#The chain from the necklace is so fucking annoying

[chewysgummies]

GUYS OMG-

I actually got her the stuff I wanted for her!!!

I already told this to the plushie server, but I thought about visiting the build a bear store again just so I can try on this pink cozy jacket pajama and give Starfy my "call me" retro telephone pin

[sforzesco]

‘Is there a point to any of this or do you just want to see how much more I can take?’ snaps Crassus. ‘Oh, I knew there was still some bite left in you,’ says Cethegus, thrilled. Cethegus teaches Crassus the art of politics and the ways of business. Sulla is not a fan.

Sulla: the Last Republican, Arthur Keaveney

Crassus, Catilina, and the Vestal Virgins, Ronald Syme

Sulla: the Last Republican, Arthur Keaveney

[mariahcarreyyy]

max making u wear a pendant with his initials/driver's number engraved around ur neck coz he likes to watch it swing when u ride him

# 📝 send a prompt and a driver for me to write a short blurb or scenerio ! nsfw 18+ below beware⬇️⬇️

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"Where's the necklace?"

Max's words had made you halt. He placed a gentle hand on your collarbone, pushing you gently from where you were mouthing at his neck and stroking his thumb where the gold of his initials should be.

With furrowed brows, you craned your neck down to follow his disheartened glare. The absence of the cool chain around your neck didn't seem quite as important as the growing need for max, max, max.

"Dunno," you mumbled dismissively, rolling your hips from where you were straddling his legs on the bed. "Ah—bathroom, 'think, t-took it off to shower."

Your boyfriend hummed sweetly before lightly tapping the side of your thigh. "Get it."

Barely forcing down a whimper, you bit your lip, tugging on the hem of his baggy shorts. "Max, please, just—"

A taunting, raised brow was enough to have you huffing and hauling yourself off of his lap. The walk from the bathroom and back to Max's arms, barely ten steps, made your eyes glassy and the pleasure stirring in your stomach boil.

You made the mistake of catching your reflection in the mirror: flushed cheeks, hair sprawled in various directions, and an evident pout etched onto your face. The necklace was expensive; you'd known that, but had Max really needed to stop you mid-foreplay to run and get it?

Judging by his cocky smirk and the fact that he'd fumbled out of his clothes in the ten seconds you'd left, you guessed so. Your eyes drifted down his body, past the sweaty abs, and onto his hand, lazily stroking his hard cock. You wanted it inside you, in your mouth—fuck, he was making it really hard to stay annoyed.

"Happy?" you grumbled, your facade slipping when Max swiftly pulled you into his lap, shivering slightly as he nearly ripped the shirt off of your body, the cold air hitting your nipples and Max's wet tongue trailing kisses down your neck.

Moans slip past your lips, and you slide a hand down to the angry, red tip of Max's length. You grin wildly when he groans, the vibrations rippling against your skin and shooting straight down to your core. "More than." He cups the swell of your ass with his massive palms and lifts you up to hover over his dick. "C'mon, shatje, make y'self feel good on m'cock."

And who were you to deny Max that?

The stretch of his cock burned like it always has, spikes of pleasure overcoming the momentary pain. Max's desperate moans mixed with yours, echoing across the room. After a few seconds, Max's palm impatiently striked at your ass, making you jolt and bite your lip to avoid the embarrassing sound that would have left your lips. "M-Max, oh, fuck."

You lifted your hips, almost slipping Max's slick-covered dick out of your wet pussy before dropping back down. Max's eyes were half-lidded, a hazy grin plastered on his face; he watched the gold swing recklessly, worrying his bottom lip at the fast pace you'd set.

Max rolled his hips upward to meet your movements, and the loud yelp that left your lips made you flush. "Fuckk, s'good, baby—ah, all mine, yeah? All. Fucking. Mine."

Punctuating each word with a sharp thrust, Max almost came when your wet pussy clenched around him. "All yours, m'all yours, Max."

That was what the initials on your collarbones stood for, didn't they?

authors note. i havent written in so long pls forgive me everyone

[bywons]

﹆ WITH AND WITHOUT — LHS

⌕ where lee heeseung realises he messed up too bad

𖦹 pairing. toxic!bf! lee heeseung x f!reader w.c. 0.7k tw/cw. cursing, implications of cheating at end genre. angst/hurt sru's note. pls don't let this flop TT ( CATALOGUE?! )

¤ feedbacks and reblogs are always appreciated!

heeseung's head aches more than ever, and for every second that he stares at the minimalist silver pendant sitting still between your collarbones, it's thin silver chain hugging your neck ever so softly, it aches even more.

and now it's the time for his heart. he physically cringes out of guilt when he watches you retract your hand away from his. he just wants to hold your hand in his, wants to embrace the soft warmth that once felt like home, that cosy and cordial sensation that gave him butterflies.

but now that is long gone.

it started with heeseung really. from your shoulders missing the embrace of his arm to his cheeks missing your tickling, feathery kiss. neither of you know when this started; an invisible wall growing between you two, and all you can do is sit and watch, letting the wall increase the distance you've already built in between you both.

“you should focus on the movie instead”, your tone is boring, maybe even annoyed. or maybe none, heeseung simply doesn't know. he can't concentrate on whatever's playing in front of him, his eyes are fixed on your necklace, sending such visuals to his brain out of which he can only think of scenarios that hammers his heart even more.

the pendants’ a heart. it's a fucking heart.

“yeah, i am”, heeseung lies, again. just like the way he lied to you three months ago saying he would definitely attend your birthday party albeit his rough basketball practice.

you searched for your boyfriend's compelling face for hours that evening. waited for him the whole night, an hour passed by, then two, then three. every face in your apartment left and the one that should've been there by your side on the couch, holding you in his arms and kissing you all over, was not there. lee heeseung indeed broke his promise that day, along with a piece of you.

“really? what just happened right now then?”, you yawn, munching on the caramel popcorn, a flavour you didn't really like. but heeseung is unable to answer your question right now, he doesn't find enough words to formulate a sentence and explain why he didn't really know what was going on in the movie. his eyes just mindlessly read over the subtitles at the bottom of the screen not really getting the context behind it, there are more vital thoughts in the back of his head, eating him alive in this moment.

heeseung mentally curses himself for instances that took place months ago. instances which once broke your heart, you cried over it, burying your face in the pillow and then eventually forgetting about it. instances that heeseung never cared enough to think about twice before going to bed, or use to reflect on his actions or even think about it.

but suddenly heeseung wishes he could go back in time and return to your birthday party that evening, he wishes he was not that casual to flirt with your best friend in front of you, he wishes he hadn't caused those meaningless arguments with you, he wishes he'd never told you that his ex was better. heeseung wishes he was a better boyfriend for you.

“this one new?”, and heeseung's eyes are back on the necklace you were wearing, it's dainty silver heart infuriating him even more and he can't find the reason why. why the fuck can't he recognize the necklace?

“this one?”, you very well know which one he means when you point at the silver necklace on your neck, or else why will you be sitting with your cardigan pushed all the way down to your collarbones? “you gave it to me, don't you remember?”, you smile.

“not really”, heeseung trails off, a smile from you felt odd after days of cold shoulder from you. it doesn't feel genuine though, so he returns another fake smile hoping you wouldn't notice, “maybe i forgot.”

heeseung can never forget, never ever when it comes to you. he might have been the worst boyfriend ever but he's dying for your touch right now, maybe playing hard to get in your own relationship got him? he can't bet on being ‘good boyfriend’ all over again, he knows he fucked up. but he can bet on one thing though.

he swears and he swears to god and all his 23 years of life, he has never bought that necklace for you.

‘cause why the fuck would it have a ‘J’ engraved on it?

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[hyukakisses]

We got beomie and hyuka as ghostface individually but what would happen when our sweet little reader ends up being ghostface with him????

I was binging the franchise and pondered on the idea since there’s typically more than one behind the mask OOooOoOoOoOo

I love spooky szn hahaha not as much as I love you!!!

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aww omg i love you too :D

-ghostface emo txt dating ghostface reader! (request!)

pairings: emo ghostface txt x ghostface reader

plot: random separate ghostface txt x ghostface reader headcanons

warnings: gore, smut, fluff, plot twist, txt infantilizing reader, cursing, death, heavily inspired by different ghostfaces’ from the scream franchise, bottom reader x top txt, takes place in university, established relationship between txt and reader, fan x celebrity dynamic between beomgyu and reader, (reader is jill roberts and beomgyu is charlie walker), crybaby reader

yeonjun as amber freeman ㅤׄㅤ 𝜗 ♥︎ 𝜚:

•when a second ghostface was back in town you were more paranoid than usual, resulting in giving yeonjun your sliver heart locket necklace as a form of protection. “w-wait jjunnie” a small squeak falls from your pouty lips as you lay beneath your boyfriend on your pretty back. yeonjun pulls away from your mouth with a whine of protest. “what is it baby? am i going too fast?” you shake your head at that question, “i-i just don’t know what i’d do if anything happened to you” your shaky hands reach up to take off the sliver chain around your neck and you cursed at yourself for sparing yeonjun. what makes him so different from the friends in your life? you hated them and you hate your boyfriend too right?

•with a flushed face, your hands wrap around yeonjun’s neck clipping on the heart locker necklace you always wore. “i just wanna make sure you’re okay.. with ghostface running around again im really scared of losing you” you cringed at yourself, hating how you just said how you felt out loud.

•yeonjun only smiles at your scared state, you really think he needs protection from the masked killer running around town? if only you knew. “thanks baby” yeonjuns brown eyes pierce down at your pretty skirt, “you have condoms right?”

•yeonjun loved how stupid you’d get from his cock each time he’d fuck you, smiling menacingly as the emo boy imagined how cute you’d look struggling to breathe with his hands wrapped around your airway- “jjunnie?” you call out weakly, yeonjun’s eyes open. “i wanna cum jjunnie” you’d whine at his fingers pinching and pull at your swollen bud. the cold metal from yeonjun’s rings making you shiver

•yeonjun always threw the best parties in campus, which annoyed you since you hated parties but whatever tonight can be the night you finally kill your boyfriend right? “why are you watching this?” you stand behind the couch yeonjun laid on watching the texas chainsaw massacre. “it helps calms me down” the black haired male finishes his drink, “hey baby can you please get me some more beer?” you sighed and nodded going into the basement. closing the fridge you jump at yeonjun standing in front of you with a grin, “that was a test and you failed!” “what? you said to get more beer!” “yeah and you should have asked me to come to the basement with you!” you scoffed contemplating if you should just kill yeonjun right here right now “look baby you can’t just go around in scary places alone with a masked killer around it just makes you look suspicious” “what? what do you mean i look suspicious?” yeonjun steps closer “it makes me think maybe you’re the killer running around woodsboro” you froze your eyes wide and yeonjun laughs at your petrified state “im kidding baby i know you’re not the killer” you narrowed your eyes confused now. “and how do you know that i’m not the killer?” yeonjun chuckles again walking so close to you that you felt his breath on your lips “because im the killer” you squeak falling to the ground below your feet “im kidding baby! jeez!” his strong arms lift you up to your feet again “no but seriously i know you’re not the killer because look at you, you’re such a crybaby i think even killing as something as little as a bug will have you confessing in shame. now come on let’s go i wanna play beer bong”

•you blinked confused at why you were being dragged in a closet, “jjunnie? what are you doing?” “baby just be quiet yeah? it’s hard to explain just- just don’t come out until you i come get you alright?” your eyes widen at yeonjun bonding your wrists together with a rope “i promise baby i’ll explain everything later just be a good girl and be quiet for me yeah?” and that’s when you knew yeonjun was the other ghostface running around town. “can you say ‘yes jjunnie i understand’ for me baby? i just wanna make sure you’re not going to leave” you were paralyzed with fear “y-yes jjunnie i understand”

•you felt like you were about to have a heart attack watching yeonjun clean his bloody arms with a rag, grabbing a huge stash of cash and stuffing it in a duffel bag. the sound of police cars coming from outside. you couldn’t lie you felt extremely turned on by watching your boyfriend slaughter people with his bare hands and a single knife but still you couldn’t believe yeonjun was the second masked killer all along. “you scream and ill silt your throat” yeonjun grabs you out of the closet whispering in your ear “or better yet i’ll tell the cops outside that you did this which wouldn’t be a lie considering you are the other killer” “how did you know?” your blood runs cold staring at the knife yeonjun had poking by your airway “oh come on baby you’re so fucking obvious you really think i’m that dumb? i mean you’re good with your killings i’ll give you that but you’re sloppy leaving pieces of the pretty ribbons you wear behind? you’re so lucky i was there to clean up your messes now be quiet and come with me” you felt an arm tug you by the back door as police officers burst through the front door.

soobin as ethan landry 𝜗 ♥︎ 𝜚:

•am i gonna die a virgin? was all soobin could think about as he tries to listen to his classmates talk about a masked killer going around campus slaughtering everybody. i mean soobin was one of the killers but who could the other killer be? he was nervously picking at his nails because of this. his mind immediately going to how badly you’re gonna flip at this

•soft whines and whimpers echo the walls on your bedroom when soobin’s tongue swirls around your right nipple while his large hand kneaded your left tit “binnie?” you call out making soobin whimper at you tugging his face up to meet yours “yeah?” his eyes bore into yours “i think i’m ready now” you were referring to losing your virginity. soobin’s face squints into a smile, “yeah?” he moves the hand from your tit and drags it underneath your short skirt. “you want me to pop your pretty little cherry? really baby?” you nod making your boyfriend excitedly kiss your lips

•soobin moans deeply his hands gripping onto your hips with an iron grip, fucking your smaller body onto his cock scared you’ll squirm away. “s-soobinnie!” you wail hugging onto your boyfriend tighter when you felt soobins cock reach your sensitive spot. his globes smacking against your ass making you whine at the burning sensation. “w-wanna cum! wanna cum” you babbled with tears welling at your pretty eyes. this action going straight for soobin’s dick making his hips stutter as he pulls you flush to his body. “yeah?” he drags you closer to his weeping cock, his hand rubbing tight circles on your puffy clit making you weep pathetically, your cunt twitching uncontrollably when you cum all over soobin’s cock triggering his long awaited release. the emo boy sighing dreamily when he shoots in load in your pussy, —this is way better than getting off to hentai

•you constantly tease soobin after that night, giggling about how you both weren’t going to die as a virgins and how you told your friends and they high fived you. which normally could have set soobin off but he let that slide. soobin pretty much let anything slide, even your cute habit of calling him ‘bunny!’ each time you see him in public. soobin just thought you were too cute to kill anybody. so that definitely rules you out on his ghostface suspicions…

•“binnie?” you break the makeout session you were currently in with the secret masked killer. “you won’t let ghostface hurt me right?” your faux eyes in fear bore into soobins as he huffs at the loss of contact from your lips. “i-i won’t, i-ll fucking kill him you hear me?” soobin chants yanking you into another kiss, a large hand presses against your throat, hard enough for you to feel but not hard enough to choke you. “promise?” you breathed smiling holding out your pinky. soobin chuckles wrapping his pinky around, yours kissing your hand before kissing you again. “i won’t i swear i won’t- i promise” you felt yourself melt at the reassurance. “i love you bunny” you flush watching your boyfriend play with your hand. “your hand is so small” “look at how big my hand looks compared to yours” you thought soobin randomly comparing your hand sizes was cute

•when soobin asked you to get his pierce the veil cd you were more than willing to do so! reaching in his top drawer and when you felt something shiny you just assumed it was the said cd, before you let out a wince in pain at a stabbing sensation. “what the-“ your eyes widen at the familiar knife you mistaken for the cd. you couldn’t believe your boyfriend who reminded you of a bunny could be a crazed serial killer. without saying anything you tuck the knife away and start to look elsewhere for the requested item

•watching soobin slice open a boy’s throat from under your bed definitely wasn’t on your bingo card. you shook in fear and your hands cling on your mouth in attempt of silencing your whimpers, not so sure if you were whimpering in fear or arousal. you just couldn’t believe soobin went as far as killing some guy for you just out of his own jealously- maybe you can come clean about being ghostface too? you yelp when you felt your leg being pulled. okay fuck that! you were definitely too scared maybe you won’t tell him until you’re certain he won’t cut you up too

beomgyu as charlie walker ㅤׄㅤ 𝜗 ♥︎ 𝜚:

•beomgyu was absolutely obsessed with horror films, the boy even ran a club for it. so he was definitely caught up with the ghostface lore, even as going far as making documentaries his victims that loved around woodsboro.

•you thought this was annoying, how beomgyu followed you around like a lost puppy with a stupid camera in your face because he thought you were pretty. or how beomgyu would invite himself over your house to watch a scary movie and forced you to download letterboxd for him

•beomgyu was pathetic, you never talked to him around campus yet he has this huge crush on you and he knows everything about you. from your favorite color to the fact that you’re not this moody girl you painted yourself to be, but instead you were a huge crybaby who talked to your stuffed teddy bears out of loneliness.

•beomgyu began watching you through binoculars each time you left your window open. his cock weeping with pre cum in his pants as he snaps photos of you pleasuring yourself with your adorable little plushies. praying to god you’d stop being a bitch and let him fuck you

•beomgyu’s heart filled up with joy when you randomly asked him out. you claimed you’ve always had a thing for him and his nerdy interests but really you just wanted help in your ghostface scheme. you knew beomgyu wouldn’t say no.

•your heart pounds in your ears as you stare at the bloody portrait beomgyu placed behind your teddy bear. it was a boy you had math with, gutted all over a mattress and you really feared beomgyu at this moment, afraid of what he might do to you if he found out you were just using him

•“you’re not fucking serious? you’re backing out because you’re scared you’ll get caught?” beomgyu chuckles blowing another thrust at your sloppy cunt making you whimper loudly. “we’re not done with this ghostface shit until i say so you hear me? now stop fucking moving and make yourself useful and take my cum yeah?” beomgyu breathes yanking you up and down his member, using you as a fleshlight. “if you threaten me like that again i’ll fucking you kill you and behead your plushies” beomgyu laughs at your teary eyes. proceeding to kiss you deeply shoving his tongue down your pretty throat <3

taehyun as billy loomis 𝜗 ♥︎ 𝜚:

•taehyun knew you were behind recent killings the second you expressed your jealously. “i’ll.. i’ll kill her if you don’t stop being her friend!” you told taehyun about how you hated his girl best friend. well you actually hated all of his friends but that’s not the point. taehyun was able to calm you down after swearing he’ll stop the friendship, but when he heard about the death of his beloved friend he knew it was you.

•taehyun asked you carefully, afraid he’d upset you if you had anything to do with the murder. “so what if i did? why are you asking? did you wanna fuck her or something!” you sob at the accusation. taehyun panicked and immediately dropped the conversation comforting you was more important

•taehyun also found your ghostface mask and black robe when he was doing your laundry, already imagining how baggy the piece of clothing looked on you. a smile crept onto his face when he should have been scared

•taehyun thought how blunt you were about something as serious as killing was cute the way you can babble about gutting any girl he ever talks to and then show him your collection of ribbons like if nothing happened really did throw him off

•“what’s your favorite scary movie?” you heard ghostface whisper in your as he stuffed his long fingers inside your wet cunt. smiling as he notices the tears down your chubby cheeks. “black.. black swan!” you cry holding onto taehyun’s wrist, scared he’d kill you right there despite you being ghostface yourself. taehyun lifts the ghostface mask off his face needing to kiss you, this reveal making you jump. “h-hyunnie?” your cunt squeezes taehyun’s digits as he spreads your folds apart. “shhh just relax and be a good girl for me yeah? lay down so i can have my meal.” he smacks a hand down your pretty clit. lightly tossing you back in your baby pink sheets ):

•when taehyun started killing along with you, you grew lazy on your killing spree. “you can do it hyunnie i just wanna play animal crossing” “you’ll take over for me right?” you smile handing him your ghostface mask and robe “you’re way stronger than i am hyunnie!” taehyun would take this role very seriously

•taehyun let you do whatever you wanted until you started spiraling. “i had to hyunnie! she was going to take you away from me!” you sob hysterically, soaked in your victim’s blood. “baby she was just delivering mail” taehyun sighed scared you’ll blow your cover, along with his. “how about you just let hyunnie deal with the killing from now on yeah? you just sit there and look pretty” he coos at your quivering lips, pulling you into the bathroom he’ll just clean up your mess later.

huening kai as stu mutcher 𝜗 ♥︎ 𝜚:

•huening kai didn’t have a serious bone in his body, he was always giggling at something despite being very fucking weird and awkward. i mean who has a collection of butterfly knives? and who gifts that to someone else else? nobody knew how he pulled you.

•the only time you’ve ever seen kai so serious was when you both were listening to tommy february and tommy heavenly 6 on his hello kitty cd player, aruging over who was better. you being team heavenly and him being team february.

•hyuka being one of the masked killers just didn’t make any sense to you. despite everyone on campus saying he gave off that vibe, you refused to believe that rumor. you knew huening kai better than anybody, this is the same guy who sung you lullabies when you needed sleep but couldn’t sleep on your own. the same guy who kissed your plushies goodnight before kissing you. the same guy who screams like a princess when he gets splashed by water. the same boy who watched magical shoujo girl anime with you and knew the soundtrack of each anime by heart. so seriously? why does everyone think he could be ghostface? because he owns black nail polish and wore black clothing? how stupid.

• your hands brace themselves on a teddy bear kai gave you for good measure as his pierced tongue swirls against your cute clit, the taste of the strawberry you were eating earlier lingering on your pretty pussy. you let out a quiet sob as you felt the cold piece of metal tug at your puffy bud, “n-ningie i-i can’t take it! wanna cum! need to cum!” your cries quickly turn to sobs as your heart thumps. you felt like you were going to burst if you didn’t cum any time soon. hyuka smiles against your heat, loving the stinging sensation of your gentle pulling at his long black hair. “yeah?” he pulls away from your cunt and replaces his mouth with his fingers, jabbing his pointer and middle finger at your sweet spot hovering over your smaller body. watching how you squirm at his touch. “is that it baby? is that your little princess spot? or should i aim higher?” kai teases his hair falling over his eyes. when you’re about to respond, the emo boy pulls away making your eyes wide in disbelief. “ningie!” you let out a wail “i wanna cum! please let me cum!” more tears fall down your face as you helplessly tug on kai’s shirt. eventually coaxing him to let you but on one condition. “okay baby i’ll let you cum but you’re cumming all over my cock understood?”

•when you hid underneath your friends bed sheets, you couldn’t help but flinch violently when you felt blood splash all over the blanket around you. you squeeze your eyes shut as an attempt to play dead thinking the killer currently slicing up your bestfriend would spare you. you felt bad but you did tell her to not go downstairs. when loud footsteps near the bed you were laying you shivered. covering your mouth to quiet your breathing. yelping when you felt a yank from the covers, you were about to get stabbed until ghostface studies your face. kai immediately covers you up again taking his leave, this confused you.. why did you get spared?

•when the coast was clear you shakily try to make a run back home, freezing in your tracks when you notice a cardcaptor sakura sealing wand charm on the ground. this immediately makes you realize that you were spared because huening kai was the man underneath the mask. you were scared at what he’ll do if he knew that you knew

•“where are you going?” you gave kai a pout, reaching up to bring the boy closer to your body. “i just have to go finish my homework” hyuka lies but you knew that wasn’t true “i know you’re ghostface” you blurt out like word vomit. “and? what are you going to do about it? throw on your ghostface mask and kill me too?” kai laughs unserious, you quickly shake your head no. “good girl now be quiet i’ll be back later”

a/n: wait happy halloween what the fuck there’s only a week left until halloween..

[starcrossed-lov3rz]

An Equal

Feyd Rahtha x Fem!Reader

Warnings: MDNI, some violence (not very graphic), there is a moment where reader is touched without express consent (NOT FEYD THO)

Words: ~ 1.1K

Description: Feyd sees you as an exotic pet. Something to collect. Something to brag about. Until, one day, he finds out about human’s lethality. Being almost killed by you in a fit of rage, he realizes that you are not just an alien. You love him. - Based on this request

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“I feel like a fucking zoo exhibit.” You mutter, pulling at the ridiculous assortment of jewels and silks draped across your body. Zoo exhibit didn’t even remotely describe it….you were more like a piece of art on display. 

Every day, Feyd sent a darling to your rooms with the clothing he picked for you. They ranged from intricate to barely-there wisps of gauzy fabric. But today? He’d really outdone himself today. A silk skirt hung low on your hips, and the matching bra fit like a glove. A sheer shawl draped crossed your shoulders. Feyd spared no expense with jewels today. Delicate gold chains wound around your exposed waist. Your arms decorated in gold bands. 

“You look beautiful,” Feyd’s darling praised. “He will be pleased.”

You roll your eyes as the darling coils your hair into a loose updo. Of course Feyd would be pleased. His little pet is dolled up and ready to show off to every disgusting bureaucrat and diplomat here for the fight.

Feyd fought often, but you’d never seen him spar in the arena before. He insisted the darlings keep you away from the arena so he didn’t ‘break your weak earthling spirit’ too soon. You should be honored at how delicately Feyd treats you, given his awful temper and violent tendencies. You were anything but. It didn’t matter how often you tried to lash out and annoy him, Feyd always laughed at your antics. 

“Come with me, he wants to see you before the fight.”

Numbly, you follow the darling as she guides you through the maze of hallways. 

“My darlings,” Feyd greets you both. He’s standing amongst a group of diplomats, towering over most of them. 

“Is this her?!” One of the more brazen diplomats steps forward, examining you like some prized show animal. You grit your teeth in annoyance as he pokes and prods you, hands lingering suspiciously long. Looking to Feyd, it’s clear you’re not the only one upset with the display. Feyd’s eyes are glued to where the diplomat’s hands rest on your hip.

You roll your eyes, batting his hand away and moving to stand beside Feyd. “Where’s your leash, pet?” He asks, tilting your head up with a hand on your chin. Feyd’s fingers trail down your throat, toying with your delicate gold necklace.

“I left it next to yours,” you offer dryly. 

Feyd’s smirk dims, his hand instantly moving to grip your neck. The pressure is noticeable, but nowhere near the strength you know Feyd is capable of. “Watch your tongue, pet.” 

Sarcasm probably wasn’t the best move today. Normally, you would shy away from any behavior that could irritate Feyd. Not today. The lack of autonomy was wearing on you, slowly stripping whatever sense of self preservation you had left. Your eyes flick up to Feyd’s, choosing to stare him down rather than respond. 

The world melts away as you both refuse to back down from the silent challenge. The same diplomat from before breaks the tension. He bows quickly before addressing Feyd. “na-Baron, you were telling us earlier how well your earthling can play the baliset, I believe as our most gracious host that you should offer us so entertainme-”

“No.” 

You fight the urge to react, but you’re just as shocked as the diplomat. Feyd frequently made you perform for guests. 

“But, na-Baron-”

“No,” Feyd said. “The fight will begin soon. That will be entertainment enough.”

Of course. Feyd wasn’t refusing because the diplomat had mistreated you earlier. He just didn’t want to delay his precious fucking fight. You step back out of Feyd’s reach. “You should go prepare for your fight, na-Baron.” 

“You wound me,” Feyd smirks. “Are you not going to wish me well for this fight?”

“I believe the drugged slaves in the arena are luck enough, na-Baron.” Now you’re definitely playing with fire. Feyd’s fists clench and he reaches for the knife sheathed on his thigh. 

You brace yourself. This is it. You just couldn’t be satisfied with pretty dresses and Feyd’s condescending affection. The novelty has worn off, and he’s going to kill you. You shut your eyes, waiting for a blow that never comes. Instead, you hear the knife clatter against the floor.

“Pick it up.” Feyd orders.

“What-”

“Pick it up.”

“I-”

“Pick it up or you will take my place fighting those ‘drugged slaves’ in the arena.” Feyd’s tone is even, no hint of humor or whatever passes as a sick joke for him.

You crouch slowly, your face heating in anger and shame as you hear laughs from the group of guests. 

“na-Baron, she would be better suited as a prize for the victor.” Your hand tightens around the handle, and you see red. You recognize that voice. The disgusting diplomat. With the wandering hands. 

Trying to calm down, you force yourself to breathe evenly. Feyd’s eyes never drift away from you, his calculating stare watching your every move. As you straight up, you feel a hand grope your ass. “Let me take her place in the arena, na-Baron. I should have her cunt as a reward when I win.”

You snap, letting instinct and rage take over. Pivoting your stance, you drive Feyd’s knife into the stomach of the diplomat behind you. His hand drops from you as he screams in pain. “You bit-”

Feyd is silent. He hasn’t moved a muscle to help his guest. 

The diplomat scrambles back, tripping over his robes and falling to the ground. You can hear screaming from the onlookers, but everything sounds as if it’s underwater. You drop on top of the diplomat, stabbing him again and again. You let it all out. The anger. The frustration. The embarrassment. You pour everything you’ve bottled up from months of captivity into every stab. 

The knife slips from your hand, dropping to the floor. 

Your gaze focuses again.

He’s dead.

You look up.

Everyone but Feyd has fled.

He’s leaning against a pillar. Arms crossed as he watches the display with an unreadable expression.

Feyd pushes off of the pillar, walking towards you. He kneels beside you, picking the blade up and offering it to you. 

“Keep it.”

You laugh through the tears. Somehow those two words meant more to you than all the empty praise and gifts. In that moment, you're more than some pampered pet. 

An equal.

NOTE: Two uploads in two days? Is this Christmas? No, it's a request I finally completed!!! Sorry, no smut here! I was really feeling this prompt and it didn't organically develop into smut. Serious writing isn't something I normally do, so I hope it did your prompt justice!! ~ Lacie <3

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[possiblyreallyme]

Kinktober day 24: jewelry/wealth kink with Sabo

warning: theft, mentions of toys, body worship, mentions of choking, p in v.

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Beautiful jewels get shoved into the pockets of his coat, golden trinkets and necklaces hide in his sleeves, and he simply gives a mock look of concern when the nobles around him start frantically searching for their missing diamond cufflets and earrings before he sneaks out of the ballroom he and Koala had infiltrated.

Of course, they're not for him. No, he's already planning on how he'll surprise you with the riches he's stolen this time, giggling childishly when he pictures how you'd react, all the while bashing a guard's face against the wall like it was nothing. It's like he can't help himself when something shiny sparkles in the corner of his eyes. That'll look so good on her, he always thinks.

"My love," He's purring like always, pink lips curled at the edges into a leer that makes pirates shiver, but he has only the best intentions as he bows and presses kisses to your, sadly, baren knuckles. You couldn't be surprised, and though the obvious weight in his shirt pocket does catch your eye, you already know what he's planning.

"I have something for you." He's done this a million times before, and the space in your closet specifically for his many finds and treasures is proof.

Gloved fingers clasp the many little hooks of the necklaces together around the back of your neck, sliding the rings onto your fingers with a smug smile as if he's just proposed, pressing kisses to your wrists before helping to cover them with bracelets. Eventually, he's even got you on a nice leather seat, pressing his lips to the top of your foot as he wraps your ankles in more gold and silver and jewels then you could count.

He's an utter showoff, and though his arrogance greatly annoys his peers, he just can't find it in himself to stop. He's the second in command of the Revolutionary Army— why not flaunt his skills a bit by swiping anything your eyes dart to when out in public?

"I told you-" He moans as he drills his cock into you again, hips meeting yours as he grinds his pelvis into the beautiful silver and onyx belly-chain he stole from the duke's daughter on his last mission, one that so perfectly stretched across your stomach and stayed tied around your waist with its webs made of pearl and aquamarine. "-It looks so damn good on you."

He lives for the way your moans and whines harmonize with the jingle of all the jewelry, biting his tongue in an effort to hold back his own noises— the last thing he wanted was to drown out the siren-like calls you let out.

His eyes zeroed in on the golden pieces around your nipples, reaching a hand up to pinch at the sensitive flesh and make you writhe, his own lashes fluttering in sync with yours as his eyes roll back in his head.

"Ughhhhh- wish you could see how perfect you look, boutta cum so hard," He's practically babbling at this point, blond locks stuck to his cheeks with sweat. Cock pulsing each time his blunt, red tip pressed to your cervix.

The beauty that he saw in you was something a poet would die to write about, how Sabo could never call your face and your body anything but ethereal, no matter if it was decorated with pretty jewels or completely baren. Though the treasures accentuating your skin and shining in the light did itch his brain in a way that made him feel more like a dumb virgin, aching for release than he did a painfully smart revolutionary.

"Wanna- wanna fuck you with a diamond up your pretty ass. Wanna choke you with gold." Why he wanted to see you bathed in wealth and cum was something he didn't quite understand, but it didn't worry him enough to try and find out.

"You want that? Wanna suck on a ruby while I fuck your hot little cunt, sweet girl?" He panted out, hips stuttering at the thought. He always felt proud of how you tightened up when he spoke like that, and his cock continued to swell as he held back the release that had been building up since he bottomed out half an hour ago.

He didn't think twice about what he told you, saying anything and everything that came to his mind no matter how dirty or odd it sounded. He couldn't even think when he was so overwhelmed with the sight of you all wrapped up in shimmering trinkets, when his nose almost burned from the sweet smell of your cunt and the arousal your sex splatted against his, when his ears were ringing from the pleasure but he could hear your moans and the squelching of your pussy so perfectly— not to mention how good it felt when you got so tight.

"Please, wrap your hands around my cock while you're wearing those gold rings I got you, please?"

[papaya-twinks]

mauve - l.n - p.3

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Sexism

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

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“God, she’s so fucking infuriating,” Lando said, balancing his phone against his water bottle as he buttoned up his white shirt. “You mentioned,” Max refrained himself from rolling his eyes as Lando ignored him. “Like, why does she insist on being such an annoying little shit? Is she trying to piss me off?”.

“And that stupid little dress she wore before practise and quali,” Lando said, his mind jumping back to the memory of the dress you’d worse, the thick, knitted black minidress, the holes between the wool showing off your skin. “Is she trying to tease me or something?” Lando asked, more to himself than to Max.

“I don’t think she wore it for you,” Max said, “but you sure are getting worked up about it,”. Lando rolled his eyes as his hands ran through his selection of chains and necklaces, sliding a couple rings onto his long fingers. “I’m not worked up about shit,” Lando said, his voice sounding forced and strained.

“Whatever,” Max scoffed, knowing Lando could be a stubborn little shit sometimes, “you blocked her for making a joke, at least unblock her maybe? Proves you’re not as petty as you made out to her,”. Max did have a point, Lando supposed, as he took his phone out, hand hovering over the ‘unblock’ button.

You hadn’t even blocked him back, which onto made him look petty. God, you knew his game better than he did. “Look, me and some do the guys are gonna head down to the club, meet us there when you’re done selecting which necklace is the least feminine,” Max said as Lando snickered, hanging up.

“She’s such a-,” Lando said, showing Max the phone. “A bitch, yeah, you mentioned,” Max said, rolling his eyes, “now what are you showing me?”, he squinted at the phone, reading the comments. “Man, I put them fire emojis, I always put them and she sent the extinguisher,” Lando groaned.

“You told her she was shit as well,” Max protested weakly, knowing Lando would either flip at that, or ignore it. “Whose side are you even on?” Lando grumbled, though he did know he was being unreasonable. But he just didn’t understand why he felt so….so annoyed with simply your presence.

“Fine,” Lando said, putting his phone back down, “if she wants a social media rivalry coz she’s too shit to even bring her car close to mine,” he hissed, “she can have that,”. But yet, as Lando forced himself to try and understand and make himself believe that he hated you…he couldn’t help doing what he did next.

As much as Lando hated to admit it, you were very beautiful. He could see why people said that, though you wouldn’t catch him dead with those words on his lips. It was well past midnight by now, as Lando just scrolled and scrolled through all your photos, the ones from your F2 days, karting days.

If little Lando had been told you’d be a driver one day, and he looked at you at that age, when you were little and karting too, he would’ve probably laughed. To him, what could a girl do? Well, tomorrow was when you showed what you could do.

You’d qualified 13th, just behind Alex, which was a pretty solid result considering you were driving a cheese grater on wheels, but mow was the race. Your palms were sweaty, arms heavy as you walked onto the grid. You’d at least manage to line your car up fine, which was a good sign in some respects.

You’re nervous, you could feel your heart throbbing against your chest, but on the surface you look calm and collected, ready to drive the shit out of this race. “Hi, Y/N,” an interviewer appeared out of nowhere as you walked up and down the pit lane, silently assessing each car.

“How are you feeling for the race?” she asked as you blinked for a few seconds. You opened your mouth, you’d forgotten what you’d practised, everything you wrote down, it was all gone. The race hadn’t even begun and you’d choked already. You gave the reporter a weak smile before nodding your head and walking back to your own car.

Not an encouraging boost. As you say in the car, talking quietly to yourself, you watched the light go off to signal a formation lap. It was the same as F2 and F3, just warm up your tyres, slide to the left and right to grab some heat into them. You’d done it countless times before, you could do it again, right?

“Fuck!” you hissed as your front left tyre immediately locked up at the front corner. You just about managed to make it round the corner, but it was no doubt that that type was no overheated, and more than likely flat spotted. “God, she’s locked up already?” Lando snickered as he watched you through his rear view.

He looked forward to telling Max he was right about you being shit. You lined up into your box, a little further back than you would’ve liked, as you waited for the lights to go out. One…two��three…four…five. And out they went, your foot stamping down on the accelerator. Much to your own surprise, you’d gotten a decent start.

You barely registered the cars that you passed, making up two places already as you made it round the first corner. Thank shit. Alex had made it up to tenth, the last of the points paying position, and you were just behind. The last thing you’d ever want to do on your debut was fuck up your teammate’s and your own race.

You watched as the cars who started on soft began to file into the pits, Lando included as he tapped his steering wheel with his fingers, waiting for the tyres to change. And where did he come out? Right behind you. Great. “For fucks’ sake,” Lando cursed to himself.

“Y/N, don’t fight it,” your radio engineer said as you ignored him, defending like it was the race of your life down to the first corner. “Y/N, please, don’t overheat your tyres, this isn’t your fight,”. You didn’t care, you hated Lando. You hated that man more than anything, he was nothing but a stupid jerk, he deserved it.

“Y/N, this isn’t our race, we’re not racing Lando, I repeat, we’re not fighting Lando,” your engineer said firmly. God, fuck it. With a silent yell, you let Lando pass you, watching him wave one hand out of the side of his cockpit to you. Was that a thumbs up or a middle finger? You couldn’t tell.

You struggled with your tyres for the remainder of that stint, pitting to come out in 9th, before getting swiftly overtaken by Alex, and then Daniel. It wasn’t a bad race, yes, you’d not come in the points, but you had only gone up two places.

Fuck, Lando, he was a dick.

[superluver]

Happy Home | G. Satoru

Desc: Suguru gives Satoru a little push to jog his memory

Cw: MANGA SPOILERS UP TO 237, Fem!Reader, Childhood Friends, Angst???, Slight Torture :>, BITTERSWEET, fluff, reunion,

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Satoru Gojo

wc: 2051

“Now come this way.” Suguru says, standing up from his seat.

Satoru raises an eyebrow, curious as to what his friend wants him to do. He finds himself shooting up a little bit too aggressively, something very light, unharmful if you will, hitting his upper chest. It’s cold, possibly metal, and he digs inside of his uniform to find a necklace around he neck.

Now he’s confused, because in high school, he had never worn a necklace.

Two rings were attached to the chain, and it was clear that it was carefully crafted. The jewel embedded in it was a blue matching his eyes. He blinked carefully, inspecting it.

Now, he felt as though something was missing.

“We’ll be back. Meet us there!” Suguru shouts with a wave to the rest if their friends, placing his hand on Satoru’s shoulder as he guides him through the empty airport’s terminal.

“Where the hell are we going?” Satoru asks.

Suguru snorts, rolling his eyes at his friend while muttering under his breath,

“So annoying…” licking his lips, he continues, “We’re going to find something.”

And with that, Suguru opens a door.

“What the fuck?” Satoru says, stopping outside of the open door. Suguru is inside of the room— can he even call it a room?

It’s a completely different location. Bright and sunny, a tall green hedge, and a familiar dirt path.

Suguru waves him to come, and after a long mental debate, Satoru gives in. He trudges inside with a slouch, blinking as he tries to figure out how he knows this place.

From the beginning of the path, in the distance on this exact cloudless day, Satoru has a memory of this exact setting.

And he’s watching the memory as an outsider. A young Satoru, no older than five, is holding the hand of a girl, the same age as his younger self. He breathes out, watching himself and the girl pass. The girl’s face is blank, but her yellow backpack was oh-so familiar.

His heart thumped, watching her turn back, and suddenly, the blank face turned into someone.

She stared back curiously, like someone was there but she couldn't see them. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and chubby cheeks puffed. But, for a split second he could have sworn she smiled.

Her face goes blank once more, but she’s no longer facing him. She’s facing the little Satoru who’s smiling brightly at her.

Suguru stands back at the door, his arms crossed as he nods his head back towards the door. Satoru feels like a robot, nodding wordlessly as he steps back in without question. His eyebrows are furrowed, clearly lost in thought.

In the same hall, Suguru walks down, standing in front of another door.

“Wait. Wait… before you open that up again, are you sure this isn’t a dream?” Satoru asks almost sweetly, fluttering his eyelashes like a fool at his best friend.

He deadpans, fed up with the white haired male.

Suguru swiftly opens the door and shoves his friend in, only for the infinity user to be met with a pit.

Screaming as he free falls down the dark depth, he eventually lands. Falling onto his back with a grunt, he turns to the side only to be met with a girl. She seems older now. Her body shakes as she gives a long laugh, the wind tousling her hair.

That familiar, annoying laughter is buzzing in his ear. And there he sees himself, identical to himself now, freefalling besides him.

He can’t hear the conversation between his other self and the girl, no matter if he strains his ears.

He stares at her once more, and he begins to realize that he knows her. He truly knows her.

It’s you.

Suguru’s rainbow scaled dragon lunges down, catching Satoru and taking him back to the door.

“Anything?”

“Yeah…” he breathes out. Suguru’s eyebrows shoot upward, excited that Satoru will finally remem—

“That was the girl we saw earlier!”

Suguru bites his tongue hard. His hand grips Satoru’s shoulder again, directing him to another door. “Okay, really look at her.” Suguru tells him. Satoru nods eagerly, this time he opens the door himself, and he’s slightly shocked.

Literally. Like electricity zaps him at his fingertips.

He pulls his hand away quickly, wincing before glaring at his friend while he shakes the stinging limb out.

“Whoops, forgot you couldn't do that.”

“The hell?”

“My bad,” he snickers, opening the door and smiling as he points him into the room.

The setting of this room is dimmer.

“Satoru, remember that these are just memories.”

Satoru is sitting at the table, chairs on the opposite ends but not on the side he is facing.

A woman with blindfolds his tied to the chair. Clearly bruised and beaten, her arms are tied with rope, rubbing her skin raw.

“Gojo Satoru,” the person commanded.

You lazily shook your head, your hair dry with your own blood. “We’ve got all day.” The man in front if you says calmly.

Your lips are chapped, dry and cracked with blood.

Satoru doesn’t realize he even turned his Cursed Technique on, not even knowing it was possible to turn it on in the after life.

His eyes gleam blue, and though your head is hung low, you can feel it.

Feel him.

You smirk, mumbling incantations that irritate the men in front of the table.

Suguru’s hand catches Satoru’s collar, and he’s instantly pulled back into the hallway of the terminal.

Satoru is laying down on the cold floor, staring up into the light hanging above him. Not even realizing he’s crying, he glances at Suguru.

“Where is she?”

Suguru sighs, showing him a small smile before ushering him up.

“It’s a long walk—”

“I don’t care.”

Suguru chuckles, “You never change do you?”

The last room in the hallway. All the way at the end.

Satoru had come to notice every door was different, but familiar. From your childhood, the doors were all the same, and on the opposite side were his own. He comes to realize that the memories were all your own. And his were across yours.

Suguru stops in front of the door, hands in his pockets. “Open it.”

Satoru analyzes his face, looking for even a hint of lies but he finds nothing. His hand shakily goes up to the knob, twisting it until it clicks open.

It’s a home.

The front door to a home. It’s bright, and there's distant humming. He looks at his hands, and they’re larger than he remembers. Sweatpants and a white t-shirt instead of his uniform on his body.

He looks around the home, and realizes this was the one the two of you designed years ago. When he turns around, Suguru is right behind him, older as well. He almost laughs.

“Dude, what the hell is going on?”

Suguru says nothing, pushing Satoru from the house door towards the living room, which left a completely open space in the kitchen.

There you are.

Leaning into the oven, at the table sat Megumi and Tsumiki, but the two were facing you. Your hair up, and it looks like you had just woken up.

You were laughing at something Tsumiki said, and when you turn around— oh he wishes he could capture this memory in a glass, watch it over and over.

“S–atoru?” You stammer, dropping the spatula you were holding.

He smiles, watching Tsumiki and Megumi look over their shoulders. They freeze, and surprisingly, Tsumiki is the first up.

Megumi stays seated, one hand on the table, one holding the edge of his chair.

He wants to get up, but he’s frozen. Megumi’s body was responsible for taking his life after all. You haven't moved either, watching Satoru embrace Tsumiki tightly, leaning to the ground as the children are in their younger years. He stands up, arm on Tsumiki’s shoulder as he starts walking to Megumi.

Slow steps, slow and steady, then, when the chair goes flying, Megumi is all over him. He’s suddenly 15, then 13, then 10, then 7, and now a first grader again.

He’s crying, holding Satoru’s cotton shirt in balls in his fists, wailing. “Dad!” He repeats in shaky cries, hiding his head in the crook of his neck.

Satoru picks him up, holding him and taking Tsumiki in his other arm. He’s hunched to the floor, his hands holding their heads close to his neck.

You’re watching the scene, still unmoving. Finally, you take a small, hesitant step towards the three.

Satoru immediately looks up, and his eyes shine in a way you’d see when he’s staring at kikufuku. “Satoru,” you whisper, shaking your head to bat the forming tears away.

You smile, tilting your head at him. “What do you want for breakfast?”

He chuckles, almost sadly. “You know, the usual.”

You gather your strength and walk to him, kneeling down and pecking him on his lips. Your forehead rests on his own, your eyes are closed as you greet, “Welcome home.”

Now he’s the one laughing, not even realizing he's crying he continues to laugh.

He calls your name out brokenly, and Tsumiki and Megumi slowly release themselves from his grip.

While crouching, he clumsily embraces you, causing you both to fall on the floor. His large hand is on your cheek, eyes closed while he whispers, “I’m so sorry for forgetting you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry..” he cries.

You’re smiling, reaching up to his face to wipe his tears. “You're alright, you're alright.” You tell him, but he continues. “I’m sorry...”

You lift yourself up from your laying position, taking him with you. “Satoru, you’re alright now. No more apologizing,” you chastised playfully, pinching his nose.

“That’ll get you nowhere. Let’s just think about now.” Now you’re smiling, “And now, I’m making breakfast, so let’s get you seated at the table,” With a kiss to his cheek, you lift him off the floor. Holding his hand you lead him to the table.

Megumi and Tsumiki are seated at the table as well, back at their seats.

You feel like laughing when you see all their puffy eyes and red faces.

You turn to the door and raise an eyebrow. Your legs take you to the entrance and you swing it open.

“Suguru, come in,” you tell him, and he glances around.

You reach your hand out, and when you do, the barrier causes your arm to have your uniform.

Pulling him in he stumbles, your hands on his shoulders as you push him to the seat next to Satoru.

Suguru blinks at him before laughing hard. “You all look like you got stung by bees!” He chortles while pointing childishly.

“Pft—!”

Satoru slams the table, pointing at his friend accusing, “Shut up, Suguru!”

You walk back into the kitchen and finish cooking.

By the time you turned around, the table was filled with everyone that you knew in your life.

Kuroi, Riko, Yaga, Kento, Haibara.

You felt your eyes watering, and after taking a quick inhale, you smiled, taking the plates to the table. “Help yourselves.” You told them, sitting at your own seat. The head of the table, next to Megumi and Satoru.

This was perfect.

This was home.

Satoru grabbed your hand that rested closest to him and smiled. “You came just in time.” You chuckled, Megumi’s feet swinging in his chair, Tsumiki nibbling on a waffle from her fork.

Suguru was with his girls, Nanako and Mimiko, wiping their faces. Haibara was talking enthusiastically with Yaga, who only seemed to nod as he attempted to follow along with the talkative man.

Nanami sat quietly, per usual, but he too seemed happy.

You bent your head down, and rested your other hand on Megumi’s head, ruffling his hair.

His cheeks puffed up, but he didn't push you off like he normally would. He stayed, until Tsumiki started teasing him.

“Are you going to eat, Satoru?”

“Yeah,” Megumi starts, poking his plate with his fork, his head hung down as he continues, “Are you gonna eat, Dad?”

Anyone could see the steam escaping the boy's face, but he was making an effort. His ears glowed a bright pink.

Satoru felt his heart swell. He picks up a fork, watching you slide a waffle to his plate.

“I will,

Thank you for the meal."

[beenbaanbuun]

chain w/jjonggi

words - not many… probably like 650??

genre - smut 🙂‍↕️

warnings - dom!jongho, switch!mingi, sub!reader, masturbation, punishment, restraints, that’s literally it

i’m just thinking about jongho tying you to the bed, chuckling as he watches you squirm. you’re ready for him, already prepped and wet, waiting for a cock to slide right into your aching hole. you’ve done everything you could think of; whined, begged, even gave him a few crocodile tears in the hopes of him showing an ounce of mercy. unfortunately he’s in that all too familiar mood where mercy is a foreign concept. it is a punishment, after all.

“be good and wait,” he scoffs from his position leaning against the doorframe. his arms are folded as he looks down on your naked form, “mingi needed to finish things up and you know how upset he’ll be if we start without him,” his gaze flicks to the door, as if he himself was getting annoyed at the amount of time your other partner is taking to ‘finish things up’, whatever that means, “although if he doesn’t hurry up it might be him i have to punish instead. why is it that neither of you can be good for just one day, hm?”

it’s as if mingi could hear jongho, as just as the threat spills from his lips, there’s a tap upon the door. it’s almost too polite for the situation at hand, but then again you suppose it is mingi. the gentle giant is too sweet for his own good sometimes, and while you have no doubt that he’d he’d love to be as forthright and aggressive as jongho, he’s just a little… pathetic.

he looks it too as he cracks the door a little, peering round the painted wood with wide eyes and parted lips. it’s like he’s half gone already, brain already losing itself to the pleasure that awaits him if he manages to behave himself enough. with the amount of time it took him to clean the kitchen after dinner, he doesn’t doubt that he’s already walking on thin ice with jongho; he’ll have to be extra good if he wants to cum tonight.

“fucking finally,” jongho rolls his eyes as the tall man stumbles his way fully into the room, “you were gone so long, i almost thought considered letting you take our pretty one’s place once they’ve learnt their lesson!”

“there was a problem with…” mingi starts, but lets his words trail off as jongho hooks a finger beneath his chain and tugs. it doesn’t take much for the older man to stumble forward, responding just like a dog on a leash when jongho drags him towards your naked form. on clumsy legs, mingi stumbles after him, whatever he was going to say long forgotten.

“good boy,” jongho says upon mingi’s descent into silence, “you know i don’t give a fuck about your excuses.”

he guides mingi closer to bed, using the necklace to guide him into a kneeling position on the edge on the mattress. your legs are spread around him, calves bound to the bed frame by the same lengths of ribbon that keep your hands above your head. if you weren’t in enough trouble already, you might’ve asked for the hulk of a man to move closer, but one look at jongho’s stony expression tells you that it would be the wrong move. you remain quiet, hoping your obedience will redeem you in his eyes.

“pants down,” jongho says as he paces the foot of the bed. mingi responds without a second thought; a mindless puppet under jongho’s command. such a goody-two-shoes, you think to yourself as his thumbs hook over his waistband and begin to tug at the fabric. “just until your cock is out, mingi; that’s the most important bit, isn’t it?”

mingi nods, sickeningly desperate for jongho’s approval. it almost makes you want to laugh, calling him out for being the good little slut that he is.

the moment you’re untied, you’re not sure you’ll be able to stop yourself from doing exactly that.

you watch carefully as more and more of mingi’s pelvis is revealed. his hands move at an agonisingly slow pace as they tug his sweats free of his hips and you honestly can’t tell whether he’s being a tease or a prude. both look pretty on him, the smirk he wears for one a beautiful contrast to the blush he wears for the other. he wears neither now, though and you hate the fact that you can’t tell exactly what mood he’s in. what you do know, however, is that right at this moment, he’s just a conduit for jongho’s sadistic mind.

and when his cock finally does spring free, heavy and red and leaking precum like a faucet, it’s then that the regret for your disobedience finally begins to sink in. such a pretty cock, practically made to be creamed on; designed by the gods themselves for the sole purpose of making you cum. you want it so bad, in any way he’ll give it to you, but with jongho standing over his shoulder, you know your desires are nothing more than a dream.

“touch it, mingi,” he orders, smirking wide as the expression on your face falls to one of despair, “show the little brat what they miss out on when they act out.”

[aaizawashouta]

Here Comes Trouble

pairing: kirishima eijiro x fem!reader

word count: 2.3k

summary: all you wanted was a little attention

warnings: smut (minors, dni) oral (f receiving)

a/n: it’s me, hi, i’m the problem, it’s me.

Nobody hates Katsuki Bakugou more than you do. And while that is stretching the truth because you love him, he’s your best friend, it’s not stopping you from wanting to strangle him right now. He knows you just as well as Kirishima does and you want to throttle him. He’s doing it on purpose. Pulling him back every time you try to get his attention. It’s fucking annoying.

All you want is your goddamn boyfriend’s attention.

It was your idea to invite everyone over. To set out finger food, soda and beer. Even the liquor cabinet is unlocked. Maybe that’s what’s gotten into you. You’ve downed three cranberry vodkas already and the night is still young. Denki and Mina are setting up the karaoke machine in the living room. With this much liquid courage running through your veins, there is no doubt that you’ll be the star of the show. You sway to the music in the kitchen, no one notices your absence. You were the resident lightweight, one of Kirishima’s favorite things about you. It makes you fun, you’re always so serious, mama. Sometimes you need to let loose. Your gaze drifts over to the said man occupying your mind. He’s sitting at the dining room table with the others playing a game of poker. From what you can tell, Todoroki is wiping the table. It isn’t your game–terrible poker face, but you could always call someone else’s bluff.

Tilting your head, you stare at him. Eijiro Kirishima. The only person you allow to call you uptight. Because, well, maybe you are. Maybe he needs to fuck it out of you. You don’t know how long you’ve been staring, but it’s long enough for him to feel it. His eyes snap up to yours, an easy going smile taking up his face. You do your best to smile back, lifting your glass to your lips and downing the rest of it. Kirishima’s eyebrows raise at the action, a knowing look passing his eyes. Shit. Shit. You’ve been found out. If you’re good at calling people’s bluffs, Kirishima is good at calling yours. He doesn’t have to look so cocky about it, though. You huff, biting your lip as your boyfriend pushes back his chair and makes his way to you. The guys shout in protest, Bakugou's hand shooting out to land on Kiri’s shoulder. The redhead stops and glances down. Your gaze narrows when the blonde glances at you before saying something to your boyfriend. They both laugh.

You watch as he rounds the counter, arms snaking around you, caging you in. Melting into his embrace you rest your head in his chest. A soft whine escapes you when he kisses the top of your head, his cinnamon flavored breath fanning over you. Tilting your head back up, you don’t make it to his amused gaze. Sighing, your hands run up his arms, rubbing at his shoulders, scratching up the back of his neck. One hand trails back down, index finger catching the chain hidden under his shirt. You thumb at the pendant, the grove of your first initial smooth against your skin. It’s the silver band that has your attention. It used to bother you that he never wore it for others to see. But you understand now; feeling Eijiro’s heartbeat under your hand as you fiddle with the necklace.

"What's gotten into you?" he grins, taking you by the chin. Taking in your flushed cheeks and pouty lip, his grin only grows. "Fuck. Baby, don't you go looking at me like that. It'll do things to a man."

You crinkle your nose, jutting out your lip even more. You don't even have to say anything, he knows exactly what your look means. The effect it's having on him is obvious. Kirishima groans softly in his throat, readjusting himself in jeans. His gaze lingers on you before moving to the rest of the table. "Mama, please. Can't you wait just a little longer?"

With the eyes of the other heroes still on you, you decide it best not to make a scene. Lord knows they’d never let you live it down. Begrudgingly, you sigh and allow Kirishima to free up a second chair. Falling into the seat given to you, a polite smile flashed at Bakugou and Todoroki. Everyone here is family, a family built on trust and mutual respect. You aren't a hero, and have no desire to live in the clouds. But everyone loves you all the same, and because you’re Kirishima’s, they care for you just the same. They learned to read you and your moods just as they had with Kirishima . Bakugou grins at you, but doesn’t say a word. The other three watch you, but they keep most of their conversations directed towards Kirishima.

Their chatter drags on for close to an hour, occasionally rising to an ungodly loud volume when they roar with laughter. You don’t know what’s funny enough to have Midoriya about falling out of his chair, as long as he’s having a good time, you suppose. Chin resting against your palm, you listen with mild disinterest. Another ten minutes passes by until you decide that you have been patient long enough. Discreetly under the table, you nudge Kirishima’s calf with your foot, trying to get his attention. When he moves it away, unaware of your intentions, you huff in annoyance. He’s too caught up in his conversation with Sero to notice when you kick your sandal off. While keeping a bored face, you slide your toes up the inside of one of his spread thighs, stopping when you reach his crotch. That gets his attention.

Grunting at the contact, Kirishima plays it off the best he can. His hand grabs your foot under the table, squeezing it in warning. You’ve never really been good with subtle clues. Pursing your lips, you tug your foot back and he releases it. You wait for their conversation to go on a while longer before trying again. This time you will succeed.

Kirishima doesn't release your foot. His grip is firm, but not hurting you. Thumb rubbing up the arch of your foot and digging into the sole. It makes you jump hard enough your knee whacks the table. It makes you want to moan. Fuck, it doesn’t matter where he’s touching you, he’s always good with his hands. When a shaky sigh leaves you, he scoots out his chair and turns to you.

“Is there something you need from me?” he murmurs low in your ear.

Eyeing him up and down, you slowly pull your foot away from him and stand to your feet. His hands are grasping your hips, keeping you from escaping. Shaking your head, your teeth bite at the inside of your cheek as your thighs rub together.

“Don’t need anything that you’re not willing to give, Eijiro.”

His eyes darken, the color you love so much being drowned out. He scoots back, allowing you to pass. He’s on you within seconds. In your bedroom, the door shut, he’s flush against you. Nose bumping against yours, he's holding you to him, and you whine, because god, this is all you’ve wanted. It’s all you’ve thought about all day. You tried to be good, really, you did. But Kirishima is a goddamn drug and so, so good to you.

He takes your face between his hands and slides his tongue into your mouth. Sighing, you count one, two, three steps before he has you pinned against the wall of your bedroom. Shaky hands slip underneath his cotton shirt, sliding your palms against the expanse of his abdomen. You grin when his muscles clench at the light touch. You trace the line of hair that disappears into his jeans, and when you reach for the button of his pants, he bites down on your lip.

A gasp at the silent reprimand, and before you can run your tongue to sooth the bite, he’s already on his knees, tugging your shorts and panties down and tossing them over his shoulder. Bradley kisses your thigh when he hoists a leg over his shoulder. He gives you no time to process in your slightly drunken state what’s happening before he uses his thumb and forefinger to part you and drags his tongue up to your clit.

Gasping, your knees buckle and you reach for a handful of his hair to steady yourself.

“Eijiro,” You moan, hips already moving to match the pace of his tongue. “I—” Your eyes roll back and your head drops against the wall, the muscles in your thighs already beginning to shake in anticipation of the orgasm coiling tightly in your stomach.

The creak of the hall bathroom door sounds, echoing through the silence of your bedroom. Your eyes open, tilting your chin to stare down at Kirishima. His eyes are hard, wild, dangerous. Everything you’re wanting and there is no stopping, there is no slowing down. No one can see you in here, they’d have to walk in. You lick your lips, eyes flying to the door right across from you. Kirishima, well aware of the situation, only adds more pressure to the quick flicks of his tongue on your clit, you squeak in warning as a set of footsteps pass right by the door. You inhale a shaking breath, doing nothing for you as the voices of Mina and Denki ring out over the music. Fuck, you forgot about karaoke.

“Come on, mama,” he murmurs against you, and you catch a flash of his smile as he looks up at you. “Count. Let's see how long it takes.”

“Are you insane?” you hiss, eyes darting to the door once again.

A sharp pain shoots up your leg and you glance down to see a red mark in the shape of his teeth on your inner thigh. “Did you just fucking bite me?”

“Don’t act like you don’t like it. Now count.” There’s no denying the threat in his voice. The threat of him keeping you away from your release until you do what he says.

His lips find your clit again, and while there's a part of you that knows that this isn’t a good idea, you cannot bring yourself to care. He wanted you to be fun, he wanted you loose. So here you are bearing it all. If his friends just so happen to be witnesses to it, well, that’s on you. He told you to wait, but you wanted to be a needy brat instead. No, this isn’t a bad idea. How can it be when his mouth feels that good? It’s definitely not a bad idea as you lace your fingers through his hair and start to count.

“One, two, three…five, seven, um…” You swallow back a moan and clench your eyes shut trying to focus. “ I lost count, do I have to start over?” His teeth graze your clit and you jump at the rush of pleasure that shoots through you. “I’m not starting over— fifteen, sixteen…oh god, Eijiro.” You grind yourself against him, digging your fingers into his shoulders. “Oh, my god. Nineteen, twenty, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty…twenty-seven.”

Your eyes close, letting your body lose itself to the rhythm of his tongue. To the feel of him slipping a thick finger inside you, to the heightened sensation of goosebumps racing up your chest.

“Thirty-three, thirty-two, thirty, thirty— oh —” you give up on counting when your stomach tenses. Your legs nearly give out, and you tug on his hair so hard you're surprised it's not ripping out of his head.

You moan his name. Loud.

Right before you have the sense to be embarrassed, your orgasm floods you, setting your body on fire and lighting up every nerve in its wake. Kirishima jumps to his feet, your shorts already in his hands, he’s holding you up while dressing you. Your legs shake against him. Your knees buckle a bit when he finally pulls back. Your head rolls against the wall until your cheek presses against the cool surface and you moan softly with each after shock pulsing through you, quaking through your trembling body.

Kirishima smooths out your shirt, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He takes your chin and presses a gentle kiss to your lips. You sigh, tasting his cinnamon gum and you mingled together. It was a heady mix. He wraps his arms around you and opens the door, leading you down the hallway. It’s the flood of music and the mental haze of your orgasm leaving that reminds you that you just came. You came loudly with your house full of people. You freeze, bare feet sliding against the hardwood floor as Kirishima keeps you forward.

“Do you, do you think they heard?” You whisper, tilting your head up.

“Oh, they one hundred percent heard. Deku might be nice and pretend that he didn’t.” There is no mistaking the air of satisfaction radiating from him.

“Oh my god.”

You bury your head in your hands as you round into the kitchen. The poker game has been abandoned. Everyone is in the living room, picking out their choice song for the singing competition about to take place. Kirishima clears his throat, making everyone turn and stare. You’re sure you could fry eggs from how hot your cheeks are. They know. All of them. Poor Midoriya can’t meet your eyes. You sigh, flopping down on the couch.

You didn’t feel like singing anymore. Not that it matters, everyone knows you’re the real winner tonight anyway. A sharp jab to your side catches your attention. You meet Bakugou’s shit eating grin with a deadpan stare.

“Thanks for the win, you bratty ass nerd.”

“What are you talking about?”

He tilts his head. “Made a bet. Told Ei if he helped me out I’d split with him.”

You hide your face behind your hands. Yeah, no one hated Katsuki Bakugou more than you.

[dmercer91]

same old, same old | charred wings au, qh43

in which matthew was right. (1.7k)

heeyyyyyyyy. welcome to the angst filled pit in my brain that is the charred wings au!! love u guys

it would've been weird for quinn to mention, or even allude to robin, during his acceptance speech for the norris. she knew that, and truly was not expecting any sort of appreciation.

so, she really had no idea why it stung so much when her role in his life wasn't brought up while he was thanking all the people closest to him.

what would he have even said? thank you, to my fuck buddy robin, who routinely cheats on her boyfriend with me! couldn't have done it without her.

she told herself that matthew had gotten into her head- that she felt linked to quinn's winning of the norris due to the conversation between her and her brother a few days prior. and though that wasn't true, she was gonna leave it at that.

she waited until the next award was being announced to stand up and leave for a smoke, mumbling about her plans to her brothers and sister and making her way out onto the porch.

her phone started ringing just in time for her to light her cigarette. she furrowed her brow gently, pulling it out of her pocket and watching as the screen lit up with quinn's name and the contact photo she hadn't bothered to change since they were sixteen.

no matter how badly she wanted to let it ring- she couldn't bring herself to turn the phone off.

she pressed it to her ear and exhaled a 'hey' along with the smoke of her fix

"smokin' again?" was the first thing he said, a smirk evident in his tone.

"never stopped. you call to quiz me?" she asked, taking a hint of an attitude with him. she'd rather seem annoyed than eager, she told herself.

"hm. called to ask if you're watchin' the awards" he clarified, and she could hear rustling in the background, figuring he was off to somewhere more private

"yeah. tell lukey m' proud of him for placing top three" she chided, and quinn could hardly hide his scoff.

the sound made a smile creep up on robin's face as she smooshed her cigarette into the stairs of the porch. she stayed outside, though. knowing she was gonna try her best to keep this conversation a secret from matt.

"not proud of me?" he fished, and she blinked. he didn't usually correct her when she would take this kind of route to get out of complimenting him.

usually, he'd stay irritated, knowing it was her way of pretending she didn't want anything to do with him.

she wasn't particularly fond of the change.

"thought you said you didn't call to quiz me. if you're tryna get off i suggest you wait until you aren't at an extremely public eve-"

"robin," he interrupted, sighing over the phone. he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration and shook his head at himself

he should've known she wasn't gonna take it seriously.

"i can't just want to call you?" he asked, sincerity dripping from his words and hurt hardly masked by it. she responded with silence, thinking of what she could possibly say to him

after a moment, she decided she was going to test the waters.

"why did you really call, quinn?" she murmured, whisper quiet. the churning in her stomach almost had her lighting another cigarette.

he sighed, running his hands through his hair and letting his head thud on the wall behind him. "it's kind of a big deal, robbie. winning something like this"

".. and?" she bit her lip, running the charm on her necklace back and forth across the chain.

"and you're important to me." he said, with full conviction, like his words weren't going to jab her in the heart. and he paused, picked back up again

"if i could've thanked you in that speech i would've, baby. before anyone"

"don't call me that," she stated, quietly and shakily.

"i don't want to argue, robin, that's not what i'm doing here," he tried, frustration evident in his voice.

"then what the hell are you doing? what am i supposed to say to that? 'you're fucking welcome'?" she said, starting to raise her voice a little, hurt and confusion getting the best of her

"jesus christ, you don't need to say anything, robbie, i wasn't expecting you to say anything. but you could at least not bite my head off when i'm trying to be genuine,"

tears pooled robin's eyes, and the only think she could think to do was keep biting back, keep hiding behind the wall of bullshit she'd been building

"okay, well, you called me out of nowhere to tell me that you wanted to thank me in your acceptance speech and that i'm important to you and i don't really know how to react to that, quinn, so i'm sorry for not just absorbing it and going on about my life pretending it's not weird"

quinn laughed. the sound coming through the phone and immediately causing a pang in robin's chest, for the tears welled in her waterline to start spilling down her face quietly

"we spent the last year living together, and it's weird to you that i care about you? that i want to call you when i hit milestones and that i'm not just being a fucking coward about the way i feel for you?"

he figured he wen't a little too far when he heard her sniffles through the line.

"fuck you, quinn." she breathed out, still trying her best to cover how stuffed up she sounded and how hoarse her voice was getting, the tremor vibrating throughout her body

"robbie, baby, that's not how i meant it-" he breathed out, squeezing his eyes shut and feeling his stomach drop at the sound of her shaking breaths

"fuck off, it's different for me. and i know that you really couldn't care less, because you refuse to acknowledge him, but i'm not ready to pretend he doesn't exist" she whispered, everything she was trying so hard to hide coming through the phone despite her efforts, and effectively rendering quinn speechless.

eventually, he found his voice "you can do so much better than him. it doesn't mean forgetting he exists, though, robbie,"

"yeah, okay. if you're trying to prove that point you're doing a really shit job," she wiped her nose, trying to calm herself down and cursing herself for finding that comfort in the hum of his voice

"bullshit, robin. brady's even saying he hasn't seen you as happy as you are in van since the ntdp days. s' all i want, is for you to be happy" he tried, smiling a little as she hummed

and neither of them really understood how it always seemed to go like this- an argument, started for no reason with no real fighting, ended in a matter of seconds with no resolution, no change. nothing ever changed.

they were still in love. she was still in denial. he was still going to try and fight his way out of a casual relationship. they were still going to come back to each other, if they ever left, and she was still going to hate herself for it.

from zero to a hundred, and right back down to zero with hardly any time to blink

"whatever we have, quinn. i need it to stay just.. what it is, for now. please? you need to let me go at my own pace" her words meant nothing by the time they hit his ears, because no matter how he responded, he wouldn't stop trying to prove she loved him back

"as long as you're still mine in vancouver, i think i can deal with the offseason" no, he couldn't

"don't think i could keep away if i tried," and with that, was finally some semblance of the truth. quinn grinned to himself, nearly from ear to ear and his heart swelled in his chest

"good. n' hey, get some sleep tonight, robbie. been a long couple days for you, i'll bet" she bit her lip, nodding in agreement despite the faceless aspect of their conversation

"g'night, quinny" she whispered, finally dropping the necklace pendant she’d still had kept between her fingers

"goodnight, baby," and there was the nickname again- going without argument, despite the boundary she'd set merely five minutes ago. they would never change and they didn't want to.

and as the sound of robin's phone signalled that the call was ended, she held it to her chest, and tears began rolling again.

she hardly had a moment to herself before the front door opened and caught her attention

it was matt, giving her a knowing look as he sat down next to her and took a cigarette from her pack, lighting it and taking a drag, giving it to her.

"quinn called?" and she just gave him a look, contemplating keeping the cigarette to herself out of spite.

"figured when your smoke break took fifteen minutes" he joked, smirking down at her

"you're a dick" she mumbled, handing him the cigarette and leaning her head on his shoulder

"you're crying.” he stated in retaliation, “went bad?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows, putting an arm around her

"it went like it always does." she sighed, shaking her head as he tried to hand the fix back to her, watching as he put it out.

"except this time i bitched cause he told me he cared about me, after i fully set him up to say it, so, there's that" she rolled her eyes at herself, leaning further into her brother

"take your time, kid. but i think you know where you want this to go and i think you've gotta start working with that," he said, his calm demeanour doing well to put robin a little more at ease

"i know, matty. i'm just scared." she whispered, looking up at him with a look he'd never wanted to see on her face

"i get it. i'm here though, and brae, n' taryn. you know that," he pressed a kiss to her forehead, and she wiped a new string of tears from her face.

she nodded, sniffling "i love you, big brother"

"love you too, little sister,"

[corpsebasil]

forced marriage to knight Nikolai au.

basis: going off the barmaid idea let’s say someone was harassing you and in order to defend you Nikolai lies and says he’s your husband. well guess what? now all the knights are stunned and think he’s being serious and he doesn’t know how to back down.

DRABBLLLLLE UNDER THE CUUUUUUT

You don’t know how you got here. One minute you were working at a tavern getting harassed to no end by some drunks and the next you’re sharing your cottage with a knight who you met only weeks before.

You know it’s for your safety; the men who were trying to paw at you were nasty brutes. Men who wouldn’t think twice before taking advantage of your sweet self. Men who would force themselves upon you if you refused.

Then there was Nikolai.

Sir Nikolai Lantsov, the captain of the royal guard for saint’s sakes.

He’d stepped into the argument quickly, his hand grabbing the wrist of the man that was reaching for your dress without your permission. ‘My wife’ was all you could hear before the men cleared out, Nikolai’s fellow knights gaping at him in shock.

You both had to keep up the ruse for your safety, you know? If word that Nikolai lied about your marriage came out then those men would surely seek you out. Without him being your big scary guard dog you’d be hurt, no doubt about it.

So now he’s in your home.

You’re washing the dishes when he comes inside, barely sparing you a quick ‘hello’ before setting his weapons down on a shelf, rolling his shoulders back to relax his muscles. He’s had a long day with his fellow knights patrolling the city and handling squabbles, all petty tasks that annoy him more than anything.

He’s supposed to be on a campaign. He had planned on leaving your town weeks ago but now, with your safety on the line, he’s taken up a post here so that he can keep the ruse up for as long as he can.

It doesn’t hurt that you’re beautiful. Or kind.

The minute you hear him set his weapons down you’re walking over, offering a glass of water to your ‘husband’. He accepts it with a nod, a small twitch of the mouth the only semblance of a smile you’re going to get.

“Thanks, Love.”

Love.

You’ll never get over how it feels to be close to him. The smell of him, how handsome he is, god. It feels like you’ve been permanently flustered since he interrupted the men at the bar, placing his hand on the small of your back and calling you his wife. You’d played along, leaning into him as soon as you realized this was the captain you were being rescued by.

It’s Nikolai Lantsov, sweetheart. Of course you trust him.

“Did you have a good day?” You ask quietly, watching him as he sets the glass down next to his weapons. His eyes, so fucking blue, are locked onto yours as he speaks.

“Mhmm.” He hums. “You?” He tilts his head thoughtfully before a small grin forms on his face. “Did my wife have a good day?”

You’ll never stop getting nervous every time he calls you ‘wife’. It doesn’t matter if it’s fake; it wouldn’t matter if it were real. You’re flustered and he knows it.

“Um..” you reply brilliantly. “I made fresh bread if you want some.”

“Hmm.”

“And there’s wine in the cabinet. And butter and..stuff.”

“Yeah? What else?”

“I made…jam.”

He snorts and you give him a shy smile. He’s amused at how adorable you look with your flushed cheeks and that look in your eyes every time you see him. He may not be your chosen husband but he sure seems like it.

“I got you something.” He tells you, guiding you gently by the waist back into the kitchen. “I think you’ll like it.”

“What is it?”

“Close your eyes.”

“Nik—”

“Close them, woman.” He teases, covering your eyes with a hand. You grin and extend your palm, waiting for whatever he brought you.

Then he surprises you.

When he removes his hand from your eyes and moves behind you, you tense. But then he’s moving your hair and clasping a necklace around your neck and you look down, surprised to see a beautiful gem on a chain.

“Nikolai you—” You spin around, clutching the large emerald in one hand as you look up at him. He’s watching you with a soft smile, his eyes never leaving yours. “This is too much. I cant—”

“You’re beautiful.” He blurts out, one hand moving to your waist as he watches you. “So beautiful.”

And when he leans down to kiss you, you let him.

He’s your husband after all.

[galaxycunt]

I Cant Keep Crying pt 1

Hello it’s me again. Angst/ smut/ etc etc under the cut

Part 2

You wish you could say you knew how you got here. You shared the same dream with every other pirate in the world. Your wide eyed idealism soon turned cynical, yet you remained on the sea. Your captain wasn’t the most fearsome, sticking to the East Blue was easy pickings. It worked for you, Buggy wasn’t the meanest boss you encountered. You knew how to stay on his good side, which helped.

After a particularly fun night, both of you good and drunk, he ended up between your legs. You decided you wanted to keep him there, as long as he’d let you. The way he looked at you made you think you had the final say in it no matter what.

He wasn’t ugly, but he also wasn’t the only pirate you let into your bed. You and him had a silent understanding, the sea was lonely. He was your captain, and you weren’t going to ask for special treatment. Whatever happened inside his cabin, stayed there.

“Fuck, I’m so close.”

You liked the way he looked under you, the feel of his cock inside you. Buggy massaged your nipples, biting your flesh everywhere. His hands found their way to your ass, forcing your hips to grind against him faster.

“Keep going, Buggy, fuck keep going.”

A groan caught in his throat as you came, flipping you over to find his own release. You were oversensitive, slapping the wall behind you. Buggy kissed your neck, spilling into you.

It was always quick and dirty, him pulling out slowly to grab his flask. You shared a drink while catching your breath, watching the rise and fall of his chest.

”My legs cant stop shaking,” you said with a laugh.

”Damn straight.”

He slapped your ass, making you laugh harder, “you’re funny.”

He turned you around to face him, planting a kiss on your lips. This was always your favorite part, especially if you got to stay the night. You traced patterns on his skin, him watching with a smile on his face.

“I found something from the last raid I think you might like.”

”Like what?”

He jerked his chin to a chest on his desk, “go look.”

You eyed him suspiciously, not really sure what to expect. You figured it’d be a gag gift, like the last one. It wasn’t your birthday yet, nor a holiday. He wasn’t one for gifting things anyway.

Inside was a necklace, a silver chain with a locket.

”Wow, thanks.”

He shrugged, “wasn’t worth too much. Thought it’d look great on you.”

”Well thanks, I love it,” you said, brushing off what he said.

“Put it on.”

The cool metal raised your skin, as well as the look he gave you from across the room. Slowly, you stalked over to him. Running a finger along his jaw, you kissed him again.

”Thanks, Captain.”

”If you really wanna thank me,” he motioned to his cock with a wink.

You honestly expected him to have a picture of it inside the damn locket. You decided to thank him anyway, not thinking too much into why the hell he gave you a gift in the first place. At least he apologized when cum got into your nostril. So gentlemanlike of him.

You cleaned each up other up with smiles before bed, Buggy always finding a way to keep touching you. You wanted to lie and say you were annoyed, or even apathetic about it. Your heart fluttered every time, relishing in this moment, because it was only you and him.

In the morning, Buggy always let you eat a meal with him. Ordering a crew mate to send breakfast in for the both of you. You were always shy, you didn’t need to know what they were saying about you to know they said anything about you.

Buggy fed you a biscuit, like you were lovers on a honeymoon. You could play pretend, you always did.

”There’s a nice place I heard about on this village, the booze is cheap as shit.”

”Hell yeah, I could use a night where my head is the only thing swaying around.”

He smiled, letting you linger as you readied for your daily tasks. You pretended to be busy as you watched him apply his makeup. You felt a little sad for him, like the clown persona wasn’t even a choice for him. Like it never was, but he wore it with pride. You admired him for that.

“Ready to face the day?”

Your name sounded so lovely on his lips.

”Of course, Buggy.”

He rewarded the crew with a night of partying, throwing berry around the crowded bar. The crew was only here a few days for a resupply, plenty of time to soak in the sights. You poured yourself a drink, trying to find him. You stood on your toes, searching for that bright orange hat amongst the crowd.

You finally spotted him, pushing your way to that hat like it was a beacon. You wanted to ask him why he gave you that locket you were still wearing, and what it meant to him.

”Heya Bug-“

You froze, witnessing his tongue being shoved down another person’s throat. One of the townies, of course they wouldn’t have a reason not to. Not like your crew mates, avoiding eye contact with you in embarrassment.

He noticed you staring, a smeared red smile on his face.

”What, what? Need more berry?” He turned to his newest hook up, “can’t say I’m not a generous captain, here you go baby, be merry!”

You crumpled the notes in your fist, rushing back towards the bar. Scanning the dark room, you couldn’t find a suitable replacement. One was found for you, a man with a nice smile whispering in your ear. You moved him to be within Buggy’s line of sight, kissing him sloppily.

You could scream, but instead pulling him out into the fresh air with force. You ran your arms over your clothes, looking for an ear. You couldn’t find one, tears on the verge of falling.

”Hey, did you see my captain looking at us when we left?”

The stranger shook his head, “I say you’re off the hook, babe.”

You nodded, deciding to take him then and there in that dark alleyway. You hoped Buggy would catch you, hoping for a reaction that could tell you what he didn’t want to say. Something besides what you didn’t want to hear.

After he got you off, you left him there to stumble on your separate ways. You only wanted to enter Buggy’s cabin, to throttle whoever he decided to bring home that night. It was beneath you, you been doing this long enough to know better.

Buggy ruined it, with that stupid locket. It wasn’t even just the locket, it was the special bottle he’ll save for you, the extra sweets on your birthday, the way he remembered whatever small detail you’d tell him.

He couldn’t belong to only you, he had a way to make anyone follow him to hell and back. He could treat people however he wanted, they wouldn’t leave him. He knew he had you hook, line, and sinker.

Instead of heading towards his bed, you entered the crew’s quarters. No one was there, you could scream and kick things around in private. It didn’t help anything, leaving you to nurse a sprained ankle and a hangover.

”Whoa there, what happened to you last night?” Buggy cornered you in the storage room, your hands sore from sharpening blades for hours.

”Had a little bit fun yourself, huh Captain?”

He laughed nervously, “what’s the point of plundering if you can’t enjoy the spoils?”

”Yeah, your little friend last night seemed pretty nice.”

He ignored the comment, “where’s that necklace, you lose it already?”

”I didn’t wanna wear it today,” you said flatly.

He only nodded, taking blades from the finished pile. Buggy half heartedly checked stock, glancing every so often if your direction until you left.

You figured you were hormonal, or maybe even just coming down with a cold. Something was to blame for you suddenly caring. You haven’t been on land in months, you forgot how things worked between you two. That had to be it.

”Captain wants to speak to you.”

You could handle whatever he wanted to throw at you.

He opened the door with a smile, pushing you inside. He handed you a pile of clothes, things to be mended.

”Is that all from you?”

”Ah, no. I remembered a long time ago, a certain member of my merry band of freaks liked playing the accordion. So…”

”Uh, wow. Thanks, Captain.”

”Figured all those shanties needed some accompaniment.”

You tilted your head, “why?”

He blushed, “do I need one?”

He was trying to buy you off. He looked at you like he was expecting something, his hands floated to your body, tugging at your clothes. Hands that touched someone else, but you couldn’t cry about that. You did it too.

”Seems like you have a reason in mind, Bug.”

He nodded, stripping you bare.

“I’m a big fan of every noise coming out of your mouth.”

You let him fuck you, you not being able to get that night out of your mind. His mouth is on your pussy, determined to make you his.

“Stop, stop.”

”What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, “I can’t fucking do this anymore.”

You expected him to beg, to plead for you to stay. A promise or two about changing, that it was only you.

Instead he yelled, “fine! See if I care! Fucking go!”

He threw your clothes at you, refusing to even look at you. When you were taking too long, he shoved you out the door, shirt still unbuttoned, leaving you exposed. Before closing it, he threw costumes and the accordion out into the hallway.

”This shit better be done by tonight or I’ll have your head on a platter.”

The accordion was in pieces, you attempted to pick it up before he screamed at you to go. Leaving Buggy and anyone around to stare at the broken mess on the floor.

You hid from the crew the rest of the day, tearfully mending each item. While everyone went out to party, you left the costumes by the door. He wasn’t there, expecting you to leave them somewhere while he went out himself. You knew he was going to bring someone else back to his bed.

As you set the costumes down, you noticed the accordion in the trash, you carefully held it in your hands. It should be an easy fix, at least until Buggy decides you didn’t deserve it back.

With a sigh, you worked on the instrument alone on the deck. Watching the life on shore from afar. The tears blurred your work, feeling stupid for leaving Buggy. Shit, you felt stupid for even thinking a captain like him would even care about an underling like you.

It was getting late, and you fixed the accordion the best you could. Testing it out with a soft song, you choked on a sob. Buggy walked across the deck, another lover around his arm. He glanced at you briefly, his expression hard to read in the dark.

[billys-pretty-babe]

What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary : A summer trip with your three best friends to Vegas should be fun right?

Warnings : Underage drinking, swearing, implied smut

Word count : 2,092

A/N : Everyone is 18!

You've spent 2 days in Vegas so far and you don't think you've ever partied so much in your life. Your breakfast consisted of pain killers, electrolyte filled drinks and crackers to cure your hangovers. Tonight was different, Tommy and Carol decided on a whim to get married in one of the Elvis chapels.

Billy thought they were crazy, droning on about it in the hotel room. "So you'll never get married?" He scoffed, "Fuck no. I'm not putting my children through shit that I went through." He shook his head as he took a puff from his cigarette. "Yeah, well Neil's an asshole, you're not like him," you said as you laid in the large white bed in your hotel room. "I can see it. You meet some girl, real pretty, she's shy and quiet to balance out your craziness and you get a white picket fence and a good sized house and you'll have little Billy's running around and asking to see their aunt all of the time." He laughed and shook his head.

"Fuck that, no need for a wife or kids when I have your annoying ass." You mocked him and flicked him off and he laughed as he tossed his cigarette in a beer can and swished it around in the beer and backwash mixture. He laid beside you, slamming his feet down on the ground as he relaxed, looking at the ceiling. You looked at him, your face a few inches from the side of his head, if he would face you, the tips of your noses would touch.

"What's wrong?" He shook his head, "Nothing, they're so fucking stupid." You hummed, "They've been together since middle school, right? Maybe this really is what they want and it's not just the adrenaline of it." He hummed and nodded. "What if she's pregnant?" You laughed, "Wouldn't surprise me, they go at it whenever they can." He laughed and nodded, "That's true." You both laid in silence for a few moments before your door opened, Carol and Tommy walked inside.

"What're you guys conspiring about?" Billy laughed, "Nothing." He hummed, "Like I believe that." You laughed and shook your head. "What time do we have to leave?" Carol smiled, "Eight." You nodded, being left with a few hours of free time.

Now, it was dark outside as you and Billy sat on the uncomfortable chapel benches, his thigh pressed against yours, his pants were tight, you could hear it in his groaning and the way he had to keep readjusting himself. They signed the marriage license as Tommy popped open the champagne bottle, pouring it into four glasses, you and Billy were lucky the chapel was on the first floor of the hotel so that no one had to drive.

That was all you could remember that night, everything else was a blur. When you awoke the next morning, everything felt off but at the same time, you felt at peace, the most peace you had felt in your entire life and that all came crashing down when you heard a familiar groan and fingers under your left breast before bare thighs made contact with your own, his chest connecting with your bare back.

Fingers squeezed your own and you looked down, horrified as you saw his silver ring on your ring finger, clear tape on the band to fit you better, your own ring basically burned a hole in your back as it hung on Billy's necklace. He groaned again in your ear, his head gently nuzzling against the back of your own before you felt him still.

"Oh shit," he rasped out. "Oh shit is right." Instead of tearing himself away from you, he held you tighter. "What the hell did we do?" You shrugged, "No idea, I don't remember anything after we started to drink." He nodded and brought up your linked fingers, seeing his ring on your finger, his left hand going down his neck, tracing the dainty chain that laid perfectly on his skin and he twisted your ring in his fingers.

"There's no way they let us go through with it." You shook your head, "No way, they would've stopped it." Billy nodded. He sat up, his hair a mess and you laughed and attempted to smooth it as you saw his back, your skin heating up, your jaw dropping. "What is it?" He asked as he turned his head, pulling his skin to try and see. "Uh, you'll see." He nodded and grabbed the white sheet, ripping it from your body, leaving it for his viewing. "Damn, too bad I don't remember that." You quickly grabbed the white duvet, a few holes in it as feathers floated out.

"Damn," he exclaimed, "I was good then." You rolled your eyes, "Whatever." He laughed and wrapped the sheet around his waist, bruises and bite marks littered his stomach, v-line and the small glimpse of his thighs that you saw a flash of. He walked into your en-suite bathroom. "God damn," he exclaimed again as he walked out and waved at his body. "You got rabies or something?" You laughed and shook your head, shooing him back to the bathroom.

He leaned against the wall as you stood up, wrapping the blanket around your body, more feathers falling out. "I'm gonna shower. Wanna join? I won't touch you." You nodded and followed him, the blanket dragging on the floor and he laughed. "What're you laughing at, Hargrove?" He laughed once more, his hands going to your waist, "Well Missus Hargrove, I'm laughing at your makeshift dress." The name did something to you, like it fulfilled you.

"Shut up, William," you seethed and he let you go, laughing again as you both walked into the bathroom. "Bath or shower?" You sighed, looking at the jacuzzi tub. "Bath." He nodded and turned the water on and you turned the hot water up and he shook his head as he turned it down slightly before turning up the cold water. "Billy, no. Hot water." He looked at you, "No, I want warm. I don't need my skin melting off of me." You rolled your eyes and let him do what he wanted.

He looked in the cabinets, twisting the top off before flinging it on the tile floor as he dumped half of the bottle of bubbles into the bath water. He turned around, looking at the wall. "You can go ahead and get in. I promise, I'm not looking." You laughed and untucked the top of the blanket and got into the warm water, turning the hot water knob quickly and turned it back off as the water heated up.

"I'm not looking." He laughed and you looked at the mural that was on the wall and the water sloshed slightly as Billy got into the water, sitting across from you in the tub. "So, what are we gonna do?" You shrugged, "I don't know. I mean, is it even legal? Am I legally your wife?" He shrugged, "I don't know if we signed a license. I sure as hell can't afford a divorce right now." You nodded, "Yeah, neither can I." He shrugged, "Maybe it's not that bad." You raised a brow at him, "You were talking shit about marriage last night." He laughed, "Yeah but you're my best friend. It's not weird, I mean sure, my dick was inside you." You gagged and he laughed.

"Oh come on, it wasn't that bad," he said as he motioned to his stomach and to your neck and chest. "I say, we give this a chance, we actually try and then think about what we want." You nodded. "You know you have to stop fucking around now." He nodded, "I know, I don't care."

For the first time in Billy's life, he felt complete, you had always completed him but as he sat here in the hot water (which he wouldn't dare to bring up), looking at you, your skin holding a soft glow that only appeared after sex, your eyes held something that he couldn't place but it made his heart melt, he felt whole, he felt accomplished.

"I'm gonna get you a ring and then get us wedding bands." You nodded, "Okay," you softly said, the ring becoming slippery from the bubbles and the tape. You took it off, reaching over and placing it on the blanket. You got back into the water and Billy reached for you, bringing you close to him, your knees pressing into his biceps as you sat between his legs. He brought his hand up, it was soapy but neither of you cared. He placed it on your cheek, rubbing circles on the skin.

"Can I kiss you?" Faster than you would have liked, you nodded and he smiled and stopped rubbing his thumb on your skin, his hand moving down so your jaw was between his thumb and forefinger as he leaned down and kissed you, your hands immediately going to his shoulders.

A shrill shriek broke the two of you up, Tommy and Carol standing in the doorway, Carol's fingers over her eyes, Tommy's eyes wide. "What the hell did we walk in on?" Billy laughed, hand going to the middle of your back, softly scratching it. "Apparently, we got married last night." Carol nodded, "I know, I was a witness. I got it filmed too. Tommy and I have to go pick up the disks in a few hours." Billy nodded.

"Where's the license?" She pointed to the bedroom, "Top drawer, on top of the Bible." You both nodded and they left you both alone, the door slamming shut. Soon, the two of you finished up before getting dressed and you and Billy cleaned up the room as you put his ring back on your finger. He opened the drawer and there it was, the marriage license, both of your signatures on the page, sure they were wonky but you could clearly make them out.

"Move in with me," you said, no hesitation. You had moved out after graduation, living in an apartment by yourself in a city outside of Hawkins. He nodded instantly, "Okay." He put the license away, back in the drawer and sat in the middle of the bed, body sinking slightly. "No fucking way," he said as he got up, lifting the mattress slightly to see two wooden slabs broken. He looked at you, "Are you okay?" You nodded, "Yeah, I'm good, nothing hurts." He nodded and laid back down and you laughed as he slowly sank.

You laid beside him and he wrapped one arm around you, looking up at the ceiling, "Fucking Vegas, man. What happens in Vegas can't stay in Vegas." You laughed, "Sure can't." He laughed, "I feel like it would have happened eventually, there's no way we wouldn't have gotten married or stayed in a long-term relationship." You nodded, intertwining your fingers with his.

"Just sucks that we weren't sober when we did it." He snickered, "Which part?" You rolled your eyes, "The wedding, not sex." He hummed. "I think we should consummate again." You laughed, "Of course you do. You think with the wrong head." He laughed, body shaking as genuine happiness filled the room from the two of you.

Hours passed before Tommy and Carol showed back up, tossing the case beside Billy and he picked it up and placed it on the bedside table. "You're not gonna watch it?" Billy shook his head, looking down at you, your head on his chest as you slept. "Not without her, we're a team now, whether we remember it or not." Tommy nodded, hand on Carol's hip as she smiled as she watched Billy's grip tighten on you.

"So, you guys are gonna stay married?" He nodded, "Yeah, we're just gonna see what happens." Tommy nodded, a slight smile on his face, happy for his two friends. He and Carol left the room and Billy pulled your leg up over his waist, fingers barely connecting with your skin as he took mental pictures of each visible mark, scar, and everything else. You gripped his shirt in your fist and he held you closer, kissing the top of your head.

In just two years time, Billy had two mini-mes, his baby girl and his baby boy, his son carrying his first name and his baby girl carrying his mother's name. Who knew this would come out of a summer trip to Vegas when the two of you were eighteen?

[euijoosorangeslice]

HIII i really like your blog soo muchhhh.😭🔥♥️ can I ask for werewolf bf fuma when you make him jealous on purpose because you love to see his other side u knowrr.🔥😭🙈 thank u for always updating us with your great oneshotsss .🔥🔥👏😭

aw ty for the compliments (you have successfully buttered me up so here you go.)

Primal Love

warnings: wolfhybrid!fuma, human reader, breeding kink, manhandling, reader is a little bit of a whore(dont say that to her she likes it), ???

Your boyfriend tended to shy away from you during full moons. He never wanted to hurt you, but he couldn't control his wolf form. Fuma would hide away at a friend's house, in a guest room or chained up in the basement. You'd never seen it before, but you heard he was a aggressive werewolf. They had to change the support beams to metal because he almost chewed through them.

Actually, he'd never let you see him in changed form. Only once had he almost transformed in front of you.

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You were already in your pajamas, washing your face before bed. Suddenly, you heard a large thud coming from your bedroom. You dried your face, walking to your bedroom. Pressing your ear to the door, you heard sound of low growling and dog like whimpering. Hastily opening the door, you were met by your boyfriend's hunched over presence. "Fuma? I-is everything alright?" His eyes darted towards you, bright yellow and his teeth started to look more like fangs.

"Oh fuck!" you gasped, rushing to his aid. "Go, Y/n. B-before I do something I regret." He grumbled lowly, you standing up and turning on your heel. "Go to Kei, but be careful...I-I'm not the only werewolf in this village." You nodded, grabbing your protection necklace and running out of the house.

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That experience was extremely scary. You were currently at Kei's place, but Fuma setting up in his guest room, preparing for his transformation. Fuma came back upstairs, giving you a tight hug. "Hey, aren't you going into rut this cycle?" Kei questioned, reading a book while snacking on crackers. Fuma's eyes went wide. "Shit. I totally forgot," he stressed. Kei snorted, standing to put the crackers back into the cabinet. "You're totally fucked dude," Kei teased, Fuma rolling his eyes.

He headed upstairs to grab even more supplies, and you went to talk to Kei. "Kei-kun, can I ask you a question?" He looked up from his book, slightly annoyed. "How can I get Fuma to fuck me?" You sheepishly asked, Kei smiling. "If you get all cuddly with me he'll get jealous. He's good at controlling his temper but with the mix of his rut starting he'll do it." So you scooted closer to Kei, letting him rest his arm around your shoulder casually.

Fuma came back downstairs. "Hey Kei, do yo- oh." His eyes addressed the scene in front of him. "Sorry, babe! I just got kinda cold and i decided to snuggle up with Kei-kun." You softly caressed his thigh, watching Fuma's eye twitch. You giggled, leaning back and lifting up Kei's shirt. "When were you going to tell me that Kei was jacked? His chest is so nice, probably the best I've ever seen."

Both of you noticed Fuma's energy shift. He looked outside, staring at the moon before you noticed his eyes turn yellow. He was transforming again. It only took a few seconds for Fuma's ears to pop out on top of his head, a tail swinging behind his legs. Fangs grew out of his mouth, him making a small snarling noise.

You noticed how Kei's eyes went as wide as saucers. "Hey dude, you can have her. I don't think-" His hairy arms grabbed your waist, yanking you off the couch and cutting Kei's sentence off. "It's fine. I'll just have to teach her some manners." he lowly grumbled, your eyes going wide as well. In a matter of seconds, you two were already upstairs and in Kei's guest room, door shut and locked. Fuma tossed you onto the bed, ripping your sweater off of you and your jeans.

You whined, covering your naked body. "You pretend to be shy, as if you weren't hoping 'Kei-kun' would fuck you." He ripped off the remaining of his boxers, grabbing your hips and immediately thrusting into you. You arched your back in pleasure, wincing at the stretch. "W-wait Fuma! I'm not ready," you pleaded, tears forming in your eyes. But he had already fully transformed. He snarled, thrusting quickly in and out of you. "Take my cock." he groaned, pushing deeper inside of you. "Gonna fuck you so full."

You kept pleading for him to forgive you, choking on your words as you spoke. "S-so sorry! I'm yours- only y-yours!" You came quickly, back arching off of the bed and loud moans emerging from your mouth. Fuma pulled out of your hole, flipping you over and shoving deeper inside of you. You moaned so loud it became a scream, sure that Kei could hear you from downstairs.

"Such a good girl. Make you an even better mommy," he whispered in your ear. You barely caught what he said, but when you realized you gasped loudly. "W-wait no! Fuma I- You can't get me pregnant!" He put a hand over your mouth, using it as leverage to fuck into you deeper. "Mine. My pussy, my pups." He growled, speeding up to an animalistic pace. "O-oh shit! Fuma please please think about this," you pleaded in a mumble, not knowing that it was all falling on deaf ears.

"Can't wait to see your tummy all swollen, full of my pups." You sobbed, taking his cock farther than you had before. Suddenly, he released his hand, wrapping his other arm around your waist. It clicked in your head. He was about to knot you. "Wait Fuma! Don't-"

Before you could finish you sentence, you felt his knot expand inside of you, shooting cum into your womb. Your stomach bloated with his cum, making you wince. He whimpered for a while, before you two sat in silence. You fell asleep in his arms, feeling warm and protected.

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You woke up the next morning, completely sore and in pain. "F-fuma?" He had restored to his natural form, and tossed on a t shirt and some boxers. "Good morning baby. I had given you a bath last night, but you sounded like you were in so much pain. I'm sorry, for whatever I did to you last night. But I warned you the best I could."

You softly smiled at him, hugging him tight. You were wearing one of his t-shirts. "It's fine. Besides, I kind of liked it. Though..." You looked down at your stomach, grimacing at the fullness. "Yeah, that one was my bad."