#every word i have to reveal about him just makes me want to cry. i tell ppl a bunch of the necessary information and it's a LOT
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sore and satisfied
words: 1k
warnings: 18+ only!!, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex (reader is on birth control), dubcon!!, mentions of baby trapping, kinda pregnancy kink? its more of a control thing, dom!rafe, kinda fluffy at the end??, manipulation, bruises
âno.â you whine, feeling rafes rough hands cup your cheeks as he raises your face up to meet his. âim still sore from last time.â
âbut you felt so good, right?â rafe questions, his lips ghosting over yours, his breath hot against you, making your mouth drop open, expecting the fierce kiss.
âyesâŠâ it did feel good, even through the rough pounding and spankings and rafe gripping you so tightly you still have bruises.
âand ill be much gentler this time, baby.â rafe finally gives you a kiss, and it's like he's trying to convince you of his ability to stay gentle as his lips glide over yours.
âpromise?â you whimper, hands gripping onto rafes shirt as you already start to go weak in the knees.
âof course baby.â rafe grins down at you, and you should have known what that grin meant, but you let him take you upstairs anyways.
his hands are gentle at first, undressing you carefully and praising you, celebrating every inch of your body that gets revealed.
âsuch a pretty pussy.â rafe says, cocking his head to the side as he looks between your thighs. âalready looks ready for me to fuck.â
âneed a little-â you're about to ask for something, for rafe to use his mouth again or rub you with his fingers, anything to open you up more, when rafe stands suddenly.
hes stripped naked before you can even blink, cock hard and jutting from his muscled body.
âi thought you said-â
âi haven't been rough yet, have i?â rafe will fight you to get inside your cunt if he has to, but he prefers you be pliable enough for him until he begins fucking you.
ân-no.â you admit, spreading your legs a little wider. sure, you'd prefer to be a little wetter, but if rafe is taking things slowly and gently you should have enough time to open up.
âexactly.â rafe says, letting out an exasperated sigh. âim gonna fuck you now and i don't want to hear you complaining.â
that's when you know you're really in trouble. rafes nice streak is done as he lays himself over your body, not bothering to hold himself up and dropping his full weight onto you.
ârafe!â you squeal out as his cock pushes against your entrance, hesitating for just a beat before he's pushing into you.
to rafes credit, he holds back somewhat. waits just a moment before he begins his punishing strokes, so hard and fast your head is instantly spinning.
rafes hands grip the same bruises on your hips, deepening them again, turning them into darker spots for everyone to see next time you don a swimsuit.
âmine.â rafe growls out, pressing a harsh kiss to your lips that's all teeth and tongue.Â
you let out a cry when he bites your bottom lip and gives it a tug, but the rush goes straight to your traitorous pussy.
you can feel your wetness growing as he fucks you, your walls becoming slicker and easier to move against.
âthat's it.â rafe praises you. âcan feel how much you like this.â
you want rafe to stop teasing you, it's bad enough he's abusing your pussy, he doesn't need to add to it with his words too, but even as your hands come up to cover face, he continues.
âmy little slut. bet you can cum from just my cock. won't even have to touch your dirty clit to have you gushing around me.â
you know he's right. you can feel your orgasm building despite wanting to beg rafe to slow down, feeling the near painful stretch inside of you and the soreness growing exponentially as he fucks your already hurt pussy.
âsoon you're gonna always be ready for me. ill rip your panties off and you'll already be soaked. and the best part is-â rafe is grunting as he talks, his fantasy expanding as his cock pummels you. âyou won't even mean to. it'll be your bodies response to my body. trying to protect itself, make it easier, cause less pain.â
âand it will be better for both of us then. you just need to adjust to this, baby.â rafes voice moves to an almost sweet tone, so close to comforting if it wasn't for the fact that he's taking you raw as he talks. âthen ill be able to fuck you so easily. and as often as i want without having to worry about your little pussy hurting.â
âokay.â you whisper. you're not sure if you can form any more words, but it's satisfactory enough for rafe as he presses a kiss to your lips.
âgonna cum inside you real soon. gonna fill you up. think you can get pregnant for me baby? swell that little tummy up?â
ârafe.â you pout, a few tears slipping down your cheeks. âstop teasing.â
âaw come on, we both know you're on birth control.â rafe rolls his eyes, but it doesn't stop him from imagining claiming you, showing the world proof of your fucking, proof that you're his and only his.
âbut one day ill get you off of it. if i can't convince you maybe ill just have to switch your pills out for placebos. you won't even know until your tummy starts to swell.â
ârafe!â your tone is harsh, and it doesn't go unpunished as rafes thrusts reach even deeper, so far inside of you that you're squirming to get away only for rafe to hold you down into the bed, the mattress squishing under your combined weight.
âgonna cum right into your cervix since you're being a brat.â you can feel when rafe presses against it, your eyes widening as your high suddenly breaks, wetness gushing around rafes cock just like he knew would happen.
your pussy clamps down on rafes cock, keeping him sucked in as he starts to cum, long spurts releasing into your cunt as rafes moans and curses fill the room, echoed with your quieter whines and gasps.
âhow's your pussy feel now baby?â rafe asks.
âsore.â you pout, which rafe quickly kisses off your face as he pulls out.
âfine, won't fuck you anymore then since you always complain about it hurting.â rafe shrugs, feigning like he's getting out of bed when you grab his hand and pull him back to your side.
âno!â you say quickly before taking a breath and settling in next to rafe. âno, i never said that.â
âexactly.â rafe puts his arms around you, tugging you into his chest, keeping you close to him, right where he wants you always.
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'joyride' 18+
â logan promptober day 1 - motorbike oneshot - logan fucks you on his (scotts) motorbike in the middle of the forest because you can't keep it down inside the mansion. (1.7k words) pairing - logan howlett (x-men timeline) + afab!reader tags - established relationship, reader lives at the x-mansion, pet names + praising (princess, doll, good girl etc), he fucks you on scotts bike, lots of dirty talk, dom!logan and sub!reader, wet mentions, creampie, overstimulation, reader orgasms twice, he covers your mouth to keep you quiet, outdoor sex, a little rough, reader wears a skirt.
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it's dark, the trees and forest surrounding the road only serving to cloak the ground below even further. you can make out his silhouette above you, lit only by the moon high in the sky. he's big, broad, towering over you as his frame moves with each thrust, casting a shadow down upon your body.
he's got you laying on your back on his bike parked at the side of the road. well, scott's bike. logan would clean it before he returned it, or maybe he wouldn't. scott was well acquainted with cleaning up messes.
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you fit perfectly against the seat, your back supported against the fuel tank with your legs draped over either side of him on his thighs. his rough hands had hiked your shirt up over your chest, revealing your breasts that he'd littered with kisses just moments before plunging deep inside of you.
"wore a skirt cus' you knew i was gonna fuck you, huh?" he grins, you can just about make out a flash of white from his teeth in the darkness. you don't want to say yes, too embarrassed to, but he knows that's exactly why you dressed the way you did. "givin' me easy access? how kind of you, doll."
soft little moans are slipping from your lips from the way his cock eases past your panties he's pushed to the side and glides inside of you with little resistance. he fills you so perfectly, your walls have become accustomed to his thick length and crave the way it stretches you out just right.
he's holding you in place, gripping your waist as he picks up the pace. the bike creaks a little with the movement, protesting under the rigorous thrusting. "good girl. . ." he coos with a low grumble, "tell me how it feels, tell me how i'm makin' you feel."
"feels so good," you whimper, it's all you can manage, letting your head fall back against the metal of the handlebars, one hand gripping the side of the bike and the other gripping the front of logan's white tank to keep yourself steady.
he could listen to you all day, he's drowning in the noises you make, his heightened hearing serving him well - the quiet mewls, the wet sounds from your dripping pussy, the way your breath hitches in your throat. logan drinks it all up, his mouth watering, he can't get enough.
"bet you were gettin' wet the whole way here," he grumbles through each thrust, "bet you left a real pretty wet patch on the seat, didn't ya?" there's a clear smirk in his voice as he continues, "mmh, n' now you're takin' my cock like you were made for it. takin' it so fuckin' well, look at that. . ."
his eyes drift downwards to watch the way his length disappears inside your pretty pink pussy, he exhales shakily at the sight of you sucking him in. he pulls out, almost all the way but not quite, seeing how your slick glistens on his dick in the moonlight. his eyes flutter shut as he slams back in, biting his lip as you instinctively clench around him at the harsh movement.
you cry out and it echoes into the forest, thighs tensing as his dick curves inside of you, threatening to hit that spot that makes you go fucking crazy. the sound you make spurs him on, encourages him, a low rumbling laugh escaping him as he fucks into you with renewed vigour.
"takin' it like a good girl," he praises you, rubbing his thumbs across the exposed skin on your waist as he watches your chest bounce with every slam of his cock, "but you gotta be quiet, yeah? they'll be able to hear you back at the mansion with those moans, am i makin' you feel that good?"
you can't help but nod, whimpering softly in an effort to suppress the noises he's pulling from you. logan always knew exactly how to fuck you, how to make you sing out, how to find that perfect angle as he pounds you relentlessly.
he hadn't even needed to knock on your door to invite you out that night, you were already watching him wistfully from your bedroom window as he approached the bike. logan caught your eye and smirked as he jerked his head, signalling for you to come with. and come you did.
"fuck, i'm gonna cum!" you frantically scream, gasping suddenly as you feel the pleasure coil in your gut. it's coming in slow-rising waves, each brush of his cock against your sensitive, spongy g-spot threatening to tip you over the edge.
his hand is over your mouth, muffling your moans as he picks up the pace, his other arm wraps around your thigh, helping his angle and allowing him to push deeper. the bike is really rocking now. brows twitching, he knows he's close too. he often can't help but cum from all the beautiful sounds you make when you're close, and it doesn't help - the way your pussy so desperately clenches around him. you're practically begging him to cum deep inside of you.
"shhhh," he shakes his head, grinning down at you, "that's it. . . that's it, cum for me pretty girl. cum for me nice and quiet, right here, right now, on this bike. cum for me cus' i'm askin' you to, tellin' you to."
his words do nothing to calm the rising tide within you, they spur your orgasm on further. between his filthy, dirty laced demands and his cock plunging deep into your aching walls, you feel yourself coming apart at the seams.
you're screaming beneath his palm as you feel the edge near, and before you know it you're tumbling over it with a loud moan, eyes rolling back. "fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck me - fuck me logan!" is what he'd hear if he moved his hand from your mouth, but his calloused hand stays roughly planted over your lips as you cum. loud. hard.
"oh fuck, shit-" he curses under his breath, feeling your walls flutter around him as you arch your back off the fuel tank, "cum around my cock, that's it, atta' girl."
it's almost too much, the praise, the dirty talk, the way he's making light work of you with his throbbing length. he makes you see stars every time, your eyes rolling back to see the actual stars above you both, the woods filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin as he shows no signs of slowing down.
you're struggling to keep your eyes open, feeling the orgasm wash over your whole body, a warmth spreading from your groin. it feels so good, and he can tell. he can see it in your eyes as he watches them flutter.
"you're gonna make me cum," logan pants softly into the cool night air, "gonna cum inside that pussy, you want that? hm? want me to fuckin' paint your walls with my cum? gonna be spillin' out the whole ride home."
holy fuck his words. you feel a second orgasm approaching, chasing the end of the first.
he's moaning, grunting as he pumps into you. his thick veins throb against your walls as he feels himself cum, white hot ropes spilling into your begging cunt. his mouth falls open, gasping as your pussy drinks it all up through your second orgasm, taking every last drop just like he knew you would, just as you do every time he takes you out here to fuck you.
logan catches his breath, hunched over you as he sits up, moving a hand to your waist to keep you steady as his other hand runs through his hair. hand slipping from your mouth, he lets it trail down your chest, along your tummy, to rest over your mound. his thumb spreads apart your wet folds before diving in to find your clit.
you gasp, clearly overstimulated from both orgasms. your legs twitch, your whole body shaking slightly as he plays with you. he can't help but smirk at the reaction he can illicit from you just from a few little strokes.
"sensitive," he mutters, thumb dancing across your sensitive bud, "you were such a good girl for me, i gotta train you to be quieter though." logan tilts his head, watching as you squirm beneath him, "can't keep taking you out here just to fuck you, you gotta learn to behave n' keep it down so i can fuck you at the mansion too."
whining, your hand snakes down to join his over your clit, urging him to go slower, and he does.
"though," his smirk widens, "you do look too good like this, spread out for me on this bike, messy and drippin' with my cum." eyes trailing down your body, he admires each and every inch of you. "think i'll keep fuckin' you on it even after you learn to be quiet, i'd have you anywhere. . ."
he leans down, kissing along the valley of your chest, "in my bed. . ." he continues, kissing down along your tummy, "in your bed," he sits up, "in the garden. . ." his thumb on your clit speeds up, causing you to gasp, "anywhere i can have you. i will."
you whimper and he hushes you, "you like the sound of that, princess?" logan nods, "want me to take care of you everywhere? fuck you so hard in that bed of yours where you sit and think about me?"
your cheeks flush a deep red, squirming on the cool metal of the bike. the night air nips at your heated skin.
"thought so," he grins and pulls his hand away from your clit which earns a pathetic whine from you, bringing his thumb to his mouth to lick your sweet, sticky wetness from it.
you watch him with an almost hypnotised look through hooded lids. but he grins, this wasn't over. he wasn't done with you yet.
"let's go home and test just how quiet you can be, hm?"
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Alastor with a breeding Kink
A/n: lets goooooo....not sure how I feel about this though.
Warnings: Ruts, breeding kink, p in v, marking,knotting, mating, marking/biting, scent marking.
If it was one thing that Alastor hated was the seasonal rut's he's go through. They were fine at first, he wouldn't say he was hit by the need to just fuck. Sure he had the occasional outbursts of anger, he might slaughter a few useless imps but it was nothing to sever.
That was until you came along, the demon could not pin point the moment he felt attraction to you but it must have happened at some point since he locked himself up in his room refusing to see anyone. It was strange, his palms were sweaty, his pulse racing but the only thing he could think about is fucking you, to breed you.
That same mantra kept chanting in his head over and over. 'Mine,mine,mine.' He needed you, he needed to mark you and show everyone that you were his.
Hearing a knock on door, Alastor took a deep to compose himself but of course all composure was the moment his eyes landed on you. His name spilled from your lips, voice strained as he looked at you.
"What can I do for you my dear."
Biting your lip, you slipped into the room making sure to close the door behind you. "I want you to fuck me."
"Pardon?"
Sighing, you shook your head watching him closely, you cod see the sweat running down his brow. "I know you are going through your heat and I want to help you."
Running his tongue over his lip, the demon took a step towards.His hand grasping your chin as his gaze bore into yours. "You do know what you are asking, correct?"
"I do." Placing your hand on his chest you looked up at him through a heated gaze. "Let me make you feel better Alastor."
Alastor's eyes darkened with desire as he heard your request. His possessive instincts surged to the forefront a predatory grin curling his lips.
"I will claim you as mine completely." He growled as he brought you to his chest. Bending down Alastor then captures your lips in a passionate kiss as he placed you on his bed. His clothed shaft pressing into your inner thigh. His fangs sinking into your bottom lip as his nails clawed at your clothes. The demon eager to free you both and soon you were both naked. His ears flat on his head as he drank in your form. You were so cute, so beautiful and you were all his.
Alastor was holding back, holding back his true form. He couldn't do that to you, not yet but soon, soon you'll be ready.
His ears, ever sensitive, flattened on his head, twitching when you ran your fingers over the tip. His cock hard, brushing your slick entrance. "Look how well you take me." He whispered into your neck as he slowly thrusted into your warmth. He savored the feeling of your tight warmth wrapping around his cock.
As Alastor moved with a steady rhythm, his hands grasped your hips, holding you tightly against him. He could feel your nails digging into his back, your legs wrapping around his waist, urging him to go deeper, to claim you fully. With each thrust of his cock, you shuddered feeling him fill you completely, stretching you to your limits.
Alastor could feel the base of his cock swell, a knot forming that the base of his shaft locking you together making sure he will remain in inside of you until you were both satisfied.The pleasure intensifying, the symphony of pleasure that had you moaning and writhing beneath him.
Seeing you wither beneath him, his eyes darken with desire as he hears you cry out his name. His lips curl into a wicked smile, revealing a hint of his sharp teeth. He leans in close, his voice husky and filled with anticipation.
"I'll knot you and make sure that every inch of me stays inside you," he murmurs, nearly losing the static.His thrusts become more urgent, he had to force the urge to let his full form show. His horns nearly pushing through his hair as his ears twitched.
"Tell me you're mine," he growls, his voice possessive. "Tell me you belong to me"
His words send a shiver down your spine, and you meet his intense gaze with equal fervor.
"I'm yours, Alastor," you gasp, your voice filled with need. "I belong to you and only you."
Waves of pleasure wash over both of you as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.He could feel your walls tightening around him. Time felt like it stood still as he filled you completely, his cum coating your walls. Alastor's teeth sinking deep into your neck, his nails clutching your hips marking you. The sensation of being stretched and claimed by him overwhelmed your senses as he held you close. Your walls clamping tight around his cock his body trembled with pleasure.
A deep, guttural growl, he continued to spilled his seed inside you, his knot ensuring that every drop of his essence would remain within you.
In that moment, you knew without a doubt that you were his and he was yours. A bond, together in body and soul, it was in that moment that Alastor realized he truly loved you. Even if he was in hell, he had his own little piece of heaven here in his arms.
Leaning in, his tongue dragged across the mark on your neck. Your leg draped over his hips, ears flattened on his head. "Mine."
An airy laugh escaped your lips as you let your fingers play with his ears. "Yours, always yours."
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â.Ë áĄŁđ© â â skz and the reason you aren't together !
âș đč . genre: angst
âș đč . a/n: i loveee me some angst so i hope you'll enjoy! <3 seungmin's part is slightly longer because i wrote it for my beloved keisy @starlostseungmin <3
đà§Â chan đৠ- he chose work over pursuing his feelings for you.
He knows how you feel about him, and you know how he feels about you. Things couldnât be simpler.
But in reality, things were more complicated than ever. Yes, Chan did in fact confess, but with the same breath he also told you this could never go any further.
You were devastated, confused and sad, not understanding what was going on through that bright mind of his.
You liked each other, you both wanted this â so, what was the issue?
It wasnât you, it could never be. It was him, as always.
He was too busy, his job too demanding to leave any room for you and the precious feelings youâve developed for him.
Chan felt like he didnât deserve your love, because he could never be there for you in the way you needed a boyfriend to be.
He could never be there every morning when you woke up, kiss you goodbye each time you left the house or greet you with a big hug when you returned. He just couldnât, too caught up in work to even notice the hours tick by.
You didnât deserve an absent lover, one that could not put you first.
No matter how much he cared, how much his whole being longed for you, his job would always be his main priority. Then, his seven brothers. While you, would end up being third on his list.
It pained him to admit it, and even more so admit it to you but since he respected you so much, you deserved nothing but the truth.
This information crushed you, every word that left his mouth a stone that contributed to the mountain you were quickly getting buried under.
âBut I love you.â
He shook his head, brown curls getting into glossy eyes. âI love you too, but we â I, canât.â
At the end, just as you were preparing to depart his studio, he stood up. Without thinking, you hugged tightly, aware this would be the last time before things would change forever.
âPlease donât be sad because of me.â
How could you not? How did he expect you to not mourn the beautiful relationship you could have had, if only he wasnât so against it?
If only he would have chosen you.
đà§Â minho đৠ- because he broke up with you.
Yeah, pro idol Minho ended your relationship on a random Thursday night, taking everyone but most importantly you, by complete surprise.
âLetâs break up.â
You canât believe your ears, especially since youâre in his house, eating the food he just prepared for the both of you, in his kitchen while wearing one of his shirts.
Nothing was amiss, nothing even prompted it. Things have been going great in your relationship â there was no recent argument or disagreement that could explain his sudden decision.
Blames it on his work and his hectic schedule, trying to appear as detached and unaffected as he possibly could. But you know better; you see it all.
The way his fist clenches over the dish rag, how his eyes wonât meet yours even for a split second. This isnât something he wants to do, not in the slightest. Yet, here he is, breaking both of your hearts for a reason he doesnât even bother revealing.
It stings in the worst way possible, even more so when you stand up to hug him and he just puts a hand up, stopping you in your tracks.
âPlease, Y/n. Donât make this harder for me.â
Tears well up in your eyes and thatâs when he looks away, slumping against the counter as a sniff reaches his ears. Heâs gripping the wood with such force youâre afraid it might actually snap.
âWhy are you doing this? Whatâs going on?â
But Minho doesnât respond, not even as you start crying and begging him to talk to you, to tear down the wall he suddenly plopped right between you two in your relationship.
Heâs so close, mere inches away, but his heart that belonged to you, that always responded to yours, is suddenly grabbed harshly out of your hands and shipped away to an unknown destination.
âMinho.â You sniff, not hiding your tears or the pain thatâs slowly ripping your heart to pieces and letting them fall all the way down to your stomach, trying to escape from the torture. Because even the idea of not having him in your life was pure torture.
âI think you should go.â
He walks past you, head hung low as he throws the dish rag on the table without saying anything else, putting an end to the conversation. An end to your relationship. Throwing it all away like the time spent together meant absolutely nothing to him.
Like it was the easiest thing in the world.
But it wasnât, not like heâd ever let see you the way he broke down as you slammed the front door shut, walking out of his life for good. Even if you didnât agree, it was better this way.
Your life was better, and happier, without him in it. Thatâs what he kept murmuring to himself as he slid to the ground, against his bedroom door, crying while clutching his chest, afraid his heart might stop beating.
It was all for the better.
đà§Â changbin đৠ- is already in a relationship.
The most stupid thing you can ever do in this lifetime is fall in love with someone whoâs already in love with another.
Not only is he in love, heâs also in relationship thatâs been going on for three beautiful years.
The thing is, you havenât always had feelings for Changbin.
It was weird, really. For the longest time now, he was just your bubbly co-worker who laughed so loud the whole department could hear him. The mood maker of the company.
It happened on the annual Christmas party, where you drunk a little too much as you were nursing a broken heart after your ex dumped you out of the blue.
The whole world was spinning but you were happy â happier than youâve been in months.
Noticing you could barely stand, Changbin ever the gentleman, offered to drive you home.
You complained and complained but after some more convincing from him, Changbin managed to coax you onto the passenger seat of his sports car.
You were silent the whole ride but as he parked on your driveway, he gasped, worriedly grasping your hands and exclaiming about the tears on your cheeks. You didnât even notice you were crying.
But thatâs when the dam broke and it all came to the surface, tears flowing freely down your face and neck as you sobbed, telling Changbin everything from beginning to end.
And he listened, holding your hands and nodding when appropriate, offering you the occasional sip of water or a tissue to wipe your face, not interrupting once.
His heart broke for you, unaware his mere presence was already working on mending yours.
The next morning, you almost didnât show up to work as you remembered everything, how you made a fool out of yourself in front of everyone but especially Changbin. But something pushed you to do so.
As you arrived, a care basket was on your desk, accompanied by a little note with a crooked smiley face and then, he appeared, doing the exact same expression.
And you laughed, wholeheartedly. And you continued to do so as you began taking your lunch breaks together, working side by side and even taking turns on driving the other home.
Falling for him was inevitable, but you didnât mind, all warm and fuzzy on the inside as the heart your ex broke was anew.
That is, until you met her. You and Changbin became so close that he couldnât help but want to introduce you to his other half, the woman who loved him unconditionally that knew a little too much about you.
And just like that, your heart shattered once again, the pieces so tiny they were easily blown away in the wind, leaving behind a big whole were all of your love once resided. How could you be so stupid to believe someone could ever love you again?
đà§Â hyunjin đৠ- you found out he was in love with someone else.
Plain and simple, as heartbreaking as it sounds.
Let me paint this picture: you two are best friends, each otherâs safe places. You always talk about everything and anything with one another, feeling comfortable to share even your darkest secrets.
Because of that, you genuinely thought he might even reciprocate your feelings at some point.
But one day, as youâre both hanging out at your house, watching a movie, all of the hope and daydreams you held in your heart for a happy ending with him just get crushed.
He suddenly dumps this new information on you while heâs casually munching on some popcorn, watching the couple on the screen confess their love for each other like your heart didnât just stop beating.
Youâre so taken aback that you stop breathing for a moment, looking at him with wide eyes.
For some strange reason, Hyunjin doesnât meet your gaze even as it goes silent between you two and your eyes keep burning holes into the side of his head.
Only when you finally tear your gaze away, eyes glossy as you try to murmur encouraging words does he finally turn to you.
His breath hitches in his throat at the sight but other than that, he doesnât comment on it.
The whole ordeal feels like a slap in the face, hurting more than any physical injury youâve ever sustained but, itâs not like you could blame anyone but yourself for it. Youâve missed your chance and now, Hyunjin was going to be in a happy relationship with someone else.
So, as expected from any best friend put in that situation, you say through gritted teeth.
âYou should confess.â
Hyunjin searches your face for any sign of discomfort and finds many â but, as expected, doesnât say anything, just looks away and nods slowly. Like he just canât maintain eye contact for more than five seconds at a time.
And thatâs the end of it. The whole vibe changes, now uncomfortable and cold and itâs clear that neither of you is paying any attention to the movie anymore.
But he still remains till the end, and when the credits start rolling, you stand up first and bid him goodnight without your usual warm smile or departing embrace before sprinting up the stairs to your room.
His heart squeezes painfully in his chest as your door slams shut, the tears in your eyes bringing him unexplainable sorrow.
And as he leaves your apartment that night, down in the dumps, you know things between you have changed forever.
Because thatâs the last time you and Hyunjin talk.
đà§Â jisung đৠ- he hasnât confessed yet.
Jisung has liked you for a while now but for some reason, every time he wanted to take that leap of faith and finally confess, something always came up.
You were interrupted, plans had to be cancelled or you were simply too busy to even talk to each other.
It was driving him insane, especially when heâd spot you at an event surrounded by people he felt he couldnât push through, missing his chance at your attention every time.
He felt forced to watch you from the sidelines, a background character in your life that would never get his moment to shine.
You were friends, but he often felt he cared about you more than you cared about him and it was tearing him apart.
Each time you smiled or laughed at one of his jokes, everything around him disappeared as time seemed to come to a stop, making you look even more beautiful. Which was a hard thing to do since you were already perfect in his eyes.
His insecurities and crippling fear of rejection were literally ruining his life, preventing him from experiencing the love story heâs been yearning for.
Jisung was good at hiding his feelings from you, but sometimes, he slipped up.
Like that time, he held your waist for a little too long, or guided your hands over the piano keys like it was the most natural thing in the world. Those moments when he wasnât overly conscious, when he got lost in the moment, were your favorite.
You see, in his mission to prevent you from discovering how insanely in love he was with you, Jisung managed to make you believe the opposite. That he hated you. Okay, maybe not hate, just strongly dislike.
Always avoiding being left alone with you, barely meeting your eyes or pulling away when you got a little too close. He seemed repulsed, and it hurt you.
Where you really that unpleasant in his eyes?
He was nice and bubbly around everyone else, no matter the gender. Why couldnât he be the same Jisung whose smile made your heart skip several beats around you, too?
This went on for a long while, which solidified the idea he hated you in your head, until you couldnât take it anymore.
One day, Jisung almost walked in on you and FelixâŠhugging on the practice room floor? His heart dropped, brows furrowing in confusion. Felix knew how he felt about you, he would never disregard that, right?
Everything clicked when he heard your muffled sobs and pained voice.
âI give up, Felix.â You said, hiding your face in his chest as a loud sob escaped you. âJisung hates me, itâs official! I tried so, so hard but it was no use.â Felix murmured something back, deep voice uncharacteristically soft as he comforted you, caressing your back.
Jisung couldnât hear what he said though, eyes filling with tears as the only thing resonating in his ears was the pounding of his own heart. You thoughtâŠhe hated you?
đà§Â felix đৠ- because your relationship is tooâŠcomplicated at the moment.
Complicated didnât even begin to describe your relationship with the ray of sunshine.
He was your ex that somehow slithered his way back into your life again, only this time, as a friend. Not even, just an acquaintance that knew too many of your secrets and biggest aspirations.
There was no denying the feelings you still harbored for him, the flame flickering in your heart each time he was around; each time he spoke, he smiled, he laughed or even as much as looked at you, your heart thumped so loudly in your chest you were afraid he was able to hear it.
It was embarrassing, especially since he didnât seem as affected.
Your relationship ended on a sour note â arguing, screaming, crying, the whole package.
Yet a few months later, when you happened to be at the same party, Felix accompanied by a friend walked up to you like nothing even happened, greeting you brightly.
It was horrible, and you almost cried right there and then, missing the way his doe eyes took in all of the little details that changed about you ever since you broke up, desperately committing them to memory.
Like he never wanted to forget, because he didnât. Felix never wanted to forget about you, even if you didnât love him anymore.
And so, this happened a few more times until the inevitable took place.
You kissed. And never spoke about it.
And then you kissed again, and again, until he was coming over to your house in the middle of the night to do more than kiss.
It messed with your head, the way he was looking at you â like you hung the stars on the night sky for him and him alone. Like he loved you and wasnât breaking your heart each time those plush lips kissed every inch of your skin, worshipping every part of your body.
âWhy do you keep coming back?â Youâd whisper one night, resting your head on his naked chest as the moon bare witness to your unspoken feelings.
âYou keep calling.â
âAnd when Iâll stop,â you move to look at him, face mere inches away from his, hands supporting your weight on his chest, âwill you still come?â
He hesitates, staring straight into your eyes. âMost likely, yeah.â
âWhy?â
âI donât know.â
YeahâŠcomplicated.
đà§Â seungmin đৠ- because he is your best friend.
For most, the transition from best friends to lovers was as natural as breathing, something inevitable that was bound to happen one way or the other. Not for Seungmin.
He didnât even allow his mind to go down that road, to think about being more than friends with you, one of the people he held the closest to his heart.
Not because he didnât have romantic feelings for you, but because he was afraid.
Yes, he was afraid that once that line was crossed, the one that kept you firmly in place in the beautiful friendship that only blossomed and became very special over the years, it would all disappear.
Things would change and shift, which would bring forth your downfall.
In his eyes, the risk of fighting and breaking up was too big for him to even consider taking your relationship to the next level. He didnât want to lose you, never.
But what he failed to take into account was that you would not stay single forever.
Thatâs why, the moment you skipped over to him and squealed about having a date, his heart almost stopped beating.
His world was spinning, like an earthquake started in his head which was quickly crumbling down every single wall and boundary, and rational decision he ever made over the years.
âYouâŠhave a date?â He gulped, ignoring the alarms going off in his head that were deafening him. âWith who?â
âThis guy from work.â You shrugged, excitement dimming as your gaze met his, serious. âHe isnât the one I like, but I guess it will have to do for now.â
Seungmin wasnât stupid but his heart understood your allusion before his mind did, thumping loudly and stealing his breath away.
You were talking about him. You were going out with another guy but were thinking about him â he was the one you liked!
Still, he didnât vocalize a response, choosing to nod and pat you on the back gently, staring at anything else other than the disappointment that overwhelmed your whole frame, making you appear oh so small.
The day of your date arrived sooner than heâd like, and Seungmin was miserable, especially since you texted him the location âjust in caseâ.
Usually, he was more than happy to know where you were, safe and sound, but this time he would have preferred you didnât let him know you were with another guy at the restaurant you frequented together.
Hours passed, and night was making its presence known, but still no sign from you. Was he worried? No. Because for once, you staying out meant the date was a success and you were having the time of your life with this guy that wasnât him.
Thatâs until, a mere half an hour later, loud knocking had him off the couch in a second, opening the door to find you frowning, and with tears in your eyes. Opening his mouth to speak, shocked, thinking something had happened on the date, your finger hitting his chest stopped him.
âWhy didnât you come?â You sniffed. âI thought going out with someone else would finally prompt you to admit that what we have is more than a simple friendship! Do you hate me that much?â
He was speechless, grabbing you by the elbows as you barged in, tears streaming down your face.
âAnswer me, Kim Seungmin!â Well, he was fucked.
đà§Â jeongin đৠ- isnât sure what he feels for you yet.
Or better yet, his commitment issues prevented him from admitting to any feelings he might have.
See, you werenât just friends. You were a little more than that, spending most of your free time together going to cute cafes and what would be considered dates, acting all lovey dovey.
That is, when you werenât spending the weekend bound to his bed. That wasnât fair, sometimes he was the one tied up. A very mutual arrangement.
Jeongin managed to drag you into a situationship you were now too deep into to break off, having developed actual feelings.
But each time you tried to speak to him about said feelings, heâd close off quicker than a frightened snail, impossible to reach.
After each one of these occasions, he wouldnât contact you for days on end, sometimes even weeks, leaving you wondering if heâd ever come back.
He always did, he couldnât stay away from you no matter how much he tried.
Even if he messed with other people in that time, heâd still make his way back to you, smiling like nothing even happened and ready to give you all of his attention and affection again.
It was exhausting, and very, very painful.
But you still welcomed him back with open arms, too happy to see him to even care that each time he appeared in your life again, you were not the same.
Every time he disappeared and you didnât say anything, a piece of your heart was ripped off harshly, stomped on and then thrown in the trash, devoid of any color or life. Like an old toy, forgotten in favor of a new, shiny one.
But Jeongin didnât care. Itâs not like he could be bothered to pick up your scattered pieces â they didnât interest him, you did.
Not like he ever noticed the light in your eyes dimming each time he stormed back into your life after pretending you didnât exist for weeks.
To be honest, you donât think youâll ever be together.
Not now, or in the future.
No matter how much you hated to admit it, the facts were neatly laid out before you â Jeonging didnât care about you at all, no matter how sweet, loving or good you were to him.
He thought you couldnât notice, that your love for him was too blinding for you to see anything else other than him.
But you did. And he also did when one day, for the first time since he met you, as he stumbled out of a bar, giddy and tipsy with his phone to his ear ready to hear your sweet voice, his call didnât go through.
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hello there! 21, but going on anon. could i request a pregnant reader who is feeling incredibly insecure about her body. after an instance where a woman openly flirts and asks miguel out in front of her, she breaks down crying. miguel reassures her and they start having the craziest, wildest, hottest sex imaginable
GROWING PAINS
â đ Miguel OâHara x Fem! Reader â
â summary: pregnancy is a challenge, not for the morning sickness or having the urge to pee every other step but for the outside challenges that create tension.
â content warning: mentions of morning sickness (if you have emetophobia, skip the first five paragraphs), degenerate home-wrecker, comfort, pregnancy sex, and p-in-v penetration.
â word count: +2.1k words
â (a/n): let me get a crack at it đ I had fun working on this đđȘ» (if there are errors I missed, please let me know!)
MATURE CONTENT MDNI | MINORS WHO INTERACT WILL BE BLOCKED
The nausea of the day came in like waves during a full moon at the beach. The smell of toilet water and bleach greeted your nose while kneeling in front of the toilet before you. Dry heaving became a regular habit as the smell of toilet water didnât contribute to the nauseating sensation.
âAre we okay, cariño?â His voice sent chills down your spine as you rested your head on the toilet seat. âNoâŠâ You whined, sounding like a child who had their toy taken away. âCâmon, don't rest your head right thereâŠâ Miguel cooes to you.
A low groan escapes your throat as you wait in anticipation to throw up, already wanting the feeling to pass by. âDo you want some tea? It'll help with the morning sickness.â He suggests to you before kneeling next to you and rubbing your lower back slowly.
âYeahâŠâ You groaned out before your body lurched another heave out of you.
âItâs okayâŠâ He whispers quietly and holds your hair back. âLet it out if you need to.â He blows air to your face, cooling you down from the warm sensation you feel all over your body. But the salvation in your mouth still lingered.
âThanksâŠâ
/
âMiguel!â You called out to him from the bathroom, looking down at your swelling belly. âYes, cariño?â He steps into view, returning from his morning workout. A soft kiss on the forehead gives you small butterflies in your stomach before you remember why you called him in.
âCan you please get more coconut butter at the store? I need some more for the stretch marks.â You raised (his) your hoodie to reveal the glistening stretch marks and slightly swelling belly.
âHmm, did we run out already?â He makes his way over before he ruffles your hair and looks through the medicine cabinet. âCould have sworn we had some.â He mumbles before his palm rests on your belly, allowing his thumb to caress the marks.
âNo, we ran out.â You add, getting on your tiptoes to peek at the medicine cabinet for the umpteenth time.
He nods after his eyes mindlessly scan the pill bottles, toiletries, and some of your make-up items. He clicks his tongue and moves his palm away from your belly. âYeah, I'll get you some more, cariño. Let me jump in the shower first and then go to the store. I don't need to smell like sweat.â
The comment made you pout. The post-workout smell always lured you in, like catnip. You could cling near him and bask in his smell if you wanted to.
âDo you want to join me?â You nod eagerly, taking off the hoodie and tossing it at him.
/
âDo you want to go to the bathroom, sweetheart?â This is the same umpteenth question he asked you while you walked around your local mall down. âNo, I'm fine.â He lightly squeezes your hand and gives you the look. The âyou better goâ look, as Miguel always fell victim to making frequent stops in gas stations or stores to satisfy your bladder whenever the two of you drove around.
âJust go, babyâŠâ Miguel sighs, patting your lower back before he playfully spanks your rear.
You huff before you shuffle into the public restroom while resting your hand on your swelling tummy.
The sight was always amusing for Miguel; it was adorableâthe sundress, the comfy sandals, and your hair neatly done. But the adorable sight was interrupted almost immediately. Two hands grasp his arm with such a grip that it can make anyoneâs muscle ache from under the skin, even enough to bruise the muscle. Miguel shrugs it off and looks over to the source. âArenât you handsome?â The voice coaxed him before her hands squeezed his bicep. He shrugs his arm away and looks over to the bathrooms instead.
âIâm married.â Miguelâs statement lingered in the air before she looked at his arm and took in the sight of him like he was a tall glass of water.
âSo am I.â She giggles before she looks up at Miguel with doe eyes. The discomfort arose in his stomach as if he had had a terrible dinner waiting to be released.
âWhereâs your husband then?â He questions, hearing the fear in his voice. He shrugs her hand away from his arm again and waits at the bathroom in anticipation for his little wife, you, to return. But the yapping woman continued to speak, not getting any social signals that Miguel wasn't interested.
âHeâs atââ Her words cut off before her features go ghost white, enough to mistake her for a blank piece of printer paper waiting to be scribbled on with a permanent marker.
âMiguel.â
A smile of relief paints his features as he walks over to you and gently takes your hand. Your attention is on the woman, seeing her twirl her hair with her fingers. She only giggles and immediately stops when she sees your swelling belly underneath your sundress. âOh honey, I bet you can't satisfy your husband while you look like you're about to pass out.â She continues to yap, not caring about the looks of disgust from other women around the area. âCariño, letâs go.â Miguel urges, not comfortable with the woman now harassing you and, arguably, your unborn child.
âMarried men are allowed to cheat on their pregnant wivesâŠâ
You open your mouth, only to get tugged away from her by your husband, who does not want you to make a scene in such a public environment.
âNot interested. I love my wife dearly.â He steps in, lightly tugging you away from the uncomfortable space.
But hearing the words wasn't enough. For the past few weeks, you've been down on the stoops. Despite being your second trimester, the morning sickness faded away but lingered like a bugâthe stretch marks on your belly, the constant bathroom stops, and the aching feet.
The weight of a burden rested on your shoulders like you were carrying pails of water up a mountain with your heart. It pulled you down into the earthâs core.
âCâmon, babyâŠâ He pleads once again, gently tugging you away from the degenerate woman.
/
The car ride back home from the mall felt like the most uncomfortable situation for Miguel. Sure, it wasn't his fault, but it damn well felt like it was when this woman threw herself at him, having no good intentions.
Despite him pushing her away with his words, she relented nonstop, picking and picking at Miguel like a vet ticking fleas away from a stray cat.
He glanced at you, but you turned away from him while sitting on the passenger side, looking only at the window. He occasionally squeezed your thigh while trying to engage in a conversation. But it always ended immediately with your simple one-word answers.
/
Your portions were smaller during dinner. A small scoopful of your dinner was âenoughâ for you.
âCariño,â His voice breaks the silence on the dining room table while you move a small broccoli around with your fork. âIs that all youâre going to eat?â
âYeah, Iâm okay with this.â
He frowns at the meek portions. This was your favorite dinner throughout your pregnancy. Now? You eat as if it were the thing you despised the most.
âCariño, can we talk about what happened?â
âNo, no, we don't.â You intervene, stopping his words.
He furrows his brows, and the subtle pout on his lips says that he isn't going to let this go. ââŠyes, we do.â He steps in, gently taking your hand in his.
âCariño, honey.â His eyes soften, allowing his thumb to massage your knuckles in small circles.
âI am sorryââ
You shake your head, looking up from your plate. âNo, don't apologize. Itâs not even your fault.â You put his words to an end before you slide your hand away from his. âI feelâŠâ
You sit back in your seat and put your hands up in defeat, feeling tears form. âI don't know.â
Nothing came to mind. Your brain was murky like muddy water on the side of the road. âI feel bloated and unappealing and pent up.â You expressed many words, but none nailed the coffin of feelings that were forming in your heart. His palm finds its way to your cheek and lovingly cups it while wiping away your tears.
âHey,â His mellow tone greets you but doesn't fully envelope you. âPlease, cariño. Take a moment to breath.â
âI don't know,â You sniffle a bit before looking at your swelling belly. âI don't like being unappealing.â The words finally found on your lips, spilling out like word vomit.
âNo, baby. Look at you. You are beautiful.â He places his hand on your belly, slowly moving the sundress around with his touch. âYou are carrying our baby, our beautiful baby. You've been nothing but glowing. You are glowing to the point where you light up a room. You make rooms look good. A room where our family will grow, all thanks to you.â
You laughed through your tears, hearing his ramble. But the simile managed to put the tears to an end. âYou make spaces look good, feel good.â He slowly helps you from your seat, easing you to your feet. He stands behind you, bringing you close to his chest. His hands slowly move, soon placing them on the bottom of your swelling belly, lifting the belly upwards, easing your lower back.
You stagger back in relief, resting back on him. âThere we go.â He whispers, seeing your brows relax and your eyes close blissfully. âBut I think that woman is right. You look exhausted.â
You hum to his statement, caving in to his warmth and touch. âYeah,â You exhale. âI am exhausted.â
âDo you want me to take care of you?â
ââŠplease.â
/
"Let me know if it's too much, cariño." He whispers, slowly laying you down on your shared bed. Your back decompressed against the mattress, earning a sigh of relief from you. "It's never too much." Your reassuring smile puts him at ease in his lower stomach. "Just let me know, please." He still pleads, taking off his sweatshirt and disregarding it to some odd corner of the room. "Let's lift this..." His hands work their way to the hem of the dress, lifting the skirt up.
"Lay on your side for me, nena." He demands, slowly helping you lay down and surrounding your belly with toss pillows.
The sound of his zipper filled the space, causing you to look over your shoulder and see Miguel immediately taking off his pants and boxers. His hands pull at your underwear, revealing your core, waiting for him and him only. The sound of the bed settling down increased the anticipation, feeling him bring you close to his chest before his hand fondles your breast ever so gently. "Take a deep breath-"
"Just put it in, Miguel."
Your demands come true as you feel the same familiar stretch at your core, earning a low moan from the both of you. "There we go." He groans, grinding his bulbous tip against your cervix.
"Harder, Miguel." You plead to him, feeling the soft grinding and his length rubbing against your puffy clit. "I don't want to hurt you or the baby." He whispers, keeping the soft motions.
"You won't hurt me or the baby. I promise.â You sigh and only push your rear to his hip. âI can handle it.â
That sentence is enough for Miguel to cave in and come to his desires. âOh my godâŠâ You sigh, pushing down onto his length. The slow strokes savored your gummy walls as if you were the main dish at a fine cuisine. âLook at you, so pretty.â
The slow strokes slowly became harsh and rapid. Gushing and slapping filled the space as you felt your nails claw at the bedsheets. âYou like that, huh?â He breaths out before he lets go of your breasts and holds onto your hip instead. The single twitch on his cock sends you into a chokehold, leaving you clawing for more.
âYes, keep doing that.â
A small smirk forms on Miguelâs lips before he keeps the same tempo before he slows down. âOh, this?â He picks up the pace, similar to before, but with heavy thrusts.
âYes, that,â You breathe, crashing your hips against his.
âOnly for you, cariño.â
The rapid thrusts are enough to sway the bed from side to side, allowing the bed to creak with every motion. Soft pants from your lips escaped before you took Miguelâs hand. âAre you doing well, cariño?â You drunkenly nod before raising your leg and feeling his hand grasp onto your knee, allowing easier access and movement.
âIâm close, Migs.â You buried your face onto a decorative pillow, muffling the moan that slowly evolved into a soft cry of pleasure.
âTogether, cariño. Together.â He groans, keeping the same delicious friction. The sensation of his length against your puffy clit creates mouth-watering friction, enough for you to move in sync with his motions.
âIt's so goodâŠ!â You babble over and over again, tears of ecstasy rolling down your cheeks. âWeâre there, almost there.â He groans out before the two of you collapse onto each other. âOh my godâŠâ You whined out as Miguelâs rapid breath fans your skin. âYou okay, mamĂĄs?â He gives you a forehead kiss before he slowly pulls out and only nuzzles close to your neck.
âI feel better than ever.â
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Period sex with upper moons?
Akaza, Kokushibo, Douma - Period Sex
author's note: guess who's my favourite character in here and who i have personal beef with, i dare you.
pairing: Kokushibo x reader, Douma x reader, Akaza x reader
content warning: (obviously) period sex, mentions of blood, fem!reader
Kokushibo:
âą though internally panicking, looked just fine when he picked up on the smell of blood
âą came to check and the silent panic vanished
âą will eventually know when your period starts before you know it yourself
âą has no problem going down on you, but somehow always end up balls deep inside you
you whined as the man pulled two fingers out of your cunt, satisfied with the way you were dripping both blood and arousal.
he held eye contact with you as he brought the two digits to his lips, pushing them past his lips and licking the blood off.
"it's more than sweet.." he uttered, all three pairs of his eyes narrowing slightly. you held back a needy hum, seeing him glance at you.
he let his kimono slide of his shoulders, your mind occupied by the gracefulness of his actions. the cloth fell to the ground, revealing the pale body you've seen many times already.
"now let me have you.." he quietly said, steeping out of the last piece of clothing. though your eyes were focused on the clothes piled beside him, he was completely focused on you.
before you knew it, the man was over you, strong arms caging you between them. you felt your face heat up, almost making you forget the cramps you were experiencing.
"look at me." he demanded - requested. despite the embarrassment, you met his gaze, the smallest tug on his lip indicating his content state.
you held eye contact with him until he had fully sheathed himself inside you. his hand traveled over your stomach, pressing down where he suspected his cock would be.
you gasped, trying to keep yourself from arching your back. with his hand still on your stomach, he began slowly thrusting into you, watching your face for any discomfort.
"is that it? are you feeling good like this?" he whispered into your ear, his voice lightly breathy. you didn't answer - he didn't need one, not when you were squeezing around him so tightly.
Douma:
âą you know he takes advantage of situations that could be good for him and this is definitely one of them
âą yes, sex is something he had come to enjoy, but this was totally different
âą blood, he didn't even need to do anything
âą free source of food for a week, definitely will eat you out, no way he'll use his cock when he can just fuck you with his tongue
this was perfect, you were perfect, everything about this situation was perfect to him. he had you right where he wanted, right at his mercy.
you, on the other hand, were exhausted and in desperate need of a break. when did this start? you couldn't even remember how many orgasms the man - the demon - has pulled out of you.
his tongue licked a long stripe up your pussy, watching you shudder and cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. he was too focused on his actions to notice the way you were weakly tugging at his hair, trying to stop him.
"so sweet, my little follower." he muttered against you, eyes finally opening, just enough for them to be lidded. he looked at you, realizing that the blood had decreased over time.
"don't tell me you're already finished? i thought you were going to give me more - show me your respect." he laughed, knowing that you could barely react to his words.
tears had started falling down your cheeks a long time ago, not sure how to handle any following orgasm. yet you couldn't move, body cramping up every few minutes while his arms pressed you against his face.
he didn't care how messy it got, a mix of slick, spit and blood staining his lips and chin. how could he care? you were divine.
if there was anything close to a god, it had bestowed him with the pleasure of getting to taste you every month.
your weak cries pulled him out of his thoughts, feeling you convulse and tremble once more, cooing at the orgasm he pulled out of you.
"look, there's more! i knew you had it in you, little follower, now be good and give me even more." he chuckled, kissing up your thigh until he was ready to dive into eating you out again.
Akaza:
âą panicked when you got your first period and he didn't know of it
âą first thought: danger, first thought after finding out you were on you period: nonexistent
âą knew you were in pain and does his best to help, but keeps away from sex for quite some time
âą eventually gives up because he can't resist your pleading
âą enjoys it, but constantly worried
you watched him wipe the blood off his chin with the back of his hand, licking the rest of his lips. the action alone made you shudder in anticipation, feeling him stand up to position himself over you.
"are you feeling better, darling?" he asked, his voice quiet, as if he knew it would hurt you. you were fragile in his eyes, at the verge of breaking whenever you felt like this.
he treated you with the outmost care, abandoning pride to ensure your comfort. feeling another cramp shoot pain through your stomach, you held onto him, squeezing your eyes shut.
"please.. i need you.." you breathlessly whispered, his warm hand coming down to rub soothing circles against your waist. his other hand helped him guide his cock towards your entrance.
"shh.. i'm here for you." he answered, rubbing his cock against the mix of your slick and blood, the action making you moan out quietly.
he let you hold onto him as he pushed in, whispering words of praise and appreciation. the man didn't stop until you took him full, quietly grunting at the way you were squeezing.
"you.. you have to relax, darling. you're squeezing me so damn tight.." he groaned, letting his head fall down.
his hand let go off your leg, rubbing circles against your clit. "a- ah.. relax for me, darling. relax so i can take care of you."
he made sure to put your pleasure above his, to ensure your safety, your comfort. you gifted him the opportunity to eat you out, to taste you in such a special way, he needed to make sure you were doing good. it was only fair in his opinion, this wasn't about him, he could hold himself back if it made you feel better.
nevertheless, you didn't mind thanking him once your period was over, making sure to give him the pleasure he made you feel.
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Make Room
Boyfriend! Steve Harrington x fem reader x College Roommate! Eddie Munson
Word Count: 2.6k
During an intimate moment between you and your boyfriend Steve, his roommate catches you and you decide to let him join.
Warning: 18 +. p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, cock warming? voyeurism, pet names, cum swallowing.
Thank you to @munson-blurbs, @lofaewrites, and @munson-mjstan for reading over this.
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 "Are you sure we should be doing this? What if your roommate comes back?" Your question is muffled as your boyfriend expertly kisses you.
"We're fine." He grunts, his hands wandering over your body.
He's got you undressed, save for his t-shirt that had been pushed up to reveal you, and pressed into the sheets of his bed. The scent of him plumes around you as you writhe beneath him. His large fingers dig into your hips, bringing your core closer to him.
He's still fully clothed, in no rush to let you have what you've come to so desperately desire.
It started with soft touches under his blanket as you watched Netflix on the laptop propped up at the end of the bed. You tried to ignore the soft tips of his fingers climbing higher up your thigh. You had been startled when Steve's roommate, Eddie, who had been in the room the whole time, had announced he was going to meet some friends in the commons before heading out for dinner. That was five minutes ago.
"Stevie, he could come back any minute." You whined, arching your chest upwards when his fingers dipped through the wetness between your thighs.
"I think you like the thought of that. Of Eddie coming back and catching us." Steve grinned when he felt you shiver.
You couldn't lie, the thought didnât terrify you as much as it should. Eddie was pretty, devastatingly so, with the grungey rockstar look that made your stomach flutter every time he so much as looked your way.
Steve speaks up again, a laugh filtering through his words. "You like it. I can feel just how wet that made you, baby."
You shy away, turning your gaze from him, embarrassed. He catches your chin with his other hand and urges you to look back at him.
"Nothing to be ashamed of, baby. Eddieâs a good guy, I'm sure he wouldn't mind joining us. I mean... I've thought about him fucking you while I watch more times than I care to say out loud."
More knots twist in your stomach. A moan rips from you from a combination of Steve's admission and his thumb rubbing tight circles over your sensitive clit.
You couldn't take it anymore. You needed him to be inside you. The emptiness you felt was like a gaping hole that only Steve's cock could perfectly fill.
"Please," you cry out. "Please, I need you."
Steve kept stroking through your swollen lips. "Need me where baby?"
You hated when he made you say it. It made you feel dirty, but it turned you on so, so much.
"My-my pussy. Need you in my pussy Stevie."
"Yeah?" He hums.
You nod. "Yeah."
Steve takes his hands away from you, shushing you when you cry out at the loss. He quickly strips down, paying no mind to where his clothes go before he crawls on top of youâkissing his way up your body.
"Want you to ride my cock, love. Wanna see you make yourself come apart above me."
"Yes, yes, please. As long as you're inside me."
You scramble to follow his lead. Throwing your leg over his once he lay comfortably propped against his pillow and headboard. His cock was thick and hard, laying stiff against his abdomen.
Reaching your hand out, you grasp him. He's warm and practically throbbing. You tug gently over his velvety skin, pulling a delicious moan from his lips.
Steve beckons you forward with a finger and you hurry up his body. Your cunt rubs over his length, wetting it with your arousal. You both moan when Steve leans up to take your mouth in his.
"Fuck my cock, honey."
With that, you take him up in your hand, letting the tip slide through your wet folds before positioning him at your entrance.
Slowly, you lower yourself. The head of his cock pushes into you and the stretch has your mouth watering.
Steve's hands grip into your flesh and your moans meld together when he bottoms out. He is feeling you completely, you're stretched around him, taking him so deep.
You let your head fall back as you begin to rock your hips. Going slowly at first, feeling the pleasure rising between the two of you. Then your hips speed up a little, as you chace the feeling.
Steve's hand roams up to your breast, playing and teasing a peaked nipple. His other hand rests in the crease at your waist, helping you move.
"Feel so good Stevie, always feel so good." You feel close to tears as you feel his cock hitting the back of your walls.
You're so lost in the moment, distracted by what you're feeling, that you don't notice Steve's growing smirk or the fact that he's no longer looking at you but behind you. The only thing that clues you into the presence of someone else is the contrast of warm fingers and cold rings when they brush your hair away from the back of your neck.
You jump, freezing when you turn to see who was touching you.
Eddie Munson stood at the edge of Steve's bed, eyes wild and throat bobbing.
"Don't stop on my account sweetheart, I was enjoying the show." He smirks.
You move to get off your boyfriend but Steve keeps a firm grasp on your hips, urging you to keep moving. You don't fight it. The shock dissipates when Steve bucks up into you, cock knocking the breath from your lungs.
Eddie keeps his smoldering eyes on yours. His hand stays cupping the back of your neck. You cant your hips, starting to ride Steve again.
Theres something about being watched that has you coming undone faster than ever. Your legs stiffen and your back arches into Eddie's hold. Your mouth falls open in a long moan.Â
"Fuck, Harrington- she is pretty when she cums." Eddie chuckles behind you and releases your neck, letting you fall forward on Steve's chest. Â
"You should feel her when she does⊠Fuckin strangles my cock almost."
They were talking about you like you werenât even there. It made your skin prickle and your stomach erupt in butterflies.Â
You could see Eddieâs wide grin from the corner of your eye. "Oh, Iâd love to⊠as long as youâre okay with that Sweetheart?" Eddie looks from Steve to you, all playfulness gone from his tone.Â
Opening your mouth to speak, you find it hard to get the words to come out, so you nod.Â
Steve tsks, "Use those words, honey."
Sitting up, you nod again. "Yes, Iâm okay with that."
Eddieâs grin returns, his face less serious. "Then come here, Sweetheart." His hands trace over your skin, helping you off Steve.Â
You let out a whimper as Steveâs cock slips from you, leaving you empty and wanting. Wasting no time you lay on your back, legs spread and heart racing.Â
Eddie hums while stepping between your legs. He lets his hands smooth down from your knees, over your inner thighs, to your apex. He lets the backs of his fingers run over the sensitive skin and goosebumps begin to rise.Â
You look over to your right, Steve is still in the same position, only he has his hand wrapped around his still-hard cock, pumping it slowly as he watches Eddieâs hands.Â
A shiver runs through your body when Eddieâs middle fingers finally slip past your lips, into the sticky wetness and spread you open. He licks his lips as he stares at your center.Â
"Such a pretty pussy. All pink and wet, just waiting to be ruined." His fingers massage into your slick skin.Â
A short, quivering moan flows past your lips when he just barely glides over your clit.Â
"Such sweet sounds too. Fuck- Steve how do you keep your composure when she makes noises like that?"
"Itâs not without difficulty," Steve strains. You can hear the subtle, slick sounds of his hand moving over his cock. It has you trying to close your legs for relief, only to be stopped by Eddieâs body in the way.
Your hips roll upwards, searching for more. The emptiness you felt was consuming, and could only be sated by Eddie pushing himself inside you.Â
"Eddie-" you whine, "please."
He tilts his head, watching your body write under his teasing fingers. "I'm not the one you should be asking, Harrington's in charge, Sweetheart."
You cut your eyes to Steve, questioning. He just raises an eyebrow.
Letting out a huff, you ask, "Steve, please. Please let him fuck me, wanna feel him."
Steve nods, "You heard her, Munson. She wants you to fuck her."
Your body is practically thrumming with anticipation. Eddieâs thumb circles over your clit one last time before pulling away. You try to sit up, reaching for his belt, wanting to help take his clothes off quicker.Â
He stops you with a firm hand, pushing you back down. "Be patient, Sweetheart, youâll have what you want in a second."
With hungry eyes, you watch his every movement. Your mouth waters when a trail of coarse hair is revealed, trailing down past the waist of his jeans and blue boxers. Your heart beats as he pulls the fabric lower, his almost fully hard cock is pulled from its place. Heâs not as long as Steve but what he lacks in inches he makes up for in girth.
For a moment your eyes widen in surprise. How in the world is he going to fit? You ask yourself. Youâve never taken anything that thick before.Â
Eddie, noticing the slight shake in your breathing, pets your leg and mumbles a soft, "Youâre alright."
Then he gently takes himself in his other hand and taps the head against the swollen and sensitive lips of your cunt. You squirm at the teasing feeling.
The stiff dorm room mattress jostles you as Steve moves from lying down to o. His knees. His large hands roam over your Body, petting you almost. His fingers drag over the sliver of stomach showing from under your t-shirt.Â
"Arms up honey." He tells you, and you listen, throwing your arms above your head. Steve then tugged the shirt off you, leaving you bare with two sets of hungry, lust-filled Eyes watching you.Â
It's easier for them to see the hitch in your breath now. Easier for them to see how they are both affecting your body. Â
Steve leans in closer, his breath hot against your skin as he whispers in your ear: "Beautiful," and your body shivers in anticipation. His lips trail down your throat, leaving a trail of what felt like molten lava in their wake.
Eddie, on the other hand, now guides himself into you. The stretch makes you burn, a different heat from Steve's n  kisses but just as pleasurable.Â
Your body buzzes with the feeling of both of them touching you. Each of their large hands sends sparks through you, giving you goosebumps.Â
"God, so fuckinâ tight.Â
You reach out to him, fingers pushing on his abdomen, keeping him from pushing all the way in.
"Slow. Go slow." You moan. Eddieâs thickness made you feel like you were being split apart, even though you had been thoroughly worked out.Â
He listens, pushing into you at a snail's pace until he bottoms out. He groans and you gasp, feeling completely and utterly full. Eddie starts to roll his hips into you little by little.Â
Your vision has gone hazy, everything is unfocused as the pain turns into pleasure.Â
"Doinâ such a good job, baby." You hear Steve's praise from beside you. His hand still roams your body, teasing all the places he knows you are most sensitive.Â
"Need moreâŠ" You tell both of them. Eddie responds by increasing the pace, thrusting into you harder and faster. Steve's fingers dip lower and lower until they begin to rub into your swollen clit, his other hand tilting your head sideways.Â
"Open your mouth, Honey."Â
You oblige. Opening without question and humming in content when Steve's cock is placed on your tongue. He holds himself still, just letting you warm him as he uses his free hand to pump the length of him not in your mouth.Â
You let free a long sigh, finally satisfied with how both men were touching you, filling up your holes.Â
Eddie continues to pump deep inside you. Between his forceful thrusts and Steveâs lithe fingers, youâre on the brink. A layer of sweat has coated your body and your stomach feels like itâs in knots. Your hips are trying to move with the rhythm of their fucking you but Eddieâs hands hold you firm to the mattress.Â
Moan after wanton moan leaves your stuffed mouth as you inch closer and closer to the edge. Your body begins to shake and your fingers and toes curl in on themselves as the amount of pleasure you are feeling.Â
"Thatâs it, Sweetheart, take it. Take it like the good girl you are," Eddei hudds out between thrusts.Â
"Gonna let go for us? Hum?" Steve asks.
You nod your head slightly, giving the head of his cock a firm suck, sending him into a whimpering mess.Â
"Fuck." He seethes. "Not gonna last much longer."
"Me either." The other man says as his thrusts begin to lose their rhythm.Â
Finally, the string inside you thatâs been tugged on over and over has been pulled taut. Your back arches off the bed and a muffled scream of ecstasy flows from you as the string eventually snaps.Â
"God damnit," Eddie moans, "Sheâs squizinâ me so fuckinâ tight. Iâm gonna cum. Fuck, where do cum?"
Steve pulls out of your mouth before he speaks. "Ya hear that, Honey? Where do you want him to cum? Tell him."
You turn to look Eddie in the eyes and say, "Inside. Want you to fill me up."
Eddie grunts in what you imagine is a âthank youâ before he is finally spilling his load into your needy cunt.Â
Steve removes his hand from your clit and brings it to his cock. "Keep your mouth open, baby, tongue out. He starts to tug himself faster and faster before he lets the spurts of cum fall into your waiting mouth. Greedily you swallow it all.
You three stay like that for a moment, fucked out and touching in any way you can. You canât help the long whimpering whine you make when Eddie finally pulls out of you and Steve climbs off the bed.Â
"I know, love, I know," Steve whispers before kissing you. "Iâll get you nice and cleaned up." He moves to the small bathroom in the corner and begins wetting a washcloth. Eddie follows behind him, filling up a cup with water and grabbing a bag of Doritos from the snack stash in one of his desk drawers. Â
They both take care of you in tandem and you love every second of it. So much so that after everything, your eyes begin to droop and a big yawn escapes you.Â
Steve takes his place behind you, pulling you into his warm body. "I think itâs time for a nap."
You hum in agreement.Â
Eddie is quiet, then he clears his throat. "I guess I should leave you both to it. Iâll see you in a few hours, Harrington."
"Eddie, wait." Your words stop him before he can begin putting his clothes back on.Â
"Yeah, Sweetheart?"
"Stay."
He looks from your half-lidded eyes to Steves, waiting for the âokayâ. Heâs almost giddy when Steve pulls the covers back, creating a space for him.Â
He scrambles into the space, wrapping himself around you, and buries his face into your neck. You and Steve chuckle at him before the three of you finally relax into one another, settling down for a well-deserved sleep.
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lando x reader. for his grifriends gift, he makes her a scrapbook of their whole relationship and at the end it is very cute. He can be a creative person sometimes.
The scrapbookâ Lando Norrisâs x reader
Word count â 609
Fluff
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You had always known Lando was a bit of a creative soul, but you never expected something like this.
It was your birthday, and Lando had been teasing you for weeks about your present. He was being unusually secretive about it, and despite his playful banter, you couldnât shake the feeling that something special was in store.
When the day finally came, Lando showed up at your door with a wrapped box that seemed oddly light. Your curiosity piqued, you eagerly pulled the wrapping paper off, revealing a beautifully crafted scrapbook. The cover was simple but elegant, with a soft leather binding and âOur Storyâ written in gold lettering. You raised an eyebrow.
âOpen it,â he said, a little shy but with that signature smirk of his.
You did as he asked, carefully flipping open the first page. There, in the center, was a photo of the two of you at the very beginning of your relationship: an impromptu selfie at an airport after he had surprised you with a spontaneous weekend getaway. Under the picture, Lando had written, âThe start of something amazing.â
As you turned the pages, you found yourself lost in a beautiful collage of memories: pictures, ticket stubs, little notes, and mementos that documented every step of your journey together. There was a picture from your first date at a tiny café, the two of you laughing with your cheeks flushed. A concert ticket from the night he took you to see your favorite band. Your first vacation together: a selfie on a beach with a sunset in the background, both of you wearing matching sunglasses.
Each page was filled with more than just photos. Lando had handwritten little captions and anecdotesâhis thoughts from that moment in time, or an inside joke only the two of you understood. There was a picture from a random Sunday morning, where you were sitting on the couch, both in mismatched pajamas, completely comfortable in each otherâs presence. Underneath, Lando had written, âI love how we can do nothing together and still have the best time.â
You couldnât help but smile, your heart swelling with each turn of the page. You had never known how much of a sentimental side Lando had, how much he valued the moments that made your relationship uniquely yours.
And then, at the very end, you came across a final picture. It was of the two of you, sitting on a park bench, watching the stars. You had no idea who took the picture, but the moment captured the perfect stillness of a shared evening. Below it, Lando had written:
âThis is just the beginning, and thereâs so much more I want to share with you.â
Your eyes welled up a little as you finished reading, and you looked up to find Lando watching you, a soft smile on his lips.
âI didnât know you were such a softie,â you teased, wiping away a stray tear.
Lando chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck in that endearing way he always did when he was a little embarrassed. âI may not always show it, but youâre everything to me. I wanted this gift to remind you of that. Of us. Everything weâve already experienced and everything thatâs still to come.â
You smiled, your heart full, and you leaned forward to kiss him gently. âThank you, Lando. This is the best gift Iâve ever gotten.â
He grinned, wrapping his arms around you. âIâm glad you like it. Now⊠any chance I can get a bonus gift for making you cry?â
You laughed, playfully swatting his arm. âNot a chance, mister. But Iâll think about it.â
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being the jjk villains' favorite đ€đ©ž
incl: toji x f! reader, geto x f! reader, and sukuna x f! reader
smut under the cut [MDNI]
toji knew that you were tracking him long before you even found him. he was dangerously good at what he did. usually, he'd kill anyone that even dared to track him down, but oh, you were so pretty. he had to have you. within a few days, he let you find him at a bar. he had to bite back his chuckle at how excitement glimmered in your eyes. you truly believed that you, a beginner assassin, were going to be the one to catch and kill toji fushiguro. fuck, you were so cute.
he spent the entire night flirting with you, obsessing over how you slightly fumbled over your words and tried hard to hide how flustered you were. he could tell that you were attracted to him, especially with the way you were gently pressing your thighs together. eventually, he leaned over to whisper in your ear, "you can either continue with your hopeless plan to kill me," he enjoys the small gasp you let out when he reveals that he knew what you were up to the whole time. "or you can come find me later so i can help you with your little problem. your choice, doll."
that's how you ended up against the wall of his place with your legs wrapped around him, crying out his name as you cum on his cock multiple times. he mocks your whines, degrading you as he savagely thrusts into you. "dumb slut. can't even focus on your job 'cause all you were thinkin' about was getting your pussy filled. wouldn't be surprised if this was your plan all along." when you figure out that he's about to cum, you sink down to your knees, looking up at him expectantly as you stick your tongue out. "attagirl," he praises as he strokes himself. "didn't even have to tell you." he cums in your mouth with a grunt, and you swallow every drop, despite your body still trembling from all of your recent orgasms. "oh, you're filthy, i like you," he chuckles as he grabs your chin. "think 'm gonna keep you, doll."
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suguru knew that it if he wanted all you, he'd have to change your mind first. despite him stealing you from jujutsu society and keeping you close, you were so stubborn; so deeply committed to saving non-sorcerers. that's okay. he was patient. he'd change your mind, and he was excited to do so. (one of my fav hcs is that he has a corruption kink.) he knew that you loved him, and he intended to use that to his advantage.
every time you begin to snap at him for killing non-sorcerers, he would just interrupt you with a small kiss. it's feather-light, but enough to fluster you and stop your mind from working properly. then he'd gently push you back so you were lying underneath him, giving you an easy smile. "aw, my love, did i make you upset?" of course, he doesn't care about the monkeys that he's killed. he only cares about you. before you know it, he's tugging your pants down and spreading your thighs, his thick fingers rubbing where he knows you're sensitive. his smile grows when you begin to moan. "there you go. let me make it all better, yeah?" getting you to forget what you were mad at him about was too easy.
soon, he's fucking you deep, whispering every filthy, depraved thought in your ear as he does. how he's not gonna stop what he's doing, how beautiful you are completely ruined underneath him, and how he's never ever letting you go. he chuckles when your body twitches, and your pussy begins to flutter around his cock, eventually making a wet mess on the sheets. "aw, did that make you cum? i knew it would." he puts two of his fingers in your mouth, and you suck without a word. "you're not actually upset about those monkeys. you just needed me to fuck you, didn't you?" satisfaction rushes through him when you nod, too fucked out to protest like you did earlier.
when he cums, it's deep inside of you, with his hand against your tummy. he imagines it swelling with the child you'll give him once he's finished creating the perfect world.
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sukuna wanted you from the moment he saw you through itadori's eyes, and his blood would boil each time he saw you wrapped in satoru gojo's arms. the first night he fought with you, he had you pinned to the ground, and he whispered in your ear that you'd be his eventually and that he'll devour you once he gets rid of gojo. he enjoyed the way you'd blush anytime he teased you with flirtatious and sometimes lewd comments.
the day he does get his hands on you, he keeps every filthy promise he made. he makes you cum within two minutes with his fingers, then makes a mess out of you with his tongue. with four arms, it's so easy to hold you down and maneuver you into any position he wanted. "you've cum four times already, and i haven't even cum once," he says, watching your breasts bounce deliciously with each thrust as he fucks you. "such a greedy little thing, aren't you?"
he makes you watch your reflection in the large mirrors he takes you in front of so you could see how beautiful you are when you're all fucked out. if he's not showing you off to audiences in lavish clothes and jewelry, then he's fucking you in front of them, enjoying their jealous stares. every sorcerer and every curse on the planet will know that you belong to sukuna.
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FEEL BETTER YET? - MS
No Nut November - Day 7
NNN Masterlist...
-†When you are on your period, Matt is always there to look after you
Every month you endured pain like no other, your abdomen puncturing you from the inside out. It was only 3am but it felt like you had been up for hours, tossing and turning to find any relief. Painkillers failed to aid you and if you moved too much, spurts of nausea floated around your body.
The one thing you were concerned about was not staining your boyfriendâs sheets underneath you. You had already changed a few times in the night, at that point it was better to stay there. The entirety of your body was pushed against the radiator, locating any lingering warmth you could without having to manually do it yourself.
It was agonising, the fact this had to happen at all to you made emotions sky rocket. The trembles of your body matched the way your breathing shuddered when your stomach clenched.
Just as another tear fell, the light above you flickered on.
âBaby? FuckâŠare you okay?â Matt was by your side in an instant, his touch giving you the warm you desperately were trying to clutch onto. He was quietly analysing you and the scene in front of him as his concern increased. Each time you wanted to speak smoothly, the sharp pains constructed you. It just made you whimper in pain and it broke Mattâs heart.
He was used to you having rough periods, but this was on another level. You couldn't breathe. You couldnât think clearly, your mind fogged with the sheer agony within.
âWhy arenât you in bed baby, you couldâve woken meâŠyou know thatâŠâ His tone was gentle and made you sob a few more tears before any words left.
âI- I didnât want to bloody your sheets..or uh bother youâŠâ You looked away once you saw his face twist into one almost filled with guilt. Independency was idolised by you, he saw it in everything you did. But he wanted to take care of you, this was the small sliver he had and he was going to use that.
âIâll be back, okay? Just two seconds my love.â Just as quickly as he spoke, he left. The light above remained on, a signal he was still there. Rustling was heard in the distance but once the pain surged it was hard to focus on. Everything was too much. Towels bunched up around you, trying to protect you from the pain, no matter how much it didnât work.
The sharp pains in your stomach had only gotten worse, even after medication. Every time that Matt crossed your mind it only made you feel so needy, clingy. Like a burden.
Matt returned quickly with his hands full on certain products you couldnât quite make out. âSo first off, I got the chocolates from the fridge I saved for you, and some of those sweets you like to chewâŠâ The packets were held up as he showed them off to you. âI got some of the stronger medications for if you needed to top off with them, uh, I grabbed your socks too and just made a hot water bottle for you. I know last time was a little too hot, so I put some cold water into it as well. â
His gaze finally met your eyes, staring at the pile with tears forming. It was obvious you weren't blinking so that you didn't cry. You knew if you had tried to speak, your emotions would quickly be revealed, if they weren't already by your expression. Your lips switched into a small smile, full of gratitude towards him.
âI- Thank youâŠreallyâ
âAnytime, I mean that. I just want to be here for you, no matter what.â You let out a small chuckle, allowing yourself to finally give into his efforts to take care of you, you needed it in the moment. Not that youâd admit that to him. He quickly placed the items on your his bed before returning to your side.
One arm reached under your knees while the other supported your back as he pulled you to his chest. It was warm and it was safe. You almost forgot about the pain. Almost.
He lowered you onto the mattress on your side of the bed before handing you the hot water bottle, along side your medication and a drink. He wanted to look after you, not overwhelm you. Matt pulled back from you, climbing under the duvet alongside you.
âI donât want you to worry about the sheets or bothering me, just worry about yourself. Youâre my priority and I never wanting you to think that ill ignore your pain. Never ever will I do that to you sweetheart.â His voice was barely heard over my breathing and a part of you wanted to ignore it, you couldnât.
Subconsciously your body drew close towards him, the heat of the bottle inching closer to his skin until your head lay on his shoulder. âFeel better yet?â You nodded slightly. The pain had subsided, the bottle and his words warming the aches away.
âI love you, you know that right?â A soft smile covered his lips, placing a light kiss on your head.
âI love you too..â
This was what you needed.
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MY GIRL â dark!rafe cameron x fem!reader
summary: rafe tracks your location and follows you to the beach, watching you and your friends from a fair distance. he butts in once he sees you and jj flirting, resulting in arguments and rafe forcing you home to fuck you.
warnings: 18+ MDNI ⟠consumption of alcohol, underage drinking, stalking, arguing, cussing, toxic + abusive relationship, manipulation, smut, noncon, SA, forced sex, p in v, toxic!rafe, dark!rafe, crying, rafe ignoring safe word, cheating accusations, death threats, (safe word is âredâ)
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like sarah and kiara, you were born a kook who chose to be a pogue, and a lot of people despised you for it, especially your boyfriend rafe. the two of you had spent the past hour arguing over you wanting to go hang out with the pogues, but he hated them and wanted you to hate them too.
the argument resulted in doors slamming and you storming off. you left rafeâs house and headed straight to the beach where you were planning on meeting your friends, regardless of rafeâs opinion. you walked all the way there and headed onto the sand, spotting them in the distance.
âhey guys,â you raise your voice as you approach them, making them all turn their heads to face you. each of them greeted you with smiles on their faces, and sarah with a hug. you sat down next to her and joined the circle theyâd made around the campfire. with evening approaching, the sunset was glowing a radiant pink and golden color, which was perfect for the endless amount of selfies with sarah and kiara.
âso, ya finally made itâ jj said as you were making yourself comfortable on the ground. âyep. who do you think tried to stop me?â you ask with a tint of sarcasm in your voice, knowing they all already know the obvious answer. âhm. did he give you the kooks versus pogues talk again?â john b asks, seeing you snicker and nod in response. âwhen doesnât he? you guys are just a pile of dirty island trash, okay?â you joke, reciting your boyfriends words. âif thatâs what we are, then thatâs what you are, tooâ john b jokes back, raising his beer bottle before having a swig.
âthatâs what i tried telling himâ you laugh, motioning for him to toss you a bottle, too, since everyone else had one. he grabs one from the crate and tosses it over, making you catch it and crack it open to take a sip. âyeaâ, well, fuck him, heâs an assholeâ kiara shrugs, with each of them simultaneously agreeing with her.
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âgirls, you wanna go for a swim?â kie asks after you all drank, talked and laughed together for a while. âhell yeahâ sarah says, standing up and pulling you up with her. you all begin stripping your clothes off to reveal your bikinis underneath. âwhat about us?â pope asks. âgirls only, sorryâ kie says, blowing a kiss to him before the three of you start running down to the ocean. âbitchesâ jj jokes, making pope and john b laugh. the three of them stayed sitting around the fire drinking and listening to music whilst keeping a brief eye on you girls.
as you and the girls made it to the water, you all dive in and splash around, laughing and having fun with each other, all while being completely unbeknownst to the other pair of eyes watching you, eyes that werenât from a pogue⊠rafe had tracked your location on your phone and followed you to the beach, where you didnât tell him you were going. he stayed a far distance back to make sure nobody could see him, smoking a cigarette and leaning against the railing in front of him, standing in front of his parked car with his gaze completely fixated on you.
he watched your every movement, taking in every little detail he could see before his attention quickly diverts to the three pogue boys making their way down to the water, too. seeing them made his fist ball up with rage, but he kept his cool for now.
the boys ran and dived into the water, purposely splashing you girls. âhey!â kiara yells over the sounds of their loud laughter, âyou werenât invitedâ sarah adds, causing john b to rush over to her and wrap his arms around her, scooping her up bridal style before throwing her down into the water, completely submerged.
you all laugh as she gets back up and gasps, grabbing her boyfriend in a headlock before jumping on him. the pair start to play fight, which made kiara giggle as she had an idea. she splashed the water and aimed it in popeâs direction, which made him start a water fight with her, splashing each other back and forth. you and jj laugh as you move away from the scene together, swimming further out into the ocean.
rafe watched every second. seeing you both swim away together made him furious, but he still waited. âjj, helpâ you laugh as he turns around in the water to grab your hand, pulling you out of the splashing waves. âthanksâ you giggle, not letting go of his hand. you stayed holding it under the water as he pulled you along, the two of you swimming around them to make it back to the shore.
as you two walk out of the water and onto the sand, your hands were still grasping each others, but neither of you thought anything of it, it was platonic. he was helping you. but rafe saw and thought differently⊠thatâs when he decided he had enough and tossed his cigarette aside, storming down the steps to the beach to approach you.
you and jj made it back to the campfire where you were just about to pick up your clothes from the ground, but a rough grip on your wrist stops you. it was getting dark now, so neither you or jj even saw rafe approaching. âwhatâre you doing?â rafe firmly asks, making you gasp. âiâ what are you doing here?â you raise your eyebrows, your voice striking with fear.
âno, what are you doing here?â rafe asks in a demanding tone, his grip on your wrist getting tighter as you try to yank yourself out of it. ârafe, manââ jj tries to get involved, but rafe cuts him off. ânah, man, âthe fuck you gettinâ so close to my girl for, huh?â rafe harshly drops your arm to take a step closer to jj. by this point, the rest of the pogues in the water had noticed what was happening, and quickly got out to head over.
ârafeââ you say,
âshut the fuck up, you slutâ rafe snaps, making you flinch before he grabs jjâs collar to pull him closer. âhey, hey!â john b is quick to interrupt as he runs over to stand in between rafe and jj, making rafe drop his collar and shove john b back. ârafe what the actual fuck are yââ sarah shouts, âshut the hell up, sar. y/n, come on, get your fuckinâ things and lets goâ rafe demands, turning to face you as you donât hesitate to pick up your clothes and quickly shove them back on out of fear of what heâd do if you didnât.
âshe ainât going anywhereâ jj steps forward, receiving glances from sarah and kiara who are telling him to shut up with only their eyes, not wanting them to break out in a fight. âyeah? says who, big guy?â rafe laughs to mock him, but is cut off by jj shoving him back by his chest. john b and pope quickly grab jj and rafe to separate them, not allowing them to fight for your sake.
âkeep your fuckinâ hands to yourself, maybank, and not on my fuckinâ girlfriendâ rafe threatens, trying to pull out of john bâs grip but it only makes him hold him tighter. âsheâd probably prefer my hands on her anywayâ jj laughs, seeing rafe break out of john bâs grip and launch over to jj, actually hitting him this time. the other two boys separate them once again, this time with the help of sarah and kiara.
âstop it, rafe, just come onâ you say to him, pointing in the other direction. you didnât want to go with him, but you know this is the only way heâll stop tormenting your friends. he shoves pope away from him and grabs your arm, roughly pulling you away from them all. âowâ you say, but he grips you harder, not caring for the pain heâs causing you.
âdo we do something?â kie asks, worried about you. âi donât knowââ john b sighs. âjustâ let them argue it out. thereâs no point in stopping himâ sarah sighs, knowing how abusive and psychotic her brother can be when heâs angry. the pogues watch as you get dragged away by your boyfriend, bickering back and forth with your voices quietening the further you walk away.
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rafe opens the passenger door for you, shoving you in and slamming it shut. ââŠthank you?â you sarcastically mumble under your breath as he walks around to the other side of the car, getting in the drivers seat. âwhat the fuck were you thinkinâ? holding his hand, laughing and giggling with him, are you fuckinâ serious?â rafe turns to look at you while raising his voice.
âiâm sorry, rafe, i didnât mean anything by it heâs just my friendââ
âheâs just your friend. right, sure, nothinâ to worry about thenâ he shakes his head, pulling a sarcastic face. âoh my godâ you sigh. ârunninâ around in your bikini with him, too? when i fuckinâ told you enough times to stay the fuck away from those asshole poguesâ he yells, making you flinch. âmaybe youâre the asshole.â you look out the window to avoid making eye contact knowing he wouldnât find your comment amusing. and he didnât. his hand quickly grabs your jaw, forcing you to face him.
âwhat did you just fucking say to me?â his eyes turn dark as he forces you to stare into them, his fingertips digging into your cheeks as his grip on your jaw is immense. ânothing, iâm sorryâŠâ you apologize even though you donât mean it. he is an asshole, you meant every bad word youâd ever said and thought about him. âyouâre sorry?â he laughs which humiliated you a bit. âyou werenât sorry until i caught you. i told you not to go out with them, and what did you do? huh?â he asks, yelling the last word and squeezing your face harder to force an answer out of you, âwhat did you do?â
âiâ i went out with themâŠâ you answer fearfully. you were fierce and always argued back to him, but he terrified you when he got aggressive. âexactly. and you know how i feel about you wearing that slutty shit around guys, especially your fuckinâ swimsuit.â he reminds you of the things heâs told you before, before harshly shoving your face away to let go of you, making your head hit the window briefly. âowâ you whine, holding your hand on your head as rafe put the car into drive.
âquit bitchinâ. you wanna act like a fuckinâ whore? thatâs fine. iâll treat you like one.â he says, grinning as he glances at the look on your face, there was nothing he loved more than seeing how afraid of him you were.
he drove back to his house, with you silently crying in the passenger seat for the whole ride, and him telling you to âshut upâ and the classic âiâll give you something to cry aboutâ. upon arriving at tannyhill, rafe parks the car and gets out, watching as you stayed seated, not wanting to get out. he sighs loudly and rolls his eyes before walking around to your side, swinging the door open and dragging you out.
âget off of meâ you shove him back, but he grabs your throat right there in the driveway. âif you give me any more lip i swear to fuckinâ godâŠâ he warns you, not gripping hard enough to choke you but enough to hurt you. âi said sorry, okay? what do you want from me?â you manage to rip his hand away from your throat, shoving him back to defend yourself, but he doesnât like when you do that, he prefers when youâre helpless and afraidâŠ
âsorry ainât gonna cut it. you know how much i hate those fuckin scumââ
âstop calling them scum! stop belittling them just because theyâre pogues. who the fuck cares?â you argue, not aware of any consequences at the time.
âoh, so now youâre defending them? youâre a pogue now, are you?â he laughs to mock your choice of friends, he always did humiliate them and put them down for his own liking. âyeah, maybe i am. and iâd rather be with them than youâ you yell, turning around to storm off again but he grabs your arm and yanks you back.
âget off!â you try to fight him but heâs fed up of you, needing to teach you a lesson. âshut the fuck upâ he says, dragging you into the house and upstairs. the two of you fight and argue all the way to his bedroom, which is completely normal for anyone in his house to hear.
âstop itââ
âyou fuckinâ stop itâ
both of you bicker before rafe pushes you into his bedroom before entering and slamming the door shut behind him. ânow what, huh?â you yell at him. âdonât act so cocky now, you wanna act like a whore? dress like one? cmon, take your clothes off, iâll treat you like the real fuckinâ whore you areâ he says with a smirk, watching you laugh in response.
ânoâ you shake your head, your grin slowly fading when you see the dead serious look on his face. ârafe, no.â you frown, attempting to walk past him to get out of his room but he stopped you and pushed you back, reaching his hand over to lock the door.
âiâm beinâ serious, take your clothes offâ he says, still smirking. âno, get away from meâ you say, shaking your head and slowly walking backwards as he takes multiple steps forward. âwhatâs the matter? you were fine acting like a slut for jj, whatâs wrong with me?â he asks, his tone dark and scary, his voice oddly calm but terrifying.
ârafe, iâm sorry, okay? i said sorryââ
âshhâ he cuts you off, standing right in front of you as the only thing between you is him and his bed, he places his finger on your lip to shush you. âi donât care. take them offâ he says, looking back and forth into each of your eyes with a dark smile.
âi⊠i donât want toâŠâ you hesitate to say, innocently and vulnerably as your voice turns weak, he is actually starting to scare you now. âyou donât want to? aww. thatâs too bad, i guess iâll just do it myselfâ he pretends to sympathize before laughing and quickly reaching down to pull your skirt down, but you try to stop him.
âdonât make it hard, this is your faultâ he says, roughly pushing you down onto the bed where he restrains you, forcing your skirt down and off your legs, throwing it on the floor. ârafe, stopâ you try to plead with him but he ignores you, immediately reaching down to pull your top and damp bikini off too before gripping your waist and forcefully flipping you over onto your stomach. âiâm being serious, rafe, actually stopâŠâ you try to show him how serious you are, but he doesnât care.
âhuh. i bet if jj asked you to take your clothes off, youâd listen to him, wouldnât you?â he asks, pulling you up on all yours and gripping both sides of your bikini bottoms, roughly pulling them down and off your feet. âno, i wouldnâtâŠâ you begin to cry, wishing your boyfriend wasnât so insecure of who you were friends with. âi donât like him like that rafe i promiââ
âi am your boyfriendâ he reaches over to grab your jaw from behind, pulling your head up to listen closely. âno one else, me, so you should be a good girlfriend and do as i fuckinâ say. i told you so many times that i donât like them pogues, and i donât want you hanginâ around them. i especially told you to stay the fuck away from jj, cause i donât like the way that mothaâfucker looks at you, and holds your fuckinâ handâ he explains, harshly gripping your throat to choke you, hearing your breathing struggle.
âso if youâre gonna disobey me like that, well, thatâs your problem.â he tells you, snickering from behind you as he lets go of your throat to take his own clothes off, you were left in doggy, silently sobbing to yourself.
he springs his already hard dick out of his boxers as he pulls them off, having been so turned on by your fear of him. when he got completely naked, he grabbed your waist and flipped you back over onto your back, where he forced himself on top of you and immediately slammed his cock into you without any warning. it hurt and caught you off guard, making you let out a loud yelp but he is fast to cover your mouth and grip it tightly.
âshush. donât cry, itâll make me harderâ he pouts, yet again pretending to sympathize with you. tears are flowing down your face now, and he wasnât lying, you can actually feel his cock getting harder as it hurt more and more each time he entered you. âow, rafe⊠please stopâŠâ you whine under his hand, shutting your eyes tightly. âno, no, look at meâ he demands, removing his hand from your mouth to tap your face a couple times, making you open your eyes and look into his.
âokay, you proved your point⊠just stopâ you try to fight him from underneath his body, but he uses it to restrain you, and both of his hands to grip your wrists, pinning you down fully. âwhat point? thereâs no point. i just wanna fuck you like the little slut you are⊠maybe i should just take a video and send it to jjâ he teases, making you shake your head quickly, begging him not to.
âwhy not? donât you want him to know youâre my girl? and that nobody fuckinâ touches my girl?â he asks, frowning his eyebrows at you as he thrusts into you roughly, forcing moans and gasps out of your mouth. âhe⊠he already knows..â you let out in between heavy breaths, âoh, he does? then why the fuck is he touching you, hm?â he asks, tilting his head as he looks into your tear-filled eyes.
ârafe, ow⊠redâŠâ you cry out the safe word, unable to take it anymore. his thrusts are full of hate, his hands are too aggressive, his cock is too much⊠ârafe?â you ask in a pant, seeing as he doesnât stop. âshhâŠâ he stops you from talking, ignoring your plea to stop and roughly placing his hand over your mouth again, this time tighter.
ânoââ you mumble underneath him.
âshut up and take itâ he harshly says, looking into your eyes as he forces his cock in and out of you. he watches you cry and squirm under him, but he simply does not care⊠he enjoys it actually. he loves seeing you struggle to his power, succumb to his dominance.
after laying there for a minute, moaning and whining, he finally removes his hand from your mouth to hear your gasp for air. âyou want me to stop?â he asks, pouting at you. âyâyes⊠pleaseâ you beg between pauses, watching as his pout turns into a teasing smile, âwell iâm not. not until you promise me youâll never hang out with those pricks againâ he says, looking into your eyes, practically forcing your answer out of you.
âokay⊠okay, i promise⊠i swearââ
âyou swear?â
âi swear on my lifeâŠâ
âthereâs a good girl. thatâs what i wanna hear. you better not be lying because i will do ten times worse, you hear me?â he slyly threatens, making your head nod quickly in response. at this point you were willing to do anything to get him to stop.
âgood, princess⊠if i see you talking to him again iâll fuckinâ kill him.â he says, finally pulling out of you once he finished what he had to say, leaving you crying and whimpering. âshut up, câmon, hereâ rafe says, shoving your body aside as he climbs off the bed and reaches down to grab your clothes, throwing them right at you.
âdonât be so dramatic it didnât hurt that badâ he chuckles, laughing at your tears. âit did hurt that bad⊠i asked you to stopâŠâ you sniffle, wiping your eyes as you grab your clothes he tossed over. âand i asked you to stop sneaking around with them behind my back, didnât i?â he asks, raising his eyebrows with a smart look on his face.
âyeah butââ
âthen it looks like we both donât get our own way, huh?â he laughs at you, giving you a horrible cocky grin before walking over to the door and walking out, shutting it behind you to leave you there alone.
you stayed on his bed for a few more minutes, lying on your side and crying to yourself before deciding to put your clothes back on. after you were dressed, you looked at yourself in the mirror and saw your stained makeup and rosy red cheeks and eyes, your hair was a mess, you were a mess⊠you had no idea where rafe even went, but you didnât want to find out, so you gather your things and bolt for the bedroom door, rushing downstairs and leaving tannyhill in a rush.
you had no idea where to go next, but you know for sure the pogues werenât on the list. you already disobeyed rafe and suffered the consequences, you donât want to make the same mistake knowing the threat murder is on the cardsâŠ
I HATE THIS. IM SO SORRY IF YOU DO TOO. i havenât posted in a while bc of school stuff so i hope u guys forgive me with another dark, juicy rafe fic. đđ let me know what you think in the comments! â THIS ISNT PROOFREAD. english isnât my first language so if you spot any mistakes please feel free to point them out. LOVE U ALLLLLL
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So Urm just a thought u got anyâŠ. Deep non curse sukuna angst I think itâs a good day to cry.
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Sukuna is nothing if not self sabotaging.
Things with you have been good. Borderline perfect; youâre the missing piece to the life heâs cursed to live, where heâs always self aware of his weaknesses and takes them out on those around him. There is no blessing, not when all he does it hurt. Itâs a miracle yuuji and choso deal with his shit enough, he knows they shouldâve dropped him off the face of the earth with the pain he causes.
Now, it seems, itâs your turn.
Your turn to be on the receiving end of his fury, his rage and heartbreak, your only chance to escape being to leave him; maybe thatâs all he wants: you to leave him.
He stopped calling you. Stopped answering texts. When his brothers and parents ask about you, he merely stays silent, opting against making you sound more divine than they know you are.
Youâre perfect. Youâre not for him.
Theres a pounding on the door that goes unanswered by everyone in the house, and he groans as he gets up to answer it, only to reveal your frame in the door.
You look distraught. Youâre angry, he can see that in your eyes, thereâs a betrayal buried deep in them. Your face holds a scowl and your breathing picks up at the sight of him.
âYouâve been avoiding me.â
Sukuna rolls his eyes and walks away from the open door, knowing youâll follow him no matter what. âSo?â
âSo?â You ask, offended. âYou and I are supposed to be in love, supposed to be partners in crime-â
âIm hearing a lot of âsupposed to be,â and not a lot of âhave to beââ he snaps. He hears you take a breath to say something, but you donât. He screws his eyes shut. âGet over it. I didnât sign a contract with my blood saying I have to come to your every beck and call.â
âSukuna. Stop.â
âStop what?â
âBeing an asshole,â you say firmly. âLet me in. Iâm here. Whatâs going on?â
âIâm sick of you.â
At his blunt words, you gasp, and sukuna feels the bile rise up his throat. Heâll do anything though. Anything to make you stop loving him. âWhatâŠ?â
âIâm sick. Of you,â he echos. âYou checking up on me, demanding we go out, flaunting me off to your friends like Iâm some damn trophy-â
âBecause I love you!â You hiss. âI want to show you off, make the world see how lucky I am to have you!â
ââShow me off?ââ He cackles, spinning on his heel to face you. âThereâs nothing to show. I am nothing to you. You, are nothing to me.â
You reel back at his words, waterline swelling with tears as you are wounded by his words. âYou think because I take you out on a few dates, we kissed a little and I held that little hand of yours, that youâre anything special to me?â He shakes his head with a cruel chuckle, âIâve done that to every broad Iâve ever been with. Youâre not special. Never were anything more than a body to me.â
You puff out your chest like an animal trying to protect itself, âthen what about the nights we cuddled?â You demand. âWhat about our late night trips to McDonaldâs or 7/11? What about the nights you cried in my chest about your miseries and hardships, and I carded your hair and cradled you close to my body?â
âWhat about them!â He yells, the cracks in his confidents breaking. Those moments mean the world to him, and for him to now force you to use them against him has his blood running cold. âYeah, I let you see the softer bits of me. Who cares?â
âI do!â You wail. âBecause it made me think, for one second, that we could be something special! Something we earned and worked for together!â
âI think you forget,â he snarls, âI lived a fine life without you in it. We can go right fucking back the minute you started thinking this bullshit.â
You flinch at the harshness of his words. Itâs working. Sukuna feels it. The love you have for him dwindling, the connection being frayed and severed with every pass of his words-
âThen do it,â you whisper. âIf your life was so great loveless, then go back. But just know, Iâll never stop loving you. Ever. Youâll never have the peace of the freedom of heartbreak when it comes to me.â
With that, you take a step back, followed by another, but your eyes never leave his. Your bottom lip wobbles and you grab your coat over the back of his chair. He watches as you cover your mouth with your hand before dashing out, slamming the door behind you and leaving a trail of tears. His eyes are fixed on the door thatâs finally stopped shaking on its hinges from the slam, as if waiting for you to sweep back in and demand his love, demand him to care and want you back.
But it doesnât come. You donât come back.
He canât fight the urge to swipe everything off the counter with his arms in a fury, plates and cups flying off and shattering under the force. He pants like a voracious beast, angry and predatory, but heâs grounded as he steps on a shard of crystal from his momâs wine glass.
And now, rather than chase you down the street, begging for your forgiveness, he sits down, using his hands to pick up the bigger shards. Thereâs an unfamiliar trickling down his cheek of hot tears, one splatters to the floor, and thatâs it. Sukuna, with the monster he worked so hard to keep at bay, ruins another paradise in his life.
He cries alone.
All alone.
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wishful thinking
-warnings// angst, mentions of smut but no real descriptions
lil summery// Sam has a little crush on deans girlfriend a just little sad
Dean x reader... with a little Sam x reader (just a lil bit)
word count// 3450
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You groaned as the light came through the window blinds, rolling over to hide in your boyfriends warm chest, Dean chuckled running his hand up and down your bare back "not ready to wake up gorgeous?" He asked kissing the top of your head "no. My plans revolve around staying in bed with my pretty sexy, and very nude boyfriend" you mumbled against his chest, dragging your hand down his chest and down his stomach
You jumped back when you heard a loud knock on the door "are you two almost ready? There was another attack last night" Sam called through the door, "Just taking a shower then we'll be out Sammy" Dean yelled back, you looked up at him confused "baby we showered last night" Dean chuckled, rolling on top of you, he smirked down at you, his amulet hanging down his neck "yeah but I just bought us some more time" Dean flirted as he pressed kisses down your neck, already making your eyes roll.
Sam leaned against the impala, growing more and more impatient as the time moved on, with a final sigh of annoyance he went back to Dean and your shared motel room, "Dean I've been waiting almost an hour dude serio-" Sam started to yell but was quickly cut off by the door opening revealing you dressed only in deans long red flannel, your cheeks red and your hair a mess "I'm sorry Sammy, we'll be right out in two minutes, I swear" you told him quickly shutting the door in the stunned Winchesters faceÂ
Sam was in awe of you, ever since you and Dean came to get him from Stanford four years ago he knew there was something about you that just warmed his heart, how kind you were to him and when Jess passed, you let him cry in your arms many nights after, how beautiful you were, how smart you were, you were like a walking encyclopaedia. He knew how wrong it was, having a crush on Deans girlfriend. he just couldn't help himselfÂ
Every day was an internal battle for Sam, he wanted you, he wanted you more than he's ever wanted anything, but he sees how much his brother loves you, and that's what kills him even more, he would never want to hurt his brother. He just couldn't help himself, especially when he heard your moans through every crappy motel walls, hell he's even walked in on you both going at it more times than he'd ever like to admit, you would think after the eitgth time Dean would learn to lock his damn door.
It definitely didn't help Sam keep himself composed when he was popping boners left and right with the images of you after being fucked, even if wasn't by him flash through his mind constantly.
"Alright, give us the run down Sammy" dean said as he drove away from the red room motel Sam stayed quiet as he tried to avoid looking at you sitting in the back seat "Sammy!" Dean called loudly snapping his fingers in his face startling the seasoned hunter "w-what?" He stuttered out confused "gives us the run down... are you feeling good, not like you to be so out of it man" dean turned to look at him quickly worry evident in his voiceÂ
"Yeah fine just tired. didn't sleep great"Â Sam mumbled out tucking his growing hair behind his ears "you sure sweetie? you look a little pale, maybe your coming down with something. c'mere let me check your temperature" you said leaning into the front to feel his forehead "w-what no no I'm fine not sick I'm just tired so just drop it and leave me the hell alone!" Sam said flinching away defensively, if you touched him right now he was definitely gonna go crazyÂ
Dean turned to give Sam a hard look "watch it Sam, she was only trying to help you, no need to bite her damn head off!" Sam snorted "whatever" he pushed himself as close to the passenger side ignoring his brother for the rest of the ride his eyes stared hard out at the road as he tried to focus on the hunt... and not how good your breasts look in that shirt .
Dean looked at Sam then gave you a concerned look matching your own in the rear view mirror.Â
When you got to the Swanson house you both decided to let Sam take the lead in questioning considering he didn't give you any details on the death, what he suspected, could be demon, ghost... literally anything at this point.
"Any idea what's up with Sam?" You asked Dean watching as Sam spoke to the victims heartbroken husband, Dean sighed his eyes narrowed at his little brother trying to figure out what's going on in his head "not a clue but I'll talk to him about it" dean grumbled out squinting his eyes at his younger brother.
It was a quiet drive back to the motel , Sam was laser focused on watching the blurs of houses and cars, you couldn't help yourself but looking at him worried, you were sure he could feel your eyes burning a hole into the back of his head. Even if he did feel it he never let on, never acknowledged you or dean were in the car too.
Once Dean parked baby Sam was rushing out toward his motel room. Dean slammed the car door annoyed before turning to look at you his hard eyes softening "I'm gonna talk to Sammy see if I can get him to talk about wheatever the hells bothering him" dean told you before planting a soft kiss on your lips "okay baby, I'm gonna take a walk and go grab us some snacks and beer, hopefully Sammy opens up to you" you wrapped your arms around deans neck, his own on your hips as he had you pinned tight against the impala
Dean shook his head pulling baby's keys out of his pocket "your not walking anywhere sweetheart, I trust you'll take care of my baby, and my baby will take care of my sweetheart" dean joked making you giggle, your cheeks heating up as you licked your lips "you Dean Winchester are a man of many surprises... and I quite like that about you" dean caught your lips once again in a soft kiss his tongue slipping into wrestle with your own before giving your ass a hard smack. You gasped and pulled away your body feeling hot at his actionsÂ
You put your hands on deans chest lightly pushing him away from you "alright I better go, good luck talking to Sam" dean shook his head his green eyes turned to look at Sam's closed motel room door sighing "yeah I'm gonna need it".Â
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Your nerves were all over the place as you walked around the small corner store. You hated when Sam and Dean would fight, on one hand, Dean is your boyfriend you can't help but take his side most of the time, but Sam was your best friend. It just put you in such a shitty position until the boys eventually swept it under the rug. You grabbed a bunch of snacks because you knew Dean was an angry eater and he usually stuffed his face with liquorice and chocolate after any arguments, or if you were having make up sex and dean was still a little mad he'd eat something else...
You opened the door to your motel room so see Dean pacing the floor his hands running through his hair, clearly he was frustrated and seemed pretty anxious "how'd it go sweetie?" You asked him setting the bag of goods and beer on the table "I- uh- fi-fine yeah I guess" dean stuttered out as his pacing continued "dean what's wrong? Is it bad- oh my god please sit down your freaking me out!" You snapped grabbing deans arms stopping him from moving any further "it's nothing I just... look you know how much I care about you. Id do anything for you no matter what it was, I just when you talk to Sam please remember that" dean told you his hands coming to rest on the sides of your face his worried eyes staring into your own
"Wha- talk to Sam? Dean what's going on why do I need to talk to Sam?" You were freaking out why the hell was Dean Winchester, the man who hides what he feels on the daily pouring his heart out to you now of all times. Dean leaned in catching your lips in a slow sensual kiss, pulling away to rest his forehead against your own "I promise everything will make sense if you talk to Sam" Dean whispered "okay let's go" dean shook his head immediately "I don't think I should be around Sammy right now I'll wait for you here" okay now you were officially freaking the fuck out
You nodded slowly and headed out to towards Sam's motel room next door. You stared at the red door taking a couple of deep worried breaths before knocking. It took three seconds after the last knock until the younger Winchester was opening the door his cheek looking slightly swollen "hey... come on in" Sam said moving to the side to allow you in "hey... so what's going on? Dean seemed pretty upset" you told him, Sam sighed and ran his hands down his face his eyes closed tight "it's stupid. It's so stupid I just don't know what to do anymore I've been... fuck this is hard-" "Sam! Spit it out please!" You yelled cutting off his ramblingÂ
"....Y/N, I think I'm in love with you" once the words left Sam's lips your whole body froze. You felt like the air was sucked right out of you. "You what?" You asked "I think I'm in love with you... it started a couple of years ag-" "Years! what the fuck do you mean years Sam? How many?" You cut him off "i- I lost Jess and then you... you were there for me and it just kinda escalated from there. Look I don't want to feel like this. I don't want to be in love with my brothers girlfriend, I've felt like the worst person in the damn world every day because of this... I just I can't help it" Sam confessed
"Sam Jess passed four years ago. Are you telling me you've had feelings for me since then?" You asked him calmly and he nodded quickly "honey I don't think your in love with me. I think you went through an extremely traumatic experience with Jess and me being there for you every day. I think your confusing the feelings you had for jess to me. Sam, I love you because your my best friend... and I'm with dean and I haven't even told him yet but I love him Sammy..." you told him and Sam took a deep breath "I uh i guess I never thought about it like that. I think your right I'm confusing my feelings I had for Jess to you" Sam agreed making you relaxÂ
"I'm sorry I sprung all this on you and Dean today. When you put it like that it makes sense... I mean Jess was the love of my life⊠I even had a ring. Before you and Dean came to Stanford I had it all planned out, then it was taken away from me in the blink of an eye... and dean still has you-" Sam paused taking a shaky breath "I guess I'm just jealous of you guys, of what you have with each other. I've never seen Dean love someone so much and that's why me feeling like this bothered me so much because I want my brother to be happy and I want my best friend to be happy too" Sam ended his speech and you had tears falling down your cheeks feeling your heart break at his words
"Sammy I'm so sorry about what happened with Jess. You deserved to have the happy life you always wanted with her" Sam nodded his eyes filling with tears he sucked in a harsh breath of air "yeah.... I miss her every day. I just... I want what I had with her back- I want Jess back, I see you and Dean and I want that. Jesus I fucking had that. Life deals me the crappy hand of yellow eyes and Jess has to pay for it?" Your cheeks were wet with tears, you couldn't help but bawl at Sam's words. Life had been so cruel to the WinchestersÂ
"I know honey... I know. It's not fair, I know you feel like Jess was the one for you but sam, I only met her once and I seen how much she loved you. She would want you to get out there and find the girl your meant to spend your life with, it's not me, but she's out there... she's just waiting for you to find her" you smiled taking his big hand in yours and giving it a comforting squeeze. Sam nodded slowlyÂ
"I really i appreciate that Y/N, I'm glad this crap got brought out. Talking to you has really made me feel a lot better about this so thanks, I uh do you mind giving me some time just to think. I kinda want to be by myself now" Sam told you and you nodded heading towards the door, Turing to take one last look at the sad giant "we're right next door if you need anything at all, okay Sammy?" His lips curled in a soft smile and he gave you a quick nod.
Once the door was a shut you leaned against it your hand going to your chest as you took a deep breath, hunting gouls was easier than that damn conversation. Your heart was beating like crazy thinking back on every word, Sam thought he was in love you, I mean of course he wasn't. He was in love with the idea of you... of love that's what he wanted.
You squeezed your eyes shut to calm down before going back to your and Deans room. You opened the door to find Dean sat at the edge of the double bed, his head facing the ground as his hands ran through his hair âDean?â You called to him. His head snapped towards you his feet moving faster than the rest of his body as he stunned his way toward you âY/NâŠ. H-howâd it go? Did you-â âtalk to Sam⊠yeah we had a long talk. I think everythingâs gonna be just fine nowâ you told himÂ
Deans shoulders visibly relaxed, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you into a hug âthank god⊠thought I was gonna have to kick his assâ dean joked but you thought back to Samâs swollen cheek. You pulled back from the hug and gave dean a hard look âDean Winchester⊠did you punch your brother because of me?âÂ
Dean shook his head quickly âno of course not⊠I punched him because he told me he wanted to be with my girlfriend, maybe had he phrased it better to me I wouldnât have lost my temper but if someone tells me they want to be with my girlfriend and theyâre in love with her⊠Iâm gonna loose my shitâ you tried to hide the small smirk from your face by leaning in to give dean a hard kiss on his soft lips âthatâs really sweet baby. Please donât fight with Sam because of me, seriously we had a really good conversation tonightâÂ
Dean noodles slowly âcan you tell me what you talked about?â You smiled and sat down on the bed and pulling Dean with you so you were both laying down on the hard mattress âwell he told me he was in love with me-â deans arm around your waist grew tense as he pulled you closer so your head was resting against his chest âbut we talked about things and we got to talking about Jess and-â you paused taking a deep breath and looking up at dean to find him already looking at youÂ
âSam is still hurting over Jess. He was confusing his love for Jess to love for me, thats all, heâs not In love me. Heâs in love with the idea of love because he had that, then he lost it in the blink of an eye and then he sees us together. He just needs some time and he needs us to help him get back out there find a distraction, hey maybe even find the love of his life like m-â you stopped yourself quickly, Dean opened his mouth to say something but you quickly jumped back in
âWe should take him out tomorrow, thereâs a bar down the block. I saw it when we were driving earlier, it looks like it could be fun, what do ya say?â Deans eyes crinkled as he smiled lovingly at you. He loved how much you looked out for Sammy, itâs part of what made him fall in love with you. âIâm down, any time I get to spend with you I am down for itâ dean told you taking your hand in his placing a soft kiss to it âhow about we crack open those beers over there eat some junk food and watch a little Dr sexy?â Dean suggested. You smiled and nodded your head âi love that ideaâ you leaned up to give him a quick kiss before he grabbed the goods.
You were hours into the doctor sexy marathon you and dean had unintentionally started. Deans arm hung loosely around your waist while you cuddled comfortably into his warm side, your leg wrapped loosely around deans hips. You looked up to see deans green eyes lolling to sleep slowly, still somewhat awake âdean?â You whispered, his eyes opened quickly and he let out a low âyeah?â And turned his gaze to you âwhy were you so nervous earlier? Before I went to Samâs room?â He sighed his body tensing slightly under you âI just⊠I hated the idea of you talking to Sam about his little crush on you because well, your my girl⊠and I love youâ dean rushed out the end and your head snapped upÂ
âYou what?â You asked your chest suddenly feeling tighter like your heart was about to explode âi love you sweetheartâ dean told you more clearly this time. A smile immediately overcame your face as you rushed down to press a hard kiss on deans lips. Dean responded right away, his hands wrapping around your hips to pull you on top of him⊠well more than you already were
You pulled back slightly from the kiss pressing your forehead against his âI love you too Dean Winchester, so fucking much babyâ you giggled your lips brushing against his in each movement. Dean pulled you back into another deep kiss his big rough hands squeezed your ass before moving up your waist to pull your shirt off leaving you in your black lacy bra. Your squealed into deans mouth when he ripped your bra in half, pulling the ruined fabric off off your arms baring your breasts to him. Deans lips detached from your swollen ones, he attacked you chest immediately placing kissing app over your chest, sucking love marks all over you, especially on your sweet spot to mark his territory.
Sam who was in the next room slammed a pillow over his head to drown out your screams of pleasure, Sam lied to you earlier, he meant it when he said he was in love with you. But when he saw your panic and how you talked about your one for his brother he panicked and wanted to take each word back, thatâs why when you mentioned it being confusion over his love for Jess he jumped at it. He would never do anything to hurt you or dean he loved you both way to much to ever even think about doing that to either of you, thatâs why he was just going to have to swallow his feelings and curse chuck for not having you both meet first. He wished every damn night that he met you before dean, constantly living in guilt Sam knew he had to take his feelings for you and bury them deep inside of him, a life with you was just wishful thinking for the younger Winchester.Â
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Could you write reader Fucking Miguel and leaving him full of cum and desperate while having a cage on getting so desperate and needy and then making him go to meetings and patrols
And could it be villain reader
a/n: your mind is yummyyyy, never thought of villain reader. well i kinda did, but ur's activated a deep part of my brain that was like yeahh this one. anyway, hope ya like :]
Bottom! Miguel O'Hara x Villain! Male Reader
words: 2.6k
warnings: humiliation, anal sex, butt plug, chastity device (cock cage), smut
âWe really should go out on a date sometime, hm?â You said, rolling your hips with a particularly sharp thrust into the trembling man. The man was bent over a desk, claws gripping the desk and kept spewing out broken cries as you fucked him.
âPlease let me cum, I-I canât take it anymore.. please!â He begged, wailing as you continued to rock in him.
Your eyes darkened and grabbed the back of his head, rubbing his head into the desk. âI warned you Spidey not to be late or Iâll blow up everyone in that damned bank,â You leaned down, snarling in his ear and picked up the pace, fucking him harder into the desk.
Miguel arched his back and a silent cry escaped his mouth, clenching around your cock harder. He could feel his eyes roll to the back of his head as you continued your relentless pace, digging your hand into his head and hips. You groaned at the feeling of his tight ass, sucking you in deeper. âHaha, itâs a good thing that Nuevaâs number one whore will do anything to protect them, right darling?â
Shame and arousal coursed within Miguel as you reminded the man how he got to this predicament.
It had been another night of patrolling Nueva York, he was alone this time around which meant his pace of dealing with criminals slowed. During one of his fights, he forgot the arrangement made between you and him on meeting at a specific location. He only realized after the fight, hearing a loud explosion in the distance that you were upset at his delayed arrival. Making his way as fast as he could, he found you standing at the top of a bank, detonator in hand. Spider-Man knew that only the left side of the bank that had no civilianâs was blown and he revealed himself, carefully walking closer to you and the tied up woman at his feet.
âOh! Spider-Man, so good of you to finally join us,â You sneered at him, stepping over the hostage under your foot.
âV/n, let the girl go. Itâs me that you want, not her.â
You huffed at the man and picked up the woman off the floor by her hair, shoving the detonator in her face. She cried harder and screamed every time the button was slightly pressed up against her cheek, desperately staring at the hero. âUnfortunately, Iâm not interested in pets that refuse ordersâ You spoke plainly, moving your hand to the womanâs face, gripping it in your palm. âMaybe I should take this one and train it properly, hm? Sheâd make a fine slut donât you think?â You purred, wiping the womanâs tears away with your thumb as she cried harder.
Miguel was about to take another step before you angrily jabbed the detonator in his direction.
âOne more fucking step and everyone blows up right now, stay back.â You hissed, the woman began to tremble more and pleaded to be let go. âLook what youâve done Spidey! The poor lamb is so scaredâ
âYou can do anything you want with me, just let her go V/n.â
âAnything?â You mused.
âHeh, fine then. Catch,â You laughed, shoving the detonator in the woman's mouth and throwing her off the building. Miguel jumped to save her, wrapping his arms around her and landed on the floor. Taking the device out of her mouth, quickly disarming it before looking back up, only to find you had disappeared.
Gritting his teeth, Miguel went to chase after you, leaving the woman and the police force to handle the rest of the situation. He caught up to you, jumping from rooftops and hovering cars before slipping through an alleyway.
Still hot on your tail, Miguel clawed on the walls of the alley, but felt a strong tug on his foot that slammed him into an old abandoned office, a dark snicker coming from above him. Miguel felt his anger rising and began trading blows with you. Punching you square on the face while you kicked at his side, watching as he tumbled into a corner. He growled, claws protruding as he pounced at you once more, blocking his claws with your knife.
The fight continued for some time, both of men bleeding from cuts and bruised from the battle. You had the heroâs chest pinned against the desk and arms clasped in your grip, rutting against his ass, groaning at the feeling. Miguel returning your grinding with his own, stifled a low whine behind his clenched teeth hoping to stop any noises from escaping. You laughed at his attempt to stop himself from giving you the pleasure that he enjoyed your toying.
âWhy hide that youâre enjoying this slut? If you give me your ass, I could do much more than just this, darlingâ You cooed, giving him a particular strong thrust, a small whine slipping past his lips.
âOr should I disable it for you?â
Miguel craned his neck to look at you and tensed, before the pixels covering his ass dissipated, revealing that he had nothing on underneath. You grinned, slithering your hand from his arms to grab a handful of his cheeks. âNot even wearing anything decent underneath, you really love to give easy access to anyone that promises to fuck youâ You said, kneading the mound in your hands then slapping it, repeating the action a few more times. Each slap eliciting a small groan or moan that got progressively louder as you hit harder.
âDonât mind if I do then, doll.â
Was all Miguel remembered as for the next few minutes you began your assault on him. Eating and pounding his ass into the hard desks while he tried, but failed to maintain some dignity as if he wasnât just some shameless whore moaning and begging for one of the city's notorious villains. Leading to the current situation where heâs been begging to cum after youâve denied his requests multiple times, citing that he should just be a good whore and take what he gets.
Your breath hitched as you mercilessly pounded into him, soon to reach your own pleasure. Miguel let out a wanton cry as his vision turned white, body trembling, trying to contain his desire to cum all over the desk. The sight of how the man squirms underneath you spurs you on, balls tighten as you fucked into him as roughly as you could.
Miguel begging slurred as he barely managed any coherent word. Leading to the quivering manâs orgasm wrenched from him with a drawled moan, spilling all over the desk with some dripping to the floor. Realizing that he failed to adhere to your command, he clenched around your shaft in hopes for your forgiveness.
You grit your teeth at the action and thrusted harder, slamming into the man continuously then stilled as your cum coated his walls. Letting out a deep groan as emptied inside, determined to fill him full. Miguel pitifully whined at the feeling, even more so when you left. You returned with a plug in your hand and eased it into him, hearing him softly groan at the intrusion.
Miguel began to catch his breath, loosening his grip on the desk now that he no longer needed to hold on for life at the force of your thrusts.
âOh donât relax just yet doll, weâre not done hereâ You grinned, flipping him on his back. Miguel didnât put up a fight as you manhandled him, only getting curious when he felt cold metal encase his flaccid cock.
âWhat the hell do you think youâre doing?â Miguel hissed at the cold feeling, lifting his body off the desk to get a better look.
âIâve decided to extend our little session together Spidey, extending your punishmentâ You muttered, adjusting the chastity device around his cock, a pleased hum as it fit perfectly. The man grabbed your other hand that held the key and met his gaze.
âI have no use for a pet that doesnât listen to orders, much less one that disobeysâ You stated, grabbing the manâs face. His mask hid his expression, but you could feel his conviction from your words. Releasing your hand from his grasp and over his caged dick, aligning the key at the top with the lock. âSo then, will you accept your punishment and wait for orders or do I have to use extreme measures?â You spoke lowly, bored eyes staring into the hero.
Miguel bit his lip in thought, âIf I wear that, donât terrorize the city for the week, promise that.â
âTrying to set demands with me? You really need to know your placeâ You tutted, giving him a sly smile before continuing, âFine, since youâre the best free slut in this city.â You chuckled darkly and slipped the key into the lock, pocketing the key.
âClean yourself up, your little spider friends should be arriving soon. Be good until then, pet.â You warned, escaping through a door, leaving the man to make himself presentable before he could be caught. Just as he was about finished, the wall busted open as the Scarlet Spider and Spider Woman arrived.
âThat was a perfect dramatic entrance, now whereâs the V/n. Â Iâll trap him with my amazing biceps, maybe get some work in with my quads, while you back me up.â Ben rasped, flexing his arms and scanned around the room.
âHe got away,â Miguel snapped, turning to leave, a slight limp noticeable as he walked.
âYou alright there? Seems like he had you good if you're walking like thatâ Jess asked, watching as the man tensed and straightened his back. âYou can ride with me if you want.â
âNo thanks, Iâm fine. Letâs just get back to HQ and finish up the meeting for todayâ Miguel said, jumping out of the wall. He groaned as he could feel the plug nested so deeply inside and grit his teeth to stop himself from moaning.
Ben huffed, upset that there wasnât going to be any action and followed behind, Jess riding along besides him.
Once at headquarters, Miguel could barely think straight as he desperately tried not to think about how full he felt with your cum still warm. He bit the inside of his cheek, not wanting to let out a needy whine in front of everyone. Worse when he felt his dick twitching at the thought yet was confined in its cage. It served to remind him of how he was under your mercy and only you could decide to give him relief. Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose, helplessly trying to will his boner away while a gentle hand was placed on his shoulder.
âYou alright Miguel? If itâs about V/n, weâre sure to catch him next time buddy.â Peter softly spoke, Mayday tilting her head at the anguished expression on his face. Not wanting to draw more attention to himself, he calmly stated to the father, âIâm fine Peter, Iâll handle it on my own.â
Peter wanted to say more, but Miguel stood and walked to the front of the office to give an overview of the current state of the multiverse. He had hoped it would distract him from any thoughts surrounding V/n and how he wanted nothing more than to track down the man, kneeling at his feet.
The sentiment continued as he returned back to the city on patrol, hoping to find the villain as he could feel his cock stirred in its cage. He wasnât alone this time and was joined by the Spectacular Spider-Man much to his chagrin. They had heard a manâs terrified screams that led them to a group of thugs giving him a beat down.
Miguel and the young Peter Parker had assumed that it would be a relatively simple job as they were just average thugs. But as the fight continued with only two down and three more to go, they realized they were much tougher than anticipated. Still, nothing they canât handle. Then they heard a deep, menacingly laugh coming from above, one that Miguel knew all too well.
âV/n!â Miguel and Peter yelled. Watching the man smile and bowed to greet his audience.
âPleasure to be of service, though Iâm only interested in one of you spiders yelling my name.â You purred, eyes locking onto Miguelâs, even if you couldnât see his eyes.
âBoss! Donât worry about these guys, Iâll take care of themâ Peter said as he threw one of the henchmen into the wall. âYou chase after him! Iâll take care of the guy who's hurt too.â
Miguel nodded and crawled up to the roof, chasing after the man once more. A mixture of anger that his heroic side wanted to capture you and put you in prison where you belong, but an overwhelming desire to continue where they left off.
He watched as you turned the corner and slipped into an opened window. Carefully coming up to the small entrance, he squeezed in and stood inside the apartment. There was rustling coming from a door down the hall and silently crept towards the noise. Peering into the door was V/n lighting a candle with a match and flicking the dead stick into a corner, a pleasant aroma filling the air.
âItâs good that itâs just you here, Iâd hate for us to be rudely interruptedâ You said, turning the lamp on the dresser on before sitting on the chair across from the bed. Miguel disabled his location and sent a quick message to young Peter not to worry about him. He was about to walk into the room when you shook your head, tutting your lips at him.
âCrawl,â You demanded.
Miguel was apprehensive about doing such a degrading act, but with his cock starting to beg for the manâs attention, the pain and arousal of being trapped in a cage swept over him. You pat your thigh as he slowly get's down on his hands and knees, crawling to you. He felt so humiliated even if there was no one around, making him clench around the plug.
Once he was nestled between your legs, you murmured a gentle âGood boyâ and softly petted his head, as if he was your loving pet, a dog begging for attention. Clasping your hand at the back of his head, you shoved his face into your dick bulging in your pants. Miguel felt part of his anger reignite, wanting to curse you out in Spanish, but his body betrayed him and a low whine emerged from his throat.
Pixels dissipated from his mask, allowing only his mouth available and began to mouth at your cock, hoping to please you. It only fueled his embarrassment and shame as he kept letting out needy moans, acting like some cheap whore for a man who should be put behind bars.
You chuckled at his pathetic state and watched as the man who denied that he enjoys being treated as such, didnât even realize he began to hump your leg. Moving his head away, you unbuckle your belt and pull your cock free from his restraints, something the man longed for as well.
âCâmon thenâ you paused, watching Miguel look up at you. Behind the mask covering his eyes, you could feel his lustful gaze through it and grinned, licking your lips.
âGet back to work, whore.â
You were going to have fun breaking him.
a/n: not all that sure if anyone would be exactly interested, but part of V/n was inspired by the Joker. but like fanfiction joker, if that makes sense which prolly doesnât. the types where heâs like crazy but like doing just enough to keep the villain title going so Batman keeps going for him. well at least from the ones Iâve read, heheh.
up next: reader request! leon s kennedy x top male reader. leon and reader, top of the academy students and fierce rivals. must learn to work together to rescue ashley from the insane cult. god bless her soul if she's got to deal with those angry horny dogs.
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Smitten
I had this idea for a JayTim that I want to share.Â
Obviously there is no canon here, for the record.Â
In addition we have a version of Jack and Janet Drake that do love their son, they just have a really bad grasp on age appropriate supervision and activities. They honestly believe that a nine year old can be left alone with only a periodic check from a housekeeper (Also they are aware that Tim leaves the premises almost every night with a camera, they also believe this is a reasonable activity). Like the very embodiment âtheyâre confused, but they got spiritâ. Believe me when I say this will be relevant later.
We are also bringing Jason and Timâs ages just a hair closer together. This starts with Jason being 14 and Tim being 13, at the annual holiday Wanye Gala. This particular time Jack, Janet, and Tim are in attendance.Â
It starts with some boorish rich asshole, a little too drunk and being stupid about it, making an insulting comment about Janet Drake, heard by Tim. Now Tim loves his mother, and does not appreciate this man who insulted her.Â
Thirteen year old Tim verbally eviscerates this man, his voice an icy even tone that everyone around recognized from Timâs mother Janet. Timâs diatribe of insults and threats leverages this man's secrets, his fears, and insecurities that he didn't even realize he had. Ten minutes in, this man begins to cry. Just the complete, public, destruction of a middle aged rich drunk by a tiny thirteen year old. The Drake family proceeds to exit after Tim winds down, never looking back (it was later in the evening anyway).
Jason, standing off to one side next to Dick, falls immediately and completely in love. Smitten through and through. The first words out of his mouth, after the Drakes leave, is âWeâre going to get married on that boyâs 18th birthdayâ. This was heard by just about everyone present. Jason did not even know Timâs name yet.
By the next morning Jason has used the BatComputer to discover that his future spouse is named Timothy Drake, he lives next door, and that he is 14 months younger than Jason. At breakfast Jason very seriously, though a touch maniacally, tells Bruce that he would be marrying Tim when Tim turned 18, and that before that point they would be telling Tim about their ânightlifeâ on the grounds that âwe should not start our marriage off with secretsâ. Jason magnanimously told Bruce that he had until Tim was 17 to get his feelings under control about the reveal (to give a full year before the wedding, in case Tim needed an adjustment period or Jason needed to win him back). Â
Bruce is already very tired.Â
Jason finds any occasion to seek out Tim Drake, to get to know his future spouse (the entire time Jason Mantra-having gotten some good advice from Alfred about becoming friends with and maybe dating Tim before anything else-is âDonât start talking about the wedding, donât start talking about the weddingâ). Also every piece of romantic knowledge/flirting knowledge that Jason has comes from the regency era/Victorian era romances he reads.Â
Tim, for his part, believes that Jason (Timâs Robin and crush) has figured out that Tim knows Robinâs identity and is trying to subtly figure out how much Tim knows and what he is going to do about it; but for some reason Jason is not asking directly and Tim is enjoying getting closer to the other boy, so he does not admit to what he knows.Â
This leads to some painfully stilted conversations and weird interactions, but every so often both will forget to be awkward and it becomes clear, whenever they actually act naturally, that they are very well matched.Â
To the Gotham Elites, this is the best entertainment in years. Between Bruce Wayneâs âBrucieâ act and Dickâs feral behavior growing up, Jasonâs bookish politeness makes him the âbest behavedâ Wayne and honestly the most well liked one. Combined that with how sweet he is acting with Tim and  that this all started with Tim defending his mother, well this is the love story of the ages, happening right in front of them.Â
Bruce and the Drakes are already fielding requests for invitations to the wedding. On a slightly more creepy note they are also receiving offers to be a surrogate for the boyâs to âcontinue the bloodlineâ when the time comes.Â
Bruce is honestly wondering if everyone forgot that Jason is adopted. Dick comes to Gotham more often, because he is also finding this immensely entertaining.Â
A few months in, this leads to Batman, Nightwing, and Robin finding Tim taking pictures on a rooftop in the Bowery. In Timâs rush to apologize (he is starting to feel a bit guilty about his picture taking pictures of the Bats now that he has an actual relationship-where he believes that they know he knows who they are-instead of a parasocial relationship) it becomes clear that Tim knows their civilian identities and that they did not know that Tim knew their civilian identities.Â
Tim gives his explanation (a quadruple flip that only a few people in the world can do and connecting the dots from there). Jason immediately blurts out âGo on a date with me?â and is quite proud that he kept the âMarry me?â behind his teeth (The earliest they could get married in New Jersey is 17, and only with parental consent. Jason had 4 years to convince the Drakes to let him marry their son, 5 if they donât like him). Tim turns bright red and squeaks out a âYesâ.Â
The next gala they enter holding hands. Dick is quickly sought after by the Elite for gossip. Dick confirms that Tim and Jason are now dating, and that Jason insisted on a chaperone for their dates (Jason is still working off the regency/victorian era romantic relationships) so that nothing would âbesmirch Timâs honorâ. There is an entire crowd of cooing Gothamites around Dick as they discuss how these two got even more adorable, all the while watching Jason and Tim surreptitiously.Â
At some point Bruce has to have a very surreal conversation with Jack and Janet Drake about when it is appropriate to leave one's children alone and for how long and at what ages. Jack and Janet, upon being convinced that they should not leave their 13 year old alone for weeks or months at a time, rearrange their future plans so that one of them is almost always home (and on the few occasions that they would have to Tim by himself, Tim would stay with the Waynes).
By the way, Jack and Janet love Jason, they can see how much he makes their son happy and are glad to support the relationship. Â
Now I see this continuing one of two ways.Â
The first way is that this derails Ethiopia. Jason still fights with Batman, but runs to Janet Drake (who is home) and Tim. He does not discover that Catherine is not his mother until later, but is not missing parental influences and does some digging but does not go to meet Sheila. Tim becomes Oracleâs apprentice.
Alternately, it does not derail Ethiopia. Janet and Jack, on one of the few business trips that required both of them, is woken up by a call from an inconsolable Tim who tells them Jason has been killed by the Joker (both Jack and Janet having been let in on the secret at some point). Janet immediately hires Deathstroke and Talia Al Ghul to kill the Joker (Janet contemplated having them bring the Joker to her, so she could do it and make sure he understood why-he killed her future son in law and made her son cry- but realized that the why would never actually matter to Joker) and paid extra to make it look like natural causes (to lessen the attention on the bastard). Two weeks after Jason Toddâs funeral, the Joker dropped dead of an apparent heart attack, there was not even enough time to get him back in Arkham.Â
The Gotham Elite treat Tim like a bereaved widow, despite Jason never getting to have the âletâs get married when we are old enoughâ talk with him. Jack Drake gets to have his own surreal talk with Bruce Wayne about accepting help, and therapy, after Jasonâs death. Tim picks up the Robin mantle to feel closer to Jason, and to distract himself from grief.Â
Jason (Now 17) is brought back and Talia does find him. In this she does have good intentions (She knows that Damian is going to need to be sent to his father eventually, and hopes that helping Jason will endear Talia to Bruce enough that she can still see her son), plus a connection to Janet Drake and the knowledge that Janet had the Joker killed for Jason. So as soon as Jasonâs madness ebbs enough to travel she brings him straight to Janet Drake's door. By then enough time has passed that it is three days before Timâs 17th birthday.  Â
Jante takes one look at Jason and goes âHmm, I was wondering what we were getting Tim for his birthday this yearâ.
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im begging you to write a part 2 of vigilante reader because the way you write??? the dynamic between reader and jason??? the sex tension???are chef kiss!!!
thanks very much! part 2 and I couldn't put off the reveal bc I'm just too impatient lol 𫶠but I might write another part post-reveal? maybe? cuz I'm growing attached to these two <3
jason todd x gn!vigilante!reader (nocturne). tw explosions, smoke inhalation, reader passes out, canon typical violence, identity reveal, asshole bruce. jason is in love? jason is in love.
read pt 1 here! | all fics are reblogged to @sanguinelibrary
****
"Go home."
"Bruce, Iâ"
Bruce looks at you, eyes sharp with fury and... something else. Something older.
The others know how to talk back. You still haven't gained the courage to sass The Batman.
"Go. Home. If you need an escort, I can call Superman."
You take a step back at his coldness.
"Bruce, I know I messed up, letting Hood escape butâ"
"Yes, you did. You deliberately disobeyed an order. I told everybody to stand down. He could've killed you."
But he didn't, you don't say. He could've, but he chose not to.
He'd felt safe.
"I had it under control, honestly. He wasn'tâit wasn't like the other encounters you've had with him. He wouldn't have hurt me."
That is the wrong thing to say. You realize that after the words leave your mouth and the muscles in Bruce's jaw jump.
"You can't be this naive. I know I wouldn't have chosen someone who's this naive," he says savagely. "You know Hood can't be trusted, and you're defending him to me. We've seen time and again he's rogue. He doesn't make sense and that's exactly why he's dangerous."
"But if you would just listenâ"
"Enough," he snaps. "Enough. Go home. I'm suspending you for three weeks."
"Three wâI'm not even injured!" you cry.
"No, but you need the time. You're not thinking clearly. Go. I don't want to see you until next month."
You press your lips together before you say something truly foul. Something about Batman's habit of pushing people away. Something about dead Robins.
You don't let the tears fall until you leave the Cave. This is all Hood's fault. You know it would've been a different conversation if you'd managed to successfully capture him.
You'll take down the Red Hood if it's the last thing you do.
****
It takes you approximately two days to break your suspension.
In your defense, you meant to follow Bruce's orders. You would've stayed put and helped Barbara with research instead.
But not at the expense of civilian lives.
"All units to Canal and Riverview, 10-80. Standby. Do not enter the factory until given clearance from the Bomb Squad."
You turn off the police scanner and stuff it in your drawer. In Gotham, explosions usually come in multiples. If there's one, there's bound to be another. The police are generally inept when it comes to evacuating civilians. You know one of the other Bats are on their way, but you're the closest to the docks.
You glance at your suit. No. If you go as Nocturne, Batman might suspend you indefinitely.
You grab your gas mask and put on a black hoodie and a domino mask. You'll just have to make do.
The marina is blanketed in thick smoke. It makes your eyes water. But in the commotion it causes, you're able to slip past the barriers and help workers out of the factory. It's difficult because without the suit, people don't give you the same trust and respect. But you're anonymous, and that's all that matters.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
You ignore the voice and keep hauling two elderly workers towards the exit. They're barely outside before you turn around, determined to clear every level of the factory.
You're yanked backward by a hand on your hoodie. You nearly lose your footing, but the hand is firm, dragging you towards the pier.
You're spun around and put face to face with a red helmet.
Oh, of all the fuckingâ
"Let go of me!" you shout, smacking his arm. Hood's grip tightens.
"I will as soon as you stop doing stupid shit. What were you thinking, coming here?"
You pause. Whoops. This isn't how a plain civilian would react to being apprehended by the Red Hood.
And that's definitely not how the Red Hood would react to getting swatted by a random civilian. Shit.
"I was, um, I was thinking I could help," you say haltingly. "P-please don't hurt me, Mr. Hood, I wasâ"
Hood sighs and lets you go, then tucks his gun into his holster.
"Cut the shit. I know you're Nocturne. I also know that you need some acting lessons because what the hell was that? Mr. Hood?"
A chill washes over you. "I don't know what you mean. Nocturne?"
Hood shakes his head. "I don't have time for this. The building's gonna collapse any second. Stay. Put."
He goes back toward the smoking entrance. Your eye twitches as you follow him.
"Last time I checked, you don't have that kind of authority, Hood."
He turns around and looms over you. "Don't I?"
Anyone else would back down. You might've a week ago. You should, after the tongue lashing Bruce gave you.
But there's no soot on Hood's helmet or vest. He doesn't smell sweet like gasoline or pungent like motor oil.
He was in the factory to help.
Something shifts. Batman is wrong. Batman is more wrong than he's ever been.
Because Hood's not the enemy here. Not anymore. Maybe not ever.
You push past Hood. "It'll be faster if we work together."
"Oh, absolutely not. You're not even in your suit."
"As per your request," you say, flashing a plastic smile. "You're welcome."
"Don't get cute with me, youâhey!"
You dart past him and go straight into the factory. Hood shouts your name, which makes you pause, just for a moment.
But revealed identity or not, you need to clear the building. So you pull on your mask and run faster.
Your worst fear is confirmed when you check the upper level: someone was missed in the evacuation. It's a worker, and she's unconscious.
You don't think about how explosions come in pairs in Gotham. Don't think about how long it'll take to get to the exit.
You take off your mask and slide it onto her face. The smoke burns your throat immediately, but you ignore it and lift her in a fireman carry, just as you were taught all those years ago by Robin. He's the one who taught you how to save people without relying on brute strength or height.
You hope he's alright, wherever he is. You hope he's not too upset seeing you rush into a burning building.
That's your last thought when you see the entrance. Your face is covered in sweat and grime. The heat from the fires is exhausting. You can feel your eyes beginning to close.
"There's something seriously wrong with you," a decoded voice says in your ear, and then the woman's weight is lifted from your shoulders.
Hood grabs your hand, the woman over his opposite shoulder, and you make it out just as the second explosion goes off. It knocks you forward.
Hood puts the woman down just in time to catch you. His arm is around your waist, the other hand cradling your head. His gloved thumb touches your mouth, and you feel his dawning realization as he finally sees your mask on the woman.
"Don't tell Ba'man," you slur.
"Jesus fuckâ" Hood starts to drag you. You feel lightheaded. He's moving, and you wish he'd stop. "You don't take off your mask. You never take off your mask. We taught you that!"
"She was unconscious, J'y..."
Arms tighten around you. Everything goes dark.
****
You wake up to the smell of scrambling eggs.
For a moment, you just bask in the smell. It smells like Alfred's breakfast scramble. Bacon. Butter. Golden potatoes.
Then you wake up further and realize that you're not in the Manor. You're in your apartment.
So who's cooking?
You get up quietly, slipping out of your room. You pause in front of the full-length mirror.
Honestly, you've looked worse. Your hair needs a wash, and you're in the same clothes you went into the building with, which are now a little charred. But your face is clean of soot, and your throat hurts only a little.
The kitchen sink runs. You slowly creep out into the living room, keeping your breathing even and silent.
The mess of black hair, you recognize. Sort of. You might've mistaken him for Bruce if you didn't know that Bruce has a lifetime ban from kitchens all over the world.
He's too tall to be Dick. Too skilled in the kitchen to be Bruce. Too nice to be Bruce, tooâyou can't imagine Bruce Wayne making you eggs. Especially when you disobeyed his orders. Again.
The red helmet on the kitchen stool turns your blood to ice.
You grab the letter opener from a drawer and wait a few seconds to see if Hood's heard you. Then you throw the letter opener with near perfect aim at his exposed shoulder.
He catches it without turning.
Your heart skips a beat. Every time you think you might get the drop on him, Hood reminds you just how competent he really is.
A mix of fear, aggravation, and something you don't want to examine too closely swirls in your gut.
"Impressive," he says. "Dami been training you? Mama Al-Ghul spent a lot of time on his knife lessons."
"Why are you in my apartment?"
Hood sets the letter opener down on the counter and turns off the stove. Then he serves the breakfast scramble on two plates, then sprinkles chives over them.
This is the weirdest kidnapping ever.
He sighs, back still facing you.
"You can't tell anyone it's me," he says.
"You make a lot of demands for a guy who just used the last of my eggs."
Hood laughs. It sounds wet. It sounds like grief.
"God, I've missed ya, honeylove."
Your heart pounds. You try to find another weapon, anything. Hood doesn't give you the chance.
He turns around.
The first thing you see is the stark white streak of hair and the curls you once loved. The curls that were near unrecognizable in the casket.
You were right: Batman was wrong.
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