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okaylikeschaewon · 3 months ago

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Exchange Part 5: Crave

~6k words, kinda brainless smut, mostly Jennie anal

It was so crowded tonight that it was almost impossible to breathe, let alone move. Since word spread that all four Blackpink members were going, it appeared that half the industry was keen on attending. Unfortunately for you, this made it nearly impossible to track down Jennie's whereabouts. You were on the verge of giving up when you felt someone's arms around you from behind.

“Where the fuck have you been?”

That accent was one you’d never have an issue recognizing. “Rosie!” you smiled, turning around to face her. “Where’s Jennie?”

“I thought she was with you!” she shouted over the blaring music. “Come with me, I can’t hear shit here!”

With that, you took her hand and followed her to a booth on the side. Without hesitation, the occupants stood up to offer their seats which you and Rosé accepted. “Stay,” Rosé instructed one of the men who was sitting on the side before she turned to face you. “So just to be clear, no blowjob from Jennie yet?” Rosé asked bluntly, making the guy sitting on the far side of the booth perk up.

“No, I was looking for where you two went.”

“Perfect, me first,” Rosé pushed you back against the cushions and began tying up her hair. She pulled out her phone and tossed it to the guy sitting in your booth. “Put your number in there, you’re my witness in case I need it,” she told him before turning her attention back to you and bending over your lap.

“Rosie what are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” she laughed as she unbuckled your belt. “Do me a favor and pull the curtain, I don’t do free shows.”

“We could go somewhere more private,” you suggested as blood began flowing between your legs. “Don’t each of you have your own rooms this time?”

“Nah, this is fine, there’s enough cover with the curtain up,” she shot down the suggestion as she freed your cock from your pants. “Plus I need my friend here to witness this just in case.”

The man waved at you with an awkward smile.

“Hey,” you nodded back at him as you got comfortable with Rosé’s hand around your shaft. “What the hell are you talking about Rosie?”

“Just a stupid game that you don’t have to worry about,” Rosé dismissed your question while stroking your cock to life before turning to the man. “Scoot over, you should also get to enjoy this.”

“Oh okay,” he stammered, sliding over in the booth so that he was sitting next to Rosé before placing her phone on the table. “What should I do?”

“Can you take your dick out for me?” Rosé asked innocently, her voice sweet as sugar, as if she was making a completely normal request. She watched the man fumble with his pants before lowering them and freeing his cock. “Is it okay if I touch you?”

“Y-Yes, absolutely!” the man gasped as Rosé wasted no time and grabbed his shaft.

“Just give me a warning when you’re about to finish, that’s all I ask,” Rosé whispered as her fingers toyed at the man’s cock. “Can you do that for me?”

“Yeah, of course,” he moaned as Rosé began gently stroking him.

“Good boy,” she smirked before turning to you again. “And as for you, no warning. Surprise me, hold my dirty mouth down on your cock and cum all over my tongue,” she moaned before letting a glob of her spit fall from her lips onto your tip.

“Whatever your heart desires Rosie,” you sighed as her mouth finally made contact with your cock. “Fuck that’s nice.”

“Mmmhmmm,” Rosé gagged as she worked your cock with her lips.

She bobbed her head up and down your cock a few times, making sure to thoroughly coat your shaft with her saliva, before pausing with her mouth held firmly on your tip. Then, she started stroking your shaft with her hand, gripping firmly and twisting her fingers slightly with each stroke.

“Fuck Rosie, yes,” you moaned, placing your hand on the back of her head and closing your eyes.

Your moans were her motivation and she squeezed just a bit harder with her fingers while using her mouth to suck on your tip. Her tongue began flicking at your frenulum, working its way to the head and swirling around it. Your cock was throbbing inside the warmth of Rosé’s mouth, ready to explode already.

Just not yet, you couldn’t do that to her. You shut your eyes tighter, mentally blocking out the blaring music, ignoring the sound of Rosé jerking off another man next to you, you let Rosé’s wet and warm mouth become the only sensation in your world. Then, right when she started pushing her lips further down your shaft, you felt this overwhelming urge to go deeper.

With that, Rosé began gagging on your cock as you pushed down on the back of her head, pressing her nose all the way down against your crotch. With your cock fully embedded in her neck, you started pumping your hips upwards. You opened your eyes to see Rosé’s body was fully tensed, a sight to behold truly.

The hand she once had on your cock was now placed firmly on your thigh, pressing into your skin, while her other hand was no longer stroking her guest, instead it was tightly holding onto the table, her knuckles burning white. At this point you weren’t entirely sure how Rosé was holding up, but she made no efforts to back away.

So with that, you went all out. Bringing your other hand to Rosé’s head as well, you started grunting involuntarily as you pushed your cock as hard and fast into her mouth as you could. You went on for two minutes straight, not stopping at all, giving her no break, until you felt you were about to finish. Two minutes of pure heaven, two minutes of face fucking Rosé’s mouth, that’s all you could manage.

As per her request, right when you felt your cock ready to blow, you pressed Rosé’s head as far down as you could. She was a good sport about it, desperately trying to jab at your tip with her tongue right until you began unloading, painting the inside of her mouth. You didn’t ease up until you felt the last of your cum enter her mouth, at which point you finally let go of her head.

Rosé immediately started coughing, spitting some of your cum out into her hand. “There’s so much,” she croaked, looking up at you with her eyes watery. Then, before you could say anything, she scooped it all back into her mouth, shutting her eyes before swallowing.

“You’re so fucking hot,” you moaned as she started wiping her eyes dry.

“Thank you,” she smirked before picking up her phone. “Fucks sake, you completely ruined my makeup already.”

“My bad,” you chuckled as you pulled your pants back up. “Guess I got excited. You still look beautiful though.”

“Yeah no shit? My throat is burning,” Rosé whined as she tried to wipe her smudged mascara off. “But thank you again, just do me one more favor.”

“Anything for you after that.”

“If you find Jennie, send her up to my room.”

“Sure,” you agreed. “Is everything alright?”

“Fucking perfect,” Rosé put down her phone and turned to you with the brightest smile imaginable. “We had a little bet over you, and I just won.”

“A bet? I feel used,” you feigned annoyance. “How could you do such a thing?”

“You feel used? Excuse me?” Rosé burst out laughing. “What about my poor throat?”

“You have a point,” you laughed before inhaling sharply as Rosé bent over and gave your sensitive tip a few final licks, sucking on any remaining cum. “Fucking hell, someone’s horny tonight. I’ll be seeing more of you later, I hope?”

“You have no idea how badly I’ve needed this night, and you also know where my room is, I’ll be up there for a bit with my new friend. You’re of course welcome to join me whenever you fancy,” Rosé leaned forward and kissed your cheek before standing up and holding her hand out for the man. “Come.”

The two of them left for the elevators, the man barely being able to hide his excitement as he skipped alongside Rosé, leaving you alone and looking for Jennie. It was a pleasant surprise when you found her within minutes despite how packed the club was tonight - you just had to follow the biggest crowd.

There she was, on her knees wearing nothing but some skimpy panties in the middle of a circle of men, shoving her pussy against some guy’s face while half the crowd jerked off. As soon as she saw you, her face lit up and she ran over towards you, ignoring the whines of the men who just lost their entertainment.

“I found you!” she slurred as she jumped onto you, pressing her bare tits against your face.

“You did, good job,” you grabbed Jennie by her ass, holding her up. “Where’s the rest of your clothes?”

“I don’t know!” she replied cheerily, smiling at you as she leaned back. “Do you like my tits?”

She was drunk as hell, you thought to yourself as you carefully lowered her. “Yeah, they’re lovely,” you smiled back, giving them a quick squeeze before looking around for her clothes. “Oh,” you flinched as Jennie shoved a glass into your hand, spilling half of the contents onto your shirt.

“Drink with me!” she held her own glass up happily.

“Alright, but we’re taking a break after this one,” you replied, clinking your glass against hers and downing the half of the shot that didn’t make it onto your shirt. “Now give me that and come with me,” you took her glass from her and grabbed her hand, guiding her away from the crowd.

“One more drink,” she giggled, clearly enjoying herself a bit too much.

“We will, but first let’s find somewhere quieter, okay?” you bargained with her, pulling her hand.

“Why? I’m having fun!” she swatted away your hand playfully.

“We’ll have more fun still, but I need you to come with me first,” you urged her, wrapping your arm around her waist to stop her from falling.

She pouted her lips, forming a cute little frown as she looked up at you. “But everyones being so nice,” she whined.

“Yeah, because you have your fucking tits out Jennie, now come on,” you started to lose patience.

With a reluctant sigh, she leaned into you and latched onto your arm. “Fine, as long as you promise to fuck my ass.”

“Yeah, right, whatever you say.”

She let go of your arm and stopped moving. “I’m serious,” she glared at you, crossing her arms. “Tell me you’ll fuck my ass.”

“Okay fine, yes Jennie I will fuck your ass,” you sighed. “Now can we go?”

“Do you mean it?” she stared at you with doughy eyes, flipping back and forth between anger and plead.

“I do,” you reassured her as you took off your coat and wrapped it around her before taking her hand in yours again. “Now come on.”

“Why do you have to be so responsible,” Jennie mumbled as she followed you down some hallways into a private room.

“Because one of us has to be,” you chuckled, closing the door behind her and locking it. “And because I care about you,” you added as you walked over to a mirror in the room and took off your vest, taking a look at the state of your shirt.

“Did I do that?” Jennie cried as she noticed your shirt. “Let me fix it.”

“It’s fine Jennie, it’s just a shirt,” you tried to stop her but she was having none of it.

“Stop it!” she whined, wrestling your shirt off.

Once she got it off you - which you only allowed because she was about to tear it - she tossed it aside and pressed her mouth against your skin, sucking on your chest. Her lips were warm and soft, roaming your body freely.

“Jennie,” you tried getting her attention but she was on a mission to rub her tongue over every square inch of your body at this point.

“Oh yeah, I gotta do this before Rosie,” she slurred her words as she dropped down to her knees. “I need you to cum in my mouth.”

“Rosie already got you beat there,” you informed her, but she didn’t care at all, ignoring you while yanking down your pants. “Jennie, how about you just rest for a bit, we’ll do this later.”

“No,” she slurred, face full of determination as she lowered your underwear as well, her gaze fixed on your cock. “Let me make it up to you for ruining your shirt.”

“You seriously do not have to do anything right now, really.”

“Why aren’t you hard?” she pouted as she looked up at you. “Do you hate me?”

“What? No, of course not,” you groaned, accepting the fact that Jennie was going to be difficult until you gave her what she wanted. “Alright, come here,” you stepped out of your pants and walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge and motioning for Jennie to take her place between your legs as you stroked yourself slowly.

She smiled brightly before crawling across the room and planting her mouth firmly on your cock. It felt nice, there was no denying that, but you could tell she was struggling. She sucked on your cock for a couple of minutes in silence, moving slowly, breathing deeply against your skin, failing to keep a tight seal with her lips. Then suddenly she stopped - she leaned back and bent over, taking deep breaths.

“Jennie? You good?” you gently rubbed her back, leaning down to take a look at her.

“Yeah I’m…” she paused to take off the coat you wrapped around her earlier, struggling until you helped her. Once it fell to the floor, you could see she was sweating, and her face lacked energy. “...I’m good.”

“Come here,” you picked her up from her armpits and sat her down on the bed next to you. “Sit tight for just a second, I’ll be right back.”

She nodded, confirming at least she was conscious, but she was really not in great shape. You quickly walked across the room and filled a glass of water, bringing it back to her. “Drink,” you held the glass up to her lips for her as she took a few small sips. “Do you feel nauseous?”

“No,” she mumbled before pushing your hand away and bending over your lap again.

“Whoa there Jennie, not yet,” you picked her back up, scared she was about to throw up. “You need to rest for a bit.”

“I’m fine, please I need to suck your cock,” she whined, trying to fight your grip. “Or else Rosie will win.”

“Jennie, babe, Rosie already won,” you informed her gently. “Finish drinking this.”

She looked so incredibly distraught as she accepted the glass, chugging the water in one go before handing it back to you. Her gaze dropped to the floor, and you could see a flicker of sadness in her eyes. “I really want you to fuck my ass,” she murmured, still looking down, a hint of vulnerability in her voice. “It feels so good.”

“We’ll get to that, I promise,” you reassured her, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. “But first I need to make sure you’re fine, and you need to rest.”

Jennie slid off the bed and onto her knees, turning around and bending over the side of the bed, her eyes glistening with a mix of frustration and pleading. “I don’t want to rest,” she insisted firmly, looking up at you. “Please, just fuck my ass, I promise I’m fine. It’s all I can think about.”

“Jennie…”

“Just for a bit? Please?” she whined, shaking her ass side to side as she begged you with her eyes, her voice full of longing. “I really want your big dick in my ass.”

Seeing her like this made it impossible to deny her, not that you really wanted to, your cock was throbbing at the idea of it by this point. “Alright fine,” you finally gave in. With Jennie literally begging for you to fuck her ass, who could blame you?

Her face lit up and she got more comfortable, sticking her ass up higher, arching her back and pressing her elbows into the bed. “Finally, you can go as hard as you want.”

As you lined up behind her, yanking her panties off her body, you slowly eased your tip into her asshole as she spread her cheeks with both hands for you. She was so fucking tight, especially since the only lube was from the bit of Jennie’s saliva still on your shaft. It was almost unbearable how snug her asshole’s grip was on your cock. You barely got two thrusts in before Jennie interrupted.

“No! I need you to really give it to me,” she moaned, looking back over her shoulder. “Fucking destroy my asshole.”

Just a few shots of alcohol and Jennie turned into an absolute freak, but you weren’t going to complain. In fact, you found yourself smirking as your next couple of thrusts were significantly harder, hopefully to her liking. You were spreading her asshole wide with each thrust, working her body as she became increasingly vocal, each pump eliciting a mix of harsh moans and screams from the tight girl.

“Oh fuck, I’ve missed this so much! I needed this,” she cried out, shoving her face into the mattress. “Keep going, don’t stop!”

Not that you were going to, actually you had absolutely no plans of stopping at this point. Her asshole felt so fucking good. The tight, warm squeeze, massaging your cock with each pump - you’ve missed this almost as much as she did.

“Harder, right there!” she begged, her voice rising as your cock found the right spots. Each push drew more squeals of pleasure from her lips. “Please, fuck!”

It was becoming too much for you. Her enthusiastic moans were infectious, giving you strength that you didn’t know you had, each time your cock slammed into her asshole you could feel a surge of invigoration coursing through her entire body.

“Please, more! Give me more!” she screamed out, clenching her fists hard as she surrendered to the sensations.

At this point you couldn’t physically go any harder. Jennie’s ass cheeks were rippling with every thrust, her entire body being shoved into the bed without any remorse. She screamed, moaned, made all sorts of noises, and you just kept going - kept jamming your cock up her tight ass. It felt fucking divine.

“So fucking tight,” you grunted, pressing deep down on her hips with your hands, squishing her soft body beneath you.

Your cock was burning up with pleasure. It felt almost too good. Each and every thrust up Jennie’s ass felt better and better for you as her tight body began molding to your cock. Jennie’s asshole was perfect. With how hard you were jamming yourself into her, you could even feel your balls swinging up, slapping against her dripping pussy.

The strength in your body was failing, going this hard for this long was exhausting, yet somehow you were still pumping into her asshole. So fucking tight. Your fingers were even starting to hurt with how hard they were pressing into her body, but you didn’t care. Your cock was ready to blow. Her asshole was too much, you couldn’t hold on any longer. The thought of pulling out and painting Jennie’s sweat-soaked back with your cum was appealing, but the tight grip her asshole had on your shaft erased that idea from your head.

With a final few pumps, your cock erupted inside her, spewing your cum right into her asshole. You filled her up, still pumping away as your white mess began leaking slightly with each thrust. Jennie had gone mute, completely overwhelmed with the feeling of your cum filling her up. She just took it, she took all of your cum right up the ass, holding still for you, coaxing it out of you. As you eased up, letting the final few spurts of cum exit your body, Jennie let out a long, satisfied sigh, her body relaxing, her asshole loosening up against your cock just enough for you to slowly pull it out.

“Wow,” you muttered, on your knees behind her, admiring the fountain of cum spilling out of Jennie’s asshole right now. “That was amazing.”

“Fucking amazing,” Jennie echoed, reaching a hand behind her to gently rub your cum around her asshole. “Holy fuck I’m going to be feeling this tomorrow.”

“You are such a fucking slut, have I ever told you that?” you chuckled as you got up to your feet.

“Yeah, but I’m your dirty little slut,” she moaned as she turned around, sitting with her back against the edge of the bed. “Fucking hell that sobered me up quick,” she added before opening her mouth wide for you.

Just as she wanted, you slipped your cock into her mouth, holding it steady as she slurped away, cleaning you off.

“By the way, Rosie told me to send you to her room.”

Jennie took a final few licks of your cock before releasing it with a pop, looking up at you. “Oh right, the stupid bet,” she sighed. “You really fucked that one up.”

“How’s it my fault you were busy sitting on some random dude’s face and flashing your tits to the whole club?”

“I was fucking horny,” Jennie scoffed. “And that was absolutely because of you.”

“Is that right? You get horny when I cum on your face?”

“I’ll bite your dick off.”

“And then who are you going to beg for when you need your asshole fucked?”

“Fuck you,” she spat before starting to get off her knees.

“Not yet,” you pushed her back down to her knees and grabbed her hair. With your other hand, you grabbed the base of your cock and pushed it forward towards her mouth. “You can get up when I tell you.”

She did just as you commanded - after shooting you a dirty look of course - licking up your cock, bobbing her lips up and down slightly. What she probably wasn’t ready for was when you yanked her hair, shoving your cock deeper into her mouth as it stiffened up again. “That’s right,” you teased, taking a firmer grip with your hand and pushing your cock even deeper. “Open that throat up for me,” you whispered, giving her cheek a light slap with your other hand.

Jennie, to the best of her ability, tried to open up wider. Your cock was embedded pretty deep in her mouth, but instead of pushing that final little bit, you pulled back completely, leaving Jennie desperately gasping for air, coughing and spitting, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

“You’re not done yet,” you grabbed your cock and slapped it against her cheek, giving her just a second to spit the excess saliva out before you shoved it back into her mouth. “Open your fucking throat,” you ordered her, this time forcing your cock until it was fully embedded down her throat, the back of her head being pressed against the side of the bed.

The sound of her gagging was beautiful, something you had grown to appreciate, especially since you knew how much she loved gagging on your cock. You let go of her hair and leaned forward even more, supporting your upper body with both arms on the bed, and began pumping your hips slightly, making sure to keep your entire length in her mouth as you pushed against her jaw.

Her warm saliva was dripping out of her lips and onto your balls as they pressed hard against her chin, your cock probing the back of her neck while she gagged. You relished in the warmth of her throat for a bit longer before pulling back and releasing your cock, resting your shaft against her face.

“Fuck you,” Jennie cried out, gasping and panting, letting her spit flow freely down her chest. “The fuck are you going so hard for?”

“Did you not hear yourself just a few minutes ago?” you taunted her, rubbing your cock against her forehead.

“That was for my asshole, not my neck,” she snapped back, turning her face away from your cock.

“And that’s next, don’t worry,” you smirked before picking her up and tossing her onto the bed. “But this time, I want to see your face.”

“Fuck you,” Jennie repeated, but there it was, that glint of desire, the true feelings Jennie had as soon as she heard you were going to fuck her ass again - she couldn’t hide them.

“Cry about it all you want, I don’t give a fuck,” you snarled as you reached for her ankles, yanking her body to the edge of the bed before lifting her legs up and placing them on your shoulders. “Just lay there you dirty little slut, we both know you’ve been dreaming of this.”

No witty or sassy response this time, instead Jennie just glared at you, at least she tried to, but her face couldn’t hide how much she was enjoying this as soon as she felt your tip prodding her entrance again. She was just as addicted as you were, but she was too ashamed to admit it.

It didn’t matter. What did matter was how Jennie’s asshole opened up for your cock. At this point, her body was a perfect fit, adapted to taking your cock again and again. You eased forward slowly, leaning in and pressing her legs forward as your cock slowly entered Jennie’s asshole once again.

“Ah,” Jennie let out a soft moan, scrunching her face up as she adjusted to the tightness. “It’s so fucking big.”

“You’re a good little slut,” you whispered, encouraging her as you gave a few half pumps into her ass. There was such a stark contrast from the roughness from earlier, now it felt like there was far more passion being shared between you two.

“Your good little slut,” Jennie whispered back - it was endearing in a way. “Fuck that little asshole as much as you want, it’s all yours.”

“I know it is,” you grunted, leaning forward and slowly pushing your cock in and out of her body. You could feel your cock twitching, it felt so good, as you watched Jennie’s expressions change with each thrust. There was no urgency, no rush, you got to really take it slow and enjoy the tight massage her asshole was giving your cock, pressing down hard on every individual nerve, opening up beautifully for you.

Jennie, now with her eyes shut, brought one hand between her legs and began making circles with her fingers, rubbing her clit to the same tempo as your thrusts. She kept going, playing with herself, moaning softly, her pussy leaking as she touched herself. Then, as her back started to arch up, she slipped two fingers into her pussy, inserting them in tandem, synchronized with how your cock pushed into her asshole.

“I’m going to fucking cum,” she mumbled, her mouth shooting open, eyes squeezing tighter.

With that view before your eyes, you bent forward, hips still pumping slowly, and grabbed both of her tits with your hands, leaning closer to her face before whispering into her ear. “Then do it, cum for me, my little slut.” She started fingering herself faster, and now it was your turn to match her pace. You began shoving your cock harder inside her, enjoying how her asshole was getting tighter and tighter by the second. Her body was building up to climax, and you could feel it through her asshole. After giving her nipples a sharp pinch, forcing a sharp squeal from her lips, you reached your hand up towards her face and grabbed her before whispering into her ear again. “Come on, let it happen, fucking cum for me.”

“I am!” she cried out, her body writhing softly as if the pleasure was too much. “I’m fucking… fuck…”

Coherency didn’t matter at this point. She was right there, so close, and with a final few pumps of her asshole she yanked her fingers out of her pussy and began rubbing her clit vigorously, squirting onto your stomach.

“There it is,” you teased, picking up the pace of your thrusts as you felt your own orgasm rapidly approaching. “Dirty fucking slut, cumming all over me.”

“I am… your dirty slut…” she gasped, body going limp on the bed, her hand sliding up her chest, softly squeezing her tits.

Her pussy, glistening and soaked, looked fucking amazing right now, so unbelievably fuckable, but you were completely committed to her asshole. You reached forward with your hand, playing with her folds softly as you pumped away, your cock getting closer and closer. Her asshole was still squeezing your cock hard, but it was starting to loosen up as she relaxed, especially now that you were playing with her pussy as well. It only took you about a minute or so before you were ready to cum again thanks to Jennie’s tight asshole.

This time, even though your body desperately wanted to fill her asshole again, you settled on another plan. With your final few pumps, priming your cock until it was just one final pump away from busting, you pulled out and bent forward, grabbing Jennie’s hair and yanking it towards you with one hand. With your other hand, you grabbed your cock and began stroking it as hard as you could.

Within a couple of seconds, you began unloading onto Jennie’s face. Spurt after spurt, you made sure each one landed on her. She had her eyes shut tight as you plastered her cheeks, nose, forehead, and chin, coating every part of her face with your cum. Even as your cock stopped launching cum, you pulled her face closer and pressed your tip against her forehead, letting the rest trickle down her face.

Once you felt like you were done, you slipped your cock into her mouth one more time, having her lips squeeze out any cum you had left as you pulled back. Then, all that was left was for you to enjoy the view of Jennie’s face completely coated in your cum.

“It’s a nice look,” you chuckled as Jennie slowly opened her eyes, wiping them clean so that she could see. “Don’t wipe too much off, I’m walking you to Rosie’s room like this.”

“You’re the fucking worst,” she whined as a smile formed on her lips.

“I know,” you sighed, collapsing onto the bed next to Jennie. “Give me a minute, get dressed and we’ll go up.”

“Dressed in what?” Jennie laughed, falling onto her back next to you.

“Good point,” you turned to your side to face her. “I wasn’t kidding, it really is a nice look.”

“Shut up,” she rolled her eyes, turning to face the roof in an attempt to keep your cum on her face. “Am I really walking through the club like this?”

“Be grateful I’m not making you crawl,” you teased, reaching over and cupping a tit in your hands, toying with her nipple. “Maybe I should, make sure everyone knows you’re my toy.”

“Please don’t,” Jennie whispered, as if she was actually a piece of your property who would do anything you told her to do. “Everyone’s already going to be looking since I lost my clothes.”

“Here,” you got off the bed and picked your shirt up off the ground, tossing it to her. “You’re not getting my pants though, so put your panties back on.”

“Thank you,” Jennie smiled, lifting herself off the bed before suddenly groaning and falling back down. “Fucking hell, it still feels like your dick is in my ass.”

“Take a minute, we’ll head up to Rosie when you’re ready,” you reassured her as you got dressed. You picked up her panties and walked over to her, taking a seat next to her on the bed and flipping her onto her stomach. Gently, you rubbed her asshole for her. “Does that feel better?”

“Barely,” she moaned into the mattress. “Is it bleeding?”

“No,” you replied before inserting the tip of your finger into her.“Dickhead,” Jennie squealed, slapping your arm. “Alright let’s go, I’ll manage.”

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A/N:

Probably not my best work, but I just had to let some random horny into a fic. Funny enough this was supposed to be a pretty plot heavy Jisoo chapter, but somehow it turned into pure PwP. Oh well, expect the next chapter to be heavy on the Jisoo plot (probably with some other member smut too, whatever happens in Rosie's room is still to come).

I'm running short of time for my break, but I promise I've still been working hard on my fics! I'd like to release a few more in the upcoming weeks, and I'm expecting my next post to be Kazuha. I also have recently thought of some one-shot ideas, so I might just randomly drop something that isn't part of one of my current projects. Stay tuned!

#kpop smut #smut #kpop fanfic #fanfiction #blackpink smut #jennie smut #rose smut

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colorisbyshe · 1 year ago

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It’s been said better and more thoroughly than this but employing “women and children” rhetoric in the wake of an ethnic cleansing, where the men are framed as barbaric and expendable, is absolutely heinous and inappropriate.

Yes, women face somewhat unique (but not totally unique—there have been reports of male hostages facing forced sodomy) threats and obviously children are the most vulnerable out there, but men are being brutalized and murdered as well and they aren’t “more” deserving of this occupation.

Discussions of misogyny are obviously welcome in any context but framing male victims as lesser (less victimized, less worthy of saving, less innocent) just furthers the dehumanization that affects all victims of said ethnic cleansing. You are giving an allowance to the racism and bigotry that is utilized to justify their deaths, torture, starvation, maiming.

Anyone actually educated in meaningful feminism should easily recognize this.

Even if you don’t want to recognize the humanity of these men (which is, again, racist and heinous), do you think the women and children you claim to care for are better off without these men? Their fathers, brothers, children, cousins, lovers…

Please, do not forget the Palestinian men. Please, learn to understand that criticizing the patriarchy (and, yes, pushing back against bad faith “not all men” discussions) should not mean signing off on an ethnic cleansing.

Palestinians are innocent; age and gender does not change that.

End the occupation for the women, men, and children.

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sovasleepy · 9 months ago

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jealousy (valorant x reader)

[ chamber, gekko, sova, omen x gn!reader ] — in which valorant men get a little jealous

tw: jealous and a little overprotectiveness but they’re (mostly) healthy about it. a little cursing for some flavor. random guy flirts with you in chamber's but hes not creepy about it. different guy is also creepy in omen's but its not talked about in detail. chamber makes a sexual joke in his.

CHAMBER ━━━

hot take: he’s so protective at all times idc idc

but he hides it so so well

he’s absolutely enamored by you, there’s no denying that. that’s only half the reason why he tries to show you off so much though

the other reason is because that means he is showing you off as his. he’s staking his claim on you in his own odd little way, but it works and neither of you mind it too much

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“are you sure this shirt doesn’t make me look weird?” you asked, tugging at the material.

as much as you loved it, you couldn’t quite tell me if it was ‘you.’ you stepped out of the changing room of the store you were in and into the hallway, where chamber sat patiently waiting. he loved a fashion show if it was yours, after all.

he pretended to inspect it thoroughly, leaning forward in his chair and narrowing his eyes.

before he could answer, however, a different voice sounded out. it came from the door next to yours, where a different man had walked into the hallway to look at his own clothes.

“it looks good,” he spoke, smirk creeping its way onto his face. “but i imagine you’d look good in anything, huh?”

both you and chamber sat still and quiet for a few beats, as if registering what had just happened. the line was well delivered, but seriously? could he not tell that you were with chamber?

“well,” chamber spoke loudly. “they do look good in anything. and in nothing. we could see how you look when the shirt is on our bedroom floor, how’s that, ma cheri?”

you attempted to ignore the warmth that rose in your face, but failed. again, you were stunned. the opposing man blanched and retreated back to his changing room, where he quickly shut the door.

“come now, love. i think a thousand dollars in one shopping trip is enough, no? or should we stop by one more store?” chamber was overly loud once again.

and lying through his teeth, as well — you’d come to retrieve a single shirt for an event. that said, you couldn’t help but laugh as the occupant of changing room next to yours fumbled over himself, apparently knocked something down, and released a string of curses.

he didn’t have to know chamber was lying, and you didn’t have to know chamber was lying because he knew he’d earn a laugh from you.

GEKKO ━━━

gekko has like. a normal amount of jealousy?

he’ll bite back the small senses of it whenever you’re giving another guy a little more attention that he would like you to

or he’ll politely explain to you that he doesn’t really like you doing something because of how it makes him feel and you’ll talk it through

not because he doesn’t trust you, he just needs that extra little reassurance

if you’re willing to give up doing something to give him that peace of mind? all the better. if not? he can work on it, no questions asked.

overall 10/10 v good communication skills i love him

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you could tell that gekko was uneasy. from the way his nails picked at his fingers and the constant bouncing of his knee, to the avoidance of eye contact and the way his speech was quiet and mumbled, gekko’s demeanor screamed something was wrong.

you watched him carefully as you sat back down at the table. again, his eyes didn’t move from the place they were locked onto.

a few moments passed as you thought of what could have been wrong. the two of you were at some company party, with loud music coming through the speakers and an unholy amount of people piled into the room. everyone was dressed formally in either dresses or suits, their makeup done perfectly and not a hair out of place.

maybe that’s what was wrong. perhaps the music was too loud or his suit was too tight.

“mateo?” you had to yell over the music, despite wanting your voice to be soft as you spoke to him.

he finally looked up to you, soft eyes scanning your face. he didn’t speak, but he hummed to acknowledge you audibly.

“is everything alright? you seem a little off.”

the question seemed to stun him for a few moments as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and looked back down to the table. after a deep breath, he finally answered. “i just felt a little… i dunno. saying i was jealous feels a little funny, but there was this guy earlier you were talking to? he was kinda tall, darker hair. and uh- anyway, you went to grab a drink and he seemed to be really funny i guess. you didn’t stop laughing the entire time you were talking and before you left he kissed your cheek.”

you thought about it for a second, trying to recall the interaction, before you let out something like a laugh.

“he’s from mexico, he told me it was a common thing there? i dunno. i’ve known him since i joined the protocol.” you said, smiling at him. “it’s nothing, but if you don’t like it i’ll tell him next time. i highly doubt there’s gonna be any hard feelings about it on his end. is that alright?”

he nodded, sending you a soft smile. his face had relaxed significantly in the past few minutes. "thank you, amor."

SOVA ━━━

he rarely gets jealous,, he thinks

he has a hard time exactly placing the emotion, and it’s mostly shrouded in protectiveness more than anything

he loves you, he knows you love him, and there is not a doubt that trickles into his mind

…..for the most part, anyway

there is the occasional time when that warmth spreads in his chest and the overwhelming urge to take you under his wing spawns, only to realize you aren’t in any danger

so why does he feel the need to protect you?

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sova had never had any ill-will toward phoenix. the two of them weren't particularly close, but they had worked and lived together for long enough that they were closer than one might expect.

maybe thats why sova agreed to play games with he and a few others the other night. they played stupid ice-breaker games, despite mostly having known each other for years. a few embarrassing stories of his friends' youth were shared, including the time jett ate brownies without knowing weed was baked in, and the time raze got caught sneaking out in her teens.

at some point, sova was asked who he had feelings for. it was the late hours of the night, and you had long since passed out on the couch next to him. he'll never figure out how you slept through the laughing and talking, but you did. without saying a word, sova had smiled softly and nodded over to you.

there were a few gasps, and then there was the laughing and cheering of a few others. phoenix held out his hand, to which jett passed him twenty bucks with a disgrunted face. evidently, they had had a bet about his feelings.

little did he know that telling them--phoenix, in particular--about his feelings toward you would go on to be one of the worst decisions he could have made.

ever since that night, phoenix had made it his goal to flirt with you as much as he possibly could when sova was around. he would send the russian a wink and a smile after every interaction with you, driving the stake deeper. though you thought he was just being friendly and joking around, the interactions never failed to spark a sick feeling in his gut.

and currently, he was almost at his limit.

he was normally fairly calm, but his patience with phoenix had been run thin over the past few weeks and the interaction between you two was getting a little too close for his comfort. not that he had some sort of claim over you; you weren't dating, so why did he have this feeling?

"could you hand me my water?" you asked from your spot on the couch. you gestured to the bottle of water placed in front of phoenix, who was sitting beside you.

he watched as phoenix took your hand and brought it gently up to his lips, planting a kiss on your knuckles. "anything for you, my love." his voice was dripping with sultry as he spoke.

in a few quick steps, sova got up and grabbed the bottle before phoenix could. he stepped around the coffee table and handed you the bottle, sending a glare over to phoenix when he stepped away. the other man raised his hands in mock defense and leaned back into the couch. with a sly smile, he positioned his arm around the back of the couch and pulled you into his side. you laughed, but didn't push away.

"ok, fine." sova finally spoke. he had been glaring daggers at you and phoenix for the better part of two hours, and you couldn't figure out why. "what the hell is it for, phoenix? why are you doing this?"

you leaned up from where you were leaned against the man in question. "doing what?"

phoenix smiled impossibly wider and leaned forward. "yeah, doing what?"

sova grumbled. he huffed and took a moment to collect himself. "leave, y/n." he looked at you and his eyes softened. "please."

despite the look he sent you, you weren't leaving. you crossed your arms in defiance and glared. phoenix's hand came up to rub your back.

"that!" sova finally spoke again. this wasn't how he wanted to confess to you, but so be it. "i told you weeks ago that i had feelings for y/n and you have since made it your life's mission to flirt with them. you don't have the same feelings for them, so why? what do you gain?"

phoenix, painfully calmly, got up and walked to the other side of the room. "for one, you finally confessed. don't have to deal with your 'longing gazes' anymore. secondly, jett now owes me twenty more bucks."

OMEN ━━━

omen would like to pride himself in the fact that he was rarely jealous.

insecure? sure. a little self-depreciating? of course.

but jealous just wasn’t him. as much as he was dissatisfied with himself, he had full trust in you.

however, that didn’t stop the rare inkling of a feeling that you truly would be better off with someone else, especially when they flirt, and even more so when you don’t notice

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one more time. that was all it was going to take.

just one more time for that guy to slide his hand up your arm, one more stupid joke to roll off of his tongue, one more laugh from you. omen knew he didn't exactly initiate physical touch all that often, but that doesn't mean he dislikes it. he would kill right now to have that be him, for you to be so close to him, for you to be laughing at his every word like you were laughing at that guy's.

he had told you that he would come with you to grab some supplies. a kingdom worker had been at the facility at the time, however, and the two of you seemed to be getting along perfectly well. to hell with the company you had asked from omen, he supposes.

and of course there it was again, his arm coming up to rest gently on your back as he guided you down another hallway. omen was a few steps behind the two of you, not that either one of you seemed to be paying him any mind.

fine. he could go back to his room.

his disappeared into a cloud of smoke, materializing again in the darkness of his own room. the events of the last thirty or so minutes replayed in his mind, a taunting loop of your smile as you looked at the man responsible for it. its not that he hated seeing you smile -- he loved it. but it was a different thing entirely when you smiled so big because of a man he could never be. maybe in another life, but not now.

the thoughts swirled in his head for what felt like hours. it was likely barely half an hour in reality, being that it took fifteen minutes alone to get up to his room from where the two of you had been before and likely another few to finish your work.

finally, a knock on the door of his room regained his attention.

"come in." he spoke, not looking away from the ceiling tile he'd been fixed on.

"what the hell is wrong with you?" you asked, clearly angry.

the phantom sat up, looking over to you incredulously. "what?"

"why the hell would you leave?"

"wasn't interested in watching him flirt with you." he was curt, as always.

"oh, yeah," you said dramatically. you were walking over to him now, standing in front of him. "because i was enjoying it so much. loved it even more when my boyfriend got tired and left me alone with him."

oh. that makes more sense than you blatantly hitting on him in front of your own boyfriend.

"really? sure seemed to find him so funny."

"because what am i supposed to do? tell him that he's not funny and to shut up?"

"you could have told him not to touch you."

"i did! and you didn't see me brushing his hand away and walking faster so he wouldn't rest his hand on my back? or were you too busy wallowing?"

the reality of this set in on him suddenly. he really had been too caught up in his own mind to realize what was happening. he had left you in an uncomfortable situation all because he was too stubborn to listen to what was actually happening.

"i'm sorry." he finally spoke.

"its okay," you sighed, and crawled your way into his bed. "i'll file a report or something later. we deserve a nap."

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miaoua3 · 3 months ago

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(pairing: best friend!dino x f!reader)

went to see the svt concert in the cinema…got biased wrecked by dino so hard i can’t stop thinking about his face and arms…

you let your whole body fall onto the bed face first, naked chest trying to find the air in your lungs again. your whole body feels so hot, sweat sliding down your back, legs still spasming due to the most incredible orgasm of your life.

speaking of…

you slowly turn your head in chan’s direction, only to find him already looking at you. his eyes are so very shiny as they fleet all over your face, never stopping for longer than a second to look at one feature of yours.

if someone were to watch this scene unfold, you were pretty sure that they would describe your own eyes the same way.

after a second of looking at each other, you both burst into giggles simultaneously.

you let a little “hi” escape your lips alongside the giggles, still in shock that you finally slept with your best friend and crush since childhood.

chan, instead of immediately answering, just pulls you towards him, making your naked front come in contact with his own very naked and so very buff chest.

as his giggles quiet down, he tucks a bit of your hair behind your ear, still smiling so very brightly at you.

finally, he rasps out in his deep voice “hi pretty.”

shyly, you bury your face in his neck, moaning in pain as you whine “stoooop”.

he in return just chuckles a bit and kisses your shoulder.

after a minute or so, as your embarrassment quiets down, you pull your face away. crossing your hands over his chest, you let your chin on top of them, the bone kind of painfully digging in the back of your hand that its resting on.

as if having a mind of its own, your hand suddenly starts playing with his chocolate hair, pushing the wet bangs away from his forehead.

chan, in return, still just looks at you.

you smile gently as you observe his handsome features- his beautiful eyes, slightly red cheeks, plump lips slightly agape as you trace them with one of your fingers of the same hand.

he’s so beautiful you think to yourself.

not giving yourself a second to overthink it, you whisper in the softest voice “you are…so very beautiful.”

his cheeks redden even more, spreading all the way to his ears. quickly bringing his arm to his face, he hides his face in his elbow, not being able to hide that wide smile of his though.

you chuckle at his reaction, kissing his chin lightly due to him being so very cute.

ever so slowly, he brings his arm down, choosing to give it a new occupation of fitting your chubby cheek in the palm of it, while his tumb ever so gently rubs the soft cheek in question.

you feel shy as his eyes scan your face thoroughly, lingering on your lips that are unconcerned being bitten by your teeth.

sending a shiver down your spine because of his deep voice, he responds back.

“you are even more beautiful. so pretty. so perfect.”

you just look down to his collarbones, not being able to stand how honest he is and how good it felt to finally hear him say the words that you have always dreamt of hearing.

with the tip of your finger you trace his neck, drawing little stars and flowers, and all sorts of shapes as you try to regain your composure.

finally letting your inner thoughts win, you whisper quietly “what now?”, but not out of fear, but rather out of excitement.

“now…”, chan pauses for a minute in order to pull your chin up and towards him, finally making your eyes meet his own before he continues “…we cuddle and talk about whatever we want…maybe even kiss some more before i make you cum on my face this time,”, unconsciously pulling on your chin towards him as his eyes linger on your lips, his words making a gasp escape your lips “and them maybe we sleep for a bit. and then in the morning, because it’s saturday, i take you to that bakery that we have been having breakfast at for years now. then i will probably have to let you and your kisses go for a few hours in order for you to get ready because i’m taking you out tonight.” he pauses for a second to see your reaction, receiving a brights smile in return.

you softly shake your head in disbelief that this is really, finally happening to you, before you lean in to softly kiss his lips, hands not being able to resist of squeezing his biceps ‘as support’ while you’re leaning towards him.

ever so softly, you whisper against his lips “you are trouble for my heart, mr. lee chan.”

smirking at your words, he mumbles back.

“right back at you, baby.”

#seventeen #svt #svt x reader #fypシ #tumblr fyp #fypage #fluff #smut #dino x y/n #dino x you #svt dino #seventeen dino #dino seventeen #dino x reader #lee chan x you #lee chan x reader #lee chan

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sayruq · 1 year ago

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A new investigation by +972 Magazine and Local Call reveals that the Israeli army has developed an artificial intelligence-based program known as “Lavender,” unveiled here for the first time. According to six Israeli intelligence officers, who have all served in the army during the current war on the Gaza Strip and had first-hand involvement with the use of AI to generate targets for assassination, Lavender has played a central role in the unprecedented bombing of Palestinians, especially during the early stages of the war. In fact, according to the sources, its influence on the military’s operations was such that they essentially treated the outputs of the AI machine “as if it were a human decision.”

During the early stages of the war, the army gave sweeping approval for officers to adopt Lavender’s kill lists, with no requirement to thoroughly check why the machine made those choices or to examine the raw intelligence data on which they were based. One source stated that human personnel often served only as a “rubber stamp” for the machine’s decisions, adding that, normally, they would personally devote only about “20 seconds” to each target before authorizing a bombing — just to make sure the Lavender-marked target is male. This was despite knowing that the system makes what are regarded as “errors” in approximately 10 percent of cases, and is known to occasionally mark individuals who have merely a loose connection to militant groups, or no connection at all. Moreover, the Israeli army systematically attacked the targeted individuals while they were in their homes — usually at night while their whole families were present — rather than during the course of military activity. According to the sources, this was because, from what they regarded as an intelligence standpoint, it was easier to locate the individuals in their private houses. Additional automated systems, including one called “Where’s Daddy?” also revealed here for the first time, were used specifically to track the targeted individuals and carry out bombings when they had entered their family’s residences.

The Lavender machine joins another AI system, “The Gospel,” about which information was revealed in a previous investigation by +972 and Local Call in November 2023, as well as in the Israeli military’s own publications. A fundamental difference between the two systems is in the definition of the target: whereas The Gospel marks buildings and structures that the army claims militants operate from, Lavender marks people — and puts them on a kill list. In addition, according to the sources, when it came to targeting alleged junior militants marked by Lavender, the army preferred to only use unguided missiles, commonly known as “dumb” bombs (in contrast to “smart” precision bombs), which can destroy entire buildings on top of their occupants and cause significant casualties. “You don’t want to waste expensive bombs on unimportant people — it’s very expensive for the country and there’s a shortage [of those bombs],” said C., one of the intelligence officers. Another source said that they had personally authorized the bombing of “hundreds” of private homes of alleged junior operatives marked by Lavender, with many of these attacks killing civilians and entire families as “collateral damage.”

Remember, the Israeli occupation government considers all men over the age of 16 to be Hamas operatives hence why they've claimed to have killed over 9,000 of them (which matches the number of Palestinian men killed according to the Ministry of Health). So, when the article speaks of 'low level' or 'high level militants' they're likely speaking of civilians.

If Israel knew who Hamas fighters are, Oct 7th wouldn't have caught them off guard and they wouldn't still be fighting the Palestinian resistance every single day.

#yemen #jerusalem #tel aviv #current events #palestine #free palestine #gaza #free gaza #news on gaza #palestine news #news update #war news #war on gaza #war crimes #gaza genocide #genocide #artificial intelligence #ai #long post

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romaevelizz · 4 months ago

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Sandpaper ˖ ࣪⊹

Carter Dutton-Wheeler & oc!Crystal Maverick

1.) Miss Mav

sum: June had finally started meaning people would be coming and going from the ranch. Carter was excited to watch cowboys come and go from the ranch. Little did he know he’d be meeting a family friend that would be staying for the summer. The bunkhouse quickyly giving him shit for his little girl crush, little did he know just how close this family friend was.

warnings: cursing, Orginal characters! non-canon storyline! Not thoroughly proofread.

The sun had not yet begun to rise, casting a soft, dusky light over the rugged mountain peaks, but Carter was already awake and preparing for the day ahead. The scent of coffee mingled with the aroma of sizzling bacon wafted through the air as the bunkhouse came to life. The morning air was filled with a quiet anticipation, and conversations were just starting to bubble up among the occupants. Carter moved through the small, cluttered space, collecting his thoughts and his breakfast. He glanced at his bunkmates with a hint of amusement. Teeter was playfully flirting with Colby, herthick accent ringing out like a bright chime, while Colby, his cheeks flushed with joy, grinned from ear to ear, clearly enjoying the attention. In another corner, Lloyd and Ryan were engaged in their usual banter, teasing Jake mercilessly as they sipped their steaming cups of coffee. Carter couldn’t help but chuckle at their antics, feeling a warmth in his chest as camaraderie filled the room.

The atmosphere shifted slightly as Rip made his entrance, his presence commanding immediate attention. A hush fell over the bunkhouse as everyone turned to see what was planned for the day. He moved purposefully, and when he reached Carter, he offered a reassuring pat on the shoulder. It was a simple gesture, yet it spoke volumes about their relationship. Carter met Rip’s gaze with a grateful smile, in many ways, Rip had become more of a father to Carter than his biological dad ever was. With every shared moment and every word, Rip had given Carter a sense of belonging and support that he had longed for. As the day began to unfold, Carter felt a deep sense of gratitude for this second chance ata life.

“Alright, well be having people coming in today I need bout, four stalls cleaned and set up,” he spoke up his gaze shifting to Carter as he said the last part. “We have family coming in needles to say, some of y'all know 'em and some of ya will just be meeting them. They're guest of Mr. Dutton treat them with respect.” he finished off the team nodding.

Carter cast a wary glance around, trying to gauge who was approaching. Rip had just wrapped up giving orders, and one by one, the others began to disperse, their footsteps echoing against the ground. With a sense of purpose, Carter moved to the stable, quickly getting to work on saddling the horses. As he tightened the girth and adjusted the stirrups, the distant rumble of a truck engine broke the stillness, its sound growing louder as it drew nearer. Finally seeing the truck it wasn't just one but two, two GMCs pulling horse trailers, one black, the other white. He let out a low whistle at the nice trucks. His eyes wandered curiously his gaze being shaped away hearing Rip yell at him.

“Boy! I need them stalled cleaned, get on it!” Rip hollered getting off his horse.

Without a moment's hesitation, Carter made his way directly to the stalls. The air was thick with the earthy scent of hay and the faint sound of rustling hooves. He rolled up his sleeves, he began to clear away the old bedding, gathering clumps of straw and manure into a wheelbarrow. The warmth of the sunlight filtering through the open barn door cast a golden hue on the wooden beams as he meticulously cleaned each stall, ensuring that everything was fresh and tidy for the animals that would stay in them. He heard the unfamiliar voices of people talking, the sound of hoves entering the barn getting louder before he stepped out of the stall. He Came face to face with a teenage boy his age, an older guy and Rip, bringing in three horses.

“This is Carter, he's mine,” Rip spoke half introducing him.

“Hello.” Carter smiled at the two.

“Hey! I'm Micheal, you can call me Mikey.” the younger boy introduced himself shaking Carter's hand. Mikey was pretty tall bout six feet like himself, he was black, his hair short clean fade on the sides but a hat backward on his head covering the small pit of hair he had on top. He seemed to be pretty strong a tone build not too skinny but a bit smaller than Carter. He wore a black tee shirt with a logo that Said ‘Maverick ranches’ inside a star, and some washed-out wranglers and boots.

“I am Elijah Maverick, his father. Thank you for cleaning up for us we got two other horses to bring in.” he smiled shaking the boy's hand. Now that was a big Man. He easily made Carter nervous though he was nothing but kind and even smiled at him, He was taller than his son and Rip maybe bout six-three, a dad-built with huge shoulders and arms he was muscular, to say the least. The Tan button-up shirt his sleeves rolled up with a different logo that Said Maverick Ranch kind of reminded him of the top gun logo but kinda different, but it was black showing the tattoo sleeves on his arms.

“Its a pleasure to meet you guys, do you need help with the other horses.” Carter asked wanting to be helpful.

Elijah let out a small chuckle at his eggness “No its alright, My daughter and her friend are out on them helping your cowboys for fun.” he spoke shaking his head.

He had a daughter? He thought meeting Mikeys eyes he asked “She older?”

Mikey scoffed “ She’ll tell you she is but only by like— seven minutes.” he rolled his eyes.

“Shes your twin? Wow that's cool.” Carter grinned.

“You could say” Mikey smiled, “you ride man?”

Carter nodded “Nice maybe you could show us around a bit haven't been here since we were kids.” Mikey explained.

“Sure id love too, but I don't get off till later this evening.” Carter shrugged.

“Hey no worries! We got some work to do, my sister in ropeing this summer so we got errans to run.”

She Ropes! The phrase hinted that she might rodeo a bit. The conversation between the three faded, and they stepped outside, with Carter trailing closely behind. He strolled toward the fence, where he could see them skillfully herding the cattle. His attention was immediately captured by an impressive all-black gelding, which glided smoothly across the landscape. Sitting atop the horse was a dark toned girl whose long, mixed-color braids of different browns and blonds were woven into a single, thick braid thatmoved as she maneuvered with practiced ease. She commanded the horse effortlessly, guiding the cattle with precision. She wore of a snug pink t-shirt with a Maverick Ranch logothe shirt highlighted her curved frame, paired with light-washed boot-cut True Religion jeans that hugged her legs comfortably. A pair of boots on her feet, complementing the rugged ensemble. Cinched around her waist was a stylish belt, adorned with a gleaming buckle—perhaps a trophy from a recent victory.

As Carter's gaze shifted to her face, he couldn’t help but notice how striking she was. A wide, radiant smile lit up her features, radiating confidence as she worked the herd. Her youthful appearance was enhanced by several piercings; both nostrils and ears displayed shimmering gold jewelry that suggested a sense of maturity. On her head was a light tan felt hat, which she adjusted with a quick flick of her hand as she turned to listen for her name being called in the distance.

“Well shit miss. Mav you can cowboy better than Jake here!” Lloyd complimented the young girl.

Her laughter bubbled up, bright and infectious, and it brought a small, genuine smile to Carter's face.

“Crystal, mere!” he heard a deep voice say next to him.

She quickly made her way over the fence, “Hi daddy!”

“Hi baby, wanna intriduce you to Carter, take it you met some of Rips new boys.”

She hummed nodding her head “But this is Carter, he Beth and Rips kid.” he spoke.

Carter watch as she raided a brow “They took me in.” he spoke up clearing her confusion.

“Ohhh- that makes a bit more since, Nice to meet you Carter! I'm Crystal, how old are you?” she asked quickly.

“Im 16 turn 17 in july.” he said.

“Nice! Bit older than Tate.” she spoke.

Her head looked over her shoulder again “Sorry I started helping them wanna finish up before I come out! But again it's nice to meet you good to know there are kids our age here so I wo t be stuck with those old farts.” she giggled motioning towards Lloyd and Jake.

He nodded “No worries I get it I gotta get back to work myself, nice to meet you Ma'am.”

She flashed him a radiant smile one final time before returning to her work, a gesture so warm and genuine that it felt contagious. Carter couldn’t help but feel the corners of his mouth tug upwards into a grin. The brightness of her expression seemed to light up the room, and perhaps it was a tad too apparent, as he caught Lloyd’s gaze across the space. Lloyd was watching him with a knowing chuckle, the corners of his lips twitching in amusement at Carter's unintentional display of infatuation.

“Don't let that sweet smile fool you, kid; she's quite the handful,” Elijah chuckled, a glimmer of mischief dancing in his eyes as he warned the young boy. His heart swelled with love for his daughter, a whirlwind of energy who had a delightful knack for turning the ordinary into the extraordinary. With her vibrant personality, she commanded attention wherever she went—her laughter rang out like a cheerful melody, and her outgoing nature was unmistakable.

Though her smile was disarmingly charming, Elijah knew that beneath that veneer lay a fierce spirit capable of surprising even the hardiest of souls. Her words often spilled forth without hesitation, and it was her fearless confidence that sometimes left adults taken aback. She could rope and ride with an expertise that rivaled seasoned cowboys, effortlessly outshining those who had spent years honing their craft. Every time she mounted her horse, it was as if the wild spirit of the West surged through her veins, and Elijah couldn’t help but beam with pride at the audacity and joy with which she embraced life.

“Common miss. Mav shows em whatcha got.” Walker spoke.

Carter's mind drifted as he pondered the unusual nickname, "Miss Mav." The curious title echoed in his thoughts, leaving him with a sense of intrigue. He couldn't help but wonder about its origin and what it revealed about her character. Yet, he decided to put that question aside for now, focusing instead on the moment at hand.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow across the landscape, the day began to draw to a close. The Mavericks had ventured out for a while, promising to return later, leaving behind a lively atmosphere in the bunkhouse. Inside, the boys gathered, their laughter echoing off the wooden walls as they shared stories and teased one another. Teeter, seemed particularly taken with Crystal, affectionately referring to her as “my girl.” The friendly ribbing continued as they playfully jabbed at Jake, tasing that the young girl had outdone him in their cowboy activities that day.

Carter still curios he was still a bit out of the loop regarding the Mavericks. When he inquired about them, Lloyd took the opportunity to share tales of their impressive ranch located up in Oregon, not quite as expansive as Yellowstone, but substantial nonetheless. He painted a vivid picture of the Tillamook area, where the Mavericks cultivated a diverse array of animals—goats, chickens, and horses. This conversation reignited the question that had been lingering in Carte's mind,.

“Why do you guys call her ‘Miss. Mav’?” he asked.

Lloyed chuckled “Just respect really, a nickname that has been with her for years. She was a bossy thing when she was younger and hung around here. Shit I mean she still is. They call her that in the rodeo to just kinda stuck Mr. Dutton started it really.” he finished.

Carter nodded, his gaze drifting away from Lloyd, his thoughts lingering on their recent interaction. He recalled the moment when she was putting her horse away, a vivid picture in his mind. Her spirited chatter had flowed effortlessly, yet he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being scrutinized, as if he were in the hot seat. The way she tilted her head, a delicate movement that drew attention to the soft curves of her features, captivated him. Her eyes, bright and intent, locked onto his with a piercing focus, making him acutely aware of every word he uttered. An unsettling mix of nerves and intrigue bubbled within him, leaving him both breathless and contemplative.

He watched her as she bikers with her horse as one would with a person made him laugh, “Why do argue with him like he can understand you.” Carter asked laughing a bit and closing the stall as she stepped out.

“Hes like a giant dog who has no manners.” she scoffed glaring at her horse.

He chuckled a bit watching the horse wander around the unfamiliar stall before sticking his head out and going for her hat. Crystal quickly grabbing her hat from him, “Can you not! Can't you see in having a conversation!”

Her horse shook his head almost in a mocking manner “Take it he's a handful when y'all aren't actually showing?”

“Handful is an understatement Theo is a Boy dog with leg extensions.” she laughed a bit.

Their eyes met, “so whatcha doing tonight Carter?” she asked putting her hand behind her back.

Carter scracthed his neck nervously as she stepped a bit closer to him, “Well.. Uh nothin much, just plan on turning in for the night having dinner with my family tonight.”

She hummed “ Ouu sounds fun so ill see you at dinner then! Maybe after-”

“Cryst! Let's go!” Mikey yelled into the barn, his voice stopped quickly seeing them close.

“Hey! You leave that poor boy alone!” Mikey yelled.

Her head shaped over to her brother scoffing “Shut up Michael! Can't I have friends!” she finish shoot ping her hands up in a shrug expression.

“Carter run while you can!” he spoke, a small playful scream leaving him as he quickly ran back as he saw his sister start to move towards him.

She looked back quickly waving at Carter and smiling at him “Bye Carter I’ll see you at dinner!” she spoke quickly before turning back and running out of the barn.

Coming back out of though he laughed a bit to himself his eyes looking up meeting Ryans. He sat up quickly looking around “ What?” he asked.

“Oh nothing, just watching you smile to yourself over there like a lil weirdo.” Ryan spoke shrugging his shoulders.

“What no! Am I really?” he asked quickly.

“Ye’ yet are” Teeter grinned, “Thinkin’ bout’ lil miss Mav huh?” Teeter spoke to the boy.

Carter shook he head standing up “No its not like that, just not used to talking to kids my age and having some around is nice..”

Lloyd hummed mockingly “mmhmm, Thats why you waited a hole hour after just to unsaddle her horse.”

“I was being nice.”

The bunkhouse erupted into a chorus of laughter, the sound echoing off the wooden walls. A playful teasing filled the air as the boy, his cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and delight, exchanged glances with his obvious crush. It was to early to say he had any actual feelings toward her but he'd be lying if he said he didn't grin when thinking about her.

The bunkhouse fell to a hush as Beth entered the house, “Baby lets go we have guest tonight.” she spoke motioning to him.

Carter looked back at everyone “Not a word..” he mouthed, the cowboys only laughing lowly as he left.

Getting in Beths car she looked over at him. “I need you to take a shower when we get up to the house okay? Gotta be a bit presentable.” grabbing his head kissing the side of it, “You smell like horse shit.” she smiled before starting the car heading up to the house.

This was bound to be an interesting dinner.

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eyelessfaces · 2 years ago

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caregiver

miguel o'hara x reader

summary: when miguel sees how wrong your mission went, he only wishes for you to let him take care of you.

warnings: description of injuries, blood is mentioned once and there's not a lot of it

tags: gn!reader, slight angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, fucking oblivious idiots in love

word count: 1.8k

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I love him

You pressed the button of the strap around your wrist with difficulty, opening a portal to the spider society.

It took a good amount of your strength just to get back onto your feet after having collapsed into an empty alley after finally escaping the people chasing you, and you were thankful that your webs had helped you transport yourself earlier, because your legs couldn’t have done the job.

It was the first time you had fled a scene without stopping the bad guys, but if you hadn’t fled it, they would have stopped you, and worse could have happened.

When you arrived at the spider society, almost everyone stopped in their task or conversation to stare at you, watching you limp through the crowd. A few of them gathered around you and offered you help, but you gave them a small smile and a lame excuse and that seemed to be enough for you to be able to move on.

That was until Miguel turned his head at the hubbub you had caused and saw the state you were in.

He pushed every other spider person away, making his way to you hurriedly, his eyes gradually widening and lips parting in disbelief as he made his way to you.

"What on earth happened to you" he asked from a distance, his path now clear as everyone had made way for him to join you.

He stood right in front of you, and though he couldn't see your face, he could imagine it through your mask, and he knew you wouldn’t tell him what happened.

He looked at his side and realized everyone was staring. He sighed and turned so his back was turned to you, now facing the crowd that had circled the both of you. "Nothing to see here, we're fine, you can go back to your occupations" he ordered, and people awkwardly moved on from the situation, trying to act like nothing happened.

Miguel turned back to you once the movement had dissipated, and his face dropped in worry again. He had seen the way you were limping, and he was now seeing how you were holding onto your left shoulder, thoroughly trying to cover it with your hand. And hell, you hadn't even dropped your mask, but from the cut in it on your forehead, it was already bad enough.

"What happened" he asked again, more calmly and composedly this time.

"It's okay, I'm fine" you discarded the question, starting to walk until he put a hand over your other shoulder to stop you.

"If you don't wanna tell me what happened, let me at least help you now" he almost whispered, his gaze falling to meet your eyes to let you know that he was serious about this.

"No."

With that you left him behind and continued walking, difficultly, and Miguel sighed one last time.

A startled yelp left you when he shot a web at you and pulled you to him, making you land over his shoulder. It was so easy for him, his superstrength allowing him to handle you like you were just a rag doll to him.

You hit his muscled back with the bit of strength left in you, your desperate ministrations barely affecting him. "Let go of m–"

"Look at the things I have to do for you to let me take care of you" he cut you off in a monotone and low voice, trying to ignore all the pairs of eyes glued to the both of you again as he carried you over his shoulder.

You gave up on trying to fight him, you knew you couldn't even if you really wanted to, you didn't have enough energy and he wouldn't want to let go of you anyway.

—

He brought you to a secluded quarter with medical supplies, and you were finally alone and not putting on a show anymore. He pulled a chair thanks to a web, and made you sit down on it before getting another chair in front of you and gathering the stuff he would need to clean up your wounds.

"Sorry if I hurt you when I shot the web and pulled you to me, but if you weren't so stubborn–"

"That's okay, I appreciate your concern" you cut him off huffing a laugh until another jolt of pain from your shoulder coursed through your body, making you suck in air through your teeth.

He looked over at you and hurried to get everything ready to take care of your wounds, putting the stuff on the table next to the chairs once ready.

"Let me see your shoulder" he asked throwing his chin at it, noticing that your hand hadn't left the spot since you came back to the spider society.

You released your tight grip from the wound slowly and carefully, your covered hand stained with a bit of blood. The wound wasn't so bad, it wasn't too deep, but it was long scratches that hurt every time you moved your arm even just a bit.

The worst part of it for you was that you were going to have to change your suit now that it was ripped to shreds in that area.

"Okay" Miguel muttered, inspecting the injury. "I think you're gonna heal pretty fast, but the first days are gonna be tough. The placement isn't the easiest to live with" he said while sitting down in front of you.

"You wanna talk about good placement? I probably have a cut right over my face" you declared, sliding your fingers under the hem of your mask. "I haven't seen it yet but I felt it for sure." you grunted, taking the piece off with a sigh of relief, happy to finally feel some fresh air.

He stared at the slash going from the side of your eyebrow to your forehead, his gaze quickly diverting to his lap where he was getting his stuff ready when your eyes met.

"There's no good spot to get hurt. I just meant that there are spots where it won't disturb you while it's healing" he declared as he prepared the gauze pad and soaked it with disinfectant. "Your forehead, it won't get in your way. It's inconvenient because it's visible and in the middle of your face but it won't disturb you. Your shoulder, it gets annoying when you shower, when you sleep, when you want to reach and grab something"

"Right"

He pinched his lips in a skeptic smile. "You ready? It's gonna sting a bit" he declared looking at you seriously, and you responded with a small nod.

He took care of your shoulder first, helping you rip off your suit a bit more so he could have full access to the wound. Your heart ached at the sight of your beloved suit getting torn apart, but Miguel telling you that he would get you a new one, even better than this one, made you feel a bit better.

If you thought your shoulder was hurting before, it was nothing compared to that feeling when the disinfectant met your flesh. The sudden burning feeling made you let out a scream of pain, accompanied by a few swear words including a 'motherfucker' you hoped Miguel wouldn't take personally.

He was trying to be gentle, he really was, the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt you, but no matter how soft he could be you both knew it would hurt anyways. You appreciated the way he tried to soothe you with kind words, telling you how good you were doing, telling you he was almost done cleaning it up and it was almost over.

You hoped he didn’t mind the way your nails were digging onto his bicep as you hissed in pain, and you knew he didn’t when his kind eyes met yours once he was done.

"Let me bandage you then it's over, okay?" he softly asked before shooting you a small smile. "It won't be as painful for your forehead."

—

You took the time to drink some well deserved and needed water before Miguel took care of your forehead.

The proximity was another new feeling from this whole experience, and it almost made you forget about the slight pain located at the side of your face.

Miguel had your chin trapped between his thumb and forefinger to hold your face, causing your lips to slightly part. It was endearing to see him being so focused on trying not to hurt you, being so careful for each of his even smallest movements.

You hadn't even noticed he was done until he waved a hand in front of your face, making you apologize for being so disconnected from reality. You wished that moment could have lasted longer.

"Thank you" you absent-mindedly mumbled. "Sorry I was being a pain in the ass, I'm actually thankful you could take care of me" you softly smiled, and he mirrored your action.

"See, you should listen to me more often" he replied smugly, his soft smile changing to a toothy grin exposing his sharp fangs.

You huffed out a laugh and playfully hit his arm before shaking your head and standing up with a grunt.

"Hey" he called, a serious tone in his voice as he stood up in front of you. "I know you don't wanna tell me what happened but just know that I'll have Lyla get your previous location, I'll track them from here and I'll take care of them"

You paused for a second.

"You don't have to do this for me"

"I know" he declared, pinching his lips. "I want to."

"I'd need to properly thank you for that." you declared, raising your eyebrows until a sting reminded you of your cut there.

"You don't have to do that"

"I want to." you repeated his previous words with a smirk. You paused, then an idea came to your mind. "What about… What about you go to another universe with me so we can grab dinner?" you proposed, walking around your chair – still slightly limping – so you could slide it back under the table.

"So, a date"

"N– Yes." you bit down on your bottom lip as you looked back at him, trying to figure out what was going on in his head at that moment and studying his face, trying to guess if he would accept your offer. "If you want it to be"

"I think I'm fine with that." he smiled, crossing his arms.

"Good" you smiled back at him, your heart ready to burst out of your ribcage at any moment. "Shall we?" you asked, pressing the button to open a portal where the door of the room originally was.

"After you" he offered with a teasing smile, waving his hand at the halo. You grinned and started walking, until Miguel huffed out a laugh behind you.

"God you need to do something about that limping. I guess I'll just have to keep carrying you around"

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lokileaf · 23 days ago

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It will come back

Loki x Reader

Hello! This my first post on here and my first attempt at an x reader! Based on It Will Come Back by Hozier.

You know better, babe

Than to look at it like that

You watched as the Chitauri descended upon the city, your heart racing as civilians began to panic around you. You swiftly resumed your commute to Stark Tower, breaking into a flat out sprint and dodging the debris a massive Leviathan sent careening through the air upon impact with a nearby office building. Shielding your face with your arm, you punch your access code into the keypad at the front entrance. The doors open and you run through to the elevator, smacking the button for the top floor and silently urging it to move faster

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” you muttered to yourself as you watched the elevator’s electronic display count the floors painfully slowly. It finally reached the top and you exited its opening doors with a sigh of relief, quickly scanning the common area for any signs of its usual occupants.

“Hello?!” you shouted, moving quickly from room to room until you reached the doors to the rooftop without a response. You cautiously made your way onto the roof, putting your phone to your ear in hopes of reaching Tony. The call went straight to voicemail as you watched the chaos unfolding before you, buildings collapsing with the impact of Chitauri attacks. You allowed yourself a moment to falter, dropping to your knees in an attempt to keep yourself upright.

You looked up, having heard shouting from overhead. A leather-clad figure landed a Chitauri chariot on the rooftop, dismounting before making his way over to what you could now see was a portal. You watched him silently, feeling your chest ache at the realization that it was him causing the destruction throughout the city.

“Loki…” you said quietly, trying to muster the courage to do something, to confront him. To your surprise, he halted, slowly turning to face you.

He was expecting you to yell. To scream. To berate him, tell him that you hate him, that you never wanted to see him again. He waited in apprehensive silence, already having accepted that he had ruined whatever it was that existed between the two of you. He watched as your eyes brimmed with tears, as your brows furrowed in an expression that pained him to see upon your delicate features.

A sort of understanding passed between the two of you. He had made his decision. You would not voice your disappointment.

He silently ascended to take up his chariot once again, pausing for a beat to take in the sight of you before leaving you there on the rooftop. As he continued his assault on the city, the image of your despondent face would not leave his mind. He had to return to you, explain the events that had lead to that exact moment, make you understand.

Don’t give it a hand, offer it a soul

Honey, make this easy

His chains clinked softly as he was lead down a grand hallway by armed guards. It was overkill, really. Theatrical, almost. He would not fight this. Your interaction on the rooftop had been punishment enough.

Movement in his peripheral caught his attention and he turned, his gaze landing on your swiftly approaching form. His heart lurched in his chest as he watched you whisper something to the foremost guard, thoroughly unprepared for this confrontation. The guards paused the pathetic procession, clearly annoyed by the interruption.

His pulse jumped as you placed a soft hand on his cheek, gently turning his head to face you. Your gaze bored into his as you offered him a watery smile, tears threatening to fall.

“I’ve missed you,” you said softly, allowing yourself a moment to really look at him.

“Ah, look at you. Sentimental. How lovely,” he replied, attempting to cover his emotions with a detached smirk.

He wished you would have reacted differently. He knew how to handle the rage, the insults, the coldness. Your incessant need to show him patience was an unfamiliar thing, throwing him off balance. This cavalier facade would not buy him much time; you had already burrowed too deeply into his being.

“Let me help you,” you said, barely above a whisper.

He could feel his resolve begin to crumble.

He wanted to lash out, to force you into hating him. It would be easier, more familiar. He knew how to navigate hatred. Yet when he reached for insults, they wouldn’t come. When he aimed for distaste, he landed closer to tenderness.

“What use is a mortal to a god? I can fight my own battles.”

It was the best he could muster without allowing himself to give into you completely. It would have to be enough for now.

I know who I am when I’m alone

I’m something else when I see you

Broken furniture littered the floor of his cell, fragmented wood creating a hazardous labyrinth throughout the confined space. His head fell back to rest upon the wall he was sprawled against, eyes closed so as to avoid the sterile lighting from above. He had previously thought himself above throwing tantrums. The current state of his cell deemed otherwise.

The isolation of his imprisonment granted him ample time to wallow in his rage, his guilt, his fear. He had destroyed everything in his vicinity in an attempt to dispel these emotions and had found no relief. Eventually, he had exhausted himself, resigning to lay back against the wall in silence.

He heard footsteps making their way through the dungeons and toward his cell. It could only be you. Despite his embarrassment at the state of his cell, he could not bring himself to conjure an illusion to hide it. He would allow himself the small indulgence of letting you see his mess.

“Loki,” you said, coming to a halt in front of his cell.

Your chest seized slightly at his disheveled state, his usually kempt hair knotted and wild, his typically pristine clothing rumpled and stained with blood. You sat down on the floor in front of the transparent cell wall, placing a hand on the barrier. He spared you a glance, forcing his tired body to sit up and face toward you.

“Hello, darling.”

“I love what you’ve done with the place,” you said in a half-assed attempt to lighten the mood.

Despite himself, he couldn’t help the tired smile that broke out on his lips.

“It was a bit drab… I thought you would appreciate a post-modern look,” he said, allowing himself to sink into the easy comfort of your presence.

You laughed softly at his reply and inched your way forward, itching to be as close to him as possible despite the barrier separating you.

“I’m happy to see you,” you confessed quietly, resting your forehead against the clear wall.

He felt something in his chest loosen, alleviating some of the stress from his tense body. Relenting, he allowed his forehead to rest against the barrier as well, looking up to meet your gaze.

“As am I.”

You don’t understand, you should never know

How easy you are to need

His skin was cool against yours, offering welcome relief from the heat of your apartment. Your arms tightened around his neck, pulling him closer so as to kiss him yet again. His lips met yours in an instant, desperate to keep you close. He pressed you back into your mattress, one hand coming to rest gently on your throat. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pressing him into you firmly.

One of your hands wandered up to tangle in his hair as his kisses began to roam down your neck and chest, coaxing soft sighs out of you.

"Loki..." you mumble in a feeble attempt at getting his attention.

"Yes, darling?" he replied from the crook of your neck.

"Stay here. With me."

"Stay?" he asked, propping himself up above you on his forearm. You nodded as he silently watched your face, his expression contemplative. He really shouldn't. He was a prince of Asgard; it would be below his station.

But what had Asgard done for him? Stolen him away, lied to him, ostracized him, imprisoned him. Surely he no longer owed them his loyalty. But if he were to be seen roaming Midgard with a mortal...

He couldn't.

"You know I can't, my love..." he trailed off, feeling his heart sink as your face fell. He leaned down to pepper kisses across your face, desperate to see you smile again. Despite his internal conflict with himself, he hated to disappoint you.

He caught your lips in a kiss.

I've known the warmth of your doorways

Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you

He silently slid his trapped arm out from under your sleeping form, careful not to disturb you. He dressed quickly, pulling on his clothes that had been abandoned throughout your bedroom. As he buttoned his shirt, he took moment to just look at you. Your chest rose and fell with the steady rythm of your breathing, your lips slightly pouted.

He had to force himself over to your bedroom window, trying to convince himself that he was capable of leaving. He sat there on the open windowsill, the freezing night air forcing its way into your room. You shivered in your sleep, unconsciously pulling your blankets tighter around you to preserve your warmth.

He smiled to himself, finally admitting defeat as he pulled the window closed behind him. He quickly undressed once again, resuming his place behind you under the thick comforter and soft sheets. He wrapped an arm around your torso, pulling you close and placing a soft kiss on the back of your neck.

He knew he was truly and royally fucked.

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creampie-capital · 11 days ago

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║ꜱᴀɴᴇᴍɪ ꜱʜɪɴᴀᴢᴜɢᴀᴡᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ║

↳「ʙᴀʙʏ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ」║ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʙᴀʙʏᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ ➠ 18+

ɴᴀᴍᴇ║Sanemi Shinazugawa

ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ/ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ║Kimetsu no Yaiba (Demon Slayer)

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ║5,874

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

"ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ��ʏ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

He stood stagnant, tugging on your enclasped fingers as your gaze traveled across the occupants of the village.

Golden haze of lanterns and candles flickered across your skin, illuminating you like an angel standing beside him.

He yearned for that angel to bless him with their gaze, yet you barely glanced his way all night - for days.

Why was that?

Even before he departed for his most recent mission three weeks ago, those eyes of divinity were as if locked away.

Directing his gaze to where yours was on, he followed it. You weren't settled on anything out of the ordinary, merely the common folks of your populated village.

"The f*ck you staring at it?" He quired curiously, even if his articulation would suggest otherwise.

Those mauve eyes of his focused on your straight-lined lips as he expected an answer. Longer than he would have liked, did he await a response before you trained down to your hair and fixed the slipping robe.

"Nothing." Like soft-spoken saints, the whimsical tone of your voice infiltrated his ears. Usually, the mere sound would calm him like he was a raging wave; however, this time, all it did was fester something heavy within his chest.

You tugged on his hand, egging him to follow as you two traversed through the crowd. The spring festival coaxed many, if not all, to dwell in the sweet delight of celebrations.

His grip tightened, and he quickened his steps to be in line with yours.

Eyes scoured his figure with interest, fear, and desire. Usually, he would snap and spew threatening words, but at the moment, he was far too in his head.

He wanted to reach forward and seize your face in his coarse hands. He wanted to question you until he couldn't even create comprehensive questions anymore.

If he did, all that would come out of it was a ruined night out that you'd been excited about experiencing for months.

That was until your movement stopped, and you stood still like a carved statue—even became cold like one.

"(Y/n)..." His coarse voice articulated your name in confusion before he trained his attention where your eyes were focused.

It was on a man, a young man around their age, holding onto a child's hand while speaking to a woman next to him.

Sanemi twisted his body to face you and question more of his festering thoughts, but the scenery of your expression nearly broke him.

Your eyes, which always shined like marbles being struck by the sun, now shimmered like the moon reflecting over a pool. They were glossed over and teetering on, spilling over your bottom lids.

The smile that usually graced your lips with dazzling brilliance had scoured down like angels plunging from grace.

You looked absolutely devasted.

"Let's go." Your voice wavered, the vowels shaking as you pivoted around with your geta clogs.

The demon slayer's browbones knitted together as his teeth gritted against each other. No words could describe the way he just wanted to grab you by your hips and make you speak to him.

Tell him everything.

Just this once, he refrained, because the sight of despondency did nothing but fill his belly in cold hard dread.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Returning to your estate, the two of you bathed and changed into clean clothes. You were already hidden beneath the covers of your futon.

His lips still desired to question you thoroughly, but he held back - even though it ate him from the inside out.

He laid beside you, his rough hands pulling you close to his chest as he hid the other beneath your pillow. You sighed pleasantly and snuggled closer to his body.

Even though it was a slight reaction, he felt overwhelmed with joy to receive the acknowledgment as such.

The demon slayer's thoughts and concerns could wait for tomorrow. For now, he'd like to succumb to your warm bodies pressing against each, enveloped in the faint fragrance of wisteria flowers.

...

Sanemi couldn't pinpoint the moment he fell asleep, but when he did, he succumbed to its embrace hard.

When he awoke, he expected the sun to shine in through the windows, but only received the moon reflecting her glow across his half-lidded eyes.

He respired a heavy breath and closed his eyes to sleep, though when he closed his arms to hug you tight, he found himself only hugging himself.

The porcelain white-haired male sprang upwards from his sleeping position and assessed the area.

You were missing.

Never before had he flung to his feet so swiftly as if he were transported. He reached for his Nichirin Sword with such vigor that he nearly splintered the sheath.

And then he heard you sigh.

His stomach coiled, and his taut shoulders lowered slightly as he gingerly stalked over to the open door to your room.

Parting it farther, he witnessed your frame sitting at the edge of the engawa. You were kicking your feet, which barely touched the stone/grassy terrain, as you awed at the full moon.

He breathed out a sigh of relief.

"The f*ck are you doing?" He questioned while stepping closer. "Do you even realize the stress you gave me when I woke to you no longer resting with me?"

You chuckled while tightening the thin yukata shielding your frame from the night's chilly air. "I'm sorry, my love. I simply couldn't sleep, and the moon was calling to me."

Sanemi bit his tongue; if it were anyone else, he would release such snappy brash words. But with you, he would hurt himself first before letting anyone harm you come—words or not.

Listening to the whimsical howl of the wind and sharing the sight of the full moon, not one of you articulated on that sweet cold night.

Well, until the man couldn't hold back the bubbling worries filling him with trepidation.

"What's going on? You've been...distant recently." He struggled to find the words to convey his true suspicions.

It appeared as if you hadn't heard him with the way your gaze remained afront and unwavering. But then you sighed and leaned onto your hands after a moment.

"It's nothing." His left eye twitched. "Don't worry about it, love."

The demon slayer scoffed and crossed his arms over his visibly scarred chest through the half-open yukata.

"Nothing? Are you f*cking sh*tting me?" His bare feet stepped closer as the dread trembled into a rage. "Do you think I'm so impudent not to notice your change in attitude or care!?"

You bit the inside of your cheek.

"Really, it's nothing to worry about; go back to bed. I'll meet you there." Speaking in that soothing voice, he usually succumbed to your wishes. But sometimes, even those most loyal devotees question the one they worship.

His eyes evolved into that characteristic crazed expression he displayed while the grip on his sword tightened with the veins protruding against the skin.

He would never hurt you - but you were testing his patience more and more.

"I'm not as dumb as you think! You have been skirting around my questions, barely lookin' at me and acting distant! You're not getting out of this one easily!"

You rolled your eyes with a smile, gazing at him so warmly that it stirred his stomach to burn like fire. "It's not what you-"

"You've been f*ckin' around with another man, haven't you!? You ran and left the festival as soon as you came across that one man!"

Blinking sporadically, you appeared stunned by his outburst. Your brows were raised, and your lips parted before training your attention on the vibrant moon.

"Don't you trust me?"

Sanemi found himself silenced by that simple short sentence. He clasped his mouth shut and bit the inside of his cheek.

Of course, he did; he put all of his faith inside of you. Instead of returning to his own estate once completing a mission, he'd traverse through the mountains to come to you before all else.

You were the light in the darkness that guided him through a life of meaningless continuation. His will to pursue past every injury - every cold night and wicked rain, residing in your arms.

"Come here, my love. Won't you sit with me?"

The demon slayer scoffed yet found himself plopping his heavily scarred body down to sit next to your frame. He released his Nichirin Sword to settle by his thigh and crossed his burly arms beneath that toned chest he was so proud of.

Leaning over, you settled one hand on his right cheek, where a scar marked his face visibly. "My handsome demon slayer..." Your voice drove shivers to run up his spine and materialize goosebumps all over his limbs.

You hummed softly, and as the wind kissed your skin beneath the thin sleeping kimono, your lips connected to caress each other in an intimate manner.

Sanemi found himself responding eagerly. So much so that his hands reached outwards to hold around the small part of your back, hugging you closely.

Your nails dragged against his scalp and massaged the tender crown while kissing him earnestly. "Don't think-" He pressed his chest against yours as he devoured the taste of fresh fruit on your tongue. "-This will-" The fragrance of flowers and peaches infiltrated his noise from the clean scent of your body. "-Distract me."

Pulling away while licking your lips, your hands trailed down his body before resting on his scarred chest. The sensation of your tender skin dragging across the rigged markings compelled his tummy to tingle.

"Did it work?" You quired, chest rising and falling rapidly due to the breathtaking embrace of your mouths on one another.

"Not even the slightest." He answered while flicking your forehead.

Scrunching your nose and pulling away, the contact remaining was your enclasped hands held on firmly.

"Because you've been so persistent, I suppose I can indulge you in my racing thoughts. However..." You peered up at him with those eyes he adored more than anything. "Promise me you won't fall out of love...Swear that you won't think differently of me."

"You're asking a lot of me; you know that?"

"I know."

Bemoaning and rolling his mauve-hued optics, the young man gave your enclasped hands a short squeeze.

You smiled before gazing upon the moon, the trees planted against your estate walls dancing to the winds psalm.

"When I was younger, I met a man who I fell in love with-" Sanemi's grip tightened, and you could feel the vexation already radiating off his figure. You chuckled and raised his hand to kiss the back of it in a reassuring manner. "-Just listen, please."

His lips were planted firmly together as he pushed down his bitterness like dunking water lilies that desired to float upwards.

"It was a while ago, long before I met you. It felt like a fairytale with the way we became close. We never married; we weren't planning on it until I-" You cleared your throat and became silent as you peered down at your toes to wiggle them.

As if a lump were stuck in your throat, you struggled to speak or convey any more of your story. Thankfully, Sanemi remained silent and allowed you to regain your thoughts.

"U-Um, I became pregnant after a few years of living together...Everything felt like a fairytale...that morphed into a nightmare shortly after. I was close-"

Even looking at the side of your face, he could discern the shimmery trail of liquid streaming down your warm cheeks in the moon's glow.

He should have leaned down, pulled you to him, and comforted you. Yet he remained stunned at the pained sight of your teary profile.

"I was so far along, only a few months from my due date, but something was wrong. So very wrong." Your hands came together by your chest, where you held them close to your heart. "I visited a physician, hoping nothing was wrong, and I was merely overexaggerating the pain...But he broke the illusion of my happily ever after."

Teardrops tumbled upon his hand and traveled down his wrist.

"I was so far along; there was nothing I could do but carry him to full term. I was devastated; my heart shattered. I gave birth to a child without a soul, who hadn't even taken his first breath. Crying, and sobbing, every night I wept myself to sleep in the cold sheets of my home...alone."

Sanemi could feel his stomach coiling in a similar pain but not quite the same as your suffering. The pain of losing his mother to the demonic curse, and the pain of losing his younger brother to injuries acquired in battle.

It may not have been the same, but that didn't mean he would denounce or diminish the despair you've gone through. Truthfully, if he could, he'd take away all your pain and keep it to himself if it meant shielding you from the misery.

"After my miscarriage, he spent most of his time out at night. Returning early mornings, he slept until work and was once again gone. I was alone...all alone to soothe and comfort myself. One night, I caught him myself out in the village; he was with another woman. He wasn't as faithful as he promised; he wasn't loyal as he perceived."

The air grew chillier, freezing the blood in his veins, yet his stomach warmed with fury. It grew as if someone were fanning it to life, yet it shrank once you tugged on his hand.

He glanced downwards and witnessed that dazzling smile again, surrounded by drying tears of anguish.

"I confronted him and showed him the evidence. He attempted to sway my anger, and even guilt trip me to allow this woman to live in our home because...because she was pregnant with his child."

"I hope you didn't allow this sh*t bag to get what he wanted." Sanemi finally found his voice which prompted you to chuckle and sniffle.

You kissed the back of his fingers, which dried with your tears, leaving behind a slight print. With his free hand, he rose to hold the right side of your face tenderly and intimately.

Leaning into it, you shielded your eyes as if resting but continued on with your anecdote.

"I had suffered too long, for months, and that request was the last nerve that needed to be struck before I came to my senses. I left him and moved into the larger village where my grandmother offered to house me. I had no idea that she housed demon slayers until...well, until you were the first to show up."

Gingerly, you parted your glossy eyes and smiled at him so sweetly. Only you could make him feel like a body lacking bones at your touch with the way you made him feel so soft.

"So now you know." You sniffled and removed yourself from his warm embrace to swipe at the tears. "I know I should have told you sooner, but this was something I wanted to keep to myself. It's my struggle. I just didn't want you to think differently of me."

"I could never. (Y/n), you're my angel." His voice had never been so low and benevolent. The abrasive, hot-blooded, rash, and a stubborn young man would only ever speak to you like this.

The person he loves with every fiber within his body, whom he would only ever hold his tongue for.

"I can...understand why you fled when you saw that f*cker, but why had you been acting so distant?" He found himself questioning his thoughts now that the path for conversation was opened.

Reaching for one of his scarred hands, you brought them close to your face where you kissed each individual slender jointed extremity before holding his palm to your face.

"It's nothing, really."

"(Y/n)."

You clicked your tongue before settling his hands on your clothed tummy. "The baby fever has been so high recently; I find myself lost in thought and yearning to be the mother I could have been..."

Sanemi longed to give you the world, to provide you with everything you've ever wanted. Although young, and constantly thrusting himself into danger, he never thought far enough of what to do once the demons were rid of the land.

He always believed Genya would be the one to marry, settle down and have his own family. But that idea was crushed with the passing of his younger brother.

In no way did the demon slayer think he would possibly be the one to lead that life. Only now did he begin to consider it might be feasible.

"Let's do it."

You flung your gaze up at his unwavering voice. "H-Huh."

He formed a coy grin as he reached for your waist, tugging you closer with the proximity of your body, erupting heat in your bellies. "Let's make your belly swollen with our child this time."

Heat emanated from your face; he could feel it against his as he observed you with those pale purple-mauve eyes of his.

"Oh, Sanemi..." The way you expressed his name drove his browbones to furrow and lips to scowl harshly. "I-I'd love to...but I can't."

He released your figure to spring to his feet; his Nichirin Sword enclasped by his fingers in such a firm hold. "Why not! Why not with me!?"

"Sanemi-"

"No!" He interjected. "Is it because I'm not him!? Is it because you only want his child-"

Your hands sprung forward and grasped his face to still his wrathful figure. He was quivering with rage, the veins on his skin twitching and his eyes resuming their usually crazed expression.

Focusing his attention on your face, you bore your fingertips into his skin with a rather annoyed look.

"You're too impulsive!" You reprimanded before squeezing his cheeks. "It's not what you think, dummy! Of course, I want to have your baby!"

"Then why not!" He whined like a child begging for more sweets.

"Because-" Your bottom quivered as the pool of shimmering liquid returned to gloss over your (e/c) eyes. "-Because I'm broken, Sanemi! My womb is too weak, too fragile. The doctor informed me that I might never be able to carry another baby to term again."

The guilt weighed down like lead within his stomach. Once again, his rash and impulsive behavior resulted in a confrontation he'd rather live without.

He was the one who brought you to tears, and he was the one spurring your voice to crack in agony.

"I've yearned for so long to have your child, to be swollen with your next of kin, but I am so scared. I cannot handle another loss, my love. And if you were to leave me because of it, I'll be so devastated-"

This time it was the porcelain-haired male to grasp your face and pull you against his warm frame, where he captured your lips and gave you an eagerly ravenous kiss.

You were hesitant at first, but once he started to reach down and drag his hands across your bottom, you relaxed.

He reached downwards to grasp your thighs and raise you upwards so your legs would wrap around his waist.

His grip on the limbs tightened as he angled his head so the kiss could deepen. You still smelled of him, that earthy cold scent that surrounded you like a bubble.

He could taste the ripe fruit you had been consuming at the festival as he sucked on your tongue.

Breathless groans and teasingly quiet moans reverberated from your chest, and it only drove him to desire more of you.

Leading the two of you back to your bedroom, where he was cautious of how he placed your back against the shared futon.

The demon slayer pulled away only to press his forehead against yours and attempt to calm his raging heart, beating to the speed of a train.

"I'll never leave you." His rough, coarse hands from years of fighting dragged along your clothed tummy before reaching for your face to squash your cheeks. "No matter what, nothing will ever drive me away from you. You'll never lose me."

He kissed your nose before smothering you in another kiss with his hands reaching for the bow of your yukata and eagerly untying it.

"I'll do everything; I'll give you everything. I'm gonna take care of you so well; it'll be like you're a damn princess." Your body was revealed to him through the open nightwear, and he dived down.

You inhaled sharply, a divot forming in your spine as you writhed from your oversensitivity. His tongue tenderly licked along your neck before clamping down and creating dark-colored contusions.

Your lover's tongue dragged along your chest, tasting the sweet yet salty taste of your sweat across every inch of your skin before reaching your breast.

"I'll give you the best of the best." His gaze met your glossy, shiny-hued eyes. "Better than that f*cker ever did for you."

Toying with the knot for his yukata, your thighs rubbed against each other for friction. "You can't know the future of what'll happen. It's up to faith." You breathed, which only resulted in a scoff from the man above you.

"F*ck faith." He snapped as his body became bare for you to see. "I'm giving you that baby you've longed for, and we'll be a happy f*cking family. Our kid is gonna survive everything the damn world throws at 'em."

"Promise?"

He leaned down to kiss you so desperately.

"Do I ever break them?"

Smiling into the kiss, his hands caressed every inch of flesh he memorized like a map of the land. He grazed over areas he knew you were particularly sensitive to and squeezed on others that fit so well in the palm of his coarse hands.

Your breath would hitch or exhale shakily as the anticipation grew to like the stars filling the night sky as the sun lowered.

His fingers grazed down to the space between your legs, caressing folds slickened in arousal from his intimate touches.

He was the follower, yet you sang to him like he was your god who assembled those tingling sensations within your tummy, around your womb.

Sanemi wasn't even the one being pleasured, yet his length throbbed and pulsated as if close to his own release.

Your pleasure was his.

Your nailed raiked through his spiky, short, porcelain-white hair, tugging, yanking, and tangling as your hips rolled to meet every movement of his fingers.

There was nothing more he wanted to do than to make your moans and mewls a never-ending track.

The demon slayer couldn't get enough of your reaction as he drove you closer to your end, gripping onto him like he was your greatest desire you were too afraid to let go of.

His name that fell out of your mouth drove him into an almost primal state, making him mad with lust and passion. More and more, he wanted more; he wanted to give you more.

He could practically reach his own high when he brought you to your climax. The sight before him was a painting that was priceless.

Yet not even the greatest artist could put together the image of your sweat-coated body writhing beneath him. They could never draw the same image of your eyes squeezed shut, tears falling from them with your lips parted.

Nor could they reciprocate the way your thighs pressed along his wrist and your ankles crossed each other.

And even though you lay there, respiring deeply with an arm over your eyes to calm your raging heart and throbbing bundle of nerves, he continued on.

This time with his mouth.

He grasped your hips so eagerly and lifted them upwards so his mouth could clasp around your most feminine area.

You had never cried out so loudly, so desperately.

Your thighs clutched around his head so firmly you thought you could crush 'em like a mere watermelon.

With your hands in his hair, you attempted to push him away from the overwhelming stimulation. The pleasure was still so raw from the first time that you couldn't handle the immediate onslaught of the second course of delight.

Sanemi only gripped tighter, humming with enjoyment as he savored the taste of your climax.

His fingers aided his mouth in his desire to express his longing for you. The other hand gripped onto a thigh as if attempting to mold the two of you together.

Bruises formed underneath his fingertips, decorating your skin with markings of his unhinged eros. His hair was being pulled and tugged as his name rasped from your throat.

On and on, he continued until, eventually, your throat became so dry and parched. You wheezed and huffed, barely focusing on anything other than your overheating body.

How many climaxes did he bring out of you? You don't remember.

Sanemi desired to give you a baby, but you don't know how you can handle any more of him.

Of him inside and conjoined in the most intimate manner.

"What position do you think is the best to make a baby?" He rasped close to your ear while caressing your waist.

At first, his words didn't register in your head as you focused on regaining your breath. But when he grasped the back of your knees and forced them to touch the futon, you drooled in anticipation.

"Like this?" He asked, teasingly grinding his hardened length along your abused slits that were so sloppy wet.

You pleaded for him, pleaded so desperately you emanated so much heat. Your mind was already hazy from everything he had done before, but you were nowhere near finished until the both of you knew you would be swollen with his baby soon.

He guided himself inside, the tip stretching you already before being deathly filled with the thicker, longer parts of his length.

Once again, your breath was stolen from the depths of your lungs. You were left with your lips parted and (e/c) eyes rolling back into your head, dazed.

"My angel, you look so corrupted~." He breathed while he ground inwards, refusing to pull out but merely grazing his vein-covered length across your sensorial nerves, both deep and shallow.

He knew it the moment you were overwhelmed by the size and girth stretching you so well. The man was sure your ex-partner never had you this stupefied by just spearing you on their length.

At the moment, the intimacy shared by both of you was different than usual. When he'd been gone for so long, the desperation, the hunger, and longing drove him to a feral state where he f*cked to get all his frustration out.

And then there were the times he agreed to take it slow, to take his time and allow for the scent of each other's body to envelop the two of you. He rests within you, and your lips would be nowhere else but his as your hands groped and explored.

But this...this was a mix of both. A breeding mix, per see, where the intense lust and primal desire blend with the intimate caressing.

Once he began moving, you were the angel calling out to the deity over and over again. Curses and groans, moans and mewls, they were shared in desperation.

He drove you to be barely able to speak, quivering from his powerful strokes that sent jolts of delight all through your body.

Sanemi mixed praises with degrading, honoring you for feeling so good while also mocking you for how much of a mess he could easily make of you.

A blessing and curse, you couldn't even think straight. You were stuck in a haze of eros that had the tips of your fingers and toes tingling.

It wasn't long until you spasmed, body flushing in ecstasy as your little bundle of nerves - so engorged - pulsated as you met your release.

Even then, he praised you for how pretty you looked and how you could barely keep your eyes open. But he also mocked you for how easily you came undone, how he didn't have to do much, and you clenched and squirmed.

He was covered in the remnants of your pleasure; his pubic area drenched in liquids of arousal and release that also trickled down your bottom.

Finally, you could feel him tensing and the speed of his toned hips increasing. The demon slayer pushed your legs farther apart, pressing them harder into the futon as his climax surged through the base.

The first release was like nothing else; it was an indescribable sensation that you could barely explain. It was thick, hearty spurts gushing into you, pressing through your cervix to fill your womb so delightfully.

Bellowing to whatever higher being was up there, the warmth brought about by it drove you to another org*sm.

How many was that? Three...Four...?

You held the demon slayer's face in the palms of your hands as you kissed again in a frenzied manner. Your sweaty chest rubbed against one another, with your hardened buds grinding against his pecks with every bounce of his thrust.

I love you—and I love you so much—was repeated from your mouth like a broken record. Just saying it didn't feel like enough. No matter how many times you sounded it, you wanted to express it more.

The hardness never diminished as he continued to roll and rock himself, building up another org*sm that would rattle through his bones like before.

With every thrust, his creamy thick emission leaked and dribbled down your legs, staining the futon beneath.

The man above you had your insides fluttering. Butterflies must have been dancing inside your tummy as his pelvis met yours.

Pleads and cries for more seemed to be the only thing you could say. Even though he was already so deep, kissing your body intimately, you wanted more like you wanted to be a part of him ultimately.

By the end of the night, you don't remember how many times the two of you shared a release. However, both of you could agree you are sure as hell pregnant after that.

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You were sure as hell pregnant after that.

At first, you were overjoyed; then, the dread settled in with you, distressed regarding the pregnancy. Sanemi attempted his best to coax you out of your depressive episodes when you believed the same metiers would occur again.

Sanemi, the most abrasive and brash man you had ever known, had been the sweetest throughout your trimesters. Your needs were put above his, and he focused on aiding the stress pregnancy brought along.

The first trimester went smoothly, not accounting for the morning sickness and vertigo. Your second was even easier, the most troubling aspect being that of your baby pressing into your bladder.

However, once you had reached your third trimester, your baby wasn't as active as it usually was. You visited the physician, but their examination showcased that everything was sufficient.

You just needed to rest and take every day one step at a time. Now that was easier said than done because your angy handsome lover was sent on a mission far from your village.

Sanemi nearly killed the crow who delivered his orders to him. You could tell he struggled to keep himself from retiring right then and there, but he had a mission to destroy them all before he could ever relax.

For once, you had heard Sanemi ask (demand) for assistance from the two only female Hashira's. The demon slayers were eager to meet the woman who had enough to put up with the brash man.

He left you reluctantly, but it allowed you to feel somewhat safe under the gaze of two powerful women who could protect you against almost anything.

The three of you became close, on friendly terms as they kept up with your health. However, the closer your due date approached, the sicker you became, and the longer Sanemi was away.

Shinobu and Mitsuri did everything to the best of their ability to help you, but there wasn't much they could do when your water broke.

There still was no word of Sanemi at all, and this only drove your belly to ache terribly. You did everything in your power to hold back, to wait longer for him to arrive.

But the ache grew too great, and the female Hashira's couldn't bear to witness you on your hands and knees, sobbing from the contractions.

The insect pillar wouldn't allow for you to suffer in that pain any longer. To hell, if Sanemi Shinazugawa wasn't here, she was helping you birth this baby regardless.

You squeezed onto the love Hashira's hands so tightly she believed you would break them, but she held back her own whimpers of pain. She knew yours were greater than hers.

In that sweet tone of hers, Shinobu coaxed you through it and aided so sweetly in the delivery. Through tears, through howls of pain, you can't even remember how much time had passed, but they felt so long.

And just as your child - you and Sanemi's baby came forth - The love of your life barged the doors with such frantic movements he nearly tumbled and tripped over his own feet.

The sound of the newborn pierced through all the commotion, and you broke down into tears at finally hearing the life of your progeny.

Sanemi's steps were slow, as if he were in disbelief at the child being cleaned in front of him. Once the insect Hashira settled the sniffing newborn in his arms, everyone witnessed tears glossing over his eyes, and then trailing down his cheeks.

"My angel...you blessed me with another angel. Thank you."

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