#knk smut

[arkhamslvts]

size kinks and jason todd laying you flat on your stomach, your bed faces the mirror and one of his hands keeps your hands pressed flat against your back while the other is pressed against the back of your neck. the position doesn't help considering jason was already huge, it felt like he was bruising every part of you and he knew it "c'mon baby.. take it all" " 's too big sir.. slower" "nuh uh, you like mouthing off so much, you're so big and strong right baby? stay still and fucking take it"

with bruce wayne i feel like it's a little different, it's more subtle. he doesn't mock you the way that jason does, its simply something that's in the air. it's on display whenever he holds you up with one arm firmly wrapped around your neck and the other wrapped around your torso. your back pressed against his chest and he completely dwarfs you, and he knows you like it "that's it... such a pretty girl, taking me so well. fuck, fits like a glove."

[anlian-aishang]

He could feel you staring. And indeed, you were. God, you sighed to yourself, he was so fucking beautiful.

tags: levi x reader, angst, smut, hurt-comfort, gun mention, injury descriptions, self-sacrificial thoughts, caretaking, insecurity [felt by levi], body worship, canonverse, fem!reader.

word count: 5400

It was a miracle you found them, even more miraculous that Hange did not snipe you first. Over the barrel of the gun, their hazel eyes ran bloodshot. A murderous, fight-or-flight fear you had never seen on the commander’s face. If not for the moonlight that outlined your surrendering hands, surely, you would have joined the two corpses on the ground between you both. 

“Hange!!” Your frantic scream scared sleeping birds off their branches. Flaps of their wings matched the spasms in your nerves. “It’s me!”

Your ears picked up the graze of metal as their finger twitched along the trigger. Eyes focused in to meet theirs in promise. Your jaw fell further, not at the proximity between you and death, but at the single tear that slid down their cheek. Trauma spilling over Hange’s bright and bubbly facade. 

They lowered the rifle with a sigh, one you could see in the thick white cloud of their breath. With an exhausted exhale, beneath their hood, they offered.

“Do you want to see him?”

// // //

Hange walked slower than you would have liked. On the other hand, they probably thought you were going too fast. They had not had the time to blink, let alone sleep, in days. It was what you reminded yourself as you dampened your pace for their sake, the sedative to your aching legs, yearning to sprint to him. 

They made intentional small talk, asking how your intelligence missions were going - wondering if you had a good grasp on what the Yeagerists were up to. Of course, it was all pointless now. Obviously, Floch and his faction had succeeded. The end of the world had already started. 

The commander could tell, and you knew that they could. They would not ask you such blatantly meaningless questions, unless there was something to hide. 

“Hange,” your voice was deathly low, “just tell me.” Eye contact deliberately, mutually avoided. “How bad is it?”

Another heavy sigh. Twigs crunched beneath boots. A silence that felt like forever, that almost spoke for itself. Hange looked to the starry sky above, and for a moment, your heart sank. Is he…?!

Hange shot you a smirk, pained but genuine. “He’s a tough lil guy, isn’t he?”

He’s alive. 

“Anyone else would be sauteed to bits, and to be honest -” Hange parsed, “- I still can’t figure out how he made it.” 

Sauteed. Fire? Bits. An explosion? 

“I can only think -” they gave a loose tug of their hair tie, “- it’s because he’s an Ackerman.”

You had not put it all together, but the bloodstained patch of grass, the worn handle with lone fingers attached, the bodies of former comrades rotting outside - all the traces you tracked along your journey here painted an awfully vivid picture. Through those tiny details, you constructed the larger story. Levi had been targeted, and if not for Hange’s intervention, your partner would have been murdered by either Zeke’s or the Yeagerists’ hands.

Yet, in the commander, you could sense a tremendous guilt. Blinded by Levi’s current critical condition, or perhaps the recent killings of their subordinates, they saw themselves as no hero. Finally, you recognized why Hange was slugging along: a delay. Conscious or not. Procrastinating the revelation of the new Levi to his old lover. 

While they wallowed in their own failures, you only saw their successes. Each trudge of their steps against the earth felt heavy, you longed to lighten them, to have Hange see themselves as the savior they were.  

“No, Hange.” A gentle hand to their back. They startled, then soothed, at your touch. “It’s because of you.” 

With hesitation, they finally met your gaze. Their skin a staunch pale even in this pitch black night. A stark frown, regrets within. And Levi would not have liked that.

“He’s alive, not because of his last name, but because of you.” Your delicate touch morphed to a fierce grip, shaking them. “Hange, please,” clenched teeth, quivering lip, “you know that, right?”

Certainly, they were smart enough to know that.

Hange pushed a single finger to their glasses, “Y…Yeah.”

“Hange.” Your smile was both sincere and serious. You clutched their hand with both of yours and squeezed, “Thank you.”

They cleared their throat and swallowed, an awkward, guilty laugh. “Maybe you should save your thanks until you see him.”

// // //

Nauseous with both fright and excitement. Anxious as you anticipated touching him, counterbalanced with the fear of causing him further pain. Relief as you watched his chest rise and fall. Disheartened at how labored those breaths were. The emotions you felt at his sight, all but indescribable.

Considerate as you always were - even to your own detriment - it was what everyone loved about you, especially him. Knowing how defeated Hange felt, and in the wake of all the reassurance you had provided them on your walk, you knew all your comforting efforts would have been dismantled if you started to break down. Subduing yourself, you clenched fists at your sides and dug your nails into your palms. Trembling lip dipped beneath your teeth, biting down to still. Toes curled within your leather boots, stabling yourself as knees began to buckle. 

Witnessing your reunion, emotions were contagious to Hange. They artificially lifted their voice and offered instructions - a thin veil of distraction. “Well!” Hange gleamed, “He’s been out for a couple hours now, ever since Eren's… well, you know.”

That was one way to put it.

“I really have no idea when he’ll wake up, but he will.” Hange promised. “If he doesn’t get up on his own, you may have to help him. Bandages need changing in a few.”

Bandages? You had yet to notice until then. Upon entering the camp, you froze the moment you saw him. At that distance, he was just a bundle of blankets. You brought your sleeve to your eyes and wiped away the blur, and only then did you see the gauze that engulfed his face. 

Another pang of nausea. Mouth gaped to sob. You threw your forearm over it. A contrived cough to conceal your reaction, it failed. 

Behind you, Hange frowned. This time, it was their turn to cup your shoulder in their hand. In your peripheral vision, they pointed to a decorated tree stump. “When you do, make sure to clean his wounds first.” Atop the makeshift table, an even more crude construction was this mobile infirmary. Missing even the bare minimums of battlefield first-aid. More horrific than not: black thread, long needle. Thin vial of clear liquid was significantly less than full. Its alcoholic sting, you swore you could smell it from here. The thought of pouring that shit on him made your stomach flip again. 

“If you didn’t come, I was going to have to do it,” they chuckled this time, instead of severity, Hange used a lighthearted approach to comfort you, “but I’m sure he’ll be more receptive to you putting him through pain! It seems you’ve got the magic touch.”

If Levi was awake, oh - a swift ass-beating that would’ve been, but you were much more merciful, happy to share a harmony in crude humor. A moment of blissful ignorance in an ignorant, humorless world. Your smile widened to a grin and you tossed a playful shoo, “Get out of here, you.” 

You had not expected them to take you seriously. Hange smiled contentedly, turned on their heel, and strode even deeper into unexplored forest. A dramatic shift in mood as you swerved from joking to panicking, “Wait - where are - what are - where are you going?” 

Hange shrugged their shoulders, palms turned up to the sky. No slow in their pace, not even a glance back to you as they called, “Can’t save the world on no sleep!” 

As their figure grew tinier, your jaw that had fallen open gradually began to close. Their footsteps faded away, from faint to silent. Whether they eventually flopped from fatigue or continued their stride, you never found out for sure. You saw how exhausted they were, mentally and physically. At the same time, you could only imagine the pressure and responsibility they must have felt. Insomnia or collapse? Likely a coin flip. 

And just like that, the two of you were alone. 

// // //

Survivor’s guilt, you were familiar with. After this long in the Scouts, among those you knew, those who had experienced it outnumbered those who had not. You yourself had lost count of your diagnoses. 

But what the fuck was this? 

He had not died. He wouldn’t die, that’s what Hange said. You had not taken your eyes off him, not for one moment, and his breaths were as recognizable as your own. Undeniably alive, so why were you grieving? 

Perhaps it was regret. Without him there to talk you out of it, you wondered why you shouldn’t feel any and spiraled into its acupuncture. If only you had been at the right place at the right time - there were so many chances to stop it! You could have overheard any conversation about the wine and warned him: stay the hardass captain, the wine’s dangerous! More intelligence about Zeke could’ve shown you how reckless he was, and if you had communicated that to Levi, he would’ve known better than to bring thunder spears anywhere near him. Fuck, even if you had just been there! Maybe you could have thrown yourself between Levi and the explosion. Better me than him.

Your hand snapped to your head and seized a punishing pull of your hair. You knew better than to think such thoughts. Not even for your own sake, but for his: he wouldn’t want you to feel that way!

It was disrespectful to him, and let us respect the wishes of the dead. 

You fucking idiot, he’s not dead! 

Angst of this intensity, at any other time, you would scream, throw things, thrash about. But with your insomniac sound asleep beside you, you would not even allow yourself that release. All you could do was mewl silently, rip grass from the ground, and hug your knees to your pitted chest. 

That lasted a couple hours, and it may have even longer, but the chill hit you like an early winter. Goosebumps had pricked your skin, chattering teeth had become audible. And if you were cold - he must be freezing. 

Selfish. Selfish! You chastised yourself as you stood from your stone turned seat. Seemed like there was some spare wood from whatever Hange’s latest project was, you set it gently atop the fire, cringed when it collapsed with a series of clatters. You winced and checked on Levi. Still sound asleep. The last two logs, you set them on the side closest to him, simultaneously the least and most you could do to keep him warm. 

But was it?

He looked so tiny on the forest floor so vast. So lonely on that slate of tarp. The crickets began to chirp: there’s room for you, too. 

Still, you stood there debating. Weighing internally: better to lay beside him or leave him be? You did not want to wake him, for he appeared to be in a semi-comfortable peace. At the same time, each time he shivered, you felt your veins run cold with responsiblity. Not doing a very good job at the whole caretaking, significant other task. 

Nature made the choice for you. A merciless gust of wind hissed through the trees, breaking branches along the way. Acorns and twigs tumbled to the ground with the gravity of heavy hail. Icy was its howl, providing only seconds of warning before the sharp drop in temperature. Almost immediately, the captain whimpered himself awake and bunched the blanket to his body. Even faster, your sprint to his side. 

Like a survivor to a raft, a plant to spring rain, that was how you clutched him. “Levi…” you soothed, “Levi, it’s me.”

Trying to open his eyes, eye, induced a splitting headache. Thankfully, his hearing had recovered from the piercing explosion and was able to recognize: it was you. Throat scathed dry, Levi failed to summon a response. The apple of his neck twitched in his attempt at a swallow. Water. 

In the pocket of your cape, a full canteen, “Thirsty?”

A subtle nod was all he could muster. Mouth sealed off, streaks of red tainted the white gauze, you supposed it was time. Time to strip off his bandages, to see him again, to learn what had happened. 

Hange had debriefed you. There was no need to ask. His pupil was a lens through which you could see it all. The disbelief still raw, the disappointment in himself, the trauma glazed over. Curiosity screamed within you, longing to know everything from the tiniest details to the major events. Louder, though, was your urge to tend to him - and you knew that an interrogation was not the right remedy. 

There was something more subtle, and perhaps even more telling than words.

“Levi, let me see.”

Hesitation.

“You trust me, don’t you?”

Normally, he would slip in a snide remark. His own take on a joke. Tonight, it wasn’t there. 

But you were right, it was time. He felt disgusting. Gauze glued to his face - blood and sweat - the neat freak squirmed. The cool air of a wilderness night and spring water down his throat sounded most refreshing. 

Refreshing - like the new perspective you would have of him. Levi had not seen himself yet, but based on the immense pain he felt, his face of all places, he knew it couldn’t be pretty. In that way, perhaps it would have been easier if it was Hange. He didn’t care what anyone thought of him, but you were the only exception. You alone could scare him, the fear of how you would react to your lover turned monster. 

Slowly, you reached to your hip and unsheathed your dagger. Trustworthy eye contact silently conveyed that you would cut him free. Levi answered with a slow blink, an attempt at a smile, an attempt that was quickly retracted by his newly irritated nerves. They screamed at him for it, he subdued them by digging his nails - all eight of them - into his palms. With a mere fraction of his face visible, your ever stoic Levi looked even more so. His mouth completely covered, you misread his response. Your first hint towards a long road of recovery ahead, your relationship forever altered.

You crawled behind him and aligned your arm with his spine, “Can you sit up for me?” Like a true combat nurse, you did not wait for an answer before getting to work. Slow but sturdy, you lifted him just enough so that you could get to his nape. Though your care was tender, his reaction was harsh: sharp hisses and exasperated groans. It saddened you, how these strained grunts no longer frightened you - you had heard so much worse from both him and others. 

At the tail of his undercut, you pinched Hange’s knot and lifted the ties from his scalp. An inch of space, you slipped the point of your blade between them. New breeze on his most sensitive spot, knife at the back of his neck, Levi shuddered in your arms. 

“Don’t worry,” you rubbed your palm against his shoulder, “I’ve got you. I won’t hurt you.” I won’t let you get hurt anymore. 

One swift swipe! You slit the gauze, almost like pulling a zipper. Hand on his thigh, you pivoted to his front. Left hand was both hasty and soft, pulling the wrapping from the top of his head all the way past his chin. 

The mask was off. 

With his face now unveiled, you withdrew a handful of inches. A habitual up and down to evaluate his state, just like he trained you. 

The irises that snared you, there was now only one of them. Fresh stitches. Unforgiving black pierced his ivory skin. Crimson blood between the threads. A red so raw, you knew it was never meant to be seen. 

Your throat tightened, the words retched out. “It’s not -” you swallowed, “- that bad…”

A bad liar, you always were. Adorable at other times, gut-wrenching now. You had totally frozen, and all he could do was blink helplessly in wait for you to accept him. In those few seconds, voices in his head made a thousand comparisons. Uglier than a titan. More jarring than a corpse. All the shit you’ve seen, and you’ve never reacted like this. As your eyes glassed over, his reflection became even clearer to himself, confirmed his fears: hideous, he was hideous. 

Even though you stared, you gawked, he could not blame you. In fact, blaming you was his furthest thought, far beyond his first: blaming himself.

“I’m sorry.” Levi whispered. “I’m sorry.”

No. I’m sorry. Again, you ran through all the ways you could have prevented this. If only you had spied better. If only you had been there! He had absolutely nothing to be sorry for.

“I really…” Levi sniffed, his voice raspy, “I screwed up.” A single, silent tear rolled down his cheek. Then another, and another. “...stupid, fucking stupid.”

Seeing him cry always made you do the same. This time, though, your typical techniques left you. This Levi was unrecognizable, not just his physicality, but his personality as well. Even after the bloodiest expeditions, you had never seen such defeat in him before. 

Levi barred his teeth, blood had pooled in his lower lip and leveled with the rim. As tears spilled into open wounds, stinging relentlessly, he did not even flinch, for he felt he deserved it. Not just because he had put himself in that lethal situation, but because he had killed his former self - the only version of him anyone had ever loved - your soulmate.

“Levi…” your fingers ran down his chest, extra delicate this time. Beneath your touch - its insinuation familiar - his heart fluttered, “you deserve to feel good.”

Despite your kindling fire, Levi remained cold at your contact and stayed startlingly still. He couldn’t even meet your eye contact, instead, choosing to stare straight down at your knees, as if needing to absorb and accept that you were actually knelt before him. 

His words wavered, but his voice was a constant low. Hardly audible. Deeply depressed. “You… still want me?” 

Instant, unfathomable heartbreak. Chills, widened eyes, and a ringing in your ears, disbelief at what you had just heard. Against his chest, your fingertips dwindled. Overwhelmed with pity, nevertheless, he still could not bear a glance towards you. 

“Levi,” you cupped his cheek, beckoning his gaze. Tilting your head, a smile both teasing and kindred, “don’t tell me you’ve got amnesia, too?”

He scowled - halfway between too soon and smitten admiration. Only you would dare test him at a time like this. 

“Cause it seems you’re forgetting all we’ve been through already.” 

In each other’s eyes, everything came flooding back. The death of his squad and the months of ensuing grief. The broken leg that held him back from the tower, Eren’s capture, and the rescue mission - the one that costed Erwin’s arm and many more their lives. The return to Shiganshina, even fewer - including the late commander - returned from. Tremendous weights both physical and emotional, you had always been there to shoulder them with him. This was just another one of those spells, and you were a veteran by this point. 

“Prim and proper without any problems… that’s not the you I’m used to.” Curled knuckles tucked stray locks neatly behind his ear. Nails scratched the cusp on the way, summoning shivers from the man beneath you. 

You took his hands in yours. Fingers intertwined, two were notably missing. No matter, you concentrated, determined to hide your adjustment to this new hold. 

“What I am used to, though, is the way you’ll recover - even stronger than before.” You tugged his hand to your lips and spoke gently, confidently against them, “You always have.”

Levi shook his head and grit through clenched teeth, “I don’t know if I’m coming back from this one, sweetheart.”

Indeed, the path forward was hard to see. His body had been torn to true shreds. The Ackerman bloodline was gifted, but they were human. Regeneration of his sight and his grasp were impossible. Humanity’s strongest soldier had been knocked down a permanent rung. 

Suddenly, you feared that the superlative title had done him more harm than good. Love was not something you measured, and his combat abilities meant nothing to you, least of all now. Who said he had to climb that particular ladder? Why must he be a Scout first and person second? Levi had embodied the hope of humanity - and you could not blame the population for placing their faith in him. However, you were not just another member of the population. And to you, Levi was far more than his labels. Foremost, he was alive and he was yours. 

He’s alive! He’s yours!

“For fuck’s sake, Levi…” tears fell, your smile rose, the words tumbled out, “all you have to do is breathe and that’s already enough.” Tenderly, you hooked your fingers over the seam of his blanket and tugged down. Shamelessly, your gaze swallowed him, relishing in his flushed chest and its heightened pulse, “and look at you, you’re already doing that.”

The end of the world, nearly the end of his life, but your tears were what broke him.

It started with a couple shakes of his head. Matted bangs fell over his features, but the shaking of his body and his crackling voice revealed all. Levi pulled his hand from your grasp and clutched his wrinkled forehead. Thumb ground his temple, a coping technique from childhood. A few deep breaths, after then, rattled and shaky: the telltale start to his breakdowns. 

Salted tears poured into his split lip. On instinct, your thumb seeped into his mouth, replacing the burn with your sweet taste. God, how he needed it. 

He needed it. He needed it. A painkiller, but not a pill. Warmth, but not a blanket. To be loved, adored, and made to feel useful, no matter what it was he could do. He could hardly talk, could not even sip water on his own. But there was one thing you knew he could do, one thing that would lift his spirits, if only the length of an endorphin release.

A smile both sweet and seductive, innocent and intimate. “You’re going to make me cum. I’m gonna make you feel good.” One hand on his stiffening lap. One hand on his cheek. “And I’ll show you that you can still do both.”

// // //

It was not the same, and you would not pretend that it was. Not worse, just different. Even better in some ways. 

Inexplicably adorable. Learning to work with his left hand, he would lift his right hand to your buttons only to halt halfway and switch to the other. Pure, flustered concentration as he learned to communicate with his non-dominant hand, the most intimate practice possible. In the glaze of moonlight, his red blush radiated. Internally, he cursed the buttons and belts of the Scout uniform. Externally, he released exasperated sighs and frustrated moans. Undressing you used to take seconds, but after many minutes, your shirt was only halfway undone. Despite his mental irritation, it seemed neither of you truly minded: your arousal stirred with anticipation, his pupils dilated as he savored every second - every inch of your skin. Sex taking longer, who would complain about that? 

Extra weak. Each of his movements was accompanied by shakes, emphasizing the efforts he put into making love to you. Twitches in his reawakening muscles kept his touch active, keeping things exciting. His vice grips of your skin had melted to grazes and dances. His squeezes no longer cut off your circulation, but coerced blood into every capillary. Entirely conscious, desperately yearning for more. You realized: it was not his strength that overcame you, but the craving that faint touch incited. Exerted grunts and curses under his breath were melody to the hum of mosquitoes and crackle of campfire. The most surprising setting to be spicing up your sex life. 

Hyper-sensitive. The strain embedded in every motion had unraveled him quickly. And then there was you. Licking his wounds, tracing your tongue along his scars, you had thrown him off the tightrope balance of pain and pleasure, leaving him to scream in freefall. Teeth grazed his jawline, drawing screeches that felt sinful to listen to, but that didn’t stop you. Lips on his navel drew back-breaking arches of his spine. Acute and uncontrollable rolls of his hips. Touch-starved. Love-deprived. The feeling of unworthiness made every bit of affection that much more treasured. Every touch, a lightning bolt. Each wake, a calm. Mini orgasms wherever, whenever you felt him. 

So conscious of his body, of his injuries, your diligent attention revealed perfections you never noticed before. Tendons in his arms cast contrasting shadows over his skin, they flexed with every sensation he felt and every one he provided. 

You had always assumed it was the color of his eyes that was so magnificent, and indeed it was a lovely shade, but it was his angular brows and straight lashes that highlighted them so beautifully. 

New appreciation for his muscles - not just eye candy, not just strength - but their persistence and importance in keeping him alive. Across his abdomen, seamless symmetry, pair after pair of ridges. Overstimulated sweat covered and complimented every curve, his own spotlight. 

Your goal was to kiss every inch of him, make love to every inch of him. Lips curled to meet his crevices, leaving saliva and praise all throughout your path. “You’re perfect, Levi.” Again, you were crying. Tears dripped to his skin, medicine. “Perfect.”

Having danced with death, Levi was also experiencing a new infatuation with you. After hours of seeing nothing but black, your body was a constellation to explore. He had lost some digits, but two were enough to run his fingers through your hair. Smooth skin invited his hands to savor you, further welcoming with your singing nerves and satisfied sighs. Likewise, after hearing nothing but silence, your whines and whispers moved mountains within him. When he felt so broken, so useless, you managed to lift him up. You tugged him free from his constraints and marveled at his livelihood. Long and admiring was your stare at his erection, forcing him to acknowledge the proof that one thing still worked. 

Labored was his attempt to sit up, to take hold of you, but you placed your palms to his pecs and pushed down, “Levi, it’s okay.” Leaning over, your breast met his chest as your lips fell beside his ear, drawing shudders as you cooed, “I’ll take care of you tonight.”

Mindfully, you reversed the roles: using him as a crutch, signaling his worth and aid to you. By your hold on his shoulders, you sturdied yourself as you lowered your sex down onto his lap. You were ready. Your bodies were ready. Anticipation clearly coated his cock from tip to base. Your folds yearned to be filled, drooling onto your thighs with hunger. 

The back of your hand grazed his forehead, brushing his bangs - slick with sweat - aside. Unbroken eye contact. Unbroken vows: to love each other in sickness and in health. You smiled, he nodded. You inhaled deeply. He exhaled shakily. Lowering yourself down, he pushed himself up as much as he could. Enveloping him. Within you. Together at last. 

In that moment, the separation nearly felt worth it. In the sea of your love, a current of sympathetic sadism. The strife of his injuries had strung him to his last wit, making the second he entered you that much more intense. Levi strained beneath you, immaculate curses fallen past his cracked lips. Bringing Levi to tears and to the brink of bliss, you were certain there was no bigger confidence boost, no greater incentive to fuck him with all you had.

But then, when you did, you realized the true motive: how he made you feel. 

Face scrunched with each rise and fall, fingernails threatened to pierce his skin. Clutching him, you stumbled through your words - breaks between your repetitions. “It - It feels… You feel…” 

Levi swore his heart could have exploded with tension over what you were going to say, that was until you uttered the words that made his heart stop, “so fucking good.”

On his face, relief. Within your walls, elation. “Y-Yeah?” Levi moaned, a combination of clarification and pleasure. “F’Feels… good?”

“Oh yes, baby…” So good, you couldn’t stop. So good, you lost yourself. His passion so lively, so blinding, you nearly forgot about his critical condition. Rolled back eyes snapped open, checking on him. You nearly halted your pace and panicked, “You doing okay?”

Canines bit his lip, but its sting was washed away in your presence, captivating. Squinted eyes, narrowed brows, Levi threw his hand over his mouth and muffled himself, nodding instead.

You smirked, too cute for his own good, that was how you usually reacted. Tonight, though, after all the loathing and depreciation you had both witnessed and felt, your vision was swayed. Lightly but deliberately, you pinched his wrist and lifted it above his head. “No need to hide, darling.” Tongue pried his lips open. “Let me see you. Let me hear you.”

Levi managed just a sliver, but that shred of his silver gaze was enough. “I - I’m f’fine!” He stressed. “I… promise.” 

You lowered one brow in dubious concern, but he insisted breathlessly. “Please…” he whimpered, “Please keep going!” 

Finally, you rolled your head back and sighed, he asked you for something. Something you could provide. Something you could fix for your lover so broken. With this goal in reach, you shared his desire for utility. Sex was survival, evolutionary, feral. The only thing that could make you fuck a patient senseless. The only thing that could make him forget his failures. The only thing that would heal both of you.

Oh, how he needed it. So hard against your soft insides. A length that reached for the stars. Warm passion mortared with yours, inciting smacks and screams that echoed for the voyeuristic pines. 

“P-Please…” Levi begged. Let me cum. Don’t leave me. Stay mine forever. He yearned to say everything, but with your tidaling sensation and his fogged mind, the most he could manage was just the one word. Louder and louder, “Please, (Y/N)...” until his own climax cut him off, “P-Plea - hah’Ahh!!”

Steep and rapid thrusts, you were made speechless - not only by the pleasure they brought within you, but by how impressive they were. So much about him had changed, and he had every reason to be lethargic, but the power he demonstrated had not faded. Your heart sang with admiration, humanity’s strongest for a reason. 

You hummed, unabashedly drinking up the symptoms of his release. Well familiar with his display, your hips knew just how to match the rhythm of his convulsions. Eventually, they slowed. Eventually, he was able to open his eye again. You saw his panic, the embarrassment, having finished first. When his seed hit your furthest depths and you seized around him, though, it was wordlessly communicated: he had no regrets, nothing to be sorry for, for his climax was what brought you to yours. 

Well, wordless in a sense. Your incoherent cries and broken syllables were of no lexicon, but a language he was fluent in. Eight fingers clutched your back, helping you through your last few rhythms, “Come on. Come on, I’ve got you.”

“Fuck!” You reveled. You were the luckiest person in the world. Even before the pillowtalk, in the midst of your orgasm, you could already see: no one else would mute their stinging nerves just to make you feel a bit better, no one else would prioritize your happiness over their own, no one else would share your tears in the same night they shared your bed. In this dying world, there was only one man alive who would love you as you did him. And he was yours.

All yours. 

masterlist

[hoomanityisavirus]

“I beg your finest pardon?”

“Then Beg.”

“…”

“…”

“Darling, you’ll only get the finest when you follow through…”

[bitemescftly]

free use plots when??? 👀🥺

[maigo-san]

and I don't think those are soft anon oops. I like it rough

[alien-magnolia]

Smell

Tw: lots of SMUT little plot, dom!coded Logan and sub-coded/fem!reader, SIZEknk, primal!, ovulation and Logan’s sense of smell, possessive Logan, breeding!knk, Logan is rough!!

18+ MDNI

A/n: I want him so bad. Pls reblog if you like <3 xoxo, Liz

It’s been a long day for the both of you. Charles had wanted the two of you to tag along on a mission to Eastern Europe, bringing a supposedly dangerous mutant who planned to wreak havoc back to the mansion. It was a large effort bringing him back, yet you all did it.

It was your favorite moment of the day, as if right now. You and Logan got to retire to your shared quarters, and relax for a good day or more. You loved spending time with him, especially after a long day — when both of your frustrations needed to be let out.

He unlocks the door, lighting a cigar as he steps through the threshold. Your smaller arms snake around his broad back, pressing gentle kissed into his flannel. “What’s the matter, huh, sweetheart?,” he turns to you, flicking the cigar to the side of his mouth with his tongue. “Missed you, is all. Been a hard day, Lo. Let’s unwind,” you softly whisper, your hands coming up to touch his beard, the one you loved so much: (especially when the scruff of it brushed your soaking cunt <3..)

He smiles, large hands cup your smaller face, as he brings you closer for a forehead kiss. He pauses momentarily to smell the nape of your neck. “Missed me after spending the day with me, huh, kid?,” a knowing smirk creeps across his face. You nod your head vigorously. “Or are you jus’ ovulating?,” the question makes itself very known in the room.

Your cheeks heat up as you start to blush. He cocks his head, chuckling. “I know you well, sweetheart,” he tells you, looking over the pleading gaze you had on him as of now. “Can smell you, you know. You always smell so fuckin’ good when you’re ovulating,” he adds, eyes darker than they were before. You blush under his hard gaze.

“Doesn’t mean I’m not gonna give you what ya’ need, though,” his gruff voice adds, sending shivers down your spine.

“What do I need, Lo?,” you ask, your small arms wrapping themselves around his broad, thick, muscular shoulders, your pretty and perky tits pressing up against his chest. He looks down at your face, then, at your tits, his hands move themselves from your face to your waist, his grip ironclad.

“You need my cock. S’alright, you just do what I say now, yeah?,” he asks, and you nod, oh so vigorously. His lips attack yours, as the two of them dance together, your lipgloss on his rough, slightly chapped — but soft lips. His beard tickled your soft cheeks, and you pressed yourself into him as tight as imaginable.

He pauses for a moment to inhale your scent again. “Fuck. You smell so sweet when you’re ovulating, you know that, yeah? Like it’s poison. That’s what you fuckin’ do to me,” he adds, almost snarling. “Wanna rile you up, Lo. Wanna be good for you, want you to hurt me,” you tell him, not even recognizing where all this was coming from. What was wrong with you? You were completely pliant for a man.

You wanted to be used by him. To feel ALL of his strength in each and EVERY possible way. You knew his abilities, you knew how animalistic he was when riled up. You wanted that Logan tonight. You’d let him scar you with his claws if he would: he would never, of course. He was insistently protective of you. That and your hormones: is what drove you to this state tonight.

You feel his hard on through his jeans , it's almost as if it was made of metal: (in a way it was.) His lips meet yours, pushing against you in a way that made your cunt throb, your soft lips and his rough ones danced together, as if glued. You loved how rough his beard felt on your face, and his neck smelled faintly of cigars. You hear a few grunts from him, his meaty hands coming up to grope and knead at your soft body.

His teeth clash against yours, the both of you were gravitating towards each other by some kind of invisible string or magnet. Your hands feel his heart, fast, through his wide chest. You loved that you never had to take off his shirt in moments like these. He never wore one. Around you, anyway.

You brush your pastel painted nails through his chest hair; coming up to smell it a little, rub your face against it. You wanted ALL of him; not only his cock.

He chuckles as you rub against his chest. “Aww. Goin’ all pathetic f’me, kid? Didn’t even start with you. Fuck.,” he growls, and pins you down onto the bed, your wrists above your head. A hard knee between your legs is used to spread them apart. Your arms — are still pinned to the bed, and his grip on your wrists is ironclad.

He’s on top of you, his hairy chest bearing a weight down on you, his soft lips nipping at your neck, at your tits, your soft belly. His beard tickles when he kisses down your stomach, lower, lower… he gets to your thighs, pressing a sweet and slobbery kiss to them, and starts attacking your nub, like it’s a hard candy, and he can’t get enough.

“Lo!! Lo!! You scream out, trying to get away from him. It was too much, you couldn’t!! You feel some of his claws come out, starting to pierce your thighs just a bit. You pull back, looking at him. He stares back, his gaze intense. “You want me to stop, baby?,” he asks, claws resting on your thighs. “No, no. I like it.,” you shamefully admit, your stomach dropping as he gazed at you, taking in your body as if it were a work of art.

He continues working you over, his tongue gentle yet powerful, your thighs getting red because of his abrasive beard. You feel your orgasm coming on, as a storm, and you try to pull away from him to lessen the intensity. His claws graze your soft skin as his iron grip pulls you right back. “Where ya think you going honey? Daddy’s not done here,” with that, his calloused hand slaps your roughed up cunt. You yelp, and he emits a burly, growled sort of chuckle. He goes back to slurping up your fluids like there is nothing left. You gush into his mouth, his beard now wet with your fluids.

He flips you over, his face pressing into your neck. “Fuck, so sweet…,” his heavily hooded eyes glaze over your face and neck, before taking a small bite into your jugular. He was your predator. You were under him, his prey, his for the taking, his to use.

Without another word, his mouth breathing hot and heavy near your panting face, your soft skin against his rough beard, his hands gripped you in place as he slid in. Bred you. Not a word. His hands began to hold you up by your neck, as if you were some kind of animal. His large heaving chest pressed into yours, his thick, pulsing cock stretched you so deliciously that it made your vision start to go.

“There you go, sweetheart. Take it. Fuck,” he growled, hands pinching and holding your soft skin. All his prey did was mutter and moan, and Logan, a man of few words, was satisfied. He had his girl under him, pliant, ready to be bred. And he did breed her. Hours and hours on end.

By the time Logan was done with you, you were both soaked in each other: literally and figureatively. He gently laid you on your back. “Lo,” you mutter, weakly, all your energy drained by your feral man. You’d let him kill you, even. You wanted to be used, to be his.

“Did so good f’me, little one. Let me get you all cleaned up. Don’t move, don’t want my girl tiring herself.

[n3ptoonz]

Okay but like the whole save a horse ride a cowboy thing… for Arthur?

'Snake on a Train'

THANKS FOR 300+!!🖤🖤❤️❤️

Pairing: Arthur Morgan/F!Reader

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption II

Warnings/tags: Smut; Explicit, i'm writing this like i'm from the old west bear with me it's really fun, post chapter 6 MEANING he's alive and DOES NOT have TB. never caught it. we live in delusion round these parts. dialogue driven y'all know me i love me some interaction, implied breeding knk, cowgirl, barely proofread writers block is fucking me up

fr tho read this in a southern accent shit is kinda funny i had way too much fun LMAO

i got so many arthur requests then realized i used THIS theme so i'm using this ask i hope those who sent in will find this!!

Word count: 2300

Never trust a "runaway" O'Driscoll ever again. You was on the run now, away from those freaks and needed a proper escape at least for the time being. Why you chose to not accept Arthur's offer of joining the gang was beyond you. You knew each other well in Blackwater before they had to leave, he suggested you join since you'd be a great addition and trustworthy, but you declined. Later on you were picked up by a "runaway", he sold you out and now you're high tailing it to the nearest escape.

You stumbled across a particularly high end looking train that looked like it was headed west--aka opposite way from this shit. Your initial intent wasn't to rob it, yet. You just needed a quick getaway from this madness. Quick and sneaky you were getting into the back past a few guards. You found an abandoned ticket under a seat and stuffed it in your pocket, walking around until you found an empty cart that looked quite fancy.

You kept your head on a swivel and constantly looked out the window for any suspicious activities when somebody barged in. You quickly stood up and drew your revolver when you realized who you laid your eyes on.

"...Arthur?" you said. His eyes adjusted from the sun reflecting off the window when he heard his name escape from your lips, recognizing your voice almost immediately.

"What are you doin' here?" you both inquired in unison.

"Put your damn gun down I ain't here to rob you." he said sitting down on one of the two seat chairs covered in leather. You slid it back into the holster with curious eyes still on him. Just how long had it been? Why was he here?

"You normally waltz into carts that aren't yours?"

"Ain't that what you did?"

...he had a point.

"Maybe, but I had a reason."

"You sayin' I'd hop onto a nearby train for no reason?"

"I ain't seen or heard from you in almost a decade, Arthur. I don't know what I know anymore. Where's the rest of Blackwater's finest?"

Arthur just leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. There was a deadpan look in his eyes as he recalled everything that went down in the last two weeks. All the betrayals and chaos started to montage in his mind all over again; how he was this close to death, but managed to escape somehow.

"Dead, on their own, or all the above. Remember John? I helped him and his folks get out. The others...well I don't rightly know where they are. And quite frankly I don't care."

You sat in front of him as you processed his words. What's understood don't need to be said, and you knew this well.

"Is that why you're here?" you asked. It felt like a question with an obvious answer but you honestly just wanted a confirmation. It wasn't like him to just run off, at least from when you last seen him.

"In so many words, I guess. Although I didn't expect to see a woman of your caliber running away from your bullshit either. I'd like to know too, if you don't mind."

"Oh hush that up." you waved his comment off dismissively, "I was sold out."

"Well I'll be. You know I always wondered what you were doing or who you decided to hang with if not us. Who in their right mind would sell out one of Blackwater's most wanted?"

In your time together you always had a playful relationship, but you could tell in his tone there was slight bitterness or sarcasm. Truth be told he started to feel some type of way when he realized you declined him just to end up with some other gang that clearly didn't give a damn about you.

"Watch yourself." you warned, your tone half serious half playful.

"What? You didn't want to be around folk who had your best interest that's fine. I won't say I told you so."

"When the hell did you tell me so?"

"The day before we left." he answered without hesitation. "The night we spent together? Ring any bells?"

Damn. You tried to forget that night since the day he had to leave and you too shortly after. You didn't want to remember all the fun you had. You didn't want to remember his hearty laugh at your stupid jokes. Hell...you didn't even want to remember just how good he treated you. He treated you like a lady, unlike most of the men you came across. All it took was one heated kiss, and you both were hooked. But also knew it couldn't be given both your circumstances.

When he offered for you to join you wanted to jump at the opportunity. So why didn't you? Because, well, you loved the man. You thought your own feelings would hinder the morale of the group somehow and break it apart, and you wouldn't dare that be on you. Plus you couldn't really tell where he stood. He's a guy who treated most people with respect despite how he grew up.

Back then he mentioned how people like them were hard to come by and that most gangs were either just downright pieces of shit or cultish. So he in fact did tell you so, and you tried to forget that as soon as possible. Didn't want any sort of thoughts of him clouding your mind or else you'd go crazy.

The only reason you two didn't get intimate that night is because he respected you and your boundaries. He still does. He didn't want it to feel like he was grasping on to the nearest thing to fuck with and then dip. That's not the kind of man he was nor will he ever be.

"What does that night have to do with why I'm here now?" you tried so hard to seem like it didn't completely take over your thoughts, but this is Arthur Morgan for christ sake. He's damn good at reading people.

"It can mean just about anything, sweetheart, but I know it meant something to you just as much as it did to me." he said. The tone of his voice sounded a bit like he was trying to convince himself that was the case. If it wasn't, he wouldn't know what to do.

You sat back in your seat but that didn't take away the feeling of his gaze pouring into your soul. "It did." you said looking down at your hands

"Then why decline? Was it me? I know it's not my lifestyle because we lived the same way."

"I didn't want to get in the way, alright? I knew you'd be gone often and would be out for days at a time while I worried if you'd come back in one piece. I've been there and done that. Wasn't doing that again."

Arthur leaned back up in his seat and ran his hand over his face, sighing. He didn't want to come off so strong, but he felt real feelings for you and didn't know how to process it properly. The woman who's been on his mind since the day the gang left Blackwater sat in front of him and he felt like a lost puppy all over again.

"Okay." he said softly, "Was I on your mind at all?" he continued looking down, mumbling under his breath but you still heard him.

"Everyday since." you said standing up. He slowly looked up at you with those pearly blues that never failed to capture you. He was just so relieved that it wasn't just him. That it wasn't one-sided. Grabbing his hand you pulled him up to meet your eyes--like he wasn't visibly looking down at you.

"I thought about you so damn much I guess I had to distract myself by running with some undercover O'Driscolls. I figured out who they was too late and voila, lawmen breaking down my door."

Arthur shortly chuckled upon hearing you explain more of your situation. To him it was unbelievable, and he never thought he'd hear that name ever again especially after seeing Colm swing.

"This evening is full of surprises. How do I know this isn't some big scheme to take me down once and for all?" he said while wrapping his arms snug around your waist and his voice grew more rugged and deep. Oh how he missed this. What this is, who knows, and who cares?

"I don't need some big scheme to take you down." you said placing your hands on his biceps, squeezing just a little bit. He smirked at this action and pulled you closer.

"That so?"

You hummed in agreement, and it didn't take long for you two to finally lock lips together after a bit of playful murmuring here and there. And just like that, you both were taken back to that night. That heated kiss you shared was the absolute highlight of your lives, and you intended to relive that again and more.

It's like you never left but kissed like it's been forever. He ran his cold palm up your back to hold you while the other unbuttoned your pants. Even after almost ten years, he didn't miss a beat. He still got it. Are we surprised? You followed his lead and kept one arm around his neck while the other attempted to pull him free.

His hands were quick and nimble like yours, so next thing you know your pants are on the ground and you're sitting comfortably in his lap. You was now clad in a loose collar shirt and underwear and his shirt remained unbuttoned at the collar. Your mouths never stopped dancing throughout this whole process too.

Arthur just kept groaning into your mouth at every subtle grind on his thigh. This was only the second time of you two getting together like this, yet it feels way more than that. That same drunk feeling from the night made its return and wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

You pulled back so you both could catch your breath, holding his face and running your thumbs over his stubble that was soon to becoming a full beard.

"I missed you...so damn much." you said in a tone just above a whisper.

"I can't imagine more than I have..." he replied while toying with the hem of your underwear. "Would you give this old outlaw the honor of... having you? All to myself?" he asked, looking deep into your eyes. You could feel him fully hard and his hands trembling a bit, but he still wants to hear it from you. One part is confirmation, but the other? He would easily gain satisfaction from knowing you want to give yourself to him.

"Well...I've saved a horse...and I plan on riding a cowboy," you whispered and smiled against his lips before leaning back in. Arthur chuckled into the kiss, wasting zero time pulling them panties to the side and slide right on in.

Your breath hitched as you eased on down his thick shaft. "That's my girl." he whispered, right next to your ear so he could physically feel you clench against him from his praises. You gripped his shoulders as your eyes closed shut, expelling light whimpers here and there as you set a place. He placed his hand on your back once again to encourage you, feeling a little smug at your struggle to keep up.

Best believe you weren't no bitch though; you swallowed thickly and kept on riding him. The ambience of the train was quickly fading as you two became lost in your own desire.

Were you expecting your orgasm to approach so quickly? Honestly, it made sense. Arthur knew all the right things to say and touched all the right places that churn your butter.

He was also nearing the end, and yet he had such a genuine smile on his face. He grunted with every time you sank back down into his lap and this meant he simply could not be happier. He's been dreaming of this moment forever, and finally. Finally, the woman of his dreams is having the time of her life because of him.

To keep yourself grounded you pulled his head up to rest your forehead on his, "Please, cum inside me," you begged. Your climax was seconds away from hitting you and you wanted to reach bliss at the same time.

You ain't have to tell him even once with how quickly he followed suit. Your hips slammed right back down into his lap as you both tried to stifle your cries of pleasure, still mindful of other passengers.

After you both calmed down in each other's arms, you cleaned yourselves up and plopped back down onto the two person couch you had just gotten intimate on. You held his bicep and laid your head on his shoulder with a content smile on your face. His the very same.

"You sure know how to get down for someone I ain't seen in a long time." he said playfully, looking down at you.

"Who said I ain't got none in a long time?" you replied a little too fast for his liking, looking up and seeing his expression comedically fall to a straight one. "I'm just messing, I wouldn't dare risk having anybody else's kids but yours." you continued casually before shutting your eyes. You had to stop yourself from laughing at the sound of his heart rate getting faster through his chest.

He chuckled, looking out the window at the scenery become painted with the pinks and yellows of the sunset passing by.

"You are something else."

[nasuversekinkmeme]

Weekly Roundup: Prompts

KNK

Is Shiki Ryougi’s situation anything like DID?

How much does Mikiya really understand about Shiki’s split personalities? Did he really fully understand everything SHIKI/Shiki/Void told him about her split personalities or was he only pretending to understand?

TSUKIHIME

Do you think SHIKI Ryougi is a good person? Is SHIKI a worse person than Shiki?

FGO

smut, Take any pairing, have Merlin either remove someone's dick or give someone a dick (or maybe even to the both of them). Why? Perhaps he's trying to get them together, or maybe they asked him to, or even just because he thought it would be funny. Anyways, sex ensures. It would also be great if they start out feeling strange (or even disliking) their new genitals, but end up liking it.

smut, AU where Da Vinci can't just instantly reformat her body when she's being summoned, she has to transition the same slow method as a normal person. Her getting her pussy ate for the first time after recovering from her bottom surgery.

Billy the Kid forcefem into a butch woman

Gudako and Gudao being part of the same plural system

I want a reader insert fic where you get to be Oberon's coworker at Starbucks. It must NOT be a romance. I don't want a coffeeshop au I want to witness this man's shenanigans in customer service.

smut, Koyanskaya gets bullied by the Tamamos. Alternatively, Koyanskaya gets bullied by the Tamamos (gone sexual) (Koyan gets knotted in every hole and likes it).

[yinyuedijun]

Ao3 also heavily relies on tagging. Those multi-chap multi-fandom reader things have tons of tags. Unfortunately, if you're anything like me, once it comes time to tag... it's like someone asking your favorite song 😅. Like I was working through your ao3 a bit ago because I was worried old blog links wouldn't work well on mobile and ie I think you didn't have omega aventurine tag in night flower (sorry if I'm misremembering)? And technically that's a searchable tag that might have gotten you more hits because it's both searchable and relatively niche.

Just tagging is a huge help. There are tags for specific relationship dynamics, au's/Canon divergences that are popular, different nsft acts/positions/knks, tropes of course... however it can be hard to know which ones are searchable unless you're on ao3 enough. I wonder if anyone has ever made a guide? I also know for sure that tagging characters separately from the ship "/" tag helps.

And multi-chapter stuff does get more hits because you go to the top of the date sorted options more times. I have a lot of one-shots on my account (from cross-posting) and I'm pretty sure the reason any of them got over 1k is because I'm writing for rarer characters in a larger fandom or for a large fandom that still has surprisingly few fics (oh naruto). The only one I've got that has more is both complete and I restricted myself from posting all chapters at once even though I wanted to be done with it. And yeah, unfortunately, unless your fandom is so niche you end up on the last few pages of a search or the fic gets so popular you end up in the first few, fics tend to get buried after a few weeks.

Tl;dr more tags are better because it lets people find you from many different angles! But there is some fandom-characteristic stuff that tends to either help or hurt depending on where you are.

... and there's a lot of meh fics in the top spots of many fandoms 😅 just because of the numbers game (complete, multi-chap, popular fan ship etc). I read your piece! It's good and has that mao panache ��, I liked it even though world references go over my head since I've not seen the show. Don't let the numbers get you down 💜 you're a really great writer! It sucks when effort doesn't seem to reflect the reaction (also kudos are famously low, good-normal is about 10% of your hits and you *might* get 1-5% comments of kudos based on whether that fandom is chattier/ more social with each other) but I hope you know we still appreciate having fun with you 🤗

hi anon!!! omg thank you so much for that ao3 breakdown/guide haha it's quite useful! I have actually gotten this specific comment from ao3-only readers before - they always tell me to add more tags because it would have helped them find my fics sooner! I think I will take the advice to heart, but it may take a while because I'm quite resistant to over-tagging (I don't like spoilers in tags ALFJSKSSJK). once I get to the smut in this fic I will defs be tagging every single sex position though 🫡

it is funny how even on ao3 we run into the phenomenon where top interactions =/= top quality (speaking generally, ofc there's stellar fics out there with tons of interactions). I guess whether you are on social media or on an archive, it always becomes a metrics game in the end rip

and thanks for the encouragement on my current fic, I appreciate it a lot!!! 🥺 I also super appreciate you reading the fic despite not knowing the world, like that must be MEGA confusing for an asoiaf universe fic LMAO. "mao panache" made me giggle WAHAHHWFKJS I'm not sure what it is but I'm glad you enjoy it !!!

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Masterlist

Archive of Our Own | Asian Fanfics

KPOP

Chanyeol x Mirai { Tiny & Gigantor } FxM

Infatuation (BandMember!Chanyeol, Neighbor!Mirai)

Morning (18+ Only)

Cute Guy Alert

Love in Aquaria: The Bodyguard and the Hermit Witch (18+ Only, BodyGuard!Chanyeol, Witch!Mirai)

KNK

Long Enough (College!Youjin/Brother’sLittleSister!OC)

Heat (18+ Only, Youjin/WerewolfFilipina!OC)

Prenuptial Agreement (Prince!Youjin/PrincessFilipina!OC)

Beauty and the Fool (Highschooler!Heejun/BlackF!OC)

In San Francisco (PersonalAssistant!Youjin/BossF!OC)

Sleep Train (Youjin/F!OC)

BAP

Don't Take Overly Friendly Dogs Home (18+ Only, Yongguk/WerewolfF!OC)

Wonho

I Forgot Something (18+ Only, PersonalAssistant!Hoseok/BossF!OC)

Anime

Crossover

When the Worlds Collide (18+ Only, Kakashi/F!OC, SERIES)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Under (18+ Only, DILF!Toji/F!OC)

Sucker (18+ Only, Nanami/F!OC)

It’s All For You (18+ Only, BusinessMan!Nanami/RoommateF!OC)

Finally Mine (18+ Only, BusinessMan!Nanami/SuccubusRoommateF!OC)

Record of Ragnarok

No Gods (18+ Only, Qin Shi Huang/FBunnyHybrid!OC)

Naruto

Perfect for Me (18+ Only, Yakuza!Kakashi/OC)

Video Games

Dynasty Warriors

TBD

Resident Evil

After Hours (18+ Only, Semi-Canon, Carlos Oliveira/Filipina!OC)

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Author/Mangaka Recs

Original authors:

Mariana Zapata (Slow Burn & Age Gap)

Tessa Bailey (Contemporary and Nasty)

Maya Banks (NASTY, NASTY, NASTY)

Sylvia Day (Nasty)

Eve Dangerfield (Nasty, smut)

Raven Kennedy (Funny, nasty, adult fantasy)

Mangakas:

Umekoppe

Tomomitsu Yamamoto

[bitemescftly]

still kinda obsessed with that whole 'i slipped l*ctation drugs into your food for weeks and oh look at that, are your tits feeling tender and full? let me help you baby, no it's no bother at all, look at all that milk soaking through your shirt.' plot & i need it for anna like rn...

[harapeveco]

Ngl you're the reason why i got into knk and reinochi, i don't even know they exist until i found your blog. I've read all the reinochi fic on ao3, including the discontinued ones and the one with a weird name (except smut), i spent the whole night reading and my eyes are dry as fuck, the sun just rises im going to collapse

Pls bestie go to sleep there’s only so much reinochi you can consume before you die 😭����

[t3kandson]

Choices

Word count; 8,131

Fandom; A.C.E, KNK & a bit of Dreamcatchers

Pairing; Reader X Park Junhee, Reader X Lee Donghun, Reader X Kim Sehyoon, Reader X Kim Byeongkwan & Reader X Kang Yuchan.

Characters; Park Junhee, Lee Donghun, Kim Sehyoon, Kim Byeongkwan, Kang Yuchan, Park Seoham, Kim Sangwon & Kim Minji aka YiU

Warnings; Loads of Angst, Confusion, Jealousy, mild smut, heavy flirting, Body Marking and mentions of sex.

This chapter is very Emotional rather then Sexual.

Notes; Chapter 7/8 Next Chapter on 23/5

Rest of Release That Stress found here.

You woke to Byeongkwan peacefully sleeping, he looked so carefree. Normally when he slept he was full of tension, even in sleep his mind couldn’t let go. But right now he looked as if he had nothing to bring stress. While you could smile knowing that his date with you was possibly the reason. There was also a knot in your stomach, the pact was well and truly falling apart. You had tossed and turned all night struggling to find a way to continue the pact you and the others shared. But now you knew that they all had fallen for you, the only thing you saw in your path was destruction and trauma. Maybe you should be like Chan and end everything before too many hearts was broken in the fall out.

Junhee had told you he was falling for you, Donghun said he was jealous of you with anyone else. Sehyoon had pretty much told you that he wanted you and the pact was dead. Byeongkwan was so madly in love with you that he was planning to marry you if you remained single. Chan, your best friend had ended everything because he didn’t like the feeling he was experiencing because of the pact. You had no choice but to end it, maybe you should leave right that second.

You crept from your bed with running away in mind, when a strong grip pulled you back startling you. Warm lips attacked your neck as arms easily pulled you towards the topless skin of the body you was fleeing from. “Where you going?” Byeongkwan said deeply that you closed your eyes holding in the stir in your stomach. You flipped to face him, his warm bright brown eyes attacking your soul as your smile matched his. “To get you breakfast,” you lied as he smiled heavenly which hit you with a pain of guilt. “I’m only hungry for one thing,” he smirks rolling his body against yours that his hardened bulge hits your core. “Did I not feed you well last night?” You playfully pout as he bites his lower lip, lost in the memory. “That’s the thing I’m greedy, greedy for seconds,” Byeongkwan growls nipping your neck that caused a tickle as he’s hot breath fanned against your skin. “Greedy boy,” you chuckle nibbling the side of his face in retaliation. “I think We both can confirm I’m all man,” he says deeply as he flips you onto your back, hovering over you with lust in his eyes. “Plus I’m greedy for you not the sex,” he adds rolling his pelvis into you that has your walls clench around nothing.

The door to your room opens as Byeongkwan throws himself off you in a rush, earning blushes to fall upon both your faces. “Don’t mind me,” your mother smirks bringing in a tray of biscuits and hot drinks. “Mother do you know how to knock!” you scorn her as she grins amused. “Would you have preferred your father to find this little,” she wiggles her fingers between you. “There’s nothing little about this,” you snap as Byeongkwan sniggers behind you at the choice of your words. “That’s not what I meant and you know it,” you scorn swatting him. “We’re just friends having a sleepover,” you add more calmly. “Your not a child Y/N, if you was i wouldn’t have let you shared a bed here, infact your father thinks he slept on the sofa. So get changed and make it look like he’s helping you with a work assignment or something,” she adds with authority tone above her pleased expression on her face. “Breakfast will be in half an hour,” she says into the air as she leaves.

“Will you stop encouraging her,” you scold into Byeongkwan’s Chuckles as his lips brush your naked shoulder. “What, I can’t help that she wants to make me her son inlaw can I? It’s like you want me to stop being so perfect,” he teases. “How can you be a son inlaw when you can’t even commit, it’s not fair to her, it’s such a mean thing to feed her hope,” you snap with a little harsh in your tone that has Byeongkwan frown. “What does that mean?” Byeongkwan said sounding hurt. “Look sorry just,” you paused closing your eyes feeling out of your comfort zone and your emotions crashing. “I’m just tired that’s all,” you smiled brushing your elbow playfully into him in an attempt to change the subject. He looked at you with pain and confusion yet simply just nodded.

Breakfast was a lot more quieter then you expected. Byeongkwan seemed a little deflated and you knew he was mulling over your words. Guilt ripped through you as he tried to keep a mask of strength on for your family. Yet the way his body kept its distance and lack of sweet gestured jokes was clearly noticeably missing.

“You really need to snap him up,” you mother said with seriousness when she helped pack some kimchi she made up. “Mum he can’t, remember, he’s an idol, they can’t date,” you replied feeling the ache in your heart. “We both know those kind of rules do not stop people, especially those that are filled with as much love as you and Byeongkwan have,” she adds zipping the bag up. “Mum it’s complicated and a lot more then you think,” you said pouting her way. “Do you think I’m blind Y/N, you know better then anyone, my mind is as open as a Korean mum should avoid. But I see, hear and look at everything you’ve let me see, and those things you’ve tried to hide,” she paused with seriousness in her tone. “I know your with all of them, I don’t know how it started, why it’s still continuing, but I know enough to know you love all of those men,” she adds with her hands on your shoulder as you let your eyes water. “I also know that your in love with that man, you just haven’t realised that yet,”, “mum,” you whine cutting her off. “No don’t mum me, Y/N Byeongkwan’s crazy about you, don’t waste a good relationship. Because when you talk about him your face lights up different then when you talk about the others,” she adds with seriousness behind her eyes.

The car journey home was dead silent between the music on the radio, you was in deep thought at your mothers words. Did you really behave different around Byeongkwan as you did to the others? Was her thoughts biased? She loved attention and Byeonkwan fed into that, where the others didn’t.

You knew Byeongkwan’s own thoughts was mulling on your words earlier and guilt attacked once more.

Placing your hand on his thick muscular thighs you smiled at him warmly. He smiled looking your way briefly but his eyes return to the steering wheel with pain etched on his face remaining. “I’m sorry Byeongkwan if I upset you earlier,” you added sheepishly. “It’s ok your right we’re both just tired, you’ve had a very exhausting ten days,” he said above the music. “It’s been a good ten days though,” you smiled cherishing every great memory that the guys had gifted you with. “I think we’re all impatient to return to the flowerless part of the pact,” Byeongkwan adds with a smile not quite reaching his eyes. “Yeah, I suppose,” you say turning to look out the window. His words equally hurting you to hear.

“You staying for a coffee?” You asked almost pleadingly as he finished bringing in the last of your things that he packed in the car, before your trip to your family. “I’d love to but I’ve got a schedule,” he smiled briefly. “Oh, well,” you paused sounding awkward as he looked away from you. “Well work well, fighting,” you mustered, managing to say with enthusiasm, earning you his warm real smile. “Speak soon yeah,” you pout as he pulled you in for a hug letting his chin rest above your head. “You know we will,” he says kissing your crown before leaving.

‘Having a belated party tomorrow now all my friends are free, if your up for it.’

Was the message on your phone, like Chan had suddenly noticed that you was now home and dateless.

‘Sounds good.’

You added before you unpacked from your Christmas vacation.

You was just plucking your painted lips in the mirror when the door went. You smiled despite being puzzled when you saw Junhee stood there, his cheeks flushed red. “What you doing here?” You asked smiling as he struggled to contain his erection that was evidently against his pants. “I thought I’d drive you to mine, it’s not like this is healthy weather for you to walk in,” he smiled as he stood in the doorway as you walked to collect your items. “That’s really thoughtful thanks Junhee,” you said behind as you heard his footstep catch up. “Anytime, plus I thought it be nice to see you,” he added as you turned to him slightly amused. “But I’m going to see you tonight anyway,” you added putting your jacket on. “Yeah with everyone else, I always get left to last dibs,” he said frowning which hurt to hear. “What are you saying Park Junhee, you got first dibs on the dates,” you said throwing your arms behind his neck. “Pure luck,” he added gloomily as he’s warm fanned breath hit your face. “Junhee your not last dibs, not to me anyway,” you reassured him before you let your lips press to his.

You let the kisses get lost as you felt his hands fondle your ass. Deeply panting as he withdrew from you, you smiled his way. “I keep telling you all I don’t have favourites, your all special to me,” you added rubbing the red stain on his lips away. “But if the pact ended and you had to choose I wouldn’t be in the end run would I?” He asked tilting his head.

“That’s never going to happen, I know things are weird right now, but you would be in as much chance as the rest of them,” you reassured him. Your heart hurt thinking that he had believed that he was less important. He was the guy who tried to be sensible and that you had fun breaking the barriers with.

“Plus I’d rather just move away then be forced to choose,” you added as Junhee’s face dropped. “You’d do what?” He stuttered looking confused. “Do you know how much I love you all? Do you think I’d let myself come between your friendship?,” you said pursing your lips. “Y/N do you really think we would want to lose you in our life just because we get a little confused?” He threw at you as you breathed in deeply. “Do you think that after that first night us guys didn’t sit down and think of all the things that could or would happen if this went wrong? Because we did talk in detail all day long,” he added. “Do you think that we’re all blind to how each of us feel? Well your wrong I know who fell for you first, who loves you hard, who loves you silently, who wishes they didn’t love you, and who just try’s so hard to pretend that they don’t,” Junhee added as your eyes widened. “Which ones you?” You asked intrigued. “If you can’t tell me your favourite then I can’t tell you which ones me,” he smirks. “But you know that each one has,” , “I know, we all do, we’ve all spoken,” Junhee added sounding pained.

“So you have these meetings without me?” You question sounding a little annoyed. “We’re brothers and best friends of course we do, our survival, our groups survival depends on honesty,” Junhee explained as you bit your lips nervously. “But how can you explain if you don’t know how I feel,” you added as he smiled. “What that your scared of this ending badly, ending completely. That your hurt losing your best friend, hurt that you can’t get commitment so you dig your head into the sand,” he said almost a whisper. “I also know there is one of us you love so much your too scared to even acknowledge let alone admit to,” he added with his eyes widening. “Ridiculous,” you added taking your focus to your hand as you made the way to the door. “See you don’t want to push to think because your scared,” he added as your hand rested on the front door handle. “Junhee we’re be late, can we just drop this nonsense,” you added in almost a growl, knowing deep down he was right and not wanting to be pushed. “That’s what I thought,” Junhee added a little annoyed that you wanted to escape this confrontation of your emotions.

Like Byeongkwan the day prior the car journey was silent. It felt like the same then Byeongkwan’s situation that you had somehow done the same to Junhee. His hands refusing to hold you on your arrival made you hold back the tears that was threatening.

When you walked in to the apartment it was full with other visitors, some you recognised, some you didn’t. But your heart stopped when the view you was met with was Yuchan with someone you didn’t even know. His arms was wrapped around her neck, eyes totally devoured by the beauty he was holding. You recognised the look of his lust filled eyes, like he was hungry. His hands left her neck to find her hands tearing her towards his room. There was no mistake Chan had found someone else to meet those needs. “Y/N,” you heard the familiar sound of Seoham reach your ears, you smiled into his warmth glow. “I didn’t realise you was coming, your normally Donghun’s friend right?” You queried. “What am I not allowed to share friends with him,” Seoham sniggered. “Sorry that must have come across rude, I apologise,” you said softly. “As you know Chan’s one of Donghun’s adopted children so obviously we’ve met several times,” he added. You realised how stupid you was to forget the obvious. That Donghun’s friends would know those that was important to Donghun and Chan was important to him also.

“Sorry slow moment,” you criticised yourself as he laughed shaking his head. “So what’s the score with the situation?” he asked intrigued. “Three aren’t talking to me, two are god knows where,” you smiled. “Donghun needs a shake,” Seoham said smirking. “He’s not the one ignoring me, well not to my knowledge anyway,” you added smiling. “Oh well at least he’s behaving,” he said looking pleased his friend wasn’t pushing you away again. “Do you want a drink, you can tell me all your woes,” Seoham smirked as you nodded.

Your eyes raked the room when you found Junhee, Donghun, Sehyoon & Byeongkwan. The four was huddled beneath the crowd deep in conversation, from there expressions it seemed serious. Sehyoon’s eyes found yours as they filled with pain as he tilted his head, like he was trying to read your thoughts.

“So which one?” Seoham said startling you as your thoughts and attention broke from the guys. “Which what?” You asked looking confused as he handed you the beer he had brought over. “Which ones ignoring you, because I would say that there’s more then three,” he added as you looked to him confused. “What makes you think it’s all of them?” You ask. “Well it looks like a committee meeting there and the way there looking, it’s clearly over you,” Seoham scoffed drinking down his beer. “They’ve all declared there feelings for me,” you said as Seoham choked on his drink. “Even Donghun?” He asked with a cracked voice. “Even Donghun,” you replied letting your eyes fall to the guys who had left there location. Your eyes roamed the room with them at no sight.

“Which ones do you know are ignoring you?” Seoham asked. “Chan told me he didn’t want this pact because he didn’t want to lose my friendship,” you said taking a swig. “Well that’s protecting his heart not ignoring you,” Seoham said smiling with his eyes twinkling under the party lights. “And the other two?” He asked with a slight smirk. “Byeongkwan’s been off with me since we had to come home,” you said pursing your lips. “Why would he be upset and ignoring you then?” He quizzed. “Him and my mum has this banter about me and him having kids and getting married. I was a bit mean yesterday morning and told him it’s not fair to my mother as he can’t commit anyway,” you replied watching Seoham’s eyes fill with surprise. “What annoyed you more the future life he explained or the him not being able to give you those dreams,” Seoham asked. “Erm, I don’t know,” you replied feeling your heart thump with the sudden quizzing. He saw the panic in your face as he smiled softly. “And the third one,” he asked as you bit your lips slightly. “Junhee just earlier, I don’t even understand that one myself,” you added grimacing. “Or do you mean you don’t want to understand?” He added looking in his empty bottle. “So which one’s your favourite?” Seoham smirks pushing himself through the silence. “Myself,” you add hastily causing him to chuckle. “Your not an option are you,” he sniggers. “Well you have to love yourself first,” you hit back confidently. “Well can I argue Donghun’s case?” He asks smirking. “Who’s to say he needs his case addressing,” you smirk back with a wink on the hope to end his pursuing of the issue. “Really?” Seoham replies sounding excited at this revelation. “Well he is rather fun to play games with, what’s not to love,” you say playfully, despite actually meaning those words. Donghun’s ability to play games was what always brought excitement in the pact.

“So it’s Donghun?” You hear the broken voice behind you. You turn to find Sehyoon looking hurt, he’s normally so strong at holding his emotions, but he suddenly looks broken. “No, No that’s not what I,” you cry putting your hand in panic to his chest. “It’s ok Y/N, it’s ok,” Sehyoon smiles and you could believe him if it wasn’t for the gulp he had to quench before spilling those words. “Sehni,” you cried, “it’s fine I wanted to talk to you anyway, when I wrote that text I was just drunk that’s all,” he smiled. You blinked in his view. “And what I said at my sisters it was just, you know emotions got to me,” he explained.

Your blood was slowly beginning to boil at his confession. “I don’t understand?” You said holding your hands on to his collar that startled him slightly. “Y/N I don’t have any feelings for you. When I thought about it, I was just losing myself into something that actually wasn’t quite me,” he added, his eyes finding yours. “So you said it and realised you didn’t mean it?” You questioned confused. “Sehni,” jIU screamed out breaking his attention. “Look better go,” he smiled, “but wait Donghun,” , “it’s ok, secrets safe with me,” Sehyoon smiled as he made his way to jiU who looked too comfortable around his arms for your liking.

“Ok well that didn’t go that well did it,” Seoham scoffed. “No shit Sherlock,” you groaned closing your eyes with frustration. “So I guess Donghun doesn’t get your vote,” Seoham whispered. “Don’t be stupid,” you spat out with annoyance that made his eyes widen. “Sorry I hate this,” you moan as he opens his arms for you to fall into. “I think I should go home, I’m really not feeling it tonight,” you moan into Seoham’s arms. “Do you want me to drive you back?” he asked resting his chin on your head. “You’ve been drinking,” you replied closing your eyes enjoying the comfort of Seoham’s hold. “This is alcohol free,” he smiled holding the bottle to your eye sight. “I’ve got an important audition tomorrow,” he explained. “Ok, then yes please,” you said as he took your hand leaving the party with you.

On the journey home any mention of the guys was absent as you laughed and joked. You was surprised and then felt guilty to not know he was also an idol, but an inspiring actor too. He had even taken his jacket off for you to help keep you warm, blaming the crappy heating in the car. He made sure you got to the front door safely once arriving.

“Thanks Seoham I appreciate you being my escape supporter,” you chuckled. “Anytime Y/N, Im happy to rescue you when ever you need rescuing,” he smiled contently. “I haven’t got your number though,” you pouted playfully. “Phone,” he smirked with his open palm. You obliged watching him dial his number in to pass back to you. “Now you have no excuse,” he smiled. “Thanks,” you said leaning up on your toes towards him to press a kiss on his cheeks. “Anytime Y/N,” he said blushing. “Get in before you freeze to death,” Seoham chuckled as you obeyed.

It had taken seconds to realise what he had typed his name under.

‘Your rescuer,’

You smirked shaking your head as you made your way in to the living room. You went to take your jacket off realising you had his jacket as well.

‘Hi my sweet Rescuer you left your jacket behind,’

You typed smiling as you brushed your thumb over the material.

‘It’s ok I’ll pop over tomorrow for it, get some sleep,’

You once again obeyed, letting the events of that night fade away.

You was woken to the door banging heavily as you rush from your bed to answer. You found Donghun looking a little less pleased with you as he stormed his way in.

“Donghun,” you squeal feeling self conscious with your rough bed hair and soft flannel pyjamas. “So I told you how I feel about me being insanely jealous, and you go home with Seoham,” he spits out. His jealousy sounding cute encouraged you to laugh which made him dead pan your way. “Go on count you know you want to,” you whisper as you make your way to the living room. “Don’t be Smart Y/N I’m hurting,” Donghun said sounding in pain which ripped through you. “I’m sorry but you guys ignored me all he did was drive me home. There was no reason to get jealous,” you said pulling your knees into you.

“That hug was very much reason to get jealous,” Donghun whined as he sat beside you. “Plus I wasn’t ignoring you, I went to talk to you and you pretty much ran out with one of my closest friends,” he added showing his vulnerability. “Donghun he just gave me a lift that’s all,” you said nudging him. “Did you want me to come home alone?” You asked as he shook his head. “Donghun there’s nothing going on with Seoham, I promise,” you smiled placing yourself in his lap. “I’m sorry I didn’t wait for you,” you said kissing his jawline. “Y/N I can barely cope with you sleeping with the guys, please don’t complicate the pact with an outsider,” Donghun said cupping your face. “Seoham’s your friend he’s hardly an outsider,” you said fluttering your eyes watching his smile return. “He’s an outsider to our pact,” Donghun said taking the opportunity for a quick peck against your lips. You brush your nose against his that makes him pull your hair back. His lips suckling against your skin as he bites in, making his claim.

You get lost in the moment of kissing and marking when your interrupted by your phone. Donghun breaks the kiss as you let it ring. “There leave a voice message,” you whisper letting your lips fall to his letting a few more seconds of kisses pass. “Who is it?” Donghun ask breaking the kiss again with annoyance. “Does it matter this is our time isn’t it,” you grin with your finger under his chin. But his eyes fall to the other side of the room before looking to you with furrowed brows.

His eyes fall to the phone as he brushes you off his lap. “I know we’re not together, but what hurts so badly is when you lie to me,” he growls standing up. “What?” You cry confused standing too as your phone rings off again. He grabs your phone flipping it to the caller as he listens silently. “Donghun what the fuck,” you growl. “You think you have the nerve to say that to me,” he said tossing the phone to the sofa. “Who was it then?” You questioned getting upset at his outbursts. “Don’t pretend you don’t know?” He growls shaking in what your sure is a mixture of fear and anger. “Well if I did I wouldn’t have asked?” You say with equal annoyance. “The same guy who’s jacket is sitting over there, the same guy who you was all over last night, the same guy that you said nothing was going on but down on your phone as Rescuer and trying to ring you,” he growls as his voice shakes.

You stand backwards thoroughly pissed off with his biting jealousy. “That’s what you think yes?” You ask him as he looks at you with his eyes widened in fear. “Do you think that we would both do that to you?” You question into his silence. “Then you clearly never thought that highly of me,” you said with tears threatening. “Looks like your right Donghun, this was all going to turn to tears,” you said holding them at bay as you chose to focus on anger. “Y/N,” he chokes with vulnerability on his face but you don’t care. “Please can you leave Donghun,” you ask standing out his way. “Take that jacket, pass it to your friend and thank him for lending me it. He can get it from you instead of me now,” you said letting a couple of tears fall down your eyes.

“Y/N I just want answers, I don’t want to be lied to,” Donghun said softly realising he pushed the line. “And I told you I didn’t, but guess you don’t think that much of me to think I would go off with your friends,” you said bitterly. “So please leave,” you asked as his eyes searched yours. “It’s ok I won’t bother any of you again,” you added regretting the words instantly. “Is that what you want? For the pact to end? he asked looking lost. “Yes,” you whispered feeling your heart squeeze in your chest. Tears dripping from Donghun’s eyes he nodded as he made his way passed you. The second the door shut, your heart broke. Was it really the end? Was your relationship, your friendship with them now non existent.

The weeks that followed you ignored if not all of your calls, especially the guys and Seoham’s. The texts unread and the door unanswered when they knocked. The volume of your tv being higher then there screams and pleads through your door.

Even the tv presenters voices muffling there cries couldn’t hide the sadness in there voice. Though you wanted to run to them, hold them tight, turn the clocks back. You knew that there own friendship, the very group you loved couldn’t survive the anguish of not being chosen. Sadly you knew making a choice was the only option left, the pact being very much dead.

The Calls, Texts and House visits slowly trickled down. Though you was sad that you successfully managed to destroy the friendship you shared, you took great comfort watching them on there lives, a combined unit. You knew right that second you had protected them and the group they cherished so much.

It had almost been a month since you had gone silent over them when your boss sent you to the cafe for a food run for there business meeting. You knew it was the same cafe that the guys used, you prayed that they had a long schedule and that your paths didn’t cross. When you left the building you signed a breath of relief despite your achy heart missing them so much.

When you bumped into the very person you was trying to avoid.

“Y/N,” he cried as pain engulfed his features. Your heart thundering under confusion and equal agony of seeing him again. “Please don’t ignore me,” Yuchan said with sorrowful eyes. “I’m really busy right now,” you said showing him your load of boxes of sandwiches. “I can see,” he smirked that had your breath hitch. “But if this is the only time I can get you to talk to me, then I’m going to be selfish and say I don’t care,” he said as you bite your lips. “Y/N I hate this, I miss you so very much,” he cried showing the pain on his features. “You didn’t miss me much when you jumped into your bed with that girl at your party,” you bite back filled with jealousy you didn’t deserve to have. “Is that what this is all over? I’m confused, we ended things, we was going to be friends and you get upset that I was with someone else?” He questioned with a puzzled expression. “No it’s not just because of that,” you said frowning at him from the top of the boxes that was heavy all of a sudden. “Then what because we’re all baffled, well minus Donghun, I think he’s worked out why your ignoring him,” Chan said grimacing. “I’m not ignoring you all Chan, I’m just very busy and now the pact is now dead I don’t have to prioritise you guys anymore,” you said rather bitterly. “We don’t want to be your priority, we want to be friends and especially me who’s been your friend like forever,” he said hurt. “Chan I’m really going to be late,” you said closing your eyes trying to avoid the tears that wanted to fall. “I’ll leave you be if you promise to set aside time to talk, just with me if that is the case. We’re still friends aren’t we?” He asked pleadingly. “Yes Yuchan we’re still friends,” you breathed out biting your lips. “Then please meet with me,” he cried. “Fine tonight,” you relented. His smile on his face lit up and you couldn’t help but smile at his expressions.

Your palms was sweaty when the door went, you answered feeling your heart thunder. Your cheeks so red you couldn’t even look him in the eyes as you open the door without a glance and walked hoping he would follow. However, you was filled with rage when you turned back around to find he was entering with the others. “What,” you cried, “you promised me,” you whined feeling the betrayal as you found Donghun’s pained expression. “We need to speak before this gets out of control,” Sehyoon said wincing slightly. “There isn’t much to talk about, the pacts come to an end, I’ve been busy so we’ve not had time to talk,” you added feeling vulnerable. “And that’s why your annoyed that we’ve come with Chan?” Junhee adds. You purse your lips and continue walking to the living room with the guys following.

You sat on the sofa hugging a pillow, wishing that the world would collapse so this conversation didn’t take place. Chan followed sitting by your side, his eyes refusing to take yours. “Why have you ignored us?” Byeongkwan said sitting down the other side, his eyes looking swollen that you could see he had been crying. “Please don’t lie, be honest,” he said pleading that hurt. “We can’t save our friendship if you can’t be honest at the very least,” Donghun said biting his lip.

“You all ignored me or did you forget the meeting at the party you invited me to,” you said looking at each one of them. “We wasn’t ignoring you Y/N, we was worried because our emotions had pushed you away,” Byeongkwan replied. “We all told you how we felt and we should have known that a relationship was something you was scared of,” Junhee added. “I’m scared of what?” You laughed feeling extra confused. “Commitment, it terrifies you,” Chan said his eyes widening. “Kang Yuchan may I remind you, you was the guy who ended the pact because he was scared of his emotions, and you say I’m scared of commitment,” you sniggered amused beneath the annoyance of there accusation. “Your scared to commit, we’re scared because we’re not allowed to commit, that’s not the same thing Y/N,” Chan replied. “Not allowed to commit but yet you’ve all asked for the opportunity to go further then the pact,” you snort as you struggle to hold the laughter building. “Since when was rules for not breaking,” Byeongkwan added with a little mischief in his eyes. “Right you guys are confusing me so much right now.” You scoff. “Your scared because your not allowed to commit, yet you pretty much proposed to me,” you added. The guys looking at him as he reddened. “Not quite a proposal, but a promise,” he replied.

“Y/N how are you feeling?” Sehyoon added changing the tactic of the conversation. “Annoyed right now if I’m honest,” you added as he smiled. “Why?” He asked as you raised an eyebrow. “Because you’ve come here telling me I’m ignoring you because I’m scared of commitments when your the one’s scared. Call it scared because your not allowed if you want but your the one’s scared not me,” you rant, watching his features not change. “What makes you think that your not scared too?” He asked like some sort of councillor. “Because I love all of you that didn’t scare me at all, I only got scared when you guys started looking like your friendship and the group could be affected,” you added. “So you are scared,” he smirked amused as your words got caught in your throat. Sehyoon smile rose deeper, “So your not scared of commitment, your scared of the fallout any commitment could have on us?” He asked as you nodded. “Is that why you pushed Byeongkwan away?” He asked as you looked his way, his eyes heavy focused on the conversation you and Sehyoon was having. “It’s why I said something in a heated moment which he got upset with, yes,” you replied. Byeongkwan went to talk but Sehyoon held his hand out to stop his words. “What about Junhee?” Sehyoon asked. “I honestly don’t know he was awkward with me in the car,” you added looking at him as he looked annoyed your way. Sehyoon repeated the same actions he did to Byeongkwan earlier.

“Me,” he asks with a raised brow. “What?” You questioned a little confused. “We know why you pushed Donghun and Chan away but Why you pushing me away?” He questions as you blink while your throat closes up. “You told me lies on our date,” you said as pain from his words attacked. “What if I told you I said that I took those words back, because I was saving my ego when I mistook you for choosing Donghun?” He questioned. “But how was I suppose to know that you was wrongly taking those words back, do you know how much you hurt me?” You cried tears threatening.

“Can me and Byeongkwan add our input?” Junhee asked as Sehyoon nodded. “I felt and wrongly presumed, Byeongkwan too that your outbursts towards us was because you didn’t want us,” Junhee said looking a little lost. “I would love nothing but to be able to choose one of you. Do you not think I didn’t think of what a relationship would feel like during our Christmas dates. But I can’t, I can’t choose, I won’t be responsible for the damage that will follow,” you add looking at each one of them.

“You push us each away because you was in fear of choosing?” Junhee asked as you shook your head. “Y/N lie to us all you like, but it’s yourself your lying to the most,” he added. “Y/N do you love any of us?“ Donghun asked as you looked at him. “I love every single one of you,” you added. “We love you, we’re willing to break rules with you,” Byeongkwan said almost pleadingly. “We’re even willing to step back and be happy if it’s not us chosen,” Chan added. “Without jealousy, well after a short while anyway,” Donghun added chuckling.

“Don’t pretend you wasn’t in here crying missing us because I heard the tears,” Sehyoon added with a smirk. “We’re willing to break the rules with you Y/N and we’re willing to take that risk, we’re even help hide you both if it isn’t us you choose,” Sehyoon says as you bite your lips. “But you need to be honest that there is a favourite,” Junhee said softly as you closed your eyes. “Even if you realise it and don’t tell us or go further with us, you need to at least acknowledge for yourself there is a special one in your heart,” he added. “But know your not losing us even as friends we won’t let it happen,” Chan said pressing his hand to yours. “So if you can’t get rid of us, and the pact is now dead, you might as well go further with at least one of us,” Byeongkwan adds smirking that makes you smile warmly at him.

“It’s Valentine’s Day next week,” Donghun says smiling. “A good day to tell someone your madly in love with them,” he adds looking lust filled in his eyes. “Remember you got plane tickets to Paris as well,” Byeongkwan adds smiling warmly. “We should leave her to challenge her thoughts,” Chan says standing up, the other’s following.

You watched as they nodded smiling as they left, each of them throwing a pleading smile your way.

Could you choose one of them? Could you trust that they wouldn’t fall out once you did choose.

Junhee was loving, kind and collective, but also very supporting of you with your own life goals. He also was very romantic and you enjoyed getting to know the romantic side of him.

Donghun was jealous beneath his strong stance and actually quite the cuddly sweetie. Yet beneath that he had a hard edge and you had to admit you had enjoyed his sexual games.

Sehyoon was very much the protecter but also the most reasonable member that he was able to listen to any issues. Yet he was very unreadable and subtly showing you how precious you was to him. You acknowledged he would be the easiest person to hide a relationship with.

Byeongkwan was the one you knew who loved hard, you was sure he loved you before the pact even happened, his passion and devotion was powerful.

Chan was your best friend, he had the highest sex drive of them all, he knew you inside and out. Yet you worried he would get lost beneath the sexual life of a relationship and not mature enough for the relationship side of things. Though as you had grown over the years, surely he could learn in a relationship with you.

Could you really choose one?

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It was Valentine’s Day and you woke late feeling really low. You, like the guys, had taken some leave in case Y/N chose you. You looked at the side of your room at your Suitcase all packed Incase it was you she chose. You had received a message the night before saying she was still weighing her options. Having seen her with the others you felt your own relationship couldn’t compare to them. Though Y/N had tried to reassure you, your insecurity wouldn’t let her words plunder through your fears. The way she pushed you away that day before the party. The tone when you pushed her, hurt more then anything. You knew you shouldn’t have sulked, you shouldn’t have presumed that she didn’t want any of you. Maybe if you hadn’t called them over to discuss the issue, then maybe she wouldn’t have left the party.

How did you let yourself become consumed with emotion for her? If you was honest you couldn’t even remember when it went from pact to emotional, but you knew it was before the romantic date. Hearing Chan feel that way too and had ran, you knew the pact was in trouble. You didn’t want your words to collapse it but you needed her to know, so if there was a chance of something it would be able to go somewhere.

Your phone blinged from the bedside table, your heart got stuck in your throat. It was Y/N, she had chosen.

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“Come on snap out of it,” Sangwon scoffed at you as you got lost in your little world of your own. “Look if she rings that’s great but if not there’s others out there,” he added trying to help you out from your moping. “We both know I won’t be getting that message,” you scoffed. “Says who? She knows your passive aggressive about the things you love, she wouldn’t have even sent that message yesterday if you wasn’t an option,” he said a little more supportive. “You should be more concerned with how your going to cope with the jealousy,” Sangwon added smirking slightly that irked you. “Either way jealousy if she picks someone else but the jealousy if she picks you,” he smirks to your frown which turns to confusion. “Donghun she was fucking and loving the others. When you find her joking with Chan for instance, you was sure you wouldn’t let that mind wander,” he said as your stomach churned. “Of course it’ll be hard for a while, but Y/N’s not that type of girl,” you bit out. Sangwon smirked which made your eyes roll as your phone pinged.

Sangwon dashing to it before you could. “Ooooh it’s Y/N,” he smiled passing it to you, but you couldn’t touch it. Your stomach swelling with pain from the burning anxiety, what if she didn’t choose you?

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The others had thought you was the calm and collective member, but inside you was dying. The amount of times you sped to the bathroom to stare in the mirror imagining the outcome from the day. You was slowly losing your mind as you was unraveling. If only you didn’t confuse her and Seoham’s conversation you could have pulled her into your arms. It should have been you that took her home, you wouldn’t have let her be confused.

Maybe when you told her how you felt, you should have been honest. You should have told her that you was willing to crash and burn the group just to have her in your arms. But you knew she would guiltily blame her self and you would rather have had those guilty thoughts then inflict that on her. Once you had heard that Chan had ended the pact your heart had sunk, you felt the end. Especially as Byeongkwan had confided in you that he wanted to marry her if you was both single when the stipulation was removed. When Junhee had admitted to expressing his emotions, you almost messaged her too. But when you overheard Donghun’s plea that was it, your last resolve snapping. You had loved her the very second your eyes had fallen on her, there was no way you was losing the chance to be with her.

Hearing Byeongkwan’s cry’s from the other side of the door brought your attention back as you looked down on the phone still in your hand. You was lost in thought so much you didn’t realise she text. You was too scared to open it.

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Normally you practice at work, but you was on leave and your heart was aching so much you needed to burn some energy. Nothing helped keep your mind busy then busting dance moves. Everyone was out, but Junhee who was moping in his room and Sehyoon who was hiding in the bathroom trying to pep talk himself. You hated how as friends you was all clinging to the call as if it was an audition. But Y/N was just as important, if not more, she was worth what ever the future threw, even if it wasn’t you she chose. Those beautiful eyes of hers capturing you the second you both met, you didn’t once think of her romantically or even sexually even though you heavily flirted. But the second she mentioned the pact, you felt your future widen with them. Her weary eyes as she tiredly let you finish yourself when she was beyond exhaustion. You imagined what it felt like to have a woman besotted with you. You realised in that second that the pact was a mistake, the promise you have was thrown out. You didn’t even care to hide it, ignoring Donghun’s warnings, letting your hands enjoy her in romantic clinches. Christmas was the best idea you had let become fruitful. You just felt guilty for allowing your insecurity that she couldn’t see you romantically when she bit out at your commitment issues. Wishing you didn’t jump to the conclusion that you was just unlovable.

You whimpered when your phone blinged, was you ready to see the answer?

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You was exhausted from the emotions that you let slip in as you walked the same route that you had gone with her just a couple weeks back. Your eyes falling to the green grass recovered from the snow as your eyes found the park toilets. Your dick responded for you as you rolled your eyes at its reaction. It was at this very spot when you realised you had fallen in love with your best friend. The way she looked at you, the way your body responded and it was more then your cock, it was your heart expanding. You had pushed your self away scared and terrified but in the lift not long after you realised it was too late, you had fallen. Between the excitement you was terrified, you knew your friendship was tainted after that. It didn’t matter who entertained you afterwards, they was Y/N every-time.

Why had you walked into the pact so easily, why did you even let them meet her, jealousy biting you for a brief moment that brought guilt. How could you blame your hyungs.

You heard the phone bleep in your pockets, you didn’t even need to check it to know it was her. But you wasn’t ready, not yet as you walked into the very toilets. Beneath the stench, your cock hardened and in need of Y/N.

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Your heart was thundering as you looked at your suitcase. You had worked out who you had chosen just hours after they had left. It had been obvious as soon as you sat down and thought hard. Just you needed to be sure and dwell on it for the week. You almost messaged them last night to tell them but you couldn’t do it, the future terrifying you. How could you hide a relationship? Just because they wanted to risk it, could you? What if the guys couldn’t hold there jealousy? Would your future with the rest of them be tarnished like you feared. It was those fears that had your heart in your mouth as you pre wrote to each of them.

Your throat closing when you messaged each one in a hurried copy and paste, Incase they was together when they received it.

You left his message till the last and was shaking almost violently in fear when you pressed send.

Looking at the entrance less then an hour later after checking into the private lounge, You was nervously waiting for his appearance. But when you saw him it was like all your worry’s was taken away as your lips fell on his plump ones, wasting no time to fall into his arms.

“How soon do we tell your mum?” He teases as your kisses falls apart. “Shut up,” you whisper as you pull him back hungry for more, but he pulls himself back. “Hey we promised her a summer wedding,” He said wiggling his finger with the beer can ring on the tip of his wedding finger. You smiled so hard you felt your muscles ache, he was so sweet and goofy. “Kim Byeongkwan it’s going to be hard hiding a girlfriend let alone a wife,” you scoff. “I’m game if you are,” he teases as he holds your hands making you feel content.

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NSFW HEADCANNON OF THE DAY!

MUSIC MEISTER

TW: Sexual Themes, Exhibitionsm, Masturbation, Gentle Femdom, Cum

Well, Music Meister may be a pretty eccentric man, but he's a passionate guy. He creates nicknames for you like baby, love, my lady.

It will depend a lot on his mood and his hair. He has a unique way of loving which when we talk about more intimate moments can include.

Exhibitionsm:

It's to be expected, have you looked at him?

With your consent of course he will touch you in public, which could range from holding your hand and maybe kissing you to sex, yes, sex.

He could masturbate you in public with no problem, penetrate you in public, push you to your limit.

And that would make him feel that he is not only powerful but also loved.

Maybe this young villain never thought of having someone wanting him so badly that would let him fuck you in front of anyone, even the Justice League.

Another type he likes is windows or glass doors, he will fuck you from behind against a window in the most desperate and dramatic way you can envision, your moans echoing in his head, but in yours all there is the sound of the man who is giving you so much pleasure.

Gentle Femdom:

As much as he acts like he always feels 100% confident and awesome all the time, well it's not true, nobody is iron not even the great Music Meister.

So please praise him, kiss his pathetic face until he doesn't think terrible things about himself anymore.

He is an expressive lover, he wants you to know that you are loved and desired, he will kiss your thighs, your feet. You naked, in his bed perhaps with only thin sheets covering your body, he would gently uncover you and in return you would say “Good boy, come closer. I want to touch you.”

And then the hypnotist would become hypnotized, the man crawling on the bed until he was between your legs and answering "Yes my Angel of Music."

With you on top putting his face against your chest or fucking him from the side while touching and kissing his whole body is perfect.

In more everyday moments he would go all melted if you pleased him with unexpected touches.

Hug him from behind when he's planning to destroy someone, kiss the back of his head or neck when he's explaining a new idea to you, caress his waist, rub his thighs and even his ass.

It's fun to see him blush.

PTBR

Bem, Music Meister pode ser um homem bem excêntrico, mas é um cara apaixonado.

Ele cria apelidos para você como baby, amor, minha lady. Vai depender muito do humor e do cabelo dele.

Tendo um jeito único de amar, que quando falamos de momentos mais íntimos pode incluir.

 Exhibitionsm:

É de se esperar, já olhou para ele? 

Com o seu consentimento é claro ele lhe tocari em público, o que poderia ir desde segurar a sua mão e talvez beija-la até sexo, sim, sexo.

Ele poderia te masturbar em público sem problema algum, penetrar em você em público, te fazer chegar ao seu limite.

E isso o faria sentir que não é apenas poderoso, mas também amado.

Talvez  esse jovem vilão nunca pensou em ter alguém que o desejasse tanto ao ponto de o deixar te foder na frente de qualquer um, até na frente da Liga da Justiça.

Outro tipo que ele gosta é janelas ou portas de vidro, ele vai te foder por trás contra uma janela da maneira mias desesperada e dramática que você consiga visualizar, seus gemidos ecoando na cabeça dele, mas na sua tudo que há é o som da voz do homem que está lhe dando tanto prazer.

Gentle Femdom:

Por mais que ele aja como sempre se sentisse 100% confiante e incrível o tempo todo, bem, não é verdade, ninguém é de ferro nem mesmo o grande Music Meister.

Então por favor, o elogie, beije o rosto patético dele até ele não pensar mais coisas terríveis dele mesmo.

Ele é um amante expressivo, ele quer que você saiba que é amada e desejada, ele vai beijar suas coxas, seus pés, você nua, na cama dele talvez tendo apenas finos lençóis cobrindo seu corpo, ele lhe descobriria delicadamente e em troca você lhe diria “Bom garoto, chegue mais perto. Quero lhe tocar.”

E então o hipnotizador se tornaria hipnotizado, o homem engatinhando na cama até se por no meio das suas pernas e lhe responder “Sim meu Anjo da Música.”

Com você por cima colocando o rosto dele contra o seu peito ou o fodendo de lado enquanto toca e beija o corpo dele todo é perfeito.

Em momentos mais cotidianos ele ficaria todo derretido se você o agradasse com toques inesperados.

O abrace por trás quando ele estiver planejando destruir alguém, beije a nuca ou o pescoço dele quando ele estiver explicando uma ideia nova para você, acaricie a cintura dele, esfregue suas coxas e até sua bunda. É divertido vê-lo ficar vermelho.    

[maribellec]

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Intro | Masterlist | Alpha/Beta Requests | Author Recs

Intro

Hi, my name is Maribelle C. and I am a writer and reader of all things smutty. I made this tumblr for promotional purposes of my writing, favorite books, and other smut* related items!

Don’t be shy hit me up--or read my stuff! You can find everything in this masterpost!

*Please note that most of my work is for adults only.

Masterlist

Archive of Our Own | Asian Fanfics

KPOP

Chanyeol x Mirai { Tiny & Gigantor } FxM

Infatuation (BandMember!Chanyeol, Neighbor!Mirai)

Morning (18+ Only)

Cute Guy Alert

Love in Aquaria: The Bodyguard and the Hermit Witch (18+ Only, BodyGuard!Chanyeol, Witch!Mirai)

KNK

Long Enough (College!Youjin/Brother’sLittleSister!OC)

Heat (18+ Only, Youjin/WerewolfFilipina!OC)

Prenuptial Agreement (Prince!Youjin/PrincessFilipina!OC)

Beauty and the Fool (Highschooler!Heejun/BlackF!OC)

In San Francisco (PersonalAssistant!Youjin/BossF!OC)

Sleep Train (Youjin/F!OC)

BAP

Don't Take Overly Friendly Dogs Home (18+ Only, Yongguk/WerewolfF!OC)

Wonho

I Forgot Something (18+ Only, PersonalAssistant!Hoseok/BossF!OC)

Anime

Crossover

When the Worlds Collide (18+ Only, Kakashi/F!OC, SERIES)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Under (18+ Only, DILF!Toji/F!OC)

Sucker (18+ Only, Nanami/F!OC)

It’s All For You (18+ Only, BusinessMan!Nanami/RoommateF!OC)

Record of Ragnarok

No Gods (18+ Only, Qin Shi Huang/FBunnyHybrid!OC)

Video Games

Dynasty Warriors

TBD

Resident Evil

After Hours (18+ Only, Semi-Canon, Carlos Oliveira/Filipina!OC)

Alpha/Beta Requests

I am currently open for both Alpha reading and Beta reading. Please note the difference--Alpha Reading is where I approach your work as a writer, while Beta Reading is where I approach your work as a reader. If you would like me for either, I am currently open for reviewing!

Author/Mangaka Recs

The following are authors that I personally enjoy immensely. I have also linked my recommendations tag. As a reminder, adults only!

Fanfic authors:

dejwrites

hellavile

sukunaslut / sukunababy

DeenaDolly (inactive but I love her so much)

Original authors:

Mariana Zapata (Slow Burn & Age Gap)

Tessa Bailey (Contemporary and Nasty)

Maya Banks (NASTY, NASTY, NASTY)

Sylvia Day (Nasty)

Mangakas:

Umekoppe

Tomomitsu Yamamoto

[jeonghwadaisy]

✨Smut prompts✨

So feel free to suggest whatever you want to me!

I will add more when I come up with stuff, this is just the beginning:

1. “ Didn’t I warn you?”

2. “ Oh you’re going down now”

3. “ Where the hell do you think you’re going, huh?”

4. “ Look. At. Me”

5. “ Tsk tsk, what do we have here?”

6. “ God, do you see what you’re doing to me?”

7. “ That’s it baby, keep going”

8. “ I bet he can’t do this tho”

9. “ You know I don’t go easy on brats”

10. “ Ugh, please, baby I’m begging you”

11. “ You should fix that fucked out face before leaving”

12. “ Oh my, this girl is something else”

13. “ You know very well I didn’t mean to do that!”

14. “ Was I somehow unclear? Get on your knees you slut”

15. “ We���ll see how long you dare to make those sounds”

16. “ Oh this is about to get even more fun honey. Well, atleast for me”

17. “ Daddy told you to wait, so you will wait, understood?”

18. “ I don’t care babygirl, not until you beg”

19. “ You sound so pretty when I’m ruining you”

20. “ Cmere babe, let me make it better”

21. “Don’t try these games with me baby. You know you’ll lose”

22. “ That looks awfully uncomfortable. Why won’t we get rid of it?”

23. “ Please please pleaseeee, I promise I’ll be good from now on”

24. “ Awh baby, no crying will make me go easier on you”

25. “ Shut that pretty mouth and suck me off”