#but lets him go so they could continue playing cat and mouse

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boss content just keeps on giving 👁️🫦👁️

[sillymercury]

Totally Annoying and Not Funny at All

Azriel x reader

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Warnings: some swearing and suggestiveness

Word count: 6.7k (I’m so sorry??)

Summary: Azriel finds you annoying and he never laughs at your lame jokes… until he does.

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Azriel tried his best to ignore the mumbling that was sounding behind him, tune it out like he did with everything else he didn't want to hear. He sighed rolling his shoulders as he continued to shlep up the uneven rocks.

He had been stuck with you... again. He tried raging against his brother’s order, insisting he could handle a simple recovery mission on his own but Rhys didn't budge, saying, "She's a fine scholar who has studied Marestone for years, with her help you can turn a three day mission into one and a half." But being here, with you, he couldn't help the but wondering on the implications of leaving you here and ditching the mission completely.

It started when you appeared in his doorway as he was getting ready to leave, his shadows alerted him of your presence and he stopped short to give you a hard look. Maybe if he looked mean enough you wouldn't want to go, he knew it wouldn't work but he had to try it anyway.

You let out a low whistle as your eyes tracked up and down his body, "Is that a sword in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" You had a devilish smile and your eyes shone with mischief. He just rolled his eyes at the words, the same line every time you see him. Last time you asked if it was a shadow, the time before that a dagger, and the time he was carrying training equipment you asked if it was a fighting dummy.

He didn't speak to you as you sauntered through his room uninvited and landed belly up on his bed, shadows darted around your face and you giggled "at least someone's happy to see me." You pawed at the shadows as they darted through your hands, a little cat and mouse with the naughty shadows that didn't listen when its master tried to call them back.

You rolled over and watched him as he continued to sheath daggers and swords all over his body as the shadows played in your hair. "You know," you started and he rolled his eyes again, knowing it was going to be a repeating offense since he had to spend the next day and a half with you, "The Northwood mountains are relatively safe, I don't think you'll be needing all that hardware."

He didn't have to look over to know you had a stupid grin plastered on your face as you watched him. He just huffed and responded coldly, "You never know." You didn't really and he knew that, you moved through the world like it was your playground and you were put on this planet for the sole reason of having fun, never worrying about the dangers life has to offer. Must be nice not having a dirty past he thought to himself.

You returned the sentiment by huffing in response as well, the only difference of yours was light and airy and not laced with annoyance. "Your right your right," you had opted to rolling back over and kicking your feet as the shadows swished around your ankles, "I hear badgers are particularly dangerous this time of year. I might need you to save me,” you laughed at your own dramatics and Azriel cut a glance in your direction only for his eyes to catch on your feet.

With two stomps he was next to the bed grabbing your ankles, he pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, earning and excited wooo from your lips before he threw your feet over the side. “No shoes on the bed,” was all he said before he went back to what he was doing, packing his sack with anything he could possibly need for the overnight trip.

You sat up straight and the shadow moved to curl around your neck like a scarf, “Sorry, I forgot that you’re a neat freak.” You were provoking him and he knew it but he still couldn’t help himself.

“I’m not a- I’m not a neat freak, I’m just not dirty,” his tone was meant to be offensive and he felt his anger rising at the fact that you didn’t take any.

“Pfft, says the guy who notices if his knives have been breathed on… you’d hate to see my room,” you seemed to remember the fact as you said it as you leaned over and started pushing around the things on his bed side table. You smiled at your actions as you could already see his reaction in your mind, meanwhile, a shiver when down Azriel spine. He didn’t even want to imagine your bedroom, the thought made his skin crawl. The one time he was tasked with picking you up from your apartment he saw through the crack in your door that you had clothes, shoes, books, and a bunch of random nick-nacks and toys strewn about haphazardly. “And I prefer to use the term messy. Not dirty.”

He was crossing the floor to the closet to grab his night sack when stopped to readjust his night table and he cut you a glare, “Shoes on the bed is dirty,” he gave you a once over before turning to walk in his closet. You made a face at his back before putting your feet on the bed again and kicking it wildly before moving back quickly as he came out. His shadows danced around you amused and you smiled at them. Laying back on your belly you made sure to keep your toes on the floor as you passed secrets back and forth with the shadows, giggling to yourself.

Azriel pulled the sack over a shoulder and looked over at your ass sticking up in the air, his eyes only lingered for a second but one of his shadows whispered to him, smack it, and with that he used all of his willpower to pull the shadows away from their bad influence. You frowned at the lost of your friend but stood up an asked “Ready Azzy baby?”

He frowned at the stupid nickname, he told you a million times not to use it but at this point he wasn’t sure if you even knew his real name. Looking you over clocking your attire he realized you didn’t have any belongings with you other than a small over the shoulder bag and his face morphed into a smirk at the thought of you sleeping on the ground. Your eyes shone at his reaction as he leaned towards you a whispered, “Don’t call me that.”

You shivered at his proximity and said, “Sir yes sir,” he leaned back and you bit your lip as he rounded you and walked toward the door, “I do as I’m told,” your tone was suggestive and his shadows tore from his grip to dance around your waist.

He didn’t turn but you could hear the smirk on his voice, “What if I told you to keep quiet for the rest of the trip?” He knew you would have some quick quip as to why you wouldn’t but alas a boys gotta try.

The suggestiveness lingered as you said, “Well then I might misbehave,” the shadows found your response amusing as they twisted up your torso but Azriel just responded with the shake of his head.

Now here you both were climbing up the Northwood mountains in search of a cave entrance, you had found two already but a quick sniff told you that it didn’t have what you were looking for. The flight was bearable, you didn’t talk much but when you did he would just fly faster so the wind would drown out your voice, you caught on and opted to spend the flight quietly leaning your head on his shoulder.

Being completely honest you liked Azriel but after your first meeting you knew he didn’t like you and never would, so the quips started off as a defense mechanism but you realized his shadows liked you and they seemed to love your teasing and playfulness so you settled for that; it also helped that Az looked so cute when he’s angry.

If Az was being honest he didn’t totally hate you, you were cute and your wit was unmatched but it was so much easier to act uninterested and distant.

At some point during your hike you were asking Az if he had heard the song that had been looping in your head, “Have you ever heard ‘Pl-“ was cut off by a swift no. You rolled your eyes and droned on and on about how you loved it and it was so amazing. You gave him a sample of what the song sounded like but since their wasn’t any lyrics you were just making noises with your mouth, you definitely weren’t doing the song justice and you knew he would find it terribly annoying but you couldn’t help yourself. You were just about to stop when he sent his shadows to muffle your voice and the act alone fueled you conviction so you kept going.

He had to use his entire mental capacity to force his shadows to quiet you, they didn’t want to because for some unholy reason he couldn’t discern, they liked the sound of your voice. They liked you in general but then again you were the only other person in the world who would talk and interact with them.

The mumbling stopped and he thanked the mother herself as he recalled the shadows that were quieting you but when he didn’t hear your footsteps he whipped around to scan the scene. For a brief second he thought with his luck you might have fallen over the side of the mountain, and he questioned whether that would be good luck or bad.

Instead you were face down in the dirt, he almost laughed at you splayed out on the ground like a starfish but stifled it and he walked over and nudged your arm with his foot. You rolled onto your back and stared directly at the sky, “I fell,” you said simply.

He bit back his laugh again, “Yea?”

“I was wondering how long it would take the Spymaster of the night court to notice, turns out 11 seconds.” He looked off into the distance so you wouldn’t see his smile, regaining control he looked back down but he couldn’t hide the amusement in his eye.

He shrugged down at her, “I guess your little friends didn’t see fit to tell me.” You sighed as you held out her hand, Az didn’t put much effort in trying to lift you but when you were dead weight he pulled harder. In that half second that he put all his force into pulling you up you brought your foot to his chest and pushed him over your head causing him to hit the ground with a thud.

You laughed heartily and he just stared at the sky listening to the sound. “Good one,” his voice was flat and that made you laugh harder. Rolling over you propped yourself up with your arms to witness the damage, it was his turn to be splayed like a starfish and you laughed so hard you thought your stomach would bust.

He tilted his head back to catch a glimpse and your smile was so broad he wondered if your cheeks hurt. He turned back to the sky and clocked the myriad of colors that dusted it, he had probably about an hour until sunset. He also propped himself up and scanned his surroundings once again, his shadows read his mind and told him this was as good of a place he would find to make camp. “It’s getting late, we should probably set up camp for the night.”

You moved to sit with your legs crossed and face the man who had his back to you. “Okay! What should I do?” Your not a camper, in fact you’ve never slept outside of a well established shelter with heating and cozy beds. For some reason when Rhys told you the trip would be overnight it didn’t even cross your mind that you would be sleeping outside.

“How about you just sit there and look pretty,” Az said as he got up and dusted himself off. You smiled at that, not only was it as close to a jest as he’s ever gotten but it’s also the closest to a compliment.

“Well I can definitely do that,” you leaned back onto the ground using our arm as cushions as watched the clouds glow as they moved across the painted sky. Azriel got to work, he collected sticks and logs to build a cozy little fire and catching a couple of small rabbits for food. He rummaged through his sack to pull out a pan and a pack of veggies to heat up with the meat before he pulled out his sack and tossed it to the side to unfold later.

When you smelled the food cooking you perked up and moved to crouch next to him and watch; you hadn’t even realized you were hungry until the smell hit. He looked at you out of the side of his eye, you were practically drooling as you stared at the food meant solely for him.

“I take it you didn’t pack any food,” he knew you didn’t, that’s why he caught the extra rabbits, he practically had magical foresight when it came to you. A vision of you begging for some of his food had him laughing to himself as his shadows did the hard work of catching the small creatures.

You purses your lips in thought before, “Oh!” You rummaged through your small bag and pulled out a baggie mixed with nuts, berries, and chocolates. “I brought trail mix, I’ll share if you do,” you sung the last part as you shook the baggie near his face.

He pushed the bag away lightly while shaking his head, “Fine. But I only like the chocolates,” it was a lie, he liked nuts and berries too but he had a feeling the chocolates were your favorite part so he opted to give you a taste of your own medicine. You grunted as you plopped down on your butt and mumbled a fine, whatever mostly to yourself. He smiled knowing you couldn’t see it as he finished cooking.

You two mostly ate in silence other than you offering up random facts about whatever popped in your head like how wombats poop squares or how peanuts can be used to make explosives. Azriel just nodded at whatever you said not admitting out loud what he didn’t know or what he found interesting. He offered you some of his water which turned out to be a mistake as you drank over half of it, he thanked his gift of foresight that told him to pack multiple canteens.

When you guys finished eating you both brushed your teeth with what was left of the water and Azriel was glad you at least packed your toothbrush even though you forgot toothpaste. Twilight was upon you when you finished, he rinsed off the dirty pan with the second canteen and shoved it to the bottom of his bag before rolling out his sleep sack. The corner of his eye caught you watching, awkwardly sat on your hands, lips pursed like you wanted to speak but were holding yourself back.

“Don’t even ask,” he said without looking at you as he slipped off his boots and the top layer of leather to reveal a tight fitted gray long sleeve.

“Oh come on! You don’t even have a second blanket?” When Az shook his head you groaned heavily, he made a slick comment about preparing better for overnight trips and you shook your head as you pulled your knees in close. “I didn’t know we’d be sleeping outside, I guess I assumed we’d have beds out here.”

“Oh yea,” Az said he climbed in, “Most mountains have rooms you can rent out, with heating and plumbing too. This one must just be defective.”

You couldn’t even be mad, he was making jokes, for the first time since you met him. All of your chipping must’ve cracked his icy exterior enough to make him open to shoot quips back at you. You thought about what else you might be able to pull from him as you curled into yourself on the hard ground with only your arm as a pillow.

It didn’t take long for the temperature to drop after the sun was completely gone and with the wind picking up the now small fire wasn’t doing much to help. Azriel couldn’t get to sleep, not with his shadows buzzing in his ear, she’s freezing, her lips are turning blue, she can’t feel her fingers. Not to mention your teeth chattering so hard he thought he would soon hear a crack. He got up and moved over to where you were attempting and failing to sleep and nudges your arm with his foot.

You rolled over to look at him and your lips were in fact tinged with blue, part of him felt bad at the sight as he purposely left his blankets just to spite you. “Go sleep in my sack.”

“Are you sure, what about you?” You sat up and looked at him to make sure he was serious, the light from the moon that shone on his face didn’t illuminate any semblance of a joke.

“I’ll be fine. It’s like you always say, I’m super hot,” you laughed at his words as you quickly moved to his sack.

“Thank you Azzy baby!” You called as you slipped off you shoes and windbreaker before sliding in, it was warm and it smelled like him and you let out a soft moan as you instantly felt warmer.

Az had wrapped his wings around himself in an attempt to make a barrier and the more he sat there the worse he felt for leaving you to the elements. You knew that despite what he said he would be just as freezing as you just were and you debated for a few minutes before speaking.

“You know this sack is big enough for two people,” you knew he was awake but when he didn’t answer you tried again, trying your hardest not to sound like a desperate creep, “I’m just saying, body heat will reduce the amount of heat loss. Survival 101.”

Az was freezing but he sat for a second as he debated whether or not to climb into that sack, how annoying could you be in your sleep? When a gust of wind blew against his back he just said screw it and silently made his way to you. He kicked off the untied boots before climbing in with you.

You kept your self from immediately scooting towards his warmth and let him get comfortable first. In a true gentlemanly fashion he offered his arm as a pillow and you silently swooned as you accepted it, he also brought he wing down over your body and it acted like a second blanket. Snaking your arms around his waist you tangled your legs with his and to your suprise he never stoped you or pulled away, in fact his other arm was secured around your middle. With his warmth and his smell shrouding you, you fell asleep quick and easy, much better than any bed.

Az didn’t sleep so easy, your body pressed to him was indeed keeping him warm but he wasn’t used to sleeping with someone like this. He had his share of lovers but he was never a cuddler and it didn’t help that you moved around a lot in your sleep, kicking him occasionally. With the moon higher above your heads he looked down at your sleeping face.

Though you still were finding a way to annoy him in your sleep, your state had him softening. Your skin looked so soft and pristine in the light from the moon and the hair pooled around your head glowed like a halo. You plump lips were slightly parted and you produced a light snore that had Az smiling to himself. He brought a scarred hand to caress the skin on your cheek while the arm that you layed on bent so he could twirled your hair, you let out a happy moan at the contact and he smiled as his hand took on a mind of its on. Trailing you from your cheek to your jaw, down the column of your neck and back up to swipe the soft skin of your lips.

You shifted and turned, he brought his hand back afraid he woke you, but when you just nuzzled your face deep into his chest he felt his heart jump. You inhaled his scent deeply and that seemed to settle your restlessness, his jumping heart felt a tug and he froze for a second. Looking down at you he couldn’t believe it, he felt around his heart and it wasn’t snapped but he was sure it was there.

“No,” he breathed as he looked at you wrapped around his body, “no way.” His shadows seemed excited by the revelation as they chanted yes, yes, yes, like they already knew. He wondered if the bond snapped for you already and that’s what you had been whispering to his shadows about, the thought made him shiver. He had been so cold and distasteful, you were a good fae and deserved better than that, you deserved a male who laughed at every stupid joke.

You registered his shiver in your sleep pulling him tighter to you and the simple thoughtless action made his eyes prickle. He held you tightly, memorizing the way your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. He held back his tears by inhaling your scent of honeysuckle and roasted wood, with a gentle kiss on your brow he closed his eyes and promised his nosey shadows that he would be nice tomorrow.

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Az was still asleep when you woke up, you didn’t want to move and even if you did you were trapped by his strong arm and wing. But you were content to stay like this forever, gazing up at his sleeping face. His tan skin was smooth and his nose and cheekbones were decorated with freckles, you brought your hand up to hover over his face, ghosting over the lines and ridges. His hair was tousled from sleep, falling like dominoes across his forehead and his plump lips were pouting . You let out a deep sigh as you pulled your hand back, why do you torture yourself this way. You wiggled around attempting to move away from him but your efforts were futile when his arm pulled you tighter to his body, he grunted as he turned his head to nuzzle into your hair.

Your stomach was doing flips at the action and you had to remind yourself he was asleep, the action was subconscious. You pulled your head back and laid your face inches from his and watched him breathe. His long eyelashes fluttered open and the first thing his golden eyes caught was you, the faint ghost of a smile touched his lips as his eyes roamed over your face. You smiled bright at him, “Good morning shadowsinger, is that a breakfast sausage in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

For the first time since you met him he chuckled lowly as he rolled on his back and stretched his arms behind his and, “aaand you ruined it.” You laughed as he watched you from the corner of his eyes and you sat up to looked directly at him. He must be in a good mood because he wasn’t scowling at you, in fact his face had an ease you’d never seen, he was positively yummy in his sleepy daze.

“My bad,” it was your turn to stretch since you were finally free from his iron grasp though his wing stayed splayed across your legs, “didn’t know there was anything to ruin.”

Az brought his fingers up to grab the ends of your hair, mindlessly twirling it around his fingers while you did the same to his shadows that excitedly came to greet you, “Your actually bareable when you sleep, you don’t talk and ruin it.” He meant his word as a joke but something clicked for you. Azriel is quiet and calm, he would probably prefer someone like him, maybe if you weren’t always badgering him for attention he could reciprocate your feelings. “Except for the fact that you’re a kicker.”

You laughed as his shadows danced away and you leaned back against your hand to look at his face again “Yea I probably should have warned you, my sisters refuse to share a bed with me for that exact reason.” When he didn’t look away or move your turned your attention back to your hands, the softness in his eyes was too much and you worried for your conviction. You reached out a finger to dance across the top of his wing which instantly retracted at your touch. He grunted as he moved to sit up, “Im sorry, I didn’t- I shouldn’t have-“

“Its fine,” He shook his head as he pushed the top of the sack off his body and made a move for his shoes, “I just don’t want to hear any more breakfast sausage jokes.” He smirked over his shoulder and you blushed at his suggestive tone, only able to nod as you noted the sensitivity of Illyrian wings. You pushed yourself up and grabbed your shoes as well before getting ready to hike again.

When your teeth were brushed, hair tied, and you finished reliving yourself Az had successfully packed up the rest of the camp as stood waiting for you. You began your hike and this time you remembered to keep your mouth shut, no suggestive jokes, no terrible singing, and no random facts. Just silence as you found another cave that didn’t have the distinct smell you were looking for. “I think we need to be higher up,” You said as you craned your neck to look up the mighty mountain that still lied ahead, “You could fly us up there and we could work our way down.”

He adjusting the sack on his shoulder and looked at you like you had a secret he was trying to figure out, after a few seconds of you shifting under his gaze he spoke, “Its fine,” he followed you eyes up the mountain, “I don’t mind walking.”

“Well I do,” you huffed walking up to him and wrapping your arms around his shoulder as you willed yourself to keep your eyes on the mountain, “my feet are killing me and I’d rather have a real bed tonight.” You didn’t mean for the first time you spoke since this morning to have a bite to it but you couldn’t help it, forcing yourself to shut up all day was like shaking up a beehive and then telling them they have to remain calm. You were buzzing under the surface but you hoped he would write it off as crankiness. Az got the message and just nodded, he scooped up your legs and shot into the air. You watched his powerful wings that your fingers itched to touch, instead you pressed your mouth to his shoulder and watched silently.

He landed near the top where the safe part of the trail ended and when he started walking without putting you down you pulled back to look at him, “You can put me down now.” He smirked at your words and tossed you up slightly to readjust you tighter against him.

“You don’t want to walk, I don’t mind walking,” he shrugged against you and you wanted to say ‘if you like me just say that’ but you bit your tongue as you were determined not to be annoying today. You just shook your head and put your mouth back to his shoulder, watching the sky over his back. “What? No comment?” When you shook your head he chuckled airily, “Must be my lucky day,” you could hear the smile in his voice and you just closed your eyes shaking your head lightly.

Az had tried to talk to you a couple times, recalling random facts you’ve told him or telling you his own. Each time you would either have a short response or just hum, channeling him and the way he reacted to you. You figured whatever your doing must’ve been working as he seemed much lighter and happier today, that hurt a deep part of you.

Az knew there was something wrong, you weren’t you, but he figured you must’ve been tired or cranky from the uncomfortable sleeping situation and all the walking. You were a scholar used to plushy couches and central air, you were totally out of your element. He eventually stopped trying so hard to get you to talk, he wanted to be good to you and that included reading the signs and not prying.

Eventually he came across a cave and when you hopped out of his arms and smelled the inside you were hit with the smell of rotten milk, you were in the right place. You beckoned him and as soon as he stepped in he started waving his hand in front of his nose, “Wooo, smells like Cass after too much dairy.” You bit your lip to hide your chuckle as you continued deeper into the cave, “Oh come on, that’s totally something you would say, I don’t even get a chuckle?”

Without turning around you just said “Ha ha,” in as stale of a voice you could muster, “Your almost as funny as me.”

Az’s small laugh echoed off the cave and your stomach turned as you memorized the formula; don’t speak too much, make jokes when prompted, keep a cool demeanor like him. “There she is,” he mused, and before he could go on you spoke.

“And there it is,” the smell was so pungent it was like the glass of toxic milk was right under your nose. You pointed up and thought a small whole in the ceiling there was sparkling lights shining through. Marestone despite its awful smell had a beautiful luminosity and many applications, it was embude I’m most magical technology as well as cured to be used in different medicines. The potent material would last for years as a single rock could be split between a hundred different uses.

“Give me a boost,” you said putting your hand on his shoulder and lifting your leg for him, he just looked at you dumbly.

“I’m not sending you up there,” he shook his head and moved your hand.

“Well your not gonna fit,” when he cut you a look your raised your hands defensively, you both knew it was true. There’s no way the big Illyrian warrior with the mega wingspan was fitting through that hole.

“Okay and what happens when you fall? Or the integrity of the cave gives out under you?” He put his hands on his hips in a mock attempt to show sincerity and you matched his movement.

“Ye of little faith,” you said wagging a finger, he just smiled. “Are you trying to extend this trip by another day? They grow on the ceiling, it’ll take forever to find another cave with rocks lower down.”

He just shrugged, “Okay,” he turned to walk away and your attempt to stay cool was thwarted when you groaned loudly.

“Fine, if you won’t help me up I’ll find my own way,” you started pawing at the cave wall, trying to find any wholes or cracks you could use to pull yourself up.

“Okay okay, with my luck you’ll kill yourself trying,” he came over and put his hands on your waist as he guided you away from the cave wall and easily lifted you up towards the whole. When that didn’t work he sat you on his shoulder before lifting you again at the knees, you stretched to reach through the whole and hoisted yourself up, sitting on the edge you had your feet dangling down towards Azriel who kept a hand on your ankle and watched from below.

You pulled out one of the four sealed canister and began pulling the soft rock out of the ceiling and filling it up. It didn’t take long to fill up the first, second, and third canister. The fourth is where you ran into trouble, you’d grabbed all the stone close to you so the rest was slightly out of reach. You pulled your ankle out of Azriel grasp and placed in on the other side of the hole as you stretched your body to reach the stones.

The canister was nearly full when your foot slid, “Are you okay? Can you reach it?” You called out letting him know you were fine and almost done, you moved to grab the last bit you could see when your foot slipped completely and the force dragged your body out of the whole.

Like the knight in shining armor he his Az caught you before you could hit the floor, clutching the glowing canister to your chest you stared up at him in awe. Sure, he would’ve caught anyone that fell but the way his arms were tight around you and his breathing ragged as he searched your face had your heart lurching.

When he caught you it snapped fully for him, you were his mate and there was no denying it. He felt like time slowed and all he could do was stare at your face, memorizing everything he missed before. He pulled on the bond and felt it was one sided and that caused his heart to surge, all of your flirting was because you wanted to and not because of a premature snapping of the bond.

Clearing your throat you jumped out of his arms and dusted yourself off before tucking the canister away. You mumbled your thanks before moving to the exit of the cave.

“Thanks?” He said genuinely sounding confused as he followed you, “No swooning and calling me ‘your hero,’” mocking your voice on the last part which earned him a scoff from you.

“I do know how to be serious Azriel”

“Yea but why would you want to? And since when do you use my real name?”

“Because I don’t want to make this trip miserable for you, and that was a stupid nickname anyway.” You squinted and used your hand as a shield when you stepped back in the sun, Az on your heels.

“Miser- what are you talking about?” He grabbed your wrist and turned you around to face him but you couldn’t meet his eyes so you just shook your head and looked down.

“Nothing, it’s- it’s nothing at all,” you tried to pull your wrist back but his grip was like iron. Your breath hitched when an unexpected and gentle hand traced your jaw and stopped at your chin, lifting your head up and bringing your eyes to his golden ones.

“If it’s making you upset then it’s not nothing,” his hand slipped to cup your cheek and your delusion allowed you to lean into the touch, reveling in its warmth. Your eyes fluttered closed and for a blissful second you let yourself believe he cared, “Talk to me baby.”

The pet name had your eyes flying open and suddenly the spell was broken, you pulled his hand away and pushed him back. The hope his simple actions had given you had you biting back tears, “Don’t call me baby. I’m not a child that needs coddling,” you spat out your words like poison on your tongue

“No I’m not-“ he tried to step forward but you matched him with a step back.

“I know Azriel, I know you don’t like me. I know you find me unbearable and annoying. I know you can never like me for who I truly am,” the tears were getting harder to push back, “Today when I acted different you seemed so much happier but that hurts more- it hurts more than your cold glares because I like you. Every since I met you all I’ve wanted is to make you laugh but-“ you were cut off by your own hiccup and your balled fist came up to wipe your tears but his shadows beat you to it.

Like a flash of lightning he was on you, cupping your cheeks and staring with wide, scared eyes. “No, no, no,” his words were soft when he tilted his forehead down to meet yours, your hands instinctively tried to pull on his wrists but he held true.

“Baby,” his low voice called to you and you closed your eyes tight as more tears fell, “Baby please don’t cry. I’m sorry, this is all my fault.” Your eyes opened again when his voice cracked and you could see he had his own tears he was fighting to keep at bay. You never thought you would see him look so sad, so broken.

“I was so mean to you, I tried to block you out and push you away because you’re everything I’m not. Your bright and fun and so damn happy, I couldn’t figure out what you saw in me and the fact that you even liked me so brazenly made me hate you- but not because of you or who you are but because of me and all of the shit I’ve spent centuries running from.

“You are not the one who has to change, I am. I’m so so sorry I ever made you feel like the real you wasn’t good enough, it’s so much more than enough. I’ll spend forever proving it to you.”

Tears were still clouding your vision so you blinked quickly to let them fall before you brought your hands to his face, moving your head back so you could inspect him. He was serious, and that made your heart jump like it was trying to leave your chest and fly into his. You just shook your head when you brought his lips down to yours.

It was like throwing fresh meat to starving lions, the originally soft kiss dissolved into a mess of frenzied passion and primal hunger. His hand tangled into your hair pulling your head in while the other pressed your bodies together firmly before tracking the curves of your body. Your hands were just as wild as they moved between pulling the hair on his nape to clawing his shoulders and neck. When his tongue darted out to swipe across your bottom lip, it snapped.

You flew back out of his grasp and stared as your one hand felt the lips that were now swollen and the other was on your heart that was now being pulled towards the man in front of you- to your mate. Azriel was your mate. You almost didn’t believe it, tugging on the bond to make sure it was real. A laugh left your lips when he tugged back, twice. Stepping back into his arms you kissed him again, slower this time as you memorized the way your lips molded together.

“You’re my mate,” you said breathlessly when you finally pulled away. He smiled down and nodded, you were grinning like a kid in a candy store. From the moment you met him he was all you ever wanted and now you could feel the bond that tied your hearts together, the string that always pulled you to him even before you knew of its existence. You wished you could find the mother and thank her personally for the blessing that was looking down at you with pure unbridled love and sending his feelings of adoration down the bond.

“That is if you’ll have me,” his arms circled your waist and his nose moved to the column of your neck, brushing up and down as he breathed you deep into his lungs. He hummed lightly before going on, “Can you forgive me for being such an asshole?”

You smiled to yourself, “I don’t know Azzy baby, I think you’re going to have to make it up to me.” A playful growl bubbled up as he lightly nipped your throat, earning him a surprised yelp.

You ended up feeding him some of the trail mix you made and the frenzy kicked in at your newly accepted bond. It’s safe to say you two didn’t make it home that night, or any night for the next month as you basked in the joys of being mated.

A/N: AHHHHHHHHHH my first fic😭

It felt a little rushed and slightly juvenile but I had so much fun writing her. I hope if you enjoyed it and if you hated it… no you didn’t tf?

Lols but srsly I love genuine feedback and if you got this far I LOVE YOU!!

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[juicesgf]

𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 — 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧! 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧

кเик†๏вэя, 𝓭𝐚𝔂 ⑤

𝘊𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨

The soft sound of a mouse clicking filled the air as Jacaerys played some game, a headset over his ears as he yelled at his friend’s on the other side. Y/n let out a soft giggle as she listened to him let out a meaningless complaint, her eyes lingering on the way his hands moved across the keyboard, how fast they had been moving.

A smile formed on her face as she watched him turn his head to flash her a smile, removing his headset from one ear so he could hear her, “Are you okay baby?” He questioned, ignoring the snarky teases Aemond and Cregan were speaking.

“Mhm” you hummed, moving yourself off his bed and standing by his side, running a hand through the back of his hair, staying clear of the headset.

Jacaerys let out a content sigh at the feeling, he always loved when you would play with his hair, it had been one of his favorite things. You couldn’t help but watch as his grip on his gaming chair tightened at the feeling of your nails scratching his scalp, the strange feeling you’d always get while looking at him forming between your thighs.

You leaned your head down, placing a small kiss on his neck, your nails still comforting his scalp as you continued to play with his hair. Jacaerys quickly muted his mic as he looked over at you, “Baby” He groaned as you placed a kiss on his jaw, “They will hear” He whined, his grip tightening on the chair.

“So stay quiet, please, Jacey. Need you” you murmured placing yet another kiss on his jaw, moving your free hand over the bulge that had now formed in his sweats. “Please?”

“Fuck, okay.” He groaned, lifting his hips up and pulling down his sweats and boxers, letting them rest on his lower thighs.

You let out a giggle as you slipped out of your panties, having only been wearing one of his oversized shirts. You quickly made your way over, spitting in your hand so you could get him wet and make the stretch easier. He let out a hiss as you did so before you lowered yourself down on him, wrapping your hands around his neck as he umuted, the sound of Cregan asking where he was filling your ears now that you had been so close to the headphones.

You tried your best to hold in a moan as you moved yourself, feeling him hit something deep inside you as you did. “Still.” He whispered low enough so only you would hear it. You let out a small huff but did as he said, staying still and resting your head in the crook of his neck, the feeling of just being this close to him giving you a sense of calm.

“On your left, Cregan!” Jace had shouted and tensed up causing his hips to thrust up and his length to go further inside you, earning a whimper in return as he quickly apologized. “Who are you apologizing too?” Aemond teased through the headset. “I kicked Y/n’s cat on accident.” Jace lied, muting his mic quickly, “Baby, m’ sorry” He murmured, groaning slightly as you sucked on his neck.

“I need you” You spoke, your words slurred as you continued sucking down on Jaces neck causing his hips to continue bucking up every once in awhile, giving you both what you need.

“One more round, princess, I promise.” He spoke before unmuting himself and shouting at Aemond, the sound of the boys laughter filling your ears.

Just as he said the moment the round ended he turned the game off muttering a quick goodbye to his friends before he threw the headset off and grabbed onto your waist, bucking up into you, his cock filling you perfectly.

[sleepw-me]

BF HEADCANONS HQ ࣪ ִֶָ☾.── .✦

Haikyuu version SFW

t.kageyama⸝⸝ ♡ Definitely winter is his favorite season, when you are his girlfriend he will definitely want to do some winter activities with you, such as walking around the city with a nice composition of Christmas lights. building a snowman in his yard. Throwing snowballs at each other and taking you to a nice cafe for hot chocolate.

k.tsukishima⸝⸝ ♡ We all know by now that Tsuki likes music, I'm sure he would share his headphones with you so you could listen to music together at school. When you're at his place, you just spend time with him, while he's doing his homework and you're hugging his dinosaur-shaped stuffed animal, and there's some music playing in the background. He made a playlist for you, but at first he was embarrassed to show it to you, there were songs he associated with you.

t.yamaguchi⸝⸝ ♡ During the lesson, when he gets tired of listening to the teacher, he will start drawing cute hearts and flowers in the corners of your notebook with colored pens, and if you let him, he will draw a whole meadow on your hand. You can give him your shoes to decorate them nicely with colorful flowers and drawings.

d.sawamura⸝⸝ ♡ He probably didn't know what princess treatment was before, he was just well brought up and everything he does comes easily to him, he thinks that's how you should treat your ladies. When your shoe is untied, he kneels in front of you and ties it for you. He carries your shopping, your handbags too, but not in his hand, as if he was ashamed that someone would see him with your women's handbag, he literally throws it on his shoulder and walks with it just like you would.

a.azumane⸝⸝ ♡ He has long hair, so he always has a rubber band on his wrist, so if you need it, he will lend it to you and even tie your hair for you.

s.hinata⸝⸝ ♡ This sweet little orange bun remembers the smallest details about you, even if sometimes you feel like he's not listening anymore and you stop talking, he immediately encourages you to continue. He remembers every detail, your favorite number, your favorite and hated color, the name of your first cat and he will even remember the names of your entire family if you mentioned them.

k.kozume⸝⸝ ♡ He found the perfect person to cuddle with, it's you!. Expect that if you have a large sweatshirt, he will stick his head under it and play games. When he plays on the computer, he will invite you to sit on his lap and either watch him play or teach you how to play one of his favorite games, it's funny when she controls the mouse and you control the keyboard, you will definitely hear him chuckle when something goes wrong he will succeed but he is very patient.

t.kuroo⸝⸝ ♡ Sometimes you meet at his place to study for chemistry, then he wears his black glasses that make him look so good. If you don't understand a topic, he will teach you and if you answer correctly, he will give you a juicy kiss. If you need a break, he will bring you something sweet.

r.suna⸝⸝ ♡ He will definitely take a lot of photos of you to keep the memories. You will be his private model, he definitely has one of your photos where you are drooling on the pillow while still sleeping on his wallpaper. On his phone you will find the stupidest photos, for example your 0.5x photo. Until the prettiest ones, the ones where you smile so beautifully at him.

a.miya⸝⸝ ♡ Listen, I imagine Atsumu calling you very early in the morning to go to the beach with him. He will definitely take a few photos of you in your swimsuit, but most of all you will have a great time together, sunbathing or swimming, he will pretend to be a shark that wants to eat you so that you run away from him. When the sun is not so bright anymore, he will play beach volleyball with you, laughing when something goes wrong, but then he will teach you, he promise.

o.miya⸝⸝ ♡ He will invite you to his kitchen so that you can bake or cook something together and have great fun. So what if there's flour everywhere or something spilled on the floor, you'll clean it up later and now Osamu is busy kissing you while you wait for the dough to be made.

k.bokuto⸝⸝ ♡ If you stayed overnight at his place, don't think you'll sleep late if you wake up easily, because he'll start doing his morning stretches, doing push-ups, and encouraging you to sit on his back. He will sometimes ask you to join him, but you have barely woken up, but if you join him and stretch together, you must know that he will slow down on purpose so that you can keep up, he will be very happy.

a.akaashi⸝⸝ ♡ This sweet boy will read books to you but he will also be more than willing to listen to your voice if you read to him. He likes it when you lie on his lap and play a game while he rests the book on your head and you sit in comfortable silence.

k.sakusa⸝⸝ ♡ It's no surprise that this guy takes great care of himself and is glad that you do too. His favorite activity is when you spend the night at his place and do your skin care together, he likes it when you put a mask on his face and massage him gently.

[agendabymooner]

SOMETHING DEVOURED !!! JENSON B. X FEM!READER (18+)

summary: oh it’s just— you know… jenson was a starved man after their date.

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), did not proofread this, made this thirty minutes ago, use of explicit language, pwp, pussy drunk!jenson (!!!), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, squirting + overstimulation, little praise kink, terms of endearment, blurb

note: y’all wrong asf for pushing me back into the jenson button rabbit hole 😭 now i’m here (s)creaming. enjoy xx

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to some, stripping the other person off while you remain dressed was considered unfair. 

it was a good thing that jenson button wasn’t just “some” person. in fact, he couldn’t care enough whether he was dressed or if his shirt’s buttons were half done. 

he couldn’t find himself to care about the state of his greying blonde hair. he couldn’t care less about the liquid that trickled down his stubbles. 

not when he was on his stomach, lapping up on her throbbing cunt as he moaned incoherently. her hand grabbing onto the back of his head as if she was trying to pull away. he wasn’t about to have that. 

she looked so good on their date, he could admit. but after she played footsies with him while she whispered the filthiest words in his ear about not wearing any knickers under her dress, he couldn’t stop himself from paying the check and pulling her out of the restaurant. 

he just had to have her. he wanted to devour her. he wanted to taste her after they both played cat and mouse for months.

she merely welcomed his lust with open arms— or well, with open legs. 

now here she was, crying with tears falling as she babbled about feeling too much.

too much orgasms had passed by and he still wouldn’t stop lapping up at her clit and tongue fucking her entrance. she felt overstimulated— all from his mouth. 

“god you taste so good, darling,” he murmured as he continued eating her out, his cock stiff in his pants as his hips rutted against the mattress. 

“jenson, ‘m gonna—“ she sobbed. “fuck~ ‘s too much!” 

he hummed around her clit, vibration sending her mind to spiral as he praised her, “you’re doin’ so good f’me, baby. stay still.” 

“m— hm, ah,” she cried out, her legs shaking and wanting to close around jenson’s head. yet she persisted, not wanting to suffocate the man as her heels dug against the mattress. “fuck! jenson, i’m cumming again—“

“yeah? you’re cumming again, baby?” he growled against her mound, his fingers sliding up and down against the lips of her cunt before he began fucking her with them.

he curled his fingers and massaged the sensitive spot inside her, his lips wrapped around her clit as he continued to massage it with his tongue. 

“so good, so good,” she mumbled as her eyes rolled back, her body convulsing as she whined loudly. “jenson, ‘m cumming! fuck! hah~ fuck~”

“let go for me, baby,” the sounds of squelching filled the room as he began to finger fuck her faster, his head pulling away from her cunt as his eyes brightened at the sight of liquid shooting out of her. she just squirted again. for the third time. 

he let out a deep chuckle as she eased off her orgasm, her body calming down as he finally pulled his fingers out of her. 

liquid dripped down his fingers as he sucked them dry, letting out a sigh of satisfaction as his lust blown pupils peered down at her.

he kissed her hard, tongue tangling with hers as she moaned quietly. “d’ya taste yourself, sweetheart?” he smiled, “so good, no?” 

“mhm,” she murmured. “so good.” she wasn’t referring to herself, but rather the euphoria that she felt from being devoured for three hours straight.

“don’t worry sweetheart,” he chuckled again before his hand slid down to unbuckle his pants, “gonna make sure you’re gonna cum in my cock too. i’m pretty sure you can handle it, my darling.” 

[anachronismstellar]

What about Wei Qingwei? 👀

hehehHEHEHE WHO IS READY FOR SWORD PUNS-

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"Thrity percent."

"Ten percent."

"Twenty five percent."

"Five, and if you keep pushing, I will give you nothing at all." Shang Qinghua slammed his book closed, the threat like a sharp knife being held over Wei Qingwei's dreams of a new forge.

"The Immortal Allience Conference is coming soon, I need a new forge to make new weapons," Wei Qingwei said as if his argument couldn't be refuted. Better start sooner than later, right? Even stubborn Shang Qinghua couldn't find fault in a point like that!

"Wei-shixiong," The An Ding Peak Lord rubbed his hands all over his face, smearing ink on his cheek as he gave the biggest sigh Wei Qingwei ever seen someone give. "I understand your frustration and your anxiety to start things now, believe me, I know," Shang Qinghua gestured at his entire desk, a chaos of papers and parchments, some of them covered in numbers so tiny it hurt Wei Qingwei's eyes to look at them for too long. "But as you can see, everyone wants a head start, and as we have discussed, many times I may add, the Immortal Allience Conference budget will be given next year. And is no one's fault-" Then he paused, mumbling something suspiciously like "but your own", only to continue with a smile. "That your disciples blew up a forge. Again."

Wei Qingwei crossed his arms, tapping his fingers. It annoyed him to no end that his lie had been caught before he could use it, but something nagged on his mind that the money wasn't actually the problem here.

He had heard... Stories. You see, blacksmithing could be really boring. When you're waiting for a new ore shipment, or when one had nothing to do besides polishing metal (hehe) again and again, what one could do besides gossiping? And the last big whisper among his older disciples had been too good for him to ignore.

Long night meetings with Zhangmen-Shixiong, visits at odd hours to a certain bamboo house, doctor's appointments in the middle of the night while being perfectly healthy... One had to be stupid to not connect the dots.

The quiet as a mouse, shadow of twelve peaks, Lord Shang Qinghua fucked. And he must be pretty good at it if the types like Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu came back for more.

Another thing that wasn't hard to see was how stressed the man looked. To be honest, Wei Qingwei doesn't remember any time Shang-shidi was not stressed. Maybe it was because they met only during meetings. Or when he went to ask for money. Hm.

What Qi Qingqi said? Something something vinegar and bees and honey? Maybe he should try another strategy.

"This one would like to apologize to his Shidi for the insistence. But maybe I could bid on a final offer?" And Wei Qingwei didn't curl his finger on his hair because he wasn't that shameless, but he wasn't ashamed to pull his sleeves up to show off some muscle, leaning forward to let his outer robes slide just enough to show his clavicle.

Shang Qinghua stared.

"Very well, a final offer," he agreed and then proceeded to pretend to organize his desk, taking a glance or two at Wei Qingwei's neck.

"Shidi goes back to his first ten percent advance deal," Now Wei Qingwei knew he was laying on too thick by Shang Qinghua's snort. Still, he didn't back off, winking as he said: "and I can craft something special for you."

"Hmm..." Shang Qinghua moved more papers around, pulled his collar as he took another peek at Wei Qingwei's chest. "I do have some projects in mind that would require Wei-shixiong's expertise..." He hesitated for another moment, slowly laying back until his back hit the panel behind him, one of his hands going to his sword, playing with the tassel like a cat about to catch a mouse. "Also, it's been a while since I've polished my sword. Would Wei-shixiong consider putting that in his offer as well?"

The next day...

"I swear to Heavens, your hair is possessed by something. What did you do to make it so knotted?" Qi Qingqi was being delicate, mind you, she would never be less than gentle, but she also couldn't resist pulling the curls a little bit stronger than she would. Served Wei Qingwei right for making her spend an entire morning taking care of his curly creature.

Also, Wei Qingwei's dreamy sighs were starting to annoy her. He was acting worse than her teenage girls!

"I went to talk to Shang-shidi yesterday," he said as if he wasn't almost vibrating to share how did it go.

"And?" she rolled her eyes, pulling her comb just enough to make him hiss. "By the look on your face he agreed on giving you more money."

He started laying back on her, but before he could ruin all her hard work on the lower part of his hair, she hit him with the comb. And it was a testimony of how smug he was that his only reaction was to laugh, eyes creasing into two half moons, smiling like a sly fox.

"He gave me something alright."

She stopped mid movement blinking once then twice, mouth opening in a surprised gasp.

"You didn't."

"Oh I did."

"I can't believe you did it."

"I can't believe how huge is his-"

"Stop!" She hit him again with the comb, and then a second time. She didn't need that image in her head the next meeting, thank you very much!! "Shut up! I don't wanna hear it!"

"Ow, ow, alright I'm sorry!" He apologized but kept laughing, no, not laughing, giggling like he were about to kick his feet and start making plans for a wedding.

She loved him, but. Ew.

"How is he that good?" She wondered out loud when they finally calmed down and went back to controlling Wei Qingwei's hair. "He looks like he's about to faint half of the time, and the other half, he's crying about us being mean to him."

"I have no idea, but he's growing quite the reputation. But it does make sense after you think about it. And!" This time she couldn't hold him in place, Wei Qingwei turning around so she could see him wiggling his eyebrows. "Explains a lot why a lot of lords were blushing last meeting. You know the voice he does? The bossy one?"

She dropped everything to cover her ears, closing her eyes as well so she couldn't even read his lips. "I don't wanna hear it!!"

That send Wei Qingwei into another fit of giggles, throwing his head back while covering his face with both hands.

Qi Qingqi didn't understand, honestly she didn't want to understand. But her best friend was having fun, so if she sent a blessing on Shang Qinghua's way, that was between her and the Heavens.

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Aaaaaand Wei Qingwei had his turn! :D I wanted to make it more naughty but I'm at work and djahskfjskdks Everyone here knows English so- LETS JUST SAY I WORKED ON MY POKERFACE TODAY

Bonus points for Qi Qingqi!! :D

There you go anon <3 I hope you enjoyed!! Also, the demon curly hair Wei Qingwei hc is from @artsarasp comic here!!!

[mermaidgirl30]

✨Run Rabbit✨

A/N: This idea literally came out of nowhere today, so I had to hurry and write it real quick! This idea is based off the song “Run, Rabbit Run!” by Flanagan and Allen. The song would not leave my head, and then I got this image of Joel chasing reader through an abandoned mansion. This one is a tad bit dark, but I hope you enjoy! If you liked this work, please think of reblogging and leaving me comments 🩷 Thank you to @ozarkthedog for being my beta 🥰

Summary: At the beginning of every month, you meet Joel to play a little game of hide and seek at the abandoned mansion near Jackson. It’s not just any game of hide and seek though. It’s dark and it’s twisted. If he catches you, he gets to do whatever he wants with you.

Pairing: Dom! Joel x fem! reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY MDNI)

Word Count: 4.1k

Tags: Possessive Joel, hide and seek, cat and mouse, Joel chases reader until he finds her, Jackson! Joel, outbreak! Joel, smut, fingering, oral, unprotected p in v, cream pie, dirty talk

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The air is suffocating, the black walls are covered in regret and years of cigarette stench. The dim lights seem to shine down on you like a spotlight as you run as fast as you can through the lavish house. You can hear him calling you, stalking you in the dark shadows like a starving dog hunting to devour fresh meat. 

   “Can’t run from me forever, darlin’. You keep on runnin’, but I’ll eventually find you,” he chuckles as his deep voice reverberates around the echoing halls. 

   You cover your mouth, keeping your body down as you run run run past the expensive statues and monumental paintings of the abandoned mansion. Your throat is on fire the longer you run, your body aching like that of a dying man on his last breath of life. Your legs feel like they’ll give way at any second, but you have to keep going. You can’t give up. Not yet. Not when he’s right on your tail. 

   Tired. You’re so very tired, yet you keep running. Dragging your hollow body down the vine covered corridors of the wide hallways as you gasp for fresh air in your watered down lungs. 

   You fly around a narrow corridor and nearly trip yourself on a bed of dark green vines that bite at your ankles, threatening to take you down as Joel draws closer to you. 

   You can feel his overbearing presence, can taste the whiskey that bleeds inside his thick veins, can feel his large body already crowding yours as if he’s already caught you. He hasn’t caught you yet, but you know he will. He always catches you. 

   This was all a game. A dark, twisted game that started on a cold night in December. You remember the first time he chased you, the first time he tore through all your clothes the minute he captured you and devoured your entirety on that pitch black night. Now, every first Saturday of each month you’d meet him back at this abandoned mansion to play his little game. He called it hide and seek, you called it a deadly game of cat and mouse because you were the mouse, and cats always caught their prey. 

   It’s like you two are stuck in a never ending dance, two souls completely consumed in the other as you spin in circles until one of you collapses. You shouldn’t keep coming back, shouldn’t want to play his dark little games, but yet you come. Every single time, you come, unable to face the reality of a month without his touch, his taste, his growls. You’d let the man do as he wanted because how could you resist those charming, big brown eyes? You couldn’t, you just couldn’t. You were a moth drawn to a flame, and he was the brightest, most dangerous flame of all. Something you wanted to forever be branded by.

   Joel Miller was a fucking menace of society, but he was your menace. So you’d continue the game until one of you stopped breathing. 

   “Where are you, little lamb?” he calls as your breath scorches the vine covered walls. You continue running, twisting around dark corners, running down stone steps, and hiding behind crimson curtains. 

   The next wooden door you come upon is locked tight. No amount of shaking the golden handle or hurling your body into the door will make it budge. You turn your head from side to side. The only way out is from the way you came. The hallway that he is in. Fuck. 

   You gulp down a silent breath and make a run for it, even though you know he’ll be there waiting like a prowling wolf. 

   You take careful steps down the marble hallway and sneak around the cold corner until you see his dark silhouette shining against the reflective flooring. You gasp as your eyes go wide, but before you can run he reaches out a long arm and clasps tightly to your wrist. 

   “There ya are, little lamb. Thought you’d get away from me this time?” he smirks as he wraps his calloused fingers tightly around you and tries to pull you in. 

   “Haven’t caught me just yet,” you laugh as you somehow manage to slip out of his grip and make a run for it. 

   You run down some slippery stone steps and end up at the back of the mansion with vine covered long corridors and twisting mazes of green bushes. You run as fast as you can as the wind sweeps through your long hair, letting the brisk wind set your adrenaline on fire. 

   You manage one glance back and see just how fast he’s creeping up on you. He’s like a lion running after a gazelle, the hunter about to attack the prey with its bare claws. And he will destroy his prey. 

   You take a few more steps, but then you feel a hand claw at your shoulder. He takes you down on the hard floor as you come crashing down to the pit of your doom. Pain radiates through your body, but you brush it off as you crawl forward, trying to escape the man that will take you as his own. 

   “Where do ya think you’re goin’, pretty thing?” he asks darkly as he wraps a hand around your ankle and tugs you in his direction. You hear a squeak escape your mouth like a trapped mouse that just got caught by a giant cat. 

   “I’m running away from you,” you answer back as you kick and try to squirm out of his reach. 

   He obviously has other plans because he drags you back underneath him and turns you flat on your back as he pins your hands above your head, his hips and large thighs caging you in so you can’t break free. He won this round, like he always did. 

   “Didn’t think I’d catch you so soon, little lamb,” he chuckles deeply as the weight of his body hangs over yours entirely. 

   “You just caught me off guard,” you sigh as you see his dark chocolate eyes honing in on yours. They’re so captivating, so damn pretty that you can’t look away. He’s so gorgeous even when you should find him intimidating. 

   “Now you’re mine,” he smirks as his chocolate eyes become darker, more blown out as he hovers his plush lips over yours. “Just what am I gonna do to you tonight, hmm?” he asks as lust fills the void of his dark eyes, making you squirm with anticipation already. You know what you want. You want him. 

   “Maybe I should be a little rough with you, hmm? That what you want?” he asks with the tick of his sculpted jaw, his thick eyebrow raising as he looks at you like he just won the most valuable prize in town. 

   You shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t be feeding his sick mind as he plays his dark games, but you can’t help it. You want it just as bad as he does. You want him to be rough with you. 

   You look at him with wide eyes and smirk right back at him, challenging his dominant side to give in. “So be rough with me,” you whisper back. 

   You see his dark eyes grow large with need as he huffs out through his nostrils. “Open,” he demands as he grabs a hold of your jaw and squeezes, just enough for your lips to part open slightly. He bends his head down and inhales deeply as he spits into your mouth as you feel the warm spit cover your tongue. 

   “Swallow,” he growls as you fully oblige. You close your mouth and swallow as you taste his spit slide down your throat. All hot and moist as you taste him in the back of your throat. And somehow you think it’s so goddamn hot. 

   “Good girl,” he praises as he shifts his weight down and starts unbuttoning your faded denim jeans. 

   “Now, you’re gonna be a good girl for me, right?” he asks as he starts to drag the denim down your legs, feeling a wave of slick slide down your lace panties as your adrenaline kicks in. 

   “Mhm,” you nod as you watch him strip your legs bare, next going to tear off your sticky pink t-shirt while he hovers over the fine lace of your bra, his calloused fingers circling your back as he slowly undoes the clasps. 

   “Gonna let me taste every inch of you, little lamb? Gonna let me fuck you till you can’t take anymore?” he asks as he undoes the last clap and slowly starts to slide the bra free, leaving your full breasts exposed to the chilly night air. The only thing left is your slick covered panties, and then you'll be completely bare. 

   “Yes,” you breathe as he cups your breasts and slides his tongue along the crook of your neck, all teeth and tongue as he nips and bites at your flesh. 

   You can’t help the burn, can’t help the absolute need that courses through your body as his weight encompasses your chest. His hot breath bleeds into your lungs and it’s as if you can breathe fresh air for the first time. His woodsy, whiskey scent makes you dizzy as he slides his wet tongue along your bottom lip as he hovers his weight above you. He’s like a wolf that comes to feed on you in the night, and you’ll gladly let him devour you whole. 

   He snakes his hand down your abdomen and slides his hand underneath your ruined panties as he presses his thumb in between your folds, collecting slick as you groan at the feel of him spreading you wide. 

   “Open up, darlin’. Wanna give you a taste,” he whispers. He slides his thumb in your mouth, and you press your tongue around it, tasting the sweet saltiness of your own arousal as you let it slide down your throat. 

   He opens his mouth and sucks the rest of the slick off as he moans at the taste of you in his system. “You taste so fuckin’ sweet, darlin’. Wanna just eat you up,” he groans as he hovers his lips back over yours, inching closer and closer until you’re practically begging him to drop down on your lips. 

   “Please,” you whine as your hands fist at his green flannel shirt, desperate for him to get closer to you. 

   “Please what?” he smirks as his dark eyes weigh into yours, pools of lust overflowing the edges as his pupils now expand into complete darkness. A predator about to eat his prey up entirely. 

   You have to use all your strength to get any words out, desperate for his touch. “Take me, all of me,” you plead as your eyes search his black pits that burn you alive. 

   “Oh, sweetheart. I’m gonna take it all,” he smirks. 

   Before you have time to respond, he drops his lips on yours and fists your hair as he tugs hard and pries your lips apart as he slots in his wet tongue. He glides his tongue against yours and circles your mouth as you moan against him and drink his whiskey breath down. 

   He breaks apart from your mouth and nips playfully down your neck as he kneads your breasts together. His tongue comes down to circle each nipple, bringing them to life as they harden and pebble for him as you writhe underneath him in pleasure. 

   His experienced hands are everywhere, burning your skin alive as he skates his calloused fingers up and down your glistening body that’s now caked in sweat. He shoves your legs apart and slides the lace down your legs as he sits back and examines your entire naked body that’s on full display just for him. Glistening skin and slick coated folds splay out in front of him, and he looks like a mad man the way he’s looking at you. 

   His nostrils flare as his eyes grow wide, the big black pits scavenging your body as he drags a hand through his thick salt-and-pepper scruff as he groans out a heated response. “Goddamn, little lamb. You’re so fuckin’ wet and ready for me. I can hardly stand it,” he moans as he slides between your legs and pushes your thighs apart, his calloused fingers spreading your folds apart as he spits down in between them and starts running meticulously up and down your open folds as he starts circling your clit slowly. 

   You moan and writhe underneath his fingers, but he just presses a big hand to your stomach and holds you still as he works his fingers up and down your soaked pussy. And it feels so good that you want to crawl out of your own skin as the flames alight in your lower regions. 

   “Fuck,” you moan as he licks a thick strip from your dripping hole all the way to the top of your clit as his nose brushes against the coarse hair that sits above your clit. He inhales a large whiff of you as he groans and wraps his arms around your thighs as he holds you down against the cool ground. 

   “That’s right, little lamb. Gonna have you screamin’ my name by the time I get done with you,” he chuckles darkly as he dives back in. 

   His tongue devours you as he slides it up and down, drawing tight circles around your throbbing bundle of nerves as he sucks you deep into his mouth. He glides his middle and ring finger into your dripping hole and works them in and out as he curls up and hits your spongy walls again and again as his tongue feasts on your clit and his fingers go knuckle deep into your pussy. 

   Your eyes start to roll back as your head hits the hard floor, your body feeling like it’s floating on a cloud as hot heat starts to slide down the base of your spine. Close, you’re so close. Almost there. 

   He growls up at you as he demands your attention right now. “LOOK AT ME,” his voice echoes off the vine covered walls as his dominance sheds through the dim light of the hallway. 

   Your eyes snap up to find blown out dark pupils looking up at you as he sucks you in his mouth expertly. His nail beds dig into your thighs as one of his fists sit knuckle deep in your pussy. You’ve never seen him so wild, so much like a starving wolf that it makes more slick slide down his fingers as he pumps in and out of your drenched walls. 

   He pops your bundle of nerves out of his mouth as he gives you one more long lick as he growls up at you with pure dominance in his words. “Come for me, little lamb. Want ya to scream my name, tell me just who’s makin’ you feel good. Come on, darlin’. Show me how you break,” he smirks as he quickens the pace of his fingers and drops back on your clit as he circles circles circles until you’re seeing stars in your vision. 

   “Joel, I’m gonna… gonna,” you whine as you feel your orgasm start to break apart. 

   “Go on. Come for me. Be a good girl now and obey,” he growls as he pulls you back into his mouth while his fingers press up into the spongy walls as you feel yourself coming hard for him. 

   You clench up around his fingers and feel slick start to rain down his fingers onto your thighs as you throw your head back and scream his name as your moans echo through the long, dim lit corridor. Your body feels like white noise washing through it as your toes curl and your fingers slide through his tousled curls. 

   He groans as your fingers dig into his scalp while he licks up every inch of spilt slick in between your thighs. You feel your high start to come down as you take nice, deep breaths and focus on the buzzing in your ears. 

   Joel sits on his knees and views the mess that he made in between your legs as you splay across the floor with your legs still wide open for him. He must enjoy the view because he can’t keep his hungry eyes off you. 

   “Such a good girl, you know that? Now, gonna let me take ya all the way? Gonna let me fuck ya now, sweetheart?” he smirks as he starts unbuttoning his green flannel shirt, undoing the buttons quickly as he slides it off his thick arms and throws it in a heap next to the vine covered wall. His rock hard abs sit glistening in the night light while a happy trail of dark, coarse hair sits just above the waist of his jeans in a v shape. It makes you want to get on your hands and knees and crawl to him as you beg to have just a little taste of him.

   “Yes, please. Fuck me,” you moan as you push your breasts together as your center feels on fire for him. 

   “Oh, I’m gonna fuck ya deep, little lamb,” he smirks as he knits his eyebrows together in concentration. 

   He unbuttons his dark jeans and threads the leather belt through his belt loops while he shoves his jeans and boxers down his legs while he stands and hovers over you with his hard cock hitting the base of his hairy stomach as the tip sits weeping and swollen, just waiting to get inside you. 

   You lick your lips together and stare at the swollen tip as saliva starts to coat your mouth. You can practically taste the salt on your tongue, can almost feel the precum sliding down your throat as you beg him for just one more taste. He looks so delicious, and you want to just eat him right up.

   He smirks down at you as he sees you staring at his thick cock that screams your name. “Want a taste, little lamb?” he smirks as you nod your head mindlessly. 

   “Get over here then and do somethin’ ‘bout it,” he demands as he pulls you up by your hair and plants you on your knees in front of his large body. 

   “Go on then. Let me see how good you can choke on this cock, darlin’.” He flashes his pearly whites at you and wraps his fingers around your hair as you take your hand and start sliding it up and down as you spread the precum all over his thick length. 

   You lick the tip lightly and swirl around slowly as you tease him while your hand works up and down the base of him. “Fuck, there ya go,” he groans as you take him inside your mouth as you taste salty goodness drip down your throat. You take him deeper as you choke on him, feeling the drool coat his cock as you go back and forth on him slowly. 

   He grabs tighter to your hair and starts to fuck up into your mouth as you feel him bottom out at the base of your throat as it constricts around his thick length. You choke and gag around his length as he deep throats you over and over again. Your vision blurs as the tears lick at the corners of your eyes, but you don’t care. You love when he chokes you out, when his cock is deep in your throat as you hear his stifled moans get caught in his throat the more your mouth deep throats him. 

  “Fuckin’ Christ,” Joel growls as his thrusts become rougher and deeper, enough to where you’re gagging on your own drool as it coats your mouth as he slips deeper inside. 

   Before you think you can’t take anymore, he releases his cock from your mouth as a bead of drool connects from his tip to your lower lip as you choke for air with his fingers still firmly wrapped around your hair. 

   “Good fuckin’ girl,” he praises as he releases you and shoves you back to the ground as your back his the cold floor. “Now spread those legs, sweetheart. Gonna fuck ya nice and deep now,” he instructs as he spreads your legs and gets down on his knees.  He throws your legs over his shoulders and lines his cock up with your folds as he slowly slides the tip up and down your folds as your spit on his cock collects with the messy slick in between your legs. 

   “Jus’ relax now, darlin’. Let me help fill this pretty pussy up,” he smiles as he shoves his cock through your folds and fills you up. 

   You gasp at the stretch, he’s so fucking big that you never quite get used to the stretch. There’s a tinge of pain, but mostly you’re so full of him that all you can focus on is how good he’s making you feel. He fucks up into you deeper as he bottoms out inside you over and over again. 

   His body hovers over you as his lips nip against your neck as he slides in and out of you faster faster faster as you start to feel wildlife burn through your whole body. He folds your legs in half like a pancake as he fucks deeper inside you, making your walls squeeze his large length tight as you get close to your second orgasm. 

   You study his appearance, focusing on his knit eyebrows that are sewn together in concentration as he loses himself in you entirely. Sweat sticks to his forehead as his curls stick together in the glistening sweat. His broad back is flexing and tightening around you as your nails claw his tan skin, making him moan into the shell of your ear as he licks against the edge of your ear with thick pants leaving his mouth. 

   You kiss along the edge of his jaw, nipping at his scruff as you moan his name eagerly into the base of his ear as he speeds up his thrusts, bottoming out again and again until you can’t take it anymore. 

   “Joel, I’m gonna… fuck, I’m gonna come,” you pant out as he presses his forehead against yours. 

   “Come for me, pretty girl. Let me feel ya,” he commands as he thrusts up inside once twice three more times until you’re squeezing his cock with your walls and pouring yourself all over him. You moan his name and scratch your nails down his back as he moans back in satisfaction. 

   “Oh, that’s a good girl,” he praises as he continues rutting up inside you until he’s choking for air with his own tongue. 

   “Christ, I’m gonna come. Fuck, I’m gonna…” He doesn’t take long till he’s shooting thick ropes of come inside your walls as you feel warmth bubbling all inside you. He takes a minute to let it all out, releasing all his spend inside you as you breathe in his whiskey coated scent. 

   “Fucking hell, sweetheart. Can’t get enough of that sweet pussy,” he groans as he pulls his cock out of you and lets his spend slide down your milky thighs. 

   He collapses onto his back and pulls you into his side as you wrap a leg around his waist and inch your head up to the crook of his neck as your arm wraps around his broad chest. 

   “Some game, huh?” you pant as your exhausted body splays over the entirety of him. 

   “Some game,” he agrees as he rakes his fingers through your messy hair and kisses the top of your forehead as you relax all your weight into him. 

   “Think there’s ever gonna be a day where you won’t catch me?” you ask curiously as he smiles down and shakes his head at you. 

   “No, sweetheart. I’m always gonna catch you. Even if I have to run a couple miles to get to you. I’ll always catch you, my pretty girl.”

   You smile as he pulls you tight against his body, and you spend the rest of the night just lying on the floor in the abandoned mansion where this all started in the first place. A twisted game that ended in two lovers running back to each other again and again. 

   Maybe some games aren’t meant to be played, but this one was specifically made for you and Joel. The cat and the mouse who started off running away from each other, but it ended with both of you falling apart together. 

Tagging some mutuals who might want to read🩷 @milla-frenchy @vividispunk @littlevenicebitch69 @jasminedragoon @morallyinept @mountainsandmayhem @dugiioh @pedrostories @syd-djarin @laurrrra @joelmillersblog @joelmillerisapunk @amyispxnk @msjarvis @lotusbxtch @untamedheart81 @littlemisspascal

[fiendishfables]

I would love to see this- Lucifer is the strongest entity in Hell, and it turns him on like nothing else when his lover wrestles him for dominance. He will go straight up feral over that.

Lucifer Morningstar wrestling his S/O for dominance...

Headcanons + Drabble

warnings: nsfw, hints at degradation, mentions of blood, biting, scratching, power-dynamics, rough(er) love

words: 806

a/n: I had way too much fun with this- thanks for this lovely, unique ask, I hope I did it justice! It was a bit difficult for my pee brain to come up with things to write, but the people need to be fed; here is your feast

✡ It's hot, its rough, and it's primal

✡ Ideally, Lucifer never tended to like it when anyone challenged his authority, no matter what over

✡ But if you, his lover, did so, he had the benefits of being able to take you however he pleased after you get the chide out of your system (with consent of course), knowing damn well how much it riles him up

✡ When the two of you wrestle, its almost like two wild animals, fighting for a meal that could very well end up being your last before a harsh winter rolls in

✡ It doesn't take long for his demon form to make an appearance during your steamy game, allowing him a decent advantage over your regular strength capabilities; you often call him out for 'cheating', but seeing him in such a feral state turns you on like nothing else

✡ You can feel him getting hard the first few minutes of your rough-housing, telling you all you need to know about how much he really enjoys doing things like this with you. His deep, guttural groans are hard to ignore, his wings flaring up as they batter your body with feather-light touches

✡ His claws and fangs are really coming out now. His claws are dug deep into your skin, leaving light (yet effective) scratches on your skin, as he watches the blood well up on the line of the cut, proceeding to then lean down and let his forked tongue lick off the excess mess his claws left behind

✡ Bite marks will litter your body, blood complimenting those areas as well. The stinging sensation they leave can not go unnoticed and they only help add to the different emotions you are feeling in the current moment

✡ Having someone to challenge him, both mentally and physically, gets him going; its admirably hot how you continue to protest that you could take him down if you wanted to, and he likes seeing that smug, confident smirk of yours turn to one of pure pleasure and ecstasy as he proves you wrong, over and over again

✡ Knowing he holds the most power possible for a being in any hellish realm, makes it all the more fun when you try and downgrade that title, even if just in the slightest bit; it's your own little game you like to play with one another, a common game of cat and mouse, or rather, Devil and prey

✡ Lucifer is ravaging your body, fully claiming you this time, letting you know that there is no one but himself that can hold this power over you; it reminds you that he will always be in charge one way or another, no matter how much you question

✡ In the long run though, you both love these feral moments in your relationship, getting to express your shared love for one another even in such a strange, somewhat brutal way

✡ He loves fighting for his right to dominate you, and he never fails to claim it.

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The heavy panting and notable scent of sweat on the pair of your bodies seemed to go unnoticed, as the two of you were locked in both an intense staring contest, and a physical fight between your bodies; fingers were locked together, arms continually pushing at the other in an attempt to overthrow them. Your bare skin rubs against each other feverishly, his hard cock still buried deep within you from earlier.

"Do you really think you can overpower me in a battle for dominance, darling? I suggest you give in and just let your King take care of you."

His voice was smooth, soothing almost, aside from his heavy breaths filling your ears. He still sounded like an angel to you all the same.

A feral one.

The two of you had been at this now for a good half-n-hour, trying to secure your position as the dominant party in the sheets for the night, but Lucifer had you pinned underneath his own pale body at this point, using the enhanced strength from his demon form to keep you where you were.

The fight for dominance had been over just as soon as it had started; you both knew this from the beginning.

No matter if you were to be above or beneath him, he would always find a way to end out on top of it all, including yourself.

And by all the Gods, if that didn't make him even sexier in your eyes.

You would easily give yourself up to Lucifer whenever he wanted or needed you; there was no doubt about it and you both shared that same knowledge.

But maybe, if this is where challenging him for dominance got you, then you'd have to indulge in the action more often.

[finalgirllx]

Brat tamer! Theo Nott has taken up my headspace for quite some time now. I hope I captured half the feralism the very idea of it has evoked within me in this short excerpt. warning: a brat/brat tamer dynamic is a well-laid-out kink relationship between two consenting parties. don't claim i didn't warn you, and you are responsible for your sex education/consumption. enjoy! MINORS DNI | f! reader implied | consent is everything

Brat tamer! Theo was captivated by you from the moment he discovered how well you matched his banter. When it came to verbal sparring, you kept him on his toes, your fiery attitude bewitching him. This captured his interest and made the cat-and-mouse game of your relationship more exciting.

Brat tamer! Theo couldn't fathom how so much fucking sass could emanate from someone who effortlessly shifted their expressions from wide, devious grins to alluring doe-eyes, coupled with a saccharine-sweet voice that nearly drove him to the brink of delirium.

Brat tamer! Theo continued to be enthralled by your wit every time you told him off or teased him. Once, you scolded him for gawking at your ass while strolling past the library shelves, and he had to covertly readjust his trousers to conceal his raging erection. He knew he was a goner after that. Ever the romantic.

Brat tamer! Theo's biggest dream was realized the night you finally dragged him to his dorm with a hand latched onto his loosened tie after a night of partying. 

Brat tamer! Theo quickly realized he was in for more than he bargained for when your hookups became regular. A handful of times in, he cooed assurances in your ear as he thrust inside of you, wanting to know if he was being too rough. In response, you guided his hand to your throat and told him to be rougher.

Brat tamer! Theo discovered between those hookups and day-to-day banter that you enjoyed, no, not just enjoyed, but you really wanted him to let his frustrations out on you during sex.

Brat tamer! Theo is astonished by this shocking motivator behind your attitude. He is more turned on than he could articulate when he finally realizes you're nothing more than a brat begging for punishment. 

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Brat tamer! Theo always has his hand on the small of your back as you walk together, reminding you to go where he guides you.

Brat tamer! Theo gifts you a necklace with the letter 'T,' a romantic gesture to the unsuspecting eye, but a silent proclamation between you to indicate who you belong to.

Brat tamer! Theo places a strategic hand on the back of your neck to warn if you're beginning to step out of line or run that mouth of yours a little too fiercely. He smirks when you clench your thighs together, knowing the small show of power was enough to make you aroused.

Brat tamer! Theo knows precisely when to weaponize his dark-blue eyes to send a shiver down your back. You learn which expression serves as a warning and which means you're already in heaps of trouble.

Brat tamer! Theo is an expert in dirty talk. He constantly switches up his language, knowing the back-and-forth is a key player in the fun of a brat dynamic. Still, he has a few old, reliable favorites that weaken you in moments. 

"Is that so?"

"You should watch yourself."

"You wanna finish saying that?"

"I'm going to take care of that attitude of yours."

hoooo. breathing break. okay.

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Brat tamer! Theo's extra tie becomes incredibly handy once he discovers they could double as your personal set of restraints. They're highly versatile, really. He uses them to tie your wrists behind your back, sometimes to the bedframe, or even roped over your mouth as a gag when his cock isn't an option.

Brat tamer! Theo's biggest kink is impact play, and it shows. He is liberal in his judgments of what calls for a spanking because he loves to watch the recoil of your ass after his hand lands hard against it. He loves to see the marks form because they prove you have learned your lesson and serve as a branding to show you belong to him.

Brat tamer! Theo likes the traditional route of using his hand to spank you, but he doesn't mind getting creative. He'll use a paddle, a ruler, and his wand if he sees fit.

Brat tamer! Theo tends to switch to speaking in Italian when extra frustrated, the switchover becoming a tell that you won't be able to walk after he's done handling you.

Brat tamer! Theo has no problem punishing you during class, making you sit with him in the back while his fingers tease your cunt.

Brat tamer! Theo warns you not to make a sound, or you'll get it ten times worse at his dorm. But he always knows how to expertly maneuver his fingers to coax the noises from you, guaranteeing he'll be able to exact that rougher punishment.

Brat tamer! Theo loves throat-fucking that spitfire mouth of yours and ordering you to thank him for the opportunity to gag on his dick and swallow his release. 

Brat tamer! Theo fucks every last bit of that back-talk out of you, one hand maintaining a bruising grip on your waist while the other keeps your face pressed into the pillow as you babble muffled pleas for him to allow you to cum around his cock. 

Brat tamer! Theo is merciful and, in the end, cares about your pleasure as much as, if not more than, his own. So he grants you permission to cum. And then he makes you cum again. And again. For good measure.

Brat tamer! Theo showers you with praise and tender aftercare once finished. He makes sure you're okay and that everything that happened was as enjoyable for you as it was for him. It was. <3

[thepastdied]

Do You Feel It p.2 (18+)

Word Count: 5.5k

MDNI. 18+.

Part One <- I’m not happy with how this came out (literally wrote it at 3am) so you can skip it if you want I guess. I added some things in p2 that aren’t in p1.

sadistic!crazy!virgin!eddie munson × reader

tw: cnc (kinda? you're basically playing cat and mouse)

Eddie hungrily crawled on top of you and crashed his lips into yours, groaning as he opened his mouth and huffed out a maniacal laugh. You could feel his breath at the back of your throat from how hard he was breathing, vibrating right down to your core.

"I told you you'd give in, didn't I? Look, you even spread your legs for me… I didn't even have to ask." He brushed his nose against your cheek and whispered into your ear. 

Your chest tightened as he mouthed behind your ear, one of his hands clutching your waist tightly.

This is so fucked up. It's not like you were paralyzed in fear of what he may do to you. No, you were willingly letting him touch you because you wanted him to. You just felt ashamed.

"Eddie." You whispered.

He hummed as he continued to kiss at your neck.

"S-stop" You placed your hands on his chest and lightly pushed. He didn't budge, he was like a brick wall. To no avail, you strained your arms more and pushed harder.

Eddie released a loud, exasperated sigh and sat back on his heels. 

"I'm done with your teasing, y/n." He scowled down at you, slapping his hands to his thighs as he stood up.

"Get up." He motioned his hand.

Your pussy throbbed at the view from this angle- Oh God. His shoes were just barely touching your arm as he stood over you with those long legs, messy hair like a halo and eyes darkly blown out in lust as he looked at you over his cheekbones.

You shook your head, still needing more convincing- enough that it wouldn't make you a sick person for letting the guy that broke into your house fuck you.

"No? Did you just-" His teeth clenched as he screwed his eyes shut and huffed, hand fisting up in anger in front of his face.

"You." He irritatingly jabbed his finger down at you and then toward the ceiling. "Up. Now." 

You bit the skin on the inside of your lip and took a shuddering breath, slick pooling in your panties. Keep going, please.

You sat up and slid yourself into a seated position, back against the railing as you clasped your hands on your lap, flashing your innocent eyes up at him. You were skeptical about giving in too quickly- it would be too easy for him, and he did not deserve that one bit.

Eddie growled and placed his hands on his hips.

"Gonna need you to try harder, Eds.." You mumbled, voice mocking yet still timid.

His tongue ran along his bottom teeth as he bent down, hands on his knees as he looked at you condescendingly.

"If you don't get the fuck up, I'll have to get a bit more rough." His face was stoic and tone thickly sweet in an eerie way, it made you gulp nervously as your confidence wore thin and his eyes bore into yours.

You must have been in your head too long before you were yanked to your feet with a yelp, his arms wrapping around your waist as he threw you over his shoulder and roughly smacked your ass before walking toward your room.

"Y'know, I was really trying to be nice, I was. But you just had to test me, didn't you?" He tsked.

You hit your hands against his back, squirming around for him to release you as you began to slip out of his grip.

"You fucking-" He caught you just before you were able to hit the floor, letting you kick away from him and sit against the wall that was directly in front of your bedroom door.

"B-be nice, Eddie.." You mumbled, voice higher in pitch and pleading.

His eyebrows twitched as he looked you over. He didn't want to be nice. But you were just too cute, and he was just too sick to keep his emotions in one place.

You slowly spread your legs when you saw his face soften and fists release, hips moving up as you flashed him your clothed pussy that was wet with your arousal. 

His eyes bulged out of his skull as he crouched down in front of you, slowly crawling toward your open legs. He was practically drooling at the sight, looking at you pleadingly when you placed a foot on his shoulder to stop him from moving closer. 

You trailed a shaky hand over your breasts and down to your lower belly, fingers playing with the hem of your panties. You painfully throbbed as you watched him get pussy drunk over just staring at you, his eyes glazed over in lust. You wanted him so bad it actually hurt, really ached.

He whined when your breath hitched as you pulled at your panties to feel some pressure. You closed your eyes, fantasizing about his hands on you- teasing yourself just a little more.

"Mmm.. I love your hands, Eddie." You breathed, rolling your hips up into your hand and dipping one finger into the side of your panties. 

Eddie moaned and shifted, but you kept your eyes shut in fear of losing your confidence. The noise made you buck your hips again, and your eyes snapped open when you felt his jeans rub against your calves.

You gulped, his eyes were wild and almost unrecognizable as his fingers lightly brushed up the inside of your thighs.

"Wait.." You whispered.

"No more waiting, princess." He huffed a laugh before grabbing your waist and pushing you to lay on your back, fervently unbuckling his belt.

"E-eddie, not ye-" You anxiously sat up on your elbows and eyed his hard on through his boxers.

Eddie's eyes angrily snapped up to yours, nostrils flaring as he shoved you back again and placed his body over yours, gripping under your chin hard.

"Shut. the. fuck. up." He hissed in your face through gritted teeth, each word sharp and progressively louder.

You whimpered and tried to turn your head away. That's what you were supposed to do, right?

Fuck no. Please, keep going. 

"But, you said you wouldn't force-" You started, hips bucking up into his when he gripped your jaw harder and forced you to look at him.

"I'm not forcing you, am I?" He ground his hips down and you moaned in unison. 

"Just accept it, sweetheart. You want me inside you, don't you? C'mon, be a good girl for me.." His nose brushed against yours before he gave you a feather light peck to the corner of your mouth, smirking when he noticed your breath hitched.

"C-can we at least go into my bedroom?" You pleaded, wincing as his fingers continued to dig into your jaw.

He thought for a moment and sighed.

"You're really dragging it on, huh? Fine." He stood and stretched, cracking his back. 

This was probably the only opportunity you'll have to get out of a situation you'd regret. You could run, forget how he is putting you in a choke hold for his dick, or do the moral thing of at least trying to escape. 

Your heart pounded in your ears and you didn't even realize that your legs  began to pathetically stumble toward the stairs. You don't *want* to leave. But you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you decided to stay.

Eddie cackled, head falling back as his shoulders shook, hair swaying as he shook his head.

"Welp, that does it." He walked up behind you and grabbed your ankle, pulling you down the hallway and ignoring your annoying yelping.

"You know.. I thought I was a little nuts. But you.. fuck, hun, you can't even make up your mind." He pushed you onto the floor beside your bed and kicked your bedroom door shut so hard that it knocked down a few pictures.

You were reaching your limit of no return and couldn't take this anymore. Fuck morality.

His hand snaked to the back of your head into your hair, pulling it back so your neck craned to look up at him.

"You love my hands?" He grinned at you as he used his other hand to pry your mouth open, sticking his fingers inside and pushing as deep as he could go. He ignored your gagging as he feigned deep thought and pursed his lips.

"Hmm…. Oh, yeah. It'll definitely fit." He nodded, sure of himself, and started to push his fingers in and out of your mouth. "I'll make it fit."

Your eyes watered as you watched him, moaning as you sucked his fingers and pushing your body up to chase his hand when he started to pull away.

"What, you want it now? Fucking slut." He pulled your head back and cringed at you.

"Eddie.." You licked your lips and stared at his own, your eyes blown wide. You let your hands claw at his jeans, trying to bring him closer when he held you back.

His grip loosened and he swallowed, eyes searching yours.

"Really..? No more bullshit?" He whispered back, stepping forward when your fingers hooked onto his belt.

You nodded and inched higher on your knees, lightly kissing his pelvis as you lifted the hem of his shirt up. He remained frozen and let out a shuddering breath when you nibbled on his skin. You slowly got to your feet and kissed him hard, getting drunk off his spit when he shoved his tongue into your mouth. You felt the most overwhelming sensation shoot throughout your body, feeling almost animalistic just by knowing you're both going to get what you want. No more resisting. God, this felt just so right...

You had to pry your mouth from his, moving down to his jaw and neck, biting onto the soft skin there and harshly sucking hickeys down to the neckline of his shirt. 

"Holy fuck.." He panted, hand sliding from your hair to your lower back.

You slid down to your knees again, pulling the front of his boxers down without warning and giggling when Eddie almost lost his balance in surprise. 

You tried not to show too much of a reaction, but his dick was pretty and just made for you. 

He mumbled something when your lips brushed the base of his cock, your breath fanning across his sensitive skin. 

"You'll make it fit, right?" You asked, opening your mouth and rubbing the underside of his tip across your bottom lip. 

"Y-yeah…" Eddie choked out, eyes roaming your body in search of where he wanted to start. He began to break out in a cold sweat, suddenly feeling not in charge anymore. He couldn't let that happen. He grabbed your hair again, more roughly than before, and pulled it back. He quirked up an eyebrow as he looked down at you and grabbed his dick with his other hand. You winced and gulped as Eddies fist tightened in your hair.

"Stick your tongue out." He said sternly, his voice flat and deep. 

You felt a chill go down your spine at his sudden change in attitude, hesitating before slowly sticking your tongue out.

Eddie nodded and lightly slapped his dick against it, rubbing back and forth as he hummed. He slapped it again, harder this time, causing you to flinch. He smirked before pushing your head forward and putting just the tip between your lips. His head fell back as he groaned. 

"Fuck."

He took a breath through his teeth and pushed it deeper past your lips, his mouth slightly parted in awe as he licked his bottom lip. You moan and lean forward to take him deeper, to which he yanked your head off of him and leaned down a little closer to you.

"I didn't ask you to do that."  He seethed at you as he watched your thighs clench, feeling your nails dig into his denim covered thighs. He huffed out a laugh.

"Fucking slut." He shook his head, as if disappointed in you, before rubbing his tip against your lips again.

You blinked up at him and waited for him to continue. He wordlessly nudged his chin forward, a sign to open your mouth again. And once you did, he let out a long, satisfied sigh. 

"Goddamn, you're a good girl.." He nodded to himself before pulling your head forward and shoving his dick into your mouth. You squeezed your eyes shut as you gagged and clawed at his thighs and tried to push away, but he aggressively pulled your head back and forth before pulling you away until only half of it was inside. He jerked your head back and forth, laughing in pleasure when you began to move your tongue around before he shoved it deeper again. Your gagging was like music to his ears. He fucked your mouth for a moment before yanking your head back.

"Fuck, I almost just came…" Eddie breathed as he looked at the cieling and squeezed his eyes shut.

He pulled his boxers up slightly, his dick still hard as a rock and sticking out of his waistband. You were roughly pulled up from your knees before he shoved you onto your bed by your hair. His eyes made your skin crawl, and it almost made you scared. Almost… no, not almost. You were scared.

"E-eddie..?"

He put his hand up to silence you as he walked toward your dresser and rummaged around, pulling random clothes out as he searched for something and tossing them carelessly onto your floor. His eyes lit up when he found your panty drawer.

"Oh, shit. Gotcha…" He looked around and inspected a few pairs before putting one in his back pocket. He suddenly paused his movements and slowly looked over to you where you lay on your back, propped up on your elbows. His eyes trailed to your thighs, feeling guilty once he remembered the cut there, before shaking it off and looking in between them where he could just barely see your underwear under your oversized shirt. Eddie dipped his head down and shamelessly looked closer, scoffing when you pulled down the shirt.

"Move your hand." He pointed at your hand with a ringed finger and stepped up to the edge of the bed.

"I said… Move. Your. Hand." He eyed you, waiting.

You felt so small under his gaze, every ounce of confidence you have ever had completely gone. Fuck.

He angrily grabbed your ankles and pulled you down the bed, ignoring your yelp as he grabbed onto your panties and ripped them down your legs. Your eyes were wide as you pulled your shirt down again. He didn't care and instead inspected your panties and chuckled. 

"Holy shit, you're soaked." He looked down at you condescendingly before licking the wet spot on your panties and moaning, his eyes locked onto yours. Your mouth hung open and your eyes glazed over in embarrassment. 

Eddie pulled his boxers down slightly before rubbing his shaft against your panties. His eyes stayed on himself as he spoke, focused on your panties.

"I'm gonna soak these panties in my cum, and then you're gonna choke on them while I fuck you senseless. Okay?" He started to pump his dick, hissing as his precum dripped onto the wet patch of your panties.

You stared at his hand as it gripped his dick tighter and moved faster.

"Hello? Are you gonna answer me?" 

You looked up and he was now looking at you. You cringe in embarrassment as he smirks, only giving him a nod. He nodded back before letting his eyes roam your body.

"Two fingers." He looked down to where your hand was covering between your legs. 

You reluctantly dipped your fingers down, coating them in your juices before slipping two fingers inside.

"Jesus, you're almost dripping." He laughed and shook his head as he pumped faster, his breathing getting faster. He looked down again, taking his lips into his mouth as he took deep breaths through his nose.

He leaned forward and pushed your hand away from your pussy, replacing it with his own and scooping up your juices. You gasped and let out a moan at the sudden feeling, his rings almost ice cold against your sensitives skin. He removed his hand, rubbing your juices onto his cock as he continued to pump himself. His hair hung around his face as he groaned loudly.

 "F-fucking hell, sweetheart…" His dick throbbed as cum poured out, soaking your panties. You watched as he shivered and mumbled filthy things to himself. Something along the lines of  "Good girl… gonna fill you up… gonna split you open…"

He heaved as he tossed your panties onto the bed.

"Give me 5 minutes, and I'll be rock hard again." He said, his breath still heavy as he grabbed your waist and pulled you to the every edge of the bed, quickly getting down to his knees and licking a stripe from your knee, to your thigh where he kissed around your wound, and without hesitation wrapping his lips over your pussy.

"Oh- oh my god!" You jerked forward, sitting up slightly as you looked down at him. Your breath shook as you choked out moans, your neck going slack as you hung your head back and bite onto your lip.

Your mind was goo- it was unbelievable, you refused to believe he'd never done this before. There's no way. There is no-

You hold your breath when you feel his fingers start to rub at your hole, slowly pumping his fingers in and out inch by inch.

"Gonna open you up for me." He mumbled against you, the vibrations making you moan again.

Your hands make their way to his hair as you pull him closer, slightly tightening your thighs around his head. He chucked and moaned, his free hand painfully gripping onto your hip. 

He added another finger, causing you to wince before looking at him and blushing when he looked back up at you, slowly continuing his movements as he kept going for a few more moments until you moaned again pleasure. Alright, I think she's ready. He pumped his fingers faster, mouthing more at your pussy and going even faster when he felt your legs shake.

"Fuck- fuck, fuck fuck… Oh god." You panted as you flopped back onto the bed, your hands leaving his hair and grabbing at the sheets as your back arched. 

It was like your brain short circuited, and every cell in your body turned into a warm static. He pulled away after a moment, his fingers very slowly pulling out of you. He gave you a minute to recuperate, grinning with pride as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He waited for your breathing to slow before standing and grabbing the panties he came on earlier. Your eyes flickered over to it.

"Yeah, I didn't forget." He snickered at you before grabbing onto your waist and flipping you over, wrapping his hand around your neck to pull your head back, and shoving them into your mouth. Your tongue was instantly coated with his cum and you shivered, feeling between your legs get hot and even more wet. 

"Oh? I don't think I pushed them deep enough." Eddie reached over you again, stuffing his fingers into your mouth and shoving the panties a little deeper, just enough that your mouth was full. 

"Much better." Eddie smiled sweetly before smacking your ass hard, laughing when you let out a muffled yelp.

"Ass up. Come on." He tapped your hip impatiently, watching as you clumsily moved your knees up and arch your back.

You heard him release a breath as he gently smoothed his hands all over you. From your thighs to your ass, lower back, shoulders, and all the way down again.

"You know, I've jerked off so many times to the thought of this. Like, I want to fuck you until you cry for me to stop." His voice was low, as if he were saying it more to himself than you.

"I can't promise it won't hurt, but…" He trailed off. "No backing out, okay? I fucked your throat- you came in my mouth and I drank that shit up." Eddie smacked your ass hard again and you groan in pain at the harshness of it. 

"You're mine now. How's that sound?" He leaned over you, and you could feel the metal of his unbuckled belt pressing against your ass- the zipper of his leather jacket cold and scraping against your lower back, and his hair ticking the side of your face. He was waiting for an answer, so you simply nod and muster out a muffled "Mhm".

"Good… but just know…" His breath was so hot against your ear as he whispered that it made you whine, feeling even more excited as you attempted to discreetly push your ass back into him.

"You're gonna have to tolerate the pain, alright? It'll be quick, sweetheart. Then it'll feel so… so goddamn good." You could feel his lips curling into a smirk as he spoke. 

You held your breath, feeling confused and anxious and scared, but nonetheless turned the fuck on. You meekly nod again, blinking a few times as your eyes slightly watered. You felt so many emotions, you couldn't even describe it.

He hummed before kissing your cheek, moving his hips against your ass and pushing you more firmly into the mattress. He moaned quietly and kissed your shoulder, lightly biting down before licking over the spot and then biting down again. You wince, and instantly regret it when he bites harder. His hands hold tightly onto your arms that are on either side of your head, and you start to squirm underneath him. You let out noises of discomfort and start to struggle more, about to scream when he suddenly lets go. You heave through your nose, your coughs muffled.

"That'll bruise quickly." Eddie ran his finger along his teeth marks, rolling his eyes when you jerked your shoulder. 

Moving to stand behind you again, he guided your hips back, moving his own against you. He hissed when your pussy lips slid against the underside of his dick, instantly soaking it in your wetness. 

"God fucking damn…" He breathed out, tilting his head to the side to look at how soaked you were, smoothing one hand over your ass before moving it toward your pussy and rubbing his thumb between your folds. He shakes his head in disbelief. "Soaked, absolutely soaked… Dripping. You're dripping, baby."

You close your eyes and move your hips further, chasing the feeling of his thumb running through your folds and dipping in and out of you teasingly. You swallow the saliva that was building in your throat, moaning when all you could taste was his cum. The panties were so soaked with a mixture of your spit and his cum that it started to dribble down your chin. Your eyes snapped open at Eddie's sudden outburst.

"FUCK… j-just… FUCK." He yelled, gritting his teeth as he removed his hand from your pussy and aggressively grabbed onto your hips. 

He slapped his dick against your pussy a few times, moving it back and forth fast to coat it more with your juices, before pushing inside you. "Un-fucking-believable.. Just... look at you all open just for me... I just wanna..." He moaned, head falling forward as he shivered, his breath shaky as he mumbled to himself. You were pinching your eyes shut tightly, whimpering as you fisted the bedsheets in discomfort. You jerked at a sudden sharp pain, moving forward.

"No- NO." Eddie held your hips still with one hand, using the other to push your head into the mattress before moving his hips against you, moaning as his cock slid in and out of your sopping pussy.

"Shh… shh, it'll feel good soon.." He whispered, moving his hips back to pull out until only the tip was in, before pulling your ass back toward him, and repeating again.

You didn't know you were crying until you involuntarily sniffled. It did hurt, of course. But you felt untouched from the lack of affection and just... You didn't feel any affection coming out of him. But, fuck… it was starting to feel good.

Eddie breathed through his teeth again, letting out a long airy "Ahh" as he pulled you back rougher, his own hips snapping against yours. He paused before doing it again, grinning when you grunted, and then moaned in pleasure.

"Yeah? You like that?" He licked his teeth before putting his weight on you down and fucking you into the mattress. 

He was relentless with it, completely animalistic over how good your tight pussy felt wrapped around his dick. 

"So…tight…" He panted in between thrusts, groaning obnoxiously loud as he pounded into you. The bed squeaked loudly as it scraped against the floor, the headboard hitting the wall and already starting to scratch at the paint. 

His breath huffed against the side of your face, his curls sweaty and sticking to his face and now to yours as he leaned more into you. 

"Mine… all mine… you're filthy now, no one will want you after this… I'm ruining you… you're… you're a dirty whore… my whore…Making me fucking crazy" He babbled, his eyes closed as he reveled in the feeling, in a complete state of euphoria as he fucked roughly into your gushing hole.

Your grunts turned into moans, high pitched and whiny, pornographic, dirty. His eyes snapped open as he looked at you, not even halting his rough thrusts. He laughed, grinning like the sick fuck he was.

"Yeah? Man, you're somethin' else…" He observed how your body jerked with each thrust, your hair moving, and how your body dipped into the mattress each time. 

The dried tear stains made you look even better, and that drool running down your chin was enough to make him cum on the spot. His eyes were dazed as he looked at you, his eyes stayed on yours as he set his jaw tight and wrapped his fingers in your hair, pulling your head more to the side before taking the soaked panties out of your mouth as he rammed into you. "Did you like drinking my cum?" He pulled you up so your back was against his chest, your head dipping back as he held onto your throat and kissed you sloppily. You moaned into his mouth, feeling his own vibrate as a groan bubbled in his throat. Warmth bloomed across your chest. This is what you wanted. Eddie kissed you with hunger, passion, and a possessiveness that you now know of. He pulled away from your lips, his thrusts slowing before he let go of you, causing you to fall forward onto the mattress with an oomph. You moved onto your side and looked up at him, your eyes pleading. He motioned his finger around, signaling for you to lay on your back, to which you did. 

"... Not that I care, but… you good?" He flickered his eyes down to your pussy. 

You bit onto your lip, not sure how to respond, but honestly, you didn't know. Were you?

He leaned over you, one hand resting on your pelvis gently before bending down and placing a few gentle kisses there. Your eyes watered, feeling fuzzy and lovesick. And that was a problem.

He glanced up at you before standing up again, licking his bottom lip as he rubbed his tip against your pussy. 

"Gonna fill you up with my cum now.." He murmured quietly, you barely heard it. 

He sunk into you and you watched his face carefully as his eyes screwed shut, your eyes widening at how good he looked. You can only imagine how he looked when he was railing you from behind moments ago.

"So good, sweetheart…" He opened his eyes lazily, moving in and out of you at a steady pace, smoothing his hands over your stomach and to your chest where he grabbed at your tits. Eddie's eyes looked empty as he stared at your body, your face, your being. It's like he was in his own little world, worshiping your body like you were a Goddess.

"Uh-huh… that's… Mmm.. my girl… she's all spread out for me… knew you would come to realize that you're mine, huh?... Knew you would accept it…" He whispered in a hushed tone again, his head drooping forward as he watched his dick pump in and out of you, his cock glistening with your slick. 

You watched in awe, trying to commit this view to memory. His fucked out face, the pure bliss that was etched all over it, his messy hair that was all frizzy from sweating and sure to have some of your cum in it, his face and neck glistening with sweat and his t-shirt clinging to his body. Your eyes moved to his as he whispered again, toward you this time.

"Right…?" His voice was shaky, his thrusts becoming more sloppy as he stared into your eyes with an intensity that made your legs clench on either side of him, your hands grabbing at the waistband of his jeans to pull him closer.

"Your girl…" You reply just as quietly. 

He nodded clumsily, his breath hitching as he started to do hard but slow thrusts.

"A-again…" He pleaded, his arms shaking when he leaned over you and held himself up. His eyes screwed shut when he felt your pussy clench around him. He was rubbing against you in just the right way, rubbing right against your clit and his cock deliciously sliding in and out of you. You moved your hands to his hair, pulling his lips to yours as you moaned, your hips grinding up into his desperately as you felt yourself getting closer to cumming again. Eddie began to fuck faster into you now, going as fast as he did before. Though, this time there was more emotion. He licked into your mouth and groaned, the sound husky and deep in his throat only making you approach your climax faster and cum harder. He tore his lips away from yours again, moving a hand to your throat, his eyes wild.

"Mmm.. You're my filthy whore. Say it." He growled at you, his nostrils flaring as he groaned and continued to fuck into you while looking at you expectantly.

You look into his eyes, gasping for breath once before you spoke.

"I'm…" You swallowed. "I'm your filthy whore." You managed to croak out.

He licked the inside of his cheek and chuckled as he nodded. "Yeah, I thought so." He set his jaw as he shut his eyes again, moving his hand from your throat to your cheek and running his thumb over your lips.

"Mmm… fuck, those lips felt so good against my cock… can't…" He stared at your lips as he swallowed, his lips parting as he quietly moaned. "can't wait for… to do it next time… gonna cum in your throat…" He nodded to himself as he choked out a moan and rolled his eyes back before screwing them shut.

"Shit- fuck, fuck fuck…Mmm.." He shook his head quickly, trying not to cum just yet. He wanted to hold it just a little longer, just a little. 

He gasped loudly when you took his thumb into your mouth.

"Oh- oh god.." Eddie whimpered and babbled as you twirled your tongue around his thumb.

"It's s-so warm… Jesus H Christ, g-gonna make my cum pour out of you for days… gonna make you stay with me forever… gonna keep cumming in you over and over and over and-" He moaned loudly, voice cracking. "a-and over and over and you're always gonna have a part of me in you… Ahhh, fuck… gonna be full of my cum everywhere, all the time…. all the time…"  

His jaw went slack as he fucked into you roughly for a few moments before exploding, pumping his warm cum into you with hard thrusts. You could hear the squelching sound with every thrust.

Eddie stayed hunched over you for a moment before shrugging off his jacket and shirt. He rolled it up into a ball before placing it over your pussy.

"Keep that there…" He said, voice tired as he panted to catch his breath. "Don't want all the cum to spill out." He slumped onto the bed, laying right beside you on his back.

You glanced over at him and let out a sigh of relief when he was already staring back. He moved closer to you, placing a kiss on your cheek and then your lips. 

"I meant it." He said as he looked into your eyes, still a tinge of that possessiveness in his own.

You nodded, understanding what he meant, before leaning forward to kiss him again as you craved more affection. He moved his head back slightly, tutting.

"Wait, sweetheart. Say it." He looked at you with seriousness.

You licked your lips before speaking, keeping your eyes on his lips. "I'm your… dirty whore." 

"Yeah? You are?" He grinned from ear to ear, noticing how you kept staring at his lips desperately. "And what else? Are you my sweetheart, too?"

You nodded before blinking at him pleadingly.

"Alright, alright…" He inched his face closer to yours, kissing you passionately for several seconds before pulling away.

"Gotta get you cleaned up. I think you're full enough that it won't come out for a couple days." He smirked at you, trailing his fingers over your pelvis. "I'll run the shower for you, 'kay?" He gives you a peck before rolling off the bed and standing in your doorway.

"By the way…" He lifts a finger. "You're sick in the head." He grins mischievously at you before disappearing down the hallway.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

murder daddy vs. lawyer daddy. Knives out (2019) vs. Defending Jacob (2020)//

My weaknesses. Not to mention the hands on their hips like daddies about to scolding you 😩 I mean where do I sign up.

Just a thot...

Back to Black

Warnings: allusions to abuse and coercion, along with other untagged dark elements.

Summary: You get a lecture after you try to make a break for it.

Note: as usual, your thoughts are welcome. I'm kinda piddling around with these today but I hope you enjoy. Reblog and comment if you so kindly like.

You can still smell the smoke. You taste it too. The jarring impact replays in your head as the loud crush of metal echoes over and over. Your car spinning out, crashing into the barrier, flipping over the other side. All you saw were headlights, round and white. The Beemer. 

Your eyes snap open again. Your skull throbs as the familiar scent of bergamot and citrus stains your nostrils. The aroma brings thoughts of wool and brick. It is the smell of the Thrombey stronghold. Of your prison. 

Your eyes slit as ribs ache. You cough as you take a deep breath. There’s a scuff and a groan. The creak of wood, old furniture, inherited. Footsteps and a door, voices in a low rumble from down the hall. 

You let your lashes droop and remain as you are. A downy pillow under your head and a heavy quilt draped over laundered linen over your body. You have no energy or strength. 

“She’s awake,” Ransom snarls as he stomps into the room. “Hey,” he kicks the footboard, “none of the play shit, you little bitch. That’s not going to work on me again.” 

“Woah,” Andy calmly girds the other’s temper. “Honey.” 

You know he’s talking to you. That’s what he always calls you. That pet name. That false beacon of kindness. How could you fall for it. 

“Honey,” he drags out the word the second time. A warning. 

You open your eyes. His hands are on his hips. That stance holds so much; frustration, disappointment, anger... danger. 

“How are you feeling? That was quite the joyride you had.” 

You could laugh if your ribs didn’t feel like knives. Your head lolls. Arguing is useless. You realised that long ago. It’s why you tried to run. 

“Reckless. Stupid,” Andy continues on. 

Your eyes drift over to Ransom as he shifts to mimic Andy’s posture. It isn’t quite as effective. He pushes back his grey sweater to grip his hips, looking more petulant than intimidating. 

“Where were you off to, anyway?” Andy tilts his head. 

He’s playing with you. That’s what he does. He’s a prosecutor. He’s a cat with a mouse. He’ll bat you around until you squeak like he wants. 

“Packed a whole damn bag and everything? You going to visit family? An impromptu vacation?” He continues. 

“Stop,” you croak. 

“Stop,” he scoffs, “I don’t like liars, honey, and I know you’re not a liar. So why the fuck did you take my car?” 

His tone is iron. You flinch. He knows. He just wants you to say it. 

“You know--” you begin. 

“Fucking brat,” Ransom mutters. Andy taps his chest, holding up a finger, then points at you. 

You heave in exasperation and it makes you whine and hug your torso. Something’s broken. Several something’s at least. 

“Because... I was leaving you,” you sneer as you close your eyes. “But you win. The both of you.” You wheeze and cough. “You always fucking win.” 

Andy clucks, “now, honey, you know I don’t like when you swear.” There’s a subtle crack, you can see it without looking. Him tilting his head until his neck cracks. Then he bends his knuckles until they do the same; criiiick. “Ransom, go get the soap. Looks like we need to go back to basics.” 

[notsosweetchan]

˚ʚ♡ɞ Under The Table ˚ʚ♡ɞ

Warning: Fingering in public

Paring: | Seungmin x Reader|

Y/N blushed heavily and bit her bottom lip, suppressing the moans that threatened to escape. Her heart raced as she felt Seungmin's finger teasingly trace circles around her entrance. She glanced up at him, their eyes meeting across the table where they shared a knowing look. She could feel her pussy dripping, eager for more of his touch.

The subtle movements of his finger sent waves of pleasure through her body, making it hard to concentrate on anything but the sensations he was causing.

The warmth between her legs tingled as he pushed forward slightly, pressing against the entrance but not entering yet. She tried to stay quiet while they were still in public, but a soft gasp escaped her lips as his finger brushed against an especially sensitive spot.

The other couples at the table were deep in conversation, oblivious to what was happening underneath. They chatted about work and weekend plans while enjoying their delicious meal, completely unaware that something much more intimate was happening beneath the tablecloth. Y/N shifted slightly in her seat, grinding her hips against Seungmin's touch unconsciously.

The soft fabric of her dress rubbed against her swollen pussy lips with each movement, adding to the pleasure she could feel building inside her. She couldn't help but squirm a little in anticipation as he continued to tease her, his other hand resting on top of hers on the table for support.

The waiter came by to refill their water glasses, causing them both to snap out of their lustful haze briefly before diving back into each other under the table once again.

Y/N let out a small whimper as Seungmin finally pushed past her resistance and entered one finger inside her tight heat. She gasped at the sudden intrusion but quickly regained her composure, taking deep breaths to steady herself.

He continued to stimulate her inner walls with slow, delicious strokes, drawing out the moment as he knew she was close to the edge of ecstasy. Her nails dug into the tablecloth, her knuckles turning white with the effort it took not to moan out loud.

Seungmin leaned in as if to whisper in her ear, his voice low and husky, "You're so wet, baby. I can feel how much you want it.”

His words sent shivers down her spine, and she bit her bottom lip even harder to stifle a moan. "I'm going to make you cum right here at this table, and you're not allowed to make a sound.”

His fingers picked up the pace, curling inside her in just the right way as he began to rub her G-spot relentlessly. Her hips bucked against his hand, desperate for more, but all she could do was squeeze her thighs together tighter and try to keep the moans of pleasure at bay. The tension coiled in her belly, tightening with each sensual stroke he delivered. She was so close... so close...

As the waiter returned with their main courses, Y/N felt herself teetering on the edge of release. Seungmin slowed down momentarily, causing her to whimper in protest. He flashed her a wicked grin before resuming his torturous pace once again as soon as the waiter left. Her orgasm was building rapidly now. “Hey Y/N are you ok

You look a bit flushed,” Jiho, her best friend, asked across the table, oblivious to what was happening inches away from her.

Y/N shot her a panicked glance, praying that she hadn't given them away. "I'm j-just... I'm just...," she panted, trying to think of an excuse for her flushed cheeks and heavy breathing. "I... um... I'm just a bit warm that's all." She took a sip of her water, hoping the cool liquid would help mask her flushed complexion.

Seungmin smirked at Y/N's discomfort but didn't relent in his ministrations. He was enjoying this delicious game of cat and mouse they were playing far too much to stop now.

Her hips rocked with each of his delicious thrusts, her body screaming for more, desperate to be filled and satisfied, but she couldn't let herself go. Not here, not in front of their friends. Tears of frustration threatened to spill from the corners of her eyes as she tried to contain the moans that threatened to escape her parted lips.

"Your food looks good," Seungmin purred in her ear, all innocence as he twisted his finger inside her, causing her to moan out a strangled breath. "You should eat."

Y/N picked up her fork with shaking hands and speared a piece of pasta, praying the motion would give her something else to focus on as Seungmin continued his merciless assault on her senses. The simple act of chewing was torture itself, each bite sending vibrations through her entire body that only served to heighten her arousal.

Jiho blabbed on about some work drama she'd had been dealing with earlier in the week, but Y/N's mind was too clouded with lust to even register the words coming out ofher friend's mouth. All she could think about was the delicious agony between her legs, the pressure building with each passing second.

He continue to finger worked her pussy relentlessly, alternating between long, slow strokes and quick, shallow thrusts that teased her bundle of nerves mercilessly. Y/N's breathing hitched as she felt the familiar tightness coil in her lower stomach, signaling her impending climax. She grabbed onto her napkin, twisting it into a tight ball in an effort to stifle any sounds she might make.

Finally, unable to take it anymore, Y/N dropped her fork with a clatter and stabbed at her food, shoving a large bite into her mouth to disguise the moans she couldn't hold back any longer.

The muffled noises of ecstasy vibrated through the table as waves upon waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Her eyes squeezed shut as she rode out the orgasmic wave, Seungmin's finger still working magic inside of her until the last possible moment before removing himself.

Breathing heavily, Y/N dared a everyone was too engrossed in their own conversations to notice her silent release. Seungmin, on the other hand, smiled smugly as he casually cut into his steak.

Finally, Y/N managed to catch her breath, "You... you ass," she said between gasps, glaring at him playfully.

Seungmin just grinned back at her, "Oh, but you loved every minute of it," he purred, wiping his mouth daintily with his napkin before leaning in to whisper in her ear once more, "And this is only the beginning. Just wait until we get home."

[bouncybongfairy]

Hello I have an idea. I don’t know if I already sent you something but I don’t think I did so anyways here is my idea

So void gets into stiles body and he’s walking around thinking about his plans until his friend y/n and asks what’s wrong with him they figure out that stiles is actually void and they start talking back in forth until void says something that’s makes y/n’s werwolf suddenly come out and I mean like eyes glowing and fangs come out and then they start talking about y/n’s werewolf power and that she is a hybrid werewolf and then void asks what y/n does with there “prey” and they say I like to play with my food. He says do to me what you do to your “prey” and she does just that and she pins him to the ground and starts to claw at his back and bits his shoulder but he likes it and it just goes down from there.

If you do it then thank you but if you don’t it’s okay, you probably have better things to worry about :) :)

Cat and Mouse Games

Void Stiles x Werewolf Reader

Summary: Thinking Stiles asked you to hang out excited you. After going on a late night hike, he reveals himself to be Void. He teases and gaslights you into letting him fuck the shit out of you.

Word Count: 2.0k+

TW: Rough Smut, Blood Kink, CNC kink.

Account Ref: @kaionyx

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It was Friday and you could barely keep your eyes open on the bus. Sleep deprived, also mentally exhausted from the academic and social aspects of school. Regardless of your exhaustion, Stiles invited you to hang out tonight, lately he’s been his own little world. Isolating himself and acting quite withdrawn when he did converse with you. That being said, you didn’t want to brush him off. After getting home you jumped in the shower. Welcoming the hot water burning your shoulders and back. Hoping it would loosen the tightness in your muscles. You cut the water off and stepped out of the tub. After wrapping your hair in a towel, you sit down at your vanity. Drawing a deep breath in and letting it out with a sigh, you start doing your make-up. Of course you wanted to impress, up until a couple weeks ago you thought there was something between the two of you. So now that he was showing interest in you again, it was important that you made your feelings clear. Not to mention Stiles was already so familiar with the supernatural. Once you were ready you texted him to come pick you up. Scrambling to gather your things together while waiting. He texted you a simple: here. Normally he would have called but you brushed that off and made your way outside. 

“Hey, what’s up?” you asked, climbing into the passenger seat of his beat up Jeep.

“How are you?” he asked without looking over. 

“I’m pretty good, tired but good. What about you? I feel like we haven’t hung out in forever,” you chuckled, clicking your seatbelt into place.

“Yeah sorry, I just been discovered new things about myself,” he said. 

“Oooo, so mysterious,” you laugh before continuing, “are you okay though, like mentally? Sorry I don’t mean to pry and you don’t have to answer, I just noticed you’ve been kinda withdrawn lately. Even from Scott,” you said, treading very lightly. 

“I appreciated the concern but like I said, I’ve just been in my own head lately. Realizing things about myself that I needed to deal with, you know?” he asked. 

“Well, I’m just glad that you’re doing better than I thought. I totally understand what you mean, when I get in my head a lot, I usually go on a hike and it really helps. You know, like the fresh air and everything,” you said. 

“That’s crazy because I’ve been doing the same lately. Like nightly walks and stuff to clear my head, can I show you a cool trail I found? It’s one of my favorites,” he suggested and you agreed. 

The ride was pretty chill, just making small talk while the radio played quietly in the background. Even though there was nothing that really stuck out, something was off. Stiles was normally very bubbly and bright. Tonight he was anything but that. Extremely still and calm, never looking over at you when speaking. Keeping his eyes steadily on the road. All his laughs and chuckles seemed forced and dry. Not only that but it was just a feeling in your gut. Finally getting to the hiking trail, your suspicions only grew from there. The conversation was just so surface level, commenting on different plants and random shit. Another thing you noticed, was how unaffected he seemed to be by the cold weather. Eventually you stop entertaining the conversation, just walking in slightly uncomfortable silence.

“It’s a really nice trail right?” he asks. 

“Yeah there are a lot of little critters running around, it’s nice to see how lively it is tonight,” you said. 

“Yeah it’s real unfortunate,” he sighed which made your brows furrow. 

“Unfortunate?” you asked. 

“Well of course, all this prey, just going to waste,” he said, your heart began to race. 

“I’m confused, what do you mean by that,” you asked, slowing your pace down. 

“Oh it’s no secret that you’ve been confused this whole time. Do you think you were good at hiding it? It’s obvious that you think something is off about me, have you come to a conclusion as to why?” he asked, voiced laced with condescension. 

Immediately the realization hits you like a truck; he was Void. Your brain starts flooding with worse case scenarios and questions. Involuntarily your eyes begin to glow and claws come out. Unsure of what to do you just stand and watch him. Nothing in his body language indicated to you that he would try to hurt you. At the same time, you knew what Void was capable of. 

“You know Stiles is still in here and I can’t deny the sexual fantasies he has about you are truly a sight to behold. He is a nasty little guy. He likes the fact that you’re stronger than him. He’s never told you this but watching you hunt gives him a rush like no other. Can’t say I don’t agree-” he tried to continue but was interrupted. 

“What’s your point? Honestly, like… seriously are you just gonna ramble till we both drop dead?” you asked

“Egar are we? Well, like I said I would be lying if I didn’t indulge myself in his fantasies. I mean, look how powerful you are, quite literally an apex predator. Teeth sharper than daggers, claws that can shred flesh like it’s paper. Don’t you wanna give in to your natural instincts?” he asked, making such strong eye contact that you were getting uncomfortable. Shifting back and forth, the fight or flight reflex tethering on the edge of uncontrollable. When you didn’t respond, he continued,

“When you first got turned, it took you a couple months until you could control your impulses right? I just wanna see those instincts in person, how do you normally kill your prey?” he asks. 

“I like to play with it before going for the kill, like hobbling it before finishing the job,” you say quietly, fearing the silence would make you appear weak.

“Say it with your chest, why are you so ashamed of your biological instincts?” he asks, tilting his head to the side a bit, “Show me how you hunt, like i’m your prey,” he half demands half asks. 

“You want me to attack you?” your heart was beating out of your chest, “that’s- I’m not doing that, why would you even want that?” you ask, taking a few steps back. 

“I want to feel your internal conflict, the shift from the good girl persona you sell to well and pull out what’s underneath. A whore that gets off on the most shameful activities. You may fool yourself, however I’m not so easily persuaded,” he said approaching you, he was trying to taunt you and it was working. 

Scott had warned you about how dangerous Void was, that he was the definition of toxicity. Now that he was standing here, inviting you to tear him up the way you would a deer. You felt disgusted that you were actually tempted to attack him. It was true, when you hunted you felt powerful. Like there was nothing that could stop your reign of terror on your chosen prey or target. He was now only a foot away from you, eyes were completely black. Jaw was clenched, indicating that he was getting impatient. Your eyes were locked on him, pushing him back which only hummored him. Becoming irritated with the anxiety building up inside, you turn and walk away. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of having a second more of your attention. This infuriated him, an all powerful Nogitsune such as himself was never to be ignored. To be denied a request; seeing you walk away from him only made him watch you unravel you more. 

“You think you can ignore me? The same way you’ve ignored all the urges and needs swarming in your brain on a full moon? I will get what I want out of you, making you act on every sinful desire you have. Even if I have to reach down your throat and rip it out myself!” he roared, stomping towards you while shaking in anger. 

Something in you snapped, the taunting was enough to make you go crazy. All you wanted was for him to shut the fuck up. Jumping on top of him, you use your claws and swipe at his chest. Blood starts seeping through his cotton shirt, taking a look at his face to catch the reaction. To your dismay, he chuckles letting his head fall back. It wasn’t until then that you realized what he meant when saying he wanted to see your internal conflict. This was conflicting; expecting to look up to see him damaged. Normally giving you a satisfied feeling but this was different, normally content in a platonic way. The way his head fell back and the smirk on his face. You couldn’t deny being turned on by how twisted he was. How unaffected he seemed to be by your attacks. Adding another slash across his chest, it felt so good being vicious. For so long you’d bent your instincts to Scott’s mission of keeping the peace in Beacon Hills. Letting your mind be wrapped in a foggy daze while letting your urges run wild was an intoxicating feeling. He pulled his shirt off, hands becoming soaked in blood. He reaches up and takes your face into his hands. Leaving bloody hand prints on your cheeks. Pulling you down so your lips were hovering over one another. You could feel the blood from his chest seep into your shirt. Starting to fall deeper into the kiss, you let your full body weight press onto him. He suddenly flips the two of you over swiftly, now keeping a tight hold on your hair. His hands were sticky with blood, only making for a better grip. 

“Did you really think I'd let you use me to satisfy yourself without a fight?” he asked, holding you down with his body weight. 

Feeling a little too vulnerable, you bite down on his shoulder. Feeling his skin pop as your canines break through. He lets out a loud groan, leaning into the bite which makes your lower stomach burn with pleasure. He pulls your head up slightly by the hair and pulls it back down, indicating he wanted you to let go after a while. You refuse; after realizing he was caught in your jaw, he moves his hands from your hair to your throat. Hair still stuck to his hands, which covered your face as he changed hand placement. At first it seemed like you’d be able to keep this up. Until his grip became tighter and your breathing became strained. Towering over you and focusing most of his weight on your throat. Your vision was becoming blurry and cloudy, you scratched at his shoulders. When this doesn't phase him, you rake your claws down his back. Trying to put in the last of your strength into shredding his back before passing out. 

Void watched as your eyes become glossy, the feeling of your nails in his back making him rock hard. Chuckling as your arms went limp, falling off his back and to the ground. He let go of your throat and turned his attention to your body. He lifted your skirt and pulled your panties to the side. Muttering a couple curses as he uses his fingers to feel how wet you were. Even your thighs were wet and sticky from you leaking desperately for his cock. He uses one hand to rub himself against your entrance and the other hand to start slapping your chest. Watching you bounce as he tried waking you up. Once you started coming to, he began fucking himself into you. Moaning as you started becoming more aware of what was happening. Blood drips from his back and shoulder onto your body. The only thing you were focused on was chasing your orgasm. Rocking your hips into him, trying to get him as deep as possible. Noticing this, his thrusts become rough and fast. His hip bones piercing into your ass painfully. Gripping your hips hard enough to embed his nails into your skin. 

“What kind of whore gets off on this? Are you that desperate for attention?” he taunted as he destroyed your pussy. 

You let your body go limp, enjoying and accepting anything he had to offer. He moved his hands back to your throat. Seeing your face turn red and gasping for air was what sent him over the edge. His climax racking through his body, you came slightly before him. Seeing how your helplessness and pain was enough to make him cum was what made you climax. By the time both of you rode out the highs, you felt completely worn out. Like your body was carrying the weight of a ton, forcing you to stay on the ground. His shoes walking away were the last thing you saw before losing consciousness.

[justaaveragereader]

10.22||Vampire!Seonghwa

Pairing: Seonghwa x Reader

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: SoftDom!Hwa, Sub Reader, Reader Gets Called Princess, Biting, Slight Blood, Marking, Breast Play, Slight Thigh Riding, Hickies, If I Missed Anything👀👀…Lemme Know!

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“Well, look at what we have here.”

You look back at Seonghwa who is leaning against the doorframe, taking in your body. You let out a small laugh, continuing with your skin care for the night.

“And where are you going, pretty lady?” He says with a hidden tone to his voice. Giving you a devious smile, letting his fangs poke out from his plush lips. You let out a small laugh, continuing to pat your moisturizer on your skin.

“I’m going to bed, Park Seonghwa.” Rolling your eyes slightly, you turn back to the mirror, even though you can’t see him through the glass you know he’s still present with you in the room. Making his way over to you, as he walks the air catches the bottom of his robe fanning it out as he makes his way towards you. Everything he did reminded you of royalty. Wrapping his arms around your waist bringing you closer to his cool firm chest. He places his chin on your shoulder, watching you move precisely through the mirror, your reflection being the only thing seen. Nuzzling his nose against your neck, he takes in a deep breath, inhaling your sweet natural scent.

“Seonghwaaa” you whine out, trying to shimmy out of his hold. Letting out a small laugh he kisses your shoulder, leading up to behind your ear.

“Yes?” His deep voice whispers into your ear, you know what he wanted, he wanted you. Anything small thing you did set him off, he once got turned on by you filling the ice tray so he could have cool blood packs. Your body does a noticeable shiver as he continues to leave cool, soft kisses on your skin.

“I know you want me just as much as I want you doll.” Gripping your hips he grinds himself into your ass, immediately feeling his bricked up cock on your ass cheeks. Tilting your neck to the side, signaling to him that he was free range to use you as he pleases. A cheshire smile graces his face, his eyes darkening at your submissiveness. His cool lips brush over the pulse point in your neck. His fangs lightly scrape over the skin, tongue coming out to roll over the warm pulsing skin beneath his teeth. Pursing his lips he starts to suck a mark into your neck, making sure his teeth lightly scrape over the skin. Your breath hitches as you feel him suck a mark into your neck, stamping himself on your for the whole world to see. His fingers travel down to your chest, groping your breasts over your night shirt. You arch your back slightly, rubbing your ass into his hard on. His fingers dance along your breasts, teasing your nipples beneath the fabric, getting your buds hard so he could tease you even more.

His cool lips move lower, brushing a piece of your night shirt further to the side so he can suck a mark into your shoulder, fangs scraping lightly once more. Your breath hitches again, letting a small whine leave your throat.

“Hwaaaa” you whine out, a pout on your lips, he knows what you want, but he wants to hear the words leave your mouth. His hand slips under your shirt, pinching one of your hardened nipples between his fingers. Pulling you slightly away from the sink, he switches places with you, his back to the mirror, while you stand in front of him, panting with need. A pout forms on your lips once more, pulling you by your waist towards him, he pulls your night gown up. Your breast exposed, the cool sensation of his fingers make your nipples harden even more. One hand toys with your breast, he stands up, hunching over your body.

“Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you princess.” He whispers into your ear, leaving light hickies on the skin below your earlobe. The feeling of the end of his fangs makes you feel on edge. You are waiting for him to bite you, yet he toys with you, likes he’s a cat, and you are nothing but a small mouse.

“I want you.” You say through a pout, craning your neck even more so we can get the signal without you clearly stating what you want. Lowering himself so he’s right between your breast, grabbing both breast he spreads them, leaving light kisses on your sternum, before placing himself right between the soft, squishy flesh of your boobs, diving in her attaches his lips to the skin, leaving a huge purple mark right between them, lightly nipping at the tender flesh. Your hands fly to his jet black hair. Your body feels a warm rush run down to your core. Letting out a loud moan, you push him further into your chest, wanting to feel his cool lips all over you.

“Seonghwa please, please bite me.” You say breathlessly. Biting your lip, you want to feel him all over your skin. Smiling into your chest, he kneads the soft flesh in his large cool hands. Licking at the side of your breast, he places a small kiss upon the skin before blowing on the moist patch, with a devilish grin on his face, he opens his mouth slightly, you watch as his fangs grow to their full length. Sending you a smile, he brushes his sharpened teeth right over the upper part of your breast, trying to bite the fattiest piece there is. Licking his sharpened teeth, he bites down into the flesh, only feeling the sting for a moment before you feel the heat crash through your veins. Grasping his shoulders you are trying your best to balance yourself, opening your legs, you place your clothed cunt on top of his thigh that is being aided by the bathroom counter for support.

“Fuckkkkk…Seonghwa.” You groan out, feeling like you are teetering on top of the world. You start to slowly grind your core against his pajama pants, shoving the robe out of the way. His hand comes down to aid your hips in moving up and down his thigh. Removing his teeth from the upper part of your breast, he moves to the other breast, biting in the exact same area as the other, another surge of heat spreads through you. He's not feeding on you, he’s simply just marking you, he wants you to have reminders of him even when he cannot be present. Your hips stutter as he sinks his teeth in your soft breast. His cool tongue rolls out, catching the small drops of blood that fall, letting go off one of your breasts, he lets the warm weight of it cage the side of your face. Letting out a small huff, you look down, seeing his eyes turn a royal blue color. A feverish smile spreads along his face, retracting his fangs from your breast, letting the other go, so his face is completely smushed between your warm flesh, he stands up. Halting your movements on his thigh. He drops to one knee, moving your foot so it is propped on one of his knees, he pulls your nightgown up again, this time getting a clear view of your wet cunt. Licking his lips, putting his head under the gown, biting the soft flesh of your front thigh letting out a satisfied sigh, running his hands up behind your legs, snatching your panties down, he grabs your ass cheeks, spreads them so your cunt shows to him fully, the arousal beginning to pool. Retracting his teeth from your thighs, he slaps your ass cheek before spreading them once more. Moving to the front to spread your lips open, he blows on your clit, causing you to jump slightly, your hands bunch up your gown so you can get a clear view of Seonghwa. You watch him lick his lips, eyes growing deeper with hues of blue.

“Oh baby, is all of this for me?”

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[littlexdeaths]

sympathy for the devil - e.m.

demon kas x human eddie x fem hunter (supernatural au)

i found god, i found him in a lover.

when his hair falls in his face, and his hands so cold they shake…

i found the devil, i found him in a lover.

and his lips like tangerines, and his color coded speak…

warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! established relationship, hate fucking, oral (fem receiving), unprotected piv sex, cream pie, mentions of blood, anything italicized is eddie’s inner dialogue to kas

word count: 3k

a/n: it’s me back again with another repost of an old fic. i also want to give a big shout out to my darling @undead-supernova for helping me edit multiple parts this fic. ily august 💕

You knew he was here.

From the smell of sulfur lingering in the air, to the heavy presence in the room. Your skills as a hunter were too great, you knew he couldn’t have led you astray.

But maybe he wanted you to find him.

This cat and mouse game you’ve been playing for months was just a little too exciting for him to give up. You should’ve been scared, your instincts told you to be. But hearing his husky voice cut through the darkness of the abandoned warehouse made your heart skip a beat.

“Nice to see you again, sweetheart…”

You couldn’t tell where he was yet, still using the cover of the night to shield himself from you. You clutch your bottle of holy water closer to your side as his chuckle bounced off the walls. “You’ve tried that before, it didn't work out so well last time. Did it, pet?”

He was getting closer, you could tell by the way your hair stood up on end. Squaring your shoulders as he finally steps out into the moonlight. The sight makes you freeze, your eyes widening in disbelief. Kas looked different from the last time you had seen him.

He had taken on a new vessel, one that had become quite familiar to you.

Eddie Munson, a bartender you had met at a place called the Hideout. After you’d stumbled inside the rundown bar for a drink after finishing a grueling hunt somewhere in Indiana.

He was sweet, and you both needed to let off some steam. So you took him back to your motel room for the night… and the night after that. The male had made you feel things no one else ever could. So you kept finding yourself going back to that shitty town to see him. Where he was always waiting with that charming smile and a rum and coke.

But now guilt riddled your chest as his once chocolate hues were a stark onyx, Eddie was long gone.

The demon in front of you smirks, eyes watching you in amusement as the recognition crossed over your features.

This was your fault, you put him in harm's way. You had been told time and again not to let yourself be involved with non-hunters. Regular folk. It would put them at risk, not knowing about the things that go bump in the night.

But demons were especially dangerous, they didn’t need consent to take over someone’s body. The only reason you were protected was due to the dark ink that swirled over your hip bone.

Kas takes a step toward you, causing you to take one step back in return. This only made that smirk widen as another chuckle slipped past his lips.

Lips that had been on you too many times to count.

“He thinks about you a lot, you know… wanted you to stay with him so many times.” The demon hums condescendingly, the implication behind his words makes your heart stutter in your chest.

Coming to the realization that you could never have that happy ending now, not with him, or anyone.

After crossing paths so many times, you knew how malicious the demon standing before you could be. Even if you were able to banish him back to hell, Eddie wouldn't be able to return to a normal life.

Once that veil between those worlds is lifted, there’s no way to undo the damage it causes. You’ve seen it more times than you can count.

“A little pathetic, really…” Kas continues as he advances on you slowly, backing you further into a corner.

Your emotions are clouding your reasoning, allowing the demon to continue to close in on you. It shouldn’t be affecting you like this, but as much as you tried to convince yourself otherwise… you knew one thing was true. You had fallen for the metalhead.

And now you’d never get him back.

“But don’t worry, sweetness— he’s still in here with me,” as he speaks you feel your back connect with the cool concrete, the male now caging you against it.

His body felt warm against yours, a juxtaposition to the cold seeping into your back. His familiar scent of citrus and tobacco engulfs your senses completely, bringing you back to the last time you saw each other. Your limbs were tangled together as you lay in a post sex haze. His lazy smile made your skin tingle, finding yourself tracing over the faded tattoos on his chest.

From the flash in his dark eyes you knew he was reliving a memory of Eddie’s, if not the same one.

His calloused fingers begin to trail across your neck, unintentionally allowing yourself to lean into the graze of his fingertips. Despite how your mind screams at you to push him away, your body continues to betray you. Kas can’t help but notice how your skin heats under his touch, how your thighs squeeze together. It amuses him more than you’ll ever know.

“Don’t touch me,” you mutter, wishing your words held much more malice than they do. The slight shake in your voice causes another dark chuckle to spill past his plump lips. Mocking you.

The demon leans further into your space, those damned lips grazing over your collarbone. The feeling causes you to shiver as goosebumps break out across your skin. Kas continues to leave hot, open mouthed kisses along your throat. The feelings of fear, anger and arousal mixing together— making your head spin.

“You can deny that you want this with your words all you want sweetheart, but I see the way your body reacts to this vessel.” He taunts, letting his teeth nip at your tender flesh.

“I feel those goosebumps on your skin, the way you shiver under his touch, and… I can smell you.” Kas growls, his teeth sinking roughly into your skin.

A slight whimper leaves your lips as you attempt to push him away. But it’s too late— he has the upper hand now.

His fingers lace themselves into your hair and tug, exposing more of your neck to him. He licks a stripe up your throat to your ear, taking the lobe between his teeth.

“I can feel how bad he wants you too, you know. The way he reacts to your body… you have no idea how much he wants to feel you again.”

Your eyes widen in shock as the demon presses his hips into yours, feeling how hard he was through the fabric of his jeans.

Get the fuck off her asshole, she’s mine!

Kas chuckles again, pulling back slightly as his hands continue to wander down your body. There’s a flash of something in those onyx hues, leaving you to wonder what hidden joke you’re missing out on.

“Your little boy toy isn’t very happy with me, sweetheart… he doesn’t want to share. How selfish of him,” he feigns a pout, leaning forward as his nose glides along your jaw.

I’m warning you, dickhead.

His deep chuckle fills the silence once more as his large hands grip onto your hips, “Isn’t he selfish, pet?”

“Fuck you,” you spit back, shoving him away but only momentarily. His hands quickly return to the curve of your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.

That spark of defiance returns, which only makes the demon grin wider. His hold on your hips becomes harsher, the metal of his rings biting into the skin there.

“Hmm… with pleasure, darling.” His lips hover over yours as his sweet breath fans across your face. There’s a moment when those black hues slowly start to fade, the brown of Eddie’s returning.

Seeing that flicker of him, the man you had desperately fallen for— is what finally breaks your resolve.

Closing that short distance between you and angrily smashing your lips against his. He moans into your mouth, his hands hooking under your thighs to lift you. Trapping you further against the wall as he grinds his pelvis into yours.

You don’t know where Kas starts and Eddie ends, but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

The kiss is angry, all tongue and teeth viciously clashing together. There’s still a small part of you that’s begging you to get away, that this was wrong. But your body has taken over control, that little voice fading with each press of his lips against yours.

His tongue glides along your lower lip, begging for entry you weren’t yet willing to give. The male doesn’t give up that easily though, his hands roaming over the curve of your ass and squeezing.

The action takes you by surprise, the small gasp you let out allowing him to slip inside. Kas groans as he sucks your tongue into his mouth, before setting you back on your feet. He pins your hips against the rough concrete as he kneels before you.

The demon eagerly buries his face in between your thighs as he inhales deeply, “I need to know if this pussy tastes as sweet as it smells.”

You’re stunned into silence as he reaches to quickly unbutton your jeans. Finding yourself all too eager to aid him in sliding the denim and lace down your legs. Stepping out of the fabric as Kas tosses them somewhere in the dark of the warehouse.

The brunette doesn’t waste another moment before his tongue is licking a fat stripe up your slit, forcing your thighs apart in his strong hands. Your fingers lace themselves in his wild curls, tugging harshly as you feel his tongue dip inside your entrance. His growl vibrates against your core, nose nudging your bundle of nerves in a way that has your legs trembling in his grasp.

“Hmm, even better than his memories…” you nearly miss his admission over your soft whines, but you don’t have time to dwell on it.

Kas eagerly replaces his tongue with his fingers as the muscle swirls up and around your swollen bud. Your head is swimming, his actions bringing you that much closer to the edge. The male enjoys the way you grind yourself harder onto his tongue as your grip on his hair tightens. Feeling the way your walls flutter around his fingers only encourages him to pick up the pace.

While your eyes have slipped shut, his are wide open. The stormy irises commit each pleasurable expression that flits across your face to memory— to both of their memories.

The almost inhuman speed of his fingers and the firm pressure of his tongue finally pushes you over the edge. As your loud cries echo throughout the empty warehouse. You attempt to push his head away, but his lips don’t leave your body. Instead he trails them down your thighs, smearing your slick across your skin.

You curse softly before dropping to your knees, pushing him backwards. He is surprised by your sudden dominance, but allows you to lay him back on the dirty ground. Your hands fumble with his belt, pulling the zipper down with an urgency you had never seen from yourself before. It makes him chuckle, as you greedily shove his pants down to his knees.

“If you were that needy for our cock you could’ve just said so, sweetness.” He grins devilishly as your hands reach for the elastic of his boxers.

Mine, not yours…

Your eyes flick up to meet his, the smirk plastered on his lips fuels your irritation further.

“Shut the fuck up, Kas.” You say between gritted teeth, pulling his hard cock out from the confines of his boxers as he stifled a moan.

Fuck, that’s my girl…

You don’t give him much warning before you’re straddling his hips, sinking down onto his full length with a whimper. It didn’t matter how many times you had taken him to bed, you were still in awe of just how well he filled you up. You could feel every vein and ridge of his cock, caressing your inner walls in a way no other man could.

It was addictive, a slice of heaven you never wanted to lose.

The male grips your hips tightly, guiding them as he rocks his own up against yours. He’s groaning beneath you, dark eyes watching the space where your bodies are connecting with almost… fascination. A creamy ring has formed around the base of his cock as you continue to ride him. You let your nails dig into his clothed chest with a satisfied whine, your head falling back as you take him deeper.

She really is an angel…

The demon doesn’t seem pleased with your languid pace any longer as he abruptly flips you both over. The movement knocks the wind from your lungs. Kas grins down at you, his teeth gleaming in the moonlight that has filtered in through a broken window. His large hands hold you firmly in place as he begins slamming into your cervix. Causing your back to arch off the grimy floor, your shirt riding up in the process.

The sounds of your bodies connecting fill the once eerie silence of the night. His eyes rake over your newly exposed skin, pushing the material further up your torso. His calloused fingers trace over the ink splayed across your hip with a dark look.

“This little mark might protect your soul, but it’s not going to protect your body.” He grunts as he continues to slam his hips harder into yours, “Not from me. Or him.”

You don’t answer, instead grabbing a fist full of his hair and smashing your mouths together. He kisses you back just as roughly, teeth catching your lower lip hard enough to draw blood. The familiar taste of his saliva mixes with a harsh metallic flavor. The taste of you on his tongue only fuels the fire raging inside you. The male sucks your bleeding lip in between his.

Kas grabs your shaky legs, wrapping them around his waist to join you closer together. A gasp escapes your lips as he hits that sweet spot inside you, causing your eyes to roll back. The demon groans as he feels you pulse around his cock, trailing his lips over your jaw. The mixture of his spit and your own blood smearing across your skin.

“No wonder he can’t stop thinking about you,” his words are spoken so softly you almost don’t catch them.

Pride blooms in your chest as a small smirk graces your features, but it’s wiped away just as quickly. His hips pound into yours even faster, leaving any snarky comment to die on your lips. Instead a pleasurable cry pierces the air as your nails drag across his back.

You can feel your orgasm building with each deep stroke of his cock, filling you to the brim. His lips suck onto the base of your throat, his breath coming out in short pants as you tighten around him more.

“That’s it, angel. It's okay, I’m here.”

Your eyes that had previously fluttered shut, now snap back open. Coaxing his face up from the crook of your neck. No one ever called you that but Eddie, not even Kas.

Your eyes meet his brown ones, letting his hips slow their pace. That signature dimple indents his cheek when he smiles down at you, tears blurring your vision. You quickly blink them away to see him more clearly. Eddie leans down, gently kissing away the moisture that has stained your cheeks.

He wraps you in his arms, pulling you up and into his lap. The new position only buries him deeper inside you, allowing the pleasure to wash over you completely. Your body trembles in his embrace as you rest your forehead against his.

“Eddie,” you moan, grinding yourself harder onto his cock as he holds you close.

His touch is much softer as his hands reach out to caress every inch of you. While he still has control over his own body. Allowing himself to soak in every moment before he’s ripped away from you again. But between your pretty cries and his husky groans, neither of you will be lasting much longer.

“I’ve got you, angel… come for me.” The promise of safety in his voice makes your heart flutter in your chest.

Feeling his fingers encircle over your sensitive nub, he gives you one more hard thrust before you finally fall apart. A breathy cry of his name tumbles from your lips as you feel him twitch inside you. Your body melts further against him, an attempt to keep him here with you. Despite knowing the reality that was soon to come.

“Fuck… I love you. I love you.” He sounds desperate as he mutters the words against your temple.

In your blissful state you don’t notice the black haze beginning to overtake his irises. His words ring in your ears as you feel him spill inside you. Not stopping the movement of his hips as he fucks his essence deeper inside you. Letting your head fall into the crook of his neck as you mumble those three words back into his flushed skin. His comforting scent washes over you as you attempt to catch your breath.

“Well wasn’t that just so sweet,” your body stiffens in his embrace, his deep chuckle snapping you out of the sweet cocoon you were just in.

You quickly scramble out of his lap in an effort to detach yourself from him. His previously comforting touch now sets your skin ablaze, as if he had burned you. You can feel the mixture of your arousal dripping down your thighs as you hurry to find your discarded clothes in the dark.

In your frenzied state, you don’t hear him approaching until he’s right behind you. His ringed fingers dig into the curve of your waist as you bend over to retrieve your jeans. His hips flush against your ass, the metal on his belt pressing into your bare skin. His hand reaches around to dip in between your thighs, collecting some of the mess you both made.

Kas eagerly sucks the digits into his mouth with a moan, before you feel the warmth of his body disappear.

“We’ll be seeing you soon, sweetheart… you can count on that.”

Is the the last thing you hear as he slips into the still of the night.

[writing-jellyfish]

I miss you, I'm sorry

Toxic!Simon x reader, angst

Jealousy wasn't something you often felt. It was a feeling you learned to push aside and ignore, for your sake and for the relationship. It caused straining and tension, the pull of a rubber band before it snaps and hurts the other person.

It was its own tidal wave the crashed in the pit of your stomach, the heavy and shortened breaths that got harder and harder to get out. Jealousy wasn't kind. No, it was the worst emotion a human could feel. An emotion that only heightens the stages of grief.

It was the emotion you felt as you watched your ex from across the bar, hand splayed on the back of another woman's lower back. Each laugh that left her lips felt like a sword impaling your gut. Simon gave her kind eyes and a gentle hand but underneath it all was a cruel desire to have you back. He knew you would be here with your friends, a biweekly routine to catch up in your busy lives. Of course he knew your schedule like he knew where every birth mark and mole or freckle littered your skin the same way you knew where all of his scars buried themselves.

It was a mistake of his to let himself become too focused on work, too focused on anything other than you. Although you knew how he works, how he functions, what his lifestyle came to, it was hard enough to keep up with his constant leaves and travel. You asked him one night if he thought about going into reserve but he only gave a vague excuse of it not being "busy" enough for him. You tried your best to understand Simon and his past and how it shaped him into who he is but the walls were getting reinforced more with each deployment he came home from.

And so you sat there, watching. The chatter of your friends became white noise and the patrons at the bar meant nothing to you. Simon continued to pretend just as you did. Pretend that the other wasn't there watching out of the corner of their eye. It was a toxic game of cat and mouse chasing each other and getting within reach but never touching, a game of tug and pull. Watching and waiting but never making the step forwards, wallowing in grief and unable to move on.

Maybe that's what Simon wanted. He didn't want to see you with another bloke and be knew he was being a hypocrite but to him this was what he needed to do. He could see that way your complexion became paler, the way your eyes locked on him and the random bird he found alone at the bar. Simon knew that seeing him with someone else brought up a sick feeling in your throat.

Poor dove, drowning in the pain caused by you lover. It was a cruel game Simon played to get you back after you ended things. If only one of his nearby mates held back from swooping in to your side and taking care of you the way he should have would he have won the game.

This is my first dabble in fanfiction in like 10 years so apologies if it sounds a bit off or bland

Dividers by @adornedwithlight