#my blood kink has gotten me into this. i’ve got no one to blame but myself

[andmuzzlethat]

watch as i take my agony and turn it into a slasher theme blog

[untaemedqueen]

The Deal

Drug Lord!Yoongi x Coffee Shop Owner!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 30.

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Mentions of Drugs and Drug Deals, Blood, Smut, Emotional Damage, Love, Gunshot Wounds

Warnings For This Chapter: Deep Talks, Unprotected Sex, Pregnant Sex, Sir Kink, Begging, Praise, Creampie

It didn't take long to get back to the forest and the whole time Yoongi clung to you like a sloth.

It's almost as if the four months your boyfriend was gone had completely disappeared in the blink of an eye. The way he holds you in sheer silence with his hand pressed snuggly to your stomach makes you almost want to crawl into a hole and die.

You thought you would have so many things to say and so many questions for him but the silence ended up being more comfortable than you could imagine.

No one spoke, really. It was like a gigantic invisible force field was wrapped around the drug lord and nothing could get to him.

Without a word, he scooped you up from the backseat of the trunk once you were both safely home. Now with the both of you sitting at the end of your large bed, he finally speaks.

"I love you."

Your heart wants to shatter and dissipate at the simplicity of his words.

"I love you too," you breathe.

Yoongi pulls you closer, burying his face into your neck with a sigh.

With the silence of the house creeping around you, it feels comfortable.

You feel comfortable for the first time in forever.

"I'm so sorry, baby doll," your boyfriend whispers.

"It's not your fault," you reply.

And you mean that wholeheartedly. It was unfair and unjust what happened to the father of your little girl, he isn't to be blamed at all.

"Taehyung told me some things… about our girl."

You find yourself ashamed, if you're being honest. You haven't wanted to pay attention to your growing bump. It hasn't been an easy road and every hardship along the way has made you resent this unborn baby who's done nothing wrong.

You don't even have the confidence to meet his gaze. You just stare straight ahead, hoping that the conversation would just disappear.

You've gotten so good over the past few months at masking anything and everything you can when you're conflicted. You've had no one to lean on like Yoongi, not even your younger brother who you love so dearly could help ease your pain so you hid it away in a tiny little metal box within your heart.

So you do so now, like all the other times.

"Like what?" you mumble, folding your arms.

Yoongi sits up then, grabbing your wrists gently and prying your locked limbs away from your body. It doesn't take him an ounce of his strength and yet, you still struggle.

"Come on, baby," Yoongi begs, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into the comfort of his hug.

You don't answer him and he takes it upon himself to correct the situation.

"While I was away you turned into me before I got with you. And I get it, believe me I do. It's hard to be angry at the world and keep everything on your shoulders. And you can be angry at me and angry at every-fucking-body because what happened was unfair… but it's not good for the baby."

His words punch you in the gut and you can practically taste bloody iron in your mouth at this moment.

He lays back on the bed, taking you with him and cradling your head against his chest.

"We're in this together, Y/N. You gotta talk to me."

Your sigh is irritated and short but you wrap your arm around him tightly nonetheless. "I'm not mad at you. You didn't do anything wrong."

The drug lord tilts his head to look down at you and he's more relieved than he could have ever imagined. Just hearing those words, hearing that you're still by his side in everything feels so fucking good.

"I'm glad," he whispers, kissing the top of your head.

He's being so calm and understanding that it coaxes more words from you. "I've been pissed at every other mother fucker I could get my hands on these past four months."

Yoongi presses his lips into a hard line hearing just how grated and venomous your voice is. "I know… but I'm home now and you need to focus on our growing girl."

"I can't," you murmur in reply.

Yoongi is fast to sit up and narrow his eyes at you. "We wanted this. We wanted a baby. We tried for her and we're so fucking lucky that we got her. What do you mean "you can't," baby. You have to."

He sounds so hurt that it makes your limbs feel weary.

"She probably hates m-"

"Stop!" Yoongi cuts you off with wide eyes.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you stare up at the ceiling to avoid his harsh gaze.

"Don't. Just don't. This is our baby. She loves you, you're her mother. Please… don't talk that way. We have to show her all the love in the world. Not this… Not this insecurity. You felt guilty and angry while I was gone but baby doll, I'm back. I'm back and I'm not going anywhere. Don't you love her? Don't you love me?"

You answer without hesitation. "Yes."

"Then we show her that love. Do you understand me? You can't keep this anger built up inside of you like this. Please," your boyfriend begs, drifting his hand over your taut skin.

Swallowing the urge to smack his hand away, you can only nod in agreement.

You have been volatile. You have been a wreck. But you need to learn how to lean on the man you love again.

"Yes?" the scarred man prods.

"Yes," you promise.

"Good girl," Yoongi whispers, wrapping you up in his arms once more.

Just to lay in bed with Yoongi all day feels like nothing short of a miracle.

You'd almost forgotten how much you enjoyed this. The softness of his breathing, the rhythmic beat of his heart that sounds like the most cherished of songs, the gentle kisses were almost completely wiped from your memory. But now as you lay under the sheets, watching the setting sun high above the forest canopy… it's all freshly returning to the forefront of your brain, like acrylic paint drying on a canvas.

"God, I fucking missed this," your boyfriend hisses, hugging you tighter.

When your fingers drift below his white tank top, you can feel the ridges of his abs hard and unwavering beneath your touch.

It seems like most of his jail time went to exercising.

Yoongi shivers at the slow almost sensual touch and his head angles towards you with a sly smirk.

"Did you use the prison clause while I was gone?"

You blink at his words, confused at what he's asking. "What's a prison clause?"

He chuckles then, maneuvering onto his side to drift his hand over your skin. "When your significant other is in jail, you can fuck one of the other men in the family if you want."

Your jaw drops at his words and you're completely baffled at the thought. "Ew. God. Why would I do that?"

The drug lord chuckles, leaning down to kiss at the thin skin of your neck. "Well I read a book while I was inside that was about pregnant women. It said that pregnant women's hormones are all fucked up and they're hornier more of the time."

"What? I wanted to crawl in a hole and die, not take a random dick up anywhere."

"That's my good girl," Yoongi preens, nipping at the thin skin until you're writhing beneath him.

You can tell that he has so much pent up frustration within himself that he needs to let loose and with how comfortable you've been all day, you want to let yourself go as well.

"Come here," the drug lord hisses, hooking his hand around the back of your neck and pulling you in close.

Yoongi doesn't care about foreplay at this moment, he only cares about being deep inside of you.

He needs you like he needs air to breathe. It's been too long without you.

"God," he groans, kissing you deeply.

You can taste the missing and the wanting. You can taste the neediness and you're slowly allowing yourself to succumb to everything he wants.

Everyday inside his cell, he begged each and every god to bring him back to you. He needs you in every way and it's been months since he's had anything to do with you.

The drug lord is quick to take off your clothes, not caring about the expensive garments that are torn to shreds in mere seconds.

"Oh my God, look at you," he hisses, running his hands over your sides.

He doesn't care about savoring the moment if he's being honest, he just wants to be balls deep inside of you, chasing a high that he hasn't felt in ages.

Your boyfriend strips out of his clothes in mere moments, not even giving you a chance to appreciate his newly sinewed body.

Your breath gathers in anticipation while he prods the head of his cock to your now weeping cunt.

"I fucking love you," he murmurs, pressing his lips to yours.

He enters you slowly, both of your mouths dropping open at the sheer stretch.

His forehead falters to the valley of your breasts. Whimpering at the small burn as he stretches you, your fingernails graze his muscled, tattooed arms.

"So fucking tight," he groans, suckling at your nipple to distract you.

He lets your pussy adjust around him, his hand cupping your distended stomach.

"God, this feels so fucking good," he whimpers, flicking your nipple with the tip of his tongue.

Pulling his cock almost all the way out, he moans at the way your velvet walls clench around him.

Yoongi kisses you languidly, drifting his fingers along your bump as if he almost can't believe you're carrying his child.

"Tell me how much you missed my cock," he begs, pressing his forehead to yours.

"So much, Sir. It feels so fucking good," you mewl, looking up into his mocha irises.

"That's my good girl," he praises, snapping his hips back to meet yours.

He begins a relentless pace, groaning and moaning as pleasure courses through his bones.

"Fuuuck, you feel fucking incredible," the drug lord hisses, cupping your breasts with his hands.

You can't help the breathless whines and sweet moans that breach past your lips like a prayer.

Your boyfriend continues to lavish you with attention, pulling your ankles up and over his shoulders to deeply fuck you the way you deserve.

"It's been so long," you gasp softly, raking your nails down his inked chest.

"I know baby doll, I can feel your pussy already trembling for it," the drug lord coos.

He begins to develop a thin sheen of sweat, swiping his thumbs sweetly over your stiff peaked nipples and adoring how your body shakes with pleasure.

"God, your little pregnant cunt is amazing," Yoongi praises, moving one hand from your breast to rub fast, hot circles to your throbbing clit.

"S-Sir!" you whinge, feeling your stomach begin to bubble over with euphoric intentions.

"Give it to me, sweetheart. Show me how much you missed me. C'mon," the drug lord mumbles, fucking into you faster and harded until all of your senses solely belong to him.

He can feel your cunt beginning to milk him for all he's worth. "That's it, baby doll. Cum on my cock. Give it to me."

Your breathing becomes shallow and all you can think about is the insane amount of pleasure that you feel as your body tips over the precipice.

You can hear how wet you are, the sound is almost deafening.

"Yes, fuck! Go ahead, baby, let go," Yoongi coos.

As you orgasm, the sharpness of his moan makes you shudder.

"Christ! You're so fucking tight!"

You can feel his cock beginning to thicken and throb within you and you can think of nothing you want more than for him to fill you up.

"Please cum inside me, Sir. I want to feel it," you beg.

His bottom lip tucks between his teeth and he's so close to combusting right then and there at your sweet begging. "Yeah? That's what you want? You want me to cum deep inside you? You want me to make a fucking mess for you?"

You nod incessantly, allowing him to grasp your wrists and haul them over your head in a vice-like grip.

He fucks you faster, allowing all the stress that's become entangled throughout his muscles for months just to diminish slowly.

"You look so beautiful carrying my kid, y'know that?" Yoongi praises, pulling your legs off of him to butterfly them apart.

"Sir," you preen, letting your head loll back as he continues his relentless pace.

"I'm so fucking close," he whimpers, cupping your stomach.

"Cum inside me, please," you whine.

His cock begins to pulse at a rate that seems almost inhuman.

"Who do you belong to, sweetheart? Who owns this pregnant cunt?"

"You, Sir! Only you!"

"Damn fucking straight," he hisses.

His thrusts become harder and uneven and his thighs begin to lock in place.

"Shit! I'm cumming, baby. I'm fucki-"

He groans loudly, burying his face into your neck as he cums deep within you.

It's practically animalistic the way he wraps his arms around you as if to cage you in his embrace to show you where you belong.

You can feel how fast his heart is racing as you place your cheek against his chest.

There's silence for a moment but you're comfortable once more.

"We have a lot of work to do. I'm pulling us out of the business. It's not safe," your boyfriend admits.

Your eyes widen and you look up at him with shock written all over your face. "Seriously?"

Yoongi nods thoughtfully, combing his fingers through your hair. "Yeah. We can't raise our daughter in an environment like this. We need to get out of this forest, create a new, legal business. And we need to start over. We have the money for it."

You never expected this. Not in the least. But you can see how the family needs this.

"Well… where do we begin?" you inquire softly.

"First I need to take care of something…" Yoongi whispers, pulling the sheets over the both of you.

"Like what?" you mumble, getting comfortable on your pillow.

"Reptile exterminating," he hisses, kissing the top of your head.

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[katsuhera]

paranoia

pairing: bakugou katsuki x f!reader tw/warnings: nsfw (18+), dumbification, alcohol, some choking, some degradation, some cockwarming, canon au but not relevant to story, aged up characters (18) wc: 4k

“paranoia, anyone?” kaminari asked, wriggling his eyebrows at the group. tonight was a chill drinking night, celebrating the start to summer vacation.

“ooh! i’m down,” mina exclaimed excitedly, clapping her hands together. you sat in the corner, just blissfully happy and quiet. you hadn’t drunk too much yet, but you could undoubtedly feel a light buzzing coursing throughout your veins, enough to make you just want to sit and recalibrate as everyone else moved animatedly around you.

“what’s that again?” kirishima asked, sipping his drink. “i forgot how to play, i think.”

“okay, okay, wait, let’s all sit in a circle,” kaminari started, waving his hands around. “it’ll be easier that way.”

“tch,” bakugou scoffed, a surly look on his face as kirishima forced him to scoot closer to the rest of the group. “do we have to? this is probably a shitty game.”

“relax, it’s fun, i swear,” mina assured him, her gentle hand on your shoulder encouraging you to scoot in closer as well. “one of my favorite drunk games! i promise.”

“okay, so here’s how we play,” kaminari said. “we go in a circle, like clockwise or counter-clockwise, whatever, and each person whispers a question to whoever’s next to them, and the answer has to be the name of someone in this room.”

“it sounds kind of complicated but you’ll understand once we play,” mina said. “so, for example, i’m sitting next to kirishima – i will ask him a question that only he can hear, like, ‘who has the coolest quirk?’ and he’ll say like ‘todoroki,’ or something, out loud for everyone to hear. and if todoroki wants to know what the question was, he has to take a shot, and then kirishima will expose the question.”

kaminari nodded, adding on: “it goes like that, but usually the questions get… spicy.” he smiled toothily, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint to them. “all questions are fair game! let’s not be mean, though.”

“let me grab some drinks, but you guys can get started!” mina said, getting up and heading off to the kitchen.

you glanced around the circle, giggling inwardly at how dazed iida and some of your other classmates seemed. iida in particular never really got around to drinking much, but when he did, he was predictably a lightweight.

everyone else seemed to be fine and vibing, and you curled your knees into your chest as you got comfortable, waiting for the game to start. drinking games were always fun with your class, especially when mina and the rest of their squad took control.

“who wants to go first?” kaminari asked, looking around.

“i can,” todoroki volunteered quietly, surprising everyone else.

“oh? bet, then go ahead and ask bakugo a question. we’ll go counter-clockwise, then,” kaminari piped up, getting up a little to help mina set the bottles of alcohol and plastic shot glasses down in the middle.

a hushed silence fell over the group as todoroki sat pensively, thinking of a question, before leaning in to bakugou’s grimacing face.

“what a stupid question,” bakugou snickered, and answered without missing a beat. “deku.”

everyone nearly snapped their necks to turn around and look at midoriya.

“do you want to know what the question was?” mina asked.

midoriya shook his head violently. “i think i’m good.”

bakugou sneered before cracking his neck and pausing to think of a question for kirishima.

“hurry up, bro,” kirishima teased, earning a scowl from bakugou.

“shut the fuck up,” he growled, leaning in to whisper his question.

you loved watching their best friend dynamic. bakugou was normally on everyone’s bad side, his antagonizing manner turning most people who met him off from interacting with him ever again. but with the way he interacted with kirishima, you knew that he probably had a softer side that he was either too embarrassed of or insecure to let on.

you felt your cheeks flush as you lost yourself in thought, staring at the redhead and the blonde – well, mostly the blonde, and the way his triceps flexed smoothly as bakugou leaned on his arm to get closer to kirishima.

“what are you staring at?” mina whispered excitedly in your ear. startled, you snapped your head to the side to look at her.

“nothing, nothing,” you murmured, embarrassed. if mina knew, you’d never hear the end of it.

“um...,” kirishima started, his pale cheeks flushed crimson as he prefaced his response to bakugou’s question. his eyes darted worriedly around the circle, lingering for a bit on jirou. “jirou… i think.”

jirou’s head immediately shot up from its cozy spot on kaminari’s shoulder, narrowing her eyes as she looked at kirishima. “shot,” she demanded, eliciting laughs from the group. mina poured one out for her and handed it over, giggling as jirou downed it easily, not even a hint of a wince on her face.

“what was the question?” she asked, looking straight at kirishima, making him blush even further.

“who here is…” his voice trailed off meekly.

“who here’s most likely to have a daddy kink,” bakugou grinned, his vermillion eyes glinting with amusement. “interesting… jirou, hah? i can see it.”

you smiled as you watched their interaction spiral – you’d never seen jirou more embarrassed in her life. kaminari watched on in mild amusement, though you could tell that the tips of his ears were also red.

interesting, maybe it is true, you mused to yourself. can’t blame her, though.

“my turn! ask me a question, kiri,” mina said, clapping her hands and sipping her drink.

kirishima paused in thought before covering his lips and her ear with his hand.

“stop!” mina laughed, gently slapping his shoulder. “you really asked me this knowing who i’d say?”

“yeah,” kirishima chuckled. “go on, say it.”

“mr. bakugou katsuki,” mina said, rolling her eyes. “you want a shot, right?”

“tch,” he responded, grabbing the bottle. “tell me the damn question.”

mina waited for the alcohol to make its way down his throat before she exposed herself.

“‘who here do i think will get married last?’”

“and you said me?” he asked, indignant. “oi, raccoon eyes–”

“oh my god, relax,” she replied offhandedly. “clearly it’s because you’re going to be the number one hero or whatever and you won’t have time for marriage. anyway, i get to ask y/n next!”

bakugou growled, but left it alone, choosing to sit and glower at her instead.

“i’ve got a good one,” mina smirked, and immediately you knew that you were in for a tricky question.

“who here would you fuck?” she whispered, giggling as she pulled away and watched for your reaction.

you knew it was coming. not necessarily to you, but you knew that question was coming. it’s always asked. you sighed, regretting not sitting next to deku or momo who probably would have gone easy on you with the questions.

good lord mina, you thought frustratedly, putting your palm to your forehead.

“i hate you,” you said, monotoned, much to mina’s glee. “i need a shot before i answer.”

“here you go, bestie!” she replied, immediately pouring one out for you.

everyone else looked on eagerly, murmuring as you downed the shot, making a face as the alcohol burned its way down your throat.

“damn, what kind of question needs a shot before getting answered?” kaminari asked aloud, watching you with wide eyes.

you took a deep breath, looking around the group and trying to decide on who to choose. but your actions were futile; for you, there was only one answer – and there had only ever been one answer, really.

“... bakugou,” you said finally, hesitating to make eye contact with him.

“oh?” he said, cocking an eyebrow. “shot, raccoon eyes.”

“i already poured one for you!” she said happily, handing it to him. within a second, his cup was empty.

“so? spit it out, y/n,” he grinned.

“who here… would i fuck,” you said the last word with finality, anticipating the hoots and chuckles you’d get from the group.

“this is such a lewd conversation,” iida interjected abruptly, waving his hands towards the middle of the circle. “we shouldn’t–”

“you’d fuck bakugou?” kaminari asked you, his eyes wide with shock. “why?”

“what do you mean?” you felt blood rush to your face, engulfing you in slight embarrassment as you actively tried to avoid the gleaming crimson eyes that were boring holes into the side of your skull.

“i can see it, i think,” momo said, smiling at you. you were sure that what she said was meant to be reassuring, but you weren’t so sure of how helpful it was at the moment.

“so, bakugou, got anything to say?” kirishima asked with a wink, slapping his friend’s shoulder.

he was uncharacteristically silent as the rest of your peers held their breath, waiting for his response.

“tch,” he started, eyes darting to yours. “just that i’m not surprised.”

you held his gaze somewhat defiantly, thanks to the alcohol. sober you would have cast your eyes down immediately, praying for the moment to be over.

“okay, okay! next, next – gotta keep the game moving,” mina said, not wanting you to have to stay in the spotlight for too long. “y/n, ask kaminari something.”

your mind was undeniably foggy with the way you could feel bakugou’s eyes burning into your head, and you weren’t even sure how you were able to come up with a question on the spot. you muttered something stupid about who would be most likely to get robbed, and thankfully, his answer and the following questions kept the game moving along smoothly.

as the night progressed, everyone found themselves drunker and more comfortable with each other, though the questions had definitely gotten spicier. as uraraka rested her head on midoriya’s lap and jirou found herself leaning into kaminari’s arm, you couldn’t help but smile at how cute they looked. your class had come a long way since your first year together.

“i’m going to pee,” you announced, getting up and wobbling as the alcohol rushed to your head.

“oh shit, are you good?” mina asked, getting up to try and stabilize you, despite not being too stable herself.

“yeah, yeah, i’m fine,” you said, waving her off. “bathroom’s right there, i’ll be good.”

you stumbled your way over, stepping delicately over kirishima’s legs as you cut through the circle.

you used your time in the bathroom alone to try and sober yourself up. the sensation of the running cold water on your skin seemed to wake you up, and you examined yourself in the mirror.

fuck… i’m drunk, you thought after a couple of moments, giggling at the realization. disheveled strands of hair framed your face, and your eyes stayed unfocused no matter how hard you tried to get them to focus. you sighed, thinking that that was the best it was going to get, accepting your probable future hangover.

you opened the door, wringing your hands dry when an unfamiliar hand grabbed at your wrist, swallowing it in its large palm.

“bakugou?” you gasped, startled. “what…? is something wrong?”

he continued to stare at you, his large figure slowly backing you up into the wall, his body encaging you.

“did you mean it?” he asked lowly.

“what?”

“don’t be stupid,” he said impatiently. “your answer to raccoon eyes’ question.”

oh.

“i…,” you spoke hesitantly. how the fuck were you even supposed to answer that? “yeah, i guess.”

“you ‘guess’? is that a yes or a no?” he stepped in closer, backing you impossibly closer into the wall. you cowered from his stare, his body suddenly seeming much larger than you’d ever noticed before.

“i mean, yeah, i would,” your voice came out small, despite all of the mock defiance you held in your stare just an hour prior. “happy?”

he paused, holding his breath and searching your face intently. his expression was unreadable; normally, his lips were pulled into a grimace – but now, they sat in a neutral position. his eyes were the only elements of his face that gave away some semblance of emotion.

“... yeah,” he replied finally. “you could say that.”

“huh?” you asked, confused.

“come,” bakugou replied simply, tugging at your wrist and heading for the bedrooms upstairs.

“what? where are we going?” you could barely keep up with his strides. “bakugou, they’ll notice if we’re gone–”

“let them,” he sneered. “everyone’s pretty much knocked out, anyway.”

your heart throbbed in your chest as you followed him up the stairs, still slightly shell-shocked by his actions.

there’s no way this is happening right now, you thought incredulously, the only thing grounding you being the feeling of his hand on your wrist. well, i guess i didn’t lie – i would fuck him, you thought, observing the way his back muscles rippled through his black tank top. you weren’t lying – you just never thought he’d take you up on it.

you rounded the corner, realizing suddenly that he was taking you to his room – his private, secluded room that no one in the class had so far had the privilege of seeing.

“your room, bakugou? what an honor,” you giggled teasingly.

“shut it,” he growled, but you knew that he was all bark and no bite at this point.

his pace was fast and before you knew it, you were already in his room, pushed up against his door with your wrists pinned against it as he towered over you.

“you should have said something earlier, princess, maybe this would have happened a long time ago,” he said, his breath hot on your neck.

you opened your mouth to respond, but were interrupted by his lips on yours, urgent and passionate.

his tongue danced with yours as your teeth gnashed slightly; the both of you were drunk and sloppy, falling into each other as you let your thoughts swirl into nothingness.

he pressed his hips forward into yours, and you gasped slightly at the feeling of his cock stiffening behind his sweats. automatically, you rolled your hips into his, eliciting a low groan from him.

“not gonna last very long if you keep doing that, princess,” he murmured against your lips.

“huh? aiming to be a pro hero and you can’t handle that?” you teased, but were swiftly cut off as his right hand circled your neck, his left finding purchase against the small of your back as he swiveled you around to toss you on his bed.

“oi, don’t test me,” bakugou said, immediately hovering over you, supporting himself with both hands on each side of you and his knee in between your thighs.

he leaned in to suck at your neck, his hand sliding under your shirt to grasp at your breast, rolling your pebbled nipple between his fingers.

a dull ache started to pulse in your core, and you could feel yourself getting wetter, soaking the thin panties you wore. it didn’t help that with his ministrations, bakugou pressed his knee harder into you, as if knowing that you were desperate for some friction.

you arched your back into his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck and trying to bring him closer to you.

“desperate slut,” he chuckled darkly, nipping at your neck. “you’re lucky i wanted this, too.”

“oh? is that a confession, bakugou?” you asked smugly.

“you wish,” he replied snarkily, fisting your shirt and tugging it up, exposing your breasts. he moved his head down, planting wet kisses across your chest while pulling your bra down, the soft flesh spilling out of the restraining fabric.

a light buzzing filled your body – anticipation mixed with alcohol, and your mind was blurry, unable to focus on a single thought at a time. you laced your fingers into his hair, tugging softly at the blonde locks as his tongue lapped gentle circles over your nipple.

he brought his other hand down to pull at the waistband of your sleep shorts, and you lifted your hips, making it easier for him. as his fingers met your clothed cunt, he laughed darkly, sending a shiver down your spine.

“this wet for me, princess?”

you inadvertently tried to close your thighs, an attempt to hide the unmistakable dark spot that had formed at the crotch of your panties.

“no no, don’t hide,” he crooned, dipping his finger below the waistband of the lace cloth. “where’s all the brattiness from earlier, hmm?”

“tch,” you scoffed, tugging harder at his hair as you were at a loss of words.

smoothly, he pulled the fabric down, a low moan falling from his throat as he watched the string of slick that connected you to your panties.

slowly, he glided a finger up your entrance, gathering your arousal on it before shoving it into your mouth, forcing you to clean it off. he watched each and every one of your movements – like a hawk watching its prey.

not wanting to be the only one exposed, you moved your hand down to tug gently at his sweats, silently asking him to take them off. he listened, removing them easily and throwing his sweats and boxers across the room.

“you look so fucking pretty under me, you know that?” he asked, enamored by the way your cheeks hollowed out as you sucked his finger clean. “wish we could have done this earlier.”

he slapped his cock on your cunt teasingly before sliding the swollen head up and down your entrance, eliciting small whines from you. you’d never felt more needy in your life – just the mere feeling of his cock near your pussy drove you nearly insane with want, the desire to be filled up.

without warning, he pushed the head in, grinning at the gasp you emitted.

“fuck!” you breathed, eyebrows furrowed as you felt yourself already having to stretch to accommodate him.

“i’ve barely even done anything,” he responded, his grin growing even cockier. slowly, he pushed further inside you, holding back his own moans as he felt your fleshy walls clench around him. “fuck, you’re fucking tight though, princess.”

it burned for a second before the pain dissipated, and you found yourself craving more. you rolled your hips into his again, needing movement.

“tch,” he said, feeling your hips grind into his. “so needy.”

he pulled out slowly before thrusting into you again, hard and fast, ignoring the mewls and whines that had started to bubble up your throat.

you couldn’t even bring yourself to speak, so preoccupied were you with the sensation of being so, so full that you couldn’t form coherent thoughts.

with each thrust of his hips, your breasts bounced enticingly, causing bakugou to chew the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from showing any sign of vulnerability. but it was too difficult – you were just so pretty, a fucked-out mess underneath him.

the sound of skin slapping skin filled the air, to the point where you were sure that if any of your friends on the floor below listened closely enough, they could figure out what was happening.

“baku-gou, too l-loud,” you gasped, trying to choke out the words despite the pace at which he was going.

“so? they’re just extras, let them hear,” he growled, pounding into you particularly hard for good measure.

you couldn’t hold back your moans any longer, all of them spilling out at once, falling upon his ears like music.

“god- fuck, bakugou,” you panted, your nails leaving angry red marks on his back.

wordlessly, he moved a finger to your clit, rubbing small circles into it, sending jolts of pleasure through you.

your legs spasmed around him, and you wrapped them tightly around his hips, slowing his movements but unable to fully stop them. you were dangerously approaching your orgasm, and you could feel your vision start to glaze over – the only thing you could make out was the image of his eyes, red and shining, staring at you, as if willing you to cum.

your nails dug crescent-shaped marks into his flesh as you approached the edge. “‘m gonna c-cum,” you managed, creasing your forehead in concentration.

he pressed his finger harder into your puffy clit, his strokes becoming longer and more deliberate.

“yeah? then go ahead and cum, princess.”

waves of hot ecstasy rolled over you, pure bliss washing your mind blank of any thoughts. bakugou’s own hips stuttered as you clenched around him, convulsing as you rode out your orgasm.

“christ, y/n, feels so fucking good,” he muttered, letting you ride it out for a bit longer before he flipped you onto your stomach, fisting your hair.

“ah!” you cried out, your walls still fluttering around him despite the pain you felt from your scalp.

he pressed a palm into your lower back, forcing you into a deeper arch as he started to pound into you again, his head lolling back in pleasure.

bakugou couldn’t get enough of the way your ass bounced with each thrust, and he grabbed onto your left hip for support, starting to quicken his pace.

“mmnh–, more, bakugou,” you pleaded, your eyes rolling back as your tongue peeked through your parted lips. you gave up on trying to think – you gave in entirely to him.

“more? fucking slut,” he said, but in truth, your mewls and moans went straight to his dick, forcing him closer and closer to his own threatening climax.

you’d started to back your ass into him, too, matching his pace, and it was nearly too much for him to bear.

“shit,” he hissed. “‘m gonna cum, princess.”

“inside, please–!” you gasped, desperate to feel yourself filled to the brim with his cum.

that was enough for him, and he let go, shooting white hot spurts of cum into you, painting your walls white with his seed.

he cursed, feeling his cock twitch inside of you as it softened, despite the way you continued to clench around him, sucking up all of his cum and refusing to let go.

you whined as he pulled out, the sensation of cool air suddenly surrounding your pussy making you sensitive. bakugou watched, entranced, as trickles of cum oozed out from your entrance before he stuffed some back in with his finger.

gently, he helped you onto your back and flopped to your side, quiet, pensive. you lay catching your breath, but suddenly felt the urge to cover yourself up.

as if he could read your mind, he got up and got dressed, leaving the room.

is that… it? you thought, suddenly apprehensive. you, too, wanted to get dressed, but the trickle of cum making its way down your legs was too uncomfortable.

within seconds, bakugou re-entered the room, a wet rag in hand.

“you’re back?” you asked, wide-eyed.

“what? yeah, i left to get this,” he responded, confused and holding up the rag. “did you think i’d leave you like this?”

“... dunno,” you responded, a little taken aback.

he knelt by the bed, cleaning you up gently and sliding your panties back up your legs.

you’d started to become more clearheaded, despite the alcohol still buzzing throughout your system.

“i didn’t know you wanted this, too,” you said quietly, after a few pauses of silence. briefly, you wondered if you would have had the courage to be so honest if not for the alcohol.

“... i always did,” he responded, averting his gaze and instead shifting his attention to finding your shorts.

your heart beat wildly in your chest as you watched his face, pale with a rosy tint to his cheeks, his handsome features illuminated by the moonlight that peeked through his curtains.

“really?”

“yes, shitty woman,” he grunted, evoking a little giggle from you as he finally seemed back to his usual, grumpy self. “‘cause i fucking like you, y/n. got it?”

he what?

did you hear him correctly? you blinked rapidly, your breath hitching in your throat as he made eye contact with you, his stare intense and piercing.

when you didn’t respond, he looked down, embarrassed.

“you don’t have t–”

“i like you, too,” you responded quickly, hoping that he’d look at you again. “for a while, actually.”

bakugou hesitated before getting up and sitting on the edge of the bed. he reached his hand out, stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb, leaning in to press a light kiss to your forehead.

“sleep here tonight?”

you smiled, butterflies fluttering about in your stomach.

“of course.”

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Shush

Wow. I think this is the filthiest and the most messed up shit I’ve ever written in my whole life send me holly water pls (after you enjoyed reading this duh) I don’t know how this idea popped up in my mind one night but yeah don’t come at me.

💊Title ‹ Shush ›

💊Pairing ‹ Jimin x OC (f) ›

💊Genre ‹ adopted brother au, forbidden/unhealthy romance, smut, angst › 

💊Summary ‹ Forbidden fruit always taste the sweetest and when the fruit comes in the form of an innocent boy it’s even sweeter. ›

💊Warnings ‹ emotional manipulation, discussions about an incurable disease, unhealthy relationship dynamics, some fluff, multiple smut scenes filthy so be aware!, mention (and brief description) of sexual fantasies, sub! Jimin, soft domme! OC, teasing, mention of porn watching, brief imagined masturbation, corruption kink, first time, virgin! Jimin, blowjob, handjob, good boy Jiminie, jealous OC, oral (f), fingering, unprotected sex (don't do this be safe!), exhibitionism, marking/biting, almost getting caught, dirty talk, riding, pls keep in mind that this is only fiction! don’t do this folks ›

💊Word count ‹ 6k ›

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Brushing the snowflakes off my coat’s shoulder, I take a look around the spacious living room soaking in the warmth and waiting for my fingers to defrost, hearing nothing besides the wind that blows outside. Checking the clock on the wall I recall that mom should be still at work at this time around, nothing’s new.

I silently make my way upstairs then halting once I’m in front of Jimin’s bedroom door that has a big J on it. Mom would be upset if she knew I didn’t check on him first thing when I got home so I knocked once then twice before I heard muffled noises from the other side and the shuffle of sheets followed by a loud bang of something hard suddenly hitting the ground. The sound itself quite concerningly rings in your ears.

”Are you alright?” I place my palm on the wooden surface concentrating on the noises that I faintly hear filtering through the door, biting down on my lip as I still didn’t get an answer from him.

”Ok. I’m coming in!” I tell him after a couple of seconds of silence, I gave him enough time to yell out that he’s fine. I’m ready to burst through the door when his voice squeaks out a tiny unconvincing ’I’m good.’ but my hand is already on the doorknob. His body lays slightly off the bed when I enter his room, the bed under him is unmade and his hair is dishevelled sticking to different angles from all the tossing and turning looking soft, wearing only a thin white shirt and pyjama pants to bed. Probably haven’t gotten up from it all day.

”You fell off the bed again?” I chuckle, sending him an amused look spiced with an arched eyebrow – it’s not the first time I see him in this position – shaking my head from side to side, though my eyes reveal that I’m not angry just amused. I grab both his knees and help him to lay flat against the pillows just like he was most likely laying before. His eyes glow like a lightstick with a beaming smile on his face.

”Y/N, you’re home early.” Arching up a brow himself he situates his body to rest his back against the headboard interrogating the cause of my early arrival with a slightly hoarse voice. Jimin looks into a specific direction frequently enough for me to spot his staring. I reply to his statement with a roll of my eyes brushing his hair gently to the side after I checked he indeed has no fever. Giving him the benefit of the doubt that I have no idea he’s trying to hide something I smile back.

I scan through his room hoping to find out by the order of things are placed what he was doing before I got home, it’s easy to spot the differences since I’m the one who usually cleans in here but besides his laptop that sits on the far end of the bed instead of the desk, nothing else seems out of place.

”Why? Were you doing something you shouldn’t be?” I grin, at first the question was intended to be innocent but watching how Jimin’s face contorts into a scandalized look I know he’s up to no good. His expression soon gets replaced with shyness unintentionally a boyish blush spreads across his rosy cheeks. It gets me even more curious.

He gained some weight over the past weeks so his features are almost healthily filled out, the new medication seems to work better than the doctors had anticipated and right now he has minimal symptoms.

Mom must be pleased by the outcome, he regained so much colour to his pale skin too. I witnessed all his ups and lows, I still remember the day I met him. He was in a bad shape, bedridden, so pale and skinny like a skeleton. He couldn’t even sit up on his bed to greet me and when he opened his eyes hearing my mom’s voice calling out to him I came face to face with his teary eyes, hands grabbing his chest to ease the pain that he felt crawling his way up from under his ribcage as a silent tear rolled down his cheeks. He got better when mom decided to take him out of the care system and switched doctors to look after his further treatment.

I regarded him as a responsibility at the beginning of our relationship made sure he took his medication between meals just like my mother instructed. Cleaned his room and made him food when my mother was busy with work. She’s a nurse at the local hospital, she left me alone with him a lot, her job consumes a lot of her time so I had to take care of him almost every day after school even had to take a few days off so I can stay at home when his condition started to get worse and he needed more supervision than usual.

Be that as it may, he had his better days that I started to like so much, spending time with him stopped being an obligation and instead, the time spent together started to be the highlights of my days.

Listening to his angelic laugh, having him listen to me talking about my day. No boy or man ever paid this much genuine attention to me, only him. He has his eyes only on me.

His fierce response makes me come to my senses, dragging me out of my own consuming thoughts.

”Of course not!” He defensively spats my hands away when I try to pinch his cheeks. He looks very pretty when the sun shines on his face. He looks like an angel.

”Oh really? I guess it’s fine then to show me your laptop’s search history. How about right now?” I move faster than he can snatch the device so I’m able to get it and open his tab before he even lets a leg down to plant his feet on the ground.

However, I was not expecting to find something this interesting in his log history. Looking between the screen and his red face I tilt my head to the side seemingly deep in my thoughts. It’s not that I never acknowledged the fact that he’s a man in his mid-twenties and because of his unfortunate susceptibility to having a systemic autoimmune disease he never had the chance to socialise like it’s a norm for most people. The only other’s he meet day by day are my mother and I since he can’t go out because of his photosensitivity.

Maybe I could blame the stars that never flickered out of his naive eyes for the past ten years I’ve known him for not thinking that Jimin could have dirty thoughts. Well, this porn page clearly states otherwise.

I know it’s inappropriate to think about Jimin, my adopted brother, in this way but I can’t find it in me to stop the spiralling thoughts.

Wondering if he masturbates while watching these videos when I’m in school. How he grabs his cock with shaky hands, cute fingers coated in his precum. Wondering if he uses the same hand to hold mine innocently after he did dirty things to himself. I subconsciously rub my thighs together to ease some of the tension that gathered between my thighs, even fantasising about him makes me feel hot.

I feel bad thinking about him inappropriately when he’s sick but I can’t seem to feel the shame when I look directly into his bright eyes now. The rational part of my brain screams that it’s inappropriate even though we are not blood-related.

Heck, not at all as mom adopted him when his last remaining family member, his father died ten years ago.

Jimin’s facial expression is like an open book I read him so well. Poor boy can’t even lie everything he thinks about is apparent on his pretty face.

Afraid that I’ll call him names he lowers his gaze, waiting for me to tell him that I’m disappointed and disgusted by him now that I discovered his dirty little secret that he rubs one out to porn but oh boy he has no idea. That I think about him in a way a sister shouldn’t. That there is nothing wrong with being curious. He has all the right to be. It’s easy to forget he’s older than me when I’m the more experienced one in everything.

”Hey it’s ok,” I get to my previous position, sitting down on the edge of his bed right next to his waistline. I curl a finger under his chin to level his face with mine, showing him a small smile indicating that everything’s gonna be alright.

”I watch porn sometimes too, there’s nothing to be ashamed of here Jiminie. It’s only natural to be curious about it. It’s human nature.” He avoids making eye contact but a tiny nod in my direction shows me that he’s listening.

”If you want I promise I’ll forget that this ever happened. Do you want that honey?” Nudging his pinky with mine I offer him the chance to change the topic to something light.

”You won’t tell mom about it, right?” Nodding my head in agreement I assure him that this piece of information can be our secret and no one has to know that this conversation ever happened. It appears to calm him down gradually as he finally reciprocates my gaze and sighs in relief. What you didn’t expect to hear after that, however, was an explanation of why he started watching porn.

”I want to know how it feels.” Jimin admits shyly, looking around to avoid my eyes as he tells me his hidden thoughts and I find him truly endearing. The previous tense atmosphere seems to completely fade away as Jimin relaxes his muscles against the bedsheet and opens up his heart.

”What? Sex?” I asked, watching his reactions closely as I experimentally place my palm above his right knee. An innocent touch.

Jimin shivers into the contact but other than that nothing remarkably changes in his behaviour or posture. He pays careful attention to not let his feelings show up on his otherwise expressive face. Cute. Sooner or later I’ll know how he really feels about my advances as he can’t keep pretending for long. He was never good at it.

”Yes. They seem to like it so much when I’m watching those videos.” Humming approvingly I rest a manicured nail at the edge of his waistband, this earns a sharp inhale of breath but he doesn’t try to remove my touch that indicates he’s not uncomfortable with me touching him. He doesn’t seem bothered, just a little sheepish.

”You know, a video is nothing compared to the real thing.” I let a single finger slide under his shirt drawing circles into his hipbone eyes watching the way his chest moves up and down a little faster at that.

”What a shame that you don’t know pretty girls to have sex with.” Deciding it’s time to remove my hand I’m letting the limb fall to my side lazily. Jimin’s lips immediately form a pout after I stop making advances on his body, showing me that he was expecting something more. All this time I thought he doesn’t see me like I see him but maybe I was wrong assuming that. Gaining confidence I decide it’s time to push his buttons a little more.

”I’m sure girls would form long lines to get into your pants baby. I wouldn’t be surprised since you are so pretty.” The praise makes his ears bright red, mother did a good job with giving him a boyish undercut a good fashion choice to leave the tips longer so I can easily comb my fingers through it, curling a few strays behind his ears.

”Y-Y/N.” A breathy moan leaves his lips as I kiss the underside of his jaw on impulse, finding stability by grabbing onto his thighs to lean closer and breathe in his clean scent. I push him against the headboard but he doesn’t mind it at all, too lost in the moment, feeling my lips on his throat to register any pain.

I pull away slightly to reconnect our eyes. Jimin licks his dry lips, not having anyone to talk to until I arrived home, he kept his mouth shut only feeling now how dry his throat is all of the sudden.

A ghost of a smile appears in the corner of my mouth as I realise Jimin is watching my lips not even trying to conceal his desire to have another taste of the forbidden fruit. This is so wrong but his lips are so light against mine, afraid that if I apply pressure somehow this moment will end and I don’t want this to ever end but as the saying goes, nothing lasts forever in life.

The magical moment ends when I hear my mother’s voice from downstairs. ”Y/N, Jimin I’m home!”

The cheerful voice of my mother abruptly interrupts our first shared kiss, not letting him chase the taste of my cherry lip balm I place a small peck on his nose instead yelling back that we’re upstairs and we’ll be down in a minute.

”No need to rush,” I peck his forehead this time, giving his face small kisses to lift his mood. It’s comical how disappointed he looks with his nose scrunched up adorably. He really has no shame as he sighs licking his lips to taste the remaining flavour of our kiss.

”We can continue this tomorrow, we have so much time, I promise...”

And continue we do. True to my word I comply with his request pulling the oversized t-shirt over my head to reveal him my black lacy bra and the curve of my waist. His eyes devour the new uncovered flesh hands lingering in the air itching to touch my bare skin but too shy to do it without my permission. He remains frozen in the act. Dreamy eyes watching my reaction to his shy movements silently asking for a sign that it is alright to touch. He’s so curious he wants to hear those noises the couples always make in his videos.

I nod putting him out of his misery cradling his hand in mine to place the warm palm onto my covered breast I guide his movements fondling the flesh, his touch feels good despite the barrier between his skin and mine.

Slipping his hand under the cup his finger comes into contact with my nipple I show him how to circle the bud until it gets erect a small sigh escaping my lips. I had the sudden urge to steal a kiss so I leaned in to grab the back of his neck and crush our lips together no tongue just lips touching sweetly.

I removed his touch to intertwine our fingers placing both of our hands to rest against the bed leaning into his mouth more.

”Is that all that you want me to do?” I murmur the words into his mouth, encouraging him to say more, to do more. Jimin swallows the saliva in his mouth gaze significantly cloudy as he stares into my eyes, shaking his head. He got so far the current thoughts in his head are clearly not about stopping anytime soon.

”What else do you want then?” I press him to answer my question, following the line of his upper lip with my thumb smearing the lip balm that got transferred from my lips to his while kissing, Jimin took a shaky breath before opening his mouth.

”Y-your tongue.” His tongue seemingly came out subconsciously to wet his lips I closed my eyes moaning at the sinful image. He really did his research, I’m about to give him everything he wants if he keeps up with these innocent yet so dirty looks.

”Where do you want it?” I grin moving closer so our thighs are firmly pressed together letting go of his hand to cup his face with both hands. Bending my head to peck the outline of his vein on his neck his pulse quickens under my touch. Pleased to have had such a great effect on him.

”In my mouth.” He squeaks out his response when I bite into his shoulder careful not to really pierce his skin but let him feel a moderate amount of pain mixed with his pleasure. I smooth my tongue where I bit making sure that I don’t leave any marks on his perfect skin. I don’t want our mother to ask questions later.

”Hm,” I hum into his neck satisfied by the answer before lining our faces again to fulfil his wish. ”Open.” As soon as I command his lips part obediently waiting for me to slip my tongue into his awaiting mouth.

”Jimin. Can I touch you?” I sigh into his mouth, he tastes so sweet I can’t seem to get my fill as I discover every corner of his hot cavern licking the roof teasing him before letting our wet muscles touch in a heated battle for dominance. Jimin gets greedy soon as he pushes my tongue back to do the exploration of his own, the kiss turns sloppy and too much saliva. Hands clutching onto the duvet under him grounding his body swimming in euphoria from falling too deep into the feeling.

”Yes, please.” Our eyes open slightly to watch each other my mouth founds the corner of his lips then the side of his cheek and jaw before diving back in parting his lips with my tongue to continue tasting him.

With a feather-light touch, I snake my hands upwards his thin frame and tiny waist feels so fragile under my fingers. I want to pepper his torso with my kisses pushing his body down using his shoulders to see his weight bounce on the bed. But I can’t get so ahead of myself, Jimin deserves to be worshipped like the angel he is.

”Lay down on your back Jiminie.” I smile seeing how obedient he is following my orders without any complaints or questions. He trusts me so much.

The thought alone that he is under me letting me have my ways with him makes my underwear sit uncomfortably against my heat when I move my legs to straddle his hips I feel how drenched I am for him. So pretty and so eager under me as his head rests on the pillows he truly looks like an innocent angel.

I motion for Jimin to raise his arms so I can get rid of his shirt and finally do what I intended to do and kiss his body starting from his collarbones all the way to the line where his pyjama pants hide the delicious lines of his hip bones.

I press kisses of praises into his shoulder blades moving down following the line of his sternum to give attentive licks and pecks all over his stomach feeling his muscles tensing under my lips whines and other sweet sounds slipping out of his parted lips as he breathes heavily through his nose with his eyes closed.

When I let a couple of fingers slide under his pants I realise the lack of material under my touch. He’s not wearing his boxers. The outline of his dick is evident when I look down he’s not that long but where he lacks his grith makes up for it as I can already imagine how good he would feel buried in me stretching my walls so good.

”Do you want me to touch your pretty cock darling?” I don’t forget to ask for permission even though by now I can clearly see how much he wants all this. The sight itself, how his member strains against the concealing fabric is an awfully clear giveaway of his growing desires. Jimin maintains our eye contact with hooded eyes nodding his head fervently before he can confirm his needs with words. His body burns but not with fever.

”I..yes, please. I w-want you to.” Jimin squirms waiting for me to do something that would relieve some of the tension in his joints. His cock feels heavy in my hand ready to sink into my cunt anytime, I can’t wait to put my mouth around it first but I have to be patient. I circle a digit around the tip testing how much precum he has for me.

Holding the digit up to my lips I taste the slightly salty substance humming approvingly. Tugging his pants down I get to work giving a kiss to the tip before coating his member with my saliva so I can lubricate his shaft enough so it won’t hurt him. His whole body shakes when my mouth makes contact with his cock his virgin body overwhelmed with the new sensation the little pleasure already too much for him to handle.

I make a mental note about grabbing some lube on my way home tomorrow so I can be prepared for situations like this. My lips suddenly widen into a Cheshire grin as I deliver the last lick all the way up to the hilt replacing my mouth with my hand.

”Jiminie look here for a little.” I coax him to open his eyes again with a sweet voice. ”Like that darling.” I praise him when his eyes met mine, choosing the moment his gaze connects with mine to use the same hand that pleasured him to glide under my jeans and underwear mixing my arousal with his precum I moan for the show as I rub my clit before collecting my essence so I can use it on his dick giving him the needed extra lubricant.

Jimin’s eyes don’t stay open for long when I finally touch him properly with the intent of making him cum. He can’t seem to keep his moans and throaty whines to himself as I give him a confident grip increasing the speed of my wrist when his whines became more high pitched his body gives away all the signs when he shakes under my touch that he’s close embarrassingly fast but I don’t mind, it’s his first time after all. We can always work on his stamina later.

”Relax baby and just enjoy this.” I encourage him to let go, massaging his thighs with my free hand to relax his strained muscles, slowing down my strokes but give special treatment to the tip collecting the forming precum. ”There’s no need for you to hold back.” I peck his hip picking up my pace again for a few moments longer before taking him into my mouth waiting for him to cum swirling my tongue over the tip repeatedly.

”Y-Y/N.” My name comes out in moans like a broken record when he finally lets all the tension seep away from his body letting the building pleasure force him into submission as he cums into my mouth his body goes limp when the pleasure fades away after I let him ride out his high with gentle licks.

I place the duvet over his sleepy form after I help him back into his clothes, tucking him in as I kiss his cheek to say ’sleep tight’ with the gesture.

I toss the food around on my plate in front of me tentatively listening to the conversation held between my parent and her guest but not engaging, sinking my fork into the broccoli angrily as I hear Natalie’s sugar-coated voice destined for only Jimin’s ears to catch.

She leeched herself onto him as soon as she stepped into this house annoying me with saying stuff like ’you have such a nice brother’ just to emphasise my relation to him. Even my mom takes her side saying that they look cute together.

I know she wants Jimin to socialise, that’s why this dinner is purposefully held in the first place but I can’t seem to show a different emotion than disgust when I look at Natalie trying to woo my Jimin. She will never know how he sounds when he’s about to blow his load or how he would taste against her tongue because only I can see that side of him no one else, and especially not her.

  His ears are red from her constant compliments and I swear I even saw her hand grip his shoulder when she laughed about something my mom said, he shies away from her because he never kept a conversation going on with another girl that wasn’t me or my mom before but that doesn’t mean jealousy doesn’t bubble up in my chest when he doesn’t deny her advances explicitly.

The dinner continues for an awfully long time before I could excuse myself from the table to hide away in my room and peacefully start yelling into my pillow to relieve my pent up frustration throughout this unpleasant meal.

Either Jimin genuinely didn’t have a clue what she was implying or he was aware but fine with it I don’t want to waste any more time and watch her all over him. I continued sulking in my room when I heard a knock on my door grunting a ’yes’ before I resembled smashing my keyboard I suddenly felt the urge to complete that assignment I procrastinated on so I can keep my mind focused on something else.

I avert my gaze from the screen to see who’s my intruder but I refocus on my computer when I see it’s Jimin. I’m not in the mood to talk to him right now since the picture of Natalie all over him is the first image to enter my mind.

”What? Dinner’s over so soon?” I’m careful to use an unaffected tone when I speak up, holding myself back from making eye contact even though I would love to see his face, we haven’t got time all day to talk or cuddle at all since I had to help my mother all evening to prepare for this dinner that was a waste of time anyway.

Jimin stays silent not bothering to answer my question but I still refuse to look at him as I pretend to be absorbed in my work. Even if it’s far from reality when the only thing consuming my thoughts right now is that I want him to tell me no one else is going to touch him only I can make him feel that good. That he wants. No, needs only me.

”A-are you angry? Please don’t be.” I still don’t turn around and looks like it makes him desperate for my attention he thugs at my blouse but I don’t react.

I want him to panic take over his body so he won’t do this to me again. I have to busy my fingers with typing so I don’t move to card my fingers through his locks like I long to do when he lays his head on my lap kneeling on the ground to do so. I don’t push his head away but doesn’t react either.

Half an hour passes in this manner, only my typing is heard in the otherwise silent room Jimin’s head still resting on my thighs hands circling my waist. I’m halfway done with my assignment when I feel Jimin’s nose nudge my centre. I showered after I excused myself from the dinner to blow off some steam and calm down grabbing only a pair of underwear and a shirt to cover my body with.

Jimin placed a kiss on my clothed clit making my body jerk in surprise forcing me with his bold actions to finally look at him our gaze locks as soon as I look down. Jimin folds the sides of my blouse so he can get access to the rest of my underwear following my panty line with his nose.

”Can I make it up to you?” Jimin looks up with innocent eyes that have my stomach twist in excitement but I try not to show him how much he can affect me as well. I’ll still make him pay for his actions.

”So you know you did something wrong.” I scoff but it ends up in a gasp when he licks the front of my underwear without a warning.

I grip his hair to keep him in place holding him close enough so his head still rests on my thighs but not that close to letting him lick my centre again. He’s playing dangerous games right now but I don’t know if I have it in me to be gentle with him.

”You should stop before I can’t guarantee that I won’t lose my control.” I warn him through my gritted teeth, closing my eyes for a moment to focus on my breathing, his eyes grew bigger for a moment before the previous shocked expression morphs into something else.

He can’t reach my cunt from where he’s restrained by my hands so he licks the inner side of my thigh his teeth nibbling on my sensitive skin.

  I loosen my grip on his hair smoothing the silky locks out of his eyes but he cleverly uses the gesture to scoot forward and have another taste placing a more confident lick stretching the rubberband side of my panty with his teeth sliding his hands over my stomach that was previously so obediently circling my waist.

”You don’t have to do it.” I remind him, feeling out of breath from his kitten licks over my clothed mound.

”I know.” Jimin replies with a sweet smile adorning his face before he pulls my underwear down my legs slowly, watching with interest as I part my legs so he can have a good look at my glistening core.

”The girls from the videos always like it when the boy does this.” Jimin murmurs under his breath absentmindedly before rubbing my clit with his fingertips his digits dipping lower to catch where most of my arousal gathers a single digit nudging my entrance. I part my legs more so he can get more comfortable between them I let him get familiar with my most intimate part before I pull his hand away with shaky fingers.

”Taste it.” I order for him to pop his fingers into his mouth licking my arousal clean from them and he doesn’t disappoint as he does.

Now that his fingers are coated with his saliva I guide it back to my core. ”Want your finger in me.” I throw my head back when he enters, my walls sucking his finger in his movements are inexperienced and uncoordinated but I let him experiment until he gets the hang of it, and oh when he does. His one finger turns into two soon as he finds the best way to pound into my wet cunt curling the digits just the right way to make me see stars. ”Doing so good Jiminie.” I tell him between heavy pants as the rhythmical hard thrusts of his fingers starts to become too much to handle I feel my insides tighten just like my walls tighten around his fingers getting closer and closer.

I open my eyes to watch him lean down his hair tickling my inner thighs as he nestles between my legs licking at my clit while the movement of his hand never falters, the new stimulus that his visual between my legs and his tongue on my nub adds to the feeling, making me come undone around his fingers.

”Stand up baby.” I motion for him to stand as well, his finger slips out of my hole, with a confused expression plastered on his face but doesn’t question my intentions as he obligates standing on his wobbly feet I let him sit down to where I was before straddling his hips.

”Are you going to let me ride your cock? Make you mine?” I ask him using my sweetest tones before slowly kissing his lips making sure to map out his mouth once more before turning my attention to kiss the expanse of his neck.

”Yes. Fuck yes.” The way how the curse word slipped through his mind without him noticing is endearing, he can always surprise me with something doesn’t matter how much time I dedicate to learning his body and soul, he’ll always have layers to discover. These good days sometimes even weeks when his illness hides its ugly face into the background are so precious that I wish we could always be like this.

I situate my body so I can pull his sweats down I pleasantly discover that he doesn’t wear his underwear when his dick slaps against his stomach. I reach for one of the drawers where I know I placed the lube.

I squeeze some into my hand before wrapping my fingers around his fully hardened shaft smearing the lube over him Jimin whines when he feels the cold liquid hit his hot member moaning once I roll my wrist the way he seems to like so much. Have enough of the foreplay I position him in front of my entrance making eye contact with him before taking him in letting him have the chance of backing out.

Jimin’s thighs shake as I take him in fully he tries muffling his moans by biting down on my shoulder so our guests don’t find out what we are doing in my room. With a smirk on my face, I roll my hips getting the best responses as Jimin tries to hold back his cries tightening his hold on my waist to slow my thrusts down but I don’t listen to him as I start to grind down on him letting his member pull out almost all the way before sinking down enjoying how good he fills me up.

I slow down as a knock is heard at my door Jimin’s eyes widen in fear but I don’t let him move an inch as I silently take my seat with his cock buried between my folds he holds back a moan when I clench around him.

”Mom?” I call out to her, my voice a bit shaky but I was able to mask it away enough that it doesn’t sound suspicious.

”Are you alright? Can I come in?” I hear her worried voice, she probably heard Jimin’s louder cries and she thinks something’s wrong. At this moment I’m really glad that my mom is very dense.

”I’m feeling unwell so I’m going to sleep immediately but you go and have fun with the guests don’t worry.” I offer her my reply as I circle my waist can’t keep still as Jimin’s dick feels heavenly it shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does seeing how pathetically he tries to prevent my mother from hearing his moans but his innocent facade can’t fool me as I feel him twitch inside me as I talk to my mother while he’s balls deep in my cunt. I wonder if he wants us to get caught or that he would like me to fuck him in front of Natalie on our dining table so she can see she never had a chance with him.

”Fine but come and get me if you need anything.” She leaves with these last words without further protests and I thank her while bouncing on Jimin’s lap silencing his cries by kissing him hard. 

”What mom would think if she saw you in this situation Jiminie? Fucking me while you pretend to be an angel in front of her. Kissing her cheek with the same lips that were buried between my legs moments prior.” I whisper next to the shell of his ear he lets out embarrassed whines but I can feel him enjoy how I fuck myself using him.

My thighs ache as I increase the pace feeling so close again I guide Jimin’s hand between our bodies to make him rub at my clit he does it messily but it’s enough stimulation as I cum again watching as Jimin’s eyes squeezed shut close to reach his own high.

[seiyasabi]

きつね (Fox)

(I wanted to try something different and write a few Romaji (ローマ字) words in Hiragana (ひらがな)! I promise it won’t be throughout the fic, but I thought it would be fun for those learning Japanese to practice :)) 

Here’s a !DARK! Kitsune (きつね) Kakyoin (かきょいん) x Female Reader story! Please proceed with extreme caution! 

TW: !NONCON!, !Foul Dirty talk!, !breeding kink!, !knotting!, !Size kink!, use of pepper spray!, you’re in the forest!,!no prep!, !gagging!,  !predator/prey elements!, violence!, mentions of blood and small wounds!, !mentions of drug use and alcohol! (Not you or in detail),  etc.. 

I’m sorry if this is too OOC!) 

“Go to the forest, they said, it’ll be fun, they said,” You grumble to yourself, nearly tripping over a stray tree root. All you want to do is get out of this damn forest and pass out in your dormitory bed, but it seems like Mother Nature has another plan for you. 

Currently, you’re regretting going into the creepy woods near your college. You’d only gotten to this college a few months prior, having transferred from your college in (prefecture/country) to one in rural Japan, and you thought this would be a fun experience. Your new friends claimed that the parties at a certain campground were wild and entertaining, but so far, you’d only seen a few drunken fights, you watched a girl snort a line off of another girls’ chest, and were almost shoved into the bonfire. After all of this, and the fact that your friends left you alone, you decided it was time to head home. 

But, as it turns out, you walked in the opposite direction of the parking lot, getting yourself absolutely lost in the hauntingly beautiful forest. Cursing yourself for your stupidity, you tried to bring up google maps, only to be stopped by that godforsaken icon of ‘no service.’ 

So, you opted for your phone’s flashlight, trying in vain to figure out where was North and where was South. 

“Fucking hell, I know I didn’t walk too far from the campsite, how did I get so lost?” Stumbling once again, you almost fall flat on your face, only to be stopped by a pale hand. The slender, long fingered hand grips the fat of your forearm in a firm grasp, holding you up. Seeing this, a horrified scream leaves your lips before you can stop it, thinking that the thing in front of you was an Onryō. 

Looking up, you’re suddenly face to face with a large, breathtaking man in a red and white kimono. His long, red hair is twisted into an intricate updo, highlighting his sharp jawline. That, in turn, shows off his dangling earrings, which just barely brush his cheek. His purple eyes twinkle in your phone’s flashlight, a small smirk quirking his full lips. 

“Hello there,” The redhead's voice is smooth, sounding like whipped butter personified, “Are you lost?” 

Knowing better than to expose your vulnerability, you shake your head no, “O-oh, no, sir. I’m just heading back to the party. I’m sorry if I bothered you,” You try to wrench your arm from his grip, but he seemingly grabs on harder. 

“There’s no need to lie, I heard your grumblings a few moments ago. I’ve also watched your sorry attempts of hiking through the foliage, and I’d be happy to help,” You eye him suspiciously, not trusting him for a second. 

“No thank you. I’m not so sure I trust a weird man alone in the forest. I hope you understand,” He laughs at your words, sounding like wind chimes. You shift your feet in discomfort, wondering what is so funny about your cautious words. 

“Don’t be silly. There’s a temple near here that I upkeep, and I was walking to the parking lot to head to a 7/11 near here. I’m heading in the same direction as you, so-“ He continues to speak, but you don’t hear a word. You never mentioned the parking lot, and if he was heading there, you’re pretty sure he would’ve just used a path that you carelessly disregarded. Noticing your sudden change of discomfort to extreme fear, he tries to comfort you, “Why that look? I promise I won’t hurt you. Here, why don’t you come to the temple and-“ 

You don’t give him time to manipulate you, suddenly whipping out your gel pepper spray. Chucking the cap in a random direction, you check that the nozzle is facing him, before spraying at full blast. A loud bark-like scream echoes through the air, as you’re suddenly released by his iron grip. Shoving him over, you start to sprint in the direction you just came from.  

“Come back here!” The red haired man yells, a deep growl reverberating through his chest. That urges you to run faster. Flashlight aimed at the ground, you leap and hop over foliage and debris, trying your hardest to evade the freak of a man currently after you. You can hear his footsteps behind you, the forest suddenly silent. 

Your body runs cold at the realisation; just what is this man, and why are the critters so afraid of him? 

Not deciding to find out, you then run in a zigzag fashion, trying to get him off of your tail. The crunch of sticks and leaves are constant, the loudest ones being the hulking man behind you. 

“You can’t outrun me, Pretty Girl!” 

Your chase goes on for a while longer, until you see the unmistakable light of a fire. This causes you to go faster, the idea of safety appealing. 

But, unfortunately for you, you didn’t notice the undeniable silence ahead of you. When you left, the music was practically earth shattering, along with the chatter of inebriated college kids and the loud noise of their cars and motorcycles. 

When you reach the fire, you’re greeted with the sight of a dark wooden structure. It’s a temple, but it looks a lot bigger than a normal Shintō one. In fact, it looks straight out of the fantasy anime your roommate made you watch with her. 

Taking your chances with the forest, you turn to run back into the dark green foliage, only to be tackled back first onto the stick covered dirt below. The twigs stab into your uncovered covered skin, drawing blood, as the kimono clad man above you pants in both pain and anger. 

He brings his face close to yours, making you turn yours away from his with a whimper. His warm breath fans across your uncovered neck, his purple eyes practically glowing down at you. The white around his irises are bright red and teary, showing the effect your weapon has against him. In the lightly you notice two flattened ears on the top of his head, making you gasp in surprise and confusion. Was this a guardian of the Forest? Or was this a demon here to steal your soul? 

“Why must you hurt me? I haven’t done anything to you,” He sounds somewhat hurt that you maced him, but who could blame you? If some creep approaches you in the forest, you fight first, ask questions later. 

“Why are you coming after me? There’s no reason for you to chase after me,” One of his rough hands grips your chin, forcing you to look up at him. His mouth is parted slightly, his sharp teeth glinting in the fire light as his face twists into a smirk. 

“It’s always fun chasing after prey,” He leans in closer, lips just barely touching yours, “Especially when the prey is as adorable as you. Now, we can do this the hard way, or the easy way; if you let me have you, we can go at your pace. If you don’t, I’ll take you however I want.” 

To say you’re shocked is an understatement, “Wha-what do you mean, ‘take me’? Didn’t you just say that you’re going to eat me?” 

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. I’m still quite full from the meal I had earlier. I should thank those villagers; without them, I wouldn’t have been able to eat those delicious friends of yours,” All blood leaves your face, did he just say that he ate-

Looking at his kimono, you realise that the red isn’t a pattern at all; it’s blood splatter! 

“Oh my god,” You place a shaking hand on his chest, trying to push him away, “What the fuck? Holy shit- is that why the forest is so quiet? They know it’s your feeding time? Holy fuck-“ He silences you with a heated kiss, practically forcing his tongue down your throat. Lithe hands grope at your cropped tank top covered breasts, trying to squeeze the fat underneath, only to be blocked by your push up bra. Shoving with your entire weight, you’re still unable to force him off of you. Without thinking, you bite down on his tongue, drawing out another bark of pain from the ginger. 

That gives you enough time to breathe and regain your composure. Trying to wiggle out from underneath the muscular male, you’re quickly lifted and flipped onto your front, face pressed against the dirty ground. 

“My mother always told me that females are hard to get, but I never knew it would be this painful,” He spits a mouthful of blood out onto the ground near your head, making you cringe away from that spot, scraping your chest against a particularly sharp twig. A small yelp escapes your throat at the pain, trying in vain to use your arms as a barrier against the sticks and stones below you, “Awe, did my pretty girl hurt herself? That’s okay, I’ll still think that you’re pretty.” 

“Get off of me! What are you trying to do? If you’re going to eat me, get over with it already!” Finally being able to push yourself up onto your forearms, you try to buck him off of you, only to hear a high pitched whine echo out from behind you. Freezing in surprise, you peek at him from, only to be met with a ruby red face. 

“Did you know that foxes go through a mating season?” 

“What the hell does that have to do with any-?” You’re suddenly shoved back onto the floor, tits practically spilling out of your top. 

“I’m going to breed your empty womb, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You’re going to bear me many cute pups, and you’re going to stay here with me until the end of your days.” 

“Go find some female kitsune! I don’t want to have your babies!” Your stomach scrapes painfully against stones below you, dripping more blood onto the dirt. 

“But that’s the thing- you don’t get a choice, Pretty Pretty. You clearly can’t care for yourself! You got lost in the woods, for Gods’ sake! Now, obey your mate, and let me in,” He looks down at your cute mini-skirt, and flips it over your ass, exposing your emerald green thong. His cool fingers ghost over your unblemished ass cheeks, a hitched breath echoing through the Kitsune’s chest, “Oh, pretty girl, did you wear this for me? How did you know my favourite colour?” 

“Get off of me! I didn’t do any-“ He suddenly rips your panties from your cute cunt, before shoving them into your open mouth. You try to spit it out, but are unable to. Tears gather in your eyes, as you start to cry. This strange man is about to do the worst thing a person can do, and he doesn’t seem to care about your feelings. 

“Don’t cry, I’ll take care of you and our pups,” He spreads your legs open, giving him easier access to your soft pussy, “Ah, there’s your pretty cunt. Everything about you is so pretty, aren’t you lucky? If it weren’t for that and your perfect fertile womb, I would’ve eaten you.” 

He kneels on your shins, shoving down your front, arching your ass up into the air. 

“You smell amazing. It’s like your body is just calling for my thick seed. Don’t worry, Pretty Girl,

I’ll give it to you.” 

You hear his kimono shift, most likely pulling out his cock. This makes you choke on your sobs, as you try to pretend that this moment isn’t happening. That some monster of the forest isn’t about to breed you full of his-

A scream escapes your throat the moment you feel his wet cock head against your unprepared pussy. You thought he’d at least prepare your cunt, but it seems that he’s trying to go in dry. He grunts when he feels you starting to thrash, using the hand that once held his cock to smack your ass harshly. 

“Stop it. You can’t change my mind! Jotaro will be so jealous when he finds out I got the most beautiful, fertile, and resourceful mate. Now, hold still,” You don’t understand what he’s talking about, but you can’t help but feel shame. You know his friend’s name, but not his own! The least your rapist could do is tell you his name! As if sending this, he rubs one of your ass cheeks reassuringly, “I suppose you’d like to know your mate’s name, huh? I’m Noriaki Kakyoin. There’s no need for you to say your name, I heard you introduce yourself to those… disgusting humans earlier. But don’t worry, you won’t have to deal with them ever again.” 

He releases your ass in favour of gripping his cock once more, pushing its tip into you with some trouble. You scream through your makeshift gag, the pain of him pushing in feeling like he’s tearing your pussy apart. 

“Awe, are you a virgin? My mom always said a female’s first time is painful,” You want to shove a stick up his ass unlubed! Let’s see how he likes getting something forced inside of him without preparation! “But don’t worry, you should feel good once I’m fully inside.” 

With that, he forces himself in until he’s fully seated inside of you. Another scream escapes your throat, as you feel a small rivulet of blood dribble from your now torn cunt. By this point, you’re hyperventilating in pain, anxiety, and fear. This man is so thick, that you’re pretty sure your pussy will never go back to its original size ever again. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight. I knew you were the right one for me,” When he starts to move, that’s when one of your hands claws at one of his that’s resting on your hip. You feel his skin break under your nails, as you try in vain to make him stop. It feels like he’s splitting you in two! “Does my pretty girl feel good?” You shake your head rapidly, drowning in your pained sobs, “Don’t lie, I feel you getting wet.” 

Can’t he smell that that’s blood? 

You hiccup and wheeze, tears and snot dripping down your pretty face into the dirt. When he starts to buck his hips, you feel like you’re going to throw up. His cock is so heavy inside you, that you feel like he’s rearranging your guts. 

“I feel the opening of your womb on my tip, it’s almost like you’re trying to suck my cock into it!” Kakyoin starts to move his hips faster, making your body go limp. It’s almost like your body is going into shock at the severe pain you’re in, “You sure want my pups, even if you claim you don’t. I’m so close to filling you with my seed, so you won’t have to wait any longer to be filled!” 

He bucks into you at top speed, his own hips crashing into yours harshly. His heavy sack smacks against your ignored clit, sending small jolts of pleasure through your body. But, it’s not enough to make this easier for you. Your pussy is barely producing any slick, making this a lot harder for you to handle. The next time this happens, you know there’s going to be a next time, you should probably explain to him how to prepare you for his horse cock. 

“Shit, shit, I’m gonna fill you up, Pretty Girl. I’m going to make you heavy with five pups, hell, maybe even fifteen! Then once you have them, I’ll fill you up with even more! Doesn’t that sound nice? Your womb will never be lonely again!” 

He thrusts into you with three more powerful thrusts, before slamming his entire length inside of you at once. The head of his cock is right up against your womb, so when his entire length starts to swell, you can practically feel it prying at your cervix. More fat tears rain down your face in this rivulets, your fingers digging into the dirt, cutting up your nimble hands. Kakyoin grunts and growls in a deep voice, savouring the way your walls throw around him in pain. 

Whilst his cock is fully swollen, he releases all the cum he has into you. The large amount of seed isn’t all able to force its way into your cervix, causing it to pool in the canal of your cunt, bloating your stomach out slightly. 

“I can practically smell my seed taking. Your perfect body is accepting me very well, Pretty Pretty. I told you that we’re mates, and this just proves it,” he strokes your head softly, trying to console you as you continue to cry. At this point, he starts to become concerned, why haven’t you stopped crying? “What’s wrong? Didn’t you cum?” 

When you don’t shake or nod your head, he releases one of your hips, in favour of yanking your panties out of your mouth, allowing you to breathe with ease and finally speak. 

“You’re such a Monster,” You sob, face pressed against the cool packed dirt below you, “I-I can’t believe you-if you were going to rape me why didn’t you prepare me?” He makes a small whimpering noise, not quite understanding your gripe. 

“What do you mean?” You start to cry even harder, almost making yourself sick. 

“My pussy is torn open! I’m bleeding! The only one who felt nice is you!” You start to gag, unable to catch your breath properly without somewhat choking on your spit and snot, “Now I’m pregnant with your rape babies, and-and it hurts so bad! Get out of me!” 

You try to yank yourself off of his inflated cock, but he quickly stops you, trying not to hurt you even more. Looking down, he sees a large pool of blood below the place the both of you are connected. He gasps in shock. Sure, he knew that some girls bleed their first time, but this doesn’t look right! 

“What-why are you bleeding so much?” 

“Because you tore me open! I hate you! I hate you! I wish you just killed me!” 

Whilst he’s still stuck inside you, you continue to cry, which makes him feel even worse. He can’t believe that he hurt you so severely. This was never his intention, after all, both parties are supposed to feel good, are they not? 

But now, he’ll never be able to make you love him. 

How could you love someone as monstrous as him? 

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Laito Ecstasy [02]

ー The scene starts in the guest room

Yui: ( The finger prints on my neck... )

( They’ve gotten a lot lighter but...You can still faintly make them out... )

( ...Laito-kun. )

ー Laito walks up to her

Laito: Bitch-chan~

What are you up to...Staring intensely in the mirror like that~?

Yui: ...Laito-kun.

Laito: ...Aah, they’re still visible. My finger prints...

Yui: ...

Laito: Nfu~ You look worried?

I will repeat this as many times as necessary, but it was simply part of one of my kinks.

I just got a little too excited, you see? So...Sorry~?

Yui: ( ...That’s what he says...Still... )

Laito: Nfu~ You don’t look convinced at all. Well, I guess I can’t blame you...

Say, in that case...How does this sound?

...Why don’t you try doing the same thing to me right now?

Yui: Eh...?

Laito: Come on...Didn’t I tell you before as well? Little scoundrels need to be punished, remember?

Especially a bad boy such as myself...Who has done nothing but cause you trouble, agreed?

So...You should wrap both your hands...around my throat like this...

*Rustle*

Yui: ( ...He guided my hands... )

Laito: Come on, try putting in some pressure...Strangling me...

Just like that...Squeeze down nice and hard. So it’ll leave clear marks, okay? Fufu.

Yui: Wha...Why would I...!?

Laito: Eh~? Why? ...That’s easy.

Didn’t I tell you? This is all part of a kink...

After seeing those marks on your neck, I kind of want to know what it feels like to be in that position.

Nfu~ In other words, I don’t really care about the outcome as long as I enjoy the ride. Wouldn’t you agree?

Yui: I...don’t want to do such a thing.

Laito: Hmー I guess you’re not on board, huh...? But you know...

I want to use this opportunity to experience it.

While you may have been asleep...I’m curious to know what it feels like to be strangled...

Come on, you don’t need to hold back. Squeeze down with all your might.

Even if you squeeze a little too hard...I’m a Vampire in the end.

No matter how hard you strangle me, you wouldn’t be able to kill me this way.

Please? Bitch-chan...Hurry up and put your strength in those hands...

Yui: ( ...Laito-kun...Is he being serious...? )

Selection

→ I can’t... (S)

Yui: ( But...I can’t do that... )

*Rustle*

Yui: Ah...!

Laito: Come on, Bitch-chan...Hurry up, do it...

→ Okay... (M)

Yui: ( But...If that’s what he wants from me... )

*Rustle*

...Is this...okay...?

Laito: Fufu...Aah...Nice going, Bitch-chan...

Laito: Nnー...But well, with your level of strength.

Even if you try your absolute hardest, I shouldn’t expect too much. Say, more...

Yui: Ugh...

( A Vampire like Laito-kun wouldn’t die from being strangled... )

( I know that, but still... )

Laito: ...Bitch-chan? What’s wrong?

Yui: Laito-kun...I just...

Laito: ...’I just’, what?

Fufu. ‘I just can’t keep up with you anymore’, is that what you want to say?

Yui: I-I didn’t say that!

Laito: Hmー True...You haven’t said those words out loud...

But you know, I could still hear it loud and clear. ...I guess you could say it was your heart speaking?

Yui: Eh...?

Laito: ...I’m pretty sure I’ve told you plenty of times before that I know everything about you.

Haah...Things were just getting interesting too...What a shame.

Say, Bitch-chan? How should we play together next?

...Although, if I want to adapt to your liking, I guess that only leaves one option.

ー He pins her down

*Thud*

Yui: Kyah!

Laito: Aah, we already do this all the time so it’s a little dull. But oh well, guess I have no other choice...

Your biggest kink is having me suck your blood like this after all. ...Isn’t it? Nn...

ー Laito bites her

Yui: Ah...!

Laito: Nn...Nn...Haah...

Yui: ...Laito...ku...n...

Laito: ...Nn...Haah...But still...You really are the best...Nn...

...I can drown in the taste of your blood...ridding my brain of any other unnecessary thoughts or worries...

Hah...Nn...Nn...

Yui: ...I-It hurts...! Stop, Laito-kun...!

Laito: ...Eeh? Stop...? Pft...Ahaha...But why...? We’re just getting to the best part...

It’s so obvious you enjoy having me do these things to you as well...Don’t you?

Isn’t that right, Bitch-chan?

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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[yandere-daydreams]

Not a request, bUT WHAT IF reader is shoto’s darling and bakugo is izuku’s. The two let their darlings hang out (good friends amirite) OBLIVIOUS that their darlings are discreetly sharing possible escape strategies. Now that I wrote this, I realize the scenario can work with any characters (as long as the two yanderes are friends), but eh this came to king first

I’ve waited so long to write this,,, it’s always been a concept I’m weak for, so now, it’s the request I’m going to open my ask-box on. We love Yandere buddies, here.

You still weren’t used to seeing Katsuki look so weak, if you were being honest with yourself. 

He wasn’t bruised, not scared or any less determined than he was the day Izuku dragged him home, kicking and screaming and fighting more bravely than you’d ever had the courage to, but truthfully, he was just as helpless as you, hands encased in heat-proof steel and the collar around his neck ready to ‘calm down’ its wearer at any given moment. His captor had been careful enough to tie him down, chaining Katsuki to a wooden chair, barely letting his soulmate move, despite the supposed trust between them. In comparison, Shoto had only felt it necessary handcuff you, just keeping your shaking form pinned to his chest while his companion paced across the small bedroom.

“It’s crazy, right?” He asked, the hero shaking his head as he walked. Izuku was the more distraught of the two, hastily switching from tugging at his sleeves to pulling at his hair, growing more and more paranoid as he continued. “I just feel like they’ve been up to something, ever since the security cameras broke. Kacchan’s been more frustrated than usual, lately, and he hardly talks about anything besides (Y/n), anymore.”

“Because you lock me in a basement every day,” Katsuki growled, starting to struggle against his restraints. You cringed, closing your eyes as the harsh sounds of metal-on-metal on filled the room, Shoto rubbing your side reassuringly. Or, he was trying to be reassuring. Luckily, he seemed to ignore how you began to shake when he kissed your neck. “What am I supposed to talk about? How I stared at a wall for three fucking hours yesterday? Or all the shitty food you make me eat? What about your damn All Might kink?”

“Yes!” Izuku’s voice was exasperated, tired and frustrated and borderline cracking. He didn’t turn towards his partner, just balling his hands at his sides and going so stiff, you had to wonder if he was going to yell or start crying. “Talk about anything, complain about me! Just make it seem like you acknowledge everything I do for you!”

Again, Katsuki stammered, gritting his teeth. “You took away my life-”

“(Y/n) shouldn’t have to hear this,” Shoto cut in, not raising his voice but speaking over both hostile parties. His grip around your tightened, but Shoto didn’t move to take action, just leaning back against the bed’s headboard, passively surveying the argument unfolding in front of him. Izuku sent him a pleading look, but Shoto didn’t seem to give it a second thought. “We’re doing perfectly fine, it’s not our fault your mutt doesn’t know how to behave.” At this, you let yourself relax slightly, but regretted it the moment Shoto glanced down at you. “But, my angel has been awfully stressed, lately.”

“See! They’re being suspicious!” Shoto shifted to better face Izuku, letting you sit at his side, even if he kept an arm protectively wrapped around your waist, letting you have some space you were very thankful for. You’d never been one to let pressure get to you, but… hell, your back still hurt from the last punishment you’d gotten, and that’d just been for mentioning how nice Izuku was.

You shut your eyes when they turned towards you, cursing yourself for being such a coward. Here Katsuki was, still fierce after months of treatment you wouldn’t blame him for liking, and you could hardly stand the feeling of multiple people just looking at you. Shoto’s voice was soothing, when he addressed you, as calm and as measured as ever. He wasn’t angry, not yet.

But, he would be. He absolutely would be.

“Love, darling, you can admit whatever the two of you’ve been doing. I’m not going to get mad, not if you tell me.” His tone was genuine, heartfelt, like he thought he meant what he was saying. That was Shoto, always so forgiving, at least until he’d gotten a confession out of you. As soon as you were the one at fault, his oh-so constant pantience never lasted very long. “C’mon, beautiful, you don’t have to lie for him.”

You forced yourself to speak, if only to stutter out an excuse. “I… I don’t know what you want me to-”

“We’re fucking.”

You snapped towards Katsuki, heart skipping a beat and pulse suddenly pounding in your ears. He was looking at you, eyes narrowed, just screaming ‘go along with it’. You understood what he was trying to do, that ‘cheating’ would be a minor crime compared to what was really going on, but it was still so… blunt, you could hardly believe he had the nerve to spit it out. Eventually, Katsuki continued, his dead-pan expression remaining ever-constant. “Yes, we screw every time you leave us alone together, and no, we’re not in love or any of that shit. I needed to get off with someone that wasn’t a fucking psychopath.”

You suppressed a reaction, falling into the moment despite the anxiety eating away at you. This had always been one of the excuses you two had planned, but you really should’ve laid out what he would say. Shoto nudged your side, looking at you with a questioning glare, and you an apologetic sigh. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. He’s just… a lot better than you.”

Instantly, you were pinned down, face and chest pressed against the mattress while Shoto slotted himself against your back, nails tearing into your sides while sharp teeth dug into your neck, drawing blood while you swallowed down a whimper. He was muttering threats, promises, horrible, terrible things he would do the second you two got home, but just as quickly as he’d lunged, Izuku was prying Shoto off of you, holding his friend back while he blinked away his own betrayed tears. Unceremoniously, Shoto was thrown back onto the bed, Izuku only hissing to ‘fucking stop’ before crossing his arms, turning back to Katsuki.

A tense silence hung over the room, not a stunned loss for words or a comfortable quiet haze, just angry, broiling, burning silence. Both you and Katsuki met eyes, him repressing a shit-eating smirk while you pretend to fret over the blood now staining Izuku’s sheets, ignoring the two eyes carving into your back. For some insane, hysterical reason, all you could think of was laughing, breaking down and smiling until it was apparent that you were beyond reason. Out of relief or distress, you weren’t sure, but Katsuki seemed to feel the same way, biting his tongue when Izuku began to speak.

“Get your slut out of my house, Todoroki,” Izuku mumbled, Shoto going stiff but nodding nonetheless, grabbing your collar and dragging you towards the door. Part of you was glad he was so torn-up, so infuriated, so distracted… he didn’t notice the smile you sent over Izuku’s shoulder, nor did he see the way Katsuki’s eyes shined in response. Hopefully, he never would, either.

God knows how frantic they would be if they discovered what the two of you had actually been doing, all the small weapons and scribbled down notes, if one of them had found the blueprints and cracked windows and lock picks.

You knew you would be punished for ‘cheating’, but that wouldn’t hurt nearly as much as whatever Shoto had planned for escape attempts. 

And if everything worked out, you never would, either.

[jsficrecs]

List of Geraskier Explicit Fics - The Witcher

Most of the fanfics in the archive is just smut fics, and honestly most of the fanfics that I like are not smut fics. However, I have read a fair few of some really good ones while fine combing the archive. Some of these fanfics are popular and well known, but hopefully I recommend a fanfic that you never even realized was a thing. 

**18+ Content Below**

to render it transparent by theundiagnosable (23,901) Brief Summary: Geralt wakes up warm, peaceful, and utterly content, which is how he knows that something is severely wrong. Notes: Not gonna lie, but this fanfic is not a PWP. It’s a one shot, but it definitely has a lot of plot. It’s a time travel fanfic, and it’s so fucking soft. There’s not a lot of porn, even at the end, but it’s enjoyable nonetheless. The premise alone–– Geralt gets sent to the future and finds out Jaskier and him are together in some random island out of the continent–– is definitely worth checking out. [Geralt’s POV, Time Travel]

do to me by Eremji (handsfullofdust) (3,055) Brief Summary: A dead end hunt leaves Geralt overwhelmed and riding on the wrong side of the potions that help him do his duties. When he makes it back to camp, Jaskier finally proves too much to resist. Fortunately, Jaskier proves eager to assist. Notes: Now this has more porn. If I remember correctly, I really enjoyed reading this fanfic because it highkey has Geralt sniffing Jaskier constantly because he smells great, and boy I really enjoy fanfics like that for some strange reason. [Geralt’s POV, Scent Kink]

Woodash iron and leather by LokelaniRose (9874) Brief Summary: Jaskier is the only person Geralt's ever been around who doesn't smell of fear Notes: Okay, yeah. This is the most kudo-ed fanfic in the archive, but can you blame for recommending this fanfic? This is good. This is really fucking good, and I don’t blame myself or the people who left kudos for making this the top fic. I adore scent kink so much, and this fic is chock full of it. Thank you. Please read this if you haven’t yet. Personally, one of the best scent kink fanfics I’ve ever read. [Geralt’s POV, Scent Kink]

And how we come to be here by pes (9066) Brief Summary: Things that changed since Geralt met Jaskier. Or Jaskier found Geralt. Or- you know. Notes: This is such a sweet fanfic. I love bed sharing Geraskier with hugs, but the fact that Geralt is the little spoon really got me. I love that for him. Let him be the little spoon he deserves to be, thank you. Anyway, there’s a lot of words before you get to the juicy smut bits, but it’s worth it. It’s all cute build up with Geralt being a sweet boy [Geralt’s POV, Pining]

faith in transience by unconscious (12532) Brief Summary: A handful of contracts go sideways. Recovering is easier with Jaskier there. Notes: Think do to me, but longer and Jaskier is a top. Also add copious amounts of Jaskier taking care of Geralt after his fights and being a sweet boy as he cleans his hair and stuff. It’s all very soft things. There’s not a lot of PWP and has a fair amount of build up for the smut. It’s definitely worth checking out because they’re just too sweet. There’s a lot of trust between the two of them, and any fanfic that showcases that has a win in my book. [Geralt’s POV, Jaskier taking care of Geralt]

With a Conquering Air by inexplicifics (27880) Brief Summary: Jaskier arrives at Kaer Morhen knowing his family gave him up without a second thought, and absolutely sure that the dreaded Warlord of the North will value him even less than his own blood did. But the White Wolf and his pack are not what Jaskier expected...and if he's unreasonably lucky, Kaer Morhen might become far more of a home than Lettenhove ever was. Notes: When I was recommending this fanfic to a friend, I told her that this is probably the closest thing to a proper Royalty AU fic that I could think of because it has all the necessary elements, and when I searched Royalty AU in the archive, I found nothing. I was disappointed, so I licked my wounds with this fic. Good god this fic is a great fic. It has smart and competent Jaskier, the Witchers being a squad, Ciri being a darling, Yennefer being a bad bitch, Geralt being his normal grumpy, social skill-less self. It’s very nice. [Jaskier’s POV, Warlord Geralt AU]

New Monster Stories by kathkin (20213) Brief Summary: It turns out almost getting eaten by a werewolf can make your whole life go careening off in a new, terrifying, wondrous, artistically flourishing direction. Who knew? Notes: This is one of my favorite Modern AU fanfics to date. It’s a very different take on Modern Jaskier and Modern Geralt because Geralt is basically the same. He’s still a Witcher, but he’s just vibing in the 21st century where he meets and saves 21st century Jaskier. Very different lore, very cute dynamic. Geralt is very out of his time in this 21st century HAHAHAHHA (Jaskier’s POV, Modern AU)

Quietus Riotous by XxmerthurcatxX (16755) Brief Summary: After an unfortunate run in with a mage, Jaskier finds himself without his voice, while Geralt discovers he's bound to answer every question he's asked with the truth. What else could go wrong? Notes: This fanfic is really good. We get to turn the usual dynamic of Jaskier being chatty and Geralt being the silent one on its head, and that’s what makes it so good. Honestly when Jaskier lost his voice, I got so sad, but honestly Geralt is so sweet in this. One of the sweetest Geralts I’ve seen in fanfiction thus far. Quite nice. Also the smut at the end is very nice. (Geralt’s POV, Curses and Magical Hijinks)

you’re only brave in the moonlight (stay til sunrise) by SummerFrost (29257) Brief Summary: Falling in love with his roommate is, objectively, a bad idea—but most of the major decisions of Jaskier's life have been bad ideas, and they've gotten him this far. Notes: Geralt in this fanfic is so emotionally constipated like that’s such a mood, and Jaskier is just trying his best to not ruin everything between the two of them. It’s all very cute, very standard Geraskier dynamic, and Geralt is best horse girl. It’s worth checking out. (Jaskier’s POV, Modern AU)

Patterns of Behaviour by sospes (5785) Brief Summary: Over the years, Yennefer notices that Geralt and Jaskier’s life can be really bloody weird at times. Alternative summary: five Geraskier fandom tropes that our boys find completely normal, and one that isn’t at all. Notes: This fanfic is hilarious. I love it to bits. The summary says everything that needs to be said. Please read it. It’s worth it. (Yennefer’s POV, 5+1 Things)

There might be a part two for this because I just barely scratched the surface of the sheer amount of explicit fanfiction there are HAHAHA. 

[arihi]

NaNoWriMo #15: Othering

I am, if I had to be honest, feeling a bit uncharitable today - which means that I probably shouldn’t be writing this post, but I have a boatload of errands today and I’m taking this break to write this, so it’ll be shorter anyway. Let’s talk about how people, most often in online communities, step over the line that is celebrating one anothers’ differences and land in ‘invalidate others’ experiences because we don’t know how to distinguish pride in our own identities from a sense of superiority over others because we have the emotional maturity of a 12 year old’ territory. And how, at heart, everybody has the potential to be a bully.

We are all individuals and therefore focus more on our lives and what impacts us more than we sometimes do on the people around us, never mind people that we don’t see or know about. This is okay! This is good. You need to focus on yourself. If you avoid your issues by compulsively fixing other peoples’ problems or begin to define your self-worth by how you can serve others, that’s not great! I know somebody who has a lot of problems but avoids it by love-bombing and bending over backwards for acquaintances that they were not nearly as close to as they thought they were, and it was very off-putting to the people around them. Then they would loudly, passively aggressively talk about how all they did was try to help them and how ungrateful others could be and didn’t they know that they had problems too?? And that they were pushing those problems aside to be a GOOD FRIEND? Note: Nobody asked them to make those ‘sacrifices’. Being a good friend is more than trying to lavish others with praise and gifts. They viewed themselves as a martyr and never stopped to think about self-growth because the thought that they were in the wrong was inconceivable. It was extremely unflattering.

But, I digress, and that’s not even what I’m annoyed with today! And I am trying to choose my words carefully, because it can be a sensitive subject, and I’m not very good at thinking thoughts through so I don’t want to give off the wrong impression. Queer spaces, kinky spaces, neurodivergent spaces that are not the neurotypical cisheteronormative culture and society that we know and criticize? Have a problem. The problem is sometimes we come to these spaces online and we are invigorated. Queer folk, kinky folk, neurodivergent folk - we’ve all got something about us that isn’t the “standard” (and I know that’s not a great word, but something has gotta be short for the ‘neurotypical cisheteronormative culture and society that we live in’). it is unfortunately more common for people ‘outside’ the norm to not have experienced great things in life due to their differences. So when we are around communities built around these differences, and we see, maybe for the first time, a variety of others who are similar? Who have gone through these problems? When we see queer folk who have been cast aside by their blood families and made their own found families? When we see kinky nerds who are into the same weird things we are? When we see others who suffer from invisible illnesses and talk about struggles that we’ve also experienced?

God, we are EXCITED.

And this is why I’ll always say that for all the negativity social media brings, it’s still always going to be a net positive for me. It provides these opportunities to bring others together, to empathize with people you wouldn’t have otherwise known about, and on and on, you know the drill. These communities bring life to people. These communities have kept people alive. They’re great. We celebrate our different identities and begin to feel this warmth that maybe we didn’t have previously.

But then that sometimes swings too far to the other side and people who should rightly accept and take pride in themselves start to, how to put it...be giant raging dicks! They take their experiences, their hardships, and yeah - they’ve gone through a lot. But it becomes a sort of ‘I’ve been through a LOT and therefore things that I experience are more RAW, more PURE than you who has experienced NOTHING!’. Does that make sense? Let’s rephrase it. It comes out as “polygamy is inherently more loving and better that monogamy”. It comes out as “my 24/7 D/s relationship is deeper and we are more connected to one another than your vanilla relationship”. It comes out as queer spaces for some reason EATING themselves alive and fighting over ace/aro identities. Sometimes it comes out as people using neurodivergency as an excuse for their actions and blaming others for not understanding them, ignoring the fact that the people who have condemned their actions are ALSO neurodivergent. Your identity truly honestly does not get to justify every single one of your shitty actions, y’all. I’d say ‘be an adult’ here, but people, once again, have the emotional maturity of 12 year olds so apparently you can’t!!

I have this thought in my head that I still don’t think I can quite put into words. But it’s this feeling that you have pride in yourself and it’s okay to be proud of yourself - but that maybe for a long time, you did not have this pride. And maybe previously when you were kicked and pushed down by society, you developed a sense that what happened to you was wrong. And it was wrong. But now that you are proud of yourself, for the first time maybe ever, and you feel good about yourself - you start to conflate feeling good with being right. And you start to weirdly hold yourself as this rubric to which others should adhere to, and if they don’t well...it’s okay, but they’re not really experiencing life as well as you do. At least, that’s what I’m assuming people who do that shit are going through. You see it a lot - I’ll use the example here of nerd gamer boys. They may have been bullied as children, and that wasn’t great. But they start to take pride in their identity and now THEY’RE the ones on top, and now a lot of them whine about girls on streams or queer representation in games because it’s too political, or whatever the new controversy of the week is. What it really boils down to is that once there’s the opportunity to be in the in-group when so long you were not, so many people TAKE it and PLAY INTO it by becoming the bullies. By making more and more in-groups and excluding others because it feels weirdly nice to belong to a small group that judges all the others. Because that power and sense of belonging can be intoxicating.

This has already gotten a lot longer than I meant to. I guess it has really been weighing on my mind. And honestly I could write so much more about this. But this is a NaNoWriMo and I’m not in the habit of making this terribly long about a tiresome topic to talk about. So I’ll try to wrap up.

Just, you know. It’s weird. It’s weird that queer twitter can be SUCH a shithole and that lesbians have to mute the word ‘lesbians’ because there is so much dumb discourse on it, and it’s weird that queer communities get so wrapped up in their online spaces and their warped version of purity culture that they eat themselves alive, somehow oblivious to the fact that ‘standard’ society in real life only BENEFITS from these seeds of discord. It’s weird that kinky spaces talk about consent and how your kink is not my kink and that’s okay, and then turn around and judge other kinks because they have different risk profiles, or because those kinks are ‘too light’. It’s weird that neurodivergent spaces sometimes gatekeep one another with outdated definitions and diagnoses (that are ALSO outdated and are often only accurate to a white male patient!!!!!) and sometimes use their neurodivergency as hotkey excuses for their behaviors and never try to grow as individuals.

I’m someone who often says that I love individuals, but people are EXHAUSTING. And sometimes I feel that most days than others. But that’s also maybe my own version of othering those that I do not know personally and assigning them to the easy definition that is ‘a group that I do not want to get to know any more beyond pleasantries’ because it’s easier to group people into easy categories. And that might be on me.

But, god. People are SO, SO fucking exhausting.

[crashdevlin]

Well-trained

Author’s Note: Written to fulfill my Free Space for @spnkinkbingo, I chose Pain Kink and threw in some nice Dom/sub dynamics and the rare pair of Debriel x Reader. It’s also a take on this thing I shared two weeks ago about getting my newest tattoo. I blame the Debriel on @thewhiterabbit42. They welcomed me to this trashcan with open arms...

Pairing(s): Dean x Gabriel x Reader

Summary: Y/n’s boyfriends take her to get her anti-possession tattoo.

Word Count: 2526

Story Warnings: Dom!Gabriel, Switch!Dean, Sub!Reader, pain kink, established poly relationship, possessiveness, handsy tattoo artist... no sex, just kink 

The parlor was well-lit and smelled of cleaning solvent. You'd insisted upon it. You didn't want the neons and black-lights of the parlor down the street. You didn't want the place to smell like incense. You were getting a medical procedure done, that's how you saw it. A tattoo was art, but it was also more disruptive to your epidermis than most laparoscopic surgeries these days and you wanted it done somewhere clean, somewhere that smelled like a hospital.

You filled out your paperwork and sat in the waiting area while the tattoo artist set up his area. Gabriel took the opportunity to flip through the sample books, a popsicle in his hand despite the cold weather outside. “I'm thinking a badass dragon across my shoulders. What do ya think, babe?”

“I think you could do it yourself with a snap,” Dean responded, not looking up from his phone where he was losing Words With Friends to both Mary and Sam.

“Not the babe I was talkin’ to, but you're right. I could do hers the same way if you wa-”

“No. She's gotta get it done right, Gabe.”

Gabriel turned to him, eyebrow cocked over his perfect honey eyes. “You think I'd fuck it up? I could have that thing done perfectly and completely healed in a fraction of a second and she wouldn't have to worry about-”

Dean dragged his eyes up and green met gold. “The pain is half the point. You don't heal her when we tan her hide in the bedroom, why would you deprive her of what she likes, here?”

The archangel blinked slowly and nodded. “Got me there, Winchester.”

Dean turned his attention to you, nudging you with his elbow. “You nervous, baby girl?” You shook your head. ‘Nervous’ wasn't the right word. ‘Anxious’ was closer. “You sure? I mean, you're about to have a big Romanian dude with ⅞ gauges in his ears seeing the glory you usually reserve for me and a damn archangel.”

You smiled. “Not all my glory, Dean. Besides, Gabe’ll be able to tell if he’s thinking impure thoughts and he can give him his just desserts if he acts unprofessionally.”

“Don’t give him that permission, y/n. He’ll kill the guy. Dude’s gonna be full of impure thoughts once your shirt comes off.”

“Come on. He doesn’t need permission, Dean.” Gabriel’s eyes sparkled at that. “And the shirt’s not coming off. It’s why I wore a camisole instead of a t-shirt. Just gonna pull the left side down. He shouldn’t even get to see any nipple.”

“Shame,” Dean rumbled. “Definitely love it when other guys get hard for you, coveting what’s ours.”

“Don’t worry, Dean-o. He already wants her.” Gabe tossed the stick from his popsicle at the trash can by the door and flopped down next to you on the black leather couch. “He keeps wondering which of us is her boyfriend. Thinks he’s more attractive than me, but if she’s your girl, he doesn’t have a shot.”

You scoffed out a chuckle. “You guys should put on a show. See how he acts when he thinks you’re my gay best friends and I’m fair game.”

“You hear this girl? She’s trying to get this guy killed,” Gabriel said, an almost proud tinge to his words.

“Am not, but come on. It should come as no surprise that I like games, Gabe. Why else would I have fallen for you?”

“I’m adorable?”

Dean smiled and leaned across in front of you to wrap his fingers in Gabriel’s hair and pull him in for a kiss. It was a rare thing for you to be caught between, in public at least. The hunter usually kept his PDA with the archangel to a bare minimum. If he was going to neck with someone on a park bench or something, he wanted to know people were staring because they were enjoying the show not because they were judging him.

Each man put a hand on your thigh, digging their fingertips into your flesh as their tongues danced across each other in front of your face. You immediately flooded with heat, your cheeks warming under the stimulus.

“I’m ready for you, sweetheart,” the tattoo artist, Kevin, said, walking into the waiting area. The look on his face was a mix of disgust at the display of man-love on his couch and excitement at the thought that those guys were obviously together and not with you.

Your boyfriends separated once Gabe gave Dean’s bottom lip a nibble and all three of you stood to follow Kevin back to his work area. He sat you down on a seat that reminded you of a weight bench without the bar and lifted the stencil he’d made of the anti-possession sigil. “Where we puttin’ it, darlin’?”

You placed your hand over your heart. “Right about here.” His lips twitched at the corners but he held back his smile.

“Okay, just lean on back and look straight ahead.” You did as you were told, looking straight ahead as he pulled the straps of your bra and camisole down your left arm. Based on the cold air on your skin, you could tell he’d pulled the fabric down almost to the edge of your areola. His gloved fingers carefully placed the stencil and he had you stand and check the placement, which was perfect. You sat down again, getting comfortable. Dean sat in the chair in the corner and Gabe leaned against the wall.

“Play a ‘D’ on Sam’s ‘SOPHISTICATE’. You’ll get the triple,” you coached from your chair as Kevin retrieved his tattoo gun. Dean’s eyebrows raised and he pursed his lips as his phone buzzed.

“Thanks. He's probably just been waiting for a ‘D’.”

“No prob.”

“Keep looking at him. It stretches your skin just right,” Kevin said.

“Okay.”

You took a deep breath, scene starting as the gun touched your skin. The pain was instant, and a throbbing pulse of need took up in your core because of it. You focused on Dean. Not the pain or what it was doing to you, just Dean and breathing. Dean and breathing. Not the wetness slowly seeping onto your underwear. Just Dean and breathing.

“Wow. Is this thing even working?” Kevin commented after a few minutes. Dean's eyes jumped from his phone to your chest, where the outline of the symbol was definitely starting to be etched into your skin. “You haven't even flinched, sweetheart.” Dean smirked and looked back down at his phone. You didn't respond as Kevin started in again, his pinkie finger dipping under the edge of your shirt in a way that could have been an accident but totally wasn't.

“I could tattoo you forever, y/n. You're, like, the perfect client,” Kevin praised a few minutes later.

Dean nodded without looking at you. “Thank you,” you answered, now that you'd gotten permission.

The gun started its trek across your collarbone and the sharper pain forced your eyes closed, but no sound escaped you, still. “I mean, I have had grown-ass men, like big burly guys like me in this chair and not a single one has been as tough as you. I could tattoo you ‘til I was blue in the face.”

“I'd be worried if you went blue in the face, Kev,” Gabriel spoke up.

“I'm just saying, she’s a fuckin’ rock. She barely moves. She's got a pain tolerance to die for. I mean, I'm stabbing prime fuckin’ real estate here and you're barely even acknowledging it's happening.” He turned his attention back to you as he finished speaking.

Dean's smirk made you bite your lip. “Yeah.” He looked up and caught your eyes. “She's well-trained, aren't you, baby girl?”

“Yes, sir.” Kevin's hand twitched at the words and he seemed to catch the tone. Of course he didn't understand that he was just a tool in your scene, that he was no more relevant to the game than a flogger or cock cage. But he would come to understand.

His fingers dipped under your camisole again, this time far enough to brush your nipple. Dean caught it this time. “Hey, Gabe,” Dean said, quietly, a deep rumble in his voice.

“I saw. That's two.”

“And we're going to give an opportunity for a third?”

“Well, we don't want the job left unfinished. If I explode him now, she'll only have an outline… and not even a full one.” Kevin snatched his hand away from your body and looked up at the other two men, trying to ascertain what Gabriel meant by ‘explode him’.

You still didn't move. As Kevin determined there were no explosives for Gabriel to explode him with, you stayed looking off at Dean, whose green eyes had taken a darkness. “What's wrong, guys?” Kevin asked, trying to sell the idea that he didn't know why they were upset.

“You think we're blind?” Dean leaned forward. “You've got more than enough access to her ‘prime real estate’, Kev. You don't need to be tryin’ to get more.”

“I… I mean, if she's uncomfortable with anything I've done, she should-”

“Y/n?” Gabriel called out.

“Yes, sir?”

“How you feel about this fucking disgrace sticking his fingers where they don't belong?”

“I don't like it, sir. He's not supposed to do that.”

“What do you think Dean and I should do about it, lollipop?”

“Whatever makes you happy, sir, but I'm partial to the head-splosion.”

You couldn't see Kevin's eyes go wide with fear, but you could see Dean lick his lips and Gabriel raise his hand. “I wanna make you happy, sweet stuff, but head-splody is such a Lucifer move. And it's a bitch to clean up.”

Dean stood up, phone going into his pocket as he walked around you to stand next to Kevin. “How about Kevin keeps his hands off'a our real estate, he doesn't make our girl feel any more uncomfortable than he already has, and maybe, just maybe, we don't kill him and wreck his shop?”

There was a moment of silence as Kevin debated with himself what to do and were they serious. “If you call the cops, they will arrive to blood and body parts viciously strewn around your shop. I don't usually go for the direct explosion death, I like a little more flair, but I'm more than capable of it.”

Kevin cleared his throat and nodded. “Yeah, I'll… I'm sorry. I'm gonna finish the, uh, the thing.”

“Good call.” Dean stepped back and looked down at you. “You need to move, baby girl?”

“May I, sir? This chair is very uncomfortable.”

“Yeah, why don't you get up and stretch, huh? Kev ain't comin’ near you again ‘til he stops pissin’ his pants.”

You stood, smiling, scene effectively paused as you stretched your arms across your chest. You turned to the mirror, ignoring the terror still on Kevin's face as you examined the start of the tattoo in the mirror. “Well, you're a terrifying guy, Dean,” Gabriel teased. “You shouldn't have been so hard on the man.”

“Me? You're the one talking about exploding the guy, name-dropping your brother ‘cause who's gonna be frightened of Gabriel: the trumpeter?”

“A lot of people!” Gabe defended.

“Maybe you as Loki, but not you as-”

“Guys!” you called out, before nodding your head toward Kevin, whose eyes were huge with shock. “Don't think he's quite ready for all that.” You turned to the mirror and smiled. “You're doing a wonderful job, Kevin. With the tattoo and the scene. Don't worry about my boys. They won't hurt you.”

“Speak for yourself, y/n. He touches that tit again and I'm gonna fuck him up.”

You rolled your eyes at Dean and shook your head. “He kinda has to if we want the tattoo finished. I mean, unless you want me to get possessed by demons.”

“What are you people?” Kevin asked.

“Well, one of us isn't even a people,” Dean joked, slapping his hand across Gabriel's ass.

“The short answer, Kev? Dangerous. Those two much more than me, and you had the bright idea to touch what belongs to them. So, ya know… you should refrain from that shit in the future.”

“Or you won't have a future,” Dean finished.

When you sat back down, Kevin started to tattoo you again, your head stayed turned to the corner where Dean was sitting. He moved quickly, without the inappropriate touching and without the praising remarks. Just Dean and breathing, Dean and breathing… pain and dizziness, pain and dizziness. Your breaths went heavy to compensate the flushing heat assaulting your skin.

“There she goes,” Gabe whispered to Dean as your eyes crossed, going unfocused as endorphins rushed through your system and all there was in your world was Dean. “She’s so cute in subspace.”

“Is she gonna pass out?” Kevin asked, but you didn’t hear him. All you could see was Dean. All you could hear was Gabe.

“Nah, she ain’t gonna pass out. Just finish the tat, man,” Dean demanded.

“She did pass out that one time, didn’t you, tootsie roll?”

“I awayaoh,” came out of your mouth but Gabe just nodded in complete understanding of your drugged-out mumbling.

“She only passed out because you didn't put the whip down when I said to.”

“I’m sorry, Dean, but what part of ‘archangel’ do you think puts you in charge, huh?” Gabriel gestured to himself, then Dean.

“Well, if you had listened, she wouldn't have passed out. Too much pain puts her over.”

“I know that, now, don't I?” Gabriel took your hand, kneeling next to you. “You good to go for her aftercare, Deanie Baby, or do you want me to handle it?”

Dean stood. “Huh, here I was thinking we were both her doms and we'd take care of her together.”

“Ya silly switch, you. Of course we can do it together. I thought you might wanna lose Words with your family some more, that's all.”

“The day I pick games on my phone over you and y/n, explode me.”

“Gonna hold you to that.” Gabriel popped to his feet, looking down at you as Kevin finished your tattoo, sliding petroleum jelly over the new symbol. “Great job, Kev. I'll take it from here,” he said, snapping his fingers.

“Gabe…” Dean's voice was full of warning.

“I didn't kill him. Just thought he should know what it feels like to be pawed at against his will.”

“Where is he?”

“Currently performing a striptease for a dozen ladies in their eighties.”

Dean chuckled as he reached down and picked you up. You nuzzled into his neck, still riding out your high. “Come on, let's get her home. She's gonna need to get her sugars back up after she's done in subspace.”

“And after that, we can see if I can get you there,” Gabriel said, quirking an eyebrow.

“Told you, man, I can't get there. Just can't let go enough.” Dean leaned down and pressed his lips to the archangel’s. “But I'm happy to let you try.” He winked as Gabriel reached out to take his hand. “Sir.”

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‘My Inner Life’ - Fanfic Commentary Part 1

Sometime in the late 90′s, early 00′s, the internet was graced with a Legend of Zelda fanfic that would become the stuff of infamous legend. A fanfic largely serving the purpose of the author’s wish fulfillment indulgence, its reputation of having contained things like “tiger sex” and a possible watersports kink continue to precede it even to this day, some 20-odd years later. 

As with a lot of online fan media and history, this story has long captured my attention and imagination. It’s difficult to say why exactly, as I don’t believe there is anything in this story that makes it especially unique in today’s landscape of fics, nor is there anything I find especially outrageous (at least by modern day standards). I suspect it’s due to the fact that said fic actually has a lot of potential and, therefore, becomes a draw for inspiration in its own way. 

Recently I chose to revisit this fic, somewhat in the spirit of ‘MSTing’ (a sort of commentary style that endeavors to be mocking in the spirit of humor). However, I wanted to approach this commentary with a more balanced view, no derisiveness, and overall, as if I was leaving editor’s notes for how the story might be improved. I believe we’ve moved past the era of making fun of fan works and insulting their creators, and for good reason, but I don’t think that means we can’t continue to study and comment on them. 

Before I continue on with the commentary I wanted to make it clear that this story has a special place in my heart, that I have endeavored to show both respect and consideration for the work itself and the author behind it in the notes I’ve made along the way. I realize there are elements of the ridiculous about this fic, but my goal is to show respect in my constructive criticism and I would appreciate that anyone who comments along does the same.  

I want to also add that I haven’t focused too much on spelling, grammar, or general construction errors this time around. This commentary focuses more on the plot, characterization, dialogue, things of that nature. 

So, without further ado...My Inner Life Part 1, prologue and author’s notes. My commentary is in italics and parentheses.  

Author’s notes: Hello. Thanks for choosing to read my story. As you might know I have become a major Zelda fan in the last year. Ever since I played OoT I have grown a fond interest in Link. I started to notice that after I got really into it, I found that I have a strange gift. A gift to Lucid Dream. I started having dreams about Hyrule, and about Link. In a Lucid Dream you can control your dreams. The dreams became very real, kinda like a second life, and almost every night I would have another. Starting from where the last left off. Even to this day I still have them. I find that they help me get through life. I know this may sound queer, but for me the dreams sure help me out. I have shared this story with many other people and so far all has liked it. Now as you read this it is told from my perspective or first person view.

(Some people choose to criticize LinksQueen for not understanding what lucid dreaming is, but given my own research, I think she’s actually right; lucid dreaming is, simply, an awareness while dreaming that one is, in fact, dreaming, and may be able to gain some control over the events that take place. It’s entirely possible she could return to her subconscious every night and make up this story as she went along. However, my theory has always been that some measure of self awareness dictated she needed to have a scapegoat of sorts to explain away the weirdness of what happens in this story. With the blame of a ‘dream’ -albeit one she can control- being to blame for what goes on here, responsibility falls from her shoulders. No, it doesn’t particularly make sense, but I feel that’s probably where she was coming from)

You will find that it is very detailed since I remember it all very clearly to this day. The story takes place after OoT. Nothing after that ever happens. No Majora's Mask. No LttP, or even Oracle of Ages and Seasons. And there is no love relation between Link and Zelda, Link and Ruto, Link and Malon or Link and Saria. Because of my feelings about Link, the person that he gets involved with in this story is myself or actually is my persona. A persona is for those of you who need to know, a representation of ones personality, or in dictionary terms is, (Persona) n. In biology, same as person. So for all you future readers, this story is based on Jenna, a char that is a representation of my personality.

(Again, she’s gotten a lot of flack over the years for this note of choosing to ignore Link’s possible chemistry with the flanking female characters, but I don’t think this is worth criticizing her for. It’s her fanfic, she has the right to disregard, rewrite what she pleases. Why else does fanfic exist if not for that purpose? I also don’t think it’s worth coming after her for writing herself a self-insert, wish fulfillment fantasy character to live vicariously through. Fanfic exists for a reason. It’s more...how this placeholder is written that deserves some amount of further inspection, but we’ll get to that in a moment) 

But if you think this might be too queer then you shouldn't read this. THIS IS NOT THE TYPE OF STORY FOR THOSE OF YOU THAT DISLIKE, OR CANNOT HANDLE SUCH MATERAL AS THE CONTEXT OF THIS STORY. But if you seriously believe you can handle the content of this story, then read on. If your squeamish about sex, then you should not read this, since this story is a REAL LEMON and there is a lot of that, heavily detailed. (Between Link and I that is) Especially during the bonding ceremony. There is also some blood content and strong adult language. So if that’s too much then you should turn back now.

(Responsible and thoughtful of her to put warnings, though I do believe she should’ve also warned for the slight watersports kink that happens in said Bonding Ceremony. It might have saved her some trouble along the road, anyway, as it wouldn’t have come as an interesting surprise to the reader in later chapters. Maybe she didn’t want to spoil it? But anyway, I’m putting one now; urine drinking happens- and no, I’m not being intentionally judgmental about it, I know there are real, consenting adults out there who enjoy that sort of play and as long as one is being safe I don’t think it deserves any ridiculing, but it IS the sort of thing that I would consider ‘not everyone’s cup of tea’ and worth warning about in advance)  

Now I have not finished it as of yet. I have to catch up, since the last dream I had was just after Link and I had the blessing ceremony for our twins.(Our 3rd and 4th kids) Right now there is about 100-150 pgs worth. I'm expecting it to reach at least 300-350 probably even more. I will try to up date as often as possible. I hope that some of you like this. I do not mind sharing it. But please understand that this is very PRECIOUS to me, as well as Link. So like I said, if the content of this story sounds, too queer to you, TURN BACK NOW! But to all who wish to continue, happy reading. Thanks,

~*~ Link’s Queen ~*~

Rated R for strong adult language, sex, violence and blood content.

AGAIN AS A FINAL WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS HEAVY SEX, ABULT LANGUAGE AND TALKS ABOUT MY PERSONAL ENCOUNTER WITH LINK. THIS STORY IS BASED ON DREAMS, DREAMS ABOUT MY LIFE WITH HIM. IF YOU FIND THE CONTENT OF THIS STORY TO BE OFFENSEVE, QUEER, OR PLAIN OUT OFF THE WALL, THEN DO NOT READ ON!!!!!!! I HAVE GOTTEN WAY TO MANY FLAMES ABOUT THE CONTENT OF THIS STORY WHEN I HAVE PLACED SEVERAL WARNINGS!!!! I WILL NOT ACCECPT ANY MORE FLAMES, RAMBLINGS, CUSSING OR EXCESSIVE LASHING OUT ABOUT THE CHAR JENNA, OR REVIEWS ABOUT THE CONTENT OF THIS STORY, EXCESSIVE LASHING OUT, VICIOUS ATTACKS AGAINST MY PERSONALITY, OR NON-MATURE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISIM!!! ANY REVIEWS SUBMITTED THAT DO NOT FOLLOW THE ABOUVE GUIDLINES, WILL BE DELETED IMMEDIATELY! THESE WARNINGS ARE NOT THERE TO LOOK PRETTY, THE AUTHORS PLACE WARNINGS FOR A REASON!!! IT IS TO TELL YOU WHAT THE CONTENT OF THE STORY IS SO THAT IF THE READER FINDS THE CONTENT OF THE STORY OFFENSIVE, THEY WILL NOT READ ON!!! MANY AUTHORS HAVE BEEN COMPLAINING ABOUT UNWANTED, EXCESSIVE, VIOLENT AND JUST PLAIN NASTY REVIEWS THAT HAVE BEEN SUBMITTED BY READERS ABOUT THEIR STORIES, CAUSING FANFICTION TO GRANT AUTHORS THE ABILITY TO DELETE UNWANTED REVIEWS AND BLOCK CERTAIN READERS!! I WILL SAY THIS FOR MYSELF AND FOR ALL AUTHORS ON FANFICTION. NO AUTHOR TWISTS YOUR ARM OR HOLDS YOU AT GUN POINT OR FORCES YOU IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM TO READ THEIR STORIES!! ALL READERS HAVE THE RIGHT NOT TO READ A CERTAIN STORY!!! IT IS YOUR RESOPONSIBILITY TO READ THE WARNINGS AND DECIDE FOR YOUSELF IF THE CONTENT OF THE STORY IS OFFENSIVE TO YOU, AND TO MAKE THE CHOICE TO READ ON OR NOT!!! AND IT ALSO IS THE READERS RESPONSIBILITY TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY ON HOW THEY HANDLE THENSELVES WHEN LEAVING A REVIEW FOR AN AUTHOR!! LEAVING A REVIEW THAT IS VIOLENT IN NATURE ONLY MAKES YOU THE READER LOOK BAD, AND IS VERY IMMATURE. IF  ALL US HERE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE ADULTS, WELL THEN, LETS CONDUCTIVE OURSELVES LIKE ADULTS AND NOT LIKE LITTLE KIDS! I ONLY EXPECT THE VIOLENT LASHING OUT AND VICIOUS ATTACKS TO COME FROM TEENANGERS, NOT ADULTS! IF YOU PEOPLE REALLY ARE ADULTS THAT ARE CONDUCTING YOURSELVES IN THE MANORS I DECRIBED ABOVE, YOU PEOPLE REALLY ARE SCARING ME!

IT’S A DAMN SHAME TO KNOW THAT THERE ARE ADULTS OUT THERE WHO CANNOT CONDUCTIVE THEMSELVES IN THE SIMPLEST MANORS THEIR PARENTS HAVE TAUGHT THEM! ALSO LEAVING MALICIOUS REVIEWS IS ALSO A SIGN OF LOW SELF-ESTEEM. IF ALL YOU PEOPLE KNOW HOW DO IS ATTACK SOMEONE VICIOUSLY, IT’S A SIGN OF SELFISHNESS AND NO RESPECT FOR ONES-SELF! I SUGGEST TO ALL READERS WHO ARE THINKING ABOUT LEAVING A MALICIOUS REVIEW FOR ME, PLEASE GET A HOBBY AND LEARN TO CONTROL YOUR ANGER, BECAUSE YOUR ONLY HURTING YOURSELF, NOT ME! ALSO LEAVING A NASTY REVIEW ONLY MAKES YOU LOOK STUPID, NOT ME!

I FIND IT VERY RIDICULOUS THAT I HAD TO LEAVE A WARNING THIS LONG, BUT IT IS BECAUSE OF THE VERY IMMATURE READERS THAT HAVE SUBMITTED NASTY CHILDISH REVIEWS!

AGAIN, PLEASE READ THE ABOVE CONTEXT BEFORE READING ON!!!!

(It’s at this point that Link’s Queen obviously reached the end of her patience with scathing reviews and felt her only line of defense was putting yet another note about the content of the story, albeit a rather didactic one...entirely in caps lock. But I get it, I do, and I think she does have a good point in that the plot and themes of the story are made clear from the outset -apart from the watersports, mind, but I already addressed that- and that there is nothing about this particular fanfic that warrants cruelty in the comments. Of course, this was published during a less conscientious time for the internet, a time when I also was in the infancy of my writing and received reviews of similar ilk lmao. It still doesn’t make it okay, nor does it make any of the threats or insults that came after okay either, but that’s kind of why I’m writing this commentary now)  

Furthermore, I have realized that this story needs some heavy grammar corrections, and that the plot needs some work. Also under the advisement of my friend who had just recently completed two literature classes, has stated the reasons why people had classified Jenna as a “Mary Sue” char and labeled her as “flat”. She has come to the conclusion that most people do not know or understand Jenna’s history, so she has advised me to create an origin story to explain about her history before she met Link. That way she will become more rounded and give people a reason to care about her. It was never in my intentions to create Jenna as a “Mary Sue” char or to make her conceited, because I’m not really like that. Jenna is a persona char, one that resembles my personality while this story is being told from her perspective. This story is not something that I pulled out of my head like my drawings, it came from my dreams. So I understand that revising this story is going to be hard work and will take time. Since this story is being told in the exact, or close to exact order it happened in the dreams, changing how fast Link and Jenna marry isn’t going to be easy. Even changing how fast they have sex and revising the Lemon parts also won’t be so easy to do. But I’m currently in the process of revising this story, also I have received a college grammar book from my friend and I will be investing in a Beta-Reader. I’m also considering taking to literature classes at JC to help boost my writing skills. But now I say this, if you people, the reviewers really have the intentions to help me, them please do it positively and like a mature adult. I’m telling you that it is a proven fact that negative motivation NEVER motivates someone to change. It never has and it never will. I’m pretty sure your parents have taught you that people only respond to positive motivation and not negative.

(We’ll start with the beginning of this paragraph. I don’t think the issue with Jenna, as a character, was ever that she was conceited. In fact, she might have been more well-rounded and interesting if she had been conceited; moreover, I think the weakness in her as an OC is that she doesn’t really have much of a personality to speak of at all. Jenna is defined by her relationship with Link, some attributes that are thrown out as afterthoughts within the dialogue and have no real bearing on the plot (at some point she is characterized as “spiritual” though we are never given any evidence, before or after, that correlates to her being a particularly spiritual person at all). She is a traveling merchant when the story begins, though that fails to carry over anything worth noting. She’s an orphan and has been without her parents for a good bit of her childhood- again, this fails to provide any character attributes, issues or consequences at all, much less anything that affects the story in any real way apart from giving her some sympathy from the King and leading him to more or less adopt her, at least when she’s in Hyrule. A backstory means very little if it has no effect on the development of the plot or character.

She also mentions the dreams here again, cementing my aforementioned theory in the line “this story is not something that I pulled out of my head like my drawings, it came from my dreams” as dreams, here, are being used as an excuse for why the story is the way it is and why it cannot, apparently, be easily changed. But again, I would assert that the main issue is not really in how fast Link and Jenna have sex and get married, but rather in the lack of character Jenna has, the lack of insight given to the reader about why Link and Jenna like each other, why that lead to them falling in love. I understand that this story is wish fulfillment first and foremost and in such a fantasy story it’s a given that the placeholder character will win the heart of their affections, but not providing any real relationship growth or insight can leave readers feeling out in the cold, so to speak. We don’t know Jenna as a character, we don’t know why she and Link should fall in love so completely. We need to see it. 

But anyway, good on her at the time for wanting to better herself with further education, I hope she was able to achieve that.) 

I’m not close-minded, I NEVER have been. I have always been open to other people’s thoughts and opinions, its when its done in an inappropriate manner that I turn my nose at it and look away. People have to understand that when you’re an adult, you need to conduct yourself like one and learn how to address other people like one. You cannot just act childish when you come across something that you DO NOT approve of, you’re only making yourself look bad and that can affect you later on in life. Acting childish and ranting and raving is something I’d expect a little kid would do when he doesn’t get his way. When an adult acts childish over stupid things, that’s looked down upon, and considered to be unhealthy. I have seen far too many reviews left for me where the reviewers are just ranting and raving like little kids over this story because they do not like it. It is only making them look stupid and is very unhealthy. I fear that these people have some serious emotional problems if they get that upset over a story. People in control of their emotions and have also obtained some sort of common sense, NEVER let little things get them all riled up. It is very sad when one that is supposed to be an adult, cannot handle them like one. I was NEVER angry with the reviewers not liking the story, it’s how they handled themselves when leaving me the reviews. Getting riled up, ranting and raving, screaming and spitting nails over this story is what has caused me to get upset, not the fact that they didn’t like it.

Also as a side note, I NEVER physically hurt ANYONE with this story. I got one reviewer that said. “Oh God please stop writing, your hurting everyone.” Now I want to know where I physically touched that person. I want to know how I’m twisting anyone’s arms to read this. I have never done anything of the sort in any way, shape or form and I DO NOT appreciate being accused of that! If you’re emotionally hurt over this, its your fault not mine. I’m sorry if it did, but I have placed several warnings describing the content of this story and if you know what it contains and you do not like this type of material, then why are you reading it? I do not appreciate getting accused for other people’s actions. It is your choice as the reader to read the content of this story and it is not my fault if it upsets you when you knew from the gecko what it contained. So please DO NOT flame me about it.

I also feel like a schoolteacher teaching a bunch of little kids. And I find that this really wasn’t necessary and shouldn’t have had to come to this, but it is very hard when your reviewers have forgotten how to conduct themselves like adults.

If you honestly think that being malicious is a good thing and that you’re not wrong in doing so, well then your blinded by your own selfish pride. People with common sense learn how to take responsibility for themselves and are able to admit when their wrong. I have found that many of the reviewers that have left me malicious reviews honestly believe that its appropriate behavior for an adult. When it really is that they are too self-absorbed in themselves to admit their wrong. Again that results from selfish pride. One to scared to admit in front of others that they just might be wrong. Also, how can any of you hold any right to call Jenna conceited when in reality, your contradicting yourself by being conceited as well? Being conceited is again selfish pride and being self-absorbed. And yes, it is and always will be a fact that most of the reviewers have been conceited and very contradictive. Please DO NOT leave me a review that only contradicts what you are trying to preach. You should in reality, take your own advice.

Again I find it very ridiculous that this had to be as long as it is, but it is due to the fact that people not conducting themselves appropriately. Also if I do receive any more malicious reviews, with screaming, spitting nails or ranting and raving over this story because you do not like it then are to self-absorbed to admit that acting like that is wrong, well then you have proven my point! All of this is very self-explanatory!

 Now PLEASE DO NOT READ ON if you DO NOT plan on leaving me a review appropriately!

(She more or less repeats points she already made here, but again, I agree. The summary and numerous warnings should have clued people in to the fact that this was going to be a fantasy, wish fulfillment, placeholder type story and to expect the kind of thing that goes on therein. It also shouldn’t have given anyone free reign to be cruel or leave threatening reviews, etc)

Prologue

    Dreams come in many forms. Some good, some bad, some very realistic, even ones that feels very real. A dream may come to us from happy events, or even stem from bad events in our lives. Some come to us as a pleasure dream and some come as nightmares. Some become vague memories after time, while some stay very rich in our minds. This is a story about a dream that I had. A dream that became more dreams. A dream that would end one night then resumes the next. It became like a second life. Ever since I became a Zelda fan, I grew an interest in Link. I thought of him as the perfect man. One that you could not find of this world. I thought of him as a man that should have been. The more that he attracted my attention the more I became more attracted to him.  I felt like there was a connection between him and me. Then he became a part of me, and after that I fell deeply in love with him.

     I know that may sound queer to you but love is a mysterious thing and should not be taken lightly. Love is a very strong emotion, an emotion that should be treasured. Love comes from the heart, but when it takes hold, it’s got you. I quite don't understand it myself, but I do know that when I first laid my eyes upon Link I fell in love with him. My heart just told me it was right. Told me he was the one, the one I had been searching for. Ever since then I have felt that it was destiny that has brought me to him. Even in my mind it feels the same. I don't consider myself any different from anyone else. Though I have love for someone that is not really there, he will always remain very real to me inside my heart and in my mind. Even to this day I still love him. He has kept me very happy. He has made me happy when I was sad. He has made me feel stronger about myself. He has even taken care of me in ways that no one else can. Even though I have feelings for him, I'm not any different from the rest of you. I will always hold him close to me in my heart. He is still on my mind and I still have dreams. The connection stills remains strong, and the dreams very real.

     I lived an entire life with Link in Hyrule. All stemming from a series of dreams. Dreams that I want to have. Dreams that I make happen. From the first day I met him, to the birth of our first child, to even the days when Link and I prepared our family in the event that Gannon should return. This book is based on my inner life. A second life lived in a far away land in another time line in another dimension. A tale of love, passion, despair and hope. I enjoyed my inner life. I looked forward to going to sleep to it every night. And I look forward to ones that will come, because LOVE WILL NEVER DIE.

(Again, this is one of the points of the story that the writer gets a lot of flack for, but I think it’s pretty harmless to project on a fictional character and use their likeness to fill a sense of loneliness. Nothing wrong with it, and I’m not here to judge. I think we all probably did something similar at a point in our lives- I used to privately pretend Legolas was my boyfriend when I was like 10 or 11, so yknow, glass houses!!!) 

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The Lions Den

Mafia!Jin x Wife

Genre: Mafia!AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Chapter 8.

Warnings: Smut, Blood, Guns, Knives, Excessive Cursing, Excessive Alcohol Intake, Smoking (Cigarettes and Cigars), Mental Health Issues

Warnings In This Chapter: Dom!Jin, Pussy Smacking, Oppa Kink, Cum Eating, Fingering, Voyeurism (Just A Tad... Poor Y/N), Cunnilingus, Multiple Orgasms, Squirting, Unprotected Sex, Praise, Begging, Possessive!Jin, Sex Over Y/N’s Desk, Cream Pie, Blood, Gorey Descriptions, Cut Body Parts

A/N: The biggest thanks to @ladyartemesia​ for being so obsessed with Jin and his wife that she read this through for me. We ship a fucked up fam <3

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Sequel to The Bird Cage

The moon is high in the sky as Jin finally gets back to the Den. It’s not like he tries to stay away from home for so long but being away from his wife is easier and they fight less this way. It’s a fight he will always start and she will always finish. She was quite like her sister Y/N in that way, she was fierce like her, brazen too. And yet, she was so completely different then Y/N. Seokjin was never one to compare people but it’s something he’s gotten used to since being with his wife. 

Entering the Den, it was silent apart from the refrigerator humming in the distant kitchen. Jin appreciates the silence for once, his wife was loud and any time she wasn’t nagging his ear off he was grateful for that. Ascending the stairs, his fingers feel at the varnished wood and he picks at the skin on his plush bottom lip before sighing. To open his bedroom door right now, would mean to see his wife who he can’t stand. But, then it comes to mind, why can’t he stand her?

He was into her when they first met, when he went over to Busan to protect her in Namjoons stead. He thought she was cute and funny if not a little mischievous but who isn’t? He remembered her saying how she was an adult now and she could do anything she wanted to and she didn’t need his permission. She would sneak out of the Busan safehouse while he was sleeping, only to chase her around Jimin’s hometown like she was a criminal. But, he started to care for her. Started to see all of her flaws and all of the good things about her and found that even with the flaws there was a good girl in there. Someone that had daddy issues and wanted to be taken care of. Someone who was manipulative and a brat just because she could be, because she was hurting that she only had Y/N and didn’t have any parents. 

It was a short time with her that made him feel at home. He ended up liking her more than he should, knowing then that Y/N was not someone to mess around with. He tried to will himself to let the stupid little crush go, because it wasn’t right. This was his job and that’s all he was there for was this job. Then there was the fatal event of having a few drinks with his now wife. Something he had told her he would do with her if she would just stay in the fucking Busan safehouse for one night without him having to bolt up out of bed and go running after her. He had watched her drink, watched her cheeks tinge pink. She had a cute drunk giggle and an even cuter drunk hiccup. He watched her dance around the house in nothing but his t-shirt and a pair of sleep shorts while she sang loudly into the green glass bottle of soju. 

He watched her avidly as she started to straddle him on the leather couch. His large hands gripped at her waist begging her not to do this, that he couldn’t because she was Y/N’s sister. And then he watched her whimper and start to tear up saying how she wasn’t pretty enough for him. Which was untrue and he felt his heart ache in a way that was inhumane. He told her how beautiful he thought she was but it just couldn’t happen between them because of his job. She tempted him then, taking off her sleep shorts and showing him her thong. She told him how she was a virgin and she wanted him to be her first, to show her what it’s like to be with a man. 

She took off his shirt, showing her perky little tits and then, like he snapped, he was on her. He took her virginity, took her innocence and gave her his child. He remembered when he found her in the bathroom, hands shaking with the pregnancy test in her hand. Sobs ripped from her throat knowing that Y/N was going to be furious and in his own guilt, knowing he fucked up instead of getting mad at himself for having a weak resolve he blamed his now wife. He cursed her out, telling her how he should have never taken her virginity. How he should have just let her run around Busan to go get in trouble, to get kidnapped by Kim Shin. 

He was afraid to be a father and was afraid of what Y/N would do to him. But, he knew, in his heart, that he had to tell both Y/N and Jimin. Even when his wife suggested to tell her sister that she got pregnant by someone else. He told her that he would take responsibility for his child. When he looked at her then, in that small Busan bathroom, he saw how frightened she was. How her body was shaking with nerves and he realized that he did that to her. He made this fearsome girl into a nervous wreck and he began to hate himself.

Taking a deep breath he opens his bedroom door, eyes flitting through the darkness to make out any given thing before spotting his wife as she lays in their grandiose bed. It was grandiose so they wouldn’t have to be near each other. But, he misses human contact sometimes. He watches as her lips part in her deep sleep. The way her leg wraps around a pillow for comfort, for something to hold. When he looks at her, all he sees now is guilt and maybe that’s the reason he hates her so dearly.

His head turns to his son as he sleeps. Handsome like Seokjin himself. The spitting image of him, in fact. Jisuk’s hands are above his head as he sleeps soundly in his bed and Jin finds a small smile creeping onto his lips as he takes off his shirt to get ready for bed. His hand subconsciously rakes over his back, feeling all of his long gnarled scars he acquired many years ago. Stripping off his pants, he climbs into bed. Head hitting the pillow he stares at his wife as she sleeps before pushing some stray hairs behind her ear to see her face better in the darkness.

“Thank you for giving me my son.” He whispers to her sleeping form before closing his eyes to sleep. 

Waking up, Jin knows he’s alone as always. His first action is to check the bank app on his phone, see what his wife has bought today in the wee hours of the morning. He used to check it to see how much money his wife spent, to feed this burning anger he harbored for her. But, it's gotten to the point now where he checks the bank statements just to see where she is. To see that she's safe. Taking off his wedding band he looks at the tattooed ring around his finger before clearing his throat. He rubs at the inked skin before sighing gently. When did things get so fucked up? 

Standing up to stretch he hears the door of the bedroom open and wordlessly he looks through the mirror. His wife stands in the doorway, eyes falling to his gnarled back before pushing past the bed to the bathroom. "Where are you spending my money today?" Jin asks loudly, venom dripping from his voice. He's gotten so used to speaking to her in this manner that it's almost a reflex now. "None of your goddamn business." His wife replies sweetly before entering the bathroom and slamming the door shut. 

He grunts gently before putting his wedding band back on running his hands through his long brown hair. Mirae had hung up his suit like he asked and he finds comfort in knowing she could be counted on. Without a second thought he opens up the bathroom door. "What the fuck are you doing?!" His wife yells pushing her bra straps back up onto her shoulders.

"Taking a shower." He says before sitting down on the marble bench. "I'm taking a shower!" She yells before covering herself with her silken bathrobe. 

"Go ahead." He says before pointing at the water as it begins to fog up the bathroom. Anything to get a rise from this woman, he would gladly do. Or, maybe it was to hear her voice. The lines were getting blurrier over the years. 

"I'm not taking a shower with you in here!" She yells frantically grabbing at the robe sides. Jin looks her over quickly, eyes trying to drink everything in before her body is shielded from him. She looks great even after having Jisuk. She takes care of herself well.

"It wouldn't be the first time I've seen you naked. You're my wife." He says raising an eyebrow, as well as his ring clad hand. 

She scoffs loudly before turning away from him, her eyes staring pointedly at the wall. He could see her face through the mirror, the distraught look on her face. It reminds him of when she found out she was pregnant. "Go shower with those Golden Cage girls you fucking slept with!" She yells before looking down at the porcelain countertop of their en suite bathroom.

He opens his mouth to retort but no words come. Only the feeling of dread and embarrassment. "I fucking told you it was a mistake!" He seethes before standing up.

She gives a loud, fake laugh before folding her arms. "Mistakes happen once Jin. Not three times!" 

He steps back feeling as if he had been punched in the chest. The back of his knees hit the bench making him weak. He wobbles slightly before putting his hand on the wall to balance himself. He watches her head hang lower, black hair falling in rivets over her shoulder. "I already apologized. It was years ago." He mutters before brushing past her and opening the bathroom door. He barrels out of his room before stopping in the hallway. His hands find the side of his head before he screams loudly. Feet taking him first, he walks over to Jeongguk's room without a word and shoves his door open.

Jeongguk pulls his gun out from under his pillow before cocking it at the door. His face twists in pain, cut still healing from his encounter with the Im. "Hyung! Jesus Christ!" Guk yells before uncocking his gun and setting it down. 

Jin hums to him before pointing at his bathroom. "Lemme take a shower in here." He tells his little brother before walking over to the bathroom.

"You're fighting with little one again?!" Jeongguk whines as Jin turns the light on. 

"I'm not fighting with her. That's why I left." Guk hums with uncertainty before calling his old brother's name. "Just tell her that you want things to work things out." He tells Jin.

Jin gives a short laugh before starting to close the door. "That ship has sailed, my friend."

Seokjin slams the car door shut before looking at his bank statements once more. He scoffs loudly before putting his hand to his forehead. "What happened?" Jimin asks as he climbs out of the car. 

"I have a 2,000 dollar charge on my card." Jimin chuckles to himself before putting his hands in his suit pants and looking up at the casino sign.

"What'd my sister-in-law buy today?" Jin grits his teeth, hand clamping around the phone before putting it to his forehead.

"Poker chip exchange." Jin whispers before putting his hand over his face as he chuckles to himself. "Well, let's go see her win some money. For your sake." Jimin cheers before walking into the lobby without the oldest crew member.

Entering The Bird Cage, Jimin bows his head to the front of staff before shoving open the game room double doors. The gentle jazz music fills both of the men's ears before Jin’s eyes scan over the game room floor before spotting his wife at the blackjack table. He rolls his eyes gently before Jimin’s chest is pressed up against Jin’s arm as he whispers in his ear. 

“You better make her stop counting.” He whispers before walking past the tables as he fixes his tie. Kirsoon flanks him as he begins to ascend the stairs to Y/N’s office. With a long, deep sigh Jin trudges over to his wife before sitting in the chair next to her. 

She looks pretty today, she had on a long flowing black skirt and a white tank top that screamed fashionable. A black sun hat adorns her head as she blows a bubble in her gum. Jin points his index finger before popping the bubble. “What are you doing?” He asks his wife as she takes off her sunglasses to look at him, his hand placing itself on her knee.

“Gambling.” She says before holding up a poker chip and looking over at her husband. He watches the corners of her mouth flicker upwards before leaning back in his chair. “I thought you were going to get your nails done with Hyejin and Y/N.” He whispers before noticing his hand has been on her knee for way too long but he makes no move to take it away.

“We were going to but Hyejin had cramps so Taehyung told her to stay home and rest in bed. Which is nice of him, I think he’s taking care of her.” Her voice tapers off and Jin finds himself clutching her knee harder. When did it get so difficult to look at his wife without wanting to rip his own pharynx out? He pulls away from her before tilting his head as she sets down her cards face down on the green felt of the table. 

“You need to stop counting. Jimin knows you do that and you’re taking money away from your sister.” His wife rolls her eyes at his statement before pushing her chair back from the table. “She’s my sister, I can take all the money I want.” She whispers to her husband before standing. 

The sigh he gives is not one of great patience, his hand wraps around his wife's arm before pulling her towards him. “Please, don’t be a brat for five minutes and just listen to me, hmm?” His tone was soft, quite like her skin. He shoves that thought away before looking into her eyes, he was impressed that even in heels she matched his height while he was sitting, she was always a short thing. She hums to him gently before stopping in her tracks. 

“I’m leaving, aren’t I? I’m listening.” She says before trying to pry her arm out of his grip. He grabs a handful of chips before holding them out to her. “You can stay, just don’t count.” He tells her.

He really doesn’t want to ruin her fun. He doesn’t want her to leave because of him. She grabs the chips before looking up at the second floor as Jimin rushes out of the office. Jin follows her gaze before standing up quickly. “What’s wrong?” He asks his boss as Jimin jumps down the last four steps before putting his phone into his pocket. 

“Minseok fell in the garden and cut his knee open on one of the stones. I have to go, Y/N is stitching him up.” Jimin shakes his hand to Jin nervously before he cards his fingers through his hair. Jin smiles warmly at Jimin before grabbing his car keys from his pocket and handing them to the younger man. “I have to call a landscaper and get those stones out of the back garden.” Jimin mutters to himself before grabbing the keys.

“I can drive you if you want.” Jin suggests but Jimin is too busy grabbing his phone, he looks up before shaking his head confused. “Uh, no. Stay with your wife. She can drive you home, right?”

Jin’s wife opens her mouth to refuse but Jimin is already pressing his phone to his ear to call a landscaper. He rushes out of the game room floor leaving the two of them alone. The tension begins to become palpable, Jin's wife seemingly anxious as her fist around the chips tighten. Seokjin takes a step back before clearing his throat. "I don't...um...I don't-" He stops himself before rubbing at his branding scar.

His wife's eyes light up, glancing at him before she heads off towards the staircase. "What are you doing?" Jin calls loudly to his wife as she brushes past patrons dropping chips one my one into their plastic casino cups. He groans to himself, watching his wife just waste his money before inhaling deeply through his nose. "Ship has sailed. Ship has sailed." He chants to himself as he barrels through the people to grab his wife. 

"Move." She tells Kirsoon as he steps down off of the wooden staircase. He looks down at her before watching as her husband stalks behind her. "Yes Madam." 

With Kirsoon out of the way, skirt bunched up in her hand she takes to the stairs. Ascending them without a single look behind her. "Woman!" Jin calls to her through clenched teeth.

His eyes catch her toned calves, how soft and smooth they look in the dim lighting of the game floor and his hand reaches out for her before stumbling up the steps. "You okay?" Kirsoon asks quickly, Jin's wife giggles earning a grumble from him before chasing her into the office.

"What are you fucking doing?" Jin questions his wife as she rounds her sister's desk. "Being nosy." She quips before opening Y/N's drawers. 

He scoffs before walking towards her, watching her rifle through papers and small objects that she has no business going through. "Why must you be such a bitch? Is it necessary to do stupid stuff like this to feel better about yourself because you can?" He questions loudly throwing up his arms.

He knows her well, they've been married for years already. He knows her inner struggle, her torment. "A bitch. That's a good way to put it." She says before picking up a small key and sitting in Y/N's chair. 

Her hand reaches for the bottom drawer, tugging at the handle before finding it locked. She clicks her teeth before wiggling the key at her husband. He throws up his arms with an exasperated whine before covering his face. She unlocks the drawer before pulling it open with greedy hands. "I do things because I can. Quite like you, Seokjin, like when you cheated on me." She tapers off before fingering at the folders within the neatly kept drawer.

Her admission hits him like a truck. Again, the stupid mistakes have been brought up for what feel likes the billionth time. "I made a mistake! I'm only fucking human!" He bellows as she tilts her head at a folder. 

"Seokjin Pact. Huh." She whispers under her breath before grabbing the folder. She watches as his hands ball into fists before he punches a hole into the wall. "You never took into account how I'd feel. You never thought about how you could possibly hurt me." She says coolly before opening the folder.

"Because I fucking hated myself! If you would have stopped being a brat for more than ten minutes you would have realized how much I hated myself because I hurt you!" He screams before putting his hands into his hair. Her eyes glance over him, watching how he slowly opens up to her within the large office.

If there was ever an analogy for now it would be Hoseoks, "Water is formless, humans want to achieve such form or no form in fact. They meld their bodies quite like water to whatever they're around. Water is formless until poured into a cup. The water becomes the cup. Water is poured into a teapot, it becomes the teapot." Seokjin was water, his guilt was water and he poured himself into a form that could withstand hurt by hurting the only thing he knew. Himself. 

His wife's eyes soften, irises flitting between him and the page before her. "Do you know how fucking awful I felt to see the girl I was starting to love hurt and scared by me?! Do you?!" He yells before punching the wall again, "How I hid within myself, built this outward hatred for you for no reason because of my own doing?! I let my lust get the best of me and I took you as my own and I fucking ruined you!" 

She could see it then, his true form. As if the glass containing water had shattered, the liquid spilling onto the floor to show its true self of no form. "You think I wanted to force you into this?!" He yells holding up his now bruised and bleeding hand. He takes off his wedding band before walking over to the desk and slamming the ring before her. "I cared about you! I was starting to love you and then I just fucked it up. So I got angry, I got pissed at myself and then I started to miss human contact so I was drunk every second of the goddamn day. Do you know how many times while I fucked those women I moaned your name?! How I yearned for you but I couldn't keep you out of guilt?" He takes a large inhale through his nose before his wife's eyes land on the tattooed ring around his finger.

She was never a sap, never overly emotional quite like her sister and yet, she wants to keel over and scream. Cry until all of the tears had left her body. The both of them, these two people in this room, built a relationship out of hate for one another from guilty consciences. He hated her because he hated himself. She hated him because she felt guilty that she got pregnant with a child she didn't even know if he wanted. "Why did you get a ring tattooed?" She asks quietly, her voice sounding weak and feeble as her eyes skim over the words of the marriage contract before her.

Jin ignores her, walking over to the liquor caddy and pouring himself a glass of whisky. He chugs the alcohol, grateful for the long slow burn before putting his hand to his forehead. "Because if I ever lost my wedding band, I would still have one." He whispers quietly, but she still hears it. Her eyes find the final sentence of the contract, to give Jisuk a brother or sister and she sits back in the chair before putting her hand over her mouth. "Why didn't you just tell me? Just tell me how you felt?" She asks gently as he pours himself another glass. 

She watches his broad shoulders square up, how his back muscles tense. "Because I don't deserve to tell you feelings that don't mean anything. Our ship has sailed." He whistles as his hand slowly glides through the air before gulping his second glass of whisky. It was then that his wife stood, feet moving without a second thought. He runs his hand over his face as he stares at the holes he made in the office wall. She steps behind him before pulling his gun from his pants. "What the fuck are you doing?!" He asks quickly, spinning on his heels as she gently sets down the gun on the caddy. 

She looks up at him, taking in his face in what feels like forever. His brows were knit, hardened irises of dark chocolate slowly softening. His perfectly straight nose and angled face. His perfect pink lips, the plush bottom lip being picked at by his teeth. She takes in a deep breath before hugging him tightly, her arms wrapping around his muscled frame. 

Seokjin stiffens at her touch, confused by the meaning as she buries her face into his chest. "Why are you hugging me?" He asks nervously. 

Albeit, his body relaxes as she holds him, setting down the cup he finds himself wrapping his own arms around her. His eyes flutter closed, relishing in the feeling of her touch. He hasn't held her in so long, she almost feels new to him. "I'm hugging you because I want to." She remarks making the corners of his lips quirk up. 

"Baby doll." He mumbles, the years old nickname that hasn't been uttered since their one night together makes his wife snap. She begins to sob, clutching onto his suit jacket tighter as his eyes screw shut tighter. "I'm sorry!" She sobs, tears beginning to wet his crisp white shirt.

He feels it then, his nasal passages begin to burn as he furrs his eyebrows trying to will himself to stop. "Why're you sorry? I'm sorry." He mumbles before pulling her closer. 

"I should have just talked to you. I should have not been so selfish and childlike! I shouldn't have tempted you to sleep with me." He clicks his teeth before opening his eyes. 

"If you didn't then we wouldn't have our Jisuk, and he's the best thing that's ever happened." Jin whispers before pressing his lips to her black hair. He smells the orange and rose in her hair and he finds the smell so comforting he wants to just bust out into tears. "That night was the best night of my life. I had you, we made Jisuk. It was perfect...What came after was our stupidity. Our childishness. You didn't talk to me but I didn't try to talk to you either, baby doll." 

Every word he means it. Every syllable, every sentence. Their marriage was based on childish fights, childish reasoning. They never tried to understand each other, never made an effort because it frightened them. Nevermind, the pride that filled the both of them.

"I miss you." His wife cries into his chest. That's when it hits Jin, when his eyes become glassy with tears that blur his vision and make him cling to the woman before him. "I miss you, too."

Both of his hands find the sides of her face before he's pulling her off of him. He sighs quietly before running his thumb over the apple of her cheek. Wordlessly, he bends down before pressing his plump lips to hers. Stilling for a moment, her eyes widen before they squeeze shut as she kisses him back. Her hands snake around his neck, fingertips feeling at the intricate details of his branding scar before he presses his hands to her face harder. 

"I'm so sorry." He whispers against her lips, "I'll talk to you from now on, I'll tell you every stupid thing I feel. Every sliver of anger or anxiousness I have." He promises as he presses his forehead to his wifes. She nods with a whimper before pressing her lips to his again. He feels a weight lift off of him, as if his whole body has ascended. His hands grip at her waist before lifting her off of the ground, wrapping her legs around him.

With a small gasp from his wife, his tongue swipes over her bottom lip before pushing her up against the wall. His tongue caresses hers, the taste of alcohol potent in the kiss as she moans gently. The sound feels like a distant dream to him but one he would never want to wake up from. Her hands grip at his arms, nails raking over the fabric of his suit jacket.

Jin moans loudly as her lips begin to trail over his jawline. Her fingers move at a frenzied pace to unbutton his white shirt. "Baby doll." He moans gently as she suckles pretty pink petals over the column of his throat.

Holding her so close he can feel how quickly her heart begins to beat. Her lips are smooth and supple against the skin of his neck as she gently nips at his collarbone. Jin’s eyes flutter shut as she shoves his now opened clothes off of his body. Her fingertips rake over his taut skin, feeling at the strewn muscles of his abs as she kisses over him. “Fuck, baby doll.” He whispers, voice deepening with lust as he bunches up her skirt in his hands. 

Her skin so soft in his hands, kneading at the supple skin of her backside. The small whine she gives, stutters his breathing. His heart beat picks up as he presses her harder into the wall. Plump lips roaming over her neck as he tugs at her tank top. “Take this off. I want to see your perky tits.” He mumbles to her before sucking his own marks to her skin, making sure they would be seen. 

“They aren’t as perky as they used to be.” She mutters pulling away from him and the small laugh he gives makes her smile up at him. Discarding her shirt his lips crash to hers, lifting her off of the wall he makes for the desk. He can feel the warmth of her sex through his suit pants and he groans gently. “You want me, baby doll?” He questions his wife as she mewls in agreement.

His arm clears off the desk, folders and papers flying off of the table before laying his wife down on the table. A knock comes at the office door and Jin ignores it with the burning need to touch his woman. “FUCK OFF!” He yells towards the door before looking at his gun on the liquor caddy.

“Is everything okay?” He hears Kirsoon’s muffled voice ask. 

“More than okay!” Jin’s wife calls with a laugh before lifting her body and unhooking her bra. The sound Jin makes is almost inhuman before his lips are roaming over her skin. Her breath catches in her throat, eyes half lidded with lust as he kisses down her chest.

“They look pretty perky to me.” He mumbles making her giggle, his lips pluck at her nipple. Her back bowing off of the desk as she moans his name gently. Tongue flicking against her stiffening nipples, his hands pull down the stretchy band of her black skirt leaving her in only a black lace thong.

“Oh fuck.” Jin mumbles around her breast as his hands spread her knees. He always knew how gorgeous her body was, always getting glimpses of it while she was in the bathroom of their bedroom and that fateful day years ago. But, now being over her he feels something tugging at his heartstrings dying to be inside this woman who he married. 

His fingers run over her core, feeling her arousal soaked through her panties and he moans gently. “You’re fucking soaked, baby doll.” She whimpers his name as her fingers card through his brown locks tugging gently. 

He abandons her breast just to show love to the other, fingers spreading her pussy lips through the flimsy lace fabric before rubbing at her swollen clit. “Fuck, Jin! I-I-” He shushes her gently before putting his lips back to hers. 

“Been fucked since three years ago?” He asks as her body jolts beneath his, thighs straining and tightening at the pleasure. She shakes her head gently as he presses his forehead to hers. “You’re a good girl, hmm? Saving your pink little pussy all for me?” He whispers, breath fanning over her face.

She nods fervently before wiggling her hips, “Please. I’m so horny.” She whines running her hands over his arms. He hums gently before ripping her thong off, the fabric disintegrating into flimsy strings as the sodden underwear hits the floor with a smack. “You’re going to walk out of this office stuffed full of cum, gonna let it run down your legs so everyone can smell me on you, hmm?” His own words light a fire inside of him, erection beginning to strain uncomfortably within his suit pants. 

“Yes, fuck. Anything you want just touch me.” His wife begs, his lips quirk up into a smirk. Watching her cheeks tinge pink with wanting and he can’t help but chuckle.

“I’m going to fuck the brat right out of you, baby doll.” She whimpers for him in agreement before spreading her legs wider. His hand stretches out before rearing back and smacking her pussy, the heel of his palm rubbing circles onto her swollen nub. Her moans are loud, ricocheting off of the office walls and Jin can distantly remember how she sounded all those years ago. He does the action once more just to hear it again, hear her whines and her begging. She was utterly aroused, dripping onto his hand and the desk beneath her. Jin with all of his years of experience, far beyond hers, knows that this is the hottest thing he will probably ever see in his entire life.

His fingers rub quick circles to her clit, watching her face contorted in pleasure as her loud moans begin to stutter and become quicker. “You don’t even fucking masterbate either, do you? You’re going to cum for me with just my fingers on your pretty little clit.” Her nails dig into his skin, earning red lines over his golden arms. 

His free hand plucks at her stiff nipple, plush bottom lip tucking between his teeth as her body sings with wanting beneath him. “Fuck, you make my cock hard. Christ.” He whispers as her hips begin to roll, wanting to feel pleasurable release. 

“J-Jin, fuck, I’m-” She whimpers as her eyes screw shut. 

“Oppa. Say it.” He mumbles as his lips drift over the skin of her stomach, nipping at gently below her belly button.

“O-Oppa! Fuck. I’m going to cum!” His eyes roll back at her tone. “So then cum for me, baby doll.” He goads to her before smacking her pussy once more. The circles of his fingers rub harder and her body twitches for a second before she’s moaning his newfound pet name loudly. His eyes flit to her face, watching as she rides out her high and he finds himself adoring it. Wanting more of it like a greedy savage. 

He rubs her into overstimulation before she’s cringing at the painful pleasure. “Oppa, please.” She whines before he’s giving her a chance to catch her breath. “Lick it up, you’re being wasteful.” He says before holding out his palm to her face.

With flushed cheeks and swollen lips she lets her tongue run over the palm of his hand, tasting her own cum. He groans with a curse before unbuttoning his suit pants letting them drop around his ankles. She sits up on her elbows to watch him pull down his briefs, enraptured as his cock springs out with a heady thump to his stomach. “You see how hard you got my cock?” He teases before pushing her body back down onto the desk. 

She licks her lips absentmindedly watching his precum pool at his reddened tip before lazily traipsing down his long, thick length. He spreads her legs once more before running his fingers over her soaked lips, his middle finger teases her tight ring of muscle before gently prodding at it. She was so fucking tight, muscles fighting back against his finger as he invades her. “Jesus Christ, you’re tight.” He whispers before grasping at his cock. 

He gives a few pumps watching as his crooked finger becomes swallowed by her cunt before curling it gently. She moans loudly, walls rippling around his digit and he knows that she’s going to be so sensitive for him. “I’m going to make you cum on my cock so many times you’ll be crying for it.” He promises her before adding another finger. 

She whines loudly, his fingers scissoring at her cunt before rubbing sweet circles onto her clit to ease the tinge of pain she must be feeling. “I want you inside me. Please.” She begs as her hands grasp at his broad shoulders. 

He clicks his teeth before curling his fingers to the spongy bundle of muscles inside her. “Gotta prep you, baby doll.” He mumbles before another knock comes at the door. His eyes flit to the doorknob as it turns before being greeted with his wife’s sister. 

“Kirsoon, I just have to get some documents, I have to go home and take care of Mins- Oh, my GOD!” She screams before covering her eyes, Jin chuckles gently before curling his fingers into his wife as she tries to shove him away. “Y/N, good afternoon.” Jin mutters as Y/N’s free hand feels for the wall.

“I hope you don’t mind that I’m using your office.” Y/N scoffs loudly before slamming the door shut with a yelp. 

“You asshole!” Jin’s wife murmurs before being cut off by a gentle gasp as he flicks faster at her g-spot. He pumps his fingers into her a few times before scissoring her open some more.

“I don’t care.” He tells her before bending down to her swollen pussy. His tongue licks at her clit, feeling it throb quickly against the tip of his muscle. He could feel his own cock twitch in response, the overwhelming need to be engulfed inside of her heat was starting to be too much to withstand. 

He pulls out his fingers slowly before lapping up her spilled arousal, “You taste so fucking good, baby doll.” Her thighs clamped around his head as his tongue invaded her soaked cunt, whorling the muscle around inside of her. Her moans fall from her lips like a prayer as her fingers grasp at his hair. 

“Cum for me one more time, baby doll. And I’ll fuck your tight little cunt.” He mumbles to his wife before entering his two fingers back inside of her. His lips latch on to her clit suckling harshly as he adds a third finger. Her whimpers become silent as her mouth drops open, pussy beginning to twitch around his fingers before moaning loudly. It’s then that her cum gushes onto his hand and he lets out a chuckled groan. “Fuck, look at that.” Jin whispers before standing back up. 

His fingers enter his mouth, moaning at her sweet taste before hooking his hands behind her knees. Their eyes connect before he smiles down at her. “I’ve really missed you.” He admits to his wife.

She giggles before tilting her head. “I’ve always been around.” She tells him as he strokes at his cock, aligning himself to her entrance. 

“No. I missed you, missed talking to you. Missed being with you and chasing you around Busan like the little brat that you are.” She snorts, a gentle breathy noise before gasping loudly as he enters her.

Both of their eyes fall shut as they let out a collective moan. He thrusts gently, hands falling to her hips as she moans his name. "Oh fuck! You're so tight!" Jim curses before lolling his head back at the indescribable pleasure. 

He gives her time to adjust to his large size, kissing her softly as his hands run over her sides. He can feel her muscles begin to relax around him and he lets out a guttural moan as she runs her fingers over the gnarled scars of his back. He pulls out gently, the bulbous head of his cock catching on her velvet walls before slowly thrusting back in. 

Her back bows off the desk, begging him for more as she moans his name. This is what Jin should have been doing for all these years that had passed him by. He missed human contact but he also missed her. He missed getting annoyed that she was so free spirited, missed chasing her everywhere to make sure she was safe. He missed looking at her with love emblazoned irises. But, now that look was back.

With lust hooded eyes he snaps his hips, the head of his cock ramming into her cervix folds. The way she moans his name, like it is the only word she knows makes his teeth grit together. “You look so gorgeous beneath me like this.” His fingers dance over small stretch marks on her hips from when she was pregnant with their son. 

“Nice perky tits.” He whispers before circling his tongue around a pert nipple, her moans become louder as he begins to pick up his pace. Eyes rolling back into his head he moans his wife's name as she wraps her legs around his waist. It’s been a long time, so long he was already close to blowing his load within warning. 

He brushes his hair out of his eyes before stilling within his wife. “Your pussy is so fucking good you’re going to make me cum.” He mutters to her, making her chuckle. 

“I want it though.” She whispers with a cute pout before hooking her hand around his neck and pulling him down to her level. “What do you want, baby doll?” He asks, starting a slow pace of thrusting.

“Want you to cum inside of me and then fuck it out.” She mumbles against his lips, he groans gently cock twitching at her words before picking up the pace. “Yes ma’am.”

Lifting her ankles onto his shoulders he being a brutal pace, “Gonna fuck your pink little pussy right open, baby doll.” 

His ab muscles contorting and pressing against his taught skin with each thrust. His eyes connect to his wife's one more, running his thumb over her cheek bone. There was a passion to this sexual encounter that held so much weight for the both of them. 

His fingers begin to rub circles on her clit, bottom lip tucking between his teeth as he whimpers for her. “Feels so fucking good, Christ. Your pussy is so wet, baby.” He whispers before screwing his eyes shut. He could feel it then, her pussy trying to milk his cock. Her pussy getting tighter and wetter around him as she begins to babble wordlessly. With a gasp, his free hand roams her thigh, kneading at the supple skin before nipping at her ankle.

His moans grow louder for her, whispering words of praise and ardor as she orgasms around his cock. “Oppa! Yes! Fuck!”

 Her cum spraying onto his lower abdomen with his name upon her lips. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl, baby doll.”

Bucking into her with all of his strength, he takes pleasure in seeing how fucked out beneath him she is. How her skin has produced a sheen of sweat as she moans for him and only him. He feels his balls tighten, air flow hitching within his chest as he grabs at her thighs tighter. “Who owns this pussy? Whose pussy is this?” He asks his wife through gritted teeth.

“Yours! Oppa!” She whines loudly as her hands roam over her breasts. He hums in appreciation before choking on a moan. “Gonna cum in your pussy and claim it. Fuck, baby doll. I’m so close.” He promises her.

Stilling within her, he spills his seed with a long groan. Eyebrows knit together as he whispers his wife's name quietly. She watches him then, quite like he did with her. Watching him ride out his high as his hair sticks to his sweat soaked forehead. He grips on to her thighs as he fucks his cum inside of her with small thrusts, basking in the pleasure of his orgasm. He is so handsome and so hers and if only they wouldn’t have been so stupid with each other for the first few years of their marriage.

Jin’s eyes open before giving his wife a small smile. “Flip over. I’m not done with you yet.” He mutters to her as he pulls out. 

She whines gently at the empty feeling before hopping down off of the desk and planting her feet on the floor. His hand finds the middle of her back before bending her over the desk. His eyes watch with avid appreciation as her pussy begins to cream with his cum, slowly starting to drip down her thighs. He tuts his tongue before picking it up on his fingers. He holds his digits out in front of her face as her hands brace herself on the table. “You’re being wasteful, baby doll. Lick it up.” He whispers in her ear before smoothing her black hair behind it.

She suckles greedily on his fingers and with one swift thrust he’s back inside of her. Both of them groaning loudly as he wraps his hand around the back of her neck. “More Oppa please!” His wife begs and Jin lets out a small chuckle before kissing over her shoulder. 

“Don’t worry baby doll, Oppa is going to take real good care of you.” He promises before beginning to thrust once more.

“I can’t believe you ripped my fucking underwear.” His wife mumbles as they step down the staircase hand in hand. Jin chuckles before kissing the top of her head and slinging his arm around her shoulder.

“You don’t like the feeling of me dripping down your legs?” She whines embarrassed before slapping his chest. His smile could rival the sun at this very moment. He nods his head to Kirsoon who clears his throat before nodding back. “I like knowing that your pussy is all mine.” He mumbles into her ear as they cross the expanse of the game room floor.

“It always was yours, idiot.” She whispers fiercely, his hand grabs at the globe of her ass before squeezing gently. “Yes but now it’s filled with Oppa’s cum again.” He jeers making her giggle.

Her arm wraps around his waist before hugging him tightly as they exit the casino. Their feet match step by step as they walk towards his wife's car. “Wow, I buy you some amazing presents.” He comments as he looks over the silver Hummer. She laughs quietly before opening the front door. He goes to shut her door before hearing his name called.

“Kim Seokjin?” His head turns quickly, hand falling to his gun in the waistband of his pants before cocking his head to the side. “Yes?” He replies as a delivery man holds out a white cardboard box.

The delivery man was simple looking, a neon vest equipped on his body for riding around on his small vespa seated behind him. The man holds out the package before handing Jin the clipboard to sign his name.

“Who sent this?” He asks before looking over at his wife as she rolls down the window with a raised eyebrow. “No return to sender address.” The delivery man replies simply. 

Jin taps the pen to the clipboard before looking up at the man again, “How’d you know where I was?” He signs his name before handing him back the pad.

“Delivery options said the casino. Take care.” He gets on his vespa before driving off without another word. Jin sucks in a sharp breath between his teeth before looking down at the box in his hands. His wife hums unsurely before he takes out his gun and hands it to her. “Point it at the box and watch out for your husband's face.” He warns her before ripping the tape off of the box. 

She cocks the gun with shaky hands before he’s adjusting her hand over the trigger. “If you need to use it, squeeze the trigger lightly. Okay, baby doll?” She nods to him before his fingers wrap around the folds of the white cardboard box.

He opens it before cursing and dropping the box onto the floor below him. His wife lets out a shriek, loud and ear piercing. Jin’s heart begins to hammer harder grabbing the gun from his wife's hands before looking at her. “Close your eyes.” He instructs before uncocking the gun and putting it into his waistband. Bending down his eyes narrow at the contents within the cardboard box. Two bloody fingers cut clean from bone and a cop badge nestled beneath them. The badge was covered in thick streams of blood but two words could be made out beneath the red body fluid. “Detective Kyul.” Jin whispers before picking up the box and sealing it shut. 

He rounds the car before opening up the passengers side door and climbing in. “Drive straight home, no detours and don’t stop at yellow lights.” He tells his wife as he pulls out his gun.

“Are we going to be okay?!” She asks nervously as she peaks an eye open. He pulls her face to look at him, fingers gripping at her chin before kissing her lips gently. “I’d never let anything happen to you. Drive home, baby doll. Now.”

[tessatechaitea]

Team Titans #17

Team Titans is an anagram of Fuck Donald Trump.

The joke in the caption relies on regular readers knowing that I keep doing anagrams of the title except this time the anagram isn't an anagram at all! I know some people probably didn't even have to double check, especially the really observant ones who instinctively knew that "Team Titans" did not contain an "F". But the other point of that caption is to make readers who both enjoy Donald Trump and the stupid shit I write about comic books suddenly realize that they don't like what I write at all. In half a second, they'll realize how stupidly wrong they were about their opinions of this blog. In a half second after that, they'll admit that they've always thought I was a dumb asshole who has never written anything clever in his entire life. A few seconds after that, they'll probably be jerking off to another Hillary Clinton rant by Sean Hannity. We all have to face the consequences of our beliefs and actions. One of the consequences of supporting the modern GOP lampreys attached to the tits and ass fat of Donald Trump is that you don't get to enjoy myriad entertainments. Pretty much all you've got is Last Man Standing and reruns of Home Improvement. Of course, you could try to ignore what you've now learned because I probably won't mention it again for quite some time. But it's also possible I might pull at your victim status trigger again by the next paragraph! Speaking of triggers, the NRA can eat their own filthy asshole. Unless they like doing that! They seem like the kind of organization that would like doing that! And I don't mind kink-shaming people who love to eat their own filthy assholes because the Venn Diagram of people who can eat their own assholes and people who love to eat filthy assholes is nonexistent.

This whole nineties Teen Titans thing went off the rails a tiny bit when they introduced a rapist version of Nightwing with a nipple ring.

Is it weird that I have an unrepentant love for Lobo and a slightly repentant love for Deathstork but I feel like I'd be crossing a line having any kind of love for Deathwing? I get why people love Lobo because he's over the top and his space jeans craft a nice package in his nether area. Plus the chains! So penis stiffening! And Deathstork was cool enough to have gotten an underage girl he fucked killed without the entire comic book community feeling disgusted by him. I think his old age helped. Deathstork is like a beloved grandfather who tells such incredible stories from his youth that nobody minds that 23% of them are racist. But if somebody told me Deathwing was their favorite character, I'd be frightened. Although I guess they could mitigate that fright by explaining they like the Rebirth Deathwing and then I'd just be, "Oh, sorry. I didn't know you were gay. Cool!" That probably came across as me using gay as a synonym for lame but it was meant to express my feelings that Rebirth Deathwing should be a gay icon, if he isn't already. Like the Babadook. In that picture above, Deathwing is coming out of a clockmaker's closet (so maybe he's a gay icon too?), probably to rape the clockmaker (Oh yeah! He's totally rapey, so probably not a gay icon!). Now I'm wondering why Superman doesn't stop more rapes? Or why he doesn't commit himself to stopping all rapes? He could end rape forever with his powers! I guess he just doesn't have the commitment to end rape. You know how fast rape would have been stopped if Bruce Wayne's parents had been raped in that alley? Considering how many murders still happen in Gotham City even though Batman has dedicated his life to stopping injustice, I'm guessing it wouldn't have been fast at all. Batman is a huge failure. Meanwhile back at the Long Ranch, Nightrider (as opposed to Deathrider, his rapey twin), recovers from being shot by the neighbor. Granted, the neighbor also tracked down the wounded vampire to rescue him. He didn't realize he was shooting a living, feeling creature. He just thought he was killing a stupid bat! I hope no bats read this blog! They might think I'm being insensitive to bats! And, I mean, I am! But I don't want them to know that! They might start sending me memes of their creepy little faces saying things like, "Bats have rights too!" and "Bats cry more than most human males!" and "Today is the worst day of the rest of your terrible life, motherfucker!" That last one would make a good motivational poster for the lunchroom at most offices.

Wait. Is "vampire" a derogatory term?!

I just watched a Kids React video on YouTube about whether or not "hell" was a curse word. Sydney took the opportunity to say as many near curse words as she thought she could get away with. I'm pretty sure if I were young or hip or with it (which I obviously am not as noted by my usage of "hip" and "with it"), I would now use the word stan somehow. Why is there a Kids React for "How to Cure a Hangover"? What the fuck is wrong with the Fine Brothers?! Here are some more great ideas for your dumb Internet show: "Kids React to Joe Pesci's Death Scene in Goodfellas" "Kids React to Satanic Rituals" "Kids React to Seeing Their Parents Murdered" "Kids React to Goat Testicles" "Kids React to Their First Blow Job" I should stop listing these because I could do it all day and also I think some of them would actually work. The "How to Cure a Hangover" video isn't actually a Kids React; it's an advice episode featuring all ages of reactors. The first question they must give advice for is "How do I get someone to kiss me on New Year's Eve?" According to a lot of the answers, nobody seemed to give much of a shit about consent in 2016. Although my stan Sydney is all, "Get your parents to kiss you!" Oh my God she owns the world. The next question Sydney answers is "How do I touch a rainbow?" She says to get the biggest ladder in the world so she might be kind of dumb. I mean, a ladder doesn't have to be that big to touch a rainbow! Although she is just a kid so I'll let her slide on this answer. I suppose it's more important that she gives a cute answer than a correct one. For "How do I cure a hangover?", Sydney says, "Why are you asking me this question?" After which, I'm assuming, she walked off camera and kicked both Fine Brothers in the balls at the same time. Okay, back to Team Titans! The neighbor tries to apologize by explaining that he wouldn't have tried to murder the bat if he'd known it wasn't a disgusting bat. Terry Long, the worst character in a comic book full of terrible characters (and I'm including Deathwing here!), blames the victim and Terra's angst meter tops out. She goes into a blind Tumblr rage without any regard to the neighbor's apology, explaining how Nightrider was only acting on his true nature. The row disturbs Donna's baby which becomes the worst issue of the night.

"Whith"? I've never noticed Donna's weird accent before this issue! I also love how she thrusts her baby at the others to show that they've upset it.

While the majority of the team take Nightrider to STAR Labs for treatment (can't they just let him suck the baby a little bit?), Mirage and Terra stay behind to protect Terry and the baby. Well, Terra stays behind to protect them. Mirage still suffers from the trauma of being raped while none of the others seem to give a shit. She's decided to run away and have her baby somewhere else. Hopefully she won't have the baby in the town where Deathwing grew up because you know what that would mean, right?! Ugh, I can't even type it! Mirage was raped by her own time traveling son! Okay, it wasn't that hard to type after all.

Out in the yard, four elementals are approaching to kill Terra: an elemental of glaciers, an elemental of shit, an elemental of men's farts, and an elemental of lady's farts.

Over at STAR Labs, Doctor Velcro determines Nightrider's life can't be saved because he's already dead. He's a vampire! And Doctor Velcro knows because he's a not just a vampire specialist but a vampire himself! He's one of the Creature Commandos! His prescription to keep Nightrider alive is human blood. At this declaration, the rest of the Team Titans begin acting like Nightrider is a goner. So their first thought is that he's going to die if he doesn't drink human blood? Not one of them is all, "Drink from my veins, buddy! As much as you need! Well, maybe not too much! You know, just a taste! But there are like eight of us, so you can probably get your fill by sampling us all!" Fucking jerks.

The 90s had some pretty fucking nihilistic AIDS public service adverts.

As Terra protects New York as a Team Titan by defending herself against elementals that want to kill her, the rest of the Team Titans defend New York by battling a bunch of electric beings in thongs that want to kidnap Killowat. I laugh in your face, Councilwoman Alderman! Look at all the good these Titans are doing for the city! The energy beings easily kidnap Killowat because he only had the majority of the Team Titans and Battalion defending him. Terra, all alone, just barely manages not to die in her battle right before a newly human Prester Jon (back from the Terminus Agenda!) manages to save her.

This might be my favorite panel from 1994. In case you couldn't tell by his idiotic hands or his stupid baby, that's Terry Long under the clock.

The person who kidnapped Killowat turns out to be the clockmaker's old beau, the one that taught her to work on futuristic Titans' communicators. He was a member of the Team Titans named Lazarium but he seems to have been a spy working for Lord Chaos. The leader of the Team Titans (identity still unknown!) sent him and his team back in time to die. But he survived and now he owns a good chunk of the media world. His name might as well be Rupert Murdoch because he has a media empire that's trying to turn the world against heroes and he has his own sexual harassment problems in his organization, seeing as how Deathwing works for him. Team Titans #17 Rating: It took seventeen issues but I'm finally interested in this comic book! The Lazarium story arc has momentum and ties in to the overall history of the team, hopefully finally separating them from the Titans book for a bit. I know it still relies on garbage time travel theories but it also threatens to expose Killowat as a huge racist piece of shit! That should be exciting! It's also slightly heavy on implied rape which I didn't mean to add as one of the reasons I'm enjoying the book but just as a simple fact to say, "Look. This was a comic book from 1994! Rape was an important plot point to raise tension and pull on the emotional heartstrings of an audience that didn't quite understand how writers were just using rape as a lazy way of creating drama and emotional tenstion!" What I'm trying to say is: B+! Good work, everybody!

[cakelanguage]

I’M SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY ON THIS! RL hit me in a bad way, but here it is, chapter 3 of my fill for the DA Kink Meme prompt of Dorian being a young boy during DA: Inquisition!

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Apparently the tear in the sky had been called the Breach and there were multiple Rifts that had popped up around Thedas to reveal the Fade, Dorian had found out once he got off Ponchard’s boat at Redcliffe. He also found out that Felix’s trouble in Redcliffe were related to the Breach as well. Apparently Alexius was dabbling further into their time magic research and was basically further ripping apart the fabric of the world.

A charming thought to ease his nerves.

Surprisingly, Felix didn’t look much worse than he had when he’d last seen him. He wondered what methods Alexius had implemented to get the sickness to slow down to such a degree. Hopefully not blood magic, he didn’t think he could take it if another father figure had possibly resorted to the blasted act.

The taint could still be seen in the hollows of Felix’s cheeks and the dark circles steadily growing underneath his eyes. It was also in the hair that was shorn short on his head, uneven and patchy unlike it had ever been in the past, struggling to regrow. Dorian silently mourned the loss of the enviable quiff that Felix had sported only half a year earlier.

“Dorian,” Felix said with a smile. It was around noon, the sun’s rays eating their shadows. “I wish I was seeing you again under better circumstances.” Even with the taint wasting away Felix’s muscles, his arms held a familiar strength that eased the tension he was unknowingly holding in his shoulders. “How have you been since…?”

“Since Alexius evicted me from your household?” Dorian supplied bitterly. It wasn’t Felix’s fault by any means for what Alexius had done, but he’d felt abandoned at the time. Too much like a child. He was a fully qualified mage in the eyes of the Imperium, well on his way to becoming an Enchanter, he had no reason to still be clinging to the robes of his mentor. But seeing Felix’s expression, Dorian quickly emended his words. “That was rude of me, sorry Felix. I’ve been… well, I suppose. I’ve been doing a lot of studying on my own, brushing aside my mother and Father’s insistence on meeting my supposed betrothed.”

“Oh, that’s right, this is the age that most Altus meet their match.”

Dorian wrinkled his nose. “Yes to get comfortable with the idea of rutting against each other until another potential Archon is brought into the picture before putting up the façade that you don’t want to leave them with every fiber of your being.”

Felix laughed. “So cynical already.”

Dorian huffed. “Can you blame me?”

Felix shook his head with another chuckle. “No, I suppose not.” They lapsed into a peaceful silence before Felix broke it once more with a heavy sigh. “I wish I had more time to talk to you about life, but I can only slip away from Father for so long before he’ll send someone, if not himself, to check on me.” He sounded bitter and Dorian felt his heart ache that Felix and Alexius’ relationship was devolving into this, secrets and tension, not unlike his own relationship with his father.

“Yes, of course just give me a rundown of the situation. That should do for now, right?”

“Right, alright,” Felix took a breath before starting his explanation. “Father has aligned himself with a cult called the Venatori.”

“Venatori?”

“Tevinter nationalist supremacists.” Dorian let out a curse at that. Tevinter always had to go and make a bad name for itself. As much as he loved his country, Dorian would be the first to admit that the hate their country received was not unwarranted. “They’re under the impression that their leader, this Elder One, will restore the glory of Tevinter.”

He gaped at Felix. “By spreading fear to the other nations?”

The other man shrugged. “I didn’t say it was the right approach.”

“Why are adults so stupid?”

Felix snorted and ruffled his hair despite Dorian’s protests. “Well they aren’t you, for one thing you brat. But people often make the wrong choice, many probably think this is the best course of action.”

“But that’s ridiculous! All that’s going to create is a dictatorship, why not just show people how great Tevinter is without all this? Show them that we can learn and be kind, end slavery, show them that magic can be good and used for the people.”

A fond smile found its way onto Felix’s face. “If they don’t manage to silence you beforehand, you’re going to be quite the reformer when you get your seat in the Magisterium.”

Dorian rolled his eyes. “Oh stop, I’m just being rational. Someone has to speak out, everyone older has gotten that kind of thinking weeded out of them until they fit the Tevinter mindset.” He waved his hands as if to brush aside the conversation. “But back to the matter at hand, Alexius is part of this Venatori, what else?”

“Well, Father has managed to distort time in Redcliffe and has convinced the rebel mages to join him as indentured servants to the Tevinter Imperium in exchange for protection and eventual Tevinter citizenship.”

“And?”

“Grand Enchanter Fiona, the leader of the rebel mages, had originally presented herself to the Inquisition, more importantly to the supposed Herald of Andraste.”

“I’m sorry, did you just say the Herald of Andraste?”

“Oh, right you don’t know, sorry Dorian. The Herald of Andraste is the only one who can close the Breach, they apparently survived the destruction and forming of the Breach at the Temple of Sacred Ashes.”

Dorian stared wide eyed. “I was only on that boat for fortnight at most.”

“The world waits for no one. But as I was saying, the Herald should be coming to Redcliffe in the coming days and I know that they’re in danger by coming here. Something about that mark on their hand, the Venatori want. We can’t let that happen, the Venatori can’t get it. All this time distortion has made the fabric of reality here already unbalanced.”

“So what am I to do?”

“I need you to go to the Chantry, say you need shelter or something; it’s the safest place to be at the moment for private discussions. When the Herald arrives, I’ll slip them a note to warn them about the danger that they face. I’ll tell them to meet me here.”

“So we’ll both inform them about the situation.”

Felix nodded. “Exactly. I don’t understand all this time magic business, but I do understand my father and can help form a plan to get his plan to fail.”

“And are you okay with that? Thwarting your father, possibly handing him over to the Inquisition?” Dorian asked, his voice soft.

The other man’s shoulders were tensed and his face sullen but resolute. “My father has changed. Whatever happens, he still needs to be stopped.” Felix paused and clenched his fists at his sides, his face turning toward the sun. “Father has lost his way,” he turned his attention back to Dorian and put a hand on his shoulder, “And because we love him, we have to stop him.”

[thelookingglassalice]

Back To Life

Steve Rogers/Captain America x OC (Ava) (Masterlist)

Steve has moved to DC and is working for SHIELD. He and Ava try to manage their new relationship between work and acclimating Steve to the world. Their first mission together causes some tension and it gives Ava an idea...

Warnings: Unprotected sex, comedic attempt at roleplaying

@emilyevanston @ariallane @alievans007 @tvjunkie08 @mewsiex @chrisevans-imagines @mumbles411 @lillianfromaccounting @musicalninja @jennymagicalheart      (My tag list is missing so I’m just going by who I tagged in the most recent chapter)

Six months after the Battle of New York, Steve moved to DC. He wanted to be closer to SHIELD headquarters and to me. He got an apartment in a nice building, my building, actually.

“You could’ve moved in with me you know.” I rolled my eyes and collapsed on his couch. We had finished making his new place look lived in. I was tired.

The past months had been endless traveling for me. Missions, helping Tony in New York, showing Steve the world. The larger problem was Steve and I had no time alone in all those months. We went out a couple of times but the dates were always cut short. I watched Steve lift some more furniture into place. He had on a white tee and khakis. His style was still dated, to say the least. He had sweated through his shirt and his hair was sticking to his forehead.

“I’m trying to do things slow Ava. Try the old fashioned route. We talked about that.” He glanced at me. I was sprawled very unladylike.

“Um, so what happened in the locker room isn’t going to be a regular thing?” I wrinkled my nose and sat up.

“Well, not in a locker room no. But after we actually go steady for a while…” He started to put books on a shelf.

“Go steady? Really? Are you gonna pin me, too?”

“Ava.” He turned and frowned at me. “Can we go on one date, please?”

“Sorry. I forget sometimes.” I pursed my lips, not meeting his eyes. The frustration was rolling off of him. To him it had only been a year and some months. I may have had time to experience things but he hadn’t.

“No, I know. “ He came over and sat on the couch with me. When I had told him the girl I had been died when he went into the ocean, it was a lot to deal with. Guilt hung over him all the time.

“I just, really liked it.” I shrugged, trying to lighten the mood.

“Oh.” He seemed surprised and he blushed a little. “I mean, yes, I did too. It was…”

“Did you and that girl...what was her name? Lorraine. Or the USO girls. Did you ever do that with them?” I kept my eyes on the couch cushion.

“Trust me Ava, I never did that.” He laughed.

“So no...fonduing?” I looked up.

“Fonduing.” He dropped his head, a lock of his hair falling over his eye. “No. No fonduing.”

“Light snacking?” I choked back a laugh.

“That sounds worse. I don’t know, I missed you. But I never thought that you would ever...and those girls, for the first time in my life girls were looking at me like they looked at-” Steve stopped. I could feel loss and then shame.

“I don’t blame you. Some of those girls were beautiful. And no matter how much you miss someone, no one likes to feel lonely.” I took his hand and kissed the back of it. “It was almost eight months since I’d been with someone, when our little gym session happened.”

“Did you date a lot?” He sort of braced himself. I could feel how uncomfortable he was.

“I didn’t date at all. Sex was a spontaneous thing with guys I knew. They were all good guys, some wanted more but I was in love with an American icon who happened to be dead. Not relationship goals.” I was looking at the floor again, shuffling my feet. Steve surprised me by lunging at me. He kissed me hard, pushing me back into the cushions.

“You were in love?”

“Yes, very much.” I gave a confused half smile. What was the deal?

“Tell me?” His eyes were large, he pushed the hair off my face.

“Oh, I love you Steven Rogers,” I mumbled, “ I thought that was obvious.”

-

Around the one and a half year mark of Steve and I dating. We went on a mission together where he was my superior. My role in SHIELD was history and technical, they needed a hacker. Usually Nat would’ve helped Steve but she was on another assignment with Clint.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” Steve muttered to me as we gathered our gear and headed to the jet.

“Handle what?” I nodded to Rumlow, a STRIKE team leader. He usually kept his distance from me. Some people did that when they got wind of my otherness. Having someone feel your private emotions was sort of off putting.

“Ava, you’re not trained-”

“Woah. I’m not trained? Why do you say that?” I gritted my teeth and tried to look pleasant. No one was listening to us luckily. Our relationship was no secret, but you weren’t supposed to bring personal shit to work.

“I know you’re trained! But, Nat is…” He searched for the right words. “A professional?”

“Captain, I am a trained SHIELD agent. Just because you’ve never seen me out of a lab does not mean I’m not combat ready.” I hissed and went to find a seat. Steve scowled and followed me.

“Don’t get upset. This is our job. As your commanding officer for this I want to make sure you can keep up.” He buckled in next to me as we took off.

“Well, yes Sir.” I pulled out my laptop and started to work on some files.

We were silent for the rest of the flight. He was frustrated. He felt that he was right. That it wasn’t a personal thing, it was business. But the underlying emotion was guilt. He was doing it as a protective boyfriend. My injury on the helicarrier had shook him.

We closed in on the warehouse where there were reports of HYDRA like weapons being made. I needed to bypass security and access the names of the buyers. Steve gave everyone their assignments. We landed on a nearby rooftop. I disabled the security and grabbed my bag as we all left the jet.

“Can you do this from the roof?” Steve asked as we moved along the rooftops in the dark.

“No, I need to download the files from their system.” I put my pack on my back as the team entered through a skylight. “Aren’t you supposed to be leading this?”

“No, my mission is to make sure you get the files. The team is in charge of recovering the weapons.” He slid through the skylight and gestured for me to follow.

“I don’t need a babysitter.” I sounded like a petulant child. But I wanted to show him that I was a good agent damn it!

“Agent Erskine, follow orders and do your job!” He pulled his cowl off and glared at me.

“Yes Sir, Captain America, Sir.” I saluted him and flipped him off in one motion.

I stalked towards the office to find the main computer. I set up my stuff and started to decrypt the customer list, uploading the intel to SHIELD. I heard a scuffle in the hall and saw Steve engage with a few security people. It distracted me from the one coming up behind me.

“Shut it down.” I heard. I turned in my seat to find a man behind me. He had his hand on his gun.

“Okay, one second.” The file finished as closed the program.

“Stand up.”

“Sure thing.” I stood up and faced the guy. He reached for my arm and I punched him. I felt his nose break and he stumbled back. I kicked him in the chest and when he bent over I heel kicked his neck. He dropped to the floor as Steve came running in.

“I’m sorry, I was a little held up.” He wiped some blood from the corner of his mouth. I gathered my things and put my pack on. “What did you do to him?”

“I beat the shit out of him, Sir.” I exited the room and saw the team carrying metal cases. There were trucks outside waiting to be loaded with the illicit weapons.

“Ava…”

“I’ll have my report ready tomorrow, Sir.” I called as I climbed the stairs. I knew he had to stay behind to direct everything. I got to board the quinjet and return to headquarters.

-

“Ava?”

I had gotten home and finished a shower when I heard Steve’s voice from my living room. I went out in my robe, toweling my hair.

“Breaking and entering Captain America?” I sat on the arm of the couch and continued to dry my hair. He looked tired and dirty. He’d changed out of his suit though.

“That was not very professional of you. None of it was.” He crossed his arms over his chest and gave me a look. Disappointed Steve made me squirm with guilt.

“I know. Sorry. I ...Steve, Nat trained me. I’ve been an agent for ninety years. But some people treat me like, well, Banner without the Hulk.” I tossed the towel. “It just pissed me off when you did it.”

“I didn’t know Nat trained you.” He came forward, uncrossing his arms and smiling a bit.

“Three hours a day, four times a week, from the time she joined SHIELD. Before that, I trained with Barton. Before that, Fury. I have gone to all the best and learned from them.” I tilted my head and looked up at him, my wet hair falling over my shoulder.

“You never asked me.”

“I figured that would lead to more fucking less fighting.” I shrugged.

“But I am your superior Ava. Sometimes you have to listen to me.” He was still angry. In his eyes the million ways he could lose me on a mission would all be his fault. He needed to be tougher on me. I felt all that and stifled a giggle snort.

“I know, Sir. Maybe you should reprimand me.” I dropped my head, hiding my smile.

“Reprimand...you want me to report you to Fury?” He was confused. I pictured a puppy cocking its head to the side in perfect innocence. I giggle snorted again.

“No Steve, I mean, no Captain. I think you can handle this by yourself.” I looked up through my lashes at him. A sly smile on my lips. I sat up and crossed my legs. “What is my punishment, Captain?”

“I don’t know...Ava, this isn’t official. I don’t really think you need a reprimand.” He looked at me like I was going crazy. I stood up and put my hands on his pecs.

“Um, to make this clear. I’m trying to instigate a little kink. Some authority roleplay?” I raised my eyebrows. “Sexual situations?”

“What is authority roleplay?” He frowned.

“Like..prison guard and prisoner, pirate and wench, professor and student.”

“Oh, authority. Yes...Agent, I think you should be reprimanded.” Realization rolled over his features. “I am your superior and you need to follow directions.”

“I think you need to respect my skills as an agent, Sir.” I stepped back, slipping into the role. I decided to go sassy over submissive. It was more natural for me.

“I do respect your skills but you’re still my responsibility. You are vulnerable, whether you want to admit it or not.” He moved towards me and I backed away. The backs of my legs hit the couch.

“I can take care of myself.” His hands shot out and gripped my wrists.

“Get out of this then Agent.” He growled.

“If you’re going to punish me, then do it.” I rasped, I was breathing fast. This was getting me going. If disappointed Steve made me guilty, intense Steve made me hot. “Maybe you should just spank me, since you think I’m being childish.”

“Huh?” Steve broke and I laughed. “What do you mean I should spank you?”

“Like this.” I shook one of his hands from my wrist and reached behind him. I smacked one of his ass cheeks.

“And why would I do that?” He laughed.

“I don’t know...it’s sort of a standard in this sort of scenario.” I shrugged. “Just do it once. I want to see what all the fuss is about.”

He reached his free hand around and landed a hard slap to my ass.

“Ow! You’re supposed to, build up to it.” I grabbed my ass and hopped.  “Super strength does not work with BDSM...well, for me anyway.”

“It was your idea.” He ducked as I slapped at his shoulder.

“It was a dumb idea.” I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Sorry, I spent so many years getting my ass kicked professionally. I don’t think it works in my sex life.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“Maybe we stick to low key kink. Some edibles, light bondage, outfits?” I raised on my tiptoes and nibbled his earlobe.

“I’m not wearing the stealth suit home.” He pushed his nose into my neck.

“I designed it. You’ll wear it.” I kissed along his jaw. He unbelted my robe and pushed his hands under the terrycloth to grab my hips.

“Will you wear the overcoat thing to your uniform?” He murmured into my ear. “Maybe some lacy...things under it?”

“Sure thing, Sir.” I gripped his neck tighter and pulled my feet off the floor to kiss him. He helped and pulled my legs up to wrap around him. He licked into my mouth and started to walk me down the hall.

“Shit.” He bumped into something and I laughed.

“Some super soldier.” I teased him as he tossed me onto the bed. I pulled my robe off my shoulders and shoved it to the floor. I sat with my arms wrapped around my legs, watching Steve pull off his shirt and pants.

“I think I put a hole in the wall. I’ll fix it tomorrow.” He climbed onto the bed and kissed me. I moved my arms and legs, pulling him closer. The heat he gave off was always a small shock when I touched him. Nothing crazy, but like he had a low grade fever.

“Damn, you got some bruises didn’t you?” I ran my hand over his chest and sides. They already looked several days old.

“You did too super agent.” He touched by my hip and down my thigh.

“The guy had a helmet on.” I slapped his hand away and pulled him down on top of me by the back of his neck. He licked his lips and pressed them to mine. He went at it with maximum effort, really anything he did during sex was with maximum effort. I rolled us so I was on top of him and held his wrists on the pillows. I kissed down his collarbone and licked at his pecs. He tried to grab me and I tightened my grip on his wrists.

“Hm, is that how it is?” He grinned down at me. I popped my head up and let go of his wrists.

“Nah.” I leaned forward and rested my elbows on his chest and grabbed his hair in my hands. “I love you, you know. Even if you think you’re in charge sometimes.”

“I know I’m never in charge with you, Ava. I never have been. But thank you for letting me think that on occasion.”

I smiled and kissed him. He pushed one hand into my hair, holding me to him. He was hard under his boxers. I pushed myself against him and he growled in his chest. I lifted up on my knees and fumbled his waistband down, his dick coming free. I used one hand to position him and I lowered onto him. We never broke our kiss, we were panting into one another’s mouth. He gripped my ass with both hands and I made a muffled noise. He stopped immediately and pulled away from my mouth.

“Watch it.” I gasped as I continued to ride him, clenching my inner walls to squeeze his cock.

“I refuse to feel bad.” He panted and grabbed my thighs instead.

I sat up straighter and pushed my hair off my face. He was starting to thrust up into me as I would move down. I twisted, just on the edge of a climax building. I needed to find the right angle. Steve could tell I was reaching and he moved a hand to the apex of my thighs and pressed on my clit. I jerked and whined as I came, falling forward onto his chest. He tilted my head up to make eye contact and I kissed his chin. I felt his cock twitch as he climaxed and his head pressed into the pillow. His hair was plastered to his forehead and his neck arched. His body relaxed and he exhaled slowly.

“Well, that was fun.” I groaned as I sat up and climbed off him. I went to clean myself up in the bathroom and looked at my ass in the mirror. “Oh fuck.”

I finished what I needed to do and went back into the bedroom. Steve had taken care of himself and grabbed a pair of his sweats. He was pulling them on when I walked in and presented my ass to him.

“I repeat, your idea.” He gently placed his hand on the red mark that perfectly matched said hand. It was already healing, I didn’t even feel it, but still.

“I want to train with you now. I just need to borrow Nat’s bracelets first.” I pulled on a tank top style night dress.

“Fair warning, they just slow me down. They don’t drop me.” He was in the bed, propped up against the headboard.

“Oh they will when I’m done with them.” I stuck my tongue between my teeth and grinned as I jumped on him.

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Oh Captain! // Steve Rogers x Reader (P1)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x POC Reader, Nat x Bucky (WinterWidow) Word Count: 2k+ Warning: Language, Fluff, Smut, ‘Captain’ kink. This is a bit of a slow burn. I’m not sorry. 

Summary: How is Steve supposed to resist you when you call him Captain like that? How is anyone supposed to resist those god-forsakenly beautiful thighs? Naturally you both have to fuck it out; your only choice really. WinterWidow makes a brief appearance. Bonus: Tony Stark’s seal of approval.

A/N: Idk why my fics keep starting in the gym, maybe it’s a sneaky way of telling myself I need to work out more. Lmao, ignore me. I’m so sorry. This was supposed to me a short 500 or so word one shot but I’m a goddamn wordy ass ho with no self-control and a shitty understanding of the word ‘short’. Happy New Year everyone 

PART 2

Working out with Captain America was always a spectacle. No one could blame you really.

He always showed up to the training room in a white tee shirt that seemed just maybe a size too small and sweat pants that left nothing to the imagination. Literally not a damn thing. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was doing this on purpose. That man was a walking sex fantasy. You could literally create a successful porno of him just working out. Many of the women (and men, because hello, have you seen Steven Grant Rogers?) in the Tower had arranged their workout schedules around his; he pretended not to notice. On the plus side, everyone seemed to be in the best shape of their lives.

You couldn’t help yourself really; you’d be in the middle of a weight lifting set and would catch yourself inadvertently staring at Steve’s thighs, arms, not-so-subtle dick print, and that glorious chest, oh man his hands...basically any portion of his body that graced your line of sight. You’d catch him staring at you as well. Every time you did your squat sets you swore you could feel his baby blues staring holes into your ass. He might have been a complete gentleman, but you could always tell when a man was staring at your cleavage. It’s one of those skills that women just develop without even realising it. You frequently felt guilty for objectifying him this way but knowing he was doing the same went a long way to alleviate said guilt.

Today was one of those rare days where you and Steve had the training room all to yourself.

“Morning, Captain,” you all but purred. Goddammit Y/N, get yourself under control, you thought.

Steve felt his cock twitch at the sultriness of your tone. Fuck me. He’d never tell a soul but he loved the way you always called him that. You were an absolutely beautiful woman; he’d often catch himself deep in a fantasy of wondering just how delicious your dark copper skin tasted. He’d do almost anything to find out. Maybe today was a bad day to go commando, he wondered briefly.

He cleared his throat, “Good morning, Agent.” The deep brusqueness of his voice sent shivers down your spine. Get a grip, Y/N; he’s Captain America for crying out loud.

You both settled into your warm up routines; he started with a quick jog on the treadmill while you opted for yoga. There was one small problem. The yoga mats just happened to be in front of the treadmill station. Mentally scolding yourself, you decided you’d put all your focus into warming up and stretching. Steve seemed to be paying you no mind; a quick glance his way revealed he’d slipped on some comfy headphones and settled into an easy pace. Distracting yourself with the intensity of yoga worked…for about an hour. You were completely lost when Steve moved to that goddamn punching bag.

Steve wanted to kick himself for decided to start his warm up with a jog. How the hell could he have known you were going to choose yoga? It was a monumental effort to keep his breathing even especially when you did that one fucking pose where your shapely ass tormented him in all the best ways. Running with a raging erection was damn near impossible. They didn’t call him the Super Soldier for nothing. No matter what he did or how many mission reports he fought to focus on, he could not tear his eyes away from the erotic flexibility of your body. His mother would be ashamed; she didn’t raise him to objectify a woman like this, no matter how badly he craved her. Today was definitely a bad day to go commando. He moved to the punching bags hoping they would provide some relief or, at the very least, send his blood rushing somewhere else. It was a feeble attempt really.

If you looked up sexual tension in the dictionary, there’d be a gif of the two of you frustrated as hell working out in the Tower gym and uselessly pretending that you weren’t watching one another with sneaky lustful eyes. You couldn’t even remember how long it’d had been since you’d gotten laid. Working for SHIELD killed any attempt at a social life. Goddamn world governments who couldn’t seem to keep the peace long enough for you to pick up a hot man (or woman) and work out those sexual frustrations you’d racked up over long missions. Giving up on your yoga, you moved to the stationary bikes; perhaps cardio and sweat would burn this heat out of you. Your bastardly libido took that as a challenge.

From his position at the punching bags, Steve could see just how perfectly shaped your legs were on the stationary bikes. Fuck; there goes that raging erection again. Your long curly hair in a messy pony tail gave him unfettered access of your bouncing cleavage. Steve truly didn’t know how much longer he could keep this up. Thankfully, Nat decided to grace the gym with her presence.

“Y/N! Rogers! What are you two doing here so early?” she snickered. She picked up on the tension between the two of you months before.

“Oh you know, the early bird catches the worm and however the rest of that phrase goes,” you replied. She laughed and joined you at the bikes. She settled in with a warm up pace. Neither of you noticed how much harder Steve threw his punches at the sound of your voice. He could hear everything.

“Wanna tell me why it feels like a storm about to break in here?” she murmured just low enough for you to hear…so she thought.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Your face was the picture of pure innocence…as long as you didn’t look at her.

“Oh come on, Y/N. You don’t honestly expect me to believe that?”

“Okay fine!” you hissed, “we’ve been here for the last hour and a half and I am reaching the limits of my self-control. Look at him, Nat. You can’t honestly tell me you don’t want to mount and ride him into the heavens.”

“I’ve got my own Super Soldier for that, Y/N/N.” This was news to you, as far as you knew, she and Barnes has just been flirting, heavily. You suppressed a squeal. This was serious business.

“Tell me something Nat,” you pondered aloud. She already knew where this was going.

“What’s up?”

“Does the serum really make him bigger all over?”

“Let’s just say, he definitely puts my flexibility to the test.” The two of you were giggling like high schoolers when you were suddenly greeted Bucky Barnes.

“Anyone want to tell me why Steve is over there punching the living hell out of those punching bags?” he asked worriedly. You found it endearing the way he and the Captain loved each other.

The first bag was a complete accident. It really was. When the words ‘mount and ride him into the heavens’ left your lips he was so stunned that he forgot to pull his punch to prevent real damage. It went flying. The second bag wasn’t so accidental. His brain tormented him with images of you riding him; fuck, how he wanted to sheath himself inside of you and forget everything else. It went flying too. The third bag wasn’t faring much better than is former counterparts.

Glancing over to Steve, you’d somehow missed the two punching bags he’d completely beaten into submission. They lay desecrated in a pile and leaking sand near him. It was an honorable death, really. It seemed the third was about to join them. Nat let out a low whistle; this was a whole new level of sexual frustration. You dismounted from your bike and made your way over to the horny soldier. He ceased his brutal assault on the bag the moment you crossed his line of sight.

“Y/N! What’s up?” Your quick and watchful eyes didn’t miss the way he licked his lips when he said your name. Damn that mouth haunted your dreams in all the best ways. A not so subtle glance to the front of his sweats told you all that you needed to know. Was he going commando?

“That’s what I was coming over to ask, Captain,” you gestured to the pile of bags, “is everything okay?”

“Just peachy.” If you didn’t know him as well as you did, you’d have believed that lie. Unbeknownst to the two of you, Nat and Bucky crept quietly out of the gym. They had their own sexual tension to resolve.

He walked stiffly to the bench nearby and nearly crushed his water bottle. Taking a swig, he sighed heavily. Your knowing eyes never left his body as he moved to the free weights. Anyone else would have felt like some sort of stalker watching Captain America doing reps, you were so turned on that you couldn’t even be bothered to give a damn. His baby blues met your lustful gaze and he smirked.

“See anything you like?”

“What’s not to like about you, Captain? You’re like walking kryptonite,” you teased. This ‘harmless’ flirting had to peak eventually right? Steve set the free weight back on its shelf and took a deep breath. Your earlier words echoed in his mind; he decided it was now or never.

“Walking kryptonite? Is that the kind where you mount and ride me into the heavens?”

You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of a true reaction. It was time to be bold and brave. Steve held his breath awaiting your response.

“What can I say, Captain. Those thighs are the stuff of legends.”

“Why don’t you come closer and see if they live up to the fantasy?” His Captain voice sent blood rushing straight to your core. You certainly didn’t need to be told twice.

A few short paces later and you were straddling the impossibly tiny waist of your long standing crush. His massive hands slid up your back and freed your tight ponytail. You sighed in relief. The skin tight yoga pants you were wearing did nothing to mask the feeling of his thick cock against your aching cunt. Those plump pink lips were mere inches from yours; something seemed to hold him back.

“Are you sure about this, darlin’?” he asked. Ever the gentleman, it seems.

“Captain, I swear to go-” A bruising kiss cut off your threat. Finally. There was a surprising amount of gentleness in the kiss; the softness of his full lips felt like heaven moving against your own. Steve could never have imagined he’d find someone who truly kissed him breathless. Not since Peggy. He loved the feeling of your short nails digging into his shoulders; he tried his best not to crush you to his chest in an effort to hold you closer. Suddenly, the intercom crackled overhead.

“As happy as I am that the two of you are finally working out your issues, please, for the love of all that is star spangled, not in the gym. I just had it disinfected from the last time Bucky and Nat were left alone too long,” asked Tony Stark. Big Brother sees all, apparently.

With a chuckle, you pulled away from Steve’s kisses. “We hear you loud and clear, Stark.”

Steve was content to just hold you in his arms while you sat in his lap. His cock had other ideas. The heat from your core caused him to throb; your eyes fluttered closed and you moaned softly at the feeling. Steve was immediately intoxicated by the sound. He thrust against you gently, hoping to hear you make it again. Your eyes snapped open at his teasing movements. Leveling him at him with a narrowed gaze, you cocked your head to the side. His poker face revealed absolutely nothing in spite of the mischievous twinkle in his pretty blue eyes; Barnes had taught him well. Two can play that game, you thought. Rolling your slowly hips into his, you leaned into his ear and bit gently. This time his hips bucked involuntarily.

“Bedroom,” you whispered. Steve wasted no time. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he carried you from the gym, down the hall to his quarters. You grinned cheekily at Sam and Wanda who hooted and clapped in approval.

This was gonna be fun.

END P1

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