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Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 16
(Azul usually only enters his full Cecaelia form when he is completely submerged in water, as it is hard to move with tentacles out if water. Azul is not the best swimmer, but he makes up for it with how powerful his tentacles are as he can actually do immense damage with them while underwater. There is a small heart shape on his right cheek beneath his eye among the natural dark coloration on his face. He doesn't like this heart very much until the Human points it out, now he thinks it is his best quality because it was enough to draw the attention of the Human in the first place.)
Warnings: yandere, multiple yanderes, platonic and romantic yanderes, bullying, the day of representatives is upon us, Malleus tries, some canon Malleus interests mentioned, unnamed students causing problems, mending some bridges, lending support, light cat vs cat conflict, Dragon, Hellcat, Shinigami, Cervitaur, Nemean Lion, Unicorn, Kelpie, mention of Water Nymph,
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This wasn't really how you had expected to spend the day. Through it was interesting at first, after the first hour you and every other companion had already become bored. Every companion except for Malleus.
"This one is a crow gargoyle, made 100 years ago. Out of all the Gargoyles, this is the only one that depicts a crow harpy as a Gargoyle, not to be confused with the crow Harpy Grotesques that line the fencing-"
Grim, Ortho, and Silver were already bored to tears after the long winded introduction to the Gargoyles that lived around Ramschackle as Malleus then moved on to the Gargoyles around the fencing. Honestly, it had been interesting at first to learn about the Gargoyles. Many had history you didn't know and it was always nice to talk to someone about their passions. Given this was the 50th or 51st Gargoyle the Dragon had introduced you to, you were a little bored.
It was while you were envying Grim- who slept soundly in your arms, the both of you atop Silver's back- you heard a strange sound on the wind. The sound was as if there were several voices shouting over one another. As you listened attentively to the sound, you heard a higher pitched cry that made your heart seize.
"What was that?"
"Hmm? That is a Grotesque-"
"No, not the Grotesques, Tsuno, that scream. What was the scream?"
Malleus paused his lecture to listen, Ortho and Silver doing the same before another high-pitched scream split the air again. Silver was first to turn and head towards the direction of the sound, your other two guards easily keeping pace with the Cervitaur. The increased jostling woke Grim who scowled and looked around at whatever was so important to draw your group away from the monotonous Gargoyles.
It wasn't hard to find the source of the sound.
"Come on, you stupid cub! You said you wanted to play, so we are just trying to play! Don't hide from us right after we start playing."
"Leave me alone!"
The crying voice of a young child made your blood boil as you saw the scene playing out in front of you. There were several students you didn't recognize- judging from their arm bands and magestones, they were from Heartslabyul- and they were heckling what seemed to be a young boy who hid in the roots of a tree. It was obvious the boy was crying and the sinister grins on the student's faces told you they had been tormenting him.
"Malleus-"
You didn't even have to finish your sentence before the Dragon acted on your behalf. Clearly the offending students were caught off guard by the sudden and harsh winds that threw them to the ground. They almost seemed ready to fight before they realized it was a less than pleased Malleus Draconia staring them down, the group scattering from the location to try and avoid the wrath of the strongest student among them. It didn't take much for you to memorize their faces, knowing you were due a conversation with Riddle and figuring you could mention their poor behavior to the temperamental Unicorn.
Once the offending students cleared out, you could see the boy better as he cowered among the tree roots. He was wearing a bright yellow shirt that had a few rips and tears in it. His hair was a red to gold gradient that highlighted and complimented his golden ears, tail, and back legs. The young boy was crying and trying to push himself further back into the roots even as Malleus approached, hissing warily at the Dragon and letting out pitiful mewls. He looked like a brighter and happier version of Leona.
"Here, let me try."
The mewling was hurting your heart more than you realized it would as you passed a somewhat displeased Grim to Silver. Malleus didn't allow you to dismount on your own from the Cervitaur's back- your leg was still injured- and instead chose to lift you up with his tail, setting you in the grass in front of the roots the child hid among. Where you wished you could have approached the clearly frightened child on your own, you weren't going to bemoan the fact now.
"It's okay," you began in a soothing tone, your voice taking on a much softer pitch, "they're gone now."
"They- They're gonna come- come back!"
"No, they won't. I can promise you that."
"Stay away!"
You frowned slightly at how clearly afraid the cub was and you shuffled closer, trying to not stress the cub further. He had several scrapes on his soft skin and you couldn't help but feel pity for theh clearly frightened child. Honestly, you had half a mind to go straight to Riddle after this and inform the Unicorn of the poor behavior shown by his dormmates. First, you had to make sure the cub was alright.
"Let's try this again, my name is (Y/n) (L/n), what is yours?"
"Ch-Cheka. My name- my name is Cheka."
"Okay, Cheka, where are you supposed to be right now?"
"Unca- Unca said I was- was 'posed to- to stay in the Greenhouse. But it- it's boring there! I just wanted to play..."
"Oh, you poor thing. I'm going to guess those students said they would play with you, but their games weren't very fun, right?"
"They weren't fun at- at all! They kicked and chased me, an-and they yelled at me-!"
The cub cut off with a loud sob and covered his face, crying his little heart out as he curled in on himself. You saw your chance to reach out and grab the cub as he cried, taking it slowly so he could pull away if he wanted to. He didn't fight as you lifted him into your lap, instead he curled against your figure and sobbed into your warm body, seeking comfort and affection after his frightening experience.
"I'm so sorry they did that to you. That isn't fair to do to anyone, especially someone so young."
"They- they hit me, an-and they said I was stupid-! And- and- and then they chased me-!"
You just held the cub and let him cry it out, rubbing his back to soothe him. He seemed like he was around five years old, maybe younger, and he clearly didn't expect anyone to be so cruel to him. Honestly, the more the cub sobbed, the angeier you became at those who dare to hurt him so gleefully. He was just a child, what kind of monsters were they to get off on hurting this poor little cub? Kids could be annoying, sure, but that wasn't an excuse to hurt and terrify them.
"Okay. It's okay now. I won't let them hurt you again, okay?"
"Okay..."
You swayed slightly to try and soothe the cub further, his heartwrenching sobs slowly dying down to sniffles as he cuddled against you. Once the cub has mostly calmed down, he seemed drowsy and low energy. It took a lot of effort to cry so much especially after being so scared.
"Cheka, Honey, where are your parents?"
"Unca is in the greenhouse... I don't know where Dada is... He said I had to stay with Unca, but..."
"Okay. Do you want to go see if we can find Unca or Dada first?"
"I want my Dada..!"
"Alright, let's find Dada. You can stay with us until we find him. We'll make sure those mean students don't bother you again."
"Okay..."
Malleus used his tail once more to lift you and Cheka up, back onto the back of the Cervitaur. Neither he nor Silver seemed put off by the extra weight of the cub. The only one who seemed angry was- surprisingly- Grim.
The little Hellcat's ears were flat on his head and his three pronged tail was lashing in frustration.
"That's my Hooman..."
As he growled, you frowned at the small Hellcat, but you figured he would be less than pleased with the situation. Cats from your world were territorial, especially the males, and now Grim had to compete with Cheka for your affections. He was clearly angry that he was relegated to Silver's arms and not yours as he glared jealously at the younger cub.
"Grim," you started with a gentle but warning tone to the Hellcat, "calm down. Cheka isn't a threat to you."
"Yes, he is. You are my Hooman and that means I should be the one you hold, not that- that cub!"
"Grim, just because we are helping Cheka out doesn't mean you're not my boy anymore. I'm your Hooman, and you're my Grimmy. Okay?"
He was still frowning, but his tail had stopped lashing as he slowly nodded. It was clear he wasn't happy with the situation but he wasn't going to be mean to Cheka either. Now, all you had to do was find Cheka's Dad- who was more than likely a Nemean Lion, judging from Cheka- somewhere on campus.
"Tsuno, is it okay if we pause the Gargoyle excursion for now? I think getting this little one somewhere safe should take priority."
"... The Gargoyles will still be here another day."
"Thank you, Tsuno. You're a good guy."
Malleus seemed to get a somewhat darker tint to his pallid cheeks, his tail curling and waving with your light praise. Cheka finally pulled away from your warm hug, looking around now at the several monster men that stood around the two of you and even at Silver, who you both were riding. His eyes seemed to train on Malleus before returning to you and he almost looked confused, glancing back and forth for a moment.
"Aunta, what are you? You smell like," he paused to sniff at your arms and shoulder, "like a weird Lizard, but you don't look like a Lizard..?"
"Because I'm Human, Cheka."
"Hooman?"
"Close enough."
"Wait, so you're who Dada is here to meet? He said Unca was talking about a Hooman that stays at the school, and that he had to go to a meeting with the Hooman. Mama told Dada to take me along too, and Dada told Unca to watch me while he went to the meeting thingy."
"Okay, so your Dada is one of the representatives. Got it. I'm guessing you're from Sunset Savana?"
"Yeah! That's Dada's Kingdom and it will be my Kingdom some day too!"
"Gotcha. Well, I know where your Dada will be come lunch time, can you wait to see him until then, or do you want to go see him right now?"
"... Well, those meanies aren't here anymore... And you're really nice to me, Aunta, so I can wait to see Dada. Just don't leave me alone again, okay?"
"Okay, I'll stay by your side until we get you back to your Dada."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
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Leona slowly woke from a surprisingly peaceful slumber, humming as he came back to consciousness. It was nice to not be woken up for the hundredth time by his nephew. While he slowly woke a question soon floated up in his sleep hazed mind.
Where was the cub?
Usually Cheka's energy was boundless and insatiable in his desire to play, so he should have technically been the one to wake Leona. The fact alone that he wasn't in Leona's immediate line of sight put the Nemean Lion on edge. He didn't fear what his older brother Falena would do to him for losing the cub, he feared what Falena's wife would do.
That fear and concern was what pulled the Lion to his feet and began his increasingly worried search of the greenhouse. There was no trace of the cub.
"Damn that brat! He couldn't just stay in one place for only a few hours?"
Leona snarled as he began the long and arduous task of tracking the cub, following one of countless scent trails in the hopes he could find the Cub before other students did. Most of those at Night Raven College would have a field-day tormenting such a young cub, and he didn't really want to face the wrath of his brother's wife. As annoying as Cheka was, he also didn't want the cub to get hurt because of his negligence.
One thing was for certain though, he would never agree to watch that nuisance again.
~â˘Â§â˘~
Your rag-tag herd made their way through the mirror and into the Heartslabyul domain, Cheka looking around in awe at the many different rose bushes and the large swooping architecture. Malleus took the lead, followed by Silver, and Ortho brought up the back of the group. You were very thankful Ortho was there as he seemed to befriend the little cub easily and the two were able to talk about everything and anything.
Though you thought the cub was absolutely precious- and a certain part of your brain wanted to adopt and keep the cub- you knew he would have to go home eventually. That didn't mean you were going to let the cruelty others showed to him go unanswered, however. Trey and Riddle were both supposed to be at their dorms today, or so Ace told you, so you figured you could visit as promised and tell Riddle about those students.
It didn't take long for you to locate the Unicorn and Kelpie, both were at the Heartslabyul lake. Riddle was laying on the grass on the bank of the Lake and Trey seemed to be swimming in the water. When your group approached, you could have sworn you saw Cater laying across the Kelpie's back. The moment you called out to them there was a loud splash, and you didn't see the Water Nymph anymore.
Part of you wondered if Cater was avoiding you due to what happened with the Wolves, but you weren't going to push to befriend the Nymph either. There were still things left unspoken between the two of you. You were still injured, so he couldn't possibly face you after what he did.
"Hey, Riddle, Trey!"
You waved as your group approached the equine students who both looked surprised at your presence in Heartslabuyl.
Riddle was first to stand to greet you, but it was Trey that caught your attention. Slowly pulling himself out of the water, you saw that his typically white coat was a deep lake-green. Fins protruded from the backs of his front legs and it was clear his back legs were one large fin, reminding you of a Hippocampus from Greek mythology. His tail- which was usually a fine strands of green like his usual hair- was now stringy kelp looking fins that flicked off water.
He seemed to struggle for a moment as he pulled himself onto the bank, but the large tail-fin split back into two legs rather quickly, allowing the Kelpie to stand. Apaprently Trey wasn't just a white horse afterall and seemed to actually be a Kelpie as you knew them. It made you vaguely wonder why Kelpies weren't considered dangerous to you, as your home legends of Kelpies usually depicted them eating Humans.
"(Y/n), it's such a relief to see you," Riddle started, drawing your attention back to him, "when we heard you were injured, I feared the worst."
"So I've heard. Don't relax too soon, there are representatives I have to meet today, and apparently they will be deciding if I get to stay here or not..."
"What? Where will you go if they decide you can't stay?"
"I don't know. All I know if I have to meet with them around lunchtime. Trey, thank you again for the pastries, we thought they were delicious. Papa Hades says 'thank you' as well."
This seemed to make the two startle somewhat as clear shock was on both their faces.
"Wait- Hades? As in, one of the Seven Hades?"
"Yup. He's staying at Ramschackle for a bit."
"I mean, I expected the patron protector of Humans to take an interest in you, but I didn't think the rumors of him being on campus were true."
"Yeah. He's actually really nice. He said Trey's pastries were some of the best he's ever had."
Trey smiled at this, looking somewhat wistful as he glanced away. Honestly, he hadn't expected anyone other than you and Grim to eat the pastries, but it made him happy to know one of the Seven liked his family recipie. Maybe it would be a good thing if the Shinigami decided he wanted more pastries from the family of Kelpies. It could certainly help their profit margins.
"Glad to hear he liked them. Also good to see you, you seem to be in high spirits despite everything-"
Trey cut himself off as he realized you were cuddling what looked like a small Nemean Lion cub, his eyes wide in shock.
"Is that-?"
"This is Cheka, he's a Nemean Lion cub. He came here with his father, but his uncle- who I assume is Leona- was supposed to be watching him. We found him being bullied by a bunch of Heartslabyul students."
This made a certain dark look of anger take over Trey's features and you vaguely recalled Ace telling you about Trey's many younger siblings. No doubt the Kelpie was furious students from his dorm were so keen to bully a literal lost child.
"Point out these rule-breakers and it will be off with their heads!"
~â˘Â§â˘~
Leona was more than a little stressed as he continued to search, finding what seemed to be the remnants of a scuffle outside of the Greenhouse. Several scents he didn't really recognize mixed with Cheka's scent and led to a large gnarled tree. Obviously some students decided to use little Cheka as sport and this genuinely made Leona start to worry.
At first, he was irritated that the cub had not heeded his warning to stay in the Greenhouse, but if others got a hold of him it was possible Cheka was hurt. Leona didn't like Cheka one bit and hated looking after the nuisance of a cub, but he didn't want the little idiot hurt by any means. It would not only make him feel awful, but it meant the women of his house would turn on him for letting the cub wander off.
He tried to take in as much information as he could despite the many different scents present among the tree. There didn't seem to be the smell or presence of blood, so Cheka was not gravely injured before he left the tree. The only conclusive scent he could distinguish among the many was the scent of the his precious little Mousey.
There were worse people who could have found the cub and Leona hoped his Mousey hadn't gone far with Cheka. Of course, that probably meant the overgrown Lizard was with her, one of his scales being enough proof of his presence among the many. Even if his Mousey was a safe bet to leave Cheka with, he still didn't want to get chewed out by his family for not searching for the cub.
Falena wouldn't let him hear the end of it and neither would Falena's wife. There was also the possibility that Cheka could befriend the little Human and put in a good word for Leona. If the Human liked the cub, he could use the boy to get closer to his Mousey in the future. Turns out Cheka may not be so useless after all.
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massage | bang chan, han, felix, seungmin
summary. you're sore and stressed but luckily your boy is there to help. collab with @httpdwaekki <3
type. requested <3
warnings. fem!reader, use of terms like "missy", "pretty girl", mentions of wearing a bra
words. 1000 / blurb
a/n. here she is!!! these were so hard to make lmao but once inspiration struck it went like a charm :3 im so excited about this little project because itâs a collab with one of my favorite human in the worldddddddd @httpdwaekki <3 thank you sm for doing these with me :3 for minho, changbin, hyunjin and jeonginâs part go on her profile!
part 2
bang chan
As a choreographer, you have to work physically for hours on end. Your day-to-day life consists of a never-ending workout. With the years, you've become accustomed to it. Your body is now a well-oiled machine. But even you could push yourself a little too hard occasionally.
Working in the same building as your boyfriend often had its advantages, like shared meals and quick kisses between breaks. But it also had the disadvantage of exposing yourself to his watchful eyes whenever you pushed yourself too much. Between meetings, Chan often came for a surprise visit.
Just now you could see from the corner of your eyes, his lean and muscular shape enter the room. His gaze warm and joyful at first, then suspicious when he noticed you were hobbling around the studio. You had been working really hard to choreograph a new solo and in your creative trance, might have forgotten to pace yourself a little. You did allow yourself a quick break to hug him, hearing him whisper in your ear a quick "Be careful," in between kisses.
When you finally couldnât take it anymore and decided to head home, you hesitated in front of the studio door. It was your habit to give Chan a quick goodbye kiss before going home but you didnât think you could do that without him noticing how much your legs trembled. Not up for a lecture on top of your exhaustion, you swiftly left the building, deciding on a quick text instead.
When you got home, you jumped in the shower, the warm water almost making you moan as it soothed your abused muscles. You changed into comfortable clothes before you got started on a quick dinner.
When Chan finally came home it was late, you were sprawled on the couch looking extenuated. He couldn't stop a slow smile from spreading on his lips as he stared at you. Your hair was still slightly wet, you were wearing his favorite pajamas and clutching a plushie on your chest. You usually liked to play on your phone while you watched a show, but you must have been really spent out because your phone was nowhere to be seen and your empty gaze was fixed on the TV.
"Hi sweetheart," he said in a soothing voice as he crouched to kiss the top of your head. You grumbled in return, gaze still hypnotized by the documentary series you'd been watching. You heard him forage in the fridge in search of something to eat. "I made chicken, rice, and a salad. There's some left over for you on the stove," You heard his little 'Ooooh' of happiness and couldn't keep a smile in. He quickly grabbed a plate and came back to eat next to you. Of course, not before giving you a quick peck and saying thank you for the meal. Once done, he laid down on the couch, focused on answering some messages on his phone. After a while, you beard him sigh and close his phone, "Ready to go to bed?"
You nodded yes but when he got up, made no move to follow. He looked at you with his eyebrows lifted. "You're not coming?"
You sighed, took a long look at your legs, then back at him, and answered shamefully. "I will be honest with you. I don't think I can." He looked at you with that tight lip, furrowed brows expression he always had when he was confused about something. He looked at your legs, trying to figure out what exactly was wrong with them until he realized you hadn't moved since he came home. "So you did you push yourself too hard you little liar." You knew from his tone that he was unhappy with you and felt a bit dumb for thinking you could have ever hid this from him. You grumbled a 'might have', he didnât miss. He exhaled with a disbelieving smile before sitting down next to you. "Can I do anything to help?" You played nervously with your fingers, uncomfortable to request what you really needed. He searched for your gaze, but you wouldn't look at him, keeping a precise focus on your twisted fingers. "couldyoumassagemylegs."
"What?", he laughed.
"couldyoumassagemylegs."
His eyes light up when he finally made sense of your mumbled request. "Massage your legs? Of course, why do you look so shy, angel?" He had that cute taunting smile on his lips. There was no way in hell he wouldn't help you, but still, he loved to taunt you especially when you got shy like this.
"I always feel kinda awkward asking for massages."
"You shouldn't, you work hard. You deserve all the massages you want." He moved down to sit closer to your extended legs, and calmly laid his warm hands on them before he started moving in circular motions. You couldn't help a few whimpers at first, it hurt like a bitch. He apologized profusely, encouraging you to weather it, knowing it would get better soon. "I know baby. I'm sorry."
Slowly, as the blood started circulating in your muscles, a relaxing feeling spread in your body. You were limp like a noodle, completely abandoned to Chan's strong hands massaging the pain away. He lifted his head after a few minutes of diligent massaging and giggled as he looked at you, eyes closed, mouth slightly opened, about to doze off. He stopped, earning a groan of protest from you, "You're about to fall asleep, I promise I'll continue, but in our bed."
You opened lazy eyes, deciding idea wasn't half as bad. He approached you, arms opened to carry you upstairs. "Come here, girl." He groaned a little when he picked you up, mostly out of habit than because of real strenuous effort. You wrapped your arms tight around his neck, nuzzling in his warm skin. He giggled at the touch but kissed the side of your head with a smile as he carried you, bridal style to your room, wantqing you to be able to fall asleep comfortably in bed as he massaged the ache away.
han
"Jesus reese peanut butter cup, that hurt," you mumbled as you clutched your hand to your chest. "Y/n, you okay?" you heard Minho call out from upstairs. "Yeah, I'm fine," you quickly answered, not wanting him to come downstairs and find out you had, in fact, dropped a heavy piece of furniture and strained your hand and shoulder as you tried catching it. Han's head poked around the corner of the stairs, his fluffy hair falling around his cheeks. "You sure you okay, babe? We heard a loud noise." You nodded with a tight smile, not wanting to worry him unnecessarily. The thing is, maybe you should have told someone because as time went on the pain only kept getting worse. But you were almost done moving Minho into his new apartment, so you decided to take on yourself and not say anything.
You did your best to hide your discomfort, but apparently, you weren't doing an excellent job of it. You could feel your boyfriend's worried glance every now and then. Each time you tried smiling or acted as if you didn't notice it, even when he confronted you.
After a quick dinner, Han suggested you join him in the shower, an adorable grin on his lips. You nodded with a smile and waited for him to leave the room before you tried lifting off your shirt. You managed to do it with lots of whimpering and cries of pain. Thankfully, with the shower running, he didn't hear, but once you got in, it got harder to hide the state you were in.
"You ready to tell me what was going on now? You acted really weird today."
You gave him a feeble smile, "I was just really tired. It was a big day." He nodded, not looking very convinced, and tried to put his hand on your shoulder to comfort you. Even the slight weight of his hand made pain course through your nerves and you backed in the corner like a wounded animal. His brown eyes rounded with worry. "What's going on?"
"I dropped something earlier and when I tried catching it, I strained my arm. It's been hurting more ever since."
The emotions on his face immediately swapped for a seriousness you had rarely seen before. He took a moment to look at the way you let your arm rest limp on the side of your body before he ushered you to come closer.
"Come here baby, I promise I'll be careful."
You stepped towards him and watched as he took a rag and some soap and started gently washing your body, making sure to be extra careful around your hand and shoulder. Once done with the washing, he asked you to wait as he exited the shower. He came back with a towel wrapped around his hips and another open in his arms, ready to welcome you. If you weren't hurting so much, you would have swooned at the sight in front of your eyes but the relentless zap of pain coursing through your upper left side wouldn't allow it.
He dried you delicately and helped you put on one of his oversized t-shirts. The fabric hung on your skin and his comforting smell filled your nose. "I'm okay Ji, I just need to rest. You don't have to do all this."
He was swiftly getting dressed but stopped to look at you with furrowed brows. "This is not okay, you're hurt." He approached to grab your face in his hands, his brown eyes set on yours, his wet hair hanging on his forehead in soft curls. "I will take care of you. Go sit on the bed, I'll be right there, okay?"
He kissed the tip of your nose and gently nudged you towards your bedroom. You heard him rummaging in your small kitchen before he came back with a small towel and ice pack in his hands.
"Ice is good for sore muscles. It slows your blood flow, so it helps with inflammation and pain." He quickly explained as he sat next to you.
You winced when he wrapped your shoulder with the towel and ice despite his delicate manoeuvers. But he was right because just a few minutes in, you laid back in bed relishing in the break you were finally getting from the constant ache.
"Does that feel better, love?" You nodded with your eyes closed. You heard your boyfriend giggle and felt his hand softly grab your hurt one and start carefully massaging it. He pulled on each of your fingers softly and asked you to do a few movements, monitoring closely your reactions.
Once done, he sighed with relief. "Well, I'm glad to announce nothing is broken. It's a really bad sprain, but you should get better soon."
You opened your eyes to meet his focused gaze. "How do you know so much about this?"
His hands kept moving in circular motions as he answered with a small smile. "I was a trainee for years, practicing for hours. I've also been an idol for seven years now. Believe me, sprains are a daily occurrence in our field. We've all learned to treat and assess them pretty quickly."
You stayed silent for a beat, "As much as I think it sucks that you have to deal with these injuries because of the intense pace of work you've been thrown into since a young age, I must say I'm pretty glad you have this knowledge tonight." You smiled and softly stroked the side of his face with your good hand. "I also admit, I like seeing you like this. The whole 'nurse jisung' knowing all about my injury, able to assess and care for it, is pretty hot."
At the subtle meaning behind your words and tone, he lifted his head swiftly, a spark of interest illuminating his dark eyes. "Do you, now?"
You bit your lower lip as you slowly nodded, your eyes fixed on his plush lips. You tried leaning forward to kiss him but even the small movement made you whimper in pain. Immediately Jisung pulled back, "Okay, okay, relax Casanova. Keep your flirting for when you're able to move without sounding like an old grandma, okay?"
He laughed at the pout on your lips before leaning down to give you a quick peck. "Better than nothing, right?"
felix
Working as a marketing manager could be definitely more stressful than you imagined. Still, you wouldn't exchange your career for anything else. You loved the creativity your work allowed you to unleash. Even when it meant spending entire days sitting in front of a computer or crouched on a model for a presentation, like today. You tried massaging your sore neck as best you could on the bus ride home. Your day had been packed and your shoulders, neck, and back were killing you. You were about to select a podcast to listen to when you noticed a text you had received a few minutes ago.
You closed your phone with a giddy smile. It wasn't often that your boyfriend got home before you. You felt butterflies in your stomach at the thought of having some one-on-one time with your busy partner.
When you got home, you didn't even call out his name. You knew where he would be. You dropped your bag and coat in the entryway and headed quietly for his gaming room. As predicted, you found him sitting in his chair, an empty bottle of water next to him. He looked breathtaking and adorable at the same time. He didn't hear you coming in with his headphones. His dark eyes focused on the screen, his tongue darting out to lick his lower lip from time to time. You knew better than to disturb him before his game ended so you waited for the screen to go back to the main menu before you pounced. Felix let out a high-pitched scream and grabbed his chest as if trying to keep his heart inside. Once he realized who held him, he wrapped his arms as well as he could from his position around you. "Hey, ladybug."
"Hey sunshine," you answered with a kiss on his cheek. "What do you think of dino chicken nuggets for dinner tonight?" you asked with a little smile, your lips still pressed against his skin.
"Is that even a question?" he answered with a mischievous grin.
You ended up eating on the couch with a bottle of ketchup nearby. After your high-quality meal, you decided to settle down with a fun show you had started together some time ago. Quickly, Felix laid his head on your lap, asking you with the cutest puppy eyes if you could play with his hair. Without hesitation you started drifting your hands in the silky smooth strands of his hair, using from time to time your nails to delicately scratch his scalp, eliciting deep sounds of satisfaction from him.
A while in, you started moving around, trying to find a position where your back wasn't uncomfortable and your neck didn't feel strained. You tried not to bother him, but Felix was quick to notice your wiggling.
"Are you alright baby? Do you need to go to the bathroom?"
"No, it's just my neck and back are killing me." You finally admitted. He lifted himself up on his elbows to look at you with questioning eyes. "I've been working on this model for the past few days and I think all the crouching and bad posture is finally catching up to me."
He pouted before sitting up to drop a pillow on the ground between his legs. He backed up on the couch, making more room for you to sit. "Come on, sit down. I'll give you a massage."
You stared at him, flushed and unsure. "But, you asked me to play in your hair. I didn't say this to stop I was just-"
He cut you off with a stern look, "C'mon angel."
Begrudgingly, you slid down the couch to sit in between his legs. By the time his hands started professionally massaging your sore muscles, you were basically purring like a kitten. "Do you like that?" He giggled, loving to see you so happy and relaxed. You sighed with pleasure. Your brain felt so deliciously relaxed, that it was hard to even find words. "I admit you're really good at this, but you could do anything and I'd love it."
"Really? But you never ask for them!" You're always giving him massages whether it's after a particularly intense practice or to help him relax. On the other hand, Felix can barely count the number of times you asked him.
"You work so hard, it feels wrong to ask you to give me a massage after you've already spent the day using your body so much. I don't want to be an added task to your day."
He crouched to position his chin in the crook of your neck, his hands gently wrapping around your middle. "Are you telling me it feels like a task when I ask you to massage me?" he taunted, but you could hear the slight smile in his deep voice. "WellâŚ" you started off, implying it was, but started to squeal when his fingers tickled your skin. "Okay! OKAY! I'M JOKING! FELIX!!"
With a laugh, he stopped and kissed your cheek lovingly. "It's the same for me. Helping you feel good when you've been working hard or just because you need to cool down is in my job description as your boyfriend, okay? Plus, you know I love giving massages. So no more feeling shy or guilty, understood?" His lips on your ear sent tingles down your body as you nodded. "Or else, I might have to tickle you againâŚ" You opened your eyes wide at the threat in his words. "I promise, I promise! You can massage me as much as you want!"
seungmin
Today, like every other lately, was an unbearable pain in the ass. Work was stressful, and Seungmin had been stressed with his and the boysâ upcoming comeback. Making it so that your day-to-day constantly looked like one big anxious mess. You felt so pressured and under tension that unknowingly, your body had started to reflect your state of mind. Your shoulders were constantly tensed, scrunched up by your ears and you had to constantly remind yourself to take a deep breath, loosen your shoulders, and the tightening of your jaw.
You headed to Seungmin's apartment after work feeling tired as ever. Youâre only consolation being that it was finally friday and youâd get the whole weekend to chill out and rest. When you entered and called out his name and were only met with silence, it confirmed what you thought, he wasn't home.
You stared for a second more at his texts, he seemed so tired it made your heart ache. Dropped at your feet, you looked at your bag and coat, then at your sweatpants hanging by the laundry basket. Your whole body screamed at you to take off your bra, change in comfy clothes and play cozy video games in the couch. But you couldnât stop thinking about your hardworking boyfriend. Seungmin would never ask for it, but you knew he needed help. He was stressed, and barely had time to do things outside the company building. Dishes accumulated in the sink, dust covered almost every inch of the furniture, and mountains of clothes were displayed near the washing machine. Plus, you knew it had been at least a week since he had the time to eat a decent meal. So despite the fatigue and your own needs, you rolled up your sleeves, tied your hair up, chose your best playlist, and got to work.
When he finally came home, you were even more tired, but you felt satisfied knowing you might have helped remove some of his burden. He came home looking happy and relaxed for the first time in a week. You were relieved to notice that the tensed position of his shoulders seemed long gone. He hung his coat and looked at the pristine state of his apartment with a surprised expression. "What happened here?" he looked around, finding everything neatly organized, cleaned and put away. There were even two plates set out on the table and a delicious aroma wafted from the kitchen. "Why did you do all of this?" he questioned while walking over to you sprawled on the couch like a slug.
"I wanted to help. I know you've been really stressed with your comeback and didn't have the time to do this stuff, so I took care of it."
He kept staring at you with his piercing gaze. "You look tired," he stated while analyzing your posture.
"Work was intense today, but I'm fine." With a muffled grunt, you got up and reached your hand out for him. "I'm okay Min I promise. Come on, let's eat!"
At no later than 8:30pm you were tucked in bed while he changed. He noticed the neatly folded pieces of clothing in his wardrobe and poked his head out, a few rebel strands hanging over his eyes. "You even did the laundry and folded this chaos?"
You hummed in answer, not lifting your eyes from your phone. You couldn't see it, but you felt his gaze on you, studying. You refused to cross his eyes, not wanting him to know how much it had cost you to do all this. You still didn't regret it, but you didn't think you could get up for the rest of the night. The mattress dipped where he sat next to you, draping his arm over your covered legs. "Why?"
"Why what?" He picked up your phone from your hands to reclaim your full attention. His eyes shone with a determined light; he wouldn't give this up. With a sigh, you took your glasses off and wiped your face with your hands. "I wanted to help you, I know how stressed you've been with everything and I wanted you to be happy."
"So you keep saying. I really appreciate it but you didn't have to do that. I feel much better. I think we're finally ready for our comeback. I promise I'll be back to my neat freak behavior." You chuckled lazily, glad to hear he was finally feeling a bit more confident. "I'm sorry I didn't notice how much this whole thing affected you. I'm ashamed to realize I haven't been really present for you lately. How are you? How has work been?"
You grabbed his hand, feeling thankful for his sweet consideration, and admitted how exhausted you really were. "I just want to feel relaxed for once. It feels like I haven't been able to in weeks."
Your puppy-eyed boyfriend looked at you with a pensive gaze before suddenly asking you to turn on your belly. You did so with little question, and soon felt his expert hands massaging your abused back.
"Seungmin! What are you doing?" You squealed and tried to wiggle out from his grip. He softly, but firmly pushed down on your shoulders blades to keep you from moving. "Stop," he grumbled.
"You don't have to do that. You had a big week. Iâm sure thereâs a thousand things youâd rather do than give me a massage."
"Thatâs where youâre wrong. Taking care of my partner is important and a priority to me." He shushed you, "Why is it so hard to convince you to let me take care of you?"
You stayed silent for a few seconds before explaining how you always felt you needed to care for others. "It's not like I don't like it, but I don't really know how to let people take care of me."
You waited for an answer in silence, worried he might give you a lecture (he was good at that) but were surprised when you felt him bend down with his mouth by your ear. You felt a soft kiss on your temple before he whispered, "Then I'll teach you."
#ilya writes#ilya texts fics#ilya collabs#stray kids#stray kids x reader#stray kids fluff#bang chan#lee know#changbin#hyunjin#han skz#felix skz#seungmin skz#i.n skz#bang chan x female reader#han x female reader#felix x female reader#seungmin x female reader
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DLKASFJAKLFJ YOU!!! YOU GET IT!! i usually don't reblog my own posts but the tags in this one arrrhggg. I thought about everything there when I was making this!! The way each of them is running is not just to make them different poses from one another! (it's that too BUT!) It's also to try to reflet this moment in the fanfic and the context of WHY they're running!!
I could talk more about it but I don't think I have the words ldfaskjflka but basically you got everything in the tags!!
yooo so I started working on this when I finished reading Sleuth Jesters by @naffeclipse (not sure if you okay with tagging, i'll delete if not) some weeks ago and it absolutely destroyed my heart :D
the scene where they ran after the Vigilante after discovering their "secret"? Tears??? At 4AM??? More likely than you think!!
so yeah this piece is based on that scene, yes I took very long, yes I forgot to post it, kiss kisss muah
Edit: forgot to credit @sunnys-aesthetic, who made the Detective AU Sleuth Jesters is based on!! :D
If the tag edit doesn't work I might reblog this with the tagging later
#just aaaaa#theres also the point that the boys both are BIGGER than the vigilante!!#they (theoretically) should be faster!! Their legs are longer and they can run a lot more in less time! They know that and the vigilante!#knows that too!#but the vigilante doesn't JUST run#they find obstacles#they go over or under them! they have one and only thing in mind and it's too ecape!#like they always do!#but the boys even if usually they can keep the pace#they are so SO desperate in that moment#and like the vigilante there's only one thing in their minds (catching the vigilante but not for the normal reasons)#HOWEVER because they're desperate they make mistakes!! they don't look where they're going! but where the vigilante is!!#in this scene I believe both of them (or was it just sun??) came close enough to reach the vigilante shoulder#enough that they could feel it (and it gave them a burst of adrenaline to run FASTER)#like!!!#idk how to explain#sun&moon desperate: make mistakes. don't look where they're going. but focused on catching on#vigilante desperate: no mistakes. no looking came. no distractions. only focused on escaping. more than they ever been during the fic#and im pretty sure this IS the moment we see vigilante the most serious? like?? this is THE time they dont have jokes or nothing to lighten#the mood. only sharp and concentrate precision and nothing more (except the whole ''they hate me now'' feeling#which is also there#this is too long im sorry dksakfja#u made a running essay and im turn it into a character analysis#my art#self reblog#dca fandom
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Mama and Papa
Neuvillette x Fem!Reader
Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Breeding Kink, Cockwarming, Creampie
Summary: You absolutely adore the Melusines, treating every single one as if they're you're own child. That tenderness you hold dear for the cute little creatures was what drew the Chief Justice to you in the first place, seeing how even the tough Melusine guards seem to indulge and melt into your motherly embrace. However, for some reason, the scene of you all sweet and caring with the Melusines invoked another feeling from Neuvillette, one more... flithy and sinister than mere adoration.
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His eyes can't help but wander...
From the papers on his desk, all the way to your figure sitting on the floor. Two little Melusines accompanied you, one sleeping on your lap, the other behind you and braiding your hair.
The serenity of the scene before him prevented him from keeping his eyes off you... your presence was simply too alluring.
"Miss Y/N, are you our Mama?" Sedene, the one braiding your hair, suddenly asked, opting a surprised look from you, as well as your lover just a few feet away from you.
There was innocence in the little darlings eyes, "You are very nice to us, just like a Mama." She reasoned her question as she finishes off your braid with a bow.
"Hmmm, I guess I am your Mama! If you want me to be." You answered, caressing Sedene's cheek. "And that means that Neuvillette over there is your Papa!"
The Chief Justice assessed what had just unfolded in front of him, the cutest interaction he's ever seen in, perhaps, his entire life. Sedene's eyes met his, expectantly waiting for a confirmation of what you said.
"I suppose that makes sense." He answered the Melusine's questioning gaze, enjoying the huge smile that was brought to her face as she looks back at you.
That is when Neuvillette can truly take in the situation...
You and him... Mama and Papa...
Being parents together, that would mean seeing you with a swollen belly, nurturing a baby born of his and your love...
From him breeding you and coating your insides with his cum, your breasts would be producing milk for your child, and you would look absolutely radiant completely naked for him to please make love to and-
"Papa!" Neuvillette was taken out of his (very filthy) trance when Liliath, the one previously asleep on your lap, yells for him.
When he looked at her though, the Melusine gasps, "It's true..." She then looks back at Sedene. "He is our Papa! He looked when I called him Papa!"
"That's what Mama said!"
You giggled at their conversation, none the wiser of the piercing eyes that stared at you and was currently picturing you in his dirty fantasies.
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"W-Woahh... darling, hold on..." Your words seem to only come out as a breath, closing your eyes as you hold on for dear life.
He had you in a mating press, keeping your legs pressed against your chest as he eases into you slowly. Neuvillette is rather big, and you held desperately on his arms as he shoved himself all the way in.
He lets out a deep groan when he finally started to move, immediately opting for a fast pace. "Darling... I-" Neuvillette found it hard to get his words out, the feeling of your pussy squeezing him tight was far too good to be interrupted by his thoughts.
He was being rough with you, holding tight onto your thighs, thrusting hard into you, making sure to mover around so that you feel him fill you up to the brim with his cock. It wasn't like your usual love making... this one... he means business...
And boy, did you feel what he meant by the way his cock pounded you over and over, giving your pulsating cunt the pleasure that it wants.
Your husband couldn't be more hot at that moment, so focused on drilling into you, looking intently at where you connect. "I love you, Y/N." He whispered into the air breathlessly, eyes shut as he felt your insides squeeze him.
"I love you too..." you caressed his face and smiled, feeling full of love... in more ways than one.
As you continued, he pounded you even faster, a clear sign that he's about to cum. He would usually pull out already, preparing to coat your breasts with his hot seed.
However, he remains inside you, thrusting continuously, making you call out for him. "Neuvi... Ahhhh...." You moaned as you grabbed onto his arm. "I'm gonna... I need to..."
"Inside."
"Ahhhhg... What...?" You half moaned out, looking at him as you were almost blissed out from his cock fucking you so good.
"I want to cum inside you, Darling..." He said in such a dangerously low voice, sending shivers down your spine. "Will you let me?" He slowed down his thrusts into you, looking at you, almost begging.
You were rather shocked at his request, looking at him wordlessly.
"Please, darling..." He whispered once again. "Wanna breed you..."
And that did it for you, you nodded immediately, allowing him to do as he please.
You moaned loud as you came together, you feeling extremely fucked out as you felt his cum coat your insides, "Ohhh, Neuvi..." He buried his face on the crook of your neck, not bothering to take his cock out of your pussy.
"Thank you... I love you..." He said, his voice muffled by your skin. He inhaled your sweet smell before rolling to your side, holding you close so that you could cockwarm him and keep him all nice and warm. He also wanted to make sure that his cum would stay inside you.
"You know, Neuvillette..." You started in a rather teasing tone. "I think it would take more than one round for you to actually breed me..." You moved to be on to of him, sitting on his cock as you smile almost innocently.
You felt his cock stiffen inside you, making you giggle. "Don't worry, Darling... I'll make sure you get what you want..." You kissed him on the lips, your hips starting to move up and down.
"Breed me, Darling..."
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I absolutely love Melusines and now I have adopted every single one of them. I am now their mother.
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy my once a year update!
#neuvillette#neuvilette genshin#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact imagines#genshin impact#genshin impact smut#genshin smut#genshin impact neuvillette#neuvilette x reader#neuvillette smut
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Ë ÝđĽ Ý âDID YOU JUST FAKE THAT, PRINCESS?â
WINDBREAKER BOYS + FAKING AN ORGASM. ft. hayato suo, sakura haruka, togame jo, & umemiya hajime x f!reader
content: explicit smut (18+), overstimulation, squirting, fingering, cunninglingus, phone call / keep quiet, mirror sex, multiple rounds, creampies, usage of pet names, praise
part 1: ft. yamato endo, kiryuu mitsuki, & kaji ren
mdni - 2K wc . filled request! (i added togame) :>
HAYATO SUO. mirror sex
"h-how!â
your reaction is adorable, drawing a lighthearted chuckle from your boyfriend. you squirm a bit, face pressed uncomfortably against your vanityâs mirror as youâre bent over your own desk, a smiling suo looming right over you.
"well...you didn't replicate it very well," he coos, "i'm surprised you thought i would fall for that."
you narrow your eyes at him in disbelief. there was absolutely no chance that he was able to differentiate between a real one and a fake oneâ youâre certain of it. you had even mimicked the way your walls flutter around him whenever he pushes you off the edge.
âdonât believe me?â his voice comes out steady, cock prodding at your entrance, âiâll show you.â
you gasp at the feeling of his length stretching your walls, pushing until just the tip is inside. heâs holding you tightly, not letting you move when you impatiently try and push your hips back for more.
âs-suo,â you blurt, âstop teasiââ
all at once, heâs slamming his hips into you, your tongue lolling out when heâs buried deep inside you. he doesnât give you time to steady yourself before he sets a brutal pace, fingers coming to swipe perfectly at your clit. âsee?â his voice comes out cheerful despite the way heâs bullying his length into you so roughly, âthis is closer to the kind of faces you make for me.â
itâs all happening too fast. before you know it, youâre shivering and whining beneath him, arms knocking over your bottles of skincare as you try to brace yourself to take him. heâs awfully composed, subtly angling himself to slam against the spot that has you seeing stars. your orgasm approaches you so fast, faster than ever before, and itâs overwhelming.
âw-wait, suo, slow downââ you stammer, thighs shaking violently as the knot inside you threatens to snap. âitâs too much! âm gonna-â
âand you know? when i do this,â he interrupts sweetly, fingers coming to rub at your clit just as his cock pushes against a sensitive spot, âyouâll cum for me.â
it hits you in an instant, eyes widening when the familiar wave crashes through you, walls spasming against his length as you scream. your vision is still a blur even when he slows down his pace, dotted with white and black splotches. you can barely register whatâs happening when suoâs hands come to run up and down your body as he sighs contentedly.
âsee? like that,â he nods, âitâs easy.â
his length is still inside you, switching to slow and steady thrusts as you tremble beneath him. "don't worry. i'll show you again so you remember."
SAKURA HARUKA. squirting, cunninglingus, fingering
sakuraâs fingers leave your clit the second he realizes something isnât right, because youâre usually much louder and messier than this. he pulls back from your cunt for a second, head hot and blurry from nerves, and the violent blush across his face deepens as he forces himself to get a closer look at your cunt.
it all makes sense when he realizes he was touching the wrong spotâ most likely due to the fact that his eyes had been clenched shut.
ây-you didnât tell me,â he grumbles out of embarrassment, gaze shifting anywhere except on you. even with an apology and the explanation that you just wanted to make him more comfortable, the thought of howâd you look actually cumming on his face doesnât leave his head.
heâs buried in your cunt now, your thighs clenched tightly around his head as he fucks his fingers deep into you. sakura had no idea just how addicting it would be when you first mentioned it to himâ each moan that leaves your lips more sinful and loud than the last. it has his cock throbbing with need, forcing him to grind his hips against the mattress to relieve the frustrating ache.
âoh my godâŚâ you mumble to no one in particular, mouth falling open when he pushes his tongue inside your cunt, eating you out with more intensity as his fingers come to press into your clit. âsakuraââ
itâs dizzying, but he wants more. his free hand comes to dig into your ass, lifting you up a bit so he hold you flush against his face, licking and slurping at your cunt even as your thighs squeeze roughly against his head. âahâ fuck, sakura, w-wait!â
the way heâs eating you out feels different than what youâre familiar with. the knot in your core feels tighter, you feel wetterâ he feels better. your hands come to desperately tug at his hair when itâs too much, and his eyes widen when you unintentionally push him deeper into your cunt.
the pressure of his tongue flicking against your clit one last time is all it takes for you to scream, cunt gushing into him as he licks and suckles at your clit. your walls flutter around nothing, your body numbing from the intensityâ but your boyfriend looks the opposite.
âagain,â his voice is just above a growl, cheeks still glowing red with embarrassment, âlet me practice again.â
TOGAME JO. phone call / keep quiet, overstim
the sudden ringing of his phone catches the attention of the two of you, screen lighting up brightly as it vibrates against the mattress. togameâs thrusts slow down a bit, reaching to fish it from somewhere underneath the blankets to check the caller.
"ah, it's choji."
his voice comes out completely normal, as if he wasnât balls deep inside your cunt just moments ago. itâs almost irritating how limitless his stamina is; your body numb and overstimulated since long ago, and all youâre able to do now is lay there and take what he gives you.
it takes all your energy to try and pull away from him to let him take the call, struggling a bit with the way his big frame is towering over yours, but he suddenly pulls your hips back against his own.
âjo!â you warn through a hushed whisper, eyes narrowing into a glare as the cheerful melody of his ringtone repeats itself again. your eyes widen when he puts a finger to his lips to silence you, and you realize that heâs planning on answering it without stopping.
a hand wraps around your neck, pulling you up until your back is flush against his chest, his thickness nestled right against your cervix with the angle. âgonna stay nice and quiet for me while i answer choji,â he coos into the shell of your ear, âwonât you?â
âbecause weâre not done just yet..â
your body falls back onto the mattress when he lets go, and you grasp onto one of your pillows to stuff your face into when he resumes his pace, starting slow and deep.
âchoji?â togame asks, lifting the phone to his ear to tuck it between his shoulder casually. âah..today?â
his hands hold your hips firmly as he picks up the pace, balls slapping against your clit as his tip prods at your cervix with each movement, and you can only hope itâs not loud enough for the mic to pick up. togame feels differently than usual, the drag and stretch of his length against your walls much more noticeable when youâre trying to keep quiet.
âthatâs really last minuteâŚ.mhm,â a small grunt forces its way out, âiâll come after i finish what iâm doing here.â
thereâs a sharp thrust of his hips and you canât help the little yelp that escapes your lips. togame stiffens above you, hands gripping your hips to keep you still as the two of you wait to see if choji had heard you.
ânoiseâŚ? nah, it must have been my phone. itâs old.â
your thighs are trembling against his, knot inside your core still threatening to snap even after heâs ripped orgasm after orgasm from you. âlet me check the door though. hold on,â togame clicks the mute button before tossing his phone beside your head, suddenly pounding into you with more strength.
âf-fuck!â you cry when his cock hits a particular spot inside you, and youâre cumming just like that, gushing around him and screaming as your walls fluttering wildly against him. thereâs a deep groan from him as he clenches his jaw, pace not faltering as he rapidly approaches his own high.
he lets you fall limp onto the bed, mind numb from each orgasm heâs pulled from you after your stunt tonight. âyou gotta stay quiet,â he rasps, hands still holding your hips up for him, âwouldnât want choji to hear you getting stuffed full for the third time tonight, right?â
his words send a shiver down your spine, walls clenching around his length at the thought. youâre so tired, too tired to do anything except cling onto the sheets beneath you, and you know heâs not even close to his limit.
ââŚor would you like choji to hearâŚ?â
you shake your head quickly, drawing a small chuckle from togame. he picks up his phone again, giving you a warning squeeze around your hips before heâs unmuting his mic. âahhâŚâ he starts, âit was nothing. anyways, iâll see you later, choji. iâm hanging up.â
he hangs up abruptly, letting out a deep groan he didnât know heâs been holding in for the last minute when he feels your walls eagerly flutter around his length. togameâs quick to cage you underneath him, strong arms planted on either side of your head as his pace begins to falter, hips stuttering as he quickly approaches his high.
âso impatientâŚsqueezing my dick like that. want me to fill you up nice and full, huh?â
UMEMIYA HAJIME. creampie, pet names, multiple rounds
"c'mon," umemiya grunts from above you, hips slowing their movement against yours, "you know you can't convince me with something like that."
he's gentle when he lowers himself onto his forearms, forehead pressing against yours as if searching for his answer. your bottom lip curls into a small frown, eyes shifting their gaze away from your boyfriend. he's always so goodâ knows exactly how to get you trembling underneath him in an instant, and you hate it. you hate the way your expression starts to contort and the way heâs pulling the most lewd sounds from you.
"it's embarrassing," you murmur, voice barely above a whisper, "the faces i make."
his eyes widen a bit at the confession, as if the idea of you being embarrassed wasnât even a possibility in the first place. there's a experimental thrust of his hips, his cock nudging your cervix, and you can't help the small gasp that escapes.
âi donât think that,â he coos, heavy cock stretching you so perfectly as he starts to move against you again, âdonât be shy.â
"f-fuck.." you gasp, because he feels too good. his chest is slick with sweat, the muscles of his arms flexing beside your head as he gazes down on you, intent on gauging each and every reaction his cock rips from you. âthatâs good,â he whispers when your eyebrows furrow at the stimulation, âjust like that. keep your eyes on me.â
he's getting rougher with each roll of his hips, thick length reaching impossibly deep inside your cunt. the back of your hand comes to cover your mouth when you feel the familiar knot tightening in your core, eyes clenching shut to fight it.
"nuh uh," ume's voice comes out a little breathless from the pace, his hands coming to pry yours off of your face, "no more hiding from me."
"u-ume," you protest with a huff, legs wrapping around his middle to keep him deep inside you, "just give it to me. please?"
he chuckles a bit, big hand coming to squeeze at your face, puckering your lips out. "oh, i willâ iâll give you what you need, pretty thing," he grunts when your walls flutter around his cock at the nickname, "so keep your eyes on me."
his fingers stay around your face, angling your head to face him when he sets a rough pace, balls slapping against your skin with each movement.
"wanna see you nice and clear when you cum for me, okay?"
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Out Of The Woods
summary: The war is over and Rhaenyraâs daughter gets a fresh start in The North.
pairing: Cregan x Targaryen!Reader
word count: 842
warnings: Description of pain & childbirth, grief, RIP Jace <\3
note: SoooâŚâŚ. It appears that Iâm in Cregan Simp Mode
It is a brighter day than usual when your labors start. The sun even begins to peak behind the clouds, casting a gorgeous gleam over Winterfell. It has been six months since the civil war between your family has ended and it seems as though the smoke-like grief that clouds your mind is finally beginning to clear. After all of your pain and suffering, you are now far away from Dragonstone and even farther away from Kingâs Landing. As your younger brother sits the Iron Throne, you have a hope for a peaceful realm. As well as hope that you and Cregan will finally be able to start anew.
Things are different in Winterfell, especially now that the dance has ended. There is no pressure for your babe to have silver hair or violet eyes. No pressure for it to be born with a cock. All that matters is that the babe is healthy. Your child will not suffer the same hardships as you and your siblings once did.
You can hear heavy footsteps outside of the chamber as Cregan paces restlessly. While you endure another hour of labor, you try to keep your mind elsewhere. Your gaze is fixed on the flicker of the candle that sits in the chandelier above your head.
One of your earlier memories is your mother being in labor with Joffrey. You remember wincing at her screams and placing judgement on the names she called her midwives. Now you donât blame her. You even admire her for going through this so many times. You miss her terribly.
Your hand grips tightly onto the wooden headboard as you try your hardest to listen to the instructions of your midwife.
âPush into the pain,â she advises you, âwhen the pain is at its worst, thatâs when you will want to push the hardest, my lady.â
Your knees are at your chest, a thin layer of sweat covers your entire body, and your once white nightgown is now stained red. You inhale deeply as you brace yourself for another painful contraction.
And just like that, itâs happening again. It begins as a dull ache in your spine that eventually overtakes you completely. It feels as if you were being torn to shreds. Your muscles begin to spasm and each wave of pain is worse than the last.
A particularly loud scream echoes out into the hallway and it has Cregan bursting through the door into the room, his auburn brows furrowed.
âThis is not the place for men, my Lord,â your midwife sternly warns him.
âI do not care! Whatâs happened?â
âNothing!â you bark at him, your teeth gritted. This is a pain he is unable to comprehend.
âIâm fine, weâre fine. It just hurts. Thatâs all.â
Cregan frowns at you as he comes to stand at your side.
âMy lordââ your midwife tries to interject once again.
âIâm staying.â
He keeps true to his word and remains at your side for the rest of your labor, despite your midwifeâs wishes â earning him many dirty looks.
Another painful contraction comes and the pain is mind blowing. But it seems to be the light at the end of the tunnel. You bring your chin down to your chest and push with all of your might. You push as if your life depends on it, because it does.
âThatâs it, my lady! Perfect. I can see the babe already, a full head of hair,â she states.
Just when you swear you cannot push anymore, you feel sudden relief and loud cries fill the room.
âItâs a boy,â your midwife declares, and Cregan squeezes onto your hand tightly.
âAnd he is one healthy pup! With quite the set of lungs!â she adds.
About an hour later, once you are moved from the birthing bed and all cleaned up, you sit in your large bed that you and Cregan share. Your babe is cozily bundled up and suckling at your breast, his tiny gums gnawing at your flesh.
âDo we have a name for him?â Cregan asks you as he comes to take solace beside you, peering down at the tiny babe.
âIâm not quite sure yet,â you reply, your mind still hazy, your heart full, âdid you have something in mind?â
âI was thinking⌠he holds a striking resemblance to your brother. What do you think?â
You glance down at your newborn son. An angelic face matched with tiny wisps of dark hair that threaten to grow into a thick head of curls.
âOh,â you coo, âyeah⌠yeah, he does, doesnât he?â
Cregan smiles widely at you, in a way that makes your heart want to burst right out of your chest.
You and Cregan both held great love for Jacaerys. It was something you bonded over when you were first getting to know one another. After spending so much time with him at the beginning of the dance, Cregan began to care for Jace as if he was a brother of his own.
âSo itâs settled then,â he states with pride, âweâll call him Jacaerys.â
âJacaerys,â you breathe out in agreement as your husband places as gentle kiss on your forehead.
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In Another Life
Charles Leclerc x Reader
Summary: in which two soulmates are destined to always find each other only to be torn apart lifetime after lifetime after lifetime ⌠until finally, theyâre not (aka the reincarnation AU)
Rome, 79 AD
The bustling streets of Rome pulse with life as you make your way through the crowded forum. The scent of fresh bread and roasted meat wafts through the air, mingling with the chatter of merchants and citizens going about their daily business. You adjust your stola, the flowing garment feeling unusually constricting today as you hurry towards the Temple of Venus.
âWatch where youâre going!â A gruff voice shouts as you accidentally bump into a burly man carrying an amphora.
âMy apologies,â you mutter, quickening your pace. Your heart races, not from the near-collision, but from anticipation. Youâre running late for your clandestine meeting with Charles, the young patrician who has captured your heart.
As you approach the temple, you spot him pacing nervously at the base of the steps. His toga gleams white in the afternoon sun and his usually perfectly coiffed hair is slightly disheveled, as if heâs been running his hands through it anxiously.
âThere you are!â Charles exclaims as you draw near. His face breaks into a relieved smile, and he reaches for your hands. âI was beginning to worry you wouldnât come.â
You canât help but return his smile, your earlier stress melting away. âAs if I could stay away,â you tease, giving his hands a gentle squeeze. âThough I must say, your choice of meeting place is rather bold. The Temple of Venus? Are you trying to tell me something?â
He laughs, a warm, rich sound that never fails to make your heart skip a beat. âPerhaps Iâm simply hoping the goddess will smile upon us,â he replies, his eyes twinkling with mischief. âAfter all, we could use all the divine favor we can get.â
Your smile falters slightly at his words, reality creeping back in. âHave you spoken with your father?â You ask, unable to keep the worry from your voice.
Charlesâ expression grows serious. âI have,â he says, leading you to a secluded corner of the temple grounds. âHeâs ... not pleased, to say the least. He still insists on the marriage to Claudia.â
You feel a pang in your chest at the mention of Charlesâ intended bride. âAnd what did you tell him?â
âThe truth,â Charles replies firmly. âThat my heart belongs to you and I wonât marry another.â
Your breath catches in your throat. âCharles,â you whisper, âyou know the consequences-â
He cuts you off, cupping your face in his hands. âI donât care about the consequences. I love you, Y/N. I wonât let my fatherâs ambitions or societyâs expectations keep us apart.â
You lean into his touch, torn between elation and fear. âBut your family, your position ... youâd lose everything.â
âNot everything,â Charles insists. âIâd have you. Thatâs all that matters.â
Youâre about to respond when a commotion near the temple entrance catches your attention. Your blood runs cold as you spot Charlesâ father, Senator Leclerc, striding towards you, flanked by several burly slaves.
âCharles!â The senator bellows, his face contorted with rage. âStep away from that girl at once!â
Charles instinctively moves to shield you. âFather, please,â he begins, but the senator cuts him off.
âSilence! You shame our family with this ... this dalliance. I wonât stand for it any longer.â
You feel Charles tense beside you. âItâs not a dalliance, Father. I love her.â
The senatorâs face grows even redder. âLove? You know nothing of love, boy. You have a duty to your family, to Rome. I wonât let you throw it all away for some common girl.â
âSheâs not common,â Charles argues, his voice rising. âSheâs extraordinary, and I wonât let you or anyone speak ill of her.â
The tension in the air is palpable as father and son face off. You want to intervene, to de-escalate the situation, but youâre frozen in place, your heart pounding.
Suddenly, one of the senatorâs slaves moves forward, reaching for Charles. Without thinking, you step between them. âDonât touch him!â You cry out.
Everything happens in a blur. The slaveâs hand connects with your shoulder, shoving you back. You stumble, your foot catching on the hem of your stola. Time seems to slow as you feel yourself falling, tumbling down the temple steps.
âY/N!â Charlesâ anguished cry is the last thing you hear before pain explodes through your body and the world goes dark.
You drift in and out of consciousness, aware of frantic voices and the sensation of being carried. Charlesâ face swims into view, streaked with tears.
âStay with me, love,â he pleads, his voice cracking. âPlease, donât leave me.â
You try to speak, to reassure him, but no words come. The pain is fading now, replaced by a strange numbness. You manage to lift a hand to Charlesâ cheek, wanting to wipe away his tears.
âIâm sorry,â you whisper, your voice barely audible. âI love you, Charles. In this life and the next.â
As darkness closes in, your last thought is a desperate hope that someday, somehow, youâll find each other again.
Genoa, 1348
The acrid smell of smoke and death hangs heavy in the air as Charles makes his way through the narrow, winding streets. His eyes water, both from the stench and the unshed tears heâs been holding back for days. The plague has ravaged the city, leaving behind a trail of devastation and despair.
Charles pulls his cloth mask tighter over his nose and mouth, though he knows itâs likely futile. Heâs a physician, one of the few brave â or foolish â enough to still tend to the sick. But today, heâs not seeking out patients. Heâs searching for you.
âY/N!â He calls out, his voice muffled by the mask. âY/N, where are you?â
A nearby door creaks open, and a haggard face peers out. âKeep your voice down, fool,â the old woman hisses. âYouâll bring the afflicted running.â
Charles ignores her, pressing on. His heart races with each step, fear and hope warring within him. He hasnât seen you in days, not since you left to care for your ailing aunt. The memory of your parting plays in his mind, as vivid as if it were happening now.
âI have to go,â you had said, your eyes filled with determination and fear. âShe has no one else.â
He had tried to dissuade you. âItâs too dangerous. The plague-â
âI know the risks,â youâd cut him off. âBut I canât abandon her. Youâd do the same if it were your family.â
He couldnât argue with that. It was one of the things he loved most about you â your unwavering compassion, even in the face of danger.
âPromise me youâll be careful,â heâd pleaded, pulling you close. âPromise me youâll come back to me.â
Youâd kissed him then, soft and sweet. âI promise. Nothing could keep me from you, my love. Not even death itself.â
Now, as he rounds another corner, Charles clings to that promise like a lifeline. âY/N!â He calls again, desperation creeping into his voice.
Suddenly, he spots a familiar figure stumbling down the street. His heart leaps. âY/N!â
You turn at the sound of his voice, and Charles feels his world tilt on its axis. Your face is pale, your eyes glassy with fever. As he watches in horror, you collapse to the ground.
âNo, no, no,â Charles mutters, rushing to your side. He gathers you in his arms, his physicianâs training warring with his loverâs panic. âY/N, can you hear me? Open your eyes, love.â
Your eyelids flutter, and you manage a weak smile. âCharles,â you whisper. âYou found me.â
âOf course I found you,â he says, trying to keep his voice steady. âIâll always find you. Now, letâs get you home and take care of you.â
You shake your head slightly. âNo, itâs too late. The plague-â
âDonât say that,â Charles interrupts fiercely. âItâs not too late. Iâm a physician, remember? Iâll cure you. I have to.â
Despite your condition, you manage a soft laugh. âMy stubborn love. Always fighting the impossible.â
Charles lifts you gently, cradling you against his chest. âNothingâs impossible when it comes to you,â he insists, starting the journey back to his home. âWeâve overcome so much already. Remember when we first met? You were convinced a lowly apprentice physician could never court a merchantâs daughter.â
You smile at the memory. âAnd you were determined to prove me wrong.â
âWhich I did,â Charles says, a hint of his old cockiness creeping into his voice. âRather spectacularly, if I recall correctly.â
âMmm, yes,â you murmur. âThat night under the stars, when you recited all those ridiculous poems ...â
Charles chuckles. âThey werenât ridiculous. They were romantic.â
âThey were terrible,â you counter weakly. âBut your heart was in the right place.â
As they near Charlesâ home, your breathing becomes more labored. Fear claws at Charlesâ chest, but he forces it down. âStay with me, love,â he pleads. âWeâre almost there.â
Once inside, Charles lays you gently on the bed. He works tirelessly, applying every treatment and remedy he knows. Hours blur together as he fights against the inevitable, refusing to give up hope.
But as night falls, he can no longer deny the truth. The plague is winning and heâs powerless to stop it.
âCharles,â you whisper, your voice barely audible. âItâs time to let go.â
He shakes his head vehemently, tears streaming down his face. âNo, I canât. I wonât lose you again.â
Your brow furrows in confusion. âAgain?â
Charles pauses, unsure where that thought came from. âI ... I donât know. It just feels like Iâve lost you before, somehow.â
You manage a small smile. âPerhaps in another life,â you muse. âBut in this one, we found each other. We loved. Thatâs what matters.â
âItâs not enough,â Charles insists, his voice breaking. âWe were supposed to have more time. We were going to get married, have children, grow old together.â
âWeâll have that chance,â you say with surprising conviction. âIf not in this life, then in the next. Our souls are bound, Charles. I feel it. This isnât the end for us.â
Charles wants to believe you, but the grief is overwhelming. âHow can you be so sure?â
âBecause I know our love,â you reply, reaching up to touch his face. âItâs stronger than death, stronger than time itself. Weâll find each other again, my love. I promise.â
As your hand falls away, your eyes close for the last time. Charles pulls you close, his body wracked with sobs. âIâll find you,â he vows through his tears. âIn this life or the next, Iâll always find you.â
Days pass in a haze of grief and determination. Charles throws himself into treating the sick with renewed vigor, heedless of the risk to himself. And when the telltale symptoms begin to appear â the fever, the chills, the aching limbs â he faces them without fear.
As he lies in his sickbed, Charlesâ thoughts are only of you. âIâm coming, my love,â he whispers to the empty room. âWait for me.â
His last conscious thought is a fervent hope that somehow, somewhere, youâll be reunited once more.
Paris, 1789
The streets of Paris echo with the sound of angry voices and marching feet as Charles makes his way through the cityâs winding alleys. His heart races, not from the exertion of his hurried pace, but from the fear of whatâs to come. The revolution has begun in earnest, and his world is crumbling around him.
âCharles!â Your voice cuts through the chaos, and he turns to see you running towards him, your skirts hiked up to allow for faster movement. âThank God I found you. We have to go, now!â
He grabs your hand, pulling you into a shadowy doorway. âY/N, what are you doing here? Itâs not safe!â
You cup his face in your hands, your eyes blazing with determination. âI couldnât leave without you. The mob is heading for your familyâs estate. We need to get you out of the city.â
Charles feels a rush of love for you, even as fear grips his heart. You, a bakerâs daughter, risking everything to save him. âAnd what of you? Your family?â
âTheyâre safe,â you assure him. âPapa closed the bakery and theyâve gone to stay with relatives in the countryside. But you ... Charles, theyâll kill you if they find you.â
He knows youâre right. His family name, once a source of pride, is now a death sentence. âWhere can we go?â He asks, his mind racing.
âI have a plan,â you say, tugging him back into the street. âThereâs a farmer who owes my father a favor. Heâs agreed to hide us until we can secure passage to England.â
As you hurry through the streets, the sounds of the mob grow louder. Charles canât help but look back, his heart heavy with the knowledge of what heâs leaving behind.
âCharles, focus,â you urge, squeezing his hand. âWeâre almost there.â
Suddenly, a group of revolutionaries rounds the corner ahead of you. Their eyes lock onto Charles, recognition dawning on their faces.
âAristocrat!â One of them shouts, pointing an accusing finger. âSeize him!â
âRun!â Charles yells, pulling you in the opposite direction. You flee hand-in-hand, weaving through the narrow streets as shouts and footsteps echo behind you.
âThis way,â you pant, yanking him down an alley. âI know a shortcut.â
You lead him through a maze of backstreets, the angry voices growing fainter. Just as Charles begins to hope youâve lost them, you emerge onto a main road ⌠and straight into the path of another group of revolutionaries.
âHalt!â A burly man with a tricolor sash shouts, leveling a musket at Charles.
Charles pushes you behind him, shielding you with his body. âPlease,â he says, raising his hands. âWe mean no harm. Weâre just trying to leave the city.â
The manâs eyes narrow. âYouâre Leclercâs boy, arenât you? The one whoâs been helping nobles escape?â
Charles feels you stiffen behind him. Heâd kept his activities secret, even from you, to keep you safe. But now ...
âYes,â he admits, straightening his spine. âIâve been helping innocent people escape persecution. If thatâs a crime, then Iâm guilty.â
The manâs face twists with rage. âTraitor to the revolution!â He spits. âYouâll pay for your crimes against the people!â
As the man raises his musket, time seems to slow. Charles is acutely aware of your rapid breathing behind him, of the sweat beading on his brow, of the hammering of his heart.
âNo!â You cry out, trying to push past Charles. âPlease, heâs a good man! Heâs helped people, saved lives!â
âY/N, donât,â Charles pleads, holding you back. He turns to face you, drinking in the sight of your face, committing every detail to memory. âI love you,â he says softly. âIn this life and the next.â
The words trigger a flash of memory â or is it dĂŠjĂ vu? Charles has a sudden feeling that heâs said those words before, in another time, another place.
The moment is shattered by the deafening crack of the musket firing. Charles feels a searing pain in his chest, and then heâs falling, the world tilting sideways.
âCharles!â You anguished scream seems to come from far away. He feels your arms around him, cradling his head in your lap. âNo, no, no. Stay with me, my love. Please!â
Charles tries to speak, but only a wet cough comes out. He can taste blood in his mouth. The pain is fading now, replaced by a spreading numbness.
âIâm sorry,â he manages to whisper. âIâm so sorry, Y/N.â
Tears stream down your face as you bend over him. âDonât apologize. You have nothing to be sorry for. Youâre a hero, Charles. My hero.â
He wants to tell you how much he loves you, how meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to him. But the darkness is closing in, and he can feel himself slipping away.
As his eyes flutter closed, Charles has a strange sensation of dĂŠjĂ vu. He sees flashes of other lives â ancient Rome, plague-ridden Genoa â where he loved you and lost you. Or did you lose him?
With his last breath, Charles makes a silent vow. Somehow, someway, heâll find you again. In the next life, youâll get it right. You have to.
The world fades to black, but Charles isnât afraid. He knows this isnât the end. Itâs just another beginning.
You hold Charlesâ lifeless body, your sobs echoing in the suddenly quiet street. The revolutionaries stand awkwardly, some looking ashamed, others defiant.
âWhat have you done?â You cry out, your voice raw with grief and anger. âHe was a good man! He helped people!â
The man with the musket shifts uncomfortably. âHe was an aristocrat,â he mutters, but thereâs less conviction in his voice now.
You look up at him, your eyes blazing through your tears. âHe was a human being,â you say fiercely. âAnd you murdered him.â
As the reality of what theyâve done sinks in, the crowd begins to disperse. Youâre left alone with Charles, cradling his body in the middle of the street.
âIâll find you,â you whisper, pressing a kiss to his forehead. âIn the next life, my love. I promise weâll be together again.â
As night falls over Paris, you sit vigil over Charlesâ body, your heart broken but your spirit undefeated. Somewhere deep inside, you know this isnât the end of your story. Itâs just another chapter in a love that spans lifetimes.
London, 1942
The steady tick of the clock on the mantle seems to echo through the small London flat as you pace anxiously, your eyes darting to the window every few seconds. The air raid sirens have been silent for days, but the tension in the city remains palpable. Itâs been weeks since youâve heard from Charles, and the knot of worry in your stomach grows tighter with each passing day.
A sharp knock at the door makes you jump. Your heart races as you rush to answer it, hope and fear warring within you. But instead of Charlesâ warm smile, youâre met with the solemn face of his fellow RAF pilot, James.
âJames,â you breathe, your voice barely above a whisper. âWhat is it? Whatâs happened?â
James removes his cap, twisting it in his hands. âMay I come in? Iâm afraid I have some news about Charles.â
The world seems to tilt on its axis as you step back, allowing James to enter. You lead him to the small sitting room, your movements mechanical, as if youâre watching yourself from a distance.
âPlease,â you say, gesturing to a chair. âSit down and tell me everything.â
James perches on the edge of the armchair, his discomfort palpable. âThereâs no easy way to say this. Charlesâ plane was shot down over the Channel three days ago. We ... we havenât found any survivors.â
The words hit you like a physical blow, driving the air from your lungs. âNo,â you whisper, shaking your head. âNo, that canât be right. Charles is too good a pilot. He promised heâd come back to me.â
James leans forward, his eyes filled with sympathy. âIâm so sorry, Y/N. Charles was one of the best pilots Iâve ever known, but the Jerries caught us by surprise. There was nothing he could do.â
You sink onto the sofa, your legs suddenly unable to support you. âTell me what happened,â you demand, your voice stronger than you feel. âI need to know everything.â
James nods, taking a deep breath. âWe were on a routine patrol over the Channel. Everything seemed quiet, and then suddenly the sky was full of Messerschmitts. They came out of nowhere, diving out of the sun.â
He pauses, running a hand through his hair. âCharles ... he was incredible. He managed to take down two of them before they could even react. But there were just too many of them.â
You close your eyes, picturing Charles in the cockpit of his Spitfire, his face set with determination as he faced impossible odds. Itâs an image that both comforts and devastates you.
âI saw his plane take a hit,â James continues, his voice rough with emotion. âHe was trying to draw their fire away from the rest of us. The last thing I heard over the radio was him saying, âTell Y/N I love her. In this life and the next.ââ
A sob escapes you at those words, so achingly familiar. âHeâs said that before,â you murmur, more to yourself than to James.
âIâm sorry?â James asks, leaning closer.
You shake your head, unsure how to explain the strange sense of dĂŠjĂ vu. âItâs nothing. Please, go on.â
James nods, though he looks at you curiously. âHis plane went down fast after that. We searched for hours, but with the weather and the waves ...â He trails off, leaving the grim implication hanging in the air.
âSo thereâs still a chance?â You ask, clinging to a shred of hope. âIf you didnât find ... if thereâs no body, he could still be out there, right?â
The pity in Jamesâ eyes is almost unbearable. âY/N, I know itâs hard to accept, but the chances of survival in those conditions ... it would take a miracle.â
You stand abruptly, pacing the small room. âThen Iâll believe in miracles,â you declare fiercely. âCharles is strong, and heâs a survivor. He wouldnât leave me, not like this.â
James rises, reaching out to place a comforting hand on your shoulder. âI understand. Charles spoke of you often, you know. He loved you more than anything in this world.â
âLoves,â you correct him sharply. âHe loves me. Present tense.â
James nods, not arguing. âOf course. Iâm sorry, I should go. Is there anything you need? Anyone I can call for you?â
You shake your head, suddenly desperate to be alone. âNo, thank you. I just ... I need some time.â
As you show James out, he pauses at the door. âCharles was more than just my commanding officer. He was my friend. If you need anything, anything at all, please donât hesitate to ask.â
You manage a weak smile. âThank you, James. That means a lot.â
As the door closes behind him, the flat seems to grow impossibly quiet. You lean against the wall, feeling as though you might shatter into a million pieces at any moment.
Your eyes fall on a framed photograph of Charles, taken just before he left for his last mission. His smile is radiant, his eyes full of life and love. You pick up the frame, tracing his features with a trembling finger.
âYou promised,â you whisper to the image. âYou promised youâd come back to me.â
A memory surfaces, unbidden. Charles, laughing as he spun you around in the park on your first date. âYou know,â he had said, his eyes twinkling, âI have the strangest feeling Iâve known you forever.â
You had felt it too, that inexplicable sense of familiarity, of coming home. âMaybe we knew each other in a past life,â you had joked.
Charles had grown serious then, cupping your face in his hands. âIf thatâs true,â he had said softly, âthen Iâm certain I loved you just as much then as I do now.â
The memory is too much. Your knees buckle, and you sink to the floor, still clutching the photograph to your chest. Sobs wrack your body as the full weight of your loss crashes over you.
âCome back to me,â you plead between gasping breaths. âPlease, Charles. Find me again. In this life or the next, just find me.â
As you kneel there, lost in your grief, a strange calm settles over you. Deep in your soul, you feel a certainty that this isnât the end. Somehow, someway, you and Charles will find each other again.
You have to believe it. Itâs the only thing that will get you through the long, dark nights ahead.
Berlin, 1961
The cold November air bites at Charlesâ face as he paces along the western side of the Berlin Wall, his breath forming small clouds in the dim light of dawn. His eyes scan the imposing concrete barrier, searching for any sign of movement on the other side. He checks his watch for the hundredth time, willing the minutes to pass faster.
âCome on, Y/N,â he mutters under his breath. âWhere are you?â
As if in answer to his plea, a small pebble arcs over the wall, landing at his feet. Charlesâ heart leaps as he bends to retrieve it, unfolding the small piece of paper wrapped around it.
Iâm here, the note reads in your familiar handwriting. Same spot. Be careful.
Charles moves quickly to a section of the wall where a drain pipe creates a small blind spot from the watchtowers. He pulls out a compact mirror, angling it to catch a glimpse of the other side.
âY/N,â he whispers urgently. âCan you hear me?â
âCharles!â Your voice comes back, barely audible. âThank God. I was worried you wouldnât come.â
âIâll always come for you,â he says, his voice thick with emotion. âAre you alright? Did anyone follow you?â
âIâm fine,â you assure him. âI was careful. But Charles, we donât have much time. Theyâre planning to move me to Moscow next week. This might be our last chance.â
Charles feels his stomach drop. âMoscow? No, we canât let that happen. We have to get you out of there tonight.â
âHow?â You ask, a note of desperation in your voice. âThe security has been tightened since the last escape attempt. There are patrols everywhere.â
Charles runs a hand through his hair, his mind racing. âI have a contact in the American sector. He might be able to help. But Y/N, itâs risky. If weâre caught ...â
âI know,â you interrupt. âBut I canât stay here anymore. I canât keep pretending to be loyal to a system I despise. And I canât bear to be separated from you any longer.â
His heart swells at your words. âI feel the same way. Okay, listen carefully. Meet me back here at midnight. Wear dark clothes and bring only what you can carry in a small bag. Iâll have everything else ready on this side.â
âMidnight,â you repeat. âIâll be here. Charles ... I love you.â
âI love you too,â he says softly. âMore than you could ever know. Be safe, Y/N. Iâll see you soon.â
As Charles turns to leave, heâs struck by a sudden, overwhelming sense of dĂŠjĂ vu. Heâs had this feeling before when talking to you, as if your souls have known each other across lifetimes. Shaking off the strange thought, he hurries away to set the plan in motion.
The hours crawl by as Charles makes preparations. He meets with his American contact, secures false documents, and plots the safest route to the western sector. As night falls, he returns to the wall, his nerves on edge.
Midnight comes and goes. Charles waits, every muscle tense, straining to hear any sound from the other side. Five minutes pass. Then ten.
âY/N?â He whispers urgently. âAre you there?â
Silence answers him. Charles feels panic rising in his chest. Somethingâs wrong.
Suddenly, the night is shattered by the sound of shouting and dogs barking. Floodlights blaze to life on the eastern side of the wall.
âNo,â Charles breathes, horror washing over him. âY/N!â
He presses himself against the wall, desperate to hear something, anything. The chaos on the other side grows louder. Then, cutting through it all, he hears your voice.
âCharles!â You cry out. âCharles, help me!â
Without thinking, Charles begins to climb the wall, heedless of the danger. He has to get to you, has to save you.
âStop right there!â A gruff voice shouts in German. Charles freezes, realizing heâs been spotted by a guard on the western side.
âPlease,â Charles begs in German, âYou donât understand. Thereâs someone over there who needs help. I have to-â
His words are cut off by the sharp crack of gunfire from the eastern side. Charlesâ blood runs cold.
âY/N!â He screams, no longer caring who hears him. âY/N, answer me!â
But thereâs no response. The night falls eerily quiet, broken only by the sound of hurried orders being given in Russian.
Charles slumps against the wall, his mind refusing to accept what his heart already knows. Youâre gone. He was too late.
Hours pass in a blur. Charles remains by the wall, numb with grief and shock. As dawn breaks, he hears someone approaching from the western side.
âMr. Leclerc?â A voice says softly. Itâs his American contact. âIâm so sorry. We ... we heard what happened.â
Charles looks up, his eyes red-rimmed and hollow. âTell me,â he says hoarsely.
The man sighs heavily. âShe was caught trying to reach the wall. There was a struggle. The guards ... they didnât hesitate to use lethal force.â
Each word is like a knife to Charlesâ heart. âDid she suffer?â He asks, dreading the answer.
âIt was quick,â the man assures him. âIf itâs any consolation, our sources say her last words were about you. She said, âTell Charles Iâll find him again. In this life or the next.ââ
Charles closes his eyes, a single tear rolling down his cheek. Those words ... why do they sound so familiar?
âMr. Leclerc,â the American says gently, âitâs not safe for you to stay here. We need to get you out of Berlin. There will be questions, investigations.â
But Charles barely hears him. His mind is reeling, flashes of memories â or are they dreams â flooding his consciousness. Ancient Rome, plague-ridden Genoa, revolutionary France, war-torn skies over the English Channel. In each scene, he sees your face, hears your voice promising to find each other again.
âThis isnât the end,â Charles murmurs, more to himself than to the confused American.
âIâm sorry?â The man asks.
Charles stands, a strange calm settling over him. âNothing,â he says. âYouâre right. We should go.â
As they walk away from the wall, Charles makes a silent vow. He will live, he will remember, and he will find you again. Somehow, somewhere, in another life, you will have your chance at happiness.
The Berlin Wall may have separated you in this life, but Charles is certain now that your souls are bound across lifetimes. And no wall, no war, no force on earth can keep you apart forever.
Abu Dhabi, 2025
The roar of engines fills the air as Charles crosses the finish line, clinching his first Formula 1 World Championship. The crowd erupts in cheers, but Charles barely hears them. His eyes scan the barriers, searching for one face among thousands.
As he brings his Ferrari to a stop, he sees you pushing through the throng of celebrating team members. Your eyes meet, and suddenly everything else fades away. Charles leaps from the car, not even bothering to remove his helmet as he runs towards you.
âWe did it!â He shouts, sweeping you into his arms and spinning you around. âWe actually did it!â
You laugh, tears of joy streaming down your face. âYou did it, Charles! Iâm so proud of you!â
He sets you down gently, finally removing his helmet. His hair is matted with sweat, his face flushed with exertion and excitement. To you, heâs never looked more handsome.
âNo,â Charles says, cupping your face in his hands. âWe did this together. I couldnât have done any of it without you.â
Before you can respond, he pulls you into a passionate kiss. The world around you explodes with camera flashes and cheers, but neither of you notice. In this moment, youâre the only two people in the world.
As you finally break apart, Charles rests his forehead against yours. âI love you,â he murmurs. âIn this life and-â
âAnd all the others,â you finish, a strange sense of dĂŠjĂ vu washing over you.
Charles pulls back slightly, his brow furrowed. âYou feel it too, donât you?â He asks. âLike weâve said these words before?â
You nod, a bit dazed. âItâs strange. Sometimes when I look at you, I get flashes of ... I donât know, other times, other places. But itâs always us, always together.â
A grin spreads across Charlesâ face. âMaybe weâre soulmates,â he teases, but thereâs a hint of seriousness in his eyes.
âCharles! Y/N!â A voice calls out. You turn to see Fred Vasseur approaching. âSorry to interrupt, but Charles has to get weighed.â
Charles nods, then turns back to you. âWait for me?â He asks.
You smile, giving him a quick kiss. âAlways,â you promise.
As Charles is whisked away for obligations, you find yourself lost in thought. The strange feeling of familiarity, of a love that transcends time, has been with you since the day you met Charles. Youâve never mentioned it to him before, afraid heâd think you were crazy.
The podium ceremony is a blur of champagne and cheers. Charlesâ radiant smile never wavers as he hoists the trophy, but his eyes keep finding you in the crowd. When itâs finally over, he makes a beeline for you, ignoring the clamoring reporters.
âLetâs get out of here,â he says, taking your hand.
You raise an eyebrow. âWhat about the press conference? The team celebrations?â
Charles shakes his head. âThey can wait. Right now, I just want to be with you.â
Hand-in-hand, you sneak away from the track, laughing like teenagers as you dodge team members and journalists. Charles leads you to his car and soon youâre speeding down the winding roads of the Emirati capital.
âWhere are we going?â You ask, the wind whipping through your hair.
Charles grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. âYouâll see.â
As the sun begins to set, Charles pulls off onto a small dirt road. It leads to a secluded hilltop overlooking the valley below. The view is breathtaking, the entire landscape bathed in the warm glow of twilight.
âCharles,â you breathe, taking in the scene. âItâs beautiful.â
He comes to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. âNot as beautiful as you,â he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your neck.
You turn in his arms, struck once again by the intensity of his gaze. âWhat are we doing here, Charles?â
He takes a deep breath, suddenly looking nervous. âY/N, do you remember the day we met?â
You smile at the memory. âOf course. I was lost in the paddock and you offered to help me find my way.â
âThe moment I saw you,â Charles says softly, âit was like ... like coming home. Like Iâd been searching for you my whole life without even knowing it.â
Your heart races as he continues. âAnd ever since then, Iâve had these ... dreams, I guess. Flashes of other lives, other times. But always with you.â
âCharles,â you whisper, hardly daring to believe what youâre hearing. âIâve had them too. I thought I was going crazy.â
He shakes his head, a look of wonder on his face. âNot crazy. Just ... connected. In a way I canât fully explain.â
Charles takes your hands in his, his thumbs tracing gentle circles on your skin. âI donât know if itâs past lives or parallel universes or just some cosmic coincidence. But I do know this: in every life, in every version of reality, I love you. And I want to spend the rest of this life, and all the ones that come after, loving you.â
Your breath catches as Charles drops to one knee, pulling a small velvet box from his pocket. âY/N,â he says, his voice thick with emotion, âwill you marry me?â
Tears blur your vision as you nod emphatically. âYes,â you manage to choke out. âYes, of course Iâll marry you!â
Charlesâ face breaks into a radiant smile as he slips the ring onto your finger. He stands, pulling you into a kiss that feels like coming home and embarking on a new adventure all at once.
As you break apart, both of you laughing and crying, a sense of rightness settles over you. Whatever strange connection you share, whatever cosmic forces have brought you together time and time again, you know that this â right here, right now â is where youâre meant to be.
âI love you,â you say, looking into Charlesâ eyes. âIn this life and all the others.â
âAnd I love you,â he replies, holding you close. âAlways and forever.â
The future stretches out before you, full of promise and possibility. And though you donât know what challenges it might bring, youâre certain of one thing: whatever comes, youâll face it together.
Just as you always have, and always will.
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mdni | tutor!sunghoon x brat!reader
wc: 1237
smut: uhhh public sex? it's in a storage closet lol. choking. creampie. unprotected sex (wrap it up plz), oral male receiving, cum eating, spitting, hoon is a dom and the reader is a brat. brat summer anyone?
Sunghoon has no idea what came over him. Seeing you with Jake set off alarms in his head and suddenly heâs grabbing your hand and wanting to fuck you in the janitorâs closet at school. Heâs not sure what it is, but the idea of you being fucked by Jake Sim isnât sitting well with him, so he himself has to be the one that does it.
Itâs supposed to be a no strings attached thing where you teach Sunghoon how to pleasure a girl and he teaches you about derivatives. Nothing more. Alas, heâs a hormonal boy that likes marking you as his- heâs going to be a little possessive. He usually marks you smack dab in the middle of your neck and you do the same to him. No one bats an eye because no one fathoms that Park Sunghoon would be with the likes of you. That should be enough. But no, he wants you all to himself right here, right now.
He pushes you against the stone cold wall of the small stuffy room with his hand having a firm grip around your neck.
âWhat the hell was that? Being a bit brave today? Being a bigger impetuous slut than usual?â He seethes.
You chuckle a bit. You are in fact feeling a bit brave today. Usually youâre not that secretive with who youâre sleeping with, but the idea of being the one that took sweet Sunghoonâs virginity is something you really do have to keep to yourself. Now heâs a little devil in the sheets, the shy timid boy long gone.
âHmm, you could say that-â
âShut up and get on your knees.â He says as he quickly undoes his belt on his slacks. They pool along his ankles and you drop down, no questions asked. Seeing his pale thighs makes you want to rake your fingernails along the skin. Perhaps leave a hickey on his inner thigh?
âDonât waste my time. We have 10 minutes before lunch ends.â He says breathily.
âAw, no foreplay baby? No kiss for me to get me warmed up?â You say as you bat your lashes with a lilt to your voice.
He bends slightly to your level and grips your jaw hard enough for you to stand up. He spits in your mouth and nips at your ear, saying very lowly, âYouâll get your turn. Behave.â
You drop down once again, wetness now pooling between your legs, not having a care in the world that the dull pain in your knees is blooming. You pull out his cock and lick along his shaft, hearing a slight hiss pass his lips. You finally take him fully into your mouth, and he releases a guttural moan. You bob your head against him at a steady pace while he grips your head to take him in deeper. He loves the way your eyes water and the tears roll down your cheeks as you gag on him.
âGod you look gorgeous just like this, all for me.â Sunghoon says.
You take him in as far as you can, digging your fingernails deep into the back of his thighs as a signal that you canât take any more.
âGet up.â He orders. You happily oblige. He finally kisses you, cupping your face gently, almost sweetly. The kiss is deep and full of so much fervor. He pulls apart and looks into your eyes for a moment, and in that moment, time slowed and it felt like it was just him in your little universe.
He breathily says against your lips with his left hand gripping your breast, âSix minutes.â
Right. Itâs a quickie. Not lovemaking or anything frivolous like that.
Before he pulls down your underwear underneath your skirt he feels the damp spot between your legs that he created. He slides his fingers along your clothed folds and hums. He fiddles with the little bow on your panties.
âCute.â He rasps.
âSunghoon for the love of god I canât take it anymore, just fuck-â before you even finish he has a firm hold on your neck again.
âNuh uh. Youâre not calling the shots right now. I am.â
He pulls aside your pantries and inserts two fingers. You have to bite your lip to hold in the moan you want to let out so badly. He kisses you and he has the reins- heâs the one in control and youâre loving every moment of it. He pumps his fingers languidly while his left hand holds the back of your head to deepen the kiss. You pull away briefly.
âPlease fuck me Sunghoon.â You say softly and sincerely.
He reattaches his lips to yours once again and he gives his dick a few pumps and runs it along your slit, pulling down your underwear fully. You wrap your leg around his waist as he enters you, leaving you both moaning.
âSo- fuck, tight.â He says in your ear in a low mumble, but you hear it clearly. He did a few slow thrusts but the bell for the five minutes left of the lunch period rang. He doesnât have time to appreciate your slick walls. He lifts your leg up even higher and starts railing you like his life depends on it.
The soft pants he lets out juxtapose the loud smacking sound of skin against skin. He loves it. He lives for it.
âMine. All of you, mine.â He enunciates every word with each thrust and you swear youâre seeing stars.
âPlease cum in me. Mark me. Make me yours.â
He listens obediently. Heâs at his limit and rubs your clit with his thumb as he rides out his high. Ropes of his cum shoot into you, some dripping down your thigh as he pulls away slowly.
Before he does though, Sunghoon says, âWait. Hang on.â He attempts to gather as much of his cum with his two fingers and pushes it into your mouth to suck on, fucking the rest of it into you so you donât waste a single drop.
He pulls out and you two start to freshen up as best as you can by using each other as your mirrors.
âDo I have sex hair?â You ask.
âErm, yeah, let me fix it.â Sunghoon says. He tries his best to fix what has been done. Moments pass and heâs still really close to you with his hands running through your hair and patting it down.
âI just wanted a kiss.â You say quietly.
âWhat?â He questions, still adjusting your hair.
âI was all over Jake so you would notice. Just wanted you to kiss me.â You pout while giving him those puppy dog eyes. He chuckles. He bestows the most gentle kiss youâve ever felt from any boy ever.
âYou couldâve just asked, silly.â He says affectionately.
âThatâs so lame though.â You say while looking down. Hookups donât ask for sweet kisses. Thatâs not normal, you think.
He kisses your forehead and says softly, âbut who cares?â You canât even enjoy the tender moment when you notice how the final bell rings.
âShit, weâre gonna be late!â You say wide eyed. All of your things are still in the cafeteria and your next class is not around the corner, in fact, it takes the full passing period to get there. You scurry out, leaving a disgruntled Sunghoon behind.
He wanted a kiss too.
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Just Like Him
Summary: When you argue with Jason, you slowly start seeing less of Jason Todd and more of Bruce Wayne. (Jason Todd x reader)
Word Count: 1.9K
Notes: I legit came back home from a night out and sat here editing this till 3am cause I refused to miss a post haha. A little bit shorter due to that and I'll do a second look over it later. Only warning for this is mentions of violence as usual for most of these, and that it hasn't been as edited cleanly as usual. Tomorrow's post might be really delayed too since I've got events tomorrow too. Anyways, enjoy my Lovelies~! xx
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You had loved Jason. You did love Jason.
You loved the boy who was too awkward to hold your hand when you went out in public, who left you notes at your door when he was too frustrated and too pent up to explain himself properly. You loved his habits, his quirks, the way that he cooked you food if he knew he was going to be out for a few days, silently leaving it in the fridge in the hopes youâd keep yourself healthy.
You also loved the dark sides of him, the nightmares he woke up to, skin sticky with sweat. You loved him even when his eyes were lost in the darkness, unable to tell who you were exactly but still seeking the comfort of your arms to shield him. You loved him even when he tensed outside in public, a sound, a smell, setting him off and making him clench onto your hand. His eyes were scared, but you didnât mind bringing him back into reality, letting him know that you were here for him.Â
Yet on nights like these, you love for him faltered slightly. These were the nights that you couldnât temper, the ones here he burned angrily and bit hard. He was currently pacing the kitchen, hands in his hair after a rough patrol.Â
âYou just donât understand.â He murmured over and over. âMaybe you just donât get it. Maybe you just never will. How could you even try to?âÂ
That hurt you, the way he talked like you werenât even there. Like you werenât in tears on the other side of the kitchen island. Like you hadnât been having this argument for an hour how, sunset drinking its way into the dusk.Â
This was the part of Jason that hurt you, the coarse side that snarled and growled at you like he was an injured dog. The side that looked at you with those striking green eyes narrowed into slits, who spat words like heâd never seen you before.
âI do understand Jason.â I you sigh. âYou want to protect this city, you want to change Gotham, but donât you dare tell me what I know or donât, when Iâm asking you to just be home more. Is it really that hard to protect the city and go out for a date?â You sigh, heart beginning to falter under the scrutiny of his gaze. âI know you canât always be there. Neither can I, but please,â you say, folding your arms across your chest. âPlease be there for me.â
âI am.â He groans back out, making a flicker of irritation spark in you.Â
âNot youâre not.â You counter. âYou leave dates, you leave dinners, you donât come home some nights. No warning, no text, no notice.â You snap back. âBeing there for me is being at those dinners, going on those dates, coming home, spending time in bed with me.â You snap. "it's not cold sheets, cold food, cold feet on date nights. Step up."
He throws his hands up in the air, teeth clenched. "Can't you see I'm trying to save the city? trying to stop it from eating itself from the inside? You know its corrupted, you know about the violence. Hell, you got shot." he snaps back. His fists are tightly clenched by his side, eyes burning into yours. You stare back at him defiantly, and it makes the frustration in him rise.
He knows he's not good at words, knows that he's rough around the edges. The voice in his head tells him that when he sits up at night, when he finally comes home. His head leans back against the headboard whole you sleep peacefully beside him, rolled completely onto your side. His fingers twist in the sheets, as it speaks at him, tells him that he's not good enough to be with you. That the city isn't safe enough, that he needs to make it safer. He wasnât the safest out of Batman's gang of protegees. He had a hit list that had started while he was just a young teenager and continued to have names added every other week. He'd been shot at, stabbed, thrown into and off of buildings, and that was something he was fine with. that was his job, his burden.
But when you got shot, that's when life really had caught up with him. It was like he had been living his life in slow motion up until that point, until it all rushed forward like a wave on double speed. He hadn't erven been there, halfway across town with Nightwing on some stakeout when he got the call. Dick had let him go without a word, merely watching him speed away on his bike before calling in backup from the cave to replace him. He didn't care that Bruce would get mad at him for abandoning his post, he could go to hell. What he cared about was you, and the fact that he hadn't been able to protect you, been able to stop it from happening. He heard about it only when the hospital called him, informing him that you were being prepped for surgery immediately.
How bad was it? Was it just one shot? Did it go cleanly through? Where were you hit? What calibre? What make? What model? Where did it take place?
Those were all questions that Red Hood might have been allowed to ask if he had worn the mask and marched through the emergency department, but he couldnât do that. If he did it would be a giant target on your back, associating you with his vigilante life in the most obvious way possible. Instead, he had to race through the doors breathless as Jason Todd, the worried boyfriend who had to be held back by security trying to get to your ward.
 You had of course recovered, learnt to walk again on the leg that caught a stray bullet from a gang shoot out in Lower Gotham. It had been worryingly close to your artery, but you had pulled through. Jason couldnât deny the fact that his status as a Wayne kid helped your care and the way the hospital aided your recovery. With a harsh word, Jason could have any of their licenses revoked.
That's why Jason did it. To make sure that the fear that gripped his heart that night never had the chance to wrangle him like that again. He'd fight night after night and come home with a string of broken and bloodied knuckles if it meant that you would be okay. It's all he can think about as he stares you down in the kitchen, watching your jaw twitch.
"Don't you dare use the fact that I got shot, against me." you seethe, hand coming up to point at him. "That wasnât my fault, and it could have happened to anyone in the town, it's Gotham, Jason." you bite back, and he throws his hands up.
"That's exactly the problem! It's Gotham." he shouts. "You can get shot, or stabbed, or killed. Anyone can. one day you're here, the next you ain't. You really want to go out there, sweetheart? You got shot and you want to tell me not to clean the streets up? The sheets are cold? Well, they'd be a lot colder if you were dead." he spits back, and you are too stunned to say anything. You shake your head, a look of realisation coming over you.
"Oh my god," you breathe out. "you're just like Bruce. Youâre no better."
That makes something in his freeze, halting all of his movements and shutting down his train of thought. You see it, see the way his bright green eyes widen and his head tilts slightly, making the white tuft in his hair flop over his eyes as you continue. "You're so obsessed with cleaning up the city. So obsessed with fighting out there that you can't give it up even for a second. You both can't. You criticize the man, tore him apart for his neglect just to do the exact same god damn thing.â Tears begin to prick your eyes in helplessness, lump building in your throat.
"You canât see yourself out of that stupid helmet." you say, choking up as the tears clog your vision. "When was the last time that you read?" you ask, sniffling. "When was the last time you did a hobby, or rode your bike as a civilian? When's the last time we went on a date or held hands, or went to the park, or the library or anywhere?" you yell at him, hand coming to claw at your heart.
"When was the last time you were Jason?" you whisper softly. "Because right now, I feel like Jason Todd has died for a second time." you choke out. "Except this time, it wasnât Joker who killed him."
You wipe your eyes with your sleeve while you leave him stunned, pushing past him to go into your bedroom. When the door slams harshly it snaps him out of the stupor he had found himself in, body swivelling on his heel immediately to follow you.
 You didn't respond to his soft knocking at the door, or his calls. You didnât accept the apologies he murmured into the wood, didn't bother to listen to his promises or ways that he swore he could make it better. It was only when he began knocking desperately, worrying building, that you swung it open violently.
Your face is a mess, sticky with tears and chin wet. Your breath comes out in small hiccups as you try to collect yourself, still mid sob as you shout at him. "Couch." you seethe, your puffy eyes glaring at him with a hurt filled dagger before the door slammed in his face. He sighed, forehead against the wood before pushing off the door frame with a click of his tongue. He plops down onto the living room couch with a groan, legs thrown over the side to try and accommodate for his size. He raises an arm to cover his eyes, other arm grabbing a couch cushion and bringing it to his chest.
"You're just like Bruce, no better." rattled around in his skull, making him chew at his lip. He didnât like that. He didnât like being compared to Bruce, even if he respected the man at times. He had come back, intending to be everything for others that Bruce had failed to be for him. Yet according to you, he was walking the same steps the man before him had traced.
Was he really no better than Bruce?
He groans and removes his arm from his eyes. He casts them over to the turned off TV, catching the sight of a much younger Robin peering back at him. With a smile the boy took off the domino mask and revealed the childish figure that was young Jason Todd. He raises a hand to his face as well, mirroring what he had just seen the reflection do. Except when he pulled his hand away, studying the digits instead of the TV screen, he could still see the remnants of the Hood he failed to leave at the door.
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cw: pegging, hair pulling, crying, sub!kenma, gn!reader
a/n: draft from forverrrr ago but i have to post it in honor of the haikyu movie
He hated it. He despised sensation of sweat trickling down his body as his back arched to meet your thrusts. Kenma had always detested physical activity, which is precisely why you relished making him work for it, watching him bounce uselessly on your strap as you mocked the way his cock slapped against his stomach.
Tears pooled in the corners of his eyes, and moans escaped his chapped lips. His voice came out as horse cries as your hands gripped his hips, rather harshly. âApologize, Kozume,â you commanded sternly, looking up at him. He shook his head, his bottom lip trembling. Yet he continued bouncing on your lap, sloppily and uncoordinated, squirming under your grip.
âOh? So thatâs how itâs going to be, huh?â you mused, searching his face for any emotion. He refused to apologize, knowing any sort of speech would bring on the tears he hated. But you didnât care about that now. Roughly, you flipped him onto all fours, now getting to see the breath taking sight of his ass. Despite his slurred protests, he arched his back, presenting his pulsating hole for you to use.
âP-put it back in,â he pleaded, wriggling his hips toward you for more friction. âNot until you apologize,â you replied, choosing to tease him by running your slick strap between his cheeks. His body felt hot, the tips of his ears reddened even with his face hidden. ââm sorry,â he whined into the pillow, but you clicked your tongue, unsatisfied with his weak apology.
âLouder,â you urged, knowing the volume he could actually reach. He hesitated, then looked at you, his Adamâs apple bobbing as your stern glare conveyed everything. He stifled a moan as you teased him with a gentle thrust near his hole. âI-Iâm sorry for being an ass, please [name], f-forgive me,â he forced out, trembling under your grip.
You hummed, pausing for a moment that felt like an eternity to Kenma before finally ramming your length back into his wet ring of muscles. He moaned in satisfaction, thinking he got what he wanted. But the pleasure soon turned to overstimulation as you continued pounding him roughly. Usually you would keep a slow pace, showering him in praise as he got adjusted to your girth. But this time was different. His hips tried to escape your merciless pace, but you quickly stopped him. A string of nervous gasps escaping his cracked lips.
âWhere do you think youâre going? If you canât apologize properly, Iâll make you wish you could.â
âItâs too muchâitâs too much,â he whined, gripping the sheets below him in a desperate attempt to ground himself. Despite his words, you saw the way he looked back at you with his mouth agape, eyes half-lidded, his cock surely weeping on his abdomen.
âTouch yourself, baby,â you encouraged warmly, but he just shook his head. You sighed, trying to be nice, but he was being such a brat. Maybe heâd learn his lesson if you were rougher. Releasing one side of his hips, you reached up with your free hand to pull his hair.
He gasped sharply, then whimpered as you pulled back. His moans were no longer muffled, and he could hear the lewd sounds of skin slapping together more clearly now. It all added to his pleasure, and the coil in his stomach started to unwind. Even in his delirious state, he knew better than to come without asking. âC-can IâŚâ You cut off his plea, already knowing what he was going to ask. âNo, only good boys get to come when they ask.â He sobbed at that.
Covered in sweat, he couldnât bring himself to protest. You tightened your grip on him, continuing to pound relentlessly. He was fully crying now, hands shaking as he resisted the urge to fist his cock. But he was so needy, pre-cum leaking uselessly from his tip. You could tell what he was thinking and smirked. âGo on, touch yourself, and Iâll let you come.â He looked back at you, wary of your leniency.
âYou mean it?â he asked shyly. You nodded warmly. âWhen have I ever lied to you?â With that, his hand found its way to his puffy tip, small nervous strokes causing his whole body to shake with pleasure. Your grip on his hips lifted his lower half practically off the bed. He felt weak, coming without hesitation when a âgo onâ left your lips.
He moaned loudly, his voice cracking into the pillow as his milky white release sprayed onto himself and the sheets.
To his disappointment and pleasure, you didnât stop. In fact, it felt like you sped up your thrusts, maintaining their rhythm without faltering.
âWe canât stop now. I have to make sure my baby learns his lesson.â
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hands on me | c. sturniolo
â chris x fem!reader
â plot; chris and y/n get into one of their usual screaming matches, but this one ends a little less usual than normal.
â warnings; smut, fingering, swearing, f!oral (receiving), choking, unprotected sex (STAY SAFE), dirty talk, use of names (baby)
â hi pretty lovies :) this is my first time writing a smut fanfic so PLSSS let me know if you guys like it, and if there are any requests, donât hesitate to share! almost nothing is off limits ;) enjoy!
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y/n and chris had been in a screaming match all day.
from sunrise to the middle of the night, it's taken both nick and matt holding the two back so they don't entangle and kill each other.
"whatever," nick breaths, "i'm so fucking done with you guys. i know you don't get along but this is ridiculous."
"yeah" matt agreed, letting out a sigh. "i for one am tired as shit, try not to murder the other while we're asleep," the other two brothers pace back into their respective rooms, slamming the door one after another.
"great!" y/n starts, "who am i supposed to sleep with now, guaranteed they both just locked their doors." she whispered to herself.
"god, who cares? you could sleep on the street for all i fucking care." chris yells, watching y/n stand outside of nick's door, not daring to make an advance inside.
the girl shot daggers at him, "whatever chris, tell that to your fucking brothers, they're the ones who let me live here." y/n huffs out as she shoves chris full force out of the way, preparing for a sleep on the boy's couch. but before she can even reach the end of the hallway, chris grabs y/n by the throat and slams her against the wall.
y/n hits the wall, exuding air on impact, hands gripping onto chris', which has her easily pinned on to the wall.
"did you seriously just put your hands on me?" he said lowly, closing the distance between him and
y/n. the girls heart was racing at a mile a minute, unsure of what her actions would cause next. she was so confident yelling at chris frequently from across the room, but suddenly powerless in his grasp, she was, briefly, at a loss for words.
"yeah," y/n managed to grunt out. she had never been this close to chris before, let alone feel his body inches away from her own skin. his eyes were dark and low, jaw tight and sharp, his features barely illuminated in the light. as much as she hated him, she found him punishingly attractive.
"and what are you going to do about it?" she dared to whisper to him, trying to keep as much confidence in her tone as she could, not letting him see how much she withered under his touch.
from a few heavy breaths, y/n's throat still in his hand, he shoved her into his room and shut the door behind him. he flipped the two around so she was again back against the wall.
"what am i going to do about it?" he taunted, less than an inch between their bodies, breaths mingling and eyes locked in contact.
"you have no idea what i could do to your right now," chris spoke lowly, uninterested in letting his brother's hear the way he is speaking to the girl he supposedly wants to kill.
"if only you just kept that pretty little mouth shut, maybe i could've showed you sooner," his words faded out, his hand around her neck tightened slightly, as he brushed his lips against hers, earning a barely audible moan from the girl under his grip.
"chris" y/n managed to breath out, suddenly feeling a sense of neediness and wanting from him. is it bad she could be so turned on from how rough chris was being with her? she had never seen this side of him before, the side of him that she didn't think existed to her. before this he was ready to take her head off and so was she. but now she could feel the heat rising in her legs, and shocking her stomach, anticipating what was to come next.
"what? don't act like you don't want it, you think i can't tell that you do? look at you." chris taunted, gently using his teeth to tug on her bottom lip. y/n felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest.
unknowing what came over her, y/n remarked back "oh, i'd want this. just not with you," she could see the anger growing in his face as she continued, "anyone could do whatever you'd do better." she knew what the words she was saying would lead her. she almost hoped chris got the message.
"is that so? i'll show you you're wrong." chris swiftly tossed y/n to the bed, pinning her down, yet again cementing their faces inches away from each other.
"you'll be begging me to do this more often when we're done," beginning to leave sloppy kisses against y/n's neck. "i'd destroy you,"
"so destroy me," y/n dared.
chris smiled against her skin, wet kisses becoming dark hickies all over her neck and jaw. his lips slowly moved down to her covered chest, frustrated with the fabric, he tugged on her shirt, signaling to take it off.
y/n sat up in the bed ripping her shirt over her head, his eyes meeting with her bare chest. "no bra, huh?" he said before claiming her right nipple in his mouth, kissing, sucking, and biting on it, and doing it harder with each moan he earned from her.
"i never wear one" she admitted, eyes screwed shut in the unexpected pleasure that chris sturniolo was bringing to her.
"i hope that's not the only thing you never wear," he said against her skin, kisses continuing down her body until he reached her inner thighs, with only a thin layer of fabric separating her core and his lips.
y/n gasped as he yanked her to the edge of the bed, making her wet shorts visible to him even in the dim light. he smirked looking up at her,
"fucking soaked," he said what she already knew, throwing her head back and screwing her eyes shut in anticipation, "chris, please." she begged, thinking how pathetic it was that the few words she was able to get out gave chris everything he wanted to hear in that moment, but she didn't care.Â
"since you're begging for me," he taunted, taking off y/n's barely there sleeping shorts, taking in how perfect her core was dripping under the light, practically calling his name. never would he had anticipating being in this moment, but god he knew he was lying if he said he didn't think about it.
he teased her by trailing small kisses and nibbles against her inner thigh, making her wetter by the second. before y/n knew, he was licking and sucking down her slit, arms pushing her legs further into her chest to get even deeper.
gripping the sheets with white knuckles, y/n found it impossible not to scream his name as he stuck his tongue inside her, moaning against her pussy as the vibrations drove her closer to her high.
"chris i'm gonna cum," she said panting, edging him to keep going, not wanting the pleasure to stop as she found her hands tangled in his hair. but before y/n managed to reach her high, he pulled his face away from between her legs. mouth dripping with all her juices, he brought his lips to hers, kissing her for the first time.
the two kissed each other hungrily, each fighting for dominance over the other, but chris ultimately won as he stuck to fingers inside of her, causing y/n to gasp, prompting chris to shove his tongue into her mouth.
"how am i supposed to hate you when i know your pussy is this good?" chris asked between sloppy wet kisses, his fingers continuing to pump in and out of her, wetness leaking onto his bedsheets.
y/n could feel the knots tying in her stomach, signaling she was close, âc-chris iâm so fucking close,â she said absolutely breathless, weakly gripping his moving wrist.
his two fingers slowed their pace, and she whined at the loss of contact. y/n couldnât help but squeeze her thighs together, in order to do something to stop the aching between her legs.
ânot so fast,â chris said, peeling off his hoodie and sweats, leaving him in just black calvin klein underwear. âspread,â he demanded.
y/n obliged without hesitation, aching and ready for him to be inside her. chris used his thumb to rub her clit in circles, causing her to arch her back and moan in pleasure, chris could feel his dick aching to fuck her, but he wasnât going to let her have it easily.
âc-chris please,â she begged, âplease what, baby?-
baby?
-tell me,â he said, knowing exactly what she wanted from him, âplease f-fuck me- shit,â
as soon as those words left her mouth, chris removed his underwear, his length springing up, leaking with pre-cum and burning with desire.
he ran the tip on y/nâs slit, groans exiting from both of their mouths. without warning, he slammed his entire length into her, causing her to gasp at the feeling.
tears ran down y/nâs cheek as she moaned out chrisâ name and profanities at the pace that he was pounding into her,
âyou look so pretty when i fuck you, baby,â he growled in her ear, âlook at you, doing so good at taking all of me,â he said before sensually connecting their lips.
y/n had no words to say, only muffled sounds in between kisses coming out of her mouth from being completely fucked out by chris, and it didnât take long for her to feel her orgasm coming back.
âoh, chris, iâm gonna cu-,â
âwait, you cum when i say, okay?â he said lowly, before quickening his pace, feeling his own climax coming too.
âi canât take it, please let me cum,â y/n pleaded, feeling completely buzzed from all the sensation going in her body.
âcum baby, iâm right there too,â he breathed out, feeling her walls clench around him causing chris to explode inside her, filling her up at the same time she reached her own high.
chris pumped a few more times in and out of her, both groaning as he pulled his dick out of her, then falling on the bed next to the sexed out girl next to him.
the two looked at each other for a moment, and chris softly kissed her, finding his way to be on top of her again. he pulled their lips apart and ran a hand through her hair,
âwhy do we do this? iâm tired of hating you, why do you act like that with me?â y/n said, staring at chrisâ piercing blue eyes above her. he sighed, âi really donât know,â he started, âi guess the way i feel about you just made me angry for some reason. it always made me mad how close you are with nick and matt, and i guess i kept it up too long,â he admitted, playing with the ends of her soft hair.
âyou shouldâve just told me,â y/n retorted, placing a gentle hand on the side of chrisâ face, and he nuzzled into it. âi know, and iâm sorry. can we be done with that, please?â he asked her, cautiously.
âof course we can,â y/n smiled. chris smiled back at her, connecting their lips once more.
âokay,â he began grabbing her hand, âletâs go get cleaned up. we can have another fight in the shower,â smiling deviously at her after making the statement.
y/n rolled her eyes at the boy, and quickly followed him into the bathroom, locking the door behind them.
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lee haechan x fem reader
cw. smut +18 mdni. roomates, fwb!enemies ?, birthday sex, unprotected sex (be smart)
âdoes this count as my birthday gift?â haechan grins as you sink down onto him, the both of you letting out content sighs at the feeling. your eyes struggle to stay open over his cock stretching you out so deliciously. he holds your hips tight as you clamp around him. he has to stop himself from pushing you all the way down, youâre torturing him with how slow you adjust to his size, but even through his lack of patience he doesnât want to hurt you.
âthought maybe youâd be less irritating this week if you got laidâ you try to keep your composure but its hard, you can never keep up your little mean act once haechan was inside of you. its like all the power you have outside melts away the moment youâre in his bed, and its completely evaporated once you get a feel of him.
âcould say the same thing about you and your little attitude problem, princessâ he chuckles, his demeanor turning more dominant the moment he can have you to himself. you say you hate him but you keep coming to him whenever you need a good fuck. and he was always going to be there to give it to you even if you didnât deserve it. you got on his nerves, and he got on yours even more. petty fights in the apartment you two shared started to be filled with more and more tension until the both of you snapped. so now whenever either of you were being more annoying than usual, it always ended with you riding him with no help until you cry, him fucking you absolutely stupid or you overstimulating him and slapping him around for being a dick.
âhow unfortunate that you made it through another yearâ
âit would be unfortunate for you⌠since you cant seem to get enough of my cockâ he has that stupid little smirk on his face as your body starts to go limp, you can barely hold yourself up and you were trying to keep up with the pace you created, the boy under you taking all you gave him. since itâs his birthday it would only make sense for you to do the work and make him feel good, but itâs easy to get lost in pleasure when youâre on top of him. you rut your hips up while you press haechan closer into your chest, letting his lips leave wet hot kisses on the sticky skin of your chest and neck. he talks in your ear and it encourages you to move faster, his moans getting louder while you try to push him to the edge.
when your pace falters slightly, haechan helps you move faster and the way you clit grazes along the skin of his abdomen has the feeling of your orgasm building up faster than youâd like. you clench around haechan uncontrollably and he bites down on your sweaty shoulder, feeling his own orgasm getting closer. he could tell you were close, your breathing was slower like you were holding it in. he always had to remind you to breathe during times like this, but sometimes he liked watching you gasp for air as you cum.
âgonna cum before the birthday boy? how selfishâŚâ you shake your head at his teasing and you try to slow down but haechans grip on you doesnât loosen. he takes one of his hands to bring it down to your clit and you shudder, so close you could feel it all over your body.
âhae- fuck- haechan, gonna cumâ the words barely come out of you coherently, whines and mumbles leaving your mouth as the pressure on your clit deepens.
âme too baby, cum for meâ his words tickle your neck and you finally feel the rush of your orgasm, you stop moving as haechan holds you on him, rocking you slowly as you spasm around him, triggering his own orgasm. you both have your heads thrown back in pleasure, youâre milking his cock for every drop of cum and you donât stop until your body stops shaking and heâs gently lifting you off of him from the overstimulation.
you both watch as a mix of his and your cum leak out of you, it drips down his thighs and you make a note to put these sheets in the wash before you go to bed. you turn over to lay on your back, legs burning from being bent for who knows how long. after a few minutes of recollecting, you can feel haechan shift next to you. he turns you slightly so he can spoon you, fingers grazing the exposed skin of your stomach and thighs as he presses his still hard cock against your bare ass.
âi think since im 24 today, we should fuck 24 timesâ you can hear the smile in his voice behind you, the way he talks like he came up with the best idea ever. all you can do is roll your eyes before reaching behind you to align his cock with your cunt.
âi really need to find a new roommateâ
a/n: a little late but happy birthday haechan <33
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Hot Tatted Uncle Pt.2 (Uncle!SukunaAu x Teacher!Reader)
Thanks so much for the love and support on pt.1 you guys are the besttt lol, honestly might be a 3 parter we'll see! ANyway, enjoy :0
Also pleaseee excuse any spelling errors yall
Link to Pt.1
PART THREE HERE!!!
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You stared at the text message, throat tight with excitement but dread. It had been a few months since the last incident with Yuji and his Uncle. The roguish male often picked up the young boy, tagging along with Yujiâs father. Youâd usually just give Jin a rundown of his sonâs day, ever so often catching Sukunaâs gaze as he leaned against the door frame. And every time it happened, youâd choke, clearing your throat and focusing your attention on Yuji and his father.
It didnât help that he was always texting you, asking his his nephew was behaving. Even though it was cordial and polite, you still felt giddy getting texts from him.
This comes to the next point, why youâre sitting here practically gawking over the most recent message request from Yujiâs father.
-YOU HAVE A NEW MESSAGE:
Hello Miss Y/n! Do you babysit? I know Yuji loves having you as a teacher and I was wondering if youâd be interested in babysitting for him along with his Uncle while me and my wife go on vacation. Of course, you will be paid as well.
-Jin Itadori @ 6:28pm-
You wait to open it, pacing for a moment, thinking, first of all if you were available for the weekend and second, why couldnât his uncle handle it?!
Well, given the manâs track record maybe an experienced hand in childcare could be useful. With a heavy sigh, you respond and you'd have to quickly come to terms with the fact that you would be essentially babysitting over 2 days with your students' hot uncle.
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It's Friday now, and arrangements for you to simply drive Yuji back home and meet up there with his uncle were already in place. You were trusted with a spare house key, and their precious baby boy, who so seemed to be happier than a fly on shit that you would be spending even MORE time with him.
You gather your things and a few activities to pass the time, loading them into your car. Yuji insists on helping, carrying a small container of building blocks with his chubby hands. And god damn does he not stop talking while he does. It's adorable really, whatever comes off the top of the boy's head simply flying free.
"My-My uh uncle, he doesnât have no girlfriend." He speaks, the statement making you choke.
"Ahaha is that so? He tells you to say that?" You joke, setting the pink-haired toddler in his car seat, and buckling him in with ease.
"MHM! My uh-" He coughs, quickly covering it with his elbow as you give a small 'good job' seeing as he's learning to keep his germs away from everyone, including you.
"My Uncle says uh he says that you got pretty eyes." He explains, your heart fluttering.
You sit in the driver seat finally, the boy still rambling on and on about what his uncle thinks about you. Though all you can do is respond with a simple, "Oh that's very kind, or a awee", Yuji is nonstop.
Itâs quiet for a moment and as youâre pulling into the driveway when he says it, clear as day.
"Uncle says your ass is fat too."
You slam the brakes, the car jerking a bit when you do. What. The. FUCK-
The culprit is already awaiting you, arms folded over his chest as they flex. Heâs got a white tank top on and a pair of black basketball shorts paired with slides and ankle socks.
Yuji squirms, growing ever more excited as Sukuna takes him out of the car seat and lightly jabs his knuckles to the boy's sides with a 'Rahhhh', as if he were some kind of tickle monster. Yuji of course laughs and if ALMOST makes you forget about what he'd just said a moment ago.
"Wanna help Miss Y/n put this inside?" Sukuna asks the small boy, handing him the block container from before. Yuji is quick to nod and scurry to the front door.
"I can bring the rest of this, Jin gave you the housekey right?" He asks, leaning against the frame of the car, your neck snapping towards him as you swallow thickly. Fuck you can see even more of the tats now in that shirt.
"U-Uhm yes, yes. I'll go get the door. I can get some of this too I-" You speak, fumbling to find the key. He only puts his hand up and shakes his head, the silver chain around his swishing a bit.
"Nah I gotchu. Yuji knows how to turn the TV on so he can watch his lil show for a bit.â
Sure enough, the minute you unlock the door, Yuji crawls atop the couch, using the remote to try his best to navigate. It takes a while, and he mispresses a few buttons but after about 5 minutes he manages to play something entertaining for him.
Sukuna had finished bringing your bags in as well as the one with activities in it, setting it on the stairs. He rolls his shoulder, pointing at Yuji who was immersed in the show.
"See." Sukuna hums, leaning against the countertop next to you, also skimming over the note. His body heat is practically radiating off of him, just standing by him is warming you up.
You nod in response, looking over the brief note Jin left for you both and according to what it said, your next step was to head up some leftovers for Yuji and then run him a bath.
"Thereâs two bathrooms so I can get the boy.â He offers, resting his hand behind his neck as you give a nervous laugh. FUCK this nervousness was most likely only on you. Thereâs no way he could be just as filled with anticipation as you were?!
You take the offer, giving a small thank you before fishing the shower and taking one considering you did just get off of work. Packed away in your bag was a set of comfortable clothes and a book with you figured would help pass the time once Yuji went to sleep.
You could hear footsteps and Yuji fussing back and forth with his Uncle.
âHush man youâre making me look bad.â Sukuna groans, throwing the toddler over his shoulder as he giggles but continues to thrash, pounding tiny fists against the older male's back.
âNo! NO BATH! I donât wanna!â Yuji whines, his Uncle only growling in response.
âIâll give you candy if you stop.â
And just like that it was quiet.
-8:30pm-
The night had gone smoother than you thought, you and Sukuna both interacting with Yuji as itâs beginning to be time to wind down. His eyes were beginning to get heavy and before you knew it he was slumped against the couch, clutching an unfinished sucker in one hand and a white puppy plush in the other. You smile, scooping him up and patting him when he stirs.
âBe right back, let me tuck him in.â You whisper, seeing Sukuna look up from his phone and nod, one arm slung over the sofa while he practically manspreads
-9:00pm-
Turns out, Yuji took a bit longer to fall asleep when he realized he was being put down and so you had to sit and pat him for an extra 30 minutes. And once you returned to the living room, there was Sukuna, still scrolling. Well, that was until you came in.
âSorry, he wouldnât go back to sleep.â You explain, sitting at the farthest end from him, picking up your book in the silence.
âSo you like working up there? At the school?â He asks, putting his phone down to hold the conversation with you.
It takes you by surprise for a second but you are quickly to respond.
âWell yeah, I love the kids and I love working there and teaching them things. Yuji is a sweetheart and itâs definitely kids like him that make it all worth it.â You explain, a smile making its way to your lips.
âYou got kids?â He asks, eyes on your frame as you laugh a bit in response
âNah, donât really plan on it right now either. Kids are difficult.â You answer, now facing him a bit more, body relaxed.
What was there to be so scared of?! Heâs a chill guy who just so happened to be hot as fuck asking you about your career and life?!
âHow about you? Kids? Working?â You flip, seeing him shift a bit uncomfortably.
âHell nah. I see how Jin deals with Yuji and Iâm not really cut you to be a dad. And for work well, Iâm a priest.â He states, smirking at the surprised look on your face.
âR-Really??â You question definitely surprised.
âNah Iâm just fucking with you.â He laughs and you do the same, trying to keep your volume down since Yuji did just fall asleep.
-11:08pm-
It was crazy to believe youâd spent about two hours just talking back and forth, with him about his past, his brother, and his nephew. You about your own life and current living situations. Somehow the conversation tookâŚa turn.
âYâknow, itâs funny because Yuji keeps telling me about these things you say and I think itâs so funny. Like heâs tone little wingman.â You laugh, seeing him grin right back at you.
âYeah like what?â He asks, more teasing than anything.
âWell he said that you said I have pretty eyes and on the way here he goes, âuncle says your ass is fatââ you explain with a laugh that he doesn't return.
Instead you see his lip tuck between his teeth after he licks them.
âI did say that.â
Suddenly the room is hot, and youâre very aware of how sharp his canaines look in that stupid grin. How his hand is grinning the back of the couch cushion. And for some goddamn reason you just had to look down, that fucking print so visible against his inner thigh.
Your breath falters, eyes wide and you swallow back any doubt. So he had said all that stuff and it want just Yuji repeating something or just talking.
âI-Well IâŚThank you? I-I mean Iâd be lying if I said hadnât looked at you too.â You admit, his body shifting to face you more, almost caging you in on the couch.
âI figured. Every time I come to pick up you canât seems to form a sentence correctly .â He notes.
âSuku-â
âRyo.â He corrects. Lifting the strap of your nightshirt over your shoulder, playing with the fabric for a moment.
âRyo.â You test, hearing his exhale heavily.
âLetâs stop pretending thereâs nothing happing and has been happening here. No rule against fooling around with me is there?â Sukuna tests, his hand trailing up to rest no on your neck, his thumb pulling your lower lip down.
âNo.â
And with that your make the hood move to connect your lips, his arms immediately going to lift you up ans set you against his lap.
Damn does that bulge feel to much better resting between your legs than just looking at it.
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pillow princess
words: 1.3k
warnings: 18+ only, male receiving oral, riding, unprotected sex, p in v sex, rafe calls reader kiddo/kid
ârafey.â you whine, stepping into all the chairs circled around, filled with topper, kelce and some other guys you recognize as rafes friends.
âwhat is it baby?â he questions, giving you his full attention despite all the boys sitting around. he doesnât care that they see him being affectionate with you. its not like his manliness is in question.
âi miss you.â you complain. you were bored sitting upstairs in your bed all alone. you knew it was boys night. first they watched a game, then sat around and talked and drank, but you wanted your boyfriend, feeling extra clingy today.
âaww, come here kiddo.â rafe leans back, opening up his arms, letting you slot yourself onto his knee. you immediately lean your head against his shoulder, snuggling your body into his.
rafe holds you tight to him, fingers drumming against your thigh as the conversation immediately starts up again. you only pay half attention to it, most being about the game they just watched, or their max bench, whatever boy stuff they usually spend the time chatting about.
your ears perk up when the conversation changes to girlfriend and sex. âman, my girl rides me like a fucking jackrabbit.â one guy laughs, making your nose scrunch up.
the rest chime in, except for rafe. you're not sure if it's just because you're there or if he prefers to keep your sex life private.
âalright, boys.â rafe says. âbetter get going, my lady clearly needs me.â
you smile and blush, cheeks flaring. you bury your head in rafes shoulder as he says his goodbyes, his friends filling out the door. rafe makes sure it closes behind them before scooping you up, holding you in his arms, not even questioning if you want to be carried upstairs.
ârafe?â you hum as he sets you down on his bed. âyou know i would ride you if you wanted it, right?â
rafe lets out a sudden laugh, confused by your question. âwhat brought this on baby?â
âjust the guys⌠talking about their girlfriends riding them. i never do that for you.â you shrug.Â
rafe shakes his head. âi don't mind that youâre a pillow princess.â
you gasp, pressing a hand to your chest. âi am not a pillow princess!â
rafe chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. âyou are, but its okay. i like being on top.â
âbut-but-â you stammer. âiâm not!â âokay, wanna prove it?â rafe questions, a smirk still playing on his lips, knowing exactly what he's goading you into doing.
âtake your clothes off.â you challenge back.
rafe tugs his shirt over his head before pulling at his pants. he undresses quickly, watching as you stand up off the bed to take your tanktop and shorts off.Â
rafe climbs onto the bed once heâs stripped, leaning against the headboard with a lazy smile on his face. you blink at his dick, still mostly soft, resting against his thigh. usually rafe will eat you out or finger you and by the time youâre ready to fuck, heâs already hard.
âcome on, show youâre not a pillow princess. get me hard.â rafe beckons you over.
you finish taking off your underwear before climbing onto the bed, kneeling between his legs. you reach for his cock, taking it in your hand, starting to stroke it as you watch with fascination as he hardens right under your fingertips.
âgonna suck me off too?â rafe questions.
âmaybe.â you hum. you bend down, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock, suckingling as your hand continues to stroke most of his length.
you work him until heâs completely hard before letting your mouth sink lower, taking as much as you comfortably can before setting a pace of moving back to just have the tip in your mouth to taking him fully.
âsuch a good girl.â rafe coos, placing a hand on the back of your head, but he doesnât force you down, doesnât help your movements. he lets you take control like you swore you could do.
you reach down between your legs as you suck him off. youâre a little wet, but itâs nothing like when rafe fingers you before sex, so you rub your clit as you flick your tongue over his length, his moans reaching your ears.
you pull off of his cock with a pop, already feeling tired of being in control. you wish rafe would have pushed himself down your throat, showed you just how he liked it, but he just watches you as you climb onto his lap.
you stroke his cock a few more times as you position yourself properly, hovering your cunt over his dick before slowly sinking down, letting out a moan as he fills you up, stretching slightly more than usual without as much prep.Â
âit feels different from this angle.â you admit, looking shyly down as you sit on rafes fat cock. you feel it twitch inside you, and you know heâs desperate for you to move from the strained look on his face.
you begin to bounce, placing your hands on his chest. you wish he would grab your waist or your ass, helping you move on his length, but he leaves it up to you as you grind your cunt down.
you already feel your legs beginning to get sore, your muscles not used to this type of motion as you already begin to slow down, ashamed at how fast you are ready to give up, so you try to power through, but to no avail.
âfine.â you give up. âiâm a pillow princess.â
rafe flips you over suddenly, pressing your back into the mattress. âi told you so. should have just listened to me, kid.â
you whine as you wrap your legs around his waist as rafe begins to thrust. âi just like this better.â you donât want to admit that you got exhausted after a minute of writing, and you really do like rafe on top of you better, his hair falling around his forehead as he looks down at you.
âyouâre so pretty baby, i donât care that i have to do all the work.â rafe says as he pumps into you. ânot when your pussy is this tight.â
you grab at rafes shoulders, pulling him down into you so you can press your lips together. rafe grabs your tit with one of his hands, keeping the other around your waist as he kisses you, tongue pushing inside of your mouth as another show of his dominance.Â
âgonna cum inside me?â you question.
âof course im gonna baby girl.â rafe says, sealing his promise with a kiss as he begins to move faster, digging deeper into your cunt.
âplease.â you whimper, wanting to feel rafe release inside of you. you scratch your fingernails lightly down his back, making him shiver as his cock suddenly pulses, spurts of cum shooting into you.
âoh fuck, baby.â rafe moans as you clench around him, purposely milking him.
rafe collapses to the side of you, slipping out of your cunt, leaving his cum to slide out of your pussy onto the bedsheets.
rafe breathes deeply for a minute while you also try to get your breath back before he turns on his side, kissing your jawline and neck as he brings his hand back towards your pussy, but you shut your legs, squeezing your thighs tightly to deny him.
âbut you didnât cum yet.â rafe says with a pout, feeling like he failed if he canât get you off too.
âiâm too tired, donât wanna.â you admit with a shrug, feeling satisfied without the orgasm.
rafe canât help the small chuckle that leaves his mouth. âyouâre too tired from riding me for like two minutes? and you tried to argue that youâre not a pillow princess?â âyeah, whatever.â you roll your eyes. âjust cuddle me.â
rafe nods, pulling you in with his big arms, letting you snuggle into his chest. âi love you princess.â
the words warm you, making your cheeks blush, never getting tired of hearing him say those three words as you tip your head up, letting your lips ghost over his. âi love you too.â
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tw// overstim++, hybrid smut, bondage, gag, price and simon are assholrs, JUSTICE FOR JOHNNY âźď¸
pup!johnny, who's been such a good boy for owner!simon recently. while pup!reader, been the complete opposite for owner!price.
you've been whining and yapping for attention constantly. you're desperate for attention and pleasure. spending most your time rutting against anything you can find. your big puppy eyes were at first endearing when you pawed at his cock, but it quickly stopped being cute.
price has had enough. you're so desperate, he can't get anything done. there's a thin line between needy and annoying, and you've definitely crossed it.
meanwhile, soap has been such a good boy. listening to each and every one of simons commands, keeping his grubby paws off his cock. he even resisted you during your weekly playdate. keeping his hands (and cock) to himself. even despite your pitiful attempts to grind on his thigh.
and so, naturally, there's an obvious conclusion here. two birds, one stone.
when simon tells soap that he's having an extra playdate with you this week, he knows something is up. it's unusual. playdates are normally a bargaining chip for good behaviour. but then again, being rewarded is something johnny never protests.
he had expected the usual, not this. as soon as he entered prices house, Simon gave him an order to follow. and so he did, only to find you bound, gagged, and desperate. all for him.
you're a sight, one that would make even the strongest man rock hard. wrists tied behind your back with pretty pink ribbon. you're dressed in white lace, the lingerie hugging each curve and roll. price had dressed you up for the pup. even going as far as gagging you, the pink dogbone shaped silicone making you drool all over the sheets.
you're already a wreck. your slick shines as it drips down your thighs. the white lace of your panties is translucent, wet fabric clinging to your prrtty cunt. the vibrator price used to torture your pretty clit tossed on the bed beside you carelessy. johnny's eyes dart all over the scene, drinking in each detail.
he can barely hold himself back, but he does. after all, he's a good boy. simons good boy. but it doesn't matter in the end. a large hand squeezes the back of his neck, simons deep voice growling in johnny ear as he speaks. "all yours, pup. show price how good you've been."
it takes him less than a second to act. johnny can't hold himself back, gipping your hips tight. you can barely take a breath as before he rups through the lace of your panties. he isn't nice like normal. instead of slowly lapping at your clit until it's swollen and desperate beneath his tounge, slowly stretching your tight cunt with his fingers- he forces his cock deep inside your swollen cunt.
he knows its mean. the way your cry and squirm beneath his tells him youve already cum multiple times. but it only makes you more fun to fuck. your greedy cunt sucks him in, a lewd squelch filling the room with each thrust.
johnny doesn't care if your sore cunt can't take it. he's not fucking you to make you feel good, this is his. his reward. his pleasure. his time to feel good.
his body is so taught and tense. each thrust is a reflection of that. his cockhead slams against your g-spot, merciless as he seeks his own pleasure. he doesn't stop, does slow. he refuses to.
even when you've cum 3 times, even when your sore, puffy cunt is stuffed full with his cum. johnny runs himself ragged. his pace frantic and feral even as you struggle. you sob and whimper into the sheets, giving price your best puppy eyes as try you beg for mercy despite the gag.
but he doesn't give it. "shhh, shh love. s'your punishment. this is what happens to horny pups like you." he growls as a big hand on the back of your head presses your face to the bed below you.
price and simon don't pay attention to you. ignoring your little squeals and yelps as johnny continues to pound into your over-sensitive cunt. they rub salt into the wound, praising the feral pup as he ruins you.
"such a good boy," "you can do better than that baby," "cmon now, harder. she's a toy johnny, use 'er."
they let johnny fuck you till he cant. your ass red and hot from his hips slamming into you, cunt puffy and swollen. johnny shoots blanks before he pulls out. he's whisked away by simon, praised by his owner till his dizzy. meanwhile, price cups your cheek, forcing your hazy eyes to meet his. "learnt your lesson? gonna be a good girl f'me now?" he smirks as you nod, not sure if you even understand what he said.
#IM BACK#finally we got justice for johnny#poor guy man#finally got his dick wet AHAHAH#price takes a couple of photos of the aftermath to remind you of what happens when you misbehave#tried a slightly new writing style#anyways eat up freaks (/lovingly)#mw2 x reader#mw2 smut#price x reader#john price x reader#price x reader smut#john price x reader smut#ghost x reader#ghost x reader smut#simon riley x reader#simon riley x reader smut#ghost smut#price smut#john price smut#johnny x reader smut#johnny x reader#johnny mctavish x reader smut#soap x reader smut#soap x reader#soap smut#johnny mctavish smut#female reader#price x chubby!puppygirl#pupsoap x pupreader
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tired slow sex and talking him through it + minho
you hear the front door open then close and peak your head out from your bedroom, smiling when you see minho all but dragging his feet to come see you. he looks exhausted, hair a little messy, lips curled into his signature little pout while his eyes blink slowly at you. he doesnât say anything, just dragging you over to the bed, practically collapsing onto the plush duvet.
âlong day?â you ask quietly, fingers instinctively going up to thread through his hair. he leans into you, eyes fluttering closed as he lets out a slow sigh.
it feels like timeâs moving so slowly, his lips moulding against yours as his hands work to tug off his clothes then yours. itâs gentle and intimate and missing the usual hunger and desperation he normally exudes when heâs in the mood. any other time, heâd have you pressed into the sheets, making you see stars as his hips snap roughly. but tonight, heâs just so tired.
he gently pushes your thighs apart, calloused hands caressing your soft skin so tenderly, mouth never leaving yours. he breaths a shaky breath against you as he bottoms out, his hips finding a slow but steady rhythm. minhoâs hands find yours, fingers lacing together. soft grunts and moans fill the room, almost like whispers as if anything louder would burst the bubble around the two of you.
his pace starts to stutter and you know heâs getting close, his head dropping into the crook of your neck, trying to be closer to you. you can tell your loverâs trying to hold on, wanting you to be the focus of the pleasure, struggling to keep his hips moving at the same, consistent speed.
âdoes that feel good, pretty?â you whisper into his shoulder and he nearly shudders, letting out a soft whine as a yes.
âcan feel youâre close, my love, doing so well for meâ. minhoâs breathing grows shaky too, melting at your sweet words. heâs always the one talking you through it, whispering the sweet words into your ears as he finds your sweet spot again and again, but he feels his brain go all fuzzy at the thought of you doing it with him.
âgonna cum for me, min? feels so good, doesnât it?â you coo, not condescending or teasing, just wanting him to relax and let you take care of him. âcâmon, sweet boy, you can cum. cum for meâ.
the words make his mind feel even mushier, lips parting to let out the sweetest of noises as he releases, helping you ride out your own high. he lays his head down on your chest, a small and tired but dazed smile on his lips as he feels himself slowly grow sleepy.
âthere you go, min, did so well for me. let me get us cleaned up and weâll go to bed, hm?â you whisper, untangling yourself to get cleaned up.
by the time you get back to the bed, heâs already asleep, deep breaths passing his plump lips as he curls into your pillow, arm draped across your half of the bed as if to keep it warm until you came back to him.
a/n: just wanted to write something nsfw but still sweet and fluffy and it was about time i wrote something for my favourite boy <3 pls ignore the ending because i canât write endings to save my life </3 i wanna start writing more for skz so feel free to send me little ideas or thoughts anytime!! sending lots of love đ¤
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