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small-sinclair · 2 years ago

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Roadside Angel

Lester x y/n

Tw: reader survives a car wreck, watched someone die, glass, injured reader, blood, character deaths, being referred as property for a moment

Part two | Part 3

When you woke up this morning, you didnlt think you would be in a car wreck on the country road in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere. Jace's car flipped three times, and you heard Britney's neck snap, killing her in seconds. You remembered holding on to your seat belt so hard until the car stopped, and your friend's glazed eyes met yours. Jace was going nearly 100 down the road even though you told him to slow down, but he had to impress his now dead girlfriend. You were just along for the trip to the lake, and he graced you with the permission to have you come along. He was going to ask her to marry him, but you guess that love dies within a snap... ha, terrible joke, y/n.

When you came back, your brother and William, who was in the backseat, dragged you out of the car. Black smoke raised above the car as the fire in the front of the car was sandwiched between a pine tree and a large rock. Your brother's face had small glass peeking out of the skin, and William's face was pale from shock and panic. You looked back at the car, seeing Brittney's eyes in the flames, and you saw Martin's head smashed and broken in the backseat. You forgot he was there because he was sleeping. Going out in your sleep was a good gift; that's what your grandfather told you two days before he died in his sleep. Irony is like a skillet cooking an eggs.

"You okay, y/n?" Your brother asked, looked at you up and down. "Oh, shit. You're bleeding!"

"Jace, I see a car!"

"Flag them down, Will!" Your brother took off his green flannel and held in over your arm, careful not to touch the big chunk of glass sticking out of shoulder and upper arm. "You're going to be okay, y/n."

"Jace, what about you?" You asked in a whisper. You didn't realize that you were shaking, your eyes dead and numb. Every time you blink, all you see is Britney's eyes. "You good?"

"Forget me, okay?" He asked as the truck came into view, slowing down. "Keep pressure on your arm. I'll talk to the driver."

You knew you were in shock, that's why you weren't screaming in pain yet, but you knew that it'll come soon. You knew that once it hits you, you won't stop screaming and crying. You remembered that the closest hospital was 30 miles from here, and that's not enough time for you. On the other hand, you were just happy your brother lived. If anything, you were nervous how William was feeling about it all along with how he was going to pin this on you.

The driver got out of his truck in a hurry when he saw you sitting in the grass with blood running down your arm. He was short and looked like he needed two sandwiches. His face was covered in grim and dirt, and he still had the morning's shadow on his cheeks and chin. His faded red work shirt was unbutton and tucked in his pants to show his dirtied and torn white shirt. Around his neck, you thought he was wearing dog tags, but they were small bones once he got closer. His bright brown hair was greasy and curled up to the southern heat under his green hat. He looked worried as he stopped in front of your brother, but you couldn't hear a thing. Your ears started ringing as your eyes clouded and laced over the evening sky. This was the most prettiest sunset you've seen in a long time.

Soon, the stranger was in front of you, snapping his fingers to wake you from your fog. His voice was muffled as your body swayed side to side slightly. You could feel the earth lift up then back down like a roller coaster you once rode at the State Fair when you were a kid.

"...can ya 'ere me?" His voice was so sweet in your ears once you felt yourself grounded again. "Sweetpea? Hey," he snaps his fingers again, "com' back t' me. Don't go too far, 'kay? Com' back." Once he felt your eyes on him, he gave you a smile as sweet as honey, showing his rotten and blacken teeth. His lips were cracked and showed a healing cut. " 'At's it. Good. Hey there, beautiful," he cooed, his eyes looked over your upper body to make sure you weren't bleeding anywhere else. "C'n ya tell me yer name, sugar?"

"You have pretty eyes," you answered instead. His brown eyes were so soft and gentle. He shot you a confused looked, his cheeks a soft pink. "Real pretty eyes."

"Darlin'," he whispered as he looked at your arm. "I need ya to tel'me yer name."

"Y/n," you answered, your head getting dizzy again.

"It's real good t'meetcha," he said with a grin, worried pressed over his eyes. "C'n ya stan', sugar?"

You winced when you shrugged. "Catch... me?"

You felt the weight of the world crushing on you as you leaned to the side, closing your eyes. You expected your head to hit the dirt, but he caught you. His hands were rough but gentle to the touch. The smell of death came from his body, but you cared less. His hands were strong and warm as he lifted you up, cradling you. For someone so small looking, he was strong. When your eyes parted, you were being placed in the truck with your brother's help. William was getting into the back of the truck once the door slammed.

"C'n get ya to Ambrose in ten," the driver promised as he slammed his door. "It'll be bumpy, so hang on t'em." Then his eyes fell on you. He looked so scared as he started the truck and gunned it down the road. "Keep yer eyes open, y/n, yeah?" He asked, turning on a dirt road sharply. "Tel'me yer favorite color. Flower. Anythin'."

Your eyes looked up at your brother, seeing a stream of tears falling down fast. You looked up at the ceiling, seeing different antlers hanging. You wanted to touch one, hold it close, and ask its spirit for its name. Imagine asking that? You are really losing it, aren't you?

"F/c," you answered, your hands now tracing the gator skin on the radio. "It matches my eyes."

"Ya know? 'i a good color," the driver agreed, driving over the dirt road and river rocks. Luckily, it hasn't rained in a couple of days, so the road wasn't washed out. "I lik' green an' yeller."

The way he talked made you giggle. The sunset poked through his hair and trees, making the shadows cast over him, giving him a pair of angel wings. He was your roadside angel at this point. "Bet it looks good... good on you?" You found it harder to stay awake. The pain started kicking in. "What's your name?"

He looked at you then back at your brother. Guess you didn't hear him the first time, huh, y/n? "Lester," he answered. "Lester Sinclair."

"Pretty name," you breathed. The pain in your shoulder finally got to you, but you didn't have the strength to scream or cry. You didn't feel like doing anything besides sleeping. "I'm tired, Jace."

"Stay awake," your brother ordered. "See? We're here!" The truck stopped as soon as he said it. "Stay awake, y/n."

The car door opened on your brother's side as Lester hopped out of the seat, sliding over the hood of the car. William's hand slipped under you roughly, and his hand squeezed hard enough to leave a bruise. Soon, you felt yourself being lifted up in Lester's arms and hurried steps towards a house on a hill.

You heard the house door open as a taller man in a blue worker's jumper stepped out. "The hell's this, Les?" The older man barked. "What the fuck--?"

"They're hurt," Lester said, going up two steps. "Really hurt, Bo!"

"Like I care--"

"You betta care," Lester snapped. He never gets angry with his brothers, but seeing you like this was enough to make his chest ache. What were you doing to him, y/n? What is this? "Y/n needs help." He was careful with your hurt shoulder and arm as he held you closer. "Please, Bo? Get Vincent for help?"

Bo hates it when Lester flashes his puppy eyes. How could he say "no" to that look? Bo looked past Lester towards Jace and William before sighing in defeat. "Fine," he stepped aside. "Pa's office. I'll get Vinny."

Are all southern men this hot? They weren't kidding when they say men grew in southern soil.

Everything was a blur from there.

You were placed on a cold and hard bed? Table? What the hell is this? But you were there as Lester left the room to come back with a big bowl and a first-aid. you felt yourself weave in and out as his voice became muffled again...

When your eyes opened, you were met by a lifeless and blank face looking down at you, raven hair tucked behind his ear, and hands working over your shoulder. You felt numb on your left side. He noticed you were a wake, but he didn't say anything or gave you the motion that he wanted to talk to you. You didn't feel pain as you drifted back to sleep, hearing your brother screaming your name before his dying screamed left. Oddly, you felt safe here...

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"Don't kill 'em," Lester begged on his knees in front of Bo and Vincent. "Please, don't kill 'em."

In the kitchen, the twins sit in their chairs as they looked down at their brother, scared and shaking. Bo's boots were covered in y/n's brother's blood while Vincent's waxed face was covered in small spatters of William's. Their blue eyes looked at each other then down at Lester.

Bo shook his head, clicking his tongue. "Ya know t'rules."

Lester shook his head huriedly. "But they lived fer a reason!"

"Yeah," Bo nodded towards Vincent, "so he could dump them in wax." He almost laughed but... "It's sad how they gotta go."

"Then why didn't ya use t'whole thin' on 'em, Vince?" He looked up at his brother. "Why not t'whole numbin' thin'?"

Truth to be told, he didn't know why. Maybe it's because he heard you whispering a "thank you" to him after he was done working on you? Was it your sleepy grin?

"Can't keep 'em--"

"But ya keep pretty girls all th' time!" Lester argued back at Bo. "Bet if ya had yer hands on 'em, ya would lock 'em up down stairs!"

Bo's eye twitched. "Watch it."

"Am I wrong?" Lester asked, standing up, opening his arms. "When ya find someone, ya keep 'em and expect us t'be okay wit' it! But when I find someone, it's wrong?"

"Lester, I said..." Bo stopped himself and sighed. His little brother does have a fair point. "Damnit."

"An' ya promised I could hav' th' next one!" Lester added, his voice cracking. "Ya goin' back on it?"

Bo bit his lower lip, settling down his anger. The last thing he wants is that little thing in Pa's office to wake up to this. But why was he worried about that, too? Why was he worried that y/n would wake to this? Was he afrid of killing them? No, Bo Sinclair never gets scared! But... They looked so tired when Lester brought them in. He almost felt sorry for you... almost.

Giving in, Bo rubbed his face. "Fine," he breathed out. "But ya hav' two months wit'em 'fore I kil' 'em."

Vincent cut off Bo, signing, 'Unless you can get them to say 'I love you'.'

Bo shot a look at Vincent and was about to protest, but he looked back at his brother. Big Mistake. His brother's bright brown eyes were filled with hope and happiness. Who was he to kill his brother's joy? It's not fair, he knows this, but Bo didn't want his brothers to get too attached to y/n. If Lester can't get them to love them, then Bo will kill them.

That's a fair trade.

Bo stood up and held up two fingers when he said, "Two months. If y/n doesn't say they love ya," he picked up the hunting knife. "I'll kil' em with 'is, an' ya hav'ta watch." He lifted a brow. "Deal?"

Something inside Lester exploded with happiness and joy. "Deal."

And what a deal it was.

#lester sinclair x reader #roadside angel #lester sinclair x y/n #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x g/n reader #house of wax fanfic #house of wax 2005 #house of wax #house of wax (2005)#house of wax fanfiction #slashers x reader #slasher fanfiction #slasher x y/n

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wonfilms · 2 years ago

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TXT WHEN YOU PULL THEM IN FOR A KISS BY THE BELT LOOP [ 🪽 ]

includes : ot5! x gn reader

warnings : slightly suggestive? , kissing

word count : 0.7k

A cocky smile graced Yeonjun’s lips the moment you made your way into his arms, “why are you so flustered honey?” His voice dripped in confidence as he spoke. You had to admit he was making your aim much harder with the teasing but the moment you wrapped your index finger around the loop on his trousers and tugged him close his cool facade practically melted. Your breath mingled with his, as a smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth.

“Oh? ” he whispered, though he wished his voice wouldn’t let him down like that. You pressed a sweet kiss to his cupid’s bow and watched his cheeks flush in the prettiest shade of pink. It almost fuels you to carry on. You reached out to grab his cheek and pulled him in for another kiss, this time again only barely grazing your lips against his.

“So cute” he mumbled, his hand wrapped around your waist rubbing painstakingly slow circles on your skin. “Are you going to try that again or will you let me kiss you properly this time hmm?”

Soobin would be lying if he liked playing it cool, because right now it was taking all the effort in the world to not kiss you senseless right there and then.

He’d let you have your fun..

But he just wishes you wouldn’t be so sweet and gentle with it. When you made your way to nestle between his arms, he’d thought nothing of it but now here you were pressing feather light kisses on his cheeks, which is doing nothing to quench the aching in the pool of his belly. It was rather making his face ignite in what felt like flames with how flustered he was getting.

You took the chance to wrap your finger around his belt loop as he was distracted, yanking his forward in a swift movement which caused his body to tumble messily against yours.

The lack of space between the two of you made you almost dizzy as he pressed his lips to yours. “You should do that again…” he mumbled between kisses, “I kinda liked it.”

“Okay , what are you planning y/n ?” he smiles allowing you to nestle into his chest. “Nothing” you took the opportunity of his strayed attention to wrap your index finger around the loop of his belt.

Beomgyu knew you were up to something when you came oh, so innocently to plant yourself into his arms.

you tugged him closer slowly until his stomach was pressed against yours before you leaned up and seized his lips in a soft kiss.

You approached Taehyun with a mischievous grin and a plan and he could sense it from a mile off.

“Okay what’re you gonna do?” he almost sighed, “nothing tyun, nothing at all. “. you leaned forward to press a small peck upon his bottom lip before slinking an arm around his waist and pulling him close. He almost toppled backwards grabbing the counter for support. You hooked a finger into his belt loop pulling him into a sweet kiss.

Hyuka was expecting anything but the confidence that spouted out of you. He quite literally gasps out of shock as he tumbles into your chest.

He hummed sweetly as you kissed him, sending warm vibrations down your body. “You know what? you’re so cute” he whispered, the tips of his ears blushing red at the close proximity between your bodies.

“I love you hyun..” you smiled widely, taehyun could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks in embarrassment, to which he hid his rapidly blushing face into the crook of your neck. “Okay, okay… i love you too …” he mumbled, “a lot..”

You take the opportunity to tease him more, “nope i don’t know kai? Perhaps you’d like to tell me..” , you feel him let out a tired breath into the crook of your neck, “maybe i’ll just show you instead..”

A blush evident on his cheeks, eyes widened as he peers down at you. He looks at you awaiting an explanation to which you just shoot him a sugary sweet smile. “You really don’t know what you do to me, do you?”

a/n : i enjoyed writing this a bit too much eh loh ehl

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freneticfloetry · 11 months ago

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Okay, who's surprised that this fic has gotten wildly out of hand? @sugdenlovesdingle already knows this, but I scrapped most of my original idea like two days before this was due to post, and while it was absolutely the correct call, the first plan I had, for a fluffy little short-and-sweet piece, unfortunately also fell by the wayside.

This TK is so, so precious to me, though. I don't think I can put into words how much. But I can, apparently, put it into many, many sentences! Have seven more of them in the meantime.

Thanks to @heartstringsduet, @liminalmemories21, @paperstorm, @carlos-in-glasses, and @lemonlyman-dotcom for the tags.

“Okay,” TK pants from the wrong end of the bed, head hanging heavy over the edge, “who are you, and what have you done with the man I’m gonna marry?” Carlos laughs low in his throat, scratching idly at his abs. “I know it’s been a little bit, babe, but we have definitely done that before.” The mere mention of this particular that brings a flash from just a few moments ago, and between the memory and miles of burnished bronze skin, TK’s tempted to start all over again. Sadly — in this moment, on this day — one of them has to be both naked and a responsible adult, and it might be a nice change of pace if that person was actually him. Somehow his own muscles manage to remember how to move. “Not in the middle of the morning,” he says, digging in with his heels and scooting down with his hips until he’s shifted fully onto the mattress, “when we’re like nine hours away from having your whole family over.”

And in addition to last week's inspiration, which was all about a certain happy bouncy boy, I'm also drawing all my Carlos vibes from the warmth of this snippet of Sarah Kay poetry from In the House With No Doors.

Tagging in @ambiguouspenny, @never-blooms, @strandnreyes, @reyesstrand, @orchidscript, @rmd-writes, @whatsintheboxmh, @welcometololaland, @walkinginland, @herefortarlos, @three-drink-amy, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @carlos-tk, and @alrightbuckaroo.

#seven sentence sunday #my fic #esta noche es de alegría #it’s coming i swear #there’s just much more of it than i anticipated

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relicsongmel · 1 year ago

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you should. tell me your thoughts about ray shields

OH GOD OH FUCK OKAY IF YOU INSIST. I hope you’re ready cause hooooo boy do I have some for you HERE WE GOOOO

Where the hell do I even start. Raymond Shields…my ray of light. My hotshot wonder. My weirdgirl king. I guess before anything else I’ll tell you about how this man absolutely blindsided me—Uncle Ray put your friend Mel through a turnabout of her own and she’s gonna explain how it happened so buckle in. I’ll try to make this as coherent as possible but I need you to understand this man has way too much power over me and a single fleeting thought of him can melt my brain into mush so. Apologies if this comes out as completely nonsensical it’s his fault not mine

I’ve been in the Ace Attorney fandom for a little over a year and had a couple of things accidentally spoiled for me as a result (some of which was my own fault, admittedly) but when I started Investigations 2 last September all I knew about Ray was his name and (sort of) what he looked like. Like a lot of English-speaking fans, I was initially put off by his portrayal in the localization. This immediately stuck out as odd to me because my personality is such that I don’t have a lot of characters I genuinely dislike, especially if they’re part of the main cast—even if they’re not my favorite I can almost always find something to love about them. It made me wonder if maybe some of his quirks got lost in translation somewhere (and I did find out later that this was indeed the case), but I didn’t actively seek out that information at the time for fear of being spoiled, so I just suffered through the early parts of The Imprisoned Turnabout doing my best to ignore what I perceived as questionable behavior on his part.

However, if I’ve learned anything from my time in this fandom it’s that nothing in Ace Attorney is surface level—one of my FAVORITE things to do when playing this series besides voice acting the characters is figuring out what makes them tick and speculating character motivations as the game progresses using the little hints scattered by the writers here and there—I was already somewhat intrigued by Ray’s apparent grudge toward Miles but when the revelation of his partnership with Gregory dropped my brain immediately went BRRRRRRRRR. I started wondering what that experience of working for him was like and how it affected him (and if his unwavering loyalty to Gregory was related to his grudge toward Miles). I started exploring the whole WEB of parallels between him and Gregory and Miles and Phoenix and Mia and Maya and Kay (and probably more but those are the main ones). I fell in love with the beautiful mentor-student relationship he developed with Miles, even if in the moment I was baffled by the weirdly flirty things Ray sometimes says to him (like the line about swapping clothes in the Winter Palace. What the fuck was that about sir) and VERY confused/worried about whether Miles had met him as a child or not (I still don’t know/can’t remember if the game ever gave us a concrete answer on this btw—if any of you know please do enlighten me). And above all I knew—I KNEW that he was hiding a boatload of trauma regarding the DL-6 incident; made even more clear to me by the contrast between his teen and adult selves once I got to The Inherited Turnabout. I knew he was using humor as a mask to hide the pain of what happened. I knew from the fact he still had Greg’s old coat and wore his hat every day that he hadn’t moved on. This, I thought to myself, is a deeply emotional man deathly afraid of emotional vulnerability haunted by the ghost of a loved one. And let me tell you, as someone who’s been in a similar position myself, to say that really struck a chord with me is an understatement.

AND THEN THE THIRST. Oh boy. If I’ve sounded really eloquent up until now that shit’s about to go out the goddamn window because SWEET MOTHER MARY I AM DOWN SO BAD IT’S EMBARRASSING. I recorded my playthrough starting from Chapter 2 (just for fun—I’m not nearly brave enough to post any of it on the internet except maybe some short clips here and there) and you can literally see the clear turning point I had after hearing his Objection voice for the first time. I started making innuendos left and right (IT’S NOT MY FAULT his dialogue lends itself really well to that sort of thing ok). In true Ray Shields fashion it started half as a joke but devolved into absolute chaos. This coupled with the fact that I was slowly but surely becoming more invested in the inner conflict of his character? I was beyond saving at that point. No hope for me. Nothing left but to leap into Uncle Ray’s arms and let them wander where they will. “Ride that stallion into the sunrise,” as it were. I could go on but quite frankly the things I want that man to do to me (and what I want to do to him) are too unholy for this world so I’ll leave it there.

And that’s the story of how Raymond Shields permanently infected my brain. It’s been an absolutely wild ride but I hope you enjoyed the journey—glad we can share our love of this silly disastrous emotionally repressed paper-eating man together <3

#ask #raymondshields #raymond shields #aa #aai2 #about me #↖️ this user is not normal about raymond shields ace attorney and you best believe she's going to make it everyone's problem #<- AND NOW YOU KNOW. why I have that tag #this was an absolute DELIGHT to write thank you <3

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wormholxtreme · 11 months ago

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@soullesstrouble said | "Indeed, I've traversed the distance between us, not just in miles, but in the yearning echoes of my soul that whispered your name across every horizon. And now, standing before you, I find solace in the sweet confession that is my sincerest truth: I have missed you, with a depth words can only attempt to fathom." // Adam the first time he saw Kay after those 7 years.

Dead. That's how Kaylee felt. This knot in her stomach twirled and flittered with every movement of the unborn child in her womb. She'd spent months following the whims and orders of Lady Death. Months where her hands dripped with ichor so black it turned the blood of those she touched to ice. Millions of lives across the expanse of the universe fell silent with a simple swipe of her hand.

Every time she looked in the mirror, her hair was a record of her crimes. The blood of her victims stained her once golden locks a deep red. Even though Sophie's soul had reached her, had helped her battle the waging war inside that she was losing all that time she was at Lady Death's beck and call, all Kaylee saw when she looked in the mirror was the monster she became. Black leaked from her eyes and hands. Her mouth, a proud smirk of the destruction she caused. Most mirrors in her apartment were shattered now, but all it did was crack the vision into an even more disturbing image.

Her heart felt heavy with the reality. It was her fault. She wasn't strong enough to battle the darkness in her soul and it won out in the end. It didn't matter she was back now. Nothing would wash the blood off her hands, or her soul.

If only that was the only thing that weighed on her mind these days. There was another chapter to this story though, a predestined tale written by the quill of Lady Death's relentless narration. She wanted more than just the weapons already in her possession. She wanted something unstoppable, and what better than the child of a horseman and a Titan.

Kaylee's hand rested on her abdomen as she contemplated the reality of her situation. Athan was...Kaylee didn't know what he was. He was a blank slate, hard to read, hard to pin down. Artemis and Pepper seemed to have a handle on him. Trying to introduce him to the world he should have been raised in. Trying to reach beyond the darkened veil he was raised behind. Kaylee herself wasn't so sure. They didn't witness his cruelty the way she did. They didn't know what he was truly capable of. Then again, a year ago, Kaylee never would have thought herself the same and now...now she knew better.

Adrift in a relentless hurricane, Kaylee found herself drowning. What was she supposed to do with this child? A child too dangerous to live, but too dangerous to terminate. No one liked the answer, and Kaylee would never say the words aloud, but she knew in her heart, the only solace the universe would have from her and her child would be to end their lives before it began.

At least that's what she thought until the lighthouse in the storm arrived. Like a beacon, drawing her out of the darkness, Adam stood tall in the war room of the Avengers tower.

Every ounce of Kaylee's being rose and fell in the same moment. She was walking on air and falling into the abyss all at once. Adam. Her Adam was here. Everything she thought, every ounce of negativity left her body and she floated to him and wrapped her arms around his middle. She hugged him tightly, letting her full strength coil around him without inhibition. He was one of the few people in the universe who could handle her strength and boy was she crumbling that the thought of holding back anymore never crossed her mind.

"You're here." She muttered into his chest, her heart pounding with loud thuds every second in his presence. "You're really here." the whisper barely audible.

"Friday, lock the war room. If anyone asks tell them to take it up with dad and if dad asks tell him I need a minute," she ordered the A.I. wanting no one on Earth to ruin this reunion.

He was perfect. The very outline of his jaw, strong and taunt as those cosmic eyes took her in. The last time she peered into them she saw his strength of character, she saw the warrior, leaving his lover behind never to be seen again. This time she saw the concern, the wholeness in which he dared to love her.

Things were different now though. Kaylee wasn't that sunshine child anymore. She was hardened, cut deep by those who dared touch her in his wake. She was a warrior herself but scarred beyond imagination.

She wrapped her arms around him again, averting her gaze from his as the shame of the person he once knew stood dead before him. She was a shadow, a ghost, and no fake smile could cover it. Her head fell, her forehead touching his chest, and her body shuddered as the weight she carried on her shoulders dared to crush her.

His words knocked the wind out of her chest. Did he know? Did he know that she wasn't his anymore? That somewhere deep inside of her the monster killed the starchild he'd fallen in love with all those years ago? Did he know she was incubating another monster too?

Kaylee shook her head finally looking back up at him. Her hand, trembling as she reached to cup his chiseled jaw in her palm. She brushed her thumb against his cheek. He wasn't real. He couldn't be. Her life was one travesty after another, yet her savior had come right when it was darkest.

"I don't need words. All I need is right here."

#soullesstrouble #[character thread; kaylee danvers stark]#((welp...this ended up being longer and more disappointing than I intended))#((but I hope you like it bby XD))#((Kaylee is dreaming rn like her man is here to save the day))

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oneirataxiahiraeth · 2 years ago

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can u write something where kai & the reader r using knife play on each other omg & blood sharing like the reader is a vampire or something that is so hot

The Red Means…

Pairing : vamp!reader x kaiparker

Warnings : mentions of blood, blood sharing, wearing, mentions of magic, choking, blood drinking, overstimulation, knife play, smut, swearing

Word Count : 5.7k

A/N :

Kai and Blood Sharing??? Kai and Knife kink??? I haven’t heard of a better idea ever in my life <3 this has been in my drafts for far too long and I haven’t posted in literally forever and I’m so sorry about it<333 but I hope you loved enjoy, this might be my longest piece yet too!

If there was a lesson you would have loved to learn before today, it would be not to snoop around in a witch's garden.

Which is exactly what you did. Which is why you were in the exact position you were right now. Thrashing and groaning in the passenger seat of the car while Damon drove 90 miles and hour back to the boarding house.

"How and is it on a scale from 1-10?" He asked, so much concern present on his features and laced in his tone. "Y/N?! shit." He seethed when you just responded in a pain filled moan, fingernails ripping into the pristine leather of you car seat.

Your body was hot, and the amount of clothes you were wearing wasn't helping the situation in the slightest. It was a painfully familiar heat... one you felt when you first turned. Of course, it wasn't as terrible as this, but that's the only feeling you could connect this to. You didn't want to admit it, but it was hard not to. You were horny. More than usual, of course. You couldn't tell if the hunger you were also feeling was connected to this... feeling, but it certainly wasn't helping. You couldn't even keep in your fangs. They just kept coming out, making sure to have their presence known. Whatever witchy herb you managed to get yourself into was working actual numbers on you.

By the time you reached the boarding house you would've done the most sinful things to be alone with a blood bag. The plan was to lock yourself in your room, hoping that a little major self care moment and a blood bag or 5 would get rid of this insatiable hunger. But Damon wouldn't leave you. He forced himself under you, sweeping you off your feet and carrying you inside. He was worried, and you found it oh so sweet, but god you couldn't wait to get away from him. The second he figured out what was happening you'd never hear the end of it.

"Bonnie?!" Was the first name he called once he bursts through the door. "Stefan?!" He yelled again, hoping that someone would answer. "Where the hell is everybody?!" He grumbling once again.

It was at this point that you could smell it. Whatever it was. It was strong. Dominating you nose and sending the most pleasurable tingles straight to you core, causing such dampness in between your legs you feared that it's show through your jeans.

"It's so early, too early to be yelling-" Kai's voice rang through the living room as he sat up from the couch. His eyes were half closed, eyebrows raised to suspicion what's he saw the clear muddled state you were in. "and too early to be dealing with whatever that is." He groaned as he stood from the couch, letting off a moan as he stretched the sleep from his muscles. The sound eliciting a small quaint moan from you lips, which Damon took as a noise of pain.... Thankfully. "What is that exactly?" Kai asked, curiosity getting the best of him.

You could hear his foot steps growing closer to where Damon stood with you limp in his arms. You wanted to protest, the scent that struck you when you first entered growing stronger every step he grew closer, then you felt it.

Kai.

"I don't know, but something's wrong." Damon spoke, his voice in somewhat of a panic.

"Obviously." Kai remarked, the deepened of his voice earning another noise from you.

His scent. His voice. Him. You wanted it. You needed it. More than you have ever needed anything ever in your entire life. You had noticed Kai before. His smile, his eyes, the absolute charm he held, you were no stranger to it. But right now, it was like all of those things were sending you over the edge. It was a struggle knowing he was right there and having to keep yourself sane. Every fiber of your being wanted him in ways you couldn't even explain to be reasonable.

You and Kai didn't have much of a relationship. Not even a friendship to be perfectly honest. You spoke when it was necessary or you where in the same room. You got stuck alone with him from time to time which you pretended to hate but you didn't find him all that bad. Every now and again there was a bit of harmless flirting between the two of you but that was all. It was nothing totally outrageous but it was common. And you hoped like hell he didn't make any sly remark that might cause you to lose grip on whatever reality you were clinging to.

"You're a witch. Fix her!" Damon spoke up and you prepared yourself to protest... for real this time.

"Damon" you groaned, trying to push away from the the vampire holding onto you. "Let me go." You wriggled from his grip, stumbling onto your feet, knees weaker than you anticipated. You nearly fell, but of course, Kai was right there to catch you. You ducked in a sharp breath before pushing away from him, gathering everything in you to race up the stairs in just seconds. Both Damon and Kai stood confused for only a moment before hearing a room door slam shut.

"Geez... what did you do to her?" Kai asked, a light tone in his voice.

"I didn't anything!" Damon defended only to get a raised eyebrow in response. "We were searching for some weird herb Bonnie had been looking for and she ran into this plant and started acting all weird-"

"Herbs?"

"Yes, herbs! I don't know what was what but obviously whatever it is she got into is messing her up bad."

You locked the door right behind you. Almost immediately, you began to shed off all the constricting clothing you had on. You were such a mess it felt humiliating. A light sweat breaking out across your skin as laid out across your bed, immediately trying to find some sort of relief.

You mumbled out curse words, and thought of the most erotic things your mind could imagine but none of them good enough. Not when you remembered the best sex you've ever had, or you're favorite porn video. Not even when you switched position, trying the usual things that have you trembling with pleasure by the time you were done. Nothing. None of it was working and you knew exactly why. Because they were him. The scent of him still lingered in your nose, filling in the images in your mind with him face. Your demented sick brain thinking of all the things you would allow him to do to you. Thinking of what it would feel like to be pinned down and beg for mercy at the likes of him. Nothing even brought you close until you're mind began flooding with thoughts of him. Even then, even as you felt the built up nothing stuck. It would be so good then slip away almost immediately.

This was certainly going to be a long night.

"I-I-I don't know, it was spiky and she said it like pricked her finger and she started feeling weird." Damon spoke, pacing back and forth in the living room as he tried explaining to Kai what happened step by step.

"I'd have to go up and ask her about more symptoms but there's not much I can do with that." Kai answered honestly.

"What do you mean? How many prickly plants do you know that can this?"

"None. But what you just described sounds like a cactus. And the spindle from sleeping beauty."

"Minus the sleeping and the beauty part." Damon cracked. "I'll call Bonnie and see what she can find out, but just do something to fix her, even if it's just momentarily." Damon sighed, before pulling out his phone and walking off.

You cried out once again in frustration, back flopping down from its arch as you managed to edge yourself for the 4th time in the past 14 minutes. You were on the edge and slowly breaking down. With all your whines and panting you almost didn't hearing the footsteps coming quickly down the hall. The scent attached to Kai became stronger and you prayed he wasn't coming to check on you. Seeing him right now was dangerous for you. With the quaking hunger and the lustful desires for him, you didn't know whether you'd be able to keep your cool once you saw him.

"Y/N?" There was a soft knock at the door. You popped up from your bed, cursing to yourself as you hurried trying to find the clothes you tossed all around the room. "Are you okay? I mean- I know you're not okay, but are you like dead or something?" He asked, tone light and warm. "Don't respond if you are." He smiled to himself at the joke.

"Go away." You groaned, slipping up your underwear seconds before the door began to open.

You were a sweaty mess, parts of your skin more red than other, your face was a shade lighter than the rest of your body, and you stood in an awkward stance trying to cover yourself which really helped nothing.

"Oh wow." Kai blinked, not caring enough to look away at first.

"The door was locked for a reason!" You whined before he turned his head to the side after ogling the hell out of you.

"Was it?" He hummed in response knowing full well he had unlocked the door with his magic before coming in. Of course, if he had known you were half naked, he wouldn't have entered. "I uhm... didn't notice." Slowly he began turn his head back to you, making sure to keep his eyes level to yours, which was possibly the cruelest thing he could've done in that moment.

"What? What do you want?!" You snapped, dang making their appearance as you noticed the redness in his cheeks and the points of his ears. There was a single vein sticking out of the left side of his neck and you swore you could hear his heart pounding your name every 2 seconds.

"Damon told me a little about the plant you ran into but I need to be sure about the symptoms before I can start looking into anything to help." He explained and you let out a harsh sigh.

"I don't know- I don't know- I don't- fuck." You bent over, hands on your knees as you felt the waves of hunger and shocks of pleasure flowing through you. "I'm so..." horny. "Hungry."

"... like burger hungry or-"

"I need blood, kai!" You griped and he nodded. You stood straight quickly, eyes back on his, fighting against the urges but for some reason you just had to be closer. "I need. blood." you were face to face with him in seconds. His scent fueling every drive you had.

"Good, I figured, so I brought you this." He moved his hand from his back to reveal the blood bag he bought from the cellar. "I didn't know which type you preferred so I just grabbed one." Without question you snatched the bag from his hands, tearing into it without guilt.

At first it tasted like you've never eaten anything before in your life... then... it started tasting like rotten flesh. So your raced to the trash can to spit it out.

"No, no, no" you cried shoving the blood bag away from you. Kai watched in confusion before picking up the bag that stopped just inches away from him.

Could you be hungry for him too?

"So..." kai hummed blandly. "Your not hungry?"

"This isn't funny!" You scolded but he just smiled.

"I'm not laughing."

"Get out! Please just leave me alone!" You begged but that didn't really work on him.

"Damon said I had to fix you."

"You can't fix me!" You stated.

"I take that as a challenge." He hummed, and the sultry in his voice made you nearly melt into the floor. "Maybe you just need fresh blood." You stood from the trash, refusing to face him. Looking at him would result in a rush of feelings that you didn't need. "Come on." He held out his wrist as if he wasn't playing with his life.

"Are you out of your mind? Get the hell out!" You'd napped but still he didn't budge.

"Don't make this difficult." He sighed. Then you turned, using the scariest vamp face you could, baring your teeth, threatening him once more. "Motus." He said calmly, bringing you right into his grasped against your already weak will. Your neck found home right in the palm of his hand, earning a particularly filthy moan. His eyes widened for just a moment, head tilted to the side at the reaction.

With the lack of clothing, body rejecting the blood, and slightly trembling in his hands, all of this started to piece together in his mind.

"That's... interesting." He squeezed his fingers around your neck very slightly earning another noise which sent a jolt of excitement through him.

"Kai please" you whimpered, hands wrapping around his arm. You easily could've pried him off of you, but you didn't want to. You needed him on you, you needed him so bad it hurt.

"I think I know what plant you ran into now." He hummed as if it was no big deal. "And luckily for you, I know a few ways to stop... this" he scanned you up and down, hand not budging around your burning skin.

"I'll do anything, kai, please just fix me." You begged with tears in your eyes.

"It's not actually that simple." He released you from his grip, hand dropping slowly, watching as your lips formed a tiny pout. "You ran into some ancient herb with a name way to Long to pronounce correctly that stimulates certain hormones. Your senses are on overdrive, like how they'd be when you first turned. You became faster, stronger, you're hearing and sight grew better, it's all that 10x over." He explained.

"So like vampire steroids?"

"Something like that." Kai shrugged. "You said your hungry, but your body rejected the blood, so it could be that you need fresh blood." He spoke, holding out his arm for you. "Take the fresh blood." He spoke, but you just shook your head. "Obviously you want it no need to be stubborn about to, y/n." He rolled his eyes and you struggled to keep away from his offer. "You don't understand I-I can't drink from you."

"Oh my god, you people are so dramatic these days." Kai groaned. He took the blood bag in his other hand and brought it to his mouth. His eyes flickered to you before mumbling a quick "you are so gonna owe me for this" and taking a bit of the blood into his mouth. You watched in shock, core quivering at the sight of him, a drop of blood hanging off his lip before he shook his head, mixing the blood in his mouth to get it warm.

Since you couldn't drink the cold blood, and refused to drink directly from him, maybe body temperature blood would do the trick.

He grabbed you again, you closer. His hand found the back of your neck, leaning you head back. You opened you mouth to protest before you could feel his lips on yours.

You let off a muffled moan, inviting the screaming pleasure in your panties to fill your mind as the hot blood trickled into your mouth. Soon you became less concerned with the blood and more concerned with the way his hands kept you in place. You wished they would travel to regions you've just spent exploring, but the stayed in place. Almost as if he was trying to be gentleman about what was happening.

"You're a way better kisser than I thought." Kai hummed once he figured he'd given you all the blood he had in his mouth. He released you once again, earning a soft whine. "How do you feel?"

"I uhm, I don't- oh my god" you huffed, trying to catch your breath. "the uhm- it was warm I think I uhm, I don't know" you rambled trying to look everywhere but him. Then that when you felt it... again.

You raced back to the trash can, rejecting the human temped blood into the now tainted white bag.

"And now I have my answer." Kai nodded.

"What?" You wiped the blood from your lips looking back to the siphon.

"Besides hunger what else do you feel?" He asked and you felt your stomach tighten.

"I don't know what your talking about..."

"The plant Damon described originates somewhere the Middle East. It's extremely rare, and is commonly find is some of the oldest, most powerful "love" spells ever recorded in any grimoire." He went on to explain. "Along with your senses, the plant amplifies you're wants and desires, especially wants and desires involving a particular person."

"Ok..."

"I guess what I'm asking is... without being too vulgar... are you horny?"

"How fast can you fix me?" You blinked, lips in a tight line.

"Well, that's the tricky part. I can't necessarily 'fix' you unless you're like totally obsessed with me" he smirked and you felt your heart drop. "Along with the hunger you should being lusting for a specific person and if you haven't pieced it together by now, in order to stop all this..."

"I need to have sex with the 'object of my desires'" you're face scrunched at the words and he nodded.

"Pretty neat how this witchy stuff works huh?" Kai smiled. "You also have to feed on them. I actually remember back in the prison world that it's better to do both preferably at the same time, the adrenaline causes a-"

"There's another fix right? Another way to stop this?" You gripped the trash can.

"Somewhat. I could cast a spell to speed up the process for you-"

"Why didn't you lead with that?!"

"You're cute when you get flustered" he winked "and you'd be in excruciating pain for the next 17 hours... and this way doesn't ensure that the plants effect will entirely wear off." He shrugged.

"What?!"

"Of course you could also wait this out but that'd be like a good few days, or weeks, months even." He spoke as if this wasn't the hardest news to hear.

"So my options are-"

"Breakfast in bed, excruciating pain with side effects, or you can stay like this" kai smiled widely.

"Fuck." You whined.

"So the first choice?" He spoke.

"Y- no! No no no." You whined. "The first option is out of the question!"

"It'd be the quickest and least painful." He tried but you weren't budging.

"Oh my god, please shut up."

"Just text whoever it is, and ask them to help. The worst they could do is say no, and besides who wouldn't want to-" his mouth was moving so fast he couldn't even process the thoughts being spewed out before he caught himself. "help... you..." he cleared his throat.

"You don't understand!" Your tone was a little more assertive than before which caught his attention. "Please just get out!" He didn't argue this time.

He stared at you for just a moment before walking out and closing the door. He stood outside of the door, staring at the knob. Slowly, in what might have been his narcissism chipping away at his brain he started putting pieces together. Horny. Hungry. Wouldn't feed from him. You kept the blood in his mouth down longer than it coming straight from the bag, which didn't make sense. You should've had the same immediate reaction. Kai stood there confused and hesitant. If what he was thinking was true, he had to be the dumbest person on earth not to see it before. Or maybe if it was wrong, the most self centered.

Before he could stop himself he opened the door once again. You were now hunched over the bed, breathing heavy, head hanging down, trying to ignore the temptation that just won't seem to go away.

Kai reached into his back pocket, walking closer to the bed. He pulled out a small switch knife. It had a black steeled blade with red markings, and silver engravings. It was sharp enough to slice through a piece of paper and to draw out just the smallest bit of blood with going too deep in the skin.

"One more thing before I go." He hummed, bringing the blade to his hand and slicing the edge of his palm. Blood immediately surged to the area, slowly pooling in the cut before slowly gliding around his hand.

Your head snapped up at the increasing smell of him. He was right next to you at this point, basically shoving himself in your face. It was like he wanted to break you. Wanted you to fail in whatever moral mission you were trying to accomplish.

"What are you doing?" You tried to back away but it was useless.

"Just one drink." You were frozen still, as Kai walked around you. His chest brushing against your back, arm wrapped around you, bringing his wounded hand up to your trembling lips. You had tears in your eyes, fangs out and ready as you tried fighting it. "Just one."

"Please don't, I can't." You whimpered, as he touched your lip with the blood oozing from him palm. It was too hard to resist it. The second your tongue darted out to taste it, it felt like something took over you completely. Your lips connecting to his flesh, your hands gripping his wrist as you used him as a wall to keep yourself from falling over.

He fought himself from smiling as you licked up the blood from his hand, continuing to nurse the wound, but never using your fangs.

"Good girl, that wasn't so hard was it?" Kai placed his hand on your waist, fingers sending the dirtiest of thought coursing through you. "Can you keep it down?" His voice was almost a whisper, and he almost felt silly when you didn't respond right away.

"I... I need more." You're grip on his wrist lightened as you turned to face the siphon.

"Why didn't you tell me before? I don't bite." He teased. "I'm not complaining though, that blood bit before? That was hot."

"If you don't leave, I don't think-"

"If I wanted you to control yourself I wouldn't be in here." Kai grumbled as if he'd heard this speech a million times.

"I don't think you understand what your saying."

"Fine. I'll make the first move." He grabbed your face before muttering a quick "again."

Your lips connecting so harshly, barely giving you anytime to think. You melted right into him, hands choosing to get lost in the hair at the nape of his neck. The scruff from his freshly grown beard scraping against your face. You couldn't say you minded it at all, but even with giving info just one of your desires it still wasn't enough.

"No, no, I can't" you mumbled against his lips. You were trembling, and you could still taste the blood on his lips but it wasn't making you sick. It felt good. You're skin didn't feel as hot, and those coils in your stomach were getting just a bit looser. "please don't do this-"

He took his same knife, introduced the blade to a fresh patch of skin on his wrist. The dark blade drawing red lines, just overloading the poor vampires senses. You let out a sharp noise, as he brought the flesh back up in front of you.

"You said you needed more right? Take it." His voice was deep and so sure.

You were weak. That's the only way you could describe this. Your fangs sunk right into the wound, a moan leaving your lips at the taste. Kai's hands rested on the back of your head as you tried your best to control yourself. His head growing lighter, and pants a bit tighter. Maybe he shouldn't have, but he couldn't help it, this was just

"I want to." He let out breathily.

"What if I hurt you?"

"I can take a little pain."

"What if Damon-"

"The more the merrier"

"Kai please-"

"The next words out of your mouth better be good."

"Fuck me."

You're back hit the mattress in only a matter on minutes. Kai climbing on top of you without thought. You legs spread to welcoming him his presence. His hips resting against yours as your lips connected once more. The kisses were sloppy, passionate, and rough. You didn't care to hide your moans, or whines as you felt his jeans graze against the soft damp fabric of your panties.

"Need you to touch me" you panted, hands gliding under his shirt, feeling the smooth skin beneath. Part of you wished you could just crawl into his skin, getting as closer as possible to relief. "Please." There was so much desperation in your voice it was just so hard not to give in.

The kisses just got less and less composed, kiss lips leaving trails all along your jawline, suck bruises that wouldn't last for more than a few seconds. You pleaded and begged for more, whining and you felt his hand slip into your ruined panties. Kai was shocked at how wet you were, his fingers just slipped right through your folds, like you'd been waiting for him your entire existence. Part of him knew it was just the plant and the increased libido, the other part of him chose to focus on the fact that he was the only one who can satisfy you in this state. You wanted him this bad. And he was surely going to soak it in.

"Please I need it so bad" you we're near tears, frustration and somewhat of discomfort raging through you.

He obliged, slipping one finger into your entrance. You left out a soft moan, gripping his biceps a little tighter than you had, signaling him for more. So he gave you more. Your blinking became inconsistent, eyes not knowing whether they wanted to stare at him or fall back. He watched carefully as he pumped in just two fingers, scissoring them in as his hand slowly became covered in your slick. Every thrust of his fingers his palm came in contact with your clit. The most sinful lewd wet sounds filling the air along with your beautiful cries and pants.

"God, I thought your voice was hot before, but this is just something else" he chuckled, the sound echoing through your mind sending you right over the edge.

"Fuck" you cried out, breathing erratic and stomach tightening as you get just a bit of the pressure release before it built back up again. "I need more. Please, I need it I need you"

"You have such good manners." Kai smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your neck.

"I need you inside of me, Kai." You pleaded, only seeing how amused Kai was by the situation. His smile making the vein on the side of his neck more prominent than usual. "This will make the hunger go away right? This will help?" You asked, naked bloody thought coursing through your mind.

"Nope, you still have to feed." Kai spoke, removing his hand from you panties, fingers glossy and covered with your arousal. Without thought he sucked off the slick from his hand, moaning at the taste, pushing his crotch a bit more into yours making sure you could feel the bulge growing in his pants. "You won't hurt me, y/n, I'll live." He stated but you just couldn't. You couldn't even look at him, it was too much. The touching, his voice, his scent, it was clouding over everything. "Y/N." He spoke again, using a hand to grip onto you chin, forcing you to look back up to him.

"just give me time," you're voice was small. "I can't- not now... I really just need you inside of me."

"don't act so sweet now, y/n, what do you want?" He teased, dropping the matter of feeding... for now.

"I want you in-"

"What do you want." He repeated, not happy with the answer she was trying to provide.

"Please Fuck me." She whined. "I need your cock in me so bad, Kai." He wasted no time in giving into the girl underneath him.

It was slow and sensual. You're jaw fell as he pushed so deep into you, you could practically taste him on your tongue. You're eyes were struggling to stay open, jaw trembling as you let out a high pitched squeak.

If you knew how good this would feel before, you would've been a lot less hesitant earlier.

"Shit" he groaned, your grip on his arms tightening as your hips connected. "You're so fucking tight"

"I'm so close, kai, please" you whined.

His hips retracted before slamming into you once more. The sinful noises out of your mouth filled the air, and suddenly nothing mattered. You didn't care that Damon could possibly hear, or about the amount of judgement you'd face once this was all over. You felt the best and worse you love ever felt at the same time, just chasing after a feeling that only Kai was able to gift to you.

"Fuck you're so deep" you cried out, mind spiraling to depths you e never experienced before.

His grunts filled you're ears as his head dipped down. Sounds so raw and beautiful just sweetening the moment.

But you could feel it. That hunger. It was so strong, so needy, you couldn't fight against it. You're fangs exposed themselves against your will. Veins under you eyes showcasing themselves as you tried to contain the emotion. His skin was just so close to yours it made it hard to resist. His neck on display right next to your face. The light layer of sweat he built up calling your name.

You tongue darted out, tasting the salty mess he worked up.

"I'm so sorry" you're whimpered out, not giving much warning as to what you were about to do. You fangs came in contact with the sensitive skin on his neck, sinking in so deeply you swore you heard a moan from the man currently fucking the life out of you.

"Shit" he groaned, slowly his movements as you took what you deemed necessary. Hips grinding up into his, to provide yourself even more pleasure. It didn't take long. With the taste of his blood taking over your tongue and his cock twitching inside of you feeling like it was almost ready to burst, you couldn't help it. “Holy shit” he moaned out.

It was euphoric, but you still needed more. You nothing something more.

“Harder, please give it to me harder”

“Got my cock and my blood, yet your still not satisfied?” The siphon teased, blood now rolling from his wounds. Every now and then a drop falling onto you chest, and he pounded into you.

“Oh fuck, that’s so good” you had tears in your eyes, finally feeling some relief that hopefully would’ve been permanent. You’re hands now feelings over his blushing muscles, smearing blood against his skin, getting the liquid sex all over your fingers and deep into your cuticles. He watched as you popped three blood coated fingers into your mouth, sucking off the juices very carefully. Moaning loudly as he showed no mercy to you.

After a few seconds of lightheaded mess from loss of blood, Kai took a quick look around before locating the long disregarded pocket knife from earlier. At the foot of the bed, which was easy to acquire, he flipped out the blade and choose the spot he wanted.

He snatched your fingers from your mouth, earning a pouty whine. Like a scene from the more erotic movie he then replace your tongue with his, finishing the job you started, and doing it oh so well. You watched in awe, as he took his blade, slicing you once across the wrist, immediately bringing the skin up to his mouth before the wound could close. Your jaw dropped at the notion.

Blood sharing was something so… intimate… personal. Something you had never seen you’re doing with someone in a million years. Yet here you were getting the immortality fucked out of you while your crush fed on you.

That was just enough to send you spiraling.

Your legs began to twitch, can’t tightening around his cock. Tears slipping down your cheek, and your free hand gripping the sheets so tightly you swore you heard a ripping sound. Kai had never witnessed such a erotic sight, you eyes struggling to stay open, and you body shivering as he continued to fuck you through your high. The tightness and the way you cried out his name over and over like it was the only thing you could say sent him over the edge. Once he felt he was as deep as he could get he let himself go, hips stiffening, breathing heavy, and warm seed painting your hot walls without concern from either of you.

And that’s when you noticed it.

The pain. The discomfort. It was gone.

“Holy Fuck” kai pants out, slowly allowing himself to collapse on top of you.

The two do you laid there for a few moments in simple silence. Kai hadn’t even thought about pulling out, his seed sitting inside of you causing you a fullness in two different ways. You caught your breaths together, legs still trembling from the mind numbing orgasms.

“That was… uhm… really good.” You spoke, voice low and kinda of raspy.

“We should’ve done that way sooner.” Kai chuckles, his head resting next to you neck. “God that was amazing.” You smiled, heart picking up in pace.

“Thank you, by the way-”

“No thank you, if you weren’t as clueless as you were you wouldn’t have found that plant, and you never would’ve told me how you felt about me and then-”

“And back to being an ass”

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The Other Side of Paradise

originally written by dwaynepride.tumblr.com

“So, how small is your room?”

Gibbs can’t help but smirk at your naive question. For a moment, his eyes break away from the case files to look up and around his little metal box. He was used to the cramped space, of course - Navy vessels never really afforded much space. Especially for federal agents.

His attention falls back down to the papers, tucking his cell phone closer to his ear. “You know the guest bathroom I got back home?” He asks.

“Yeah.”

“Little smaller than that.”

You laugh out loud, and despite the shitty reception and hundreds of miles between you, the sound of it makes Gibbs smile.

He should be asleep. He knows that. But there’s work to be done, and also, he did promise to call you every chance he got. That was the deal when Gibbs told you he’d be shipping out on a ship for a week or more. But it’s already been three days, and Gibbs is surprised at how much he misses you already.

The laughter dies down and you sigh a little. Gibbs can already imagine you tucked up in bed - probably wearing one of his shirts, pulling his pillow closer, cradling the phone as if it would bring Gibbs physically closer to you, somehow.

It brings a pang of loneliness to his chest, but Gibbs pushes it aside. “So, how was your day? Anything eventful?” He asks lightly. Some of his attention is still on the case files, however. Believing work would help with the fact that he’s not home with you, right now.

You simply let out a small exhale, and he imagines you’re rolling your eyes. “Not really. Just went to the store. Did the dishes. Cleaned the bathroom,” you tell him. There’s a slight pause, and the next time you speak, it’s louder and harsher. “By the way, Jethro - I’ve got a bone to pick with you.”

He blinks once, eyes flickering to the side as he shifts in his chair. “What’d I do now?”

“How many times have I asked you to clean up after you shave?” His shoulders go slack in relief; it’s nothing too serious. “I swear, it’s like you don’t even hear me when I tell you something. Like, how hard is it to wipe down the counter after you’re done?”

For once, Gibbs is thankful to be a couple hundred miles away. Because you can’t see him when he smirks. “Not hard,” he replies. “I’ll make it up to you when I get home, ‘kay?”

“I doubt that,” you respond immediately. You don’t sound too angry, thankfully. Still, it’s something Gibbs has got to prove.

“I will. I’ve always made it up to you, haven’t I?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Yeah, you do,” Gibbs drawls, voice low and smooth. “Missed dates, late nights - you’ve always forgiven me, one way or another.”

Carefully, Gibbs twists his head around to eye the metal door of his tiny room, just to make sure it’s still closed before turning back. You’re silent, likely thinking on his words and even Gibbs himself wonders why he’s poking this particular bear. He knows he’s on a Navy ship and it’s possible McGee might come knocking on his door without warning, but fuck, he misses you.

He hears you breathe softly - so quiet, he thinks he imagined it. “Alright,” you finally say in a wispy voice. “What are you gonna do, then? To make up for trashing the bathroom?”

“What do you want me to do, honey?”

“Nah, that’s not how this works.” His lips quirk up in a smile - you’re too smart for him. “You tell me, since you’re bragging.”

Gibbs takes a moment to think. Reconsiders going down this road, but now, his heart is pumping a little faster and his stomach is twisted up with anticipation. “Take you out to dinner. Share a bottle of wine. Maybe dance, if you wanted to,” he says.

“I like to dance,” you tell him, voice so sweet, it’s like you’re here with him.

“You’d look real pretty, like you always do. I’d have to scare people off because they’d want to come and talk to you.”

You let out another laugh - softer, this time. Squeezes his heart with affection even as Gibbs shifts in his chair because his pants are suddenly getting a bit tight. “Probably,” you reply. “What about when we get home?”

“When we get home, I’ll take you upstairs. Get’cha into something more comfortable.”

“No drinking bourbon?”

“Nah,” he replies easily. “I don’t want you too drunk. I’d want you to remember everything I did the next morning.”

Gibbs hadn’t even expected those words to come out so easy. Usually, playful dirty talk was not his strong suit. His ex-wives had sometimes tried to get him to talk dirty to them and it always ended with him feeling awkward and them feeling disappointed. But right now, it was almost natural.

He finds himself holding his breath, awaiting your response, hoping he hadn’t somehow crossed a line. And Gibbs hears you breathe for a moment before your soft voice hits his ear again. “You must be doing something pretty good if you’d want me to remember it.”

Your voice is small and hitched. Distracted, almost. Jethro’s focus is no longer on the case files - instead, he leans back in his chair, legs spread, hand resting on his thigh. “Oh, I am,” Gibbs murmurs. “Sweetheart, lemme ask you something.”

“Yeah?”

“What’re you doing right now.”

There’s a small pause. “Talking to you.”

“Other than that,” Gibbs replies. “I know you.”

And just as soon as his hushed sentence ends, you gasp a little. It’s quiet and stifled, like you’re trying to hide it from him. But Gibbs has got good hearing, and the sound twists his stomach up a little tighter. Makes his cock start to strain against his jeans a little harder. “I’m laying in bed, wearing your shirt, cuddling your pillow,” yeah, Gibbs was right. But there’s something else he’s looking for… “Wishing you were touching me. You always touch me better than I can touch myself.”

There it is. The sudden mental image that hits Jethro makes his head tilt back, eyes shut, imagining you in bed, hand under the covers, thinking you’ll get away with touching yourself and making yourself cum without him finding out.

“Dammit…” Jethro breathes out. His head moves to check the door again, finding it still closed. Maybe he was silently hoping there’d be a knock. Something to interrupt and give Jethro a chance to keep himself from doing something stupid.

But you’re still on the phone. Even the faint static from a weak signal isn’t enough to mask the edge in your voice. “I miss you, Jethro,” you whine lightly. Gasping again, and he guesses you hit a good spot.

You miss him. Yeah, he misses you, too. Misses you more than anything.

“I wish you were here,” you continue. “If you were, you’d probably just go slow. Make me beg for it. I know you like it when I ask nicely…”

“I do,” Jethro cuts in. “And I would.”

You let out a slow hum, like you’re stretching in bed. Getting comfy, and Gibbs has never been so eager to get home in his life. This phone sex thing…it’s never been something he was remotely interested in. Especially not when the real thing is so much better. But you sound good. Those pretty little noises that’s making him harder by the second.

And Jethro doesn’t even notice you talk until your soft voice comes through. “What?” He asks dumbly.

You huff in amusement. “Do it, then.”

“Do what?”

“Make me beg.”

He swallows hard. “Honey, I can’t. Not ‘till i get home…”

“Please, Jethro. Really wanna cum.” His eyes fall shut when you let out a slow moan. Deep and throaty and just the way he likes it because you always sound so fucking pretty. If Jethro tries hard enough, he can imagine himself in the bedroom with you. His hands replacing your own between your legs, and you’d be asking him for more instead of just begging for the bare minimum.

He lets out a slow exhale. Pulls the phone closer to his cheek, like that’ll help keep this whole ordeal more of a secret, somehow. “Just keep touching yourself, sweetheart. Do it how you know I would,” Jethro says, voice low.

“How would you do it?”

“Any damn way you want,” he answers immediately. Gibbs hears your breathing, quick and tight, right in his ear. Without even thinking, his own hand comes over his zipper. Jethro was damn tempted to open up his pants and chase his orgasm alongside you. But even now, he knows that’s not a good idea. It’ll be way too messy and wouldn’t be worth the trouble if someone were to come knocking.

You, however…Jethro has now made it his mission to hear you cum.

“I’d make you cum right on my fingers because I love when you moan right into my mouth. I can watch your face - that’s my favorite part, sweetheart. You always look so pretty, like that. And then you get this little look in your eye when I get my fingers in deeper…”

Jethro shocks even himself, saying all that. Though, is it still considered dirty talk if he’s simply telling the truth?

He hears breathless little mews of his name. A sharp breath, and Gibbs can guess what you’re doing. “Don’t hold back,” he says; voice hard, like an order. “Don’t be shy. Lemme hear you.”

Instantly, you whimper. High-pitched and keening and it sends goosebumps down his back. Jethro imagines that your legs are spread out wide, muscles tight, head tilted back and if he were there, he’d be sucking hickeys into your skin while pumping his fingers just as hard as he could.

“Keep goin’, angel. Get a little deeper for me.”

“Jethro, please…”

“Relax. Rub your clit - tight little circles. That always gets you all wound up for me. Every single time.” Jethro’s right, of course - he’s remembering each and every time you’ve cried out and clung to him because of those little circles he’d do.

You’re breathing so heavy into his ear. He knows from experience that you’re right on the edge. And fuck, Jethro feels like he might bust in his pants from the noises alone, much less the mental image of you cumming on your own fingers. And he’s wrapping his head around more things to tell you before you’re speaking up, yourself.

“Can’t wait until you’re back home.” Your voice is a tight plea - keening and desperate. His cock twitches at the sound of it, begging to be released but Gibbs won’t allow it. “Can’t wait for you fuck me.”

“I would. As many times as you want. Neighbors’ll hate me, but I don’t care.”

You huff once - from amusement or arousal, he can’t discern. But the huff is followed by a moan and Jethro wants, more than anything, not to be on a fucking Navy vessel, right now. His skin is hot and tingling and he’s not even the one about to cum.

He sighs into the phone, his hand adjusting his pants but Jethro’s entire focus is on you. Your noises. Your voice… “Jethro, ‘m close.”

“Fuck, I know, angel.” It’s truly unfair that Gibbs is in such a situation where he can’t be there with you. To make you cum himself because it’s his job and he’s fucking loves it. But it’s extra bitter in the fact that he can’t pull his cock out and cum alongside you. Well, he could. But if he got caught, that would be a hell of a conversation with Vance.

Your breathing gets faster. Heavier. Jethro knows that sound intimately. “You gonna cum? Right on your fingers? Is that how fuckin’ desperate you are, honey?”

“Yeah.” The word comes out as a broken moan. Jethro can guess that you aren’t too focused on speaking, right now.

He brings the phone even closer, panting lightly in his own arousal. “Well, c’mon. Let me hear you - loud and clear. Make me proud, angel.” Jethro closes his eyes, hoping his imagination is good enough for him to picture your orgasm in his mind. “I bet you look fucking beautiful, right now. Legs wide open, pussy all wet and-”

“Fuck- fuck, Jethro!”

The static on the line is ultimately his downfall. Your cries are so loud, so broken, it’s difficult to hear them to their fullest extent. Gibbs groans a bit, but it seems his imagination does well enough. His cock is throbbing in his pants, but he’s too focused on hearing you mewl out his name to really feel it.

You’re panting hard. He hears it right in his ear. Jethro waits a few moments, simply allowing himself the opportunity to listen without obligation. Usually, he’d feel compelled to start cleaning you up or maybe get you some water. At least there’s one positive to phone sex - he can just sit back and listen.

“…Honey?”

“Jethro….”

“You alright?”

After a couple more breaths, you let out a small, contented moan. Jethro can’t help but smirk. “Yeah. I’m good.”

“That’s good,” he replies. And…now what? Phone sex itself is uncharted territory. But phone pillowtalk? Jethro rolls his eyes at himself - this shouldn’t be so damn hard. Not with you. Especially not after what you just did for him. He should already know what to do.

You yawn lightly. And it reminds him that it’s almost midnight for you.

“Maybe you outta head to sleep.”

“No. Wanna talk to you.”

That pang in his chest comes back. But instead of loneliness, it’s more like affection - it’s softer, sweeter, and doesn’t hurt as much. “I’ll call you again tomorrow. I promise,” Jethro tells you softly. “Right now, you need sleep.”

You pause for a moment, and he thinks you might argue. But after another soft yawn, you sigh into the phone. “Alright,” you reply. And he nods once. “I love you.”

He swallows, feeling odd saying this over the phone after something so dirty. “I love you, too.” But, in a way, it’s natural. Maybe because Jethro can so easily imagine you smiling when he says it. “Goodnight.”

You hang up first. Jethro tosses his phone on his desk, and suddenly, the silence of his tiny metal room starts to creep in. Suddenly, he misses your voice. Your breathing. Your noises. Even as his cock slowly stops its incessant throbbing, the silence isn’t chased away. Not even as Jethro tries to lose himself in the paperwork again.

But he forces himself to. Because the sooner this case is over, the sooner he can get home to you.

#ncis x reader #gibbs reader insert #leroy jethro gibbs x reader #jethro gibbs #mark harmon

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On the Coffee Table - It’s Not Entirely Comfortable (Eyeless Jack X F!Reader)

[Eyeless Jack X F!Reader]

[Warnings: NSFT, creampie, rough sex, degrading, slight praise, “daddy”, “good girl”, marking - like, biting and love bites, jealous/possessive sex, squirting, slight blood? Nothing major though, also there’s three tongues in here and once again, a knotted dick/knotting. If you are a minor, DNI]

[AN: I started this at 2 am trying to finish it after downing some melatonin and only finished it now. Please tell me if I translated wrong!! I unfortunately only speak English. Doja Cat - Freak. This is 5.3K words.]

Part 1 Part 2

Jack trusts you so, so much. That much is apparent. It’s been about a month or so since he took you away from your old life, and you’ve never been happier. In fact, it’s been nothing but good things!

Why do you say that? Jack is so sweet, caring, and attentive. He knows what you want when you need it, and still, you’ve only ever kissed him.

In a sense, it’s maddening, but at the same time, it’s kinda cute. You like that he’s willing to go at your pace, and you like that he’s so mindful of how you’re feeling at any and every moment. You’re just really, really happy he chose you.

When that man from the grocery store came up to you, trying to speak to you… Well, you thought he just wanted some help! Honest to goodness, you had no idea what he was trying to do. Which is quite odd, considering you’ve been considered a goddess in your own right figuring those tells from miles and continents away.

You stood at the cart, waiting patiently for Jack to come back from the other side of the grocery story because something you’d wanted slipped his mind. So, you familiarized yourself with the fresh produce instead, looking over the pretty colors before that cute little shower system kicked on paired with the little rain noises as they gave water to the vegetables.

You were honestly minding your own business when some man came up to you, a shy smile on his face.

“Uh, hello, ma’am?” He started, a pack of berries in his hand.

You whip around and turn your attention to him, putting down the leaks as you did so. “Yes?”

“Do you know how this is pronounced?” He said. “Is it… A-kai..?”

You motioned for him to come a little closer - close enough for your shoulders to brush up against each other. Your eyes scanned over the words. “Oh! It’s açaí ,” you giggled as you read over the words.

“A-sigh?”

“Açaí,” you repeated with a small smile. “See? Say it with me,” you said, as you watched the man’s face light up.

“Oh, okay, açaí,” he finally said correctly, that same smile bloomed on his face. “Y’know, you’re really good at this,” he smiled.

You lit up. “Thank you!” Beaming, you gave him your full attention.

“It’s nothing, did you take Spanish?” He inquired, still maintaining his close distance to you.

You nodded vigorously. “I took four years of Spanish in high school. Señora Chika always said I had an ear for language,” you said in a semi-serious tone, index finger tapping your right ear lobe in a way that made that man blush.

The man smiled back. “That’s so nice to hear,” he continued, building off your words. “Look, I’m gonna be going to Mexico pretty soon, it’s a work thing,” he brushed off, “and I wanna know if I could get some of your tutoring services?”

You blinked a few times. “Me?”

“Mhm,” he hummed. “I think you would make an excellent-”

“An excellent what?” Jack’s clipped voice cut through, his glamour’s eyes glaring deeply at the man who dares breathing in the same air as you. When he saw the man pause, he waved his hand a bit as if to signal him to hurry it up. “She’d make an excellent what?”

“It’s… It’s nothing,” he mumbled before brushing past you and Jack. “Didn’t know she had a boyfriend, sorry,” he harshly apologized as he disappeared back into the aisles.

You tilted your head as you looked up at Jack. “What about his Spanish lessons?”

Jack sighed in deeply and took hold of the cart, tossing the thing you asked for back into it. “Él no quería clases de español.”

Your eyes widened in response. “Oh.”

Jack was silent to you the entire car ride back home, and you wondered if it was because that man came up to talk with you. You frowned in the seat. You honestly didn’t know that man’s intentions! You didn’t mean to push Jack’s buttons like that, in fact, you didn’t even know that man was flirting with you! He came up asking about pronunciation, not a number!

You pouted all the way until you made it back home, helping him bring the groceries back in as you did so.

“Put this one in the freezer,” he said as that frown continually pulled his lips downwards.

When you opened the fridge, he tsked his tongue.

“The freezer.”

You relented and did as he asked. Once it was in, he nodded at the now empty bags and began balling them up to throw away, maybe reuse and put in the bag drawer before leaving you to yourself.

And that’s how the rest of the day went. Jack looked like such a stick in the mud and you couldn’t stand it. What was eating him up so much?

You decide to confront him after dinner when the two of you are sitting on the sofa, watching some stupid program you don’t really care for. You just know you like being near him.

“Why are you being such a jerk?” You ask out of the blue as the program moves to commercials.

Jack visibly tenses before he relaxes again, raising his eyebrow. “Excuse me?” He deadpans, almost surprised you have the gall to speak to him in such a manner.

You huff and cross your arms over your chest as you turn fully towards him, brows furrowed and face cross with frustration over his behavior. “You heard me the first time,” you reply. When you watch his expression turn from vague amusement to slight anger, you backtrack. “I just - why are you so mad at me?” You finally ask, your eyes dark and stormy. “What on the gods green earth could I have done to offend you so greatly?” You huff, arms still crossed and face determined.

Jack lowers his eyebrows and reclines back, trying to give you the illusion that he’s not interested in your challenge. “You wanna rethink that tone?” He hums. “You’re messing with fire.” There’s a slight tease that laces his words and you catch it ever so slightly.

You’ve heard that tease before. “Maybe… Maybe I wanna feel the heat,” you murmur, voice dipping to something low and sultry. You uncross your arms on your chest and move your hands over to his lap.

Jack watches you carefully as he feels your index and middle fingers walk up his thigh and to his chest. “You’re gonna get burned.” His voice is so much lower and more alluring than whatever he was showing to you before.

Your eyes sparkle as your fingertips walk up to the neck of his hoodie, hooking in it and pulling slightly as if you’re asking him to take it off. “Maybe you’ll just have to kiss it better,” you mumble, bringing your lips closer and closer to his.

Jack doesn’t move and instead, allows you to lean in further and further. He’s got a budding smirk on his lips as you draw closer, his dark sockets watching you with intrigue.

You finally press your lips to his, eyes closing as he invites you further and further into him. You smile through the kiss, and giggle when his hands hook around your waist and sling you onto his lap, your thighs now resting on either side of him, bottom planted firmly on his thighs.

“You’ve been such a bad girl,” he mutters through the kiss as you move more fervently against his lips, his clawed fingertips now digging into the curve of your ass.

“Have I?” You breathe against him before smashing your lips back onto his, your heart rate already picking up and drumming wildly in your chest. You feel it’s harder and harder to breathe as he practically crushes you against his chest.

“You have,” he reaffirms, briefly disconnecting from you. “And that means you’re going to get punished for it.”

You practically squeal in delight as Jack’s sharp claws dig into the hem of your shirt and travel upwards, cutting through the fabric like it’s nothing. The torn fabric drops from beside you like it’s weightless, leaving you just shy of being exposed.

“You want me to break this too?” He hums, his fingers lightly feathering up your back to the clasp on your bra.

“I don’t care,” you giggle, leaning into his warmth.

Jack hums again and decides on unclipping it, briefly cooing in amusement as you lean back on his lap and slip the thing off before tossing it over your shoulder. He whistles deeply as he gazes at your chest. One of his hands plants back down on the curve of your ass before sliding back up to cup your chest, his large hands practically engulfing your breasts in their entirety.

You giggle once more and move your hand upwards to rest on top of his, gripping him gently and pushing him just a bit harder as he fondles you. You feel a rush of excitement every time his claws just barely ghost your nipples.

“No,” he suddenly says, his hand leaving your bottom half to pry you off of him. “You don’t have a right to touch me tonight,” he states as if it was nothing. He gestures to your hands. “Keep them on your thighs or on the back of the couch,” he commands, watching as you pout and settle on gripping your thighs. He smiles devilishly at you. “Good girl.”

You break your pout for a moment before he squeezes your breast, making heat rise to your face. The warmth that he gives off is almost intoxicating. You’re almost lost in it when he suddenly leaves, picking you up and off his lap, almost roughly placing you onto the far end of the sofa. You’re looking up at him with wide eyes as his fingers hook into the waistband of your pants.

He hesitates.

“Well?” You egg him on. “What are you waiting for?”

And just like that, Jack is tearing your pants off, his claws slicing through the material like it’s nothing. You watch as he towers over you, snaking in between your legs as he pries them open. Jack’s face goes dark as he cuts off your underwear, his clawed fingers tracing your already glistening cunt.

Your mind goes blank when you catch him smirking and three long, thick, inky black tongues slip from his mouth, twirling and twisting against each other like snakes as they creep over each other, dripping with clear saliva. The tip of the longest tongue - which you recognize as the middle one - slinks forward and broadly licks you from top to bottom, making your thighs tense on instinct. Then, it takes a few more teasing licks, mostly building you up, wondering to see if you’re getting impatient, testy.

“EJ-” you barely wisp out before the middle tongue finally slips in past your already puffy lips, slowly, dragging against your walls lightly moving back and forth as it slips deeper and deeper in.

You let out a ragged moan at the sudden contact, thighs tensing once more. This action garners Jack’s attention and his arms maneuver under your slightly propped up legs, his claws digging into the soft flesh of your thighs. It’s not hard enough to draw blood, but it’s enough to remind you of your place. You bite your lip in pure ecstasy as his middle tongue wiggles inside of you, thrusting light as it does so, his second tongue lathering your lips up in his saliva and applying delicious pressure to you. His third tongue begins to prod your pearl, and when it finally touches, you hiss in the contact.

You honestly didn’t realize just how warm he was. It gently circles your clit before taking slow, languid kitten licks, working you up to little circles that render his hands free to keep you from bucking him. Your wandering hands, which you had been gripping in vain on the cushions of the couch for support, feel useless under your iron grip. On instinct, your hands fly down to Jack’s head, wanting to push his face in deeper but he pauses.

His middle tongue stops twisting and curling inside of you, it’s no longer hitting that spot that has you seeing stars and his other tongues have retracted entirely.

You pout. “You’re such a meanie!” You exclaim as you throw your head back down onto the arm of the couch.

He shoots you a look as his tongue begins to retreat from your pussy, almost as if he’s asking if you want to rethink that statement.

You feel a heat rush to your cheeks.

He gives you that look again, eyebrows lowering and lids halving. There’s a faint smirk on his lips as he seemingly gestures to your hands, telling you to keep them to yourself. Jack is telling you that you aren’t allowed to touch him right now.

You glance away before he hums against your aching cunt, his tongue retreating from you just a little faster. You relent. “I’m sorry,” you mumble.

His brow raises. ‘What else?’

“I’m sorry, daddy,” you finally say before cutting yourself off with a loud gasp as Jack’s tongues are once again on the assault. His middle tongue is fucking your pussy with a heat you didn’t know possible, and you can barely even think as he rubs and sucks at your clit with his others. You feel his lips lightly graze you every now and then, his shark-like teeth coming dangerously close to nipping you but you don’t care.

In frustration, you ball your hands in fists and throw your arms over your head, struggling in vain to not touch yourself or Jack as he works you closer and closer to the edge. Your pussy feels like an ocean by how hard he’s working you, and the sounds that come out of your mouth are just downright sinful.

Jack’s thumb rubs small circles on your thighs, almost as if he’s complimenting you for not touching him before he works you closer and closer to the edge.

You clamp your eyes shut and arch your back as he removes his second tongue from your lips and wiggles it in with a powerful thrust from his middle tongue, the two intertwining and combining, bringing a new sensation to your overloaded cunt. Sweat beads all over your body as he thrusts a bit harder and flexes, the sudden thickness making your stomach and heart flutter.

His third tongue remains playing with your clit, circling and licking.

You can practically hear Jack goading you to cum.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whine, your thighs threatneing to clamp shut but Jack’s strong grasp holding you wide open and accessible for him. “Fuck!” You cry out again, back arching once more, hands balling so hard into fists you feel like they’re going to fall off and a raw cry of ecstasy pouring from your lips as you release onto his face, coating his tongues and face in nectar.

The white hot pleasure continues to bead and wash over you as his tongues begin to clean you up, the middle still refusing to leave your creamy cunt. It makes you tense, and that gets a soft chuckle rumbling from the back of Jack’s throat.

After he was sure he slurps you clean, Jack slowly, almost teasingly, removes his tongues from your cunt and then licks his lips like the bastard he is. He looks so smug. “That wasn’t very fast,” he notes as his lips begin to press kisses to your slightly bruised thighs, his teeth gracing your flesh every now and then.

You pout as you begin to sit up on shaky legs, body feeling like jell-o. “Give me a chance,” you challenge.

Jack raises a brow before dropping it, his face leaving from in between your legs and drawing closer and closer to yours. “I don’t think whores should get chances.”

You immediately bristle and smash your lips to his, hands angrily grabbing at his still clothed form, almost goading him to take it off. You hide your squeal of delight as he kisses you back just as fervently, his large hand groping aimlessly for yours.

Jack grabs your wrist and brings you down to his pants, allowing you to rub the large bulge that’s grown as he ate your pussy.

You stifle your giggle and unzip hi, after you worked on his belt - it’s not like this is the first time you’ve done something like this - but when you reach in and feel for him, your eyebrows raise slightly.

Jack feels you pause and laughs, effectively breaking the kiss. He pulls away from you to look at your face. “Go ahead. Take it out.”

Gently, your hands peel back his pants as he makes minimal movement to help get them off and easier for you and you are greeted to an absolute monster. He’s not even rock solid but you can tell he’s huge. Interestingly enough, there’s also piercings in it - you recognize the ones on the length of his cock as ladder piercings followed by a ring at his tip. Your face rushes with heat when you see he’s got a thick knot as well, already waiting to fill you up.

“Not what you’re used to?” He teases, his legs open as he rests back on the couch, waiting for you to touch him.

Your fingers gently trail and crawl up his muscular thighs before you wrap your fingers around him, taking note of the texture on his cock. It wasn’t anything like a human man’s, and that made you excited. That same coiling white hot heat began to pool in your lower stomach as you slowly began to pump him.

“Spit on it,” he states in passing.

“Yes, daddy,” you reply, lips pursing as you thickly spit onto his head. Your thumb sneaks it over his dark dock that fades almost beautifully into his actual skin tone - you take notice of the silver specks that look like stars - and begin to grip him just a bit harder. You watch Jack’s expressions for anything of approval or disdain when you realize he’s not going to give you any satisfaction. You’ve been a bad girl. Of course he’s going to make you work for it.

“Use your mouth,” he then cuts through. “If you even think about using your hands, I’ll bite you.” He’s only half teasing. He absolutely would draw blood on your pretty flesh. His large, clawed hand that was gripping the back of the couch slinks upwards and over and buries itself onto your scalp, both soothingly and roughly guiding you down to his precum covered tip.

You open your mouth as wide as you can, mouth salivating as you finally taste him and the metal that decorates him. You’re so careful as he begins to pump your head on him, tongue flatly covering him in your spit as the head of his cock gets closer and closer to hitting the back of your throat. You struggle to breathe through your nose as he pushes you down harder and harder.

Jack hums out deeply as you suck him, your tongue swirling when he finally brings you back up. He switches hands eventually, the hand that had been holding your head now with its fingers trailing down your bare back as he cups the curve of your ass.

‘What on earth is he doing-!’ You moan against him as he twitches in the back of your throat as his ring finger and thumb slowly pull your lips apart just enough for his index and middle finger to slip in, filling you - but not to your limit. You squeeze your legs together and feel slick once again leak down your thighs as he finger fucks you while you still struggle to breathe on his cock as he pushes you down rougher and rougher.

In a way, you become his toy as his fingers make quick work of you. Your mind is lost in a lustful haze and you don’t even recognize he’s practically pulled your mouth off his cock as his fingers thrust into you harder, his nails so close to cutting you but instead, curling upwards in the best ways. Your face rests pathetically on his lap, your ass in the air as he trades his ring finger for his pinky and slips it into your needy, aching cunt.

“What a slut,” he whistles as you breathe raggedly against him. “I haven’t even fucked you properly and you’re rocking against me like a bitch in heat,” he cruelly observes, stifling his amusement at how you buck back in tandem with him. “Would you have treated that man in the store like this?” He asks, his voice dipping down to something sinister.

Your mind peers through the fog and you weakly shake your head as his fingers continue to fuck you. “Of course not,” you manage to squeak out. “N-Never, no one could make me feel like this,” you breathe out before squeezing your eyes shut, clamming your legs even tighter together to attempt to give your swollen clit some pleasure.

“You’re lying,” he states in a sing-song tone, his fingers roughly thrusting into you, curling upwards and rubbing you intimately, making you see stars. “Liars don’t deserve to cum,” and just like that, he’s pulling his long, thick fingers from your greedy cunt.

You gasp and look up at him almost wantonly and certainly pathetically. “EJ,” you begin before his other hand presses to your lips.

“You know better than to call me that,” he chides.

You swallow your pride, gradually composing yourself to a sitting position. “Daddy.”

“Better.”

“Please,” you start, moving off the cough and onto the coffee table. You turn around, planting your hands on the glass, poking your ass up and wiggling it side to side in an attempt to entice him, “please. I’ve been… I’ve been bad.”

“Just bad?” He hums as he stands up, palming his pierced cock for a moment or so, hissing as his precum weeps from the tip and onto the cheeks of your ass.

“I’ve been really, really bad,” you continue, still wiggling your hips and ass, swaying ever so slightly.

His tip just barely ghosts your entrance, hand gripping your hip. You feel his claws on your stomach, just barely poking the skin, ready to draw blood. “I think you’ve forgotten who you belong to,” he murmurs. “Why don’t I show you?”

You glance back over your shoulder and look at him with absolute desire and lust, nodding fervently. “Yes, daddy, please.” Your breath hitches as Jack’s hips sharply dart forward, filling you and stretching you almost painfully as his sheer size envelopes your form entirely. He’s still inching inside of you - you haven’t even reached his knot yet - and your arms almost wobble down on the coffee table as he piles you into it.

“Silly girl,” he tuts as he loosely backs up his hips and shallowly thrusts in again, making you gasp and squeeze your eyes shut in both pain and pleasure. “You’re always gonna be mine.”

You’re not even able to challenge the notion because he begins to absolutely ravage you. You feel like you’re stretched almost impossibly wide as he fucks you against the table, his breath picking up and becoming something more feral as you become a toy, an object, as he uses you. Your tongue lolls out of your mouth as you rest your cheek against the cool glass, chest pushing against it and leaving marks as you grip as tightly as you can onto the opposite edge of the table.

Jack begins to grit things in a language you don’t understand under his breath as he thrusts into you harder, his veiny cock pulsing inside of you as he drives in deeper and deeper. His balls slap against your clit, bringing you that much closer as he ruthlessly uses you. Judging by his tone, you assume he’s insulting you. “Fucking whore,” he seethes as he pulls you harder and harder against him, muscles tensing and all cares of breaking the coffee table being thrown out the window.

The tall, muscular, grey skinned man leans over you and begins to harshly breathe in your ear, his teeth nipping at the shell as he rolls his hips into you harder. The sound makes thick, meaty claps, almost sending you flying forward from the sheer force but him holding you back anchored you. “I can’t believe you’d even look at another man this way,” he continues in that same language, his lips and teeth leaving your ear and to your neck, nibbling before finally roughly biting down and sucking. It’s going to bruise. When he detaches, he harshly whispers to you again. “Wanton and waiting for someone else other than me, what the fuck were you thinking?” Jack harshly questions before biting yet again into your neck, his claws drawing the faintest of blood that drips like rubies down your skin.

You cry out in that same pleasurable and painful ecstasy and weakly meet his thrusts, barely able to think through the sheer force of him. “I-I-I’m sorry!” You cry out as one of his hands reaches your clit, fingering it as his balls continue to slap against it, making your legs wobble. “I’m sorry for making you mad, daddy!” You exclaim, finding yourself cut off with how his hand leaves your clit and snakes back up to your mouth. His fingers are coated in your juices and his - and he forces your mouth open.

“Lick them clean,” he harshly demands, hips still smacking against you. His length twitches every now and then, and the drag of his piercings feels so delicious against your stretched out walls.

You mumble against his fingers and lick your tongue on him, careful not to cut yourself on his talons as he shoves them deeper into your mouth. You suck on them, closing your eyes once more and feel tears well within them simply from the overload of pleasure.

When Jack pops his now clean fingers out of your mouth, he lifts you like you’re weightless and pops you off his cock, thoroughly amused at your bewildered expression before he plops you back down onto the coffee table, your legs still spread wide open from him, cunt still aching and hungry, absolutely needy for him to fill you to your brim.

The glass feels cool against your back as you realize he’s flipped you over. Your chest doesn’t feel as cramped anymore, so that’s nice. You’re barely afforded a moment with your thoughts before Jack is planting his hands on your left side and the other cups under your ass, lifting you slightly before pushing his thick, veiny cock back inside of you.

And you see it.

He’s building your lower abdomen out just from hsi size alone, and the thought, the image, the feeling, it makes you moan out again. Heat spreads over your entire body as Jack roughly works you up again, his cock bulging your stomach and weeping precum as you tighten your legs around his waist in vain, attempting to grasp onto something - anything to anchor yourself.

Your heart rate is flying, racing and your breaths are just picking up. You almost forget to breathe when Jack is back at the crook of your neck, biting, nipping and sucking, his tongues traveling over your slightly salty sweet skin like salt water taffy as you come closer and closer to breaking.

“Come on,” he hisses, hips roughly thrusting into you, making you gasp each time. “Squirt for me. Make daddy happy,” he continues, accenting each word with an even harsher thrust, stealing your breath each time. He grabs your wrist when you attempt to play with your clit and chides you with a snarl before finally rubbing you in a way that brings you over your edge.

You scream as his knot finally pushes past your bruised, puffy lips and practically becomes swallowed whole. The pain turns to pleasure as tears well in your eyes as you release all over him, sweet fluid splashing all over you and Jack as you vice grip his knot.

Jack pants out as he ruts into you as you squirt all over him, his knot still pushing into you with such hunger, filling you so much further than what you think is possible before he curls against you, his large form wrapping around you as he roars, releasing thick, creamy, white hot liquid into your needy cunt.

“Fuck, Reader, fuck,” he sneers like a mantra, hips weakly bucking against you, still very much connected by the knot as he continues to unload oceans of the warm, creamy liquid into you.

You feel tears roll down your cheeks from the sheer pleasure as you wrap your legs around his waist even tighter, nails raking against his back as you mumble his name and take in his deep scent. He’s otherworldly. You don’t even mind that Jack is still lighty rutting into you as he continues releasing, teeth bared and eyes shut in the pleasure your body is giving him.

When he finally empties himself fully into you, he breathes out deeply and rests his forehead against you, gently, tenderly, sweetly.

You feel hot, much too hot, and the only thing keeping you cool is the glass of the coffee table. You attempt to move off of him, to somewhere more comfortable when you wince in pain. “Ow! What is that?” You grumble as your eyes glance down to where Jack still remains buried inside of you.

He sighs out and follows your gaze. “Knot,” he states simply. “It’s gonna hurt-” He’s barely able to even get the words out as you’re already working on getting him out of you, wincing and hissing at the pain as you remove yourself off the thick, bulbous knot. Tears once again well in your eyes from the overwhelming stimulation, and Jack’s shaking his head as if to say ‘what did you expect?’

“I swear,” he mumbles as his thumbs gently wipe away your tears, not even noticing how his creamy cum pools down your legs and practically creates a waterfall onto the coffee table and onto his once immaculately clean floor. “Don’t force it out next time,” he grumbles as he slowly stands up, stretching slightly.

“Sorry,” you apologize, mind still hazy from the pleasure.

Jack relents and picks you up like you weigh nothing, already subtly checking if you’re hurt in any way from him and the rough coffee table. “It’s whatever,” he hums, holding you in his arms, simultaneously pleased and displeased with how harsh he was. But at least you smell like him. “C’mon, let me take care of this,” he offers, gesturing to the scrapes, cuts and bruises that are blooming on your body due to him.

Not wanting to say anything, you sleepily smile up at him and burrow into his chest. You look up at him.

“What?”

You yawn slightly. “Was I a good girl?” You ask playfully, resting your head on his chest. You can hear his heartbeat pick up.

Jack chuckles quietly. “You sure were.”

“Did I make daddy happy?”

Jack purrs slightly as your fingers brush against his cheek. “Without a shadow of a doubt.”

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SuperM as Boyfriends Headcanon

↪ caro’s note. extra long version because i miss ‘em. best boys, they’re all bf material to the moon and back ♡

5k words | bullet points

○ warnings ⚠️ 18+, dom/sub play, shibari, female reader, grinding, poly mentions, threesomes, face-sitting, femdom & vanilla, smut and fluff

⌈ ten

— motto: they won’t underestimate me for long.

most of your social environment is gonna be confused by ten at the beginning

and don’t really get what he’s all about

or think he’s like whatever, some random guy in a tank top

acting peculiar

finding him kind of hard to gauge

some of your family and relatives might even think he’s totally unusual and a sneaky fuckboy making you mad

they seriously wonder what you see in him

down the line that perception has turned by 180 degrees

as it should

ten becomes more irreplaceable, relatable, beautiful, perfect and impressive the more you know him

he’s not as mysterious and impossibly badass as everyone assumes

his personality is very approachable to you

and you find him interesting in every aspect, looks to hobbies to background to personal habits

and also opinions because ten is a guy who really thinks stuff through

so you gotta be roughly on the same wavelength

he likes discussing controversial and complicated stuff a lot for sure

being far wiser than his age suggests

you are the first to share those things with him until the rest of the world catches up to this gem of a person

spending so much time with you

in the most personal way he can

he takes you to see the floating markets in bangkok, you spend the summer in thailand

wakeboarding and playing badminton

his entire family knows you inside out at some point this shit is serious

it’s very important to him to go back to the roots every now and then

and that you have been around his home city as well

getting to enjoy the area and time together eating the most savory delicacies

renting a boat and paddling you around to the important spots, he can explain any question you have

this kissing is gonna be so romantic

who needs a vacation in venice when you can go to thailand with none other than ten himself as your ferryman let that sink in

except eating durian there he is, the boyfriend who can do anything!

with seemingly no effort

ten does little kind services of love for you throughout the day

he pours you herbal tea, fixes some furniture (he’s surprisingly good at tinkering), comes home from the bakery with your favorite pastry, does the laundry with your favorite fabric softener

he also goes on a huge shopping spree with you monthly because fashion is key in this household and it’s tremendous fun

you giggle when he puts on oversized shirts deliberately to look funny

everyone in the clothing store will think oh man what an adorable pair

ten will model the living hell out of the entire stock

and buy you the cape you really really want as a birthday present

said item turns out to be your favorite couple accessory

because you can sit next to each other on a bench at the river and wear it

what’s not to love about a portable blanket

of course he will take to instagram and make it such a cool thing, photographies of you wearing really cool coats and jackets

mirror bathroom selfies together as well, with a back hug, the classic

and not just for insta

you snuggle a lot generally

ten is always available for affection

and accepts all PDA

he’s a kitty after all, he loves the warmth of your body more than you know

remember how taemin said ten’s hands are always cold, newsflash not anymore since you stuff them into the pocket of your hoodie whenever you can

and hello sir your paws will be nice and cozy on my waist

or hand in hand when you waltz through your apartment

time for dance is a must

oh my god ten is so good at all of this

although say he’s definitely faster into latin than standard genres

tango argentino, he loves flamenco as well

don’t believe me? ten is a diehard rosalía stan!

vamos

so, no-brainer, expect a lot of dancy stuff

that escalates into wild, passionate fucking

which probably looks like an aggressive form of couple exercises

you poor sore souls

ten’s lil kitty butt is falling apart from all the “i can handle a bigger one!”-level pegging and you have aching legs all over

favorite position? full nelson

if you ask me ten’s ass is probably so carved out by the end of this you could fit lucas and kai in there from head to toe

this is not for the faint of heart

sex with this guy is extra cardio

and if you’re into that a threesome is gonna go down sooner or later

with our girl lisa

there. i said it

miss manoban in those knee-high boots, grinding her thighs between yours and you finishing off on ten’s face? the fucking hottest thing ever i need a moment wow

i don’t have to tell you how orgasmic this is gonna be

steamy sex life with ten very recommended

⌈ kai

— motto: you’re like a precious rose. i’ll protect you forever.

to be straightforward with you

he is in so heavily in demand it’s madness

to give you an idea of the scale

mark is basically occupied by yuta until the end of time

but kai has an entire idol fanclub on top of all erigoms

those sharp moves did not go unnoticed

he gets an inkigayo sandwich every other day

jesus christ

if rent-a-sexy-bf.com was a thing kai would be the most requested

his phone would be blowing up with contracts like

and you also have to pass kyungsoo’s vibe check

and taemin’s

the road to being kai’s gf is indeed the way of the samurai

i mean honestly: kim jongin is without a doubt the hardest member to get a date with

this has got to be the most selective man of the entire industry or something

if he likes you he REALLY likes you

and he will be the one showing initiative

because he wants to make it clear he isn’t just spending time out of politeness or something

although it’s pretty logical that if kai was unable to reject someone he would no longer be an idol but a harem husband busy every hour of the day

seoul would be able to found its own village

kai town

where like 70% of the population is pregnant

but since kai wants to keep on dancing obviously and he wants to lend his heart to only one person

seoul has to settle with a singular nini family house instead of a kai district

where you and the man himself are a full-fledged household basically since kai’s nieces double as actual kids

if you wanna be a young ass ‘mom but not mom with kids’ and be married to kim kai this is it

does he have a thing for milfs or something

that thought just came to my mind

anyway you’re mommy anyway wink wink

fucking til’ dawn until even his muscles hurt

going raw at the gym together

him cooking the most random food with the infamous waffle maker

cuddling with an army of teddy bears surrounding you

walking the dogs with the sexiest dancer alive

and the sexiness is only the tip of the iceberg

we know he’s all-round amazing

kai is the king of figuring out ways to chill out with you anywhere anytime

and yes innocent chilling

...unless you’re in the mood for something else

up to you

anyway

sweet innocent chilling for now... with the stunner... just smooching at best things aren’t going raw or anything

on the couch in the kitchen in the car when it’s parked somewhere in nature

kai takes you very seriously and is a great listener

he’s literally so respectful and open-minded i can’t

he will keep your secrets and stand up for you if it’s ever needed

yes he is extremely caring and invested

kai does not tolerate others being shady towards you

if there’s an instance where you are hurt and unable to assert yourself don’t worry. he knows how to confront others with measure but a firm determination.

kai takes a lot of that responsibility but only to the degree where you are comfortable

i think you get what i mean by that

and he is diplomatic instead of plain patronizing

you have a right to be protected. it means he not only treats you well, but also makes sure your well-being isn’t disturbed in any other way outside of the relationships

outside influences aren’t to be underestimated

and since kai is a godly man you encounter a lot of jealousy from others

a matter he will take into his hands since he knows he’s the reason

standing up for you also means saying no

to these jealous voices so this is an important boundary he has to draw

that all kinds of hellbent people want to get into his pants and take his stage image too literally is not up to you to fix

kai is there for you to enjoy and love not to defend

that’d be exhausting and beside the point

kai prevents stress and negativity to come to you

i hope i explained this well he doesn’t do this to be bossed up or make you weak it’s because he wants to make life easier for you

guys being protective will be chalked up as chauvinistic these days. often rightfully so

but what i mean is that kai support you in all regards so you won’t be at a disadvantage or feel terrible about something

⌈ taeyong

— motto: we’ll take good care. enjoy the pleasure.

he’s the type of boyfriend who will ask you about things he missed out on while he was busy

things um from the internet

while mark literally knows that one by heart already taeyong will ask you things like what the wellerman song is

and you thought it would be something nsfw

i got you fooled

did we forget that the man literally watched nct memes on youtube

taeyong is both even more 18+ than you think but also even more innocent than you think it’s complicated

this man is just hard to describe he’s so different, i mean every person is unique but he’s an original it’s the extra mile you know

anyway

sea shanties

bopping to it all day since he just heard it

singing it while he prepares dinner based on a youtube recipe video as he often does

he’s the most adorable person ever ever ever

asking you why shanties are back in fashion

(good question, requires a deeper sociocultural analysis i reckon)

planning to remix one for his soundcloud lmao i kid you not

maybe your favorite shanty

featuring fast-pace rap and all

creating his own previously unknown phrases and shit like that you know him

palazzo rocco lemon detox flashbacks

he’s hilarious i swear

taeyong will produce his own shanties for you can you imagine

as he says: my happiness is your happiness

watch out he will drop a shanty music video with extra krumping moves

taeyong is a never-ending source of pure crack

prepare to laugh a lot like, a lot lot

how can a man who seemingly has such a serious outlook on life and such a bonkers kinda face be so lighthearted

it’s like he’s peter pan or something

especially since he has to manage like over 20 brats in nct his cutesy behavior towards you as his gf will stand out to you

yeah so to be clear we all know he’s the cute one in the relationship

and guess who wears the pants

that’s always you ma’am don’t deny it

or wait

not for long actually because they come off um physically

but not metaphorically

because who doesn’t wanna sit on his face tbh

your favorite reserved spot

he loves it

taeyong has such a thing for your body it’s ridiculous

mister lee got a sexy mama

and you have such a thing for the gloriousness that is him

but neither of you will not admit it as openly as other people would think

all there is... is being flustered

baekhyun probably has to play some cupid now and then

and give you some ideas

like gifting taeyong plushies and things like that

baekhyun knows what taeyong is all about so the advice is very welcome

but most things you find out for yourself

by being a little braver with him you know

you walking around naked in the apartment or basically fresh out the shower with nothing but a towel

will shake up taeyong so immensely, he will back himself against a wall without you even pinning him there lmao!

jeez he’s so deep into kinky stuff but easily shook anyway

i quote him again: “born to be cute, i dunno!”

you can imagine the overwhelm when you rub yourself against him like it’s nobody’s business

it’s so much fun to give taeyong a regular horny meltdown not gonna lie

this man was grinding his whole body all over the superm stage and now he’s basically freezing up and drooling

how many denied and ruined orgasms he’s gonna get, so much overstimulation all the way

you’ll lose count of it

and just how wet you’re gonna be

is a thing for the history books

taeyong isn’t such a big deal in nct for no reason god gave him every talent

so great sex is obviously in his repertoire

i think you’re gonna break some records for most fucks per week

you know... guys like lucas taemin kai and baekhyun spend more time wooing and teasing and flirting

but taeyong gets down to business

one glance is enough

⌈ lucas

— motto: the hottest couple around.

ah, big boy

you really got this man’s attention

doing nothing much at all really

he probably just saw you walking around talking to friends

carrying an impossibly huge veggie burger munching and enjoying yourself after going on a jog

yeah boy that’s how you catch his eye

they say love begins in the stomach and that is the true meaning

or the nose, your food smells really good, lucas is going crazy, he’s seeing stars and shit

anyway

the towering burger isn’t the only thing he wants

lucas cannot get you out of his mind no matter how much he tries to distract himself

with more good food, movies, games

fooling around with wayv or the superm maknaes, and working out

he’s admittedly... a little himbo head over himbo heels with you the feels got to him

he’s not gonna say it’s a date he’s just gonna invite you just because

to hang out in the kitchen while taeyong cooks and baekhyun comes up with the idea to play twister

imagine lucas with his long arms and legs bending himself all over the place

fighting with kai who almost crashed his shoulders into taemin who avoided the accident quickly

making you lose a round

obviously lucas will hustle until your team wins

mostly because he’s so tall and baekhyun is so small which is a huge advantage when stacking each other over the map

let’s just face it baekhyun only suggested this game to bite everyone’s butts and to see you have skinship with lucas

which is definitely a successful plan of the leader

yukhei is in paradise

jumping around his room like an oversized bunny after you went home

don’t lie, you fell hard for him as well he’s just such a presence

emotionally, physically

a gentle but persistent giant

he’ll do anything to make your relationship happen once he knows you’re interested

if there’s someone meant to be a boyfriend it’s gotta be him come on

he will cave in after a while and admit he can’t just forget about you

not gonna lie

your ex is gonna be shaking in his ratty boots

his poor eyes will literally jop from their unexpecting sockets

when he sees lucas hanging out with you

with his shining blonde hair and tall stature, that perfect shapely body, with great fashion on top of that

looking like your guardian angel

man, xuxi really does

pulling you out of your slump that’s been going on for months

and bringing back smiles and a good time he knows how to do that best

and big big hugs of course

you can imagine how soothing and grounded it feels with such huge arms around you

he will make sure that feeling is always there when you need it

because you deserve that treatment

which means he will come over very very often

yeah get ready for how yukhei is a lot more driven than you think just dial and he will be there

underneath the meme surface is someone very determined who really really wants you

yukhei is chaotic good incarnate but in that area he isn’t messing around

his brain is like: “gotta be with her”

on repeat

he must call you, he literally can’t sleep without tying loose ends together as quickly as possible

no second wasted with this guy, even far down the relationship timeline

i really pity your ex

i mean someone dating any superm member would drive their former partner completely nuts

but lucas is a special case

he has that kind of look and aura that makes other guys dig themselves into the ground like wiggling worms or cope by fanboying over him

i don’t wanna make this sound like a competition and yet — congrats on your noodly blondie boyfriend alright

⌈ mark

— motto: two nerds in love.

how to explain this. mark is a perfect balance of a lover, a talker, and a shy bean

with a tendency toward bean

and flicking the bean

you know

cutting right to the chase are we

mark is very invested in pleasing you as good as he can

and defeating his awkwardness

because if we know one thing it’s that he always strives to become better and better like he can’t help it

and isn’t afraid of almost biting off more than he can chew

how many subunits is he part of at this point is it gonna be nct hollywood as well god dangit

back to the point mark doesn’t treat relationships and sex as something static which is a good and rare thing

he does his best and always looks for room to improve

while being very nervous, very bilingual, it takes two languages or more to express what he thinks about you let that sink in

that’s very shaky first date sex while being extremely in love with each other

lucky you

and an afterglow where he plays the guitar for you

that’s so nice

he can play it while laying down and shit

while singing

not rapping, actual full-fledged serenading

we’ve heard how that sounds in the relay cam

are you dating some kind of teenage heartthrob or something huh

mark will make it very clear he’ll stick around, this bad bitch is here to stay

or actually, he’s a good bitch, don’t misunderstand

mark doesn’t have a lot of edgy in him unless rap is concerned

he’s the kinda guy to get lost in IKEA with

having a good time

as often as his schedule permits

you really have to make use of your time together

this man might as well the busiest idol out there

and you are no different because birds of a feather

you’re both mr. and ms. independent

out and about very often

so meeting up becomes something special during comeback season

or wait mark always has a comeback going on

which is a double-edged sword but something you both know you signed up for

which is why you spend a lot of time around NCT dream, 127, and SuperM

sm’s publicity agents have to work extra hard i’m telling you

a dating rumor is the last thing both of you would need

since you befriend several members you gotta stay on the low as well

but hey the rage of jealous people of the public is nothing compared to the force of nature that is yuta nakamoto

who seriously thinks himself threatened and robbed

in case you are feeling possessive as well...

...you might have to fistfight yuta

to be able to be with mark

who is basically property of osaka at this point

yuta is a scorpio that’s just the way it is

unlike taeyong who wishes his rap buddy the best, yuta kinda wants to be mark’s wingman and see him date, live his best life

but also have mark for himself to fawn over and to adore, to be fascinated by

we get it yuta. bisexual struggles. very understandable

you have to promise in person that mark doesn’t forget about the holy gaming nights with yuta

which is hilarious since that’s not up to you but mark’s memory

bestie, yuta uses everyone as a scapegoat don’t sweat it too much

regardless you put a weekly reminder on the fridge

so the roaring lion yuta would be pacified

he doesn’t want to lose his sweetheart can you blame him

the ultimate but also most risky solution is obviously inviting yuta for movies

which will be appreciated but also cause a storm

mark will definitely break a sweat when you start a popcorn war or try to prove who hugs mark the best

caught in the middle of mayhem is mark lee’s specialty what did you expect

this either ends with murder or a chaotic open relationship down the line

yuta really is attached but who wouldn’t be

it could be worse mark has double the love you know

⌈ baekhyun

— motto: you wanna know why i’m your candy?

baby tell me are you ridin’?

in fair verona where we lay our scene...

that baekhyun always wants to woo you — his way, which proves to be very interesting to say the least — is never hard to miss

putting in effort is mochi default mode

no matter what stage of the relationship you’re in

he might as well regularly serenade you under your balcony in the backyard just because

probably singing ‘baby we can stay up’ and wiggling his ass in all directions because he’s a dirty boy gone wild

yeah. nowadays romeo is twerking instead of feuding with tybalt

that’s good for him and everyone involved

you in particular because you get some very racy eye candy

you know how baekhyun is

at least nobody’s around seeing him put on an 18+ show like that

your little guy is one unhinged fella

if it starts pouring he will grind up and down the next lantern and belt out ‘singing in the rain’

you bet he can do some actual pole dance

he’s strong and bendy you know

and loves to gyrate his whole bag of bones like... he wants to hit you with all the body rolls

in the rain

what a freaky man

but hey you wanna stay up for sure

doesn’t take long until you beckon him to come upstairs

where the only way to alleviate him of his wet clothes—

oh well he has those roger rabbit vibes and you can’t be mad at it

he will play off all his hormonal antics

baekhyun is hilarious

and so perverted, he can keep up with your spicy idea of playing patty-cake don’t worry

how do i know you’re an extra nsfw kinda person?

who else would like baekhyun

he says juicy things all the time

and does juicy things

yes. finally a couple on eye level indeed.

when baekhyun asks are you ridin’ you ask how hard

bruh

this is gonna be fun

and remember

beside handing you sacks of money

his priority is always to make you smile

i’m kidding about the bags but

baekhyun is so rich it’ll show in your relationship, but he’s more about the interactions with you rather than the lifestyle

baekhyun didn’t hustle for a bentley he hustled to sing and get out of sm alive alright

financial stability: important

luxury: very nice to have, he can make you the presents you want to have and travel a lot together

but smiles: baekhyun priority

because he so badly wants to know you love him and adore him, he sometimes feels so insecure

of course you do

you always reassure him with your reactions

it’s very important to him don’t underestimate it

baekhyun has always been talking about his ideal type in terms of how he can cheer her up

so even the naughtiest sexy time evenings are gonna be filled with all giggles

anyway other than that your pussy will be dripping

because this guy is as horny as all other members of super m combined

and you have your ways of leaving him tongue-tied and wrists-tied

taemin’s impact

superm isn’t short of bondage supplies we all know that

so yeah. shibari baekhyun is gonna happen

since he does pilates imagine what kinda shapes you can bend this lil guy into

and take some pictures

privé is in trouble

bondage model baekhyun is bursting onto the scene

you might even run a risque blog that features cropped pictures with him

heh — you think people will recognize him by his body?

nope

first: you only upload HD pictures that aren’t whitewashed

baekhyun is basically never photographed like that

second: who expects baekhyun to be featured on a bdsm blog with his girlfriend

and this is the guy that drives you around in his expensive car with his big black shades on

well what can i say

nothing is the way it seems

⌈ taemin

— motto: i’ll unfold a whole new world for you.

taemin is cocky, he’s sensual, and: a very smiley person as we know

least boring relationship ever

he will prance toward you whenever he can to involve you in cuddles

touch-starved taemin is a thing

kkoong can tell you about it, he needs kisses and embraces so often

might as well pepper him with it no problem

and put him into your oversized sweaters when he eats ice cream on the sofa, watching movies, and you brush his ever-growing hair

he’s smol he’s gonna fit into them don’t worry

and on the other hand he likes a rough and tough girl who thinks of him like a boy toy

who acts tsundere or like his bodyguard

working out almost daily to the point of sweat all over

a gal probably able to pretzel minho lucas and chanyeol into one giant bundle

taemin truly has the taste of a divo

multi-layered as always

so you couldn’t say the relationship is always the same in sentiment, the vibe of the dynamic could be different every day

we love a complex man

what would be volatile to others is actually an advantage up close

because taemin understands every difficult facet of himself and his partner

even if those facets might be contradictory

or something that’s felt shameful about

he will accept and listen anyway

the same goes for getting what drives you

taemin is like a walking psychology velvet couch with fancy swirls as arm rests

point is he isn’t fooled by the surface of the world

he knows what has to be known

which also means your looks aren’t the part he prioritizes

and not even outward personality and habit is what he’s drawn to

it’s the mentality and values underneath

that’s true compatibility to him and he can feel it

he’s really really smart

and also finds it important that you get along with shinee and superm, that you think they’re nice to be around and vice versa

especially kai as taemin’s absolute bearly bestie. if kai thinks you’re shady and you don’t like kai either

or if you’re permanently super awkward and taemin’s moodmaking doesn’t help

we have a problem

but fair enough

kai and taemin are basically one soul at this point so if taemin likes you jongin does anyway

bff telepathy

in fact jongin was probably the one introducing you to taemin lmao!

because he knows you go well together instinctively and he is correct

so not to worry then

and it’s good on taemin to think longterm and not see you as a person outside of social interaction y’know

cough cough he thinks about marriage, you might be ms. lee one day

here he goes again taemin is just very mature seeing you as well-rounded in every aspect of life

without letting his dick make the important decisions at the detriment of making this a relationship of two lives not just two bodies only

but obviously don’t assume taemin is no horny devil. we all know he dreams of the freakiest scenarios and fantasies in this whole group

going kinda crazy about the thought of making you cum which he always wants to try with new methods

which occupies his mind more than a big bowl of super spicy noodles which is taemin’s favorite meal so

at the same time taemin junior is definitely the same clingy attention whore as his sparkly owner

limp wrists from all the handjobs on your side

and very swollen lips from giving all that head on his side

this is gonna be interesting

he puts the 6v6 in 69

equals 69v69 am i right

but i’m serious that’s gonna be a lot of oral action

you definitely ask each other about having sex very often, daily if you have the time and find a nice spot

and how on earth do both of you keep your hands off each other sleeping in one bed

taemin is touchy as hell with no shyness, and you squish squeeze and grope this guy like the mochi he is

ah when things go both ways

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readinginthereadyroom · 3 years ago

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it’s battle lines (st: ds9 1x13) and kai opaka gifts molly o’brien a necklace.

there doesn’t seem to be an in-universe explanation for this moment. but I like to think that opaka was predicting kirayoshi o’brien’s birth 2 yrs later.

I mean think about it. opaka’s contemplating prophecy when she arrives on ds9. preoccupied by it even. she’s barely said anything to anyone. responds but doesn’t initiate conversation. until she spots chief o’brien and makes a point of speaking with him. of giving him, a perfect stranger, a gift. for the daughter she shouldn’t know he has.

and my theory is opaka knows. knows that kira nerys will be the one to carry chief o’brien’s next child to term. that nerys will become a part of his family. another partner with him and his wife. another mother to yoshi and an auntie to molly.

but obviously she can’t say anything. after all, it hasn’t happened yet. so instead she gifts molly her necklace. it’s her way of blessing nerys’ family. nerys’ choices. opaka is saying I see you happy someday and I approve.

and that will mean everything to nerys. because as she tells bashir, opaka's always been a symbol of hope to me. and hope is the driving force of nerys’ entire life. the search for hope in the darkness. for home and love and peace after a lifetime of war. and another war yet to come. and the eternal war inside.

a search that will continue thru the whole series. past the whole series.

and yeah, there was moment. when nerys was pregnant with yoshi and living with in the o’briens’ quarters with them. where miles would rub her feet. and keiko would bring her flowers. and molly would call her auntie. where she felt safe and loved and at peace.

only she didn’t think it was hers to keep. it was too unconventional. yoshi wasn’t hers. not technically. only by accident. only because nerys was the only option dr bashir had between them. nevermind how much miles and keiko insisted yoshi was hers. that they all were. she couldn’t trust it. couldn’t hope for it.

it was too terrifying.

so rather than embrace the hope of a family nerys tried to turn her back on it. let shakaar edon in as a poor replacement. let odo in only to be left behind.

not that those relationship’s didn’t have meaning. or didn’t serve a purpose. because they did. they were essential in nerys’ search for hope. they allowed her to love openly. to think about the future. what she wanted and what she needed. who she wanted. who she needed.

but neither shakaar nor odo where that person for her. because nerys had already found the people she needed. except that a lifetime of trauma leaves it’s mark and nerys wasn’t ready to hope yet. to open her heart all the way.

that is. until she’s visiting the o’brien quarters one day. watching molly chase after her little brother, yoshi. kirayoshi. kira yoshi. kira nerys’ son. or close enough. and molly has on kai opaka’s necklace. and it’s like watching the wormhole open for the very first time. hit by a force of wonder and love and understanding so strong it almost brings nerys to her knees.

because nerys wants this. she belongs here. and opaka knew. knew that nerys would end up here, with a grouchy engineer, a beautiful botanist, their sweet little girl, and their son. the 3 of their’s. with every fiber of her being nerys wants this little family.

only. the o’brien’s are leaving. the dominion war is over and miles was offered a new job teaching at starfleet academy. on earth. that he accepted.

and nerys can’t follow them.

because she’s the new commander of ds9. and because bajor is her home. she’s spent her whole life fighting to free bajor from the cardassian occupation. and she’s spent the last 7 years fighting to negotiate peace between the different factions on bajor. to administrate between bajor and the federation. and there’s still a lifetime of work to do.

and she can’t ask the o’brien’s to say either. it’s a little too late for revelations.

so she lets them go. even if does break her heart a little. because if anyone will understand freedom to choose the trajectory of your life it’s nerys. she’s not hte type to impose her hopes and dreams on anyone else.

so she let’s them go without a word.

but the thing nerys is forgetting. overlooking. is how terribly miles and keiko work on their own. their whole marriage has been a series of keiko and miles living and working apart. keiko goes back to earth. she moves to bajor. for family, for work, for safety. and each time she takes molly with her.

that is. until yoshi comes along.

well. technically it’s when nerys comes along and surrogates yoshi. and her fierce and protective and no-nonense personality fits seamlessly into keiko and miles’ marriage. she’s the buffer between them. a third viewpoint that can de-escalate their fights and out stubborn either one of them. she rounds out their rough edges.

edges that make an appearance back on earth. because I do not see miles enjoying teaching. not the way keiko did. he was always a reluctant substitute at best, so a full time professor? nah. miles is the type to get his hands dirty. to thrive on problem-solving.

and then there’s keiko. who felt so out of place as a botanist on ds9. until she created a space for herself. created a community with her station school. and nothing has really compared since that.

so this this time I think it’s keiko’s turn to make an executive decision. miles was happiest when he was working. keiko was happiest when she was teaching. molly was happiest when worf was around. yoshi was happiest with kira.

the common denominator? deep space nine. so they go back.

and I can picture it too. the o’briens hop a ride on the enterprise-E. get a chance to see their friends and family there. before switching between a few other transports. it’s a long and exhausting trip, but when they finally dock with ds9, kira’s waiting for them on the other side. she practically sprints to yoshi and scoops him up in her arms and twirls him about. keiko and miles look on fondly. then wrap nerys up in a hug with molly. kissing her on either cheek until she blushes.

nerys takes them to their quarters. perks of being commander means she was able to requisition a large enough suite for all four of them near her own. and, yeah, maybe it’s a bit presumptuous on nerys’ part, but neither keiko or miles complain. it’s still unspoken, but nerys knows why the o’briens came back.

or at least she hopes she knows why.

they start out kinda shy. miles and keiko take nerys on a few dates to quark’s. have dinner and walk the promenade. wander around the shops and pick up little gifts for each other. maybe indulge in jumja sticks for dessert. just be together.

and it’s so easy. easier than nerys ever hoped she could have. easier than it’s ever been when it was just keiko and miles. easier than any of them remembered when nerys was pregnant.

easy because at the end of the night, yoshi is ecastatic to see his marnah and tell her about his day at school and molly can’t wait to share all the station gossip with her auntie. and miles and nerys always ask nerys to stay just a little longer each time. until she never leaves at all.

it’s only a few years later they have a small blended bajoran-human wedding ceremony. bind themselves all together. worf is miles’ best man, molly is keiko’s maid of honor, and yoshi stands with nerys. they even exchange names. keiko and miles become the kira-o’briens. and nerys adds o’brien as a second given name.

everything changes but also nothing does. tho the 5 of them do move into a single set of quarters. with 3 bedrooms. quarters that just so happen to overlook the wormhole. and it’s there, over family dinner a few months later, that molly remarks on how she’s the only member of thier family without the name kira. how she feels oddly left out.

because nerys has always technically been yoshi’s other mother. the o’briens made sure she retained legal guardianship rights to him when he was born. that if anything ever happened to them, she wouldn’t. couldn’t. be pushed aside.

and yeah, molly has worf. he delivered her on the enterprise-d during disaster (st: tng 5x05) and the novelization of unification (st: tng 5x07 & 08) establishes that she’s named after him. evidence enough for me that he’s her godfather.

except nerys is now molly’s third parent. she wants to belong to nerys like her brother does. like her parents do. so they decide, all together, that nerys should officially adopt molly.

there’s a mountain of padds with forms to fill out. one copy for the federation and one copy for the bajoran provisional government. but the part that really matters is the welcome ceremony held at the station’s temple. where nerys formally asks molly to join her family. promises to protect her like a parent if molly will trust her with the responsibility. and of course molly agrees. there’s tear and laughter and and hugs and after a quick prayer by the vedek, molly officially becomes molly miyaki worf kira-o'brien.

and she wears kai opaka’s necklace to the ceremony.

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ageoffeet · 3 years ago

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My Heart, Your Hands - A Jake Kiszka Fic

A/N: So I'm going to be adding parts to this and I'm honestly excited to see where it'll go! I've had this idea for a while and I'm finally writing in down. This first part doesn't contain a whole lot of gvf, it's more of an introduction of what's to come.

synopsis: slow burner fic with Jake Kiszka x fem!reader. Greta Van Fleet invites your band to open for them on tour.

word count: 1.2k (short and sweet to start off)

content warning: mentions of alcohol, cussing, brief mentions of sex, sibling bickering.

taglist: @way-to-go-lad @flowervanfleet (if you want me to add or unadd you from my taglist just let me know!)

Your fingers plucked the strings of your bright yellow bass and your foot tapped along to the notes that came pouring out of the amp.

"Hey, can you help with my drum set?" Jack sets down his snare and walks away, not giving you a chance to answer. Not your fault he has to put his set together every gig, especially when he acted like an ass in the van on the way here. You reluctantly swing your bass strap over your head and set your pride and joy on the stand.

"Y/N!"

"Oh my god, I'm coming!" You set off into a half jog towards the back exit where you parked the van. Miles gives you an equally frustrated look and continues helping Jack lug the pieces of his set out of the back of the van.

You just landed in Nashville, the last stop on your little America tour. This little band you started with your brother (Jack) and mutual friend (Miles) really started taking off after Miles graduated from high school so you all planned a "tour" which was more of a road trip with gigs at bars along the way. It had gone surprisingly well so far with more and more followers finding your socials and Spotify every week.

"Hey, are you guys MHYH?" You look toward the voice at the same time as your bandmates and nod. You guys thought your band’s name was cool but people hardly ever said the full name, preferring to use the acronym instead.

"Yeah, you coming to watch the show?" Miles turns away from Jack handing him another part of the drum kit to engage with the olive skinned girl standing at the opening of the alley.

"For sure! I was wondering if I could request a song of yours that might not be on your setlist." Miles smiles and walks away from Jack and I and towards the pretty girl. Jack lets out a loud huff and rolls his eyes at Miles' back.

"Fuck boy," he mutters. You laugh at his annoyance and pick up where Miles left, grabbing cymbals and stands and bringing them inside.

"I'm serious. He better be back in time for sound check." You set down what you're holding and turn towards Jack.

"You're just jealous you couldn't go talk to her first."

"Well I was crouched in the back of the van like a cave man." Jack was used to getting all the girls since Miles had been in a serious relationship but in the past month, things went sour between Miles and Katie so now Jack had some competition.

"I'm sure there will be plenty more at the show you can talk to." As much as Jack's banter was entertaining you, you couldn't get the sad thought out of your mind that this was your last show on this tour. With all the money you guys spent on gas and food, you barely broke even with tips and your share of ticket profits. It would be a while before you guys could afford to do this again.

Instead of watching Jack put together his drum kit, you decide to pick up your bass again and start plucking out the beginning notes of your most recent song, singing along in your head.

“I told you I had to leave this town

heaven knows you'll be alright

need to get away from here

start focusing on my own life”

"So Denim Dreams has been requested," Miles hopped up onto the small stage and started taking his guitar out of its case.

"Ew dude," Jack pauses setting up his snare to reply. "That's our worst fucking song."

Miles just shrugs with a ghost of a smile on his face and Jack sighs.

"If you make me play that song you better at least be getting laid tonight." You laugh at the two boys and turn to face them fully.

"We need to make our setlist." The three of you always waited right before a show to make the setlist but with thirty minutes to go before the doors opened, you were pushing it tonight.

"Fuck, I forgot we didn't do that yet. Y/N you're the lead singer, it's your job." You roll your eyes and grab your phone from your back pocket to make an impromptu setlist in your notes app.

"Make sure Denim Dreams makes it on there for our beloved fans," Jack replies, sarcasm dripping from his tongue. Miles flips him off and they both laugh at their bickering.

After you're happy with how the setlist looks, you pass your phone to Jack and then Miles to get their approval.

"Looks good, y/nic." Miles goes quiet for a moment. "Let's make this a show to remember, it'll probably be a while before we get to be on a stage again." You note the sad look in his green eyes and solemnly nod your head in response.

Your manager, aka another one of your mutual friends with a degree in business, hops on the crowded stage and hands you a beer.

"Thanks, Kay." After promptly taking a long gulp from the cold bottle, you give her a smile. She was the first one to suggest you guys needing a manager and she handled everything off of the stage, which you were very thankful for.

Miles motions for you to pass the bottle to him and you do so, earning a grossed out look from Jack. He wasn't much of a drinker, but what he didn't indulge in alcohol-wise he certainly made up for in dope.

"You guys got the setlist and everything?" Kay continues to take the bottle from Miles and chugs the rest of the amber liquid. After deciding nods were a good enough answer, she continued, "Hope you guys are ready because there's actually a crowd outside."

You can't hide your shocked expression and she laughs.

"How many are here for us and how many are just here for the booze?"

"That I do not know, Jack, but I guess we'll find out," she winks and walks down the wobbly stairs to the main floor. "I'll tell Bill you guys will be ready in ten. Make it happen."

"Shall we check our sound?"

You could feel the sweat dripping down your brow but that didn't matter in this moment. What matters is the screams and the yells from the crowd as you finish your song.

"This next one is called Denim Dreams," Miles speaks into the mic which elicits a scream from the left side of the bar, no doubt from that girl from earlier.

You turn and watch Jack for his cue to start when he gives you a nod. You pluck out the familiar riff of the song you had written about some guy you met years ago, Miles following with the strum of his guitar, and finally Jack with a few stomps to his bass drum.

As you started singing the lyrics, making yourself sound as if you were still in love with the man you had written this song about, you didn't notice the door to the bar open. You certainly didn't notice four boys walk in and make their way to the bar, their eyes on your band the whole time. In fact, it wasn't until you finished with Miles’ solo that you spotted the members of Greta Van Fleet clapping along with the crowd and smiling at you.

#gvf #greta van fleet #sammy gvf #danny gvf #jake gvf #josh gvf #jake kiszka #fanfic #my band

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cow-smells · 4 years ago

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Jealousy Games [Part 3] ( Demetri x reader )

A/N: hello friends, this is the end of this little fic <3

i personally dislike unrealistic first time fics so i attempted to make this realistic yet still as sweet as possible :) thank you to everyone who messaged asking about and requesting this part, you are appreciated <3

Words: 1578

Warnings: Smut, virg!nity loss

Part 1, Part 2

Read on AO3

Demetri visibly gulps as you step in front of him. You raise your hands to lay them softly on his cheeks, bending the taller boy down to meet your lips.

The kiss is tender as you pour your affection in to it, only to take a welcome change of air when Demetri's hands land on your thighs, caressing their way up to your behind.

“I told you I'm not wearing anything,” you coo in the most seductive voice you can muster.

Demetri's eyes try to take all of you in, gazing upon you in a way you've never seen him before.

You decide to up the ante.

You let one hand fall to his chest, your fingers dancing their way to the hem of his t-shirt. “Don't you think we ought to even things out?”

Demetri's eyes widen further, and for a moment he's lost for words - until he finally decides to take up on your suggestion, pulling off his shirt with too much excitement to hold any grace in the motion.

You can't help but feel your pulse rising, too. You've briefly seen Demetri shirtless once or twice at the beach, but this time there was a whole new vibe to seeing him strip off his top.

Letting your hand caress his now bare chest, you lean in to kiss him once more. You deepen the kiss, feeling Demetri becoming so entwined in the kiss he towered over you a bit too much, unintentionally forcing you to take a step back from him – making you fall on the bed.

“Oh,” is all he says, and you can see his mind running a mile a minute.

Your lips are painted with a smirk as you wring a finger around his belt loop, pulling him over you.

You reposition yourself more comfortably on the bed, Demetri following your lead. You can sense the buzz of happening in the air; Demetri's stomach ties in knots as unwanted nerves kick in.

Demetri doesn't wait for you to lean up this time, deciding to dive down to kiss you. You can tell by the passion in which he devours you that he's enjoying this new position, his hold over you. His hand skirts up your thigh once more, slowing as he gradually urged the courage to let his fingers climb under and up the shirt you wore. Feeling a surge of nervousness trickle down your spine, you decide to combat it by stopping the kiss to take off the shirt altogether.

It looks like Demetri forgets to breathe for a long moment. Having broken the kiss, he was left holding himself above you, now drinking in the sight of your naked body.

“Dem?” you eventually ask, his prolonged stare beginning to make you self-conscious.

“I - you -” he stutters before pausing and reconsidering his words. He looks you deeply in the eyes, a tenderness in his voice as he says, “you're so beautiful.”

A blush creeps up your cheeks and you can't help but lean up and kiss him again, boldly sending your hands to undo the button of his jeans. You unintentionally brush over his groin in the process, making Demetri gasp in to your lips; a proud smirk finds its way to you.

“What're you so pleased about?” Demetri asks, his voice low and raspy. He moves to kiss down your neck.

You shut your eyes and let your instincts take over as you lace a hand under his boxers, taking his member in your hand; you tried not to be daunted at the size of it in your palm, rather focusing on the motion of your palm around it.

Demetri's head falls to your shoulder and he makes a noise that tells you you're on the right path.

“D'you have any idea what you do to me?” he asks, looking back up at you with lust-clouded eyes.

“After what you did earlier? I have an idea,” you reply. Demetri takes that as an invitation, it seems, as you soon feel his finger brushing your core.

“You're still wet,” he observes wondrously.

“What did you expect?” you smile, feeling your body heat rise. Your hand leaves his member – you try not to laugh at the whine Demetri sounds at that – to tug on his jeans. “Off.” Somehow, wording full sentences is feeling like a nuisance.

Demetri eagerly obeys, getting off you to pull off the remaining layers he wore. You can't help but look him up and down, burning the sight of him in to memory.

He quickly scrambles back on top of you, but you stop him. “Umm,” you begin awkwardly. “do you have a condom?” the question comes out nearly as a squeak, and you hate your awkwardness until he replies, “Oh, yeah!” as though he wasn't sure that's where you're going tonight. Demetri gets up and goes through his dresser drawer until he retrieves the condoms you had found earlier.

Your heart beats uncomfortably rapidly at the understanding of what's about to happen; you take deep breathes to soothe yourself.

Demetri repositions himself over you, and you lean up to kiss him. This time it's Demetri who breaks the kiss. “Are you sure you're okay with this?”

His voice is as small as yours was, and you can tell you share the same nervous excitement; something about that makes you more sure than ever. “Yes,” you reply with a kiss.

The next time you two break apart is when Demetri takes the line of condoms in hand, tearing one away and opening it. He looks to you nervously and you reassure him with a smile before he rolls on the condom.

His lips find yours once more, making you gasp in to him when you feel his length pressing in to you. You wince in pain as he pushes in deeper, your nails digging in to his back.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”

You shake your head, opting to avoid sounding your voice right now. Demetri looks slightly concerned, but goes on pushing deeper until you feel him well inside you.

“Just -” you gasp, “stay like that for a minute, all right?”

Demetri nods, kissing down your neck. His hands hold on to the sheets around you, trying his best to stay cool.

“Okay,” you say once you feel ready. “You can...”

Demetri understands, pulling away from you and earning a gasp from you at the lack of him, only to push back in and gain an even louder moan. He can't hide the pleased grin he wears at that, and something about that makes you smile, too.

There's a dull ache in you as Demetri thrusts, coupled with gradually growing pleasure.

What keeps you from focusing on the pain is the feeling of Demetri's slender fingers caressing your skin, his lips kissing every inch of you that he could reach, the sound of Demetri moaning in pleasure at the feeling of you.

It's not long before Demetri's thrusts grow rapid until he stills inside you, groaning loudly and riding out a few last thrusts.

He pulls out and falls on top of you. You smile at the pleasant contentedness you were feeling at the night, caressing your loves back as he regained his strength.

A couple of minutes after, he rolls off you and discards the used condom. Immediately his hands are back on you, pulling you to lie atop of him. Demetri squeezes you tightly in his arms for a moment before lightening his hold, petting the side of your body and kissing your forehead.

“How was -” he begins before reconsidering his words. “How are you feeling?”

You smile at his tenderness; there was a whole new chapter now between you two, and you were excited to be growing closer to the man you loved. “Amazing,” you say. Despite the pain and discomfort, the closeness to Demetri and the shared new experience has you on cloud nine. “You?”

“I -” Demetri puffs his cheeks, feigning a loss for words. “I'm alright. You know, if alright is... Mind-blown, earth-shattered, intensely euphoric.”

You laugh loudly and take notice of the golden foil left on the bed behind Demetri. You reach over and pick it up, examining the long line of condoms. “How long have you been expecting this?” you ask, humor colouring your voice.

“Oh – I – I wasn't,” Demetri quickly defends, his cheeks reddening.

You raise a brow. “Oh?”

“They – they're from Miguel,” Demetri admits. “I kind of... told him about us.”

“You did?” you ask excitedly. As far as you had known, you were keeping your relationship hush-hush, although you never clearly agreed on it.

“We had just shared our first kiss. I was excited!”

Your cheeks are growing tired from your non-stop smiling. “That... actually explains so much.” It suddenly clicks to you how come when all your Cobra Kai friends texted you trying to convince you to come over to Aisha's, Miguel was the only one who didn't.

Demetri shrugs shyly. “I had to confide in someone.”

You lean over him and kiss him. “Maybe... We could start telling everyone?”

Demetri's face brightens up instantly. “That – yes. That would be amazing.” He circles his arms around you, pulling you back down to his chest. “It's about time everyone knows you're mine.”

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Tag list: @skateb0red @lllyyysss02 @violeata @mike-tozier @marvelwweprinxessesworld

#cobra kai imagine #cobra kai #cobra kai demetri #demetri imagine

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csbinnie · 4 years ago

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PUPPY TXT IMPRINT ON YOU.

REQ . . how would they impress on you and snuggle up in their nest with you? i hope you are well and keep taking care of your health !!

˒ no author’s note.

YEONJUN

a german shepherd

your parents encouraged you to adopt yeonjun after you moved out of their house. they felt better about you living on your own if you had a strong hybrid to guard you. at first, yeonjun took his job very seriously. he had gotten to know you and your parents and he didn’t want to let them down (not to mention the way his heart skipped a beat every time he looked at you). the first few nights, he refused to sleep, standing guard at the door to your bedroom. he wouldn’t sleep in his own bed, no matter how hard you tried to convince him, but eventually he migrated to your bedroom floor and then your bed. every night, he got a little closer to you. at first it was just the brush of his hand against yours, but now you’ve developed a night time routine which involves you getting ready for bed in your bathroom while yeonjun scratches at the door. he gets extra clingy at bedtime. as soon as you open the door, he’s picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder with a growl of impatience. your bed has become covered in blankets and pillows. to you, it looks like a mess, but to yeonjun it’s a carefully designed nest and he gets very upset whenever you try to fix it.

“you take forever,” he says, dropping you into the middle of the nest. he tucks blankets around you carefully, as usual needing everything to be perfect. only when you’re completely tucked in does he follow you into the bed, snuggling into place beside you.

SOOBIN

a saint bernard

you and soobin have been together since he was just a puppy. he’s always considered you his best friend, but only recently did he realize he had imprinted on you. it happened slowly, over time, but the realization hit him like a bus. it was just a regular morning. you were still asleep, as usual, and soobin was making coffee. he had just finished pouring you a cup when he felt arms wrap themselves around his middle. he smiled as your warm scent of vanilla and jasmine mixed with that of the coffee he had just poured.

he turned around, not expecting anything to be different, except somehow, seeing you pressed against him in just one of his big shirts made an unfamiliar feeling tug at his heart. he knew what it was as soon as he felt it, but it caught him so off guard that he dropped the cup of coffee. it was like there was a string attaching his heart to yours, urging him to be closer to you, always closer, even if you were just a few feet apart like you were then.

“i’m so sorry!” soobin practically fell all over himself to clean up the mess he made. he was always such a good boy, you felt yourself giggle. he stopped, looking up at you with nothing but adoration, though there was a playful gleam in his eyes as he stopped what he was doing to grab you by the waist and hoist you up in the air.

“are you laughing at me?” he asked you playfully, dropping you gently onto the kitchen counter, where he stood between your legs as his fingers met your sides, coaxing your pretty laugh out of you once more. “after i was so nice and made you coffee?”

BEOMGYU

a border collie

gyu grew up on the farm next to yours. the man who took care of him (mr. bang) was older, kind and gentle, but not as much fun to talk to as the kid his own age who lived down the road. hybrids weren’t allowed to go to school, but that didn’t stop him from curling up on the window seat in the living room just so he could see you walking up the road to the bus stop every day, your school bag bouncing against your small hip rhythmically. you always looked so small, and alone in a way that made gyu’s heart ache to rush out the door and hold your hand the whole way to the bus stop, only letting go once the bus pulled up and you had to leave for school.

mr. bang knew beomgyu had imprinted on you before he did. poor gyu was so confused. he didn’t understand why he felt so protective of you or why he always felt like there was some part of him always drawing him closer to you.

TAEHYUN

a chocolate lab

taehyun imprinted on you the moment he laid eyes on you. you were visiting the shelter where he was staying to see your friend, a nurse who specializes in hybrid care. you were waiting for your friend to change out of her scrubs so you could go to lunch. taehyun felt a whine build in his throat. he was watching you from behind the glass in his room, hands pressed up against it wistfully, but you couldn’t see him from where you were sitting in the waiting room. just as tae was starting to feel desperate, your friend came down the hall. taehyun smacked the glass sharply, calling out to her. your friend was startled, but she went to see what tae wanted. she was a very good nurse and she always did everything she could to make the hybrids at the shelter feel comfortable and healthy.

‘what is it, tae? does your side still hurt?’

tae shook his head, suddenly blushing as he realized he didn’t know how to ask for what he wanted. your friend’s brow furrowed in confusion.

‘well, if you’re not in any pain, then i really have to go, tae tae. my friend, y/n, is waiting for me—’

embarrassingly, another whine escaped taehyun at the sound of your name. he clapped a hand over his mouth, the tips of his human ears turning bright red.

but your friend just laughed, suddenly understanding exactly what was going on. ‘do you want to come with us, taehyun? i’m sure y/n would love to meet you.’

taehyun practically fell over in his rush to put his shoes on and join you and your friend in the waiting room, his tail wagging a mile a minute as your friend introduced the two of you.

‘hi, i’m taehyun!’

HUENINGKAI

a golden retriever

you met kai in kindergarten. he was your teacher’s hybrid and she would bring him in with her everyday to spend time with everyone and learn. as soon as he met you, he was head over heels in puppy love.

it took him a while to realize it though. he was a little bit younger than you, so he usually followed you around and did what you wanted. it made him happy to see you happy. but as you got older and started making other friends, kai got a little jealous. he didn’t like it when you paid attention to someone else.

everything really came to a head when you finally got your first boyfriend. you were so excited to tell kai. after all, he was your best friend and even though he’d always been so patient and sweet to you on those nights that you cried over how lonely you felt, you knew he couldn’t possibly want to do that forever. and now he wouldn’t have to!

which is why you couldn’t have been more shocked when the poor puppy nearly punched a hole in your wall and ran (like actually ran) out of your apartment with shiny eyes and red cheeks.

“kai, wait!” you gasped, reaching out for his hand before he could fully escape. “what’s going on?”

kai stopped, turning around abruptly so you were inches apart. he felt his heart clench in his chest, barely noticing his wet cheeks as he leaned down and kissed you. you gasped into the kiss. he kissed you for what felt like an eternity, holding onto you like he was afraid you would slip through his fingers.

and then he was gone, the door to your apartment still flung wide and you were left standing there, slack jawed, wondering what on earth had gotten into your best friend.

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