#and not to sound like a selfish cunt. but if it was me w sudden cancer i truly cannot see them upending their entire lives to visit me

[khezuonhead]

not to be that cunt that makes others' cancer battles about themself for two secs but jfc. i get it. it's fucking hard on everyone and especially on him. like i fucking get it. but that doesn't change the fact that it truly just makes me feel even more alone and unimportant

[gojoho]

PRETTY TREASURES

✑ ciq. nanami kento, suguru geto

✑ w. unprotected sex, creampie, implied overstimulation, oral sex, manhandling, throatpie.

✑ n. suguru has been living rent free in my head, and now i wish he was down my throat so here you go. enjoy! future edit: jesus christ nanami has me sweating, it’s always the quiet ones.

nanami kento

now perfection is subjective—entirely dependent upon its beholder, but he knows you are a delicacy. a treasure everyone wants to have, but can’t, because despite appearances nanami kento is quite selfish. so it’s only right he treats you the best way he knows how; like the good little cumslut that you are. keeping both your heart and cunt loved unconditionally throughout the weekends.

and so the sticky bulbous tip of his cock is buried so deep into your sopping hole before either of you can finish dinner, let alone get to the bedroom. he’ll get you there eventually, but for the moment the dining table was just as effective, letting him have your walls fluttering for the nth time since he’s been home.

“again,” he grunts out the command feeling your subtle signaling twitches against his hilt, fingers burying into your hips with a bruising grip. bringing you down onto him with a force that’s rocking the sense out of you and the china off the dining table. “one more time, angel. you can do that for me, can’t you love? cum for me one more time.”

drunk of the feeling of such euphoria you can’t point out how that’s what he said the last time and the time before that, or scold him for the silverware. so you let your eyes water when his hand meets your mound, pressing a thumb hard against the nub between it till you’re sobbing. dripping all over his throbbing cock, begging on his tongue for his load.

it’s a plead that makes his balls heavy, desperate to get every last drop deep into your cunt since you’ve been so good for him. the sudden hyperfixation to have you oozing, brings his chest pressing against the back of your thighs and hands gripping the sides of the table, caging you beneath him one minute. then in the next has his cock drilling into you with long deep strokes that has his leaking tip jerking against every ridge; spurting out thick ropes of his seed.

the snapping tension is too potent for his senses and with a deep grunt he’s biting your shoulder. a little nip that would certainly leave a mark in the morning, for the rest of the world to see, when he’s spoiling you silly as an apology.

suguru geto ( vol. 0 )

the obsession goes both ways, an addiction that either of you just can’t seem to quit. not that he’d ever let you; between the sweet nothings, or his sly grin your hypnotized. enticed by the way his hands wear your neck and how his lips mold against yours as if they’d always belonged. while he’s keen to every one of your reactions, each one finding a new way to have his cock eager and responsive.

hot and only half erected, his length was always a delectable shade of rose when it springs free. each new thick vein throbbing into action desperate to reach the tip. one long affectionate swipe of your tongue has him full sprung.

“you want some help?” he’d offer, and without hesitation his large hands instinctively reach forward to brush a few measly stray hairs from your face. wanton fingers stroking down your cheek. there’s genuine concern in his low voice but still very mischievous at the core tone.

but you can only moan in anticipation, eyes fixed with a lustful hunger. assuring him that you can handle it.

“go on then.” there’s a low rumble from deep within his chest, a gruff grunt that speaks for itself. “handle me.”

you press him against your lips, offering careful open kisses along his length, having it crown your face sweetly with it’s girth. he breathes out a curse with a noticeable sounding grin. though it vanishes when you taste him, guiding his tip to press up to the back of your throat. letting your nose crush against his pelvis and hands trace his abs. then your doing it all over again, slow and tender, worshiping the hunk of man in your mouth. his hands are stagnant up until then and they keep you in the compromising position, while his impatience brings his hips up to a quicker pace. which is fast, rough, and hungry. the throbbing flesh on your tongue burning away every sensible thought in your mind. other than the agreement with your inner voice that his cock taste wonderful. all while there’s tears in your eyes drool pooling from your lips and down to his hilt.

“look at you,” he moaned proudly. “milking my cock like a pro.”

the praise he speaks softly into the scandalous symphony of your hallowing cheeks opens your throat up to more of him. letting your tongue rub him raw with each salacious wet croak, stroking those sweet pretty breathy moans from him effortlessly, till he’s shoving your nose back down against his pelvis. spilling his nectar down that filthy throat of yours and having it dribble from your lips. your kept there for as long as he allows, giving you every last drop from every last pulse into your mouth with a satisfied sigh; head dropping back, and eyes rolling close.

but there’s a hearty chuckle that rattles his chest when he looks back up to watch you lean up, looking at him with admiration pleading for something more. “aren’t you a greedy little thing.”

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[spicysoftsweet]

summary: gojo’s tired of you resisting him

warnings: home invasion, noncon, degradation, fem!reader

a/n: this was supposed to be a crumb for @mahitopegger i have no idea wtf happened. i didn’t edit this || reposted from sideblog (now deactivated) on 4/17/2021.

It was only after the soft click of your door, and the eerie silence thereafter that seemed to threaten to close you in, that you realized that something wasn’t quite right. Your eyes darted left, then right, and you kicked off your shoes slower than usual, setting them semi-haphazardly to the side of your entryway.

Even if you weren’t paranoid, you were still the type of person to double check, sometimes triple-check your locks on occasion before you left your home, and you did remember your key turning the right way just seconds ago.

Maybe you were overreacting - after all you lived in a relatively safe area, alone save for your cat with a propensity to mewl for food at all hours of the day. Ah, that was possibly the issue, the fact that your little furry friend hadn’t made his presence immediately. But he knew how to be quiet sometimes, and was fond of an early afternoon nap.

The sound of your keys clattering on your coffee table now seemed unceremoniously loud, like you were disturbing a religious service. In your own house.

Your heart started to race for just a moment, and you turned around quickly.

Nothing. No person, no ghost, no cat. Just you, a sudden sense of unease, and your rapidly beating heart.

Why were you so anxious?

You couldn’t recall the last time you’d felt so unsettled for the moments in which you paced down your hallway, ears tuned to the soft footfalls of your presumably sleeping companion. You would have whispered its name but you didn’t want to wake up the needy little bastard unnecessarily.

It was only three paces in that you stilled suddenly, and the memory of the last time you’d felt this way suddenly struck vividly in your mind.

Clear blue eyes, bordered by long, pale white eyelashes. A smile, once easy and bright, with corners turned up far too high into malice.

You froze.

Was it him? Was Gojo in your house? He wouldn’t... would he?

Your last encounter had been... suboptimal, to say the least. You’d all but told him to get lost, that you weren’t and would never be interested, not after knowing who he was, what he was.

You needed a quiet, calm existence. Your imprint on the world would be measured. You had to stay away from bad omens like his.

But his reaction had been unnatural. He hadn’t given you a real response, just a smile, and you had felt just as unnerved then as you did now before you parted.

You were clearly still spooked.

But these nerves were just vestiges of your anxiety. Gojo knew how to take no for an answer. Of course he did.

He didn’t - you opened your bedroom to find the young sorcerer waiting for you, your cat comfortable in his arms.

“Ah! You’re back~”

Gojo didn’t move; rather, he continued to sit in his relaxed position, legs outstretched onto the bed, palm stroking softly at the soft orange fur. The soft purr of the docile animal filled the air with sharp contrast to your wordless mouth, opening and closing once in shock, and the frenzied beat of your heart.

He smiled before his eyes did, and shifted on top of your covers, getting to his feet. Dressed casually in a white t-shirt and a loose pair of sweatpants, as though he’d been lounging around your house the entire day... as though he lived here.

“W-what are you doing here?”  You choked out.

His eyebrows furrowed, and his hold on the little creature relaxed, who remained for just a moment, mewing once before jumping off his lap, brushing by your legs that felt as though they would start shaking any moment, and then promptly sauntered out of the room.

“You didn’t tell me you had a cat,” Satoru remarked, now sitting with legs criss-crossed on the bed, hair mussed and relaxed, and with affect as bright as a child on his first sleepover. He patted the space on the bed next to him, beckoning you to come sit. “Did you have a good day?”

“Gojo, please get out of my house.”

His expression darkened for just a moment before it returned to its natural cheeriness. He patted the space next to him again.

“You must be tired. I can make you something. Tea?”

Your feet were glued to the ground, neither advancing nor retreating.

“P-please leave,” you repeated, more wary this time. Your hands were starting to shake and you watched his eyes flicker to them, then back to your eyes.

“Why would I do that?” He said, tilting his head ever so slightly.

His eyes bore into yours and you felt your stomach turn.

“Don’t you like my attention?”

“Satoru, please,” you continued, your lower lip wobbling inadvertently. “Please, just leave... I won’t tell anyone you came here, just... I can’t return whatever feelings you have, so just go.”

Your fists clenched and unclenched, but you still were so tense, planted onto the floor as though you were a sharp dagger thrust into vulnerable flesh. Why weren’t your feet moving? You should be running. Running as far as you can from this man who could just as easily become a monster if he so pleased.

As though he knew you’d already become powerless - not that it made a difference, the power differential was already so vast - he rose, walking towards you in an open, unguarded stance. He wasn’t afraid of you in the least. The very thought made your blood boil.

Once he stood before you, towering over your shorter, smaller frame, his lips pursed.

“Stop shaking.”

It was a command, given in an annoyed but direct fashion.

You don’t know why you eked out, powerlessly, “I can’t.”

“You weren’t this afraid when you were telling me to fuck off a couple days ago,” he noted. His hand rose to grip your chin, tilting your face to him. You don’t know when you’d started crying, but tears were now streaming down your face, warm and wetting his fingers.

“You’re crying? Where’s the sass you had then?”

“Please...”

Against your better wishes, his lips pressed to yours, and somehow then, your body remembered that adrenaline could also make you fight, and you did fight, thumping your hands balled into fists against his chest and his shoulders, as his hand gripped your chin tighter and his tongue forced its way down your throat. Once he’d gotten tired of your struggle, his other arm hooked around your waist, and he pulled you closer, pressing you against his body.

Your screams were muffled by his kiss as it grew deeper, and at some point, he’d decided on biting your lip painfully, drawing blood once he’d threatened you to shut the fuck up before he gave you something to cry about for real.

You remembered that the first time Gojo had kissed you, it had been soft and tender, nothing like this kiss that was violent and demanded submission; once his hand moved from its grip on your chin, it grasped your hair, fingers twisting and tugging to tilt your head back.

His lips left yours, now red and soon purple and blue, and made their way down your neck to mark them the same.

Every scream was futile, every plea for mercy fell on deaf ears.

At some point, you may have heard your cat meow for something... food? Out of sympathy? You weren’t sure, all you could think about were the painful hickeys on your collarbones and traveling down your bosom.

“I don’t know why you’re so resistant. You yourself called me selfish,” he murmured, ripping the top part of your clothing with the nonchalance with which one would peel a banana. At the sight of your exposed breasts, he was like a man rabid, slamming you backwards into the wall without much regard for head injury. His left arm caged you in, while his right pressed painfully onto your breast.

He paused for a moment, and grinned salaciously.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that~! You look so docile... it’s weird coming from you.”

To that, a fire renewed in your eyes, and you spat directly in his face. His lips curled again in satisfaction, barely reacting to the spittle dripping down his pretty features.

“Fuck you.”

“I will.”

With a small chuckle, he jerked your face painfully to the left such that you couldn’t look at him directly as he took your breast into his mouth.

The idea of this bastard suckling on you, loudly, lewdly as though you’d belonged to him only made the churn in your stomach worse, but the desperate attempts to a knee to his chest were met with barely a resistance. Like he knew you couldn’t hurt him and it was only a matter of time until you stopped and succumbed to him.

The process was already happening - you could feel your nipples hardening and a new flow of heat in your panties. Your tears became more prolific - no longer fear, but rage, but the hand that kept you steady against the wall was impossibly strong.

Your head swam as a confused pleasure started to replace the pain and fear you were feeling. More clothing was torn off of you, more of your skin was marked and licked and sucked. Once your panties were ripped to shreds, he lay your now languid and fight-drained body against him, cooing appreciatively at the new helplessness, pumping two slender fingers up and down your wet inner core as he moved you from the hard wall to the soft bed.

You almost thanked him.

His fingers remained within you as he laid you down, but once he withdrew his touch as your pounding hazy head hit the pillow, he replaced them with the roughness of his tongue, penetrating you without the least bit of shame.

You let slip the moan you had been holding in in defiance.

“That’s it, baby, let me hear you.”

He continued to lick and you continued to mewl.

Once he’d tired of the taste of your cunt, he invaded your privacy in the most all-encompassing way possible, pushing every inch of a greedy, throbbing cock inside of you. As you cried from the stretch, he shushed you with a hand clasped over your mouth to muffle your screams.

As if someone was going to help you. Maybe your cat would come and watch, but he’d found something else to do.

“I know it hurts but you’ll get used to it, I promise, babe,” he murmured, groaning slightly as he seated himself to the hilt. “There.”

He stilled and in the silence of the moment only punctuated by both of your soft pants, you remembered how to sob.

His nose crinkled, and he let out of a soft sigh, cock jerking impatiently inside you.

“Why are you so stubborn?” He mused, leaning against you so that his head rested in the softness of your breasts. He could hear your heartbeat that doesn’t beat for him... but rather it did, because he is the one making it quicken in some odd rhythm of terror and pleasure.

You didn’t speak because there was far, far too much to yell.

As though a timer had rung to mark the end of his empathy, he rose onto his hands again, sighing as he adjusted into the plushness of your walls that didn’t reject him as fervently as you did. He moved, shoving two fingers down your throat to gag your renewed protests as he thrust into you repeatedly.

The short gasps with every stroke only encouraged him, and the immense pleasure he found in the light of your eyes starting to fade into a placid dullness.

“You love me,” he informed you with every rut.

You didn’t answer.  

You weren’t sure what this disgusting repetitive sensation bringing your body to climax was. You were no longer sure what he was even talking about, just that there was a warm thing pumping inside of you and fingers down your throat and pain everywhere else in your body, particularly your neck and shoulders and arms and breasts, and you were staring into precious sapphires littering the base of twin lakes.

“You love me,” he repeated. “I know you do.”

[starryhyuck]

mark! (m)

pairing: dom!mark x sub!reader x dom!yuta

words: 2.2k+

summary: mark is scared of stepping out of his comfort zone with you. therefore, you enlist yuta’s help to get your boyfriend a little more comfortable.

genre: smut

warnings: threesome (kind of), anal sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, breeding kink

“I don’t think we should be doing this.”

You sigh. “Mark, stop being such a scaredy cat.”

The frown on his face is positively adorable. You want to squeeze his cheeks so badly. “I’m not a scaredy cat!” He protests, but it only makes him look more soft.

You giggle and press a kiss to his lips. “Whatever you say. Besides, Yuta won’t be back for a while. I don’t know why you’re so scared.”

“I’m not scared!” He argues again, eyebrows furrowing together in the most adorable way. “I just- this is Yuta’s bed. It’s kind of impolite to be doing anything on a place where he sleeps.”

You sigh. “Mark, I think we both know what kind of a person Yuta is. I’m pretty sure he would do the exact same thing on your bed.”

His nose scrunches as the thought passes through him.

“Ew. I didn’t need that visual.”

You flop down on Yuta’s comforter before bringing Mark with you. He’s still very reluctant, despite connecting your lips together. You try easing him up, hands moving over his shoulders as you pull him closer and closer.

Your sex life with Mark was always more than satisfying, but he was constantly scared to take risks. Being an exhibitionist yourself and considering how shy Mark could get, it was really difficult to get your boyfriend to even hold your hand in front of the other members, let alone kiss you. You’ve tried on more than one occasion to suck him off at the dinner table, but he was always too on edge that someone would walk in.

To combat your curiosity, you enlisted Yuta’s help.

Your eyes carefully watch the door as Mark’s tongue explores your mouth. Yuta stares through the small opening, watching you with a heavy glare.

You giggle into the kiss and Mark eases up a little at the sound. Your fingers dance around his neck as you pull him closer and closer, observing as Yuta casually walks into the room. Mark is too lost in you to notice.

After letting you make out for a few more minutes, Yuta finally clears his throat. You swear Mark jumps five feet in the air and scrambles away from you. His whole face is flushed pink at the sight of Yuta, quickly stuttering to provide an excuse.

Yuta raises an eyebrow. “And what were you two doing exactly?”

You blink innocently. “What do you mean?”

He smirks at your act. You’re still sprawled out on his bed, hair tangled from Mark’s fingers messily running through it. Yuta wonders how pretty you would look with his cock sliding in your mouth, beautiful lips eager to taste him. He leans closer to your frame, ignoring Mark’s surprise at his older member’s proximity to his girlfriend.

“I mean you and Mark trying to fuck on my bed.”

“W-We’re sorry, Y-Yuta!” Mark frantically says. “W-We just- I just-“

Yuta chuckles, and the deep sound shoots straight to your core.

“It’s fine, Mark. You weren’t putting on much of a show anyways. Why haven’t you touched her?”

Mark looks like his brain is going on overdrive. “W-What?”

Yuta’s fingers graze over your exposed thigh. He picked out the skirt you were wearing for this occasion, knowing it would make Mark incredibly flustered.

“Why haven’t you touched her? That’s what she wants, isn’t it?”

You quickly nod. “It’s what I want. Touch me, Yuta, please.”

Yuta grins, his eyes darting back to Mark’s. “Can I, Mark?”

You think your boyfriend is really broken. He’s nervously twitching, shaking his head as he tries to gather his thoughts. You decide to give him a little break.

“I thought Yuta could help us out a little, Mark. I asked him to come so we can have more fun.”

Yuta nods. “If you’re uncomfortable, Mark, I can leave.”

The silence in the air is deafening. Mark finally clears his throat. “Can you show m-me how you do it?”

Yuta smirks. “Do what, exactly?”

The blush fully appears on Mark’s cheeks again. “Um, how you eat her out.”

Your eyes widen. You were definitely not expecting him to say that. Yuta’s smirk widens at the request.

“Definitely. Sit down and watch.”

Yuta’s staring at your clothed core in no time, playing with the hem of your skirt. He chuckles when he sees your choice of underwear.

“Lace,” he hums playfully, snapping the elastic against your skin as you squeak. “Do you always wear such pretty panties for Mark?”

You nod, chewing on your bottom lip. “I have prettier ones in his top drawer.”

“I’d love to see them some time, doll.”

You eagerly watch as Yuta pulls down your panties, making a show as his hands slowly caress your thighs. He throws the pair of red lace to Mark, who easily catches it and groans. Yuta yanks up your skirt so he can fully gaze at your exposed cunt.

He chuckles. “You should be nicer to her, Mark. She’s got such a pretty pussy.”

You moan when his fingers play with your folds, goosebumps spreading across your skin. You quickly learn that Yuta is a tease, patient as he touches you.

“Please, Yuta,” you beg, wanting him to do something already.

His smile appears again. “What is it, doll? What do you need?”

“Need your mouth,” you whine. “And your fingers.”

You’re already turning into a blubbering mess. Mark, on the other hand, could not be more nervous. He finds this whole situation incredibly arousing, but also dangerously intimidating. He wonders if Yuta will be better than him, and if you’ll like Yuta way more than you like him. All thoughts are thrown out the window when Yuta’s tongue takes a lick up your slit. Your moans shoot straight to Mark’s hardened cock, and Mark has no doubt in his mind that he could cum in his pants right now.

He takes silent notes as Yuta teases you, never fully giving you what you want and watching as you continue to beg for him. Yuta slips a finger into your hole and you cry out, your body reacting to every single touch.

Yuta’s gaze returns to Mark. “See? She likes it when you don’t go too fast. Draw it out, make her beg.”

Mark swallows at the sudden lessons. He’s always been really quick with you, never letting you wait this long.

“Yuta, please, please,” you continue to whimper, hands reaching for him. Yuta is quick to silence you, pinning your arms to your sides.

“Be a good girl and I’ll reward you. No touching until I say so.”

You nod in submission. Mark’s eyes zero in on Yuta’s tongue exploring your folds, finger slowly pushing in and out of your weeping pussy. Mark swears he’s never heard you this wet before, the squelch of Yuta’s finger entering you echoing throughout the room. When Yuta adds a second finger, you almost lose it.

“Please please, Yuta, I want to cum. Please let me cum,” you cry.

“That’s up to Mark,” he states, and the younger boy freezes. “Can she cum, Mark?”

Your eyes are glistening with tears as you stare at your boyfriend. You whimper when Yuta furiously begins eating you out, your orgasm dangerously approaching.

“Wait, wait, wait-“

“Give her the signal, Mark,” Yuta instructs, attacking your pussy with his tongue and fingers.

Mark waits until you’re right on the edge, seconds away from sobbing. He walks over and leans down until he’s whispering in your ear.

“Cum, pretty girl.”

You fall apart, clutching your boyfriend’s arm as you clench around Yuta’s fingers. He helps you ride out your high, licking up any remnants of your orgasm.

You blearily come to your senses after that mind numbing climax, Yuta and Mark discussing quietly. There’s a faint ringing sound in your ears until Mark cups your cheeks.

“Okay?”

You giggle. “Okay.”

He laughs at your delirious state.

“Does she always get like that?” Yuta questions.

“Only when it’s really good,” he replies. His focus turns back to you. “I’m gonna fuck you now, okay?”

You giggle again. “Okay.”

He smiles fondly at you, and butterflies swell in your chest like they always do when Mark smiles at you like that.

“Make it rough,” Yuta chimes in. “I want to see her really cry.”

You’re flipped onto your stomach in no time, Mark’s fingers threading your ass. Yuta’s taken a seat not far from the bed, switching roles with Mark as he watches you this time. Mark’s thumb gently grazes over your other hole and you gasp.

Yuta’s voice is full of curiosity. “She likes it there?”

“Sometimes.” He pauses before making a decision. “Can I fuck you here, baby?”

“Yes, Mark, please.”

You can practically hear his grin. “Okay.”

Yuta tosses him the bottle of lube he keeps in his nightstand, and Mark quickly preps you. You moan when he fingers you, scissoring and stretching you to make sure you’re ready to take him.

You and Mark rarely do anal, mostly because he’s always afraid of hurting you. You know now, though, that he wants to put on a good show for Yuta.

Once you’re prepped enough, you feel the tip of his cock circling your hole. You both groan when he sinks the tip in. Unlike the other times, Mark doesn’t wait for you to adjust. He pushes into you roughly.

You cry at the intrusion, already feeling the first batch of tears painting your cheeks. Around this time, Mark usually pulls out and apologizes, checking if you’re okay. He’s turned into a completely different person in front of Yuta.

You grip the sheets as Mark relentlessly pounds into you, stretching you harder than he has before. It isn’t painful at all because even though Mark is rough with you, he always knows how to make you feel good.

You’re incoherently blubbering for him. “Y-Yes, feels so good. Feels s-so good, baby. Such a big cock inside my small little hole. So good, so good.”

Mark grunts, fingers tangling into your hair again. “Yeah? You like it when I fuck your tight little hole? You like making a show for Yuta?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you sob.

You can barely make out Yuta’s figure as he grows closer to you, wiping away the tears on your cheeks.

“Aren’t you such a pretty sight? Really selfish of Mark to keep you all to himself.”

Mark pinches your clit and you scream, diving headfirst into your second orgasm. Mark hisses as you clench even harder around him, pulling you as close as possible before shooting his cum deep inside you. You both release little moans as you recover.

Yuta laughs when you both are done. You swear you could pass out right now and sleep for at least twenty four hours straight.

The ringing sound echoes in your ears again as Mark and Yuta quietly converse once more. You whimper when Mark pulls out of you, his cum dripping down your thigh.

“Baby?” Mark’s voice pulls you out of your reverie. “Yuta wants to ask you something.”

You blink as Mark gently flips you on your back again. Yuta’s eyes grow darker.

“Are you on the pill?”

You nod.

“Can I try something?”

You nod again.

Mark leaves you to go get cleaned up and you observe as Yuta pulls his cock out, tip leaking and begging for attention. He runs his hand up and down his shaft for a few times before lining up with your pussy.

“Can I?”

You nod again, feeling too tired to form words. You gasp when Yuta pushes in, his cock much thicker than Mark’s.

“Fuck,” he curses, eyes focusing on how his cock disappears into your cunt. “So fucking perfect.”

He builds up a steady rhythm, and you finally understand what he wanted to try when he’s balls deep inside of you.

“Gonna breed you, doll. Gonna stuff my cum into your cunt until you’re dripping. Would you like that? Walking around with cum dripping out of both of your holes?”

You openly cry at his filthy words, clenching harder around him.

“Oh, pretty doll likes that. You think I’d never notice how many times you’ve tried to get Mark to fuck you while we’re eating dinner? How many times you’ve sat on his lap in the dressing rooms and tried to get him to fuck you in front of us? Naughtily little slut.”

“Yuta, Yuta,” you gasp, your third orgasm of the night building. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire.

“Want to cum? Why don’t you cum for me then? Show Mark why he should be more protective of his girl.”

You follow his command, seeing white as you cum again. Yuta’s right behind you, still hissing dirty confessions.

“Always wondered what it was like to see you stuffed full of cum. Pretty little girl, just waiting to be bred all the time. Practically made to take cock.”

He growls and with a few more snaps of his hips, he shoots his cum deep inside you. You whine as his warmth fills you, Mark’s cum still leaking out of your other hole.

You feel absolutely used when Yuta pulls away from you. You didn’t even notice Mark had entered the room again until he starts cleaning you up. You smile sleepily at him.

“I hope that was okay.”

He presses a kiss to your lips. “More than okay. Get some rest, I’ll clean you up.”

“Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

As you slowly drift off to sleep, you faintly hear Yuta say, “We should do that again, I could die a happy man in your girlfriend’s cunt.”

[mayaflowerxs]

hi there! can you do nsfw a-z for hendery? thank you! <3

NSFW Alphabet w/ Hendery

Warning: Smutty!

A/N: Thank u for the request hope you enjoy!

Aftercare:

He’s alllll for aftercare. Even if he’s not there with you and are doing phone sex he still does it. He’s asking you if you’re okay, to go get cleaned up, get some rest, eat and take a few minutes to yourself. If he went too hard on you he tends to stay with you whether it’s on the bed cuddling or just flat out following you to make sure you’re not having a hard time walking or doing any other activities that’s requiring you to move. Your safety means the world to him so even when you tell him you’re fine he won’t stop budging. At one point I can see him brushing you off and sending you to the couch or bed while he cleans and fixes the place up.

Body Part:

Not really a body part but he loves your hair. He loves tugging your hair just as much as he loves his being tugged.

Cum:

In any hole really. Hendery is just a sucker to see you full of him. He doesn’t like it splattered on you because he’s convinced it’s being wasteful and he may or may not have a breeding kink 😶

Dirty secret:

He has an oral fixation. Like the dude is literally in love with eating you out and sometimes it can get too much for you when you two get intimate. He can’t help it he loves it so much but won’t show it because he thinks you might get annoy of him constantly attacking your pussy :( so when you two do get handsy he seriously does not hold back at all. If he gets to a point where he has you practically sobbing then so be it but he’s not going to back off until he’s for sure done with you (if that’s what you’re into)

Experience:

I see him as experienced. Had a partner here and there and definitely went past making out. But oh boy they just didn’t hit the way you do. Everything he always wanted to try out was with you which is why it’s all the more special. Because you’re so accepting that he grows more and more confident in pleasuring you.

Favorite position:

Definitely doggy and cowgirl. He needs to be in charge. Now when you’re in cowgirl he never once has you think you’re in charge. I see him as one who’s very dominant behind all that goofiness. He’ll have you leaned down on his chest, an arm around your neck and the other around your waist as he relentlessly pounded into your fucked out cunt. Not holding back until every last drop is deeply stuffed in.

Goofy:

Okay he’s definitely goofy in the beginning. He’ll crack a hole here and there and overall just make it all the more comfortable. But as soon as the first moan leaves one of your guys mouth he’s inner dom comes out and no more Hendery now you’re face with Kunhang.

Hair:

Honestly it’s one or the other. No I’m between he’s a pretty confident man so he won’t worry whether he still keep it nice and trimmed to bare. If he wants to leave it as is he will and same goes for you. He literally does not mind what you do with your girl down there as long as he’s stilling tapping it it’s literally all that matters to him smh.

Intimacy:

The only time there’s real intimacy is if you two have been away for a long time. Missing you so much just as has him wrapped around you the entire time. And when you two are climaxing he’s pressing kisses to your shoulder, temple, lips anywhere silencing telling you, you did a good job and he loves you so so much.

Jerk off:

Oh yeah. He does it quite often. The boy literally is a puppy who grew attachment issues. He tends to miss your touch and presence and eventually that longing turns into sexual frustration that he just can’t tame. Kinda surprised how he still hasn’t been caught cuz of how often he does it especially since he shares his room. He loves to jerk off with you, so phone sex is a must.

Kink:

The biggest breeding kinker. Bondage. Those are his go to but he’s up for anything. Nothing is ever a routine when it comes to him he always has to try something new, nothing to big of a new but just something to spice things up. So things like choking, he grew fond of that as well. He also tried using ice but it only irritated him because the ice wouldn’t stop sliding down so that was a big turn off for him which only resulted in him taking out his frustration on you, annoyed that it didn’t work out to well but hey you didn’t mind. You got fucked by a frustrated Hendery that’s a pretty win win for you.

Location:

Okay hear me out, Hendery is literally in denial when it comes to this. But the man can literally do it ANYWHERE. Just with the right amount of edging and or sexual tension is why gets him to snap. Usually when his mind isn’t going fuzzy and he’s not in a lustful state he won’t even think to the idea of taking you in a public restroom. Or fucking you in the car in a parking lot filled with other cars. But as soon as you begin to tease him or whisper him how much you need him he slowly starts turning into the dommy man you oh so love just like his regular self and before you know it you’re coming back home with a slight limp.

Motivation:

How lost you get. You will be minding your own business but won’t notice how every move you’re making is a bit more seductive to Hendery’s eyes. He snaps as soon as you flash him that ‘innocent’ smile at him and that’s when he has you pinned. He also loves how confident you get, when you’re in the mood you don’t hold back. Already on a mission to tag Hendery’s whereabouts and pounce on him. Seriously ends up falling more in love with you when he’s all of a sudden gets dragged away from his activities and pushed onto a surface to lay or sit on. Biting his lip as you begin to attack him in kisses. Yeah he’s a goner right then and there.

No:

Honestly Hendery says no to anything he considers not that fun or interesting. Like the ice, won’t ever do that again what a waste of time and ice.

Oral:

My god YES. He loves you sucking him but usually he gets impatient because he’s the one who wants to eat you out. Might get a bit selfish because you like oral too so he might take up your time just so that he gets to work on you. The boy literally loves eating pussy he can go for hours and not get tired. Though eventually it gets too much your hands are pushing at his head and legs desperately trying to shut, hot tears running down your cheek by how sensitive you’re getting. Close to seeing spots.

Pace:

He has a good pace. Not too fast or slow, doesn’t stop often nor does he pound into you continuously without break. He knows exactly what pace to go which is right in the middle of it all which is what gets you to cum hard. His pace reflects on his thrusts and stamina and when all three come together he gets his baby happily pleasured which is all that matters to him.

Quickies:

Into it definitely. Hendery is overall a sex addict. That’s the truth. And the thing is he does good when you’re not around, for some time. But once your in view, in arms length or just the mention of your name is an instant click in his brain to desperately fuck you to tomorrow. Always before practice, after concerts, before grocery shopping. Hell he might even drag you to the bathroom and fuck you while you two were in the middle of shopping. He’s all for it and he’s not ashamed of it.

Risk:

Doesn’t give a fuck. Quite frankly he wishes someone catches you two in the act. Just the mere thought already has him climaxing so hard. Just seeing the shocked face of someone catching him fucking you balls deep is probably a deep desire of his. Like I said earlier this man can fuck you anywhere and won’t care who can see.

Stamina:

This boy has such a high sex drive he’s learned how to keep a high stamina. Hell even after you two are finished he still might have some energy he still needs to let off but never acts upon it because he sees how tired and worn out you are he just no longer has the heart to keep you going. You already did so much for him his needs can wait.

Toys:

Yes! I see Hendery as secretly kinky so using toys is a must for him. He’ll mostly use them to edge you on, yes he might like using them but he will never have a toy make you cum. If anything only he can, not even a toy shall do that to you. I also see him as the type to have lots of phone sex with you and have you use them but as soon as you’re close to cumming he’ll demand you to get rid of em and use your fingers to finish you off.

Unfair:

It’s a 50/50 for him. Usually he likes to tease you but not for long. He’s not the biggest fan of not giving you what you want.

Volume:

I feel like he’s one who’s kinda shy to show you his sounds of pleasure when you first go out but the more he gets comfortable and the more you reassure him he gets more vocal. Now that doesn’t mean he’s the loudest mf, I feel like he is only ever loud when he hits the spot to the point where his fingers are practically leaving a bruise on you by how good it feels. But other than that he’ll most likely grunt and have heavy breathing. Sweat running down his forehead which is what gets you going and have you get him to grunt louder when you either ride him faster or squeeze around him.

Wildcard:

When he plays video games with the boys he tends to have you on his lap throughout the game. Cock warming is his absolute favorite. He treats it like a challenge. How long can he have you on his lap without fucking you and usually it lasts around four rounds until he’s saying goodbye and fucking you from behind. Letting all his sexual needs on to you who is currently shaking his desk top like crazy.

X-ray:

Feel like he’s a bit over average. I feel like he’s more long than girthier but doesn’t mean it’s skinny as hell. Don’t get it twisted the boy be packing no doubt.

Yearning:

The man craves for you literally all the time. The only time he doesn’t yearn for you is if scheduling is kicking his ass and he’s too sleep deprived to even eat properly. Even then he might make it up by having lazy sex with you as soon as he wakes up. You guys have sex pretty regularly, if anything it’s a lot than regularly. You must have some nice working birth control because man with all these rounds and you’re still not knocked up. Only making it a challenge for Hendery to succeed in. And let me tell you once he challenges himself he most definitely succeeds.

Zzz:

Hendery is either or. It’s either he’s so worn out of his energy he falls asleep or he still has some energy left and uses that to clean up and yourselves. Usually because of how much he puts you through you’ll be the one knocked out so he’ll probably distract himself by playing the drums or doing what Hendery usually does.

[emeren]

it’s okay to be selfish - eren jaeger

pairing: eren jaeger x fem!reader

word count: 1.4k

content warnings: 18+, smut, brief mutual masturbation 

notes: enjoy this lil one shot that was written as practice for using the present tense in smut. i’m honestly not sure if i’m rockin with it. lmk if you guys prefer present or past tense! <3

SUMMARY: taking place right before eren disappears to marley, the reader and eren share an urgent and pent up moment together. when the world is ending, sometimes it’s okay to be selfish. 

“we’re gonna get caught,” you whisper as quietly as possible. eren halts his movements against your neck, ears straining as someone walks by the small closet. as soon as they pass without incident, he’s back, mouth desperately latching onto the skin wherever it can. 

“we’ll be quick,” he mumbles against your collar bone. it’s dark and hot in the small space; you have no choice but to be pressed up against his tall frame. you briefly consider how much trouble you’d be in if someone were to catch you. it’s as if eren senses your apprehension, pulling his face back to look at yours. 

a sliver of golden light strikes down his face, perfectly shining in one of his eyes. the change in his demeanor over the years has been significant: he’s no longer the hot headed boy you once knew. instead he’s consumed by an inner turmoil. 

“they’re all asleep, i checked.” he reassures softly, choosing to ignore whoever it was that had just passed by. you reach a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. it’s getting longer and he’s been too busy to cut it, sitting at an awkward length above his shoulders. 

eren’s eyes are staring dully at you, waiting for the go ahead. you two have been at this for a couple months now, sharing quiet moments tucked away from the world. you’ve never discussed it, but somehow knew it was just an escape. an hour away from the horrible reality you’re forced to live with. 

you sigh, running a hand down his sharp jaw. “alright, but there’s not much room to maneuver in here.” 

eren brings his face down, lips carefully capturing yours in a low burning kiss. something about the gesture screams love, but it will never be discussed nor acknowledged. 

the melding of your mouths quickly turns hungry; a couple of weeks of pent up frustration coming to a head. eren’s tongue forces itself into your mouth, rough and frantic. you hold back a whimper as his large hands come up to palm your breasts through your thin nightgown. 

the heat in the closet is nearly suffocating as eren shifts to release some of the strain on his dick, pressing it against your clothed abdomen. you sigh loudly at the feeling of him hardening against you, the pressure causing your cunt to throb in arousal. 

his fingers lightly pinch your nipples, the sensitive buds becoming firm at the action. then his hands are traveling down your sides, effortlessly grazing over your curves as they come to squeeze your hips. you know eren and you know what he’s asking, lifting your thighs to wrap around his slim waist as he holds you up by your ass, giving it a generous squeeze. 

eren falters at the new position, the feeling of your clothed cunt rubbing against his impossibly hard cock. he struggles to kiss you back, instead opting to slowly grind himself into you. 

you pull your lips back from his, leaning your head on the wall as eren attempts to keep his throaty grunts quiet. the feeling of him rubbing against you so desperately is nearly enough to send you over the edge, a familiar sensation building in your stomach. 

“eren,” you whimper. his eyes are focused between the two of you; the sight of your night gown riding up on your thighs and the sound of your breathing are all too distracting. “eren.” 

he looks up, pupils dilated and face slightly red. “what is it?” 

“need you so bad,” you mutter, slightly embarrassed. the embarrassment fades when you feel his cock twitch against your center, his breath hitching. 

“shit,” he curses, bringing his face forward to press his lips against yours as he grinds particularly hard into your clit. the sudden rubbing allows a moan to fall from your mouth, drowned out by eren’s lightly chapped lips. “m’gonna fuck you so hard.” 

eren is rarely so vocal when it comes to your sexual endeavors, normally opting for rough actions, less so words. his sentence strikes a chord with you nonetheless, your clit twitching with excitement. 

your hand has a mind of its own, reaching down to palm his erection through his sleeping pants. eren hisses in response, leaning his head on your shoulder as you snake your hand past the waistband to grip his dick.

it’s warm and veiny; your thumb sliding over the tip in order to gather up some of his precum and pump it down the length of his shaft. his cock grows harder at the action, hips involuntarily bucking upwards as your hand picks up speed. 

you can feel eren’s mouth open against the crook of your neck, lightly biting your skin in order to keep himself quiet. his breath sporadically dances across your shoulder, only making the small closest hotter. 

he’s bucking into your hand, begging for some relief. eren being so needy makes your arousal heighten; your panties growing even wetter as he suddenly pulls back from your neck. 

he lightly sets you down on the ground, your hand slipping out of his pants. before you have a chance to ask him what he’s doing, his fingers are pulling your panties down to your knees, standing back against the opposing wall. 

“touch yourself for me,” he mutters darkly, eyeing you. your breathing is heavy, a frown creasing your features at the request. 

“w-what?” you ask, your cheeks heating. eren’s hand reaches into his own pants, slowly pumping his slightly visible shaft. the sight makes you burn with curious desire, your fingers apprehensively inching their way towards your newly exposed cunt.

you’re only slightly surprised by how wet you are, your first two fingers easily sliding past your clit towards your entrance. the contact doesn’t have the same effect as eren’s, but it satisfies the dull ache enough. 

eren’s eyes follow your fingers, reaching his free hand forwards to hold up your nightgown. something about the way he’s watching you, memorizing your every move, is different than it normally is.

you rest your head against the wall, breathing becoming shallow as your fingers begin to rub against your clit. the sight of you touching yourself, all flustered and horny is one eren swears never to forget. he takes a mental photograph, the sight becoming too much as a small whimper leaves your swollen lips. 

“enough of that,” he interjects, gently pulling your fingers from yourself. you feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you at how easily you touched yourself in front of him, but eren doesn’t seem to care. he’s tugging his pants down, large dick coming to rest against his stomach. 

and you’re ready for him; slightly parting your legs in the small space as eren comes to stand between them. he pushes you up the wall again, slowly guiding your hips down, tip pressing against your entrance. with a deep breath, he’s sliding you down onto his cock, stretching you out so good.

he stands for a moment, relishing in the way you feel around him; so tight and wet. you adjust to his large length, the sheer size never failing to catch you off guard. 

he presses a chaste kiss to your lips before bucking his hips upwards, dick hitting your sweet spot with the first thrust. your mouth involuntarily opens to cry out, not before eren’s hand presses firmly against the lower half of your face. 

“gotta be quiet for me, m’kay?” he whispers breathily, not ceasing his thrusts. you feverishly nod your head, eren’s hand staying put. the feeling of his cock ramming into you makes your head dizzy, gravity working in both of your favors as he fills you to the hilt. 

eren’s movements quickly grow erratic and angry, the pounding nearly too much to bear. it’s often like this; he takes his frustration out on you, abusing your cunt until you can hardly walk. it’s when he slows his pace, filling you up purposefully and deliberately, that you feel yourself unravel all too quickly around him, walls clenching against his cock. 

your head is fuzzy and your limbs feel tingly as eren pulls out, giving his dick a couple of quick pumps and he’s cumming on your nightgown, unashamedly marking it. 

you slide back down the wall, legs wobbly as the two of you regain your composure. the closet is impossibly hot now; nearly too hot to breathe. 

eren kisses your forehead, that far off look back in his grey eyes. he takes a moment to run his hand along your cheek, a sad smile on his face. 

“it’s selfish of me to say, but sometimes i wish this was all i ever had to do.” 

you smile back up at him, trying not to think about the war. “sometimes, it’s okay to be selfish.” 

<3 <3 <3 

[yoonpobs]

hello 😊

may I request a drabble with jungkook and seokjin and reader with some angst and a bit of smut.. seokjin is her boyfriend and jungkook is jin's best friend and also a close friend of hers his also in love with her and he doesn't hid the fact that he has feelings for her so when y/n and seokjin get into a fight he seeing it as an opportunity to finally see if she wants to be with him

I hope that makes sense

thank you ❤️

pairing: fwb!seokjin x oc, roommate!jungkook x oc

genre: smut, angst

warnings: toxic/unhealthy fwb relationships, jin is a douche, jk is mean, oc needs a break

words: 2, 775

note: WHY DO I ALWAYS GIVE MY OCS A HARD TIME IM SORRY & i took a bit of a turn w this request so i apologise for any inaccuracies 😢

There is a way that Seokjin treats you in bed that makes you feel whole yet like you’re losing bits and pieces of yourself to him every time. He’s never selfish—God no. He was generous to you, much more generous than real lovers you had in the past that you shared kisses that were full of passion between the sheets. The passion you felt with Seokjin was undeniable and almost painful. You hated the word almost, it was like wasted potential on a possibility that could’ve come true but fell too short to be real. And every time you thought of that word you thought of Seokjin.

He was there. He always was. That was the conflicting part. Between always and almost, he was always with you but never almost in love with you the way you were with him. It was pathetic, really. How a woman held such high regard for turned into someone unrecognisable between the sheets and a few kisses from a man who didn’t even love her back. You swore to yourself you’d never let this happen. But here it was—happening.

He fucks into you at a brutal pace that could almost cloud your stressful thoughts. He never misses, his hips angled upwards to hit you in places that only lovers should feel. You moan, scream and cry—for reasons more than how good he makes you feel.

“Ffffffuck, J-Jin!” Your head is pressed against the mattress but you can still see your delirious expression through the mirror in front of your bed. He looks angelic with the way his forehead scrunches in utmost concentration in making you feel good, but the way he snaps his hips harder into your own was demonic. He usually left bruises and it felt nice to have the remainder of what he did to you—but stung at the same time with the way that he marked you as if you were his.

You weren’t.

“Like that, angel?” He leans down to whisper against your cheek and all you can muster is the blubber of a response.

The grip on your hips is rough, but you like it that way. He slips a hand in between your spread legs and rubs your clit in figure-eights that has you whining at a decibel louder than the ones before. Jin notices this and starts fucking into you faster if that was even humanely possible.

“Look at you—so fucked out. You’re mine to ruin, right?”  He taunts you, dragging a hand up your body with the wetness as the answer to his question. He tugs on your chin to direct your face to look at your reflection clearly, and you see your lips swollen, eyes blown out and hair tousled.

“Y-Yes—fuck—yours, J-Jin!” You’re panting, and you feel your coil unravel at a rapid pace, and Jin groans from behind you when he feels your cunt spasm around his cock ferociously.

“If you’re mine then don’t cum just yet,” He sounds too collected for a man who’s been fucking his cock deep into you for the past hour, but you could never read Seokjin. Even when you had his dick all the way down your throat, the most you’d get is a groan—and that was more than you could ever muster up from him.

“Jin—Jin—p-ple-please! I need to—ah—cum—!” Your words were cut short when he reached his hand around your throat to squeeze it softly. But you moan louder, and your pussy responds by getting tighter around his cock.

He chuckles in a low timbre from behind you, hips slightly stuttering—and you know this is a sign of his release coming soon—and you push your hips back to meet his pace, causing him to hiss at the sudden action.

Jin stares at you from the mirror for the night, and you release he always has a similar expression when he’s approaching his high. Something cold, detached yet melancholic. You could never read him enough, because by the time you think you’ve got an answer—he demands.

“Cum.”

And you do. Hard. Spots of white taint your vision like an angel trying to cleanse you from your sins. But the way you blackout for a second shows you no mercy and reminds you that Jin was the devil and you were his plaything.

“Ffffffff—” You can barely breathe. But it’s a pleasurable feeling—the only thing suffocating is the aftermath. When he leaves, barely sparing you another glance.

And you feel him cum with you, deep spurts of white painting your pussy as you feel full of him. Like he’s here to stay. He pushes you back onto him and revels in your limp body. You allow him.

When he pulls out, you’re exhausted. And you can tell he is, too. He’s heaving, and he helps you onto your back by placing a pillow under your back and head. He’s caring, but only out of decency, not commitment. You’re tired too, but it’s the type of tired that settles into your bones. The tired you only feel after sex with Seokjin because you know you’re sleeping alone.

He’s meticulous and quick, just like he always is. It’s the same routine that you’re unfortunately intimate with. He searches for his pants, slips on his shirt and grabs his keys and wallet. They’re always on your desk; never anywhere else because that implies that the routine was breaking. Jin would never break that—not with you, at least.

“Won’t you stay?”

Your voice is soft as it breaks through the atmosphere. You seem to catch him off guard for a moment but he’s tedious at not showing anything more than he needs to. He casts you a glance over his shoulders and you feel oddly vulnerable with your naked body, a blanket draped over your curves in a way that should be enticing. But you knew it wasn’t—because he only wanted you in the heat of the moment and every second after that is a reminder of who you were.

“Since when did we do that?” He snorts, quickly carding a hand through his hair while he checks his appearance.

And as always, he looks kept together while you were left ruined at the expense of his hands.

“We don’t,” you say softly, “I just thought …” your voice wavers when he raises a brow at you, causing you to hesitate in your words but you’re oddly determined today. Maybe you’re tired of the heartache, “It’s late.”

He looks at you for a long second before rolling his eyes and stalking you. Your heart clenches in expectation, but all Jin does is reach a hand around your chin when he leans down to bring your face inches away from his. Your eyes are hopeful when you look into his. The gentle orbs that peer back could fool anyone into thinking that he was tender and loving—but you’ve never seen that side of him. You only saw him when he was overtaken by desire, hard and tall when he fucks into you like a rag doll while he smirks at your slacked body.

“That’s cute,” he grins widely as your breath hitches, “But that’s not what we do, sweetheart.”

The term of endearment is anything but endearing. It’s mocking and it hurts.

“I …” You croak.

Then he releases you, finger lightly pushing your chin so that you’d fall back onto your palms. He checks his phone with a casual grin, likely being called over to another party—or anywhere else that wasn’t your home. Your heart shatters all over again, but you’re used to it. The glass that scrapes your skin is stained with blood but you’re a sucker for the pain.

“I’ll call you,” is all that he leaves you with before he’s helping himself out of your room, leaving the door open in his way. He doesn’t care for formalities, not even when you see him bump into your roommate on the way out. He gives a wave of acknowledgement, but nothing else—because who would introduce their fuck-buddy to their roommate?

But Jungkook knew. Of course, he did. You weren’t subtly because you hoped if someone knew then it’d be a little more real for you to hold onto. That ugly seedling of hope that blooms in your chest every time Jungkook would catch a glimpse of Jin leaving your room makes you wonder what it’d feel like if you could have him over for dinners, for movie nights—for it all.

But you can only do that; wonder.

The door creaks ever so slightly and only do you realise that the tears return. You automatically know who it is, because it’s the same routine. It’s the same song that you hear each time he comes over and it’s on an unhealthy loop of replays when you feel your bed dip.

“Why do you do this to yourself?” Jungkook whispers.

You don’t care that you’re bare. Jungkook’s seen you in worse states. Drunk off your mind, on the verge of collapse when you’d hope the alcohol would take the pain away. He’s a good roommate—but he really needs to mind his own business.

“Stop.”

“He’s a fucking asshole,” he sneers, grabbing your arm so that you’d look at him.

He hates that your eyes are red, and he hates that the bruises on your neck and chest match. The room smells heady of sex, and Jungkook has to endure the same pain you feel but tenfold when he watches your lips wobble the longer he stares.

“I love him, Jungkook.” You sob, leaning into his chest when he sighs for the umpteenth time, hearing the same thing leave your lips. It never got easier.

“He doesn’t deserve you,” Jungkook spits, the thought of Jin returning only making his fists ball tighter when they rest around your bare shoulders, “Stop this. Stop going back to him.”

“Why doesn’t he want me?” You cry, hot tears wetting the fabric of Jungkook’s shirt.

“Why do you want him?” Jungkook returns, voice raising when he pulls back.

His eyes are blazing, the anger in his chest is only exponentially increasing the more he sees you heave. The tears that leave your eyes makes his heart clench and makes him want to chase that son of a bitch down and make sure he’d never see you again. But Jungkook finds himself staying still because you were here. In his arms—even if it you weren’t his.

But he’s still angry, and his mouth runs hotter than ever.

“Why do you keep doing this to yourself, huh?” Jungkook grabs your shoulders, forcing you to stare at him with swollen eyes, “You know he’s just using you! All he does is fuck you and leave. He doesn’t love you—and he will never love you so stop doing this to yourself and leave him before you continue hurting yourself like this!”

“Fuck you,” you spit through the tears.

“Because I’m telling you the truth?” He sneers, “Because I’m telling you things that you already know but are too damn scared to do?”

“Shut the fuck up, Jungkook!” You scream, pushing at his chest. But he grabs your wrist and levels you with a menacing stare while his own chest rises and falls with every breath of air he takes.

Your anger is muffled by your tears, and it’s a mixture of pain and rage when you peer at him. Jungkook’s so tired. He’s tired of feeling this way—of seeing you destroy yourself when you deserved more than anything anyone could ever offer.

“No,” Jungkook deadpans, “You’re going to listen to me and you’re doing this now.”

“I’m not doing anything! So let—me—go—!” You thrash in his hold, but Jungkook only tightens his grip around your wrists in a warning.

“Delete his number.”

“I can’t do that,” you say weakly.

“You can and you fucking will,” Jungkook says vehemently.

And as a point, he reaches for your phone that rests on your nightstand; and before you can process what he’s doing—he’s thumbing through your contacts and hovering over the one person you always seem to go back to.

“Jungkook, no—!”

But the damage is done, and Jungkook presses delete. For some reason, you feel absolutely nothing. But you’re angry, you’re angry because Jungkook’s always the person you see when it hurts the most and even through his words—all you want to do is scream.

“I hate you so much!” You scream.

Jungkook chuckles, dark and humourless as he runs his fingers through his hair. He stares to the side, jaw clenching in annoyance when you continue to cry and sob. He wanted to tell you to shut up—to stop crying over someone who’s probably already fucking the next breathing thing in his direction. But he doesn’t, because Jungkook’s impulsive. More so than he’d like.

“Yeah?” Jungkook scoffs, “You hate me? The person who’s trying his best to protect you?”

“You’re not protecting me!” You snap.

He ignores your indignant tone before levelling you with a blank stare that intimidates you more than you’ve ever been of Jungkook. He’s fuming, but it’s a calm before the storm that rattles your heartbeat against your chest. He looks livid.

“You hate me and love that fucking idiot?” He snarls, inching closer as you back away.

The growl in Jungkook’s chest is unheard of because more often than not he was level-headed. An annoying prick but calm and collected at most. This is the first time you’ve seen Jungkook look anything less than composed—and it was because of you.

“I can’t—I can’t control my feelings,” you say sourly.

He snorts, fully sarcastic and intentionally mocking when he looks at you with a hooded gaze.

“Isn’t that the fucking truth.”

“What the hell are you saying,” you narrow your eyes at him.

Oddly, you’re having this conversation when your tits are out—and only then do you consciously wrap your arms around your chest. His eyes immediately dart down to your subtle action and he rolls his eyes. You want to cuss him out, but Jungkook laughs. He laughs as if there was something funny—and you’re left even more confused.

“I’m saying that I fucking hate you,” he spits, face inching immensely closer as your eyes widen at his venomous tone.

“What—?”

“I hate you so much because you’re acting like an idiot chasing after someone who doesn’t give two shits about you.”

Your eyes well up with more tears as his words of bullets ricochet off your ears and settling deep in your heart. The harsh reminder makes your lips wobble and shoulders shake, but Jungkook doesn’t care.

“I hate you because you do this to yourself when you deserve so much more than what that prick can offer,” Jungkook says vehemently, hand wrapping around your chin to force your face to look at him.

Even now, when your eyes are puffy and red-rimmed, you look devastatingly beautiful.

“I hate you because I’ve been here this entire time and all you do is look for him,” Jungkook says softly, but his tone is still harsh, a sharp breath that erupts in his chest as well as yours as your eyes widen.

“Jungkook—”

“I’ve been here,” he croaks, and when you look into his eyes only do you see the pain, “I hate you so much because all I can do is love you.”

Your eyes widen as you gape at him, and you’re taking seconds too long to respond but your brain is processing the turn in events. But when you realise what he says, Jungkook’s pulling away. His hands retract themselves as if he’s been burnt and you were the flame responsible for it.

“Jungkook, wait—” you reach out. You were so confused, but you didn’t like the fact that he was leaving too.

“Don’t,” his eyes flutter shut in defeat, lips pursed, “Don’t touch me right now.”

Your face crumbles as you tug the blanket around your body until you’re resting on your knees and searching for his face.

“Can we talk—?”

“No,” he glares at you, and somehow—the look he gives you is far more painful than every moment Jin has ever walked out on you. Jungkook delivers the final blow when he snatches his hand away from yours completely.

“Figure your shit out because I’m done.”

And like always, you were left alone in your room—with more to think about than ever.

[babiesdreams]

Johnny x Mark threesome alt ending. 

Before reading this, read the context in here. People voted for an alt ending where there was a threesome and also, another one, that might be coming soon, where Johnny simply watches. Also, sorry for not posting today, I had a lot of classes and I got no time at all.

Johnny’s voice says: “It’s been 5 minutes already” Marks pulls off the kiss for a split second saying “Truth or dare?” Before pressing his lips against yours again. “Dare” He says in the distance. “Go upstairs and fuck that girl you liked” Mark says in a serious tone, before he, again kisses you heatedly.

“No” Johnny demands. Mark pulls off the kiss, this time for real. “What?” His serious tone and his deadly glare are no joke. “I won’t go upstairs because the girl I wanna fuck is right here” He says looking right into the younger boy’s eyes. 

“Dude, she’s mine” Mark says getting closer to Johnny. “I think she gets to decide who she wants to fuck” Johnny answers. “Truth or dare” He asks inmediately after to you. 

“Truth” Your voice changes into a scared tone. “Do you like me too?” You look at Mark and then at him, analyzing his perfect body, and how good he looks like that. “Yes” You say as a whisper. 

“What?!” Mark’s expression looks really disappointed, almost like if you said something offensive. “She just told the truth dude, don’t take it too personal” 

“Don’t take it too personal??? You know I like her since a long time ago dude, what the fuck?” Mark shouts at Johnny, getting closer and closer. 

“I’m just being selfish for once, Is it so bad? Huh? Is it?” Mark looks at Johnny, trying to understand this random and sudden situation. “Fine” He finally says coming back to you. His kiss is now angry, letting you feel the worst type of jealousy ever.

Johnny also gets closer to you and you pull off Mark’s kiss. “I didn’t agree on this thing” You say looking at both of the boys. “You just assumed I wanted to?” Both of the boys back up a little, scared of your reaction.

“First of all, I like both of you, but having a threesome is a whole different thing. And, you wanted to have sex in here?? Anyone could see us” Your figure slowly stands up, walking through the stairs and climbing upstairs.

“Are you not coming?” You ask already from the upper floor. The boys don’t really answer, as they simply follow your steps to an empty bedroom. You get your shoes and clothes off, leaving only the underwear covering your body. 

Johnny copies your moves fastly getting on top of you. His lips kiss yours, softly. Meanwhile, Mark is still trying to understand the situation. His shiny eyes keep on looking how Johnny’s hips keep moving on top of yours, while you both make out, looking pretty needy and horny.

He slowly gets closer, getting his shirt off, convinced how you are paying no attention at all to his moves. But your little moans surprise him, as the name you let out is not Johnny’s but Mark’s. 

Johnny also looks surprised for a second, before he chuckles slihtly at the situation. “Come here, man” He says to the younger boy, who climbs over the bed, getting right next to you. 

“Touch her” Johnny whispers into Mark’s ear, getting off you. “W-what?” Mark asks confused. But Johnny only answers with a slight head move. You look att him with a smirk. “I know you want it” You say in a low voice. 

Mark then obeys the older’s words, getting his fingertips to brush over your clothed cunt. You can tell he’s nervous by the way he touches you, the way he looks at you... The situation just seems to be something the boy never had in mind.

“Eat her out” Johnny says with a serious tone. “Dude what?” The panic in Mark’s voice is almost cute. “You always talk about how much you like eating girls out” Johnny says smiling and the panic in Mark’s expression grows.

“Dude, when did I... No. I- Um Fuck” his voice lets out just a bunch of words that don’t really make sanse. But still he obeys every order that comes out of Johnny’s lips.

Johnny’s hands are constantly caressing different parts of your body softly, while Mark thrusts into you like it was the last chance he would get to fuck. Johnny is actually so far from the picture you had about him. The boy was really soft in bed, even with his little dom games and dirty words, he was still a soft lover.

Mark came inside of you after a couple of your own highs, filling the room with a mix of differently pitched moans. And the Johnny took action. His length felt really different to Mark’s, as he had more control over himselft unlike the younger desperate boy.

Johnny’s thrusts were far more soft and slow, allowing you to feel every little detail of his hard dick as he stretches your insides. His expression, the sounds he makes, everything is way softer and slower. It allows you to enjoy it in different ways. Even if Mark was good, Johnny was just what you needed at the moment.

But what kills you is his soft voice, while the upcoming climax sensation brushes your body. “You did great babygirl” Yet he doesn’t cum inside of you, he pulls out, getting your belly painted of a nice shade of white. 

The warm and recomforting sensation of both boys lying down next to you, hugging and caressing your body as you calm down from your high must be one of the best feelings you’ve ever experienced. 

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New Amsterdam Chapter 189

Peter stared in shock at the twisted body in front of him, still steaming slightly form the lightning that the girl had thrown. He knew she was related to Wade and knew that she had an extraordinary healing talent, but—why wasn’t it kicking in? Why hadn’t she started healing yet?

He was familiar with the sight of a dead body starting to heal. Working with Deadpool for any amount of time made it difficult to avoid. Usually by now the charred bits were starting to steam, the twisted bits to right themselves. Why wasn’t it happening?

Adriana laughed. “Stupid cunt!” she said. “You should know that all it takes is a self-sacrifice to open the Eye!”

“It requires a self-sacrifice that she’s too selfish to make.”

“It doesn’t matter who the sacrifice is for!”

Peter waited, watching for any sign that she was healing.

“And who was it for? Him? He’s not even your papa you stupid bitch!”

There was none.

He felt—numb. Disbelief. He’d seen her heal herself when she was getting shot to pieces by several bullets at the same time. She should be able to heal from this; it wasn’t that different.

No.

It wasn’t that different for Wade. Despite his difficulty with empathy he felt a cold spot in his chest and he was breathing harder than he had been. He stared at the mangled body, willing it to start healing.

The sky darkened and pulsed. The pulse shot through both Peter and Adriana, leaving Peter cringing and Adriana grinning. Peter looked up as the next wave, visible this time as a soft blue light crashed through both of them and watched as it lapped through the buildings like intangible water and came to a rest at the edge of the border that shoved out the people who had no spider powers. Sparks, like the white light of certain types of popping fireworks, blew through the sky leaving dark afterimages in Peter’s eyes as he watched. As he frantically blinked tears from his eyes a bubble formed in the center of the sparks, expanding until it dropped, like a rain droplet, from the sky to land in front of him and Adriana.

The droplet broke to reveal the figure. Standing tall on four legs with four human arms springing from the torso as smoke billowed from whatever the droplet had been made from. Part of Peter wanted to quail and shudder at how unnatural the sillouette looked, but another part of him—relaxed. He could feel no menace towards him from this creature, whatever it was.

The smoke cleared revealing that the creature’s lower body was covered in red and white fur. The upper part of the body looked like a slim, svelte human that could be either male or female. All eight eyes in the head—eight human eyes—gazed around. The eyes didn’t seem to move with synchronization, like real human eyes did; they all seemed to move in different directions with sudden, jerky movements. Movements that were similar to how chameleon eyes moved.

“Great God,” said Adriana as she bowed to the—the god? Was this Aranea?

All eight eyes slammed into focus on the girl. There was no sound when they moved, but it felt like there should have been. I know you. The words boomed inside of Peter’s head.

That was when Peter realized the creature had no mouth. He was hearing the words in his head. He had the oddest sensation that he should feel nervous and upset, but didn’t.

You are the gift-giver, the one who spreads.

The monsters. The creature was talking about the monsters that Adriana could make. Calling it a “gift.” Was it?

True, they were stronger than they’d been when they were human. But when they were human they didn’t have to worry about their every move being controlled by the person that turned them. And he was certain that none of them had wanted to be turned, and that was bad. Consent was important. He knew that down to the fibers of his being.

The creature turned its head towards Angel’s twisted body. I know that one as well. The protector.

“She tried to stop me!” cried Adriana.

Of course. That is her role; to protect what already is, just as your role is to change what is. The gift-giver and the protector will always clash.

The way the creature said it made it sound so right, so reasonable—but it wasn’t. Adriana was trying to change the very shape of the world that Peter protected, into something completely unrecognizable, and do it in such a way that put people that Peter cared about in jeopardy. Aunt May. Harry. MJ. Wade. Ben. Betty, from the Bugle. Dr. Stacey, from the Tower. The baby.

The baby.

Peter shifted his focus to the creature. It was hard, almost like his thoughts were swimming through molasses.

“The Eye is going to make you stronger, faster, and less empathetic the closer it gets to opening.”

Apparently, empathy wasn’t all that was being suppressed. Peter stood as the girl spoke.“Great Lord Aranea,” said Adriana. “I would like to turn this world into a place of pure beauty.”

“I,” he said firmly, “am also a—a protector.” He was wobbling as he stood, almost flattened by the pressure.

Yes. You are. Sweet accidental child.

Peter shook the force of the calmness, the acceptance off. It didn’t matter that this creature accepted him for what he was. “I do not want this world to change.”

I do not understand.

Peter was going to have to keep his wits about him for this. They were all he had, with the creature, spider god, muffling his emotions. He had just enough time for a brief, petty thought.

I wish this was Matt instead of me. He gets paid to argue with people.