#falls to knees and rips shirt open crying

[mr-bugs]

if your name starts with 'darkara' and ends with 'i' it's on sight /silly

[m-ayo-o]

thinking of husband nanami kento who is really into playing with your pussy through your panties!

so much so, that he often asks you to wear his favourite pair.

"which pair are you wearing tonight, darling?" he would ask during your evening out.

"the pretty white pair, just like you asked, kento~" you chime back, adoring this more sexually perverted side to your usually sweet and caring husband.

and with the way he's thinking, it is getting so perverse he needs to take you home immediately.

spreading his legs on the couch, he gets you comfortable on top, and feels up your inner thighs until he finds what he wants.

"that's it, sweetheart," he encourages you to open your legs wider for him and expose the sweet spot nestled in your core.

which is where his thumb rests, right at your centre, rubbing up and down.

the gentle motion, paired with the heat coming from his body and his voice in your ear, is enough to get you wet through the material.

and that's just how he likes it; seeping through the thin fabric of those pretty white panties.

"soaked already, honey?" the timbre of his voice makes you quiver on his lap. your thighs clench and he knows you're already close.

"just teasing, baby," he kisses your cheek from his position behind you, his golden hair tickling your neck, "let me get on my knees."

those words alone are enough to get you dripping down your thighs.

"y-yes, kento~"

you find yourself sitting above him with your legs being spread by large, masculine, familiar hands.

the gold band of his ring glistens in the low light, accentuating the beauty of the man below you.

"yes, just like that, good girl," he purrs and settles between your legs. his thighs bulge as he kneels, drawing your attention further down to the tent in his tight pants.

it's throbbing, getting harder the closer his lips get to your wet, messy panties.

his tongue reaches out, connecting to your core, and his throat forces out a guttural grunt.

his teeth find the saturated material, and he only just restrains himself from ripping them to shreds.

sliding his tongue out, he returns to his original mission; making you cum through your panties.

he pleasures you, licking you up and down your barely clothed labia, focusing on the sweet spot of your clit.

the relentless licking and restrained groans coming from his chest make you whimper. your breath falters, your hands gripping tight to the chair below you as you let out a shrill cry.

"ken..to- ahh-- fuckk..!!"

your legs are shaking. he can taste the liquid you're spilling through your panties.

but he's not satisfied.

taking you to bed, he lays you down with care and unbuckles his tight, restrictive pants.

releasing his cock from his shorts he arches over your body that's dewy with sweat, glistening from the aftermath of your first orgasm.

pumping himself a few times, he nestles his lips into your neck and mutters something.

"sorry.. sweetheart.." he's embarrassed, "i need to.."

and he slides his cock into your soaking wet panties.

he pumps his dick in and out of the tight material, giving him enough lubrication and friction to get off.

you look down, seeing the way his dick pushes into your panties, pulling them tight over the smooth head, all covered in your wet mess, combining with his precum, and you moan at the sight.

"uhh.." he groans as he starts coming undone- your composed and elegant husband is moaning profanities into your ear from fucking your soaking wet panties.

he rubs the head of his cock over your pussy. but not in.

he's not even penetrating you and he's getting breathless.

his moaning soon falls off, into heated panting as he presses kiss after kiss to your tender neck.

and the way the smooth head of his cock is teasing your puffy clit is sending you spiralling out of control as you clutch onto the shirt that you've nearly ripped off his back.

"ken-- kentoo..." you whimper for him, through the relentless pleasure.

"sweet-- heart.." his hands pin your hips to the bed and he pulls away in the peak of this heated moment to look down.

the sight of his cock, pulling tight against the material of your panties makes his abs clench up with pleasure.

"c-close.." he murmurs, giving your clit a few final touches before his cock starts pulsing, squirting ropes of cum through the lacy material.

"uh.. aah--" he groans, his brow squeezed together in pleasure as he looks down at you.

"god, i've made a mess.." he mutters, slipping his cock out of your panties and dragging them down your legs.

"let me clean you up, darling.."

kento

[robo-writing]

Silly little thing inspired by this post

From the moment Logan came home he was acting strange—handsy, far more than usual, a glint in his eyes you’ve never seen before. Really, how could you deny your own curiosity when you felt him against your back, bulge pressing against your backside as his hands wormed their way up your shirt.

“Been waiting for you all day,” he mumbles against your skin, pinching your nipples between his two fingers, sliding his thickening cock against your ass. “Miss me sweetheart? Because I sure as hell missed you.”

In the time it takes for you to nod your head he’s already ripped your shirt open, your gasp of surprise soon overshadowed by the moan that leaves you when his hand moves to rub against your pussy over your jeans. His voice in your ear is sin itself, the sound of it enough to have you weak in the knees.

“Let’s go upstairs darling, wanna show you just how much I missed you.”

Like hell he needed to tell you twice.

Logan’s got you on your knees within minutes, large palms gripping your hips with certainty, the movement of his hips against your backside leaving you starry-eyed—You don’t know what came over him, but you do know that whatever it is, you love it.

Rough, predatory even, he folds himself against your body, grunting with each thrust as his cock batters into you, sweat lining your skin as you try your best to keep up with each movement of his hips. Even so, you can’t help how badly your body burns with exhaustion. An arm wraps around your stomach, pulling you toward his chest, keeping you steady as he fucks up into you like a man possessed.

You’re on cloud nine, floating above your own body, so beside yourself with pleasure that you give yourself fully to Logan, letting him fuck your weakened body like a toy. Your vocabulary becomes limited to cries of his name, your fingers splayed against his thighs, his voice growling into your neck.

“Good girl, stay just like that, lemme make you feel good,” he says, lapping at your open mouth. “Lemme think for you, just focus on how good it feels, yeah? Stay with me doll.”

Your head lolls to the side, a sloppy attempt at a kiss before you separate with a whine. The mounting pressure has your fingers moving towards the base of his cock, surprise gripping you when you feel how it swells beneath your fingers.

That’s certainly new.

Logan’s none the wiser, if anything the presence of your fingers only spurs him further into your warm cunt, drooling at the sudden overstimulation. “Holy shit—keep your hand right there, Jesus Christ—“

Somehow his hips move even faster, battering his swollen cock even further into your poor, abused pussy, desperate to fit himself as far as he can inside you. Your warnings fall on deaf ears, even as you beg him to listen Logan’s far more interested in stuffing you nice and full to give a shit. “Fuck, fuck, Logan—“

“Shh, fuck—“ His fingers against your clit silence your protests, your legs shaky as he continues to fuck into you. “Just be quiet f’me, that’s it—oh god—“

He keeps you nice and pliant in his arms, too cock-drunk and brainless to care about the fact that the pressure inside your pussy is growing, or care about the fact that Logan’s practically drooling against your neck, biting, licking, sucking at any exposed skin his teeth can reach. “Feel so good, so fucking good—“

You cry out his name when you cum, your juices running down your thighs and soaking his cock as he continues to fuck into you, pinning you by your arms even further into the bedsheets. Back arched, face down, ass up—his weight against your back makes you seize, your breath caught in your chest when you suddenly feel something growing larger inside of you.

It’s soon followed by the familiar warmth of him spilling inside of you, so much more than you’re used to. His cum fills you up, so much so that you feel it slipping free from where his cock is plugged inside of you, his hips still moving even if his cock is firmly locked inside of you.

It takes you far longer than you care to admit to gather yourself, your fingers reaching down to touch where his cock swells, your hips tentatively shaking only to find that it doesn’t move from you an inch. The action has him pulling you back into him, his hot breath fanning against your cheek.

“Don’t move, please,” he begs, desperation laced in his voice. “Too fuckin’ sensitive, fuck—“

“Logan,” you whine, trying to pull yourself away again. “Can’t move, you’re heavy—“

He grunts in response, slowly turning the both of you on your side, his large arms hugging you still as he’s locked inside your pussy. It’s now you can look down and see just how fat the base of him is, lodged so far inside of you that it makes your stomach bulge just that bit more.

Your whisper is that of morbid curiosity and a bit of awe, fingers tracing where your stomach protrudes with the weight of him. “Logan, what the fuck?”

“What?” He mumbles half-heartedly, and you have to grab his hand and show him exactly what you’re talking about, his head lifting to see his swollen dick disappearing in your cunt.

“What the fuck…” he whispers back, equally in awe of…whatever the hell this is.

“Is that normal?” You ask, and he shakes his head.

“No it is not,” he says, hissing when he gives an experimental thrust. “Feels fuckin’ good though.”

[darylbae]

there’s just smth about daryl seeing you injured maybe a broken leg or even an amputated one from a bite and limping, someone holding you up as you walk. he’d almost run over to you and pick you up.

a dumb idea — daryl dixon 🩰

in which you were injured on a run, and daryl can't bare to see you that way without helping.

Rick had chosen you for a run, not alone, but for you to go. He'd seen you were quick, efficient with your melee weapons, and were probably one of the best choices. You were joining Rick and Glenn, Daryl having to sit this one out by Rick's orders. He hadn't cleared the prison in full yet, so he wanted Daryl back here to keep watch. Daryl and you weren't exclusively a thing, neither of you had spoken about it at all, but everyone else could see it was waiting to happen. You were currently just really good friends hiding your feelings for each other, or at least thinking you were hiding your feelings for each other. You were sat in the backseat of the car, happily talking to Glenn as the car rolled towards the gates. You glanced out the window to see Daryl, sulking at the gate yet picking his arm up to wave at you. You returned the gesture, a sweet smile on your face that Daryl had become addicted to. One of the many addicting things about you.

Your positive-for-the-end-of-the-world attitude had come to an end when you'd ran into a building to find some cover, the darkness of the building rendering you blind as your leg had been impaled by a broken bit of a glass shelf. You let out a cry, falling to your feet as Rick and Glenn rushed over to assist you. "You good?" "What happened?" Rick had turned a flashlight to your leg, seeing your jeans ripped and stuck to your leg with the amount of blood. You almost passed out at the look of it, the glass had lodged itself in there pretty snug. "We need to get her back, now," Rick demanded, wrapping an arm around your back and coordinating with Glenn to get you safely to the car. Rick had taken his shirt off and tied it around your leg above the wound, before beginning the drive back to the prison. Glenn had trained his eyes on you and your leg for most of the drive, making sure you were still alive and not dying back there. The drive felt like hours, you felt like closing your eyes but Glenn was adamant on talking to you. Telling you about Maggie, telling you about how sweet Daryl seems to be around you, and you knew it was a distraction tactic, to keep you awake and not looking at your completely blood soaked shin.

You heard the rattle of the gates as they'd slid open for the car, and you felt a short burst of relief to be back. "Dar..." You managed to speak, wincing as Rick had reached for your hand to pull you out. "Daryl." Rick and Glenn had their arms under yours, carrying most of your weight for you. Until Daryl had heard the commotion and come out to see what the fuck people were shouting for.

Daryl saw you. Your leg, completely red from the knee down, being assisted into the prison. He wanted to help, he wanted to ease your pain even just a little. Dropping his crossbow to the ground, he'd paced over to you, relieving Glenn and Rick of their duties. "It's okay, I got ya," he cooed, "I got 'er," he'd lifted you, arms clinging to you as he led you to the cell block. "It's okay, sweetheart." Your blood loss wasn't fatal, thankfully, but Herschel was about to have you on the mend in no time.

You'd been allowed to rest, peeling your eyes open after having slept a while. The first thing you were aware of was the pain in your leg, which was thankfully still there. It was still light outside, so it must not have been long at all. A bottle of water and some pain meds were sat at your bedside, and you'd desperately taken them in order to ease your pain. "There's my girl." You heard, and Daryl had entered your cell and sat at your side. "How's the leg?" You chuckled. "It's seen better days." You could've sworn you'd spotted a smile on his face for a moment. "Were you scared? Did you think I was gonna die?" You teased, poking his arm and smiling innocently up at him. "No," he answered, "you're a fighter. I know that." There was something he was keeping to himself, you could see it in his brain. Almost as if he wasn't allowing himself to say it. It had been a tough process even getting to a friendly level with him, he had always kept his feelings to himself. But you liked to believe you were making progress with him, you wanted to. "What's on your mind?" You asked sweetly, your voice like honey, and he was addicted. God, he was addicted. He wanted nothing more than to have you night and day, for breakfast, lunch and dinner. But he didn't know the first thing about flirting, or even dating. "Nothin," he grumbled, and you sighed dramatically. "Come on, Daryl," you exclaimed, "talk to me. I need some sort of stimulation for my brain." Your voice was light, but you meant it. He paused, almost debating whether or not to say it. "I just care about ya, is all. When I saw ya bein carried in, my mind just stopped and all I wanted to do was make sure you were okay. Told Rick it was a dumb idea." You smiled, poking his arm again. "You care about me, that's sweet. I care about you, too." He grabbed your hand as it made contact with his arm, and just held it between his own. This was his way of expression, to show you how he felt without ruining it with his words. The pair of you just sat in silence, hands interlaced, a stupid grin on both your faces as you stared at each other. Adrenaline was pumping through your veins, a wave of confidence taking over you as you leaned up and pressed a small kiss to his cheek. Once Daryl had registered what you'd done, he'd turned his head, closing the small gap between you both for a delicate kiss. He was so gentle, his hands still holding yours firmly, and you wanted to do this forever. "I hope that speaks better than I do." He admitted, and you just laughed, resting your head on your shoulder. "Now get some rest, I don't want to see ya on your feet for the rest of the day."

[anastasiabowe]

𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗬𝗢𝗨 — how your boyfriend is and how he acts with you, only you bring out a new him!

note: I saw this format on a couple of posts and wanted to try it out! I would tag people but there is so many people that use this format, so, sorry!

Content warnings: nsfw (17+), swearing, masturbation,(Kagami), overstimulation, bondage (Kise), pussy eating (Teppei),dacryphilia, degradation if you squint (Aomine), riding (Midorima), stand fuck? (Murasakibara), and anything else I forgot!

★ — 𝗞𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗜

Kagami is a big baby when it comes to you. He always misses you! Even though with his teammates and friends he seems stable and intense, he falls to his knees for you, he cries for you at night, wanting to feel you in every place imaginable. Can’t hold it against him, you’re literally perfect!

You had arrived home from work with Riko, and the apartment you and Kagami share, you only part-time, was weirdly quiet. You dropped off your stuff, and called out to Kagami. You walked slowly to the bedroom, and muffled noises were becoming more and more clear.

Kagami whined and groaned as he worked his cock with his hand. Frustration pinning a furious red on his face and his shirt was in between his teeth. His abs defined from him tending his abdomen and you couldn’t help but get weak in the knees hearing him cry out, not only crying out profanities, but crying out your name.

“Hah, w-wish you were here baby!” He moaned again, trying his hardest to relieve the burn of the blood flowing his dick. He pinched his nipple, and groaned out to that. You pushed open the door, and Kagami flinched, but didn’t stop. Your face was in complete shock and awe and he couldn’t help but nearly come right then and there from simply seeing your face.

You approach the bed, and crawl towards him. “Move your hand.” You command to the red haired man.

“B-but-“ you smacked his thigh, and he removed his hand.

“I wanna help!” Your dominant demeanor no longer evident. You smile, and he nodded aggressively, jerking his hips up when you firmly grabbed his dick.

“T-thank you!” He moaned as you You kiss his heated lips. “Love you so-so much-much!”

★ — 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗘

Kise, kise, kise. A kind man at first appearance, a strict man at heart. Don’t get me wrong, kise is a great guy, thoughtful, loving, respectful, but he also wants to be in control. He wants to do things his way, that being where you both go to for a date, or where you lay while he fucks the last brain cells out of your head’s.

Kise sat on the sofa in your shared home. His jaw clenched and legs crossed. His arms draped over the back of the sofa and he watched the show in the screen.

You on the other hand were upstairs, on the king sized bed, hands and legs tied and a vibrator in and on your cunt. You cry as your cunt was overworked and pain was starting to course through your cunt. You could t fee anything but the uncomfortable pain from the vibrations, yet orgasms after orgasms instinctively rip from you.

“K-kise! P-please!” You scream out again, his teeth clenching harder against each other. “I-I’m sorry!” You cried when another orgasm scraped its way out of you.

Kise sighed and stood up. He walked upstairs and into the master bedroom. Your body was limp against the bindings, and your face was completely wet from the tears in your face. You did this to yourself. Even though you couldn’t stand this punishment, you never used your safe word. Kise wanted to pity you, but again you did this to yourself.

He got on the bed, and turned off the vibrators. As he did so, your body convulsed, and then he felt a little bad.

“Have you learned your lesson?” He grabbed your cheeks and moved your head towards him.

“Y-yes.” Your weak voice spoke out. She smiled, and kissed your lip’s softly.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” Kise took off the cuffs, he cleaned your hypersensitive cunt as gently as he could. He rubbed ointment on your wrists and ankles, and he stripped himself of his shirt and pants, and laid with you.

“Don’t fuck with me again, y/n.” He help you tighter in his arms. You nodded, and he smiled.

★ — 𝗧𝗘𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗜

Can Teppei ever just not be himself? Teppei is the sweetest man known to mankind. Whenever you both hang out, it never feels awkward or unnatural to be around him, he is just so easy to love!

Teppei prepared a warm bath with bath soaps and candles, no rose petals though, he’s allergic, but he did put in rubber duckies, just to be funny! You were exhausted from doing your afterschool job, and he knew exactly what you needed. So when you entered the bath, him behind you, his heart fluttered seeing the face he wanted to see, satisfaction.

He washed your back, and hair. He laid with you, hummed a song that put your mind at ease. He even helped dry you off and carried you back into your shared room.

“Just let me help you relax, baby.” His comforting tone made you follow his command. He spread your pussy lips and began to suck on your clit. His tongue circling it at the same time. You grabbed the pillows as you felt even more amazing with how he was eating you out.

“Mhm, feel good?” He looked up, still eating you out.

“Mhm, very good!” You moan out making him chuckle.

He continued to eat you out until you quickly grabbed his head and pushed him farther into your cunt.

“So close! Please don’t stop!” Teppei pushed your thighs even farther apart, enhancing the pleasure, and also to stop you from crushing his head.

You came while pulling his hair. He groaned at the feeling, and rutted his dick into the mattress from the feeling.

Once you came down from your orgasm, Teppei climbed up to you and hovered over you. you looked up at the brunette who was smiling. You chuckle and said,

“Guess you like hair pulling more than I do!” He laughed and kissed you.

“I guess so!”

★ — 𝗔𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘

Aomine is a bitch. He knows it, I know it, now you know it. And, when I say bitch, I mean he is meeeean! But you’re into that, so who is really complaining? Aomine does everything in his power to make you upset, not like genuinely upset, but more so a “stop being so mean!” Upset. He doesn’t hurt you, call you names or pick at insecurities, he says things like “you can do way better.” In a blunt tone.

Aomine also is distant in a trashy boyfriend way. He is a good boyfriend most times, but a lot of times he just ghosts you, ignores you, and he also sometimes has the audacity to talk to other girls! He doesn’t indulge in any physical contact, but he wants to see you upset or crying.

Aomine is a dacryphiliac. He strives to see you cry. But, it isn’t hard to get you too, because your a baby. A big cry baby while we’re at it. Your dress is too short, you cry. Your shoes aren’t tying right, you cry. If you can’t fall asleep when you want to, you cry! But Aomine loves it.

“Please put it in!” Tears stream down your face as Aomine rubs his tip anywhere and thrusts it everywhere but your cunt. You just wanted to indulge in an intimate session with your boyfriend but he isn’t doing very much.

“Quit your crying, I do what I fucking want.” He slips inside but quickly pulls out. Aomine has good stamina and self control when he wants to, and this is the time where his self control is at its peak. He can just tease and tease until he’s ready.

You ball up your fists and hit the mattress. Your forehead also hirs it as if you were throwing a tantrum.

“Fine.” He said annoyed, and he started to pound into you.

“Y-you- aha! You b-bitch!” You moan out as he rolled his eyes.

“What else is new?” His voice sounded so controlled despite the rapid and aggressive thrusting he was doing.

“Wouldn’t say that shit if I wasn’t fucking my pussy. I’d be grateful if I were you, not many girls get this opportunity.” He said straight into your ear.

“I- aha! I’m gonna c-“

“Shut the fuck up- shit.” He interrupted as he repositioned himself, and pulled you onto him as if you were some sex doll or fleshlight.

“Aominichi!” You squeal as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

“Fuck!” He slowed down his thrusts and pulled out of you.

“What are you-“

He flipped you on top of him, and laid back.

“If you want my cum, work for it.”

★ — 𝗠𝗜𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗠𝗔

A literal Aomine opposite. He comes off cold and a know it all, but he is really a great listener and man of advice. You kind of find his whole lucky item thing a bit weird, and how he revolves his whole day around his zodiac and lucky item, but he’s still cute!

He always gets a duplicate of his lucky item, knowing it might not matter to you or have as much luck as for him, but he wants to share as much of his luck with you as he can. He always wants you to be where he is, that being games, school, and even work.

He treats you like his own lucky item, accept he doesn’t need a website or paper to tell him that. He also likes when you take control. He loves when you use him. He’s always so tired of having to worry about this and that, and doesn’t like always being the leader of something since he’s apart of the GOM.

“Mmm, Shintarō!” You moan as you rode him. His large hands gripped your his tightly, and his usually neat green hair was messy and half wet from the multiple rounds you’ve put him through.

“Ha- wha-what’s got you so worked up today?” He was out of breath, and all you could do was smile.

“Having a hot boyfriend comes wit-with perks.” You continued to hop on his long dick, despite the burn of your thighs.

“I see.” He smirked. And he felt another orgasm approach. You rolled your hips, trying to cum one more time.

“I’m so close! Please, Shin, h-help me!” Your legs got the best of you, and you needed his help.

“Alright, but beware, I’m not holding back.” He flipped you both over, and he grabbed your waist. He quickly fucked you both, his hot moans and your pitchy ones filled the room, as this was going to be the last round of many.

“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” You repeated over and over, and Midorima leaned down and kissed you.

“Cum for me.” His voice was deeper and that done it for you.

You screamed, and he continued to rut into you until he groaned and came inside of you. He laid on top of you, and you both laid there and caught your breaths.

“Knew that damn coin was going to give me extra fortune today.”

You hit his back, and he chuckled.

★ — 𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗔𝗞𝗜𝗕𝗔𝗥𝗔

This man is LAZY! And I’m not just saying that either. He literally doesn’t want to do anything around the house, he doesn’t want to help with groceries, he just wants to eat and maybe, just maybe, play a small game of basketball, but unlikely.

He usually prefers to sit around the house and watch tv, but when you’ve made it very clear that in order for y’all to fuck, he has to do the work, he was basically a man who worked his whole life.

Since he was a big man, he couldn’t get away with doing nothing. If you need him to get a bug on the ceiling, he’s getting that bug. If you need him to get a kitten out of a tree, he’s getting the kitten, or he won’t get your sweet, delicious cunt.

“No.” You said, even more pissed of than before.

“Why not!” The big ass man whined. His dick laying on his lower abdomen as you sat rught next to him with your arms crossed.

“At your grown age, if you want something done, you’d work to get it done.”

He frowned, and you stood your ground.

“Fine, whatever.” He crossed his arms and looked away. After maybe 5 seconds, he got up and put you over his shoulders.

After many fake attempts of being mad and asking him to put you down, you lost your clothes and was now being moved on his dick like a sex doll. His tall stature and your much shorter one almost made you seem like a doll.

You wrapped your arms and legs around him as he bounced you up and down his dick.

“Is this enough work for ya?” The spite in his voice thick like honey.

“M-m-hm!” The broken noises from the bouncing were the only things you could muster as his dick reached the deepest parts of your body.

“Always whining about how lazy I am, sorry I like to rest!” He is talking to himself more at this point.

You quietly came in his cock, he didn’t even notice from all the yapping he was doing.

“Just tryna make you happy, but no, always gotta be mad at so-“ his words froze, and you were gone.

“Already dumb on my dick? Had so much shit left to say.” He brought you over to the bed, and just continued to fuck you there

“Lazy!” He laughed to himself. “I’ll show you lazy.” This, my friend, is going to be a long night for you!

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Charles Leclerc + pudding chomeur + sangria

bakery menu

thank you for ordering from the menu! orders are still open, so please hit me up! i'd love to make something up for you, these have been a ton of fun and i hope to make more in the future! thank you for all the support! a nice short and sweet prompt for the lovely people at home!

pudding chomeur ("i don't share.") + sangria (drunk sex) served by charles leclerc (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, drunk sex, facetime calls (sorry max!), jealousy, a touch of possessive behavior (but he loves you so much), doggy style, dirty talk, everyone's drunk

charles never considered himself to be a possessive man. there was no reason to be, jealousy was never a good look on him. he had beautiful green eyes, but he was no green eyed monster. but he very much didn't like how max was talking to you.

he also didn't like that the wold champion was eyeing your cleavage then looking to charles in the near distance of the club you were all at. those blue eyes looked to charles, almost daring him with what he was going to do next. max practically had you cornered while you rambled in your drunken state, what was charles going to do?

the devil was a talker, and he was currently in charles' ear.

back in your apartment, charles' hands rarely left your body. you stumbled a little into the apartment as you kicked off your heels and ended up on the couch. but you weren't on there long before charles had you back on your now-bare feet and headed towards the bedroom. charles held onto you tightly as he walked into the room, only to let you go as he pushed you onto the bed.

"strip." he said, flushed in the face and a little out of breath. something came over your charming, loving boyfriend when he got enough alcohol in him. pink in the cheeks down to his neck and his insatiable need for you.

"strip?"

he nodded as he started to undo his linen white shirt, his hands were a little shaky as he got his shirt off, he wore no undershirt and then worked on the belt of his pants. you got your dress off before charles has the chance to rip it off of you.

"you're mine."

"charles."

"say it."

you sat on the edge of the bed, now naked. you then swallowed and said, "i'm yours, charles." you shifted in your spot, "now and forever."

he got his slacks off and soon his underwear. he admired your nude form once you slipped your lace panties off. he watched them fall to the ground before he pounced on you. he pressed himself against you for a moment before he got you on your elbows and knees. your face pressed into the mattress, you moaned as he brushed his cock up against your cunt. "say it again."

"i'm yours, charles." you moaned as you arched your back a little. that was what he liked to hear. it polluted his brain more than the alcohol and it made his cock twitch.

"that's what i like to hear. i'm never sharing you, you are mine and mine alone." he didn't need max's hands all over you. not all over what was his. he continued to rub against you before he sank his cock into you. he covered your body mostly with his as he got all the way the root of his cock.

"charles!" you squeaked as you held onto the covers under you. his pace wasn't gentle, it was rough and it made the back of your skull throb with the intensity of it. when charles was drunk, he fucked you like an animal. a far cry from the gentle pretty boy most thought of his as.

he couldn't help it, something about you mixed with hard liquor made everything fire off in his brain. he needed you, he hungered for you. as he fucked you till you were moaning, he grabbed his phone from his pants that were on the bed. he propped it up on the pillows and as he drunkingly fucked you, he called the only person he could think of.

before max could even say hello, he was greeted to the sounds of your fucking. from your high pitched noises to the creak of the bed. he could see you, but most of all see charles' hungry, drunk gaze.

max chuckled and said, "i guess you're sharing now." his voice low as he admired how charles was fucking you. it was messy sex, the kind of sex that the predestined shouldn't be having.

he said through a tense jaw, "i don't share." then continued to shove your face further into the bed. he looked towards the camera and saw max on the screen, "don't put your hands on her again."

max shifted a little in his bed and was all smiles. even in the low light of the room, charles could see the heat in the drunk verstappen's face. in only fueled him to fuck you harder. max said quietly, "no need to be so rough her, mate. she's not going anywhere."

charles could tell that max's other hand was down the front his sweatpants. he knew that bastard was jerking off to this. he looked back to the back of your head as he loomed over you. his thrusts were hard and made you whine with each movement.

only he could drive you crazy. your noises were angelic and it bled pleasure into charles' head. he briefly looked at max on screen and smiled. all three of you were painfully drunk. max's heavy pants could be heard, but you were lost in your own sexual euphoria. charles continued to fuck you roughly, he watched your ass bounce against his cock as he fucked you right into the mattress.

"please, charles." you whined as you felt everything fill your head. it was painfully hot. there was nothing else quite like it. you drooled onto the bed as he fucked you. the pleasure made your head feel heavy. it was a sick sexual heat that left you clamoring for more. you were drunk and your lover was drunk.

"i got you, baby." he said, he could feel the sweat down his back as he rutted up inside of you, "you look so beautiful. tell me who you belong to, who fucks you just right." who owns you, were the unspoken words.

you whined, not knowing max was on call, "charles. fuck, you, it's you!' and you clawed at the covers, you felt the urge to climax. you moaned heavily as he continued to fuck you.

you both didn't last long, and neither did max. you came first with a harsh moan which only spurred charles to finish inside of you with a loud groan, that bordered on high pitched. and max bit into his palm as he came to not alert you that you were being filmed. charles wiped his eyes to focus himself before he turned off the call without even saying goodbye, leaving max to clean up his own mess. the phone was put further on the bed before charles got you onto your back.

he admired your sweaty features and your blissed out state. he licked his lips before he hiked up your hips, "i'm not done with you. i'm going to mark you so max never touches you again."

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the next morning, charles woke up and checked his phone through bleary eyes. he had very recollection of last night once the two of you got home. he noticed that he was on facetime with max for over half an hour. he assumed he had fallen asleep while they had a conversation.

that was until he checked the text message that the driver sent him. the words made charles' eyes go wide.

'she looked good under you. maybe next time i can join." <3

[lomlhwa]

intern (ot8) [volume two]

pairing: free use intern!reader x office workers!ateez

preview: getting this type of job feels so wrong. but you need money and hey, they're all hot.

tags/warnings: fem!reader, free use, perv!ateez, monster cocks for all of ateez i fear, it's pretty much all dom!ateez but woosan do like to beg to cum so do with that what you will, ties as restraints, hair pulling, spit kink, spanking (with hands and belts), degrading, praise, pet names (slut, whore, cumdump, doll, baby, princess), throat/stomach bulge, sometimes it's one at a time and sometimes it's five, voyeurism, hand jobs, oral (f+m receiving), vibrator torture, crying, anal, two cocks in one hole who cheered, so many creampies [these are general tags for all parts, not all of these will be in every part]

trigger warnings: if I forgot tags, don't kill me

wc: 2.7k

song recs for this fic: naked by gemini

a/n: yay part two (if the tags didn't work idk how to fix that)

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as you lay on your desk, your body positively sticking to the surface, you feel your personal space being invaded. you can't even muster up the energy to lift your head so you just hum at the men who have joined you. you hear a collective giggle before a hand connects with your head to stroke your hair. “are you oh, so tired, pretty?” yeosang says, his tone of voice so gentle and sweet you could almost feel your eyes water. you pout and nod, really believing they might go easy on you.

“aww, that’s too fucking bad, stand up.” the gentle hand on your hair turns into a fistful being grabbed to force you to stand up. you whimper as your head is turned towards jongho, his mouth enveloping yours in a heated kiss. in the midst of the moment, yeosang grips both sides of your shirt and rips it open, the buttons flying everywhere. you desperately wish you could’ve witnessed the way his arms flexed as he ripped your shirt. the shirt slides off your torso and onto the floor, revealing the pretty lace bra you had decided to pair with the rest of your undergarments. 

“she's so beautiful,” yeosang says, his words more directed at the other men in the room than you. you can only assume a few of them look up from their spreadsheets to admire you. he runs his hands over the swell of your breasts, his hands coming to cup under them and push them up to make them appear more plump. he leans down to apply sweet, gentle kisses to your newly exposed skin. “my god, you could not be more fucking perfect. absolutely gorgeous from head to fucking toe.” your jaw falls slack and jongho takes this opportunity to explore your mouth with his tongue.

yeosang reaches his arms around you to unhook your bra, letting it fall to the floor with your shirt. you bring your hands up to tangle in his hair, tugging gently as he sucks dark marks on your chest and collarbone. “don't tug, i don’t wanna cum before i'm inside you,” yeosang mutters against your skin. you can basically feel yourself get wetter at that statement. jongho wraps one hand around your throat, tilting your head back so he can assault your neck.

without warning, yeosang drops to his knees, looking up at you as he caresses your bare legs. “spread your legs a little wider, baby. let me get between them. i wanna taste your pretty cunt,” he says before forcing your feet to shuffle apart. it's an awkward angle for his neck, but he doesn't care. his tongue darts out to lap at your wet heat, remnants of seonghwa’s release still dripping out of you. the sounds of sucking and slurping fill the otherwise silent room. your knees threaten to buckle as the pleasure gets more intense. you have no idea how his jaw isn't cramping. one of your hands goes down and tugs on yeosang’s hair, despite his earlier warning. 

“y-yeosang,” you choke out, his tongue jabbing at your weeping hole. you can basically feel him smile against your core before slurping at you with more vigor. jongho grabs your other hand and guides it to his newly exposed member. you instinctively wrap your hand around it, jongho’s eyes fluttering shut. you stroke him slowly, small groans filling your ears. yeosang sucks on your clit extra hard, lighting your nerves on fire. “i’m gonna cum, o-oh my god, please don’t stop,” you gasp for air as jongho tightens his grip around your throat. 

yeosang grips your thighs, holding you in place as he races you towards your release. you tug on his hair harder, causing him to groan against your core. you can feel him rutting against your leg, almost like a dog. his mouth on you is turning him on to the point that he’s searching for any sort of friction. you can tell how much you’re driving him insane with your hand in his hair. “you’re so slutty, baby. you’re perfect for us,” jongho groans in your ear. “you like being used like this.” your legs shake as you finally topple over the edge. your whole body tenses and then shakes as yeosang continues his merciless pace. 

“s-stop, it‘s sensitive,” you whine, but yeosang doesn’t seem to hear you. no, instead jongho lays you down on the floor without even letting yeosang disconnect from you. he grabs handfuls of your ass as he dedicates himself to getting another orgasm out of you. you’re squirming and squealing at the overstimulation of your clit. you pull at tufts of his hair and even try pushing him away, but it’s no use. before you even know it’s happening, your whole body is jerking from another orgasm.

“what a pretty girl you are. so tasty and eager to cum.” yeosang comments, wiping his mouth of your releases. he makes the extra effort to lick the back of his hand, not wanting to waste any of your juices. “and you’re so, so well behaved,” jongho adds, tucking your hair behind your ear. “i think she deserves a reward for being so good, don’t you think? i think she’s earned it,” you watch as yeosang smiles at jongho and nods. jongho removes his pants fully while yeosang helps flip you over onto all fours. 

jongho shuffles his way underneath you, smiling at you so sweetly despite all of his actions within the last twenty minutes. the pure sweetness that drips from his smile almost makes you forget that you’re naked on top of him. “i’m gonna put it in, okay?” he says, reaching between the two of you to align himself with your hole. as he shoves into you slowly, you hold your breath. the stretch almost scares you, the girth of his cock feeling much different than seonghwa’s had.

“you can take another one, right baby?” yeosang says, his finger poking at your empty hole. you look back at him in a panic. “in there?” you whisper, your tone sounding more panicked than you intended. yeosang nods, shaking a bottle of lube at you. “you’ll feel so good.” the way his eyes glimmered and the tone of his voice had you folding in half. you’d never had two dicks in you at once, let alone one in your ass.

“i’ll distract you, doll. all you have to do is relax and feel good,” jongho reassures you. you nod, trying to rationalize in your head. you hear the bottle of lube snap open as jongho starts to move his hips. his strokes are slow and sensual, rubbing all the good spots inside you. you barely even register one, and then two fingers in your ass. but, as yeosang tries to replace his fingers with his cock, you tense up again. “you need to relax, baby. i don’t want to hurt you. just because this is your job doesn’t mean i want to rip you in half.”

you feel another pair of hands stroke your hair and you look up, locking eyes with san once again. he seemed to be way more interested in the endeavors of other members than his own, real work. “can i help you relax, pretty girl?” he offers, tilting your chin up. “yes,” you respond. your voice is breathy and desperate. he runs his thumb over your lips, forcing your mouth open. he runs his thumb over your tongue, gathering your saliva on the tip of his finger. he holds your mouth open, saliva dripping out of your mouth and onto the floor. 

as he shoves his thumb into your throat, yeosang begins to shove into you. the stretch is almost unbearable and you can feel how the thin skin between your core and your ass stretches thin. san grips your chin so you don’t stop looking at him, despite your eyes threatening to roll back into your head. once yeosang is buried to the hilt, san takes his finger out of your mouth. “sannie,” you mutter, hoping he heard you. “what is it, princess?” he says, watching as your back naturally arches in response to jongho adjusting inside you. you bite your bottom lip, debating the benefits of speaking your mind in this scenario.

instead of speaking, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out. he smiles at you, a surprisingly sweet gesture compared to the urgency he displays while undoing his belt and dropping his pants. both jongho and yeosang thrust suddenly, sending your whole body jerking forwards. you dig your nails into jongho’s shoulders, leaving bright red, crescent shaped marks. “fuck, be gentle i’m still s-sensitive,” you comment, finally breaking san’s eye contact to look down at jongho underneath you. you lean down to kiss his cheek, but he catches your lips with his instead, kissing you with so much passion that your core starts to pulse. 

“y/n, love, please. i need to move,” yeosang begs from behind you. you had been clenching and unclenching for at least five minutes and he was growing impatient. his cock was leaking his precum on your walls, adding more lube to your tight hole. you look behind you to make eye contact with the beautiful man with the bright red birthmark. you can’t help but think he looks like a greek god in this state. sweaty, face flushed, arms flexed, hair sticking to his forehead, teeth pulling at his bottom lip. how could you deny him any longer? 

“okay, you can move, just be careful,” you affirm. yeosang nods, his hands digging into your waist. jongho stops for a moment so that him and yeosang can move in sync. san turns your head to fill your mouth his his own leaking cock. all three of them shove into you simultaneously and your whole body lights on fire. your vision goes bright white and your ears ring, you can barely tell if you’re even still conscious. every inch of your body fills with red, hot pleasure. a loud moan leaving your throat, sending vibrations down san’s cock. 

the sweet gummy spot in your core is repeatedly being jabbed by jongho’s harsh thrusts. those thrusts are followed by yeosang rubbing the walls of your ass and groaning in your ear. and all of that is followed by san filling your throat, saliva pouring out of your mouth.

you thought all hands were occupied, until you feel a sharp pain on your ass cheek followed by a light caressing of the newly red spot. you strain your eyes to try to look over at who has joined, finding that yunho is the one who smacked you. “she clenched really hard, i think she liked that,” jongho chuckles, thrusting into you with more vigor. 

“yeah? pretty baby likes a good smack on her ass? what a fucking whore,” yunho taunts you, following it with two spanks back to back. san holds your head down, your nose meeting his pelvis, causing you to cough and choke around him. “just wait until it’s my turn with you, pretty girl. i know how to treat sluts like you. mingi and i are planning on sharing your pretty, tight cunt. you’ll love it,” yunho plants a slap across your face before walking back to his desk.

the harshness of yunho’s actions and words cause you to clench around yeosang and jongho so hard that you fear your body ripping in half down the middle. you move your hands from jongho’s shoulders to san’s thighs, digging your nails into his soft, supple skin. the muscle underneath flexes in response. san plays with your hair, tucking it behind your ear and flashing his signature smile, crescent moon eyes and all. the gentle gesture almost gives you whiplash with how much he’s abusing your throat. 

you race towards your release faster than you had expected you would, your whole body shaking. you smack san’s thigh, trying to signal that your release is inevitable. but, something feels different this time. the warm burning in your abdomen is more intense, adding to the burning of your body from the pleasure. “aww i think our baby’s gonna cum,” san finally says, leading to yeosang and jongho thrusting faster. you try and pull your head back so you can speak, but san holds you down, enjoying the flexing of your throat. the way your pretty, swollen lips wrapped around his dick had him pleasure drunk. tears begin to spill out of your eyes, choked sobs filling the room.

a few more thrusts have you finally reaching your limit, your release splashing onto jongho’s lap and creating a small puddle on the floor. “did she just-” yeosang looks down, confirming his own suspicions. “did you know you could do that?” he asks, and you shake your head to the best of your abilities. san had begun using your throat with more urgency, seeming to become more turned on by this discovery about your body. “make her do it again,” he demands, the back of your throat becoming sore. “oh god, please do that again, pretty slut.”

considering the fact that no one but you had finished, yeosang and jongho were more than happy to try and make you finish like that again. they were all at the edge of their orgasms, holding them back in hopes of helping you hit another one. your holes were still sensitive so getting you back to that state did not take very long. “mmf, cum-” you stutter, before releasing again. jongho and yeosang collectively groan before filling both your holes to the absolute brim. you milk them dry while san finally hits his limit. he shoots his cum down your throat, whispering sweet nothings to you as you swallow around him. 

finally, they pull out one by one. san pulls out of your mouth first, your jaw snapping shut as soon as your throat is emptied. you groan at the sudden spike in soreness. yeosang pulls out next, admiring the way your hole stays open in the shape of his cock before closing, his cum dripping out of you. before jongho can get up, you collapse onto him. his now mostly soft cock rests inside you as you try to catch your breath. “do you need a break before the other four take their turn with you?” jongho asks and you nod, sniffling at the soreness and overstimulation of your whole body. 

“san, will you grab her skirt and help her put it back on?” he requests and san goes to retrieve it swiftly. “you gotta let me pull out, pretty girl. let us help you get dressed. i’ll make you some food so you can rest. it’s just about our lunch break anyway.” you nod, rising from your laying position to get up off the floor. you stumble a bit, but san is there to catch you. he helps you put your skirt back on and you smile at him. yeosang picks up the remnants of your shirt and looks over at you sheepishly. “sorry, y/n. got a little too into the moment,” he apologizes. “i’ll buy you some new ones and have them shipped to your house,” he assures you as he helps you put your bra back on. it’ll come off again later, you’re positive, but the coverage is good for now. 

you hold onto san’s arm to keep yourself stable as they walk you to their lunch room. you’re greeted by seonghwa who’s making you ramen, the warm soup inviting you in immediately. “here you go, doll,” he smiles and places it in front of you. the change in tone in all of them was almost jarring. they had all been so aggressive and possessive but now here you are, san and wooyoung laughing with you while you attempt at rejuvenating. 

after a while of what feels like hanging out with your best friends, you’re finally done with your food and the conversation trails off. you fold your hands in your lap as san brings your bowl to the sink. you catch wooyoung eyeing you up and down, watching as you shift in your chair. your energy had finally returned to your body and you knew the two men in this room were waiting for you to want to go back to work. “all done?” wooyoung asks, and you nod sheepishly in response. with that, you feel yourself being lifted out of your chair. san throws you over his shoulder and smacks your ass, a squeal leaving your lips. “good, we’ve been waiting for our own turn with your pretty ass.” 

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[blackelysian]

Attention

Duke Dennis as Himself x Black! Fem! Reader!

Word Count: 648

Warnings: NO MINORS!, Female masturbation, oral sex

Summary: Duke had been on the game with his friends for too long you come up with an idea to get his attention.

Taglist: @catxo @livebythelovediebythelove @flydotty @novaniskye

Call of Duty showed on the screen as your boyfriend Duke sat on the couch playing with his headset on. You laid back on the other side of the sectional aimlessly scrolling through your phone. Duke had been on the game for well over an hour and you were starting to get bored. 

“Baby can you get off now?” you ask, annoyingly. 

“Hold on hold on after this game mama” He replies, completely locked in. You roll your eyes at him. He said that shit 10 games ago. 

“Duuuke come on I’m tired of watching you play this shit let's cuddle and watch a movie or something” You whine. 

“This nigga just fuckin sniped me” He says into the headset, not even listening to what you said. You smack your teeth and roll your eyes at him again. 

“Oh shit what you say baby?” He asks you, sliding his headset off slightly turning your way.

You groan and stand up making your way into the bedroom and plopping yourself down on the bed. You reach over into your nightstand drawer and pull out your vibrator. A smile grows on your face instantly getting an idea. You get up and make your way into the living room. Duke is still locked into the game.. Of course. Not for long. You thought. You make your way over to the couch, reaching under Duke’s favorite shirt he loved to see you in and gently slide your panties down. Making sure to bend over enough for you enough womanhood to be exposed. Duke looks over at you just as you find a seat on the couch only catching a glimpse of your exposed parts. He looks back to the screen and continues playing. You get comfortable as you lay back on the couch, spreading your legs wide. You click on the vibrator as the sound makes Duke flick his eyes back to you. You gently place the vibrator on your clit, jolting slightly from the sensation. You let out a soft moan as you begin to draw circles on your clit. “Ohh shit” You say, your head falling back against the pillows.

“Shit” Duke groans lowly, trying to focus on you and the game at the same time as you start to pick up speed. Your juices begin to run down your ass creating a huge wet spot on the couch. The sounds of your soaking wet womanhood and sweet moans echoed through the living room. You continue to drag the toy up and down your slit. “Damn baby” He says, lustfully. Duke was rock hard right now.

“Nah she w-was blocking the tv” He stutters in the headset, trying to downplay what was really going on.

“Duuuke” You cry out, moaning his name. He instantly unplugs the headset and sets the controller down. “Wait baby, don't cum yet. Lemme taste it” He says hungrily, getting down on his knees. He moves your hand out of the way, latching his lips onto your clit. “Ohh fuck” You moan, grabbing the back of his head. He sucked on your clit, shaking his head from side to side. “Sexy ass was teasing me. Why didn’t you just tell daddy you wanted some attention?” He says looking into your eyes as he goes back to devouring you. His hands find the back of your thighs pushing your legs wider, his tongue finding your entrance drawing circles around it. Your mouth fell wide when you felt his slide his tongue inside of you, fucking you with it. 

“Ohhh, i’m gonna–” Your orgasm ripped through you leaving you shaky and weak. He continues to place open mouth kisses up and down your slit as you try to calm down. You lay there now ready to take a little nap until he's done. He stands up unbuckling his belt. “Get up baby you gotta finish what you started”...

For all my Duke Dennis lovers!

[cameronsprincess]

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Now we need the opposite of rafe being needy to eat reader out! The

i love a man who loves eating pussy. it’s just so hot.

CW: 18+ only! fem receiving oral, slightly sub but also dom!rafe??, strong language.

Rafe had never been a fan of eating pussy in the past. He never cared to get the girls he was with off. They were lucky he was even sleeping with them.

But when he met you, things changed. Rafe had discovered he loved eating pussy, well, yours that is.

He would beg you to let him bury his face between your legs. “Baby please, let me taste you. Wanna feel you come undone all over my face.” He’d beg. Rafe was never one to beg, but he found himself quite literally on his knees for you, begging you to let him go down on you.

You’d laugh, teasing him as you’d say, “Yeah? You wanna eat me, baby? I don’t think you’ve earned it yet, beg a little harder.”

Rafe would drop to his knees, his large hands gripping at the hem of your—his— t-shirt, his bright blue eyes wide as he pouted. “Please, let me go down on you mama, promise it’ll feel good. You’ll be so fuckin’ overstimulated, begging me to stop, but I’ll keep going. Want you to make a fucking mess all over my face and bed. Please baby?”

You’d give in, because you can’t deny him. You never can. All it takes is those big blue eyes burning into yours, his bottom lip poked out. The fact that he quite literally drops to his knees for you is also a big part of it. Something about a man— more specifically Rafe— on his knees makes your pussy throb with need.

He’d stand to his full height, his right arm wrapping around your legs and tossing you over his shoulder. His large hand lands a slap across your ass, making you squeal as he rushes up the stairs and into his bedroom.

He’d have you on the bed, shirt pulled up to your neck and panties ripped from your body as one hand firmly squeezes one of your tits, his mouth sucking on your sensitive clit while his free hand shoves two fingers inside your soaked cunt.

He’d release your clit from his mouth, his fingers slowly pumping in and out of you as he lifts head so his darkened over eyes find yours. “So fucking sweet baby girl, like fuckin’ honey. I fucking love how goddamn sweet you are, can never get enough”

You’d be squirming underneath his body, the most pathetic whimpers and moans falling from your lips. The sounds you made, and the way your body was shaking with need spurred Rafe on. Even after your fifth orgasm, Rafe wouldn’t let up. He’d hold your legs wide open, his tongue lapping up every last drop of your arousal, sucking on your clit, while also saying the dirtiest things to you.

“Never gonna stop baby, pussy is too fuckin’ sweet, my perfect little slut. overstimulated. crying. begging me to stop. ‘M never gonna stop baby, wanna drown in this fucking pussy.”

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[gothicminxx]

WC: 2.3K

Satosugu x Gn reader!

CW: Mention of blood, mention of death, description of a corpse, slight angst w/ comfort, use of pet names (baby, pretty, angel), poly relationship Satosugu x reader.

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Summary: Your two boyfriends comforting you after a nightmare, all around pure fluff

The sky burned hues of angry red and a deadly orange, the smell of death prominent in the air that it made you clasp a hand over your mouth. It stung your lungs and made your eyes tear at the harshness of the stench. The trekk back to safety felt far, like the destination itself was unattainable or perhaps it didn’t exist. The feeling of your legs burning and your muscles aching made the journey that much more unbearable.

Everywhere you looked there were corpses of people you didn’t recognize followed by thick grey clouds of smoke. Your body felt sticky with your blood, tears, and sweat— everything hurt, a pain so agonizing it made you want to shrivel up and die. When did things turn out this way? It seemed as though memories of blue skies and the warmth of the sun were long gone. Instead it was replaced with the ugliest shade of red and reeking scent of death.

You took sharp inhales of breath that pierced your lungs, you felt this time around you were truly going to die alone. It was silent in the city besides the crackling of fires in the distance, as if you were the last person standing.

That was until you saw him. The tuffs of pink hair and tattoo markings along his flesh as he sat high and mighty on his throne. A malicious smirk lay proudly on his lips as if he had conquered the world and cleansed the Earth of those he deemed unworthy of life. The king of all curses, Sukuna Ryomen, looked back at you with fiery red eyes. Your lips trembled as if you had finally found your demise, but it seemed like a blessing rather than a punishment.

The piles of corpses that lay beneath his throne; two stuck out the most. The first being long raven hair with a disheveled bun, thick crusts of dried blood in the strands, the lifeless face of Suguru Geto stared back at you. Next to him was pearly white hair that was stained with red, rosy lips dripping with crimson liquid. Cerulean eyes had now turned pale and utterly unrecognizable, the great Satoru Gojo was dead.

Falling to your knees as their corpses lay mangled before you, shattered you in the worst way. A crippling scream left your lungs that it felt as though your throat had ripped in two. Fat tears fell from your eyes and stung the open cuts on your face, during your moment of mourning you could hear Sukuna’s mocking laughter. Satisfied at the agony you felt as the two most important people in your life now lay dead.

You hugged yourself tightly as you continued to scream loudly, not remotely concerned about the rippling pain in your throat. Why couldn’t have you been strong enough to protect them? Why weren’t you fast enough?

Why? Why? Why?

“Name?”

The angry red sky and Sukuna’s face diminished from your view as you jolted up in bed. Sweat dripped from your forehead as hair stuck to the wet flesh, your oversized shirt clung to your body. Eyes darted around the room, moonlight streamed in through a sliver of the curtain. It was dark, making it almost impossible to focus besides the loud beating in your chest that felt as though you were on the verge of a heart attack.

“Name?” There it was, that deep voice coaxed with sleep and concern that made you snap out of it, your wide eyes turning to your left. Suguru stared at his lover, placing his hand on your thigh and squeezing tightly. The sounds of your screams and frantic moving in bed had jolted the raven haired man from his slumber.

Clutching your chest as your lips quivered, “Su-Suguru?” You croaked out as a small sob emitted past your lips.

That was enough to shatter his heart in two, hearing your voice so small and broken made him want to cry. Suguru was quick to wrap you tightly in his arms, kissing the top of your head. He tried his best to not wake Satoru next to him, of course his efforts would be in vain. Especially when it comes to you. The six eyes could sleep through a bomb but when it came to you it’s as if his body knew.

Satoru rubbed sleep from his eyes to adjust to the dark room, hearing soft sobs as he turned his attention towards Suguru. His heart sank immediately as he witnessed his lover hold you tightly, you, his whole world, clutching desperately onto Suguru’s shirt like your life depended on it.

“What’s wrong?” Satoru asked as he immediately shot up, quick to be close to Suguru’s side as his giant hand cupped the back of your head. The two men shared panicked looks as they held onto you tightly, listening to every sob that left your lips.

You couldn’t muster a word if you tried, the only thing you could manage were their names in wails. It hurt like hell to see you in such a state and the best they could do was squeeze you in reassurance. The two strongest sorcerers were utterly weak when it came to you, that even a mere scratch on your pretty skin made them anxious. It simply couldn’t be helped— they loved you too much.

Suguru shrugged as he looked at Saturo, a deep frown etched on his lips. The worry was evident on his face the more he felt you shake in his arms, “‘s okay, we’re here baby, we’re right here.” Suguru whispered, nuzzling his cheek against the top of your head.

Satoru laid his head on Suguru’s shoulder as he ran his fingers through your hair, trying his best to soothe you with his touch. Sometimes he wished there was a technique to get rid of the suffering within your heart, to take away the pain you felt or whatever made you cry. If he was the strongest, why couldn’t a technique like that exist? It didn’t seem fair to him.

As moments passed and their soothing touches never faltered, your sobs began to quiet down allowing you to find your voice, “I saw your dead bodies…” You croaked out, a small whimper escaping your lips, “Sukuna, h-he, I-“ You couldn’t even finish your sentence, shaking your head as another sob threatened its way out of your lungs.

The two men shared knowing looks, since being faced with the king of curses just shy of two months ago, it was something deeply engraved in their minds. The lives of innocents lost and nearly dying themselves, it often haunted their dreams. You as of lately hadn’t been able to sleep much, you could still hear the screams of the humans, the smell of death around you. It was a stench unlike any other, not even the smell of a curse could match that.

A day where Satoru felt as though he had lost everything, Suguru laying in the asphalt covered in blood and barely gasping a breath of air. You barely clinging onto the oxygen the trees provided, chest barely heaving up and down— slowly dying. It was an event that altered your brains and made sleep hell.

Recently Satoru had found a way to evade the dreams, sending himself into a spiral of a sugar high that made him crash intensely. While Suguru drowned himself in sleepy time tea because it made him dream of anything but that. But you rarely manage the nightmares anymore, rarely sleeping, or finding the excuse to nap during the day with your lovers on the couch.

“Oh angel, we’re here. We’ll never leave you, I promise.” Satoru pressed his nose in your hair, inhaling the soft aroma that belonged to you. His voice held an edge to it, one where he himself was reassuring his mind that he’d protect you and Suguru with his life. That he guaranteed.

Suguru pressed a kiss to your temple, gently lifting you from his chest and placing you in Satoru’s lap, “I’ll go make some tea.” He murmured, standing from the huge bed and heading toward the kitchen. He’d do anything to comfort you, to make you warm and whole once more. It was also an excuse to let his tears fall from his eyes, Suguru didn’t want to cry in front of you, no, he needed to be strong when you needed him. He couldn’t help it, the way your lips trembled and your tears streaked down your face, it hurt his heart to see you so afraid of losing them. He understood that fear too well, facing Sukuna and his limits being tested— feeling so useless once he used up the last bit of cursed energy that he couldn’t protect you or Saturo broke him mentally.

You laid your head against Satoru’s chest, fisting his shirt tightly in your hands, and you were wrinkling the fabric. But he didn’t care, holding you tightly against him that you could hear the gentle thumping of his heart. He cupped your cheek, thumb gently caressing your cheekbone. Satoru gently rocked your bodies to and fro, trying his best to soothe his lover— as your cries died down and all that remained of your tears were the salty stains they left behind, he knew he was doing good. “Hey there, pretty baby.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Hi.” You managed, voice hoarse from how dry your sobs made your throat, “‘Toru please don’t ever go.”

A pang could be felt in the six eyes chest at your soft and defeated voice, he loved you so much it hurt. “Never, I’m the strongest… remember?” Satoru winked down at you, chuckling in hopes to lighten the mood— to hide the fear he felt of one day failing to protect you, but that’s not possible; he hopes.

But somehow you manage a weak smile and nod, he was Satoru Gojo, your dumb and cocky boyfriend that always protected you from the bad guys, how could you not trust him? When it came down to it, even during the battle with Sukuna, you had put your trust in both Satoru and Suguru. The two men made a vow amongst each other and with you, that they would do anything and everything to protect those they loved. Neither had failed yet in keeping that promise it was near and dear to their hearts.

Satoru gazed ahead to the sheer cream colored curtains that swayed in the breeze, the moonlight made its way inside a small crack— bright and welcoming as it gently caressed your cheek. A small twinkle evident in your eyes as you looked up at him with sheer admiration, it made his heart swell. Taking your hand in his he intertwined your fingers together, bringing the back to his lips to press a kiss there, nuzzling his cheek against it.

He wasn’t the type that liked to admit just how much he worried about you and Suguru. That when either of you cried or felt a negative emotion that his heart would feel tight and the air unbearable to breathe. He’d do anything to keep those beautiful smiles on your faces, anything to rid the evil of the world just for you and Suguru. “I love you, name. Nothing in this world will ever take us away from you.” And he meant every word.

The six eyed sorcerer leaned down, tilting your chin up to meet him in the middle, and you swore you inhaled a deep breath at the sight of cerulean eyes glittering in the moonlight. His soft lips came in contact with yours washing away the fears and worries— images of his dead corpse fading into nothingness. He tasted like cherry chapstick and vanilla cake as he swiped his tongue in your mouth. An earlier dessert he had after dinner to focus on “grading assignments”, but it truly was just a greedy indulgence.

The kiss was passionate and slow, Satoru wanting you to feel every emotion he felt in just one kiss, to truly remind you that you had his heart forever. You pulled away, placing your forehead against his, “I love you too.”

A small hum came from the doorway, Suguru stood with a tray of ceramic cups filled with sleepy time tea. He hoped that it would subside the night terrors for you as it did him, a smile of adoration etched itself on his lips as he saw his two lovers nestled up together. He walked inside your guys’ bedroom and placed the tray on the nightstand. You sat up straight and moved over to Suguru’s lap the moment he sat down in bed. Burying your face in the crook of his neck and inhaling the light smell of jasmine and cedar wood. Suguru immediately wrapped his arms around you and let out a sigh of content, “Feeling better?” He asked.

“Mhmm, sorry for worrying you.” You murmured.

“Don’t apologize angel, I'm just glad you feel better.” Suguru whispered.

The raven haired man handed you the ceramic mug, watching as you blew on the hot liquid to take a drink. He took the opportunity to move your hair from your face, and mentally thanked Satoru for comforting you. The white haired man smiled fondly, scooting into your side to sandwich you in between them.

As honey danced on your tongue from the warm beverage, you couldn’t help but steal a kiss from Suguru’s lips as a thank you for the tea. His hand cupping the back of your head to deepen it, lapping his soft tongue with yours, “I want a kiss too.” Satoru whined, giggling as the two of you pulled away and peppered his face with kisses.

Your night terror became a distant memory, the fear you felt for the king of curses now seemed so minuscule as you pressed against Satoru’s chest and wrapped in Suguru’s arms. Your two strong sorcerer’s that would do anything to keep you safe. Their warm embrace lulling you to a comforting dreamless sleep.

[xhoneygirlxx]

he's not magic

eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: the time of the month has come and Eddie is the only person who can sooth you.

warnings: talks about menstrual cycles/blood. mentions of dying. tooth rotting fluff. Eddie is a cutie pie. pet names used; sweetheart, baby, honey. shitty writing/spelling errors; if you find any plz ignore it lolololololol.

a/n: i'm currently in so much pain from my period and the only thing i want is for someone to coddle me and tell me i'm going to be ok. i hope you guys enjoy this very small thing, it's not much and it's not good but maybe it'll help you feel good on those days when life is shit. love you all <3

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You're dying, a slow, painful, and mournful death. At this point you stopped caring, stopping all the begging you've done all morning for your life to continue. If this was how you were going out than so be it, you just wished your end had come faster.

You've already bled through two pairs of panties and two pairs of shorts, now left in your trusty period panties and an oversized shirt. Your stomach was bloated to the point it was uncomfortable, your breasts were so swollen that your chest felt like it was going to concave under the weight, and your back felt as if it was going to snap in half at any moment.

It felt like you tried everything, ibuprofen, heating pad, and propping a pillow in between your legs - none of the tricks worked. Now you were left in the fetal position, arms wrapped around your middle and knees pulled to your chest.

For the past how ever many hours you've been moaning out in pain, the stabbing feeling in your uterus just too much to handle. You're sure if someone were to walk in and see you they'd think you were insane and right now you couldn't blame them.

You did look insane, hair wild and matted to your face from all the sweat you've accumulated, voice hoarse and scratchy from all the wounded animal sounds you've made, and your face screwed up in an unflattering way.

Your phone has gone unanswered all day, the only person to have texted you was Eddie. At first it was only tik toks, small comments he thought would make you giggle, and then it turned into him updating you about his day at work, and finally worried questions about if you were okay.

You felt so fucking guilty for not responding, not telling him that you were fine but you just physically couldn't move from your crouched position. This only made you angrier, the fact that your temporarily paralyzed and are restricted from doing the things you need to do.

The fridge sits empty and in need of new groceries, laundry stays piled up by the washer where they wait to be cleaned, and Eddie is waiting for your response worrying about your well being - that is if he hasn't already contacted the national guard to track your location.

Everything is so shitty, the pain, the hurting, the guilt, the frustration. You feel like you're a balloon that's been filled up too much and is waiting to burst at the seams.

You don't have to take long before the heated tears from your eyes fall down, hitting the bridge of your nose, only to land on the pillow beneath your head. It's not a violent cry, at least not yet, just frustrated tears that seem to slip away from their barricade.

You don't even notice the front door of your apartment opening or the sound of Eddie calling for your name, only focusing on the pulsating of your uterus that debilitates your body.

"Fuck, baby I've been worried about you," You don't even turn and look at him, your eyes are still harshly closed. By the sound of his voice you know he's out of breath, brown curls probably wild from the speed of his running.

"Shit, sweetheart, are you okay?" The worry in his voice hits right on the spiderweb crack, shattering you into a million little pieces.

You can't hold it back, the wailing that rips from your throat is something close to bone chilling. Tears streams from your eyes without relent, whole body shaking from the cries that rip from your body.

It doesn't take more than thirty seconds to feel the bed dip as your boyfriend crawls into bed next to you. He doesn't think twice before pulling you in, one arm wrapped around your back and the other soothing down your hair on the side of your head.

"It's okay, baby. M'here, you're okay." Eddie coos and it's like music to your ears.

The warmth from his body fills you in a way your heating pad couldn't. Even with the mucus that fills your nose you catch a whiff of his scent, smoke, pine, and outside -undoubtedly him. His calloused hand runs soothingly up and down your back, allowing your bones to relax into his touch.

Eddie doesn't have to ask, he knows you better than you know yourself, and the way your scrunched up on your bed and crying he knows that you've been battling your pain all day.

"Sweetheart, you have to breath. Can you do that for me? Take one big deep breath, s'all I want, okay?"

You nod your head against his chest, following the way his chest moves as he demonstrates for you. Between hiccupped breaths and streaming tears, you allow your lungs to fill up with as much air as you can take in, releasing it right after in one long exhale.

"Good job, baby. Did such a good job f'me." Eddie's being soft with you, a side of him he only allows you to see and no one else.

You let his praise melt over you, soaking it right up like the plants in a drought. For the first time since you woke up you feel lighter, something you only feel when Eddie's by you. The cramps that have been going nonstop have finally subsided, the presence of your boyfriend scaring them away.

"It hurt so bad, Eds. S'really bad today." Your voice is shaky, as if one wrong move and you can break out into another sob.

"I know, honey, but it's okay. I'm gonna take care of you, kay? I'm gonna make it all better."

You both know that he has no control over what your body decides to do but just the promise alone has your worries easing away. Your body relaxes into him, your knees slowly falling down to their normal position until your laying right up against him.

"On a scale from one to ten, where are you at?" You take a moment to think about it, really evaluating the squeezing of your organs.

"Was a ten but now it's like a seven."

Eddie hums, his hand still soothing up and down your back. A small pause settles over his words, like he's trying to wrack his brain for the next action he's going to make so you can feel better.

"How 'bout you get some rest, then when you get up we'll get you something to eat? Sound okay?" You nod again, too tired to form any sort of response.

Eddie acknowledges your response with a kiss to the top of your head, making you hum in content when he does. It doesn't take long for the tiredness of your body to settle over you, quiet snores coming from your nose in no time.

Even if his arms fall asleep and his back feels stiff, Eddie stays there with you, soothing you in your sleep to ensure that your pain stays at bay. When you do wake up he's right there, waiting for you with some water and more medicine before helping you into the shower.

He's not magic and he has no idea what to do when it comes to woman's health but Eddie Munson will be damned if a period makes his girl cry like that again.

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[she-talks-to-angels-14]

Please Stay With Me

JJ Maybank x reader

Warnings: swearing, contains spoilers for season 4 episode 10 of OBX. Trauma.

Summary: y/n finds JJ injured after saving Kie and desperately tries to save him.

Part 2

I do not own this GIF all credit to the creator. _____________________________________________

I was just finding my bearings after losing JJ in the sand storm when I see Groff running out of a court yard area and Kiara’s scream echo through the wind. I run in the direction Groff came from and there on the ground I see JJ, blood covering his clothes. I fall to my knees moving kie out of the way and immediately applying pressure to the wound. “Jayj stay with me please!” I sob as tears stream down my face.

“H-hey…don’t cry..” JJ let out a weak chuckle before he began to cough up blood, some of it landing on my cheek. He weakly lifted his hand up to wipe the blood from my cheek, a weak smile on his face.

“Don’t you leave me!” I cry applying more pressure to the wound. “Stay with me.” I cry even harder. “Pope, John B help!” I scream for the others.

John B and pope came running over quickly, seeing JJ bleeding out in my arms. Pope’s eyes widened as he took in the scene and immediately ran over to put pressure on the wound as well, tears pricking his eyes.

John B kneeled down next to me and gently placed his hand on my shoulder, looking at JJ with a worried expression.

“JJ stay with me.” I cry out again “we’re gonna get you help!” I look down at JJ he’s not moving his eyes closed. “We have to get him to a hospital!”

“We can’t…” Pope says, looking at JJ’s body, his skin turning pale and cold. He has lost a lot of blood and he didn’t have much time left.

“We have to! I will not lose him too!” I shout tearing at my shirt to make a tourniquet and wrapping it around his abdomen.

John B looks over at me with a sad expression as he holds JJ’s hand. Pope grabs my shoulder and tries to pull me away from JJ’s body. “Y/N… he’s gone..”

“He’s not gone! If you won’t help me I’ll do it myself!” I say grabbing JJ and trying to carry him out to the vehicle. He lets out a groan and that powers me to keep moving. “Stay with me Jayj.”

JJ’s groan made John B and Pope spring into action, rushing over to me they took JJ from me. He let out another groan as they pick him up.

We make it to the jeep and I climb in the back, resting JJ’s head on my lap, the others climb in and we speed away. Tears are staining my face and I can’t stop the sobs racking my body. “Stay with me Jayj” I cry as I stroke his hair.

JJ is barely awake, his breathing was ragged and shallow. He tries to say something, but he can’t, all that comes out are weak, pained groans. His eyes slowly fluttered open and looked up at me, tears pricking his own eyes.

“I’m here, we’re gonna get you help” I cry as I look into his eyes.

Soon we’re pulling into a hospital parking lot. The others jump out of the car and help me get JJ into the emergency room.

“We need help he’s been stabbed.” I cry out as we reach the triage desk.

A nurse quickly runs over to us, taking in JJ’s pale, almost lifeless body. She immediately calls for a gurney and begins shouting orders at other nurses.

The nurses begin to roll JJ away and I am running alongside the gurney until we get to a set of double doors and an orderly pulls me away from him as he’s wheeled through the doors. “No! Let me go!” I cry out as I’m ripped away from JJ, tears still streaming down my face.

John B rushes over to me, taking me away from the orderly and wrapping me in his arms. “It’s okay, he’s in good hands now.” He soothes rubbing my back gently.

“I can’t lose him.” I say through sobs, as I bury my head in John B’s chest. He escorts me to the waiting room and we wait patiently for the doctor to return with hopefully good news.

Two hours had passed with no word from any of the doctors. My body vibrated with anxiety and worry creased my brows. I had cried so much that I physically couldn’t cry anymore. My face was sticky with dry tears and my throat was now sore, I was a mess.

Sarah, Cleo, and Kie had left about 10 minutes ago to find snacks, they have since returned a bag of chips in hand. Sarah gently hands me the bag of chips. “I’m not hungry.” I say hoarsely placing the bag of chips down in my lap.

“You have to eat something, you’ve been crying for two hours straight and you need something to eat.” Sarah says, placing her hand on my shoulder.

“I’m just not in the mood.” I croak.

A figure approaching catches my eye and I realize it’s the doctor. I stand and rush over to meet him. “How is he? Can I see him?”

The doctor looks down at me with a sad expression. “He’s out of surgery, but I’m afraid the next 24 hours are crucial.” He says gently, putting a hand on my shoulder. “I will take you to him, and we can talk on the way.”

I follow the doctor away from the others, my heart hammers so hard in my chest that I can hear it in my ears. “What do we need to talk about doctor?” I ask trying to keep the bile from rising in my throat.

The doctor leads me down the hall to JJ’s room, “and you are JJ’s?” He questions as we walk.

“Girlfriend.” I finish his sentence my heart racing and anxiety filling my body

The doctor nodded his head and took a deep breath before speaking again. “There was substantial damage done.”

“What do you mean?” I ask as tears brim my eyes again

“The knife nicked his liver, he’s lost a lot of blood.”

“Will he be ok doctor?” I ask tired of him beating around the bush.

“We’re not sure.” The doctor says bluntly.

“How are you not sure?” I squeak out “what aren’t you telling me?”

The doctor takes a long deep breath before speaking again. “JJ flatlined on the operating table twice..he was lucky to survive the first time but his body was weakened so much that he almost didn’t make it through the second one.”

“Oh my god.” I cry out.

“He needs to rest and we are going to monitor him closely.” The doctor says as he stops in front of a door. “You can go visit with him but be aware it may be a while until he wakes up.”

I enter his room and immediately go to the chair by his bed pulling it closer to him. I sit down and take his hand in mine. Tears are streaking my face again and I can’t stop them. JJ looked so pale and lifeless lying there in the hospital bed, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

I continued to hold his hand, my eyes scanning his features through the tears. All I can do was hope and pray he wakes up soon. Exhaustion was setting in and I bent over and lay my head down on his bed.

My eyes are heavy and I am nearly asleep when a soft knock sounds on the door, I look up and see John B, Pope, Kie, Sarah, and Cleo entering the room. I lay my head back on the bed not saying much to them when they enter.

The others all take seats around the room, their eyes falling on JJ’s body as they share worried glances with each other.

Kie and Sarah both place a hand on my shoulder in a comforting manner, they know I am struggling to hold it together right now. None of us speak for what feels like hours. We sit there in silence and I’m slipping in and out of sleep when I hear John B speak.

“We can’t let Groff get away with this.” He says firmly.

“If I see him it’s on site.” I say lifting my head up and making eye contact with John B. “I will fuck his world up.”

“Guys we need to focus on getting JJ better right now.” Pope chimes in trying to calm John B and I down.

“You’re right Pope.” I sigh and lay my head back down. Moments later the exhaustion finally took over and sleep consumed me.

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The feeling of someone stroking my hair wakes me from my slumber, my back aches from being hunched over all night. I slowly open my eyes trying to get them to focus.

When my eyes finally focus, I look up to see JJ’s eyes staring back at me. He is still pale and looks tired, but he’s awake and alive. He smiles weakly as he continues to run his fingers through my hair.

“Please tell me I’m not dreaming.” I say softly as tears brim my eyes.

“You’re not dreaming, sweetheart.” JJ’s voice is raspy and hoarse from not using it for so long. He continues to gently play with my hair as he stares at me with tired eyes.

“Oh thank god.” I say as tears run down my face. “I thought I had lost you”

“I’m right here.” JJ reassured me, his fingers now gently caressing my cheek, wiping away tears. “It’s going to take a lot more than a knife to get rid of me.”

I couldn’t stop the tears from falling from my eyes. “It almost did get rid of you, you coded twice.” I cry even more.

JJ’s expression softened as he continued to wipe away my tears. “I know..but I’m still here aren’t I?” he says softly, his hand moving from my face to my shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Yes you are,” I say my voice strained. “But you almost didn’t make it. Your own dad stabbed you and I nearly lost you.”

JJ’s expression darkened at the mention of Groff. His jaw clenches and a hint of anger flashes in his eyes. “That bastard is going to pay for this.” he said, his voice filled with venom.

“He will pay. But for now you have to get better.” I say taking his hand in mine squeezing it gently. I straighten my back groaning in slight pain as I sit up in my chair

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice filled with worry.

“I’m fine my back is just stiff from sleeping slumped over your bed last night.” I smile softly.

JJ frowns slightly, “You didn’t have to sleep like that, you could have slept on the couch or something.”

“I wasn’t leaving you.” I sigh softly “I wanted to be as close as possible to you, my back is killing me but it was worth it.”

JJ’s expression softened at my words. He knew how stubborn I could be, especially when it came to him. “You’re so stubborn, y’know that?” a small smile plays on his lips.

“I know I am.” I giggle softly “but I wasn’t leaving your side.

JJ chuckles softly at my stubbornness. “I don’t deserve you, you’re too good for me.”

“It’s me who doesn’t deserve you.” I counter.

“Don’t say that, you deserve the world. I’m the one who causes trouble.” he says, his eyes locking with mine.

“Well I can’t argue with that.” I laugh softly “you do cause trouble, downtown OBX is testament enough to that.”

JJ rolls his eyes again, a smirk on his face, “Yeah, I’ll give you that one. But I don’t cause that much trouble.”

“You destroyed every store front downtown” I giggle looking over at him “I’m pretty sure you also stole from one of the jewelry stores.” I raise my eyebrow at him.

“Okay so my crashout was not my finest moment.” He looks down his gaze averting from mine. “I’m sorry I cause so much trouble.”

“Don’t look away from me.” I say lifting his head up with my hand. “I like that you’re a trouble maker, keeps life interesting.”

JJ smirks as I lift his head to meet my gaze, a playful look in his eyes. “Oh really? You like that I’m a trouble maker?”

“I always have had a thing for bad boys.” I giggle looking over at him

“So my bad boy reputation is what made you fall for me?” He teases.

“No, your unwavering loyalty to those you care about, is the quality that really made me fall for you.” I admit.

“The quality you love most about me is what landed me here.” He gestures to the hospital bed.

“No that’s not what landed you here, your shitty father is the cause of that.” My words laced with disgust. “But enough about that, you need to lay back and rest.”

“But I don’t want to rest. I’m fine, really.” he protests with a chuckle.

“You need to,” I watch him fight off a wince as he chuckles. “I’m not going anywhere I’ll be right here until you’re released.”

He reluctantly nods, slowly lying back down in the hospital bed. “You’re not gonna leave me alone for a second, are you?”

“You kidding me?” I ask looking over to him “the last time I left you alone you got yourself stabbed trying to rescue kie.”

“I’m sorry.” he says softly, reaching out to gently grab my hand again. “I didn’t mean to scare you like that.”

“Don’t apologize, you’re loyal to a fault I wouldn’t expect you to have done anything different in the situation” I squeeze his hand. “All that matters is that you’re okay though”

JJ squeezes my hand back, “I just hate how stressful this was for you.” he says softly, looking up at me with concern in his eyes. “I never want to make you cry again, your eyes are still puffy from crying.” His free hand cups my face.

“I don’t think I could cry even if I wanted to.” I admit softly “I cried so much yesterday I don’t think I have any more tears to cry.”

“I’m sorry I put you through that.”

“Don’t you dare apologize, you did what you always do, protected those you care about”

JJ was quiet for a moment, taking in my words. “But I still scared you. I can see it in your eyes, you’re worried about me.”

“Of course I worry about you.” I admit “but that’s what comes with the territory.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” he says, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You worry too much, though.”

“I think I worried the appropriate amount considering you were dying Jayj.”

JJ winces at the reminder of how close he had been to death. “Yeah, that was…a close call.”

“It was a close call for sure. I honestly thought I had lost you for good.” I feel tears brimming my eyes.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” he says softly, gently tilting my chin up so I’m looking at him. “I’m still here, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”

“You promise?”

“I promise, I’m not going anywhere.”ijí

“Good, it nearly killed me thinking I’d lost you.” I admit to him now sobbing.

He pulls me into a gentle embrace, holding me close as I cry. “I know, and I’m sorry for putting you through that.” he whispers, running his fingers through my hair soothingly.

“It’s not your fault.” I squeak out and the tears continue to stream down my face.

“Hey, hey it’s okay. Let it out.” He whispers holding me tighter. “I’m here, I’ve got you.”

“I don’t want to lose you” I admit through my tears, as I bury my head into his chest.

He gently tilts my head up so he can look into my eyes. “You won’t lose me, I promise.” he says firmly, wiping away my tears with his thumb. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not.”

“I’m ok with that.” I admit to him.

“Good, because I’m not planning on going anywhere anytime soon.” he says, pulling me back into a tight embrace.

I melt into his embrace, my breathing evening back out as he holds me. My heart hammers in my chest. JJ held me against his chest. He presses a gentle kiss to the top of my head, his arms wrapped tightly around me.

Taking a deep breath I collect myself and pick my head up to look him in the eyes. “I need to tell you something.”

JJ looks down at me, his brow furrowing slightly. “What is it?”

I take a deep breath calming my nerves before speaking “I’m pregnant.” I whisper out quickly.

JJ’s eyes widened in surprise, “You’re…pregnant?” he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes.” I say softly as I look down at the bed.

JJ is silent for a moment, trying to process the news. “Are…are you sure?” he asks, his voice trembling slightly.

“I’m positive.” I sigh “I found out right before we left for Morocco.” I look down at my feet and twiddle my thumbs.

“And you didn’t tell me until now?” he asks, his voice a mixture of disbelief and confusion.

“Well I didn’t know how to tell you.” I admit. “I had planned to tell you once we found the blue crown, then you got stabbed and I thought I’d be doing this alone.”

“You’re not doing this alone.” He says firmly lifting my chin to meet his gaze.

“I know that now, but 24 hours ago i wasn’t so sure.”

“I know it was scary, but you don’t have to be scared anymore.” he says softly, his eyes locked on mine. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to take care of you and our baby, no matter what.”

“I know that.” I sigh “but we have to get you out of this hospital and healed up first.” I smile softly

JJ lets out a soft chuckle, his expression lightening slightly. “Yeah, I guess that’s true.” he says, wincing as he shifts in the hospital bed. “But I feel fine, really. I’m sure I could leave today if I wanted to.”

“Absolutely not.” *I say sternly, “you’ll stay as long as the doctors tell you to.”

JJ pouts playfully, giving me his best puppy dog eyes. “But I hate hospitals. They’re so boring and stuffy.”

“I really don’t care. You’re staying here and getting better and I’ll be right here with you.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll stay. But I’m gonna be complaining the entire time.”

“That’s fine complain all you want but it won’t change anything” I smirk over to him

“You’re a pain in the ass you know that?”

“I could say the same about you.” I smirk, pulling my hand from his and resting it on my stomach. “But I love you anyway.”

“And I love you.” He reaches out and gently places his hand over mine on my stomach.

I smile up at his, my heart fluttering when a knock on the door cuts the moment short. JJ looks up at the door as the knock interrupts the moment. He sighs softly, his hand still resting on mine.

“Come in.” he calls out.

John B busts through the door. “Dude you’re awake!” His smile stretches from ear to ear.

“Yeah I’m awake.” JJ chuckles at John B’s enthusiasm.

John B’s eyes fall to mine and JJ’s hands that are still resting on my stomach. “What’s going on?” His eyes meet ours again.

“I think we should tell him.” JJ says looking over to me. I nod in response.

“Tell me what?” John B’s brow now furrowed.

“Y/N is pregnant.” JJ says with a large smile plastered on his face.

“Wait what?” John B asks completely shocked at the revelation.

“It’s true JB” I say softly.

John B’s mouth fell open, his eyes wide as he tries to process the information. He sits there for a moment, completely stunned, before a huge smile spreads across his face.

“Holy crap, I’m gonna be an uncle!” he exclaims, a mix of excitement and disbelief in his voice.

“Well I was thinking more like god father.” I smile over at John B, who has been like a brother to me since we were in the 5th grade.

John B’s eyes widen even further, if that’s even possible. “You’re letting me be the godfather? That’s the best news I’ve ever heard!”

“You’re pretty much family.” I smile over to him. “I think I speak for both of us when I say we want you to be the godfather.” I look over to JJ hoping I didn’t cross a line.

JJ nods in agreement, his expression softening. “Yeah, you’re basically family. You’ve been there for us through everything.” he says, a warm smile on his face. “There’s no one else we’d rather have as the godfather.”

John B smiles at both of us, his eyes slightly misty. “Thank you guys. It means a lot.” He says his voice cracking a bit.

“Of course.” JJ and I say in unison.

“There’s no one I’d trust more to take care of our baby if something were to happen to JJ and I.” I admit to John B, JJ nods in agreement.

“I promise, I’ll do everything in my power to take care of them if something happens to you two.” he says, his voice full of determination. “I’ll protect them with my life.”

“Thank you JB.” I smile and John B nods.

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A knock on the door rings out and in walks the doctor. He’s come in to check on JJ and I take the opportunity to get up and stretch my legs a bit.

While the doctor is in with JJ I run to the vending machines and grab a snack and a drink.

The doctor is leaving the room as I make it back. I nod at him and enter JJ’s room. I head back to my seat, the one I’ve been occupying since last night. My body is tired and my eyes are heavy, a slight yawn escaping my lips as I sit down.

JJ notices my tired expression and frowns slightly. “You look exhausted.” he says softly, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair out of my face.

“I am,” I admit “my body just tires out quicker right now, that and I didn’t sleep the best last night.”

His frown deepens at my words. “Why didn’t you sleep well?” he asks, concern evident in his voice.

“I was worried about you.” I say softly through another yawn. “That and this chair is not the best place to sleep.”

“Hey come lay with me.” He says scooting over and making room for me on the bed. “I want to hold you and sleeping in that chair cannot be good for the baby.”

“Are you sure?” I ask tiredly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

JJ nods firmly, patting the spot next to him on the bed. “I’m sure. I promise you won’t hurt me.” he says, his voice reassuring. “I want you to be comfortable, and you can’t do that in that chair.”

“Ok then.” I climb up in the bed with him, careful not to make any sudden movements to cause his wound to hurt. I curl into his side and lay my head on his chest.

JJ wraps his arms around me, holding me close to him. He lets out a content sigh.

“Much better.” he murmurs, gently rubbing my back. “Now we can both get some rest.”

“Mhmm.” I nod and soon sleep overtakes me.

[redhead1180]

JJ's Rough Day

JJ has a bad day and you pay for it.

Thanks to @rafesthroatbaby for the inspiration and hope you enjoy girl.

MDNI

I was in the kitchen getting dinner ready when I heard my boyfriend come through the front door.

"Hey J, hope you're in the mood for spaghetti" I holler out as I put the garlic bread in the oven. I was in the in the process of straightening up, when I felt his hands squeeze the fat of my ass, causing me to chuckle.

"M'not hungry for food" JJ growled as his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me flush against him. He pushed my hair to the side and I felt his lips attach to my sweet spot under my ear. I let out a small gasp. I feel his other hand makes its way down to grabbed my clothes cunt.

"Easy tiger, let's eat and then we can play." I chuckle as I wrap my fingers around his wrist, and my other hand reaches behind me running my fingers through his hair. He grabs and pulls my hair, forcing me to look up as he spins us around and facing the island.

"I don't want food, I've had a bad day, I need you to get on your knees now and suck me." He demands turning me around roughly, pushing down on my shoulders until I fall on my knees, wincing when they hit the linoleum. JJ has one hand gripped tightly in my hair as he unbuttons his shorts with his other one. I can see his bulge through his shorts and immediately feel myself getting wet.

"J-"

"You can't suck my dick and talk at the same time, now hush baby, be my good girl and open for me" he commands tapping my cheek. I open my mouth obediently and stick out my tongue, knowing when he gets in this type of mood to not argue.

"That's my good girl" he praises before spitting in my mouth. I look at him with doe eyes and reach up to pull his boxers down. I begin to trace his V-line with kisses. He pulls my hair roughly causing me to whimper.

"Stop fucking teasing."

I look at him and he is looking down at me with lust and frustration. His eyes are nearly black, just a small rim of blue around the edge. I wrap my mouth around the tip and he groans and shoves his dick in my mouth. I gag as it hits the back of my throat, not prepared for the sudden intrusion.

"Fuck" he moans out as begins to snap his hips back and forth, building up speed. I relax my throat, but he is fucking my mouth so fast I can't stop gagging. I grab his thighs to steady myself, spit and precum running out the sides of my mouth.

"Fuck Mama, your mouth feels so damn heavenly. God I'm going to cum-" he cuts off with a grunt and holds my head smashed against his Adonis belt. I feel ropes of white, hot cum shoot down my throat as he climaxes. I barely get it all swallowed down when he is pulling my hair to stand me up. I whine out but find myself so turned on, so wet from his dominance. He takes an arm and swipes off the island behind me, I hear clashes and bangs behind me as pans, vegetable, utensils clatter to the floor.

"I'm not done with you yet" he mutters against my lips as he desperately kisses me, forcing his tongue in my mouth. I grab his face, hanging on as I feel a gush of wetness soak my panties. He rips my shirt off, followed by my bra and lifts me up on the island, his lips never leaving mine. I could feel his desperation in our kiss, he needed another release, he was so angry. It wasn't at me, but my pussy was going to get the brunt of it. The thought made little bolts of electricity shoot to my core.

"Papa, please" I begged as I tore my mouth away for air. He begin an assault on my neck, biting down on my sweet spot, causing me to cry out and pull his hair. He grunted as he made his way to my breasts, nipping and kissing the whole way. He latched onto my left breast, roughly kissing and biting it, making me whimper. His hand squeezing and pinching the other nipple, making both come to the party. He tapped my leg with his other hand, I raised my butt up and he pulls my panties and shorts down in one go. I gasp as the cold air hits my soaked pussy.

He slapped my thigh and grunted "Open" before grabbing my ankles and placing my feet on the edge of the countertop. He pulled me forward until I was sitting on the edge and begin leaving open mouthed kisses on my inner thighs, nipping as he went. I was going to have so many marks by the time we were done. I didn't care.

"You're so fucking wet, Mama" JJ chuckled as he looked up at me shoving two fingers in me, making me gasp. "You like me treating you rough and like my whore?" He asks as he rubs his fingers along my sweet gummy spot making me moan. I grab the edge of the countertop and curl my toes.

"Yeah Papa, I do" I moan as I look down at him "Now fuck me with your tongue like your god damn slut." Without another word he latches on to my clit making me groan and I throw my head back. He alternates between sucking and licking my clit, causing my body to heat up. He keeps just rubbing my G-spot, not pumping his fingers, teasing me, yet causing my whole body to jerk from just enough stimulation. I start rocking my hips against his mouth, wanting more, feeling my stomach tighten. He slaps my thigh harshly, making me cry out.

"You'll take what I give you."

"Papa please, more" I beg. He removed his fingers making me groan and moves his mouth to my soaked hole. Licking and sucking on my lower lips, he moves his thumb to rub my clit. I grab his hair as I feel my core begin to tingle. He begins fucking me with his tongue and just when I feel ready to snap he stops, making me cry out and moan.

"Fuck JJ" I yell out, frustration evident I was denied my orgasm. He stands up, pulls me off the counter, flipping me around. He slaps my ass hard several times on both cheeks causing me to yell out and my juices to drip down my thighs.

"You'll get to cum when I want you to and that's not my name. Now spread'em" he demands, using his knees to push my legs further apart. I widen my stance as he pushes my head down onto the island. Without warning he shoves his cock in my pussy, making me scream from the stretch, but also because my orgasm had been so close I immediately felt it come back.

Without any adjustment time, he immediately starts slamming into me. I whine as I grab for anything around me, trying to ground myself. JJ grabs my wrists and pins them behind, using them as leverage as he rails me from behind. I can hear him moaning behind me.

"God I love your pussy, always so tight and ready for me" he groans behind me. My hips slam against the counter, sure to leave bruises, as he ruts into me before slamming me against it again.

Papa, I'm gonna cum, please" I pant out as I feel tears run down my cheeks.

He slaps me a few times on my ass, let's go of my hands and grabs under my chin, pulling my backwards to look at him over me. My back arching causing him to hit that sweet spot. I grab the edge of the counter.

"you don't cum till I tell you to, baby. Be my good girl"

He continues to slam into me, speeding up, my eyes roll back in my head. I feel insides are on fire needing their release. I can feel his thrusts start to get sloppy as he groans and pants above me. My walls start to flutter, I can't hold it much longer.

"Papa, I can't hold it" I struggle to squeak out.

"Cum for me, baby, cum with me" he pants out.

He barely finishes the sentence when I feel my body to shake as the band snaps and I scream out. My climax hits me like a freight train and I feel myself cum all over him. He slams into me one final time as he lets out a pornographic "FUCK" and I feel his seed coat my walls. I feel him thrust into me a few more times slowly as we ride out our high. He rests his head between my shoulder blades for a minute, catching his breath, before peppering my back with kisses.

"I didn't hurt you did I baby" he asks, his voice laced with concern.

"No" I pant out.

"Good, I'm sorry, I just had a shit day" he complains as he pulls his softening dick out of me, making me whimper.

I turn around on shaky legs and give him a kiss.

"Good, you can clean up the mess you made and order pizza, since you made me burn dinner" I smile as I pat his cheek.

"Shit" he sighs "Guess I deserve that"

Moots tagged

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[thedeadstoryteller1]

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𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘. 𝑋𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑜𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑙. 𝐼𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙.

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𝐴𝑢𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒 : 𝐼𝑛 𝘩𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟'𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝘩 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔... 𝐼 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝘩𝑖𝑝𝑝 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝. 𝑆𝑂 .. 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑎𝑤 𝑤𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝑁𝑜 𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑟 ... 𝑠𝑜 𝐼 𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑒𝑠 ... 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑦𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑎. 𝐼 𝘩𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦.

“Xavier you idiot, I told you I had it.” I shout at him while he’s gasping for air. 

“I’m fine… really.” He tries standing up but his face grows pale and he falls back down. His head  bleeding profusely and judging by the way he is holding his side, he’s broken some ribs. 

“Stay down.” I command. Ripping a part of my shirt I apply pressure to his open head wound. He winces trying to move my hand away, but I give him a menacing look that makes him stay still. 

“It’s just a scratch.” He says while coughing up some blood. 

“You got slammed into a wall by the wanderer trying to shield me from its attack. You almost got crushed. Your head won’t stop bleeding and you’re coughing up blood. Backup is on the way.. please try to hold on.” My voice cracks at the end. Seeing him on the ground trying to defuse his situation only makes me shed a few tears.  “I can’t lose you okay? Stay with me.” 

“I - I just need a n-nap .. I’ll be-.” His eyes roll back before he finishes his sentence, panic strikes my heart. His breathing grows more shallow. 

“Xavier, please hold on a bit longer.” I plead. His eyes try to flutter to stay awake. “Please.. please hold on baby.” 

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of hopelessness the backup team arrives. Moving me out the way, the team does their best to stabilize him for transport. 

“He’s not breathing and has no pulse, starting chest compression.” 

The next few moments happen while I’m in a haze, unable to comprehend what I’m seeing. His clothing is being torn apart, and his chest rises up and down from the shock sent to his heart. Someone is holding onto my shoulder, while I’m on my knees crying and begging for him to live. 

He’s gonna die. 

The chatter in the room grows quiet, all waiting for a sign of life. 

That's when the heart monitor beeps. 

“He’s back.” 

Immediately Xaiver is put on a stretcher, and taken to the ambulance. 

“Come on, let's go.” The hand on my shoulder squeezes me gently, allowing me to come back to my senses. 

“Tara?” I say while wiping the snot from my nose. “What are you doing here?” 

“You called for backup… and well… Here I am. Your voice sounded so worried and when I heard you scream man down. I immediately thought of Xav.”  I quickly take her in my arms and cry a bit more on her shoulder. 

“Oh Tara, the idiot pushed me out the way. I had my back turned and he pushed me. He’s gonna die because of me. I ki-.” 

“Hey.” She cuts me off “Xaiver is one tuff cookie, he’s gonna be okay. Come on, you’ll be the first person he’d like to see when he wakes up. And we can’t have you looking like a mess, you'll scare him away.” She looked into my eyes with sincerity, still I could see the fear behind her eyes. She too was worried he wasn’t gonna make it. I let out a small smile and we race to the car, trailing behind the ambulance. 

Xavier suffered from a brain bleed, and fractured ribs. Two ribs punctured his lungs. He was in surgery for almost a whole day. Thankfully he made it, it was now a matter of time for him to wake up. I sat there by his bed holding his hand, with the help from Dr. Zayne I was able to stay even after visiting hours. 

Almost a week had gone by and Xavier was still sleeping. This was the one time where I wished he didn’t. Doctors and nurses reassured me it was perfectly normal… especially after brain surgery.  

If they only knew how much he slept in general, they wouldn't consider him normal. A few days go by and he is still fast asleep. The patch of hair is starting to grow back and the bruising in his face starts to fade.  The days seem to blur together, I sit there by his bedside holding in hand. My eyes are closed but I’m not resting, afraid of the heart monitor going flat again. I stay on high alert. 

“Is it possible to squeeze a hand off?” He whispers. My head perks up to meet his blue eyes. 

In a single second, I feel like I can finally breathe. My worry had finally washed away. He's awake .. he did it. He’s alive… 

His blue eyes stare at me with confusion, I know I look a mess… I haven't stopped crying since I got to the hospital. The realization hits his body as he takes in his surroundings. After realizing he’s in a hospital bed, he could only look at me with a somber expression. I knew at that moment his heart broke a bit to see me like that. 

“You’re awake.” I huff, my excitement  takes the best of me and I fly into his arms. He winces at the pain, but holds me close. Not letting me leave his arms.  “Oh I’m sorry…” 

“It’s okay, don’t go. Let me feel your warmth.” His face burrows in my neck as he holds me tight. 

“I thought I lost you.. You .. died.” I can’t control the tears, feeling him alive and breathing it’s an indescribable feeling. 

“It’s okay, I’m here now. I’m sorry for scaring you.” He strokes my hair softly, then places a small kiss on my neck's sweet spot.  A small moan espaces my lip, he continues to move from my neck to my lips. 

He kisses me gently, cupping my face in his hands. The heart rate monitor beeps a little faster, I try to pull away but he only deepens the kiss. Kissing me more passionately and intensely, I never realized how long I craved his kiss. Our lips move in sync, and I feel my cunt start to throb. 

I want you to touch me. I need you to touch me. 

As if he was reading my thoughts, he slides his hand under my sweater and starts rubbing  small circles on my nipple with his thumb. 

“Xaiver.” I moan in between our heated kisses. 

“I want you.’’ He pants, breaking away from my lips. “I need to touch you.” His eyes lock into mine. His blue orbs looked at me with desire. I’m helpless against his wishes.  

“But you’re still recovering, I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“I can take it.” 

“We are in a hospital, someone may enter.”  I blush. 

“I don’t care, It’s 3am and the blinds are closed.” His ears grow red. “You’ll cum quickly for me.” He smirks, he sits up and points at the chair. Taking off the nasal cannula and placing it to the side of the bed, he plants his feet to the cold ground. If he was in pain he wasn't going to show it. 

I follow his order to sit on the chair. He makes his way towards me, it's not a long distance considering I moved the chair to be closer to him. He gets on his knees… 

I know that look… he’s feral. 

“Xaiver Im - .” Before I can even finish my sentence, he parts my legs open. My pink skirt does me no justice in hiding anything.  

His cold  fingers find their way to my warm pussy. He teasinging rubs his index finger on my clit, I sink into the chair and bite my lip hard.  Slow circle-like motions make me grip onto the armrest. I try so hard not to moan and give us away. 

“You’re so wet.” He whispers while glancing at me.

He takes my leg and throws it over his shoulder, spreading my legs even further. One of his arms holds my thigh close to his head. He places small kisses and bites my thigh gently. He slides my panites over and without warning he shoves his fingers into my vagina.  

“Xaiver.” I pant. His face still buried in my thigh, he peeks in my direction. His fingers quicken, causing my legs to shake. His fingers go in me so deeply with each small moan. He's proud of himself, judging by his smug look. 

In and out they go, we stare at each other as he is pleasuring me with his beautiful, god like hands. Biting my lips harder, his eyes screaming he wants more. 

In a swift motion, he puts my other leg on his shoulder but not before completely taking off my thong. My skirt rises up, exposing me completely. We lock eyes again, he takes his fingers and licks his fingers clean off. 

“I need to taste.” He moans. 

His heartbeat is steady, while mine is beating out of my chest. With no hesitation his tongue finds my clit. Rubbing sweet motions to my throbbing cunt. He takes my thighs and shoves my pussy deeper into his face. Pure ecstasy is released to my body, the motion of his tongue exploring me is just enough to make me cum.  However, I make myself hold on. 

No not yet.. A little longer. 

I repeat this in my head over and over. My hands make my way to his hair, tugging on it slightly while I moan out his name in a whisper. 

The vibration of his moan in my pussy makes me shake. He quickens the pace, violently licking me until I can no longer hold it in. I release myself onto his face with no warning.  I can feel his gigantic smirk. 

He pants, trying to gasp for air. While licking his lips, he grabs my thong and helps me put it back on. Giving me one more kiss on my thighs before getting back up and going back to the hospital. He puts the cannula back into his nose, finally stabilizing his breathing. 

I go and lay next to him, covering us both with the blanket I brought from my house. He holds me tight while placing a small kiss on my forehead. 

“You're okay right? It didn't hurt?”  I look at him with concern. I know he is tired, I know it hurts him but he’s not gonna let me know. 

“It’s alright, nothing some sleep can’t cure.”  He yawns “Or some hot pot.” He exclaims softly. His little blue eyes flutter, trying to stay awake. 

“Xavier… Can you promise me something?.”  He tenses up for a bit, expressionless, like he’s heard this line before. He looks at me with concern before nodding yes. 

“Promise me you won't ever die on me.” My memory takes me back to the night of the accident. I will never forget seeing a flatline on the monitor.  The way his eyes tried so hard to look at me but couldn't hold my gaze. My eyes start to water… I hold back, trying not to ruin our precious moment. 

“I promise.” He kisses my lips once more. I smile before letting the drowsiness take over me. I can finally sleep knowing he’s not going to leave. Just before I’m fully going to pass out he whispers something to himself, I can’t make out the first part but I catch the last part of his sentence. 

“I’m never going to leave you again.”

𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒓... 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒀𝒐𝒖 ♡

𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑶𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 ... 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉 .. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝑿𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉. 𝑱𝒐𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 ! 𝟔𝑷𝑴 𝑬𝑺𝑻 ... 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕.

~ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓~

[sashi-ya]

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WHAT A BEAST 👾 KAFKA HIBINO X F! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 14: ROUGH SEX

🐙 requested by: @aries-m0rningstar I Can ask for Hard sex Kafka x reader for the 14 I'm in ! ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. reader and kafka are on a sweet relationship. rough sex. kafka might allow kaiju no. 8 to take over from time to time... 🐙 wc: 1,6k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

When a real man falls in love, it shows. No matter how you look, if your hair is not clean or brushed, or you are wearing shorts and his shirt… that man will always feel the need to touch you, to bite you, to devour you. And Kafka is a man in love. 

Flowy shorts barely cover your ass, a white shirt you stole from him separates your nudity from the rest of the world. It is late at night; both are tired from working. While Kafka does laundry, you are doing the dishes -unaware of your surroundings, as your attention wanders through the to mental to do list for tomorrow- 

A soft slap startles you; you jolt, barely throwing the plate you have in your hands. 

“Kafka-kun!” you scold him, soon shutting up as his hands surround your waist from behind and his chin rests on the small of your neck. 

“Don’t blame me, you are the one shaking that ass to me” he jokes, kissing your neck. “Are you trying to seduce me?”

You sigh; trying to seduce him? you were just doing the dishes… 

“Did the cat eat your tongue?” he asks, turning you around and pinning you against the counter. 

You smirk; apparently Kafka-kun seems a little bit… horny tonight. 

So, why not indulge on it? 

“Mmm, you could eat me” you tease him, using your wet hand to graze from the bottom up his hardness. 

Kafka flinches a little; that movement of yours might have dealt a deadly blow to him. Something feral wakes up inside, giving him the last push he needed. 

“I don’t want you crying tomorrow…” he threatens you, lifting you up from your legs up until you end up with your belly on his shoulder. 

With you laughing, Kafka carries you like a bag of potatoes, but with his hand on your ass until your bedroom. 

“Now, shall I fuck you my lady?” Kafka says, while crawling on top of you. “With no mercy, sir” you answer back, still thinking this is gonna be a conventional late night love making session… little did you know, your man is about to become… a monster. 

His hand slides under your -his- shirt; up, up, until your breasts. Squeezing one with enough strength you feel it like exploding. 

“Kafk-“ you whine; cut short by his lips trapping yours. 

A kiss and then another, and sharp teeth you were not used to feel against your tongue and lips. Pinching your hard nipple, he continues the lustful smooching that leaves you breathless from time to time. 

Your legs tend to hug his waist as usual, but this time it gets almost impossible as Kafka forces them open with both his knees and free hand. 

“Shh, open them wide for me” he whispers, sexily in your ear; it makes you shiver, when did he ever acted this way? What’s gotten into him? 

You look at his eyes as best as you can, as his kissing has no peace; they gleam, turquoise shining in the darkness of your bedroom. 

“Wh- are you transforming?” you ask, muzzled by his impertinent tongue.  “No…” he answers, short, bare. 

You chose to believe his words; but those eyes…

Your shorts fly away, when his hands -with the strength of a claw- rip them off your body. With them, your panties also go. Completely drenched, your slit becomes a warm refuge for his fingers. 

“Fuck babe, why are you this wet?” he mumbles, as if such wetness only felt like a punishment to his own self-control. 

You smirk; why else if not because he is all you ever wish for? 

“Because I can’t wait for more” you tease him, once again.

Your eyes can see how his light up even more. A surrounding aura that grows bigger, so big you can even feel it on your chest. How could you forget so easily the Kaiju nature of his insides? A monster, an uncontrollable monster… 

Kafka grunts and pins your wrists over your head. A hand is enough to tightly grip them so strong. In between your legs, he gets even more comfortable and with his hardness still covered by his shorts, he gropes your sex with force. 

“More? You want more?” he whispers, with his lips grazing yours and both his hardness and his free hand penetrating your core with absolutely no delicacy. Kafka buries his nose into your neck, inhaling your flesh perfume as if an animal would with the prey it’s about to eat. 

His beckoning motions reach your g spot, hitting precisely and violently the right wall. Walls that spasms, milking motions that anticipate Kafka the way you will probably do with his dick. And girl, he is absolutely delighted by that idea. 

“Should I give you more?” he asks you, watching your eyes become white the more he masturbates you. Undeniably beautiful and lustful, is the melody the sound of his hand slapping against your wet folds, creates. Faster, stronger, louder. Loud like your whines and moans; and the way your back arches as you reach for climax. 

“M-more… ye-yes” you mewl with curling tongues and hands pulling from the sheets underneath. Your core, your womb, everything ready for his intrusion… It is his hardness what you need now. 

Kafka, surprisingly manly, scoffs. A devilish smirk garnishes his often-sweet features, eyes that are now shining like moonstones… he is definitely one with his inner monster. 

“Fine…” he purrs, turning you around in a swift motion you suspect had the help of his Kaiju muscles to do so.  “Ass up, come on” he commands, passing his hand under your lower belly to help your trembling legs do the job. 

Your Kaiju lover buries your head on the pillow as he prepares to -literally- rip your insides in half. His shorts that he takes off only up until his knees, as he is kneeling on the mattress. There is no time to get comfortable; Kafka has just a single thought eating his brain out and it is to bury himself deep inside until you mewl in pleasure. 

And he does; after a couple of pumps and slaps with his shaft against the wetness of your entrance, Kafka finally lets himself impale you with a rough, hard, beastly thrust. 

You whine, but it gets muzzled by your pillow; pillow you bite as the way his hips begin to move like they have never done before. 

His thighs hit your ass with such strength you are sure they are getting hot and inflamed. For better -and deeper- access, Mr. Hibino lifts his left leg, and with his sole against the mattress and his right knee down, he is able to fuck you even harder. 

You try to reach for one of his arms with your hand, as they both support the weight of his body on each side of yours. 

“What- mh? What you want? More?” he asks, going even faster, so out of himself, letting you feel how his hardness becomes even bigger when it’s inside of you. 

“Breath… I need… bre-“ you try to tell him your body can’t move on its own and if you keep burying your nose on the pillowcase, plus the way his rams are hitting you, you won’t be able to breath no more. 

Kafka knows; Kafka noticed it… but Kafka waited until the very end to “save” you. He passed one of his -much more muscular than when he first joined the jakdf- arms under your belly, and the other around your neck, to help you lift up. However, his hips never stop fucking you. 

You are now in a vertical position, in which your back becomes arched enough for your ass and your shoulder blades to only touch his front. Kafka grabs you by your shoulders, passing his arms under your armpits to pin your upper back against his chest. This way, you, like almost crucified, grant him the power of moving you at his very will. 

Getting fucked in this position is not only violent, but also it helps the tip of his sex to hit your gspot in such way you got tears in your eyes… what is this pleasure? More, more, more… don’t stop!

Kafka is able this way to also whisper in your ear while he goes in and out of you. 

“I’m desperate for going harder… allow Kaiju no. 8 to take control for a couple of seconds… please” he begs. 

“Ye-yes… do- it” you whine -scream-. 

Kafka, who is now able to fully tame the monster inside, allows his other half to take over his hips and sex. You are not sure if you have seen it before in such form, but you are now discovering how it feels inside you… and it’s delicious. 

Hard like a rock, a texture you have no clue how to describe, and the motions of his hips that are surprisingly stronger hits you. He sometimes stops when he is deep, deep inside. The way your womb can feel the tip makes your nails to carve marks on his arms. 

Every ram is a moan.  Every thrust makes you closer to a climax you’ve never experienced before… 

“I can’t control myself no more, babe” “Nghhh, I can’t either, love…” 

Poor sheets; wet and sticky… Poor insides of yours, full, trembling, bathed with warm seed… poor your legs, next day you couldn’t go back to the JAKDF base… 

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[itsnoones-stuff]

The one with the accident

Masterlist

TW // mention of blood and death

Summary // your boyfriend of 3 years breaks up with you on the evening of your anniversary, you’re devastated, Five is angry.

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You finish up your makeup, dusting powder lightly across your cheeks, singing along to your favourite song. Tonight’s your 3 year anniversary to your boyfriend Mark, he’s taking you to your favourite restaurant. Just the thought alone excites you. Standing from your desk you walk to the closet, almost throwing the doors open as a small squeal leaves your lips. Scanning through the clothes, you find your little black dress, a staple in any woman’s wardrobe. It’s a little short for how nice the restaurant is but it’s your best dress.

Throwing the dress on you quickly start looking for shoes, you know, the ones that match? Before you could find them you noticed your phone going off across the room. It’s probably Mark, you think to yourself, heading the vanity. Looking down at the screen you see your favourite picture of him, smiling up at you, you smile back for a second before picking up the phone. “Hey babe” you chirp eager to hear his voice. “Hey hun” he sounds somber, you frown at the phone “we need to talk” he continues, you furrow your brows, turning and heading to your bedroom window “about tonight?” You ask, starting to lightly bite your nails, Mike stayed silent for a moment before answering “I’m-“ he stutters, trying to catch his breath. “I’m breaking up with you” those 4 little words managed to shatter your entire world in seconds. You stand there, stunned, using all your strength to stay stood, unable to hear his apologies. You manage to mutter a “what?” Just before he hangs up on you, the words still echoing in your mind. How could he do this on your anniversary?

A moment of silence passed as you stay still, staring out of the window, phone still up to your ear. Left with your own thoughts you begin to breakdown, dropping your phone and falling to your knees, tears begin to fall. You don’t care. You sit there and quietly sob, unable to process what just happened.

Knock knock. The sound echoes through your room, the sadness you felt being replaced by anger “FUCK OFF” you scream, hoping whoever it is will take the hint, they did not. Knock knock. There it is again. You quickly stand, ready to rip someone’s head off. Using your telekinetic powers you slam the bedroom door open with ease, revealing a startled Five, the anger in your body quickly disappearing at the sight of your brother.

“What do you want Five?” You ask, tiredness prevalent in your voice. He scans your face, watching as you wipe the tears from your cheeks, smearing your makeup as you do. “I just wanted to say happy anniversary to you and Mark” he forced a smile, you scoffed, fucking Mark. Five steps closer to you, putting his hands in his pockets and letting out a small sigh. “What did that asshole do?” He asked, already knowing the answer, you looked at him for a moment, your eyes meeting. Taking a deep breath you try to speak, your words are shaky as the tears begin to fall again, “he- he just broke up with me” you sob, throwing yourself down on the foot of your bed. Five looks at you with a mixture of sadness and anger, he hates seeing you cry. Moving closer to the bed, Five pulls you in for a hug, you wrap your arms around him as you cry into his suit jacket, he hugs you tight, gently rubbing your back.

Five stands there, letting you cry it out, trying to ignore your tears seeping into his shirt. He wouldn’t do this for anyone else, he can’t help but fall soft with you. Once the crying subsides you slowly move away from one another, letting out a heavy sigh as you push your now damp hair from your face, done with this night. “Are you alright?” Five asks, startling you slightly, “oh, yeah. I’m fine” you reply looking around the room. He nods knowing you’re lying but nows not the time to argue.

“Hey Y/N” Luther calls you from down the hall, blissfully unaware of what just happened “yeah?” You call back, not wanting to step out your room in this state. He can’t hear you, you try again but to no avail. You stand to your feet with a huff, feeling defeated by the nights events, you drag yourself down the hall as Five follows.

Walking to the top of the stairs that’s when you see him, stood there in the foyer, chatting to Luther with a smug look on his face. “What the fuck do you want Mark?” You ask, anger prevalent in your voice, “I came to tell you that I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean-“ before he could finish the sentence Five appeared behind him, axe in hand. He drove it straight into the back of Marks head. You watched in horror as your brother forcefully pulls the axe out of your ex boyfriends head, watching with glee as the body falls to the floor, bloody beginning to pour out of the open wound. You knew Five didn’t have the best temperament, especially when it came to you but you didn’t he’d go this far.

“What the fuck Five?” You mumble, making your way downstairs and towards the body, watching as the blood pouring out of Mike’s head begins to pool. “What did you do?” You ask more clearly this time, Five stays silent, breathing deeply as he looks down at his prey. Kneeling down in front of your now dead ex, you gently place a hand on his chest. “Five!” Luther finally speaks up, clearly still in shock. “It was an accident” Five mumbles, straightening his blood soaked jacket and lowering the axe. You and Luther watch your brother in disbelief, “this- Five, this is not an accident” Luther stumbles over his words, pointing at the body, you slowly stand to your feet. Stepping over Mike as you go to stand by Five, “it was am accident Luther” you mumble, looking up at him, “Y/N…” he says, unable to understand why you’d go along with something like this, “it was an accident Luther” you snap “help us move him, please” the anger in your voice now gone, you almost plead with your brother. Luther looks back at you, angry at the situation you two got him involved with but hey, that’s what families for, right?

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