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missdynamighttt · 7 months ago

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all i can think about is mean, pro hero! katsuki giving me backshots, man ☹️

you and katsuki were constantly at each other's throats, whether it was at hero work or at social gatherings. you couldn't stand each other, always arguing and sniping at one another.

but one night, after a few drinks at a work thing, some boring event. something happened. maybe it was just all the tension building up and you simply didn't notice because... you somehow ended up at his place, stripped naked, and honestly? it was mind-blowing.

"hey!" you pant desperately, whimpering from how firmly he grips on your hips. your hands grip onto his couch tightly as your knees hit the soft material. "loosen up a little, my hips are bleeding!"

katsuki's been on edge all day, his mind filled with images of you, wearing your tight fitted clothes that hugged your curves just right, and those high heels that make your legs look endless.

it didn't make it any better when you approached him too, too drunk to even remember where you live, getting you safe in his place and pushing aside your differences for now. maybe a little too much.

"what'cha talking about? i'm not gripping you hard enough," katsuki grins almost devilishly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he continues to slam into you from behind, admiring the warm red marks on your hips.

the alcohol earlier long left his system and yours. all he's drunk on now is the feeling of you clenching down on him, whimpering from beneath him. his hands hold onto your love handles as he pulls you into him, your sweet moans echoing in his ears.

he leans in close, breathing heavily, his voice low and rough. "besides.. you like it when i ram into you like this, don't cha?"

"god, you're insufferable," you huff out, frustration and a hint of vulnerability in your moans. "you're such a... fucking asshole."

katsuki grins at your reaction, his fingers sinking deeper into your skin. its not enough for him, the pleasure hes giving you. seeing as you're still being a bitch. more can't hurt, right?

a hand reaches forward, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back, a sick twisted feeling in him as he watches you struggle to take him.

"watch it, woman." he grunts, his balls twitching as it slams against your pillowy folds. it felt like heaven as he slams his cock hard into your warm cunny, after putting up with your ass for so, so long.

"you knew what you were doing when you decided to show up in that tight little dress. you've been waiting for this, haven't you?"

your yelp of surprise quickly turns into a gasp of pleasure as he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls it back firmly. you try pouting at him but can't keep the moan fully suppressed from your lips.

"not my fault you..." you manage to huff out, your voice filled with irritation and undeniable craving. "get turned on like a pathetic little teenager..."

katsuki laughs at your comment, his laughter quickly turning into a low, growl as he continues to thrust into you. he knows you're taunting him, trying to rile him up. and it's working.

"oh yeah? what makes you think i'm the pathetic one here, hah?" he pauses, landing a hard smack on your ass, earning another yelp from you before holding onto your hips again.

"you're the one on all fours here, getting fucked by me like a dog because you're too needy to wait til we got to bed..."

"don't act like you're any better," you retort, voice shaky with pleasure. "hypocrite.."

he scoffs, giving your hair another firm tug. "i can't help it if you looked that good, brat... besides, you love how much i want you. you love knowing how much i fuckin' need you. don't try to deny it..."

katsuki gives you another smack, this time a little harder. you whimper weakly, face flush with embarrassment as he continues his relentless assault on your cunt.

"you're... hah," you mewl out, voice trembling. "delusional... obsessed."

katsuki laughs again, the sound rough and low in his throat. "yeah, i am. its a real problem. can't help it if you're the only woman that gets me going like this. but you love it."

you muffle your moans by covering your mouth with your hand, your attempts to suppress your growing ecstasy proving very ineffective.

"you're just.. a horny jerk.." you gasp between breaths, the words coming out in a mixture of frustration and vulnerability. "all you are to me is an...easy lay."

katsuki grunts, feeling your words hit him like a punch in the gut. he knows you're trying to push his buttons, to get him to snap.

and it was working.

he tugs roughly on your hair, his eyes narrowing as he glares down at you.

"oh, you think i'm just an easy lay, huh? someone you can use whenever you need to, but then you can toss me aside when you're done? is that what you think i am?"

you can barely speak as he goes rougher on you, your words broken up by moans and gasps of pleasure as his cock bullies your cervix.

your eyes are closed, head thrown back, and all you can get out is a desperate repetition of "no," and "sorry," as you mewled with pleasure and submission.

katsuki loosens his grip on your hair a bit, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as you moan from underneath him.

he loves the way your voice trembles when you apologize, how you get all sweet and vulnerable when he's got you like this.

it's like you're a totally different person when you're not fighting and arguing, and he can't get enough of it.

"yeah? you sorry, huh?" he lands another hard smack on your ass again, another whimper rolling off of your tongue. "you sorry for callin' me names, sayin' things to piss me off?"

"yes, yeah, 'm...sorry... bakugo," you repeat through gasps of pleasure, almost pleading and surrendering to him. "...'m sorry..."

katsuki lets out a low growl, feeling something in his chest tighten at the sound of his name on your lips, your voice soft and vulnerable.

he's not used to seeing you be submissive, his grip on your hips tightening again. what he's used to is you calling him by his name, always in a tone full of sarcasm and irritation. but hearing his name from you, spoken like that...

it's driving him absolutely feral.

"tch. sorry enough to let me do whatever i want to you?" he mutters, his voice rougher than usual, massaging your doughy ass.

you nod, head bobbing up and down feverishly, your face hot from embarrassment. your chest rises and falls as you pant, feeling desperate and needy, the sounds of your rapid breaths echoing in the room.

"yeah? whatever i want?"

"shit— yeah.. anything.. just get on with it, dammit.."

katsuki's eyes narrow as he stares down at you, a sly grin spreading across his face. he knows exactly what he wants, and he can already tell it's going to catch you off guard.

"anything, huh? lean back a little f'me."

you bite down on your lip, contemplating what his next move might be before you gingerly get up on your knees, leaning back against him. you feels his chest pressed firmly against your back, the heat from his skin sinking through you.

katsuki grins, his hand letting go of your hair, moving down to your hips, using his grip to arch you back against him. his other hand grips your chin, angling your head back so he can look you in the eye. he stares down at you for a moment, his gaze intense, his face so close to yours.

then, without warning, he closes the distance between you, his lips crashing down on yours.

you gasp into the kiss, the sound muffled and lost in a tangle of messy, desperate need. you struggle to keep up with the kiss, overpowered by the relentless pace he sets.

as rough as he was, it felt vulnerable. strangely sweet. your lips part and a soft moan escapes, your body shivering and trembling against his.

his tongue pushes into your mouth as he kisses you deeply, desperately, his hands roaming over your body like he can't get enough of you.

he's wanted this for so long, but he never imagined it would feel this good.

katsuki's kisses become more feverish, his hands moving down to your hips, guiding you against him as his body presses against you from behind.

he breaks the kiss with a ragged breath, pushing you down against the couch, your face pressed into the cushions. his hand finds your scalp again, tugging on your hair again as he watches his cock sink deeper into your pussy.

"shit... was that what you were expecting?"

you cry out, the sound muffled by the couch. your body shudders and writhes, your hands clenching into tight fists as you shakes your head, lost in the overwhelming sensation.

"n-no.."

"figured.. but i'm willing to bet you liked it anyway."

you scoff, trying to feign annoyance or irritation, but there's no mistaking the flush on your cheeks or the way your body trembled when he kissed you.

you can't deny the intense and silent yearning when he kissed you, the way it makes you crave his rough touch, the temptation to melt into his arms all too strong despite your resistance.

"oh, you can deny it all you fuckin' want, but your body is tellin' me something different," katsuki grins, watching your body betray your feigned annoyance."act like you hate me, i don't give a shit. but i know you love this."

you pant out weakly, voice trembling and quavering as you whimper. "you're so... damn... mean."

katsuki chuckles, his grip on your hips tightening further as he grinds against you.

"that's right. i'm the worst, aren't i? and yet here you are, drippin' wet on my dick, all because of me."

his rough treatment of you, the way he makes your body shiver and quiver, his dirty, filthy words egging you on, has you trembling and embarrassed, overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure.

every muscle in your body tensed, your back arching against him as a cry escaped you. you were close. so, so close.

"bakugo, please... i.. i'm... gonna...." you moan out as you push your ass onto his abdomen, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you take everything he gives you.

katsuki's body shivers as you moans out his name, the sound sending a wave of electricity through him.

"tch, already?" he clicks his tongue at you, deliberately slowing down the pace. you let out a strangled whine, your body shaking in his grip. "c'mon, you better not get off now... i'm not done with you yet."

"bakugooo... i'm close... please..." you mewled, pleading and needy. "please, i need... i need... " you can't even finish the sentence, your mind consumed with the single-minded desire for him. and his dick.

"begging now, huh? what happened to all that attitude? did i fuck it out of ya that fast?"

"you fuckin' wish... shit... i don't care anymore... just make me feel good, please..."

your body trembles against him, shaking with need and desperation. you're pleading, begging him to give you what you need. you can't even form a coherent thought anymore, your mind fogged up raw, unrelenting need. the need for him.

"you really need it that badly?" katsuki coos almost condescendingly, loving how much you're falling apart beneath him. "you're shaking like a fuckin' leaf. this tight little pussy clenching down on me... you're pathetic."

"fuck, fuck, i'm sorry," your gasps and moans have evolved into a desperate whimpers and needy whines, your body shaking as tears stream down your face. "just need you.. need you so much, please.."

the pleasure overwhelms you, feeling like you're going to come apart at the seams. your body quivers uncontrollably against him, like a puppet whose strings are held by his every touch.

katsuki's mind is swimming, overwhelmed by the sight of you falling to pieces beneath him. he looks down at you, taking in her quivering, desperate state. he's never seen you so vulnerable, so needy for him. it's a sight he didn't know he needed to see.

he gently pulls you up from the couch, using his hand on your wrist. he leans over to you, his lips fanning over your ear, his breath warm on your skin.

"look at me, princess. let me kiss you again."

he calls you princess, not just because of your bratty and entitled demeanor, but because deep down, he wants to treat you like one.

he wants to pamper and spoil you, wrap you in luxurious silk sheets and never let you want for anything.

but admitting that was not easy for him.

so he covers it up, telling himself it's just your attitude that earned the nickname, not any weird, hidden desires.

your face is flushed, feeling embarrassed by his simple request and the intimacy of the moment. but the pleasure he's given you leaves your body and mind too fogged to object. with a breathless gasp, you turn to face him.

katsuki's eyes rake over your face, taking in all of you. for a moment, he looks at you with an expression you've never seen on his face before.

it's softer, gentler than his usual cocky grin or mean glare.

he leans in close, his face a few inches away from yours, his eyes fixated on your lips. slowly, he closes the distance between them, his mouth capturing yours in a surprisingly tender kiss.

as your lips met, it's like the world melts away. it's a feeling so unfamiliar to both of you, but at the same time, it feels so unbelievably right.

you gasp as he pulls away, the sudden absence of his touch leaving you with a pang of emptiness, your body still trembling and buzzing with need.

you want more. but you can't ask him that.

his eyes are fixed on your face, watching your cheeks flush hot with embarrassment as you meet his gaze. he can't help but chuckle, his usual cocky smirk back on his face.

"what, you gettin' all shy on me? after everything we've done tonight, this is what does it for you?"

"shut up..." you click your tongue, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but it's quickly unraveling when he starts his relentless pace again.

your words are broken between gasps and moans as he goes harder, your body arching needily against him. "oh, fuck.. yes, bakugo... please, 'm.. gonna..."

"yeah? you gonna cum for me, princess?" he grins, landing another hard smack on your ass. "you gonna cum all over this dick?"

katsuki's breath hitches at your nod and whiny pleas, his body shuddering against you. he can feel how close you are, and he's not sure how much longer he can hold on himself.

"cum for me, princess. wanna feel you clenching down on me, c'mon..."

at his words, you completely shatter against him, your body trembling, vibrations sending down his body as you whimper and moan against him. your gummy walls clamp down on his cock, painting your insides a creamy white of your own.

katsuki watches you unravel from beneath him, clicking his tongue when he feels close. he pulls his cock out of you, stroking it feverishly.

"fuck," he groans, spurting his thick seed onto your back, digging his nails into your hips.

you huff, chest heaving with each breath as you look back at him, clear frustration and arousal on your face.

"why didn't you.. cum inside?" your voice is a breathless whisper, filled with both annoyance and a hint of pleading need.

his eyes widen a little, his face flush as he lets out a breathless chuckle. "did you want me to?"

he reaches down, his fingers gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle. it's such a contrast from the rough way he treated you earlier, like a completely different side of him.

you scoff and look away, trying to hide the truth behind a pout. even the act of looking away feels like a betrayal to what you truly wanted.

"hmph. why would i want something like that..."

katsuki grins at your defiant expression, loving the feign indifference. he reaches out, tilting your chin up so you're looking at him again.

"you can admit it, y'know. i won't make fun of you."

you pout, as if trying to act like the thought hadn't crossed your mind before. but your words betray your feigned disinterest, cheeks flushed.

"maybe i do. do it inside next time."

his smirk falters a little, showing that gentle look in his eyes again like he's surprised, but not displeased, at your implication.

"you want a next time, princess?"

"yeah... unless, this is a one-time thing?"

it's a question that betrays you, giving him a peak of what you realled wanted. you're trying to sound casual, but the subtle tremble of your voice nearly gives you away.

katsuki notices the tremor in your voice, the hint of vulnerability behind the cool facade. he can tell when you're putting up that tough exterior.

"you really think I'd be done with you after just one night?" he chuckles, his hand moving down to your, rubbing the hot red nails marks.

"oh," your cheeks flushed, embarassed by his words. but you could feel your heart beat hard against your chest as you realize what he meant. "so.. will there be a next time?"

katsuki grins down at you, his hand roaming over you body, still taking in the sight of you, flushed and breathless beneath him.

even if he didn't want to (but deep down, he did), he found it nearly impossible to deny you. it was as if you had some sort of power, a hold on him that made his usual attitude falter.

he was caught, wrapped around your finger, a puppet to your whims, unable to do anything but surrender to you.

and he wanted nothing else.

"oh, there will definitely be a next time, princess. i'm nowhere near done with you yet."

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ part two ! ]

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fear-is-truth · 6 months ago

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mature content ; MDNI

JASON TODD firmly believes in the benefits of starting the day with an orgasm—it floods the body with endorphins, oxytocin, and dopamine, burns five calories per minute, and boosts the immune system. not that he needs much justification; for jason, it’s less about science and more about indulgence. whether it’s admiring the sight of your lips wrapped around him or the way your body stretches to accommodate him, he revels in the addictive pull of pleasure, the tingling in his lower stomach, and the way his thighs tighten on the brink of climax.

he groans, head falling back against the headboard, watching you through half-lidded eyes. your fingers dig into his shoulders as you ride him, your hips desperate and erratic, your soft whimpers filling the room.

“nghh, jay…” you whine, your forehead pressing against his, skin sticky and slick with sweat. his hands hover at your waist, trembling thighs struggling to maintain the rhythm.

“uh-huh,” his lips curl into a lazy smirk. “just like that. attagirl.” you let out a breathless, shaky moan. “need… need help…”

“need my help?” he chuckles darkly, and before you can respond, his grip tightens on your hips. planting his feet firmly into the mattress, he thrusts upward, slamming into you as he pulls you down to meet him. the sound of your squeal, sharp and pitched, is a reward in itself.

“fuck—oh, jay—” your voice breaks, the words dissolving into a broken cry when his tip grazes the spot that makes your toes curl. your body shudders, your nails dragging down his chest as he keeps you flush against him, rolling his hips at a brutal, steady pace. each deep thrust sends a jolt of pleasure through you, leaving you trembling. your head falls back, mouth parting with soft, breathless moans.

“look at you,” his voice is low and rough, his hands squeezing your hips hard enough to bruise. “so fuckin’ pretty like this, bouncing on my cock.”

your response is a muffled cry, the sensation of him filling you overwhelming. the wet sounds of him sliding in and out, the slap of skin meeting skin, and the symphony of your combined moans fill the room, drowning out everything else. his pace stutters, a deep groan escaping as he throws his head back, his thighs tensing beneath you. the way your walls flutter around him pulls him closer to the edge, but not before he drags you along with him, determined to wring every ounce of pleasure from you before he gives in.

#jackie writes dcu #jason todd #jason todd x reader #dcu #dc

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siancore · 2 months ago

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Written for the @sambuckylibrary SamBucky Summer Bingo On the Town Card - Square Fill: Pride.

Bucky Barnes had been many things in his long life. A son. A friend. A soldier. A hero. He stood now in front of the cameras and reporters a newly elected congressman. Part of the legacy that Bucky wanted to leave was for the people who had the time and energy to want to know him to really know him. He owed his next words to all of the people who looked up him; he owed the words to himself. Bucky braced himself, took a deep breath, and then said the words he needed to say.

“I just wanted to start by thanking you all for being here. I know what I have to say isn’t the most important thing for people to hear, but it’s important to me, and I just wanted to put it out there before I step into this elected leadership role.”

The sound of cameras clicking surrounded Bucky as he cleared his throat and stared directly into the main video camera that was focused on him.

“Where we find ourselves is, for want of a better word, tumultuous. We are in a place where the future historians will question us and what we’re doing to uphold the human rights of our people that many take for granted.”

Bucky calmed himself and continued to speak.

“There’s a lot of work to be done, by leaders and those who claim to support everyday people. Either we change the systems that have held people back and held people down, or we stand by and watch. Either we hold those accountable for the atrocities they enact, or we wholeheartedly welcome fascism to this land. And I’ve seen fascism at its worst. What it can do. How it takes people’s sense of humanity and replaces it with complacence. I don’t want to be complacent in the face of oppression. I don’t want to be complicit in oppressing others. I want to stand for the truth. That’s the way that I want to push back.”

Bucky took another steadying breath.

“If I don’t do much of anything, then I want to stand in my own truth.”

He breathed deeply once more and stared down the lens.

“My name is James Bucky Barnes, and I am a gay man. And I’ve learned that in this day and age, it’s so important for people who have the capacity and support to be themselves to stand up and be counted. To everyone else, I’m here for you and I’ll fight for you. I’ll answer a few questions now. Thank you.”

Bucky was sweating in his suit. His heart was thrumming against his chest. But he believed in his own convictions. He was happy to stand there on international television and tell the whole world an important part of who he was.

“Happy Pride,” said one reporter whom he gestured to. “Congressman Barnes, thanks for being so candid with us. We wish you all the best. My question is: Will you be joining Captain America at Capital Pride this year?”

“Thank you for the well wishes,” said Bucky with a genuine smile. “Sam took me to Capital Pride a little while ago when World Pride was hosted in DC. It was an amazing experience. My first time attending an event like that. It was really great to see everyone out and about celebrating and having a good time. I had a great time. If Sam wanted to invite me along again, then I’d uh, I’d be more than happy to tag along. Next question?”

“Mr. Barnes, can you go on the record and confirm whether or not you and Sam Wilson are more than friends?”

Bucky felt his face flush warm, and his palm sweat. He figured people were going to be intrigued by his and Sam’s relationship seeing as they were inseparable. Seeing as they were both queer men who were in each other’s proximity most of the time. They had asked Sam about it enough times. He took a discreet breath and answered.

“Sam is an amazing man,” said Bucky with an earnestness that reverberated through the small space. “He’s my best friend. When I first decided that I was going to continue on this path of doing this work, Sam supported me. He supported me in ways I can’t even put into words. Sam Wilson is the friend I wish I had when I was a young man trying to figure out my own wants and needs; my own sexuality. And he’s been that person for me now in this time and space.”

Bucky wrung his hands together and said, “I love him. I love Sam. He’s my best friend. What we have is so, so special to me. Putting a name to it feels like it could never be enough. We’re friends, co-workers, colleagues; partners. And everything in between. I have nothing but love and respect for Sam Wilson.”

The amassed reporters all erupted into a furore of more questions. Bucky inched back, held his hands up, and said, “That’s all the time I have for now. Thank you all for your time.”

With that, he stepped away and was ushered into one of the private courtyards as his assistant relayed to the journalists that he was done. Bucky reached into his pocket and retrieved his cigarettes and a lighter. He lit one and took a deep draw. It helped to calm his nerves. He paced back and forth in the small space. He had done it. He had come out to his constituents and the world. He felt as if he might throw up or dissolve. His other pocket began to vibrate. Bucky took his phone out and saw Sam’s name on the screen. He snubbed out his cigarette and then answered.

“Sam?”

“Hey, Buck,” said Sam’s rich voice. “You okay?”

Bucky ran his hand through his hair and let out a little laugh.

“Yeah,” he supplied. “Yeah, I’m okay. Are you?”

“Always,” Sam replied, and Bucky could hear the smile in his tone. “So, you did that.”

Bucky had no words, he just let silence pervade between the two of them. Comforting and grounding.

“You did really well,” Sam added. “Handled it like a pro.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m proud of you,” Sam proffered. “I know how hard it is to bare your soul like that. You did an amazing job.”

“I thought of saying ‘homosexual’ instead of ‘gay’.”

“No, that was fine.”

“Oh, thank fuck,” Bucky said with a chuckle. “I didn’t want to say anything that might’ve offended folks.”

“Nah,” said Sam. “You were awesome.”

“Thank you,” said Bucky, feeling a sense of ease wash over him. “Thanks, Sam. I –”

“You don’t have to say it,” said Sam. “I do gotta ask, though.”

“Oh, God,” said Bucky with a hand to his face and half a smile playing on his lips. “What?”

“Me and you?”

“Sam.”

“Nah, I just mean, Capital Pride.”

Bucky stifled a laugh and said, “What about it?”

“Well,” said Sam, sounding all kinds of cutesy. “The press wanted to know if you and I were going together.”

“Yeah?” said Bucky, unable to keep the smile from his face.

“So, are we going?”

Silence floated around a beat as Bucky cleared his throat.

“What, you mean like, together?”

“Yeah,” said Sam, sounding amused on the other end of the line. “Will you be joining me at Capital Pride this year?”

Bucky let out a small laugh and wiped his hand over his face.

“You askin’ me out?”

“If you’re sayin’ ‘yes’, then hell yeah,” said Sam, confident as ever. “I’m asking you out.”

Bucky felt his tummy do numerous somersaults as a deep happiness wrapped him up in a warm embrace.

“Well,” Bucky managed. “If you’re asking, then the answer is ‘yes’.”

He took a deep breath and said, “My answer to you is ‘yes’.”

Sam let out a rich, deep laugh and said, “Good. I’ll pick you up on the weekend.”

“It’s a date,” Bucky replied, giddy as all hell.

“Yep,” said Sam, the smile evident in his intonation. “It’s a date.”

#sambucky #bucky barnes #sam wilson #sambucky fan fiction #sbsummer2025

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catboyieejeno · 2 years ago

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.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・★

cw: mark x reader x hyuck, threesome, very little plot, unprotected sex, a lot of mentions of cum, so much cum... this shit is filthy... npr

18+ minors do not interact !

[ 11:44pm ]

it's unclear whether the heat that radiates off of you is due to the alcohol that swims in your system or the pair of mouths that kiss and lick across your body fervently. you can't keep track of all the sensations you feel, mind blurry as you moan and pant, writhing restlessly between your two best friends. kneeling on the mattress in front of you is mark with one hand pumping his flushed pink cock, the other squeezing your boob—the one that isn't in his mouth. his eyes are half-lidded and staring into yours, watching the way your face contorts each and every time hyuck slips a finger into your impossibly tight cunt.

the younger of the two boys who sits behind you, presses his swollen erection to your ass. meanwhile, his fingers are lost in your panties, thick digits alternating between pumping into you and rubbing your pulsing clit. your grip on his wrist tethers you, nails digging into his arm whenever something feels a little too good.

the night had started much differently: a movie night had dwindled into banter after hyuck's complaints that the movie mark picked out was awful. defeated, and knowing it was practically impossible to argue with hyuck, mark proposed that you guys get some wine and just talk instead, which was fine... until each of you were about three glasses in.

mark's fingertips began brushing your thighs, higher and higher, following the hem of your skirt that at some point, you stopped pulling down. hyuck's lips were whispering teasing comments in your ear, his arms snaking around your waist—something he usually did sober, except this time, with much less restraint.

you weren't oblivious; slightly past the point of tipsy? yes, but never oblivious. you leaned into their touches, giggled and blushed at their flirty passes, batted your eyes as your thighs pressed together...

just as you noticed the bulge in mark's pants, hyuck's wine-stained lips were on yours.

"d'you like that, baby?"

"yes," you reply so quickly that it's almost pathetic, letting your head fall forward and onto mark's shoulder. your eyelids are squeezed shut as your hips roll, grinding down into hyuck's hand and back against his dick.

he lets out a grunt, sliding his free hand all the way up your spine until it wraps around the base of your neck. he pulls you back up to him then moves to hold your throat, pressing his chest against you and attaching his mouth to your shoulder.

you whine out when he withdraws his fingers from between your legs, using your slick to rub his tip in circles. as he teases himself, he breathes hot air onto your skin where his tongue swirled just seconds before.

thankfully, you don't feel empty for long because mark scoots closer, looping his index finger on the strip of your cotton panties that covers your pussy. he moves it aside and guides himself towards you, sliding his length between your lips and coating it with your arousal.

"so wet," he mutters to himself, rubbing into you a few times.

"mark.."

he doesn't reply; instead, he guides himself side to side between your folds in order to stimulate your clit. your jaw slightly drops as you relish in the feeling.

"i need you," you whine.

"i know, i know," his reply doesn't sound convincing in the slightest. you can tell he's distracted watching the way his cock glistens from your juices, and your cheeks flush red in embarrassment as you open your mouth to protest once more.

"'need you to fill me up, baby, please," you plead in a small voice, but he only smirks and raises a brow at you.

"yeah?" he asks, "want me to stretch you out, sweet girl?"

from behind you, hyuck growls, "if you don't stick your dick in her right now, i'm going to."

unwilling to push hyuck's withering patience, mark scoffs and disappears between your folds in one smooth motion, pushing the head of his dick into your walls with almost no resistance. both of you sigh out in relief. your hands claw at his shoulders, grip tightening when he bottoms out inside of you. a moan rumbles in mark's chest and he leans down to capture your lips in a kiss.

he's so close that he's pressing his hips completely to yours, pelvis flush against your clit, the pressure so delicious on the needy bud. he swallows every last moan you feed him, only pulling back from your kiss for air.

mark takes his time finding a pace, observing how you react to each thrust. he takes note of both your expression and your clenching cunt that flutters around him when he slows down or picks up speed.

every time he pulls out, his eyes look down to where your bodies meet, obsessed with the way you suck him back in.

"fuck," he breathes, "this pussy's so good. s'tight, so warm,” he’s babbling incoherently, unable to suppress his moans when you swivel your hips. he stills for a moment, letting you pleasure yourself on his cock. you feel unreal, better than he could’ve ever imagined (and boy, did he imagine this quite a few times in the years he’s known you).

"move, please,"

"always so polite," mark teases and snaps forward. you cry out, and he does it again, quickly finding a rhythm that has your head spinning. he’s long and you’re so wet that if it wasn’t for how tight you are, there would be no push back at all. the stretch is delectable, like nothing you’ve felt before.

"you're such a good girl, taking mark so well,” hyuck sticks his thumb between your parted lips and rests it on your tongue, “i bet you love being used like this. you do, don’t you, baby?”

mark sucks in a breath when you bring your hand down, spreading your folds with your fingers, “you’re doing so good for me,” he says, eyes locked on the sight.

their praises go straight to the bundle of nerves between your legs, your orgasm building in the pit of your tummy. you can only hum around your best friends finger, head bobbing up and down in agreement with his filthy, yet nonetheless true, accusation.

the tip of mark’s dick kisses your cervix repeatedly, slipping through your sopping folds at a pace so eager that you’ve started to melt. if it wasn’t for both boys holding you up, you’d have become putty in their arms.

all of your senses have started to blend together, starting with the salty taste of hyuck’s thumb that he finally withdraws and drags down your front, rubbing your saliva around your perked up nipples until they’re coated and gleaming. his dick couldn’t possibly be any harder, standing prominently up and constantly poking at your backside. you’re pretty sure he’s been leaking pre-cum, too, because there’s a wet spot on your lower back where the draft hits slightly different.

mark’s hands that grip and squeeze the flesh of your ass to pull you to meet his thrusts, suddenly lift up to land a slap on each cheek. your eyes are locked on his glossy ones, though you can’t see very clearly through the pooling tears that gather and blur your vision.

you’re close, so fucking close that you’ve started moaning out shamelessly, rambling nonsense, “i’m gonna—it feels so—ng, fuck! mark, please don’t stop, please, please–“

mark’s head falls into the crook of your neck, lips right by your ear as he chants encouragements in low whispers, just for you.

“come for me, baby. yes, just like that." his voice strains as your pussy squeezes him, "take my dick, take it.”

you wrap your arms around his neck, fingers tangling and tugging at his dark strands. your orgasm hurdles towards you, and it only takes a particularly deep thrust for your breath to hitch in your throat, the coil snapping in your tummy.

mark’s coming too, before he even realizes it. his lip is clamped between his teeth as he tries his absolute best to keep a steady pace, so desperately wanting to make you feel as good as he does.

he empties himself inside your walls with a raspy, dragged out groan, chest heaving in pleasure. his toes are digging into the bed, abdomen flexed and dick twitching. there are beads of sweat trickling down his chest and he swipes away at them, leaning back to watch your fucked out face as he finishes. this is one of the best orgasms he's ever had, he decides; still, his high ends before yours.

in fact, his tip is screaming with sensitivity by the time he peeks his eyes open and realizes, you’re still coming. god, it’s fucking hard to keep up, regardless of how bad he wants you help you ride it out. it's nearly impossible when your gummy walls are so warm around him and your release is gushing out, dripping down your thighs.

“shit, y/n,” hyuck moans your name out loud, fucking his fist shamelessly.

he watches as mark scrunches all his features and picks up his pace just enough to amplify the end of your climax, the sound of his skin slapping against yours a little louder. your cries are louder, too.

he finally slows down once your thighs start trying to clamp shut, and you've started shaking from overstimulation.

"holy shit, mark. i've never come like that before," you whimper, reaching between your legs as he pulls out to feel just how wet you are. mark leans back on one arm, cupping his balls in his palm.

he looks over at you and laughs softly at the way your pupils are blown wide, "me either," he agrees, cheeks and chest flushed red from effort.

"let me see," hyuck insists, huffing, "lay back,"

the moment your back hits the mattress you wince, the burning in your thighs suddenly very evident. hyuck hushes you sweetly, gently parting your legs and leaving a few open mouthed kisses on your stomach. when he pulls away, it’s to gawk at the silky white mess of cum between your legs.

“we should’ve done this long ago,” mark jokes, but there’s a glimmer of sincerity in his eyes.

you nod, propping up on your elbows to meet him halfway where he leans in giving you a slow, wet kiss. his tongue swipes at yours, the shared air growing warmer between you. there’s a few hushed noises coming from both of you, and the kiss lasts until you feel something fill you up again.

you pull away to find donghyuck, two fingers shoved into your hole, tucking away any of mark’s cum that tried to seep out.

when your eyes meet, there's a pout resting on his lips as he whines, "pay attention to me, baby… he had his turn,”

you laugh and nod, “you’re right, hyuckie. i’m sorry,”

situating himself between your thighs that rest on his own, hyuck takes a moment to steal a kiss for himself. it’s paced and sensual, and the pretty noises he makes when your fingers disappear into his hairline leave you winded.

“wanna make you feel really good,” he mumbles against your lips. there’s a warm weight that rests on your stomach as he says this, and it takes a moment for you to put two and two together.

when you look away from his soft, brown eyes, you realize his cock, thick and swollen, is resting on your tummy, sizing up how far it would be inside you.

he’s less lengthy than mark, but undoubtedly thicker, his prominent head staring back at you, dribbling pre-release on your skin. just when you didn’t think you could get any needier, he presses against you more, and his heavy balls brush right up against your clit.

“hyuck, baby,”

“tell me,” he whispers into your chest, “i’ll do anything you want, just say the word,”

you squirm against him, “wan' you to fuck me,”

swinging one of your legs up, hyuck picks up his cock from your tummy and directs it toward your entrance.

“m’gonna fuck mark’s cum deep into you, okay? then i’m gonna fill you up with mine,” then, he presses in, brow furrowing at the feeling of you enveloping him.

mark’s cum is practically serving as lube, but even then, you can fucking feel the difference in girth. he hisses, letting his head fall to the side to rest on your calf that sits on his shoulder. instinctively, your hands paw at his chest. he isn't even all the way in yet, and the stretch is already surreal. you take your lip between your teeth and hyuck cups your face, letting his thumb graze your cheek.

“i’ve got you, princess,” he soothes, flicking your clit with his other thumb, rubbing slow circles on it.

"keep doing that, please," he nods at your instruction, gazing at you through his eyebrows in search of your approval. your face says it all, eyes rolling back and puffy lips shaped into an 'o'. the back of your head digs into the pillow as he enters you fully, then he drags his dick all the way back out until only his tip is sheathed, before doing it all again.

beside him, mark's eyes are glued to your core, specifically to the white ring at the base of hyuck's cock. he identifies it as his own cum, and his balls tighten. it's a mess, but the lewdness is enough for him to get hard all over again.

hyuck maintains his slow pace, making you shudder impatiently. "hyuck," you start. he hums attentively, "faster.."

"you want me to go faster, baby? already?"

you nod yes quickly, "i want you to fuck me stupid."

in less than a second, his fingers are digging into your waist and he's rocking you up and down, drilling his cock into you just as you had asked.

you moan out and he slaps your thigh, swiping his tongue at the bit of drool that threatens to slip from his bottom lip. between his brutal pace and the attention he's paying to your bud (and how sensitive you were from having come once already), your climax starts approaching rather quickly.

hyuck can tell, too, because you've started to squirm and shake under him. your back is arching off the mattress, and the sheets are clenched between your fingers as if you'd float away by letting go.

"am i doing good? does that feel good, baby?"

"yes!" you all but sob, clasping a hand over your mouth.

you're still slightly dizzy from the wine, so when you come hard for the second time tonight, you become so light headed that dark spots burst all over your vision like some visual effect. you gasp and cry out when hyuck slaps your clit before continuing to rub it mercilessly, his fingers soaked through with juices that spill with every thrust.

the bed creaks beneath you as he refuses to let up, even when your moans have gone up in pitch to become broken whimpers.

he'd give you anything you ask for, he told you so.

as you come down, you open your eyes just in time to watch hyuck's face shift, hips bucking wildly after his own finish. it doesn't take much longer, and in seconds, he stills, burying himself deep inside of you as he pumps you full of his load.

at some point while bystanding, mark had started touching himself again, letting out a long sigh as he grips his head tight and paints your folds with his second round of seed. some of it slips onto hyuck's base, and some of it mixes with the bit hyuck's cum that had poured out the sides of you, even despite his thickness.

"what a fucking mess," mark laughs as he catches his breath, "sorry about your sheets-"

"s'fine," you grab his hand, grinning, "it was worth it,"

"remind me to buy us that bottle of wine again," hyuck mutters tiredly, making sure he brings your leg down gently as to not hurt you. he still hasn't pulled out of you, though, allowing himself to grow soft within the warmth of your pussy.

the two boys watch wide-eyed as you reach down, using your index finger dip into both of their releases (surely, yours too), and bring it up to your mouth for a taste.

"i don't think we'll need the wine next time."

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sidenote: this is the nastiest shit i have ever written … thank u to my babies @mingyuonthemoon and @m-arkmywords for giving me some inspo to write this

also ... hi... i am glad 2 be back

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therobotsarestuckinmyhead · 25 days ago

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☆ A Clueless Child & An Even More Clueless DJD 04

scenario: a group of psychopaths unwittingly become parents to an abandoned newly built found under mysterious circumstance

note: i will make specific chapters surrounding one member at a time because i think more underrated characters like Helex, Vos & Tesarus needs more to flush out their characters. there's very little content on Helex & Tesarus specifically so i'm gonna have to make shit up with hcs

prev: part 3 next: ----

MEETING HELEX

summary: you get lost but then fall run into the smelter himself

You’re not sure where you are but you ran as soon as you saw the mech with a purple mask approach you. Tall and intimidating, he's bigger than most of the statues back… at that place. You were certain he was a threat from just how fearsome he looked; while you may have not known anything about this strange new world you are put into, your instincts never falter. In fact, surviving out alone only seemed to have made them more prominent. The long corridors you run through feel endless, cold and clean in a near pristine way that you've never really seen before. The floor is sparkling clean, the walls are kind of bland, regular metallic grey The ventilation system and air condition making the place so much colder than you're used to...

Now that you think about it, your frame looks pretty clean too. In a way it's never been. You can almost see your reflection with how shiny the plating on your arms and stabilizers are. You're afraid you might go blind from it.

But you have bigger things to worry about than your reflection. You've run around this place and every hallway seems nearly identical to every other, a giant maze you're trapped in with no way out in sight. You're lost, it hits you. And you're unsure on what to do, the feeling is almost overwhelming as it settles in. The doors to the room won't open, the funny keypads keep glowing red each time you try to open it by banging some random combination. It's frightening. The sounds, the lights, the mechs… Where were you? You try not to jump at every noise but your keen audio receptors catch up on something. But the heavy, thumping noise you've come to recognise as pede steps spurs fear within your tiny spark.

You look around, tense and poised. Survival protocols kicking in overdrive. There's some sort of funny hole within a wall, big enough for you to fit. A ventilation shaft, not like you really know what it is called but you attempt to climb up the wall. Pit. The walls are too smooth. Your talons scratch up the pristine metallic walls of the hallway. However, you persist and manage, barely. Crawling up the duct and peeking down below from it, if you were to fall from this height, you'll surely break something. Not like you really thought about that right now as you observe the mech walking into the hallway.

It's the one with four servos! You try not to gasp and succeed at it as you keenly watch the mech, now with a closer view and he looks all the more intimidating. Crimson optics like yours but with these lines going down them, it didn't look very friendly. You stay as quiet as you can.

Meanwhile, Helex is done with this slag. The search so far has been fruitless and he's tempted to sit down and fuel on some energon treats. The desolate halls of The Peaceful Tyranny are loud with silence, everyone has spread out in search of this little miscreant so it's not like Helex would get caught. Though if Tarn did catch him, it wouldn't look too pretty. But could anyone blame him? He gets bored searching for who knows how long now (it's not been that long). Helex stands around, debating on whether or not he should search anymore.

Honest to Megatron, Helex usually takes what his leader says with utmost seriousness— executing Tarn's words with precision and grace. As graceful as an overgrown smelter can be, at least. He is sincere in everything he does for the Decepticon Cause but this has to be the first time in... well, ever where the smelter has drawn the line. They were torturers, executioners, enforcers of the Decepticon Code. Not… sparkling-sitters! They were not caretakers. Neither were they mentor material. And they don't need a psychological analysis to tell them otherwise, the title of ‘DJD’ was enough to convey the sheer depravity they were capable of.

Helex wonders if Tarn even knows what he's actually doing and that's a first. Does he know? Didn't feel like it. But again, everyone in the team is uncertain regarding is decision to keep the thing, he knows that because he can read the room rather well but doubt is unbecoming of a Decepticon. Helex pushes the thought away as it came. The sparkling was a Decepticon, manufactured Decepticon and it's not committed hearsay, blasphemy or broken the code in any way and how is one to expect a newly built to fend for itself after being abandoned on Clemency of all places? He almost feels bad for the thing. Helex wants to punch the irresponsible fragger who's dumped a sparkling there so badly, not for dumping a defenceless, innocent tiny thing like yourself out in a Decepticon graveyard but for putting him and his team in this mess.

Even then… Why do they have to force unwilling participants into Tarn's ‘group parenting’ passion project? Putting aside the fact that Tarn would probably eviscerate him if he asks this to Tarn's faceplates, why in Megatron's name couldn't he just take care of the thing himself if he wanted it that badly!? Why involve Helex? He can't believe it but for the first time, he finds himself agreeing with Vos about dumping the little one into a recycling conveyor. No hard feelings but they aren't cut off for parenting; no matter what fancy label Tarn puts on it, at the end of the solarcycle, it was parenting. Plain and simple.

Kaon__::Helex, come in. Any findings?::

Helex holds back a long sigh as a message from Kaon pings on the mainline DJD comm-link. Thankfully, not his personal line.

Helex__::No.::

Kaon__::Okay.::

Helex didn't like to talk a lot. Simple and short answers were his thing, even if they were a little dry. He was not very sociable, preferred the quiet if anything. It's not that he hated company, he just had his own thing. Though a newly-built was anything but quiet and that did upset him. This whole thing upsets him.

Vos__::Wat iff da spahrkling in wents?::

“Primus…”

Helex sighs out as he looks at the message. Trying to read a message from Vos was like trying to decode ancient Cybertronian. Futile and painful. They don't have a Primal Vernacular language setting update yet for him so he has to message in Neocybex. Not like any of them could really read Primal Vernacular but the translator option helped. In Vos’ usual arrogance, he refused to use the translator when trying to comm them. Not because he wanted to improve his skills at Neocybex but because he said he wanted to be a pain, as usual— Helex suspects that this is just a farce to keep them from assuming that Vos just doesn't know how to spell words in the Neocybex script. But Helex will not be fooled.

He scrunched faceplates as he made sense of what Vos said, spectating the conversation flashing on his HUD.

Tesarus__::I feel as if it's highly unlikely the newly built could climb up into a vent. Given it is injured and needs recovery.::

Kaon__::He's got a point. But who knows what it's capable of? Vos, you should go check the vents for the sparkling.::

Meanwhile, Vos from the eastern hallways of The Peaceful Tyranny looks at the message in utter disgust. Like Pit he would! He loves crawling in the vents when they tell him not to crawl in the vents! He's not doing it for some newly built.

Vos__::Nuh uh! Yuo go! Sned yoru vile, fugly pette!::

Oh. He really went there. Helex snorts, at least Vos seems to understand punctuation.

Kaon__::Ahem. I'll let you know that The Pet is still far more civilized than you will ever be.

Tesarus__::To be fair Vos, you can't even spell pet::

Vos is typing…

Helex knows well from where he's standing that Vos wouldn't comply with that or tolerate Kaon and Tesarus jumping him like this, a small semblance of a smile on his stone cold faceplates as he reads the ensuing argument with glee at Vos’ predicament.

Frag it.

He's got to sit down to read this. This was too good not to miss out on. Comm arguments usually get broken up by a very annoyed Tarn after getting his communicator pinged to oblivion— usually by sending a voice message with his wonderful outlier ability surprising them into quiet submission so this means Helex rarely gets to watch the others bicker, a shame. It makes for good entertainment.

Helex gives in to what he frame desires and takes a seat down in the hall, broad backstruts leaning against the wall. He mindlessly takes a seat right beneath the vent from which you're watching him, unaware of your presence. You're not in range of his motion sensors, even if you were, you're staying deathly still. A skill you've picked up on during your stay on Clemency. Your curious optics observing him from above with intrigue, you can tell he's amused by something with the way he has this smile on his face. You lean in a little closer to study him better.

Oh scrap.

Your tiny servos have damned you, they can't grip much or support your weight as you lean too much to the front while gripping onto the edge of the vent opening, only to fall right on top of Helex's helm and the bigger bot panics with a yelp. Not realizing that it's the very sparkling they've been searching for as he quickly gets up, his weapons systems online as he aims for where he sat. His armed servo dropping down as he realizes there's nothing there.

Oh Primus.

It's on him.

He tries to shake you off. Muttering curses you can't understand, he's still not realized that it's tbe exact same little miscreant he's been searching for this whole time. You yelp and hold onto the top of his helm, your tiny clawing digging in. Helex is… tall. Horrifically so. You feel like you've been chained on top of a rampaging streetlight with no way to get down. And you're not sure what to do.

Meanwhile, Helex stops his erratic movements as he realizes what… no, who's on his helm as tiny servos indent themselves to the metal of his helm. And…

He isn't sure what to do.

He just stands there for a moment. Contemplating his options. Should he message Tarn? Yes. He should. But it's not easy to lean his helm down to see the keypad of his communication with you literally on top of his helm. What if you fall? Nickel did say you're still injured. Not to mention, he is not going to have Tarn going off on him for hours, rambling about Helex being careless if you get hurt.

He's going to have to get you down first.

What a drag.

“Hey, kid.” He says gruffly, there isn't a hint of softness in his tone. His voice is like that of a furnace, deep but somewhat raspy. Maybe it's an effect of his vocalizer constantly heating up when he's in his smelter mode? Helex slowly raises his upper pair of servos up to bring you down but his large servos scare you, you cower down. Using your claws to anchor yourself, you gently crawl down to his back— it annoys and catches him off-guard. You're leaving tiny dents and scratches all over his frame! He's already hearing a mouthful from Nickel about frame maintenance!

“Hey!” There's a scolding tone to his voice, a warning. But it's not like he's allowed to hurt you here and you don't really know that. You can't even understand what he's saying! His voice scares you and you cower further down. Helex’s lower pair of servos have no hope of grabbing you.

The broadness his pauldrons fail him, Helex can't grab you from where you cling on his back like a Koala, his upper pair of larger servos blocked by the bulk of his own frame. Helex will admit, you know how to climb. He turns around and makes note of the wall, covered in small scratch marks— most likely from your tiny servos. You must've clawed your way up the wall to get up there… Helex looks up. That vent is rather high up too.

It's actually… impressive.

But right now he's got bigger things to worry about.

Now, he could just call Tarn. Message him and the others would be sure to follow. But with the way you're holding onto him, Helex is damn sure he looks ridiculous. Besides he could just… Message them through the comms while having you off of him. Perhaps this was some sort of punishment for laughing at Vos because he definitely would've laughed his aft off at this. Speaking of which, Vos and Kaon were still going at it in the group comms— already at 102 unread messages. Tarn must've had his notifications turned off because usually, by now, Tarn would interfere. Or Helex would have enough and beg them to shut up.

Helex sighs heavily. He takes his seat back on the floor, making sure not to lean against the wall lest your stabilizing servos get crushed under his weight. The smelter wouldn't want that and he wouldn't want Tarn breathing down his neck, again..

He thinks, wondering how in the name of Megatron's fusion cannon will he be able to get you off of him. Meanwhile, you curiously climb upwards, peering over his broad shoulders to look at his thoughtful expression.

“Kid, get off.” Helex commands, attempting to be softer but not really succeeding. He's not stupid— He knows you're afraid. He just has to make you… Not afraid of him which isn't proving to be easy given his position required for him to be as intimidating as a Decepticon can be. But intimidation doesn't seem to work with you, it was almost like you couldn't get what he was saying. At all.

Helex grumbles as you don't budge, crimson optics narrowing at you as his dermas purse into a thin line. He looks annoyed. His unfriendly face does nothing to help. Maybe he needed to be even softer.

“Please. Get off.” He swallows his pride quickly but the bitter after taste strikes him as he realizes it was in vain. You hadn't moved an inch. Helex's face hardens in annoyance, he's usually patient but for once, it's wearing thin. Again, its not everyday he has a kid clinging onto him like this...

“Aren't you just stubborn?”

The fact that you can't seem to understand a word leaving his vocalizer doesn't strike the giant smelter as you look at him clueless.

Looks like he's going to have to try a better way. He tries to grab you quickly with his upper pair of servos but Primus, you're fast. You crawl back to that spot on his back he can't reach and Helex grimaces.

He tried verbally, he tried physically... Violence is off the table…

What now?

Helex tries to think of a way. His HUD still flashing with unread messages by Kaon & Vos about the vents and The Pet… wait… The Pet.

A thought strikes him. Whenever The Pet doesn't do something Kaon wants it to do, he gives it an energon mini-cube. This was almost a daily occurrence during the first few solar cycle of his its domestication. While you're certainly not a pet and are capable of sentient thought, certainly you wouldn't turn down an opportunity to have a good energon treat? While he doesn't want to sacrifice them, he also doesn't want to show up with you latching on his back like a baby Koala with its mother.

As he sits down, Helex reaches for his subspace— reserved to keep his quick break snacks and store his trophies from hunts. He takes out a box and he takes note of how the rattling of the box has piqued your curiosity, looking over his shoulder plating to see what he's up to. Helex knows that you've been on Clemency for who knows how long isolated, a planet devoid of any civilisation. And the pinnacle of any civilization is good fuel.

He opens the box and takes out a green coloured cube— refined energon coated in beryllium paste and iron fillings. Helex makes sure that your curious optics are fixated on what he's doing, putting the cube in his intake. The action seemed to confuse you, you tilt your helm and continue to look at him curiously but he can also see the distrust. Helex gently puts one cube right by his shoulder, pretending to not watch as you keep looking at his face. Holding onto his pauldron with one servo and grabbing the other, your pedes lodged into his frame making more dents on his frame.

Your optics dart back to Helex, who's happily refuelling on more. You look back at the cube. The cube looks so much smaller in his giant servos in contrast to your much smaller ones, he can just toss one into his intake and swallow it as such but you'd probably need two bites. Your olfactory sensors can tell this is energon but it's… solid. Not solid in the same way it is on those statues back on Clemency. This isn't sticky or flakes.

And so, you trust your tanks.

And you're not left disappointed.

Helex suppresses a laugh when he sees how your optics widen at the taste of energon treats, quickly gobbling it up like there's no tomorrow. But alas, you're left in disappointment as there no longer any of that sweet metallic tang and crunch on your glossa, looking at your servo where the energon treat once was mere astro-seconds ago with a frown. Helex can't help but chuckle at that. So you liked energon treats, at least the two of you have something in common.

You look at him as you hear the sound of his chuckling, the fear no longer in your optics as you study him almost curiously up close. You can see another one of those delicious cubes in his servos and you try to reach out and grab it before he could stop you but—

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” He clicks his glossa as he shakes his helm, pulling his servo away as your frown gets deeper. A look of pleading in your optics and dare he say, it was… cute. In a way which warmed his spark in a fuzzy sort of way, something he hadn't felt (or was even sure he could feel) in such a long time.

“If you want more, you're going to have to get off.” He says, pointing in front of him to put emphasis and it somehow registers in your processor. Without another word, you climb off of him. You tiny pedes reach the ground and leave Helex’s back in a trail of tiny dents and scratches which he's less than pleased about. Shyly approaching him, you're cautious. Must be your survival protocols, Helex figures.

“Good.” He uses his smaller pair of servos to hand over the cube to your even smaller extended servos, you're standing there like a homeless bot asking for charity during the Rust Age— Helex finds some humour in it and smiles, one of his larger servos gently pats your helm. Holy scrap, it envelops your entire helm! He's instantly reminded of how much smaller and fragile you are, Helex hasn't really been around any sparklings, ever. He's quick to draw away as a strange sense of… something stirs in his spark.

By then, you're done with that cube, extending your servo out for more. He raises an optical ridge at your action, getting what you want and Helex really didn't like sharing but he supposes he could begrudgingly make an exception for you.

“You got an appetite too, huh?”

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blackcat-star · 4 months ago

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Lost Spirit.

Sung Jinwoo x Ghost Reader

« Chapter 3 ✭Chapter 4: He's back.

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You shiver at the feeling. The feeling of being surrounded by darkness, creatures in the dark with bright eyes staring at you. You fear they will suddenly attack you without warning.

You haven't experienced this feeling for a while now.

Since you passed away nobody has spotted you or can cause you harm. But now it's different.

You realize that the thing lurking in Jinwoo's shadow is not a living creature.

Your withered heart seems to be pounding with fear.

Jinwoo has changed.

Maybe it's because you're a spirit, you're more sensitive to power, to the energy of all things.

Before you saw Jinwoo surrounded by a bright blue color, his aura was strong but not unpleasant to you. A thick dark fog surrounds Jinwoo and radiates an overpowering feeling of tremendous energy.

You lack knowledge of current events and fail to comprehend the difficult experiences Jinwoo has lived through.

You doubt whether it's really Jinwoo or just an impersonator. But the soul residing in Jinwoo's heart that you felt proved that he was real.

You believe that he won't hurt you. Because he's Jinwoo, your Jinwoo. But you can't help but be wary.

Jinwoo noticed your strange gaze towards him, making him wonder, "What's wrong?"

You didn't answer him, sitting still on the tree branch. You looked at him silently for a while before asking softly, "What happened...?"

"Huh?"

"What happened to you!? You look different.."

Jinwoo frowned, wondering, "I still look the same. I haven't grown taller or changed my appearance?"

"It's not about your appearance." You shook your head, "It's about the power... Since when... in your shadow.." You hesitated.

Jinwoo immediately understood what you were referring to. At first, he was a little surprised when you sensed that he had changed his job. But then he connected the dots, and it made sense to him. You are a dead spirit, and his soldiers are also summoned from the dead, which seems to make you feel his shadow soldiers.

He sat down on the bench next to the tree, motioned for you to sit with him, and told you everything.

About how he almost died, then got a second chance. He was connected to a leveling system, which was what made him stronger. And the days he was absent, were the days he received his job change mission.

You didn't understand much, but you could roughly summarize it. It made you feel uneasy. What if...

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid of what?"

"Afraid that this is just some kind of conspiracy. I don't think that system has good intentions... What if one day the system betrays you, what if it's just using you."

Jinwoo paused his response.

He had already thought about this decision but currently his main goal was to enhance his abilities so he could handle his everyday costs and pay for his mother's medical treatment plus his sister's education.

If the system wants to take advantage of him, then he will take advantage of the system.

To your concern, Jinwoo just smiled and raised his hand to stroke your head.

Surprisingly, this time his hand did not touch air, but the soft feeling of your hair.

Both of them suddenly froze.

Jinwoo stopped his hand motion to gently brush his fingers through your hair. His beating heart reacted when he felt your hair texture and brushed it with his fingers. A gentle smile spread across Jinwoo's face.

"I'll be fine. Don't worry."

Your face flushed at the feeling of his hand on your head. It was so comfortable that you couldn't help but lean into his hand.

The two of you guessed that this was thanks to the system.

Even though you were still on guard, you were secretly grateful that it allowed you to touch Jinwoo, to touch the person you loved in your final days, at least you got to touch your beloved before you completely disappeared.

You used to think you didn't need contact anymore because you were dead. Now, under Jinwoo's warm hands, you realized you needed warmth, needed intimacy more than ever.

But you only wanted it when it came from Jinwoo.

Jinwoo still gently stroked your hair. His gaze that you had thought was dangerous before, suddenly became gentle and kind like water.

"Jinwoo..." You spoke, your clear eyes reflecting his figure "If one day the system really betrays you...what will you do?"

"Then I will destroy it." Jinwoo stopped, looking at you for a long time, his eyes shining with confidence and determination. "So don't worry too much."

He touched your cheek, feeling your presence a little more "I will be fine. And I'll find a way to help you."

His eyes locked with yours, like an implicit promise he sent to you. You fell silent and closed your eyes, leaning your head on his shoulder.

"Okay, I believe you."

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"Y/N, I wonder something."

"Huh?"

You dangled upside down from the tree branch while moving back and forth. Jinwoo maintained his usual position on the park bench beneath the tree.

"You're a soul. Is there any chance that my power can help you get out?"

Jinwoo's words startled you.

Your eyes widened, you had never really thought about this before. You had tried so hard, found every way to leave here but all failed. You had already accepted that you might be stuck here forever.

But hearing Jinwoo say that, a glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in you.

You sat up straight.

"You mean... in some way, you can pull me out of here?" you asked, your voice filled with doubt.

Jinwoo nodded, "I'm just speculating. My power allows me to summon the souls of the dead as shadow soldiers. If I can summon you... maybe you won't be trapped anymore."

You looked at him while your feelings spun out of control. A part of you wanted to escape from this location and gain your freedom. But the other part was worried - would there be consequences? If he successfully turned you into a shadow soldier, would you still retain your nature, or would you lose yourself and become his mindless shadow soldier.

"But... if I do that, will I still be me?" You hesitated.

Jinwoo remained quiet but added "I'll stay back if you don't want me involved but I need to explore escape options for you."

You watched Jinwoo intently before letting out a deep breath. Well, whatever will come will come, you'll take this gamble. "Okay, let's try."

Jinwoo stood up, reaching out his hand towards you. The darkness beneath his feet gradually expanded, black auras like silk gently rolled up. A strange energy surrounded you, making you feel like an invisible hand was pulling you out of this invisible cage.

Would it really work?

Would he succeed in extracting the shadow?

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To be continue.

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Chapter 5 »

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frostyresolve · 5 months ago

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walk the plank ꒰ ᝬ brant

he’s never one to back down from a dare, even if it means diving into the sea. 1k words. humor, teasing.

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you had merely said it as a joke, but you should have known that BRANT was never the kind to back down from a challenge, no matter how outlandish the dare was. so you find yourself practically on edge as he tips his hat to you, balancing precariously on the creaking wooden plank while he prepares to plunge into the sea. he’d do a twirl like a vitreum dancer if he were lighter on his feet.

he had stood up abruptly, a dramatic flourish in his movements paired with the impish grin on his face. "you drive a hard bargain, my dear. very well! i shall walk the plank!"

it didn’t help either that his ears were flushed pink, a sign of his slight intoxication from a few cocktails too many. he shoots you an impish grin that doesn’t really subside the rising panic bubbling in your chest, clearly regretting the words you had said out of playful teasing moments before. but some part of you does want to see if he would really go through with it; he was never one to back out on his promises after all. was it too late to tell him to stop? would doing that mean that you truly were in denial about how you felt towards your captain?

the moon casts a soft silvery glow upon the ship, creating shadows dancing across the deck as the wind rustles through the sails. the sea is dark and roiling beneath him; the water is a stark contrast to the night sky. looking back at you, he relishes in the disbelief perpetually etched into your face. “happy now?”

BRANT lets out a hearty laugh, his eyes fixed on the way you bite your lip anxiously. "you look nervous. don’t tell me you're afraid i’ll get wet?"

he leans forward slightly, testing the plank's stability. it creaks alarmingly, much to your dismay, causing you to wince, but thankfully it holds firm under him. "no need to fret... i’m a capable swimmer." he reassures you with a wink shot in your direction, a cocky air to his lopsided smirk.

the wind picks up, whipping at his clothes and hair. the spray of seawater hits his face, dampening his hair and adding to his dishevelled appearance as if the alcohol had already done its job already. “i must say, the view from up here is quite something! perhaps i should make this a new tradition, a pre-performance ritual, perhaps?”

you bite back a witty retort, getting up from your seat and taking measured steps towards him as if you were approaching a cornered animal, heart racing in your chest.

“yeah, yeah. you proved yourself. you’re actually going to fall in, if you’re not already aware.” you’re failing miserably to hide the panic and worry seeping through the edges of your facade, your tone rising slightly in pitch as he merely smiles back at you as if he weren’t teetering off the plank. curse him and his confidence.

he lets out a hearty laugh, his gaze locked onto yours. "ah, so worried about me, are you?"

"but i can’t just half do your dare, now can i? what kind of captain would i be if i didn't follow through on my word?" BRANT clicks his tongue, continuing his sentence while he continues to walk backwards, each creak of wood with every step of his foot causing you to flinch.

you gasp, your hand flying to your mouth when his left foot hovers over the sea, the plank dipping under his weight. he throws you another one of his signature cocky beams. you’re not sure whether you should be torn between hating or loving that look right now. “you did say walk the plank. you never specified i had to stay on it, now did you.”

“i take it back; i want you off. get off the plank now, please?” reaching out your hand to him, trying to still your racing heart and the rush of nerves flooding through your system at the sight of him, one step away from diving.

“as you command, honorary captain.” it’s only when you realise the meaning he’s interpreted with your words that your feet carry you to the edge of the ship, tasting salt carried from the sea breeze kissing your cheeks.

he bows, taking his hat off before he tips backward, a shocked cry leaving your lips in horror.

“no, wait—“

it’s silent except for the occasional caw of a seagull, the waves brushing against the rocks below, and the thumping of your heart like a drum ringing in your ears. one foot in front of the other, you inch yourself cautiously onto the plank, taking a deep breath as you look down at the wuthering waves.

his fingers are curled into the wood as he pulls himself up, feet swinging like this were child’s play. BRANT cocks his head to the side, his gaze never leaving yours, his elbows resting on the plank and his palms cupping his cheek as his lower body sways from side to side.

“so you do care.” he teases you, your mouth parting as you splutter at the sight of him. “i…did not. your eyes are just playing tricks on you; perhaps that swim ought to have done you some good.”

cursing under your breath, you don’t look at him, anything but the hint of mockery in his eye. “you know the rules, darling. i went along with your dare, so now allow me to have the honour of picking yours.” his voice takes a lower tone like he’s whispering a secret meant for nobody’s ears but yours. curious, you approach him, now standing on the plank yourself.

“how bout…a kiss for your dear captain? i promise i won’t bite, unless you'd prefer me to. you might find yourself enjoying it, after all." the worry you feel for him is quickly replaced with a hint of amusement and irritation, your lips thinning at his suggestion.

letting out a scoff, you push him into the sea. not before he drags you down with him, the both of you plummeting into the water below. your shrieks are a symphony to his ears, his laughter the last thing you hear before you crash into the sea with his arms around you.

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mydearestbeloved · 6 months ago

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Imagine tp!reader wearing this for jinwoo

She's not getting out of that bed anytime soon <3

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I imagined this could go two ways. 🤭

Before officially becoming a couple and after.

Since I'm leaning more toward the former (one of the many already roughly drafted ideas to kickstart 'lust'; have the potential to be in the mainstory) I can only give you this short blurb of the scene if it happen when TP!Reader and Jinwoo is already dating/married. This could potentially be side stories material too ngl.

Fair warning: this is another word vomit of mine and is unedited. Definitely lacking, and is subject to change if I do reuse them in the future.

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"How nostalgic."

Your voice was a soft hum, twirling in front of the full-body mirror, letting the material swirl around you like the wings of your butterflies.

The familiar fabric clung to you. Woven from your very essence—your children had crafted this garment once upon a time. Even after all these time, it still embraced you like a second skin—whisper-light, smooth, and molded to you. The way it accentuated the dips and swells of your body, how it shimmered faintly under the dim bedroom lights—it was like stepping back into an old memory.

You turned slowly, fingertips ghosting down your sides, feeling the material shift with you, a glint in your eyes as you tilted your head.

"I wonder if..."

You didn’t need to turn when the bedroom door creaked open behind you. The presence in the doorway was unmistakable, a deep pull in your senses that had always belonged to him.

Perfect timing.

"Dear," you murmured, catching a glimpse of Jinwoo’s form reflected in the mirror. How his eyes turned half-lidded, sweeping over you, tracing every curve, every inch of bare skin revealed by the delicate garment. But you only smoothed your hands down the fabric, adjusting the it deliberately. "What do you think?"

Jinwoo’s voice was deeper, familiar, laced with something that sent a pleasurable shiver down your spine.

"Didn’t we do this before?"

"Mhm." Your lips curled into a smile as you met his gaze in the mirror. "But..."

A blink—

A breath—

And suddenly, you were no longer by the mirror.

A flurry of shimmering butterflies, swirling through the dimly lit room in a dance of luminescent wings.

And then, in the next heartbeat, you reappeared—above him.

Jinwoo caught you effortlessly. His arms, strong and steady, locking securely beneath your thighs and around the low of your back, pressing you flush against his chest. Your weight against him, the way your legs instinctively tightened around his waist, had his grip on you turning just a little rougher.

The blend of cold and warmth seeped in first, as his fingers flexed against your skin.

Your hands found his face, cupping his jaw with the gentleness of someone who knew his every scar, his every breath. Tilting his chin ever so slightly so he was forced to meet your gaze, the sharp inhale he took sent a thrill through your body, drinking in the way his lips parted.

"You don’t have to hold back this time," you whispered, your breath fanning across his lips before sealing them in a kiss that started slow—savoring.

Jinwoo groaned low in his throat, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulled you even closer. His body was burning, the heat of him seeping into yours as the kiss deepened, tongues meeting, tasting, claiming. You could feel the barely restrained hunger behind his movements, the way his fingers flexed, as if deciding whether to tear the garment from your body or savor its presence.

Your arms slung around his shoulders, nails dragging lightly down his nape, eliciting a shudder from him. The moment your teeth grazed his lower lip, his grip tightened, greedy, firm.

It was tingling, those marks—the tendrils of darkness that seeped into your skin from his touch.

When you finally broke apart for air, your lips were swollen, your breaths mingling as your foreheads pressed together. You locked eyes with him—except, instead of the usual stormy gray, his irises now glowed with that familiar, intoxicating amethyst hue.

Your core tightened instinctively at the sight.

Your lips parted slightly, "What?"

A taunt, brushing your fingers against his jaw. "Are you bored of this dance?"

Jinwoo licked his lips, slow, deliberate—his gaze never leaving yours.

That deep, familiar ache unfurled inside you at the way his eyes lingered, his pupils dilated, his breathing heavier than before. The way he looked at you—hungry, reverent, utterly starved—made heat pool low in your belly, made your thighs instinctively squeeze around him.

You could feel his arousal pressing against you, hot and demanding, even through the thin layers of fabric separating you.

Then, his voice dropped to a husky whisper—low, rich, possessive—washed over you like a slow burn.

"Never."

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Aye, SL's new episode gonna drop today (or tomorrow for me). 😋

How we feelin' now, all? 👀

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szariahwroteit · 1 month ago

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Girls Need Love: A Kylian Mbappè x Original Character Erotic Series.

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 29

After captaining the French national team to third place, it made sense for Kylian to remain in Paris until he was obligated to return to Spain to be with his football club ahead of the FIFA Club World Cup.

His friends and family were in Paris, and even though he now lived in another country, Paris would always be home and equally important to everything else in his life. Giselle had spent most of the week exploring the city with Elise as they planned her upcoming wedding.

The night was supposed to be a celebration as Giselle accompanied Kylian to the launch event for one of his close friends’ new business ventures.

Instead, Giselle spent the evening biting her tongue as she watched women shamelessly flirt with Kylian. To add insult to injury, he had never attempted to stop it.

Giselle managed to suppress her concerns while they were in public. However, as soon as they stepped into his Parisian home, she felt compelled to question his decision to overlook the blatant disrespect.

All night, she felt invisible, and he did nothing to change that.

“Kylian, I’m trying, but this is difficult. You are who you are, and to the world, you will always be Kylian Mbappé. Whether I’m comfortable with it or not, women will always be drawn to you.” Giselle attempted to rationalize her feelings, but to Kylian, it seemed as though she was just looking for an excuse.

“Do my feelings for you count, or is that not enough?” Kylian asked, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and longing. He stepped closer, trying to close the distance between them, his eyes searching hers for an answer.

“Of course they count, Kylian,” Giselle replied softly, her heart wavering at the intensity of his gaze. “But you have to see it from my perspective, I'm fighting a losing battle.”

He took another step forward, closing the gap completely as their breaths mingled in the space between them. “You don't trust me,” Kylian said, his stomach sinking as he realized the truth.

Giselle averted her gaze, a flush creeping across her cheeks as she grappled with the weight of his words. “It’s not about trust,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s about—”

“What are we doing here if you don't trust me?” Kylian snapped, the rational side of his brain taking a back seat. He was far too drained physically and mentally to beat around the bush with her.

“Why even tell me you love me if you don't trust me?” he challenged, his frustration surfacing in a way he hadn't intended. Kylian’s heart raced, caught between the hurtful reality of their situation and the overwhelming desire to bridge the emotional chasm between them.

Giselle took a step back, her eyes widening at his words. “Kylian, please… It’s complicated. I love you, but I can't help but fear—”

“Fear what?” he interrupted, his voice rising as passion ignited within him. “What Giselle?!”

The alcohol flowing through both of their systems completely loosened their rational, and this was no longer a conversation or a means of clearing the air, They were clashing.

“I don't have enough fingers to count how many girls were floating around you all night, Why are you acting like my feelings aren't justified?!” Giselle asked, she felt the turn their conversation had taken and she didn't know how to stop it, so instead she fanned the flames.

Kylian's frustration boiled over, and his fists clenched at his sides. "You think I invited them? You think I want their attention? All I want is you!" His voice was raw, filled with a desperate yearning that seemed to echo in the charged air between them.

“I know that,” Giselle replied, her eyes narrowing as she fought against the surge of insecurity threatening to overwhelm her. “But it doesn’t change the reality of your life.”

“You are being insecure,” Kylian spat, his words hitting Giselle in the gut.

Giselle flinched, the word slicing through her like a blade. Her mouth curled, eyes narrowing as she stepped forward, fire blooming in her chest.

“Insecure?” she repeated, her voice cold. “You think I’m insecure?”

Kylian didn’t flinch. “You said it yourself. You love me, but you’re scared. You’re creating entire stories in your head because women were conversing with me.”

“Don’t you dare reduce this to harmless conversations,” she snapped, her voice rising over the hum of Paris traffic outside the window. “I stood there, Kylian. I watched them paw at you, I watched you eat that shit up like it was nothing. Like I wasn’t even there.”

“I wasn’t eating anything up!” he shouted. “I was being polite because if I don’t smile, it turns into a fucking headline about how I’m cold or difficult. You know how this works.”

“Yeah, I do,” Giselle hissed. “I know exactly how this works. I know how women look at you. I know what they’re thinking when they walk up like I’m invisible. And I know how damn easy it would be for you to let it slide—just once.”

Kylian scoffed. “So now I’m cheating in your head too? Jesus, Giselle.”

“You think I’m paranoid for noticing? For not liking being humiliated in front of people I don't even know?” Her voice cracked, louder now. “You let them treat me like I was just some fucking accessory tonight!”

“You think I planned that? That I wanted to be dragged around all night and be forced to smile for people I don’t give a shit about, while you're standing nextto me making things up in your head?”

“I wasn’t glaring until the fifth girl touched your chest like she knew what was underneath it!” Giselle shouted. “And you didn’t stop her. You didn't stop any of them.”

Kylian ran a hand over his hair, pacing now. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“No, I’m being honest,” she snapped. “You want me to smile and wave, hide when I need to, but the second I speak up, I’m ‘insecure’ and ‘ridiculous.’ Fuck that.”

He stopped pacing and turned sharply toward her, voice low and biting. “You think it’s easy being with you? With your eyes on everything, waiting for me to fuck this up just so you can say, ‘See? I knew it.’ That’s not love. That’s a fucking landmine.”

Her lips parted, stunned. “You think I want to feel this way? You think I like waking up every morning wondering how long it’ll take before things go bad?”

“If they do it's because of you,” he fired back. “Not because I want anyone else, not because of what anyone says, because of you!”

Her face twisted, hurt flooding her expression, and for a second he thought she might cry, but no, she was too angry for that. To hurt him to let him see the strength and magnitude of his words.

“You know what?” she said, voice trembling with restrained emotion. “Maybe I shouldn't be here.”

Kylian's breath caught, pain and realization flashing across his features. “So that’s it? You’d rather run than fix it?”

She grabbed her bag from the sofa in one smooth, final motion. “I’d rather leave now than have you feel like I'm waiting on you to fuck up.”

“You walk out that door, Giselle, don’t expect me to come chasing,” Kylian warned, his voice harsh.

“You think I want you to chase me?” she bit out, hand on the door. “I want you to see me, Kylian. But maybe you do and that's not enough.”

He didn’t move. Just stared at her like something inside him snapped.

“No,” he said coldly. “You don’t want to be seen. You want to fight. You’ve been waiting for me to fuck up since day one, just so you could say ‘See? I knew it. Same shit, different man.’”

Her hand tightened on the doorknob. “Don’t,” she warned.

But he was past the point of caution. He stepped forward, eyes dark. “You want honesty? You’re ex has left his mark on you and as hard as I try to remove it, show you that I'm different, you won’t ever fully allow me to.”

Giselle’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her pulse pounding in her ears. “You don’t get to bring him into this.”

“I didn’t,” Kylian shot back. “He’s here with us now, he is wherever you go. He's even in the way you love. You can give me your body, but never fully your heart.”

Giselle crumbled at his words, she knew Kylian was right. But the night had taken an ugly turn and things were said that needed time to marinate before they could be rectified or taken back.

“Then maybe I need to leave,” she whimpered, the truth making her heart crack.

If she didn't get her mind right, it was she who would be the root cause of her relationship coming to an end, a game of push and pull that left her heartbroken by the end of it.

“And go where in the middle of the night?” Kylian asked, his voice softer now, the edge of anger fading into concern.

“Anywhere but here,” Giselle managed, her throat tight. “I just need space. To think.”

“Space?” he echoed, stepping closer again, his eyes searching hers. “You think that’s the solution? Running away every time things get tough?”

“It’s not running, Kylian,” she insisted, though her voice wavered. “It’s about taking a moment to breathe, to figure out what I want. How to be the woman you deserve.”

“Leaving is the best way to do that?” Kylian's frustration was palpable, but beneath it lay a pleading note.

“I don't know, but I have to try,” Giselle confessed, her heart racing as her walls began to close in on her.

She didn't want to be away from him; the fear of him not being there for her when she returned loomed. However, she had to at least try to work things out for herself.

“Come back to me,” Kylian said softly, his voice breaking slightly as he reached out to her, desperation shining in his eyes. “I’ll be here waiting for you, there is no one else. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Giselle whispered, her voice trembling as tears streamed down her cheeks, leaving shimmering trails on her flushed skin.

Her knees felt weak as she finally pulled open Kylian's door. Stepping out and closing it behind her, she knew that if she lingered, she might never leave. Despite the way he tugged at her heart and every fiber of her being, she had to go.

The drive to Elise's house was a blur, as was the night that followed, during which she cried until her eyes burned and her face became puffy.

With the morning came the realization of what she'd walked away from the night before, instead of waking up in Kylian’s arms she was woken up by Elise with a tray of breakfast that went hardly touched.

“I’m ready to listen if you're ready to talk,” Elise whispered soothingly, as she climbed into the bed to join Giselle.

Giselle turned to face her best friend, sniffling as she wiped her eyes. The warm sunlight streaming through the window felt foreign, almost painful in its brightness. She appreciated Elise's presence, but the weight of last night's argument with Kylian pressed heavily on her chest.

"I don't even know where to start," Giselle admitted, her voice still shaky. "It just got so out of control."

Elise nodded, gently squeezing her hand. "Take your time. What happened? Why did you feel like you had to leave?"

Giselle paused, gathering her thoughts. "It was just... everything. We both said things, I think space is good for us right now. I want him, I'm in love with him but space is best.”

I'm two days' time Kylian was set to return to Spain to meet up with the rest of Real Madrid’s players and staff ahead of traveling to Florida to participate in the FIFA Club World Cup.

During the early days of the tournament while the men were locked in with training, Giselle was set to return to her family in Atlanta. But with so much uncertainty in the air she chose to fly home to Georgia a few days early.

She sat wiping her tears as Elise booked her flight , the weight of her emotional turmoil evident in every movement. "I just feel like I'm tearing myself apart with this situation," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "One moment I’m completely in love with him, and the next I feel like I'm holding onto something that might slip through my fingers."

Elise gazed at her friend with understanding. “Love is never simple, G. But running away isn’t the answer either. You both want each other. You have to communicate that.”

Giselle sighed, a wave of frustration washing over her. “I know that, but last night was… explosive. It felt like every insecurity came crashing down at once. I just couldn’t handle it.”

“Relationships are about navigating those explosions together,” Elise encouraged softly. “Maybe it’s time to express what’s really going on inside.”

Taking a deep breath, Giselle nodded, steeling herself for what lay ahead. “You’re right, but what if he resents me for leaving like I did?”

“Then you’ll deal with that when the time comes. Right now, focus on how you feel. You both need to hear each other out.”

Giselle imagined facing Kylian again. His intense gaze, his words from last night, echoing in her mind. “But what if he’s over this?” she suddenly voiced, the thought sending a pang of dread through her.

“He won’t be. He’s crazy about you,” Elise replied firmly. “Just like you are about him. You both just… need to clear the air and take some time if that's what you need.”

As Giselle finished wiping her tears, a newfound sense of clarity began to form. “I need to tell him everything—my fears, my insecurities. He deserves honesty.”

Elise smiled, giving her a gentle nudge. “There you go. Just be honest, and don’t let fear dictate your worth. Remember, you both deserve love.”

With her friend’s encouragement, Giselle made her decision. No more running, no more waiting. She needed to face the storm, to rebuild what seemed broken. As the sunrise brightened the room, so too did her resolve to confront her feelings head-on.

She pulled out her phone, fingers trembling slightly as she stared at Kylian's contact. The urge to reach out was powerful, but the fear of what she might say and the uncertainty of his reaction weighed heavily on her mind. Taking a deep breath, she pressed call, her heart racing with each ring.

When Kylian's voice finally came through, it was both a relief and a surge of fresh anxiety. “Giselle?” he answered, his tone cautious yet laced with warmth.

“Kylian,” she breathed, feeling the knot in her stomach twist tighter. “I… I wanted to talk.”

“Come back” he said before she could say more, the urgency in his voice cutting through her unease. “We can talk here, you know your safe with me.”

Giselle felt a surge of warmth at his words, but uncertainty lingered in her mind. “I just… I need to process everything,” she replied, her voice trembling slightly. “I booked a flight home.”

“When are you leaving Paris?” he asked, the defeat in his voice making her eyes fill with tears.

“Tonight,” she whispered.

Kylian's silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating. “Tonight?” he echoed, his voice barely masking his disappointment. “You’re leaving just like that?”

“I need to think, Kylian,” Giselle explained, her voice breaking. “I love you, but everything feels overwhelming right now.”

“Come over, I'll be waiting,” he pleaded, desperation lacing his words. “Let’s talk this through. I can't let you leave like this.”

“I’ll be over soon,” Giselle said softly, her resolve beginning to falter as she felt the pull of his urgency. She could hear the depth of his emotions in his voice, and it tugged at the corners of her heart.

“Thank you,” he replied, his relief palpable. “I’ll be here. Just take your time.”

After hanging up, Giselle took a moment to gather her thoughts.

“Talking things over is a good thing, right?” Elise asked, stealing one of the strawberries from the bowl she prepared for her.

“I don't know…I don't know if anything I'm doing is right, but I won't know if I don't try.” Giselle confessed, her hands trembling slightly as she stood from the bed.

Elise nodded in understanding. “You just need to be open and honest about your feelings. That’s the only way to find common ground.”

Taking a deep breath, Giselle felt a mix of anxiety and determination swell within her. “You’re right. I can’t let fear dictate my choices anymore.” She said, repeating what Kylian had said to her the night before.

Elise stood up, placing a reassuring hand on Giselle’s shoulder. "You’ve got this. Just remember to breathe and take things one step at a time. You love him, and he loves you. You’ll find a way through this."

With her friend’s encouragement echoing in her mind, Giselle sent for a cab to Kylian’s apartment , her heart racing as she prepared to face the man she loved. Each breath felt heavy with a mix of fear and hope, but in her heart, she knew that this was the moment to confront their issues head-on.

The cab ride was a blur, her mind swimming with thoughts of what she would say, how Kylian would react, and whether they could find a way to bridge the gap that had formed between them. As they approached his apartment, she felt the familiar flutter in her stomach, the warmth that always accompanied her longing for him.

Arriving at Kylian's building, Giselle took a deep breath and stepped out of the cab, the cool Parisian air hitting her face. She walked up to his door, her heart pounding. Knocking softly, she felt a rush of memories flood her mind—the good ones, the ones that made her believe their love was worth fighting for.

When Kylian opened the door, his expression shifted from surprise to relief. “Giselle,” he breathed, stepping aside to let her in. The tension of the previous nights lingered in the air, but there was a softness in his eyes that gave her hope.

“Hey,” she replied, her voice steady despite the storm inside her. She stepped inside, closing the door behind her, and immediately felt the weight of their unspoken words hanging between them.

Kylian turned to face her, his hands stuffed in his pockets as if he were trying to contain the emotions surging within. “I’m glad you came back,” he said softly, his eyes searching hers for reassurance.

“Me too,” she admitted, her heart racing. “I… I’ve thought a lot about everything that happened last night. About us.”

“Me too,” Kylian said, his voice low. “I hate the way we left things. I never wanted it to get that far.” He stepped closer, the distance between them feeling both comforting and terrifying.

“I know,” Giselle replied, tears welling in her eyes again. “I’ve been so scared, and I let my insecurities get the best of me and I'm sorry, you didn't deserve that.”

Kylian's expression softened as he stepped even closer, his gaze unwavering. “I deserve you,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “I don’t want to lose you over something that can be fixed. We're stronger than this, Giselle.”

The sincerity in his words struck her heart, causing a mix of relief and longing to wash over her. She met his gaze, feeling the warmth of love and understanding radiating between them. “I love you, Kylian. I just need to learn how to trust not you, but myself.”

“Trust comes with time,” Kylian replied, his hands gently reaching for hers. “We just have to be honest with each other. I can promise you that I’m here, no matter what.”

Giselle took a deep breath, feeling the tension slowly begin to dissipate as Kylian's fingers intertwined with hers. “I want to be open with you,” she whispered. “I want to make this work.”

Kylian’s thumb brushed against her knuckles soothingly, as if reassuring her that they could overcome anything together. “I’ll do whatever it takes,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

In that moment, it felt like the world outside faded away. Giselle took another step forward, feeling a magnetic pull towards him. The urgency of their emotions surged as she closed the gap between them, her heart racing as Kylian leaned in closer.

“Kylian…” she murmured, barely able to finish her thought before he captured her lips with his own. The kiss was soft at first, a tentative exploration that quickly morphed into something more passionate. All the frustrations and misunderstandings melted away, leaving only the raw electricity of their connection.

His hands found her waist, pulling her closer as she melted against him, feeling the familiar heat of desire rekindle. She could taste the mix of their emotions, the love shining through the tumult. The tenderness of the moment dissolved the barriers they had both built, and Giselle felt herself surrendering completely.

As he deepened the kiss, her mind raced with thoughts of what lay ahead—the need for communication, the promise of growth, but also the undeniable chemistry that was impossible to ignore. She felt herself responding to him instinctively, her body instinctively leaning into Kylian's warmth, igniting a fire deep within her.

Their kiss became more fervent, the urgency of their desires intertwining with the healing they both needed. Kylian lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her toward the living room, his mouth never leaving hers.

Giselle giggled softly against his lips, exhilaration sparking through her veins. “You’re so strong,” she teased playfully, feeling the familiar comfort of his presence wash over her.

“Only for you,” Kylian replied with a smirk, before setting her down gently on the couch. He remained close, his hands still roaming her sides as they caught their breath.

“Promise me,” Giselle murmured, her voice husky, “that we’ll keep working through our issues together.”

“Always,” he vowed, his breath warm against her cheek. “I’ll always fight for you.”

Kylian captured her face between his hands, his thumb grazing along her jawline as he leaned closer. “But right now, I just want you,” he breathed, kissing her again with an urgency that sparked a flurry of emotions.

As they explored each other with renewed fervor, Giselle felt the warmth of his body against her, every touch igniting a fire deep within her. Lost in each other, the world outside faded as they surrendered to their desires. Each gentle caress and passionate kiss was a promise of what they could build together—a love capable of overcoming challenges.

Time slipped away as they became lost in each other, passion consuming them. Giselle pulled Kylian closer, feeling safe and desired in his arms. The weight of their previous arguments melted away, replaced by the joy of being together.

When their hands explored and their breaths entwined, Giselle knew that her heart wasn’t just giving in; it was letting go.

Kylian paused, pulling back to look into her eyes, his expression a mixture of tenderness and hunger. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion.

“More than I’ve ever been,” she replied, leaning in to capture his lips again.

His hands trailed down her body, igniting every nerve ending until she could barely think straight. With every kiss, every touch, Giselle felt herself getting lost in the intensity of their connection. They were more than just lovers; they were two souls fighting to reclaim what felt lost.

Kylian's hands explored her body with a careful passion, deepening their connection as they moved together, their bodies melding in perfect harmony. The flames of desire consumed them as they shed the defenses built from insecurities, replacing them with trust and understanding.

“Don’t hold back,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear as his fingers traced along her skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “I want all of you.”

With those words, Giselle surrendered completely, their hearts beating as one. The morning becoming reckless a tapestry of passion and vulnerability.

Giselle lay with her legs pinned open, Kylian's hands forcing them to remain so as he fucked her slowly and incredibly deep. She mewled into his mouth as his forehead pressed against hers, curbing their insatiable need to stay close.

Kylian groaned deeply as Giselle tilted her hips, allowing him to sink even deeper inside her. He savored the feeling of her warm, tight walls enveloping him completely. His hands tightened on her legs, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he held her open for his slow, deliberate thrusts.

Giselle's breath hitched as Kylian filled her so completely, his thick length stretching her most exquisitely. She could feel every ridge and vein as he slid in and out of her, setting her nerves alight with pleasure. Her hips moved instinctively, meeting his slow thrusts and urging him deeper still.

She broke the kiss, her head falling back against the pillow as she gasped for air. "Kylian..." she breathed, her voice thick with desire. "You feel so good. So deep." Her fingers raked down his back, nails digging into his skin as the sensations overwhelmed her.

“That's where I belong,” Kylian drawled, punctuating his words with a measured deep stroke. "Right here, mon amour," he murmured, his voice low and husky as he stilled inside of her.

He leaned down, capturing one of her hardened nipples between his teeth and biting gently.

Kylian's eyes flicked up to meet Giselle's gaze, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched her reaction. He relished in the way her body responded to his touch, the way she arched into him, silently begging for more.

He released her nipple with a pop, blowing cool air over the sensitive nub. Giselle shuddered, her back arching off the sofa as she gave herself to him, for what felt as though it could have been the last time and in the midst of passion it crushed her soul.

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kingkatsuki · 1 year ago

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— the ties that bind

I just needed to get this out of my system, because after catching up to Wind Breaker I got this idea in my head and I just hope it makes some form of sense outside the horny.

Endo would offer anything to Takiishi to make him happy, including you.

Pairing: Endo Yamato x Takiishi Chika x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, angst, toxic!unestablished relationship, power dynamics if you really squint, threesome, one!sided feelings (on yours and Endo’s part), dirty talk, m!masturbation, fingering, double penetration (cock and fingers in your pussy at the same time), creampie, cum eating, cunnilingus.

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You’re not even sure if Takiishi truly loves you, or whether you’re just another pawn in his sadistic game of chess. Manipulating you would be easy anyway when you’re so desperately in love with him.

“You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” His thumb tugs at your bottom lip as you instinctively tilt your head, pathetically offering yourself to him as always. The option is his to take, his decision as always, “Anything.”

“Yes, Chika.” And perhaps he likes you because you always tell him exactly what he wants to hear.

Takiishi smiles at that and indulges you. Taking pity on you this time as he leans down to capture your lips in a fiery kiss, cradling your jaw in one of his palms as you feel yourself leaning into his touch. You like it when he’s like this— it allows you to trick yourself into thinking everything is copacetic.

“Is that good?” His lips curl into a smug grin against your lips. Already certain of the answer, though he’d never want you to lie to him.

And it is good, the lustrous euphoria that clouds your thoughts and leaves you in a delirious stupor. His balls are snug against the swell of your ass as he works to carve your cunt into the shape of his cock. Grinding against you as the coarse hairs at his base tickle your clit and have you clenching around him, sharp nails digging into the base of his skull as you pathetically writhe beneath him.

“Oh, fuck,” You sound out, chasing his lips. His mouth swallows the sound as he repeats the motion, delighting in the way your walls clench around his cock, “Chika.”

Takiishi pulls back to watch you now, drunk enough on the pleasure that crystalline tears clump in your thick lashes and your lips pout in a needy whine. The sight is completely debauched as he reaches out to palm one of your bouncing breasts, catching your nipple between his index and middle finger as he squeezes softly.

“You really are perfect, huh?” He continues, shaping his hand against the curve of your chest, grunting when you clench around him in response.

He’s like a drug, intoxicating and so damn addictive that you can’t stop yourself from coming back for another hit. His hands scorch your skin as he palms your breast, rutting into your warm cunt as his cock curves towards that sweet spot inside you.

He’s nothing like the man that everyone else gets to see, the strongest man in Furin's history. When you have him like this it’s easy to convince yourself that he’s something more— this soft side reserved just for you as he holds you in his arms and tells you he loves you. Except, he’d never say those words to you, would he?

“Told ya she was,” Endo smirks from behind you, and you’re brought back to your sickening reality.

It’s his fault you’re like this, after all.

“I thought she’d make you happy.” He scoffs, and you’re reminded of your stark reality, the real reason why you’re here, “I picked a good one, huh?”

Takiishi doesn’t answer, but instead gives another rough thrust into your tight cunt. Enough to have you crying out as Endo shamelessly flops down on his side onto the bed beside you, resting his head on his palm as he reaches out to pinch one of your taut nipples. His cock bounced from the movement as you noticed the globs of pre beading at the engorged tip, an angry pink that flushed down the length of him. Swollen balls, bulky and ready to give everything they’ve got to give to the man in front of you. Endo wrapped a calloused palm around his cock as he gave himself a lazy pump, smearing the opaline moisture along his length for lube as he pressed his thumb against his slit.

“She was a good choice.” Takiishi grunts, readjusting himself as he curls his hands beneath your thighs. Changing the angle as your walls clench around him, admiring the scars and welts that pucker against his chest.

And Endo delights in the praise, as though it was directed towards him. When the saccharine look in Takiishi’s eyes told otherwise— his softened irises almost convinced you that he cared.

It’s always been difficult to ascertain when he’s being deceptive but just as he enjoys playing this twisted game, you’ve started to play too. Like a pawn whose only task is to protect the king, you’ve set your pieces up to guard your heart. Terrified to admit to him how you feel, although you’re certain he can tell. He’s always been perceptive, after all.

“I’d do anything for you,” Endo continues stroking his cock, squeezing his palm around the girth of it, “You know that.”

And once again, that’s your stark reminder that none of this is real.

Takiishi had told you he cared for you before. One night below the stars when you were alone together, sharing a split bottle of whisky as you felt the breeze whip at your ankles. He’d only allow himself to be vulnerable when there was no one else around, no distractions. Or as vulnerable as Takiishi was capable of being, you supposed. But you wondered if he’d say the same to Endo when he was in the same position, all doe eyes and soft smiles as he cups your beating heart in a calloused fist and squeezes tight.

Endo always said Takiishi was a blazing inferno that consumes everything it touches indiscriminately, without a care for others. And that was probably why you’d both be going down in the blaze. Fooling yourself into believing that you would be able to avoid the fire when you should’ve known it was destroying you from the inside.

“You like that?” Takiishi murmured, “You like me fucking you into the shape of my cock?”

But maybe you were just as sadistic as them, indulging in the pain laced with such frivolity. Letting them use you however they see fit, under the guise that they actually care about you— that they love you.

“Yes,” You whined, trying feebly to match his pace. Wanting to prove to him that you were the right choice, that you’d do anything to make him happy. It disgusted you how much you’d bend your back to appease him, how much you were willing to give of yourself to receive next to nothing in return. You could only blame the pleasure clouding your mind for so much before the lusty fog cleared to a haze of realisation.

“Good girl.” He liked that answer, he always did.

Takiishi rewarded you with a particularly harsh thrust, as he pulled his hips back enough to drag his drenched cock from your silky depths before plunging it back in with a sudden rut.

“Her pussy sounds so fuckin’ wet.” Endo smirked at the lewd sound that filled the room, “She’s so noisy.”

“You always take me so well,” Takiishi murmured so softly, you’d mistake it for kindness. Smoothing a palm against your pelvis as he felt for his cock inside you.

“Yeah, and she likes it,” Endo scoffed, “Just look at her— you like being stuffed full, huh?”

He reached down to press two tattooed fingers against your puffy clit as you gasped in pleasure. Arching your back into his touch as Takiishi continued his rough pace, fucking you higher up the mattress from the ferocity of his thrusts as his red hair cascaded around him.

“Bet Chika’s stretching you out,” His fingers continued lower, spreading into a V on either side of Takiishi’s cock as they squeezed softly. The heel of his palm was now flat against your clit as you watched Takiishi’s eyes roll in pleasure, manicured nails digging into the plush of your thighs as he sought his high.

“This is the best gift yet, right Chika?” Endo grins, “Isn’t she the best gift?”

“Yeah,” Takiishi smiles down at you, and it has you falling even deeper, “You did good.”

Endo practically keened at the praise, a garbled sound akin to a whine slipped past his lips as slender hips bucked into his closed fist. And while Endo would say Takiishi is the king in this twisted game, you know him better. He’s like a rook, moving straight across the board to strike down every dispensable shield you’ve placed to guard your heart as he gets in through a hole in your defences.

“Fu-uck,” Endo groaned when he began to press two of his tattooed fingers into your warm, wet cunt above Takiishi’s cock. Feeling the stretch between your thighs as you writhed against tousled sheets, immediately clamping down in defence.

“Relax.” Takiishi smoothed a palm along your sternum, feeling the harsh doldrums of your heart as though on command you released the breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding.

Feeling Endo wiggle his fingers inside you with glee as the pair moved in tandem, calloused pads hitting the spongy spot inside you with each flick of his wrist as the blunt head of Takiishi’s cock carved your insides into the shape of him.

“You’re so big, Chika,” Endo continued, a groan vibrating low in his throat as he felt you tighten around him, “Are you gonna cum?”

The question wasn’t directed at you but the coil inside you wound tight, leaving you teetering on the edge of your bliss as you waited for something to have you free-falling.

“Shit,” Takiishi rasped, practically curled over you as his hips jerked, his pace faltering as he felt the pleasure building between his thighs.

“Fuck,” Endo growled, a toothy smile spread against his cheeks as he pressed harder against your g-spot, “Fuckin’ cum for me.”

It wasn’t directed at you, but the command had you convulsing, dipping into a high crescendo as you met your climax. Your walls fluttered around the two men as pleasure consumed you. White spots blurred your vision as you barely made out the feeling of Endo ripping his fingers from your warm cunt and moving his hand, still soaked with your slick, to Takiishi’s heavy balls. Moulding them beneath his fingers as he worked to push him over the edge, sitting up on the mattress to get a front-row seat at the debauched view in front of him.

Takiishi was wordless as he came, a guttural grunt forced from deep in his chest the only sound as he fisted the sheets on either side of you. Endo’s hand still milking his balls as he pumped white, hot spurts of cum inside your spent cunt, coating your velvety walls with his release.

“You’re so pretty when you cum.” Endo cooed, watching as Takiishi pulled out of your pulsing hole. His cock glistened with your essence as you left creamy pearlescent rings around the base of his cock.

Takiishi pulled back to assess the gape he’d left between your thighs, watching your hole pulse as it pushed some of his spend out of your abused hole. His cock bobbed in the air as he readjusted himself, reaching out to swipe two fingers against your messy folds to push his load back inside you. Offering the digits to you after as he smoothed them against your glossy lips like a man offering someone a chance to sample the sweetest ambrosia. And you took it gratefully, rolling your tongue around his fingers as you tasted the bitterness of him.

“Clean her up,” Takiishi commanded, pulling his spit-soaked fingers from your mouth as he wiped them against the side of your cheek, “Then you can have my cock.”

Endo gave his cock a final tug before moving his sticky hands to your thighs. Slipping his palms beneath the curve of your knees to manhandle you roughly, as though you were nothing more than a doll. And in reality, that’s exactly what you were— a toy for them to play with when they both got bored.

Your aching thigh held upright as he pushed your ass in the air, your back off the mattress as he pressed the flat of his tongue along your creamy slit. Collecting the cum that your fluttering walls had pushed out of you that drooled down towards your asshole as he cleaned you up.

“You taste so good,” He groaned, greedily pushing his tongue inside your stretched hole to slurp at the mixture Takiishi left behind as his nose nudged your overstimulated clit.

It wasn’t for your pleasure, it rarely was when it came to Endo and yet he still managed to have your eyes rolling back in a matter of minutes as you trashed against the dirty sheets.

Takiishi sat back to watch like he always did, his cock still half-hard and glistening with your slick. Just another part of the vicious cycle that you found yourself in, match after match in a sick game where he always came out as the victor.

Your hand flew out to card through Endo’s messy hair when you felt his teeth nip at your folds in his urgency, crying out as he shot you an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, baby,” He cooed, his voice laced with condescension, “I thought you could handle it.”

This wasn’t for your pleasure, it was for his. And yet he still had the coil inside you snapping as he forced you into another gratifying climax. Crying out as your entire body shook from the intensity, your nails stretching against his scalp as he pulled away with glee. Your juices drooled down his chin as he looked to Takiishi, not to you.

“It’s my turn now, yeah?” Endo licked his lips with glee, shamelessly ogling Takiishi’s cock, “You can fuck me, if you want—”

And once again you were reminded of the real reason why you were here, why Endo had picked you in the first place. Another twisted idea is to try and give Takiishi the best time of his life. To prove his love and devotion to a man who would never give him the same kind of reward.

The cloudy lust-filled haze that shrouded your mind now transforms into an almighty storm that has thunder and lightning crashing down around you. Ruining the perfect fantasy you’d concocted and convinced yourself was real.

For now, you were just another player in their sick and twisted game. Because they both want everything from you, but they give you nothing in return.

#Yamato endo x reader #chika takiishi x reader #Yamato endo smut #chika takiishi smut #Yamato endo x chika takiishi x reader #wind breaker smut

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skymallnine · 2 months ago

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Cannot stop thinking about how delightfully impractical it is to have 100% invisible clothing closures. You could make so many B-plots out of various Star Trek characters fighting with their own clothes.

Because, ok, I have to assume that there’s no need to align the edges perfectly in order to close up the invisible seam. That’s obviously unworkable. So maybe there’s some kind of guidance system (magnets or something similar) that makes the sides “want” to align in the correct closed position.

Magnetic clothing closures already exist. But these 24th century closures would have to work a bit differently, since we don’t have any visible overlap in the fabric. Maybe the edges of the fabric meet perfectly edge-on, and these are some very narrow, extremely strong magnets. Hopefully they never wiggle even slightly out of position, or the seam will be permanently misaligned. Or, if the fabric does overlap, I guess each flap is exactly half the thickness of the rest of the fabric, which should be doable with their access to precision manufacturing.

Cool. So now I’ve met a smoking hot freighter captain with 12 heads and twice as many excretion sphincters. I’d like to remove my garment. If it’s overlapping flaps, how do I get it started? Remember, there’s no visible flap for me to grab, they’re completely flush with the rest of the fabric. Am I sitting there digging my fingernail around to try to find the edge?

Let me try pulling sideways instead. I’m now pulling in a direction that has to stay closed for the clothing to function, so any guidance (whether it’s magnets or Future Magnets) is going to be especially strong on this axis. We don’t want it popping open every time I stretch my legs or take a deep breath. Does it keep trying to “helpfully” snap back into place? How do I half-open my jacket without it re-zipping itself? With larger clothing closures, there’s an intentionality to how I interact with them. But with invisible clothing closures, there would always be that element of autocorrect.

If we want to build some intentionality back in, maybe there’s some kind of gesture control or tap zone that toggles it open/closed (with idk nanobots or something), plus various presets for partially open/closed. This control is also, apparently, invisible. I’m on a diplomatic mission to a new planet and now there’s wardrobe malfunctions all over the place, because they don’t realize their traditional greeting is the screen-lock passcode for my entire jumpsuit.

Hard night of partying, need to go pee. Forget struggling with my fly, I don’t even know how to find it. Guess I’m making use of the fabric’s futuristic piss-wicking technology once again.

#star trek shitposting #23rd century humans: what if we did buttons -> touchscreens but for clothing!#star trek #ds9 #deep space nine #star trek tng #the next generation #star trek voyager #star trek lower decks

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jollyhunter · 8 months ago

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24 Kinky Days with Dean x reader - Day 9.

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW - MDNI! - includes explicit sexual content. It's a kinky writing challenge, so expect anything at this point, (nothing freaky, don't worry) but it's a surprise calendar so I won't spoil it! (Also, English is not my native language) Contains brief reference to Dec.1 (Sunshine)

Advent calendar includes: headcanons, snippets, one shots, imagines, blurbs etc.

Words: 2,690 (I tried to keep it short but ended up with a longer version since I wanted to do this idea of sweet loving Dean switching back and forth to soft dom!Dean justice)

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Feedback and reblogs are highly appreciated! And let me know whether you enjoy it so far! <3 A/N: In my headcanon Dean’s a switch and a super soft dom, always making sure you feel comfortable. And mainly playing the dom part because he had noticed how you'd always bite your bottom lip whenever he’s using his deep and authoritative voice with others or how you'd swallow thickly when he kicks into action on hunts, and it dawns on him that it actually turns you on. Dunno whether this is a popular headcanon but guess that's just my take on him, I hope you'll enjoy it!

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9th Dec. - Whip Stroke

“Are those the same cuffs we’re using on our hunts? Nasty.” you jab with a little playful smile on your lips while you watch Dean smirk and chuckle, rifling through his duffle bag to pull out the familiar pair of handcuffs.

“Yep, that’s the exact pair. But don’t worry, no ghost slime or vamp blood on ‘em.” He assures with a grin, as he makes his way back to the bed.

He kneels down just behind your naked back, the handcuffs grasped in his fingers while he gently tugs at your hands. “You remember the safe word, baby?” He asks, as he leans towards you, a calm and gentle tone in his words when he begins to bring your wrists together behind your back. You feel your excitement kick in, his strong hands coaxing your slender ones to follow his lead with such tenderness - in a way like no one rarely ever gets to witness him despite you.

Your head turns sideways to glance back at him, searching for his eyes to give him a reassuring smile of yours. “Yep, Cherry Pie.” you chuckle lightly. And to prove your point, you drop slightly forward, your naked chest automatically sinking further into the mattress while he pulls your arms behind your back together. He carefully places the cuffs around your wrists, locking them with a quiet click, before giving them a gentle and tentative tug, always checking to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable

“Too tight?” He asks, his tone calm and gentle. “No, it’s a green from my side.” You hum, referring to the traffic light system you’d always use when you'd do something more intense.

Dean lets out a silent sigh of relief, but quickly covers it up with a cocky grin, “Now, remember that time your drunk ass told me you’d want me to tame you like a little brat…? You up for it?” For a moment you swallow thickly, your breath caught in your throat. Wait- shit- He actually remembers that? “I got us something… in case you’re still u-”

“Yes,” you cut him short, the word slipping your lips thanks to your excitement sky rocking now. “Is it another gift wrapped in toilet paper?” You quickly add, trying to distract from your flustered expression. Dean’s smirk widens at your eager response and he moves off the bed to get something from the nightstand’s drawer, “Nah, this one didn’t need packing.” Moments later, he kneels back on the bed behind you, his hands moving to gently caress your skin again. You angle your shoulders, peering back up at him with the side of your face flush against the mattress, your breath increasing as you spot the new toy in his hand. Held up high, letting you see it in its full glory, was a medium-sized, black leather riding crop.

Goddamn. A shiver runs through your body, your heart suddenly racing and the heat pooling between your legs. He begins to slowly run the leather tail of the crop across your bare skin, allowing you to get used to the new sensation. Your breath hitches when it ever so lightly brushes over your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake and sending another cold shiver down your spine.

“Damn…” you breath out hoarsely, slightly muffled by the mattress. And you suddenly feel your cheeks flush a bit pink at the thought of your following words, “You- … you gonna whip me in shape?”

He chuckles in response, the vibrations of his laughter rippling against your skin. “Oh definitely – can’t tame my girl otherwise, now can I.” He says, before he begins to lightly nudge your legs with the end of the crop. “Lift your hips.” He instructs, his voice calm and gentle yet authoritative.

You wiggle yourself off the mattress in order to lift your hips, your chest still firmly pushed into the blanket as it was a bit difficult to hold your balance with your wrists cuffed behind your back.

Dean notices you swaying slightly and his free hand quickly goes to stabilize you by holding your hip upright. “Good girl.” He murmurs in response, a tone of praise in his voice. He then begins to slowly run the end of the crop down your spine, the leather slowly and gently sliding along the bumps under your skin. A soft whimper escapes your lips at the sensation while the leather tail continues to tease and caress your skin, causing chills to run down your spine and straight to your core.

Without a word, he suddenly smacks the leather down against your ass, the impact stinging but in a way that makes you shiver from pleasure and excitement. You involuntarily wince at the sudden whip, muffling the pathetic noise with the mattress as you bury your face in the blanket.

“Shit- sorry babe,” he apologizes quickly while his hand goes to caress the spot where the leather had hit. He leans to the side to check on your expression, his eyes widened slightly, “You okay?” “Mm-hm”, you confirm, the unmistakable lust carrying your husky voice when the next words slip you, “P-please- please don’t stop- I-” Did you just say that? You bite your lips, your eyes quickly averting his with a hint of embarrassment.

Dean senses your inner conflict and his protectiveness quickly kicks in – you feeling embarrassed in front of him? Nuh-uh, nope, not with me. He thinks for a moment, his free hand gently stroking your ass. Then, a faint grin spreads across his face when it clicks in his head and he realizes what you want but don’t dare to voice.

“Whimper for me…” He suddenly instructs, his voice going low and deep, just the way he knew secretly turned you on. He had noticed it plenty of times before when you were on hunts, never commenting on it, but your subtle reactions never went unnoticed by him.

You freeze, unsure whether you heard him correctly, but your teeth were already pulling at your lip again at that tone of his. Dean notices your hesitation, so he decides to step up his game. He slides the crop up from the back of your thighs, to your ass and then to your lower back.

“I want you to make pretty and needy sounds for me, sunshine.” He murmurs, his voice a low and gentle tone. “I want you to beg while I tame you.” He lightly smacks the leather against the back of your thigh which makes you wince softly against the blanket. “Whimper, and I’ll reward you, little brat.” He promises, his voice gentle yet commanding, trying his best to play the role you secretly long for.

A shiver runs through your body at his words and lord - that firm tone of his does things to you, you would never admit loudly. Slowly, you feel your inhibitions evaporate. And instead lust and desire takes its place.

Leaned onto one shoulder, with your cuffed wrists still behind your back, you slightly tilt your body and lock eyes with him. His expression is a mixture of a knowing glint in his green eyes and a firm look that tells you he won’t stop until you’ll finally let go of that last shred of misplaced shame. A small, tentative smile appears on your face before you put on a desperate and whining expression with a soft small whimper.

He chuckles as he witnesses you following his instructions and slowly giving in to your secret desires, his smirk growing on his lips.

“Good girl…” he praises, then brings the leather back down against your skin, a bit rougher this time, causing a thwack to echo through the room.

“Ah-Mmnnnh!” A louder whine escapes you, not caring any more to stifle them.

He leans forwards so that his mouth is right by your ear, his breathing heavier than usual. “That was better… much better sweetheart.” He places a kiss on your jawline, before the end of the crop’s suddenly sliding against your side. “Do you wanna know what that little display earned you…?” he asks, his hot breath tickling your skin and making your own breath hitch briefly.

He then pushes his hips forwards, his chest flush against your back. “Can you feel that?” He asks, his voice a low tone. “Can you feel just how hard you make me, sweetheart?”

“Y-yeah, God you’re really hard…” You say, your breath shaking slightly when you feel his cock twitching against the fabric of his pants, grinding against you.

He chuckles at your response, “Yeah… that's all because of you, sunshine…” He bites his bottom lip, secretly begging you to never feel embarrassed again for something that brings you pleasure. After a moment, he pulls back again, his heart rate rising as well now. “Turn over for me, sweetheart.” He instructs, his tone still demanding, determined to get you more hot.

You do as told and roll over, your wrists buried beneath your back as you settle down again. Then he slowly runs the end of the leather down your breasts, making your breath increase and a soft moan leave your lips. Dean has to bite back a groan at your reaction, before he scoots closer to you, sitting on his knees between your legs. One hand on your thigh and the other holding onto the leather crop. “You’re in for a treat, my good girl.”

He runs the end of the riding crop up the inside of your leg. “Just relax… I wanna see how well you can listen…”

You nod and lower your head back down into the mattress, while your legs shiver under the touch of the riding crop, both in anticipation and desperation. He slowly runs the leather up your leg, and onto your stomach, making you squirm. He chuckles when he sees you raise your head to glance towards it, trying to guess the next smack. “Ah, ah, ah. Eyes on me…” You let out a frustrated whine while you reluctantly tare your gaze from the leather crop and back to him. Dean grins, amused by your reaction, but quickly continues in his dominant persona, trying not to break character for you. “That’s it… just focus on me, little brat…”

He then flicks the riding crop in the air before gently moving it down towards your inner thigh. He licks his lips when you let your head fall back into the mattress obediently and his eyes lock onto your dripping wet folds. You feel the end of the leather move up your thigh, before he places it over the top of your covered clit. Your legs tremble and your hips subtly buck, desperate for more friction, the teasing killing you at this point. Dean ignores your eagerness and slowly drags the end of the leather over your clit, his breath now short and quick with his own need. “Are you being a good girl…? Or you still need some tamin’ by good ol’ Winchester?”

“Mm-hm” you whimper shakily, your mind a haze by now but Dean knows the answer was clearly for the latter.

He chuckles when he hears your needy sound, finally allowing yourself to let go. “That’s what I thought…”

Your thighs twitch involuntarily when you feel his fingertip brushing against your slick folds, teasing your entrance. You whimper and your cuffed hands behind your back twist in a desperate effort to clutch the sheets. “God - So wet already for me…” he murmurs under his breath, his voice a deep groan.

“Guess I’ma have to scold you a lil’ more, hmm…” He hums, the riding crop being dragged up the other side of your inner thigh now. A shiver runs up your legs, the leather feeling like sparks against your skin. He then brings the crop down on your inner thigh, not hard enough to leave a mark, but also hard enough to make it sting.

“Ah-hnnn,” Your entire body twitches and you wince from the stinging sensation. You quickly bite your lips, your eyes rolling back and your head pressed into the mattress.

Dean’s persona falters briefly at your intense reaction. “Jesus…” He whispers. “You good, sunshine..?” He asks, his voice gentle and reassuring. “Color?”

“Green,” you pant softly, your eyes briefly connecting before you drop your head back down.

He smiles warmly when he hears you reply, relieved at your answer. You’re enjoying this.

“Good. Stay still…” He orders, his voice low and firm again. The crop comes down again with a thwat – harder than the last time. You hiss but once again bite back the louder reaction, your leg twitching at the stinging pain mixed with pleasure and need.

He smiles that signature cheshire smile at the sight of you, dripping wet, whimpering, wrists behind your back and the fact that he's the reason for this secret kink of yours. He suddenly notices how his pants grow tighter by the second and a dark stain spreads on the fabric around his crotch. “Just keep being a good girl for me… and you’ll get a really big reward.”

Dean quickly undoes his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers in one, hasty movement. You let out a low moan, your eyes locked on his thick erected cock now freed and twitching from need. He leans over you, his expression suddenly soft and vulnerable. “I love you…” He mumbles against your ear, his words barely a whisper, but suddenly feeling the need to let you know, especially now that he’s acting all rough and dominant for you.

You tilt your head slightly to nuzzle against the side of his face, your voice a soft murmur against his ear, “I love you, too.” You drop your voice lower before you add a little sheepish, “And thank you.” His heart swells when you nuzzle against him, his arms wrapped around you, pulling your body up and against his where your chin comes to a rest on his shoulder. “Thank you for trustin’ me with your secret fantasies…”

He then gently rolls you over onto your stomach again and lays down over you, his front pressing against your back. “Now… I’ve still got some tamin’ to do, don’t I?” he chuckles with a teasing smirk, at which a snort-chuckle slips your own lips and you mutter, “I’ll be a real brat if you don’t.”

“That so? Mmmh… my little vixen, huh.” He hums quietly, massaging and slightly squeezing you. He then lets the leather crop come down on your butt, another loud thwat echoing through the bedroom.

“Ahh-hnng” you whimper softly and you feel your pussy twitch from need.

He smiles at your whimper, before letting the crop come down again, a bit harder this time.

A louder whimper escapes you this time, your hips twitching involuntarily from the increased burning sensation, “I- I’ll be obedient” you suddenly wine, pleading now.

He chuckles again, his voice still gruff as he’s playing along. “Of course you’ll be… and I’ll reward you for that.” He pats your reddening skin with his other hand, “You’re such a good girl for me…” his hand slides across your butt and down your inner thighs, feeling again how much you were dripping already. He groans at the sight of you so ready and his fingers scoop up some of it to coat his hardened cock with your juice.

You pant heavily by now, your butt wiggling slightly in an attempt to get closer to him, until he gives you a harder pat on the ass. “Now don’t move that cute ass of yours, ‘kay?” He leans over you to place a kiss on your favourite spot on your neck, rewarding himself with a soft, pleased hum of yours. “I- I’ll be good…”

His free hand goes back to caressing your red ass-cheek again while you can feel the tip of the leather crop press against your inner thigh, gently nudging your legs further apart. He then chuckles cheekily, knowing how much you enjoy him playing this role. So, he purposely lowers his voice even more to imitate his gruff, intimidating hunter-mode-tone while he swiftly slaps your inner thigh.

“Buckle up sunshine, you’re gonna get tamed now.”

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1st Dec. - Sunshine 2nd Dec. - Spell Book 3rd Dec. - Lights Out 4th Dec. - Tickle 5th Dec. - Dirty UNO 6th Dec. - (TBA) 7th Dec. - Candlelight 8th Dec. - Hex Play 9th Dec. - Whip Stroke

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rheiple · 2 years ago

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Sun wants to be your favorite.

Have you noticed? From the way he greets you with a really tight hug and a little twirl, unlike how he only gives his other friends a quick pat on their shoulder and a handshake at best. The way he like to help you with work whether it’d be passing out the tools you needed, reaching stuff you can’t reach at, or even giving you the emotional support you needed when you feel like you can’t complete a task at hand. Please, he’s practically giving you the puppy eyes waiting for your praises, whenever he gives you a gift he hand made, cause he believes that putting effort like hand made crafts is much more romantic than buying it. Not that he mind buying stuff for you that is! Whatever you need, he’ll give you all, because you’re his favorite human!

And when you do give him compliments and praises? Ohh you flatter him so much! Internally squealing like a school girl who gushes about their crush, it’s so bad that he’s been nagged at by Moon. He doesn’t care though, he’s just jealous that he’s our favorite!

He doesn’t really believe it, but when you gently cup his face to admire his blue eyes, his golden rays and his pearly white smile. You told him that he’s such a pretty boy? He practically melts because of how hot his circuits are! Oh don’t look at him, you’re making him blush!

But you know what he really really likes? Whenever it’s his turn to praise and compliment you, he gets to see you overheat! Your flushed cheeks, awkward smile not being used to such statements about you, and the way your pretty eyes dart around to look anywhere but him. Oohhh he can’t wait to just eat you up! Acting all shy like that, and you’ll get a hyper Sun not letting you out of his love bombing.

He really likes you, and you seem to like him too! So is he your favorite boy? He really really hopes so !

Moon is your favorite.

Oh, he’s not going to sit and hope that he’s your favorite. He knows he is your favorite. I mean, you wouldn’t go out of your way to be nice and be buddy buddy with him right? He found it cute that one time you were too shy to start up a conversation with him, thinking he’s not much of a talker. He really isn’t, he prefers to listen to your voice. But if you asked him, he’d talk and talk. Wanna hear about facts of the solar system? Or hear about that one time a kid took a dookie on Sun? Oh, he’s just joking Sunny boy, he’s not that mean to embarrass you to his favorite human. Do you want to hear a story? About the spooky rabbit lady who likes to kidnap bad children? Or a love story about a human… and a robot..

Hah, he doesn’t know what your talking about Starlight. It sounds familiar? Well, yes because it’s based on a book he read. What book? Uh, he’s actually gate keeping it. Sorry Star, the book was too good for him to share it. Him? Projecting his feelings on the story?

His gonna put you in naptime for that.

Ohh but don’t think he didn’t noticed the way your eyes shined with stars whenever he lifted something heavy to help you with your duties. Like what you see? You’re practically ogling at his physique. Not that he minds, he loves your undevided attention. You get excited and hype him up whenever he does the lifting. His face plate spins in glee thinking about being your big and strong man.

He likes really teasing you, he sees your flushed cheeks and hears your heart rate speeding up little by little. He gets the sudden urge to just pinch and pull your cheeks really hard.

Oh, but you always like to take revenge. Stroking his cheeks and looking at him like he’s the million dollars you’ve won at the lottery. Telling him how he’s such a handsome man. He might’ve grumbled, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t loved it. He’s just very flustered at your compliments. No Star, I’m hiding in my hat- hey don’t take it off of me!

He knows you never get mad at him whenever he steals shiny trinkets and presents it to you. You just really love how he really really loves you. You know you’re his favorite human, his actions have shown it… So it’d make sense that he’s also your favorite, when you reciprocate his love for you right?

I got the sudden energy to write this when I listened to the song called "Pretty boy" by Naethan Apollo. The song is such a banger I would recommend it to y'all.

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sunshinescribes · 2 years ago

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Sweat for Me

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x Fem!Reader

Rating: EXPLICIT (18+)

Summary: You think this might be your favorite thing in the entire world. Law beneath you, whining and whimpering through his third orgasm. (A/N: I was going to post this for kinktober but fuck it, needed to get this out of my system)

Warnings: SMUT, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms (mentioned), Praise Kink, Submissive Law, Law is kind of a brat (which is canon to meeee), Begging, Creampie

You think this might be your favorite thing in the entire world.

Law beneath you, whining and whimpering through his third orgasm.

You watch intently, rocking your hips slowly, continuing to ride him despite the way his whole body twitches as he comes down from his high. Law is so pretty—so hauntingly beautiful like this, tan skin flushed, lips parted, and dark lashes caressing his cheeks as he battles to keep his eyes open—this is beyond compare.

Usually he’s the one in control, caging you in with his lithe body as he fucks you into the mattress with that smug smile playing at his lips. His goatee brushes against your skin while he whispers pure filth into your ear. Fuuuck, sweet girl, you’re squeezing me so tight. Want me to go deeper? Hmm? You think you can take it all?

You love those moments, but this is so much sweeter. You work the tension of a particularly harrowing day out of him, allow him to lounge while you do the work, give him anything—everything he needs—maybe even more, but he deserves it. Your captain, who plots and worries—rarely ever thinking about himself.

"Too much—fuck, sweetheart, I—" Law chokes on a soft whine when your needy cunt squeezes him. He’s barely comprehendible, his mind stuck in a pleasant haze where the art of language eludes him. You feel your lips curl into a prideful smile, knowing that you’ve reduced this brilliant man into a babbling mess.

"I’m takin’ care of you, Captain," you whisper softly, dipping down to gently kiss the corner of his mouth. Law turns his head, tries to capture your plush lips, but you pull away before he can. He’s too spent—too fucking boneless—to chase you.

Law actually pouts. You don’t know whether to blame it on the sex-induced delirium or if he’s genuinely disappointed to be denied a kiss, and it takes everything in you not to laugh at how damn cute he is, though you’re certain doing so would only earn you a fiercer pout, maybe even censure.

"Just one more handsome," you sigh, tracing the curve of his sharp jaw, brushing your fingertips against his soft sideburns and stubble. "You can do that for me, can’t you?"

Law trembles under your touch—leans into it while his tired eyes gaze up at you. He swallows thickly before finally answering with a weak nod, dark, damp tresses nearly falling over his eyes.

"Y-yea."

God, you want to burn the image of him like this in your mind forever. Recall it every moment of every waking day until you turn to dust.

You smile down at him and begin to move your hips once more. Law jolts as soon as you do and grits his teeth to stop from crying out. You feel his tortured dick pulse inside of you, so needy and spent and ready to pour everything he has to give into you again.

You grind down on him in slow, tantalizing circles—more taunting than pleasing—and you know you’ll be repaid in kind soon. Law will work you just as hard, make you come twice as much the next time he has you bent over his desk or trapped between his body and the cold metal walls of the Polar Tang.

You don’t mean to be cruel, but the low groans and soft curses that pass his lips are so delicious. A part of you never wants this to end—wants to have him trapped inside you forever while you coax another sweet release out of him. And another. And another.

Law places a trembling hand on your hip as you continue to rock shallowly. "Fuu—FUCK, baby, p-please—"

Neither of you are certain of what he’s asking for, but when he bucks his hips to push himself just a little deeper inside of your soaking heat, you decide to be merciful.

You lift slightly, just enough to see the base of his glazed dick, before slamming back down. A desperate cry rips from his throat as you ride him. It hurts—hurts so good he can’t bite back the strings of curses that pass his lips, or the shameless whimpers that spur you on, make your movements rushed and sloppy, even as your legs begin to burn again.

"T-that’s it…" You place your hands on either side of his thighs, taking Law deeper—making him hit that sweet, spongey spot inside of you. You feel the heat in your core building, and you know he’s close—ready to burst inside of you one last time.

"You ready?"

Law nods and mumbles something you can’t make out over the squelch of your hungry cunt, swallowing him over and over and over again. You think of the mess you two are making—the evidence of your desires staining the sheets. You wonder if Law will use his devil fruit powers to clean them, switching out Shachi or Penguin’s laundry with two simple words and the flourish of his hand, much to the disdain of your fellow crewmates.

You’re ripped from your ruminations as his slender fingers dig deeper into the flesh of your hips, nearly bruising. He weakly thrusts up into your heat, chasing his release.

"You—hngg—s-said this was your pussy, right?" Your voice is airy as you rub your delicate nub, nearly there. "Then come in it."

Law swears he sees fucking spots in the corners of his vision, but he isn’t in the state of mind to be even a little concerned. He chokes out your names, practically folds into himself while he comes, long and agonizingly hard. It’s a beautiful sight, watching him gasp and blink through his orgasm until your sopping pussy is filled to the brim.

You follow after him, your walls fucking seize him, and a wave of aftershock hits Law violently, making him clench his jaw so hard it hurts. Tender praise falls from your lips—shiiit Law, you came so much, did s-so good. You lean forward, crying into his tattooed chest as ecstasy rips through you, making your ears ring and your heart beat madly in your chest.

You sigh contentedly when it passes, shaking slightly against Law’s powerful body.

He cracks open a tired eye as you lift your head slowly. You kiss his jaw and mutter more praise against his sweaty skin.

You know you’re pushing your luck with the favor you’re about to ask.

"What is it?"

You don’t know whether you’re incredibly easy to read or if Law is just that perceptive. Fatigue causes his voice to come out deeper. If you weren’t running on the final reserves of your energy, you might have attempted another round.

"Can you do…the thing?" you ask sweetly, lifting your hand and outstretching your fingers in explanation. "Gotta get cleaned up."

You look up at Law with pleading eyes, attempting to look as cute and innocent as Bepo, though you’re almost certain you’re too disheveled and fucked out to even come close.

He sighs, lifting his tattooed hand. "This is the last time…"

You smile, mumbling your thanks.

“Room. Shambles.”

#sunny.fic #trafalgar law smut #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar law x you #law x reader #x reader #I believe in tan Law supremacy

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vervainandspritz · 26 days ago

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FIGURE YOU OUT

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Part one

Friday night rolled around faster than she anticipated. Stress of this whole... month. Year perhaps, made her feel like she carried the weight of the universe on her shoulders. Mere three days ago she became a free woman again. Free of arguments, bitter words and threats that her precious husband kept decorating her everyday life with for years.

He needs time, some of her aunts offered as advice when she'd turn up, face red and eyes puffy from crying. You can't leave him

So she tried, over and over to make Benjamin happy, even when her presence itself was clearly infuriating him.

So she listened, and listened until... She couldn't anymore. Pushed for a divorce, and fled from the potential repercussions that could come from 'humiliating him like that' like he liked to call it.

She was good, a strong woman. Turning up to work always on time, never late, her clothes never as much as crumpled. Always the most professional and reliable employee in the Shelby Company Ltd.

Nobody had the right to know about her struggles, about the private matters burdening her for years.

Well.

It was one of those Shelby parties, loud enough to drown your thoughts, hazy with smoke, and flooded with whiskey. But for Y/n, this one was different.

She wasn’t sitting stiffly by the corner like usual, pretending not to notice how John danced with Esme or how Arthur shouted stories over a piano tune. She wasn’t constantly checking the time, or thinking about her husband anymore. Worrying whether he would blow up at her for coming home late... despite the fact she let him know when she'd be home. It didn't matter.

Now ex-husband. Bastard.

This time she was smiling. Drinking. Laughing at something Esme said, head thrown back, hair loose for the first time in forever. She’d downed three shots already, and her cheeks were flushed with more than alcohol.

In the booth several feet away sat her employer, accompanied by his brothers and a couple men who already could be brothers as well. Conversations were flowing, seasoned in whiskey, smoke and lewd comments aimed at some women who kept trying to get their attention. With the amount of alcohol in Tommy's system, every other person would be on the edge of losing consciousness but not him.

His eyes flickered across the room, catching a glance of her sitting by the bar accompanied by Esme and another woman whom he had little to no interest in acknowledging at all. She looked different today, the tension in her shoulders gone. Her eyes were lighter because of alcohol and laughs she kept letting out at her friends' words he couldn't quite hear from over here.

He knew about everything. About her divorce, her drunk of an ex-husband and about every detail surrounding the situation.

John grabbed the bottle, generously pouring everyone another glass of whiskey, pulling his brother's attention away from the sight for a moment.

”We're celebrating Tom, get out of your head aye!” He chuckled, pushing the glass for him across the table, spilling some in the meantime. He was right, they had all the right to celebrate. With Sabini gone, better tomorrow was waiting, and everyone from Peaky Blinders knew it.

Toasting, Arthur rose from the chair, accompanied by cheers from others but Tommy's attention drifted once again, as he noticed Y/n's chair empty.

Scanning the room, he quickly calculated her options at the moment, before getting up and slowly lighting his cigarette. Making his way across the room towards the bar and about halfway through, he found her again.

And now she was drunk. Alive. Talking to a stranger at the bar who didn’t know a thing about her or proper etiquette with how close he was standing. Someone with shiny shoes and a slick accent.

Esme no longer in sight, Thomas came to a realisation that John disappeared too, so the equation was obvious.

Stranger's hand was low, lower than necessary on the small of her back. Fingertips grazing over the material, caressing her through it lightly. He leaned closer, whispering something into her ear before she let out another chuckle, shaking her head with amusement.

She was so drunk, Thomas thought, brows knitting barely as the smoke surrounded him a bit more with another exhale.

Her eyes were a little glassy, clearly from her state as her own hand found the man's biceps, wrapping her fingers around it. Tommy caught a glance at her hand, noticing the lack of a ring.

When the stranger's lips brushed against her neck slightly, Y/n sighed and Thomas Shelby didn't think. Stubbing out his cigarette he moved mindlessly, smoothly, on a mission to prevent a train wreck.

The man had his hand on the small of her back when they turned to leave, slowly closing the distance between them and the exit. She was giggling, almost slurring something.

He nodded along, grin on his lips as joy filled his veins. The vision of fucking her making his heart pound in excitement.

Less than a couple feet, a little more than two steps was all that separated them from the doorway when suddenly a firm body collided with a man whose name Y/n honestly didn't remember.

His eyes widened in surprise as he tried to side step, avoiding anymore contact but the man followed. Only then his head raised, meeting the eyes of the Devil from Small Heath.

Brows furrowing in confusion as Tommy's jaw ticked, glancing at Y/n's blissful expression for a moment before catching his gaze again.

”Your night came to an end. Safe travels”

The man hesitated, some stupid flicker of defiance in his eyes until Tommy’s stare hardened, his chin tilted ever so slightly, and that was it.

The stranger huffed with annoyance, then muttered something under his breath and walked off, the click of his shoes echoing into nothing.

Y/n blinked, swaying a little, looking between the disappearing man and Tommy.

“Hey…” she slurred, brows knitting. “Where’s my—?”

Tommy turned to her slowly, watching her face for a moment before speaking, his voice low, unreadable.

“Drink's still in your hand. You don’t need anything else tonight.”

She scoffed, stepping back, only to stumble slightly. He reached out on instinct steadying her by the waist, strong fingers curling against silk. Too warm. Too close.

His face remained tense and neutral, an expression he usually kept for business.

”'M not at work, Shelby” She snapped, grabbing his hand and trying to pull it away from her waist. ”Not... Not my boss right now” Y/n added, her eyes glistening with defiance at his ambushing behaviour.

He clenched his jaw, holding up the eye contact she held so defiantly. Letting go finally, he sighed with annoyance, eyes glancing back towards the booth where he saw John and Esme on his lap, taking the spot where Thomas sat before.

Great. Fucking great, he thought, before turning back to Y/n.

”Come with me,” His gaze hardened as he grabbed her wrist, dragging her across the room towards the backdoor.

”Why?” Y/n groaned, struggling to walk so quickly in the pace he set. ”Slow... down, Shelby” She mumbled out in a gasp.

He shoved the door shut behind them, the thud echoing through the quiet back room.

Y/n stumbled in, barely catching her balance as she spun to face him. Her lipstick was smudged, hair a little wild, eyes sharp despite the alcohol blurring everything else.

“What the fuck was that?” she snapped, breathless. “You stalking the floor now like some jealous headmistress?”

His eyes widened with surprise and.. a hint of amusement. The corner of his lips twitched, fighting the smirk and keeping his face neutral. He didn’t answer right away. Just straightened the cuffs of his sleeves, calm as ever. Cold.

”I don’t need one of my employees stumbling out of the Garrison half-drunk on some stranger’s arm,” he said flatly. “Not a good look. You know better than that, Y/n.” He stated, tilting his chin up, holding up her gaze.

She stared at him for a long moment. Then laughed.. loud, a little wild, like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“Oh, fuck off, Thomas.”

His jaw twitched at the name. He wasn’t used to hearing it from her, his first name instead of “Mr. Shelby”, not without that professional polish she’d worn like armor for years despite them being almost the exact same age.

He cleared his throat, letting out a dry chuckle.

”You're drunk, Y/n. Careful” He warned, almost playfully, seeing the anger in her eyes.

“Careful?” she echoed, her mouth twisting into a grin. “You gonna write me up, Shelby?” Her voice was a little higher than usual, clearly in a drunken state.

He didn’t answer. Just stared at her, unreadable.

She took a step closer, voice dropping into something mockingly soft. “You're awful. Now suddenly you care about what I do with my cunt?”

His jaw tensed.

“Oh, but right—right, it’s about your reputation,” she slurred, waving a hand between them. “Wouldn’t want the Garrison to get a bad name ‘cause I decided to finally get laid.”

He opened his mouth, but she didn’t let him speak.

“You didn’t like seeing me with him. Just say it.” She was inches away now, heat rolling off her, drunk and daring. “You couldn’t stand it.”

His face was tense, eyebrow cocked at her bold and unprofessional words.

“You’re saying things you’ll regret.” He responded in a low, gravelly tone.

“I don’t regret shit. You blew off my fuck tonight, Thomas.” Her voice was a little breathless, words tumbling now, fast and loose. “That man? He wanted me. He would’ve taken me home and wrecked me like I haven’t been in years. And you—”

She jabbed a finger into his chest.

“—you sent him away. And now here I am. Still drunk. Still desperate. Still—” her eyes dropped to his lips, “—unfucked, thanks to you.”

Her hand moved before she could stop it. Sliding up the front of his vest, bold and clumsy, fingers fumbling against the expensive fabric.

He caught her wrist instantly in a tight, unyielding grip. Y/n's breath hitched, and for the first time that night, she hesitated and her lips parted to say something.

“Shut up,” he said lowly in a whisper growled through clenched teeth, his grip tightening further, almost bruising. “Just.. shut up, Y/n” He growled, jaw tensing as his eyes darkened with anger.

Her brows lifted, shocked. Then scoffing, she tried to tug her hand free. “What, did I finally disgust you? That it?”

His eyes snapped to hers, gaze on fire and lips tight.

“You're drunk” he bit, barely holding himself together. ”I’m not touching you like this.”

“Oh,” she sneered, yanking harder, stumbling back a step when he let go. “Right. Of course. Wouldn’t want to break your.. precious professionalism, Shelby.” She ran a hand through her hair, biting down on the shake in her voice. “Don’t worry, boss. Won’t happen again.”

He stood there, leaning against a wall with his chest heaving with each deep breath. Frozen, fuming and hard as a fucking rock and absolutely burning inside.

Thomas said nothing. Did nothing as she stormed out. Head high, heels uneven, muttering curses under her breath as the door slammed behind her.

Tommy stayed still.

Only when he was alone did he let the tension break with a shaky exhale escaping his throat as he dragged a hand down his face.

Then down to his belt.

“Fucking hell…”

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