#wit his big smile of lil teeth

[weirdo09]

thank you, lil boy, for makin me feel pretty today 🫶🏽

[dilfl0v3rss]

just one day

“why you gotta go out all the time, huh? can’t just lay wit me on the couch?” geto groaned, his large figure blocking the front door with his arms crossed over his chest. you’ve been going out back to back for about two weeks now and he was more than tired of it. you gave him a soft smile, your pretty white teeth making his heart do flips as he watched you wrap your arms around his neck. geto’s hands instinctively lowered, slowing moving towards your ass before giving it a hard squeeze under your skirt. “i can’t go have fun?” you said in a sultry voice, his dick twitching in his sweats as he looked down at your pretty outfit.

“ian say that, jus want one day. can i have my girl for one day?” his deep voice brought a certain tingle down your spine, your thighs slowly shifting together to calm the growing arousal in your panties. geto noticed this, his dark eyes practically glued to your lower half as he watched your thighs rub together. “you can try t’act like you don’t wanna stay, but i know where she wants t’be” suddenly his big hands moved, one now on your hip as the other made its way between your thighs, cupping your soaked pussy through the thin fabric of your underwear.

a quiet gasp flew from your lips, being swallowed by the pair of pink lips joining yours in a sloppy kiss. geto knew how to get to bending to his will quickly and planned to use those tactics on you right now. his big, strong hands moving back to your ass before abruptly lifting you in his hands. you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck as your boyfriend walked you to the soft cushion of the couch. as geto laid you down, he sat on his knees between your legs, slowly freeing his broad chest from his shirt without moving his eyes away from yours. you were too busy ogling his body to notice, his thick dick protruding from his sweats.

a smirk slid to geto’s face, his body moving down towards yours before he left light kisses on your stomach. he moved up slow and steadily, kissing all over your body until making it all the way up to your neck. “want me t’fuck you?” his deep voice was muffled into the soft skin of your neck, his print rubbing up and down your clothed clit as he squeezed the fat of your thigh with one hand. your lack of reply cause geto’s smirk to widen, his hand quickly tapping your thigh as he got your mind back on track. “huh mama? want me t’put this dick in you?” the answer was and would always be “yes”, but the fact that he asked for permission just made you go crazy. a soft whine left your lips as you tried to raise your hips to feel more of the delicious friction. “y-yea��.w-want you t’put it in” at your words geto broke, his body moving almost instantly to turn you on your stomach before pushing your skirt up and pulling your panties to the side. “anything for my baby”

it didn’t take long for geto to have you crying, your legs pushed to your chest as he’d lean down and kiss your tears away. “how it feel? feel full mama?” the sound of your man’s voice caressed your ears, but you were in no shape to reply. your lips parted and eyes rolling as you felt your orgasm rush through you. “c-can’t cum no m-more” you breathed out, earning you a hard thrust to your cervix as geto looked down at you with dissatisfied eyes. “what i say bout that? stop saying you can’t princess, i know what m’doin” you let out a small “sorry” before your boyfriend continued his work, his dick hitting the deepest parts of you as he looked down at you with low, loving eyes. “why you ain’t wanna spend time wit me huh? you like puttin on them sexy lil outfits and walkin past me don’t you mama?”

a small smirk crept towards his lips at the sight of your surprised eyes, how did he know? geto could tell what you were thinking without having to ask you, his hand moving towards your clit as he continued. “been wantin daddy t’beg you t’stay right?” you slowly nodded your head, words stuck in your throat as you gave your boyfriend pleading eyes. geto coo’d at this, only thrusting himself into you harder before leaning down and leaving light kisses on your lips, cheeks, and neck. “please stay baby, let me fuck this pussy all day n’make you feel good. can i do that f’you ma?” as his begs came to an end he began to leave sloppy kisses all over your neck, moving his hips faster into you as he felt his second release approaching.

geto’s voice always made you feel a way, but the deep, gravelly tone mixed with sweet begs he made just pushed you over the edge. your legs shook as you felt your release rush out of you wetting not only the couch, but the both of your bodies now carried a wet shine. “f-fuck papa” you moaned, your back arching off the couch as you watched your boyfriend continue to fuck you to chase his release. a small whimper fell from your lips, “i know pretty, but you gon be here awhile. m’not letting you off this couch until we make up for all the days you left me on the couch, dressed all pretty n shit.” before you could think you were laid on your stomach, your ass getting pulled high in the air by strong, inked hands before geto slowly thrusted back into you. his hands slowly sliding up and down your back before pushing it down to the cushion.

“keep it just like that f’me mama we got a lot of time to make up”

i forgot to put geto in the poll so ima just post this now😭

[shawtuzi]

i’m having thee worst plug!eren brainrot rn so here’s some random hc’s for himmm

mdni///cw include: black coded reader, SMUT, a whole lotta tooth rotting fluff, drug usage, major gun kink, talks of mommy and daddy issues, some grisha slander heh, not proofread so there may be some spelling mistakes :((

♡ so it’s goes without saying he is one of those ppl that has no idea what to do when someone���s crying in front of him. he grew up in a household where if he was ever caught crying he’d be told to suck it up and act like a man :(( so it’s very hard for him to find the right words to say or do the right actions when comforting someone. on the bright side he has gotten better at it since he’s met you.

♡ the first time you cried in front of him was when you made the horrible decision to show him the movie ‘my sisters keeper’ and you were an absolute mess by the time the credits rolled. “are you….are you crying?” he asked absolutely flabbergasted that you were crying, sure the movie was sad but was it really that sad?? (yes it is). “of c-course im sad *hiccup* did you not watch any of the damn movie?” you sniffled crossing your arms over you chest. instead of talking about it any further eren just pulled you onto his lap and tucked your face in his neck muttering out a ‘whatever you say weirdo.’ after witnessing many moments like that he’s wayyy better at handling your lil emotional self.

♡ he’s surprisingly a natural with kids!!! one of his homeboys has a three year old daughter who is absolutely too precious for her own good and every time eren sees her he can’t help but turn into a pile of mush. he doesn’t do the whole baby talk thing though he’ll talk to that little girl like she’s one of the homies much to your dismay. one time he bought her a barbie car as a present and the gesture was adorable a first until he opened his damn mouth, “and if any of those kids at the park mess with you just run them over with this and they’ll leave you alone okay? listen to your uncle eren he knows his shit.” that earned him a smack upside the head from you and an exhausted head shake from his homeboy. he rlly is too much.

♡ seeing you with his homies daughter also ignited something in him he’s never ever felt before. eren could never see himself as a dad, maybe the cool uncle but nothing more than that. but goddamn seeing you handle kids makes him wanna buy a big ass house and give you as many kids as you’ll let him—hence his raging breeding kink that appears from time to time. you always wondered why he got so riled up every time he saw you with his friends daughter and then it all started to make sense one night when he was fucking you like a madman and kept moaning n panting about how pretty you’d look carrying his kids. you both came to an agreement that kids were off the table for a while but it didn’t make it any less fun when he stuffed you full of his cum until he was basically shooting blanks.

♡ “g-goddamn fuck y/n,” eren groaned into your ear, emptying his fourth load into your aching pussy. you were absolutely spent—nothing but a babbling, brain dead mess. you thought eren would’ve been too tired as well, but when he pulled his face outta your neck he still had that mischievous glint in eyes that had you folded up in the first place. “m’still hard,” he whispered making you whimper. “no…n-no more ren too sensitive,” you whined making eren hum. he glanced at your thighs that were still shaking from the aftershocks of you previous orgasm, then looked back into your eyes. you knew what he was hinting at and meekly nodded your head making him smile. he slowly pulled out of your pussy, gently shushing you when he heard you whine before sitting back on his knees. he pushed your thighs together and quickly slipped his dick between the pillowy skin, groaning at how soft you felt. “yeah…that’s it you feel so good mama,” he grunted pulling his kiss swollen bottom lip between his teeth. every once in a while he dick would glide across your overly sensitive clit making you mewl. it didn’t take long for eren to reach his peak once again and without warning he parted your thighs and shoved his dick back into your pussy knocking all the air out of your lungs. “so good….always so good for me. my perfect girl i love you do much,” eren muttered breathlessly into your ear.

♡ his love language is words of affirmation hands down!!!! he practically purrs like a kitten when you tell him how much you love him and how much he means to you :((

♡ i don’t think it’s any surprise he’s got some pretty bad mommy AND daddy issues. losing carla at a young age had a monumental impact on him as a kid and grisha didn’t even deserve the title of being a father. his whole life he’s never been able to be vulnerable in front of anyone until he met you ofc. you were his light, his safe haven and he didn’t know what he did to deserve someone as caring and nurturing as you but he never dared question it. you’d only seen him cry one time in front of you and it was when you went with him to visit carla’s grave. he looked like he was holding so much in and it absolutely broke your heart. “it’s okay to be upset eren you don’t ever have to put on that tough façade for me,” you whispered pressing a kiss to his trembling lips that was full of so much love and care he could’ve sobbed. he still has his moments where he closes his emotions off from you but day by day you’re slowly breaking down those walls he built up all those years.

♡ he is a true crime girly!!! he’s one of those ppl that can go to sleep watching the i.d. channel and still sleep peacefully.

♡ you’re a tad bit too clumsy for your own good so eren keeps a thing of bandaids and alcohol in his car and then a small lil box of sanrio themed bandaids in your purse. you thought he was absolutely ridiculous for keeping them on standby until you used damn near all the sanrio themed bandaids.

♡ “not so ridiculous for keeping these around now am i huh?” he chuckled putting the bandaid on your scraped knee. you didn’t say anything instead letting out an annoyed huff, but the annoyance quickly went away when he gave your knee three kisses. “my clumsy girl,” he snickered giving your pouting lips a kiss. “s’not my fault these heels are just too tall,” you mumbled kicking them off in annoyance. eren smirked and reached behind his seat pulling out a pair of fluffy slides, “i knew you’d get annoyed with them eventually—put these on instead,” he said setting the slides on your lap. you tried to your bratty act up but you just couldn’t stop the smile that crept on your glossed up lips, “you’re the best renny,” you giggled giving his cheek a kiss. “i know i am.” cocky ass mf.

♡whenever y’all are at your place it’s such a sight seeing this big, strong, mean man all comfortable in your pink fluffy blankets n cuddling with your squishmallows even though he supposedly has beef w them—but let me not even get into that seriously. sometimes after he’s done beating your pussy up he’ll grab two of your plushies and make them hump each other pretending it’s the two of you.

♡ “yes yes yes eren!” eren moaned on a high pitched voice making your cheeks burn in embarrassment. you tried snatching the plushies from his grip but it was no use he was too damn strong. “oh my godddd eren enough!” you whined smacking his chest, leaving a red handprint in the making. eren’s jaw dropped and he turned to you his brows furrowed, “now that wasn’t very nice was it?” he said turning his head to plushie. “not very nice at all,” he said dropping his voice an octave making you giggle. you moved yourself onto his stomach and grabbed the plushies, tossing them aside. “m’sorry baby,” you pouted giving the red mark a sweet kiss, “let me make it up to you.” and that’s how you ended up face down ass up while eren pounded you from behind, the force making you grab onto your plushies for dear life.

♡ he’s very very into gunplay and it’s all your fault. that day you asked him so nicely to fuck your mouth with his glock was the day you created a monster.

♡ one night you both were at a block party and ‘get low’ by lil jon started playing and you couldn’t help but make your way over to where everyone was dancing and join in. eren admired you from the side taking a hit of his blunt every once in a while. you looked so damn good it was criminal. the way your denim mini skirt began to ride up your thick thighs from dancing had eren’s dick jumping in his pants. while you were dancing you suddenly felt a pair of strong arms around you and knew exactly who it was. “you look so fine dancing out here you’re killing me baby,” he chuckled pushing your backside into his front and that’s when you felt it. you froze in your spot making eren smirk, “you okay mama?” he asked pressing a wet kiss to your neck. not even five minutes later you dragged eren to his car and bounced on his dick while while you sucked on his glock. even though the windows were blacked out anyone with eyes could tell what was happening with the way the car bounced and jostled. “fuck just like that baby make a mess on this dick,” eren groaned, pushing the glock deeper into your mouth.

♡ it didn’t stop there either sometimes eren liked to have you point the gun at his head while he fucked you. “look at my sweet girl holding my—goddamn m-my fucking gun. so damn naughty hm?” he grinned loving the way you were struggling to hold it against his head.

♡ his only social media is instagram and it’s basically a fanpage dedicated to you. his profile pic? a picture of him laying on your ass with the biggest smile on his face. his pinned photos? a picture of you and him with matching grills, one of you both wearing ski masks while his gun is pointed at the camera beam on and everything, and the other one is a pic of you two in a photo booth—you were smiling oh so prettily while one of your boobs was in his mouth. he only follows a few of his friends and the only girl he follows is you ofc not bc you made him only follow you he just chose too <333

♡ now after eren gets locked up life is a little bit different than it used to be. since being a dealer was out of the question he started working at an auto body shop w connie and although he wasn’t making as much money as he was before he still provided for you in every way. you didn’t mind the lack of expensive gifts in the slightest you were just happy your renny was back in your arms. he worked a lot more than he used to which left you a lot more needy for his touch and attention but he always made sure to take care you even after an excruciatingly long day at work.

♡ “missed you so much ren today went by so slow,” you whined against his lips as he fucked into you. he was pretty tired so he went a little slower than he usual fast pace but you didn’t mind in the slightest. “missed you too mama. you’re so sweet f’having dinner ready for me n’ helping me out in the shower,” he groaned pushing his thumb into your mouth which you greedily sucked. he always took a shower as soon as he got off, not wanting to get any oil or other grime from the shop on your pretty clothes. you couldn’t stand to not be in his arms a minute longer so you followed him into the shower and just wrapped your arms around his toned stomach while he showered not saying a word. little did you know in just a few days he’d be taking you on a vacation to barbados (somewhere you’ve been dying to visit) and while you both were there he planned on making you his forever by putting a fat rock on your finger.

[tinypixl]

Inspired by Vrelnir saying that Harper was originally supposed to track down asylum escapee PC's on the blogspot a while ago, so here's a lil scene for how I imagine this could have gone (with a tiny sprinkle of wish fulfillment✨)

@pip-n-chips come get yo food, this was motivated by you digging up that old-ass ask 👀

Warnings/Additional Info: m!Harper, no smut sry, Harper being Harper, stalking, vomit mention, wobbly writing, implied past/future SA, traumatized PC, drugs, kidnapping, a tiny sprinkle of yandere

"...And remember, ladies and gentlemen," Harper said sternly, his hands folded behind his back: "You are dealing with a very disturbed and possibly confused individual that is quite capable of harming others as well as themselves."

Harper now finally turned to face the group of orderlies behind him with an unreadable expression. He paused for a few seconds, letting his words set in before continuing: "That being said, it is of upmost importance that you do not underestimate the patients intellectual capacity," Harpers expression remained unreadable but he visibly clenched his teeth, remembering how he himself had so stupidly miscalculated that sharp wit of yours.

"...Especially not after the incident that they caused a few days ago, which started this whole situation in the first place. The ones of you working in the asylum will know the full extend."

Some of the orderlies exchanged confused glances, the others knew better.

Harper turned around again and took a few steps forward. He stopped infront of a desk and picked up a piece of paper. It was a poster. A poster of you, with glazed, terror-stricken eyes. It had been taken when you first came to the asylum, now printed out as a warning to the townfolk (at least, that's the excuse he used in this case all the time: the safety of the townfolk...)

He inspected it incrediously, before swiftly fetching it as he spoke up once more: "I not only want you to be on the lookout for anyone entering and leaving the Nightingale hospital, I want you to keep an eye on the whole town, especially on Domus street. We've talked about the benefits those who'll retrieve this patient will recieve."

Harper looked upon that beautiful poster of yours once more before turning his head towards the orderlies one last time, the soft smile he usually wears had returned to his features.

"That was all, don't forget it," he remarked mannerly but one would've been reckless to ignore the discreet undertone of his voice.

"You are dismissed."

Orderlies began to shuffle out of the room. Harper made sure to wait until the last one left, the door slamming close before he returned his attention to the poster.

The dark room was dead quiet now with the only light peaking in through the thin lines of the shut blinds.

Harpers thumb gently brushed over the cheek of your image as he only took in your haunted expression for a moment. Then, he moved his arm to put it back on the desk again but stopped short of it's surface. Instead, he folded it three times and put it in the right pocket of his doctor's coat for later. It's not the first copy he lended for personal use but it's okay, he made enough for it not to make a difference.

To his suprise, he actually found himself feeling quite giddy today. It was certainly a big improvement from last weeks mood.

That being said, he still chastised himself for his embarrassing underestimation of your character. After all, it was extremely significant for his profession to be wary and watchful. But you were always so unassuming. Harper had carelessly mistaken your quietness as flustered shyness, maybe even submission. A mistake, that had made him want to rip his hair out when it finally hit him.

Your mind's stubborn refusal of his hypnosis attempts should've been a major red flag for that but then again, you'd never made the impression of an unruly patient who was plotting something. You weren't really popular with the other patients, mostly keeping to yourself and studying. You never resisted the rest of the treatment, never attacked him, always looking at him with those big innocent doe eyes-

Harper slammed his hands on the desk in front of him, some of his irritation returning accompanied by an odd fluttering in his stomach.

That little plan of yours had set into motion about two months ago, he reckoned. He recalled the view in front of him, of the flimsy hospital gown barely covering your supple body and how you'd obeyed his command to sit on his lap without any protests. The way your plush thighs had pressed against his own...

He could still feel the shivers go right into his crotch thinking about it... And how you'd kissed him then... Your soft lips hungrily bruising his, wet little tongue peaking into his mouth. So eager, so devoted... He really thought then that you'd lusted for him in the same vain that he had for you for so, so long.

A shaky breath came through Harper's slightly parted mouth. He wasn't entirely sure if you'd taken his keycard then or after he had you bend over his desk but it was gone in the evening. He'd spend the entirety of that day flushed with his heart pumping, he hadn't thought much of it going missing, as he'd also visited the farm not too long after. There was a spare he'd kept after all so it didn't matter much to him, thinking it just fell out in his lust-filled stupor...

Imagine his horror when he'd gotten all the patients back under control during that incident and you were suddenly missing. He'd even been worried at first that you'd gotten attacked and were lying somewhere, hurt. The security footage disproved that rather quickly. None of the orderlies had been able to find, let alone retrieve you from the surrounding area.

He'd spend that whole evening looking for you, and the entire night looking through hours upon hours of security footage. You'd entered the security room the same evening you'd stolen his keycard. That had also been when your frequent studying habit started. Every single damn textbook you'd used had been looked through by him that night. Oh you smart, slippery little thing. You'd been trying to figure out how to manipulate the control panel all this time...

A uncharacteristic grin formed on Harper's lips, his giddiness returning. Right, you were smart and you'd tricked him. He gave you that. But you were also all alone. Sure, he couldn't really waltz into Bailey's territory to get you back, you were still his ward which he hated, he should be the one in control, it wasn't enough to desperately pull on your delicate strings-

But you also wouldn't be able to hide in the orphanage forever. Eventually, you would have to resume your everyday life and then it would only be a matter of time.

Harper glanced into the asylum's yard through the cracks of the blinds, watching all the small moving figures.

It would only be a matter of time before he got you back.

~

A few small knocks rang against your door. The noise didn't startle you too much anymore, you'd gotten used to it pretty quickly after coming back. Despite this, it seemed a bit different today. With how early it was you first thought that it had been Bailey but the softness of the knocks contradicted that assumption.

For another moment, you just laid there, staring up at the ceiling before exhaling and dragging yourself to your dingy bedroom door.

Through the little gap, the flickering light of the hallway as well as two big, round, sympathetic eyes greeted you. Robin. She wore that small apologetic smile, with her brows softly knitted over her eyes. You adored that expression as much as you loathed it sometimes, it made you feel so pitied...

"Hey, how are you feeling?", Robin inquired carefully.

Stuttering, you could only give her a rather vague answer: "Umm I... I d-don't know I... think I'm okay...?"

"Do you think that... Maybe you'll be able to go to school again? No pressure of course! I'm just... A bit worried that you'll maybe miss too many hours. Don't want you to get written up or anything.."

Sweat collected on your hands that you tried to wipe on your pyjama pants. Robin was right but... You were still a bit... skeptical about assuming that you're in the clear just because you escaped but you couldn't tell her that.

Robin noticed your inner tutmoil and chimed in once more: "Of course, I'd walk with you to and from school! Just like you did when I was...", she trailed off.

Your mouth felt dry, trying to force out an answer.

"... Okay. I'll get ready."

Robin beamed at you before telling you to come to her room when you were done. It's fine you figured, you couldn't hide in the orphanage forever.

~

It was, in fact, not fine. But you didn't figure that out soon enough, the days after you'd gone to school again running just too smoothly. Despite looking over your shoulder, you never saw anyone watching. On the third day you even felt save enough to start to go to work on your own again.

Now, hiding in an alleyway beside two dumpsters in the dead of night, you noticed your slip-up.

Your hands were clutching a poster that you had ripped off the wall behind you minutes prior and probably the reason why you were in this situation in the first place. Your face was plastered on top. On the bottom it read: 'Warning! Dangerous asylum escapee; Caution is advised' along with a number to call about your last whereabouts. You had never been a danger to other people and still weren't but you knew the truth didn't matter in this town. Not when it was so easy for someone sneaky and powerful enough to just twist it to their advantage.

It was now abundantly clear to you where the orderlies you'd ran from earlier came from. Why didn't any of those posters catch your attention before?

Quietly, you huddled further into yourself beside the two dumpsters, trying to keep it together.

The alley lead into a dead-end but maybe, just maybe you were lucky and they hadn't seen you go in. You assumed they were still searching the surrounding area, so if you were quiet enough-

"Are you certain they went this way? You haven't found any trace of them yet."

You almost choked on the air that you were trying to inhale, hands instantly clasping over your mouth as you tried to keep yourself from hyperventilating. Of course, you'd recognize that smooth almost plummy voice instantly. You briefly wondered why he'd make such a big effort of showing up himself to bring you back but then again, the poster clutched in your hands over your mouth should've been enough prove to you that he was very serious about this.

A group of footsteps ripped you out of your thoughts and made your heart jump in terror. They were still rather distant but... definitely in the alleyway you were hiding in.

"100% sure Doctor, 'seen them go in this direction myself. We've searched any possible place they might've went. They have to be in here."

Oh god, you felt like you were going to throw up. The footsteps came closer, you could hear it. The ones closest to you sounded calm as they could be. Unrushed, taking their sweet time before they suddenly stopped.

"Alright. Let me handle this.", Harper's voice rang out once more. Now you could only hear those calm, slow footsteps coming closer and closer. Tears stung at the corners of your eyes.

Your name being called out gingerly sent a cold shiver down your spine. Harper's voice had taken on a soothing tone, the same one he used to play-pretend a normal doctor, the same one he used to hypnotise people:"... You don't have to be afraid any longer. I'm here to help you!"

At this point, you had completely given up on trying to control your breathing. Instead trying to hold you breath as much as could to prevent a full-blown panic attack. Prey, you felt like cornered prey.

"Please don't make this so hard on the both of us. I can help you. You'll feel so much better with regular treatment, I promise..."

Tears now ran down your cheeks freely as it took everything in you not to sob in pure horror. Despite your heartbeat pounding in your ears you heard clearly that his voice had started to shake slightly; giddy with anticipation. You needed to get out of here... You needed to get out of here!

"Someone in your predicament shouldn't be without help for so long...", his voice became more breathy as he closed in on your hiding spot.

"We both know that I know what's best for you..", the edge of lust in it was now unmistakeable. He was getting off on this.

You bit down on your tongue, trying to still your quivering form. You'd captivated the dear doctor, so much more than you could have known that you did and now, you'd pay gravely for your mistake-

"Got you."

A bloodcurdling scream tore out of your throat when his flushed, panting face was suddenly inches away from yours. It was instantly muffled by a chloroform-drenched rag. In your adrenaline-fueled desperation, you tore on his arm and pulled him down with you.

It took Harper by suprise and he crashed down on his knees, which gave you the chance to draw in a last-minute breath before wasting no more time to get to your feet to bolt out of the alley.

Something brushed over the hood of your jacket, trying to grasp ahold of it but failing as you ran, ran, ran

right into the arms of the two orderlies, to your unfortune.

"Not so fast!", one of them commanded. You tugged against them but they have you held tightly by both arms.

The clicking sound of dress shoes against concrete rang in your ears. You lifted your head to Doctor Harper's approaching figure.

Finally, the loud sob you'd been holding in slipped from you. You started struggling even harder against the two orderlies, nauseous with pure dread.

"Easy there kid.", one of the oderlies told you but you couldn't hear them, your mind preoccupied with primal fear.

Harper steps in front of you, with his usual soft, creepy smile.

"Sshhh..." Harper gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before firmly grasping your chin. His thumb lightly stroking it.

"Don't worry, I know what you need. I know that you need me."

With that, he held the rag to your face tightly as he continued to shush your muffled cries.

His thumb never leaving the softness of your cheek until your lights went out.

[sweetcocopowder]

Day 16: Intoxication

Synopsis: Stephen comes to a party he was invited to by Tony. But, said man is nowhere to be seen and the doctor is left by himself at the bar. All until Pepper finds him and tell him where Tony is.

Word Count: 3k

Pairing: Tony Stark / Stephen Strange

Warnings: Handjob. Intoxicated. Lots of kissing.

Notes: this is my first time writing this pair so, bare witness, it may be a lil sloppy. enjoy the ride anyways eheh

Attending parties, Strange had done in the past. Double fisting champagne at a party, he had also previously done. But there was something about this party tonight that had him at the bar ordering two fingers of whiskey, straight. He never broke out the whiskey. Only when he was home alone, stressed and wanted to get pissed. Alone and where no one could see him make an ass of himself.

But, there’s something about this party that has gotten under every single nerve of the doctor’s. And it could definitely well be the host. The only man with as big of an ego as himself, Tony Stark.

The bartender serves the whiskey and Strange is quick to down it with a grimace. He looks around the crowd, spying no one he knows. Tony had invited him here tonight to help him attend and host the party. And to also have someone else to talk about that actually knows what he talking about to some extent. Yet, Strange has yet to have a conversation past “How are you?” with some of the guests. They’ve all been dismissive, even more up themselves than tony if that’s even a thing.

The host however, is nowhere to be seen. Strange had spied him once earlier tonight but he wasn’t even greeted by the man when he had arrived. He has to make his own way around and guess where he was allowed. Despite dressing and acting confident, he can’t help but feel like a fish out of water here. He came here tonight to be a good sport. Or in Tony’s words, not his.

“Are you enjoying the party?”

Strange slowly looks to Pepper beside him, his heart hammering in his ear. He doesn’t let it show on the outside, but the woman had snuck up on him when he had been trying to spy out Tony in the party. He gives her a charmful grin, all teeth, a little fake.

But despite the smile, he tells the truth. “A party is only good when the host actually cares for his guests.”

Instead of protesting, Pepper sighs with a nod. She’s dressed up nicely for the occasion. A well fitted black, sequin dress with a silver necklace highlighting everything. Strange makes a note she’d look better in gold. But she looks beautiful nevertheless, her confidence is where her elegance lies.

“Yes, he can very much get ahead of himself at events like this,” Pepper utters softly, her voice only loud enough for the doctor to hear.

“You could definitely say that.”

Pepper almost misses the man’s mumbles, playing with the empty glass before him. Pepper seemingly notices the look in the man’s eyes. The look she has seen all too many times when she looked at Tony. Both men seemed to be one and the same, it was strangely ironic in a way. Both hot headed, egotistical and powerful. Yet neither of them could take the first step in confessing the desire for one another. Anyone with eyes could see the tension. Anyone but Tony and Strange.

Both men that have an ego higher and prouder than the skies. Both could flirt without a care in the world. But when it actually comes down to taking a step forward, it’s like watching children play a shitty game of tag.

Pepper calls over the bar keeper with a wave, asking for two clean glasses of the best whiskey. The whiskey only Stark knows about and keeps for special occasions. Strange gives her a slight glance from the corner of his eyes no expression upon his features, but on the inside his curiosity has peaked like a child’s. The red head thanks the tender before turning back to Strange, handing him both drinks with an almost cheeky smile.

“He’s in the garage below.”

That’s all she says before taking her leave towards the dance floor. Strange swears he feels his face redden at the women’s words. He hasn’t felt himself blush like this since Christine. He has to clear his throat before quickly slipping away from the party, trying to go unnoticed the best he can.

An annoyance swirls in Strange’s chest as he takes the elevator down to the bottom floors. Why had Tony ventured away from the party and ditched the doctor to himself? He doesn’t want to ask outright because then he would just sound like a schoolgirl that got ditched at prom. He can’t help the feeling that lingers though. One that has a frown upon his face as the doors open.

These could very much be tipsy thoughts but he knows for a fact he’s past that. His hands shake a bit more than usual and he sways where he stands. He swallows thickly, drying to gather enough saliva in his mouth again. He shouldn’t, but he takes a small sip from his own glass as he exits the elevator. The whiskey is good.

First stepping into the garage, Tony comes into view quickly. His head is bowed, and his attention invested in one of his many nick knacks he has going on. Strange slowly crosses the room, looking around at everything that is lying about. It’s a mess in here but he’s seen it all before. Tony isn’t one for cleaning up after himself, hence why he has robots to do it for him. Or Pepper when she’s in a nice enough mood.

Stephen sighs and leans up against one the tables that is riddled with gadgets. He notices a half empty bottle of whiskey in the midst of it all. Something cheap and something that Pepper didn’t give him. He takes a swig of his own whiskey, still holding onto both glasses.

“If I knew you were going to run away, I wouldn’t have come tonight.”

Stephen’s enduring voice makes Tony flinch wildly. He stands up straight, brown eyes bug wide as he stares at the doctor. He looks the doctor up with a smirk coming upon his lips. He chuckles to himself, throwing aside a wrench he had in hand.

“Maybe I like the cat n mouse chase a little too much,” Tony admits humorously.

Stephen rolls his eyes as he holds out the glass of whiskey as an offering. Tony raises a brow as he walks over. He’s ditched his suit jacket and his tie. His sleeves to his dress shirt are rolled up and there’s oil smudges all over his arms. But none on his shirt. Stephen bites the inside of his cheek as he professionally keeps his eyes up and at it.

“Is this the good stuff?” Tony asks as he takes the glass.

The doctor doesn’t bother answering back because the other is already throwing back the entire glass. Tony groans as it warms his chest, sliding down smoothly.

“Oh yeah,” he groans loudly. “That’s the good stuff.” 

Flattering.

Yet Stephen can’t drag his eyes away. Almost transfixed as Tony leans towards him to grab the bottle of cheap whiskey from the table behind him. He leans so close that Stephen can smell the other man’s musky cologne. He doesn’t move from where he is, watching as Tony pours himself a drink and once again, leans close enough that his arm brushes by him to set the bottle down.

The doctor licks his dry lips. “You know I don’t like my time wasted.”

Tony raises a brow at him. “Me wasting your time?” He asks, gesturing his glass to Stephen’s chest. “I would never.”

He takes down half of his drink in one go, hissing at the burn of it. “You couldn’t have brought the bottle of the good stuff?”

Stephen chuckles taking a step closer to Tony without noticing. It was like the world and all his past worries had disappeared for a moment under all the whiskey and champagne from earlier. Stephen would never admit it out right, but under all the brashness and cockiness of Tony, here was a sense of calm that he created within the doctor. He couldn’t explain it even if he wanted to. Couldn’t even name the feeling that made him feel fuzzy and flustered.

He could if he wanted to. But he didn’t want to think too harshly into it. Not when whiskey was in his blood stream and making himself brash and even more cocky. Or something similar to a school girl waiting at prom.

Maybe he is a light weight. Too much of one so that a few champagnes and a couple of whiskey’s is enough to have is heart fluttering more so than ever around Tony. Who is one to judge, the man has a handsome face at that and there’s hundreds of articles and newspapers to back Stephen up on that.

The thought makes him chuckle as he replies with, “I don’t think the bar tender would have let me even if I tried.”

He keeps Pepper out of the equation, not knowing how Tony would react if he knew that it was her that told Stephen where he was. Or maybe it was his plan all along. Let Pepper see him mopping about drinking his worries away so that she’d lead him down here.

“Well, can’t you just…” Tony did the spiral jester with his hands, the move Stephen does to activate a portal, “you know?”

Stephen laughed this time, putting the glass down before walking over to the short man. Before he knows what he’s doing, he steps behind Tony to grab his hands in his own.

“You’re doing it wrong.”

His words are deep and slurred, yet gentle. He corrects Tony’s movements, circling his hand in the right motion. His hands are larger than Tony’s, longer and slender. The man’s face reddens at the sudden touch, his usual commentary going silent. He stumbles to think of something.

“Is this your go to pick up line nowadays?” Tony asks, twisting his head to face Stephen. “Teaching them how to do your wizard stuff?”

Stephen’s brows furrow but the hurt expression doesn’t last long as he realizes just how close the two of them are. He can smell the oil and mix of whiskey coming from Tony under all the cologne he’s doused himself in. He licks his lips again, Tony’s brown eyes trailing the motion.

“I don’t show it to just anyone,” Stephen comments back, a sly, whiskey induced grin coming across his features.

Maybe it’s the actual reason Stephen came out here tonight. Maybe he was hoping for it deep down. Just a little. So, when Tony’s lips capture his, he’s quick to deepen the kiss. Almost a little too eager for his own liking. Sober him is going to kick himself in the teeth in the morning but so be it. He spins Tony around in his hold so that he can push the man up against the table. Things are knocked aside and the table jostles backwards.

Tony’s hands grip onto Stephen’s suit, messing it up to get rid of the clean guy look. He flips Stephen around, knocking him back against the table to gain some leverage. Their lips never leave one another, both trying to fight for the lead. The cheap whiskey is dominate on Tony’s tongue and Stephen drinks it up all the same.

The doctor tenses as a thigh is pressed between his legs. He scowls into the kiss before flipping Tony back around, trapping the back man against the table by leaning over him. Stuff is pushed across the table, some bits and bobs falling to the ground. But neither men care.

Tony hums into the kiss as Stephen deepens it further, licking and lapping at the taste of the whiskey on his tongue. It’s like every bit of previous flirtation and edging tension from before is being flooded through Stephen. Now that he has Tony in his grasp, he’s not going to give him up. Not when he tastes so addicting.

Stephen pulls away first to catch his breath for a moment, hearing a light chuckle come from Tony. He opens one eye to see the man under him with a breathless grin on his face.

“We so should’ve done this earlier,” Tony slurs. “I never knew wizards could be such good kissers.”

Stephen scowls lightly, lips turning up. “I’m not a wizard,” he murmurs.

Before Tony can comment something snarky back, Stephen stops him with another passionate kiss. He keeps Tony pinned to the table by the hips so the man can’t pull any more of his shit. He all but vibrates against Stephen, a hand coming up to toss the doctor’s hair and grip into it to keep him against him.

Mirroring Tony’s previous notion, Stephen steps in between his legs and grinds up against his crotch. From all the kissing and rough play, the man is hard within the confinements of his suit pants already. Tony breathes shakily in between the drunken kisses shared between them. Stephen can’t help but smile into the man’s wet, drunken lips. As if he’s achieved something spectacular. Making the big man like Tony Stark to shake within his grasp.

He rests a hand upon Tony’s belt buckle, his blue eyes focusing upon the other. “May I?” He asks a little out of breath himself.

Tony chuckles heartedly at this. “What I gentleman,” he scoffs. “Go right ahead. As long as there’s no surprise prostate check ups from the doctor, I’ll sign the consent form,” he grins wildly.

Stephen rolls his eyes, not finding the energy to bite back at the comment. With a shaky yet swift hand, he unbuckles Tony’s belt with a little too much practice. He frees Tony’s cock from his pants and with keeping the man’s lips captured, he wraps a slender hand around him. He feels Tony stiffen under him, hissing at the sudden touch.

He suddenly grabs onto Stephen’s wrist to bring it up to his face. “I don’t know how you like it, but I don’t want chaffing on my dick thank you,” Tony says before spitting into the doctor’s palm.

Stephen blinks, short circuiting for a split second before returning his hand to stroking Tony’s cock with the newfound lubricate. Tony sighs shakily as the doctor’s hand strokes him with a quick pace.

“You know,” Tony grits out.

Here we go.

“I never took you for someone that would-ngah! Someone that would mess around with a… how did Rogers put it that one time.”

Tony pants as he let’s a few seconds roll by, giving the illusion that he’s actually thinking about what he wants to say. Stephen would think so but those brown eyes peer at him with a little too much mischievousness in them for the doctors liking. He rolls his palm over the head of Tony’s cock every few strokes, collecting the precum that’s beading to smear it down his length.

But it seems Tony gives up on wording it correctly, “A playboy or something like tha-ah! Jesus have you done this before!?” He exclaims.

Stephen chuckles deeply at that. “This isn’t my first big party I’ve been to. A lot of people like to invite a well known doctor as myself.” He leaned closer to Tony’s ear. “And this isn’t the first time a playboy has caught my attention.”

Tony’s eyes widen at that. As if he has had this imagine of a perfect man with his doctorate in his eyes. A perfectionist. A man with an ego as big as his but is refined to himself. But Stephen just knows how to hide it better. He doesn’t go around gallivanting like Tony does. He likes to keep his cards close. And with his reputation as a doctor, former doctor, he had to hold up a mask to keep himself professional to some standards.

That doesn’t mean he couldn’t have a bit of fun here and there behind closed doors.

And maybe the alcohol does get to him most of the times. Let’s him get loose. Do things he wouldn’t normally have the confidence to do. Like getting Tony Stark to shake and pant loudly in his hand.

His pants become whines and choked, quiet grunts. Stephen grins as he quickens his pace just a little more and he grins as his little added effort works. Tony comes into his hand with a violent shudder, hands gripping into the sleeves of the doctor’s jacket. Stephen holds his hand over the head of his cock, smearing his cum over the sensitive tip as to not let a drop ruin his suit. Tony struggles to take in air and Stephen reckons if he wasn’t half sitting on the table he would’ve crumbled.

Stephen captures Tony’s agape mouth in a sloppy kiss, one filled with tongue and breathless pants. He can still feel the man shaking under him when a chuckle comes from Tony’s throat. As if a sudden, humorous thought has flicked across his head. He pats Stephen’s chest with a smirk curling across his face.

“We should continue this upstairs,” Tony offers, his voice a little hoarse.

Stephen raises a brow. “Aren’t you meant to be hosting a party?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve left things to Pepper.”

Stephen narrows his eyes onto Tony with a frown. “You should treat her better sometimes.”

At that, Tony scoffs. “You can rejoin the party if you want. Take care of that issue yourself,” he says cockily as he points to the large bulge in Stephen’s pants.

The doctor flushes a bright red, something that Tony wishes he could see more of.

“I’ll sign your consent form to give me a prostate exam?” Tony quips, his smile only growing bigger.

Stephen hates to admit it, he’ll blame it on the alcohol, but it’s that comment that has him following Tony upstairs. He’ll make Tony apologise to Pepper later when she doesn’t find them half naked on top of each in the morning passed out. Later. Now, he would like to take advantage of where the night if taking him.

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(originally written just after the Onion Skin actual short, edited for chosenweek (studio audience: CHEERING )) c!Alan seems to regularly spar with CG, seeing more and more of those sessions.

imagining orange goes and wakes up cho from the lava pit...

(they've been in there long enough that they'll tolerate being interrupted for something)

...and they're a lil sleepy and pleased to see him,

so very few of his rapid-fire words reach their ears except, " . . . help us go fight the Cursor?"

.

chosen straightens like a switchblade, and a halo of fire leaps around their shoulders.

worst-case-scenario-plans flood the empty, serene space in their mind, adrenaline starts flowing-

W H A T -

orange is quick to pat down the flames and offers multiple overlapping apologies/reassurances/platitudes at once.

NO- 

no, it's not-! 

it's not like that, calm down pLeAse-

it's for fun! ':D

.

fun?

chosen is briefly caught between sweeping away those emergency plans (for later) and the emptiness that remains.

it clicks for them on that word: fun.

like,

"sparring?"

orange nods with a big smile.

- - -

chosen slams open their door in greeting.

they are ready to spar.

are YOU ready, ALAN?

(c!Alan instantly flinches and also looks a little thrilled as well)

- - -

everyone else instinctively falls back to allow The Chosen One and c!Alan to take the first dance.

the Cursor flickers between different Animate tools, even faster than it had when c!Alan was facing the entire CG...!

TCO goes through their kick-twirl-stance-wave taunt...!

CG gets the feeling they're about to witness something on a whole other level.

and it IS.

one moment they're both poised, ready, waiting, 

and the next, two perfectly matched opponents are wrestling for dominance.

it starts off simple, but immediately ramps up to a 10, to 11, then 12, then 13- they're doing a hand-to-hand thing as fast as possible that would've left Dark scrambling for his bracelets.

cho breaks the pattern by landing a blow on the Cursor that tosses it across the screen, where it collides with and subsumes the Line Tool.

c!Alan draws a few random lines, dodging chosen along the way, then circles back and wields each of them one or two or three at a time with the power of multi-select and a rotation slider.

while chosen handles them, c!Alan draws one massive line across the diagonal of the entire canvas (off to the side on the couch CG gasp and point over their popcorn)... they notice just in time to form a fire bolt, hold it enough to heat it up, swirl it about a little to shape it, and toss out a little fire knife that slices through the incoming line.

open flames follow, the rest of the line begins to burn from the inside out, and c!Alan is forced to abandon that weapon and re-engage with cho in more close combat.

they trade the upper hand a few times in quick succession.

in an impressive flick, c!Alan right-clicks chosen: chosen seizes their own options menu and bludgeons the Cursor with it until the individual options snap off or crack from the pressure.

chosen flames the Cursor while it's stuck under menu debris; the Cursor whips around overhead, circling in to grab them again; chosen hops backward, twisting out of the way catlike and baring their teeth and snapping to discourage pursuit.

it is unclear which side the spectators are cheering for. probably both. cho and c!Alan are making a great show out of it, even though it also looks incidental - they're in their own world right now, utterly focused on one thing after the other, the next move, the next plan, the next counter.

at one point it looks like c!Alan's got them by paint-bucketing the entire canvas black, but the "move" has no adverse effect! now chosen just has perfect camouflage ! ! ! ! and that's a whole thing where he has to mop up his mistake while being wailed on from all directions. it takes him like 10 seconds to remember the CTRL+Z keybind. CG are rolling with laughter the whole time.

finally, it seems c!Alan's truly got them cornered: he's pulled the same trick he did with orange and formed a box object around chosen.

problem is, chosen is not first-day orange at all. they're not average. they're not new. and they're certainly not scared.

they're not trapped in here with him.

he's trapped in here with THEM.

chosen grabs the box outline when it appears and something happens- it gains collision. the Cursor can't move outside it anymore.

they've taken over control of it or something??

chosen raises their free hand, pooling energy there that gleams light and sucks in the air about its origin.

c!Alan flails.

he's out of ideas.

the attack finishes charging, and chosen wastes no time unleashing it-

...

...into the walls of the box, just above the spot where the Cursor hangs mid-air. the energy disperses through the material, destroying it instantly and dispersing the atoms into airborne particulates, but not doing much to the combatants.

one of them lands gracefully on the Animate timeline.

the other twitches gently with pent up nerves.

chosen and c!Alan breathe in sync.

...

CG jump up and down on and around the couch, pumping fists and waving their arms and barely avoiding spilling (all of) the popcorn.

the spell breaks, and chosen dusts themselves off.

c!Alan swaps the Cursor for the Hand Tool. brings it a little closer. just above eye level, where orange taught him was the best spot for high-fives.

and chosen would accept it, yeah, they'd give a high five for that performance.

but not with him.

they see an outstretched hand and they see dark.

if they want to make equals with ALAN, then...

they have to make it theirs.

.

chosen takes another step closer to the Hand, and stretches up to their full height, bumping their head into the palm.

.

delicately, carefully, the Hand pushes back.

it pats them three times before retreating- but cho grabs it, then, and gives it a shake, until c!Alan handshakes back.

yeah, they're good.

CG are still clapping and cheering throughout.

.

while CG are deciding who will fight next with a friendly decision-making argument, c!Alan pets cho a few more times (which are accepted), then feels adventurous (how far does it go?) and swoops under the base of their head for the chin scratch.

chosen leans into it so harshly and fast they lose nearly all of their balance, a rough little trill whispers out of the computer speakers, and their WHOLE back fluffs up. neck, shoulders, arms, spine.

they come to, shove the Cursor-Hand a few arm lengths away, and aggressively smooth down their back before anyone else notices.

they stare out the screen at c!Alan head-on.

a little bundle of text appears next to them, the first one they've ever created (and may not be fully aware of):

[not a word.]

[ok] c!Alan replies.

both messages disappear.

.

the next fight has been decided - to give c!Alan and cho and break, it'll be green vs. blue, unarmed rematch number 999999 (it's been a running joke lately to pick a random number of nines).

chosen hops down from Animate to occupy a space on/near the couch, and, after sweeping up some loose menu-debris, c!Alan's Cursor joins them.

and chosen doesn't flinch when it settles nearby.

- - -

:DDD ANOTHER.

👉👉 oct 30: interactions. could also fit healing 💕

i remember writing this one. i was thinking about a comic or animation but then it grew past my spoons, so--- i tried to render it like i was telling my friend something awesome i just saw go down (in my head (it was the visions again)).

i still don't know what to name this AU (this part occurs after AvA VI (with a nebulous "they got outta there in one piece !!" bc not all the episodes are out yet (<- for future historians lol)), if u were wondering)... maybe when i tie more pieces together it'll be clearer. :/

ill tag and link and generally string together all the bits and pieces ive posted once i find a good one uwu

this is about it for me until i get back !!

see y'all in mid November \o_ <3 <3 <3

L'/_'/_' |..'L'[,-[,- "/,|-•_|||| !

[mythicamagic]

Death Comes Knocking

AN: Not finishing projects seems to be the norm right now- so just take this lil 1,000 words of Lobo/Muerte x reader bc he gave me brain worms okay? Puss in Boots The Last Wish was so good you guys omg.

Pairing: Muerte x Female Reader

Rating: T

Summary: She's given a stern warning. 'No more of your kind are allowed' so she extends an offer to Death in return.

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She’s seen him before, on the faces of those she’d loved. Their eyes would glaze over and become empty, void of all animation, becoming quiet and still as they took their last breaths. There- in the right hand corner of that glassy void in their pupils- the shadow of Death could be briefly seen, passing over and stealing all light.

The silk spinner has witnessed this countless times- from the luxury of these people’s bedsides as they peacefully passed, to freak accidents involving one too many drunken unicorns and a travelling puppet show. The world she inhabited was colourful, vibrant and endless- so it stood to reason that in this world, Death himself could be a real, breathing creature.

She just never expected to gain a personal audience with him.

“You’re becoming lonesome, inmortal.”

The woman jumped, startled so badly she lost grip on the white sheet she’d been taking down. A large hand snapped out to catch it mid-air, slowly lowering it back down to her in offering. It took a moment for her frozen hands to accept it, gazing up at the creature looming over her washing line. His shadow swallowed her whole. He gazed at her with a kind of unblinking- red eyed fixation- the kind that betrayed his identity before the suffocatingly still atmosphere did, as if time itself had frozen.

A wolf had entered her garden.

“Hate to be a bother…but when you get lonely it becomes a problem for me,” he continued in his perfectly polite tone. There was a faint, gravelly edge to his voice, but it hummed pleasantly in her ears rather than frightened her.

Recovering from her shock, the silk spinner folded her sheet and placed it atop a waiting pile.

“How so?” she found her voice.

“Well, you repeat the cycle, of course- the one that led you here,” he wandered around her humble garden, taking care to weave around bird feeders and windchimes without so much as a strand of fur brushing them. He moved on two legs like any human, not an odd sight. The graceful fluidity of his movements was alarming though. Deliberate and predatory. He was looping around her in a lazy circle that was slowly tightening. “It’s only natural…everyone’s predictable in a few certain ways: one of them is the universal truth that when you get lonely, you seek company,” he mused, finally stopping before her. “And the company of mortals just isn’t cutting it anymore, is it? Hm, my friend?”

He stood a good several feet taller than her. Not even attempting to crane her neck up, the woman tidied her basket and lifted it as if readying to walk back into her tiny cottage. “I’m fine. I don’t need anyone. They all die eventually, I’m not sure why you’re worried.”

With that said she took a step, only to find her wicker basket snagging on something- a sickle. The wolf practically used it as a fish-hook, turning her back to face him, and this time she had no choice but to gaze down the grey expanse of his muzzle straight into those vibrant red eyes.

“You’re not listeniiing~” he sing-songed in a gentle, cajoling tone full of too much teeth. He tilted his head with a patronising smile. “What cycle led you here?”

As if she could forget. “My creator was…lonely,” she murmured. “So, he made me, and eventually more of my kind.”

“Right you are! And I’m not such a big fan of that. Of your…kind,” a single deadly claw skimmed her cheek in a whisper of steel on flesh. The suggestion of it sent her heart racing. “You’re all so heavy. I can feel you.” All at once the playfulness vanished from his expression, leaving only a quiet sense of malice and frustration in his tight whisper. “The world won’t withstand the weight of too many of you.”

“So you’re here to stop me before I can even think about creating more immortals, is that it?”

“Bingo! My work here is done,” the wolf leaned back with satisfaction, and it felt like the garden could breathe again. Air entered her lungs, and the silk spinner shuddered quietly when his shadow drew away, allowing sunlight to kiss her skin anew.

With his silent warning given, the wolf swung his previously concealed sickle up onto his shoulder and happily strolled toward her humble gate, whistling an eerie tune.

“I’m not afraid of you,” she murmured, so quietly it was a surprise he heard her at all. But he halted immediately in his tracks. She could see his hackles rise a little just beneath the folds of his hood. “I’m not afraid, so there’s no reason for me to listen to you- Muerte.”

Death turned and met her even gaze. His silver fur fanned gently in the breeze, his tail flicking with agitation.

“Oho I really don’t think you want to go there,” light glinted off his sharp rows of teeth, the points glinting like treacherous mountain peaks. “True I can’t harvest your soul, but you’ve seen the life flashing before people’s eyes as I’ve taken them.”

He was suddenly there before her again, tilting her chin up with the flat of his blade. Her body automatically tensed, watching as the black specs of his pupils shined white, two moons hanging in a blood-soaked sky. “You were there, just as much as I was. You know- cordera- how painful it can be. How painful I can make it,” hot, panting breath fanned over her upturned face. Those rows of teeth were now inches from her ear as he leaned in close. “You won’t die, no- but are you really prepared to suffer me, over and over again, for breaking the rules?”

She swallowed. It was impossible not to picture the numerous grizzly ways she’d seen or heard people die.

Satisfaction leaked into his animalistic features. “Heh, thought so. Be seeing you.”

But I…I’m still alone.

Before he turned away, Death seemed to notice her expression. “If you’re really that hungry for company, then find the other heavy ones weighing this world down.”

“I don’t uh- get on well with the others,” she admitted weakly, knuckles relaxing from her death grip on the wicker basket. “We’d be living together if we enjoyed each other’s company.”

“Touché.“ He shrugged his large shoulders, resting a sickle on one with a bored look. “Well it’s not my problem, figure it out on your own time.”

Alarm flashed through her chest inexplicably as he finally turned away.

“Wait-“

“Carajo!” he hissed, glaring at her like she’d overstayed her welcome despite him being the one to approach her home. “What is it now?”

“Since you’re the one who has a problem with me creating fellow immortals- but I’m still hungry for company- the solution is right under our noses, no?” She smiled and dropped her basket to spread her arms wide, gesturing to the humble space situated on the mountainside. “You will become my companion.”

It amused her to see his dark features become blank with genuine surprise. His triangular ears perched upon his head flicked and flattened to his skull as if he’d tasted something sour.

“Cómo fue?”

“You are Death incarnate,” she said, confidence filling her tone the more she spoke. Yes- why hadn’t she thought of it before? This was perfect. “You won’t die- and I can’t be killed and won’t age. It makes sense to keep each other company.”

“You want…my company? Mine?” He shot her a look like she was crazy.

“Is that a problem?”

He tilted his head, falling silent for a long, silent moment. His eyes narrowed, sweeping over her frame as he stalked closer. “…You must be starving very badly, if your need has driven you to beg for me to be in your midst. Only the souls of the suicidal and desperate call for me.”

“I’m not quite that far gone in my apathy for life. I’m 500 years young,” she smiled, offering her human hand out to his monstrously large, silver furred one to stop him from baring too harshly down on her, stopping him in his tracks. “But yes, I am…famished,” the admission slipped out oddly breathlessly, though she was uncertain why.

His mouth slowly upturned, sizing her up in an entirely different way from before. Intrigue, perhaps? He looked just as hungry as she felt.

“Well, well. What big eyes you have,” he purred, gazing at her intently with a wicked gleam in his own red hues.

She returned his smile with one full of teeth as her hand became engulfed in fur and warmth.

From that day on, Pygmalion’s immortal bride kept Death’s company whenever he had a moment to spare.

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End

[bugstuff4ever]

lol so I imagined the fellowship as characters in a Wild West movie

Aragorn: The Lone Ranger - A rugged, solitary gunslinger with a mysterious past, known for his sharpshooting skills and his relentless pursuit of justice across the frontier!!! Sexy as always.

Gandalf: The Ole Moonshiner - A wise ole geezer who’s definitely missing a few teeth. Always brewing his POTENTTTTTT moonshine in the backwoods (we’re talking moonshine so strong it could strip the paint off a building). Known for his grandfatherly advice and involvement in the seedy underbelly of the town affairs, he’s a mentor to many.

Legolas: The Blonde Shooter- The son of a wealthy pecan orchard owner, his entire family is deeply entrenched in the underground crime circuit. Legolas is a skilled rider and the best damn shot this town has ever seen! He’s honorable and true, and looking to prove himself outside of his father's fortune and shady legacy. Favorite pastimes include brushing his horse, shooting orcs, and twirling his hair around his finger while watching Gimli from across the saloon. It’s the little things, ya know?

Gimli: The Gold Miner - A gruff and determined prospector, always on the hunt for the next big vein of gold. Works hard af, and is ripped. Smokes like a chimney. Can easily be convinced to start a brawl at the saloon, especially if it catches the attention of a certain special blonde rider. Always has dirt underneath his nails.

Frodo: The Novelist - A young nephew of a wealthy rancher, Frodo enjoys the quieter side of life. Spending his days writing mystery novels under the shade of the willow tree, occasionally he’ll wander to the saloon and play piano music for the patrons to dance to. He’s so shy, but is so happy knowing he’s bringing others joy (especially that bartender fellow!). When his uncle suddenly goes missing, he finds himself in possession of something immensely valuable and dangerous…

Sam: The Bartender - Employed by the local saloon, Sam is a farm boy with a heart of gold and a gorgeous smile. Hardworking and reliable as hell. Always listens to the patrons troubles. Not afraid to step in when things get too rowdy! He has all the southern belles smitten, but rumor has it he’s got eyes for someone else.

Merry and Pippin: The Poker Twins - These two are mischievous and cunning card players who travel from town to town, always looking for the next big game. They’re not afraid to bend the rules or use a few tricks up their sleeves to win big. Their quick wit and charming personalities make them popular in the saloons, but their antics often land them in hot water. Mischief!!!

Boromir: The Troubled Lawman - A sheriff with a strong sense of duty but a weakness for temptation. He’s torn between his responsibility to protect the town and his desire for glory. Has many vices. Loves his lil brother. Scars. Moonshine.

[viciouslyyearning]

Back on my sea witch Akos bullshit, big boy Cecaelia and his tiny lil mate I'm just thinking here, Akos is a big boy who is magically imbued which can lead to some horrific scenarios for you, his poor little merfolk mate. (I'm caught between making a strict male reader or keeping gn masculine leaning but oh well, imagine as you will) so for a more poking-at-horror prompt, what happens if his study of a new curse backfires while you're away? (still soft cause these two are so so cute but I need clear communication and a sea witches mate dealing with magic shenanigans)

So imagine with me, if you will, that one day when you left to visit the reef you came from, you left Akos alone for the day as he wished to be alone to study his newest read 'Curse'.

And in returning home, as soon as you enter the mouth of the cave your very vision began to shift and warp and change for the horrific. Jagged rocks looking more akin to teeth in a massive maw, dark shadows looming and stretching out to you in an almost sentient appearance. As your heart began to race, you tried to calm yourself. "Akos? What have you done this time?" your sounded far stronger than you had planned.  As your vision tunneled and darkened, your eyes were drawn to the massive, hulking, disformed figure that you could only make out the eyes of.

What was a Cecelia once was now disfigured, strong limbs elongated and twisted at odd angles, wide eyes far too big and dark zoned in strictly on you, a maw wrapping around what must have once been his face smiled in twisted glee. Akos loomed, motionless despite floating in one spot. stagnating in an unnatural way, watching you as though the first move you made would lead to you being very well devoured at that moment.

You bit back every emotion that crawled its way up your throat and began to rationalize, despite the tension growing. Akos had mentioned studying a curse, one that could force the bearer into desolation by forcing any who encounter them to witness something horrific with no specification. Akos, your sweet Akos who would sooner destroy himself than so much as shout at you. Surley the curse backfired in his studies and you were safe, just a few minutes from cardiac arrest.

Then the noises began.

Clicking, muffled by the deep sea's water, clicking like some creatures would use to map out what was around them. Then Akos began to twitch, minuscule at first and growing as his figure twisted and convulsed in on himself. In a moment he must have moved because he was only two tails from you. You jolted back with a startled shout, making the figure of your mate freeze. ... A good sign, non-aggressive so he must be aware if nothing else. "Akos?" you prompted quietly. The muted clicking returned before silencing again, ah, he was trying to talk.

You took a breath and forced your eyes from the figure that was going to leave you with nightmares and the feeling of danger. "I... don't know if you see what I see but dear, I know that you're you. I know you'd never hurt me." You breathed slowly, trying to calm your heart and choosing your words carefully. "But right now, you look like something from a horror story and I just need the reassurance that you won't do anything."

The coagulated mess of tentacles and flesh twitched. A low rumbling noise that left your skin and scales vibrating in terror. Casting a glance towards him you saw what might have been his large arms and hands reaching out slowly, waiting for you.

You glanced at the face that you felt might try to take a bite out of you, knowing that if you didn't find some semblance of comfort then this figure would absolutely drive you away for some time, you just needed to remember how safe you must have been. Your tail moved slowly as you closed the distance between you and your mates... cursed figure. As soon as you settled in Akos' space, you cautiously pressed a webbed hand to his chest, the texture, the softness was the same feeling, if you could ignore the visual of your hand sinking into malleable viscera. Swallowing your fears, you closed your eyes and leaned against his chest, feeling the familiar arms and tentacles wrap around you lovingly. Akos must have been trying to speak once again as a new horrific noise sounded from his throat.

You kept your eyes closed, focusing on feeling him, a kiss pressed to your head, a hand holding one of your own. It must have only been a visual and auditory-based curse, as you could feel none of what you were seeing.

"Dear, I don't know if you see yourself right now, but I need you to just figure out how this is supposed to be reversed and soon." Feeling his grip tighten, you believed was the closest you'd get to an agreement in this moment.

The fear was still there, but seeing a living nightmare cuddle with you made it a lot less scary, surprisingly.

Thankfully.

[praphit]

Evil Dead Rise: ... but how fat is yo mama?

How much do you trust your gut?

There are certain people who should never trust their gut. In fact, it would benefit them, and everyone around them, if they do the exact opposite of everything their gut leads them to do. Then, there are others who can arrive at a casino, kiss their cards at the blackjack table, and stack winnings all night, you know??

I saw the trailer for "Evil Dead Rise", 

and my gut was like "Meh. Looks generic. Not for me. I'll catch it when it streams... maybe" BUT, MY gut isn't ALWAYS right (a good 90% ;), and it was, at that time, full of beer, so...

Plus, things change when you don't have to pay (which I didn't), and I do have a soft spot for a pretty smile.

Let's do this:

First of all, if some of you diehard "Evil Dead" fans are looking for nostalgia, you won't find much here.

This movie mostly takes place in an apartment, in the city, and not in a cabin. There's no Ash, 

so not as much charm to grace the scenes.

And I'd say, a lot less goofy than any of the other stories told in this franchise.

That could be good or bad for you. Idk.

We've still got The Book of the Dead though!

I'd like to chastise these people for not knowing by now that this book should be left alone, but... any of us would probably do the same thing, right??

We'd find it - "Huh.... kinda looks like that Book of the Dead people have been talking about.Can't be though, right?? That's not real. Actually looks kinda cool."

We'd see that it's made of human flesh and locked tight by sharp teeth - 

"Oh, cool."

We'd prick our fingers on those teeth, and accidentally open this book - 

"Ouch, but kinda cool."

We'd flip through it, thinking it can't be THAT bad, as someone near us says something about having a bad feeling about this - "Yeah, me too, but still kinda cool, right?? I don't believe in any of that stuff. oh, look at this. Let's say these spooky, Latin words out loud."

*spookiness happens*

"Oh, bleep, it IS that bad. Oops. "

That's pretty much what happens here (again). This time it's a family who opens the book. They're living in the city, in a dark apartment.

I mean DARK. The light that they do have seems to be mood setting for a seance, not happy family time. This is before any dark spirits even show up. If I may pause to offer y'all some advice - Be sure not to have your home looking like a place demons would want to hang out.

I would say that every home should have a cross somewhere in it; even if you don't believe in its power: not just a cross, but some Aquafina labeled "Holy Water," or at the very least a picture of Tim Tebow, just to make any demons think twice before entering.

The shit goes down pretty quickly, and the movie has a solid pace of horror and suspense. Don't ask me why nobody seems to live on any other floors in this apartment complex, or why no one thinks to call the cops (not that they could help, but...). There ain't no tenants walking the halls, or yelling about this family being too loud. Nobody at the front desk. Not even any delivery people wandering about. A perfect place to live if you're a drug dealer or murderer; no one around to ask questions. It's pretty much this family and a couple of neighbors being witnesses to bloody screams, loud banging, and demonic possession taking place in the hallway.

Though if you peeked out of your door and saw this woman (Alyssa Sutherland), 

covered in blood. And then, saw a bunch of mutilated bodies in the hall, with some of those mutilated bodies chanting "DEAD BEFORE DAWN!"... perhaps you'd keep to yourself as well. Just put on some noise-cancelling headphones and mind yo own business.

On a technical level, there's a lot to love about this movie:

Lee Cronin was doing his thang in the director's chair. He made all of the gore and blood a delight to watch.

(ok, so maybe a lil nostalgia :)

This movie is very creepy, so big props to him.

These actors are also good. Not like Oscar-winning good :) It's not like we'll hear "And the winner for best actress goes to Alyssa Sutherland (who carried this film btw) for playing a possessed mother, trying to kill her kids." BUT, a lot of these actors have to play "normal people" and then turn around and play possessed people, and that takes some skills to be believable; especially with the younger actors. If you're a fan of gore, look no further! 

There's something that happens at the end of this movie that is artfully terrifying and still kinda fun.  Sam Raimi points for sure!

All of that being said, my gut wasn't too far off.

FOR ME, at least. My gut is for me. Honestly, I missed Ash. I missed a character with his... whatever the hell you can call it. Je ne sais quoi :) All of these characters are bland to me. But, more than that, this movie was kinda hopeless. Now, that's on me. One can't expect to find hope in a movie called "Evil Dead Rise". Fair point, but I guess I was looking for some good vs evil or some "there's still a chance" vs evil. Where are the angelic forces to balance things out? No priests around sensing any disturbances? I'm just looking for ONE person  with some sort of faith. No? Just seemed like TEAM GOOD is dropping the ball here.

Come to think of it, there IS  a priest in this movie (his audio), but his message is pretty much "Well, ya f*cked up, didn't you? Y'all doomed." What kind of priest gives sermons of despair?!

Some might say, "That's the franchise. Praphit, you just don't get it." You know what?? - you're right, and I don't want to. I'm good. i'm afraid that if I end up "getting it" that someone looking like "Mama Smiley" will show up and drag me away.

It's ok not to get things.

Just not for me. If you can say out loud "I just want pure gruesome killing and gore that leaves a taste of unholiness in my mouth for days to come.", then have I got a movie for you. You should probably sit with that declaration for a while :) but afterwards, quickly run to the theaters to see this movie, and declare it your film of the year.

I like demonic possessed killings as much as the next person, but mix it up.

You know that comedian who's known for telling dirty jokes?? I like them too, but I like a lil blend: some knock-knock jokes, some relational humor, and maybe some comments about how fat somebody's mama is.... and then get back to the dirty. I'm cool with that. You can't just give me a river of perversion though :) BUT, some people like that. Some people want to bathe in that river. To each their own, I suppose.

Two grades:

Grade B for you soulless gore-lovers out there, and a generous C,  for the rest of us God-fearing people in the audience :)

There was so much blood at the end of this movie that I couldn't tell the characters apart. They were just red people (I have to admit, I like that :) But, so much gross action was happening in the movie that it literally spilled over into reality. Someone vomited right outside of the theater doors.I don’t know if it was due to the movie or if someone couldn’t hold their liquor, but still...

So much of the demonic, that I craved purity when I walked out. Like being dehydrated on a hot Summer day, longing for water. I needed something pure to cling to. I could see that some others who were walking out needed comfort as well. It was a Saturday, but I bet some of them sped off to church. It was weird, because I felt a glowing appreciation for the blood-soaked art that I just watched (I mean that. A lot of cool parts!), and yet I felt so unclean. All I wanted to do was go home, take a shower, and snuggle up next to my picture of Tim Tebow.

[jeonjcngkook]

love bites | jjk (m)

⤑ pairing: vampire!jungkook x vampire!reader 

⤑ genre(s)/au(s): smut, horror, romance paragraphs in regards to makers/creators, porn-without-plot, established relationship, modern vampires

⤑ w/c: 15.5k+

⤑ trigger warnings: language, blood and a lot of it, feeding from humans and feeding from each other, mentions of a bite mark (essentially a love bite on jungkook's shoulder but in a romantic way.. you’ll see what i mean), no plot whatsoever so if you’re looking for plot, this ain’t it.

⤑ smut warnings: brief f/m/f/m foursome-ish elements :)) , f/m/f heavy petting, neck kisses (f rec, m rec, f rec), feeding together being a sexual stimulant, dirty talk, teasing, submissive 4 cawk oc, nicknames (bloodwhore, kitten, baby, good girl), kissing, biting, rough sex, unprotected sex, big cawk jaykay, praise kink, size kink, rough oral sex (m rec), face fucking, oral (f rec), fingering, choking & gagging, ball sucking, spit play, spit kink, cum swallowing, cock worshipping, ocs fangs dragging against his cock n jungkook has thot thoughts about oc biting his dick, overstimulation (m rec, f rec), multiple orgasms (m & f) || smut warnings including blood: vampire food play - jaykay slicks his cock in a puddle of blood from the woman they just fed on and covers it on his cewk, titty fucking with blood used as lube, blow jobs involving blood, blood sharing (jaykay n oc bite n feed from each other), jaykay bites n feeds from ocs boobs, spitting blood from his mouth into ocs too, they fck on a bed surrounded by the ppl they killed (not explicitly mentioned)

⤑ summary: its feeding time for you both but this time rather than venture out alone to eat, you change it up and feed together

⤑ note: thank you to @jimilter & @sunshinejunghoseokie for betaing the teaser ; @caelesjjk & @yeoldontknow & @jessikahathaway for fic betaing ; & lastly @kth1 for the beautiful banner<33

⤑ note2: as always, comments and feedback are always appreciated, even lil tags in reblogs! everything is appreciated! dont be silent n support your content creators

• masterlist •

The sun hangs low in the evening sky behind the towering buildings of the city, the perfect time to open your curtains and catch the last remaining streaks of reds, oranges and pink beneath the clouds. It’s breathtaking, something you don’t get to witness too often. The faint peak of the crescent moon in the sky catching your eye.

The night has always been your favourite part of any life you have lived. The darkness is your hometown, with the only traffic being the vast collision of stars in the night sky. 

Your thoughts are interrupted as a pair of hands slide around your hips, dipping past the waistband of your shorts to caress the skin underneath. You lean back into the touch and let the dexterous thumbs continue to rub back and forth comfortingly as his chin rests against your shoulder.

“Kook, baby,” you whisper with a smile, pulling your lower lip in between your teeth as you feel him release a small hum against your neck. He places tiny pecks along the contour of your shoulder, skillfully making his way to your neck.

“You’re concentrating quite hard on the night sky kitten, what you thinkin’?” He asks, finally done showering you in kisses.

As soon as the question is asked, your stomach rumbles in response to Jungkook — the sound answering the question for you.

It’s almost been a full thirty days now since you had last fed and you’re due for your next one any day now. The issue is, tonight isn’t feeding night. You still have to wait another three days before you go out and satisfy your hunger. In the meantime, you’ve been snacking on blood bags that your best friend has been bringing you from the hospital they work at. It just isn’t the same as tasting the real thing straight from the vessel.

Your stomach rumbles once more as your thoughts dive straight into finding a donor who you can just take off the street to satiate your cravings.

“You’re hungry.” Jungkook states as a matter of fact. You close your eyes tight as to not think too much about it, your palms clenching and nails digging into the skin in frustration. “When are you due to eat?”

You sigh. “Three days. I don’t know if I can wait that long, my hunger pains are the strongest they’ve been.”

You never used to be this way. When you were created, you opted to hunt on animals or get a supply from a food bank where you could quench your thirst in increments, where it was monitored.

That changed when your maker found out you had run off, eventually hunting you down and bringing you back to his coven where you were then forced to feed from a direct blood line. A torn wrist placed in front of you leaking the only drug strong enough to break you out of your diet.

And God, it was a pleasure you never knew you had been missing out on, and from then you were hooked.

Your thirst intensified from that moment and it was all you could think about. It worsened when you found if you mix the need for human blood with the lust of sex, that it tasted divine. Exquisite, even. It is more intense for everyone involved, having sex while feeding. The endorphins that releases in a vampires body as they fuck and feed is a high that could never be reached by anything else they try.

Poor Jungkook didn’t have any idea what was happening at the time. At the age of twenty-five, out at a club to celebrate his birthday and there you were in the corner of the establishment out on the hunt for something, someone, to tame your cravings.

You had hooked up that night when things began between you both. It started light. He let you sink your teeth into his neck and feed just enough to keep you sated for the next week or so. But the sexual tension between you both was like a gravitational pull for the both of you until eventually you were seeing him exclusively every week where you would hook up and drink from his body. His jugular vein, his femoral artery, his wrist — any part of him he would let you seek.

Then one night, your thirst had become unbearable..uncontrollable — nothing was quenching you like you needed it too. In haste, you had completely forgotten to cancel your night with Jungkook when his scent filled your senses and appeared at your apartment. The hot blooded male making his way through the building to your door, sinking your teeth into his neck and satisfying your gluttony was all you could focus on. Your want for him was consuming every part of you. The innocent twenty-five year old had no idea what was to come from that evening.

Dragging him into your apartment that night, it started like any other with searing kisses and rough touches. With your need for food overcoming the need for sex, you lost all self control and drank too much from him, leaving you feeling perfectly ravished as you finally filled your stomach with a full meal. But with that, you had also left Jungkook to bleed out on your bed.

Once you had come to your senses, you found the sweet man in a state near death and panic overtook you. You didn’t want to lose him. He was too good to die and so as you turned back on your emotions, afraid of the loss he would fill your life with, you turned Jungkook at that moment. It was a sight you’ll never forget. For better or for worse you’ll never know.

Bite marks and bloodstains blossomed all over his skin across his neck, arms and shoulders. Newer and deeper marks from previous feeds bloomed in faint colours of purples and reds mixed with the older, faded white scars. The tears and rips in his flesh caused by your teeth, leaving not an inch of skin untouched are all acting as visible proof of your intense nights together . On the contrary, with his eyes shut and lips parted ever so slightly as he began to take his last dying breath, he’s never looked more at peace, more eternal, more ethereal. 

“Don’t think about us like that. I’m glad you found me. I’m glad you made me yours,” he kisses the back of your head. You forget that he can read your mind.

You turn in his arms and wrap your own around his tiny waist, giving his chest a kiss of your own. “I know, you keep telling me.”

As if prompted by your words, you feel Jungkook’s own stomach growl in hunger, and you look up at him, a brow raised quizzingly only to just receive a laugh from Jungkook.

“How long?” You ask.

Jungkook sucks air in through his teeth before giving you an answer. “About seven days now. I’m due to feed tonight.” You stiffen at his words. “I won’t go if the smell will send you into a frenzy,” he laughs halfheartedly.

You sigh again, “I can’t keep you from feeding, you know that baby.” It’s a thought that runs through your mind, you can’t deny that. But your boyfriend needs to eat just as much as you do.

“What if you come with me tonight then, kitten? We’ve always spoken about feeding together so why don’t we try it tonight?” Jungkook suggests. 

And he isn’t incorrect. The timeline between your feeds and Jungkook aren’t too far apart and so it’s an idea that has been brought up between the both of you after you have both come home from your feeding nights. And it’s easier to bring your feeding forward by a few days than it is for Jungkook to halt his to match yours — it would just make him more dangerous.

“Are you sure?”

Jungkook swallows and lowers his head to your own, turning his head and letting his nose brush against your own before placing a tender kiss on your lips. “I’ve never been more sure.”

And so here you both are, standing at the bar of the same nightclub that you had met Jungkook in all those moons ago. The classy decor of the club is lit up in shades of flashing yellows, purples and blue lights that nightclubs usually have from the strobe lights installed on the ceiling. There are velvet and silks of deep reds draped over each wall and the bar you’re standing up is bathed in white spotlights, showing off the club's extensive liquor collection.

Off the bat, it looks like your usual club but you both know that deep down, it’s something so much more primal than that; the bustling environment does nothing for your hunger. The energy inside is infectious. You can feel pulses racing, and the smell of sweat and sexual energy has you rubbing your thighs and stomach growling and by the sounds of Jungkook next to you, he isn’t fairing much better either.

“Drink?” Jungkook asks and you nod your head for him to order you your usual. You stand next to him at the bar and lean yourself back, the material of your silky dress riding further up your thighs as you do. In your heels, you almost level Jungkook in height — who looks heavenly in his outfit for the evening.

His hair has grown significantly over the last few weeks. He’s styled it in a way that strands of thick onyx hair is gelled back off his face from the sides but he’s left taken the shorter pieces from the front and flat ironed them diagonally across his face, covering his eyes which gives him an almost sinister look. However, he’s cleverly left his eyebrow piercing to peek through and the metal of his lip ring that is sinfully tucked into the corner of his mouth as he chews on it in thought as he orders your drink.

The shirt on his body is fitted. Tight, like a second skin to his incredible physique and tucked right into the band of his jeans and sealed together with a leather belt with a heavy gold moon at the centre. His shoulders stand out, broad and beautiful and his chest, which is emerging under the array of buttons undone down to his navel, isn’t any different.

The all black jeans on his legs shows off his toned thighs and just how utterly irresistible he is. He finishes his look with an abundance of white gold rings with expensive gemstones embedded, chains of all lengths and sizes wrapped around his neck and hoops hanging from both lobes.

He looks good enough to eat, you think to yourself.

He’s gorgeous. You know it and he knows it, using his sex appeal to assist in his own feedings. And it seems that the both males and females around the two of you know it too as they can’t help but let their eyes linger on him longer than usual.

Your eyes never stop scanning around the club as you search for someone exciting for you to take home and share with Jungkook. A clear fizzy drink is placed in your hands from your boyfriend who seems to have something a lot stronger and darker in his own glass. You sip the alcohol tentatively, a sweet fizz tingles on your tongue.

He hums along to the overbearing thrumming drum and bass song which is booming through the overhead speakers around the room before his raspy voice breaks into lyrics. Typical. The strength of his drink causes his eyes to scrunch together as you stand quietly together, eyes searching through the mass of the crowd.

Lacing your fingers together, you walk towards the back of the nightclub, further into the shadows so you can both have eyes on your prey for the evening. His hand slides around the small of your back and rests on your waistline, giving your side a squeeze.

“What do you fancy to eat tonight, kitten?” Jungkook purrs in your ear, gently taking your earlobe in between his teeth and nibbling over it, his canines pushing down gently causing you to moan and bite your lip.

“I’m not being picky. I just need to eat.” You sip on the alcohol and press yourself against Jungkook, your ass coming into contact with his crotch as you begin to sway to the music and you feel his fingers tighten in the material of your dress. You keep sweeping your eyes across the dancefloor to all the different options you could have for the night, observing the bodies that are squeezed together in close proximity knock against one another, grinding and gyrating with wild abandonment.

Through the crowd, something, someone, catches your eye causing your movements against Jungkook to draw to a sudden halt. You tilt your head to the side and your eyes come into contact with a male.

He looks young, around your own age as he keeps his gaze on yours, appearing to be staring straight through. You give him a wink from across the hall, just to make sure you really do have his attention and as confirmation you receive a smirk in return, two of his fingers motioning you over in a come hither way.

Turning towards Jungkook, you stare him in the eyes and raise your eyebrow at him, letting him know that you’ve found someone. Jungkook raises his eyes and immediately sees the man you’ve clocked and licks his lips, his appetite growing exponentially. 

Jungkook takes your hand in his again and begins to make his way over to the stranger, making sure to keep you close as you fight through the bodies on the dancefloor. It’s a dance you’re both familiar with, trying not to let the scent of others in your way teeter you from what you both desire, otherwise things could get messy and that isn’t something you need right here in front of a large crowd.

Pressed up against the wall, you envelope the stranger by the back of the neck and tug him down to you, inhaling his scent as he lowers. His skin is as soft as it looked from the other side of the club and you can’t help but run your tongue up his neck, the salty perspiration is sweet to taste and you moan.

Giggling, you look back towards Jungkook who is eying you tentatively and you shrug. “He’ll do.” Your words are rewarded by a sickly sweet smile from Jungkook who can feel his jeans strain knowing you’ll both feed well tonight.

“What’s your name sweetheart?” You ask the pretty boy.

“Whatever you want it to be,” he responds with a slight slur, breath smelling of whiskey. Good enough for you.

From the side, pale hands wrap their way across your boyfriend and your eyes screw together at the new edition to the three of you. It is as if the gentleman could see you trying to piece together who this female is. “Mind if my girlfriend joins us?” He mumbles.

Her hands run up and down Jungkook’s arm as you stare directly into his eyes. You can see them visibly darken from their usual golden colour to a dark garnet shade. Both of them have that healthy, glistening flesh and your thighs twitch, hearing the pulse underneath, wanting nothing more than to take them home and sink your teeth in.

“Gladly,” you say. You claw your hand underneath his collar and draw him closer to you, attaching your lips with his own right in front of both you and his girlfriend. His lips are chapped and not the most pleasant feeling, especially in comparison to your own boyfriend but it’ll do. You’re only doing this with one end goal in sight.

Reaching behind you, you grab the guy by the top of his shirt and push him onto the bed, motioning for him to lean back against the headboard. Obediently, he does as he is told and you lower yourself on top of him, your dress pulling itself up your legs and past your thighs to expose your covered pussy. Your hips meet his and you can feel his semi-hard length through his trousers. His hands rest at the bottom of your back, one sliding further down to grab you by the ass , giving it a good  squeeze and you yelp at the contact.

Jungkook hears and turns around, watching you getting yourself comfortable for the evening, knowing how you can get when you’re as ravenous as you are tonight, ready to eat. He looks back towards the man’s girlfriend and leaves a hand out for her to take. She does and Jungkook guides her to the bed, letting her get settled before he kisses her on the cheek and lets both his legs rest on either side of her waist.

Kissing this guy is nothing like kissing Jungkook, and a part of you misses his lips on yours as you take your time to get into the lip lock with this stranger. He deepens the kiss as his tongue tangles with yours a little too quickly. He brings a hand from your back and places it on your tit, kneading the mound, feeling your nipple harden underneath your dress. Your body reacts to his touch as your legs squeeze his waist and you grind down on him.

Before the man in your arms could protest, you grind yourself into his hard dick once more as he throws his neck back in pleasure. The opportunity is now and so you dip your mouth to his neck and sink your fangs into his jugular. Your hips rock back and forth in satisfaction, timing the rhythm of your hips with the draining of blood from his neck. He didn’t struggle below you, only small whimpers from the pain as his fingers claw at your thighs, marking them darker but missing the way they heal almost instantly.

At the other side of the bed, Jungkook re-emerges from between the woman's legs and smiles at you wickedly. The blood is spraying from your victims neck and coats your skin, seeps into your hair and clothing too. It’s a beautifully wretched sight watching as the blood taints your skin, dribbling down your chin as you selfishly devour more than you can take and finally pooling at the base of your neck in your collarbones.

“Fuck me, _____, seeing you like this has got me so hard,” Jungkook announces. He manoeuvres himself briefly, pressing himself a little more flat against the linens to allow his hips to grind into the mattress for some satisfaction. Only then is he aware of the feeling of slick coating his chin from his ministrations on the female below him before dipping back down.

You continue to suck at his neck, feeling him weakening and sinking further into the pillows behind him — a tell tale sign of him becoming lifeless in your arms. The sounds of your sucking and swallowing reverberate around the bedroom. And that’s when you feel it. The rush, the adrenaline, the feeling of being full after a drought. Life fills you once again and you can’t help but moan in satisfaction. Your body roars back to life as you find a new place to sink your teeth into just underneath his ear. The sound of flesh tearing is music to your ears as you continue to quench your thirst.

A string of over exaggerated airy moans tears you away from the young man below you and you watch as Jungkook’s head dips up and down as he continues to pleasure your other companion. If it wasn’t for the fact that Jungkook needed to eat, you would have tossed her aside a while ago — her voice is one that vibrates against your skull like a fucking migraine.

Is she even vaguely aware of the fact her boyfriend is lying lifeless in your arms? You laugh at the thought. Probably not — Jungkook seems to be sucking the soul out of her pussy.

However, your pussy throbs as you watch him, and you use the man's thigh to grind yourself on top of. The sight of Jungkook eating out another woman in front of you is nothing short of pornographic and you start to wonder why this isn’t something you two have done before.

“S-shit, you’re so good with your mouth,” she whispers, eyes snapped shut, not looking directly at you. “You’re so lucky-fuck.”

Your smile is sinister as a tiny giggle leaves your lips. You know just how good he is with his tongue and fuck, you can’t wait until it’s your turn.

Whining, Jungkook’s head appears and his smile eventually matches yours. Feeling his hand at the back of your neck, you lick your lips, tasting the remnants of blood before meeting him in the middle for a kiss. It’s possessive and consuming. Opening your lips, you slip your tongue into your boyfriends, pushing some of the blood from the man you just fed on into his mouth, letting him have his own taste before he has the chance to feed on the blonde underneath him. 

Her eyes flutter open and observe the both of you in a heated make out session. The kiss is rough and messy, a fight of tongue and teeth, of dominance between the pair of you. Eventually, Jungkook takes control of the kiss and holds your head in place as his tongue peeps out and laps up at the blood dripping down the corners of your  mouth. The transfer of blood between you both elicits a moan from Jungkook, making him pull away from you to lick at the side of his own lips.

The liquid coats his soft skin like a drizzle over the most mouth watering dessert, a small drop threatening to drip down off his jaw before you thumb at it and place it at the lips of the woman.

Jungkook is reminded of his hunger as his stomach groans loudly, almost enough to hurt. His attention is turned back to her as fear fills her eyes as she becomes more aware of what’s going on around her. Her nails claw at the bed sheets only for her body to run cold at the wet feel of it. Raising her hand, she finds herself covered in blood which is still running heavily into the sheets from her boyfriend limp beside her.

The earth shattering sound of her exaggerated scream is all you can hear and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

“Your turn.”

Within a blink of an eye, Jungkook grabs her by the wrist and stands at the edge of your shared bed, holding her by the side of her neck before he sinks his teeth into her, crimson liquid rushing to the surface to aid the bloodlust coursing through his body. Not once do Jungkook's eyes leave you as you continue to play with the dark hair of the lifeless male in your  arms.

“You shouldn’t let her cry, she's annoying me,” you roll your eyes at her blood curdling scream, accentuating your annoyance towards the female.

“Why don’t you come over here and do something about it then?” Jungkook challenges you back with a playful smirk dawning  his lips.

You're quick to push the male from your body, watching as his figure drops to the floor in a heap. “Okay, he’s definitely dead,” you laugh out loud with sinister glee. You crawl your way off of the bed over to Jungkook and stand in front of the woman. She is certainly beautiful with her soft fair hair and large innocent looking eyes. Eyes which now are flooded with fear and pleasure. 

What a stupid girl, getting off on being drained.

Grabbing her by the throat, you squeeze the sides of her neck just enough to keep her quiet but not enough to fully cut off the air to her lungs. Tipping her head up, she looks at you as Jungkook continues to suckle on her blood. He’s made quite the mess of his meal though as blood continues to run down her neck.

The scent of her sweet perfume is picked up as you lower your head to her neck and sniff at the broken flesh where Jungkook's teeth and tongue are lapping away at her with succession. It’s surprising that she’s lasted this long with the way that he’s been going at her. “Such a pretty little thing you were.”

Jungkook finally removes himself from her just to mutter, “You should fucking taste her, she’ll quench your thirst so well.” To prove his point, he drags his index finger through the blood staining the skin of her neck and lifts it up to your lips for you to lick, making sure to suck his finger more salaciously than needed.

“Well you do smell delicious, I will give you that,” you whisper, your lids fluttering shut in delight. Your hand squeezes harder on her neck and the other finds her right breast. You pinch at the flesh over her clothing and watch as pleasure fills her. “You’ve got one hell of a fight in you, I can tell,” you hum, lowering yourself closer to the woman, turning her neck to the side to whisper in her ear. “How does it feel? Does my boyfriend make you feel good? Does he make you feel as good as I make you feel?”

“I-it feels, he feels s-so good” The woman squeaks. Jungkook places a kiss upon her neck behind her ear and you feel the way her body trembles underneath both of your touch. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip to suppress the smile trying to make its way to your face.

You lower your face towards her, your lips a hair's breadth away from her own “What about me?” You tease with a pinch of her nipple, feeling her harden beneath you both. “I’m a good girl, didn’t you know? I’d never hurt a soul, ask anyone. Ask him.”

Jungkook’s eyes are dark, full of hunger and not just for the woman he has tangled in his arms. “Now kitten, why lie to your meal?” He toys with you both with his words.

“You won’t hurt me, I-I trust you,” she mutters, trying to assure you or herself, you’re unsure.

“Silly girl. Now why would you do something as reckless as trusting me?” You purr. Your head is spinning, still not sated from the lifeless male you just sunk your teeth into not even five minutes ago. “You’re gorgeous and I want you, so what’s the point of beating around the bush?” You accentuate your words with another squeeze of her clothed breast.

Your tongue dips out of your mouth and you flatten it against her neck, feeling a puddle of blood begin to gather at the tip of your tongue. “As for you baby, why does it matter if I tell a white lie or not…she isn’t going to be around to remember what happens.”

The woman doesn’t get time to muster up a response to you as Jungkook cackles with a shrug of his shoulders and sinks his teeth into her neck once more. You laugh obnoxiously before plunging your sharp teeth into her right next to your boyfriend.

Both of you close your eyes and listen to her as she makes an involuntary noise which you think resembles a scream. She reclines her head to the side so that both of your jaws gently graze each other as you feed from the artery. It’s messy and not at all how you both usually feed. There is normally an etiquette to it… keep it short, clean and leave no traces behind. But with the way blood splatters around both your mouths, watching it seep into her clothing and pouring down to pool at her feet, it unleashes a whole other side of you that you’ve kept hidden for so long.

The bite as you know from experience is a flash in her skin, a tell tale sign she can feel it as her mouth opens wide in pain, eyes closed just letting the feeling take over her body. The fire in her body becomes exorbitant, excessive, but when the pain dissolves into the deep bittersweet ache; it’s at that point that they can’t decide if the high of the adrenalin and the searing venom in their system is pleasurable or painful or something else altogether.

Your fingers press further into her throat, allowing the blood to rush to the surface of her neck as you and Jungkook continue to lap up at the liquid. You’ve got to give it to him, he was right about her — she is insatiable. Sweet to the tongue, leaving a tingle to take over your body.

It isn't long before horror is filling her emotions as she begins to tremble with fear as her life begins to pour out of her. She is using any last ounce of strength she can find to thrash around and fight you both off of her but it is not any use. Not with the exhilaration coursing through your body paired with both Jungkook’s and your own unnatural strength, there is no way she is able to overpower you both and fight back.

The sounds between you and Jungkook slurping from her fills your ears and leaves you feeling more turned on than you ever would have thought. It spurs you on to continue drinking from the puncture wounds in her neck. The familiar metallic taste being drawn from her as you feel her body grow limp in Jungkook's arms is such a treat. Her cries have come to a silence and the sounds of her whimpering are becoming more and more faint the longer the transaction between the three of you continues.

You open your eyes to see Jungkook already staring at you, delirious lust swimming in his eyes, a silent want for you burning in his eyes. The more you two feed, the more you’re both itching to get your hands on each other. Your pussy aches with the need to be filled by Jungkook, to be pressed flushed with desire as he makes a mess of your body in the presence of the demised bodies that litter the bed you’re on.

Jungkook is eager to get you in his arms, releasing his hold on the limp body in his arms in favour of having you instead. The body drops to the floor with a thud, her head falling awkwardly to the side as some of the blood between the dead bodies seeps into her blonde hair, painting it red.

Leaning over, you're quick to pull at the fabric of his blood soaked shirt and pull it from the buttons, watching as they scatter around the room, the small sound of them making contact with the floor resounding around the room. Removing the shirt from his shoulders, you lean in further and press a kiss to his neck. A relieved sigh escapes his lips and his hand moves from your hair to your hips, holding you steady in his grip.

Your teeth are wet with blood as they scrape over the skin of his neck without sinking into him, just dragging them across with enough pressure to tickle. Your own hands find the taut muscles of his chest, flattening them against his skin and running up towards his neck and down again on his pectorals to feel the smooth expanse of it. At this, Jungkook growls low as his grip on your waist tightens.

Without another word, Jungkook tears your dress off your body, hearing it rip fully down the middle and watching him throw the useless material into a puddle of blood makes you keen for more of him. Jungkook flips your body around and positions you on your knees with your lower body up in the air, giving it a hard spank as you get into the perfect position for him. Ass up and facing him wantingly. Your palms are planted into the bloodied duvet as you feel the red substances bathe your hands. You wiggle your ass teasingly to Jungkook who is now on his knees behind your body, his hands finding your ass cheeks again, kneading them roughly.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful like this. Just for me,” Jungkook moans as he smacks your cheeks with quick lefts and right. You sway your body at the impact of his hands but Jungkook holds you in place with the other hand keeping a tight grip on your waist.

“Don’t be gentle with me, I’m not going to break y’know,” you sass him.

You bite down on your bottom lip, smiling naughtily as you hear him growl at your words. It isn’t long before the hand on your hip slides up your spine and finds the back of your head and successfully pushes your face into the sheets below you. The roughness of Jungkook’s actions gets you wetter, the bloodlust in your body causing your body to shiver at the act. Jungkook applies more pressure to keeping your head down as he slides a thigh in between your legs and spreads them open before grabbing at your skirt and pulling it up your hips and yanking your underwear down to hang around your thighs at your knees, exposing your dewy pussy fully to his hungry eyes.

“Fuck, would you just look at you. A dumb bloodwhore getting wet at the slightest of touches.”

You spread your legs wider, as far as your underwear will let you and shake your ass for him once more under his praise for you, moaning at the filthy words leaving his lips.

“Who’s all this for, huh?” Jungkook groans as his hands move to the back of your thighs as he kneels down to your pussy and blows on it.

Your body produces goosebumps as you feel them beginning to tickle your skin. “For you, baby, it’s always all for you.”

Jungkook seems happy with your response as he rewards you with his hand running up and down your pussy from behind, trailing it from your clit to your entrance before slapping your pussy repeatedly - the sounds of skin making contact with your wetness filling the space around you both. Dipping his head down, Jungkook spreads you open further and licks one long stripe from your ass to your clit. Your mouth opens as a string of curses fall from your lips, the feeling of his mouth finally on you making your mind spin.

“Mmm, you taste so much better after you’ve eaten, I’m never going to get enough of you like this,” he hums.

You gasp at the feel of Jungkook’s tongue forcefully passing through your lips, finding your clit immediately and sucks your nerves vigorously. Two cold ringed fingers find their way to your opening, pushing through your slicked up hole with no resistance as he begins to scissor you open at a renowned pace.

You arch your back as a cry passes your lips. His fingers plunge inside of you, curling as soon as he is knuckle deep, pressing perfectly against the spongy area within your inner walls over and over. You can hardly respond to Jungkook as his hands keep your thighs pried open for his own take.

His thumb is added into the mix as he spits on the appendage and pins it against your clit and rubs furiously back and forth, watching as  the white of your own precum drips from your pussy like it is the only thing you know how to do just for him. Your hips instinctively move, grinding into his touch and Jungkook moves his fingers further out of you. Teasing you. Edging you, with his very skilled fingers.

“I want to cum, please,” your voice is light and rings in Jungkook’s mind wonderfully.

His tongue runs down lower and joins his two fingers in your cunt. The feeling of being so full causes you to clench against Jungkook while he adds in a third finger, keeping up with the momentum and the pace he has found himself in as he continues to fuck into you.

A light gush of fluid is felt on his forearm and his cheeks. Not thinking of anything about it at first, Jungkook ignores it and keeps thrusting and curling three fingers in and out, all over again.

Unexpectedly, a new wave of liquid releases from you in streams, the force of it pushing his fingers out of your pussy. Jungkook doesn’t know where to look: at you from in between your knees or at the jets of cum being released all over him and soaking into the blood soaked sheets underneath you both. “Fuck, Jungkook-fuck, just like that!” You scream, thighs twitching and hips raising in delight at the force of your orgasm from out of the blue.

Jungkook watches as the streams of cum come to a stop slowly and promptly inserts the same three fingers in once more. Your legs spread even wider, the stretch in your thighs burns but it allows Jungkook more space as he gets on his knees as he finger fucks you harder, faster than previously. “You mean like this?”

Your inner walls tighten around his fingers as his tempo from previously hasn’t faltered once, and once again you snap your eyes tight, an array of stars like you had witnessed at dusk earlier in the night cloud your vision. Your body twitches in oversensitivity and you finally come once more. This time, Jungkook’s fingers stay inside of you, pushing through the force of your cunt weeping for him as he watches your cum spray around him.

“Wow, twice, kitten. You really are a cock-hungry, filthy little slut,” Jungkook goads. An idea reaches his mind.

You feel the bed get lighter as Jungkook removes himself from the duvet and stands at the end with his back towards you. You crawl towards his frame and wrap your arms around his tiny waist, placing your hands on his rippling stomach muscles and pressing down, feeling them harden beneath your pads. He can’t see you with his back to you but he can feel the smirk on your face when you press your lips all over his back, nipping at the skin with your fangs ever so gently, not focusing on one particular area.

“What you thinking, baby?” You ask, lust lacing your words as your hand reaches down to his hard cock as you give him a tight squeeze in your hands, palming his length over and over until the tent in his trousers becomes tight for him and prominent for you to gawk at.

You slip your hands into the waistband of Jungkook’s boxers and pull his cock out, freeing him from his tightening restraints. You watch as he throws his head back in delight, hearing him sucking air through his teeth, hissing as your hand wraps around his shaft. He is long, hard and sensitive to the touch. Your hand is barely big enough to close around him fully. Jungkook moans as you squeeze his cock a few times, feeling him throb, his body tensing.

Jungkook turns around and faces you as he starts to move his hands and pulls both his bottoms and underwear off swiftly, kicking them off his legs and letting them land in a pile somewhere across the room. The low lighting compliments him so beautifully — bathing his caramel coloured skin in a halo, a complete juxtaposition to the creature he truly is and yet symbolic to his character. He runs a hand through the slicked back hair, allowing strands to fall in front of his face and in front of his eyes — which are deep and rich in browns and golds with hints of crimsons with his arousal.

Your eyes trail down and take in his body. Lean, built, muscles bulked and simply divine, ready to have your teeth sink into the flesh to taste who he really is. His right arm inked in delicate swirls and patterns of his previous life as a human, whilst his left arm remains fully free from any art. The only piece on his arm sits on his shoulder.

A bite mark.

His forever reminder of you. Once a human is turned from a vampire, they’re then given the choice by their creator to have the mark removed or allow it to stay, and Jungkook chose the latter. Jungkook chose to wear your mark on his skin for everyone and anybody to see…call it a declaration of his love for you. And to this day, Jungkook wears his mark proudly. He still leaves his right arm free of any tattoos, ‘the only art that matters on this arm is yours, and I will never cover or conceal it with anything else’ is what he so lovingly told you.

Your favourite part of his stature is his lower body. The softness of the skin as your fingers dance across his tummy, muscles tightening and protruding under the touch is a sight you never will get enough of. The butterflies that fill your body are prideful and bright all because his body reacts to you and only you. It’s something that you never grow tired of. Watching his body respond to even the slightest of touches.

As usual though, there is a slight scowl on his face as he looks at your body as the knowledge that he will never be able to mark your body like you had his sits in his mind. The love bite he has on his skin can only be given by a maker, you’d never be able to show Jungkook’s love for you off in the same way]. Jungkook wants nothing more than to be able to mark you for himself. To show the world that you’re just as much his as he is yours.

If you had a live, beating heart; you know that it would sink at the look he gives you. As a compromise, you decided that you would get your engagement finger tattooed with his initials. This was your version of his mark on your body, and though it wasn’t the same; Jungkook couldn’t be more than happy. The initials on your finger to be sealed with an eventual ring to bind your both together. It’s the same hand you wrap around his cock, pumping it languidly, squeezing it teasingly. 

The shaft, having seen it so many times previously, never fails to turn you on - your stomach coiling in desire at the knowledge that you’ll have him sinking deep inside of you, filling you to the brim. His length is something that men would desire to attain. Jungkook as a human was well endowed but after turning, he really had been gifted as the round mushroom head stands tall past his belly button. The shaft is thick from base to tip, deep blue and purple veins protruding against his skin which sits prettily within the bright sanguine colour of his girth.

Beads of pearlescent fluids decorate the tip as Jungkook leaks a generous amount of precum from the slit of his crown. As it continues to leak, it builds into a copious puddle and starts to run down his shaft slowly towards the base. The lighting of the room allows the cum to shimmer in front of you. Your own walls of your pussy clenching at the sight of him standing in all his glory. You pull your lower lip between your teeth to hide the smirk of pride that you indeed created the man in front of you.

“Wan’ to put my cock in between your fucking tits,” Jungkook announces, eyes on your nipples that are peeking through the thin material of the vest.

Grinning up at him, you pull at the item of clothing and tug it out of the waistband of your skirt. Once you’ve released the hem of the vest, you pull it upwards and over your head, your breasts immediately coming into his view.

Jungkook reaches down to your tits and begins kneading the flesh roughly in his hands, ripping a moan from you as he finds both of your nipples and pulls at them. 

You give him a debauched grin, teasingly and playful as you run your teeth over your teeth, making sure to spend extra time running it back and forth over your razor sharp canines as your hands lift your boobs from the bottom and squishing them together, inviting Jungkook to sink his cock right between the flesh.

A deep chuckle sounds in your ears from Jungkook as if what you’re doing is incorrect, but this is what he wanted, right? Your brow furrows in confusion and as if he can read your mind, he lowers himself and plants a small kiss on your pouting lips.

“I need to lube myself up — can't fuck your pretty tits dry, can I?” And you nod your head in agreement.

You take it upon yourself to gather the spit in your mouth to spit in between the valley of your breasts once, twice and then thrice — making sure there is enough saliva to coat the skin to give him an easy slide. You look up at Jungkook, awaiting the praise for being a good girl for him, but what you see instead catches you so off guard that you almost stutter.

Jungkook is on his knees next to the blonde girl from earlier who you both fed from before killing her and tossing her aside so you could fuck until your dead non-beating hearts would give out. He manhandles her aggressively, flipping her over into a boneless heap to reveal a pool of her blood that had gathered under her. Without wasting a single moment, Jungkook puts his hands together and dips them into the vermilion liquid as if to lift the blood in his palms like it was water.

You watch from your position on the bed as he brings his hands over to his cock and lets the blood spill all over his length, bathing it in red liquid all for your pleasure. The smell of the bloody concoction mixed with his precum that is drooling from his slit evades your senses and your mind runs erratically, the bloodlust coursing through you.

Jungkook lifts more of the blood and keeps pouring it all over his cock, covering his hard appendage in nothing but crimson. You watch as it drips towards the floor and puddles just in front of his knees and your tongue licks your lips, an attempt to stop the water from dripping down your chin.

The smile on Jungkook’s face as he stares at you is one of someone who has just won the lottery, and in your own sinister way, you both have you think. Jungkook walks over to you, cock against his stomach, trailing the woman's blood over his stomach and dripping to down his shaft towards his balls — the sight gets you so fucking wet.

Why is this never something you have both done before? If feeding together is going to result in this every time, you don’t think you’ll ever be able to get used to it.

Once again, you lift your spit slicked tits together invitingly for Jungkook and he smirks at you, lower lip caught in his teeth as you move to the edge of the bed, staring at him with large crimson lust filled eyes. 

Jungkook swallows, leaning up over the bed and places his cock in between your tits, watching the blood smear against your skin, mixing with the spit you produced for an ample slick slide. For good measure, Jungkook gathers a generous amount of spit and spits onto your skin, watching as the enzymes in his spit splits the blood it landed on top of.

Looking down, you can see his blood dowsed cockhead poke out at the top of your chest and you can’t help but press a kiss to the head, the blood transferring from his crown to your lips.

“Go ahead, move baby — enjoy my tits,” you whisper.

Wasting no time, Jungkook rocks his hips back ever so slightly and watches as his head disappears into the valley of your large boobs before rutting himself forward once more, seeing himself reappear at the top of your chest. He continues this, hands on your shoulders to keep you still for a generous amount of time. 

“Oh shit, I know you love my tits but this is so fucking hot baby,” you cry at the end.

His eyes previously locked on the action of watching his cock disappear between the folds of your tits with only the head poking back up was the only thing preoccupying his mind, but to hear your voice, it tears him from the vision he’s been so entranced with to gazed into your eyes.

If heaven existed and it was somewhere he thought he could reach, he really truly believed that you had brought him there. That your tits were God and he had been blessed. But on the other thought, being wrapped around the tight flesh of your tits, watching the blood you both spilled together soil your skin, he thinks, he knows this is better than any heaven he could be blessed with. This is nirvana.

“Just as if you were made for this. Made for taking every inch of my cock”. Jungkook doesn’t stop. He can’t stop. His hips rutting, still pumping his unholy lengthy shaft back and forth between your huge blood covered tits. Glancing down, you watch as the head of Jungkook's shaft pokes upward with each thrust, the once red liquid now turning a pinkish colour as his cum overflows from the slit, into the blood and onto your skin.

Parting your lips, you flick your tongue over the head every time it appears under your chin. Jungkook isn’t quick with his thrusts, instead, he takes it slow so the both of you can enjoy this moment together.

He closes his eyes, still rocking his hips back and forth, his cock nestled in between your tits as you tighten the seal of your boobs between his cock, pleasuring not just him but yourself. Jungkook rolls his head back in a full circle, his neck rolling from left to right until perfectly centred again, dropping his head down and pressing a rough kiss to your lips.

You moan into his mouth feeling Jungkook begin to pick up the pace, pumping his cock at a more rapid speed, chasing his high. You turn your head to the side and deepen the kiss, refusing to let the embrace end, as you both open your mouths simultaneously and slide your tongues against each other, the sound of grunting, moaning swallowed by the other as your lips create wet noises against each other.

Jungkook manages to capture your head in between his hands, stilling you through the kiss whilst his cock is still thrusting between your tits with enough vigour and power enough for the head to nearly touch your neck.

Breaking the kiss, Jungkook pulls back and stills his hips. He grabs his blood-soaked cock by the base and notices the plasma is drying against his cock. He wraps his hand around the shaft, tightening his grip, applying pressure trying to mimic the feeling of your boobs around him. Looking down at your chest, there he sees a similar sight — your chest covered in blood, primarily between your boobs but also drops of crimson had found its way towards your nipples and onto the round flesh itself, drying onto you. Jungkook brings the slit of his cock to your hard nipple and presses down on it. The move is sensitive for the both of you, but somewhat stimulating and arousing.

“On your knees, I want to use your throat, get me all wet with your mouth,” he orders, pulling you out of your thoughts, pulling your hair, pulling you off the bed and onto the flooring below, managing to navigate you so your knees aren’t pressing into one the woman you both fed on moments ago.

A whimper slips from your lips at his demanding demeanour, tongue poking out and licking the skin of your lips, catching the saliva that threatens to drip below down to your chin. You do as you’re told and in return you hear a loud grunt from above you, a sign of appreciation for your obedience.

You wet your lips with your tongue, readying yourself to take him into your mouth. The tip of his dick is wet from where most of the woman's blood was bathing, and as you wrap your lips around him, sealing the skin around his cock, you can taste the honeyed blood as well as the bittersweetness of his leaking precum smearing across your parted lips.

Sharpening your tongue, you allow yourself the first flick of his slit, tasting the rich concoction as it tingles on your wet muscle. Jungkook bucks his hips the moment your tongue licks at his cock, lapping up the cum that is running down his length excessively. You feel him throb against your tongue in  pleasure, a deep moan from deep within his chest erupts as he pushes himself eagerly against you and slips past your lips. You watch as his cock becomes less and less red from the bodily fluid, knowing that your tongue is wrapping around and sucking hard on him like your favourite flavoured lollipop to steal and saviour all the taste from him as you lap and clean him up.

With your lips wrapping around the head of his cock, you begin to slide your tongue on the undershaft of his dick further into your mouth. It isn’t long before Jungkook is placing his hands around the back of your neck and filling his fist with your hair, bunching it into a makeshift ponytail so he can control the pace you bop your head up and down on his cock. Blood covers the corners of your mouth and dries into the skin and Jungkook thinks it is one of the most beautiful sights he has ever seen.

“You can fucking take it, be a good girl and take it,” Jungkook hisses past gritted teeth, encouraging you to fit as much of him as you possibly can into mouth.

Your eyes glaze as you hum out a ‘yes’ around him. You will yourself to sink his dick further into your throat, causing you to hum - the vibrations rattling against his cock causing the hand tangled into your hair to tighten.  You open the seal of your lips from around him and inch your head down to the base of his cock where you slither your tongue from the bottom all the way up to the top, tracing the protruding veins with your tongue. You make sure to repeat the action twice over and then down to his balls. Your lips envelope around one of his balls, feeling them thick and heavy on your tongue tickling and teasing — knowing he has something he wants to give you. You can’t help but suckle on his balls one by one as he fists himself in time with the way your wet muscle wraps around and tugs his balls.

Jungkook’s hand tangles once more in your hair and pushes you off of him and twists your face to the side. His other palm wraps around his cock and places it in front of your mouth, guiding your head to suck on him from the side.

Your mouth opens and your tongue is quick to dart out. Placing his length on your tongue, he ruts forward to wet himself with the saliva on your tongue. And then he feels it. Point of your white of fangs as they drag across his skin. Rough oral sex with each other isn’t something either of you are new too but the feeling of your vampiric teeth gliding across his most sensitive area and the knowing thought that at any moment you could sink your teeth into him gets him harder than he believes he’s ever been..and you notice. The hair on his skin stands tall and he shivers as you stare at him from below. You're able to read his thoughts clearly and a tiny giggle falls from your mouth. 

Looking up, your eyes are met with the most beautiful sight you could have imagined. Jungkooks bottom lip is pulled in between his teeth, fangs pointed and still stained with red as he tries to hold back on the moans threatening to escape his mouth, his eyes now a deep shade of crimson as he continues to be lost in the lust of you, your hot, wet mouth feeling fucking amazing wrapped around him. His chest is heaving up and down in quick successions as he tries to keep his body from jerking forward and fucking your throat entirely.

Almost like he was reading your mind, Jungkook pulls you completely off of his cock and holds your head to look at him directly. A string of saliva is connecting you to his red tip, which is now slicked up with your drool.

“Open your filthy mouth,” he tells you.

You don’t hesitate as you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, knowing exactly what it is he is asking of you. Jungkook tightens the grip in your hair and forces your head to tip back, causing the concoction keeping you connected to snap and drip down your chest. He gathers spit in his mouth and parts his lips. But he doesn’t spit in your mouth like you thought he would. No. Jungkook lets the fluid run off his tongue and straight into your mouth, now connecting you both with saliva, tongue to tongue.

The sight in itself was nothing short of erotic. Sincerley pornographic and you try your hardest to burn the image of this moment to the back of your eyelids.

Having had enough waiting, he snaps the saliva by bending himself at the hips and forcefully presses his lips against your own, a kiss full of teeth and tongues, wet, messy and dominant from the both of you as you fight to take charge. He is low enough for your hand to snake behind his neck and tug at the roots of his hair at the nape of his neck. You part your lips and allow his tongue to glide in and out of your mouth, kissing you deeper.

The kiss grows hotter with every passing second as he silences your moans with the sloppy crash of his lips against yours, dipping his head down to kiss you in a messy, passionate kiss filled with love, lust and utter adoration for you. Jungkook growls as he tastes the remnants of himself on your tongue.

Jungkook breaks the kiss and stands back at full height. His cock twitches in front of you and you lick your lips in anticipation to have him fully emerge in the back of your throat once again. He places both his hands in your hair unlike just the one before and pulls your head back towards his cock. You tease him once more and place his tip on your lips to suckle on him.

Not being prepared for your mouth to tease him so subtly, his body reacts before he can stop himself and he forces himself forward. Your eyes tightly close as the vibrations of your moans are intense on this dick, allowing a choked growl from his chest to fill the air. Rivulets of cum drip from his swollen tip as he gives you a moment to suck it off of him before pulling you off of his dick for a brief moment.

Jungkook stops your head from moving as both of them weave to the back of your head, close to the nape of your neck. You close your eyes as you wait for what’s about to come next.

You keep your mouth open wide, jaw unhinged as Jungkook takes his cock in his hand and rubs his tip over plush lips, small moans leaving his throat as he teases himself at the thought of plugging up your oesophagus and you watch his face contort with lust just at the idea of it. His balls slap against your chin and rivulets of cum run from your lips every time your mouth meets the base of his crotch. You moan again and again, over and over, twisting your tongue around his cock and over the head.

Without warning, Jungkook forces his cock into your open mouth and pushes himself fully inside, not giving you any warning. You choke around him as a pool of drool drips down the sides of your mouth at being so full, feeling it drip further from your chin onto your chest and in between the valley of your tits. He pulled out quickly, a sinister smile on his face knowing that you don’t need to catch your breath for him to sink back into you without any hesitation.

His cock forces your jaw to widen further as his hips wildly jackhammer into your awaiting spit filled throat back and forth over and over again as you look up at him from your knees, through teary eyes to see his own eyes are rolling blissfully into the back of his skull as he abuses your throat.

“I’m the luckiest man on the planet, I-fuck-I-,” he groans. “Such a fucking whore.”

Your mouth turns up into a smile while his cock is still pistoning in and out of your lips. His hips pick up pace as he starts to slide faster, the copious amount of spit gathered on your tongue allowing him to glide past your tongue and into the cavern of your tight throat so much easier. The grip on your hair still keeps you still, Jungkook pushes himself past the barrier of your throat until your nose is pressed up against the base of his cock. His fists pull you further onto his cock as he bends himself at the waist once more and traps your head in between his cock and upper body.

The noises of you gurgling and choking around him only arouses him further, his hands pushing at the back of your head further - not that there's any more you can possibly take, but the force of his tip pushing past the tight barrier of your oesophagus turns him on more than he ever believed it would.

"Fuck...that's it kitten, swallow my cock, oh-shit." One of his hands finds the front of your throat and presses his fingers into your windpipe. He begins to rock his hips back and forth at an unrelenting pace, feeling the outline of his cock shaping your esophageal muscles. “Beg me like the bloodwhore you are, hm. Beg me for my cock, to use you like you know what your only purpose is, in the only way you know that you should be used,” Jungkook growls, making sure to keep his eyes on you.

Heat pools in your stomach at his words, coiling and twisting with soaring pleasure at the excitement of being nothing but a toy for his enjoyment. Feeding together might be a new activity that Jungkook has found to be thrilling and exciting to do together but nothing comes close, no activity is more of a favourite than using you, your body, pushing you beyond your limits for his own thrill and enjoyment.

Words are lost on your tongue and instead wrap around Jungkook's cock, which never stops jackhammering down your throat. Nothing but garbled sounds are all that is heard, along with the sounds of wet gagging resounding in the air around you. Instead, you eagerly nod your head up at him.

Eventually, Jungkook pulls out of your cavern with a moan and watches as your mouth frees up — spit and cum bathing his cock and decorating the skin of his stomach as his cock slams back against the muscles. Your lips are full, swollen, used, with saliva and remnants of sticky honeyed precum running past the seam of your lips and clings to your chin and inches its way towards your tits.

Jungkook in all his unnatural pace throws you back onto the blood soaked sheets before sinking his knees into the bed on either side of your body and lowers his head to capture your lips in a fierce kiss, teeth and tongues fighting against each other as you pull each other as close as you can physically get. You’re certain that if either of you could feel anything other than cold that you would both be lit on fire at the bites, tugs and pulls of each other's swollen lips. With a final nip Jungkook wins the battle, he blows against your chilled skin as he moves away from your mouth and manoeuvres your head with his own to connect his lips to the skin underneath your earlobe.

His mouth moves languidly down your jaw line, tongue making the first part of contact and then his lips sealing around his little lick for a kiss. Jungkook takes his time to dot kisses down your neck, inhaling your sweet natural aroma of your flesh as well as the crystalline blood that lay underneath. A hand slides up your sides and stops at your torso while the other is fast in grabbing at both of your wrists and holding them against the pillows. “Keep them there,” he tells you.

His hands roam back down and find your chest, dragging his fingers across both of your tits, his mouth following behind them. Closing his lips around your nipple, Jungkook sucks vigorously, scraping the hardening bud with his fangs over and over, watching as your hips raise off the sheets in euphoria. You can feel Jungkook’s hard cock pressing against your thigh as your body lifts and for a brief moment, you thought you could feel him throb against your skin in a rhythm his heart used to beat too.

The sounds of Jungkook tongue sucking at your tits creates tingles through your body, a pool of arousal gathering at your core. Jungkook’s hand finds your other breast and kneads the flesh between his fingers and with a side eye, he watches as the skin appears through the spaces of his fingers the harder he squeezes. With a timed sharp twist of your nipple and a piercing bite to the skin of your other breast, you wince, body shaking at the pleasure he is bestowing upon you.

Cupping the bottoms of your tits, Jungkook gently squeezes them, pushing them together and pulling another moan past your lips. A stream of crimson seeps from the fresh wound, wetting your skin and dribbles down to Jungkook’s mouth. It isn’t unheard of that Vampires can feed from each other. It’s a love bond, especially between those created and their maker. With their heightened senses, some vampires prefer to dilute the liquid before they drink from each other; however with you and Jungkook, there is nothing more arousing and romantic than tasting each other for who you both really are.

“I’ll never get enough of your taste. You gonna let me fuck you around all these bodies, hm? Let me stuff your tiny,messy pussy as I see fit?” He snarls, the bitter honeyed taste of your blood pooling on his tongue and painting his teeth red. “I’ll fuck you in these blood sodden sheets, like the bloodslut you are. Play with yourself baby, you’ve earned it.”

Your body sparks in pleasure and your mind spins in delirium at the order he is coaxing you with. Voice husky and filled to the brim with lust. Your hands unclamp from each other from their previous position above your head and you let your dominant hand seek out your pussy.

Taking two fingers, you spread your saturated pussy lips apart for his own viewing pleasure, and allow your other hand to glide over your swollen nerves in the most feather-like of touches. You’re so in tuned with your sensitivity, the lightest of touches sparking a ravenous hunger deep within, your body craving, aching for more. You decide to press down harder, feeling your pussy drown with a new precum of your own, wetting itself at the knowledge that not too long you’ll finally have Jungkook sinking his cock deep into you.

Spreading your legs as wide as you can, you slide a hand between your legs, fingers slipping wetly through your built up arousal and spit. A resounding squelch is heard around the room as your finger slips in between your sodden lips. Your mouth opens in a silent moan and Jungkook uses the opportunity to spit a mixture of saliva and blood onto your tongue.

“Swallow.” He doesn’t stutter once as he watches you close your mouth, the sight of your throat bobbing up and down is the confirmation he needs that you’ve obeyed his request. Jungkook’s own hand finds his shaft, wrapping his fist around himself, he tugs his skin back and forth in tandem to the movements you make around your clit. 

You circle the hood of your clit teasingly, making sure to wet your fingers enough before pushing one past the rings of your muscles. You pump slowly, teasing yourself now for only a matter of seconds and then interesting another one into yourself. You relax your body, your fingers easily pushing past your loosening hole, stretching you in preparation of your boyfriend's monstrous cock.

You eye Jungkook in front of you, eyes trailing down to his fist covered cock as you watch him work up and down his shaft, translucent cum slicking up the length making the glide of his hand seamless. You note that when his fingers reach the crown of his cock, he puts in a little extra effort to twist his wrist and let his thumb sweep over his weeping head to continue spreading the essence down his length.

Jungkook’s own eyes never leave the sight of you pushing your fingers inside of yourself, attentive to the way that both of them pull out with sticky white slick of your own cum. Simultaneously, you both moan in appreciation for each other and your ministrations as you finally sink in a third finger, hips lifting off the bed at how you spread around them, opening yourself up and allowing your pussy to swallow your fingers.

“I wish you could look at yourself,” Jungkook murmurs. “You’re such a greedy little slut, look at that hungry cunt. You need my cock that bad, huh, angel? So wet for me. Look at that pretty pussy swallowing your tiny fingers, wishing it was me instead aren’t you, angel.” 

At the sound of Jungkook’s words, you spread your legs wider, feeling the muscles in your thighs and calves burn at the overstretch. The hand that is three fingers deep stuffed into your cunt picks up its pace as your free one joins the preoccupied appendage at your pussy, making sure to press two fingers hard against your clit and rubbing in circles at an unforgiving speed — chasing any sort of high that you possibly can.

“Jungkook,” you try, voice broken but thick with lust nonetheless. “I’m ready for you. Fuck me like the whore you know I am for you.”

In record time, Jungkook pulls you up to your feet and takes you in through his own eyes. Blood drying onto your skin, blood leaking out of the wounds he created just a moment ago, make up running down your tear stained cheeks, lips full and puffy from the assault from his cock on your throat. Your eyes are glazed with arousal and your hair a disarray from Jungkook pulling and tugging at the strands. You’re a mess..but only in the best way.

He walks behind you slowly as if you’re now the one being hunted and only makes your want for Jungkook grow. As he places a hand on your hips, you lean back to rest against his collarbone and turn your head towards his face. You inhale and take in the smell of Jungkook — the metallic smell of blood as well as the sweet jasmine and floral scent from your perfume he loves to spray on himself, mixing together and making you dizzy with desire for him.

Jungkook’s other hand trails upwards albeit slowly up your front. He makes sure to ghost his fingers against the flesh of your stomach, stopping at your kiss bitten tit and kneads the flesh in his large palms. His still hand on your hips squeezes at your waist tenderly and you pull your lower lip in between your teeth and clamp down softly to hold back the small moan that threatens to escape. 

Without moving your head, you manage to get a glimpse of Jungkook caressing your hands, the white gold of his rings glinting under the moonlight that seeps through the blinds of your shared bedroom. The soft skin of your mounds peeking through the spaces in between his fingers and at this you lose control of keeping your moans at bay.

“Love when you play with me, Kook, mm,” you mewl.

You hear a deep vibration from Jungkook’s chest as his light laugh fills the space around you, a quick kiss placed on the crown of your head. His hand leaves your tit as the other continues to play with your pussy, two fingers passing through your folds to find your clit. “Best toy I could ever ask for. Do me a favour love, and hold your pussy open for me.”

With that, he lifts his fingers up to his mouth and you replace his with your own, opening your lips in a V shape, the cold air making contact with your sensitive clit causing your body to shiver. Jungkook wraps his mouth around his digits, coating them in his spit before removing them and placing his hand in front of your mouth as you move to repeat the action. “Nu huh baby..spit.”

You do as you’re told and gather enough saliva in your mouth before spitting on his fingers, watching the concoction of both your bodily fluids mix together. A second chuckle is heard from behind you and Jungkook doesn’t waste another moment as his fingers make direct contact with your clit thanks to your fingers keeping yourself open and waiting for him.

Not being able to avoid the growing pleasure taking over your senses, your mouth hangs open, tongue licking at your lips out as your eyes screw shut. Jungkook makes sure to keep up his ruthless pace of pistoning into you, his tight grip on your thighs sure to leave marks.

Your legs wobble at the collision, a hand winding its way around Jungkook’s neck as you try to steady yourself. You find the long strands of his gel slicked back hair at the nape of his neck and pull with vigour, hearing a hiss from your boyfriend. His palm on your hips slides forward, trapping you behind the hard muscles of his chest and his forearm, the hand now holding the other hip managing to keep you upright as he continues to attack your clit with hard presses.

New arousal drips out of your hole like sweet nectar dripping from a flourished flower. Jungkook swipes a finger through the wetness and uses that as an extra lubricant to aid his movements against your clit, the wet squelching resounding around the bedroom.

After managing to find your balance, Jungkook lets your hip go in favour of pressing the palm under your chin, his fingers pressing into the side of your face, pushing your neck up in his direction, letting him instantly press his mouth against yours in a messy kiss.

Before you have the chance to seal your mouth in the kiss, Jungkook slips his tongue past the seam of your lips, tangling his muscle with your own, taking control instantaneously. It’s rough and sloppy, drawn out with strings of saliva creating a stickiness between the both of you as soon as your lips meet each other.

If your body had a beating heart, warmth or anything deemed human, you know that your body would be on fire as Jungkook indulges every part of your senses. However, your head is spinning and your skin tingles, enjoying everything Jungkook bestows upon you.

“Your scent,” Jungkook whispers against your mouth. He breaks the kiss and allows his nose to press against your cheek softly as he inhales. Your watch as his eyes flutter as his nose travels towards your jaw before pressing in between the juncture of your neck and shoulder and inhales, “is thick and sweet,” he presses a kiss to your shoulder, “so beautiful. I could never want anybody else.” You grin at his words.

You let out a yelp when you feel Jungkook pushing you down on the bed face down, hips high. “Open your fucking legs.” Jungkook grabs onto your thighs and pushes them apart, opening you up fully for his viewing pleasure and you can’t help but teasingly shake your ass for him. At the sight of your dripping cunt, Jungkook’s mouth waters and he lands a harsh slap against your left cheek, moaning at the way it jiggles on impact. His cock is hard, throbbing and begging to be stuffed inside your clenching cunt. 

Teasing you, Jungkook stands above you and grabs himself by the base of his cock. Your body twitches deliciously when you feel the blunt head of his cock slide in between the lips of your pussy. Jungkook begins a slow rock of his hips back and forth, coating himself in your wetness and groans as he watches himself become slick with your essence.

“You need my cock that bad, I better give it to you.” Jungkook laughs as he wraps his hand around his dick and pumps himself once, twice, thrice, glazing his length. In one swift movement, he pulls himself back until he lines his tip with your entrance, watching as your head falls forward as Jungkook slowly begins to press into you, filling you up deliciously. “Beg me to move.”

Jungkook leans over your back and grabs your wrists in each of his hands and pulls you upright against him. You feel the taut muscles of his torso press against your back as he steps further forward, inching his cock further into you than you thought possible. A knuckle brushes across your cheek before his ringed fingers grips your jaw firm and twists your head to the side to look at him.

For a split second, you're dazed, the lust taking over you as he manhandles you so easily. Sex with Jungkook is better than anything you could have predicted, both as a human or creature of the night — being able to call him your own causes butterflies to flutter in your stomach. Leaning back so he can watch, Jungkook lets himself sink into your soft, wet heat. His girth slowly disappears between your swollen, battered lips, his mind short circuiting at the feeling of his cock finally being sheathed inside you.

You’re brought back down to earth as Jungkook tightens the grip on your cheek, pulling himself out of your cunt at the slowest pace so you feel every ridge of his cock drag against your walls punishingly.

“Use your words. I said-,” he thrusts back in, “beg,” he pulls out again and fucks back into you harder, “me,” and again, “for,” again, “it,” one he leaves and slams back into you one last time.

You let out a whined out “yes” in response and it seems like it was enough for Jungkook.

“You always want me this bad, don’t you,” Jungkook scoffs, lust lacing his words. You don’t answer, the feeling of being filled up by Jungkook causes all words to die on your tongue, replacing it with incoherent murmurs. “Too fucked out already at just the thought of me.”

Shifting his weight, Jungkook removes himself from your pussy and then thrusts back into you — harder and much deeper than the first time, passing through the tightness of your walls. He looks between both of your bodies and watches as your pussy wraps around him snuggly.

Jungkook slams his cock into you repeatedly bottoming out every single time he breaches your pussy, feeling your walls clenching against his length, practically sucking him in. The stretch he is providing is enough to kill for, making this life with him by your side worth it.

“Shit, I-, fuck you so often and you’re always still this tight,” Jungkook moans through gritted teeth, the fingers keeping your jaw set in place squeezes your cheeks and causes your lips to pout stupidly.

“Y-yes, I want you, I need you baby.” A shiver runs through you, your hand reaching up and wraps around Jungkook’s thick bicep.

“You feel incredible,” Jungkook coos, voice airy as he loses himself to the lust. You moan out and Jungkook is quick to swallow the moans as he leans down to kiss you. “So wet, dripping down my cock, such a good girl for me.”

He is ruthless. So fucking rough with you. The power in his movements against you leaves you sex drunk and it’s everything you could ever need, ever want from him. The feeling of his cock slamming deep inside of you repeatedly, over and over causes your head to fall back back against his chest, mouth open as you become a blithering, incoherent mess in his hands.

His pace is inhumane, your body cold to the touch but he can’t seem to get enough of the warmth your pussy provides him when he sinks back in. Jungkook’s hand falls down to your neck and immediately seals his grip across your skin. There is no need to keep an eye on your breathing, allowing him to apply as much pressure as he likes.

“You always fuck me so well, baby,” you choke the words out, the vibrations in your throat tickling against Jungkook’s palm. 

You still feel lightheaded, not from the lack of air but from the desire, the itch to have more of Jungkook even as he already fully consumes every single part of your mind, body and soul. The black spots you see as your eyelids flutter just make the experience so much more intense.

Jungkook looks down at you from above and a sinister laugh falls from his lips. He looks down at your face as he eases himself in and out mercilessly and hums out. “I can’t hear you over how pathetic noises you’re making.” Your cunt clenches once more at his words, and the feeling of your orgasm finally begins chasing you. You open your eyes and are met with his own instantly. The sight of dark lustful crimson red and the remaining flecks of amber from his usual form glimpses through — and you think to yourself in your blissful state he really is the most stunning person you have ever laid your eyes on.

“I’m gonna c-come,” you hiccup, feeling the coil in your stomach coil tightening.

Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow in concentration, your words causing his cock to twitch inside of you as it seems like he is starting to chase his own high along with you. 

“Look at me when I fuck you,” he tells you. “Look at me when you come.”

Mouth wide, eyes struggling to stay open, you nod for him and Jungkook’s hand moves from your jaw and nestles behind your neck and finds the nape of your neck, pulling your head back from the little strands of hair. Jungkook pulls you closer to his chest, dancing little kisses over your shoulder, his lips soft against your flesh as his fangs graze over the kisses, soft enough to sink into you but hard enough for it to cause your body to erupt in goosebumps.

“Are you gonna let me cum inside you kitten?”

“Y-yes Jungkook, please come inside me!”

Jungkook gives you a thrust hard enough to feel the tip of his cock kiss your cervix, your toes curling as his pace never falters but instead quickens and you cry out in pain. “You’re such a cock dumb bloodwhore, oh-shit, wouldn’t have you any other way.” The angles are pristine, perfect, on point and you both know that you aren’t going to last much longer. 

His lips are quick and meet yours in a fierce kiss, heavy and full of thirst. He slips his tongue right past your mouth and sucks on your tongue, exploring every crevice of your cavern, just for him as he keeps rocking his cock into your body. The kiss grows more desirous as the sounds of your lips locking together, the slapping of skin on skin, moans and groans from the both of you fill the room.

The pleasure that has built up over the actions of the evening has finally caught up with Jungkook as it becomes almost too much to handle. Nobody, nothing, no amount of feeding, no amount of blood, absolutely nothing has made him the way he feels for you quite like you have. Something akin to love for you washes over him in this moment and it’s been decades…centuries, that he has felt as warm as he does right now. Even in his human life, he’s never felt so strongly for someone else like he does for you and he chases that warmth for you, faster and faster until he stills.

Jungkook’s balls tightens, his thirst for you intensifies, forming a pit in his stomach and his heart sends a chill right up his spine. Earth shatters beneath him and he’s throwing his head back in euphoria as his cock twitches one last time and spills into you. Ropes and ropes of warm cum release into your pussy and your automatic reaction is to grab at the hand he has on your hips and lace your fingers with his, squeezing them as to tell him silently that you love him back.

Jungkook tilts backwards onto his knees and watches as you push a load of milky white cum from your cunt, watching as  it drips out of your pussy and lands on the crown of his cock, coating him in his own climax. Jungkook has never seen anything more sinful from you. Overlooking the sensitivity of his body, he takes his cock back in his hand and spreads his cum along his length and lines himself with you once more.

You're on all fours as the stretch of your pussy is felt when Jungkook sinks back inside of you once more. You both moan at the same time and Jungkook draws back and slams back against you and you hear a hiss from behind his teeth.

Shallow thrusts slowly dissolve and Jungkook is once again allowing the pleasure and desire to sear back into his bones — shorter, more power filled assaults of his cock returns and you’re sure that by the tomorrow that you’ll be struggling to keep yourself up right. 

Growing bolder in his renewed movements, Jungkook grabs each of your ankles and spreads your legs wider, opening you up further for his viewing pleasure. The sight of his cum from his previous orgasm being pushed from your seeping lips, as well as your own slick which aided his movements.

“Wan’ you to touch yourself.”

You reach down between your legs and dip your fingers past your wet lips, gathering enough cum on your digits and then pressing them onto your pussy. You whimper at the contact, the tightening of your stomach muscles a tell tale sign that you’re nearing your own release.

Jungkook fucks into your harder, his cock coming into contact with your fingers every so often as he slams into you deeper. “Just like that you filthy whore,” he throws his sweat slicked head backwards. His own hand grabs you by the neck once more and brings you up to him once more, turning your neck and aims for kissing your lips but missing in his haste and ends up catching the corner of your mouth.

“Bite me, Jungkook.” You force the words off your tongue as Jungkook’s powerful thrusts pick up.

Wasting no time, Jungkook sinks his fangs into the column of your throat, tearing your skin and pulling it open with his teeth the second he gets a taste of your blood. A hand finds your tits and squeezes one and then the other as he continues to suck the sweet elixir straight from your jugular.

You turn your head enough to puncture your own fangs into the juncture of Jungkook’s throat, next to his shoulder and drink straight from the wound. You’re able to get the faint taste of yourself from through Jungkook’s skin and it only makes you suck harder as he fucks you deeper.

Blood sharing between maker and those they have created isn’t common at all. It’s taboo within the species but fuck, if the maker can create a newborn that also indulges, it creates bonds that become inferior. Indestructible even. It builds relationships, becomes personal to each vampire that participated and holds them to each other forevermore.

You both spend time drinking from each other, both of you feeling your arousal heightening as you open your eyes and take in the sight of your boyfriend. The scent of endorphins and the smell of sex is thick around you, sweet and overwhelming in the best way.

Jungkook removes himself from you and you watch as your blood drips from both corners of his mouth and falls down against your shoulder. Rivulets run down his chains and he runs a hand through it, coating his rings in the honeyed juice.

“Look at me and make yourself cream all over my fucking cock,” he mouths against your lips and then resumes himself, feeling the tip of his cock kiss at your cervix.

Your body is like a live wire, completely alive with every touch Jungkook places against you. You force your eyes to look into Jungkook’s garnet ones as your fingers work harder against your own oversensitivity to bring you to your own orgasm. 

“C-coming baby—shit, oh my Go-.” Your mouth falls open and your eyes roll into the back of your head as you finally feel the coil in your stomach snapping, and again, you’re squirting all over the pair of you.

The rivulets runs out of you harder than the last time, coating your thighs, your hands and Jungkook’s length as he fucks you through it entirely as his own movements grow frantic yet stuttered as he races towards his own second orgasm.

His palm on your throat squeezes as he finally comes, his legs twitching and hips never relenting as they thrust into your wet cunt until he’s sure he’s milked himself dry inside of you.

Cupping himself in his hands, Jungkook moves back to draw his cock out, only keeping his cockhead inside. He wraps his fist around his cock once more as he jerks the length to full completion, slowly, feeling your pussy clench and push the remaining length of him out. 

It’s no surprise that you fall onto your side as you grow limp, body falling next to the dead female that you both fed from earlier in the night. Jungkook is not too far off from you as he collapses in a heap next to you and you both laugh at each other.

“I think we might need to clean up,” you say, voice broken from your blood curdling pleasure.

“I think we need to do this more often,” Jungkook says, his own tone not that much different to your own.

You turn towards each other, blood and cum smeared all over your bodies, blood residue all over the floor, walls, furniture and linens and then your eyes land on the dead couple on the floor.

“What do we do with them?” You ask.

Jungkook shrugs his shoulders and pushes the hair on his forehead back as he basks in his post-sex euphoriaism, slotting his mouth over the bitten mark in your neck and letting his tongue soothe over the area, kissing around the masticated wound.

Using the speed of your supernatural abilities to your advantage, you flip Jungkook onto the bed and straddle his waist, kissing his stomach and letting your spit glaze over his abdominal muscles.

“Leave them for dessert later.”

[buckys-little-belle]

little rae here 💌 if it okay can i talk to u & vent a lil?

feelin small, got a bit triggered by parents arguing. loud noises wit no sleep & my brain is feeling staticy nd fuzzy, rlly hard to think rn if that makes sense? wish i had stevie & eds wit me :( took a shower tho & now im gon cuddle wit my stuffed duck mr waddles & read some of ur stuff. thank u for makin me feel safe, love u belle i sendin hugs

Duckie

Steddie x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used)

Warnings -

Notes - Sometimes my brain feels all fuzzy so I definitely understand how you feel. Though I can’t actually send Steve and Eddie your way, in a literal sense, I can write them, so this is for you bub <3

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW.

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“Duckie?” Steve questioned, holding up two boxes, one filled with regular waffles, the other blueberry. Y/n’s head snapped towards him, their mind far away as he spoke. “Which ones do you want?” Steve asked, the question now being asked for the third time, though Y/n seemed to be listening at least a bit this time.

“I dunno.” They mumbled, a sigh punctuating their words. “I can’ fink.” They confessed, their eyes filled ever so slightly with tears, guilt building in their chest at their inability to give an answer.

“That’s okay Duckie.” Steve smiled knowingly, he knew Y/n sometimes got ‘far out’, as Eddie would say, their thoughts slower and mind distant. Instead of asking the question again he placed one of each waffle into the toaster.

- - - - - -

Steve hand’t told Eddie about Y/n’s mindset, just sending them to him after breakfast to wake him up and get dressed. “What do you want to wear?” Eddie asked Y/n, rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he strode over to the dresser, opening the drawer filled with Y/n’s clothes. “A big shirt? Sleeves? No sleeves?” He began rattling off the options.

“I don’ know Ed’s.” Y/n frowned, sitting on the end of the bed, their hands in their lap as their head hung low, the carpet the centre of their attention.

“Well what colour do you want?” He asked instead, thinking that might be an easier question to ponder.

Instead of yell out their favourite colour like usual Y/n let out a sob. “I don’ wanna pick Ed’s.” The cried, tears falling from their cheeks, dripping onto the floor.

“What’s going on?” Steve asked, entering the room, a coffee in hand as he assessed the situation.

“‘m head feels fuzzy, I don’ know what shirt I wanna wear Stevie, I don’ know what waffles I wanna have, I jus’ don’ know!” They cried.

“Hey, hey.” Eddie cooed, kneeling down in front of Y/n, his head blocking their view of the boring carpet, Steve sitting down beside Y/n, his hand soothingly on their back, his mug long disregarded. “That’s okay, you don’t have to decide anything okay.” Eddie smiled, rubbing up and down their arm.

“We don‘ t have any plans today Duckie, we can stay in our Pjs and watch some movies, nice and simple, okay?” Steve offered, knowing how hard it can be for Y/n when in this headspace, their mind distant and the day confusing. “Come on, let’s brunch your teeth, and find Mr. Waddles, hm?” Steve stood up, grabbing his mug and gesturing to the bathroom.

“I’ll set the couch up for us.” Eddie smiled, leaping in action, gathering pillows and blankets for the group, the couch soon a miss mash of fuzzy blankets and comfy pillows.

- - - - - -

The day went by quickly, the three of hem sprawled out over the living room, more and more stuffies being added in after every movie, Eddie wanting Y/n to be as comfy as possible. “Here.” Eddie whispered, passing Y/n their sippy cup, and Steve a new mug filled with coffee. “It’s fruit punch.” He warned, making sure they knew what was in it, not wanting them to be surprised.

“Tanks.” Y/n murmured, gripping their stuffie closer, and snuggling back into Steve, Eddie picking up their legs to lay in his lap, blankets quickly thrown over them all to keep warm.

Sure the days plans had changed, but Y/n needed their boys, and their boys were happy to comply, willing to make the hard decisions for the day in exchange for some warm cuddles and happy laughs.

[tettatonin]

TOKYO'S MOST WANTED ︰ sanzu

⠀⠀⠀⠀— as bonten's lawyer, you're tasked with bailing the members out of whatever situation they find themselves in. its rare for them to mess up and call for you but sometimes sanzu just misses you ♡

cws: 18+ NSFW MDNI. fem!reader. secret but established relationship. some plot?? idk. creampie. biting (like once). 1k words.

notes: a lil sanzu thing to clear my head now that i finally have my deadlines out of the way. honestly wanna redo this and add more but next time

"God, Sano's gonna be up my ass for this." you huff, checking the time on your watch.

You and Sanzu were already way past schedule from the unexpected show of newly found evidence and to add to it, time only seemed to move faster as you walked down the halls of the courthouse.

The place wasn't unfamiliar and neither was the mob of people clamoring and cursing behind you, paying more attention to you than Sanzu, who'd been silent throughout the whole trial, save for the eventual smirk in your direction.

"Calm down, better than me being arrested." he retorts, momentarily tugging your arm to make a sharp turn to the main lobby.

You stumble a bit, rolling your eyes at him when you catch him glaring at you.

It wasn't your first time tying up Bonten's loose ends, having done this time and time again when that unregistered number called your spare phone just before the headline made it to the news. They were fun at first, a challenge for you and your wits, but every time you finish up one of their cases, you silently prayed it would be your last.

Working for Bonten had its ups, like money for one. Sano compensated you well to have you sit around and debate. And the other would be hand cuffed to the table in the police station's interrogation room, his pink hair flowing past his shoulders as the corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled at you. It was unfaltering, even as you pretended like you never knew him.

But the only got tougher as it went along, the gang's trails getting messier and harder to hide. You could practically feel your hair graying every time you'd be briefed on whatever they'd done now. But nonetheless, in the world of dirty lawyers, and by contract, you were Bonten's.

"Don't say anything once we're outside. You're on thin ice, Sanzu." you say, nearing the two big, wooden doors that only lead to an even worse crowd waiting outside.

He only chuckles at your remark. "Smile for the camera then, angel." he says lowly, adjusting his tie just before the doors split open.

An even bigger crowd awaits outside with reporters and flashing cameras ready document your every move until you reach the car. You relaxed, looking straight ahead as you exited the building. Tuning out the cries and shouts of protesters and reporters alike, blinking to adjust your vision when a camera flash was too close and too bright until they all drowned out with the close of the car door.

You slump back into your seat, exhaling a breath you felt like you were holding as you held your face in your hands with exhaustion written all over your face. His hand rubbed circles onto your back before pulling you to lean your weight onto him, whispering sweet nothings as he glared at the crowd through the heavily tinted windows.

He gives a quick nod to the driver, the car now locked onto a route to the penthouse you'd spent one too many lonely nights in. But even as he came home later that night, it still felt the same. The only difference being his discarded mauve-colored clothing strewn about the hallway to your study and most of your own scattered around your desk.

His hips rut into you desperately, the remaining items on your desk on the verge of joining the others on the floor with every push and pull. Your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs around his waist, loosely clinging to him while your head dips back to make room for his lips to harshly suck hickeys to your neck.

"Haru, not so hard." you wince as his teeth sink into your skin, his hand pulling the fabric of your shirt off your shoulder and get rid of your last item of clothing.

He chuckles lowly, "Sorry, doll." He kisses your lips like an apology. "Jus' missed you so much, been too long without you."

"A month—" you let out a gasp when he adjusts his angle, hitting a deeper spot. "A month's not too long, I was doing something important."

"Nothin's more important than Bonten, right?" he teases.

It fills his ego knowing wherever you are you're always at the gang's beck and call, coming through the interrogation room doors in that black and white pantsuit with a stern look on your face and a briefcase in your hand.

You'd greet Sanzu like you didn't know him, but he just smiled at you so lovingly. His inching closer to hide his lower body under the table when he feels his pants tighten after noticing your slacks didn't match your jacket, because the memory would suddenly strike him, how the last time you saw him he'd torn the matching piece at the seam in a fit of frustration.

He loved you, he really did. He always said you belonged to Bonten but truly, you were his. The thought of what you both did behind closed doors, the people watching behind the two-way glass knowing nothing about it. It excited him, especially how exciting it really would be to show everyone what you, a poised and intelligent woman, do with one of Tokyo's most wanted.

"Nothin' more important than me, right, angel?" he rephrases when you don't answer.

Your thoughts felt cloudy, a tired nod serving as your reply while the band in your stomach tightens to its limit. "Haru, cumming—"

A stuttered moan leaves him as you tighten around him. "Fuck— yeah, I feel it, baby." His hands plant themselves on the flat surface of the table to keep him grounded. Resting his forehead on your shoulder, he moves faster.

Your heels dig into his lower back, bringing him in closer and shallowing the thrusts that hit your sweet spot. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream, your high washing over you while Sanzu chases his and helps you ride yours out.

He moans at how your walls convulse around him, his motions turning sloppy until he couldn't take it. Chants of your name flowing out when he reached his peak, spurt after hot spurt of cum painting your walls white. His head lifts off your shoulder, kissing you as he slowly rides out his high.

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[soobrat]

phases ~ bc

{cw: he's a lil mean}

Every day you spend with your boyfriend, you discovered something new, another reason for your heart to skip a beat. Despite the mundanity of sitting in the passenger’s seat of his car while he sang to his favorite song, you still found a reason to swoon. His eyes were focused on the road before him as he swayed back and forth slightly. His plump lips formed each lyric as he serenely sang along.

He pauses for a moment and you wonder what he’s thinking about. What could’ve possibly made him make such a captivating expression? You could sink hours into just watching him.

“I can feel you staring.” The corner of his mouth curls into a grin and it’s like something clicks. Your expression drops. Chan glances over at you, suddenly filled with worry.

“Is something wrong?”

You try to open your mouth to speak but you freeze, still transfixed. The thought hit you like a ton of bricks. What would you do if you could no longer see his crooked grin? If you couldn’t breathe his scent during a tight hug? What if one day you woke up, knowing you’d never hear him sing you to sleep again?

The tears were hot as they formed behind your eyelids. The moment they welled up they were spilling down your cheeks.

You look down at your buzzing phone.

Lee Yongbok lit up your screen as it danced across your lap. You watch for a moment, knowing you haven't talked to any of them since that night.

You sigh, answering the phone.

“___? Hey. Um,” Felix pauses to sigh frustratedly, “I don’t know how to ask this-” The sound of a struggle fills your ears before a more assertive voice speaks.

“You need to come over here. He’s been biting everyone’s head off for weeks and now he’s barely eating. I can tell he’s been crying.” Minho barks. You grit your teeth. Why is this your responsibility? This wasn’t your fault.

You don’t tell them this. Instead, you sigh again. You were already in your car, sitting in the driver’s seat like you did every time you thought about him, which was every night. Slowly building up the courage to start your car and act on what you desired deep down.

“I’m on my way.”

“You’re just… you’re really my type.” Chan finally found the courage to say. Your eyes immediately light up. “Ever since I first saw you, it was like the girl of my dreams came to life.”

You couldn’t even process the compliment. How could you? No one had ever said anything so flattering to you in their life.

“Oh my god… I don’t even know what to say!” You shake your head, continuing to search for the words. How could a simple thank you ever suffice?

“Well, I’m hoping I’m at least close to your type…” Chan trails off before laughing nervously.

“Oh, of course. I’ve always thought you were so handsome.” You smile, cheeks rising in temperature. His cheeks heat up as well, not expecting you to say that.

“T-thank you!”

“It’s nothing!” You pause as someone walks past the two of you down the backstage hallway. Both of your eyes follow them until fully pass before continuing. “Especially compared to calling someone their dream partner come to life.”

“Now that I’m hearing it again I’m realizing how corny it was.”

You giggle like a schoolgirl at his embarrassed reaction. “Nonsense.”

“Fucking hell.” Chan muttered under his breath. This wasn’t one of those passive-aggressive fights, the only ones you’ve ever had with him. You could feel this was bigger. It formed a big lump in your throat. The air was tense and it made you debilitatingly anxious.

“I told you multiple times to just ignore him. I told you.” He slams his fist against the steering wheel and you flinch. You peer over at him cautiously, feeling your stomach twist when you see the vein in his jaw pulse.

“Does it fucking pain you to listen to me?!” He shouts and you shrink. “Now Changbin has a goddamn black eye because of your carelessness.”

As if it wasn’t embarrassing enough that hundreds of guests in a formal setting witnessed the altercation, and witnessed Chan dragging you away to his car; now you had Chan rubbing salt in the wound. You hated every second of this. You wanted to shrink until you disappeared completely. Did he even care how he was making you feel? The car went silent for a while. You could sense Chan was still seething, judging by how hard he gripped the steering wheel.

You thought that maybe he had dropped it. Maybe he was already feeling apologetic. The moment you heard him chuckle you knew that wasn’t the case.

“Now I have to deal with all this." He clenches his jaw before looking over at you.

"Are you happy now?”

You didn’t look at any of the boys as you walked through the door and removed your shoes. The air was tense, but it was nothing compared to what you were about to face. Suddenly you regretted ignoring all his calls and texts. That decision was going to make this experience all the more difficult.

As you approach the door, you stop, hand hovering over the doorknob. Behind the door you could hear faint sniffling. Your heart sank. Chan had shared many emotions with you, but you had never seen him cry.

Did you do this?

You slowly twist open the doorknob and push it open. Your boyfriend was sat on his bed, face cradled in his hands as he trembled. When the door clicks behind you he lifts his head up.

He hesitates for only a moment before standing from the bed and racing toward you. The last thing you expect was for him to crouch lower and wrap himself around your waist.

“I’m so sorry.” He sobs. Your heart shatters into a million pieces. You reciprocate his tears, rubbing his head. He apologizes profusely, the word sometimes getting muddled by his hiccups.

“I hate myself for what I did. I never wanna lose you.” He cries quietly as he pushes his face into your shirt. You wordlessly nod.

“It’s okay”

“Woah, woah, woah.” Chan immediately pulls the car over into a nearby parking lot. As soon as he parks the car he’s leaning over to you. You wipe your tears, sniffling. “What’s wrong baby?”

You hiccup as you try to answer. Everyone always says you’ll know. It confused you, and you were nervous they were wrong. But as this overwhelming feeling washed over you, you knew. It was heavy, like something was tugging on your heart and weighing it down. It hurt just as much— if not, more— than your mom said it would.

The answer to all those questions? You didn’t know. You had no clue what you would do if you no longer had Chan, and that scared you a bit.

“Baby…” He reaches out to you and rubs your arm. You look over at him as more tears flood down your cheeks.

“I love you, Chan.”

-

so far this "crumbs" series has just been me making the most depressing shit and forcing other people to experience it

[sinfulcries]

hi sir! i really enjoy your works so could i request atsumu's senpai catching him jacking off while moaning reader's name in the locker room and reader takes his virginity on the spot?

maneater — atsumu x male reader

author's notes. UHM I AM SO SORRY THIS IS REALLY LONG I GOT REALLY INTO IT HAHAHA. this was also beta read by my lodicakes @bunbyy <3 thank you so much NJKNDKJA

tw. senpai kink, public sex, exhibitionism, mating press, caught masturbation, university au, virginity loss, peer pressure, belly bulge, size difference, unprotected sex, barebacking, facefucking, facial, sleazy senpai reader

Miya Atsumu, by all means, was never interested in dating or the concept of love and crushes and infatuation. All of those seemed vaguely unfamiliar to the boy who only had volleyball on his victory-hungry mind. When it came to a certain male on his team however, he would instantly lose his composure. His knees would feel like jelly whenever their fingers would brush against each others accidentally and his face would heat up like wildfire when the flirty, tall senior would attempt to flirt with him.

A crush, Miya supposed. These feelings would go away sooner or later but Osamu and his teammates who clearly caught onto Atsumu’s strange behavior, begged to differ.

More often than intended, you two would have the thickest and most uncomfortable sexual tension. And one of those instances was right now.

After one of your practice matches, you had peeled your shirt off to reveal your seemingly perfect body. Atsumu revelled in the way your skin glistened under the sheer layer of sweat coating your big arms and your toned abdomen, or the way the fabric of your shorts hung low and exposed more than what meets the eye, leaving Atsumu to imagine the rest of what laid beneath. The blonde made sure to take his sweet time memorizing every crevice of your toned stomach, failing to notice the teasing smirk plastered on your face.

Interrupting the male’s not so discreet sightseeing, you chuckled. “Enjoying the view, Tsumu?” You teased, making the said male blush embarrassedly. “N-No! Shut yer trap, Senpai!” He sneered only to receive a grin from you in reply. “You know, You’re really cute when you’re flustered, dollface.”

God, the things you did to him were dangerous and the cute pet name went straight to his cock, making it noticeably twitch against his thigh. The shorter man merely ignored your statement with a blush on his face, giving you an embarrassed wave before walking towards the locker room, “I'm gonna take a shower.”

By showering, Atsumu meant releasing his sexual frustration by jacking off to the thought of you fucking him. The wing spiker shut his eyes in pleasure as he flicked his wrist around his length shamelessly, lips parted ever so slightly as he moaned your name.

The thought of you manhandling him, having him pressed up against your chest as you fucked him raw made Atsumu shut his eyes tightly. His pace only increased as he fisted his cock much faster, imagining that it was your bigger hand instead. This was definitely more than a crush-- Miya just came to the thought of his teammate for fuck’s sake! Thank God you weren’t there to witness the sinful and humiliating act that he had just committed.

By the time he came, shooting thick ribbons of white cum onto the tile walls, he rinsed the rest of his body clean before reaching out of the stall to grab his towel. Before he could even grasp the cloth, another person snatched it before he could, making him groan frustratedly.

“‘Samu, I swear if this is you, I’ll cut yer ba—”

When Atsumu opened the shower curtain however, the culprit was not his twin brother but instead, you stood in front of him with an amused look on your face. Your teasing expression only making the shorter man gulp nervously.

Avoiding your coy gaze, you taunted, “You’re a bad boy, Atsumu.” while moving to pin the blonde against the tile walls. Atsumu let out a soft squeak, feeling your calloused fingertips rubbing teasingly against the rim of his ass.

“Touching yourself to the thought of me.” You growled, leaning in to lap at the expanse of his neck, your teeth slowly dragging against his skin leaving bite marks on the clean flesh.

The blonde let out a breathy moan, as he tried to explain himself, however his mind was clouded with nothing but lust and disbelief. “I’ll give you the real thing instead. How does that sound?” You whispered, making the blonde shake his head. “I-I don’t want to..”

As much as he desperately wanted to feel your cock messing up his insides, he was embarrassingly enough, a virgin. And to have his virginity taken in some dirty locker room had him thinking more rationally, holding himself back from succumbing into his desires.

“Why not? Are you a virgin?” You teased, making Atsumu pipe up with humiliation. “Am not!” He protested.

Not believing the blonde, your hand inched towards his ass, prodding at his entrance with one finger. The male immediately jolted forward into your chest, squeaking as you pushed the digit in. “F-feels weird…” Atsumu murmured.

Ah, a virgin. How adorable.

The best people to fuck, in your not so humble opinion, were virgins. They were quite similar to new toys— they’d have your cock inside of their cunts, getting a good feel of how big you are before they’re reduced to a sobbing mess, feeling your cock molding them into your shape.

“C’mon now, ‘Tsumu, don’t be such a buzzkill for yer senpai.” You mused, giving his ass a harsh slap. “I’ll take good care of you. I’ll be gentle.” Your words weren’t the most convincing especially paired with the predatory gaze in your eyes. Nonetheless, Atsumu complied hesitantly, deciding to trust you instead, “Ugh fine. Ya better be gentle or I’m backing out.”

‘You’d be too addicted to even think about backing out’ You thought to yourself, grinning as you pulled the blonde out of the shower, urging him to lay down on one of the benches before pulling your shorts off along with your boxers.

By no means were you remotely close to small. Atsumu shamelessly drooling at the sight of your thick cock leaking beads of precum in your hand. Miya could only gulp as you pressed the smooth head of your cock against his bottom lip, letting the fat head part his lips open. “W-Wait you won’t go too deep right?” Atsumu mumbled worriedly.

“Just trust me.” You responded, guiding the rest of your cock inside of his mouth slowly. And without a single warning, you grabbed the boy by the back of his head, pulling him in closer as he choked helplessly on your cock. “You can take it right Tsum? Senpai knows you can.” The condescending grin that wormed its way onto your lips made Atsumu moan against your cock, your hips now moving to fuck the wing spiker’s warm throat.

You could vaguely hear the sound of him choking and gurgling around your thick length, the younger man’s jaw now going slack with how long you’ve been mercilessly thrusting into his mouth. “Shh, Samu might walk in at any minute. How would he react to seeing his cute lil twin getting facefucked by his sleazy senior?” You whispered tauntingly, Miya only “mmf!”-ing in reply.

With your thrusts slowly becoming sloppy as you felt your high approaching, you took your cock of the blonde’s mouth before spilling your load on his pretty face, relishing in the way your cum dripped over the boy’s cute features. “S-Senpai…” The boy panted, shakily taking your cock in his small hand “Want more…”

Your prediction was proven to be correct. Miya Atsumu was already addicted to your cock and you haven’t even taken his virginity yet! What a charming lil whore, so easy for you to break and corrupt!

Smiling at the blonde, your fingers were now pushed against the puffy rim of his ass, the dampness from his recent shower making it much easier to prep his hole for your cock. Atsumu let out a soft gasp as you started to curl and twist your fingers inside of him, his body writhing cutely against the bench he was laying on. “Mm so tight, I can’t wait to fill this cute cunt up.”

Miya blushed at your words, the venom in your voice making him flush red with how needy he was for you. Jolting upwards, he could feel your fingers brushing against his prostate, a flurry of high pitched moans ripping past his throat as you continued to fingerfuck the poor boy. “Ssssso good~!” Squealing girlishly, Atsumu’s cock trembled before he came on his stomach.

“Fuck, you look so hot” You rasped out, admiring the way his chest heaved up and down, his oversensitive cock now twitching against his stomach. As much as you wanted to spend your time admiring the view, your patience was wearing thin, and you could barely keep yourself from climbing on top of his quivering figure, aligning the head of your cock against his puckered rim before pushing every inch inside of him. The pain was absolutely unbearable-- the thought of pushing you off of him was the only thing occupying his mind as he blinked back the fat tears forming in his eyes.

As expected, his ass felt so good wrapped around your cock. Nothing beats the feel of a freshly entered, young virgin, especially since he looked so pretty folded down on the bench with your cock filling his ass.

“It hurts! Too big--!” Atsumu whimpered, finally letting the tears he had been holding back stream down his pretty little face. You only grasped both of his legs in response, folding him with ease so that his ass was raised to take in more of your cock. With you, balls deep inside of him-- It was safe to say that Atsumu was slowly breaking. It was obvious with how his tongue was stuck out, eyes crossed lewdly as the tears, cum and drool on his face mixed messily together. The satisfaction of burying every inch of your cock inside of his ass only brought a wicked smile on to your face and it didn’t take long for you to start fucking him and breeding him against the dirty bench, each euphoric thrust sending atsumu overdrive as he breathlessly panted for more. His whimpers sent you into a frenzy, your hips pistolling deeper to abuse his prostate-- and the blonde could only scream for dear life as you pounded into his guts mercilessly.

Rich, deep moans spilled from your lips only aiding Atsumu into orgasming much faster. And Your brash, rapid thrusts made ‘Tsumu moan out in pure bliss, keeping himself balanced as he held onto your sturdy arms. “Such a fucking cockslut for a virgin.” You groaned, Driving your cock deeper inside of him so that you could marvel at the little bump bulging out of his toned stomach.

“Look at that, you can even see my cock in yer little tummy.” Teasing him never got old, especially with the cute whine that came out of his mouth. “If only the team was able to see just how much of a virgin whore you really are.”

That alone was enough to make Atsumu cum once more, and with one more drive of your hips against his colon, you watched as his body spasmed against your cock, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he cried out your name.

Although you did have a bad habit of tossing virgins away once you were done using them up, you were certain that you’d keep Miya Atsumu for a while. After all, he was quite fun to play with.

[creweemmaeec11]

Hi! Could you please write on this prompt if you're comfortable with it? It would mean a lot! No pressure!!

(Too pure for this world and a lil naive) Hero, who does something really selfless for the (Big Bad) Villian. And villian who never really experienced people being nice to them, then vows to protect their lil' cinnamon roll hero forever. Then once they witness supervillain, or another villian taking advantage of hero's kindness into something bad, rushes to stop them, but too late, the damage has already happened. Now it's up to the villian to nurse them thru their worsening mental health, (OBV. THRU LOADS OF KISSES AND CUDDLES AND LIL PRAISES;) and get their sunshine of a hero back!!

I hope you don't mind? Sorry if it's wayy too specific 😅 had this idea for a really long time but couldn't think further...

A Story of Starfish

The hero flinched, sucking in a sharp breath at the pain.

"I know, I know," the villain soothed from behind, continuing to clean the hero's wound as gently as they could, "I'm almost done, you're doing great,"

"Don't patronize me," the hero hissed through gritted teeth.

"I'm not," the villain replied earnestly finishing the last stitch, "I mean it. Not many people would be able to stay this still,"

The hero didn't reply, instead tightening their grip on the edge of the tabletop, hanging their head.

A few minutes later, the villain finished dressing the other's wounds.

They rounded the table just in time to see a silent tear fall from the hero's eye.

It broke the villain's stone-cold heart. Made in feel heavy and empty inside. Before the hero, it was a sensation they didn't think possible for them to feel.

But now...?

They stepped forward, slowly raising a hand to either side of the hero's head, gently twining their fingers into the other's hair as they guided the other forward to rest their forehead against the villain's chest.

"Shhhh" the criminal whispered softly into the crown of the other's head, voice muffled by the hero's hair. Gently, the villain's fingers began drawing perfect light circles against the hero's scalp, "you're okay, I've got you,"

The hero shivered, leaning into the touch.

They still hadn't spoken about whatever had happened with supervillain. The villain wasn't sure they wanted to know what had left the city's hero in this state.

The problem, was that aside from a couple nasty scratches and other injuries, the hero wasn't all that terribly hurt. At least not as much as one would imagine when dealing with a supervillain.

So what was it they'd said to the hero to leave them like this?

They were also jumping at practically anything, as if scared of their own shadow. The worst part was noticing how frustrated the *hero* seemed to be over that particular development, as if admitting they were afraid only made them angrier at themselves.

Part of the villain hated themselves for not getting there sooner, before it had even happened.

A few minutes of unmoving silence passed, the only noise being the soft comforts whispered or the smallest sniffle.

That's when the villain realized the hero was starting to lean more and more heavily against them.

"You should try and get some sleep,"

The response came in the barely discernable shake of the hero's head.

"Hero you're hurt, you need-"

"Don't want to be alone," the hero grumbled under their breath.

The villain hummed.

"Would it help if I laid down next to you?"

The hero pulled back at that, sitting up again, surprised at the casualness of the offer.

"You'd do that?" they asked quietly, the hint of hope in their voice obvious.

"For you," the villain replied honestly, trying for something like a soft smile. Reaching up, they used their thumb to wipe away the remaining tears on the other's face.

They spoke like it was that simple, but- perhaps that's what made it feel that simple.

A slight pink dusted the hero's cheeks and they nodded, "o-okay,"

Sleep did sound amazing. Safe sleep sounded even better.

The villain didn't say anything, extending their hand out. The hero realized what they were offering, and it only made them blush more. It was stupid, they shouldn't need such a stupid thing to feel better- and yet...

They reciprocated, taking and holding the villain's hand as they lead the hero through a few different corridors of their facility. The pair got into a coded elevator, which opened to...

"Is this your room?" the hero asked, a mix of surprise and almost wonder.

"I thought you'd feel safer behind the coded doors, and my room is much nicer than our guest rooms but if you're uncomfortable-"

"No, no," the hero cut them off, offering a smile, "I wanted to say I liked it,"

The villain smiled faintly.

*They were still holding the villain's hand*

Shyly, the hero let go, wringing their own hands together nervously. The villain had to bite back a laugh.

The next few minutes were spent getting the hero into some clean, fresh pyjamas, which, to ensure they didn't rip any of their stitches, required a little bit of extra help. Much to the hero's chagrin.

"I thought you were going to lay with me?" The hero asked after getting into bed, a note of panic in their voice.

"I am, I am, I'm just going to go get another blanket-"

"You have a king bed," the hero replied in amusement, "we can share the blanket,"

The villain gave a small defeated smile, "Okay. Would you like me to turn off the lights?"

"Y-yeah, but leave a small light on?" They asked meekly.

The criminal nodded and shut off the lights, leaving only the small desk lamp in the corner before crawling into the other side of the bed.

The following few minutes of silence was eventually broken by a shy, quiet question.

"Can I come closer?"

In the dark, it felt easier to ask.

The villain turned their head, glancing over toward the hero, who was peering up at them. The look reminded the villain of a child who was asking to sleep with their parents after having a nightmare. It was obvious the hero meant more than just shuffling over a little.

A small smile broke out on their face as they opened their arms, "come here," the villain instructed.

They'd barely managed to get the words out of their mouth before the hero basically lunged at them, snuggling just about as close as they could get.

The villain only sighed and held them closer, as if to protect them from the world.

"Hey, hero?" The criminal asked after another few minutes of silence.

"Hmm?"

"What happened with supervillain?"

The hero in their arms immediately tensed.

"Shh," the villain hushed, rubbing the hero's arm comfortingly, "You're alright, we're just talking,"

The hero took a deep breath, shuffling slightly, "They made me realize how pointless being a hero is,"

This time, it was the villain who stilled, "what do you mean?"

"It's just- I'm never going to be enough. No matter how hard I try people are going to die, crimes are going to be committed. Even if I get to a location in time, there could be another robbery across town happening in the same moment. I'm only one person, in a city full of crime and accidents. It's pointless,"

The villain glanced down when they felt a dampness in their shirt, realizing the hero had started tearing up again.

"You saved my life," the villain replied quietly, "Do you think that was pointless?

"No of course not! It's not about that, it's about the bigger picture!" The hero snapped, wiping at their eyes angrily, "No matter what I do, or how many bank robberies I stop, there will always be another one, even long after I'm dead. It's like throwing a thimble of water on a bonfire. It'll never make a difference,"

The villain hummed quietly, twining their fingers through the other's hair as they considered the hero's words.

"I heard a story, once, about an old fisherman who lived in a small village along the coastline,"

The hero peered up at them in confusion at the abrupt change of subject.

"It was early spring, and there was a forecast for a hurricane, so he tied up his boat at the harbour at went home for the night. The next morning, on the way to the dock he noticed the beach was covered in starfish. They had come into the shallow water to breed for the spring but the rough waves of the hurricane had washed them all out of the water and left them to dry out in the sun. There were hundreds littered along the coast,"

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Just listen" the villain shushed, brushing a strand of hair out of the hero's eyes before continuing, "knowing there were way too many, the man was about to continue to his boat when he noticed a young boy on the beach. Upon closer inspection, he realized the boy was throwing starfish back into the water one by one,"

"But I thought there were too many?"

"There were,"

"So why is he bothering?"

"Well, that's exactly what the fisherman asks as he approached. He told the boy his efforts wouldn't make a difference. The boy turned to him and replied, "but it made a difference for that one, and this one, and this one too," he explained as he continued tossing them in,"

The hero was suddenly very quiet.

"But a couple starfish won't change anything, hundreds are still going to die," the fisherman argued. The boy agreed that the man was right, "for all of them, it will change nothing, but for some, well, for some of them it will change everything, and that will always be better than nothing,"

The criminal glanced down, noticing the hero was simply staring off into space.

"You're right that you will never change the world, not for everyone," the villain continued, "but that doesn't mean you can't change the world for someone,"

The hero was sniffling softly again, loosely holding onto the villain's shirt as if it were a teddy bear and not a monster they were cuddled up to.

"You saved my life," the villain reminded, "Certain people might even say that made the world worse. Out of all the starfish on the beach, you choose the poisonous one to throw back in, and I can tell you that meant a lot to me, as well as the rest of the starfish you've saved. What you do isn't pointless,"

Suddenly the hero snuggled into them even more- somehow.

"Thank you," they said quietly, "For that and- well- for all of this, and for not making fun of me either,"

The words "your welcome," seemed to catch in the villain's throat. Saying the words felt wrong. *They* should be the one thanking the hero, not the other way around. They didn't *deserve* a thank you from anyone, let alone the maddening creature practically on top of them.

"Close your eyes and try to get some sleep, you need it," the villain said instead, tucking a strand of hair behind the hero's ear, watching their eyes flutter closed, "I'll be here,"

Silence fell over the room, with nothing more than the patter of rain on the window and the soft sounds of breathing for a few minutes.

Finally, the hero spoke again, "Saving your life might not have made the whole world better," they said quietly, muttering and half asleep, "but it definitely made *my* world better, poisonous barbs and all,"

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