#why do you taunt me i want my PACKAGES

[angelltheninth]

Can you plz plz write a smut where Mike takes readers virginity and they are kind of innocent

Sure thing, my Mike brainrot is still going strong.

Pairing: Michael Afton/Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, virginity loss, kissing, body worship, praise, gentle sex, soft!Michael Afton

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: He would be the softest lover in the world, have you seen this man?!

Michael sat right across from you on the bed, his boner prominent despite his nervous glances at your equally naked body. Tonight was supposed to be perfect, at least according to him, perfect date, perfect drive home, perfect ambiance for the first time you'd have sex with him, or anyone really.

"The candles are too much aren't they?"

"Mike."

"Damn it, I knew I shouldn't have gotten them!"

"Mike."

"I wanted it to be all romantic for you, it's your first-"

"Michael!" You cupped his face in your hands, cutting off the rant he was bout to go on. He looked so cute like that, eyes big and wide and lips pressed together. "It's fine, I think it's very romantic. Very movie cliché of you, but I like that side of you."

Michael couldn't help but blush at your compliments of him, taking your hands in his and rubbing his thumbs over them. "That's good, cause I gotta be honest, I only did it cause I saw it in a movie and it looked pretty." He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer, "I only want the best for my gorgeous girlfriend." His cock pulsed when it met your wet pussy which pressed it against his abs more and more the closer you got.

"And that's why I love you." Your lips meet in a deep kiss as your arms fell over his broad shoulders. You kept rocking your hips against his cock, your clit constantly rubbing against the length, "Second drawer, I wanna come on your cock first."

"Do you baby? You want it?" He asked between each kiss as he moved you both backwards, his hand blindly moving to get the box of condoms, "Wanna put this on me?" Of course that meant you needed to move way from him but it was worth it to see him tear the package open with his mouth. "Lubed up on the outside."

You rolled your eyes as you took the rubber, "I know, I've had the same health class as you Mike."

"Yeah, that's what I worry about. I've had to learn from practice." And based on the stories he told you there was a lot of mishaps in his previous relationships. Although not from his lack of sexual province, rather from the lack of time he could dedicate to his girlfriend. But now he finally had a stable job, one that allowed him to spend more nights with you and actually afford a babysitter for his sister.

"You don't have to flaunt your experience at me. Besides I'm a very fast learner."

"I'm not- I just don't want you to feel pressured here. You can lean back and le-et me-!" Michael's eyes fluttered open and closed as you held his cock still with one hand and pulled the condom on it with the other. There was no way you were gonna look him in the eyes right now. "You... that's fine."

It was almost a shame to let him go, even through the rubber you could still feel every vein on his cock, pulsing at your touch, "This fees very different than toys." It was a lot better, seeing him almost shaking with excitement as he pushed you down and lined up but didn't put it in, instead he ran his hands up to your breasts and took one nipple into his mouth.

You could see all the muscles in his taunt back working as he moved little by little, "I want to make you feel good. This pretty body of yours, I want to know all the places that will make your eyes roll back, get you to make all the sexy noises for me." He released your stiff nipple with a wet pop, moving to the other, "Thank you for trusting me enough to be your first. I'm gonna try not to hurt you, so tell me if it feels bad and I can pull out okay? This is all on you."

"Mike... okay, I'm ready, I want to be one with you, please make me feel good." Mike gave your breasts a few more kisses before kissing you right as he pushed forward, sheathing himself inside you in one go, bodies and mouth pressed against each other, it was the only thing you could do to keep your voice down as you felt yourself get stretched and filled up by a real cock for the first time.

"Are you hurt? You're not saying anything..."

"Only stings a little. But I think I'm okay. Hold on... let me try to- oh!" Your forehead fell against his when you felt his cock react to your pussy fluttering around him, "Oh my god. Okay... maybe... pull out a little?" His hands moved down, holding you just above your waist, his eyebrows furrowed with worry as he pulled back. "Not all the way!"

"Ah! Sorry. It's okay, take all the time you need, I'm here." He couldn't do anything but stare at you, feeling his cock enveloped in your warmth again as you pushed him closer with your legs, once again taking all of him.

The clenching of your pussy pulled him deeper, letting him sink in all the way, fully bottomed out inside you. You kept pulling him close every time he pulled out too much for your liking, now that you knew what it felt like to have Michael's cock inside you it was hard to imagine you could every feel as good without it. He got the message, keeping most of it in with fast, but shallow thrusts, focused on the way you mewled past your tight lips, how your nailed raked down his back and pulled him even closer.

"Feels good to have you this deep." You kissed his cheek, his stubble scratching your lips but you didn't care, he could shave a little after. Besides the stubble made him look hotter in your opinion. "Can you... thrust a little faster, I'm getting close."

"What ever you need babygirl." He picked up the pace as he intertwined his fingers with yours and kissed your ring finger gently, almost dreamily as your pussy came with his cock deep inside you. "You feel amazing, that's it, keep that pussy tight for me." Michael wasn't far behind you, and while you could feel his cock pulse and his hips stutter, you were deprived of the feeling of his cum, caught by the condom instead. "Ahaha, don't be disappointed sweetheart, we gotta be careful with this stuff."

"I know." You almost whined but calmed down when he nuzzled the tip of his nose to yours, "I wonder what it feels like though, to have your cum inside me."

"You'll find out some day." As quickly as those words left his mouth he hid his blushing face in the pillow, "I-If you want that of course."

That sounded a lot like he just asked you if you wanted to have kids one day. "That'd be nice."

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[ahgasegotarmy116]

Do It For Him | Keep Quiet For Me | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: You're on a family vacation but Jungkook wants you no matter the risk... Pairing: Daughter in law reader x Father in Law Jungkook (Yändere) Word Count: 2.3k~ Warnings: Explicit language, an injury and blood, smuttttt and infidelity (but it's difh so duh lmao) and barely edited but yeah that's normal for me lmao a/n: This is response to someone asking for a drabble of in regards to my answer on this ask thank you to the anon/s that were interested in this and sorry it took so long to get out 😭 I was very very burnt out on this story so I hope this'll make up for it Series Masterlist

"Do you need anything? I'm gonna run inside and go to the bathroom" I whisper to my husband while we're lounging outside with the rest of the family. "No that's okay, you go ahead" he says and I respond with a quick okay and give him a quick kiss before standing up. 

"Actually" he say, grabbing my hand to stop me from leaving just yet. I hum in acknowledgment, waiting to hear his request. "Do you think you could grab me another beer? Take your time in there though" he says giving me a sluggish smile, telling me he's fully relaxed and that I should probably follow up that beer with some water. "Sure honey" I say, grabbing both of our empty Kloud bottles and heading inside. 

Walking into the house I first go into the kitchen to throw away the bottles but on my way I grab my phone out of my pocket to check a notification that came in but before I'm even able to turn it on I feel one of the bottle slip from my grasp and fall on the floor, smashing and scattering the glass all over the floor. 

"Perfect" I groan under my breath and start crouching down to pick it all up. "Need a hand?" Jungkook asks raising his eyebrows after seeing the mess I've made. "No I'm fine I can take care of this on my own" I grumble and continue to pick up the shards while Jungkook just stands there staring at me. 

"What do you want Jungkook?" I ask after a few moments pass by and realize he's been starting at my chest this whole time. "Don't you think that bathing suit is a little...revealing?" he asks as he continues to stare, not even bothering to look me in the eye. 

"Last time I checked I didn't ask for your opinion and I'm still not asking for it now. Can you please just go back outside?" I ask and go to pick up another shard but when Jungkook tries to say something else I grab it too quickly and slice my hand.

"Shit" I say and stand up and grab a towel to prevent it from bleeding while I walk over to the bathroom to wash it. "There should be a first aid kit in there" Jungkook calls after me as he trails behind. "I know, why do you think I'm going to wash it in the bathroom instead of the kitchen?" I ask, pointing out how stupid it would be to tell me something I already am aware of. I've got accident prone kids so you would think it was important for me to find that right away. 

"Right" he mumbles to himself, trying to stem off the irritation in his voice. "What do you really want Jungkook?" I ask, since there's clearly something else he wants. 

"What I really wanna do is fuck that pretty attitude out of you but let's worry about fixing that hand up first Angel" he says, coming up behind me and placing a strong grasp on my hips as I wash the blood off. 

"Real funny Jeon now can you just leave? I can take care of this on my own" I say, clumsily trying to open the box but struggling to the point that Jungkook just opens it for me. "I said I could do it myself" I say, glaring at him even though I know I needed the help. "Sure you could" he responds with a taunting smile. 

Rolling my eyes at him I sift through the products and find an antiseptic and a bandaid big enough for the area. I go to rip the package open with my teeth but he takes it out of my hand before I'm able to. "I said I didn't want your help" I reply but hold out my hand anyways. "I know but you need it if we want to get this done before you bleed out" he says, focusing on the task at hand. 

"Don't be so dramatic I-" "Shh" "Did you ju-" "Shh" he shushes me again and I let out a big sigh but ultimately let him take care of it. 

"There, all better" he says, throwing away everything and I moved out of the way so he could use the sink to wash up. "Thank you" I mumble and he pauses for a second, "Thank you? Where's that smart mouth from earlier" he asks while drying his hands. "I was in pain and irritated alright just forget it" I say and turn to walk out. "That's the last time I'm saying thank you to you" I mumble and before I'm able to walk out of the bathroom he pull me back in. 

"What was that Angel? I didn't quiet catch that?" he asks, me now pressed up against the sink facing the mirror again with him pressing up against me. "I said that's the last time I'm saying thank you to you" I say glaring up at him in the mirror before focusing on trying to push him off. 

"Get off of me" I say, pushing my hips back against his and it then that I can feel how hard he's gotten. "That's not fair love. I took care of you and I think it's only fair if you help take care of me" he taunts rubbing his dick against my ass. "Jungkook stop everyone is outside" I plea, trying to knock some sense into him.

"Jungkook stop we can't do this" I say, slapping his hands away when they toy with the tie on my hip. "Why not angel? As long as you stay quiet no one will know" he says, pulling on the tie and sliding them down my legs, now only wearing my bikini top and a small cover I had over it which he slides down my shoulders next. 

"Let's take care of that attitude huh? Looks like someone forgot who they were talking to" he says, sliding his right hand down my stomach and his left up to hold my throat. "Jungkook please sto-" is all I manage to get out before he traces a finger through my folds, making me shudder at the contact. 

"Looks like someone was just begging to get fucked weren't they? Look" he say, showing me his finger, already soaked in my arousal. I try to look to turn my head away, hating that my body always responds to him but he grabs my jaw and turns me back to face the mirror. 

"Nuh uh, you're gonna be a good girl and watch. Watch me fuck that attitude right out of you just like I wanted to" he says, sliding his hand down from my jaw to my neck, applying just enough pressure to remind me of the control he has over me. 

"Let's see if you can cum on my fingers first huh? Think you could do that?" he asks and I don't answer, not wanting to play into his games. "Silent treatment huh? Cute" he says and applies more pressure before putting two fingers inside without warning. I choke back a moan, shocked up the stretch and the slight pain it brings. 

"If you want me to be gentle with you then you need to talk to me" he says, applying more pressure on my throat as if mocking me. Daring me to say something smart but I don't. "Let's try this again. You think you can cum on my fingers princess?" he asks and I shake my head slightly, wanting him to just fuck me and get this over with. 

"Really? Because I think you can. Let's test that theory" he says before he starts pushing his fingers in and out, dragging them along my walls while rubbing his thumb on my clit, all while holding my head up and making me watch as my face starts to contort in pleasure. "There you go princess, focus on how good it feels" he says, pumping his fingers in a bit faster and adding a third once I've stretched out enough. 

"You sure you can't cum? Because from the way you're body is talking to me looks like you're almost there" he taunts, taking note of how hard I'm squeezing his fingers and how my legs have already started shaking. I let out a choked back moan in response and I just hear a dry chuckle from behind, clearly enjoying my struggle in trying to keep quiet and he doesn't let up at all. 

"You're being stubborn aren't you? Trying to prove that I have to work harder to make you cum?" he growls in my ear as I continue to hold myself back, defying his claims and just waiting for him to fuck me and get it over with. 

"Fine since you want this cock so much then why don't you beg for it?" he says while taking out his cock and dragging them up and down my folds, making me purr at the sensation. 'Shit no I cannot give him the satisfaction of knowing that I'm enjoying this fuck!' 

"What was that?" he taunts, giving me a smug smile through the mirror which makes me look away again. He grabs my jaw roughly and brings my face back over again. "What was that princess? You like that?" he says doing it again, making my knees want to give out under me but he steadies me on my feet. 

"Something as simple as this is making you feel like that? Angel was sensitive now wasn't she? Just begging to get fucked and didn't know how to ask for it" he says and presses on my back making my cheek press up against the glass, my breath fogging up the mirror as he lines himself up, giving up on making me beg since we need to finish up fast before anyone notices. 

He pushes in without any notice leaving me biting down on my lip to muffle to sound but it only does so much. He inches inside of me giving me the smallest amount of time to adjust before he's bottomed out. 

"Look at you, such a dirty little slut letting me fuck you in here. Take you from behind while you watch us in the mirror. Is that something that turns you on Angel?" and at that my body betrays me and squeezes his cock, giving him the answer that he already knew would be true. "Fuck, you're incredible" he says, raking his eye up my form before meeting them in the mirror. 

"Keep quiet for me yeah? Wouldn't want anyone to know that you're taking my cock so well while your husband is outside now would we?" he says, trailing his hand up my back and finally untying the last two ties that are keeping my top on. "Or don't. I would love for them to hear what you sound like while you scream my name and beg for more but I don't think you want that now do you Princess?" he asks while placing a kiss on my neck. 

"N-no" I stutter out, knowing better than to not respond this time. He reaches his arm around and pulls me back up with his hand on my throat and makes me make eye contact with him through the mirror. "Then be good and cum on this cock. Can you do that?" he questions and I nod, not trusting my voice this time with the way he's rubbing up against my walls at this angle. 

He lets go of my throat and leaves me reaching out my arms to brace myself, my knuckle white from how hard I'm holding on and seconds later he pulls out, leaving just the tip inside before slamming into me, making me go on my tip toes from the force. He drills into me unapologetically while watching my face contort in pleasure through the mirror. 

I can't hold back and I end up letting out barely audible whimpers while he continues to abuse my aching cunt, already close to release. "Fuck Angel loosen up I can barely move" he grunts while I grip his dick so well, seconds from tipping over. "Cum" he growls in my ear and that's the last push I need to lose myself in the feeling, letting out a choked back sob and squirting all over him. 

"Shit" he grunts and picks up the pace of his thrusts, fucking me through my high and tipping himself over to reach his a minute later and he grabs onto my throat again, his other hand on my hip thrusting a few more times until he's spent and both of our releases are dripping out of me. 

"Fuck Princess I didn't know you could squirt" he says while roaming his hands up and down my body, touching me as much as he can before I push him off seconds later when that post nut clarity hits.

"Get out" I choke out, trying to calm myself down and bring my breathing back down to normal. "See you soon love" he says, placing a kiss on my shoulder before walking out. Not bothering to look around to see if anyone might see him leaving.  

I take a deep breath and turn on the shower, getting in and not bothering to wait for the water to heat up, letting myself deal with the chill it brings to my warm skin.

Standing with my face under the stream I try to drown out all the memories of what just happened and how I just let him do that to me. Why do I always just let him get his way? 

I can't keep doing this. I have to tell someone because this secret is suffocating me. 

If I keep it in much longer I don't know what'll become of the person I once was. 

I need to stop this, everything just needs to stop.   

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[valeskafics]

"Be A Good Girl" - Aemond Targaryen x Stepdaughter!Reader (Modern AU)

A/N: from an anon request, hope you enjoy darling ❤️

Summary: You receive a package that you absolutely do not want your stepfather to see the contents of.

TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, stepdaughter/stepfather relationship, power imbalance, m*sturbation, tiddy succin, oral f receiving, p*ssy slapping, overstim, hand k*nk, praise k*nk, choking, p in v s*x, and of course daddy k*nk

Word Count: 2,169 words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

When you barge into Aemond’s study without even bothering to knock, he resists the urge to snap at you, if only barely. Especially when he sees your choice of attire. You’re in a pair of cute little denim cutoff shorts that show off your ass perfectly and a low-cut tank top that gives him a generous view of your cleavage. He almost thinks that you’re doing this on purpose to entice him, but then he remembers it’s summer and he shouldn’t be too surprised to see you dressed like this.

“The Fedex guy needs you to sign for something,” you declare, hands on your hips as you glare impatiently at your stepfather, “It’s my package but apparently since you’re on the lease and I’m not, I can’t sign.”

Aemond lets out a sigh, “Fine, bring the form here and I’ll sign it.”

You shake your head, “No can do, old man,” Aemond visibly bristles at the moniker - he’s only six years older than you, for fuck’s sake, “Said he can’t even give me the form. So get off your lazy ass and come to the door.”

Sometimes, Aemond curses himself for marrying your mother, a simple marriage of convenience to merge their two companies, because he never once imagined he’d end up with a snarky little brat of a stepdaughter like you. You’ve just earned your Masters degree from Citadel University and are home for the summer until you head back to pursue your PhD, and it seems like your sole purpose in life until returning to school is pushing him over the edge. He knows your mother had you young, the woman being only 40 while you’re 24. He falls somewhere between that at age 30. You walk around the house in either the skimpiest shorts or skin-tight leggings, half the time not even bothering to wear a bra. With your mother gone so often for business, it’s often just you and Aemond left behind. Today is one of those days.

Aemond startles slightly when you stomp over and drag him out by the hand, surprising him with how aggressive you’re being, “Look, it’s my package, I need you to sign. It’s important.”

“Fine, fine,” Aemond sighs, following after you, not at all admiring how your ass looks in those damn shorts as he walks. Once he’s signed for the package and taken it from the mailman, he turns to you curiously, seeing how small the box is, “What did you order anyway?”

“None of your business,” you blurt, snatching the box from his hands, “Okay, bye-”

“Not so fast,” Aemond taunts, gently grabbing you by the shoulder and pulling you back to him, a devilish smile forming on his lips.

You move your hands behind your back, keeping the small box out of his view and stare up at him with faux innocence, “Hm?”

“What’s behind your back?” Aemond smirks, his good eye dancing with amusement as he reaches out a hand as if to try and take what you’re hiding, while really? He’s just trying to trap you between him and the wall behind you.

“It’s my package,” you say slowly, as if speaking to a child, “I paid for it.”

“Why are you keeping it behind your back? Afraid I’ll steal it?” Aemond questions, leaning in, the tip of his nose brushing against yours and his breath tickling your neck, “Don’t you trust me?”

You feel like your brain is about to short circuit at his proximity. You’re not an idiot. You know your stepdad is hot. Unfairly so. So, you do what any normal person would do in your situation. You duck under his arm and sprint to your room to hide your purchase. Aemond raises an eyebrow and follows after you, leaning against your bedroom doorway. You stand beside the foot of your bed, giving the most nonchalant smile you can.

“What’s up?”

“So, what’s in the box?” Aemond smirks, walking into your room, his eye on you all the while.

“None of your business,” you sass, giving him an annoyed glare.

It’s then that Aemond notices the box poking out from under your bed and chuckles slightly, “Fair enough. But, you know, curiosity is a natural human trait. Just show me what’s inside and I’ll leave you alone.”

As he moves even closer to you, you feel your heartbeat speed up; he moves with an almost predatory grace and appears to be going in for the kill - you kick the box further beneath your bed, hoping he doesn’t notice and quickly lie, “It’s not here.”

Aemond is standing right in front of you now, chest to chest as he whispers against your ear, “Oh? Then what’s that?”

You don’t even have time to react when he reaches for the box, pulling it out from its hiding space. All you can do is stand there and watch in abject horror as he opens it, revealing your purchase. A hot pink vibrator. You can feel the heat rise to your face as you pray for the ground to swallow you whole, to spare you from this embarrassment. But when you look up at Aemond, he’s giving you a wolfish grin and his eye almost seems hungry. He laughs, a deep, throaty sound, as he holds the toy just out of your reach.

“What’s this then, sweetheart?” he drawls, “Be a good girl and tell me the truth.”

Good girl. The phrase sends a thrill through you that you don’t know how to describe.

“A… Massager?” you offer lamely.

Aemond’s grin widens, “A massager? Hm, just for back pain?”

“Uh huh.”

He leans forward again, his lips dangerously close to yours, looking almost as though he’s about to pounce on you, “Really? This tiny little thing to massage your back? You could’ve just asked me. I’d be happy to massage your back, sweetheart, among other places,” he pauses for a few seconds, considering his next move, a sly, cunning glint in his eye as he speaks again, a whisper in your ear, “Let me teach you how to use it properly, huh? Won’t you be a good girl and lay back on the bed for Daddy?”

Oh shit. Shit shit shit.

You do as he says, laying back on your bed for him as he moves to sit between your legs, gazing down at you, the way your chest heaves against the constraints of your tank top.

“Take those shorts off for me, baby,” he all but purrs in your ear as he leans over you, the silver chain he wears dangling over you and brushing against the exposed skin of your chest.

You do as he says, unbuttoning your shorts and sliding them down slightly, revealing your lacy pink panties. Aemond’s hand moves to your tank top, pushing it up slightly to reveal your stomach. He splays his hand over it, the sensation making you squirm slightly. You stare down at his hand and immediately regret doing so because gods, his fucking hands are so big against you, you can’t stop looking. He moves your panties down to your knees, his good eye greedily drinking in the sight of your bare pussy. He grabs your vibrator from the box and grins to himself.

“What setting should I put it on for you, baby?” he teases, “I think we’ll start nice and slow.”

You whimper as you hear the device start and watch as he pushes it inside you. Aemond lied. He absolutely did not start nice and slow. The setting is already quite intense and you let out a strangled gasp as he watches you, grinning to himself.

“Why don’t you take that tank top off for me, baby?” Aemond coos, leaning over you once more, “Let me see those pretty tits, huh?” You barely manage to sit up and toss your shirt aside, Aemond’s eye going wide with delight at what he sees, “Oh, now this is interesting,” he murmurs.

You know he’s talking about your nipple piercings, the thought of getting so excited over them making you all the more on edge. And that stupid fucking vibe is still whirring away inside you, driving you closer and closer to the edge. You look up at Aemond as his mouth descends on one of your nipples, making you let out a mewl of his name. His tongue moves against your sensitive skin, mouthing at you greedily while you struggle to maintain your sanity as you feel yourself reaching your climax. But Aemond is nowhere near done with you as he increases the setting, making you stare at him in surprise as he continues mouthing at your tits.

“Aemond-”

“No,” he shakes his head, mouth pulling off of you with a lewd pop, his lips twisting into a smirk, “Try again, baby.”

You realize what it is he wants you to call him and you decide to give him what it is he wants, “Daddy, please-”

He chuckles darkly, ignoring your pleas and increasing the setting even more, bringing you over the edge again. All you can do is writhe against your bed, lost in the haze of pleasure you’re in. But, Aemond still isn’t satisfied and so, leaves the small device inside you before moving his face between your thighs, mouthing at your clit in tandem with the vibrator’s ministrations. You  try to close your legs, try to squirm away, overwhelmed by the sensation, but Aemond simply moves his arms to hold your thighs open as he continues licking and sucking at the sensitive nub.

“Daddy, it’s too much,” you know you sound like a crybaby as you buck your hips against him, a few stray tears spilling from your eyes at how good he’s making you feel, “i…”

Aemond pulls the vibe out and replaces it with his tongue almost immediately, making your hands fly into his hair as he nuzzles his nose against your clit. You scrunch your eyes shut, mouth forming an o as you moan out, spilling yourself on his tongue. Aemond looks up at you, smirking as the evidence of your arousal coats his chin.

“You look so pretty when you cry,” he rasps as he moves to kiss you, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue, “Beg me to fuck you, baby.”

“Please fuck me?”

You gasp when he lands a slap right on your aching, oversensitized core. You look up at him and he finds your confusion to be entirely adorable as he gives you another slap.

“You can beg me better than that, baby,” he purrs in your ear, “Come on, beg for Daddy to fill you up with his cock.”

“Please, Daddy,” you murmur, gazing at him, your hand moving to pull him closer by his chain, “Please fuck me. I need you so bad. Need you to fuck me, need your cock.”

Aemond readily obliges. He sits up to take off his shirt, tossing it aside and then quickly rids himself of his pants. Your mouth nearly waters at the sight of his length, the tip an angry red and already weeping with precum. He grins, giving his cock one long stroke before pushing inside you. He lets out a low moan, whispering hoarsely in your ear that your cunt feels so good, squeezing around him like a vice, so warm and wet just for him. You’ve never had anyone as big as him before so when he begins snapping his hips against yours, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust, all you can do is lay back with your lips parted as he rails you into the mattress.

“Who’s making you feel this good?” he growls into your ear, hand moving up to grip your throat, squeezing ever so slightly, making you whimper, “Come on, baby, use your words.”

“You are, Daddy,” you sob as he watches you with amusement, “You’re so big, feels like you’re splitting me open.”

“This what you want, baby?” he taunts, “Me to split you open on my cock? Such a filthy little thing you are, getting fucked by your stepfather. Are you my naughty little girl? Hm?”

“Yes,” you gasp as he pushes your knees up to your chest, folding you in half, hitting you at an even deeper angle, “Oh my god…”

He presses his lips to yours again, his hips slowing as he reaches his own peak, moving one of his hands between the two of you, rubbing at your clit to help you along as he demands, “Come on, be a good girl for Daddy. Soak my cock, yeah?” 

You soak his cock with your arousal, squeezing around him impossibly tight, triggering his own release. He pulls out and cums all over your pussy, making you mewl at the feeling.

The two of you lay like that for a moment before Aemond speaks, his voice a low whisper in your ear, “Don’t worry, baby. We have the house to ourselves all weekend long. Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.”

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond x you #aemond fic #aemond x fem!reader #aemond targaryen x y/n #modern!aemond #modern!aemond x reader #modern!aemond targaryen #modern!aemond targaryen x reader #modern!aemond targaryen x you #modern!aemond x you #prince aemond #prince aemond targaryen #prince aemond x reader #hotd fic #hotd x reader #house of the dragon fic #hotd #house of the dragon x you #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon #my writing #stepcest #aemond oneshot #modern!aemond oneshot

[gyupinkys]

BOSS YOU AROUND

Mingyu x afab reader

WC: 3.7K

WARNINGS: GUN PLAY, VIOLENCE, THREATS, DUBCON?, KIDNAPPING, throat fucking , unprotected sex, heavy degradation, spanking, swtich mingyu, switch reader, creampie, mingyu says some wild shit towards the end 🤷‍♀️

Mingyu is officially sick and tired of being the muscle man. It's not even his specialty, he's supposed to work with Jihoon and Wonwoo in tech, but alas he’s always called to do the dirty work.  He’s just too fucking nice and he can’t stand to hurt people. He just tells himself it’s what he gets for being 6’2 and built like a brick wall. As he slams the security guard to your building’s head into the wall he’s rethinking his life choices. The guard finally faints and he goes upstairs with Jun to your front door. He rings your doorbell so as to not disturb you too much at this hour. 

“Who is it?” your voice rings out.

“UPS” Mingyu says with a giggle, making Jun laugh along with him.

On the other side of the door you grow suspicious. You’re definitely not getting a package past midnight…

You creep to the door and look out the peephole to be greeted with two men you’ve never seen before.

“Y/N, I know you’re there” the dark haired one taunts making your breath catch.

You back away from the door trying to remain quiet when you hear one of them say “I’m tired of waiting” quickly followed by heavy kicks to your door.

What the fuck is happening? You’re not going to sit here and let two strangers break into your fucking apartment. You turn around and run to your window, trying to leave through the fire escape. As you get your window open your front door flies open and the two men walk inside nonchalantly. Your eyes widen as you duck through the window, running down the flights. You hear heavy boots stomping behind you, but you don’t turn around. You’re on your final flight when your feet leave the ground, being lifted off the floor by the back of your shirt. You kick and scream, trying to get him off you but he wraps a large hand around your throat. 

“Don’t be like that, bunny.” 

You turn to face the man and your eyes widen. Woah. If this is the man kidnapping you you’re going down without a fight. 

“And who are you?” you ask with a seductive twang.

“Are you flirting with me right now?”

“Well, you did sweep me off my feet” you shrug.

He gives you a blank stare before nodding to someone behind you. You feel a sharp prick in your neck making you gasp.

“You asshole you didn’t need to sedate me!” you speak as you begin to feel weak.

“Better safe than sorry.” he smirks.

You muster up the last of your strength to kick him right in the balls watching him crumble as he drops you to the floor and you succumb to the darkness.

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“Will you stop looking at me?” Mingyu grits out, throwing his head against the wall.

“In order for you to know I’m looking at you, you have to be looking at me.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Come make me, Daddy.” you smile widely at the man standing across from you.

“I will come there and shoot you in the head if you keep this up.”

“If you were gonna kill me you would've done it already.”

“That's not true, we need something from you.”

“And I need something from you, Mingyu.”

“What?”

“I’d guess it's about eight inches, thick, probably a little veiny.”

He walks up to you and leans over your body tied to a metal chair. “You want my cock, baby?”

“I mean I wouldn't say no.” you smirk.

“You don’t even know me. Are you that much of a slut?”

“For a guy like you? Absolutely.”

He quietly chuckles and backs up, turning and walking straight out the room and leaving you alone again. He’s been doing this the entire time you’ve been here. You couldn't actually tell how long they’ve had you here and to be honest you’re not quite sure why. You’re shocked you’re not freaking out, normally you’d be crying and throwing up but maybe the fact they have not harmed you is making you a little calmer. That and Mingyu who constantly visits you but does nothing but complain to you. You’re starting to think he brought you here so he wouldn't have to pay for a therapist. 

He comes back into the room with a man you’ve never seen before.

“If all your friends are hot, I'll just stay here forever.” you say, mesmerized by the man with the glasses standing next to Mingyu.

“You weren’t joking.” glasses says under his breath, walking back out the door. 

Mingyu walks up to you and unties your binds. “Are you not scared that I'll murder you?” you ask, slightly offended. 

One second you're looking up at him and the next you're trapped against the wall with his hand tightly wrapped around your neck.

“Are you forgetting I fucking kidnapped you?” he spits. “This isn't shits and giggles. You’re not leaving this place alive, so if I were you I’d stop taunting your captor.”

That sends you straight back to earth, You feel like everything hits you at once, your fears and worries from before welling up. Tears gather in your eyes as he begins to drag you through the basement, bringing you up a set of stairs into a large warehouse. He shoves you into a chair but you’re struggling to catch your breath, feeling a panic attack on the way. He’s right, you don’t know him, he kidnapped you, he fucking drugged you. You grip the fabric of your pants, trying to ground yourself as you whimper out of frustration.

You faintly hear someone enter the room but you remain focused on trying not to completely break down right now. 

“Shut that bitch up before I give her something to cry about” someone speaks, making you cry even harder.

Someone softly grabs your chin and tilts your head up. Through teary eyes you see Mingyu squatted in front of you.

“Listen, now is not the time for this. These guys are not as nice as me, they’ll actually hurt you. I need you to put on a brave face for me, ok? Don’t let them think you’re weak.” He wipes your tears from your eyes and smooths your hair. “Just take a deep breath. Pretend like you’re talking to me.” he smiles, making you calm down enough to catch your breath. 

“Mingyu! Enough babying get the fuck out my way.”

You watch him sigh but get up, walking to the back of the room and leaning against the wall.

A tall man approaches you with a condescending smile. “Hello, Y/N.”

“Who are you?” 

“I’ll be asking the questions here.” he says with a harsh tug to your hair. 

“You haven’t asked a question.” 

His eyes widen but he wipes the smirk off your face with a punch straight to your jaw. Holy fucking shit. If he wanted you to stop crying that's definitely not happening now. You let out a sound between a groan and a whimper, dropping your head. He grabs your hair harshly and yanks your head back. 

“Where the fuck is San?”

Your eyes widen. San? 

“I haven’t seen him in like 6 months.”

“If you lie to me again I’ll just kill you.”

“I’m not lying! He left for London 6 months ago, I haven’t seen him since.”

“London? What business does he have in London?”

“I don’t know” you cry, scared he wouldn't like your answer. 

He beckons over one of his henchmen and speaks to them before standing up. 

“Pleasure doing business with you.” he smiles and you breathe a sigh of relief. 

“Jun, kill this bitch.” he says and begins to walk away. Your eyes widen and you stand up to run only to be shoved back down by who you’re assuming to be Jun. You begin to cry more, feeling helpless. You don’t understand what’s going on and all you can do is sit here and fucking cry. 

“Wait.” Mingyu says a bit too loudly to sound natural. He clears his throat, “At least let me have my way with her first, it’ll be a shame to let that pussy go to waste.” 

Your heart stops. As if this can’t get any worse. 

The man looks at him oddly. “Didn’t know you’d be into that but go ahead.” he says and walks out, his entourage following until it's just you and Mingyu. He starts to walk towards you but you scurry towards the door. You attempt to open it, but there's a code on the lock. You don't even hear him approach you until he has you caged in his arms. “Y/N turn around.” 

“Mingyu please don’t.”

“Do you think I’m actually gonna assault you? I know we don’t know eachother but I’d think you would think of me better than that.”

“You said it yourself, I don’t know you.” you whisper. 

“There's cameras in here you need to act scared.” 

“Well I am scared.”

“Jesus christ Y/N, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m tryna get you out of here alive.” he whispers. 

He unlocks the door and begins to drag you out of the room, but you pretend to fight back.

He grabs your throat, but doesn’t squeeze. “Stop fucking fighting me.” he growls, flashing you a sheepish smile after. 

What is up with this guy? Is this fucking funny to him?

He drags you up a flight of stairs and outside. 

“Ok, I'm going to pretend to trip and you run to the black range rover by the tree. There's keys in the passenger cup holder.”

“That's a bad place to keep your keys.” 

He gives you a tight smile. “Would you rather I let Jun kill you?”

He has a point. 

“Ok, bye.”

“No thank you kiss?” he pouts. 

“I’ll kick you in the balls again.” 

He puts his hands up in surrender. 

You run to the car and drive away, watching him disappear through the rear view mirror. 

~~~~~

2 months later 

You hear two loud knocks at your door. “UPS”

Your heart stops. You tiptoe to your kitchen cabinet pulling out the gun you bought for moments like this. Two more knocks sound and you hesitantly walk to the door, peaking through your peephole. 

Oh. It is actually a UPS worker. You open your door and sign for your package. You look down your hallway when you see movement and see someone peeking around the corner but quickly pulling back when you look in that direction. 

“Mingyu I know that's you.” you say with a sigh. 

You hear a thud followed by a “Damn it.” 

He walks around the corner with a pout. 

“Why are you here?” 

“What? You didn't want to see me?” he says, sounding offended.

“Mingyu you fucking kidnapped me.” you deadpan.

“Ok but I also saved you so you gotta give me some credit.”

“Ok fine.”

He stands in front of your door and stares at you without speaking. 

“Why are you here?” you sigh. 

“Oh, I came to kidnap you again. They didn't like that I let you go.”

Your eyes widen and you slam the door shut. “C’mon Y/N I’m fucking joking.” you hear through the other side of the door. You take a deep breath, trying to remain calm. You open the door and he invites himself in, taking a seat on your couch. 

“Lovely set up you have here.” 

“Get to the point.” you say a little too hostile for his liking. 

“I don’t know. You were on my mind so I came to see how you were doing.”

You slit your eyes at him. There's no way he thinks this normal. 

“I don’t believe you” 

He looks at you with a pout. “It's true I just wanted to see how you were doing.” he whispers. 

You laugh. This guy isn't real. You walk up to him and ruffle his hair. “Mingyu you’re really not what you seem.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“This big beefy man is just a pouty little princess.”

“That's not true.” he whines.

“Mingyu you’re literally pouting right now.”

He immediately fixes his face and stands up, making you stumble backwards. He catches you by your waist and sets you upright before starting to rant at a pace you couldn't keep up with. 

“Ok,you got me. I’m here because i’m so god damn horny and all I could think about was you saying all this nasty shit about what you wanted to do to me but I didnt wanna come and make you think I was just using you for some quick fuck because I’m not but I guess I am and I know you’re probably traumatized so the last thing on your mind is sex but fucking hell I can’t even cum without thinking of you so I had to come but I don’t know what-”

“Holy shit, Shut up.”

He looks at you with wide eyes but shuts up, sitting back down. 

“Mingyu, tell me what you want from me.”

He groans and mumbles out “I want you to fuck me.”

You laugh. “You’re fucking pathetic. You could get any girl you want yet you're beating your dick to me? The girl you fucking kidnapped? The girl who wants nothing to do with you?” 

He remains silent looking at you with wide eyes. “Mingyu, do you like when people are mean to you? Is that it? You want me to take all my anger out on you? Fuck you until you can’t make a single thought in that pretty little head of yours?”

His breathing picks up, making you smile. “You like this? You like when women degrade you? Who would've thought.”

“Please.”

“Begging already? What do you want me to do to you?”

“Whatever you want I’ll take it all I swear.” he throws his head back on the couch. “You can do whatever you want to me and I’ll be good for you.”

“You promise?” 

“Yes, I promise! I just want to feel you.”

You can’t believe this six foot something bean pole is sitting here begging for you. Your ego is through the roof.

You run a hand down his chest, his breathing picking up. He looks at you with hooded eyes. 

“I like my men quiet and submissive. Can you do that for me? Keep these perfect lips shut?” you say, tracing the outline of his lips. He nods furiously, making you giggle. 

“Oh, Mingyu. What am I going to do with you?”

You straddle him and pull him into a deep kiss, his moans turning you on more. You harshly grind your hips down on him, feeling his hard length. 

“You really like this don’t you?” you whisper in his ear, dragging your hands down the hardness of his body. He’s sculpted like a god, every ridge and curve as toned as the last. He nods, hands flying to your waist to grind you harder onto his length.

“You should've heard what was running through my mind the first time I saw you. I was thinking I’d let you do anything you wanted to me, I would have taken it however you wanted me to, no complaints. You could’ve bent me over my couch and fucked me right then and there and I would’ve got on my knees and thanked you” 

He groans, burying his face into your neck. “Will you fuck me the way I want? Nice and deep? I want it so bad, Gyu.” you whisper.

Before you know it your back hits the couch and he’s hovering above you, trapping your hands above your head. 

“I think you’re forgetting who's in charge here. I came to fuck this tight little pussy not to be bossed around.”

“Yet you let me boss you around so easily.” you smirk.

“It’ll be hard to make orders when you're gagging on my cock.”

“As if.”

He grabs you by your neck and drags you to the nearest wall pressing you against it. 

“If you want me to fuck you like a slut then I’ll fuck you like a slut.”

He shoves you to your knees and traps your body between his and the wall, shoving his pants down enough to pull out his cock and spitting on his length. 

“Open up.”

You look up at him with a defiant look, refusing to listen. “If we have to be like that, so be it.”

He pulls a black gun out of his pocket, pressing it to your temple and cocking it.

“Open your fucking mouth, slut.”

Your eyes widen and you open your mouth.

“That's what I like to see.” he smirks. He rubs his tip on your lips, smearing his precum as if it was lipgloss. You hate to admit it but you’re beyond turned on, his dominance making you clench your legs together tightly. 

“Pretty.” he whispers before slowly sliding his length into your mouth. “Just be a good toy and take it.”

He begins thrusting into your mouth, pressing your head to the wall by your hair so you can do nothing but take it. 

“Fucking hell, your throat is so tight. I should use it all night hmm? Cum as many times as I want and force you to swallow it. I think I’ll just leave you high and dry.”

You groan in annoyance, making him speed up his thrust. “Unh, unh we can’t have that. I want you so cockdrunk you can’t even breathe, let alone think.”

He drives his dick down your throat, moaning at the sound of your gagging and the tears flowing down your cheeks. You can barely take him, his dick just as big as you thought it would be. “Just like that, Baby.” he groans, pushing as deep as he can and holding it until you begin to get light headed. He pulls out and gives you a second to catch your breath. 

“Bend over the couch.”

You stumble up to your feet and walk back to the couch and bend over the arm, bracing yourself for whatever he was coming. He walks behind you and harshly spanks your ass. 

“How wet is this pussy?” he asks and rubs you over your shorts. 

You whine in response, your pride damaged. He slowly drags your pants and panties down, groaning at the sight. 

“Fucking hell. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone get this wet. You really enjoy being treated like a fucking whore, don’t you?”

“Fuck you.”

He lets a glob of spit drip from his mouth to your cunt, rubbing it through your folds. 

“You're wet enough for me to slide right in, I’m sure sluts like you aren’t used to getting  any prep right? Always ready to take whatever cock you can get.” 

He slides two fingers into you, thrusting in and out, trying to work you open despite his words. 

“Pussys so tight, baby. I know the perfect way to stretch this shit out.”

You feel something cold and hard press against your clit and run through your folds. No fucking way. 

“This’ll do a nice job,” he whispers. He presses your chest into the couch and slides the tip of the gun into you, watching you stretch open around it. He thrusts it in and out, watching your wetness gather on the base. It’s somehow making you feel good, the fear making you leak down your thighs. 

“Can’t wait to fuck you open on my cock. 

He pulls the gun out and taps his cock on your hole, teasing you. 

“Beg”

“No.”

He digs his gun into your side. “You’re in no position to say no. Do you not want to cum?”

You groan. “Please fuck me, Mingyu.”

“Hmm, I don’t think so.”

The fuck?

“What.”

“Tell me why I should fuck you. You need it don’t you?”

“Yes, I need it-” Before you can finish your sentence he forces the gun down your throat making you freeze. 

“On second thought,  I don't want to hear you.” 

He pushes just his tip, relishing in your warmth. “If you don’t start listening i’ll finish the job, cum in you and then fucking kill you. Is that what you want? The cops to find you with my cum leaking out of you?”

Jesus fucking christ, if he keeps talking you’ll actually cum untouched. You moan around the gun, pushing your hips into him. 

“That's what I like to see.” he groans and slides in completely, quickly picking up a steady pace and pounding you into the couch. 

You whine and groan around the gun, unable to move due to his grip on you. His cock feels heavenly, hitting all the right spots and fitting in you perfectly. This is exactly what you wanted him to do to you the moment you saw him.

He suddenly pulls the gun out and throws it to the floor carelessly. When a loud bang sounds when the gun collides with the wall you both freeze. A bullet hole in your wall is staring at you along with the realization someone is bound to call the police. 

“We got three minutes, tops. Think you can cum by then?” he laughs, resuming his thrusts.

“Fuck yea, don’t stop.”

He lifts your hips and hits deeper, making your toes curl. You swear he’s in your stomach with how deep he’s going, and his whines and moans do nothing but spur you on. 

 “Rub that sweet pussy for me I wanna feel you cum around me.”

You sneak a hand to your clit and rub harsh circles, chasing your high as you hear sirens approaching. With one particularly hard thrust you're gone, creaming around his cock. He takes this as a sign to let go, cumming deep into your spent pussy. 

“Keep it all in there for me, Ok? They're gonna need some evidence when they question you.”

He pulls you in for a kiss as he pulls up his pants. “We should do this again.” he says with a cheeky smirk as loud bangs sound from your door. 

“I’ll think about it.” you smile as he climbs through your fire escape. 

“I’ll see you soon.” he smirks and clubs down, slipping into a black range rover and driving off. 

You rush to open your door, being met by officers with their guns drawn. You decide to give Mingyu a hard time, easily fitting into the role of the distressed woman. 

“He just left through the fire escape.” you say with a dramatic whimper, laughing on the inside about the night Mingyu’s about to have.

#seventeen smut #svt smut #mingyu smut #kim mingyu smut #mingyu fanfic #kpop mafia au

[jarofstyles]

JAROFSTYLES FICTOBER DAY 8- Scream

FICTOBER Prompts/Masterlist

Patreon

Warnings- angelsxdemon, mention of god, blasphemy tbh, smut

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“That isn’t the type of scream I’m used to…” The dark eyed demon smirked down at the angel, sweat spattering her littering skin. Her chest heaved as she looked up at the dark eyed creature with a glare, but it was hard to focus on the comment. 

It was hard to focus on anything when she had the best cock inside of her, hitting every spot that she didn’t know needed to be hit.

She would be exiled, if they knew. Her wings would be taken, and she would be stuck at heaven’s gate doing intake, but somehow her feud with a demon who also frequented her area of earth had blown into a full blown sexual affair. 

“B-Be quiet and keep doing that.” She huffed, her light voice falling into a mewl as he did just that. 

No sex had ever been such a temptation. She understood now, why people sometimes lusted after these creatures. Her complete opposite, dark minded and murky to her light and airy, and yet she found herself in this position. They quite literally fed off of sin, and the clouds knew that this was one of the most sinful activities she had even partaken in. It was another question she had for the big man up in the sky. 

If it was so bad, forbidden to the highest degree, then why did it feel so good?

Her toes curled as the strokes of his thick cock sent zaps of pleasure into her belly and her heels dragged down the backs of his thighs, trying to tug him deeper as she felt his sweat dripping onto her chest. Deep pink, wet lips had sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, making her whimpering continue as he hit into her with precision. Like it was a prearranged strategy to know her body’s most sensitive places, a roadmap to making her cum. 

His length filled her perfectly. The sounds of it slipping in and out of her sopping hole was audible in her room, sure she was making a mess of her bed. It would be a humiliating reminder when he inevitably left her and she woke the next morning to find evidence of their salacious activities, but one that would most definitely leave her cunt aching for more. 

“Who said you can give demands, little Angel?” The demon cooed. “Who says… I want to hear anything but my name and you begging for my cum leaving that holy little mouth?” Sharp teeth brushed her jaw, a deepy chuckle leaving his lips as he nipped the skin and slid a hand around her throat, pinning her down on the bed. His hips continued their thorough thrusts, the evil smirk on her face making her squeal. 

“No, no. That’s what I want to hear. God’s little servant, such a shame. A pussy like this should be working for my side.” He crooned, the filth and blasphemy leaving his tongue like a silk ribbon tied package.  She should pull away, leave, report her sins, but she didn’t want to fight the inevitable pleasure. His words were offensive and dirty and she couldn’t stop herself from clenching around him.  “Yeah…” He moaned, looking down at her cunt being spread by him. It was soaked, a ring of cream settling on the base of his cock before sliding down to his overly full balls. “It would be put to such good use in hell. Y’could come party with me… Play my funny little tricks… Let me fuck you where everyone could hear. I think you’d like that.” 

Y/N didn’t know why it sounded appealing when it was absolutely not something she had even allowed herself to think of, but she knew. She knew it was something that was  going to stay with her and haunt her. The feel of his cock filling her like it was perfectly curved to cater to her, the sound of his taunts, his nails digging into her thighs. It would be a recurring nightmare that would make her reach between her thighs when she woke up in a sweat. 

“N-No..” Her eyes closed and her mouth opened in pleasure as he began to move a bit harder inside of her, well aware her words were lies but having to try one last time to save herself. Why did they forbid sex when it felt like euphoria? Why was this going to be a punishment if anyone found out? How could they blame her for indulging in someone who knew what she needed and to find a release she didn’t know was full? 

“Yes.” He replied, squeezing slightly over her throat. “No angel should have such a tight, weepy little cunt. Dripping all over my fat cock, making a mess of my balls. Think you’ll clean them up for me after I empty them into this perfect little angel cunt.” Pursing his lips, he spit down on where they connected and made her squeak in disgust- but he could feel what it did to her. “It’s too late to pretend. I’ve corrupted your soul, sweet Angel. You’re so gone for it.. Gonna lick yourself off of me and get me hard again so I can take all of my one promised night….” He thumbed over her clit with his other hand, watching her back arch off the bed. “Mhm… I’m going to haunt you, darling.” His eyes were completely black, brows furrowed as his face controrted with rapture. He’d never find another pussy quite like this, and he wanted to be the only one to own it. Perhaps it would take time, but he as going to be the one who kept her. “ But I’ll be here to quell that ache that I’ll leave behind. All you’ve got to do is beg.”

#fictober23 #jarofstyles fictober #jarofstyles fictober 23 #demon harry styles #demon Harry #angel reader #angel y/n #demon x angel #demon Harry x angel yn #jarofstyles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfic #harry styles smut #harry writing #harry styles imagine #harry drabble #harry styles blurb #harry styles writing #Harry smut #Harry fluff #Harry angst #Harry styles fluff #Harry styles angst

[marshmallow-rainbow139]

Things Anne has said since becoming Batmom (In no specific order) - Part 1

"Why is your costume so colorful? You look like a traffic light."

"Richard, get off the chandelier."

"Jason, no guns at the dinner table."

"Timothy, stop hacking your brother's bank account."

"Cassandra, stop sneaking behind me, or I'm going to put a bell on you as if you were a cat."

"Damian, stop pushing Jon; he'll fly when he feels ready."

"Who got stabbed?"

"Which bone is broken?"

"Don't make me go there and scold you in front of the entire Justice League!"

"Stop taunting your brother!"

"Stop fighting your brother!"

"Stop trying to stab your brother!"

"Damian, I don't care; you know how to drive! You're a minor; it's illegal! Do you want me to go to jail for child endangerment?"

"Richard, I feel like I've aged a full decade in your first year as Robin!"

"Every gray hair in my head is because of y'all."

"Why are you entering through the window? Our doors work fine! Why are you sneaking in? This is your home, not the white house!"

"Why is Batcow in the living room?"

"Hide your costumes; we have non-superhero visitors coming soon!"

"Who's Beast Boy? Oh, the green kid that can turn into an animal! Sure, he can spend the night. If his mentor is alright with it."

"I don't care Poison Ivy is at large; you're going to stay here and study."

"Just because you're the leader of a superhero team doesn't mean you can give your mother attitude, Mister!"

"Your domino mask is still on your face."

"You went to what planet?"

"Is that blood or ketchup on your clothes?"

"Which headquarters did your father say he was going to? The one in Washington? Or the one in space?"

"Boys, come check if this is a bomb or a regular package. I don't know the difference anymore."

#batman #batfamily #batmom #Anne Wayne #bruce wayne x oc #oc

[beangfrisky]

MEETING YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME

atsumu x reader

today could not possibly have gone any worse. a film producer should reach out because the amount of unbelievable events that happen to you on days like today need to be recorded.

first, it was the classic flat tire which made you late on your way to your big interview. next, your coffee got spilled on your favorite white button down blouse. and frankly it was all downhill after that.

which leads us to why you are currently standing in a grocery store aisle at 9pm scouring for your favorite snack. you have earned this damned treat and you are determined to find it. unfortunately, it looks like your grocery store reorganized so everything is out of place.

after skimming the shelves for about five minutes, the familiar blue packaging pops into view. except it’s attached to a hand that’s currently placing it into a basket.

you scurry over trying not to seem as desperate as you feel right now. “excuse me, where did you get those cookie crisps?” the panic in your voice is clear.

when your eyes rise to question the person in front of you, you freeze. he’s hot. as in his face belongs on the cover of a magazine hot.

his lips turn up into a smirk at your staring. and as if this day couldn’t get any worse, he turns to point to an empty shelf in the corner.

“i’m pretty sure these were the last ones.” he says so casually, as if this was not the bit of sanity left you were clinging onto. you grip his arm with both hands prepared to get down on your knees and beg.

“listen here buddy, i really really need those cookies. what will it take for you to hand them over.” his eyebrows raise in shock. clearly he wasn’t expecting to run into an insane person on his grocery run, but your day hasn’t exactly gone to plan either.

he glances down in his basket and chuckles at your desperation over a snack. his biceps flex while your eyes travel over the hot stranger in front of you. at least you get some eye candy to top off your bad day.

“i’ll share them with ya.” he decides. you’re caught in a staring contest as your brain tries to comprehend how you got stuck in this position.

any other day you would have given up and walked home, but this was a matter of principal.

“no, i won’t share. these cookie crisps are mine, i have earned them so please do what’s right and hand them over. trust me, you don’t want to see what happens next if i don’t have a cookie in my mouth within two minutes,” you’re talking at the speed of light and don’t care how deranged you sound.

he looks amused and shakes the packet in front of you to taunt you, “well if you need them so bad i guess you’ll have to settle for sharing. unless you don’t want any at all.”

he struts down the grocery store aisle and you have no choice but to trail behind him. considering your options, you decide following this stranger is probably better than losing yet another battle today.

after catching him glancing several times while checking out, he finally finishes and pays. after a few steps out of the door he opens the package and hands you a cookie. “don’t want to test you, i’m not in the mood to be murdered tonight.”

the cookie is eaten and gone before he can even finish his sentence. your hands grab for the package while he raises it above his head, making you reach up on your tippy toes.

“are you going to jump for it?” he teases. after a day like this, violence is not out of the question. never in your life have you contemplated hitting someone because of sweets.

he sees you pause and decides to head to his car before you get any bright ideas. the passenger door is held open for you to get in. honestly, being murdered doesn’t sound so bad after everything else you’ve dealt with today so you sit down quickly.

after he slides in the drivers side, he hands you the package of cookies before grabbing one himself. “so what’s your name?”

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[ravixen]

Hii Im the things you find cute reaction anon. Sorry!! I counted the members wrong and thought only four were left :( could you make: scoups, jeonghan, seungkwan and jihoon? Thank you :)

svt + simple things you find cute (pt 3)

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➔ warnings: alcohol in seungcheol's || 709 words ➔ notes: fluff ; thanks for responding so quickly! honestly, the navigation is so long and hard to read. i might change the layout for the 2023 masterlist so that it's easier to find things. thanks for requesting! this one is a little different from the rest, but i hope you like it all the same :)

SEUNGCHEOL - hands on you during conversations: "what? i can't hear you!" you yell, waving a hand around your ears. with the pulsating music, strobing lights, and writhing bodies, the middle of a dance floor isn't the best place to talk, but seungcheol seems determined to tell you something. he curls a hand around the back of your neck and pulls you close, mouth against your ear as he asks if you want to take a break because the others are pausing for shots. you nod and let him lead you by the hand towards the private corner where mingyu already has glasses ready for everyone. jeonghan gestures to the empty space next to him, and seungcheol puts an arm around his friend's waist, leaning in to hear jeonghan's ramblings. something about judging a dance battle between seokmin and seungkwan happening later — even though you're far from the speakers, it's still hard to hear everyone. it's cute how furrowed seungcheol's brows are as he concentrates on hearing what everyone has to say to him.

JEONGHAN - plays with slime: (my notes say gose 2021 ep 14) there's a new package in the mail — your address but jeonghan's name. when you text him about it, he calls you immediately, telling you not to open it and that he's on the way. "it's a surprise for both of us," he replies cheekily once you ask what it is. of the things you thought it could be, slime was not on your list at all, but he tears the box open and produces four different colors of slime and lets you take your pick. he clears your coffee table and sits on the ground, knee bumping against yours, as he gets ready to do an unboxing video for his fans. you know the trend where it's like tell me your boyfriend won't cheat on you without telling me your boyfriend won't cheat on you? literally him because he's strangely excited about playing with slime and checking in on you, asking for your opinion on the color and texture and everything he can fill the air with.

JIHOON - this shit talks while you game: i keep making y/n a gamer, (sorry for the self insert), but jihoon is such a trash talker and genuinely enjoys teasing others even when he's not even playing. you're competing against joshua, seokmin, and mingyu in smash bros because they thought 3am on a friday was a good time for a tournament. jihoon sits next to you, arm curled around your back, but he leans to the side to taunt his friends. it's honestly a little distracting since he's right next to you, but whenever you knock them into the air, he gives a happy squeal and laugh, giving you a congratulatory squeeze. try as you might, you can't get mad at that. a smile tugs at your lips as you glance over and see his eyes scrunched in delight. once you win, he probably gloats in the others' faces, only quieting down and brushing things off when joshua tells you to hand the controller over to jihoon — see how bratty he is when he gets his ass wiped.

SEUNGKWAN - whines when scared: honestly, the most baby of the maknae line. he acts confident and exasperated all the time, but the baby voice slips out at the slightest provocation and you know this. so why are you hiding behind the stack of practice room mats with mingyu and soonyoung, stifling giggles with your fists and shushing each other? a jittery silence falls over the three of you as seungkwan shuffles in and pauses at the pitch black. "...hello?" he calls out hesitantly. already, there's a hint of a pout in his tone. he clutches his phone to his chest, shuffling towards the light switch. "mingyu...?" no one answers. seokmin readies his own phone to blast music on the bluetooth speakers as soon as the lights turn on. "tsk, can't believe it. how is that guy going to call me out here and not even show — oh my GOD." he startles, arms raised to block something, and when he sees the culprits, his pout settles in for real. you're biting back a smile and the urge to call him cute.

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[reareaotaku]

You're an Idiot

Summary: Eddie realizes he's inlove with an idiot Pairings: Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader Tw: Slight Angst, Slight Jealousy

He doesn't know when he came to the conclusion that you were an idiot, but it must have been all the little things adding up. The first incident was a few months ago.

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The group was at a party, buying stuff to celebrate New Years. You, Eddie, and Richie were looking at party hats and noisemakers. The last thing the party needed was noisemakers, which is what Eddie and Richie were arguing about.

"I don't want to have my fucking eardrums blown out by those stupid things," Eddie says, taking the noise makers out of your hands.

"Oh, you're such a wet fucking blanket, Eddie," Richie rolls his eyes, snatching the noisemakers back and giving them to you.

"You guys New Years Revolution should be to stop arguing with each other," You offhandly remark, causing them both to stop and stare at you.

"Revolution? Do you mean RESolution?" Richie mocks you, causing you to blush. "God, that's so funny. You're such a stupid bitch."

"Leave her alone, you asshole."

"Aww, does this princess need her knight in shinning armor to save her?" He makes a clicking noise as he taunts you both.

Eddie grabs your hand, dragging you off, leaving Richie there to make a fool of himself.

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Eddie hadn't thought about it much, but then another incident happened less than a week later.

You had been holding a can of Tuna by Chicken of the Sea and you turned to him and said-

"Is this chicken or fish? I know it says Tuna, but it says..... it says Chicken of the Sea?"

In that moment he had questioned every life decision he made. He thought maybe he had misheard you, so he asked you to repeat yourself. Though, you just repeated yourself, making him lightly sigh.

The final straw, when he really had to accept you were the stupidest person on earth.

He was at your house, just the two of you and you wanted a burrito. You put it in the microwave and he watched when you took it out, threw it away and grabbed another burrito.

"Why did you throw it away?"

"It wouldn't heat up."

You had said it like HE was being stupid. His jaw was nearly on the floor. When he finally gathers himself, he decides to question what the hell that meant.

"What do you mean?"

"It was still cold."

"Why didn't you heat it longer?"

"I heated it for the time on the package and it was still cold."

You were so simpleminded and he was actually impressed. He respected you, but not in the way as one respects someone. He just respected you lived this long being so stupid. He couldn't go another day without saying something.

"You're so dumb."

You turned towards him, confused, "What?"

"I love you, like a lot. But, god you are so stupid."

"That is so rude." You were looking at him wide-eyed, as he covered his mouth, trying not to laugh.

"You're so dumb, though. Like don't get me wrong, I DO love you, but come on."

You frowned and didn't speak to him for a solid week.

Fast foward to now, you were sitting across for each other at a cafe. Neither of you were talking, but he was looking at you, wanting to talk to you.

"So..."

You looked up at him, glaring. He could sense your anger and he leaned in, reaching for your hands.

"You know I love you-"

"Oh really? I thought I was an idiot."

"You are-" When he saw your glare sharpen his eyes widened and he coughed into his hand. "I mean.... Sometimes, your light isn't as bright as it could be."

"You're just calling me stupid in a metaphorical way."

"That's not true." He tried to justify, and your head dipped, your face going blank.

"Oh, don't patronize me."

There's a moment of silence as he watches you, trying to think of what he's supposed to say. Finally, he speaks-

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine. Richie's called me worse."

"Well, you and Richie aren't dating and he's just an asshole."

"Thank god," You joke, lightening the mood, "Imagine if we were though." You close your eyes, thinking about it. Though, with your eyes closed, you couldn't see Eddie's glare.

"You like Richie?" He accused, causing you to quickly open your eyes.

"What? No- God, no." You repeatedly shake your head, "I'm just saying, imagine. God, that'd be terrible," You laugh and Eddie finally lightens up.

"Nightmare fuel," He jokes, "I'm sure I'd be mad if you were dating."

"Oh yeah?" You lean on your hand, smirking. "Why would you be mad?"

His eyes follow you, a light smile growing on his face, "I'd be jealous, because that idiot would be dating the most incredible, amazing, pretty-"

"Oh, flattery? You're really trying to win brownie points."

"Is it working?"

"Well, it sure isn't hurting you."

"Then I won't stop."

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[da3dm]

I Can Hear You

Got late night thoughts about how my cats always bother me at night and wondered what a good version of that with Irzayn would be...enjoy!

tw: language (Irza is verrrry unhappy)

Then again, when is he ever happy anyways? Also, Vara's sister makes an appearance for the first time!

Word Count: 1022 (so short lol)

ONESHOT

It was the middle of the night. Two borrowers darted away from a hole they'd hidden behind the typically unused toaster. They were silent as they rushed across the smooth marble countertop and began on their mission--food. The human would be asleep at this time, giving them the perfect opportunity to snatch what they need and be out of there. Well…that would be a lot easier if they were quiet. It didn't take long for the one to dash away from the other, recklessly going in one of the cupboards. Of course, this made the other one upset. “Eva! Get back down here!” He was whisper-yelling at his sister.

And she proceeded to ignore him. She wormed her way through it all, aiming for the sugary sweets that had been newly bought by the human today. “Chill, I'm just gonna take a little bit! You overreact too much.” She tended to push the boundaries of safety fairly often…this also meant her brother had once needed to drag her away from a rat. For some reason she was intent on riding it. This made her brother fully believe she lacked any desire for even the most basic of survival. This was also aggravating.

He shot her a glare with no hesitation. “You do this every night! You're going to wake the human!” She wasn't even trying to hide her voice tonight. He growled in frustration and got his hook out, unable to simply scale items to reach the cupboard like his younger sister.

It was while he was attempting to throw the hook that she reappeared, sidestepping his hook and staring at him. “What’re you worried about? That moody guy has never once noticed us, or maybe he just doesn't care.” She kicked the hook off when he managed to get it latched, sticking her tongue out at him. “And like hell I'm letting you reach me before I finish.” Her smirk taunted him as she vanished back into the cupboard.

He was beyond done with this girl as his hook clattered back down beside him. “Get down. That is enough, get down!” He took a few steps back and looked for a better place to throw his hook, only for a warning shout to echo down to him. Just barely, he managed to scramble away before a package slammed onto the counter, right where he'd just been standing. His heart leapt out of his chest and his eyes shot right up to his sister.

She was peeking down at him, then innocently raised her hands in a shrug while avoiding his eyes. “Oops?”

He shot to his feet. “What are you doing?! Why would you drop the entire package?! We can't get it back up there! You've gone too far this time, get down here!” His glare burned into her while she attempted to scale back down, hanging her head once she was on the counter. She didn't say a word, but did start to rub her arm. He sighed at her and stepped closer to her, raising a hand to set it on her head. “You know better. Leave everything how it is and he might think it just fell out. Let’s go, Eva.” Except when he turned, a chill shot through his body. The human was standing  there as simply a dark, heavy shadow, its sinister eyes gleaming from the lowlight of the darkened kitchen.

0_0

It was the middle of the night. So why did he keep hearing voices?? He just wanted to sleep! Every night, it was like clockwork. He'd go to his room for the night, and hardly ten minutes later, these two annoying voices argued in his house. At first he felt he was imagining it all. It didn't really make sense otherwise, how would there be two people in his home every night with no sign of forced entry? Also, they always spoke with a forced tone, as if they were trying to be quiet but shouting. What shout would be so quiet? So it wasn't like he had any real reason to suspect the voices. He was probably just going insane, which made sense.

Until tonight. A loud bang startled him to be sitting upright and he immediately got out of bed. Alright, enough of this. His mind falling apart can't make things fall over in the other room. His patience only went so far. Therefore, he got to his feet, keeping his steps quiet as he made his way to the door. He stopped to listen. More shouting. “What…why would…get…here!” He muttered under his breath before he finally stepped out and stalk over to the kitchen, stopping in the entrance to scan the room.

Right there. He stared silently at the apparent tiny people on his counter, standing next to his cookies. His expression hardened into a glare…right as they turned to see him standing there. Using their sudden attention, he scowled and began to speak with a forced tone, “I can hear you…EVERY DAMN NIGHT! WOULD YOU JUST GO TO SLEEP AND LEAVE ME ALONE?! I AM BURNING THIS HOUSE DOWN THE NEXT TIME I FALL ASLEEP IN CLASS FROM YOUR IDIOCY!” He truthfully didn't care if he was too loud or too aggressive…he was already tormented enough while awake, he didn't need to get gum in his hair again.

He stomped closer, ignoring how they both cowered away from him even as the shorter one hid the other. Reaching past them, he grabbed the package and waved it in the air at them. “And of all things to take, this? If you're going to steal food, why not get creative and take some of the steaks in the fridge if you can move something like this. Oh yeah, and, leave my cookies alone.” His voice dropped to a growl before he turned away and took the package with him, grumbling, “Why the new strawberry ones, take the chocolate ones, or even the sugar ones, why the expensive strawberry…keeping me awake all night…” He slammed the door shut behind him, hid his cookies, and went to sleep in his now silent house.

The end

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P.S. He didn't even care they were small or in his house, he just cared they were taking his strawberry cookies and keeping him up lol

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[jadewritesficshere]

Walker

Eddie Munson x Reader

So my joints have been hurting more and more recently, and I've noticed a decline in what I can do without taking breaks. It isn't to the point I need a mobility aid yet, but that struggle with my own mortality and insecurity came up and I wrote this little blurb as a way to work through some of that...yea....

Warnings: Reader needs a walker, hurt/comfort, discussion of insecurity

You don't want to look at it. The metallic frame seems to taunt you. If you turn away, the sunlight glints off the bolts holding it together, casting a burst of light into the corner of your vision.

You glare at the inanimate object. A walker. Something you always pictured using when you were old and greying. Not when you were young and in the "prime of your life" as people called it.

You can hear the fall of footsteps and rustling of plastic bags coming from the hallway. You peer through the crack of the door and the frame and spot Eddie, multiple bags in his arms. Eddie uses his hip to open the door, grin widening into a wild smile at you. You can feel your heart pick up speed as you return a small grin.

"Hey," you murmur, sitting up slowly in your bed. Eddie dumps the bags onto your bed with a thud before he presses a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes flutter shut and you can feel the warm exhale of Eddie's breath against your face for a split second before he kisses your forehead again. You feel the press of his lips trail down your nose, pausing at the tip of your nose before he jokingly nips at it with his teeth. Your eyes snap open as you jerk back, but Eddie follows you, pressing his forehead to yours.

You stare into his soft, warm chocolate eyes. "Hi," Eddie mumbles before pressing his lips to yours. Eddie pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes," Got something for you." You tilt your head slightly as Eddie grabs one of the bags. He dumps it out on your lap, doing the same with the rest of the bags.

An assortment of paints and paintbrushes scatter across your bed. A bottle of glitter, thankfully never been opened and still in packaging (a shiver runs down your spine at the thought of glitter all over your bed). There are stickers, glue, stamps, and basically anything you would need for a craft project.

"What's all this for?" You poke at the obviously newly bought glitter," New dnd mini?" "For you!" Eddie waves his hand over the supplies with a flourish. You blink at him, waiting for him to continue. Eddie bounces up and grabs the walker so easily you're almost envious," Thought we could make over this bad boy. Make it look fucking metal."

You take a deep breathe in," And why would we do that?" You can feel Eddie watching you as you cross your arms and look away. You can hear Eddie sigh before hearing his footsteps come closer to the bed. A hand gently lays on your shoulder, slowly going up and rubbing the back of your neck. "I know you hate the walker. Thought that if you made it more personal you'd feel better about it."

You snap your head over at Eddie," I don't want to feel better about it! I don't want to have to use it Eddie! I used to be active, okay maybe not like running a marathon, but I could hike for miles no issue. I wish I had been more active, cause i can't now! Hell, I'm grateful if my joints aren't stiff getting out of bed in the morning. Some days I can get up and be okay, and others I can barely roll over in bed. My body is fucking rioting against me. Using that just proves how weak I am."

You can feel the tears start to form and you clench your jaw, willing them not to fall. You look down, annoyed at yourself but more at your own health. Eddie's fingers slowly massage your neck, tension slowly easing out of it. "Look at me," Eddie commands. Your eyes lock onto his. "When I was recovering, and I used a walker, was it weak?" "You got maimed and almost died dumbass of course not-" "So what makes you think you are for using one?"

A heavy silence fills the air. Eddie inhales before continuing, "I know the situation isn't the same, but follow me here. Was I weak or bad or less then for using a walker? No. Will Wayne become less then or weak for using a cane? Nope. What about Max, think she's weak in her wheelchair?" You shake your head slowly.

"Exactly. This walker? It doesn't make you weak or less then to have one and use it. It's a tool to help make life easier for you. Don't you think we deserve an easier life after the shit we've seen?" Eddie gently cups your face with his other hand," I hate seeing you think less then about yourself, and I know I can't take that all away, but if making over the walker helps I'll do it. Fuck, I'll buy my own and use it if you want. Be the coolest people around using walkers, except for Ms. Miriam."

You let out a chuckle and smile weakly at your boyfriend. "Miriam is pretty cool," you lean your face into his hand, relishing the comfort it brings. "Fuck yeah she is! And so are you. You're still the person I love, an aid isn't going to make me think less of you. Anyone who does think that doesn't deserve to be in your life anyways." Eddie nods before pulling back and flipping both middle fingers off, "They can suck it."

Eddie grows quiet for a second, absently fiddling with his rings," But, if you want me to drop this for now I can. If you want, I'll pack all of this back up and we can do something else. I know it doesn't fix all those thoughts in your head but...I dunno thought it would make things a little easier."

You look at Eddie and then at the supplies on your bed. You hum as you think, looking things over. Eddie sits in silence, a hard thing for him to do, waiting your decision. You inhale, "Want to paint it black?" Eddie's grin is infectious and you can't help smiling back.

It isn't perfect, life rarely is. It may not take away every thought you have, every insecurity or frustration that cuts deep. But it does soothe that ache. And as you and Eddie paint the walker, you can feel a little better.

#You are not less then for having an aid and you are not less then for having a disability #Just because things are turning out different then you thought doesn't make you less then someone else #As I said this is very personal to me right now...grieving the way I thought my life was going to be...and that's okay...it will be okay #Eddie Munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson/reader #Eddie Munson/you #Jade is Talking

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Semantic Error | Jeon Jungkook | Chapter 8

Based off of Semantic Error (bl) by J Soori Summary: Jungkook comes over to your studio to return your notebook...again Pairing: Techie inexperienced fem!reader x Artist fuck boy Jungkook Word Count: 1.4k Warnings: No warnings lol just a flirty Jungkook a/n: I know I said I was going to take a break for a few days... but this chapter was almost done lol hope you guys enjoy it!

"What are you doing here?" I question taking a step back to give myself some more room to breathe. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" Jungkook questions with a tilt of his head, amusement written all over his face. "Not until you tell me why you're here" I reply, crossing my arms in a defensive stance.

"I came here because you forgot your notebook back at my studio. Seems like you're always leaving this behind. Is it because you want me to chase after you so I have to return it to you every time? You could've just told me that you wanted to spend more time with me" he says dangling it in front of me, not letting me get in a word edgewise.  

As soon as I try to reach for it though he moves it back out into the hallway with him. "Jungkook give it back" I demand, done with his games already. "Say please" he taunts with a smirk, clearly enjoying the sport of pissing me off. "Give it back please" I say and put my hand out flat, expecting him to place it in my palm. "Say Jungkook please" he continues, "Jungkook please" I say looking up at him, hopeful this game of his is done. 

"Good girl" he says under his breath, placing the book in my hand while my brain short circuits, him using that as an opportunity to invite himself in. "I like your place, but it could use some color" he says poking and prodding around. "I like for things to be in order and uniform. I don't need the extra distractions that color might bring" I say, following his form with my eyes, him having changed into what seems to be a different red hoodie and black jeans since I had seen him last.

"Don't you ever get tired of wearing red?" I say finally shutting the door, leaving us in a small enclosed space together yet again. "Don't you ever get tired of wearing black?" he questions in return, opening my closet and finding nothing but black. "Don't worry though," he starts, turning towards me after closing it and walking towards me, "it's a good look on you" he finishes, lowering his voice and looking down at me, somehow having backed me into a wall. I look up at him and open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. "What's wrong Pretty? Cat got your tongue?" he says tilting my chin up a bit more. 

I'm suddenly broken out of the spell he's put me under once I hear a knock on my door and I slip out of the position he had put the both of us in immediately to answer it . "Hey Jimin" I say a lot more cheerful than I usually greet someone as a cry for help, taking him by surprise. "Um hi y/n, I got the lightbulbs" he says holding them up but slowly lowering his arm once he finally notices Jungkook leaning up against my wall now facing us with a smug look on his face. 

"Oh hyung, what are you doing here?" Jimin asks looking between the two of us and taking note of how flustered I look. "She forgot her notebook at my studio so I wanted to come over here to return it" he say simply. "What are you doing here?" he asks, now coming closer to the door. "I was helping y/n put her lamp together. She came to the store I work at to grab one and I offered to help her carry it back" he says nodding towards the box and packaging in a pile on the floor. 

"Oh that was really nice of you, but why don't you let me take it from here?" Jungkook says standing right behind me, close enough to place his back against mine. He holds out his hand expectantly and waits for Jimin to give him the box. "Oh um okay, see you guys around" he says almost disheartened after handing it to Jungkook. He exchanging glances with me but I immediately look down, not really sure what I could say in a situation like this. "See you" Jungkook says and closes the door before Jimin even has a chance to walk away. 

"Why did you do that?" I ask turning around and pushing past him to sit down at my desk. "Because I wanted to ask you a question" he says, leaning up against the door. "Okay and? What's your question?" I ask, annoyed that he doesn't just come out and say it. "Would you like to go out to dinner with me?" he questions, this time giving me a somewhat genuine smile. "Why would I want to do that?" I question, turning around and grabbing my laptop out of my bag to turn it on. 

"Hey, I'm talking to you" Jungkook says coming over to stand next to me and closes my laptop gently. "Why should I go to dinner with you?" I ask again, sitting back in my chair, waiting impatiently for him to come up with a good reason. "Because you're hungry?" he offers shrugging his shoulders. "Who said I was hungry?" I say and at that exact moment my stomach decides to growl, calling my bluff. "Looks like that tummy if yours says differently" he says trying to poke it. 

"Stop being weird" I say brushing his hand off and getting up to get a glass of water. "So is that a yes?" he asks trailing after me like some oversized puppy wanting to stay close to his owner. "No, leave me alone" I say and start drinking the glass I just filled. "If you really wanted me to leave you alone then why did you let me kick your little boyfriend out?" he taunts, making me choke on my water, having had it go down the wrong pipe. 

"Jimin is not my boyfriend" I say through coughs, trying to regain my composure. "Okay well then why haven't you kicked me out?" he continues and leans up against the counter next to me. "Because I'm waiting for you to leave. I don't have the energy to throw you out right now" I say and walk over to lay down on my bed, him following close behind. He decides to take a seat on my desk chair, thankfully keeping his distance with the position I've put myself in. 

"Well what if I don't want to leave?" he asks and I stay lying flat on my back not bothering to look at him anymore. "What can I do to make you leave?" I ask him, staring and the ceiling. "Tell me you'll go out to dinner with me and I'll leave" he says, rolling the chair over to me. "And if I don't?" I ask, sitting up on my elbows to face him now that he has come a bit closer. "Then you're not gonna be able to get rid of me tonight Pretty" he says while leaning in closer, almost as if he was going to kiss me. 

I shut my eyes immediately not being able to deal with the increasing proximity between us, hoping he'll go away. I can feel his breath fan my lips and I can tell he's contemplating on what he might do next. I wait there holding my breath, terrified as to what might happen next 'He doesn't know that I kissed him right? Of course he doesn't. He was fast asleep when I had so there's no way' I think to myself, hoping and praying that he doesn't know. 

He nudges his nose against mine a bit and I open my mouth, trying to figure out the first thing I could say to make him stop but before I have the chance he whispers "See you at 8" and nudges his nose against mine one more time. I can feel that he pulls away immediately after and I open my eyes as soon as he does and see him putting on his shoes.

"I-" I start off but no words come out so he decides to jump in. "I'll text you the address Pretty, unless you want me to come get you?" he asks "No!" I say quickly, scared about what he might do next if he were to be at my apartment again. He gives me a soft smirk in response and walks out the door without another word.

'I should've never kissed him' I think to myself, trying to calm down my racing heartbeat. 

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[formula1fanfiction]

Daniel Ricciardo / George Russell

Title: My pretty girl

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo / George Russell

Characters: Daniel Ricciardo, George Russell

Prompt: When Ricciardo heard the rumour about Russell he decided to try this chance // forced feminization. (Warning for Dubious consent)

Danny Ric: Sooo... are the rumours true

Russell George: What rumours?

Danny Ric: That you sleep with people for fun

Russell George: I guess it is, yes :)

Danny Ric: Wow, haHA. I didn't think they would be true.

Danny Ric: So... Can I fuck you then?

Russell George: Yeah.

*

George really wasn't pleased when Dan, pressed a small package into his hands and told him to wear this tonight. Especially when this turned out to be a white lacy bra with a matching thong, but like the good little slut he is, he put it on and headed to Daniel's hotel room with a fake smile on his face.

He had barely had the chance to step foot in the room when Daniel had rugby tackled him to the bed and stripped him down to his lingerie, giving him a shy smile and asked if he was okay with this and of course he said yes because this what he does.

"Shame about your tits, baby. Pretty small aren't they?" Daniel taunts, placing both his hands on George's pecs and squeezing them together. "I'd love to put my cock between them and fuck your tits, but there is nothing here at all." Daniel tuts, giving them a hard squeeze, pulling a surprised yelp from George. "Sorry, sorry." Daniel gives them a quick kiss. "It's fine."  

"Are you sure George, we can stop if you like?" Daniel's hand hovers over his nipples. George hates when they ask questions like that, he just can't say no, he'd rather them just get on with it. "I'll safe word if I want to stop, please stop asking me."

Daniel's hands return to his chest, squeezing and kneading at his sensitive skin. Daniel isn't rough with him but it hurts anyway but at the same time, he doesn't want Daniel to be kind and gentle with him. Daniel flicks his nipple, George involuntary arches his back in pleasure, forgetting for a moment just how fucked up his brain is.  Daniel obviously noticed he liked it and did it again. "Did you like that baby, girl?" The words make him cringe but he smiles and nods all the same.

The kiss takes him completely by surprise, Daniel leans down and presses their lips together, he kiss is hard, brutal and steals away George's breath. George hisses as Daniel bites down on his lower lip, drawing blood. He quickly laps it up in a silent apology. When pulls away, his lips are bright red with George's blood.

Daniel leans forward and presses George's hands to the bed, behind his head, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He doesn't know if he should be frightened or excited.   

Daniel releases his hands and turns his attention back to George's 'tits', unclipping his bra and revealing George's underwhelming chest. He pushes George's pecs together, it makes no difference what so ever, he's just not a girl but that doesn't seem to deter Daniel in his attempts of fucking them.

"Do you like me fucking your tiny tits baby?" Daniel's pushing them together so hard, there's sure to be bruises there in the morning, he's going to have a hard time explaining those bruises to Alex.  

The friction of Daniel's cock on his chest burns, it's too fast, it can't feel good to Daniel either. Despite this, George's head is a fucked up place to be and his cock is embarrassingly hard and straining against his embarrassing underwear begging for attention. He's not sure if Daniel's going to touch him or not, he even prepped himself before heading over but it seems Daniel's more interested in coming on his make believe tits.

"Such a good girl for me, aren't you George?" Daniel grunts, thrusting even harder, the small drops of pre cum have made it easier on George's burning skin. Now it just feels like he's a toy for Daniel's use. George can't help the small whines escaping from his throat, he's got no idea why he's getting off on this but his whines only seem to spur Daniel on even more, he thrusts harder until he groans loudly and cums all over George's face and chest.  "Fuck baby, you look so hot with my cum all over your pretty face."

"Let's see how wet you are baby." Daniel doesn't bother taking his panties off, just pushing them to one side and pushes three fingers into his ass. "So wet for my baby, I can't wait to fuck your tight little pussy." He sinks deeper and runs his fingers over George's prostate, making him arch his hips in pleasure. "You love it when I rub your clit, don't you baby?" George doesn't know how he's still hard, the whole feminisation thing makes his skin crawl.

"I didn't think i'd get hard this quick but just seen you like this George, fuck you are so hot." Daniel growls slamming into his prostate once again. "Like, I didn't actually think you would put it on." He gestures at the underwear. "I knew you were the paddock slut, but this is something else." George manages to fight back his tears, fuck that hit close to home.

"Are you ready for me to fuck your pretty pussy?" Daniel lets his fingers slip out and rolls on the condon. He spreads George's legs, wrapping them around his waist while his rock hard cock presses against George's entrance.  

George can't help the moans falling from his lips as Daniel slides the tip of his cock inside, he's much bigger than George thought he would be. "Your pussy is so tight baby." Daniel growls, pushing more of his cock inside George. "Fuck you feel so good wrapped around me." George arches his hips up off the bed as Daniel slams the whole way in with one swift move, stalling for a few moments just to catch his breath but quickly starts to thrust.

It's embarrassing how George's brain turns into a zombie like state, the pain and the hurt all forgotten for now as his body is filled with pure pleasure as he lays back into the pillows and takes what Daniel is giving to him.

"I wish you could see what you look like when i'm fucking your pretty little pussy." Daniel growls, thrusting into George with a brutal pace, so hard the bed shakes underneath them. George is abruptly brought back from his zombie like trance as Daniel squeezes his neck, using it as leverage as he thrusts into him with all his might. George manages some sort of noises close to moans as much as the restrictions on this throat allows.

"Fuck George, such a good girl for me." Daniel repeats as he continues to abuse George's abused arsehole, showing no mercy as George struggles for breath, his cock begging for its orgasm.

Daniel takes pity on him and angles his thrusts to hit George's prostate with ever slam into his body, releasing the grip on his throat, to enjoy the loud moans falling from his mouth as George reaches the height of his orgasm, screaming out incoherent words as he spills his load over his own stomach.  

George can hear the pathetic whines falling from his mouth as he comes down from his orgasm and feels Daniel still slamming into him with the same violent pace as he searches for his own orgasm. It hurts now, his whole body hurts with how rough Daniel has been and the shame of enjoying it. It comes as a relief when Daniel comes with a groan, filling up the condom.

"Fuck George, you were amazing." Daniel places a hard kiss onto his forehead. "Do you want me to stay? I could give you after care and maybe a cuddle?" George honestly can't think of anything worse.

"I'm good but thank you." He manages a weak smile, Daniel smiles back as he quickly gets dressed. "If you ever want to do this again, just hit me up." There is no chance of a repeat of tonight.

This work is part of the paddock slut series, you can read the rest here

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[owlsinathens]

What did Ramsay take from Theon, apart from fingers, toes, teeth and skin? This last reread has made me pretty certain that the pillar is gone but the stones remain. Why?

Discussion of canon-typical awfulness below the cut

Exhibit A:

He has only taken toes and fingers and that other thing, when he might have had my tongue, or peeled the skin off my legs from heel to thigh.

ADWD, Reek II

What else could the 'other thing' be? Theon mentions fingers and toes freely in his thoughts, thinks about how Ramsay threatens to take his tongue - what else could be unmentionable if not the D? That'd be something even his thoughts'd shy away from.

Also, thing, singular. Had the balls been involved it would have been those other thingS, methinks. I've never heard a man speaking of his privates as one thing, certainly not of his balls. Not saying it's not possible, but it seems to point more in a single thing direction than the whole package.

Exhibit B:

“A bath and change of clothes will make you smell sweeter.” “A bath?” Reek felt a clenching in his guts. “I … I would sooner not, m’lord. Please. I have … wounds, I … and these clothes, Lord Ramsay gave them to me, he … he said that I was never to take them off, save at his command …”

“You are wearing rags,” Lord Bolton said, quite patiently. “Filthy things, torn and stained and stinking of blood and urine. And thin. You must be cold. We’ll put you in lambswool, soft and warm. Perhaps a fur-lined cloak. Would you like that?” “No.” He could not let them take the clothes Lord Ramsay gave him. He could not let them see him.

ADWD, Reek II

Theon'd rather people recoil in disgust from his stench than seeing him naked.

Theon peeled his gloves off and held his hands up for them to see. It is not as if I stand before them naked. It is not so bad as that.

ADWD, A Ghost in Winterfell

Exhibit C:

Ramsay smiled his wet smile. “Does she make your cock hard, Reek? Is it straining against your laces? Would you like to fuck her first?” He laughed. “The Prince of Winterfell should have that right, as all lords did in days of old. The first night. But you’re no lord, are you? Only Reek. Not even a man, truth be told.”

[...]

Ramsay rose, the firelight shining on his face. “Reek, get over here. Get her ready for me.” For a moment he did not understand. “I … do you mean … m’lord, I have no … I …”

ADWD, The Prince of Winterfell

Ramsay taunting Theon about a dick he knows isn't there anymore is just so. on. brand.

The way Theon reacts says more than Ramsay's words though, as if for a second he's really wondering if Ramsay has forgotten that particular part. “With your mouth,” Ramsay clarifies then, and for me this cements it.

As for what was taken, this can be read as Ramsay knowing he left Theon with urges, but no outlet for them. And the urges are still there, though more psychological than physical I reckon, judging from the state Theon is in:

He wanted to hit her, to smash that mocking smile off her face. He wanted to kiss her, to fuck her right there on the table and make her cry his name. But he knew he dare not touch her, in anger or in lust.

ADWD, The Turncloak

Conclusion: dick off, balls on

All of this doesn't really change anything, except add an extra layer of cruelty to Ramsay's little games - and it'd mean Theon can still experience sexual pleasure, or even father children, with detours.

Much more interesting is the psychological effect. I always thought balls are what men are most precious about, but I've had a long, super interesting discussion (at work of all places) with some of the guys, and the consensus was that the loss of dick would make them feel less like a man than the loss of balls. I'm sure there are enough men who feel differently, but out of five, four said they'd rather lose the balls (and be done with it, one said) than lose the D.

In the show, Harrag's knee made it clear that Theon draws a blank there, but to me it seems to be different in ASoIaF. What do you think?

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[honeybeefae]

Ooooh do number 13 please!

(I swear I’m not writing these angst-ridden fics on purpose, it’s just the fate of the numbers! I like to imagine this has a happy ending though, and I will leave it open for a possible part two to make up for hurting our poor bat boy so bad! I know it’s not super long but I hope you guys like it <3)

#13 - Boyfriends by Harry Styles

Can't You See? (Azriel x Reader)

Summary// Azriel had been your friend since you came to the IC. He was always there for you as you were for him, the two of you a package deal anywhere you went. Many people speculated about a hidden mating bond, friends with benefits, and all sorts of gossip, but the unfortunate truth was you were taken by someone else. Someone who didn’t deserve you. And it was his own personal hell to watch you go into his arms every night.

WARNINGS: Angst, cheating, crying, alcohol, verbal abuse, bad relationships, insecurities

Azriel had connected with you the moment you were welcomed to the Inner Circle. The two of you were compatible in all aspects, drawing each other out in different ways that were so natural even Cassian and Rhysand were shocked. You were quick to latch onto his side, which he never minded, and in the first month of your arrival, Azriel had found himself slowly falling for you.

Until one night, at Rita’s, he watched you bring in your boyfriend.

He swiftly put his mask on so that you weren’t worried. You introduced Azriel as, “my best friend” to him with the brightest smile on your face, while your boyfriend couldn’t even spare a passing glance at him. It took all of the two minutes of meeting him to know that he would never like him, and as time went on, Azriel’s dislike grew to bitter resentment and hatred.

You couldn’t see the way your boyfriend’s eyes sought out other women in the room, how he talked over you when you got excited about something, how he so plainly held no regard for your feelings. It made Azriel sick to watch, and after many nights where you had run into his arms after an argument with your boyfriend, he knew he needed to speak up. 

“Y/N,” He began as you pulled back to look at him, your eyes shiny and nose slightly red from how upset you were. “I…why are you staying with him? I can’t imagine that you’re happy and you, I mean, anyone deserves to be treated with more respect and love than what he is giving.” 

His eyes analyzed your reaction, how you shifted away and looked down in defeat. Azriel felt a slight pang of guilt from being so upfront, but it hurt to see you in so much pain, it needed to be said. He didn’t know why he cared so much, didn’t want to search through those feelings at the moment, but you needed to see what everyone else saw. 

“I…” You said before taking a shuttering breath, playing with your fingers as your boyfriend’s words taunted you in your head. “It’s not his fault, I shouldn’t have gone out. He has every right to be mad.”

“What? Are you even hearing yourself right now?” Azriel replied, his eyebrows raised in shock. “Y/N, he just yelled and kicked you out in the middle of a storm for having a drink with friends. That is not-”

“Stop, Az, just stop.” You snapped, your embarrassment turning to anger. “I shouldn’t have done it. I know he hates it, and I did it anyway, so I just need to listen next time. If I had just stayed home, he wouldn’t have been mad.”

“And what about next time? When you wear the wrong color and he yells at you for it, or you forget to put away your books and he throws them into the fire?” He countered, crossing his arms over his chest. “You deserve-”

“Stop saying that!” You yelled, shoving yourself off of the bed with your fists balled up at your side. “I don’t deserve better. Look at me! I have nothing to offer, nothing to give to someone, and if it weren’t for him, I would be out on the streets begging.”

Azriel was taken aback by your outburst, especially your words. You had never yelled at him before, and the things you were saying…did you truly believe that? Do you really see yourself that way? 

You bitterly rubbed the tears falling down your cheeks away, your voice cracking as you wrapped your arms around yourself. “I know what he does, how he lies to me. I think about it every night and every time I think I can leave, that maybe I do deserve better…he reminds me of what I am. Where I came from.”

He didn’t realize his hand had reached towards you until you took a step back. You stared at it hard, your heart so desperately wanting to reach out and just be accepted for once, but before you could even speak on those feelings, you heard the door open below you.

“Y/N?” Your boyfriend yelled, not caring about the rest of the sleeping patrons. “Y/N, come on, I know you’re here. We’re leaving, let’s go.”

That illusion you had painted in your mind shattered, as did Azriel’s heart, as you took a moment to hug him deeply. 

It felt like a goodbye.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you.” You whispered into his neck, mesmerizing his scent before you let him go. “Maybe a different time or place, a different me, but you deserve someone better, Azriel. Not the mess I am.”

And before he could reach out for you, tell you how wrong you were and his true feelings, you vanished and the door closed behind you with an echo that rattled him to the bone.

Azriel sat there, the thunder rumbling around once more before he abruptly stood and threw on the first clothes he could find. You were wrong about him, about you, and he wouldn’t let you go that easily. 

This wasn’t the end of your story. That much was certain.

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[eldritch-spouse]

Hello darling Pinnie

Remember that really lovely thing you wrote about Breg calling you ✨️ just to hear your voice ✨️? How would that go reversed? Like he's out doing something and gets a surprise phone call from his horny roommate who's clearly touching herself?

:)

[In his wet dreams, hah. Sorry it's short.]

He didn't expect the call at all.

Usually, when Breg's not home, you don't really make a fuss about it. If anything, you might even want more time apart from the breeder. Which saddens Breg to think about, truly, but he supposes he understands. He can be a bit clingy.

Nonetheless, the hand-me-down phone you got him rings in the pocket of a pair of sweatpants he basically forced himself to slip on just to go outside. It's an old phone, but the breeder loves it anyway, because it was yours once, and it's a gift from his mate!

He knows it's you calling him because the monster only has a handful of contacts in it, and yours has a special ringtone.

To say he fishes it out of his pocket in a blur is an understatement. He's so excited to talk to you that he nearly crushes the poor thing. The stranger next to him in the hygiene isle gives him a judgmental stare when he makes a noise like a chirped squeal.

" Angel! " Breg happily greets, maybe a bit too loudly.

What could you be calling him for anyway? Oh who is he kidding, he's too happy to care.

" Hey Breg... " Comes your much more low-energy reply.

His tail swats around happily while he slips the toothpaste into his cart. " Is everything alright? How was your day? Do you want me to make dinner tonight? "

There's a sound like a quiet snort from your end. " No. No, I got dinner for us already. " You assure. " I'm... Doing okay. " Doesn't sound like it to him.

" Are you sure? You sound a bit down right now. " He voices as much, wandering into another isle, more than a bit distracted.

" I'm... Breg, why aren't you home? "

Why isn't he home? He likes the sound of that. It's as if it makes you sad that he's not around. That makes Breg very happy.

" O-Oh, about that... " The breeder fumbles. " I- I had nothing to do, and I saw the shopping list you put up on the fridge... It's a little hard to read, but- But I thought I'd do something nice and get that done. "

He can hear movement from your side, like you're shifting things around, cleaning around maybe.

" Oh sweetie, you didn't have to! "

Sweetie... Sweetie! Breg's tail sways so hard he accidentally whacks someone with it, quickly turning around and murmuring a fast apology.

" I just want you to relax a bit more, you always look so tired when you come home. " The monster sighs.

" That's very nice of you. You're always so sweet to me, Breg. Honestly, I think you deserve a reward. " The shifting gets louder, only now does he pick up on a slightly more pronounced breathing pattern. Odd, but he's far from bothered by it right now.

" Ahah, don't mention it... " He cranes his neck, holding the phone between his shoulder and head as he reaches for the egg carton on the top shelf.

" You're a good boy, aren't you Breg? "

Breg tenses so hard he nearly drops the fragile package, standing frozen in the middle of the isle as a cerulean tint spreads on his face. Where's this coming from?

" Wh- What? "

" I said, you're a good boy, aren't you? " He bites his lip, hearing you gasp. " You're my good boy, right? "

Oh fuck.

No way. No fucking way. You're actually touching yourself.

" A-Angel... " Breg's pants suddenly feel a lot more bothersome. He parks the cart somewhere.

" Answer me, where are your manners? " You chastise, every word a taunting purr.

" Yes- Yes, I am! " That's part of what he wants to be for you, out of a lot of things. Part of his brain is still catching up with the situation, beyond delighted that you'd do something so gross out of your own volition.

You make a subtle moan and Breg gulps, choking back his own noise of want.

" Angel- " He tries again, looking around to make sure he's not being watched. " Are you... Are you touching yourself? "

Silence reigns. In that moment, nothing exists in Breg's world aside from your voice.

" What if I am, Breg? " There's a pause. " What if I'm laying on your bed right now, fingering myself and soaking your sheets? "

That just about has the breeder steaming. He whimpers out loud like a dog that can't reach its favorite treat. " I... " He doesn't have words.

" Do you mind that? I just think your bed is so comfortable and I- " Another inhale. " Thought I'd help myself to it. It'd be better if I had one of your fat cocks in me. "

Breg's grip on the handle of his cart is so tight that the material creaks beneath his hold. The sound jolts the breeder into looking down, spotting himself already rocking a noticeable tent to his pants. Fuck, he has to go somewhere, he can't just stand here like an idiot and make a scene. Abandoning the shopping cart entirely, the large monster starts sprinting past confused bystanders and basically slams himself into a random bathroom stall, uncaring of who else might be in the others.

" What was that all about? " There's a hint of humor in your tone.

" N-Nothing. " The monster quickly excuses. " Be louder, I want to hear everything. "

" Ahahn, pervert. " You hum, to which Breg almost retorts. " You went somewhere so you can beat off, didn't you? "

Drat, is he really that obvious? Nonetheless, the pale monster's pants are already down to his knees as a hand wraps around one of his lengths with little fanfare. His filter is gone.

" Can- Can you hump my pillow? " He pants.

There's a moment of silence from your end, perhaps shock. " ... You'll wash it later, right? "

" O-Of course I will! " Lies, he's going to shove his face in it and get high. "I just think it'd be really- Please, do it. "

" Such manners. " There's shifting, and he practically glows with joy knowing that you're ruining his bed. He wishes he was there to catch you in the act.

Lust has him spiraling, hand furiously pumping himself, head tossing back as the sheer arousal of knowing what you're up to makes waves of heat eat him alive. " Gh fuck- You're so hot. You're so fucking hot, I want to bury my face in your cunt, please tell me when you're close. "

The tone in his voice must be doing wonders for you, because you make high-pitched whimpers whenever he so much as growls a word out. " Ahn- You sound mad. " His mate jokes.

" That's because I am. " Breg nearly chokes in his own drool. " I'm furious you haven't done this sooner, I'm fucking livid you haven't dragged me away to fuck the brains out of you yet. That's all I want, I just- I just want to be yours. Why haven't you let me breed you yet and then you do this? It's like... "

It's like you enjoy denying him.

" What if I did let you? Huh? "

Breg cums abruptly, hard enough to rip a thunderous snarl out of him. Something someone definitely heard. The breeder's hips tense and slam upwards while he rides out his sudden orgasm, tongue lolling.

" Wha-? No fair, you should have waited for me! " He hears you pant faintly.

" I'm coming home. " He croaks, clumsily wiping himself clean and leaving the stall in a horribly depraved state. If anyone gives him weird stares, the breeder's beyond caring.

" B-But the shopping- "

" No. I'm coming home. "

The way you stutter and breathe faster has a nasty little smirk curling his lips up.

#Bregory