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scrollonso · 5 months ago

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Forever — Strollini

Honestly, Lance should have expected something like this. With how often he’s been embarrassing himself recently, it should have been all over his radar that this was a bad, bad idea. But part of what lead him here is the inability to think things through.

Despite that hard learned lesson and the hefty white casts he now sports, Lance obviously has not internalized the lesson that he is doomed to embarrass himself. So that’s how he ends up where he is now. He’s going to blame the bike because if he hadn’t rodd around that track and broken his wrists then he wouldn’t be suffering from the worst case of blue balls he’s ever experienced.

Worse than puberty truly. He’s already losing his mind. Because like the true genius he is, he tried to stop his fall with both his hands. And like the heartless bitch gravity is, she punished his genius by fracturing and displacing his right wrist, fracturing his left wrist, partially fracturing his left hand and finally fracturing the big toe on his right foot.

That was only two weeks ago, but Lance is already extremely frustrated with every part of his life, he can’t write, most of his tasks now operate at one tenth of the speed he normally performs them at, and he can’t even waste time by masturbating because he has no idea how he'd even try with his current situation. He can’t twist either one right, he can’t squeeze on the upstroke, he can barely manage an upstroke without coming clean off the shaft and overshooting the whole thing. And he’s losing his mind.

He’s irritable, he’s touch starved, and with how just generally shitty he feels in the cast itself he’s in no position to ask Luca to help him come to orgasm. He's been helping so much these past fourteen days that Lance would feel too bad to ask him to do anything else for him. So, Lance is alone, out of options, and mind numbingly horny.

All of this combined with his disastrous luck is how he finds himself in this position now. He’s sweaty, his free hand is covered in tacky lube, and his hips and thighs ache from trying to fuck his useless hand, he’s worked himself up into such an overwhelmed deprived frenzy that to his horror he starts to cry and of course, because the world like to laugh at him, Luca walks through the door.

He didn’t hear the elder enter the apartment, and he didn’t hear him knock either. He doesn’t even try to cover himself up with the blanket it’s too far away. Lance simply releases his cock, throws his arm over his eyes as he begins to cry in earnest, and rolls onto his side away from Luca because at least his bare ass is better than his slicked-up, hard penis. Except, in rolling away from Luca he lands harshly on his tender wrist, and he ends up coughing through an episode of shooting pains.

“Jesus Christ.”

“Don’t look at me.”

Lance sobs out. He knows he’ll feel even more ashamed and even more mortified once he faces Luca having cried this much over not being able to jerk off, but he can’t help it. Everything is culminating all at once and he’s drowning.

It’s silent for a moment before Lance startles Lance by draping his blanket over his lower half and sitting on the edge of the mattress where Lance is laying.

“Come on, take a deep breath.”

Lance tries, but he really just can’t. Luca sits with him as he struggles to will his hard-on away and control himself enough to convince the other to leave.

“What’s the matter, caro?”

Lance pulls his knees up to his chest, trying to vanish into thin air.

“Luca please.”

“It’s okay, just talk to me. Let it all out.”

Lance sniffles, finally managing to reign in his tears. He can’t bring himself to face Luca as he airs out his humiliations.

“I’m just really overwhelmed and frustrated.” Luca hums and gently places his hand on the sweaty nape of Lance’s neck and pets his fingers through the soft hair the other is beginning to grow out.

“There’s so many things I can’t do by myself anymore with both my handa out of commission and it’s all just piling on top of me, and I just wanted one thing and I couldn’t—”

Lance curls into a tighter ball and tries to stop himself from crying again.

“It’s okay.”

“I just wanted to jerk off and I couldn’t even do that because nothing feels right, and it’s been two weeks with the casts on and a week on top of that just because of life since I’ve orgasmed and I’m fucking losing my mind I’m so horny.”

Lance starts to sob again. He’s probably a little overtired. He’s used to sleeping on his side and rolling back and forth when he gets uncomfortable, but the cast has interrupted his sleep cycle as well, fucking over yet another thing for him, so he hasn’t been sleeping as well.

Luca doesn’t say anything just continues to pet through Lance's sweaty hair until he manages to stop crying again.

“I’m sorry.” Lance whispers. “You can go back to what you were doing. I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Amore,” Luca sounds more serious than Lance expected him to. “Do you need help baby?”

Lance sits up as quickly as he can with only Luca to support himself. He looks at the blurry image of Luca through his tears and cannot tell if he’s being serious or not.

“That’s mean.”

Lance clicks his tongue against the back of his teeth and transitions his hand from tugging through Lance's hair to holding the nape of his neck again.

“I’m being serious. You are obviously suffering, and you're my boyfriend. Why would I be mean to you?”

There’s an obvious difference to Lance even if Luca's right. It’s not logical for him to be afraid of his boyfriend helping him out. There’s no reason for him to be and even as he’s sitting here thinking about it he can’t really pinpoint why he feels this way. Or why it sits a little uncomfortably in his chest. They've been dating for almost seven years, sex isn't something foreign to them but this situation is.

Lance heaves in a deep breath, his flagging erection has sort of started to take interest in the conversation because despite everything he’s feeling he is desperately horny.

“But I mean, why?”

Luca tugs gently on Lance's hair and just lightly chuckles at the younger.

“Caro, I just walked in on you fully weeping because you can’t jerk off. It’d be cruel to not use my two working hands to help you.”

Lance splutters and shoves Luca's shoulder, both of them cringing as they realize his hand is still slick with lube. Luca takes off said shirt and Lance can’t help but giggle.

“Is it weird that I’m nervous?”

Luca smirks at him, a hint of confusion coloring his expression, it just makes Lance want to giggle more. Luca chucks his shirt on their laundry pile and shifts so he’s facing the still naked younger.

“I don’t think it’s weird, but you don’t have anything to be nervous about. You’re gonna feel so good after.”

Lance squirms and hides what he can of his face in his one semi-useable hand. He curls forward covering his hidden face with his knees. Luca tuts again and gently slips into the space behind Lance on the bed, between him and the headboard.

The gentle scrape of the denim of Luca's jeans against his skin has Lance shivering. Luca's hands grip his hips, thumbs digging into the small of his back and Lance gasps, muscles twitching.

“Come on, baby.”

Luca guides Lance so he’s leaning back against his bare chest. Lance sighs, wringing his hands in the duvet cover and adjusting his cast to rest comfortably on Luca's bent knee. Surprisingly, Luca doesn’t make to immediately remove the blanket covering Lance's nakedness. No, he just tucks his chin over his shoulder and caresses from just above Lance's naval up to his collarbones. Running his fingers over every bump and ridge, glancing over his nipples, and then tipping his head to mouth at the salty skin of Lance's pulse point.

Lance sucks in a sharp breath before melting in Luca's arms. It’s a blessing and a curse to share so many of your sensitivities and kinks with your boyfriend because it’s obvious to Lance, in this moment, that Luca paid attention and is now using that knowledge. The delicate nickname, the wet kisses, it’s all foreboding an orgasm Lance won’t soon forget. Luca laces his fingers over Lance's, still clutching the blanket.

“Can I take this off?”

Lance nods, pushing it down and exposing the smooth skin of his thigh. Luca finishes the job, kicking the blankets all the way down the end of the bed. Lance gasps as his now fully hard again penis flops up onto his stomach again.

“Poor desperate Lancino. All worked up.”

Lance arches his back. He feels like he’s been electrified. He needs Luca to touch him like yesterday.

“Lu—”

Luca resumes his petting of Lance's chest, knuckles barely glancing off the sides of Lance's cock. He jerks in Luca's arms, hips bumping back against Luca's. The strangled sound he lets out has Lance giggling in his ear.

“So needy. Where’s our lube, baby?” He knows, of course he knows, he bought it and put it there himself. But he wants to torture the Canadian a bit.

Lance gestures to the nightstand where the half-used bottle sits, top still popped open. Luca kisses up Lance's neck, dragging his tongue across the skin, and taking the lobe of Lance's ear between his teeth. He stretches over and grabs the lube, free hand coming up to rub circles on Lance's sternum.

“Lancino, come on relax for me. You’re so tense.”

And Luca's right, Lance can feel all the muscles in his chest, back, and shoulders all taught and primed waiting for anything to happen. But he can’t release any of that tension. Luca licks around the shell of his ear and continues to rub across Lance's chest. He places the lube into Lance's hand and directs his own hand underneath the bottle.

Lance squeezes a healthy amount of lube across Luca's fingers and then closes his eyes, trying his hardest to unclench.

“I don’t think I can, Ange. It just hurts so much.” It does. Lance's cock is aching. He’s wound up tight, ready to collapse, but he can’t. “Please.”

Lance just wants Luca to touch him. He won’t even be picky. Whatever Luca will give him, he’ll take. Luca hums.

“Since you asked so nicely. How could I say no to my sweet boy?”

Lance squirms as Luca whispers in his ear. He can feel his thighs clenching, even just the slight friction of the tip of his cock sliding against his stomach is starting to push him toward the edge.

“Mhm, please Luc'. Need it” Lance gasps out as Luca's fingers circle the perimeter of his nipple. He drops the lube and clutches Luca's knee.

Luca chuckles and smacks a quick kiss to Lance's cheek.

“Cute.”

A strangled moan escapes Lance's throat as Luca finally wraps his hand around his dick. He doesn’t even start to move it yet, just holding it with the barest amount of pleasure as he rolls one of Lance's nipples in between his fingers. Lance squirms and the light shifting of his shaft in Luca's finger has pre-come dribbling out of his slit. He groans as Luca flicks the tip of his nipple and then moves his hands over to the other one and begins the same treatment.

“Oh fuck.”

Lance moans. Luca snickers and squeezes his fingers briefly around Lance. He licks up the line of Lance’s neck.

“Feel good, amore?”

Lance nods frantically shifting his grip further up Luca's leg to his hip and spreading his legs as wide as he can between Luca's. Their knees knock together. Lance flexes his fingers in his cast wishing he could touch more of Luca.

“More, please, more.”

Luca slowly starts to stroke Lance's cock, tightening his fingers as he rounds over the tip. Lance can’t believe the sheer amount of unfiltered sounds he’s making as Luca jacks him off. He tries to steady his breathing because he’s already panting like he’s run a marathon, but he can’t. Everything feels heavy and sharp in the best way. Luca finally releases his nipple from the death grip he’d been torturing it with and smooths his hand down Lance's sternum. He presses his hand firmly against the flat of his stomach, right above where his abdomen trails into his grown out hair. Luca pauses in his firm stroking and runs his fingers lightly along the vein on the underside of Lance's cock.

He presses with his other hand, tipping Lance's hips until he’s laying just a little flatter. Luca's slick hand stops at the base of Lance's penis, thumb resting around the shaft and his fingers reaching down to roll Lance's balls between them.

Luca mouths at the juncture of Lance's neck and shoulders, while playing with Lance. He pulls up and then massages him as he lets them relax against Lance's body, fingertips grazing against Lance's perineum. Lance can feel his thighs and hole clench. He wants Luca's fingers in him, he realizes quickly. But he doesn’t dare voice that desire for fear of Luca stopping what he’s doing right now.

“Shit, Lance, you’re so hot.”

Lance knows he’s been vocal despite not consciously trying to moan for Luca, but he doubts either of them were expecting the volume of the response that comment pulls out of him. Luca giggles and kisses down Lance's shoulder.

“You like when I compliment you, hm?”

Luca murmurs into Lance's skin. The heat of his breath has Lance shivering. Luca drags his hand back up Lance's torso and just glances around the base of his throat before pulling off his skin and cupping beneath his mouth. Lance moans but doesn’t really understand what Luca is doing.

“Come on, baby, spit for me.”

Lance works his tongue over in his mouth and tips his chin down to drool into Luca's hand. Luca hums and brings his cupped palm down to Lance's cock. His other hand gently releases Lance's balls before coming up to stroke over his swollen shaft again. Luca drips the spit down Lance's cock before taking his slick palm and rotating it against the head of.

“Fuck, fuck!”

“There we go, let it out.”

Lance can feel himself tearing up. All the excess energy inside of him is begging to come out anywhere. It feels like he’s been edging himself for hours, days even, and despite his desperate need to cum his orgasm won’t wash over him.

“Mon amor, it hurts, please.”

Heat radiates off Luca's chest where he’s pressed, skin to skin, with Lance. Lance can feel the tingling of pleasures beginning to rise from his feet, like the numb static feeling when your limbs fall asleep. He finally releases Luca's hip and cups his cheek as he turns to face him. Their lips meet and Lance snaps. He moans and pants into Luca's mouth as he blissfully orgasms. Luca slows his movements, gently coming to a stop, but not taking his hands off Lance just yet. He collects Lance's cum in his hand, letting the younger ride out the waves. As Lance finally slumps against Luca's chest, Luca releases the younger bringing his lube covered hand to pet Lance's side. He absentmindedly wipes the collection of cum across Lance's chest.

Lance whines dropping his hand to hold Luca's wrist in place as he smears Lance's own ejaculate across his pecks.

“Why?”

Luca chuckles and smacks a wet kiss to Lance's cheek.

“It’s only fair.”

Lance groans and sits himself up more from where he’s slumped down against Luxa and the mattress. He goes to sit up when he notices that his erection has not started to flag. He may not be nearly as hard as he was before he came, but he is still definitely hard. He whines and flops back against Luca, suddenly overwhelmed yet again.

“Oh baby, still all worked up?”

Lance whines again and can feel the tears start to well in his eyes. He just wants to go to sleep, and stop being embarrassed for more than like five minutes. Luca shushes him and gently nudges Lance's temple with his nose.

“You’re alright. Talk to me Lancino, do you want to cum again?”

Lance feels like he could scream. He just doesn’t know. He doesn’t know if he can come again. He doesn’t know if he wants to come again. All he wants is to shower and sleep, but he’s still so worked up and aching.

“I don’ know.”

He sobs wetly. Luca helps him sit up, away from his chest and lays Lance down flat instead. He straddles the younger’s thighs and tries to lay on him as comfortably as he can while being mindful of Lance's injury. He soothes Lance as much as he can without wiping more lube and cum over the younger and presses small kisses into the other’s skin.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you. Just breathe, baby.”

Lance inhales sharply and tries his hardest to calm down. He feels a little better having Luca on top of him and tries to focus on the comforting pressure of being pinned.

“There we go, good job caro.”

Lance sighs at the praise and brings his hand up once again to lace into Luca's hair. He directs the elder into a grounding kiss, slipping his tongue between Luca's lips. Lanfe always feels better after being kissed. It regulates him in a way he can't describe. It’s his favorite part of any intimate moment. A closeness that isn’t even emulated through sex. Kissing Luca makes the world feel a little less like it’s about to collapse.

He sighs again this time into Luca's mouth before relaxing his arm and letting the elder pull back just enough to breathe. Luca looks deep into Lance's eyes and he can tell the elder is amused. It would be pretty funny, he supposes, having your boyfriend cum in your arms and then have a meltdown over still being hard before kissing you senseless.

Still, just one more embarrassment tally to add to his chart.

“You’re cute.”

Luca murmurs, still close enough that Lance practically swallows the sound. He gulps and closes he eyes as he knows his face flushes even redder than it already was. He scrunches his nose and sighs. He can still feel himself erect between his and Luca's body, and it’s likely the elder can feel him too. He needs to sleep. Lance needs this to be done.

“I think I have to cum again.”

Lance whispers, nervous to even acknowledge it. It’s not really a common aspect of his refractory period to be ready to orgasm so close to his last one. He can’t recall an instance where he’s come twice in one encounter with someone, let alone twice in the same hour. It’s making him a little nervous.

Luca reaches over and grabs the lube from where he dropped it earlier. He slicks up his hand again and Lance is once again struck by just how strangely amazing of a boyfriend he has.

Lance feels infinitely clearer headed than before the first orgasm. And much less like the world is going to end because he can’t get his hand to make him feel anything except like a teenager trying to jack off for the first time. But that clear headedness also comes with the stark realization that it is in fact Luca with his hand wrapped around his cock. It’s Luca who he can feel hard against his thigh. His boyfriend who is working his thumb in tight circles against the frenulum of his penis, who he just kissed so intensely it might just ruin all kissing for him in the future. Lance was sure life couldn't get any better than this, better than being so intimate like this with someone.

Because, shit, the warm ferocity with which Luca kisses him has Lance already wanting more and they’ve only just stopped. He cranes his neck and begins to lay his own set of kisses and marks along the unmarred skin of Luca's neck. Lance's known Luca for a long time, which is why he isn’t surprised to find how sweaty he is and how much he tastes of salt. He hasn't changed much since the first time they fucked.

It doesn’t take nearly as much effort for Lance to reach his peak the second time. He’s oversensitive and thrumming with the residual energy from his last orgasm and simply Luca stroking him calmly brings him up and over the edge again until he’s cumming against his stomach.

He grips Luca's hair tighter eliciting a hiss from the elder.

“Caro, baby, I’m not going anywhere.”

Lance blushes and resorts to just petting over the back of Luca's head. He believes Luca, of course he does. It's been seven years of this, why would it change? And now, he can’t stop thinking about how safe and how secure Lucw makes him feel, not just here and now as he recovers from his second orgasm, but day to day.

Lance wraps his arm around Luca's shoulders, hauling the other closer. He buries his face into Luca's neck and just tries to breathe.

“Lance? What’s wrong?”

Luca's hand is trapped between them.

“Nothing.”

He sobs. Another embarrassment tally. He keeps hiding in Luca's neck. He can’t bring himself to let go knowing that the other will look at him a know that something has shifted enough in Lance that he will never recover from this.

Maybe he’s just being dramatic. But god, it feels like if Lance ever has to wake up one morning without Luca by his side, constantly loving him and supporting his every move, Lance won’t know what to do with himself.

But what even is the resolution? Of course he's in love with Luca, he has been for at least six years, but what if Luca doesn't feel as strongly? He doesn’t know. All he knows is he needs a minute, he needs Luca right now, and he needs to sleep.

“I think I’m over-tired.”

He hiccups out against Luca's skin. Luca shifts, leaning over to the nightstand again, and though he’s still hiding his face against the elder’s neck, Lance can hear him pull a few tissues out of the box. Luca's cleaner hands come to rest on Lance's hips soothing over the planes of his side as the younger attempts to derail what feels like it could be a full-blown anxiety attack. He hates feeling so out of control.

“I’m here for you, Lancino. I’m right here.”

“Okay.” Lance whispers. They lay there just existing for so long.

“I’m sorry.”

Lance eventually whispers out.

“Do you—” Luca clears his throat and it’s one of the first times Lance really sees Luca's usually calm demeanor crack slightly. “Do you need me to leave?”

Lance shakes his head and pulls Luca as close as he can with one arm.

“Please don’t.”

Luca rolls them over onto their sides, carefully guiding Lance's left arm to rest comfortably before hauling Lance tightly into his arms.

“I won’t, not until you tell me to. Take some deep breaths for me, baby.”

Lance inhales heavily, chest pressing against Luca, and then shakily exhales for as long as he can trying to will away the heavy sadness creeping in from the edges.

“Good job and again.”

They lay together and just breathe until Lance's cock is fully soft and he feels less on the precipice of complete breakdown. Luca continues to rub Lance's back and though he’s stopped coaching Lance through his breaths, he still breathes in time with the younger.

If Lance thought he was exhausted before, now he can barely keep his eyes open at all. He sighs and jerkily brings his hand up to rub at his eyes. He really should get up, clean up, and go to sleep, and hopefully when he wakes up tomorrow everything will be better and feel less like the apocalypse is upon him.

Luca brushes Lance's fringe away from his eyes and gently thumbs over the skin right next to Lance's eye.

“Sleepy?”

Lance nods. He unwillingly tears himself from Luca's arms, sitting up as best he can and wiping his cheeks with the back of his wrist. Luca strokes over Lance's shoulders until he laces his fingers in his hair again, nails gently scratching over Lance's scalp.

“Come on, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Lance tries to stand, but his legs are jelly underneath him. Luca comes around and holds out his hand. And Lance wants to take it. He wants to snuggle into Luca's side and fall asleep together. He wants to wake up together. It’s confusing. Luca'a never felt anything like this before, usually not this strongly about Luca, and definitely not about anyone else.

He can feel his stomach lurch at the thought of waking up with only his pillow for company, to wake up and cook his breakfast and drink his coffee knowing Luca isn't there and he's alone again.

He can feel himself starting to tear up again and quickly banishing any thoughts of that from his mind. It’s a problem for tomorrow’s Lance.

He takes Luca's hand.

Luca helps him stand, his other hand on Lance's hip until he’s steady on his feet. Luca leans forward and kisses Lance's cheek.

“Bath?”

Luca asks and Lance nods, distractedly, still caught up in his own thoughts. If Luca notices, he doesn’t comment and instead guides Lance to the bathroom, letting him sit on the toilet as he prepares the bath.

Lance takes a moment to just obverse Luca, really look at him and let what they’ve just done sink in. Has it changed the way he feels about Luca? He doesn’t feel different and yet he sort of feels like he’s ben spun upside down and can’t recognize the world exactly the way it always was. He loves Luca, more than anything. More than Esteban, more than his dad, more than Formula 1.

“Caro, let’s get you in the bath.”

Lance shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts and takes the hand Luca is offering him once again. The elder helps him step into the tub, mindful to keep his arms out of the water. And crouches down to Lance's level. Luca carefully wets his hand and drags Lance's sweat drenched hair until it stays out of his face.

Lance feels any of the remaining tension leak from his muscles as Luca gently runs the soap slick washcloth across his skin. His eyes start to droop involuntarily, soothed by the warmth of the bath and the relief of finally having cum.

“Don’t go to sleep yet, amore. You’re almost done.”

Luca quickly washes Lance off and finishes the bath. Lance manages to stand and help himself out the bath. Luca wraps him in a large towel and delicately dries the younger off.

Lance's tongue feels heavy in his mouth, the thoughts in his brain are mushing together. He’s so tired. And that sleepiness has to be the reason for the heat in the bottom of his belly, for the inkling, nagging desire to kiss Luca again.

Luca corrals him into a sleepshirt and some clean boxer briefs, before herding him into their room. He gently tucks Luca into the bed.

“I’ll be back I’m just gonna change your sheets.”

Lance's chest clenches. Luca changing his sheets means he’ll leave. That means he’ll be going to sleep alone and waking up alone.

“Wait—” Lance reaches out and grabs Luca's wrist. Luca startles and pauses, just watching Lance. “Don’t—don’t go, just come sleep please.”

He’s too embarrassed to say anything else and he knows if Luca pushes back he won’t fight it. All he wants is to be held and more importantly, to be held by Luca in this moment, to just relax and sleep, and not worry about what everything means.

“Okay, baby.”

It’s a testament to how tired he is that Lance sleeps a dreamless sleep and even manages to sleep through Luca waking. He sleeps more soundly than he has even before breaking his arm and only rises when Luca comes to get him. Lance blinks awake to Luca's smooth finger caressing his warm, pink cheek and blearily registers that Luca is talking to him.

“There we go, Lancino.”

Lance hums and nuzzles into the pillow beneath him. He’s hesitant to get out of bed, getting out of bed feels like it’s the end of whatever this is and even after the orgasm euphoria has fled his system, he’s not ready for this to be over. He’s not ready to return to whatever crafted balance he and Luca had perfected after so long.

Which confuses him, because it’s not like he and Luca weren't boyfriends before this, or even merely acquaintances. Luca is one of his closest, most trusted friends as well as his lover. They live together, and despite everything and every move they’ve made, they’ve chose to live together again and again. He doesn’t know what his life would look like without Luca in it. But he’s never felt like this with him before, not this intensely.

“I made some breakfast, let’s get you up, huh?”

Lance sits up and slowly stretches out the aches in his muscles. Luca stays by his side until Lance manages to pull himself all the way out of bed. Luca wraps his arm around Lance's waist to give him a good morning hug and Lance snuggles his face into Luca's neck. Luca guides Lance into their kitchen and to the table.

And things have sort of gone back to normal, that level of intimacy they reached in their bedroom isn’t there anymore, it doesn’t infuse every one of their actions, but Luca is taking care of him even more than he had been. And maybe it’s only because last night revealed how much Lance had been really struggling with his cast.

“Did you sleep okay?”

Lance can feel his brow furrow in voluntarily. He can’t really describe why, but even though Luca is treating him with care he can’t help but feel like something is missing. It’s not as though he wants Luca to stop, he doesn’t even know what he wants.

“Uh yeah, I did.”

The words come out harsher than he means for them to, he’s not angry or at least he doesn’t think he is. Luca frowns and tries to meet Lance's eyes. Lance knows he’s acting strange. He doesn’t want to act strange. He closes his eyes and breathes deeply. What is he feeling? Why is this making him upset? Is he upset? He’s not upset, not really anyway.

“Okay,” Luca offers, trying to end the silence when Lance doesn’t offer him anything further. “I started the sheets in the wash. You can let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you.”

And that makes Lance feel awful about being so grumpy because Luca is just trying to be nice, more than nice he’s going above and beyond to take care of Lance, but something seethes deep in his stomach because there’s something missing. He doesn’t want to upset Luca or sound ungrateful, because he’s not he’s so thankful for Luca. So, he sucks it up and stuffs that weird feeling down deep into his stomach.

“Thank you mon ange. You’ve really done more than enough for me.”

Lance smiles and reaches out to squeeze Luca's hand.

Lance stares at his ceiling, the same plain white plaster he’d been looking at the whole night before Luca found him. Luca wasn’t the only thing on his mind then, but he is all Lance can think about now. The feeling of his hands on every part of Lance’s skin, the press of Luca's erection against the small of his back, and no matter how hard Lance tries he can't escape the thought of the heat of Luca'a mouth against his.

Every time he looked at Luca today, his eyes went immediately to the elder’s mouth, the shape of his lips against his, the tips of their noses brushing, the heat radiating of Luca's cheeks. Kissing is Lancd's favorite aspect of any relationship, it makes him feel so loved and so connected to his partner, more so than any aspect of sex. But in all his experiences kissing people, nothing has come close to the way kissing Luca made him feel. Especially not like yesterday.

He idly brings his hand up to his mouth and across his neck where he can feel the slightly irritated skin from Luca's teeth. Lance shudders. It was good sex, there’s no doubt in his mind. It might have been the best sex he’s ever had, and they barely did anything at all. Luca wasn't the only person he'd fucked or gotten fucked by, he'd had three experiences before they started dating that were just fine.

But then what is it about Luca just giving him a hand job that is so different. What is it about the dirty blonde Italian that made him want to spend the rest of his life with him. That's what it was. That's what was different. Now he was sure, without a doubt, that Luca is who he wants to be with forever. That he wants to share everything with Luca. These past few years have been the best years of his life, F1 and MotoGP aside. The highlight of his day continued to be Luca. Seeing him. Talking to him. Kissing him. Holding him. He never wanted this with anyone else.

A knock on the door draws Lance out of his own spiral of thoughts and he gives Luca the affirmative to come in, though it was their room so Luca didn't need his permission. The elder pokes his head in and smiles. Lance feels something flutter in his chest and can’t help but smile back.

“Hey, hope I’m not interrupting?”

Lance shakes his head and rolls over to watch Luca come into the room, hands behind his back. Luca hums and walks right up to the edge of theur bed, not hesitating before laying down and pulling the Canadian closer.

"Missed you so much, Caro" Luca hums, glad to be back from the ranch.

The warm feeling he had in his heart returns with Luca's sweet words. It’s the same feeling he had when he kissed the elder. Lance is overcome with so many emotions he can’t place any of them. He can’t think straight. All he knows is, he needs to kiss Luca again right now.

Lance hums and takes one of Luca's hands in his, thumbing over his knuckles.

“I really want to kiss you again.”

Lance whispers out. It’s not exactly something he’s ashamed of, but he can't help but be nervous around his boyfriend, even years into their relationship. Luca squeezes Lance's hand. Luca's other hand comes up and he strokes his thumb across Lance's cheekbone.

“You can.”

Lance carefully brings his casted hand up and pulls Luca down by his shirt, pressing their mouths together nearly desperately. Luca carefully clambers into Lance's lap, straddling his thighs. Lance wraps his arm around Luca's waist and just focuses on the feelings he’s having kissing Luca. It’s pleasant and tingly all across his body right out to the tips of his fingers. The world falls silent around them until all Lancw can hear is the ringing in his ears. Reluctantly Lance separates them and studies Luca. His heart feels like it’s in his throat and he it’s all he can do to stop himself from kissing Luca again.

Luca watches him just as closely, a look of fond confusion coming over his face as Lance never manages to tear his eyes away. Luca cups Lance's cheeks, squeezing them gently and the small grin growing into a full-blown smile.

“Better?”

A shiver makes its way down Lance's spine, and he doesn’t notice his eyes are closed until he has to open them again to look at Luca. Lance shakes his head minutely. He needs to kiss him more. Luca pouts and makes a small sound of disappointment.

“Need another?”

Lance nods, arching up until their mouths meet once again. Luca carefully leans his weight onto Lance, hands still around the younger’s face. Lance accepts the press of Luca against him and carefully leans back until Luca is lying flat on top of him. Lhca giggles into the kiss and carefully tilts his head to deepen it.

It’s life changing to know kissing could even feel like this. That there was something even greater than what he’d already known.

They separate again and Lance studies Luca's face.

“You know I love you?”

Luca hums and leans down to nudge his nose into Lance’s cheek.

“I know, Caro.”

“Do you love me?” Lance questions

“So much, I love you more than anything.”

Lance can't help but smile

“Will you love me in two years?”

The elder’s cheeks flush a delicate pink, and he hums, leaning down once again to kiss the younger’s cheek. “I will, I'll love you even more than I do now”

Lance ponders.

“So you don't love me the most now?”

Luca smiles. He strokes his knuckle gently down the line of Lance's cheekbone.

“I love you more every day, I'll love you more tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that.”

He thinks of all the times he’s spent wishing for Luca to be with him, the jealous pits anytime Luca mentioned an ex boyfriend or a fan who told him how hot he is, the weird disconnect between him and all his previous partners, and everything slots into place.

Lance blinks and looks at Luca, really looks at him. At the blush on his cheeks, the shine in his eyes, he thinks about the care Luca paid to him last night, the feel of his hands running over him in the bath, of his arms around him as he slept. And Lance realizes, as the air is sucked from his lungs, he wants this all the time, he wants last night all the time, kissing Luca feels so right because in a strange turn of events, he’s in love with Luca and he needs to marry him now. He has been in love with Luca for who knows how long. And evidently, Luca is in love with him.

“Oh fuck.”

Lance breathes, hand clutching Luca's hip. Lance smiles softly.

“I know, huh?”

Luca whispers.

“You love me.”

Lance couldn’t stop himself from saying it even if he wanted to. But he’s so caught up in the joy of his discovery not even the hand of God could stop him from telling Luca. Luca closes his eyes and presses his forehead to Lance’s collarbones.

“Yeah.” Luca breathes into Lance's skin. He's loved him forever. “Imagine that.”

Lance carefully rolls them over, pinning Luca to the bed and cupping his cheeks.

“Luca, I wanna marry you.”

Luca reaches up and pulls Lance down to kiss him. Lance smiles against Luca's mouth and presses his weight down firmly on the elder. Luca hugs Lance close to his chest, slipping his tongue into Lance's mouth. Lance loses track of how long they kiss for, but his jaw aches when they finally separate.

“I'm gonna marry you.” Lance whispers “Luca, I love you. I’m in love with you.”

“I know, Caro.” Luca nods, refusing to let any space form between them "I can't wait to marry you."

"After I propose." Lance cut in

"After I propose" Luca insisted, they'd figure it out later.

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adoringhaikyuu · 4 years ago

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they misinterpret your words during a fight and think you want to break up

characters: aone + kyoutani + oikawa + ushijima + (gn!reader)

request: hii can I request saying 'why am i even trying' in a fight n they take it wrong way, they thought u had enough of them but u just mean it like ' why r u even trying to argue' - kyotani, aone, ushi and oikawa... thank you ✨ • by @chibiiichann

warnings: a lil angsty

notes: i was not sure how to title this well skfjhg + let’s just say everyone lives together in these

aone:

it wasn’t that he was trying to aggravate you

it’s just that he genuinely didn’t understand why you were upset and he was being dismissive without even realizing it

and that is what pushed you over

you were tired, you wanted to go to bed

and you clearly weren’t getting anywhere, so you were ready to just drop it and go to sleep, hence why you said

“why am i even trying”

aone blinked a few times as he stared down at you, those five words sending a spike to his gut. you tried to move past him, not noticing the panic in his eyes, when he shot his arm out to stop you.

you looked up at him about to complain when you noticed the intense and glassy look in his eyes. he spoke up, his voice small. “please don’t.”

you sighed, “i just don’t see the point, nobu. i’m going––”

“no.” his voice was slightly louder and shaky. “please.” he stood in front of you and placed his hands on your arms as he looked into your eyes. “please don’t leave me.”

you tilted your head, “leave y––” you shook your head, “baby, no i’m not–” you walked into his arms and he hugged you immediately, his arms holding you tight. “i’m not leaving you,” you looked up at him to find him already staring at you, holding his tears back. you placed a hand on his cheek and he nuzzled into your palm. “i was just going to bed because this argument wasn’t going anywhere. that’s why i said i don’t see the point.”

he swallowed harshly and nodded. “oh.”

you smiled sadly, “well now i can’t be mad at you anymore...”

his hands squeezed your waist, “for what it’s worth...i’m sorry, y/n.”

you leaned up for a kiss and he met you halfway. “let’s go to bed, okay?”

he nodded but made no move to let go of you––so the two of you stood there for a while, just holding each other in silence.

kyoutani:

you and kyoutani didn’t fight often...to be honest you rarely ever fought

but today...

both of you were really stressed out

you started arguing over something stupid, to be honest you couldn’t even remember what it was

it was just a way for you both to get out your frustrations in the end

but your voices started getting louder and you were getting in each other’s faces

and it became too much for you, it was just stressing you out even more

you needed fresh air

you rolled your eyes and stepped back, trying to shove past him. “you know what? why am i even trying here–”

before you could get far, kyoutani grabbed your arm, not forcefully, but enough to make you stop. you looked up and glared at him, surprised to see another emotion swirling in his eyes––sadness?

“you’re fucking joking right?” he never was good at talking through his emotions.

you scowled, his tone not helping either of your moods at all. “let me go.”

he scowled right back. “no.”

“kentaro.”

he raised a brow and stepped closer to you, “oh so we’re on a first name basis now? what, y/n?”

you clenched your jaw and looked him in the eye, taking a deep breath. “please just let me go.” your voice was small, defeated, you just needed space.

his hand loosened but he didn’t let go completely, seemingly battling with himself in his mind. “no...i can’t. i won’t let you leave me.”

so that’s why he was upset?

you frowned up at him. “taro. i’m just going for some fresh air. i’m not leaving you.”

he let go of you and stood straight, his lips parted. “oh.” he clenched his jaw and looked down, suddenly embarrassed by his reaction. you grabbed his hand and started walking towards the door. “what are you doing?”

you looked back at him, eyes no longer blazing, but instead, warm and loving. “we are going to get some fresh air. together.”

he looked down, suddenly shy, but kept walking with you. “okay.”

oikawa:

oikawa had a bad day and he was more irritable than usual

tbh he was being kinda rude unintentionally

you were eating dinner across from each other and you were trying to talk about how your days were, not having spoken to each other much due to your busy schedules

but he wasn’t in the mood for talking and was just answering you with hums and giving you one word responses

after a while you got annoyed and honestly felt a little hurt

so you sighed and rolled your eyes, getting up from the table to go refill your water, mumbling to yourself more than anything

“why am i even trying”

it wasn’t until you said that that oikawa looked up from his plate, eyes wide, heart beating loudly in his chest. “wait what––”

you were already in the kitchen by the time he looked up and he urgently got out of his seat, almost knocking down his glass and you turned around at the clatter, surprised to see him basically speed-walking towards you.

“oh now you pay attention to me?” you went to sip your water when he pulled it out of your hands and set it on the counter, ignoring your “hey!-” in protest.

his eyes were frantic as he looked at you, “look baby i’m sorry i just i had a really shitty day today but––”

you sighed and looked to the side. “and i get that tooru, but that doesn’t give you the right to be a dick, i mean it feels like we haven’t had time to ourselves this week at all...”

he pouted and took your face into his hands, “i know baby and i’m sorry, i haven’t been trying as much as i could have been. but i promise i’ll do better, okay? i know i don’t deserve it but please tell me you’ll keep trying too?” his eyes were suddenly filled with tears and you looked at him in shock.

“hey–what’s wrong?”

he pressed his forehead against yours and let out a shaky breath. “i just don’t want you to leave me––please don’t. i don’t know what i’d do without you––”

you pulled away as much as he’d let you to look into his eyes. “woah baby what––i’m not leaving you? sure i was frustrated, but i wasn’t going to break up with you.”

his eyes widened, “really?”

you nodded. “really, tooru i promise.” just from the vulnerable look in his eyes you felt like you could cry as well. you kissed his cheek, “i’m not going anywhere.”

he sighed, relieved and pulled you into a hug, mumbling his next words into your shoulder. “i love you.”

ushijima:

ushi could be really blunt and straightforward

and sometimes had a tendency to brush things off, not understanding the big deal

today you were trying to get him understand something that happened at work, someone pissed you off and it really put you in a bad mood for the whole day

and ushi was always there to talk through things with you at night when you got home

but today, he really couldn’t see why you were upset––or rather, why you let it affect you so much, he didn’t see the point

and it felt like he wasn’t listening to you

(granted, you were a little strung up already)

you didn’t want to deal with people anymore so you brushed past him and went to take a shower, grumbling “why am i even trying”

as soon as you uttered those words, ushijima paused, unsure what to even think. you didn’t mean the relationship did you? surely, he thought about how you’d had a bad day, how you were frustrated and maybe you were just saying that in regards to your frustrations...but part of him wasn’t sure. you seemed rather annoyed during the conversation much to his disliking.

unfortunately, he wasn’t able to ask you about it because as soon as he turned around, you were already locked in the bathroom. he sat anxiously at the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees, hands clasped as he waited for you. you were taking your sweet time, no doubt relaxing and decompressing, which he understood, but it was only furthering his worry about the situation.

it was a good while later that you’d finally gotten out of the shower, steam exiting the bathroom as you opened the door. you hadn’t even noticed ushijima sitting across from you as you got out, still focused on your thoughts, trying to calm down.

you put your night shirt on along with some sweats, which was immediately a bad sign to him, you almost always slept in one of his shirts, and he loved that about you.

only when you got on the bed did he speak up, clearly tense as he got your attention. “love...”

you turned and he swallowed thickly, suddenly nervous. “when you said...” he paused, looking down at his hands before looking into your eyes, clenching his jaw almost in pain. “are you giving up on us?”

you frowned immediately, “what?”

“you...you said ‘why am i even trying’ and stormed off...did i do something? are you not happy?”

your mouth dropped open in shock, the frustration coursing through your body now replaced with disbelief and sadness. you moved closer to him and put one hand on his cheek, the other other on his shoulder as you looked into his eyes. “what? baby no, i was just annoyed and our conversation wasn’t really helping but it wasn’t your fault! i just needed some time to think to myself, i’m sorry. this whole time you thought i wanted to end things?”

he nodded once and your frown deepened. “baby i would never,” you paused and pulled him close for a sweet kiss.

his hands came up to hold your waist and you melted into him, the kiss clearly soothing his worries. the look of relief and love in his eyes was clear as day when you pulled away to catch his eye.

“i promise i am happiest with you. i’m not going anywhere, unless you were planning on leaving any time s––”

his hands gripped your waist tighter, a fierce look appearing in his eyes. “no. you’re it for me.”

you smiled, feeling something burst in your chest and gave him another kiss. “i love you.”

his hands made their way under your shirt and you hummed, pulling away to stop him. “baby i’m kinda tired today.”

he shook his head, a light blush on his cheeks . “i know. i just prefer when you wear my shirts.”

you smiled and moved your hands away, “oh, okay. then go ahead.”

he smiled back, “thank you.”

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sluttywonwoo · 3 years ago

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take it off || k.mg x reader

Pairing: mob!mingyu x fem reader

Summary: as much as you hate to admit it, jealousy looks good on your fiancé

Warnings: swearing, light smut (18+)

Word Count: 1.8k

a/n: reworked this old blurb originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

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“Mingyu, slow down,” you said with a sigh, trying not to roll your eyes.

“What was he thinking?” Mingyu spat, not acknowledging what you had just said. He gripped the steering wheel even harder.

You watched as his knuckles began to turn white and rubbed his arm soothingly. “Baby, take a deep breath. Relax.”

He just shrugged you off and cursed at the car in front of him.

“Don’t fucking tell me to relax.”

“It’s not a big deal, Gyu.”

He actually turned his head towards you and looked at you this time. “You’re joking.”

You shrugged sheepishly. “I’ve had worse.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

You winced, knowing you’d probably made it worse and that Mingyu was likely now picturing the grimy hands of ill-intentioned strangers all over your body.

“I should have him killed,” he snarled.

To most, that threat would sound completely ridiculous or utterly insane, but your fiancé was the head of the Seoul mob-the South West branch anyway- and he was no stranger to violence. Having someone killed would be as easy as snapping his fingers.

You scoffed to call his bluff.

“You think I won’t?” he challenged and you groaned.

“You promised you were done with that.”

It’s true, one of the conditions of your engagement had been that Mingyu agree to put the more sinister side of his business to rest, and although you trusted him, in all honesty, you weren’t sure how well he was upholding his end of the deal.

“I’d make an exception.”

“Well don’t. I don’t want some poor guy’s blood on my hands.”

At that, the car screeched to a stop right in the middle of the freeway. The cars behind you honked and flashed their lights at Mingyu as they maneuvered to avoid a collision.

You huffed in frustration, wanting to bang your head against the dashboard. This was exactly why you didn’t like for Mingyu to drive himself: he pulled dangerous shit all the time like this. Literally, all of his other men had drivers who took them places and you desperately wished Mingyu would hire someone, but he insisted that it was safest if he was the one driving (yet here you were in the middle of the highway).

“You could’ve fucking killed us!” you shouted, more annoyed than anything.

Mingyu took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. But y/n, he’s not just some poor guy.”

“He was trying to get a rise out of you, Gyu. He fucking hates you, of course, he’d go after me, and he was drunk.”

Mingyu narrowed his eyes at you, foot still pressed firmly on the brake. “That’s not a fucking excuse, you of all people should know that. Why are you trying to defend him?”

“I’m not trying to defend him, I’m just saying he doesn’t deserve to die. Can we please just get home?”

Mingyu relented and put the car back into motion making you breathe a sigh of relief.

Even though he didn’t say anything else you could tell his mind was still going a thousand miles a minute. You watched him chew at his lip in silence and wondered what was going on in that beautiful head of his. Nothing good, you could be sure of that.

Mingyu’s mind was darker than most. Occupational hazard. He carried so much pain that you hadn’t known about when you first met him. He’d let you in slowly, keeping you at arm’s length for months, until he almost lost you. And then he knew he couldn’t keep things from you anymore. It was still a challenge to understand his thought process sometimes, but you liked it that way. How could a ruthless, power-hungry mobster also be the most loving, family-oriented person you’d ever met in your life? How could someone who dropped a grand on a dinner like it was nothing secretly rather spend one more night picnicking with crappy Chinese food on the bedroom floor in your old apartment? You couldn’t think of an answer, and you didn’t want to.

The guy at the bar tonight had been some rival of Mingyu’s. You hadn’t seen him before, but you could tell because when Mingyu got up to get the two of you more drinks he swooped in and laid it on heavy. He looped one arm around your waist and placed his other hand on your knee and began attempting to seduce you. Sure, you were uncomfortable but more than anything you were angry. And tired. Tired of being used as bait, something to get to Mingyu.

You didn’t want to make a scene so you listened to the asshole talk about how much better he’d treat you than Mingyu until your fiancé eventually returned with your drinks in hand, face beet red, eyes dark with anger.

The man, you never caught his name, left the bar with a broken nose. Mingyu left with bruised knuckles. You’d thought it would end at that, but of course, once Mingyu got started it was hard for him to stop. It was a gift in the bedroom, but a curse in the rest of your life.

Then, so softly you almost didn’t hear it, Mingyu broke the silence in the car and said “I know what he said to you,” and it all clicked.

Normally, a hand on your shoulder, thigh, ass was enough to set Mingyu off, but combine that with the filthy words he’d undoubtedly overheard spilling from the man’s lips… no wonder all he could see was red.

“Mingyu, I-“

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want to start something.”

“Start something? Is that true? Or do you think he’s right?”

“No, of course not.”

“Do you think he can satisfy you better than I can?”

“Mingyu!”

“Well do you?”

You shook your head and rubbed your thighs together, fighting a shiver. As irritating as Mingyu’s jealousy could be, the effect it had on you was even more infuriating. The man could already turn you on without doing anything and whenever he started acting a little jealous it was game over for you. It was pathetic, really.

“Why the fuck did he even think it was okay to look at you, let alone touch you?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged finally settling in to play the game. “These big dudes with huge muscles just think they can have whoever they want.”

Mingyu whipped his head back towards you. “What did you say?”

You ignored him. “I mean he definitely wouldn’t be as good as you, but he could do some damage.” Mingyu was full-on glaring at you now, and you wanted to tell him to keep his eyes on the road, but you couldn’t give up so fast. “I mean, just one of his hands could probably wrap around my whole neck. Like they were giant, and you know what they say about guys with big hands-“

“Do you think this is funny?”

Any sane person wouldn’t even think about taunting Mingyu like this, not with his reputation, but you couldn’t be sane to be with someone like Mingyu anyway, and besides, you knew he was a big softie at heart.

“A little,” you admitted. “You look really hot right now.”

He really did. His hair was tousled with silver highlights from the moonlight streaming in through the windshield, his tan skin was flushed with adrenaline, and his white button-up was unbuttoned just a few times to show off his collarbone. You bit your lip. You were so fucking weak.

“That’s not going to work.”

“No?” You quirked an eyebrow and leaned over the console to see that he was already more than half hard in his dress pants. “Because it looks like it’s working.” You reached over and began to palm him through his trousers, smirking when he cursed and rolled his neck at the contact.

“Y/n, if I have to pull over, you’re not going to be able to walk for the next week.”

Oh no, that’d be horrible you thought to yourself and rolled your eyes. He had to know that’s what you secretly wanted, right? Right? Why were men so stupid?

Either way, you took your hand back and moved it up under the hem of your dress to where you were feeling a little desperate for some friction. You sighed deeply when you rubbed yourself over your panties, not even surprised at how wet you were.

“Fuck,” you hissed out and hiked your legs up onto the seat so you could give Mingyu a better view.

“Stop that.”

He said it so forcefully that you froze, fingers hovering over your panties, about to pull them to the side. Then you smiled.

“No.” You went ahead and did it anyway, slipping two fingers inside of yourself easily.

You weren’t one to defy Mingyu often, especially when it came to what he asked of you in the bedroom, but you knew how crazy it drove him and just couldn’t resist.

Mingyu groaned, trying and failing to maintain an angry expression. His eyes betrayed an absolutely sinful lust that made you want to melt and you wished more than anything he’d just pull the fucking car over.

“Fuck, Gyu,” you gasped, “I wish these were your fingers, you’re so good with your fingers.”

“Yeah? You sure you wish they’re my fingers? Not someone else’s?”

You shook your head vigorously. “Never. You’re the only one who knows how to make me cum that hard.”

“Is that what you want? To cum hard?”

“God, yes,” you moaned, pumping your fingers in and out of you faster.

“Take off your dress.”

“What?” you weren’t sure if you’d heard him right, you were still driving down the highway after all.

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

Not wanting to push your luck any further you didn’t hesitate to listen this time and pulled the loose fabric up and over your head.

“Good girl,” he praised and you whined. You were still wearing your bra and underwear and as much as you’d love to flash oncoming traffic, you hoped Mingyu wouldn’t ask you to take them off.

“You can touch yourself,” he said and you complied, knowing it was more of an instruction than an allowance.

It felt good, really good, but you still wished it was him instead of you.

“Fuck, darling you look so beautiful like that, God, I can’t believe I get to marry you.”

“If, you stop, killing people,” you managed to get out through gritted teeth and Mingyu laughed.

“I’m not going to kill him, baby. I made a promise. You’re too important to risk losing, even if he is a fucking prick.”

You whimpered, the mixture of complete head-over-heels love you felt for Mingyu and pleasure making you crumble.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he said, reaching over and taking you by the wrist, stalling your movements just as you were about to fall over the edge. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll forget you ever met that asshole.”

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slowpoke-fics · 3 years ago

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Sacrifice

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Pack x Reader

Request Summary: You're Scotts twin sister and make a sacrifice for the good of the pack

Warnings: death, panic attack, angst, murder described, death described, reader death; I know for a fact I've missed some and this one is pretty fucking rough, as always read at your own risk.

A/N: This one is angsty, and just a tad longer than normal, consider it my apology to nonnie for taking so damn long on this request. I hope you guys love it, and again, this one is rough, read at your own risk.

You're able to grab one of the fucking resilient demonic ninja's off of Isaac. You could smell his pain, his blood, and you could smell Allisons determination. The second one on Isaac was shot with Allisons arrow, it's glowing green, fighting with the clear pain it's experiencing. With a split decision you're next to Allison, pushing her out of the way, a sharp pain through your chest, and then you're numb.

Allison's face is rampant with fear, her shirt holding a tiny cut that didn't grace the skin. Good, she's okay, and then you're falling.

You don't hit the ground though, your brother, Scott, holding your face with a stray tear falling down his face. You reach up and wipe it away, "It's okay Scotty, it doesn't hurt." Scott chokes back a sob, his hand gently rubbing yours, "Is everyone else okay?" Scott starts to speak, his voice betraying him, sounding mangled, "Yeah, everyone is okay Y/n, you're gonna be okay too." You shook your head, "Not in the way you think I am," Scott finally releases a sob, "no, no, big brother," he tries to laugh, trying to give you a little peace with your joke that even though he's minutes older, he's still older, "it's okay, yeah? Me and you, fighting tooth and nail. This was the best gift I could've ever gotten, I love you, and I love the pack. This is okay." You reach behind him, fingers tangled into his hair, you pull him to you and kiss his forehead. "Don't let them blame themselves, and don't blame yourself," another kiss to his cheek, "I love you big brother."

Scott's memories with you flashes before his eyes as the color in yours goes out, how did we get here?

"Scott! You okay?" You look over his body for injuries, he hisses at you making contact with his torso. "Scott, what's wrong? Did you get bit by something too?" Scott's eyebrows raise, "What do you mean 'too'? Did you get bit?" You roll your eyes and turn around, shirt stained with blood, "Yeah, I managed to get away from the fucker while rolling down some hill, now let me see yours." You swat him away, lifting his shirt and taking a good look at the bite mark, "Okay, not too bad, you fix me up and I'll fix you up? Not a word to mom, got it?" Scott nods, walking with you into the house to take care of the bite marks.

Scott can't feel anything, surrounded by you, your lifeless body. His anger, no, pain, soars through him as his eyes glow, a roar deep within him. The only thing anyone in his pack can hear is the scream from Lydia's lips and the roar of pain from Scott.

Isaac barely notices the sound around him, only his own heartbeat in his ears as he listened to yours fade away.

"Isaac you fucking idiot!" You slapped Isaac on the back of the head, he looks at you with lost, glowing, puppy dog eyes, "Sorry, Y/n." His eyes dull to his normal brown and you frown, "You've gotta do better honey, you can't lose control like that, you'll kill someone and I know that's not what you want." Isaac sits on the metal bench in the locker room, head in his hands, "I don't know that I'll ever be able to."

You sigh, sitting next to him with your hand rubbing his back, "You will, just give it time, until then, you've gotta find something that works for you, something that prevents you from breaking someone fucking ribs Isaac." You voice becomes elevated again towards the end, irritated at Isaac's recklessness. "Yeah," he leans his head down to your shoulder, "I know firecracker."

Scott is blind to the feeling on his bloody hand, only noticing it when Allison's tears hit it. Allison brushes a hair out of your face, you looked peaceful, she's eternally grateful for you, for what you did for her tonight and what you've done for her up until this point.

"Allison, fuck," you huff, pulling yourself up from the ground, "let's do it again, I know that this isn't you, your aim is perfect, let it all go and focus on me okay?" She sighs, shaking the bow in her hand, "Maybe the fact that I could actually hurt you isn't helping." You're eye to eye with her, both hands on her face, eyes glowing, "No, you won't hurt me, I'm invincible remember?" She laughs, shaking her head, "Alright, last time." You grin ear to ear and took off running. Allison brings the bow up, listening to you run. She sees glimpses of you, through the trees, and the arrow is gone. She sighs, she didn't hit you, she's shouting at you "I told you! I can't do it!"

You touch her back, startling her, she lets out a small yelp and turns to you. Her eyes go wide when she sees the arrow sticking out of your shoulder. "Oh, Jesus Y/n," her bow drops and she's bringing her hands up to try and get it to stop bleeding. "Oh quit being a pussy and pull it out," you rolled your eyes, grabbing her wrist and bringing it to the arrow in your shoulder. "I'm so sorry I hit you-" she pulls it out and you let out a long groan, already feeling better with the object dislodged. "Don't be sorry, you hit me, let's do it again." Allisons eyes widen, if that's even possible, and shakes her head, "No, absolutely not." You laugh, "Lighten up buttercup, I'm invincible remember? And this time I'm not going easy." She scoffs at you, "Easy? Oh I see how it is, run little wolf, run." With that, you take off running, Allison laughing at your excitement.

Kira is frozen, she feels like she died, you were her best friend. Over anyone else, you'd been the first to accept her, the first to fight for her, the first one she'd confided in.

"Kira, what the hell are you saying?" You're sitting with your arms crossed at a picnic table, nose in your homework. "I-I know that we were friends first, so I was going to tell you first, before I said any-" You slam your hand one the table, "Kira, baby, spit it out, fuck." This is the you realize that Kira's scent holds fear and anxiety. "Kira, what's wrong?" You're more serious now, waiting for the bomb to drop that there's another fight to be had. "I like Scott, like like him, Jesus please don't be mad." You burst into full laughter, tears streaming from your eyes.

When you calm down Kira is staring at you, piddling with the strings on her sleeves. "Oh, my god," you laugh again, trying to calm yourself. "You're not mad?" You laugh harder, smacking the table a few times, "Jesus Christ no, I can't believe-" you stand up still laughing, hugging her. "I don't give a shit," rubbing her back, "you had nothing to worry about, as long as you don't get mad if I fuck your dad." Kira jerks back, shock on her face, "Y/n!" You laugh harder, "I'm fucking kidding, jeez," you sit back down, "fucking sit down and gush to me about my brother."

She shakes herself out of it when she feels her mother enclose her in a hug. Tears finally falling.

Lydia's scream has finally ended, and she's inconsolable. Memories flooding through her head as she lays her head on an unconscious Stiles.

"Lydia god dammit," you truck to the pool, "did you find another one?" You stop at the strong scent of blood, rushing to Lydia, Stiles right behind you. "Are you hurt?" Lydia shakes her head, staring at you, "I already called 911." Stiles looks hurt, arguing with Lydia over why she should call him before the police, but you push him to the side. "Heya honey," you wrap your arms around her waist, "it's okay, don't listen to Stiles grumpy ass, let's me and you go sit." You're not sure why you aren't phased by the body next to you, but you let Stiles do whatever he needs to do for Scott while you try and get Lydia's head back down to Earth.

"Hey Lyds, dontcha think you're a little overdressed to come to the pool?" She lets out a small chuckle and you relax a little, "This can't be my new normal, Y/n. Finding dead bodies? I can't take this." You hold her hand, sighing, "None of us asked for this Lydia, I'm so sorry. If you want I can stay with you for a few days, follow you if you zonk out again?" Lydia just nods, and she feels for the first time that you're as much her best friend as Allison.

Lydia can't stop crying, Scott is trying to get ahold of himself, Kira is crying with her mother, Isaac is breathless and in pain, and Allison is held by her father.

"She did it for me dad," Allison sobs, her father already made sure she wasn't hurt, "she did it for me and I don't know why." Chris shushes her, running his fingers through her hair, grateful for your sacrifice so his beautiful girl could live. "She did it because she loved you," Allison sobs harder, "I know sweet girl, but listen, we have to deal with this. You can cry, scream, break things later, but now? Now we get our stories straight." Allison nods, and her dad is off to Scott to prep him.

When Stiles finds out, it's like every cell in his body failed him. Scott caught him and pulled him into a hug, tears streaming down his face. "I know. I know brother." Stiles can't breathe, it's been a long time since he's had a panic attack, but here he is, without you, panicking.

"Stiles," you sigh, throwing a ball against his ceiling and back into your hand, sprawled out on his bed, "you've gotta stop." Stiles shakes his head, "No, no there is something here!" He tosses the books to the floor, you get off the bed, wrapping your arms around him from behind, "You'll find it but you're not going to without sleep. Come on." You tug him back to his bed, "Let's nap, and then we'll come back to all," you gesture to his board covered in multicolored string, "this." Stiles sighs heavily, letting you pull him to the bed. It's not the first time, and certainly wouldn't be the last, that you've convinced him to sleep. He crawls in next to you and you throw your arm open, allowing him to lay his head over your heart. He falls asleep to the lull of the thump thump thump.

Stiles shakes himself out of the memory, remembering that he'll never hear that beautiful sound again and vows to hold onto it. He lets out a pained, choked sob, "Scott-" Scotts arms are around him still, Scott can smell the guilt coming off of the small man, "Don't - It was not your fault Stiles. It wasn't anyone's fault." Scott lets Stiles cry, mourn his best friend, the woman he's come to love like his own sister. "Have you told Derek?" Scott sighs, Stiles already knows the answer.

When they get to Derek's place, Derek opens the door, already smelling them and their horribly displaced emotions. "What is it?" Scott lets himself in, Stiles following close behind him and he's checking for his little flame, and when you're nowhere to be found, his heart sinks. "Where's Y/n?" Derek can smell the grief coming off of Scott in waves, not missing the anger that hides beneath it. "Fuck, my little flame," his voice sounds broken, barely audible to the human boy who stares sorrowful at him.

"Derek Hale!" You kick the door open to home, "Derek Hale! Get your ass out here!" Derek almost materializes behind you, but you're just as quick as he is. "Derek Hale! I oughtta kill you, you son of a bitch!" You march to him, taking him off guard by your fist that collides into his face. He's knocked back a couple feet, staring at you with glowing eyes. Your eyes match his, "I am not afraid of your eyes, wolf boy! You turned three people!" Derek shrugs, "So what if I did?" You go for a second punch, this time caught by Derek, he can't smell a single ounce of fear, only fury.

"They knew what they were getting into," Derek lets go of your hand. "Oh, fuck you, Derek," you shove him back, "you can spin that stupid story to whoever you want, but you and I know better." Derek shrugs, "So what? They're better now, stronger, and they like it." You let out a deep growl, "Did you tell them about the death?" You step forward towards him, "Did you tell them how they'd be pulled into every murder in this town?" You shove him back again, following his step backwards, "Did you tell them of the pain? Did you? Of course not." Your hand grasps his chin, squeezing painfully with your claws out, making him look at you, "Hear me Derek Hale and hear me good. If anything," you squeezed him harder, bringing a hiss from him, "and I mean anything, happens to them, I will hurt you." You back away and head out of his house, stopping at his door, "And trust me, I'm a fire you can't put out." He laughs, watching you walk away, but mumbling just where you can barely hear, "I have a feeling I don't want to be burned by your flame."

A growl explodes from his lips, pain filling his entire being. You've been the glue that holds them all together, bringing them back from the brink again and again. How could they survive without you?

Months after your death, they've settled back into the groove of things, nothing ever feels the same without you though.

They talk about you all the time, Stiles has a tendency to try and calm people down like you did. Trying to help keep everyone grounded. He's nowhere near as good at it like you were, but he's trying. Allison keeps your memory around by never changing her lock screen, a picture of everyone in the pack resting on the screen she checks every five minutes. Isaac has found a new anchor, with Scott's help, using himself to be able to control the rage that flurries inside of him after your death. Lydia lives for adopting your fire, absolutely never keeping her mouth shut much to everyone's dismay, but it's a way to keep your image around. Kira has become closer to Allison and Lydia, but she knows they'll never replace you. They don't laugh at her like you did when she talks about Scott, and it's a painful memory. Derek's become much more involved with Scott's pack, dedicated to doing what he can for not fighting by your side the right you died, a debt he'll never repay. Scott finds his peace in his pack, but the hole in his heart for his sister will never fade, like the newly placed fire tattoo on his forearm will never fade.

They are all eternally grateful.

They all know it'll never be the same.

They all hate your sacrifice.

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bonny-kookoo · 4 years ago

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Sing to me: JJK x Reader 🔞

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Mermaid AU, Siren!Jungkook, Prince!Jungkook, homeless!Reader, Romance, Smut duh

Wordcount: 5k (medium)

Tags/Warnings: okay so, spoiled kook, possessive kook, Theres literally an attempted murder lol, drowning? whoops, blood oh no, reader is hella fucking dense ok, biting, courting lol, fish boy is in love, whoops, anyways we got sexy times too, because in this AU fishboy got legs n all of that hah, unprotected sex because, guys pls this ain't supposed to he realistic, wrap it before you tap it folks, its also not all that filthy lol, blink and you'll miss the scene, honestly I didn't include much smut because yall nasty so you will ask for dirty drabbles anyways, not that I mind lol, k I'm done I think, wow mom I've sinned less than usual..

Summary: Help me love myself, and I might learn to love you as well.

Or alternatively: you save Jungkook from being killed, and he totally gets the wrong signals. But he's cute, so its fine. Probably.

Jungkook is floating.

He thinks about what lies above the waves, and cant think of anything he really finds interesting. The surface is littered in junk, in things humans leave behind without thinking twice about it. It's air is thick and stuffy, hard to breathe and never clear at all. It's crowded, with creatures who at the end of the day all look the same in his eyes. There's nothing exciting about the world people walk on.

Its boring, and dirty.

His own home is, compared to that, a kingdom radiating like the moon itself. It shines and sparkles, and harbors some of the most beautiful creatures ever to be found. He and his family, as well as everyone else, live in peace with nature down underneath the waves, existing side by side instead of trying to gain the upper hand all the time.

And he's reminded of the cruelty of man, when he finds himself caught in a net.

He's somehow made the fishermen drop it instead of pulling him up on their boat. But that doesn't mean he's free- he's still struggling with it, fighting it, but he cant rip it apart. All he does really, is tie the knots tighter, have them dig into his skin until spots are rubbed raw. He can't really swim anywhere at this point, gives up as he can see the last lights of his distant home fade into the distance.

Jungkook is floating.

He's slowly being led by the waves, by the love of wind and waters, as he closes his eyes. Its a pity, really; for a prince held so high to die by the mere hands of the poor, he thinks. It's upsetting him, very much so, but he takes it as it is. There's nothing he can do anyways, as he slowly comes into contact with the sand below. It washes him up onto short, the dry sand sticking to his body, waves pushing him higher and higher onto the ground.

He shivers, the cold outside air biting at his skin now unsheltered and defenseless.

He doesn't know how long he lays there.

But at some point, steps are heard on the sand. He keeps his eyes closed, doesn't care about what will happen next- he really just wants to have it be over by now, the ropes already painfully burning his skin at certain spots. He's sure theres sand in his wounds as something touches him- warm fingers, hesitant, and almost shy.

He keeps his eyes closed.

"My god, I hate humans.." You mutter under your breath, your voice hitting his ears, making him notice the way it sounds. He thinks it sounds very similar to some of his kind; sirens being blessed with voices sweet and enchanting. Maybe you were one of the strays who had decided to live on the surface for some reason? But your smell was entirely human, although much sweeter and pleasant than anyone he'd met before. And then, after a small short moment of pain-

He's free.

His arms flop to his side, and he breathes in deeply- finally able to fully move again. His eyes open, and adjust to the night for a moment, before they meet yours.

How interesting.

"Jungkook?" Jimin asks him, curious to what has gotten the young Siren so occupied. Typically, Jungkook would be watching the annual kingdom dances with at least some form of interest; even if it was just a glimpse of it, just to make his parents worry less about him misbehaving. But today, as the graceful dancers move around to the orchestra playing, the young prince is absolutely not there. At least not mentally. "Jungkook." The older one scolds, getting Jungkooks attention- his gaze hard and annoyed. "Please, young prince- at least try to pretend you're interested. This is after all part of our culture." He strategically uses his title as teasing- something which makes Jungkook snort without any fun.

"I really don't want to be here." He explains, and Jimin sighs. "I'd rather be at the surface.." He mumbles, being careful not to be too loud- but Jimin does pick it up, and so does his partner, Taehyung, next to him- now leaning a bit forward to hear better.

"Oh?" Jimin asks. "What could be of interest there, I wonder?" He teases, and Jungkook grows even more irritated.

"Nothing that should interest a whore like you." He says harshly, though Jimin knows he means no harm with it. Jimin is, after all, a man who enjoys the simple pleasures in life- which is why he can't quite grasp why Jungkook, a young man in his prime like himself, doesn't seem to care about whats going on around him.

"Hm, but I think she must be absolutely divine if you're willing to risk the wrath of your own mother just to see her." He says, and Taehyung snickers next to him, clearly amused.

But to both of their surprise, Jungkook grows.. calm. Theres even a glimpse of a smile on his lip as he rests his head on his head, elbow on the armrest of his throne. "That she is." He says, quietly, as he watches the young woman in front of him. He has to imagine you there instead, moving oh so gracefully to the sounds of his Kingdom's greatest musicians- dressed in the most beautiful gown he'd gift you. "That she is.." He repeats, a dreaming look on his face that Jimin has not seen before.

Jungkook watches you.

He enjoys watching you on your daily trips to the beach, picking up cans and bottles, and other things people throw away without care. You're cleaning up the beach, and he thinks its a very good behavior- he likes the way you always carefully scan the ground and sides for any garbage. He swims a little closer as he spots you squatting down; eyes lighting up as you pick up a shell he'd personally not care much for. It's slightly pink- but nothing he hasn't seen in his life. They're so common, and he suddenly thinks that if this already makes you happy, what if he was to bring you something else? Something better, something more worth your attention?

He feels a rush of excitement.

Dashing into the opposite direction, he makes his way towards the ground below, eyes scanning the ground as he searches for something. He spots it after a few minutes of searching, but when he holds the pearl, he hesitates.

Its not enough.

No, that's not what you should get. He's only paying back his dept, yeah, that's what he's doing. But what if he was overdoing it by bringing you something too expensive or rare? No, he should be smart about it, yeah. Start small, and work your way up he thinks, as he takes the pearls he's collected while deep in thought, and pushes himself back to the top, swimming easily. He hopes you're still there-

And there you are, dipping your feet into the water.

He looks at what he can see; only able to see clearly underneath the waves rather than above. There's a bracelet hanging around your ankle, and it looks cheap, he thinks. It only helps him by giving him ideas for his next gifts- if you would accept his first, that is. He's never been rejected before, but then again, has always rejected instead. Nothing had interested him to the extend you did. Maybe you really were of his kind, secretly.

When he slowly brings his head up the waves, you don't get scared, or flinch. You simply look, spot him, and smile.

He likes that expression.

He comes closer, free hand helping him onto the stone you sit on, his hand holding your gift eagerly pushing against yours. You understand quickly, and open them, and he smiles. You're smart, he notes, and it only adds to your qualities, he thinks. Dropping the pearls, your eyes sparkle again- as they should, he thinks with pride. You inspect them with big eyes, as if you've never seen something alike. He enjoys your reaction- and you nod at him. "Thank you- are they for me to keep?" You ask, pointing to them, and then at your chest. He's not fully fluent in human language, but has picked up on some words and phrases, since Seokjin had recently strayed- teaching him some stuff whenever he got bored and visited his younger brother.

So Jungkook nods. "You." He says, and you like the sound of his voice; fittingly just as handsome as the rest of him, you think. But then again- his kind is known for its beauty and enchanting voices. "Keep." He tells you, pushing your closed palm a bit closer to your body as if to underline his statement. You think its cute, in a way.

"Okay." You say. "I'll keep them-?" You ask, and he doesn't understand, until you point to yourself, and say a name- yours, he supposes.

"Ah-" He starts, pointing to himself. "Jungkook. Jeon, Jungkook." He tells you, and you nod, smiling.

"It's nice to meet you, Jeon Jungkook." You smile, and he grins back, slightly sharpened canines in stark contrast with his bunny-like smile.

He thinks its nice to meet you too.

"But you're a witch, aren't you?" Jungkook argues, staring at Taehyung. "I thought you were all so capable." He challenges, and Taehyungs eyes darken- quite literally, since sea witches do technically have black eyes- but conceal them, as to not scare off people. He regains his composure however when Jimins hand lays on his shoulder.

"Now now, no need to become huffy." He says. "He didn't say he can't do it- he simply told you that its not that easy." He explains, and Jungkook sighs, rolling his eyes. Ever the spoiled prince, they think to themselves.

"I don't care about that." He states. "Can you do it, or can you not?" He asks, and Taehyung thinks for a moment.

"I.." He begins, before he sighs. "I can. But, there's a catch, Jungkook." He tells him, and this time, the youngest of the group seems just as serious as he listens. "I can't promise that.. the result will be what you will expect." He says.

"What do you mean?" Jungkook asks.

"There's a chance she won't survive it."

He doesn't think much about why you're so often sitting on that rocky structure close to the deep- he likes not having to get out of the water to be close to you. And you think, Jungkook is quite the interesting being.

He’s curious; that much you can tell. His hands rest on your knees, your toes sometimes brushing against his abdomen as he swims closer- face coming forward to properly look at you. His vision must be bad outside of the waters you assume, his brown eyes squinting in concentration until he huffs and let’s himself back into the waters. You chuckle, and simply take off your jacket, slipping into the water as well as you control your breath- his entire face brightening at your body now underwater in his world, finally clear to see for his eyes.

You’re pretty, he thinks, definitely prettier than any other human he’d encountered before. The clothes covering your breasts and private parts a bit dull and boring for his taste- but he’d change that soon. He smiles, happy, before holding up his finger as if to signal for you to wait before he swims away, elegantly and fast. You swim up to breath some air, catch your breath, until there’s a hand around your calf, holding, fingers running over the skin, signaling you to come down again. You follow his question, taking a deep breath to meet him underneath the surface; his excited hands wrapping something around your neck, before he swims in circles as if he’s suddenly got too much energy. You point to yourself, as if to ask if you can keep it- and he nods, wide eyes watching you with a smile that you can’t help but mirror.

You don't quite realize what he's doing.

He however thinks you know. You know that he's courting you, and you're interested in him. You know that he's just given you more than a simple gift. He only believes you're letting him work for it- something he happily does, taking on the challenge as always. He swims closer, holds your shoulders, as his eyes look into yours, his gaze happy and child-like almost. He's close to finally showing you affection- but you suddenly swim to the surface instead.

And even though he knows you only wanted to breathe, he can't help but feel slightly sour at the ruined moment.

"You're awfully happy these days." His mother says, watching her son in the gardens of the palace. "May I ask what has gotten you in such a bright mood?" She asks, and Jungkook doesn't quite know how to break it to her. He knows its not forbidden, knows it has, and does, happen each and every day it seems- but there's still fear inside of him. Theres still hesitation, even though he is not ashamed of what has happened- of what he has done. His mother however notices. "You know you can trust me, right?" She says, and he nods.

Its now or never.

"I've found a mate." He says, and his mother smiles warmly, holding his cheek as she kisses it in congratulation. "Its a human." He says, quietly, hurried- but his mother continues to smile.

"I have suspected as much." She states. "Your friend- Park Jimin- is not very good at talking quietly." She snickers, and Jungkook curses under his breath about how he wants to strangle him. Theres a huge weight lifted off of him however; finally having said it, made it very real to him, in a way- even though it was already.

Because, after all; you were wearing his kingdom's sigil around your neck already. He had claimed you.

He's restless the next time he swims to the shore to meet you again- eager to see you to give you the news of his family's acceptance.

You're late- later than usual, and his brows are furrowed, mood upset at your mannerism. You're usually always on time, always just as eager to see him he thinks- but this time, you're not there. After his anger however, he grows increasingly worried instead. What if something had happened to you instead? Oh what a bad person he would be to be mad at you for getting into an unfortunate situation. As guilt slowly makes his way into his body, claims his muscles, he moves to sit on the stone he usually finds you on. He tries to look around- rain on his skin making it possible to be out way more comfortably.

He spots movement above.

Theres a person he can't make out- throwing something off the cliff down into the sea, and Jungkook clicks his tongue in anger, already upset- but still curious on what it was the person had been so eager to discard. Typically, its tiny things or plastic he finds- but this is something else, he knows.

Underwater, he smells blood.

His pupils contract, eyes widening, as he spots the black bag slowly making its way to the bottom of the sea- red trail leading from it. Its not the blood however that makes him frantic- its the smell of it, of you, that stops his heart.

He gets you out the bag, his anger over the entire situation diminishing into nothing as he holds you close, eyes spotting the deep cut on your side, and the scratches on your face. Unsure where to bring you, he holds you close, brings you onto his back as one of his hands hold yours, your arms around his neck. He swims quickly to the only place he knows you can breathe.

The underwater cave is big enough for now, he thinks, as he brings your body onto the ground, out the water. He doesn't notice he's crying, doesn't quite speak, his native language of clicking sounds and little noises escaping him as he whines out for your attention, waiting for you to wake up somehow. He's been so invested in making you like him and accept him that he's got no idea what to do with a human. Are you cold? How can he warm you up? How does he stop bleeding wounds? How much can you bleed before you die? Are you already dying?

Jungkook doesn't know what to do. So he simply lays by your side, holding you close, in hopes his slightly higher body temperature can keep you warm.

"He's doing the best he can-" Jimin says, Seokjin next to Taehyung as they both lean over your body. Both witches are concentrated, already exhausted, but there's no way they're giving up on you now. Not only because you're important to Jungkook- but because no one deserves to simply die like this.

"I know, I know!" Jungkook huffs out, pupils turned into cat like slits- a clear sign of the absolute terror and chaos inside of him. "What if they're best isn't good enough? Jimin, I can't loose her, you don't understand-" He starts, but Jimin holds the younger one's shoulders, for the first time serious with him.

"I do." He glances at Taehyung. Jimin had saved Taehyung before as well- the young sea witch having been hit by a fisherman's harpoon years ago. Ever since then, Jimin had been attached to the witch like glue. "Trust me, I really do. And they're doing all they can to make sure she's going to be fine." He promises, and Jungkook nods.

All he can do is pray.

When you wake up, there's several things you notice.

First, you're alive. Having a raging headache, and your limbs and muscles feel horribly tender, but you're alive. There's also strings of rope tied to two rock formations acting like a clothing line, several blankets and clothes hanging from it. They don't look human-made to you- the fabrics and designs not something you would think of as regular. There's a bucket and several stained rags- now copper-brown with old blood. Its then that you look down, seeing your cut sewed shut.

You also notice its rather soft underneath you.

Its sheepskin laid over seaweed you notice- the whool soft and fluffy, and warm. Everything seems to be so thoughtfully placed, even some decorative items- you can spot fireflies casually sitting in a jar close by, and burned wood, probably to . Probably to make light during the night. You're tired however, so you simply lay down again. Quite honestly, surely you should fee worried about the situation- but then again, there was no one to miss you, no place you called your home anyways. No use in worrying- because deep down, you had your suspicion.

A Jungkook swims to the surface with the plastic box in his arms, he's careful not to throw it too hard onto the ground. As he steps out the water, he's sure to at least try and his his hands of most the water before he goes to check on the blankets he had brought this early morning. They've dried enough, he notices, and is glad about that, as he picks one up.

You don't have to be cold anymore, he thinks.

He's unnaturally careful for his typical character- his usual behavior quite the opposite as it was now. Now, he's making sure you're properly tucked in, as he notices your eyes watching him.

He freezes, for a moment.

Jungkook hasn't really thought much about what would happen if you were to wake up- after all, Seokjin had told him he was unsure if you were to wake up this early in the first place, and Taehyung didn't even know if you would wake up at all. He'd told his younger brother to be prepared for any reaction really; fear, confusion, maybe even anger. But you seem calm, curious even, and Jungkook decides to sit down in front of your face, waiting.

"You brought me here, right?" You ask, and he nods, eyes not leaving your form.

"You-.. hurt." He points to the spot where your wound had been. "Also hurt." His hand points to your head. "Brothers, helped." He informs you, and you smile, nodding at his words. He suddenly looks at the ground, mumbling. "I.. worried. Thought... you, dying." He tells you, and you sit up slowly again, keeping the blanket around your shoulders.

"I'm not dead though." You say, and he nods. "Thank you, Jungkook. Now we're even." You say, and he tilts his head in confusion- a mannerism you could only think of as cute. "I saved you- you saved me." You say, and he smiles, nodding.

"I-" He starts, leaning forward a bit, now way more energetic and lighthearted as before. "I- we-" He growls a little in frustration, and you cant help but giggle at his troubles- the chirps and clicks escaping him foreign- but somehow, they feel hazy, as if your mind knows the language, but has forgotten what it meant. He's trying so hard you notice, and appreciate. "You like here?" He asks, and points around. You nod, and he beams at you. "I made." He tells you, proudly so.

"I guessed as much. Its very thoughtful of you, thank you." You say, and he nods, happy you like what he did for you. Its not a permanent solution, obviously, but as soon as you're healed well enough, he already planned a new spot for you to come with him.

You just don't know it yet.

There's a weird feeling inside of you.

It's like homesickness, you think. Every time you look at the waters, you feel- sad? It's making you uneasy, and with every day passing by, it just gets worse and worse. But it's today, that you cant take it.

When you dip your legs into the water, it soothes an ache you can't recognize ever having. It helps your skin, it somehow feels as if you're breathing again. But It's not enough, you think- before you let yourself fall into the deep end.

You're floating.

It's like leaving a stuffy and crowded mall, just to stand in a park, fresh air after it had rained, and light breeze clearing your head. Everything is silent, but not at the same time- the water around you feeling as if you're being hugged, held. It makes you relax, makes you let go, makes you only exist for a moment.

You're floating.

And there's a sudden wave of realization that you're also breathing. There's no water in your lungs- or maybe there is, and you just don't feel it being there. Darkness surrounds you as you don't know where you are exactly- theres no telling where is where, no way to know if you're upright or not. Maybe you've died?

Did you drown?

If you did, it would explain Jungkook being there. He's swimming towards you with a face full of worry, as he grabs your wrist and holds you close. "I can't even let you out of my sight for a mere day it seems, my love." He sighs, and your eyes widen. Its almost comedic how his own do the same, focusing on your neck, as he touches.

You're sensitive, and shift away from his touch.

"It-" He starts, now holding your shoulders, as he begins to smile. "It worked! It really did- by the dragon kind, you look absolutely divine!" He laughs, and can't help but hold your hands, eyes roaming your appearance, as you don't quite get it- until you follow his gaze.

Just like him, there's fins now on the sides of your calfs, smaller ones on your ankles as well. Theres also ones decorating your outer forearms- they look like the ones you'd always see on goldfish as a kid. There's something alike to scales as well, but barely noticable. "I- what happened to me?" You ask, and Junkook smiles.

"You.. almost died." He admits, taking your hand and swimming to what you assume is back towards the cave. "You had been robbed during the day, and when I found you.. well, you know what happened." He says. "While you were asleep, we were thinking about what to do. There was no way you would survive as a human- so, a friend of mine- Taehyung- performed a ritual, together with Seokjin, my brother." He says. You finally spot light, glad to be able to have at least some form of orientation. "I'm glad you're adjusting so quickly, my love." He states, smiling at you.

You notice the petname again.

"Jungkook-" You start, as you both reach the cave again, sitting on the edge of where the ground of the cave meets the water. "Why are you.. calling me that?" You ask, and Jungkook seems confused.

"Why do you ask?" He questions. And you don't quite follow, until he continues. "You're my mate- I am only addressing you as such."

Your eyes widen. "Wait- we're-" You start, and its only then that it clicks in Jungkooks head.

"Oh." He says- the dissapointment bitter and evident in his voice. "You.. didn't know?" He asks, and you shake your head, unsure what he means. "I see.." He tells you, suddenly distant. "I.. will bring you breakfast tomorrow.. sleep well." He abruptly says, and before you can say anything, he's already gone.

What just happened?

"There you are!" A voice says, deeper than Jungkooks, but not unfamiliar. Taehyung had been visiting and bringing you food and nescessities ever since that talk with Jungkook. This time, however, Taehyung seems like he wants to say something. You look at him, silently urging him, and he sits down next to you, sighing.

"Does he hate me?" You ask, quietly, and Taehyung looks sad.

"He could never." He says. "He just.. didn't take the rejection well. He'll need time to come around. It won't take that much time- his mother is already trying to get a new partner for him." He explains, and your head whips around towards him. "I- you.. did reject him, right?" He asks, slowly. "You do.. not love him, right?" He urges again, and you groan suddenly, throwing your face into your hands.

"Oh my god I'm so stupid.." You say. "It all.. everything was so overwhelming, I didn't even notice what he was doing." You cry into your hands, as Taehyungs hand places itself onto your back, trying to soothe you. "I though.. especially after I found out about his status.." You mumble. "How could he want me?" You ask, and Taehyung sighs.

"Head up, little siren." He says. "He's still able to hear you sing, if you want to." He says, and you look at him.

"But how?" You say. "I have no idea where the kingdom, or anything really is. And he won't come see me until its too late." You say.

"Well-" Taehyung says, standing up, and holding out his hand. "-allow me to escort the future princess to her lover."

"How did you find me?" He simply asks, not turning around, as you float closer. "I'm sorry, but I still need time to.. get over-" He starts, but you don't let him finish, instead leaning into his back, your arms around his middle.

"I'm stupid." You say. "I'm really, really stupid." He shakes his head, but you continue. "Just because I didn't realize- doesn't mean that I don't feel anything for you." You say. "I just.. felt unworthy, I guess. Insignificant." You admit, and he turns around, holding your face in his hands.

"You really are not gifted with the mind of the dragons king, my love." He states teasingly, the glimmer in his eyes returning. "My status means nothing to me, if that meant I could not have you." He says, and you lean forward, capturing his lips. "I hope you know what this meant, at least." He teases, and your eyes widen, scared you might've done something wrong. "It means you love me." He says, and you chuckle.

"Good." You say. "Because I do."

Even though he thinks you looked like a goddess reborn in your white and pearl decorated gown from the wedding, he enjoys you without it, close to him, just as much. He's alive, he's feeling, he's in love, as his hands move over your skin, his senses filled with you and nothing else.

The sounds you make for him are sweeter than any siren's song he's ever heard or could ever sing himself. No member of his kind is as enchanting as you, he decides, as he bites and kisses the sensitive skin of your neck. Jimin had teased him relentlessly the entire evening and night by trying to send you sweet words, to which you didn't react- but that didn't mean that it didn't piss him off.

You were his.

His princess- and soon to be queen, one day.

And he's planning on making that very evident, as he marks up your skin with little bites, visible for everyone to see. He wants everyone to know, even though by tomorrow, the entire Kingdom will celebrate the marriage of its prince anyways. He's more than ready to show you off, to hold you close, to have people see the divine being at his side that's you.

It's only natural for his hands to roam your skin, for his lips to worhip every inch it seems, as you reach out for his hand every second it leaves you. It's painfully endearing he thinks, how you can be so innocent and pure, while he's between your legs, performing the sinful act of pleasuring you with his mouth.

You pull him towards you, as you straddle his waist, leaning down to kiss him. He's in god's divine lands he thinks, as he suddenly feels you sinking down on his awaiting length. You fit around him perfectly, more so than he could've ever imagined. And as you both move, he holds you close, happy that here, in his world, he doesn't need to breathe.

He can kiss you as long as he wants.

(c)Bonny-Kookoo. I spilled strawberry milk on my poor laptop while writing this.

#bts imagine #bts #bts fanfic #jungkook imagine #bts fic #bts smut #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts reactions #Sing To Me AU

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dekalko-mania · 3 years ago

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"I think I'm coming down with something." Danny rubbed at his arm, trying to ease the painful throbbing.

"Really?" Sam put down her book. "What're your symptoms?"

Danny shrugged. "I don't know. I've just been feeling really tired lately. And it's hard to focus on anything, it's all so boring." He furrowed his brow. "And empty."

"I did notice you weren't as into your last fight with Skulker. And you didn't even exchange witty banter with Vlad." Sam hummed. "What else?"

"I've also been getting mad really easily, like more than usual. For really dumb things. I wanted to chuck a mug at Jazz for saying something I usually wouldn't care about." Danny's face flashed briefly with frustration before he continued. "I've even had to avoid Dash cause I'm afraid I'm actually going to punch him."

Sam frowned. "Have you been having trouble sleeping? Eating?"

"A bit." Danny was uncomfortable at the prospect of delving into it. "There's just...a lot to think about."

Sam's eyes flickered to the deep eye bags he knew were setting up permanent residence on his face. They gave him a constantly bruised look, and contrasted eerily with his pale skin. Ever since the accident, what human traits took place in Phantom were equal to the ghostly ones that appeared as Fenton.

He appeared creepy even to himself.

Inhuman.

Wrong.

Danny shook his head and pushed on. "It's also been getting really hard to be around people. It's like it drains me out quicker and I always wonder if..."

If they all secretly hated him, if they'd be better off without him.

If his secret was better off buried with him, and his parents never had to know their son was the thing they hated most.

"Do you feel like this with me and Tucker?" Sam asked, ignoring the way he left the thought unfinished.

"No." He cringed, knowing he'd answered too quickly.

"Danny..."

"Sometimes," he admitted. It made him feel incredibly guilty. "Sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about. I'm just glad you're telling me this." Sam paused. "Do you think you should maybe take a break from ghost hunting?"

"What? No!" Danny's core flared, and he took a deep breath. "I mean, I want to. I know with you guys and Valerie it would be okay, but...if something happens, I can't...I won't be able to..."

"Danny, I know you blame yourself for the portal, but it didn't just appear out of thin air. Sure, you tripped and it turned on, but your parents were the ones that built it. Whether you pressed the button or not, they would've figured it out eventually." She leaned forward, giving him a meaningful look. "You're not responsible for the outcome of it."

"I guess..." He disagreed but figured it wasn't worth arguing on.

Danny's arm gave another painful pulse and he glared, grasping it tighter. He didn't realize his reaction was so obvious until he caught Sam's expression.

"Isn't that the arm you landed on last week?" Sam furrowed a brow. "I thought your bruises were supposed to heal within a few hours?"

Danny considered denying it, but forcefully kept the thought at bay. He'd brought up the conversation in the first place, and if he didn't talk about it now, then he would never mention it again.

"That's another thing." He gestured at the injury. "My healing has been super slowed down. I'm wondering if I have a ghost sickness or something. I don't know, and the gash on my stomach won't stop bleeding, but I guess since my blood supply is still getting replaced fast, I should-"

"Wait." For the first time in their conversation, Sam seemed mildly irritated. "Gash on your stomach? From the photo Wes took?" Her hands clenched on her lap, but she reigned in her volume. "That you said was old?"

"Oops?" Danny sunk into his seat, mildly embarrassed, but more angry that he couldn't keep his big mouth shut.

"You have to tell us these things, you can't just suffer in silence." Beneath the anger, Danny could see something else. Fear. "What if it got infected? Or-or-"

"It's not a big deal." Danny waved it away. He meant it, remembered how he'd stared down at his profusely bleeding abdomen and couldn't bring himself to care. "I'll heal eventually."

"But not fast enough, not when a bruised arm is still hurting you a week later." Sam pulled out her phone. "This was three days ago! I'm shit at stitches but Tucker'll get here right away if I explain it to him."

"Sam, stop." The now familiar fire was building up beneath his skin. He knew this wasn't a good idea, that it would only put a bigger burden on his friends than he already had. "Tucker's busy, just let me handle it."

She paid him no mind, sending the text anyway. Why couldn't she just listen?

(Because she cares.)

(Shut up.)

"Sam, I'm telling you," he begged. "It's fine."

"It's not fine." She looked up, voice more calm than before. "You were hurt bad, Danny."

"Why does that matter?" Danny snapped, unable to contain himself.

Sam's eyes went wide for a moment, an unreadable glint going through them.

Neither of them spoke for a while, Danny regretting the turn their conversation had taken while she watched him carefully.

"When you got the injury, what were your first thoughts?" Sam finally broke the silence.

"I don't want to talk about this anymore." Danny couldn't find the energy to raise his voice much higher.

"Please?"

Her tone made him pause, so quiet and unlike her. Sam sounded more like Jazz than herself at the moment, and out of everything, that's what put him off the most.

"Nothing?" He tried putting the feeling into words, but it was hard. "I just looked down and saw blood everywhere. And I would usually panic but, I don't know."

He wasn't certain about much of anything these days.

Danny sighed and rested his head back on the chair. "Yeah, nothing. Everything was grey and I was looking, but not really seeing, you know? Like I was outside of my body and...it didn't matter. Whether i bled out or not, it didn't matter." He rolled his head enough so he could see her. "That good enough for you?"

Sam pursed her lips, not out of anger, but from yet another emotion he wasn't used to seeing on her face. It was a type of sadness he didn't want her to feel.

"Danny, this sounds a lot like depression."

He snorted before he could help himself. "Yeah, right. What have I even got to be depressed about?"

The look Sam gave him made him wonder if he'd been dropped into The Office. "Really?"

"It wouldn't explain the healing thing," he countered.

"Ghost psyche is even more tied into physical health than the average person. It's not a stretch."

"Well, I don't want to be depressed." He crossed his arms, knowing somewhere in the back of his mind that he sounded like a little kid.

"No one wants to be depressed," she stated dryly, before softening her tone. "I'm just worried that you're getting to a point where you hurt yourself and you don't care."

"I'm sure somewhere in the deep depths of my soul that I care."

"When was even the last time you ate?"

"Um..." Danny came up blank, not prepared to make up a lie when he was thrown off himself. Surely it had to be recent?

"Yeah, that's it." Sam pulled up her phone again. "I can tell you're getting tired talking about this, so I'm gonna order us food, and when Tucker gets here we're gonna treat that injury."

"And then?" She was right, he was exhausted.

Sam glanced up, lips pursed. "And then I think we need to find you a therapist."

#danny phantom #danny fenton #considering making this a full fic #just dannys thoughts and experiences #yay or nay?#love how i took a break from studying to supposedly write a tiny piece and then this happened lmao #not super long but longer than planned #sam manson #tw depression #tw suicidal thoughts #but subtle

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griffintail · 4 years ago

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I know you write about parental stuff for a lot of characters in the Dream SMP, but I was wondering if you could write something for Quackity?

I’ve seen some writers write about Philza finding a winged child with their wings clipped, and since everyone seems to headcanon Quackity as a duck hybrid with wings that were clipped by Shlatt during his presidency, I thought it would be interesting to see how Big Q would react to finding someone did something similar to a child.

Plus I just like the thought of him as Papa Duck, and calling his kid “Duckling”. It’s just really adorable, okay? I’m in a fluffy mood, and there’s ducks/ ducklings in my yard all the time, so needless to say I’ve grown to really like ducks over the years.

Ducklings are so cute!

However, this went a bit more angsty than planned...I still hope you enjoy it! There is fluffy parts in there!

Duckling

Pairings: Parental! Quackity x F! Child! Reader

Warnings: Blood, Harm done to a child, Implied Past Abuse, Wounds, Angstish

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It was any other day in New L’Manberg.

Quackity woke up, tended to his wounds to make sure they healed properly, changed into a clean outfit, then walked out of his home with his usual smile. He was able to have usual banter with his friends, laughing a true laugh making him feel relief each time as he didn’t have to hold anything back. Going to have his daily meeting with Tubbo and the rest of the cabinet was when his day changed drastically.

He was walking to the building when he saw a small sagging figure. Straightening up, he carefully went over.

“Hello?”

The figure looked up and he froze seeing the pain-filled face of a little girl. She stared for a moment before starting to fall.

“Help…be free…”

Her eyes closed as she fell to the ground and Quackity quickly rushed forward and caught her. As he did, he winced at the wet feeling as he held her back.

“Oh please.” He muttered before carefully moving her in his arms.

His blood boiled as he went pale.

The back of their shirt was soaked completely in blood and he could easily tell that she was still bleeding.

“Shit.” He scooped her up completely.

He ran as fast as he could to the meeting building, bursting through, scaring everyone inside.

“Quackity, you’re la—” Fundy started.

“What the hell is that?!” Ranboo jumped up seeing the blood-soaked shirt that was starting to coat Quackity’s hands.

“She’s losing blood fast,” Quackity said, putting the girl on the table. “I need help.”

Fundy rushed to grab potions as Tubbo took off his jacket, Ranboo shuffling next to Quackity as he took the little girl’s shirt off.

“Is that—” Ranboo gripped onto the front of his shirt as the other two eyes went wide looking at Quackity.

“She’s losing blood!” Quackity snapped at all of them and everyone worked past their shock to help him.

On the little girl’s back were two large wounds, very similar to the ones on Quackity’s back. He couldn’t think about it though, she was losing blood and he couldn’t let his anger control him at this moment.

Everyone worked quick and by the end, the potion had slowed down the bleeding enough for Ranboo to close up the wounds and cease the bleeding. Finally, they could all breathe as they stared at the little girl, who they had wrapped in Fundy’s jacket.

“Someone did that to her.” Tubbo finally said, the weight crushing the room.

“…Doesn’t matter anymore,” Quackity spoke up. “She lives in L’Manberg now and won’t see whoever did it again. She’s free.”

“She’s a kid Quackity, someone’s going to have to take care of her.” Fundy reminded him. “And what if she has parents—?”

Fundy couldn’t get out another word before Quackity shouted. “If she does, where the hell were they when the monster did this?! If she does have parents, they just lost their rights as parents.”

He felt the wounds on his back ached as he remembered the day, he lost his wings, his jaw clenching before he took a deep breath.

“I’ll take her. I know how to take care of her wounds and I’ll be able to help her.” Quackity finally told them.

“Are you sure?” Tubbo asked carefully.

“Positive.” He nodded with confidence.

He didn’t know what he was doing really when he came home and laid the little girl down on his bed for now. It was all a mystery really but he did believe that no one besides him could take care of her right. They had something horrible that connected them but he was hoping to help her through the pain better than he had dealt with it.

From there, he worked on making his home a bit tidier, really trying to keep his mind busy from the anger he felt to whoever did this to her. If he ever found out who did this, there’d be no mercy. As he was putting away a few potions’ bottles, he heard a small squeak and he went back to his room. The little girl was sitting up, face screwed up in pain.

“Hey, kid,” Quackity said quietly and she looked at him startled. “It’s ok, I’m the guy you ran into remember?”

She thought for a moment before nodding as he nodded as well grabbing a regeneration and health potion.

“A few friends and I healed and stitched you, you’ll need to take it easy for a long while so you don’t irritate your wounds or open them again. You mind if I put a bit of these on them to help them heal?”

“What are they?” She muttered.

“This is a regeneration potion; it will help your wounds close a bit easier so it won’t take months for them to close. This is a healing potion; it will help with the pain and keep you from getting sick because of your wounds.”

She stared at the shining liquids before slowly nodding again. “Ok.”

He came up behind her and lifting the jacket, reminding himself to return it to Fundy, before carefully first pouring the regeneration on the wounds. She winced and whimpered in pain.

“Yeah, I know kid. It’s going to hurt for a while.” He mumbled as he finished on the other one as quickly as he could but making sure it got done before using the health potion. “This should help a bit.”

“How do you know?” She asked curiously as she winced again.

He paused before putting the jacket down. “It’s a long story. Now you’re probably starving. Let’s get some food.”

It was a lot to process in a short amount of time, but, process Quackity did.

To start, Quackity made a spare room he had into her room. He set her up a bed to start and said, whatever else she wanted in there, he’d figure out. After establishing a space for her, he got to know her a bit better past the wounds on her back. Her name was (Y/N) and she was nine years old and she ran away from home. She liked books but she also liked to run around outside.

Knowing that Quackity asked to borrow more simple books from Ghostbur and would let her run around close by as he’d do his daily days. He tried to make her happy and she often was, the small shell she had breaking when around him. Slowly, but surely, she loved to follow him around and enjoyed talking with him, to which people would joke calling her his little duckling.

He supposed that was where the nickname came from as he had started to call her that after a few short weeks of her living with him.

It was a bit awkward for him to transition into taking care of two people instead of one for a while but he eventually got the hang of that too. With that, he also transitioned his days differently. In the early morning, he’d take care of his wounds before helping her with hers a couple of hours later.

The two had a bit of an unspoken rule. He never asked what happened to her wings if she didn’t ask how he knew how to take care of her wounds.

It changed though when he was doing the daily potion ritual. She had accidentally slept on her back and irritated her wounds a bit so it took a bit longer than usual. With him spending so much carefully taking care of the wounds, she wanted to talk about them.

“My dad took my wings away.” She muttered and Quackity froze in his work. “They were a lot like mommy’s…he took them away so I stopped looking like mommy…”

He was trying to keep his breathing under control as his thoughts went wild. He was hoping that maybe, as horrible as it was, that she was alone and some cruel person out in the world had done it. Yet, it was her father and it infuriated him so much, that he wanted to hunt this bastard down. However, …

(Y/N) sniffled and he pulled her shirt down before sitting next to her, putting his arm around her.

“Hey, little duckling, you don’t have to worry about him anymore. He’s not your dad if he did something like this to you. I’m sorry he took them away from you, I know wings are very special.”

“They were fluffy.” She murmured as tears started to streak down her face.

“I bet they were. If I could get them back for you, I would. Instead, though, we’ll live like this and smile on the ground because even without any wings, we’re still pretty special.” He told her, rubbing her arm.

He promised he’d destroy the man that use to be in her life, but today…

She hugged him and he squeezed her back.

Today was all about her.

Weeks passed and Quackity was smiling as (Y/N) ran ahead, bouncing as she looked back at him.

“Come on papa duck! I want to see the new books!”

“I’m coming, you’re just too fast duckling.” He put a hand on his chest dramatically.

She giggled as she turned around, going to where Ghostbur was waiting outside the entrance to the sewer. The ghost eagerly showed the little girl the new books he had “found” and Quackity merely stood to the side, pleased with the excitement (Y/N) had coursing through her. Ghostbur lent her one of the books and Quackity nodded to him.

“Thanks, Ghostbur.” Quackity waved as he walked off with the little girl.

He never thought he’d be doing something like this in his life, but he didn’t mind. It was a nice change of pace.

Ghostbur smiled as he watched them walk off. They were always so adorable together, even with the black transparent wings on both of them. As they walked away, one of the wings was wrapped around (Y/N) as her tiny fluffy ones flapped in excitement. Very lovely.

#dreamsmp x reader #quackity x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt fanfiction

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unholytrinitytrio · 4 years ago

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“PLEASE YOU’RE TOO BIG!”

How would they react to being called big

Pairing: Dabi x Reader

Word count: 2,309

Warnings: Lost of virginity, Kinda Non con on some parts, Mentions of alcohol consumption, Squirting, Overstim, Unprotected sex/ Rawing (don’t be silly wrap that willy)

DABI: TOUYA TODOROKI

Ever since you accidentally slipped to Dabi that you never had any sexual encounters before, he’d proudly claimed he’ll be the one to pop your cherry.

At first he just wanted to get under your skin, then it slowly changed to becoming a sort of challenge to him. He blames it’s because of your constant avoidance of topics related to sex and if you are somehow are caught up in a sex joke, your face contorts to that of disgust, after which prompts you to leave the room.

That or subjecting those people in a flurry of beat downs.

Not long after, you were now called the Queen of prudishness. But even Queens has their downfall, and Dabi swears he will be yours.

So when the time had come where he had you on his disheveled bed, awake, but greatly disoriented on your surroundings and barely able to form some coherent sentence from the alcohol you had consumed.

He almost threw a laughing fit when you weakly pushed him off of you while muttering about leaving you sleep in peace.

“Ya sure that’s your priority right now babe?” Dabi said while sitting on top you, his slimy paws on your dress shirt ready to unbutton them off your figure.

After successfully unbuttoning and removing said dress shirt he stopped dead in his track upon seeing your plain white bra. Shrugging his shoulders, he figured plain underwear suits you a lot. Though, he won’t say it out loud that it does adds a certain charm.

He shifted in his position before grabbing a hold of your jeans to slide them off of you, taking note of another set of plain underwear.

“Aww, sets of underwear for little ol’ me? I’m flattered y/n” he sarcastically remarked.

Throwing said pants behind him, he resumed his position on top of you holding one breast in his right hand the other hand went straight to your mouth. With his thumb, he tried prying your mouth open.

Still out of your wits end, you felt something, rather than someone, groping your left breast roughly. Letting out a whimper of discomfort, you felt another object, prying your mouth open.

Groaning in annoyance you let said object pry your mouth open hoping it would quit it’s objective once it had your lips unfastened with no resistance.

That was not the case though because as soon as Dabi sensed the last of your resistance withering from prying your lips open, he proceeded to shove two of his fingers inside.

Gagging a bit and moaning out in irritation from having your mouth violated by two long objects you tried biting it, albeit weakly. After which you proceeded to push it him out of your mouth using your tongue.

Opening your eyes to be greeted by a blur of black spiky figure you held unto said foreign object to try pulling it out of you.

It proved successful alright.

Successful in turning him on more.

Dabi let out a low groan of satisfaction before he removed his fingers from your mouth replacing it with his own. Sliding his tongue in easily, in replace of his fingers. He was pleasantly surprised when he can still taste a tangy fruit taste reminiscent of the spiked drink that was offered to you by one of the lower grunts whom was hoping to snag you for themselves instead.

He only stopped making out with you after he felt your nails feebly clawing at his chest.

Retracting his face with a drool connecting the two of you, he continued fondling one of your breast, letting his eyes roam your body underneath him while the other palmed at the growing erection behind his pants.

Satisfied with his eye candy he removed himself off of you and off the bed to remove his coat and shirt.

Hearing the rustling of clothes you felt some of your consciousness coming back. Lifting your head, the black blur you saw first,started to make sense. Judging by the drop in your body’s temperature accompanied by slimy feeling both on your upper lips and lower area. You knew that you were about to be fucked by some random dude with preference for dark clothing.

“Please don’t...”

Successfully unbuckling his belt, he removed both his pants and underwear. His cock, erected, standing tall in attention, he started walking back towards you upon hearing your pitiful please.

Feeling the bed creak slightly in protest upon being introduced with additional weight, you started to tremble at the thought of loosing it to some random stranger. You’d rather have someone else take it.

Someone who’s egoistical, pyromaniac maybe. You swear it doesn’t even make sense due to following reasons: (1) emotional attraction be damned and (2) any physically attraction were questionable. Anyway you just chalked it up that it was because he was the only male attention you ever gotten ever since you joined the LOV.

“Don’t wanna...” you said after you felt rough male hands, warmth hotter than comfortable dragging your hips closer to them. Before you felt him roughly parting your legs apart to better situate himself in between them.

You felt one of his hands grip your hip while you felt a hot pulsating object being dragged up and down between your lower lips. Shuddering in a mix of both arousal and uneasiness you once again tried to bargain with the stranger.

“Just be gentle...” you moaned out followed by “First...."

Of course Dabi knew that, he waited for this moment, wanting to quench his sadistic side by ramming himself deep inside of you without a care in world, you’ll be waking up with limp in your step for a whole week.

Grinning wickedly he tried inserting his cock inside you and yet to no avail, his cock kept sliding out of you.

Clicking his tongue in annoyance he tried again, only to find his cock slipping upwards accidentally stimulating your clit earning himself your moan.

“Lucky you...” you heard his raspy voice growl in annoyance before you felt him fold your pliant body. Your sex closer to his face before you felt him spit directly on it.

Letting out a sniffle you tried wiggling yourself once again, before you felt him tightened his hold on you. The warmth you once felt grew two times hotter as a warning.

You felt one of his finger enter you, and contrary to your will, you clenched against him.

“Shit...” you heard him curse before you felt another one of his finger enter you again scissoring you in a hurried manner, making you groan in a feeling of being cramped up.

After what felt like an hour of being prep by him, he lowered your body again you felt his pulsating member rubbing against you slick while his head lowered itself beside your ear breathing heavily.

Dabi retracted his hips slightly to rub his cock in his hand successfully spreading some of your wetness.

Guiding the head of his penis at your entrance he tried entering it a few times, satisfied that he was able to enter some centimeters a lot more easliy.

Grinning sinfully against your neck you heard him whisper.

“Better put your mouth to use princess, I love screamers in bed...”

“I don’t - I don’t”

You felt his chest rumbled in laugh of amusement.

“Does Dabi ring a bell?” he dropped his name satisfied with seeing your eyes and mouth widened in shock.

Or maybe it was because he suddenly entered your roughly with no warning.

“Fuucckk...” he cursed out after feeling your walls widen in desperation, attempting to accommodate just the head of his cock.

Arching your body in retaliation at the sudden intrusion and stretching of your unused entrance by his pulsating cock. Your eyes watered in pain. Letting out a series of broken cry only fueled his sadistic side.

Dabi on his sadistic streak, had tried moving his hips in and out of you, finding it a bit difficult

“Ah-..” you let out after his first thrust

“Ah-..” you moaned out again in pain

Your uncomfortable tightness at his member be damned. Seeing your broken face like these really takes the icing on a cake.

“Bi-ig...please too Big!” you plead out in a broken sentence timing with his hip thrusts.

Letting out a sadistic grinned so wide he swore one of his stapled lips were bleeding.

“Aww too much for you?” he mocked you, finding it a lot more amusing when you responded by nodding your head quickly back to him.

“Too bad that was only the half...”

‘HALF!-’ you looked back down in alarm and low and behold you saw half of his cock eagerly trying to get inside of you.

One hand holding on the headboard behind you while the other hand holding tightly on your thigh Dabi tried inserting the rest of himself inside by slowly thrusting inside of you starting a steady rhythm.

“Ahh...” Dabi let out a sigh of relief while throwing his head back a bit, letting you view his adam’s apple bobbing up and down while gulping for air.

Several minutes of moving inside you he finally felt something tap the head of his cock before looking down at you. Beads of sweat covering your body, hands tightly grasping the bed sheet.

“Ha, ha...atta girl” Dabi praised you patting you lightly on your cheek for taking him in oh so dearly.

“Mmm...” you moaned out grasping his wrist patting you, body still adjusting for taking him too soon.

Lowering his head Dabi caught your lips between his, before starting deep and long thrust letting you adjust to his size out of the goodness of his heart.

Bullshi-

Chuckling deeply beside your ear, finding it amusing whenever you tried catching your breath with every thrust of his hips, successfully knocking at the entrance of your cervix.

A mixture of pain and pleasure was what you felt. The burning sensation of being stretched beyond of what you were used to, while feeling pleasure whenever his pubic bone successfully knocking and grinding at your clit.

He continued his slow deep thrust just until he heard you let out a poorly disguised moan.

“???”

Abruptly stopping he straightened his back, slicking his hair back, looking back down at your adorably confused face, lifting both of your legs unto his shoulders.

Up until then he made sure you were taken care off, to an extent, so now you ought to hold the end of your bargain.

Dabi had the audacity to smile down at you before starting a brutal pace. One that had you arching your back off the bed, toes curling, while clutching at anywhere you could.

“Aha, Ah!” you let out a series of broken moan timing his harsh thrust.

“Mmhmm. just. like. that. cockwhore.” Dabi mocked you, words being punctuated by the thrust of his hips, lovingly staring at your fucked out face. Saliva dripping out at the corner of your mouth, eyes unfocused, and eyebrows knitted together from pain or pleasure he doesn’t care.

Licking his lips Dabi couldn’t stop staring at how your breasts bounce in time with his thrust and then lowering his gaze some more where his hips connects to yours. Watching in fascination where an obvious bulge shows itself every time he hits that one spot.

Sliding one his hand to cope the bulge you were sporting he groaned at the added pressure he felt.

“Look at you taking it like a good little cocksleeve you are”

‘Lo and behold amidst the feeling of embarrassment, you felt something inside of you tighten before cumming suddenly with his dick still inside of you.

Overwhelmed by the feeling you instinctively curled yourself drawing Dabi closer with you

A bit put off by the sudden tightness, Dabi stopped for a short second before removing your legs off his shoulders.

You were almost grateful for this if not for the fact that (1) he still hadn’t cum (2) the still pulsing dick inside of you and (3) he had intimately caged you inside his arms, successfully making his hips closer to yours.

”It’s rude to cum with no warning, you almost me made cum on the spot too bitch” his hands grasped your neck threateningly, before he restarted pistoning again inside of you trying to catch the same high he had before you rudely interrupted by cumming, making it almost impossible to thrust inside of you without the feeling of discomfort.

Whimpering pathetically at the overstimulation, while trying to keep your sanity by flailing your hands everywhere finding purchase before grasping the pillow beside your head, you tried hugging it close to your body.

“Ple-pwease break...just give me a break....it hurts Dwabi” your tongue lolled itself out. Mind hazed with pure bliss, pain bordering.

“Aww Dwabi? Really? That the best you got?” he scorned at you slamming his hips harder against you letting your body slid against the bed sheets before letting out a moan when he felt warm liquid squirting wetting his thighs and lower abdomen.

“Damn you really squirted?” he panted above you.

“Noo nooo more...pwe-pweaseee...” your eyes rolled back at your head, body rubbing against Dabi’s body.

You felt him pulled you closer, biting your shoulders hiding his moan, before stilling his hips. You felt hot liquid spurting inside of you before spilling below you, pooling at the mixed cum of his and yours, escaping his dick still plugged inside of you.

He groaned a bit grinding his hips lazily against you, he felt your thighs twitch, kissing your shoulders lovingly. He rested his head at your breast looking upwards at your face finding that you already lost consciousness.

Removing one of his ring finger to put at your thumb. He grinned in triumphant.

Congrats you earned yourself a title from being known as “Queen of prudishness” to “Dabi’s Bitch”

AN: Please I cannot this took literal days to write. It was supposed to be all the three of them but it just went out of control.😭 😭

#bnha imagines #mha imagines #dabi x reader #dabi thirst #dabi headcanons #bnha reader insert #mha reader insert #unholytrinitytrio #beaniewritesdabi

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feralthoughtdump · 4 years ago

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Love Me Harder

CW: swearing, smut, reader calls Bucky “Sergeant”, spitting, choking, restraints (with a necktie), spanking, dom!Bucky

Word Count: 2.3k

“Oh you’re really testing me, aren’t you?”

She giggles at Bucky’s words. Her plan was working, and it was working well.

From giving him a quick peek at her lacy black panties while getting ready, to the teasing touches, to her giving the bartender one too many flirty looks, it was all to rile him up. Get him angry, and hopefully end their dry spell.

Well, calling it a dry spell was a bit dramatic. It was just a little over a week without Bucky fucking her. Nevertheless, she was still irritated.

It wasn’t necessarily Bucky’s fault, nor is it hers. They’ve been busy. With him going on back-to-back missions, and her having a jam-packed schedule, neither of them had the time.

But right when they found some time to take a break, Sharon threw a party and insisted that they’d come.

The final straw was when she had taken her panties off in the bathroom and sneakily tucked them into the pocket of Bucky’s jacket. When his fingers grazed over the lace, he saw red. If they weren’t surrounded by others, he would’ve bent her over the bar and fucked her until she forgot her name.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sergeant.” She purrs into his ear and leaves the table, heading off to talk to Sharon.

It wasn’t until a few hours later when the crowd had dissipated and his watch read 1:03 am when the two of them decided to leave.

She was disappointed when he said nothing, or more so, when he did nothing, as they got into the car, ready to head back to their shared Brooklyn apartment.

She took off her makeup and showered with dissatisfaction on the tip of her tongue. Her plan was working, but it failed miserably.

It didn’t help that his hair had begun to get long again. It hung in his face and was always so soft between her fingers.

She loved to grab onto it when his head was between her thighs and the thought of it made her hornier than ever.

Sure, she could just touch herself and relieve the frustration between her legs, but it wasn’t the same. Plus, if Bucky found out, she would be due for the worst spanking of her life.

She walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of his boxers and a thin cami, ready to sleep away the ache between her thighs.

As she crouched down to pet Tux, the little black and white cat they adopted a few months ago, Bucky’s boots crept into her vision, illuminated from the bedside light.

“Look at me, doll.”

His tone was authoritative and demanding so she knew better than to disobey. She looked up into his blue eyes, pleasantly surprised by the anger and lust that glazed over them.

She slowly starts to get up, Tux scampering out of the bedroom door, but Bucky places a hand on her shoulder, pushing her back onto her knees.

He’s still dressed in the party attire, only he’s shed the jacket. Her mouth waters at the sight of his button-up shirt, now untucked from his black jeans with his tie hanging loosely from the collar.

She slowly reached up to unbutton his jeans but he catches her wrist.

“No. Not after the shit you pulled earlier tonight.” He taps his metal fingers on her lower lip. “Open up.”

She parts her lips and lets him slide the metal onto her tongue. They never break eye contact as she sucks, swirling her tongue around the digits.

He lets his other hand caress her face, gently stroking her cheek.

“Good girl.” He murmurs.

She closes her eyes and whines around his fingers.

“You’re such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He cocks his head. “Already so desperate just from sucking my fingers.”

She nods, giving his big doe eyes.

He pulls her fingers from her mouth and hooks his thumb over her teeth.

“Answer me!” He commands.

“Yes!” She struggles to speak with her open mouth.

He bends down and stares daggers into her.

Without speaking, he spits, letting it land on her tongue.

“Don’t you dare swallow until I tell you.”

She nods her head.

He observes her with an amused smirk, watching her eyes water and her jaw tremble. After about a minute, he unhooks his thumb from her jaw. Gently, he taps his fingers against her chin, signaling her to close her mouth.

“Swallow.”

He says nothing as she obediently swallows, then latching his lips onto hers. It’s rough, slopping kissing with teeth knocking into each other and gentle bites at her lips.

When he pulls away from her, she pouts with spit-slicken, swollen lips, the only thing on her mind being Bucky and his cock.

The hardwood floor digs into her knees and she shifts, trying to relieve the pain.

“Do your knees hurt?” He asks, voice low and gentle.

She nods her head.

“Yes Sergeant.”

“I guess I should do something about that.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, you really should.”

She’s taken by surprise at the feeling of his hand grabbing her neck, the metal squeezing at the sides.

“You really need to fix that attitude of yours.” He growls, pulling her up to stand on wobbly feet. “You think that you can flirt with the bartender like a little slut? You think that you can tease me all night in front of Sharon and all her friends?”

“If it’s enough to make you fuck me,” She retorts with a gasp “then yeah. Yeah, I do.”

She realizes that she should’ve just kept her mouth shut when he slams her down onto the bed, her feet bouncing on the mattress.

His grip on her neck tightens and her eyes roll into the back of her head. A whine escapes her lips when he takes his hand away.

“Hands above your head.” He orders. When she doesn’t comply, he lands a hard slap on her thigh, making her cry out. “Now!”

She hurriedly obeys and watches with excited eyes as he loops his tie around her wrists, binding them together with a tight knot.

Her mouth stretches into a smile when Bucky shrugs off his dress shirt. She drools at the sight of his form, especially at the way his biceps flex when he pulls his undershirt over his head.

“Like what you see, doll?”

She bites her lip and nods.

“Such a shame I’m not letting you touch me. You’ve done plenty of that tonight.”

Her heart drops and a whimper slips past her lips.

All she wanted to do was get her hands on him but Bucky is denying her of that. It wasn’t fair.

Well, in retrospect, she probably deserves it.

So she sighs and pouts, hoping that her wide-eyed gaze would be enough to convince him to be nicer to her.

“I’m sorry.” She apologizes. “I just- I just wanted you to fuck me.”

Bucky wraps his hands around her ankles and pulls her down the bed.

“Oh, doll, is that all you wanted?” He gently caresses her calf. “You just wanted me to fuck you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes…?”

“Yes Sergeant.” She whines, all gaspy and desperate. “Can you please fuck me?”

He lowers himself onto the bed, letting her legs draw over his shoulders.

“You’ve got such good manners, doll.” He plants a wet kiss to the inside of her thigh.

“Asking so nicely too.” He tugs her (well, his) boxers down her legs and throws them onto the floor. “But I’m not fucking you yet.”

She’s reduced to a panting mess when he eases a finger inside of her.

Her eyes squeeze shut as she takes a deep breath, careful not to whine too loudly. It was far too late at night and she wouldn’t want to wake the neighbors.

Bucky’s done so little to her yet the way he dominates her, the way he’s able to take control over her, it leaves her dizzy.

“Come on, pretty girl.” He murmurs against her thighs. “Let me hear those pretty sounds.”

She shakes her head.

“The neighbors.” she whispers “I don’t want to wake them up.”

He shoves another finger inside of her, making her yelp at the stretch.

“I don’t care if they hear you. In fact,” he curls his fingers up, hitting that spot inside of her. “I want them to hear you. Let them know you’re mine.”

She bites her lip, still reluctant, and Bucky rolls his eyes.

He pistons his fingers in and out of her and swirls his tongue around her clit.

Her resolve is slowly starting to chip away as she lets out a breathy moan.

“Bucky!”

He responds with a hum, the vibrations making her clench down on his metal fingers.

She’s close. Very, very close.

Her chest rises and falls as she struggles to control her volume, biting down on her lip so hard, it’s close to bleeding.

“I’m-” tears pool in her eyes. “I’m gonna-”

He swiftly pulls away from her, slipping his fingers out of her.

“No, you aren’t.”

She tries to sit up, but finds it difficult, given her restrained hands. She collapses back onto the bed with a frustrated groan.

“Please!”

He takes hold of her face, squishing her cheeks together.

“I decide when you get to cum. Now, if you don’t stop being a whiny brat, I won’t let you cum at all. Do you understand?”

She nods her head, tears spilling over her lashline.

“Words, angel, use your words.” He chastises.

“Yes- Yes Sergeant.” She quavers. “Yes, I understand.”

His hold on her chin is released and she inhales a shaky breath. When she thinks he isn’t looking, too occupied with stripping off his jeans, she discreetly tries to rub her thighs together.

She isn’t so lucky.

As a quiet gasp leaves her lips, his belt cracks down on her thigh. Her once quiet gasp turns into a loud yelp.

“What did I just say?”

“I’m sorry!” She wails. “I just wanted to cum!”

He flips her over onto her stomach and smacks her ass with the belt, leaving a bright red stripe on her flesh.

She bites down onto the pillow and lets out a cry, the ache in her tummy growing stronger.

“No, I don’t think you do.” The leather cracks onto her skin again and she pulls at her bindings. “Because if you wanted to cum, you wouldn’t be so disobedient.”

She buries her face in the pillow, muffling her sobs as he continues his assault on her ass, occasionally switching out the leather belt for his metal hand, worsening the sting.

“I knew you’d like this.” She hears him murmur, swiping a finger through her dripping cunt. “My dirty little thing.”

He chuckles at her little yelp when he pinches the burning skin.

“You’re awfully cute, sweet angel.” He coos. “So cute, in fact, I think I’m gonna give you what you want.”

He pulls her hips up, her upper half sliding down the mattress.

“Are you going to fuck me?” She asks sweetly, turning her head to look at him.

“Oh, angel,” He gently pushes her sweaty hair out of her face. “Of course. I think I’ve punished you enough.”

She winces and pulls at her restraints as he slowly pushes his cock inside. She’s taken him before, but she never really got used to the stretch.

When he’s fully situated inside of her, he places a strong hand on her back, keeping her still on the mattress.

“Remember what I said, doll?” He asks.

“You decide when I cum.” She answers.

He pulls out halfway and slams himself back inside of her, making her wail.

“Good girl.”

The way he’s got her positioned allows him to go deeper, each thrust hitting that spot inside of her that would send her toppling over the edge in a few minutes. Normally, this would be a good thing, but now? When she’s so close? Not really.

She’s no longer holding back on her volume. Her pleading sobs and desperate whines ricochet throughout the room, for sure, waking up the neighbors.

As she tightens around his cock, she looks out the window, trying to distract herself with the view of the city skyline.

Her little distraction fails to do anything when he snaps his forward, driving his cock deep into her.

“Fuck!” She curses through gritted teeth. “I’m close. I’m really close.”

“Hold it.” He huffs.

“I can’t!” She protests.

Bucky removes his hand from her back and places it on her tied wrists.

“Yes, you can. Do you know why?”

She shakes her head, tears streaming down her face.

“Because I said so.”

Her mouth hangs open, moaning his name and desperate pleas.

She’s clenching tightly around him, making him curse.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, angel.” He hangs his head, his hair ticking at her skin. “Gonna make me cum.”

He lowers his head to her face.

“You wanna cum? You wanna cum with me?”

She gives him an enthusiastic nod, a quiet ‘yes, please’ spilling from her lips.

“Are you going to be good?”

“Yes, Sergeant.”

“Gonna misbehave and act out again?”

“No, Sergeant.”

He grins at her.

“Good. Good girl. Come on, cum for me.”

The pressure inside of her snaps and she cums with a loud cry, pleasure wracking through her body.

She feels him release inside of her and she blissfully hums, a fucked out smile forming on her lips.

“Fuck.” He quietly mutters, carefully undoing the tie on her wrist.

When her hands are free, he lies down next to her and pulls her close.

She quietly rests her head on the juncture of his neck and shoulder, nosing at his throat.

“Thanks.” She giggles, her head all dizzy.

“For what, doll?”

“For the sex. I really needed it.”

He brings her wrists up to his lips, gently kissing along the red marks.

“I think we both needed it.”

He turns off the bedside lamp and places a kiss on the top of her head.

“Come on, doll. Get some sleep. It’s late.”

Before they drift off to sleep, she quietly speaks up.

“I love you, Bucky.”

He gives her a kiss on the tip of her nose.

“I love you too.”

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky fanfic #tfatws

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shorkbrian · 4 years ago

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Father Figure - Disappointed

Prelude - I get so many asks about the same thing and so I put them at the bottom lol otherwise this would be so long. Also I combined them, RIP sorry pals I suck. Anyways, remember guys, bad people exist. If someone is hurting you or you suspect someone you know is being hurt, please talk to someone, please don’t let yourself settle into “This is normal, this is fine”. It’s not normal, and it’s not fine. The national sexual assault hotline in America is 1-800-656-4673 and it’s from a organization called RAINN.

https://www.rainn.org

They have a chat service too, if you prefer texting over calling.

Please stay safe y’all

Pairing - Stepdad! Aizawa X Reader

Warnings - Pseudo incest, manipulation, power dynamics, NSFW, noncon, dubcon, mentions of unsafe sex, slight degradation. Belittling, controlling Aizawa.

Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/5nHTLEJ10zaqdnKqLriah4?si=Bs0su-fBRxWoE3jefCdPIA

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Why? Why, huh? Do I not provide you with very little thing you need, anything you could ever want?”

You dip your head in shame, sock-clad feet rubbing against each other nervously. “I just wanted to-“

“To disappoint me, yes, you’ve done that very well.” Aizawa’s tone is harsh, incensed. “I catch you trying to sneak out again, and all you can do is offer excuses.”

Biting your lip, you spread your hands quickly, trying to appease him. “I was just going to get you a present! For-for your birthday!”

A weak excuse, one that neither of you bought. Aizawa stood up from the couch, shaking his head.

“My birthday isn’t for another couple of weeks and you know it. Plus, we both know that you’ll be the only present I unwrap on my birthday.”

The sordid promise made your heart drop, tensing up as your stepdad came closer and closer, until he stood in front of you. Tall, imposing, irritated.

“I’m sorry….” You manage, staring down at your feet. It’s too intimidating to try and meet his gaze, those light grey eyes that fill you with fear and guilt.

“I’m sure you are. How are you going to make it up to me?” And there it was, the always-dreaded initiation. You often wondered how Aizawa would be like with a woman his age, someone willing and eager to please him. Would he force them like this?

A minute stretched by while your mind worked, trying desperately to think of some other way to soothe his ire. Every time you undressed for him, every time he touched your body, every time you were forced to touch him made you feel dirty, tainted, disgusting.

Damaged goods.

“I can choose-“

“No!” You cried, head snapping up, fingers flying to his shirt to fist in the soft fabric before you remembered yourself. “I mean, no Dad, I’ll make it up to you.”

The words felt vile in your mouth, like poison. But of your two options, having the slightest bit of control over the situation was preferable. Whenever your stepdad chose some way for you to show that you were sorry, it hurt. He’d introduced you to anal, forcing you to take his thick fingers deep, stretching you out with various plugs and toys, drizzling more and more lube into your hole until you were loose enough to take him.

This way, you could avoid his painful favorite.

Taking a deep breath, you steered him back to the couch, and the man sat, looking up at you expectantly.

You dropped to your knees, spreading his thighs with your hands, the limbs giving way easily. The waistband of his sweats was pulled down easily, your fingers hooking into his briefs to pull them down as well.

He was already hard.

“C’mon, don’t make me wait.” Your stepdad urged, one hand coming to lace through your hair, loosely gripping the aback of your head. You suppose it could be taken as a reassuring gesture, but you knew what it really was; a threat.

You kept your face neutral as you kissed the mushroom tip, a bead of precum wetting your lips. You’d earned quickly that making any sort of face at the sight, smell, or feel of Aizawa’s dick would be met with swift punishment. He’d shove his cock down your throat and keep it there until your legs went numb, until tears pricked at your eyes.

And you’d still have to suck him off afterwards.

So you kept your face relaxed, slowly licking along the length, fondling his balls, kissing the base of his cock noisily.

A long lick from the base to the tip before you took him in your mouth, tucking your teeth behind your lips. Your tongue took over now, swirling around the head, laving broad strips against the very tip, swiping the precum away on each lick.

Raising your eyes to gauge his reaction was a mistake, Aizawa staring down at you with a hooded gaze, relaxing back into the couch.

“Make it up to me.”

You sucked, hard, swallowing around his dick as you eased it towards the back of your throat. You had to build up to deepthroating, still had trouble with it and your gag reflex, but your stepdad was a diligent teacher.

He was holding himself back, thighs flexing aside your head as he stopped himself from thrusting up into your mouth, from hunching over and using you like a toy, making you gag and sob and drool around his length. Aizawa wanted you to do all the work, wanted you to show him how sorry you really were by making him cum.

Moving your head faster, you bobbed on his length, cringing internally as drool slipped down your chin, towards your chest. You hated when it got messy.

Aizawa placed his other hand against your cheek, stroking the side of your face, but you could tell that he was really feeling for the outline of his cock in your mouth, thick, stocky fingers pressing insistently.

You made a little noise of protest, quickly trying to morph it into a moan, pulling off of him to catch your breath. Your hands twisted around his length, stimulating him in place of your mouth while you breathed, sloppy, slick sounds being heard each time your fist met his pelvis.

“Do it like I taught you.” Were his next instructions, Aizawa obviously getting bored by your hand job. You wanted to kick, and scream, and cry, maybe bite his dick off.

But he’d trained you well.

So you took a deep breath before plunging back down again, moving your head enthusiastically as you throat-fucked yourself, willing your gag reflex to stay calm.

It was only when you felt his dick slip into your throat did your stepdad start to make noise, groaning a little bit as he fisted his hand further into your hair. He was subtly guiding you with the hand, forward and back, forward and back, but letting you move about freely.

After all, you were supposed to be apologizing.

“That’s it, just like that.”

His orgasm built up slowly, cock twitching inside your mouth as you worked him higher and higher, hands playing with the length of his cock that you couldn’t fit into your mouth. You had to pull off once more to breath, chest heaving, desperately trying to jerk him to completion while his length wasn’t lodged in your mouth.

No such luck.

He came in your mouth, hips bucking a little as he released his milky seed. You squeezed your eyes shut, clenching your fists as you willed yourself not to recoil, not to get sick, not to make a face or do anything else to earn Aizawa’s anger.

You swallowed it down without a fuss, hating yourself for every second you spent being compliant.

But what else could you do?

Cock softening against his thigh, you tucked him back into his sweatpants, leaning your face against his leg to rest for a second.

Your stomach felt warm, full. It made you so sick.

“That was good, you’re learning.” Even his praise was clinical, almost detached. You hated him.

“I’m still upset with you though.”

The admission made you lift your head, turning to your stepfather with a quizzical expression, hurt, feeling betrayed.

“But dad, I just-I got you off? Isn’t that enough?” You wanted to add a “please”, beg for him to say yes, that all is forgiven, that he wasn’t mad anymore, that he wasn’t going to hurt you, or make you do anything else.

Aizawa tutted. “It’s enough when I say it is, and you messed up big time. You think a measly little blowjob makes up for all the shit you’ve tried to pull today? I don’t think so.”

“But, wasn’t it-didn’t I do good? I thought-“

“It was nice, you’re getting the hang of how to move your tongue. But I think there should be a little more effort put into your apology.”

You wanted to cry. This wasn’t fair, you had done enough already, wasn’t he satisfied? Why was he like this, so creepy and gross? Why couldn’t you have had a normal stepfather, who treated you like a normal person, who didn’t rip away your autonomy and freedom.

Aizawa could tell you weren’t fond of having to continue, but he wasn’t fond of your behavior.

A sudden jerk from the hand in your hair had you gasping in pain, Aizawa leaning over as he pulled you towards him. Your hands grabbed for his wrists, but he was already talking, anger swimming in those grey eyes of his.

“I’m being lenient with you. Do you understand how awful you’ve been these past few weeks? You’re pathetic. You think I wouldn’t catch you trying to sneak out the back door? You think I wouldn’t notice the hickies on your neck after you come home from “hanging out” with your girls?”

Your blood ran ice cold, draining out of your face. You thought you had told your (tentative, maybe) boyfriend to not leave any marks, that your dad would notice, that you’d get in trouble. You though you’d gotten away with that little secret, with the fact that you’ve been seeing someone every time you tell your dad you’re just chilling with friends.

Trying to sneak out the back door had been dumb, but you had felt desperate, upset, detested by your life. Hating the daily routine of being assaulted by your stepdad, being forced to be obedient and docile and cater to his lecherous whims.

Spread your legs when he asks, suck him off under the table when he tells you to, keep the bathroom door unlocked when you take a shower, in the off chance that he’d like to join you.

Not being able to tell anyone, caring the burden of shame and regret like heavy weights on your back.

Having to kiss him on the mouth, feel his stubble burning your cheeks, the sensitive skin of your thighs when he felt particularly giving.

His daily “lessons” almost always made you cry, either his harsh words or his insistence that you learn how to please him, it was only your natural role.

A daughter should always do her best to please her daddy.

Even just a night of freedom away from his grasp was welcomed, savored as a treat. You just needed to get away, but even that was asking too much.

“So-“ Aizawa released you, and you immediately rubbed at your stinging scalp. “What do you think I should do?”

“I-I wanna go to bed.” You mumbled, eyes darting wildly around the room, focusing anywhere except the dark-haired man in front of you.

“Oh? I didn’t expect you to be so forward about that.” He taunted, leaning forward onto his knees, lacing his fingers together with a mean smirk.

“No, I want to sleep….. please.” You knew that Aizawa had intentionally misunderstood you, intent on making you plead with him for simple mercies like sleep.

Aizawa sighed, rising to his feet. You scrambled to your feet also, feeling too small and weak kneeling on the floor underneath him like that. Still, he towered over you, running a lazy hand through his dark locks as he regarded you.

“I can’t just let you go unpunished, what kind of father would I be? Letting you lie and sneak around behind my back like this. Your daddy is supposed to care for you. I’d never neglect you.”

You wish he would.

“I learned my lesson dad, I swear. I won’t sneak out, I’ll-I’ll stay home and have my friends over instead of going out! Anything, just-just not……”

Not whatever he had planned for the rest of the night.

Aizawa sighed, rubbing his temples as he circled a hand around your arm, beginning to lead you towards his bedroom down the hall. You wanted to balk, but knew that doing so would only worsen your punishment.

“Thats a start, and we’ll do that moving forward. But you won’t be getting out of a punishment. Offering compromises and begging won’t get you anywhere, even if you do sound sweet.”

Pulling you into his bedroom, your stepdad let go of your arm, closing the door behind you. He moved to turn on a lamp by the bedside, turning off the overhead light so the room was cast in a low, yellow glow.

“Strip, then on the bed.”

You trembled as you slowly shucked off your clothes, Aizawa beginning to do the same, his eyes fixed on you the entire time.

But that was normal.

Aizawa was a fit man, able to manhandle you and pin you down, keep you still with the muscles hiding under his skin. But he was a father, and older, his body taking on the characteristics of someone who enjoyed life.

His thighs were thick, his abdomen sturdy. He wasn’t out of shape by any means, but his muscles were overplayed with a nice layer of fat. He looked like a bear, with the dark hair on his chest, his thick limbs, his solid frame.

But the man wasn’t shy, and by the time you had stripped down to your panties he was completely nude, pink cock soft against his thigh.

“Dad, I really don’t want to do-“

“I don’t care. Get on the bed.”

You bit your lip, staying still. “Please, please, I said I’m sorry-“

Within a second, Aizawa’s hand was around your throat, his eyes blazing as he shoved you against the wall.

“This is what’s going to happen.” His voice was raspy, grinding out past his clenched teeth as he invaded your space. “You’re going to do as I say and get on the bed, or else I’ll use my belt on you until you bleed. Once you’re on the bed, you’re going to lay nice and pretty for daddy while I get everything ready. I got a candle to play with, and a couple of toys, and daddy wants to see how well they makes you moan for me.”

You were shivering, fingers scrabbling at the hand squeezing your airway, still allowing you to breath, but just barely.

“You’re gonna get all fucked out and stupid, ’n then I’m gonna bounce you on my cock until I’m satisfied, got it?” The man continued, his nose almost touching yours “Then you’re gonna wear a plug all night, and all tomorrow morning. I get to have you whenever I want, and you won’t complain or else I’ll cum inside, alright?”

Nodding your head, you felt tears rising. You had to do what Aizawa said though, you couldn’t take the risk of having the man cum inside.

“I’ll decide a better way to continue your punishment tomorrow, when I’m not as upset with you. Maybe by then you’ll figure out how to listen to daddy.”

When the man released your throat, you gasped, coughing a bit as you sucked in oxygen. Aizawa was already pushing you towards the bed, eyes trained on your figure.

The new knowledge that this wouldn’t even be the brunt of your punishment was devastating, and you felt your chest tighten up as you struggled not to cry. Crying would only get him to mock you.

All you could do was comply.

“I need you to remember-“ Your step dad catches you by the wrist, tilts your chin with a finger so he can stare into your eyes. “You’re mine.”

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#tw.pseudo #tw.dubcon #tw.noncon.#aizawa #aizawa sensei #bnha aizawa #shouta aizawa #aizawa shouta #aizawa smut #shoto aizawa #aizawa x you #yandere #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere aizawa shouta #yandere aizawa #yandere smut #yanzawa #I like that

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didsomeonesaydaddydraco · 4 years ago

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Baby you | Tom Felton x Reader

Pairing: Tom Felton x Reader

Words: 1,637

Warning: none. just fluff

Author’s note: Sorry for the long wait, I was on a hiatus. I had to figure out a few things in my life and focus on my mental health.

Hospitals have always been one of my least favorite places on the planet. When a family member or acquaintance had a kid, I didn't even want to go there. I felt sick to my stomach from the scent of antiseptics and the notion that someone could be dying in one of the rooms, so I tried to stay away from the building as much as possible. But right now, I'm sitting in the waiting room, staring at half-white, half-sage green walls, trying to take in as little air as possible to avoid the stench of antiseptics and my excessively protective boyfriend freaking out next to me.

"How many times do I have to tell you that you need to be more cautious?" Tom sighs and fidgets with his watch on his wrist, checking the time every second and blaming the ER nurses and physicians for their slow job. "We've been here for more than a half-hour and no one has bothered to inquire as to what we're waiting for.”

"Tom, I have a sprained ankle, but I'm not going to die. Calm down, just because you're impatient doesn't mean they can work faster," I say as I roll my eyes and gaze around the waiting area, attempting to figure out why people are there. He groans and gets up to find a nurse or a doctor who can finally check on my leg. I take a big breath and rub my temples. Deep down, I'm glad he went to see a doctor because my ankle has swollen and become more painful than it was when we arrived. I would never have given him the satisfaction of being correct about me pushing my limits too hard and refusing to accept when my body attempts to tell me to stop or not do anything, putting me in situations like the one I'm in now. When I tried the online yoga session, it was meant to be a simple assignment, and I carefully followed every instruction, but my body was still fatigued and stiff from the hiking the day before. And, of course, my obstinate arse refused to listen to Tom when he advised me to take a break and try the class again a few days later.

He sits down next to me and takes my hand in his, massaging the back of it with his thumb. "Alright, a nurse will be with us shortly," he says. Without saying anything, I kiss his shoulder and express my gratitude for his kindness and affection. "You don't have to hide it; I can tell how much pain you're in right now just by looking at the size and colour of your ankle, dear."

I roll my eyes and lie my head on his shoulders, smelling his wonderful aroma and listening to his slow breathing. I attempt to ignore the puzzled looks of onlookers and patients who recognise him and are undoubtedly trying to figure out why he's there and with whom. We never told the gossip-hungry social media users and the deceitful newspapers about our relationship. Only those who were close to us knew about us, and we want it that way.

"Miss Y/L/N, please come with me," a middle-aged nurse says, smiling gently and directing us to the examination room, where a doctor is already waiting for us. Tom assists me in standing and sitting up in bed, and then graciously moves away to give the nurse and doctor more room.

"What appears to be a problem, Miss Y/L/N?" He gets up from his desk and walks over to me, where he sits on a little stool and gently touches my ankle, causing me to groan in pain.

"She felt it would be a good idea to try an online yoga class with no prior experience in either an online class or yoga," Tom says, looking at me and then at the doctor.

"On my own, I can tell him what's wrong." I give my lover a mischievous scowl before returning my gaze to the doctor, who is attempting to examine my ankle without further injuring it. "But in a nutshell, that's what happened, huh”

"All right, let me see that ankle," he jokes, and a two-hour treatment begins, including a trip to another hospital level to have it x-rayed.

——-

"Careful" Tom assists me out of the car and supports me by placing my arm around his shoulder as we walk to the house. "You know what the nice thing in this?" I asked, holding a gorgeous pink plaster on my ankle up to the middle of my shin and a small bottle of pills in case "You know what the good thing in this?”

"No, but knowing you, you'll tell me in less than a minute," I say softly as I take a seat on the living room couch, my leg propped up next to me to relax.

"I can baby you, and you won't be able to stop me," he grins as he walks to the backyard to allow Willow in and feed her. She dashes inside, but Tom stops her and kneels to cup her cheek. "Willow, listen to me, mommy's ankle is injured, so you must be gentle around her," he says. "Please don't jump on mama or lay on her legs." He kisses Willow on the head and walks away. I chuckle from the living room, knowing well well that no one can stop Willow from sleeping on my leg.

———

"Tom?" you might ask. An hour later, I dial his number. After the painkiller knocked me out, I got a great nap, and when I awoke, Willow was sleeping on top of me, breathing noisily in my neck. I hear loud and rapid footsteps, so I suppose my partner is running down from our room or his study to the living area.

"Are you all right? Is there anything else you require? Do you have any discomfort?" I giggle quietly as he looks at me with a worried expression on his face.

"I'm alright, but could you just get me a bottle of water?" I give him a friendly grin and gently massage the area behind Willow's ear. I smile at her as she groans a bit in her sleep.

Tom goes in and brings me my water before sitting down next to me and wrapping his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to his body, and kissing my cheek softly.

"How are you doing?" he inquires.

"Much better," I say softly as I put my head on his shoulder, my eyes resting a bit. "Now that you're with me, sweetheart," I say softly as I kiss his lips and lean my head on his shoulder, resting my eyes a little.

"I've been thinking about us," she says. "We've been dating for a while, and if I'm being honest, you're the only person in my life who gives meaning to everything," Tom says, taking a deep breath. "Y/N, you're the light in my days, and I'm tired of always having to go over to your place, or waiting for you until you're off work and can come over.”

I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to figure out if the butterflies and peculiar feeling in my stomach are due to the love and happiness this man has given me for almost two years, or to my concern about his intentions about this brief speech. I raise my eyes to him and admire his features.

"Y/N, would you like to move in with me and Willow?" he asks, sighing and looking down at me with genuine love in his ocean blue eyes. I give him a big smile and kiss his jaw. When my buddy put me up on a blind date with him two years ago, I was convinced he'd find someone else shortly. But no, this man has always been at my side, giving me his undivided attention, sharing his dreams and anxieties with me, and becoming not only my lover, but also my best friend. I knew I didn't want to be with anybody else the moment he revealed me his soul.

"I'd love to, babe," I say as I stroke his thigh and advance a little to lightly kiss his lips. He pulls me closer to him and places his palm on my cheek, stroking my skin with his thumb as he smiles against my lips and intensifies our kiss. I make a slight movement, and he instantly pulls away from me, frowning at my leg.

"No, no, no sexy time till your leg is better," he says, shaking his head and kissing the bridge of my nose. "Do you need extra pillow under your leg?" he asks. Or do you want me to take Willow off your lap?"

"No, I want you to kiss me again," I say as I grip his chin and turn his face back to me.

"Okay, so, I brought additional pillows to our bed, so you may put your leg on them at night," he pecks my lips a few times before pulling away, prompting me to grunt in irritation. “My mom will be here shortly with soup and cookies, as she is concerned about your health. In addition, I composed a song about our hospital visit and-“

"Tom, I love you, but you talk too much sometimes" I chuckle and look at him. "You know, you could use your lips for something other than talking" Tom grins and leans in closer to my lips. "Oh, really?" he asks, softly touching his lips to mine. "I can think of a few things you don't need your leg for" he kisses the corner of my lips and pulls me onto his lap.

#tom felton #tom felton imagines #tom felton request #tom x reader #tom Felton x reader #Harry Potter cast #Draco malfoy #Draco Malfoy imagine

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devildomdoofus · 4 years ago

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Lemon Dreams: Part 1

[NSFW]

Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan

a bit of spicey lil dreams the brothers have of MC. If requested, I’ll add the undateables (minus Luke) into a Part 3.

Gender-Neutral as always.

MINORS:

DO NOT INTERACT

DO NOT PROCEED

Be smart, have common sense.

I’m not responsible for your irresponsibility.

You see the warnings. I put them out plainly. Adhere.

‼️WARNINGS‼️

NSFW, mature theme, mature content, implied intercourse, nudity, swearing, light bondage, BDSM, tidbit of pet play, wet dreams,

IF I MISSED ANY, PLEASE INFORM ME

Author’s Note (Sorry, I’ll try to be brief):

Trying my hand at some “light” N S F W content to see how I do and see how it goes.

Thank you all, once again, for the love and support and positive responses!! You’re enjoyment is the reason I keep doing what I love to do✨ Please: stay healthy, stay safe, stay you, and stay ruling them all, MCs 💕

- DevildomDoofus

💙Lucifer:

Regrettably, it has been nearly a millennia since he’s had any amount of a decent shuteye due to his brothers’ antics, his oversight of R.A.D., and obligations to Diavolo so you can only imagine the amount of fatigue that he felt in his mind, body, and soul. But because of his image and his own personal desire to be nothing short of perfect, he couldn’t simply rest whenever or wherever he pleased. It was outlandish to even consider the idea. Unfortunately, the side effects of denying himself any form of rest were starting to show. It was causing him to make mistakes he wouldn’t normally make and Diavolo had to personally intervene, using his authority on behalf of his dear friend’s health or lack thereof and demanded that he take a day off. He was the only one in all of the realms that could try and convince this workaholic to put on the breaks. You, yourself, have tried before but Lucifer was as stubborn as the days of summer were long and you felt like you were talking to a brick wall. But because Lucifer could not deny his prince’s demands, he reluctantly obliged... but not without absolute confirmation that nothing would go wrong while he was absent and as soon as he felt rested enough, he would return immediately.

Locking himself away in his room while putting a soundproof spell on the outside of it, he finally sits down at his desk and leans back in his chair as he sluggishly closes his eyes. The silence was both mildly relaxing and extremely uncomfortable as it was so rare for the world around him to be so... quiet. so undisturbed. So peaceful.

It was a bit unnerving.

He sighs deeply. This whole resting thing was going to be a lot more difficult than he originally thought. He stands up to go grab a vinyl record, places it on the antique gramophone and turns the device on. The orchestra makes their way through the metal funnel and the melody of the instruments echo beautifully throughout his room. “Much better,” he hums to himself. He tosses his coat aside, unbuttons his vest and drops it to the floor, removes his button-up shirt, kicks off his shoes, and does away with his belt while his pants follow suit. He dons his nighttime robe and finally slides into his bed. As soon as he hits the mattress, his eyes shut and his mind turns off, allowing him to drift swiftly into a deep slumber.

The dream started out like any other dream he’s had in his life; it’s mundane and not much is going on. It’s practically the same as ‘bringing work home with him’ but in his dreams. He’s at his desk, crossing his t’s, dotting his i’s, finalizing some paperwork, and the like, while the stress from his waking hours begins to find its way back to him like a boomerang.

Then, as if by magic, all of his stress melted away as soon as he heard a knock on his door along with your voice calling for him softly on the other side. He smirks. “You may enter.” He kept his head low as you stepped in due to the fact that he was finishing signing a particular paper. “Just a moment,” he instructs, as the last cursive letter finds its place on the paper. He begins to lift his eyes to meet yours. “Now, what can I do for yo-...” He freezes.

There you were, standing before him, in nothing but one of his ties hanging loosely around your neck. His jaw clenches and his fist tighten into a ball so firmly that his knuckles turn white under his gloves.

‘Like a lamb to it’s slaughter,’ he quotes, internally.

Needless to say, the dream takes a more DRASTIC turn and he’s got you bent over the desk, hands tied up with his tie that you so graciously considered to bring with you, and his name pouring out of your lips like a faucet. He’s taking you all for himself, piece by divine piece, with every snap of his hips, bite of your skin, and claw of your flesh. What a sight you were beneath him.

The moment he wakes, his body is covered in a ‘morning’s dew’ of sweat and the sheets of his bed have become painfully heavy on his lower half. His heart is still thumping wildly in his chest and his eyes are darting everywhere in his room, ensuring that he’s alone and no one can see him in such a disheveled state. He uses part of his robe to dab away the sweat from his brow and then rubs his eyes as he collects himself.

Spends the next many few hours calming himself down and hoping that he is blessed by some unholy miracle where NOBODY walks in...

especially you...

with nothing but his tie hanging loosely around your neck and-...

Ah shit.

The following morning at breakfast, he is eyeing you rather heavily from across the table and his brothers take notice but never dare to say a word. They just assume that you’ve done something to piss him off again and want no part of it.

They are not entirely wrong, though. You had unknowingly irked him quite a bit.

You entered his dreams without permission, made such a delectable spectacle of yourself in front of him, and caused him to feel things that no other demon, angel, human, nor any other soul for that matter, has been able to make him feel. And now he has to deal with these explicit thoughts and feelings, especially when you’re around or in his vicinity, along with many other things that demand his attention and it’s all just so irritating. Delightfully irritating. The kind of irritating he secretly enjoys.

The next few days, you never really get the sense that anything is off with Lucifer for how well he carries himself, no matter his circumstances, and yet... he seems to be less physical with you. Normally, he would give you the occasional hand on the shoulder or upper back when you needed guidance, allow you to lean on his shoulder when your days had been particularly rough and you needed to rest, or pinch your cheek when he teased you but lately... he wouldn’t even keep eye contact with you for very long without turning away and- was that a hint of pink in his cheeks? No, surely you are imagining things. Lucifer, blushing? Has the devildom froze over?

💛Mammon:

This poor, sweet and a little bit sleazy man was just SO exhausted from having to get up early that morning when he’d normally sleep in, to go to a school he doesn’t ever really pay attention to, as well as constantly keep lower demons from getting anywhere near his precious MC, bribe Levi to do his homework in exchange for an exclusive Ruri-Chan figurine (which he went into further debt to obtain), keep his overbearing fanbase from his modeling jobs happy on social media... it all was simply too much for The Great Mammon to be doing when he could alternatively be doing something better. Like being lazy sleeping off this R.A.D lag.

He had skipped his last few remaining classes and told you he was headed to your room to crash before school let out and you two could hang out later. He plopped onto your bed, nuzzled his face into one of your pillows, and fell asleep shortly after to your sweet aroma surrounding him.

His dream began as they typically do, with him gambling his Grimm for higher payouts or watching the Devildom stock market fluctuate in his favor... or more often times than he’ll ever admit, it’s just the two of you spending some quality time together alone for a change.

Only this time, his dream didn’t end up the way it typically did.

In his dream, he was sitting next to you on the sofa with his arm resting behind your head wanting to wrap it around you so fucking badly and watching whatever you had put on when it was interrupted by the winning lottery ticket read out. He leapt from couch with a big yell and the winning ticket in hand, and rushed to hug the tv and to kiss the demon inside of it, thanking him, Lady Luck, and anyone else involved in his incredible fortune today. As he turned around to come squeeze you tight with excitement and have you share in his celebration, his whole body tensed and he stopped in his tracks. He had become a deer in the headlights.

You were now lewdly postured on the couch, bare and exposed, excluding how you were practically dripping in gold jewelry/accessories whilst surrounded by enormous piles of Grimm. With one finger, you beckoned him over.

To say that this is one of his all time favorite fantasies would be THE understatement of the millennia.

He was in front then over you in a matter of milliseconds, his demon form taking over his body and stealing noises from you that the entire House of Lamentation- no- the entire Devildom could hear and FUCK he loved that thought almost as much as he adored you he cared about you; the thought that the entire Devildom could hear that you were his and his alone, that no other soul could make you feel like this.

And just as it was about to get really good, he wakes up.

Red faced, breathing heavily, and a thick coat of sweat all over his body. Not to mention the newfound, painful tightness in his pants.

He’s jerking his head around the room to confirm hoping to deny that is was all simply a dream, and to be certain that you hadn’t come back from school early or something and found him like this.

“Unholy shit.” He wipes the sweat from his face and then takes his phone in his hand to check the time. “UNHOLY SHIT!!” You had texted that you were on your way back home 10 minutes ago! He had to be quick.

He replaced the sweaty sheets and pillow cases with new ones, adjusting them so that it looked as it had before he slept on them, tied his school uniform coat around his waist to disguise the ‘friendly neighborhood bachelor,’ and darted like a bat out of devildom to his room, avoiding major hallways and doors to ensure that no one could stop him or chase him down and see him in his predicament.

You can be sure that for the next few weeks, he’s avoiding you like the plague. He sends texts that he is “paying off a debt and can’t make it,” or “Sorry MC, I’m a little tied up at the moment. This Grimm won’t make itself.” and to you it was a little odd, but nothing he hasn’t exactly done before, so you go about your days as normal. Poor Mammon has once spent an entirety of four months working a few jobs to pay off one big loan.

If only you knew how often he was reliving that dream in his head, over and over and over again. For such a thing to become reality? Well... he feels he’d have better luck winning the lottery. But just as he gambled, he wouldn’t give up so easily.

🧡Leviathan:

It is not uncommon for Leviathan to have certain dreams about certain individuals he enjoys, be it anime characters, video game characters, idols that he fawns over, etc. It’s normal. Quite often, in fact, but he would rather LITERALLY DIE before he ever admits to such a thing, much less have anyone think he has a crush. With his brothers as they are known to be, he’d never live it down. Which is one of the reasons why he keeps himself locked away in his room and goes on binges of whatever it is he’s invested in at the time. He’s left alone to do and be as much of himself as he pleases without judgment. It is one particular episode of an anime he had been bingeing for several hours that has him with his head resting upon his keyboard and ever so slightly snoring away as the characters converse in the background. It wasn’t boring in the least, it’s just that his eyes refused to stay open any longer and his body decided for him that it was about time for a proper nap.

His dream began as normal, with him on a quest to save the renowned, royal heir from the ten-headed beast that guarded the tower in which they were kept. The journey to the tower was extensive and not without its obstacles, the battle was epic, in every sense of the word, and the reward for it’s heads would match the gratification of the victory that ensued it.

Little did he know that in that tower, it wasn’t just any royal heir lying in wait for their prince to come, as they had always been. It was you.

You, in all of your glory, draped across the bed and adorned with the finest of cloths that were barely covering your most intimate of skins.

As he entered your bedroom chambers, expecting to find a fictional character he adored in his waking hours, he stops dead in his tracks and his entire body turns red hot in matter of seconds. You could easily hear the thumping of his heart throwing heavy blows at his ribcage, and, if you looked close enough, you could see the steam trickling out of his ears. You could also hear the clinking of his amor, the metal plates shaking against one another as he trembles before you.

Leviathan.exe has stopped working.

Yes, he’s had plenty of dreams like this before but.. fuck.. they were never of you. Much less like this. Believe him, he’s tried on many occasions to at least see your face or hear your voice, ANYTHING. But inevitably, his anxiety and shyness won in the end and you never came passing through his dreams... until now.

You leant against one arm, your lips curling into a smile, and then beckoned him silently with one crook of a finger.

Anxiety and shyness who?

He quickly does away with the heavy armor, tossing them aside, and crawls across the bed to you, to your face, to those precious lips.

He takes a hold of them in his own and seemingly devours you as he strips you of what little cloth covered you and then pushes you back down against the bed. The dream continues with your bodies intertwining in every way that earned him the lewdest of noises from you.

Until he jerks awake with his face a deep shade of crimson, body covered from head to toe in a mist of sweat, and a heartbeat that could put a drum solo to shame. He quickly scans his surroundings as he’s coming back to reality, making sure he’s the only one within a mile’s radius. If anyone thought he was a hermit now, you can only imagine what it would be like if he was caught looking the way that he did. The anime that he had fallen asleep to was now on a screen that was asking for confirmation if he was still watching. He presses the power button on his computer and wipes away the sweat on his brow before leaning back in his chair, eyes glued to the ceiling as he’s recollecting the dream. He sees the faces you were making in pleasure pass through his mind once more and it makes his face turn 30 shades redder and increases the painful tightness in his snug sweatpants. He shakes his head, no longer wanting to continue digging this grave of overwhelming lust, and plants his head back onto the keyboard. Lord Diavolo, please, just kill him now.

The following months, Leviathan stays locked away in his room and avoids you as if you were the final boss of a game he never wants to stop playing. He knew that if he saw you, got near you, or even heard your name being mentioned, there would be no way of stopping his thoughts, his body’s reactions to those thoughts, nor his brother’s comments about how he’s “acting awfully strangely.”

As much as he wishes that he never had the dream in the first place because of all of the trouble it’s causing, he can’t help but relive it over and over again, putting it on repeat in his mind. But to admit to you these powerful feelings and attempt to bring it to reality? Only normies do such a thing... right?

💚Satan:

Line after line, chapter after chapter, book after book, he simply could not put the new series he had discovered down. He was so invested, he’d finish one book and immediately pick up the next. His mind was reeling far too fast for him to stop now and nothing in all of the three realms could do so. That is until his own body waved it’s white flag and begged for him to shut his eyes, even if for just moment. Satan bargained, internally, that he’d allow himself roughly thirty minutes of rest before he’d pick back up where he left off. He sets the book on a nearby desk, settles down onto his loveseat and closes his eyes.

As a man of many talents and faces, his dreams were known to be as heavily diverse as he was, and often times reflected whatever book he had been reading, philosophy he had been pondering, or stress he had been managing. No one particular type of dream frequented more than another.

That being said, in the past few weeks, you had been a bit more physical with him. Whether it was a simple brush of the hands as you two reached for the same novel, late night study sessions ending up in late night study and cuddling sessions, or the occasional linking of arms as the pair of you walked the length of a museum and studied its inhabitants. It goes without saying that you were making an impression on him and his mind, leaving little to no room for any other thoughts than the ones involving you. Naturally, you had found your way into his dreamworld and you were the one constant in the ever changing slumber visions.

The dreams that you were involved in, which were now a majority of them, were mostly sweet; the most intimate being the one time you had placed a chaste kiss upon his cheek. If you were to ask him about these dreams that had him chipper than usual, he would smile and tell you that “they were simply pleasant hallucinations but nothing more.” And he’d be lying through his teeth, desperately trying to keep his cheeks from reddening in front of you. If you were lucky enough that his gaze lingered, you’d catch the tint of pink making its way across his face. The poor inner romantic in him couldn’t help himself. He’s mastered the art of poker face in its entirety, but when it came to you, his willpower and calm demeanor waned into nothingness and he was like putty in your hands. Just don’t push it or there will be Devildom to pay.

This particular time around, though, his dream would take a more unforeseen turn.

In his dream, he had invited you to join him on an outing over to the Royal Library and you two were now making your way to your favorite lone table in the farthest back corner, hidden behind the many shelves of books. After claiming your usual spot, he went to gather the books he wanted to go through and planted himself in the chair to finally open them up and get started. Meanwhile, you had wandered off, presumably, to find and create your very own mountain of novels to conquer.

An hour or so passed and he had made his way through five of his books when he felt a tap against the cover of the one he was currently reading. “Forgive me, MC, but I’m almost done with this paragraph and I need just one more moment to do so.” Another tap against the cover. “May it wait, MC? I’m nearly finished.” This time, you gingerly grabbed the tip of his book and tilted it away from him (a pet peeve of his). Just as he was about to give you his trademark glare of warning, his eyes widen and his jaw clenches, with his fingers letting go of the book and tightening into a fist taut enough to turn his knuckles white.

There you stood before him in little to no clothing, fluffy little cat ears and a tail to match, with a leash and collar adorning your precious neck. You took his stiffened hand, ever so slowly opened it up, and delicately placed the end of the lead into his palm, flashing him your cheekiest grin.

Now you’ve gone and done it. He snaps.

He jerks the end of the lead so that you’re aggressively pulled forward, bending over the table and sending the piles of books to the floor with audible thuds, and your lips crash into his. He uses his free hand to trap cradle the other side of your face as he devours your lips, devours your taste. Impatient and hungry, he soon lets you go with a low growl before standing up and dragging you behind him, forcefully, by the lead, coming to the front of a shelf that leant against a wall and grabbed your waist, lifting you up to push you against it, having more books tumble to the floor with a sound thud, while once again, taking your lips with his. Something about the way you looked, the way you sounded because of his actions, drove him completely mad.

Before it could go any further, he jerks wakes to the sound of someone knocking on his door. He quickly scans his surroundings and when he finds it empty, he breathes a heavy sigh of relief. The knocks continue and from beyond the door, a familiar voice requests his audience. “Satan? It’s Solomon. My apologies, but I just wanted to return a borrowed book.”

He reaches for a nearby cloth and dabs away the sweat that covered his face. He steadies his breathing and in the stablest voice he could muster, he answers back, “Alright. One moment please.”

“Take your time,” the sorcerer replies.

He gathers himself quickly, as the master of his own emotions does, hoisted up from the loveseat, straightens himself out and starts to head for the door but with a quick glance downwards, he pauses. There’s no way he could greet Solomon with such a visible... display...

He takes his coat from the coatrack, wraps it around his waist and finally opens the door with a welcoming smile.

“Thank you kindly for the recommendation. It was a pleasant read,” Solomon tittered in recollection then immediately shifted into a frown of concern. “Satan... are you alright? Forgive my intrusion, but you seem a bit disheveled.” The disheveled man in question nods, chuckling in hopes of deterring Solomon from pressing any further by lightening his aura. “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for your concern. I simply had a bit of a nightmare.” Solomon raised a brow and Satan continued in his tall tale. “It had been so long since I’ve had one, so I’m sure you can imagine how unnerving it’s effects had on me.” Moments passed like molasses as Solomon pondered what Satan had said and the uncomfortable silence was wearing down on Satan’s last minute, makeshift composure. “Thank you for returning the book,” Satan’s voice firmly interjecting the fellow wise man’s thoughts as he received the book from his hands, “and I’m delighted that you enjoyed yourself.” He holds the book in front of where the coat covered his waist. “If you wish for more recommendations, I’ll be happy to share them with you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some tea to drink and a book to read to calm my nerves. Good day, Solomon.” Before Solomon could get a final word in, Satan slips back into his room and shuts the door. For good measure, he locks it and turns the deadbolt. He shuffles back over to the loveseat where it all began and dropped down, pinching the bridge of his nose and letting out a heavy sigh. The blush that wanted so desperately to creep it’s way into his complexion the moment he’d awoken was now set free and his entire face turned red. He knew how to keep a tight grip on every other emotion he’s ever had... but love? Lust? This was going to be a challenge.

Outside of the door, not having moved an inch, Solomon stood with his chin snug between the crook of his forefinger and thumb. “Can demons have nightmares...?” He audibly contemplated as he waited a moment, following his train of thought before asking himself aloud again, “If so... then why did Satan have an erection?”

A pair of delicate hands found their way to Solomon’s shoulders and he glanced over them to see Asmodeus leaning in close to his ear. “It’s called a kink, darling.” Solomon politely shoos away the embodiment of lust with a gentle wave of his hand before starting down the hall from which he came, with the demon practically skipping in tow. “Kinks, we both know, I’m aware of. I had just assumed that his.. situation.. would be more relative to Belphegor.”

“Well,” Asmodeus chirped, “that’s what you get for assuming.”

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starylust · 4 years ago

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Disgusting.

✧ S A K U S A K I Y O O M I ✧

genre: angst>:(

Word Count: 1479

Sakusa had been having a long day and grew angry and irritated. You didn’t notice at first but when you did you tried to help. So why was he being this way?

The day was long and practice was not helping Sakusa and his mood. He had already been irritated by the crowded halls now this?

Sakusa and you had known each other for a bit. You had been in the same class but never talked since he was usually by himself.

However this changed when the two of you got paired up for a project. After bonding together Sakusa realized you weren’t so bad and could tolerate you.

Months go by and you guys get closer every day. The both of you start to catch feeling for one and another.

You decided you would confess to Sakusa since you just couldn’t hold it in anymore. To your surprise he felt the same way.

Before you guys started dating though he had sat you down and talked to you about some things.

You knew he didn’t like germs and knew if you were in a relationship it’d take time to get use to the physical affection.

You were fine with this though as you liked him so much you were willing to wait for him. No matter how long it took you’d wait until he was comfortable with the physical affection needed in the relationship.

It took a week or two to get use to holding your hand but it was progress.

It felt nice to him and you he loved the warmth your hand emitted. This was a new feeling to him, a good one too.

Another week or two go by and you guys are now able to hug. Not for too long but for long enough for the both of you to get comfort from the feeling.

This was all new to Sakusa, letting someone in his bubble was not something that happened often. The only one allowed this close to him was his cousin or when he was playing volleyball.

It’s now been a month or two into your relationship and you’ve finally kissed! Not wanting to push him limits you waited for him to make the first move with you.

The two of you never cuddled or got too close for a long period of time but you guys were working on it.

And that was the progress of your relationship so far.

You had just gotten done with your club activities and were heading to the gym to watch Sakusa at practice.

The two of you had a usual routine of whenever you were done with your club activities, you would head over to the gym. You’d watch Sakusa finish practice and walk home together.

Sometimes you were hangout after but it all depended on the plans you guys made before hand.

Sakusa’s irritation level had risen as his spikes were sloppy this practice. Overall he was just not having a good day.

He was at the point where everything was triggering his anger and irritation. He tried keeping calm as usually though not wanting to disturb anyone.

All he wanted to do at this point was go home. Whether it was he take a shower because of the dirty germs crawling all over him, or him wanting to punch something he knew he did not want to be here.

Sakusa had been so caught up in his own anger and irritation he had completely forgot about you coming. This was definitely not the time he wanted to see you.

Looking at the time he only had 30 minutes left. He took a deep breathe in closing his eyes trying to relax himself a bit.

While he was doing that you were still on your way to the gym. You had been having a pretty good day, meaning you were in a more upbeat mood than usual.

You had just aced your test you’ve been stressing about and it made your overall day. Humming on your way to the gym you were finally by the doors.

This was the time where you usually just enter silently and watch and wait for Sakusa to be done. And that’s exactly what you had done.

Waiting patiently you watched as most of the boys walked out of the locker rooms. You were questioning where Sakusa was because he’s usually the first one in and out.

After a couple more minutes you watched him walk out. You smiled at him only to get a glare back.

Not really questioning it you went up to him and tried giving him a hug.

All he responded with was his hands in front of him holding your shoulders. Had he just rejected your hug?

He had never done that before ever since the two of you started dating.

“What’s wrong Kiyoomi?” You asked.

He just looked at you with a cold glare in his eyes.

He had nothing against you but, again everything was making him more angry and irritated.

Without saying anything he tried just walking away like you weren’t even there. You followed behind wondering what you should do.

You wondered if you should try hugging him again or doing something but you did not want to push his limits.

I mean it’s not pushing his limits right? You’re only trying to hug your boyfriend that’s normal.

Still following behind instead of you hugging him you reached for his hand.

He felt something brush against his hand and he swiftly moved it. Sakusa turned around to see you just staring at him.

“What?” He said coldly.

“What’s up with you today? Are you okay?” you asked worryingly.

“I’m fine.”

“Then why are you acting like that?”

You were talking in a soft worryingly voice while Sakusa sounded monotone and cold.

Sakusa scoffed, “I don’t have the patience to deal with you today.”

“Deal with me? I’m your girlfriend not some chore.” Now you were starting to lose your patience.

Just because he was in a bad mood did not mean he could take it out on you. And if he was going to you weren’t going to just take it.

“Well right now you feel like a chore.” He looked down on you like you were some piece of trash. A chore is what you felt like to him.

“Kiyoomi I just want to know what’s wrong so I can help you,” you said now a little bit irritated.

“Why would I talk about my problems with a disgusting person like you?”

You looked at him in complete and utter shock. Not once has he ever called you that when the two of you weren’t joking around.

“Excuse me?” You said back.

“I know you’re not deaf. You are disgusting. I don’t even know why the hell I’m dating someone as annoying as you.” Sakusa was now just letting everything out on you.

“Is that so? Don’t worry about that anymore than cause we’re over.” While saying this you felt you heart strain as the tears in your eyes started to fall.

You felt so angry and hurt that he would talk to you like this. All you wanted to do was help and he is just telling you all these horrible things.

“Fine by me maybe I can finally find someone better. Not that it’d be that hard.” Sakusa spat back loudly.

“Fuck you.” You walked out of the gym angrily trying to see through your tears. All the pain from those words struck your heart hard. Was this how he felt the whole time?

You took out your phone while walking and aggressively wiping your tears away. You clicked on the contact ‘Kiyoomi ♡ ‘ and blocked.

No way were you going to let someone talk like that to you and just stand there and take it.

On the other hand Sakusa was still in the gym just staring out the doors you walked out of. What had he just done? He didn’t mean any of that.

He loves you. He loved you the day you started dating. So why did he say all of that?

Sakusa now pulled his phone out, knowing you were too far away for him to catch up with you now.

You had always been the sweetest and most caring to him and he spat all of those horrible words at you for what? Just cause he was having a bad day?

Sakusa tapped on your contact trying to text you when he noticed the message went green. A panicked feeling started to settle into Sakusa.

He went on snapchat to check if your name was still there. You had disappeared. And the same thing happened with everything you had contact with him on.

Even though you guys would have small little arguments here and there you had never blocked him. Communication was a big thing for you.

This was when he knew it was over between the two of you. He pushed the love of his life out of it.

Here’s part 2;)

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um this was my first time writing angst idk how i feel about this one. i have a few more angst drafts too. anyway thanks for the ones who comment cause those literally make my day<3. thanks for all the love i appreciate all of you a lot!

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vinciwolf · 4 years ago

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Pit of Desires

Pairing: Maul x fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, nsfw, sex pollen, creampie, unprotected p in v sex, knot kink, drunk sex(?), Maul being a dom...

Notes: This is a gift for the lovely @a-dorin and he OC “August.”

Tags: @fallenrepublick @savagesbonergarage @justalittlecloud @a-dorin

Maul had disappeared from camp some time ago, so you and Savage went to look for him before it became too dark. You both knew he could take care of himself, clearly being a Sith, but it was unlike him to walk out of camp without telling either of you of his whereabouts and why he would leave for so long.

Following the amulet Mother Talzin gave you for emergencies, you walked through the lush shrubbery and forest. The sun was setting below the horizon. Looking around, you did not watch your feet and stumbled over a log, almost felling into a foggy pit. After steadying yourself, you looked down at the glowing jewel and became puzzled. It was glowing brighter every time your moved it closer to the pit. You crouched down onto your knees and hands and looked down into the deep pit.

You quieted your breathing and concentrated. Choking and muffled whines came from below. Eyes widening, you were sure that the noises came from Maul. It sounded like him. Before you could turn around and run for help, the edge of the pit crumbled and fell beneath your weight.

You shake your head with a drawn-out groan. The fall made your take a small beating, but something was off about your mind. Joints and muscles sore, your body was burning up. Your chest felt light and full at the same time. It felt strangely… satisfying. Like you were drunk or half-asleep, mind clouded and foggy, but still able to comprehend your surroundings just enough to be almost fully aware.

Looking around, you noticed a body a few yards away from where you landed. Belly filling up with heat, your face flushed from the sight you saw before you. Maul’s robe parted down the middle, belt abandoned to his side, and his pants were rolled down just enough for him to be free. His hand was stroking his oozing shaft roughly, paying no heed to the white mess getting all over his hands and thighs. The zabrak must not have heard you when you fell, for he was pleading for your name, your touch.

“August, please, faster…” he choked as tears spilled from his crunched eyelids.

Maul then sped up his hand. He tsked and bit back a battered moan before he came again. The cum, like his tears, ran liberally down his skin. You wanted to move closer. Something pulsated deep down to comfort him, to kiss his shiny lips, to let him be inside—No! You shook your head and took a deep breath. He was your superior and a Sith. Maul would never indulge such fantasies just for you. But each inhale that you took from the fog, floating with rosy pollen, made your mind suffocate in ecstasy… making your body gush below and more susceptible to your desires. It was intoxicating. You licked your lips, top to bottom, and rubbed your thighs together from the sudden irritable tightness of your undergarments.

Inch by inch, your limbs compelled you forward towards the moaning zabrak. When you placed your damp lips on Maul’s burning cheek, he twitched and opened his eyes. You ran your fingers down his chest and found a hard nipple, rubbing it slowly. While kissing his jawline up towards under his earlobe, Maul gasped repeatedly under your gentle embrace.

“Are you real?” he asked, voice shaken. “Or have I finally gone mad and this is a figment of my imagination?”

You laughed softly. “I am here. This is real.”

“Please…”

“Ask anything of me… I’m yours,” you bargain seductively.

“I—I—want to be… inside you,” Maul struggled to say freely, admitting his most intimate wish.

You crawl on top of Maul and kiss him, knees resting on either side of him. The zabrak’s hands find your ass and massage the mounds of flesh. Sitting up, you unravel your robe and allow your breasts to spill forward with a small bounce. The warrior beneath you took your tits and squeezed them fondly. They feel painfully heavy in his hands. Your nipples puckered and pushed forward between his fingers. Then, Maul sits up and takes one into his excruciatingly hot mouth. His tongue folds and laps over the nub, making release a baffled whine, before he retreats and helps you slip out of your pants.

You were stark naked in front of a very powerful Sith Lord, yet he was so sweet and submissive in your presence. Pushing him lightly downwards, Maul whimpered and breathed heavier from the position that you had over him. Literally. You splayed your hands over his chest and gripped into the tattooed flesh. A long, pleased cry fluttered from your whole body as you gradually sank down on the zabrak’s sweltering cock. He tipped his head back into the ground and whimpered painfully while gripping the dirt.

“Yes—yes!” he begged, fingers roughly indenting your ass cheeks.

Every nerve in your heat tingled from the rippling sensation moving through your walls as Maul’s ridged cock entered you. Somehow nothing hurt, it was only pleasure that your bottom felt despite being split open. You lift your hips and sink down again. The burn and stretch of each ridge ushered more excitement in the pit of your stomach. Legs shaking, breath caught in your throat, you roll your pelvis and slowly gain traction along the cock from the thick arousal gushing from your stuffed cunt. It did not take long to build up enough lubricant between the two of you. Maul was covered in cum and your walls were dripping by the time he glided inside you.

Each bounce of your body had you and the zabrak letting out desperate, battered cries. Your chest was heavy and your armpits and backside dripped with perspiration. It was becoming harder to gasp down enough air before another form of high washed over you both. Maul then clasped your thighs and bit his bottom lip. His fangs almost pierced his own flesh. Abs tightening, he drew back a loud, painful growl. Like he was restricting his lust to let go… to take over you. As each thrust grew shorter and rougher, something poked your entrance, and you began to understand Maul’s sexual frustration.

Only a worthy mate could be knotted by a zabrak, and apparently your presence was enough to stimulate this instinctual bonding process within the warrior beneath you. Maul thrashed and yelled when your hips dug and bucked his cock deeper into your walls.

“I’m yours!” you screamed.

Maul sits up and shoves you more snug against his frame. Then he thumps you onto the ground, positioning his legs beneath your rump and throwing your legs over his broad shoulders. His cock slid into your slick heat with ease now. When he began to rut inside you, his whole body moved forward promptly, rocking you along with him. Each thrust was purposeful. Each thrust Maul pushed farther than the last to get as deeply as he could before the base of his cock swelled too big to fit. The knot expanded quickly and the round mass bloated your entrance pathway. Wailing repeatedly with each hammered thrust, your fingernails left half-sphere indents along the zabrak’s back as the knot was fully enveloped by your whole cunt. You felt tight and stiff from Maul’s cock being sealed inside you, but it felt amazing being locked together with this powerful warrior. That he chose you to bond with in secrecy.

Then Maul turned completely feral. His chest rumbled as if hungry to finish what had started. He mumbled into your neck his pleas and curses and wrapped his strong arms around your back. Bucking his hips roughly, he pounded however he could despite the limitation of his knot. The onset of an orgasm awakened, pulsated, inside your core, spreading along your labia and blossoming clit. Blood rushed to your cheeks, your nether parts, and ringed through your ears. Fingers found your clit and rubbed circular shapes into the sensitive nub which made you unravel. Frantic whimpers and tears leaked down your face as your high spasmed and exploded throughout yourself. Maul let out the loudest shriek you have ever heard when he too finally peaked. Steaming cum shot violently inside your walls. You were filled and kept being filled until Maul’s knot emptied completely.

Nose to nose, forehead to forehead, neither of your moved while panting breathlessly. You cupped Maul’s cheek and were about to kiss him but he pulled back with hesitancy. Then he softened and allowed your lips to connect for a moment before he pecked the underside of your chin. With reluctance in his movement, the zabrak slid out of you and flopped on the dusty ground with a thud. Both of you were exhausted. Sitting up, you wince from the sharp soreness coming from your bottom. You could sense the white liquid leaking down your folds when you carefully stood up. Your legs wobbled in response but did not make you fall. Twisting to look behind yourself, you noticed Maul erected on the ground and leaning on one of his palms, head down as if contemplating where to go next after what just occurred between the two of you. You found your robs and boots and covered yourself, then you crouched down near the Sith.

“We don’t have to discuss—”

“No, I… I’ve desired your company for a long time, but didn’t know how to… how to,” he fumbled with his words trying to articulate a perfect sentence to describe his feelings for you.

“You… we… can process this all later,” you pick up his black robe, “…but this was not a mistake.” Your hand took Maul’s jaw and turned him to look at you, then you grinned contently before putting the long fabric in your hand into his. His yellow eyes traveled over your face and scanned you for lies.

The lines between his eyebrows softened when he realized there were none to be found.

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