#and 2: bruises on the top of my hip bone

[sunandsstars]

YAWNETU

CHAPTER 2

Jake x Neytiri x Na’vi!Reader

Summary: One other mate was enough, but two? Unneeded. ___ was the outcast, the unwanted woman. Jake and Neytiri wouldn’t ever see her..right? Warnings: Angst, Injury, Mentions of non-con/Abandonment, Pregnancy Word count: 1.5k

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___ awoke gradually, the soft breeze of the morning flowing through her braided hair. The creatures of Pandora were awake and chirping, singing their songs and melody’s to the lone Na’vi under the tree of souls.

The woman opened her eyes, she was still curled up beneath the sacred fauna, it’s long tendrils dropping down softly onto her skin. The grass beneath her glowed a soft bright blue, almost unseen due to the sun, but since she was so close she could make out the little flecks of colour.

___ sat up slowly, wincing at the pain in her body. Her ears dropped as she recalled the events of the previous night, Jake and Neytiri must have left her there, since she could not see or smell them in the area. She felt disgusted in her own skin. ‘I need to clean myself’

It was painful getting up onto her feet, her bones ached. But with Na’vi bodies it would not be long before they set into place again. She limped away from the place and towards the forest, now that it was day, hopefully it would be easier finding her way back to Hellsgate. If not she will call her ikran.

It did not take long for her to reach a clearing, a large waterfall rushed with life towards the right of her. She sighed and untied her tweng, letting it fall to the ground, doing the same for her top. She felt Jake’s spend from last night leak down her legs and whimpered, ears turned down. This was not how she expected her first mating to go.

___ dipped her foot into the water and after deeming it cool enough she stepped inside. Wading towards the waterfall and undoing her braids, throwing the beads towards her clothes. Hoping to find them later.

She grabbed different leaves and flowers on the way, standing under the fall and letting the water run down her body. She crushed the flowers and leaves, getting them wet and using them to clean her body, paying close attention to the dark marks on her lower back, hips, shoulders and arm.

She was sure the clan would be worried for her. Seeing her coming back alone and in such a state, or maybe they will not care, too busy getting used to their new home and leader.

She just hoped that she could go back in peace, not wanting any attention on her.

“What happened to you child” Mo’at questioned as she rubbed ointments into the purple bruising of ___’s delicate skin. The Tsahìk was confused as to why Neytiri and Jake showed up much earlier in the morning, without ___.

But when the missing woman showed up, braids undone and hair wet, body splotched in patches of darkness, the Tsahìk grew angry.

“It is nothing Mo’at”

“It is clearly not nothing. You are in pain ‘evenge” she stopped her ministrations and brushed the dark locks of hair away from her daughter in laws face, tucking it behind a pointed ear “you are my child now. I will look after you, but I can not help if you refuse to tell me”

___ felt her eyes water, memories rushing back quickly. Ones she refused to acknowledge all morning and kept hidden away. The Tsahìk noticed this and cooed, smooching her head and humming in comfort. Mo’at was always like a second mother to her growing up, being close friends with Sylwanin was what brought them closer.

“I- I cannot say. I do not want to” she weeped quietly, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks, shame coating her very being. The woman coddling her nodded, she would tell her in her own time. But for now the young lady needed to be comforted, whatever happened has shaken her.

Mo’at had a fleeting suspicion it was due to her daughter and son in law. No one else in the clan noticed them come back without ___, but she did.

A Tsahìk sees all.

Once ___’s cries died down and reduced to small sniffles, Mo’at informed her of the children she cared for, they were asking for her. Instantly the young woman’s ears perked, worried they have been alone for too long. The elder chuckled and urged her to go find them, knowing it would brighten everyone’s spirits.

“Tsmuke!!” a group of small Na’vi rushed up to her and collided with her legs, nuzzling into the blue skin. ___ chuckled and patted their heads, bending down to give kisses to each of their heads.

“Tsmuke! Tsmuke! Can I braid your hair?” One of the girls, Tsìkì asked her. Already thinking of the beads that she would put in, blue, green, brown, round and jagged. The little one practically bounced at the idea.

“Of course ‘evi” ___ held her hand out and got dragged to sit down by the unlit bonfire, Tsìkì gathering materials to place in her hair while the other children proceeded to chat and tell her stories of their morning.

“Tsmuke!” at the call of her title she turned around, seeing little Sray running towards them on quick feet, weaving between Na’vi legs and jumping over logs. “Zafpe says you are mated now!” the boy in mention choked on the fruit he was eating, not expecting to be brought into the limelight. ___ froze also, mind wandering off to her unfortunate night.

“Srane Sray. But we should not talk about that”

“Lumpe?”

“Because I want to hear about your new lessons”

Instantly all the children brightened up, mouths running with all the new things they have learnt with the humans. Eventually having little competitions between them on who was better at English, ___ laughed at them, all the while having her mating ritual at the back of her mind. Looming over the depts of her thoughts.

“We should tell her. Neytiri” Jake put his hand on top of her shoulder, watching as his wife was sat on the edge of their home, sharpening her knife.

“Why should we? She will find out with everyone else”

“Taweyka ngeyä sa’nok lu keftxo” Jake reasoned, not wanting to face Mo’at’s wrath of anger. He agreed that ___ could listen to the news with the rest of the clan, but it was better to let her know now rather than later.

Neytiri stood up and walked towards her bow, grabbing it and prepared to go hunting, looking towards Jake. “Fine, I will let her know. For the sake of my mother” she then walked out of the pod, climbing down the tree to find her old friend.

Jake just sighed and rubbed his temples, thinking back to earlier when Mo’at stared him down like she knew something he didn’t, like he was hiding something and she was figuring him out. It was unnerving, he’s only seen her look at him once, when hometree was destroyed and they found out his plans of betrayal to the Omaticaya.

He sat down on the edge of the hut and watched as Neytiri dragged ___ away from the children surrounding her, bringing her to somewhere with privacy.

“I am with child” Neytiri stated curtly, expression blank as she faced her supposed ‘mate’ “I have been since the war” she then turned her head up and looked towards their home where Jake was sat on the edge, watching them from much higher up.

“Oh, congratulations Neytiri” ___ did not know what to say, it was bound to happen sooner or later. The war was a few weeks ago and she knew they have mated not that long before that.

Soon ___ would have a child of her own child too, but it would take a few weeks to tell, the Na’vi process of pregnancy was long. It was one that she would usually be excited for but with her situation she was dreading the time it would come.

Neytiri looked towards ___’s own flat stomach, then her eyes made contact with hers “we are not going to be responsible for yours. It is not ours to care for” she turned to walk off, having enough of conversation and wanting some peace, tonight they would all have to share a hut and the warrior was not happy.

All ___ could do is whimper, it is their child, no? Even if they did not love her that does not mean they should hate an innocent being. She held her hand on top of her tummy, praying to Eywa for her future babe to be blessed with a family who cares for them, one who will love them unconditionally. Even if she herself did not get any of that love in return. Her eyes watered at the thought, she may not get any happiness but she would risk everything for her child’s.

She was unaware of Jake’s eyes still on her figure.

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[rosemaeridream]

what goes around... || aespa - uar

uchinaga aeri x reader (M)

warnings: smut for plot (don't expect it to be good), dom!aeri but she takes more than gives. cheating, is it consisdered adultery if she's isnt married?, non linear plot, aeri is sick in the brain and sorta extremely toxic, this isn't the healthiest of relationships, i don't wanna say manipulation but also... HAHA...!! oh! also an unnamed man sorry 'bout that.

A/N: lmk if u want a second part because i may have already written a couple more scenes that don't really fit in this one but still have toxic/cheater aeri PART 2

Synopsis: 'A sick voice rung in your head telling you that he probably couldn't even do something as simple as that.'

word count: 4.2k

“He has a name, you know?” Her words come out stiffly, almost like you’ve struck a dissonant chord in her bones. But you know you haven’t, otherwise why should she be in your bed, with her clothes strewn across your floor, wrapped in your sheets, looking into your eyes?

“I know. But I also know that you don’t care about using his name.” Smiling wolfishly, your hand slides below her waist to cup her bare ass. Aeri's eyebrows lift slightly, disbelieving in the face of your shamelessness - as if she had more shame than you. “Otherwise you’d be gasping it in place of my name.”

You haven’t treaded into this territory before, never was it about actually keeping Aeri to yourself. It was supposed to be a one time thing. But she was just so entirely intoxicating, from the curves of her hips to the lingering scent on your pillows after she stayed a night.

It was all too easy to fall in step with her.

Her eyes darken, deep black oceans thick with an energy you can’t define.

Aeri's eyes disconnect from yours, looking into the darkness between you, then she slithers a hand to your shoulder and firmly pushes you onto your back. Her body follows through with a fluid motion, entrapping your hips between her thighs. The sheet spills off her shoulders and pools around her waist, followed by a press against your ribcage, her thumbs brushing irregularly against the bottom of your breast. You can’t help but ogle. If she weren’t in your bed three out of seven nights a week, you would have been embarrassed to be leering at a woman in the most carnal sense possible.

The energy that had sparked in her eyes transferred to her touch, making the points where her body connected to yours pleasurably tingle.

"Careful, or I just might leave you hot and bothered." The words are husked into your eat before her lips move from your ear down to your neck, sucking a handful of hickeys into your skin.

Cruelty wasn't something you'd been handed throughout your life, but the bruises on your neck showcasing unobtainable desires, made you think of Aeri like a tyrant. A tormentor set to keep you locked in tight.

Not like you wanted to escape anyway.

You let her do what she wants with you, her hands finally coming up to properly fondle your breasts, forcing you to hold back breathless moans. Her mouth descends along your body, only stopping at a nipple to suck it to a hard peak and making you writhe before travelling lower, licking a wet trail down your stomach.

Aeri’s touch was light but tantalising and there was no way you were about to push her away now.

Right before you were about to tangle your fingers into her hair and pull her head closer, she stops with a final lick, right up your inner thigh, then looks up with a devilish smile, her fingers beginning to soak in your wetness.

Your bed was cold tonight. The scent; woody, spicy with a touch of metallicness that made you feel like you had bit your lip and drawn blood every time you kissed her, had begun to fade, and the dip in her side of the bed, where the top sheet usually bunched and twisted from her weight, was no longer present.

Aeri was with him tonight.

Usually you were grateful that they didn't live together, it made this... this thing so much easier for the both of you. You didn't have to see traces of him in your daily life. Not his shoes at the door, keys and wallet on the table. Not his toothbrush by the sink, razor caught with stubble in the blades, 3-in-1 shampoo in the shower rack.

Not his musk on her sheets.

You wouldn't know anyway, she's never asked you over to her apartment, she always showed up at yours. You only realised that they didn't live together when she asked you to drive her to an unfamiliar apartment block before one of your escapades, giving you the dirtiest smile you'd ever seen stretched on her lips before leisurely walking into the building then back out five minutes later with a pair of heels, her signature YSL lipstick and one of her baseball caps. LA Dodgers, navy blue. She had mentioned in passing she'd left it with him a week before.

As soon as you got to your apartment, you harshly caged her between yourself and the back of the sofa without checking if you even locked the door properly.

Sometimes you pondered the thought that he didn't even know she liked women the way she did; contemplated the excuses she gave him to show up at your door so often, snarky smile plastered on her face, pushing you back into your apartment.

Sometimes you wondered if she liked to remind you that he existed, just to get a kick out of your rougher touches.

Aeri bled into your life so seamlessly you didn't even realise she was obscuring your vision. It used to be you, your career, your friends. No more, no less. And you liked it, it was simple, easy. In your mind it wasn't a lack of connection, no, but an addition of time for yourself. Life was so much better when you didn't have to please someone else.

Still, you find yourself seeking her out.

The first time it was because you were stressed and pent-up. The club you were in was bright enough to make out her figure, even from across the bar and half a dance floor away. Her body swayed in time with the beat with practiced ease, sensuality in a field of chaos. It had taken you two minutes to walk up to her, and another six before she was backing herself into a bathroom stall, greedily stealing kisses from your lips.

The first time, it felt like taking a deep breath of air after diving into a swimming pool, the snap of the starting pistol firing and a pressure in your ears.

You found that you liked discovering things about Aeri. You were quick to find out her favourite drink - raspberry vodka, the faint taste latching onto your tongue as you licked into her mouth; the noises she created when you nipped against the skin of her neck, leaving a trail of red marks but not enough to bruise into hickeys. That was for her to handle, not you, never you.

And it was just so easy to lust for her.

That's why it bothered you tonight - that they didn't live together, that she never let you in her apartment. It was a malicious little thought, burrowing into your conscious, a little weevil that multiplies before you can catch it and squish it between your thumb and fingers. If she just let you over to her apartment, even just once, maybe he'd notice. Maybe you'd have a real chance with Aeri and it'd be your shoes at the door, your toothbrush by the sink, your shampoo (never 3-in-1) in the shower rack.

Rolling away from the empty side of the bed, you stared numbly at the ceiling instead. The morning sun flickered through the gap in your blinds, a slit of golden splashed across the white of the ceiling and spreading to the - just as empty - walls. Then you took a deep breath and decided to get ready for work.

Now wasn't the time to think about her.

The fifth time she had pushed through your doorway, the fifth time both of your clothes were thrown to your floor and forgotten about, Aeri had accidentally fallen asleep in your bed after one too many rounds.

She looked different asleep. More... peaceful, less perfidious.

The tips of her bunny teeth just visible in her parted mouth as she softly snores. It didn't bother you like you thought it might. It wasn't like the heavy snores of your father that you could hear three doors away in your childhood bedroom.

You already knew at that point. Aeri had breathlessly let slip that, 'Your tongue is better than his.' last time you were in between her legs, holding her hips down. Continuing to lick up her slit, you assumed she was just speaking about an ex. Your nose hit her swollen clit and she let out a languid groan, her firm thighs squeezing so hard they create a pressure seal with your ears; once again underwater, in need of oxygen before your lungs burn. It urged you onwards, despite the discomfort of her strength.

Sliding your hands from holding her hips down to underneath her, you palmed her ass and pulled her even closer, if that was possible. Her slick was driving you crazy, you'd been addicted since the first time you went down on her, licking and lapping like a dehydrated mutt. At least Aeri liked it messy that way, her hands finding purchase on the back of your skull and pushing you deeper into her, forcing your nose to hit her clit every time you flick your tongue through her folds.

She roughly tugged on your hair and keened upwards, a quickly learnt indication that she was close. Then another couple words broke from her lips, accompanied with a moan. By her cadence you knew it wasn't purposeful, an admission you didn't expect. 'Fuck, I'll break up with him if you keep doing that.'

For a heartbeat you hesitated, tongue shoved in her cunt, hands gripping her butt cheeks - probably leaving red marks, for the first and the last time - and raised your eyebrows so that you could look up at Aeri. Your hesitation doesn't go unnoticed and she looks back at you, her eyes blown out and taking heavy breaths. It doesn't even take you a second to register that there isn't a trace of guilt on her face, not a single remorseful twitch of her lip or a shameful shade of pink on her cheeks. Just a mix of lust and urgency; all for you.

Her words should have freaked you out, it wasn't your intention to ever aid someone with cheating, you thought you had a strong moral compass.

Then Aeri let out an impatient whine, scratched your scalp with her acrylics and your head went blank. Instead of pulling away, doing the right thing and stopping whatever this... thing you had going with her, you slowly moved back to her cunt and found her clit, giving it a harsh suck. A sick voice rung in your head telling you that he probably couldn't even do something as simple as that.

And by Aeri's reaction - almost a screech, her nails piercing into your scalp with how hard she clenches her hand and her heels uncomfortably burying into your shoulder blades, he clearly couldn't. The thought send a heat straight to your core and the boyfriend issue was no longer an issue.

He wasn't an issue when Aeri was dozing in your bed either.

It felt like every time you saw her another line was crossed, further into a mess you couldn't keep up with. Waking up with her warmth of her body seeping into your own felt right, natural even, when it was so obviously wrong. She had rolled over, her head slotting between your shoulder and neck, and let out a small sigh of content.

Times like this felt like she was dating you, not him.

Aeri had been gone for a month now. Your phone was silent, save for your parents checking up on you and a text or two from your friends trying to organise another group activity. You hadn’t answered any of them, not when the person you most wanted any sort of contact from wasn’t around.

It’s like she didn’t even have your number.

Or deleted it.

The possibility made your stomach writhe with unease but you never initiated a thread of messages to find security that she still wanted this... wanted you. It wasn't your problem, this was just a casual thing, she could cut ties and it wouldn't matter to you. It shouldn't matter to you; you weren't her partner.

Instead of thinking about it, you drowned yourself in work. If you were making good money and keeping yourself physically healthy then it’d all be okay.

You find yourself opening your apartment door at 11:30pm on a Wednesday night, sweatpants and oversized shirt on, ready for bed. It was unexpected for her to be standing there, signature snarky smile smeared across her lips. But then again, Aeri never did what was expected when it came to you. That's why you weren't surprised that after a month of not seeing her, she had gained a tan and had a healthy glow on her cheeks.

Though, it didn't stop the weevil from starting to burrow again. It bothered you. She had been with him for the past month, no forewarning, no midst-warning.

Perhaps this was your aft-warning.

Your scan of Aeri continued, down her body. You can't deny that she looks good. She always looks good, it's your weakness. Today she was adorned in a striped white tank top to her denim shorts, then lagging on her left hand which perfected the folded hem of the shorts, you force back a restless impulse to reach out for it; a silver ring with a white diamond pressed to the centre.

Your stomach revolted against its lining.

“Back so soon?” You come up with instead, not wanting to make a scene only halfway inside your apartment. To be honest, you didn't really want to acknowledge it anyway, it just made you feel guilty for the first time in this entire engagement - yours, not his. By a miracle, your voice is steady and confident.

Aeri just continues to smile at you, ignoring your slight dig at the lack of communication over the past month, but you know that she’s taken note of where your eyes have lingered. Then she presses her left hand to your chest and pushes you back into your apartment. "I missed you."

You crumble under her touch, her sweet whispers, it’s only natural; it’s what she’s conditioned you to do. Aeri makes it to your bedroom before you're reminded of the rock on her finger and you stop her. You know she didn't really miss you, just what you can do for her, and along with your newfound guilt, a sense of shame settles in your chest.

“Wait, no. We need to talk about this.” You find her hand, pinching the ring in between your fingers. It shimmies up her finger, loosening. The room is silent and the tension starts to thicken like cornstarch in gravy. Aeri, thankfully, waits for you to speak first.

The words you look for don’t appear on your tongue like you’d hoped, instead you make do with flustered chuckle before turning away from Aeri to look at your bookshelf. Feeling nervous in front of her was new. She could be intimidating but she’d never pushed you to do something you didn't already want. You felt lost, like you were stuck in a maze where she was simultaneously the prize at the centre and the chainsaw-wielding-murderer chasing after you. The tension in the room is still there, gaining a static silence that you needed to break before it broke you.

“What are we doing anymore?” Although your voice is small, it’s too loud for the silence in the room. The drapes rustle against your window, the only movement allowed since she had left a month prior.

Aeri shuffles behind you until you can feel her body heat and her breath fanning out on your shoulder. Then she pries your hand open so that she can fit her own between your fingers. The ring is cold and it almost stings your skin. She gives a tug so that you’ll look at her.

You don’t meet her eyes. You would cave or cry; or do anything and everything you shouldn't.

“We’re having fun.” The tone of her voice indicates a smile and it makes your insides swirl with uncertainty. “Okay?”

She pushes back into your space, quickly skirting around you and going in for a kiss, but you step back out of her range. It’s not okay. Your head unconsciously shakes and you move further away, following a path over to your bed and sitting down.

“He proposed?”

Aeri closes the distance between you again. Even in your own room you can't escape her. “Mmhpf. He did.”

“You said yes.” It’s not a question.

“I said yes.”

Taking a deep breath you look into her eyes. “Then why are you here with me?”

“You give better head.” Aeri chirps, her smile turning smarmy.

The answer irked you. Maybe you were reading into this more than you usually would. “I think we should stop this.”

"Why?" Her tone is flooded with careless arrogance and she wraps her arms around your neck as she straddles your lap. Cocking her head to the side, Aeri pecks your lips before you even have a chance to think about anything other than how close she is.

You can feel yourself coiling back around her finger, even if there's a ring on it, just from the subtle grind of her hips against yours. Aeri's voice acts like a sedative, husky and low against your ear, but you can tell she's beginning to get irritated with your obtuse behaviour. "You were ecstatic to be three fingers wide, two knuckles deep in me last time I saw you, what changed?"

It takes you three beats before you shepherd your thoughts away from her body on yours and what you could do with her if you just rolled over. Knowing Aeri, she'd let you do whatever you wanted as long as it got her off. But that wasn't the time for that, especially when you can see the ring glinting in the slither of light coming in between your bedroom blinds.

"Stop," Your hands find her shoulders and you peel her away, enough that you're no longer tempted. "You're engaged now. That's what changed."

Aeri stares at you deeply and you struggle to find any sorts of emotions in her eyes. Her hands come to grip your own and she roughly pries them off her shoulders. "Like you cared about that a month ago." She rolls her hips again, drawing a half-stifled moan from you.

“This... this thing,” She hisses, her face entirely too close to yours. “Feels good. So I’m not stopping.”

'This thing'.

It was what you were referring to it as the whole time too. Just a thing, not an affair, hidden relationship, fling, entanglement; not anything but a thing. It bubbles up out of you and you're finally sick of it. You press a hand against her stomach, forcing her hips to stop rocking. “For god’s sake, call it what it is, Aeri. You’re cheating on him. You’re having an affair.”

Her face scrunches up into a ball of disgust. Clearly confrontation wasn’t her thing. You’d never snapped at her before either. Or even objected to anything she had asked of you.

"It's not an affair," Aeri rolls her eyes, trying to placate you by rubbing her hands up and down your arms in smooth strokes. "I'm not married to him."

Your innards burn when you lock eyes with her, not in the familiar way it did when you were with her. That riles you up. You have to fully push her off your lap and onto the bed to stand up in frustration. "Fuck me, Aeri. You know exactly what I mean and you're being an asshole about it."

“Fine." She grits out, her voice filling with equal amounts of frustration. "I’m cheating on my boyfriend.”

“Fiancé.” You correct. “Fiancé.”

Aeri’s admittance doesn’t make you feel any better. The tension in the room hasn’t ease and the silence has fallen again. You wished you didn’t say anything and you were in bed with her instead. But here you were, both of you glaring at each other while the time plods along slowly.

"I still don't understand why you're making a big deal of this now. You were perfectly happy fucking me when he was my boyfriend." She settles into your bed, already making herself at home. Lazily, Aeri begins to take off her socks, chucking one, then the other somewhere in your room. "Did you grow a backbone in the last couple weeks?"

Every time she opened her mouth, Aeri seemed to dig her nails into your psyche a little deeper. Your jaw clenches in defiance as you watch her shuffle off her denim shorts, letting you see her long, sculpted legs without barrier. "Hurry up and fuck me while you're jealous." She snickers for a moment before lying back on your bed to wait. "It's better when you're like that."

Watching Aeri lie back on your bed like she owned it and everything else in your room, felt like a slap to the face. Everything you’ve done to please her, right at that moment, burnt up. Flash paper to a lighter, leaving only a trace of smoke in the air.

"Out." You blurt before you'd registered it.

Aeri freezes on the bed before turning to look at you, a half-amused, half-impressed expression on her face. She opens her mouth to say something, but you beat her to it.

"Choose me or him; and if it's him, get out."

You can hear the click of Aeri’s teeth as she shuts her mouth. Then slowly, she takes a deep breath and lies back down, just as regally as she had before.

Oddly enough, that didn’t make your blood boil, or make you seethe at the sight. The tightness in your body subsides as you breathe, taking a couple steps back to the bed. She was slowly coiling back around you and you couldn't stop yourself.

In any other situation, with any other person, you would have kicked them out, stopped it right then. In any other situation, you wouldn't even be in this mess - not feeling depraved over someone unavailable, not shutting down at the sight of lace moulded over hips you longed to touch.

But this was Aeri. You were long past dependancy and the month spent without her was your own purgatory. Karma's a bitch.

“Is that your choice?” You breathe out, the words creeping past your lips. “Me?”

Aeri lets out an unhappy sounding grunt, then lifts her hips off the bed. Her fingers find the waistband of her panties and she slides them down her legs, not without giving you a little show along the way. "Just, ah- hurry up." Her voice dips into dangerous territory, sensual and intoxicating, just the way she always is when she desires something that she doesn't want to outright ask for.

Its the same as always and that's what makes you hesitate. Your head hasn't stopped pounding since Aeri knocked on your door with that damned ring. A thickness forms in your throat, only allowing half a breath in, before your knees tap the side of your bed. Her woody scent overtakes your senses again, and you find it not only harder to breathe but also to think about anything other than Aeri's luxurious smile facing you. Your words get caught at the forefront of your mouth, grappled to your tongue, pricked with nettles that she'd make you swallow.

She can sense your hesitation, cutting you off before you even have a chance to protest. "Do you want me to tell you that I need you? That he means nothing to me and you're all I want between my legs?" Pushing some hair out of her face, Aeri shimmies further up the bed, spreading her legs to illustrate her point. So that you can't imagine any different.

"I can do that for you. If you want."

It was all wants and needs; that was the basis of this escapade. Frivolous and performative, never reaching further down into the pits of your feelings. Or at least, that's what you had believed before she had blipped from your life for a month, leaving you not only physically naked in the lukewarm spillage of sunrise through the gap in your curtains, but also bare to the emotions you buried deeper and deeper every time you saw Aeri.

Guilt; for keeping this from someone important enough to marry. Jealousy; for knowing that that specific someone was in your way of unobstructed completeness with her. Humiliation; for you'd let yourself crave for her when she didn't crave you in that same way. That you'd been bested by someone that can't even make her squirm the way you can.

Aeri reaches for you, grasping the collar of your shirt and tugging you close enough that all you could perceive was her, her lips pushing against yours like the tide covering the sandy beaches she'd surely been tanning at a day or two before.

And that was enough to let yourself go again, letting the weevil burrow until it hit your weak spot, filling your mind with images of her writhing below your touch. Just when you thought you had gained a sensibility in her presence she once again rewrites your thoughts with a flick of her tongue against your lips.

When Aeri left the next morning, you were no closer to learning the answer than you had been when you proposed it. Just an emptiness in your sheets, replenished with her scent, the touch of metallicness indistinguishable from the dried blood on your lips that she had bit the night before.

A/N: points to whoever guesses who aeri’s bf is

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Happy Couple 10

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I make no promise and am just following a whim.

Summary: Your father makes a deal to marry you to his top capo. (mob au)

Warnings: dark elements such a mob business and intimidation, spanking, threats., choking, fingering, dub/noncon. More to be added as they become relevant. You know what I write typically so you know what to expect.

Thank you all for the encouragement and I hope you enjoy.❤️

Bucky's hand grips your throat, pinning you on your shoulder as you lay bent on your side. Your knee is hooked across his other arm as he ruts into you, straddling your thigh beneath him. You arch your back and groan through your teeth.

This man is as relentless in bed as he is outside. You puff out through your burning lungs, fingers knotted tightly as the leather chafes around your arms.

"Come on, baby, you can cum for me again," he snarls as he rams against you, "come on."

His fingers find your oversensitive clit and toy with your once more. You whine and bite your tongue. You snarl as the buzzing flows through your pelvis and erupts. Your orgasm clenches him desperately as he keeps his pace harsh and heartless. Your head lolls back as his nails dick into the bruises he left across your neck.

"Oh, princess, the only throne you'll ever need is my lap," he pants, "if only daddy could see this--"

You stretch your fingers and bare your teeth in reaction. You close your eyes, hiding from your shame and the sight of your reality. Your father's room, that vaunted place, a forbidden stronghold, his fortress. You turn your head down and moan through another rippling wave of pleasure.

"You're so good to my dick, huh? You wanna play brat but look at you, eager for it," he pushes his hand up your jaw and hooks two fingers into your mouth, forcing your head up, "tell me how much you want it, baby doll."

You bite down on his knuckles as hard as you can and he grunts, fucking you harder, a thrum pulsing through your bones. You don't let up, singing your teeth in until he rips his hand away. He grabs your head and crushes it against the bed, straining your neck as he pounds into you mercilessly. You choke on a whimper and flare your nose, the pain feeding your rage.

He rolls his hips, his pace turning uneven as he slows and spasm. He grips your hip as he takes long, deliberate strokes, roaring as he empties into you. His thrust slicken noisily and you feel his cum dripping out as he rocks a few more times before burying himself to his limit. You exhale shakily as he pushes your legs together, staying inside you as he turns you onto your stomach.

He lays over you, planting his legs around yours and forcing them together as he begins to thrust again. His raspy breathes betray his sensitivity as the quiver in his muscles reflects the same in yours. He holds himself up on his elbows, your arms pressed to his stomach as he keeps a calm tempo.

"All you gotta do is be a good girl, baby, and it's all over," he snarls, "say you want daddy's dick and I'll stop."

"Fuck off," you heave into the blankets.

He tuts and jolts you meanly. He chuckles and jerks his hips again, his pelvis cracking against your ass.

"I'll break you anyway I needa, princess, trust that," he growls, "'bout time you grew up..." he groans as he ruts again, "fuck, I love that pussy. I'll just have to work on that mouth."

You ball your hands as they throb and curl your toes. He's an old man, you can outlast him. For the night and for those to come.

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Your arms ache as you wake to the tweet of birds. The night before is a fog in your head. It sets in as you roll onto your back, alone in your father's empty bed. It flows over you like a fretful tide; your father is dead, this isn't his house, this isn't his business. It's Bucky's now, just like you.

That jackass might think he has everything figured out but you won't let him take the victory that easily. You rub your arms and groan, staring at the ceiling as you try to come up with a game plan. There's no running, that was a foolish idea. You've always been impetuous that way. Besides, you hear the men milling around still. As you drag yourself out of bed, you confirm their presence with a glance out the window.

You search the room. Your clothes are gone but a rob lays across the foot of the bed. You wrap it around yourself and grow through the drawers, the closet, and even looks under the bed. It's been cleared out, nothing you could use.

The handle clicks and you face the door. Bucky enters, a pinstriped shirt with dark pants, his pointed leather boots decorated with studs around the ankle. You cross your arms and set your chin defiantly. You arch a brow.

"Morning, princess," he swings the door shut.

"Why hello, asshole," you sneer.

"Now, baby, let's start this day off fresh," he nears and puts his hands on your arms, "you are glowing. Look like you got a good dicking down--"

"Get off me," you shove him away.

"Why are you being like this? I treated you right. All. Night. Long."

You scoff and curl your lip, "you killed my father."

"And your wicked stepmother," he smirks, "not getting a thanks for that though."

"Please," you roll your eyes and step back, "you had your fun. Get it over with."

"Get it over with?"

"Get rid of me. We'd both be happier for it," you flick your fingers in his direction and spin on your heel, "I'm not gonna be played with like your personal puppet and guess what? You're right, I'm a fucking brat and that's not gonna change. Not for you, not for anyone."

"If I thought you were gonna change, baby, I wouldn't have chosen you," he comes up behind you as you return to the window, his hands framing your hips, "and believe me when I say I chose you. I want you, princess, and I'm gonna make you my queen. All you gotta do is give me a little something."

"Didn't you get all you needed last night?"

"Not what I mean, baby. You mind that mouth and smile pretty, and I can put up with a bit of spunk," he drapes his arms around you and rests his chin on your shoulder, swaying you with him. You latch onto his wrist as he snakes his hand down the front of the robe, "I play with fire to feel the burn."

"And if I don't want to be your queen or whatever nonsense you call it?"

"Well, that's the thing, it ain't your choice," he wiggles his wrist free and slips his hand through the opening of the robe, he cups your cunt as he bends his fingers again your folds, "but I gotta admire the strong front. I never thought you'd be easy to tame."

"As if," you elbow him and pivot to nudge him away, "tame me? I'm not your pet."

"No, baby, but you will make a fine wife," he grabs your hands and pulls them away from his chest, "and if you let me, I could be a damn fine husband."

[lokis-army-77]

Summoning part 6

Demon!Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 2520

The reader wakes up the next morning in the arms of her demon, and some fun morning sex ensues.

Warning: 18+ morning sex, oral (female receiving), multiple orgasms (2)

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Morning came quicker than I would have liked, yet the usual annoying chirp of the birds did not bother me as I curled further into the warm body which hugged me tightly to it. Although my eyes were closed, I could see the warm light of the bright morning sun shining through the curtains into my room. I snuggled further into whoever was holding me before I froze. 

Who the hell was holding me? Who the hell was in my bed? 

“Good morning.” Came that familiar voice, gruff from sleep. 

I sighed in relief as I realized who it was. Opening my eyes slightly, wincing at the brightness, I peered up at him from my place resting on his chest. 

“Good morning to you too.” I smiled widely at him. “I’m glad you stayed.” 

“Hum.” he hummed, his hand coming to stroke at my hair as it cascaded down my back. 

He looked different in the light of the day, with no more harsh lines, and his eyes were less scary. My hand came up to cup his cheek, thumb gliding over his plump lips. He gives me a soft smile as he leaned down to kiss me. 

It was soft and felt almost caring. His fingers tangled in my hair as he brought me further up his body. I gasped out when his sharp teeth nipped at my bottom lip. His other hand roamed my body, caressing my bare skin. I was still naked from our activities last night. 

I giggled as he rolled us over, with him on top, one knee between my legs. My hands grabbed at his face, pulling him away from my lips so that I could look at him. It was such a tender moment, I could not believe it was actually happening. Had I known he would be like this the morning after, I would have asked him to stay long ago. 

With gentle hands, he took mine away from his face and leaned back down into me. His lips were hot against my skin as he peppered kisses around my face. I sighed in contentment as he went lower, over my neck, sucking bruises onto my collarbone. My body shivered at the feeling. 

The demon continued his journey down, stopping every now and then to create love bites along my skin. I pushed my chest up into him more when one hand started to play with my right breast as he suckled on my left. 

The feeling of his mouth on me had me melting into the mattress. How was it someone who was so rough could be so, so gentle? It almost made me want to cry, being touched so sweetly. 

He peeled himself away from my breast to switch with the other one, giving it the same amount of attention. His hair fell onto my skin, tickling as we moved in response to the other. 

Then he popped off my nipple, kissing his way further down my stomach. My hands inched their way over his strong soldiers, over his back, and into his curly hair. My fingers Bailey brushed passed his horns, grazing the hardness of them and he gave a strained moan in response. I took my hands away quickly, thinking that I had hurt him. 

I had held onto his horns once before and he didn’t make that sound so I quickly became worried. My concern was lessened when the took one of his hands away from my waist and took my own into it. He pulled it back to his hair and placed it onto a horn, making sure I wrapped my fingers around it. 

He let out another one of those moans and I quickly realized that he enjoyed having them touched. He grunted when I tugged him downward by the horn, taking his lips from my sink to look up at me a grin sharply before going back. 

His lips kissed along my hips, and the softness of it made me shiver. I pushed him bad again, wanting him to kiss me where I so desperately needed it. He resisted my struggle, and kept his slow pace, lips delicately hovering over the skin of my pubic bone.

I gasped when he slipped his tongue out, licking at the skin. It was hot and strong and felt so good, it would only feel better if it were just a little further down. 

My cunt clenched as I whined in frustration. I couldn’t help the short, quick thrusts I was making as I tried to get him to go lower faster. 

With his hand still wrapped around mine on his horn, he took his other one and pinned down my hips, thumb gently stroking my skin. 

“Need you,” I whimpered, his mouth going lower once more. 

“Yeah?” He asked, putting a higher pitched infliction on the word at the end. It sounded like he was mocking my neediness. 

“Yeah.” I nodded, hair tangling on the pillow as I did.

“Hum.” He went back to what he had been doing. Instead of going straight in, he pushed my legs wider apart and mouth at my lips, never once delving into my slit. 

The stimulation was wonderful and yet altogether torturous. I could feel a wave of slick leaking out of me as I clenched around nothing once more. My whole body was tingling, I was on fire and the only thing that would be able to put me out would be his mouth sucking at my clit. 

Finally, in a merciful move, he slipped his hot tongue between my folds, collecting my slick on the muscle and humming at the taste. 

“You always taste so wonderful. Truly heaven on earth.” 

I pulled on the horn at his words, making him grunt into me, vibrations tickling the sensitive area. I giggled. 

“Thank you.” I brought my other hand to the other horn, taking it delicately, rubbing it with tactful fingers. “You feel like heaven.” 

“I would imagine so, I did come from it.” He mumbled into my pussy before nosing up to my clit and attaching his lips around it. 

My back arched off the bed a tiny bit at the sensation. The pressure of his sucks on a swollen clit which was sensitive sent pleasant shocks throughout my body. 

I whimpered in pleasure at his soft suckles, wanting nothing more than a name to fall from my lips. He still had not told it to me and I doubt he ever would. A demon is controlled by its true name and I doubt he gives it away even to the people he trusts most. 

Another tender suck had me crying out, back arching more. His split tongue moved languidly over my clit, stimulating it more and more. I pushed down on his horns, shoving him further into my soaking cunt. He moaned contently at the feeling. 

Then, he took his hand from around mine, caressing my leg as he brought it down, fingers circling the rim of my cunt, gathering slick and pushing it around. A long throaty whine came from me. His fingers felt amazing as they gently prodded into me. 

I gasped as the two digits stretched me out, realizing I was still quite sore from last night. 

“Slow,” I tugged on his horns. Pleading with him to not be too rough. 

My hips bucked into him as he hummed against my skin and his fingers began to massage the sore walls of my cunt. 

A lewd squelching filled the room as my juices leaked around him.

"Ahh!" I cried at the feeling of his tongue flittering around where his fingers joined my body. As he tasted my arousal, he groaned, his own hips bucking into the mattress. 

He cleaned up every drop which was flowing from my pussy down onto the mattress. 

I couldn’t help but constrict around him, causing his fingers to still their gentle movements. The heat was building up in my abdomen, my grip on his horns was like a vice and my toes curled into the bed. 

"Gonna cum," I breathed out in a puff of air. 

I could feel him grinning against me, kissing his way back to my clit. He did all that he could, massaged his finger up into the hot gummy walls of my cunt as well as flicked his tongue across my clit at a more rapid pace. 

He was encouraging me, urging me over the edge of the cliff. I let myself fall with no questions, no worries about hitting bottom with no one to catch me because I knew he would be there.

My hips bucked against his mouth as he helped me to ride out the orgasm pulling me more and more down to earth. 

Air was hard to come by in my lungs as I gasped for breath, not being able to hold on to it for long before I exhaled and my body trembled under his touches. 

Finally, after I pushed him away from my sensitive pussy, he removed his touch. I moaned out at the loss of him but also at the sensation of not being worked over the edge again. 

"I am not done yet, little one." He used his hands to walk his body up and over ruined again. He kissed my lips with a passion he had never shown before then laid down on his side. 

I gasped out as he moved me, pulling my back against his hard chest. I could feel his cock pressing firmly into my ass. 

"What are you doing?" I leaned my head back to look at him. 

"Fucking you." He whispered in my ear, his fingers moving my hair away from my shoulder so that he could kiss the skin.  

A short huff of air left my parted lips as he did so and I let my head lay our two arms which were proving us up on the bed. 

Then, he pulled my leg up and over his before positioning himself at my entrance. 

Pushing himself in, I winced. The stretch was more than what his fingers had inflicted. His cock was so much bigger. 

The pleasurable pain left my mouth hanging open with no sound coming out. He heeded my earlier plead for slow movements and let me become acclimated to the new feeling of being filled to the brim. He only rocked his hips into me as little as he possibly could, the head of his cock nudging, just barely, my cervix. 

Short gasps and sweet cries were pushed past my lips as he began to move his hips back and forth. 

My hand clamped over his as he held my leg securely over his. 

"Please. Please. Please." I had no idea what I was pleading for but the words felt right as they flew from me. 

The demon nestled his head into the crook of my neck. "I know, little one, I know. You're doing so good for me." 

I keened back into him. His words were raspy and soothing in my ear. 

Our hips undulated together, and he held his speed at a steady, unhurried pace. It was my hips that dared to go a little faster. 

His hand came off my leg, holding me steady, stopping me from taking too much.

"I thought you wanted slow?" He chuckled.

"I-i do, but not this slow. Need-ah, Need more." My hand stayed gripped harshly to his own on my waist. 

He twisted his hand around and slipped his fingers through mine, smoothing his thumb over the back of my hand. 

It was a sweet gesture, something I had not expected him to do. My heart fluttered as I looked at our entwined fingers. I wanted to hold his hand forever. 

Finally, he broke the pace he had set, opting to go just a tiny bit faster, still slow, but faster. 

I groaned into the bed before whipping my head back into him. His lips now had perfect access to my neck and he took the opportunity to suck and bite. 

Moans flew from me as grunts came from him. Pushing and pulling against one another. Like a dance, a hot, sweaty dance accompanied by the music of our own bliss. 

“Fuck.” He growled into my neck when my cunt spasmed around him. He had worked me up slowly and now my body was vibrating, ready for another release. 

He unwound out fingers and slipped his hand down to where we met, fingers now rubbing deft circles into my clit. That was all it took to have me spilling over the edge once more. 

My body shook against his, head digging into his shoulder, hands squeezing tightly. Flashes of bright light covered my vision and before I knew it, he too was at his own release. 

Slowly he fucked his seed into me, creating the lewdest of noises as he did. His mouth never once left the crook of my neck and I was pretty sure there would be a very dark hickey once he was finished. 

Once the pure ecstasy coursing through my veins settled down, we lay there. His cock still resting inside of my spent cunt, his nose nuzzling into me as he moved his lips from the spot he has been sucking. 

“That was-” I could not think of the words to say. It had been so different from all the other times we had had sex, loving and kind. Although I liked the rougher moments, this was something I craved. 

“Wonderful.” He finished for me, lips twitching into a smirk against my skin. 

Carefully, he sat up and unsheathed himself from me. His eyes, if it was even possible, darkened even further as he watched as our cum, mixed together, leaked from my gaping pussy. 

“Hum.” he mummed, a job well done. 

Weakly, I turned to face him, grabbed his arm, and pulled him into me. He brought this face down to be level with my own and smiled. I smiled back before leaning up, pressing our lips together for another passionate kiss. A hand meandered its way into his hair and caressed his horns, eliciting a few strained groans from him. I just giggled. 

Pulling away, we just looked at one another. Content in just watching the rise and fall of the chest of the other as they breathed, hands smoothing over the skin, fingers twirling strands of hair. It was peaceful and perfect. 

I felt it then as I looked into his eyes, a kind of gut-dropping realization. I was in love with him. 

Too lost in my own thoughts, I barely registered that he had moved, surging forward to kiss his way down my neck. 

Before I could even stop myself, to think about the consequences of saying such a thing to a demon, I blurted out to him, “I love you.” 

I cringed back into the pillows as his body went rigid as death and he took his mouth away from my neck like it had burned him. 

With gritted teeth, he asked, “What did you say?”

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[eriadu-in-the-wildwood]

number 1 or 3 for the bed sharing thingy? 🥺 thasmin of course

Thanks for the prompt! I went with 3: "Person A waking up to Person B curled up and sleeping on top of them."

Sorry this took forever (I got quite carried away on this one)! For anyone who hasn't read All curled up (sunlight), I recommend checking it out, otherwise this won't make much sense. Also, I'm going to eventually expand this and make it officially chapter 2 of that fic, so stay tuned for that! Anyway, here you go:

On a fuzzy alien planet, a shadow restrained Yaz. It pinned her to the ground, a ground that was strangely soft beneath her spine. Above, the blurry outlines of buildings—or were those trees?—loomed. 

Her assailant pressed harder into her chest. Something jabbed her in the ribs. She gasped and thrashed.

Where was the Doctor? What happened? Why couldn’t she remember?

The shadow shifted, stealing her breath with a blow to the stomach. A rumble filled her ears, and something rattled against her chest.

“Yaz.” A low murmur in her ear.

The Doctor! 

Yaz thrashed harder—she needed to escape, the Doctor could be in trouble!

A growl fell over her, then a breath that raised goosebumps along her neck. She froze and imagined teeth at her throat, claws ready to rip her apart, sturdy bone poised to beat her senseless.

“But Yaz, I’m hungry,” the Doctor whined.

What the hell?

Another shift of weight, the tease of lips on her neck, that breath drifting over her skin again. Yaz startled awake.

She tried to sit, but the Doctor was curled up on top of her. How had she even wound herself that tightly into a ball? Her lips brushed Yaz’s throat, her nose tickled Yaz’s ear. The rest of her body was pulled into itself, firmly crushing Yaz’s chest.

Well, her dream made sense now. She tried to squirm out from under the Doctor. No luck, just a furrowed brow and a sleepy growl. Yaz paused and the Doctor’s body relaxed. That rumble from her dream started up again.

Purring. Again. 

Not that it wasn’t adorable, but was her girlfriend half cat now? She never had received an acceptable explanation for what happened when Short Circuit had holed up in the console.

Yaz tried to move again.

The Doctor unfolded and turned over, pinning her even more effectively. The purring intensified.

This wasn’t going to be easy to escape without waking her. She’d been acting so weird lately, she probably needed the sleep. And anyway, that purr was oddly soothing, as was the warm weight pressing Yaz into the mattress.

She gave up the fight and closed her eyes.

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Hours later, the Doctor scrunched up her nose in her sleep, rolled over, and starfished over Yaz’s stomach. She wriggled, spine grinding into Yaz’s ribs. At this rate, Yaz was going to be riddled with bruises before the Doctor’s nap was over. Time to wake her up.

Yaz sat up as much as she could and whispered in the Doctor’s ear. “Doctor, wake up.”

A groan and another wriggle.

“Doctor. Please. You’re crushing me, here.”

A scronch.

“Doctor!”

Nothing.

Twisting, straining, Yaz managed to work her left arm out from under the Doctor’s bony hip. Then her right, from where it was trapped under the Doctor’s shoulder. 

The Doctor stayed dead to the world. Yaz shoved her off.

With a hiss, the Doctor popped up onto her hands and knees, arched her back, and bared her teeth at Yaz. 

“Woah, it’s just me!” Yaz held her hands up and scooted to the opposite side of the bed. She probably wasn’t about to get bit, but why take the chance?

The Doctor stared. Her back lowered. The tension drained out of her jaw. She blinked. “Yaz?”

“Hey.” Yaz crawled over and laid a hand on her cheek. “Sorry for the rude awakening. You were so deeply asleep I was starting to worry.”

Sitting back on her haunches, the Doctor blinked again and tilted her head at Yaz. “Worry? Why? I don’t need as much sleep as you, but my deep sleep cycle can go on for—”

“No bullshit, please.”

The Doctor frowned. “I wasn’t—”

“You were doing that thing again.”

The head tilt’s angle increased. “What thing?”

“The purring thing.”

“I was not!” The Doctor turned away and threw her legs over the side of the bed like she was about to escape this conversation. Instead, she yawned and her shoulders slumped.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with it,” Yaz said. She reached out and touched the Doctor’s forearm. “But the last time you did that, and the last time you slept this much, your brain was being, I don’t know… infected, or whatever, by Short Circuit.”

The Doctor stiffened. “Don’t call him that! We can’t name him, we’re not keeping him!”

Yaz couldn’t let the preexisting argument distract her. “You never did explain what happened. Are you part feline? Did Short Circuit awaken some cat DNA, somehow?”

“Of course not. Just a crossing of telepathic wires. But I’m fine now.”

“Really.”

“Yes! And I do not purr!” The Doctor crossed her arms. Her shoulders were bunched up around her ears; a sure sign she was about to march out of the room in a huff. Instead, she yawned.

Yaz rubbed her back. “Okay. Do you want to get some more sleep?” She moved to the edge of the bed, leaving plenty of open space. 

The Doctor looked at the pile of soft pillows and bunched up blankets. She blinked, slowly, then yawned again. Flopping back onto the bed, she curled up. “Maybe just a few more minutes.”

That was so unlike her.

Annoyance and worry warred in Yaz’s mind. She needed to get the Doctor to admit there was a problem, here. Whatever it took.

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Hours of tossing and turning had rumpled the Doctor’s clothing and lifted her shirt to expose her belly to the room’s warm, stuffy air. Yaz had lost track of the time, trapped in a bubble of comfort laying beside her. This was all very worrying. But it was also kind of nice to relax and not think about saving the universe for a while. 

A little snore escaped the Doctor. She was too tempting, laying there completely relaxed like that, soft skin beckoning Yaz’s fingers.

Yaz inched her hand over and dragged it across the Doctor’s stomach.

The Doctor clamped shut like a trap. She grabbed Yaz’s hand, dug her nails into Yaz’s wrist, and curled her knees up around Yaz’s arm. She lightly closed her teeth over the base of Yaz’s thumb.

Aha! Yaz wanted to say. Tell me this isn’t cat-like behavior.

But the Doctor didn’t wake.

Yaz flopped back onto the mattress and resigned herself to an uncomfortable hour or two with the Doctor curled around her arm.

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She was counting the ceiling tiles when the Doctor’s stomach grumbled.

If they were going to be stuck here, Yaz might as well go grab something to eat. She snuck off the bed—she’d learned her lesson about letting the Doctor trap her, after the arm incident—and went to the closest kitchen. 

When she returned, it was with a tray heaped high with a bit of everything she found in the fridge and pantry. “Hey,” she said from the doorway, rousing the Doctor. “Brought some… breakfast, I guess we can call it?” She set the tray down on the bedside table, grabbed a bag of crisps and shook it. “Found some of those beet crisps you like so much.”

The Doctor shot upright. “Oh you’re a lifesaver Yaz, I’m starving!” She sniffed the bag. Scronched. Turned her nose up. 

And caught sight of the tin of sardines Yaz had thrown in with everything else. The Doctor’s eyes dilated. She snatched the tin, peeled the lid back, and devoured the tiny fish in a few gulps.

The Doctor’s culinary habits were strange at the best of times, but that was new. A grin pulled at the corners of Yaz’s mouth. She fought to hide it. Another note for the mental “cat evidence” column.

Once the tin was empty, the Doctor tossed it aside. She searched the tray, opening a tin of something alien that smelled like meat. She inhaled it and turned sad eyes on Yaz. “Do we have any more?”

“There’s an entire tray filled with food here.”

The Doctor whined. 

Oh, this was getting ridiculous. “Doctor… I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you eat fish. You do realize this is weird, right?”

The Doctor tilted her head. “I love fish!”

Yaz couldn’t argue with that, seeing as the Doctor was thousands of years old and she certainly didn’t know everything about her. But her insistence that nothing weird was going on was getting old.

The Doctor whined again. “Yaz, please, I’m not sure I’ve ever been this hungry in all my lives.”

Despite Yaz’s annoyance, she didn’t want the Doctor to starve, so she nodded. “I think there were a few more tins of sardines in the pantry.”

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She returned to an empty room. The blankets on the bed were rumpled, but not heaped high enough for the Doctor to be hiding under them. Yaz set the sardines on the bedside table and checked behind the bookshelf. She tapped on the ensuite door, but there was no answer, and the room beyond was dark. 

“Doctor?”

Something shuffled, close to the floor. Where was that coming from? Yaz dropped to her hands and knees and peered under the bed.

Only the Doctor’s socked foot was visible, but she moved again and Yaz could swear she saw a golden-green flash of eyes from the shadow closest to the wall. “Doctor, what are you doing under there?”

A sleepy mumble.

She didn’t look distressed, but that couldn’t be comfortable, could it? “Why don’t you come out? Do you need some help?”

“Don’ wanna,” she mumbled, simultaneously cat and toddler.

Sudden frustration cascading over her, Yaz reached under the bed and grabbed the Doctor by the ankle. “Come on.”

The Doctor hissed, tucked her leg into the rest of her body, and scooted toward the wall. Just out of reach.

Yaz took a deep breath and counted to ten. She’d dealt with this before, and the Doctor had been fine. She’d be fine again, even if this was getting a bit scary. “Will you please come out and talk to me?”

A grunt.

“You have to admit there’s something wrong here.”

“Comfy,” the Doctor mumbled.

At least she was verbal this time. How the hell could Yaz get her out of there? She lay watching the unmoving shadow of the Doctor for several minutes before an idea came to her.

She retrieved a tin of sardines from the bedside table. Kneeling next to the bed, she opened it.

The Doctor stirred.

“Are you hungry? Found more of the good stuff.”

A pause. The Doctor stretched out. She slunk from under the bed, eyes glued to the tin. Yaz moved back a little further, in case she tried to snatch it and disappear again. 

The Doctor stalked toward her. 

Yaz offered her the tin. “Here. Now will you please get back on top of the bed, where I can keep an eye on you?”

The Doctor’s eyes narrowed in confusion, but she nodded as she ate. When she was done, she hopped onto the bed, curled up, and closed her eyes again.

Yaz sighed and sat next to her. Maybe she just needed to wait this out. Hopefully. Because, with the Doctor’s refusal to admit there was even a problem, there wasn’t much else she could do.

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Two days later, the Doctor hadn’t done much more than eat and sleep. Yaz had managed to at least coax her into a change of clothes and a walk to stretch her legs, but she’d gone right back to bed and burrowed into her makeshift nest again. She still refused to admit anything was wrong, or answer any of Yaz’s questions about the more cat-like parts of her nature that were emerging.

This couldn’t go on like this.

Yaz returned to her room after a quick run on a treadmill in the gym (her legs were getting stiff with all the lying around) to find the Doctor awake, for once. She intently watched Yaz close the door.

“Went for a run. How are you doing?”

No answer. Yaz had only half expected one. She sat on the edge of the bed and the Doctor continued to wordlessly watch her.

What was this? The fizzling out of their adventures in time and space? Yaz longed to see more, but if she could have only one part of the universe, it would be the Doctor. So if this was how things were now, that was fine. As long as the Doctor was happy.

She reached over and smoothed the Doctor’s hair at her temple. “All right?”

The Doctor closed her eyes. “Yeah. Better now.”

Tentatively, Yaz scratched behind her ear. The Doctor hummed and Yaz dragged her fingers down, to the corner of her jaw. She tilted her chin up and Yaz caressed it with her index finger.

The Doctor began to purr.

She froze, staring wide-eyed at Yaz.

Yaz dropped her hand. “Aha! Gotcha!”

The rumble died. The Doctor pouted. “Yaz,” she whined.

“Told you I was going to get you to do that again. Now will you admit there’s a problem?”

The Doctor blinked. She jerked away and sat up straight. “This is all Short Circuit’s fault.” She jumped out of bed with a hiss, crossed the room, and yanked the door open. “That cat and I are going to have a talk.”

[jellyfish-er]

That Summer: Chapter 3

y/n POV

Jeremiah and I pulled into the driveway with a screeching stop. We had narrowly escaped the cops and drove home like rabbits on crack. We sat in silence while staring at the headlights. We were still processing the hell that had happened in the last fifteen minutes. We silently crept through the back sliding door and checked to see if there everyone was asleep. As per usual the moms were passed out on the couch with an old fashioned chick flick playing on the TV. Jeremiah instructed me to go to his room while he shut down the house. I did as he said and crawled my way up the stairs until I felt my way around the dark in knowing what room was his. I have been sitting on his bed for about 10 minutes waiting to hear the doorknob turn. When it finally did I saw Jeremiah slowly creep through his door trying to not make any noise. He did so successfully and was able to sneak on to his bed next to me. “So are we gonna talk about this situation or are we gonna be like Belly and Conrad and have an awkward situationship for like a year.” I let out a laugh and lean in his direction. “ What Belly and Conrad have is so complex I can imagine how she feels. What we have is as simple as it gets. I love you.” My mind goes blank as I realize what I just said. I look down red in the face and cover my mouth. I can hear Jeremiah let out a minuscule giggle before he takes my chin with his hand. I look him in the eyes. He has the most goofy and happy grin on his face. His eyes are lit up like a child’s. I see the ever present blush on his face as he opens up his mouth to say something. “Y/n do you really mean that because if you do that makes me the happiest man to ever walk this earth.” I smiled with joy and looked down. This time when he brought my face up he looked at me for a few seconds before leaning in to kiss me. This was my life. I had kissed Jeremiah Fisher 2 times in the span of 24 hours.

We sat like that for a while, sloppily and passionately making out. When I decided to be bold . It was a split decision. I pushed Jeremiah onto his back so I was straddling him. His hands started to roam up and down the sides on my body. Before ending up laying firmly and the skin right on my hip bones. I moved from his lips to the skin next to his lips. I slowly started to make my way down his neck. I left small bruises along his body and before I knew it he had stripped off his tank top. Before we knew it I had reached the lowest part of his chest. I perked up when he made me flip into my back so he was on top of me. He started to leave hickeys down the side of my neck when he wanted to take off my shirt. “Y/n look at me.” I heard him say quiet and soft. And I did, I looked him in the eyes long and hard. “Do you want to take your shirt off? I won’t make you if you don’t.” He brought a hand to my cheek. “It’s not that I don’t want to Jeremiah, it’s just that I’m not like all of those other girls you’ve hooked up with. I’m not a walking chopstick, I have scars, stretch marks and rolls.” Jeremiah looked at me as if he might cry. He grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me softly. “You’re so perfect y/n. That’s why I love you. I’ve hooked up with a lot of sluts in my time but I have never loved any of them like I love you. I love every mark and every scar. Those “rolls” are just who you are. “ he pulls me into a hug so hard he might cut off my oxygen supply. We sit there like that for what seems like hours. He kisses the top of my head multiple times. He lets me wear on of his sweatshirts and wraps us in a blanket. As we watch the sun rise he finally blurts out “By the way, it’s really hot when you say my full name.” I laugh. “Oh yeah Jeremiah Fished.” He kisses my forehead. “I’m so turned on.” I shove him so he falls off the bed. What a morning for the books.

[hobeemin]

cruel

🔥 genre: smut, angst, e2l, supernatural

🔥 pairing: demon!jackson wang x demon!(f) poc reader

🔥 rating: 18+

🔥 warning(s): swearing, fire, exhibitionism, teasing, light choking, kissing, multiple positions, powers, demons

🔥 word count: 851

🔥 credits: a HUGE HUGE thank you to @playmetheclassics and @sugakookitty thank you both for looking this over for me cause I was freaking out.

resources for banner found here ~ 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

🔥 a/n: @agustdef​ niah, aka my younger sibling, i’m wishing you the happiest of birthdays!!! i hope you enjoy this fic!! i’m not gonna get sappy cause we don’t do that over here lol.

He sat among the bodies, toying with any that dared come close. His throne, a large obsidian shape, hypnotized anyone who stepped close. They didn’t realize what lurked in the shadows. His appetite was insatiable. Eyes the color of burning coals, skin almost leathery in nature as if soot covered his limbs. But his physique was breathtaking. No one could deny him that.

Jackson was proud, powerful, and gorgeous. Eons of power surged through his bones.

And yet he wanted more. 

He was bored of this world. Nothing challenged him anymore. He sighed heavily as smoke curled from his nostrils. It danced around his head slowly. 

And then she appeared. His eyes rounded for a moment before going back to his neutral expression. Across the rubble, it looked as if she was floating. Through the dust and smoke, she glowed. 

Her eyes set on him as a ghost of a smirk appeared on her face.

So this is who made nations tremble. 

He stood, closing the distance between them instantaneously.

No words needed to be spoken as both their lips sought the other out hungrily. The flame started small as each wrestled for dominance. His fingers dug into her hips, leaving bruises as her nails scratched along his skin, leaving dark, red, angry marks.

It was animalistic, feral, and oh so sensual.

Pulling back to tug on her lip with his teeth, he growled softly.

“Who are you?”

She chuckled, pressing her palm to his chest and shoved him to the ground. Hiking up her dress, she licked her lips as she straddled him.

“Do you desire me?”

He bobbed his head without any hesitation. Something in her voice seemed to lull him into a stupor. He felt heavy…heady. She was the only thing he wanted.

“Who are you?”

She bit down on her lower lip, dragging her nails down his chest and letting them dip to his Orion’s belt. “I think we’re beyond introductions, Jackson.”

The sound of his name on her tongue stirred something in him. She felt his cock twitch against her inner thigh.

“Seems something else is paying attention,” she teased. “I’ve barely touched you, and you’re already gone.”

Jackson gritted his teeth, glaring hard at her. “You think this is funny?”

She tilted her head to the left and then right before answering. “Yes. Yes, I do.”

His hands encompassed her ass cheeks, squeezing them. “I don’t like being considered a joke.”

“I didn’t say that; you did.”

With a hiss, he flipped their positions. Eyes glowing red, he leaned in, placing hot kisses along her neck and jawline.

“You’re insufferable.”

“Yet you put up with it every time.”

Pushing his pants down just enough for his cock to spring out. It slapped against her thigh as he guided it against her bare lips. He grunted, coating the tip in her arousal.

“Just how I remember.”

Her face formed into a scowl as she wrapped her ankles around his lower back, lifting her hips to push him further in.

“Say less. Fuck me. Now.”

Damn, he loved her bossiness. And fuck her, he did. Ignoring the watchful eyes and judgments, their sounds of pleasure filled the air. One hand on his back and the other grounding her in place, she was in a state of bliss.

He rolled over for her to be on top as she bounced harder. Jackson’s eyes rolled back as he matched her rhythm. It was almost too much for him. She squeezed her breasts, still moving on top, her tongue snaked out to coat her lips.

“What’s my name?”

His hips stuttered as he tried to concentrate. “You never-“

“Jackson,” she cooed. “Say it. I know you can.”

“I-I,” he stammered, trying to keep his mind clear.

She rolled her hips, making him groan out. “Fuck…it’s…it’s-“

She moaned as the feeling of the knots in the stomach began to unravel. “G-Go ahead, Jackson…say it.”

“Shit!!! You feel so good hugging my cock, baby. G-Gonna cum in that pretty pussy.”

She slowed her movements as she hissed. “Not unless you say my name!”

“FUCK!!! Y/N!!!!”

She gave one last roll as waves crashed over her body; she screamed into the vast wasteland as it shook the ground. Jackson watched her in awe as his orgasm came just as hard. He cried out as he spilled his seed, filling her to the brim, sitting up to hold onto her until he finished. 

He shuddered, kissing her lips before falling back down. Y/N skin felt ignited as she grabbed his shoulders, pulling him up towards her.

“I win.”

Jackson’s eyes widened in fear. “N-NO!”

Flames burst from his body, licking her skin as she absorbed it. She pushed him down, standing as the vortex opened, dragging him in. She blew a kiss as he yelled before disappearing.

Rolling her shoulders with a sigh, she glanced around the area.

“Amateurs.”

A chill ran through her body as fingers crawled up her neck with a squeeze. Jackson reached in to nip her earlobe with a quiet laugh.

“Oh, we’ve only just begun.”

[victimofthemusic]

your body's writing checks (that i wanna cash)

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part 4 of the i need a man to make me (sweat) 'verse

read part 1, part 2 & part 3 here :)

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Sometimes, in a rare show of vulnerability, Bradley will let Jake take the reins.

Or:

After waking up from a nightmare, its Bradley’s turn in the cockpit, so to speak. Aka: the Jake tops Bradley fic that this fandom is severely lacking.

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Author's Note:

I can't stop writing porn for these two, I swear. This series has also snowballed in a way that never expected nor intended it to. Thank you guys so much for inspiring me and encouraging my fixation and obsession with these two. Also send help because I've seen the movie three times already and I want to see it a fourth. I swear it keeps getting better and better every single time I see it.

Title taken from Man to Make Me Sweat by Leslie Powell. To the surprise of literally no one.

Leslie, sweetie, I'm so sorry I keep putting your brother in smutty situations.

To E, who started this mess to begin with.

This would be a prequel to take me where I want to go and a sequel to barefoot, sunkissed, after burn grease, but literally all of them could be read as a stand alone.

Enjoy :)

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“You’re doing so good, baby,” Jake croons, running a soothing hand down the dips and valleys of the hard body beneath him. “So good for me.”

Bradley whimpers, splayed out on the sheets underneath him, spreading his legs wider, grip tight on Jake’s biceps, nails biting crescent moon shapes into the tan skin. “Jake, I— please.”

“What do you need, baby?” Jake murmurs, pressing a soothing kiss to his sweat damp forehead, his nose, nuzzling into the soft, flush warm skin of his cheek. “My sweet Roo,” Jake breathes, crooking his fingers in a come hither motion that has Bradley keening into his mouth and he grins, amused and smug, all at once. “That what you want, sweetheart?”

Bradley’s eyes flutter closed, long lashes casting spiderweb shadows over his cheekbones, Adam’s Apple bobbing deliciously as he pants for air.

God , he’s fucking beautiful, Jake thinks to himself with no small amount of awe. 

“ Jake,” Bradley breathes, rocking his hips in time with every thrust of Jake’s fingers, back arching off the sweat soaked sheets. “ Fuck.”

“Feels good, doesn’t it, sweetheart?” Jake murmurs, licking at a trail of sweat, sucking another bruise into Bradley’s neck. 

“Please,” Bradley begs, sounding wrecked. “Baby, please.”

“Tell me what you want, darlin’,” Jake whispers, thumbing over a nipple, groaning when it pebbles under his touch. “You know I’ll give you anything you want, Roo, you just gotta ask for it, baby and it’s all yours.”

And it’s a truth he knows down to his very bones. He’d give Bradley the moon, the world, every star in the sky, if that’s what he wanted. He’d set the world on fire and tear it down with both hands, if it would make Bradley happy. He’d give him his entire body and soul, his whole heart, if that’s what he asked for. They were his to keep, anyways, and always have been, from the very first moment Jake laid eyes on him. 

“You,” Bradley says, tone achingly sincere, amber eyes dark with want and desire. “Jus’ want you. Wanna be all yours.”

“You have me, baby,” Jake assures, pressing a sweet kiss to his full lips. “‘M all yours, Roo and you’re all mine.”

“Show me,” Bradley breathes, panting when Jake scissors his fingers, groaning at the stretch. “Jake, baby, please. Fuck me, I’m ready, just—“

“Okay, okay,” Jake whispers, pressing a soothing kiss to his lips, his chin, his jaw, easing his fingers out of Bradley, shushing him gently as he reaches for the bottle of lube. “I got you, baby, just hold on for me.”

He slicks up his cock, shivering at the friction, the catch and drag of his callouses on the sensitive skin as he strokes himself at a leisurely pace. He’s so fucking hard he could pound nails and he has to grip the base of his cock in a death grip when Bradley asks, almost demurely, cheeks flushed a pretty pink, “Can I ride you?”

Jake groans, cock down right aching at the mere thought, the absolute picture perfect mental image it paints–Bradley on top of him, fucking himself on his cock, using his body for his pleasure–”Yes, baby. Fuck, yes, you can. Of course .”

He shuffles out between Bradley’s mile long legs and lays on his back next to him on the bed, all the breath leaving his lungs when Bradley straddles his lap, knees bracketing his hips and Jake has exactly two seconds to collect himself before Bradley’s gripping his cock in his hand and then heat, tightwarmsogood, envelopes him, knocking the breath out of his lungs. 

Jake’s hands fly up to find purchase on Bradley’s sweat slicked hips, both of them moaning in harmony as Bradley sinks down on him, slowly, inch by inch, until Jake’s buried in him to the hilt. 

Bradley’s lips part, all the breath whooshing out of him in a soft oh, eyes fluttering closed as he takes a moment to adjust, wiggling his hips to get comfortable and Jake hisses at the friction, heat licking up his spine at the way Bradley’s body grips him, hot and tight and warm and sofuckinggood. “Easy, baby.” Jake chides, squeezing his hips. “Just—give me a second.”

Bradley trembles with the effort to stay still, but he manages it and Jake shudders out a breath, heart thundering behind his ribs as he tries to center himself so this isn’t over before it can really begin. 

It’s just—it’s been a while since Jake’s done this. Bradley’s never really said it, but Jake knows he prefers to be the one doing the fucking and Jake doesn’t mind—he loves it when Bradley fucks him, the way he moves inside of him, filling him until he’s overwhelmed with it. He loves being Bradley’s sole focus, the center of his universe and the thing that makes Bradley come undone. 

But sometimes, in a rare show of vulnerability, Bradley will let Jake take the reins, let him take him apart and slowly piece him back together again, one kiss, touch at a time. 

Usually it’s nights like tonight, when Bradley wakes up in a cold sweat, chest heaving in an attempt to get oxygen into his burning lungs, physically here but mentally back in the cockpit of the F-14, tone ringing in his ears, fingers grasping desperately at ejection handles that won’t engage. 

They don’t ever talk about it—and maybe they should, but Jake isn’t going to take what Bradley isn’t willing to give. Not when he gazes at him with wet lashes and haunted eyes and whispers out a, “ please” that sounds like it takes everything inside of him to utter, like it physically pains him to even bring himself to ask for anything in the first place. 

It makes sense, Jake supposes, as he gently rocks his hip upwards, a groan catching in the back of his throat, Bradley’s been alone for most of his life, every adult in his life leaving him behind in some way or another, and while Jake knows how to push and needle people until he gets what he wants, he knows Bradley, better than he’s ever known anyone. He wears his heart on his sleeve, but guards his old hurts behind a wall of armor that Jake hasn’t been given the keys to yet. 

And it stings, more than Jake wants to admit, but he can be patient. He’d wait forever and a day for Bradley Bradshaw if he had to. He may not know the cause of the hurt, but he can be a temporary balm, the anchor that keeps Bradley tethered to reality, keeps his feet on the ground, even when his head is soaring high above the clouds in a place Jake can’t save him from, no matter how much he wishes he could. 

But he can give him this, he thinks to himself, as he wraps his arms around Bradley’s waist and holds him in a vice like grip, cradles him in the safety of his arms and fucks him, slow, deep, pressing kisses to his sweat soaked curls, the curve of his cheekbone, the tip of his adorable nose, those full, kiss swollen lips, swallowing every whimper and whine, drinking them in like he’s Dionysus and every sound that drips from that lush mouth is the sweetest drop of wine until he feels almost drunk on the man writhing in his lap like he can’t get enough. 

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Jake whispers as he rocks into him, letting the tip of cock grind against that bundle of nerves that makes Bradley’s nails drag down his back, no doubt marking him up, but hell if he cares. “So good, sweetheart.”

“ Baby,” Bradley breathes, tangling his fingers in Jake’s hair. “God, I– ”

“Easy, darlin’,” Jake murmurs, nuzzling against Bradley’s flushed cheek. “I got you.”

Bradley whines, rocking his hips, fingers tangling in the chain of Jake’s dog tags, thumb rubbing over them like a touch stone as he fucks himself of Jake’s cock, using his body for his pleasure and it’s so fucking hot, makes Jake’s head spin until he’s almost dizzy with it, resting his forehead against Bradley’s, soaking in the hazy look in those chestnut eyes he wants to drown in, reveling in the intimiacy of holding Bradley close like this, wringing those sweet little noises of pleasure from his plush mouth, inhaling every exhale, floating with the high of being the one to make Bradley fall a part like this and piece him back together, one fragment at a time. 

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Jake admits in the space between them, like it's a secret, solely for them. “So goddamn pretty, baby, you’ve got no idea what you do to me.” He can feel his release blooming at the base of his spine, liquid heat spreading through his veins and he speeds up his thrusts, taking Bradley deeper, harder, grinding his hips, dragging the tip of his cock over Bradley’s prostate on every up stroke, reveling in every breathy little ah ah ah it drags out of Bradley’s kiss swollen mouth. “Want you all the damn time, sweetheart, could spend every minute of every day fucking you.”

“ Jake ,” Bradley all but sobs and it sounds like a plea and a prayer, fingers grasping desperately at Jake’s shoulders, his back and Jake prays they leave bruises, love letters of Bradley’s desire for him to carry with him throughout the day, tangible proof that Bradley wants him. Him and no one else. 

“Come for me, baby,” Jake whispers, nuzzling sweetly against Bradley’s nose, pressing a gentle, almost chaste kiss to his full lips. “C’mon, Roo, come for me, sweetheart.”

And Jake watches, transfixed as Bradley shudders apart in his arms with a choked off whine, long, damp lashes fluttering, eyebrows scrunched, pouty lips parted, head of messy curls tilted back, exposing the long, smooth column of his tanned throat that Jake can’t help but sink his teeth into as he follows Bradley down the rabbit hole of bliss, coming inside the cradle of Bradley trim hips, giving a few more aborted thrusts of his hips to drag out the warm, syrupy sweet pleasure until they lay there, a sweaty, panting tangle of limbs, unable to tell where one starts and the other ends. 

He slowly, carefully, slips out of Bradley, a few minutes later, pressing a kiss to his forehead, his lips, before he pads into the adjoining bathroom, coming back with a cool washcloth that he brushes gently over Bradley’s pliant body, wiping away the sweat and grime of their love making. He hesitates when he reaches Bradley’s ass, eyes transfixed on the cum that leaks out of his well used hole, leaving behind a lewd trail over the paler skin of his muscled thighs. He can’t resist dragging his fingers through it and pumping it back into Bradley’s over sensitive body, cock giving a weak twitch in possessive satisfaction when Bradley moans, squirming, like he can’t decide whether he wants to push Jake away or keep him there.

“You’re a menace,” Bradley gasps, but the look he shoots him over his strong shoulder is one of fond amusement and molten heat. 

“ Your menace,” Jake corrects with a grin, but he lets his fingers slip out and continues his mission of wiping Bradley clean—or as clean as he can get him until they decide to drag themselves into the bathroom for a proper shower.

He tosses it in the direction of the hamper when he’s done, climbing back into bed and twisting himself around Bradley’s warm body like a vine, big spoon to his little spoon. He smells like sweat and sex and a little like Jake, too and he can’t help but bury his face into the slope of his muscled shoulder, inhaling more of his scent, pressing gentle kisses to the steady flutter of his pulse, stroking his fingers over Bradley’s chest, right over his heart and Bradley settles into his embrace with a content hum, brushing a kiss over his wrist. 

They lay there, tangled in messy sheets and just exist, watching through the gauzy white curtains as the blue glow of the moon turns into the blue dawn of a new morning, the sound of the morning tide lapping at the sand just outside their home and it’s in this safe, serene space that Bradley whispers, “I dreamed it was you.”

Jake feels something inside him still, but his hands don’t stop their lazy pattern over Bradley’s chest, his belly and back, waiting with bated breath as Bradley takes a shuddering inhale.

“You were the one in the plane. With Mav.” Bradley elaborates and every word sounds like it pains him to admit, but in a display of stubbornness and bravery, a mixture that solely belongs to Bradley Bradshaw, he continues, voice soft, far away, “I was stuck on the carrier and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t—I couldn’t move and by the time I could I was—“ too late, he doesn’t say but Jake hears it and it makes his heart twist in his chest. Bradley shivers, sinking back into Jake’s arms that tighten around him on instinct alone and says, voice wrecked, “All my dreams lately are about losing you.”

The utter devastation in his voice breaks something inside of Jake, makes his heart feel like it’s being held in a fist intent on shattering it, makes him breathless with it, eyes stinging with tears and he brushes a kiss over Bradley’s shoulder, nosing at the warm skin that smells like the two of them and lets it soothe some of his own rising panic.

Because he gets it. God, does Jake get it. 

Because there’s nights where he wakes up with dagger two is hit, dagger two is hit still ringing in his ears, a scream of anguish trapped inside his throat, tears blurring his vision and he has to listen to the rhythm of Bradley’s breathing, feel the weight of his body next to him, rest his hand over the center of his chest and feel the steady beat of his heart to make the panic, the heart wrenching fear that he was too late, ebb away. And even that, sometimes, isn’t enough. 

He still has moments, when he’s sitting across from Bradley at dinner or riding shotgun in the Bronco, Bradley tapping out a rhythm on the steering wheel in time with whatever song is on the radio, that he has to remind himself that this is real. That Bradley is here, alive and whole and happy and he wasn’t too late and this isn’t just some grief stricken figment of his imagination. 

They’re alive. Both of them. They made it back. Together. They survived. Together. 

“You didn’t lose me, baby,” Jake whispers, pressing a kiss to the side of his head, nuzzling into his tangled curls, pressing him just a little closer until it feels like they’re one body, one soul and even then, that doesn’t feel like enough. “I’m right here, darlin’, and I ain’t going anywhere. Not anytime soon. Not if I have anything to say about it.”

Bradley shifts in his arms, rolling over until they’re face to face, forehead to forehead, noses brushing together in an eskimo kiss that makes Jake’s heart flutter, sharing the same breath, the same space, legs slotting together until they’re pressed close together underneath the sheets, Bradley’s gaze a heavy weight on his, eyes burning copper in the beginning rays of sunlight coming in from the window. 

Jake cups his jaw in hand, thumb tracing over the curve of his cheekbone and gazes right back, curious as to what Bradley’s searching for, but letting him look, hoping and praying he finds whatever he needs in Jake–hoping and praying that it’s enough, whatever it is. 

“I know you can’t promise me anything,” Bradley begins softly, vulnerability shining like gold flakes in his eyes as they flicker between Jake’s. “Just don’t leave me.”

Not like everyone else, he doesn’t say, but Jake hears it anyway and he vows to himself, then and there, that no matter what happens, Bradley Bradshaw will never know that kind of pain, ever again. Not if Jake has anything to say about it. And Jake always has to have the final say. 

“I promise you, Roo,” Jake whispers, words strong and sure. “That I will do everything in my power to come home to you.” He licks his lips, his own vulnerability creeping in, the fragile pieces of himself that cracked under the weight of those few, heart stopping moments when he thought he really lost Bradley for good and are only just now beginning to mend rearing their ugly, splintered heads when he says, damn near implores, “But you have to promise me the same thing.”

Bradley kisses him, slow and sweet and whispers, “I promise.” And Jake knows he means it. “I love you.” Bradley adds, even softer and Jake knows he means that, too.

“And I love you, baby,” Jake returns and it’s a truth he knows, down to his very bones. “More than you’ll ever know.”

“Ditto,” Bradley murmurs sleepily, snuggling deeper into Jake’s arms. 

“Are you trying to one up me?” Jake asks, incredulous, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips, even as his own eyes slip closed and sleep starts tugging at this brain, intent on dragging him under. 

“You started it,” Bradley mutters, warm breath ghosting over Jake’s bare skin. 

Jake huffs a laugh, pressing a kiss to Bradley’s wild curls. “Just as long as you finish it, baby.”

“Always,” Bradley vows, pressing a kiss to Jake’s chest, right over his heart. 

“Go to sleep, Roo,” Jake orders gently. “I’ve got you.”

And I always will, Jake thinks to himself as Bradley’s breathing evens out and he slips into a slumber, his head pillowed against Jake’s chest, a perfect fit, like he belongs there, like it was made just for him, forever.

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Author's Note:

First of all: This is the first fic in this series I get to post where HANGSTER IS FINALLY A RELATIONSHIP TAG WOOOOO!!!!!

Second of all: Thank you guys again, from the bottom of my heart, for all the love and support on this series. I love writing for these two and I can't wait to share the fics I've been plotting with you guys :)

Feel free to come yell at me about all things Top Gun, Ice Mav and Hangster related. I love hearing from you guys <3 I would also love to hear any fic ideas you guys may want, who knows, I might get inspired and write one or two ;)

Until next time :)

[gravitywonagain]

Okay, so. Please enjoy this dumb thing I made in ppt for my own knowledge, that I then didn't fucking reference basically at all during the chapter. (Maybe it'll come up in later ones, idk.)

I wanted him to look very pierced, but not insanely pierced. Turns out 24 face piercings is actually not terrible? Especially if 11 of them are in the ears.

WRT colors: The blue ones are all different gemstones that I haven't thought through -- except the long earring is all black diamonds, and the industrial is tipped by a pearl. Everything else is basically fair game.

Some of these have triad purposes that I've thought of, some have personal purposes that I've thought of, and many of them have neither ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

JZXuan's piercings (for funzies):

Total: 51 - Visible while clothed: 25

Vermilion Mark

right ear (6): first lobe has the officer earring with black diamonds; second lobe; two orbital -- one silver signifying interest in women, one gold signifying interest in men, the combination of the two is less restrictive than the binary, much like identifying as bisexual; helix; targus

left ear (5): Jin blood triple rings, industrial room key, rook

right eyebrow (1)

left eyebrow (2)

cheeks (3): left-side teardrop probably for his first kill or something; both dimples because they're adorable

nose (2): septum from his time as a soldier but with a smaller ring now; right nostril

lips (3): medusa -- the top lip thing -- is what you get when you graduate out of being a soldier because it would interfere with the larger ring so it's a mark of accomplishment in rising up the ranks; left spider bites

tongue (1, not pictured)

throat dermal (1, not pictured)

- Generally hidden while clothed: 26

collar bones (4): 2 in each side

sternum (2): down the center

nipples (2): 1 each

bellybutton (2): top and bottom, done for JYL's pregnancy and successful delivery, respectively

hips (6): 3 each side, JYL's request -- she thought they'd be pretty next to the fingertip- shaped bruises

spine (9): these denote major kills, human and yao

dick (1): palang, vertical -- this is definitely a kind of rite of passage but I'm not sure what... probably a virginity thing, that seems very JGS. possibly a marriage thing...? I think I like that better, but the logistics of it wrt xuanli seems... fraught. maybe JZX and LQY share a sneaky piercer (LQY definitely has a sneaky piercer, but we'll get to that later in another side chapter)

aaaaand none in the lower body, I guess? maybe? tell me what you think.

[goosesposts]

Dano!Riddler x gn (afab) reader - smut

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Unprotected sex, p in v, oral (m receiving), fingering, semi-public sex, very very brief degradation, blood kink if you squint, licking a fresh cut, choking, bad writing.

(sorry I took so long to write this! I've been having a disgusting amount of technical issues, my laptop broke and I won't be able to get a new one for about a month so I wrote this on my phone 🥹. Also I don't think I like this fic at all but I kinda just wanted to get it over with)

This is part 2 to this post

Eddie rushes around the counter, connecting your lips again and nearly shoving you into the wall as he pathetically grabs onto your hips. You've never made someone so desperate to kiss you and it kind of catches you off guard

He kisses down your jaw and then your neck, sucking and biting the flesh

"Eddie-" you mumble "what if someone walks in?"

"They won't" he kisses down to your collar bone, pulling your shirt out of the way a little. He was right, nobody would walk in. That's one thing about working the night shift, no one wanted to be in a diner at this time of night, except Edward of course

"What if," you start to say but a particularly rough bite on your shoulder has you moaning and it takes you a second to gather your thoughts again "what if somebody sees, from outside"

Even if no one walked in, they could still walk by and see you two, the streets of Gotham aren't vacant even at such a late hour

"Let them watch" he snarls, kissing back up to your lips

Your hands slip under his shirt, toying with the skin of his toned tummy, reaching around and pulling him closer to you

He carefully removes your shirt and nearly starts drooling when he sees the skin of your tits spilling out from the top of your bra, you reach around and unclasp it, letting it fall to the floor. His mouth trails down to connect to your nipple, massaging the other in his hand

You help him out of his shirt and he kisses you again, pulling your body flush against his. His mouth moves against yours in a cutely inexperienced way and you briefly wonder if you're his first real kiss

You break your lips away from his abruptly and he looks at you with confusion. He's worried he did something wrong but that fear drains from his mind as you sink to your knees, looking up at him with perfect doe eyes. You carefully undo his belt and he thinks he could pass out at the sight in front of him, having to place a hand on the wall behind you in order to ground himself

You pull his jeans down, along with his boxers and watch as his cock springs free, resting against his lower belly and leaking precum. You give it a few quick pumps, spreading the cum and using it as lube, leaning up and giving his tip little kitten licks. Barely taking him into your mouth before leaning back and pumping it a few times

"C'mon sweetheart, don't tease me" he groaned and you smirk, finally taking him into your mouth properly

His head falls back and his jaw falls slack, you squeeze your eyes shut and concentrate on flattening your tongue and taking him further down your throat, his hand finds the back of your head, trying his hardest not to hurt you while he carefully leads your movements

Your eyes water and your throat burns, your knees ache and you're sure they'll be bruised due to the hard tile floor, but you wouldn't dare stop, not when Eddie's making such beautiful sounds, grunts and moans spill from his lips as he chases his release. Just as he's almost there, you pull off of him, his eyes flying open and he looks down at you

You pant, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath, wiping the drool from your chin and he looks like he's on the verge of tears from being denied his orgasm

"Come down here and ruin me, Eddie." You plead. Your own panties slick with arousal

He's on top of you within seconds, his lips on yours as he desperately grabs at your pants, yanking them off. His hands trail down to your panties. He leans back, watching your face as his fingers begin to circle your clit, your mouth falling open and moans spilling out

"You're so wet" he grunts "I've barely even touched you"

You nod, clinging onto his arm as he massages the little bundle of nerves, one finger trailing down to toy with your entrance. You squeeze your eyes shut, biting your lip as his middle finger slowly enters you, sliding out and slamming back in

He adds a finger, his thumb still toying with your clit, he stretches you the best he can before pulling away as you did earlier and you whine

He finally lines himself up with your entrance, you're more than ready but he still hesitates

"are you sure?" he asks and you quickly nod, looking up at him

"yes, please fuck me, Eddie!" you plead and that's all he needs to push himself into you, you both moan in unison when he bottoms out

He grabs your wounded hand, ripping the bandage off and your eyes widen, his lips attaching around the little cut, tongue lapping at the blood and he relishes the metallic flavor. You start to piece it together, the cut is what got him all excited in the first place and you smirk

He pounds into you, one hand holding yours up to his mouth, his other hand coming down to wrap around your throat, your eyes roll back and you feel like you're floating. His cock perfectly rubs against that spongey spot inside you

Your struggle to keep your legs open, the immense pleasure causing your thighs to ache and shake and plead for rest but you don't care

"harder" you mumble, your words slurred and hoarse. Eddie obliges, pounding into you harder and faster than before, you nearly scream, your eyes watering

Your mouth is filled with a hushed chant of Eddie's name along with quiet cusses of how good he feels. You almost can't think of anything, your mind blank. His grunts and moans, mixed with the wet squelching sound coming from between your legs makes the whole diner sound like a porn set

"fuck" he grumbles "'m close"

You nod, you can't speak, you're afraid if you open your mouth you'll scream so you bite your lip and nod erratically

"can't even talk, hm?" he mocks, "that's pathetic."

You clench around him and you feel the coil in your lower belly snap as you cum around his cock. His head falls back and he thrusts into you a few final times before he pulls out, pumping his cock in his hand as he releases on your tummy with a gasp

He collapses on top of you, barely holding himself up as he tries to catch his breath, you wrap your arms around him, holding him close to you

"you're a perv" you mumble and he huffs out a laugh

[bestillmyslashyheart]

soulmate au pt 6

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | on ao3

soulmark description | fanart by @burningcollectivecherryblossom

“Are you okay?” Porsche wasn’t sure how long he’d lain there in silence before Kinn finally spoke. The other man kept his voice soft but Porsche felt he’d shouted, his ears ringing with it. He pressed his hand to his ear, the blanket in his grip adding another barrier to Kinn.

“Who?” Porsche asked. He remembered what had happened just fine.

“I don’t know yet. What do you remember?”

Porsche curled in on himself. “Not much before you showed up,” he admitted. “There were multiple men, though.”

“Of course,” Kinn replied, as if it was a foregone conclusion.

“I think, one of them was wearing white. A lot of white,” Porsche added. “He was the one who-” Porsche let go of the blanket to press a finger against his neck, right on top of the bite mark. “He-” 

“Hey,” Kinn grabbed his wrist gently and pulled his hand away from his throat. It was only that Porsche realized he was scratching at the mark. “That’s mine,” he told him. 

Porsche shook his head. “It’s his. His teeth, he-”

“I know,” Kinn’s eyes darkened. “And then I erased him. That’s my mark on your neck, in every way.” He pressed Porsche’s hand down against the bed. “Leave it.” Porsche sank into his hold for a brief moment before he was overcome with memories of the night before.

Kinn let go when Porsche tensed under him. “What’s wrong?”

“Leave me alone,” Porsche murmured. Kinn was so close he didn’t need to raise his voice any. Still, Kinn hesitated before standing. Porsche watched him grab his robe and throw it on over his underwear before leaving for the adjoining sitting room and firmly shutting the door between them. Porsche had only a few moments to appreciate the colors he’d left on Kinn before he was forced to mourn their absence.

Once he was sure he was alone, Porsche lifted the blankets and stared down at his naked body. Most of the marks were fading by now but there was still a pale smear of color across the majority of his body. Porsche wasn’t sure there was an inch of his skin that Kinn hadn’t laid a finger on the night before. He raised a slightly shaking hand and traced over a few of the marks trailing down his abdomen until he reached a darker, mostly red, mark in the shape of Kinn’s mouth on his hip bone. Porsche pressed down hard on it and felt what seemed to be an echo of the touch course through him. He closed his eyes and soaked in the feeling while he could. When it faded, he forced himself from the bed and into the bathroom. Having the mirror both helped and didn’t. He could see everything now as he turned his body this way and that to get a glimpse of his backside and he felt the claim Kinn had placed on him just as surely as felt the claim he’d left on Kinn. But he could also see the purple on his body that hadn’t been left by Kinn, the bruises that had come from other hands, other mouths. Try as Kinn had, Porsche could remember vividly the bite on his neck that had come from another; his skin had crawled at the man’s touch there, his entire body working against itself and the drugs to try and keep the man from touching his mark only to fail. There was a smattering of color around the bite mark, remnants of Kinn’s attempts to erase the other man, but they only seemed to highlight the bite itself. Porsche could see the teeth marks.

The longer he stared at it in the mirror, the worse he felt. It was as if his body was reliving the violation. “Kinn!” Porsche didn’t recall making the decision to yell for Kinn, wasn’t entirely sure his brain had been the one to decide, before the name was leaving his lips. 

Kinn took only a moment to arrive, his feet skidding lightly on the floor as he flung himself around the corner. “What’s wrong?”

Porsche scratched at the bite mark. “It’s wrong,” he gasped. 

Kinn came up behind him. His right hand gripped Porsche’s bare hip while his left gripped Porsche’s and pulled it away from his neck. Without a word he put his mouth over the mark again. He nipped it gently with his teeth and then bit down harder. Intermittently he mouthed at it with just lips and tongue until the entire left side of Porsche’s neck was covered in marks just from Kinn’s mouth. Porsche rested his head against Kinn’s and let him at it, his eyes closed. Slowly, the feeling of this place having been violated started to fade. It didn’t disappear but Porsche no longer wanted to claw his skin off. 

When he’s more settled, Porsche pushed Kinn’s hand off of his hip and leant forward out of his touch. He didn’t say anything, can’t think of anything to say, but Kinn didn’t seem to need him to. Porsche felt his gaze on him through the mirror but didn’t meet it. Kinn took a step back and then turned and left without a word. He hesitated at the doorway. “Should I-”

“Close it,” Porsche said firmly. Kinn does. With not inconsiderable effort, Porsche tore himself away from the mirror and into the shower. He scrubbed every inch of himself but especially his neck and his arms where he had felt the foreign man’s touch. Even still, he found himself tracing Kinn’s marks. They didn’t wash off, they couldn’t, but he found himself not caring about that. He was okay with the evidence of Kinn’s touch. 

Even if he wasn’t necessarily okay with being okay with it.

Kinn was waiting fully dressed when Porsche stepped out of the bathroom. He’d found his clothes folded just outside the door and so had been able to put them back on like armor before rejoining the world. “We need to get back,” Kinn told him apologetically. Porsche nodded; he couldn’t quite believe they’d been allowed so much time away in the first place. “Are you- what do you need?”

“I don’t know,” Porsche admitted. 

“Porsche-” He stopped. “Should I apologize?”

“No. Or, probably, I guess?” Porsche shrugged. “But I don’t need you to. You didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to do. You didn’t…” Porsche closed his eyes. “I wanted it. And it felt good. I just- I don’t think it was my head that wanted it? And I don’t know what to do about that, I guess.” He opened his eyes and met Kinn’s gaze. He was still impossible to read. 

“If you figure it out, let me know,” Kinn ordered. Porsche narrowed his eyes. “So that I can help,” he added. 

Porsche nodded slightly. “Not sure it’s something you can help with.”

They left it at that and walked silently down to the garage. Big and Pete were stationed at opposite ends of their floor and Ken met them in the garage but Porsche ignored them all. He just slid into the passenger seat of Kinn’s too expensive car that definitely hadn’t been there the night before and let Kinn drive them home. 

—

“Papa.” Kinn stayed standing until his father gestured for him to sit.

“Tell me what happened,” Korn ordered. His focus was ostensibly on the chess pieces between them but Kinn had no doubt his father was aware of everything happening around him.

He swallowed. “Porsche was drugged last night,” he reported. “He was taken from the event and assaulted in a secondary location. My team found him but could not locate the assailants. I stayed with him at the hotel overnight to make sure he was alright. I sent photos of his injuries to Chan. We’ve just returned.”

Korn glanced up and behind Kinn, a question on his face. “According to the CCTV footage, Porsche voluntarily drank the drugged glass. He made a mistake,” Chan reported calmly. “There is nothing we can do at this time with the photos we received. The bite mark was distinctive enough that we might be able to confirm a perpetrator but it is not enough to find the man.”

Kinn flinched. “He was targeted,” he objected.

“His mark?” His father asked.

“Mostly covered,” Chan answered. “From what I could see on the footage there was only a small portion on his neck showing and of course the mark on his face. But given the color, it could be a reasonable conclusion that they were injuries rather than a soulmark.” Kinn’s blood boiled.

“Porsche-” he started angrily only to freeze at a single look from his father.

“Porsche was in attendance at the event last night in his role as a bodyguard,” Korn concluded. “You even took measures to hide both of your marks, did you not?”

“Yes,” Kinn gritted.

“Then he made a mistake as a bodyguard,” Korn continued. “If he was targeted, there is no evidence that he was targeted as your soulmate rather than as a member of your security team. If you recall, I told you to remove him from that role.” He moved a pawn forward two spaces. “If he is to continue as a member of your team, he will be treated as such. He failed in his duties last night. If any other member of your team made a mistake as he had, they would be punished.” He paused.

“I will not order punishment for my soulmate,” Kinn said firmly.

“Nor would I expect you to,” his father replied agreeably. “He is your soulmate. It would be unconscionable for you to publicly punish him.” Kinn let out a breath in relief. “Which is why I ordered for his punishment,” Korn finished. 

“Papa,” Kinn objected. 

“No.” Korn stared him down. “You made this a business decision, Anakinn, when you kept him on as a bodyguard. This is a consequence of that. All of our employees are held to the same standard. You breached that when you personally cared for him last night. While it is understandable given your personal relationship, it does not excuse his mistakes. He must be punished.” He looked down at the board. “Your move.”

—

Porsche supposed he should just be grateful they were avoiding his permanent marks. Big and Ken were enjoying his punishment a little too much but Porsche wasn’t in much of a position to complain. Build, Chan’s second in command, stood watch in the corner. 

He flinched when the lead snapped against his bare back. “Faster,” Ken yelled. Porsche grit his teeth but did his best to force his body forward across the mat with his hands tied behind his back. “Miserable excuse for a bodyguard,” he heard Big mumble. 

“Twenty more,” Build ordered calmly when Porsche finally got to the other side.

Big tightened the ropes on his arms. “Looked a little loose,” he smirked. Porsche felt his hand in the air near his throat before he caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye and he had just enough time to roll onto his back and kick Big’s hand away. 

“Don’t,” he growled. 

Ken came up behind him and smacked him on the head. “You’re not in a position to give us orders,” he snapped.

“Yes he is.” Porsche had never been so happy to hear Kinn’s voice in his life. “Step away.” Big and Ken stepped back immediately. 

“Khun Korn,” Build started to say.

“My father and I have spoken,” Kinn cut him off. “This is over.” He grabbed Porsche’s upper arm and hauled him to his feet before untying his hands. “Come on,” he urged quietly into Porsche’s ear before walking away. Porsche didn’t bother looking to the other bodyguards before following. 

He was still rubbing feeling back into his arms when they stepped in the elevator to their floor. Four of Kinn’s backup team were stationed along the hallway when they stepped out. Porsche eyed them but didn’t ask. He turned towards the rooms he shared with Chay then froze and looked down at himself. He did not want Chay to see him like this. When he turned around Kinn was already inside his own rooms but the door was standing wide open in invitation.

“I’m sorry,” Kinn told him after Porsche shut the door. “I did not know my father would do that.”

“Why did he?” Porsche asked.

“Because you were a bodyguard,” Kinn answered. He busied himself fixing a drink before tossing it back in one swallow. “Since I had you cover your mark and you weren’t seated next to me, he considered you fair game last night. Which means by drinking the water you were given, you made a mistake and needed to be punished.”

Porsche squared his jaw. “I was a bodyguard?”

Kinn closed his eyes. “My father was clear,” he answered slowly. “If you remain as a member of my security team, you are not entitled to any protection of your own.” He faced Porsche. “I can’t have that.”

“So what? I’m to be locked in here like a prisoner?”

“No,” Kinn tossed back his second glass and dropped it onto the table, heedless of whether it toppled over or if there was anything left to spill out. “The only way to ensure your protection is for you to be a member of my family. Publicly.”

“No,” Porsche reacted instinctively.

Kinn flinched. “I understand that it is not ideal but after last night, it is the only way to keep you safe.”

“And what about what I want?” Porsche snapped. “When does what I want come into consideration?”

“We tried doing what you wanted,” Kinn snapped in return. “You wanted to be my bodyguard. Look what happened.”

“Fuck you.”

“What do you want me to do, Porsche?” Kinn yelled. He took a deep breath before continuing. “Let you do what you want? That is not how this works! I don’t get to just do what I want. Khun doesn’t. Even Kim doesn’t, try as hard as he might. People want to kill us, Porsche. To stay safe, we have to accept certain security measures. For you, that means being publicly recognized as a member of this family and making sure everyone knows the consequences of hurting or even threatening you. No more hiding in the shadows.” 

Porsche turned around and left.

—

Porsche had a blissful two hours to himself. Chay was at school and he didn’t share with any of the other bodyguards anymore. It gave him time to shower again, yell at the mirror a bit, and try to think of an alternative solution to his problem; unfortunately, nothing came to mind. Kinn was right, loathe as Porsche was to say it, when he said that Porsche couldn’t hide in the shadows anymore. He and Kinn were marked for each other, there was no getting around it and there was no changing it. It was a fact now. His name was Porsche Pachara Kittisawat, he was 23 years old, he had a brother named Chay, and he had a soulmate named Kinn. If he couldn’t accept it or adjust to it sooner rather than later, there may not be a later. He’d either lose his life or his mind. Either way, Chay would be left alone and unprotected. Porsche could likely negotiate protection for Chay as long as he was alive but the second anything happened to him…

There was a timid knock at the door. Porsche eyed it warily, not particularly wanting to speak to anyone right now. “Porsche?” Pete’s voice came through the door. 

Porsche went and opened the door. “Hey,” he greeted. He’d put new clothes on but he had no casual clothes with a collar high enough to cover the marks on his neck and Pete’s eyes predictably went straight there. 

“Hey,” Pete replied brightly. “How are you feeling? After your punishment?” Porsche stepped back and let Pete in. There were too many men he didn’t know stationed in the hallway for him to have any kind of personal conversation with his door open.

“I’m fine,” he assured Pete.

“Yeah?” Pete smiled. “Good. I remember my first punishment. Khun Tankhun made me do wall sits for hours. I just wanted to flop onto my bed and not move after.” That brought a smile out of Porsche. “So if you’re feeling okay, are you up for going out? Khun Tankhun wants to go to Yok’s and he insists you come with.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Porsche hedged.

Pete pouted. “Why not? I don’t want to have to tell Khun Tankhun you can’t make it.”

Low blow. “Tell him to talk to Kinn,” Porsche suggested. “After last night, he wants me to stay close to the compound. 

“Ah.”

Porsche hummed. “So it’s probably best I just stay here.”

Pete raised his eyebrows in surprise. “You? Following orders?” 

“Guess I don’t want to get punished again,” Porsche shrugged.

Pete sobered. “Right.” There was an awkward moment where neither quite met the other’s eye. “Okay. Well, if you change your mind, I know it will make Khun Tankhun happy?” He offered. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Pete offered him another smile and then let Porsche show him out. He nearly ran face first into Kinn who was waiting on the other side of Porsche’s door with his hands on his hips. 

“Khun Kinn!” Pete nearly yelped before remembering himself and giving a small bow.

“Pete,” Kinn glowered. “You and Arm are to report to the gym first thing tomorrow morning for your punishment.” Pete frowned but wisely didn’t ask. “Your priority last night was Porsche,” he reminded him. Pete blanched. “How well did you do your job?”

“Kinn,” Porsche tried to object. 

Kinn glared at him. “I will oversee your punishment personally. Inform Arm.” Done with Pete, he stepped past him like he wasn’t even there and closed the door to Porsche’s room between he and them.

“Kinn,” Porsche tried again.

“He failed in his duty,” Kinn reminded him. “It was his job to ensure you were protected and not only were you drugged but he and Arm allowed for you to be taken 30 floors away from me and assaulted.” His eyes were hard. “They will be suitably punished. It is how things are done.” Porsche held his gaze for a long moment before looking away. “What was he doing here?”

Porsche rolled his eyes. “I don’t need protection from Pete.” Kinn said nothing, just waited. “Khun Tankhun is going out tonight and he sent Pete to invite me.”

“And what did you say?”

“I said you locked me in your ivory palace,” Porsche glared at him. 

Kinn narrowed his eyes. “Do you want to go out? After last night?”

“Does it matter?”

“I wouldn’t ask if it didn’t.”

Porsche looked at him, searching for some kind of clue in his eyes or on his face. There was nothing. “I wouldn’t mind a night out, a night off,” he admitted. “But I realize that’s not feasible right now. If last night was any example, my security or lack thereof is a threat to you.”

Kinn’s eyes widened infinitesimally. “Does that mean you agree with me? You won’t fight the public announcement?”

“No,” Porsche agreed. “It’s the best course of action. We tried it my way for a few weeks. It didn’t work. Now we try it your way.”

“Tha-”

“But we need to talk about Chay,” Porsche continued over him. “Once my name and face are out there, publicly associated with your family and your business, Chay will be in danger too. He needs his own protection. And I don’t want it to interfere with his life. We may not get what we want,” he echoed Kinn’s earlier words, “but there’s no reason for Chay to have to make that kind of sacrifice.”

Kinn nodded slowly. “I’ll do my best. I will arrange for his security. It will be less than yours, obviously, but I will make sure he is-” Kinn stopped. Porsche raised an eyebrow in question. “Or you could?” He continued after a beat. “Perhaps you could be in charge of my security. And your own and Chay’s,” he added. “In public you will have to be at my side as my soulmate but you could continue working as head of security. Arrange everything to your liking,” Kinn mused. 

“Really?” Porsche asked.

“Not right away,” Kinn told him. “You’d need additional training and our current head of security was hand picked by Chan so my father will not dismiss him without cause but I’m sure we could work something out.” He looked at Porsche. “A compromise?”

Porsche’s eyebrows shot up. “I didn’t think you knew that word.”

Kinn’s smile was a little brittle. “I have two brothers,” he reminded Porsche.

“Right.” Porsche had had it easy with Chay but he had been reliably informed by his friends with multiple siblings that negotiation and compromise could be vital in keeping the peace, especially for middle children.

Kinn cleared his throat. “Now. You want to go out.”

“It’s fine,” Porsche told him.

“No,” Kinn shook his head. “You’re not a prisoner, Porsche. I don’t-” he stopped and seemed to gather himself. “If you have no objection, I will go too?” Porsche was not used to seeing Kinn being unsure.

Porsche nodded slowly. “Okay,” he agreed finally.

—

Porsche didn’t think he’d be grateful to Kinn for being there but it was nice. The combined presence of Kinn, Tankhun, and Porsche meant that security was out in full force and Porsche didn’t need to be so on edge. It also meant he was free to drink more than he had originally planned. Kinn stayed sober and as close as Porsche liked him to be. He felt safe for the first time in a while. He hadn’t expected to feel that way, not for a while, not after last night. But here, in his bar, with his soulmate beside him, and over a dozen trained guards on watch, he let himself relax.

After he’d had a few, he reached a hand out and found Kinn exactly where he expected him, not too close to crowd him but not too far either, and pulled him after him into the alley.

“Porsche?” Kinn let himself be pulled. He even let Porsche shove him against the wall, but he stopped Porsche before he could plaster himself against Kinn. “What are you doing?”

Porsche smiled crookedly. “What I want,” he answered. “This is where we met, you know? Imagine if we’d touched that night. What do you think would be different? Not this, I don’t think.”

“I don’t think this is what you want,” Kinn didn’t budge. 

“You don’t know what I want,” Porsche said harshly. “Hell, I don’t know what I want. Not before I want it. And it’s not like my brain’s running the show here but that doesn’t mean I don’t want it.” He grabbed Kinn’s head and pulled him in for a biting kiss. Kinn still held his hips at a distance but he didn’t seem able to keep himself apart completely. 

“Porsche,” Kinn gasped when he pulled his face away. Porsche took the chance to push their hips together. “You just said-”

“Don’t you feel it?” Porsche asked, genuinely. He wasn’t so drunk that he’d lost control of his faculties, just a little bit of his inhibition. “Every inch of me is screaming out for you. Constantly. And the only relief I get is when your hands are on me.” Kinn tightened his grip on Porsche’s hips. Porsche mouthed at his neck. “It felt so good last night. Can’t you feel it? Don’t you want me?”

“Desperately,” Kinn confessed on an exhale. “It’s so much worse today than it was yesterday,” he continued. One of his hands had slipped around Porsche’s back to grab at his ass. The other slipped up under Porsche’s shirt to slide against bare skin. “But I don’t want to do anything you’ll regret in the morning again.”

Porsche pulled back to look at him. “I don’t regret last night,” he told him. “I wish my head and my-” he almost said heart but it wasn’t right- “my soul were more in agreement, but I don’t regret it. I wouldn’t be here now if I did.” He rolled his hips, reveling in Kinn’s choked gasp. “Do you regret it? Would you regret this?”

Kinn bit out an emphatic “no” and proceeded to devour Porsche. It was all Porsche could do to hold on. 

—

Pol had to come and get them when Tankhun was ready to go. He stepped out the back door with his hand over his eyes. “Khun Kinn? Porsche?”

“What?” Kinn snapped. Porsche didn’t budge from his place in the crook of Kinn’s neck. 

“Khun Tankhun is quite drunk,” he still didn’t lower his hand, “we are leaving to take him home. Will you be returning with us or riding with one of the other guards?”

Porsche felt Kinn roll his eyes. “We’ll join you out front in a minute.”

“Yes, sir.” Pol bowed his head even as he was turning to flee. 

Kinn nuzzled into Porsche’s hair. “Ready?” Porsche hummed and pulled away. They were both fully clothed again but it had felt too good to be wrapped in Kinn’s arms for Porsche to go back inside; Kinn hadn’t fought him on it at all. “Come on.” He took Porsche’s hand in his and led him back through the bar. Porsche let him but dropped his hand when they stepped back outside. Pol and Arm were carrying Tankhun between them with Pete holding the door to the car open. Tankhun was a rambling mess but Porsche was sure he’d had fun and from the faint smile on Kinn’s lips he probably agreed. Kinn got in the passenger seat and Porsche was rounding the car to get in the other side when he heard a motorcycle pull up. He and Pete turned to see Vegas pulling off his helmet.

“Am I too late?” He smiled. Something in Porsche felt off seeing it.

“Uh,” Pete looked to him but Porsche didn’t feel like replying so he let Pete continue, “we are heading home. Perhaps next time?” He offered weakly.

Vegas waved him off. “That’s fine. I came to see Porsche, actually.” Porsche and Pete both raised their eyebrows. Vegas only smiled in response and waved a showy hand at his ride. “Brand new,” he bragged. “I heard you know a thing or two about these and I thought you could offer your opinion.”

“Get in the car.” Porsche hadn’t even heard Kinn get out of the car but he was suddenly standing between Porsche and Vegas, his eyes trained on his cousin and tension in every line of his body. 

“Cousin,” Vegas greeted, his smile fading. “I didn’t expect to see you here. Not your kind of thing, is it? Slumming it?”

Porsche felt something in Kinn snap and he was reaching out to stop him before he’d even started moving. It took both of Porsche’s hands on Kinn’s arm to hold him in place. “Kinn, he’s your cousin,” he reminded quietly. “And we’re in public.” Kinn stopped fighting him but the tension didn’t leave him. “Let’s get in the car.” He tugged gently at Kinn’s arm and then harder when Kinn didn’t budge. 

Vegas’s smile turned to a smirk. “Best go, cousin. Wouldn’t do to piss off the wife so early, yes?”

Porsche let go of Kinn’s arm. He got two hits in before bodyguards from both the major and minor families appeared between them. Big himself put a hand in Kinn’s chest to push him away from Vegas. “Khun Kinn,” he urged. Kinn didn’t react.

Porsche turned his back and got into the car where Pol and Arm where trying to keep Tankhun seated. A moment later Kinn was sliding in next to him and pushing Pol out the other side. Pol gracefully got into the front passenger seat and Pete quickly pulled out of the parking lot. No one said a word the entire drive back.

The two groups separated at the entrance, Pete, Pol, and Arm escorting Tankhun back to his rooms and Kinn and Porsche going to Kinn’s. Porsche waited until they were safely ensconced in Kinn’s rooms to ask. “I knew you didn’t like him that much but I didn’t think you’d hit him. Especia-”

“He wore a white suit,” Kinn cut him off, his eyes burning. “Last night. His suit was all white.”

Whatever else Porsche was going to say caught in his throat as he was thrown back to this morning. One of them was wearing white. A lot of white. He was the one who-

“I get to kill him.”

[swtki]

Destroy Dick December - P.P

Pairing: Mcu! College! Peter Parker x Fem! Reader

Summary: Inspired by this fic by @selfcarecap (read it bc its literally so good !), usually destroy dick December is a joke, not this time though!

Warnings: Smut, 18+ content, overstim, vaginal sex, oral sex (m + f), handjob, facefucking, sexting, masterbation ( m+f), swearing (duh), vanilla sex, romantic sex, rough sex, mentions of spit, unprotected sex, creampie, degration, pet names (baby, sweet boy/girl, angel), dry orgasm, crying (m), nutting in pants, dry humping, humiliation (m), Sub! Peter, Femdom, borderline sex addiction, female doesn’t orgasm sometimes, let me know if I missed any!

A/N: while usually I use tasm Peter, I felt that mcu Peter would fit better with this concept. Once again, read No Nut November here!

Day 1

It started off simple enough, the first few days would be normal for us and then it would get a bit more challenging after that. We knew this going in, and we talked about it majority of November. The pent up sexual urges we both had led the conversation.

“So will wet dreams count or no? Because I lost a few times this past month because of them.” he asked, spinning around in his desk chair.

“Mmmm, yeah I think they’ll count towards you. Not saying you should resort to having fifteen sex dreams a night or anything, but it might help to have one or two every now and then. I can only be up for so much.” its not that I wasn’t excited about sex, I just knew I would get bored of it every day, multiple times a day. He needed to be self sufficient.

“Do you want me to do what we always do? Like, do you want me to make the 2:1 ratio of your orgasms to mine?” Peter always talked so technical, as if we weren’t doing this partly for shits and giggles.

“God no, its destroy dick december, and I don’t have a dick. This month is all about you, baby.” I crawled over to him from my place on the floor. “We should start, I’ve planned the first day to be real special.” He gave me a confused look but agreed and sat on the bed. I stood up in front of him, unbuttoning my sweater to reveal a lace bra. It was sheer against my breast, the cold air making my nipples buck up against the fabric. “You’ve gotta tell May to fix that heater.” I laughed.

He stared at me, hands in his lap. “Please keep going.” he begged. Usually, speaking when not spoken to would have been an automatic restraining. But that night wasn’t the usual, it was supposed to be a love filled night. I tugged down my jeans, revealing the matching bottoms of my lingerie.

He looked at me as though the reincarnate of Athena herself were standing in front of him, he always did. I climbed on top of his lap, his hands immediately grasping my ass to keep me stable. My arms snaked around his neck , pressing my body closer to his. As the warmth radiating from his skin wrapped around me, I realized that this was giving me deja vu of our first time together. The light touches, my body against his, the urge to go slow but the fact that we only have so long until May comes home. Yeah, this was just like that.

We rarely skipped any foreplay, but I needed him wrapped around my body as soon as possible, and most importantly, inside of my body. I kiss him for a while, letting hands roam and tongue explore. I could feel him underneath me. I could feel how much he felt the same way as I did.

I lay back on his mattress, feeling the cold air once again as he stood to strip. A few bruises decorated his muscular frame, but we’d fucked with much worse wounds. With much less care as I would use that night. He kicked off the blue striped boxers, climbing into bed so he was placed with my legs on either side of him. He kissed me this time, fiddling with the hooks on my back. I could feel him smile when they finally pulled apart, a triumph for the boy. As he slid himself inside of me I wrapped my legs around his waist. The familiar pressure below my stomach, the soft brush of his hip bones against my clit, the sweat making our bodies stick together. I let it all sink in as I laid there. He thrusted with his own steady pace, and I didn’t ask him to change it. I didn’t realize my eyes were shut until he whispered “Open your eyes, baby.” and brushed the hair out of my face. Of course I complied, meeting his eyes with mine immediately. He was close, his hips started getting sloppy, and the grip he had on the sheet made me worried he would rip it.

“Are you close?” I whispered, he made a small whimper signaling that yes, he in fact was. “Cum inside of me, Peter. Wanna be filled with you.” As if I had just hacked the magic code, he released with a loud groan. Staying inside of me, he collapsed and put his head in the crook of my neck.

“I think the next few days will be easy.” He said.

Day 7

Seven, seven? How was I going to manage to help Peter cum seven times that day? I was tired, I was sore from day five and day six, and most importantly I only had so many functions. At this point, I was just a hole and maybe a mouth, but it was all for the cause.

We facetimed in the morning, getting the first two out of the way. I came over in the afternoon, did one round in missionary, did one where I was on top and he thrusted, we only had three to go.

“Pete I need a break, well, my vagina needs one. How are you feeling?” I asked, my hand rubbing his shoulder. I noticed that his face turned red. “How fucking short of a refractory period did the spider bite give you?”

“Uh, y’know like a minute.” He said quietly. I laughed and sunk to my knees.

“Let me take care of you, of course with you doing all the work.” his pants had been discarded a while ago, and I only wore his shirt and my underwear. While yes, I was tired, he would be sensitive now so it wouldn’t be like a fifteen minute endeavor like usual. I grabbed his hands, placing them on my head. “Fuck my face?” he pulled in a sharp breath and stuck his cock into my open mouth.

He had my nose pressed up against his pubic bone, and my hands were flat against his thigh. He thrusted once, earning a grotesque gagging noise from me. This repeated until I was covered in my own spit, my nose running from the constant gagging. He forced my head onto him again, and held it there while his cum dripped down my throat.

Two to go.

Day 14

Mutual masterbation didn’t solve everything, but it could help. We could be across the room from each other, just getting ourselves off while the other benefited. I pushed my skirt up while I was sitting on his bed, him sitting on the chair a few feet away. It caught his attention as a soft moan left my lips. His head snapped towards me, smiling and proceeding to tug his jeans down. I watched him stroke up and down on his cock, and he watched me rub the sensitive bud between my legs. Neither of us really said anything, our moans filled the room as I came undone and he exploded with a few more tugs. Sex hadn’t lost its meaning or its appeal, it was just a bit too strenuous for me to do that many times.

Day 20

By day twenty, we were both sensitive. It felt like we would only stop having any sexual contact when we slept. And even then I was still considering letting him fuck me in my sleep so we could keep with the score. It hadn’t gotten to that point yet, but I spent the night after day nineteen, so I awoke to Peter laying next to me. He no longer got morning wood, but it wouldn’t take that much to fix it. I watched him sleep, enjoying the peace and warmth that our bodies radiated. He stirred awake, and suddenly that peace was over.

“Peter, I’ve been thinking.” I said with my arms wrapped around him. “If you wanna go ahead and call it quits on this challenge-“

“No, I want to complete it. You can tap out of course, but I want to complete it.” He interrupted, a serious look painting his face.

“I wanna help you complete it.” I sat up and strattled his lap, my underwear and his pajama pants were the only things keeping our skin from touching. I could feel the hardness under my ass, and I wiggled my hips a bit to tease him. “Remember when we first got together, how we would dry hump all the time?” I started grinding on him, biting my lip from the pleasure. I could feel how bad he needed me, the proof was rubbing against my cunt. He was quiet, obviously trying to make this last. I pressed down harder and earned a whimper. The more I moved and the harder I pressed, the louder he was. When his eyes rolled back into his head and I felt a wet spot on my thigh, I knew that his first orgasm of that day was in his pants. It felt good.

Day 27

Anytime Peter was under me I had him whimpering. I kept giving him handjobs, let him rut against me when I was lazy, the usual. His whimpers had become more high pitched, as I continued to rub his cock with my spit well after he had cum he would almost yelp. His hips would buck up, he would try and squirm away and he would screw his eyes shut. On the 25th orgasm of that day, he sobbed. I hadn’t given him a break since the fifteenth orgasm, and he was feeling the effects of it. As soon as I saw the tears fall from his beautiful eyes, I stopped and checked in.

“You okay, baby?” I rubbed his thigh in a loving manor.

“Ye-yes. Feels so good when you do that. Im in Heaven right now.” He sounded tired, but insisted I continue. His tears wouldn’t cease after that day.

Day 31

We were done. Finally done. Well, almost at least. We had made twenty nine that new years eve, and on that twenty ninth, a strange thing happened. Peters hips faultered, he cried a bit, and he slumped over when he came. The only thing that didn’t happen was the actual white liquid. His body ran out it seemed. We decided to save the last one for later in the evening. Send the year off with a bang if you will. But, even the last orgasm was dry. I felt proud of myself and I know he felt embarrassed.

January 1st

The day without sex was much needed. Peter and I went on a date where I didn’t get fucked immediately after for the first time in a month. He also wore a metaphorical badge of honor for his dedication to Destroy Dick December. I didn’t know how long it would take for us to even dry hump again, but at least my boy was happy.

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Showers- Peter Maximoff (Wandavision) X F! Reader

Warnings: Smut, Some fluff, Language, Shower sex, Oral- female receiving, Top! Peter

It was pretty much another fucked day for you and Peter/ Ralph, nobody really knew what ayone's real name was. Westview had been taken over by Wanda for around 2 weeks now, you both had managed to break out of her control. You'd joke about your 'roles' and have a laugh dressing up for when the time switches again.

The door to your house, this time 80s themed, opened and in walked your boyfriend Peter, dressed in Halloween attire. He sighed loudly, running his hands through his hair and putting back to its usual silver cloud-like style.  He walked over to the Kitchen counter and put down his Bucket of sweets.

You got up off the couch and walked up to him, wrapping your arms around him and resting your cheek against his back. "Did it work? Did Wanda say anything?"

"Nope, but I did get launched across the town square." He sighed. Turning around you see the slight bruise on his cheek. "Oh... Are you alright?" You cup his face and rub you index finger on his cheek.

"I'll be fine, it's only tiny." He placed a kiss on the palm of your hand and pulled you in for a hug.

"Did you see your wife today, Mr Harkness?" You giggled.

"My wife? C'mon Y/n, she's definitely not my type" Peter chuckled.

"Atleast you have a main role in this, I'm just a background character!" You laughed, jokingly punching his chest.

Peter took your hand and started walking upstairs, "I need to get this shit off, My hair feels all crusty with the amount of hairspray. I need a shower, and you're going to join me."

Your eyes lit up and you sped up your pace towards the bathroom.

Peter walks into the room, with you following close. "I've noticed something about our new house, and we need to test it out before it changes again.." He turned to you with a dirty smirk on his face. "And what might that be?" You start to unzip your jacket and hang it on the door,  "There's a seat in the shower." Peter grabs you by the hips and slammed his lips into yours, he starts removing his clothes, then moving onto yours.

He walked backwards into the shower, pulling you by the hips after him.  "I also noticed that thanks to my super speed, I can make myself vibrate. Do you wanna test that out doll?" You felt weak at the knees. "Oh god yes." You gasped, not breaking eye contact with your boyfriend.

Peter grinned and reached over You to turn on the water, your breath hitched as you watched him sink down to his knees before you, he rubbed your thigh and started dotting your collar bone with kisses, occasionally nipping at your soft skin. You let out a quiet moan, tilting your head back against the wall as you felt the warm droplets hit your face. He wasted no time and attached his lips to your neck, biting and sucking earning filthy noises from you.

Peter came back up and started kissing your lips, and his fingers found their way to that spot you needed him most, "Fuck Y/n, you're so wet." He mumbled into the kiss. Your breath hitched as you felt his finger start rubbing your clit. You struggled to kiss back, to which you felt Peter smirk.

He continued rubbing you, and then you felt him start to vibrate against you. He pulled away from your lips, allowing a string of cuss words to fall from your mouth, as he lowered his head and began to eat you out like his life depended on It.

Your hand grabbed onto his hair as you felt the burning sensation start to build up in your stomach, it was like a knot, it pulled tighter and tighter as Peter started to put more pressure on your Clit, you cried out as the wash of pure pleasure came over you, your legs shook as you moaned so loud the whole neighbourhood probably heard.

"Holy fucking fuck." you whispered, your chest rising and falling aggressively as you looked down at your boyfriend who was looking up at you in awe. "That noise you made-" He paused, trying to catch his breath. "Was the hottest, most beautiful thing I've ever heard!" He rested his head onto your thigh, "Anyway, I need to wash my hair."

You looked down at Peter and Stoked his cheek, "Well you're gunna have to do it yourself or sit down Infront of me, I don't know if I'm gunna be able to stand for a while." You laughed quietly.

Peter smiled at you.

"You did so good for me princess."

[mercurygguk]

intimacy issues | jjk (m)

— summary; jungkook once told you to not call him a certain nickname. why is that?

pairing; jungkook x f. reader

word count; 689

rating; 18+

timeline; between part 2 and 3

content; drabble for risqué – jk and oc clearing the air about the whole ‘kook’ nickname thing

warnings; indications of smut

a/n; since oc will be calling jk ‘kook’ a lot in the next part, i thought i’d give y’all an explanation on why he asked her not to use that nickname in the first part ! :)

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It’s nearly 1 AM when you shortly glance at the clock on Jungkook’s nightstand. He’s panting next to you, his breathing matching yours as his chest rises and falls heavily. Your skin is glistening with sweat and saliva from Jungkook’s open mouthed kisses he’s been leaving behind on your body, purple bruises starting to form on your skin as well.

A small smile spreads across your face when Jungkook rolls over, his body flush against yours as he slowly and softly begins to leave small kisses all over your shoulder, neck, and cheek. Goosebumps rise on your skin as one of his hands sneaks its way under the sheets, sliding up the length of your leg, all the way from your knee and to your hip bone.

“Mhm, Kook,” you sigh deeply as you feel his hand tighten on your hip bone, giving it a squeeze before it slides further up to your waist. His lips finally reach yours, meeting them in a soft but sensual kiss, one that leaves you slightly breathless as he wraps his arm around your waist tightly. Your lips never leave each other as he rolls over onto his back again, pulling you along. You’re laying halfway on top of him, one leg thrown across his body and lips moving with his in a kiss so deep you feel it in your entire body.

The kisses slowly fade out, turning into small pecks and airy touches of the lips. His hand is sliding up and down your naked back, goosebumps rising on your skin in his wake. Silence overcomes the two of you as you continue to slowly, softly and carefully, kiss each other. It’s like you can’t stop, a constant urge to feel his lips on yours no matter if it’s pecks, lightly ghosting or a full-on make out session. You’ll take it all.

“You know,” you begin, voice careful and soft as you leave another soft kiss to the very corner of his mouth, fingertips drawing circles on his naked chest, “you never told me why I couldn’t call you Kook back when… you know.”

Jungkook puts his arm under his head, propping it up to look at you better with a confused expression on his face. You smile hesitantly and shrug, internally hoping he’ll tell you. You vaguely remember asking him back in Dubai one night where you came back to the hotel drunk off your ass. He never told you that night, he just gave up on it and told you you could use the simple nickname if you wanted to.

“I- well,” Jungkook pauses, running a hand through his hair. You wait patiently, watching him look around his bedroom before focusing back on you, a small smile on his face as a heavy sigh falls from his pretty lips. “I don’t know, it just felt too intimate at the time, I guess.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you mutter, frowning.

“No, no,” he chuckles softly, “you don’t have to apologize, okay? I’m over it, it was stupid.”

Your frown only deepens at that, “but if it makes you uncomfortable-“

“It doesn’t,” he cuts you off before you can blame yourself more, “what does make me feel weird though is you calling me ‘Jungkook’ instead. I’ve gotten used to the nickname by now so you using my full name is just… odd.”

You eye him for a second, wondering why such a simple nickname would be too intimate for him but given it took a few attempts from your side to have him give him, it would make sense if he’d find it too intimate.

“____… it’s fine,” Jungkook then says as he takes notice of the way you don’t seem to believe him entirely, “use whatever nickname you like.”

A grin spreads across your face, “what about Kooki-“

Jungkook clasps a hand over your mouth, giving you a look that says ‘don’t finish that sentence’. Your eyes squeeze together as you smile behind his hand, finding it quite entertaining that he doesn’t want to be called the nickname that is just on the tip of your tongue.

“No, definitely not that.”

[chromes-corner]

Hi, what if Dark choco cookie x reader NSFW Hcs

the reader is sweet, kind, shorter than him but the farthest thing from innocent and is a huge top

i love you for this. i love you for this. heart eyes at this. king shit right here.

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(NSFW)

Dark Choco/Reader

Notes: NSFW

Content Warning: for the third time, this is NSFW, so uh, be wary of that lmao

A/N: Praise this request lol i love me some bottom DC. Oh yeah and everyone's a human here. gonna make that clear on every nsfw thing i write :)

Literally nobody would ever think you’re the one topping most of the time.

People see Dark Choco as this big scary brooding brute of a man and then they see this little ray of sunshine he drags along by the hand and they think “damn they must get WRECKED.”

But LMAO it’s totally the other way around.

Dark Choco absolutely prefers it when you initiate and lead the more intimate moments.

He literally has no idea how to ask you to bone.

“Uh… can I… can we…” *awkwardly puts a hand on your thigh*

Meanwhile, you’re over here climbing into his lap at 2:30 in the afternoon and simultaneously taking off your shirt.

Such a powerful feeling you get, seeing him, a vicious warrior of the darkness, come undone beneath you.

Good LORD tell him he’s doing good. Say it in a sweet little singsong voice like you’re praising a puppy. It’s SO worth it for the little trembles and noises he makes.

He literally cannot speak during sex. Like, words just don’t form. It’s all grunts and whines and grumbles from deep within his chest.

If you lean down to hold his face and kiss him gently while you’re fucking, it’s over. He will grab your hips hard enough to bruise them and finish instantly.

If you were riding him, he will not let you get up. He will just hold you to his chest and say “thank you” a million times, all while he’s still inside of you.

Dark Choco is a fucking SUCKER for aftercare.

For the love of all that is good cuddle with him when you’re all cleaned up. Tell him he’s been so good to you and that you love him so much.

Mans would do anything for you. He’d try anything for you, if you catch my drift. Hold him close and don’t let go (that’s also a double entendre hehe).