#HOLDS HIS HEAD IN HIS HANDS LIKE!!! i could actually die.
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a three week paid-vacation provided by your captain gave rise to the opportunity to finally show you the gift sylus had gotten you. and no, it isnât the yacht youâre onâbut he wouldnât be opposed to giving you that either.
[ !! ] â mdni | established relationship, smut, breeding kink, pregnancy mention, fingering, oral (female receiving), praise kink, mating press, unprotected sex, sylus is soft in the bedroom okay now hush ;; alcohol mention (sylus drinks whiskey), fluff. oh did I mention soft! sylus?? uhhh maybe more tags than this idk thereâs a lot going on lmao. unedited af I know thatâs a warning. if yâall see cut sentences just know itâs a brain glitch >.< lol
a/n: Happy Valentineâs Day! phew i got this out before it ended hehe just in the nick of time. I do wanna forewarn everyone I donât actively write smut so I deeply apologize for any sort of repetitiveness or just it being inaccurate and rushed overall, my apologies. but please enjoy reading! bc i wanna curl up and die and delete this after writing it actually lmao Iâll probably never write anything like this again haha
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The starry expanse of sky moves quickly outside of the window of the car, nothing but a blur of cosmic colors. Where youâre going youâre not quite sure, with all the secrecy from Sylus and the twins. Itâs something Sylus has clearly planned for awhile, from the way he wanted you to dress tonight, but youâre still unable to put your finger on it.
At the very least, youâre glad that Kieran is the one thatâs driving instead of Luke.
âAre you two going to tell me where weâre going yet?â
âAfraid not, Miss,â Kieran replies. âThatâd be against orders from Boss.â
âAre we at least almost there yet?â you ask.
âWe have about ten more minutes,â Luke chirps. âThen youâll finally get to see Boss, donât worry.â
Youâre stunned into a mild fluster and look at your hands in your lap. You heard the twins snicker and you canât help but shake your head incredulously. Oh well. Youâre almost to your destination anyway.
After the last two months of an increase in Wanderer appearances, you could most certainly use a break. Itâs been nothing short of hectic, battles here and evacuations there and the occasional dumbass that doesnât want to listen to the warnings given out that an area is too dangerous to go into.
You softly sigh. You really shouldnât be thinking about work.
You tug the large coat on your shoulders over you further, closing your eyes and sinking into the warmth and the smell of the man it belonged to.
Whatever in the world Sylus had planned must be big, even so that he couldnât be bothered to tell even the twins exactly what he had in store. All the three of you knew was that he had a surprise, and the two brothers were more than happy to have the opportunity to have the base to themselves.
You just wish you knew where you were going.
âIs this it?â
âI think so. Ah, thereâs Boss.â
Oh, already?
True to word, you open your eyes and see a familiar patch of silver against the darkness of the world. And you also happen to see a very, very large yacht not far from him.
A marina? You blink incredulously. A private fucking marina. Good lord, how much money does this man really have?
Upon stopping, you watch as Sylus turns his head slightly to the car. Luke quickly jumps from the passenger side and opens the door for you, ushering his hand outward dramatically and says, âAfter you, Miss.â
The heel of your shoe clicks against pavement as you step out, holding Lukeâs hand for stability until you find your balance.
âThanks, Luke.â
âNot a problem! Enjoy the honeyâ Uh, vacation!â
Luke jumps back into the car, more than likely to save himself from your questioning eyes. You canât help but shake your head and make your way toward Sylus and the man in uniform, more than likely the captain of the yacht.
âAh, Mrs. Sylus,â greets the captain with a tilt of his hat. His eyes blink as he does a once-over on you and then laughs. âI was wondering what kind of woman would tie such a man down, and now I understand. Please, come aboard.â
Your brows raise at Sylus as the captain pivots and boards the yacht. âCare to explain that?â
Sylus, in all his audacity, simply shrugs and smiles. âNothing to explain, sweetie. He came up with that himself after I told him my lady would be joining me.â
You scoff in disbelief, but canât help the small smile that falls to your lips. You take Sylusâs arm, wrapped your hand in the crook of his elbow as he leads you onto the ship.
âItâs beautiful,â you murmur, gazing around as he takes you to the deck. And you could only imagine what it would be like when you went out to sea.
âI figured you would like it,â he murmurs. âGlad to see my instincts werenât wrong.â
You donât miss the way his red eyes look to you, knowing heâs waiting for your words of affirmation. You laugh behind your hand, because yeah, heâs right.
You hum, taking his hand in your own. âThank you for considering me.â
You also donât miss the way his large fingers eagerly twine with your own, nor the way his eyes soften and blend with devotion and affection.
âAlways.â
Thirty minutes pass before the ship takes off into the open sea. You barely feel it until Sylus has you stand to take you back outside from the dining area.
âSo, where are we going?â you ask, gazing up at him.
Sylusâs mouth twitches into a smirk. âItâs a surprise.â
You grumble, humoring the man. âOf course it is.â
Sylusâs coat never leaves your shoulders the couple hours youâre both out on the deck. He seems to enjoy that, too; you wearing his clothes sparks something behind his eyes that youâre all too familiar with. The thought itself has your cheeks warming and thighs pressing together.
He flicks his wrist to check his watch when a timer beeps twice. You canât help it when your eyes linger on his hand. Youâve always had a fixation on his themâon how big and warm they are in comparison to yours, on how his long fingers stretch across your body, and how they gently wrap around you and pull you close like heâd die without touching you. Those hands that had once forced you to attempt to resonate with him for three days had become soft, remorseful and loving. And heâd more than earned your forgiveness.
âDinner should be ready.â
You grin. âYou brought your chef?â
âJust for this trip,â he retorts, standing to full height. âCome.â His hand outstretches to you and you take it without hesitation.
You donât miss the way his eyes briefly light up at the way your fingers immediately interlace with his. Itâs a small joy to you, but to him it means everythingâa testament to how far the two of you have come.
Dinner, as always, is perfect. Dessert even more so. Youâre not too full, but more than satisfied. You give your compliments to the chef, who in turn happily skips back to the kitchen like heâs on cloud nine. And you canât help but look at Sylus and smile as he downs his whiskey like itâs water.
âYou donât compliment your chef enough,â you comment. âOne sentence from me and he acts like heâs never heard praise.â
Sylus hums as his brows raise, humored. He chuckles with the whiskey in his mouth before swallowing it to retort, âHe knows his cooking is excellent. I suppose I just have a limit to how many compliments I can give out in a day.â
You place your chin in your hand. âOh, really? Then how many do I get to have in a day?â
Adoration fills his ruby orbs. âAs many as you want, my beloved.â
His hand reaches for your left over the table. Sylusâs thumb rubs over your fingers, resting atop your ring finger.
âHave I told you that you look exquisite tonight?â he whispers.
âYou havenât,â you reply cheekily. âI think you owe me a few more, donât you think?â
The soft music in the background dies as you begin to hear your heart thunder in your ears. You do hope that Sylus canât hear it pounding away like you can.
âSeems like I do,â he says in an exhale, leaning back in his seat but not letting go of your hand. His eyes have changedâonce filled with adoration, now filled with a fire that makes heat rise to your cheeks and desire burn between your legs. âI donât think Iâve shown you the bedroom yet, have I?â
You grin. âYou havenât. Iâd like to see it.â
But what you donât anticipate is your man standing and abruptly lifting you into a one arm carry. Your sharply inhale in surprise, arms immediately weave around his neck for support, but you know heâd never drop you anyway.
You trail your nose under his jaw, pressing a long kiss to his skin by his ear. Your fingers dig into his shoulder, the subtle presser making him hasten his long strides.
âSweetheartââ Sylus gulps as you press two fingers to his mouth to silence him.
You pepper slow kisses down his neck, nipping at the skin every other kiss. Itâs when you reach his collarbone you hear the click of a door. And seconds later you find the plush fabric of blankets underneath you and Sylusâs firm hand cradling the back of your head as he tilts your head back to capture your lips with his.
Between each heated kiss you attempt to catch your breath, only for your lover to devour your mouth with his own again and again.
âMmmhâ Sylus, let meââ another kiss ââcatch my breath.â
He has a hard time pulling away. Sylus rests on one knee at the edge of the bed, hands grasping at the back of your bare calves as he catches his own breath and tries to pull himself back to his senses before he finishes himself off early.
While you toss your head back and close your eyes, trying to let oxygen catch up to your brain, Sylus lifts his head to look at you. He drinks in your appearanceâthe starry night sky sewn into the strapless obsidian dress (one that he had specially made for you) accentuated your body exactly the way he envisioned.
As he watches your breasts rise and fall with every breath, he feels his pants tighten even more. Heâs so painfully hard just from simply kissing youâa testament to what you do to him, how deeply you affect him.
He rests his head against the plush of your thigh. As he trails his hand down your leg, he realizes you still have your heels on.
Your head snaps up at the feeling of one heel coming off, then the other.
âSylus, whatâ Oh, shit.â
The momentum of him lifting your body further up the bed and hiking your dress up catches you off guard. His mouth latches to your thighs, kissing and biting all the way up until he reaches the fabric of your pantiesâthe only thing between him and what he wants.
âSuch a dark red, darling,â he hums. âWas this for me?â
âIt mightâve been,â you tease.
As his finger loops around the red fabric covering you, Evol ready to help rip it off, your hand makes its way into his hair and tugs, forcing his eyes to attention.
âRip these, Iâm okay with that. Rip the dress, and Iâll kill you,â you say, half-joking. But damn did you really like this dress.
He chuckles, eyes glazed with lust. âUnderstood.â
As soon as he tears them away and hikes your dress even further around your hips, Sylusâs mouth does nothing short of devour your pussy. You let out the loudest, wanton moan youâve ever heard from yourself as his tongue buries itself in and against your folds. Your head falls back against the pillows, hands moving to grip the sheets beneath you to maintain some semblance of being grounded as Sylus eats you out like a starved man. Your legs are over his shoulders, allowing him the best access to your womanhood.
âOhâ Fuuuck, Sylus. Ohmygod, please donât stop,â you beg, threading one hand through his hair again, grip tighter than earlier.
His reply comes in the form of him pushing his thick middle finger inside of you and mouth sucking on your clit. You wail, bucking your hips into his mouth. His ring finger promptly follows, stretching your cunt and sinking deep inside of your walls. Tears of overstimulation line your eyes as you grasp at then pillow behind your head.
Both hands twine into his silver locks of hair, pressing him deeper into you. What you miss amidst your own haze of ecstasy is Sylus grinding himself against the mattress to find some sense of relief. His mind is at war, wanting nothing more than to cum right then and there versus wanting to watch his seed spill from your hole. It takes every ounce of self-control of his own body to not climax while he simultaneously loses his mind while his mouth is attached to your cunt.
âDonâtâ Pleaseâ Sylus! Sylus, Iâm gonnaââ
Your back arches off of the bed, and you canât help but press him further into you and grind against his face. Sylusâs arms wrap around your thighs, holding you steady. The deep groan of his satisfaction that leaves him only spurs you on further and further and further until your thighs clench around his head and you cum. Hard.
And Sylus more than enjoys sucking and licking away at your release as you climax, prolonging it as much as he can. He lifts your lower body into the air as he continues his onslaught of your pussy with his mouth and tongue, the pressure of your thighs on either side of his head making him dizzy. Your essence coats his chin and nose, your scent driving all his senses wild and pulls the remainder of his blood down to his cock.
He gains a free hand as you tighten your legs around his shoulders. He unbuckles his belt and slips it off with practiced ease before moving to unzip and unbutton his pants, tugging away at them.
When your hips stop shaking is when Sylus grabs your thighs with both hands and sets your body back down on the mattress. He hovers over you once again, taking in your disheveled appearance and partially-lidded eyes. His long fingers brush your skin and cradle your jaw.
âStill with me, sweetheart?â he asks.
You pant and gaze up at him. âBarely.â You swallow. âThat tongue of yours is brutal.â
Sylus laughs. Itâs almost enough to make him forget about the painful fact that his cock is straining against his pants. Until your knee brushes against it when you lift yourself from the bed and he groans.
You giggle as his head presses against your shoulder.
âYou really shouldnât neglect yourself like that,â you hum, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.
Sylusâs lips meet your neck opposite of your arm wrapped around him and presses a long kiss to your sweaty skin, murmuring hotly into your ear, âThereâs no one to blame but you, beloved. And I highly suggest you take responsibility.â
You moan and arch into him as his hands work on your dress, unzipping the back entirely and lowering it just below your breasts. You arch your back so he can undo the bra, and as soon as itâs on the floor, his mouth is on your chest. Sylus sucks and bites at your nipples, worshipping them and your breasts as he grinds his clothed erection into your bare pussy, soaking his dress pants in your juices.
You begin unbutton his shirt through the haze of your desire⌠before you slip your hands through the remaining buttons and fully rip his dress shirt apart, exposing his thick torso. You both chuckle at the sound of the buttons hitting the floor.
âImpatient?â
âLike you arenât,â you remark.
Sylus shrugs off his shirt in a fluid motion and tosses it to the side from one arm. You manage to slide off your dress within a few moments, just as Sylus manages to get off his pants and briefs and⌠OhâŚ
Youâd almost forgotten how big he is. Sure, the two of you have spent a couple more⌠sensual evenings together since you had him use your place as a safe house (and then him bringing you to his), but it always makes you shudder when your eyes land between the apex of his muscular thighs.
His tip weeps with precum, heavy cock red and flushed andâ
Sylusâs breath is hot against your ear as he asks, âLike what you see, darling?â
âgoddamn it you need it inside of you.
Your nails dig into his bicep, your other hand wrapping around his neck to pull him into a heated kiss, and Sylus is more than happy to oblige. His kiss is deep and reverent. A small moan escapes him as you two briefly pull apart for air before diving back into one another.
Everything is hot; your cheeks are flushed with the heat of desire and your pussy aches to have Sylus buried inside of you.
You pull him down on top of you with the arm around his neck, your other hand grasping his cock and positioning it at your entrance. Sylus hisses, hips bucking slightly as his fingers clench at his attempts at restraint.
âFuck,â he pants. His red eyes clear for a moment, turning into a gentleness reserved for you as he asks, âYou think you can take it?â
âI think you ate me out enough earlier Iâll manage,â you joke. Then your nails dig into the meat of his back, the sensation making him softly hiss again. âBut if you donât Iâll be doing it for you then.â
Sylus chuckles, nose dipping to your collarbone.
âMy beloved is always so greedy, isnât she?â
There is no retort from youâonly a loud moan as Sylusâs tip enters you fills the room. He stops after that though, and as you look up to him to ask him why he stopped, youâre stunned at the sight before you.
Sylus is flushed red, panting and sweating as his muscles flex.
âSylus?â
âDonât,â he warns, shaking his head. âGive me⌠a moment. You feel⌠too good.â
The implication is clear. Sylusâs head falls as he inches himself a little further, delighting in hearing you gasp as he sinks more and more inches of himself inside of you. It takes all he has not to just cum at the feel of you; every ounce of self-control he has is being tested. Heâs never been harder in his life, and being inside of the woman he lovesâwho feels like heaven wrapped around his cockâonly proceeds to spiral him into a deeper pit of pleasure.
âSylus⌠Sylus, more, please,â you hears you beg.
Heâs halfway in, trying to take his time and let the romance of the evening last. But at that, and the sensation of your nails digging into his back, he finds himself a goner and lets his hips fall into yours, sinking the remainder of his fat cock into the depths of your wet pussy. A deep shudder passes through him, bliss running through his body.
âFuck. Fuck, you feel divine,â Sylus says in a deep exhale.
âYouâre so big,â you gasp, eyes clouded with the haze of lust. âOh, Sy, you feel so good.â
The praise goes to his head immediately. He drags his cock back out slowly and a whine escapes you, hating the emptiness. But when Sylus places your legs over his shoulders and leans over you, itâs over for you both.
Your eyes roll into the back of your head as Sylus rolls his hips, sliding his full length back into the warm expanse of your pussy. His head falls back, and the pace he sets proceeds to bury you both alive underneath overwhelming ecstasy.
âDo you have any idea what you do to me?â he pants, clenching his fist into the sheet. âHow I feel every time I look at you? Utter perfection is all I see. Do you feel what you do to me, darling?â
All you can feel is Sylusâs weight on top of you and the feel of his heavy cock inside of you as he stretches you open on him, carving your pussy into the shape of his cock. His pelvis rubs against your clit deliciously, spurring you on further. As much as you want to drive your hips up to meet his thrusts, Sylus has you pinned down into a mating press and all you can do is take what heâs giving you.
The papping noises of your bodies meeting filled the room, sending your thoughts into an even dirtier place. He feels so good reaching so deep inside of you, tip rubbing against that special spot perfectly, like youâre made to be perfect for each other. You clench around Sylus at another thought and he inhales sharply.
âWhatâre you thinking about?â he questions.
You shake your head. âN-Nothing.â
His long fingers grab your jaw gently. âTell me.â
And then he slows his pace. âNo, Sylusââ
âThen tell me what my beloved is thinking in that pretty head of hers,â he murmurs into your ear. âOr else.â
âI was thinking⌠about⌠UhmâŚâ Sylus rolls his hips back into you, his heavy balls pressing against your ass as he awaits your answer.
âWell?â
âI, uhâ A baby.â
At the word, you shy away into your arm. But Sylus doesnât say anything, which makes you confused. After a couple seconds, you gaze back up at him. His eyes show how stunned he is, pupils blown as no doubt the word also revolves around his own mind.
âSylus, Iâ Oh, fuucckk.â
His body weight presses your body into the mattress further, leaving you at his mercy as Sylusâs pace becomes brutal, like heâs let his base instincts take over. His big hand finds yours and twines your fingers together as he drives his cock into your pussy over and over and over again, the squelching noises only growing louder and louder in your ears.
âMy kitten⌠wants a baby then?â He hums into your ear. âShe wants me to cum inside of her and carry my baby, is that right?â
âIt was⌠just a thought.â
He laughs as your pussy clenches around him more at his words.
âSeems like itâs more than just a thought.â
Sylusâs mouth meets yours in another kiss, powered by something more than just lust. Your brain turns fuzzy and hot, reality beginning to finally blur as another climax ascends from the depths of your core.
Your eyes shut as his mouth finds the sweet spot on your neck. He sucks and nips at the skin with his teeth and youâve no doubt that thereâll be plenty of love bites scattered across your skin for days after tonight.
When he nips at your ear, you squeak and clench around him again. Sylus groans into your ear, âDo that again.â
You oblige, clenching down on him and making him piston himself in and out of you faster. Every thrust turns into one that pushes the air from your lungs. All you can see, all you can feel is Sylusâfeel his body heat as he presses your body down with his; feel the thickness of his cock stretch you open and the weight of his balls as they slap against your ass.
And it feels so good. The shlick and pap noises are getting to you. The coil thatâs been winding up all night finally feels like itâs about to burst. Your back arches off the bed, breasts pressing into Sylusâs firm chest.
âOhmygod, Sy, gonna cum, gonna cum fuckfuckfuuucckkk!â
He nips at your earlobe, biting down on it gently before whispering into your ear, âIndulge, my love. Indulge and Iâll fulfill every single one of your desires tonight.â
At long last, the coil snaps. Euphoria pilots itself to your brain and all across your body. You shake from the intensity, having to wrap your arms around Sylus to ground yourself as you reach your high.
Your orgasm sends him over the edge. He thrusts a few more times before he finds himself pressing himself as deep as he can possibly go and releasing his seed inside of your pussy. Itâs almost too much, even for him. He doesnât think heâs ever cum harder than tonight.
Your bodies rock together as you both fall from the heights of cloud nine. Sylus peppers your sweaty skin with kisses, across the bruised love bites heâd left earlier.
Itâs only when he feels himself soft enough to slip out of you does he ask, âA family?â
Sylusâs voice is soft. So soft in fact that you barely hear him. You take a moment to reply, only to find yourself being easily lifted from the bed and onto Sylusâs chest.
âItâs⌠Something thatâs crossed my mind a few times,â you admit bashfully.
Silence fills the air for a moment before he asks again, in the same, quiet tone heâd just used.
âWith me?â
Your smile stretches across your face instantly. Your lips meet his chest, right over his heart. Your eyes meet hisâuncertainty meeting unconditional love.
âAnd no one else.â
The next three days after are filled with you and Sylus partaking in all the activities that his yacht has to offer (plus more intimate times across the boat and itâs other rooms). Heâd told you at one point that he wouldâve just used the one he sails on regularly. But due to him wanting to spend more time with you than anything, and for you to have fun during the trip, heâd bought another and hired the captain to ensure safe passage.
Tonight however, was the night that you both were supposed to be arriving at your destination. You tried to help the anxiety and giddiness inside of you, trying to flatten it under a cool demeanor but Sylus just saw right through you.
Of course he would.
âThereâs no reason to be nervous. Itâs not like Iâm taking you into enemy territory,â he jokes, gaze flicking to you from the stars in the open sky.
âI know that. I just canât help it,â you mutter.
You shiver from the cold breeze, and Sylus shrugs off his leather jacket and places it over your shoulders. He leans down and zips it partway, resting his chin atop your head.
âThose hunter instincts of yours need to settle down,â he hums.
âI wish they wouldâ Sylus!â
A hearty chuckle leaves him as you bounce away from his hold. Your eyes narrow at his treachery.
âWhat? Did I do something wrong?â
âDonât you try and tickle me,â you warn playfully. You slip your arms through the sleeves of his leather jacket, trying to pull the sleeves back from over your palms to point at him. âOr Iâm gonna tickle you back.â
Sylus smirks and rubs his fingers together. âIs that a challenge?â
âMr. Sylus, Mrs. Sylus,â greets a familiar voice.
Embarrassment makes you duck your head away from the captain for a brief moment before you look at him.
âJust thought Iâd come and let you know weâll be docking soon.â The captain takes his hat off and bows before you both. âThank you for allowing me the chance to sail you both for the last three days.â
Sylus nods his head in acknowledgment âThank you for giving us safe passage, Arthur.â
Arthur nods, reapplies his cap and heads back to steer the ship into the upcoming port.
You donât get to watch as he disappears since Sylus wraps his arms around you, pulling your chin to his chest. He presses a sweet kiss to your temple and murmurs, âI do believe weâre here.â
The distraction of the captain was long enough that the scenery before you had changed into the moonlit sea into a large landmass illuminated by the full moon above.
Your jaw drops open at the sight, eyes lighting up as you get closer and closer to the port where the ship would dock.
âSylus, where are we?â you ask quietly.
âItâs an island,â he states. âOne that I bought awhile back and was making⌠renovations for.â
âRenovations? For what?â
He laughs softly and looks at you like youâre a goddess. âFor whom, you mean.â
Your eyes widen into saucers. Is he� Could he seriously mean�
âSylus, you bought me an island?â you inquire, utterly flabbergasted.
âI canât exactly un-buy it, so I do hope youâll like it,â he replies. To your ears and yours alone you can hear his wavering tone, like heâs awaiting your disappointment. You canât have that.
You cup his cheeks and force him to look at you again.
âSylus, I love it; even if itâs the most absurd thing Iâve ever been gifted, I love it. Itâs just going to take me time to get used to it,â you tell him. Then you step on your tippy-toes and give him an eskimo kiss. âThank you. I love you.â
You kiss him there at the front of the ship, wrapped in his warm, protective embrace, momentarily oblivious to the world and your surroundings.
What youâre also oblivious to, and have been since the start of the trip, is the fat diamond ring thatâs been tucked away, hidden in Sylusâs bottom drawer to his dresser. And also to the fact of his other reason of being nervous.
To him hoping that youâll say âyesâ when he gets down on one knee to ask you to marry him.
But heâll save that for later. Right now he intends to indulge and savor your lips on his and you being tucked into him, safe from the world to be loved and worshipped by him.
And hopefully, for the rest of this lifetime.
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baby you're my bunny âĄ
âďšŕ¨ŕ§ďš bunny boy x female reader
â warnings : yandere content and themes, unhealthy behaviors, relationship and relationship dynamic, slight body horror me thinks? slight horror, perverted yandere, non consensual touching, suggestive, uhhh that's it me thinks :3
â°ďšŕ¨ŕ§ďš authoress note : so sorry if it's badly written also sorry if it ends weird :/
no survival instinct what's-so-ever. like... none.
but he was not complaining! it was just a mere observation. perhaps you were unaware of your allure, maybe you were not exposed to the cruel world yet, didn't know how sick people and creatures can be.
well for one... your little secret admirer was not one of those adorable bunnies you'd fawn over, nothing even close really. and no, he's not some cute boy with a bunny tail and some bunny ears. he's far from cute, a little scary actually.
humanoid? sure! typical bunny boy hybrid, uhhhh not really lol! he's mixed with human genetics but he's not quit. and for a bunny hybrid, he sure had a lot of predator instincts.
to put simply, he was an abnormality of mother nature. his lower half resembled a bunny whilst his torso and up is that of a man. his claws on his feet or paws or whatever are dangerously long, digging into the dirt whenever he walks, leaving behind a "too small to notice unless your looking for it" trail.
a muscular, lean build, biceps so perfect and manly hands to hold you down if you even ever think of escaping, awe how sweet of him <3
completely pale skin with small patches of equally pale fur in various spots, completely crimson, blood shot eyes and a pair of floppy bunny ears where any normal human's ears would be.
how did he even came to be? you may ask. well he was a normal boy, once upon a time. but one day, he'd gotten into a serious accident, a near death life experience. that day he could've hear the bells of heaven ringing in his ears but he wasn't ready to die, not like this... in his head he begged for more time, asking whatever god above to answer his prayers.
and yeah! his prayers where answered but, as they say, be careful what you wish for...
the moon goddess answered his prayers, but she also cursed him for it is the price he must pay to live longer.
"i grant you more time, as much time as you may need, but for as long as you roam his earth, your soul belongs to me and your purpose, is to server me," her voice rang in his ears like a bittersweet melody before he'd lose consciousness.
when he awake, he found himself in the mountains, he was a monstrosity of a man and dared not step a foot into society. he's to bare this curse and blessing till death.
he became easily bored and clueless as to what to do next, his every day life felt null and everything felt too much to bare. his eternity just began yet he dreads his mistake with every passing day.
"maybe, i should of just accepted my faith and die that day..."
with nothing and no one, he was left to wonder the mountain and serve the goddess by praying to her and tending to her shrine everyday, he's trapped to keep her energy going so she won't become a forgotten god.
(guys i made the lore up on a whim so bare with me even i'm confused right now :0)
anyways! everything drastically changed for our boy here when you and your family decided to move to the village nearby in the rural area, and live a peaceful life and just run a nice little farm hooray! hopefully, you don't get stalked and preyed on by a lonely scarily tall bunny male hybrid who looks like a utterly angelic, celestial eldritch horror, right?
all he could think about was a pretty girl had moved in next door and he just had to watch her from afar. most the villagers were very welcoming of you and your family, it was big talk because such a pretty girl had just moved in the small village and all the villagers wanted their sons or grandsons to get married.
it doesn't have much young people, mostly elders and young children and even less marriageable women. which is why you easily became popular, with everyone always gifting you things, begging you to marry into their family. they even had a town welcome celebration for you and your family!
he watched everything from afar. feeling a slight sting in his chest. jealous? already? of course he is, he wanted you all for himself. for countless nights, he just couldn't sleep at all.
he spent all his time admiring you from afar. the way he'd blush, his heart beat fastening, the gears in his head would just slow down a bit. gosh, he actually felt his heart warm so much it'd burn in his chest.
he wanted you badly.
you were his new source of entertainment, motivation and inspiration all in one and his mind was melting with how needy he started becoming.
"what the f- she's so kind and pretty..."
"i wanna hug her, wanna kiss her, feel her skin on mine, love her, fuck her."
"she can be my little bunny princess~"
"wonder what our babies would look like? i'm getting heated just thinking about it"
it didn't help much when he found out you adored bunnies and would play with them near the spring. fawning over the little fluffy creatures, hugging them and petting them. and when you held them in your arms and give smooches while rubbing your face on their fluffy fur?!?!?
that's where his obsession becomes almost to much to bare, his entire chest area felt so warm watching you treat those bunnies with so much love.
"everything about her is so perfect, i'm starting to crave her like crazy right now."
"wanna whisk her away, take her, lock her up and keep her all to myself."
his mind starts getting clouding with so many dark thoughts of you.
and so, he start pushing boundaries and going outside his comfort zone to appease his little appetite that consist of you. at night, he sneaks in to steal a closer glance at you and probably a few things so he can remember your scent properly.
the whole house was dark, the whole village asleep by the time it was midnight hour. he'd manage to get in somehow somewhere but when he did, he immediately went to your room.
finally. he could smell and touch you as much as he wanted, his mind was actually in ecstasy when he entered your room, your scent gracing his nostrils as soon as he did, and the poor touch starved male couldn't hold back on touching you various parts of your skin.
"how delightful, her skin is so smooth and her hair feels so good, she smells like flowers all over gosh so fucking perfect, i wanna devour her, drink her up, chew her, spit her out and do it all over again" with every slight movement you make and whimper scaping your soft lips, he can't help but hold back his own voice, he wanted to moan just by being around you, it felt so good.
after so long, why wouldn't it feel great?
to be around around someone for once, to feel the heat of another person's body, the sweet scent of someone else other than himself. he'd lay in bed with you, his larger self cuddling your smaller form as smells your hair, trailing his hands all over you.
he was getting ahead of himself.
it takes everything within him to not proceed and do something to you while in your sleep. his morals along with his sanity were drifting away more and more.
time flies by when you're enjoying yourself, before he knew it he had to leave before the sun raises. forcing himself he does but he also takes like 5 things from you.
"promise i'll return your belongings my love, i just need a little souvenir to help myself with."
the poor thing gets sent into an early heat after that little interaction. he's embarrassed a little but he really needs you, like he really does. and he thinks of ways of introducing himself but... he's a monster, you would run from him and be scared. and when that thought comes to mind it makes him... sad.
"if i'd die that day, i'd never meet her, never be able to see her, but now that i'm alive with the help of the moon goddess, i can't even act normal about her. it's like i'm truly doomed."
this realization was tough. it made him sick to think about. and for a while, he was just okay with sneaking in to see you, and holding your unconscious body but he wanted a lot more, and he wanted your acceptance and love. he wanted you to want him the way he wants you.
it hurt even more when he mistakenly glanced in the mirror only to see a 6 feet tall, half human half hybrid bunny with a deadly eerie looking bloody stare, stare right back at him.
the pale moonlight leaking on him, hitting his skin almost making it look silver.
"she'd surely fear me, she'd run."
he's such a beautiful tragedy. would you be able to appreciate that?
#yandere x reader#male yandere#male yandere x reader#yandere#yandere x darling#yandere x you#yandere male#yandere oc#yandere writing#yandere blog#yandere x y/n#yanderecore#soft yandere
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Have u ever thought of Scara w tentaclesđł like he was an experiment and we are the one in charged of cater for him, then one day he escape and take us with him to breed cause' he really likes us... Idk if it's possible but might lay eggs for him. Please try writing it one day!! Tysm for those fics u feed uso(â§â˝âŚ)o
I should really check my inbox more often than I do. This is literally such a hot idea.
(also just a heads up, I'm absolutely blasted right now while writing this so if it's not perfect I'm so sorry. Cannabis gummies are a double edged sword for me. On one hand I get the BEST ideas to write but then on the other I forget how words work)
Hope you like it;)
You had seen some weird stuff in your 25 years. It was expected though. You WERE working for the fatui and under one of the more deranged harbingers known for fucked up experimentation too.
However, being put in charge of one of the less important projects involving the sixth harbinger had proven to be more than you were prepared to handle.
A LOT more.
You had no idea why he allowed this to happen or if it was just a bizarre side effect of another failed experiment. But one thing was for certain, the sixth harbinger had been altered physical and now needed to be restrained at all costs. He had actual tentacles growing from his back. Like REAL ones. And for some reason they seemed to have minds of their own at times.
Thrashing around and hitting the thick glass of the containment room as if trying to break out while the young man at their base sat on the cold concrete ground and refused to look at you each time you went over to slide him food through a small opening in the wall that your hand could barely fit through.
You weren't important enough to know the details of what went on in your boss's lab but you had to admit that the sentient tendrils were a bit pretty to look at.
They were a deep indigo. Almost black with small barely discernable silver accents along the sides.
They appeared almost metallic in the right lighting and you had to make yourself look away and stop staring sometimes because you didn't want to be rude.
You were here to complete a job and that was all.
Until the night everything went to shit of course.
You were summoned sometime after midnight along with two other subordinates to check the lab for accidents after a security alarm was triggered for unknown reasons.
You rushed in and immediately you felt your blood go cold at the sight before you.
He had escaped.
Shattered glass lay at your feet as well as blood presumably from the guard who was now nowhere to be seen and most certainly dead.
You heard a yell from the room next to you.
"Stay here!" The other man with you insisted as he drew his gun and took off after the source of the cry.
You didn't need to be told twice.
Because right now you were confused but also rightfully scared.
What happened to the sixth harbinger? He never once gave you reason to believe he was distressed or restless before. He never even spoke to you when you fed him and checked the condition of his holding room.
Did you perhaps miss something?
What caused him to suddenly lash out and attack the guard?
And most importantly what happened to-
*PLOP*
You hear something hit the ground next to you and slowly turn your head to look.
You shriek.
On the ground next to you was the decapitated head of the subordinate who had just left to search for the other man.
You immediately tried to run but were stopped in your tracks as something wrapped around your waist and hoisted you into the air.
You tremble and go silent. Preparing for the worst when you look down and meet eyes with the sixth harbinger.
One of his many new appendages coiled around your middle and rendering you helpless as you silently prayed to every archon you could remember that if you were to die here it would be quick and painless.
He narrows his eyes up at you.
"You. You didn't want to try killing me as well?"
You struggle to answer as you shake violently.
"No sir. I see you nearly every day. I assumed something was wrong and that you were seeking help. I didn't feel like it was right to murder you."
"Are you scared?"
You felt your heart race.
Something about his tone seemed off. Different.
Did he...enjoy the fact that you were clearly terrified?
You closed your eyes and sighed.
Alright.
Every life had its end. This was surely yours.
Don't think about it. Go to your safe place Y/N.
You suddenly feel more tentacles slither around your arms and legs.
You immediately open your eyes as you feel them spread your knees apart.
What the FUCK!?
There's a chuckle from underneath you.
"I must admit... I am enjoying your terror immensely."
Obviously.
You feel an indigo tendril slowly slide up your shirt and wiggle underneath your bra. coiling around one of your breasts and squeezing it roughly as you feel your cheeks grow warm with embarrassment. It was cold and slimy but thanks to what you assumed was the natural power of the young man before you, the tentacles emitted a gentle electro current throughout their entire lengths and the sensation caused the muscles in your limbs and stomach to relax unwillingly as you were fondled.
The entire stimulation was now sending jolts of unwilling arousal through you. Scaramouche's eyes darken as he feels your nipple stiffen against one of his slick, muscular coils which had wrapped itself tightly around one of your tits and was now rubbing its head against your delicate peak. Making you struggle to stay quiet.
"Your body is betraying you. How does it feel existing in such a delicate and worthless form? I'm not even trying yet-."
Another tendril snakes up your thigh, sliding beneath your skirt, the cool slickness a shock against your bare skin as you didn't expect this so quickly. It inches higher, brushing against your clothed sex.
Scaramouche chuckles darkly at your soft whimpers then, his voice a sinful caress in your aroused mind as you're made to enjoy this against your will.
"I can still feel you with these. You're so wet already. Does it feel good being teased in such a disgraceful manner? Or were you always this much of a slut?"
He grins wickedly, a predatory gleam in his indigo eyes. The tendrils tighten their grip, squeezing and kneading your most sensitive places, stoking the fire within your core. The air crackles with his power and reeks of your excitement.
A small tentacle hooks into the waistband of your panties and suddenly rips them off completely, baring your glistening sex to the cool air. Another one quickly begins to rub against your slick folds, teasing your wet entrance.
"What a cute little hole~ hmm. I wonder what would happen if I-"
The thick tentacle at your entrance instantly rams itself inside in one painful push, stretching your tight pussy and curling in to rub against your sweet spot as it began to thrust quickly. You could only gasp and cry out as you felt another tentacle slither up your thigh and rub your clit at the same time.
Your eyes widened.
It hurt yet it felt like you had ascended to Celestia all at once.
You force yourself to cry out before you went insane.
"S-Scara! Please! It's too big! You're... stretching me!"
Scaramouche smirks up at your quivering body as he feels your tight walls clenching desperately around his invading tendril. He grinds it deeper, relishing your breathy moans and gasps, the electric current making your body shudder with every caress and thrust.
"Too big? Ha. Your greedy little cunt is taking every inch like it was made for it. Like it was made for me."
He pulls back slightly, then slams the tentacle in deeper. The wet squelching sounds of the violation fill the room, mingling with your increasingly wanton moans and whimpers.
"Listen to yourself, enjoying the feeling of being so ruthlessly defiled. You can't deny your true nature Y/N. You're a weak and disposable creature. I've seen how you go out of your way to try and care about me. How you act so..."selfless" and "considerate" when forced to tend to me knowing damn well it was all only to delude yourself into believing you were making a difference. Tell me, was it tiring?"
Tendrils squeeze your breasts harder, the electric shocks making your nipples stiffen into aching peaks. Another then pushes into your mouth, silencing your cries and leaving you gasping around the slick intrusion.
"It must have been exhausting. Pretending like you actually cared so much. Did you enjoy your little charade? Was it nice pretending like you weren't worth less than the dirt on my shoes because you were "helping "?"
Scaramouche's voice is a dark, lustful growl as he crosses his arms and continues to watch as his tentacles ruin you. The tendril pistoning into your cunt speeds up, the electric shocks growing stronger, pushing you closer and closer to a reluctant release.
"Come for me, Y/N. Come on my tentacles like the wanton slut you are. You wanted something like this right? To be seen and "loved"? Well let go then."
As Scara speaks, another tentacle snakes down to your puckered rear entrance. It teases the tight ring of muscle, the electric current making it relax. Slowly it pushes inside, stretching your virgin hole around the slick invader.
"Such a tight little asshole... I will enjoy breaking this in as well. You'll be my perfect little fuck toy, ready and eager for me at all times. How does that sound?"
The tentacle in your mouth begins fucking deeper into your throat, making you gag and choke a little. The one in your ass pushes deeper, stretching you impossibly further now as everything borders on pleasure and pain now in an overwhelming way.
"That's it, just like that. Take it all. Take every inch, every inch of my desire. You'll learn to crave this, to need this, to be nothing but a set of holes for me to fill and use. I'll give you a purpose. A reason to exist. Just like you always wanted."
Scaramouche's eyes blaze with sadistic lust as he watches you try to writhe and struggle, your body shaking with unwanted pleasure, your mind clouding with shame and need. He knows he has you now, knows that he can shape you, mold you, ruin you for all others.
And it's driving him insane.
You had caught his attention long ago but of course you were too stupid to notice. You always thought his tentacles were just being "aggressive". No. He had been trying to get you to say something to him. But every time you just stared at him, gave him a stupid little tray of food that he didn't even need. And then just left.
You couldn't blame him for getting a little frustrated and impatient. You had practically forced him to make the first move here.
A couple of minutes went by and suddenly you feel something else being stuffed into your stretched cunt alongside the enormous tentacle already buried inside.
Two smaller and practically microscopic sized tentacles wiggle in and begin to tease your cervix opening. Slowly coaxing their way into your womb as you feel yourself climaxing from the intrusion.
The tentacles writhe and squirm in your womb, painting your inner walls with their slick, tingling essence.
You suddenly feel a deep pressure as something is pumped directly into your womb. You wince and cum again as Scara begins to forcibly impregnates you with his offspring yet instead of your earlier nervousness or shame, you now feel oddly at ease. As if your new reality finally set in for you.
It was kinda enjoyable.
Scaramouche chuckles darkly as he feels your womb trying instinctively to reject his eggs. But the tendrils hold fast, forcing the small yet soft jelly-like lavender eggs deeper, stretching your most intimate space to its limits.
You had finally accepted your place it seemed. Utilizing your body's full potential from here would be far more easy with you now more willing to endure the process and transformation.
The tendrils continue their relentless assault, pumping more and more of the eggs into you, each one a cruel mockery of a seed, a promise of the countless times he will fill you after this as well. You had one purpose now. To be used, bred like a bitch in heat. All for the singular goal of birthing a new army for Scaramouche and his future plans.
You were important for this reason alone.
"Welcome to your new life, mortal. Welcome to eternity as my personal fuck toy, my breeding bitch, my eternal plaything. And you will love every moment of it. I promise."
A few hours pass and your belly swells quickly. During this short incubation period Scara manages to stretch your holes even further almost to the point of beyond recognition. Three tentacles now thrusted in and out of your ruined asshole and Scara had decided to reposition you both to keep an eye on you and to jam another thick tentacle deep into your pussy and continue to ravage it while he silently marveled at your swollen belly from where he now stood over you.
His hands roam possessively over the stretched skin of your stomach. He can feel the eggs he's planted inside you, each one a testament to his dark triumph, a promise of the future that he envisioned where he was untouchable by absolutely anyone. God or human alike.
"Look at you, already so round and full. And this is only the beginning, my dear. I will fill you again and again, until you know nothing but the feeling of carrying my offspring."
He leans down, his lips brushing against the taut skin of your stomach, his voice a dark, mocking murmur.
"Such an easy bitch to breed, so quick to take my eggs, to let them take root inside you. I knew from the moment I saw you that you were meant to be my incubator, my vessel. And now, here you are, already looking like a proper mother~"
The tentacles continue their relentless assault, stretching you impossibly further, The one now sucking on your clit pulses in time with your racing heartbeat, pushing you to yet another orgasm.
More tendrils move to your heavy, aching breasts again, squeezing and kneading the swollen flesh. They latch onto your nipples, suckling greedily, the electric currents making milk drip faster as it's quickly consumed.
More time goes by. You aren't sure how much exactly but then.
You feel movement in your belly and an uncomfortable shift as the eggs begin to hatch within you. The tentacles in your pussy immediately slide free and smaller ones seize your battered lips before rudely pulling on them to reveal your now loose and sloppy canal in its entirety.
Within seconds a small writhing indigo tentacle pushes its way out of your cervix and begins its descent.
Scaramouche's eyes widen with a fevered, manic light as he watches the first of his offspring emerge and fall to the floor with a small thud. He leans in closer, his breath coming faster as he watches the next little and writhing indigo tentacle push its way out, covered in fluids and its own natural secretions, a grotesque parody of a newborn.
"Look at that... your womb was actually able to grow these things without issue, your body has given life to my creation. I knew I made no mistake when I chose you for this."
The tentacles in your ass begins to writhe and pulse at that moment, easily pulling free from your body to make room for more of the "children " to emerge. Within seconds they start slipping out of your abused holes like nightmarish serpents and forming a horrific pile beneath your deflated body. Their movements are jerky and erratic, their beautiful flesh glistening in the dim light as they slowly start to slither up your legs in search of the warmth they once knew moments ago.
"Such a good mother, so efficient in your purpose. I knew from the moment I saw you that you were meant for this. And now, look at you... a true incubator, an ideal vessel for what is to come."
Scaramouche reaches down, his fingers brushing against the writhing mass of tentacles, stroking them like a proud parent would a newborn. They pulse and twitch at his touch, as if recognizing their creator, their master.
"They will be the first of many, the vanguard of a new age, a new era of power and dominance."
Your belly continues to churn from inside, more of the eggs hatching, more of the small tentacle creatures slipping out to join their brethren. The floor quickly fills with their jerking, twisting forms, a nightmarish scene.
Scaramouche's maniacal laughter then rings out, echoing off the walls, a sound of pure, unhinged joy at his dark triumph. He knows that he has won. Because with this plan now in action, no one would be able to oppose him for long.
And the world would be his for the taking.
#genshin impact#wanderer#smut#genshin impact smut#genshin smut#genshin wanderer#wanderer x female reader#wanderer smut#wanderer x reader#genshin kabukimono#scaramouche x reader#scara x reader#scaramouche smut#scaramouche#genshin scara#scara
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Yandere!Mikey W/ BabyTrapped!S/O
MINORS DNI WARNINGS: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR, STOCKHOLM SYNDROME, PHYSICAL VIOLENCE, BABY TRAPPING
MANJIRO (MIKEY) SANO
He swears up and down you're an ungrateful bitch. At one point, he'd never say that to your face but as his world kept getting colder and darker Manjiro had become a more aggressive and cruel version of his former self.
God forbid he let you go and end this torment for the both of you. But misery loves company and he likes to think he loves making you miserable. The truth that you're too hurt to see and he's too in denial to accept is that he loves you too much to let you go. Mikey needs you to save him from himself and all you want is for somebody to save you from him.
So now you're trapped. He keeps you in a nice apartment with everything you need or want, not like that will keep you from feeling cooped up and trapped.
The isolation isn't even the worst part. Its his bipolar mood swings. He goes from pretending you don't exist to venting all his anger out on you. Whether that's through sex, insults, intimidation or on the very rare occasion violence, always varies.
That all changed when he found out you were pregnant. Suddenly he's back to being soft and gentle with you. Mikey had turned into some kind of unfeeling and abusive monster then somehow went back to being normal? No he was... so much more compassionate.
Rubbing soft circles into your muscles like he hadn't left bruises on that very same skin only a few months prior. He speaks with such tender care and love like he didn't used to spit how worthless you are. He looks at you like you're the answer to the universe like you're the most precious thing on the planet. Like you could break him.
It makes sense then that the complete 180 had nothing to do with you and everything to do with your baby. The one you didn't even get to decide to have. You honestly aren't even sure if you love it or not.
The sad thing is that the only feelings of affection you have for the growing life inside of you is actually just lingering emotions that this new version of Mikey is bringing up.
A sick ugly part of you believes that maybe this means there's hope for you two yet. That you could use this baby as a chance to pull Mikey out of his insanity. Like you could have a normal life and family together.
The logical part of you tells you that you're sick and demented if you honestly think love and care can fix what's been broken. Its like you're making excuses for a version of him that's been dead a long time.
His criminal empire is too huge for him to back away from, and you know that Mikey will become even more unhinged if his precious child is ever put in danger.
But he's been so careful with you. Attentive to your needs and comforts and just... relaxed when caring for you during your pregnancy. Like it's what he's meant to do.
Maybe its because he's soo sidetracked that he forgets to secure locks. That's why when you get up to go to the bathroom and find the door open that you're gunning for freedom.
You make it one waddled sprint to the door and feel your feet abruptly stop by the foot hold. Mikey's big and child like eyes enter your mind and you find yourself frozen.
Every terrible thing he's done or said runs through your head all at once. "I didn't mean to." "I won't ever hurt you again." "Quit actin' like you're in pain, Y/N. I barely even touched you." "You're fucking worthless." "You mean the world to me." "I could replace you in a heartbeat." "I can't live without you." "You'd die without me." "I love you."
You should leave. But you can't. You can't find it in yourself to leave all these demons behind. One in particular needs you. Loves you. How could you ever be so selfish as to throw that all away? Whose going to love him when you're gone?
He finds you like that at dawn. When its too cold in the bed and his hands aren't holding your belly. His baby. Mikey is out of breath when he catches you just standing there at the threshold. You look how he feels. Ice-cold.
How long have you just been standing there? For one ugly second he thinks of breaking your legs. Snapping the bone in his hands and choking you when you try to scream. But then his eyes travel to your belly and he bites back those dark urges.
Mikey needs you. He loves you. Both of you. He won't hurt you. Not anymore.
He's gently guiding you back inside wrapping his shaking arms around you and resting an unsteady palm to your stomach. Like physically feeling the bump there will bring calm to his beating heart. He hates the shell shocked look on your face, stress is bad for the baby.
Don't worry. Mikey will take care of everything. He just needs you back inside your gilded cage nice and safe. Forever.
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HUH???? what. WHAT. screams clutches chest falls over
#staig..STAIG..#staig makes me so unwell i actually need to be like institutionalized. I HATE THEM!!! THEYRE SO. GOD.#side note this was like. quite possibly the best storylined staig fic ive EVER read. READ IT.#fic: think of you from time to time by dadvans (orphan account) on ao3#staig#south park#HOLDS HIS HEAD IN HIS HANDS LIKE!!! i could actually die.
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HUSK, Hotel Bartender & Concierge | 1x04 - Masquerade
"Oh, I FORGOT â you're the wise-old bartender who's seen it all! Get the fuck over yourself and pour me a real drink."
#hazbin hotel#husk#husk hazbin hotel#hazbin husk#hazbin hotel edit#masquerade#my gifs#character spotlight#Certified Redemption âď¸#hello hi i'm in love with the kitty man like actually#he NEEDS more screentime in s2 in fact he needs his own episode#PLS PLS she confirmed that we're gonna get to know some (but not all) of the character's backstories in s2 PLEASE LET HUSK BE ONE OF THEM#I'LL ACTUALLY DIE THANK YOU#alright i'm coming back to these tags to point stuff out#first off - the fact that he closes his eyes and shakes his head and reaches up to hold his suspenders before offering actual help#physically hyping himself up to lend a hand even though his whole thing is having an empty shell of a heart - apparently.#AAAAAA#but ALSO#holding his suspenders - self soothing gesture possibly? he knows lending a hand could give way to vulnerability on his end regardless if h#even shares personal information about himself or not - at the BARE MINIMUM he is saying ''look. i care a little. okay?'' by even OFFERING#help to begin with. AND OTHER THING!!!!!!!#the fact that he himself bitched and moaned earlier that episode about how EVERYONNEEE likes to bitch to the bartender#and he talks about how he knows everything about everyone seemingly against his better wishes#it's all part of the job he's forced to do#so you could also look at him shaking his head as a way for him to literally ''shake off'' that attitude because again. HE CARES.#even if it's just a little.#then GODDDDD his reaction to angel breaking down. the way he softens. his ears go down. he looks to the ground.#his ''old crusty heart'' was actually touched - not in the happy way of course. it was pain. struck with sympathy and remorse.#LISTEN I LOVE THIS GOD DAMN CAT OKAY
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(THE BOOK OF BILL SPOILERS!!)
Thinking about Billâs appearance at the end of the bookâŚ
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[ID: BIll when confronting the Axolotl. He is shown in white silhouette, hovering in space, hovering neutrally. Notably, he has a massive crack running through his body, splitting him into multiple pieces, some of which are coming apart. /end ID]
When confronting the Axolotl, Bill is broken. The Axolotl even notes this: "Shattered, broken, not yet dead."
(Which, side note, makes me think Bill might have been lying about having been "kicked out of Hell," if he didn't actually die in Stan's head.)
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[ID: Three pictures of Bill in the Theraprism. The first one shows him holding his hand against the side of his head in a dazed expression, sitting in a chair in a white padded room between a wizard with a clock for a face and Saturn (taken directly from the painting Saturn Devouring His Son). The second is a camera recording of him wearing an orange jumpsuit and kneeling in a cell, surrounded by arts and crafts tools, holding a pair of scissors, and beaming his thoughts frantically into a book. The third shows a mugshot of him staring blankly into the camera, his own name written on coded text below him. In all three images, he has a glowing scar where the cracks were, and is in one piece. /end ID]
When he's shown in the Theraprism, we see a glowing, static-y scar where the cracks were. The scar crosses his entire body (and even crosses to the other side of his eye without affecting it!), but he's actually whole, keeping himself together.
But then...
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[ID: Two pictures of Bill from the last pages of the book. In the first one he is facing forward and holding up one finger, his eye reddened, his entire form glitching, and his crack is notably worse than prior, cracking through his eye, multiple smaller pieces drifting away. In the second one he is staring blankly at the viewer, his arms hanging limply, his eye wide and blank, the crack worse than the previous image, with more pieces floating away. /end ID]
In the last few pages, we see the scar is gone and the cracks are back, and even more of him is breaking away, including parts of his eye. It's especially bad in the last image, with even more pieces of him breaking away.
Also noteworthy is that the static texture behind him seems to be the same as the blood sample the US government took from him in the 1940s. He's bleeding.
We know from context that these images are meant to be taken somewhat chronologically. After dying (or nearly dying), Bill seeks out the Axolotl, who sends him to the Theraprism. While there, he writes the journal that he's beaming to us. The staff at the Theraprism catch onto this, and allow him to write out the last few pages, meaning those last few pages are chronologically the last of Bill we see.
This means that, after the events of the show, Bill was shattered... and then, upon entering the Theraprism, started to heal, his body coming together and scars forming... but at some point afterward, he started breaking apart again.
I'd made a post previously about Bill's development, how he views himself as a monster after the Euclidian Disaster, and how he continues to act monstrous afterward (and winds up agonizingly lonely as a result). I didn't really touch on this in the post, but I feel like after inadvertently destroying his home dimension...
Bill never left the denial phase of grief.
I could be wrong on this, but I get the feeling that part of his reason for acting monstrous toward just about everybody is because he sees himself as a monster, because "this is just how I am" is easier to accept than "I really really screwed up."
Bringing this back to his shattering... It's interesting to me that after entering the Theraprism, his body is scarring, which means it is healing. But then, at the end, as he's signing off the book, he's shattered again, and looking even worse than he did when talking to the Axolotl. When talking this over with a friend, they pointed out something that struck me:
Bill does not want to heal.
Healing means having to actually think through what happened. It means having to confront his past, confront destroying his home dimension, confront the harm he caused to others, confront the fact that he did not have to be this way.
And he refuses to do that.
He refuses to heal.
#bill cipher#gravity falls#the book of bill#the book of bill spoilers#i want to gnaw on things after writing this analysis
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I Only Bleed For Him
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dragon!sylus x fem!reader
summary: amidst the blooming flowers in tarus city, the dragon claims his beloved.
cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, smut, a smidge of fluff, angst, kissing, loss of virginity, oral sex, p in v, possessive sex, blood, claiming bites, mating, knotting, soulmates, canon compliant death
wc: 4.5k
a/n: the way the myth cards just keep getting depressing :( there will be another chapter after this fic, but it'll be in the actual timeline! also not very confident in my angst writing abilities, but hopefully y'all enjoy!! <3
also on ao3!
âYou know, Tarus City can have flowers bloom everywhere, as far as the eye can see. But only for one person.â
Sylusâ voice is a soft murmur, his hands caressing your waist as he holds you tighter against him. Your heart lurches uncomfortably, fingers brushing across his cheek and the hard, black scale that lays fused to his skin.
âWhat if we stayed here?â you whisper, peering into his crimson eyes.
âWould you be able to sate yourself?â Sylus asks in return, his claws brushing through your hair gently.
You avert your gaze, cheek pressing against his chest as you stare at the swaying carmine flowers in the soft breeze. Sylusâ heart is steady, the soothing sound of thrumming coupled with the motions of his claws nearly enough to lull you to sleep.
His question holds value. Revenge threatens to pull you apart at the seams, the desire for chaos rearing its ugly head. You want more, you always want more and Sylus gives it to you willingly. Your selfish desires will be the downfall of the Fiend, you think, hands tightening into fists.Â
Yet, there is so much more to do. So much to take from those that had taken from you. Resentment makes you tremble, the Sacred Judicatorâs words ringing clear in your mind.Â
The Sorceress has been judged.Â
You could laugh at the thought if you werenât so angry. Some sorceress you were, powerless and yet put before the Court of Justitia as a traitor for trying to protect the statue of a dragon.Â
Angry tears prick at your eyes, teeth gritting together only to be drawn out of your wrathful thoughts by the press of Sylusâ lips against your clenched fists, his claws unfurling your clenched fingers.
âJust like the day we met,â Sylus murmurs, his gaze trained on you, âsuch hatred and defiance.â
You swallow the lump in your throat when he kisses your palms.
âBeauty,â he whispers against your skin, âand resentment, little sorceress. They make you my precious, most finest treasure.â
âI donât want to think about the Legion,â you reply, voice trembling, âI want them gone, Sylus.â
âPluck them out one by one,â Sylus says, his hand caressing your cheek, âbut another will replace those gone. Their roots run deep, weeds that refuse to die, marring the world around them.â
You sigh, eyes fluttering shut as you lean into the warmth of his hand, the rough scales scratching your skin gently.
âI shall burn Justitia to the ground,â you grit out, eyes burning with determination, âI will make them all regret and spite them into contrition, bring them to their knees and- and-â
Sylus laughs, his expression soft as he peers up at you. âYou speak sharply, little sorceress. Your fire and spirit matches my own.â
âBecause I am your other half,â you mumble, pouting slightly as you feel your anger subside the more Sylus caresses you.Â
âYou are,â Sylus affirms, âbearer of my soul, my other half. Only you could be worthy enough.â
A light flush covers your cheeks before you hide again, nosing into his cheek. You can feel the warmth of his soul inside of you as your eyes shut, lungs expanding as you suck in a deep breath, the scent of the dragon clouding your senses.
Burnt embers and a soft sweetness make you whine, body squirming as you try and press yourself closer to him, your fingers caressing his horns.
âCareful,â Sylus grunts, his claws tightening around your waist when he feels the brush of your fingers against the base of his horns.
You can feel the slight jump of his hips, your gaze lifting to find his brows drawn together, eyes squeezed shut.
âDoes it hurt?â you ask worriedly, fingers pausing.
âHardly,â he replies, his eyes opening again, âI am simply⌠sensitive.â
You hum, head tilting to kiss his cheek as your fingers resume their stroking and caressing. Sylus makes a small noise and you relish in it, peppering kisses here and there, across his cheeks and over the large scales.
A delighted sound escapes you when you hear what you think is something akin to a purr. Sylusâ cheeks tint with a light pink and you smile against his cheek, ears straining to listen again when he rumbles gently, his head tilting as he pushes up into the caress of your hand.
âLike a mountain cat,â you tease, tracing the slope of his nose when he purrs again, feeling his claws twitch against your hips.
âDo not use my gifts against me,â Sylus grouses, despite the pleased rumble of his chest.
âI enjoyed them,â you reply, fingers running through his hair leisurely, âif only we could go back.â
âWe will,â Sylus promises, his eyes flickering open, âI shall make sure of it.â
You smile wistfully. Going back to the cavern held more challenges than worth risking. Bitterness makes your smile waver, but you brush the thought away, content to at least be given this moment of reprieve.
âWe will,â you repeat after him.
Neither of you mention the emptiness of the promise. The damp coldness of the chapel latches onto you and Sylus is the only one able to make it dissipate, his claws tracing over the curve of your cheek.
You cling to him, nose brushing against his gently.
âI love you.â
Sylusâ chest rumbles in response, his head tilting as he presses his lips to yours. The curl of his tail around you holds you to him, his hands kneading at your hips as you kiss him. Itâs slow and syrupy, both of your souls intertwining and interlocking in the sweet musk of the flower fields.Â
You can feel the pull of your soul towards him, how your body yearns for more of him, the tendrils of your very being try to claw through gaps of your ribs and pierce his chest. Youâd let him hold you in the glowing stone embedded in his chest if it were possible.
âSo this is what it means to love,â Sylus murmurs, his lips brushing over yours with every word he speaks, âperhaps mortals are wiser than I thought.â
You laugh, arms wrapping around his neck when he rolls you both over, your back pressing into the soft grass.
âOnly some mortals,â you correct, smiling when his teeth bite onto the tips of your gloves, pulling them free from your hands, rings and all.
Sylusâ skin is warm when you touch him again, truly for the first time. His eyes flutter shut, savouring the sensation of your skin against his before he lowers his head, kissing you again.
âI wish to claim you, my beloved,â he breathes out, trailing hot kisses down your neck, âwill you let me?â
âYes,â you sigh, your own eyes slipping shut, âyes, Sylus.â
Sylusâ tail sways behind him, the pointed tip brushing across the skin of your leg before his claws join the midst, dragging down your thighs gently. You gasp, the unfamiliar sensation making you squirm as he begins to undo your dress.
You help him, sitting up as he pulls it over your head, his claws ripping through the delicate fabric despite his tentativeness. You donât pay it any mind, cupping his cheeks to pull him down into a slow kiss, feeling his body hover over you, his tail wrapping around your waist.
The sharp spikes dig into your skin, making your body seize with discomfort until the repeated brush of Sylusâ lips over yours soothes away the nervousness.
Your panties are ripped away too, the fabric laying in tatters in Sylusâ palm. He frowns when he stares at his claws, and you reach for his hand, lips pressing against his knuckles gently.
âIt doesnât bother me,â you whisper.
âIt should,â Sylus murmurs, his gaze dipping as he stares at you laying bare before him.Â
He can see the mark of his fangs in your neck, the subtle scent of your blood setting his senses alight. You belong here, Sylus thinks, his eyes darkening as he sees the rise and fall of your chest, the pebbling of your nipples in the cooling breeze.Â
An undying flame blooming amidst a field of lesser flowers.Â
If only he could keep you here. Â
The flicker of emotion in Sylusâ eyes makes you uncomfortable and you kiss his knuckles again, lips pressing against the hard scales firmly. He sighs, his hand flexing in your grip, his tail drawing you closer as he kisses your forehead.
You can hear his breath hitch when you fumble with his trousers, undoing the various buckles to have him bare before you as you are before him.
âGreedy mortal,â he murmurs, gripping your chin to plant a kiss to your lips.
âYou already knew that,â you smile faintly, nipping his lower lip playfully.
Sylus rumbles, his body shifting to remove his clothing. You swallow when you see the heavy hang of his thick cock. The tip glistens and you squeeze your thighs shut, trying to quell the dull ache that has settled inside of you.
âIt- it is different from mortal men,â you mumble, head tilting curiously as you stare at the base of his cock.
âI am a dragon,â Sylus supplies drily, his hand wrapping around his cock.
You watch, mesmerised as he pumps his cock with his clawed hand, brows furrowing when you see the slight swell at the base of his cock, above his heavy balls.
âA knot,â he explains, moving his cock to show you the swell of it a little better, a low hiss leaving him when you reach out to touch it hesitantly. âIt- hah- it is useful for mating.â
It gives a little under your prodding, wetness pooling between your thighs at the sight of it. You try to wrap your fingers around it, but the tips of your fingers hardly touch, Sylus letting out a growl at the sight.
âI want it,â you whisper, blinking up at him, âI- I want you to mate me, and- and I want that.â You point to his knot.
Sylus lets out a hoarse laugh, his clawed hand coming up to caress your cheek.Â
âAnd you shall have it when I claim you. AlthoughâŚâ he pauses for a moment, his expression becoming slightly flustered, âI have never claimed anyone before.â
âOh,â you flush with him, averting your gaze. âI have never been claimed before.â
Sylus sucks in a sharp breath, his nose nudging against yours gently as he plants a soft kiss to your lips. âMy first and my last.â
You have to blink away the tears that begin to brim in your eyes, your arms wrapping around his neck tightly. Sylus kisses the side of your head, his body descending further down your body.
Soft noises leave you as he places reverent kisses along the length of your body, his tongue flicking at your nipple experimentally, carmine eyes peering up to watch your reaction carefully. When you gasp, Sylus hums, his mouth opening wider to envelop your breast with his mouth.
Your fingers delve into his soft hair, back arching as you push your breast further into his mouth, his hot saliva making your skin shine. The flowers around you sway, unbothered by the act of intimacy, Sylusâ clawed fingers pinching at your nipple lightly.
He groans when you jerk under him, mouthing at the sides of your breast, pressing wet kisses here and there, tongue swirling over your areolas before granting each nipple a soft kiss.
âYou respond well, beloved,â Sylus whispers, beginning to lave over one of your areolas again, seemingly taken with the way you twitch whenever his teeth graze your nipples.
âIt- it feels good,â you whine, your thighs sticky with slick.
âThen perhaps I ought to do the same here,â he murmurs thoughtfully, pulling back to pry apart your thighs.
Translucent strings of slick cling to your thighs and the folds of your pussy, Sylusâ head lowering to get a better look.
âSo delicate, little sorceress,â he whispers, his claws pulling apart your puffy folds to find your glistening pussy. âA bud,â Sylus continues, the flat of his scaled finger brushing your swollen clit tentatively, âlike a flower.â
A needy whimper escapes you, hips bucking up under his exploratory touch. Itâs nothing like when you used to touch yourself in the privacy of your small room within the walls of Justitia. Sylusâ touch is rough, textured, heightening the feeling that makes your clit pulse with want.
âPlease,â you beg breathily, fingers reaching out to grasp his horns, âplease, I- I need more.â
âBut I am not yet done,â Sylus replies, peering up at you to watch the expression on your face when he rubs your clit more firmly.
âSylus!â you whine, âthe ache is too much!â
The dragon between your thighs huffs out an amused breath, the hot air making you shiver.
âSo demanding,â he sighs, leaning forward to kiss your clit. âAlthough I do enjoy seeing you so⌠uninhibited, beloved.âÂ
You push his head towards your cunt, growing impatient, although being careful not to jostle his horns too much. Sylus groans when he tastes you for the first time, his rough tongue gliding through your wet folds.
A gasp leaves you when he flicks his tongue against your clit, a tremor settling through your bones as you writhe atop the grass. Sylus holds you in place, a pleased purr sounding as he nuzzles deeper into the wetness of your cunt, his tongue lapping and laving over the velvety flesh of your pussy.
âOh,â you breathe out, eyes squeezing shut when you feel the dig of his claws into your flesh, coupled with his mouth on your pussy, âS- Sylus, oh yes.â
Sylus hums into your cunt, his tongue swirling around your clit, collecting your slick into his mouth, drinking it down as if it were the very essence of your soul.
âYou taste sweet, my little love,â Sylus rasps, his claws pulling apart your folds so he can prod at your aching hole, feeling the needy clench of it around his tongue when he presses it in. âSweeter than any wine I have ever tasted.â
âYou- nghh- you exaggerate,â you mewl, tugging at his hair gently, your fingers stroking the base of his horns.
Sylus shudders, his head tipping forward into your touch. âI do not,â he growls, nipping at your thigh in a show of disagreement. âI would keep you on my mouth every night if you allowed me and drive you mad with pleasure.â
You smile hazily when you hear his words, hips rolling up to meet his mouth when he sucks your clit into his mouth, his tongue stroking across the swollen bud lazily.
âAre we not already mad?â
âPerhaps we are,â Sylus responds, his hips grinding into the clothes beneath him. âBut I should be glad to be mad with you.â
A soft, content sigh leaves you as you lose yourself in the sensation of his tongue. It swirls through your folds, presses into your cunt every so often whenever Sylus loses interest in your clit for a brief moment.
He never strays far however, his chest rumbling with his own contentedness as he buries his face deeper into your cunt, breathing in your scent. Sylus sucks at your clit with renewed fervor when he feels the tensing of your thighs against his claws.
âI can feel you, little love,â Sylus rasps, his voice low and rumbling. âCome undone on my tongue.â He presses an affectionate kiss to your clit before latching his mouth onto it more firmly.
âSy- Sylus,â you whimper, legs beginning to jerk as the pleasure grows.
He growls into your pussy, his mouth working faster, tongue swirling and slurping until you have no choice but to cum. You cry out, his name leaving you in disjointed syllables, heavy pants breaking your cries.
Your thighs squeeze around his head, until his tail wraps around one of your legs, pulling you open so he can drink from you until sated. Overstimulation makes you sensitive, whimpers and whines leaving you as you pull at his horns.
âIt is too much,â you mewl, âI- I cannot-â
âYou can,â Sylus murmurs, spreading you open wider, exposing you completely, âyou will for me.â
The dragon devours you again, his fangs sinking deep into the flesh of your thigh. Your blood and slick mixes together and Sylus feels as though he is being torn apart from within, your taste heating his own blood until he can no longer hold back.
You cum again on his tongue, back arching before you writhe violently, fingers grasping for anything and everything, uprooting the flowers nearby as you attempt to gain some semblance of stability.
Sylus gives you some reprieve, his tongue lapping over your puffy pussy gently, his lips pressing against your clit and the mark his teeth have left on your inner thigh.
He rises up to find you limp, unable to stop the shudders that jerk through your body from the immense pleasure.
âLittle love?â he murmurs, a claw tapping against your cheek.
A pout makes your lips jut out when you blink up at him blearily, brows furrowing into a glare. Sylus smiles, his head dipping to brush a sweet kiss to your cheek.
âYou are beautiful,â Sylus says, his hand stroking over your hair soothingly, claws running through your hair.
âI want to do the same,â you whisper, your hand reaching down between your bodies to find his cock. âI want you in my mouth.â
Itâs harder than before, pre-cum smeared across the tip, warm globs dripping onto your stomach. You wrap your hand around him, squirming around in an attempt to get onto your knees.
âAnother time,â Sylus murmurs, stopping you from getting closer to his cock, his tongue licking into your mouth.
âNow,â you demand, blinking up at him, still a little dazed. âNow, Sylus.â
âAnother time,â Sylus repeats firmly, his lips descending upon yours again.
âThere- there will be no other time!â you protest, peering up at him desperately, your lower lip trembling.
You only speak the truth, and it angers you. The cruelty of fate has begun to wrap its remorseless fingers around your heart, squeezing and squeezing until you feel your heart give, clenching painfully.
âNever say that!â Sylus snaps suddenly, his hands cupping your cheeks. He presses himself against you, forehead touching yours. âThere will-â thereâs a tremor in his voice, âthere will be another time. Always.â
How many more lies will you both tell yourselves?Â
You bite back the sob building in your throat, crushing the sense of helplessness by pulling Sylus closer and pressing your lips against his feverishly.Â
The dragon grips you harder, his tail winding around you tightly, holding you to him as he returns your kisses.
âTake me,â you beg when he lays you down again, âSylus, claim me, please.â
âI will,â he hushes your cries with a kiss, âI will, little love. You will be by my side till the end of time.â
Sylus grasps his cock, breathing heavily, your panting breaths mixing together. He notches his cock against your drenched cunt, pushing in slowly. You both share a moan, his face pressing into the crook of your neck. The scales dig into your skin, his claws digging into your hips deeper, pain flaring across your skin.
Itâs enough to distract you from the rampant thoughts of loss however, your mind clouding with every inch of Sylusâ cock that sinks into you.
âSo- so tight,â he grunts out, his hips moving slowly.
You can feel his knot, slipping in and out of you, tugging on the edges of your cunt every now and again with how swollen itâs become. His cock splits you open, your soft moans sounding into the vast flower field as you reach up, hugging him to you.
Sylus thinks you sound as sweet as the scent of the blooming flowers.
He lowers his body, his weight almost crushing you but you need this, need him as close as possible to convince yourself that this is happening.
âMore,â you whimper, pressing sloppy kisses to his jaw, âruin me, take me apart.â
âYou- hah-â Sylusâ eyes squeeze shut when he feels the tight clench of your cunt around his cock, âyou mustnât say such things.â
âAnd yet,â you whimper, dazed eyes finding his, âand yet, oh- I desire- ngh- it desperately.â
âIf that is what you wish,â he whispers, kissing your forehead gently.
You moan loudly, the wanton sounds mixing with his low groans and growls when he swirls his hips, cock pressing into you deeper. His heavy balls slap against your ass, both of you uncaring of the lewd sounds as he thrusts his hips in and out of you, cock driving in deep.
Sylusâ knot sinks into place with each deep, rolling thrust he gives you, popping out whenever he draws his hips back. Youâre slurring, hardly able to see him properly, clinging to him, legs wrapping around his waist.
He grunts, shifting your legs higher, away from the sharp, spiked scales that line his tails.Â
They say the dragon is dangerous, the epitome of sin and yet he cares for you dearly, his lips trailing across your skin with such reverence that makes your body ache.
âYou are mine,â Sylus growls, his carmine eyes glowing as he peers down at you. âEvery inch of you, half of your soul, it is all mine.â
âYours!â you hiccup, the pleasure making you feel numb, âalways yours!â
Sylus moans deeply, and your hazy eyes catch the frantic sway of his tail behind him, his hips snapping harder and faster, your pussy struggling to accommodate and keep up with the ever-swelling knot at the base of his cock.
The sheer feral nature that seems to take over your dragon has you whining, a sharp scream leaving you when you feel his fangs bite into the still healing wound on your neck.
Blood flows freely from the bite and Sylus growls at the taste, losing his grip before tightening again. His claws prick at your thighs and hips, drawing more blood until itâs smeared across your skin. Your skin is just as red as the flowers in the field.
Your nails rake down his back, feeling driven wild by pain and ecstasy. Your own teeth sink into his shoulder, a soft whimper escaping you.
âBite,â Sylus rasps, his hand on the back of your head, urging your teeth to sink in deeper, âharder, little love, harder.â
And you do bite. You mewl as you sink your teeth into the flesh of his shoulder, his blood wetting your tongue and lips and the taste is intoxicating. Your mind swirls as you feel the harsh thrust of his cock bullying inside of you over and over again, tongue lapping at the marks your teeth have left on his shoulder.
You can taste his blood and you can feel the searing pain and you- this- this is real.
This is real. This is real. This is real.
Your mind chants the affirmation as you tell it to yourself firmly, biting harder into him as your nails dig into his shoulders.
âTake it, beloved,â Sylus whispers hoarsely, pressing his face back into the crook of your neck, âtake my cock and my knot. Let me claim you.â
âW- wait,â you begin to gasp, eyes widening with panic when Sylus manages to bully his cock into your pussy enough, the knot catching finally.Â
You squeak, unable to comprehend the feeling of being plugged up so full. Itâs entirely too swollen to pop free, your poor pussy fluttering around the thickness of it. Sylus isnât faring much better, his hips jerking and halting when he feels the clench of your cunt, and how his knot has practically held you both in place.
âYes,â he snarls, low and throaty, his hips swaying a little to grind his cock into you. âMine, finally mine, little love.â
The press of his scaled claw against your clit has you screaming again, his name leaving you hoarsely as you cum on his knot. Your orgasm is violent, the tight coil in your lower stomach snapping sharply as you come apart, thighs twitching and body shaking.
Sylus sinks his fangs into your neck again and you cry out, softer this time, holding him to your neck and letting him lap at your blood.
He shudders, the taste of your blood coupled with the feel of your fluttering walls around his knot making his cock jerk and balls clench. Sylus cums with a throaty roar, his claws landing on either side of you as he hunches over.
Pleasure racks through his body whilst hot, thick cum floods your pussy unable to leak out and instead held in place by his throbbing knot. You whimper, mind feeling syrupy when Sylus rumbles and purrs, nuzzling into your breasts and then your cheeks, another hot load of cum spilling into you when his cock kicks at the squeeze of your cunt.
You kiss him clumsily, motions clouded by the haze of intimacy. Sylus sighs into your mouth, stroking your hair gently. You both lay there, surrounded by flowers, panting and unwinding.
His knot deflates after several minutes, softening cock pulling free. His cum spills out of you and Sylus watches with a frown, wishing his cum would stay stuffed inside of you.
Sylus rolls off of you when you tap his shoulder, his tail curling around you to bring to lay atop him. You donât say anything, face pressing into the crook of his neck.
âYour desires are cruel,â you whisper, feeling his arms tighten around you.
âAs are yours, little love,â Sylus says softly.
You sniffle, pressing a kiss to the steady beat of his pulse just under his jaw before shifting to kiss the glowing stone embedded in his chest.
Sylus shudders, his claws flexing around your skin. You kiss the stone again, beginning to cry when the stoneâs glow begins to dim.
Thereâs a strange chill that makes your skin crawl, the familiar scent of the chapel invading your lungs.
âNo,â you sob, peering up at Sylus, ânot yet, please, please!â
Sylus smiles down at you, his expression forlorn. âI love you,â he says quietly, brushing a kiss to your forehead, sitting up to pull you onto his lap.
âI need more time,â you whisper, kissing him despite the growing coldness in the air. âWe need more time.â
Hope had made you both fools. Sylus had claimed you in a withering graveyard.
Youâre weeping when you ask him the question.
âWill you make the flowers bloom for me, Sylus?â
Your dragon kisses you fiercely.
âAlways.â
Sylusâ emboldened oath is the only memory your fingers can latch onto when the dank atmosphere of the chapel awakens you.
The bell of the chapel rings loudly and you sob, scrabbling at his shoulders, trying to pull Sylus closer. You scream when the Sacred Judicator tears you from Sylus, the pull of his soul tugging violently at your chest.Â
A week later, the dragonâs curse rings true.Â
You no longer feel the warmth of his soul, for your beloved is dead.
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Nanami wants you to ride his face...
It was no secret that Nanami read books. Any kind of book. But sometimes he would read something not so wholesomeâŚ
Laying on the futon of his home office, eyes half lidded, glasses sitting low on his nose. As he reads, his mind wanders to you. His cock growing tighter in his pants, thinking about what it would be like to reciprocate these acts in the bedroom with you. One specific part caught his attention though. His hand absentmindedly wanders down to his hard erection, his mind racing with the thought of you sitting on his face.
A soft knock on his door puts him out of his trance. âWhat would you like for dinner, Ken?â you ask softly from outside the door. Nanami froze. His face reddening as he shuts the book. Not sure if he should be more embarrassed about what he was reading or what he was imagining. He adjusted himself before walking up to the door himself and opening it. He appreciated how you were always respectful of his personal space and knocked.
âOh, hi honeyâŚâ your face brightens as he opens the door. The sight of your smile filled Nanami with love, but it wasnât helping his erection. He doesnât say anything besides wrapping his arms around, bringing you into a tight embrace. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you returned the hug. âSomeone feels a little clingy today?â you chuckle, running your hands over his back.
Nanami burrows his face into your hair. Inhaling your sweet scent he adored. His fingers run over the natural curves of your body, as he presses gentle kisses to your cheek. âI apologize, I feel⌠I need you right now.â Nanami murmurs into your ear, his declaration runs a shiver up your body. The way he was leaning onto you caused you to hold onto his shoulders, exposing your neck to him. He wastes no time in attacking it, placing his âneedyâ kisses on it.
Nanami had many ways he liked to kiss you. You have his sincere kisses when he wants you to know he's there for you and he loves you. Peck on the cheek and hand kisses in public. But your favorite kind he gives you are the ones that always lead to more. Where he becomes a little more flirty, nipping at your skin, digging his teeth in, hands roaming all over your body. Squishing anything he could get his hands on.
Itâs not long before you both stumble into the room, not being able to get your hands and mouths of each other, until Nanami breaks the kiss, his expression now restless, with desire behind those honey-brown eyes. âI have a requestâŚâ he clears his throat. You smile at the way he breaks eye contact with you because heâs nervous. âWhat kind of request?â you bat your eyelashes at him. Nanami swears he could die then and there if he wasnât already embarrassed enough. He walks over to the bed, awkwardly laying flat on it.
âYou want me to ride you?â you laugh at how he just lays down. Nanami shakes his head. âSit. On my face. Please.â he stutters out, giving you a quick glance before he breaks eye contact again, leaving you speechless, this wasnât something you had tried out before. The desire in his eyes told you he was desperate for this. He looked like he was on the verge of getting on his knees and begging you. âWe havenât tried that yetâŚâ you smirk at him, leaning closer to him. âIs that a no?â he looks at you again, eyes urging you to give in.
Nanami couldnât help himself once you were hovering over his face. He takes in your scent, closing his eyes, his nose tickling your entrance. Your breath hitching as you look for something to hold on too, eventually resting your hands on the headboard in front of you. Nanamiâs breath catches in his throat, he could not believe it was actually happening. His hands find purchase on your thighs, groping them like his life depended on it.
âKeep your eyes on me KentoâŚâ You coo as you look down at him. He could moan at just the sound of your voice, he couldnât take it anymore. His eyes lock onto yours, his gaze intense as he begins to worship you with his tongue. Savoring the taste of you, hands roaming all over your hips and ass, devouring your cunt desperately.
The moment you think he is finally satisfied, heâs not. Only pulling you down more on his face, sharp eyes still on you just like you told him. He didnât want to miss anything. Music to his ears the way you say his name like a spell, your victim being him and only him. The way you cried out when he would tease your clit just right. And the way you grind against his face was all he could ever ask for. He could die a happy man right then and there.
âFuckâŚâ you whine, your hand coming down to grip his hair, only driving him more insane. His grunts grow louder as the pleasure and pain mix together delectably. His tongue lapping you up with a new found energy, with confidence you didnât know he could possess. Eager to chase your orgasm so you cream all over his face. His own arousal building up every second you're on his face.
"Oh god Kento⌠i'm so close,â you continue your ministrations on his face. His fingers tightening around your ass. He gazes up at you with the most sexy bedroom eyes filled with adoration and desperation, his just pleading for one chance to watch you fall apart on and all over his face. To make a mess on him. âGo ahead, sweetheartâŚâ he mumbles against your sopping, sensitive cunt.
A cry of ecstasy echoes the room as your orgasm finally takes over your body, holding onto the headboard again to stabilize yourself. The man under you is still lapping up everything you are willing to give him. You continue to grind yourself on his face, riding out your orgasm. Nanamiâs eyes rolling back in complete and utter bliss, your slick coating his chin and cheeks. Waves of pleasure run through your body, your only thought being Nanami. The way he looked under you, making you hot all over again. Intimacy so intense you could burst.
Realization hits you after your orgasm, finally deciding to remove yourself from his face so he wouldnât suffocate. Nanami gasps for air as you lift off him, a small giggle escaping your lips. His chest heaving with the exertion that just happened. His eyes still glazed over with lust, taking in the sight of you.
âSo where did you get this idea from?â you tease him, poking his shoulder.
A dorky smile spreads across his perfect face as he climbs on top of you, meeting you face to face.
âI read about itâŚâ
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You had no idea why out of all the students in your History class, your Orc Professor had chosen you to be his TA. You were nearly failing the class and werenât sure you were really interested in the history of medieval clubs. The class was so not what you were expecting it to be about so your interest had been lost for like, a long time now. He also made you do all this super hard work like grade papers you didnât understand. But hey, it gave you the answers sometimes so it wasnât all bad.
Plus your professor was super freaking hot. You were positive his arms could crush you like a grape and his big squishy pecs could suffocate you. You wanted him so damn bad. So you didnât even really mind all the icky boring work. Especially because when you didnât get something, which was often, heâd come up behind you, his hot breath fanning the shell of your ear, and help work you through it. You wondered what else he could help you work through.
So after class when your professor asks you to help bring a big pile of exams that need grading back over to his house, you of course agree to it. Being in the city, there were barely any people who actually had cars. So you werenât surprised when your Orc Professor leads you out of the school and down to the subway, half the pile of exams in your arms.
But you were surprised about the fact that the subway car was basically full as you both walk in. Just about everybody was standing, holding onto a rail and crowding around each other. You wanted to weep. No way could you carry all these papers for the entire ride.
âBack there, an open seat!â Your Orc Professor points out, though you canât see it. His ginormous height clearly an advantage in situations like this.
A spark of relief shoots through you at his kindness. Hot and sweet? What a combination. But when he takes the seat for himself, you raise a brow. He shifts the papers in his hands and pats one of his thick thighs.
âCâmere and sit on my lap. That way we can both relax for the ride,â he rasps, his demand sending a heat through you.
Your pussy gushes with arousal and the moment you straddle one of his thighs you canât stop yourself from clenching down around nothing. The subway shoots forward a few seconds later and youâre pushed back into your Professorâs chest. His free hand immediately wraps around your wide waist. You try and stay deathly still, face growing red. You shouldnât find this so fucking sexy but you can feel the heat radiating off your pussy and onto his thigh.
If there was any doubt left he could feel your heat it dissipates instantly when your Orc Professor tightens his arm around your plush waist, only to lift his leg, pressing his meaty thigh harder against your pussy. A small moan leaves you, and before you have the chance to die in horror, Orc Professor growls lowly in his chest.
A sharp gasp puffs out of you as your Professor starts bouncing his leg in time with the rapid shaking of the subway car. Each jump of his leg hitting your clit just right. You arch into it, moving in tempo and grinding down on his thigh. Every rock of your hips has waves of pleasure pulsing out from your fat soaked cunt. You can feel yourself leak onto his beige slacks and you relish in the stain thatâll be left when you stand. Leaving your own mark on him in anyway you can.
The subway car rocks, shaking roughly with its speed and it sends your body up and down his rock hard thigh. Your throat aches with the restraint of holding in your moans as you grind your clit roughly into the material that separates you from what you really want. You throw your head back, eyes glazed over in indescribable pleasure and meet his intense and lustful stare. It has your belly tightening and you grind down even harder.
âGo on and cum for me like the pretty little slut you are. Just like I know you do fâme in class,â he purrs in your ear.
Your eyes widen in shock, never realizing he had known what you were doing all those times behind your TAâs desk. How youâd watch him teach, the way his shirt would strain against his muscles, and you couldnât help but touch yourself to the sight. You thought you were so subtle every time you came in class. Guess not.
With his permission, you explode all over his thigh, creating an even bigger mess left on his slacks. Your jaw drops and before you can make a peep your Orc Professor is crashing his mouth against yours in a sloppy kiss that only makes you cum even harder. Body shaking against his you let the waves of ecstasy sweep over you.
The ding of the subway breaks up your kiss and you look up in a daze to see the car unloading passengers who are at their stop. Orc Professor gives a directing pat to your pussy and your body jolts in his arms. He juts his chin forward.
âThis is our stop. Good thing too or I wouldâve had to bend you over and fuck you raw in front of everyone.â
He pulls you up off him, leaving your weak body to fend for itself. You eye the stain on his slacks with pride and stumble after him like a fawn. Glancing around you, you start to wonder what it wouldâve been like if this wasnât your stop and you feel yourself getting all turned on again. Who can blame you when you have the worldâs sexiest Orc Professor?
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i literally cant stop thinkinâ about highschoolbully!gojo who used to be your ride or die âtil he started getting attention from those popular jock type guys who are always assholes to everyone. and him being.. well, him means he preens under attention no matter who itâs from, so naturally he started to gravitate towards that group and their little troop of cheerleading fangirls. and then he started distancing from you and without either of you really realizing it, youâve slipped between the otherâs fingers. but the way he acts towards you makes you think he let you fall without moving a muscle to slow you down.
soon enough, a year swings by and by the end of it heâs gone from your life, save as just another face in the gaggle of boys who make crude jokes and laugh at smart kids and pop milk cartoons during lunch just for the hell of it. but youâre minding your own business, âcause youâre mature enough to realize that people come and go, no matter how close you mightâve been and you think itâs unfortunate that so many memories could be thrown aside in a blink of an eye, but it makes a lot of sense when you walk past satoru and his friends bullying some random kid. you donât know him, but youâve heard enough to realize itâs his girlfriend satoruâs flirting with while his âgangâ kick at the kid. and itâs sickening, but you donât say anything when you walk by.
and when you donât ever see the kid afterward and catch the dark eyebags under his girlfriendâs eyes, you come to the cruel realization that satoru isnât the boy whoâd bandage the scrape on your knee you got from tripping in the playground or buy you a soda because heâs noticed your sweat when you were walking home and you donât have any money left on you.
itâs a glass half empty, half full type of situation. on the one hand, you donât have him anymore. on the other hand, you donât have him anymore. that is, you lost your best friend, but youâve also lost someone who has the potential to absolutely ruin your life. and you donât know whether to be glad or not, so you just mind your own business even if it hurts a little when he ignores you, stops tossing paper at your head in class (unless itâs to embarrass you) and stops walking you to and from school.
but the cherry on top of the shit cake is that he doesn't get it. so when he approaches you in the library one day after satiating the need to tear pages from books and make them into paper airplanes to throw at people, he doesn't seem to understand why you try to ignore him, or put off his attempts to hold a convo. but the worst part is that he's just sleazy and clueless about it. it's like he took an eraser and wiped every single year of your friendship off the chalkboard with one fell swipe, and you wish he'd done that too to the less-than-appropriate messages he and his friends had written towards one of your classmates.
he doesn't understand why you're hesitant to talk, and that's what makes it the worst. he always thinks he's in the right, and he keeps setting you off and it sucks that he knows exactly what sets you off. "i'm an asshole? what're you talking about? really, you're in over your head. you never change." he laughs, and you ignore him, and he gets bored, and he's about to leave when he spots your wallet open next to your book, on the table. there's a polaroid peeking out, and he recognizes the tufts of white hair to be him. but there's a weird feeling in his chest, and he thinks he gets it from you, so he leaves because he thinks you're weird.
and it goes on; you practically become a nobody in satoru's eyes, because of that weird, weird feeling you give him. it's unfamiliar and he's never gotten it before and he doesn't like it. but it's unavoidable when your professor pairs you two for the end-of-term project. and of course, you're ready to do all the work, because that's how it always was between you when you were kids. but sometimes he'd surprise you by helping, and he'd show you that he was actually intelligent just to earn your praise because he liked it. but he ignored you, and you did everything, and it would've been okay if not for his friends egging him on to present your entire project when the day came and leave you with no content for a grade.
that's the first time it hits him: does he really want to do that? but it's not like it'll be the first time; you've always taken the hits for him, because you're naturally smart and you'll pick yourself back up in no time, and you get why he does it, so it'll be okay. so he agrees, and he enjoys the time he gets to spend with you through it, but the nagging weird feeling that blooms in his chest like a pesky weed only grows stronger. that's all his feelings ever seem to do around you.
but before you know it, presentation day swings around. you had coffee this morning (on his card), and you're ready enough to shoot him a small smile that sends his heart a-flutter. so you go up, feeling up to the task and ready untilâ he starts talking, and talking, and talking, and people don't think that he's taking your words out of your mouth because he's intelligent when he wants to make you praise him and you don't get the chance to get a word in and you notice the guys are laughing and hitting each other's shoulders to themselves in the upper rows and before you know it it's over. people are clapping but moreso they're looking at you and they're whisperingâ but it's terribly loud and they don't bother to hide it. they call you things that shouldn't bother you but they do anyway, because it's satoru's fault, and you're such a fool for thinking you could have it your way again.
so you leave class early, excusing yourself and ignoring the way your professor gives you a distasteful look and scribbles something next to your name. you're out the door in a second, neglecting your bags and satoru's a little lost becauseâ didn't he just do good? people were clapping, and laughing with him and not at him, but it's attention either way so he doesn't mind. so why do you? why did you look at him like he stabbed you in the back? and his friends are calling his name, and he wishes he could chase after you and do something but he doesn't.
and it's a little sickening what they do next; one of their girls grabbed your bags and tossed it to them, and they've started rifling through it as if they own it, tearing up your shit and dumping everything onto the ground and he's kind of just... glued to the chair by his feelings. his heart feels like it's been patched together and the weird fuzzy feeling he had in his chest that's been cultivating has extinguished to be replaced with something he realizes he's only ever felt when it comes to youâ guilt.
he's so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't realize his friend is silently offering him somethingâ nudging his side to get his attention. he takes it without really realizing he moved his hand, and his silent friend with the gauges in his ears and the dark hair gets up and leaves without another word. when satoru looks down, he realizes he's been given your wallet. "the reward for betraying your baby," they call it. like all you're worth is the money in your account.
he's a little curious. that's how he's always been; asking you questions, rummaging through your stuff, laughing sheepishly and shaking it off when you caught him red-handed. so he opens it up, ignoring your sad little cards and the funny look on your license. he's looking for something, subconsciously; but he doesn't find it. there's no white tuft of hair to suggest his presence in your life; just empty black leather. nothing else.
and he doesn't see you after. or the following day. or the following weeks; weeks that turn into months that turn into the end of school and he's graduating but you're not by his side. and neither are his so called 'friends'; the only thing he has to their name is your own ruined friendship. it's a shame; he feels alone. very alone. no fuzzy weird feeling, not even that thing people call guilt. no attention to chase, and connections are ever harder to make. it shouldn'tve mattered that much, right? it was just a presentation. why wouldn't you just come back to him like you always did? were you not still friends...?
but the blood is still on his hands, and he doesn't manage to ever wash it off. guilt has a way of festering; of weighing on the heart 'till there's nothing left to feel or think but unfortunate circumstance and what could've been done differently. it just sucks that he never tried hard enough to keep you from slipping between his grasp. and now, he doesn't even have a polaroid to your friendship's name.
pt.2
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Hi! I donât know if youâve watched part 2 of outer banks yet, and if you didnât this request is a spoiler!!
Can you do JJ Maybankâs sister seeing him die and Rafe is just watching her break down and heâs comforting her while she cries in his arms? Iâm sobbing over JJ right now đ
Thank you!
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Summery: outer banks season 4 episode 10/the anon
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Warnings: SPOILERS, death, grammar mistakes.
A/N: i also sobbed, i cant believe it and thank you for requesting love youuu.
The sandstorm hit suddenly. The air was thick, nearly solid with dust. You stumbled forward as the wind blew strongly, You screamed, begging JJ to come down before something terrible would happen but even if you pulled the scarf tighter across your nose and mouth every breath felt like swallowing shards of glass making it hard to speak.Â
Everything was clouded and your goggles were smeared with sand dust. It was impossible to see your brother who was up high on that statue trying to find the blue crown you, the pogues and Rafe have been risking your lives for.
âCome down JJ!â You screamed as loud as you could, hoping he could hear you over the screaming wind.Â
A surge of panic rose in you, he wasn't listening, only going higher and higher to reach the top.
âHurry please!â You screamed again as the sandstorm was getting worse and worse. Squinting your eyes you could see JJ finally descending the statue after a while, carefully holding on to the rock.
âJJ, holy shit are you okay?â You rushed forward to him as he stumbled around frantically.
âI'm good! I'm better actually, I'm great. Look!â he yelled over the storm and held up the blue crown, it felt like a dream having it in front of you.
âNo way, you found itâ You both looked down at the dusty historical crown in silence for a second, sinking in it the victory that was so rare when it came to you and your twin.
âWe got it!â He cheered, pumping his fist, jumping into place from all the adrenaline. The victory cheers didn't last long though, the next thing you knew shots were fired at you from the group who wanted to steal what was rightfully yours.
âRun, run, runâ JJ shouted behind you as you ran through the sand blindly and desperate to find shelter.
The sandstorm roared with life around you, Yours and JJ's footsteps vanished almost as quickly as you made them, erased by the wind.
You coughed, your lungs stinging as you struggled to run down the stairs you had found leading inside the monument.Â
But suddenly, a shadow appeared out of the storm. A strong hand gripped your forearms and in a sudden movement, your back was pressed on your âfather'sâ chest, an arm around your neck holding on tightly, cutting your airflow and a sharp blade pressed into the side of your face.
âJJ!â you called out, trying to get out of his grasp.
âLet her go!â JJ shouted, his voice trembling with anger. He lunged towards you trying to rip you away from him but he only pressed the blade harder making you cry out. But Groff only shook his head.
You cried, struggling, and your heart pounding as Groffâs grip tightened. You fought against him, but his hold was unbreakable.
âYouâre just like your mother,â Groff hissed, his gaze cold and unmoved. âAlways standing in my way. Well, this time, youâre not going to stop me. Give me what I wantâ
âLet her goâ He begged.
âIf you had listened, we wouldn't be here JJ, you could have had everything. WE could have had the life we deserved as a family. All three of us. But now you get nothing. Nothing at allâ Chandler pants like a maniac.
âI already have everything,â JJ says, shaking his head in disbelief. âI have everything I ever wanted. You want the crown? Sure, take it. I don't want it. Just let my sister go.â
âGive it to me, hold it outâ He reached toward JJ for the precious object, his grip on you not loosening.
In a swift moment, an exchange was made. Groff grasped the crown, and JJ pulled you out of his arms.
âI got youâ JJ breathed out with relief, like a weight was removed from his shoulders. He hugged you protectively. Holding your head against his shoulder like a shield. But then again, the victory was cut short.
âJJ, y/nâ you were interrupted by the voice of your father, his call made both of you separate and turn to face him, JJâs body still shielding you from further harm.
âIt's a shameâŚyou and Iâ You furrowed your brows and a gasp came out of your mouth when the sound of flesh being pierced rang out.Â
âYou should have given me the ropeâ Time was moving at a slow pace as the scene unfolded. Groff twisted the knife in JJ's stomach before pulling it out rapidly and running out into the desert.
"JJ!" You screamed, your voice raw with terror. You saw JJ stumble back, his hands flying to his side. Dark red blood was spreading through his shirt and across his fingers, and the sight of it hit you like a punch to the gut.
The world narrowed to the scene in front of you as you watched JJ fall, his face contorted in pain.Â
âNo, no, noâ you cried, desperation thick in your voice.
You rushed to JJâs side, catching him just as he stumbled. He looked up at you, his face pale and stained with tears.
âIt's okay JJ, it's okayâ You pressed into his wound, shaking terribly, sobbing when he let out a pained groan.
âNo, pleaseâ you murmured, pressing your hand over the wound in a desperate attempt to slow the bleeding. âYouâre going to be okay. Just stay with me, okay? Stay with me.â
âHey, hey,â He whispered, his voice breaking. âTake care of the others for me, okay?â
âNo! Noâ Your breaths shakes, your chest tight with sadness.
âI love you, y/n. You're the best sister anyone could ever have.â His gaze was beginning to drift, his eyes unfocused, and the strength in his grip was fading. Panic clawed at you.
âI love you, please don't goâ you begged, but it was pointless he was already gone.
âNo! No, no. Please! JJ, pleaseâ you shaked his shoulder weakly.
âJohn B!â You screamed, your chest burning from the lack of oxygen your lungs were getting.
âPope! Rafe!â Your hands gripped your brother refusing to let go.
âPlease JJ!â Your heart shattered completely, a part of you gone forever. Your brother, your twin, your best friend, the other half of your soul, gone.Â
âPleaseâ You pressed your forehead against him, your tears falling over the blood-soaked shirt.
The pogues came running towards you, sinking to their knees, calling out to him, crying, sobbing, mourning.
Everything in you gave out as you held onto him, you couldn't even fight when hands grabbed onto your shoulder to bring you away from your brother's corpse.
Your body fell limp into Rafe's lap. His hands held your body up as if he was your lifeline.Â
âIt's gonna be okayâ He whispered against your forehead but you barely registered any of it, only sobbing, and screaming in pain against him.Â
The Pogues stood in a tight circle, all eyes fixed on JJ as if somehow their stares alone could bring him back. But no one spoke, and in the heavy silence, the truth crashed over them, settling deep in their bones. JJ was gone.
Kiaraâs shoulders shook, a small, trembling motion that quickly overtook her entire body. She fell to her knees, hands pressed to her mouth as she fought to hold back the sobs.Â
Pope was beside her, his eyes frantically looking over the scene, he didn't want to believe any of it, as if it was a cruel joke.
John B stood, rigid. His fists were clenched so tight his knuckles were white, and his jaw was set, teeth gritted as he tried to hold it all in, to keep the pain from breaking him apart.Â
Rafe's arms wrapped around you gently, his hand resting on the back of your head as he let you fall into his chest. You buried your face in his shoulder, the grief and sorrow pouring out in waves as he held you.
He didnât speak of the rivalry, the old wounds and the bitterness between your families; none of that mattered now. At this moment, all he saw was your pain, and he was there, his own heart breaking a little as he watched you crumble.
When the sobs finally subsided, leaving you weak and exhausted, Rafe pulled back slightly, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his eyes filled with something youâd never seen in him beforeâsoftness, understanding.Â
âIt's okay,â he murmured, his voice a promise, his hand gentle as he brushed a stray tear from your cheek. âIâve got you.â
You sat on the sand as a fire crackled in front of you, you had just buried him, the silence was thick nobody wanted to believe the truth.Â
Your head pounded, even when you were softly laying on Rafe's legs using them as pillows. His calloused fingers gently rubbed your hair and you tried to concentrate on the movement in an attempt to forget about the previous moment but you failed.
âGroff said he was going to Lisbonâ Rafe whispered above you, making your eyes open and looking up at him. His eyes met yours and he continued.
âIf he was my friend or my brother⌠I would go after the guy that just killed himâ The mention made your heart burn but he had a point.
âHe's not wrongâ Kie whispered, agreeing with your inner thoughts. You snuggled against Rafe's legs one last time before sitting up and leaning your head on his shoulder.Â
âJJ would already be on his way to kill him if it was one of us,â you said and everyone's eyes snapped towards you, those were the first words you had spoken since it happened.Â
âHe'd get even,â John B added.
âLet's get revenge,â you said, your voice more confident than it was before, you felt a hand grasp onto yours and slowly you turned your head to face Rafe. He nodded and tightened his grip in a comforting way, never letting go.
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the price to pay when youâre a passenger princess.
You knew that there had to be a catch when Bakugou said heâd pick you up after your 12-hour shift at the hospital. But the thing was, you were too exhausted to dwell on the thought.
Or so you thought.
âYou look dead on your feet,â he commented as he opened the door for you.
âThanks for the compliment,â you replied dryly, tossing your bag into the backseat. âAnd they say chivalry is dead.â
The sleek, jet-black Porsche 911 Turbo S roared through the empty streets like a predator on the hunt, the low rumble of the engine vibrating through your very soul. Bakugou, of course, looked completely at ease, one hand resting casually on the steering wheel, the other on the gear shift, a calm expression seen on his face.
Youâve come to understand that your husband was relatively calm when not provoked.
âKatsuki,â you started as the car picked up speed, âyou do realize this is still a hospital zone, right? Maybe donât speed like youâre in a Fast and Furious movie.â
âI wasnât.â
âYou literally just did.â
âRelax,â he drawled, shifting gears with precision. âYou know Iâve got this.â
You, on the other hand, were internally reciting every safety procedure you could think of in case of an unfortunate circumstance to come.
âShould I call my assistant to make an appointment in advance?â
Bakugou snorts. âWhat? Donât trust me?â
âOh, I trust you. Itâs the laws of physics I donât trust,â you muttered under your breath, earning a low chuckle from him.
The worst part? There was barely any traffic this late at night, which only encouraged Bakugou to push the limits of what his new Porsche could do. You glanced at the speedometer and instantly regretted it.
âKatsuki, I swear to Godââ
âWhat? Itâs not like Iâm breaking the speed limit,â he said with mock innocence, though the mischievous glint in his eyes told you he knew exactly what he was doing.
The Prefectural Governmentâs Public Safety Commissions should really revoke his license one of these days. Or you might not live to see the next one.
âBy less than two!â
You leaned your head back against the seat, staring at the darkened city skyline as it blurred past you. You were exhausted from your shift, your feet aching, bone tired, but all of that was being drowned out by the overwhelming sensation of your life flashing before your very eyes.
You double-checked your seatbelt again. Itâs never too late to actually be safe.
âStop looking at me like that,â he said without taking his eyes off the road.
âLike what?â
âLike youâre about to yell at me for being too hot and good at everything.â
âWow? The audacity of my husband making such a bold claim,â you scoffed, rolling your eyes at him. âHave I fed your ego too much that youâre about to float away like a hot-air balloon?â
âDidnât deny my claim.â He got you there.
You couldnât argue with that.
âJust so you know,â you muttered, clutching the grab handle even tighter as he effortlessly weaved between two cars, âif I die tonight, Iâm haunting you. And Iâll make sure to mess with you when youâre trying to sleep.â
âGood,â he said with a grin, finally glancing your way. âAt least then youâd be with me all the time, huh?â
You stared at him, momentarily speechless. âAre you seriously flirting with me right now? While youâre driving like a maniac?â
âWho says I canât multitask?â
Before you could fire back with another retort, the car slowed as you neared your apartment complex. Your death grip on the handle loosened ever so slightly, though your heart was still racing.
When Bakugou finally parked, you let out a breath you hadnât realized you were holding. You unbuckled your seatbelt, your hands still trembling a little.
âI hate you.â
âLove you too or whatever.â
âIâwait, you actually said it.â
âWhat? Canât a man just say he loves his wife?â
âGood point, but you rarely say it!â
âI pick you up after your every shift and make sure you donât die of starvation or poor health. Thatâs enough than saying it, no?â
âBut you said it! So itâs different.â
âNot.â
âIt is!â
âNot.â
âIs!â
Terrifying car rides aside, there was no one else youâd rather be stuck with. Even if your husband drove you absolutely crazyâboth on and off the road. This must be the price of being Bakugou Katsukiâs passenger princess.
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car sex with bsf!satoru x f!readerđ
conts: nsfw!!! MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI!!
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if looks could kill,
that brunette dude you were just chatting with? yeah, heâd already be six feet under.
donât get him wrongâsatoru gojo isnât the jealous type. seriously, heâs not. and he knows youâre not doing anything wrong; youâre just out here having fun. but watching you laugh at some guyâs jokes? that was enough to make his blood boil and his head spin like he might actually hurl.
and seriously, he knew for a fact that guy wasnât that funny.
so why the hell were you laughing so much?
satoru knows that what heâs about to do now isnât fair. not even close. because heâs just your best friend. heâs been your best friend for years nowâthe one whoâs always had your back, the one whoâs sat through your messy breakups, listened to your drunken venting, and never once let you down. you trust him with your life.
heâs your ride or die.
and god, youâre his.
and unfortunately for that guy, satoru gojo doesnât share whatâs his.
or wellâŚwhatâs about to be his.
satoru moves through the crowd, his sharp eyes never leaving you. your smile was still a little too wide for his liking.
when he reaches you, your eyes settle on him, and your look softens.
his heart stopped for a second.
âoh! satoru,â you say, flashing him a smile, âthis isââ
âsorry,â gojo cuts you off, his voice smooth, turning to the guy and flashing him one of his disarming grins. âi need to borrow her for a sec.â
you blink, surprised by the interruption, but before you can even protest, gojoâs hand is around your arm, guiding you away.
âweâre leaving,â he says firmly, his voice a little too low.
you stumble a bit to keep up with his pace. âwait, satoru, whatâs going on? whyâ?â
he doesnât say anything right away, pulling you through the crowd and outside into the cool night air. when youâre out of sight of the party, he finally slows down, but he doesnât let go of your arm. stopping, he turns to face you.
âseriously, what was that?â you ask, your tone a little confused, but you have a pretty good idea of whatâs going on.
he takes a deep breath, like heâs just been through a war. âhe was getting way too close to you,â he mutters, his voice tight. âand you wereââ he stops himself for a second, like heâs trying to control his frustration. âfuckâi just didnât like it.â
you blink, thrown off by the sudden shift. âsatoru, we were just talking. it wasnât like that.â
gojo crosses his arms and gives you a pointed look, his mouth twisting into a frustrated but amused frown. âdonât play dumb. you were leaning in, hanging on his every word. iâve never heard you laugh that much at my jokes.â
you open your mouth to protest, but before you can even speak, a small laugh escapes your lips.
âso thatâs what itâs about?â you say, raising an eyebrow. âyouâre jealous?â you sigh, taking a deep breath. âsatoru, i wasnât leaning into him. i donât even like him. heâs just a friend from middle school. he recognized me and came to say hi. we were just catching up. i was laughing because he was telling me stories from back then, not because heâs some funny guy.â
gojoâs jaw tightens, his brows furrowing as he looks at you. then he lets out a low, frustrated âoh,â like the realization just hit him. âso you werenât getting all googly-eyed over him?â
you shrug, suppressing a smile. âno, dumbass, i wasnât.â
he runs a hand through his hair, clearly trying to keep his cool. âwell, shit. i donât know why it bugged me so much. guess i just donât like seeing other guys around you. especially when you give them that look.â
you roll your eyes, unable to hold back the smile now. âi told you, i wasnât giving him any look and he was just being friendly.â
he shrugs with a grin, trying to act cool. âyeah, well, i didnât like it anyway.â
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the walk to the car had been quiet, too quiet for you. when you two arrived at the car, he opened the passenger door and gestured for you to get in.
âget inside. please.â
sliding into the seat, you barely had time to register the sound of the door slamming before he rounded the car and climbed in beside you.
the car was dark, the faint glow of the streetlight outside illuminating his sharp features as he turned to you.
âiâm sorry, by the way. i didnât want to ruin your night, you know. but fuck, you drive me fucking crazy. seeing you talking so close with that guy drove me mad.â he reached out, his hand sliding up your face and squeezing it gently. âdo you even realize what you do to me? iâm so fucking tired of hiding it just because i donât want to ruin our friendship.â
your breath hitched as his words sank in, your pulse pounding in your ears. âsatoruââ
âshh,â he murmured, leaning in to brush his lips against your ear. âiâm talking now.â
his hand reached out, sliding down your thigh and pushing the hem of your dress higher. âtell me to stop, sweetheart. tell me to stop, and i will.â
âsatoruââ
âtell me, baby. what do you want? want me to stop?â his hand slid higher, his fingers brushing against the damp fabric of your panties. he groaned softly, his breath hot against your skin.
ânoâno, please donât stop.â
and in that moment, satoru gojo lost his mind.
before you could process anything else, his lips were on yours. rough. hungry. demanding. his hand left your thigh to grip the back of your neck, tilting your head just enough to deepen the kiss. his tongue parted your lips with no hesitation, sliding against yours as if claiming every part of you in that moment.
the kiss was hot and dizzying, leaving you breathless as he devoured you like heâd been waiting for this forever. his teeth scraped against your lower lip, a low growl rumbling in his throat when he heard the soft whimper you couldnât hold back.
he pulled back suddenly, his hand leaving your neck as he reached down to undo his belt with quick, practiced movements. the sound of the buckle clinking echoed in the tight space, followed by the low rasp of his zipper. he freed himself, his cock hard and throbbing, the sight making your mouth go dry.
âcome here,â he ordered, his hands gripping your hips as he guided you onto his lap.
the cramped space made it awkwardâyour knees bumping against the console, your dress tangling even more up around your thighs. his hands slid under your thighs again, lifting you slightly to settle you over him. you gasped when his hand returned to your panties, his fingers teasing you one last time before pulling them aside.
âfuck, youâre soaked,â he murmured, his fingers sliding through your slick heat. âyou were thinking about this too, werenât you?â
âyes,â you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.
âthatâs what i thought,â he said, his grin cocky as he pressed his thumb against your clit, drawing a soft whimper from your lips. âfuck, look at you,â he murmured, his voice low and rough. âso desperate for me. say it.â
âs-say what?â
âsay youâre mine.â
âiâm yours,â you gasped, your hips bucking against his hand. âiâm yours, satoru. all yours. always.â
âdamn right you are.â
you bucked against his hand faster, chasing the pleasure he was giving you, but he stopped suddenly, pulling his hand away entirely. you whined at the loss of contact, but he only smirked, guiding his cock to your entrance.
âtake it slow, baby,â he murmured, his voice softer now but no less commanding. âi donât want to hurt you.â
you bit your lip as you sank down onto him, the stretch making your breath hitch. his hands gripped your hips tightly, grounding you as you adjusted to the feeling.
his lips found yours again, this time slower but just as intense, as if he was savoring you now. the kiss deepened with every second. you clung to him, trying to adjust to his cock, feeling like you might melt into the seat if he didnât hold you up.
âfuck,â you gasped, your head falling against his shoulder. âyouâre so bigâit feels so goooood.â
his chest rumbled with a groan, his grip on your hips tightening. âyeah? taking me so fucking well, baby.â
you tried to move, but the cramped space and his overwhelming size left you breathless. his hands slid down to your ass, lifting you slightly to guide you. he thrust up into you in sharp, deliberate strokes, hitting spots that had you crying out.
âfuck, satoru,â you whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulders. âyouâre so deep. i canâtââ
âyes, you can,â he growled, his voice rough. âyouâre made for me. just like that, baby. perfect fucking pussyâfuck.â he groaned.
your rhythm quickened, desperation driving your movements. the sound of your skin meeting his filled the small space, his low groans and your soft moans mingling in the dark.
âyouâre close, arenât you?â he asked, his thumb finding your clit again. âi can feel it. let go for me, baby girl. come on.â
your orgasm hit like a wave, your walls clenching around him as your body shook. the pleasure tore through you, leaving you gasping for air as your head dropped onto his shoulder.
âfuck,â he hissed, his pace faltering as he neared his own release. his voice was strained when he spoke again. âwhere do you want it, sweetheart? tell me.â
âinside,â you breathed, your voice trembling but certain. âwant it inside. toru, please.â
âgod, youâre gonna kill me,â he groaned, gripping your hips tightly as he buried himself deep. with one final thrust, he came, spilling into you as a guttural moan tore from both your lips and his. the heat of him filled you, the sensation making your already trembling body shiver.
for a few moments, the car was silent except for the sound of your ragged breathing. satoruâs hands slid up your back, holding you against his chest as he rested his forehead against your shoulder.
âi shouldâve told you what i feel for you sooner if iâd known your pussy was this goodâŚâ he let out a breathy laugh, clearly pleased with himself.
you lifted your head, your hand swatting weakly at his shoulder. âyouâre unbelievable,â you muttered, though the slight curve of your lips betrayed you.
âyeah? but now youâre stuck with me,â he smirked, tilting his head to capture your lips in a softer, slower kiss this time.
when he pulled back, his pale blue eyes locked onto yours, unguarded for once. âi mean it, though,â he said, voice softer now. âi shouldâve told you how i feel sooner. youâve always been it for me, you know?â
your chest tightened at his words, the raw sincerity in his tone making your heart race all over again. âwell,â you murmured, brushing a strand of his hair back, âyouâve got me now, so donât screw it up.â
satoru chuckled, the cocky grin returning to his face.
âtrust me, sweetheart. i wasnât planning on it.â
he leaned in, pressing one last kiss to your lips, and as his arms tightened around you, you knew youâd never want him to. âletâs go home now, yeah?â
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DOPAMINE (PT. 1) ęŤ - JJK
synopsis: mingyuâs little sister has a question for jungkook
parings: brothersbestfriend!jk x fem!reader
info & warnings: dirty talk and explicit language, dom!jk, sneaking around, car sex, oral sex, (f. receiving), tones of corruption, self masturbation, guided masturbation, established crush/unrequited love, sexual tension, slow burn sort of, reader and jk already have a great relationship, touch her you die trope, brothers best friend trope, big!muscley!jungkook obv, might be a series?! im just saying stuff now?!!
a/n: part two here!
âcan you make me cum?â
usually when you asked jungkook for a favor it was for a few bucks or when you needed a ride somewhere. so he was trying to make sense of what he was just asked. he blinked. once, then twice, then a third. he blinked until his eyesight finally got back to seeing one of you, and not five. he blinked at you, who just so happened to be his best friends younger sister. kim mingyuâs younger sister.
âwhat?â
âcan youâ are you really going to make me repeat it?â your lips pursed and your manicured hands went up to rest on your hips. you lowered your voice before asking again, âi said⌠can you make me cum.â you said more of as a demand now, making his tip leak a bit. the kitchen you both resided in felt like it was closing in on him.
âiâll just pretend i didnât hear that, and you pretend you didnât say it, cool?â jungkook just shook his head with a laugh. as his footsteps moved back towards the garage where mingyu and the rest of his friends were hanging out, you followed after. as he put his hand on the knob to exit the kitchen, he stood there when your voice began flowing through him again.
âi wonât tell him. promise, itâll be between us koo.â your voice lowered.
âwhere is this even coming from?â
your eyes squint. âa girl just asked you to make her cum and thatâs what youâre worried about? i need help!â liar. help with what exactly? because heâs heard you. you like to play with yourself in the dead of night when you think everyoneâs sleeping. this would actually be the perfect opportunity for jungkook to tell you to keep it down. you should be grateful for your family of heavy sleepers. he hears you plunging your fingers into that sweet pussy, always making the sound fall into a pattern with your staggered moans. heâd be lying to himself if he claimed it wasnât the most beautiful sounds heâs ever heard.
but enough of that, you were very off limits.
âno, a girl, actually my best friends little sister, is asking me to make her cum.â he tilted his head in that sarcastic manner that heâs been annoying you with since you were children.
âcome on,â you rolled your eyes and popped your leg out. âi already told you i wouldnât tell him. itâs a favor, you do me favors all the time, whatâs wrong with this one?â oh you were serious. his best friends little sister wanted to get fucked by him. jungkook had enough on his plate as is.
âsexual favors?â
âyou always tell me youâll do anything for me, no matter what it is, no questions asked. and now youâre asking questions.â
jungkook couldnât even hold his laughter until this end of your sentence. he let out a deep and heavy sigh. he wiped his hand over his face, cock strained and heart racing. âwhy are you asking me this y/n? out of all people?â he should have never asked that question either.
you sulked against the kitchen counter. âi was with this guy last nightâ what?â jungkook was already giving you the stink eye. just like your brother he was highly protective of you. guys knew not to fuck you over since you had two guys who were ready to step about you. yet whereas mingyuâs protectiveness was more so on the brotherly side, jungkookâs leaned toward a possessive nature. jungkook knew he couldnât have you due to⌠circumstances. but that didnât mean anyone else could.
he shook his thoughts away. âcontinue.â
âokay⌠well iâm just so tired of hooking up with people and being let downâ i justâ i think im broken or something. i canât cum!â you threw your hands up. âlike okay, yes i can make myself cum, but i canât cum at the hands of someone else. andâandâ last night that guy told me i was the problem. youâre mad because you canât make me cum?â you stopped yourself before you yapped the manâs head off.
âstop fucking guys with trash dick.â
jungkook has been telling you to stop messing around with little boys that donât do anything for you. you definitely werenât the problem, and he was going to find the guy who said that bullshit. it wasnât your fault they didnât know what they were doing.
âhence why i want you to fuck me.â
âyeah?â he said, slowly, and slightly more raunchy than intended. âand how do you know my dick is good?â even more raunchy than he intended. he matched your stance, leaning against the counter and folding his arms across his chest. the tattoos covering his arm and bicep taunted you, making your panties pool with something hot.
jungkook knew he was a goddamn stud. he had every girl across campus lining up to try it for themselves. including most of your own friends. you sort of hated it, considering people would only get close to you to either fuck jungkook or your brother. most times you already knew why a girl was speaking to you, shit even most guys. you almost made business cards with mingyu and jungkookâs numbers on there just for people to leave you alone. however you werenât this innocent little thing that jungkook and your brother made you out to be. you knew jungkook could make a girl come, you knew he could fuck. youâve only ever heard good things. youâd rather hookup with someone who you knew was good rather than a random who youâd have to guess with and end up being wrong. yeah, thatâs what it was. someone had to convince you that you werenât the problem and he was perfect for the job. he knew how to navigate a body, from what youâve heard.
you gulped. âiâve just⌠iâve heard things. and iâd rather it be you that makes me cum than another random.â
âwhat did you hear?â
âyouâre asking so many questions yet still canât answer my one and only for you?â
âjeon! get your ass in here!â a muffled voice called through all the laughter. the voice which could be identified as jaehyunâs made you and jungkookâs jump a total of ten feet apart. this conversation alone made him feel guilty although you were doing nothing wrong. you didnât even realize how close you had been drifting to one another. but if anyone knew what obscene things were coming out of your mouth right now youâd both be screwed, so maybe he was guilty.
âlook y/n⌠you know you can ask me for anything and iâll give it to you, but this? no. one hundred percent no.â he hated to tell you no. he didnât want to tell you no, but in this instance he had to deny your wants. it would be cutting it way too close. he didnât live with you guys, but he was pretty much integrated into the family with how much he was there. your parents saw him as their son. he even saw your family as his own. although jungkook could never deny the attraction heâs felt for you while growing up and even today. so he couldnât ruin you like that. you practically grew up together, heâs seen you through every phase of your life. including the one you were in now, at twenty one years old and in your wild college phase. he couldnât be so ruthless and dirty with someone he holds at such a high regard. he could treat the daughter of his second family like that. what he did to women in bed wasâ
âis it really a no? or a not right now?â you still egged on, snapping him from his thoughts.
he said nothing. the silence between the both of you had been loud, raking your eyes across each other before jungkook tugged himself away and opened the door finally. you were out of sight now and no longer disturbing his being. he stepped over beer bottles and other miscellaneous items scattered across the floor as his friends welcomed him back with a loud uproar. he tried to enter back into the group and wipe his mind of that question you asked, but nothing worked. all he could think about was that cute pout on your lips while you begged him to fuck you. he just had zero shame huh, getting hard to the thought of you right in front of mingyuâs face.
so now jungkook had a problem. you were like an itch that he couldnât scratch and it was now bleeding into his everyday activities. he couldnât go anywhere he knew youâd be. which was with mingyu, in mingyuâs home, going to his and mingyuâs university. so now it was to where he was avoiding his own best friend. he couldnât be in the same atmosphere with you right now. he didnât know what would transpire if he was alone with you again, especially in that kitchen. that kitchen where he could bend you over that marble and show you how you were supposed to be pleasured. he couldnât avoid you for long though, especially not when mingyu was blowing his phone up in the middle of his workout set.
he immediately dropped the weights, slamming them slightly to take the call. âwhatâs up?â
âyou ignoring me kookie?â mingyu cooed through the speaker in a whine. âi miss you, who are you with? youâre fucking someone arenât you? itâs serious?â mingyu went on and on like the possessive girlfriend he acted like.
it was actually the opposite. he was trying not to fuck someone.
âjust studying for finals baby, you know i canât get rid of you.â he played into it.
âbetter be,â he started again. âbut hey⌠could you do me a favor and pick y/n up? sheâs at some shitty frat party.â he started. by the sound of a girls laughter in the background, it was evident mingyu definitely could pick you up himself, if jihyo wasnât with him. mingyuâs long term fuck buddy and borderline girlfriend. at least when they finally confessed their love for each other. is it really still friends with benefits if both of you havenât been with anyone else in over a year, go on dates, and established that youâd kill the other if they did as much as look as another person? eh what did jungkook know though?
âand why canât you?â mingyu could picture jungkook in his upset dad stance right now.
âbecause jihyoâs showing me something.â he murmured. jungkook wasnât stupid. he heard her shuffle to her knees. âplus sheâs uhâ sheâs closer to you, i checked her location.â
âyeah yeah i got her, can you just hang up, donât wanna hear your ass getting head.â he joked while slipping his car keys into his sweats.
âwhatever. anyways cod and beers soon? i miss you. pretty sure y/n does too.â
jungkook choked on his spit. âhell yeah, iâll stay over for a bit after i grab her.â
the line went dead and jungkook mentally cursed himself for accepting this favor. now he had to last a whole car ride with you. jeon jungkook who fucked circles around girls couldnât even trust himself to not cream his pants when sitting next to you. just perfect. when he pulled up in front of the party you were already standing outside and ready. your arms were wrapped around your body, occasionally pulling at your tiny dress when it would rise above your thighs. you could do nothing but smirk when you watched jungkookâs sleek car roll up on you. he rolled the window down, tipping his head back and gesturing you over to the car.
âwell what a pleasant surprise.â you slurred. he leaned over and pulled the passenger side door open, watching you climb in. âwhereâs my brother? jihyo iâm guessing?â you loved jihyo personally. she was slowly integrated into your family more and more. not only was she good for your brother but fun to hang out with. at the end of the day your brother was a man, therefore he couldnât tell that the woman wanted him in a way that wasnât just being friends with benefits.
âwhere are you coming from?â he ignored your question. he scoffed even, looking you up and down and taking in the tiny dress you wore.
âa guy invited me to this party, he ended the night making out with some sorority bitch, i ended it at the drink table.â oh jungkook could tell.
âi keep telling you about these little boys y/n, they donât know what to do with a woman.â
âokay⌠well it sounds like you do.â
âright.â
the alcohol was strong in your system, ready to start speaking for you. you made yourself comfortable, shifting your body towards him and giving him a look that was heightened by sin. he needed you to stop. to stop looking at him like that, fuck he needed you to stop looking like that. he could see you from the corner of his eye, batting your lashes, smiling drunkenly at him⌠at his strained cock. âso if i wasnât mingyuâs sister? would you then?â your velvety voice asked. it was obvious you didnât care, you never considered mingyu for a minute. you werenât the one that would be in trouble here, you didnât have anything to care about. there was something disgustingly hot about it. it was wrong and fucked up.
âwould i do what?â he was just as wrong for making you tell him how you wanted him to take you. âgot this dirty mouth all of a sudden so let me hear you say it.â
âyou know⌠how you fuck all of those other girls.â you shrugged. âsloppy and raw, skin to skin and stuff.â your words went straight to his cock, hard and aching for a girl he wasnât supposed to be thinking about like that. who the fuck told you this? who taught you this? you werenât supposed to be coming to him with vulgar language, he was supposed to be filling you with it. someone had gotten to you first all because jungkook cared about hurting his best friend. and that was your example? sloppy and raw was nothing compared to how heâd fuck you.
âyou know why we canât do this?â
âi know why i just donât care. my brother this, my brother that.â that mouth that you had on you? you were asking for it werenât you? heâd been letting you off the hook too much recently. if you kept going at him like this he wouldnât give a fuck about mingyu anymore, heâd show you exactly what he did to brats that think theyâre high and mighty.
âright smart ass, but wrong.â he pulled up at a red light, the color bouncing off of both of you and painting your skin a lustful red. he turned to see you were already staring, at his lips, back to his eyes, then his prominent dick print that you just couldnât pry your eyes from. âeyes up here.â he lifted your chin up with his finger, his finger that turned into the entirety of his hand being wrapped around your throat. âi know you wonât tell. but i respect your brother, i respect your family. get over this little crush that you have.â
get over him? get over him when he was touching you like this? you were melting, this felt surreal. this was surreal. it wasnât a lot, just a hand around your throat but holy fuck his hand was around your fucking throat. the man youâve been wet dreaming about for years. the man who derails your train of thought entirely when heâs around, the man whoâs making your pussy drip on his seats and he fucking knows it. âjungkook..â you whimpered and pleaded. your body began grinding against his leather seats on its own. what a pathetic little slut, he didnât even have to touch your achy parts to get you going. âi know you respect them, but i want you to disrespect me.â
âfuck.â his hand dropped when the light changed to green, speeding down the road to get you home. it took everything in him not to rip that thin excuse of a dress off and slap you around on his cock before then. âyou need help right? letâs make that pussy cum.â his words moved without his thoughts. you nodded with need. this was it, this was finally it. he was going to touch you, take away all this built up ache from your needy cunt. he was going to wear you out and claim you as his. at least you thought. he smirked when he saw your expression. you looked at jungkook as if he built the pyramids, with so much wonder and hope.
âplease koo, need it⌠n-need you.â
âi know pretty girl, i know.â he cooed. âcanât touch you, but you can.â he never said he couldnât help you verbally. âgo ahead, spread those legs and get started. want that nut before you get home?â
despite your disappointment you did as you were told immediately, sinking into the passenger seat and getting started on the place where all that liquor went anyways, your puffy clit. you rubbed through your underwear, head thrown back, toes curling and heels kicked off. all while jungkook kept his eyes on the road. he wanted to break that barrier, he wanted to plunge his fingers in that tight pussy but he knew once he touched you heâd need more. heâd need too much.
âpull âem to the side, no need to be shy. you know me.â his voice was like honey, dripping down your throat in corruptive goodness. it was so simple but so lewd, nothing like youâd ever done before. your sexual experiences were fairly vanilla, you werenât used to the kinkier, more nasty side of sex. âdo i have to do it for you?â he knew he shouldnât overstep, but he needed to help you in another type of way. it was amusing to see how your body reacted when all he did was hook his fingers on your cute undies and pull them to the side. the cool air hit your clit, strings of slick stretching from your pussy and making your panties glisten.
âoh fuck-â you whimpered. your legs were spread the farthest they could go. your knees were resting on your shoulders with your gooey pussy all warm and exposed for the man driving. jungkook had his left hand on the steering wheel, the right hand holding your soaked panties to the side. his knuckles brushed over your wetness and you jerked. âoh fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckâ mhmmmm fuckâŚâ you moaned, so pretty for him. you smacked your pussy around, a few harsh slaps coming in contact with the wetness and making a nice big mess.
âsloppy pussy, who knew lil gyu had such a sloppy little pussy?â you rolled your eyes at the nickname, the one you earned just for being related to mingyu. âfuck your fingers for me. let me see how deep you can go.â your fingers slipped in and instantly your hole puckered around them. your legs shook and thatâs when jungkook knew he couldnât take this any longer. he had to see his baby cum for him, not focus on a fucking road right now. he turned on his hazards and pulled over, parking and diverting his being all to you.
âwanna cum koo, wanâ your helpâŚâ your voice phased out and became muffled over the sound of your fingers moving faster inside of your cunt. the car filled with the pretty melody of your creamy pussy, gripping all on your fingers while you looked drunkenly at the cause for your sopping cunt. him.âtouch me koo, weâre so far gone can you justâ pleaseâŚâ this is what didnât feel right. watching you play in your pussy without him. looking wasnât hurting, so maybe a touch or two would be fine? if it was with his mouth it shouldnât be too wrong. mingyu wasnât even here for christ sake. you werenât anything more than an incoherent mess of moans and wetness now. you needed him. jungkook promised mingyu heâd always be there for you. yeah, gyu would understand.
âyour brother is going to fucking kill me.â
all you did was give him that brain dead giggle. god he really was screwed.
so jungkook decided to overstep one last time. after all a pussy kiss wouldnât hurt, neither would a thumb on your wet, puffy clit. it was your little secret. something you could both be fucking killed for, but you had been so so good for him. so understanding and patient. âtake those fingers out for me,â you obeyed, eyes widening when jungkook took your fingers into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around your digits and sucking yourself off. âjuust like that baby, look at all that slick, all for me? all for your brothers best friend? tasting so fucking perfect.â he finished up, leaving your fingers clean. he was going to have so much fun with you.
jungkook leaned his body over the console, ducking down to face your pussy and diving in without wasting a second. your back arched off the seat and you clawed around for anything you could hold. he was so fucking ruthless. your mouth hung open, trying to process how good he was eating you. you deserved the pair of lips that were wrapped around your clit right now. suddenly a string of thank youâs were spilling from your mouth. for picking you up, for putting up with your mouth, for breaking his personal rules for himself and eating your pussy out, and for making you spill into his mouth after a few more licks, grinds to his tongue, and tugs to his hair.
you panted while he kept lapping at your pussy, making sure to clean up the mess he caused. you watched him with stars in your eyes, stroking his tossed hair and rubbing at his strong shoulders.
âwhy canât i just tell you no.â he whispered against your clit, giving it another kiss before sealing you back up. âletâs get you home. bet you had a really long night of fucking with dudes that canât make you cum.â there he was. arrogant as ever.
âyou sound jealous.â you pulled your dress back down and over your thighs. jungkook watched for traffic before pulling back onto the road.
âjealous? that orgasm got you feeling gassed up now huh?â
âan orgasm i could have given myself, thank you.â
âan orgasm you begged me for.â
âwhen will you stop running your pussy munchers and just fuck me?â you pouted at him mockingly. the respect he had left you for was dwindling. he was probably going to take you up on that disrespect part. while he did get too close tonight, it still wouldnât be that easy for him to betray his best friend. no matter how taunting you were, he wasnât going to fuck you. as much as his dick was aching for you, it wasnât happening, not yet. he pulled up outside of your house and walked you up to the door. he walked several feet behind with his hands stuffed in his pockets. if you were to ever get caught for this he would be the one making it too obvious.
once you pushed the door open both of you tip toed through the living room and into the kitchen. you flicked on the light and came face to face with a startled mingyu who was standing by the microwave, the light bouncing off of his face.â kookie!â mingyu sprung up from his spot and engulfed his best friend in a hug. he was just slightly taller, so mingyu did suffocate him a bit. âmissed your lil cute ass, jihyoâs upstairs too if you wanna say hi.â
âyour sister is here too by the way.â you rolled your eyes and went for the stairs. you were ready to just hit your bed right now.
âoh yeah the one that iâve seen every waking second of my life? and donât pull anything like that again.â of course you couldnât get away without getting scolded. âyouâre lucky jungkook was able to grab you, you love going out on nights i make plans.â
âyeah sure, whatever. but thanks koo, for giving me a ride and all.â you said, underlying your words with a thanks to something else.
âanytime, you know iâll always give you anything, when you need it.â in front of mingyu too? where did this bold side of him come from? you both locked eyes briefly, mingyu was busy pulling his food from the microwave. you looked away, dissolving the tension between you two and saving it for another time. meanwhile jungkook had been watching you walk up the stairs in that skimpy dress that wouldnât stop rolling up your ass. your hand did little to cover it, very purposely at that. he only took his eyes away when you disappeared into your room with a slam of your door.
âthanks for getting her seriously,â mingyu shook jungkook from his trance. he held out two beers that he must have opened during jungkookâs staring contest with your pussy. âiâm just starting to hate when she goes out without us you know? this campus is getting too dangerous. iâm glad we live with our parents at least.â mingyu explained.
âi feel the same way, these guys are getting fucking weird.â jungkook sighed, taking a swig of the bottle.
âthat, and the fact that jaehyun has been talking to her more, like around the house and shit when heâs here. itâs weird, he knows i hate that.â jaehyun was one of many in their friend group. but how every group had sub units to break off from it, jaehyun, jungkook, and mingyu had formed into their own little trio. it was weird, how he was all of a sudden asking shit like your favorite foods and movies. jungkook thought so too. you didnât know him like that. they didnât know why he was trying to get to know you like that.
mingyu made sure that you knew none of their friends, with exception of jungkook. he knew jungkook would never betray him in that sense. he listened to mingyu ramble on about how dead jaehyun was if he touched you, how heâd better pray for his life to be spared if he did as much as think about you.
âi donât think jaehyun is that dumb. canât be.â jungkook said sternly, yet with undertones of guilt.
âbetter not be. god iâd fucking kill him. anyone who tries to touch her iâllâ ugh, fuckinâ swear.â
he and jungkook raised their bottles at the same time, both taking long sips before resting them on the counters again.
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belladonna
in which you have to get your tetanus shot, and spencer is there to hold your hand. and⌠tease you. just a little bit. (bandages universe)
fluff warnings/tags: needles/r has needle phobia, flirty!reader, idiots in love, teasing, not established relationship yet, anxiety, Spencer makes a joke abt his addiction, did I mention IDIOTS IN LOVE a/n: works as a standalone, as do all the bandages fics I believe. anyway hope u like! <3
âSpencer, I donât think I can do this.â
He sets down his shoddy hospital coffee and grabs your knee to stop your leg from its rapid bouncing, exerting a gentle pressure when you donât immediately comply.
âYes, you can. Just breathe, okay? Try to relax. Itâs much harder for your brain to remain in fight-or-flight if your body is relaxed.â
âNo, itâsâI feel like I canât breathe right now,â you say, chest constricted in a vice of panic. âI think my heart is beating too fast, Iââ
Footsteps approach from the hallway and your head snaps up, cold dread filling every vein in your bodyâbut they continue past your door.
âOh my god, Iâm losing it. Iâm going to die here,â you rave, digging the heels of your palms into your eyes. The gauze wrapped around your hand presses against your brow and beneath it a cut throbs dullyâa cruel reminder of what it is that youâre doing here in the first place.
Spencer gives up on trying to make you stop bouncing your leg, and instead the hand travels to your jaw to find your pulse. His fingers feel cool against your warmed skin, accentuating the constant thrum of your heart. You watch his face anxiously as fifteen seconds go by.Â
âYour pulse is pretty high,â he admits gravely, returning his hands to his pockets. Your brow knits at his sudden solemnity as you look up at him. âIâm not a medical doctor, but⌠we might have to take you to the hospital.â
Any trace of worry withers from your face. âTruly hilarious.â
The corner of his mouth turns up a little.
âSee? Youâre calm enough to make a sarcastic joke at my expense. If you were actually going to die I doubt you would be able to do that.â
âWanna make a bet?â you snap.
âDefinitely not,â he smiles, warm eyes alight and not at all fazed by your attitude. âYouâre the last person Iâd bet against.â
âHa,â you say bitterly, eyes darting to the door again. âIn that case I might just take my chances with tetanus.â
âI just watched you slice your hand open on a rusty fence, take down a man twice your size, and get ten stitches without flinching. Needles should be afraid of you.â
At least now your face is warming from the compliment and not the anxiety.Â
âItâs... different. Like, stitches and shots. Shots really fucking freak me out. I donât know if you could tell. Iâm sure I seem really chill about it.â
He nods sagely. âTrypanophobia. Itâs among the most common phobias in the world, next to Arachniphobia, Ophidiophobia, Acrophobia, Aerophobia. You have Astraphobia, too, donât you? Fear of storms?â
âSpencer.â
âI also used to struggle with needles, actually.â
You look back at him, suddenly curious.
âUsed to?â
âYeah, but I pretty much got over it when I got all the vaccines for my clearance at the Academy. Becoming addicted to intravenous drugs helped, too, but I wouldnât recommend it,â he muses, examining the art on the wall behind you and taking a sip of his coffee.
At that exact moment, the door opens and a very professional, very exhausted-looking nurse hurries in. You hardly even register her because youâre staring at Spencer, trying to figure out if you just heard him right. Heâs looking right back at you over the rim of his cup, eyes dancing with what looks like suppressed mirth.
The nurse says something, and you bless her with an âuh-huhâ, unable to take your eyes off of Spencer.
âI must be hallucinating,â you say.
âWhat? Youâre the only one allowed to make off-color jokes at inappropriate times?â
âI didnât even know you could make a regular joke, honestly.â
âYou ready, dear?â says the nurse, swabbing your upper arm with an alcohol wipe.
âAh! Spencer!â You yelp, thrusting out your hand for him to take. He quickly sets the cup  back down on the window sill and takes your outstretched hand, stepping closer.
âRelax,â he laughs upon seeing how your shoulders have risen to meet your ears. âDonât look over there. Look at me.â Gently he brushes a loose strand of your hair behind your shoulder, redirecting your focus toward him. At this point youâve gone catatonic anyway, so you donât resist, although it doesnât seem to matter much because youâre basically blacking out. âLiterally relax your arm. I'm serious. It will hurt less.â
âSmall pinch, darlinâ,â the nurse says, and you clench your jaw so hard youâre afraid you might break a tooth, and maybe some tetanus-induced lockjaw wouldnât actually be so bad, and sheâs touching your arm now, and who made that extremely undignified squeaking noise, andâ âAnd youâre done.â
You frown.
âIâm done?â
âYouâre done,â the nurse repeats. Logically she has no reason to lie to you about this, but you look over to check anyway because thereâs simply no way youâre done just like that. Sure enough, sheâs smoothing a band-aid over your shoulder and pulling your sleeve back into place.
You look back at Spencer as if searching for a second opinion, utterly baffled. He carefully frees his poor hand of your bone crushing grip and grabs your discarded FBI jacket from the chair, handing it to you.
âThatâs it?â you say, taking the jacket and absent-mindedly folding it on your lap.
âThatâs it. You did it.â
âReally? Thatâs all? I feel like it canât be that easy. I donât even think I felt anything,â you ramble, rolling your shoulder around, and finding just a bit of soreness.
âYou were so brave,â he nods, stepping closer to wipe something warm and wet away from under your eyes. âAmericans can rest easy knowing theyâve got someone like you in the FBI.â
âShut up. Am I crying?â
He laughs, and the twinkly sound fills you with even more joy than normal. Everything seems a little brighter, a little warmerâprobably another adrenaline rush or a result of your brain releasing a trace amount of opioids in response to the pain.
âJust a little bit.â
âYou two are FBI?â The nurse says, like she canât quite believe it.
Before you can tell her that you donât very much like her tone, Spencer nods.
âBehavioral analysis unit.â
âOh! You guys catch all those serial killers?â
He nods politely, giving her a flat smile. âThatâs the goal, yes.â
âWow. Thereâs a meet-cute to tell your children.â
You snort and immediately clap your good hand to your mouth, looking up at Spencer to see how heâll react. Of course heâs already red and stammering.
âOh, noâIâmaybe I misled you, weâre not, uh⌠weâre not together. Not like that. We are partners in the, in the sense of our job, notâweâre not romantically involved. Justâco-workers. Friends. Weâre, Iâd say weâre good friends. I mean, sheâs great. Sheâs very nice, and, wellâmaybe nice isnât exactly the right word, but sheâs, you knowââ
âSpencer,â you interrupt.
âYou ready to go?â he says immediately, looking very grateful that someone finally cut him off. Works like a charm, every time.Â
You stand, and to your surprise, wobble a bit on your feet. Spencer steadies you with a hand to your waist. âWoah,â you mutter, trying not to look too disoriented.
âYou need to eat,â he says. âWith how anxious youâve been you probably completely burned through whatever calories were in your system. Itâs a parasympathetic nervous system response to adrenaline.â
âI know what it is.â You grab his hand and turn to the nurse, who is looking at the two of you with a bemused, slightly clinical interest. âUm... thanks? Right?â
âOkay,â Spencer says. âWeâre leaving now. Come on. Go.â
As heâs herding you out the door, you keep trying to look at him over your shoulder. âIs it weird that I kind of liked it? Does that, like⌠point to something?â
âNever repeat that,â Spencer says, shaking his head, but you can hear the strain of a hidden smile in his voice.Â
You smile up at him as the two of you walk down the empty hallway, swinging his hand in yours.
âShe thought we were together,â you say, and itâs almost a gloat, though Spencer canât quite wrap his mind around what that might mean. Instead, he relishes the weight of your hand in his. He doesnât exactly remember when that became commonplace, but he never takes it for granted. He canât help the smirk across his face which always lets you know heâs going to say something snarky.Â
âShe just doesnât understand that you need constant attention or youâll die.â
Luckily, youâre used to each other. Quips are just one prevalent dialect in your vast love language.Â
âYup. Iâm a delicate, rare flower.â
Spencer scoffs lightly.
âYeah. Like deadly nightshade. Or water hemlock.â
âThose ones are pretty, right?â
He squeezes your hand. Imagines telling you that heâs in love with you and has been for a very long time.Â
Instead, he thinks about dinner.Â
âGorgeous. Where do you want to eat, Belladonna?â
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