#and kiss him for 25 full seconds

[rosyrubi15]

Uh oh guess who has a promare hyper fixation

Anyway Lio (and all the former Burnish) is a lightweight after the promare leave because before, the promare would burn it all up. One sip of wine and he's gone. He gets super clingy (to Galo) and very tired. Most likely to injure himself while drunk fndnd

Meanwhile Galo doesn't like to get drunk but when he does he goes completely silent fjdjdjd but his mind is running

[shomatoriashi]

02/03/25; 10:55pm

{ 18+ drabbles / headcanons }

anonymous said: hii. Can i get awkward moments during sex with the boys? 🙈

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel, caleb

warnings: slight voyeurism with rafayel’s.

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

the way sylus kept hitting that special part deep inside of you made you see stars, increasing your pleasure by a tenfold. the sounds of his cock steadily sliding in and out of your heat echoes throughout the room, and you felt so full of him-

a strange, tightening sensation travels throughout your abdomen, making you cry out when you felt an intense climax washing over you, your release wetting his cock profusely as sylus’s hips stutters in response.

his eyes go wide when he sees the copious amounts of your fluid traveling down the length of his cock, managing to drip down onto the bed as you felt the pinpricks of embarrassment coursing through your veins.

it takes sylus a few moments to gather his thoughts, realization dawning on him just mere seconds later when he asks with a low drawl, “did you just squirt on my cock?”

your stutters of mortification echoes through the room, earning a rich chuckle from sylus when he picks you up, gripping at your backside as he slots his cock even deeper into your now soaked heat, “by all means, there’s no need to be embarrassed, kitten. in fact, i’d very much like it if you did it over and over again throughout the night.”

zayne had you pinned against the hotel wall, fucking himself into your heat after finishing a lecture at his conference. the way you had constantly teased him with your skin tight dress while clinging to his arms was enough to make the doctor lose the last bit of his self control.

the moment you both return to your room, zayne pounced on you, not even waiting to take off his glasses as he pulled down his dress pants and boxers, shoving your panties to the side before sheathing himself within your slick folds.

as he thrusts himself against you, his glasses kept getting in the way each time you tried to kiss him. feeling frustrated, you quickly grab at his glasses, tossing them aside in the midst of your lovemaking.

momentarily confused as his eyes tried to adjust to the view without the clarity of his glasses. while he moves forward without breaking his connection with you, you felt your eyes go wide when you heard the sound of a loud crack! beneath zayne’s feet.

you met with zayne’s gaze, an apology on the tip of your tongue when you felt your lover suddenly pin you to the bed, pumping his cock in and out of you at a rapid pace that takes your very breath away.

“that was quite the expensive prescription glasses you made me break, honey. perhaps i should punish you by not holding back anymore?”

you cling to xavier, basking in the way he held you tightly within his embrace. feeling so desperate for each other, xavier carries you to your shared bedroom, tossing aside your clothes before setting your form on the bed.

with his gaze darkened fully with desire for you, xavier quickly sheds off his clothes until he was just as bare as you, spreading your legs before completely sheathing himself inside of your slick folds-

however, the intensity of his thrust forces the top of your head to meet with your headboard, making you cry out as you let out a groan of pain. filled with panic now, xavier quickly slides out of you, his cock already softening due to the guilt of potentially hurting you.

“i’m so sorry! i didn’t mean to hurt you…” his hands immediately try to soothe the ache felt on top of your head, earning a soft hiss from you. it takes you a few moments to reorient yourself, but once your head slowly began to stop pounding did you push xavier on his back.

“that really hurt.” you pout at him, yet instead of allowing xavier to tell you how sorry he was, you interrupt him by grabbing a hold of his limp cock, slowly stroking him back to full hardness while basking in his groans of your name, “as punishment, i’ll be the one in charge for the night.”

you tried to convince rafayel to behave during your museum date-

yet he seemed to have had other plans when he traps you behind one of the walls, hands already sliding up the skirt of your dress, “it’s your fault for getting me all riled up, princess.”

he smiles sweetly down at you, already knowing that you could never resist him when he pulls down your panties, allowing it to hang on your ankle as he lifts up one of your legs. he had merely unbuttoned his slacks, allowing his erection to peek through his boxers before impaling your cunt with his cock.

you toss your head back at the sudden intrusion, trying to keep your voice even as rafayel swiftly pumps himself in and out of you. as you became caught up in the moment, you heard a series of loud voices echoing throughout the exhibit. people had came directly into the area where you and your spoiled boyfriend were fucking, your eyes going wide as rafayel stops his rapid thrusting.

“oh the art is so lovely here, dear.” an older woman’s voice echoes throughout the exhibit, making rafayel smirk as he leans in to whisper within your ear, “relax princess, no one is gonna even notice us.”

as the older couple began to talk about the various art pieces on display, rafayel continues his rapid thrusts in and out of you. he covers your mouth with his large hand, and you could hear footsteps coming closer to where you and rafayel were hidden.

“dear, what’s that strange… wet sound? is there a potential leak somewhere?”

“ah, indeed, we should alert the curator of this. it would be a shame to see such wonderful works be ruined by the moisture.”

by now, rafayel was practically grinning at you, continuing his steady pace as the sounds of footsteps slowly walking away eased your anxieties, making you cum directly on rafayel’s cock, the sensation of your walls clamping down on him causes him to shoot his seed deep inside of you.

“heh, what a naughty princess you are, getting off by the thought of getting caught.” the lemurian had a smug grin on his handsome features, still very much connected to you as you could feel his seed running down the length of your thighs.

even when you could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks-

you found yourself unable to deny his claims.

caleb had managed to trap you in his bed, pounding himself in and out of your heat, his mouth clamping down on his dog tag necklace to keep it from moving too much. as your moans and gasps echo throughout the room caleb’s phone was heard going off in the middle of his passionate lovemaking.

he clicks his tongue, and before you could even stop him, caleb removes his necklace from his teeth and answers the call, using his free hand to keep the phone pressed against his ear while continuing to fuck you with his cock. “yes?”

“colonel?”

“speaking.”

you let out a whimper when he listens to his colleague on the other line, forcing caleb to place his hand over your mouth before moving against you once more. your breasts continue to bounce in tune to his rapid movements, unsure of why he could be so calm while you remained an utter mess for him.

you were dimly aware of all the military jargon caleb said throughout the phone call while his cock was still nestled so deeply inside of you, making you whimper each time his hips met with yours in an almost bruising thrust as he made quick work of finishing his call.

“just place the reports on my desk. i’ll see you at 0600 sharp tomorrow.” with that final phrase, caleb tosses aside his phone before returning his attention back to you, “sorry about that, baby… that won’t happen again. now, let your man take care of you.” he had barely began pumping his dick in and out of you when you felt your release quickly approaching-

something about witnessing caleb doing mundane tasks while he fucks your brain out causes a new rush of pleasure to course through your very veins, making you cry out as you spilled yourself on his cock, earning a grunt of approval from the colonel settled above you.

“that’s my good girl… so pretty and perfect for me.”

end notes: i’m back home bc i miss this blog so much 🙂‍↕️ also, this request was so hot and so much fun to write ♡

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[tootiecakes234]

Katsuki “asking” you to move in with him

You were almost back home when you got a call from your boyfriend. He didn’t even greet you when you answered.

“Where are you?”, he grunted into his phone.

“Well hello to you too handsome.”

“Yea, yea… where are you? I’m at your place to pick you up and ya ain’t here.”

“Heh… maybe if I knew you were coming over I would’ve been home. Why didn’t you text me and let me know. I don’t have any clothes packed or anything.”you informed him.

He does this all the time. Just comes over to your house and tells you that you’re coming back to his place with him. So very demanding.

“You have a dresser full of clothes in my room, your toothbrush and all your toiletries… what do ya need to pack?”

“Ya got me there. I’m almost there. I got stuff to drop off then we can leave.”

When you get through the door Katsuki is digging through your fridge.

“Why do you never have groceries in your house?” He questions you.

“Because I’m never here sir. They always go bad because I have a needy boyfriend that wants me at his house 25/8.”, the sarcasm drips out of your voice as you head to drop off the things you had bought.

“ Tch…. Needy. Please. You’re the one always complaining that we don’t spend enough time together.” He states.

“This is true.” You shrug your shoulders. “Anyways I’m ready. Let’s hit it.

“It’d be easier to spend time together if you just moved in with me” he mentions all causally as you guys head out to his car. You pause a little and look at him a little baffled.

You and Katsuki had been dating for about 8 months but you didn’t know he felt that seriously. Maybe he was just joking, so you shake it off and continue on like he didn’t say it.

The next thing you know you’re at his house getting ready for bed.

Kats comes to the bathroom and leans against the counter while you’re in the middle of doing your skincare.

“Do you wanna say something?” You ask because he’s just sitting there staring at you.

“Do you not wanna live with me cuz you could’ve just said that when I mentioned it earlier instead of fucking ignoring me.” He asked it harshly but you could hear the vulnerability in his voice. Like he didn’t want to bring it up but it was bugging him bad enough that he had to say something.

“I- uh…”

Apparently you were taking too long.

“Just forget it.” His eyes fell from yours and he started moving away towards his room. “Are we watching the next episode of that stupid show of yours? If not-“

“I didn’t think you were serious Kat.” And you reach your hand out to catch his arm before he can leave.

“I thought you were joking or something. Also it wasn’t a question so I didn’t know you were waiting on an answer babe.” There’s a small grin pulling at your lips when he looks at you again.

“Why the hell would I joke about that? And it was obviously a question…. So answer it dammit.”, his brows were furrowed and he was scowling a little.

Poor nervous boy.

You reach both of your arms up and wrap them around his neck. Then you lean in and press a kiss to his pouting lips.

“Katsuki Bakugo *kiss* I would absolutely *kiss* love *kiss* to move in with you *kiss*”

His arms have wrapped around you waist pulling you tighter to him.

“About damn time. I’ll have people come over to pack your shit tomorrow.” And this time he leans in to give his a deep kiss. His tongue reaching out to invade your mouth.

When he pulls back you’re all twinkle eyed and dopey in love. It takes a second for reality to catch up to you.

“Tomorrow?? Kats I have a lease and I don’t want movers breaking and throwing my things around. I’m gonna need at least a week or two. And I’m gonna have to pay-“

“I’ll pay for the lease break and you have til this weekend. If ya don’t want movers I’ll get our shitty friends to come over and help. Ain’t waiting no two weeks.”

“This weekend? It’s Wednesday. That only gives me 2 days!” You reason.

“Yea and I don’t wanna give you that so count your blessings princess. And I’m done arguing about this.” He sweeps you up bridal style and carries you to bed. Then He dumps you down onto it.

“Now how about we start christening your new place,” he says while hovering over you with a sexy smirk playing at his lips.

Hmmmm….. and just like that you forgot why it was you weren’t moving in tomorrow. He could be so very convincing when he wanted to be.

Katsuki Masterlist

[capitanooos]

coins and sapphires, swords and sandals // lucius verus x reader

-`♡´- pairing : lucius verus x reader (fem)

-`♡´- summary : when readers first betrothed unwillingly finds his way back to Rome as a gladiator, things go differently than he had expected.

-`♡´- warnings : violence, gladiator 2 spoilers, and 1 too i guess, kiss kiss mwahmwah. acacius as readers daddy. reader is about 25, lucius 27ish to make the timeline in my head work lol.

-`♡´- extra : for more updates on more parts or lack of, check my other blog @jorra3lagon !!

-`♡´- notes : i guess this can count as a summary, or introduction to a whole fanfic ill write soon cause i cant get enough of paul mescal as lucius hihihhihi

-`♡´- word count : 4538

dont translate, modify or repost my work. you do not have permission. not my gif

211 AD 

As the farewells came to an end and the halls of the Acacius villa emptied, silence returned once more. 

Ever since her father returned from his conquest in Numidia [Name] her life felt like a sick joke. From her black clothing, to the tear stains on her cheeks, to the constant visits of important people. Her second husband was dead. Her third love had left her alone in this world. The gods had damned her. 

As she sipped the wine from her cup she stared at the fish in the water. So carefree, swimming endless circles in the pool, not having to worry for a second of losing their loved ones. They looked stunning, the fire from the lanterns reflecting on their colorful scales as they let out small air bubbles. 

“Dear,” Lady Lucilla stood behind her, speaking to her softly as she moved to sit at [Name]'s side, also admiring the colorful fish. Now the two were connected by her father, Marcus Acacius, but before that their connection would’ve laid with [Name] her first betrothed. Lucius Verus. It had been nearly twenty years since his disappearance, and as time went, it became evident he would not be returning. He was presumed dead. 

[Name] had gone on to marry a high lord as was expected of her. The lord who died of illness that took him away quickly, not too long after their marriage. She knew his interests lay not with women, they had an understanding and he was a good man. Had he lived longer, she knew her life would have been well with him, for he would never have hurt her, but alas, the good never live long. 

Two years later, she remarried. As a lady of her status and bloodline, it was her duty. This time she married one of her fathers trusted advisers. A man, not older than thirty. With him, she had carried one child, who never lived to take his first breath. Two and a half years later, her second husband followed their child to the next world.

Now she had returned home once again, sharing a roof with her father and stepmother once more. The house that once kept Lucius safe and warm too. 

“I feel for you, daughter.” Lucilla spoke again softly. Her hand comes up to caress [Name]s in a sense of comfort. The younger of the two women looked up, the tears in her reddened eyes reflecting in the red of the fire. Unlike the beautifully reflecting fish, her tears were angry, full of grief, shame. They fell with no shame. Tear after tear, grieving all that she had lost, and seemed to continue losing.

“As the daughter of our beloved General Acacius we mourn with you, Lady [Name]. It brought us much regret to hear of the passing of your late husband.” Much to her surprise, Emperor Geta spoke as he looked at her when she bowed before him in greeting. She was invited to one of their parties, where they would allegedly show one of the barbarians they captured in Numidia. 

“Thank you, sire.” [Name] bowed her head at the Emperors again. They intimidated her, as they did with almost the whole of Rome. In the few times she had the absolute pleasure of being in their presence, she had always stuck close to her father, later on husbands, when they’d approach. The looks in their eyes scared her, they were like lions, able to snap and attack at any moment. 

“Ah, you’re the girl who was betrothed to Lady Lucilla’s boy?” Emperor Caracalla spoke up as he looked at [Name] with funny eyes. She froze before nodding, 

“Yes, sire, may the gods be with him.”

Emperor Geta gave his brother a look, seemingly confused as to how his brother would remember that given his… situation. He waved her away with a small half smile before returning his attention back to one of his concubines. 

Giving one last bow, she moved to the sidelines, her once black dresses now back in their usual colorful state. Jewellery adorning her neck, hands, arms, waist, and ears clicking like a soft jingle as she walked among lords and ladies. Eventually her eyes laid on one of her friends. “Fortuna,” she smiled as she approached the woman. “I’m so glad to see you.”

The woman returned her greeting, pulling the other woman in for an embrace. “I’m also glad to see you here, out of your mourning clothes with that.” She spoke as she linked their arms together and moved back through the crowd. “Father says he’s getting the fiercest of the barbarians your father captured here to fight one of the Emperors their own champion.” smiles were exchanged as they politely pushed through the people. “Here look, he’s sitting right there.” Fortuna pointed to an exit, there on a bench sat a young man, looking down at the ground. 

His dark blonde hair shone brightly from beneath the dirt that coated it. Cuts covered his face and arms, and probably the rest of his body too. She couldn’t see much more than that as Fortuna kept talking and walking to the front of the crowd to get a better view at the fight that was to happen soon.

“I saw him fight in the arena where my father bought him. He was biting away at some of the apes they fought. They call him the ape-eater.”

The guests cheered as the Emperors their champion was brought in. He bowed before the red haired rulers and they offered him a nod. [Name] her gaze wasn’t laid on either the Emperors or their champion. It was laid on the barbarian from Numidia who was being brought in. His shackles were undone when he stood in front of the Emperors as well. Up close she could see his bright blue eyes as they reflected in the sunlight that entered the big room. His facial features were sharp and he looked exactly like the statues of Roman heroes. [Name] her mouth slightly hung open as only one thought ran through her mind. 

Lucius

As the name ran through her mind like a mantra the barbarian looked at her, and his eyes grew a tiny bit. His gaze was fierce and his beautiful blue eyes were filled with rage and anger as he studied her own eyes. 

Lucius

His gaze swept over her face, down her body before snapping back to her eyes. His gaze now hardened as he looked at her again before turning his head away as a sword was thrusted into his hands.

Emperor Caracalla’s giggles and the screeches of his monkey echoed through the room as they fought, but [Name] her gaze was stuck on the same spot on the wall where the barbarian stood seconds ago. 

Yelps and screams snapped her out of her trance and her eyes looked around, breathing out in relief when she saw the barbarian unharmed, impaling the Emperor's gladiator with his sword. The crowd cheered and clapped as the fallen champion was dragged out. [Name] continued to stare at the barbarian, who resembled so much more than he realized, as he refused to speak to the emperor. 

His laugh echoed through the room as he finally opened his mouth after Marcrinus made up a lie. He stared at the Emperor intensely as he took a step toward him. The former took a small staggering step back as fear crossed his face for a split second, unknowing what the barbarian in front of him might do if he stayed within arms length of him.

“The gates of hell are open night and day, smooth is the descent, and easy is the way. But…” [Name] her mouth fell open in shock of hearing Virgil, poetry coming out of his mouth, “...to come back from hell, and view the cheerful skies, in this the task and mighty labor lies.” 

The edges of [Name] her vision began to go dark as she held onto Fortuna for support. The woman glanced down at her and upon seeing her pale face she brought her to a place to sit. The dark haired woman searched the others' eyes, not being able to find anything.

“What is the matter, friend?”

[Name] held a hand to her sweating forehead as she closed her eyes. Trying to get rid of her false hope and get herself together before anyone noticed that she was acting off. 

“I suppose my stomach can not handle violence and bloodshed from this close up.” she lied with a small laugh, hoping she didn’t act too out of character for herself. “It felt like I was about to have a fainting spell.” 

The other woman smiled as she offered her her drink. “I’ll have someone call for your carriage to get back home.”

The ride home was a blur. It must have been nothing more than a coincidence. It couldn’t have been anything else. She was greeted by a servant who accompanied her to her rooms and helped her change. The summer heat peaked these days and even the lightest clothes seemed suffocating if you wore them too long. 

She kept silent for hours. The servants assumed she was still mourning her late husband, which would make sense. Supper went the same, any questions were just answered with a nod or shake of her head, eyes cast down at the food on her plate or the wine in her cup. Lucilla and Acacius exchanged looks, and Acacius couldn’t help but see his daughter as herself from a decade ago. Rebellious in her teen years, maturing into a young woman, looking more and more like her biological mother who had left the world too soon. He could see past her facade, he could see the clockworks rotating in her head, focussed, thinking, lost somewhere deep in her own world up in her head. 

After dinner she had quickly excused herself before returning to her quarters. She stood in front of the collection of crystals, rocks, gems, and other small trinkets that laid on the desk. They had collected dust over the years that they had laid there. Their price value wouldn’t be that high, but their emotional value lay high. Higher than any money could ever buy. 

Back when Lucius and she were betrothed, she was no older than six summers, Lucius not a full moon above eight. Lady Lucilla had a big part in the betrothal, knowing the girl’s mother as a childhood friend from court and believing they would make a strong couple. The daughter of a general, and the Prince of Rome. When Lucius had found out, he saw it not as a betrothal but as a friendship, after all, they were both children, they wouldn’t understand until at least a little later in life. 

So always if Lucius found out [Name] would be in the city, he’d have his guards find her so he could give her small gifts. They were young but the pair grew oddly fond of each other and soon, a whole shelf of crystals and other precious shining items came to be in her rooms. 

The years after Lucius’ disappearance she understood more and more how much he had meant to her, what would’ve been if he was still here, how different her life would have been. The items meant everything to her, for they were her last real connection to Lucius. 

“You know, I would always be missing some items from my jewellery boxes when Lucius went out into the city. Or sometimes it was servants who reported missing items from the halls.” Lucilla said as she stood in the doorframe, admiring the young woman who had a bright green gemstone pressed against her chest. “It didn’t take long before I found out it was Lucius who took them. I followed him into the city, to the markets where I saw him giving you something. I watched as you took out a gold butterfly and smiled brightly. I never said a thing about the missing items, and often I laid out things for him to find and take.” Slowly she walked into the room and stood beside [Name] “He really loved you.”

The young girl nodded. 

“What is bothering you, daughter?” Lucilla took one of her hands, holding it tightly as she searched her stepdaughter's eyes. They were filled with sorrow, her whole face portrayed it. She felt [Name] grip her hand as she stared at her. 

“The Numidian barbarian I watched fight at the Emperors’ gathering…” she shook her head, looking down at the green stone in her hand. 

Even when all hope seems lost, know it will return. Little wise Lucius Verus’ words from when he gave her this stone rang through her head.

“Curls as blonde as your own, eyes as blue as the heavens.” Lucilla’s eyes were still on her, “The only thing I could think of when I saw him was Lucius. He recited Virgil; The gates of hell are open night and day, smooth is the descent, and easy is the way… Lucilla, you mustn't think of me as crazy.” 

She felt the elder woman tighten her grip on her hand as she slowly pulled her along. They walked through the halls, crossed the courtyard, and entered the secret door that led to Lucius his former chambers. [Name] had only been there once or twice, years and years ago. 

Lucilla stood still as she looked up, where drawings and words decorated the walls. [Name] followed her gaze, eyes widening upon realization. The words laid right in front of her, the exact words the blue eyed barbarian had recited. 

The gates of hell are open night and day, smooth is the descent, and easy is the way. But to come back from hell, and view the cheerful skies, in this the task and mighty labor lies. 

“General Justus Acacius, and with him his daughter [Name] and his wife, Lucilla! The daughter of Emperor Marcus Aurelius! 

[Name] entered the Emperor's box in the Colosseum behind her father and Lucilla, hearing the people cheer for her father as they were introduced. It would forever surprise her how loud, and how massive the place was. She did not attend the games often, for it was known the bloodshed often fell bad on her stomach, but now, she felt like she needed to attend. 

She took her seat next to Lucilla as her father spoke to the citizens. His voice rang through the crowd as they chanted his name. She saw Emperor Geta look in her direction, smiling wickedly when he caught her eyes before turning back around. 

As the announcer spoke up again, the doors opened and the first gladiators came out. [Name] held her breath in fear as she looked among them. Her hand was interlinked with Lucilla’s, who saw him before she did and tightened her hand so hard her knuckles turned white. She followed her stepmother's gaze, and her eyes landed on the blue eyed barbarian once again and she returned the grasp on her stepmother's hand. The gladiator's eyes shifted to hers, and his gaze held familiarity, but before she could react, he had already looked away.

The south doors opened and in came the Emperor's prized champion. 

“Hail Caesars!” he bellowed and the crowd followed with cheers and chants. 

The two women up in the Emperor's box held their breath as they exchanged a knowing look. A mutual understanding. 

Boo’s echoed through the stadium, cheers encouraged the gladiators, excitement buzzed and the emperors grew more blood thirsty every time a gladiator dodged the massive rhino. 

When the blue eyed barbarian thrusted his sword down into the sand, and bent down to grab two fistfuls of sand she heard Lucilla breathe out a shuddering breath as she looked at him in curiosity and confusion.

The rhino crashed into the wall of the arena, causing a stir in the crowd and the Emperors rushed to the railing to see what happened like two little boys. A fight broke loose, the rider of the rhino and the barbarian fought. The upper hand going to the rider of the rhino, he kicked and threw the barbarian around and Emperor Geta spoke up.

“Brother, it’s that poet, is it not?” he spoke as he watched his brother sit back down with the excuse of not knowing. “The gates of hell are open night and day… Smooth is… I forgot… Smooth the…”

“Smooth is the descent, easy is the way.” 

Below, the fight was still going, clouds of dust rising up in the arena as the crowds chanted for mercy. The chants turned into roars of excitement as the Emperor granted mercy in the name of the Gods. “No mercy!” the barbarian yelled, looking up to the box as he rested on one knee. “I would rather face your blade, than accept Roman mercy!” With that he stood up as the rhino rider charged for him again. 

It happened in the blink of an eye as he rolled around and sliced his sword into his chest, watching how he fell to his knees as he cradled the wound. Now the crowds chanted for the kill, and the barbarian complied. The crowds were loud before, but now they went ballistic, and [Name] was certain all of Rome could hear them chant the gladiator's name. 

“Hanno! Hanno! Hanno!”

The name continued to ring through [Name] her head as they made their way home. Lucilla had seen for herself what [Name] had told her days prior, and she too knew this was her son. Two decades had gone by since she had sent him off for his own safety. Two decades of wondering if her son was still alive, and now he had stood below her, captured in Numidia, fighting on the same ground where his father died. 

Marcus Acacius was now looking at two distressed women. The two women he held closest to his heart, seeming in utter despair as they held their silence. 

“Alright, what is the matter?” he spoke up once they reached the safety of their home, he couldn’t pretend any longer. He watched as the two women exchanged a glance, then stared confused as Lucilla ordered the servants out of the room. 

“Lucius is alive,” [Name] started and her father looked at her with widened eyes. Her eyes were cast down on the stones at their feet, hand wrapped around the golden necklace at her neck. 

Acacius looked at his wife who nodded, “He’s alive.” 

He closed his eyes, his memories instantly snapping back to the young prince he once knew as his future son-in-law. The small, blonde boy with eyes as bright as the heavens.

“You are certain?”

“Yes, I know my son.”

[Name] her father sat down, looking at her. The tears were gathering in her eyes, she had mourned that boy greatly for many years. For a while she had refused to marry her first husband, saying it felt wrong, knowing she was still promised to another. She had prayed to the gods, prayed for his safety, prayed for his safe return to Rome, and now it seemed it had become reality. 

“Father, I knew it was him when I watched him fight at the Emperors’ gathering. His reaction to seeing me was enough to prove my suspicions.” she met her fathers eyes, walking toward him and taking one of his hands in hers. “I know of your plans. I overheard the conversations with the senators. The dream of Marcus Aurelius. With Lucius alive, those two ginger maniacs have less claim to the empire. Please allow me to speak to him, get him to work with us. Fortuna won’t tell a soul if I ask her, she is like a sister to me and she owes me a favor.” 

If Lucius Verus was truly alive, and back in Rome, that would change everything. Their plans to overthrow the Emperors would be easier with a male heir, the heir of Emperor Commodus, Lucilla knew that too. So Acacius nodded at his daughter, whose teary eyes turned into a smile as she embraced her father. 

“Thank you, father.” 

Once she stopped in front of the gates to the place Marcinius kept his gladiators, she slipped off her horse. Her fathers personal guard stood at a distance, ensuring her safety on the road. She walked to one of the sides, looking for the window she knew too well and when she did she called out.

“Fortuna!” It was soft, but loud enough for the other woman to poke her head out of the window. She nodded and disappeared again before appearing at the side gate leading to her and her fathers house. 

“I want to see the gladiator Hanno.”

Her friend looked at her in shock but grinned as she took her hand and led her through the now dark courtyard. She was never more thankful for her friend as she opened the cell and let her in, standing on the lookout not far away.

“So, you’re the barbarian from Numidia.” [Name] spoke as she looked at the gladiators back. He wore no shirt and she could see the scars and wounds on his toned back. “Hanno, no?”

He turned around when she called his name, eyes once more growing in surprise as he saw her.

“My lady, yes.” he said, eyes tracing her whole form. From her dark blue dress to her dark robe, and the singular gold necklace, it was different as opposed to the light colors and many jewellery items she wore when he had first seen her. “What do you need from me?”

She studied his eyes, he was much closer now than he’d been in the last few days. The moon light shone in through the high barred window and fell on his face.

She took off her necklace and she held it up in front of his face. “Do you know who this is?” she spoke as the coin shimmered in the moonlight, illuminating the face on it. 

LUCIUS VERUS II it read around the face. 

“Lucius Verus the second?” Hanno spoke, reading it off the coin. 

“You can read, you know Virgil, I’ve been informed you know Roman history, you fight like-” fought exactly like the boy she used to watch as he parred with his guards. “Like a trained Roman swordsman. You are no Numidian, so don’t pretend to be one, Lucius.” 

He raised his brows at her, at her choice of words, at the name she called him. A cocky smile adorned his face as he took a daring step forward, his smile widening when she didn’t move back, instead only straightening her back and raising her chin to look at him.

“Whoever you think I am, you are wrong.” Hanno bent down a little, towering over her as she held his fierce gaze.

She reached into the pocket of her cloak, her fingers wrapping around the cold stone as she brought it out.

“Nineteen summers ago, I got this sapphire from my betrothed, the young prince Lucius Verus. When he gave it to me he said the words; even when all hope seems lost, know it will return. Not long later after that he disappeared. Whether he knew it then or not, he would be our hope in the future. He is our hope now. Not only to save Rome from the rule it is now under, but also to bring the dream of Marcus Aurelius to reality.”

Hanno looked at her, something in his gaze changed as he stood straight again. His gaze fell to the small treasures in her hand. 

“You carry the face of a missing prince around your neck? How your husband must like that.” he scoffed as he turned his back to her once more.

“He was a dear friend, and a great loss not only to me, but his mother too. I loved the prince, with my entire heart. I still do.”

That had Hanno turning his head around, looking at her as she turned to leave the cell before turning her own face back to him. 

“Lucius Verus is our last hope. Stay alive gladiator.” 

“Wait,” Hanno turned back around and took a big step forward, she could feel his warm breath on her neck. “Why? Why do you think I am your precious prince.”

[Name] turned around to face him, her brows furrowed at his choice of words, his arrogant, nearly mocking tone. She looked at the necklace that was dangling between them. 

“The gods have damned me, but that does not mean I forget the ones I love. Some things do not change, can not change. You have three birthmarks on the left side of your neck. Along with a scar covering both of your calves from the same sword strike from when you insisted on practicing with real swords with your uncle, Emperor Commodus.” She reached a hand up to his neck, lightly touching the three birthmarks before trailing behind him, and sure enough, the white lines covering his calves stood out among his toned skin. “The gates of hell are open night and day. Smooth is the descent and easy is the way. Those are the lines written on the walls of your childhood bedroom. I can go on, but I knew it was you from the first moment we made eye contact at the Emperors’ gathering.” she finished as she circled back in front of him.

Hanno looked at her with wide eyes, his breathing heavy. He had not counted on being recognised that easily. Hell, he had not even counted on seeing her. His eyes darted between hers before they fell on her soft, plush lips. All those years and she still remembered the smallest things about him, carrying his face around her neck, close to her heart. Kept the trinkets he had gifted her all those years ago. She risked her life coming here just to seek confirmation of what she already knew.

“We-”

He pressed his lips against her own, his worn and scarred hands coming up to cup her face as she returned the kiss. Her hands moved to his chest, one pulling him closer by the back of his neck as the other felt his heart go crazy below his skin. The kiss was slow but rough as one of his hands travelled to her lower back and pulled her body closer to his. 

They broke apart when they heard soft footsteps approaching. They looked to the door of the cell to see Fortuna motioning it was time for [Name] to go. 

[Name], who still held the gold necklace in her hand, looked up at the man before her. She reached for the necklace with her other hand before moving them around Hanno’s neck and locking it. 

“Remember who you are, and remember what is rightfully yours.” she cupped his cheek and he leaned down to touch his forehead to hers. “Stay alive, Lucius.”

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[lilaccmilk]

I just found your account and I’m like ??? Where have you been all my life I’m in heaven 🥰 now you got me thinking of being carried around everywhere on your werewolf’s knot and I’m drooling 🤤

ASKSKSK BESTIE IT'S OUR WEREWOLF FIRST OF ALL. SECOND OF ALL HERE YOU GO SOME MORE KNOTTING

⎯ The time he sat you down to tell you about his....anatomy. You surprised him by finishing his sentence about knotting(all that werewolf/omegaverse smut payed off).

⎯ To say you were excited (and aroused), was an understatement. You were sure you'd lose your mind if your bf didn't fuck you.

⎯ As you felt the knot growing, your werewolf stopped. He was still vaguely thrusting but he grabbed the bottle of lube from your nightstand, and graciously applied it (as best as he could with his cock inside you).

⎯ He then slowly pushed his knot into you and thrusted a bit and came inside you. He then turned you both so he was laying on the bed and you on his chest with his knot deep inside you. You'd never felt so full.

⎯ "You alright dove? Was I too hard? Are you comfortable? Do you want to change positions?" You cut off his monologue by kissing him and giggling, too tired to speak.

⎯ After a while you did manage to ask him, "How long does your knot stay?" He chuckled before answering that it could last around 20-25 mins.

⎯ You were hungry and before you could say anything, your bf asked "You hungry lovie?" You hummed. He got out of the bed with you (couldn't really pull out the knot without causing both of you immense pain).

⎯ This was basically how your first time went with him. He still does care for you every time you have sex as if it's your first time.

[ma1dita]

anything you want

a 'partners in crime' installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader prev -> crazy little thing | next -> said he likes crazy words: 1.6k summary: (pre-established relationship) The one where you and him have your first kiss. It’s just Luke. He’ll do anything you tell him to, even if you talk too much. Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader a/n: trouble is a yapper yall should know that by now. happy first kiss to you and luke! (posted 1/25/24 unbetad)

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“Come on, Castellan, we’re gonna be late if you don’t hurry!”

Your foot taps steadily on the forest floor, waiting for Luke to finish his demonstration of how to slay a chimera, and at the sound of your voice, he sheathes his sword and claps Chris on the back to finish up the workshop.

“Where you off to, man?” 

“Gotta help our favorite head counselor set up for Greek Legends & Theatrics,” he says matter-of-factly, setting his battle armor to the side and making the walk up the steep hill towards the amphitheater to meet you like he’s following a siren call.

“Simp,” Chris mutters before his best friend slaps him across the head and jogs away.

“My hands are full, Rodriguez!”

“You wish!” Chris calls out as he picks up his sword, watching the slight blush rise on Luke’s pale cheeks as he almost trips over his own feet. 

“Shut the fuck up!”

“Watch your fucking language,” you say sternly, which makes the both of you laugh when he finally meets you at the top of the hill. Instantly, you’re relinquishing everything in your hands: your water jug, the bag of costumes, a binder of scripts, and a ukelele. Luke’s juggling everything as best he can with no complaints, following your footsteps as he bumps the body of the uke against his hip to get a better grasp as he marvels at your excitement for your little drama club.

“What’re you teaching today, Trouble?”

“Orpheus and Eurydice, and it’s gonna be great! One of my personal favorites! The kids should be ready for the performance at the end of the month,” you grin, walking backward as you descend the stone steps of the amphitheater. 

You’ve both grown into your roles here at camp, finding places you shine and excel at and together you bridge what the kids, your kids, are lacking. But he can see how you let yourself thrive here, being the operative heart of Camp Half Blood, and you’re radiating as you beckon him to follow you. 

Following you around has become a habit as of late, one that he’s only recently made himself aware of. Sure, he’s always loved annoying you and doing something stupid to get a reaction, whether it be a snide remark or a smile, but something in your dynamic has changed. You’re head counselor after all, and even though he’s only in charge of busy cabin 11, his hand is always extended to whatever you have to offer. Quite simply, he loves it when you look for him, there’s no other explanation for it.

You’ve always troubled him, his thoughts, his life— but Luke can’t define it, or deem it something he can live without. It doesn’t make sense, and now he often finds himself wondering what it would be like to be more than whatever you are; not enemies, not necessarily friends, but perhaps a secret third thing, something he admittedly holds sacred. 

Luke trusts you with his life, but wouldn’t choose you to be his quest companion again he thinks, not after the scar only you deem pretty is an evident sign of his personal transgression. He stares at you for a second too long while you ramble, organizing your thoughts out loud that he doesn’t notice any of the actual words falling from your lips because he’s entranced by them. Slight worry crosses his sharp features as he realizes he could kill someone if you got hurt. 

Fuck.

There’s a space he’s carved out for you in his heart that he reminds himself not to name yet and now you’re looking for him again, turning to him when you realize he hasn’t followed.

When did you get so close to him?

“Luke!” you exclaim, nibbling on your bottom lip as you snap your fingers in his face.

“Are you even listening to me? I need an extra hand setting up smores stuff for the bonfire later if you’re free, and then we have night shift after…” You’re leaning against the table with a delicate smile on your face and in moments like these where you rattle off your routine that he gladly picks apart— Luke feels a sort of elation better than any quest or glory he can achieve. Only you can make unpaid labor sound like Elysium. 

He nods absentmindedly, eyes flickering to your lips as you continue to speak, and he can’t help but admire how the way the sun filters through your hair… 

Maybe Chris was onto something…

“You okay? If you need a break you can sit and watch us, the kids should be coming soon to start.”

Your fingers graze his bicep, and he blinks at you, your eyes wide with curiosity and a fire that can’t be tamed. You drive him crazy. He probably looks like a lunatic, frozen in place as he stares at you, so he shakes his head lightly, albeit unconsciously as he furrows his eyebrows, scar crinkling with his eyes as he smiles at you.

What a dork.

“Why’re you looking at me like that?” you laugh, your head falling onto your shoulder as you look at him sideways. You’ve noticed Luke is softer with you nowadays, hands always full when you keep him busy, and unlike the other cabin counselors, seldom does he fight you about camp duties. He’ll fight you about anything else though, just to get the last swipe at your attention, to make sure your eyes are on him.

And they always are, whether you can help it or not.

Luke steps forward, duffel bag still in hand and ukelele at his other side and suddenly he looks like he’s on a mission, his signature smirk stealing the air from your lungs as you forget what you’re saying.

“Like what, Trouble?”

Nervous laughter bubbles from you at the increasing proximity. It’s the first time he’s spoken since you got down here. His cargos brush against the smooth skin of your legs as you nestle your hips against the table, and the smell of sweat, musk, and citrus infiltrates your nostrils with a shaky breath.

“Like you’re about to make a mess of something. I can’t really tell,” you whisper. Why are you whispering? There’s no one here but you two and the sound of birds in the spring air.

It’s just Luke. Luke Castellan, who you glitter bombed when you were 14, who shoves you around every chance he gets, and steals food off your plate at every meal.

“I might. Not sure yet,” he swallows as he looms over you, the bag in his grasp falling to the side and the ukelele making a dissonant noise as he sets it on the table. 

When did you let him past your defenses? The wall around your heart was well protected after years of whims of what you thought was love felt like running headfirst into concrete. 

But Luke’s always been there, watching.

Though as a son of Hermes, sneaking in without a sound is what he does best. Perhaps a little too well, the both of you not noticing it for what it was until this moment.

“What are we doing?” you ask, and his reply is to pull you in by the belt loop of your denim shorts, snatching you closer with a curl of his fingers.

“You talk too much, you know that?”

Then suddenly, finally—his lips descend onto yours stealing your breath away like it's second nature, almost thoughtless and without anymore questions. There's a moment where you both sigh as if it was a relief to finally be touched like this, no hidden meanings, no ulterior motives, and nothing else makes sense but to be here kissing him.

Luke’s calloused hand weaves under your jaw and into your hair, propping you up as your knees buckle slightly, so intense and gentle at the same time, lips forging the undeniable connection between you that’s gone unspoken for so long. His hands are full of you, and he tastes like the strawberries you snuck onto his plate at lunch.

Your hands slide up the front of his shirt, a featherlike touch to confirm that he’s there though the feel of his tongue slipping in makes you wonder how much time you’ve wasted arguing with him when you could’ve been doing this.

Everything about this kiss feels familiar in a way you can’t describe, but this embrace lets you learn about him what you thought you were already so sure of. It makes you wonder if you’ve been here before in a different life, and then you remember who’s in front of you.

It’s Luke, who likes it when he gets to fall asleep to the sound of your voice telling a bedtime story, follows you around even if his siblings tease him, and never ridicules you for your innate madness.

Perhaps he’s just as mad as you.

Your eyes flutter open, and he’s already walking away, nervously chuckling like he didn’t give you a life-altering kiss. When your heart finally feels like it’s in your chest again, you grumble loudly, shaking your head with his name still caught between your teeth—

“LUKE CASTELLAN! Don't you dare run away from me!”

He's quite sure he hasn't sprinted away faster in his life. But as he runs up the steps of the ampitheater to try and clear his head, he stumbles when he looks at you, turning around every few paces until he finally catches the unmistakeable smile on your face. Luke eats shit at the top, falling against a tree and he hears the sound of your laughter.

He thinks he’ll spend the rest of his life running away if it means he can look back and see if you’ll follow.

—

“I don’t know how it is you are so familiar to me—or why it feels like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before—in another time, a different place—some other existence.”

-Lang Leav

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[starboye]

Kinktober Day 25

starring: hiram lodge x male reader

request: Hiram Lodge and stepson femboy bottom male reader where Hiram has secretly been having sex with his stepson and turning him into his slutty bottom boy today alone for the whole month of October and reader's dressing up in the slutty little school girl outfit with the mini skirt and thong and heels and Hiram and him want to try bondage so he gets all the equipment and Hiram ties the Reader's hands behind his back as Reader licks hiram's muscles and I'm face fucking male reader till he fills his mouth full of c** and then just starts fucking him while he's tied up pulling his hair and putting a ball gag in the Reader's mouth with bondage kink come eating muscle worship daddy kink and Hiram talking about getting reader pregnant if that's okay

warnings: smut, stepcest, cursing, rough sex, face fucking, ball gag, bondage, femenization, ass slapping, muscle worship, cum swallowing, deepthroating, hair pulling, daddy kink, breeding kink, alluding to male pregnancy, pervert hiram, oral sex, jerking off, slight musk kink

after your dad died your mom remarried to hiram quickly to the dismay of you, you hated him and his little entitled daughter always thinking she was better than everyone and could rule the world, but you had to live with them because your mother decided this is the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

that all changed when he started showing a little more interest in you, or shall we say interest in your body, every time he walked past you he would graze your ass with his hand and sometime his cock or slap your ass and call it just a friendly smack between to friends.

one time you walked past his room when it was just you and him in the house and he was jerking off, noticing you in crack of the door watching him he invited you in and invited you to jerk him off, which you did and soon turned into you sucking him off which according to him was some of the best head he had in years.

"your mothers' mouth cant even compare to this" he groaned cumming in your mouth, and after that you became his live in slut, anytime your mom and veronica were out of the house he would fuck you whenever and however he wanted and today was no different.

you mom was out at work and veronica was out with her friends so like every other time hiram told you to get ready for him, which consisted of you going to his room and getting naked on his bed but today you wanted to try something new, you went to your room and pulled a school girl outfit from your closet before putting it on.

sitting on hirams bed with a short skirt on, a crop top, a thong, and some heels, completing the look with some of your moms lipstick, hiram walking in with some things in hand before noticing your look "i guess someone's really looking forward to getting fucked today hm" he smirks pulling you into a kiss and slapping a firm hand on your ass.

"yes sir" you smile groping at his thick bulge in his pants "i wanna try something new with you today" he smirks pulling the rope out and showing it to you "bondage" he adds and with no second thought you agree and he ties your hands behind your back before taking off his clothes, you immediately get to work on licking his heavy muscles all the way down to his abs and then his meaty cock.

"you want it" he asks slapping the tip on your lips leaving a hint of red behind on it "mhmmm" you moan at the nice taste "good thing it's all yours" he says slowly moving into your warm mouth and fucking it roughly, his tip constantly slamming into the back of your throat and you had no choice but to take it all as your couldn't pull of, hirams hands wrapped in your hair to keep you on him.

your nose engulfed in the older mans pubes, the slightly sweaty scent floating around in your nose making you a little loopy but felt good "your mom never wants to do stuff like this, she says it's to rough but your slutty ass does whatever daddy tells you right" hiram says throwing his head back before cumming in your mouth, his salty load filling your mouth to the brim, when he pulls out he instantly puts his hand over your mouth.

"swallow boy" he sternly orders with a deep voice forcing you to down it all "good boy" he kisses the top of your head before spinning you around and putting you face up ass down, him getting a lovely view of your hole behind the thong, he doesn't bother to take of the heels and clothes, wanting to think of you as a prostitute who he just paid to take his cock.

he fingers you for a little but not before putting a ball gag on your mouth to silence your loud moans, after opening you up with his thick fingers he pushes his now hard cock into you, feeling those gummy walls he loves so much tighten around him as he begins fucking you, he doesn't take into consideration how hard his hips are moving he just knows your ass feels to good to stop.

"you like your stepdad's big cock ruining you" he asks pulling you up to him by the hair, his arms wrapping around you to keep you right on him as he continued plowing your hole, all you could do was moan some yes's as the ball gag stopped you from talking and your mind was being fucked numb right now.

"fuck i wanna make you my new wife, keep your tummy filled with my cummy kids all the time and hope you get pregnant" he begins kissing down your neck and feeling all over your body, specifically your stomach, rubbing all over it as he felt his climax coming closer and wanted to fill that belly to the brim with every single drop of his potent cum.

"you wanna be daddy's new wife" he asks one more time to which you eagerly nod giving him the go to cum in you, his cum pushing out your belly enough to make you look pregnant, his hips fucking into you for a little longer to ride out his high before pulling out and plugging you up, he leans down beside you and whispers "you're gonna make a great mom in 9 months" before kissing your cheek.

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[buckys-arm-and-rios-dagger]

Okay but imagine Bucky being the little spoon for the first time 💕

Bucky was touch-avoidant at first.

You'd known that since your first date.

And you could hardly blame him for it. Positive human contact wasn't something he'd had much of in his life. At least, not for the last few decades. Not only had HYDRA left scars on his body and mind, but there were some etched so deeply in his soul that he thought they'd never heal. Ones that left him freezing up every time a hand reached out to him, terrified that it would cause him pain.

It had taken him months to do something as innocent as hold your hand.

And even longer for you to stop hating yourself after an attempt to touch his face had him flinching away from you.

(He knew you would never hurt him, he'd told you, but it broke your heart to know that he was so used to pain that an open hand coming towards his face had him expecting to get hit.)

You were more than willing to go at his pace, to take things as slowly as he needed. Bucky never understood why you stayed with someone who shied away from human contact, but you did. You were there for him through every therapy session, every night he woke up screaming, offering him words of comfort, a cup of tea, and the knowledge that he wasn't suffering alone. You were more than okay with taking as much as he was willing to give, never pushing his boundaries. You made him feel good, made him feel safe. He never dreamed he would say that about someone again.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to let you in. It started with holding your hand, then letting you lay on his shoulder while you watched TV, little kisses on the cheek and quick hugs, letting you play with his hair, eventually graduating to full-on cuddling and sharing a bed. Now he welcomed you sitting on his lap or laying on his chest, always holding you as close as physically possible.

Bucky loved you more than he could ever put into words, you were his anchor, his guiding light, his everything. You saw him for who he was, all of his scars and walls and edges, and you still wanted him. Still loved him. And that meant the world to him.

However, as the two of you got closer, you noticed one thing was becoming increasingly obvious:

He was deeply touch-starved.

Now that he welcomed human contact again, you noticed that Bucky almost always wanted it. He pulled you into his arms the second you came home from work, rarely letting you go. If you two were sitting on the couch together, you were immediately nestled against him, your head on his shoulder. He'd lay on your lap sometimes when you watched a movie together, dosing off with his arm wrapped around your legs as you ran your fingers through his hair. At night you really didn't even need your pillow anymore, Bucky's chest was more comfortable.

And this wasn't something you had a problem with.

Hell, if you had it your way you would never leave his arms.

But still, you want to do more for him. To give him the safety and comfort that you get from him holding you every moment of the day.

Which brings you to tonight.

It started like any other night, the two of you cuddled up under a blanket watching TV until you started to nod off. Bucky carrying you to the bedroom when you dramatically insisted you were to tired to walk the whole 25 feet at most, and the two of you getting ready for bed. But when he laid down beside you and reached out to pull you to his chest and hold you to sleep like he did every night, you stopped him.

"Hey, let's try something different tonight," you smiled softly. Bucky nodded, looking at you with concerned, nervous eyes. You opened your arms, "c'mere, Baby."

He cocked an eyebrow, but still awkwardly shifted towards you. You wrapped him in a hug, pulling him close to you and cradling his head against your chest.

Bucky tensed in your embrace. For all his romantic exploits in the 40s, this was entirely new to him. He had always been the big spoon, the one cuddling his dates. He was the man, it's what was expected of him. And it's not that he hated it. It was nice, having someone curled against him, their head on his chest, knowing they finding safety and security in in his arms. It made him happy. And falling asleep and waking up with you in his arms, nestled against his chest while he played with your hair or rubbed your back brought him peace like he'd never felt before.

But this?

Being wrapped in your arms, enveloped in your warmth, your heartbeat steady and soothing in his ear as you played with his hair?

It was unlike anything he'd ever felt before.

He slowly started to relax, every one of his muscles starting to unknot as you held him.

"Does this feel good, Sweetheart?" You kissed the top of his head. Bucky nodded and nuzzled his face deeper into your chest, his stubble tickling your skin, "good, Buck. I like helping you feel good."

Your free hand started rubbing large soothing circles into his back, and it was everything Bucky could do to keep from breaking down right then and there.

No one had been this gentle with him in a long time.

No one had ever been this gentle with him, if he was being honest.

He didn't notice he was crying until the hand in his hair moved down to his face, thumbing away the tears on his cheek.

"What's wrong, Bucky?" You asked, "are you okay? Do you want me to stop--"

"No!" He responded, a little too quickly, "no, it's not... These are good tears. No one's ever held me like this and I just... It feels good, Doll. You feel good."

You hold him a little tighter and kiss his forehead, your thumb still stroking his cheek.

"You deserve to feel good, Bucky," you whisper into his hair, "I'm glad I can give you some comfort."

He slowly drifted off as you held him, safe and warm and content.

[lia-linny]

summary: you are ice skating with your boyfriend changbin and he is super adoreble.

genre: fluff

words: 0,4k

You carefully stepped onto the ice. After a few steps, you developed a feel for the slippery surface again. While you skated one or two laps of the rink, your boyfriend was still struggling with the ice. Unlike you, Changbin wasn't gliding effortlessly over the frozen water, but was clinging to the boards between small children and their parents, who were also struggling. Seeing this you make your way to your boyfriend avoiding all the people walking peacefully. When you reach Changbin on the other side, he welcomes you with open arms.

"Baby help meeeee!" He pouts and makes grabby hands at you. So you give in, giggling, and let his strong arms pull you into a hug. He happily presses several kisses into your hairline and continues to cover your face with them. You both giggle and watch your breath, condensing with cold, float away into the air. You do your best to help Changbin skate, but despite your best efforts, he can't manage to skate freely for more than five seconds without losing his balance. So he clings to your arm, giggling loudly, trying to hold himself up somehow and you pull him along behind you. After a few very slow laps, you suddenly find yourself behind one of the small children. It holds on to a plastic penguin, which helps it to get across the ice on its own. Changbing grasps.

"Oh my God! I want a penguin like that!" he yells, causing you to burst out laughing. A few minutes later, your now 25-year-old boyfriend was gliding along the track with a penguin, giggling happily. Smiling, you watched him have a race with a little boy who also has a penguin. Changbin lost big time, which made the boy all the happier because he didn't yet understand that his opponent had let him win and was now just acting out his disappointment at losing. Pouting, your boyfriend came to you. Pushing the Penguin in front of him.

"Baby, I lost." He said, even though he had a hard time keeping from laughing. You decided to play along.

"Awww my poor bunny. We can buy something to eat at the kiosk to cheer you up, what do you think?" Changbin's face lit up and he nodded, beaming at the thought of food.

"Then come on, I'll buy you something." You laughed, knowing full well that Changbin would never let you pay.

[rootedinrevisions]

Everything to Me (Kinktober 2024: Day 25)

KINK: Mirror Sex

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI. SMUT (Fingering)

WORD COUNT: 4.4k

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Glen Powell (himself and the characters he's played)

Twisters (Mostly Tyler right now, but possibly others soon)

Top Gun: Maverick (Hangman, Rooster, possibly others soon)

Marvel / MCU (Bucky Barnes as of now, but possibly others soon)

WWE / Wrestling

Jake’s been waiting at the airport for what feels like hours, even though your flight only landed a few minutes ago. He’s standing near the arrivals gate, leaning casually against a pillar but fidgeting with his phone, checking the time every few seconds. His excitement to see you is palpable, and when he finally spots you coming down the corridor, everything else fades away. There you are, wheeling your suitcase behind you, looking around for him. The moment your eyes meet, Jake’s grin lights up the entire terminal.

Without hesitation, he bolts toward you, weaving between people, his duffle bag bouncing against his side. The second he’s close enough, you drop your suitcase and run straight into his arms. Jake lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as you hold on tight. It’s like time stops, and the rest of the world disappears. The kiss comes naturally—deep, emotional, and long overdue.

“God, I missed you,” Jake mumbles against your lips before kissing you again. 

His hands hold you firmly against him, like he’s afraid to let go. You pull back just enough to see his face, his eyes filled with nothing but love and relief.

“I missed you too,” you say softly, your forehead resting against his.

He grins again, his signature cocky smile making its appearance, but there’s a tenderness behind it, a vulnerability that only shows up when he’s with you. “You’re a sight for sore eyes, darlin’.”

He reluctantly sets you down, but not before stealing another quick kiss. You gather your things, Jake's arm instantly wrapping around your waist as he guides you toward the exit. The buzz of the airport surrounds you, but you feel nothing but warmth and safety in Jake’s presence. As you walk through the doors to the bright San Diego sunshine, it hits you—you’re finally here, with him, and for the next few days, it’s just the two of you.

* * * *

After collecting your luggage from the airport, you fully expect Jake to take you straight to his place. You’re more than ready for some alone time after the long flight, but instead, Jake flashes you one of his charming grins as he swings your suitcase into the back of his truck.

“So, I figured we’d make a little pit stop before heading home,” he says casually, leaning against the open door as if this is no big deal. “The team’s dying to meet you.”

You raise an eyebrow, tilting your head at him. “The team? I thought we were going home.”

He winks, that mischievous glint in his eyes making your heart skip. “Oh, don’t worry, darlin’. We’ll definitely get some alone time tonight.” He leans in, brushing a kiss to your temple before adding, “I just want to show you off a little first. Promise it’ll only be an hour or two.”

You try to hide your smile, but it’s impossible around Jake. He’s clearly excited for you to meet his squad, and the way he’s looking at you makes it hard to say no. “Alright, fine,” you agree, rolling your eyes playfully. “But you owe me later.”

His grin widens, and he gives you a playful smack on the rear as you hop into the passenger seat. “Deal.”

The Hard Deck is buzzing when you arrive, full of laughter, music, and the clinking of bottles and glasses. As soon as you walk through the door, you feel Jake’s hand slide possessively around your waist, guiding you through the crowd. You’ve been here before on previous trips, but there’s something different about being here with Jake tonight. Maybe it’s the way he keeps sneaking glances at you, unable to hide his excitement, or the fact that you’ve both been apart for too long.

Jake spots his crew near the pool tables, and you can already feel the warmth of their welcome before you even get close. Phoenix is the first to greet you, her face breaking into a wide smile as she approaches. “So you’re the girl who’s been keeping Hangman out of trouble,” she teases, offering a quick hug.

Rooster gives you an equally friendly grin, and Bob, though quieter, seems genuinely happy to meet you as well. “It’s about time we got to meet you,” Rooster says, shaking your hand.

Before you can respond, Coyote comes over, clapping Jake on the shoulder. “Good to see you again!” he says, his eyes sparkling with familiarity. “It’s been a while since we were stationed together.”

Jake introduces you to the rest of the group, and it’s not long before you settle in with them. The banter flows easily, and the atmosphere is relaxed. Jake keeps you close, his arm around your shoulders or waist at all times, pulling you in for kisses whenever the mood strikes him. He’s not holding back on the PDA, and honestly, you don’t mind. After months apart, it feels good to be in his arms, to steal these moments together. Between games of pool and darts, Jake’s touch never leaves you, a subtle but constant reminder that he’s missed you.

Every now and then, you catch Phoenix watching you two with a smirk, clearly amused by Jake’s inability to keep his hands off you. “I’ve never seen him like this,” she comments at one point, making you blush. “He’s a lucky guy.”

You smile and squeeze Jake’s hand as he leans down to plant another kiss on your lips. He chuckles softly. “What can I say? I’m not wasting a second.”

The night’s still young, but as Jake promised, he’s got every intention of taking you home soon. For now, though, you’re enjoying the easy camaraderie of his squad and the way Jake keeps making it clear just how happy he is to have you by his side.

After settling in with the team, laughter and conversation fill the air as the night drifts on. You’re still feeling the warmth of Jake’s arm around your waist, his frequent kisses to your temple making you smile.

Eventually, you offer to grab another round of drinks. Jake grins, pressing one more kiss to your cheek as you head toward the bar. As you approach the counter, Penny gives you a welcoming nod, already busy filling orders. You lean against the wooden bar, taking in the lively atmosphere when you notice a woman standing next to you, her eyes lingering on you just a little too long. She’s dressed sharply, her Navy uniform crisp and her expression unreadable. After a moment, she turns toward you with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Hey there,” she says, her tone friendly but laced with something sharper. “I’m a friend of Jake’s.”

You return the smile, even if something feels off. “It’s nice to meet you,” you say politely. “I’m just grabbing drinks for us.”

She raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “I’ve never seen you in here before.”

You nod, keeping your tone casual. “I’m in town visiting Jake. Thought I’d surprise him for the weekend.”

There’s a flicker in her expression, something that makes your instincts tingle. She gives you a slow once-over, her gaze subtly scrutinizing. “Oh,” she says, her voice dropping slightly. “Didn’t think you’d be his type.”

The words hang in the air, and though she says it lightly, you can feel the slight jab. You pause, keeping your smile, but something twists inside you. “We’ve been together for a while now,” you respond calmly, hoping to let it slide.

She arches an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips as she leans in a little closer. “Really? Because I know Jake doesn’t usually do long-term relationships. Just thought you should know.” Her words are casual, like she’s discussing the weather, but the meaning behind them sinks in like a stone.

You hold her gaze for a moment, feeling the urge to defend what you know about Jake, but instead, you calmly lift your hand and flash the ring on your finger. The diamond catches the light, glinting as you meet her eyes again. 

“I’m not worried about his ability to commit.”

The smirk falters, and for a split second, you see the frustration in her expression before she smooths it over. Before she can say anything else, Penny sets the two beers in front of you, her presence almost a relief.

You smile warmly at Penny, taking the drinks. “Thanks, Penny.”

Without another glance at the woman, you turn and make your way back over to Jake, your mind buzzing. You try to push the encounter out of your head, but the way she said it keeps echoing: Didn’t think you’d be his type. It shouldn’t bother you, but as you walk back to your fiancé, your soon-to-be husband, you can’t help but wonder… was she right?

Jake’s smile lights up as he sees you coming back, but you find yourself questioning—why would a man like him want someone like you when he could have anyone he wanted? You take a deep breath, willing yourself to shake it off. You’ve been together long enough to know better than to let someone like that get to you.

But the seeds of doubt are planted now, and despite your best efforts, they begin to take root.

As the night wears on, the laughter and warmth of being surrounded by Jake’s friends should be enough to drown out the doubts, but it isn’t. The woman’s words cling to you, refusing to loosen their grip. You try to stay engaged, smiling at Phoenix’s jokes and Rooster’s playful banter, but every time Jake’s arm slips around your waist, or he presses a kiss to your temple, you can’t shake the feeling that maybe… maybe she was right. Why would someone like him choose someone like you when he could have anyone he wanted? Your thoughts spiral, and before you realize it, you’re barely paying attention to the conversation around you. 

Jake notices, squeezing your side and asking if you’re alright. You nod and force a smile, but the unease gnaws at you.

After a while, you can’t take it anymore. Leaning into Jake’s side, you look up at him, your voice a little quieter than usual. “Hey, can we leave?”

Jake turns to you, his brow furrowing in confusion. “Already? It’s still early.”

You bite your lip, trying to keep your expression neutral even though your mind is racing. “Yeah, I just… I think I’m ready to go home.”

He watches you for a beat, searching your face for something he can’t quite put his finger on. You know he senses that something’s off, but he doesn’t push. With a nod, he turns to his friends.

“We’re gonna head out,” he announces, slapping Rooster’s back and giving Phoenix a quick hug. There are a few protests, but Jake waves them off with a laugh, making his goodbyes brief.

Soon, he’s leading you out of the bar, his hand resting protectively on the small of your back as you make your way to the car. The cool night air does little to settle your swirling thoughts, and by the time you’re both seated, Jake’s watching you carefully again, his hand resting on your thigh as he starts the engine.

The car hums to life, but instead of pulling out right away, he glances over at you.

“You sure you’re alright?” he asks, his voice softer now, laced with concern.

You nod quickly, looking out the window as you respond. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired, I guess.”

Jake doesn’t buy it. You can feel the weight of his gaze, his eyes still on you as the car pulls onto the road.

“Right,” he says slowly, his tone skeptical. He’s not going to push—he never does when he knows you’re not ready to talk—but you know him well enough to realize he’s not letting it go, either.

The drive back to his place is quiet, the hum of the car and the distant sounds of the city filling the silence between you. Jake’s hand stays on your thigh, his thumb occasionally brushing against your skin, but he doesn’t say anything else.

You keep your gaze fixed out the window, willing yourself to push the doubt aside. Jake loves you—you know that. You wouldn’t be here if he didn’t. But that woman’s words, the way she looked at you like you weren’t good enough for him, keep echoing in your mind. I didn’t think you’d be his type. It shouldn’t bother you, but it does.

By the time you pull into the driveway, your chest feels tight with a mixture of frustration and insecurity. Jake parks the car and turns to you again, but you quickly unbuckle your seatbelt, giving him another quick smile. 

“I’m fine,” you say before he can even ask. “Let’s just go inside.”

He nods, though you know he’s not convinced. He’ll give you your space for now, but you can feel it in the way he’s watching you—he’s going to figure out what’s going on whether you’re ready to tell him or not.

As soon as you step inside Jake’s place, you make a beeline for the bedroom, your mind still reeling from the woman’s comments. You need to shake off this feeling, the doubt gnawing at you, and the only way you know how is to escape into the comfort of Jake’s oversized clothes and familiar warmth.

You peel off your outfit from the night, letting it fall to the floor without a second thought, and grab one of Jake’s t-shirts from the drawer. It’s soft, well-worn, and it smells like him—a mixture of cedarwood and something distinctly Jake. You tug it on, the fabric hanging loose on your frame, and follow it up with a pair of your own sweatpants.

As you’re standing in front of the mirror, running your hands through your hair and trying to make yourself feel more like you again, you feel Jake’s presence behind you. 

You turn, catching sight of him in the doorway, and for a second, everything else melts away. He’s standing there in nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants, slung low on his hips, his arms folded across his chest. His hair’s tousled, and his eyes are soft, but there’s an edge of concern in the way he’s looking at you. He’s watching you closely, trying to read your thoughts without having to ask the question he’s been holding back all night.

“What happened?” he asks gently, his voice low as he finally breaks the silence.

You shrug, attempting to brush it off like it’s nothing. “It’s nothing, Jake. I’m just tired.”

But Jake doesn’t buy it. He never does when you try to sidestep your feelings. He uncrosses his arms and steps into the room, making his way across the small space to stand in front of you. His hand reaches out, gently taking yours, and he pulls you toward him. You feel the warmth of his fingers wrapping around yours, his thumb brushing softly over your knuckles.

“Talk to me,” he coaxes, his voice so soft and steady that it breaks through your defenses. “I know something’s up. You’ve been off since we left the bar.”

You sigh, feeling your walls start to crumble under his gentle persistence. He’s always been able to get you to open up, even when you don’t want to.

“There was this girl…” you start, hesitating as you glance up at him.

Jake’s brow furrows as he listens, his eyes locked on yours. “A girl?”

You nod. “Yeah, she came up to me at the bar when I was getting drinks. Said she knew you. She introduced herself as your friend.”

The confusion on Jake’s face deepens, but he doesn’t interrupt. He lets you continue.

“She, uh… she made a comment about me not being your type,” you admit, the words tasting bitter as they leave your lips. “And then she said something about how you don’t really do long-term relationships.”

Jake’s jaw tightens slightly, but his gaze remains soft as he watches you, waiting for more.

“I didn’t let it get to me at first, but the more I thought about it…” you trail off, shaking your head. “I don’t know, Jake. She was looking at me like I wasn’t good enough for you. Like she couldn’t understand what you see in me.”

You’re surprised by how much admitting it stings. Saying it out loud only makes the insecurity feel more real.

Jake’s eyes darken slightly, but not with anger toward you—more like irritation at the situation. He lets out a sigh and shakes his head, rolling his eyes in disbelief.

“Babe, you know who she is?” he asks, his voice exasperated but gentle. “She’s been trying to hook up with every Top Gun pilot since she got stationed here. And none of us have taken the bait.”

He steps closer, taking both of your hands in his now, his touch reassuring and steady. “I’ve told her at least a dozen times that I’m not interested. I have you.”

You feel a flicker of relief at his words, but the nagging doubt still lingers.

“She probably just didn’t like that I didn’t give her the attention she wanted,” Jake continues, his thumb brushing the back of your hand. “But trust me, she’s nothing to worry about.”

He pauses, his gaze softening as he reaches for your left hand, lifting it to his lips. He presses a slow, lingering kiss to your engagement ring, the diamond catching the light as he lowers your hand and meets your eyes again.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs, his voice sincere and warm. “And I’m the luckiest guy in the world to have you.”

His words melt the last of the doubt, but it’s the look in his eyes, the absolute certainty and love, that fully quiets the storm in your chest.

Jake smiles, his thumb brushing along your ring finger as he holds your hand between both of his. His voice is warm and full of pride as he murmurs, “You’re beautiful, Mrs. Seresin.”

You manage a small laugh, shaking your head. “I’m not Mrs. Seresin yet,” you tease. “You still have time to change your mind.”

Jake pauses, his expression softening as he studies your face. Then, he gives you a look of utter disbelief, and there’s an intensity in his eyes that makes your heart skip.

“Why would I want to do something like that?” he asks softly, his voice filled with conviction. “I’ve got the most beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, sexy woman on the planet right here. I’d be out of my mind to want anything else.”

He leans in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, and then another, as if to drive the words home. When he finally pulls back, he’s still close, his lips hovering just inches from yours as he grins.

“If you don’t believe me,” he murmurs, his voice low, “I’ll take you to the courthouse first thing Monday morning. You can be Mrs. Seresin before noon.”

You laugh, feeling your doubts vanish under the warmth of his gaze, and shake your head again. “Jake, you’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe, but I’m yours,” he says, his tone turning serious, his hand coming up to cradle your face. “You’re all I want. And you’re all I’ll ever want.”

The intensity in his voice leaves no room for doubt. His gaze is so steady, so certain, that you know, without a shadow of a doubt, he means every single word. You feel yourself melt a little more in his arms, and this time, when he leans in, you let yourself fall completely into his kiss.

Jake presses another gentle kiss to your forehead and pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. "Feeling better?" he asks softly, his thumb brushing along your cheek.

You hum a quiet "yes" and nod, leaning into his touch. A smile tugs at the corner of his lips, warm and full of that familiar affection that makes your heart flutter.

"Good," he murmurs. 

His hands slowly slide down your sides, slipping under the fabric of the oversized shirt you're wearing. His fingers splay across your bare skin, and you shiver at the warmth of his touch. 

As his hands explore the curves of your body, he leans in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispers, "You really are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Do you know that?"

You get quiet again, your insecurities bubbling up in the silence. Jake’s question lingers in the air, and when you don’t respond, he doesn’t push. Instead, he shifts his approach.

"Maybe I need to show you," he whispers, a mischievous edge to his voice. His hands move with deliberate care, his fingers gripping the hem of the shirt. In one smooth motion, he slides it up and off, leaving your chest and stomach exposed to the cool air of the room. You feel vulnerable, standing there in nothing but your sweatpants, but Jake’s gaze is so tender, so full of reverence, that it quiets the anxious thoughts threatening to rise again.

He tucks his fingers into the waistband of your pants and underwear, pulling them down in one slow motion until they pool at your feet, leaving you completely naked. He turns you gently by the shoulders until you’re facing the mirror above the vanity, the reflection of your bare form standing in front of him.

Jake steps closer, his chest pressing against your back as he pulls you flush against him. His hands settle at your hips, then slide up your stomach and over the swell of your breasts, his touch reverent, slow. His eyes meet yours in the reflection, filled with an unwavering adoration that takes your breath away.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he whispers, his lips ghosting over your shoulder as his hands continue their slow, deliberate exploration of your body. He’s not rushed, not hurried—he’s savoring every inch of you, as if to memorize the feel of your skin beneath his hands.

He points to your collarbone, brushing his thumb across the delicate bone. “I love this,” he murmurs. “The way your skin feels soft here, how it catches the light.”

His hands slide lower, tracing the curve of your waist. “And here... the way you fit perfectly in my hands.”

His fingers skim your thighs next, gentle but firm. “The way your legs wrap around me when we’re close,” he says softly, his breath warm against your neck.

Jake continues, his voice low and steady, as he points out every detail he adores, from the curve of your hips to the softness of your stomach, to the way your hair falls over your shoulders. Every word, every caress is full of love, his tone steady as he dismantles your insecurities, piece by piece.

“You’re perfect,” he says, his voice barely more than a whisper now. “Just the way you are.”

His words sink in, slowly dissolving the doubts you’ve carried, and when you meet his eyes again in the mirror, you see what he sees—a woman adored, cherished, and deeply loved. He kisses your neck softly, his lips lingering as he whispers against your skin, “Do you see it now? How beautiful you are?”

You nod quietly, your gaze still locked with his in the mirror. A small, satisfied smile tugs at the corner of Jake’s lips, and you can see the hint of a smirk forming.

"Do you want to know what I find most sexy about you?" he asks, his voice low, teasing.

Curiosity flickers in your eyes, and you can’t help but ask, "What is it?"

His smirk widens just a little, and you feel his fingers begin to trail down your stomach, slow and deliberate, until they reach the sensitive spot between your legs. His touch is gentle at first, but enough to send a shiver through you.

His breath tickles your ear as he leans in close, his voice a seductive whisper. “It’s the way you look when I’m making you feel good,” he murmurs, the heat in his words sending a flush through your entire body.

Your breath catches in your throat as your eyes flutter closed, instinctively leaning back into the warmth of his body. But just as you start to lose yourself in the moment, Jake’s hand pauses, his other arm wrapping firmly around your waist, holding you steady.

“Uh-uh,” he whispers against your ear, his tone commanding but gentle. “Open your eyes, baby.”

Reluctantly, you do as he says, your eyes flicking back open to meet his in the mirror. He shifts his body slightly, positioning himself so you can see every detail of his touch, every reaction your body gives under his fingers.

“Look at how beautiful you are,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with adoration.

His hand resumes its slow, deliberate movements, his fingers teasing you in ways that make your breath hitch. But his eyes—those piercing, sea-green eyes—never leave yours in the reflection. You can see the intensity in his gaze, the way he’s watching every little gasp, every shiver you give, as if he’s drawing power from your reactions.

“Do you see it?” Jake’s voice is hushed, his lips brushing your ear. “Do you see how incredible you are when you’re lost in this?”

Your body responds to him before your mind even catches up. A quiet moan escapes your lips, and you press your thighs together, but Jake is relentless in keeping you focused on the mirror, on yourself.

“Don’t look away,” he whispers, his fingers moving with more precision now, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you. “I want you to see what I see. How gorgeous you are when you’re like this.”

You bite your lip, your breathing quickening as the pleasure builds, but his steady gaze and firm touch keep you tethered to the moment. There’s something deeply intimate about it, the way he’s not just touching you but guiding you to see yourself through his eyes, with a reverence that makes your heart pound in your chest.

Jake's lips trail soft kisses along the side of your neck, his free hand coming up to cup your breast, adding to the overwhelming sensations running through you. You meet his gaze again in the mirror, and there’s no mistaking the desire and love in his eyes, the way he’s savoring every second of this moment with you.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the rush of your own heartbeat. “You’re everything, baby. Everything.”

Jake’s touch remains steady and deliberate, each movement sending waves of pleasure surging through you. His fingers move with a slow, practiced rhythm, teasing you closer to the edge. The heat of his body against yours and the intensity of his gaze in the mirror makes the moment even more overwhelming.

As the pleasure builds, your breath becomes shallow, your body instinctively leaning back against him, seeking his warmth and support. His other arm wraps securely around your waist, holding you close, his touch grounding you as the sensations spiral higher. The feel of his fingers on your skin, the soft brush of his lips against your neck, and the way he whispers your name between each pulse of pleasure—it’s all consuming.

“Come on, baby,” Jake murmurs against your ear, his voice low and coaxing. “Let go for me.”

Your body tenses, the pleasure cresting and crashing over you in a powerful wave. A soft moan escapes your lips, your head falling back against his shoulder as the climax washes through you. Jake holds you close, supporting you as he works you through it, his fingers slowing but never stopping, guiding you down gently from the high.

“There you go,” he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. His arm tightens around you, keeping you steady as your legs tremble, the intensity of the moment leaving you breathless. “That’s my girl.”

His words settle over you like a soft blanket, his quiet pride and possessiveness making your heart swell. You meet his gaze again in the mirror, your chest still rising and falling rapidly as you try to catch your breath. He’s watching you with that same adoring look, his eyes soft, but filled with unmistakable love.

Jake presses a kiss to the side of your neck, lingering for a moment before he slowly removes his fingers, letting you relax fully into him. He’s gentle as ever, taking his time as he slides his shirt back over your body, covering your bare skin with the familiar warmth of his scent. Then, with the same care, he pulls your underwear back up, smoothing his hands over your hips as he does.

“There,” he whispers, his voice soft and reassuring. “My girl's all taken care of.”

Before you can say anything, he scoops you into his arms with ease, cradling you against his chest. You can’t help but smile at the feeling of being wrapped up in him, safe and secure.

“Let’s get you to bed,” he says, his voice low and affectionate.

Jake carries you effortlessly across the room, his steps slow and deliberate, as if savoring every moment of holding you close. He gently lays you down on the bed, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face before sliding in beside you.

As you curl up against him, his arms wrap around you once more, pulling you into the warmth of his body.

He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, whispering, “You’re everything to me. You know that, right?”

You nod, the weight of his words settling in your heart, as you relax fully into the comfort of his embrace. The night is quiet, but the connection between you and Jake feels stronger than ever, his love and devotion wrapping around you like a protective shield.

[ssentimentals]

hi! nini! i really liked how u write scoups promptsss… can i request for scoups 25 & 37 suggestive? i feel like this could go together. thank u, nini! have a great day! ><

hihi! aw, thank you!! i do think that cheol is the member that i find easier to write because in my delulu mind i think i get him correctly the most out of all guys :D thank you for requesting and have a great day too! 💜 hopefully you will like it!

suggestive prompt: 'sit down. now.' - 'watch your tone.'

oh, the urge to stand up, throw pillows from sofa to the ground and storm away with a head held high. oh, the urge to slam the door so loudly that windows will shake and all neighbours will startle in surprise. oh, the urge to hear seungcheol's answering groan and see his pissed off face. those urges are so strong that you almost make them all come true. almost. because when you spring up from the sofa, breathing fire from anger, seungcheol grabs your wrist before you can even do anything else and looking you into the eyes mutters darkly: 'sit down. now.'

his commanding tone never fails to send shivers up your spine, but you ignore it, sitting back down on the sofa. but a proud warrior doesn't go down without a fight, so you snark: 'how tables have turned, right? now you understand what it felt like last time, when you tried to leave? not so nice, does it?'

seungcheol narrows his eyes, squinting at you with a barely hidden annoyance. 'can you shut up for a second and let me talk?'

this time you glare at him, shaking his hand off your wrist. 'watch your tone, cheol. and don't tell me to shut up.'

seungcheol looks like he's not sure whether he wants to kiss you senseless to shut you up or if walking away right now seems to be a better decision. his left eye twitches and you try hard not to laugh, but he of course, notices. 'is all of this funny to you?' he asks, sliding up closer to you. 'you find this amusing?'

'i find you idiotic,' you retort haughtily, ignoring how he places his hand at your back. 'and very stupid.'

'good to know.' seungcheol hums, caressing your back gently and smirking, when you lean to the touch just a little. 'anything else you want to comment?'

smile wins over your features, when he cages you with his weight, not giving you any opportunities to run. locking your hands behind his neck, you pretend to think hard about it. 'hm, let's see. i think you're a sore loser, who can't bear to lose a fight to his girlfriend.'

seungcheol snorts and shakes his head. he leans in, kissing your forehead. 'what else?'

he starts peppering your whole face with kisses and you forget your train of thought; some really comebacks were ready but now your head is full of something else. 'you're even bigger idiot than i thought if you won't take me to bed now,' you settle for this at last, flushing from his intense gaze.

seungcheol smiles and lifts you up along with him, making you laugh with his: 'good thing i'm not a big idiot then.'

a/n: request your own here! <3 - nini

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25. “Hell And You”

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader

꒰Mask Kink + Knife Kink꒱ - 1k

• consensual object penetration, consent check

kinktober m.list

Okay, if one of your friends came to you saying they were dating one of the infamous Ghostfaces that ran around killing people you would tell them to run the other way. What sensible person would date somebody like that? Well, you, obviously. You knew it was wrong, but it wasn’t your fault Stu was hot!

It also wasn’t your fault that the Ghostface signature mask turned you on. Did that make you fucked up, sure, but it was worth it when Stu fucked you in it. It wasn’t your safest decision, but you were already here and it would be fine. Stu would never let anything happen to you. 

His gloved hand held the blade of the knife while he prepped it. Every few seconds he’d look over and scan your body admiringly, eyes hidden behind the mask. You could only tell of his gaze by the way his head would tilt, what it meant was imperceptible. Truthfully, it was a wonder how Stu had been patient thus far.

He tended to be impulsive and rush into things, but he was taking his time now, watching your body from where he sat. Stu finished cleaning the knife properly, any germs long gone. Two of his leather cover fingers smeared lube over the handle, blade fully covered by his other hand.

Once it was thoroughly covered, his head turned to look down at you sitting on the bed. The cloak brushed against your legs when he leaned forward to guide you back to prop yourself on your elbows. While holding the bolster of the knife under his fingers he pressed just the tip against your skin and gently trailed it down your body.

He had full control over the movement of the hunting knife. Once the tip reached your underwear Stu glanced up at you. “Open,” he said, one of the first words he’d spoken since he’d ‘gotten into character’. Stu shuffled back again to sit somewhat comfortably on his knees in front of the bed.

Your legs followed his command, opening obediently as you looked down at him. Ghostface on his knees shouldn’t be such a sight, but it was and it was beautiful. The white of the mask shone in contrast to the completely black material he wore everywhere else. Even more enticing was the glint of the knife when the light hit it.

The permanently opened mouth on the mask pressed to the junction of your knee in a mock kiss. You couldn’t tell if Stu was looking up at you, unable to see, but you could feel his eyes on you when he dragged the mouth up to your inner thigh. You were unsure what he was doing until you heard his deep inhale. 

He was savoring you, breathing you in. However, his nature got the best of him being this close to your cunt. Stu grew too excited per usual, and hooked the tip of the knife on the hem of your underwear. The sharpness caught on the flimsy material, pushing up through it with a riiip.

You gasped, hearing his distorted chuckle at your reaction. “What’s the matter, baby?” His head tilted, mask looking back up at you. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Stu hooked the knife up, pulling to cut away the rest of the fabric. He let it fall open, haphazardly shoving it down the leg it limply hung onto.

Looking at your pretty pussy like he won the lottery, Stu had to stop himself from yanking the mask off and delving into you. Behind the mask he silently licked his lips, view locked on your sex. His free hand slid up the bed, making its way to your cunt. The pads of his rough gloves made contact with your skin, your shiver making Stu more excited, tapping the tip of the knife against your thigh with his occupied hand.

Stu pressed one fingertip to your clit and let it sit there before sliding it down. He softly rubbed in between your wet folds, separating them. His thumb joined his index finger to keep your lips spread, watching you pulse and leak onto the fabric of the blankets.

“Hiding all this from me?” Stu nudged forward and sighed heavily. You tensed, bracing for his breath to hit you, when you realized it wouldn’t. The plastic prevented him from breathing on you, but he’d gotten the reaction he had wanted, being able to see your pussy clench close up.

He glanced back up for a second, studying your antsy expression. Mistaking it for second thoughts, he checked in. “You still want this?” He would have sounded irritated to anyone else, but you knew he was checking on you even as he played it up. Your eyes were completely locked on the mask, his voice breaking you from your trance.

You nodded, speechless from his act. “Words, baby.” He grunted and you could imagine the way his eyes narrowed. “Yes…yes sir.” Stu smiled, satisfied, and looked back down at your soaked cunt. At the confirmation, Stu turned the knife over in his hand, once again covering the blade with his hand entirely. 

He teased your swollen folds by running the hilt of the knife up and down, teasing your entrance with the curve. Slowly, he circled your pussy with the cooled handle. When you clenched down around nothing, he laughed. “Oh, you like that?” He asked with a small smirk. 

Stu kept moving it in slow circles, working you up and rubbing your arousal around. You whined when your warm walls fluttered around nothing for what seemed to be the millionth time. He seemed to finally take mercy, or pity, on you and he notched the curve in your entrance, turning the hilt to trace the very inside of your pussy. 

The arousal he had made you build up made it easier for him to inch the handle into you, his gloves shielding the blade from causing any harm. This wasn’t about actually harming you, but you couldn’t lie and say the danger isn’t making you clench down harder. 

Your moans were quiet, increasing in volume as he faintly thrust the knife in and out. “You like being fucked by my knife, knowing what it’s done to people? …What it can do to you.” You groaned, tossing your head back as the cool metal drug along the walls of your cunt. You did. You fucking loved it.

tags: @babybatlover, @starrgurl46, @wowzers-07, @nenukkjhj, @morgan0lw21, @kinokomoonshine, @slut4ddn, @adventures-of-impala, @dreamerjj

[shomatoriashi]

01/01/25; 12:00am

sylus x fem.reader / mc.reader

notes: despite how much i adore night of secrecy, it left a lot to be desired, so i’ll be doing a thirstier rewrite (⺣◡⺣)♡ and have this be my first post to welcome in the new year ♡

obligatory tag: @voidsylus (⺣◡⺣)♡

extra notes: it’s still not showing up in the tags, ;; but i will reblog this story periodically under an icymi tags so you readers can at least see it on my blog.

update as of 04:56pm: FINALLY ITS IN THE TAGS!! 😭🙌🏻

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the tension was thick in the air, and you had a hunch that sylus had lost your little ��gun assembling” contest on purpose. looking down at his deft fingers and witnessing the millions of times sylus polished his weapons with a calculating touch-

it was painfully obvious how you couldn’t have won that easily.

and the epiphany of it all was enough to make a surge of warmth course through you.

shaking your head, you get back to the situation at hand, playfully pressing the muzzle of the gun against his chin. "i won." you tell him in a breathless whisper, watching sylus as he raised his hands in mock defeat while meeting your gaze. "and i lost. go ahead. ask your question."

letting out a shaky breath, you take a moment to admire the firelight and how it painted sylus in golden hues, captivating you in every sense of the word as you lowered the gun.

“i’m sleepy…"

clearly caught off guard by your words, sylus narrows his crimson gaze in response, remaining silent as he allowed you to speak once more.

"can you tuck me in tonight?” you finish, your eyes meeting with his as a sense of determination courses through you.

a rich chuckle was heard coming from sylus, "heh, and i thought a certain relentless hunter would ask about my destination. or did you finally heed those words... curiosity killed the cat, kitten?"

a wistful smile paints your expression as you shake your head at him, "i care more about the present than an answer i can get. so... are you doing it or not?"

you wait with bated breath as sylus lets out a huff, coming closer to you while framing at your face, "of course, kitten." without hesitation, he stands back to his full height all while taking you within his embrace, carrying your shoes in his free hand while walking with you toward one of the master bedrooms located on the second floor. "this request is way more powerful than that little gun."

as he held you, you cling to him, arms wrapping around his neck while basking in his warmth. with the bedroom in sight, he tosses aside your heels while settling himself against the armchair. hiding your face within the curve of his neck, you feel the sensation of sylus's lips brushing against your cheek. "if you don't want to lie down, i can keep holding you until i leave."

"what if i don't want you to leave...?" you tell him with a whisper, shivering when sylus brushes his lips against your skin once more, "then... we better make the most of our time before dawn."

a painful ache was felt between your legs when you suddenly surged forward, capturing sylus's lips in a kiss that takes his very breath away. while you desperately tried to deepen it, you could feel sylus smiling against your lips, whispering huskily to you, "you really don't want me to leave?"

by now, the ache between your legs was too much to bear, with you pulling away from the kiss first. your head gestures over to the king sized bed, "sylus, over there..."

"looks like we're on the same page when it comes to not wanting to waste time." with a grunt of your name, he picks up your pliant form like you weighed nothing at all. with your limbs wrapped around his powerful body, sylus settles you against the silken sheets, with your hands now wrapped around his neck to pull him achingly closer to you.

you trail your eyes off to the side, only to feel sylus gently gripping at your chin while telling you, "stay focused, kitten. don't look."

his hot breath was felt against your ear when sylus covers your eyes with his large hand while gripping at your hand with the other. swallowing thickly, you intertwine your fingertips with his, giving it a squeeze just as sylus gives your lips a searing kiss. you moan into his kiss, allowing your tongue to meet with his as they clashed, fighting with a gentle dominance that makes your mind go hazy.

when the need for air proves to be too much, you pull away from the kiss first, hands delving into his silken locks of hair, "am i being too greedy... if i ask you to keep your eyes only on me?" you trail your fingertips from his hair to the side of his face, gently framing at it all while trembling when he presses a kiss against the palm of your hand. "you always had that right. which means... you can be even greedier. tell me- do you want it, kitten?"

was that even a question at this point? yes was the single word that comes from your parted lips-

and that was all the urging sylus needed to awaken the beast in him.

a growl was heard when his large hand grips at your knee, ready to spread your legs with a shake of his head, "you haven't changed your mind, have you...? you just said yes." a sense of desperation was heard in his voice when he pulls you by your ankles, pressing your clothed center against the straining erection within the front of his pants. "i'm hoping yes is still your answer because... i just can't hold back anymore."

you wanted to tell him how you couldn't hold back either, yet found that your voice was lost the moment his lips captures yours once more, pressing your body against his naked chest, the material of his shirt already unbuttoned as you felt his muscles rippling against you. you allow him to swallow your moans with his fervent kiss, feeling like you were melting against him.

"s-sylus, i can't breathe..." you tell him while greedily taking in gasps of air, a hand settled on his chest damp with sweat. with a gentle touch, sylus brushes aside your hair, fingers already descending down upon you, settling the palm of it between your legs as he moves aside your soaked panties, dipping a single digit within your slick folds.

a pumping motion was felt within your aching walls, making you grip at his biceps as you fell back against the bed, becoming subjected to his ministrations. your pants and sylus's grunts echo throughout the room, and you let out a hiss when you felt sylus gently bite down against the waistband of your panties before pulling it off of you in one, swift motion, "h-hey, don't bite there-"

however, your words of protests falls on deaf ears, morphing into a breathy moan when sylus presses his lips against your cunt. his tongue traces at your pussy lips, collecting your arousal while basking in the pure taste of you. with a few more licks and a pinching sensation felt against your hardened clit succeeds in helping you climax, your hands gripping at his hair, earning a grunt from sylus.

once he was finished, sylus pulls away from the spot between your legs, licking his lips while meeting your gaze with a huff, "first you want it rough, now you want it soft... i thought you would be tough to please tonight, kitten. however..." he trails off while licking at his lips, "perhaps i was wrong in believing you were hard to please since i got such an intense taste of you."

you pout at him, ready to bite back with your own words when they suddenly became lost against your lips. you feel sylus lean over you, trailing kisses down your neck, as if apologizing for teasing you. "what do you really want? won't you be honest and tell me like you just did?"

your eyes met with his within the intimate lighting, trembling at the sound of his seductive voice dripping with honey. you lick your own lips in response, gently pushing him back down against the bed as the palm of your hand cups at his clothed erection, "i'm not falling for your tricks."

teasing him, you bite down at your bottom lip and trail your fingertips down his chest, "i told you before that hunters like me don't like being passive."

with a shake of his head, he lets out another chuckle, "so, you want control. unfortunately, i can't give it to you. not yet, at least." his hands wrap themselves around your waist to lay you back down in bed, touch filled with reverence as he trails his fingertips down the length of your body before telling you, "don't run."

"you're so... demanding... hah... it's annoying." your hands claw at the sheets settled below you, earning a smirk from sylus, "i won't deny it. i guess you can say i lied. tonight, you're not the only one feeling greedy... and i won't be leaving until this greed is completely satisfied."

you became dimly aware of the sounds of shifting fabric, making you look down as your cheeks were felt blossoming with heat. settled between your legs was his cock completely hardened and ready for you, making you gasp when he manages to brush the tip of it against your soaking heat. "ah, i misspoke."

"w-what?" by now, sylus was tracing his cock against your outer lips, teasing you when he caresses at the hardened bundle of nerves as well. he continues to give you a smug expression, licking his lips while teasing you with his cock, "greed can never be satisfied... but you can temporarily soothe it."

taking a hold of your hand, he kisses it while asking once more, "say it again, sweetie, do you want it?"

meeting his gaze, you lean closer to him, conveying your need for him in yet another passionate kiss. delving your fingers into his hair, you give those moonlit strands a gentle tug while murmuring against his lips, "this is my answer."

and that was all the confirmation your lover needed.

your broken moans suddenly pierces through the silence of the night, tossing your head back the moment sylus completely sheathes his cock within your walls. he sets a rapid pace, making the bed bounce in tune with his movements. no words were spoken when sylus grips at your lower back, pressing you oh so much closer to him.

while you were writhing against the bed, you felt sylus reach parts of you that you didn't know existed, the pleasure taking on new heights with each tilt of his hips. the sounds of your copulation echoes throughout the room, causing your mind to go hazy as you take in every inch of him over and over again.

and when you felt the familiar twitching of his cock, you wrapped your legs even tighter around his waist, allowing his seed to paint your walls white, relishing in his shuddering breaths of your name when he captures your lips, making sure that you were forever connected while the red hot pleasure courses through your veins...

{ ... }

the rays of sunlight felt hitting against your closed eyelids was the first thing that woke you up-

the second was the disappearance of sylus and the sounds of a shower running from just a few feet away from you. feeling like you were caught in a dream, you get out of bed, naked while allowing the sheets to fall off your form.

curiosity paints your expression when you jostle the bathroom's door, smiling upon realizing it was unlocked as you stepped inside. the mist left from the hot shower surrounds you, making the anticipation course through your veins upon seeing sylus's silhouette against the glass pane of the shower.

letting out a purr of his name, you join him in the shower, earning a smirk from him when he faces you. "i was wondering when you'd wake up, kitten."

with a roll of your eyes, you get on your knees, taking in his cock within your awaiting mouth while basking in his broken grunt. "sweetie-"

when you manage to stroke his cock to full hardness, you hum against his erection, purposely tracing against the veins felt pulsating down his shaft before playing with his tip with your tongue-

thanks to this sudden shower, you figured you could tell sylus how you had no intention of letting him go off alone,

that you had every intention of staying by his side later on-

after your much needed quickie with him.

end notes: highkey what i wanted to happen lmao infold let me be one of your writers pls.... 🫠🫠🫠 anyways, this is my first post to welcome in the new year! 2025 will be amazing; i truly believe it. here's to a million more daydreams to come 🥰

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[cillians-sweetheart]

https://www.tumblr.com/cillians-sweetheart/772157725448847360/whos-got-fic-ideas-i-got-writers

Maybe Cills with a younger reader (25-35 ish?) and they actually decided not to have more children but she gets accidentally pregnant? But of angst but ends with fluff? Sorry very basic 😭

Not basic! Love it!! 😋 And I hope you love it too!

A Miracle Arrival - Cillian Murphy

Cillian Murphy(36) x Wife!Reader(25)

Plot: After a date night, Y/N and Cillian put the kids to bed and have some well needed alone time that ends in an unexpected surprise.

Content: kissing, slight sexual content, speak of menstruation, marriage, kids, pregnancy, emotional melt down (f), fluff

During our four years of marriage, people would expect that after a few months, our desires towards each other would just disappear and we wouldn't crave to touch each other day to day. But that wasn’t the case. In a marriage between two heavily passionate lovers meant that our love from our wedding day to today, never changed. Not even fading in the slightest.

Already at age 25, I’ve had 2 beautiful children. The perfect duo of an older daughter (Georgia), and younger son (Christian), ages three and one. Our daughter, now being able to speak full sentences, has begun to develop Cillians accent. But it wasn't surprising as she always took after him, and loved him more than me. And my son is the opposite, a mini me with his looks and attitude.

We decided after having Christian that we were done for children. Having two toddlers was difficult but also I couldn't picture myself going through labour ever again. Two was enough.

On a Friday evening, Cillians mother came by the house to watch the children for a few hours and put them to bed while he and I went out. We learned that monthly dates help keep the spark in our relationship. It wasn’t that we didn’t feel anything towards each other anymore, we just feared that someday that spark would be gone.

“So… I was thinking that after dinner, we would send mom home and just lay low in the bedroom for the night. Yeah?” Cillian offered, holding his glass of wine in his hand. .

“Yes,” I answered, reading through the menu. “I don’t really have the energy for anything fancy. Laying in bed sounds perfect.”

And that’s what we did. At first.

When we got home his mother sat in the living room reading a book, but left shortly after as we were now home. The house was silent and the kids were asleep. We didn’t waste a single moment to finally be lazy after both of our long days.

We changed into comfortable clothes, and cuddled closely beneath the warm duvet. The tv played a show we hadn’t paid attention to and the tension between us grew hotter with each passing moment. And once our single kiss became sloppy and never-ending, the tv came off. As with our clothes.

It all happened so quickly. In just seconds he was above me kissing roughly at my neck, and my legs tightly wrapped around his hips. We didn’t think about anything in the moment, nothing but wanting more from each other's bodies. The pleasure filling both of us made it almost impossible to stay quiet. I had to bite back moans, hiding in his muscular shoulder.

After the hour which felt of 20 minutes, we both fell weak side by side. I didn’t think of anything but just being ready to go to sleep in the arms of the man I loved.

A month went by and life carried on -as usual- I was ‘delightfully’ greeted by an absence of my period. Normally I wouldn’t care, but I’m a week overdue. My heart sank at the possible reason why I was like this. Why I was late, nauseated, and really hungry.

While Cillian was off at work I stopped by the drug store and to the aisle I really didn’t want to be in. With rows and rows of pregnancy tests. I looked over my shoulders and quickly scanned over the several options of tests. I picked the cheapest one to not cause suspicion on Cillian and I’s shared credit card. If it had to come to it, I’d say I bought the kids some candy.

I waited anxiously for the remainder of the day. I was terrified to take that test, but also itching to get an answer. If I were pregnant, I’d need to plan what was going to happen, and if I wasn’t I could’ve been rattled for nothing. So I took the test.

I hid myself in Cillian and I’s bathroom while he made supper for the kids. The test shook from my shaky hands as my eyes squeezed shut waiting for it to be done. And after two minutes, I flipped the little plastic stick towards me. two bright red lines.

My mind went blank. I was in shock, and felt nothing. Until a minute after the fear kicked in and I cried and puked the way I did when pregnant with Christian. All those memories of my fat, stretched skin, and agonzing contractions, came back to me like a bullet to the skull. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t afford another child, nor could my body. How would I ever tell Cillian…

It wasn’t until 5 minutes later I was able to clear my tears. Quickly, I coated my face in concealer to hide the redness to not cause worry to Cillian or our children. I put on an awkward grin and entered the kitchen to where Cillian had been spoon feeding our youngest, and Georgia putting her food everywheres it wasn't supposed to.

“Hey,” He turned his head towards me, standing straight from kneeling on the floor. “You alright?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

“Yeah I just needed to use the bathroom.” I walked past him with a napkin and wiped our daughter's messy face.

Cillian didn’t take any suspicion, and continued to feed Christian and clean the kitchen. He was always so good with them. Like he could hundreds and do perfectly fine. But there was no way I was having a third child. Because it was me that would actually birth them, not him.

After supper with the kids tucked into bed, Cillian and I sat closely on the couch in the living room watching the Tv. My legs laid over his lap and my head rested against his shoulder. His gentle hand lightly stroked my thigh. I began to remember all those feelings from earlier. The fear, the angst, the pain. Tightness grew in my chest and my face turned cold. I was frozen in my spot. Tears welding in my eyes.

My breath being held and my slight shaking caught Cillian’s attention from the Tv. Taking the remote in his hand, he turned the Tv off and turned his face down to mine.”Y/N? Baby.” He took my cheek in his hand and turned me to look at him. “What’s going on?” His voice held concern but tenderness. His thumb lightly rubbing my cheek.

“I um…” I froze up, looking down with a single tear falling from my right eye. I debated in my head with other answers besides the truth to tell him. I dreaded telling him such a thing.

“What love?” His face leaned down closer to mine with sympathy in his eyes.

“I- I’m pregnant.” My eyes fell down to my lap with shame. It became silent for a moment. An unbreakable tension grew heavy between us.

“Are you- Really?” I nodded with another tear rolling down my cheek. “Oh sweetheart.” Cillian pulled me into his chest, holding me while I broke down into the same emotional state I was when pregnant with Georgia and Christian.

Cillian lightly rubbed my belly while his other hand stroked my back.

“I don't know what to do.” I sniffled and choked on my tears. “I can’t do this… I’m already a crap mom, I- I can't have another one!” I said with irritation mostly towards myself.

“No you’re not love.” Cillian cooed, kissing the top of my head.

“But,” I mumbled. “You do so much for them… while I hide in the bathroom.”

He took my face in my hands looking seriously into my eyes. “A real mother is one who is not afraid to have her own space.”

I looked back at Cillian with adoration and nodded at his words. “I just… my body can’t go through this again.”

“Is it your body, or your mind?”

“I don’t even know anymore…”

“Well, I want you to do whatever it is that feels right. Okay?”

“Mhm,” I nodded. “But if I did somehow want to have another… would you mind?” My watery eyes glared up to his.

“Not at all love, I love our children and would love just as many more.” He grinned the same grin that made me fall in love with him for the first time. I felt the warmth and tenderness in his voice. “Do you want another?”

“Well I don’t want to get rid of this one…” I lightly rubbed my lower belly. Cillian’s hand held over top of mine.

“We don’t have to then. I’d be more than happy for another baby.” He kissed my forehead. “If there was anyway they’d turn out like our already beautiful children, then how could I say no.”

I looked up with a warm smile at him. “Oh I love you…” I said lovingly touching his cheek with my hand.

“I love you too my love.”

And nine months later with Cillian at my side, I was handed the most precious baby girl who held my every feature. My twin. She cooed lightly and her eyes twinkled open for the first time in the light. And when those little eyes fully opened, they melted with love seeing my face.

She was so perfect, an angel little girl. And everyday since the day she was born, I thanked Cillian for being the loving husband he is and teaching me to listen to my heart. Because if I hadn’t that day I wouldn’t have had this sweet girl who I later named Mila. My miracle sent from heaven.

[hornyhornyhimbos]

"One Of Me Is Cute... But Two Though?" ~ L. Alvez

Summary: When Reader spots her pregnant friend at a Halloween party, the wheels start to turn in her head. If Luke really loves her, won't he love having a second Reader even more?

Pairing: Luke Alvez x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,664

Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) unprotected piv sex, couch activities, breeding kink, Luke is kind of a mean!dom oops, nicknames (baby, brat; Luke is called daddy once), sorta implied drinking since they take an Uber home but not really, explicit language, lowk this fic was kinda rushed sorry, fic title is of course from "Juno" by Sabrina Carpenter, lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: so sorry this was not posted on time 😭 hope you guys still enjoy though!

Originally Written: 10/25/2024 through 10/27/2024

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Ever since you'd gotten in the Uber, you'd been sulking. You refused to even look at Luke, your hands staying planted in your lap instead of reaching over to hold his like they normally would. It wasn't his fault—really, no one was at fault—but you couldn't seem to help your pouty nature.

Every so often, Luke would meet you with a pout of his own, his eyes sad as he tried to figure out what exactly was the matter with you. “Baby, please talk to me,” he'd say every few minutes, and every time, you just kept on silently moping.

As you walked into your shared home, his hands landed on your hips. A soft pair of lips peppered kisses along your exposed shoulder, Luke’s silent way of trying to get you to talk to him.

Still, you weren't giving in that easily. You simply let out an annoyed huff, moving away from him and sitting down on the couch.

Hot on your trail, Luke followed, squatting in front of you and reaching to undo your strappy heels. “Okay, you gotta tell me what's going on,” he said, clearly put out despite his calm tone. “I can't fix the problem if you don't tell me what's going on.”

“Doesn't matter if I tell you,” you grumbled, nearly under your breath. “You won't fix the problem anyway.”

His eyebrows raised, his expression somewhere between serious and shocked as he registered what you'd just said. “You wanna try that again?”

A tingle shot to your core as his dominant side started to show. You couldn't deny how much it turned you on when he was mad, so you decided to press a little more. “You heard me,” you said, lips still turned downward in a bratty pout.

Luke stood back up to his full height, practically towering over you as he placed his hands on his hips. Despite his dorky mailman costume, he managed to look sexy in those mid-thigh shorts and navy baseball cap. “I know what I heard,” he said, his words still sounding calm even though his expression told a different story. “I'm giving you a chance to fix it before you earn yourself a little punishment.”

The word punishment sent heat straight through you. You frowned again, not saying anything else on the current topic as you crossed your arms over your chest.

Luke huffed, his anger finally starting to show just a little. “Do I need to fuck a confession out of you?”

Despite how tempting that was, you finally gave in, figuring you should at least try to have a civil conversation about what was bothering you. “I want a baby.”

Luke's mouth dropped open in shock, his eyes widening a little. He didn't say anything, waiting for you to continue.

“Didn't Hannah look so cute in her costume tonight?” you asked with pleading eyes. “Don't you want that to be us next Halloween?”

Some might have found your college roommate's costume a little silly. She'd somehow turned an old cardboard box into an oven and painted a cinnamon roll over her six-month pregnant belly, effectively turning her stomach into “a bun in the oven.” Hannah's husband had his oven mitt-covered hands on her the whole night, proclaiming he was the proudest baker that had ever existed.

However, something about your friend (and her slightly possessive husband) made your baby fever kick in. The thought of Luke knocking you up, the thought of him being absolutely primal with you, sent your head spiraling.

The sound of Luke's deepening voice brought you out of your thoughts and back to reality. “So you thought the best course of action would be to act like a brat until I gave you your way?”

You couldn't help the slight blush that crept its way onto your cheeks. You stayed silent, knowing whatever you said next would probably get you in worse trouble.

He knelt in front of you again, his hands slipping under your dress, fingertips dancing along the expanse of your thighs. “You know, you really don't deserve anything tonight. Acting like I've never taught you any manners.”

With a smirk, you replied, “Maybe you should teach me again.”

Luke’s lips turned upward into a smirk of his own, dragging a finger slowly over your covered core. “You really are a little brat,” he scoffed. Still, his hands slid your dress upward until your thighs were uncovered, revealing the wet spot starting to form on your cherry red panties. “I rest my case,” he said with an eye roll.

“Come on,” you said, puckering your lips outward and giving him puppy eyes. “Can't you give in just a little?”

A low chuckle rumbled through him as he grabbed your legs and pulled you forward. “C'mere, my sexy little love letter.”

Teeth grazed your thigh as his hand pulled at the waistband of your underwear, sliding them off agonizingly slowly. In an instant, his mouth was on your core, attacking you with kitten licks and dirty kisses.

Your legs instinctively tightened around his head, practically holding his face to your center. Though your hands were practically shaking at the pleasure he was already providing you with, you managed to turn his cap around backwards. Instantly, he was diving even further into your center, groaning at the easier access.

A finger replaced his tongue, slipping inside of you and curving exactly the way you needed. You couldn't help the moan that fell from your lips as his mouth joined back in, desperately tonguing at your sensitive bud. “You feel so fucking good,” he groaned as a second finger joined in, the words a low rumble against your center.

“Luke,” you sighed, his tongue leaving precise licks along your clit. Despite how good his ministrations felt, it simply wasn't enough for you. “You're never gonna get me knocked up if you don't fuck me.”

He scoffed, the hot air of his breath heavenly against your cunt. His fingers stayed inside you despite his mouth leaving your clit, his eyebrows raised as he met your gaze. “You're being a greedy brat right now.”

You started to reply, but the words were cut off as he flexed the digits inside you again, fingertips brushing over that perfect spot it seemed only he could reach. Your hands grasped at the couch cushions, trying to steady yourself in any way you could.

“You want me to knock you up?” Luke asked, his voice practically a growl. He tore his hands away from you, leaving you feeling absolutely empty as he worked on the fastening of his shorts. As he realized your eyes were fully focused on his hard-on, he demanded, “Answer when you're spoken to.”

“Yes,” you managed, nearly salivating as he pulled his cock out of those tiny khaki shorts.

He chuckled, the sound making your pussy ache more, if it was even possible. “Be careful what you wish for, baby.”

Without warning, he was shoving his length into you, giving you no time to adjust. His movements were quick, hips snapping into yours greedily. This was about him now, about teaching you a lesson and getting his own way.

“You want a baby?” he asked rhetorically, cock slamming into you as he practically held you down to the couch. “Fine. I'll give you a baby.”

Pleased whines slipped between your lips as he practically bullied your cunt. Every ridge and vein slid in and out of you, the friction absolutely delicious and exactly what you needed.

One of his hands met your center again, rubbing fast circles over your bundle of nerves, his eyes still on you to see your reaction to the pleasure. “Gotta cum first if you want me to fill you up,” he instructed, toying with your clit a little harder. “Gotta earn it.”

His filthy words and commands had you keening, your back arching off the sofa. You couldn't form words at this point, only noises that showed him how desperate you truly were. The sound of your bodies moving against each other filled the air, the scent of sex heavy in the air as skin slapped against skin.

You were close, so close to your release. The coil in your stomach burned as you inched closer to your climax, hands meeting Luke's hips and pulling him impossibly closer. “Please, Daddy. Make me cum,” you begged, your head falling back against the couch.

Luke only sped up at that, his dick hitting your sweet spot over and over. His eyes closed in pleasure, and you could tell from his expression that he was close too. He pulled your pelvis closer to his, his movements shoving you further into the couch. Hips grinded against hips, perfectly in time with the circles he continued to place on your clit.

The new angle was just what you needed to fall over the edge, your orgasm burning through you. Your veins were practically on fire as he fucked you through it, now searching for his own release.

The tiny noises of pleasure coming from you as he fucked you into overstimulation was what he needed to reach his own release. Hot spurts of his seed filled what felt like every inch of you as he finally started to slow his movements.

After a moment of you both catching your breath, Luke lifted you by the waist, holding your body close to his as he headed for the bedroom.

“What are you doing?” you managed to ask, the sound close to a confused giggle, before kissing at the small sliver of his neck you had access to.

With a smirk, he answered, “Gotta make sure it sticks, right? You want a baby or not?”

Your head fell back in a laugh, though you couldn't argue. You were both in for a long night, but you couldn't seem to bring yourself to care. You just kept on kissing his neck as he laid you down on the mattress.

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↳ Index [Day 25 - Doll Play]

Pairing: Soft Dom!Jungkook x sub!Taehyung

Genre: Vampire!Jungkook, Vampire!Taehyung, established relationship!AU

Kinks: sex on the toilet & in the bathtub, doll play, creampies, buttplug, prostate massage, strength kink, piss kink, bladder control, slight examination, praise, multiple orgasms, handjob, nipple play, frotting, bondage with a shower hose, lots of kissing, he is so gentle with him, Taehyung is non-verbal for most of this story, loving aftercare

Wordcount: 4.7k

a/n: a few people requested doll play with taekoo and I’m here to deliver hehe I also felt like adding this idea to the mix because it is fitting to the scene. ps: the entire section on the toilet is so hot to me, you have no idea

The things they did were intense. Both emotionally as well as physically. They left them shaken and beyond the ability to go again. Or so it seems for now.

Jungkook drops into the pillow, arching his back and groaning softly. He is panting heavily, skin covered in sweat and the remnants of passionate sex. His legs are still tingling, twitching every now and then as he recovers from his orgasm. His stomach feels sore from tensing it way too much. His cock is still hard, dripping post-orgasmic bliss into his messied pubes.

“Holy fuck, we just did that”, he gets out in a raspy, used-up voice, running his hand through his ruffled hair.

Taehyung lies beside him on his stomach, gaped hole leaking Jungkook’s pleasure and eyes refusing to open. He is heaving for air, skin wet in sweat and tender from the rough play. He can’t really articulate his own feelings right now because he is stiffened in submission. He knows that he is drooling and that his nose is stuffy because his eyes are constantly tearing up. His ears are ringing, there is pounding in his head and a constant throbbing deep up his ass.

“Tae?” The voice of Jungkook sounds as if spoken above water while Taehyung sinks deeper and deeper. 

A touch, that of a hand, rests itself on the nape of his neck. It is warm and gentle.

“Taehyung?” The voice is clearer but still far away. The touch travels to his upper back. 

“Taehyung baby, are you okay?” Almost. He is almost there at hearing him clearly. The touch dances along his spine then rests on his neck again. 

“Come back to me, mon cher.” 

Taehyung opens his eyes. Jungkook is looking at him, resting on his side and brows tightened in worry. They relax upon seeing Taehyung’s eyes.

“There you are. I lost you for a second. How are you feeling?” 

Taehyung nods his head.

“Yes? Good?”

Another nod reassures him. 

“That’s good to hear, chéri.” Jungkook kisses his ear, nibbling on the lobe in a relaxing manner. “You did so well. You took me like the best boy ever.”

“Doll.”

Jungkook falters for a second and then he smiles against Taehyung’s ear, whispering his next words, “like a good doll.”

Taehyung whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut in order not to cry. There are no words on this earth worthy enough to describe how good this makes him feel. Especially when it comes from Jungkook, the man who has never caused him harm nor will never do so. Jungkook combs his fingers through Taehyung’s twisted and tangled hair, adoring eyes gazing at his face. His normally pale cheeks are flushed, the makeup he wanted to wear is smudged. He is so beautiful to Jungkook. 

“Does that mean you need this kind of care?” he asks him, speaking softly and full of love.

Taehyung nods his head. 

“Well if that’s so.” A kiss to his jawline. “Let me prepare my doll’s bath. Okay?”

Taehyung nods his head.

“I love you, ma poupèe.”

Taehyung wants to compare the feelings he is on with floating on a soft cloud high above any kind of storm and where sunlight shines the brightest. It was him who taught Jungkook the French words for My Doll and confessed in the same breath that it means a lot more to him when he is spoken to in French. To be called like this right now is true heaven to Taehyung. He spends the waiting time floating on clouds and feeling high.

Jungkook announces his presence by running his hands along Taehyung’s calves. He tenses them at first, but relaxes instantly because Jungkook’s touch feels different than any other touch. He can recognise it blindly.  

“You’re the prettiest doll ever. If I didn’t ruin you like this, I would crawl between those willing, open doll legs of yours and take you again.”

Taehyung mewls and moans a second later when Jungkook pulls him to the edge of the bed by his legs. He bends them by his knees, ordering him with just a tender squeeze to keep them like this. Taehyung obeys willingly.

Jungkook puts his left hand on Taehyung’s buttocks and parts him. Taehyung feels dizzy in anticipation. Sudden pressure on his hole. He gasps, twisting the sheets and rolling his ankles.

“Relax. I can’t plug your leaking doll hole when you tense up like this.”

Taehyung tries to but can’t because he is so excited to be used like this.

“Relax my pretty one, relax. We don’t want to lose any drop of my cum on the way to the bath, do we?” Jungkook talks to him in a soft voice, circling his rim with the metal buttplug. “So relax my pretty one, I’m going to be so gentle with you. I promise.”

His loving domination is enough to make Taehyung relax. He doesn’t want to lose anything of Jungkook’s warm cum. It fills him and makes him his. Of course he doesn’t want to lose anything. Of course not. The plug finally slips inside, eliciting a whimper from him and a deep moan from Jungkook.

“There we go, such a good doll. I’m proud of you”, Jungkook praises, giving the plug a good wiggle to check for its sturdiness. 

It is intense for Taehyung because Jungkook fucked his prostate into a state of complete sensitivity. He curls his toes, hips chasing the weak fuck in hopes of getting more.

“So pretty. Fuck, you’re so pretty. It’s like you’re made to be my breeding doll”, Jungkook rasps and leans down to kiss Taehyung’s tailbone, cradling his hips tenderly, “my beautiful doll so perfectly made for me.”

He puts his arms under him and flips him, then picks him up bridal style, bouncing him until his head falls onto his shoulder to rest. 

“Such a good doll.”

Taehyung melts into Jungkook, closing his eyes. He feels so safe. He gave up complete control right now, every ounce of power lies with Jungkook and he isn’t scared. He feels safe and he heals with every passing second he spends in this moment with him. 

Despite his initial promise of a bath, Jungkook doesn’t sink him into the water first. Instead he sits him down on the toilet, keeping one hand on his lower back while he rests the other against his lower stomach.

He moves closer, lips brushing against Taehyung’s ear, and slides his hand down to the plug to pull it out. The position naturally forces it out easily, despite Taehyung’s attempts to keep it inside. He is working so hard in fact, that even once empty, no droplet of cum leaves him.

Jungkook places the plug aside and puts his hand back on Taehyung’s lower back. Then he finally applies pressure on his stomach, keeping a watchful eye on Taehyung’s cock.

The multiple creampies Jungkook left inside Taehyung start leaving him in a loud trickle. Taehyung whimpers in embarrassment, eyes tearing up and legs trying to close. Jungkook shakes his head, nudging them open and applying more pressure.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I need to make sure that you are empty before I clean you.”

Taehyung spills tears, writhing on the toilet seat as he trembles against his will. He swears that this feels almost orgasmic right now. Being forced to release the masses of cum having bloated his insides. It is Jungkook’s doing, but Taehyung swears he can feel every drop of it graze against his prostate as it leaves him. 

He reaches out and twists Jungkook’s hair.  It isn’t very doll-like of him to do, but he needs to inform him of his current situation.

Jungkook looks up, studying the ecstatic expression on Taehyung’s beautiful features. His own cock throbs a little, stomach tingling.

“Good doll. Such a good doll. Let it happen” he talks him through it, rolling circles into his shrinking stomach. 

The trickling becomes cut off and irregular as Taehyung convulses and clenches. Jungkook squeezes down harder, applying enough pressure that Taehyung shudders and releases the pee he tried holding in alongside Jungkook’s cum.

“Good doll, I’m so proud of you. Empty yourself. What a good doll.” 

Taehyung wails up, but it comes out as a croak, falling to the front as the sensations are too much. Jungkook truly controls everything. He controls when his hole should empty itself and he controls his bladder. Taehyung sobs into Jungkook’s shoulder, releasing a weak trickle of cum as his crescendo of the orgasmic sensations. 

The liquid sounds stop. Taehyung is truly empty. 

“There we go. That was intense, wasn’t it?”

Taehyung shudders, hugging Jungkook helplessly.

“Of course it was. Let’s check you just in case.” 

Jungkook lifts his limp body off the toilet bowl. Taehyung instantly wraps his legs around him, giving Jungkook the perfect position for his check up. 

He buries two fingers in Taehyung’s hole. Taehyung tenses up and mewls. He counts every second Jungkook stays inside. He scissors and twists his fingers, massaging his walls as he inspects him. 

“So I was right in my assumption. You had an orgasm right now. Your prostate is still throbbing. Good doll, you handled the cleaning out perfectly.” 

Taehyung swears he might orgasm again if Jungkook keeps talking while his fingers rub his sensitive prostate. He sometimes wonders if what he feels for Jungkook is healthy. Despite being ruined by sex, Taehyung could still - and wants to - orgasm for Jungkook. Are such feelings healthy? 

To his dismay, Jungkook pulls out his fingers, placing them under his thighs so he could stand up with him in his arms.

“Good doll. You emptied yourself perfectly.  I’m so happy to have you. Are you ready for the bath?”

Taehyung makes a little sound, feeling dizzy. The dizziness increases when Jungkook sinks him into the warm water. He writhes and shudders at first, but calms down when Jungkook cradles his face and shushes him.

“Is it too hot?”

Taehyung shakes his head.

“That’s good to hear.” He kisses his forehead, smiling at him afterwards. “Lean back for now, okay?”

Taehyung allows him to prop his body into the position of his liking. Jungkook leaves his side for a little while. Taehyung can barely keep his eyes open. The water is so warm, it smells like lavender oils and vanilla candles are illuminating the room. The feeling of cloud floating is so strong that Taehyung has a hard time not falling asleep. Which was a rather weird sensation because he was also so incredibly needy for Jungkook. Perhaps, if he dared to fall asleep, Jungkook could still continue and use him how he pleases. Taehyung wouldn’t mind. Just close his eyes. Close them. One second. Close…them.

Shuffling by his side. Taehyung opens his eyes. Jungkook returned, sitting down on the edge of the tub. He is still naked, which only adds to the intense and unbreakable intimacy they are currently sharing.

“Are you my sleepy doll?” he asks in a soft voice, caressing his cheek.

Taehyung looks up at him with droopy puppy eyes, lips parted and refusing to close.

Jungkook chuckles, “you’re so adorable. If you feel the need to sleep, don’t fight it. I promise to be gentle with you and to take good care of you. Okay?”

Taehyung nods his head softly, eyes glazing over.

“Okay”, Jungkook says and brushes his fingers over Taehyung’s lids until they fall closed. “Now relax, let me clean you.” 

He knows that Jungkook wants him to stay like this and so Taehyung obeys. Jungkook soaks a cotton pad in makeup remover and places it onto Taehyung’s eyes. He counts down from five in a whisper then wipes the messy residues of a once beautiful eye makeup look. He flips the pad and goes in for a second time. Once his eye is clean, he repeats the process with the other eye, holding Taehyung’s head still with two fingers under his chin. After the treatment, he soaks two cotton pads in the warm bath water and places them on his eyes. Taehyung exhales deeply, body growing limp in relaxation.

“There we go, relax”, Jungkook whispers, gazing at him. He kisses his forehead once and stands up so he could stand behind Taehyung and brush his hair. He goes strand by strand and with utmost care. Not once Taehyung feels tugging or pinching, only tingles and shivers which reach him all the way to the tip of his toes.

“I can’t bear to look at you like this. With your hair all twisted and tangled. I was so rough, wasn’t I?”

Taehyung shakes his head.

“That’s good to hear. You know, I try to control myself when I’m with you, I try to be civil and a patient person, but then I’m inside you and every promise I ever made is just gone. I’m so…” He trails off for a moment. He grabs a bundle of Taehyung’s freshly combed hair and uses it to tilt his head back. The pads fall off his face that way, but neither cares as Jungkook kisses his lips right here and now. Deeply and with so much love. Taehyung swears that he tastes heaven on his lips. The kiss breaks because Jungkook wanted it to. “I guess I’m so addicted to you that I lose all sense of control when I’m near you.”

Taehyung opens his eyes. He moves his mouth but no sound comes out.

“I love you too”, Jungkook says and guides his head to the front to finish his hair. Because the pads fell off his eyes, Taehyung can keep his head straight and allow Jungkook to reach the back of his hair as well. He brushes it out as carefully as he did the other strands.

Once done, he rounds the tub, sitting down on the edge again. His eyes soften, his lips curl into a smile. He cradles Taehyung’s cheek, running his thumb under his eye.

“Yeah, I’m definitely addicted to you.”

“Koo”, Taehyung croaks, trying to sit up and steal a kiss, but Jungkook pushes him back into the water.

“Not yet.”

Taehyung whimpers.

Jungkook stands up and lifts his leg to step into the water. Any kind of disappointment of being denied a kiss is gone from Taehyung’s heart as he watches the love of his entire life sink into the water with him.

Jungkook giggles and Taehyung swears that he creates new galaxies with it. Jungkook scrunches his nose and Taehyung swears new life appears somewhere in this vast universe.

“The water’s so nice wow”, Jungkook gushes and scoots closer. Their legs entangle. They are so close that Taehyung can smell Jungkook’s intoxicating breath as he talks.

“Are you comfortable? Am I pinching something? I know my legs are kinda heavy.”

Taehyung moves his lips but no sound comes out. He isn’t ready to speak yet.

“Just blink twice if you’re comfortable”, Jungkook accommodates him, rubbing his pecs slowly.

Taehyung blinks twice, lighting up Jungkook’s features.

“Good doll. I love you”, he praises and breaks eye contact to study his body under the water.

He picks up Taehyung’s left hand, lifting it out of the water so he can touch his nails.

Taehyung doesn’t like having his nails touched because people in his past hurt this part of his body a lot. They ripped them out, taking pleasure in his begs for mercy and wails of agony and only passing out saved Taehyung from more torture. Ever since that night, he feels scared when people touch his nails, but not with Jungkook. He doesn’t want him to stop, on the contrary, he wants him to continue.

“No broken nails. That’s good. I was scared that I made you twist the sheets too hard and break your nails.” Jungkook lowers his left hand and repeats the same process with his right hand. “Oh? That’s broken. Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

Taehyung shakes his head.

“I’m glad. I will fix it for you, don’t worry.” 

He reaches for the nail clippers he placed on the table next to the tub and clips the broken edge of Taehyung’s nail. Taehyung can barely even clip his own nails without reliving what happened to him. But when he is with Jungkook and he helps him fall into doll space, there is no fear in his heart. He doesn’t flinch nor inhale sharply when Jungkook clips his nails. He feels safe.

“There we go. Now you won’t hurt yourself”, Jungkook says and suddenly becomes serious, furrowing his brows, “you won’t ever have to hurt again”, he whispers, giving his hand a squeeze before guiding it to his lips to kiss the tips of his fingers. “I promise.”

He lowers his hand back into the water and cups Taehyung’s cheek. Taehyung does something a good doll would never do, but he can’t wait any longer, he sits up and kisses Jungkook before he can even as much as initiate it.

“Mhm”, Jungkook lets out and smiles into the kiss. He puts one hand on Taehyung’s chest and the other deep into his hair. “God, you’re driving me insane.”

One push at his chest and Taehyung falls against the bathtub wall. Jungkook chases him, caging him between the tub and his bigger frame. Taehyung whimpers and twists Jungkook’s hair,  back arching into his touch. 

It isn’t long into the kiss when Taehyung darts out his tongue for more. Jungkook curses and grabs the edge of the tub.

“Don’t tempt me”, he gets out. 

Taehyung whimpers, fluttering his lashes up at him. He touches his strong chest, playing with his nipples. He knows that Jungkook likes it when he does.

Jungkook growls quietly, slamming his other hand onto the edge of the tub as well. He breathes sharply, brows tight as he looks down at Taehyung.

“You are the very reason I’m so out of balance. Haven’t I fucked you enough? Haven’t I given you enough orgasms?” 

Taehyung flutters his lashes and wraps his hands around Jungkook’s hard cock. Jungkook hisses, arms and pecs tensing and head dropping so he can see what Taehyung is doing. 

“Careful, poupèe, before I decide to take on another tone with you.” 

Taehyung pumps his hand around Jungkook’s tip, mouthing his name before biting down on his lower lip. He knows that Jungkook lives for that. Eye contact, his own name spoken in bliss, lips being bitten. Jungkook is a man for simple pleasures, drinking them up like an addict. 

He growls and jumps into action. He grabs Taehyung’s hands and presses them together. He takes the hand shower head to use its hose as a makeshift rope for Taehyung’s wrists. With one push, his tied up arms are above his head, bent by his elbows and hands tangling over the bathtub edge.

“Stay still and try not to rip it”, Jungkook spits.

Taehyung whimpers, lower lip trembling and eyes glazing over.

Jungkook’s features soften. He brushes the back of his hand down Taehyung’s face. 

“I’m doing this for you, ma poupèe. You are weak and used up. I can’t fuck you again. So just let me take care of you. We’ll sleep and come morning, I can give you what you want. Okay?” 

Taehyung nods his head. 

“Good doll. Being obedient fits you so much better”, Jungkook praises, rewarding him with a kiss to the slope of his nose. He caresses his cheek. “Now the last part of the clean up is going to be intense for you, but it is necessary.”

Taehyung gulps nervously.

“Don’t be scared. I will be gentle with you. You are going to like it, it’s just going to be intense.”

Taehyung nods his head in consent, squeezing his own hands nervously. Jungkook acknowledges him with a smile then continues the cleaning process. 

He starts his touch at Taehyung’s elbows, dancing it down his arms, his chest and stomach until he reaches his crotch. Taehyung tries not to, but still moves into the touch, feeling dizzy. 

Past his cock and along his inner thighs. If Taehyung wasn’t so lost for words, he would beg Jungkook for more. But alas he can’t, meant to bear the gentle touch and not wish for more. 

“So pretty, you’re beautiful”, Jungkook whispers and caresses his hips, “I’m owning the prettiest doll ever. Can’t wait to hold you to sleep.” 

Contrary to his tender words, his touch takes on a rather sexual path. He cradles his balls, massaging them carefully.

Taehyung moans softly, hips jerking up and arms tensing. It feels so good. Jungkook feels so, so good. 

“How come they’re already plumb again? You’re more insatiable than I am”, Jungkook teases, squeezing them softly and watching how Taehyung’s cock twitches under the water. It is hard and flushed, growing more excited with each second Jungkook handles his balls. 

“Mmh doll, did I really not fuck you enough? Are you that full of cum today?” 

Taehyung bites down on his lower lip, making submissive puppy eyes at him. 

Jungkook gives up with a sigh, “what a needy doll. I wonder where all of this comes from. Are you genuinely only made to be bred and to breed in return, mhm?” 

Taehyung’s eyes glaze over, his balls throb in Jungkook’s hand.

“Maybe, you are”, Jungkook murmurs mindlessly and wraps his other hand around Taehyung’s cock. 

“Ah!” Taehyung lets out, thrusting into his fist needily. A slightly painful tug on his balls calms him down again.

“Stay still, I’ll hurt you otherwise and I don’t wanna do this.”

Taehyung tenses his body, trying to be obedient. 

“Good doll. Relax, I promise it will all be over soon”, Jungkook whispers in a breathy, seductive voice as his hand glides up and down Taehyung’s cock. “Close your eyes, I promise it won’t take long. Just close your eyes.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes back and closes them, head dropping against the edge of the bathtub. Jungkook takes in the view with a fluttering stomach. Seeing Taehyung so utterly and deeply lost in pleasure will never lose its spark to him.

“Relax, my starlight, relax”, he whispers and closes the last distance between them to do what he craves for most. He presses his cock against Taehyung’s, wrapping his hand around both their lengths to jerk them off together.

Taehyung opens his eyes in shock, speaking the first word of the evening because the connection is too grand not to.

“Jungkook.”

“I love when you say my name like this, Taehyung baby. Makes it feel so good. So fucking good”, Jungkook says and cups Taehyung’s cheek, dropping his forehead against his’.

Their eyes close, they share one breath. Taehyung moans and whimpers quietly while Jungkook answers him in deep purrs and little sighs. He keeps his hand still for now, applying a steady pressure around their cocks as he rocks his hips back and forth. Their most sensitive spots keep grinding together, forming electrifying pleasure between them. Because of how Jungkook frots with Taehyung, it feels as if he was making love to him, as if he was fucking him deep and slow in missionary while the bathwater keeps them warm.

“Does this feel good to you, baby?” Jungkook asks and Taehyung tastes every word with insatiable hunger on his tongue.

“Jungkook”, he whimpers, writhing in the restraints.

“It feels good to me too. So good. You’re made for me.”

Overtaken by his emotions, Taehyung begins rolling his hips up to meet Jungkook’s movements. Jungkook trembles, lips brushing against Taehyung’s as he opens them in a gasp. He claims the opportunity instantly, kissing Jungkook and swallowing the heavenly sighs he lets out. Jungkook purrs, tongue instantly meeting Taehyung’s and hips matching his rhythm. What they are doing is beyond description. When Jungkook rolls his hips to the front, Taehyung pulls his hips back and once he thrust up, Jungkook rolls his hips back. It results in constant stimulation to each their cocks and pleasure so electric the very fibres of their bodies tremble in bliss.

Taehyung wiggles in his restraints again. The hose knocks against the bathtub rhythmically, mixing with the sound of splashing water and their muffled moans. It is barely a background noise at first before Jungkook breaks the kiss with a chuckle.

“All I can concentrate on is this stupid hose hitting the tub. Stay still, my doll.”

“Jungkook”, Taehyung begs, fighting the restraints with more vigour.

“Stay still, let it happen”, Jungkook encourages him and slides his hand to the nape of his neck, “my good doll, I know you can do it.”

Taehyung drops his arms, growing complacent in Jungkook’s hands. His hips lose their rhythm, twitching and flinching as Jungkook fucks him deep and slow. His eyelids are so heavy but he doesn’t want to close them. He needs to look at Jungkook, needs to look at the one person who made him believe that true love is real, needs to look at the one person who makes him want to never see other people again.

Jungkook smiles at him. It isn’t big of a gesture, but it is too much for Taehyung.

He orgasms, eyes rolling back against his will and body shaking out of control.

“Taehyung, oh god”, Jungkook gets out in a pitched-voice, following him in such intensity that he drops his head against the edge of the tub right next to Taehyung’s. They rut and thrust into Jungkook’s fist, making their orgasms so much more intense because of the messy, aggressive friction between their throbbing lengths. The water is milky because of them, the air trembles in the sound of their moans.

Jungkook plops down on Taehyung’s lap once he comes down, wrapping his arms around him to hug him tightly. Taehyung can’t melt into the embrace, squeaking helplessly. Jungkook understands without needing words. He reaches over the edge of the tub and undoes the knot of the hose. The shower head falls to the floor in a loud bang and stays there for now. Taehyung sobs in gratefulness, finally hugging Jungkook how he wanted to for ages.

“Hush, it’s okay. Don’t cry, I’m right here”, Jungkook soothes him, holding him safely.

“I love you so much”, Taehyung croaks.

“Well, I love you too Tae baby”, Jungkook whispers.

“I feel so safe with you.”

“You are safe with me.”

“Please, don’t ever leave me.”

“I won’t ever leave you, Tae baby”, Jungkook promises him with a kiss to his neck. He stays nuzzled afterwards, voice slightly muffled from the position, “I can’t believe we did that. Again. How many times did we cum in bed?”

“Me four times, you three times.”

“Yeah and the one time you came on the toilet. So five times for you.”

“Right”, Taehyung has to giggle.

Jungkook chuckles, kissing his pulse point, “and yet we still ended up like this again. Seriously, we gotta get our asses straight, it’s getting ridiculous how horny we are.”

“I don’t want to be straight though. It sounds awful”, Taehyung jokes, making Jungkook laugh with it.

Still smiling, he bites Taehyung’s earlobe playfully, rasping his words.

“It’s not how I meant that, but yeah, that sounds awful indeed.”

Taehyung snickers, agreeing with a nod of his head.

“Mhm, you’re too much. Fuck, I’m so addicted to you”, Jungkook purrs, giving his earlobe a gentle tug before he continues with his neck kisses, “how was it for you? I know I promised to clean you, but that didn’t happen. Was it still good for you?”

Taehyung nods his head vigorously and stutters his words because of how emotional he feels about them, “it, it was amazing. You made, made me feel so good and, and safe. Please don’t ever change, please.”

“Well, that sounds like you enjoyed it”, Jungkook purrs and kisses his jawline inch by inch, “I enjoyed it too. I love when you’re my doll and I can take care for you. I know it wasn’t like we typically do it.”

“I moved a lot, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise, baby, don’t ever. You needed it and I just…” he sighs, rubbing the tip of his nose against Taehyung’s cheek as he continues talking, “…want to see you happy. You looked so happy tonight. I’m so glad, it’s all that matters to me.”

Taehyung whimpers softly.

“Were you happy, baby?” Jungkook asks him, fingers playing with his hair.

“I still am.” Taehyung wiggles his head until he can look up at Jungkook. “I’m with you. All my heart feels when I am with you, is happiness.”

“Oh Taehyung”, Jungkook gets out and pulls him into an emotional, loving kiss.