. his fingers trailed up your legs before dancing along your inner thigh. the movement tickling you but gojo isn’t letting up from the kiss.

he pulls back for a second, his slightly sweaty forehead leaning on yours as he looks down to where his hand grazes along your cunt. your hips buck up at the sensation. gojo’s glossy lips slightly part as he rips your panties down your legs.

before you can call out in protest, he’s sliding one lengthy, lithe finger in your already sopping pussy. his focus goes back to your face as you let out a mewl, already humping his hand for more.

“you want more?” he asks, whispering against your lips. he feels your breath swirl with his but he won’t connect with you — not until he has an answer. you can only nod, moving your hips faster. “how much can you take?”

“all of it-“ your mind is already fading fast, pleasure crawling up your body with each thrust gojo’s finger gives you.

he adds a second finger and it’s all it took to have you unravel around him, clawing at his hair — his back, your hands roaming all over him to find purchase as you squeeze around his digits. he watches in awe, mesmerized by how beautiful you are.

with a slight pop, his fingers slide out of you and directly into his mouth. he groans unashamedly at the taste, eyes fluttering shut as if it would help him savor it a little more.

you move to get up, to get closer to him but he lightly pushes you back on the bed, opting to grab your ankles and hike you closer to the edge.

“i hope you weren’t lying earlier when you said you could take it all.” he unzips his pants, pulling out his leaky cock, precum already drooling off the sides. he gives it a few pumps, showcasing how long he is, relishing in the small gulp you give out. “because you’re about to get it all.”

your fingers weave themselves into the sheets as if it will ground you from the way gojo was trying to split you in half with his cock. with a soft groan, he eases the tip in. slowly pushing in, inch by inch.

even though he’s taking it slow, his whole body is screaming at him to hurry up. hell, even your body was suggesting it as you greedily sucked him in.

but it was so much better this way. the way your moans and his groans meshed together in the air paired with your warm, tight walls pull him in, had him wanting to savor this moment for as long as he could.

besides, if he pushed in like he wanted to, he’d probably cum on the spot. and since you already made a teasing comment about him being a virgin earlier — he decided it was best to hold back right now.

but then he bottomed out and he’s never heard a sweeter cry fall from anyone’s lips. tearing his eyes away from where you two were now fully connected, he trailed back up to your blissed out face.

“satoru-“ you coo up at him, reaching your arms up to touch him. “move, please.”

once your arms entangle themselves around his neck, he pulls back out. another whine fell from your mouth and had him driving back into you, thrusting like his life depended on it.

after years of repressing his feelings, of acting like he didn’t care about you even though he was pretty sure you were the reason the earth spun — he finally got to be with you. finally felt like he was good enough to have you like this, let alone touch you.

and the way you sang for him had him chasing a high he doesn’t think he’ll ever reach with anyone else. you were it for him and this just further proved that point.

“yeah, fuck, just like that.” he grunts your name by your ear, slipping closer to your body as he desperately keeps pushing into you. he needed to hear you say it, needed that validation to keep him going. “you look so pretty when you take this dick. who’s — shit — who’s fucking you so good, huh?”

“you!” you cry out, digging your fingers in his back. “you are-“

“you're so good for me, feel s’good around me, fucking made for me.” he keeps babbling as his fingers quickly reach down to twirl around your neglected nub, causing you to cry out his name again. the sound was heavenly and he never thought he’d have a chance to hear an angel sing, but here he was — blessed as can be. “this pussy is so good, best i’ve ever had. want it to be all mine.”

“it is! it’s all yours, satoru!” you hiccup, his thrusts paired with the way he was playing with your clit was sending you into overdrive. he let out a moan as you clenched around him.

burying his face in your neck, he starts to leave little love bites, sucking and licking your neck to his hearts content. he felt the familiar white hot sensation rush shoot through his body, but he’d be damned if he came before you.

“gonna cum for me, baby? need to feel you cum on my cock.” he encouraged you. “need to see your pretty face as you do it, too.”

his pretty eyes were trained on your face, and it was all too much for you. he watched as your eyes roll to the back of your head, your lips calling out his name. the way your cunt squeezed his cock had him gasping out for air.

his hips stuttered as you kept pulsing around him, trying his best to fuck you through your orgasm before he inevitably finished. your legs locked behind him, pushing him in deeper — if that was even possible.

he moaned out your name as his thighs trembled, pushing his hips flush against yours as he felt himself pump all of his cum into you. after a few final, weak thrusts, he stills inside of you. he was absolutely spent but used the last bit of his energy to caress your face, tucking his finger under your chin and bringing you in for a sweet kiss.

“there’s no one quite like you, is there?” he whispered against your lips like it was a secret he was confirming with himself. “how’re you feeling?”

“i’m good.” you almost slur, blissed out from the pleasure that was still easing itself throughout your body. he pressed his lips on your forehead before sitting up a bit.

“i’ll be back in a minute, sweet thing.” he kisses your head again for good measure as he grabs a towel from the bathroom. his eyes trail over to the tub he had in there and an idea popped into his head. he’s never done this kind of thing before, but for you? he’d do anything.

starting up the bath, he adds different oils and soaps into it. lavender wafted through his nose and once he was satisfied with the water temperature, he came back for you.

“ready for your bath?” he murmurs, scooping you up in his arms.

“you drew a bath?” you question, shock evident in all of your features. he just laughs, bringing you into the bathroom. he eases you in before getting in behind you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

“only the best for my best girl, right?” he presses a kiss against your ear before nuzzling into your neck. you let out a content hum, leaning back into his arms.

there was a quiet beat, a moment where the two of you could just enjoy the closeness together as you came down from your highs. gojo cant tell if it’s his proximity to you or the soothing scent of lavender infiltrating his mind, but it has him wanting to say those three little words he’s never said to anyone — reserving it just for you in a moment like this.

“i love you.” the words tumble out of his mouth and into your ear. he can almost feel you shiver as you take in what he just said. he didn’t feel any fear, he knew you’d say it back.

and for something he ran from his whole life, it’s never felt easier. his world shifting on his axis as you return those three words to him, finally capturing his heart and never letting him go.

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♱ ━━━━━━ 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋: 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

♱ ━━━ CONTENT: ALCOHOL, DRIVING UNDER THE INFLUENCE, CURSING, DRUNK SEX, NIPPLE PLAY, FINGERING, DIRTY TALK, TEASING, PET NAMES, HAND KINK, KINDA DOM/SUB DYNAMIC, USE OF TRAFFIC LIGHT SYSTEM, PRAISE, MULTIPLE ORGASMS, CHAN HAS A BIG DICK, KINDA POSSESSIVE CHAN, PROTECTED SEX, BEGGING, ROUGH SEX ♱ ━━━ WC: 4.4K ♱ ━━━ PAIRING: CHAN X READER ♱ ━━━ 18+ work!! minors and ageless/blank blogs DNI! you will be blocked, put an indicator on your blog somewhere that you are 18+ before interacting with this work/blog ♱ ━━━ a repost from my old blog

It was another Saturday night. Drinking, dancing with friends, thinking about going home with a hot stranger. The life of a twenty-something-year-old seemed easy. It was the party years for Y/n so she ought to enjoy them, right?

Her friends had long since found their entertainment for the evening, leaving her pretty much by herself. She’d danced with a few people, but no one seemed to catch her eye this evening. She should just leave the place. It was nearing three am now and her feet were starting to hurt in her heels.

“You here alone?” a voice came from behind her. She turned her head around to look at the man who questioned her.

Looks alone could have made her get to her knees. He was wearing an all-black two-piece suit, a couple of buttons undone on top with no tie. His dark hair was short but well-kept. Not to mention his Australian accent too.

“Not anymore,” Y/n smiled at him as he sat his glass down on the table she was standing at.

“I’m Chris,” the man offered his hand to her

“Y/n,” she told him over the music as she put her hand in his.

Chris brought her hand up to his lips and kissed her knuckles. Y/n blushed at the simple action and he noticed as he set her hand on the table with his, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles, “Did your friends leave you here all by yourself?”

“Yeah. I was just about to go home myself before you showed up.”

“Well, let me buy you a drink then?”

“How can I say no.”

Chris led her to the bar and put the drinks in before he led her over to the VIP area.

“Did you rent a table just for yourself or were you with someone else tonight?” Y/n asked as she took a seat next to him on the large sofa, his arm resting behind her on the back of the sofa

“A couple of friends were with me. They left not too long ago,” Chris admitted as one of the bottle girls came with their drinks and hurried off Chris thanked her, “I figured I’d see if I can find someone interesting before I left.”

“And did you?” Y/n questioned while she leaned forward and grabbed her drink from the table.

“Don’t know yet, I did find a beauty,” He complimented as he moved his hand to gently run up her back

Y/n took a sip of her drink and set it back on the table. She turned back to him. That smile may be the death of her tonight. His hand ended at the nape of her neck. Y/n smiled again, moving one of her legs over his lap to straddle him. Chris returned the smile as he pulled her forward, nose just barely touching. “You are interesting,” Chris growled, “I like you.”

“Do you now?” Y/n returned his flirty energy as she slid her hands up his chest

“I do. And if you keep touching me like that I’m going to fuck you on this sofa.”

“Don’t you think if someone saw us they’d kick us out?”

“Oh, baby. Someone could walk over and see you riding me and they wouldn’t bat an eye.”

“And why do you think that?”

The hand that was on the back of her neck moved to her front, taking hold of the column of her throat. He brought his lips up to her ear.

“I don't think. I know, it's my club after all. What I say goes and I get what I want.” his voice was low in her ear, making her shiver. His hand moved away from her throat and moved to the small of her back, almost on her ass.

“What do you want now?” She inquired

“I have what I want. A beauty sitting on my lap.” Chris smiled before he leaned forward and grabbed his drink off the table. Y/n moved backward as he leaned forward. She held onto his shoulders to make sure she didn’t fall.

He sat back and pushed her right against his chest. He took a sip of his drink before laying the arm on the back. “Though I do think you’d look better down on your knees.”

“You’re gonna have to kiss me if you want down there.”

“I can arrange that,” Chris smiled before pulling her down to his lips. Y/n smiled and cupped his cheeks. His lips were warm and plump, a perfect feeling. Y/n moaned against his lips as she enjoyed the feeling.

His tongue ran along her bottom lip, asking to be invited in. She gladly obliged and let his tongue slide in and explore her further. His hand moved to hold her hip whilst his tongue tangled with hers, saliva mixing before he pulled away and looked up at her.

“Let me take you back to mine, Princess?” he asked, kissing down her neck

“What happened to fucking me right here on the sofa?” Y/n laughed

“Hm. Want you all to myself first.”

“Let's go.”

Y/n got off his lap and quickly finished her drink as he stood and did the same. Placing the glass on the table before fixing his jacket.

Chris guided her through the club and out the front. Security nodded at him as the two passed. He led her over to a completely blacked-out Benz. Taking a few steps in front of her to open the passenger door.

Y/n smiled as she slid inside. Chris shut the door as she secured herself in the seat. He made his way to the driver's side and started the car. Dashboard came to life as he buckled himself in. He didn't waste a second pulling away from the curb, speeding off into the night.

One of his hands came and rested on the top of her thigh. “You bring you’re clubgoers home often?” Y/n joked

“No. You’re the first, princess,” Chris smiled as he glanced at her before looking back at the road, sliding his hand to rest just at the hem of her dress.

“Hm, aren’t I special?”

“You just might me.” Chris took a turn as he squeezed her thigh.

Minutes later, he pulled into a building's parking garage and quickly got a spot. He turned the engine off and undid his seat belt, as well as hers before getting out and coming around to her side again. Chris opened up the car door and offered a hand to her. Y/n smiled at how much of a gentleman he was. Guys like him are hard to find nowadays.

She took his hand and got out of the car. Chris was quick to pull her against him once again as he closed the door behind her. He backed her up against the car, pushing his lips onto her. Large hands gripping her hips, pulling them against his. She could feel his semi growing in his slacks and moaned against his lips.

Her hands grabbed his collared shirt, undoing another button or two before he pulled away again and picked her up. Y/n squeaked at the surprise movement and grabbed his shoulders. His hands were situated under her ass as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

The dress rode up a bit so she could feel his warm hands on her skin. He pulled her away from the car and made his way towards the elevator. Y/n used the time between the car and the lift to kiss under his jaw and along his neck. Certain spots ticked him more, making him squeeze her ass. She’d moan against his skin, slightly getting off on teasing him.

Chris pressed the up button to head up before resting her back against the wall. Pulling her head back and attacking her neck, biting and licking everywhere he could reach before the elevator opened.

He pulled her up off the wall and brought her in. Quickly pressing one of the buttons before she was back against a wall with her lips on her neck again. Her fingers gripped the back of his neck and blazer.

Chris kept a good grip on her as the elevator moved. Making out inside a moving shaft was a little more tricky, especially when you're slightly intoxicated. Y/n laughed at him a few times when he did sway.

The minute the elevator stopped he grabbed her from the wall and walked out of the elevator. She’d rarely taken in her surroundings as he walked but knew they’d walked straight into his place from the elevator.

‘He’s rich rich. Damn’ she thought as he brought her into a room and laid her back on a mattress

He stood back for a moment and tossed off the blazer before he was back on her, legs resting on his hips. Lips attacked her and their tongues quickly tangled together. His hand slid up and pushed the skirt of her dress up.

“Fucking beauty,” Chris pulled away and moved his kisses down to her neck, rolling his hips against her.

“Chris, need you in me,” Y/n moaned as her

“Hm. Eager?” Chris chuckled, hands roaming her body till he found the dress’ zipper.

He was quick to discard the fabric along with his shirt. Leaving her in her panties and heels.

“No bra?” He kissed her breasts, cupping one whilst the other hand snuck under her panties.

Y/n would have replied but the feeling of his calloused hands against her clit made every thought leave her head. Chris smiled, wrapping his lips around one of her nipples and drawing small circles on her clit.

The moans fell embarrassingly loud and quick from her lips. “Getting all fucked out from a little foreplay princess?” Chris teased as he switched breasts

“No,” Y/n moaned.

“Really?” Chris chuckled and moved his fingers down, rubbing between her folds. His fingers quickly got coated in her slick. He ran the two slick-coated fingers up and down a few times before pushing the two fingers into her

“Oh fuck,” Y/n damn near screamed from the stretch

“You like me stretching you open princess?” Chris teased more

His fingers weren't necessarily long or thick, but they were definitely a better feeling than most of the guys she’d been with. She’d lost it when she realized a moment later that he also knew how to use them. She was curious about his dicking down skills.

She was completely fucked if she was ever with someone else after him if his dick was as good as his fingers.

“God yes,” Y/n moaned as she gripped his shoulders

Chris’ thumb rubbed those small stimulating circles into her clit as he scissored her open. Her head pressed hard into the mattress as her body arched towards his. He was falling in love with the effect he had on her. He pulled away from her breasts and propped himself up to watch her facial expressions

“Gonna make a mess on my fingers for me princess?”

“Yes,” Y/n moaned as her legs tightened around his hips, “please make me come, Chris.”

“So cute when you beg,” he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, swallowing her moans. Y/n melted into the sheets under him as she finally came on his fingers. The knot snapped as quickly as it formed.

His fingers slowed down and moved to pump in and out of her rather than open her for him. “You have a safe word, Princess?”

“Traffic light,” Y/n replied

“Color?” Chris kissed her cheek

“Green.”

He slipped a third finger into her and sped up his pace, “Give me another one princess.”

Y/n moved a band from his shoulder into his hair, gripping at what she could in his hair. His lips laid against her neck. His thumb rolled circles lazily into her clit still. He pressed a little harder onto the bud and made her scream.

“Give it to me, princess.” his fingers picked up their pace. The fabric of her panties restricted his movement a bit. He half wanted to rip the fabric off of her. He could feel they had gotten a bit wet from her first orgasm.

“Faster, please. ‘M close,” Y/n moaned

Chris pulled back, fingers still thrusting into her. He pulled her panties off her legs as quickly as he could, tossing them away. He leaned over her, hand planted on the bed next to her head, and picked up his speed.

Her mouth hung open as she gripped the sheets of his bed. Body arching and shaking. Chris pushed a fourth fingering in as a train of fucks left her mouth. The sound of her soaked cunt getting fucked open on his fingers filled the room with her moans and fucked out babbling.

“‘M gonna come,” Y/n repeated, a thin layer of sweat rolling along her skin.

Chris watched her come on his finger again. He pulled his fingers out, watching the liquid flow out of her and her clench around nothing. He got down between her legs, pushing them open, and leaned in, licking a strip from her entrance up to her clit.

Y/n shivered at the roughness of his tongue on her sensitive clit. Chris smiled as he sat up on his knees. He moved her body up to lay her head on the pillows. Y/n caught her breath and eyed him. He was very well built, with a few scars on his upper body. Maybe an ex-military man turned bougie club owner?

Chris smiled at her as he undid his belt with one hand, pulling it from the slacks belt loops. Her eyes fell on the large bulge in his pants, blushing a bit thinking about the size he truly was. He kicked off the pants and dress shoes.

“Gonna keep these pretty heels on while I fuck you?” Chris asked as he leaned forward, running a hand along her calf down to her ankle

“Mhm. Take them off your princess?” Y/n teased

“Spoiled you already haven't I?” Chris laughed

Nonetheless, he undid the ability straps of her heels and tossed them to the floor. Y/n pulled him up to her lips again. Chris gladly did so as he grinded down against her, both groaning into the kiss.

Y/n ran a hand between their bodies and palmed his erection over his boxers. Chris pulled his lips away from hers and pressed his forehead into her shoulder. Catching her hand between their bodies before she moved to grab the waistband.

He sat back and pulled them down and off his legs. Finally, let his erection breathe and stand tall as he tossed the last bit of fabric onto the floor with their other clothes.

“Holy fuck,” Y/n breathed out as she eyed him in all his glory. She was screwed for anyone else after this.

“Getting nervous princess.” Chris got up momentarily, grabbing something from a bedside table and tossing it on the bed. Box of condoms

“Mm. You're hot, know how to make a girl come and use protection without being told? I might just stick around you for a while,” Y/n smiled as he grabbed a condom from the package, opening up the foil.

“Can't say I'm opposed to keeping you after tonight,” Chris replied as he rolled the rubber onto his cock before settling between her legs, pulling them up to rest her ankles on his shoulders as his hands rest under her ass. Her lower half was being held up off the bed by him.

One hand left her ass momentarily and lined his tip up with her cunt. His hands gripped her ass as he pushed into her. Y/n grabbed at his sheets as he filled her up. God, the stretch of his dick was better than his fingers. He was big, that was the only way to describe him. Not like, massively, but he was well above average. Both length and girth wise.

He took it slow, allowing her to adjust to his cock inside her warm walls. The position just made it more pleasurable. The elevation was helping him reach places that she didn’t even know she had in her. Her eyes were already rolling back when he finally pulled back and slammed into her.

“Fuck!” Y/n screamed

“So fucking warm in here. Make we wanna keep you here with me,” Chris groaned as he fucked into her

Sweat rolled down both their bodies. The room was big but it felt so hot everywhere. The sounds all mixed together: moans, skin-hitting skin, cursing, everything. This man had managed to fuck every single thought out of her head, and in an hour at that. Most men couldn’t even do that in general.

The knot in her lower stomach was back, tightening quickly as Chris’ thrusts. She was ninety-nine percent sure that he put her in this position to repeatedly hit her g-spot with his dick. And that was exactly what he was doing.

His eyes watched her every move. Her breasts bounced with his thrusts and her eyes threatened to close. Incoherent words coming from her lips. If only he could take a picture of her. She looked like an angel to him in that fucked out moment.

“‘M… come…” The words brokenly fell from her lips.

“Use your big girl words, princess.”

“Gonna come.” She stated as her hands came up from gripping his silk sheets to knead her breasts

“You wanna come on my cock now?” Chris teased

“Yes! Please… me come… cock.”

Chris chuckled at her broken sentence. He found it cute that he had her fucked out to the point she could barely speak. Part of him wanted to see her just a babbling drooling mess in his sheets.

Her walls clamped down around him and broke him from his thoughts. “Fuck, princess. Do that again and I’ll let you come on my cock,” He groaned

“Please Chrissy,” Y/n begged as her walls clamped down on him again

“Shit,” Chris picked up his pace as she came on his cock. Her body was shaking in his hands as he drilled into her, chasing his own high.

One final thrust had Chris sinking himself into her and shooting into the condom. His head tilted back to the ceiling as he sat on cloud nine. Once he got down from the ecstasy, he pulled out and set her lower body back on the bed.

“Feeling okay, princess?” Chris asked as he kissed her forehead

“Mhm,” Y/n nodded, eyes drooping closed. She was exhausted

“I’ll be right back, ‘kay?” Chris got up from the bed and took off the condom, tying it and making sure it didn’t break before tossing it in the trash. He walked out of the room and into his kitchen.

He flicked the lights on and almost got scared shit less when he saw two of his friends sitting at his bar. “What the fuck is wrong with you two?” He asked, continuing on his task, grabbing water and pain reliever for the girl in his bed.

“Why is your dick out?” Jisung asked him

“Why are you sitting in my kitchen in the dark with Bin at almost fucking five in the morning?” He retorted

“You didn’t answer you’re phone so we came over,” Changbin answered

“Yeah. You sounded busy so we figured we wait,” Jisung added

“Like fucking creeps?!” Chan yelled

“Says the one with his dick out!” Changbin retorted

“It’s my fucking place! I walk around naked all the fucking time. Sue me!”

“Pervert,” Jisung sighed

“What did you guys need?”

“I’m not talking business while staring at you’re dick man,” Changbin stated

“Then piss off? Come back later.” With that, Chan shut off the light with the two objects he came in for and walked back into the room.

She was passed out on his sheets. He set the water and medicine on the end table before going into the bathroom, grabbing a towel and wetting it before heading back over and cleaning up the mess between her legs.

She moved slightly and groaned as he finished up. “Wake up princess. Gotta drink some water and use the bathroom.” Chris whispered

“‘M tired,” Y/n whined

“I know Princess. Come here,” Chris picked her up and carried her over to the bathroom, set her down on the toilet, and gave her a minute. One night stand or not, he was still gonna take care of the girl after he pretty much blew her back out. He quickly changed the bed sheets and put fresh ones on before she called for him again

“Chris…” Y/n called

He headed back into the bathroom and cleaned her up again before carrying her back to the bed. He got her to take the medicine and water before climbing under the fresh sheets with her and wrapping his arms around her, pulling him against his chest. Going to sleep as the sun was rising.

He probably got three hours of sleep before he heard his name being yelled from his hallway. The voice belonged to Minho. He opted to get out there before he kicked the door down with Y/n still there.

He groaned and untangled himself from the girl, grabbed his boxers, and quickly got out of the room, quietly closing the door. He found Minho smiling at him. “What do you want?” He asked

In Minho fashion, he just turned and walked into the man’s kitchen. Chan followed and found the other six sitting there waiting. “Oh thank god his dick isn’t out.” Jisung sighed in relief

“What are all of you doing here?”

“Shipment got intercepted last night,” Changbin said

“Again, why are all of you here?” Chan asked again

“Because we need to figure out who the hell has our shipping schedule, old man,” Seungmin commented

“Well, you chose a shitty time.”

“That girl still here?” Jisung asked

“Yes. So fucking leave,” Chan ran his hands over his face

“So you can blow the poor girls back out again?” Changbin asked

“She as pretty as she sounds?” Jisung added

“You guys heard them?” Hyunjin asked

“He didn’t answer his phone so we showed up to figure out what was going on,” Jisung answered with a shrug

“And you call me a pervert,” Chan sighed, “Look, I will text you guys when she leaves so we can figure this out. For now, Felix, can you look into the camera footage and see if you can find the tracking for what we lost? Minho and Jeongin, go down to the dock and talk to the our guys that were on duty and anyone else.”

“What about the rest of us?” Seungmin asked

“I’m sure you guys have things to do,” Chan sighed and walked back to his room.

He opened up the door to find Y/n sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She looked over at him as he entered the room. “Where’d you go?” she asked

“A couple of buddies of mine came over. Told them to come back later,” Chris crawled back into his bed with her, “how are you feeling princess?”

“Sore,” She replied, laying in his arms after he opened them to her, “In a good way though.”

“Good enough to let me take you on a date,” Chris smiled and kissed the top of her head.

“Gonna keep me around now?” Y/n joked as she looked up at him

“You said it yourself last night, you’re my princess,” Chris leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

Y/n cupped his cheeks and kissed him back. Much softer than the kisses they had already shared. Chris pulled her on top of him, holding onto her hips as she straddled him— though it was rather short-lived.

“One more thing!” Minho’s voice came as the door flew open.

“Dude!” Chan yelled at his friend as he pulled away from the kiss

“Was I right?” Jisung jumped into the room

“You have interesting friends,” Y/n told the man below her.

“I’m about to kill them all.” Chris sighed

“I was right. She is as hot as she sounds,” Jisung smiled which made five more fill into the room. Chan did his best to hide her from their eyes but it was probably too late.

“You know, if you’re gonna take her on a date, we might as well meet her,” Changbin stated

“He’s right old man,” Seungmin added

Chris looked at Y/n, hoping she’d tell him to get them the fuck out of there. But she agreed with them. Chris groaned, “Fine, kitchen.”

The seven men made their way out of the room. Chris moved around the room and grabbed a pair of sweats for himself and one of his plain t-shirts for her. Y/n thanked him, slipped the shirt over her head and stood up. Her legs were still a bit shaky from last night, but she could walk. Didn’t stop him from picking her up like he did last night and carrying her out to the kitchen.

“Awe, he’s such a gentleman,” Jeongin teased him as Chan set her down on the counter.

Y/n looked around the room. The first thing she really noticed was that Chris’ friends were just as hot as he was. If there wasn’t a possible relationship with Chris, she’d probably give the others a chance too.

Chris introduced each of them to her, each just as nice as he was, but a little more chaotic. Y/n could tell the eight were close. Almost like brothers in a sense.

But then Y/n noticed an object hanging from Han’s side, “Is that a gun?”

Everyone stopped for a moment and looked to see who had their gun out. “Jisung,” Chris said

“Whoops…” Han’s face flushed as he fixed his coat to hide it like it was gonna take away from the fact that Y/n had seen it

“Why do you have a gun?” Y/n continued

“You didn’t tell her, did you?” Felix asked his friend

Chan shook his head, “Didn’t come up?”

“Tell me what?” Y/n looked at him.

“Uhhhh.”

Chris scratched the back of his head, trying to find the softer words to tell her that the eight guys she was hanging out with were—

“Chan’s the leader of this big underground gang and we all work for him. Why was that hard to say,” Minho said as blunt as ever.

“That’s one way to say it I guess,” Hyunjin added

“So, I fucked a mafia boss?”

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[REQUESTS OPEN]

[2.2k] summer nights, muggle gadgets and lovesick boy who just wants to see his girl again.

based off: “i want you...here...right now” + this request

“How’s summer with the Addams family?”

You rolled your eyes, even if the action was done out of fondness. “You watched one muggle show and now you’re obsessed.”

“Your family are a bunch of loonies, sweetheart, sorry to break it to you.”

Once upon a time, summer was a time to longed for. When the winter days were short, cold and miserable and when spring didn’t seem to hit the spark of sunshine and warm days you needed, it was summer where you found happiness and contentment. It was summer where those long days were spent basking in whatever sun the English weather gave you, fingers sticky with the juice of the ice lollies you’d fight your brothers for and hiding in secret nooks of the house when Walburga would stand by the staircase, red faced and angry at the trails of mud staining the expensive carpets.

But when you enrolled in Hogwarts, you realised that summer held much more than warm weather and grass-stained knees.

Because Hogwarts was a taste of freedom, a taste of the world beyond the walls of the Black household where everything was simple, quiet and nice. It was so fucking nice and it was easy to get drunk off the independence, to get lost in it before you realised it was quickly being ripped away from you.

Because that’s what summer had become. It had gone from being your salvation to your prison in mere years, and now summer was a time you despised.

Summer dragged you away from your friends. Summer threw you under the roof of your overbearing parents. Summer jammed a wedge between you and your brothers as you played the games and politics that came with living in the Black household.

Summer kept you away from James—the dirty little secret you had been keeping for the world because you were young and selfish and you loved having him to yourself, even when you weren’t really supposed to have him.

“I can’t disagree with that,” you muttered out, a huff of amusement leaving your lips as you remembered the dinner from the night before. In all honesty, you were surprised the house was still in one piece after the fights and arguments that broke out last night. Then again, it wouldn’t surprise you to find out that wards had been put in place to keep the place standing for as long as Black blood lived under the roof.

“No one’s giving you too much grief, are they?”

That was the thing about James Potter, you just weren’t sure he was actually real. Growing up with the Black surname, you had been surrounded by pureblooded wizards and witches from the moment you were born. You had dined with them, you had conversed with them and danced with them over the years. You knew what pureblooded children were brought up to be, what they were brought up to think like.

And yet, James was the living anomaly of the next generation of purebloods.

Though he was loud and arrogant and a little too up himself for his own good, he was kind and smart and managed to make you feel like the most important person in the world, regardless of who you were. James Potter cared like he was carrying the world on his shoulders and had to act on their behalf. He cared like nobody else you had ever met, and you didn’t know if that made your heart swoon or your head spin because it was just never something you had ever seen in your life.

Men like James Potter were one in a million and you had somehow managed to catch the eye of the formidable wizard.

It had been his idea to use the muggle telephones. Just weeks before you had to break for the summer holidays, he had dragged you into a broom closet with a bright smile on his face, almost rolling back on the heels of his feet. He explained everything, from the device to how it worked to how he had convinced Lily to retrieve the items so it wouldn’t be traced back to either of you.

He scribbled down his number and shoved it into your pocket, kissing you quickly goodbye before he raced off to quidditch practice, leaving you flustered and bamboozled of the man James Potter just kept proving himself to be.

Because he knew what your family was like. And he knew that you hated going home for the summer. And he knew that with your family watching your every move and magic being a hopeless endeavour because of the Ministry rules for underaged witches and wizards using magic that using muggle telephones might just be the only option you have left to talk to each other.

And he had taken that step, because he wanted you just as much as you wanted him and it made your heart swell.

“Nothing new,” you told him, fingers wrapped around the cord of the phone as you laid back on your bed, window open as the summer heat engulfed your room.

“I don’t like leaving you alone there.”

“I have Sirius and Reg,” you told him, but a part of you wanted to say you didn’t like him leaving you too.

“Sirius fucks off to the muggle world and Regulus doesn’t have a backbone yet.”

“James,” you scolded softly, though you knew he was right. You loved your brothers, loved them in the unconditional way siblings loved each other. But it was an ‘every man for themself’ situation whenever you three returned home for holidays.

Sirius would run off, not ashamed to dish out the same horrid words back to your parents when they yelled and belittled him. He would sneak off into muggle London, spends days there and would come back with treats as a form of apology for leaving you alone.

Regulus was a little different. He still held your parents in high regard, he still wanted to make them proud. He tried to be the son they wanted, tried to live up to the expectations they held for a pureblood son from one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. He would never intervene when either you or Sirius were getting scolded.

It meant a lot of the time you were left on your own during the holidays. It meant that you spent days craving to have the warmth and familiarity of the family and friends you made in Hogwarts. You were left craving the life of freedom and independence you had there.

“I’m just being honest, sweetheart. You know I mean good. I just wish I could have you here, ya know? With me.”

You smiled softly at the idea, a warm feeling settling contentedly in the bottom of your stomach. “Yeah, me too, Jaime.”

“It would be fun, don’t ya think? I could take you riding out back near the lake Mum always yells at me to stay away from. We could take a picnic, maybe steal a bottle of fire whiskey…could even watch the sunset from there.”

“Sunset, huh?” you mused, entertaining the conversation even if it stung a little, the jealousy of a reality you wish was your own. “And what about when it gets dark, Mr Potter? You gonna protect me from the monsters?”

“Maybe I have other plans when the sun goes down.”

And despite yourself, you feel your cheeks flushing at the insinuation. “Like?”

“You’re really making it difficult to be a gentleman over the phone, sweetheart.”

“Maybe I don’t wanna talk to a gentleman,” you retorted, biting back the grin that was threatening to break out on your face.

“Fucking hell, baby, you’re killing me.”

“I miss you, Jaime,” you sighed, hand resting on your stomach whilst the other clutched the phone.

“Not been taking care of yourself?”

“It’s not the same.”

You listened to the boy let out soft curses on the other side of the phone, followed by the sound of shuffling sheets and a soft thud that you could have sworn was followed by an ‘ow’.

“It doesn’t feel as good, James,” you continued as you let out a long sigh. “I miss your hands…the way you touch me…the way your mouth feels on me…the way your dick—”

“Fuck, baby, please. I want you…here…right now.”

“‘s not possible,” you murmured in response, shuffling a little to sit up against your headboard, your thighs clenched together. It was fun teasing him, getting him all worked up and bothered. But it sucked when you were left sitting there, memories of just how good he could make you feel left playing on repeat in your head.

“Maybe it is,” James countered, something quite like desire and hope lacing his words. “What if you floo’d here?”

You paused. “James, my parents—”

“—will never know,” he finished for you. “Your mum will be doing her own head in with that dinner she’s planning, and I know Sirius is away somewhere in London for the next few days. Regulus won’t even know you’ve left. You could stay here for a few days, get a break from everyone…stay with me for a bit.”

You pondered his words. “And your parents?”

“Mum loves you,” he snorted. “And Dad would probably adopt you in the drop of a hat.”

“I knew Monty had a soft spot for me,” you retorted, a small smile growing on your face as something quite like anticipation sent a thrill down your spine. Before you could convince yourself otherwise, you were grabbing a backpack and half-hazardly shoving what you needed for the sudden trip into the bag.

“You’re a weakness for all Potter men, baby. It’s all a part of your charm.”

The buzz in your veins felt like the nights you’d sneak out of your room, James’ invisibility cloak covering you as you snuck through the corridors of the school after curfew to go meet him by the Whomping Willow. The nights where you would sneak around just to spend a few hours with him, and even the nights where you would join your brother and his friends in their marauders shenanigans.

You peeked your head out the door, glancing down the hallways and straining your ears to hear if anybody was wandering the house this late at night. Less than thirty seconds later, you were bustling down the staircase and making your way towards the fireplace before any of the house-elves saw you.

“Potter Manor!”

The world swirled around you in blues and greens and reds and pinks, pulling and tugging at your limbs in every direction and making your head spin before you felt solid ground beneath your feet. You blinked, a little disoriented and the grip on your bag ironclad as you took a moment to breathe.

But before you could even step out of the fireplace, a pair of arms were wrapped around you and tugging you into a large, warm chest and something inside your heart finally settled for the first time in weeks since the holidays had started.

“I fucking missed you so much,” James’ muffled voice muttered against the top of your head, one of his hands coming up to cup the back of your head and pressing it against his chest where you could hear his heart thundering away. His other hand was already reaching for your bag, taking it out of your grasp so you could wrap both arms around him.

“You’re warm,” you murmured, enjoying the sound of your boy’s soft chuckles as he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

“That’s all you gotta say?”

“Gotta keep you humble where I can, Potter.”

The boy pulled back, enough for you to look up at him and see the grin split across his face before he leaned down, kissing you senseless like you weren’t standing in the middle of his living room where either of his parents could find you. When he pulled away, he looked down at the dazed look on your face and his smile only widened.

“C’mon,” he murmured and nodded his head towards the staircase. “Need to hide you away before Mum hogs you to herself.”

“Maybe I came here for her,” you retorted, enjoying the feeling of James taking his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers and squeezing softly as though to reassure himself you were really there.

“Don’t go breaking my heart now, baby, I’ve just planned the perfect weekend for us,” James mused playfully, glancing over his shoulder to flash you a wink before he pulled you into his room, locking his door behind him and dropping your bag on the floor.

“Hey—”

“Yell at me later,” he murmured as his arm wrapped around your waist, practically tugging your body onto the bed until you fell on his chest with a soft oomph.

“I forgot how needy you were,” you joked lightly, shuffling until you were comfortably tucked against his side.

“Just want my girl,” he grumbled, tilting your head up so he could lean down to peck your lips. “Is that such a crime?”

“Maybe to my brothers,” you countered and watched him roll his eyes.

“Please don’t bring up your brothers when I’m trying to seduce you, sweetheart,” James groaned, his arm around your body tightening.

You snickered. “I think you are wearing too many clothes to be seducing me, Potter.”

He raised his brows. “Is that a preference?”

“I would say more of a demand.”

“Well, who am I to deny my pretty girl?”

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yandere-romanticaa · 2 years

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Capitano darling being his pen pal and poor dear has no idea of his identity

I'm very sorry, I don't know if your requests are open but I can't get enough of Capitano content.

For the Harbingers, I'm open for anything. Also, @bye-bye-sunbird, come and get him! 👀😼

Exchanging letters with your mysteries pen pal became the absolute highlight of your week. You'd pour your heart and tears into the words your hand would oh so excitedly write down, sometimes even actually crying with the sheer excitement of knowing that somewhere out there, there was a person, an actual person, who cared about you. This person cared about you, they liked you, that is why they sent you their first letter to begin with. The letter itself was short, curt and simple but that did not stop you from writing back and hurriedly giving your reply to the mysterious messenger that appeared on your doorstep one fine summer morning.

Hours upon hours would be spent constructing the letters, sometimes you'd say whatever was on your mind while on other occasions you'd stop yourself and fix your choice of words, promptly going for something much more eloquent and refined, a quality that your mysterious partner seemed to exude in spades.

Their handwriting was neat, clean and proper, you imagined they must be singing papers often if they had such pretty handwriting. You would let your curiosity sway you and there were times when you wanted to know what your dear stranger did for a living but they were oddly mysterious about their occupation, which was strange considering just how intimate and open they were about other matters such as what kind of tea they drank in the morning, general preferences and hobbies, silly things like that made you even more curious about your darling stranger. You did manage to get somewhat of an answer out of them one day though, but it was still as vague as it possibly could be.

"I feel bad about hiding things from you, but to put it in the best way I can, I work for the military. That is the best answer I can give to you at the moment."

Ah, so you were talking to a military personnel? How interesting!! Again, curiosity got the better of you and you persisted with your questions, but more careful as you fared you'd offend them. You were under the impression that your dear stranger wanted to say more to you but was holding back for whatever reason.

Months flew by, almost a year, you were done holding back yourself.

It was time for everything to come out into the light, you thought to yourself.

You wanted to meet the person who made you feel so good, you wanted to see them, him, in the flesh.

It wasn't hard to decipher that the sender was a man. The smell of sharp cologne and pine wood still lingered on the letters you kept hidden in the drawer of your desk and the strong choice of words at time were a strong indication that this man was not willing to deal with anyone's nonsense, aside from indulging himself in yours.

Under the moonlight and with a flickering candle right next to you as your only light source, you wrote to him, you wrote to him your longest letter by far. Mistaking your curiosity and infatuation with the beautiful feeling of love you proclaimed your feelings to him and boldly announced that you wished to meet him, to see him for who he was.

"When you see me, I wish for you to kiss me, kiss until I am sick of it."

Never before had he replied back with such downright monstrous speed. He sent you but a piece of paper, with just one sentence on it, blood red ink sticking in your memory as you read it out loud in the comfort of your room.

"You wish is my command."

Overjoyed would be an understatement with how you were feeling at that moment. As you danced around your room while clutching the letter tightly to your chest, you never stopped to consider just how the two of you were going to meet or how he was even going to find you, let alone kiss you breathless. Alas those worries never even crossed your starstruck mind as you eagerly awaited to be swept off your feet by your Prince Charming. Living in a fairytale is charming but it would have done you well to stay intact with the real world too.

Whispers of lingering shadows and Fatui soldiers started to plague your village, several of your neighbors constantly felt the need to remind you to keep vigilant and to lock your doors at night, do not ever trust the Fatui.

Never open the doors for anyone, never.

Looking back on it, you regret spacing out in the middle of their monologues.

The seasons had passed and winter had come, a thick layer of pure white snow decorated the earth below you as the strong wind and harsh snowflakes found their way inside of your home due to the powerful wind that was bellowing all around you. A few snowflakes even managed to lose themselves inside of your clothing and hair but their icy chill was nothing compared to the large, gloved hand that lovingly caressed your chin.

Standing in front of you was a man, a man with whom you had never crossed paths with in your whole entire life. His entire aura, his being was radiating absolute control and calm. The dozen of men behind him kept their distance but it was obvious that they were ready to charge in if need be.

What was a Fatui Harbinger doing at your doorstep?

His face was much closer to your own now and it was Impossible to read him. His entire body language was rigid and firm, it left no spaces for speculations, especially the daunting mask that he wore on his face. Aside from the few strands of ebony black hair on the sides this man revealed nothing about himself to you, cornering you not only in your own house but in your own mind too.

What was he going to do to you?

A sigh escaped him, hot air came out of his mouth as he stepped closer, his feet nearly crossing the threshold of you home.

You didn't even see that you were shaking like a leaf.

"How long do you want us to stand here in the cold, dear?"

He spoke, he said something to you but your brain hardly registered it. But his next words were something you could most definitely not ignore:

"I came here to fulfill my promise to you..."

The lower part of his mask had been removed, his pale lips on full display. They hovered over your own for a few moments.

"How about we finally share that kiss?"

Before you could even think about answering, he pressed his lips on yours, claiming them for himself as he made sure to swallow every single little sound you made.

You always dreamed of living in a fairytale, of finding your own prince. But how could you have forgotten that not all fairy tales have a happily ever after?

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venusjeon · 10 months

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morning after

a l'aquelarre drabble

the morning after, you wake up convinced he regrets it.

♔ PAIRING: witch!jungkook x human!reader

♔ GENRE: magic au, angst, humour, FLUFF

♔ WORD COUNT: 0.8k

♔ WARNINGS: mentions of sex, swearing, a bit of anxiety, making out

♔ AUTHOR'S NOTE: i don't know why this has taken so long given how short and simple it is, but here's a ball of fluff for you (also known as a jungkook!)

The radiance of the sun squeezing through the blinds woke you up the next morning.

It was a softer welcome into the day than jolting awake to turn off an ear-piercing fucking alarm, but nonetheless annoying, so you turned your back on the source of light to be met with that of Jungkook’s naked one.

Last night hadn’t been a dream, huh?

You smiled against the pillow at each memory. Dancing closely at the party, holding hands on your way back, kissing under the exploding bracket lights, gasping against each other’s skin as you came… It had been perfect, and so was waking up next to him. Usually, you’d hurry to get dressed and out of the place of whatever guy you’d hooked up with to avoid the typical morning after awkwardness, but this time around there was none at all. No, you felt cosy enough to stay. You didn’t need to wonder why, the answer had been there for weeks. Because I love him.

But, in silence apart from the light breathing of both, seconds passed. And more seconds. And more, and more. And suddenly you feared he regretted it. Not the sex, which was undeniably bomb, but the fact that he’d had it with you. A girl who just happened upon his shop. It was a miracle he hadn’t realised yet there was nothing really to you, but what if he’d needed to fuck in order to work it out? You knew Jungkook wasn’t the type who’d ditch a girl after getting in her pants, but you couldn’t blame him if he didn’t know that instead of love, all the feelings that had been brewing inside him since you met translated into a lust that could be solved with a night of passion.

You began to contemplate leaving. It would make things easier if he indeed had no feelings for you; spare him the trouble of having to kick you out and make it clear that he didn’t want to date you... For the first time, you’d leave a guy’s place brokenhearted.

By Jungkook’s yawn and stretching at the other side of the bed, turns out your plan was thwarted.

Should you pretend to be asleep? You considered it in the short time it took him to turn over, but decided against delaying the blow and to get it over with as soon as possible. No need to prolong the apprehension.

Then, as his eyes fluttered open and the first thing he saw was yours, a soft smile stretched his lips still sore from your lovely abuse of them the night before, and it became ever so clear that of course this boy was in love with you. How could you doubt it? Idiot.

“Hi,” he whispered with a raspy voice you wouldn’t mind getting used to.

“Good morning.”

Jungkook’s hand shyly sought yours and held it between your bodies, caressing it gently as though it were precious and delicate—hysterical, given the force with which he’d non-stop thrust into you hours ago, but you kept that to yourself. With the passing of minutes in a comfortable silence, your eyelids became heavy, as Yoongi’s did when petted. If humans could purr, rest assured you would. Once your eyes completely shut, Jungkook took the chance to get you off guard and leaned in to kiss your cheek, making you smile.

“Sneaking up on me, you witch?”

He chuckled, “You do bite.”

Before he could get away, you buried your fingers in his silky locks and lightly pushed the back of his head close, guiding his lips to yours to bite them not too hard, but enough to rile Jungkook up, tempt him to kiss you back.

And there was the heat again. You felt it both inside, igniting each nerve in your core, and outside, as his hot breath mingled with your own. While you wondered whether it was the nearest you’d ever get to feeling magic, he was sure the addiction that had once corrupted him fell embarrassingly short of it.

Anyone would think you’d bewitched him but Jungkook didn’t care, wasn’t ashamed, gave in willingly to the effect you had on him. He wanted you to come to his shop every day and to kiss you deep as he now was. Instinctively, your legs spread and wrapped tightly around his bare torso, and Jungkook took the hint to climb on top.

Just as he was doing it, though, the door opened with a creak. A meow followed.

Jungkook broke the kiss to sigh.

“I can’t believe him,” he muttered, getting off you and failing to kick Yoongi off the bed the second he jumped on it. “Get out.” The familiar responded with a hiss. “No, you fuck off!”

“Come on, let’s play with him a little,” you struggled to say between giggles. “He’s so cute!”

“He’s a perverted cat, is what he is.” Jungkook didn’t hesitate to get up—a great sight, given he was naked—and drag Yoongi out to the living room, despite his attempt to cling to the sheets by the claws. Closing the door behind him, Jungkook rushed back to the bed and on top of you. “Besides,” he whispered in a low voice that gave you goosebumps, “I want to play with you alone.”

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satorubi · 1 year

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# ON CAM ! — eren jaeger

ꕤ SYNOPSIS — you and your boyfriend discover voyeurism.

— • content warning - voyeurism, f!reader, dom! eren, sub! reader, praise & degrading mixture, reader finds out that she’s a squirter :0, eren and u have matching tats, slight choking, a little bit of tongue fucking & fingering, oral, missionary, breeding, mating press, use of pet names such as ꒰ baby, slut, princess ꒱ aftercare.

— • notes — bruh. i feel like this is SUPER long and i apologize for that but my mind just kept running. i hope u all enjoyyy!! reblogs and feedback are always greatly appreciated <33

“wait—so you wanna’ film us fucking?”

the emerald-eyed boy looked down at you with a quirked brow as you showed him a rather inappropriate video on your phone. you couldn’t quite read your boyfriend’s face. he looked confused— yet intrigued and by the looks of his pants, maybe even a little turned on.

“well, yes. but we most definitely don’t have to if you don’t want to. i don’t know— i just thought maybe it’d be kinda fun or something.“ you ramble, worried of what your boyfriend might be thinking of you. in all honesty, you didn’t really think eren would be into this — eren liked what he liked and your weren’t exactly sure that this was his sort of ordeal.

“what, you wanna’ be my lil’ pornstar or something?”

you giggle, the title going through your ear and down to your panties. eren placed a small kiss on your forehead before disappearing into your bedroom. curious, you trail behind him like a lost puppy. no little after your new found discovery, your boyfriend could be seen setting up his phone on the dresser at angle to where the mattress was in perfect view.

“what’re you doing ren’?” you inquire, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“you wanted to make a movie right? let’s make one.”

to say you weren’t nervous would be a lie. yes, this was your idea, but you didn’t actually think he’d do it — nor even consider it, but eren always seemed to prove you wrong.

“c’mon, don’t chicken out on me now, pretty.”

“i’m not!” you fight, folding your arms, “just didn’t think you’d actually wanna’ do this with me.”

the led lights stripped across your wall shined a light pink color as eren inched his way over to you. you could feel the callouses on his hands as he moved them from your shoulders to your cheeks, cupping them in his hands before whispering, “let’s put on a show,” onto your plump lips.

you gave into the kiss, and how could you not? it was impossible not to when his hands were now gripping and mounding at the flesh of your ass, the shorts that covered your bottom doing no justice. he had you damp from just a few simple kisses because when eren kissed, he kissed passionately, groaning and moaning into your mouth as your tongues danced in sync. his sounds only made your insides churn.

“get on the bed, baby— wanna’ taste you.”

you followed his orders without hesitation, laying your back against the cool silk bedspread and spreading your legs as wide as you could. without warning, a harsh slap to your thigh causes your head to lift, your eyes squinting over at eren who had a stern look on his face.

“flip over and arch your back. you know how i like to eat it.”

you quickly did as you were told, turning onto your tummy and perking your ass up high in the air for his appeal. he stared in awe as your cheeks jiggled from your adjustment. no matter how many times he’s seen it, he’ll never get over your ass — the way it ripples when he fucked you from behind. or the stretch marks that you’ve gotten over time. or maybe it was the matching tattoo of his small initials on your right cheek— yours being on his v-line.

yeah, that last one was definitely his most favorite.

“ren’ please do something— i need you,” you whine, inching your ass back in hopes to tempt him enough to get started already. you hated when he did this— teasing you. he knew how badly you ached for his touch, but you were just so cute begging for him like this.

“relax,” he grunts, lowering his body down to be leveled with your dripping cunt. you could feel his small breaths against your core, sending a chill down your spine. finally, after what felt like forever, eren’s rough hands gripped your cheeks, spreading them apart to get a clear view of your gushing opening.

“pussy’s so fuckin’ pretty,” he says, voice being muffled as he digs in. his tongue lapped at your folds before he entered it in and out of your hole, the cold metal of his tongue piercing causing you to flinch at the feeling. he smiles into your pussy as he ate at you like you were his final meal, your moans and whimpers encouraging his performance.

“oooo—fuck! eren, yes—you’re so good at that, baby.”

he must’ve liked your praise, because as soon as the words fell from your lips, eren’s tongue seemed to pick up speed. you began to move and grind your cunt onto him, fucking his face as your ass cheeks smothered him. for a brief moment, eren didn’t move his mouth an inch, allowing you to fuck yourself as you pleased — using his tongue as your toy.

“aah. ren’ oh my— shit! m’ cumming. m’ cumming.” you yelp, earning a long groan from eren that sent vibrations to your core— only making your orgasm approach quicker. something felt different about this feeling. you had a sudden urge to pee rather than cum and in fear, you begin to run away from your climax.

but eren wasn’t having that. not one bit.

his long arms extended outward, grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your back before sticking his middle and index finger deep into you, “wait— wait, wait, wait. i don’t know ren’— i feel like i’m gonna—“

“what? gonna’ make a mess?” he taunts.

“ren’ please.”

“it’s okay, baby. ill clean it up. i’ll clean it all up. go ahead, make a mess for me.” he continued to encourage you all while using his free hand to push down on your belly, making your orgasm come at a meaner, faster pace than usual as you stared at him with pleading eyes. you watched as he mouthed the words ‘cum for me’ and as if it were on cue, your pussy clamped around his fingers.

“yes, yesss. good girl,” he purrs, jolting his hand in and out of you until you could only see white spots around the room. once you gathered some sort of consciousness back, you looked down between your legs, eren slowly removing his fingers from your hole with a mixture of your juices and his salvia all over them.

“damn, i didn’t know you could do that,” he laughs.

“neither did i.”

you smiled and opened your mouth without him having to ask, your way of asking him to taste yourself. without another thought, eren stuck his soaked fingers inside of your mouth as your lips closed around them.

“mmh,” you moan.

“you taste good, huh?”

you nod, “think you can make me do that again? it felt s-so good ren’.”

“you don’t even have to ask. ima’ do that anyway,” he smirks, leaning down to kiss at your neck as he positioned himself above you. there wasn’t a single moment of clarity before he had you spread for him again— your legs on either side of your head as he gripped at your breasts. as eager as he was to finally feel you, he needed a moment to bask in all of your glory.

you were so beautiful like this — spread and open for him and only him to see. every time the two of you fucked, the only thing he could think about was how lucky he was to have you. it was more than just the amazing sex — it was like a sense of euphoria that couldn’t be achieved with anyone else but his pretty girl.

“eren, i need you, baby. please— fuck me.”

at first, eren had an intention of teasing you the whole night, but that idea quickly faded the moment he entered his cock into the warmth of your pussy. he stroked slowly, in and out at a gentle pace to get you use to the feeling of him splitting you open.

“ah— shit. you’re so tight. every fuckin’ time,” he grunts. everything around him seemed to be drowned out by your whimpers and whines. by now his strokes had picked up. the gold anklet on your foot hung by his ear as he pounded into you, his tip kissing at your plushy cervix.

it was a mix of pleasure and pain. the feeling of your pussy being filled to the brim with his length. he’d never fucked you like this before — like he needed you. just when you thought you couldn’t possibly fall more in love with him, he quickly debunked that theory.

“god— look at the way you’re squeezing me. you’re unbelievable. you like being fucked on camera, huh? give em’ a smile, slut.” he teases, his upper lip turning into a grin as he moved his hands to squeeze at your neck— your mouth producing strained moans from the back of your throat.

“eren, m-more please. i need you deeper. i wanna’ feel it here,” you say, hand moving down toward the pudge of your stomach. before you could say another word, eren pulled completely out of you. you groan from the empty void that was once stuffed full of him.

“nnngh— put it back. s-stop ren’.”

he chuckles at you, slapping his tip all over your clit before pushing your thighs all the way back onto your chest. now, he was directly on top of you, the weight of his body keeping you against the mattress. by the look on his face, he was determined and you knew this position all too well.

mating press. he was fucking you in a mating press.

this was a bit shocking. usually eren avoided this position, claiming that ‘it made him bust too quick’. but with the way you were sucking him in, he wanted nothing more than to paint your fluttering walls white.

“gonna’ take this dick for me right?” he asks, rubbing his tip against your cunt. you wrapped your arms around your knees to keep them against you as you nodded, eyebrows furrowed and lips formed into a cute little pout. eren’s cock twitched as he grabbed ahold of it in his hand, guiding himself in inch by inch until you were completely full.

“oh my fucking god— eren, shit! you exclaim, your moans were almost as loud as the sound of his balls slapping against your ass. his pace was slow, hard, but slow — just how you liked it. the feeling of his veiny cock sliding in and out of you was a feeling you’d never grow tired of.

“this what you wanted? hm, princess? who knew you w-were such a slut?” he asks, voice a bit shaky. you knew he was trying his hardest not to completely fall apart and he looked so good like this — sweat glistening on his skin, his man bun falling apart at the seams and small whimpers escaping his lips that he hoped you didn’t hear — so pretty. so yours.

“you feel so good around me. pussy’s a fuckin’ dream, y/n. i could stay here forever, baby,” he shakes in head in disbelief, eyes traveling down to look at the heaven between your legs. cream formed around the base of his dick and even then— he could feel you getting ready to coat it again.

“r-right there, eren. please, please, don’t stop.”

he hit the same spot over and over again while whispering a breathy, ‘right here?’ that’s when your eyes batted shut, the volcano in your tummy about to erupt— and eren felt it too, both of your orgasms approaching at the same time.

“shit baby, m’ gonna cum. can i cum in you? hm? make you my lil’ cum slut?” he grunts, pieces of his hair falling to to the front of his forehead, the built up sweat making it stick.

“yes! yes, yes, yes. i’m yours, please! fuck— cum in me eren. i wan’ it.”

with a few more thrusts, eren was there and so were you. his strokes became disorganized and his groans gradually got louder as he buried his head into your neck.

“m’ cumming’ y/n— fuck! baby, aah.”

the creamy sound of your cunt milking his cock was the only thing eren heard before he spilled into you. every grunt, moan and whimper filled your ears as you let your head fall back onto the pillow below you, eren still rocking into you to finish you both off. at this point you were too overstimulated to speak a word— your silence concerning him a bit as he came down from his his high, breathing hard while slipping out of you gently.

“was everything okay? i didn’t hurt you did i?” he asks, a look of worry plastered on his handsome face as he rises from the bed to grab his phone, pressing the red ‘end’ button on the screen.

oh right, you were recording.

“you were perfect ren’, like always,” you assure, your eyes slowly closing as you attempt to recover from the last few minutes. you could feel a small kiss on your cheek and a tap on your thigh before hearing the faint sound of your bath tub running. you could’ve sworn you’d fallen asleep until you felt the warmth of wash cloth being rubbed up and down your skin — eren wiping away the mess between your thighs.

“guess we gotta’ try something new more often?” he jokes.

you laugh and peck your boyfriends lips, “i guess we do.”

with that being said, you let your boyfriend scoop you into his arms, finishing the night off by carrying you bridal style to your awaited bath.

#eren x fem!reader #eren yeager smut #eren x black reader #eren x you #aot #i can’t get him out of my mind #saaturnowrites #snk eren #snk

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wedding gift for "dad"

I feel terrible about how things turned out for me and my son David, but there is nothing I can do now. All I can do is live the life David always wanted for himself and his husband, Andrew.

I met Andrew when he was just a little boy who used to come every afternoon to play with my son David, the two of them were inseparable so much that I came to consider Andrew as the second son I never had, the years passed, and I saw how Andrew and David became men, until that moment I never believed that there was more than friendship between them, they were always so fanatical of spending their afternoons training in the gym until long hours of the night, studying in long sleepovers that lasted all weekend week and rehearsing their choreographies for the dance club they were both enrolled in. I guess I should have seen the signs.

10 years ago while the whole family was together and David was next to him, he decided to tell us the truth, they had been secretly dating for so long that I almost choked on a mouthful of my wife's delicious meatloaf, they all seemed quite happy at that moment everyone except me.

I was so stupid back then that at that moment, I decided that the man in front of me was not my son anymore, I started treating him differently, I cut myself off from him and Andrew completely, damn it! I even felt sorry that everyone on our street knew about it before I did. I'm 59 years old, in my day all that shit was kept secret, of course there were gay people, but I never thought David would be one of them.

For the good of the family I decided to just ignore David, but when he and Andrew came to my house with an invitation to their wedding I just couldn't help myself anymore, I told David that I didn't agree with his lifestyle and if he wanted to be gay had to be done outside this house and forever, I wouldn't attend the wedding of two fagots, let alone let someone from my family know about it.

From that moment I did not see David or Andrew again, until their wedding day, I was alone at home watching the football game on television, my wife had betrayed me and left me alone to go to the wedding from David and Andrew, I drank a six pack of beers just to forget today's wedding, but while you were watching the game something strange happened, I don't know if it was the effect of the beers or maybe the strange wish that my son made, I swear that In a simple blink that I lived in slow motion I was transported from the comfortable sofa in my house to a hotel room.

I looked around surprised because my living room had become an elegant room on the twelfth floor of a hotel, believing that I was in an extremely realistic dream, I looked at my hands, they were no longer old and wrinkled, now they were firm and young, my clothes I had also changed instead of a dirty tank top that highlighted my huge belly and yellowed boxer shorts I was now dressed in a fancy tuxedo, I looked down in surprise that my belly didn't obstruct my vision to see my feet which were now in a pair in elegant black shoes.

-This must be a dream…-

I said out loud and startled by the sudden change in the tone of my voice, something seemed familiar in that voice, but I didn't know what it was, I decided to believe that I was in a lucid dream thanks to all the pain that I normally suffered in my back and on my knees they disappeared, with my long and firm fingers I held my hard and firm pectorals, even the sensations on my skin were different and for some reason my nipples were also much more sensitive.

I kept using my fingers to highlight each of my muscles, I continued down towards my chiseled abs, surprised to find myself with the hardness of my muscles instead of a grotesque round belly, I looked to the sides trying to find a mirror, so I could see myself better, and luckily I found one that was on the other side of the huge hotel room.

When I first looked at my reflection, I immediately recognized the face that was now mine.

-AHHH!!!-

Indeed, that was not my face, it was the face of my son David, I fell backwards terrified by the impact of seeing my son again and at the same time knowing that I was him, I remained silent for a whole minute making movements slowly while crawling to the mirror my eyes did not take off for a single second from the reflection in the mirror that imitated each of my movements.

As I knelt in front of the mirror, I examined my son's mature handsome face, his perfectly trimmed beard, his whitened teeth, and his hair which I had recently painted black.

-What the fuck is… This?-

I caressed my new face while making strange expressions with my son's face in the mirror, to verify that it was me who was there. Suddenly, from the other side of the room, the ringing of a telephone made me wake up from hypnosis in who was submerged while looking at my face.

I stood up and awkwardly walked to the phone now that I was aware of the vast difference between my obese body and the young body of my gay son.

Before I had the phone in my hands I looked at the number, immediately recognizing it was the number we had had in the house for years, less and less convinced that this was a dream, I picked up the phone and simply answered it.

-He-hello?-

For five long seconds that seemed like an eternity the phone remained silent, a hoarse and thick voice broke the silence in which we were.

-Dad are you?-

-Who speaks? David? for the love of god what's happening?-

-Oh shit! If you are the one in my body, I… I'm sorry, I think this is my fault.-

-David, where the hell are you? and where am i? why is this your fault?

I had to sit down for the long conversation we had that day, he doesn't know exactly what happened, he was just getting ready to go down to the reception and be on his wedding day, but it seems an unexpected gift arrived, from out of nowhere a mysterious gift appeared on the floor, it was in front of the door so I guess it was a gift from her future husband or maybe the reception had sent them something in gratitude for renting the ballroom, the gift box was simple and it only had a name on it.

From: Mr2 Swap

He thought the gift was a mistake, that it simply wasn't for him and one of the hotel workers had got the wrong room, but for some reason he couldn't leave the gift unopened, it was almost as if he was calling him .

When he finished dressing, the gift was still there and David could not resist the supernatural curiosity that invaded him, he took the gift in his hands and opened it, he was not expecting anything specific, but what the box contained surprised him, it was a simple golden ticket

"Valid for one wish"

David looked everywhere, but there were no more letters or signs of who had sent the ticket.

-A wish huh?… I just wish dad was here to see how I get married-

And after that we both woke up in each other's place, while there Disney was counting all this madness I looked everywhere even under the bed, but there was no ticket not even a gift box it was like after his wish was fulfilled would have vanished.

While I was still looking for some clues as to where that strange gift had gone, my wife also dressed in an elegant dress entered the room, as soon as I saw her I knew that she had to find out what had happened to me and David But the words wouldn't come out of my mouth no matter how hard I tried I couldn't say a single word about the exchange or about the real David now being drunk in my body thousands of miles from here.

-the wedding planner is waiting for you son, if you take longer on the phone, we will have to postpone dinner-

Caught by the magic of the ticket, I act exactly as David did, I took one last look in the mirror and with a smile I fixed my hair, I definitely wouldn't act like this in a situation like this, but David's personality was so dominant in to my mind that now that so much time has passed since then I can't believe that I actually married another man.

I drank a couple of drinks to ease the tension but as soon as I saw Andrew for the first time through my son's eyes it was like seeing him for the first time, he was a bit taller than me he had a lovely smile and had a body so fucking hot in that body hugging black suit that a boner formed when I kissed him in front of my family and David and Andrew's friends

I will never forget my first kiss with Andrew, his lips were firm but soft, his tongue was so wild that I was carried away by the intoxicating taste of his saliva and that slight taste of champagne, with his long and strong arms he caressed my round butt giving me a prelude to what would be my wedding night, the grip on his fingers dug into the meat of my ass like teeth, in my old life I never allowed myself to be weak, but now I enjoyed my newly husband's manipulations.

By the time the wedding ended I was drunk enough to let myself go, the real Andrew noticed my nervousness a bit, but he thought it was just the nerves before the wedding, I hadn't seen my son or Andrew in years, I knew what enough for the time we were together and for what his mother said to convince him that I was the real David.

Hours went by and it got darker and darker, when all the guests had left and me and Andrew went up to the room, the real performance began, the second we walked through the door immediately Andrew took my hands and he tossed me onto the bed like I was a wild animal I stripped naked revealing my son's years worked muscles, my heart was pounding like crazy as I watched Andrew take off his shirt in front of me, I had seen Andrew shirtless a lot of times when I was in my old body, but now it was very different.

As if they had a life of their own my hands began to adore Andrew's massive hairy pecs, I pinched those nipples that were in front of me and buried my face in the middle of his pecs, the smell was delicious, sweat, and a slight scent of champagne spilled on his shirt, Andrew seemed to be enjoying it even more than I was, his moans that must have seemed repulsive to me before now only turned me on more and more as he released one.

Andrew I can't contain myself for another second he took me by the waist and turned my body so that I was lying face down towards the bed, my legs settled as if they knew exactly what was happening, I arched my back and lifted my ass to display it in front of Andrew, this time the moans that filled the room were my own.

Andrew had plunged his face into my ass and with the same ferocity that he had desecrated my mouth he did with my anus, even though he had magically acquired the personality of my son David, all the sensations will be new to me, and my God. , what fucking incredible sensations!

As he used his tongue to please me with his strong, calloused, firm hands, he took my penis and began to masturbate it, for a straight man and I have done the old-fashioned like me all these pleasurable sensations were incredible.

But neither me nor Andrew were satisfied, Andrew stuck his tongue out of my hairy ass and slowly inserted his cock inside me, it was a painful sensation, but somehow familiar and pleasant, he fucked me so hard that day that surely we didn't let sleep to the people in the next room.

He was so drunk and so tired that day that I didn't realize when he had put me to sleep, and when I woke up to the rest of Andrew, I almost fell out of bed. Immediately, all the memories of the day before came to mind. I got out of bed as quietly as possible, took the phone and unlocked it with Andrew's face, it had 58 calls from the real David.

I changed into a pair of my son's tight revealing underwear and went into the bathroom, called David and told him everything that had happened that night, completely avoiding that Andrew and I had fornicated.

It was strange hearing my son cry in my old voice, but there was nothing I could do to comfort him, I just promised him that he would try to figure this out and not ruin his life or his new marriage.

Since that day I have been pretending to be David, every day is something new and to be honest it is exciting, thanks to my new personality I was able to fully adapt to David's gay life the new ideas did not seem disastrous to me as they would have seemed to me in my Old body, I always thought my son was a model or something, I soon found out that he and Andrew were the best strippers in the city where we now live, we had loads of money, I never thought fagots would pay so much just to see me dance, having fun, kissing and stroking my husband's cock in public.

It's been three years since then, Andrew and I have a nice house that we remodeled, a lot of savings in the bank, and we recently started an OnlyFans account as a couple, and he never suspected that she married her boyfriend's father.

Actually no one ever found out about the body swap, that's still our secret between me and David, and speaking of David we talked again after the swap, he has a hard time adjusting to his new life as a bigoted middle-aged man, all those stupid ideas that used to be in my head are now in hers but I think she's adjusting to her new gay son.

It's a bit hard to admit, but I prefer my new life, so I'll try not to open a mystery gift from Mr2 swap again.

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multi-fandom-imagine · 2 years

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Prompt: 15: Christmas shenanigans under the tree, if you know what I mean.

Character: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

Fandom: Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare ii

Warnings: soft sex, teasing, lots of after care, cock warming.

A/n: I apologize if this sucks

Simon used to hate Christmas, hate the Holidays. He tends to bury himself in his work, on missions but that seemed to change when he meet you. A simple civilian that he ended up saving while on a mission, one of the hostages he saved during the events with Hassan. You were stubborn, demanding to see the man that saved your life and to stop Soap’s teasing he obliged your little wish.

But that one meeting lead to a date, which lead to taking your calls, reading your letters, to you finally dating the man. Simon was surprised how easy it was to fall for you, while you were kind you were still that stubborn woman he saved. He couldn’t even understand why you loved him. He knew he did not have the best personality, he could be cold and most people couldn’t handle his dry sense of humor but you did which is why he was going to ask you to marry him.

“Simon?”

Quickly snapping the ring case closed the man shoved it onto his pocket as he turned to face you. “Yes love.”

“Are you okay? You were jus-.”

“I’m fine.” He stated quickly then stepped close eyeing your festive sweater, the man hoped you were at least wearing a pair of shorts. He wasn’t going to be able to focus if this was going to be the only thing you were wearing.

Stepping close he placed his hand on your hips, and of course you were only wearing your panties. A small growl, his brown eyes darkening with lust as his fingers moving to your panties. “Such a naughty girl you are Y/n.”

“Whatever do you mean Simon.” You did your best to act innocent as your fingers trailed across his chest.

“I think you know exactly what you’re doing.” He muttered watching you pull away, a smile dancing on your lips as you laid down by the Christmas tree.

“Are you going to do something about it then?” You hummed raising the sweater higher to show off more of your skin.

“Darlin, you will be screaming my name by the end of the night.” Ghost knelt down as he pinned you to the floor.

Rubbing your fingers through his brown hair you hummed keeping the smile on your face. “You look so sexy Simon. I hate that you have to cover up such a handsome face.”

A small chuckle escaped his lip as he nuzzled into your neck, his teeth grazing the skin. “Darlin…you and a handful of people that get to see my face.”

Rather pleased you pulled him in for a kiss, your leg wrapping around his hip feeling him straining against his jeans, his fingers slowly tugging your panties off your body. His finger brushing your slick entrance before he started to unbuckle his pants forgetting about the ring. Grabbing his dick, he slowly jerked himself off watching you bite your lip. “Simon…you can’t tease me like this.”

Shaking his head he then captured your lips in for another kiss as he slowly pushed into your warmth, your pussy stretching around his cock. The man groaning into your neck. The sweater you wore pushed up past your breasts as he started to thrust, his hand on your hips.

Letting his tongue glide over yours his free hand slowly messaged your breast. Sex with Simon was always different. Some nights it was passionate, rough, just holding you close. Other nights it was quick, right before he had to leave or the moment he got home from a mission having the need to just be in your arms.

But right now he was going to take his time, he was going to make sure you felt every thrust. Every touch and movement of his. Simon was going to make you a sobbing mess. Breaking the kiss kept his movement slow, his thumb slowly gliding around your nipple.

You whined turning your neck, giving Simon the chance to nip and suck at the skin.His names falling from your lips as your rose your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Simon.” Your fingers tugging his hair.

A growl escaped his lips, pulling his hips back, his cock slipping from your warmth. The tip of his cock teasing your entrance then thrusted back into your pussy.

Your teeth sinking in your lips, the twinkling of the lights from the Christmas tree seeing you make the scene more romantic.

Though a cry suddenly left your lips as you felt his thumb tease your clit. You could feel your orgasm getting closer to the edge though it took one thrust for him to hit your sweet spot, your organs testing through your body. Simons hands clutching your hips tightly to stop your body from spasming.

Simon nuzzled into your neck, the feeling of your walls clutching his cock pulled him closer to his own release. Your lips wrapping around his hips pulling him closer, deeper into your pussy and with one more thrust the man was cumming as he coated your walls. Your name leaving his lips as his thumb ran gentle circles around your hips.

Staying within you, Simon turned to his side as a whimper left your lips. He placed a kiss to the side of your head then grabbed your left hand kissing it gently.

“Do we have a reason why your dick is still in me?” You teased glancing at him over your shoulder which the man kissed.

“Feel to good to leave, gonna have to stay like this for awhile..don’t make the rules…sorry.” He muttered though you knew he was smiling.

Biting back a yawn you closed your eyes as he let his thumb run over your ring finger. “Y/n….marry me?”

“What?” You gasped though his hand kept your hips in place.

“Don’t move, I have a ring in my pants pocket…but please give me an answer.” He whispered in your ear, you never expected him to sound so desperate.

Feeling tears spring to your eyes you grabbed his hand kissing it. “Yes Simon, I’ll marry you.”

Relaxing, he let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you Y/n, thank you.”

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brickd-up · 5 months

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Simon Riley x Reader

WARNINGS-NSFW, fluff ,established relationship, domestic, smut, Needy Simon, not proof-read(yet)

Authors Note- So, sorry about the abrupt ending but this is gonna have a part 2, i still don’t know how exactly to elaborate on the actual “part” ifyk what I mean. This is my first time writing him and my second time ever writing smut so I’m still trynna figure out his characters. But enjoy, also I’ll take any tips given and yeah

Simon had always struggled with physical contact. Not that he was repulsed by the idea of you touching him or anything. He had just gotten so used to being alone all the time, always on deployment, on missions or on base. And then he met you.

It wasn't overnight though, he wanted to make sure he was treating you with respect. He normally let you initiate things. He was more than glad to watch you come along, that little needy glint in your eyes. You'd walk towards him hugging his midsection then looking up at him with a cheeky smile, and he’d melt from the attention. He would start things every so often ,but most often you couldn’t wait and just gave in and touched the man(me too).

With that in mind, you decided to mess with Simon, a little game of yours. You decided not to touch him just to see what he would do. So you’d gone about your day, keeping responses simple and keeping glances to a minimum.

It had been 7 whole days, and Simon noticed. He adored how clingy you were. He could tell you weren’t mad and he tried to brush it off, but he was getting restless. He lounged around all day doing the little things he knew you loved. Even wearing one of the black t-shirts that you always obsess over whenever he wears it. And of course you noticed, the large man walking around with his wide shoulder and back muscles that were just waiting for you to trail your hands over. You were getting needy and worse you started ovulating. But Simon’s patience was starting to run thin

He kept looking at you and you could feel his eyes roaming your body all day.

Which cuts to where you were now. You had taken a quick shower wearing one of his shirts and a pair of shorts to lounge around the house and were now making dinner. But Simon kept lingering, and you held back a laugh as he tried to small talk, eventually moving to stand right next to you and start playing with the over sized hem of shirt you were wearing. He stood there silently just glancing at you with a glint in his eye while his fingers danced right over your skin, and somehow you were managing to stay strong and not meet his gaze. And he couldn’t take it anymore. The poor man just needed your touch

He covered his face with his hands, sliding them off with a deep sigh. Weird. But of course you couldn’t give up, so you didn’t look up at him. Then you feel the warmth of his hands enveloping your front. The large man had placed himself right behind you, hugging you from behind and placing his chin on your shoulder

You chuckle as he slowly rocks from side to side and you stayed like that for a minute, until he let out a curt “why haven’t you been talking to me?” He says placing small kisses on the side of your neck. You were ready to melt in his touch but you just couldn’t resist, so you gave him a playful shrug and continued cooking. “C‘mon pretty” he says running his hands up and down your sides, lightly gripping the plush of your hips and waist. And fuck were you already struggling to stand straight, the heat from his touch seeping into your skin sending your brain into overdrive.

“Aww , just talk to me yeah?” He says in a deeper more needy tone “Can feel ya getting hotter and your face is getting red” he says placing a playful bite on the skin of your neck. Hands moving to feel up your chest under the thin fabric of his shirt

“Simon, I’m still coo- ” but you’re cut off by a pinch to your nipple, just hard enough to send a shiver up your spine that shoots back down to your core. “C’mon , I know you’re not mad at me love.” He says taking a pause only to trail kisses up your jawline “So why don’t’cha just let me hmm?”

“I never said I was mad” you say breathlessly as he places both his hands on either one of your thighs pressing them back so your ass to meet his bulge. “What’s got you so needy anyways?” You say with a shaky voice ,placing a hand on the counter to hold yourself up from the attention. You could feel his breath on your neck and the grip of his warm hands on your thighs. His body was pressed against yours, and you tried kinda to escape his grasp, but the firm hold only shifted your hips to grind back on his growing member.

“Just wan’ touch’ya” he says placing another kiss on your cheek. “C’mon love, you know you wanna give in” He says turning you around so he can look at you. And his view was enticing. His pretty girl, flushed and embarrassed trying to avoid eye contact, hair still damp from the shower. Arms crossed over your chest and you finally meet his eyes. That look you gave him, damn near shameless and you tried hold back a laugh as you shake your head slightly seeing the humor in the situation.

“You know what” he states and before you can even ask he basically manhandles you, picking you up and placing you over his shoulder, his hand rests right under your ass as he starts walking towards your shared bedroom.

“Simon the food!” You playfully exclaimed, softly kicking your legs and hitting his back as your face dangled behind him “I turned it off when you were distracted” he says because of course he did. You didn’t need to see the smirk on his face, because you already the man was irking to tease you.

In just a few short strides for him at least you entered your shared bedroom and he did not hesitate to drop you damn near throw you on the bed, making you bounce a bit. And before you could even react ,you feel his lips crash against yours.

The man was starving for your touch, so of course he wan desperate. His weight trapping you as you felt him trace your arms only to lace your hands with his. The hungry kiss only intensified by the warmth emanating off him. He had initially broke the kiss to catch his breath, but when he saw you under him like that. Fuck the man’s brain damn near blew a fuse. Looking up at him with your pupils blown from lust, eyes glossy from need. Lips puffy and red, the lingering taste of your lip balm, and your hair messy. He thought he was in heaven.

“Aren’t ya just the prettiest thing ever?” He says pulling himself up to get a better look of your figure under him, running a hand from your jaw all the way down the hem of his shirt on you. And of course he traces your body till he’s softly kneading your tits in his hands. You shiver, wrapping your legs around his waist

“I bet if I touch ya, you’re- fuck, already all wet for me. “ he says in that rough accent of him and gives you a taunting look. The man was basically worshipping you. Tracing your body with his big hands, running them over your curves like he needed to memorize every dip of flesh.

“Bet you were so needy tryn’to ignore me” he says taking your thighs in his hands and positioning himself between his legs. He’s such a tease, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs, squeezing at the soft parts of the flesh. His is always filthy in these moments, shifting between cocky remarks and gentle praise laced with enough shameless degrading to make your brain sputter. “You’ve never waited this long darling” only to press his growing bulge right up to your clothed pussy. That devilish smirk of his plastering onto his face as you grind down onto him, pouting from need. “Greedy thing” he mutters under his breath as he crashes his lips onto yours again.

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judysxnd · 8 months

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Proofs that Pedro Pascal & Y/n Y/l/n are dating, (part 4)

I didn’t know you wanted more of those! Someone left a comment they wanted to have more of those so, you asked and you shall receive! (Idk how to answer to someone when it’s a repost, so I didn’t answer, sorry!) I sound like an old person 😂

I struggle a little to keep a good schedule when it comes to writings, because I was very focused on doing the requests more than writing my own ideas.

Also I think I didn’t really keep doing them because it was becoming the same things, like I don’t have a lot of imagination when it comes to going out and stuff. It was always going to a coffee shop, simple tasks (it shows how bad my life is)

I think this one will be related to the request I got about Pedro x reader on a beach vacation. I will follow that one. The dates here are the same ones of my beach vacation. I follow reality too much!! Ok byyyyye

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21.08.2023, at 1:07pm

Y/n posted an Instagram story of her in the car, and then she showed Pedro driving, but more dancing behind the wheel. They had music playing rather loudly. She captioned “6th hours on the road but it’s going pretty good”. They seemed to be headed somewhere together, somewhere far, or they had traffic. We can’t know for sure. But we missed seeing them together!

22.08.2023, during the day

They were seen multiple times walking around in a small city, which yes is far away from where they are usually seen. They were also spotted eating at a restaurant. It looks like they are on a vacation. But.. friendly vacation? Hm, to be continued..

23.08.2023, around 4pm

Pedro and Y/n were seen at a beach. They seemed to be there alone together, no one else with them. They were in a spot where there weren’t many people, but they were still spotted. Not like they were trying to hide. Pedro stayed a lot in the water, Y/n eventually joined him. She seemed a little scared but the movement of the waves, so she stayed ver closed to Pedro, holding his arms. At some point they got out of the water, laying on their towels. This is where we suspect they are together because as they were both laying on their stomach, Pedro kept his arm around Y/n’s waist. We think they were about to kiss but a fan interrupted them, asking for a picture. So close!!!!

25.08.2023, around 10am

Two days later they were seen in a port going on a small boat together. A romantic little trip? A fan from afar posted a video of Pedro helping Y/n climbing by holding her hand when then to help steady her, putting his hands on her waist. The fan filming was ecstatic! They seemed to be on this vacation just together, it really seems like it’s romantic! But when are we going to get an official statement?

26.08.2023, at 9:13am

Pedro posted a few pictures of his vacation. The beach, a video of Y/n falling because of a big wave, the port, a picture of the two of them that she took on the boat and some food. It’s giving boyfriend vibes. But.. he. did. not. caption. anything. Especially since the picture of them together on the boat is Y/n, on her knees on a couch, Pedro in front of her sitting normally, and her having her arms around his neck. We may not get anything, but still, we’re happy they’re having a good time. They seem genuinely happy.

(Y/n reposted the post on her story, choosing the picture of them together, and she just put a heart. They are driving us crazy!!!!)

27.08.2023, at 8:36am

Y/n posted a video on her story that was actually taken by Pedro. They were in the car again, this time Y/n was driving, still music in the background. At first we can see them and then Pedro turned the camera to show the view. The ocean, a beautiful blue sky a bridge at some point. It seems like they were leaving. There was a caption “one week is too short 🥺”, yeah they’re definitely leaving. She identified Pedro on it this time.

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scara-meow-che · 1 year

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𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘 ┃ sweet little thing with yae miko

CW. NSFW (MDNI), afab! reader, name-calling (pup, puppy, little thing), oral (character receiving), mentions of virginity, abuse of authority, corruption kink

AN. reposted work. gAH the way i was so downbad for yae when i made this. i swear when i saw her at the shrine, i legit almost barked for her <3 still full heart eyes for her.

ignorance is bliss.

that's what they all said to you, eyes softening whenever you peered up with doe-looking ones. your head tilting to the side, lips inquiring about every thought that ran past your head that fast to make your points.

you never once held yourself back from knowing what's more to know. being taught there's nothing wrong in exploring what this world has to offer. an adorable glow of curiosity blooms inside your heart, garnering the image of purity and innocence.

innocence is bliss.

that's what yae miko had thought the moment she saw you at the shrine, paying the chief priestess herself a visit after hearing her help with one of your close relative's dilemma with possession. then came next when a person with high status dared visit the humble home to announce how you were chosen by the great guuji to be one of the new shrine maidens. ah, the way your eyes sparkled when she uttered your name, she can never live down the image of purity in you.

for all things pure in this world can never escape the grudge of corruption. ruination is inevitable but that doesn't matter for—

yae miko wishes to be the one to ruin you herself.

honor, it was truly an honor to work alongside yae in the shrine. all your life, you've always been drawn to the beauty and mystery hidden in the beliefs and customs here in inazuma. your parents had wholeheartedly supported your departure, bidding you with such charms and letters, and the chief priestess smiles at the enthusiasm expressed by your family on the day she set foot in your home.

"ah, our sweet little f/n is finally going to do big things!" said your father where your dear mother adds, "yes, it feels like yesterday when you were our little girl."

the sweet messages had warmed your heart, face flushing as you get showered by almost everyone from the little community there in konda village. the elderly were in awe, waving with such soft smiles on their faces. the ever-curious yet beaming with innocence l/n f/n is finally going to do big things! such luck may bring prosperity to the village and the people can never ask for more!

and that's what you thought, the moment you followed yae through the path to the shrine. hands clutched tight on the small bag you carry as you were told that they are the ones to provide you with clothing. you needn't worry about anything, that's what they assured you, and yet your mind dances on the edges of your interest.

but you stopped yourself, not wanting to interrupt lady yae to her musings. you do not wish to ruin the gentleness in her eyes, looking back at you as she showed you around inside the shrine and led you to your quarters. you do not question why she would lay a hand on your shoulders, leaving a gentle squeeze as she bids you good night for the first night in narukami shrine.

you kept your lips screwed shut and eagerly observed what's bound to happen next yet your eyes would always daringly shimmer in the wonders you kept on absorbing as you follow the head priestess around like a puppy.

yes, you did not once question why she'd always refer to you as a puppy.

"come here, pup," it was yet again one night where she told you to visit her in the privacy of her room. a short whisper in the morning would grow magnitudes of screams inside your head as you let her simple orders affect your daily duties. questions had blossomed in your heart yet as your lungs tried to exhale it all out, your lips would keep themselves shut and you'd fail in expressing every word you dearly wanted to say.

"yes, my lady." an obedient nod and a short answer were all you could give as a way to acknowledge her orders. slowly, you made your way to yae who was clad in a loose white kimono that looked gloriously on her body.

as you reached the ends of her bed, her dainty fingers had beckoned you to go closer, and closer, and closer until you stood beside her bed frame. the gentle candle lights of the room had her skin glowing so beautifully, her pupils dilating and her eyes shining as she looks at you with emotions you aren't sure of.

"would you obey whatever i say, pup?" she asks, her hand making its way up from your stomach and all the way to the middle of your chest. she smiles when she sees you trembling, nodding when she let her finger slide against your breasts.

"m-my lady..." the short break from your voice had aroused yae more than she could ever have imagined before, her lips letting out a satisfied sigh before she rubs small circles on your nipple that peaks through the thin fabric of your shirt. "t-this isn't right..."

you felt conflicted when yae didn't stop flicking and circling the pad of her pointer finger on your nipple, biting down your lips to prevent the prurient and sinful noises you knew you'd been producing. yae watches you in awe, loving how reactive you are to her touches.

"hm? do you think that what i'm doing is... wrong, sweet f/n?"

you slowly shake your head as you can't make up another thought when she now uses two of her fingers to pinch at your sensitive buds, causing a loud squeal from your shaking body.

"ah, where are your manners. everyone at the shrine is already sleeping, f/n." her voice was gentle, so, so gentle you can't keep yourself composed when she easily had you under her control.

your lady yae had always been there to share her thoughts, and her strong opinions on different pressing matters none had ever discussed with you during your time as a normal inazuman. no one had dared cross in shedding you towards the light of knowledge but lady yae had been there to inform you of the things she knew you were fawning over.

but was it really the light you had been longing to know of? or was it this twisted darkness you know you can no longer turn your back from once it had corrupted your sweet and innocent mind?

"i think i ought to teach you a way you can make use of your noisy mouth... would you want to know what it is, you sweet little thing?"

corruption, and addiction. the sweet taste of you being ruined by none other than her own exploitation on your curious and naive mind—she shudders just thinking how she personally has her own obedient puppy.

her question had your mind buzzing in gullible inquisitiveness, the weakness she knew how to take advantage of had you leaning towards her body, slowly moving down to your knees, and patiently waiting for her next command. "yes, my lady. please, tell me."

the desire to know and the thirst to enlighten had glowed in both your eyes.

"very well then," she beams with the dreamy quirk of her lips, lilac orbs dilating as she spreads her legs open and propped herself to have you facing her already glistening sex. you were surprised to see her lady not wearing any undergarments but as soon as her fingers slip down from the middle of her body, the same fingers that had prodded and teased your nipples, made their way down to part her lower lips that came along with a breathy moan.

you never said another word, your eyes were more than enough to express multitudes of the questions you wanted to ask while you gaze at all her glory. she was flushed pink, smooth as your eyes scanned everything you want to know about her lady but never once did you go ahead to satiate the curiosity you've always had. you let yae herself be the one to show you, to inform you, to do what you longed for the people to do for you.

"no one ever had the heart to tell you what there is to know out there, am i right f/n?"

you saw how she rubs the little nub protruding off her sex, that one place you once accidentally touched and felt the jolt of electricity shocking your body. she now answered another of your questions by hearing her softly moan out your name, her finger gliding up and down the same spot before she pushes it deeper inside her cunt.

your eyes had glowed in worry, knowing how you once poked the little hole of your body and the sting had hurt you so much. and yae knew just exactly as what you were thinking off, spreading her legs as wide as she can and lets her whole finger sink and disappear inside of her.

"there's no need for such trepidation to worry your head, f/n. i can also show you how to do this without hurting yourself," she offers with a very calm tone, even when her chest rises up and down and her breathing got a little ragged when she added a second finger. "but first, i have to teach you how you'd use your mouth from now on, okay?"

"yes, my lady."

"good, now, kiss me... here." baffled, you blinked two, three times before you tilt your head to the side and looked at where she was pointing at. she had her free hand resting on the middle of her thighs, clearly indicating where she wanted you to start from.

"don't be shy, i'll always guide you."

you felt so reassured and at that moment, you gained such confidence to let your lips press gentle pecks on her skin, her small little sighs blessing you with such sounds you wanted to hear more. and you never let a patch of her soft and smooth skin left unscathed by your kisses, her hands brushing your hair had to encourage you to leave open-mouthed ones as she had told you to do.

"there, you're so good, f/n. my sweet puppy so eager to listen and obey. now, i want you to start kissing me down.... here," she instructs with her fingers spreading her pussy lips. "then you'd use your tongue to lick me, is that understood?"

and, as obedient as ever, you nodded before moving down to her crotch, continuing to trail down your kisses until you reached the skin of her cunt drenched with her own arousal.

"yes, kiss me right there and lick okay?" yae's voice was soft yet held amounts of control in every syllable she uttered as you started doing what you were told to do. at first, you felt odd to have your mouth pressed down to her sex but seeing yae generously giving you praises was so rewarding on its own.

she would constantly hum, her teeth would sink on her lips to keep in the whimpers she was bound to let go of once you began licking on her clit. just as you've seen earlier, she had used a fair amount of time rubbing it, swirling her fingers at a torturously slow pace.

and that's what you did, you used your tongue to mimic what she did earlier. and when you'd look up, you are given the view of your lady with her eyes closed, her fox ears twitching delightedly, an enticing smile on her face. as you dap and slurp on her clit, you can taste how sweet she is and that fuels more of the insatiable appetite this desire to see more reactions from your lady.

"i-i never knew you'd be so g-good at this, f/n. hnngg... there, just like that." yae snakes her hand towards your well-kept hair, the smooth ends are now tangled between her fingers as she pushed you deeper between her legs. your hands had instinctively gone to grab a hold of her thighs as she had both her legs squeezing your head went your tongue had scraped so lightly on her puckering and dripping hole.

"want you to put your tongue inside of me, can you do that?"

the urgency in her voice and the way she peered down at you was addicting, dominating your sense of logic as it frayed away into nothing but complete obedience as a way of showing such gratitude to your lady.

with a brief nod of your head, you started to poke out your tongue and let it enter the entrance to her cunt. so sweet, she both taste and smell so sweet while your nose brushes so roughly on her clit when yae had gripped on your hair and let her maneuvered your head to thrusting up and down her needy cunt.

"do you know now, f/n? starting from today, you're about to learn a lot of things from me. i will teach you everything you need to learn while you are under my care, okay?"

as close as you were getting lost inside her cunt, yae had pulled your from your hair and waited for your reply. and there it was, the look you always give when you get the answers to your question, the look she grew fond of and addicted to seeing.

doe eyes shimmering in interest, lips grinning but glows faintly from the juices covering your skin, chest going up and down from how breathless you were at that moment. the start of corruption, all thanks to her.

she would use everything of her power just to see you look at her like that even when it means to defile what innocence was left unsullied by those around you. she would have the utmost pleasure to be the only person that has corrupted the angel they once thought to be.

oh, she won't let anyone take your purity. she won't allow anyone to hold such power over you.

"my sweet little thing, i am looking forward to all the time we're bound to share with one another."

#⇲ full streams #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #yae miko smut #yae miko x reader smut #yae smut #miko smut #tw corruption #corruption tw #tw abuse of power #abuse of power tw #i forgot to tag my warnings sorry

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boybandposter · 3 months

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☾ “Paint me the Moon“ - Larry Johnson

prompt: It’s your seventeenth birthday, and Larry wants to give you a gift

warnings: none ! pure fluff ♥︎

word count: 1.6K

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A gentle plume of smoke spilled from your lips as you leaned further back into the couch. After a full day of partying with Ashley, Sal, and Larry, you four finally got to unwind at your apartment. Sadly, your parents were still gone due to business— promising to make up for it once they returned. Just another common occurrence, but you didn’t mind. It made it easier to have everyone over to just hang out anyways.

You took another drag of your blunt before speaking, “Being seventeen is great and all, but it’s just another year of high school.” You sighed and looked up at the ceiling with a lax smile. You heard Ash and Larry chuckle, and Larry crossed his legs over your lap.

“Just drop out, dumbass. You could always do pole dancing like you joke around abo—“ Larry couldn’t even finish his sentence before you threw a decorative pillow at his face.

“Come on, you know those are jokes. Kinda. Maybe.” You kept changing your words and passed the rest of your joint to Sal, who sat quietly on the ottoman. He was more talkative earlier, but it was getting late and it had been a long day.

As if on queue, Ashley stood from the floor and stretched, a small crack coming from her back. You hadn’t noticed, but she shot Sally a look as if indicating some secret message. “Well, I dunno about you guys, but I’m beat.” She talked as she picked up a bit of the mess, which wasn’t too much of a hassle. Sal stood up as well and ran his hair through his blue locks.

“Same, and I gotta feed Gizmo. When we stopped at my apartment my dad was out, so I can only assume he still is.” His voice was slightly muffled by his prosthetic as he spoke, and he trudged over to where you sat. Sal grabbed your hands and pulled you up into a tight hug. He wished you happy birthday for the millionth time, telling you how grateful he was for you and that he wanted you to trip and eat grass (you had shoved him earlier at the lake and he nearly did the same).

You laughed and pulled away from his arms and was quickly met by Ashley’s embrace, where she nearly squished the life from your frame, spouting quick words of ‘I love you so much’ and ‘happy birthday’. Ash planted a quick kiss on your cheek and looked at Larry, who still sat on the couch lazily. Soon after, it was just you and Larry at your apartment. It wasn’t uncommon by any means— almost every other time all four of you hung out, Larry stayed behind to keep you company. Or you two would simply hang out with each other when the other two were busy.

You nestled back to your spot on the couch and put your own legs above Larry this time, his large palm resting on top of your shin. You could’ve sworn that for a split second, Larry ran his thumb back and forth, but you had smoked a little so you ignored it. But what really threw you off was that he was just… staring. His brown eyes reached into your soul, at least that’s what it felt like. After what felt like an hour, he chuckled and leaned his head back against the headrest.

“Sorry I had spaced out, I was just thinking.”

“You? Think? I don’t think so.” Your laugh was cut short as he pinched your ankle, making you squeal and flinch. “Sorry, sorry! It was too good to pass up. And you definitely set yourself up for that one.”

Larry rolled his eyes and sighed with a soft smile on his face. He almost looked ethereal in the dimly lit room, and you had to shake yourself mentally to avoid staring… again. “I was going to give you a little something for your big day, but maybe you don’t want it after all.” He admitted with a shrug and a simple tilt of his head.

“What?! C’mon, now I’m curious! You never give gifts, so please? I’ll be super nice this time!” You pleaded with him, but the grin on your face contradicted your words. Your hands mimicked a praying motion as you sat up on the couch. your mind raced with thoughts and ideas of what he could’ve brought. Whatever it was, you were bound to cherish it forever and you knew you were going to write this moment down in your journal later.

Larry stood up from the cushions and pulled his long hair into a loose bun that hung at the nape of his neck. “You better behave then. And close your eyes, y/n. Wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise, would we now?”

You immediately complied and placed your hands over your eyes. All you could do was listen as he shuffled around the room, but you knew it was pointless. A comfortable silence filled the room, until Larry broke it with a heavy exhale. “Alright, I guess you can take a look now.”

“You guess? What do you…” You trailed off as you removed your hands, ad you were met face-to-face with the most gorgeous portrait of yourself. Your eyes scanned and admired every minuscule detail, from the way your hair had clung to your skin to the wrinkles of your smile. Not a single word escaped your tongue.

Tears slowly trailed down your cheeks unbeknownst to you as you turned to Larry, who looked anxious to his core. His hands opened and closed as he waited for something, anything— He wanted you to hurry and tell him that you hated it, or that he got your face wrong. God, this was making his heart pound like crazy.

Your voice broke him out of his thoughts, his eyes snapping upwards to meet your gaze.

“Larry… it’s beautiful. I— God, I don’t even know what to say, I…” Your eyes flickered between the painting and the man in front of you.

Larry rubbed the back of his neck and shoved his other hand in his pocket. “Maybe a thank you would work for now?” He chuckled breathlessly and a weight was immediately lifted off his shoulders. But for him, he had one more thing planned out for you. A laugh escaped from your mouth as you wiped the salty tears from your cheeks, shaking your head to try and collect yourself.

The next thing Larry knew, you were wrapping your arms around his neck in a warm embrace. His brain stopped for a moment, any witty comments flying from his thoughts. Without too much waiting, you felt his arms slide around your waist. “I’m glad you like it y/n. I was actually pretty fucking nervous to give it to you.” Larry chuckled in your ear and pulled away just enough to see your face.

You quirked your eyebrow and cocked your head to the side in confusion. Normally Larry wouldn’t have any problem showing you his work. Every time he finished a piece he would invite you over to see it. “Why would you be nervous about it? It’s one of the most beautiful paintings I’ve ever seen from you.” You questioned him innocently, the evident curious tone taking place in your voice.

Larry’s gaze flickered away from yours for a brief moment, “That’s where the second part of my ‘gift’ comes in. That’s really the reason I’m nervous.” He explained with a deep exhale. You couldn’t help but notice how tense he suddenly felt.

“Y/n…. I know I’m not the best person around, that much is obvious. But… can I have the honor of being your boyfriend?” His cheeks flared pink at his quickly spoken question. Both of you sat in a shocked silence but what else were you supposed to do?

Larry couldn’t believe he had actually worked up the guts to ask, and you? You yet again found yourself staring at him with a slacked jaw. Your own cheeks burnt, but you couldn’t focus on anything except the fact that he asked to be your boyfriend. Emotions ran through your body, but the most prominent of them was the sheer and utter joy of it all. You couldn’t remember a time when you didn’t have a crush on Larry, but you always thought it was a hopeless case. But everything is different now. “Are you being serious? Like, this isn’t a joke?”

Larry simply shook his head with a sheepish look plastered on his slender face. Were you that repulsed by the idea of dating him?

You shrieked and found yourself hugged him so hard that he nearly stumbled backwards onto the couch. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Oh my God, I can’t believe this is actually happening right now!” You giggled and bounced on your toes, your hold on his body never once loosening. Every other gift paled in comparison (except for the painting, that was definitely the second favorite) to his words. “Fuck, I just wanna kiss you right now!” Your eyes widened at your own words and you blankly gazed at him to await his reaction.

Larry’s hands ghosted over your arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. They stopped to cup your face, his own smile sending butterflies straight to your stomach. “Well, I am your boyfriend now. Go crazy. Please.” Larry whispered the last phrase and you couldn’t even stop yourself from kissing him senseless.

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author’s note: PLEASE I actually love Larry so much it makes my head hurt. I was going to make it a little longer but it didn’t happen🗿

#florence writes !#larry johnson #larry johnson x reader #larry johnson x you #sally face fanfics #larry johnson x fem!reader #fanfic #x reader #writing #requests open #reqs open #larry johnson x y/n

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littlejuicebox · 4 months

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Dancing on my own

Guys I don’t know what this is, it’s just some random angsty drabble that came out inspired by the song “Dancing on My Own” by Robyn (the version by Calum Scott is also nice).

I’m trying to get out of a writing slump so there might be a few more random bits of writing here and there. I’m not sure I even like this tbh lol.

Summary: You and Astarion decided to be just friends after his Moonrise Towers confession. He couldn’t make himself admit to you that he wanted more than that. He knew you deserved better than what he could offer. Now that his quest with Cazador is done, he’s totally lost. He wants you, but you have someone else now; he thinks it’s someone better than him. He’s heartbroken.

Tags/Warnings: PG13, lots of angst, depression, PTSD, low self esteem, depersonalization/derealization, sad Astarion, tbh it’s kinda just a sad bit of drabble

Astarion killed Cazador. You’d think he would’ve been happy… ecstatic, even. But instead he felt exceedingly numb and so, so tired.

It had been nearly a week since then. Astarion had spent most of that time in his room, trancing or simply just lying in the dark. He was exhausted; his limbs felt like lead.

Shadowheart was concerned he had fallen ill and kept checking on him. He would simply grunt to her in response or ignore her line of questioning until she sighed and left.

You came by a few times a day to offer him your wrist; he would drink with a misty-eyed, faraway expression… or sometimes not at all. His hand would linger for a moment on yours, and then he would roll himself the other direction, turning away from you.

It was hard to look at you, to be that close to you, to touch you, to taste you. Blood and sex had been so intertwined in the beginning, it always brought back the memories from before. It made him sick to his stomach.

But his hunger often won, in the end.

How ironic, that the only blood which satisfies his near-insatiable thirst is also the only blood that makes his stomach churn with guilt and disgust at himself.

A double edged sword. Stabbed through his heart.

He should be happy… ecstatic, even. But, by the gods, is he so, so tired. Can a vampire rot into the earth if they stay in one place for too long?

Perhaps. Perhaps he should get up and move, if only to avoid rotting away.

Astarion manages to take a short bath and pull himself together… somewhat. It’s hard to move when your limbs feel like lead. His shirt is wrinkled, and his hair feels like it’s not quite in place, but it will have to do.

The pale elf slinks down to the tavern, where the evening crowd is teetering the hazy line between buzzed and drunk. He’s not in much of a mood for talking to others, so he sits in a corner booth, hoping the natural shadows and his brooding demeanor will deter any visitors. For a few moments he feels normal… or at least acts it. But then he sees you. And Halsin.

Halsin has his arms coiled around you as he absolutely ravages your lips. His thick hands are gripping your body; one hand on your waist, one on your neck. It’s an exceptional amount of PDA; he would vomit, if he had anything left in his stomach from the only small sip he’d taken from you this morning. The hand the druid tenderly placed on your neck is covering the scars Astarion had marked on you from the times before, back when you’d been his. Had you been his? Back before—

“I had a plan. A nice, simple plan…”

“Maybe what you need is a friend, not a lover.”

Astarion had hurt you. He’d hurt you. The look that crossed your face as he confessed is etched into his mind for all eternity; it’s the first thing he sees when he wakes from a trance and the last thing he sees before he slips into one. He’ll never forget the tears that welled in your eyes, which you’d rapidly blinked away. And then you thanked him… thanked him for telling you, for being truthful. Thanked him for hurting you.

He should have lied. He shouldn’t have said anything. He should have chose differently from the start.

He knew what he did was terrible; you deserved something more, something real. He just couldn’t be that. He didn’t know how to be… real.

Hells, was he even real now? Was any of this real?

He felt like a shell. Hollow. Empty. It all felt like a sick, strange dream that he couldn’t wake from. All that time he spent running, and now he no longer had to… but who was he, if not a runner?

He’d run from Cazador. Run from you. Run from the concept of true intimacy, which you had so willingly offered.

But now? Now he wanted nothing more than to run to you. He wanted to run into your arms and be held by you, comforted by you. But there you were in the arms of someone who was able to give you what you deserved.

Who was he to get in the way of that? He was nothing. He was no one.

“Good to see you out of bed.”

The vampire rips his eyes away from you and Halsin, where the two of you seem oblivious to the world and stuck in a heated embrace.

Shadowheart is standing next to the booth; her eyes had followed his, and she’d been watching the same passionate makeout scene with mild interest.

She flicks her gaze back to Astarion with a knowing look, and a soft, sad smile crosses her face. The cleric extends her hand out to him, “Come on, Astarion. One dance and then I will let you slink back into this corner to sulk for the rest of the night, if you wish.”

He sighs and considers the offer. He doesn’t want to move, but he can’t keep picking different places to stay and rot. And he can’t keep watching you two. His limbs still feel like lead.

“Very well.” He murmurs, and he takes Shadowheart’s hand.

They dance. It’s a platonic sort of jig, mostly spinning around at arms length with one another. For a moment, Astarion feels a brief glimmer of happiness. He chuckles and smiles; his limbs don’t feel like lead. And then the tune ends, and he’s wandering back to the booth with Shadowheart, and that sinking feeling begins to grow in his chest once more.

“You should talk to them, you know, Astarion. Let them know how you feel. They may choose differently… if you make your true desires known. You did tell them you wanted to be friends, after all.” The cleric murmurs, with another sad little smile. Her eyes contain pity; he hates that.

He’s watching you and Halsin again, where you two are staring contentedly at one another, chatting away. You’re lost in your own little impenetrable bubble. You don’t even see him or notice him at all.

He’s nothing. He’s no one.

Astarion looks so dejected; normally he would be better at putting on his mask. But he’s so tired. He should be happy. But he’s exhausted.

“Maybe I should. But Tav looks happy… I can’t bring myself to ruin that. Selfish as I am, I do care about them, you know.”

Shadowheart nods and sighs. She knows something, he can tell by the look on her face. She wants to say more but decides against it. A small pat on the vampire’s hand and she murmurs, “Good night, Astarion. I hope to see you down here in the morning.”

Then she’s gone, heading upstairs to her room. And he’s alone again.

Astarion watches you two for a bit longer, even though every second he witnesses causes another crack in his fragile heart. Then his eyes return to the dance floor and he sighs before forcing himself out of the booth again. His limbs feel like lead, but he has to start somewhere.

For now, he’ll have to keep dancing on his own.

#astarion x tav #baulders gate 3 #baulders gate astarion #astarion fanfic #astarion fic #bg3 fanfiction #baulders gate tav #bg3 fanfic idea #astarion x reader #astarion x gn reader #astarion x you #astarion x gn!tav #astarion angst #light angst #angsty

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simplyavatrice · 8 months

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thinking about ava deciding she'd rather go back to being paralyzed than let those she loves down. how much weight something like that has coming from anyone, but especially somebody like ava who had her life horrifically stolen from her and who was beyond grateful and overwhelmed and filled with joy at being able to live again. a character so in love with life actively choosing this time around to give it up on her own terms.

refusing to even consider michaels plan until she's shown there's no other way. only then does she resolve to do it because the other option, letting her friends, letting beatrice, have to live(or die) with the consequences of her inaction is unfathomable. and not only that, she tries her very best to not even let bea witness it, see it, because she knows the effect that would have on her. bea cannot watch her die. ava didn't have any choices before, now she does, and every one she makes is in service to those she loves

i think of ava sitting at home one night in switzerland, on the couch next to beatrice who has a book in her lap and a tiny little smile on her face and ava gets up and makes her a cup of tea all the while thinking about how fucking beautiful it is that she can just...do that

first, that she has the ability to get up on her own, to make (subpar) tea and do a little dance to the music playing in the background as she sashays around a chair in their kitchen. she's so appreciative of the little things - the way a car sounds when it drives by and how beatrice always hums a little to herself when she turns a page

which brings up the second, that she has someone in her life that is there for her. ava grew up so alone and abandoned and forgotten - frances literally tried to erase her existence and now she has this whole beautiful and glorious person who cares about her and looks out for her - who made her a promise to never leave her side and kept it.

ava is the quintessential 'burned too hot, too fast' kind of character that shines so bright but only lasts for a short time and her story reflects that right up until her final fight with adriel. she's accept it, but there's never heartbreak in her feelings towards it - she's grateful and that is what makes her special. ava had every reason to be bitter and angry.

she didn't need time, certainly she wanted it, but she didn't need it. what she needed was the chance. her heart was so grateful for the love she found, for the people who took her in and accepted her and gave her a chance that the very thought of anything happening to them made her choice easy. it hurt, you can see it when she kisses bea and later when she's walking with michael, clearly detached, but in her mind, it was so so easy.

that goes back to beatrice, beatrice who loved her, who chose her and i think deep deep down, that's all ava ever wanted. she wanted to be someone's person. she wanted someone to look at her and pick her and beatrice did and in ava's eyes that made her invaluable. that made giving up her own life simple.

in the end though, that same reasoning is why ava lived - because beatrice chose her and while ava may be the one with the halo and the powers and the destiny, beatrice is just as special and we saw it multiple times in season 2 - no force of nature and no act of god was going to keep beatrice away from her. she would, literally, fight the world if it meant getting to ava and keeping her promise.

ava's alive and will come home to her, because they chose each other, and you just can't beat that.

#avatrice

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lostdreamr-blog1 · 1 year

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Seresin's Date

Summary: You had a date that night, but your brother wanted to be there to meet him. Don’t want to give too much away but know big brother Jake isn’t happy!

Pairings: Jake Seresin x Sister!Reader, Mystery Date x Reader

Warnings: Use of swear words, not too much else

Word count: 1.7k

Requested: Thank you Anon for this fun request! I hope you enjoy it!!

A/N: Thank you all so much for reading. Inbox is open for requests, questions, or to say hello! If you have requested something, know that it is being worked on!

Jake was currently tapping his foot on the ground, agitation rolling off him in waves. It was clear to anyone around him that the laid-back pilot wasn’t here today, and they would do best to tread lightly. Natasha had been dying to know what had him all riled up, but the day was filled with training runs and debriefs. It wasn’t until they were walking to the locker room that she was able to poke the bear.

“What has your panties in a twist?” Bob shook his head at how little she cared about his feelings but was secretly curious as well. From past experiences, it took a lot to get him as wound up as he is now.

“Don’t want to talk about it.” They didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered to the clock on the wall, giving them a small clue to work with.

“Afraid you’re going to be late for whatever girl you brainwashed into going out with you?” Natasha knew it wasn’t that simple. Jake hadn’t been bragging all day about who he picked up at the bar. But she knew that was the best way to get him talking.

They reached the locker room and Jake forcefully opened his locker, tossing his helmet inside.

“My sister has a date tonight and I want to be there to meet this son of a bitch. Let him know that she isn’t the kind of girl he can mess with. But now I’m running late, and she made it clear she wasn’t waiting on me.” They all watched him run a hand through his hair, silently taking in this new side of him.

Javy knew this was going to happen. Of all the sisters Jake had, you were the one he kept a close eye on. Growing up, you weren’t the perfect southern bell your mom had tried to mold, and your dad was too focused on his career to do much parenting. Leaving Jake to be the parental figure you needed to stay out of trouble as well as be shown the love and affection that you missed out on. The two of you had an unbreakable bond which made situations like this tough on him. No matter how old you got, you were still his baby sister.

“Your sister? The one who just moved here like a week ago?” Jake sent a threatening glare at Bob who spoke up for the first time. This resulted in him throwing his hands up in surrender, hoping Jake wasn’t going to turn on him.

“Yeah, that one. I don’t even understand how she found a guy that fast. Or where for that matter.” He had finished changing into his civilian clothes and turned to face the guy whose locker was next to his.

“What? Nothing to add, bird boy?” Bradley wanted to say many things but decided to keep them to himself. Jake hadn’t ever laid hands on a fellow pilot, no matter how provoked, but he wasn’t about to test the boundaries.

“Nah man. Just try not to kill the poor guy tonight. I don’t think the military takes too kindly on murderers.” Bradley couldn’t hold back the small smirk but didn’t dare to meet Jake’s gaze. He knew it wouldn’t end well if he did.

Jake let out a huff and stormed out of the room. Javy told him in passing to call him if needed. He had no issues being back up when it came to the Seresin family.

With some miracle of not getting pulled over on the way to your apartment, Jake practically ran up the stairs to the second floor, taking two steps at a time. He unlocked the door to find you dancing around in shorts and a tank top, music being played louder than it should, not looking like you were anywhere near being ready.

Your face lit up when you saw your brother walking through the doorway. “Perfect timing! I need help picking out what to wear.” You saw the eye roll that was directed towards you, but you knew it was playful. Skipping back to your room, you came back out holding up two simple dresses. A black one and a red one. They really weren’t anything fancy, but colors seemed to make a difference no matter the style.

“Neither. Go put on some jean and a sweater or something.” Jake leaned back on the counter and crossed his arms, watching as you shook your head at him.

“It’s summer in California. While it may get a bit chilly with the wind, I’m not dressing for winter just to please you. I think I’ll go with the black.” You walked back into your room to change, but a knock on the door stopped you. Your date was ten minutes early, something that would please your brother but now had you scrambling to finish getting ready.

You yelled out, “Play nice. I didn’t put makeup on for nothing, so you better not run the guy off.” Grumbling was what was heard from the other room, but you smiled to yourself as you waited for the next few minutes to play out.

Jake opened the door and tilted his head to the side in confusion.

“What are you…” Then it clicked. His teammate with the obnoxious mustache was standing at your door in a nice button-down shirt and slacks, holding a bouquet of flowers. “Absolutely fucking not. Turn your ass around and leave.”

Bradley knew he was going to be fighting an uphill battle the second you told him your last name a few days ago. Somehow, he got lucky and accidentally bumped into you at the supermarket. The two of you seemed to hit it off, and he almost didn’t believe when you said you were related to Jake.

And it didn’t help that Jake was quicker than he was leaving today. Maverick was doing him a solid and purposely dragging out the debrief, hoping to give him enough time to slip past his teammate.

But one thing he didn’t put into thought was that right now Jake wasn’t his teammate. Right now, he was the overprotective brother who wanted nothing more than to kill him.

“There is nothing I can say right now that will make you happy, is there?” Bradley casually looked over Jake’s shoulder, hoping if he could prolong this conversation, you would come to his rescue.

“Unless the words consist of, ‘Tell your sister I’m sorry and have a good night’ then no.” Jake blocked the doorway, not letting Bradley see any bit inside your apartment. His mind was struggling to figure out what to say, but a small hand appeared on Jakes chest and pushed him back.

“You know, I figured you would be happier knowing that one of your teammates is looking after me and not some stranger I picked up at a bar. Unless you would rather that, then I can head there instead?” Bradley watched as the smirk that Jake always had was used against him by his little sister. Now he saw how the two of you were related. If the situation was different, he probably would’ve laughed. Instead, he bit back a smile and watched as his teammate fumbled for a response.

If he thought Jake’s change in attitude this afternoon was crazy, this took a while new level. The arrogant aviator was nowhere to be seen. In his place was someone who clearly cared for his sister but didn’t want to push her away. He thought about what he was going to say rather than spewing words that were designed to get under your skin. For once, Jake wasn’t in control of the situation, and it was eye opening watching him struggle to stay above water.

“I would be happier knowing you weren’t going out with any guy. I just want you to be safe.” Jake was gripping the doorframe with white knuckles, showing just how hard he was trying to keep his cool. But all that went out the door when you said what you did next.

“You come home talking about how great of a teammate Bradley is and how much you trust him to watch your back. Is that not someone you think I would be safe with?”

Bradley watched as your head tilted to the side some, feigning innocence even though you knew exactly what those words were going to do. Jake didn’t know if he wanted to yell at you or Bradley, so he threw up his hands instead.

“I never said that. Don’t go filling his head with lies when we both know it isn’t true.” He turned back to Bradley and pointed a finger at him. “You bring her back by 11 and not a second later. You hurt her and you will have much bigger problems than whether you are going to make the cut for this mission or not. I don’t care that you are a teammate, that’s my baby sister and she means more than your life does. Do I make myself clear?”

Bradley nodded his head and held out a hand for him to shake. Jake looked down at it and sighed, “God this is stupid.” But shook it anyway.

You gave Jake a quick kiss on the cheek and told him you will call if you need anything. But as you were leaving Jake asked, “Could I introduce you to Phoenix? She seems like a way better choice.”

You tossed your head back and laughed, making Jake smile reluctantly in return. “Don’t try and sneak in. I’ll be waiting up for you.” He gave you and wink and let the two of you walk off to the date that he never in a million years wanted to happen.

When the two of you were out of sight, Jake picked up his phone and dialed Javy. “Hey man. How do you feel about crashing a date?”

A/N: Thoughts? Likes or dislikes? Thank you so much for reading!

#jake hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #topgun maverick #top gun fanfiction #chelsea writes

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synintheraven · 7 months

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Okay let's clear some things out; 1) I don't write smut bc I suck at it 2) this is part of a bigger story where the main character/reader gets to know Sihtric throughout several situations, so this is perfect if you want to read about Sihtric & reader's little made-up adventures but not so much if you're only here to read naughty stuff 😅 3) I have no idea what I'm doing :p

pic credits to myself, feel free to use them too/ask for originals (:

✵pairing: sihtric kjartansson x fem!reader

✵summary/small introduction: reader (she/her) is a Norse, Sihtric is a (actual, as in born there) Dane. Sihtric & reader meet each other for the very first time, but I kept it simple and kinda short so you'll have to keep on reading to find out how this goes (; [Side note: Yggr is one of my ocs and the Jarl/Chief of the group, but will not be a current character other than to accompany/give orders to Sihtric and reader]

✵tw: mentions of violence

✵word count: 1,5k

characters info | part two

We were near; the tall cliffs once casting shadows over the sea were far behind us and the fog was getting thicker over the marshes. East Anglia was a land of fishermen huts, distant trees and bad weather: yet somewhere in this muddy land, a band of fiery fighters were hiding and getting ready to fight for their lord.

I recognized the stranded ship half covered in sand, which Yggr had described to me, surrounded by muddy rocks and a small spot of land untouched by the sea waters. Near the rocks, among tall reeds, the camp was set and a handful of men were sat around the bonfire in an attempt to fight the cold wind.

Except for one man.

A tall, dark haired man, covered in a fur cloak; his left hand was resting over the hilt of his sword as he stood near the coast, staring cautiously at our ship as if he was trying to tell who we were. But, as we approached the small island and the fog revealed Yggr’s wild hair, the mysterious man prepared to greet us.

The sail was taken down and the crew started to row against the current, sliding through the rather calm waves to take the ship towards the land. It didn’t take long for the prow to reach the sand and before we were fully beached, Yggr jumped off our ship to meet with the dark haired stranger.

He had a concerned expression and his hand remained over the hilt of his sword, ready to fight should the need arise. Yet, unlike him, Yggr was quick to smile and open his arms, embracing the now smirking Dane like a brother.

The man was Sihtric Kjartansson, a warrior that served the long haired blonde, though he treated him like a big stupid brother rather than as his lord and jarl. Both Danes had grew up together, sticking to each other as their parents seemed to care little next to nothing for the young boys, making it no surprise the concerned stranger was in command during the jarl’s absence.

I didn’t know much about him back then, only that he was a fine warrior and a loyal man; but I had also been told he was rather friendly and welcoming, yet Sihtric looked at me with wary eyes. I stared back at him, almost trying to decipher what was going on inside his mind: studying his gaze, the storm brewing inside his blue eye and the dancing flames around the pupil of his brown eye.

He had the face of a warrior, with scars running down from his forehead and marking the flesh over his deep cheekbones, making me wonder if he was hiding any other under the strands of hair over his temple or under the scarce beard around his rather full lips.

I had jumped on the wet sand of the island shortly after Yggr, however being the only woman among all those men, suddenly the warriors resting around the fire seemed eager to welcome our crew. Everyone but Sihtric, who embraced his lord for a while but pushed him away as his men came along with curious looks.

Unfortunately for everyone else, I was not to be touched or harmed: for I was there merely to help build the camp and eventually, should the strings of my destiny allow it, find the man that killed my family.

The first birds of the day were singing their songs and the sun was setting, the land slowly revealing itself from the fog. It was a cold morning and it got worse as we had to get our feet wet in order to cross from shore to shore, but we were to stay unnoticed and therefore not to use our ship.

We were scouting the surrounding area, following the shore in hopes to find a bigger place to set a new camp. I was walking beside Yggr, with Sihtric a few paces before us to guide our way around; the rest of our group were either guarding our current camp or exploring other areas, though all of us were after the same goal.

The best hiding spots were among reeds, trees and muddy rocks, but those often surrounded water and the rising tides could be treacherous.

We saw stone ruins, abandoned churches and half burnt farms, all a consequence of folk escaping their homes in order to keep their lives, to escape the horrors brought by the monsters from across the sea.

Danes like us were plundering all of Britain; they came with the promise of riches and vengeance but stayed to become kings and killed anyone who opposed them. They had come here to do what that mad man had done to my family, my people.

I trusted Yggr’s words when he said he didn’t care about a title. He lost his chance to be king and decided to embrace a simple life, only hoping to find a nice place to thrive and stay unbothered by Saxons. Or so it was until the Great Heathen Army decided to terrorize the country, turning our heads into targets for anyone who caught us, Danes and Norse alike, wandering around.

We had stopped, suddenly. We were standing atop a small hill that went deeper in land, hoping to get a better view; the wind was blowing hard and the sun shone upon the land, easily revealing all areas of the territory.

Yggr remained silent, his mind lost somewhere in the dark blue waters from the ocean as the cold wind blew on his hair and beard. Sihtric stood next to me, his eyes narrowed because of the sun while he pointed his finger towards the tall roman ruins to the north.

—That looks like a good spot. —He said to Yggr then quickly looked my way, noticing I was the only one truly listening to him. It was, probably, the very first time he wasn’t eyeing me as if expecting me to take a knife to their throats. —I saw it before, but rain soaked the mud. It will take some work to stop that from happening again.

He had a very calming voice and explained all the work that had to be done for that old ruin to be a proper camp, though in truth all I could think about was the scars on his face: suggesting the man had been in many battles, despite being only a few winters older than Halfdan’s son.

—You two can go. —The blonde man interrupted, resting a hand on mine and Sihtric’s shoulder. —Find some horses and secure the camp, I’ll go find the men and meet you there with the ship.

—Just the two of us? —Sihtric sighed, despite trying to hide his discomfort. —What if the place has been taken? I can’t fight them with, no offense, a woman. —He glanced at me for a split second then stared back at Yggr, hoping to be released of my company.

—I am Norse. And my father raised a warrior, not a weak girl that needs some Dane’s protection. —I snarled back, watching as my words damaged his pride and brought a wide smile to our Jarl.

The only horses we could find belonged to a group of Danes camping in Theotford, a small town with thatched roofs and a run-down church that once sheltered Saxons.

There was about twenty of them, maybe more, standing watch in every corner and every small gap they could find.

—I am not “some Dane”, I’m a warrior too. —He finally added, remembering our earlier conversation.

—You’re the son of Kjartan, right? —I let out and he gave me a grim look then proceeded to avoid my glance, still walking between the tall grasses.

—We’re never going to make it out alive if we try to take one of their horses. There’s too many of them. —And he was right, those were trained warriors and we were merely a pair of lost dogs to them. —The ruins are not too far, we should get there before Yggr if we walk in a straight line and avoid following main roads.

And just like that, our short journey through the autumnal forests of East Anglia began. We walked through shrubs, trees, short walls made of stone and saw a few deer, but there was no sight of other people anywhere. We avoided getting too close to farms or church ruins, trying to remain silent whenever our surroundings were suspiciously quiet.

—So tell me, Dane, how did you end up in Norway? —I interrupted, getting a judging stare from him when he caught me walking closely by his side.

—He told you we should get to know each other, right? —He asked dismissively, moving a few steps ahead of me.

—He suggested we should get along if we’re to live together in the same camp, but you’re not as friendly as he promised.

A hint of a smirk showed on his face, though it didn’t last long. —My father sold information to Halfdan and left me in Alrekstad to either die or be raised by the king’s servants. —He admitted after a while, looking troubled as he spoke.

—There are worst destinies than to be raised with Yggr, I suppose. —I said and saw him grinning at my comment, finally showing some sort of emotion in my presence.

—What about you, Stavanger? —He taunted, making it obvious that our fool of a Jarl told him about my homeland and, therefore, my newly acquired nickname.

—That’s my homeland, yes. But I come from the Isle of Ikke, a once thriving city to the north of Stavanger.

—Then what brought you to Alrekstad?

—Vengeance. —I said cheerfully, but he gave me a concerned look in return.

Some bonus fun facts:

✯Yggr is the son of Halfdan, King of Alrekstad (modern Årstad, in Norway). He's not inspired by any TLK character, though he has a similar personality and looks to Ragnar The Younger, with some of Cnut's silly sense of humour. Yggr was to inherit his father's throne, but has no issue embracing a simpler life - even though his former position as a prince and charisma turned him into his Clan's Jarl (basically an english Earl, but a Jarl can also be someone trusted by its people and chosen as a chief).

✯Reader was born in a small island in Norway (Ikke, which is totally made up hehe) but her family was massacred when she was a baby, so she grew up seeking vengeance.

✯Sihtric isn't a bastard but his mother died giving birth to him and so Kjartan despises him/never properly treated him as his son (nor did he to Sven but he grew up to be just as his father and so Kjartan eventually accepted him as his son).

✯As this story is unrelated to what happens in TLK, I had Kjartan vanished from Denmark; though he became wealthy again by playing the pirate in other territories and selling information to kings as Halfdan, Harald Fairhair and few more across the sea...

#sihtric x reader #sihtricxreader #sihtric x you #tlk fanfic #tlk fanfiction #sihtric kjartansson x you #sihtric kjartansson x reader #my writing #rtv #road to valhalla #okay bye I'll disappear now

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