#starts off all hissing and spitting and 'i swear i will break your arm'

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

Evolution of Eliot/Hardison hugs over the years.

And the one time that Eliot really needed a hug:

Leverage S02E08/S03E10/S04E01/S04E07/S04E10/S05E09/Leverage Redemption S01E16/S02E06.

[m00nlight-ramblings]

Eat Your Young

Astarion and Tav take advantage of the rainy weather in camp. Pure smut, no plot.

Pairings: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: smut, p in v sex, swearing. 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Listen, usually I like a lil plot but Astarion sometimes deserves just some good ole smut, right?! Also inspired by the Hozier song, "Eat Your Young"

REMINDER: my inbox is open for requests!

Astarion's hand roughly ran down your neck, the candles in his tent casting shadows over the space. He hissed in pleasure as his fingers gracefully found your collarbone, his nails tickling the skin around your neck. You groaned, your eyes fluttering closed.

"This is not what I came in here for." You said, even though you knew that was a lie.

Well, partly.

Basically since the beginning of your adventure with the companions, you and Astarion had found yourselves drawn to each other. First as friends, but then quickly into a sexual situation. A way to satiate yourselves, and to have a bit of shining light in the darkness that was all the doom and gloom and battle and blood.

"Oh?" Astarion asked, his mouth dangerously close to your neck, "And what did you actually come in here for?" His voice was melodic, almost a purr. You felt his fangs lightly drag across your neck - enough to leave a scratch, but not enough to break skin. You gasped.

"F-for the book," You were able to choke out, one of your hands finding his hair. You ran your fingers through his locks, earning a quick moan from Astarion, "The book I lent you last week. I know you're done reading it, so-"

"You came all the way across camp in a rain storm for a book you could easily get from me tomorrow?" He pulled away, his eyes twinkling. It was bullshit, and he knew it. "Is that why both of our clothes are off, and were discarded on the floor within 45 seconds of you coming into my tent, my pet?"

"Um..." You bit your lip and both of you smiled, "I'm easily distracted." You tried to argue, but Astarion's lips were on you again, his tongue quickly finding yours. You moaned into his mouth as he pressed his body on yours, his erection pressing into your stomach. Thunder clapped outside, causing you to jump, which caused Astarion to wrap his arm around your back tighter, bringing you closer.

"What do you want, my darling? Tell me," He pulled away from your mouth, but his lips were still touching yours. Your heart pounded in your chest from his breath on your face, "Tell me what you want." His voice was velvet smooth, causing your stomach to clench. You groaned, unable to stop yourself - how did this fucking man know exactly what to say, and exactly what to do to get you going?

"I want your cock in my mouth," You said quickly, it coming out as one breath. His eyebrows raised and he smirked, wordlessly pushing himself to the edge of the bed to give you space. Looking down at his erection, you felt a wave of heat rush to your clit, unable to contain yourself.

Before he could even lay down, your mouth was on his cock hungrily. He moaned in surprise, his voice echoing off the tent walls. Immediately your mouth filled with spit as you worked on his thick member, using your tongue the exact way you knew he loved. His hands found their way into your hair and pulled, causing you to grip the blankets underneath your hands.

"Hells, you're so fucking good," Astarion grumbled, leaning his head back and closing his eyes, "Deeper." He commanded.

You made your way fully down on his member, causing his hips to buck in your mouth. You felt your eyes water a bit, and pulled up, taking your mouth completely off of his cock. "Does that feel good?" You toyed, pumping him in your hand. He moved his head back to look at you, his eyes a deep red. You watched the end of his mouth turn up in the shadow of a smile.

Suddenly, the rain started to beat harder against the tent walls.

In one swift movement, Astarion's hand grabbed your chin, pull you on top of him. His member, slick with your spit and precum, slid against your body, causing you to gasp. He looked between your eyes before hungrily crashing his lips against yours again, this time pulling your hair roughly.

"Not as good as it'll feel when I'm inside of you." He said in your ear, before biting your lobe. You moaned loudly, the noise getting lost in the rain.

"Then fuck me."

"Say please."

"Please, Astarion! I need you."

"You need me to what?"

"To fuck me. I need your dick inside of me." You reached down to his cock and started to pump him again, causing Astarion to erupt a small moan from his lips. He looked into your eyes one final time before he flipped you below him.

"On your stomach." He said, waiting patiently. He was sitting high up on his knees, looking down on you. Now, his cock was in his own hand and he stroked it slowly, taking the full length of his member in his palm. He didn't break eye contact as you got on your belly. Soon, you felt him spread your legs gently, and his body weight pressed on top of you.

"I'm going to fuck you so good, you'll be screaming to the gods by the end of it." He murmured in your ear. You shuddered at his voice, and soon you felt him lining himself up at your entrance.

"Oh, Astarion..." You breathe, your thoughts becoming a jumbled mess. You heard him chuckle before he continued on.

"Are you ready?" He asked. You felt like you couldn't speak, your stomach was so clenched in anticipation. You nodded, and almost instantly his cock was deep inside of you, sending ripples of pleasure throughout your body. You called out, lifting your head. As you lifted your head, Astarion took hold of your hair and pulled.

"Gods, you are so fucking tight." He groaned, every word accentuated by a thrust inside of you. You clapped you hand over your mouth so you wouldn't cry out, but he pulled it away, "Don't. I want everyone to hear."

"Fuck, Astarion!" You called out, his hands finding your hips for better leverage. You felt a heat start to rise within you, causing you to breath harder. "Don't stop! Right there-"

"Right there?" He purred, his voice teasing, "Right there and I'm going to make my good girl come?"

"Yes!" You moaned, his voice ripping through you, "Yes right there and I'm going to come. Don't stop!"

The sound of his cock pounding into you filled the tent as your mind became foggy. The pleasure started to soften the sides of your vision as Astarion gripped your hips, definitely leaving marks for tomorrow. As your words turned into incoherent noises, you felt Astarion thrust into you harder, making sure you felt filled.

"Show me you're a good girl," He murmured, his voice steady; in control. As Astarion often was - in control. It drove you crazy, usually the catalyst in tipping you over the edge. "Be my good girl and come for me."

Finally, you felt yourself spill over him as you cried out his name - the heat rose completely in you and for a moment, Astarion stopped thrusting in you, taking his hands and wrapping them around your waist, so that he could feel your orgasm completely. With your head so close to his, he whispered words of praise in your ear - "Good girl. That's it - come for me. Let me feel it. Give me all of it."

You panted, your thoughts finally starting to align again. As you regained control of your body, Astarion gently flipped you over. Spreading your legs open, he entered you again slowly, earning a whimper from you. Two thrusts in and he caused you to throw your head back, crying his name.

"That's it - that's my girl," He hissed, speeding his thrusts up slowly, "Let me see that pretty face, darling. Your pretty face is going to make me come."

"Astarion, FUCK. You feel so good!" You couldn't help yourself as he started again, one of his hands finding it's way to your erect nipples. He pinched and palmed your tits as they bounced with every thrust - the sight of your body bouncing, and your face calling his name, he wasn't far behind you with an orgasm. But, he wanted it to last...

He wanted to wear you out.

It was always so sexy seeing you struggle in the following days, knowing that he alone was the cause.

"Your cock...feels so good..." You panted, your hands finding their way to his shoulder blades. Thunder clapped again, drowning out the scream you cried as Astarion hit your spot. Once he realized how crazy he was driving you, he smiled.

"All for you," He grunted, "This cock is all for you." Sweat beaded at his temples as he stared into your eyes. They were dark, hungry - he started to get the glint in his eyes that he would before he was sent over the edge.

Astarion pounded into so hard that the bed groaned under the pressure. You could feel Astarion's body start to tense above you, so you gripped Astarion's ass, pushing him deeper into you.

The extra effort made you start to see stars, and Astarion was on the same page; "I'm close," He grunted, touching his forehead to yours, "Hells, you're going to make me come."

"Come for me," You breathed, placing a sloppy, rough kiss on his lips, "Come for me."

Suddenly, Astarion called out your name, and you felt him spill into you. The tension in his body reached his climax and gradually released, his body laying completely on top of you.

The only noise in the tent - besides the pounding rain - was your and Astarion's breathing. The shallow, quick breaths turned into deeper, heftier breaths and you regained your composure, the heating slowly leaving your body.

"Gods, you're beautiful." Astarion murmured, brushing your sweaty hair behind your ear gently. He delicately placed a kiss on your lips as he slid down to your side, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you tight. You sighed contently, running a hand over his side and snuggling your head closer into his shoulder. A moment of silence passed before you spoke.

"I did actually come here for that book, you know." You teased, causing him to chuckle.

"Oh? Would you like me to go get it for you then?" He asked, pretending to get out of bed. You giggled and gently pushed him back down.

"Shut up," You playfully scolded him, "I just wanted to let you know that I didn't just come here to seduce you."

"But darling, it's so much fun getting seduced by you." He looked at you and smirked, his eyes sparkling. You rolled your eyes and placed a kiss on his mouth.

"Well...I guess I'll have to let you borrow my books more often, then."

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My first time doing smut with no plot - I'm gonna be honest, I don't know how I feel about it yet! What did you all think?

Just a reminder: my inbox is open for requestions!

[ryndicate]

Double Down ⨳ Yoshida, Denji

“Didn’t know you were into that stuff.”

warnings: fem body/pronouns, nudes posted without permission, drug use, exhibition, creampie, videos taken with permission, stepcest, infidelity, masturbation, handjob, some spit mentions, premature ejac, implied fuckery, implied theft, if there's more i am just too wacked out to see it so lemme know!

event: @bastardblvd 's slimeball alley collab !! my first submission of who knows how many to come, im gonna try to not go crazy with it, promise

notes: didn't realize until it was done that I could've made it much more slimy but its okay. We'll get 'em next time babes 😩 this idea is expanding on a little blurb I put in cassie's inbox once, i included it in the fic itself with some itty bitty changes

By expanding, you are consenting to viewing adult/dark content, and all warnings listed above. 18+ Minors DNI

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Your fist slams on the bathroom door. “I swear to god, Denji! Where the fuck did you get those! Delete them now!”

“I already told you, Power found them online!” Your stepbrother yells back through the door, keeping his weight against the handle so that you can’t force your way in.

“You’re full of shit you fucking perv! You took them off my phone or something.”

“Wanna fucking bet? The real perv is that prettyboy bastard you call baby,” Denji sneers back, yelping as you get a good shove in on the creaking wood.

Your efforts to break the bathroom door pause. “The hell’re you talking about?”

“I told you he was trouble the day you two met. What—you think I was lying?”

You growl under your breath at the barenecked taunt in Denji’s voice. Yeah he told you, one time before he got high out of his mind. The only reason you even met Yoshida Hirofumi was because he hooked your stepbrother up a couple times, and you begged to tag along once. That situation ended with your brother counting stars on his buddy’s ceiling while you saw them on the backs of your eyelids with the guy’s lips wrapped around your clit. 

One thing led to another, and that “prettyboy bastard” became your boyfriend. He’s a bit of an ass, but Yoshida’s also sweet and funny, doesn’t roll his eyes at your music choices, doesn’t bat an eye when you want to go out with your friends, and is full of sexy, smirky sass that makes him so fun to be around. Sure, you sent him some photos, but he wouldn’t have put them out anywhere.

Your anger deflates, but your indignance does not. You step away from the bathroom door. “He’s got nothing to do with this.”

Denji throws the door open with a toothy grin, repeating himself. “You wanna bet?”

“You know what, yeah!” you snap at him, crossing your arms as he leans in the doorway, still looking smug. 

“Your boyfriend put your pics up on OnlyFans, and he’s using the money to pay for his xanny. If I’m right, you two gotta upload a video. Together,” Denji states, his eyebrows furrowed in twisted delight that makes you sneer at him.

“You’re disgusting!”

“Yeah? Tell me what you get if you win.”

Caught up in his childish bullshit, you push at his shoulder. “You gotta start an OnlyFans if you’re wrong, which you are. And you gotta wear lingerie.”

His smirk full drops at that, and he glares at you, cheeks darkerning. “Now who’s a perv.”

“This whole shit was your idea!”

“Lingerie?”

“How is wearing lingerie worse than telling your stepsister to fuck and post a video about it?!”

“Shut up!”

“And since we’re on the topic, I swear to god if you don’t stop taking my shit out of the laundry I’m gonna tell that redheaded lady at the DMV that she’s at the very top of your fap list.”

His blush deepens and he palms your face backwards in a light push. “The fuck she is. Shut up.”

“Yeah well, me and the thin fucking walls in this apartment would have to disagree.”

“Go find your boyfriend.”

“‘M gonna.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck him,” you hiss in barely supressed rage, gripping your boyfriend’s phone so tight you’re disappointed when it doesn’t crack. 

You’d waited for his high to hit him and let him drift off before going through his phone—what’s the point of asking him outright if it’s not true, right? No reason to stir the pot. But your stomach had dropped with unease when the account site was in his search history; you tried to brush it off as maybe he gets off to a set of camgirls, but the moment you saw the login info presaved—as in frequent entry—you began to forget the bet altogether.

Now your jaw is clenched, seething as you scroll through every racy picture you ever sent him. Each have thousands of views, hundreds of comments and jeez—so many subscribers. The heat of betrayal simmers through you. Your jaw drops at the total that’s set to drop into his account at the end of the week and resist the urge to slap Yoshida awake, but instead you set about trying to change the banking and login info, only to get halted by an infowall. Frustrated, you slip off the bed and call your stepbrother, edging into Yoshida’s bathroom so you don’t wake him up.

“You were right, and you fucking knew it, didn’t you? You set me up.” you hiss into the device as soon as he picks up with a mumbled ‘sup. You can hear voices and music in the background, paired with light explosions. You assume he’s out with his friends, probably gaming like usual. 

“You didn’t have to agree. Wait—” there’s the sound of the phone moving around and suddenly the music is gone. “Does that mean you’re gonna do it?”

“That’s besides the point, Denji!”

“Oh fuck, you are!”

“Chill your boner,” you snap, “‘m not gonna do it unless you help me!”

“Help you? What, like you want me to hold the camera or something?”

“Denji, I swear to god—”

“I’m kidding, jeez.”

“I can’t change the account info. They’re my pictures, and they’re already out there! He shouldn’t get to make money off of me.”

“Wait, so you want to keep the account?” He asks curiously. You hear a door slamming and wonder if he’s still moving, or if his friends are.

“Dude, we’ll have rent and anything else covered for the whole month with a single week’s drop from this thing. I don’t see a reason not to. I can quit Mcdonald’s!”

“Shit, for real? Lemme talk to Denki, ‘m pretty sure he knows a guy.”

“Thank you,” you coo into the phone.

“Yeah, yeah, just make sure you pay up.” You can hear his pervy smile, and you grumble a sulky fine at him.

“Ok. But he’s gotta do it soon. It pays out in a couple of days.”

“I’ll give him some cash to see if he can do it tonight. Don’t see why he’d say no—" Denji sounds a lot further away from the phone now, "—Oi! Don't bro! Give it back."

A familiar voice purrs into the receiver and you roll your eyes. "Heyyy, princess. You with that Yoshida guy still or are we allowed to hang now?"

"Byeee, Kiri. Tell Kat hi f'me." You hang up with a smile and leave the bathroom, glaring at your supposed boyfriend still sleeping. You never heard him say he was working and you always kinda wondered where he was getting his cash, but you always just thought he was dealing or something. Not the kind of think you ask about. You obviously should’ve asked.

You crawl into his lap and begin sucking on his exposed throat, admiring the sharp lines, the bob of his adam’s apple as thick lashes flutter open. 

“Mmm,” Yoshida moans. “Damn, was I out long?”

“Nah,” you hum, slipping your fingers up his shirt, smoothing over his waistline. “Got bored without you, that’s all.”

“Yeah, baby?” He grins up at you, dark eyes fuzzed out and sultry, and his hands come up to settle on your hips, easing you into a slow grind. “Wanna do something?”

“Mm. Maybe,” you tease softly, pushing his shirt up his chest and leaning down to wrap your lips around his nipples. He groans at the warm, slick suction, arching into your touch. 

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes out, his cock swelling beneath you. 

“Maybe I wanna do something…different.”

Yoshida grins up at you, half-lidded. “Yeah? Like what?”

Your nails make pink lines down his chest as you lean in to whisper in his ear. “What if you fucked me, and we let some people watch?”

His fingers dig into the fat of your waist, his dick thumping beneath you. “Anyone I know?”

Yoshida’s pupils have overtaken his coal irises, and you give him an inviting smile. “No one specific. I was thinking more like…a video or something. I wanna be able to see it later.”

“Holy fuck, baby. That’s sexy,” Yoshida grins up at you. “Didn’t know you were into that stuff.”

“Me either,” you breath softly, rocking yourself over his covered erection.

You’re left to yelp as he displaces you from your seat on his lap and pulls you out of the bed by your wrist with a wide smirk. “Come on.”

“Wait, where are we going?”

“Don’t worry baby, I just wanna pick something up at the Malmart first.”

“Fine, I guess,” you pout at him and his smirk only grows.

“‘S okay, baby. I’ll give you something too.”

“This is not what I meant when I said video, Hirofumi!” you gasp out. Your fingers are splayed out on the hood of his car as you try to stay upright. “Someone could actually see us!”

"If you don't wanna be seen, you gotta cum. Cause I'm not stopping til you cum."

"Fuck, fuck please, just hurry up!" You plead, half your words caught between whines and whimpers as he pounds into you from behind, your skirt flipped over your back.

"You think I'm not fucking you like I mean it?" There's so much smile in his voice that you want to call him on his bullshit for once, but the solid smacking of his hips into yours, the head of his dick pressing as deep as it can go with every thrust quickly makes you forget what you're snapping at him for.

"Just‐just, fucking make cum– ‘fumi!" You're desperately telling yourself you don't want to be seen. It's the middle of the night, so even here, parked under the one of the many lightposts that don’t work in grimetown's 24-hour walmart parking lot, the risk of anyone seeing is slim.

But not zero. Especially with the light from his phone camera shining down on your exposed lower half. You’re like a slutty beacon for whoever might be looking this way.

"I'm working on it baby, you gotta relax." His fingers slide around your waist, brushing past your clit and forcing a frustrated whimper past your lips at the neglect, to drag them through the slick dripping obscenely from your pussy lips. It's dripping to the rusted black hood, making it glisten. He aims the camera down at them before moving it back to the way your pussy clings to his cock. "You're so fucking wet for this, you'd think the whole thing was your idea. Well, most of it was."

You don't answer him, trying to work yourself back on him, chasing that fluttering heat twisting itself tighter and tigher with each passing second.

"Good girl, look at you. Fuck, look how bad you want—"

"Oi! Get the fuck out of here before I—"

Your whole body locks up at the tired but authoritative voice that rings across the lot.

Your boyfriend calls back. "C'mon man, have a heart. Let me finish her off and I'll give you a look." Except his last syllable staggers off with a groan, broken with a laugh as his grip on your hips tightens to a bruising pressure. The vice grip of your cunt has him looking down to sees your juices gush around the girth of his cock, dripping down your thighs to dirty the hood of his car even more. The sight pushes pushes him over and he calls out again, his voice tight but smug.

"Nevermind, we're done here."

He gets one last shot of his cum dripping out of you before closing out the livefeed.

“It’s like four in the morning,” Denji grumbles, rubbing one of his eyes as he cracks his bedroom open further at the sight of you. “Thought you were Power or somethin’, jeez.”

Denji blinks the blur from his eyes, zeroing in on your screen, and you just about hear his pupils expanding. He pulls a shaky inhale and you roll your eyes.

“Done. Bet over, and here’s your damn proof,” you grumble right back, slamming your phone against his chest and shoving your way into his bedroom to flop down into his bed. It had taken over an hour to convince Yoshida back to his place and get him to fool around enough for him to pass out and you to sneak back home.

"Also Kiri wants you to call him back. He's mad you hung up on him."

A small grin curls your lips but you don't respond, wiggling deeper into his mattress until you're comfortable.

He throws himself down in the bed next to you. “Turn on my speakers.” 

“Or you could just wear headphones, you freak.”

“Nah. Turn ‘em on.”

With an exaggerated sigh, you stretch out to reach up to his desk, turning on the bluetooth speakers that he usually uses to be a nuisance when he’s smoking. “If your dad was home, I’d kill you for this.”

“You’re not even breaking up with him, are you?” Denji chortles, ignoring your bickering. His eyes are glued to the screen as he shoves a hand into his loosened shorts. “What the fuck, you guys were outside?”

You shrug. The video’s only been up for a couple hours and it already has triple the views and donations of all the photos Yoshida has put up so far. “Looks like he’s gonna be making me lots of money, so why not? It’s the least he could do to pay me back.”

Your stepbrother doesn’t answer you, his breathing getting heavier. You close your eyes and sigh as the sounds wet sounds and your own whiny moaning starts bouncing off the walls of his room, wondering to yourself if you really sound like that or if part of you was exaggerating because of the camera. The mattress creaks every now and then as his hips jump, his arm brushing your side as he grinds into his own fist. 

You roll to face him, taking in the sound of his stuttered breaths, the muted slick sound of his fist pumping in his shorts. “So what about this gets you so riled up?”

Denji groans, stomach rippling where his shirt is pulled up around his midsection. “I’nno, it’s hot, isn’t it?”

You keep prodding, “What is? Yoshida? Or me?”

He gives a small whine that has your pulse picking up in sick interest, so you continue. “Was Power really the one to find it? Or…you were subbed to the account, weren’t you Denji?”

“Mm- maybe?”

“Shit,” you whisper to yourself, listening to your own voice begging to cum, shifting your weight onto your arm so you can look at him. A strange curiosity has taken over your body. He looks wrecked but his eyes are still on the screen. “Denji, look at me.”

Your body tingles as his eyes tear towards you, but he’s still got a hand around himself, hidden from your eyes. “Can I touch it?”

“You wanna what?” he moans, just barely, teeth digging into his lip.

“Can I jerk you off?”

You’re a little surprised when he actually hesitates. You’ve tolerated it all this time; as much as he pervs out on you, and your stuff, yet somehow he’s got a little crumb of morality left in there somewhere. And right now…you wanna kill it.

“My panties, my pictures…is this really any different?” you ask softly, sweetly, as you run with this electric current, placing your hand over his covered groin. You grin as his hand immediately goes slack at your touch and slips out of his shorts, and you get to feel for the first time how hard he is, rubbing over the smooth fabric, feeling out the shape of him.

“I mean…I guess not.” He sucks in a breath as you grip him over his shorts and give a couple experimental strokes. “B-but what about—?”

Denji’s head drops back to the pillows with a groan, phone in a death grip as you tug his waistband down, his dick slapping free. It’s pretty and slender, flushed deep red.

“What about what?”

“What about prettyboy, huh?” He finally gets it out as you spit in your hand and take him up again, stroking him steadily from base to tip, squeezing at the top with a gentle twist of your wrist. Yoshida always seemed to like it, seems like he does too. 

“That’s what you’re worried about? Not the whole stepsister thing?” You shrug. You’re still stung about Yoshida’s betrayal, so this feels like a little bit of retribution. A little bit. You still need to find more ways to make him pay first, but this is a good start. “Yeah, he’s my boyfriend, but ‘s not like you and me are dating, Denji. It’s a handjob. What’re you gonna do, marry me?”

Denji splutters and his dick throbs in your hand. “Don- Don’t say stupid shit!”

You coo at him and his lips part, panting hard as you work him faster. 

“What– haa, what if it wasn’t just a handjob? What then?” Denji gives a low moan as you settle over his lower thighs so you can gently cup his balls. They seem to tighten under your touch, before he relaxes and he tries to look at you. 

“What, like my mouth or something?” you ask playfully, leaning over and showing him your tongue, letting a strand of spit drip down to his dick.

A litany of curses tumblr from his mouth as Denji squeezes his eyes shut, fingers twisting into the pillow beneath his head as his cock jerks and shoots a load of hot sticky white into your palm, getting smeared down his throbbing shaft as you slowly work him through his high until only a couple dribbles get pressed out by a final pass of your thumb over his slit.

“Wasn’t expecting you to finish already.” You wipe your hand off on his comforter and try to ignore the throbbing in your panties. You feel like you can still imagine the slick from earlier tonight seeping out of you, but it’s as if it’s no longer enough.

“Holy fuck,” he mumbles under his breath, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes as he calms his breathing enough to raise himself up on his forearms. He watches you as you take your phone and flop down next to him. “I didn’t even get to see the rest of the video.”

“It’s online now, freak. You can watch it whenever.”

“Yeah...” 

You’re too busy trying to go through the account settings to notice the way he’s eyeing up your thighs; he hasn’t even put his dick away yet. 

“Hey,” he mutters softly, ignoring your glare when he puts a hand on your thighs and pulls them open. “If you can touch me, does that mean I get to touch you?”

Your pulse jumps and you try to keep your true thoughts hidden as you hide back behind your phone. “I guess that’s fair. If you wanted to.”

You can hear the click of Denji’s throat as he swallows, and you can’t stop the low whimper as his calloused fingers brush your inner thigh, right at the edge of your panties. 

They’re warm as they brush over the seat of your panties, timid but curious as they explore the surface, stroking over the tempting warmth and wet seeping through the thin fabric. A bolt of pleasure bursts and has your gut clenching as he swirls over your clothed clit

“H-hey, wait,” you say suddenly, nerves getting the better of you as you try to make sense of Denji taking control of your body. “It got switch but this isn’t my banking info. Is it yours?” You flip the screen towards him, and his brown eyes squint in the pale blue light.

“Uh, nah, that’s not mine.”

You mewl as he pulls your panties to the side and traces a finger through your folds, delicate, hungry. “Who did you say– mm, h-hacked the account for me?”

“I told you. M’friend Denki, his buddy did it. That purple-haired guy who works at the smoke shop.”

“The one wi—” you suck in a breath as he sinks his index finger into you. “With the tattoos?”

“Yeah him,” Denji mumbles, hardly paying attention to your words. He’s grinding against the bed as he pushes his middle in alongside it, imagining the tight squeeze around his dick instead.

Your groan is part pleasure, part dismay as you realize just who he’s talking about. “Oh fuck me.”

Denji bullies his way between your thighs in an instant.

“N-no, Den– that’s not what I meant!”

[galacticseonghwa]

seeing red - Yuta Nakamoto

INCLUDES: fem!reader X vampire!yuta, oneshot?, pet names, red hair yuta, suggestive content, swearing, dom yuta, reader is a bit of a brat, a lot of other things ig, mentioning of "murder" wc: 769 a/n: not proofread

yuta’s curious eyes followed your figure as you paced back and forth in front of him cursing under your breath. “you say that any louder and taeyong will break down my bedroom door and murder you himself.” yuta spoke as he sat down on the end of his bed, as he stared up at the you who was still moving back and forth before him.

your eyes instantly snapped towards the red-haired male who was already looking at you with his eyebrows raised and a taunting smirk on his lips. you noticed that he was fidgeting with the rings on his fingers. his finger flexed under your gaze, swallowing harshly you turned away from him.

yuta knew all of your weaknesses and how to make you beg down on your knees, like the back of his hand. he knew that your biggest weakness was himself and in most situations, he’d use it to his advantage, like in this very moment.

a sly smirk painted his lips as he watched your eyes fix on his hands. you couldn’t think of anything other than his hands, his hands in places you needed them not too long ago, but you quickly shook your head and moved your eyes to his face. 

“keep talking and i won't be the only one murdered here.” you scoff as you roll your eyes at the red-haired male. yuta raised his eyebrows and scoffed out a laugh at the tone his lover had used. in a flash he had you in his hands, his left hand gripping your chin to keep your eyes on him.

“use that tone with me again and i’ll be sure you won’t be able to speak for the next week. got it?” he spoke in a deep tone as his eyes flickered over your own. your mouth instantly shuts as you nod your head vigorously.

“you have a mouth, use it princess.” yuta taunted as he tilted your head up to meet his own. “i got it” you spit out quickly with a frown on your face.

yuta hummed in contentment, planting a quick kiss on your lips before moving away back to his spot on the end of his bed. you stood dumbfounded for a couple of seconds before swearing under your breath again. yuta rolled his eyes at this and kissed his teeth.

if it was any other day, you’d find yuta kissing his teeth to be the most attractive thing known to mankind. but today, you’re on the brink of wanting to rip his head off.

“stop pacing back and forth. you’re starting to piss me off.” yuta hissed and watched as you give him a look and continued pacing the room. “if i get up and you’re still pacing the room.” yuta paused as he tilted his head and rested his hands on his knees.

you continued pacing the room but would look from the floor to your lover and back again. “i’m gonna throw you on my bed and fuck you until my name is all you remember.” yuta spoke. You stared at him for a couple of seconds before you continued pacing.

yuta stood up and watched as you tried to run for the bedroom door. in the blink of an eye, yuta had you wrapped in his arms and over his shoulder. “no! yuta!” you all but screamed in what could only be described as horror as yuta carried you to his bed.

yuta threw you onto his bed, climbed on top of you, and did nothing but stare at you. “what’s wrong, baby girl? you were begging for me just a couple of hours ago.” yuta taunted in a whisper as he leaned down and nibbled on your ear.

“that was a couple of hours ago.” you scoffed while trying to move away from the red-haired male on top of you. against your own will, yuta pinned your hands above your head on the bed while resting his hips on yours to keep you further pinned to the bed.

yuta ran the tip of his nose along your neck to your jaw then moved his lips to yours before speaking. “what if i want you now?” he whispered against your lips and watched with a smirk as your eyes darkened in a way he knew all too well. 

“then you better fuck me like you mean it.” you say through clenched teeth and pull yuta into you by the back of his neck.

“there’s my good girl, hmm?” yuta hummed and slipped his hands under your shirt, thumb grazing the underside of your boobs.

[legendary-pink-dot]

To Be Explored Later

Pairing: Francisco "Catfish" Morales x Santiago "Pope" Garcia x female reader

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warnings: Swearing, dirty talk, rough-ish sex, hair pulling, oral sex (m receiving), a couple of spanks, edging if you squint, also yearning m/m if you squint, unprotected PIV, snowballing, threesome, dom!Santi.

WC: 1.7K

Notes: Not beta'ed, sorry. First time publishing. PWP, this was just not the time for a setup or plot. Rest assured that boundaries were talked about and consent freely given by all parties before any action happens, even though that discussion isn't included in the story. We love a Consent King here. Hope you enjoy, and thank you to my dear cheerleaders and fellow Pedro Pascal sluts @basicoccult @sweettoothsugarfix @lifewithoutcosette 🥰

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Getting railed from behind by Santiago as you sucked his best friend and teammate’s cock? Not where you thought you’d be on a Friday night, especially not when they’re about to leave for a mission. What a sweet goodbye present you were being given.

What had started as an exploratory licking of Frankie’s cock had devolved, expanded, evolved into a full-on face fucking. Delicious but fast and deep, much too deep. You pull your mouth off him, gasping for air, and he whines. Fucking whines. A battle-hardened Delta Force pilot whose calm never breaks, even when crashing a helicopter, and you made him whimper like a kitten begging for milk. This is the kind of power you crave, and Santi knows exactly how to give it to you.

Santi doesn’t stop his thrusts. He snakes an arm under yours to crush his full weight against you, shoving you into the mattress and taking what little bit of breath you’d managed to suck in. "What’s the matter, hermosa? Been begging me for weeks to let you suck Fish’s cock.” He bites the sweet swan curve of your neck.

You glance up with the one eye not completely smushed into the pillow and see Frankie leaning back against the headboard, breath heaving, watching you with a hungry stare that doesn’t waver an inch. The intensity would scare you if you didn’t know how much of a softie he actually was. Too kind for this cruel world, and all that.

“So desperate for it that I finally caved and said okay. Now you’re gonna show some gratitude and fucking take it, cariño,” Santi rasps, punctuating with sweet hot thrusts into your cunt that’s somehow still getting even wetter. “Fucking. All. Of. It.”

Frankie smirks lecherously and swipes his thumb slowly over his bottom lip, eyes still fixed on yours, in promise you hope.

One extra deep stab of Santi’s cock inside you to make you cry out before he sits back and pulls you up to sit in his lap, crooking a finger at Frankie in invitation. No second invitation needed.

Frankie moves back to you, his hard cock swinging. You know he wants to slap it against your face, bob it on your tongue. Feed it to you while he holds your jaw open with a firm hand. Or maybe that’s only what you want. His eyes still fixed on you so solidly that you wonder if he’s even blinked once since this started. 

“Be a good girl for him,” Santi hums, gently swiping your hair out of your face and into a loose bunch. “I’ll help you. Here.”

He fists your bunched hair and pulls your head back, hard. Straight rail line of nerves travelling from your scalp to your cunt, and he knows every stop on the route. Santi’s calloused hand spans the entire back of your skull and settles fingers into the grooves as he pushes your head forward, forcing your mouth to slide down Frankie’s cock, inch by torturously slow inch. Frankie hisses, cool droplets of spit raining on your forehead, soothing the fire.

True to his word, Santi doesn’t stop until you’ve taken all of it, right down to the base until you’re almost choking. “That’s it. Look how pretty. Doesn’t her mouth feel sweet, Fish? Fucking told you it would.”

Frankie groans loudly and stills himself, dangerously close, wrapping a hand around Santiago’s to keep your head right where it is. Santi stops moving inside you and you feel their fingers intertwine in your hair. Strangely sweet, probably an unconscious gesture. Something worth exploring. Later.

Frankie’s other hand snakes around Santi’s bicep for balance as he lets Santi pull your head back, all the way off until only the tip is left resting on your tongue. It’s delicious and just when you think you finally have a moment to appreciate it, Santi shoves your head down roughly again and quickly back up, forcibly driving your mouth up and down Frankie’s length, setting a brutal pace. “Yeah, that’s it,” he croons. “Fuck. Swallow it. Take it. Take him.”

You cry out. Or it would have been a cry, if your mouth hadn’t been stuffed so full of cock. Tears start to form in your eyes, you gag, but you keep going, because Santi told you to and he wants you to. You want to. And you’ll take Frankie any way you can get him. Santi has never entertained the possibility of sharing you, ever. This is special.

A hard smack on your ass brings you back. Santi starts driving back into you, in and out, wrecking your cunt from behind, one hand still gripping your skull and the other now around the front of your neck, one finger stroking under your jaw as Frankie holds him up and braces him with all his strength.

“I can feel him fucking your throat, cariño,” Santi gasps. “He’s so fucking big. You’re such a good girl, such a good filthy fucking sweet girl, taking him like this.” You squeal around Frankie’s cock at the praise and he twitches in your mouth with a loud groan. Oh, you are a good girl. So good. You know it.

“Who do you want to come in you first, Fish or me? Nod once for him, twice for me."

Santi shifts his angle to hit that sweetest of spots inside you and you don’t know, don’t care, can’t move, just don’t stop. Sliding into that blissed-out zone where time stands still, where you lose all connection with everyone and everything. Haze and stars.

Smack. “Answer me when I’m fucking you. Him or me?”

Strong fingers press bruises into your shoulder and you don’t know whose they are, don’t care, give me all the bruises please, mark me as a reminder of you for when you’re gone. You’re so close to coming that you almost bite down on Frankie’s cock. That just makes him moan lounder, thrust harder, you feel the heat of his stare on your face even if you can’t see it. You nod once.

Frankie finally pipes up, breathless and heaving. You like how he only speaks when he has something to say. “Both. She wants both, don’t you, honey?” Is this the way he talks during a mission, voice so deep and intentional? Shit. Gimme more of that. Your shaking legs and throbbing clit can wait.

You pull your mouth off him with a wet, pornographically loud slurp and meet his whining stare. Fuck that intense gaze, going straight to your cunt like that, especially when it’s on fire. Special indeed.

“I’m not sure,” you murmur shyly in your most fake innocent-virgin voice as Santi grinds to a halt inside you with a yelp and a squeeze. You know he hates edging himself, he’s not a man of great patience. “That sounds a little… dirty. How do you two know when the other is about to come?”

Frankie’s eyes dart for a second towards Santi and back to you, flecks of panicked black pepper in a chocolate gaze. Gotcha. They’ve definitely done stuff before. Another thing for the Explore Later file, yes please, fuck yes if I ever get this chance again.

Santi’s breath is warm against your neck. "Don’t worry about that, hermosa. Worry about me being fucking jealous of how desperate you are for our guest. I’ll make you pay for it tomorrow.”

You wriggle your ass against his crotch and wink at Frankie, who still stares at you, the tip of his cock painted bemused scarlet and resting a millimeter from your swollen mouth. “Oh no,” you whine in the highest fakery, licking your lips and holding his gaze. Eye fucking never looked so good. Bad pun.

Rough hands on your hips, hitching you up into position. “Maleducado. I told you to show some fucking gratitude. Be nice or I won’t let you come tonight.” Empty promises. Santi’s already reaching for your clit. “We’re gonna fill you up now. Eyes on him." They already are.

Santi slams back inside you, lurching you forward, and you swallow Frankie’s cock in one gulp. Both slides sweet as honey, both men slotting home, perfect match. No more words.

Frankie has no sentences now. No intention, only sound that makes perfect sense and none. Eyes still on you.

Santi’s hand is doing its work on your clit and nerves start to fire in your core, burst on your tongue, the roof of your mouth, even down to the roots of your teeth and melting into your bones. Santi always knows. "That's it, I've got you. We've got you. You’ve been so good to us, you deserve this, come for us, cariño." Good words, breathlessly spoken just for you, or maybe for all of you.

You come first. Your moans vibrate around the velvet hardness of Frankie’s cock and he’s next to shatter, his voice deeper than you’ve ever heard it, some kind of neediness mixed with liquid heat splashing on your tastebuds and slipping down your throat. You reserve some, keep it close, willing it to rest in the mouth that you no longer have control over, as he holds himself in you as long as he can.

It all tips Santiago over the edge as he gushes more praise for you, his good girl, his good fucking girl, and you take it, all of it, like he said you would.

You twist your head around to give Santi a kiss. He also deserves a goodbye present. You swallow his moans as you feed him Frankie’s come, still hot and thick in your mouth, letting him suck it off your tongue until he’s full and sated.

He reaches out a tired arm and pulls Frankie towards him, giving him a taste of himself, being sure to let you watch how their stubbly faces scratch against each other as their tongues whirl and slide. Frankie doesn’t seem surprised at this, at all, and you watch his throat bob as he swallows what’s left. His eyes aren’t on you anymore. They’re on Santi’s.

You have so many notes now for your Explore Later file. Just come back from the mission please, boys.

[irisintheafterglow]

Hi, first of all I would like to say that your blog gives me so much comfort. You seem like such a loving and kind person and I love to read your writing. I adore the co-parenting series and am honestly looking forward to reading more parts <3 (no pressure tho, just wanted to say that I love it)

Actually, I wanted to make a request. The song 'Deep Sea' by 'Snail Mail' has been stuck in my head for weeks, the lyrics kill me every time and I could imagine some heartbreaking angst based on the song. I saw that you don’t write reader or character deaths and it doesn’t have to be that. Maybe a breakup or something like that, it’s really up to you and up to whatever the song might inspire you to write. For the pairing I love Gojo and also Getou or Choso, but I just want you to write whoever you like! 🤪

I had the idea for that request earlier today and made a post about it (that I have since deleted) because you came to my mind and I just really wanted to try my luck and ask you if you would maybe like to write about it 💞

Hope you’re having a great day, thank you <3

it took so long to know someone like you (gojo x you)

cw: breakup, chest-aching angst, swearing, emotionally constipated satoru where he doesn't know how to be vulnerable with someone so his first instinct is to push them away :))))))))))

note: HI!!! thank you for the love, i'm so sorry that this is so late, hopefully you still like it. pro tip, listen to travis atreo's cover of "when she loved me" along with the song mentioned to make reading this extra painful. again, thank you for the love and the ask. i hope you like this!!!

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

"don't look at me like that."

"if you don't like it, stop looking," you laugh humorlessly, feeling your heart twist like a wet rag with every shallow breath. "you just told me you don't want me; i think it's valid i can look however i want." your voice breaks off at the end of the sentence and you blink at the darkening clouds above. a storm was coming, but you felt like one had already devastated you.

"that-that's not what i meant," he says through gritted teeth, avoiding your glaring eyes in shame. "i just need a break. is that so bad?" every word felt like a separate cut to your soul and you were slowly bleeding out in the fucking mall parking lot.

"but, why? i'm just not good enough for you?" you practically spit your questions like snake venom. you hoped they stung, hoped the burned into his memory like his promises that he'd give you a future. high and mighty gojo satoru, reduced to a puddle in your arms and vowing that he was yours forever. pathetic. "finally got tired of me, is that it?"

"no," he croaked. "no, no. i just-i don't know who i am when i'm with you." the sky was falling and you hoped the ground crumbled beneath your muddy shoes. "and, that scares me."

"you don't like who you are when you're with me," you echo hollowly, taking a shaky breath and pulling your jacket closer to your body like a safety blanket. "that's really a shame, since i really liked how you were with me," you huff another painfully mirthless laugh that turns into a sob. on instinct, he reaches out to touch you but you pull away like he was radioactive waste. "making all those lofty promises, letting me think that i was your forever and eternity and everything after that. you're really an asshole for that one, you know that?"

"i never said anything like that," he protests even though you know damn well that he's lying. raindrops start to catch on his hair, making it glisten like he was sent from heaven. too bad his words didn't match. "even if i said those things, i can't guarantee i actually meant it, so i'm sorry."

ouch.

"you're sorry? you're sorry?" you have to take a step backward or else you'd have actually slammed your knuckles against his infuriatingly perfect cheek. "gee, thanks! i'll remember that next time anyone says they love me," you hiss and relish in the way he flinches. "they could just be kidding, after all, right? stupid me." it took so long to finally get through to him, to stand steady enough that he let down his walls, and suddenly he was throwing them up again and shutting you out.

if you were completely honest and without your stubborn pride, you'd admit that you understood what he was talking about. it was a little lonely being with him, especially when you didn't have any more time for self-discovery without worrying about another human being. you lost track of time when you were with him and lost a little bit of yourself, too, and you weren't sure if he was adequately filling that emptiness. you had no idea how to discuss it, let alone navigate it, and it struck a crack that only grew larger. neither of you knew how to cope with this, it seemed, and that's how you ended up sobbing on the asphalt in front of the man you believed you were going to marry.

"don't you wonder who we could be without each other? we could be anyone," he insists but nothing gets through to you.

"i don't know who i am without you, satoru," you whisper defeatedly and it's like you can hear his heart start to crumble. he did this to you, and you watched him realize it in real-time. he didn't know what he was saying anymore. he felt too far deep in that he didn't remember why he was asking for a break in the first place. all that he knew was that he was hurting you and every nerve in his body screamed at him to fix it, fix it, fix it. you sigh tiredly, shivering in the cold sheets of water that were starting to fall. "look, if you need time, then take it. take all that you need."

"but-"

"no. i can't do this to myself if you won't even try anymore. goodbye satoru. a stupid part of me still loves you." as you slip into your car and accelerate away from him, he doesn't have the chance to say it back.

to tell you that the stupid whole of him still loved you, too.

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[clintbartonswife]

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Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader Summary: You’d think that surviving a near-death experience together would have a bonding effect, but I guess you thought wrong.  Whumptober prompt # 5 : debris Whumptober prompt # 10 : stranded  Whumptober prompt #15 : makeshift bandages / suppressed suffering / 'im fine' Notes:  graphic descriptions of injuries, excessive swearing (give them a break, they’re stranded), some suggestive comments/language, enemies to lovers (oop) masterlist   ||   part one

You swore under your breath as you walked, stumbling every now and then as your feet dragged against the uneven floor, cursing every power you could think of. By the time you had reached the shore, you had done everything short of screaming ‘why abandon me with him?’ to the sky. 

Some stubborn part of you wanted to find a way to stay away from Steve, set up your own camp and tell him to fuck off when he came crawling back for help. Realistically, you knew that he had all the supplies with him and that you wouldn’t survive too long with a still-open wound, but the fantasy made you slightly happier.

Your attention focused on the palm trees providing slithers of shade, a few coconuts scattered across the sand.

“Take that, you prick.” you muttered with a grin, “Not so useless, huh.”

Kneeling down, you reached to pick one up, flinching as your arm throbbed. The makeshift bandage had done its’ job admirably, but the fabric had turned heavy, ruddy brown crust clinging to the sides.

“Okay, ew.” Wincing, you started to unravel the bandage, hissing as it pulled at the sore broken skin. 

You thought about going back for help, quickly dismissing it. You didn't want to appear weak. The desperate part of your brain started searching for another way - stomach dropping as it screeched to an all-or-nothing conclusion: cauterisation. 

“Fuck it all to hell.”

Using the fallen branches from the palm trees, you created a pile of kindling, using your survival training - you’d apologise for whining about it to Clint later - to start a flame. As the fire grew, you walked back over to the stream.

Gritting your teeth, you knelt down, splashing some of the clear water on the wound. As the red washed down your arm, you scanned the shore for any sort of metal, quickly finding a piece of the quinjet that had washed ashore from the wreckage.

You now stood over the roaring fire, holding a broken off segment of the quinjet wing in the flames. As the end began to glow a fierce orange, you took a steadying breath.

There was no avoiding the fact that this was going to hurt like a bitch.

“Just do it,” you huffed, trying to hype yourself up with a few jumps. “Just press it on. It’s not that hard. It’s fine!”

You took a few more quick breaths, placing a stick in your mouth and clenching your eyes shut as you pushed the hot part on to the open wound. Your muffled screams and shouts did nothing to abate the pain, spitting out the stick to facilitate for the torrent of swearing that came out of your mouth. 

The smell of cooking flesh made you gag, throwing the metal into the sand and racing back over to the river, submerging your arm in the cool water as quickly as humanly possible. 

“That was so much worse than I could’ve thought” you groaned, spare hand curling into a fist as you willed yourself to stay conscious. Passing out was not going to help your case with Steve. 

You stayed there until the pain dulled, moving to sit in front of the fire to dry off. Knowing that it needs to be covered, you ripped off another line from your t-shirt, wrapping it around the wound once it had sufficiently dried off.

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The sun began to dip, shadows elongating along the beach, signalling that you needed to get back to Steve before it was too dark to see. You put out the fire, grabbing a few of the coconuts and following the stream back to the clearing. 

“Where the fuck have you been?” He asked, eyes narrowed as you re-entered the clearing.

“Well, don’t jump up to help. For someone pretending to care you didn’t exactly go looking, did you?” 

He scoffed, “Was that some pathetic attempt to get my attention?”

Eyebrows flying upwards, you dropped the coconuts to your feet and threw your arms out. “Newsflash, asshole! We’re stuck on an island in the middle of nowhere! I don’t need to beg for your attention because I’m the only motherfucker unfortunate enough to be stuck here with you!”

“Not so loud -”

“No! I can shout as much as I want because there’s no one here! I’m sorry if you had much rather I drowned in the ocean, but I didn’t. You were the idiot who saved me, so I’m sorry if I’m inconveniencing you by being here, but that is entirely your fault.”

“Shut up!”

You rolled your eyes, huffing angrily as you crossed your arms. “For your information, Captain, I was out finding food. Which is more than I can say for you.”

Steve’s eyebrow twitched at the elongated nickname, shoulders tensing. “I made a fire.”

You clapped, slowly and sarcastically. “Wow. My hero.”

“Don’t sit by it then. Freeze for all I care.”

“If that’s how you wanna play it, fine. Don’t even think of touching my coconuts.”

You closed the gap between the two of you, swiping the pocket knife from the pile and retreating to a corner.

“Last thing on my mind.”

Silence settled over the two of you as the sun finally set, uncomfortable and cold, broken only by the occasional crackle of the fire and the noise of knife on wood.

You were whittling a stick to a point, needing it to crack open the coconut shell. There was something satisfyingly cathartic about the repetitive moments, soothing the anger that had filled you. Without it acting as a distraction, you were suddenly very aware of the hunger and thirst that you were feeling.

Tongue sticking out the side of your mouth slightly, you brought the coconut down onto the sharp point, hissing as the jolted movement caused pain to flash through your arm. Swearing under your breath, you hugged the injured arm to your chest, attempting to hold the coconut in one hand.

You struggled to grip it for a few moments, Steve letting out an aggravated sigh from across the clearing, stomping over. Before you could register what was happening, he grabbed the coconut out of your hands and ripped it open. Some coconut water splashed to the ground, Steve managing to save the majority of it.

“Watching that was pathetic.” He sneered, handing you the two halves.

Your jaw ticked, withholding angry words at his attitude, instead settling for a blunt thank you.

You placed one half on the floor, careful not to spill any further water, bringing the other half up to your lips. Your eyes closed in relief as the cool liquid soothed your throat, swapping it out for the other and repeating your actions.

As you opened your eyes, you saw Steve staring at you thirstily, eyes tracking a droplet of water that had fallen from your lips and was slowly making its way down the curve of your neck. The droplet eventually absorbed into your shirt, Steve ripping his eyes away and focusing intently on the fire.

The back of your neck felt hot as you used the penknife to cut into the flesh of the coconut, eating the meat methodically. After a while, you could feel his eyes return to you.

Desperate to avert the heat of his stare, you grabbed one of the unopened coconuts and threw it at him. He caught it easily, eyebrow raised in question.

“Payment,” you stated, “for opening the other one for me.”

He hummed, leaning back slightly and cracking it open above his mouth to avoid any spilled water. You couldn’t help but stare as he licked his lips clean, diverting your attention back to your own coconut as he straightened his back.

A shiver punched through you - whether it was from the sudden tension or the dropping temperature, you weren’t entirely sure.

“You can...” he trailed off, clearing his throat awkwardly, voice harder the next time he spoke. “There’s no point freezing to death. I don’t want to deal with the paperwork if you die on me out here.”

“Gee, thanks.” 

Your sarcastic drawl was hard to miss, but you moved closer, letting out a small sigh of relief at the warmth emanating from the flames.

The silence settled once again, feeling significantly less hostile than just minutes before. You hugged your legs to your chest, resting your chin on your knees.

“Do you think... will they be looking for us?”

You internally winced at the vulnerability in your words, refusing to look up at Steve for comfort. 

“The quinjet sends a honing signal when it takes damage. It’s been... roughly six hours.” He moved, adding another few sticks to the fire. “The rescue team should reach our general area by tomorrow - then they’ll just need to scan the islands.”

You finally looked up, connecting your eyes to his. “So tomorrow we should be home?”

“Tomorrow we should be home.”

You nodded, flashing him a small smile and shuffling slightly closer to the fire.

Now fully bathed in the light of the flames, Steve’s eyes narrowed, locked on to your arm. “Your - the blood is gone.”

You shrugged, “I’m fine. It’s fine.”

He crowded towards you, grabbing your injured arm. “What did you do?”

You tried to pull your arm away from him, “I sorted it out.”

He began to unwrap the makeshift bandage, eyes widening at the sight of the irritated warped skin. “When did you -”

“Steve, seriously.” You finally managed to rip your arm from his hands, “Leave it alone. What’s done is done.”

“Cauterising yourself - if it was that bad you should’ve come to me!”

“So what? So you could berate me some more? Call me an idiot and to get over myself?”

“If you were that hurt -”

“I knew I could fix it and I did. I stopped the bleeding, and I didn’t pass out, did I? I. Sorted. It. Out.”

“Are you insane?”

“No, actually, I’m not. Even despite your many attempts at making sure that I am!” 

“Y/n -”

“God, why do you hate me so much!” You shouted, “I am plenty capable to be part of this team - my records are shining, I can hold my own in a fight -”

“Listen to me -”

“I just cant understand what I have done to make you hate me so goddamn much! Everytime I think you might actually have a heart you turn around and just -”

He surged forwards, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You gasped despite yourself, hands latching on to his forearms in an attempt to ground yourself in the moment. His hands dug into your hair, pulling you impossibly closer.

You kissed until your lungs burned, begging for air.

As you pulled away, you dropped your forehead to rest on his heaving chest, scrambled brain trying to make sense of what just happened.

“I dont -”

He shushed you gently, using his index finger to lift your chin up, reconnecting your eyes. “I don’t think you’re incompetent. Seeing you in the field... it kills me. I - you make me crazy. I struggle to think of anything other than the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh - the curves of your body...”

“Steve -”

“You drive me insane. The only way I could think to handle it was to push you away. I - I never meant to make you feel like you couldn’t come to me for help.”

You searched his eyes for any sign of a lie, only finding unwavering truth shining back at you. Slapping his chest, you frowned at him. “If you ever speak to me in that way again -”

“I won’t.”

You held the gaze for a few more moments before your eyes dropped down to his lips. Sensing the unasked question, he moved to reconnect your lips once more.

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[rosyjn]

Reader: Let’s do it in the bathroom, you can be as messy as you want. Jake : Are you asking me to fuck you stupid right here? Reader : I don’t care if they watch. Jake : If we get caught, I’m blaming you.

MDNI

Dilf!jake x human!reader

Smut under the cut !

You tap his broad thigh, eagerly biting the left side of your lower lip.

“Jake,” you whisper.

“Hmm?” he doesn’t look down at you, only nods and hums as a response.

“I’ve got an idea,” you shuffle in place, you’re cunt getting more eager by the second. “Let’s do it in the bathroom, you can be as messy as you want.” Jake shakes his head, scoffing into his hand.

“Are you asking me to fuck you stupid right here?” he grins in amusement. One of your fingers quickly rush to your lips, you make a comical shushing noise at him. His eyes meet yours.

“I don’t care if they hear,” you slowly slide off of the flimsy chair you sit on, carefully grabbing Jake’s huge arm.

“If we get caught, I’m blaming you,” he groans, slowly lifting his huge body up. You giggle, hopping to the bathroom.

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“My god, kid.” he sighs, using his finger and scooping the band of your panties off of your body. A shiny string of arousal drips down your leg as well as coating your thin underwear. His large hands can grip at your waist easily, able to guide you to and from his length. He loves your sweet little thighs, and your plushy breasts. You help him to undress yourself, taking off all your dainty clothes, letting them rest on the counter.

He maneuvers his hand- quickly flipping you over as the other hand strokes his growing length back and forth. You’re so easy, he can do anything he wants with you. You’re just a mini sleeve for his lust. You’re now on all fours on the restroom floor, like a toy. He holds you in place, relieving your trembles as your eyes grow fuzzy. He spits on your tight hole before sinking his girth into your heat.

Maybe it’s in the way his long, thick fingers trace along your waist and give you little tickles as he slowly bucks in and out of your heat. He stretches you out until your poor hole can’t forget the shape of his girth. Until your gummy, fleshy walls are squeezing him so tight, he swears he’s with Eywa.

“Mph!” it feels like you might snap, your fleshy, gummy walls are tight and coiled around him. Your wetness drips down onto his balls, squelching noises traveling to your ears. Your face is twisted into a fucked-out expression- brows furrowed, mouth hanging open, and your tongue threatening to loll out of your mouth. He just started, and he can already see the way you melt when he puts it in. A struggling yelp leaves your mouth as he pushes in really deep, pressing your cervix. The yelp turns into cries: cries of pain and pleasure. You know he’ll turn your cunt raw and puffy. He presses down on your back, forcing it to arch.

“You wanted this, now take it. Cum all over my cock,” he growls, hissing above your strained body. Your abdomen is like a tight wire, threatening to snap with pleasure any time. You are submissive, smaller than him and pliable to his demands. The pitiful thing is, he’s not even going fast. He’s not thrusting as hard as he could. He could ruin you, break you, leave you sobbing and begging, but he doesn’t, even though you asked for him to get rough. He’s always two steps ahead, and he knows you’re not ready to take his girth all the way. Besides, of course he couldn’t fuck you right in this small bathroom. “Silly whore,” he shakes his head. You pout.

“Don’t make fun of me,” you whine. Of course the pleasure is too much. You clench around his thick cock. You’ll never get over how big his avatar cock is. It’s huge, fucking huge. To this day, you don’t know how your little pussy can get off on it.

[blackcatruse]

𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔰

«prev. ❃ next» ❃ first chapter ❃ m.list ❃ ao3 pairing: r. haitani/fem!reader ↳ she/her, fem descriptors, nickname ❃ chapter synopsis: you're trapped, battered, and bruised. do you make a deal with the devil? word count: 1.7k chapter cw(s): swearing, physical violence, blood mention, gun appearance, reader does not care if she lives or dies, maybe ooc? a/n: welcome to chapter two! just so you know, ao3 has much more of the story posted there and chapters will be posted there first! i am slowly (very slowly) getting chapters queued up here.

The first thing you felt as you regained consciousness was the pounding of your head. The next thing was the raw skin on your wrists from rough rope that was a little too tight. Your vision was blurry and there was a ringing in your ears. Well, you were alive, but that wasn’t really a good thing at the present.

You stared at your lap, trying to get the world to stop spinning when you felt the baton forcing your head up. Ran was still towering over you, but Rindou was sitting backwards in a chair across from you. His arms dangled over the back of the chair as he watched you with a bored expression. You thought about spitting at him too, but the thought quickly left your head when you felt the crack of the baton across your cheek. Your head twisted violently and the chair you were bound to rocked side to side. You could taste blood in your mouth.

Ran leaned over you and pulled your head up by your hair. “What was this little mouse doing on Rokuhara Tandai territory? Is Shinjuku not enough for you?” His voice was dripping with condescension. You wished you headbutt the sneer from his face.

“My brother asked you a question,” Rindou said with a hint of warning.

“You know, we might let you live if you answer us.” You should’ve been terrified by the singsong inflection of Ran’s threat, but honestly, you didn’t care at this point.

“Kill me then,” you said. Your voice sounded foreign to you. “You’d really be doing me a favor.”

The Haitani brothers frowned.

“But, you shouldn’t do favors for your enemy, after all.” You smirked. “You’d be indebted.”

Another crack as Ran hit you. The force rattled your brain and the chair toppled over. You wheezed from the impact and sharp pain raced up your arm. Your head was throbbing at your hair roots now. You tasted iron on your tongue. Out of reflex you coughed and gasped, trying to get air into your lungs.

“That’s big talk for a little lady,” Ran said, planting a foot on your knee. He leaned forward, putting on as much weight as he could. He could probably break your legs, but that didn’t matter to you. “Everyone’s all talk until bones start snapping.”

Ah, there it was. The classic Haitani sadism. Normal people would be pissing themselves, but you weren’t normal people. You weren’t even being stubborn because you were loyal to your gang. No, Wuxing could burn for all you cared. You stayed quiet because it didn’t matter. If you lived, the brothers would beat you into next week. If you escaped, Suzaku would kick the shit out of you. If you died, you died. The outcome would be the same, but at least one of the options would put you out of your misery.

No matter what they did to you, you refused to scream. You refused to sob and beg for your life. That had never gotten you anywhere except the cold cement in a dark room.

“Go on then,” you goaded Ran. “Break my legs, shatter my fingers. I won’t say a goddamn word.”

Something akin to anger burned in the older Haitani’s cold eyes. You wanted to taunt him. If he lost control you would certainly be killed. You waited for the flurry of hits, but they never came. Instead, your chair was righted and a gloved hand gently caressed your cheek. The touch lingered a bit too long and you felt like you were going to be sick. You almost hissed at him to get his hands off you, but that would be playing right into their hands. They weren’t going to get any ammo to use against you.

Get mad. Get furious, you chanted in your mind. Go on. I know you have it in you.

You looked Ran and then Rindou dead in the eyes. You didn’t know what they saw in your eyes, but it was enough to make them pause. Then a finger lightly traced the lotus tattoo behind your ear. Against your will, you stiffened.

“Ahh, so our little mouse doesn’t like it gentle.”

You almost gagged.

Ran whispered in your ear, “You’re an insignificant bug, but you have promise. What if we made a deal?”

“And why would I do that?”

“There are certainly worse fates than death.”

You snorted. That was hardly news to you. Your current life and situation was proof of that. “Are you gonna follow through on that torture? I hate it when men are all talk,” you drawled. “I don’t have anything to offer.”

“You’re in quite an awful rush to die,” Rindou noted, running a hand through his blue and yellow locks. “Why is that?” His stare was unnerving you, like he was trying to pick your brain.

“There’s really not enough time in the world,” you shot back.

“I would love to call your bluff.”

You looked him dead in the eyes. “Then do it.”

Rindou stood from his chair and walked out of sight. Moments later, you heard the clicking of a gun and a cold barrel pressed to your temple. A manic grin spread across your face. Finally. Finally you would get put down like the dog you were. You could have a little fun before you went.

“So the famed younger Haitani is finally getting his hands dirty? What is this, baby’s first kill?”

The Haitani brothers had been arrested for killing a man, but from what you understood, it was Ran that ultimately did him in. Rindou just helped hold the guy down. The younger Haitani was just an accessory to manslaughter. He let his big brother do all the dirty work while he held the victim down. Rindou had his own reputation, but to you, he didn’t deserve the achievement of murderer.

“Not gonna let big bro hand—” The butt of the gun whipped across your face before you could finish the sentence. You smirked, clearly this was a sore spot. Rindou moved to stand in front of you, jerking your head to face him and placed the gun between your eyes. You stared him down. Unwavering. Unflinching. You grinned, showing off blood stained teeth. You watched his finger twitch on the trigger.

The door flew open and all three of you turned to look at the intruder in shock. A man with different colored eyes and a nasty scar across his face stood in the entryway. “Don’t shoot her,” he gritted out.

Man, the fates were really playing with you tonight. Rindou lowered the gun and you looked between the three men. The Haitani brothers actually deferred to this guy? Interesting.

Scar-face strode over to where you were and looked at you with the intensity of a thousand suns. You were probably bruised beyond recognition, but when he walked over to where Ran was you heard a grunt of satisfaction. “Seems we caught Suzaku’s little Lotus,” he announced.

“Who the hell is that?”

You wanted to be offended by Rindou’s outburst, but at least it meant that you could keep some part of your identity secret.

“She’s the best runner in Wuxing, working under Brahman’s name. I’ve heard that the profits she pulls are no joke.”

“I hate to inform you that that is no longer the case,” you said flippantly. “I haven’t made a good deal in a while, so I’m about as useless to you as I am Wuxing.”

“Forgive the mouth on this one, Kakucho,” Ran apologized for you, pinching your cheek. You contemplated biting his finger as your battered skin protested. “She really has a death wish.”

“That’s not surprising,” Kakucho muttered. “What if we made a deal?”

You stared at him. “They already tried that offer, and really I have no reason to accept it.”

“And if we paid off the debt you owed to Wuxing?”

For once this night, you were stunned into silence. How the hell would someone from an enemy gang know that about you? Nobody except the higher ups in Wuxing knew. But if they paid Wuxing off, you would just be indebted to Rokuhara Tandai. Not exactly the best deal you could imagine.

“So what? You pay them off and then I slave away for you? I don’t think so.”

Kakucho looked pensive before saying, “I can promise your freedom after you do two big jobs for us. They’re coming up and we need someone as crafty as you to do it. You finish those and don’t get caught? You never have to see the underbelly of Tokyo again. Everything you did here won’t follow you.”

You didn’t want to consider it, but you knew that the deal was too good to be true. “How do I know you aren’t lying right now?”

You didn’t miss the way the Haitani brothers looked at each other. They were shocked you were considering something like this, or maybe it was the offer being made. Kakucho raised a hand and said, “As a leader of Rokuhara Tendai, you have my word. We’ll pay off your debt to Wuxing when you complete the jobs you’re given. After that, we’ll make sure you don’t see anything related to gangs ever again.”

The jobs must be really important then. Could it give you leverage with Wuxing? You supposed if you betrayed Rokuhara Tandai you wouldn’t have their protection once you got out. But if you could leave before they catch wind of it? Maybe you could outfox them.

“Think about it,” Kakucho said sharply. “Come to Violet Delight in three days at midnight with an answer.” He turned heel to leave, but before he did he gave an order to the Haitani brothers. “Let her go. Even if she tried to rat us out, Wuxing would get crushed by us and they can’t involve Brahman without revealing their dirty little secrets.”

You heard the grumbles of the brothers behind you and felt the ropes binding your wrists and ankles loosen. You were gracelessly shoved out the door and into an unknown alley. The heavy metal door crashed behind you and you flinched. Early morning sunlight was trying to wake up Tokyo, and you started your trek home.

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[one-boring-person]

Hey,

Could you write something with Iceman where he and the reader get into an argument over something and he takes it too far but then regrets it and tries to make it up to her?

Thanks!

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Leave Me Alone.

Tom "Iceman" Kazansky (Top Gun) x f!reader

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption

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"What's with you?" I keep my tone as neutral as possible as I ask the question, wary of the tense pilot sitting across from me.

Yet again, I don't get a reply, the only sign to show he's heard my question being the curl of his lip as he takes a sip of the beer he's pulled from the fridge. Frowning, I move to stand in front of him, crossing my arms as I regard his slouching figure, still clad in his sweaty fatigues.

"Tom, I'm speaking to you." I try again, pointing out the obvious, "It's generally polite to reply."

Finally, he looks up, contempt written across his face, irritation glowing in his blue eyes. The expression makes me step back a little, confused by his apparent annoyance. 

"What's wrong?" I ask again, going to move close to him, only to be waved off. A little hurt, I step back.

"Leave me alone, (Y/n). I don't want to talk right now." He snaps, eyes flashing.

Blinking at his outburst, I flounder for a second.

"W-What?" 

"I said leave me alone! What's so hard to understand about that?" He growls, slamming his beer on the table top.

Shocked, I let my arms fall, my brows coming together into a frown of my own.

"And what have I done? If I may ask." I demand sarcastically, glaring at him.

"You haven't done what I asked!" Tom snarls, meeting my glower steadily.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sir. I didn't realise you had the authority here." I bite back, bowing mockingly, "Did Maverick beat you again? Is that why you're acting like an ass?"

Something flickers in his gaze and he jumps to his feet, standing close to me, fury blazing in his stare.

"Leave Maverick out of this." He hisses, glaring down at me.

"Why? He's clearly what's gotten you like this-" I start, going to argue more with him, only to be cut off as he steps even closer.

"Just shut up! You don't know what you're talking about! Just stay out of my business!" He suddenly snaps again, voice raised now, "You just come in here, talking as if you know anything about what I do! You know nothing! Nothing! So just leave me alone for once! You're like a fly, you just hang around even when nobody wants you there!"

Spit flies from his mouth as he yells this last part, shock once again returning to me as I hear him. Stunned into silence, I blink back tears, backing away from him. Realisation seems to dawn in his eyes but I don't stay long enough to see it, fighting back the anger flooding my body as I turn and leave the room. Hastily, I go to our shared room, slamming the door behind me as I go and collapse on the bed, holding my face in my hands. Tears stream down my cheeks, a conflict of emotions raging in my head, unable to believe that he had said what he did. 

Not long passes before I hear a knock on the door, Tom's voice, now softer, filtering past the thick wood. 

"(Y/n)? (Y/n), I'm sorry! I didn't mean what I said, at all! I'm so sorry!" He tries to apologise through the door, waiting for me to reply. 

Unable to stop myself, I lift my head and shout back, voice breaking.

"Of course you meant it! You wouldn't have said it if you didn't!" A sob wracks my body halfway through, feeling overwhelmed now.

Upon hearing me, Tom opens the door, entering the room with an almost distraught expression on his face.

"I don't mean it at all! I'm an idiot, I just spoke without thinking!" He looks at me with a pleading expression.

"You spoke your mind!" I reply harshly, wiping a stray tear from my nose.

"No, I didn't! I'm really sorry, (Y/n), please believe me! I would never say something like that and mean it!"

When I don't reply, he moves hesitantly to sit on the side of the bed, on my side and yet not touching me.

"(Y/n), please. I'm so sorry, I don't mean it at all. You're not annoying, you're caring, loving, beautiful...I don't deserve you and yet somehow you choose to stay with me." He sniffs as well now, apparently holding back tears of his own, "God, I love you, I need you to believe me, please!"

Glancing up at him, I wipe my eyes to see clearer and regard his pleading look, noticing the genuine desperation blooming in his blue gaze. 

"You need to make it up to me. Properly." I finally say, voice cracked. 

He nods eagerly, eyes wide with relief.

"Yes, I will, I will! Thank you, (Y/n)! I'm so sorry, so sorry…." He leans down and scoops me into his arms, pressing me against him.

Safe in his grip, I relax into the embrace, believing him as he whispers apologies and sweet nothings into my hair.

[langdonismsss]

Beginning of the end: Michael Langdon X Reader

Chapter 3: The deal

Description: A young girl is about to start her life after high school. Unfortunately for her, a certain blonde who has never accepted no for an answer learns of her existence before he is to put his purpose into play

A/N: Recently just learned that this pic was slowly starting to head into the direction a few other Michael Langdon fics have gone. Im starting to change my plot as I don't want them to be that similar, please accept this train wreck of a chapter

Warnings: Swearing, violence, mentions of death and dead things.

Word Count: 1.7K

 Your eyes slowly fluttered open. Your mind was fuzzy, but quickly you started to realize the danger you were in. You were in a small confined space, not even aware of which way was up. Hands and feet and mouth were bound with tape. Voices bounced around outside of your area. Shutting your eyes as tightly as possible you try to think. This was that creepy fucking lady. You should have just listened to your gut and avoided her. 

   “She’s still alive though right”? 

   It was a man’s voice, muffled behind the door. 

   You would just pretend you were sleeping to see if he said anything about his intentions.  You shut your eyes and went limp. There was shuffling outside for several minutes and muffled voices before the door opened. The light poured in and exposed two silhouettes. You didn’t have to see to feel their presence. They were powerful and authoritative. 

   “Are you fucking kidding me Miss Mead”, he snapped. It was soft but angry. The weird woman was who you assumed, is Miss Mead. You made a mental note so you could tell the police about that when you got out of here. 

   “Her mouth is taped how can she breathe”? It was him again. The lights were turned on. You had to resist moving your eyes. Otherwise it would give away your position. The tape was abruptly ripped off your mouth. You whimpered but hoped they hadn’t noticed. Hopefully he just thought you had stirred in your sleep.

   “Leave us!”, he shouted. You jumped in your skin. She chuckled nervously and left. The man kneeled beside you. His hand started to caress your face. His thumb running over your cheek bone gently. Your heart stopped. 

   You could physically feel it stopping. You were so fucking scared right now. His hand pulled away to rest his elbow on his knee. His chin pressed against his knuckles and he sighed.  “How stupid do you think I am”? 

   The tears burst just like harsh waves breaking through a dam. You cried on the cold floor not knowing where the hell you were right now. The sobs racketed through your body uncontrollably. “Please let me go home”. 

   He reached forward and grabbed your wrist rather harshly, yet his voice was gentle, “No”. You stopped feeling sorry for yourself and looked up at him. He looked uncomfortable and like he had no clue what he should be doing. He wasn’t very good with people. 

   “Why am I here?”, you whispered, finally taking in his appearance. He had medium length blonde hair, with fluffy curls. His bone structure was sharp, and he had puffy pink lips. His eyes were the most breath taking thing about him. A bright baby blue. In front of you was the most ethereal man you had ever seen. He looked so much like an angel, but his eyes had undertones of evil. His aura was dark and disturbing.

   “So you did all of this. And for what?”, you spit at him.

   His hands were still on your arms and he pulled you up to your feet fast. “For my fathers plans”, he said coldly. You narrowed your eyes and tried to read him. He seemed lonely. He didn’t know what the fuck he was even doing. 

   “Can I get your name at least”?

    Harshly, you were forced forward. 

   “What the fuck”, you hissed. He snorted and dragged you through a creepy hallway. You peered a look over your shoulder and saw that they had you locked in a closet. A small little janitors closet. The sign on the door read Kineros Robotics. You knew this place. It was on the news and they had been experimenting with cloning illegally. 

   Sharply, the man tugged you down another hall. At the end of it was a clear office cubicle. Odd. There were two men sitting in there, feet on their desks, and throwing things across at each other. The doors opened and both men sat up straight. They both had such ugly bowl cuts, you grimaced. 

   “M-Michael, we didn’t expect you back so soon”, they both stammered out. 

   So the man responsible for your kidnapping, was Michael. It was angelic. He looked over at you, face softening. “Have a seat”, pointing to the soft cushiony chair. The two men infant of you almost choked when you sat down. You weren’t sure why. Michael pulled the small, hard wooden stool over to the table and sat down, he was too tall and slouched over slightly. It was almost comical. “Can you boys just give me the device?”, Michael snapped. They were obviously very scared of him. Despite your current situation, you didn’t feel scared. You felt this strange sense of security. That was almost more scary than the actual situation. 

   “Jeff go grab it”, urged the brunette. 

   “On it”, he jumped up and walked over to the large white industrial cabinet. He opened the doors, revealing lots of small knick knacks and several very scary looking objects and devices. 

   “See this is the one we’ve been working on for awhile now. Just to track down Ryan Reynolds if we ever see him, right Mutt”, Jeff said nervously. Mutt said nothing. 

   Michael grabbed it from Jeff and turned to you. It looked like a water gun, but with two very large and very sharp prongs on the end. In shiny red cursive, it said Cooperative on the side. “Now, Y/N, I know you don’t understand what’s happening”, he shot a look over to the men and they got up abruptly and left. “But I’ll explain it to you before we get home”. 

   We?

   “Do not be alarmed when I tell you this”, his blue eyes pierced through your soul. You gave him a slow nod. “I’m the antichrist. To bring forth the end times for my father. To reset life on earth”, he said smoothly. It’s like he actually believed what he was saying. 

   Laughter echoed around the office. Michael looked at you puzzled. “Really? You kidnapped me just to tell me about some rubbish antichrist? And that you are him? Grow up buddy and go to church”, you chuckled, wiping tears from your eyes. As scared as you wanted to be, this whole situation was too ridiculous. 

   The room went cold. Like ice. His face had gone stone cold. “Michael?”, you said nervous. 

   “Could a normal man do this”? His hands swished and then snowflakes fell, coming from seemingly no where. Now you were getting a little scared. Again. 

   “Could a normal man do this?”, he repeated, instead this time throwing his hand up. The thumbtacks on the desk flew off the desk and pierced the wall. 

   “Could a nor-“

   “Listen I get it. Can you just kill me already”? Michael came out of the angry trance and looked at you sorrowful, mouth agape. 

   “Oh you think I’m going to kill you”? He let out a sad chortle before his eyes became dark. “No my love, you are going to help me end the world”. 

   You went quiet. Michael smirked and continued. “You might have noticed some signs these last few months. Like crows, and dead things. My father has hand selected you for partnership. I need…”, he stopped and gave you a dreamy look. “Balance. I need some form of sanity when bringing about the end of times. We are going to start a new world Y/N”, he tilted his head and gave a genuine smile.

   “I would rather fucking die”, you cried out. You stood up so fast the chair fell over and you turned to run. Michael used his powers and shut the doors infant of you. Banging on them you cried. “Let me out”! 

   “Don’t make me do this Y/N”, he bellowed. 

   “Please! I have a life I haven’t lived yet! I want to go to school, and party and get married. Maybe one day have kids and even grand kids! Theres so much I haven’t seen yet or done, please don’t do this. Wait another thousand years if you have to, just not now”, you started to cry again. This was the most you had ever cried. 

   Michael dropped to your level and started to caress your face. “Don’t cry, I can’t handle crying”, he whispered. His eyes were glossed over. “We can do all that in the new world, just tell me whatever you want and you can have it. The world is in your hands”. 

   “You have to understand how sudden and crazy this is right”, you managed to choke out. 

   “I know, that’s why I’m going to give you 1 month. With all the protection and money you could ask for. You can travel and do whatever you feel like. With whoever. You have one month to make a decision”. Your heart dropped. That was the opportunity of a life time. “All I ask, is you consider marrying me”, Michael said sternly. 

   “Thats it? And if I say no?”. 

   His lips went into a thin line. “I’ll have to do what I must”. 

   You swallowed hard, “If I were to marry you, and help you end the world, can I save who I want”? 

   “Whatever you wish for, and it’s yours”, Michael said softly.

   “Okay, I understand. I’ll meet you here in one month”, you said and stood up off the floor. Michael started to click his tongue. “Thats not all”, he picked up the gun and put it on your stomach. “For all that protection and money, you need this”. He pulled the trigger and there was a sharp pain in your tummy. Your jaw dropped and you grabbed the spot in pain. It felt like a small piece of plastic was just inserted into your gut.

“Thats a small chip I’ve just inserted into your stomach. The Co-operative will be tracking you now. When you get home there will be a man waiting for you. He’s going to hand you a card. That card is your ‘bank card’. There is no maximum amount. That man will be stationed outside of your house for the next month. I will always be around”, he smiled. “Ill be seeing you soon”, Michael waved his hand infant of your face and it all went black. 

[fanfic-gallery]

Hard boy

✎ Kanto Manji! Mikey x Reader

✎ Disgust fills you slowly, the temptation of it over-flowing if you stick by his side any longer, all stories come to an end, and you’re going to end yours

✎ Tags: angst, gn! reader

✎ CW: violence [ mild ], toxic relationship [ Mikey - Reader ]

: ̗̀➛ Manger’s/Author’s note: If you get the song reference, have a virtual cookie! :D

Got a heart tattoo on your chest But there's nothing inside Thought I told you Too cool for love typically ain't my type

Dating a leader of a gang, especially the infamous Kanto Manji Gang, labelled one of the three deities of the streets of Japan, really differs from those relationships with mafia bosses in fanfiction. There’s no heart-warming blaze just a raging flame waiting for the right moment to ignite into nothing but the living-hell it was supposed to be from the very start.

“Mikey, please it’s already super late, let’s go home... ” You begged, earning a light chuckled from a certain bleach blonde. “C’mon sweet thing, let your boy live a little, I swear on my honor I will bring him back save and sound, O~K~?” Sanzu stalked towards you, icy turquoise eyes pinning you down as his arm slithering over your shoulder only for you to slip out of his grasp with a hiss of hatred on your tongue.

Kokonoi who was watching from a distance was now creeping over to your limp frame, slender fingers trailing over your shoulders in reassurance. “Y/N, Mikey isn’t in the greatest mood today, let’s get you home, we promise we will — ” he whispered, his first stoic face fading into a light smile as he ruffled your hair slightly. “MIKEY, ENOUGH OF YOUR CHILDISH ANTICS, LET’S GO HOME!” Silence fell with just a crack of your vocals, hushed comments lingering within the quiet crowd.

“Y/N, please, let’s not do this today — ” Kokonoi pleaded, hands pushing your trembling figure towards the door with a light amount of force to not hurt you but you didn’t seem to be budging. “If you are gonna be like this, let’s break up — ” Tears gently flowed down your cheeks, your body shook even more from the sheer frustration and anger boiling finally letting go and drowning away any other emotions inside you.

Mikey stood as those bare words left your lips, the cold winter breeze in his eyes turned into a storm as he marched over. Inches away from you stood the boy you fell in love with four years ago now no longer existing in your eyes. You saw nothing. Nothing but a lifeless shell of a person, that only cared for himself and no one else. “Say that again... ” he muttered under his breathe just enough to rile you up more. 

“I said — ” a hard smack cut your sentence in half, a burning sensation amplifying at an increasing rate. Twitching eyes glared back at the blonde, black pupils piercing through your own, his slender hands trembling at the warm of skin to skin contact. “I knew you were a bitch... why did I ever love, ” his words swirled in malice, crystal like tears lightly drenching his cheeks. “But you always come back to me, so leave take your space, you’ll be back eventually... ”

You growled at his bare tone, but that confidence dried up as you notice his heels turning towards your vicinity. “Mikey, that’s ENOUGH!” Kokonoi demanded, his arms extending, face distorting in utter annoyance. “Hajime, move... or would you like you arm to be snapped in half?” Mikey blatantly exclaimed, a visible nerve bulging on his forehead.

“HA! You’re right. I had ALWAYS came back to you... cause I believed I could fix you, bring the Mikey I used to love back. But I was wrong, you are nothing but a lowlife you had set yourself to be from the very beginning. Since we are ending things, let me get some stuff off my chest then. I never liked you, I never liked your new ‘friends’, I never supported what you did. KOKO-KUN TREATED ME MORE LIKE A LOVER THAN YOU EVER HAD!?”

Hajime fell in shock, a tinted of red staining his face at last statement you spitted out, his arms lowering as he draped his frame in embarrassment. Mikey stood still as a boulder, tears soaking his features, hands contorting in crooked gestures, trying his hardness to leap forward and strangling you till he was satisfied.

Hands swiping away the moist of your skin, fingers trailing to the straps of your school bag before strolling towards the exit behind you. “Remember when I said I liked bad boys, well, not enough more Mr Hard Boy, see you never!” You glanced back one last time at the soft raven eyes you had crushed for, with a smirk you slipped out your tongue as you flipped off the crowd.

“Mikey, you alright there boss? I told you they can never be trusted... don’t worry, let’s continue the meeting thaaan we can talk about this whole thing — ”

“Haruchiyo... ”

“Yes, sir?”

“... why does my heart feel more empty than it was before...?”

          “... why does my heart no longer beat like it used to...?”

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[jungkxook]

—stay. (m)

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟶ genre: popstar!jungkook x groupie!reader + smut / sprinkle of angst and fluff

⟶ words: 8,083

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: jungkook wasn’t always so madly in love with you but the fact that you’re sleeping with two of his band mates too makes things a tad bit complicated.

⟶ warnings: multiple smut scenes, slight dom themes, oral sex, finger sucking oops, boob fondling, hair pulling ft. jungkook’s undercut, doggy style, missionary, thigh riding, spitting, jealous kook!!, unprotected sex, kind of slight possessive themes? but also just general sweetness tbh 

⟶ disclaimer: my time jungkook still has me in my feels! also, this is a repost of an old fic on an old blog.

“Stay with me?”

Jungkook asks this hopefully, of course, but he already knows the answer. It’s just that, lying there with you on the hotel room bed, there’s no other place he’d rather be ━ and there’s no one else he’d rather experience the moment with than you. Legs tangled together on top of the duvet with your fingers tracing circles onto his bare chest, Jungkook swears he’s in love with you ━ only, you’re not his to have. 

“I have to go,” You pout, though your fingers continue drawing constellations on his skin, treading down his arm and over the tattoos that adorn him. You’re focusing now on the lily on his forearm, around and around, sending his head spiralling. “Promised my friends we could hang out today. Besides, don’t you have Mina or Nina━” You wave your hand in the air to dismiss the thought━ “coming over soon?”

“Who?” It takes him a moment to even remember who you’re talking about. Truthfully, he hasn’t seen that girl in well over six months but he’d never tell you that. In fact, he hasn’t been seeing anyone else other than you but he would definitely never tell you that. “Oh, yeah. Well, I think she’s coming over later tonight.”

“Well━” You trail off, and Jungkook knows it’s because you’re stalling. You want to stay, and he knows it well enough, but every question you ask him is just meant to further reassure you that it’s okay if you stay. That he wants you to. “Aren’t you busy with work today before the second show?”

Jungkook shrugs. “We still have lots of time before the day starts.”

You shake your head at him but he knows he ultimately wins out when you start to smile to yourself. You prop yourself up beside him and he has to admire momentarily how you’ve never been timid in front of him when you’re naked. His hand reaches out to brush his fingers against your cheek and you smile down at him. But then something seems to dawn on him that he can’t believe he foolishly hadn’t thought of first. 

“Unless… Unless you need to see one of them soon.”

“Who?”

“Taehyung or Namjoon.” It takes all he can muster to say their names without a trace of bitterness. He lifts himself up on his elbow. “Are you still seeing them?”

You shrug innocently. Sitting up a little straighter, you brush his hand away and fidget with your hair. “Would it matter if I was?”

Yes, he wants to scream but he refrains. “No. I just━” he stops. “Just curious. Is that what you meant by work then? You have to go see Tae or something right after me? ”

“No, you prick.” He’s relieved you giggle at him, fingers poking at his chest despite the fact that he was mentally cursing himself for being a dick the minute the words left his mouth. “Believe it or not, I do have a life outside of sex. Friends, too.”

“I know, I know,” he says sheepishly. “Sorry, I━ I know. You said you wanted to go shopping downtown before the show tonight, right? One of your friends ━ Dahyun ━ goes to school in the next city over and she’s taking the day off to see you. I do listen when you talk, y’know?”

He doesn’t miss the warm smile that spreads across your face. You finally return to him, kissing him slow and steadily. In the meantime, he flips you over onto your back and then parts from you much to your dismay. He’s nestled himself between your legs in an instant, kissing up your thigh and sending shivers down your spin. Your hand flies down to twine your fingers in his hair, now much longer than usual.

“I guess I could stay a little longer, if you’d want me to,” You say. 

“I do.”

He wastes no time in swiping his tongue at your folds, his mouth wrapping perfectly around you. You’re already mewling with delight. That’s all it ever is with the two of you. Sex and more sex. And while Jungkook isn’t complaining, he sure does wish he could just have more of you. Jungkook burrows a little deeper, his nose rubbing against your clit as he eats you out. 

“Morning sex does sound nice,” You manage to say, breath shaking.

“Yeah,” he rasps against you. “It does, doesn’t it?”

Your thighs are already threatening to squeeze shut around his head, fingers tightening in their hold. His own hands find purchase on your waist, stretching outward to hold on to you, and nothing can break you both apart. Not even the muffled sound of rapid knocking on the front door of the too grand hotel room. At least, not the first two times. On the third time when it’s followed by the sound of Jungkook’s manager irritably calling out through the flimsy wood panel, does Jungkook groan into your cunt and poke his head upward, craning his neck to look over his shoulder as his manager’s voice carries infuriatingly loudly to you both once again. 

“Get up already, will you? We’ve got several business meetings to conduct today and we haven’t got time for you to sleep off a hangover or whatever it is you’re doing━”

“Gimme ‘til noon!” Jungkook asserts gruffly. He settles himself back between your thighs, and you surely don’t miss the devious way he smirks just before burrowing his head into your heat. There’s an inaudible sound that he makes, that you and certainly his manager can distinguish as being, “I’m too busy right now.”

Busy is an understatement, pointedly made clear when his tongue delves into you, lapping at your leaking wetness as if he were terribly quenched and only you could save him. You don’t think Jungkook taking his morning to eat you out is a good enough excuse that will run over well with his manager later in the day, but it drives him away for now with only a grumbled chorus of words left in his wake. But the silence only lasts for so long. Just as Jungkook is getting comfortable once more, you speak up.

“I don’t think tardiness is a very good quality to have as a celebrity,” You ponder aloud through a heavily pleased sigh.

“Ah, or it’s exactly the thing I need,” he counters with a shit-eating grin. “Being late is a very celebrity thing, isn’t it?”

“When the fame gets to their head,” You snort. Your voice splinters off into a whimper as he tilts his chin up a little higher, lapping deeper into you.

“Then I guess I’m bad.” His voice murmurs against you, rattling you to the bone.

“You’re definitely far from bad. Everyone thinks you’re an angel.”

“Wonder if they’d think the same thing if they saw me now━” He pinches lightly at the inside of your thigh, “head between your legs, and you coming on my tongue.”

You roll your eyes, but your wittiness falls short when he tugs with his teeth at your folds. Your back arches off the bed at once, hips pressing harder against his face.

“Namjoon called last night,” You say. No, you don’t say it. You moan it and even though Jungkook knows it’s because of him and how he’s making you feel in that moment, he still hates hearing someone else’s name roll off the tip of your tongue that isn’t his. “If you must know. Said he wanted to see me in the morning━”

Jungkook grimaces. He grunts shortly, “Guess you’re gonna have to let him down.”

“I’m sure Joon will love that━”

“Don’t,” he hisses. He bites down a little harshly on the inside of your thigh but you don’t mind. When he glances up to look at you, his stare is dark and hooded. “Don’t say their names. Not now. Please.”

You almost miss the desperation in his voice, the way he almost whines his words. You don’t ask, even though you’re curious. You don’t ask, even when he eats you out that morning until he’s made sure you’re crying his name and nothing else. You don’t ask, even when fucks you slow and deep and measured and almost, dare you say, loving like he never has before, clinging onto you as if he can’t live without you. You don’t ask, even when he may get a little rough (just how you like it), as if he’s afraid you’ll leave him right then and there. You don’t even ask when he sucks not one but two hickeys on your neck, large enough for anyone to see. For Taehyung and Namjoon to see.

You never really do ask, even though you notice things have become different.

It’s not as if you haven’t always been close to one another. There are more times than not in which you both physically can’t keep your hands off of one another in public, though in the safest and simplest ways possible. It’s there, in the way you sit next to him with your legs crossed regally on the couch in the green room backstage before a set, playing with the rings on his fingers on the hand resting on your shoulder; there, in the way you sit draped across his lap, leaning into his chest, in the studio as they blur through recordings. When you give advice on composing or lyric writing, Jungkook listens. When you giggle into his ear and whisper lewd things when you probably shouldn’t in the middle of a party with important business men and other celebrities, Jungkook is captivated. 

It wasn’t always supposed to be like this. Jungkook wasn’t always so madly in love with you, but he always knew there was something about you he just could not get enough of. You had chosen him first, approaching him late one night at a bar, and he was instantly head-over-heels. Even if it was mutually agreed upon ━ and oftentimes never really outwardly mentioned ━ that you could sleep around with him, Namjoon, and Taehyung, then Jungkook would have to deal with it. He would do anything, if it meant getting to see you more. At first he didn’t even mind. What was one more groupie to the ever growing list he had already accumulated? He’s never gotten feelings for any of them, so surely he thought he would be okay with you; that maybe whatever he was feeling for you would go away. 

He couldn’t have been more wrong.

After he asks you the question the first time, he finds himself stuck in a greedy months-long habit of asking you wistfully every time he finds you in his bed. He asks it a thousand and one times, but only ever gets one response from you. You’ll say no, that you have to leave, and sometimes you will. But sometimes ━ sometimes when he knows he wins out because he knows you let your guard down long enough to become besotted by him, a tangible mess with his every touch ━ you’ll linger just a little longer and the notion alone is enough to instill a sense of hope in Jungkook even if he knows it’s wrong. 

And maybe you shouldn’t play along. Then again, he takes all your time and you devote what little you have left afterward to him anyway, pretending that you’re still seeing Taehyung and Namjoon when you’re certainly not.

Sometimes Jungkook catches you when he doesn’t mean to, or isn’t expecting to, and it’s all different moments that physically pain him. Sometimes those moments come from paying one of the guys a visit and stumbling upon you there, too. 

After having not seen you for the whole day, and just before the concert begins, Jungkook is called over to Namjoon’s room within the hotel to discuss some last minute changes to the show (which Jungkook’s positive he would have heard about if he hadn’t ignored his manager early in the morning). Only Namjoon doesn’t answer the door when Jungkook arrives. There’s a crescendo of giggling on the other side of the threshold and then it’s you, and you’re standing there wearing nothing but a baggy shirt of Namjoon’s that barely covers your bum (and shorts too, he thinks, but Jungkook’s much too focused now on you in Namjoon’s shirt). Namjoon’s standing a bit further back, leaning against the wall of the hallway without a shirt on and he’s grinning at something that’s just happened. 

“Took you long enough,” Namjoon calls out. “Come in, we’ll get started. I’ll just be right back━ Just hopped out of the shower━” And then he disappears into another room, most likely to find another shirt that isn’t taken by you.

“Jungkook!” You greet him so cheerfully, as if the sight of you half naked in another man’s home isn’t eating away at Jungkook. You pull him into a hug that’s so tight he can smell your familiar perfume and probably Namjoon’s lingering scent if he focuses hard enough. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Jungkook says. He doesn’t mean for his voice to sound so standoffish. He hopes you don’t notice. “You’re back early.”

“Yeah. The girls had to leave but that’s okay.” You’re smiling so bright and wide that it almost hurts. “Namjoon━”

“Wanted to see you?” Jungkook finishes for you, remembering your words earlier in the day. 

“Yeah━” You’re rambling on now but Jungkook isn’t listening. The pain is still lingering and it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. He knows it isn’t right but he can’t be bothered to care. In that moment, he realizes he’d rather be anywhere but there and he’s never felt that way before.

“Uh━ You know what?” He cringes slightly when he interrupts you. “Forgot I had to do something actually. Mina called earlier ━ said she wanted to talk or whatever.”

Your face immediately drops at the mention of the other girl and it pains him even more to know that you don’t see through his blatant lie. What’s worse is that Mina had called him the night before, but he had turned her down promptly before she could even say what she wanted. 

You glance over your shoulder fleetingly as if to look for Namjoon, teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your lower lip. “But I thought you needed to talk with Joon about the show?”

“Can’t, sorry. Tell Namjoon he can do whatever he wants. I don’t care. Seems like he’s got his hands full with you here anyway.”

He hates himself for it ━ he hates how petty he can be, how rude he can sound without truly meaning it ━ but before he can explain himself or apologize in a way that would probably make him look even more like an idiot, he turns his back to you. It’s the first time he’s really ever done something like that. Usually, he puts up with it ━ with you draped over Namjoon’s lap or Taehyung’s hand on your waist because usually he hadn’t always had feelings for you. 

Truth be told, Jungkook doesn’t know how Namjoon or Taehyung feel about “sharing” you. He doesn’t even know how you feel about it or if you’ve noticed Jungkook’s short temper lately. He tries to contain it but he can’t and he hates how he’s become when he’s not alone with you. Lately, he’s started to think that maybe this isn’t right anymore. Maybe he shouldn’t keep meeting up with you if he’s going to feel this way all the time, and it wasn’t fair to you for him to be sulking so much. He’s not supposed to be in love. He’s supposed to be having fun. 

After all, that’s what it was to you, wasn’t it?

But that night something happens.

Jungkook only notices you half an hour into the show later that night even despite the fact that you’re in the same place that you always are, standing on the side in the part of the pit closest to the stage where only family and close friends are allowed to stay. Of course you’re dancing along, just like you always do, and of course you’re watching him and the rest of the boys with starry eyes, just how he loves. You smiled wide at some point when his gaze locked with yours ━ him, drenched in sweat and nearing exhaustion, and you, face-flushed and looking as if you’re having the time of your life.

But that’s the thing about you ━ you’re not like the others. Sure, your eyes tend to drift to him more often than not and linger on him longer than necessary but you don’t just come for him. You live for the music, admire the rest of the boys that have treated him so dearly and make the group what it is. 

And the way he performs ━ you wonder if he purposely exerts himself more because he wants you to only focus on him. Every rough thrust of his hips, every time he grabs at his crotch, dark and hooded eyes meets yours and you know he’s trying to tease you. Trying to make you suffer.

Later, when the concert is finished and you’re at a private room in a club with the boys to celebrate the evening and Jungkook has had one too many shots, he finds you at the bar. He sidles up from behind you, one palm sliding onto the small of your back. You know it’s him even before you look, judging by the familiar stature of his chest pressing against your body, and his usual scent. His lips press to the crook of your neck and your lips unfurl into a smile. You reach up blindly to grab at the nape of his neck as he starts to sway against you to the beat of the music, hips digging into your ass.

“I’ve been dying to be next to you all night.” He whispers this into the shell of your ear and you wonder vaguely how you’ve maintained enough self-control to not drop to your knees and suck him off then and there. Even worse is the fact that he’s still adorned in the makeup from the concert. Your fingers scratch at one of the newly shaved sides of his head, the rest of his long locks only maintain some of its original style pushed back and off his forehead, though now messily mused as it splays out on either side of his head and threatens to hide the undercut once more.

“You’re drunk,” You point out. He doesn’t seem to register the fact that you only point it out because otherwise, if he wasn’t so smashed, you aren’t quite sure he’d even be touching you the way he is now after the way he’s been acting lately.

“So are you,” Jungkook hums. “Let’s get out of here?”

And you can’t possibly say no. 

He thinks it’s a shame, really, because you had looked quite pretty that night wearing a velvet red dress. Because after somehow calling a taxi and stumbling back to his dorm, he gets lost in you for a while and completely ravishes you, impatiently ripping your dress off you and pressing you against the wall, hips eagerly digging into yours until you hook your legs around his hips and he carries you off to bed to finish. 

When you’re spent from your first high, Jungkook moves from your sprawled out positions on the bed and gets up, pulling on a pair of discarded sweatpants from the floor. You watch him as he combs his hair back that’s fallen into his face again, muscles in his biceps rippling as he does so. He reaches for an acoustic guitar in one corner, then sinks onto the edge of the bed. He’s not usually this quiet after a night spent together, though you don’t quite seem to notice, thinking nothing of it as he starts plucking away at the guitar with a melody in mind if only because when he’s frustrated and stuck on a lyric, he usually goes to you in seek of help in terms of finding relief. You get to your knees, crawling over to him so that you can drape your arms around his shoulders from the back.

“That’s pretty,” You sigh dreamily, nodding to the guitar and the lazy strumming he had been doing. In the distance, you realize there’s been music playing faintly the whole time from the dock where his phone is plugged in. You recognize one of the boys’ songs playing, then realize it’s Jungkook’s solo, his own voice singing beautifully back to you. Above all else, you realize all at once that he isn’t really playing anything at all, or brainstorming a new song, but plucking along absentmindedly to the melody of his own song. 

He’s distracted but he tenses at your touch, then relaxes at once, melting instantly against you. “Just messing around,” he sighs.

“Nonsense,” You giggle. He glances over at you just in time to see you reach for his hand, and he watches as you play with the rings on his fingers. “There’s magic in these hands. In more ways than one.”

You press a chilling kiss against his palm, and then the tip of each of his fingers. Time seems to slow, and all he can suddenly focus on is you. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” His voice has a dull, stubborn whine to it that he can’t shake. “Have I ever told you that?”

“Once or twice,” You smirk. You busy yourself by focusing on lining the bottom of your palm with his, measuring your hand in his. He’s much bigger than you, his fingers nearly towering over yours and they’re always so snug and warm.

“Well, it’s true,” he says. “You’re the kinda girl songs are written about.”

“Unless I’m mistaken,” You say in a matter-of-fact tone, “you have written songs about me.”

He feigns a look of doubt, though a smile threatens to tug at his mouth, especially when you delicately lace your fingers with his one-by-one. “Ah, is that what you think, baby girl? Don’t let the fame get to your head.”

You laugh, dropping your head and leaning your temple against his knuckles in an attempt to hide your sheepish face. With his free hand, he sets his guitar back onto the floor and then unravels his other hand from yours. His palm is calloused and hot as it slides onto your cheek, and you nuzzle into it even despite him guiding your face back up to look at him. He can’t help himself; he leans in to kiss you, biting at your lower lip and earning a delicious moan. As his hands come to grip at your sides just over your ribs and the underside of your breasts do you crawl into his lap to straddle him. For a while, he lets himself get carried away, feeling your hands roam his chest, but then with such vivid intensity, he can only imagine Namjoon and Taehyung in the same position as him and it almost makes him want to vomit. Either that, or it’s the alcohol. Gathering his wits, he shakes his head, pulling apart from you.

“I think I should write━” He fumbles uselessly with his words. “Namjoon’s gonna kill me if I don’t finish these songs━”

You arch your chest against his, warm and soft and palpable, and your hips dig into his a little more roughly, rubbing against his straining erection. You can be heard whining sluggishly as you kiss the underside of his jaw, “But I want you inside me, Kook.”

His breath hitches in his throat, but he can’t think straight anymore. Is the scent he smelling even you anymore, or just a mix of Namjoon and Taehyung? And when you tell him he’s the only one who can ever make you feel the way he does, do you tell that to them too? 

His silence is answer enough, and is what ultimately forces you to look up at him. You’re met with an empty expression, then your own countenance is contorting. You sit back on his lap. 

“I don’t understand you anymore, Jungkook,” You say. There it is, he laments to himself. The familiar pang to his chest, the dreaded realization that maybe he’s fucked this whole thing up forever. “It’s like sometimes you can’t get enough of me, touching me here and there and just before shows when you’re supposed to be on in ten minutes, telling me that no one will care if you’re late. Then sometimes it’s like you won’t even look at me. Like you can’t get me off of you fast enough; like you can’t even touch me anymore.”

Jungkook avoids your stare, which he knows is exactly the sort of thing he shouldn’t do. But you already have your answer. You clamber off of his lap at once to slide back onto the bed and he wants nothing more than to pull you back but he knows he shouldn’t. Now, you seem flustered, or maybe just disheartened. Your arms come to cross over your bare chest, as if to hide yourself.

“You don’t want to touch me anymore,” You say dryly. 

It’s not a question so much as it is a statement. Either way, he shakes his head. Rubbing a tired hand over his face, he mumbles, “Maybe you should go.”

You clamp your mouth shut. “You’re not serious, Jungkook.”

He still doesn’t dare to meet your gaze, his jaw set hard in place. 

“You’re kicking me out? Now? Now?” 

“I’m not. I’m just━ Not in the mood tonight.”

“What a liar,” You gasp. “I had your stupid boner poking my ass the entire time we were at the club, and you sure as hell spent the better part of the night fucking me.”

He can’t quite tell if you’re mad. Your tone dances a fine line between incredulousness and amusement, though he assumes it all boils down to disappointment in the end anyway. You refuse to move, though, pushing yourself onto your knees beside him.

“Tell me the truth, Jungkook,” You plead carefully. “Something’s wrong. Has been for a while, and I want to know what it is.”

He takes a deep breath and finally meets your stare and, god, you look irresistible. Your lips are bruised red from him biting and sucking at them, and your exposed chest is too tempting, beckoning him to touch you. His mind is a whirlwind of emotions ━ plus, he’s just a little bit tipsy, and so he blames it on that for caving into you so easily.

He grimaces. “I’m jealous, all right?” 

You don’t respond at first, and he decides he wants to curl up into a hole and die. Then, you snort, which isn’t exactly the sort of reaction he was expecting to hear from you, and suddenly you don’t seem so angry at him anymore. “I knew that. Was wondering when you’d tell me, though.”

“You what?”

“Well, it’s not that hard to see. You’re always giving Namjoon and Taehyung death glares when I’m around.”

“I didn’t think I was that obvious.” He says this sheepishly, and at least you giggle at him. “I just━ I’m selfish. I want you to myself.”

“I’m not a thing to have,” You retort.

“I know,” he says, and then groans the words again. “Fuck, I know. I’m sorry. I know you’re not a thing to have, and you’re not mine to have but, god, I hate it that they know everything about what it feels like to be with you.”

Gently, he grabs at your waist, tugging you onto his lap, rough hands spreading your thighs to sit perfectly on him once more. Then, with his hands planted on your hips, does he guide you back and forth on him slowly. He reaches out to brush his fingers along your bare arms, then across your collarbones, and down to your breasts. He leans down as if to kiss the valley between them, but his mouth never really does meet your skin; instead, his lips graze faintly against you.

“That they know your body.” He brushes his nose against your chest as he lifts his head. His mouth ghosts across your breasts, almost catching your nipples in his mouth, his breath warm and tingly against the sensitive flesh, just to tease you. His hand follows his lips, grasping firmly at the underside of your breast, his thumb flicking over the perked bud. “Have touched it where I’ve touched it.”

Your own hands flail out to grasp at his shoulders, your breath hitching in your throat. “Why? Why do you hate it so much? That’s all I want to know.”

“Because they don’t even know how lucky they are,” he mutters. “Because you probably do all sorts of things for them and they just think you’re another groupie. Because they aren’t in love with you.”

“You’re in love with me?” Your face is hot now, your body trembling. His hands are still on your chest when he starts kissing your throat. 

“Yeah. I am.”

“What if I told you I’m in love with you too?”

“Well, you are fucking my band mates. I think that makes things a tad bit complicated.”

“You’re such an idiot.” You’re certain if he wasn’t making you feel like heaven in that moment, you would have snapped the words. Instead, you’re already shamelessly grinding your hips against his even without his guidance. “I called it off with them a while ago, actually. They were okay with it, too. Said they felt something was different. You’re the only one in my life, Jungkook.”

Jungkook stops suddenly. He pulls his head back to gawk at you and is greeted to your hooded eyes watching him. “You━ What? What about this morning when you said Namjoon wanted to see you?”

“I lied,” You admit timidly. 

“And when you were in his room━”

“We never did anything,” You promise. “I just wanted to see a reaction from you. Honestly, so did Taehyung and Namjoon. I mean, Namjoon purposely told me to come to his room to see if you’d be jealous. And I think I went along with it because I really just want to know that when you ask me to stay with you, in your bed, do you really mean it? I just…” You trail off, biting at your lower lip, asking him apprehensively, “What about you and that Mina girl?”

“I haven’t seen her or talked to her in months,” he says earnestly.

“Of course not.” You say this in a breathless laughing manner, as if it’s just now dawning on you. Then, you reach up to cradle his head in your hands, grasping at either side of his face. When you speak next, your voice is an ardent whisper. “I want to be with you, Kook. Like really, really be with you. I didn’t know how to tell you because we were so used to just having sex and nothing more and I figured if that’s all I could get with you, then I’d learn to live with it even if it’d kill me to hear you hooking up with other girls.”

Jungkook blinks. He takes a moment to comprehend what’s happening, but then he’s feeling that tension in his chest loosen and he’s just so relieved. 

“There’s only you,” he says. “Has been for a while.”

You smile, so big and soft and pretty, and he kisses you just to bask in the moment. Suddenly, he’s just overwhelmed with love for you and almost doesn’t know what to do with himself. 

“Maybe I should get you jealous more often,” You muse pensively. “It’s kinda hot.”

“It’s mean,” he pouts. Then, his demeanour changes and he’s smirking wolfishly. “Besides, they can’t fuck you like I can, can they?”

“N-No,” You croak feebly. “It’s always been you, Jungkook. Even with them. I’d never tell them but… you’re all I could think about even when I was with them. Imagining you touching me instead of them. Imagining it was you when they laid with me.”

This seems to grab his attention, having him groaning into your neck. “What’d I say? Gonna be the death of me.”

You shiver at the sound of his hoarse voice. You whisper aloud, “The feeling is mutual.”

“I’m sorry I’ve been so stupid lately,” he says. “Let me make it up to you. Do you want that, baby girl? But first you gotta show me you mean it. That you’re mine.”

As he tongues a pattern against your throat, you muster a nod. You wonder if it’s obvious how badly you want him in that moment, with the way your hips continue to grind against his. 

“I want you to fuck yourself on my thigh,” he murmurs against you. “Can you do that for me?”

The thought entices you and has you scrambling to nod your head again. His large hands come to grab at your ass, shifting you until you’re seated on one of his legs. Your eyes never stray from his as you start to grind against his thigh, the rough material of his sweatpants rubbing at your core. Slow and steady, he guides you back and forth, watching as your pretty mouth pops open into a silent gasp.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he coos. “God, you look so pretty. And you’re all mine. Touch yourself for me.”

“Where?” You ask breathlessly.

“All over. Anywhere you want me.”

You whimper at the thought, imagining the feeling of his rough hands on your body. You start at your chest, grasping at your own breasts, squeezing at your perked nipples. You pinch them until they’re hard under your fingertips, kneading the soft flesh of your breasts with your palm as you try to picture Jungkook doing the same. Then, you slide one hand down the front of your stomach, past your navel. He watches as you dip lower and lower before finally reaching between your legs, fingers rubbing small circles against your clit. The mingling feelings of you rutting your hips against his thigh and the way you touch yourself under his burning stare has you writhing on his lap within seconds. 

“Oh, Jungkook━” Your eyes clamp shut, brows knitting in concentration. “Wanna feel you so bad━”

“Uh uh,” he tuts at once. Grabbing at your chin, he yanks your head back up in his direction and taps his thumb against your jaw. “Keep your eyes on me. I want to see how I make you feel.”

“But it feels so good,” You whine. Still, you listen, prying your eyes open just slightly enough to meet his stare again. Now, you’ve started to grind a little harder on him, rubbing at your heat a little faster. “Please, Jungkook━”

“Cum for me first,” he coos, his tone gentle despite his obvious demands. “Then I’ll do whatever you want. You can do that for me, right?”

You muster a nod, eyes threatening to flutter shut again but you refrain. He moves one of his arms to wrap around your waist, his large hard encompassing almost all of your back as he pushes you closer to him and the action alone is enough to make you hum with delight. 

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he says. “The things they could never do for you.”

He doesn’t say Taehyung’s or Namjoon’s names for you to understand and, truthfully, you’re glad he doesn’t. Your mind is much too focused on Jungkook to care about anyone else.

“I want you━” You cry out suddenly, biting at your lip. “I want you to touch me, anywhere. I want you to use me, and make me yours. I want you in me. I just need your dick, Jungkook, please. You always make me feel so good. Please, please touch me━”

His jaw sets hard in place as he continues to watch you, fingers itching to please you however which way you want, but he waits. He knows you’re close to your high when you start whimpering and moaning his name, your hand falling from your chest as your other hand rubs harder at your clit the faster you ride his thigh. He flexes his muscle beneath your core, and the simple action is enough to have your head spinning. As you reach your high, his hand that is still wrapped around your chin slides upward and his two forefingers poke into your mouth. Instantly, you’re sucking against them, tongue laving at his digits desperately as you imagine his cock in your mouth, in your cunt, stretching you wide.

“God, you’re such a good girl,” he grunts. “Keep your eyes on me.”

As you unravel in his arms, body twitching into his chest, his arm tightens its hold around your back and envelopes you in his warmth so much to the point where it feels as if you begin to melt against him. You grab at his wrist, pushing his fingers deeper into your mouth until you almost gag, muffled moans meeting his ear as you climax. When you’re spent, your pace on his thigh slows to a steady occasional gyrating of your hips as you suck and lav at his fingertips.

“That’s it, baby girl,” Jungkook hums, his free hand stroking your back as you calm your nerves. When you’ve regained most of your wit, you pop Jungkook’s fingers from your mouth and he takes the liberty of guiding his palm down your chin to your throat to your breasts. “You’re doing so well for me. Bet you never listened as well to them as you do with me. Will you get on your hands and knees for me?”  

You scramble to obey, crawling off his lap and onto all fours on the bed. You crane your neck to watch as he gets to his knees behind you, shoving the material of his sweatpants down to his knees in haste. He’s already impossibly hard, grasped in his knuckles, precum leaking from the head of his dick. He wastes no time in pushing himself into you, and though he’s stretched you wide hours ago, the same feeling of him slipping in snug to your heat does wonders on your body still. 

“Mm, Jungkook!” You cry out as he buries himself balls deep into you, coaxed so easily by your slick arousal. He sputters at the sensation, palms pawing at your navel as he yanks you further down his cock. “F-Fuck━ You feel so good━”

“Show me,” he gasps, pulling his hips out once and rutting into you so vigorously you feel it shudder throughout your whole body. Then, he’s thrusting into you at a rhythmic fast pace that has you clenching so tight around him, his head spins some more. “Let me hear you. I wanna see how I make you feel. Let me see how you belong to me.”

He tugs at your elbows, yanking you up off the bed, and you clumsily follow suit, pressing your back flushed against his chest. 

“I’m all yours, Jungkook,” You whine. “I want you to wreck me so bad. Only you know how to wreck me so bad.”

“Yeah?” he taunts. “Only me? Gonna prove it?”

“Please, Jungkook━ Harder, please━ I’ll do anything you want!”

He quickens his pace and slams his hips up into yours harshly. It has you moaning with delight, nearly slipping from his grasp, but he holds you tighter in place. He reaches round to grab at your chin again, twisting your head in a careful yet prompt manner so that you’re looking over your shoulder at him with your flustered gawking expression.

“Open up.” He taps at your mouth and you do as you’re told. Almost instantly, he pulls your chin closer until your mouth is hovering over his, and spits. It’s a wordless command and gesture, as if to further prompt you to prove your point. You welcome it entirely, swallowing his own saliva completely. What doesn’t make it into your mouth, dribbles down your chin and onto your throat. Then you’re chasing his mouth, hearing him hum approvingly, “That’s it, baby.”

You almost miss his lips the first time from the way he’s being so feral now as his hips continue to slam against yours. You’re fortunate when he guides your chin, still pinched between his fingers, in a much too tender manner for the crude moment that has your heart swooning despite all the hysteria. A hot open-mouthed kiss which is still entirely sloppy as your tongues ravish mid-air, and his teeth nip and suck on your lower lip any chance he can get. 

“Gonna tell them how well I fuck you?” he asks breathlessly. You bite at his lip this time, tugging at it hard. “Let them know you’re all mine? Fuck━”

“Mhm!” You rasp. “Oh, Jungkook━”

By now, his pace is relentless. You threaten to ricochet from his grip with each rut of his hips, knees wobbling beneath you. He hand falls from your chin finally to grab at your breasts, replacing your earlier efforts, pinching at your nipples, squeeze at your soft flesh. He lavs wet kisses along your jawline, your neck, and shoulder. Your own head leans back onto his shoulder, a hand reaching out to grasp at his hair. Your fingers first scratch at the shaved sides, then thread through his hair, yanking at it tightly enough to have him grunting in delight.

“Jungkook, I’m gonna━” You whimper. “I’m gonna━”

But you don’t finish your thought. It doesn’t matter anyway. Jungkook already knows you’re close to your high with the way you start to clench around him. You pull even tighter at his hair, a pleasant burn evoking a hiss from his throat. His hips move even faster than before, desperate to try and carry you to your high. So riddled from your first orgasm not long ago and the one before that, you’re quick to crumble beneath him once more. Twisting and turning, you cry out his name in a repeated mantra, like music to his ears. When the scorching heat between your thighs and blinding your eyes subsides enough for you to be somewhat coherent again, you meekly find your voice.

“Tell me I’m yours,” You beg despairingly, voice barely a ragged panting whisper. The aftershock of your orgasm still shakes through your body that the way you’re clutching at his hair now is only so that you can still have some sort of hold on reality still. “Please, please. Tell me. I wanna be yours so bad. You already have me, just wanna hear it from you. Tell me you want me as much as I want you. Please, Jungkook━”

A nerve flutters in Jungkook’s heart. And his dick. He marvels momentarily at the idea of how he wants to continue to wreck you and simultaneously love you all over and grows impatient. Without warning, and with much difficulty, he pulls out of you. Before you can register what’s happening or miss the warmth of his cock in your heat, he pushes you onto the bed and flips you around so that you’re on your back. Then, hovering over you close enough so that he can hook one of your legs over his shoulder, he pushes himself back into you. 

“You’re all I want,” he says, smoothing his mouth over yours once more. He moans against your lips, then rests his forehead against yours as he squeezes his eyes shut. “God, I’m so fucking in love with you. You make it so hard to think sometimes. Everything about you drives me wild.”

His pace isn’t as harsh as before, though he’s careless as he abandons all form in an attempt to ride out your high and reach his own. Each thrust he makes jolts you back and forth on the bed, the sensitivity between your thighs a mild burn that starts to crescendo as you gasp each time his cock slides back into you. You reach out tiredly to grab at his face with soft motions despite not bothering to move him from where he still rests with his forehead. One large palm of his comes to grasp at your side, pushing you further into the mattress as he hammers into you. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum━” He moans. “Gonna let me fill you up, baby? Gonna let me make your cunt mine?”

“Yes, please,” You rasp. “Wanna feel it so bad.”

It’s different this time despite knowing the sensation well enough from all those times before. Every event since then has been a build up to this, and when he finally releases into you, it’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. The last few sluggish ruts of his hips make the both of you whimper and whine, mewling with delight the longer he cums in your heat. 

Then, he slumps against your chest and the room falls silent once more safe for the sound of your mingled panting. He burrows his face into the crook of your neck and your fingers rake through his sweaty hair in a soothing manner until that too ceases after a few silent moments. 

“Not falling asleep on me now, are you?” he asks after the thrill of both your highs have subsided. He lifts his head to look at you and finds that you are, in fact, beginning to doze off. 

“No,” You lie. You pry one eye open to look at him as you bite back a sheepish snicker. He pulls out of you at long last, and the lack of warmth has you immediately protesting. You reach out  blindly for him before he can move too far. “Come back here. I want to cuddle you.” Then, letting your surroundings register once more, you realize suddenly that music has still been playing all this time. Most specifically, Jungkook’s solo which has been left on a loop. You meet his curious gaze in the dark and deadpan, “Did you seriously just fuck me to your song?”

“It’s not fucking when we were making love,” he wriggles his brows suggestively. You wonder how he’s always so quick to go from one extreme to the other. Whereas five minutes ago, you wanted nothing more than to have him demolish you with his dick, now he’s just his usual lovable idiotic self that you want to kiss all over. He’s not wrong though, you discern. The song isn’t a bad one either, and the thought of him having sex with you to his own music is undescriably hot anyway. 

“You can’t say you were making love to me when you just took me raw.” Amongst other things, you think to yourself, but you’re certain he’s well aware of that. His snickers warm your heart to no end and you can’t help yourself when you lean forward to kiss him. 

“I can and I will because I love you,” he says proudly. Then, as if tasting the words on his tongue and favouring the sound of it, hums more pensively again, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Jungkook.”

And this time he knows you mean it because, in the morning, when you both wake up feeling sore and marked all over by one another (so that Namjoon and Taehyung can know), you’re still curled up into Jungkook’s chest. You’re half asleep, your nose nuzzling against the crook of his neck and making him smile. You’re only roused awake by the feather-light strokes his fingers make as they rub small circles into your back.

“Stay with me?” Jungkook asks this hopefully, of course, but he already knows the answer. This time, he even knows it’ll be different. 

He sees your sleepy smile widen when he kisses your temple sweetly, and decides quickly that he likes this, right there and now, as it is, and especially when he hears you whisper finally, “There’s no place I’d rather be.”

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[taleasnewastime]

Hello rachel! I hope it's okay for me to request these two quotes with jin : ❛ is that my shirt? ❜ ❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜. Thank you ❤️

Hello! Thanks for requesting, hoping you enjoy :) 

Warnings: swearing, smut, oral, blowjob. 

“Hey,” you give a gentle knock on Seokjin’s door before opening it. “What time are you finishing up?”

“Not for another few hours,” he replies, not looking up at you.

“You need a break, Seokjin.”

“I’m alright.”

“When was the last time you ate?” You ask, already knowing the answer but it seems he doesn’t, that or he chooses to ignore you. “Just take ten minutes. Even if it’s just to stretch.”

He’s been in there all day and you would be lying if you said you weren’t a little worried. You know his work is important, that he has a lot of important stuff on his plate, but that doesn’t mean he should practice self-care.

You push open the door enough to step inside. Seokjin still doesn’t look at you.

“Baby,” you plead, walking slowly towards him. “I might have to start insisting soon.”

“Y/N, I said I’m ok.”

“What about a small break in here?”

He doesn’t reply to that. You see his eyebrows draw together, confused. Finally as you near the end of his desk, he looks up at you.

“Is that my shirt?”

“Yep,” you smile at him as you round his desk. “I’m also not wearing any underwear, if you’d like to know.”

His eyes are firmly on you know, you have his fully attention. Standing beside him you push on his chair enough to get him to swing to face you. Placing your hands on his thighs, you spread them wide as you kneel down in front of him.

“You’re stress baby. I just want to help.”

He’s silent like before, only this time it’s a good silent. He watches as you run your hands up his thighs. Unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers. You pull them all down enough to get his cock out. It’s not hard yet, but you��ll change that soon enough.

You spit on your hand, create some lubrication as you look up at him through your lashes.

“Relax baby,” you say as you take his cock and slowly start to pump up and down.

He sighs. The chair creaks as his weight falls backwards. His hands are clutching onto the arms of the chair, and you smile at the scene before you concentrate on his now hard cock.

You lick a strip up the underside of his cock before swirling the tip in your mouth. Keeping your lips there, one of your hands travels down to his balls, lightly fondling them as you lick along the slit of his cock.

He hisses above you, one of his hands going to your head. He doesn’t force you down, but the pressure on your head grows enough to show you he’s enjoying it. You smile to yourself before you take more of him in your mouth.

You start slow, take as much of him as you can. But before long he wants more.

“Use me,” you say when you take him out of your mouth.

Bracing your hands on his thighs you open your mouth and try to loosen your jaw as much as possible.

You hear a shuddering breath as you lower yourself down on to him. And then he lets loose. You gag as the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. Feel your breath restricted as he holds you down. But you gain so much pleasure from it all. Love the way he starts to thrust into your mouth. Enjoy the way he grips your hair to keep you on him. Love hearing the chair groaning and creaking coupled with all of Seokjin’s moans.

Hot, salty liquid goes down your throat without much warning and Seokjin’s apologising when he pulls you off him. His head to the ceiling, the apologises come out more like prays.

You kiss his thigh. “Now will you leave your office for five minutes?” You smile when he nods. 

[hotwings0203]

now we need a part 4 with izuku and bakugo on what happens next to the poor reader 😩✋🏼

Aight imma do a two for one here so MASSIVE BET

Tw:noncon, gangbang

When your hand reaches the doorknob, you know something is off only half a millisecond before another large hand settles itself on your wrist and another one caressing your side.

You freeze immediately at the voices that croon and snarl to you.

“Open the door quietly and we don’t have to make this any more difficult than it’s already gonna be.”

“God, you smell so good. You still haven’t changed your shampoo even after all these weeks huh? I like it.”

Your hand starts to shake and your body starts to sweat as you wildly try to find a way out of this situation. The voices sound eerily familiar, with one being higher and the other more aggressive and raspy, but you don’t dare turn around to locate the faces.

One of them seems to be catching onto your hesitation, because your wrist is crushed underneath a hard grasp and you cry out softly as they growl.

“Open. This. Fucking. Door. Right now.”

It takes a good 15 more seconds to jimmy the lock open, and once you do all three of you go tumbling in.

You whip back around to see both men standing over you, merely watching you with crossed arms and equally perverse leers.

“D-deku? Bakugo? What’s going on?”

Deku practically bounces on the balls of his feet, itching with inappropriate anticipation for what’s to come.

“We wanted to play with you! Are you ready? You can’t fucking ignore me anymore!” His voice is cheery as always but it breaks when he curses, the strains in his vocal cords sticking out while he forces himself from holding back.

Bakugo steps forward.

“Didnt I tell you I was gonna come again for you, you teasing cunt? Didn’t I say to watch your back? Now look at you, sprawled on the floor like rapetoys should be.”

Both men start slowly uncrossing their arms and advance towards you.

“No-no please, why? I didn’t do anything to you! Deku, please!” You blubber as you scuttle backwards, their strides equally as long.

You continue evading them as they play around with you.

“Oh, you have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear those words. ‘Deku, please.’ Although, I’d very much rather you moan it for me.” He has the audacity to blush, and then Bakugo interjects.

“You deserve this y’know, so don’t start crying now. We haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet.” He spreads his hands and his uncharacteristic grin stretches from ear to ear, his vermillion eyes flashing in the dim light of your dorm.

“Anyone whose stupid enough to not realize how this creep has been sniffin’ your panties for months-hell, maybe even years now should get raped. You’re so fucking stupid, you didn’t realize I was protecting you from him.”

“But now look at you. Alone, afraid, vulnerable…oh, and going to the bedroom. You really are an easy slut, huh?”

Deku’s eyes light up when he realizes you truly are unknowingly backing up into the bedroom, but you realize it too late.

It’s only after Bakugo’s words come out that you try to look for a detour for the lock-induced bathroom, but Deku has a different idea.

Out of pure excitement he laughs and sprints towards you, hands outreached to touch your pretty skin, mouth open with drool softly filling the tile below him and eyes bloodshot with lust.

He looks like a creature from hell, and in the pure terror of watching him come at you like that your plan to detour was thwarted and you mindlessly trip back over your feet onto the bed, scrambling as far away as you can from them to the headboard.

You look to your left and quickly seize your bedside lamp, raising it above your head.

“Domt come any closer you closer perv. God, I shouldve known you were fucked in the head. I kept trying to make excuses for you, I thought you were my friend-“ you break down in sobs as the green haired man continues looking at you like you’re a piece of meat, absentmindedly wiping his hand across his mouth.

“And you,” you point to Bakugo who bares his teeth and smirks madly, “I already knew you were the embodiment of hell, but I thought you had a limit of how low you could stoop. You didn’t protect me from shit, you forced your way inside of me day in and day out.”

“Well now that your useless little monologue is over, Deku, tie her legs to the posts. I swear Y/N, you’re making this way too easy for me. It’s almost boring, I already know what I’m gonna get.” He raises his eyebrows at you while he lets his minion do all the work for him, goosebumps racing up his arm at the sight of you screaming and fighting tooth and nail against your fate.

But at the end of the day, after all your curses and sobs and monologues, you’re no match for either of them, especially Deku, who cooes at you to scream louder while he caresses your face and uses nylon string to secure your wrists to the wooden posts. Your legs are also bound after Bakugo seizes them from kicking, and a gag is placed over your mouth by his hands.

He roughly taps the tape covering your trembling lips and smiles condescendingly down at you.

“You’re doing so well for us, rapemeat. Keep up the good work and try to spread those legs as much as you can.” He chuckles when you scream your lungs out, thrashing as he yanks your knees apart.

“Aw, Kacchan, can’t we take the gag off? I wanted to hear her in my ears,” he pouts and looks glumly at your writhing figure.

“No, how fucked in the head are you? Someones gonna come down if she’s hollering for the whole building to hear. And cut her clothes off, I’m getting impatient.”

It seems like Deku too was at his last fiber of self control as his hands shake equally as much as yours, except for an entirely different reason altogether, the opposite reason of yours in fact.

He fishes in his back pockets for something, and produces a glinting steel knife with a black handle.

You still immediately as his descends his hands to the top of your v-neck shirt, right above your collarbones. His eyes fog up as your satiny smooth skin comes in contact with the blade, the coldness of the steel sending shivers down your spine and making you sob harder.

“Kacchan…did you ever get a taste of her blood? How does she taste?” He lifts his head to look into your tear-streaked eyes, but he addresses his childhood friend.

Bakugo snorts. “Calm down Toga, don’t get too crazy yet. We’ll have some more fun later, right now my dick is about to explode. ‘Need a hole,” he mumbles at the end and finally clambers onto the bed right atop your legs.

You stay absolutely silent as pressure from the knife rips the thin strands of your clothes apart, and Deku takes careful care to ensure you at least have thin red lines running down your stomach if not for actual blood.

“Oh fuckkkk,just look at her. You look good enough to eat…” he looks at you and licks his lips, salivating when you whine and twist at your restraints.

“Yeah yeah, you do whatever the fuck you want. Just choose what you’re gonna stick it in and hurry up.”

The blond looks bored almost as the more eager one whips to the side to face him.

“You mean it Kacchan? I can pick?”

They speak as if you’re not alive, no feelings or humanity involved. All you can do is watch and yell into your makeshift gag as the blond waves him off.

“Go for it. It’s your first time satisfying that sick head of yours, ‘must get boring doing it from behind a screen all the time.”

His slowly turns to face you, a kind leer etched across his features, eyebrows slanted and hand coming up to pull your ripped clothes apart.

You struggle and spit muffled profanities out as he slowly drags the bridge of your bra down, eyes wide open as your nipples pop out and eventually both of your tits bounce out.

He hisses and takes his nails up your stomach to fondle your breast. You can tell Deku’s too excited, too inexperienced from the way he handles them like stress balls. You grunt as his mouth latches onto a pert nipple, suckling and looking up at you as if he were some kind of demonic baby.

Bakugo watches all this with a dark glint in his eyes, absentmindedly palming himself as he watches the show unfold in front of him.

It’s entertaining seeing all of the creep’s hormones spiral out of control from years of pent-up lust. He’s never seen the dork so fired up and hungry, he’s never seen him so brutal with a civilian before, the type of people he used to say he’d protect at all costs.

After he’s done playing with your sore tits, he wasted no time in yanking your sweats off. You don’t even trash around anymore, the only thing you’re capable of in this state of terror and shock is weak moans and little sobs, maybe a writhe or two here and there.

Your panties are also torn off and you howl when the elastic cuts into your skin within the process. Bakugo takes this last stripping as an indication for him to move now. He lifts himself up on his knees and moves around your head while Deku situates himself between your violently twitching legs.

“I’m gonna take the gag out now. If you scream or pull any funny business I’ll plug your pussy and your throat with this knife, got it?” He snatches the weapon from the bed and waves it dangerously close to your face.

You nod frantically and try to turn your head to the side, but he yanks you back into place and decides to have his own fun.

While Izuku hurriedly takes his own shorts off the hothead slowly takes the tape off your mouth, staring down at you with unblinking eyes. The knife which you’re so afraid of is traced around your own squeezed shut eyes, down your cheeks and around your lips.

But the horrified trance on which he keeps you in is broken when Izuku suddenly shoved his entire length inside your dry cavern.

Luckily Bakugo has enough foresight to slam a hand over your howling mouth before the entire building can be woken up, and he glares at the sheepish-looking man down the bed from him.

“Are you a fucking virgin? At least rub her clit or something so she doesn’t go hollering at every thrust you damn nerd!”

The man between your legs winces and rubs the back of his neck, chuckling nervously.

“Oops, sorry, got a little carried away there.”

He doesn’t pull out, he merely thrusts slower, trying to fit his fat dick inside your unwilling cunt.

A string of curses leaves your lips and you grimace as the pain becomes near blinding.

Bakugo looks down at you again, the knife forgotten.

“No teeth either.” Your breaths come out in little frantic pants when his bare cock springs out of his own pants.

He taps the leaking purple tip on your lips and you open hesitantly. There’s no point in resisting anymore, they’ve got you quite literally cornered.

“Wider, slut,” he snarls, and you do-but only because Deku’s paps get more aggressive, causing your mouth to fall open in a long whine.

The blond takes this opportunity to slam his length down your throat, groaning around when he sees your throat swell with his bulge.

You immediately start gagging and trying to pull at your restraints for air, his heavy balls rest right on top of your nose and you feel like you’re going to pass out.

You can barely hear him over Deku’s animalistic grunts and whines. He’s going way too fast, as if he’s possessed by your pussy. It numbs you, taking away some of the pain in a flip side.

But on the other end of your body, you’re desperate for air while a fuzzy ballsack paps against your nose and eyes.

Each sadistic stroke he puts inside of you widens your sore esophagus, bringing bile up sometimes and large amounts of saliva too.

He’s not as loud as Deku, but he’s equally as greedy with your holes.

Your body literally hovers up almost in midair as Bakugo thrusts in and lifts his hips up, taking your upper half along with it and Deku does the same unconsciously, trying to fuck up into your womb.

It’s an exact replica of a perverted spit roast, with both of them catching each other’s rhythm and slamming inside your holes at the same time.

Your clit is suddenly rubbed inexpertly to the point of overstimulation, and the incoming sob forced out of your throat warps into a pained scream.

The vibrations of your scream makes Bakugo cum suddenly with a hoarse groan. He doubled over your body and gnaws at your bouncing tits, licking and teething at them the same way his counterpart did.

The sight of copious amounts of cum being leaked out of your filled mouth propels the green-haired man to whimper and shove himself back in one more time, hitting your cervix and causing both his and your eyes to roll back.

He cums too, but both men keep their semi-hard cocks inside of your aching body.

You don’t know what’s worse, having both of them by your side or both of them inside.

[starryhyuck]

not the same. (m)

pairing: dom!renjun x sub!reader

words: 2k+

summary: you haven’t seen renjun in years, and you can’t deny your crush on him hasn’t gone away.

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: multiple orgasms, creampie, choking, degradation

This isn’t weird. You’re hanging out with Renjun for the night just like you used to.

He’s also incredibly hot now, but that’s a different story.

The door swings open and you put on your best smile. Renjun grins back and envelops you in a hug, and you try your best to ignore the warmth pooling at your core.

“Hey, I missed you!”

You giggle and wrap your arms around his waist. “I missed you too, Renjun.”

He ushers you inside and notes that the rest of the boys are gone for the night, so it would just be you two. All alone. For hours.

You can do this.

“I made dinner, I’m hoping you still like that stuff we used to eat in school,” he chuckles, hovering over the stove while you take a seat at the dining table.

“It sounds great,” you beam. “Thank you.”

You cough awkwardly. You don’t really know what to say — you haven’t seen Renjun in a few years. The both of you were practically joined at the hip since birth, but you’ve grown a lot after he left, and so has he. You still kept in touch with his career and his surmounting success, but FaceTime calls aren’t the same as being together in real life.

“Do you still dance?” He questions, stirring whatever contents he was brewing. “I remember how good you used to be.”

You chuckle. “From time to time, but not as much as before. I can obviously tell you’re still dancing. Donghyuck mentioned you’ve been working out a lot lately too.”

He rolls his eyes playfully. “Yeah, I work out, but nothing changes.”

I beg to differ. You cough again.

“When did you start talking to Donghyuck again anyways?” He asks. You think you hear a hint of jealousy in his voice, but you shake the thought off before it grows.

“You know him, he’s always bugging me when he gets bored. He was also trying to find something to blackmail you with.”

He laughs, and you forgot how that sound used to make you feel. You shove down the butterflies blooming in your chest. Your crush on Renjun really never went away, especially after he rose to stardom and kept in contact with you. His parents still call you their daughter-in-law, which doesn’t help your attempts to let the crush subside at all.

You eat dinner in silence, and it isn’t comfortable silence either. It’s after a few minutes pass when Renjun grows upset and throws down his chopsticks.

“What’s wrong with us? We were never awkward like this before.”

You blink, avoiding his gaze. “Um, well, we haven’t seen each other in a long while.”

“But we talk all the time,” he frowns. “We had a two hour call just last week.”

You shrug. “I don’t know what to tell you, Renjun.”

You want to tell him that seeing him in person clearly has an effect on you. Your panties are practically ruined just because you’re sitting next to him. It’s been like this all the time, but you’re usually able to control your affections for him in a more subtle manner.

“Is it me? Is it the food? Do you actually not like it anymore? I can-“

“No, no, the food is fine,” you assure. You feel incredibly bashful trying to speak to him about your thoughts. “I just- I don’t know. It’s hard. Seeing you in person again.”

His eyebrows furrow. “Why?”

You exhale. “Because you always make me feel weird, Renjun.”

His frown grows deeper. “Okay, you lost me. Am I making you uncomfortable? I don’t mean to.”

“No!” You hiss, getting frustrated. “I just- The crush I had on you years ago never went away, okay? I tried, but it’s just hard seeing you like this.”

You angrily stab your fork into your food and curse yourself silently. You pause when you feel his hands move over yours, turning so you can face him.

“Renjun, what are you-“

You gasp when his lips press against yours, thumb caressing your cheek slowly. You whimper when he pulls you closer against him, to the point where you’re almost straddling his lap.

“Renjun,” you whisper, and he shushes you.

“It’s okay, baby. How long did you wait for me?”

Your fingers grip his shoulder as he balances you on top of him.

“I- um-“

He laughs. “I heard you tell Jaemin a few months ago about your crush. I was wondering if I should make a move or not.”

You narrow your eyes. “So you knew.”

He hums, and moves his mouth to press kisses against your neck. The sensation has you arching at the touch, and your breath hitches as Renjun’s hands move lower and lower.

“So all that time, you were just imagining yourself under me, weren’t you?”

You swallow. “Maybe.”

He laughs again, but this time, it sounds just a little more sinister. You wonder if you’ve awoken something in him.

You squeal when he picks you up, easily moving the two of you to his bedroom. He lays you down on his bed, fingers still gripping your hips tightly. He smiles down at you.

“Aren’t you a pretty sight?”

“Won’t Jisung be mad? We’re violating his room.”

“It’s my room too,” he muses, sucking at the sensitive spot on your neck. “And he won’t know. I understand you’re incapable of keeping a secret, but I’m actually quite good at it.”

“Hey!” You pout.

He grins. “Cutie.” He pauses as his hands hover over your jeans. “I should let you know something before we go further.”

You nod, sensing the nervousness in his tone. “It’s okay, Renjun. I trust you.”

He chuckles. “I’m not usually- um, I’m not usually delicate with these sorts of things.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You mean having sex?”

“Yeah. I mean, I’m not crazy, but I don’t like going slow.”

“Well, it’s not like I’m a virgin, Renjun.”

“I just think it would be best if we have a safe word.”

Arousal builds within you at the thought of Renjun being so rough. You never expected it from him, if you’re being completely honest. Renjun was always your happy, tiny friend who loved you unconditionally.

“Um, okay. How about pineapple?”

“Sounds good to me.”

And then Renjun unleashes a part of him you’ve never seen before. You gasp when he undresses you in a blink of an eye, his eyes darkening at the lace of your panties.

“Did you wear this for me, baby?”

You stutter. “I-I didn’t know-“

He smiles. “Just teasing. You look so cute when you’re on the spot, you know.”

You don’t have time to respond before he’s running a finger up your clothed core. You hiss and arch your back.

“So responsive,” he hums. “Tell me how you like it, baby.”

You blink. “I usually like it when they eat me out first.”

“Yeah?” He asks, taking the shell of your ear between his lips. “You like it when they eat your cunt? When they play with your pretty little pussy?”

You whimper at the filth leaving his mouth. “Yes, yes,” you cry. “I want it, please.”

He growls. “Fuck, baby. I want to make a mess out of you.”

He moves until he’s in between your thighs, pressing kisses against the flesh. Your breath hitches as his fingers tug your underwear down. You’re a little shy to be so bare in front of him, but with the way Renjun looks at you, you swear he’s about to devour you at any moment.

You whine when he takes the first lick up your slit, pleasure shooting through your veins. You watch as he spits onto your cunt, tongue circling over your clit roughly. Your orgasm crashes into you without warning and you cry out, tangling your hands into his hair and pulling him closer. He drinks your essence as you ride out the waves of your high.

“Renjun, Renjun, Renjun,” you chant his name, feeling over the moon.

He laughs when you come down. “You cum really fast. Good.”

“Wait-“

You almost scream when he slides two fingers into you. His thumb presses against your clit harshly and you move to scramble away from him.

“I’m too sensitive, no, no-“

He shushes you. “Don’t worry, baby. I got you.”

You swear you scream when he pushes a third finger inside your dripping pussy, sending you over the edge again. You’re a whimpering mess at this point, begging Renjun to give you a break while he coos at you.

“Aw, you’re so pretty when you look like a little whore for me, baby. Are you always this wet for everyone else?”

“J-Just for you,” you whisper, struggling to breathe. He laughs at your disheveled state.

“It’s just for me? Pretty slut, all for me, right baby?”

You nod and he retracts his fingers, stuffing them in his mouth. He nearly licks them clean and you gasp at how lewd the action is.

“Can I h-have your cock n-now?”

His grin stretches from ear to ear. “Oh? You want more? So greedy.”

“Renjun, please.”

“You can do a lot better than that,” he teases. “Tell me how much you want my cock, sweet girl.”

You scramble. “I want it s-s-so badly, R-Renjun. W-Want you to fill my t-tight pussy with your cock. You made me wait too long,” you whine.

“I did make you wait a long time, didn’t I?”

You eagerly agree, hoping he’ll give you what you desire. You squeak when his fingers close around your throat. He leans down to lick a stripe up your cheek.

“Open.” You follow instructions, opening your mouth wide and observing as his spit trails down to your tongue. “Swallow.”

You obey and he smiles, pleased with your performance.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, baby. Remember your safe word?”

You nod. All you can do is lay down and watch as he frees his cock from the confines of his underwear, his hand still wrapped around your throat possessively. Your eyes widen at the length of his cock, giving himself a few tugs before he positions at your entrance.

You whine. “Hurry, Renjun.”

“Such an impatient whore.”

The stretch is burning and you moan, your eyes locked on how Renjun struggles to push inside of you.

“Fuck. You’re so fucking tight.” When he bottoms out, you both exhale loudly. He pushes your thighs apart further and balances himself on his knees. “Remember that safe word, baby.”

You wonder why Renjun was so concerned about pushing it too far until he actually fucks you. The pleasure is mind numbing, and combined with him choking you and rubbing at your clit, you feel like you’re going to pass out. It gets to be too much for you again, and you whimper, trying to push him away.

He scolds you. “Don’t be such a brat. Take your fucking like a good girl.”

You’re sure you have another two orgasms without actually registering they’re happening. You feel limp in his arms, practically turning into a doll for him to fuck as he pleases. When the fire builds in your stomach again, you feel a tear slip down your cheek.

“I can’t, Renjun. I c-can’t.”

“Yes, you can and you will. One more, pretty girl, and I’ll give you all my cum like a good whore deserves. Don’t you want that, baby?”

And you want it. You want it more than you’ve ever wanted anything before.

Your last orgasm is blinding, and you grip his arm tightly, trying to pull him as close as you possibly can. Your whole body twitches and Renjun groans, spilling into you after you continuously clench down on his cock.

When you both recover, you feel like a different person. You faintly hear him rising to clean you up, whimpering when his cock slips out of you. His calming voice returns soon after.

“Shh, good girl. Did so good for me.”

Your eyes widen when you feel him gather the cum dripping onto your thighs and pushing it back into you.

“Renjun-“

“It’s okay, I got you. Last one, I promise.”

You fulfill his wishes, and it doesn’t take very much for you to be thrown off the edge again. You pass out shortly after, hearing his praises before your eyes flutter shut.

“Good girl. So pretty and pliant for me. Sweet dreams.”