#also clawing at the walls crying over adam.

[boygirlctommy]

ronans second secret was adam parrish. explodes and dies. badly

[erikatsu]

even when i'm not with you — blade

cw: gn!reader. hurt/some comfort(?). heavily implied depressive episode (reader). i am 100% projecting, idc. reader has hair long enough to play with. unedited. probably ooc blade.

note: i wasn't gonna post this, but i think we can all use the reminder that its okay to not be okay. aka i feel as if im bearing my soul rn LMAO.

BLADE is not a man of many words. he didn't enjoy meaningless small talk or even elaborate conversation. he simply preferred silence, unless you were the one doing the talking. and just as much, he hated it when you were silent. when you weren't going on about your newest interest or current hobbies, he knew something was wrong.

it wasn't like you to not greet him when he got back to hq, to not smile at him when he'd kiss the top of your head in response. silver wolf had mentioned you didn't seem to be your usual self, but he didn't realize how bad it was until he walked into the room you both shared. at first he thought you were sleeping, possibly due to the assignment you and silver wolf had been assigned to with sam while he was on the xianzhou. but when he sat down and leaned in to kiss your cheek, he realized you were awake and that you were just... staring at the wall.

he was worried before, and now he was also filled with guilt. it was not new to him, as you had your bad days– just like he did. he just hated he wasn't around to help you before it progressed into this. blade frowned, kicking off his shoes before laying down beside you. he pulled you into him, tucking you into his chest and holding you tight.

your lower lip quivered at his embrace, your eyes closing upon feeling the burning of tears that were threatening to spill. and as soon as he whispered, "it's okay, i'm here now", you couldn't hold them back. they fell down your cheeks, leaving glistening trails along your skin before they dripped onto his shirt.

at least you weren't numb yet.

you tried to reign in your emotions, but unfortunately he could tell by the way you were breathing that you were crying. he shushed you, pressing his lips against your hair before he played with the ends, "it's okay, let it out. don't keep it in."

but you didn't want to. you were sick of this feeling, and you were sick of getting into your own head. you had no reason to be this sad, or to feel sorry for yourself. yet... that thought could not break the chains that were tied around your ankles– keeping you shackled and nearly drowning within the depths of your own mind. no matter how hard you tried to claw at them, to break them free, you couldn't and that left you feeling even more trapped than when this had first started.

and you didn't even know when it started– that nagging feeling of worthlessness that had spiraled into the mess you were now. you'd pushed it away for so long and now it was coming back to bite you. your sense of time was skewed, your memory was getting weak, and your judgment was beginning to cloud. if something was not right in front of you, it did not exist and that could lead to mishaps just like what happened on the last mission you had been tasked with.

you'd been benched– elio believing that it was what was best until you got better– and that was what sent you over the edge.

you felt like a failure, and that you always would be one. you thought that the others were disappointed in you, when they were only concerned for your well being. that sinking feeling of not being good enough quickly turned into your heart dropping to your belly, completely breaking what little hope you had left. you had let them down, you were so mad at yourself, and you felt so guilty.

alone, all these thoughts bubbled up with your bottled emotions until they finally boiled over and took the lid with it.

you didn't even know how long you'd been holed up in bed. sam was constantly checking in on you, making sure you were taking care of yourself despite how adamant you were that you were fine, that you didn't need a babysitter, and that you could take care of your fucking self. but you couldn't, and that was the reality of it. if not for sam, blade would've been getting you into the shower while he made you something to eat as soon as he got back.

blade. you tried to hide your face against his chest, muffling a choked sob and a jagged inhale. you didn't deserve what little love he had left to give. didn't deserve to be held like this, to hear him humming a soft tune or feel his finger tips lightly tracing over your skin– much like you did with him when the mara flared up if kafka wasn't around. he deserved so much more than someone who was so... broken. he shouldn't have to comfort you when he had it much worse, but he would argue that demons were demons regardless of how they presented themselves.

he deserved someone who could make him feel more whole.

"im sorry," you tried to apologize, finally finding your voice. you hated being so vulnerable, so weak. you couldn't but to feel pathetic, crying over nothing like a child.

you went to sit up, causing him to follow suit. he caught you by the chin, gently turning you towards him so he could wipe away your tears. he shook his head, "don't apologize."

"but–"

he rubbed his thumb along your cheek, even though there was nothing more to wipe away, "there's no need to apologize for this, ever. we all have our own battles, but this does not mean you're losing yours. i will always be here to help, even if i'm not in person. i won't let you go through this alone."

you closed your eyes, more tears escaping before you finally nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your head on his shoulder. he squeezed you back just as tightly, murmuring in your ear, "always, sweetheart. in this life and the next."

[perfectsunlight]

(𝟒𝟕) - 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: mentions of harassment, bullying, death threats

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

“i can’t do it,” you repeated for the nth time that afternoon. you kept pacing back and forth, running a hand through your hair as your chest tightened from anxiety. ever since the harassment and death threats, you had been fearing this moment. 

the moment you would have to return to work with karina.

everyone was already accusing you of so much, and you tried to stay off the internet to avoid it, but then the in person harassment started. paparazzi being more invasive, strangers calling you all sorts of unkind names. 

it was all chipping away at you, piece by piece. and right now, you were about to crumble entirely.

“jimin, i can’t do it.” you whispered as the taller girl rushed into the room, eyes full of concern. 

the aespa leader immediately shut the door behind her and crouched next to you, putting a hand on your back.

“talk to me,” she whispered gently, eyes still focused on you. “what’s going on in that head of yours?”

your eyes brimmed with tears as you leaned against the wall, hunching over to try and catch your labored breath. everything was spinning, the room, your head, your stomach. it felt like you had been running a marathon with the way your chest rose and fell.

jimin’s heart broke at the sight. you were always so fearless, and yet here you were, absolutely crumbling in front of her.

your silence worried her, but when your head lifted up finally, tears were streaming down your face. it was a sight that karina had seen only once, and she never wanted to see it again. however, unfortunately, she had to. this time, she didn’t mind, though.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry, just go on stage without me.” you said in between shallow breaths. “i can’t do it, jimin i can’t.” the tears began flowing faster as you both heard in your ear pieces that you’d be on in 20 minutes.

your back slid down the wall as you struggled to breathe even more. the anxiety and pure fear were clawing at you. what if someone threw something at you? what if you got booed? what if people wanted to get violent with you?

every single worst case scenario kept replaying in your head, and you felt like the world around you was fading.

then you felt it. the all too familiar pair of arms that once held you every night, but for the first time in years, you were feeling them again.

jimin’s arms instinctively wrapped around your cowering figure as she sat next to you. her signature scent of lavender and vanilla filling your senses, distracting you for a split second from the raging war in your mind. 

“you’re okay, it’s okay…” she whispered softly, rubbing her hand up and down your back in a comforting manner. karina’s heart was aching because of how broken and scared you were, but it was also racing because this was the first time she had been this close to you in years.

you buried your face into her shoulder, and just let everything out. in that moment, you felt safe to do so. 

living in the dorms didn’t give you this safety. if anything it gave you privacy, but you could never let your members see you in this state. it would only break their hearts even worse. you felt terrible enough already for giving the group bad press, the last thing you wanted was to burden them with your feelings.

which was why you were able to just let the dam burst, and cry your heart out in the arms of karina.

“they all hate me, jimin.” sobs wracked your body as you continued to weep, which only resulted in the older girl pulling you closer to her so she could squeeze you tighter. 

“they have no idea what they’re talking about, y/n.” she replied firmly, adamant about the fact that you were being painted in the wrong light. “if they believe their own rumors over what me and your sister have said, then they are not people who deserve your love in the first place.”

you didn’t reply for a few minutes, simply letting your body weep and dwell in its sorrow that you had been keeping in for way too long. this was something no one else would ever be a witness to. no one other than karina and the four walls of the music bank dressing room in the back of the hallway would ever know about this moment.

your sudden quivering words brought jimin out of thoughts.

“i’m sorry, rina. i’m sorry for giving you and your relationship bad press, even if it is fake.” your sniffle was soft as you wiped your eyes with your hand, even though your eyes were still flowing with sadness.

karina couldn’t believe her ears. how could you blame yourself? none of this was your fault.

it was what you said next that made jimin’s heart shatter.

“maybe if you and i never dated, then none of this would have happened.” 

your tears started to flow again at the thought. but then you felt a dampness on your shoulder. confusion laced your features as you turned your head, only to see jimin’s eyes filled with tears.

“why…why would you say that?” she asked in disbelief, eyes full of concern and a few flashes of hurt. jimin saw your relationship as something sacred, something she would always cherish even though it ended. except, she thought you felt the same way.

you realized that what you said was a bold statement, but you clarified with a hoarse voice. “i meant that if i never would have confessed to you, we would not have dated, and we would not have to deal with this absolute mess right now. i wouldn’t be getting death threats, and maybe even you and minjeong would actually be together.”

silence fell between you two for a moment, but then karina finally spoke up.

“i would never trade what we had for anything, even now.”

you did for your debut. you wanted to answer, and karina could tell you were about to say it too, but she continued speaking before you could even get the chance. “to tell you the truth y/n? i was always interested in you.”

she took a deep breath and continued speaking softly, almost in a whisper. “when you and i first met, i was worried because you had no dance experience whatsoever. but despite all the bullshit they gave you, you kept going, and eventually you were outperforming even me and the other senior trainees.”

your mind was slowing down as jimin continued speaking.

“you have always been so resilient, so fearless. your group concept fits you so well, i can’t complain about not debuting with you anymore because of it. you are the most kind, compassionate, hard working person i know. they don’t know you well enough to judge you, especially since they don’t know what they’re talking about.”

she swallowed thicky before meeting your gaze once more. “i know you. i know the real you. 

“fearless, unstoppable, and someone who shines brighter than the sun. you are so unbelievably strong and i can’t imagine how scared you feel right now, but just know this.”

jimin cupped your face in her hands, a tint of red flushing her cheeks as she stared at you.

“you are the most fearless person i know. and i have always loved you for it.”

you opened your mouth to respond to her, but you were at a loss for words. karina always had a way with words, except this time you truly were reminded just how good she was. she always had a knack for this sort of thing, and it was nice to see she still was the same old jimin. in this aspect, at least.

“thank you, jimin.”

you whispered gratefully. for the first time that week, you felt peace in your heart and your mind. it felt as if everything was going to be okay. your cheeks heated up slightly when you realized that karina’s hands were still touching your face.

she seemed to notice and pulled them away, clearing her throat out of awkwardness. “sorry….” she chuckled timidly. 

you smiled and shook your head. “it’s alright…”

the stage managers told the both of you through your earpieces that you were needed onstage in 10 minutes, making you and jimin both smile at each other. 

you knew that jimin was the only person who could bring you back to earth like this. it was astonishing that she still could do that, even after all of these years. but as the aespa member stood up and stuck her hand out for you to take, you couldn’t help but smile softly as you took it.

you were fearless, and you would go out on that stage with a smile to face the raging storm ahead. but little did jimin know, that the only way you could be yourself, was not because of your own traits inherently.

rather, it was because of her. you were the sun, but jimin was the brightest star in your sky.

because even the sun doesn’t shine alone in the darkness.

┊┊┊┊⋆ ✧　 　 · 　 ✧　✵ ┊┊┊☆ *　　 * ⋆ ┊┊★ * ┊┊* . *　✦ ┊☆ ° ✧　 　 · ★*

you and jimin met as trainees before she debuted, and you two never felt more in love. however, once she breaks up with you before her debut, you completely leave SM entertainment under the notion of needing a fresh start. you eventually debuted a few years later in le sserafim, where you met huh yunjin and have slowly started developing feelings for the idol. much to karina's dismay, she hates to see you have moved on, but deep in your own heart, you still can't help but feel as if maybe she has forgotten about you.

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[ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 ]

[redeemers-and-dragons]

Redeemers: Greenest in Flames! Part 4

Temple Bell: RING. RING. RING.

Narration: The Temple of Chauntea is a large square building, made of fieldstone with a peaked slate roof. One of its two bell towers rings, catching a gleam of moonlight every swing, a cry for help. Several groups of masked men and kobolds surround the building, seeking to force their way in, or force the trapped townsfolk out. Jaune and Adam peer over the cobble stone wall that borders the sacred grounds to the south.

Jaune: *Holds onto his holy symbol, stemming his anger at the sight of a religious sanctuary being flagrantly defiled this way.* …What’s the count?

Adam: Two gray masks and six kobolds at the back door. Looks like they’re trying to start a fire.

Neon: *Slinks her way to their sides from the left.* I also got two gray masks and six kobolds with a battering ram at the front doors. There is also a really creepy guy with a white mask. Looks like the boss.

May: *Drops down from a tree from behind them* I also count a wandering parade of three gray masks, ten kobolds, and two guard drakes. Should be coming around the corner… now.

Narration: *On May’s que, a trio of men in masks slowly lead a procession of chanting kobolds, all either stomping their clawed feet and spears or banging their shields with their fists and blades. On either side of the line of kobolds prowls two dog-like reptile creatures that snap, growl, and foam at the mouth, wanting to tear apart anything that even looks their way.*

Gray Mask: *Beating a hand drum.* Do not be fooled by your false idols! Their promises cannot protect you anymore than these doors can. Only the Dragon Queen can spare you now…

Kobolds: Break. To. Bits! Burn. To. Ash! Break. To. Bits…!

The Party: *They watch as the procession turns the corner again, taking their chants of violence with them.*

Adam: Outnumbered 8 to 1. You don’t need to be a seasoned general to know those are unfavorable odds.

May: We just need to get the civilians out. By my calculations they’ll circle the church every eight minutes. That’d be a four minute window at best before the rest discover us attacking one side.

Neon: Well we better attack quickly, because I’m not totally confident in that front door holding for long.

Jaune: *He studies the group of invaders at the back piling hay and dried grass at the bottom of the heavy wooden door, thick smoke rising to the night sky* Alright, then here’s the plan…

~O~O~O~O~O~

Narration: *Caught up in their task of tending to the fire by the back door, many of the kobolds failed to notice the elementally charged crossbow bolt that zipped past them, striking the tinder pile. The resulting explosion sent a shower of burning debris into the air, accompanied by a thick cloud of blinding smoke that engulfed the area, leaving the kobolds and masked men disoriented and struggling to breathe.*

Gray Mask #1: *Cough! Cough* What the hell?

Adam: *Charges in from out of nowhere, shoulder checking the masked man flying straight into the wall of the temple so hard, you’d swear he cracked the stone.*

Gray Mask #2: *Coughs as she draws her hand crossbow on Adam, but has it immediately knocked out of her hand by a nun-chuck.*

Neon: *Spins her nun chuck and hits the Gray Mask right in the jaw, knocking her mask off, then immediately roundhouse kicks a kobold.*

Jaune: *Charges in and shield bashes a kobold then raises it against the spear of a different one, fending the kobolds off until the masks are dealt with.*

Gray Mask #1: *Coughs blood as he stumbles back to his feet, raising a poisoned dagger. Before he can strike, a crossbow bolt nails his arm to the wall. Before he can yell in pain, Adam knocks his head against the wall again, causing him to slump.*

Adam: *Grunts and wields his massive great sword in two hands and slashes through two kobolds in one swipe.*

Gray Mask #2: *Draws a hand ax and swings at Neon*

Neon: *Catches the arm and judo throws the woman over her shoulder*

May: *Runs up and hits the woman with the butt of her great crossbow, knocking her out.*

Jaune: *Gets stabbed in the arm by a kobold’s spear. He uses his sword to cut the spear in half and kicks the kobold back into the squad.* SLEEP! 

Kobolds: *The kobolds scramble to get back on their feet, but the spell has been done. Jaune points his sword at them, commanding them to sleep. Almost instantly, the kobolds start to drool and yawn, falling into a deep slumber before they even make it on their feet again.*

Jaune: *He can barely take a single breath before he orders the team back into action. There just wasn’t any time to waste now.* Adam, get the door.

Adam: *Nods before thrusting the tip of his great sword along the hinges of the thick wooden door. With a show of effort, the minotaur managed to pry the door out of the doorway, causing an uproar of screams and cries of terror from inside.*

Woman: They broke in!

Man: Get the women and children away from the door!

Jaune: *Runs in, weapon holstered and holding up his Talisman of Boldrei.* It’s okay! We won’t hurt you!

Preacher: *Signs a religious symbol in praise.* Oh thank Chanteau, a paladin! Are you here to rescue us?

Jaune: Yes. But we have to go, now! We’re going to the keep! Come on!

Narration: *The preacher urges the rest of the people in the temple to follow Jaune outside, and they obey as quickly as they can. Unfortunately, there were quite a few elderly and injured people amongst the crowd, making evacuation very time consuming. The front door began splintering and cracking under the battering of the invaders, and the chanting of the procession was coming closer towards the back of the temple.*

May: *Peering around the corner at the oncoming mob of hostiles. She dips back and grabs the discarded mask from the ground and a black coat from the unconscious woman, putting them both on.* Contingency time. You think you can out run a couple of drake hounds?

Neon: Please, leading things that want a taste of me on a chase is, like, my specialty. *Takes a quick moment to stretch her legs.*

Narration: *Just as the large group of masked men and kobolds were halfway to the back of the church, they were suddenly halted by the sight of a tabaxi sprinting across their path, and then jumped right on top of the stone wall surrounding the church* Wow! Didn’t know the Ugly Parade was in town! *Laughs and winks as she drops down out of view on the other side*

May: *Limps out in her disguise, bloodied and holding herself up against the side of the temple. She points to where Neon had run off to* What are you doing?! STOP HER! *Crumples down to her knee*

Narration: *Without waiting for an answer, there was a loud roar and the pair of drake hounds burst forth and bound over the stone wall after their prey, followed by the mob of kobolds that were excited for a hunt, and lastly followed by two of the gray masks giving orders to give chase. All that was left was one Gray Mask that rushed to May’s side.*

Gray Mask: *Helping May to her feet* What happened? How did they…? *Anyone could recognize the moment of realization in the man’s eyes even through his scaled mask. It was the very moment he saw the stream of villagers escaping through the back of the church, and also the second before May slit his throat with a knife.*

May: *Covers the man’s mouth with one hand, and wraps an arm around his waist to pull him back around the corner with her before any of the other’s saw. She leaned him up against the wall before taking off her mask and helping with the evacuation.*

Adam: *As the invaders were making headway on the front doors of the temple, he would lift up entire pews and stack them right in front of it to slow them down.* We don’t have much time, Knight!

Jaune: *Ushering an old lady out* This is the last of them! We can-

Narration: *The front doors of the temple managed to be broken open with a loud crash, allowing a man in a White Mask to push his way in, along with a couple kobolds following in behind*

White Mask: You dare stand against the might of the Dragon Queen?! Infidels!!

Adam: *Hefts his great sword* I’ve been called worse.

Jaune: *Draws his long sword* You defile sacred grounds. Drop your weapon or redemption will be out of your grasp.

White Mask: *Draws a large dagger shaped like a jagged icicle* The only thing I wish to grasp is your frozen heart! *Swings his blade, sending a magical spike of ice towards Adam*

Adam: *Tries to duck out of the way, but his large frame was an easy target. The icicle sunk into his shoulder, then shattered into crystalized fragments that rained onto Jaune before he could raise his shield.* GAH!

White Mask: *Smirks* Can’t handle a little bit of ice-?

Jaune: *Channels Divinity* Rebuke the Violent!

White Mask: Huh-? *Before the man had a chance to respond, a brilliant, radiant light emanated from Adam's wounded arm, and gleamed onto White Mask's own arm, aligning perfectly with the spot where the spell had struck. In an instant, the masked man's arm erupted into a blinding explosion of searing, radiant burns.* GAAAH!!!

Adam: *Roars at the top of his lung and charges forward, dragging his great sword into an uppercut that slashes right through the middle of the White Mask and sends him flying up towards the ceiling before landing in a bloody heap on the pile of pews by the door. This sight alone was enough to send the kobolds retreating right back through the front entrance.*

Jaune: *Runs to Adam’s side* Adam! Are you ok?

Adam: *Looks down at his frostbitten and badly slashed arm* Heal it later. We have to move.

Jaune: *Still looks worried but nods as the two of them rush out the back*

~O~O~O~O~O~

Narration: *It took a few minutes for Jaune and Adam to catch back up with the refugees, now hiding by the river with May.*

May: *Looks at Adam’s arm* Shit, what happened to you?

Adam: It’s just a scratch, I’ll be fine.

Jaune: *Sighs* We’ll heal it later, right now-

Narration: *All of a sudden the sound of rustling bushes came from behind them, causing all three adventurers to turn their weapons on the source.*

Neon: *Limping out* Jeez, not even a hello for your favorite girl?

Jaune: Neon! Did you get hurt?!

Neon: No big whoop. Guess those ugly lizard dogs were a little faster than I thought, but I gave them a few good kicks and then the slip. We get everyone?

May: *Nods* Yes. We managed to get everyone out, and then some. *She gestures to a pair of townspeople keeping a hold on the once masked woman they had knocked out in the initial fight, now trying to curse through a gag and pulling at the ropes that bind her hands.*

Adam: You took a prisoner.

Neon: The heck you bring her along for?

May: I figured it was time for us to start getting some answers. This group is clearly well organized and highly motivated by some sort of cause - it's imperative that we know who we are dealing with.

Jaune: *Takes a moment to take in this new development.* May is right. We are not dealing with regular raiders here. When we get back to the keep, we need to interrogate her for whatever information we can get.

Neon: Well, Detective. Who’s gonna play Good Cop and Bad Cop?

[sparklewww]

I'm curious about your lonely Mark au. Can you tell a bit about it?

“Lonely Mark” is a tmc AU, in the genre of indie horror games, but at the same time, I want to make not only an rpg game, but also a comic for it. Now I'm making music for it, animations and revealing characters!

The whole narrative comes from the face of Mark, who found himself in an impossible situation: all his friends, in turn, began to disappear. (Cesar, Adam and Jonah)

He became very nervous for them, complained to the police so that they would start searching, but as Thatcher and Ruth himself said, they could not find the reason for the disappearance of these three. Desperate Mark, locks himself in his room and suffers from loneliness there. His room used to be bright, but from day to day it became darker and darker. Mark began to hear voices outside his walls and in his head, alternatives began to come to him, who began to constantly look at him. Sometimes even, he felt that his room seemed to be "moving" and as if it had come to life with its own life. But most likely it was already his hallucinations, since then he had already become crazy from loneliness and despair.

But one day changed everything.

Mark, who was able to find the strength, raised his head and went to the curtain, which was clearly hiding something behind it. Mark opened it, and saw a hole inside which there were human limbs (Eyes, mouths, hands, and even flesh). He did not have time to come to his senses as slimy clawed hands came out of there and greedily took Mark with them, sending him into a nightmarish world.

A couple of hours later, Mark found himself in a deep forest, and then his dangerous adventures began. On the way, he will meet alternatives, important notes left by his acquaintances, and much more.

But the most important thing is that it is there that Mark will first meet Adam and Jonah, but now they have become ghosts, since they said that they are already dead and their bodies are rotting here somewhere. Mark began to cry from the fact that he was too late to help them, but they said that everything would be fine, and now they are ready to help Mark get out of here alive. And the most important thing is to save Cesar, and the fact is that he is not dead, his body was absorbed under the control of the alternative, and therefore he is considered the "Biggest nightmare" in this alternative world. And earlier, as Adam also said, if Mark successfully leaves this place together with Cesar, then Adam’s and Jonah's souls will be released and they will go to heaven. Therefore, all hope lies on Mark, only he can save all three.

We also have Thatcher, Ruth, Gabriel, over Dave I'm still thinking, maybe he'll play some role here

Thank you so much for asking, it's very important for me!!! If you have any other questions, feel free to ask me :]]]

Also, thank you very much for the fanarts to my friends!!!!💕💕💕💖💖💖❤️❤️ ><

[davenweenie]

Lab Rats Headcanons

Except most of them are about Chase.

-Chase is grandma Rose’s favourite step-grandchild, Leo is obviously her favourite all around.

-the Davenport-Dooley’s have never met Donald and Douglas’s parents, I don’t think they ever will for many reasons.

-Chase used to be insecure about being short but now that he’s older he sees it as an advantage during fights and battles because he’s hard to catch/can get low enough to avoid hits from taller opponents. He’s also ‘slippery’ aka fast and quick, can get out of the hold of an opponent pretty quickly.

-Chase has a search engine in his brain, like he can literally look up answers to questions in less than seconds. He’s like a human Google.

-Chase hates Spike, despises would actually be a better word. He hates that Adam, Bree and Leo trigger Spike on the occasion because they think it’s funny (*cough* their first day at school *cough*). He wakes up not knowing what happened, what Spike has done, who he’s hurt and what property he’s damaged and it’s terrifying not knowing.

-Spike made an appearance during their time in the Elite Force. Chase’s Commando App was triggered by a news station that had made awful remarks about the EF (about Skylar and Bree’s relationship more specifically, they were very homophobic to them) and Chase had just gotten so angry that it triggered Spike to come out. He ended up ripping the TV off the wall, smashing it to pieces and basically going on a rampage. Chase is glad that Spike couldn’t figure out how to get down into Mission Command. It took about an hour for him to calm down enough that the app disengaged. It was a lot of explaining to do to his teammates.

-Chase and Kaz once got chased by the paparazzi, Kaz flipped them off as he ascended to the heavens (well, the skies of Centium City) with Chase in his arms who was laughing a lot. Thank the wonderful world of being able to fly.

-the Elite Force all saved up to get tickets to see Harry Styles for Bree’s birthday, they could have quite easily got the money from Mr Davenport but they wanted it to feel more meaningful because they had to work hard to save up for it.

-Chase struggles a lot going to concerts, meet and greets, shows etc because of his super senses. He’s found ways to cope better but it’s still always a struggle.

-to follow that, everyone tries to play music at a low volume for Chase’s sake. He always feels bad about it but they all assure him that they’d rather he feel comfortable in his own home than stress him out by playing loud music.

-the Rats never had toys when they were younger, they had to figure out how to play by themselves which often ended up with Chase getting hurt somehow. Falling over because he was going chased by someone with super speed, getting thrown around by someone with super strength just to name a few.

-Tasha and Leo were distraught to find out that they never had toys or teddies/stuffed animals so they took all three of them to Build-a-Bear and they each got a teddy. Chase got a frog, only because they had ran out of Pokémon ones but he loves that thing so much, it sits on the edge of the glass in his capsule and he named it Greta after Greta Thunberg.

-Chase finds a kitten in a dumpster on the way home from the shop/store one day, he heard it crying and clawing to try and get out with his super hearing. He takes it back to the penthouse with him and cleans it up. He didn’t have any plans to keep it, he was going to take it to a shelter or give it to someone he knew would take care of it but as soon as he dried it off and wrapped it in a blanket he knew that he couldn’t let it go.

-he finds out that it is in fact a he. He names him Tesla after Nikola Tesla. It also pisses him off so much that people think he named him after the car because he hates Elon Musk.

-Tesla is a calico cat with heterochromia. Kaz keeps telling Chase that it was destiny that he found Tesla because of their matching eyes. Chase keeps telling him he thinks it’s bs though.

I have fallen in love with this cat hc. Let me know if you want more of Tesla because I love him.

[cebwrites]

Severing rotted roots

law and yamato help their respective partners through the decision to be rid of toxic “family”

gn reader, cw: abusive parents word count: 1.7k

You pace your room, chewing on your bottom lip. You’re not sure if you want to cry or scream, but there is a mounting urge to break something. Your eyes gloss over the area absentmindedly and shake your head. No, not worth it.

This is the last straw, you tell yourself, you won’t take it anymore. Not the disrespect, not the belittling, not the constant undermining of your dignity and autonomy. You’re done, enough of their cruel games and power plays. The only issue is breaking it to the person that’s gradually ruined your life since as far as you could remember.

Law

Your captain finds you faced down on your bed when he enters - he’d asked Bepo earlier to inquire about your whereabouts during dinner but you sent the polar bear away with incessant refusal to explain

Now, the crew was worried, and Law wasn’t going to silence or an empty stomach for an answer

He’d knock and announce that he was coming in, stubbornly seating himself in the chair you’d spent hours in working until you at least looked at him, waiting for you to answer the question hanging in the air

When that doesn’t work, he begins “lightly” jabbing you with Kikoku’s handle instead

You sit up with a disgruntled squawk, huffing at your captain’s pettiness

Law spares you a twitch of a smile, but it’s brief

“Wanna explain why you’ve been avoiding chores, meals, and cooping yourself in here all day?”

You give him an obvious look of ‘no’ but also knew that whenever your boyfriend was this adamant something, you’d have better luck drawing blood from stone than getting him to change his mind

In this case, rightfully so, since it seemed to pertain to your emotional state, you start gnawing on the tip of your nail, chipping it’s polish

“__, talk to me. I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong.”

He puts his hand on your thigh and you don’t pull away, but aren’t looking at his face either

You fight the sting behind your eyes and curse the way your cheeks flare up whenever you get like this, it makes you feel weak and you can’t stand it, especially not in front of them

Law’s gaze softens; he’s familiar with this emotional struggle and retracts his hand, he doesn’t leave entirely but does allow you space, you curse as you angrily wipe the moisture from your eyes, refusing to look at your captain or let him see your face

You’re grateful for such a patient partner, eventually composing yourself enough to be comfortable with letting him in - you call out his name and you have all his attention, it’s never left since the moment he entered your room - Law gets the message; he shuffles his boots to sit with you against the wall, you hesitantly seat yourself between his legs and he lets you

Though you thought you’d put a lid on them earlier, the tears start once more as you explain the situation at home to your captain, about the conditions that lead you to flee in the first place, how your parent would act on the surface to others and the wretched person they were to you alone - ice fill Law’s veins at the recollection of each horrible memory

You end it off with a strained chuckle, sniffling as you tell him that setting out to sea was the best decision you ever made because you were miserable there and besides, it eventually lead you to him, to this crew - to your real family, the fact that your parent was trying to sink their claws back into you now, to “fix” your life of piracy, is only a testament to how they never cared in the first place 

At least not for the person you really were, only the one they wanted you to be - the version of a child that never existed to begin with that only served to live in your parent’s head as an ideal to compare you to, someone you’d never be

He’s hesitant to accept this as the end to it and offers if there’s anything he or the Heart Pirates at large could to, brushing your hair aside to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, arms wrapped tightly around you You feel safe here in his arms, you’ve never been happier in fact, but now that your past rears it’s ugly head again in the form of your parent threatening to call the navy on your new family even, you think about all the unhappiness and anguish from that accursed island that lead you down this path in the first place - the path of a ‘filthy pirate’, in their words. Red flashes in your vision for a moment, thinking about how those people having the gall to refer to your real family like that, the folks who took you in and cared for you when they’d shunned you out. You lift your head from Law’s chest, taking comfort in the steady beat of your partner’s heart as you wiped the last of the tears from your eyes - right, your mind was made. “They threatened us with the navy if I didn’t comply. A threat on our crew, captain.” Law raises an eyebrow, almost as if it were a challenge to accept, you make yourself comfortable in the crook of his neck, feeling the curl of that mischievous smile against the crown of your head as your partner gives it another kiss. “Yeah? Lets torch it to the ground.”

Yamato

He knows a thing or two about tyrannical parents

Getting to that point with him, though, could be a little tricky depending on how much you want to open up

Dense as he may appear (or is) sometimes, Yamato’s got a keen eye for sniffing out your emotions, especially if you’re feeling down

Like any good boyfriend, he wants to cheer you up! He wants to make you smile that gorgeous smile of yours again

When all his usual antics don’t work, he gets worried, even more so when you start putting on a fake smile and letting others around you not to fret because everything’s fine, really

Yamato doesn’t buy it, and he’s going to hound you for the real answer until you cough it up, no matter how much you try to push him away or dodge the subject he’s still hot on your tail

It’s not until you put your foot down and proper tell him to leave you alone that he pauses for a minute and straightens up, you immediately regret raising your voice like that but your body moves of it’s own accord and before you know it you’re running in the opposite direction; Yamato doesn’t follow you this time

You feel it’s deserved

Over the next few days, you hear snickers and whispers of a ‘lover’s spat’ between Kaido’s son and his partner, some rumors even going so far as to say that you were nothing more than a fling that he lost interest in once you started disobeying the “young master’s” will

You bite your tongue and hold your head up high at every turn, you had enough to put up with once you got home, you couldn’t afford to let the opinions of some replaceable lower grunts who didn’t know any better affect your judgement

Easier said than done, though

You cross paths with Yamato again after another screaming match with your parents that leaves you emotionally, physically, drained and worse for wear

He knocks his sandal against the tree you’ve managed to climb up on and wordlessly opens his arms once he has your attention

You leap into his embrace without hesitation, apologizing over and over again for your outburst last week while the stream of tears start once more and you try your best to coherently explain the reasons you’ve been so agitated lately, how you he’s the last person you meant to hurt but being around them - your supposed “guardian”, just made you feel so helpless and miserable

Through all of this, he’s attentive and patient, he hangs on every word, smoothing out your hair, situating you snugly between his legs as he makes himself comfortable against the tree’s trunk

There’s an unreadable look on his face when you look up at him after, staring far off into the distance, hand still cradling your head to the crook of his neck - you hedge a question if he’s still mad at you and he springs back to life, denying all possibly

“What?! __, I’d never be mad at you, not for this of all things!”

He takes your hands in his and you can see the sincerity in his eyes, how desperately he wants to convey these feelings to you, you allow yourself a breath of relief and a small mirthless chuckle

Instantly Yamato relaxes upon seeing your smile again, he cups your cheek and your lips meet after what feel like an eternity apart during this brief rift between the two of you - you pray that it’s the last

For a long while, he just holds you in silence, and you let him, loved and safe in his wonderful, big strong arms

You would begin to drift if not for the rumble in his chest He starts telling you about how he spent his childhood, locked away after that fateful day 20 years ago, and how he’s been cursed by these shackles ever since; his dreams to see the world, his hopes that you’d be willing to join him, his yearning to finally leave this godforsaken island. You understand the sentiment all too well. “__, what do you want to do? You know I’ll be here for you, no matter what you choose.” His eyes are glazed over again as he speaks, but you know you have Yamato’s undivided attention, alongside his unconditional love. You push a lock of your boyfriend’s strangely colored hair behind his ear, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek; his smile returns. “I want to confront them.” He takes your hand in his, palm callous but warm. “Okay, lets go.”

[hoodiehydra]

A Sea Of Tears

Kinda back in the writing game so...

Saw this from @jinxic a little while ago

Characters: Agoti (and mention of others but they're not there)

Prompt: Agoti has a panic attack in the middle of an ocean

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Water.

The rushing of water was all Agoti could hear, and usually he would pretend it wasn’t there, taking it as white noise, pretty much ignoring it. He stared at the white walls of the boat, no, fancy cruise, hating every second of it. This wasn’t gonna be the sequel of the Titanic or anything, fuck no. He hated water, he couldn’t even go in water. He could short-circuit and die. 

Why was he even here? Usually, he also had his family, but they weren’t here. The Dearests had successfully convinced him that going on a cruise for autographs to his fans would be brilliant for his career, even though he hated it. Yes, he did mention that he literally couldn’t be in water, even if he wanted to, but they persisted in making him board the boat by bribing him. How much, exactly? Twenty thousand dollars. It was a chunk of money, and it was all too tempting for Agoti to resist. Besides, the cruise was only for a day, he would survive, right?

That’s what he thought, but Solazar was adamant on letting him go. Every single way Agoti tried to convince Solazar to let him go, his manager/ father would only disagree. It wasn’t safe for the digidevil, and everyone knew that. Even the Dearests. 

They didn’t care, however, and only continued to push Agoti to go on with this, which he blindly followed. This was one of his dumbest ideas yet, but you couldn’t blame him. He couldn’t understand the riskiness of the situation.

This only brings us back to his current situation, which was him, curled up in his small little cabin. The Dearests didn’t bother giving him anything much, despite there being a few VIP rooms available. Agoti had the perfect view of the sea, which he hated so much.

Black tears streamed down his face as he sobbed into the mattress, clawing at the sheets and making strangled sounds, hissing occasionally like a cat. He was squeezing his eyes closed, breathing unsteady and deep. With shaking fingers and trembling thighs, he forced himself to get up, breaths shallow and quick. Standing weakly, his eyes were now a slight grey, stained from black tears, lips quaking, teeth gritted and tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth, throat tingling and numb. Small whimpers could be heard from him, and his fists clenched even tighter.

With blurry eyes, he forced himself out of the cabin to sign the napkins, notebooks and hands of his obsessed fans, grimacing internally but forcing a smile the whole time. He adored his fans, he really did, but he didn’t have the energy or bravery to do this today. 

“Could you sign my notebook?”

“Sign my arm! No, my back!”

“Mr Andromeda, do you have any words for your fans?

“I love your music, please sign this book for me, please?”

Demands and praises surrounded him, and he could feel his energy drain away at every single one he was forced to comply and acknowledge. Had he known better, he would have rejected this deal instantly. Each painful second had him feeling more impatient for this to end, but the long queue of fans made him feel like giving up. It felt like headache after headache, and his thoughts were getting fuzzy and he felt so faint. Legs shaking and pen wobbling in his grasp, he finally signed the last autograph for a fan of his. 

“Thanks for the support!” He flashed them the most dazzling grin he could manage, one that didn’t quite match the lack of energy in his eyes. Lack of energy didn’t even describe it. It was like…

You know, the feeling where you want to scream and cry your lungs out and throw every single object you see because all you know in that moment is pure fear and frustration, without an escape or any comfort and no way to distract yourself from it because the feeling looms over you like a shadow in the sunset, so tall and long, and the only way to escape is to wait for the dark to fully consume you to blind you from it temporarily, but the dark’s equally terrifying as the shadow is, if not worse, and dawn feels like such a long time before it happens and you’re just so impatient for it you, feel like you’re going insane and you want to rip your throat out just to fight the pain with more pain-

And you spiral.

But you can’t because there’s people that look up to you, that you have to be a role model for, that you have to impress, that you have to obey, and you have no other choice but to compress it and pretend that there’s no such thing as outbursts, like there’s no such thing as a limit because you’re trapped and taped down to the ground and it’s such a struggle because that tape is you, and you’re holding yourself in a vice-grip and you can’t stop it, because it’s you. It’s you and you can’t stop yourself because how would that even happen, and you can’t do anything but deal with it as it slowly drowns you, the overwhelming pressure and the feeling that no one that genuinely cares about you to help.

It swallows you up, feels suffocating, even. But what could he even do? He’s practically helpless, and he couldn’t swim away, no matter how much he wanted to. First of all, the distance was too far from shore, and another thing; he can’t swim. He’d die in the water before he could even start paddling to shore. Electrified in the water, doomed before the waves could even push him to shore. He had no idea where “shore” was, and god, he could see the news headlines then. In big, bold letters, just 7 words plastered on the top of the papers: DIGIDEVIL CELEBRITY, DEAD AND WASHED ON SHORE.

The talk of the city it would be, but he would have been crazy to let that happen. Fuck, and what would his family think? They’d be so angry and disappointed, upset and distraught beyond imagination. What would that mean for his reputation, too? 

He paused, taking a deep breath, then another, until he was huffing and puffing and felt even more out of breath than earlier. He was breathing, but he wasn’t actually breathing. Just gasping for air. Take in air, heave out air. Air in, air out. Keep breathing.

His vision was blurry, and he couldn’t focus on anything more and he felt small zaps of electricity zip around his body, which hurt more than it usually did, as black, greasy tears rolled down his face. Shaking and shivering and panting, he didn’t expect this from a luxury cruise.

“Dad…?” Agoti pitifully whimpered out, his voice cracking slightly from how dry it felt, and how wet his face was. 

Silence.

Right, he was all alone. 

All alone.

All alone, until dawn arrived.

Until then, he’d just continue to fumble in the dark with that faint flashlight called “hope” in his hands to keep him company.

[goobiegoobert]

Hi, I really love your writing it's awesome!

Could you please write more Monty x female reader Nsfw?

(You don't have to if you don't want to!)

🥬- Kale anon ( If that's okay?)

Twist 'n Shout ____________________

A/n: Tysm!!! It's super sweet of you to say that, I'm glad it's enjoyable <3 Also, it's no issue welcome to the anon list Kale! 18+ post minors DNI with this one, you will be blocked Warnings: Use of pet names [baby girl / sugar / sweet thing], dom/sub dynamic, teasing, mentions of orgasm denial, degradation, the usage of daddy once ____________________

The greenroom on Glamrock row was always busy, you knew this, even at the dead of night when everything was closed this area was in constant usage. With that in the back of your mind, it truly made the way Monty gripped your hips flat against him all the more exciting. Green might have not been your favorite color but sitting beneath the dim lights your body doused inside and out by the lovely shade, hardly able to keep up with your own steamed breaths laboring out between drenched moans. Each increasing press of your bodies together made your spine shiver at the cool metal hitting your back, Monty's head resting on top of yours comfortably. A glint of mischief within his eyes, one hand removing itself from your rocking waist up to your chin directing your attention up to look back into your eyes through the mirror at this, tears had brimmed your eyes body flushed hot from need simply wanting to get off on your own, it'd been a bet between you two that he was the only one who could get you to your climax. So working your ass off trying to hit that gummy spot within your walls repeatedly to get you over the edge, it didn't help that Monty was adamant about holding you so close to him with a sly demeanor within their lazy actions. ❝ You can do s'much better than that girlie, c'mon, show me you were right baby girl. �� You wanted to hit him for being such an asshat but you could help but whine at him, your thighs burned heavenly and a sense of exhaustion loomed up ahead, god he'd never let this down if you quit now. But oh so blissfully did you want to release and to be held for a good while and this would take forever if you didn't, squirming at his butterfly touches fanning across your stomach and to your thighs as a blissful pain began to set within as Monty dragged the sharp claws across your delicate skin enough to see the dark hue of liquid drip along with the spread of your thighs beneath the fluorescent green. ❝ Say the magic word sugar, and 'm all yours. ❞ God did tempt you beyond anything at his remark, and now you just wanted anything. Something that would numb your mind until tomorrow morning. Monty would be the cure for that, something to ease the fire burning you down to nothing but a puddle as you'd whine out pitiful noises arms reaching up to cling against Monty's shoulders but that damn conniving voice lowly whispered in your ear you could feel the shit-eating grin he must have right now and that made your brain seethe at this. ❝ Use your words sugar tits. Can't do nothin' if I don't hear you, now can I? ❞ The gator's hands gripping your hips to still any movements or momentum you'd attempted to build up for so long. Groaning in frustration at this your tears of frustration spilled over crying out what he had been wanting to hear, begging him to move or anything. Admitting your defeat. Deep laughter from Monty eloped your mind as you'd been flipped over to press flat against his couch, looming above you with a snarl and puff of air, if you paid any attention you could see the steam coming out of his nose at that. ❝ Good job, sweet thing, now let daddy take care 'f you.. ❞

[littlefreya]

Sorry Freya, I feel like I'm letting the team down. I just can't seem to get on board with this new Henry in stockings kink. 😫

Maybe I need more pictures or a story or two to understand why its so hot. It might really help me out. 🤣🤣🤣

Yes this is a sneaky way of asking for a smutty story of sub Henry wearing stockings.

Summary: Henry suggests a little game of switching and you decide to stretch the limits...

Pairing: Sub!Henry Cavill x Reader (no description of ethnicity or body type)

Words: 1k, IDK how this happened.

Warning: RPF, 18+, Cunnilingus (Oral performed on a lady), man wearing stockings, SubMale / FemDom, powerplay.  

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it or parts it.

A/N: Alright, you evil Minx!!! You want it? You got it!!! I hope I am doing this new kink justice and writing femDom which is not my expertise but still I try! Blaming @viking-raider​ for tagging me on the photo. :D 

Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed my work. 🖤

Lace

For one night only, he wanted to taste it, to feel the way you do - surrendered to someone's darkest desires like a marionette entangled in tendrils of lace woven by greedy fingers.

Not only you complied to dominate him, but you also wanted more, entertaining the fact of dressing him like a sex pet, the way he would fetishes you, to which he agreed without even an arch of an eyebrow. 

Sitting on an antique velvet chair, you cooled your nerves with a sip of red wine while Henry hid in the boudoir to get ready. Truthfully, you feared an absurd outcome. Perhaps the stockings were a bit too much? But then you snuffed these concern away as the demigod walked through the door and leaned against the wooden frame with a sultry grin tugging his lips. 

The way these thigh-stockings wrapped his legs made your inner walls milk around an empty void. 

There he was, virile in ways fairytales depicted beasts - a werewolf of a man - with dark fur peppering his torso and his thighs thick and muscular. One would think he carried rocks on his back. 

"Oh..." 

How could a man appear even more masculine while wearing a woman's clothing? 

The sight bludgeoned your mind, making you spread your legs under an unholy display to expose the wet patch that doused your panties. 

Some habits die hard. 

With the curl of your finger, you signalled him closer and watched how he moved; the hefty package nestled in a black jockstrap twitched and shifted heavily, the stains of his arousal almost matched yours.

He stopped mere inches away from you, his groin close enough for you to nuzzle, the musk of his cock brimming water on your tongue. But you battled the natural urge to serve and instead allowed both your palm and eyes descend over the sheer silk that choked his sturdy thighs.  

"So smooth," you hummed and grazed your teeth along your bottom lip, "do you like how it feels like, pet?"

Henry parted his lips to speak but then groaned with surprise as your hand smacked his rear without warning. 

You'd pay for this later...

"I like the way you look at me in these," he admitted with his Adam Apple bobbing up and down as your fingers greedily roamed up and down the thin material, worshipping every curve of muscle and sinewy tendon. You slipped your nails below the hem and teased him but then pulled your touch away.

"Get to your knees." The words slipped from your mouth unnaturally. Odd what strength they held, for you sensed an immediate surge of power, yet Henry's chest puffed with a silent protest, not accustomed to being spoken to in such manner. Still, he knelt before your spread-open legs, tongue drenching his lips as he faced your covered sex.

"You smell so good..." he admitted with a sharp inhale and swallowed the sudden dryness in his throat.  

"Then take these off and taste me."

Henry huffed at your command, resisting the desire to flip you over the armchair and fuck you mercilessly.

'Wouldn't that be an interesting sight? A man in lace and silk stockings punish-fucking his nymph of a wife. Perhaps later...' 

His hands nearly shook with furious anxiety while reaching for your hips. Slowly he peeled your panties away and then took each of your legs and placed them on his shoulders. A dark glint cascaded his cobalt eyes, meeting your gaze in fervour before he began lining your dew-dripping entrance with tender pecks.

Deeply, you moaned, the tension in your shoulders slumping to your gut and your hips sensually adulated to meet the kiss of his velvety lips. The sight of his curly mane between your thighs, of his back broad and arching, and the lace-clad knees scraping the floor descended a secondary wave of excitement upon you, and your walls further strained.

"Fuck..."

Devoted, Henry mapped the shape of your slit, first gazing his mouth and stubbly chin along the seams and then his tongue lasciviously savoured at the dew offered by your succulent flesh. The instinct to tease and control you dulled his senses, making him coax you into a puddle with long, languid licks that traced you smoothly from edge to edge. His lips wrapped around your clit in a shy suckle, pulling pathetic mewls of burning desperation from your sternum. 

Submit. You want to submit.

It took every drop of blood within you to resist surrender. Obstinate, you laced your fingers through his hair and stuffed his face hard against your cunt. 

"Fuck me with your tongue, now!"

His wrath blew hot against your mound, breath shuddering with resentment, his powerful tongue spread open and plundered your walls. You were to pay for this later, there was no doubt, yet as his tongue slipped in and out and his lips sucked on your petals, whichever irrational fears you had was bid farewell.  

Gasping and panting, you threw your head back, your claw mounted his head, taming the beast and riding his face while manoeuvring him harder against your mound. Down on his knees, Henry found both passion and aggression, earnestly feasting between your thighs. He despised the loss of control, vowing that once he'd have you come all over his face, he would later fuck your throat sore and make you lose your ability to speak for days.

But then his tongue grazed a spot in you that forced your entire body to writhe, and a helpless cry tore from your throat. Clutching on the cheeks of your rump, he spread them wide and hauled you wholly against his mouth. His tongue buried deep between your quivering walls, and then for a moment only, you were his helpless little pet, reduced to nothing in his arms.

Drinking every drop of your pleasure, he carefully pulled away, and wiped his chin with the back of his mouth.

"Oh god," you gasped and hissed, peering down at him through heavily hooded eyes.

"Good boy."

Henry beamed at your praise, but more so at the sight of you - utterly ruined by the might mouth. As his knees began to ache, he laid your legs down on the ground and rose to tower above you. His hands fixed the thigh-stockings over his hairy flesh and reached for the jockstrap to pull out his heavy cock.

"Ever had a man wearing stockings fuck your face, pet?"

[jjungkooksthighs]

Claws of Carnality | jjk (8)

Pairing: alpha jungkook x omega reader

Genre: smut, fluff and angst, abo/werewolf!au, soulmate!au, fantasy!au 

Rating: 18+ / nsfw

Word Count: 7.8k  we really can’t ever have a short chapter around here smh

Summary: Alacrity augments you in the aftermath of your alpha’s perfervid performance and in his subsequent summoning of you, neither of you can stave off sin from overwhelming you in the desire for each other that consumingly captures the wolf and his mate. 

Warnings: alpha!jungkook, possessive!jungkook, jealous!jungkook, dom!jungkook, sub! reader, omega!reader, mentions of breeding/ruts/heats, mentions of blood, slick and pre-ejaculatory production, scenting, dirty talk (lbr I love that shit), praising, fingering (just a smidge), grinding, fellatio (cock sucking), cock worship (just a bit), breast/nipple play, nipping, sucking, begging, muscle kink, scratching, cum eating, manhandling, cursing, wet and messy sex (kind of), size kink, hair pulling, impreg kink, dual orgasms 

A/N: So, this chapter took a bit longer to get out due to graduate applications, schoolwork and inclement weather that took out my Wi-Fi, lol. It also went through a series of deletions because I felt self-conscious after the original posting of chapter seven, but eventually, it came along to what I had pictured in my mind despite the rework to the style of this chapter that I hoped to make easier for you guys to read with lessened uses of terminology/vocabulary. Also, I’m not the best at writing this type of smut, so please go easy on me! 

Oh, and the gif that you guys see at the top? That’s Jungkook’s outfit inspiration for what he wears at the end of the chapter. :)

As always, please share with me your thoughts about my work! There is no greater reward to writing than seeing what your readers think of what you spent so much time to create. I am eager to know what you guys make of my story, so please don’t hesitate to let me know what your thoughts are because I love to hear it!

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Meekness muddies you in the solid substratum of it that settles over your throat as you try to keep from liquifying under your alpha’s scorching gaze that leaves no part of you unscoured by its high heat.

 It muffles you to a mutter as you struggle to swallow what little spittle has not dried up in your mouth at the parching sight of him as you manage, “Alpha….what are you doing?”

 There had been something else you’d wanted to ask him, but in the roots that tangle thoughts around him, your perception is twisted by your peripheral field that extends only for the half nude man that looks fixedly at you.

 Jungkook smirks before cocking his head to the side in quick movement in a display of avid amusement before he utters, “Is it not obvious to you, pretty? I’m stripping and shedding myself of the clothing I wore to entice you. It has served its purpose,” He turns to pierce you with a dark glare as he leans back on the wooden table behind him, the burled brawn of his arms bearing his weight as he leans back on them while his supple skin shines with the sweat that sluices it as he taunts, “I no longer require them here. Others may look at me, but no one but you, my mate, shall ever be able to touch me.”

 You whine a that, your silver irises interspersed with golden streaks shimmering over him as they sliver down from perfectly plump lips that have spoken such sweet nothings to you and bedecked you in his brand as your hand absentmindedly rises to lay over the purpled petal he’d made ascend amidst the garden of you in his efforts to tend to his terrace.

 You trail your visage over to the Adam’s apple that juts proudly out from the column of his neck, an irrational urge sprouting to life within you in the need to nip it for daring to sweetly stick out like the ripest berry from the sturdiest stem you’ve ever laid your eyes upon.  

 You lick at your dried lips that are not slicked against the tongue that tries to wet them from the arid desert of your mouth that your alpha radiates away from you as your sight slides lower until it settles over the bodacious bough of his chest that branches brashly with muscles along every inch of him, your fingers twitching in remembrance of how strong and sinewy he’d been under your digits as you’d brushed them against him.

 When your sight drops along the thatched thighs that the fabric strains stiffly against in its stretch over them, a picturesque memory of what you’d done atop of one of them paints colorfully itself in your mind.

 Its vibrant vividity has you biting your tongue to keep from releasing another sound as your cheeks turn themselves red like the rose you are to him while your alpha grins at the vivacious view of you, wholly intrigued by the spectacle that is you as you struggle against the slump that soon has you falling back against the door as you whimper in the damning distance between you and your alpha that takes him away from you far too much.

 “Jungkook,” you imploringly plead.

 Your alpha chuckles at that to push off the vanity behind him with no effort at all before he strides over to the chaise lounge made from the leather of aged cattle against the timbered wall. He is slow in the languid lowering of himself over it, his back resting against the arm of the piece of furniture as he husks, “Bring yourself over to me, pretty,” his voice deepens before one hand rises, his fingers curling inward in a come-hither motion that has your heart stuttering in the excitement electrifying it as he orders, “Come and sit on your alpha’s lap, my omega, and tell to me all that you thought of my performance that was devoted solely to you.”

 In the scarlet moonlight crimson as blood that drips like wax from a never burning candle’s wick from the glass window behind him, the color sinfully stains him in a dangerous sheen of a garnet glow that emanates effervescently off him in everything that promises impurity as his eyes glint goadingly at you from around the blackened wisps of his locks that have fallen around them.

 As a creature that has only known chastity’s constraining shackles your whole life in your wait for your mate, you very much want them to be crushed under your alpha’s heel, for he has already caused them to crack amidst the sweet pleasure he’s delivered to you in the forest and in the sanctity of your own chambers.

 As if caught in his unyielding undercurrent, your body moves under his watery sway that sweeps you forth. Perhaps it is the omega in you that is utterly unable to resist temptation taking its form in Jungkook. Maybe it is the inescapably inexorable draw to him that paws at you to be near to him lest you incur its fangs if he is absent and away from you. 

Conceivably, it could be both that have you pad forward without pause as he watches you with interest while you move, his golden irises never drifting from your own as a wave of heat falls over them and, in your undertow he’s surrounded you in, it washes over you, too.

 Once you stand before him, he makes a sound of appreciation as he appraises you attentively.

 One hand sinks under the furs that hide you from him, each finger suggestively sidling up along your waist while the other palm joins it on the other side as you close your eyes while your arms wrap around his muscled shoulders, his calloused and strong digits dipping deliciously over your soft skin as he hums, “Mmm, that’s a good girl. I like it when you’re obedient like this. You’re so receptive to me already, pretty,” His hands sensuously slide downward, his fingers streaming outward like a consumingly surrounding sea that washes you over in his thrilling touch while he splays his legs out before, all in one fluid motion, he pulls you forward until you fall like the tide over his hips as each of your legs pools on either side of him only for him to smirk as he amusedly muses, “So responsive to me, too, my mate. You do not resist me at all. You’re so willing to submit, aren’t you, sweetling?”

 Not prepared for the sudden shift in position, you gasp in surprise, your eyes shooting open to be submerged by his golden irises beginning to seep with the licentious lust that dooms you in their dusky dimness. They beckon you to lose yourself in his deep depths, one hand diving under the thin terrain of your gown only for him to trickle the phalanges of his fingers along the soft skin of your leg. He’s unrushed and unhurried as his digits drip their warmth over you to flow over your ankle through his ascent upward, his digits oozing along aqueously while his fingers spread outward like a tributary that must get its fill as he drags them ceaselessly along.

 Your breath wells up in your lungs in the anticipation that swims there and when his hand torturously trails over your thigh only to brutishly, brutally halt his ministrations, that’s when you whine, your arms tightening around him as you lean forward to lay your forehead against his own as you whisper, “Please, alpha.”

 Your alpha croons, his index finger running in circles along the innermost part of your leg that borders along the sex that has not stopped crying for him since his performance as he says, “I know what you want, pretty. Do you want your alpha to take care of you again like I did in the forest? It would be so easy. I could make you fall apart so quickly with how readily you receive me, my mate,” His digit dribbles impossibly closer to where you want him most, a shaky breath falling from your lips as one of your own hands veers down over his chiseled chest, catching on all the defined muscles that ripple in its wake before it settles over his heart that beats briskly in the same time as your own that instantly stammers when his finger stops once more as you whimper out while your alpha’s eyes narrow, “Much as I wish to give to you what I know you desire, you’re going to answer to me before I do anything else, pretty. You have such a pretty voice. Use it for me, my mate.”

 Your irises slip below to his lips that move so very precariously with how close you are to them and an urge soaks you to feel them, your other hand dowsing him in your touch as you draggle it along the back of his nape and up along his neck until your fingers tentatively trace the outline of them. You etch his rounder and fuller lower lip into your memory as you draw your digit around the upper one, entirely entranced by the cupid’s bow that crowns the middle of his top lip and the way that a long, pink tongue is swift to poke out of the mouth he parts for you in your exploration of him.

 He laves it first along the bottom one to carefully coat it in saliva that gleams against the soft firelight that licks at your alpha from the corner of the chamber and when he dares to lap the muscle along the underside of your finger at the same time the palm on your thigh trails forbiddingly forth to cup your womanhood, you mewl.

 The lewd sight stirs within you a hunger for that which only your alpha can sate.

 It is as if his tongue are hands are the keys that unlocks the cage of words in your mind that he’d been the one to padlock there as you breathe, “I would very much like that, but you’ve been so good to me. You made me feel so wonderful in the forest and even dedicated that stunning performance to me that made me fall impossibly harder for you, my alpha,” you breathily profess while you pigment the column of his neck with the stain of your lips as you lightly graze your teeth along the notch you’d been staring at before to whisper, “You were so mesmerizing up on that stage while you danced for me. I’ve never seen a creature as enchanting as you were,” the hand that you’d left over his heart begins its journey anew as you veer toward the bulge in his pants that he unabashedly displays to you while you offer, “You’ve done so many other things that have exhibited your sentiments for me and I want to give you something in return. Please, let me show to you how special you make me feel, Jungkook.”

 Your hand has barely even lain itself over his member that hardens at your very words before there’s a growl, your alpha’s hand extricating itself from between your legs to encircle around your dainty wrist as he roughly pulls it up and between the two of you before he warns, “Do not toy with me, my omega. Once you start, you’re going to finish, yeah? I can only control myself so much with you looking so goddamn beautiful for me while you’re on my lap like this.”

 You lick your lips to whisper, “I have no intentions of playing with you, Jungkook. I only wish to please my alpha if he will allow me to indulge in him like I’ve wanted to for so very long,”  you fully seat yourself on him, your clothed sex rubbing against him as you grind atop him while the hand on your waist bunches the fabric around it to draw it up and away from you to ease your access as your head dips down so that you can imbibe yourself of his taste after being denied it in the woodland, “I’m so parched, alpha…please, help me. You’re the only one that can.”

 The moment your mouth ghosts over the sternocleidomastoid muscle along his neck and your breath warmly whisks itself over him, he releases you only for his hand to tangle in your hair as he rasps, “That’s right, my mate. No one but me can quench you like I can. You want to satisfy me, pretty?” His hips impetuously impulse upward against your own as he hisses, “Do it, then. I’ve been waiting long enough.”

 Needing no further coaxing, you press your lips against him in a chaste, short osculation that earns a rumble from his throat in a sound that has you smiling against him as you string a line of wet kisses over him, your hips rolling atop the tented bulge that hardens inconceivably more under you as you moan at the delicious friction that cascades through you with every eddy of your hips along his member that is all too fast to try to escape his trousers.

 Raptness for you floods his irises and it swells around you until you take one of his hands to delve under the furs that conceal you from him, his head falling back when you swirl your sex over him while you slide his fingers over the exposed sliver of skin between your breasts, his digits diving under the thin material of your bodice to palm at your tit as you sigh in satisfaction at the way his long, slender fingers sinfully swathe you in their hold.

 Your alpha husks, “Gods, these tits were fucking made for this. They were made for me.”

 “Yes, alpha…all for you,” you breathe as he kneads at your tit while you continue your expedition along the mountainous terrain of his chest and when he brings his lip between his teeth at the sight of your hooded gaze as you stare hungrily back at him, he watches the way that your irises flick toward the peaked summit of the same nipple that had taunted you from under the enclosure of the sheer shirt he’d worn to agonizingly afflict you earlier.

 When you glance back at his eyes for permission, they flash dangerously at you and with a swivel of your hips that has him momentarily shutting his eyes, you seize your opportunity and enclose your mouth around the dark nipple to suckle at him only to earn a guttural groan from him as his back bows inward while his fingers dig into your hip at the same time that the digits in your hair curl inward to pull tightly as he utters, “Fuck, pretty. That feels amazing. Keep going, my omega. You’re making your alpha feel so good.”

 Your wolf preens at the praise, your tongue daubing his tender areola in kittenish licks as you suction the sensitive skin between your lips, your other hand pawing at his pectoral while his thumb flitters over your own nipple only to have you quicken your pace as he strums you like an instrument atop of him.

 You soon shift your attention to the other neglected bud, your lips enveloping him as he grunts with the way that you scuff your nails down his swollen peak while you twirl your tongue along the abandoned areola.

 Distracted by your ministrations to his chest, your alpha does notice the way your hand seeps down his chest until it bears down over the fully hardened member to have him buck from underneath you. The movement jostles you atop him and, accidently, you nip at him only for him to pinch your own nipple between his fingers in punishment as you whimper.

 Through it all, your hips do not cease their undulations over him as they continue to rotate rapturously around him, the pleasure too sweetly succulent as it glazes over you the longer that you lather yourself on him.

 You are steadfast in your venturous voyage to discover more of your alpha as you frisk your tongue along the underside of his pec before continuing your descent toward the steep sierra that rises tall between his legs.

 You hadn’t realized you’d been staring at his now engorged, edematous buds, but the fingers in your hair constrict around you to condense your vision only to golden irises that flare fiercely at you when he rumbles out, “Up here, pretty. I want to see your eyes while you use your mouth on me.”  

 “Yes, alpha,” you obediently reply as you press a hot, open-mouthed kiss over each of the eight abdominal muscles that comprise an impressive slew of sinew over the skin of his belly.

 With the choker clasped around your neck, you can only go so far before it unforgivingly cuts into you and with one last sweep of your tongue along the ridges between his abs, you rise to plant your hands on his chest as he rolls your nipple expertly between two fingers, a moan tumbling from your lips as you grind with fervor over him.

 Wanting him to feel just as pleasured as you are, you lay your palm flat over him, your fingers furling around him to give him a small squeeze that earns a groan him that is drawn out when you lean forward to drag your lips along the underside of his jaw that he presents to you under the light, soft brush of your mouth over him.

 One of his hands finds itself under your chin, two fingers grasping your jaw as he pulls your chin up while he husks, “You really do want to please me, don’t you, pretty? If you want me that bad,” he sits up with you still sat on his lap, his eyes scintillating lethally as the pad of his thumb slides up to nudge along your lip, your saliva dripping and coating the digit that he uses to penetrate the warmth of your mouth that you close around him as he growls, “Get on your knees and take this cock into your mouth. Drink from me until you’re so full of me that you won’t wish for anything else to feed that thirsting desire within you.”

 Under his command that sidles swelteringly through golden irises from under his locks, you shakily exhale when he extracts his finger from your mouth, each of you watching the way your spittle clasps itself to him before breaking off and falling between you.

 You whine at the loss of him, but you know that you won’t leave you empty for long and the thought energetically bounds through you like a sylph springing through the air.

 He easily lifts you from his lap and sets you on the carpeted floor, your limbs far too weak to support your weight without him as he helps you to fold your legs under you so that you sit on your heels like he’d ordered you to do.

 A lagoon of fabric from your skirts profoundly puddles and spills outward around you as you stare at the bloated bulge in his trousers, your salivary glands secreting spit as your mouth waters at the prospect of what you’re about to do.

 Your fingers fiddle with the linen lining the end of your alpha’s trousers, however, as diffidence coils around your ribs.

 You have never pleasured a man with your mouth before, for it is a rule that such intimate practices are not to be engaged in unless a wolf has presented as either an alpha, omega or beta.

 At your hesitance that is made palpable in the way that you chew at your lip, your alpha softens if only for a moment as he hunches over you, both hands laying along the sides of your jaw as his tone lightens when he asks, “What is it, pretty? Are you having second thoughts? It’s alright if you are. I would never have you do anything you didn’t want to do.”

 His support only makes you want him more, for there is care that he’s imbued innately in each word that flowers within you under his reaching radiance.

 His irises search your own beseechingly and you place your own palm atop of his as your cheeks redden with embarrassment that shyly quiets you to a whisper as you tentatively confess, “It’s just…it’s just that I’ve, well…I’ve never done this before. I want to satisfy you, alpha, but I just don’t know if I’ll be good at it or if I’ll even make you feel half as fulfilled as you did for me in the forest.”

 Your alpha only smirks at that, his expression darkening damningly as understanding shadows him while he utters, “All the better for me, my omega,” He turns his hand to capture your fingers between his own as your digits intertwine with his own as he drifts your joined hands toward his weeping member, “The only cock you will learn to fuck with that little mouth of yours will be mine. You shall only know my knot on your tongue. I alone will gladly teach and instruct you on how to pleasure your mate, pretty.”

 Familiar fire ignites in you as his promises plunder your being with anticipation. He strews your hand just above where his tip leaks through the linen before, with a scalding glance, one of his palms is crossed over the other and without pause, he trails them seductively slow up his thigh in a path that will drive him right where he needs it.

 You watch, entirely engrossed, as fingers are rubbed against his member, a heaved breath forcing itself through ajar lips that follow with a clenched jaw as he rasps, “The first thing you would want to do is get me hard like this, pretty. I don’t have to be for you to take me in your mouth, but it’s better if you, ah-“ you spare no time in replacing his hands with one of your own, your fingers stroking him through the fabric as he groans, “-Yes, pretty, just like that. Shit. Take my cock out now. The pleasure is increased tenfold when there are no barriers that bar you from me.”

 You obey, your breath hitching at his considerably large size once again as your alpha makes quick work of his soiled trousers.

 Your ardent awaitment of him is not long when he sheds the last piece of clothing he’d had only for your eyes to widen as large as stars at the sight that greets you.

Your eyes widen in wonderment as you quietly gasp, “Alpha, it’s… it’s enormous. You’re magnificent, but,” you gulp as you stare, “do you think that will fit?”

Your alpha caresses your jaw as he coos, “It will fit if I wish it to. You were designed and created for me by the moon above,  pretty. I know you can take me.” 

 Nestled between thick thighs, his sizeable shaft arcs upward like a crescent moon with constellated veins spanning through the sky of his skin, the bulbous head framing it all where it hovers over his abdominals like a planet that you’d very much like to explore yet have never seen before.

 “Still, how are you even larger than before, Jungkook?” You blurt, your fingers dipping down to gingerly pad over him in your fascination of his behemoth dimensions as he bites down on his tongue to keep from bucking underneath you, for he does not want to startle you.

 Between his legs, you stare at him with the eyes of a doe rather than a wolf from your inexperience that tucks your tail between your legs and he is intent on ensuring that nothing will deter you from venturing out into the field where he waits anxiously for you.

 “This is what you do to me, pretty. You make me like this, for it is my need for you that makes me so much bigger to you than before. I have been denied of you for far too long, my omega,” his fingers enclose around your wrist as fervid fervor fills his irises before he orders, “Put your little hands around me, pretty. You can be as gentle, or as rough, as you wish.”

 You do as he says, instantly wrapping your hands around him and then blinking innocently at him as you tilt your head to the side in question.

 The moment your touch titillates him, his brows pull together in concentration, for your fingers are far smaller and more delicate than his own in their timidity that holds them back.

 Despite it all, you are a sight that is far too beautiful to behold as he encourages, “That’s it, my omega. Now, open wide and take me.”

 Tentatively, you part your lips as each of your hands bring his member down to your gaping maw. The closer it gets to your mouth, the more colossal it towers over you. All it takes for you to gulp and push down the lump of apprehension in your throat is one glance up at your alpha, whose irises simmer over your own with the heat of the sun as he draws his lip between his teeth while he devours the vivid visage of you between his legs.

 There’s so much you want to say to him, but right now, there’s only one thing that can possibly show to him what you feel for him.

 When he finally breaches you and his heavy girth falls over your tongue, it is warm like the rest of him and engorged with the blood that rushes to it as you try to nestle him between your lips the best that you can.

 He tastes of a musky tanginess that is mixed with a salty, briny tint. You find that it is not an unpleasant flavor.

 Your walls contract around nothing when you watch his face contort to one born of pleasure in an accidental brush of your tongue along the underside of his shaft in your attempts to gorge yourself of more of him. Like this, his base is still grasped by each hand as he sinks his fingers into your tresses to urge you forward impossibly more.

 Like this, he’s resplendently ravishing as he succumbs to the damned delirium that you are solely and wholly the bringer of.

 You’re not sure if the human body was created for this purpose, but you do know that your alpha’s pleasure is the only thing that matters to you now. There’s a feral rawness in him that has slept in him and you want to be the one to awaken it. You’ve always been a stubborn creature and you aren’t about to let unseeded unsurety stop you now when you can see the glimpses of the satisfaction you could grant him like he has for you.

 There’s something so gratifying in knowing that you could be the source of his pleasure and so, you experimentally swirl your tongue around his tip that sobs with precum as you allow him to plunge himself even deeper inside your mouth.

 Your alpha’s head is thrown back at that as he groans, “Yeah, fuck, pretty. Gods, I knew you could do this. So fucking perfect me, my omega… my mate.”

 Inch by impossible inch, your alpha penetrates you inconceivably as you lick at him like a cat starved of its water for days. The hand in your hair starts to push and pull you to and fro and you watch, captured by captivation, as your alpha’s breaths begin to become uneven and heave into pants as he stares heatedly at you.

 “Use your hands, pretty. Touch me.” Your alpha husks and you obey, each of your hands constringing around what you can’t fit inside your mouth as you stroke him up and down, your fingers catching along the veins that you take care to caress as you squeeze in a vice-like grip his member that throbs under you.

 Your alpha gives a grunt of approval, his back arching as his eyes screw shut under your ministrations as his lips part in pleasure.

 Your confidence grows the longer that you lave at him, unsure of what you are doing but nonetheless spurred into action as your alpha clutches your hair between his fingers to secure you to him as you fleetingly flick your wet muscle against his sensitive glans while your alpha laments.

 As you stare up at him, he is carnality’s manifestation in the way that the scarlet light erotically colors him in passion’s dangerous hue, his sculpted brows scrunched together under wild curls that curve voluptuously along his angular face.

 Lost in him, you make the mistake of scraping your teeth against him only to earn a sharp hiss from him as his fingers tighten in your locks.

 Breathless, your alpha’s eyes open while he grimaces, “Loosen your jaw, pretty girl. That hurts, yeah? Try not to graze me with those teeth of yours. I know you can do that, can’t you, sweetling?”

 You pull off him with an apology already on your lips, “I’m sorry, alpha. I didn’t mean to harm you. I’ll be better for you, I promise.”

 Your alpha coos, “You already are the best for me, pretty,” he brushes his knuckles under your mandible, “There is no one I would do this with beyond you. You’re mine and you will learn, my mate. I do not expect you to be perfect when this is your first time. You’ve been doing so well already, my omega. All you need to do is relax for me.”

 Your wolf bays at his praise, affection for him blooming inside you as his words water you.

 You heed your alpha’s command, your maw slackening as you guide him back between your lips. This time, you swallow him as far back as you can possibly guzzle him, your mouth flooded of all that is him as you whirl your tongue lasciviously around him.

 Your fingers compress around his base while one hand, with renewed spirit, seeps over his balls as you fondle them, your alpha’s eyes rolling to the back of his head as you claw away at the last of his control to cause him to buck into your mouth, his cock driving itself even deeper down your throat until it buries itself so far back that it blocks your airway, hot tears quick to burn at the edges of your eyes as he hits your pharynx and blocks your airway.

 “Fuck, don’t stop. Suck me, my mate.” Your alpha drawls out, the efforts of speaking laboriously difficult in the breaths that strain to dislodge themselves and leave him.

 It is a sensation you have never felt before to have your mouth so thoroughly filled and though it is not the most comfortable, the pleasure lies not in you, but rather within your mate and in what you are swiftly reducing him to. You would do this a thousand times if it meant wracking your alpha to this.

 Ever the dutiful omega, you follow his decree. You hollow your cheeks as you bob your head along his length while you suckle him enthusiastically, inhaling through your nose in spite of the breath that eludes you throat.

 “Gods, yeah, pretty. Right there, right there. Fuck me, you’re going to drive me crazy, ” Your alpha rasps as you unsuccessfully try to silence the gag that erupts in the back of your mouth while his fingers knead into your hair to tug at the roots as he thrusts into your mouth to plummet lecherously lower.

 Spit pools in every crevice of your mouth until you’re overflowing with it and, as he rams himself into you, all you can do is bear it as your slobber falls like a fountain from your lips in his jostling movements that shake your vision. His eyes have become hazed with craving craze for you and you relish in the way he struggles for breath just as you are in your damning decimation of him.

 Transfixed by the way your eyelids flutter as his dick disappears into the wet warmth of your mouth that he could spend forever in, he husks, “You’re so hot like this with my cock between your lips, pretty. You like this, don’t you? You like sucking your alpha’s dick?” He asks while he watches in interest the way that your saliva escapes the cushion of your lips that pillow him inside you, his thumb brushing it away and back over your lips.

 You moan to let him know that yes, you really do enjoy seeing the way you’re wrecking him through your own devices. Right now, this is about him and seeing his pleasure is far more satisfying than anything you could have imagined. Knowing that you are the one that is affecting him in this way is inexorably exhilarating. It makes you feel powerful. Now, it is you that holds the key to his raptured raptness.

  When your alpha drags his digit along your lower lip, you hum in agreement and the vibrations shoot straight into his member as he arches his back, his head falling even farther as you work him in your mouth while he utters, “Shit, of course you do. You really are perfect for me,” one hand grabs your own to pull you down to the neglected testicles that ache for you, your fingers closing around one delicately to give him a gentle squeeze as he bites at his lip while he growls, “I’m not going to last much longer, pretty. Gods, use that tongue of yours like you did out there when you told those bastards that you’re mine. Show me you meant it, my mate. Let me see how badly you want to please me.”

 His words send a wave of blazing heat through you, tenacious tenacity sweltering within you at the realization that he’d been watching from the shadows and had seen and heard everything that had occurred between you and the two wolves that so stupidly believed they would win you from your soulmate.

 You swallow fatally around him, your muscle swishing and swiveling around him as you unhinge your jaw to completely take him in his entirety when he tugs you down on him. His facial expression detorts to one of unadulterated, unbridled bliss as his own tongue lolls to either side of his parted lips, his eyes closing yet again while the sounds of slurping drip from your lips with the spittle that dribbles below them.

 Your alpha hums, “Mmm, fuck, you’re so good with that little mouth. You fuck my cock with it better than any bitch in this pack ever could.”

 Your cheeks running red at that, you fondle his balls with one hand, your other running your nails down his chest to leave reddened marks of your own over his skin all while you greedily ingurgitate him while he stuffs himself inside you with another dangerous undulation of his hips.

 When your fingers roll his balls like dice between them, that has him keening as he pants, “I’m close, pretty. I’m going to fucking fill you up so much that the taste of me will fucking linger in that hungry mouth of yours for days. You want that, yeah?”

 You nod instantly, your stomach grumbling your salivary glands producing more of their offspring at just the thought of it as you suction him with eager earnestness betwixt your lips.

By now, he’s swelling and throbbing between your lips, his end near by the way his testicles palpitate as you titillate him.

 Your alpha grunts before he rumbles out, “Gods, you are such a ravenous little girl for me. I bet that cunt of yours is just as starved to receive me, isn’t it, little one? Fuck, I could knot you, my mate. I could breed you so well. Do you want my pups, pretty? Do you want me to stuff you to the brim with my fucking seed so you have no choice but to get pregnant and bear my children?”

 You moan at the thought of it, the ostentatious oscillations strafing over his dick as your head bounces back and forth while you quaff him to have him grunt.

 There’s an urge to bask in his simmering gaze as you give him over to his end and, with another sinful swill of him within your mouth as you grope his gonads, you splutter amidst the very large cock currently nestled between your lips, “I want it a-all, Jungkook, but p-please…I w-wish,” you slabber him with your saliva as your tongue twists itself around him, “I wish for y-you to look upon me when you finish in my m-mouth.”

 Each word trickles from you under the labored breaths you inhale through your nose and you hope that they are not burned by the fire that blazes in the corner of the chamber before they can reach him.

 Your voice submerges and dives after him through the sea of exaltation that you have deluged him into and, in your final act to bring him back up for the air of his ecstasy, his eyelids flicker up to reveal golden irises that singe you in their voracious torridity.

 You whine at the way the smoke of desire has smoldered him, his long tongue poking against his cheek as his head tilts back while he consumes you in his sights that leave you squirming along the floor as he husks, “You want me to see who has made me feel so fucking good, yeah? Very well, pretty. Watch me cum just for you.”

 If the dangerous twirl of your tongue along his slit while your hand that had been attached to his testicles slides sinfully down to rub along his perineum isn’t enough to have him come undone, it’s the way that your eyes now gleam with the glazing of the yen of yearning that every blood vessel burns of yours is coated for him with as you fervently fix him inside your mouth.

 You’re the picture of innocence in the white of your dress that curtains you in its angelic wing, but the cock between your lips that you ardently take between them damns you in sin’s tendrils that Jungkook captures you with.

 It is his utter undoing when your cheeks fatally concave in their incurvation as you suck him with tightly compressed pressure inside your wet warmth while you run your tongue along his base at the same time he draws you forward so that your nose brushes the thicket of pubic hairs as you blink with innocent doe-eyes up at him as he howls, “Ah, fuck, I’m there, pretty. I’m cumming because of what you did to me.”

 Euphoria pours itself through him like a cascading waterfall that does douse every part of him that it washes over as his knot swells inside you, his irises never abandoning you through his climax as his seed bursts out of him and spurts across every corner of your mouth.

 You flatten your tongue to catch every bit of him as he feeds you his nectarous ambrosia. His thickened essence spreads and spills over your hot muscle and down your throat deliciously viscous as he makes good on his promise and nourishes your parched body with his sinful sustenance.

 He spouts and streams his taint into you as endlessly as a river and when you think you might just overflow with it, that’s when he extricates himself from you, one hand rising so that his thumb caresses your swollen and abused lips as he coos, “Such a good girl for me. You did so well for your first time, sweetling,” his digit swipes at the stray bead of cum that leaks from you only to sweep his finger over your tongue and you close your mouth around him, moaning out at his tasteful tinge as his eyes flash darkly at you, “That’s it, pretty. Drink every last drop. We wouldn’t want you to thirst for me again while you watch me fight the other alphas for you, now would we?”

 He pulls his digit from you with a ‘pop’ as you lick your lips as you breathe, “No, alpha. That would be a travesty, truly.”

 Your alpha chuckles at that as he gathers you from the floor and when your scent wafts wantonly under his nostrils, he smirks wolfishly, “My, my, my… you really can’t get enough of me, can you?”

 It takes you a second to realize, but when he settles you on his lap once more and your thighs skim each other in the movement, your eyes widen as you draw in a short, small breath.

 Your alpha only arches a sculpted brow, amusement coloring his tone as he teases, “What? Surprised that you got off by humping my leg like the animal that you are while you sucked my cock, pretty?”

 So focused on delivering your alpha over to his end, you’d hardly paid attention to the way your legs had clamped around one of his own as you rutted against him with fervor. You really couldn’t help it with the sight of sin that had commanded your capture under it.

 You whine, your irises dipping low as you trace circles along his bare chest as embarrassment tints your cheeks red, “Jungkook, I didn’t mean to. You just… you did this. It’s your fault.”

 Your alpha laughs at that, one hand settling along your jaw to coax your visage back up at him while your wolf hounds at you to obey as he rumbles, “I shall gladly take the blame then, beautiful. You know, the fact that you came from giving to me the best head that I’ve ever had,” the fingers of his other palm snake under the folds of your dress to drag through the deposit of wetness that now drapes your legs as he brings the digits to his mouth, his tongue darting out to lick his finger clean of you as he groans at the flavor of you while his irises dilate, “That’s hot as fuck.”

 Your blush is as red as a ruby as you whimper at that and your alpha grins as his stray hand lands on your hip to trail up and down your back in soothing circular motions to reassure you. His mouth opens to say something else, but before he can, there’s a loud series of knocks against the wooden door interrupts the two of you amidst your illicit indecencies.

 “This is the last call for all alphas that might remain here. The Offering is about to begin,” says the muffled voice of an elder that likely had been sent to collect any lingering wolves that were still in the den.

 You whine loudly as your arms intertwine around your alpha’s neck, your baser being demanding you keep close to your alpha as he softens, the fingers on your cheek splaying out so that his digits caress you as utters, “Come, pretty. I must ready myself for what is to come and I require my mate’s aid to assist me in dressing, for you’ve temporarily robbed me of my faculties after what you’ve just done to me.”

 Your wolf preens at that as your hand lifts as you lay your palm over his own while you implore, “Must we go so soon? I do not wish to leave your side.”

 Your alpha stands and he’s careful to lift you up and off of him even while your arms tighten around his neck as he rumbles, “After this is all over, you will be free to be with me whenever, wherever and however you desire, my mate. You know the rules,” he moves back and you follow him in your embrace until his thighs hit the back of the vanity where his clothes sit on the abandoned chair, “I must duel anyone that tries to contest me for you, sweetling. It simply is the way of things and I will not hesitate to engage in battle with any wolf that attempts to take what is rightfully mine. You are everything to me and I will make certain that everyone knows it. Do you understand, pretty?”

  You nod as you nuzzle the sensitive gland along his neck as a purr trembles from your throat while you scent him, “I understand, Jungkook. I only fear the bloody destruction you’ll leave in your wake for any fools that think they can tear you away from me.”

 “That shall be their mistake, pretty,” he sighs in satisfaction as he tilts his head back to grant access as you paint him with the stroke of your lips over the tender skin along his clavicle, “I will not lose you.”

 Tenet blazes in his eyes and conviction radiates his words that emit with the sun’s might their fierceness as they fall over you to set your own affection alight within you as you lace your lips along his jaw in a stripe of kisses that you thread there as you manage between them, “There is not a shred of doubt in my mind that you will be the champion amongst them all. However it may be, you have already won me, alpha.”

 With that, you embellish him with the cloth he will wear in his battles for you. You help him delicately pull the garment over his head that shades him in the color of soot. It is akin to a sheet of thin charcoal that dyes him in its film of darkness that, like his earlier shirt, is grainy and dusts him lightly in its hue, his sun soaked skin shining brilliantly from beneath it. 

Your mouth waters at the sight of it as you tuck it into cotton trousers that are black as night and your alpha smirks when the smell of your arousal drips down to collect itself amidst the pool of your taint yet again as he watches with interest the way that you chew at your lip while you tug the white blazer across bulging arms that catch at the heavier material as you drag it over him.

 He makes certain to playfully provoke you by wrapping an arm around your waist only to schlep you forward, your hands planting themselves against his broad, strong chest as he asks, “Are you ready to watch me show everyone that I and I alone am the only wolf that is deserving of you as his mate?”

 You nudge at the edge of his collarbone to catchily collect as much of his riveting redolence as you can before you sow another row of kisses along his skin only to pull away and admit, “Always.”

[yourdeepestfathoms]

song of storms

Texas decided to flash flood, so my school went into its severe weather drill yesterday. we sat in the hallways in darkness while some kid played his guitar and sang for us. it got me inspired, so here’s some hurt/comfort!

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In Romania, it sure did rain.

A storm so powerful it seemed to have some kind of vendetta against Castle Dimitrescu had blown in around the early afternoon, and by the time dinner was almost ready to be served, the brisk rainfall had warped into a mini hurricane. Raindrops fell like silver bullets and thunder cracked repeatedly, lightning tearing through the sky with white fangs, splitting the horizon in two. Water splattered across the windows like sprays of blood, and Alcina went around making sure they were all secure against the howling wind, seeing as the maids were too useless to do so.

While checking the glass and locks in the western wing, a massive boom shook the entire castle, making even Alcina feel small in comparison. Pulling the drapes shut firmly, there was a second crash of thunder, but this time, she heard something inside of it.

A whimper.

Alcina turned. The room closest to her was the library. It had to have come from in there.

Creeping inside, Alcina first checked the windows, making sure there were no leaks, then looked for the culprit of the cry. It wasn’t very hard when the sky roared like a vicious beast and caused its victim to sob from behind a bookshelf. Peeking around the polished wood, she found the sufferer.

It was her eldest daughter, curled into the fetal position, her knees to her chest, hands clamped over her ears, shaking all over. She flinched when a burst of thunder seemed to shake the entire castle, threatening to bring the ceiling down on top of them, and then let out a choked whimper, digging her claws into her scalp in a vain effort to block out the noise.

“Bela?”

Bela’s head snapped up, and Alcina watched as shame crept into her expression.

“M-Mother--” she stammered. “I-- I--”

Alcina walked over and crouched down next to her. She set a hand on Bela’s shoulder, feeling her shudder beneath her touch. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, Mother,” Bela said, despite her obvious panic attack. “Of course.”

Alcina narrowed her eyes. “Bela, what have I told you about lying to be about your health?”

Bela lowered her head. “I shouldn’t do it…”

“Right. Now, I will ask you again: are you alright?”

Bela shifted, sniffling. “I’m-- I’m just a little freaked out, that’s all. But-- but I’m okay. It isn’t that bad.”

And then, like it was trying to be helpful, thunder crashed, and Bela jolted right into Alcina’s arms with a yelp, practically vibrating with fear. She clung to Alcina’s gown with her claws, her eyes wide and bulging.

“Isn’t that bad, huh?” Alcina said.

“It-- it just startled me!” Bela blustered. She was adamant about saving face, it seemed.

“Uh-huh,” Alcina set a hand on her back, rubbing up and down her spine slowly. “Bela, I thought you said you weren’t scared of storms anymore? Were you lying just to look strong for your younger sisters?” She squinted. “Or did they shame you again? I’ve told those girls that all fears are valid, no matter how irrational--”

“N-no!” Bela cried, clenching fabric between desperate claws. “No! Don’t get mad at them, please! It-- it wasn’t them!”

Alcina looked at her curiously, one eyebrow raised.

Bela lowered her head. “I-- I’m not afraid of storms. Rainstorms, I mean. But the thunder…” She cast a dismayed look at the nearby window and jumped when lightning torched the sky. She huddled closer. “It’s just so loud. And dangerous! What if-- what if there’s a tornado?!”

Alcina bit back a laugh. Her eldest child had the wildest imagination.

“Don’t be silly,” she said. “Romania doesn’t get tornadoes.”

“It has before!” Bela said, steadfast on her opinion. “And FLOODS! Oh, Mother, what if it floods? What if the castle floods?! Where will we live?! What if-- what if--”

Sensing Bela’s growing panic, Alcina cupped her cheeks and made her look at her. “Breathe, darling. Breathe. You’re starting to spiral.”

“But-- but--”

“Breathe. Here, follow me,” she then inhaled deeply. “Come on, my love. Just like me. In…” She demonstrated again.

Bela shakily inhaled.

“And out…” She exemplified.

Bela shakily exhaled.

They repeated this process three more times before Bela was calmer, though she wouldn’t stop glancing out the window. The rain had gotten so bad that the trees outside weren’t even visible through the pelting sheets of rain. The lightning, however, still made itself known, slashing right through the water walls like the talons of a monster.

“It’s so bad out there,” Bela murmured, her eyes becoming distant as she started wrapping herself up in her own fear again.

“Ah, ah,” Alcina redirected her gaze over to her. “Don’t look at that, darling. Look at me.”

Bela swallowed thickly and obeyed. Her claws dug into Alcina’s arms. “Mother,” she whispered hoarsely. “I’m-- I’m scared.”

Alcina frowned, though she was proud of Bela for openly admitting such a thing. She pulled her in close.

“It’s alright, my darling,” Alcina murmured. “It’s alright. Nothing is going to get you. It’s just a noise.”

“I-I know, but--”

Thunder cracked, and Bela buried her face against Alcina’s chest. Her shaking worsened.

“I hate it, I hate it,” Bela wept.

Alcina moved her hands over Bela’s ears, holding them firmly, hoping to block out the sound for her precious daughter. How could she forget that Bela didn’t like loud noises? Of course this would be like hell for her.

“Shh, shh,” Alcina rocked Bela back and forth in her lap. A faint rumble rippled through the house and she glared at the window, cursing the storm for causing her baby so much distress. “It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay…”

She spent five more minutes on the floor before Bela finally pulled her head back. She didn’t look any less terrified, nor had the storm lessened its brutality, but there was a new light in her eyes. Alcina already knew what she was doing.

“Bela, don’t--”

“I’m sorry, Mother,” Bela said anyway, dipping her head for a moment. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“Don’t even pretend, child,” Alcina scolded. “You’re still as white as a ghost. And these shivers… You’re shaking like a newborn goat!”

Bela shook her head. “I’ll be fine. You said it yourself, didn’t you?”

Alcina wrinkled her nose, then sighed. “Alright then. Shall we both go down to the parlor, then? I should check on your sisters.”

Guilt flitted through Bela’s eyes. “Yes. Of course. We must make sure that they aren’t scared.”

That got a small chuckle out of Alcina. “Sure.”

They both stood up, with Alcina helping Bela on her unsteady legs. While walking down the hallway to get to the main parlor, both mother and daughter couldn’t help but gaze out the windows.

The sky was the color of the ocean- dark, wild, and swallowing everything in its wake. The only thing that could possibly rival its impenetrable wall of thick black-blue were the constant cracks of blazing lightning that split the roiling clouds like a hot knife. The storm would be cut in half at the flash of its searing glory, then sewed itself back together like a monstrous, watery wound. The wind was so fierce that it seemed to be sent by an enraged being to punish the castle for some unruly sin. Water rushed down the pathways that Alcina could just barely make out in the garden like baby rivers, threatening to drag anything and anyone in its way down the dirt with it. Raindrops battered the glass and walls and doors, knocking so viciously like an unwanted guest.

An unwanted guest. That was what this damn storm was. And Alcina was at her wit’s end with this elemental stranger.

Especially when one particular crash of thunder knocked the power right out.

Now, a good portion of Castle Dimitrescu used natural lighting to ward away the darkness, sunlight and torches and whatnot, but there were also light fixtures and lamps, which were cut into complete blackness by the outage.

Shadows swept around the corridor like curtains, chased off only by a few flickering torches. At Alcina’s side, there was a sharp cry of terror that pulled at her heart with talons, and she turned to see Bela pressed against the wall, trembling and breathing heavily, her eyes practically bulging right out of her skull.

“Oh, honey,” Alcina said sadly. She reached out, tenderly cupping her daughter’s cheeks. Bela was aware enough to press into her touch like she usually did, which was good. She was too far gone in her panic just yet. “Shh, shh… It’s okay.”

“Th-the lights--” Bela gasped. Her hands were pressed flat against the wall behind her, claws dug against the plaster. She wouldn’t look at Alcina, instead peering around her figure to the storm outside. “It’s-- it’s--”

“Breathe, Bela,” Alcina instructed, seeing her spiral again. It was worrying just how quickly it could happen, coming out of nowhere and consuming her like a colony of angry fire ants. “Breathe. In and out. Just like I taught you.”

“M-Mother--”

“Shh, shh,” Alcina stroked Bela’s cheeks with her thumbs. She moved closer, trying to block out the view of the windows with her form. “Don’t look at that. Look at me. I’m right here and I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

Bela whimpered and looked up at her. Hot tears slid against Alcina’s fingers and she brushed them away. She smiled when she heard the shallow sound of her daughter’s rhythmic breathing.

“Good girl,” Alcina cooed. “Good, good girl. Just like that.”

Bela closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. Alcina’s smile grew a little wider.

“You’re doing so well,” Alcina praised her, knowing it would help her work harder to calm down. Bela was always the easiest to manage out of all of her children, as all it took was a few words of approval for her to do just about anything she wanted. “Such a good job, even when you’re--”

“I’m not--”

“I know, baby,” Alcina said, humoring her. She moved one hand to stroke Bela’s hair. “You’re not scared. Of course you aren’t. I was going to say when you’re in the middle of a blackout.”

Bela opened one eye to stare at her incredulously. Alcina grinned at her. Bela huffed, closed her eye, and then nuzzled into her hand with a faint purr.

They stayed like that for a little longer before Bela finally extracted herself from the wall. The color had yet to return to her face, nor had she stopped shaking, but at least her breathing was back under control.

“Ready?” Alcina asked.

Bela nodded quietly.

With one hand on her daughter’s back, Alcina continued down the hallway with Bela.

Upon entering her favorite parlor, Alcina found her other two daughters already inside. Cassandra was stretched out in front of the fireplace like a lounging cat, her head pillowed by her arms and a look of bliss on her face, while Daniela was bouncing by the window, watching the storm eagerly. The youngest had always been fascinated by the sheer destruction of weather.

“Thirty-four!” Daniela shouted when lightning flashed across the sky.

“That’s great, Dani,” Cassandra said dreamily without lifting her head or even opening her eyes.

“What are you two doing?” Alcina asked in amusement while ducking inside.

“Counting lightning bolts,” Daniela answered.

“Relaxing,” Cassandra said a moment later. “Isn’t this weather amazing?”

Bela winced.

“It certainly is something,” Alcina said, glancing out the window. She gave Bela’s back a gentle rub before walking over to her chair and sitting down. Daniela instantly skittered over to her and pressed her head right into the space between her neck and shoulder with a bright smile. Alcina chuckled, stroking her cheek, earning her blissful purrs.

“Where were you, Bel?” Cassandra asked, rolling over to look at Bela, but not quite getting up. She seemed much too relaxed.

“I-I, umm--”

“She was helping me close the windows,” Alcina answered for her eldest. “After I had to berate her for reading in the dark again.” She gave Bela a playful glare, making Bela smile faintly.

“Ooooh,” Daniela giggled. “You got in troubleeeee!”

Bela rolled her eyes. She finally moved from her rigid position by the door to sit on the floor next to Alcina’s chair. Alcina reached down to set a comforting hand on her head.

It was then that thunder ripped through the castle, causing all of the walls to shudder, and each of Alcina’s girls jolted. Daniela and Cassandra’s heads popped up, while Bela sank her claws in the cracks between the floorboards, trying to keep her breathing under control.

“Goddamn,” Cassandra muttered, sitting up straight. She stretched out the sore spots in her back. “We’re going to drown at this rate.”

Bela’s shoulders lurched. Alcina gave Cassandra a stern glare.

“Oooh, you know what we should do?” Daniela said. She didn’t wait for an answer. “Beli should sing to us!”

“What?” Bela snapped her head to her younger sister faster than the lightning could strike outside.

“Ohh, yeah,” Cassandra nodded.

“What are you talking about?”

Daniela gave her a look. “Don’t be dumb! We all know you like to sing!”

“No, I don’t,” Bela stammered, the tips of her ears turning red.

“Yes, you do,” Cassandra said. “We hear you sing when you fill up the bathtub.”

“You can hear me?!” Bela shrieked.

“Yeah!” Daniela said. “When you hit that vibrato last night… Incredible! Amazing! Showstopping!”

“You did sound very nice,” Alcina nodded.

“MOTHER!!”

Bela buried her face in her hands, which had gone completely red with embarrassment. Alcina chuckled and scratched her scalp.

“You have a wonderful voice, darling,” Alcina said.

“Yeah!” Daniela agreed. “Much better than Cassie. She sounds like a crow with a chicken bone stuck in its throat!”

“At least I don’t belt at the same octave as the torture victims,” Cassandra struck back, and she and Daniela both burst into laughter.

“Now, now, girls,” Alcina said.

“Oh, come on, Mother,” Cassandra said. “Daniela knows I’m just kidding. The victims sound better than she does, and they’re not even trying to sing!”

Daniela shrieked with more laughter. She didn’t seem offended at all. “Oh, I sound bad? You know the noises a donkey makes?”

Cassandra slapped the ground while snorting into her hand.

Alcina rolled her eyes in a good-natured way, then smiled down at Bela. “You would be a step above whatever they can do. But only if you want to.”

Bela looked up at her, her amber-gold eyes glinting in the firelight, then nodded. After a moment of silently encouraging herself, she took a deep breath and began to sing.

It was a beautiful melody in the howling of the storm.

[softscummymammon]

¥Shazam's Champion¥

Assisted by:: @bigfan-fanfic

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Billy Batson was always a spectacle, but Captain Marvel was...marvelous. The thing Batman didn't like about Cap, was that he had a hand in the magical arts, and he knew next to nothing about his civilian identity.

With Captain's child like innocence, sometimes, it was hard to remember that the child-like superhero was on par or sometimes stronger than the man of steel himself.

He's asked many heroes or underground workers like Zatana and Constantine about Captain Marvel, and they've all said the same thing about him; he's a champion picked by the Greek Gods to one day vanquish the evil that breaks free from prison. But there is a key factor that always gets missed when translated in his research.

With what he can make out from Ancient Greek, and without the help of a fluent speaker that could become too curious, a yellow beast was referenced many times. A giant animal with the body of a serpent, wings of a bat, the head of a crocodile, and beak of a bird. It sounds like a close resemblance of wyverns in modern day tales. It's said to be huge, perhaps even bigger than the Watchtower.

It frustrates Batman, that he can only find reference to this yellow dragon in the ancient scripts of Greek and he isn't even sure it's real. Another oddity that presented itself came when none of the well known Gods of Greek Mythology were found anywhere. The only name Shazam is found, and the yellow dragon. No Zeus, no Solomon, and no Hercules.

Only a great wizard, and a magic dragon that's so rarely talked about, it's labeled as taboo even within the magical industry. So, great, he had no leads. If he wanted answers, he'd have to get them at the source; Captain Marvel himself.

But for now, that would have to be put on the back burner. Currently, Black Adam had come to Earth to reek havoc on it's civilians to lure Captain Marvel out so they can fight once again. The Justice League was called upon in the hopes of minimizing casualties and to help subdue the villain.

If you asked Batman, they weren't more than an obstacle in Black Adam's way. Mere flies annoying him. It was hard to remember Black Adam was one of Captain Marvel's villains. With contenders like Mr. Mind and Dr. Sivanna, it's a 180 turn around with Black Adam.

The storm created by the fight between Captain Marvel and Black Adam had anyone that wasn't anchored to the ground flying away. Banisters, stray planks of wood, window shutters, and plastic bags were getting thrown at top speeds. Flash and Superman tried to get in between the speed of punches and blows, but even then the wind would force them back.

Martian ManHunter tried to phase through walls to get to them, though he couldn't do much after that. Wonder Woman almost seemed to watch the fight in awe, but no one could blame her, almost everyone else was in a similar state. If they were downed, either by injury or fear, they watch as the battle rages on.

Two Titans of magic, one of light and one of darkness, fight each other till the other goes down. Unfortunately, it seems the shadows are enclosing on the light. Black Adam was raining blows on Captain Marvel who blocked them the best he could. His arms were shaking in exhaustion and his posture was falling.

Black Adam's cackle raised the hairs on the backs of people's necks. Connecting his hands, he slams them into the back of Captain Marvel's neck, sending the hero rocketing towards the ground. A shockwave sent everyone in the area to their knees or their backs. Gasps and shouts were carried away by the wind as they watched their comrade go down and create a crater in the ground.

Black Adam laughed victoriously as he watched the steaming body of his opponent lay still on the cracked earth. Floating down towards the ground, Black Adam grabbed and twisted the front of Captain Marvel's uniform and lifted him off the ground. The limp body held prone as Black Adam turned to face the heroes to brag about his victory.

His speech didn't get far before a large hand enclosed around his throat, cutting off his air way. A strangled gasp left his throat as he looked through his peripheral vision and saw an enraged Captain gritting his teeth and eyes aglow.

Adam's face morphed into one of horror as Captain gripped his throat harder, eyes glowing so bright, flickers of sparks, almost like lightning, licked at his cheeks. Letting go of the fabric, Black Adam clawed at the hand around his throat. Captain floated for a second before flying up and taking the villain with him.

On lookers watched in a mix of emotion as the once cheery, snarky hero changed instantly. Body glowing with the force of lightning and magic, Captain held Black Adam by the throat over the ground and held him there, as if this was a show of strength and dominance over the villain.

Captain leaned close to Black Adam's ear and whispered words on the villain would be able to hear, " Shazam. "

Silence. Then the piercing cry of a roar shook the ground as a spear of lighting came down from the sky and struck both Captain Marvel and Black Adam. The heroes on the floor shielded their eyes from the bright light, but the sound was unmistakable.

Batman switched to light dampaning lenses and cranked up the density. What he saw took the rest of the air in his lungs away. A giant of a beast spread itself around the two magical beings within the lightning. It's body lit aglow with white, yellow, and blue as it roared and spread it's giant wings. It did not end or begin, it took no defining shape or form, just a magical being made of pure lightning only read in those ancient Greek ruins.

Captain Marvel was a spectacle. An intimidating pressure coming from his body that seemed to be connected to the beast around him. It forced the heroes to the ground flat as Black Adam's screams joined in with the screams of the dragon's.

The noise was deafening. It pierced the ears of the caped crusaders and shattered windows and toppled buildings. It happened all at once, and after that, it was done.

With one final parting shriek, it was gone. The dragon was no more, flying through the sky and into the clouds that dissipated as the battle was concluded. The dragon wasn't the only thing that was gone. Black Adam was no where to be seen or heard, just the dust of debris and smoke. Captain Marvel also was absent, a boy taking the hero's place and falling to the ground.

Batman gasped for air and limped as he ran towards the point the boy would land. Getting their in the knick of time, Batman opened his arms and fell to the ground with the boy held close to his chest. Breathing heavily, Batman held the unconscious boy close and let out shaking breaths. He sighed and slumped as exhaustion over took his body.

Peering down, the slack and relaxed fade of the ravenette boy slowly lulled Batman into rest. Cupping the boy's cheek in his ripped gloves hand, Bruce sighed and draped his cape over the his body and the boy's. Shielding them till they were eventually woken up.

[happylittledrabbles]

choke me!

Rating: 18+

DO NOT READ IF UNDER 18, NO MINORS!!!

Fandom: Attack on Titan

Pairing: Reiner Braun x Eren Yeager

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"It's been four years, Reiner."

Reiner never thought he'd see Eren again. And yet there he was, sitting in front of him. The two exchange some heated words until Eren has had enough and lunges at Reiner, pinning him against the wall by the throat.

Except, instead of a cry or a shout, Reiner's reaction is a lot more...unexpected.

"Did you just...moan?"

Choking kink fic, basically.

AO3

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“It’s been four years, Reiner.”

The last person Reiner Braun expected to see tonight was Eren fucking Yeager. He knew he’d see Eren again eventually, he just figured it’d be when Eren was killing him or he was killing the damned menace.

He didn’t think the reunion would be so soon.

They had warned that if Eren were to attack Marley at any time, it’d be tonight. But he had had so much fun at the fair with the kids that he hadn’t fully registered that Eren Yeager still existed. All he could think about was how happy he was to finally be out of that hell that was called Paradis and away from seeing the devils he had grown to love die at the hands of his own people. And he thought he had finally escaped it, except now, the biggest threat among both of their worlds was sitting right in front of him.

“H-how…” No thoughts in his head. There was nothing. Eren’s expression was so calm, it was mocking in comparison to the panic running amok in the blond’s chest.

“I’ve done a lot of thinking in these four years, Reiner Braun.” His name sounded like pure acid on Eren’s tongue. Even if Eren kept his tone measured, Reiner’s name still came out like two spears that pierced him directly in the heart.

“A lot of thinking about how you betrayed us. About how you killed Marco. About how you were my role model. A big brother, really.”

Nausea swirled in his stomach like a hot pit of lava, and he couldn’t help but step back and bump into Falco, who was also petrified; the two of them stilled like perfect marble statues. Reiner had tried hard to forget he ever interacted with Eren, nevermind considered him a friend. There were many times when they were alone together that he almost professed that he was the Armored Titan because he felt so close to him. He felt pride whenever he watched Eren succeed, even though he should have been actively distancing himself from him in preparation for the big operation. When he was supposed to not feel anything at all after breaking through Wall Maria and effectively killing everybody Eren knew, he locked himself in a room and cried and screamed for hours until Bertholdt came in and had to pry his hands from the table and hug him until his other personality took over, and he felt nothing again.

Oh, how he wished his other personality took over now. Then he wouldn’t be able to feel the crippling fear resonating throughout his entire body. Then he wouldn’t be able to feel the pure dread cross his face as Eren grew his missing leg back and stood up, instinctively hugging his arms behind him to make sure Falco was protected.

“I won’t hurt him,” Eren said, his visible eye dropping to the young boy staring at him with stormy blue eyes, wide with terror. He snickered. “Maybe he’ll get caught in the fallout. But, I won’t hurt him now, if that’s what you’re wondering. In fact...” He gestured with his hand for Falco to leave, giving him a chilling smile that he meant to be reassuring. “Go ahead and leave, kiddo. This shouldn’t take long. I just need to talk to my old pal Reiner here.”

“Don’t talk to him,” Reiner whispered shakily, but eventually let Falco go and pushed him forward. “Go. Run as far away as you can. I’ll handle this.” If anything happened, he wanted Falco as far away from the site of disaster as possible.

He turned back to Eren and noticed he was several inches taller than when he last saw him. It made sense; he was a grown adult man now, but it was still a shock. He was so used to peering down at Eren and resting his arm on top of his head, ruffling his hair, tipping his chin back to make eye contact with him. But now, if he slouched even a bit, he’d be shorter.

“How cute. You used to be protective over me like that,” Eren said with a bitter laugh, beginning to step forward when Reiner stepped back and nearly tripped over a chair in response. “What, are you scared of me? Ha. I remember when—”

“Stop!” Reiner cried, slapping his hands over his ears and shaking his head emphatically. “I don’t want to hear it! I don’t—”

“Don’t want to hear what, Reiner? How we used to be friends? How I looked up to you? How we shared so many good times together?” He picked up the chair he was sitting in and smashed it to the ground, the wood strewn across the ground like puzzle pieces. Reiner flinched at the echo of the crackling wood, his hands balling into fists at his sides. Eren blew the splinters off his palms and clapped them together to get rid of the rest of the debris as he walked leisurely around the room with his freshly grown leg, circling Reiner like a hawk to its prey.

“Did you feel anything when you killed Marco? Did you feel anything when I told you my mom was eaten? Knowing it was all your goddamn fault?!” Eren roared, his eye a ball of flaming green fire.

“I—”

“No, you didn’t feel anything. Because if you felt anything, you wouldn’t have tried so hard to get close to me.” Eren unraveled the bandages around his face to reveal his other eye, somehow making the fury blazing in his stare even more potent. He let the bandages drop to the ground, the fabric twisting and turning gently as they fell into a pile. Reiner blinked slowly, so slowly it would have seemed he fell asleep for a moment. He stepped forward, about to reach out to Eren when his breath hitched in his throat, his lungs refusing to expand as he was yet again face-to-face with the boy—man—he had ruined the life of and had grown close to, all at the same time.

He took a deep breath once his lungs began to function again, closing his eyes to block out Eren’s intense glare.

“I was always your friend, Eren,” he clarified, taking the chance to raise his arm up and reach out to the other man in hopes of understanding, of doing something to prevent whatever he was about to do. He flinched at the sound of applause outside, a horrifying reminder of the sheer number of people outside that Eren could so easily massacre in the span of a minute if he transformed. If only he could teleport and tell Willy to get everybody the hell out of there. But alas, he was confined to this basement with nobody other than the embodiment of the Attack Titan.

“Please believe me,” he pleaded, a hopeful yet terrified smile pulling at the corner of his lips as he watched Eren’s expression soften. “I’ve always liked you.”

But Eren’s expression wasn’t softening. It was merely morphing into one of mockery, disdain sharpening in his glare and piercing his chest like a lion’s claws ripping into its prey. He never felt weaker than at that moment.

“Don’t,” he huffed, taking a deep breath before shrieking, “ patronize me! ”

He descended upon Reiner with superhuman speed, gripping his outstretched wrist and pinning it against the wall along with the rest of his body, raising his forearm up and pressing it against Reiner’s neck. He expected Reiner to scream, grunt, curse, or exhale sharply, but the last thing he expected to hear was—

“ Ah-nn!”

It was almost comical how stiff the two men went at the sound, their eyes widening at the same time as they simply stared at each other. In awe, fright, surprise, or a mixture of all three. Reiner couldn’t gather what Eren was thinking from his unreadable expression, but all he knew was that his face was bright red, his heart was racing, and his body was being far too receptive to the heavy weight on his windpipe.

And all Eren knew was that he quickly found out that he liked this just as much as Reiner so obviously did as well.

“Did you just...moan?” Eren whispered, his eyebrow quirking in intrigue. He moved his forearm forward, pressing more of his body weight into Reiner, eliciting yet another sound of pleasure from the other’s thin lips.

“N-no— mmn!” The feeling of his windpipe and the sides of his neck being pressed in together was a feeling that left Reiner’s knees weak, his eyelids growing heavy as endorphins danced around his brain, leaving him in a state of swoon.

As Reiner struggled to stay standing, all Eren could do was stare in pure shock at the scene before him. Never had he seen Reiner come undone so quickly and so easily before, not even when he came across Bertholdt fucking him brilliantly in the outhouse during training. He looked, frankly, bored, as if he was putting on a scene for the other. Perhaps it really was a good thing the beanpole died. Now, Eren could play around with that expression of pure ecstasy without worrying that a seven-foot-tall bag of bones would try and slap him with those gangly limbs.

“Interesting…” Eren trailed off, his tongue wetting his lips as he dropped his forearm, allowing Reiner to gasp for breath and cough. The blond’s hand snaked up to his own throat, making sure it was okay, although its trail was hesitant, bewildered. Was this discovery also new to Reiner himself?

“So...this is new to you, too?” he dared to ask, his hand twitching to replace Reiner’s and uncover that never-before-seen expression on the other’s face once again.

Reiner scoffed and swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing at the resistance his throat gave. “Shut up.”

“I mean, no wonder you always looked so bored when Bertholdt was fucking you,” Eren continued with a shrug as he looked around the room. He smirked, his eyes drifting to Reiner’s, mischief glinting conspicuously in both of them. “You needed something else to get you off.”

Reiner’s confusion was palpable, his agape mouth transforming into a sneer once he realized what Eren was talking about. His face had already been red, but now it was a deep scarlet as his mind ran back and quickly figured out that the shadow outside the window of the outhouse had, indeed, been Eren Yeager. How long had the little bastard been there? He was...busy during that time, so he lost track of the shadow outside once they changed positions. Had Eren...been watching them? Not merely passing by and getting surprised by the sight?

“I said shut the fuck up,” Reiner growled, pushing himself off the wall to leave. However, Eren’s hand clamped down on his throat, pushing him back in the wall and causing his head to thump off the concrete. “Shit!” He tried to gasp, but the force pressing against the sides of his throat was even stronger than before, with more purpose, causing his gasp to morph into a squeal.

“Did I say you could leave?” Eren murmured, leaning forward so that his lips tickled the shell of the other’s ear. He licked a trail on the outside of Reiner’s ear, causing the other to release another strained gasp and squirm under the weight of his hand. Perhaps this awakened something in him, too, because his body was reacting just like Reiner’s was. He couldn’t stop his hand no matter how much he tried; the expression and small whimpers the blond was making underneath him were like pure opium.

“Eren! Ere— oh,” Reiner cried, his clawing at Eren’s hand halting once the brunet’s lips fell to the junction of his jaw and neck, sucking feverishly at the soft skin that wasn’t taken up by his tense fingers. Once he came to after the sensation roiled him up, he exclaimed, “W-what are you doing? Eren, stop—”

“Stop?” Eren chuckled, his other hand dropping to Reiner’s crotch, which was painfully swollen and twitched as his knuckles brushed against it, drawing out a delicious moan from the throat underneath his hold. “And let you leave like this? How rude would that be of me, especially since I was the cause of this?” He paused, a pensive look replacing his devious one. “I mean, if you really want me to, I’ll stop.”

He stepped back, releasing Reiner’s throat and holding his hands up in the air. He tried to suppress the devilish grin that threatened to come out, keeping his face neutral. “I stopped.”

But it was nearly impossible to suppress the grin any longer as he watched Reiner’s expression morph from pure pleasure to confusion to, finally, loss. His trembling hands came up to reconvey the place where Eren’s hand was, an angry red bruise beginning to bloom at the sides of his neck as if trying to see if the hand was truly gone. His eyes dropped to his own crotch, wincing at the sight of it as well as, probably, the pain his constrictive pants were giving him.

“I…” Reiner was both at a loss for words. His eyes searched the room until they fell upon Eren again, a sort of pleading in them. He wanted Eren to read his mind so that he didn’t have to embarrass himself by begging do it again, please come here and choke me and fuck me— but all Eren did was stand there, which was somehow more infuriating than listening to him whisper humiliating things into his ear.

“...come here,” he mumbled, rubbing his forearm nervously. He didn’t dare make eye contact, staring down at the floor as if it’d kill him to look up and meet Eren’s undoubtedly jeering eyes.

“What? I couldn’t hear you?” Eren cupped his hand behind his ear and leaned forward, causing Reiner to suck on his teeth and ball his hands into fists at his sides.

“You’ve always been a little shit, haven’t you?” Reiner grumbled, his arm shooting out and gripping Eren’s wrist, bringing it up and guiding the other’s hand around his throat. “I said—”

“Ah-ah,” Eren interrupted, shaking his head. His hand stayed limp around Reiner’s throat, his other hand sitting comfortably in the pocket of his trousers. “You have to prove to me how much you want it.” He tipped his chin up, gazing at Reiner underneath heavy eyelids, shifting his weight onto one foot.

“Beg.”

“Wha-wha—” Reiner spluttered, his eyes wide and his grip on Eren’s wrist getting tighter and tighter. “What?” As much as he was surprised, his body very much was not. It took in the simple word like an aphrodisiac, his shoulders and cheeks getting even redder and his crotch getting even more painful.

“You heard what I said,” Eren taunted, licking his lips as he closed the gap between them, halting right before his lips. “Beg. Or else I’ll leave you like a bitch in heat.”

When had Eren grown so domineering? He had always had a certain gusto about him, some confidence that propelled him forward, even if it made him look like a loser. He didn’t give up during the ODM training even when it was clearly rigged against him. He made the broken thing work. It was pure rage that was fueling him, but...when had lust taken over? When had the fury in his eyes melted into hot ardor? Had he...always felt that way about Reiner?

“Eren…” he trailed off, trying to muster up the courage to actually beg. God, this was humiliating. How the hell did they even get here? What were they doing? But he couldn’t let Eren leave and kill all those people. And he certainly couldn’t fight in this condition. As much as it was dehumanizing, Eren was right. It felt as if he was in heat, his entire body boiling and in need of an electric touch.

“Choke me, please.”

“Yawn. Do better.”

“C-choke me, hard.” Reiner’s eyes rolled partly up as he felt the pressure of Eren’s hand growing around his neck, unable to restrain his outburst: “Harder! Please, choke me—touch me...ugh…”

The pressure had returned, and the physical incapability of speaking due to his constricted windpipe replaced his emotional incapability due to his dignity. But what dignity did he have now? All he could do now was completely let go.

“Fuck, yes! E-Eren, I—” He gasped when the pressure finally returned to its previous state, giving his body its much-needed dose of aggression. “I want you to f...f-fuck me.”

Eren chuckled, deep and dark, and before the other knew it, they were smashing lips, a violent exchange of saliva and pleasure.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he murmured against Reiner’s lips, both of them panting after the impromptu makeout session. He smirked as he slipped his other hand out of his pocket and trailed it down Reiner’s chest, stopping at his pecs and giving them a generous squeeze, earning him a grunt from the blond. “To be honest, I thought you’d come just from me choking you. Kind of pathetic, don’t you think?”

Reiner’s eyes were tightly squeezed shut, biting his bottom lip to prevent any more embarrassing sounds from slipping out.

“S-shut up.” But that couldn’t have been less convincing. The affinity for choking was new, but the chest fondling was old news. The training camp had been torture for him since there were way too many instances of people accidentally brushing against his pecs or nipples, almost causing him to rupture a blood vessel from trying to suppress a squeak.

But Eren was taking full advantage of having it right in front of him, diving his face into them and massaging them with his free hand with a voracious speed as if they’d disappear.

“These have grown a lot, haven’t they?” Eren jeered, pulling back his choking hand to strip Reiner of the top half of his clothing to be even closer to those soft pecs. The second the fabric had been removed, his choking hand returned and he dove right back in, leaving a trail of hickeys on the cleavage made by his pecs.

“Eren! E—a-ah—”

“I’d say they’re almost D cups, I think,” he continued, his voice muffled from the masses of muscle. He pulled back slightly, eyeing them for a moment before opening his mouth and clamping his teeth around the perfectly pink and perky nipple, leaving deep marks in the velvety areola.

“AH! What the—ow!” Reiner’s eyelids shot open, looking to see what the hell Eren was doing down there. All he saw was him grinning proudly, his hand coming up to stroke the bitemarks and not-so-accidentally passing over the nipple, giving it a gentle squeeze and flick. “Eren, the fuck?”

“Get down on your knees,” Eren commanded, and Reiner found himself on autopilot at the conviction in the other’s voice, his knees wobbling before dropping to the floor in compliance. He kept his eyes on Eren’s knees, his previous bashfulness returning; how could he make eye contact like this? He knew what was going to happen next: the horrendous blush on his face and chest made it quite clear.

Meanwhile, Eren was taking his time enjoying the view under him. He bit his bottom lip, letting out another chuckle as he shook his head. “You know, Reiner, I always looked up to you. I never thought I’d see you like this. So...submissive.” He tipped Reiner’s chin up gently with his finger to get the other to meet his eyes. “You never let me get the upper hand in training. You were the one making me drop to my knees.” He frowned. “But now you’re looking up to me. Funny how that works, huh? It only took the murder of an entire village of people and my mom to get you like this.”

Eren teasing him about his choking kink was humiliating. Being on his knees to somebody he saw as a little brother, about to commit even more sinful acts, was humiliating. But being constantly reminded of all the atrocities he committed against his friends was pure torture. It was putting quite a damper on his mood, but he couldn’t exactly tell Eren to stop talking about it because he’d only jeer him more. The only way he could think to get Eren to shut up was…

He dove forward, opening his mouth and wrapping his lips around the bulge in Eren’s trousers, his hand coming up to further massage it. His trousers smelled of grass and disinfectant, but the distraction was clearly working, seeing as Eren’s agape mouth stopped forming words and only allowed a shuddering breath to pass through.

“You’re eager, eh? Alright, I’ll give you what you want.” With one swift motion, he unbuckled his belt and was about to let it drop to the floor, but his eyes flashed with intrigue as they switched between Reiner’s neck and the leather. “On second thought…”

He wrapped it around Reiner’s neck, and before the blond could say anything, he zipped the belt until it was pressed tightly against the pallid skin underneath, already causing it to pinken from irritation. He poked a new hole into the leather, sliding it through and returning his hands to unbutton his trousers.

“You look like a dog,” Eren scoffed. Once his trousers were unbuttoned, he pushed them down only slightly; he didn’t expect this to take too long, seeing as how undone Reiner already was. He gripped the other’s jaw tightly in his hand, maneuvering the chiseled face to look up at him. “Bark for me.”

Reiner, who was still processing the belt around his neck, spluttered about and furiously shook his head, trying to get it out of Eren’s grip. “Hell no! I’m not a damn dog.”

“Hm. Shame.” Eren’s grip on him lessened, only for it to return full force when he transferred it from his muscled jaw to his short hair, the locks sticking straight up in between his fingers. “Then put your mouth to good use.”

Reiner was going to object, but the warmth radiating from in front of him made him drop his eyes to be faced with what looked like an iron rod underneath the linen fabric of Eren’s drawers. He gulped at the sight; if this didn’t fit in his mouth, how the hell was this going to go inside of him? He would have cursed himself for thinking that far ahead, but the act was inevitable—Eren was going to fuck his brains out.

He took a deep breath and leaned forward, pressing a hesitant kiss to the tip wetting the fabric with precum practically sticking up out of the top. He had caught flashes of Eren naked whenever they came across a hot spring or all the boys bathed together, and what was in front of him hardly compared to what he had seen back then. Eren truly had grown in more ways than one.

He shakily lifted a hand and moved the fabric out of the way, allowing Eren’s cock to spring up proudly, almost as if he was mocking Reiner and his need for it. He licked his lips and leaned forward, licking from the base to the tip with a flat tongue, practically drooling over it with the amount of need swirling in his chest.

“F...uck,” Eren groaned, tipping his chin up as his grip on Reiner’s hair tightened. “Got a lot of practice with Bertholdt, I see.”

Just at the mention of Bertholdt, Reiner sped up his stroking and licking, yet again hoping this method would get Eren to shut up and to produce more of those sounds of pleasure. Sure, he seemed to be dominant in this dynamic, but Reiner was the one who held the most power as of now. He could leave Eren blue-balled and walk away, or Eren could do the same to him. They were caught in a lustful dance of power, and neither wanted to walk away, as sinful as it was.

“Wait, you’re going too— shit!” The grip on his hair was growing painful, and it only grew tighter when he opened his mouth wide and engulfed Eren’s cock up to the middle, using his tongue all the while to lap up his drool and his hand to stroke the places his mouth couldn’t reach. He very much successfully got Eren to shut the fuck up, and he smiled to himself as he graciously lent his throat as a substitute for yelling at him to be quiet.

“What a fucking slut,” Eren chuckled, brushing the few long locks of hair that flopped into Reiner’s eyes, tipping his chin up slightly to meet his eyes. “Look at me while you do it.”

Pervert, Reiner thought, but he wasn’t all that different himself, for he looked up at lightning speed and locked eyes with the commandeering man above him, feeling precum and saliva running down his beard. That’ll be a bitch to clean.

“Good.” Just that word was enough to send chills down his spine, his eyelids fluttering with pleasure as he reached his hand that wasn’t busy stroking down between his legs, trying to soothe the throbbing pain spreading in his groin. But he was interrupted by Eren groaning and his grip on his hair turning into stone.

“Since you wanna go so fast,” he murmured, cocking his head curiously before pulling Reiner all the way down his cock, the other’s nose nestling in the happy trail leading down his stomach.

GURK!

“It’s satisfying to see you choking on me,” he laughed, tossing his head back to let out a moan as he could feel Reiner’s throat tightening and moving around him, the softness of the back of his mouth leaving him breathless. “I’ll fuck you in a second, but in the meantime…”

He gave an experimental thrust, slow and shallow, leading to more gurgling and choking noises from the man below him, drool beginning to build up in the corners of his mouth and dribble down his chin. Reiner’s hands flung out to grip Eren’s thighs, trying to process the fact that he was being facefucked.

“Mmgh—nngf!” He tried desperately to slurp up as much drool as he could, but it was beginning to pour now, down his chin and onto the floor, gathering into a pool near his knees. His eyes were watering, the tears accumulating in the corners of his eyes.

“F-fuck yeah,” Eren growled. Now equipped with more confidence, he pulled out of Reiner’s mouth partly—giving the other a short sense of relief—before snapping his hips forward, lodging himself deep down in his throat. A horrid gagging sound released itself from his throat, squeezing between his cheeks and Eren’s cock. His stomach dry-heaved, but he had hardly any time to recuperate before Eren launched back into thrusting himself over and over into his mouth.

“Hah— fuck, this is good,” he groaned, a smirk ever-present on his lips. He could feel Reiner’s throat straining against the belt as it expanded, which only provided even more tightness. However, his smirk disappeared once he felt a familiar warmth building up in his stomach, signaling he was almost at his end. He lowered his head from the thrown-back position it had been in before, and he almost finished on the spot when he saw the lewdness on Reiner’s face. The blond was beet red, his cheeks looking as if he had been slapped over and over—which he had somewhat been, with Eren’s stomach—his mouth berry red and stretched to accommodate the cock he was sucking so deliciously, gobs of spit running down his chin, and tears trailing down those highlighter-red cheeks. God, he looked gorgeous.

“Well,” he mumbled, pulling out of Reiner’s mouth and allowing him a moment to breathe and cough out all the phlegm and irritation gathered up in his throat. He only added more spit to the pool in front of him, falling onto hands and knees as he spat out the last of the spit and precum that accumulated in his throat.

Eren let out an exasperated breath, rolling his eyes as he buried his hand in Reiner’s hair again and roughly tugged him up to his feet, the other whining and complaining the entire way. He faced the blond for only a second before turning him around to face the wall and shoved him against it, his chest pressed against the cold stone. While his hand was busy holding Reiner’s wrists together behind his back, the other trailed down to grip his ass, giving it a firm squeeze before slipping it underneath the waistband of his trousers.

“Your mouth pussy was fantastic, but I want to use the real one,” he explained, his lips leaving the tip of Reiner’s ears bright red as he stroked the soft skin underneath his hand and cupped the mounds of well-built muscle. “What a bubble butt. Heh, you really worked hard on this. If your muscles are this tight, I can’t imagine your asshole.”

“Mm!” Reiner whimpered, his shoulders hiking up to his ears to protect them from the assault of Eren’s hot breath and humiliating words. He tried to break free from Eren’s grip on his wrists, to no avail. Both his wrists and his neck were restricted, and although it was uncomfortable, it only made the throbbing ache in his pants even more painful. How he developed this kink, he had no idea—all he knew was that he wanted relief, now. “Eren...Eren, please. Fuck me. Ple—guh— ”

“Shut up for a second,” Eren commanded as he forced two fingers into Reiner’s already heavily lubricated mouth, sopping up the spit dripping from the roof of his mouth and tongue. He shuddered at the feeling of Reiner’s soft tongue wrapping around his fingers, amazed that such a thing was on his cock only a few moments ago and even more amazed that he didn’t come on the spot. He used his thumb to push Reiner’s pants down to his ankles, marveling at the view of his back muscles rippling under his pale skin, fighting against the restraining grip on his wrists, followed by the elegant slope into the two golden apples for an ass.

“Goddamn,” he breathed, lowering his head and opening his mouth to deliver a deep bite to the virgin skin at the nape of Reiner’s neck, sinking his canines into the flesh in an almost animalistic motion, causing Reiner to jolt from underneath him.

“Eren, stop with the biting!” Reiner pleaded, but he couldn’t help the whispery moan that passed through his lips at the thought of being marked.

“Sorry not sorry,” Eren replied with a snicker, resorting to leaving hickeys to further mark his presence on Reiner’s body, proudly screaming I was here and fucked him beautifully. “You clean back here?”

The mere insinuation that he wasn’t made Reiner want to turn around and snap Eren’s neck right then and there, especially considering he very much doubted Eren was. He grunted, the awkwardness of that question causing nausea to boil in his stomach.

“I...bathed for the festival earlier today,” he explained haltingly, his blush radioactive at this point. But when Eren didn’t move right away, he sighed and opened his legs slightly, wrestling one wrist free and trailing it down to his asscheek, spreading it open as a very clear invitation. “Hurry up.”

Eren’s eyes widened, and a heated smile filled out his face at the sight of Reiner coming completely undone and practically begging to get fucked. Before the spit on his fingers could dry, he spread Reiner’s cheeks with his other fingers and plunged his index and middle fingers inside, earning a squeal from the blond.

“S-slow! Slower!”

A confused look crossed Eren’s face, but he shrugged and continued to scissor Reiner open, curling his fingers against the soft walls to try and find that one spot that drove men crazy. He found out about that quickly while at the hospital, a male nurse being particularly caring and spreading his legs open to cure a patient.

“I thought you’d be looser than this,” he replied, genuinely baffled at how tightly Reiner’s grip around his fingers was. How the hell was he supposed to fit inside? They said the bottom being tight is more pleasurable, but he imagined it’d downright hurt his dick.

“You jackass, I haven’t done it in a-a wh... while,” Reiner stuttered, a grunt sneaking in between his words as he tried to accustom himself to the feeling. He was arching his back as much as possible, but he quickly discovered it could arch much more when a sudden wave of pleasure crashed over him and a lustful cry made his mouth drop.

“Found it,” Eren sang, a proud grin spreading across his lips.

“Hng-! ” was all that came out of Reiner, followed by heavy breathing and small whimpers as he tried to regulate his breathing, but it was difficult when Eren ruthlessly continued abusing that spot now that he knew its location. “Eren...it feels...a-ah…”

“My fingers are magic, I know,” he replied with a shit-eating grin, and although Reiner’s back was to him, he could feel the bratty expression he was making.

“Oh, shut up, you idiot,” Reiner groaned, about to insult the other once more before another wave of pure pleasure corrupted him and returned him to his panting, sweating state.

After a few more moments of scissoring and dirty talk, Eren pulled out his fingers, much to Reiner’s dismay, and gripped himself as he stepped closer and lined himself up with Reiner’s entrance.

“Alright, get ready,” he joked, bracing the wall with one hand and snaking the other around Reiner’s neck once more, pulling his head back so that he could see the look of shock in his eyes as he slowly pushed the tip inside.

“Ngh!” Tears were gathering at the corners of Reiner’s eyes again as he attempted, again and again, to relax and breathe the pain away, but it didn’t help that Eren was so well-endowed. “Just...slow—go slowly.”

Eren pulled out at a snail’s pace, looking down to see where they connected before pushing back in, earning a low groan from both the men. “I don’t even have to try. You’re so tight, I can’t fucking move. Feels like my dick is going to be pulled off.”

Reiner rolled his eyes, about to say something until a sigh interrupted him as Eren continued to pull out and push inside, staying at the same pace. “I can’t control that. I hope your dick gets pulled off. Maybe then you wouldn’t be a murderous basta— hngh!”

A slap echoed in the small room from Eren giving one solid thrust, the roughness of it seen from the reddening of Reiner’s ass. He chuckled at the other’s reaction and tightened his grip on his neck, the belt making it a lot easier to yank him back and force him to meet his eyes. “Watch your words, Braun. Or else,” he gave another rapid thrust, causing the fat on Reiner’s ass to ripple from the force, “that will happen.”

“O-okay, okay, I’m d-done!” Reiner cried, his arm reaching back to grip Eren’s shirt for leverage while the other clung to the wall for dear life. “I promise, I’ll s...nngh...stop.”

“That’s what I thought,” Eren taunted, licking a trail up Reiner’s cheek, picking up the salty tears spilling from his eyes along the way. “You think I can move now without losing my dick?”

Reiner didn’t answer. All he did was lower his head as much as he could with Eren’s grip on it, preparing himself to lose the small ounce of dignity he still had left. He arched his back and pushed back onto Eren’s cock, gasping at the feeling of it spreading him apart and leaving him so perfectly full. He swirled his hips, trying to find that spot Eren so easily discovered, all the while pulling out and swirling his hips as he pushed back. It was quite the ab workout, causing sweat to build up on his hairline and building a thin sheen on his skin.

This was heaven on Earth. The view was spectacular, but what was more spectacular was watching Reiner act like a complete slut, as if Eren’s cock was the only thing that could bring him relief and pleasure. He was really willing to give up all his dignity just to use it to pleasure himself, and Eren couldn’t have been more willing of a participant.

“I guess that’s the answer to my question,” he breathed, a moan causing him to throw his head back. He dropped both his hands to Reiner’s hips, riding alongside their gyrating motions. “Yeah...that’s nice. Keep moving like that.”

“Eren,” Reiner warned, looking over his shoulder now that his neck was freed. “Eren, move, goddamn it.”

Eren cocked his head. “Is that how you ask for it?”

“Oh, for fuck’s—Eren, please, fuck me. Ruin me, do what you want, just please fuck m— ”

“That’s all I needed to hear.” It only took half a second for Eren to comply with Reiner's wishes, snapping his hips forward and sending Reiner careening toward the wall, his face pressed up against the stone just like his chest was. He’d definitely have scrapes on his face as it bounced up and down with each merciless thrust that practically sent him up the wall.

“ Ahn—ugh! Fuck, fuck, yes! Feels good, f-feels so—hnngh! ” The dry slapping noises eventually turned into wet, squelching sounds that would have made Reiner cringe, but he could barely hear them in the fugue state he was in. Eren was right: he felt like a dog in heat, his mind on nothing else but getting pounded until he was filled.

“Faster! God, faster! Ngh, harder!”

Reiner’s moans leaked, and as much as he wanted to stop, he didn’t have the energy since all of it was going into not finishing right then and there. It was just what he needed, except…

He tilted his head back, which was difficult with how roughly Eren was slamming into him, but he eventually caught Eren’s eye and smiled. “Choke me, Eren. Choke me until I can’t breathe.”

Eren smiled back, his grin malicious. “You got it, sweetheart.”

He took that command to heart because instead of one hand this time around, he used both hands, wrapping them around Reiner’s neck and using that for leverage instead of his hips. It was honestly a nicer angle to better fuck Reiner into oblivion, and he used it to his full advantage.

Smack, smack, smack, smack…

“ Guh— ugh, fu-uck,” Reiner groaned, practically gargling his own words with how he could barely breathe. Meanwhile, Eren was struggling with holding back his own moans with how velvety soft Reiner’s walls were, hugging him like the most comfortable sweater in the world. How did he go this long without taking advantage of the hole that had been around him all this time?

“I never thought you’d be this easy of a lay,” Eren remarked, graduating one hand’s place from Reiner’s neck to his hair, pulling it and pushing his face into the concrete. “Who knew you’d open up to me this easily? If I knew, I would’ve fought Bertholdt for access to your ass.”

The fog of lust clouding Reiner’s brain long enough for him to understand and process Eren’s comments, and, even though it was nearly impossible to speak anything other than moans and whines and emote anything other than pleasure, he still attempted to reach backward and scratch Eren’s hip, leaving three bright marks on the tanned skin.

“After this is over, I’m going to kill you,” Reiner managed to say when Eren stopped shortly to readjust his angle. He was very grateful for that split second of clarity because once Eren started up, instead of brushing against that spot, he was directly nailing it over and over with perfect precision.

“ OH— oh, my God, I-I’m—too much, too much, I’m so— ah, hah... c-close—!” Reiner was incoherent at this point, finally reaching the “brains fucked out” stage of this brutal hookup. He could no longer think. All he could do was moan, pant, and cry out each time his spot was abused.

“ Hah—I’m gonna come soon, t-too,” Eren breathed, having his own difficulties with speech. He tried to act as cool and collected for as long as possible, but now, it was nearly impossible, with each thrust drawing out the warm feeling in his stomach more and more. It also didn’t help that Reiner kept tightening around him with each thrust, giving him all the components to finish. He just needed one thing.

“Where do you want it?” Eren whispered, dropping his head to take advantage of the last few moments to leave more hickeys all along Reiner’s neck and collarbones.

Reiner was beyond redemption at this point, evidenced by the fact that he all but screamed out, “Inside! Please, inside, come inside, I n-need it, I need you, please, I—”

His orgasm was sudden and unexpected, but Eren hit his spot at the perfect angle and speed, causing it to rip through his body. He was left speechless, going rigid as his vision spotted before going completely white, finally receiving the release he had been chasing over the past half hour. He heard somebody wailing, and when his consciousness returned to him, he realized he was the one making that awful noise, his vocal cords frying themselves with the unadulterated ecstasy running through his system.

Eren didn’t take much longer to follow, giving a few more slams—rougher than all the ones preceding them—before coming undone deep inside Reiner, groaning at the feeling of warmth coating Reiner’s walls and making his insides even hotter than they already were. But he wasn’t done. In his state of bliss, he managed to pull out of Reiner—earning a pitiful whimper from the other—and turn him around to push down on his shoulders so that he was on his knees again.

“Fuck, fuck—fuck! ” Eren couldn’t help the countless exclamations of pleasure that racked his body as he stroked himself furiously in front of Reiner’s face. The last of his come splashed on Reiner’s face, coating his cheeks and the bridge of his nose in the milky white substance. Yet again, he wasn’t done. He smeared the tip across Reiner’s lips, painting them with the same glossy color. And with that, he was done, stepping back to admire his handiwork. He grinned, satisfied with the result.

He had completely ruined Reiner Braun. His hair was tangled and sticking out in all different places. His eyes were red from crying. His face was completely coated in sticky, hot semen. He could barely open his lips without it stringing between them. Tears stained his splotched cheeks, and dried saliva ran down the entirety of his chin and throat. His chest was red as well, full of bite marks and hickeys. His neck was a completely different story—it was probably rubbed raw and full of scratches and finger indentations, all of which were hidden under the belt. And then…

“Turn around for me and bend over,” Eren said, his last demand of the night.

He had evidently turned Reiner into an obedient subordinate because without a single complaint or hesitation, the blond nodded submissively and turned around, revealing his back that was full of scratches and the deep bite mark at the nape of his neck. To think, he’d probably be targeting that nape in a couple of minutes once again, except it’d be for the kill. He wondered if, when he’d rip Reiner from the nape of his Titan’s neck and admire his dead body, the bite mark on his neck would still be there.

Reiner bent over, lifting his ass in the air and dropping his chest and face to the floor, a look of pure embarrassment on his soiled face.

“Beautiful,” Eren whispered to himself as he watched his come pour out of Reiner’s hole, running down his leg and dripping onto the ground. “Satisfied?”

Reiner, from his docile place on the floor, nodded his head, his hair flowing back and forth on the ground. “Y-yes...thank you…”

He then collapsed to the floor, his hips no longer able to sustain his own weight. His legs were trembling, never having experienced such a savage fucking before. It had always been loving, sweet, slow. But he quickly found that he had been severely deprived of something he so desperately needed. He’d probably get brain damage from all the choking he was going to do in the future, but that didn’t matter. He already planned on dying soon, anyway.

“I’m going...to kill you...after this,” Reiner continued, severely out of breath.

Eren walked over silently, squatting down and brushing the hair out of Reiner’s sweaty and dirtied face. “I’d like to see you try. You can barely walk.”

He laughed and pat Reiner on the rear, standing back up and walking over to the exit as he fixed his trousers and buttoned them.

“But thanks for the good fuck. I needed that. Honestly, if I hadn’t made everybody from Paradis come rescue me today, I’d save this battle for another day. I’m feeling very…” He lifted up his hands, looking at his nails and running his fingers through his hair. “...relaxed right now.”

Reiner was half-asleep, but he was conscious enough to have heard Eren’s words loud and clear. He snapped his head up and turned to stare at Eren to see if what he heard was the truth, but all he was met with was Eren adjusting his shirt and tightening his hair into a bun.

“P-Paradis?”

“Yeah. Heh.” Eren looked over his shoulder and winked. “I’ll catch you out there, then. If you manage to survive, come to Paradis. I’ll give you a very special welcome.”

And with that, Eren Yeager exited the room heavy with the smell of sex and quiet enough to hear a pin drop. Reiner Braun was left alone—used and besmirched with a fucked-out mind—to mull over what just happened and what will happen in only a handful of minutes.

Eren fucking Yeager.

[jellicle-home-for-jellicle-ships]

Alright. Buckle up.

I've made happy noises before about Tuggerstrap in the German tent tour of 2011-2013, but now it's time for me to weep over it.

Tugger still annoys Munkustrap at every chance he can get, but they also work beautifully as a team. They are both the leaders of the tribe here, and they complement each other's strengths.

Alonzo comes across as quite young in this production, and (at least on this night) he takes a smaller role in the Macavity fight even than Mungojerrie. So it makes sense that, when danger strikes, Munkustrap and Tugger gravitate to each other as the two main protectors of the tribe - as two cats who know to their core that they can rely on each other for anything.

Macavity they were having a happy little jig and a cup of tea with Tumblebrutus, why do you have to ruin everything??

Now, this production has a thrust stage - a semicircle with the audience surrounding them except at the back - so they're always performing to three sides, and there's much more of a sense that danger might come from any direction (especially as the cats often do move through the audience along various aisles). So here, when the alarm sounds, the kittens (who are mostly on the outskirts, nearer the audience) hit the ground, while the adults stay standing at the centre in protector stance, looking around to work out where the danger came from.

In fact, the first thing Tugger does after the initial alarm 'freeze' is move toward Munkustrap - who is standing with his back to him in The Stance - with his own slightly more crouching version of The Stance, and duck his head under his arm so they're standing interlocked, arms crossing each other's back, a fierce wall of protection facing the direction from which the crash sounded. 🥺

(And please notice Tumblebrutus trying to be brave - on his feet like the adults but with his back arched in fear, trying to look big and/or to huddle up like a scared kitten at the same time - and Skimble's arms wrapped around a tiny terrified ball of Jemima at the front there before he hurries her into the middle of the circle I'm not crying you're crying.)

(Continued under the cut.)

But they keep hearing danger from one side then another, and with each alarm they shift, pulling the kittens in toward the centre with the adults in a defensive formation around them. This frees Tugger and Munk up to rush to the edges of the stage (moving opposite each other but meeting at the middle) to look out into the audience, trying to find the threat. (That little glance back over his shoulder just before he snarls, making sure all his family are behind him and safe! 🥺)

Of course, it does no good. Macavity appears behind them and they all swing to face the danger - which is their undoing. He hypnotises them all and, as he passes each cat, they collapse behind him. His minions hustle Deuteronomy off through the audience to the right.

Munkustrap struggles to his knees, reaching for Tugger, and the two of them cling to each other desperately, using each other for support as they fight their way back to their feet. In fact, Tugger stays down a little longer: his first priority is to get Munkustrap up. He uses his solid stance on his knees to push Munkustrap to his feet.

Then Munkustrap pulls him up and they cling for a moment, finding their balance in each other. It’s a quick exchange of looks, claws tight on each other’s arms - and Munkustrap and a few other protectors take off after Macavity.

But Tugger dashes off to stage left, with the kittens and the older cats who are going to ground to hide. To protect them? Or to find Mistoffelees?

It’s obviously not cowardice: he was standing shoulder to shoulder with Munkustrap throughout the confrontation, and there’s a reason they split up here. They hardly needed to exchange a word to know what they each had to do in this crisis. And they trust each other, without a backward glance.

Anyway. Weep with me, over Tugger and Munkustrap, co-leaders of the Jellicles, who find strength and balance in each other and dance little jigs with kittens.

Dominik Hees as Tugger and Jack Rebaldi as Munkustrap, Martin Berger as Deuteronomy, probably Shane Dickson or Adam Margilewski covering Macavity; German tent tour, 2011. Source.

[darkmulti]

12:39

BTS

Vampire! Taehyung & Jungkook x human!female reader

Genre: explicit smut

Word Count: 1.7K

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A/N: Here’s a little time stamp before I log out😔 This was suppose to be a five hundred word time stamp, but I kinda got carried away👉👈

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⚠️Warnings: rough sex, cum eating, breeding kink, choking, manipulation, biting, squirting, bits of degradation, bits of praising, blowjob, cum play, dacryphilia kink, double penetration, anal, spitting/licking, overstimulation, orgasm, probably missed something

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“Jungkook! Please go faster!” Y/N moans and throws her head back, clenching around the vampire's cock. The other vampire, Taehyung, sat on the chair with his wine glass in hand, stroking himself. “That’s not my name princess.” Jungkook slaps her ass, thrusting a bit harder. “Ah- daddy! I’m so sorry daddy! Please go faster! Please!” The man behind her pushed her face against the wall, then wrapped his veiny arm around her neck. “My little princess is enjoying this, isn’t she? Doesn’t it feel amazing?”

“Daddy, y-your cock is the best cock! P-please cum in me! Please, I-I need your thick, sweet cum in me!” She chokes out, enjoying every inch of Jungkook’s monster cock. “Taehyung!” Jungkook calls out. “Would you like to join us?” Taehyung clears his throat and gets up. He takes one more sip of the wine, before putting it down and spitting on all cock. “Get on the bed on all fours.” Jungkook lets her go and she quickly crawls onto the bed, waiting for her masters. She wasn’t allowed to make eye contact with them, so she kept her head low, but still eyed their beautiful cocks.

“Play with yourself, little one” she looks up at Taehyung, confused. “B-but you said to never touch myself. I-I don’t want to get in trouble.” She says innocently. “I’m telling you now. You listen to me and me only, understand little girl?” Taehyung gets in front of her face and pulls her hair back, so she could look at him. “You know daddy hates to repeat himself.” Taehyung flashes his fangs and sends a sadistic smile to her. “I-I’m sorry daddy, I understand!” While making eye contact with Taehyung, she shoved two fingers inside of herself. The vampire standing in front of her slapped her face with his cock a few times. “Thrust your fingers a little faster princess.” She moves her fingers faster and Taehyung slaps her cheek with his cock again.

“Open your mouth, little princess.” Y/N opens her mouth, taking in Tae’s fat tip. Taehyung fondles with her hair, gently pushing it back, out of her face, while thrusting his cock in and out. Oh boy- Jungkook could’ve came just by sight. She brushes her teeth against his tip and her tongue swirls all around. Her saliva soaked Taehyung’s cock, which made him chuckle. “You want daddy to cum down your throat, princess? Keep fucking doing that!” He throws his head back, showing off his Adam's apple. The older vampire starts thrusting a little faster, making the girl gag and tear up.

She chokes around his cock and curls her fingers inside her, clenching around them. Jungkook comes in from behind, with one hand stroking his cock, his other hand removes her fingers out of her warm, wet pussy and he shoves in his own. The younger vampire imagined his fingers as his cock. Therefore, he recklessly started thrusting them, whilst the human chokes around the older’s cock. She was the first to cum, causing her to moan around Taehyung’s cock, sending vibrations around it. Taehyung lets out a low moan, which the girl was a sucker (literally) for. She sucked harder, wanting Taehyung to cum down her throat. Y/N craved his cum. It was an addiction.

Soon, she got what she wanted when Taehyung finally cummed in her mouth and she gulped it all down just like water, except it was thick and sweet. She smiles and looks at Taehyung while drinking all of it like a good princess. Jungkook behind her was burning with jealousy. The amount of affection Taehyung had received from her, made his blood boil. “Remember little girl..” he slaps her ass then spits into her little asshole. “You have TWO daddies.” He lays another spank on her sore ass. “I-I remember daddy.” She quickly turns around and sits on his dick, kissing him deeply. Jungkook sets both of his hands on her hot ass cheek while she bounced on his cock. The younger vampire pulls away and bites into her neck, sucking a bit of blood out. “Ahh- daddy! N-not too hard. It kinda hurts.” She rests her jaw on his shoulder and Taehyung sits on the bed, pulling her away. “My turn.”

He lays her down and kisses her, while sliding his cock right in. “You want me to fuck my babies into you?” She excitedly nods her head, ‘yes’ and wraps her legs around Taehyung’s waist, wanting to take his whole, hard, fat cock. “Please please please! Shove it in me and call me your little whore, daddy”

“Oh, my little whore likes it rough?” Taehyung's hand lands on her neck and applies pressure, as he pounds his rock hard cock into her, making her scream. He didn’t think twice before pounding her at an inhumane speed, while choking her harder. He spits down on her pussy and keeps going harder into her. “You little bitch. You love this. Dirty cunt, all you want to do is be pounded by us.” Jungkook quickly gets on top of her face and shoves his cock far down her throat, demanding her to play with his balls. “Suck! Suck you little whore! This is what you waited for! You love it when your daddies fuck you rough and raw right?”

She hums around his cock, rolling her eyes back. Her pussy throbbed around Taehyung’s cock, which was somehow managing to go even faster. Both of the males start grunting and growling, until Jungkook gives in, cumming deep down her throat. He takes himself out and spits into her mouth, then slaps her. “You like that? You like me slapping your dirty, whore face?”

“Yes! I love it daddy!” Jungkook smiles and gets off of her. Y/N walls squeezed his cock, and before she knew it, her body gave in and squirted around the man. “Owwiee- slow down daddy! I-it’s stinging!” She cries out, moaning a lot louder. “You did this to yourself whore! You wanted me to be rough!”

She arches her back, tempting Jungkook to slap her tits, which he ended up giving into. He viciously sucks on her nipples and bites down on them a couple of times, just to hear her scream. “Please! I’m gonna cum again!” “Then do it! Cum for me slut, cum for your daddies?” Hot tears ran down her cheeks as her lower abdomen tightly shuts and she forcefully pushed her cum out of her. Taehyung’s seeds shoot deep inside of her, making her pussy more wet, and warm.

“Get on your side.” Taehyung fangs appear, scaring the girl and she immediately gets on her side and waits. They start speaking in another language and at the same time, look down at the girl, indicating that they were talking about her. “D-did I do something wrong?” She asks. “You’ve been ignoring Jungkook.”

“No I haven’t!” She slaps her hand over her mouth and apologizes. “I mean, I’m sorry daddy! I-I really didn’t mean to ignore you. Will you forgive me?” Jungkook gets behind her and lays down. “Depends, what will you do for me?” The younger male hints and brushes his cock on her butthole. She gasped, knowing what he wanted. “U-um, I’m not sure.” Before she could finish her sentence, Jungkook cut her off.

“Are you saying no to me? To your daddy?” She remains quiet and still under him. “Cat got your tongue? Did it just hit you that I own you?” He holds both of her arms back and slowly pushes his cock in her asshole, making her cry. She leans forward, hoping Taehyung would help, but he didn’t. Instead he also laid down in front of her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and slammed into her pussy. “I-It hurts!” Taehyung hushes her and holds her tighter, “this is gonna hurt.” Jungkook pulls her back into his embrace and goes off on her ass while holding her down.

Shocked, Y/N didn't scream immediately, but when she felt that stretch in her hole, she started to wail. Jungkook puts his arm around her neck, stopping her from crying. “If you really love your daddies, you’ll shut up and take it! You wanted us to be rough, you got it. Now take it because there's no going back!” Jungkook whispers in her ear behind her, grunting at times. “So fucking tight! I can feel Taehyung’s cock in you!”

They let the girl bawl her eyes out underneath them until she finally got used to it. She pokes her head out and opens her eyes. They see Taehyung’s eyes right away and he smiles. “Does it feel better now?”

“Y-yes” her tears were constant and uncontrollable. The overstimulation and sting in her core, ass and lips was making her cry. The two men didn’t slow down, ‘helping’ her situation more. The skin slapping was incredibly loud and it turned both of the vampires on too. Jungkook takes his cock out of her ass and pushes it with Taehyung’s cock. His cock forced it’s way inside her pussy, slowing down Taehyung because of the tightless. Y/N screams and cries into her pillow but doesn’t tell them to stop, because they’ll get mad at her. She claws Taehyung’s back, losing feeling in every limb.

The two men don’t mutter a word and continue doing it. Jungkook saw her distressed state and took it out. He slammed back into her ass and she mentally thanked him. “I’m gonna cum again!” She whispers out, weakly. “WAIT!” They both growl and pant, going even harder into her, chasing after their high. “I can’t daddy! I truly can’t!” She whimpers. “Okay, okay cum now! Cum now princess.” Jungkook hissed behind her.

Jungkook and Taehyung flooded her insides with cum, while she trembled under the two. She cums around Taehyung but she didn't stop there because suddenly, she felt a wave push throughout her body, releasing every muscle. Her legs shook for a couple minutes as she tried to catch her breath. Her tears stopped and the two vampires watched her have her first orgasm.

She finally blinks and Jungkook hugs her tiny body. He starts kissing and praising her for taking them so well. Taehyung then snatched her onto his chest and kissed her lips. “You did such a good job, little one. Daddy’s so proud of you.” Jungkook wraps his arms around her and pulls her back into his embrace and Taehyung lays on his side, facing her. The two vampires wait for her to fall asleep, then close their eyes after.

That’s what happens after 12:39

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Not edited like always😙

Xoxo, N❣️