#you either dirty your hands and take some REAL action or whine and cry about how the world is so unfair

[aleksanderscult]

Whoever says and promotes about how the Darkling needed to solve the political and social problems of Ravka through peace, diplomacy and faith need a reality check asap. Leigh might try hard to show how good faith in humanity and inactivity can solve everything but this is not how the world works.

[venomous--fics]

Anon requested: Okay but imagine this: reader quarantining with Eddie (and venom too ofc)

A/n: Day 2 of the V Weekathon! How many of you guys have seen the movie so far? Inbox is open if anyone wants to request or chat!

Every day seemed to be filled with more and more boredom. You three had run out of things to do, and by the marks on the calendar, it's only been 3 days. With a huff, you slouched back on the couch and dropped the tv remote onto the cushion, "I'm bored."

"Hi, bored." Eddie replied, half heartedly waving his hand, "I'm Eddie."

You whined a little as you laid your head in his lap, looking up at him, "No, really...I think I'm gonna lose my shit if we have to stay inside any longer."

Eddie didn't even flinch, or look at you. He just took a sip of his drink and continued to stare at the tv, "This isn't exactly fun for me either."

"Or me. Don't forget me."

"Or him." Eddie added.

You ran your hands over your face, groaning, "We could take a nap."

"We just woke up from a nap."

"We could play monopoly again."

"We don't say the M-word anymore." Eddie said flatly, still staring at the tv.

"Right. Right." you sighed, racking your brain for literally any other thing to do, "Well, we couldn't play that anyways. Venom tore the board in half."

"We can tape it." Venom chirped, "I promise I won't rip it again."

"That's what you said yesterday about Chutes and Ladder's, you liar." Eddie cut in, setting his cup on the table.

"I am not a liar. I really promise to not rip things anymore."

"We could bake a cake." you interrupted them.

"We already baked two of them." Venom said, drawing your attention to the dirty kitchen where two of the ugliest decorated cakes sat on the counter.

"How about...We clean up our messes?"

You heard two sets of groans as Eddie laid his head on the back of the couch.

"Guys, c'mon, help me." you whined, kicking your feet into the end cushion, "I'm so-"

"Bored. We know."

"Bored. We know."

"There's gotta be something we can do."

There was a really long pause as you looked up at Eddie again, seeing him just stare at the ceiling.

"Anything at all." you said, twiddling your fingers, "Anything that'll pass the time."

"We have movies."

"We've already watched most of them." Eddie said, taking his turn to whine, "This shit sucks."

"We have Netflix." Venom replied, not appreciating Eddie's attitude.

You and Eddie both shared a questioning look. You opened your mouth, but Eddie seemed to speak first, "Who the hell is paying for it? It's not me."

"Who said it was OURS?" Venom spat.

You sat upright, "Venom? Did you steal someone's Netflix account?"

You were expecting an honest answer. Maybe the old lady downstairs didn't get it and gave some sort of info to Eddie. Or, more likely, Venom had overheard someone talking about it in passing.

"We don't steal- Okay, rephrasing that real fast, we don't steal personal accounts...In this household."

A small tendril whipped over to Eddie's jacket and rummaged through it before slinking back over and handing you a small, crumpled card. You took a minute to look it over, realizing that Venom had simply swiped this from some criminal or some poor soul he ate.

"Oh." you said, "Well, I mean..In that case..I guess-"

"What are we watching first?"

"We're gonna have a serious talk about your kleptomania." Eddie sighed.

"That's not a movie. Try again."

While they bickered, you picked a movie that you were certain Venom had never seen. Normally he loves- Surprisingly- Romance movies. You and Eddie would've pegged him to be, of course, the loud action type. But, no. His reasoning is that he just like how quiet and nice they are.

You picked Lilo & Stitch. It wasn't a romance, but you were sure it would check some sort of box with Venom. Eddie didn't protest much outside, "I've seen this a million times."

To which you replied, "Well, what will a million and once more hurt?"

Needless to say, Eddie was the one who wound up crying a little.

"What's wrong?" Venom almost seemed just as upset, "Didn't you like it?"

Eddie wiped his eyes on his sweatshirt, "No, it was good."

You leaned forward a little.

"Why's everyone lookin' at me?" he asked, sniffling, "It's just that the little guy didn't have a family. Leave me alone."

"It's okay, Eddie."

"It's okay, Eddie."

You, with the help of Venom, got cozy in his lap and snatched the remote, "Let's pick a movie that'll sure make you feel better."

Eddie continued to wipe off his face, "I can see you picking The Notebook. Give it here, it's my turn."

You held the remote out of his reach, trying to hit the play button.

"You said feel better, not worse." Eddie was trying to hold you in his lap and yoink the remote all at once.

While you two play fought, Venom was the one who saw his chance and took it. With the remote in his grasp, and you two at his mercy, you and Eddie joined forces in an attempt to get the remote back.

"Stop before he puts on Sweet Home Alabama again." Eddie said, trying to swipe at the tendrils as Venom tossed the remote around.

You were now standing on the couch, frantically waving your hands around, "I'll make you a hot fudge sundae!"

Venom pondered his choices, but he chose violence. You both had to deal with whatever he chose.

[stariwrites]

Please

Pairing: Sukuna x GN! Reader (The reader is AFAB)

Warnings: Dubious Consent, Oral (Reader! Receiving), Mind break, edging, denied orgasm, monsterfucking, corruption kink, dirty talk, mean dom to soft dom Sukuna, use of little one and little sorcerer as well as pet (only twice though), forced submission just to be safe 

A/N: I had so much fun writing this and this is for @seita “Corrupt a Virgin Collab!” Thank you so much for letting me participate! All characters are 18+  and as always Minors DNI and if you do or if you’re a nameless blog I will block you instantly. 

Word Count: 2.6K

Summary: Megumi, Itadori, Nobara, Gojo, Nanami...I’m sorry. I wasn’t able to keep my promise and protect all of you. 

Debris settled over the city. You coughed, cringing at the blood that spilled from your lips at the hit you had taken. You looked around you, watching as more buildings collapsed, people screamed causing it to echo. You couldn’t find anybody no matter where you looked. Your heart raced inside your chest. 

How much longer would you be able to pull this off? Ever since Sukuna and Itadori had been separated he caused nothing but destruction. 

You watched the curse you were currently fighting rush towards you. It’s green spindles shot out only for you to dodge it in the nick of time. The wall where you had been standing in front of was nothing but a hole. You cringed. That could’ve been you.

Before you had time to recover it focused it’s sights on you again, the eight purple eyes stared directly into yours. You tried to get up again only to be met by an explosion of pain. You glanced down at your hand nursing the wound on your stomach only to see crimson seep through your fingers. Shit. 

It let out a wicked shriek, leaving your ears ringing. It charged at you again. You closed your eyes. 

Megumi, Itadori, Nobara, Gojo, Nanami...I’m sorry. I wasn’t able to keep my promise and protect all of you. 

“Protect me?” Gojo’s voice was incredulous as he tossed his head back and laughed. It had been a busy day filled with killing curses and saving people, but at the end of it all of you were able to spend time together and watch the fireworks. “I’m the strongest there is, if anything it would be me protecting you.” 

Nanami huffed at his response, proceeding to whack him upside the head. He whined, turning to Nanami no doubt to start playfully fighting him which would end in Nanami sighing in disappointment.

You could only shake your head at the two of them while Nobara scoffed, nudging your arm with a grin. “Yeah, and besides we’re all going to get stronger so we don’t need to be protected.”

Megumi nodded with a small smile which caused you to huff.

“It’s not like that!” You clenched your fists beside you, before lowering your voice. “It’s just that all of you are precious to me and I’ll do whatever it takes to not see you hurt.”

They were all speechless at your response until Itadori’s face lit up into a bright smile. “Let's do it!” He cheered, jumping into the air. “We’ll be the best group of sorcerers out there you’ll see! Let’s all protect each other.”

The six of you looked at each other with matching soft expressions, a silent agreement that you’d all make it to the very end when the first explosion fired off. Itadori shrieked at the unexpected boom that echoed in the sky causing your laughter to break the silence between each firework. 

You smiled looking back on the memory. It was fun. The people you met, the friends you gained, you wouldn’t have traded it for the world. As you anticipated the final blow one last thought flashed through your mind. You had no regrets.

An explosion of light flooded from behind your eyelids, you braced for impact but none came. Slowly, you cracked an eye open only to have your breathing hitch. Standing where the cursed spirit used to be was-

“Sukuna,” your own voice surprised you. The demon turned to you with an unamused expression.

“Think you can just die like that?” He sneered approaching you. “You fool.” 

You tried to get up, all your senses screaming to fight but you only managed to straighten your posture before wincing in pain. Broken ribs, you assumed, if not worse. “What do you want?” You managed to croak out. 

Standing above you, his eyes were filled with venom. You swallowed silently wishing the destroyed cursed spirit had taken you out. You refused to break away from his gaze while his hand moved to cup your cheek. You flinched from his touch expecting him to rip your skin away with the swipe of his talons, but instead he clicked his tongue at the action.

“Make no mistake little one, If I wanted you dead, you’d be dead.” His voice sent shivers down your spine, but your body relaxed at the words. You wanted to shake your head. How could that even be remotely comforting?

You couldn’t dwell on it for long because the next thing you knew you could breathe properly again. You took a deep breath in, almost choking on it. You removed your hand from your stomach only to gape in shock. 

“You,” you looked up at the demon with wide eyes. “You healed me?”

He rolled his eyes. He couldn’t stand the way humans interacted nor did he want to. He craved the chaos he created and only wanted to see more of it, but one sorcerer managed to get under his skin, you. 

You were an enigma, your cursed energy was strong, that was for certain and as obsessed as he was with Megumi there was something about you that drew him to you. Maybe it was the way he could tell you were a virgin. You had so much experience but none with another person’s touch. He thought many times about you being tied up and at his mercy while he edged you for hours causing you to cry out pleas along with his name. 

Unfortunately there was no time to act on what he wanted with him still being inside the brat, but now, now was the perfect time. 

“Why?” The question left your mouth before you could stop it. He wanted to laugh at your perplexed expression paying close attention to your lips. You didn’t realize it, but you backed yourself into a corner. 

“Oh Little Sorcerer,” he crooned mockingly. A sinister smile stretched across his face reminding you just who you were dealing with. 

Squatting down to your level, he let his eyes rove over your body, paying close attention to where your uniform was torn and wrinkled. Instinctively, you covered yourself to the best of your ability which only made him lick his lips.

“You didn’t think I did that without a price,” his voice dropped an octave, “did you?”

Your heart stuttered in your chest while you gasped. There was no way, but noticing the hunger in those eyes that held a predatory gleam you understood what he meant. You couldn’t-

“Get away from them!” Megumi shouted. His footsteps raced towards where you were. Itadori and Nobara were fast at his heels shouting for you. A ghost of a smile fell onto your face. They were okay. From what you saw the only wounds were some scratches and bruises. They would be okay. The relief quickly faded when a talon turned your chin to make you look at him once more.

His teeth were on full display. “Let’s make a contract, shall we? I won’t hurt your friends as long as you do what I want in my domain.”

You raised an eyebrow skeptically. “And what would that be?”

“I get to ruin you.”

You knew you could stall, could buy time until they could help you, but the more you waited the more people screamed.

“So little one, what will it be?” Sukuna’s voice rang heavy in your ears. You could either go with him or more people would be hurt. You purse your lips, you had two choices: either allow Sukuna to take you and buy your friends some time or wait for them and risk more people dying. 

With a deep breath you faced the demon. “If I go with you, you promise that no person, that includes jujutsu sorcerers and civilians will be harmed?”

“Of course.”

Part of you didn’t trust him, but you mulled over the deal, searching for any loopholes. Megumi, Itadori and Nobara were getting closer. 

“Time’s running out, have you made a decision?”

You looked at your friends one last time as they screamed in horror running faster. With a final breath you focused back on the king of curses. 

“I accept.”

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“Such a pretty little thing aren’t you?”

Obscene sounds echoed throughout the domain as you grinded against Sukuna’s tongue that resided on his abdomen. Small whimpers and broken moans spilled from your lips. Tears slid down your face while the appendage was lapping at your folds, flicking at your clit every now and again. Each grind down had your toes curling. You tossed your head back.

“Shut, ah, shut up!” You tried to shout, but it held no mirth to it. 

Sukuna smirked at your reaction. Still so fiery even after he edged you, you were a fun one that was for certain. 

He’d envisioned this moment many times before, but nothing beat the real thing. He kept your arms stretched above you with one of his hands while the other he used to cup your cheek. He lived for your expression, the way your eyelashes were grouped together with tears as you were forced to keep taking what he was giving you, completely at his mercy.

“What’s wrong little sorcerer,” he snarled. “Can’t take my tongue?” He couldn’t help but grow addicted to the breathy pants you let out as you clamped down at his words. His eyes widened, peering at you with an expression that almost looked impressed. 

“Who knew you could be such a slutty pet. Nobody’s ever touched you like this before and you’re already so fucked out, I wonder what will happen when you cum, hm?”

“Fu-fuck you,” you managed to get out between moans. You refused to give into him, wishing you had more strength in you to glare. You needed to put up a fight. 

He raised an eyebrow with a laugh. “Brat,” he dug his nails into your hips, there would be indents there for days, but he didn’t care. “You try to put up such a front, wouldn’t it feel better to give in rather than fight me? You’re so wet and you’ve been so good, so pliant for me are you sure you don’t want a reward?

The familiar coil in your stomach was about to break causing you to thrash your head back and forth. The burn was becoming painful, you didn’t know how much longer you’d last if he kept denying you. Sukuna noticed, forcing your hips to grind faster. 

“Oh? Is the little sorcerer close? Tell me, do you want to know what it’s like to cum from somebody other than you, hm?” He hummed keeping the brutal pace, watching as you heaved for breath, your eyes glossy and almost rolling back. A twisted grin morphed onto his face at the sight. 

“Don’t tell me I’ve fucked you dumb already,” he bit his lip to keep from groaning out into the domain. The reflection of the water only made you look more wrecked. “Tell me, is this what you’re going to look like when you're stretched out on my cock?”

The image alone had your toes curling. You couldn’t fight it anymore. You needed release. “M’close. M’so close. M’gonna cum. Gonna ngh gonna cum Sukuna. Sukuna,” you babbled, slurring your words.

You were almost there all you needed was one more extra push. 

Before you had time to process what was happening your hips stilled. A loud sob ripped it’s way from your throat. You couldn’t handle being denied anymore. All you could do was struggle in his hold and curse the king in front of you for torturing you like this. That’s when it registered, he was going to kill you like this. That must’ve been his plan all along.

You were about to speak, to tell him to just kill you already when he leaned closer towards you. His lips ghosted against yours. Without thinking you leaned in, desperate to feel his lips against yours, but before you could he pulled away and gazed at you.

You could see your reflection in his eyes, the way you were drooling for him, you were a mess, your eyes glossy from crying, you didn’t recognize the person staring back at you. You couldn’t remember how many times he edged you, but it was unbearable. 

“Beg me.”

Your breath caught in your throat even though you’d been expecting that. Part of you, the desperate want that curled itself into your skin and set your heart aflame wanted to cave in. Wanted so badly to finally get the release you’ve been craving all this time, but rationally you looked at the demon and whispered, “I, I can’t.”

As soon as the words were out you wanted to take them back, disappointment swam within you. You wanted to know what it was like, but the sorcerer in you couldn’t yield. You reminded yourself that you were doing this for them, but that would’ve been a lie.

 You expected Sukuna to tear you to shreds or leave you like this but instead he shushed you.

Your eyes snapped open, not even remembering when you closed them. He only rubbed your back with one of the hands that was on your hip while the other hand holding your arms set them down.

“Such a brave sorcerer, aren’t you? Even when you’re so desperate you still hold so much strength, but don’t you want to be ruined? Don’t you wish you would just be able to let go and have somebody else take the reins?” His voice was uncharacteristically soft like he was talking to something fragile, something that could break. 

“I-”

You couldn’t deny that it sounded nice, to be out of control for once, to just let yourself be ruined by Sukuna. You craved release so bad it hurt. You shuddered against him at the thought of finally being able to lose yourself in pleasure while the cool air of the domain caught up to you.

Without hesitation, Sukuna embraced you in his arms, bringing you close to his chest. You imagined that if he was human, you’d be able to hear his heart beat pressed against him like this. He caressed any inch of your body his hands could reach as he placed a chaste kiss to your temple. You settled in the warmth.

“Shh, just let me take care of you little one,” he squeezed you close before placing two set of his hands on your shoulders to pull you back. It took everything in him not to smile. He had you, he knew he had you judging by the way your face was going from conflicted to completely lax. 

“I’ll ruin you for anybody else,” the hands on your shoulders dropped down to barely touch your waist, tickling you. He began to kiss down your jaw, moving to your neck. “You could rule by my side and stay with me in this space forever, you wouldn’t have to worry about curses,” he sucked a mark causing you to whimper. “Or saving people,” his other hands moved to play with your nipples. “Or those pesky sorcerers.” 

Your mind was reeling, unable to concentrate on any coherent thought. The difference from being so rough to being soft was messing with your head. You were losing yourself, but still tried so desperately to hang on, to not give in. You had friends you needed to protect, but all of that was fading away. 

Sukuna noticed and as he sucked on your earlobe, he used the hands tickling you to meet your hips, positioning you over his cock. “All you have to say is-”

“Please.”

[divinerulerluvr]

Crimson and Leather

After a murder, you and Kai have some fun.

Pairing - Kai Anderson x Fem!Reader

Words - 1.8k

Warnings - smut, murder mention, blood (a little bit), oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, Kai Anderson is his own warning

"I wanted to request some Kai smut. The reader is just as messed up as he is. They are powerful together, he trusts her with everything and values her opinions over any other member. She’s the only one who can bring out the real Kai. There’s a moment where they had just killed someone and she has to clean the blood off of his boots and he is sitting behind her massaging her back and it leads to dirty things." Requested by @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul

A/n - I know it's been a bit since I last posted but I make amends with this. I hope you guys like it because I feel like everything I've written recently has just been... blah. *also, had to resist the urge to name this crimson and clover but didn't*

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Walking in through the door of Kai’s house, you watch as he closes and deadbolts the door. It was a habit he had adapted due to his heightened paranoia.

You guys had just gotten back from killing a couple. It was just the two of you since this was personal business and had nothing to do with the cult. You had always been Kai’s favorite since you were the most ruthless of them all.

He admired your lack of remorse.

Reaching his living room, you set your phone down on the coffee table as Kai removes his bloodied tee shirt. It was late at night and you and Kai were the only people home. Everybody else had left hours ago.

Kai sits on the couch, pushing his hair from his face as his eyes migrate over to you. Your shirt had blood on it as well but not as much as Kai’s had. “Make yourself useful and clean the blood from my boots,” he orders, his voice raspy.

“Only if you ask nicely,” you counter, pulling off your own shirt and tossing it to the ground, leaving you in just a bra and your pants. Kai sighs heavily, irritated at your reply.

“Can you clean the blood from my boots?” he asks again, this time in a nice tone. You smile and nod, leaving the room to get a wet rag. Coming back, you kneel down in front of him, ready to clean his boots.

You didn’t mind. It never bothered you having to do things for Kai. But you’d only do them if he wasn’t being rude about it. That was your rule.

There was more blood than usual on his shoes. You weren’t sure if it was because the guy Kai killed put up a fight or if it was because Kai had taken out a lot of aggression on the man. Either way, the dark crimson blood-soaked the damp rag quickly.

His hand rests on your head, using a gentle touch as he plays with your hair. You allow your head to fall back into his lap slightly, your eyes still drawn onto the black boots he wore.

“You know I’m proud of you, right? Everything you’ve done, everything you offer. It’s inspiring,” he says, his voice softer and kinder than usual. You just hum, leaning back into his touch. “You’re so open-minded. You listen to what I say and you never doubt. Unlike the other women in our cult,”

Kai always said “our cult” and never “my cult” when talking to you. It was strange, given he took high credit for starting and leading it. To hear him give you joint leadership was out of the ordinary. Then again, so was he.

“I believe in you. That’s why,” you reply, finishing off his right boot. You briefly move your head to face him, your head angled up to make eye contact. “I trust your philosophy,”

He smiles, patting your cheek lightly before running his warm hand down to your neck. “I know you do, little lamb,” he says. You move your eyes back to his boots, going to the still bloody left boot and cleaning off the leather.

Kai’s eyes watch you affectionately as you clean the blood, oddly turned on at the sight. The silence lays heavy over the both of you as you finish clearing his boots of any trace of blood. A proud smile falls on your lips as you admire your work.

Looking up at him, you’re met with his eyes already on you. “Done,” you say simply. Half-dried blood remains on his chest, stomach, and arms but you also had half-dried blood still stuck to your skin that had soaked through your thin shirt.

His hand runs down your neck and down the front of your chest, running over the splotched of blood that had fallen into the V between your breasts.

Your breath catches, your own hand running up his leg. Your hand quickly reaches up to his crotch, feeling his already hard dick through the fabric. “Someone’s a little needy tonight,” he comments snarkily.

“Just shut up and take your pants off,” you reply, not ready to put up with his stupid remarks. Kai had a skill at making the environment horny. It was like this weird seed was being planted in your mind going “fuck him, fuck him, fuck him,”

You didn’t care, though.

Standing from the floor, you watch as Kai pulls his jeans off so he’s in just his boxers. He pulls you down onto his lap, forcing his lips onto yours as your legs settle on either side of his thighs. He holds your face in his hands, keeping you secure as he kisses you hotly.

You grind your hips down on his bulge, suddenly desperate for some type of friction between your body and his body.

One of his hands strays from your face, wrapping around your back and unclasping your bra with ease. He pulls it off of you, all while still kissing. He tosses it aside and his hand moves to massage your breast.

Your moans become muffled by his lips, his tongue making its way into your mouth. Your hands go for his dick again but he grabs you and flips you so that you’re laying across the couch and he’s on top of you.

A giggle leaves your lips from the swift and surprising action, your eyes meeting his eyes now that he had stopped kissing you.

He starts trailing kisses down your body, starting with your neck and traveling down your chest. Reaching a patch of your victim's blood, he licks a slow stripe over the dark red stain on your skin. You squirm under him, a strangled moan leaving your lips.

His tongue trails back up your body, stopping at your nipple where he grazes his teeth over the peak tenderly.

After teasing your nipples, his lips crash onto yours again. His hands move down your body and he removes your pants and underwear in a single movement. Your own fingers slip under the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down.

Kai pulls his lips from yours, his hand petting your cheek as he lines up with your entrance. You hold your breath, preparing yourself for him to thrust into you.

He never did it nicely. That was his thing.

A sharp gasp leaves your lips as he pushes ruthlessly into your pussy. You were wet, but it still hurt. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, his sadistic smile hard to ignore. He loved the way you sounded when he fucked you.

He felt amazing, as usual. The house was dead quiet save for your moans and Kai’s soft grunts. It was awfully intimate.

Your hips buck up into his, his rough yet passionate thrusts making you unreasonably squirmy. “You’re so cute when you’re sensitive,” he comments, his thumb running over your lower lip. You whimper, your head pushed back against the armrest of his couch.

Kai moves so that he’s kneeling back on the couch. He pulls you down by your hips so that he can resume fucking you. He thrusts even harder this time, his tip hitting into your cervix as he uses his leverage on your hips to fuck you harder.

Your hands move to the cushion of the couch, digging into the material to relieve the tension building in your body.

You had gotten embarrassingly close already. You knew if you came now, Kai would make fun of you for it later. The only words you could piece together were “fuck,” and “Kai”. Making it rather difficult to get your point across.

Kai raises his eyebrow teasingly, his hands traveling over your breasts that move with every rough movement he makes. “Words, little lamb. I don’t answer to unintelligible whimpers,”

“I’m… I’m,” you stammer. “Kai,”

“I love hearing you say my name, believe me,” he says, punctuating his sentence with a particularly merciless thrust. “But I need more than that,” You whine, your back arching off the couch as you writhe around.

Your pussy clenches around his dick, your stomach filled with butterflies. “Please, Divine Ruler,” you finally manage to piece together. “L-Let me… cum,”

He smiles, leaning back over you as he kisses you. “Yes,” he says as his lips migrate to your jaw and to the crook of your neck. He buries his face there, his thrusts keeping a steady pace as he pushes you over the edge.

“God!” you cry out, your nails digging into his back as you orgasm. Your ears ring loudly and the world spins before you.

Kai fucks you through your orgasm, making sure you enjoyed every last bit of the feeling. You finally come down from your high, feeling Kai’s thrusts slow even if he didn’t finish. Panting, you regain your senses as the orgasm washes over you.

Your legs still shake, your body still going through the reverberations of your orgasm. Kai pulls out of you, still hard.

Kai moves so he’s sitting on the couch and you quickly get on your knees in front of him. He holds you by your hair, guiding your movements so your mouth wraps around his dick that was still coated with your wetness.

He pushes your head down onto his dick, only stopping when his tip hit the back of your throat. Kai was a head pusher but not in the bad way because you didn’t care.

He helps you get your movements steady before letting go of you and leaning back on the couch. Your head bobs on his dick, your eyes watering as he repeatedly hits the back of your throat.

A low groan leaves his lips, his eyes having shut as he indulges in the warmth of your mouth. “Fuck, your mouth feels so nice,” he exhales deeply, his chest heaving as he gets closer to his climax.

Tears streak your cheeks as you move your head a little quicker, helping him cum. He finally does, his cum filling your mouth.

Kai lets out a heavy sigh, his head falling back as he rides his high for a few more moments. You pull your mouth off his dick, his cum pooling on your tongue. Kai leans forward, pushing his two fingers into your mouth.

You suck on them, your eyes glued on his dark ones as your cheeks hollow around his ring and middle finger. Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he smiles. “Swallow for me,” he instructs plainly.

With a smirk, you swallow his cum, the salty liquid moving down your throat. He pats your cheek with his wet fingers, a proud look on his face.

“Go upstairs and shower. I’m not done with you yet, little lamb,”

[oitommothetease]

Invisible String (8/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female reader (Modern AU)

Description: James Buchanan Barnes, the owner of the most expensive-looking club in town and your new apartment. He was a dick and you hated him. What could possibly go wrong when you, the new girl in town, start bartending at his club to pursue your dreams?

Word Count: 2.4k words

Your parents’ house was exactly how you remembered it, but again, it had been only two months since you last saw it. Contrary to your usual life, a lot has changed in two months. You aren't working in a cubicle anymore, you're not going on random blind dates that your sister and mother plot for you. What you are doing is bartending in a town far away from your family. You're fake dating your boss who happens to be the most dangerous person in the town, at least that's what you've heard of the rumors, but so far, James has been nothing but non-threatening to you. Yes, he was mean in the beginning, but a lot has changed since then. 

And now sitting in front of your parents with James beside you, eating lunch; you recall Barry's diner and you miss the food there. It's funny because you always thought that this was your home, your family and everything associated with them should make you feel at peace, but you were feeling everything but that. You were restless and anxious, and you wanted to go to that cozy dinner with James where Sally would tell you anecdotes about her life. You wanted to sit with James and watch him debunk the myths about his career that you believed were true your whole life. Turns out, he doesn't cut off people’s dick for disrespecting him. Who would have thought? And you decided that maybe you should stop reading those stupid mafia stories.

James sensed your discomfort, you don't know how he does that, but he always knows when something is bothering you. He brought his chair closer to you in hopes of providing you some relief. And it did, his presence made you feel at ease and you weren't sure how you felt about it. You knew you were dependent on him for comfort since the incident at his club, but being with him didn't make you feel caged.

You always thought that a relationship would make you feel stuck. That's why you never engaged in one, but with James, it felt liberating. Maybe because this wasn't real and the moment this turns real, it'll be a shithole. At least that's what you told yourself. 

“So, what do you do, James?” your father asked, and you nearly choked on your food. James's hand involuntarily reached towards your back, his thumb running soothing circles while his palms patted gently. 

“I own a club and a few other buildings in town,” your faux boyfriend answered, and you were thankful he didn't get into his other business. You wanted to ask about all the rumors in town and why people are so scared of him and why does everyone in the club carries a gun, but you were scared to ask. You feared that you wouldn't like the answers. Honestly, that's false, you weren't scared of the answers, you were scared that what if he closes himself again the moment you step into uncharted territory. And you really liked this fun, caring, swiftie James.

Everybody was sitting silently at the table which was unusual because usually family dinners were the place where everyone pointed out your faults. Carol kept glancing at your parents every few seconds and vice versa. Your brother-in-law, Nick, was focused on the food and their kids were taking a nap.

 You were going to thank your stars for this peaceful lunch when your sister broke off the silence. “So, how did you two meet?”

Every head on the table turned towards you expectantly, waiting for you to explain how you met James. What were you supposed to say? That you met when you interviewed for your current job and he clearly rejected you? 

Before the panic could make its way to the surface, James' palm landed on yours softly, grounding you. Your sister's eyes fell to your hands on the table and she scoffed.

 “We're glad you're happy, but at least don't forget basic table etiquette,” She commented. How could you forget the ‘no hands on the table while eating’ rule? Just when you were about to remove your hand from the table, James held your hand and placed it on his lap, lacing his fingers with yours. 

“Auntie Y/N!” A shriek made you turn behind, and you saw your nephew and niece running towards you with the biggest grin on their faces. Both the kids jumped in your embrace without a care of their surroundings and you stifled a laugh.

Bucky didn't like kids, hated them, to be honest. In his defense, what's there to like, they're always whining and crying, but seeing you attempting to straddle two 5-year-olds on your lap while their mother complained might change his opinions on the subject. 

You didn't like kids either, except your nephew and niece. They were perfect in your eyes, but maybe you were a bit partial because you sort of shared genes with them. You were so focused on the stories Alec and Izzy were telling you that you didn't notice the eyes that were fixed on you. James looked at you with not only adoration, but also devotion. He knew if he kept looking at you like that, he'd be deep in shit, but it was too late now. 

After dinner, you made your way to the bedroom, only to realize that there was one bed. Fuck. You really should have thought this through. 

Before the embarrassment could seep in, James started collecting a blanket and some pillows. “I'll take the floor,” He said. 

You frowned. “No, James. You've already done so much for me. Take the bed, please.”

James pretended not to hear you and started preparing his bed on the floor. 

“Seriously?” You queried, slightly huffing at his childish behavior. “You're gonna pretend you didn't hear me. How old are you, five?”

Without saying a word, James started humming a tune and situated himself on the makeshift bed on the floor and closed his eyes. 

You stomped your foot furiously, yeah, maybe you were a little childish too. Without muttering another word, you made your way towards the bed and tucked yourself in a comfortable position. 

“You were saying something?” James asked, his voice laced with tease, and you huffed at his tomfoolery. 

“Yeah, just how immature you are.”

“Sorry, I didn't hear that. What was that?” you couldn't see him, but you knew he was doing some theatrical actions by putting his hands on his ears for better listening or furrowing his eyes in feigned confusion. “That I'm so smart? Oh, why, thank you. You're not so bad yourself.”

“That's real mature, James,” you murmured, clearly not enjoying his antics.

A comfortable silence fell in the room. The only thing that could be heard was your breathing and the air conditioner that always sucked in your childhood room but your parents never thought it was a primary concern. Oh, yeah, also, you were staying in your teenage room with your boss. You tried telling your parents that you could get a hotel, but they insisted so now James could see one direction posters on the wall right in front of him.

You would have assumed that he fell asleep if he hadn't broken the silence. “I know it's not my business and you don't have to answer if you don't want to,” he paused, wondering whether he is crossing a line by asking you this. “But why do you let them treat you like that?”

You coughed in surprise, you clearly did not expect him to ask this. You thought maybe he was going to ask you who is your favorite one direction member. Anything really, expect this. “Wow, you do not beat around the bush.”

You could hear him shuffling and once he settled you were sure he was facing you. Well, the bed actually. You did the same, turning towards him. You couldn't see him, but it still felt so intimate.

 “I'm honest with people I trust,” he informed and you smiled, thinking about the time when he told you he did not trust you or your intentions.

“What do I get in return?” you teased, although you would have told him without getting anything in return.

“What do you want?”

You debated for a minute whether you should go forward and just ask him so you did. “What do you do?”

You didn't expect him to actually answer. You knew that your relationship (whatever that was) with James had increased from where it was a few months ago. You deeply cared for each other and had mutual trust in the other. But you still didn't know about the actual work he did. Your realtor told you that he was a criminal, a mobster to be exact, and had sketchy connections with the mafia but you didn't know the exact nature of his work. 

He signed heavily and you were ready to drop the subject, scared that it would only push him away again and you couldn't lose whatever you had this early. 

“We provide weapons to the government at a cheaper price, eliminate problems or shootouts that the government is too scared to take the blame for,” he said, voice unwavering but you could sense the tension. Bucky thought that telling you about his work would make you fear him, and he didn't want to risk losing the progress he made with you, but he also knew that if he wanted you in his life in any form then he has to be honest with you. “We don't do the kind of stuff you're thinking of, it's mostly assisting the government to do stuff where they don't want to get their hands dirty.”

“Why?”

“How would you feel if the leaders of your country were involved in shady business?” It was a rhetorical answer, of course, you would feel unsafe, but your sleep-dazed brain was about to muster up an answer but he quickly spoke. “So if it backfires then they don't lose their men and women and can blame it on us, the criminals.”

“So that's why you weren't scared if I went to the cops? Because you kinda work for them?” you asked. His reaction made a lot of sense now, but some part of your brain hoped that he did that for you. That he would defy the police for you. 

“Off charts yeah,” he answered, “Although that has nothing to do with why I wanted you to go to the cops. I wanted you to because what Rumlow did was unacceptable and he should pay for his actions.”

“Wow,” you didn't know what to say. Anything further could push him back to the 'I don't trust you' James and you couldn't risk that. 

Bucky didn't want to elaborate further, “Your turn.”

“Sir, you just set yourself up for the biggest disappointment,” you joked, already imagining his reaction and smiling to yourself. 

“I let them treat me like this because they are my family,” you replied honestly. “I don't have anyone else but them.”

Bucky knew all about the issues that come with family, but he didn't think you'd be the victim of it. Bucky realized that in his head, he had conjured up a version of you that was perfect, so if he were to know you better, it would decrease his crush on you, right? 

Wrong. The more Bucky got to know you, the more he realized you weren't some angel and were just a vulnerable human like everyone, and the more he wanted you, all of you.

“Where does Rumlow come in this?” you questioned.

“His work is dirty like drugs, sex trafficking so he doesn't work well with government or any sort of authority,” he explained, “He's one of the problems they wanna eliminate but can't because he's too powerful. He works with Hydra.”

“Wasn't Hydra a myth?” you queried. You have heard stories about Hydra too, how Bucky was their rival. You assumed it was about territory or money. You know, like in the movies.

“Nah, doll, it's real. He's part of that organization and that makes him shielded from us and literally everyone.” 

“So you're technically not… you know, killing people for fun like the mafia and all? You're like undercover agents,” you concluded and he shook his head, chuckling at the disappointment in your voice.

In your defense, you expected him to be the movie-type mafia boss who kills people for raising their voice but again, this is not a movie. 

“If it makes you feel better, we smuggle weapons for the government. We're still criminals and dangerous,” he articulated, his tone laced with amusement at your reaction.

 “No offense, but that's a horrible career. Is that what you wanted to do growing up?” you asked, yawning, your eyelids becoming heavy from the exhaustion.

“No,” he answered truthfully. “Not everyone gets a choice, doll. My dad was murdered when I was a kid and I was shoved into the business to protect my family.”

 “Where are they? Your family, I mean,” you inquired, hoping you weren't overstepping.

“Ma basically hates me and my sister maintains her distance, but it's for her own safety.”

You didn't ask about them further, realizing his family was a touchy subject for him. You could relate to that. “What do you want to do?”

Out of all your questions and weird assumptions, this took James by surprise. No one asked him what he wanted to do. Hell, he didn't even ask him that, and now someone finally asked him, he didn't know what to answer. You understood his silence, you always understood everything James felt even without it being voiced. He generally hated when people predicted him, he prided himself on being unpredictable but not with you. James wanted nothing more than to just be Bucky with you.

“Don’t worry, you'll figure something out,” you mumbled, already drifting off to sleep.

James turned towards the opposite side. “Sleep well, doll.” he murmured, his breath growing even, matching yours.

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glutton - hhj + lmh ft. hjs 18+

➻ pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader x lee minho ft. han jisung ➻ wc: 6k ._. ➻ genre: pwp, smut ➻ rating: 18+, M ➻ warnings: spanking, oral: m and f receiving, ties, thigh riding, humiliation, mirrors, cum play, lots of praise, punishment, double penetration, spit-roasting, hair pulling, pussy slapping, hyunjin tongue piercing, fingering, anal, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, edging, cum eating, cum swallowing, dom/sub themes, soft dom!hyunjin, hard dom!minho, sub!reader, brat!reader, sweat, choking, dirty talk, degradation, sir kink, use of kitten/princess, light bondage, finger sucking, exhibitionism, voyeurism, face-fucking, pain kink, rough sex, creampie, size kink, crying during sex, unprotected sex, safewords/signals, marking, tongue sucking(??), spit as lube, lube, anal fingering, cock-warming, masturbation, oral fixation, big dick hyunho, throat bulging, cumming untouched, spitting/spit play ➻ a/n: nobody talk about how long the warnings are okay? no one say anything. just let me have a moment okay? it’s fine i’m fine everything is fine we’re great just let it happen okay? count the smut tags for a fun time :D

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“What do you think you’re doing, princess?”

The voice is cool and smooth, coating the skin around your ear like a sheet of silk, and you try to lean back against the man. He moves out of your way before you get to touch him though, and a small whine slips through your lips. Minho releases a soft chuckle upon hearing the sound. Strong fingers reach up to wrap around the hair close to your scalp, and he yanks your head back with a sharp tug.

“I asked you a question, lovely.” His tone sends shivers down your spine. Bolts of arousal hit your core, and that, coupled with the sensation of Minho tugging at your hair, nearly makes you moan out to the empty air before you.

“N-Nothing,” you respond after a second. Minho isn’t pleased with your answer though, and a quiet growl hits your ears. Minho pushes your head forward, releasing your hair, and you actually do moan this time.

“Nothing, kitten? It didn’t look like nothing.” Minho moves around you, coming into view as he crossed in front of you at last. You lick at your lower lip as he steps into your line of sight. His plain black shirt somehow manages to be both tight and loose at the same time, fabric clinging to his arms and chest like a vice while it hangs more loosely around his hips and waist. You always tell him that he looks best in all black like this, the tight black pants leaving little to the imagination as you drag your gaze over his clothed bulge. Hyunjin is nowhere to be seen, but you know that won’t last long. As soon as he realizes that you and Minho have disappeared from the party downstairs, he’ll be joining you, and that’s when the real fun will start. For now though, you want to test your luck with Minho and see how much he can take before snapping.

The ‘nothing’ in question would be none other than Han Jisung, the host of this very party and the man you were grinding against less than ten minutes ago. You were having quite a bit of fun too, seeing Minho get more and more riled up by your teasing actions until he broke enough to guide you upstairs to an empty bedroom with a forceful hand resting against your back.

Minho leans closer to you all of a sudden, head tilted to the side as he watches your expression with a cold gaze. You lift your chin by instinct, and your lips part a bit in expectation. Minho doesn’t give you what you want though. He laughs a little and lets the fingers you want so desperately trail over his own lips as he thinks. It’s punishment enough as it is, dangling the thing you want so badly in front of your face, but it still isn’t enough for Minho.

“What am I going to do with you, slut? You’d fuck anyone that looked at you. We can’t have that now, can we?” Minho arches a brow in your direction. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, lifting one side ever so slightly. The arrogance behind the action makes wetness pool between your legs.

“I don’t see the issue with it, sir.” Your words are borderline dangerous; their teasing lilt crawling under Minho’s skin, and you know you’ve bothered him because of the way his jaw shifts. His eyes flash as he looks at you.

“I’ll show you the issue with it, you whore. So desperate for cock that you’d take it from anyone, is that it? You get off on being a dirty little slut?” Minho moves towards you, head tilting from side to side as he hisses the words. You squeeze your thighs together in attempts to quell the ache between your legs. Minho notices within an instant, and he snakes a hand between your thighs, twisting it to push your legs apart again. “Don’t even think about getting yourself off, slut. Only good girls get what they want.”

“I’ve… I’ve been a good girl, sir,” you counter, blinking up at Minho through fluttering lashes. Your muscles twitch under Minho’s faint touch, and even though he isn’t even touching your core, you could cum from the contact.

“Grinding against another man while your boyfriends are only a few feet away is you being good? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?” Minho slips his hand out from between your thighs and lifts it to your chin. You try to catch his fingers between your lips, but he closes his hand around your throat before you can. Small gasps leave you as he squeezes ever so slightly. With slow and calculated steps, Minho pushes you backward until your back hits the wall. It’s surprisingly cool against your exposed skin; the tanktop covering your torso doesn’t do much to protect you from the chill. “Words, kitten.”

“N-No, sir. I’ve been – I’ve been obedient. Listened to you. Been good for you,” you stammer through the pressure against your neck.

“And yet you were just ready to fuck another man. A fucking slut, if you ask me.”

You want to squeeze your thighs together as another wave of arousal hits you. Minho doesn’t let you do that; instead, he slips his muscular thigh between your legs and presses it flush against your clothed core. Weak whimpers fall from your lips at the sudden pressure. Minho’s hand slips away from your throat and moves off to the side. His attention drifts for only a second, but you take that second to roll your hips forward, core rubbing against the hard muscles of Minho’s thigh. A low growl reverberates through his chest as he jerks his chin back to look at you.

“Hands. Now.” You don’t have time to think before Minho pushes your arms down and holds them behind your back. You didn’t see him pick up a tie at any point, but seeing as you are in some random person’s bedroom, there could be anything here that Minho can use against you. It doesn’t take long for him to wrap the tie around your wrists, binding them together with haste. He doesn’t tie it too tight, just enough for you to not be able to slip out of them or use your hands effectively, and your lips fold into a delicate pout when you realize it. He knows how much you love to touch him. You always have to have your hands on him, touching him and trailing over his body, and he’s just taken that privilege away from you. If you weren’t certain that you’re in trouble before, you most definitely are now.

“S-Sir,” you plea, pout deepening as you writhe against the bonds. Minho leans back with a satisfied grin. His thigh remains between yours, and as his smirk stretches wider, he flexes the muscle against your core.

“Go ahead, slut. Try to get off on my thigh now.”

“Th-This isn’t – ah, M-Minho, this isn’t – isn’t f-fair.” His constant movements against your folds elicit soft gasps from you, and you squirm as he presses harder against your throbbing core. The man above you laughs through his nose and leans closer to your face. His hot breath fans over your lips as he speaks again, this time in a much softer and colder tone.

“You know what else isn’t fair? Grinding against my best friend while I’m several feet away. So if I tell you to ride my fucking thigh, you better do so, slut.” Minho pulls away before you can press your lips against his, and your disappointment comes out in a high-pitched whine.

You brace yourself on the wall as best you can, placing your hands flat against the cold surface. At that moment, you realize that you aren’t against a wall at all, and you shift your head to look. The reflection looking back at you confirms those suspicions. Minho refuses to let your attention stay on the mirror for long. He rolls his hips forward, thigh rubbing harshly against your clothed clit, and you bring your head forward again to look at the man. The angle is awkward with your arms twisted behind your back. Minho has you pinned to the mirror, hands splayed on either side of your head, and your tongue almost throbs at the thought of having his fingers between your lips. That mental image spurs you to rock your hips up against Minho’s thigh. He all but purrs as you begin to obey his commands, a pleased smirk stretching his lips.

You can’t get enough friction like this; his thigh seems so far away despite it being pressed flush against your folds, and no matter how hard you try to chase an orgasm, you can’t manage to do so. Minho watches you struggle with amusement in his eyes. Something tells you that this isn’t the full extent of the punishment he has in mind for you, and you honestly hope it isn’t because there’s at least one more thing you want him to do before he fucks you senseless.

He catches you off-guard after a few minutes of struggling to ride his thigh. Fingers press your lips open, and you moan before he even slips them into your mouth, tongue slipping out to coat his digits in saliva. His hands are a bit damp with sweat, and he tastes salty, but you relish the taste as he pushes his fingers all the way into your mouth. His thumb anchors on your chin, and he gives one shallow thrust into your mouth. You aren’t expecting it when an orgasm crashes over you, and neither is Minho. Your thighs squeeze around his leg, body trembling as you cum, and Minho pulls his fingers out of your mouth. He huffs in annoyance, removing his thigh from between your legs. You nearly slump to the ground thanks to your legs feeling like jelly, but Minho holds you up, hands coming to rest on your biceps.

“I don’t recall giving you permission to cum, princess.”

“I-I’m sorry, sir. I d-didn’t mean to, I promise, I really didn’t mean to. I just – your fingers–” You cut off with a startled yelp as Minho spins you around and presses you facefirst against the mirror. His hands snake around the front of your hips to tug your zipper down, then he yanks your pants to the floor in one motion. A shaky moan escapes you when you realize what’s coming next. You couldn’t be more grateful for an early orgasm as Minho’s rough hands roll over your ass.

The snap of skin against skin resounds. Your ass burns from the impact, the flat of Minho’s hand leaving a stinging sensation across your skin. Another slap comes a second later, and you buck your hips forward, biting down so hard on your lip that you could draw blood. A moan threatens to tumble forth, but if Minho notices how much you’re enjoying the punishment, he’ll stop, so you bite the moans back and take spank after spank until your chest is heaving. Each slap causes your head to spin, thighs pressing together in attempts to spur another orgasm. Minho times each one just far enough apart to make the orgasm dangle just out of reach. A whine must slip out without you noticing because Minho halts his movements to press against you, lips hot on your ear.

“What was that, kitten?”

“No-Nothing, sir.”

Minho exhales against your skin, and you shiver at the touch of his breath. His eyes aren’t on you – at least not directly, because he looks just past you to blink at your reflection in the mirror. Something about the intensity of his stare causes embarrassment to coil in your gut.

“God, look at you. Such a slut for me. You’re practically drooling from getting spanked.” Air hisses through his teeth as he inhales sharply. Fingers trail down your back and cling to the tie around your wrists. Minho yanks you back, a few moans slipping out of you as he does. “Look at yourself while I spank, princess. See how pathetic and needy you are. Desperate little slut.”

You do as asked. Shame burns your neck and cheeks as you watch your own expression. Minho’s hand comes down against the curve of your ass again. Your face contorts, lips parting in a silent moan and brows tightening as you ride out the impact. The sight is so raw and filthy, and you’ll never tell Minho but arousal twists through you. When he brings his hand down to your ass again, you squeeze your thighs together with just enough pressure, and a second orgasm hits. You slump against the mirror as your knees give out. Minho holds you up by your wrists, having no mercy and continuing to spank you until your orgasm passes.

“How can you be such a fucking slut, kitten? Cum untouched because I’m spanking you?” Minho pulls you back against his chest. His lips drag over your jaw, pressing soft kisses against your skin and traveling lower with his next words. “Someone is a glutton for punishment.”

Rather than responding, you twist in Minho’s hold and manage to turn to face him. His lips continue to trail a path of wet kisses down your neck. The sudden gentleness makes you overwhelmingly sensitive, especially as he presses you against the cold mirror. He snakes his hands down to slide between your ass and the chill of the mirror when he hears your startled hiss. His hands massage soft circles into the skin he just spanked. Finally, he kisses you on the lips, and he slips his tongue into your wet cavern after only a second. You revel in the swiftness of his actions, taking his tongue between your teeth and sucking lightly at the muscle. A soft moan leaves you. Minho trails his hands up to pull at the knots of the tie around your wrists. You can wiggle loose this time, and the second you’re free, you throw your arms around Minho’s neck and tangle your fingers in his hair.

“F-Fuck, that’s hot.” The sudden intrusion of a new and somewhat foreign voice causes you to pull off Minho, and you both jerk to see whoever just stepped in. Hyunjin is the first to come into view, although you know it wasn’t his voice that just spoke. He has his hand closed around someone’s collar, and you can’t figure out who it is through the hazy darkness until Hyunjin says his name.

“Don’t get any bright ideas, Sungie.”

Jisung.

Your jaw nearly drops to the floor. Minho releases a throaty chuckle as he glances over your shock. Hyunjin ignores the two of you in favor of pulling Jisung further into the room and locking the door behind him.

“Did you think your punishment was over, princess?” Minho says, his tone sickly sweet against your skin, and a bead of sweat drips from his chin to your shoulder. “He is going to watch every second of this. Watch us fuck you raw and senseless. Claim you as ours. So that you both know who you belong to.”

“I-I–” you swallow around nothing. The situation should be embarrassing and shameful on so many levels, but as you watch Hyunjin situate a chair directly across from the king-sized bed, your core tightens with arousal and heat pools in your gut. You want Jisung to watch them use you and fuck you without mercy. To see you in shambles because of the way they fuck you. You want him to see it all and know that he’s one of the reasons behind it.

Minho’s hands are at your waist and moving lower and lower by the second. You can’t take your eyes off Jisung, too lost in your imagination to focus on anything else. Minho pulls your underwear down first and lets it pool around your ankles, then he stands back up straight to tug your tank top off. Your bra follows soon after, and Minho tosses it at Jisung’s face with a cruel smile.

“That’s all you’re gonna get to touch tonight, Sungie.” You help him pull the clothes clinging to his body off, shirt damp with sweat. It’s harder to get his pants off with his straining cock, but he stops you before you can start pulling them down. “Foot of the bed. Right in front of Jisung.”

You move quickly to follow the command, going to stand in front of the chair Jisung is now perched in. Hyunjin stands beside him with arms crossed over his chest. His dark eyes rake over your naked body as you walk by him, equal parts lust and hunger in them, and the burn of his gaze makes goosebumps rise across your skin. Minho follows you to the bed and sits down on the edge of it. All he does is spread his legs ever so slightly, smirking down at you rather than speaking. Having been with him for so long, you know exactly what he wants.

You fall to your knees in front of his crotch, hands sliding over his still-clothed thighs. You work the button open and tug at the zipper. Your fingers brush over the prominent bulge underneath, and Minho hisses at the contact, hands clenching around the comforter under him. He lifts his hips a bit when you start tugging the pants down. You feel the mattress dip slightly, but it’s not because of Minho; rather, it’s Hyunjin climbing up behind the man, shirt gone and forgotten as he drapes his long arms over Minho’s shoulders and presses soft kisses to the shell of his ear. You hurry to get rid of the rest of Minho’s clothes, eager to put his dick in your mouth. It’s been too long since you had something in your mouth, you miss the heat of Minho’s fingers and tongue, and you only grow more wanton as you watch Hyunjin curl the ball of his tongue piercing over Minho’s ear.

Minho hisses as you yank the band of his underwear over his erection, and his large cock bounces up against his abdomen. The tip already glistens with beads of precum. You don’t waste any more time in wrapping your fingers around the base of his member. When you pull him between your lips, he brings a hand to the back of your head, combing through your locks with a lust-filled gaze on your mouth. You coat the tip of his cock with small licks at first and dribble strings of spit over him so you can pump the remainder of his member with more ease. You certainly can’t fit the entirety of his cock in your mouth, but Minho loves seeing how small you look with his dick stretching your lips wide open as you bop up and down on him.

You work your way up to that though, taking your time in lavishing his length with gentle kisses and licking long stripes up the underside of his cock. You trace each bulging vein with care before swirling your tongue over the weeping slit of his cock. You take as much as you can in one go, managing to get halfway down before he presses against your throat. A small gag slips through and you pull off in haste to take a quick inhale of air before going down on him again.

Minho throws his head back against Hyunjin’s shoulder, hand limp in your hair as you bob up and down on his member. He hits the back of your throat with each thrust. You’re getting more used to the sensation with each passing second and try to take him deeper and deeper until your nose presses against his shaved crotch. You hesitate there for a few seconds, letting your throat squeeze around him, and Minho lets out a choked moan. You blink up at him as you pull up, sure to make a show out of the way his cock pulls at your lips. His breaths are labored and quick already. Hyunjin’s hands work at his nipples, teasing them as he sucks dark marks against Minho’s collarbone. Minho almost looks helpless like this, and that encourages you to continue your ministrations on his member. He always looks so pretty when gasping for breath with stuttering hips. You are determined to get him there in seconds.

When you next drop your lips over his cock, you hollow your cheeks along his length, bobbing up and down on him with haste. Hyunjin’s touches must increase in frequency as well because Minho’s small gasps turn into low moans that resound alongside the lewd noises of your mouth bouncing on his cock. He bucks his hips up into your mouth, forcing his cock further down your throat, and you move with him. His legs are beginning to twitch and jerk, and you know that he’s close to cumming, so you pull off and press your tongue to the tip of his member as you continue to jerk him off with one of your hands. He cums with a prolonged moan. Hot cum spurts over your tongue and chin, and you giggle a bit breathlessly as you watch him twitch under Hyunjin’s incessant touches. Minho recovers from the orgasm quickly though, and he reaches down to cup your chin, collecting the excess cum from your skin onto his fingers. A small whimper falls from your lips as he teases your mouth with the same fingers. He only fucks his fingers into your wet heat once you show him that you haven’t swallowed the cum in your mouth yet.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, thrusting his cum-covered fingers into your mouth with fervor. You suck at his digits, eager to both take his cum and have his fingers in your mouth. He keeps his fingers there as he stands up on sturdy legs, and Hyunjin is forced to pull off him as he moves. Minho shifts you so that you can see Jisung out the corner of your eye, and honestly, you had forgotten that he was there because he’s been so quiet. Minho pries your mouth open a little wider, keeping his fingers where they are, then leans down to add a dribbling of spit to the mess of cum and saliva in your mouth. “Swallow.”

As his fingers slip out, you close your lips and swallow the mixture, wincing a little as it burns a path down your throat. You drop your jaw once it’s down to show Minho that you did as asked. Jisung squirms in the chair next to you. You can see the bulge of his erection in his pants but he doesn’t do anything about it as Minho pulls you to your feet and lifts you onto the bed. Hyunjin is there to greet you, antsy hands rushing to run all over your body. Your lips meet in a clash of spit and teeth. Hyunjin slips his tongue between your lips, and you rush to latch onto the muscle. The metal bead brushes against your teeth, warm from the heat of his mouth, and you suck on his wet muscle. The action draws a moan from him, one that vibrates against your mouth. Minho is a talented kisser, yes, but kissing Hyunjin never gets old, especially when he gets more vocal and puts that piercing to use.

Unfortunately, you don’t get to kiss him for long because Minho tugs you back a bit. Hyunjin releases a huff of air as you detach, then climbs off the bed to shed the rest of his clothes with haste. You brace yourself for the touch of Minho’s fingers against your folds, but instead, something much more wet hits you. You nearly squeal as Minho latches onto your hips and tugs you back. All of a sudden, you are perched over his pretty face, and his glinting eyes look up at you unblinking and intense. The lower half of his face is shrouded by your crotch and thighs. When another wet sensation drags over your folds, you release a weak whimper. You’re already sensitive from two orgasms, but you know Minho won’t let you off his face until you’ve had at least two more.

Hyunjin pulls your attention back to him with his long fingers. They trail over your chin and pull you lower and lower until you’re face to face with Hyunjin’s now-exposed cock. He’s a bit longer than Minho, who is already impressive in length as it is, but a tad on the slimmer side. You tease the corners of your mouth as you look over his member, eager to wrap your lips around him.

“Fuck, can’t wait to fuck your pretty little mouth, kitten,” Hyunjin groans. He teases your lips with the tip of his cock, smearing dribbles of precum over your skin. “See my big cock bulge in your tiny throat like always, yeah?”

You can only manage a hasty nod; the sensation of Minho’s tongue between your folds clouds all coherent thought.

“Safeword, princess?” Hyunjin asks. He brings a hand down to cup your chin and forces you to look him in the eye.

“Three taps on the thigh if I can’t breathe, six if I need you to stop.”

“Good girl,” he coos with a gentle smile. Hyunjin pushes into your wet heat with one quick thrust. He easily hits the back of your throat without bottoming out, and he stops there for the time being. A hand wraps around your hair, and Hyunjin steadies his grip before giving a shallow thrust into your mouth. You moan around his member, letting your jaw go slack as he starts to fuck into you slowly. Minho’s tongue continues to work magic between your legs. He snakes the muscle down lower to tease your hole a few times then fucks his tongue into you without warning. Again you moan around Hyunjin’s cock, but this time, the action urges Hyunjin to bury himself further in your throat. The strain is intense and painful for a few seconds. You worry that it won’t pass, ready to bring up a hand to Hyunjin’s thigh, but he shifts the angle, and all of a sudden, he’s sliding against your tight throat without any pain on your end.

A sharp stinging sensation blossoms over your core, and your gut nearly convulsed from the sudden blinding pleasure. You don’t realize what Minho is up to until he repeats the motions, slapping the flat of his hand against your clit as his tongue fucks in and out of you. Your moans are lewd and frequent, the only thing holding them back is Hyunjin’s cock rubbing against your throat. The next slap to your clit sends you over the edge a third time, and your thighs tremble around Minho’s head as he refuses to let up, fingers spanking against your overstimulated and sensitive clit until he’s satisfied. Hyunjin pulls out of your mouth with haste as he sees you cumming, letting you take several gasps of air to recover from the intense pleasure. When he pushes back into your mouth, you can barely hold yourself up, muscles weak and shaky already.

Two fingers push into your cunt alongside Minho’s tongue. He makes quick work of scissoring you open like that, dragging his wet muscle between those fingers every time he stretches you open. That doesn’t last as long as you want it to, and Minho’s fingers leave your heat to travel elsewhere. If you could gasp, you would, but Hyunjin is still keeping your mouth preoccupied. Minho traces over your puckered hole with his index finger, humming against your core as he pushes into the tight ring. He moves with gentle and slow motions and hesitates each time your hole tightens around his digit. You know he’s prepping you in advance for Hyunjin – Minho has never been one to particularly enjoy anal – and you’re grateful that he’s going ahead with it while eating you out because you can distract yourself from the lack of lube.

He manages to slip a second finger in with relative ease, fingers slick with spit and your juices. Hyunjin’s thrusts slow in pace, and he pauses to let you catch your breath again as Minho fucks his fingers into your ass. You whine at the empty sensation in your mouth and reach for Hyunjin’s glistening member, but he pushes your hand down before you can catch hold of him.

“Let Min work you open a bit, baby girl. I gotta make sure you breathe properly during this, okay?” Hyunjin thumbs over your chin again, caving as you catch one of his long fingers between your lips. You suck at it with fervor, and a pleased hum leaves you when he adds two more fingers to your mouth. He pumps his cock with his free hand, keeping close to your face while you suck on his fingers. “You’re doing so well, princess. Fuck, look how well you’re taking Min’s fingers.”

The quiet praises send shocks of pleasure through you. You’re certain that you could cum again like this, especially if Hyunjin praises you any more, but he doesn’t, and Minho pulls his mouth off you unexpectedly. You whine around Hyunjin’s fingers at the sudden loss of contact. Minho pays you no mind as he slips out from under your body and kneels behind you, pulling you up by the hips. Hyunjin tugs his fingers out of your mouth as Minho teases your folds with the head fo his cock. He’s warm when he pushes into you. The stretch of his large member is painless; he prepped you well for it, and when he starts thrusting in and out of you, you release a chorus of moans. Hyunjin returns to your mouth, dragging a finger over your swollen lips before muffling your moans with his cock.

He’s already close when he starts fucking back into your mouth, so he doesn’t last long. He pulls out after a handful of thrusts and jerks himself to completion, hot strands of cum coating your open mouth and face. A few bits of cum dribble to the bed, but Hyunjin is quick to scoop them up and smear them over your neck. He purrs as he looks down at you, admiring you like you’re a work of art he just created, then he gathers the white strands and pushes them into your mouth. He doesn’t stop until he’s gotten every last drop, and you just wait for him to finish his work. Hyunjin bends down to capture your lips in a hot kiss before you swallow his load. His tongue swirls over yours, pushing the cum around so it coats every last bit of your mouth. Long fingers close around your throat as he kisses you, and you moan at the slight squeeze he gives to your skin.

You don’t even realize it, but the overwhelming pleasure from Minho’s thrusts and Hyunjin’s worship in your mouth causes something in you to snap. Hyunjin is the first to notice the tears streaming down your cheeks, bringing his hand off your throat to wipe them away with a furrowed brow.

“Kitten, are you in pain?”

You shake your head almost instantly so that Minho doesn’t slow his thrusts.

“F-Feels so – so good, s-sir. Feels so good. I-I – fuck, I c-can’t–” You cut off with a loud whine, and Hyunjin shushes you with a soft kiss. He continues to pepper your skin with similar kisses while you babble, pleasure clouding your thoughts. “So big, s-sir is so big. Feels so – so good, Jinnie.”

“I know, baby, I know.” Hyunjin exchanges a glance with the man behind you. Minho’s thrusts halt out of the blue, and the warmth in your cunt disappears as he pulls out. Before you have time to complain, Minho is pulling you over his body as he falls back into a reclining position. You let him position you, too weak from the pleasure and lust to do more than move your legs over his hips. He doesn’t fuck back into you yet though, and Hyunjin disappears to move behind you. You inhale sharply as the taller man suddenly prods at your ass, hands splayed over your skin and pushing your cheeks apart. He enters you slowly, hissing as your tight hole swallows him up. Minho whispers soft praises into your ear as you take Hyunjin deeper and deeper until he’s fully sheathed in you.

“You’re doing so well, kitten. Such a good little girl for us, no?” Minho murmurs against your skin, and you instinctively nod along to his words. Hyunjin doesn’t move, remaining still in your ass for what feels like hours. The burning sting subsides and leaves you desperate for movement, but Hyunjin still doesn’t start thrusting. Minho guides his cock back to your folds, pressing just the tip in, and he watches you expression with intense scrutiny. You can’t focus on his gaze as he continues to push into you.

No matter how many times the three of you do this, you always feel like you’re being split in two when they both penetrate you. The pain is unimaginable, but you grin and bear it because the pleasure it gives you after is the best pleasure you’ve ever had. Minho finally bottoms out, and a small hiss whistles through his gritted teeth when your walls squeeze tight around his cock.

“P-Please move,” you whisper, cracking an eye open to gauge Minho’s expression. As soon as he hears your permission, the glint in his eyes settles back into lust, and his hips buck against yours. Hyunjin moves in time with Minho. His cock slides in and out of you, and each thrust leaves you with a pleasant burn that has you moaning between the two men. Minho’s hands linger on your hips as he fucks you, guiding you against his dick.

It’s a miracle that you keep it together as long as you do, but the barrage of pleasure is too much to handle. A final orgasm hits you with more force than the last ones. It fills your entire body with warmth, gaze going fuzzy as Minho and Hyunjin fuck you through it. Hyunjin is next to cum, and he buries himself deep in your ass before cumming into you with a groan. Minho continues to chase his orgasm, thrusting up into you wildly as Hyunjin huffs above you. You squeeze your velvet walls around his cock in efforts to bring him over the edge quicker. It works like a charm; moments later, Minho’s hips still, and he cums in you. He releases a shaky exhale, hands maintaining a tight grip on your hips as you slump against his chest.

The exhaustion settles in quickly. Even when Hyunjin pulls out of you, you feel warm, and Minho doesn’t move either, cock and cum still deep in you. You drop your head to his chest and glance over to where Jisung still sits. His jaw is dropped a bit, shock evident on his features, but one quick glance down at his pants shows you that he enjoyed himself a bit too much and came all over his stomach.

“We’ll be using your shower then, Sungie,” Hyunjin announces, rolling off the bed with a content sigh. Minho laughs through his nose, and the air causes small goosebumps to rise over your skin. He sits up with you still on his softening cock. You latch onto him, arms draping over his shoulders before he can even think about pulling out of you, and he pulls the two of you off the bed to follow Hyunjin into the bathroom. Over Minho’s shoulder, you can see Jisung’s still-shocked expression of disbelief. He recovers just before Minho closes the bathroom door behind the two of you and calls out to you with a shaky but clear tone.

“W-We’re gonna do this again sometime, right?”

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[aggressive-positivity-network]

[Tf2 headcannon thingy] how would everyone react to scouts ex leaving him with a kid

Oooh, spicy! Real spicy!

TF2 Deadbeat Ex Headcanons

Engineer:

Is one of the few mercs that actually knows anything about children.

The kid likes Engie best he is a) not scarily massive and b) doesn’t treat them like some animal escaped from the zoo.

His rage is well hidden, but god forbid the ex ever shows up at the base again.

The ex actually showed up with a new boyfriend, wanting some of their clothes back.

“Well, no problem, pardner. Lemme just...treat ‘em first. For lice and th’ like. Y’know how dirty us mercenaries can be.”

He shuts the door, opens it a few minutes later with a shoebox of ashes, then slams the door in the ex’s face.

Demo:

Will come in handy when the kid gets a little older, and he likes to hold the baby occasionally, but when it comes to actually taking care of it, he can’t be trusted.

“Ah, my ma gave me whiskey when I was a lad ‘n I turned out fine...”

As for the ex?

He’d be apathetic when sober - he’s seen it all before.

But drunk?

Someone’s house is getting blown up while a victorious Scottish battle song is played on a crappy MP3 player.

Medic:

Has a real soft spot for children, being a doctor and all, but every person under twelve that isn’t insane gives him a wide girth.

So, for a while, he avoided the baby, only giving it the initial check-up.

However, one night, the baby was crying, and he was the only one awake. He immediately donned his gloves and lab coat and went into the baby’s room, which was a cleaned out supply room with a crib and a few of Pyro’s old toys.

The baby didn’t need anything specific - the new place and the darkness had simply scared it.

Medic reached into crib and tried to pick up the child, but they only screamed louder. He hurriedly took off his gloves and tried again.

The baby calmed a bit, now only whining and whimpering. Medic turned on a lamp and rocked the baby in his arms.

The baby fell back asleep after a while, but Medic kept rocking it for a little longer.

Scout came in at one point, and Medic showed him how to properly hold the baby before disappearing back into his lab.

Ever since then, Medic felt both more affection for the child and more hatred towards the ex.

When he is tired or unmotivated, he sometimes makes little machines of torture in case the ex ever crosses him again.

Sniper:

Doesn’t hate kids, but doesn’t particularly like them, either.

Unless they can properly aim a gun or appreciate Taylor Swift, him and children have nothing in common.

He was actually the one to suggest the break-up to Scout, though, so he feels a little bad for putting his teammate in that position.

He mostly acts as a person for Scout to talk with, especially about being an adult and the feelings he still has for his ex.

“You did the right thing, mate. She made your life a living ‘ell...I’ve seen some pieces ‘a work in my time, but she was the whole bloody museum.”

He definitely has moments with the baby, though, despite his reluctance.

One time, he was cleaning his gun, and cocked it to make sure it moved smoothly.

The baby started giggling, so Sniper cocked his gun again, which sent them into hysterics.

A few minutes later, they were both laughing, and Miss Pauling poked her head in to see them both on the floor, guffawing.

Once Sniper got ahold of himself, he said, “That there is a future mercenary!”

Heavy:

LOVES children, but it took the baby a while to realize that this giant of a man was on their side.

Knows the most about children out of all the mercenaries, and is the go-to for a baby-sitter when Scout has an assignment.

Heavy doesn’t hold anything against the ex, though he doesn’t respect nor condone their actions.

He was the one who discussed the matter with the ex - he was the only one who wouldn’t kill them.

“You are leaving child with man you loved for three months. We will take. Heavy will take. But child now is not yours. You are not ma. You are just stranger. Do not come back. Heavy will break you.”

He also consoled Scout when he was the most upset, building him back up to his old self...well, as much as Heavy could.

Spy:

Really doesn’t like children, but puts up with it for Scout’s sake.

Never holds it, takes care of it, or even looks at it. However, he did stop smoking around it without Pauling even having to ask.

One day, he saw Scout crying outside of the baby’s room. Scout tried to pass it off as fatigue, but Spy, uncharacteristically gentle, stood with him until he could speak without sobbing.

Scout said he couldn’t be a father, and that only a few weeks ago he had blown up the lab, and what would happen if he killed it...!

“Scout.”

Spy put a hand on Scout’s shoulder.

“You may be impulsive, illiterate, vainglorious, a bit self-absorbed, and generally immature...”

“Gee, thanks.”

“Shut up. I’m not finished. But, all of that said, you are not cruel. You are not stupid. You are not vindictive. You took this child, despite everything, and you have taken care of them. You still wish good things upon a broken-off lover, and you took her creation with determination. Many men would leave such an offer on the side of the road or in an abandoned schoolhouse. If you can overcome such a deep loss, you can take care of a child. You are ready.”

“Really?”

“Oui. Besides, you have a doctor, a muscle-bound love bug, and, if all else fails, a woman. You are not alone.”

“Wait, so...you’ll help me change them?”

“Hell no. Well...not yet, anyway. Time will tell.”

Soldier:

Soldier is the one to bring all the supplies, food, and anything else the baby might need anywhere the team would need to take it.

He also buys most of it, since he is so ready to go to a gas station in the middle of the night.

However, this did lead to an odd exchange between him and an old woman.

“Oh, running out for the wife, I see!”

“SCOUT’S A DAD!”

“A...a dad? Oh, are you an uncle? A brother, perhaps?”

“WE’RE ALL DADS!”

“How...how many of you are there?”

“AT LEAST THREE!”

“Oh, mercy...”

When it comes to the baby, both Scout and Miss Pauling are hesitant to leave him alone with it.

Maybe when the kid is a little older.

Pyro:

Would love to hold and play with the baby, but it cries every time they get near it.

They refuse to take off their mask, but Miss Pauling always finds them sadly rocking a bunched up blanket whenever the baby gets freaked out.

In order to combat the problem, Miss Pauling got them a realistic baby doll to hold while the real thing was being passed around.

It definitely helped, but there are still times when they’re a little melancholy about it.

The only way they can really interact with the baby is through their puppet shows.

Since he can’t be understood anyway and no one can see his mask, the baby’s delighted by the shows Pyro puts on.

Pyro is slowly but surely gained the baby’s trust by having a puppet on one hand while holding the baby in the other.

As for the ex, the team has only told them vague things about it. They aren’t sure how they’ll react, and the last thing they need is another criminal trial.

For now, they’re just saying that they found the kid.

[1kook]

jungkook + pure female pleasure

no joke that was deadass the title of the pornhub vid that inspired this tags: smut, domestic if u squint, handjob (f-receiving), a lil tit grabbin  wc: not even 2k lol  notes: why do all my ideas come to fruition at 1 am also this is one of many Jungkook fics I’ve started in the past week many of which will never see the light of day <3 god bless x2 bc its not proofread 

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Realistically, Jungkook knows you don’t mean to entice him the way you do. You just loved being in his general vicinity, loved being drowned in his affection, being the sole object of his attention. And he knows it’s the long, busy week you both had that’s making you like this tonight, extra cuddly and extra sweet to him. He’d almost died when you opened the door to your apartment, so soft and warm in one of his big t-shirts and a pair of shorts so little your ass fell out.

He was whipped, anyone could tell you as much, but Jungkook didn’t care. Sure, he’d been deeply connected with other women before, but the way you made him feel, the comfort and adoration you’ve brought him in only the past six months of dating, was surreal. He knows now, all those other relationships he’d been in? Those flings and short-lived romances? Child’s play compared to the sheer amount of love you drowned him in.

Which is why he feels bad when he tells you he can’t tonight, right after your fingers toy with the waistband of his joggers—he came here straight after the gym, smelly and stinky and gross, because if he had stopped at his home, he’d most likely lose the energy to come see you tonight, and after the week you’ve had he couldn’t do that to you—and your lips trail across his neck. He’d felt terrible, watching the tiny pout on your lips as you registered his confession, and even worse when you smoothed it over and assured him all was right so long as he was here beside you.

It’s been twenty minutes now, and Jungkook was out of it. Was it the guilt from not being able to please you? You, who had done everything in your power to grant Jungkook the happiest six months of his life thus far. Guilt... or shame that he was so tired he couldn’t please you, his literal goddess. He wasn’t sure, and between being caught up in those thoughts, and balancing the bowl of popcorn on his lap, his brain can’t keep up. The popcorn tumbles over after a particularly jerky movement from him, the buttery food toppling onto your lap where it immediately sets into your tiny shorts.

“Jungkook!” You gasp in surprise, hopping to your feet to brush the oil away quickly. He sputters into action, rounding up the sullied popcorn bits and dumping them back into the bowl—it had no use now anyway. “Ah,” you say, when the chaos dies over and you’re left greasy from the food. “I’m gonna go get changed real quick, okay?”

“Wait—I’m sorry,” he sighs, catching your wrist in his hand. You pause, regarding him with curious eyes as you watch him slump over in his seat. “I’m fucking up real bad tonight, aren’t I?”

You plop down beside him, and Jungkook feels even worse seeing how sleek your thighs are with popcorn oil. “You’ve done nothing wrong, baby,” you assure him, brushing a hand down the nape of his neck. He relaxes into the touch. “Well, you did waste all that popcorn and get me dirty, but!” He rolls his eyes, obsesses over the quirk of your smile a little too much to be normal. “Nothing my little Rumba and a shower won’t fix.”

He groans as he leans back into the couch, and you chuckle at his dramatics. You shift, and his eyes flicker down to your legs again. “Take these off,” he huffs, doesn’t realize the implications of his words until you’re kneeling beside him in a little black thong. He folds your shorts around, figures if they’re dirty they might as well get dirtier as he wipes your thighs with the cotton.

“My hero,” you tease, wiggle your shoulders at him, and that’s when it hits him.

He gives your body a brief once over, doesn’t miss the way your thighs shift about the longer he stares at you. A lightbulb goes off somewhere, and he’s tossing your shorts to the ground, tugging you into his lap. “Baby,” you laugh, body pliant against his palms as he shifts you about. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Jungkook presses a kiss to your mouth, and part of him revels in the way your lips drop open so easily for him, a tiny exhale escaping you as he pecks your lips a couple more times. “Come here,” he says, ignoring your question as he spreads his legs wide, maneuvering you to sit in the open space between with your legs thrown over one leg, upper body thrown over the other.

“Jungkook,” you warn once the realization hits you, but he shushes you by ducking down and pressing another kiss to your lips.

“Let me take care of you, doll,” he murmurs, grabs the knee closest to him in one hand, slowly trailing his palm across the meat of your thighs.

You say no more as you melt into his hold, and part of Jungkook is happy to see that he has the same effect on you as you do on him. He massages your inner thigh a little more, let’s his fingers barely brush against the fabric of your thong. “So good to me,” he says, and the noise from the tv fades away as his ears hone in on the shaky exhales leaving your throat.

Your lower lip trembles when he makes eye contact with you, awaiting his first move. When he finally does run his palm over your mound, your hips arch deliciously into the air. “Woah, woah,” he chuckles, pressing his other hand down against your hip to hold you down, though it eventually let’s go in favor of smoothing over your stomach and ribs.

“Jungkook,” you huff, and he hums, pressing his thumb down over your bud. “J-Jungkook!” You gasp, hips swiveling at the sudden contact. He shushes you, rubs his thumb in circles as you continue to twitch and wiggle about.

You were so sensitive, and he was so in love.

“So pretty,” he tells you, stretching his fingers down to rub over your clothed folds. You moan, and your ability to stay still slowly begins to wither away as he presses harder and harder into you. “Just wanna fuck your pretty little brains out,” he admits,

Your back arches, and his big t-shirt slides down (up?) your body, pooling just before the swell of your breasts. He knew you weren’t wearing a bra, had felt your soft chest when you’d hugged him at the door. He pushes your shirt out of the way, massaging your boobs. You cry out at the sensation, hips circling up into his palm.

“More, more,” you whine, legs and arms stretching out wildly the faster he rubs his thumb over your clit. But it’s not enough, Jungkook Can tell by the way your brow furrows and the way you press his hand tighter against your breast.

“Take these off for me, doll,” he encourages, tugging at the hem of your thong and watches the way it rolls into itself the further down it goes, until you’re kicking it off your ankle with no consideration. He knocks your knees apart, can’t help but salivate at the glistening folds that present themselves to him.

“So wet, and tight,” he mumbles, dives his finger down just barely between your folds. You squeal, bucking into his palm. “And so, so responsive.”

“Please, just touch… touch me,” you cry out, grinding into his palm.

“Don’t worry your pretty head off, sweetheart,” Jungkook assures you, slides the point of his middle finger past your folds and into your core. You’re tighter than he remembers, but so warm and inviting. “Wanna make you cum and cum, until you’re shaking,” he says, and though he’s become so riled up by seeing you like this, his heart still flutters when you grab onto his shoulder, the fabric of his shirt bunched between your clenched fist.

Without the presence of that skimpy thing, there’s nothing that stops him from pressing his thumb against your clit. You positively mewl at the touch, your leg sporadically kicking out, sending a throw pillow tumbling off the couch.

“Oh—oh!” You weep, hands desperate to hold anything, anything, and they find their place wrapped around his bicep and grappling onto the side of the couch cushion. Jungkook basks in your reactions, reaches both hands down to rub against your dripping pussy. Every touch of his fingers to your most sensitive parts riles you up more and more, hips bucking into his palm, only to jerk away right after.

“Keep still,” Jungkook coos, smooths a palm over your stomach to push you down again. You moan, the simple touch sending tingles down your spine. And when you squirm about again and end up with a foot dangling off the side of the couch, face so close and overwhelmed, Jungkook can’t help but slot his mouth against yours for the briefest of moments.

It’s apparently the wrong thing to do, because when he pulls away, you're nearly sobbing and desperate for more. “Jungkookie, ther—there!!” You shriek, use the foot on the ground to push your hips up into his palm.

He lets you, mostly because it’s usually Jungkook desperate and horny for you, so to see you quivering and sobbing on his lap, pussy spread out for him to toy with, it boosts something inside of him. He gives your clit another few rubs, swallows the loud moan that threatens to escape, before trailing his hand further down your center.

“No, no,” you cry, looking at Jungkook with watery eyes. Your skin is so warm, every inch soft under his roaming palms. “I’ll cum, Jungkook, I-I’ll com—“

He silences you with another kiss, and for someone who loves you so much, he absolutely adores the way your lips tremble against his, the more distraught you become. “That’s the plan, doll,” he huffs out a quiet chuckle, smiles down at you as your face twists in pleasure.

“Koo—Kook!” You sob, hips bucking wildly into his palm, and Jungkook doesn’t even try to hold you down anymore, let’s you squirm and flail about as you chase your high. His fingers don’t slow either, rubbing against your glistening folds and your clit, until you’re sobbing his name some more.

“Come on, pretty baby,” he croons, reaching down to massage your breasts again. You cry out, flailing wildly. Your back arches so prettily, Jungkook thinks you could have been a renaissance statue, and you come.

“J-Jungkook,” you weep, body releasing a tiny series of twitches as your pleasure washes over you, and you cum all over his hand. He tries his best to keep it from staining your couch, but you come so much that he can barely push it back into you. “Jungkookie,” you whisper a second time, when the waves are beginning to slow and his fingers become too much.

He rushed to reassure you he’s still there, pressing a tender kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Right here, baby,” he murmurs, kissing down your face until he’s sucking against the soft spot behind your ear.

“Fuck,” you murmur, limbs still loose and weak against him.

He hums, pumps his fingers into you one last time, much to your surprise, because he loved the slick feeling of your warm heat enveloping him. “Feel good?” He asks, and you release another pitiful whine when his fingers curl inside of you. He muffles a smile against your jaw.

“Uh huh,” you groan, hips twitching again. You clench around his digits, and Jungkook wonders just how many more times he can unravel you tonight.

[whumpmatsus]

hush. [ Wakabamatsu ]

In which Jyushimatsu wakes up with a migraine, but his big brother is going to take good care of him, so... it’s okay.

Jyushimatsu doesn’t usually wake up easily, unless he hears Ichimatsu’s voice or all the rest of his brothers are arguing.

He’s so full of energy for most of the day, it’s like he recharges at night by sleeping so deeply. Even going to bed with the lights on doesn’t bother him like it might for, say, Ichimatsu. He’s also typically asleep before everyone else… though that doesn’t necessarily translate into being awake earlier.

Tonight, or maybe it’s really early in the morning, he’s woken up by the most excruciating physical pain he’s ever felt.

It feels like someone’s jabbing an ice pick into the left side of his head, right above his eye. The pain isn’t repetitive; rather, it doesn’t seem to actually stop at all. It’s just constant and there and awful.

Worse yet is the fact that it feels like the world is spinning. The sensation makes him panicky, his heart pounding against his ribs, because he knows he isn’t moving. He’s still as can be and it’s everything else that’s moving. Isn’t it?

He exerts what he thinks is an enormous amount of willpower into closing his eyes and clenching his fists. Maybe he’s dreaming? That’s it. He’s just dreaming about being on a boat or something.

It only takes a few seconds for him to decide that is not what’s going on. The rocking sensation is getting worse, and he’s not waking up, so this can’t be a dream.

He takes a breath and throws his hand to the side, frantically searching for his older brother beside him. “Ch… Choromatsu-nii-san…!” He tries to keep his eyes shut. If he opens them again, the pain in his head is going to intensify.

There’s a tired groan from beside him, and the sounds of Choromatsu trying to get his bearings. “Huhm… mmh… Jyushimatsu? Aaah…” He yawns. “Is everything okay?”

“No… no, I don’t feel good…” He wishes he could feel prideful about complaining or guilty for waking his big brother up. Normally, he would at least try to suffer on his own for a bit before going to one of his brothers. Instead, the pain overtakes everything else.

“Aaaah… it’s okay, it’s okay. Don’t worry, I’m right here to take care of you, alright?” Choromatsu is careful as always when he knows one of the others is feeling poorly, and he scoots closer. “Come here. Will it make you feel better if I hold you for a little bit?”

Jyushimatsu isn’t sure. However, as with most other situations, a hug certainly can’t hurt when he isn’t feeling well. “Ahahah… y-yeah, maybe… my head really hurts.” He turns over into his brother’s embrace, expecting to have an easier time calming down once he’s nestled against Choromatsu’s chest.

Choromatsu’s arms reach out to pull Jyushimatsu closer. “Ah, no… I’m sorry, Jyushi. It’s okay… I’ll rub it and maybe you can get back to sleep.”

That sounds nice, but it doesn’t get a chance to happen. Any possibility of peace evaporates as soon as Jyushimatsu rolls onto his side. He opens his eyes briefly only for his vision to wobble and darken. The spinning he’s been feeling takes half a second to blossom into full-on nausea, then he practically chokes on a gag.

It’s all the warning either of them get before suddenly he’s vomited into the space between them ― and, more embarrassingly, he’s pretty sure it splashed Choromatsu in the process.

“Ah! J-Jyushimatsu!” Despite what just happened, Choromatsu moves to pull Jyushimatsu closer to him in an attempt to comfort him, particularly when it becomes clear that his poor little brother has started to wail. “Oh, my God… Jyushi… h-hey, hey, it’s okay! D-don’t cry, please!”

The sound of someone, or maybe the entire rest of their brood, moaning awake on the other side of Choromatsu serves to do nothing except make the pounding in Jyushimatsu’s head louder. His own sobbing makes pressure against his skull and it’s sharp and why can’t he stop?

“Hey, what gives? Are you two assclowns trying to wake the whole fucking neighborhood?” Osomatsu’s voice is groggy and irritated, and it’s just one more thing driving that ice pick deeper into Jyushimatsu’s head.

Jyushimatsu can feel the vibration from the growl Choromatsu gives toward their eldest. “God, would you calm your tits? Jyushimatsu threw up.”

“In the futon?!”

“Are you kidding me right now? He couldn’t help it!”

Osomatsu whines for a second, which is exactly no help to Jyushimatsu’s headache, but then he just yawns. “Geez… what happened??”

“I don’t know…” Choromatsu’s hand combs lightly through his brother’s hair, though it’s not any significant relief. Mostly it makes Jyushimatsu feel less self-conscious; if Choromatsu isn’t freaking out and moving away, he’s probably more worried about Jyushimatsu’s wellbeing than with the fact that he and the futon just got puked on. “He woke me up and said he didn’t feel good, that his head hurt. Then he rolled over so I could hold him, and… threw up.”

Jyushimatsu whimpers pitifully, trying to wipe at his mouth. “I f-feel seasick… my eyes are all blurry… my head hurts really bad…”

Choromatsu lets out a quiet, “Oh…” like he’s had some big moment of realization about what’s going on. “Jyushi… did you feel sick to your stomach before you moved?”

“Mnh-mnh. It just felt like… the world was spinning… still feels like that. I thought I was d-dreaming about being on a boat… then when I moved… my stomach went all flip-floppy… feels a little better now.”

“Okay, okay… that’s good, at least. What about your head? Is the pain mostly on one side?”

“Uh-huh. Like someone’s… trying to drill into my brain right above my left eye…”

“Aw. Gosh. Well, in that case…” He leans down to press a kiss to Jyushimatsu’s head, and pats his back in reassurance. “Sounds like a migraine to me. Like a headache times a thousand, complete with a side of vertigo and aura. I’m sorry Osomatsu is such a dick that he yelled at us.”

“WHAT?! I’m not a dick! I’m just tired!”

Choromatsu hisses as the noise makes Jyushimatsu flinch. “Those things aren’t mutually exclusive, you jackass. And would you show some Goddamn concern for your baby brother over here? You’re talking loud and making him more miserable.”

“You just―” Osomatsu stops dead as he seems to realize that he’s literally just proving Choromatsu’s point. “― Ah, shit, sorry, Jyushi. Uhhh. What are we supposed to do for this? Besides get out of the futon and go set up camp in the living room for the night?”

“Yeah,” comes a low, sleep-husky voice Jyushimatsu recognizes as Ichimatsu’s. “Is there anything we can do? The last time I had a headache that made me blow chunks, I was out of it for the rest of the day and still felt all hazy once it was gone.”

Jyushimatsu almost starts crying again at the thought of feeling so bad for an entire day. He settles for sniffling and tucking his painful head under Choromatsu’s chin.

The action gets the third eldest’s attention, as he’s immediately pulled in closer and gets another kiss on the head. “Aah, well… most of the time, a migraine kind of has to go away on its own. We can try giving him painkillers and making it as dark as possible in here and keeping things quiet…”

Totty snorts. “So keep Osomatsu-nii-san away from him, then.”

“Oh, you two-faced little―”

“Osomatsu-nii-san! Where are your manners? Jyushimatsu-nii-san’s head!”

“I don’t have manners at 5 in the morning on a Monday!”

“Dear brothers, why are we all sniping at each other? Should we not instead be trying to help our little Jyushimatsu?”

“Like you could be any help. Just being around you has to be causing him more pain, Shittymatsu.”

“Cut it the fuck out, all of you!” Choromatsu’s voice comes out in a vicious whisper as he continues to cradle Jyushimatsu. “None of you are helping right now. You guys just… get your pillows, get some extra blankets, and head into the living room. I’ll get Jyushimatsu and I changed, we’ll move over to a clean part of the futon, and I’ll spend the rest of the night in here with him.”

There’s a distinct pause, which almost sounds louder than if anyone had said anything. Finally Ichimatsu speaks up again. “Are you sure? I can stay.”

“No, no, it’s okay, Ichimatsu. I’ve got it. You know I’ll take good care of him.”

Ichimatsu lets out a soft sigh. “… Yeah, I know. Let us know if we can help.”

“I will. You guys go try to get some sleep, okay?”

The other four murmur some well wishes, probably trying not to make things worse, and the sound of the door sliding open is sort of like a knife cutting through Jyushimatsu’s mind. He curls up tighter against Choromatsu, looking for protection.

Though, unfortunately, based on what his big brother said a minute ago, there’s nothing that can really be done to take away the pain. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles, sniffling again. “I didn’t m-mean to throw up on you…”

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. Jyushimatsu, it’s okay. You don’t feel well. It’s not like you wanted to do it.” Choromatsu rubs Jyushimatsu’s back a few times, giving a cautious squeeze to his whole body. “You don’t need to be sorry. Now, listen. I’m gonna close the curtains and blinds and go change my clothes real fast, then I’m gonna try to see if I can get you cleaned up and change your shirt, too. You’re a little dirty… I don’t want you getting nauseous again from the smell. After that I’m gonna carry you to the other side of the futon, and… we’ll make sure the other side gets cleaned up later when you feel better.”

Okay. Okay, that sounds like not too bad of a plan. He can do that, right? It sounds like Choromatsu is going to be the one doing most of the work, so Jyushimatsu shouldn’t have to move too much. That would be ideal; he feels like if he moves to roll onto his back or anything, he might be sick again. “Okay.”

“Okay? Okay. Good, uh… hm… if we can get some painkillers in you, it might help take the edge off the migraine. Do you think maybe you could get some medicine down with a few sips of water?”

“I… I dunno… maybe.” The thought of swallowing anything isn’t pleasant. But if it could potentially take a little bit of the pain away, he can try. What’s the worst thing that could happen? He might hurl again? At least he’ll have given it a shot.

He feels Choromatsu pull away from him. “Alright, we’ll try it, then. I’ll bring a trashcan in here just in case you throw up again. And, ah, let’s see… sometimes an ice pack against your head helps. Want me to bring one?”

He barely resists the urge to nod, because he knows that would be a terrible idea right now. “Mhm.”

“Alright. You just… lie still and don’t move, okay? I’ll be back in a few minutes. Let me see if I can get it a little darker in here…”

There’s a brief rattling sound that comes along with Choromatsu trying to shut the blinds, then a fabric-shifting noise from the curtains.

Instantly the soft sunlight which was trying to filter in is blocked. Despite the fact that it’s not totally pitch black, it feels like shadows have descended on the room. Cool, greyish shadows that are protecting him from the agony of anything bright.

A few minutes seems kind of like an eternity to Jyushimatsu at the moment. He’s still a little dizzy even with his eyes clamped shut, although the nausea has faded into almost nothing, thank goodness. The sharp pain in his head continues, and he’s partially convinced that it’s going to split him in half.

Everything is awful. He’s used to being the one who can tolerate the most extreme things and often is fully involved in those things. Yet, right now, everything is too much. Even his own thoughts are too loud.

The only movement he makes is to reach up a trembling hand and touch his head in some childish hope that holding it will make the hurt stop. Unlike Choromatsu’s gentle kisses, however, just touching the epicenter of the migraine sends a horrible shockwave of pain through his whole body.

When Choromatsu returns, he returns to his little brother curled up in a ball, breathing deeply and still mewling in intense discomfort.

“Hey, Jyushi… I’m back.” He keeps his voice low as he kneels down, giving another couple of rubs to Jyushimatsu’s back. “You doing okay?”

Ugh, why would he ask that?? Jyushimatsu wants to be angry, he is a little annoyed… but Choromatsu is trying to take care of him. He can’t be too pissed when all his big brother wants is to make him as comfortable as possible. “No… it hurts.”

“Aah, I know, I know… I’m sorry. Is it okay if I try to change your shirt now? I can probably do it without making you sit up, if I’m careful… you’ll have to raise your arms, though.”

“Uh-huh… okay.”

“I will have to sit you up to take the medicine in a minute.” His hand pulls at the bottom of Jyushimatsu’s shirt, starting to roll it up. “I’ve got a trashcan here if you think you’re gonna be sick again. Just give a big squeeze to any part of me you can reach if you need to throw up, okay?”

“Mmh, okay…”

It’s a slow process as Choromatsu gradually manages to get Jyushimatsu’s shirt up off him. Jyushimatsu raises his arms when prompted, and that little motion makes him feel like he’s swaying even more than he already felt like. He’s able to keep them up until his brother gets his arms and head through the new shirt, thank goodness.

How he doesn’t accidentally roll into the mess he made in the futon is beyond him. He mostly credits that to Choromatsu, though. It feels like his big brother is holding him pretty steady, from what he can tell.

“There we go,” Choromatsu sighs, with a sound like he’s dusting his hands off. “Do you think you’ll be okay to sit up and take the medicine?”

Before he can stop himself, a small whine comes out. “I… I changed my mind, Choromatsu-nii-san. I think I’ll puke if I sit up and try to swallow anything…”

Choromatsu’s hand kneads gingerly at the base of Jyushimatsu’s neck. Even among everything else, it’s a comforting gesture. “Hey, hey, that’s fine. The water and medicine will still be here when you feel like you’re okay to take it. I’m just gonna carry you over to the other side of the futon now, okay? I’m gonna pick you up, and I’ll go really slow. You gonna be alright?”

“Mmm… y-yeah, I think so. Not too fast… right?”

“Right. And just tell me if you need me to stop for a second. Here we go, okay?”

Jyushimatsu braces himself for the movement, and true to Choromatsu’s word, he’s lifted up very gingerly, in a series of tiny moves rather than one swift one. He keeps his eyes shut as his brother makes a little adjustment, with one arm under Jyushimatsu’s legs and one supporting his back, and his head cradled against Choromatsu’s chest.

Despite his pain, Jyushimatsu finds the energy to give a weak laugh. “Haha… upsy-daisy…”

Choromatsu chuckles along, a barely-there breath of amusement. “Yeah, upsy-daisy. You remember… that one day when we were all kids, and Mom took us to the beach ― that day it was sunny in the morning but started raining when we’d only been in the water for like half an hour?”

“Oh, yeah… hehe… and then we made a beach in the living room when we got home… because I put a bucketful of sand in our tote bag before we started swimming, hehe.”

“Yeah, that’s right! I remember Osomatsu, Karamatsu, and I each grabbed one of you younger guys… Osomatsu grabbed Totty, and Karamatsu grabbed Ichimatsu, and I grabbed you. We carried you out of the water and into the car, haha… running to get out of the rain as fast as we could.”

After a second, Jyushimatsu is laid down in that same careful way Choromatsu picked him up, and having a clean part of the futon under him feels a lot better. Soon enough his older brother is lying next to him, gingerly guiding him into a hug to comfort him. “I remember holding you in my arms way back then just like I did a minute ago. I held you really close and tried to keep you from getting wet, haha.”

“Mmm.” Jyushimatsu snuggles in closer and buries his face in Choromatsu’s chest to try and shut out whatever light might be left. “I think I remember that, too. Hahah… you’re a good big brother. Trying to keep me safe.”

Choromatsu’s hand strokes through Jyushimatsu’s hair; long, syrupy strokes that feel much better than when he tried to hold his head himself. The ice pack must have been set down close, because something cold and soothing is held against the left side of his head. “W-well, you know… you’re a good little brother… worthy of being kept safe.”

“Haha. All the rest of your little brothers… they can suck it, right?”

He snorts, and thank God, it doesn’t disrupt the peace they’ve both been trying to cultivate. “Aah, no… all my brothers are worthy of being kept safe. Even the jackass eldest and the hollow monster baby. But, I mean… don’t tell them I said that.”

Jyushimatsu breathes in and out a few times as he settles in to hopefully get some sleep. “No, no, no… it’d go to their heads.”

“Heh, good. Speaking of dreaming… let’s try to get some rest, okay? Fingers crossed you’ll be feeling better after a little more sleep. If not, at least you won’t be totally conscious for some of the pain. I’ll take the ice pack off in a few minutes here, and all you have to do is let me know if you need anything. Sound like a plan?”

“Mhm. Nighty night, Choromatsu-nii-san.”

A warm breath of a sigh hits the top of his head. In a way, just having his big brother close like this is more comforting than any other remedy he could have suggested. “Night, Jyushi. Feel better soon or else I’m just gonna have to keep taking care of you.”

[babbushka]

Happy Sinday beautiful! I’d like to request “you have to be quiet if you want to cum.” with either Clyde or Flip

(1.1k, closet sex, crying during sex, dirty talk, general horny shenanigans) 

You can barely hear the sound of the music from over your own panted breaths. You’re down the hall, in a storage closet away from the action, and the bass of the music thumps through the walls. There’s rain hitting the roof, and you’re gasping loud, whining and writhing as Flip has you bent over.

He’s hiked up your fancy pretty skirt, and he’s got his trousers around his ankles as clenches his cigarette between his teeth, fucks you hard. The shelves in the closet rattle from it, from how hard he’s fucking you, but he can’t stop – you don’t want him to.

It’s some sort of party being thrown by one of your friends, at some sort of fancy venue downtown. But right now, all he cares about is your pussy velvety hot and tight around his dick, and all you care about is coming so hard that your vision whites out.

“Shh, shh honey.” Flip whispers through a clenched jaw, wound up from his own pleasure, all his nerves on fire as the head of his cock pushes and pulls through your folds, punches against your walls, grinds up onto your gspot and makes you yelp out with pleasure.

He has one hand grabbing your hip and pulling you back onto his cock with each and every thrust of his own hips, the other hand wrapped around your throat and giving the sides of your neck a little squeeze in that way that he knows will make you dizzy.

“S-sorry – oh fuck, Flip,” Your voice shakes shakes shakes as your knees tremble from how good it feels, your whole body alight with the feeling of him, of his hands and his voice and his smell and his dick, you want more, want it faster harder rougher, your hands desperately wanting to reach behind yourself and hold onto him somehow, but you can’t move them away from the shelf otherwise you’ll topple over. “Flip please – ”

“I know ketsl, I know, cry it out baby.” Flip says, his voice so deep, so steady even though he’s restraining himself from just taking you on the fucking floor. No, he won’t do that, you deserve better that that – frankly you deserve better than being fucked in a closet, but you wanted his cock, and he wasn’t going to say no, and this was the closest he could get you to before yanking your panties down and pushing his cock straight into you. “Cry on my dick ketsl, I’m gonna cover your mouth okay?”

“Yeahokayokayyesyesyes!” You nod around a hiccupped sob of pleasure, and his hand slides up from your throat to clamp down over your pretty lips.

He can feel your moans in hot breathy puffs against his palm, and he sweats all over, sweats as the music thumps and the rain hits and the white hot feeling of an orgasm begins to creep up in the pit of his stomach.

He pushes your skirt away some more, watches how his cock drags in and out of you. It’s mesmerizing, how it just disappears into your pussy, how your body takes every inch of him. He pulls out nearly all the way to the tip, and then slams himself back in and you cry cry cry against his palm, your body shaking quaking trembling, desperate to come.

“You have to be quiet for me, okay?” Flip whispers in your ear as his balls slap against your ass, as the sound of skin smacking on skin fills the little closet. He nearly snaps the fucking cigarette in half, on the verge of coming himself from the way your pussy is fluttering around him, clenching and squeezing, egging him on.

“I don’t – I don’t want to.” Your voice is muffled against his palm and he chuckles breathlessly.

He’d kiss you if he didn’t have the fucking camel in his mouth, just because you’re so fucking difficult and he loves it, he loves you.

“I know you perfect girl, I know.” He grunts against your cheek as you whimper, “But you have to be quiet if you want to come.”

Anyone could walk past, maybe people have been walking past, he doesn’t fucking know. But he knows you come loud, it always makes him grateful you don’t have any neighbors, just how loud you can get.

“Ugh – I – oh – oh – !” You gasp, not listening to him and doing what you want anyway, coming around his cock, chest heaving, panting, tongue licking up against his palm.

Flip shakes his head with a laugh and takes advantage of your orgasm to milk his own cock of come, blowing his load inside your pretty pussy and fucking you both through it. You whine and cry and wriggle yourself closer to him, the ache between your legs needing to be filled up by his hot come, his cock practically incapable of moving away from your cunt just yet.

He rolls his hips against yours as you ride out the high from your orgasms, and you’re grinning against his fingers as your whole body shakes, shaking the shelves too. Flip’s hand drops from your mouth, instead comes down to rub your stomach. He rubs soothing circles there, imagines that he can feel his come spreading through you, imagines that he can feel his cock inside you.

When he pulls out, he’s careful to make sure that he bends down and yank your panties up quickly so that any come that slowly oozes out soaks into the fabric instead of dripping onto the floor. He stuffs his come back into your pussy when it does, two fingers pumping in and out of you lazily, making your thighs tremble.

“They’ll be looking for us, won’t they?” You sigh happily, pressing your ass back against his hand, looking over your shoulder.

“Who knows, they may have fuckin’ found us from all the noise.” Flip smacks your ass lightly as he pulls his sticky hand away, and you turn around, standing up straight.

You grab his wrist and guide those fingers to your mouth, where you lap up the taste of yourself and his come off of his fingers. You smile as you slurp them, bat your lashes.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” You grin, being a tease.

“You’re real lucky you’re pretty ketsl.” Flip groans, reclaiming his hand and holding you tight in his arms, dropping the cigarette and stepping on it with the toe of his boots.

“Tell me about it cowboy.” You whisper, and Flip rolls his eyes, because of course now, now of all times you’d be quiet.

Go fuckin’ figure, he thinks, before he’s chuckling against your lips and silencing you himself.

[demonixbxby]

Loved (Kylo Ren x Reader)

Warnings: smut, alcohol abuse!!!, angst, fluff

Word Count: idk long lol

AU: hi this is my first kylo ren imagine that i actually posted, i hope you enjoy :)

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You never knew when to stop. Or how to stop. Whether it be drinking, dragging random men home, crying endlessly, or not being able to get out of bed for weeks.

But when you met him, everything changed. For the first time in a long time you finally felt safe, secure. It felt too good to be true, and it someways it was.

You met Kylo Ren while stumbling home, broken and battered. You refused to tell him what had happened, cowered when he got near you. Afraid he would make his troops take you away for not having an identification. Yet, he didn’t, the Supreme Leader himself took pity on you. And you never understood why.

“Please,” He spoke softly. “Let my men take a look at your wounds, these look like they hurt.” He reaches for your hand.

“Why should I trust you?” You hissed, recoiling at his touch, your back pressed against the wall. “Why would you take a wretch like me in, you don’t even know me.”

“And you don’t know me.” His voice was hushed, garbled by his mask. “My generals and I are working on joining this planet to the First Order, and I come down here in often. I’ve seen you, but you haven’t seen me.”

Kylo’s mask hissed as he peeled it away from his face, revealing his shaggy black hair and his puppy dog brown eyes. A long scar ran down the side of his face and disappeared past the collar of his robes.

You recognized him. He came to the same bar you’ve been frequenting at the time. The bar keep said he rolled into town a few weeks ago and no one knew who he was. All he did was sit in the corner, drink, and mind his own business. He talked to no one and no one talked to him, until tonight.

“Please,” He repeated himself. His voice was deep like a bass drum. “Let my men at least look you over.”

You finally agreed with some reluctance. He sighed with relief and you could have sworn you saw the corners of his mouth tug up into a smile. With a swift motion, he discarded his rob and wrapped it around you, and swept you off your feet.

For the next few months, Kylo would come to visit you. It started with coming up to you at the bar and making small conversation here and there. Then, you invited him home. There was just something about him that you couldn’t shake, something that the other men seemed to lack. The entire time he was here, no one figured out that he was the Supreme Leader. It was your dirty little secret, he was your dirty little secret.

“Oh Kylo, stop, don’t lie to me.” You giggled swatting his shoulder. It was raining so you two had decided to stay in and enjoy the warm fire he had built. You weren’t sure what your relationship was. If he was your boyfriend or if you were just a pit stop for him. But it didn’t feel that way, what you two shared felt real.

“What it’s the truth!” He laughed. “His name is Hux and someone from the Resistance called him Hugs. I had to excuse myself from the bridge because I couldn’t hold my laughter in.” You rolled your eyes at him, smiling. When you looked back up at him, he was staring at you. He had a look written across his face that you couldn’t make out.

“What?” You asked, smirking. He was silent, his look unwavering.

“I love you.” Kylo whispered. Your breath hitched in your throat.

“I love you too.” You murmured back, closing the space between you.

Reaching up, you placed your hands on either side of his face, your fingers grabbing his curly hair. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you up onto his lap, up off the ground, and onto your bed.

Laying you gently on your back, Kylo never broke the kiss. Your hands ran through his hair and down his back and up back to his hair again. Slowly, he moved down your face and to your neck, nipping and tugging at it. You let out a breathy moan, tugging on his hair. His kisses got lower and lower, stopping at the collar of your shirt.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” He panted, looking into your eyes.

“I want it all, Kylo.”

He removed your shirt quickly and began attacking your left breast with his mouth, his coarse hand tugging and pulling at your other nipple. You squeaked at the sudden movements, relaxing into him. Moaning and groaning, you grinded your pelvis into him. But he pushed your hips down, unlatching his mouth from your breast.

“I’m here to pleasure you, but I will do it on my time.” He chuckled. He leaned down and planted a soft kiss your lips. “We have all night, we can take our time.”

Before you knew it, he was back down on your body, kissing and sucking at your flesh. Your core begged for attention, you could already feel your wetness clinging to your thighs. The lower he got, the hotter you got.

Finally he yanked your pants off, exposing your heat. You gasped as the cool air hit your warm pussy, sending a shiver up your spine. “Beautiful.” Kylo murmured. He leaned down and kissed your thighs painfully slow, doing everything in his power not to touch you. Whining, you bucked your hips up at him. “Needy, are we?” He chuckled. You whined again in response.

Never breaking eye contact with you, his head went down in between your legs, kissing your pussy lightly. You moaned at his touch, wanting and needing more. Painstakingly slow, he sucked at your clit. Throwing your head back into the pillows, you let out a relived sigh. “You’re so wet, is all this for me?” He said against your sex, sending vibrations throughout of body. You nodded eagerly.

Springing into action, Kylo began to lap up your wetness. Grabbing his hair and tugging at him, you let out a high pitched moan, your eyes fluttering shut. His tongue explored every inch outside of you, avoid your pulsing slit. He licked up your asshole, your taint, and your labia. His giant hands grabbing and squeezing your thighs, leaving crescent shaped imprints where has nails had dug into you. This was your first time making love with him, and you never wanted it to end. Kylo suddenly stopped and you groaned in protest, claiming that you were close.

“That’s the point love,” He chuckled. “The best is yet to come.” He quickly sat up in his knees removing his shirt and his pants, palming his thick cock through his underwear. “Fuck you’re so beautiful.” Kylo groaned, sucking on his bottom lip. “Now come up here and suck daddy’s cock.”

You sprang up and pulled his underwear off, his hard member slapping him in the stomach. Breathing in his musky scent, you sighed happily. You could see the precum forming around the tip of his dick, and quickly licked it off. You giggled happily as he moaned and twitched as you did this, seeing that you had him wrapped around your little finger. You slowly made your way down to his balls, your lips sucking lightly as you went.

When you were far enough down you licked a long stripe across his right nut and did the same to the other one. Going back up, you kept you tongue flat against his cock and engulfed the tip when you came back to the top. Kylo moaned heavily and pulled at your hair, urging you to go deeper. You finally wrapped your lips all away around his manhood and bobbed your head up and down, locking your eyes with your lover. His chocolate colored eyes were filled with lust that you could have gotten lost in them. You watched as he moaned your name, making your core tingle, your thighs getting wet again.

Suddenly Kylo grabbed you by the back of the head, the tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat, making you gag. He went in and out, mouth fucking you. You gagged and slobbered all over yourself, tears jerking in the corners of your eyes. As quickly as he started he stopped, breathing heavily.

“Warn me next time.” You smirked, wiping the slobber from your mouth.

“No.” He grinned leaning you back down on the bed. “Are you ready, my love?”

“Yes Kylo.” You whispered grinning.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, gazing into his eyes. Effortlessly, Kylo slid into you. For a moment you both just sat there our chests heaving, getting used to how you both felt. Honestly, it was the best thing ever. The way he filled me up perfectly, your walls clenching tightly around his cock. He let out a guttural moan and slid back out.

And slammed back into you. Hard.

“Oh fuck.” You moaned, gripping his muscular shoulders. “Gods you feel so good.”

With each thrust it shot an electrical impulse through your head, making you see stars. You never knew sex could make you feel this good, but this was more than just sex. This was making love.

You massaged your breasts as he fucked you, moaning and screaming his name. Sweat was beading on his forehead, his lustful face screwed up in concentration. You could feel every vein in his dick pulsing and throbbing inside your pussy and you were climbing closer and closer to the edge.

Kylo buried his face into the crook of your neck, biting and sucking leaving dark purple bruises. His hands roamed your hair as you moved from your breasts to his back, dragging your nails down and drawing blood.

“Baby I’m gonna cum.” You squealed.

“Wait for me, fuck, oh god, where do you want it?” He grunted. You instantly wrapped your legs around his waist and whispered into his ear.

“Cum in me, Supreme Leader.”

The two of you came at the same time, moaning and screaming each other’s name. With each shot of his hot seed, your pussy spasmed around his cock.

Somehow you managed to come down from that high that made you feel infinite. Kylo slowly pulled out of you, causing a shudder to run through your body. Your legs were still trembling, your pussy still tingling. You had never felt an orgasm like that before and it was amazing. Kylo smiled loving at you and placed a kiss onto your forehead before standing up and grabbed a towel.

He gently dabbed at your pussy, wiping away the cum that was dripping out of you. When he was finished he climbed into bed next to you and pulled you close, tenderly massaging your body.

“I really love you.” He whispered just as you started to fall asleep. “You’re so beautiful.”

You woke up the next morning to the shower running. The spot where Kylo had laid was empty and you smiled, the thoughts from the night before coming back to you. Getting up, your legs still weak. You swayed over to the bathroom and opened the door.

“Care to join?” You heard him ask.

“You think I would have gotten out of bed if I didn’t.” You laughed, stepping into the shower. Kylo began to wash your body and your hair. “I can do this myself, ya know?” You smirked, enjoying it.

“I know. I just like taking care of you.” He replied, kissing you on the temple.

When you two were finished, Kylo made you sit down in the bed as you heard him fumbling around in the kitchen. Soon, he brought you out a platter of food along with his own. He had made your favorite, which made you smiled. When you first met, you had mentioned what your favorite breakfast food was but you never thought that he would ever remember. You both wolfed your food down, and sat in a comfortable silence, your bellies both full and happy. You never felt more content in your life.

A rapid beeping broke your silence, causing you to jump slightly. Your eyes fell onto the pile of Kylos clothing, knowing what it was. He reluctantly got up and answered it.

“Sir we have been trying to contact-” Someone on the other end said.

“You better have a good reason for disturbing me.” Kylo growled. It was honestly kinda scary of how fast he could change moods.

“We need you back on the cruiser it’s impo-”

“Understood.” He hung up and looked over at me, his eyes softening. “Well I guess that’s my call.” He sighed as he pulled his clothes on.

“Do you really have to?”

“You know I have to.” Kylo crossed the room and kissed you. “I love you, I’ll see you soon. Okay?”

And that was the last time I saw Kylo Ren.

Two Year Later

You waited for Kylo night after night. But he never came back. Once the people in the town started talking about how the Order had left, you knew what you had was over. For weeks you had cried and drank, trying to dull the pain. How could he have done this to you? Did he just want to get a quick fuck in and then leave? There were so many questions but so little answers.

The drinking stopped when you figured out that the hangovers were morning sickness. You were pregnant with Kylo Rens child, since you hadn’t had anyone after him. And on that day you swore to yourself that everything you had done wrong in your life would be made up by raising this child.

You gave birth alone, in the confines of your little house. It was a little boy, with a mop of black hair on his head and your brilliant blue eyes. You brought him close to your chest, crying and kissing his soft head. Kylo should have been there with you, but it was too late.

“Oh, Nix.” You cooed, looking down at the bundle in your arms. “Nothing bad will happen to you. I promise.”

The first few months were hard, but you had finally gotten into the swing of things. From a young age, you could tell he was force sensitive. Things just seemed to glow and cling around him, you didn’t really know how to describe it.

A year had passed and Nix was just a little bundle of joy. In a way, he had saved you. No one knew you as the town drunk anymore. You were no longer a bar fly, but a doting mother. People would come up to you on the street and talk to you, telling you how beautiful he was and asking you how you managed all on your own. You really have an answer for them, you were just doing what felt right.

Nix was two now. He could walk all on his own, could babble and talk, as coherently as a two year old could. You had a job at the local market, selling fresh foods. It paid decently, just enough to keep Nix and you afloat. Which was all you needed. While you worked Nix stayed at your neighbors house, who had a little girl about his age. They were best friends.

One day, while you had just picked Nix up, he asked you a question you hadn’t prepared for yet. “Mama, who Papa?” He wondered laying his head down on your shoulder. Tears pricked in your eyes.

“Oh um, he works far away bub.” You replied, calling him by his nickname. “Out in the stars.”

“He good guy?” Nix was always a curious boy.

“Yes. No more questions about your Papa, okay? Mamas tired.” You sighed, unlocking the front door to your house.

“Okay Mama. Can we have pancakes?”

After you had fed Nix dinner and put him to bed, you stayed awake, staring at the ceiling. Would you ever tell your little boy who his father actually was? How he had knocked you up and just left? You knew you had to, it was the right thing to do. But you were scared how he’d react. Nix may have been a happy little boy but he was extremely sensitive. The littlest things would cause him to have complete breakdown, screaming and kicking his arms and legs.

For the next few days, that question floated around inside of your mind, almost incapacitating you. Yet you knew you had to get out of bed, you had to get up and go to work, and you had to get up and take care of Nix. You swore to yourself that you would never pick up another bottle but you were almost tempted. Kylo had completely wrecked you inside. You had truly loved him, you saw a future with him. It may have only been a few months that you knew each other but you had loved him more than anything. You glanced over at the sleeping form of Nix in his crib and smiled. All this pain was worth it, he was worth it.

A sudden hard knock brought you back from your thoughts. It was about 3am, who could that be? Carefully you slid out bed, grabbing the blaster you kept in your night stand. Your skin was crawling with goosebumps. No one ever came to your house unless you invited them over, let alone in the middle of the night. Taking a sharp breath you opened the door and pointed the blaster.

“Is that how you great people when they come to your door?” An all too familiar voice chuckled.

“Kylo?”

“I’ve missed you.” He tried to wrap his arms around you but you pushed him away, disbelief painted on your face. He sighed heavily. “Can I come in?” You let him without thinking, shock taking over your mind.

“What-why-we don’t need you!” You exclaimed.

“Please, let me explain.” Kylo begged offering you to sit down at your own dinning tabled.

“Kylo-” You scoffed.

“I know I just left. But please just listen, please. I’m begging you.” You gave in how you always do with him. You sat across from him, your arms wrapped tightly around your body.

When he was finished, you still didn’t know what to say. “But that’s all over now. And I want you to come with me.” He looked exhausted, the bags underneath his eyes were prominent even in the dark.

“Come with you?”

“Since the day I left I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I still love you.”

A sob that you had been holding back escaped you lips and you buried your hands into your face, trying to conceal your cries. You heard the chair scrape against the floor and felt Kylos arms wrap around your frail body. He was kneeling on the ground; his face buried into your side.

“If you don’t feel the same, it’s okay. I know I’ve been gone, I know I should have done something-”

“It’s not that Kylo! It’s the fact that I had your-”

As if on cue Nix came waddling into the kitchen, rubbing his tired eyes.

“Mama? Why you cry Mama?” He yawned.

You were over to him in an instant, scooping him up into your arms.

“Who that mama?” He pointed over to Kylo who was still on the floor, his eyes glossing over. He finally understood what you were trying to say.

You smiled sadly, tucking one of Nix’s curly locks behind his ear. “That’s your Papa, baby.” You sniffed. “From the stars, remember?”

“That my Papa?” He asked joyfully. “Papa I miss you!” Nix wriggled out of your arms and ran to Kylo, throwing his small arms around him.

Slowly, Kylo hugged him back. Tears were streaming down his face as he looked down on his son.

“Hello there.” Kylo murmured. He looked back up at you and then back down at him.

“Nix, it’s time to get back to bed. Mama has to work in the morning.”

“But-” He started to whine but you cut him off by shaking your head.

“Let’s go. Now.” You picked him up and carried him back into his crib. “Sleep now little one.” You laid him back down, kissing the top of his forehead.

“Will Papa watch me tomorrow? Please Mama.” He begged.

“We’ll see.” You replied shutting the door to your room.

When you came back out, Kylo was sitting back up on the chair, trying to wipe the tears away from his eyes. No one spoke, you weren’t sure what to say.

“Nix? That’s his name?”

“Yes. It’s after one of the moons here. My-”

“Your favorite one.” He cut you off.

“It was bright the night I gave birth. I just thought it was fitting.”

“I want you two to come with me.” He pleaded. “You can come live on my home planet, I’m on leave for a few months and we can reconnect, I can get to know him I can-” He stood up and began pacing across the floor. “I need you. More than ever now.”

“Kylo I’m not the same woman you met all those years ago. I’ve changed, for him.” You gestured back to your door.

“That doesn’t change how I feel about you.” He whispered. “I’ve felt the way you changed and I still love you.” He crossed the floor to where you were standing. “And I still think you’re beautiful, more than ever.” Kylo cupped your cheeks and pressed a long, loving, hungry kiss onto your lips. You gave into him, remember how it felt to be held by him.

“I want to be his father, and if you’ll have me, your husband.”

[merakiaes]

Happy Christmas - Arthur Shelby

Pairing: Arthur Shelby

Requested: Yes. 

Prompts: None. 

Warnings/notes: This is a bit quick and not so Christmasy as I would have wanted it to be but I hope you like it anyway xx (NOT PROOFREAD)

Wordcount: 2195

Summary: Spending Christmas with Arthur and your children. 

Last year, Christmas dinner had been hosted at Tommy and Lizzie’s house, but this year, it was yours and Arthur’s turn to host, and you had been up and at it at since seven this morning to get everything ready until the rest of your extended family would be arriving.

As Arthur hadn’t gotten home until late the night before after having been out with his brothers, you let him sleep in and took care of your three children while preparing the Christmas dinner.

You didn’t ask him to get out of bed until around twelve when you noticed your oldest daughter had drunk all of the milk that you needed for the chocolate cake you were planning to bake and had to send him off to get some more.

He made it to the market and home with the milk, but somewhere during the ride, the car had started acting up, and he had been outside trying to fix it ever since while you kept working in the kitchen, keeping your children occupied by setting them on gingerbread duty.

It had taken a good few times to finally get them to stop eating the dough, however.

You were just taking the turkey and roast potatoes out of the oven when the front door slammed open in the mudroom, followed by the sound of Arthur’s heavy footsteps against the wooden floors.

You spared him a glance as he entered the kitchen, watching as he removed his hat and pulled a hand through his hair, the light brown strands now greasy with sweat and getting even more so when he pulled his dirty hands through it.

Still, even though he was covered in dirt and grime and was wet with snow, the mere sight of him brought a smile to your lips.

You turned your attention back to the potatoes as he walked into the room, scrambling them around to make sure the salt and pepper was evenly divided.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Arthur’s voice broke through the air as he walked over to your children sitting at the table behind you. “What’s going on ‘ere? You’re supposed to make biscuits out of the dough, not eat it.”

A sigh left your lips when hearing his words and you wasted no time in abandoning the potatoes, wiping your hands on your apron and turning around to join Arthur over by the table.

“I thought I told you not to eat the dough raw.” You told your son and daughter, Jonathan and Isabel, forcing the dough out of their hands and putting it back into the bowl in front of them. “You’re going to get a tummy ache.”

Isabel looked at you with sheepish expressions. “Sorry, ma.”

But Jonathan only ate the rest of the dough from his fingers, giving you a big, cheeky smile, showing off the three gaps where he had lost his teeth the week before.

You grabbed the bowl with the remains of the dough, realizing they probably wouldn’t be making any cookies at all, and ruffled your son’s hair before going back to the kitchen counter while Arthur moved along to your youngest son where he sat in his baby chair munching on a carrot.

“How you doin’, Billy boy?” He greeted, putting a hand on his little head and crouching down to his height. “You being good for your mother?” He questioned, without a doubt referring to the endless crying that had been going on for the past few days, without a doubt caused by teething.

You rolled your eyes at the fact that Arthur didn’t seem to care in the slightest that you had been up all morning cleaning the children up and making them look nice, just putting his dirty paws on his freshly clean hair like it was nothing, but still couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips.

“He’s doing good.” You told him, going back to the food and sparing your husband a glance over your shoulder. “Hasn’t screamed all morning. His tooth must have finally broken through.”

Arthur brought his hand down from Billy’s head and squeezed his cheek playfully, smiling when he let out a gleeful laugh. “Only twenty baby teeth to go then, eh?”

You chuckled at that, turning your attention back to the food as Arthur came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his head into your hair, placing a kiss on your neck.

You should have probably shoved him away at once, knowing he would without a doubt mess up your clean hair if you let him rub his grimy and sweaty face against you for long, but you couldn’t help but to melt into his touch, your head falling back against his shoulder.

He hummed, pulling you tighter and causing you to stop what you were doing with the food. “Smells good.” He mumbled into your neck and you smiled.

“Well, I would hope so.” You chuckled. “I’ve been up since seven getting everything ready.”

He grumbled, pressing another kiss to your neck, tickling your skin with his mustache. “I wasn’t talking about the food, love.”

Your smile widened and your stomach fluttered, but when he brought his hands away from your waist and started moving them up your body, and up your clean, Christmas dress, you instantly broke out of your trance and slapped his hands away, turning around in his arms and giving him a stern look.

“Go bathe, you’re filthy.” You ordered him, pushing him back by his chest lightly.

He raised an eyebrow, giving you a teasing look. “Is that the thank you I get for being romantic?”

You snorted, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning back against the kitchen counter. “You’re an idiot.”

He let out a low sound, bending forward to give you a chaste kiss. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

“Go clean up and get dressed.” You smiled, brushing a few strands of hair out of his eyes. “Your brothers are going to be here in less than two hours.”

He gave you a smile in return, leaning in to give you another kiss, before wordlessly leaving the kitchen to go to your bidding, leaving you to the food once again.

Jonathan and Isabel kept minding themselves back at the table, having brought in a few toys to keep Billy happy so that you could do everything you were supposed to do.

You put the turkey and potatoes back into the oven on low heat to keep them warm until the others would be arriving and moved on to bake the cake. 

You measured the flour, cocoa, sugar and the rest of the dry ingredients and mixed them together in a big bowl, before adding the milk and starting to crack the eggs open and mixing them in one by one.

The batter was heavy under the whisk and caused your arm to start aching pretty quickly. Making dinner for your entire family all by yourself was a real struggle.

Both Arthur and Tommy had tried telling you the night before that they had people for cooking and cleaning and everything in between but you refused it. Having people doing everything for you around the holidays took the charm and spirits out of the whole thing, in your opinion at least.

And you knew Polly, Lizzie, and Esme would help you when they arrived, so it would all be okay in the end.

Twenty minutes passed and you had just put the cake in the oven when Arthur yelled from upstairs. “WHERE’S MY TIE?”

You chuckled, yelling back while moving on to make the frosting of the cake. “ON THE STOOL IN THE RIGHT HALLWAY!”

He was quiet for a moment, a for a few seconds you thought he hadn’t heard you, but then he yelled down again. “WHAT THE ‘ELL IS IT DOING THERE?”

You could hear him walking across the floor above you, and shook your head slightly while pouring more cocoa into a clean bowl. “YOU PUT IT THERE WHEN YOU CAME HOME DRUNK AGAIN LAST NIGHT, REMEMBER?” You yelled back, but there was nothing but humour in your voice.

He didn’t answer anymore to that, but you could hear him grumbling to himself as he passed the staircase, causing you to chuckle under your breath.

“Muuuum.” Isabel suddenly whined from behind you, and you turned around to face her, humming.

“Yeah?”

“Can I get a glass of milk?”

“Of course, sweetheart.” You smiled, wasting no time in going over to the cabinet and bringing out a glass.

“I want milk, too.” Jonathan pitched in. “And biscuits.”

“The biscuits are for later, darling.” You told him, bringing another glass down from the cabinet and going over to the counter, pouring some milk up for the two of them.

“But I want them now.” He whined, and you just smiled, turning around with the glasses in hand and going over to the table, setting them down in front of them.

“You can wait for another two hours.” You answered, ruffling his hair before turning around at the sound of Arthur’s footsteps coming down the stairs.

He was now completely free of dirt and grime, dressed nicely in the suit you had laid out for him earlier that morning, his hair clean and hanging down in his face slightly with water still dripping from it.

He walked over to the counter, starting to scope out the biscuits and bowl of frosting, and you instantly read his mind.

“Don’t lick that whisk yet, I still need to use it.” You told him quickly, watching as he looked up from the frosting to look at you with a cheeky grin, eyes squinted in mischief.

“What, you want me to lick something else?” He asked, and you rolled your eyes as an automatic response, but still smiled.

You turned away from him for a second, placing a few more pieces of carrots down in front of Billy so that he wouldn’t get jealous of Jonathan and Isabel getting milk, and upon turning back to Arthur, you found him doing the exact opposite of what you had told him.

“I told you not to lick it!” You exclaimed, hurrying over to him and janking the whisk out of his grasp, throwing it back onto the counter.

He wasn’t fazed at all by your quick and sudden actions, though, only smirking and grabbing a hold of your hips, pulling you into his chest. “It’s either you or the whisk, love.” He drawled, smirking down at you.

You playfully glared at him.

“Why would you lick mummy?” Isabel asked from her spot at the table, causing you to turn around to face her.

“Yeah, dad, that’s weird.” Jonathan agreed, scrunching his nose up and licking his lips, a thick layer of milk now dripping off the top of it.

You put your hand up to Arthur’s chest, giving him a ‘look what you did’-glare before turning back to your kids, putting on a smile. “You’ll understand when you’re older.”

A pout settled on Isabel’s face. “I want to know now!”

“Me too!” Jonathan agreed, glaring and crossing his arms over his chest.

“You do, ay?” Arthur raised an eyebrow. “Well, when a man and a woman love each other, the-“

You wasted no time in slapping his chest, hard, instantly shutting him up. He gave you a bewildered look, only being met with a fierce glare, and turned around to your kids who were still waiting eagerly. 

“You’ll understand when you’re older.” He told them carefully, copying your earlier sentence and causing them to ‘aw’ in disappointment.

They didn’t get much time to complain about it, however, as there came a knock on the front door only a second later, indicating that everyone had arrived. 

The kids instantly shot out of their seats, running off with such force and speed that their chairs fell to the floor.

The sounds of John’s and Polly’s voices greeting your kids cut through the air from the front door, and you turned around in Arthur’s arms, getting to fixing his bow tie, straightening it out and folding down the collar of his shirt.

He gazed down at you as you moved your fingers around his collar, never taking his eyes off of you. 

Once you were done, he moved to go to the front door, but you quickly stopped him, a snort leaving your nose at the sight of chocolate batter in his mustache and on his cheek.

“Come here, you mess.”

He grumbled under his breath. “Who you callin’ a mess, woman?”

But still, he stood still as you brought your thumb up to your lips and licked it lightly, and allowed you to clean his cheek and mustache. Once you were done, you smiled, giving him a quick kiss.

You held the front of his suit in your hands as your lips moved together, smiling through the entire kiss. His hands were on your hips, rubbing gentle circles over your hipbones.

You broke apart and pressed your foreheads together, smiling.

“Happy Christmas, my love.” You told him softly, and he smiled, bending down to press another chaste kiss to the corner of your lips.

“Happy Christmas.” He answered, before taking you under his arm and leading you out of the kitchen to greet his brothers and their families who had all now retreated into the sitting room.

[0milenct]

[7:27pm]

throughout your entire relationship with jaemin, almost two-and-a-half years, he had always been the one to spoil you. no matter how much you protested or told him it wasn’t necessary, he never listened, and as much as you loved and appreciated your boyfriend, you wanted the tables to turn. he deserved the same treatment you got, and his stubbornness irritated you, especially on days where he really deserved it.

the past few weeks had been rough, particularly for jaemin, who had been working his tail off almost non-stop in preparation for their future comeback. he would wake up at an ungodly hour, go straight to practice and work until hours after the sun had set, come home and either go straight to sleep or stay up long enough to quickly eat the leftovers from the dinner you made. you knew it was taking a toll on him, even if he didn’t admit it. he was a fighter- even when he was exhausted, he would never directly say how much comeback season drained him. it made your heartache seeing him like this, and you had to admit, the excessive amount of work he had was taking a toll on you, too. you missed having your boyfriend, and while he did still talk to you whenever he got the chance during practice and showed you the same amount of affection as he normally did when he got home late at night, it just wasn’t the same- it was the small things that you really missed, like your semi-regular movie nights and coffee dates or even just having a simple meal together.

that’s why when you heard jaemin would be getting home early, you knew it was the best opportunity to give him the treatment he deserved.

the scene was perfect: you made his favorite meal for dinner, slipped on one of his t-shirts, and put your hair in a messy bun the way you knew he liked. now the only thing left to do was wait for him to get home.

luckily for you, it only took about ten minutes of sitting on the couch scrolling through instagram before you heard the front door being unlocked.

you shot up, quickly smoothed down your (his) t-shirt making sure it was wrinkle-free, only having a second to spare before the door opened, revealing your boyfriend. he grinned at you, and before he even had the chance to close the door behind him, you were running over to him and flinging yourself into his arms.

“nana!” you exclaimed, burying your face in the crook of his neck. he laughed, dropping his bag onto the ground before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“hi, my baby!” he sounded so happy and excited; he always sounded like that when he first saw you after a while of being apart, and even though that was something you’d been experiencing nearly every day, it still made your heart feel like it was growing every single time.

you hugged him even tighter, breathing in his scent and immediately getting that feeling that you could only describe as home. the smell of his shampoo lingering in his hair mixed with the lavender-scented laundry detergent on his cotton shirt and cologne he used gave you a sense of familiarity and security- you wished you could turn the smell into a perfume of your own, so you’d always get that feeling, even when he was away.

surprisingly, he was the first to pull away, but only so he could press his smiling lips to your own, causing the same expression to form on your face. his hands moved up from your hips to your cheeks, while yours stayed right where they were around his neck. he was warm against your skin, and you wished you could stay like that for a little while longer, but alas, the show must go on.

you quickly moved back, causing the boy to frown. “that was too short, give me another one.”

you hummed, pretending to think for a few moments, before clicking your tongue and grinning at him. “no.” he instantly began pouting, giving you his infamous puppy-dog eyes.

“please?” you couldn’t contain your giggle, standing on your tippy-toes and giving him a quick peck on the lips. before he could begin whining again, you closed the front door, grabbed his hand and started walking towards the dining room.

“c’mon, i have a surprise for you.” his demeanor changed almost instantaneously, the look of disappointment on his face quickly being replaced by a smile.

“my baby has a surprise? for me?” he asked. you nodded in response, stepping through the doorway leading into the dining room. on the table were two plates of his favorite dinner, a lit candle in the center of the table, and cups full of his favorite drink: chocolate milk.

you turned to look at him, your heart swelling when you saw his wide grin. “what’s this?”

“i made dinner for you!” you exclaimed. “i know things have been hard lately with comeback season and all, and even though you won’t admit it, i know it’s exhausting for you, so i wanted to do something special for you because you deserve it.” his gaze met yours, his eyes sparkling and filled with surprise and happiness.

“(y/n), you didn’t have to do this for me.”

“i know, but i wanted to. you’ve been working so hard lately, and i just wanted to do something to remind you how much i love you and how proud of you i am, although i would hope that you would never forget in the first place.” you smiled. “also, i miss eating with you. it gets lonely being by myself, and since this is the only opportunity to have an at-home date night we’ll have for a while, i didn’t want to have some cheap fast food or pizza. i wanted this to be special.”

he looked back at the table for a few moments, as if he didn’t believe what he was seeing, and suddenly you were pulled into his arms once more. his face automatically buried itself in your neck, causing you to barely hear the words he already spoke so quietly: “thank you.”

you wrapped your arms around him tightly, softly caressing his back the way you knew he liked. “you’re welcome, baby.” you remained like that for a minute, and just before you were about to pull away and tell him to eat, you heard a quiet sniffle. “are you crying?”

he buried his face further into your neck. “no,” he muttered. “i’m not crying, my eyes are just sweating.”

you lightly chuckled. “what’s the matter?”

he shook his head, pulling away to wipe his tears. “nothing, i’m just-” he paused. “i love you so much. more than i could ever be able to tell you.” you smiled.

“don’t worry, i know exactly how you feel, because i feel the same way.” you leaned up to give him what was supposed to be a short kiss, however before you were able to pull away, his hand snuck its way up to your nape, applying just enough pressure and force that he was able to keep your lips connected for what he deemed to be an acceptable time. the way he always kissed you with so much love and passion never failed to leave you breathless and make your heart leap. the way he was able to convey just how much he loved you by such a simple action made you think jaemin was made specifically for you. this time, your boyfriend was the one to pull away, grinning and leading you to the dining table. “let’s eat. i don’t want it to get cold.”

you smiled. it was nice to have your boyfriend home.

~~

the two of you ate rather quickly, managing to finish your dinner much sooner than you expected (actually, jaemin practically inhaled his food, while you struggled to keep up with his pace). now, you stood behind the kitchen sink washing the remnants of your dinner down the drain. your boyfriend had practically begged you to let him help, but you were having none of it- tonight was supposed to be his night to relax, and you weren’t about to let him help with basic house chores. after a few minutes of bickering between the two of you, he reluctantly agreed to take a shower with the promise of a movie and cuddles once he got out.

just as you were putting the last plate into the dishwasher, you heard the creaking of the stairs nearby, and soon a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. jaemin’s head soon found its place in your neck, and you slightly shivered at the feeling of his damp hair tickling your bare skin.

“you look good in my clothes.” he muttered, his fingers slightly playing with the hem of his t-shirt hanging over your figure.

“did you just now notice i was wearing this?”

“sorry, i was too busy admiring your beauty to notice earlier.” you giggled, a wave of sudden heat appearing on your cheeks.

“baby,” you whined. “you’re too good to me.”

“nuh-uh” he detached himself from you, spinning you around to face him. his hand instantly found your cheek, using his thumb to caress your cheekbone. “other way around. you’re too good for me.”

“no.”

“yes.”

“no.”

“yes.”

“no.”

he laughed. “yes! stop trying to avoid my love!”

“fine.” you gave him a quick kiss on his nose. “what movie do you want to watch?”

he grinned. “you know exactly what i want to watch.”

“wall-e? again?”

“what’s wrong with wall-e? it’s cute! and it's totally us.” you raised an eyebrow.

“how is it us?”

“i’m wall-e, and you’re eve, duh.” he said. “it’s like i was living in a dirty and lonely world like him, until you came around and made everything better.” you groaned, but the smile forming on your lips gave your true feelings away. you leaned forward, letting your forehead rest on his shoulder.

“you’re so cheesy.” you muttered.

“only for you, my love.” jaemin kisses the top of your head and engulfed you in another hug. you didn’t answer for a moment, allowing yourself to completely be embraced in your incredibly goofy yet adorable boyfriend. he thought you made an impact on his life, but little did he know how you felt.

“well, in that case, maybe i’m wall-e and you’re eve, because you did the same for me.” he shook his head.

“nope. i have to be wall-e because he saves eve in the end by rescuing the plant and taking them back to earth. we’re both the knight in shining armor.” you pulled away slightly, just enough to look at him.

“now wait a second. eve was the real hero of the story, because if she hadn’t kissed wall-e, he would have stayed being that emotionless robot forever.” you stated, making his eyebrows furrow. he seemed to consider this for a moment, until he smiled.

“well, how about we go and watch it and then we’ll see who’s the true hero.” you mirrored his expression.

“you make the popcorn and i’ll start the movie?”

“deal.” your boyfriend exclaimed. you moved to go into the living room to start the movie, but before you could exit the kitchen, his hand grabbed yours and pulled you towards him once more. this time, his lips encaptured yours in the same way they did before dinner- nothing but absolute love was conveyed from the boy you had fallen completely head over heels in love with. you had always heard about the so-called “honeymoon phase” and what it was like when it ended, but with jaemin, everyday was like the honeymoon phase. he made you fall in love with him every moment you spent together, even when he didn’t try, and he never failed to let you know you did the same thing to him. he truly made you feel like the only person in the world, and because of him, you finally understood what it was like to be a disney princess and find your prince charming.

he pulled away, his cheeks flushed and his lips formed into a soft smile, and you imagined you probably looked pretty similar.

“i love you.” he said, leaning his forehead against yours. “i love you so much. i know i say it all of the time, but i feel like it doesn’t do me justice. i don’t know where i would be without you, and i know it’s selfish of me to ask, but please, don’t ever leave me. stay with me forever.”

you didn't hesitate answering. “i won’t ever leave you, nana. i promise. i love you too much to do that.” he beamed, before moving once more to give you a quick peck.

“go start the movie, okay? i’ll be there with snacks and cuddles in a minute.” you nodded.

“okay.” you smiled at him one last time before turning and walking into the living room, and while you were preparing the movie, you decided; it didn’t matter how long jaemin had to be gone for concerts, or how long he had to prepare for an upcoming comeback.

as long as he always came home to you, everything would be alright.

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A Thousand Years Ch. 1: “First Meeting” - Loki x Reader

Chapter Summary: Loki spends his sentence in Asgardian prison with nothing else to do than thinking about his wrongdoings. All of this guilt and self-loathing are leading him even deeper into his own insanity. And the only distraction are his memories of you.

Warnings: Angst, depression, flashbacks, mentions of death. Loki suffers.

Words: 4657

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“No matter what, I’ll always find my way back to you, Loki…”

It has always been the same dream, ever since he’s lost you in midst of his crimes. The beginning would be like a wondrous theathre, like how one would imagine heaven to be. You’d be waiting for him on the hill of your first meeting, looking as breathtaking as always. But when the sky darkened, he remebered what that all was about, and that it couldn't last.

When you’d turn around, he wouldn’t see any hint of aversion towards him - only those bright, loving doe eyes, which have been the only thing in the universe that made his icy heart feel some kind of warmth.

And this fact only made it harder for him: Why weren’t you mad? You should’ve been furious at him! You, the only person who would always believe in the God of Mischiev - disappointed in the cruelest way possible, his blood metaphorically spoken at his hands. “I love you, Loki. I was disappointed, indeed... But no matter how much I tried to hate you, I just can’t. You’re the love of my life, and I forgive you...I already forgave you the moment my heart stopped beating.” He felt tears running down his cheeks, falling down onto the grass in form of small ice drops. “Y/N, I am so deeply sorry! I-” he wanted to finish his sentence, try to explain himself and make you believe just how much he regrets his actions - but his throat felt like it was tied with barbwire. All he could do was running towards you, fighting his inner urge to just collapse into a mental breakdown. He was almost there, stretching out his arm to take your hand, to pull you right into his arms where you belonged. The Laufeyson didn't even realize that his hand had turned in a shade of dark blue, revealing his true form - a part of him only you were allowed to see. But you just disappeared, dissolving into what appeared to be embers, whispering that sentence as if you were standing right next to him: “I’ll find you. You just wait...don’t give up.”

Loki woke up, his breath heavy and face wet from the tears. Immediately, he sat up and looked around all the broken furniture just to pick up a piece of broken mirror, dirtied by his own blood when he broke it. The image he saw in it looked like the mess he was on the inside. It has been two weeks since Frigga found her death to the hand of a Dark Elf, the only person that kept the fragments of his soul together since your death - until now.

The God of Mischief had nothing anymore. He wouldn’t eat or drink since then, and the nightmares kept him from having a long needed, refreshing sleep as well. Every time he closed his eyes, he’d see either you or his mother - except for Thor the only people he ever cared about - die in the most excruciating ways one could think of. His desperation spiraled down to the point where he couldn’t even tell what was real, and what simply a delusion, made up by his own mind to torture him.

He never learned, didn’t he...Yes, indeed, he’s hopeless.

What horrendrous things did he say to you just before you died - and the same thing now happened to his mother.

Deep down in his heart he was very relieved that Thor had survived the war with the dark elves through his help - not that he’d ever admit it. And still, even though he did things one could call heroic, he got imprisoned here again. His father didn’t show any mercy, - and even though Loki could’ve easily fake his death and escape back then, he didn’t see the point in doing so.

All of his dreams: Being his brothers equal, erasing the Frost Giants from the nine realms, his birthright of ruling and finally earning respect...Nothing of it mattered any more.

Finally, he got to see what’s really important - but it’s too late now. Forever.

Loki would be doomed to cry and scream while having all of his mistakes played in his head in a continuous loop, seeing the haunting look of sadness and fear in your eyes and knowing he caused it.

Yes, this would be the only thing left of his meaningless existence.

“It is a fitting punishment, don’t you think, Y/N?” he almost chuckled, giving an empty stare to the prison ceiling. “This is more agony than Thanos could’ve ever brought upon me.”

The guard that was sitting on a wooden chair in front of his cell was raising a judging eyebrow to the once so intelligent and graceful prince, now looking like a peasant and talking to himself.

Oh, how must he have failed you...This sure was a rightful penalty for a traitor and murderer just like he was, Loki concluded.

The emptiness in his heart was eating him alive, telling him you’re still gone.

It has always been just a feeling, honestly.

After so many time spent together, fighting back to back - loving each other, as well as having lost you before, he just knows it. When you’re back, needing him to remember you of who you truly are. He would know.

Loki couldn’t explain it himself. It seemed like a magical bond, yet he never found anything like this in the old books. Maybe Frigga knew the answer, yet he had always been too afraid to ask...

“You sure are leaving me waiting, Y/N...” Loki whispered to himself, feeling that constricting in his chest again as tears filled his already red and swollen eyes. “Are you really coming back? Or are you just mocking me?”

It didn’t matter.

Even though he knew he didn’t deserve it, his hope of you coming back to life were the only thing that kept him going.

If you were to never come back, he’d accept this fate and would pay for and regret his crimes till the end of his existence. On the other hand, if you’d be to ever come back, he would never allow himself to come near you again. 

Anyway, death wasn’t an option.

“Have you already gone mad, Laufeyson?!” the guard finally yelled, kicking against the wall. “Whining and speaking scatterbrained words to yourself. You’re a disgrace, you’ve always been!”

Loki went silent, without doing so much as looking at the man, who in the past would’ve never dared to speak his mind. He didn’t care what he’d say - he was right with everything, anyway.

“If you’d ask anyone else in Asgard, you would’ve simply been executed! It’s such a waste that you’re allowed to live in all that luxury, thinking of what you’ve done!” he added, spitting to the ground. Seemed like the man Loki knew all those years finally showed his true face, considering he wouldn’t get punished for it anymore. “You’ve never been one of us, not even a god! You’re a wild animal and the Allfather should’ve never brought such a plaque like you over us!”

His voice had a tone of disgust that Loki knew all to well, even back as a kid when he was silently listening from the shadows to people talking about him.

He didn’t know why he never belonged. It was a feeling that he kept in his heart for so long that he thought it was a part of him - and when he realized just what he was, a part inside of him got shattered beyond repair.

The God of Mischief - he acted like he was carrying this title with pride, always acting all high and mighty. But it was just a facade.

All of his life, he just tried to be praised, loved - to fit in. Be the perfect son and brother everyone wanted. Yet that wasn’t him, and he got used to everyone seeing him as a disappointment. Trying to please, but always being seen as a disgrace - just for being himself.

There was something wrong with him from the very start, even before he got torn between his two heritages, he knew that much. Well, he found his way to get attention anyway - if not positive, he’ll take the negative one. Pranks, lies, being seen as a troublemaker.

He’d tell himself that he didn’t need anyone but himself, that one day they’ll realize their own hypocrisy and admire him for not leading an empty life as they do, restrained by rules and laws.

But this fragile walls he built around him were also lies. Lies he told himself to protect that sensitive boy that needed appreciation as desperately as breathing.

And you saw through all of his illusions from the very start.

The guard finally ended his rant, giving up on having a conversation with the fallen god. When he got back to his seat, Loki could finally and without distractions concentrate of the more important things.

It wasn’t that he’s gone fully mad - well, not more than usually. The memory of happier times were the only thing that kept him sane.

So he lied on the bare floor, closing his eyes again and concentrating all of his senses just to remember your scent, voice, touch...

____

Your first meeting dates almost 800 years ago, when both of you would probably be considered teenagers - calculated in god years, of course.

Almost as if it was fate, even though both of you never knew about it, you shared the same birth year. While Loki was born  09.02.967, you were born (your birthday) in the same year.

He remembers it like it was yesterday, when he escaped the royal garden once again to wander aimlessly around the wilds of Asgard. Actually, admiring the view of nature was one of the few things that truly brought some kind of peace to his confused soul.

"And you are?” the Odinson spoke, his back still facing you as you climbed the grassy hill he was standing on. From here, far away from the main city and the palace, you could overlook the whole sea, with civilization stretching over the horizon.

You gulped, trying to catch your breath as you undid your concealment spell and presented yourself fully. Immediately you bent your knee, showing your goodwill through facing the ground instead of answering.

“Surprised?” the man said as he turned around, giving you a crooked but satisfied grin. “No one can hide from the master of the shadows. I’ve wandered them a thousand times, so I can tell you’re not an amateur.”

“My prince” you started, still not daring to meet his eyes - out of respect, but also fear of his reaction, “I am deeply sorrry to having disturbed you. I mean no harm.”

“I can see that much” he retorted, raising an eyebrow. He knew you were right behind him this whole time. “I rather wonder what objective you might pursue, following me this far.”

“My name is Y/N”, you almost whispered, your voice shaking nervously. So many years you waited for this moment, and now you were about to ruin it because you just couldn’t find the right words to explain yourself.

“Then stand up, Lady Y/N” he said with a cold but well-meaning voice, reaching out his hand towards you to help you get on your feet again. Much to your surprise, of course - the stories you heared about him wouldn’t make you think that he’s this kind of a gentleman.

He lifted your chin with his fingers, and you would lie if you’d say that it didn’t make your heart race. This icy, stinging look you felt even before you met his eyes was just too much to bear. Not even to start about his looks and wits you could already tell were far beyond any tale about him.

And he was intrigued by your look as well. Eyes are the door to the soul, some people say, and even though he was outstanding at reading people, he’s never met someone like you - a mistery to him.

That weird mix of the tone in his voice  caught his interest - so kind and calm, but also confident and with a storm hiding underneat. He could tell from the very first second, that the two of you were alike: Two sides of the same coin, having more than one layer of personality treats, but were also able to hide some parts of themself through being very good actors. It’s exhausting to pretend to be someone else, he thought. 

Sadly, he thought to know immediately why you were here.

“Another one of my brother’s admirers, huh?” he spat, making those neutral eyes now direct a burning look of disgust at you.

“If you want to share his bed, the best way is to ask him directly” he explained, adding “With a man this...imbecile, there’s no need to be shy. And no need for formalities either.”

It’s not that Loki wasn’t attractive - he could be very charming, and wasn’t reseved when it came to lies just to have his ways with women. His Silver Tongue was known in all the Nine Realms, after all. Being the son of the Allfather would also help much when it came to this part of desire.

Yet Loki didn’t really have interest in relationships at all. Of course, he’d like to “conquest” sometimes, but it was more to feel equal to his popular brother, and boost his confidence.

No woman was even allowed to even speak to him after they’ve spent some hours together - not that any of them was heartbroken afterwards. The females he usually physically encountered were shallow. Not ones to have a real conversation with, or anything resembling a fun time.

They had their own intentions, that’s what made it so easy for him to just dump them instead of having a real bond with someone: Improving their social ranking, earning material gifts - or, what Loki hated most, simply getting near his way more attractive, famous brother.

Great, he managed to get lost in all those negative memories again, now ready to direct his anger towards you. The air has gotten thick after only as much as a few sentences. Sometimes it felt like his own mind was mocking him, keeping him from any form of joy.

“My prince” you repeated again, breaking his like of thought, “I fear there’s been a misunderstanding...” You cleared your throat, explaining “I am assigned to be your new guardian from now on.”

Well, at first you helped him to break free from remembering the embarassments of the past - yet your words wouldn’t be able to lift his mood in the slightest.

“You?!” he blurted out, holding his stomach in laughter. He was right, though. 

Even though your body language had a serious military tone, you wouldn’t look like a warrior in the slightest: Small, pale and dressed in a long, silken dress instead of an armor.

“A true warrior doesn’t need to be intimidating, they need training, experience and tactics” you murmured - much to his approval. How often did he mock his brainless brother for only knowing blunt violence instead of thinking a plan through. Yes - another similarity between you and him.

You placed your right hand over your heart, to symbolize what honour this matter meant to you - while also trying to calm your own breath and heartbeat.

Not that it mattered for Loki, but he loved to be respected and was quite flattered of your words and actions.

He mustered you from head to toe, trying to find out why he was so involved with you from the very first second. Loki circled and watched you from every angle, making you even more flustered than you already were. All these years of preparation couldn’t help you deal with this unreal seeming moment.

You knew who you were dealing with, but you’d never think of how it all would turn out in the end.

“I-I am deeply sorry, Lord, I thought you’d already been informed about this” you babbled, not knowing that the mood was about to shift.

“Great” he gritted between his teeth, a grim tone coating his voice, “Incredible! A bodyguard?! What a joke...”

Loki walked back and forth, kicking some stones and yelling randomly while cussing words unsuitable for someone of the royal family. He just wasn’t able to find any rest in his head.

Yet he tried to comprehend why his father would want him to have a bodyguard - and the result of his pondering wasn’t really satisfying: Odin probably thought he was too weak, to ill-minded and not fit to be the heir of the throne. What a farce - someone of the royal family, not able to protect themselves and needing someone to watch over him all the time.

Or did his father simply not trust him? Is it that, he lets a “bodyguard” follow his every step and report all failures and mischief he causes directly to the Allfather, so he would be punished immediately?

Still, all the anger put aside, Loki was oddly restrained. Was it because he didn't want to concern you or have an all too bad first impression? You, who only knew him for a mere few minutes, and who is below him in any way?

For a long time, there was just silence. While the sun settled and night began, the two of you were still standing on that hill, encoated in an unsettling abscence of words.

"No" he finally cut through this thick air, "No, I haven’t been informed. I never am. Why ask your son anyway, if you don't care about his opinion anyway?" he now yelled, throwing his hands into the air.

He really lost his cool around you, leaving you only able to watch and listen him talking all the weight from his heart. "Now tell me: Do I really look that weak?! Hel!”

It made you sad seeing the mighty prince like this. Sorrow overcame you as you realized just what kind of pressure he was putting on himself.

Still saluting, you summouned a halberd and kneeled once again, the light of the settling sun making your whole silhouette shimmer. To Loki, it was a truly breathtaking view. Finally, his head was completely empty - absent from any of his usual dark thoughts.

“It is not my place to judge you or the majesty" you said confidently, without any doubt in your voice. "But I vow that from this moment on, all of my loyality will belong to you and only you, my prince. Ever since my birth I have been trained in secret, far away from any bindings, until I was ready to serve. You see, the Allfather also did me wrong, but I don't hold any grudge. He robbed me of a normal life, yet it was for a higher good."

Tz. How naive, he thought. But as much as he disliked your not at all justified understanding for his father, this vow managed to touch him deeply.

"And what's so special about a simple fire magician?"

For a second, you couldn't hide the look of surprise on your face. "How did you-"

"-know?" he interruped, obviously having regained his composure. "Don't insult me. I'm a master at the magic arts, and I'm much more experienced at that. At least concerning this, you are an open book to me."

"That's right" you explained while trying to stay professional as he mustered you again, picking on your clothes and weapon like a curious child.

"Yet you could say that I have a…” for a second, your voice got lost in your throat. “... property, that makes me the ideal bodyguard.”

A property? What kind of quirk might you posses that makes you so valuable?

Hearing this, he stopped in his tracks, standing still like a statue after getting a strand of hair out of your face. The brightest eyes, (your eyecolour) irises stared at him in pure wonder. Even after all that he said until now, all the God of Lies could feel was pure, genuine concern.

And oh, how he yearned for this. From this moment on, his decision was set in stone: He'll keep you near, make you his pet and pastime - at least his pride didn't allow him to think otherwise. Even though his real intentions were something the reserved, warily man didn’t understand himself.

Loki shook his head when he realized just for how long he stared into your eyes, with his mouth wide open. He felt like he's been caught being weak, and like he always did when he felt insecure, he found the only way to compensate for this was for him to humiliate you.

“I ask once again: What are you? "

You managed to keep a straight face. Finally, you were allowed to share youur secret with someone:

"I am the Keeper of Fire, my lord."

Impossible. A simple, weak girl like you, possesing one of Asgards greatest attributes?

But he could tell you were telling the truth.

"I wonder what else my father tries to lock away from the world...through hiding and lies he reigns. That's the only way me and my father are similar."

Suddenly, he grabbed both of your wrists, almost as if to crush them, his emerald eyes piercing into the core of your being, trying to somehow comprehend what great power was now under his control.

When he saw your shocked look, he let go off of you.

“For a trained combatant, you’re very easy to rattle” he frowned, seeing that you took a step back. “But from now on, I’ll be your teacher - not those moronic warriors who are wasting your potential. You’ll take every single word from my lips as command.”

He stepped closer again, whispering right into your ear “You’re wax in my hand, little dove. And I’ll form the ideal warrior.” It was like your power was making him feel invincible, too. “Did I express myself properly?”

“As you wish, my Lord.”

“Oh” he smirked evily, “I prefer the term ‘master’ from now on.”

“All right” you finally smirked back, making his heart jump a little, “Everything you say, my master.”

___

When he finally got back to his senses, Loki almost felt like he could actually feel your soft hands like back then, when he escorted (more like dragged) you back to the palace, where you’d live officially from now on.

It was ridiculous when he thinks about it: The man who didn't trust anyone instantly believing a girl he's never seen before, and just came out of nothing with a wild story about being a chosen one.

Yet he did, and it felt so easy, so naturally to trust you.

Reality fell onto him like a crushing punch from the Hulk when he remembered ‘the rules’. They were engraved into his heart like scars.

Many people thought that the ‘Keeper of Fire’ was just a tale. No one knew what details were true and which part of stories and ballads, yet it seemed like it had just been another one of his fathers well kept secrets.

On your way home from that hill - the beginning of your shared way - he persuaded you to tell him everything about this incredible power:

1. There can only be one Keeper of Fire at a time. When the choosen one dies one and for all, a randomly selected child will inherit this attribute. There is no way to affect who is chosen next.

2. The Keeper of Fire is blessed with the Power of the Phoenix - technically, he can never die. Every time he does, he’ll be reborn randomly as a creature of the Nine Realms.Their appearance stays basically the same, expect for the characteristics of the respective race.

“So you can turn out to be something else than an Asgardian, right?”

“Yeah, the moment I take my last breath, my soul will be transferred to a child that’s about to be born in this very moment. It's coincidence, really."

“Have you already experienced this?” Everything about you was so exciting, so different from this whole, boring life that Loki could only harldy hide his excitement.

“It is wonderful, actually. You see so many different points of view, ways of living... It's truly a privilege.” Remembering your past lives, you began to smile so bright that Loki thought he might faint. So that's why you were so calm, understanding and thankful. Did he even deserve to walk aside such a pure creature? “My whole existence, your father would always manage to find me. It’s not that hard to find the Phoenix’ Flame, if you know how. So I’ve spent all my lives earning experience on the battlefield, dying very young.”

Much to your surprise, the prince looked very sad upon hearing this - little did you know it was because he felt like he should blame himself. You were trained to become his bodyguard, after all. And it had surely not been easy on you.

Not that he would ever voice those feelings, nor admit that it would affect him this much. Maintaining his distance to people he might open up to was his main commandment.

3. Your new body will age very fast, up to your “blossom time”. Around that time, you’ll stop aging at all, making it impossible for you to die. None of your fellow beings will ever be aware of this fact, and neither are you. So everyone around you behaves as it was completely normal.

4. After having been reborn, you'l have no memory of your past lives, until something very important from reminds you of them.

Chuckling, you tried to lighten up the mood as you added “I lived 2 lives as an Asgardian, one in Alfheim and...one in Nidavellir.”

Loki laughed, loudly and heartily, and you almost forgot that this man was known only for making everyone’s life miserable. Right now, it felt like the two of you knew each other forever - that’s how freely and satisfyingly you could talk.

“So that’s why you’re so small” he joked, wiping a tear of joy from the corner of his eye. "You were a dwarf, hilarious!"

"Hey!" you responded, "Maybe you're just too tall! You're almost as big as one of the Jotuns!"

His face darkened again when he thought of all the comrades he lost in battle against them. "This is no matter for jokes. Do not compare me to those vile beasts."

By the gods, this guy really has mood swings, but you guessed you should prepare to get used to that.

Actually, you wanted to say something about the Jotuns - yet you thought it'd be better if not all secrets were to be lifted from the very beginning. A feeling told you it would be better if you kept your mouth shut about this topic - at least for now.

"One last question..." Lokis own voice was echoing in his head, "If there can only be one of you at a time, but you cannot perish... How can there ever be an end to your immortality? How do you pass it on?"

His silent tears turned into loud sobbing as he slammed his fists onto the ground, until his knuckles began to bleed.

His heart felt like it was bursting under the pressure of him once again realizing the reason of you not coming back to live like you always did.

There was no hope, he now understood.

It was him, he knew that much. Everything he's done to you made this cruel, final rule work:

"That's easy. I will only reincarnate if I have the will to live on."

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❝ king of the clouds ❞ kth ― m.

― summary:

you were in an arranged marriage with a man you’re convinced isn’t fit to be your husband. he’s got his head too high in the clouds.

taehyung/reader | royal!au, arranged marriage!au | smut, light fluff | 4.7k ↬ content warnings: loss of virginity, blow job, deepthroating, cunnilingus, overstimulation, forced orgasm, multiple orgasms, soft/slow sex, hand holding, pet names, praise kink, dirty talk, return of the fat cock

a/n: this fic is actually from a Fic Title ask game I played a while ago! I hope you enjoy it!

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Life moved fast, it had always been that way ever since you were born as the Crown Princess to the Kingdom of Eneolia. The second you entered this world, your duties as Princess and heir to the Kingdom began.

Three major rulers shared the land; Drosea Dynasty to the south, Icrasea Empire to the west, and the Kingdom of Eneolia occupying the land to the north and east.

For 150 years Eneolia and Icrasea had battled over land and resources as they felt they belonged to the other. Salt deposits and even gold could be found in the land to the west -- land claimed by Eneolia.

Approximately 20 years ago, the Kings of both lands came to the agreement that their heirs will marry; a peace treaty so both lands would then be entitled to the wealth in the west.

Prince Taehyung was born on a snowy December night just before the new year began.

Approximately a year later, you were born, on a day where clouds filled the sky and rain pelted the earth.

The minute you took your first breath; you were wedded to Prince Taehyung.

Yes, life moved fast and that was how it would stay until the day you died.

"He is a complete airhead!" You shrieked, glaring at your own reflection in the mirror as your maid, a girl around your age named Hana, made your hair with practiced ease.

"I-I'm sure he isn't that bad, my lady," Hana muttered, used to your complaints by now but still trying to ease your negative feelings. "You've not even properly met him yet,"

"Yeah but I always see him at the peace meetings," You huffed, scratching your cheek where a stray hair was tickling your skin. "He looks like he's completely empty-headed! And when he talks...ugh, he nearly puts me to sleep! How am I meant to marry someone like that?!"

"But he's quite handsome," Hana offered, giving your hair a little spray of hairspray to keep it in place.

"Oh, so I should spend the rest of my life just enjoying his pretty face? What am I supposed to do about talking to him? It'll be like talking to a walnut, absolutely pointless! I wish I had been wed to Namjoon,"

Namjoon was the head guard, in charge of commanding all of the knights in your kingdom. He was intelligent and kind and always had something to talk about; he wasn't bad looking either; it would have been perfectly acceptable to marry him.

"I know, Your Highness," Hana patted your shoulder sympathetically before placing the hairspray down. "But perhaps when you meet with His Highness Prince Taehyung, you'll realize that there's much more deep down than what he presents himself at meetings,"

"Maybe you're right," You muttered, standing up and smoothing your dress down; it was blue, your favorite color.

Then, on cue, there was a soft knock to your door and a messy head of hair peeked in with a blank look.

"Yoongi, you're right on time," Hana greeted, a little blush to her cheeks when Yoongi nodded her way.

Min Yoongi was your personal guard, guiding you to and from various activities and always keeping you out of harms way if need be. He appeared completely bored with life on the outside during his working hours but once the day was done he became a goofy smiley mess and he was a complete joy to be around. You supposed he needed to appear more rough on the outside to make people more intimidated to approach.

"Let's get this over with," You whined, allowing Yoongi to take your arm and guide you the rest of the way out of the palace.

A pit of dread was already settling in your stomach.

"Where the hell is he?" You growled, glaring at the empty seat across the table.

"Language, Princess," Yoongi gently scolded from behind you but you waved him off with a single gesture.

"He is 45 minutes late!" You snapped, crossing your arms over your chest petulantly.

You heard Yoongi sigh just before the double doors to the private room the two of you had slammed open, making you both jump. You watched a man about Yoongi's height dashing in, stumbling slightly once he reached the table. You narrowed your eyes at him, recognizing him as Taehyung's personal guard.

"I-I'm so sorry, Princess," He panted, doubling over and coughing slightly. "T-Tae- Prince Taehyung wandered off and forgot he was due for dinner and I had to hunt him down, I'm so sorry for making you wait like this,"

"It's fine, it's not your fault," You muttered, already feeling bitter towards your fiance forgetting you, on your first real 'date' as well!

Who forgets to meet their future wife?!

"Jiminie!" A loud voice whined and when you looked you could see Prince Taehyung dragging his feet towards the table. "You have such short legs but you're so speedy,"

"Y-Your Highness, please," You could literally see the way Jimin was trying not to literally throttle the taller man.

'Were they quite close?' You wondered, glancing over at Yoongi who was busy staring wide-eyed at Jimin.

Okay then.

"Hi _____," He greeted casually, sitting down and flashing you an adorable boxy smile. He really was good looking, wasn't he? Still, his casual use of your name and the way he spoke to you still irked you, even if he was your fiance it doesn't mean you have to like him.

"How can you expect to run two kingdoms if you can't even remember a simple dinner with your fiancee," You snapped, seeming to startle him.

"I don't really care about all that political nonsense," He muttered, grabbing the glass of water where the ice had since melted, making the water nearly overflow in the glass.

"You don't care--" Your gaze narrowed on him but he seemed to miss your glare as he looked over the menu."Unbelievable,"

Yoongi and Jimin both shifted uncomfortably, feeling the air around you go tense the longer you glared at him. Taehyung, of course, remained oblivious with his eyes just on the page in his hands.

Unfortunately, the dinner remained like that and only Taehyung attempted to make conversation, completely oblivious to your glare and cold responses.

"Father!" You cried, storming towards where he sat in his throne as usual, obviously startling by the way he jumped slightly. Your voice echoed around the throne room, making you sound even louder than you already were.

"______, still as unladylike as ever," He muttered, making you roll your eyes.

"I refuse to marry Kim Taehyung," You growled, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Why is that, my dear?" Your father sighed, pushing himself to his feet before descending the stairs.

"He is an absolutely...a-a...he's an idiot!" You shrieked, stomping your foot. "He was almost an hour late for our dinner and he told me he's not even interested in running the kingdom! How am I meant to marry someone like that?!"

"Taehyung is a very bright young man, _____, not everyone can be as politically-inclined as you are," He placed his hands on your shoulders and smiled. "You are perfectly capable of handling all of that on your own,"

"Exactly, so just let me run Eneolia on my own!"

"You know that's not possible _____," He sighed, cupping your cheek. "I promise Taehyung is a very good man,"

"Just...I don't want to marry him, Father!"

"I'm sorry, the answer is no," He said before breezing past you and leaving you alone to steam.

Someone cleared their throat behind you and you jumped, spinning around to see Namjoon standing with a small smile on his face.

"How long have you been here?"

"Oh, I've been here the whole time," His grin turned into a chuckle when you averted your gaze bashfully.

You can't believe he saw you act so immaturely, so angrily. You always wanted to show him your best side but at least he didn't seem overly bothered.

"I'm sorry you're having such a tough time, Your Highness," He placed his hand, warm and soft, on your hand and gently pet your hair -- an action almost older brother-like.

"I just...don't want to marry someone like him," You sighed, pulling his hand off your head to take his hand in yours. "I want someone who wants to run things, who wants to be King...how can we ever keep our power if we have a King whose head is in the clouds?"

"I've met His Highness Prince Taehyung many times, my lady," Namjoon slid his hand out of yours and gave you a tight-lipped smile. "Your father is right, he's a good man,"

With those words and a final gentle pat to your back, you were left alone once again with your thoughts. You could hear the fading footsteps of the guard and you sighed.

Nothing to be done about it now. There was no point in crying over spilled milk, right?

The castle was nothing but loud, people rushing back and forth in the hallways and shouting at each other over everything. More than once you'd heard the deafening crash of glass from somewhere followed by 30 minutes of scolding and shouting over said destroyed object.

"I'm getting a headache," You grumbled, staring at your reflection as Hana and some of the other maids worked on hemming your dress and doing your hair and makeup.

"I'll get you some medicine, my lady," a young girl, a newer maid, scampered out of the room before you could even tell her it wasn't worth it; the damn thing would just come back.

Hana was carefully spraying your hair with hairspray as another lady dusted soft highlight across your cheekbones.

"Here, my lady," The girl returned, carrying a small packet of medicine. It was a disgusting sheet of herbs that would melt on your tongue; it tasted awful but it would do the job wonderfully.

"Princess," Namjoon and Yoongi were both at your door this time. "Are you ready, Prince Taehyung is waiting,"

"Yeah, as ready as I'll ever be," You let Hana spray your hair once more before you allowed both men to lead the way you were meant to go.

As you made your way to the throne room, where the ceremony was set to take place, you could already hear music drifting down the hallway.

"I don't want to do this," You sighed, earning a sympathetic smile from Yoongi.

"At least you can look forward to the after party and your honeymoon," Namjoon interjected.

"Yeah, maybe they'll let me get wasted,"

"Princess," Yoongi scolded, stopping in front of the door to the throne room. "Everything will be fine,"

Before you could give him a snarky remark, the doors were opening.

Inside the room was filled with people; on one side stood Eneoria's people and the other stood Icrasea. That reminded you that this was not a marriage meant to make either you or Taehyung happy; it was a marriage to make things easier for both your kingdoms.

Your father looked on, his head held high as you were escorted down the aisle by your personal guard and the head guard. Taehyung was standing at the end of the room, hands clasped in front of him but he didn't look at you yet.

He was dressed formally, wearing the Icrasea Empire's official royal attire. His bangs, which usually hung low in his eyes were now slicked back and actually held your breath once you stood before him.

He was extremely handsome.

He offered you a smile and carefully took your hand in his; quite a large hand as well. You'd never noticed just how...big Taehyung was; he had wide shoulders and he was tall. His skin was smooth with a beautiful amount of tan making him glow under the sunset shining through the windows of the cathedral.

In front of both families, you were united in a union with a man you barely know; a man who couldn’t even remember he was to meet you for a simple dinner.

And yet as you shared your kiss, solidifying your marriage, your only thought was how sweet he smelled and how warm and soft his lips were against yours.

The room you two shared was extravagant; a canopy bed with thick silk sheets and an incredibly soft comforter with golden trim that sparkled. You sat on the bed, mindlessly petting the soft fabric while Taehyung simply looked through the photographs that had been taken of your wedding.

It was silent, but not comfortably so. It was an uncomfortable, tense silence that overtook the two of you.

“I want to apologize to you,” He said suddenly, his back still facing you. You once again realized how broad his shoulders were.

“Apologize?” You parroted, albeit dumbly.

“That you were forced to marry me,” He turned around now, his blonde hair sparkling under the light of the chandelier. “I know that it’s not what you wanted out of life and I know that you do not love me,”

You stared at him with wide eyes, not expecting these words to come from your now husband. He looked sad, a tiny sympathetic smile on his lips and eyes glossed over as he spoke to you.

“And if,” He approached you as he spoke, kneeling before where you sat on the bed. “You need to find love somewhere else, in the arms of another man...I understand,”

In that moment you felt like a complete and utter fool; this man, despite being wed to you, had planned to give you his everything while you had only complained about him. And now he was giving you the opportunity to cheat on him and he was fine with it. Except, you could tell he wasn’t okay with it by the way his shoulders slumped sadly.

“Taehyung,” You reached down and took his hand in yours, allowing him the courage to look up at you. “I...I think I misjudged you and...I’d like to try and have a nice marriage with you,”

"Really?" He asked, his eyes lighting up at your words. There was another beat of silence as you shared a moment together, registering the fact you were really beginning a marriage with this man.

"Can I kiss you?"You were surprised in your own lack of hesitance before you nodded. Immediately, his lips were on yours and you were once again enveloped in his addictive scent. Your fingers tangled in his hair, the blonde locks incredibly soft that you began mindlessly petting them. You felt Taehyung smile and breathe out a laugh against your lips before you were pushed down to lay flat on your back. He was on top of you, pecking your lips a few more times before moving down.

As newlyweds, you were expected to consummate the union and you had been dreading it. But now, with your husband's soft pink lips trailing along the exposed skin of your chest and across your collarbones, you decided that it wasn't that bad after all.

You decided to make Taehyung's job easier by untying the bodice of your dress, allowing it to loosen so you could strip yourself of the many layers of your dress. He politely folded the material and placed it on top of the dresser across the room before he began to strip himself of his thicker clothes; also folding his royal garments and placing them out of the way.

You could see how he was growing hard in his pants, the tight material hiding absolutely nothing from your greedy eyes. Clenching your thighs together, you were quickly aware of how big he was already and you were sure he wasn't even fully hard.

Now that's a treat.

You were still wearing a simple nearly-transparent shift beneath. Taehyung's cock positively throbbed in his pants at the peek of your nipples he could see through the material and the lovely expanse of leg he craved to mark up.

"You're beautiful," He cooed, climbing onto the bed, making the mattress dip under his weight.

You didn't have a chance to reply before he was kissing you again, this time carelessly slipping his tongue into your mouth. His hands became busy, lightly pushing the thin material of your shift up your thighs so he could caress the smooth skin. You shuddered under the foreign touch, goosebumps rising on your skin.

"Are you a virgin, baby?" He asked, the pet name making you keen immediately and your cheeks burn hot. He seemed to notice, smirking at your reaction while keeping his eyes on you waiting for your answer.

"Y-Yeah I am," You already knew that he most likely wasn't a virgin. Taehyung was a hard man to wrangle and you doubted he was the type to just abide by the rules of chastity because he was told to. You, on the other hand, had always been more invested in learning the politics of the kingdom and how to take over once you were left in charge. You didn't exactly have time to frolic from bed to bed, although there had been plenty of good looking and charming men crossing your path.

"I'll treat you well, princess," He cooed, although he used the title as a pet name. Truth be told, that made you tremble in arousal.

He pulled off the plain shirt he wore, revealing the beautiful expanse of his tanned chest. You held your breath, reaching up to brush your fingers along the smooth skin, watching as he licked his lips at the feeling of you touching him.

He seemed to be losing his patience because he was suddenly pulling you shift off, leaving you completely bare before him. Before you had the chance to cover your breasts, a reflex of being exposed so suddenly, he pressed his lips against yours. Your chests were pressed together, your nipples hardening at the feeling.

Breaking the kiss, he immediately wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, flicking his tongue to make you whine. He began tweaking the other bud with his fingers to give you even more pleasure, grinding your hips upwards to get some friction to your heated core. Taehyung groaned, feeling your bare cunt -- hot and so wet, against his own cock still tucked away in his pants. The material of his pants stood no chance between your gushing hole and his own cock throbbing with every drop of precum. He couldn't take it anymore and he moved away to pull his pants off, groaning when his cock was finally free of the constricting material. Those pants were definitely not to be worn for comfort.

You licked your lips at the sight of his length, the tip a deep red and leaking down clear precum. He was big, thick and long with a solid vein on the underside. He wrapped a fist around himself, pumping his own cock for you to watch with lustful eyes.

"You wanna try and suck me off, baby?" He asked it was a genuine question. He could see you lick your lips and eye the wet tip of him as if you wanted to feel the hot weight on your tongue.

"Can I?" You whispered, scooting to the edge of the bed on your knees so his cock was almost level with your mouth. He was still holding the base of his cock, pointing the head to your mouth as if just offering himself up. "I-I've never done it before..."

"That's alright, baby," He smirked when you shuddered at the name. "I'll guide you through it,"

With his promise, you leaned forward, kitten licking the very tip. His silky precum danced across your tastebuds and you felt yourself gush at the taste of him. You almost felt addicted already, taking the head of him into your mouth, already feeling the stretch on your jaw. He was thick, there was no denying that.

You whimpered and whined to yourself, sucking him ever so softly that it had his head falling back in pleasure. Your hot little mouth was already too much for him and he couldn't resist tangling his hand into your hair. It was taking everything in him to not thrust more into your mouth, desperate to feel more of your hot mouth struggle to take him.

Slowly, you sunk down deeper onto him until half his length was nestled on your tongue. He was just barely brushing your throat and when you tried to take more of him in, you gagged and panicked. Taehyung groaned at the feeling of you just beginning to take him into your throat, your gag reflex kicking in and contracting around his hot cock. You desperately pulled off, tears filling your eyes as you coughed and gasped from the shock of choking on him.

Taehyung stared down at your with lidded eyes, chest heaving and speckled with droplets of sweat. His hand, which had fallen away in your effort to pull away from him, now began lightly petting your hair to calm you.

"Do you wanna try that again?" He asked, swallowing thickly at your wide teary eyes gazing up at him. "You trust me, right?"

"Y-Yeah," You choked out, coughing a little.

"I want you to take me deeper, alright?"

You nodded, preparing yourself by breathing evenly. You took him back into your mouth, feeling pride swell within you as his sigh of pleasure. When he brushed the point of no return, you looked up at him to find him smiling softly.

"Take a deep breath for me," He cooed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You did as he told you, inhaling deeply through your nose before he was sinking deeper, pushing against your gag reflex. You coughed and sputtered but didn't pull back, tears dripping down your cheeks.

"G-Good girl, fuck," He growled, feeling you choking around him but keeping your teary gaze on him. You preened under the praised, feeling yourself gush once more.

Mindlessly, you ground your cunt against the bed beneath you, whimpering at the stimulation as Taehyung pulled out of your mouth. You breathed in deeply once more, earning a soft praise from Taehyung again, before he was sinking into your throat. You were fully prepared to choke this time, making it much easier on you.

"God, are you turned on from letting me fuck your throat?" He groaned and you were sure the bed was soaked beneath you now. Hearing that deep, golden voice uttering such filthy things to you had you more turned on than you ever would have thought possible.

Suddenly, he pulled out of your mouth -- a strand of saliva and precum still connecting your lips to his cock.

"Fuck, lay back for me," He cooed, helping to shuffle you further up the bed so you were situated in the center of the king sized mattress.

Taehyung was a man with one goal in mind as he didn't waste a single second before he was on his stomach, spreading your thighs apart so your cunt was on display to him; dripping and absolutely throbbing for some attention.

"So pretty," He whispered, mostly to himself, as he used two thumbs to spread you open.

Your jaw fell open as you looked between your legs to watch as he licked a fat stripe over your entire cunt. He moaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head at your taste, sliding his tongue over your sensitive clit. You clutched desperately at the bedding beneath you, trembling all over as Taehyung gave special attention to your clit. As you gushed, he took the opportunity to slide two fingers into your tight hole; immediately searching for your spot.

"Oh!" You cried out, legs kicking out at the feeling of being stimulated so deeply. Taehyung's nimble fingers abused that little spot, swirling his tongue over your clit and taking a moment to cup the bud between his lips.

"Taeeeee..." You whined, reaching down blindly to grasp onto him, locking your fingers in his hair. As you pulled he moaned, sending little vibrations to your clit and you felt tears burn your eyes at the unadulterated pleasure.

He managed to add another finger, sinking 3 into you now to stretch you out for him. You were panting, crying and whining, grinding sloppily against his face and fingers for more. He kept on of your thighs pinned to the bed to keep you spread as you began to cum, attempting to close you legs around his head at the waves of pleasure that rolled through you. You tugged on his hair, cried out his name, and trembled on the bed as your sweet cum gushed and coated his fingers. Mindlessly, he ground against the bed beneath him, getting off on watching you fall apart so violently for him.

"Fuck!" He cried, scrambling away from you at breakneck speed.

Your thighs slipped closed, still shaking from the aftereffects of such a mind-numbing orgasm. You blinked blearily at him, kneeling there panting with his eyes closed.

"W-What is it?" You whined, reaching forward to grab his hand. When he opened his eyes, you nearly choked at how dark the were.

"You nearly had me cumming all over this fucking bed, princess," He muttered, forcing your thighs apart once more to slot himself between them. Still, pride swelled within you again at the idea of you having such a strong effect on the prince.

He gripped the base of his cock, lightly tapping against your clit to listen to whine at how sensitive you felt. He knew it would be easy to make you cum again. Taking a moment to gather your juices and cum on his cock, he made sure he was sufficiently lubricated before the tip of him began to prod at your entrance.

He leaned down, brushing his lips against yours while lacing his fingers between yours; an action meant for affection while also able to keep himself from crushing you under all his weight.

He cursed softly, surging his hips forward to slowly sink into your heat; walls stretching to accommodate him. You had been well-prepped beforehand so there was no discomfort as he groaned.

"Look at you taking my fat cock so well," He groaned, watching your hole open to take him in until he was bottomed out, pelvis grinding against your sensitive clit.

As you whined, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, letting go of your hand so slide his arm beneath your head. Your chests were pressed against each other as he rolled his hips to start a soft pace; cock sliding out slightly before sinking back in. It was almost a teasing pace, but his length ground against your spot and his pelvis was grinding against your bud. He had you trembling beneath him in a matter of minutes as he moved his lips to your neck to kiss just below your ear. You shivered, wrapping your arms around him to clutch onto him, sinking your nails into his back as he filled you.

"T-Tae-" You whined, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

"Are you g-gonna cum?" He breathed, tangling his hand into your hair, cupping the back of your head to hold you close against him. You whimpered out a soft 'yes' just as your orgasm began.

Taehyung cradled you against him as you came, legs trembling around his waist. Your cunt tightened, nearly locking him in place from how tight you became, moaning out the pleasure he brought you. Before Taehyung could say anything, his own orgasm hit him, filling your spasming pussy with his hot cum, some leaking down his shaft and onto the bed.

He held himself inside you for a moment, wincing as you started to come down, still squeezing his now oversensitive length. But he wasn't to make sure you were done before he pulled out; watching your face screw up from the overstimulation.

Then, once everything was still and you were cradled against his chest with him cooing soft praises to you and kissing your head, you truly felt like you could come to love this man. You already felt yourself falling and it might be fast but, that's all your life has been anyway.

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[ghost-nabbers-imagines]

💀 with either Sal or Larry, maybe so gets bit after saving them

I did both Sal and Larry but Larry's is written for a fem reader because I really liked the idea for his.

Sal

Considering it was the apocalypse Sal made sure you guys had plenty of supplies in the beginning to avoid confrontation with the outise and long as possible.

But of course you'd eventually have to go out and savage for more food.

He insisted on going out but you insisted on tagging along. After about an hour arguing over whether you were staying or leaving with him he finally caved. You two spent a long while going over a plan.

When it came time to go out you were both nervous but Sal more so. He really didnt enjoy being bitten by a dog let alone a zombie.

He grabbed his handgun and a machete, while you had a crossbow and a katana as well as you both having knives.

You both piled into his car and drove to the grocery store where Sal and Larry used to have part time job. Luckily the shutters were still down and the door was still covered meaning no one had been able to get in.

You guys unlocked the door pulling the can as close to the door as you could leaving the back open.

Both of you grabbed shopping carts and began making your way down the isles unloading the cart each time one got full.

You were in one of that isles grabbing as many canned goods as you could fit in the cart.

"So I'm thinking we can probably fit another cart full in after this one and then we can just leave the door open when we leave."

"Yeah good idea love we have more than enough food here. I'm gonna go grab a couple can openers since they're on the end of this isle."

He walked down a little ways while you returned your focus to the canned goods. A few minutes later you heard him yell.

"N-no not you. No!"

You flipped around to see the zombified corpse of Larry stumbling towards Sal.

He sight of him practically broke your heart. He was still dressed in his uniform of khaki pants, the blue shirt, and the neon vest with a now very faded smiley face. His clothing was tathered and dirty. Some of his hair covered his face hiding away his rotting skin. He had a chunk of flesh missing from his shoulder where he had been bitten.

Knowing that Sal wouldn't be able to kill even the corpse of his best friend you took off towards to the two shoving the cart into your old friend's corpse knocking him into the shelf.

You went to grab your knife from your packing only for it to get caught in a tear in the bag.

You struggled to pull it out only for Larry to knock you to the ground pinning you there. You felt your knife go flying in the other direction.

Larry chomped his teeth snarling above you. Sal was trembling trying to force himself to help.

You pushed with all your might trying to get the lanky corpse off of you.

Before you could move him too far you felt his teeth bite into your upper arm.

Letting out a scream you felt your flash tear between his teeth ripping a hole in your flesh. Blood poured down from the would and out of Larry's teeth.

Seeing you hurt Sal jumped into action he took one one of the cans to Larry's head knocking him off you. Once he was off Sal kept swinging till the corpse was no longer moving.

You moved your right hand to the gash in your left arm. You were bitten like for real. This was it.

"B-baby I- I'm so so sorry. This is my fault."

He crouched down to your level.

"No love it's not your fault."

Sal kissed you tears falling down his face.

"What if we cut it off?"

"That might work you dont think it's too late?"

"We have to try I'm not losing you too. I can't lose you. I can't."

He helped you move to the first aid isle laying you down on a sleeping bag hed found in the store.

You pulled off your shirt while Sal cleaned his blade with shaky hands. Once it was disinfected he gently kissed your forehead taking a deep breath.

Even though your arm was burning with pain you forced a smile.

"I love you Sal."

"I love you too."

He got ready to make the first cut but you stopped him.

"Wait wait!"

He looked at you with teary eyes confused as to why you were prolonging this further.

You painfully moved your engagement ring and wedding band over to your other hand.

He smiled weakly with a small sniffle.

"Dont wanna lose those."

He swung the machete cutting deep.

You let out a loud painful scream.

With his second hit you had fainted. Once the arm was off he began applying pressure to the wound with the sterile pads.

When you woke up you were in pain still but no fever. You reached your hand up to feel where your arm had been only to feel an empty space.

You forced your eyes open to see the ceiling of Sal's place. The place was dark telling you it was late. You could hear soft snoring coming from your side. Each snore was followed by a sad whine or sob. Sal was no doubt having a nightmare about what had happened and was crying in his sleep.

Slowly and painfully you moved your arm over to where his head was rested next to your stomach from sleeping sitting up on the floor. You moved your fingers through his soft blue locks making him stir in his sleep.

He shifted so he was sitting up. Once he rubbed the tears and sleep from his eyes he noticed you were in fact awake and not a walker.

"Love you're ok!"

"I think so babe!"

He hugged you tightly but carefully holding you close.

Larry

You two were in the middle of a run when you had gotten over run by a smaller horde.

You ducked behind a car door readying your barbed wire covered bat. At least Steve Harrington had taught you a few pointers in all those Netlfix binge sessions.

You jumped up swinging knocking one of the roaming corpses to the ground. You dodged around the body taking off in the direction of the apartments.

"(Y/n) love over here!"

You spotted Larry with his back against an overturned uhaul truck. Weaving in between cars and taking out a Walker or two you made your way to your fiance. You could feel the baby kicking in your much larger stomach hinting that he or she was just exhausted of running as you were.

You placed a hand on your growing belly taking a couple deep breaths now that you were back by your husbands side.

He hugged you placing a quick kiss on your cheek.

"We're almost home love. Just another mile or two."

You nodded but you couldn't say you were ready to run another 2 miles especially not in this weather.

After another breather you two set off again taking out a couple more of the living dead. After another few minutes you both stopped in order for you to catch your breath.

You let your back rest against a car.

As you struggled to catch your breath you felt a sharp pain Rip through your stomach. You knew for certain it was a contraction.

"Shit not now!"

"What's the matter love?"

"I think I'm in labor."

"Shit fuck! Not now! Are you sure?"

"Yea I think I can make it to the apartments."

You kept running but after a few minutes you felt a worse sharp pain making you scream out in pain leaning against a car. You grabbed onto the open window squeezing it in pain. Your water broke with this contraction.

A moment later you felt something tear into your wrist making you scream out in pain.

"No!"

Larry pushed you out of the way stabbing his knife into the skull of the Walker.

You looked down at your wrist shocked. You were bitten and in labor.

You had been bitten right at the wrist so your arm was bleeding heavily, considering the physical strain and the heat it just took everything out of you. You fainted falling right into Larry's arms.

When you woke up you were back in what looked like the apartments. You had woken up to that ceiling and poster covered wall everytime you spent the night at Lisa's place.

You could feel throbbing burning pain in both your arm and a dull burn in your stomach.

Even though it was muffled and fuzzy you could hear Larry talking to someone near by.

Once you slowly forced your eyes open completely you were met with the rest of Larry's room.

You moved your arm over feeling the space where the rest of your right arm should be.

Next you moved your hand to feel your stomach. You slowly moved Larry's Sanitys Fall shirt up tracing your stomach where there was a giant stiched up wound.

"She has her moms eyes."

"I know shes beautiful just like her mom. Wait till she wakes up and meets you kid. You're gonna love her. And she's gonna love you so fucking much."

"Want me to hold her while you go check on (y/n)?"

"Sure. Here (daughter name) go see grandma for a minute."

A moment later the door opened up to an exhausted looking Larry.

His eyes were sad and tired his hair a mess. His hands were slightly still colored red from what you could assume was your blood.

Once he saw you were awake he jumped to your side.

"Holy Fuck knuckle love you're awake!"

"What happened?"

He stroked your hair moving it from your face while holding your hand.

"You got bit and we. We were so far from home. I -i had no choice. I c-cut it off and carried you the rest of the way. You weren't conscious to push but thankfully that doctor Morrison showed mom and Todd how to do a c section just in case before he left."

Larry let a few tears fall down his cheek as he talked.

"So the baby is ok?"

"Not only is she ok but she's so beautiful and happy already."

"Can I see her?"

Larry got up kissing you sweetly before going to the door and calling his mom in.

She came in smiling handing you your daughter.

"Shes beautiful."

"I told you just like you."

"Fortunately for her she pulls off Larry's nose a lot better than he does."

"Fuck off little dude!"

Everyone shared a laugh happy that everyone was ok.

Later that night you two laid in bed the baby between you both wide awake Larry's arm draped over both you.

"I love you so much. I was so scared I was gonna lose you."

"I love you too Larry. You saved me. Both of us really."

"I cant take all the credit. You fought for keeping our baby alive even if you didnt know you were doing it. I need you to do me a favor ok?"

"Sure what lar bear?"

"That you won't go out as much anymore. I need you safe and she needs at least one of us alive. At least take it easy for a little while even after you've healed."

"Ok love I'll try."

He leaned forward kissing you then your daughters head.

Lex💛