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Bloodlines entwined: VIII | jjk

⤷ having a baby alone was supposed to be easy. but an accidental twist of fate pulled you into a hidden world of werewolves, and ancient bloodlines. navigating your already complicated life becomes even harder as you uncover your past; one tied to a legacy you never knew existed. and in the middle of this chaos stands jungkook, the werewolf king… and the father of your child.

— pairing: werewolf!jungkook x female reader

— genre: strangers to lovers, parents-to-be au, royalty au, werewolves au, soulmates au, angst, fluff, and smut

— rating: 18+

— words: 7,993

— warnings: sexual tension, strong language, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, riding, creampie, nipple play, a lot of teasing, nervousness, mention of death, a looot of crying, mention of murder, grieving, sadness, emotional distress, and dark thoughts

— author’s note: soo my hand is still very much in pain, but slowly throughout the week, i’ve prepared the post because this chapter has been written like 2 weeks ago. I hope i’ll be able to post next week the next chapter because I haven’t been able to work on it at all 😕 This chapter is quite emotional, I cried writing it so be ready for what’s coming 🫣 The chapter is shorter than the previous one, but since it’s a heavy one, I decided to make it shorter 🤗 Hope you’ll enjoy it & let me know what you think ❤️

Chapter VIII: memories of the past

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Sleeping with Jungkook could have been easier if you hadn’t been so much into each other. The bed felt so small with him by your side. And man, you simply couldn’t resist him. You couldn’t resist his leg brushing against yours. You couldn’t resist his strong scent.

You tried to keep your distance, to focus on sleep rather than the way his breathing matched yours, the way his body radiated heat that pulled you closer. But resisting him was useless. His mere presence ignited something deep inside you, something impossible to ignore.

And then there were his arms—strong, inviting. One careless movement, and his hand was resting on your waist, his fingers barely brushing against your skin. A shiver ran down your spine, your heartbeat drumming in your ears.

You turned slightly, just enough to glance at him, and found his dark doe eyes already on you. The dim light caught the sharp angles of his face, the way his lips parted slightly as if he, too, was struggling to fight the pull between you.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to steady yourself. But with Jungkook so close, so intoxicating, you knew sleep would never come easily. His eyes roamed your face, his fingers soothing the skin of your waist, his tongue licking his lips, and his breathing was heavy. It was a matter of seconds before you’d both surrendered to temptation.

And well, before you could even register what was going on, his lips were sealed on yours, kissing you like there was no tomorrow. His hand on your waist pushed you closer to him, the other one was right under your chin to hold you. Your hands found their way to his hair, playing with it.

The kiss was far from being innocent. It was actually those kinds of kisses that only meant one thing. Sex. None of you wanted to stop. You were both craving each other so deeply. You always did. There hadn’t been a second in the past weeks that you didn’t desire this man with your entire soul.

Before you knew it, his cock was buried deep inside you as you were riding him. This was pretty much unexpected, but man, it felt so good. Yuna could come more often if it meant having Jungkook inside you. Your palms rested on his toned chest for leverage as you lifted yourself up and down on his cock.

“Shit,” you gasped.

You were completely drunk in the feeling of his cock filling you up, his hips working in tandem with yours while your arousal dripped down your thighs, pooling around the base of his cock. Jungkook couldn’t help but love the way your body contorted with delight as you were both fucking.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned, his hands holding your waist tighter when your walls squeezed him. “And making such a mess on my cock, sunshine” his deep voice sent shivers down your spine.

At this rhythm, you knew you’d be coming undone at any moment. A desperate moan fell out of your mouth, your nails digging into the skin of the muscles on his chest. Jungkook groaned when you sped up the movement of your hips, the warmth of your walls wrapping around him tighter than before as his hands went up on your body, cupping your breasts in them. He pinched your nipples between his fingers, causing you to moan louder and louder.

“You’re fucking hot, yn,” he groaned. “You’re riding me like you own this dick.”

You could feel his cock twitch inside of you as you rocked your hips at a steady rhythm, your palms still pressed against his toned chest while his hands gripped onto the sheets.

“But I do own Jungkook Junior,” you winked at him.

“You fucking do,” he whispered.

A small moan left your lips when you looked down at him. His wet hair sticking on his face was turning him into an even hotter man. His eyes were staring up at you in that stunning way that showed you how lost in the pleasure he was. His tongue licked his lips as he moaned out your name, tugging at the sheets and thrusting up into you with more urgency each time.

Your walls clenched around his length, squeezing him hard. So far, he had let you set the pace and used him the way you wanted but it was just too slow for him. He craved more so he started thrusting up to you in a harsh way. He went deep inside of you, and you were loving it. He was stretching your insides so much with his rough thrust and it made your whole body tremble. The wave of pleasure inside you had suddenly grown so strong that you felt like you were about to come.

“Gonna cum, Jungkook,” you whimpered.

Your nails sank into his chest, making him groan at the pain and pleasure it gave him. He gripped the sheets harder as he continued to roughly thrust into you.

“Go ahead, sunshine, make a mess for me,” he groaned as he kept thrusting hard.

Those dirty words were all you needed to let go of your orgasm. You were fiercely coming, biting your lower lip to muffle your moans. Your thighs were shaking but he kept thrusting into you while you were completely high from your orgasm. Jungkook was completely loving the way you were creaming his dick.

His pace became more brutal as he was chasing his own orgasm, making the bed creak under you. Your walls kept clenching around him and that was all he needed to come. He closed his eyes, enjoying this moment of release and you were sure he’d never look so sexy.

You collapsed over Jungkook as you both tried to catch your breath for a little while, and you left a lot of kisses on his sweet face. He loved it and he could stay like this forever. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tight in his embrace.

If temporarily living with him meant having sex at 3 am, you would be more than down for it. Then, you broke the hug to clean yourselves because both your arousals were all over you. His dick was covered with his sperm and your juices while those same things were dripping down from your pussy.

Once cleaned and back to being dressed, you fell asleep in each other arms, more than happy to be together.

Hours later, Jungkook told you the Shadows would like to reveal your existence to your grandparents. They also asked him to be the one giving them the news. Obviously, he didn’t want to do it without your approval. He also mentioned that he wanted to do it with you by his side, which meant meeting your grandparents for the first time.

And now, you’re standing in front of their house after four hours of driving. Jungkook is firmly holding your hand while he hears your heart beating extremely fast. He can feel your nervousness radiating through his chest due to the strong bond linking the two of you. But he can’t really do much, except being there for you as he’s been doing for the past three months.

“Everything is going to be fine,” he tells you through thoughts. “I’m right here.”

“What if they don’t want me?” your eyes look up at him.

“Give them some time,” he answers. “This is going to be a shock for them.”

You’re very much aware of that. They thought you died twenty years ago, and now, you’re showing up at their door with a baby on the way. But you’re afraid they might push you away because of your true nature.

“Ready?” he asks.

“Ready,” you answer.

Jungkook knocks at the door, and the second he does it, footsteps are heard on the other side of the door. Your heart pounds faster, your hands squeezing Jungkook’s hand. You’re dying on the inside. This is way more frightening than going through a transformation or finding out that you’re part of the werewolf world.

Those two people are about to discover you’ve been alive all these years.

When the door opens, an old man of around 75 years appears. Your grandfather. The second he sees Jungkook, he bows.

“Your Majesty,” he says with a honey-like voice.

But when his eyes land on your figure, his face falls apart, and he completely freezes. He recognizes you, there’s no room for doubts. People always told you that you were the perfect mix of your parents. Apparently, you look like both of them.

“Is this real?” he finally breaks the silence.

Jungkook speaks for you because you don’t know what to say. You can’t just say ‘Hi grandpa, it’s really me, yn, the granddaughter you thought dead.’

“It is really her,” his voice is low and extremely soft.

Tears form in his eyes, and it completely breaks your heart. You can’t even imagine how he must feel right now. Seconds later, your grandmother comes into vision, and she instantly falls to the ground, tears running down her face.

What you do next catches you by surprise. You get down on your knees to be at her level before you wrap your arms around her. She hugs you back, holding you like she’s holding for dear life. She cries in your embrace, soaking your shirt, but you couldn’t care less. Tears also appear in your eyes, and you let them run down.

Since you were very little, you have desired nothing more than to meet them. Your parents barely talked about them; there was a lot of tension between them because of what they did. But today, your parents’ sins don’t matter anymore. You are finally meeting your grandparents. The werewolf grandparents whose bloods run through your veins. The ones that make you a part of this world.

“Yn,” your grandmother whispers at some point. “My dear granddaughter.”

You hold her tighter as she whispers those words. She’s devastated; you can hear it in her voice. That voice reminds you of your mother’s voice; it was a very similar one. This is, for sure, very comforting.

“I thought you were dead,” she continues. “I thought we had killed you.”

“You didn’t,” you answer. “I’m right here.”

She doesn’t stop crying, her grasp still tight around your body.

“I’m so sorry,” she adds. “I’m so sorry.”

Hearing her apologizing to you breaks your heart beyond comprehension. Is it really her fault? You’re not sure. Your parents were the ones who broke the rules in the first place. Your grandparents didn’t kill your parents, but they could have protected them. They could have protected you. But they didn’t.

However, you can’t blame them. Everybody seems to follow the rules of this universe. Hybrids are forbidden, just like the love between a human and a wolf is. They warned your parents, but they never listened. So it isn’t entirely her fault.

“I’m sorry, yn,” she repeats.

“It’s okay,” you answer.

She doesn’t answer, she only cries more. This reunion isn’t going the way you expected it. You envisioned your grandparents slamming the door at your face, and insulting you for being alive. But they didn’t do that. Your grandma is crying in your arms, apologizing for the past.

The two men watch this heartbreaking moment with tears in their eyes. Jungkook didn’t know what to expect, he knew it’d be an emotionally challenging moment, but he never thought it’d be like this.

After a moment, you put an end to this tight embrace. Your grandmother’s hands clean your face, her fingers tucking a strand of hair behind your ear while a small smile appears on her face. Her face is so close to yours, and you get to properly see her. Your mother looks so much like her. Her hands cup your face while she definitely looks at you.

“Welcome home, yn,” she breaks the silence.

You hug her once more before you both stand up. They let you get inside. As you walk in the hallway, you notice the many pictures hanging on the walls. You stop when you see one with your mother in it. She was so young on it, you’d say she was like 12-13 years old. She has the brightest smile on her face, and she looks absolutely wonderful. Seeing her like this reminds you of how much you miss her.

Your mother was a sunshine; she’d spread such a warm energy. You’d love being around her, your mother was your everything. Losing her was the worst thing that happened to you. Losing her comforting embrace is what still hurts the most. Nothing can ever compare to being in your mother’s arms. It’s been twenty years, but you’re not sure this pain will ever go away.

There are pictures of other people, some looking a lot like your mother. You’d guess that they might be her siblings. Uncles and aunts you never met so far. Your grandparents halt when you reach the living room. It’s a very cozy one. There’s a TV with a beautiful couch, and on the left, there is a large table. However, what catches your eye is the beautiful picture of your mom and one of you next to her. It’s a picture of you as a baby.

Seeing those two pictures hanging on the wall breaks your heart. It’s a reminder of the grief they’ve been carrying for twenty years.

They offer coffee or tea which you accept, and while they disappear for a moment, you hug Jungkook. His presence is beyond comforting, but his arms are without any doubt what you really need. He doesn’t hesitate to wrap his strong arms around you, understanding how much you need this. Having him by your side when you navigate these intense moments is what you truly need.

“The coffees are ready,” Jungkook whispers before pressing a gentle kiss on top of your head.

You step back to turn around. Your grandparents are standing behind the table and looking at the two of you with a little smile. They bring coffee, some biscuits, and pieces of cake, and everything looks exquisite. They invite you to sit down before they pour coffee into four cups and hand you a plate. At first glance, you take a piece of cake.

“Thanks for the coffee and the cake,” you offer them a little smile.

“Yeah, thanks a lot,” Jungkook adds. “The cake is delicious.”

“You’re welcome,” they bow to the king.

It still amazes you how respected Jungkook is. It’s so special to see people bowing to him, and you’re not sure you’ll honestly get used to it. And one day, your son will also go through this.

“Where did you get that picture?” you ask, referring to the picture of yourself.

“Your mother sent it to us for your first birthday,” your grandmother replies. “Even though things were tense, she dropped a picture of you at our place.”

“We hid it for years,” your grandpa says. “But after that tragic night, we’ve hung it there to commemorate your and your mother’s lives.”

It doesn’t surprise you that your father is nowhere to be seen. He was a human—celebrating him wouldn’t really make sense. But he still deserved it; he was such a wonderful man.

“My mom’s picture is really beautiful,” you admit with a little smile.

Jungkook’s hand delicately rests on your thigh, a gesture indicating that he’s by your side and ready to comfort you in case you need it. For a moment, your eyes linger on him, and his fingers soothe your skin.

“I’m right here,” he mind-communicates to you.

“I know,” you answer.

Your eyes look once more at your grandparents.

“Can I ask you something?” you question, and they nod. “Why are you welcoming me so well? I’m a hybrid, and you hunted my parents and me to kill us all.”

“Life took a tragic turn the moment your parents met,” your grandmother begins, her voice laced with sorrow and longing. “They knew the risks, knew exactly what would happen if they chose to be together—but they still followed their hearts, running away to build a life of their own. We never wanted that for our daughter. We wanted her safe, by our side. But what could we do against love?”

She pauses, her gaze distant like she’s reliving the pain all over again. Seeing her like this isn’t easy because you only feel sorry. How has she kept living while thinking she has forever lost her daughter? God, the only thought of losing your baby boy devastates you, and he’s not even born yet.

“When we found out she was pregnant… we knew we had lost her forever. That pain was unbearable,” she says, shaking her head. “It only worsened when they vanished without a trace. Not only had we lost our daughter, but we knew there was a child—a grandchild—we had never met. You.”

Her voice trembles, but she composes herself. Honestly, you admire the woman standing in front of you. For sure, life forced her to make the wrong decisions, but she has been enduring the harsh consequences for the past twenty years.

“Even when we learned what you were, it didn’t matter. You were still our blood, our family. We would have never turned our backs on you.”

A deep sigh escapes your grandfather’s lips as he finally speaks.

“After that night,” he begins. “The night we thought we lost you all, we have mourned and honored your lives. And yet, your true nature has never mattered to us. It never will. You are our grandchild, and nothing will change that.”

His eyes soften, glistening with emotions too heavy to name. Instinctively, your hand rests on top of Jungkook’s to squeeze it.

“Seeing you here, standing before us, feels like a dream. But knowing that you are alive? That is the greatest miracle of all,” he admits.

“Mr. Song saved me that night,” you tell them. “He actually wanted to save my parents too, but mom refused to be saved. She was ready to face the consequences of her sins, but she didn’t want me to pay for it. So he took me out while they were executed in our living room.”

Your words send shivers down their spines. In twenty years, they have refused to hear a word about that night, but today, they want to know how you survived.

“My dad’s friend took me in and raised me for the past twenty years. He’s my second father, and I love him with all my soul. But what I ignored all these years was the fact that the late King Taemoo was protecting us. He knew about me but kept me alive.”

This definitely takes them off guard. Their eyes move to Jungkook, asking for confirmation from him. The man nods.

“I grew up all these years ignoring my wolf side, and it’s been hard to realize that my parents hid this from me. I’ve had powers but never knew they were linked to this. I unveiled all of this when I got pregnant.”

They don’t seem surprised, but you guess they can hear the baby’s heartbeat and his special scent.

“It hasn’t been easy. Being pregnant, discovering I’m a hybrid, discovering the real story behind my parents’ death, and navigating through this whole werewolf world have been draining me,” you continue. “But I’m glad that I got to meet you. To meet my biological family.”

A smile appears on your face. Your life has been pure chaos lately, but in the end, you’ve got to meet your maternal grandparents. You finally get to connect with your biological family. You’re not expecting things to go easy, but you’re glad to be able to meet them.

“And we’re extremely glad to see you,” your grandma smiles. “We’re happy you didn’t die that night. You’re our miracle, together with the life growing inside you.”

Your other hand goes to your little belly to caress it with your fingers. The baby inside your stomach is the reason why this all has been happening. And honestly, you’re happy because, after all these years, you’re finally getting the answers to all the questions you always had. Hearing them isn’t easy, but you finally have them.

“Is it the King’s child?” your grandpa dares to ask.

“It is,” you confirm, and Jungkook nods at the same time.

“So the next heir will carry our blood,” he whispers. “In the middle of all this pain, at least, we’ve got some wonderful news.”

You don’t doubt your family might be proud that their next King will carry their genes. It must be such a new thing to them as the royal family has always been part of the Blood’s pack.

Your grandparents proceed to tell you that you have two uncles and three aunts. All of them are married and have children. They all have two kids, except for one of your uncles, who has four kids. That’s huge, honestly. So it means that you have twelve cousins. You’re actually their oldest grandchild. Your mom is their firstborn and had you when she was 22. The next cousin born after you is actually four years younger. Your youngest cousin is actually 5; it’s crazy.

They also tell you many stories about your mother. It matches the souvenirs you have of the woman you grew up with. She had the purest of souls, always helping others and always shining through the dark. She was loved by everybody. She was the perfect firstborn, but everything fell apart when she met your father, a human. After all these years, they wondered if he was her soulmate. They believe so because who would run away like this with somebody who isn’t their soulmate?

It's something you never thought about, but now that they bring this up, it seems to make sense. It is something you’d do with Jungkook if you had to. This bond is so damn strong.

You spent the entire afternoon with them, remembering your parents and cherishing those memories. It seems like it was a lifetime ago, but hearing new stories of them is deeply comforting. You got to meet another side of them. A side where they were more than just your parents. A side where they were individuals. As their child, you only saw them as mom and dad, but they were also more than that. They were a daughter and a son, they were a sister and a brother, they were friends, they were coworkers, and above anything else, they were lovers.

They also told you how your mother looked like as a wolf. Based on what Jungkook told you, it seems like you’re identical to her. You would have loved to see her wolf side. You would have loved to share your first transformation with her. But that wasn’t the case, and it hurt. It was a blessing to have Jungkook, but you got this wolf blood thanks to her. You would have loved her to be by your side as you unveil this part of you.

So it makes you cry. Jungkook hugs you, trying to comfort you, but this time, his arms aren’t enough to appease the pain inside your heart. It doesn’t appease the hole your parents left when they were ripped from you. Your grandparents join this hug, trying to provide the same comfort, but it doesn’t work. All you want right now is your mom and dad because this isn’t your adult self crying. It’s the ten-year-old version of yourself that is crying.

On your way back home, you ask Jungkook if you can stop at the cemetery. You feel the need to speak with them tonight. It’s pretty late, but you can’t go to sleep if you don’t speak to them. They won’t be able to answer back, but at least you’ll take a weight off your shoulders.

Jungkook is waiting for you in the car, leaving you some privacy, although you know he’ll hear everything, but you don’t mind. He’s the man you’re falling in love with. You trust him so much, and you know he won’t do it in a villainous way.

“Hi, mom,” you say as you watch the picture hanging on the tombstone. “Hi, dad,” your eyes move to the right to see his picture. “Hope you’re having fun in heaven.”

A smile spreads across your face as you imagine them dancing together. They used to do that quite often to maintain the spark. That was what they said. Your right hand is holding a used tissue. You bring it with you in case you start crying all over again.

“I met grandpa and grandma today,” you say. “I was so happy to meet them and hear all the stories they had about you, mom. They also shared some stories about you two,” the smile on your face doesn’t fade away. “It was hard to hear them, and I guess I’ve never gotten over your deaths. Maybe I never will.”

This is the sad truth. You were so young when you lost them, and you’ve struggled your entire life to accept it, but unfortunately, you never did. Even now that you know the truth. You thought that knowing the full story would help, but it didn’t. Maybe you need some time, but it feels like the more time passes, the more you realize this pain will never leave you.

“I’m so sad you never got to tell me about this whole werewolf universe. I’m sad I never got to go through all of this with you. Even if I love Jungkook, it’ll never compare to how it would have been with you. I just wish you could have been here today. I just wish you could meet Jungkook and see how beautiful he is,” your eyes halt at your mom’s picture. “I wish you could help me navigate this pregnancy.”

Jungkook hears your words, a tear rolling down his face as you’re pouring your pain out. He wishes he could be enough, but he knows perfectly well he’ll never be able to fill the void in your heart. His father left one in his heart, too. He understands your pain more than anyone else. He wishes he could go and hug you right now, but he knows you need to be alone. He’ll hug you once you’re back.

“But I hope you’re watching over me from where you are. I like to think that your souls are somewhere because it helps ease the pain, but I’m not even sure you’re really there. I like to think that all these years you’ve been my guardian angels, that you protected me from being killed because of who I am. I like to think that with the late King Taemoo, you brought me and Jungkook together. I might be stupid, but it’s what helps me keep going.”

For a brief moment, you look up at the sky. The stars are shining so bright tonight, it feels like it’s a sign from them. It feels like they’re telling you they are here by your side. Your smile grows wider at the mere thought that they are with you.

“I hope one day I’ll get to see you again and hug you because your arms will forever be my favorite place. I remember I’d sometimes cry for no reason because all I wanted to see were your faces and feel your arms. I remember not being able to fall asleep without a goodnight kiss from you. I remember pretending to sleep when you’d come to check up on me and kiss my cheek. I remember going at 7 am to your bed, in the middle of you, to wake you up.”

You remember so many little silly things, and you cherish those moments. You hope one day to have them with your baby boy.

“I remember so many things that I wish I could live again one more time. It’s hard to keep living without you. It’s hard to wake up in the morning and realize you’re not here. It’s hard to hear that you saved me that tragic night because sometimes I wish you didn’t save me. Sometimes I wish that I was gone with you so I didn’t have to bear this pain.”

Tears roll down your face as you tell them how you feel sometimes. How you feel when their passing is a heavy weight to carry. The pain is sometimes so suffocating…

Not too far from you, Jungkook cries because he never imagined how hard it truly was for you. He knew it, but it’s deeper than that. This pain is deeply rooted in your heart; he can feel it. It’s extremely hard to hear that sometimes you’d prefer to be dead.

“But now, there’s my baby boy, and I feel like I need to live for him. This whole journey to become a mother was to gain back control over my life, but I guess it truly was to give me a reason to hold onto life. To see that life can truly be beautiful too. That there isn’t just pain,” you confess while cleaning your tears. “And that journey gave me Jungkook. It gave me a man who protects, loves, cherishes me, and stands by my side in silence. His presence has comforted me in ways I can’t even explain. He’s the only one who’s come close to filling the void you left behind.”

For a moment, you think of Jungkook with a smile growing on your face.

“I’m not saying Felix didn’t give me that,” you say. “He’s loved me like a father, but Jungkook’s love is so different. It’s more precious.”

Felix is your father, his arms have given you the comfort your parents couldn’t anymore. You feel safe in his embrace, and there’s not a day that goes by where you don’t wish to be in his arms. But Jungkook is very different. The love he gives you is completely different. It’s a love you’d like to keep forever in your life.

“I know I’ve never made things easy for Felix, but he always stood there like a father would. He’d hug me when the pain was always too overwhelming. He’s my third parent. He didn’t fill the void you left but showed me that I could let him in. My heart created a special place for him. A place that only he has. I love him so much.”

You look down at your hands, fingers playing with a button on your coat.

“And now there’s Jungkook. His love has been mending my heart. It’s like he’s been picking up the pieces and putting them back together.”

You can’t picture a life without Jungkook anymore.

“And I know he’s going to be the best father to our son. Like dad, and Felix.”

Tears stream down your face, and you let yourself cry again. You wrap your arms around your chest, imagining that it’s your parents' arms, imagining them trying to comfort you from wherever they are.

In no time, Jungkook is here, his arms wrapping around you and your face falling against his chest. He doesn’t speak; he only holds you to let you know he’s here. You don’t see him silently crying. This hurts him too, not as much as you, but it still hurts.

“Can we go home?” you ask in the middle of your sobs.

“Yes, sunshine.”

Once you stop crying, the two of you quietly head to the cars. The night’s darkness feels like a fragile blessing, shielding your ravaged face from people’s eyes. Your chest still feels heavy, but you’re grateful for Jungkook’s steady presence beside you. Neither of you speaks during the ride to his place. There’s only a thick and unspoken tension that lingers in the air. The rhythmic motion of the car gradually makes you fall asleep, exhaustion pulling you under.

When you arrive, Jungkook glances over and notices your peaceful face, stains left by your tears still visible on your cheeks. He doesn’t have the heart to wake you. With careful hands, he lifts you from the car, cradling you against his chest. Your body instinctively curls closer to his warmth, seeking comfort. Each step he takes is deliberate as he carries you inside to his bedroom.

He gently lays you down on the bed, pausing for a moment to take in the softness of your sleeping form. With quiet precision, he removes your coat and shoes, his fingers brushing over your skin as if afraid you might break under his touch. After pulling the covers over you, he lingers for a moment longer—watching you breathe, watching you rest. You’ve been through too much already, and every part of him aches to shield you from more pain. But even he knows there are some battles he can’t fight for you.

Leaving the room, he descends the stairs and makes his way to his study. The air feels colder here, heavier. He pulls a crystal glass from the shelf and pours himself a generous measure of whisky. The amber liquid glows softly in the dim light as he takes a long, slow sip, hoping the burn will dull the ache in his chest. But it doesn’t.

This isn’t how he imagined becoming a father. Not surrounded by secrets, danger, and the constant threat to your lives. But despite everything—despite the weight of it all—he wouldn’t change a thing. Because loving you, protecting you, and knowing that a part of both of you is growing inside you means everything to him. Still, that love comes with an unbearable price.

And tonight, the weight of it is too much to carry alone.

With a sigh, he pulls his phone from his pocket and dials a familiar number. It doesn’t even ring twice before Taehyung picks up.

“Can you come over?” Jungkook’s voice is quieter than usual, strained with the effort of holding himself together.

“I’m on my way,” Taehyung replies without hesitation.

Fifteen minutes later, Jungkook barely manages to hold himself upright as Taehyung steps into the room. The second he closes the door behind him, Jungkook loses the battle he’s been fighting all night, and his composure crumbles.

He falls into his arms, crying about how much it pains him to see you like this. About how much this hybrid situation tortures him. About how hard it is to protect you from everything. This time, Jungkook is the one who needs some support, and he can’t seek it from you because he doesn’t want to hurt you.

“You’re not superhuman, Jungkook,” Taehyung whispers while comforting his best friend. “You’re allowed to need someone, too.”

Slowly, you wake up, your body heavy with the weight of exhaustion. Your eyelids flutter as they adjust to the soft glow of ambient light filtering through the room. Something feels different—this isn’t your bedroom, nor is it the guest room where you’ve been staying at Jungkook’s place.

The bed beneath you is larger, softer, and feels like it could swallow you whole. The faint scent of Jungkook—or should you say, his new scent mixed with yours—clings to the sheets. You’re still not really used to this new scent. It feels like it’s been the only thing you’ve been able to smell lately.

You stretch your limbs lazily, your muscles aching slightly from the emotional toll of the night before. As you shift, the absence beside you becomes obvious—the bed is empty. The warmth that should be there is missing, leaving the sheets cold to the touch.

A flicker of disappointment stirs in your chest as you push yourself upright, brushing your hair out of your face. Your gaze scans the room—a space that is unmistakably his. Wooden furniture fills the room, elegant and minimal, yet personal in the small details. A leather-bound journal rests on the nightstand beside a silver watch, both items feeling so inherently Jungkook.

Your heart skips a beat when you realize where you are—his bedroom. The most private part of his world. Somehow, while you slept, he brought you here. The thought makes warmth blossom in your chest, even as a hint of confusion lingers. Why didn’t he wake you? Where is he now?

You glance down at yourself and notice you’re still wearing yesterday’s clothes, slightly wrinkled from sleep. The memory comes back to you in fragments—the silent car ride, the heaviness of your eyelids, the way your body gave in to the pull of sleep despite your efforts to stay awake. He must have carried you here. The thought of his strong arms lifting you so gently causes a shiver to run down your spine.

Swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, you stand up slowly, your bare feet sinking into the wooden floor beneath you. The house is quiet. Too quiet. But as you try to look for any sign of life, you hear the household staff talking and moving around. Your son’s heartbeat suddenly echoes in your ears.

However you’re searching for any sign of Jungkook, but you can’t find him. Most probably, he left for work reasons. He’s the werewolf king, and he always seems so busy. You still wonder how on earth he finds time for you.

You walk toward the door before opening it. You peek your head, looking around. There’s absolutely nobody in the hallway. You get back into the bedroom to find slippers. The floor is way too cold for you to walk around on barefoot. And Jungkook will kill you if he sees you walking without something on your feet. He takes his role as a protector very seriously.

It doesn't take long for you to find a pair of slippers and put them on. Then, you leave the room, heading to the downstairs dining room. Since your first time here, you’ve been having breakfast there, so you suppose it’ll be the same now that you live here. Otherwise, you’ll simply go to the kitchen. You’re so fucking hungry.

On your way down, you run into Jinwoo, who instantly bows to you. As much as you want to tell him not to do it, you can’t. He’ll get mad because it’s his job, and if he doesn’t do it, Jungkook will get mad at him.

“Good morning, Miss y/l/n,” he offers you the brightest smile on earth.

“Good morning, Jinwoo,” you smile back at him. “You know, you can call me yn. We’re going to live in the same place for a while, and I’ll be more comfortable if you call me by my name.”

Jinwoo nods. “No problem, yn.”

“Do you know where Jungkook is?”

“He had to leave,” he answers. “But asked me to ensure you’ll have your breakfast.”

“Don’t worry about that,” you say. “I’m starving!”

Jinwoo chuckles before he guides you to the dining room, the warm aroma of coffee and toasted bread filling the space. It smells so damn good! As you take a seat, he places a steaming cup of coffee in front of you, your curious eyes looking down to notice the perfect shade of light brown due to the generous amount of milk. Beside it, there is a plate of golden toast with a pat of butter melting into its surface. It looks absolutely delicious.

“You always get it right,” you glance at Jinwoo with a small smile.

“Jungkook made sure we all knew,” Jinwoo chuckles.

That makes you pause while you are reaching for your coffee. Honestly, it warms your heart the way Jungkook looks after you and makes sure you have everything you love. You couldn’t have asked for a better baby daddy.

“Of course he did,” you shake your head with an amused huff before taking a sip.

Suddenly, Jungkook walks in, and Jinwoo instantly leaves the room, leaving the two of you alone. You glance up, your sharp gaze catching the exhaustion lining his features. He’s dressed casually, but there’s a heaviness in his posture like the weight of his responsibilities hasn’t quite left him. Still, he smirks as he approaches, his eyes flickering from your coffee to your toast.

“Well, well,” he muses, sitting next to you. “Looks like someone is already making herself at home.”

“It’s not like you forced me to stay here,” you roll your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips betrays you.

Jungkook slides closer to you, reaching for your toast without hesitation. You can tell he’s about to eat it, but you’re not one to share, especially now that you’re pregnant. The little boy inside you is constantly asking for food.

“Don’t you dare,” you warn.

But it’s too late. He takes a bite, completely unfazed by your glare.

“You’re impossible,” you grumble.

“And yet, you still put up with me,” he counters smoothly, chewing leisurely.

You shake your head, pretending to be annoyed, but there’s no hiding the way your lips twitch. Then, just as effortlessly, Jungkook leans in and presses a kiss to your lips. It’s quick, teasing—like he’s simply claiming what’s his.

This new scent you both carry is still something you’re trying to adjust to. It’s a combination of his scent with yours, but it still feels weird. You constantly smell it, even when you’re alone, because it’s still very new to you.

“Do I really have much choice?” you tease him.

Jungkook pretends that you hurt his heart, his reaction being overly dramatic.

“You’re being so dramatic,” you roll your eyes before biting into your toast.

“Your words profoundly hurt me,” he says. “I’m goooing to die.”

You start laughing at his exaggeration, and he smiles when he hears that sweet melody leaving your lips. He knows how hard it was for you yesterday—it was for him, too. But he doesn’t want yesterday’s pain to ruin your day. So he’ll do whatever it takes to make you laugh.

“You’re a drama queen,” you say once you’ve swallowed.

“Eeeh, I’m no drama queen,” he pouts and crosses his arms against his chest.

A smile grows on your face before you lean closer to kiss him. His pout fades away to kiss you back.

“You’re my drama queen,” you whisper against his lips.

The man presses a peck on your lips. Once he pulls back, his eyes roam your face with a smile on his face. He finds you absolutely breathtaking, the prettiest woman he has ever laid eyes on. This soulmate bond is so damn strong, he can feel it deep in his bones. His entire body longs for you, and he constantly finds you extremely beautiful. You’re his favorite person.

“I’m going to take a shower while you finish eating so we can go grab lunch at your dad’s house,” he says.

Every Sunday, you have lunch at Felix’s place with Lexi. However, this time around, Jungkook is coming. Now that he’s part of your life, it seems natural to include him in those little family gatherings. And very soon, your baby boy will be joining too. You can’t wait for that.

“Can I join you?” you ask.

Jungkook arches an eyebrow.

“If it’s for naughty time, let me tell you…” you cut him short.

“You have such a naughty mind,” you tell him. “I just want to shower with you without any crazy ideas in mind.”

“Mmm,” he narrows his eyes. “Why do I struggle to believe you?”

You roll your eyes, annoyed.

“Now, I don’t want it anymore.”

You resume eating your toast, your eyes looking at the coffee cup.

“And I’m the drama queen,” he ironically says while leaving the room.

You chuckle, your head moving to the right to take a look at his strong figure walking away. This man—your soulmate—is incredibly hot. It’s still hard to believe that he is all yours, that destiny chose him to be your forever person. It’s also hard to imagine loving him more than you do now. You know it’s only the beginning, but thinking about the love you’ll probably feel in one year seems almost unachievable.

But Jungkook is the love of your life. He’s the missing piece you’ve been looking for your entire life. He’s the reason why the chaos you’ve stepped into seems bearable. And as long as he’s by your side, nothing will ever be scary or hard to manage.

You finish your breakfast very quickly before hurrying up to his bathroom. The second you step inside the steamy room, Jungkook feels you.

“I thought you didn’t want to come,” he pokes his face from the shower.

Jungkook with wet hair is a very hot vision. One you’ll never be able to forget.

“I never said that,” you pretend as you’re stripping your clothes.

His hungry eyes never look away while you get naked to join him. A smile grows on his face when you walk in his direction. Once you’re in front of him, you lock your eyes with his, and for a moment, the world around you freezes.

“Hi, angel,” you cup his face in your hands.

“Hi, sunshine,” he answers.

His lips meet yours for a hot and passionate kiss, but you cut it short since you don’t really want to do naughty things in the shower. You just want to be with him. You just want his presence near you. Nothing else.

You throw yourself against him, arms wrapping around his strong torso and your head falling against his chest. The sweet melody of his heartbeat appeases your soul as his hands wrap around you. His lips press a gentle kiss on top of your head.

“Thanks for yesterday,” you murmur.

“No need to thank me, sunshine.”

“Of course I need!” you exclaim. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“You’re stronger than you know,” his hands move higher to stroke your hair.

“I’m not,” you directly answer.

His hands immediately stop touching your hair to cup your face so you look at him.

“Don’t ever say that!” his tone is firm which sends shivers down your spine. “You’ve been through hell and back, but you’re still standing tall. Life didn’t spare you, especially lately, but you’re here, thriving and creating life. You should give yourself more credit,” his thumb caresses your cheek.

“From my perspective, it doesn’t feel like I’m strong,” you honestly say. “It feels like I have no choice but to face what life throws at me.”

“A lot of people would have already given up a long time ago, but you never did,” you melt under his touch. “Your strength is something I deeply admire about you. It’s what makes me fall for you more and more.”

You rest your face on his hand while your eyes close for a moment.

“I actually adore everything about you, even the way you breathe,” he chuckles. “What I want to say is that you’re a very admirable person, and you can be proud of yourself for the way you’ve been braving things so far.”

You wrap your arms tighter around him, your eyes looking up at him.

“And I would really like to call you my girlfriend,” he admits.

Although you really want to say that he actually already did it when Yuna suddenly appeared, you don’t want to ruin this cute moment.

“As long as I can call you my boyfriend, you can do it,” you smile at him.

The biggest and brightest smile stretches across his beautiful face. You’ve never seen him react like this, and it’s by far the best thing you’ve witnessed.

“Obviously, you can,” he answers. “My sunshine.”

He presses a kiss on your lips.

“My angel,” you whisper.

Nothing can ever make you feel as happy as you do right now.

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malereadermaniac · 11 months ago

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Moon Cycles ~ Alpha!Bokuto x Omega!Male!Reader

1 fic split into two! p1: Bokuto's ruts & p2: Your heats word count: 2.7k Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

Bokuto's Rut(s):

Entering your apartment, all of your senses were immediately overwhelmed and dominated by your alpha's intoxicating pheromones making every particle of air in your apartment feel heavy and thick. Luckily, you were smart enough to have placed scent patches over your scent glands before going home to an alpha who had to take the day off due to his rut; preventing Bokuto's musky scent of sweat and leather from triggering your own heat early, however that didn't prevent the inhalation of his strong scent, which had already started to make you feel woozy. Quickly throwing your keys onto the counter and stripping off your jacket, you make your way urgently towards the bedroom - your inner omega screaming to aid your poor, hormone-ridden alpha.

The moment you had opened the door, the intensity of your Alpha's pheromones had doubled, forcing a blush to hit your face and your blood to rush to certain areas. Your eyes darted to the naked volleyball player on your bed, a discarded and leaking fleshlight tossed beside him while the muscular man laid on the bed in a starfish position; his body sweating profusely as the alpha was panting, lightly pink in the face. It didn't take long for Bokuto to notice you, or rather your comforting scent which you hadn't even noticed you were releasing. You smiled at your exhausted looking alpha as he perked his body up, using his built arms as leverage to hold him up, a lovestruck yet lustful smile on his face; the alpha's veiny, hard dick twitching at the sight of you.

You both let instinct drive you to the position you were now in, your bottom half completly naked with your dress shirt unbuttoned, your smaller body laying on top of Bokuto's, your body cooling off the Alpha who had been boiling alive since this morning. The usually strong and effortlessly dominant alpha was reduced to a trembling, hot mess as the pit in his stomach was eating away at him, his eyes begging you to do something instead of his mouth; as the only words he were capable of barely saying were "O-mega", "Fuu-ck" and "Good". You gently ran your hands over Bokuto's muscular, olive body, soothing him as you grind your dick against his much larger one - The alpha groans as his masculine, rough hands are almost magnetically pulled towards your soft ass, gripping at the plush skin and pushing you to grind against him harder; desperate for any form of pleasure from the omega he had been craving all day, his omega.

"Shhhh... I'm here, alpha" you coo as you gently lick at Bokuto's very wet scent gland when the man tries (and fails) to string a sentance together, too overwhelmed by the burn of his rut.

The sounds that erupted out of Bokuto when you re-ajusted so that your slick-leaking ass was grinding against his alphan cock were to die for. Along with the usually spikey hair of your alpha, which was now drenched in sweat and sticking to his forehead, and his panting, sexy face, the sight was heavenly.

Again, you're ever so glad for that scent patch on you, because you get to consciously remember Bokuto's ruts, and boy were you lucky to experience them. The first round is always the most effort for you, the alpha worn down by his useless attempts at pleasuring himself throughout the day, along with his intense rut, having tired him out; meaning that you have to do all the work for your cute alpha as to not keep him in discomfort any longer. Riding him was always fun though, despite how tiring it could get; Bokuto's firm grip on your ass and waist grounding you and him as you ride his massive cock like no tomorrow, the veiny thing pounding against your prostate and kissing your walls so nicely as your dick bounces onto Bokuto's abs - you give him quite the show, pity he barely ever remembers it after his cycle. After the alpha finally knots your tightening hole, his body finally starts to cool down, the gnawing ache in his stomach dissipating as he locks his body within yours and absolutely fills you with his thick, fertile cum - but that's just the start of his rut, not only do you have more rounds that day, but you have an average 4 more days left in the week! Nevertheless, after Bokuto falls asleep and finally slips out of you, you use up the rest of your energy to make the starving alpha something to eat; your silly alpha having spent the day trying to relieve his rut rather than eating! And after the Alpha wakes up conscious and digs into whatever delicious meal you'd prepared for him, that's when the roles reverse. The rest of the rounds that night pretty much go the same, the alpha manhandling you into multiple different positions as you let Bokuto fuck you absolutely senseless, his knot having locked the two of you together at least 4 more times that night alone and your neck and body looking like they've been mauled by a dog from the amount of lovebites and hickeys all over you.

short Bokuto-rut headcannons:

His nests are made really poorly (like most alpha's are), just a shit ton of your clothing spread around the bed with various bodily fluids soaking them - not even a blanket in sight... Typical of alphas, only thinking of what gratifies them rather than their comfort or their omega's comfort!

Bokuto's a real kisser during his ruts as well. He's a clingy alpha who just wants to show his love for you, and that love is multiplied by 100 when lust is mixed into it! That man will be thrusting into you while your in an uncomfortable mating press with cum on your face and his will still kiss you deeply with tongue - you can't be mad though, it is quite sweet, and it relaxes your body, which is very needed after what this flexible man puts you through during his cycle!

Breeding. Kink. Need I say more? Yes I do. Of course, all alphas want to breed their omega, especially during their rut. But holy shit does Bokuto not stop mentioning it during his - whether he's doing the deep and whispers in your ear "Gonna get you full of my pups, pretty boy", or roaring "Take my fucking cum, babe! GET FUCKIN KNOCKED UP" as he's knotting you, or even during aftercare as the man rubs your abdomen gently and blurts out baby names; Bokuto is always mentioning knocking you up

Near the end of his Rut, Bokuto likes nothing more than laying you in his shitty nest and eating you out for hours... His thick tongue making you cum as he devours plenty of the tasty slick you just keep on producing

Oh and after his rut? Bokuto is literally the perfect boyfriend, more than he already is! You need an icepack? Done. Food? He's whipping ten meals up in the kitchen. The volleyball player apologises if he was too rough as he kisses you gently and gives you a massage. And when this man returns to practice, fucking hell does he look like he's glowing, professing to everyone how he has the best omega in the world which he loves more than anything (and gloating that he gets the best action ever, but he doesn't mention that part)

Your Heat(s):

Bokuto can always tell when your in pre-heat, he knows his omega too well, so he's already taken the week off work even though you deny the fact that you're going into heat - despite your constant, slightly flushed complexion and your lack of control over your pheromone. So when you start to nest, Bokuto is ready to go! That man has breakfast bars and 6 bottles of water ready in your nightstands and has started releasing a comforting scent of leather and musk before you even start to call for him!

Once the muscular alpha hears your whiny call for him, Bokuto gets instantly hard; making his way towards your shared room as he struggles to strip his joggers and shirt while walking. But just because the man is eager to pleasure you until you pass out, that doesn't mean he wants to rush things - and that includes his teasing.

"Aw... are you okay, baby? What do you need?" The volleyball player would coo at you in a very slightly mocking tone as he makes his way towards your nest. Bokuto would gently hold your searing face in his huge hand and caress your cheek with his thumb as he smiles at your pout, holding back a laugh.

"Shut up... please just hurryy~" You whine, reaching out to touch your alpha, rubbing your hand down his naked abs and towards his cock which was standing loud and proud.

After a little more teasing, Bokuto decides to show mercy, noticing how your panting increases in pace, how your scent of sweet, intoxicating caramel fills the room, and how your knees trembles on the bed as slick gushes out of your hole. Because of your rapturous heat, your vision is hazy and time slows down yet speeds up at the same time, so you had really no clue to how you ended up with your legs up on Bokuto's broad, muscular shoulders, his dick already in you and moans spewing out of your mouth as if you were in pain. But you sure as hell didn't mind that, as long as your alpha was soothing the pain searing across your body and making you feel pleasure beyond that of this world - you really couldn't give a fuck if you knew what was happening or not.

Sweat, musk, cum and a harmonious mix of your pheromones and Bokuto's filled the air, adjacent to the sounds of sweaty skin slapping against sweaty skin. All that was coming out of your mouth were the words "Alpha" or "Good" or "Yes" along with plenty different whines, and moans and whimpers which sounded straight up pornographic, and your sounds worked beautifully well with Bokuto's loud roars of pleasure and groans and moans - his dirty talk on another level as he drills his dick into you in missionary. After making your vision go white, your infertile cum shooting all over your body and Bokuto's rock-hard abs, your alpha ensured that you caught your breath and forced you to drink some water - the sweet, caring man not even giving a shit about the fact that his dick was still hard as shit and that he hadn't cum yet; which was a surprise by the fact that your sloppily, slicked-up hole, tight, boiling walls and sexy moans and look was usually a cocktail for disaster with Bokuto. But Bokuto would experience the immense pleasure of knotting an omega in your next round - and not just an omega, but you, his bonded, mated omega which he loved more than life itself.

With that said, once you had caught your breath and the heat began to pool in your stomach once more, Bokuto took that as a sign to use his rough, massive hands to re-position you. With your arms hugging one of the many pillows in your nest and your chin resting on it, Bokuto was kneeled on the bed behind you; both of his massive arms wrapped around your waist as he pounded into you like a fucking animal. With your knees spread and your back arching downwards towards the bed as Bokuto's fat dick drilled against your pleasure spot, you moaned and cried out your alpha's name like a mantra - your dick dangling below you, your dickhead lightly rubbing against the best, sending shivers down your spine. All you could hear were Bokuto's rough grunts and moans of your name in your ear along with his hips smacking against your plump ass in the background - your voice raspy and airy from how much you had been using it. Along with some dirty talk (along the lines of "Fuck baby, so fuckin' good and tight for your alpha aren't ya?") Bokuto would raspily groan out an "FUCK- Gonna fuckin' cum-! Gonna knot you- omega- my fuckin' omega-" - Bokuto would become the opposite of his cute, gentle self when he was so close to his orgasm, and fuck, you loved it. You could feel the alpha's knot swell, his already huge cock becoming even harder to take, but your heat was helping you make space for him - but you still couldn't just idly sit and take it!

"HAAAA~ Soo big, alpha! TOO- BIG!~" You cry whorishly, the immense pleasure flooding your body at an alpha knotting you making you overwhelmed, forcing your body to move around and try to escape the overstimulating pleasure - however that is a) not easily done and b) painful as shit for the both of you.

"SHIT-! Don't move while I knot you, (Y/n)!" Bokuto groans, the pain and pleasure of his knot forcing into you pushing him over the edge.

To keep you in place, the massive alpha pushes his whole arm down on your neck and his massive, rough palm on the arch of your back to keep you in your place, to take his viscous seed like a good omega. With Bokuto's knot swelling to full mast, the man's grip tightens around you as he shoots his huge load, filling you up and cooling your heat down to a mild kindle despite the searing temperature of your alpha's cum. You on the other hand were screaming your head of with moans from the immesne pleasure of an alpha knotting you (especially during your heat), your cocklet shooting ropes of thin jizz onto the bed below you as your walls clamped down on Bokuto even tighter. Panting was all that could be heard in the room as the two of you lied down together, your massive alpha crushing you beneath him, but you couldn't complain. Bokuto gently started to kiss you once he was able to think of anything other than the pleasure of cumming inside of you, nipping at the bite's he'd left on you and licking at your exhausted scent gland, admiring the mating mark on it.

short Heat headcannons:

It's a basically instinct for the two of you to like the fact that, as an alpha, Bokuto is larger than you as his omega - which isn't hard with the man being fucking huge. But my lord does that little size kink go fucking haywire during your heats - Bokuto loves to look at how his hands hold your waist, not entirely but just enough, while you in your heat-drunk haze think about how the massive man could literally crush you in his grip - the though making your dick twitch. The man isn't even that much larger than you! But give him an inch and he'll talk a mile (or whatever that saying is)

Scenting is one of your big things during heat. In an sfw work you scent everything that Bokuto owns before you go into heat, and you grab anything that smells remotely like him for your nest. But when the man is fucking you until your last breath, you can't get enough of your alpha's scent - practically begging him to rub his scent gland against yours

That's another thing, your usually snarky or even bratty behaviour goes out the window during your heat, your body controlling your words and behaviour; resulting in pretty begs from your mouth which stroke Bokuto's ego ever so nicely, who's he do deny you of whatever it is that you desire?

Bokuto's aftercare is also top notch, In between round the man is cooling you off and cleaning you while ensuring that you eat and drink. And near the end of your heat, when it's more lukewarm, Bokuto draws a bath and bathes with you, caressing your body softly and scrubbing the smell of sex off of your skin. But your heat is forced into its final hurrah when Bokuto uses his long, masculine fingers to clean your loosened up hole of his thick cum, his comments of knocking you up sending you over the edge and into the final hour of your cycle~

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militaryapple · 1 month ago

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fratboy caleb hcs!

warning ; nsfw, dubcon, drugging & stalking!

— had this sitting in my drafts since i first STARTED this account, time to get my dead dove drabbles/hc’s out there hehe! yall don’t jump me depending on how this goes i’ll make a blog dedicated to darker fics

fratboy caleb who noticed you at one of his parties. you were pretty, so he just had to keep an eye out on you. he even took the burden of getting to know you off his shoulder by asking around about you, of course he wouldn’t make the first move tonight silly!

fratboy caleb who watches you from your classes. he was a frat, of course he was allowed access to anywhere he wanted to be? he knew a girl in every class, luckily they all sat near you. yet he had to put up with obnoxious comments of why he wasn’t paying attention to them, or why he hasn’t seen them since the party. of course it was because he was focused on you!

fratboy caleb who figures out you have a boyfriend. he’s not in any of the pledges, and he’s definitely not a brother. he watches your boyfriend carefully, snapping a photo of your boyfriend and some random girl together. what were they doing? caleb doesn’t know! he was just walking through the park when he just so happened to see them both cuddled up, you two were arguing? how convenient is this? you should dump him.

fratboy caleb who uses your breakup as a leverage for you to depend on him. you’re happy? without him? you’re heartbroken, you don’t understand what you’re feeling. you miss your ex? does caleb have to forge find photos of your ex cheating on you? you want to go out? without caleb? how silly! you can’t go out by yourself, you need big strong caleb to protect you, you’re too stupid to be alone.

fratboy caleb who gets you to go to one of his parties, spiking one of your drinks and watch you descend into madness. watching you stumble around, looking for him because he was right, you’re too stupid to be alone :(

fratboy caleb who finds you and takes you up the stairs to his room, kissing your cheek and your neck as you giggle. “is this okay? do you like when i touch you here?” he asks, watching you nod in approval. so what you were drunk? you knew him, and you still said yes, so there’s no issue right?

fratboy caleb who realizes that he can drop his load in you whenever! just get you a little fucked up and your his! of course he wouldn’t let anyone else even near you when your intoxicated, or near you in general. plus, you never really remember parties when you’re with caleb — you brush it off as having fun while he gets to drain his balls! win win!

fratboy caleb that has you under control. he wouldn’t claim you as his girlfriend, but he wouldn’t let anyone even attempt to get close; why? because when you’re ready to tell him you love him there won’t be any complications!

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zehrbear · 4 months ago

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thinking about pussy drunk xavier who'd hold you down with your legs thrown over his broad shoulders, his arms caging you in place beneath him while your hands reach out to clutch fistfuls of the sheets as you wriggle and squirm. your lower body’s practically numb at this point, as he keeps you folded over and immobile for what feels like hours. and you can hear it, just barely over the sounds of your own whines and pleas for mercy, the sounds of xavier slurping and sucking and shaking his head between your pillowy thighs. there’s no method to his madness as he alternates haphazardly between kissing your clit and fucking you dumb on his tongue, mumbling incoherently whenever he pulls away for air and you take that brief moment of reprieve to try and get away from this glutton of a man.

not that you'd get very far.

“where you goin? don’t run from me-“ he'd whisper hoarsely, his saccharine sweet voice so painfully deceptive.

he loves it when you clench your thighs together, pressing them against his ears and locking him in place against your cunt that he’s now sloppily making out with. his large hands curl around them, stroking up and down your skin while his fingers grip onto you tight, ensuring you can’t move a single inch.

it’s not long before he’s rutting against the mattress, his cock so achingly hard as it strains against the front of his boxers that’s growing damper by the second, almost translucent with the pre leaking oh so liberally from his sensitive tip. but what gets you is when you look down at him and see those pretty eyes all glazed over. irises you could have sworn were the brightest blue, now practically engulfed in the black of his pupils. his cheeks and ears would be flushed red, warm to the touch when you squeeze and shift your thighs around his head, mussing up his hair as you do.

it would get to the point where he just can’t take it anymore, one hand moving down to grip his slick coated cock that’s throbbing with need. you take advantage of your newfound freedom to grind up into his mouth, greedily chasing his tongue while your hands find purchase in his hair. you’d be pulling hard, using your death grip on his hair as leverage to fuck his face. and he’d let you. his jaw would go slack, tongue lolling out his mouth to rest flat against your drenched cunt for you to grind against at your leisure. His eyes rolling back as he loses himself to the feel of you, the smell of you, the taste of you… intoxicated by your sex and rendered to nothing more than a tool for your pleasure. And as he hears the sounds of you keening and whining, panting above him as you tighten around his tongue -

he’s not sure he ever wants to leave

for my cutie pie @awwitschuu

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mggslover · 3 months ago

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Something with your coffee

In which Aaron gives you a treat with your morning coffee.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader Genre: smut (18+) Content warnings: established relationship, bratty reader, sensual blowjob to mouthfucking, masturbation (fem!receiving) Word count: 1,4k A/n: don’t let the cute header fool you, it’s pure smut

The sun warmed the bare skin of your legs through the window as you put the coffee machine on. The deep aroma of the beans filled the kitchen. You loved days like these: waking up on a lazy Sunday without the use of an alarm, turning around in the sheets to see the peaceful look on your partner Aaron’s face as he’s still fast asleep, and softly tiptoeing your way to the kitchen to set a nice cup of coffee for the both of you.

Too enthralled in the sounds of chirping birds, you didn’t notice that Aaron had made his way over to you. He came fresh out of the shower, his face cleanly shaven, a towel wrapped low on his waist, and his hair still damp. His arms enveloped you in a hug from behind, his face in the crook of your neck as he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. The smell of him intoxicating.

“Good morning,” his voice rasped.

You hummed in satisfaction, “Good morning.”

You turned around, back leaning against the kitchen counter as you took in the sight of him. With your hand reaching out, you let your fingertips slide over his broad chest. He gazed down at the act, savoring the feel of your skin against his.

“Made coffee for me too?”

You nodded, “Of course.” Your free hand reached out to caress his bicep, while your other hand continued its path down his stomach.

“You know what goes well with coffee?”

He looked you in the eyes, allowing you to continue.

“Cock,” you answered as you palmed his length through the towel.

He chuckled, shaking his head, making you grin widely at him.

“Is that so?” he smiled in amusement.

You bit your lip and nodded, feeling him stiffen under your touch. With a swift motion of your hand, you undid the knot on his towel, exposing him. The dark hairs on his pelvis were tidily trimmed, and his cock, although half-hard, looked mouthwatering to you.

You folded the towel in half, letting it fall to the ground before you lowered yourself to your knees. You licked your lips at the proximity, moving your hands gently up and down his thighs. When you looked up to meet his gaze, you noticed the dark glint of desire in his eyes as he expectantly looked down at you.

Not wanting to keep him waiting, you took his length in your hand, slowly pumping it as you leaned in to press a kiss to his balls.

The contact made him shiver, his dick twitching in your hand. A breathless moan escaped your lips, and you licked a bold stripe up the skin. You hummed at the taste, repeating your action and ending it by wrapping your lips around the sensitive skin, tenderly sucking on it.

You continued letting your mouth play with his balls. Your thumb swiped over the head of his cock, the precum that coated your finger signaling you that he was ready for more. With a sensual confidence, you licked him from his balls to the midline of his shaft. Aaron moaned a perfect oh, making your stomach tingle in excitement at the sound.

You resumed where you left off, maintaining eye contact as your tongue moved up until it reached the slit of the head.

“Oh, honey,” he groaned, both of his hands stretching out to hold the back of your head.

You wrapped one hand around his shaft and placed the other on his thigh for leverage as you took the tip in your mouth.

Your cheeks hollowed, sucking on the slick tip. The way Aaron bit his lip encouraged you, flattening your tongue as you took more of him in. At a slow, deliberate pace, you bobbed your head.

Aaron wasn’t much of a moaner, compelling you to work hard to prove yourself deserving of the sounds he made. So, when you sloppily swirled your tongue around him, and a deep groan escaped from his chest, you felt a wave of pride wash over you.

With a sharp breath, you took him out of your mouth. “I can never get enough of you filling my mouth,” you giggled.

His hand cupped your cheek, and you leaned into his warmth. “Then why don’t you get back to work?”

His demanding words were a sharp contrast to his soft touch, and you felt yourself getting wet. You squeezed your thighs together, searching for some friction as you sunk your mouth back onto him.

The weight of his length felt heavy against your tongue, reminding you of how good he feels when he’s deep inside of you. You squeezed his thigh as you took more of him in, flicking your hand around his shaft in quicker motions, mirroring the movements with your mouth.

“Such a good fucking mouth,” Aaron growled. His head was thrown back in pleasure, and he pressed his hips forward, pushing his cock further down your throat.

You nuzzled your head, swallowing him until your chin rubbed against his balls. You held the stance for a couple of seconds, making the most out of the moment by humming and licking his cock, then pulling away in a breathless gasp.

Aaron observed you with a lustful eye. Your lips were darkened and wet with saliva, and your nipples stood hard. Aaron caressed your hair, fingers soothingly sliding over it.

“Who would’ve thought you were such a dirty girl?” He hummed in wonder.

You made a small sound in response, pressing a wet kiss to the side of his length. “I’m only like this around you.”

“Good,” he hummed.

Rhythmically, you started jerking his length. You left small licks and kisses on the reddened tip, occasionally dipping your tongue into the slit.

“I’m going to come if you keep up like that,” he grunted, rolling his hips against your hand. “Where do you want it?”

“Maybe in my coffee. I could use a creamer,” you playfully teased.

“You’re so naughty,” he tsked.

You lifted your shoulders in a shrug. “I think I’m pretty nice.” You squeezed his cock in your palm, swirling your tongue around his tip. “Letting you fuck my mouth and all,” you add to your argument.

He let out a deep chuckle, the sound vibrating directly to your core. “I haven’t fucked your mouth,” he repeated. “All you’ve been doing is teasing me.”

You removed your lips from his tip with a pop. “Then why don’t you do something about it?” you blatantly state as you wrap your lips back around him.

He muttered a fuck. His grip on your head tightened, and he didn’t care about taking it slow as he thrust his hips into you. You relaxed your jaw, letting him hit the back of your throat repeatedly, swallowing around him.

Aaron did all the work for you, holding you in place as he fucked your mouth. It gave you the chance to reach down, your finger making contact with your clit. You moaned around his length in pleasure, trying to keep up with his pace as you rubbed your bud.

“That’s it, honey. Come with me.”

Your eyes watered, and Aaron pulled back. Your hand fastened its movements on your clit, and you used your other hand to jerk him off. Your tongue was stuck out, resting beneath his throbbing tip, ready for him.

His moans pushed you further to the edge. And with a cry you let go, your orgasm rippling through you. Your release ignited his, and with a deep groan, he came, thick spurts coating your tongue.

You made sure to swallow. Carefully licking him clean as his hips continued jolting in aftershocks.

With a lazy smile, Aaron looked down at you. He held you by your arms, gently lifting you up before pulling you into a warm embrace.

“You’re perfect,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your head.

He held you steady against him as he reached out to grab a cup of coffee from the machine. He brought the cup to his mouth, taking a sip.

“The coffee’s cold. How about a round two?”

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batboysanonymous · 3 months ago

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Sweetest Devotion

Azriel x Reader

Summary: The bond between you and Azriel had been inevitable, a thread spun from the stars long before either of you understood its weight. But love—love had been a choice, a slow-burning reverence that consumed him even after lifetimes, even after death itself.

The bond had snapped young.

Azriel had only just turned eighteen when the golden thread of fate wove itself tightly around his ribs, binding him to you, a girl of sixteen who had no idea what such a thing even meant. The realization had hit him like a mountain collapsing onto his chest, all at once, suffocating and overwhelming. He had stared at you for what felt like eternity, cataloging every detail—the warmth of your eyes, the delicate curve of your lips, the way your scent already called to him like a siren song.

And yet, he had stepped away.

It had been the hardest thing he had ever done. To not claim you, to not pull you close and tell you that you belonged to him as much as he belonged to you. He had been a warrior for years already, had known pain intimately, but nothing had compared to the agony of watching you laugh with other males, of knowing that he could not have you yet.

You had fought him on it. Gods, you had fought him.

You had called him a coward, had screamed at him that you knew something was different, that you felt it too. He had only stared at you, swallowing the words that burned in his throat, forcing himself to turn away.

Two years. Two unbearable, soul-crushing years.

And then, when you were eighteen, when the world had shaped you a little more, when you had learned what it meant to make your own choices—you had come back to him. And Azriel had finally, finally allowed himself to touch you.

But your father had seen the bond as an advantage. He had never cared for what it meant to either of you, only for the political leverage it provided. And so he had taken you to Velaris during the war, dragging Azriel along, believing he could control what blossomed between you.

He had been wrong.

Because being near you had been intoxicating.

The relationship had not been allowed to progress beyond lingering touches and heated kisses stolen in the dark. But even that had been too much. The number of times you had to mask your scent at dinner, biting your lip to suppress a laugh as one of Azriel’s shadows curled beneath your skirts, playing at the sensitive skin of your thigh, was almost comical. He had smirked at you across the table, golden eyes darkened with something dangerous, something hungry, and you had nearly lost all self-control right there.

Then, the war had stolen you from him.

Dying had been agony—for you, for him. He had felt the bond snap, had felt something inside him shatter. And yet, even in death, you had heard him.

His voice had come to you in the quiet, a whisper in the darkness. When he was lost, when he was alone, he had spoken to you, had called for you.

And then Amren had ripped you from the Cauldron.

The first thing you had seen was Rhysand’s face. He had been the one to hold you as you sobbed, confused and aching, your mind sluggish from the transition. Then Mor, whispering that it was okay, that you were safe. Then Amren, explaining why you had been brought back. Cassian had collapsed before you, weeping as he gripped your hands.

And Azriel had waited.

He had walked beside you, silent, unwavering, his presence steady even as you trembled. He had not touched you, not spoken, not until you were inside his tent at the war camp.

And then all restraint had shattered.

Neither of you knew who had moved first, only that the moment your bodies collided, it had been raw and desperate, lips clashing with too much force, hands gripping, tearing at clothes, gasping against each other as tears mixed between ragged breaths. He had held you like a man starved, like he had been dying and you were the only thing keeping him tethered to this world.

When the war ended, when peace settled, Azriel had worshipped you in earnest.

Years passed, and still, Azriel was utterly, devastatingly devoted to you.

Like now.

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You were drunk, swaying slightly as Azriel guided you through your home, his hand firm at your lower back. He had only left you alone for one night out with Mor and Feyre.

The door had barely swung open before Azriel was there, stepping inside with the kind of quiet precision that made him nearly undetectable—except to you. Even in your tipsy haze, your body recognized him, responded to the shift in the air, the sudden weight of his presence filling the space.

You had barely managed a wobbly smile before his shadows surged forward, curling around your wrists, gliding up your arms, slipping around your waist like invisible ribbons of night. They pulsed, an extension of him, seeking, checking, brushing over the soft skin of your neck before twining through your hair. It was not just a greeting. They were inspecting you.

Azriel’s golden eyes darkened, scanning you from head to toe as his shadows flicked back to him with quiet murmurs only he could hear. His jaw ticked.

“Are you hurt?” His voice was soft, but there was a sharpness to it, an edge of tension laced between his words.

You blinked, feeling the way his shadows coiled tighter, the way they hovered at your pulse points as if to reassure themselves. One of them wrapped gently around your wrist, another ghosted across your cheek, cool and soothing, a stark contrast to the heat blooming beneath your skin.

You laughed lightly, leaning against the doorframe. “Az, I just had a few drinks with Mor and Feyre. I didn’t go to war.”

His wings flared slightly behind him before tucking back in. “You smell like too much wine,” he muttered, but his hands had already found your waist, steadying you, grounding you.

One of his shadows twisted around your ankle, winding up your calf as if confirming your words. It wasn’t unusual—his shadows had always been possessive when it came to you, but tonight, they seemed almost frantic, unable to settle.

“I’m fine,” you assured, voice softer now as you reached for him. Your fingers traced the calloused skin of his knuckles, guiding one of his hands to your cheek. “I promise.”

Azriel exhaled slowly, his thumb brushing over your lips, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, as if making a decision, he scooped you up effortlessly, his arms locking you against his chest before you could even pretend to protest.

Your giggle was muffled against his throat as he pressed a lingering kiss to your temple, his wings shifting around you slightly, cocooning you from the rest of the world. His scent—night-chilled mist and cedar—wrapped around you, grounding and familiar.

His shadows coiled beneath your legs, ghosting up your thighs, curling protectively around your shoulders as if to say, ours, safe, whole.

“You’re impossible,” you murmured, tilting your head to nuzzle against his jaw.

Azriel only hummed, carrying you with quiet ease, his grip firm but gentle. “And you,” he murmured against your hair, voice dipping into that reverent, low tone that always made your breath hitch, “are mine.”

As if in agreement, his shadows curled around your intertwined fingers, sealing the vow in whispers only the night could hear.

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“Az, I’m fine,” you said as he led you to the bedroom, but he only hummed in response, his grip tightening slightly.

“You smell like wine,” he mused, amused. “And poor decisions.”

You pouted, leaning against him heavily. “I make great decisions.”

Azriel chuckled, settling you onto the edge of the bed before kneeling in front of you. His hands were warm as they brushed up your thighs, slow and deliberate. You barely had time to register the touch before he was reaching for a cloth and a bowl of water he had already set aside.

“Close your eyes, love,” he murmured, his voice dipping into that low, reverent tone that always sent shivers down your spine.

You sighed, obeying, as he gently wiped the makeup from your face. His touch was featherlight, unbearably tender, as if he were handling something fragile and precious. You felt his fingers brush against your cheek, his thumb tracing your lower lip before pulling away.

When you opened your eyes, he was watching you with a look that sent warmth blooming in your chest.

“Better?” he asked softly.

You nodded, reaching for him, but he only chuckled again, catching your hands in his.

“Bath first,” he said, lifting you effortlessly into his arms. You let your head rest against his shoulder, inhaling his scent—night-chilled mist and cedar, home.

The bath was already drawn, the water steaming as he lowered you in, slipping in behind you. His hands moved over your skin, slow and careful, working through your hair, washing away the remnants of the night.

You melted into him, sighing as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

His arms tightened around you. “I’d do anything for you.”

And you knew he meant it.

Because Azriel was the sweetest kind of devoted.

He never asked for recognition, never made grand declarations. His love was in the way he noticed everything—the way he bought you little trinkets when he caught you glancing at them for a second too long, the way he always had dinner ready after you’d had a long day, the way he read to you at night, his voice a steady, soothing cadence as you curled against him.

It was in the way he wrote you letters, even when you were just in another room.

Because to Azriel, you were not just his mate.

You were his goddess. And he would worship you until the end of time.

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stars4ani · 1 year ago

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i love ur blog ur writing is so good!!!! 🎀

Could you write for rafe x sub!reader who wakes up in the middle of the night crying for rafe bc she’s horny sjjskaks

thank u ur the sweetest ugh 🤍 and godddd anon this did something to me… i hope i did it justice

nsfw 18+

tw dacryphilia

maybe it was the weather, maybe everything was just too much, but today had gone so painfully slow. on top of that, rafe wasn’t home, out golfing with his friends all day. it was late and you decided to just sleep it off, but all you could do was toss and turn.

you awaken to the door opening, it’s still awfully dark out but you force yourself out of bed to greet your boyfriend.

rafe’s cologne intoxicates all of your senses as you hold him and take in his scent, the lump in your throat getting heavier. tears fall down your cheeks as you leave chaste kisses on his forehead.

“missed you so much, it’s so late now” you whisper, voice breaking.

he’s slightly taken aback by this, but he knows you’re emotional so it’s nothing he’s not used to by now.

“shit baby, was just a few hours…” he chuckles, raising an eyebrow as he takes in the way your nightgown rides up and hangs low at the neckline. “what’s wrong, you need somethin’?” his tone becoming more playful as he becomes aware of what’s really going on.

your lip quivers as you look up at him, pouting as he wipes your tears. “jus’ want you” you whine, barely audibly.

“cryin’ cause you’re horny? god, didn’t think it was that bad” he mocks in disbelief, large hands resting on your hips as he backs you up towards the bed, lightly pushing you down.

the feel of his slightly chapped lips against your warm plush ones sends butterflies straight to your core. you struggle to remove his pants as you claw at the zipper, amusing him even further.

“slow down, m’not goin anywhere baby” he smirks as he swats your hand away, getting rid of his own pants, followed by your thin nightgown.

you’re barely on all fours, your upper body immobile as rafe pushes himself into you, tight walls pulling him impossibly deeper. his large hand rests on your back, pushing you down and keeping you still. regardless, you find it hard to keep still because he’s just so big, tip abusing your poor cervix, causing you to cry out. you’re suddenly on your back, strong arms using your shoulders as leverage as he looks down at you, his coarse thumb wipes a tear off of your flushed cheek.

“wanted it real bad didn’t you?” he says, tone dripping with faux sympathy

you’re too fucked out to respond.. he pulls you up slightly by the neck, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.

“didn’t you?” he repeats, his thrusts becoming sloppier

“yes- fuck rafe- yes, you’re the only one that can make me feel good” your voice trembling as you tell him exactly what he wants to hear

“good, keep talking, wanna hear your voice”

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phantagorica · 5 months ago

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Sevika Kissing Headcannons

18+ MDNI

Sevika x gn!Reader

⚀ ☛ Sevika hums into every kiss she shares with you, a dark low sound almost like a sigh of satisfaction.

⚁ ☛ She gets very handsy as the kiss continues, she loves feeling her way around your body while your lips dance together.

⚂ ☛ “The way you taste is intoxicating.”

⚃ ☛ Kissing tends to excite her so she tries her best to be careful not to hurt you with her metal arm as her control over herself wanes.

⚄ ☛ Sevika likes to have you on her lap when you kiss, her hands securely at your hips as she kisses down your jaw to your pulse.

⚅ ☛ She’ll graze your skin with her teeth and chuckle when you gasp, gently licking and sucking that sweet, delicious spot you like so much.

⚀ ☛ Yes, Sevika is a very good kisser.

⚁ ☛ She strikes me as the type to laugh when she’s kissing you, deep heavy chuckle that resonates from her chest.

⚂ ☛ She likes to lace her fingers into your hair (if she even can lol) and use that as leverage to dominate your mouth, tongues dancing together so sensually it’s almost torture.

⚃ ☛ Of course she’ll flip the two of you over at some point, her knee coming in between your legs.

⚄ ☛ She likes to see you squirm beneath her, looking up at her so helplessly.

⚅ ☛ She really enjoys having free reign to touch as she pleases so she’ll pin your wrists with her metal hand so she can feel how wonderfully warm and soft you are with the other.

⚀ ☛ With your hands out of the way, she’s free to kiss you as messy as she desires, lips moving against yours in a manner betraying her desperation for you.

⚁ ☛ She really can’t help but need you.

⚂ ☛ Sevika delights in all the ways she can make you unravel; she is a sadistic bitch in that regard.

⚃ ☛ And if you behave, you might just receive a delicious reward ;)

⋆ ⚀ ⚁ ⚂ ⚃ ⚄ ⚅ ⋆

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geeky-nightphilosopher · 2 years ago

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Okay, okay. You all are probably ANNOYED about my Leverage posts- and I was on the fence about posting this one because I'm only on season 3. However, I just have SO many thoughts and I need to process them. So- here it goes;

*takes a deep breath*

Leverage is home. Like, I don't- I don't know to explain it. In another post I said the show was intoxicating and that's still true. But it's also- it's also home. Maybe I'm the only one, but when I watch it- I feel like I belong. Which is ridiculous. I'm not talented at all- but Leverage is almost like a security blanket. It's- it's safe and warm... it's home.

The only thing I can think of why it's home is because of them. Because they make it feel like home. They make feel safe and like your being cared for. Like your not alone. Even if you don't think your good at something- Leverage has your back. It gives you a sense of security. Which is weird because their criminals. But- like they said; Sometimes the bad guys are the only good guys you get.

I mean- you have Nate Ford who is always two to three spaces in front of the bad guy. Who sits there and listens to victims and gives them hope. Who talks to his team and bounces ideas off of them- instead of talking down to them. He's the kinda guy that watches from the background and sees all sorts of angles. Gets into the minds of both the victim and assailant. And if the con goes wrong- he has a second one ready to cover. Whose weakness is an empty bottle in an occupied barstool.

You have Sophie. A terrible actress whose good at acting. She can play any part. Be unseen- while being seen. Whose brave, kind, and gentle- but can kick butt when needed. She's not a damsel in distress- but she'll play the part. And the thing about that part is; it's so convincing- even she believes it too. Despite that- she's honest and sincere, she'll tell you what she thinks. Her heart is gold. Her trust is thin. She's like a snake- hypnotizing. Her weakness is the love she gave to a man who thinks too much and feels too little.

You have Eliot. A man that- if you just look at him- you'll just shrug him off. He's like any other brute. Big and brawny. And that's why you shouldn't ever judge a book by it's cover. He's so much more than that. Yes. He's brawn. A real southern charmer. But he has a brain and a heart. He's that big brother and gives you hugs and you can't help but melt into the security of that feeling. That feeling of safety that you just know has an ocean of anger underneath. But your not scared, you can't be scared. Not of him. He's the kinda guy you run towards- because you know he'll keep you safe. And yeah- maybe he'll use his brawn to keep you safe, but he'll also use his brain and his heart. He'll get you out of the situation in one piece with a grumble and a growl. His weakness is his kindness and that's why doesn't let it show.

You have Alec. The brainiac. The hacker- who isn't all that much to look at (compared to Eliot,) at least not at first glance. Yet, there's something about him that screams safe. Just as much as Eliot. He's outgoing and kind. Smart and funny. And the way that he's got everyone's back- even when it doesn't seem like it. He's your go to- to find any kind of internet mistakes and he's a good shoulder to cry on. He's that brother who is dorky, awkward, and nerdy- but he's honest and sincere. His weakness is not being able to be there when it really matters.

And- and you have Parker. The thief. The master thief- that didn't belong anywhere. Nimble and lean as she flips and slinks through vents. She's the little sister the family didn't know they even wanted. Until finally they realized she was what they needed. She's bright and cheerful despite how she grew up. Her life wasn't easy foster care and street living is a rough life- but she still believes in good things; Santa clause, Nate, Sophie, and Eliot. Most importantly she believed in Hardison. She was on her own until she was found and working with a team. Then she belonged to them. Everything she had done- was so that they knew she loved them. Her weakness is having the ability to not get caught.

To end this; Leverage is an amazing shoe- because it reminds us that no matter our background. No matter how many times we've messed up and haven't belonged- we are all human. It tells us that we will find our home, our tribe, our safety. That no matter our weakness- we'll always have somebody who can take our weakness and become our strength.

I'm only on season 3. I'll more than likely have more thoughts come by season 4/ season 5. (If you agree or disagree- don't hesitate to message me!

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tojirights · 1 year ago

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getting into a fight with billy and he pushes you against the wall, arm against your throat. he wants to be mad, to keep snarling in your face but he stops dead in his tracks when you moan. embarrassment surges through your body, taking the place of anger very quickly. "d'ya like this, hm?" billy smirks, finding yet another weakness he can use against you.

you struggle to get his arm off of you, but his muscles flex and hold you firmly in place. "fuck you." you cough out, barely able to find any air. butcher actually laughs this time, kicking your feet apart to slide his knee between your thighs. "i bet you’d love that, ya filthy little girl." he coos into your ear, breath ghosting over your skin. you can't help the strained whimper that leaves your constrained throat.

"are we fighting or fucking, butcher?" you snarl, gritting your teeth and trying to stand your ground but you can't deny the throb taking place between your legs. butcher relaxes the pressure on your throat in favor of pushing his body against yours. you can feel his cock digging into your hip, straining against the zipper of his jeans. "oy well, ain't that the million dollar question..." he grunts, and you're greatful that his body is reacting the same way.

"i do love me a good ol' hate fuck..." he mutters to himself before his lips crash into yours. its a frenzy to get his jeans undone and free his cock. unfortunately for you, your leggings weren't long for this world as butcher rips a hole straight through the crotch.

his hands quickly fly down your sides before landing on your hips. butcher's fingers dig into your skin, sure to leave puffy bruises in his wake as he easily lifts you up. it's almost insulting, the way he can just toss you around, but your body has thoughts of its own. in one swift move, butcher's pushing the thick head of his cock slowly inside your aching cunt. the stretch makes your thighs shake even while wrapped around billy's waist.

"aye, what a good little cunt..." billy groans, warmth enveloping his cock as your pussy takes in every thick inch. "fucking christ, billy." you whine, your arms coming around to dig into his back. he doesn't give you nearly enough time to adjust to his size, quickly bouncing you on his cock and using the wall as leverage. "what's that, love? too much cock for ya?" he teases, pushing impossibly deeper until the head of his cock has nowhere else to go.

you shoot him "shut up and fuck me, you perv." your words lack their usual venom, too turned on to bother with really insulting him. the amount of times you've thought about this exact scenario was maybe slightly embarrassing, but you can't say you're upset now that you finally have butcher balls deep inside of you. "aye, i never keep a lady waitin'..." he snickers, his lips finding the exposed skin of your neck and collarbone.

each nip of his teeth has your head spinning, pleasure and pain mixing in an incredibly intoxicating potion. you're going to have no good explanation for the bruises tomorrow, but all you can seem to care about is butcher's hand sneaking between your bodies to play with your swollen clit. "yer gonna sing pretty for me when ya cum on my cock, right princess?" he's pushing you to the edge, faster than you could have anticipated, your legs shaking with every tandem thrust and flick of his finger.

butcher's cock rubs so snugly against your sweet spot, your vision going blurry as the pleasure consumes you. "f-fuck you, billy." you gasp, back arched off the wall as he pounds your cunt relentlessly. he just chuckles, feeling the way your pussy flutters around him. "wouldn't wanna be doin' anythin' else right about now." the growl in his voice is enough to push you over the edge, stars exploding behind your eyes as the most intense orgasm you've ever had rolls over you.

you're left gasping, panting for breath as butcher keeps fucking your pulsing cunt. "fuckin' hell... just milkin' the cum out, ain't ya? ya want me ta fill this fuckin' cunt up, leave your poor pussy drippin'?" you whimper at his filthy words, clenching around his length as he puncuates every word with a thrust. butcher's groan is animalistic, coming deep from his throat as he releases deep inside of you. each thick rope of cum coats your fluttering walls before dripping down billy's legnth.

he holds you for a moment, panting as he rides out the pleasure. but the silent bliss only lasts for another moment before billy's hand is back around your throat. "don't think this gets you off the hook. still pissed about you lettin' that piece of shite live..." he grumbles, kissing your puffy lips before placing you gently back on your feet and turning his back to you.

you roll your eyes, leaning heavily against the walls as you regain feeling in your legs. "butcher i need pants!" you call as he goes to walk away from you, but he just gives you the middle finger over his shoulder while smirking, leaving you to find new clothes while still leaking cum down your thighs.

"what a fucking gentleman..." you groan.

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brain-rot-central · 1 year ago

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Possession

A/N: This is pure filth. I'm so sorry.

Word count: 2.8k

Rating: Explicit. Please read the warnings!

Pairing: Spawn!Astarion x FemaleHuman!Tav (the reader is Tav)

Warnings: 18+, fingering, cum play, cunnilingus, PiV sex, religion kink, praise kink, breeding kink, corruption kink, possessiveness, slight bdsm?, slight DD/lg (if you squint enough), cock drunk, pussy drunk

Summary: Astarion hasn't had anything in so long, not even himself.

Until you.

Astarion sighs above you with a great heave of his chest, his head dropping low enough to rest his forehead against yours.

You unhook your legs from around the small of his back as aftershocks of your orgasm rock through you. Your legs come to rest on either side of your vampiric lover, his cock still buried within the warmth of your sex. With every rhythmic contraction of your walls around his length, you feel it twitch from within. The head of his cock is nestled at the base of your cervix, and you let out a pleasured mewl knowing he's dribbling the last of his spend directly into your ripened womb with each pulse of his shaft.

Gently, Astarion pulls his length free from your warm nest. You whimper at the sudden loss of feeling full, and his seed begins to seep from entrance. It trickles down your folds and pools under you, causing you to shiver as the night air cools it quickly against your heated skin.

“Tch, such a waste,” Astarion says with a click of his tongue. He's looking down at the apex of your thighs to survey his handiwork, disappointed seeing all of his effort lay in vain.

The blush on your cheeks was finally subsiding when a new wave of warmth rushes to your face again as his eyes study your cunt. Astarion runs a finger up your swollen sex, catching some of his spend and bringing it back up to your entrance. He pushes his finger into your thoroughly stretched hole, languidly pumping the digit in and out.

“We simply cannot have that,” Astarion comments. He removes his digit from your cunt and begins to slither down your torso, littering your sternum in chaste kisses as he goes. “In fact,” he states with a silken tone, “one cannot accept such poor conditions.”

Your nipples harden to stiff peaks as his tongue dips into the valley of your navel. Your legs bend at the knees almost instinctively as Astarion’s lips kiss the curls atop your mound.

Every memory cell in your body responds to Astarion autonomically, as if his touch has been seared into each of your nerve endings. It is intoxicating, and you can never get enough.

This man has dragged you into the depths of the Hells themselves. You've fallen out of favor with the Morninglord and have been shunned by your entire clergy as a consequence of succumbing to Astarion's advances.

It started as a simple favor; a quaint exchange. His continued vigor and vitality, all for the small price of occasional sips of your blood. You were hesitant at first, but you inevitably agreed.

You had no idea it would lead to you being on all fours in the cellar of an abandoned ruin, Astarion mercilessly pounding into you from behind as he grips your hair for leverage. You forfeited your honor to him, and your maidenhood, all too enthusiastically.

And you would do it all over again, for as long as he would allow it.

“We certainly need to rectify this unfortunate predicament,” he says. He kisses the soft skin of your inner left thigh, and you squirm at the stark temperature contrast of his cool lips against your heated skin.

A whimper escapes you as you feel the tip of his nose rub against your clit. Astarion licks a wet stripe up your center and you spread your legs wider, grinding your pelvis down onto the wet muscle.

His hands come up to wrap around your thighs as he suckles on your swollen nub, languidly stroking it with his tongue. You grip the sheets of the bed below you and pull as a strangled moan rips from your throat.

“A-Astarion,” you manage, voice barely above a whisper, “g-gods, please, it's so d-dirty…” Your voice trails off into a moan as he drags his tongue up your taint, collecting the remnants of his spend in a small well.

“F-fuck-!” you yell as his tongue pushes past your entrance, fucking himself back into your hole. Astarion hums into your cunt as he drives his tongue deeper into you, moving his head in just the right way for the tip of his nose to rub deliciously against your clit.

“The Gods are dead, my darling. There is only us,” he speaks into you. The vibration of his voice travels up into your pelvis and spreads across your abdomen, causing an obscene contraction of your walls around his tongue.

Your hands fly up onto his head and grip fistfuls of silver locks, bracing your feet on the bed as you grind yourself over his face. You cast your eyes down between your thighs to inspect the scene below, your breath coming in short gasps.

Smoldering red eyes meet yours, Astarion's eyelashes fluttering as he continues to hum into your sex. He meets your gaze once again and your heart begins to beat wildly inside of your chest.

This man was beautiful, so godsdamned beautiful.

And he was yours.

All yours.

Suddenly, he pulls himself away from your center and you whine in protest. You exchange glances and you see the corner of his mouth pulling upward into a crooked smile. Astarion pulls himself up and over your body again, bracing himself on his elbows on either side of your torso.

You moan softly as you feel his reawakened lust now resting against you, thick and heavy between your folds. The thought of using the small of his back as leverage to glide yourself against the weighted appendage crosses your mind, and you throw your head back with an exasperated sigh.

His hips twitch in response to your wanton display of pleasure and he groans, driving his hardened length through the slick heat of your swollen sex. He glides himself back and forth, smearing your arousal with slow rolls of his hips.

Once again, body almost possessed, your legs come up to wrap themselves around the small of his back, and you wrap your arms around his neck. The pre-cum leaking from his tip provides additional lubrication, and you mewl as the head of his cock teases your clit with each canting of his hips. He continues this torturous routine as he drops his face mere millimeters away from yours.

“I want you to taste us, my love,” Astarion coos as he pulls at your bottom lip with blunted teeth. “I want you to savor how well we complement one another.”

He skirts his tongue across your lips, seeking entrance. You open your mouth to accept him, and you immediately groan in pleasure at the taste spreading over your tongue.

Bittersweet yet mellow, with a distinct note that hits the back of your throat. Your whole body convulses, your back arching off the bed, chest pushing into his. It was debauched and utterly sinful; it was absolutely divine.

“Do you taste it, my darling?” Astarion asks as he pulls his mouth away from yours. His head dips to the nape of your neck and you shiver as he kisses your tender skin. “Can you taste how well we complete one another?”

Your hands travel up the back of his head and you tilt your neck off to the side, allowing Astarion better access to the column of your neck. His tongue worries the two small scars beginning to develop over your jugular vein, his favorite place to feed on you, and you grip fistfuls of his hair.

“Do you know what else I taste, pet?” His mouth closes over the ghosts of your scars and your body convulses, wanton moans spilling from your lips as he nibbles the soft flesh.

“W-hat, else?” you breathe out, words separated by huffs.

“Your arousal.” He licks a stripe up the side of your neck, mouth close now to your ear. “Your excitement.” He nips at your earlobe, pulling gently. His voice drops into a low growl and he speaks into your ear, “Your fertility.”

Your whole body arches off the bed, your breasts pushing into his chest, and you writhe under him. A bolt of lighting shoots across your pelvis as the walls of your cunt clench around the memory of your first time.

You think back to your coupling in the cellar, you on all fours as he slams into you repeatedly from behind. There was no other sound in that cellar aside from the wet squelching of your sex as he drove his length into you repeatedly.

You recall how thoroughly full you felt, how thoroughly mated. Your body willfully opening to him, beckoning him to claim you further. His hands on your hips held you steady as he filled you to the brim with his seed. You'd never cum harder in your life, your walls milking every last drop of his release.

Your clergy be damned; you knew there and then that you wanted Astarion on a carnal level. You want your womb to be desecrated by the sowing of his undead children.

“You want this, don't you?” he moans into your ear, accentuating his words with a drawn out thrust between your legs. Astarion braces his weight on one arm, snaking one hand up and over the delicate column of your throat.

You moan and lift your chin up just as his fingers wrap around your throat. “Tell me how much you want this, little love,” he says to you.

“Do you still want me?” is the silent question wrapped within his words.

Your hands release their hold on his hair and come to grasp the one on your neck. “A-Astarion,” you breathe, voice hoarse as his palm pushes against the center of your throat. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you continue grinding your hips against his length, the head of his cock teasing your soaked entrance.

“What do you want me to do, Tavaria?” Astarion huffs out, voice desperate as he tries to resist the urge to sink himself into your warm, inviting center.

“I want… Gods…”

“What, do you want, Tavaria?” His voice is stern and demanding as he growls into your ear. “Tell me, now.”

Do you still want this, all of this? Us? …All of me?

Your head is swimming. You can think of nothing else but depraved, carnal lust.

“Fuck me, please, Astarion…” You open your eyes, hooded in lust, and meet his gaze. His mouth is slightly agape as he sucks in ragged breaths, his pupils blown wide. “Please, Astarion,” you beg.

The hand on your neck now rises to clasp your chin, holding your head steadfast. “Again,” he growls out, “say it again.” He grinds his hips further against yours.

You moan loudly into the night air, hoping no one from the nearby town hears. “Mark me, Astarion,” you manage to breathe out. “Fill my womb until the entire world can see what you've done to me.” You bring the hand holding your chin up to your mouth, placing soft kisses on the tips of his fingers. “Please,” you whine.

Astarion peels himself away from you in an instant, sitting up on his knees. “Turn over,” he growls out through gritted teeth.

It takes a second for the words to register in your brain, but your body inevitably moves as he commands. You turn yourself over on the forest floor, supporting yourself on your hands and knees. His palms sink into the plush flesh of your hips and he pulls you back toward him, his cock brushing up against the cleft of your ass.

You look over your shoulder to see him spit into his palm, working it over his length with urgent strokes. Suddenly the head of his cock nudges against your entrances and he sinks himself in. Your arousal provides enough support for him to fully sheath himself within you, and he hisses as his tip pushes against the end of your cervix.

Your arms give way and you lean forward onto your elbows, head dropping between your arms as your hips move of their own accord back and forth over his length. Your cunt throbs with each pass of his cock against your walls, and you sigh as it rubs against the spot inside of you that makes you see stars.

“Gods, you are so fucking warm,” he growls from behind you. Astarion reaches forward and grips a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back up. His other hand is sunken into your hip in a vice grip, holding you in place as he continues careening you both toward completion. You know you'll have a bruise come tomorrow, but you didn't care. You want him to mark you, to claim you.

You desperately push yourself back up onto the palms your hands, your muscles struggling to support your weight as your pleasure builds. Your whole body is shaking as you continue to meet his thrusts with your hips. Astarion adjusts his angle ever so slightly behind you, the head of his cock now pushing directly into the spot that turns your vision hot white.

“A-Astarion,” you mumble as saliva pools in your mouth, “d-don’t stop-!” You feel your thighs quaking, your cunt fluttering wildly over his length as you draw closer and closer to the edge.

Astarion catches onto your rapidly approaching crescendo and increases the pace. The clearing is filled with nothing but the wet sound of your arousal and skin slapping against skin. He lifts his chin up toward the sky and his mouth hangs open as he moans incoherently into the night air, hips never faltering in their assault.

“My sweet girl,” he says to you, voice thoroughly and completely wrecked, “you always feel so good around my cock.”

You feel yourself clench around him in response to his praise, pleasured mewls escaping your lips. His hand releases its grip on your hair, coming to rest on your hip as his fingertips sink into the supple skin beneath them. He's spearing himself directly into your cunt, directly into that spongy spot inside you, and your arms falter once again. At this point, you're not going to last much longer.

You cross your arms in front of you, resting your head on your forearms. Your brain has ceased all logical thought as he fucks into you mercilessly from behind. You mumble a mantra of “please, yes, please, oh, there, keep going,” from under him.

One particular thrust has you seeing stars explode behind your vision and you spill over the edge into oblivion. You think you scream, the pleasure ripping through you so intensely that it obscures your other senses, but they're muffled by your face buried in your forearms.

His hips still as your walls contract around him. He sucks in a deep breath through gritted teeth, uneven pants escaping his mouth. He begins to move behind you again, his hips stuttering in short bursts into your wet heat. “I'm going… I'm going to…” he pants from behind you, chest heaving.

You manage to raise your head enough to look briefly over your shoulder. He looks thoroughly debauched; damp strands of silver hair are plastered to his face and beads of sweat drip from the tip of his nose.

He is devastatingly handsome.

“Do it,” you reassure him, softly. “It's okay.”

Astarion’s mouth drops open, a raw, guttural growl rupturing from his throat. His bottom fangs glint in the moonlight and his eyes roll back into his skull as hips finally cease. The grip on your hips tightens as he pulls you further into him, and then you feel it.

Thick ropes of heat coat the inside of your cunt and you moan, feeling some of it slip out between the place where you're joined and drip down onto the forest floor below.

With a drawn-out sigh, he slumps against your back, the added weight causing you both to collapse onto the soft earth below. You feel him mouthing softly against your back, leaving absent-minded kisses across your skin as his brain performs yet another hard reset, the second one of the evening.

Astarion’s senses finally return and he pulls himself free, rolling off of you and onto his back. You reposition yourself onto your side and slot yourself against him. His arm comes down over your shoulder, and you tuck your head against his chest. You feel Astarion kiss the top of your head, and you sigh in contentment at the warm gesture.

Neither of you speak another word, thoroughly spent. As your eyes fall closed, you nestle your cheek against his chest and hear the slow thud of his heart as it lulls you to sleep.

Within his arms, you are safe.

You are loved.

You are home.

#astarion smut #astarion #bg3 astarion #bg3 #astarion ancunin #astarion x reader #astarion x female reader #astarion x tav #fanfiction #baldur's gate 3 #astarion x female tav #smut

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hitomisuzuya · 6 months ago

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it may just be me but i feel like scara would love a s/o who fully submits to him both in the bedroom and out of the bedroom ( ._.) ...

scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. blowjob. facesitting. masturbation. praise. degradation. collar and leash for funsies.

i am super high and horny, so uh, yeah 😳 scara would absolutely love this. especially fatui scara. and i just really wanted to write oral.

you oozed submission for him from practically every pore. and what made it so intoxicating for scaramouche is that you chose to be so subservient of your own free will.

both in and the bedroom and out of the bedroom. you are subservient to him in public as well. and in a very intimate way, and physical way. if scaramouche beckoned you to his lap, you automatically went to him. straddling him and wrapping your arms around his neck, nuzzling your cheek into it.

if he put his hand in your hair, tugging your head back slightly in demand of a kiss, you immediately obliged. shivering from the sensation of having your hair slightly tugged on as you tilted your head up to receive his kiss.

you choose to be this way. scaramouche's dominance was a comforting blanket for you bask in, you didn't have to think about anything.

nothing other than pleasing him.

you are right where scaramouche liked you best, where you thought was a deserving place for you. on your knees, your head resting in his lap. his hand stroked appreciatively through your hair, like he would a pet.

you sighed softly, looking up at him as you nuzzled your cheek lovingly against his thigh. your utter submission to him made his cock pulse and throb. "adorable," he said shakily as your cheek rubbed against his growing erection.

stroking a hand through your hair again, his cheeks flushed seeing you already moving your head towards his cock before he could start guiding it. you automatically knew what he wanted.

you unbuttoned his shorts, nuzzling your cheek against his cock. taking his cock out, you wrapped your hand around it, kitten licking stripes up and down. your fingers stroked so lovingly down the side of his cock you weren't licking or sucking on.

doing your upmost to make sure he felt good. seeing you rub your thighs together stretched his ego. you were getting wet just from tending to his cock with your tongue. it turned you on to submit to him. even better if you reached between your legs, stroking your pussy and edging yourself to show much you enjoying yourself. enjoying sucking him off, worshipping his cock with your mouth.

scaramouche lifted your head slightly, pushing his leaking cockhead against your lips. he delighted in smearing precum on your lips, your tongue prodding in the slit.

your mouth obediently opened for his cock, muffling a moan on it as he bullied it into your mouth. you immediately relaxed into his tightening grip on your hair. he guided your head, his hips jerking as he pumped his cock in and out of your mouth. "good girl," he groaned, "you know your place."

the wet sucking noises of your mouth mingled with scaramouche's moans. you were happy to surrender all control to him, letting him use your mouth as a flesh light to get off. you choked when he wanted you to, muffling moans as he pushed into your throat. your throat spasming around his cock until cum ribboned salty into your mouth.

"good girls deserve a treat, yes?" he cooed in an almost condescending way down at you. you swallowed with his cock still in your mouth, earning you an affectionate pet on your hair. your cheeks dusted with adoration at his tone, your clit swollen and throbbing between your legs.

scaramouche still showed his dominance over you, even while he was underneath you. a carefully chosen collar is fastened around your neck, the leash attached to it was wrapped around his hand. your pussy hovered above his mouth, your hands holding onto the headboard for leverage.

you moaned softly feeling him tug on the leash, his tongue teasing and lapping at your throbbing clit until soft whimpers tinged your moans. you needily rubbed and grinded your pussy on his tongue, your legs shaking as you eagerly sought the sweet friction his tongue provided.

"what a needy pet slut i have," he moaned into your cunt, latching his lips around your clit. your reward was getting to cream on his tongue for sucking him so obediently. your pussy clenched around nothing hearing his degradation.

"please, my master!" you cried out, one hand pinching and rolling one of your nipples between the pads of your fingers. you grinded on his mouth, your hand tightening on the headboard to hold yourself up. "put your tongue inside of me!"

the desperate whimper you let out only made scaramouche harder. smacking a hand on your ass, he swirled his tongue inside of you. "greedy whore," he moaned huskily, his tongue lapping hungrily at your sopping pussy.

he jacked himself off, getting off on your desperation to cum on his tongue as he worked your pussy over. a perfect and submissive fuck toy for him to enjoy.

his precious darling.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #genshin imagines #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you

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crescenthistory · 7 months ago

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21. (During a passionate session, A accidentally draws blood while gripping B’s back (A apologizes over and over while tending to B, who just has a shit-eating grin the whole time)) with barty n reader pls

(may I be 🪳 anon?)

hi lovely 🪳 anon, finally i got around to your request<33 i made them have an established relationship because i craved bf!barty, hope it still scratches your itch hihi. enjoy your daily dose of barty!

Prompt: 21. During a passionate session, A accidentally draws blood while gripping B’s back (A apologizes over and over while tending to B, who just has a shit-eating grin the whole time) from this list

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: not proofread, smut (mdni), vaguely described smut, fem!reader, sexual jokes, aftercare, accidental blood kink, scratching, established relationship, praise kink, multiple orgasms, soft!barty, barty is a masochist, reader almost cries, cursing, reader is (jokingly) mean to him and he loves it, the l word is said a lot

Note: i am so soft for this man

If there was one way to describe your relationship with one Barty Crouch Junior, it is all encompassing.

Intoxicating, larger than life, obsessive.

He was not one to act half-heartedly in any regard, to both your chagrin and infatuation. It was not half-hearted when he more or less picked you out of the crowd in your first year, claiming you as his best friend without giving you time to react, dragging you by the hand into the whirlwind of his life. It was not half-hearted when he chased off any romantic prospect for you because they were not good enough for you, baby, even landing some in the infirmary if they dared hurt your feelings. It was not half-hearted when he finally crumbled under the weight of his own feelings, consequences be damned, and brought his lips to yours in the abandoned Slytherin common room late at night.

And it certainly was not half-hearted how he claimed you, body and soul, ever since whenever ample opportunity arose.

You had no complaints about that aspect of it.

Which is how your skin was shimmery with a light layer of sweat with Barty’s lazy, toothy kisses lathered all over your neck as he worked into you in the solitude of his dorm. Evenings when you could stay over, the other boys were quickly kicked out by Barty, though to no significant inconvenience for them, as Regulus was more than happy to sneak away with James and Evan was in the middle of pursuing some hot heated Ravenclaw. In their absence, Barty’s presence easily dominated the room, hands roving all over your body as his whispers of worship filled your ears and anything other than him became completely erased from your mind.

Your legs trembled where they had him in a death grip as his skillful ministrations and attentive thumb brought you towards your fourth climax of the night. His name spilled over your lips along with a string of curses as your eyes clamped shut. You could feel his smile through his kisses as he worked beautiful marks onto your shoulders – just far enough down to be shielded from view in your uniform, your shared little secret.

“Fuck, such beautiful sounds from my best girl,” Barty’s voice was hoarse from the past hours, which somehow just drove you crazier for him. “Are you gonna come for me, gorgeous? Let go for me?”

No coherent thoughts could be strung together, your mind going blank with just Barty coursing through it. Instead you moaned prettily in a way that made Barty groan and pick up his speed, determined to coax more from you, just a little more.

Your hands had been clinging to his flexing bicep and tugging at his hair, but as your body came undone beneath him, you resorted to clutching onto his shoulders and back instead. Your nails, that you always kept long enough to satisfyingly scratch Barty’s hair and arms, dug into his skin for leverage, and you half-registered the moans of pleasure he gave into the skin of your neck. As your body shook both from your climax and the movements of him against you, your fingers dragged slowly down his back.

“Oh, gods– Barty–” was all you managed to get out as you clambered onto him, seeing stars. You needed him closer, just a little closer, more.

“Love it when you say my name, baby,” he whispered into you as his hips stuttered, finally reaching his own high with a groan. “S’good for me, s’perfect.”

You shakily kiss his shoulder, palms moving to smooth over his back you had just been clawing at, the movement instinctual and dripping with affection. Calming him down, gearing him through his own earth-shattering orgasm.

His movements slowed down, dragging the seconds out, before he finally stilled against you, collapsing with his weight onto you in that way he knew you loved. His hands that had been consuming every piece of flesh, every curve of your body, became almost painfully light now, brushing up your sides, over your arms, a silent thank you. You could read this man without needing to open your eyes or ears.

For a minute you laid there, regaining your breath while also revelling in the smell of him mixed with the haze of sex that filled the room.

Then, Barty laughed breathily into your shoulder before retreating from his cocoon to look at you with lovesick eyes, propping his weight up onto his elbows.

“That was one for the history books.” His grin was lopsided, sweat still over his eyebrow.

You laughed in turn, giving him a slight roll of your eyes, but you couldn’t disagree. The longer you were together, the more you learned of each other, the more passionate your frequent trysts became. You didn’t think you could love him more.

Still – “You’re deranged, Junior,” you said through a laugh – you couldn’t let the opportunity to tease him slide.

Unfazed, Barty leaned down to press a lazy kiss to your lips and despite your teasing you had no inhibition with kissing him back, passionate and slow. “Maybe,” he said between kisses. “But you love me all the more for it. And I love you too.”

You mumbled an I love you, silly against his lips and you could feel him grin against you.

All too soon, Barty pulled back and away from you, rolling off your body to reach for his wand on the bedside table to clean the both of you – and the sheets – up. You gazed after him with a look you knew your friends would never let you live down if they were here to see it, studying his features as he laid on his stomach, stretching his arm out. One of his legs were still tangled with yours, as if he couldn’t stand being completely without your touch. The muscles in his bicep flexed deliciously, as did the ripples across his shoulders and back, and –

“Merlin’s tits, Barty, your back!” you exclaimed, instantly snapping out of your daze.

It was normal for you both to be quite marked up after being with each other, especially on nights like this where you could truly take your time. Your hips often had some beautiful bruises grazing its sides, hickies covering your chest and collarbone, sometimes your neck if Barty felt particularly possessive. In turn, you loved giving him your own love bites and his shoulders and biceps often had small indents from your nails digging into them.

But this– Your eyes roved over Barty’s back, the usual pink streaks of teased skin that you left there were now bright red and razor thin, blood piping out at random places. There were many of them, trailing over and around each other, a bloody, angry constellation of your desperation from mere minutes ago.

At your outburst, Barty looked at you over his shoulder with a smug smirk, fingers finally curling around his wand. “What of my back?”

“I– it’s–” you sputtered, one hand wildly gesturing towards him, the other half-covering your mouth as you sat up to get a better view. “You’re bleeding, darling I’m so sorry.”

Barty sat up to match you, grabbing you by your thighs to drag you closer to him. A stupid grin was still plastered over his face.

“Oh, I know,” he smiled. “It was so fucking hot.”

His words didn’t register with you as you kept fussing over him, attempting to sit at his side so you could see his wounds and his face all at the same time. His hand on your thigh squeezed as he continued to laugh silently.

“You’re bleeding.” You repeated, letting your finger ghost over the skin right beside a particularly bloody scratch. "Gods, I'm so sorry." Your eyes began to sting as they flitted all over his back, and at that Barty seemed to snap out of his humour.

“Hey, no, baby, hey.” He grabbed your hands with his, forcing you to look at him. “It’s fine, love, don’t worry. It’s more than fine actually, I liked it – loved it even. You should really make me bleed more often.”

You stared at him incredulously, as if he was being particularly stupid, eyes still slightly glossy with tears. “What?”

He laughed even more at your confusion, which almost shifted the apologies on the tip of your tongue into scolding.

“As I said, it was hot. I knew you were drawing blood as you were doing it – didn’t you hear how much I loved it?” His tone was teasing, mischief evident on his face.

You opened and closed your mouth at that, trying to make your post-orgasm brain keep up with the conversation. “I actually didn’t hear anything by that point,” you mumbled, looking between your hands clutched with his and his face, which now looked impossibly more smug.

“Right, that’s on me then,” he teased. You pretended to lightly shove him, but he used your movement against you, trapping you in his arms and dragging you closer to his body.

“You’re so stupid, you know that?”

“Was I stupid when I made you come once on my fingers, once on my tongue and twice on my–”

You pinched him, making him yelp in a voice so light it made the both of you laugh. You squeezed him in your arms, careful not to let your hands touch his still bleeding back.

“I still wanna say sorry.” You pulled back to look at him. The threat of tears were gone, but your lower lip jutted out ever so slightly, enough that he simply had to kiss it better. So he did, lips softly brushing yours in a way that calmed you down every time.

“Well, don’t,” he murmured against your lips. “Nothin’ to be sorry for, darling. I actually give you blanket consent to please make me bleed again next time. However you want.” He winked at you and you lightly swatted at his arm, though you couldn’t ignore how your blood warmed at his words.

“Shut up,” you mumbled before kissing him again. Your tone made it clear to Barty that he won that conversation.

“As much as I’d love to keep kissing you.” Barty pulled his lips away from yours, holding your face in between his palms. “Can I please clean us up like I wanted, now?”

You simply nodded, leaning back onto your elbows beside him as he quickly flicked his wand over your bodies and the bed. A sigh escaped your lips at the warm feeling across your thighs and stomach, as if somebody had carefully dragged a warm towel over you and immediately dried you off. Barty smiled at you softly when he heard your sounds of comfort.

You reached out to take the wand from his hands and moved to point it towards his back when he snapped out of staring at you and caught the tip of the wand with his hand before you had the time to use it. “What do you think you’re doing?”

You looked at him confused. “Cleaning you up?”

“I already did that,” he retorted.

“I meant the cuts, Barty.”

He immediately shook his head at that, prying the wand from your fingers – his wand, that wouldn’t even have been as effective when you used it – and giving you an almost offended look. “Nope. They’re staying, if I wanted them gone I would have healed them.”

“Barty–” you began to chide, but he cut you off.

“I want to keep them. Little reminder of you. We don’t heal the hickies I give you, hm?” His voice was equal parts teasing and affectionate now, as if your scratches was something precious to him.

“My hickies aren’t painful and bleeding.” You deadpanned at him. He just shrugged, as if your point was entirely irrelevant.

“You’ll stain the sheets with your blood,” you tried then.

“How unfortunate that I’m not a wizard who can remove blood stains without any effort.” He tauntingly waved the wand in your face then before leaning over to place it back on his nightstand.

You just groaned at him, hoping he knew that it meant you are insufferable and impossible. He did, and it warmed his heart.

“C’mon, darling,” he drawled as he snuck back up beside you, pulling the duvet around the two of you, creating your own perfect cocoon. “You should be flattered, if anything.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, but still pulled him further into your arms, limbs entangling and bare chests pressed against each other. A relaxed sigh escaped you, indicating that you were in no way actually indignant.

“Just don’t want you to be in pain, B.” Your hand moved up to play with his hair, culprits lightly scratching at the nape of his neck.

Barty’s eyes softened at that and he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. “‘S not painful, love, I’m good. I’m all good.” His words were whispered against your skin. You closed your eyes at the sensation, the safety of it all.

“You sure?”

“I swear it.”

You hummed, relenting, and finally buried your face in his neck as he pulled you closer. Sporadic kisses were pressed into your hair, your shoulder, as you continued with your soft conversation filled with praises and small declarations of love. You didn’t notice you were beginning to slip away before your breath slowed against Barty’s skin and he glanced down, smiling when he saw your sleeping form. His fingers drawing patterns on your back spelled out I love you as he kissed your forehead, lips lingering on your skin.

“Goodnight, my love.”

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