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ridingthatd · 6 months

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⊹ ₊ ˚𓂃 BIPLOAR NANAMI

⊹ ₊ ˚𓂃 nanamixfem!reader, nsfw, heavy smut, aggressive nanami, daddy nanami , nanami being nasty

nanami was the sweetest boyfriend anyone could ask for. he would treat you with so much gentility. affection. love.

nanami was really the definition of a gentleman. gentle kisses on your forehead. long big arms folding you close to his chest. muttering nothing but sweet things. breakfast made by him, helping you serve dinner then gently place you on his huge thighs teasingly biting the sensitive part of your neck ripping a sweet giggle out of you. giving you massages to your feet after a long day of wearing heels- kissing the top of your feet while he gently rub the soreness out of it.

nanami was such a man, the aura around him screamed musculanity. muscles surrounded every inch of his body, you weren't really shocked by that since you would wake up to grunting and groaning sounds every morning at 4am- sounds coming from your man as he do his push ups shirtless, biceps flexing each time he goes up-down. up-down. it was such a drooling sight that it had your pussy clenching everytime.

as if nanami could feel your eyes on him. he would stop- taking in a deep breath then slowly get up to take a glance at you. you slowly trail your eyes from the sweat that's dripping from his forehead. to his biceps just to slide across his abs to the delicious v line. grey pants hanging lowly against his hips- failing to hide his boxer the same boxer that's hiding the thick, juicy cock, outlined in his grey pants that's already hard from the attention you're giving him.

"hm" nanami hummed lowly while making his way towards you, trailing his hands under the cover of the blanket just to get ahold of your thighs, squeeze them. he has made it his daily routine to have his special- what he calls after work out protein from you every morning. you slowly spread your legs for him to crawl in, he didn't have to remove any clothes from your gorgeous body- because you were already bared and naked for him. only wearing a shirt- his shirt since nanami made it clear that he doesn't like his food to be enveloped.

nanami has always had a quite liking to your breast- he always manage to give them extra attention no matter where you are or what you are doing.

he says it restore his energy- especially after a long exhausting day at work, as soon as he opens the door of the apartment you both share- he walks straight to where you are cooking dinner at the kitchen, he gently lifts you up, and place you on the counter- you just sit there running your finger tips through his hair smoothing it out. he lifts whatever shirt you're wearing and immediately lash into your nipples letting out a groan as if he was a starved man and your nipples was his first meal.

nanami might be your sweet boyfriend. but deep inside you knew there's a side- maybe sides of him, he doesn't wanna show you. after all you have only been together for a few months.

at first you never questioned that. you never questioned the sweetness of your boyfriend. you never questioned the gentleness of your boyfriend.

you wake up at 4am as always but this time- it wasn't because of your boyfriend. it was because of the intense pain you're feeling in your belly- of course it's your period cramps. you groan and burry your head into your pillow- to in pain to notice that nanami has already made his way towards you- crawling into the bed ready to take his protein.

he gently rub your feets giving you a hint to spread your legs- and let him lap on your sweet pink pussy.

"not today nanami, im on my period" you tiredly mumble, to exhaust.

nanami raise an eyebrow up "and? i don't mind licking your blood soaked pussy- it's still a natural fluid, coming from your little pussy that I wanna drink on" he horsely say- clearly indicating that he also just woke up a couple minutes ago.

"ew no nanami that's gross" you say pushing his hands away with your feets- little did you know that this action activated a side of nanami that you have never experienced.

"so you're denying me from having my pussy?" nanami says through clenched teeth, clearly not happy that you denied him what's his.

you frown caught of guard by the tone of his voice- you have never seen nanami mad or displeased at you before. he's always so gentle and understanding about everything when it comes to you.

you hold your face up from your pillow taking a look at him- standing at the edge of the bed with a blank expression on his face that you can't seem to read.

"I asked you a question y/n. are you denying me from what's mine?" he says sternly as if the next thing you say might be the death of you.

yet you still playfully roll your eyes at him and bring your face back into your pillow mumbling a "it's my pussy, not yours"

it goes silent for a moment you assumed that your boyfriend went to the bathroom to get ready for his work- but oh you were dead wrong.

you let out a gasp as you feel a strong hand firmly hold your hair, pulling your face out the pillow- it wasn't strong enough to hurt but it was sure enough to sting.

your head was turned around to face no one other then nanamis face.

"nanami-" you were cut off by your boyfriend tsking at you.

"I see now what it is- do I have to teach my little baby a lesson? make sure she knows that this pussy is very much mine?" you stare at him utterly confused- scared because that's completely off for nanami.

"i-" again you were cut off by him shushing you while bringing your face closer to his by your hair.

"you don't utter a word out of this pretty mouth of yours if you don't want daddy getting more mad at you baby" for some reason the insanity in his face make your pussy throb- you have never thought you would see nanami this way- viens popping out of his hands and neck, hair slightly messy, while his scary-angry eyes are staring at you like they wanna devour you.

you were used to nanami soft gaze at you but this- this was completely new. you were snapped back to him when you felt an aggressive pull at your hair that made you groan out.

"do you understand?" nanami spit out, you node eagerly clenching your thighs together- turned on by whatever is happening right now.

and nanami seems to notice that "aw my little baby's pussy is needy for me?" he aws at your pussy as if he's speaking to a baby- he realise your hair out of his grip and instead he holds both of your legs into his shoulder- holding your lower half body up in the air close to his face.

your shirt goes down from gravity exposing you fully- you're basically naked right now in front of his hungry eyes. pussy and ass so close to his face you can feel his warm breath against your pussy.

he groans out as he slowly pulls out your tampon and throw it into the trashcan next to your bed- your mind is to hazy and drung off pleasure to even care about what he just did.

you can feel his hand trailing up your stomach till it reachs your breast and he tugs hard on your nipple ripping a moan out of you- you arch your pussy into his face desperate for something- anything.

he trails his nose up to your pussy down to your ass sniffing everywhere- claiming what's his- then he lashes into your pussy his tongue is restless. lapping at every bit of you- to much to much you think. you couldn't help letting out a sniffle from how sensitive you're because of your period.

"is my baby sensitive?" he groans out trailing his tongue to your ass- as his eyes role behind his head.

you throw your head back and moan out at the ceiling- clearly to much for you to even form a sentence.

"mhm it's okay. daddy is gonna make you coat his cock with your blood and juice first before letting you cum" he says as he free his cock out, stroaking it hard as he lean in- "open your mouth for me baby" he whispers and you obey without hesitation.

nanami purse his lips and spit in your mouth, warm, wet spit hit your tongue and you swallow it all- nanami let out a whimper at the sight clearly going insane over this.

he slowly line up his cock on your puffy pink pussy, sliding in so fast. so hard. your pussy immediately squeeze around his dick like you're tryna strangel him. nanami couldn't help taking your little suck-covered feets close to his face and groan out into them. the little gasps and mewls that escape your puffy lips make nanamis mouth dry. He begins fucking his hips up.

nanami curses, head tipping back, Every little curl and twitch of your toes, every feel of your curved arch has him dizzy with need. He feels his blood hot beneath his skin, abdomen tightening with an overwhelming lust.

"fuck," he growls, fucking you sloppy and he almost can't recognize himself. It's exhilarating. "faster, baby, shit—faster. I'm almost there, just a bit—nngh—a bit more."

his words come out in heavy pants, but you rapidly nod along like his perfect girl. You squeeze around his dick as you cum,eyes rolling and he just watches himself slide in you, cursing and grunting until the tension that's built inside of him completely snaps, he pulls out and he comes with a long moan. his come spurts up, more than usual and landing on your toes and top of your feet.

nanami thinks he blacks out for a few seconds.

"nanami" you suddenly breath out, making him to open his eyes just for them to turn dark as he watchs you slowly swiping your finger on your cum covered socks- covered with his cum, before you place it inside of your mouth, so sweetly sucking it, nanami groans, his cock is already hard again, ready to splash you with his cum again.

and suddenly he has the urge to suck his juices off from your sock. So he does. lightly grasping your ankle, kento ignores your little yelp as he licks from the bottom of your foot to your toes. your sock is soft against his tongue, pressed so close to your skin, and then kento tastes his own come. moaning, he takes your toes into his mouth, sucking the small digits and pressing the tip of his tongue in between.

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sunsetsimon · 7 months

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boyfriend simon nsfw cont..

simon 'ghost' riley x reader nsfw

okay the first part did okay so here’s what i cut off :) enjoy - sun

nsfw under the cut! mdni

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☼ at first, simon honestly had zero sex drive. he’s been through so much trauma around it, so it rarely crosses his mind. but once you and him become sexually active, he’s ready to go all the time. almost like a horny teenager, every time you cuddle for a while you’ll feel his cock hardening and twitching in his pants before he pulls away, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable. he’ll need you to initiate at first, letting him know it’s okay and that you want him too.

☼ he thinks it’s so fun to tease you, dragging out the foreplay for ages until he decides to show mercy. he’ll kiss every inch of your body, caressing you with his rough hands, a hum escaping your lips. and when he finally feels ready to fuck you, he’ll drag it out even longer for his own torture, forcing you to wait with him. he pushes into you slowly, your pussy coating him easily, stretching more with each inch inserted.

he shivers, pushing deeper until his tip kisses your cervix, and then he stops… unmoving again as he leans down to kiss your neck and chest, ignoring the way you desperately try to move your hips on his for more friction. “si please.. ‘need you so bad,” you whine, shaking your hips to try and loosen his grip on your hips.

“shh.. just wanna feel you for a minute, lovie.”

☼ eating you out becomes a non-negotiable every time too. he won't fuck you until he's given you at least one orgasm with his tongue. simon loves when you ride his face. his arms will hook around your thighs, holding you against his mouth as he devours you completely, moaning at your taste. he loves when you get so desperate to finish, grinding your swollen clit down against his wet muscle, crying out as you finally cum. he doesn’t even notice his own hips bucking against nothing, so turned on by you that he can barely think straight. he laps up every drop from your little hole, pushing his tongue in to taste even more, as if he’d never get the chance again.

☼ sometimes he can get rough, loving to completely dominate you. his hands squeeze your hips hard, nails leaving red crescent indents in your soft skin. "fucking slut.. you're so tight," he hisses, dipping his head into your neck to bite the skin of your shoulder.

your thoughts are spiraling, unable to think straight with the pain and pleasure mixing. his name falls from your lips like a chant as you cum, leg muscles flexing so hard they almost cramp. simon fucks you expertly, desperate to reach his own release. your gummy walls squeeze around him, enveloping him in hot, wet pleasure. “gonna cum baby,” he breathes, milking his last thrusts to not finish inside, “where do you want me?”

☼ has a massive breeding kink after you let him cum inside. the first time is random, completely impulsive but you’re so wrapped up in pleasure that you just need this. “cum inside me… please, i need it,” you beg, dragging him out of his focus, his dark eyes staring down at you, your face shoved into the pillow, ass up in the air.

his huge hand makes impact with your fat ass cheek, slapping it hard before squeezing it, pulling it apart to watch his cock side in and out of your pussy. “fuckin’ you aint enough, huh? you just need me to fill you up? make you have my fuckin’ babies?” he asks roughly, spanking you again. he doesn’t even listen for your answer, completely pussydrunk and needing to fulfill your request.

simon moans your name, pulling you back against him as he releases, hot cum coating your insides in multiple spurts, his orgasm dragging. he holds you there, making you to soak up every drop he can give.

☼ can attempt to be submissive but fails every time because he gets so impatient he cant help but grab your hips and fuck your cunt hard and fast, easily working an orgasm out of you. he gets so needy, feeling so uncomfortable until he's back in your squishy pussy, filling you up with his seed over and over until you cum all around his cock. sometimes he feels a little guilty for not allowing you to have your moment, but he knows you love it anyways.

#i keep writing while laying in bed im sorry if its bad #its 11pm i had a bad day and i dont feel good so #.wbm #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #cod x reader #smut

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bombuni · 1 month

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a wild ride

summary: It’s Halloween night. Your friends have decided to take you out and get you drunk, but it’s kind of hard to focus on forgetting when the man you want to forget is standing across the room and flirting with another girl. genre/pairing: kim hongjoong x reader, slight yunho x reader, smut, jealous f2l wc: 4.4k warnings: SMUT, 18+ MDNI!, mentions of weed and drinking, cursing, drunk sex but they’re tipsy at the worst, mean!dom!hongjoong, but he's soft for reader, fem!sub!reader, bratty reader but she gets tamed quick, one instance of edging, finger sucking, name calling (just the use of ‘slut’) they’re both so possessive of each other and jealous it’s crazy bom note: this is my love letter to hongjoong’s bouncy outfit bc we moved on too fast</3 anywhooo THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 1K!!! we hit it like a couple weeks ago but. it’s here now guys. I thank you for liking my works enough to follow and support and nothing will prove my gratitude but I just hope this comes close enough :) please enjoy and thanks once again everyone!!<3 also, here’s a playlist i made and listened to a lot while writing this!

You’re not really sure how your friends managed to talk you into coming out tonight. Much less, how you let Wooyoung drag you into matching costumes with him and San. Now you feel like an idiot standing in a fairly inaccurate rendition of a cat next to a pirate version of Seonghwa and Spider-man Yunho. Wooyoung seems to enjoy matching with you, although, letting everyone in the cramped house know that you three ‘have the best couples costume’ in the party. It’s embarrassing having to pull Wooyoung away from annoyed partygoers every 5 seconds, but he’s already halfway drunk and it’s sort of endearing how he boasts about you.

The night has barely started and whatever poor soul lives here should already be regretting hosting a Halloween party. There’s 4 couples making out in your line of sight, the smell of weed permeates your clothes, and the drunk-off-their-ass people in the middle of the room dancing to a poor remix of Monster Mash are sure to break something. There’s a rank scent that emanates from the wall on which you’re leaning against which makes you think someone’s already thrown up right where your shoulder is touching. Or it could just be Seonghwa’s breath, you’re not really sure.

The overwhelming heat from the bodies stuffed in the room is no comparison to the heat boiling inside of you. The humidity in the air and cacophony of noises do nothing to help your rising irritation. You try to cool it down with the iced drink in your hand, but the only way the warmth will go away is by looking away from Hongjoong-who’s in such a clear view from across the room you’d consider it God’s punishment for your selfish desire-and that’s never really going to happen. Not if he keeps looking at her while he’s dressed like that. That being in an intolerably well-fitting cowboy outfit. It’s obvious he knows he looks good, his forearm resting on the wall above the girl’s head as he leans down to hear her better. To get more intimate, to give her the same enticingly inviting smirk he gives you. Your cup crinlinking harshly in your fist snaps you out of the rage-induced trance. Seonghwa’s knowing smirk is haunting you from the corner of your eye, Yunho on your other side trying and failing to hide the same impish smile.

“You know you can’t actually blow people’s heads off if you stare hard enough, right?” Yunho chuckles, watching you out of the corner of his eye.

“Ha, ha,” the sarcasm flows right off of Yunho.

“Someone’s jealous,” Seonghwa’s voice is tinged with a taunt, the smell of alcohol absolutely dripping off of him as he leans into you. You’re fully aware of his drunken intentions to piss you off, but you try your best to be mature and ignore the teasing finger he’s pointing in your face.

“Jesus, are you 12?” Smacking the finger out of your face, he stumbles back in mild surprise.

Yunho’s at least somewhat sober, laughing at the ‘pirate’s’ drunk theatrics, “I have an idea for you-”

Seonghwa lifts his red solo cup in the air and his mouth moves faster than either you or Yunho can process, “You kiss Hongjoong!”

It’s simply impossible for Hongjoong to have heard him from across the room and over the various conversations and the loud music playing, but you still shush and shove Seonghwa in a panic as if he’ll come over and shoot you down right in front of everybody. He pulls the ridiculously fake eyepatch up over his eye to stare at you incredulously, “That was rude,”

Yunho pulls Seonghwa into him, a protective arm landing over him so you won’t slap the alcohol out of his system, “Why don’t you go and, I don’t know, tell Hongjoong you’re in love with him?” He says with a mocking voice, shrugging as if it’s a simple solution.

You scoff at the tall man, “First of all, I am not in love wi-“

All of a sudden, Wooyoung pops up between you and Yunho’s bodies with his drawn-on whiskers completely smudged and cat ears gone, “Hongjoong! You looovveee Hongjoong,” he’s swaying and already moved on to telling you how much he loves you instead when you try to respond. Yunho only smirks at you, I told you so clearly evident on his pale face.

You grumble embarrassedly and glance towards Hongjoong again to make sure he hasn’t heard any of your guys’ conversation , “I don’t.”

Wooyoung hums to the song playing, balance completely lost as he drops all of his body weight onto you and tunes out of the conversation. Seonghwa’s not fairing any better against Yunho, but he’s still trying to tell you what a match you and Hongjoong are.

“All we’re trying to say is that,” Yunho pauses to move Seonghwa’s fingers from his lips, “Hongjoong’s been in a bad mood all night watching you, and now he’s chatting up another girl? I-”

Wooyoung mumbles from where he’s resting on your shoulder, “Something’s fishy,”

Yunho nods, “What he said,”

You roll your eyes for the millionth time that night. A small, naive part of you really, really wants to believe your friends. But they’re drunk, and you’ll admit you’re slightly tipsy. You’ve accepted the fact that Hongjoong will never see you as more than a good friend. You look over to Hongjoong one more time in hopes that this time you won’t feel anything, but when you turn your head you find him already looking in your direction. You can’t really tell what his expression means, but his jaw is clenched and his scrutinizing eyes remain on Wooyoung’s arms around you. It’s no coincidence or trick of the light, you’re sure, but a poorly crafted Batman passes in front of you and Hongjoong’s back to being entranced by the girl next to him.

For a second, you’re lost in space and time. You should be embarrassed and ashamed that one glance from him is enough to send you careening back into fantasies of him, but the alcohol in your system and Yunho’s encouragement makes for a deadly combination. There’s a plan forming in your head. The sober half of you is rationalizing Hongjoong’s glance and telling you it was nothing more than that; a glance. But the tipsy half tells you that you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.

As Yunho sips his drink idly, you decide to take your chance, “Wanna dance, Yunho?”

He exhales sharply through his nostrils, smiling smugly because he knows exactly what your intentions are, “Sure, kitty,”

He takes your hand gently and pulls you towards the makeshift dance floor. He bows elegantly as if this is a ballroom, but he looks ridiculous doing it in a Spider-Man costume amidst people of varying states of sobriety. While you’re busy doubled over laughing at him, he sneaks his arms around you. It’s sudden when he pulls you flush against his body, brown eyes searching yours for any uncertainty before pulling your arms around his neck. For some reason, touching the nape of his neck makes you feel a certain closeness to him. Yunho leans his forehead on yours and the intimacy he’s allowing you makes you regret inviting him to dance. He really shouldn’t be pulling out all the stops for a girl who’s thinking of someone else.

Yunho takes your silence as embarrassment from his showiness, “I gotta make it believable, right?” You’ve never really thought about how tall he is until now, head tilted to only focus on you. His big hands wrap around your waist and burn where they touch.

“R-right,” you mumble, still dizzy from Yunho’s closeness.

Unbeknownst to you, Hongjoong’s fuming behind the sea of people. Your back is to him so you can’t see the pursed lips and furrowed eyebrows painted on his face. Yunho, on the other hand, gladly takes notice when he finally looks over to him. Hongjoong’s s gone to completely ignoring the girl he was talking to, only humming ‘yeah’s’ and ‘totally’s’ when he’s prompted. He’s burning holes into your back, as if glaring will suddenly remove you from Yunho. The fuse in him blows when you laugh at something Yunho said. The sound is barely heard over the music and myriad of voices, but it still reverberates through Hongjoong like it’s a call to him. Only meant for him.

“It worked,” Yunho whispers into your ear and sends chills down your spine, “Your cowboy’s stomping over.” You look at your Spiderman smiling down at you one last time when you feel a gloved hand on your shoulder. You can’t really see under the strobe lights, but there’s surely no smile on Hongjoong’s face. He’s glaring at Yunho like you’re his property that he’s touched without permission. Yunho’s hands slide slowly off of you compared to the quick removal of yours, just to piss Hongjoong off even more. You’re sure Yunho has another sort of personal vendetta against Hongjoong now.

“Hey, cowpoke,” there’s a lazy drawl in Yunho’s voice, bordering on venomous, “wanna join us?” Yunho’s hands move to wrap around you again, but Hongjoong quickly pulls you back into his side. He’s surprised by how easily you meld into his movements, but he doesn’t know how far you’d really let him go.

“You’re both drunk,” you follow like a lost puppy as he pulls you off the makeshift dance floor, “and need to be separated.”

Yunho hums behind you, “I’m perfectly sober,”

Hongjoong scoffs and as he opens his mouth to retort, you pull away from him, “I wanna keep dancing, Joong,”

Yunho shrugs as if the issue is completely out of his hands-again, what did Hongjoong do to him?-and smiles, “You heard the lady,” Hongjoong’s eyes fixate on the taller man, fists clenching at his side. If looks could kill, Yunho would have been 6 feet under ten minutes ago. His mind races with thoughts of how to get rid of Yunho, how to keep you for himself, and how his hand is still pulsing from when he felt yours, fearing he’s become addicted to your touch already.

His tone is final, “No.”

Before you can even say anything, Hongjoong drags you through the overflow of bodies towards the upstairs of the house. You can certainly hear Seonghwa and Wooyoung hollering obscenities at you-even over the party noise-before Hongjoong leads you deeper and deeper into the surprisingly large house. The hallways grow quieter and less crowded before he finds an empty room, letting you in first. It’s quaint and sparsely decorated, the soft environment settling your nerves. As you sit on the white bedsheets, Hongjoong watches you like you’re his next meal.

He finally speaks, arms crossed and a questioning look on his face, “You good?’

You raise an eyebrow at him, “Yes. Are you?”

He doesn’t answer you because he’s not really sure if he is. In truth, Hongjoong can’t stop looking at you. He’s sure your look tonight is imprinted in his brain all the way from the short, short skirt to the ridiculously low cut top you’re wearing. He’s frustrated with himself that he feels so possessive over you, as if you’re already his. He’s frustrated with you for simply letting Wooyoung and Yunho do as they please.

You watch as he sits on the bed next to you, fiddling with the cuffs of his gloves. He’s trying to act nonchalant, but you can tell he’s holding back from scolding you with the way he’s biting his cheek. He’s good at hiding it from others, but not from you.

His words are short and sharp, “Were you having fun with Yunho?”

The question catches you off guard. You mirror him, playing with your fishnet leggings and watching him out of the corner of your eye. You’re scared he’ll say yes, but you ask anyway, “Were you?”

Hongjoong turns to you, “I asked first,”

You roll your eyes at him, “Whatever. You seemed pretty happy talking to Ms. Boobs-in-your-face,”

You’re being petty and insulting a girl you don’t even know, but the irritation from earlier is returning with a fiery revenge. It keeps building the more you think about the way her hands would continuously run down the textured white lines on his shirt. Or how he’d smile at her like she was the only person in the room. You can feel his eyes on you again and you’re too embarrassed to meet them. You’re sure he’s sporting a cocky smile now that he’s heard the jealousy dripping in your voice.

“You didn’t seem to mind Yunho grinding on you,” he spits out before he can stop himself.

That finally makes you look at him, “He was not-”

“And Wooyoung’s hands all over you,”

You gawk at him, surprised to know that he had been watching you too. Now the pettiness you’re both showing is obvious. The air is tense before you speak, Hongjoong’s intent glare making you feel small, “You know how Wooyoung is, especially when he’s drunk,”

Hongjoong rolls his eyes at you, “Doesn’t explain Yunho crawling all over you,”

You cross your arms, inadvertently pushing your tits together and Hongjoong has to hold back a groan, “Why are you so concerned with what Yunho and I do?”

There’s a mutual understanding of the jealousy coursing through the room, though it’s unspoken. In your anger, however, you can’t really process the fact that he’s possessive over you. That he’s outright admitting he thinks of you as his, and vice versa. Instead of simply kissing and making up, you keep pissing each other off. Why you keep pressing his buttons you’re not sure, but you can’t deny how hot Hongjoong looks with the black cowboy hat tilted over his face, muscular arms tensing under the dim light.

He stands to his full height again-too frustrated to stay still-moving so that he’s right in front of you, “What, so you’re into Yunho all of a sudden?”

“Did you just bring me up here so you can interrogate me on my love life?” you mumble.

His jaw clenches again, “You’re so mouthy tonight, you know that? I’m getting sick of it,”

He’s invading your space now, lips so close you could just reach up and touch them with yours, “What are you going to do about it, Hongjoong?”

The words seem to set something off in him, his lips on you so fast it’s dizzying. His warm hands automatically find their way to your hips as he pushes you backwards onto the bed. He’s finally figured out how to silence you, muffling any sounds you make with his mouth. Anything that comes from you, he wants for himself. It’s sloppy and uncoordinated, both too focused on getting out all the built up feelings and frustration. Neither of you care about anything but getting more and more of each other. You feel his tongue finding its way into your mouth and you don’t put up much of a fight anymore.

He doesn’t pause his attack on your lips, panting while he speaks, “You gonna keep mouthing off, baby?”

Your mind short-circuits at the nickname. Although a large part of your annoyance has now dissipated, his lips like water to soothe the burn of your desire, you still want to see how far you can push him,

“Dunno,” you pant out.

His right hand slides up from your hip bone to your jawline as goosebumps follow the trail of his touch. A whine slips out of you when Hongjoong’s hand contracts, squishing your cheeks and forcing your lips into a pout so your focus is on his words. He can’t help the prideful smirk when he hears the noise you make, happy to know he has such an effect on you.

“I know,” a kiss to your jawline, “I’m going to show you who you belong to,”

You wiggle in his grasp, but he’s holding you tight, “And exactly who do I belong to?”

He smirks down at you, thoughts running through all the ways he’s going to break you, “Oh, you’re funny,” he leans threateningly over you, “You’re very funny,”

Just because you enjoy the game of stirring him on you continue, “Yunho said the same thing,”

He smiles dangerously at you. Not dangerous in the sense of attractiveness, but more in the sense that it’s a warning to the vicious, envious territory you’re entering. You feel your resolve melting against him, the air suffocating you with the thick, heavy feeling of pent-up desire. However, he doesn’t even let you get the right words out before he sticks his thumb into your mouth. It’s surprisingly appetizing, and you don’t wait for his sign to go before wrapping your lips around it. It’s your silent apology for what you said.

Now, his smile is gentler. But it’s Hongjoong, and Hongjoong doesn’t let things go so easy.

“Sluts needs to be quiet,” he whispers softly, but it’s who it’s coming from that makes it so you hear it loud and clear. You nod in obedience, still lapping as he adds more fingers into your mouth, exploring this part of your body.

“You know what else sluts need to do?” You shake your head and open your eyes up at him, “They need to fucking behave.”

He growls, “You’re gonna take what I give you until I’ve had enough. Then I’ll give you what you want,”

You want to whine and protest, but he’s looking at you like that’s not even an option. He stares down at you, taunting and challenging you. Hongjoong knows you’re not happy about his rules, but he doesn’t care. You need to learn to forget about anyone other than him. He won’t stop until you do. Your mouth pulls off of his fingers with a pop and you realize all too quickly what a mistake you’ve made.

His eyes squint at you, “Did I tell you to stop?”

You peer up at him with a guilty look, pout heavy on your lips hoping he’ll show just the slightest bit of mercy. But once again, it’s Hongjoong. He manhandles you towards him, back to his chest and for some reason it feels like you’re a complete puzzle.

He gropes your sides, pulling you close so you can feel how hard he is for you. The feeling of him rubbing against you makes you moan, the sheer satisfaction of finally getting what you want making you high on the pleasure. You know you’re supposed to be quiet, but the excitement of going against Hongjoong just ‘cause makes you want to do it more.

You spot his blue hair out of the corner of your eye as he leans down to your ear, “You’re gonna be quiet and take it like a good slut,” His right arm comes up and around your neck, pulling you in as if you aren’t already close enough, “Unless you want Yunho to hear?”

His clothed dick is making you weak. It’s the only friction he’s given you so far and it’s already breaking and tearing you apart. You shake your head vigorously, spouting nonsense babbles as if you’re appalled Hongjoong would even suggest that. However, Hongjoong seems all too enticed by the idea of everyone hearing how loud he can make you. You try to get more from him by rutting back into him, hoping he liked your answer, but he stops your hips.

“Sluts don’t get what they want, baby,” He pants into your ear and you realize he’s just as torn as you are, he’s just better at hiding it. His hand finds its way under your skirt, fumbling to pull your panties down. The sound of your wet pussy fills the room as Hongjoong plays with your folds, agonizingly slow to make you shake with anticipation.

He smiles down at you, “You’re so fucking wet,”

Before you can say anything snappy, he slides in you. He fills you just right, and you don’t want to sound crazy, but you feel like your pussy was sculpted just for him. His cock drives in you and hits right where you need it to. It makes you want to fall over, too weak to hold yourself up, but Hongjoong stops that from even happening.

You’re whining for more, “Keep being loud and Wooyoung will hear you,”

You gasp as he thrusts in you, but it just spurs him on. Being buried in you feels right, like it’s where he was made to be. He chalks up his intensified feelings to the alcohol flowing in his system.

Your moans mix together, “Seonghwa too? Want me to make everyone in this house know who’s fucking you?”

You can barely keep your head up, much less respond to him. The bed squeaks as he thrusts in you over and over again, limbs entangled. You start to think Hongjoong may have some jealousy issues, but you don’t mind.

His hand snakes around you again, this time reaching to play with your clit. His fingers make your knees buckle, the rhythm between his hips and his hand sending a new wave of pleasure through you. You don’t have the energy to process it, but all the while he’s telling you how he’s the only one who can touch you like this.

Your lower half is on fire, white hot sparks of pleasure flowing all the way from your abdomen to your toes. All of your senses are heightened because of Hongjoong’s touch and you feel the pleasure reaching its tipping point, right before Hongjoong rips his hand away and stops his hips.

Your complaint is right on the tip of your tongue, but Hongjoong drags you like a ragdoll over him before you can get the words out. Your senses haven’t even come back to you yet, but Hongjoong looks up at you with the cockiest smile and you feel that same bliss again.

His hands on your hips turns your nervous system on again, “You wanna cum, baby?”

Your voice comes out hoarse, “Yes. Yes, please, Joongie,”

He looks up at you contemplatively, as if deciding whether you deserve to finish or not. It makes a defiant whine build up in your throat the longer he takes.

He shushes you with a nudge, “Then work for it.”

Hongjoong’s tone is final and even though you’re on top of him, there’s no room for control or for arguing. He looks up at you expectantly, simply waiting for you to obey. You want to grab his collar, make him regret talking to you like he owns you, but unfortunately he in fact does.

The cowboy hat is befitting now, so you take it for yourself. His blue hair is disheveled and tangled underneath it, but he still looks celestial. A laugh rips out of him as the hat tips over your head when you look down. You pout at him, but the giggles slip into groans when you slide down him again.

It’s entirely too distracting for Hongjoong, and he has to bite his lip to hold back from cumming on the spot. You’re too tight and wet, too perfect for him. He almost regrets putting you in this position now.

But you look too good all sweaty on top of him, mouth parted open in satisfaction, with the sound of skin against skin accompanying you. Watching you bounce with his hat on makes him feel a little crazy.

His hand reaches for your clit again, finding that spot that he’s learned your body really likes. Your back arches against his fingers, shuddering at the feeling of him. His fingers follow a pattern against you, persistent in their goal to make you cum. It’s too good, too fast. You can’t help it as your body falls over him, pleasure overriding your ability to function.

Hongjoong laughs at you, “Can't do anything on your own, huh? Dumb slut needs me to help,” You nod against his neck, hiding your embarrassed blush.

He, uncharacteristically, kisses the crown of your head. You suppose it’s an apology for the way he hauls your thighs over him, then slams you back down on his cock again. Once again, the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. You feel the heat rising in you again, your body tightening up against Hongjoong.

This time there’s no signs of him stopping, his forearms keeping a tight hold of your thighs as he spears you on his cock over and over again, his desperate pants right by your ear.

He senses you’re near your tipping point, “See? All you needed was a good fucking for you to behave,”

You nod brainlessly, simply following whatever he says with only one thing on your mind.

“You can cum, baby. Want you to be loud so even fucking Yunho knows,”

You feel it coursing through you. It’s been a slow build up waves caused by Hongjoong, but now with his permission it turns into a full-on tsunami hitting you. The pleasure shoots through you, your entire body seizing up as it takes over you. Hongjoong fucks you through it with slow, shallow thrusts. Or at least he tries to, before the feeling of your tightening pussy finally pulls the orgasm out of him. He’s quick to pull out, his cum splattering all over his lower abdomen.

When you’re done, you’re left panting and sweaty on his still shirt-clad chest. You feel his racing heartbeat against your hands, heavy breaths beating against you. You look up and Hongjoong has the softest, tranquil smile for you.

“I only danced with Yunho to make you jealous,” you mumble amidst the silence.

His hand runs through your hair under his hat, “I only flirted with that girl to make you jealous,”

You’re scared by how soft and intimate it’s suddenly turned. You’re scared Hongjoong only thinks of you as a fuck buddy now, nothing more nothing less. So, You don’t say anything else.

He knows you by now, knows where every cog in your brain goes and how it works. Hongjoong pokes your cheek gently, “That means I like you a lot,”

“Oh,” you feel your heartbeat pick up speed, “me too.”

“Good,” he smiles at you again, that charming and sugary sweet smile he only gives you, “then we’ll go on a date.” You nod into him, blissful peace finally settling over you.

You’re halfway to sleep when Hongjoong speaks up again, “Can I have my hat back?”

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preeningpisces · 1 month

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♡ Too Sensitive - Part Two ♡

Telling the JJK men you get too sensitive right before you cum and always have to stop, effectively ruining your orgasms.

A/N: basically Choso is sweet—the other two are not lol

Includes: Choso, Kenjaku, and Sukuna Part One sorry for lumping you in with the baddies, Choso

Content: masturbation, fingering, cunnilingus, p-in-v, bondage, monsterfucking, dacryphilia, degradation, praise

Petnames: whore, my lord

TW: dubcon, sadism

18+ Content below, mdni, implied chubby f!reader - enjoy!

Choso is earnest & helps you through it. He wants you to cum, it’s one of the best parts of sex. Denying yourself every time, even if it isn’t intentional, has to be frustrating. He'll do whatever you need to get there.

♡ ♡ ♡

With how new relationships are for Choso, you haven’t added sex to the equation yet. Everything about intimacy is a learning curve, and even though the two of you agreed to take things slow, Choso has shown a clear yearning and interest in sex. So when he walks in on a failed masturbation attempt, all thoughts of easing into sex flew out the window. How was he supposed to forget the sight of your legs spread, head thrown back, and fingers working to make yourself come?

He crawled up the bed, and with pleading eyes, asked what was wrong. You insisted everything was fine, but Choso isn’t stupid: he knew you were masturbating, and it didn’t go how it was supposed to for whatever reason. Eagerness alone isn’t enough to make up for a lack of knowledge, however, and Choso feels almost as frustrated as you when he accepts he doesn’t know how to help.

It’s then you learn of Choso’s persuasion skills, because you now rub your clit for your boyfriend to watch. His gaze is heavy and irreverent—transfixed by your wet pussy.

“It’s so pretty,” he says when your hole twitches, and the compliment makes warmth flood through you. “Can I touch you?”

“A-ah, yeah, go ahead.” The scenario wounds your pride: you don’t want to struggle in front of Choso. How is he supposed to trust you as a guide when you can’t even give yourself a basic orgasm? A tentative touch to your labia interrupts these thoughts, appreciating its shapes and feeling your wetness.

You whimper when his curiosity leads him to tracing your hole—not penetrating, only running the tip of his finger through the rim. He looks at you in question before he slowly breeches you, amazed by the sight and sensation of you parting for him.

It isn’t until you shift your hips that he grazes your g-spot, and your pussy squeezes his fingers so hard he briefly wonders if he hurt you. Uncertainty fades away as he caresses the rough area, his excitement growing as you move against his hand with a moan. It’s wet and warm, and the thought of it surrounding his cock makes him bite back a sound.

“Choso, you’re doing so good,” you pant, your voice tight with effort. “You can put another in.”

He does as told, mouth hanging when he sees your pussy stretch to accommodate his fingers. Over-eager, he relentlessly strokes your g-spot, his hips grinding against the bed. You cry out and match his intensity by circling your clit quickly. It doesn’t take long for your legs to tremble, and your body to stiffen. Whether by accident or knowing more than you thought he would, his fingers scissor, and you’re brought to the door of stinging pleasure.

“I can’t—I’m sorry,” your hand flies off instinctively, but he catches your wrist.

“Keep going,” he says lowly, and covers your fingers, moving them to glide over your clit beneath his own. “Let me help you.”

It’s an odd sensation: your familiar fingers moving in unfamiliar ways. He intensifies your touch, and resumes stroking your g-spot, shooting red-hot nerves through your body.

“Oh, my god, Choso! That’s too fucking—” you wail when you come, muscles cramping from the tension. Choso’s touches never falter as he leans over to connect your lips. It’s a sloppy, noisy kiss, and he moans almost as much as you. When you thrash to get away from him and tears well in your eyes, he removes his fingers and pulls you close. You pant in unison, and when you glance down, you see Choso had come in his pants. Only minutes pass before you feel his erection poking your ass.

“Can I do it again?”

Kenjaku is curious & tests you through it: what makes you so sensitive? Is it a certain technique? Would different stimuli make it more or less intense? He wants to explore until he knows the ins and outs of the issue to sate his curiosity.

♡ ♡ ♡

If you were told that you would spend your Saturday evening tied down with your leader’s head between your legs, you would assume they mistook you for someone with a much more colorful sex life. In hindsight, it shouldn’t have come as a shock with his unpredictable nature, but you assumed he had no interest in sex–or anything that isn’t about cursed energy, really.

Your legs strain against the straps as you come with a voiceless scream, mouth hanging open. Kenjaku only licks at your cunt twice more before removing himself, his face expressionless as he watches you twitch and convulse. With his thumb he absentmindedly wipes residue from his jaw, only to lick it from his finger and lips–the display makes your cheeks heat, even though he just ate your pussy. When he remains silent, you know he’s mulling over something, and prepare yourself for the incoming rant as your high dissipates. Instead, he slides two fingers into you. He wastes no time locating your soft spot, caressing the area with deliberate strokes. His cool demeanor makes you feel foolish for making any noise, whether they come from your mouth or your pussy.

When he ate you out, he focused on your clit, his tongue flitting over your opening once or twice, but never penetrating. Now, it seems, he’s doing the exact opposite. Thick fingers part so widely it almost hurts, but so turned on it only makes you mewl, and raise your hips for more. This seems to herald your end, as he sets a rhythmic pace, pushing you further and further along. Like before, the pleasure skyrockets to a harsh burn, and you squirm in your restraints.

“Where does it hurt?” You stare at him stupidly, unsure what he said. It’s the first he’s spoken since strapping you down. “You said it gets over-sensitive before an orgasm. Where is that happening now?”

“My clit,” you manage. His fingering doesn’t slow even as you’re trying to speak.

“Is it internal or external?” A choke interrupts you before you can ask him to clarify, as another orgasm knocks the wind out of you. His fingers are still, but continue to pulse against your g-spot as your pussy clenches. Sensing your confusion, he continues.

“Does it happen in the head of your clitorus,” his thumb swipes over it cheekily, making you yelp. “Or is it internal?” He presses against your g-spot with an exaggerated force. Kenjaku’s voice is slow and condescending as he explains, as if you’re a child. You’re still trembling through your orgasm, too overwhelmed to think, let alone answer. Miffed by your silence, he pulls your nipple with his free hand.

“External! Fuck!”

“Interesting,” he says to himself, and continues to toy with your nipple until your eyes water. Two fingers straddle your clit, not touching, and rub the entire area in slow circles. A loud gasp tears from deep in your lungs, your body unsure what to do with this development.

“No, you can’t be serious,” your voice warbles when a pinch to your clit chastises you. “Fuck, fuck–no!” You jerk against the restraints, and your hips try to run away from his touch. “Stop!”

“Tell me, was it worse the second time, or the same?” A muted whimper is your only reply. “Oh, don’t be like that. You’re fine. I have more methods to try, after all.”

Sukuna is sadistic & forces you through it: normally he doesn’t care if you cum, but the thought that it’s too much and overwhelms you very much appeals to him.

♡ ♡ ♡

How your Lord became privy to such information you’ll never know for certain, but you have an inkling of how it happened. You were a simple servant, tasked with trivial duties like laundry and sweeping in the courtesan’s quarters. You had sequestered a bottle of liquor to be shared with those you consider friends, and the four of you drunkenly giggled as you shared your racy experiences.

Apparently, one of your ‘friends’ is a fucking narc, or just an idiot with loose lips and no sense. Because a handful of days later, you’re being summoned by Sukuna himself, and find yourself propped on his lap.

The tongue is waterlike, curling and rolling between your thighs, leaving thick saliva in its wake. It doesn’t take long for your pussy to leak and for pathetic sounds to spill. Does he prefer silence? You fist your robes, unsure if you’re allowed to even touch Sukuna; you have no clue how you’re supposed to behave.

“I’m going to kill the fool that sent you to the servant’s quarters,” he says. One of your breasts stills from your robe, and he is quick to palm it with his massive hand, and more terrifyingly, pull your nipple. His other hand squeezes your pliant thigh, and another molds against your hip, thumb digging into your lower belly–clearly appreciating how soft you are.

Barely, you resist rolling your hips in tandem with his licking. Despite it all, the large slippery tongue feels unlike anything you’ve felt before. The roll of his tongue is passionate enough that it swipes at your ass as well, making you gasp and clench every time. The pleasant sensations bleed into discomfort as you get close–what you’ve feared ever since you came into his throne room–and you stiffen as you try to bear through it.

His tongue never stops its languid stroking, and despite your best effort, you thrash and twist in his hold, trying to escape the burn. A plea for him to stop bubbles at your lips. You have no choice but to take it, and after a few moments of unbearable rubbing on your clit, you sob as an orgasm is ripped from you. The tongue never stops. It laps wildly, trying to drink everything your body offers. Tears spill from your eyes, as the prickling in your clit spreads.

“That was fast,” he muses, lazily eyeing your quivering body. “I’ve never seen a whore cry because she got her cunt licked.” His tongue flicks your clit sharply, and he chuckles when you nearly topple over. “Sensitive?”

“Yes, my lord.” You tremble all over; the weight of his attention is enough to terrify.

“Good.” Suddenly, he lifts and positions you over his cock—the one furthest from his pelvis. Your heart drops to your ass. It’s humongous, surely, it will kill you! You don’t have time to fear, because he presses you down immediately. It pushes against your entrance for several moments, unable to slide in despite how lubricated you are with his saliva and your juices, but eventually, your hole succumbs to the pressure from Sukuna’s hold and it breeches you violently. The size of his cock knocks the wind out of you, and its twin grazes the your pussy. Your clit feels like it’s on fire.

“Cry for me, whore,” he lifts you up and drops you back down, the slap and your yelp echo through the throne room. “It’s all you’re good for.”

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missmeinyourbones · 7 months

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hi, congrats on ur milestone! can i request gojo with #2 from the midnights prompts list from lavender haze? thank u!

ALL THIS SHIT IT NEW TO ME (s. gojo)

a/n: reader is on their period, satoru calls reader sweet girl and m'lady once, suggestive towards the end with mentions of pregnancy and period sex

L’s MIDNIGHTS EVENT!

Your phone vibrates against the wood of the bedside table.

"Hello?"

Sounding slightly out of breath, Satoru immediately responds on the other side of the call.

"Hi."

Silence takes over the line as he refuses to elaborate any further on his reason for calling. Between whatever the hell he's playing at right now and the dull sensation of what feels like clawing inside of your abdomen, your patience wears thin.

Your second greeting comes less friendly, "Hello?"

"Are you okay?" he instantly asks.

Is he on drugs?

Satoru can practically see your teeth gritting on the other end of the line as you sigh and take a moment to collect your thoughts. With an exhausted and irritated tone, you scoff.

"Are you okay?"

"Your text," he softly points out.

You sigh. Satoru had left early this morning for work, as he usually does. It wasn't until you woke up late with a massive migraine and familiar ache in your stomach that you realized you started your period. It being a bit early this month, you were out of tampons and naively texted your boyfriend to pick you up some his way home.

You should've known it seemed a bit too easy when he merely replied with a thumbs-up.

Fingers pressing the bridge of your nose, you do your best to stay somewhat pleasant.

"…What about it?"

"I'm at the store now," Satoru states the obvious. You can hear the diluted commotion of other shoppers around him, the sound of items being scanned and shopping carts being steered.

He may mean well, but you're failing to see the purpose of his call, "And you're calling me because…?"

"This is such a scary aisle," he says beneath his breath, but you hear him all the same.

You can practically see his pout of cluelessness as he stands before the aisle, hand on hip and sighs, "There's so many… things going on."

"I sent you a picture of the box, Satoru," your eyes instinctually roll back like muscle memory. A cramp hits you a bit harder than the rest and you wince, desperate for his help, "Please, I'll Venmo you."

You hear a muffled scoff from the other line, "No, that's not what I mean. Never say that again."

"Then what do you mean?"

Walking the line between being in over his head and weirdly intrigued, Satoru hums to himself.

"There's like… a million options."

Your hand flexes in on itself in irritation, nails leaving crescents on your palm when you bite, "It's really not that hard when I sent you a visual aid."

"All this shit is new to me," his voice gets muffled a bit and you can tell he's wedging the phone between his shoulder and ear.

You hear the sound of plastic being fondled when he innocently asks, "There's sizes? What size are you?"

"It's not a size thing, Satoru—"

He interrupts you, "It says there's different settings—”

"Settings?" You're going to kill him.

"Yeah," he responds too casually for the situation. "Regular, super, super plus. What the fuck is ultra?"

It's borderline comical, the way you look up to the ceiling in disbelief. If there's a god in heaven, he'll make it so Satoru hangs up the damn phone and gets his ass back in the car within the next minute.

"Like I said in the text," your tone is cold and irritated, "the regular ones are fine."

It's silent for a beat when Satoru whispers, "Are you sure?"

"What do you mean am I sure?" you try not to spit venom. "I've only been doing this for over ten years."

"I mean, I'm pretty big though, and—”

"This is so different, oh my god," you groan, head in hands. "Get the regular ones."

More rustling of plastic and shuffling ensues. "Okay, okay, getting the regular ones. Damn, they make you pay for these?"

"Yes, Satoru," you hiss through a clenched jaw. "Anything else or can I hang up on you now?"

You hear him moving, and you can only pray that it's towards the checkout area, when he breathes, "Actually, yeah.”

You should've known not to ask, as Satoru readjusts his grip on his phone and smoothly taunts, "Are you more likely to get pregnant on your period? Asking for a very interested friend."

The sound of the call ending is his cue to swipe his card.

…

Not long after and in the middle of his lunch break, Satoru arrives home.

He's all smiles when he knocks on the half-open bedroom door, and he sympathetically smirks when he's met with your icy glare and bedhead.

He presents the plastic bag of goodies with a dramatic bow, “M'lady."

"Thank you," grumbles from your lips as you practically snatch it from his hand.

Satoru sits on the edge of the bed next to your limp body, "Anything for you, sweet girl."

His hand finds your tender side as he rubs gentle and warm circles on your skin, a weak attempt to ease any pain of yours he can. He leans back on his palm as he watches you rustle through the bag.

"Got you some other stuff, too," he says, hand finding your hair and gently scratching your head.

It's sweet of him, really. Your usual box of tampons sits on top of the items, followed by a few of your favorite candies and one of those makeshift heating pads shaped like a stuffed animal. You already have about five of them, but it's the thought that counts.

Feeling yourself ease up at his good intentions, you go to thank him—but another package at the bottom of the bag has you glaring at him.

"Satoru…"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Condoms?" you hold out an unopened box of his favorite brand and toss them his way.

"Oh, yeah," he moves the hand in your hair down to your neck, stroking its side softly.

His breath is warm on your skin when he leans in to press a gentle kiss to the spot he knows you like beneath your ear. Though you huff at the insinuation, he doesn't miss how you shiver a bit beneath his lips.

"During my lengthy and extensive research, I read that sex can help cramps," he declares proudly, nudging your throat with the tip of his nose.

“Who were you keeping that detail from, hmm?"

#L's MIDNIGHTS EVENT!#gojo x reader #gojo x you #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #gojo fluff #satoru gojo fluff #satoru gojo fic #gojo fic

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hunny-beann · 6 months

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The Coming of Spring

Loki Laufeyson x f!Reader

Synopsis: It is May Eve on Asgard, a Holiday that exists to celebrate love, fertility, and the coming of Spring…

Though, if your lover, Prince Loki has his say in the matter (and he usually does), Spring will not be the only thing to come, nor will it be the only worshiped aspect of this particular eve.

Note: Welcome to the smut fest! For some reason I've found myself up at six in the morning writing this, so please forgive any mistakes I've made while in my horrendously exhausted state. I hope you enjoy! :)

Warnings: Pretty graphic NSFW, vulgarity, somewhat of a breeding kink, and pure unadulterated filth

Word Count: 2,419

There was a rather frantic energy pulsing throughout the room as the palace staff rushed about nervously, not a single set of idle hands to be found in the combined effort to finish the preparations for the afternoon's upcoming festivities in a timely manner.

You blew out a puff of air, already exhausted from the tasks you had completed thus far and silently cursing this day for daring to come at all.

And yet this year, as with every other, the springtime holiday still arrived, the augur of some great change, according to legend, though for you it always meant the same thing:

Waking up at five in the morning to prepare for the upcoming afternoon festival in whatever manner the queen deemed fit for the proper celebration of what had come to be well known Walpurgisnacht, or May Eve, the holiday that brought upon the loud and boisterous worship of love, fertility, and the coming of Spring.

And of course, a day so dedicated to such things was one of pleasant festivities to be certain, and thus you never failed to enjoy it, but even still, your chores weighed heavily upon you as your overworked fingers weaved petals and stems through glistening golden iron.

It had been four hours since you had gotten up to work, and somehow it had felt like an eternity, your hands cramping and begging for relief as the tips of your fingers rubbed themselves raw with duty.

You paused for a moment to yawn into the crook of your elbow, wishing for the one hundredth time within that hour alone that you had gotten more sleep the night before.

Still, it had been a worthy sacrifice, had it not? A little bit of exhaustion today in order to avoid the simmering desire of the realm's younger prince throughout the festivities, or, more accurately yet, throughout your abundant tasks that you had scheduled about your day?

Yes, almost assuredly. You had learned all too well from last year (and the other two before that), that it was rather hard to do such things as wash the finest of the palace's dinnerware with Loki's skilled fingers upon your chest or beneath your dress, after all.

So, if a bit of freedom from your concerns of being dragged off into some dark corner upon every available moment of your dear prince's day came at the cost of you being forced to wake up early while he slept away the previous evening's activities, then so be it.

At least this way, you could know for certain that you still had quite a few hours yet until someone urged the prince to rise, giving you plenty of time to complete at least the preparatory chores before he began his ever persistent search for you.

He seemed to enjoy the game of seeking you out each morning, or at whatever time it was that he rose or found himself at leave, though usually it was to do little more than tease or annoy you as you attempted to work through his ceaseless attempts at distraction.

But on a holiday like today, you found that he was typically all too content with taking his teasing quite a few steps further. That said, much to your (mostly feigned) chagrin, that did not mean that he never found himself seeking out far less innocent sounds than those of annoyance, laughter, or sheer disbelief from you on random days throughout the year.

No, Loki was incorrigible, and beyond even that, incomprehensible with his choices and behaviors, and you could normally never hope to know upon which day you might find yourself sandwiched between his chest and some palace wall, though with the arrival Walpurgisnacht, it was almost always a certainty.

Still, with something that was perhaps akin to a fool's ignorance, you dared to hope that maybe, after a night like the one this dawn had followed, your prince may have been just sated enough to make it through the holiday without torturing you so the way that he usually chose to.

Such a thought could not be so terribly remiss, could it? Not after the hours upon hours of groping, fleeting, and cradling touches that the two of you had offered one another the night before.

Not after an afternoon's worth of teasing at the hands of the god of mischief upon that very same day, or the longing glances that carried on well into the evening.

Not after he had cornered you in the garden after dinner had come to an end, speaking his long withheld and inconceivably filthy promises of what was to come clearly and casually into the cool night air as if the two of you were simply taking an evening stroll together, talking about the weather or your hobbies rather than the way he planned to have you upon his tongue within the hour, hands creating bruising imprints of obvious ownership in the soft flesh of your hips and thighs as he drove you to madness before pulling you right back toward sanity again with the blunt tip of his cock as it kissed up against your wet folds, smearing precum amongst the remnants of his saliva and the glistening drool of your already thoroughly abused cunt.

Not after you had given in a mere twenty minutes after hearing his whorish promises of what he intended to do to you once he laid his hands upon your bare flesh again, knocking quietly at his heavy chamber doors until he finally came to find you standing there, having made you wait in a manner that was no doubt intentional just so he could feel the exaggerated way that you melted against him when he finally pulled you near, kissing you deeply until his amused and teasing chuckles turned into low and rumbling groans that arose from deep within his chest, and he pulled away to order you to your knees before him, mouth open and waiting so he could see the way your eager tongue stuck out to taste him even before he was bare before you, and how your perfect thighs began to rub together in a fruitless attempt to ease the ache that the sight of him never ceased to cause.

Not after he had held you firm against his chest, arm looped around your middle as you'd laid beneath him on all fours while he'd thrust his strong and lithe hips against your trembling ones, not an ounce of mercy to be found as he hissed and moaned with reckless abandon beside your ear, the sounds of his pleasure easily matching and occasionally even drowning out your own as he reminded you of who you had been born to serve, to worship, and to cum for upon his very command.

And oh, did he command.

Eleven orgasms, if you had counted correctly, and you were fairly certain with as hazy as your mind had felt after the first four, that you had not.

Your cheeks burned red at the clear and persistent memories of the previous night, Loki's satisfied groans and sluttish moans playing over and over within your head as if he were right there with you, cock buried in whichever tight, wet hole was deemed worthy of his attentions within that particular moment.

You swallowed thickly, pressing your thighs together tightly as you continued your seemingly endless work, flower after flower coming to rest perfectly upon the third archway that had been granted your efforts for the morning thus far.

Though, in spite of how diligently you worked at your assigned chore, it seemed that the fates themselves had something against it being completed,

For what other reason could there be for such familiarly agile hands to suddenly rest upon your hips so early in the morn, in spite of the tiresome escapades that had occurred the night before?

It was so unlike the younger prince of Asgard to awaken so early after a night of passion, after which he tended to lounge upon his sheets, naked body blessing the very realm with its presence as sunlight danced upon his skin.

You had seen that many a time after all, hadn't you? So you would certainly know, better than most at that, if not better than all.

But then again, it was so very much like Loki to rise early not to seize this day, but rather to seize you upon it as he had done for the past three May Eves since he had claimed you as his own...

And maybe you had not considered that fact as diligently as you should have while working to tire him out the night before, though now you were embarrassed to admit that you scarcely knew why you would have wanted to do so in the first place.

It seemed that your rather vivid memories of the prior evening's festivities had brought about a familiar stirring betwixt your thighs, and you knew all too well that there was only one set of hands, one silver tongue, one long and devastatingly thick cock, and one god of mischief who could help you to ease your sudden discomfort.

"Good morning, my dear."

He purred against the shell of your ear, warm breaths causing your hair to flutter about delicately as his hands traveled over top your gown.

"It would seem that I require some additional support when it comes to selecting and befitting myself with the proper attire for this afternoon's festivities."

He all but purred, forcing you to bite back a shiver as you struggled not to make your already overwhelming need for him too obvious.

It was never fun to just give in, after all.

You knew all too well how much he liked the chase.

So, with that thought in mind, you steadied yourself to the best of your ability, giving your already racing imagination a few brief moments of peace before finally, you spoke,

"Is that so, my prince?"

You asked, feigning curiosity as you did your best to continue working on the task at hand, sore fingers working deftly at soft petals and slightly thorny stems as you weaved them continuously through metal.

"Well, I regret to inform you that your dear mother, our most respected queen, specifically requested that I myself create the flowered arches for the festival this year."

You began,

"She was kind enough to let me know how much she enjoyed my work upon them last eve in Lady Juniper's absence, and asked if I might be willing to work my magic for a second year running."

You heard an amused chuckle arise from behind you, and though you were certain that Loki had already planned something truly devious to drag you away from your duties with, you continued to feign innocence.

"And how could I dare say no to a request such as that, dear prince? It would seem that Lady Juniper's past maternity leave has provided me with quite the opportunity with which to rise into our lady's good graces, and who would I be to squander such a thing?"

There was a thoughtful hum from your lover as he reached beyond you to thumb at a few of the petals that decorated your current project with his left hand, though the right stayed firm upon your hip, the pads of his fingers pressing deftly into your flesh just as they had done the night before, mirroring the bruises he'd left there perfectly.

"An utter fool, to be sure."

He replied easily, voice low and smooth as he continued,

"Though, I can think of a far better way for you to rise into the All-Mother's good graces, sweetling."

He murmured, lips brushing against your neck just enough so that you could feel the smirk that rested so prominently upon them.

He had you exactly where he wanted you, though you could scarcely bring yourself to mind when there was such a tremendous desire building for him deep within your core.

"Oh?"

You asked curiously, nimble fingers still working on your once so heavily fixated on project,

"And what might that be, Prince Loki?"

At that, you felt the ever teasing god of mischief crowd your back, his hardness pressed against you as you desperately fought the urge to wriggle against his crotch just to hear the no doubt sluttish groan he would let out if you did.

Thankfully enough though, your lover seemed eager to get to the point, the reasoning for that fact somehow growing even harder at the touch of your warmth, even with it being so dulled beneath your clothing.

He chuckled,

"Well my dear, I think you would find her to be quite pleased if you were to request your own leave in the coming months."

He purred, and this time, you could not even hope to fight back the shiver that followed, your hands finding either side of the nearly completed archway with a gasp as Loki bent you over at the waist, pressing himself as close to your clothed core as he could manage with a low and eager groan, his words dripping with both amusement and thinly veiled arousal as he spoke up again,

"Would you like me to give you a reason to do so?"

He all but growled, offering you one tortuously slow gyration of his hips in order to ensure your understanding of his less than subtle connotations as the hand that had once gripped so tightly to your hip moved swiftly beneath your dress, rubbing firmly against your bundle of nerves through your undergarments as you gasped both out of humiliation for where he had you so plainly in need of him, as well as out of arousal at his confident and ever beseeching touch.

And then suddenly, you were giving fervent and almost pleading nods in response to his previous question, having given up entirely on any hope of completing your most important project of the day.

It was, after all, May Eve, and how else should one hope to properly celebrate the coming of the Spring if not by blossoming beneath the touch of the queen's beloved second son?

And, it was as Loki had so cleverly stated himself,

It was not as if you would not be arriving swiftly and permanently within Frigga's good graces soon.

No, not if the god of mischief had his way,

Not if the two of you celebrated Walpurgisnacht in the way that Freyja herself had intended.

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morrieandlicky · 7 months

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Sweet Moments Between Maurice and Alec That You Have Not Seen Before (From E.M. Forster's 1st Draft for Maurice)

Context: Forster's first version of Maurice, finished in 1914, has a rather different ending than the final published version (no hotel scene, and no boathouse reunion). See here.

Forster's first draft for Maurice is, in my opinion, the rawest in terms of boldly displaying the love shared between Maurice and Alec. This version shows much more of Alec's emotion and tenderness, as well as of Maurice's sentiments and affection towards Alec. It is definitely not as subtle as the final version, with quite a few straightforward declarations of love.

Hence, I'm disappointed that Forster did not manage to integrate at least some of these 1914 texts into the final version: it would've made the love between Maurice and Alec much more pronounced and convincing, as well as made Alec a character with more depth and feelings.

Having read Forster's first draft for Maurice, I share below some of these moments between Maurice and Alec that are not in the final version (ordered on how lovely I think each moment is. Bolded texts are the highlights).

1. After running into Mr. Ducie in the museum and Maurice bursting out to Alec.

M: "I'd possibly have blown out my own brains."

A: "Why?" he asked, stopping dead.

M: "I should have known by that time that I loved you."

A: "You can't, sir, you couldn't."

M: "I love you, sir be damned."

A: "Maurice"—never before had the word been spoken—"you're an angel."

M: "I don't want to hear that."

A: "Maurice, Maurice" his voice failed also; he had once said the rest to a woman. "Maurice - what you've said I feel. Understand?"

M: "I think so, but I want to be sure. Remember those rose bushes in the other rain? - Look at me hard - That's right. That'll do. It's settled." (Maurice is referring to the moment when Alec ran in the rain across the rose bushes at Penge just to see Maurice's face.)

2. The conversation after Maurice refuses to stay the night with Alec—a scenario that only happens in the first draft in 1914. Be prepared for tears.

A: "Come just for a little to me."

M: "If I came it would be for ever."

A: "Ever's the best."

M: "Why, man, you sail Thursday."

Alec found no answer.

...: here's when Maurice explains in a long paragraph why they can't be together because of their class difference and the fact that they're both men. But in this long paragraph Maurice pretty much brings up wanting to marry Alec—"We can't have the particular thing we want (which is roughly speaking marriage) unless we sacrifice something else"

M: I thought from that letter of yours you might want me to come. But, Alec, come where to?"

A: "I'd know if you weren't a gentleman," Alec said. "We'd a' found work together as mates."

M: "Yes, and if you were a gentleman, I'd take you this minute to my home.

A: "I'd a' been what young Clive was to you, then."

M: "He's a saint and we aren't. Leave out him."

A: "I'd a' been yours till death, then." ("I would've been yours till death, then")

M: "Out there if you get a chance to marry, take it. That's what I wish.

A: "Maurice, what'll you do without me, dear? Have you no other friends?"

Maurice dared not look forward to his own future. He rushed on the parting.

M: "And if there's ever a child, I shan't ever have that, so remember me."

A: "I'll remember you, child or none. God bless you. O God bless you, and be with you if I can't."

3. Right after Maurice puts his hand on Alec's back in the museum

"Yes, awfully serious," remarked Maurice, and rested his hand on Alec's shoulder, so that the fingers touched the back of the neck, doing this merely because he knew that he loved Alec, that he loved him not as a second Dickie Barry, but deeply, tenderly, for his own sake, beneath weakness and vulgarity.

4. In the museum, Alec in pain and acting cute

[Alec] had bitten his lip, his eyes were red too; face and body were cramped with pain.

M: "Alec -"

A: "Alec am I?"

M: "I'm sorry I used that other name of yours."

A: "Don't speak to me," he growled, "let me go, you calling me Alec when I"

M: "Did you give me away then on purpose?"

A: "You're correct.

M: "Was it to get money - or only to do me harm?"

A: "I couldn't say."

M: "Come, let's get away where we can finish our talk."

A: "What? What do you say?"

M: "Come along, Alec."

A: "Do you call me that still?"

M: "Come away, man, don't break down for God's sake...." He took hold of [Alec's] arm. The touch was not reminiscent; it hinted at a relation to come.

A: "Oh but you must, I want it." Alec yielded.

5. Maurice at night thinking about Alec's letter

He tried to forget the treacherous letter, but it stole back to his mind, and he suffered most during moments in bed, when it masqueraded as a real love letter, and offered him the completeness that Clive enjoyed with Anne.

(This is brilliant writing because we, as readers, know that Alec's letter is a love letter, yet Maurice's "muddles" prevent him from seeing it as a love letter, and it is only at night, when he's craving Alec's presence, that he's able to allow himself to see the truth and succumb to his feelings for Alec.

Here, again, is also a suggestion of Maurice wanting to marry Alec, like how Clive married Anne)

6. One version of Maurice's and Alec's first night together

A: "Good evening - sir, said the low voice. Was you wanting something? Couldn't you sleep?" It was the gamekeeper.

On your rounds? gasped Maurice, trying to sound natural, and felt corduroys. Their touch disconcerted him. Whither was he tending from Clive into what companionship?

A: "Just wait till I've set down my gun - eh aren't you trembling?"

M: "So are you - ah don't."

A: "Don't you like that?"

M: "I don't know."

A: "Christ you're fussy. Don't you like me to touch you."

M: "That's you lad."

A: "Yes."

Side notes: hopefully these will shut all the detractors (of the relationship between Maurice and Alec) up—namely Clive apologists, Clive+Maurice shippers, and all of those dark academia classist out there.

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slytherinshua · 5 months

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FAVOURITE TEDDY BEAR

genre. lil angsty. fluff. headcanon. warnings. fighting >:( kissing. pairing. woonhak x fem!reader. wc. 1.1k. request. requested by anon: what if y/n and woonhak have an argument and y/n says "you are not my favourite teddy bear anymore" and cuddles her plushie teddy bear instead of him 😭 how do you think he would react a/n. gif by @/mattwooks <3 idk how good this is i haven't written for baby woon in a while skdjs but tysm for requesting!!

you never meant it to escalate into a proper fight

really, you had never fought with your boyfriend before— not even once

Woonhak was tired and you were on your period, cramping badly and grumpy

all these factors made it so that it didn’t take much to push your buttons when he came home and unfortunately, he did it in the first few minutes

you just wanted to cuddle him as soon as he came through the door

you definitely didn’t want to start fighting over something as stupid as his work schedule

yet you found yourself rambling angrily about how he was always busy and that he didn’t care about anything but his work

he was busy, and you understood that

being an idol was demanding, and you couldn’t possibly expect to get much of his time

especially with preparations for the year end shows, boynextdoor had been busier than ever

but you had really, really missed him

and when he didn’t immediately give you his attention when he came back home, it was like the last straw

you had woken up with a sore neck, gotten your period, had to deal with bad cramps all day, had a stressful school presentation, bombed a test, got yelled at by your teacher, cried on the way home, failed at making the food you wanted, ended up microwaving a tasteless frozen meal instead, and waited for your boyfriend to show up for 2 hours

of course, Woonhak didn’t know any of it

he had been at dance practice all day and his body and mind was tired at this point

when you suddenly brought up how he was never there for you, he was shocked

the fight only escalated, with you bringing up petty insignificant things that Woonhak did that annoyed you but you always brushed off because you loved him

Woonhak responded how anyone would while upset and tired, and decided to be petty back

it was unnecessarily stressful for both of you, and you hated every second of it

your boyfriend could take most of your hurtful words

he knew you didn’t mean half of the things you said, and he clenched his jaw to keep from spitting words back that he also didn’t mean

but there was something you said that made his eyes widen

“you’re not my favourite teddy bear anymore”

you shouted it in the heat of the moment, tears streaming down your face, and ran upstairs to your room

Woonhak stood in the middle of the kitchen, stunned for minutes

this was something he was scared you actually meant

Woonhak had always been your teddy bear— your favourite cute little soft warm teddy bear

from when he started dating you, he had quickly replaced your childhood teddy as your favourite thing to cuddle with

you even called him my teddy bear— and whenever you did, he melted completely, broken down into a puddle of a lovesick mess

he didn’t like you saying that he wasn’t your favourite anymore

he hated it

his chest tightened up and he could feel the tears that he had worked so hard to hold back begin to build up

he had never really fought with you like this before

there were always little fights, given your and his immaturity

you were still only 17 after all, you couldn’t expect both of you to be the most mature when handling arguments

but it was usually something that he never had to worry about before because arguments never happened

he paced around in the kitchen for a few seconds, sniffling back his tears, running a stressed hand through his hair

he didn’t know what to do

he didn’t know what you wanted either

would you be mad if he tried to reconcile with you? did you want him to come to you or to give you space? why were you so mad at him in the first place?

he frowned, thinking back on the argument like a lost child— he hated feeling unwanted, and right now he felt like you neither needed him nor wanted anything to do with him

it took a while for him to work up the courage to go upstairs to where you were

he found you on your bed, hugging a stuffed teddy tightly to your chest while listening to some music

there were balled up tissues scattered near the trashcan from when you had thrown them and missed the bin, and Woonhak frowned at the sight

you didn’t notice him standing at the doorway until he awkwardly cleared his throat and you looked up

you already had some time to cool off from the heat of the argument, and when you saw your poor boyfriend standing in the doorway, pouting sadly and looking so so small, you broke

your lip trembled and you silently opened up your arms for him, feeling absolutely horrible about everything— you shouldn’t have taken your frustration about the day out on him

he hugged you so so tightly, burying his face in the crook of your neck, some tears slipping down to soak into your t-shirt

he just wouldn’t let you go which made you frown even more

how could you have shouted at this precious boy?

you stroked his hair and back and whispered apologies into his ear

“I didn’t mean what I said”

“I just had a rough day, I’m sorry”

“I love you so much, I’m sorry baby”

this seemed to only make him cry harder and hug you even closer, squeezing you so tightly but it was exactly what you needed

“am I still your favourite teddy bear? please say yes? please?”

he asked you, truly scared that you had really meant that part

“of course you’re my favourite teddy bear. you’re always my favourite. nothing could replace you, baby bear.”

you kissed his face and wiped his tears and kissed him some more

seeing him sad and seeing him cry and knowing that it was because of you was infinitely worse than the bad day you had had

Woonhak always came first for you— he was impossible to replace

and you made sure he knew that, repeating the ‘I love you’s’ and praises to him without stopping

he returned your kisses and apologies with his own, and eventually got comfortable laying on top of you; his head nestled underneath your chin, arms wrapped around your waist

as much as he was your personal teddy bear, you were also his

he looked so small and cute all curled up on top of you, his warm breath hitting your chest as he relaxed and closed his eyes

and you napped with him like that, both exhausted

but not before swearing that you would never fight unnecessarily like that again

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thelov3lybookworm · 10 days

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You Think I Wanted This? (part 6)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Summary: Corsets.

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A/n: 😏

(shes a lil tiny but we love it, right??)

anyways, enjoy!

Healing was a hard job. Training to b a healer, Y/n could say it with confidence that it was almost as hard as being a rider. Being responsible for saving lives, the pressure, the high expectations, the anxiety to meet those expectations. It was hard.

Y/n would never complain, of course. She could, and would do anything to be one of the best healers.

But the one thing that seemed almost impossible to even her?

Corsets. And getting into them by herself.

Y/n pressed her lips together as she sucked in a breath, trying to ignore the cramping in her arms as she tried to tighten the ties by herself, her chest heaving.

She had decided to wear a corseted gown instead of her normal dresses, and she had never regretted any of her decisions more than she regretted wearing this gown.

She had thought she'd be able to get into the thing herself, but only when she was in the half tied corset did she realise that she could not, in fact, get into it by herself.

As she had stumbled towards the door, struggling to keep herself covered, she found that no maid was around.

Just fantastic.

She had summoned for someone already, huffing and puffing as she held up the strapless corset.

It was a few moments before the door opened, and when the sound of it swinging open reached her ears, Y/n let out a relieved sigh, knowing a maid would be waiting for her when she stepped out from behind the screen.

Finally.

"I'm so glad you're here, my arms hurt from trying to do the ties myself." Y/n mumbled, one hand pressing into her chest through the corset and the other twisted behind her, holding the ties as tightly as she could. "Please help me get dressed-"

She looked up when there was no reply, and her blood chilled as she realised that it was not a maid who now stared at her with horror.

It was Xaden.

Y/n's eyes widened, and she hurried to run back behind the wooden screen.

Shit.

She squeezed her eyes shut, chastising herself for being so impatient as she looked down at herself, finding the top of her breasts peeking out.

Fuck. Fuck.

She heard him clearing his throat, the simple sound making her flush.

"Um. I can leave if you want?"

She shut her eyes again, losing a breath from deep in her lungs. "No. It's okay. I'm just waiting for a maid to come help-"

"I can help."

Her eyes flew open. "What?"

He coughed. "I can help you... if you want. I saw most of the maids near the ballroom, probably preparing for the party tonight."

Y/n sighed. "Okay..."

Fixing herself, she turned and peeked out from the wooden barrier that separated her from her husband, swallowing. She stepped out again, watching as his gaze wavered, trying to stay on her face.

Fuck.

Xaden's pov.

Xaden didn't know what he was expecting to find when he walked in, but based on the suggestive looks the guards shared, it was probably nothing good.

He definitely didn't expect to find the princess in her half tied corset to come stumbling out at him.

Xaden tried to be respectful, he really did. But she just looked so... mesmerising, he couldn't help but stare.

The blush colouring her face and neck, her wide eyes as she slowly stepped back out and walked towards him to let him help her. Her hair that was barely contained in the bun she had at the top of her head made Xaden want to grin at her state.

She stopped in front of him, directly in front of the mirror, and let go of the ties once he had a hold on them.

"Please make it tight."

Xaden nodded wordlessly, letting his fingers work on straightening and relacing the corset in some of the places before he started pulling, trying his best to ignore the breathless gasp that Y/n failed to hide when his fingers brushed across her bare back.

Once he thought that he had pulled tight enough, he glanced up to the mirror, meeting her eyes questioningly.

"Is this okay?"

He kept his gaze on her face. Barely.

"Um, can you go tighter? Please?"

He nodded again, his eyes catching on her body through the mirror before he returned them to his hands and tugged. But he realised that it was probably too tight, because the moment he stopped, she gasped.

He met her gaze, concerned, and she choked out. "Too tight."

A small smile split his lips as he worked to loosen the corset, humming.

"Are you laughing at my misery?"

He shook his head. "Me? Never."

She huffed. "Of course."

Once he had tied the laces tightly, she turned to him, and this time Xaden didn't stop himself from leisurely taking her in, his eyes moving down her body, slowly, taking his time before he met her eyes again.

Seeing the shy look on her face had him turning away, forcing himself to not lose his mind.

I don't like her. I don't.

"You should go to the party. It must have started by now. I'll join you soon."

He nodded without looking at her. "Can we leave at any point?"

"We'll just say hello to my brother, stay there for an hour or two and then we can leave before the... night really starts."

She left him alone in the room as she made her way into the small wardrobe room, where her vanity was, and Xaden finally turned to look at her retreating form.

He had never seen her in a corset before, let alone a strapless dress.

If this was what she looked like at the party...

It was going to be a long night.

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simmireen · 10 months

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(Pro?) Posing tips

It doesn’t matter if you are a beginner or if you already have made your way into blender. As a posemaker myself, I know how hard it is to make a realistic pose - here a few tips you have to think of when making poses, to get your pose to the next level.

(I use shibuisims sunflower rigs for my poses, but in base they work the same as the rigs you export from sims4studio, they only have some handy IK controls)

At first: take your time for details. The base of my poses are mostly done very quickly, but it’s all in the details. Fingers, face, mouth, hips. Take your time for the details. Details can make or fail a pose.

Simripper double textures If you make poses for your own story or edit, you mostly make them with your own textures (through simripper) right? But if you want to also send them to the community to download and use, don’t get rid of the original rig textures bij importing your own sim textures. By toggling off and on the textures under your rig in the scene menu, you can see how poses look on your own sims, but also on the ‘default sim rig texture’.

Elbows and shoulders and relaxation. I think I can best show this in pictures. If holding something we almost never raise our elbows unnatural high. They mostly are more ‘relaxed’ to our body. Lower the elbows! (It’s always good to have a little space for thicker sims ofcourse).

Can you see the difference? Hands I think these are the hardest to do. I still struggle with them sometimes. But the best thing to get the best hands is to have a reference OR make the hand yourself in relaxing state. I see it mostly in a pose in an ‘idle’ state that hands are cramped or straightened. Unless you want this in your pose, try to make a hand in relaxed state.

Straightened, cramped or relaxed?

Shoulders I hope every posemaker that makes poses for already a while know this, but I think it's the most important step in starting making poses. Please, start your arm movements (mostly if you want to raise the arms) in the b_R_clavicle or b_L_clavicle joints.

Shoulders are important!

Weight It’s so important in realistic poses to add our gravity. I think this mostly checks out for holding other sims, piggyback poses etc. If you take someone on your back, your back struggles too right? It's heavy! Try to lower that b_ROOT_bind just a little more as what you expect to do in a pose. Don’t forget gravity always pulls us down!

Only a very small distance from the ground is needed sometimes.

Gravity holds our arms down too in 'relaxed' state.

Stiffnes Maybe we can add this to weight aswell, but as humans ourselves, if we are standing ‘idle’. We never stand right up with a straight back, feet perfectly straight next to each other. It’s the same if we sit on a chair, most of us hang a little to the back or to the front. Try to add that in your pose, if you do that - it’s immediately a less stiff pose!

It's only a slight bend in the back joints, but it already looks more natural.

Just remember, you learn by doing and watching. So I hope I can add some more insights to you, as a posemaker for a few years now, to make your poses even better and more realistic. Ofcourse, sims rigs have their limitations, but that's what makes them sims, right? You can find some more simmireen tips on posepack consistency for sharing your poses here

@ts4-poses

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givemeasinglekidney · 1 year

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Jealousy, jealousy | Oikawa T.

Hurt/comfort

Warnings: swearing

Synopsis: you become Seijoh’s manager after not being able to get into other clubs. After a while you start getting backlash by the milk bread lover’s fans.

Well that was no use.

Every club you had tried for either rejected you or was too cramped. So what now?

You walked around school during lunch. You didn't have many friends, yet the ones you did just so happened to be busy right now. As you were walking, you passed the gyms, more specifically the volleyball gyms. You applied for the female volleyball club but you turned in your application just a tad too late. As you passed the gym, you heard a voice.

“Damn, every one of them?” The first voice said. It was followed by another.

“Yeah. Kinda sucks man.” He replied.

“Man! Why does he have to make it so hard to find a genuine manager?”

“Unfortunately, he’s our captain. Also happens to be our best friend, Makki.”

“You’re right on that unfortunate part.”

You contemplated. Boys Volleyball manager? Doesn’t have a bad ring to it. It sounded hard to get in, but every other club had failed, so why not.

You walked into the teacher’s work room and located their coach, Irihata. You already knew of him from the volleyball team being so famous in the region.

“Uhm, excuse me.” You asked, “Where can I apply for the Boy’s Volleyball manager position?” He looked at you, slightly annoyed after what you said.

He crossed his arms, “Listen, we’re not really looking for any managers currently. We know you really like our setter but our manager needs to be serious in what they’re doing.”

You lifted your eyebrow in confusion, “Your setter being…”

He stopped for a second before answering you, “... Oikawa Toru…”

You paused to collect your thoughts, then it hit you, “Oh! Him! You mean that one guy who injured his knee a bit ago! Yeah I know of him. Never talked to him, but he seems to always have girls' company. I mean good for them, they know their type, but I’m good.”

He kind of stared at you, “Ah… well… I guess it wouldn’t hurt to let you apply. Can I ask if you have any experience with volleyball?” He questioned before reaching into his desk to grab you an application.

“Yes I do!” You said, “I’ve played for all 3 years of junior high. I tried applying for tryouts for the female team but I turned it in too late.” He handed you the application and you bid your goodbyes as lunch would be over soon.

It was the next day and as you got to school you strolled to the gym as the boys had morning practice. There weren’t any girls there since it was super early and you just wanted to turn your application in asap. As you opened the door, you caught sight of all the boys, focused on their playing. You heard a voice call out to you.”

“Ah, I was wondering when you’d show up!” You turned to the direction of the coach. “Got that application filled out?”

“You know I do!” You walked over to him. He looked at the papers you handed him.

“(L/N) (Y/N), hm.” He read your name. He continued to scan your paper, nodding his head every once and a while. “Well, I'd say you’d be a great fit. If you really do want to join, you’re welcome!”

“Really? That’d be great! When could I start?” You questioned. You were kind of excited. You finally got accepted. And for it being your final year in highschool, you were hoping it would work out.

“Well, I don’t see why you can’t start now.” He stated. He then raised his voice in the direction of the players. “Hey boys! Gather around!”

The boys stopped what they were doing and came crowding around. Their eyes tended to land on you, which caused a couple whispers here and there.

“This is (Y/N) (L/N). She’s now going to be your new manager.” He announced.

You took this as your sign to introduce yourself. “Yo.”

There were a couple murmurs of disbelief, and then one guy crying what you think were happy tears about it, until one guy started talking.

“Ah, are you sure you’re not one of my lovely fans who made her way to this spot?”

“No, not in a million years.” You shot back with no hesitation after looking him up and down. False tears ran down his eyes as his friends laughed.

“PFFFT- HA! Get rejected!” A boy with pinkish hair giggled out, His friend laughing right next to him.

Suddenly, there was a slight commotion at the gym doors. You went to inspect it when you got called out to.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, it’s a mob out there.” A muscular guy said.

You contemplated, but finally moved your feet towards the door. As you opened it, you were met with many confused eyes.

“Uh, who are you?” One girl asks.

“(L/N), the team's manager. Who are you?” You replied nonchalantly. You were met with eyes of disbelief and jealousy. Then, all of the sudden, it was like a light bulb went off in all their heads.

“Hey, (L/N), you're in my Calc! You can let me in right!”

“Hey, You're so pretty. Let’s talk!”

“We sat together last year! We’re friends, let me in!”

You stared at them with a look of disdain. Then, you got an idea.

“What’s the password?”

They all paused.

“...What…”

“Wrong!” You interrupted.

“What password?”

“Incorrect!”

“Listen here you little-”

“Wrong again!” You cut her off. “Man you guys are really bad at this. Oh well, no Oikawa for you. Good day.” And you slammed the door shut.

You turned around to see the team, half in awe and the other half laughing their asses off.

“Oh my god…” One with short, messy black hair said between halfs, “This is great!”

Time skip -

It’s been 6 months since then and you’d become best friends with the 4 other third years. They saw you like their sister, like they’ve known you since forever. Well, most of them.

“(L/N), can you tell Mattsun he’s being an idiot!” A pink haired male shouts. It was lunch and the two were arguing over what color science was.

“Am no! It’s 100% blue!” He shouts back.

“Is not! It’s definitely yellow!” His best friend argues.

“I think you’re both being idiots.” You said with a straight face, “Also, it’s green dumbasses.”

They went back to quarreling as you took a bite out of your rice. Iwaizumi and Oikawa sat to your right as the two others sat to your left.

“Why do you fuel their stupid questions?” Asks the half filipino.

“It’s funny watching them fight over stupid shit. It fuels my entertainment.” You answered. You found it easy to stir the pot with the two.

“Yeah, but they’ve been talking about it for 10 minutes now…” The setter added.

“Okay, watch this.” You turned your head to Makki and Mattsun, “Centaurs have six legs, therefore are insects. Discuss.” The two began to discuss.

“Oh my god-” The setter looked in disbelief and amusement.

“Ima be right back, gonna grab a drink.” You stood up.

“Get me something!” The brunet said.

“Nope, get it yourself ya broke bitch.” You replied and walked off.

You turned the corner to the vending machine. You put your coins in and selected your choice of drink. As you knead down to grab it, a hand comes and takes it before you reach it. You look up to see a girl meet your stare.

“Well if it isn’t the little whore.” She speaks with venom.

This was the part you hated about being their manager, and it wasn’t even the boys fault, it was the girls. You have female friends, so you know it's not all girls, but there are some who are way too attached to the main setter.

“You’re one to talk.” You spit back.

You never told anyone about how these girls would treat you. You didn’t want to cause more commotion or possibly lose your position to problems being caused.

“Everyone knows you're just a manager to be close to the 3rd year. Especially Oikawa. You’re no different than the rest of us. The only difference is you’re actually hoeing around with them. It’d break their hearts to know you’re just using them” She stated. She acted like she knew all your business.

“Really? Cause it sounds to me like you're projecting what you’d do.” You replied. “And I’m not doing any of that. It’s so obvious we’re all just friends.”

Just friends. That’s all you were. Unfortunately, there is a false statement you made. After you thought it would never happen, you managed to gain a bit, just a tiny little bit of feelings for none other than Oikawa. It’s not like you wanted to, in fact that was your exact opposite intention, but that was your result.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever you tell yourself.” She looked at you with disgust. “You know, they probably feel bad for you. You had nowhere to go so they had no other choice. I mean, who’d want to hang out with an ugly nobody? Look at yourself. They’re just being nice. When the time comes, they’ll drop you within seconds. You’re helpless without them.” She took a sip of what was supposed to be your drink. What a bitch.

She walked off leaving you standing there. You didn't want to admit it, but sometimes people like her really get to you. You never showed it, but they did affect you. And you know what they say about just ignoring it? Yeah, pure bullshit. It never works. They’re no longer looking for a reaction, but a punching bag. Someone who will take their punches and not give anything back, coming back the next day to repeat the cycle.

You walked back to the group, no drink in hand.

“Hey, where's your drink?” Mattsun asked, his quarrel with Makki being finished with no answer since they ended up spiraling off topic, somehow getting to how Baby’sRus is a misleading name.

“Oh, they were out of what I wanted lol.” You told them. You lied to them about a lot of things. You felt bad, but it was always due to the treatment you received from the ever so glorious fan base.

Lunch soon ended and so did the day.

You were making your way to the boys gym when you had a thought.

‘Were they just being nice?’ You questioned. ‘No, they wouldn’t, I’m mean to them sometimes anyway. Mean. Maybe I take it too far sometimes. Maybe they are just being nice. They did want a manager, so this is their way of not complaining.’

You tended to overthink, but recently it’s developed worse than it’s usually been. Like a million thoughts running through your head yet you still can't figure out where the music is coming from and why it’s only playing the same 4 lines over and over again.

You saw the doors to the gym… and turned around. You headed home. They didn’t need you. Nobody did. Maybe they’re all right. You’re useless. Unworthy. Ugly. Words hurt like any other injury, but it’s something painkillers couldn't stop.

You walked the sidewalk alone for the first time since you joined their practice. It was quiet. You were going to miss the chaotic chats with them walking to eachothers house. Makki, Mattsun, Iwa, then finally, yours. Oikawa insisted that they’d go to your house first cause he ‘didnt want their precious manager being in danger’ which was sweet of him, but also kind of dumb since his house was closer to Iwa’s than yours. Over the course of the 5-ish minute walk to your house, the two of you had bonded nicely. Too bad you didn’t plan on going back. As much as you loved them, loved him, you worried it was all lies. Their words got to your head and they stung. Then they stayed, but you got used to the sensation.

You made it to your room and looked at your phone to find missed texts from the team. You picked Oikawa’s number to find 2 missed calls and 8 missed texts. Man this boy was insane. You texted back ‘Sorry, don’t feel good, carry on without me.’

Technically you didn’t lie. You really weren’t feeling good, just it was mental rather than physical. You laid on your bed, clutching a pillow as you put your blanket over you. Tears started to spill. You couldn’t take it anymore. You cried into your sheets until you slipped into sleep.

You didn’t go to school the next day. Or the next. You stayed in bed most of the time, occasionally going on your phone or to the bathroom. Other than that you were either numb, crying, or asleep. Every now and then you’d stare at yourself in the bathroom, insecurities rising as you cry out about your appearance. You maybe ate one meal within the 2 days you stayed home, but it’s mostly a blur.

It was the afternoon when someone intervened.

The one

The only

Oikawa Toru.

You were laying in your bed. You had just finished a breakdown, eyes still red. Out of nowhere, you hear someone running up the stairs. You thought for a second you were about to be a victim of a home invasion, being that your parents were home, but you were proven wrong when a tall, brown eyed male swung open the door.

“(L/N)! What’s wrong! Are you sick?” He questioned you. You’d been gone from school for 2 days now, making you absent for 4 practices. 3 after school, and 1 morning.

“Oikawa! Shouldn’t you be at practice right now? What are you doing?” You asked, thoroughly confused how he got in. wait- “How’d you get into my house?”

“Well when our manager is sick, who just so happens to be one of my best friends, I’m gonna see what's wrong.” He answered, taking short breaths making you figure he ran all the way here. “Also, I know where you keep your spare key.”

He looked around to see what state you were in. It had been evident you were crying, despite you trying to hide your face in the comfort of your pillows. He sighed and made his way over to your bed, sitting on the edge.

“Now, tell me what's bothering you?” He said, his voice becoming soft.

“Nothing, just don’t feel good. It’s no use wasting your time here.” You told him, hoping he’d leave. You didn't need his pity. Maybe you wanted it, but you turned it down thinking it was all an act, all lies.

“If you think I’m falling for a lame lie, you're wrong.” He sighed. “What’s going on?”

Oikawa, out of all the guys, knew you the best. There wasn’t a way he’d be convinced you’re okay. So… You spilled.

“Why do you keep me around?” You started, “Why do you care?”

“...What do you mean?” He asked, his worry growing.

“I mean, why me? Out of everyone, why do you guys hang out with me? I’m mean and useless. My management isn’t even good. If you're just being nice to spare my feelings then just leave me. I know my worth and it isn’t a lot. You guys deserve better.” You finished your mini rant with tears brimming at your eyes.

He stared at you with empathy. He hated seeing you like this, it hurt him so much.

“You’re amazing. In all you’ve done you’ve helped our team more than we ever dreamed. We finally found someone who’s dedicated to all she’s assigned to help us with. You know me. You know I’d never be fake with someone to spare their feelings.” He sighed. “I just wish… you’d see yourself the way I do…”

You felt terrible. Your crush sat there as you pathetically lied on your bed because of some emotions, or lack thereof.

“You don’t mean that.” You said, trying not to face him.

He laid down on your bed, right next to you as your back was turned in his direction.

“Have they been bothering you?” he interrogates.

“Who’s they?” You tried acting oblivious, but you both knew who ‘they’ were.

“You know exactly who.” He replied. You stayed silent. He sighed again, “I should’ve known. I'm so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” You cut him off, “It’s not your fault you're attractive.”

“Oh, so you think I’m attractive?” He remarks, trying to lighten up the mood.

“Oh shut up.” You giggle. It was the first time in a while you did that.

“What a shame. I wished the person I liked found me attractive.” He jokes. It took you a moment to process what he just said, then it hit you.

“Wait, what?” You questioned in disbelief.

“I know you said you’d never like me, not in a million years… but I can’t say the same for myself. It’s selfish but I really do like you.”

You turned around and stared at him. He stared back, but his mind was racing, taking your silence as rejection. Before he could get up, you grabbed at him and buried your head in his chest.

“Don't…” You started, “Don't leave. Please? I like you, too. I promise it didn’t start out this way but this is how it ended. I know now I look creepy but I didn't-”

He cut you off. Not with words, but with his lips. The warm sensations of his mouth on yours brought you a comfort like no other. Your hands wrapped around his neck, and he went around your waist, closing any gap there was between you two.

He broke the kiss, pulling away to stare at your beauty. “I get it. I’m glad you feel that way.”

“Can we… keep this a secret? Just the two of us?” If this got out, you’d be out for the count. Numerous rumors would start and people would start thinking that you were an actual whore.

Oikawa saw your mind race and put it to a stop, “Of course, I get it. We should tell the others about your situation. We’re here to protect you, you know. We love you. I love you.”

“... Love you too, Toru.” You said and he pulled back into the hug as you head rested on his neck/

“...So you do think I’m attractive.”

Small time skip -

After that night, you told the group what was happening and just like Oikawa said, they stepped in. The 4 of them became your personal bodyguards, not letting any known Oikawa fangirl try and say shit to you. After practices, you and Oikawa would walk to either you or his house to hang out and have little private dates. You were the happiest you’d ever been in a while. You slowly lost all thought of others' jealousy, enjoying your life with your best friends and lover.

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pearldog30 · 1 year

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The guys reacting to a period simulator

Ghost, Soap, Hesh, Rudy, Alejandro.

Time for another HC. I just want to apologize why I haven't been active the past few weeks A LOT has happened, so yeah.... But I'm back and hopefully I'll get into the groove of posting more. There's just a lot of personal stuff that has happen, because of it I haven't been in the mood to write but I'm trying for y'all. cuz I love y'all 🖤

Other works 👉 Master list

Warnings| period Related stuff obviously.

Ghost 👻

When you first tell him about it he gives you major side eye cuz he doesn't think it exists until you put it in his hand. He is eyeing it up and down like you put a bomb in his hand or something.

Now talking him into actually putting it on is a whole nother ball game, it took you at least 3 weeks to talk him into it. And when he finally agreed, he was eyeing that little mote control that came with it like his life depended on it.

1,000% is scarily quiet.

Definitely is probably the most calm throughout the entire thing. even when you ramp it up to 10 you might hear him grunt a little, but that's the most you're going to get out of this man. Takes it like a champ

Afterwards though... He won't tell you straight up, but he has so much more respect for you now after going through that hell. he'll never admit it, but he was crying screaming throwing up on the inside

He spoils you afterwards a LOT more/Gives into whatever you want during that time of the month. cuddles/snacks/chocolate etc whatever you want bb, he's there. He will also low-key fight anyone who says period cramps are nothing

Soap 🧼

Oh oh oh... My poor so soapy boy, when you first told him about it he got so fucking cocky probably went a little something like this. "Ha! and what is that little machine supposed to do, this will be a breeze! Ay!" he went back on his words after you were done.

Tries to play it cool and tough. but fails it miserably after you crank it up past 4. Guaranteed this mf is already complaining and whining. "What. No... It can't be 4 you're cheating" says something along those lines.

Anything past 5 he is screaming and whining like a child. (He almost ripped it off at that point, but you stopped him beforehand)

He demanded to hold your hand after that, and he had it in a death grip the entire time. like he was given birth or something he said it was for emotional support.(he almost broke your hand from how tight he was squeezing it)

He shed a few tears you pumped it up to 10 but try to play it off. He is regretting every word he said.

Afterwards though he probably said something like "so Bonnie where's my chocolate" or something like that, (expecting to get his own little period basket for "surviving" it as he calls it.😭)

Hesh🌴

(Hesh my bb he is the most underrated character ever. y'all are sleeping on him, and I hate all of you for it. he needs more attention because I said so!)

A lot like ghost, He never even heard it existed until you said something, He definitely was skeptical about it.

He was surprisingly open to trying it. And wasn't nervous about it. And too much to your surprise he was handling it really well. (With the occasional grunts, and groans, here and there. he tried to man it so hard, but failed in the end)

But when you got it past 5 that's when he started to violently sweat, and he kind of started to get quiet, Which made you a little worried.

He did however! took the controller away from you Midway through because he thought you were lying. and then when he realized, he nearly shit himself that it was only at 7. (Definitely gave you bombastic side eye)

But after it was all said and done, he could not stop asking you if that's what periods really felt like, and when you confirmed every single one of them. he went silent looking at you as if God himself was saying it. Moral of the story he gained a lot more respect for you and other women

He was also a lot more gentle with you during those times, not saying he was before. he just somehow took it a step further, and praised you a lot. Telling you how good you did during those times of the month. (Probably also asked Elias/a few of the guys on the team who had wives few of their own tricks on how they dealt with them when they had theirs)

Alejandro 🔥

When you first mentioned the idea to him he looked at you like you were talking in another language. In the back of his mind tho he thought this was all bullshit what could a little machine do. And boy was he wrong

He wasn't necessarily wasn't open to it at first glance but after a little "negotiating" he finally agreed. And boy were you excited you definitely secretly filmed it

You weren't even on to level 2 when he was asking what level you had it on. This man cannot for the life of him keep his mouth shut either, he was either complaining or talking the entire time. NO IN BETWEEN!

Anything past 3 tho... he's acting like he's giving birth. quite literally saying every cuss word in the book, didn't matter if it was English or Spanish you heard it. you were getting slightly concerned

But once you got it turned up to 7. that's when he said fuck this, and ripped it off violently almost breaking the machine, and smashing it. (He also somehow shocked his hand in the process)

But after (that hell experience he calls it) he picked up his game in doing house chores after going through that. he doesn't let you lift a finger during that time of the month.

Rudy🥺

Now Rudy's actually heard of this before from his sister, who's brought it up a couple of times. so when you jumped on the bandwagon too, he was scared for his own safety.

This poor man was probably a sweating nervous wreck. Since he has a mom and sister he knows how bad it was for them. so he's expecting the worst.

Although he was a nervous wreck, he was violently calm through the whole process. which Low key scared you

I feel like he has a high pain tolerance. So it actually didn't affect him that bad. but still it hurt ofc, and he hates seeing people he loves in pain. But when it got to 10 that's when he really started to feel it, and move around more. (You know those little period cramp moves we do yeah that was him 💀)

Although unlike most of the guys, he was more quiet and reserved about the pain. He knew you had to deal with this every month, so what gives him the right to scream and complain when he could turn it off at any moment, and you couldn't.

He also went to his mom and sister after that experience. asking them what more he could do to help you out.

And that's going to be the end for this, I know it wasn't long. but I just wanted to get something out there for you, I hope you enjoy. and I hope you are having a good day/night wherever You are. reblogs, and comments are always appreciated 🖤

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francesminos-tt · 6 months

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can you write some joffron with lactation kink 👀👀👀🫦🫦🫦

I made it into a sequel to my nuhon inspired piece. I am not sure if it counts as lactation kink. I hope you enjoy this!

“You are burning up, my prince.” The old maid frowned after placing the back of her hand on Joffrey’s forehead, “How do you feel? Do you need anything? Wine?”

Joffrey nodded, his breath ragged and his cheek pink from the fever.

“Where is Rhaenys?” Joffrey asked, his voice so hoarse that it was barely audible.

“The little princess is sleeping.” The old maid helped Joffrey sit up and handed the prince a goblet of warm wine.

“My husband?” Joffrey sipped the wine, but his throat was so sore that even swallowing hurt.

“The lord is in the training yard.”

Joffrey half hoped to hear that his husband had left for Driftmark again. Daeron had stayed in Dragonstone for over three months now. He had never spent so much time under the same roof as Joffrey. He even agreed to let Rhaenys have a wet nurse, which was a huge relief for Joffrey. They still slept in separate quarters, but Joffrey was so used to sleeping alone that such arrangements didn’t bother him at all.

The low fever had started two days ago. Joffrey must have caught a cold from falling asleep while cooing Rhaenys. By the time the maids came to wake him up, the sun had already set and he had stayed in the cold night air for too long. The symptoms came the next day. Sore throat, stomach cramps, headache, and fatigue.

“Do you need me to inform Prince Daeron about your condition, my prince?” The old maid wiped some sweat from Joffrey’s forehead, “You might benefit from your alpha’s presence.”

“No.” Joffrey didn’t hesitate for a second before refusing, “My husband must not know about this.”

“My prince…”

“Can you fetch my milking supplies?” Joffrey interrupted the old woman, indicating that his decision was final, “I think my breast is swelling again.”

With the help of the wet nurse, Joffrey no longer needed to squeeze the last drop of milk from his breast to feed his daughter, so his scarred breast finally had some time to heal. The bite marks and scratches were mostly healed now, and he even started to produce more milk than before when he was no longer so stressed. He resumed breastfeeding Rhaenys again last week, this time with enough milk to last her for more than a few hours. However, he couldn’t feed her today due to the fever, so he had to milk his breast before it became too swelled.

“Of course, my prince.” The old maid gave him a hasty courtesy before exiting, leaving Joffrey alone in the spacious bedroom that seemed too large, even for a royal prince.

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Daeron hadn’t expected to stay in Dragonstone for so long. He had planned to stay for a short while, a couple of weeks, maybe, to make sure his pup was well-fed before going back to Driftmark. Even though Lucerys had relieved him of the duty of being the omega’s sworn sword, Daeron still considered protecting Lucerys to be his life’s work. Marriage wouldn’t change his passion and royalty to Lucerys, and he had held this belief so firmly until three months ago, when Joffrey had said to his face that he had failed his duty as a husband and an alpha. At first, Daeron couldn’t understand his husband’s words. He had taken care of Joffrey’s heat, made the omega pregnant, and been present during the childbirth, what else was required of him? What other duties should he carry out?

After a few days of considering, Daeron finally came to a conclusion. Perhaps Joffrey did have a point. He should have known how hard it was for an omega to raise a pup without an alpha. Even Lucerys had barely managed to do so. It would be no surprise that Joffrey failed at such hard task. After all, Joffrey was not Lucerys. No one could be Lucerys. Perhaps Joffrey could use a little help to take care of their daughter.

Daeron remained on Dragonstone instead of going back to Driftmark as planned, but he soon found out that he couldn’t be more wrong. He was no use in terms of looking after a newborn.

Daeron witnessed first-hand the horror of breast-feeding a baby. Joffrey’s breast was covered with more scars than a common soldier, and the baby sucked its teeth mercilessly into its mother’s flesh, deep enough to draw blood. Daeron, a seasoned knight who had experienced war and battle fields, almost winced in pain as the baby kept sucking Joffrey’s nipple, but Joffrey himself didn’t even blink, as if he had already been used to this.

“You don’t have to watch, if it makes you uncomfortable.” Joffrey said to him after the omega noticed Daeron’s pained expression.

“Does it hurt?” Daeron asked, keeping strict eye contact with Joffrey because he didn’t dare to look down at the bloody mess of Joffrey’s breast.

“Yes.” Joffrey answered simply, as if Daeron had just asked a stupid question, “That’s what happens when a mother doesn’t have enough milk.”

“How do you manage to keep her alive with barely enough milk?” Daeron didn’t mean to blame, but Joffrey clearly thought otherwise. The omega’s face hardened at Daeron’s words.

“With flour diluted in water and my blood.” Joffrey replied in a cold voice.

“You should have told me. You are putting both yourself and our pup in danger.”

“You weren’t here.” Joffrey retorted defensively as he moved away from the edge of the bed, away from Daeron, “It was you who strictly forbid me to use a wet nurse.”

“I didn’t know- Lucerys has never-”

“Stop mentioning my brother’s name!” Joffrey interrupted the blond alpha harshly, startling the baby and sending it into a crying fit. Little Rhaenys was a robust baby despite not getting enough milk. Her cry was piercing and violent, as she began to kick and struggle in her mother’s arms.

Daeron didn’t know what to do. He never had to calm a screaming baby. He just sat there and stared helplessly at Joffrey.

“Get out.” Joffrey patted the baby gently on the back and kissed her soft blond hair, but the look he threw at Daeron was icy cold.

“I am sorry, Joffrey. I shouldn’t have said that. Please, let me stay. Maybe I can help.” Daeron reached out for the baby, but Joffrey hugged their daughter tighter, as if Daeron was a threat to his little girl.

“I said, GET OUT.”

Daeron was about to argue again when he noticed the robe Joffrey wore was stained red on the chest, the soaked fabric sticking to the omega’s skin, leaving no room for imagination. Joffrey’s breast had become plumper since the pregnancy, the nicely shaped flesh looked fuller and softer, like the juiciest fruits. Daeron had almost forgotten how it felt to hold Joffrey’s breast in his hands, kneading the soft flesh and feeling it changing shape to mold into his palm. Daeron felt his own pulse began to quicken, blood rushing through his body to the most inappropriate place.

He found himself aroused by the sight of Joffrey’s naked tits.

Daeron fled the scene with tail between his legs. Like a coward.

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“Nicely done, lads. It’s all for today.” Daeron threw his training sword to the ground and raised his voice to address the whole crowd, “I expect to see you all here first thing tomorrow.”

The soldiers looked both relieved and terrified at the same time. They had never expected the young lord to be so tough. They didn’t know Prince Daeron so well; they only knew that Daeron the Daring and his blue dragon Tesserion were part of the Greens’ main fighting force. His marriage to Prince Joffrey was part of the peacemaking pact. The soldiers had been worried that Daeron might be cruel to them and their prince, but luckily, the alpha barely spent any time on Dragonstone. It was a surprise that Prince Daeron had stayed on Dragonstone for months this time.

Daeron, having no idea what the soldiers were thinking, was already on his way back to the castle. After Joffrey had driven him out of the nursing room, the couple went back to their normal relationship. They merely coexisted in the same castle, both trying their best to stay out of the other’s way. They didn't dine together, neither did they sleep on the same bed. Daeron had actually moved out of their shared quarters, to avoid seeing Joffrey in a thin robe again.

He couldn't face it. He couldn’t face the arousal and desire he felt toward his husband’s body. It might sound strange, but Daeron had never experienced such strong desire before, not even for Lucerys. For Lucerys, he only felt peace and affection, but never the urge to take. Lucerys was like a delicate flower, better admiring from afar than plucking it from the stem.

Joffrey was different. Daeron hadn't really observed his omega mate carefully until now. Their wedding night and the few heats they shared were a blur to him. What did it feel to hold Joffrey in his arms? Did the omega moan during their intercourse? What did Joffrey’s slick taste like?

Daeron couldn’t remember a single thing about Joffrey, but one thing he did know. He had never tasted Joffrey’s tits. That was probably why the thought bothered him so much. He was dying of curiosity.

Daeron ran into his daughter’s new wet nurse while still thinking about Joffrey’s tits. The wet nurse was a chubby young omega with round face and full breast. She almost fell on her knees after realizing who she had just bumped into.

“I-I am terribly sorry, y-your grace.” She stuttered, holding the small bundle in her arms.

“I am not your grace.” Daeron said, ignoring her apology, “Grace can only be used to address a king.”

“S-s-sorry.” The young omega looked like she was about to cry.

“What are you doing here with my daughter?” Daeron’s eyes fell on the small bundle, a lavish velvet blanket with dragon embroidery, with some blond hair visible among the thick fabric.

“Prince Joffrey isn’t feeling well today. The little princess is upset for not seeing her mother, so I thought a small walk might help.”

Daeron should be furious at his husband for trusting their pup to this stranger, but all he could think about right now was the fact that Joffrey was alone. Alone on the extravagant four-post bed wearing nothing but his incredibly thin night robe…

“Your gr- I mean, my prince?”

Daeron was snapped out of his dirty fantasy, extremely ashamed and frustrated.

“Make sure my daughter is well-fed and taken care of.” Daeron said after clearing his throat, “I am going to pay my husband a visit. You never saw me here.”

He left without waiting for an answer.

Joffrey winced when he began to put pressure on his breast. For some reason, he actually produced more milk after finding a wet nurse for Rhaenys. Perhaps it was the reduction of pressure, or the fact that his skin finally got a chance to heal. Or, it was because the presence of his alpha.

Joffrey tried his best to ignore the last possibility. He was too proud to admit that he needed Daeron’s presence to stay healthy. He didn't want to be a dependent. He didn't want to beg for Daeron’s mercy in order to survive.

The fever had worsened in the past few hours, and if he didn't get the milk out as soon as possible, it would only get worse. His breast had already begun to hurt, so he needed to hurry.

Joffrey bit his lower lip and pressed harder, massaging around his nipple before squeezing, but only a few drops of milk managed to leak out of his swollen nipple. He wiped the drops off with a warm cloth, and let out a defeated sigh.

“Come on,” Joffrey muttered, “Don’t make it harder for me.”

He was sitting on the couch in his solar, his robe pulled down to his stomach, exposing his neck, shoulders, and plump breast. He had all his milking supplies ready, lots of warm cloth, a few glass bottles, ointments, balms, and a bucket of hot water. He had asked the old maid to leave him alone, in an attempt to save the last bit of his decency, but now he began to regret his decision. He could definitely use some help now.

Joffrey was about to try again when a familiar scent invaded his nostrils. Incense and burned wood, reminding him of a sacred sept. Daeron’s scent.

The omega lifted his head abruptly, only to find his alpha husband had entered the room at some point undetected, now leaning against the door with light violet eyes fixed on Joffrey’s naked body. After the initial shock, Joffrey instinctively tried to pull up his robe, hiding his nakedness from his alpha mate, but he had forgotten about the supplies around him and ended up knocking off the water bucket with a loud bang. His next instinct was to run, to get away from his alpha, to preserve his last dignity, so Joffrey stood up hastily and tried to retreat to his room, but the spilled water made the floor so slippery that he lost his balance almost immediately.

Daeron rushed to his side so fast that Joffrey thought the alpha must have used some kind of teleportation magic. Joffrey found himself in a pair of strong arms before he even realized what had happened. Daeron had pulled him into a tight hug, the alpha’s strong arms wrapped around his waist and the sweaty training shirt sticking to his naked breast.

“Are you all right, Joffrey?” Daeron asked worriedly, sweeping the omega off the floor so that the hot water would no longer be a threat.

Joffrey couldn’t answer. Not because of shock, but because Daeron had accidently put too much pressure on his tender breast, and now it hurt like hell. Cold sweat broke on Joffrey’s forehead, as he let out a pained whimper.

“What is it? What is hurting? Tell me, Joffrey.”

“Let go of me.” Joffrey managed to squeeze the words out through gritted teeth, “You are hugging me too tight.”

Daeron loosened his arms immediately, but he didn't put Joffrey down. Instead, he carried the half-naked omega back to the bedroom and placed Joffrey down on the soft bed. It was surprise enough that he chose to remain skin contact with Joffrey outside heat, but what surprised Joffrey more was that Daeron made no intention to leave after placing Joffrey down.

“What do you want?” Joffrey raised a confused eyebrow after a long, embarrassing silence. His breast still hurt, but it had become manageable.

“Making sure you are all right.” Daeron half lied. He did want to make sure Joffrey was okay, but he also wanted to enjoy the beautiful view of a half-naked Joffrey. Why had he never noticed the sexy part of his husband?

“I am all right.” Joffrey’s confusion turned into a frown, “I want to have some privacy now. I am sure you have more pressing issue to attend to, so please, leave me alone.”

“There is no issue more pressing than you.” Daeron didn't even realize what he was saying after the words left his mouth. Those words just came so naturally as if it was the most logical thing to say.

“I don’t know what game you are playing, but I don’t want to be part of it.” Joffrey scoffed and rolled his eyes, “I am going to ask you again. Leave.”

“No.” Daeron’s reply was quick and without hesitation. He seemed determined to barge in and take away the last bit of Joffrey’s dignity.

Joffrey took a sharp inhale, held it for three seconds before slowly letting it out. It was a technique he had learned from the maester to calm down and relax. He needed to calm down, or he would explode.

“I am going to milk myself,” Joffrey said in a low voice, “are you sure you want to stay and watch me milking my tits dry like a cow?”

Joffrey meant the words to be an intimidation, but he had no idea that it only served as a provocation of Daeron’s desire. What did Joffrey mean by milking himself? Was he going to squeeze those beautiful, full, pink tits to let the milk out?

Daeron felt a sudden rush of warmth down to his groin. The mere thought of Joffrey squeezing his own tits with teary eyes was enough to make him hard.

“Let me help you.” Daeron offered, swallowing.

“Are you fucking mad?” Joffrey looked more furious than before, “Look at me! Leaking milk like a cow. I guess Lucerys never tells you about this side of raising a baby, doesn't he?”

Joffrey pulled his robe down, completely exposing his breast to Daeron. He was pale from staying inside for too long. The old scars had mostly healed, but Daeron could still see some discoloration around his pink nipples. How come he never noticed how supple Joffrey’s skin looked? How appetizing his cleavage was, how structural his collar bones were and how tiny his waist was compared to his plump breast. How come he never knew his omega mate was this sexy?

Daeron couldn't help but reach out for Joffrey’s swollen nipple. He felt some wetness on the tip of his finger as he wiped off a drop of creamy milk from the cute nipple. Then, as if being possessed, Daeron slowly brought his finger to his mouth, and licked the drop of milk clean.

Joffrey had no strength to struggle, or even slap Daeron’s hand away, partly because of the fever, partly because the alpha pheromones made him dizzy. What. The. Fuck.

“You are sweet.” Daeron murmured, reaching his hand out again, like a small child stealing the icing from the cake before the big feast.

“No,” Joffrey made a desperate attempt to move away, but he had nowhere to run, “don’t touch me.”

“I am your alpha, Joffrey.” Daeron cupped one of Joffrey’s tits in his hand, running his rough thumb over the tender skin, “Let me help you, my omega. It is my duty to look after you.”

“No!” Joffrey meant to shout, but his voice came out so soft that it sounded more like a desperate whimper than a rejection, “No! Let go of me! I don’t need your help or your pity!”

Despite his words, Joffrey was weak in front of Daeron. His pulse quickened, his breath became ragged, and he was sweating like a fountain. He felt incredibly hot, so hot that as if someone had set a fire inside of him, burning him alive with all the heat. Joffrey wasn’t unfamiliar with this feeling, and that was exactly the reason why his panic was building.

He was in heat.

Daeron didn't let go. Of course he didn’t. He had never respected Joffrey enough to value the omega’s opinion, why start now? The blond continued to play Joffrey’s tits, feeling the weight of the milk, squeezing and kneading, letting the soft flesh change shape to fit in his hands. Joffrey let out a muffled cry when a rush of creamy milk leaked from his nipple, the rush so strong that it managed to reach Daeron’s jaw.

The alpha’s eyes darkened as he wiped the liquid clean. His pheromones had become so invasive that Joffrey felt like a prey in front of the predator.

“No…” Joffrey tried again, “Leave me, please. You don't have to do this.”

“Do what?” Daeron asked, kicking off his boots and climbing onto the bed, “Attending your heat?”

“You knew.” Joffrey closed his eyes in a poor attempt to save his grace.

“Of course I knew. Your sweet scent has the ability to influence mine. Here, feel it. I am already hard for you, my omega.” Daeron took Joffrey’s hand and led it down to his hard cock.

“You are not hard for me, husband.” Joffrey shook his head and smiled sadly, “You are just a victim of biology. It’s driven by your alpha instinct.”

“The instinct is still mine.” Daeron replied as he took Joffrey into his arms, careful not to put too much pressure on the omega’s breast this time.

Joffrey bit his lower lip to swallow a low moan. Omegas during heat were extremely sensitive, the lightest touch from their alpha was enough to arouse them, making their skin prickle with anticipation and desire. Joffrey would rather die than admitting that he was aroused by Daeron’s intense scent and undivided attention.

“Does it hurt?” Daeron gently traced a finger from Joffrey’s collar bone down to his cleavage, then following the healing scars and finally reaching the swollen nipple, pink as the freshest cherry.

Joffrey didn’t need to reply. His teary eyes were enough clues.

“Don’t cry.” Daeron lowered his head to kiss Joffrey’s tears away, “I am going to take good care of you, all right? I am going to suck your tits dry, so it won’t hurt anymore.”

Joffrey finally let out a whimper when Daeron took one of his nipples into the alpha’s mouth. Daeron teased the little bud with his tongue, drawing circles around it before sucking gently. Having his alpha mate suck his tits felt completely different than nursing his pup. Daeron didn’t bite him, but he was no less cruel than the demanding baby. He turned Joffrey’s sensitive nipple into a plaything, and took away all of Joffrey’s pride, reducing the omega into a whimpering mess of tears and moans.

“No…no, please,” Joffrey tried to break free from the alpha, but failed miserably, “why are you doing this to me? Why do you have to be so cruel?”

Daeron sucked harder on Joffrey’s nipple, feeding on the omega’s milk. Joffrey’s milk was warm and sweet, the perfect nutrition for their baby, the epitome of motherhood, and the most delicious thing Daeron had ever tasted. He kept sucking and sucking, until his mouth was full of Joffrey’s sweet milk, before swallowing the creamy elixir down.

“I have no intention to treat you cruelly.” Daeron said after swallowing another mouthful of Joffrey’s milk, his lip stained with the creamy liquid, “As I said, I am helping you.”

“You are humiliating me.” Joffrey lowered his eyes, unable to look at Daeron’s milk-stained lip.

“No.” Daeron cupped Joffrey’s cheek with his free hand and forced the omega’s face up, “Trust me, that’s not what I am doing. I will never humiliate you.”

“Then why are you treating me like a milk cow?” Joffrey sounded offended, “Does it make you feel better, taking away all my dignity and reducing me to this humiliating state?”

Daeron frowned. Why did Joffrey speak like that? As if swelling with milk was a bad thing? In Daeron’s opinion, it was the most natural and beautiful thing.

“I am not taking away your dignity. I am honoring you.” Daeron wiped away Joffrey’s tears, “I am sorry that I didn’t worship you like I ought to. I want to make up for it. Let me prove to you that I can be the perfect alpha for you.”

“And you expect me to believe that?” Joffrey actually chuckled, “Your words are nothing but the product of alpha pheromones. You don’t like me, and I don’t like you.”

Daeron covered Joffrey’s lip with his own, for he couldn’t stand to hear another self-belittling word from the omega. He grabbed Joffrey’s other breast, and squeezed his free hand between the omega’s legs. Joffrey was already so wet and so ready for him.

Joffrey jumped in surprise when Daeron inserted two fingers into him. The alpha kept kissing him, passionate and invasive, and kneading the one tit that still filled with milk. Joffrey was overwhelmed by the continuous stimulation, whimpering, moaning, tossing, twitching, like a worm that struggled from its life. Daeron was everywhere. His mouth, his tits, and his pussy were all conquered by the alpha. He didn’t know what to feel, as saliva, milk and slick all rushed out of him.

“You are so beautiful, my omega.” Daeron murmured against Joffrey’s lip, but unfortunately, his omega couldn’t hear him, for Joffrey was shaking violently in his first orgasm since the pregnancy. It didn’t matter, though. Daeron planned to repeat it for a thousand, no, a million times until Joffrey believed him.

Neither Daeron or Joffrey left their bedroom for the next seven days.

END

#house of the dragon #hotd #joffron #my asks #joffrey velaryon #daeron x joffrey #daeron the daring #abo dynamics

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Little Bird || Part 2

A little jealous Sebastian 🤍

Sebastian Sallow x F! Reader • 7th Year • Friends to Lovers

warnings: cursing, feelings of insecurity

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I must have made this damn potion eight hundred times. And each time it came out worse and worse. If I didn’t know any better I would say it looks like I was TRYING to do a bad job. Professor Sharp and the rest of the class had left a while ago, not willing to miss his evening meal over watching me struggle with something most students could grasp in their third year.

I stare into the cauldron of black, bubbling goo and contemplate just sticking my head in it, if I’m lucky it’ll boil my brain and then I’d never have to make another potion again.

“Oh yikes.” Garreth mutters, coming to a halt next to my table, the only one who stayed after class. I’m guessing to work on whatever his next concoction was.

“Thanks Gareth.” I mumble, tossing in another spoonful of the ingredient closest to me, trying to make it look like I knew what I was doing and that I wasn’t some idiot staring back at her reflection in her cauldron. I stir the potion again, but this time my spoon doesn’t come back intact, the goo monster I’ve created eats away at the metal, so I’m left with just the handle. “Fuck.”

“Can I- would you like-“ he rubs the back of his neck and he tries to frame his question. “If you're offering help I’ll gladly take it.” I sigh, cutting him off. He doesn’t need to feel embarrassed, I was the one who wanted to crawl out of my skin. The quicker this potion was done the better.

“I am. Offering that is.”

“Thank god.”

I sit down on the stool next to the table and slump over as Gareth gets rid of my last horror show of an attempt. “It’s really quite easy...”

“So I’m just stupid?”

“I would never say THAT.” Gareth chuckles and starts preparing his ingredients, not even needing to look at the recipe. “Gareth, can you make me something that just fixes my brain so I understand these lessons? We’re barely at the start of term and I’m already lost. For Merlin’s sake- this is review!”

“Give yourself more credit, you missed the first four years of your education.” He said softly, not looking up from the cutting board.

“We can’t keep using that as an excuse for me.” I sigh and take off my robe. Anytime I couldnt figure something out, everyone loved using me being a late bloomer as an excuse. Magic manifested later for me, and it was like I was everyones broken doll, they all knew what happened in year five- being the hero of Hogwarts was a fluke.

I simply hard a different magic than others- I wasn’t extraordinary, I was lucky. The shine of it had all work off a long time ago.

Gareth glanced over at me, then back and the cauldron, then back at me. “C'mon. You do the mixing, I'll do the measuring.” He pulled me up from the stool and stood me next to the cauldron, a fresh un-melted spoon in my hand.

“Bless you, Weasley.”

With his careful instructions we finally finish the potion and I tried to steadily pour it into the tiny vial, but I was exhausted, my hand was cramping from doing a hundred counter clockwise turns, and then a hundred more clockside stirs. My hand holding the tiny glass container won’t stop shaking. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, wanting to give up on the whole thing.

Garreth takes his hand and covers my own, helping me hold steady. I glance up and mumble “thank you”, before gently tipping my hand and pour the potion. Once I’m done I let out the breath I was holding out and looked up at Gareth. Before I can say anything someone clears their throat at the entrance of the classroom.

Sebastian is standing there, tie loose around his neck. “Bird, you weren’t at dinner.”

“Yeah I was busy failing potions.” I sigh and put the stopper on my vial. It’s about now when I realize just how close Gareth and I are standing. I blush and take a step back. “Thank you for your help. Maybe I’ll graduate this year.” I smile- walking over to the professor's desk to drop off my finished work.

“You could have found me for help.” Sebastian said as I walked over to him, grabbing my bag and cloak on the way. He runs his hand gently down my back in greeting. I shrug. Of course he’d be able to help. The ever- brilliant professor's son.

“I’m happy to help.” Gareth said. His voice sounded deeper than it had just a few moments ago. “Since you’re not in this potions class. You don’t know the coursework.”

“I’m taking private classes with Sharp.” Sebastian smiled. “Anything she needs help with I can pick it up.” Sebastian had a lot of those, the private lessons. After Sebastian worked to turn his shit around last year Sharp had taken an interest, impressed with Seb getting serious about training to be ‘the greatest auror the world had ever seen’ or at least that's what he said..

“Do you think they’re still serving food? I’m starved.” And tired of listening to this who’s better at potions battle. Men.

Sebastian breaks eye contact with Gareth to look down at me, frowning. “I think they’re all done serving. We-“

“I haven’t eaten either. I can accompany you to dinner. Somewhere in Hogsmeade maybe?” Gareth interrupts, looking down at me. I guess the contest wasn’t over.

Sebastian shoots him a look that could kill. I take a deep breath, closing my eyes. “That's nice of you- but I’m dead tired. I think I’ll head off to bed.”

“Right- right. Well. Goodnight then.” Gareth mutters standing there for one more too awkward second before ducking out of the classroom, leaving Sebastian and I alone. “You’re gone to bed?” he chuckles, knowing I couldn’t be serious.

I roll my eyes and grab his cloak, dragging him out of the classroom and toward the room of requirement.

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Sensing my hunger the room had sandwiches, butterbeer and snacks laid out for our arrival. I grab a few things and walk toward my meadow. “Are you coming?” I ask Sebastian, who’s eyeing the candies the room put out.

“Sometimes I get overwhelmingly jealous of your room, you know if I ever come here alone I don’t get this kind of treatment. And Deek always gives me a look..”

“I’m glad.” I giggle “If it’s coming from Deek I’m sure you deserve it.” I walk through the door that leads me to my meadow, filled with Mooncalfs. Sebastian follows close behind.

“How were the beasties over the summer?” He asks, bending down to pat one gently on the head.

“Deek said very well behaved, but of course missed me terribly.” I conjure some treats and let all my little friends have dinner with us before settling in the grass to eat my own food.

“Smart little things.” Sebastian smiled and sat down next to me. As always we sat back to back, using each other's weight to prop ourselves up. Just like we did for hours and hours after everything that happened in year five. Facing away from each other, admitting what terrible things we had to do, those marks we carried on our soul forever. It got easier to deal with the farther away we got from it, but it was always there, the thing that always bound us.

“Thought for a thought.” I say and take a bite of my sandwich. A little game we played, passing back the things that flew through our heads.

“I'm very happy to be home.” I smile, starting us off. “I feel so empty, and lonely all summer.”

“You live in London.” He sighs. “I don’t understand how you can feel lonely there.”

Because you’re not there. Was the answer, but it was his turn to say a thought outloud.

“I’m very happy to not be alone anymore either." he mumbles, and I look down at the grass. I put my hand on top of his, curling my fingers in a comforting squeeze.

#sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow #Sebastian sallow x you #gareth weasley

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prettybrownelf · 1 year

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(Goth anon) Ok ok, so, bit of a negative one but my headcanon is that Hydra probably pumped Bucky with enough drugs to make him incapable of getting hard during his time as the WS, so once he's free and recovering, poor guy is dealing with a case of erectile dysfunction. So the piercing thing is basically "Hydra broke my dick, so I'm reclaiming it by getting it pierced" (I personally have a preference for frenum piercings 👀). Kinda why I like to headcanon him as a bottom too, since prostate stimulation is good for ED. Just, Bucky having a complicated relationship with his own body and sexuality and finding ways to reclaim them without it being a Perfect Sex Life is very dear to me :)

a/n- this was so fun to write, i hope you enjoy!

The Record Store Clerk

Non MLM/NBLM DNI

Pairings- Punk! Bucky Barnes x Punk! Male! Reader

Summary- Bucky has fallen in love with the clerk at the local record store, admiring his self expression, and decides to try some self expression for himself

Word Count- 1574

Content Warnings- Praise, Erectile Dysfunction, Genital Piercings, Bottom Bucky, Top Reader, Bucky Is Insecure, Aftercare, Rough Sex

Bucky doesn't own a record player, he never has.

Yet every day, he finds himself in a cramped record store just to talk to you, though this time it's a bit different.

The last conversation he had with you was a month ago, which was much longer than he had hoped.

“Why are you so interested in my piercings today?” You asked, smiling brightly as you played with the cigarette in your hand. Bucky fails to hide the cheesy grin forming on his face. “I was used as a super soldier for seventy years (Y/n), this is all new to me! Why do you think I like hearing about the music you find so much?” You nearly choke on cigarette smoke as you chuckle at him. “I thought you were gonna pass out the first time you heard ‘Fear of The Dark.” Bucky rolls his eyes as he relaxes into the brick behind him. “Can I go back to asking about the metal in your face now?” You nod as you take another drag. “Why do you have them? I mean, I understand they look cool, but is there some sort of point to you having them?”

It takes you a moment for you to answer. “I think of them as a form of self-reclaiming. I was always told how to be when I was growing up, ya know? I couldn't be gay, I couldn't dress the way I wanted, and I couldn't listen to what I wanted. When I was finally on my own I decided I would do anything to express myself, which just so happened to include getting a shit ton of piercings, tattoos, and wearing only black.”

Your words echoed in Bucky's mind as he immediately ran to a piercing shop after your conversation. He struggled to google piercings till he finally found the right one, a piercing for self-reclamation.

And now here he is, trying to keep his breathing in check as he walks up to the counter. Your normal smiling face greets him, dark makeup on your face as usual. “Hey, Buck! What's up? It's been forever since I saw you.” “I know, sorry about that, I was recovering.” Worry immediately pants your face. “Recovering? From what?” Bucky gives a playful grin. “A piercing.” The worry on your face is immediately taken over by a child-like glee. “A piercing? Where?” Bucky gives a small point downwards as you nearly choke. “Buck! Your first piercing? There? Why?” “It's not exactly the most safe-for-work explanation. Maybe we can talk about it tonight?”

“My my, are you asking me on a date?” A blush forms on Bucky's face as he tries to keep himself together. “Not exactly a full-on date, just a night together at my apartment.” Bucky watches you throw your head behind yourself to look at the clock. “I get off in fifteen.” Bucky nods as he leaves, waiting outside as he desperately tries to calm his nerves.

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Time moves faster than Bucky realizes when he notices he's opening the front door of his apartment. Your presence behind him does nothing to calm his nerves as he opens the door, praying all the cleaning he had done that morning was enough.

“Wow, you really are getting into the new century huh?” You laugh as you look around at Bucky's apartment. To you, it looked like the bedroom of a fourteen-year-old boy who's constantly discovering new things he's interested in, but to Bucky, it just symbolizes his entrance into this new, exciting century. “Don't make fun of me, this world is brand new to me.” The adorable smile on your face melts Bucky into a puddle as you turn to look at him. “Bucky, I would never make fun of you.”

Your eyes gaze around till they finally land on the bedroom door. “Buck, did you invite me here to talk or something else?” Heat rises to Bucky's face as he gulps down the fear in his throat. “I mean I did want to tell you about my piercing, but I guess I was sorta thinking the conversation might lead to…stuff.” The way you smirk at him only builds fear inside him. You're his friend, you're not gonna make fun of him because his dick doesn't work, right?

“Well, then tell me about your piercing.” You say, leaning against the kitchen counter. Bucky takes a deep breath as he tries to calm his nerves before he speaks. “You know I'm a ‘super soldier' right? Well, to become a super soldier they would pump me full of different shit, and at some point, it sorta ruined my dick.” You raise an eyebrow at him. “Ruined your dick?” “Yeah, erectile dysfunction. I guess I was kinda worried about trying to do stuff with you because of that.” Instead of the reaction of disgust, Bucky was expecting, you simply give him the same smile he's come to love as you take his hand. “Why would I care about any of that Buck? Besides,” You pull him closer to your face as you lean over to whisper into his ear. “I'm gonna be the one on top.” Bucky can feel himself sweating against his ripped-up black jeans as he lets you lead him to his room. “Whatever you need, we can do.” Bucky nods as he watches you throw your shirt off, his eyes lingering on your nipple piercings for a bit longer than he should have.

Although hesitant, Bucky takes his leather jacket off, being careful with the spikes on the side as he slides his shirt off. He jumps a little bit as he sees you standing in front of him. “Do you have lube? And a condom?” Bucky nods quickly as he ruffles through one of his drawers. “Here you go.” You take it with a devious grin. “Lay down, pretty boy.” Bucky immediately obeys, messing around with his belt as you climb over him. Bucky can't help the way his mind turns to mush as he watches you remove your belt, sliding your pants off and throwing them next to his own.

Your hands are cold when they slide up Bucky's thighs, a small whine already leaving his throat as you remove your hands, pouring lube on your fingers. “You gonna be good for me, handsome?” Bucky nods feverishly, unable to get words out of his mouth. The second you stick your first finger in, Bucky doesn't feel pleasure, just the cold feeling of your skin as he desperately tries to find the feeling he's heard others talk about. As if you could read his mind, your hand slides up to his shaft, slowly stroking his cock, being careful not to touch his piercing. “Relax Bucky, take all the time you need.” Bucky allows himself to relax against the bed as you continue your motions.

The slow pace you're moving at slowly begins to spark something in Bucky's stomach. He hesitantly begins to buck his hips along with your thrusts, earning praise from you. “There you go, pretty boy.” “(Y/n),” He moans, looking down at you through half-lidded eyes. “Yes?” He whines as he thrust into your finger. “Please fuck me.” You smirk at him as you remove your hands. “Are you sure you're ready, baby?” Bucky nods as moves his legs up to give you access to him. You happily take him by the hip with one hand as you lather your cock in lube. “I'm gonna go slow for you, then ill fuck your brains out, ok baby?” Bucky nods as you lean over him, slowly pushing into him.

Pleasure begins to build in Bucky's body as you bottom out, groaning at the feeling of him around you. “God you feel fucking amazing.” Bucky immediately moans your name as you snap your hips, hoisting his leg over your shoulder so you can reach deeper. Bucky nearly screams as you roughly move your hips against his. “See pretty boy? You can do this.” Bucky's mind is completely blank as he feels himself getting close. You seemingly can feel him twitching as your other hand reaches down to play with his piercing.

Bucky immediately cums, feeling it land on his lower stomach as you continue your thrusts. “Good job! You're being so good for me!” The praise travels right back down to Bucky's cock as he grips the sheets under him. The moans from you are doing nothing to stop his arousal as he desperately tries to get words out. Instead of words, you get jumbled out moans and whines and begs from Bucky as you feel yourself getting closer. Your hand immediately goes back to his cock. “You wanna cum with me, pretty boy.” Bucky nods vigorously as you try to keep yourself from falling onto him. The second you cum, Bucky does too, screaming your name as you hold your hips against his.

As breath reenters Bucky's lungs, he doesn't even notice you going into the bathroom to get a wet rag for him. The cold feeling helps his body relax as you clean him up. Bucky stares up at the ceiling as you crawl into bed with him. Your hands find his hair, letting him cuddle up against you as you pull the blanket over your naked bodies. “You ok baby?” Bucky nods with a soft smile. “Yeah, just tired.” Your chuckle is the last thing he hears as he falls asleep in your arms.

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐅 - mitsuya t. x model!fem!reader

syn: you tell your designer you're stressed for your show—he takes it upon himself to help.

⌗ bonten timeline. f!fingering. dirty talk. unprotected. f!creampie. hand job. hair pulling/tugging. praise. pet names (baby, pretty girl, princess, etc) WC: 2k+

an: bear with me i have no idea how fashion shows work or what models actually do rip enjoy! credits to @loisuke and @megumi-divine for beta!!! @tokyometronetwork

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a single drop of sweat rolls down the side of your face as a result of the anxiety and the nerves finally settling in.

the room feels suffocating, like all the air has been completely sucked out of it—leaving you breathless and the fabric of your shirt sticking to you uncomfortably. It’s hot; cramped and the atmosphere is thick around you.

In the distance the crowd roars, the sound loud as people cheer and clap for the upcoming event. booming screams fill the space of the venue as the host welcomes all from different places around the world meeting here for this special night.

the night of your life—a night that would decide the path of the rest of your career as an upcoming model. the night of your debut.

as soon as you stepped into the backstage a few hours earlier, you watched as teams came in and out of the fitting rooms, designers speaking to models and some making last-minute adjustments to the gowns that would be worn. you wonder if it'll always be like this. always be this busy, and crowded and loud and—

you’re snapped back into reality when he groans in your ear, the sound deep and rough sends shivers down your body.

this wasn’t the first thing in mind when you told your designer, mitsuya, that you needed something to help you calm your nerves—but you can’t deny it isn't something that you’ve dreamt about before.

you think of the way he’s always such a gentleman to you and others around you. how he always treats people with kindness but isn't afraid to put someone in their place when they overstep. In the few months you’ve worked with him, he never fails to make your heart flutter with the way he's always hardworking and thorough with the things he does.

you get lost with the way he kisses down the column of your neck, stopping shortly to suck and lightly bite at the skin.

“… this isn't what I envisioned when you said you'd get me out of my head..” you laugh nervously, trying to conceal the hidden need that continues to grow inside you.

“Mm, well you seem like you're enjoying this,” he teases, looking down at you with his signature smirk plastered on his face. the hand on your hip tightens and you squirm in his hold, suddenly feeling too embarrassed by his gaze, you can't bring yourself to reply.

the room you're both in is private, located past the backstage and main fitting rooms and away from all the people outside. it has a single vanity with lights surrounding it and a couch stuffed into a corner. other than that, it's pretty empty.

“you said you needed stress relief..” he murmurs, one of his knees makes its way between your thighs, pushing up against your clothed cunt and you whine slightly at the stimulation. he forces you to back up into the wall behind you, “i’m here to give you that.”

your hands scramble to steady yourself, one grabbing onto his shoulder and the other threads through his perfectly dyed locks, you tug at the hair when he bites a bit too harshly on the skin of your neck, ”you gonna let me take care of it?”

you can only nod as an answer, unable to muster up the courage to look him in the eye. he flusters you so easily, everything about him makes you grow hot, and his effortlessness only feeds into your growing need for him.

he chuckles, bringing one hand to tilt your chin up so you're forced to look at him, lips slightly brushing against each other, “mitsuya…”

he's already kissing you before you get to say anything, hard and demanding. his hot tongue parts your lips and you let him freely explore your mouth—tongues wrestling for dominance.

soft like butter, his lips press harder into yours, chasing and wanting to taste more of you. his body slides over yours, almost completely in contact—and you hum in satisfaction at the feeling of the stiff tent growing in his pants.

he's hard and needy under the layers of clothes he wears. his jeans doing little to nothing to cover his growing bulge. it sends waves of heat down to your core, and you grind yourself down onto his thigh in search of some relief.

“...takashi,” you whisper, you ache from the lack of stimulation, “touch me—please” staring into his violet orbs, you think you could get lost in the way his eyes glint under the light, always so soft and entrancing.

“you don't need to ask me, baby,” fingers finding the zipper of your jeans and tugging it down, only pulling away for you to completely rip them off.

he acts quickly at the sight of your bear legs, “so fucking soft,” murmuring and groping the flesh at back of your thighs harshly, his nose drags up your neck, cheek brushing against your own.

“oh, shit,” you shudder as his fingers trace slowly over your clothed cunt, rubbing you back and forth through the fabric—feeling the damp spot grow under his touch.

he overwhelms your senses in more ways than one, unable to keep your head up any longer, you bury your face into his chest—taking a deep breath and noticing the lingering scent of the cologne on his shirt.

“right—right there!” you gasp as his fingers run over a specific spot, catching your sensitive clit in the process.

you whine at the loss of contact when he moves his fingers to the band of your panties, “can i?” he looks at you, eyes wide and filled with lust—asking for permission.

your grip on him tightens, “please,”

the stress is long gone by now, the only thing going through your mind is how you want to be fucked silly by the man right in front of you.

you follow the movement of his adams apple as it bobs when he swallows, jaw slightly tense and his breathing shallow.

you gasp when the cold rings on his fingers make contact with your bare pussy, wet and slippery as they run up and down. he keeps eye contact with you, watching you as you squirm and moan, your hands fisting the front of his shirt. and god, does he badly want to be inside you right now—feeling you, and pounding into you. it's so hard to resist the urge to just take you right then and there. his dick strains against the confines of his pants, aching to be touched.

the slick makes it easier for him to thrust two of his fingers inside you, immediately curling and reaching upwards. “oh-oh my god, fuck!” you cry out, throwing your head back in pleasure, drunk on the way his fingers make you feel. it's too good, he makes you feel too good.

it's as if he knows exactly what you need, exactly the spot that gets you moaning louder and gripping him tighter. he smirks. he's got you exactly where he wants you.

the heel of his palm rubs over your clit every time he plunges his fingers into you, the sounds of your cunt filling the room. It has your back arching and curling off the wall, crying out in pleasure—completely forgetting that there could be people listening outside.

before you could even enjoy the build up of your high, he rips his fingers away as soon as you start grinding down on them, ignoring your whine as you clench down on nothing, feeling too empty.

“don't get too greedy,” he says, whispering in your ear, “i’ll give you what you need,”

he lifts his slick-covered fingers to his lips, tongue darting out to suck and lick at them. eyes never leaving yours and you watch him clean his own fingers off, enjoying every second of it.

“c’mere,'' he says, bending down to wrap his hands around the underside of your thighs, and you take it as a signal to jump—legs straddling his waist and arms wrapped around his shoulders.

the couch is cold where he sits down on it, having you on his lap, “you gonna let me fuck the stress outta you?” he rubs your bare thighs, hands smoothing over the skin, “right on this couch, pretty girl?”

you nod shyly, biting the inside of your lip as you watch him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. the outline of his cock through his underwear makes your mouth water, there's a dark patch of wetness as his cock leaks pre from his tip. at the same time, you take this as a chance to rid yourself of the rest of your clothes, leaving you completely bare.

your eager hands quickly move to his underwear. you watch his face as you tug down the thin fabric, looking for any sign of protest before you do anything. his cock, long and hard, slips out, and he groans at the contact with cold air.

his eyes are wide and filled with lust, watching you as you bring a hand down to lightly stroke his aching length, smearing his tip with your thumb. you look so, so pretty like this—he thinks; sitting on his lap while you rub him up and down, your eyes never leaving his.

“ah–fuck, just like that,” he drops his head back, mouth open, grunting in pleasure, “such a good fucking girl,” he breathes, and it sends heat all through your body. you try and squeeze your thighs together but his sturdy legs keep them apart, restricting your movement. you really need him, you're teasing yourself with the way he looks, bucking his hips up into your palm–searching for more.

“takashi..” you impatiently whisper, and he opens his eyes to see you staring at him—eyes big and lust blown. you don't voice your request but he already knows what you're asking.

“turn over for me, baby,” he lifts you off his lap and places you down so you lay on the couch, he positions himself in between your legs. pulling away only for a second to grab his sweater from over his head and yanking it off, skin shiny as a result of the thin layer of sweat.

his body—big and muscular, littered with tattoos—covers yours once again. he uses one hand to line himself with your wet cunt, and the other is set firmly on your hip, controlling your movements.

the swollen, red tip of his head runs through your folds, and your body jolts from the sparks of pleasure, hips chasing him whenever he pulls away from your clit.

“oh-fuck, you were made for me,” he says, pushing his way into you, your soft walls making room for him. you feel yourself hold your breath as he continues to bully his cock into you, unable to form words because it—feels too fucking good.

your cunt stretches and burns, accommodating his thick length. mitsuya buries his face in your neck to muffle his groans, choosing to bite down on your skin. he stills himself inside you for a moment, breathing hard.

“you-you can move now,” you tell him quietly, raking your nails down the length of his back—touching and feeling all the muscles that flex and contract.

the slow drag of his cock against your walls pulls out moans from both of you—your thighs tighten their hold around his hips. he thrusts into you harshly, uncaring if you draw blood when your nails dig into his shoulders.

he pulls out so that only the thick head of his cock is left inside you, “feels so fuckin’” slamming back into with a groan, “good,” you cry out in pleasure, the only thing you could think of is the sensation of his cock pushing through your slippery cunt.

he lifts his head, bringing his hands to pin both of your wrists over your head, pushing them into the cushion of the couch. “stay still for me, princess,” he grunts when you start to squirm.

resting his forehead on yours, he sets a pace that has you crying in pleasure, hips slapping against yours and ignoring your pleas to slow down.

he told you he’d be fucking the stress out of you, he’s just keeping his promise.

he’s thought countless times about having you in this position, crying and begging for him while you ask for more—he kisses the tears away and whispers praises into your ear, “you’re gonna do so fucking well out there,"

“you’ve got nothin’ to worry about, baby,” his breath tickles your skin, and you turn your face so that you're looking straight at him, wordlessly asking him to kiss you.

his lips meet yours in a greedy kiss, biting and sucking on your lower lip while he keeps pumping into you. you don’t notice when he brings one hand down to toy with your clit, yelping with surprise.

“don’t stop, oh my–” you're cut off when his tongue slips into your mouth, catching your moans. he notices that you're close from the way your hips chase him when he pulls away—he keeps rubbing and tugging at your clit, watching you crumble under him.

“c-cum with me,” he cups your cheek, “now.” and you feel yourself dissolve completely in the pleasure, the coil snaps and you shudder, a moan caught in your throat as you orgasm.

mitsuya follows, feeling your walls squeeze around him. his cock throbs as he nears his high, hips stuttering and movements faltering. you just look so cute under him—babbling and whining—he realizes then, he really enjoys ruining you. he enjoys breaking you down and peeling off all your layers so you're completely bare for him.

he groans as he spills deep inside you, filling you up to the brim. you feel hot cum fills your insides and trickles out of you.

you slump back into the couch, eyes closed and trying to catch your breath. he stays still over you, hands smoothing over the bruises on your hips. a few minutes pass by in comfortable silence, when he finally speaks.

“that should have done the trick,” he says, with a smirk on his face as he watches you shy away from his gaze. he helps you clean up and put your clothes back on. you don't know how you're supposed to walk the runway when your legs feel like jelly,

but hey, at least you’re not stressed anymore, right?

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BONUS:

mitsuya watches you from where he’s sitting, a proud look on his face as you accept your award from the host. the crowd cheers and claps, but the only thing he could think of right now is how he knows his cum is slowly slipping out of your wet cunt. he thinks it's been a pretty rewarding night for the both of you.

rbs and feedback appreciated <3

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