#Seriously. I already wanted to just curl into a ball and cry and now this

[lynlee494]

If you just so happen to follow my excuse for Clint/Bucky fanfic known as 'Not So Worthless'... I'm sorry. It has been brought to my attention by the person betaing it my grammer and tenses are shit to the point it is too much work. So I can't imagine the struggle it was for those reading it. I'm really sorry.

The story is planned out and meant to be about 20-25 chapters. I may tidy up my outline and at least give closure that way. Sucks though. This was my baby.

[sixosix]

requested by anon!! hope u enjoy, warning for profanity, fluff

As soon as Wanderer’s eyes laid upon the ball of fluff in your palms, he had said with a disdainful glare to “discard of that at once.”

But you aren’t having any of it. The little kitten curled up by your chest is looking up at you so adorably that you simply can’t discard it, no matter what your boyfriend might say. In fact, the shade of the cat reminds you of his eyes—but saying that would provoke him further, and you’re already on thin ice, letting the cute stray run around your shared home while he makes a face at each sight of its fur.

You coo as the kitten licks your nose when you hold him up to your face. “Do I name him after you? Can I name him after you? I’m naming him after you.”

His eyes narrow, glaring at the impossibly tiny space between you and the animal. “You are not naming it after me.”

“Kuni,” you negotiate. Not that he has a choice anyway because you already have your mind set on it. “Kuni, baby, are you hungry? Do you want some food?”

Your Kunikuzushi bristles, hackles rising. “Seriously? You’re doing this?”

The cat, as if beckoned by his voice, paws at him. “Meow,” the little kitten says softly. Wanderer, to the cat’s dismay, doesn’t respond; he simply rises from his seat and leaves.

So it’s established that you’ve long accepted that Wanderer is not fond of your new pet.

A crying shame because the cat adores him. You don’t know if there’s anything deep to his hatred for your new stray or if he’s just jealous that your undivided attention is no longer on him, but you took pity and decided to own the responsibility of taking care of it.

Which makes it a surprise to come home one day and see your boyfriend nestled against your bed with the kitten curled up on his chest, meowing as he smiles faintly and rubs its head with a finger.

“What? Don’t tell me you’re hungry again?” he murmurs. If you had been in another room, you wouldn't have heard it yourself. “Don’t get too greedy.”

Your breath hitches, too afraid to shatter this moment by bursting into the room. Then again, you should’ve realized that the cat has been sticking too long around him too often without something at play. Perhaps the reason why it’s so fond of your boyfriend is because of secret tender moments like this.

“Your owner will get mad at me if I overfeed you,” he says conspiratorially, rubbing his finger against the cat’s chin while it purrs and nuzzles its face further into his palm for more.

Your heart melts, a tiny noise escaping your lips at the sight of the ever-so-haughty Wanderer on the bed, all but cuddling with your pet.

Wanderer’s eyes snap the crack of the door, perfectly meeting yours as if he knew all along that you were there. “Not a word.”

You gasp, enough to startle Wanderer and make him jump but not enough to wake the sleeping kitten on his hat. Lambad’s Tavern is a little empty, with only an adult or two hanging around to drink their sorrows away or loosen up to their heart's content. And you and your boyfriend are tucked in the far corner, where no one would bother to peep.

“Kunikuzushi!” you cry out, hands hovering around his head in panic. “Kuni, careful, what if Kuni falls?”

Kunikuzushi the human(?)’s face twists in confusion. “You should have never named it that.”

“Kuni,” you hiss as his movements have caused the cat to stir, yet miraculously not wake. “Don’t let him fall, ‘kay? God, I can’t bring myself to even leave my seat.”

He sighs, long and heavy. “I’m not going to drop him. Have more faith in me, will you? I have a better sense of balance than any of you in this Tavern combined.”

“But what if he falls and you accidentally attack him by trying to save him?”

“I’m not gonna wind blade the fucking cat.”

You’re staring at the kitten, who is, unfortunately, looking all too much at home on Wanderer’s hat as if it’s more comfortable than his own bed at home. It’s even worse that Wanderer spoils the cat rotten and lets him sleep wherever he wants. Now, wherever he walks, he has a tiny animal asleep on the top of his head.

Wanderer huffs, squeezing your mouth with a hand to prevent you from arguing. “If you love the cat, you will get us food and avoid waking it up with your yapping, got it?”

“Aw,” you smile, “you don’t wanna wake him up?”

He scowls. “Are you going to let us starve?”

The sight of him and the kitten looks too adorable. You can’t resist from agreeing to whatever Kuni the human is ordering you to do. You rise from your seat, leaving but not forgetting to kiss the cat’s head and Wanderer’s cheek, who flushes brightly and grumbles but doesn’t complain.

[xxsabitoxx]

Steam Room

Megumi x Female Reader

Warnings: Megumi and reader are around 22-24 in this, public sex, submissive megumi, edging megumi, switch megumi, dominant reader, submissive reader, it’s a whirlwind okay. Blowjobs, handjobs, come eating, rough sex, restraining, humiliation, creampies, possibility of getting walked in on, sweat… yeah

A/N: third scheduled post! Again, you may have already seen this on my ao3 cause I posted it a few weeks back. Still, enjoy!

Word count: 3.5k

The room was thick with steam, your bodies sticky from the sweat clinging to them. “Shit…oh fuck please…” choked and embarrassed, Megumi’s face was flushed red from more than just the sauna. Your head was bobbing steadily along the length of his aching cock, violently twitching in the warm cavern of your mouth every time your tongue passed over the head. Despite the heat of the room, your mouth was somehow hotter.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

Megumi’s voice was slightly higher in pitch, whiny even, as your tongue slid along the underside of his cock. He was growing desperate at this point, you had led him to the brink of coming three times now, cruelly stopping just before he reached the end. You felt your lips twitching with the urge to smirk, unable to as your head continued to move up and down around him. “S-seriously don’t fucking sto-oh.” You pulled away again, wiping your mouth with a sadistic grin.

Megumi looked pissed, brows creased and lips wobbling as his cock twitched, precum weeping from his tip at yet another failed orgasm. “Stop fucking doing that.” He sounded like he was on the verge of tears. For a moment you actually felt pity, meeting his watery gaze through the steam of the sauna room. “You’ve been such a naughty boy, Megumi.” He looked down at you with a pout on his face, clearly confused and disgruntled. “You don’t even know what you did?”

“What I did–” Megumi rasped out, plump lips hanging open as he stared at you with furrowed brows. “Oh…” It came back to him then, fond memories of him doing the exact same thing to you no less than two days prior. “T-this is my payback for…” he gasped as your fist tightened around his shaft, tugging hard and slow. “Payback for tying me to our bed and edging me for two fucking hours.” Megumi hissed as you tugged particularly rough, pleasure shooting all the way up his spine as your pretty hand toyed with his already too sensitive cock.

“L-Listen I-I…oh fuck…oh…” His head fell back, skin glistening with sweat as his hips nearly jerked off the bench. You watched, fully enthralled by the sight of his throat bobbing and jaw clenching as he tried not to make a complete fool of himself. “Listen to what, Megumi?” again, just as quickly as you started, you stopped. Megumi’s tip was turning an angry shade of pink, irritated from the contant relief being tugged away from him when he least expected it.

“Fuck please… your mouth…” He was whining again, every ounce of respect he had for himself flying out the window at the sight of your swollen lips just inches from his aching cock. Those same lips curled into a cruel smirk, eyes trialing over the dips and plains of the muscles that made up Megumi. “It would be so awkward if someone walked in on us right now, don’t you think? A guy and a girl in the men’s sauna, completely naked, the guy whimpering pathetically while his girlfriend edges him over and over… really awkward, don’t you think Megumi?”

You reached down to cup his balls, mouth watering at the sight of the precum dripping steadily from his tip. You wanted him in your mouth, down your throat, crying and begging you to let him cum. But you loved to taunt him even more, not a single thing was tying Megumi down to the sauna’s bench… but your words had him glued into his space. “It would be so easy for you to take over, Megumi. Pull me up by my hair and throw me on the bench, fuck me stupid until you’ve got what you wanted and then leave me hanging… yet you sit here for me, obedient.”

He only whimpered, pretty lips wobbling as your other hand rested at the base of his shaft. His whole body was flushing a shade of pink at this point, more so from you than the sauna. “Do you want my mouth, Megumi?” you were going to give it to him either way, an absolute sucker even when you were cruel. “Yes… please I want your mouth so bad.” He needed to feel it, your wet tongue lathering his cock in the way that made his fucking toes curl. You knew just how to make him putty in your hands, how to fuck him stupid with out having to do anything at all.

“Then beg for it, better than that.” You smiled up at him, batting your lashes innocently while he squeezed his eyes shut. You would be the death of him, he was absolutely sure of it. “Please… fuck please let me come… mommy please.” It slipped out so naturally you wouldn’t have thought anything of it until Megumi himself froze. Your lips fell open, eyes locking with his as he seemed to turn the deepest shade of red possible. “Mommy, huh? Didn’t think you were into that kinda thing, Megumi…” Your hand had begun to massage the flesh of his balls again, your free hand coming up to wrap around the base of his shaft as you observed him.

“Does my baby boy want mommy to suck his cock?” You purred, eyes narrowing as you gauge his reaction. He twitched, nearly violently, as his lips quivered. “T-this is so embarrassing.” he whined, nodding his head to answer your question. You clicked your tongue “that’s not how mommy likes her answers, use your words like a big boy, Meg.” You tightened your grasp around his base, causing him to jerk forward from the sudden pressure. Hesitantly with a weak voice “Mommy please suck my cock… I want to cum so bad… Mommy please…”

Shiny tears were pricking his eyes, threatening to slide down his reddened cheeks. That was enough for you, your head moving forward and dropping down to encompass him. Megumi’s head fell back, a loud guttural moan leaving his lips as you swallowed around him. Your tongue slid along the underside of his cock, tracing the veins that ran along it as you bobbed your head. You wouldn’t torture him any further, allowing him to cum when he was ready. Based on the way he was gripping the edge of the sauna’s bench, he would fall apart within seconds.

“Gonna… oh fuck m’gonna… mommy please…” he babbled, nearly incoherent as you focused your attention on his leaking tip. His salty precum coated your tongue, increasing in volume with every pass of your fist over his spit-covered shaft. Finally, his hand found its way to your head, gripping your hair so harshly you couldn’t help but whine around him. “Gonna… oh shit… fuck…” a string of profanities left his lips, your name falling in between each one as he came in your mouth. You worked Megumi through it, greedily swallowing his release until you felt him relax.

You pulled off of him as he began to soften, moving to stand and stretch your aching legs. “Who would have thought that Megumi Fushiguro has a mommy kink.” You grinned down at his tired face, voice slightly hoarse from everything you just did. It took you a second too long to process the tired expression morph into annoyance. Even after blowing his load, even though you had his legs feeling like jelly, Megumi managed to move faster than you could think at that moment. “H-hey!” You squeaked, flinching as your back met the hard wooden bench of the sauna.

“You’re so fucking dead, pulling that shit out of me.” Megumi was seething with embarrassment, unable to handle the fact that he had called you mommy willingly. “Oh come off it, Meg. You loved every second of it.” You could feel him twitching back to life, settling his body weight on top of your own. “Doesn’t fucking matter, it’s still embarrassing” His cheeks were permanently stuck on a shade of rosy pink, his hands finding your wrists and pinning them above your head. “You gotta learn some manners, it’s not nice to put people in that kind of vulnerable position.”

Megumi’s voice had dropped into something more sultry, leaving you to feel helpless as he slotted his hips against yours. “Gonna have to fuck some sense into you, mommy.” It was full of sarcasm but you couldn’t deny the way it made your cunt clench around nothing. “Do it, fuck some manners into me, Megumi…” You were panting, the heat of the sauna paired with Megumi’s weight on top of you made you realize how sticky your skin felt. Megumi’s cock was hard again, leaking precum and twitching with need to be inside of you.

“So filthy, you’d probably love it if someone walked in on us right now. Wouldn’t you, mommy?” You nodded, lips parted as you panted. “Yes… fuck yes I would… it would be so humiliating… we’d get kicked out for sure…” you whined, hips jutting upwards to grind against him. That realization had Megumi hesitating a little less, the urge to tease you now replaced with the worry of getting caught. Not that it would be the first time you two had been walked in on… but getting caught in the sauna room would mean removal… he couldn’t bear the thought.

Megumi’s brows furrowed, head moving to look down at your sweaty bodies. “Be good and keep quiet, Mommy. We really don’t want to get kicked out before I can fuck some sense into you.” Your lips trembled before pressing tightly together, nodding obediently as Megumi reached down to guide his tip between your folds. He dragged it slowly, still sticky from his cum and your saliva… and now your own arousal. “Relax.” Was all Megumi said before pushing into you, shivering despite the heat because of the way you inhaled so sharply. The grip he had on your wrists with just one hand kept you from jerking too far from him.

You were soaked, but Megumi was far too big to go in with no prep. You couldn’t help the whine that left you, your ankles locking behind the small of his back to keep him in place despite the ache spreading all the way down to your thighs. He was heavy, splitting you open inch by inch as he engulfed himself in your heat. “M-megumi…” Your hips shifted, trying to alleviate some of the pressure but it only caused him to brush that one particular spot. You swore you saw stars for a moment, a loud cry leaving your lips only to be silenced by Megumi’s free hand slapping over your mouth. “What did I say about being quiet, hmm?”

You didn’t respond, not even a muffled attempt behind his palm. Megumi didn’t move his hand away, glaring down at you “You love to think you can put me in my place, don’t you?” Megumi bottomed out as he spoke, the bulbous head of his cock pressing snuggly to your cervix just because he knew how much it made you squirm. “You’re so cute when you’re naive.” He added softly, carefully moving his hand away from your mouth so he could find better grounding. “This is your last warning, make any noise above a whisper and I’m pulling out.” You nodded, jaw clenched as you tried to remain quiet. You knew Megumi never made empty promises.

Megumi’s head fell forward, catching you off guard as he smashed his lips to yours. Your lips parted shakily, allowing his tongue entrance as the hand he had been using to cover your mouth snaked down to hold your thigh. Megumi’s hips drew back until he was half way out of you, pushing forward again with the same haphazard intent. His only goal was to fuck you until your hips were brusied and he’d likely need to help you walk out of this sauna. You moaned into his mouth, fingers twitching for something to grasp but his grip on your wrists was as strong as iron, you couldn’t move if you wanted to. Every pass of his cock through your velvety walls had you seeing stars, each graze of that one particular spot had your hips jerking into him.

Megumi pulled away, eyes lidded as saliva kept your tongues connected. He was panting, face still stuck in that permanent flush as his hips connected with yours over and over. Sweat was making his skin shine, his usually unruly hair was starting to flatten from the humidity in the room. You had to admit, he never looked more beautiful than he did at that very moment. “Y-You’re so pretty… Megumi!” Your head tilted back, a silent cry leaving your lips as your orgasm brewed deep in your gut. Even with your clit neglected, you swore Megumi would make you cum untouched in that sense. “You’re…fuck you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?”

You nodded, panting heavily but managing to keep yourself quiet for him. “I can feel it… your cunt is clenching so–ha–so fucking tight… so greedy.” Megumi’s jaw was clenching, trying to silence his own noises as if you hadn’t had him on the verge of tears only a few minutes prior. Megumi’s head dipped lower again, lips pressing to your ear as he spoke “Gonna cum without me playing with your clit?” it was nearly a growl, making you whine breathlessly as you uttered out a small “yes.” Megumi huffed out a laugh, rolling his hips into you slowly. He wouldn’t be that cruel to you, especially knowing how hard you came every time he toyed with your cunt.

The deliberate roll of his hips pressed his pubic bone snuggling to your cunt, rubbing along your clit with each draw back and forth. “O-oh shit… Megumi…. Megumi please…” You wailed softly, voice hoarse and full of need as you strained to keep your cries on the quieter side. “Please what? What does mommy need so badly?” He was hitting deep, kissing your cervix before grinding his hips hard. “To cum… I need to cum, Megumi. Please… oh fuck please let me…” You begged, vision blurring as tears welled in your eyes. It felt like pressure, the kind that made your toes curl but kept your orgasm just out of your reach. Your cunt was aching, pulsing around every inch of his cock that was stuffed inside of you.

“Yeah? You wanna cum? Earn it.” You froze, gasping loudly as Megumi halted all movements. The tingling pressure of your impending orgasm was fizzling away into nothing. Still, you had never felt as full as you did right now. “E-earn it?” you questioned, unintentionally pulling against the restraint that was Megumi’s grasp on your wrists. “Earn it, apologize for humiliating me.” He wasn’t letting it go, that realization made your cunt clench tightly, suctioning to him and pulling a wanton moan from his lips. “M-megumi.” You didn’t want to apologize, your pride wouldn’t allow it. But still… if you wanted to cum. “Say it, Mommy. Apologize for edging me… for making me call you mommy…” Your nose scrunched, “I didn’t make you… you said it your–oh!”

Megumi pushed into you more, not going anywhere since there was nowhere to go but it only made the pressure more intense. “I don’t give a fuck. Apologize or you’re getting nothing.” But even then, you knew Megumi wouldn't be able to pull out and leave you hanging. Still, you were getting impatient, and likely dehydrated with all the sweating you were both doing. The physical activity didn’t help of course. “F-fine… fuck I’m sorry Megumi… I didn’t mean to suck you off so good that you had to call me mommy.” Your tone was full of sarcasm, a devious grin pulling at your lips as Megumi’s cold stare turned into one of shock. “Un-fucking-real.”

You yelped loudly as Megumi drew his hips back completely, leaving you empty as he pushed himself up and off of your body. “Megumi–” you squeaked, thinking you had actually offended him until he was yanking you up with him. “Looks like I forgot my reason for doing this in the first place…” You could only let out a noise of confusion as Megumi’s hands were on your wrists again, pulling them behind your back as he spun you around. You yelped as he pushed you forward, thanks to the sauna set up your knees were digging into the bench you had been sitting on while the top half of you was pressed to the platform of the next.

“You’ve got to watch that filthy mouth of yours.” A hard slap rang through the small space, accompanied by your quiet cry and pain blooming on your ass cheek. Megumi didn’t hesitate, thrusting back into you so quickly it nearly hurt. With your arms restrained, you could do nothing to aid yourself in this new position, having to let Megumi have his way. “Apologize.” Megumi barked, hip snapping into you at a brutal pace, you couldn’t even think straight anymore. Your brain felt like it was melting into mush as Megumi brutally fucked into you. “I’m not hearing–fuck– an apology…” you whimpered in response, trying to pull yourself together to say something–anything– that would satisfy Megumi’s wishes.

“C’mon you can’t be that far gone… or maybe I’m really just that good and fucking you stupid.” he spat, aching to slap your ass again as it jiggled with each snap of his hips. “M-megumi!” you blubbered, tears leaking down your face as every snap of his hips hit that one particular spot. You were going to pass out at this rate, a mix of the steam, your activity, and now your tears were going to do you in before you could even finish. “I’m s-sorry, Megumi.” you wailed, fat globs of tears soiling your pretty face as your cunt sputtered around his cock. “I’m so sorry f-for embarrassing–” you hiccuped, sniffling harshly as you tried to continue.

But that was more than enough for Megumi, his hand sneaking around your front and dipping between your thighs to start rubbing circles on your clit. “Shh… that’s it…” he murmured as you dissolved into tears, he leaned forward to place kisses along your sweat spine as he worked on bringing you over the edge. As much as Megumi liked to be cruel to you, the tears always did him in. He was a sucker for you, especially when you cried too prettily for him. “Gonna make you cum, pretty girl.” he sighed, hips working overtime as he tried to stave off his second orgasm “Your apology is accepted, baby. You’re doing so good.” he praised as you hiccuped.

You whispered his name over and over, his fingers working wonders on your clit as your orgasm quickly built again. “Cum for me, pretty girl. Ruin me.” his voice was low, full of need, making you clench as your orgasm grew nearer. You’d cum any second now, making a mess of yourself, Megumi, and the poor sauna bench below you. It only took a few more snaps of his hips and you were coming hard. A strangled cry of his name left your lips, just loud enough to make Megumi work faster in fear of someone coming to check on the two of you. “Shit… fuck…” more profanties left Megumi’s lips as your cunt covered him in your release, creating a ring around the base of his dick and sending him over the edge. Megumi spilled into you, whining your name just as loud.

Megumi let go of your wrists once he could breathe again, pulling out of you slowly and huffing out a laugh when only a little bit of his cum leaked out. “You okay?” he sat down, carefully grabbing your waist and pulling you down to his level. Sleepily you nodded, pressing your head to his sweaty shoulder. “Thirsty… we gotta get out of here.” You motioned to the towels you had come in wearing, feeling rather than hearing Megumi laugh in response. “I don’t think we raised any suspicions… but they’ll certainly be worried about how long we’ve been in here.” You nodded, trying to will yourself into a sitting position so you could get yourself covered and out of the damned sauna. All you wanted now was water, a bath, and your shared bed.

“C’mon, Meg. Mommy is tired.” You smirked at him as you straightened, watching his shoulders sag as he looked at you. “Was that apology fake?” He chided, getting up to grab his towel as well. “Course it wasn’t… you’re just fun to tease… Daddy.” you glanced over your shoulder at him, mischief glittering in your tired eyes. For the first time that night, Megumi kind of understood why the whole “mommy” thing was appealing to you. “You’re too much.” he sighed, returning your smile as he wrapped the towel around his waist. “You know you love it.” You offered in return, securing the towel in place as you turned to face him. “Yeah… I do.”

[virgincels]

JINGLE BALLS !

ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. p in v, daddy-daughter incest, leon is creepy ngl, dub-con at first then consensual, daddy issues, you get compared to your mom lots, creampie, daddy kink

note. HAII sorry for this being late omg :3 umm this is weird and jolty and the plot im not totally happy with but :333 ignore typos or I will cry!! feedback and reblogs always so appreciated :3

tumblr removes fics that use tw non-con, tw incest and any nsfw tags in general. for this reason, as i’d like my fic to appear in the tags so i can have the same reach as other authors, please understand that these fics contain dark content under the cut. reading this comes at your own risk.

“Pumpkin!” Your dad’s embrace is stiff per usual. This guy - he seriously needs a lesson in intimacy. Can’t go hugging your daughter the same way you do a girlfriend. Dads shouldn’t put their hands below your midriff. They certainly shouldn’t grip your hips and pull you close with such fervour, now you’re tit to tit with the man who gifted you your pornstar rack. And it’s a bit awkward to say the very least.

“Hi, dad.” He backs off, skittish when he hears your tone of voice. Flat and clipped.

“Sweetpea, I’m so glad you’re here,” Leon starts, he’s laying it on super thick, “We’re gonna have a lot of fun.” Oh, you’re exhausted already.

“Mhm.” You nod in disinterest as you toe off your shoes, place them beside his mud-caked boots. Leon is your dad. Your dad is just a guy to you. One that’s around never, you see him seldom and from afar. He’s not exactly awful, but he’s nothing great. A little touchy if anything, and enthusiastic in a way that comes across as disingenuous.

The only thing you really know about Leon is that he’s your dad, he works with the government, and he’s still hung up on your mom. You can tell from a mile away. Looks at her like she crafted the earth itself, mapped out the stars, plucked them from the sky to make him a new moon. Totally whipped for a woman who forgets he exists until major holidays roll around. And you get it honestly, your mom is pretty, fun, and she’s all you’ve got. So you might take after dad in that sense.

You’ve seen the kinda women he brings home. That time you caught him mid disgusting, nasty, abhorrent sex act that you’ve only seen in porn. Had this poor girl’s head tilted so far back, blonde curls like liquid gold running along her back, brushing the swell of her ass, his arm wrapped around her neck - like, was he trying to fucking kill her? Well, she liked it clearly. That’s beside the point, when you saw her face the following morning, her sheepish smile and the slant of her eyes - you got it. Mom. She looked like mom. You overheard him telling her she was too young for him, a college girl, his daughter’s age - only after he came down her throat though. What a creep.

Then there was his girlfriend from a few years back, this chick who popped her gum too loud, bossed him around and got him to pay for a new set of acrylics weekly. It was uncanny the resemblance between her and mom. What next? You? Is it your turn to be pursued by Leon, by dad? The only thing you’ve got from him is tits, busty like your daddy, pretty like your mommy. And he fucking knows it. You know he does.

Leon places a hand on your lower back. Like, way lower back, the spot a boyfriend would touch when he wants to initiate a quickie. You shiver, glance at him through your peripheral as he guides you to the lounge, the wooden floor is so cold you feel it through the fabric of your winter socks. This dude is loaded and he can’t even get heated floors installed? Not even for lil ol’ you? His daughter? The one that resembles his one true love?

There’s a red box that contains a gingerbread house sitting on the coffee table, you groan inwardly. Here we go with the bonding activities, it’s so forced it makes your skin crawl. His Christmas tree is, well, it’s a tree alright, crudely and hastily decorated with a sparse amount of baubles and god-awful paper crafts you gave to him as a toddler. Aw, the sentiment is there though, kinda cute. You’ll cut dad some slack.

By the time midnight rolls around, you realise cutting dad even the slightest bit of slack was a mistake. “Take that off.” You jab a finger into his stomach, met with sinewy, toughened flesh. Woah, dad’s still got it going on. “It’s ugly, and I’m not twelve, dad.”

“Moving fast.” Leon - your dad, biological, held you as a baby, rocked you to sleep at night - wiggles his eyebrows at you. All while dressed in a Santa suit by the way, ‘cause that is one very important piece of information. He looks fucking ridiculous. It’s the same one he used to pull out when you were a kid, back when you actually gave a shit about him, what he thought about you, whether he even wanted you. ‘Cause if your daddy wanted you, why was he away so often? Told mom to jingle his balls once, an unsavoury recurring memory that you’d like to forget.

“Oh, dad, that’s actually really concerning, like, I’m not gonna lie.” You frown at him so hard the wrinkles that form on your forehead become permanent. “Don’t say that to me.”

“I was messing around.” He defends, “Christ, what is up with you today? Got a stick up your ass or somethin’? Y’know, in my day, kids used to be able to take jokes.” Now he’s pouting like a toddler in a sour mood.

“That was not a joke, dad!” You don’t mean to raise your voice, but it happens and within seconds he’s sat on the couch dejected. This fucking dude. Ugh. He’s pathetic. How did he manage to bag a hottie like your mom?

“I just want you to love me, sweetheart.” Here we go again. Leon sighs hopelessly as he slumps back into the cushions, and you can’t take him seriously when he’s wearing a fucking Santa hat.

“I do love you, dad.” And you do. Honest. Really. Like, pinky promise. You love him out of obligation - he’s your dad, and you’re meant to love your dad. Doesn’t mean you like him though. In your very objective-totally-not-biased view, your dad is just a bit unlikeable. A bit of a strange one.

“Yeah?” He lightens up, “You love me?” God, it’s like he gets off on it. Oh, you’re just being mean now. You scoot closer to him, lean in for an awkward side hug.

“I do, dad. I love you.” You don’t have the courage to look at him. Leon’s arm snakes around your waist, and you know what’s coming. How much do you love me?

“How much do you love me?” Called it. Up until now it’s been a harmless question, but when you face him, gaze flitting from his eyes to his nose to his lips, the general wear and tear of his aged face - it’s different. This time you won’t be able to get away with the regular bout of flattery, wax poetry about how much you love him, how you wouldn’t want anyone else but him to be your daddy. When in reality, you’d swap out Leon for any poor sod. They wouldn’t leave you hanging so damn often.

“A lot, dad.” You turn your head to roll your eyes, getting it out of your system proves worthy, now you can plaster your mommy’s smile onto your face, the one he loves so much. “So much, you know that, don’t you?”

“Just don’t seem like it, pumpkin.” Leon gives you a sideways glance, “I’m trying… I wanna make it up to you, y’know? For how much I was away.”

“Dad, you don’t have to do that. I’m over it.” You’re not. But, you’re good at pretending you are. “I don’t need you to make it up to me.” You do. Oh, you so do. You need it to a devastating degree. “Like, I’m not a kid, I don’t want Santa, and I don’t wanna make fuckin’ gingerbread houses, or watch Home Alone-“

“What, so you’re a big girl now?” He tilts his head to the side, there’s an edge to his voice that’s hard to decipher. Don’t know if it’s good or bad.

“Well, I’m not little anymore, dad.” You gasp when he tries to take a subtle glimpse down your shirt.

“I can see that.” Leon pokes his tongue into the corner of his cheek.

“Yeah, and I saw that!” When you go to stand, his grip becomes almost crushing, wanting to hold you in place so badly. For a moment it’s scary, only for a moment, this is just dad. Just Leon. He’s harmless. As lame as he is, your dad wouldn’t hurt you.

“I didn’t do nothing, baby, c’mere, don’t be like that.” Dad pets your head, and it reminds you of your childhood bedroom. “I’m sorry, alright? I never spent Christmas with just you, and I wanted to make it good for you.”

“I know, dad, and I appreciate it, just don’t need you to get all weird about it. Like, we can just— we can just be normal about it. Don’t have to do all this shit, I just want us to be normal.” Normal, huh? Neither of you can do normal, and you’re fully aware of that. ‘Cause your dad is a freak, and you can’t exactly drain Kennedy blood all that easy. You’ll be your father’s daughter even when he’s dead. “Like, I really, I really can’t deal with this whole Santa thing, did you really expect me to like it? I’m not a baby.”

“I just thought it’d be cute.” Cute? What is cute about a grown man in a Santa costume that’s covered in a thin layer of dust, dug out from the boxes he still hasn’t managed to open ten years after the divorce? “Listen, baby, I’m sorry, alright? I’m real sorry, look at me,” Leon cups your cheek, stares into your eyes with his gentle ones, “Dad’s sorry, yeah? I’m just stupid sometimes.”

“You are,” you nod, “but, I’m sorry too.” No, you’re not. Just saying it so he doesn’t drag this on, so he doesn’t call up your mom and tell her you’re not having a good time. Then your mom will be down your throat, your dad’s missed you, and you missed him too, you should be nicer to him, he tries his best, darling! “You, like, went through all that effort, and I didn’t even say thank you, I just got mad at you— so I’m sorry, dad.”

“Oh, baby,” he coos, shifts so he can bring you into his chest, cheek squished against one of his fat tits, god, why’re they so big, you swear it’s bigger than both of yours combined. “It’s alright, I know you’re growing up, and I’m sorry for treating you like a baby, it’s just, it’s hard ‘cause you’re my little girl, y’know?” Not true. You’ve always been a mommy’s girl. Dad is an acquaintance.

“Yes, I know, dad.” You blink at him, he melts, traces your cheekbone with his thumb. Thank god he took that dumbass hat off, you couldn’t take him seriously.

“Gosh, baby, you look just like your mama.”

“I know, dad.”

“Crazy, ain’t it?” Leon kisses your forehead, “Only got these from me, and nothin’ else, huh?” Dad gropes your tits. The man that put a baby in your mother, that baby being you, obviously, the man whose name is on your birth certificate— the man who has given you his name, is groping your tits. “Certainly not from mommy are they?”

You shake your head. In agreement though. ‘Cause you can’t deny it, your mom’s as flat as a board. It feels weird, yes. But not bad. Maybe you’ve detached Leon from the title of ‘dad’ to the point where it doesn’t even matter anymore. It’s wrong, so you go to stop him, but he’s unyielding in his perversion.

“You look like your mommy down here, baby?” Dad asks, he cups your pussy through your jeans with his big hand. “Can daddy see?”

You shake your head again. Slowly. This time a flimsy no, one that teeters on the boundaries of a yes. You do owe him, you’ve been acting like a bitch ever since you arrived in D.C. Making a right fuss the moment you stepped through the door. Poor guy put the rather intricate gingerbread house all together by himself, he’s dressed as fucking Santa, all ‘cause he thought you’d like it. How bad can it be? Not like fucking your dad could land the two of you in jail, right? Well, it could, but that’s not the point.

“No? C’mon, sweet girl, dad just wants to see,” Leon’s plump bottom lip juts out, you kinda sit there for a minute, then lay back on the couch. What have you got to lose? You have no emotional attachment to this man. You do. It’s not weird at all. God, it’s so weird you want to claw your skin off. “That’s a good girl.” He butters you up while he unbuttons your jeans, taps your hips so you lift ‘em up and off they pop, jeans thrown to the ground. “Oh, look at her, baby, how sweet, just like mama,” Leon rests your left leg on his shoulder, holds the ankle of your right one to spread you open. “You think she likes it like mommy did?”

“How did… How did mom like it, dad— daddy?” You correct yourself, feel this horrible churning in your stomach. Both nausea and need flooding your shaky body.

Leon presses his wide nose to the bump of your clit through your tight panties, there’s a wet patch that seems to get bigger and bigger the more he sniffs around down there. He lifts his head, rests it on your thigh as he slides them to the side, sticky, gooey arousal stringing apart, sticking to the seat of your undies like PVA glue when he separates the fabric from your soaked centre. “She liked it real sloppy, baby.” With that, he spits on your drippy cunt, runs his finger through your folds, pinches your clit. “Daddy’s gonna give it to you just how mom liked it, alright?”

“Okay, dad,” you tell him breathlessly, hands clasped together as you try to calm your nerves. The warmth of his breath on your puffy clit is enough to make you shiver, he spreads you open with his index and middle fingers, the tip of his tongue traces along the centrefold of your cunt. Then Leon grows agitated by the way your panties insist on snapping back in place, so he has a little wrestle with them and your limp legs, once they’re off he tucks them into his pocket for safekeeping. Santa’s back pocket.

Sweetly, he kisses your clit, sucks on it like he’s getting to the centre of your cunt, blows a raspberry on it - you’re so wet it’s pooling beneath your ass. Leon spreads your cheeks to lick into your cunt, press his nose into it real nice ‘n deep, smacks his lips against your fat pussy, stubble smeared with your slick. Leaking all over your dad’s pretty face, letting your dad tug your clit between his teeth and fuck his tongue into your tight hole. “Should stop shaving.” Is all dad says once you cream on his face, “Your mama didn’t.” Okay, didn’t need to know that, but here you are, dad’s fat cock hard and heavy against your thigh. So you guess fucking him comes at that expense - finding out all sorts of details about their wild sex life. To be honest, you pegged Leon as the kinda guy who knows what missionary is and missionary only, not that you ever thought about that before. He unbuckles his belt, unthreads the prongs from the holes one by one, and drops his red Santa pants. Good riddance.

“Dad,” you whimper when he sits you up, handles you like a dolly. The tight-fitted Santa coat stretches around his biceps when he scoops you up, puts you on his lap, gosh, you’ve never really noticed those. Maybe that’s what your mom saw in him. Big blue eyes and big tits and big fucking arms. This Santa attire is really fucking you up, it’s hard to take him seriously.

“Your mommy’s real good at riding cock, y’know that, pumpkin?” Leon squeezes your ass, you feel him. All of him. His clothed cock grinding upwards into your bare cunt, a toothy grin stretching his lips as he watches the way your lips squish together. Yeah, fat pussy, so what. Get over it, creep. “Best I ever had she was, best fuckin’ pussy,” he licks up the sweat dripping down your collarbones, “but you’re made for me, ain’t you, baby?”

“Yes, dad.” You don’t know what else to say, breath stuttering when he sits you down on his cock. Thick and fairly long in all the ways a dick should be, you suppose. Look at that, giving a review of your dad’s cock. How far you have come. Fucking degenerate cock critic. It sure does feel good, his tip nestled snug against your cervix, pulsing within the silky walls of your tight cunt. Feel every vein, how his tip leaks pre endlessly, how it twitches when you clench around him.

“Baby, you’re such a big girl now,” Dad kisses you smack-bang in the middle. On your pouty lips. The ones that remind him of your mom, same lips that sucked his cock in the marriage bed, same eyes rolling back into your skull when he begins to rock his hips into you. “Takin’ daddy’s cock so well, aren’t you? Better than mommy.” Almost, he wants to add. You know he does. He’s so predictable.

There are no words in your brain, only able to let out shaky breaths and the occasional yelp as he takes you, grabs your hips and bounces you up and down on his cock. “Fuck, wait, let me— let me-“ he doesn’t finish his sentence, instead he’s sliding you off and bending you over the couch. “Better like this.” That’s ’cause you look like mom from behind. Same hair, same hips, same perky ass. Leon fucks you harder, his strokes deeper, knocking his cock into your poor cervix with his brutal thrusts. Your nails scratch at the cracked leather of his couch, unable to help the way you moan for him, it’s so embarrassing, even more so when your hips begin to move on their own, fucking yourself back on dad’s dick.

Each thrust is harder than the last, god, is he trying to go through you? Put you in A&E ‘cause his cock got tangled in your intensities? “Is this… Is this how mom likes it, dad?” You manage to get out through a stifled groan, he digs his teeth into your neck, licks a stripe over the tender skin then tugs at your hoop earring with his teeth.

“Your mom likes it even harder, baby,” Leon snickers, “your mama is a dirty bitch.” You gasp, tighten around him involuntarily, your pussy behaves in mysterious ways. “She liked it when I did this,” his hand comes down on your ass hard, you squeal, almost lose footing and fall face-first into the couch cushions. “And when I pulled her hair, and slapped her tits, and spit down her fuckin’ throat.” Your mom is one nasty bitch, good on her. Personally, you’re new to it all. “You want that?”

“I don’t know, dad.” You say helplessly, thighs trembling when he reaches round with his nimble fingers to rub neat circles into your bud, so you come undone around his cock. Coat the shaft in cream, drip slick down his balls. You muffle your moans into a pillow, painted toes curling against the wooden floor, suddenly thankful for his lack of underfloor heating - ‘cause you’re sweating like a pig.

Your body trembles with aftershocks as he continues to fuck you through it, helps his little girl out by kissing the wet nape of her neck, a big hand on her waist to steady her. Sweat prickles your skin, jolting as he gives one last sloppy push into you, hips jerking as he unloads all he’s got to give and you milk him just right. ‘Cause you know, you’re his kid, made for him. That’s why he fits like a glove. Born to get your cunt bred by dad. You think he says your mom’s name into your hair, but you don’t question it, slumping over in exhaustion.

“Dad, can you just do me a favour and take that off, please? I’m really tired and it’s pissing me off.” You curl up on the sofa, uncaring of the seed that drips out and trickles down your plush thighs.. Leather’s easy to clean.

“Why? I like it. Don’t you think it’s cute, sweetpea?” Normalcy or what the two of you consider normal returns.

“No, take it off, or I’m taking the next flight home.”

“Alright, pumpkin.”

[aizawabuttdandruff]

|||| —she’s kinda messy?— ||||

MDNI(seriously you little slobs)

NSFW

Warning: mating press, praise/degradation, sloppy ass kissing just filthy, balls hitting the ass cheeks mhm mhm check, breeding? Come on now, why wouldn’t I~? Last but not least marking (two types)

When he’s beating down your cervix and pinning your knees by your ears all while the sound of balls hitting your ass repeatedly echos into the walls and bounce right back into yours all the way down to your throbbing clit, which was being tortured by his skillful thumb that keeps rubbing gooey delicious circles into it. Sending shockwaves after shockwaves into your pretty little dumb head. He loves when you get like this! Hair messy, body sweating, drooling and babbling from the mouth about how good it feels and how you simply just “can’t take it- feel s’good, s’deep.” And oh he can’t forget his favorite phrase “feel i’all in m’-tummy.” You’re just so damn cute when your beg and babble at him for stop and keep going, you don’t even know what the hell you want anymore and you don’t even know what to grab anymore because your grabbing at the sheets, his back, his thighs, shit you even take a chunk outta that ass he got back there twerking behind him in the mirror of your slide door closet. You can’t even giggle because you find it so hot how it clenches with each thrust he makes inside you. And oh when you cum? He’s not gonna stop. He can’t help it. It takes him longer to cum so he’ll talk you through it

“That’s it baby, j- fuck, just breathe. We wouldn’t want you to ruin this perfect orgasm now would we? You’ll be my perfect little slut right? All mine right?”

He’s such a cocky little big asshole, and he knows it but does he care? Of course not, why would he? Not when your cunt is practically gripping and sucking him int like a vice that he can’t pull out from even if he want to. He’s licking and sucking down your neck, leaving little marks down your neck and to your collarbones and nips at it playfully just to hear you let out a little meek mewl of surprise, he could only chuckle as his tip continued to bump and kiss the back your walls. Your left scratches all over his back and arms from the overstimulation you’re experiencing at the moment. But you could only nod at his words and cry out in agonizing pleasure. Suddenly his hips started to get sloppy and you were approaching another orgasm already, he could feel it and you definitely can feel him throbbing as you clench around him, with a silent cry with your back arching off the bed and your toes curling you were soon creaming all around his fat cock, leaving a nice creamy white ring around his thick base and his trimmed pubes. Oh he was in heaven. That’s what he wanted to see. And that’s all it takes for him to push himself as deep as he could inside you pinning your body down as he pumps his cum deep inside of you, making you gasp and the gooey warmth soothed your sore cervix. But he wasn’t done, nope farm from it. Hr quickly pulled out and stood over you as he cums all over your face and chest like some asshole, but you’re his after all, you said it!

[ritzyu]

𝙰 𝚁𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝙳𝚊𝚢.

💮 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚋𝚎𝚘𝚖𝚐𝚢𝚞 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

💮 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝

💮 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜; MDI!! soft!dom Beomgyu, suggestive content, teasing, fingering, cussing, cunnilingus (if I forget anything please do tell me<3 thanks!)

💮 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛(𝚜); 

the header and divider(s) in this post were made by me, so please don’t come at me for "not giving credit"<3

this does not represent txt’s member, Choi Beomgyu, in any way!! Anything that this post contains are pure fiction! please don’t take anything too seriously<3

💮 𝚊/𝚗: hey baby, are you having a tough day like me and just need someone like Gyu to magically pop up at your doorstep and take care of you? Well baby, here you go<3 btw, smut starts and ends when you see these; !NSFW AHEAD! (and ꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦) That’s all, I hope you’re doin’ alright, ily baby, thank you and enjoy! mwah<3

You were on your way home, your head fuming due to too much anger that you were holding in. You were gripping so hard on your car’s steering wheel, you were sure as hell that there would be scratches and nail indents visible on it later on, but that you couldn’t help it.

Once you stopped at a red light, you took a second to close your eyes and take a deep breath, an attempt to calm your nerves. “Alright,” you sigh, feeling yourself cool down slowly. “I’m ca-” the sounds of loud horns honking right behind you made you take back what you were supposed to say.

People were yelling that you were taking a long time to drive away, not noticing that the light had turned green sooner than you had estimated. You could’ve sworn you popped a nerve but you also felt so embarrassed to even pick a fight when it was your fault that you kept the people waiting. So, without a word you immediately stepped on the gas and drove as fast as you can to your apartment. Wanting to just bury your face in your pillow and cry your stress out.

You hurriedly open the door and slam it shut, loudly. Beomgyu, your boyfriend, whom was playing on his ps5 on the living room couch, waiting for your arrival, was shocked.

He stared at you with a confused look as you angrily stomped your way to your shared bedroom, closing the door the same way you did with the first. You didn’t even bother saying ‘hi’ to the boy, let alone look at him.

Your face was all red, eyes filled with tears that threatened to fall any second, hands formed into a fist. He had never seen you this upset before. He wondered; what could get you this worked up?

He figured he shouldn’t immediately barge in the room right now and ask you what’s wrong. He wanted to give you space so that you could let cool yourself down for a moment. In the meantime, he arranged a few things that he thinks could at least help you a little bit to release steam.

Twenty-five minutes passed and he finally knocks on the bedroom’s door. Softly calling out your name before waiting a second or two to open the door and let himself in.

You were already knocked out on the bed, laid to the side, almost curled into a ball while you hugged the stuffed animal Gyu got you as a random gift. He carefully closed the door and silently tip-toed to your corner of the bed, bending over to take a good look at your face, the lamp on the night stand providing more than enough light as aid.

Moving a few stray strands of hair from you face, Gyu noticed that your cheeks still had evidence that you cried yourself to sleep. He scanned your body for a second and noticed that you also didn’t bother to change your uniform. The scene of you just plopping onto the bed furiously and cried yourself to sleep that second played in Gyu’s mind for a mere second.

He sighed and went out of the room for a second. Coming back in, he brought a little bowl with lukewarm water and a small white towel that were hanging from the rim of the bowl.

Sitting down next to you, he gently fixes your form. You were now laid down on your back, the stuffed animal still in your possession. Beomgyu dipped the towel in the bowl of water and drained it before gently wiping your face with it, proceeding to do the same thing with the rest of your body. Both of you trusted each other so much and were comfortable enough to do things like this.

Beomgyu was almost done with wiping your body with the towel, and the only thing left to do was to make you wear your pajamas, but you eventually woke up, sitting down, and looked at yourself for a moment before actually processing things. You stared at the man in front of you with slightly wide eyes and a heated face. Gyu quickly stood up, both his arms raised in defense.

“Look! It’s not what it looks like, okay! I...  I was just trying to clean you up and change your clothes since I noticed you didn’t change yet and--” you burst out in a soft laugh at the boy’s attempt to explain himself. You waved your hand at him and shook your head.

“Don’t worry Gyu, no need to explain so much, thank you so much for taking the time to take care of me, I appreciate.” You tugged on his shirt, making him sit back down, leaving a peck on his cheek. That caused a tornado of butterflies to whirl around his stomach, his body getting goosebumps.

He cleared his throat and then spoke, “Since you’re now awake..” he stood up, a hand reaching out for yours, “Come on, I have a few things set up for you.” he winked, making you blush a bright red. You nod and take his hand as he led you to the bathroom.

He yells out a little; ‘ta-da!’ once you enter. You stood there, astonished at the scenery that was displayed right before you. Scented candles were around the tub and rose petals were scattered almost everywhere, there even a few petals inside the tub filled with warm water and some bubbles floating here and there.

You looked back at Beomgyu, whom was clearly avoiding eye contact, feeling a little shy by the grand gesture he made.

“Aww, Gyuuuu” you cooed, swinging your arms around his neck, a hand making him face you, “You did all this for me?” you said innocently. Gyu responded with a nod and finally looked at you, a soft warm smile was plastered on his face.

“You should go and get in before the water gets cold,” he proposed, a hand pressing down on your waist for a second as he eyed your figure before looking back to meet your eyes, “I’ll go set something real quick, okay baby?” you nod, giving him a quick smooch before letting him go. He closed the bathroom door behind him as he left, giving you more privacy. You smiled at how caring and sweet Beomgyu could be towards you. It made you let out a cute little squeal matching small jumps of excitement.

You removed the rest of you clothing and put your hair up with a clam, avoiding getting it wet as you step inside the tub. You sighed once you body was fully dipped in the warm water, causing your body to relax. Just then, you heard someone knock, hearing Beomgyu’s voice follow as he called out your name.

“You can come in, Gyu,” that was all he needed to hear before opening the door. You let out a small gasp when he entered. In his hand, he was holding a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses in the other.

Your surprised expression softened as he came closer to you. “Mind holding these for me, Hun?” the corner of his lips twitched upwards, a smirk visibly shown on his face, handing you the two glasses. You obliged. Your brows frowned yet your lips couldn’t help but hold a smile as you took the glasses from your lover.

You watched as he opened the bottle of wine and poured its contents in each glass. He looked up at your expression, then scoffed, shaking his head as he poured the last ounce of wine in one of the glasses, “What’s with the look?”

You shrugged, “Isn’t this a bit too much though? You really didn’t have to do all of this.”

“Oh, but I want to.” he places the bottle on the carpet and sat down there, taking one glass from you. “You deserve to just relax once in a while. I’ve seen you come home all tense and drained almost everyday. So don’t complain. Can’t I spoil my lovely, hard-working girlfriend every now and then, hm?” he leans in over the rim of the tub, giving you a slow, passionate kiss.

Once you both pull away from the kiss, your foreheads connected, both of you staring deeply into each other's eyes, you don’t know why and how but the way he looked at you made your world stop and your heart skip a beat.

“Thank you so much Gyu, you’re the best,” you nuzzle your nose with his, closing your eyes, he responds by doing the same.

“I know.” you lightly slap tap his cheek then caressing it with your thumb. He lets out a dramatic gasp, holding your hand that was on his cheek. “Damn, I do all this for you and you just slap me like that? I am offended.” overexaggerating his sentence, making you let out a little groan.

“I’m kidding,” he took your hand and kissed the back of it, sending butterflies to go wild in your stomach.

After a while, you finally finished the wine and got out the tub, Beomgyu of course left the bathroom even though you said you didn’t mind him being inside.

You were checking yourself in the mirror as you fixed your robe that was snugged around you before you heard a knock on the bathroom door before it opened behind. You looked at Gyu’s reflection in the mirror as he came closer to you.

He wrapped his arms around you waist, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. He was peppering your neck with sweet kisses, making you squirm a bit under his touch.

“I have something for you in the bedroom as well.” he said, continuing to pepper your neck with kisses. Your hand flew to his hair, slowly tangling your fingers in it.

“Hmm?” you hummed in curiosity, “What is it?”

“I guess you just have to wait and see for yourself.” he winked at you in the mirror, both his hands straying from your waist to interlock with yours. He then spun you around as he started to hum a melody, with that; you both waltz your way to your bedroom door.

---- ❕NSFW ahead❕----

He gently lets go of your hand and opened the door, bowing playfully. You stared inside your shared bedroom with Beomgyu. There was a small table on one side of the bed, a tray on top of it, containing little bottles of.. oils? and a towel.

“Gy-”

“Just get naked, lay down on your stomach and put that towel over your ass.” he demanded, still not changing his position from earlier. You gulp and get inside. You don’t know why but the way he spoke turned you on so much.

You did what you were told, you didn’t even wear anything underneath your robe so you didn’t take too long to plop on the bed and lay on your stomach, messily placing the towel over your ass.

“D-done..” you mentally slapped yourself, why did you stutter? Stupid! you thought.

You felt Beomgyu get on the bed, his knees placed on the side of your waist. You see from your peripheral vision that he takes one bottle from the tray, and opens it, the scent of lavender filling the room as he poured the substance on his hands then rubbing it all over his hands.

He started to then massage your back, starting from your shoulders all the way down to your waist. The whole time he massaged you, you couldn’t help but grip onto the sheets on your bed from time to time and let out small high pitched moans when his large hands pressed harder down your small figure.

Overtime; you felt the heat in between your legs get stronger and stronger. You couldn’t help but rub your thighs together to release the tension. But still making to sure to not over do it, not wanting Beomgyu to notice what dirty shit you were doing.

Unfortunately for you, he did notice. He let out a dark chuckle seeing how pathetic you look rubbing your thighs together. He wanted to point it out, but he stayed silent and decided he wanted to tease you for a while.

“I’m gonna go lower, ‘kay?” you nod and hum in response, despite not actually fully comprehending what he told you. All you knew that you were down for whatever this man told you. He had you in the palm of his hands and both of you knew it.

Beomgyu slowly started to go lower as he massages you, he stops for a second at your hip, four of his fingers on each of his hand slyly going beneath your body and pressing a little harshly to were you hip bone was, while his both of his thumbs were pressed just above your ass.

He continued to tease you by making his fingers accidentally brush by the skin above your clit. You moaned uncontrollably under his touch. It was like he knew all the places that could make you feel good. And places where he knew would make you crazy.

After a while, you weren’t aware of what actions you were making, you started to grind on the bed, yet it didn’t ease out anything. Beomgyu then decides to go to your thighs, starting above your popliteal fossa and then stopped when he reached your inner thighs.

Adjusting his body; he placed both his knees in between your legs as he carefully spread them out. He noticed that the towel was now slightly lifted, him being the pervert he is right now, he tilted his head to the side to get a better look. He grinned after seeing the little pool of your juices was visible and your pussy was now clearly dripping.

“Oh, baby,” he cooed, groping your clothed ass, but he made it seem like he was just using the towel to remove any other excess oil from his hands, which he partially was.

He ran a two fingers up your wet folds, making a shiver run up your spine. He was playing with the substance with is fingers for a second or two before bending over to show you his index and middle finger, dripping with your wetness. “You’re this wet? All for me? But I was barely even doing anything to you, bunny.” you were blushing like crazy, not being able to answer him verbally out of embarrassment, you just not as you looked to your side.

Gyu backed away and scoffed. He started to toy with your clit, his middle finger brushing where you needed him the most.

“Gyu, pl-please.. I need you to touch me, please, please..” you plead, breathlessly.

“Since you were asking so nicely, I’ll give you want you want, princess.” and with that, he delved his digits into your core, the movements of his fingers were; like as if he was trying to allure something inside of you.

“You like that, pretty?" he was watching your every reaction to each move he made, trying to look out for reactions like if you were enjoying what he was doing so that he could mentally take notes. If not he could stop immediately to avoid causing you any harm or discomfort.

You nod in response, your head suddenly throwing back as the pleasure that washed over you became overwhelming as it built up. Beomgyu quickens the pace not too long after seeing your reaction. Feeling the coil inside you was about to snap at any moment, your hands instinctively fly to Beomgyu's nape, your fingers tangling in his dark locks.

"Mm.. 'm gonna cum.. please l-let me cum.." you begged as you gently tugged his hair.

“Gonna cum princess? Then do it.” And so you did, making a complete mess. Beomgyu's hand was almost completely decorated with your cum as some of it was dripping from your core and some was splattered on his shirt. He slowly pulled out his digits, staring at his fingers' that glistened so prettily with the aid of the light that the lamp on the nightstand provided. 

His eyes suddenly shifting to look at your fucked out expression. His member was getting so hard at the sight that it hurt. But he chose to ignore it.

With his dry hand, he gently grabs your jaw and turns your head to look at him. You watched as the digits of his other hand taps on his lips before giving it kitten like licks then basically clashing off your juices from his hand.

"Mm.. You taste amazing, Hun." he then leans over to you and kisses you, making you taste yourself as you let his tongue explore inside your mouth. You felt his member against your heat as he deepened the kiss.

You start to grind against him, trying to give him a hint that you also wanted to help him out. Pulling away from the kiss, Beomgyu stares at you, darts in his eyes pierced yours as you stared back with doe eyes.

"And what do you think you're doing, bun?"

"I want to help you.." you say with a soft, sweet tone. Beomgyu swore he bit his tongue as he felt his member twitch inside his boxers by how you stated your sentence, added with how you looked at him. It was painful but he wanted tonight to just focus on you and you only.

So he placed a hand on your hip and pressed it down so that you could stop grinding. "It's alright Hun. Let me take care of you, yeah?" You protested yet it was no use convincing, so you hesitantly nodded your head.

He kisses your forehead before he traveled back down to your lower half. He massaged your inner thighs with his thumb as his face slowly inched closer to your core.

Beomgyu then started to give your pussy some kitten like licks, taking a while before picking up the pace so that you wouldn't feel too overwhelmed at first.

The slick sounds of Beomgyu eating you out was mixed with your moans and heavy breaths that already filled the warm room. A minute or two passed, you suddenly felt the coil inside you was about to snap once more, so you tugged on Beomgyu's hair a little too tighter compared to before, making him groan against your pussy. But he didn't mind.

Your hips instinctively started whine and jerk up when his tongue swiftly hits specific parts. Beomgyu didn't like that. Your body suddenly jolted up in surprise once you felt Beomgyu's slap your ass. He snickered at your reaction as you whine, feeling the stinging sensation.

"Try to stay still, yeah?" caressing your ass, he continued to eat you out. You just hummed breathlessly in response.

You feel your orgasm was about to wash over you any second now. Beomgyu noticed just from your body language. "Go ahead and cum, Hun. Cum in my mouth." almost before he even finished his sentence you were already a millisecond ahead of him.

After you were coming down your high, Beomgyu looked at your expression from in between your legs. You looked so gorgeous. Hair; a total mess. Stray strands of your hair were stuck on your neck, forehead, cheeks and shoulders. Your labored breathing and the way your chest bounced up and down had him wanting to toy with you more. But seeing your already; too fucked up expression, he wanted you to rest for now. He just couldn't get enough of you.

He stood up and went outside your room before coming back with a towel in hand. He then started to clean you up, his other hand caressing the parts of your body where he thought he did too much. After cleaning you up, he took out some of his pajamas in his closet and dressed you up.

You were silent the whole time. It's not because you didn't like the treatment. It's because; you just didn't know what to say. You also didn't want to believe that you were so lucky to have a boyfriend like Beomgyu.

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When he laid down beside you, you immediately scooched closer to his side and hugged him like there was no tomorrow.

"Hm?" Beomgyu hummed, looking at you a little confused.

"Nothing, Gyu," you said softly as you nuzzle your face into his arm. "Thank you for everything, Gyu." you mumbled under your breath.

"It's nothing, baby." he shifts his position to now laying on his side, facing you. "You should go sleep, yeah?" he said, kissing your forehead. You nod and bury your face into his chest.

You whisper an "I love you", but it was loud enough for Beomgyu to hear. He smiled softly and hugged you tightly, a hand flying to your hair, caressing it as he says, "I love you most, my cute little honey bear." And with that; you drifted off to sweet dreams in no time with a smile on your face.

A/n: hello sweetie, if you made it all the way here I would like to thank you sososooo much for reading my work<3 if you like this please just reblog/reply and tell my your thoughts, I would appreciate that soso much<3 that's all sweetie, thank you and babye<33

[dizzyjelly]

My Perfect Girl

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: your friends leave you feeling more insecure than you already were, but Ellie comforts you and yells at your dickhead friends

Cw: body insecurity, mentions of feeling/being fat+ugly, troubles eating

You struggled to breathe as you lied in bed curled into a ball, crying your eyes out. Your crying fit had been a result of a rather hurtful conversation with your "friends." Your body faced the wall as tour hands came to cover your face, your palms wetting with tears. Time passed, you didn't know how much, but you'd heard a voice behind you and the bedroom door creaking open.

"Baby? What's going on, what happened?" Ellies voice was laced with concern and worry as she rushed to your side, rubbing your back.

You sniffled as you turned to face her, tears still streaming down your face as you picked up your phone and opened up your grouochat then handing it to her. Your breaths were ragged and quick as you watched her read, hee brows furrowed in worry quickly arched with anger as she did.

Y/n: guys I feel like I look bad today *image attached*

Ryan: wdym

Rosa: yeah u look the same lol

Y/n: idk like I feel ugly and like fat :(

Ryan: I don't see any difference 💀

Rosa: ong you look like u always do

Ryan: yeah ur just being dramatic lmao

Rosa: she probably just wants attention to be really honest

Ryan: omg you're right tho, fishing for compliments haha

Y/n: guys stop I'm not kidding.

Ryan: come on yk were right

Rosa: yeah just calm down bro

Y/n: whatever I'm done talking to you guys.

"What the fuck." Ellie muttered under her breath.

"Ellie, I look terrible and they're just making fun of me." Your bottom lip quivered.

"Baby, you don't. I promise they're just being assholes for no reason." She tried to reassure you, rubbing at your arm up and down.

You turned away from her, facing the wall again as you cried harder. You couldn't believe a word she said, you just felt insecure. It wasn't the first day you've felt like this, but it never got easier. It was days like these where you couldn't even bring yourself to look in the mirror, shower, or take care of yourself in general.

She let out a deep sigh, bringing a hand to rub your back gently, occasionally combing through your hair with her fingers. She looked at your phone again, then stood to leave the room.

"I'm gonna talk to them." She stated before exiting and calling the group.

Your friends picked up and were confused, seeing Ellies face instead of your own. It's not like they didn't recognize your girlfriend, but they wondered why she was the one calling them.

"Oh hey Ellie." Ryan greeted with a smile.

"Hi. So what the fuck is wrong with you guys?"

Rosa laughed a bit, her brows furrowing.

"What are you talking about?" She asked.

"Whyd you guys say that shit to Y/n? Seriously what kind of fucking friends are you?" She asked in return, as if it was obvious.

"Oh come on, she knows we were kidding!" Ryan argued.

"Yeah, she's probably being dramatic anyways." Rosa chimed in.

"I bet you're only asking because she told you to." Ryan spoke smugly.

"Um, no actually I'm asking because clearly she's upset and you guys are just being assholes. And if she knows you were joking why'd I come home to her crying, hm? Terrible fucking jokes by the way." Ellie argued, feeling angrier at your friends poor reactions.

"She was crying? Oh shit, sorry." Suddenly Ryan seemed to feel bad.

"Yeah you fuckin should be, she's probably gonna be worked uo for days now. Great fucking job you two." And with that Ellie hung up, as she couldn't bear to speak to them any longer.

She shut off your phone and set it at the bedside table, sitting down and glancing over at you as you let out a heavy sigh. You silently cursed as your stomach grumbled.

"Babe, you hungry?" Ellie asked, leaning down to rest her chin on your shoulder.

"No." You lied, shaking your head.

"Ok, well have you eaten today?" She asked, already sure she knew the answer.

"No." You were quiet now, feeling ashamed at your inability to care for yourself, how you know you should be.

"Alright well come on then, let's put something in that belly of yours." She tried to turn you around, take you to the kitchen.

But you wouldn't budge, tears falling from your eyes once again as you shook your head furiously.

"No! I-I'm already fat enough I don't need to eat anymore!" You protested, believing everything you said.

"What? Stop it, that's nonsense and you know it. Come on, just come have something. Please." She frowned as she held your hands in her own, it hurt her to see you so upset.

"I can't." You choked out and she pulled you into a hug.

You immediately leaned into her relaxing touch, wrapping your arms around her back as you nuzzled your head into her shoulder.

"Baby, you can. I know you can, you're stronger than you think. And your body is perfect" She pulled away, holding your face in her hands as she peppered kisses over your face, "I love every part of it, and you. You're amazing and your brain is just lying to you." She reminded you.

"Love you too." You responded, sniffling and leaning your forehead against her own.

You finally followed her to the kitchen, still hesitant but you'd get past that. You sat at the table and watched as she made pasta for the two of you, mainly because she knew it was your comfort food. A smile made its way to your face as she brought over two bowls, giving on to you. Ellie smiled ten times as big as you did, rubbing her thumb over your cheek fondly. It made her happier than anything to see you smiling after you'd had such a tough time that day.

Once you finished eating, Ellie insisted on doing the dishes. You felt bad for not helping out, but she reassured you that she was more than happy to do it herself. She told you to go sit down and pick a movie, and of course you did.

You'd selected something happier, usually you two watched horror together but tonight you just didn't feel like it. You sat with your knees pulled to your chest, a fuzzy blanket engulfing you as you waited for your girlfriend. She was sitting beside you in no time, pulling you into her side. You hummed contently, leaning into her touch with a smile as you leaned your head on her shoulder.

About halfway through the movie, Ellie placed a kiss to your forehead then placed a hand on your chin to make you look at her.

"Is my girl finally feeling better?" She asked.

"Mostly, thank you for helping me." You smiled before leaning in to give her a kiss.

"Of course Baby. You tired yet?" She asked, looking at her watch and noting that it was getting late.

You just nodded before placing your head back on her shoulder and closing your eyes. She chuckled a bit at you, rubbing your side lovingly then letting her head fall against your own as she waited until you fell asleep before carrying you into your shared bedroom. She laid you down then climbed in next to you, pulling you in. You let out a small groan as you hiked your leg over her own, wrapping your arm around her stomach.

A/n: sorry ik it's kinda short! Hope u still liked tho :)))

[sparkles-oflight]

Bele Sanje - in another room

Hello everyone, I'm back to write again!

Remember my BoKris fanfic on Martin's departure? Well, this is a continuation of that, but it's JaRtin time! (with Jan&jure friendship as well!)

Thanks @anxious-witch for the proofreading (seriously, how do you still handle me?)!

Synopsis: The aftermath of Martin's departure on Jan and Jure.

Disclaimer: Please think of these as characters and not the actual people. I don’t encourage anyone to send this to any of the actual JO members nor do I encourage people to force any type of relationship between anyone.

Sensible subjects: anxiety, a LOT of guilt, some self-harming tendencies (nothing too strong or explicit, but... yeah)

"I decided to leave the band", that's what Martin said, and Jan heard it, but he didn't quite understand the message between Bojan's sobs and the noise inside his own brain.

In the past year, Jan had gotten even closer to Martin than he should. He thought he was just trying to find something to fill in his ex-girlfriend's spot for a while, but then he actually started liking Martin.

But now Martin is telling them he's leaving. Jan doesn't want Martin to leave.

- We arrived.

Jan looked to his side and saw Jure closing the car door.

Jure had taken them both to his apartment since Jan wasn't feeling well enough to return home on his own.

The guitarist slowly exited the car and made his way to Jure's home.

When they got inside, Jan took his shoes off and laid on Jure's sofa, turning on the TV, but not really paying attention to anything.

Not until Jure sat next to him with a cup of tea.

- Be careful, it's hot. - he patted Jan's knee.

- Thank you.

A moment went by until Jure broke the silence again.

- Do you want to talk about it?

- Talk about what? - Jan didn’t look away from the TV.

- Martin.

- I guess you are already talking about it.

Jure started anxiously tapping his fingers on his mug before proceeding.

- I know you and Martin have something special, I've seen it myself. I don't know what it is, but you need to sort it out. And hey, if you need help, you can count on me. - he smiled.

- Thanks, Muca. - Jan also smiled though his smile was filled with sadness - Me and Martin... Uh. Me and Martin were having sex.

- Oh.

An awkward silence filled the room. Jure then realized it and he was terrified of sounding like a homophobe so he just...

- Sex is good.

To which Jan chuckled - the first time he did that day.

- My girlfriend had left me, and Martin was a bit curious about gay sex, and uh...labels so, uh... Yeah, that's how it happened. We decided to help each other out.

- So... Is he? You know... – he was about to gesture with his hand, but he was stopped by Jan.

- Oh god, not you too. - he sighed and then smiled - Martin is not gay. I know that much. And that makes me feel so guilty...

Jan started biting off the polish out of his nails.

- I feel like we only keep having sex because he's too scared of hurting my feelings...

- What does that mean?

- Jure... I've fallen for Martin.

Well, Jure had figured Jan wasn't straight a long time ago, but he wasn't expecting Jan to be in some sort of one-sided relationship with Martin.

- It hurts so much. - Jan finally lost it.

He started crying and Jure immediately hugged him.

- Why am I so shitty? – he cried – I used him, Jure, I used him!

- Jan... calm down.

- How can I be calm!? I know he doesn’t love me back and I still keep it going, even though I know that it isn’t the best for him.

He pushed Jure off him and started hitting his thighs and scratching his arms.

- I’m so fucking selfish! He is leaving because of me, Jure! He is!

Jan found breathing hard due to his tears and snot.

- Why would he make this decision and not tell me? Not tell Bojan!? WHY!?

Jan stopped as he reached a point of exhaustion. He curled up in a little ball and covered his ears as he felt the tears’ salty taste in his mouth. If he could, he would have been there for the rest of his days. He didn’t want to see Martin go, he didn’t want to see anyone take his place.

Jan was scared. Scared of a new member, scared of the band falling apart, but worst of all, he was scared of himself. Was he always going to act like this? Use people for his own satisfaction? How would he stop himself from doing that?

- Hey.

Jan opened his eyes and saw Jure crouched next to him and softly removing the guitarist’s hands to hold them.

- Jan, I don’t know everything that went down between you two, and I don’t know why Martin never told you. I’ve never been in a situation like this, but... – Jure stopped for a bit before continuing – I think you can only get those answers if you talk to him.

Jan looked at Jure’s eyes and he could swear he got lost in them because... Jure was crying. Jan had never seen Jure cry and he doesn’t know how to react to that.

- I think... – he sniffed – I think you don’t have to talk to him right now, but...

Jure will miss Martin, just as much as anyone else. Jure entered the band and immediately felt at home... Jure might be chaotic, and sometimes isolated, but he too had a bunch of complicated feelings over the situation that he couldn’t express.

- I’m sorry, I’m crying on you. – he apologized.

Jan got up and held Jure in his arms, calming him by softly petting his blonde hair and letting the older one cry there.

- Muca. – he whispered – Can I ask you for a favor?

- Sure.

- Can you take me to Martin’s house? Bojan should still be at the studio with Kris, I want to talk to him alone.

- Yes, of course.

Jure picked some napkins from the kitchen to clean themselves up and drove them to Martin and Bojan’s apartment.

- You don’t want me to stay? – the drummer asked Jan as he closed and exited the car.

- No, I’ll be okay, thank you, Muca.

- No worries. – he winked.

Jure saw Jan make his way to the apartment and then saw on his phone how late it was... He called Kris.

- Yes?

- Hi, Kris, are you home?

- Yeah, just got home.

- Are you alone?

- Bojan’s spending the night here tonight. Do you need anything?

“So Martin and Jan are alone then... good”.

- I was wondering about how he was feeling.

- He’s a bit better now. You?

- Oh, I feel like shit.

- Do you want to talk about it?

Jure decided to vent with Kris about his feelings about Martin leaving, but he never mentioned Jan once. Kris also tried to not push that topic either, he didn’t feel ready to hear about his best friend's feelings at the moment.

Jan rang up Martin’s bell.

- Who is it? – Martin asked.

- It’s... – he sniffed – It’s me, Martin.

Martin opened the building’s door and Jan made his way to his floor.

When he entered, he saw the pair of slippers he always worn ready for him at the entrance. He changed from his shoes to them and closed the door.

- Hi. – Martin said.

Jan looked at the tall man who was already wearing pajamas.

- Hi. – Jan forced himself to speak.

Both didn’t know what to do, but Martin gestured for the older one to enter and sit down. They both sat but neither said a word because neither was ready for what was coming.

- Bojan is not coming tonight.

- Oh, is he sleeping at the studio?

- I think he is sleeping at Kris’.

- Ah.

- You know... I was talking to a friend of mine, he’s also a bassist, and I swear he’s the best bassist I’ve ever met in the country. I think... If you are looking for someone new, you should take him in.

- Uhm.

- I’ll let you choose of course. Now that I’m leaving, I feel like I shouldn’t have a say on the band, but could you please promise me you guys will at least hear him out?

- Uhm.

- Jan, please give me a proper answer.

Jan sighed and looked up.

- Sorry, Martin, if I’m not excited about a new band member when I only found out about you leaving a couple of hours ago.

Martin got close to Jan and touched his hand.

- Hey, Jan-

But Jan slapped his hand and got up.

- Stop it! Martin, just fucking stop it! I know you know I love you. But we both know you don’t love me back. And you know what? Fair! I’m a shitty person who’s been using you and you... Martin, you are a gentleman, but for fuck’s sake, set boundaries with me for once!

Martin sighed, took his glasses off, and massaged his forehead.

- Jan, I’m sorry I didn’t tell anyone. I just... – he gulped – I thought it was easier to tell everyone at the same time. I didn’t want... I didn’t want to let some of you guys know before the others. And Jan…

Jan looked at him and slowly he sat down again.

- And I thought... the quicker we get this done with, the faster we will all move on. Ahead, Jan. Always ahead.

- Why don’t you let me go? - Jan mumbled.

Martin didn’t know how to reply.

- Why don’t you let me let you go? - Jan reformulated the question.

- I just… I didn’t want to hurt you...

- Martin… I love you.

Martin sighed and felt a lump form in his throat as he noticed this wasn’t about the band anymore.

- Jan…

- Martin, I feel like I’m using you.

- Jan, you are not using me. I just didn’t have the courage to tell you I didn’t want to do this anymore. - he sighed - I was scared of the band given how well things were going and… I didn’t want you to think you were the problem when in reality… I just… I’m not into guys, Jan, I’m sorry.

Jan stared at him, and he felt tears forming in his eyes, so Martin hugged him until... until Jan calmed down.

“It’s not your fault.”, Jan swore Martin whispered that into his ear, but he couldn’t be sure because of his fast heartbeat.

Martin kissed Jan’s ear and released him.

- Do you want to spend the night here? – Martin asked, then smiled - As friends.

- Of course. – and Jan smiled back.

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[rainiishowers]

Are you in the mood for post ch.16 angst?

There's a line in the movie : The Princess Bride, where Princess Buttercup exclaims to her kidnapper(who is actually her true love) and it went like this :

"I died that day! And you can die too for all I care."

I don't know about you but that line resonated with me so much when it came to MC. Maybe they finally had enough of the brothers acting like nothing happened.

Fic or listed brother's reactions if you want. I just want delicious angst. :)

Have a blessed day/afternoon/evening/night!

Death Is Such A Silly Thing, Huh? | Obey Me |

A/N: Thank you for this angst prompt I hope you enjoy this, Anon!! (From the sound of this request, it sounded like you wanted it to be third person so that’s what I did lol) Summary: MC was already in a bad mood after everything sunk in, and finding out Mammon had accidentally sold a jewel dear to them finally made them lose it, understandably so.. Genre: Angst Warnings: Mentions of past death ----

Short Story “Are you telling me you STOLE one of my things?! And SOLD IT?!” “W-Well..” The dinner was going nice until MC brought up a precious jewel they couldn’t find. Mammon then hesitantly brought up the fact that he found a jewel similar to the one they describe, and sold it, thinking it had no value. “I am already in a bad mood for this week, I thought it couldn’t of been any worse, but nooo!” “MC, I think you should stay calm about this--” The human glares at Satan. “Oh shut up! You don’t get to talk after you threw a damn tantrum because Lucifer pissed you off! Seriously, how childish can you get?!” The nightmares of the past only fueled MC’s stress and anger, remembering how they were killed but when it was revealed they were Lilith’s descendant, everyone, especially Lucifer, acted like they didn’t try to murder them, threaten them or treat them like shit! Everyone was quite worried about their fuming master, and MC decided to give them all an earful later, walking to their room yelling to them. "I died that day! And you can die too for all I care!” Reactions Lucifer

"I died that day! And you can die too for all I care!” 

He didn’t expect himself to be taken aback

They didn’t say who it was directed at, but it had to be Mammon.. right?

No, much to his dismay, he knew it was directed at all of them

Lucifer knew his past attempts to kill them, and he felt guilty

There seemed to be more to their anger then just that

He was aware of all those threats, all those times MC had to protect his own brothers from him

After his initial shock, he tells his brothers to let them be for a while, and none of them were disagreeing with him this time

He makes his way to his private office, locking the door, casting a quick silencing spell and just.. crying..

Breaks down in the safety of his office, finally realizing that MC, Lilith’s descendant, hates him, making his sacrifice for her life seem utterly meaningless.

But it wasn’t just about being his sisters descendant, it was about being the person he loved

MC had only seen Lucifer cry a few times, but he wishes they were there to comfort him right now

But... like always, he has to burden this guilt by himself..

“Damn it.. DAMN IT!!”

Mammon

W-What..?

No, they have to be joking!

When Lucifer told them to leave them alone, he really didn’t want to but then again..

This is his fault.. isn’t it?

Like everything in this cursed household

Don’t know the culprit? Blame it on Mammon!

And when he defends himself? Insult him! Threaten to hang him up on the ceiling!

When he got to his room, he curled up in a little ball on his bed and cries

He loved MC from the start, not caring about some family heritage they shared with Lilith

But that didn’t matter, no matter how much he sees those two as different, the jewel part was his mistake

After he stopped crying, he set out to take that jewel back

And guess what? The person deemed it as worthless anyways and threw it away

But.. It wasn’t worthless.. It was special to MC..

When he got back, he cleans it off and sneaks into MC’s room and swiftly sets the jewel on their desk with a note, leaving just as quick as he came

“I hope you can forgive me, even if you stay mad at me forever.. -Mammon”

Leviathan

He really didn’t want to remember...

..Does MC really want them to die?

He already ran to the safety of his room before Lucifer even told to just let them be

He was so mad at Mammon, but also at himself...

He sat himself on the beanbag chair before bursting out sobbing.

Levi didn’t want his Henry to hate him!

But.. He was one to act shitty and almost murder them so.. he’s partially to blame..

Was MC going to hate him forever..?

“P-Please don’t leave me, Player 2..”

Satan

Ah..

He wanted to go check on MC but quickly decided against it

When he got to his room, he wasted no time thrashing things around, taking his anger out on book and pillows on his bed

But.. he stops minutes later..

With his horns and tails receding, he stares at the knocked down piles of books, pillows and chairs on the floor, everything being a complete mess

He stands there before just falling to the ground, sobbing

If MC were here, they would help him calm down before anything happens

He realized that.. they took MC’s kindness and patience for granted, no party or thank you could ever make up for what they had done for the brothers...

“Thank you MC.. I’m sorry for everything we’ve done..”

Asmodeus

He goes to follow MC, but is stopped by Satan, who looked angry..

Asmo was angry as well, but not only at his brothers, but himself

While he may of not went all demon form in the past like Satan, Lucifer, or Levi, he knew he made them feel uncomfortable in the past

He didn’t think them to be worth their time, but that couldn’t be further from the truth

Asmo thought it was a forgive and forget thing

He guesses when MC had time to think about all the things the brothers had done to them after dying by Belphie’s hands, it made it a bit harder for them to forgive, much less forget..

He goes to his room and locks the door, leaping into his bed to cry into his pillows

“Oh darling.. I’m sorry..”

Beelzebub

Was already worried about the whole argument thing, but when MC said those words and stormed off, he could feel his heart break

Would.. MC really not care if they died?

He saw how hurt his brothers were by this, especially Belphie.

But.. there’s not much he can do about this.. Just let MC cool down and maybe, just maybe they would apologize..

He knew, however, that they weren’t the ones who needed to apologize..

The brothers were..

He was the one who had the hardest time with Lilith vs MC, blurring the lines a bit too much..

All those times he commented on Lilith when MC and him were doing something, seeing the shift of their expression but too busy to ask..

Too busy, ha..

That was a stupid excuse.

Before going to his room, he took all the food he could

He ate and ate.. Hoping that would take away the emotions he felt

The sadness at the realization that MC might hate them forever, the frustration he felt for not constantly reminding himself that MC and Lilith are different

It didn’t help though.. If anything, it only made it worse

But.. indulging in his sin was one of the only ways he knew how to cope, other then working out

“..Is MC going to hate me forever..?”

Belphegor

Those words..

He didn’t say much, when Beel asked how he was, he waved it off, saying he was fine

He drags himself to the attic.. The same place it happened..

He sighs heavily, feeling very conflicted

Anger and sadness engulfed him

Belphie thought that maybe sleeping would let him escape this feeling, but it was hard to even for the avatar of sloth.

He wanted MC’s warmth and kindness, but.. he didn’t deserve that, out of everyone, he probably deserved it the least.

“..I didn’t even get to have much time with them..”

Short Aftermath

“MC.. Are you sure you want to go back to the human world..?”

The human sucks in as he sat across Diavolo and Barbatos behind him. MC had requested a meeting with Diavolo, to ask to move back to the human world, they didn’t want to be here for much longer.

“Yes.”

Diavolo looks at them with a stern yet gentle gaze, trying to find any hesitation in the gaze MC gave him, but there was none. It was a determined look, determined to get out of the Devildom, away from the brothers.

“Alright.. I’ll respect your wish.”

[obsessedwithegos]

🔒🙏🏻 for emil

🔒 Locked in a cage 🙏🏻 Quiet begging

CWs: Pet whump, Cut vocal cords, Breaking and entering, Whumpee left behind

~~~~~~~~~

Emil was curled up in his cage, left to lick his wounds the best he could. The only sign of mercy he had received was the fact his cage was locked, telling him that Tael wasn’t going to bother him any more today.

A loud crash and shatter rings out from upstairs, causing him to try to curl up into a tighter ball. He licks the wounds on his palms, wanting to stop the bleeding there in case he was going to be dragged out of the cage.

“Dude I’m telling you, there’s something up with this guy!” An unknown voice comes from upstairs.

“Enough ‘something’ to break into his shop? If the cops get called I’m leaving you here.” Another spoke.

“Leave me here and I’ll rat you out for helping me.” 

He… Didn’t recognize either of those voices. What were they doing here? The shop should be closed. He needs to recover, he couldn’t take any more pain tonight!

“Seriously, have you ever seen how that one guy looks? And who even uses someone as a living example sheet of their work? Something is up! We’re going to find something here!” As the person talks, Emil could hear them walking around upstairs.

“Have you ever considered that he just looks like that? Maybe they have some kind of contract or agreement.” The other dismisses. “He’s not even here everyday.”

“But the days he’s not here is when he keeps that door shut and locked!” The basement door rattles. “Give me the brick.” 

“You watch too many of those detective shows.”

There was no response other than a loud cracking and clanging sound as the brick repeatedly makes contact with the basement door handle. Each and every one made Emil flinch and caused his head to pound.

It doesn’t take long before the door swings open. “There. Now let's see what’s down here.”

The person only takes a few steps down before freezing. “That’s.. I think that’s blood.” 

“He’s a tattoo artist, it’s probably spilled red ink.”

“Yeah sure, if it is then why is there a chain too?!”

“Reference? Chains can be hard to draw.”

The person continues down the stairs. “Let me guess you’re going to call the dog cage a reference too.” They snipped. 

“Maybe he has a dog he brings to work sometimes and it spilled some ink in the basement.”

The person huffed as they got closer to the cage, kneeling down to look inside.

Both the person and Emil would be wide eyed upon making eye contact. 

“Hey.. What does a dog look like again?” They called out to their friend.

“Four legs. Small to large. Standing or flopped ears. Usually furry with a tail. Has a snout with pointed teeth.” The friend described, coming down into the basement as well. “All of those are subjective but that’s the standard.

“Cool.. Cool. Well this is definitely NOT A DOG!” They yelled.

Emil flinched and covered his ears, looking at them as if trying to plea for them to not yell. He was already hurting so much, he didn’t need his hearing to hurt as well. 

“Well what is it-” The friend pauses as they look in. “That’s a person…” They whispered with shock.

“Yeah, a hurt person! I told you it was blood!-”

“Shush, your yelling is hurting him.” They pointed out. “We should take him to a hospital.”

Emil’s eyes lit up at the idea. Please! He wanted to cry out. Please, get me out of here!

“They might think we were the ones that did it. We should call the cops.”

“Then they might think we did it, and even if they didn’t, we could get charged for breaking and entering.” They reminded them, visibly refraining from smacking them in the back of the head.

“Well what do you suggest then?”

Please just get me out, I have a friend that can help me, just please get me out! Emil silently begged, any sounds he tried to make just came out breathy that didn’t sound like words at all.

“We can either leave and pretend we never saw this.” The friend started.

NO!!  He wanted to shake the bars of the cage but he was too exhausted to even make himself sit up. 

“Or we can call the cops about a break and enter, and hope they follow through with checking the place out.” They finished. “Either way, we can’t take him.”

Please, please, please, just help me out, please. Even his mental pleading was getting weaker. 

The first person sighs as they stand up. “I’ll go get the brick so they can’t check it for fingerprints.” 

Emil helplessly watches as they both walk away and out of the basement, unable to call out for help, unable to tell them that he knows people that could help.

[Emoji prompts]

general: @emmettnet @blackberry-bloody

Emil tag: @pikanyachu

[loveyougoodbi]

You're actually more optimistic than I am about Chewis. Genuinely, I think this is the sign that Ferrari still doesn't bet on Charles and won't bet on Charles ever. He's still the little kid from the FDA. Christian brought Max in as a baby and trusted for years of Mercedes domination. We are at the 3rd time Ferrari asks Charles to prove himself, it will simply never be enough. I have no faith in Fred, yeah he has history with Charles and maybe he was initially brought on to get Charles to stay but things can change. Maybe they saw Lewis was available and now Fred's focus is on Lewis, who I remind you, also has a history with Fred. He might say Charles is at the center but the actions so far indicate otherwise.

Before, it was worse for Ferrari if Charles left because it would indicate a lack of faith in the project, now they can just say he ran away from a challenge. I'm sorry but I feel like the Charles fans being happy about this are a bit forced and delusional. How many times did we rage against Sainz and Binotto because it's not enough to have the car but you need to believe the team has your back. When you listen to other WDC, they always say that feeling the support of the team is important.

And no, this is not just me "not believing in Charles'" - that's such a stupid take honestly. I would feel better if Ferrari had ever fully backed Charles but that hasn't fucking happened and I'm not holding my breath, especially of the engineers they're going to rely on in 2026 are lured in by Lewis.

And then you have the idiots saying that Charles should wait until Lewis retires. Ok, just in time for Ferrari to get their head turned by the promise of the Italian Champion Kimi Antonelli and here we fucking go again.

Hi anon. 👋

Listen I get it. Trust me. I am still dissappointed. Ferrari has done it again. Every time they give me a little faith they go and crush it to pieces. And my heart is hurting for charles, that it doesn't seem like he is getting the love he deserves. Yes, I know I said I will see from Ferraris actions if I will be happy or not, and it has happened and it so turns out that I am NOT happy. Don't mistake my positivity with happiness or delightfullness. But like you said, leaving now would be running away from a champion. Leaving now is admitting he is better than me. (Unless he runs away to red bull yknow 😉)

So, it's safe to say there will be no leaving. And with the situation as it is, I NEED to analyze it and get to the bottom of it. Does it hurt that Charles didn't get the trust he deserved? The trust Max got when he was just 17? It hurts like hell anon, I want to curl into a ball and cry. He bleeds for a team that have proven to not be 100% on his side when he needs them. He shines so bright for a team that jumped on the opportunity to show off the one thing that is shinier than him. Making him "Lewis Hamiltons teammate" after he already went through being "Sébastien Vettels teammate". And yes he came out victorious but for how long? How many times will he have to prove himself in order to be taken seriously by this team? It hurts and I think there isn't a single Charles fan that isn't hurting right now anon.

But we NEED we NEED to accept it and find the positives of it or else we'll go crazy. I dont think Charles can get a championship while Lewis is in the team. That hurts me. But I'm sure he can beat Lewis and that gives me a reason to fight with him. Because I will and am always on his side. Always rooting. Always having live timing and following his little sector times. I will keep doing that so instead of despairing I've decided to look at the positives, to trust that Charles signed for a reason and see what happens. Because otherwise I might for sure go crazy anon.

I know it's difficult to accept. I know we want the best for him and we want him to not have to fight tooth and nail for the rest of his life. But it is what it is and we always have each other to talk and discuss and give each other hope positive reecouragment. That's what I tried to do with the post so I recommend to think positive. I'm sure Charles is. And if it does get bad, he will leave. I know he will because He said so. Not in 2025 but some year after that. I trust him.

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

actually @malcolm-f-tucker this is all your fault >:/

(warning for gun mention, brief mention of death. also someone gets drugged but it's not really taken that seriously tbh)

Theresa stares in disbelief as the Glock she's been staring down clatters to the floor, a cacophony in the empty warehouse.

The operative is standing before her, disarmed; though Theresa is confused, as nobody on OJS' side has done anything as far as she can tell. Before her, the figure brings a shaking hand up, pulls off the tactical balaclava to reveal a round, open face with long hair pulled back and away from it. Tears spill down the young woman's cheeks, and Theresa briefly lowers her Sig Sauer toward the ground, to her feet, to get a better look.

But the operative isn't looking at Theresa; her eyes, blown wide with shock, are fixed on a point beyond, to Theresa's left.

"You," she says, and the way it comes from her chest is almost inhuman, like a great hand has shoved its way down her throat to mercilessly drag it out. She's definitely crying now, her breath coming in ragged, hoarse gasps as she continues to stare, as her hands ball into fists by her sides, the balaclava crumpling up. "How?"

Theresa doesn't want to risk taking her eyes off the operative; she instead tries to recall their plan, their formation. Douglas is covering from above; Carolyn is off to her right; Arthur must be covering from outside, and Martin is covering with him, so that must mean—

Herc on her left.

Movement. Herc is cautiously stepping forward, keeping his weapon of choice pointed down. "Hey," he says, softly.

"You died. You're dead. Dad had to pull me off of you." She's growing less intelligible by the second; choking on her own tears. "I didn't change my clothes for days. Your blood was all over me, I—you died. You taught me everything I know, and then you threw yourself in front of me and then you were dead. I held you, I watched you—"

"I made my choice," Herc replies, gently. "And you made yours."

"I didn't choose for you to sacrifice yourself for me," the operative spits back. "I didn't choose to be left alone; did you know Dad left because of what happened to you?"

"I do."

"Then why did you do it?"

Theresa has the distinct feeling she really isn't supposed to be listening to this. She steps back, lets Herc take over the situation, points her gun away, and carefully disables it.

"Oh, Linda," Herc says, and his voice is tender. Her name is Linda. The thought punches a hole through Theresa's stomach; she turns away, bites her lip hard. "There are some things you won't understand until it happens to you. Come here."

The operative—Linda—teeters on unsteady feet; then, decisive, she runs forward and hurls herself at Herc, crying into his tactical gear.

"I can't believe you're alive, Herc," she sobs, but it's muffled by his clothes. He chuckles, hushes her softly, one hand pushing down the collar of her shirt to expose her neck before curling around the back of her head, stabilizing it—the other hand goes to one of his pockets, and Theresa knows what will happen before it does, sees the little flash of metal in the dim room—

Linda wrenches herself free of Herc as the syringe drops to the floor and rolls away; Theresa bends and picks it up, sliding it into the sharps box she's been entrusted to carry. "What did you—" Linda chokes, trying to struggle back toward her weapon, but her movements are quickly growing sluggish, and Herc bundles her back into his arms as she slumps against him. "That's not nice," Linda slurs, eyes already drooping, as Herc gently kneels on the ground, cradling her to his chest and shushing her, gently rearranging her legs into a more comfortable position. "You can't just drug me to end a conserv...a conner...a..."

The operative is silent, lying limply in Herc's arms on the warehouse floor; Herc pauses, looking upon her still face with an inscrutable expression, before bending, pressing his lips to her forehead, and lifting her back up as if she were a small child being carried to bed.

"Get the gun," he tells Theresa, and she doesn't have much choice but to obey. "Let's go," Herc commands the rest of the room. "Got what I came here for."

[confirmedcannibal]

22 Charles and Deano

Going Modern verse with this one teehee

-

"Damn... Just like that?"

Charles' eyes were red, his cheeks tear stained. He lacked the voice to answer and opted to nod in response instead.

Deano sighed. "I'm sorry your parents are shit."

Charles shrugged. It was no use now. He'd been disowned by his own family. It was an inevitability, he'd known it. They always espoused homophobic rhetoric and it was only a matter of time before they found out about his sexuality.

"At least it was on your terms, right?" Deano asked. "Quite a lot of people don't get to say say."

After a few minutes, Deano knew his words weren't helping. It hurt seeing his friend like this. Charles let out a small whimper and Deano's arms were quick to pull him into a tight hug. The hug wasn't expected and stopped Charles from falling into another round of tears.

"You can stay here as long as you need, ok? Seriously, I got you covered."

"I can stay with Lo, it's ok."

"Yeah, yeah, but know you got a place here too, ok?"

Charles stilled a moment before finally pulling away.

"I don't think I should be here right now. I'm sorry."

"What?"

"I should go."

Deano sat flabbergasted as Charles got up and began to put his jacket back on, then went to retrieve his phone and wallet from the counter.

"Charles, I get needing space but you want a ride or something? Or-?"

Charles braced himself against the counter and sighed.

"I don't know. I'm sorry. I just."

"Do you want to talk about it? I don't understand why you're doing this?"

Deano finally moved to get up, slowly approaching his friend.

"You're really nice. I don't deserve it."

"Of course you do, you're my friend!"

A sniffle. Oh god.

"Charles, I need you to tell me what I'm doing wrong. I can't stop if you don't tell me."

Deano was close again, his warm hand on Charles' forearm. Charles felt his heart was about to spill out from him through his words, but tried to keep as much control over them as possible.

"You know what I told them? I said I met someone. And they asked, 'What's her name?' I corrected them and they thought I was joking at first."

Deano frowned and felt selfish. "I didn't know. I'm sorry, you probably want to be with him then. I didn't mean to-"

"Deano," Charles very nearly whined. "I... I don't want anything to stop us from being friends."

"I don't see why that would- OH."

Suddenly Deano connected the dots. Charles was with that special someone already.

"Wait, wait, wait. You told them before even having a boyfriend?" Deano asked

Mentally Charles was curling up into a ball and crying. This was beyond humiliating.

"Yeah, I don't know. I thought... I don't know. This was stupid."

"A little bit," Deano admitted, then gave a small smile. "But it's not all bad."

Charles straightened his posture and looked over Deano's face. He paused, unsure what to make of it.

"I like you too, idiot."

Charles' eyes widened. He'd hoped there was a chance but never thought it was a legitimate possibility. Words escaped him when he opened his mouth.

Deano's hands cupped Charles' cheeks and pulled him closer until he could snag a small kiss from the other man. His soft lips were curled into a smile the entire time. Charles felt awkward with his kiss, but more than anything felt overjoyed that he was actually kissing Deano.

When the pair pulled apart from the kiss, they stayed close, Deano resting his forehead against Charles. He reached forward and tucked a strand of maroon hair behind Charles' ear.

"Still need to go?"

"Your kisses are all I need right now."

Deano smiled. "That can be arranged."

[unfinshedsentec]

when they catch you crying

a/n: lol I really wanted a good angst so uh….here!

reader is gender neutral

characters: mikey, draken, inui, chifuyu, and sanzu!

tw: cursing, depression and murder (sanzu)

 Chifuyu

When Chifuyu heard your sobs echo from the bathroom next to him, he immediately assumed you had either poked your eyed while you were doing your ridiculously long skincare routine, or that something was seriously wrong.

He hoped that it was just a skin care routine mess up, but deep down, Chifuyu knew that it was the latter.

Your harsh sobs and straggled breaths only made that clearer, and boy did hearing that worry him.

Needless to say, Chifuyu’s gonna make you happy again. He’s coming to your rescue!

He quickly came up to the bathroom door and politely knocked on it. Of course, he didn’t wait for an answer though, he just busted in, very worried about you.

It only took one good look at you, and he was already cooing.

Best boy over here immediately cups your checks and peppers your face with as many kisses as he give, wiping your tears away and smoothing your hair back. Quickly, he sat your down on the side of the tub, and immediately hugged you, squeezing you tight with all the love he had.

He’ll let you hug and sob into him for however long you need to. He whispers as many sweet nothing as he can, while you tell him what happened. He consoles you and gives you whatever advice you need. It may not be the best advice, but it is advice!

Overall, Chifuyu will do anything for you!  As long as it helps you, he’ll do it. And trust me, he’s sure to give you as much love as he can give!

 Draken

Draken caught you crying when you came home from school. He saw you sobbing at the door as you slickly took off your shoes and dropped your school bag on the floor. After that, you disappeared, but the sight of you silently walked off into your room, hoping no one would see you, stuck with him.

It hurt Draken’s heart to see you like that. Your eyes were red and blood shot, and your hair was a mess. Your breath was so unstable that it was concerning. He was worried; beyond worried. But he wasn’t sure how to approach the situation at hand.

Yes, Draken’s used to taking care of people, but he’s really not used to dealing with this type of situation. It was never presented to him; so, he had no clue what to do when it actually happened.

He ended up just sitting around, waiting and watching you. But after a while of nothing he finally decided to go into your room and check up on you.

He found you lying in your room, curled up into a pitiful ball sobbing into a pillow. From the moment he saw you, he moved, urged to make you smile again. He found himself with his hands on top of your head, gently combing your hair.

He doesn’t say anything, he just casually let you speak first. You may not say anything, but if you do, he’ll gladly listen and provided whatever comfort you need.

“I’ll stay here for however long you need Y/n…. now don’t worry about anything else except for feeling happy again”

 Mikey

The moment Mikey saw tears streaming down your beautiful cheeks, he immediately went into over-protective-boyfriend mode. Can you blame him though? You’re one of the only people he has left….he absolutely CAN’T lose you.

Needless to say, he was ready to kill.

Of course, before he deals with whoever did this, Mikey’s making sure you’re okay. As such, he chased after you while you ran into the bathroom, trying to escape him. Unfortunately, he’s much faster than you, so you attempting to escape to the bathroom failed miserably, and Mikey ended up catching you.

Without hesitation, he pulled you straight into his room, where he sat you on the couch and pulled you close.

His arms wrapped around you, while he pulled you not his chest where you gripped onto him and sobbed your heart out. Mikey could feel your tears soaking into his shirt, making things even more real for him. He wouldn’t say it right now, but he wanted NAMES, and I’ll be damned if he doesn’t get them.

Until you calmed down though, he would just sit and let you vent. He wasn’t very good at this sort’ve thing, but it’s you. He’ll do anything for you.

He’ll help you out in any way possible and he tries his best while doing it. Sure, it may not be the best at it, but he really does mean well.

And trust me when I say, he’ll try especially hard to see that stunning smile of yours, once again!

 Inui

Inui’s seen enough that he knows the difference between eyes that were bloodshot from staying up way too late and eyes that were bloodshot from crying. Sometimes he himself would experience both, depending on what had been going through his mind.

Needless to say, he was experienced, so experienced that he could easily see it in other people.

It was no wonder he immediately recognized your bloodshot eyes, that were red from crying. Yes, you tried to hide it, but the tear stains that were now etched onto your cheeks and your profuse sniffling made it 100% precent clear.

You had been crying; and Inui was not having it.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t sure what to do about it. You had only asked him to watch TV with you (which Inui agreed too) and then you went dead silent…aside from your sniffling.

He really was lost on what to do. Inui just isn’t good at this stuff. He never really thought of himself as the type that people would come to for comfort, yet, here you were, coming up to him asking if you could sit and watch TV with him.  He was shocked, really, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to deny you, not after seeing your depressed state.

Instead, he didn’t say anything. He just did all the things he knew you loved. If you love movies, he’ll take you to the movies. If you love games, he’ll play a game with you. If you love sweets, he’ll take you to your favorite bakery. If you love animals, hell, he’ll take you to a petting zoo.

And if you want a hug, he’ll gladly be there to give you a big one. Whatever you need, love, or want, he’ll be there to give.

All he cares about is seeing your smile again, and he’ll do anything to see just that~

 Sanzu

Sanzu was worried as to why you weren’t answering his texts. Sure, it wasn’t anything too unusual, but he was really craving some kisses from you, so he was a bit more desperate.

Within 15 minutes of him texting you and getting no answer, he made his way over to your house just to see what was going on, only to see you curled up in blankets hiccupping away after a harsh crying session.

Sanzu had no clue as to what the hell was going on, but it really got to him. He hated seeing you like this, especially since you weren’t the type of person who didn’t get emotional easily. So, you being so sad was really worrisome, and Sanzu was NOT a fan.

He’d be sure to kill whatever caused this, but until then, his top priority was you.

Without hesitation, Sanzu lifted up your blanket, and curled right up next to you, pulling you into his arms in the process. He didn’t say anything, he just let you lay there and sob with him while he gave you the comfort you needed.

Gently he rubbed your back, especially as he felt you shake. When you sniffle, he squeezed you a little tighter, to let you know he’s there for you. He’ll also pepper your neck with kisses, as he lets you do whatever you need to.

“Y/n…you feeling a little better? What happened? I’ll be sure to kill them tomorrow. Until then, I’ll be here! You can take a nap…I won’t be leaving you anytime soon…”

And he sure didn’t, your surprisingly caring boyfriend laid with you until the next day. He didn’t leave you until he saw your smile again. And he sure made sure to kill whoever hurt you.

Needless to say, nobody will be hurting you ever again!

//end!

masterlist | kofi | reblogs are appreciated <3

[l-r-christian]

Could you make a poly mikaelson smut??? Where they are jealous about another vampire flirting with reader and they get possessive.

Alright. We are going to break this off in little blurbs.

Warnings: Protective Mikaelsons, a bit smutty, Possessive Mikaelsons, Fluff

A/N: Gonna add my boy Finn as this was a little self indulgent 😌

Finn Mikaelson

It was a family ball that Klaus was throwing as a birthday party for Rebekah and Finn was watching over the ball. Finn really didn't feel like joining all this as he just wanted to curl up with their little wolf and sleep.

"You look grumpy."

"I do not Kol." Finn muttered as Kol smirked knowing it was Finn's turn to have the night with Y/N but it was kinda ruined when Klaus threw a party. Finn saw some vampire flirting with Y/N who looked uncomfortable and in a blur Finn was next to their little wolf.

"Darling, is this leech bothering you?" Finn said glaring as Y/N pressed close to Finn while vampire swallowed feeling nervous.

"A little bit but I would like to go upstairs."

"Of course." Finn said holding her with possessive hands picking her up. Y/N squealed finding herself on Finn's bed being kissed roughly as his hand was going under her dress.

"Finn.....the party." Y/N squeaked out as suddenly her dress was gone and his slightly cold skin met her warm skin.

"They won't miss us for a few moments." Finn whispered against her skin as his mouth moved along her neck. Y/N let out a breathy moan as Finn moved slowly touching her softly making her feel like her veins on fire.

"Finn......please." Y/N pleaded as Finn sucked on her her thigh closely to her heated center pulling a cry from her when he finally placed his mouth on her center. Y/N bit her fist shaking as Finn held her close tongue flattening against her clit and before she could cum Finn pulling away.

"Finn....no..fair." Y/N whined as he chuckled kissing her before easing into her slowly. Y/N whimpered clinging to Finn as he gripped her hips snapping his hips against hers.

"My beloved wolf, always so beautiful." Finn muttered burying his face in her neck as her walls fluttered around when he moved onto his forearms caging her under him. Y/N came with a soft cry as Finn groaned her name cumming after her nuzzling her neck listening to her pant gently tugging his hair and kissed the vampire softly.

Finn got up and cleaned her up then cuddled up to her pressing kisses on her neck as both muttered I love yous.

"They are going to come looking for us."

"I don't care. I just wanted to cuddle."

Elijah Mikaelson

Elijah glared hard at the vampire and wolf standing a little too close to Y/N while he understood that his little wolf was apart of Jackson's pack but that didn't mean he liked males being near her.

"The meeting is going a longer than thought Niklaus, Hayley seems to be adamant to make our little wolf miserable." Elijah said over the phone then looked to Y/N seeing a young vampire getting brave flirting with the woman.

"I need to go Niklaus." Elijah said eyes darken as he growled lowly hanging up. Elijah walked pass Hayley ignoring how she stared at at him.

"Just if you aren't busy we could hang out tonight? Show you a good time."

"No thank you. I am already in a relationship."

"Pffft, with the Mikaelsons. It isn't like I can't sleep with you too."

"Or I could tear your thoat out." Elijah said lowly picking Y/N up and way from the male. The vampire glared then realized he was looking at Elijah who was glaring at him.

"Eli?" Y/N squeaked whe in a flash you was pressed against a cabin wall with Elijah looking at her with hunger in his eyes. Y/N moaned when Elijah kissed her roughly his hand moving under her skirt fingers slipping pass lace as moved two fingers in her wet entrance.

"Wet already? You love it when I am rough, don't you? I want you to be nice and loud baby, let that baby vampire know who can satisfy you."

Y/N cried out gripping Elijah's shirt feeling his thumb rub her clit as Elijah bit at her neck leaving marks as his way to show she was taken. Elijah felt her wall tighten around his fingers when he added a third and moved his thumb more slowly against her clit. Elijah growled feeling Y/N move her hips against his fingers as he curled them.

"Look at you so needy. Such a good girl being loud, let him know who you belong to." Elijah said lowly in her ear feeling her shake against him, Y/N's face was flushed. Elijah smirked watching her cum with loud moan and bit Elijah's neck pulling a deep growl from his chest.

"Open." Elijah commanded as Y/N opened her mouth and Elijah placed his slick covered fingers in her mouth. Y/N's flush got worst as she tasted herself on his fingers, Elijah leaned in kissing her.

"Let's continue this at home."

Klaus Mikaelson

Y/N was in the kitchen on the phone with Damon as the two were close friends always playfully flirting. Klaus knew the two had no feelings for one another but couldn't help feel a bit possessive much like his siblings when ever Damon was around Y/N.

"Sounds like I should come and help you."

'No no. You don't have to. I'll just kill Kai then no more problems.' Damon tells her over the phone as Y/N smiled at Klaus seeing walk in.

"But my darling I would be happy to help."

'Seriously baby. No need we got it all under control.' Damon tells Y/N as she raised an eyebrow seeing Klaus down in front of her hands moving up her bare legs. Y/N only had on one of Klaus's shirts and laced panties and Y/N let out a squeal when Klaus lift her up having her legs over his shoulders then pulled off her panties and placed his mouth on her mound.

'You okay?'

"Y...y..yeah....saw...a spider." Y/N said gripping the counter as Klaus smirked against her making her ride his face while on the phone with Damon. Y/N let out a shuttering breath as Klaus groaned against her sending vibrations up her spine.

"D....D...Damon....call...you back." Y/N said hanging up feeling Klaus squeezing her ass as he ate her out. Y/N leaned forward on the counter shaking as she let out puffs of air babbling unable to think straight.

"Ni.....N....Nik....someone..could walk in." Y/N panted out trembling feeling him move to her clit sucking harshly making her cry out. Y/N bit her first teasr swelling in her eyes her face flushed and Klaus pulled her closer fucking her with his tongue. Y/N cummed hard shaking panting nearly sobbing as Klaus pulled away just as Y/N felt overstimulated.

"Are you okay, love?" Klaus asked picking her up kissing along her neck.

"Yeah...tired though." Y/N muttered as Klaus took her up stairs to clean her up.

"Oh love, I'm not done with you yet."

Kol Mikaelson

It happen in a blur when Kol threw a vampire that tried kissing Y/N which at first Kol was amused at the vampire's poor a tempt at flirting with the wolf but when he moved to kiss her, Kol wasn't having none of it. Y/N squeaked finding herself in the bathroom with Kol kissing her roughly and she kissed back.

"Kol?"

"Hmm?" Kol hummed moving his mouth along her neck hiking her higher grinding against her pulling a breathy moan from her.

"Are you sure, we can do it here?"

"Why not? You and Elijah had done it in semi public." Kol tells her rubbing her though her panties as she flushed remembering a month ago. Kol kissed her again this time much softer as small moans and huffs could be heard by anyone listening closely.

"Kol.....ah....fuck." Y/N babbled against the vampire's neck as Kol fucked her hard against the wall. Kol kissed her roughly as his thumb found her clit making her cry out throwing her head back.

"Letting all those vampires know who is railing you? Who you belong to." Kol whispered in her ear clearly enjoying the fact that Y/N was was a flushing mess as he fucked her. Y/N tighten her hold on him feeling her orgasm get closer and Kol could tell kissing her deeply swallowing her loud moans as she came hard pulling him with her.

"Let's get you home and cleaned up. We can watch a movie and cuddle."

"O..o..kay but carry me.....I can't feel my legs."

Rebekah Mikaelson

Y/N layed on bed with her face buried in a pillow as she was being loud and gripping the sheets while Rebekah fucked her from behind. Early that night Rebekah and Y/N was at Marcel's club enjoying a night out away from the brothers for once when a female vampire flirted with Y/N right in front of Rebekah.

So one threat and Y/N trying to calm Rebekah, both women went back to the compound that ended with Rebekah fucking her girlfriend. Y/N trembled crying out Rebekah's name when the blonde placed a vibrator on her cilt. Normally Rebekah wasn't one to get jealous nor feel possessive but something about the female vampire flirting with her wolf made Rebekah want to claim the wolf.

"Re...Re...Rebekah....please." Y/N whimpered shaking now as Rebekah moved the vibrator in time with her thrusts. Rebekah smirked seeing Y/N pulling at the sheets her face flushed with tears rolling down her face.

"Just one more beautiful. You are doing so well." Rebekah whispered kissing along the wolf's damp back. Rebekah had already pulled three orgasms from Y/N and six was going to be their personal record. Y/N pushed back against the strap on jolting when Rebekah turned the vibrator up. Y/N cummed letting out a silent scream arching as Rebekah pulled the vibrator away and pulled out.

"You did do well beautiful." Rebekah praised kissing Y/N's skin as the wolf panted trembling from the after shocks of her orgasm.

"Too rough?" Rebekah asked gently rubbing Y/N's back seeing the wolf falling asleep.

"No." Y/N mumbled as Rebekah smiled kissing her cheek then moved cleaning the wolf up and joined her in bed. Y/N nuzzled close to Rebekah muttering I love you as the vampire smiled kissing her head and both fell asleep but before doing so Y/N planned to talk to her mates about their possessive fucking as it hff and wore her out.

[shorkbrian]

He’d be so freaking mean too omg

like all “Shut the fuck up, did I say you could fucking speak?” spitting at you when you’re panicking, blubbering out anything to get him to stop.

Originally he was just going to spank you until your skin had broken, until there were raw welts across your ass and thighs, bruised and sensitive to the slightest breeze. Levi would want you to remember and suffer with the pain for as long as he had to suffer and endure the pain of almost loosing you. The hurt of knowing that you’re still trying to run, still trying to get away from him.

But now he knows that the pain of a few smacks won’t be enough to convey the ache you put his heart through. The ripping, tearing, long-lasting suffering afflicting him whenever you show your disdain for him. He masks it with anger, with the poorly restrained attitude of a trainer correcting its pupil, but the hurt is still there.

Levi knows it’s all wrong, everything that he does to you. But in a twisted, fucked up way, you deserve it. Deserve it for catching his eye, and being nice to him even when he was a bitch (which was always), for letting things progress to this point - a relationship filled with suffering and heartache.

It’s all your fault.

That’s what he tells you when the man hisses at you to shut up again, delivering another resounding smack to your rear to convey the seriousness of his point.

“Brat. What did you think you’d gain from running? Huh?”

He’s so aggressive, pulling your hair, smacking you around, his hands stinging with the abuse he’s littering across your skin. When you attempt to garble out another plea for mercy, for forgiveness, Levi grabs your face in one hand and pinches, pulling you towards himself with a cruel expression. “You don’t get to ask for an ounce of goddamn mercy. I am being merciful, you stupid little shitstain.”

The sheets are smeared with the slightest bit of blood.

“Now be fucking quiet.”

You can’t help the yelps of pain that are smacked out of you when Levi’s hand connects to your raw flesh, immediately sobbing and biting your lip as tears soak the sheets, mingle with the blood.

Levi’s so pissed, he doesn’t care how hard you’re trying to be silent. With a growl of frustration, he grabs the back of your neck, hauling you up onto your knees on the bed. 

A palm strikes hard against your cheek, whipping your head to the side and then it strikes again in the exact same spot.

“Are you so stupid that you can’t get it through that tiny fucking brain of yours - this is a punishment. I’m in charge. I tell you to do something, you fucking do it. I own you.”

Your ears feel like they’re filled with cotton, you can’t stop the wretched sobs heaving from your chest. Levi is furious.

He maneuvers you until you’re on your hands and knees facing away from him, barely able to hold yourself up through the fuzzy panic filling your body, weighing you down and making you dizzy.

More spanking is expected, and you’re already struggling to brace yourself for the inevitable hit when instead, hot fingers covered in cold lube grip your ass, pull the cheeks apart.

Levi ignores the way your breath catches in your throat, how your body freezes completely and your tears start falling faster. He doesn’t care about your comfort right now, he’s trying to prove a point.

His nails are blunt and short - the man keeps his hands neat and clean. It just means you’re forced to feel the full sensation of Levi’s fingertips probing at your ass.

“You better relax, or else I’ll shove my entire fist up your ass and fuck you with it until you bleed out.” Levi snarls, and you realize you’re shaking terribly, almost convulsing as you force your hole to relax and stop clenching.

A finger worms it’s way inside, painful and entirely too fast, too soon. But Levi doesn’t care. You deserve to be in pain.

He only wants to work two fingers inside of you, just enough so that he can spread his digits and open your hole a little. Levi knows you’ll probably tear and bleed anyway tonight, but he’s not looking to actually kill you, so he squirts lube directly into your hole, sneering when you clench at the sensation and it makes a disgusting squelching sound.

“You aren’t trying to take a shit, stop that.”

As if you could control the way your body reacted to painful stimulus.

Levi fishes out his cock, doesn’t even bother with removing his clothes. He’s going to fuck some sense into you, make you understand pain and consequences, and then he’s going to leave you lying in a puddle of your own tears. You’re pathetic.

He taps his cock against your hole, jaw set in anger, thinking about how he’d felt to hear that you’d somehow gotten loose in the barracks, running through the halls and trying every single door, hoping to find a way out. Good thing all the cadets, all the staff - they knew to who where you belonged.

“L-Le-L-N-n-n” You managed, tongue thick and heavy in your mouth. You wanted to say no, tell him to stop, that you’d listen and be good and do whatever he said, if only he would please not do this.

But all your mushy syllables gained you was a violent slap to your rear, Levi seething. “How many times do I have to fucking tell you? Can’t do anything right, useless brat.”

And with that, he was pushing inside, forcing his way into your body, relentless and uncaring of the extreme pain he was putting you in.

A horrified wail tumbled from your lips, body jolting and spasming and struggling to lurch away from the assault, but Levi held you easily in place, exactly where he wanted you.

“Don’t, you brought this upon yourself.” He ground out, your walls squeezing the tip of his cock almost painfully, so tight and convulsing wildly as your body tried to force him out.

He was tired of talking, tired of trying to get through to you with words.

In no time, he was fully inside you, lube easing the way, blood joining and slicking your passage even more. As his hips pulled back, the gross mixture dripped to the bed below, staining his sheets. Levi was disgusted.

But he pushed forward, finding his rhythm with quick swings of his hips, pummeling your insides with barely a care for your wellbeing.

Maybe he was sick, but it felt good.

It felt good to see you in so much pain, mourning the choices you had made to lead up to this moment.

It felt good to feel you squeezing at his cock so intensely, body reacting in violent spasms that felt exciting and made Levi’s balls tingle.

Usually Levi would at least try to help you cum. A hand between your legs with he fucked you, fingers flicking against your clit. Having you ride him and control the pace so you could bounce until you reached your peak. Fingering you after your hole was loose and sloppy from his cock, curling his digits just so that they  rubbed against your G-spot and made you squirm on each thrust.

But now Levi had no desire to make you feel good. You had made him feel awful; he was just returning the favor.

Seeing you like this, struggling underneath him to stay conscious through the hurt, crying and sobbing his name even though the man had told you to shut your fucking mouth, taking what he dished out....

Levi felt warm.

That stupid, syrupy warmth rising in his chest, threatening to spill out his mouth by way of foolish words.

“I love you.” Is what he wants to say, press himself down until he’s flush with your back, mouth next to your ear so he can shamefully whisper it just so you can hear.

You’re in so much pain, writhing and jolting, clawing at the sheets - Levi doubts you’d even understand him if he said anything at this point.

So he lets his body talk for him, hips speeding up as he felt his balls tighten, cock twitching inside your hole and you screech in agony. He won’t drag this out any longer, you’ve learned your lesson, remembered who it is you’re supposed to love.

Levi grabs your hips, clutches onto you with white knuckles and pounds home, faster and faster until he feels himself let go, cock twitching wildly as your hole squeezes him down.

When he pulls out, the cum that drips down your thighs is tinted pink.

Levi’s reminded of the color of love.