#cw: dubcon 🎀

[keigo-chan]

I Don’t Know Where To Put My Hands

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Keigo comes home, just for a bit, in the middle of spying on the League of Villains. He needs you, he needs this. And you love him. What else is there to say?

Word Count: 6.7k

Warnings/Tags: Pro Hero!Reader, No Gendered Pronouns for Reader, Reader Has a Vagina, Extremely Dubious Consent, Unhealthy but Loving Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Emotional Masochism, Hurt/Comfort, Minor Injury from Sex, Fluff but Evil

FULL TAGS/NOTES ON AO3

Communication from Keigo had all but disappeared after the battle in Kamino. He didn’t even text anymore. He certainly didn’t call. He didn’t even send mail, or notes, or anything. Civilians spotted him, even around the very city they lived in, as the tags you had alerts on for notified you, but he didn’t make any effort to contact you.

You tried to be calm about this. He was still alive. That’s what mattered. If he wasn’t trying to talk to you, it was because he couldn’t.

But that was a scary thought, too.

You thought about asking the Commission for a short leave. It was the Holiday season, so many other heroes were beginning to stagger out their own leaves. But that only made you more hesitant to do so in turn. Your agency- Hawks’s agency- was always close to reaching ‘understaffed’ numbers. You wanted to be there to help fill in the gaps. Especially with the biggest gap right at the helm of the agency. What was important these days, as the voice in your mind that sounded a lot like Keigo reminded you, was how the public saw the heroes. The best thing they could do was bring hope- so you kept busy making public appearances, trying to just keep up with him.

When you finally got home at the end of that week, the end of your set of patrols, you were exhausted. You were distracted by your phone when you unlocked your door and went in. You tripped over the threshold of it, barely catching yourself with your wings. You looked back at your stoop for what had made you fall, and saw a red book waiting for you.

Attached was a note. “From: K”.

Your heart dropped. You lunged for the book at once, picking it up and flipping through it. Just like you suspected, there were many highlighted portions.

You and Keigo had been working side-by-side for years, and though actual partners for longer, you knew a couple of the more intimate details of what the Commission dragged Keigo through. You’d known for a long time that skills associated with espionage would be necessary. The two of you had made up your own.

You flipped through the book, barely registering what it was even about, as you hurried to shut the door and locked all the locks behind you. You fluttered about quickly, drawing the curtains and blinds while opening the book with one arm. There was nothing else written not in code. You settled in on the couch and began to decipher.

You used a cipher, always based off of a word or phrase or date only you would know. The cipher that worked would correlate to the level of danger they were in or amount of secrecy they needed. You worked your way up three levels, to the day of your anniversary.

‘Being watched by LOV.’ Reading that alone had made the ever growing anxiety worse. Is that what he was doing? Something involving the League of Villains? ‘No big danger now. Keep ear to ground. Lay low. Attack in four months. Hope to come home for New Years. Miss you. Love you. Be safe. Keigo.’

You sighed out a long breath you didn’t know you were holding, shutting the book and resting your forehead against it. He’d held this book, had written in it with care. You wished he had left anything else, though the messy handwriting on his note was nice. 

All of the feathers you’d had from him had faded, gone a very dark, dull red- a sign that they had died. Keigo no longer had control over them, and could no longer hear or feel through them.

If they were going to attack in four months, did that mean that he would be away until then?

You tried to clear the thought from your head. He was on a mission. Clearly one that even he took seriously. For now, you needed to take over as the cool-headed hero that everyone wanted. For now, you needed to take care of the Agency. Keigo’s image as a hero didn’t need to suffer, even if he was away.

You could do this. You would wait for the next couple of weeks, until you might be able to see him again. Keigo wouldn’t have mentioned it if he wasn’t decently sure that he’d be able to come back.

He’d be alright on his own. He’d be alright on his own. You set the kettle on to boil and made his favorite tea. It gave you an idea.

Over the next couple of weeks, you left things out for him. Boxes outside with small notes, assurances left in code. Sweaters and smooth pebbles and old trinkets they’d collected over the years, so that wherever he laid his head to rest, it would feel a little more like home.

He took them. Sometimes it was overnight, sometimes days or a week went by without them being taken. But he always did, and he always left something in return. A shiny, pink shell. One of his feathers. One of the silver rings he always wore, too big to fit anywhere but your thumb. You took to wearing it around at once, rubbing it when you were nervous or overwhelmed, thinking of him, thinking of his hands.

 New Years came limping around the corner. You sent everyone in the agency home with warm smiles and their much-desired bonuses. You went back to your own home alone, shuddering under your coat. The Christmas tree had already been put away- because it had never gone up. You and Keigo always took it out together, decorated it together.

You hadn’t spent a Christmas without Keigo before since you’d met him. Even before you were dating, when the two of you found out you had no one else to spend it with, the agreement to visit each other came almost immediately. That very first time, you’d waited to put up the tree until that very day, and you hadn’t managed to finish decorating until he’d gotten there. You were ashamed- but he was just excited. He asked you, stars in his eyes, if he could help. He confessed, words rushed and still half-flying, that he’d never gotten to before. You didn’t ask and he didn’t offer. You handed him a box of mismatched ornaments gladly. 

That night, you’d sat around the tree, the sight of threadbare branches and two gifts perhaps looking pitiful to anyone else, but there were lights. Keigo had gone and gotten lights mid-way through, saying he’d been struck by inspiration, and he hadn’t come back for quite a bit since most of the stores were closed, but they were beautiful. You’d turned the rest of the lights in the house off and just basked in the warm glow of them. They reminded you of Keigo’s eyes, a bit. That was the first time you’d rested your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his wing around you.

You couldn’t help but be upset that he hadn’t even mentioned Christmas, much less apologized for missing it, even if it felt a little childish. You felt homesick more often than not. All you wanted to do these days was lie in bed, lounging around in his baggy clothes, twirling dead feathers between your fingers.

You left him a gift before Christmas. When you saw that he still hadn’t picked it up the next day, all you could do was sigh. By the time New Years came around, the gift remained by your doorstep. You began leaving less and less, just to stop crossing that threshold.

You baked cookies that night. You lit candles and dimmed the lights and listened out for sparkles and fireworks all over. You’d started hating fireworks when you started dating Keigo. He’d made a joke once about having to fly through them and it made you sick to your stomach just thinking about it. He was as flammable as a bundle of dry straw. The heater was on, but you still wore one of his old, tacky Christmas sweaters around. You popped open a bottle of Champagne and poured yourself a glass.

You had a bad feeling, but you pretended like you didn’t. You glanced at the clock. Keigo wouldn’t have given you false hope- no matter how optimistic he was. But eventually, the clock struck eleven, and you were two glasses of champagne and batches of cookies in, and there was no sign of him. 

You groaned when you finally heard the clock mark the hour, resting your forehead on the cold of the kitchen table. 

Why were you so miserable without him? You obviously could never know, but you were willing to bet money on the idea that Keigo was not nearly as shaken up about it when he was away. In fact, the more dangerous a task he was about to embark on, the happier he seemed to send you away. A familiar coil of bitterness rose up in you. After all this time, he didn’t trust you. He didn’t think you could hold your own, not next to him.

But maybe he’s right, You mused, munching miserably on your cookie. After all, he goes away and I spend all my time sick and moping and thinking about him. God, I really am useless.

Maybe you should get a cat. Keigo was never their biggest fan, and they didn’t do well around his wings, but you really wanted one for times like these. And if he was going to spend this much time away from now on, what did it matter?

You were idly scrubbing a dish when the clock went off at midnight. Screams erupted from every direction around you, the sound of illegal fireworks, the cheers of loved ones celebrating with one another.

Honestly, you thought you’d be more sad, and angry, and disappointed. But you weren’t. The hour passed and it was the next year and Keigo wasn’t there to celebrate- like he always was- even though he said he’d try to make it and it didn’t hurt nearly as bad as Christmas. There was no one to call, no one to text. You finished washing the dish and downed the last of your glass, before pouring yourself another.

You settled onto the couch. You weren’t ready for bed yet, not with the sounds outside. You scrolled through a million shows and movies before settling on one you’d seen a million times, like white noise. It was past one am, and you had finished up your millionth game of Sudoku when you heard someone at the door.

Fear rang through you, at first. You were alone, you were tipsy, and your hero brain whispered that nobody would hear your screams with the din of New Years around you. You jumped to your feet the best you could, setting aside your glass and phone at once, preparing to defend yourself when you heard keys turn the lock.

It was Keigo. Of course, of course, it was just Keigo.

All of the resentment, all of the bitterness, all of the anger you told yourself you’d take out on him softened at once when you caught sight of him. Not only because he looked more tired than you’d seen him in a long time- with uncharacteristic bags under his weary eyes, slumped shoulders, and wings noticeably smaller than usual- but just because…

Because it was Keigo. Because, miraculously, he looked like he needed you more than you needed him. 

“You’re awake.” He sounded surprised. He didn’t look it. Maybe he was too tired to even look surprised. He locked the door behind him, but didn’t move from across the room.

”I was-” You words caught around the lie. “I was waiting for you.” But he beamed, and you were glad you hadn’t told him the truth. Oh, Keigo. Always the optimist.

“I’m home now.”

“Yeah,” you walked to him, pace increasing with every step, until you were flinging yourself into his arms. Keigo, for his part, was more than ready. He caught you easily, and no more conversation was needed. When you kissed him, his face and nose and mouth were all cold, and he held you like a dying ember. The way you fell into each other reminded you of the moment you’d managed to catch him after the battle in Kamino, behind the alley, a moment you had been unable to stop yourself from replaying and replaying and replaying.

There was no thinking to be done while you were kissing, your mouths opened immediately for each other’s. You wrapped your legs and arms around him, indulging both of you in the kiss. He turned the two of you, pressing you flat against the wall. His kisses fell against your chin and neck, and then all at once-

“Keigo!” You gasped, which was the only thing saving it from being a scream as Keigo sucked at the skin on your neck hard. You squirmed, thrashed really, in his arms, trying to push him away, but it was fruitless. “What are you- Keigo, oh my God-” Your voice was just a whimper by the end as he barely even reacted to you. “W- wait, you can’t-”

The Commission had strict rules involving appearance. Some were obvious: no alterations may be made to the uniform without going through one of their designers, heroes must appear at the scene relatively kempt (unless coming from another battle), tears or rips must be mended by next appearance. But there were other, unwritten rules, pertaining to the professionalism of the costume. No hero could be caught drinking or smoking in their uniform. No hero should be seen doing non-heroic activities in their uniform. And, of course, famously, hickeys were not allowed to be showing while they were in uniform.

Everyone claimed to have a friend of a friend who had gotten in trouble for it, to the point that it was just something heroes knew to avoid while participating in… more illicit activities. But it had happened closer than that to the two of you. In fact, Keigo had once gotten in massive trouble when the Commission caught him with a hickey that you had given him. It was (mostly) an accident, and they hadn’t suspected where it actually came from, but he was put on night patrol with no breaks for the next couple of weeks.

You were extremely apologetic, but not enough to accompany him out all of those times.

Ever since then, you were both careful about it. After all, they really didn’t need the scrutiny that the Commission was trying to protect them from in a roundabout way. Not only would Hawks’s fangirls go ballistic if they thought he was actually seeing someone, but it would invite people to speculate on who. And nothing good would come of that. 

This was to say, it wouldn’t be good if either of you showed up to your job with a lovebite visible on your necks, and concealer could only last for so long in a job like yours. The two of you whined and bitched about it, but for the most part, you reserved your marking for things below the collar, even if the ��claiming’ of it all was half the fun.

Until tonight, apparently. Keigo was still sucking and biting at your neck like a man starved. “Sorry- sorry,” It sounded genuine, he sounded almost hurt him, but he didn’t stop. “Need- Need something permanent- need it to last-”

And it did hurt. You weren’t prepared for the sharp heat of it- but it was good. It was so good, Keigo’s lips wrapped around such a sensitive part of you, making you feel a mind-numbing pain derived intimately from his own mouth, his face buried into your neck, while he was holding you close together. And he was marking you. He was marking you and everyone would know you belonged to someone and entirely irrationally, for a split second, you hoped they would know it was Keigo.

He growled and pressed open-mouthed, sloppy kisses to your neck, before licking a stripe up your throat and swirling his tongue over what must have been the forming bruise. your head was going fuzzy from the abuse of your neck. You barely recognized the usual care he treated you with, even in their most morally bankrupt moments of fornication. Instead, he bit down on another part of your neck and started the process again.

You threw your head back and gave in, moaning and bucking your hips against him. This only seemed to egg him on, as his kisses grew more frantic and messy, and a heavy sort of note joined his panting, like he was moaning with every breath. 

Your neck was starting to feel wet at this point, but you didn’t care. You could feel every move he made down to your pussy, and it was leaving no room for anything to go to your brain.

Several marks later, Keigo finally seemed to remember that there were possibly other ways that he could have you- though he didn’t give you any warning of this thought at all before he pulled you away from the wall and fell to his knees. This would have been alright, hot even, if you weren’t still attached to him. You yelped as they dropped, performing a clumsy combination of your arms flailing and still clinging to Keigo as he went down. 

But you didn’t collide with the floor, you were simply on his lap now, nails digging into his clothes and back. He took the second of your confusion to tear off his work jacket and reveal the compression shirt underneath. You dearly loved the eyeful of his lithe muscles you got through the tight fabric. You ran your hands over his chest and shoulders appreciatively.

”You know, you could have given me a heads up,” You meant to scold him, but it came out more as a sort of pout. But Keigo didn’t laugh like he usually would have, didn’t even smile. He sort of frowned distantly as you spoke, staring only at your lips. “Keigo?” You brushed a lock of flaxen hair behind his ear. “Are you oka-”

”No,” He shook his head, his voice thick with something you couldn’t name. He took an unsteady breath and shook his head, looking somewhere just past you. “N- no, I’m-” The glint in his eyes wasn’t right. You were contemplating it when he sprang back into action. He lunged, pinning you under him on the floor, but his arms had broken the worst of your fall. Still, you cried out in surprise, Your world suddenly in an entirely different orientation. Keigo licked and nibbled at your ear as he pulled off your- his- sweater roughly, the friction of it burning for a second. He tossed it aside carelessly before returning to his position right on top of you. His hands squeezed and groped at your chest painfully- and not in a good way.

Your head spun. What was going on? This was nothing like Keigo. Even when he was rough, it was usually only because you had asked for it, or confirmed it was what you wanted at least once. Every once in a while, you even had to egg him on. But this- this felt careless and crude, bouncing between the two extremes of him being too intense and not there with you at all. 

“Ow,” You hissed, but it was really more of a whisper. You were almost afraid to snap him out of the trance, even as he bruised you in places you weren’t accustomed to. “Ow-”

”Please,” He whined. His mouth was against your chest, he had begun to work his way down. He sounded… truly pitiful. “Please, I- I need- I can’t-” He sat back up and away from you, running a hand through his hair, only for half of the strands to fall back into place right after. You finally got a good look at him, closer now than across the room. He was frantic, searching. His eyes darted around your face wildly, but he didn’t seem to find what he was looking for. “Please.” He slumped down again on top of you like his strings had been cut, all at once, landing hard onto you.

“Are you on something?” You wondered aloud. “It’s- it’s fine if you are, but you should tell me, Kei-chan-”

”No, no.” He shook his head frantically. “No, I swear, I just-” He tugged at your pants. His eyes grew pleading, beseeching. “Please-”

This wasn’t how you pictured their reunion. But he was looking at you with those desperate eyes, and you could only ever be the personyou were. 

Keigo was hurting. You could help him. As always, you could do your service by helping him, by being at his side.

You didn’t speak. You just nodded. Keigo breathed out what could only be a sigh of relief and tore your pants off. You were wet, your moments of hesitation unable to strip that awaym  especially not when Keigo spread your legs and dipped his fingers into the place that you had wanted him for weeks. Thankfully, he didn’t finger you. You shuddered a bit to think of what his thick, rough fingers would have felt like inside you in this state. Instead, he pressed a kiss to your knee and then tapped you gently on the ass. ”Flip over.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice.you turned and assumed your position, ass in the air and face against your arms on the floor. There was a second where it was just ou, in the dark, your face warm with your breaths and the sound filling your ears. Maybe- maybe it would be easier this way, unable to see his face.

There was no preamble before Keigo slammed in.

”Oh my GOD!” You shrieked, nails digging into the hardwood floor in front of you and leaving gouge marks in their wake. “Oh my fucking God,” He took you with a speed and strength that truly belonged on a battle field. Every other stroke or so hit your cervix, entirely bottomed you out with that thick cock of his, a Russian roulette of pain that entirely cleared your mind. 

”Fuck,” He cursed. He gripped your hips brutally, but you didn’t even feel it over the flood of sensation below it. He pulled you back and forth against him like you were an to for him to use, something small and thoughtless he could move as he pleased. “Fuck, yes,” He hissed through his teeth sharply. “Holy fuck, you take it so good, look at you- taking my cock so fucking good.” He babbled.

”Please,” You choked out, eyes rolling back so faryou couldn’t see anything other than stars. “P- please,” A broken gasp wracked through your chest like a sob. In fact, you rather thought you were sobbing. Your fingers and hands jumped and convulsed, just trying to hold on, to regain any sort of footing as he fucked you into the floor. you didn’t even know what you were begging for. For him to stop? For more? For him to hold you, just hold you, so you could sit in the silence and look at the Christmas tree?

Your safeword danced on the tip of your tongue. You wished you could say that you hadn’t used it to be a good girlfriend, that you’d suffered through it all silently because it was clear he needed you, that you were kind and benevolent- but the truth was that you simply couldn’t even string enough of a thought together to control your tongue enough to say it.

”Please-” He panted, pleaded, “Baby, say my name-” His voice broke around the syllables. “I- I need to- pl- please, saymyname-”

“Kei- ei- go- oh-” Each sound was broken up by the bounce of you against his cock. You couldn’t speak properly even if you wanted to. You slurred his name, your tongue too heavy in your mouth, too confusing to move properly. “Kei- go!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” He whined, bending over your body. His chest pressed against your back. He was all over you, inside you, above you, all-encompassing. Each thrust sent your body back and forth against the floor, scraping against the skin of your face and arms. Your knees ached from holding yourself up on the hard surface. Your legs trembled, weak with the strength it took to even stay up. “So tight, so fucking tight-”

”Keigo- w- wait, please-“ You gasped out, but the words were unintelligible to even your ears, too breathy and muffled and confused, too pierced through with your moans. Instead, all Keigo heard was ‘please’. The next couple of thrusts were even harder.

Your mind and body couldn’t take it any longer, you tensed, trembled so much your limbs began to hurt, and came so hard you saw white. The scream you let out was guttural, and gave its way into sobs. Your whole body gave out, but unfortunately, Keigo’s grip didn’t relent, he hardly even noticed. “Pleasepleasepleaseplease-”. You keened pitifully. “Keigo-”

His grunts and noises had become animalistic. There were no more words or pleas from him. Instead, he moaned his own release, slamming into you with absolute abandon, finishing inside you by using his body’s weight to pin you all the way to the floor. You were squeezed between the two unrelenting surfaces, as Keigo came as deep as he could possibly go, gravity assisting him in his terrible mission.

Finally, finally, he was still.

He breathed heavily above you as you shook and trembled and just tried to do the monumental task of catching your breath or moving your limbs. Your hands shook so hard it looked like you had tremors when you tried to draw them back into yourself.

Every body part that you could think of ached in one way or another. You tested different parts of yourself, operating them like a puppet who had just gained control of their own body. It was a long while before Keigo let up, long enough that you had almost forgotten it was him on top of you. You lifted your own face from the floor. It was wet. You hadn’t even realized you were crying or drooling. Your hair stuck to your face with tears and sweat. you took a deep, shuddering breath.

Keigo pulled out. You felt his soft cock slip out of you and were astounded that the now-feeble part could have done what it just had. You remained on the floor, little will to move, no capacity to consider what he might think about it.

He laid his hand on your hip. ”Hey, do you wanna-” But you jumped. You hadn’t meant to. But it was a motion so sudden it startled him. He blinked. And it came to him. The scene, the house, his love- it all finally appeared in front of him. “Oh my God-” He breathed, expression stricken and horrified. “Oh my God, baby bird, I- oh my God-” You tried to push yourself off the ground, but your arms gave out underneath you, and it looked downright painful as  youfell. Keigo pulled you up at once and flipped you over, as gently, but quickly, as he could.

Keigo hoped, prayed, that it wasn’t as bad as he suddenly remembered it all was- 

When you turned, something in the back of your head warned you to school your expression into a more neutral mask, but it was too slow and quiet. But every bit of the shock and confusion you felt must have been evident on your face, because when Keigo turned you around, he shattered.

He dissolved into sobs, curling and melting onto you, into you. It only took a split second before you, too, were crying, until you were both wracked with it, holding each other. Clinging tighter than ever before.

There was nothing else to do.

*****

You woke first the next morning- and you woke in pain. The way your insides ached made you feel like maybe the phrase ‘rearrange their guts’ wasn’t as fun as it was before. You realized, when you went to the bathroom, that you had been bleeding. A wave of sickness. You put on a pad and walked carefully back to bed.

The noise of the bathroom alone had woken Keigo. He locked eyes with you as soon as you came out of the restroom. Your heart sank. You immediately tore your own away. You were really hoping he wouldn’t wake for a while. He sat up as you got into bed, back towards him. Neither of you said anything for a long moment. 

You gave in. You flipped over towards him, tossing an arm around his lap, your forehead against his hip. He rubbed a hand down your back, almost on instinct. You hated the way his hand jumped away once he realized what he was doing like nothing you’d ever experienced before.

You gave a gentle demand, ”C’mere.” He obliged at once, shifting down to rest next to you. You were careful not to make eye contact, even as he stared at your face, watching your expressions like- well, like a hawk. You adjusted until you were lying on his chest, arms curled around him. He was sleep-warmed. Comfy. Smelled familiar.

It was still Keigo. 

Just Keigo. 

Always Keigo. 

Only Keigo.

”I’m bleeding.” You said softly, shutting your eyes. You didn’t know why. You didn’t want to guilt him. You didn’t really even want him to know. But you felt like he needed to. Deserved to, even. You listened to the sharp breath he took.

”Fucking shit,” He breathed, and that was it for a moment. You pretended like you couldn’t hear him crying. He pretended like he couldn’t feel you do the same.

”Will you make me some tea?” You asked quietly, when you had both gone still and silent again. Keigo jumped up at once. He was just in his boxers, the ones he had pulled on last night when you had finally gone to bed in a daze.

”Yes. Yeah. Of course.” He nodded, looking grateful for something to do. He hurried off to the kitchen at once. You laid on in warm space he had left on the bed. You tucked yourself in and sniffed the pillow he’d been lying on deeply. It smelled like him- like the man you knew and loved. In the kitchen, pots and pans moved around, water ran, the stove clicked to life.

It wasn’t long before the smell of food filled your nose instead. It smelled like grilled fish and rice. After another couple of minutes, he walked in, holding your favorite mug.

”What kind?” You asked, pointing for him to set it down on the bedside drawer.

”Your favorite.” He didn’t even let you react before he hurried out, “ButIcanmakeyouadifferentone! I just- I thought that I- I guess I could have asked-” He winced at his own words, and you sighed.

”It’s fine, Keigo.” But your voice sounded tired, even to you, and his name rang cold. ”Thank you.” He hesitated. You buried yourself deeper under the covers. You just… didn’t want to hear it right now. Thankfully, whether he got the message or simply couldn’t decide what to say, he walked out of the room once more. After another ten minutes, you finally stood and came to the kitchen, wincing as you did so. He smiled when he caught sight of you, but the worried furrow in his eyebrows didn’t unknot.

”H- Hey, good morning. I made breakfast.” He gestured around at the spread. You eyed it over. “I- um- there’s fish and rice and miso soup and a rolled omelet- I made coffee, too, just in case- or we could- we could always order takeout or-”

”Hey.”you put your mug down on the table and walked towards him. His wings drew up, somewhere between fear and shame. He seemed to balance on a knife’s edge as you stood in front of him. You leaned forward and rested your forehead on his bare chest. “It’s okay.” You said softly, wrapping you arms around him and stroking at his back, between his wings.

Keigo nodded shakily, before finally hugging you back.

”I- I just- I didn’t feel like me when I came in last night,” He babbled against the top of your head, “And I’ve- I’ve felt really lost in the mission, all of my interactions are being watched, I could only step away last night because-” He took a breath. You felt the shudder in his body. He was tense, like he wanted to hold you tighter, but was too afraid to. “I wanted to come back and feel like me, I wanted- I-“ You hushed him. Keigo buried his face deeper into your hair. ”I’m…” Keigo started. You tensed. “I’m so-”

”Don’t.” You snapped.

You had an unspoken agreement- the two of you never apologized. You were almost proud of it, your ability to move on from mistakes and stupid things the other had said. You gave each other space any time you had an argument, and came back with level heads and open arms. This was the first real thing either of you had, they were both bound to make mistakes. You were happy you both knew that, and found something that worked for you guys, even if other people didn’t understand it.

Hearing him almost do so now made your throat tight and eyes burn.

”No, really, what happened last night-”

”Takami Keigo.” You wrenched yourself out of his grip, instead grabbing him by the arms, pinning them to his side. The cruelty in the sneer and look and touch and name shocked him like ice water. “It’s fine. I said yes. I could have used my safe word. I ask you to be rougher all the time. It-“ You cleared your throat. You removed your hands. “It is fine. I need you to drop it.”

Keigo stared, face to face with bared teeth and anger. “Okay.” His voice was just a whisper.

You stared for one last minute before letting go and turning away, back to your tea.you took a long, deep draught, before something caught your eye. He looked where your gaze fell. It was a mirror, in the hall. You touched your neck. “I forgot about those.” You hummed, looking thoughtful. Keigo couldn’t discern anything else from your expression, so he said nothing. 

He turned away and grabbed a couple of dishes and began to plate everything up for the two of you. Before you sat down, he grabbed a pillow from the couch and placed it under you without a word. For this, at least, you were grateful. 

You ate in silence for a while. It wasn’t exactly comfortable. He found it a little hard to look at you, now, close up. He wished he could have been pleased to see you all marked up, but instead, you just looked… bruised. Battered. The way you did after a battle didn’t go your way. There was an exhaustion in your eyes you couldn’t fake and you didn’t bother to hide.

“When are you leaving?” You asked, your voice carefully free of any inflection. He bit his cheek. Usually this question would be asked with the clear wish that it wouldn’t be for as long as possible. But today, he was unsure.

“I was-” Any strength in his voice broke. “I need to leave tonight.” He admitted. You were entirely still for a moment, but just a moment. You resumed eating, without even looking at him the whole time.

“Alright,” Was all you said, soft and small and sad. Your utensils clicked, but otherwise, it was silent.

*****

The first day of the New Year was difficult. For once, you found yourself glad that Keigo was leaving. No matter what you did, you couldn’t get rid of the silent stiffness that permeated all of your interactions. Perhaps the distance would do you good for once.

When night fell, Keigo had to leave. He stood by the door and you came to say your goodbyes. He held his arms out tentatively, and you fell in at once. He squeezed you tightly. You squeezed back.

”How long will you be gone?”

“I don’t know.” He answered honestly. ”…Probably at least another three months.“ Your heart sank. You knew that, but to hear it was another can of worms. “But I will visit before then, I promise.”

”Okay,” Your voice was hollow with unshed tears. As he made to pull away, something desperate in you woke at once, and you held on tighter. “I- I miss you so much when you’re gone.” You rushed out, like he didn’t know that already. “This mission was so sudden, I went from seeing you all the time to not at all, and I don’t know what you’re doing or how dangerous it is, and I don’t even have anyone I can talk to about this because you’re who I talk to about things, please don’t leave me.” Your pathetic plea rang in the air for much longer than was comfortable.

He spoke, “I’ve been seeing you online again.” Picturing him seeing all the embarrassing headlines and memes and photos from your recent appearances made you groan. “You have no idea how proud I am of you, or how much I miss you, too. I’ll tell you all about it the second I can.” He pulled away a bit, cupping your cheek in his large, warm hand, lifting your chin to look at him. “I don’t- I don’t want to do this again, okay?” His gaze was loving, and sincere. You nodded, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks silently. “I don’t like it either, I promise.” He kissed your forehead. “Be brave, okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded, but the lump in your throat and chest hadn’t gone away. He hugged you again, and you both rocked back and forth and back and forth.

”Hey,” He said seriously. “I love you.”

That was another thing you didn’t say. Or, at least, it was very rare. You really only said it when you didn’t have to actually… say it. You wrote it in notes in code or texts. Occasionally, during a very intimate moment, or if you weren’t sure you were going to see each other again.

You swallowed, wondering which one of these things was true now.

”I love you, too.” He wrapped his wings around you. Their hold was soft and strong, and you felt like you could breathe easier, even if your chest was tighter.

Finally, finally, you pulled away. ”I’ll see you soon.��� He promised, and your lips met for one last kiss.

”See you soon.” You repeated throatily. You waved with a miserable little half-smile as he slipped out the door, taking his bright red wings, all the color, and your heart from your world.

When you went out the next day, you remembered Keigo’s present and groaned unhappily, having forgotten to remind him of it- but when you went to check it, you saw that he had taken it, and left something in its stead.

It was a tiny box, covered in shiny, red wrapping paper. You stepped right back inside your place and tore it open, finding a ring box inside the first. Inside was a silver band made of metal feathers widing their way into a ring. Your mouth fell open at that alone, only to realize that there was an extra slit in the box.you checked the larger box it had come in. Inside was two photos- one that must have been of the advertisement, with your ring and a thicker-banded version of it- and the other was one of Keigo.

In the photo, he was somewhere far in the sky during sunset, pink and purple and orange and lovely all around him. He was beaming, always so handsome, but glowing with the halo of the sun and his smile. His wings were a blur behind him, but in front of him, his gloveless hand was fanned out, showing off his own ring from the matching set.

You laughed through tears, sliding the ring onto your finger. It seemed he hadn’t forgotten about Christmas, after all.

[sserasin]

bff!jake who sends their sex tapes and nudes to any boy reader gets close to or asks out so she would be his only !!!

- 🧸🎀

marking territory

cw nsfw under cut, noncon/dubcon, female reader, bff!fwb!jake, unprotected sex (he pulls out n cums on reader), he records with consent and sends it without consent(or knowledge), dehumanizing kinda, brief mention of cravity minhee and hyeongjun, orgasm denial

“i—it’s not nice,” you whine, pawing at his shirt. jake chuckles, grabbing your wrists with one hand and bringing them up over your head.

“yeah? well it’s not nice when guys try to get with my girl when they know she’s mine,” jake’s grip tightens, slowly rocking his hips into yours.

you let out a pathetic sob, eyes scrunching shut as you weakly bang a fist against his chest, but words stubborn as ever like he’s not filling you up to the brim— “i’m not yours!”

jake’s free hand grabs your face, turning you to look him in the eyes. your core tightens at the look on his face, feeling your cheeks puff up from the hold he has on your cheeks. “so i’ve gotta show you, too, huh?”

before you can ask what he means, his thrusts become quicker, rendering you speechless. broken moans leave your mouth, eyes squeezing shut as a way to ground you as he quite literally splits you in two.

unbeknownst to you, jake’s head turns to where his phone sits and he lets go of your wrists to grab it. he quickly slides his thumb on the screen, switching to video recording and raising it above your body.

“did you like when minhee said you were pr—pretty?” jake grunts in between pants, and your brows furrow, eyes fluttering open to stare at him. you realize he’s recording you, but you had already told him previously he could— whenever. you dismiss it, staring up at him through lidded eyes. you could barely register what he was saying, with his cock hammering into you repeatedly. “i’m surprised hyeongjun didn’t come in his p—pants right there when you touched his— damn— arm.”

a shriek leaves your lips as the knot in your stomach tightens, tears slipping down your cheeks, “j—jake—”

“what better way to mark my territory than to ruin it?” the camera is shaky, but it’s light enough in the room that it gets your face and entire body in the frame. he moves the camera to get his cock sliding in and out of your puffy, abused pussy. juices squelch noisily and he can see the print of his head in your lower abdomen, and his eyes flutter shut. he groans, rutting up into you, “sh—shit—”

jake forces himself to pull out of you, pumping his cock with one hand and focusing the camera on your face with tears still trailing down. he comes with a short whimper, as if he’s biting it back. thick streams of cum land on your face, getting your eyelashes, cheeks, and mouth. your eyes blink open, sticky white on your lashes as you look up at him, “i didn’t—”

“shh,” jake shushes you, rubbing the head of his cock over your lips and smearing his come. “i’m not done with you, yet.” he ends the recording, tossing his phone back on the table.

hours later, as you’re passed out beside him in his bed, he makes sure to send the video to both minhee and hyeongjun, smirking when the read receipts turn from delivered to read.

neither boy looked your way ever again, much to your confusion and jake’s delight.

[liliesdiary]

Fuck Your Boyfriend, You're Mine.

Yandere Rick Grimes x You

Requested by @versatilehater

cw: stalker!rick grimes, pervert!rick grimes, kidnapping, drugging, dubcon, mentions of cheating, age gap (legal), dark!rick, psycho beard rick, bondage.

word count: 1k+

note: I'm sorry this took forever to write, it was the holidays so I was busy <3 I hope you enjoy this angel 🎀

He was watching you through your windows once again, watching as you danced in your kitchen with that short blue sunflower dress of yours that you love to wear. He couldn't stop thinking about you. He couldn't stop thinking about your smile, your voice, and your doe eyes that scream fuck me.

He would do anything to have you on your knees staring at him and only him. He hated the way your boyfriend treated you, he was an asshole who used you for your body. Rick wanted nothing more than to beat him to a pulp and make him watch as he fucks your tight little hole. He wanted to kill him.

He wanted to treat you way better than your pathetic excuse of a boyfriend. He wanted to spoil you and treat you like a doll yet you were taken by someone else.

His hands clench as he sees your boyfriend ignoring you as you tried to show him what you baked for him. The way your eyes saddened and filled with tears when your boyfriend walked away and didn't even glance at the cookies you made for him. You look up at the window and notice the older man staring, once again, it makes you shiver.

He continued to stare into your eyes, staring through your window. You started to have chills up your spine and closed the curtains. Rick was gonna take you away and make you his tonight.

Hours passed by and your boyfriend had left the house to hang out with his friends. Rick stood outside your window with a backpack full of tools, waiting for the sleeping pills he put in your water to work so he can take you away.

You were sitting on your bed reading a book decorated with a pink ribbon. You flipped the pages bored out of your mind as the smell of your candles filled your nose. You looked at the clock and noticed it was still early but you were so sleepy, more sleepy than usual. You turned off your candles and placed your book on your table. You cover yourself with your blanket, trying to get comfortable and hugging your pillow.

After a couple of minutes, you start to drift off to sleep. Your body laid peacefully on your bed, you looked so cute in your blue sunflower dress and white stockings . Rick stared at your sleeping body and started to climb through your window. He moved quietly, trying to not wake you up and scare you away.

He looked over you as you laid there, his hands touched your hair and gently grabbed a fist full. He smelled your soft hair, it smelled so sweet, like strawberries and cherries. He sat on your bed and slowly took off the blanket covering you.

He started to unzip his backpack, pulling out rope. He gently tied the rope around your wrist and body. The way the rope hugged your body made him hard. He tied a blindfold around your eyes and gagged you.

You started to move around in your sleep, feeling uncomfortable. He noticed and carried you bridal style. He was gonna take you to a cabin far away with him and turn you into his little doll.

He carried your drugged body into his rusty truck, laying you in the passenger seat as you were tied. He touched his beard as he stared at our sleeping body, you were so beautiful. He drove away to a cabin he found a while back before they arrived at Alexandria. He wanted to hide you where no one could ever find you. He wanted to keep you away so no one could ever hurt you.

An hour passes and he arrives at the cabin, it was dark and the cabin was a little creepy. He carried your body into the dark cabin and placed you down on the bed upstairs. He looked around and checked the place, making sure no one else was here to hurt you. He pulled out his gun and looked at every room with his flashlight. Then when he has cleared the whole house, he lit up some candles by your new bed.

He has managed to bring a couple of your belongings, like the book you were reading, ribbons and bows, your makeup, some candles, some of your favorite cooking supplies and stuffed animals. He was planning on going back and getting more, his backpack was already full of your belongings.

He put the gun down on the table and sat down by your bed. He stared at your body and noticed you were starting to squirm. You had finally woken up and you were terrified. You couldn't move and you started to freak out. He hushed you and tried to calm you down, “Shh don't worry sweetheart, I'm here.

You recognized his gentle and raspy voice, it was Rick. You tried to talk but the gag muffled your voice. Rick grabbed you jaw tightly, “I'll take off your gag if you promise you'll be quiet, doll. Be a good girl and stay calm.”

You nod your head in fear and he released his hand on your jaw and took off the gag. “Thank you.. can I please have some water?”

He smiled and got up to get a water bottle he had in his bag, he lifted your jaw gently and poured the water into your mouth, staring at the way the water flowed down your throat. “You're being such a good girl.”

Your legs twitched at his praise, you can't help but deny the way it made you feel. His voice, the way his rough hands felt on your soft face and that sexy beard of his made you so weak in the knees. You tried to shake the thought off, trying to stay loyal to your boyfriend.

He looked at your body, the way it was reacting to your touch, “You're so cute. I just had to take you away.”

You start to tremble, “Are you going to hurt me?”

“No sweetheart, I would never hurt you. I'll treat you like a delicate doll. But if you try to escape, I can't say I won't be rough.”

His response made you whimper a bit, frightened yet so turned on. The older man always scared you, the way he stared at you when you introduced yourself for the first time was full of lust and hunger. You knew that look yet you continued to visit him, baked him his favorite sweets and cooked Carl breakfast. The way the older man wrapped his hands around your body as you cooked for him made your heart jump, yet you always tried to reject his touches because you were taken. He always hated that.

Now that you were tied up and blindfolded in a place you don't know, you were terrified yet so submissive. You can't help but yearn for his touch, for his beard to touch your face as he kissed your soft lips.

He noticed the way your body reacted to his voice, “Does your body yearn for me sweetheart? You should have just asked.”

You whimper, “No, please don't touch me. I have a boyfriend.”

He scoffs and starts to touch your knee, “You mean the same boyfriend that's cheating on you right now?”

Your eyes filled up with tears, “What? What do you mean? He's at his friend's house.”

The older man shook his head, “I'm sorry sweetheart but that piece of shit is at another girl's house. That's why I took you away, that piece of shit didn't deserve you”

You whimper as he caresses your thighs dressed in your white stockings making you squirm and moan, “This feels wrong…”

“Shh sweet doll, just enjoy this.” he said as he gently took your stockings off your body. You squirmed and whimpered, your whimpers and pathetic attempts at untying the ropes only made him harder.

He grabbed your tear stained face and kissed you, “you're mine. Fuck your boyfriend.”

[pupyuj]

Dub-con eheh. . . anyway, g!p Yujin who befriends a naive virgin loser just so she can use them as her own personal fuck toy ><

Like imagine having a studying sesh with her and it ends with her just taking your virginity. You're crying and trying so hard to resist, but it's just so hard when she's whispering the most unpure shit in your ear that you can't help but slowly submit.

"you're complaining and trying to resist, yet your moaning like a bitch in heat."

"Shut up and take it like the good girl you are."

"You're not going to tell anyone right? No one is going to believe you, and it's your fault for dressing like a slut and provoking me."

"Gonna mold you into my pretty little pet."

"You love it when I take advantage of your tight little virgin cunt, don't you?."

You're not a slut, right? You're not enjoying this at all

Right?

You can't help but believe every little word she says. Eventually you just give up and take it like the good girl you are, because maybe she is right. Yujin is your friend and friends don't lie to each other, right?

Aaah, manipulative Yujin absolutely has my heart. . . Anyway, can I be 🎀 anon? ^_^

once again i am fashionably late to an ask!! 😭 apologies 🎀 anon, but here you go!!

[cw: dubcon, breeding.]

anything with toxic!yujin in it, i'm on board IDCCCC 🤤🤤 i'd love to think of her as a mean girl in this scenario too! she just wants an innocent little lamb to corrupt and unfortunately you were perfect for it! she's so happy that you were dumb enough to fall for her friendly act, it was too easy! yujinnie totally daydreams about completely destroying your cunt and having you cry out her name for everybody to hear... but she'll start small!

gosh, you were so stupid to not recognize her advances. yujin's touching your ass, practically groping your boobs, and she's always checking you out! but she was surprised at how willing you were to let her do whatever she wanted.. coming up behind you, whispering nasty things to your ear while unbuttoning your shirt.. no resistance at all! yujin always knew there could be this kind of side to you 🫣 you were a virgin in an all-girls university no fucking duh your mind has gone off the edge sometime and looked at some girls a little closer than one should 😙😙

but you see.. you wouldn’t feel too good on the inside about what yujin was doing! :(( every single touch that came from her was out of pure lust, not a single sign of care and intimacy… so you’d try and take her hands off of your tits but she’d only push you down on the bed with your top and bra haphazardly thrown to some corner of the room… yujinnie thinks you look so pretty with your eyes all glossy w tears, she couldn’t help but kiss you! at least she was soft with that! you wouldn’t say the same for the way she treated you after… feeling up your soaked panties from underneath her skirt with her fingers and laughing mockingly… berating you so much bcs here you were, powerless under her, trying to push her away, but you were so wet! and your body completely ignored what you wanted… slightly grinding against yujin’s hand just to feel something more down there.. yujin loved seeing that 😋😋

“this skirt is too cute on you… let’s leave it as it is, hm?” and then she pulls off your panties, not wasting another second before pressing her thumb against your clit just to make you whine loudly for her 🥰 yujinnie’s the one that decides whether you’re ready or not :(( you’re moaning in both pain and pleasure as she inserts two digits inside you so slowly… having to grip her arm bcs you don’t know where to put your hands :(( gosh you were adorable! and ofc yujin fucks you like she fucks any other girl that are stupid enough to get involved with a psychopath like her! rough and so painfully fast! “mm… good girl! you’re getting used to this quickly, huh?” you really weren’t though :((

it was frustrating… bcs it both hurt and felt so good! 😵‍💫 you didn’t know how to feel, let alone think! not a single coherent word left your mouth while yujin busied hers with licking and sucking on your nipples.. your arms wrapped all around her, pushing her closer to you bcs this was the one good thing that she’s done… having to bite onto her shirt just to conceal your noises but she didn’t like that! 🫣 she’d push you back, glaring down at you while she abused your pussy harder than ever if that was even possible! ah, but if you think you were done after cumming on her fingers... well, you were dumber than you actually were 🤭

her being even more unforgiving with her cock :(( just completely disregarding your pained cries and your pleads for her to slow down.. feeling the tip of her cock ram into unknown places inside you, her thickness being such a perfect fit in your tight cunt... yujin was completely addicted! she should've been quicker and fucked you way before if your pussy felt this good around her dick 😳😳 she fucks you with a mocking grin, knowing you were completely powerless to do anything against her.. eventually you just laid there, shaking and moaning her name as she uses you...

"you wanna.. ah, fuck... you wanna know how it feels to be bred full, princess?" oh, come on, this is yujin! ofc she doesn't wait for an answer! you couldn't utter a word that wasn't her name and a bunch of nonsense anyway! laying there as yujin dumped every single drop of her cum inside you.. feeling the warm fluid seep inside your walls while yujin stared at you with only filthy obsession in her eyes... you just looked way too pretty under her, you can't blame her for fucking and breeding you that entire afternoon! 💕

[darby-rowe]

imagine being a pretty district 12 girl and peacekeeper!coryo just has to have you, he can’t bear the thought of not being able to have you, so when he sees you at the hob he gets you really drunk and then takes you to the alleyway. and of course you’re a virgin and you keep telling him to stop touching you but it feels so good at the same time, and he just has to have what’s his, or else. he wants to see you squirming as you try to take him, to watch as the tears trickle down your cheeks as you whimper and tell him he’s ‘too big’ and you can’t take it.

- a 🎀

i dont write enough peacekeeper!coryo (mainly bc im not a buzzcut girlie at all GASP) but damn there are so many good ideas for dark fics w him 🤤 and this ask is DELICIOUS

mayhaps i got....... a bit carried away..........

18+ | nsfw | mdni cw fem!reader, NONCON/DUBCON, dead dove do not eat, alcohol consumption, vaginal tearing, blood (coryo has an implied blood kink) tw emetophobia (but not graphic)

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you knew damn well that peacekeepers were forces to be reckoned with, but one night you let your better instincts slip away from you as you drank nearly a quarter of your body weight in moonshine.

and the pretty peacekeeper with the blonde buzz and piercing blue eyes had been eyeing you all night, getting you drink after drink after drink. even after you kept politely declining, he just kept insisting. you already struggled with standing up to authority, and you weren't going to start. especially since you were quickly losing your ability to make judgements.

somehow you made it to an alleyway with your front pressed against the cold, dank wall with the peacekeeper's fingers forcing their way into your panties. you whined as your body pathetically attempted to push him away, but your head was spinning, speech slurred and incoherent.

you whimpered as you felt his middle finger circle your clit, involuntarily rocking your hips into his touch. "nnno," you slurred, not even attempting to hide the moans threatening to escape your throat. "never... never... done this—"

the peacekeeper just chuckled in your ear as he continued to prod his fingers at your swollen clit. "shh, don't worry, little dove," he cooed mockingly. "gonna take this pussy right here and there's nothing you can do about it. fill you up with my cock. fuck, you're soaking wet,"

you were defenseless as the peacekeeper lifted up your dress and pulled down your cotton panties, making you yelp in a mixture of surprise and fear. you tried again to get out of his grasp, but he had the advantage of being sober and way stronger than you. all you could do was whimper softly as the tip of his cock tease your wet folds, making you shudder.

"can't wait to fuck you," he sighed, easing himself into your small, tight hole. you gasped as you were ripped open, raising yourself up on your tiptoes to try to squirm away from the pain. but once again you were trapped in between the peacekeeper and the dank wall.

tears sprang from your eyes and spilled down your cheeks, your cries coming out in weak croaks. it hurt so bad; a perpetual sting that rocked through your entire body. you prayed for something — anything — to come take away this unbearable pain.

"hurts," you choked, nearly gagging on your tears. "please, sir, hurts s'bad. too big. can't take it...!"

the peacekeeper continued to thrust his large cock into your abused cunt. he looked down, watching as blood began to slowly trickle out of your hole and cover the shaft of his cock. the sight only made him harder, the crimson liquid making it easier for him to slide in and out of you.

"perfect district pussy," he growled, unable to tear his eyes away from his blood-soaked cock. "doing so well taking me. covering my cock in your blood. fuck, baby, 'm gonna cum so fuckin' hard,"

it was a perplexing mixture of feelings; the pain of having your walls abused and ripped open colliding with an earth-shattering orgasm. you didn't even notice the peacekeeper shooting his load deep inside you until he pulled out to admire how your blood and his cum dripped out of your cunt.

you heard the sound of him fixing his clothes. and with a final tap to your hip, he left you alone to process the events that just transpired.

as the wave of nausea finally hit you, you hunched over and expelled whatever moonshine was left in your system.

[prodbyton]

leave it on

lee sohee x reader

needy sohee who's too turned on to take off all of your clothes

🎀 cw. smut. 18+ MDNI , dom!reader , sub!sohee , slight dubcon , dry humping , overstimulation, exhibitionism (bit of inappropriate touching in public, a little action in a bathroom) , unprotected sex , creampie , sohee is pussy drunk

⭐️ wc. 3.1k

🎧 surprise. chlöe

you honestly don't know what was wrong with him today. all day he’s been stuck to your hip, not letting you go anywhere if he wasn't right next to you. not like you mind, in fact you love how clingy your boyfriend is, but you two were out in public with friends.

to say sohee was struggling was an understatement. he didn’t think this night would drag out this long, and he was getting impatient. he could only hold back for a little bit longer, and he was heavily considering making up an excuse for you two to leave.

you weren't having it though. it was your friend's birthday, and you were going to have a good time. if you knew sohee was going to act like this all day, you would have just gone over to his place after your plans were over. even with some of his own friends there to occupy his time, he was still only worried about you. his hand lingered on your waist and thighs all night, always having to be touching you in some way. you would swat his hands away if they got too close to your ass or to your core, not in the mood for his shenanigans tonight.

sohee had always been a clingy boyfriend, so needing to touch you at all times was nothing new. but they were different touches now, not the soft loving touches he would give you in public. if no one was paying attention he would squeeze your thigh. when there was heavy conversation with the group, he’d lean over to tell you how much he needed you, and how he couldn’t wait to fuck you when you two go back to his place.

you were feeling hot now, the amount of self control you had left wearing thin as the night settled. as much as you wanted to stay, it was getting hard to ignore sohee. he sits next to you, hand on your thigh and you have your hand on his own. you glance down at his lap, seeing his cock straining in his pants. he shifts, you hand moving further up his leg at the action. you give his thigh a squeeze, and he has to bite his lip to stop himself from letting out a whimper.

“hee baby, you alright?” voice laced with fake innocence, you turn your head to look the boy in the face. his ears turning a deep red, he tries to give you a nod to reassure you that he was fine. the both of you knew that he wasn't though, but you weren’t going to let him know that you knew about his little problem.

“can we go? please? it's been hours already” he’s leaning into you now, whining into your neck while his hand that wasn't on your thigh connects with your hand that was on his thigh. he takes your hand, moving it up to his hard on under the table. you let out a gasp, not expecting him to be so bold in a public space. you would be a little more worried of someone catching onto what was happening if everyone at the table was sober, but you had a few drinks in your system and you the majority of the table were 3 shots away from blacking out. you would blame his neediness on alcohol, but he hadn’t had anything to drink this whole night besides water. seunghan and his girlfriend were basically tongue fucking right next to sohee, so palming your boyfriend through his pants shouldn’t cause a scene.

you apply some more pressure onto his cock, forcing a quiet groan to come out of his mouth. his hand that was on your thigh moved into his lap, grabbing onto your wrist to keep the amount of pressure the same so he could buck his hips into your hand.

“you’re so dirty, sohee. humping my hand at this table in front of our friends? you just can’t wait until you get home huh?” your words turn him on so much, making him feel bad for wanting you. it was almost humiliating the way he would beg for you anywhere at any time, and that he was sitting at a table filled with people begging for you to make him cum.

“n-need you now, y/n…” his eyes are pleading, looking for any sign that you’ll give him some release. but nothing.

“well you’re gonna have to wait. i won't touch you at all if you don't control yourself. go to the bathroom and calm yourself down, you’re drawing attention to yourself.” you take your hands off of him, and you move your attention to everyone else at the table. he was sitting there dumbfounded, not believing that you could leave him high and dry like that.

but you were right, he needed to calm down. sohee felt like he was on fire, and his ears were beet red. he quickly got up from the table and made his way into the family restroom. but instead of going to splash cold water on his face and take a few deep breaths, he went straight to pulling down his pants and boxers. the strain between his legs was beginning to hurt, and he knew there was only one way to get himself to relax.

wrapping his hand around the base, he uses his other hand to lift up his shirt and place it in his mouth to cover up whatever sounds he would try his best to not make. pumping his cock slowly, he collects the precum leaking from the tip and spreads it around so he could jerk himself off more smoothly. this wasn't an ideal situation, and he’s praying that no one has to use the bathroom for the time that he’s in here. he whips out his phone, and goes through his folder of photos of you to help him get close faster. you were just too pretty to him, every pic he looks at has pulses shooting through his cock. he was going to cum soon, body trembling as he moves his hand faster, scrolling through your photos with a shaky hand.

it had been almost 10 minutes, and you were starting to realize that sohee was taking a little bit too long in the bathroom. you just wanted him to take a breather, but you think he might be doing something else. you lie and tell the table that sohee had too much to drink and that you two would be heading out, knowing they were all too drunk to keep track of if the boy really had anything to drink. you walk over to the bathroom and send sohee a text to open the door for you.

you hear the door click, and you quickly walk inside and shut the door. the boy was leaned against the wall, cock in hand. his poor tip was a deep purple now, being deprived of pleasure for so long. his face was red, head thrown back and eyes shut while he strokes himself slowly.

“sohee, look at me” you stand in front of him, reaching out to cup his face in your hand. he opens his eyes, bringing his head down and he moans softly as you look at him. you give him a look that's filled with amusement.

“help me, please, m’so close” he can barely get the words out, and you laugh at how desperate he was. you get down on your knees, hoping that he would cum soon since you didn’t want to be on the bathroom floor for too long. but seeing sohee like this was enough for you to try and push that thought to the back of your mind for a few minutes.

“if you’re gonna cum, hurry up. i can't believe you were so desperate that you had to get yourself off in a public bathroom” you look up at him, keeping a straight face to hide your amusement. you don't even touch him, but just the sight of you in front of him and talking down to him is enough to send him over the edge. he’s letting out a loud whimper as his body stiffens, pumping himself harshly while white ropes of cum shoot from his cock and onto your tits, dripping down onto your shirt. his legs were trembling, and you watch as he comes down.

“dirty boy. you made a mess all over my shirt” you pout, standing back up so you could look sohee in the eye better. you scoop up a bit of cum that was dripping down your chest, placing your finger in your mouth. he’s holding back another moan as he watches you suck your finger clean, before he’s pulling you closer to him by your waist. he brings his other hand to your chest, grabbing at the flesh and bending down to lick at your chest and collecting his own release in his mouth and he whines.

“take off your sweater sohee” you groan into his hair, tugging at the fabric while he continues to lick on your neck and chest. he quickly pulls away from you, ridding himself of his sweater and you take it out of his hands. he’s quick to try and take his shirt off too, but you stop him. “nuh uh, keep that on.”

“wh-what?” he was confused now, thinking you wanted him to get undressed.

“keep your shirt on. we’re going home. since you ruined my top, i'm borrowing your sweater. now fix yourself up, ill meet you in the car.” you give him a cheeky smile and tap him lightly on the cheek before leaving him in the bathroom.

after a silent ride home, you two are back inside of sohees apartment. except you’re ignoring him, and he’s following you around like a sad puppy. he was hard again, and now that you were in his room he could finally have you to himself. if only you would pay him attention though. you lay on his bed in one of his shirts, and just your panties. the attire wasn’t out of the ordinary, usually opting to wearing as little clothing as possible when you were in sohees room. but when he was aching for you, it was hard to be normal about your lack of clothing.

“y/n~” he whines, joining you on his bed and spooning your body. you just give him a small hum, not giving him any attention. you were scrolling through social media when you felt him press onto you. seriously, what made him so needy today? not that you had any complaints, but it made it harder to tease him when it turned you on so much.

he was whimpering behind you, hand gripping your waist while the other was under the shirt you borrowed from his closet. pushing against you again, but a lot harder than the first time. and the action repeated, him rubbing his clothed cock over your ass while groping your body.

“sohee?” you turn your head so you could see a bit of his face, and his eyes were closed while he moaned out loud at hearing your voice. his pace behind you picked up, humping you without paying attention to the words you were saying. sohee shifts you over, laying you on your back and pushing himself between your legs. you sit up, resting on your elbows so you can watch his actions properly.

“you’re so pretty, y/n. needed you all day. wanna cum…want your pussy baby” pressing his cock onto your pussy, and you try to hold back a whine at the feeling.

“you can get yourself off like this, right baby?” hands going to his chest and around the back of his neck. he nods, quickly taking off his pants and pulling his boxers down just enough for his cock to be set free from its confinements. he spreads your legs just a little, so he can have a better view of your panties. he doesn’t move them, but places his cock right on your slit, tip rubbing against your hole. you gasp at the pressure, and he does the same. his hand grips your inner thigh, keeping your legs from closing. his other hand grips the base of his cock, moving his hips so he’s thrusting into his hand.

each thrust has his tip caressing your clit, leaving you breathless while you watch him pleasure himself using your body. every time his hips move forward he would let out a choked moan, precum and your own arousal seeping through the fabric making it smoother for him to drag his cock across.

you don't know if you want to focus your eyes on sohees face or on his cock. both were so red and pretty. his lips were stuck in a pout, bottom lip swollen from how much he was biting the flesh. his eyes were barely open, brows furrowed as he rutted against your pussy. moving your hand down, you pull your panties to the side so you could feel him better. you moan out, clit throbbing with need. sohee groans, seeing you bare and so wet for him.

“pussy so pretty baby, sso pretty” his voice was high, like he was struggling to get the words out. he picks up the pace, and grips his cock harder while he thrusts against you.

“gonna cum for me?” you breathe out, feeling the pleasure building up inside you. you could tell sohee was close, the way he was getting sloppy with his thrusts and squeezing your thigh, he was holding back as much as he could. he gives you a small yes under his breath while his hips start to stutter.

with a few more sloppy thrusts he’s cumming, eyes glued to your core as he rubs his cum all over your folds. the way he was having a hard time keeping himself balanced while he came down turned you on, knowing he’s sensitive. you take a moment to take him in, letting him catch his breath while you sit up on both hands and guiding him to lay down.

you crawl on top of the boy, laying flat on his chest. he wraps a hand around your body, hugging you gently. sohee looks so pretty like this, sweat dripping down his forehead and wetting his hair, swollen lips parted slightly. reaching your hand down between the two of you, moving your panties back to the side before you grab his semi soft cock and slip it between your slit.

sohees hips lift up, surprised by the sudden movement. he was still sensitive, a mix of pain and pleasure ripping through him and he didn’t know if he wanted to pull away or give into it. “can’t- too sensitive”

“but baby, you already got to cum twice… that's not very fair” you coo, sitting up. his hands hold onto your thighs, holding you tightly as you move your hips. he bucks his hips up with a whine, tip prodding at your entrance. “you probably can't even make me cum anyways, you only think about yourself”

you take your hand again, lining him up with your hole before sinking down onto his cock. you hiss at the stretch, not having been prepped for him. you would have made him eat you out and finger you, but you were running out of patience and needed him as soon as possible. he moans out loud, feeling you clench around him was 10x better than his hand.

“n-no!! no, i can. just give me a minute…” the sharp waves of pleasure shooting through his cock were enough to have him already close again, but he knew he had to stop himself from cumming too early.

you ignore him though, lifting yourself where just the tip is inside before sinking back down. you bite your lip, the drag of his cock in your walls had you pulsing around him uncontrollably. grabbing his hand that rested on your thigh, you bring it up so he can rub your clit which forces a loud moan to rip through you.

sohee felt like he was going to faint. already cumming twice tonight, and hadn’t even fully come down from his previous orgasm before this, it was all too much for the boy. you loved him like this though, a whine or whimper escaping his lips every time you sank back down on his cock.

you could tell that he was close again. his chest was rising and falling rapidly, and he was tugging on the shirt you wore like it was grounding him. you were close too, movements being more erratic.

“keep going baby, ‘m gonna cum” you rested your hands on his legs behind you, allowing you to bounce on his cock faster with more support. his fingers on your clit have shockwaves of pleasure buzzing through your body, and with a few more quick circles your vision goes blank as your orgasm hits. you hunch over, your hands going from behind you to in front while you stabilize yourself on sohees chest. you continue to ride him, legs shaking while he keeps his fingers on you.

the way you clench around him has his third orgasm rushing through him, a long drawn out whine coming out of him as he holds you down on him. you moan at the feeling of him filling you up, his cock buried deep inside of you as he pumps the last of his cum into you.

sohees hands wrap around your waist, bringing you to lay on him completely. you bury your face into his neck, leaving soft kisses in the spots you can reach without having to move too much. both of you were slowly catching your breaths, and you turn your neck so you could look at the pretty boy under you. he tilts his head down so he could get a better look at you, and gives you a weak smile.

you trail a few soft kisses down his jaw, and he hums contently while he moves his hands under your shirt to rub small circles on your back. he shifts your body so he could slowly pull out of you, and you let out a sigh over the feeling of emptiness. staying on top of him, you run your fingers into sohees hair and give him a gentle kiss on the lips. you always enjoyed the tender moments after the two of you had sex, no matter how soft or rough you guys went.

feeling the fatigue taking over, you try to not get too comfortable that way you’ll have enough energy to clean up. but sohee wouldn’t let you worry about that right now, continuing his action of rubbing your back and talking into your hair.

“you’re always so good to me. i love you”

“i love you too, sohee”

A/N: needy and whiny sohee has been stuck in my brain for days and those pics be posted on instagram really solidified my need for him 🫣 i hope you guys enjoyed!!

reqs are open!! -> 💋

[konigsblog]

Any room for Step!bro König? 👉👈

tw/cw; stepcest, manipulation, coercion, dubcon, dead dove: do not eat.

stepbro-könig is the definition of manipulation and coercion. it's his duty as your stepbrother to take care of your needs, even the sexual ones. truthfully, he's delusional. not that he isn't aware that he's manipulative, but he believes that there's nothing wrong with him, your stepbrother, taking care of your body...

he's into clothed sex; drying humping and grinding against you almost all day ‘til you finally give in and peel your transparent, wet panting off and allow him to finally take you. he won't stop pestering you until he gets what he wants, and even then, he's greedy and constantly wants to go for hours at a time.

you're so naive to trust him, you should know by now that all he wants is an outlet for his load. the reason it's you is because you're close, you know all of his secrets... you might as well become one of his dirty, depraved secrets. :3 🎀

[cookie-crumblr]

can i request Lucy x M!reader somno?

YES!!! ⛅️🎀🐶🎀✨

MINORS DNI!!!

CW: M!Reader, reader has a penis, reader referred to as he/him, SOMNO, DUBCON, BJ, p in v, fem dom, unprotected sex, praise! baby trapping (basically not really said, if y’all want breeding stuff tho lemme no 🤤✨) creampie

Status: Recently Dating

Sweat damp, furrowing brows worry Lucy as she admires you in your sleep, her own eluding her in the nighttime.

You are stuck in a deep night terror, it’s mostly just simple, yet excruciatingly vivid colors morphing and bursting behind your eyelids and there’s this overwhelming feeling of fear and dread haunting you. You feel sick even in the dream, not that you are aware it even is one.

She entered your apartment again on her own, this time she broke a part of your window to get in, you really should of given her a key by now.

She sits next to you on your bed, her guts guiltily toiling with the want for you she had brought with herself tonight.

“Y/N…?” She whispers. “Y/N?”

She tries not to move too much on the mattress not to wake you, as she readjusts, bringing her head closer to your face, she kisses your cheek first. Softly and deeply, at the same time she inhaled your comforting scent.

You stay asleep.

Lucy smiles so sweetly as she looks you over, you’re so helpless, lying there. she tugs just a little on your collar, lifting your jaw slightly by the back of your neck. Your head rolls to the side, then you mumble, and stop furrowing your brow as she lets go.

She’s petting you, and kissing you all while you remain unconscious, running her featherlight touches down your arms, clawing your scalp lightly, she loves your hushed little moans and gasps. Her lips and teeth graze your skin, teasing you and testing the limit of your slumber.

Her hands find your dick already half hard. Her little pussy quivers in excitement. You want her, even in your sleep!? She couldn’t be happier!

She kisses the tip of your cock, and wraps her lips around it, at first bobbing only over the head. She looks up at you, her mouth around your dick, making sure you’re still asleep, when she slowly lowers her mouth until she’s gagging around your base.

After she can no longer handle it she pulls up shaking her head from side to side as she sucks it, giving you a crazy sensation.

Your brows are peaking at this point, and she hops up over you, the rocking of the bed and shifting of her weight is almost enough to wake you, but you stay asleep until the moment your dick is enveloped fully by her hot, spongey pussy, and with a gasp, you sit up, grabbing her hips.

“hmm!” She hums shocked and excited at the same time. “Sorry Y/N! I just wanted you so badly!! Please let me fuck you!” She’s already rocking her hips over you, eliciting deeper grunts from you, your brows stuck together from the pressure squeezing tightly around your member.

“Lu-Lucy! I just— Wasn’t expecting this…” You don’t deny her, and your hips are moving in time with her rocking and bouncing, your dick wanting to bury itself deeper inside of her on its own.

“Ah!!! mmm! Y/N!! Y/N!!! I love you!!!” She has one hand on her breast and one musing her fiery hair, before she lowers one to your abdomen, it tickles so much at first your belly jumps and you inhale sharply. Your cock throbs and twitches, causing her to cry out, “Oh my gods!!!! Do that again!!” Her voice is deeper and desperate.

“Fuck Lucy! I’m gonna—!!”

“Yes!!! Yes!!!! YES!!! YES!!!” She chants becoming erratic in her movements, you feel her cum around your cock and her insides squeeze and contract trying to milk you, it almost hurts how badly you have to release until, you shoot up into an almost sitting position, and shoot your load deep inside her. Your arms naturally encircle her waist and your face fits perfectly between her breast, for you to catch your breath.

She hugs you back and pets you, “You did such a good job!” She coos excitedly, and squeezes you tighter.

[freeuselandonorris]

any sneak peeks on the fic sequel in ur lando rb tags🫣🫣🫣🫣

go on then anon, a little treat for you beneath the cut (cw references to hypno files, dubcon) 🌸💖🎀🩷🌺

(eta: the lando rb tags for reference)

l4ndo: sooo ive been listenin to a new one

MaxF: ?? MaxF: New one what MaxF: Ohh, your creepy files

l4ndo: lmao the cheek of u l4ndo: like u dont benefit from my creepy files ??

MaxF: Not saying I don’t, am I MaxF: Just saying its objectively creepy 

l4ndo: omg whatev l4ndo: do u want to know what it is or not ??

MaxF: Yes  MaxF: Obviously

l4ndo: well its p intense so i think ill have to listen to it a LOT for it to work l4ndo: babygirlfiles.com/playlist/files/babygirl-freeze.mp3

MaxF: Im not fucking listening to it! What if it sends me weird

l4ndo: melt l4ndo: its a freeze command l4ndo: like…itll paralise me l4ndo: like im unconscious but not l4ndo: so u can do wateva u want l4ndo: and im powerless to resist 

MaxF: Jesus MaxF: You know this is messed up right

l4ndo: yeh its fucked right l4ndo: cant wait to try it out 😇

[mysicklove]

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MINORS, BLANK, AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

I do not take requests! I write for myself and requests stress me out. I do take suggestions and thirsts. Ex: "What about ...." or "What do you think about ....." basically not written in a command form lol.

I always age my characters up!!! In my head to early 20s. BLOCK ME if you don't agree. It's fine if you disagree with my view, but I am not going to argue with you. It's pointless.

Please don't ask when my next fic will be, I do have a life outside of Tumblr.

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For Writing:

Pedophilia, Self-harm, Suicide, Any sort of specific reader (other than female/gn): For example, male! readers, chubby!readers, poc!reader, etc. (I want all crowds of ppl to enjoy my work. if my work is fem!reader I will def tag it.), Scat/Piss/any toilet type kink, Rape/non-con, Feederism, Submissive readers

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[whoreiaki-kakyoin]

Somno is Abbacchio’s guilty pleasure, change my mind. Leone would be thrilled that my apartment has been so hot and I wear less and less to sleep. Nights like tonight where I took a shower, shaved, and put on some nice lotion before getting ready for bed and I’m waiting all soft and pretty and smelling sweet…. He takes that as an invitation. Why would I make myself look so irresistibly pretty and vulnerable if not for him to fill my cute pussy while I doze in and out of consciousness.

[liliesdiary]

🎀 WIP 🎀

hii I'm back from my break !! I've been resting for this new year and now I'm back. I have a couple of requests that I will complete soon. Request more, don't be shy!

this is a list of my wip, I have many more in my drafts that I will post after these four. Comment which fic/daydream would you like to be tagged in/interested in 🎀

Daryl's Bunny

requested by @leatherwingsandcrossbowstrings (daryl's living sex doll request)

cw kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, bunny nickname, injures ankle, doll nickname, pervert!daryl, lonely!daryl, very very gentle with his bunny , light bondage, rope bunny

Daryl finds an injured bunny hopping in the forest, trembling and crying at the pain in her ankle. Daryl takes her in and shelters this pretty bunny and gets attached to her soft lips and sweet voice. He wanted to protect this little doll. He never wants to let his bunny go, instead he holds her hostage and turns her into his little injured bunny into his living doll.

Dad's Perverted Best Friend (Shane Walsh)

requested by anonymous

cw dead dove do not eat , dad's best friend, age gap, legal age gap, pre apocalypse + Rick and Shane are aged up, dubcon, throat fucking, daddy kink, corruption kink, choking,

Dad's perverted best friend won't stop touching your body, pressing his bulge against your ass in those short skirts of yours when you wash the dishes. Loving the fact that he's slowly corrupting you, turning Rick's innocent daughter into his little plaything turned him on so much. He needs to be the one that pops that cherry and he will.

Jackson Rippner's Obsession

inspired by @slut4thebroken glory hole head cannons xoxoxo

cw dead dove do not eat, kidnapping, obsessive stalking, possessive behavior, misogyny, glory hole, sex work, degradation, brutal sex, cnc, dubcon, sex slave, cunt, f reader

Jackson Rippner loved visiting glory holes but had an obsession with you. He loved fucking your tight cunt and paid so much money just to fuck you. He never looked at any of the other girls, he had an obsession with you and only you. He watched as other men fucked you, the way you moaned and whimpered made him possessive and mad. He always fucked you harshly, making you scream and cry but you knew you had to just take it. He loved hearing you scream. He just had to take you away and make you his personal sex slave.

Waking Up Daryl Dixon

consensual somnophilia, season two daryl dixon