#cause I'm not sealing off my fucking emotions again

[foxgirlmoth]

Being off hormones sucks. Every emotion feels just a little bit muffled, every thought just a little bit stagnant. Its a special kind of torture I think.

[selfloverrrrrr]

Spoilers warning:

Can i request yandere sukuna in megumi’s body where he noncon reader? And megumi lowkey likes it lol and you can include your own ending where sukuna got exorcised and megumi getting back his own body, turns out y/n got preggo now megumi’s forcing reader get married with him?

Thank youu

I'll accept you...

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physically and emotional abuse, biting, torture, size difference, Yandere, protective, jealous, obsessive, manipulative....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

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I'm a student of jujutsu high Tokyo. I'm a first year.... in grade four. Gojo satoru is the one who took the responsibility to make me understand my cursed energy and how to use it. Cause I can't use it properly. We're best friends... Me, Yuji, Megumi and Nobara.

Gojo Satoru just got sealed. Every sorcerer went to shibhuiya to get Gojo back. Everyone was Panicking all the time.

They were collecting the wounded sorcerers in a room. They were searching for them all over Shibuya City. I was in the room alone. Waiting for someone to come. It was too long time no one came. But I didn't have any other choice. I have to wait for them.

Being tired I kinda fall asleep on the bed of that room. Suddenly hard a chuckle of a male voice. My eyes wide open. I looked at the door saw itadori standing there. "M-Megumi?" I asked.

" Tsk.... guess again" he said walking towards me. Then I saw tattoos on his face. " Sukuna" I gasped. " Ahhh.... Now better" he replied. I got up from the bed. I was so confused and shocked. Sukuna??? In Megumi's body???? How? "They leave you alone here?... Pathetic!" Sukuna laughed. "H-how are you in Megumi's body???" I asked. "I switched with his body....you don't need explanation brat" he said and stepped closer and I stepped backwards.

I could feel the situation isn't okey right now....I was about to run but he immediately came infront of me. He was too fast. "Where do you think you are going,huh?" he asked and grabbed my hair and dragged me towards the bed. I groaned in pain. He threw me on his bed and locked the door. Took off his shirt and threw it on the floor then started crawling towards me on the bed."please stop" I said and tried to push myself backwards but he grabbed my leg and pulled me towards him. I gasped. He was still smirking."stop?... Where's the fun then? The fun part is about to began ~" he whispered and crashed his lips on mine.

I tried to push him away but his grip was too strong. I can't even move myself. He was kissing me too roughly. I couldn't breathe. He grabbed the hem of my top and pulled it over my head. My boobs bounced out. He looked at those with lust in his eyes. He didn't waste any time, crashed his mouth on my breast licking, sucking and teasing the nipple and squeezing the other one with his hand. I moaned in the sensetion. I grabbed his hair and tried to stop him by pulling it but it didn't even effect on him. "S-stop ...... Oh god please stopppp" I scremed but he didn't stop.

Then he took off my pant and then took off my pantie."spread those legs wider, slut " he whispered and then looked at my pussy. He rubbed his finger on my clit and whispered " filthy whore is fucking wet". Then he licked my pussy. I couldn't help but moan loudly. He smirked at my reaction and undo his pant.

His dick sprang out. It was big and thick. Fear grabbed me by my neck. " P-please no... s-stop" I begged but didn't even listen to me and slammed his whole dick inside me in one slide. I scremed. " You whores will never learn how to behave " He said and slapped me. He didn't even give me time to adjust his size and started thursting in and out roughly. I was throughig my legs with pain and begging him to stop. And he was licking it so much. His thurst became harder and harder. "M-Megumi ..... Oh f-fuck.... Megumi please stop him!!!" I cried out. " Megumi is watching these right now.... and do you wanna know what's he doing??.... He's stroking himself right now" Sukuna whispered and laughed evilly. I clenched around him tightly and he moaned loudly "fucking tight " he started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bite his shoulder scratched his back to control myself. With a few more thurst I came. He was still thursting roughly. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all of my strength. I moaned. He grabbed my throat and chocked me down to the bed. " Stop struggling slut...!!!" He screamed. Within a minute he came inside me I could feel his seed inside me. He pulled out. My vision blurred out.

It's been months now from that night. He used me every day like a toy for him. Today morning was something good. A great day. I heard a good news that Sukuna got exorcist. The people of jujutsu high took me to the jujutsu high's room again.

Someone knocked on the door. "W-who?" I asked. "It's... it's me... M-Megumi" the voice replied from the door way. "C-come in" I replied. Megumi opened the door and came in. He sit beside me. "Y/n..... look... Look we both know what happened" he said. I hide my face because tears coming from my eyes. "Y/n look I wanna say something... I could never confess to you because I thought you won't say yes to me but I'm saying it now... And I heard you're pregnant.... And we both know that it's my child... Can I be the proper father if you want....? I love you y/n I love you so fucking much.... I want to take care of you.... And I talked with Gojo too... He said he's gonna help us too if you agreed to be mine... please...? Can I be yours?" Megumi asked holding my hand. Tears still falling. "Yes" I sobbed with a smile. I felt happy. Megumi smiled back and kissed me. I kissed him back..... maybe this is the new way to start our life...

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[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Daddy’s Home (Dom!Gojo x Sub!Black!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

“Daddy’s home, baby. Now take your fucking clothes off.”

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Black!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: It’s been 3 years. You believe your fiancé is dead. You’ve been attempting to move forward in your life without him there beside you. You try to grieve properly in order to move on….until he comes home. And he’s more than ready to make up lost time.

Warnings: MANGA SPOILERS; Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Grief; Mentions of Depression, Death & Suicide; Alcohol/Drug Use; Feral!Gojo; Rough Sex; Ripping Clothes; Dirty Talk; Cunnilingus; Forced Deepthroating; Face-Fucking; Multiple Positions; Gojo Giving You Deep Dick; Breeding Kink; Unprotected PIV Sex; Creampie; Cum Eating; Ownership; Gojo Makes You a Mommy; Aftercare; Degradation; Petnames: Baby; Little Girl; Mama; Sweetheart

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

*IMPORTANT NOTE: In the manga, Gojo is only sealed for 19 days, but in the time of the rest of the manga being written and illustrated, it was 3 years. So the timeline of his being sealed and freed will be 3 years.

Writer’s Note: I’m coping. AND celebrating my man's birthday!! The happiest birthday (and week and month) to my favorite boi! 💙💙💙 -Jazz

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You’ve never felt such pain before.

It isn't pain that can simply be fixed with a band-aid or a kiss, like a scrape or a cut. It is a deep, cavernous, emotional pain that you have never experienced before...not before losing your fiance. The man you adored and cherished. Your best friend. Your soulmate. Your sunshine peeking through the dark, gray clouds.

But since losing him, all your days are washed with gray. You can't stand any sunny days now, knowing that he loved them and would want to do something–anything–to seize them. "C'mon, baby, let's go get some ice cream!" he'd cheerfully shout. Or "let's go biking" or "wanna take a walk in the park with me?"

Now, all you do is lay in bed and watch the days go by, the pain you feel too much. You've never experienced something so profound and intense. It causes you to cry every single morning into the night until the pink of dawn comes again.

It's been like this for three years now since you lost him forever. It still feels weird to say that: forever. You thought you'd have forever with him, but it was ripped away from you all that time ago during the Shibuya incident. It was a bloody war, from what you've heard; a massacre. So many innocent people perished.

The lives that were spared were among the other Sorcerers and his students, including Nobara who managed to survive Mahito's attack . You visited her all that time she spent in the hospital after the attack as the doctors worked to save her eye. In the end, she lost it, but gained a false one just last year that looks exactly like her real one.

Nanami also survived. It was a close call, apparently. Yuji had found him and attacked Mahito before Nanami could face his violent death. Half of his face and body are completely scalped, but he doesn't try to cover them. They are his battle scars; a reminder of what he is fighting for. He still resides in Japan though you've all been telling him to retire and go to Malaysia. "Not until he's back," he'd fiercely say. "I'm not resting until he's out of that damn box."

He checks on you as do Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara, to ensure you're okay. Shoko spent the night with you a few times until you firmly told her to stop. "I'm not gonna slit my wrists or anything," you scoffed. Shoko pursed her lips at you as she smoked her cigarette on your balcony. "No, but you might drink yourself to death first," she mumbled.

And yes, you have been drinking. You've also been smoking. Weed and alcohol are all that cure the pain, at least for a little while. You don't have to see his dazzling smile or snow-white hair behind your eyelids when you fall asleep high as a kite. It's unhealthy and you know that, but what else can you do?

You have nothing to live for anymore. Your fiance is gone. You try to tell the others this, who have worked tirelessly all this time to find a way to bail him out. 'It's been three years!' you think. 'If they haven't found a way yet, they never will. He is never getting out of that box or the Prison Realm.' And that is the sad, horrible truth.

You curl yourself into a ball now, wrapped in one of his crisp button-up shirts, naked underneath. It is twelve in the afternoon. You haven't eaten or gotten dressed, only showered and brushed your teeth (after Shoko sent you a text to do so). Tears stain your eyes which still sting from your sob session the night before. "Satoru," you whimper into the pillows. "Come back to me, please."

You know this isn't possible, but you wish to God or whoever makes miracles happen that it was. How can you live in a world, in a realm, where your love isn't here? You were going to get married, in spring of 2024. He had promised you after a wonderful night of dinner, champagne, and dancing on a private yacht he ordered just for you two.

When he got down on those long legs, one knee propped up, and presented you with that box, you could feel yourself melt. "After all of this is over," he promised, "after I make this world safer for you, let's do it, baby. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you." He gave you that big, gigawatt, hopeful smile as you felt tears pour down your cheeks, ruining your makeup. "You up for seein' this face forever?" he joked.

That night, you answered him. Over and over again, making love until morning. Until you were both spent and ached so good from twisting your bodies in a hundred different positions. Until your thighs were soaked with his cum and all you could see, hear, and smell was him.

You were more than prepared to spend the rest of your life like that with him...and now, that's all gone. A fresh wave of grief overcomes you and you grip the pillow, stuffing your face into it. Once again, you say the same words you've been saying for three years like a prayer: "Satoru, come back to me. Please."

BANG!

The sound is so loud and abrupt that it scares you. You sit up immediately, your heart lurching into your throat. You look around the room only to find it empty, but then hear the familiar sound of the front door closing from downstairs. Someone is here. But who?

"H-Hello?" you call. "Shoko, is that you?"

No answer. It is completely silent all except for the birds chirping outside your window which only adds to the ominous feeling of the situation at hand. You never gave Shoko a spare key to your home and you're the only one who can get in and out. So who the fuck is in your house?

You then hear the familiar sound of footsteps coming up the stairs, one by one, as if the stranger is taking his sweet time doing so. You instantly reach for your phone to dial 911 and retreat to the bathroom across the room, but stop when a shadow crosses the bedroom wall, and then a figure appears in the threshold of the bedroom you used to share with your fiance.

You stare at the figure hard as if it's difficult for you to decipher it, but it's impossible not to know who it is. You can tell from how tall he is as he stands there, towering over you in the doorway. You can tell from his lean body sinewy with muscles under his black clothes. You can tell from his pale skin, snow-white hair you used to love to run your fingers through, and iced, blue eyes that stare right through you.

That same lovely, adorable, sexy, dazzling grin crosses his pillowy-soft, pink lips as he stares at you from across the room. “Honey, I’m home," Gojo chirps as if he just walked in from a hard day at work.

You stare him down, afraid to move or speak in fear of ruining this or exposing it for what it is: a trick. A mirage. A hallucination caused by too much alcohol or weed (unlikely, but still). Is this a dream? Are you dead? Did you go ahead and drink yourself to death like Shoko foresaw?

He walks toward you, slowly as if to not frighten you further. You stay on the bed, afraid to move. You're trembling. He finally stops just at arm's length from you, that same smile and warm gaze still on his face. “T-Tarou?” you whisper, finding your voice.

“In the flesh," he replies in that easy, sexy drawl that you've always loved. So careless. So laidback. His expression grows concerned, his brows drawn together. “How ya doin’, baby?” he asks. Your heart flips at the sound of that pet name. You haven't heard it in so, so long.

You scamper towards him, wanting to get closer to him, but then stop, afraid to. He doesn't react to either, still standing there and waiting for you to process this. “No,” you whisper. “This isn’t real. I’m just high as fuck right now.” You put your hands in your hair, gripping the dark coils/braids/locs/curls/twists harshly.

You know that this isn't possible. You haven't touched any weed since yesterday morning, wanting to give yourself a break. Gojo whistles as he nods at the bong sitting on your bedside table. “Well, judging from that, probably so. You got any left? I could use it after the 3 years I’ve had.”

You don't answer. You barely even breathe, afraid to do so in fear of putting a tear in the fabric of this moment and ripping it apart. You still can't tell if this is really happening. Is it a trick of your cursed grief making you see shit? Could it be that a Curse is here and has somehow taken over Gojo's body, and now, they're here to kill you? You would rather take that than this uncertainty.

Gojo suddenly raises his hand toward you as if to touch you, but doesn't. “Touch me," he encourages. Though hesitant, you lift a tentative hand and stroke your fingers over his veiny arm. All you feel is solid, soft, warm skin. Gojo's smile gets bigger. “See? I’m real. It’s really me, baby.”

And suddenly, the fog over your mind has been cleared and you can see clearly. All is for certain, including that the man standing here is your man. Your 'Tarou. “It’s really you,” you whimper. “Oh, my God….oh, my God!” You can't stop the tears or the blubbering as relief and utter joy wash over you.

Gojo opens your arms for you and he barely budges as you shoot into them, not even making him stagger. You bury your head in his chest, breathing in his scent and moving your hands over his back muscles. “I’ve missed you,” you sob. “I’ve missed you so, so much, Satoru! It’s been awful!”

He holds you tight to him, solid and absolutely real. “Shhh, I’m sorry, Y/N,” he coos. “I would’ve come back sooner, but I had to take care of some things.”

You pull away to look up at him through your blurred vision. He doesn't appear hurt or bruised. In fact, he looks the exact same he did before he was sealed in that box. “What do you–“

“And I’ll tell you everything after I get some pussy.”

You pause, processing his abrupt words. “What?” you scoff. “But what about all that's happened? How'd you even escape the Prison Realm? Have you eaten or drank? What about–"

Gojo, impatient, presses a long finger to your lips. “Forget about all of that right now, Y/N. Worry about the fact that you haven’t seen me in three years and you’re dying for me to put you in the mattress again.”

Then that familiar, dark, lustful look crosses his eyes like an eclipse, taking over him. “I think you’re understanding me clearly," he says, his voice dipping an octave lower than usual. “Daddy’s home, baby. Now take your fuckin’ clothes off.”

You stare at him hard, wondering if he is serious. You haven’t seen him in three years. You have so many more questions to ask him. Like what did he do while sealed? Did he see Yuji, Megumi and Nobara before he came? Were they the ones that got him out? Is he okay? 

But from the way he is staring you down like he wants to take a piece of you, you can tell that all of those questions will have to just wait to be answered. Plus, the last one is already answered for you: no, he isn’t okay. He is fucking feening for you. He needs you. You can tell from the way his hands grip you closer and from the feeling of his semi hard-on pressing into your thigh from inside his pants. 

You can’t imagine what three years without sex was like and you don’t want to. So you’re more than happy to give him whatever he is looking for right now. “O-Okay, Gojo,” you softly stutter. Your hands move to his top to unbutton it, first starting at the bottom. But your hands fumble and shake as if this is the first time you’re doing this for him. 

“Takin’ too long,” Gojo growls, impatient. Tearing your hands away from his shirt, he immediately rips the $1,000 top off of you, revealing your laced bra and panties underneath. You squeak as he does so, alarmed. “Gojo, your shirt!” you gasp, especially when the buttons fly all over the place. 

“Forget the fuckin’ shirt,” he says, his voice all but a rasp. "I’ll get a new one. It’s not fair how sexy you look in my clothes, sweetheart.” He presses his lips to your chest, breathing you in for a moment. “God, I’ve missed your smell,” he sighs. “I’ve missed how you feel. I’ve missed you so, so much.” He pulls away then, looking down at your hand. “And you’re still wearing the ring,” he points out. 

You look down at your hand where the sterling silver engagement ring sits, its diamonds sparkling at you. “Of course,” you whisper. “I never took it off. I’m engaged to you.” You want to tell him that you always dreamed he’d come back, that you wanted him to see you with it when he did. 

“So there’s been no one else?” he suddenly asks, his eyes sizing you up. “You haven’t been with any other man besides me?” Immediately, you shake your head. “No, Daddy,” you whisper, immediately falling back into the soft, obedient, submissive state that you always slide into with him as if it’s natural to you. And it is. He makes you feel so safe and loved and kept. It’s impossible not to do so all for him. “There’s been no one,” you say. “No one can ever make me feel the way you do.” 

A crooked smirk crosses Gojo’s lips that has you quivering in between your thighs. “So one has played with this body but me?” he asks. “No one has played with that pussy but me?” Again, you shake your head, your breath becoming short and labored. His eyes seem to dark even more, becoming an ocean blue. “That’s what I wanna hear,” he whispers. Then his lips are finally, finally, on yours, his tongue dancing and swirling with yours, creating a wet, sloppy, feverish kiss that takes your breath away. 

You moan wantonly into his mouth, wrapping your arms around him. Oh, how you’ve missed this. How you’ve only prayed to feel these lips again. At some point during the dizzying kissing session, Gojo pulls his clothes off, breaking apart from you to strip himself of his shirt, pants, and shoes, leaving himself in his designer briefs that look way tighter than usual.

Actually, now that you’re noticing it, his entire body looks buffer than usual. Gojo has always had muscles but was leaner three years ago. Now, his muscles are more defined, pushing up against his shirt when he has it on. 

He smirks at your wandering eyes. “Something you like, mama?” he purrs. He takes your hand, running it over his hard abs and chiseled abs where his pink nipples are hard for you, ready to be sucked. “Something…different?” 

“It’s just…you’re so…” You shudder in delight as he slides your hand down his stomach that you could bake cookies on. “Big,” you decide, running your free hand up his forearm. “You don’t have much to do in the Prison Realm except work out and masturbate,” he chuckles. “I wanted to be bigger and stronger for you when I was finally free. And I wanna let you know something, baby.” He leans in then, pressing his lips against your ear. “It’s all yours,” he whispers. “This body…this cock…everything. All of it is yours.” 

You shudder again as his dirty words swirl in your mind. He pulls away, smirking at you. “Lemme show you what I mean.” Then, instantly, he is snapping off your bra and flinging it away before his lips and hands are latching to your nipples. He sucks and licks at your hard, brown nipples like a hungered man, his hands groping the sensitive globes and pinching your nipples with his long, piano fingers. “Look at these beautiful fuckin’ titties,” he says, more to himself than to you. “I’ve missed my girls so much.” 

Your head falls back and your mouth opens, captured by the pleasure he is giving you. “S-Satoru,” you whimper. Every graze of his teeth and lick of his skillful tongue has your pussy gushing. You haven’t been this wet in three years! Actually, you haven’t even been horny in three years. No one has ever been able to arouse you the way Gojo can. 

You find yourself rolling your hips against his knee as your hands grasp his broad shoulders for balance and leverage. Gojo hums as you grind your wet, panty-covered pussy against his knee, smirking up at you playfully. “Grindin’ that pussy on my leg, hm?” he tuts. “Even after three years, you’re still a little slut. I wouldn’t have it any other way though.”

He gives one of your titties one last suck before he shoves himself away from you. You stare up at him, confused, while he only gives you a stern look. “Get on the bed and open your legs. I need that pussy in my face.” 

You are helpless to refuse him, especially when your pussy is begging and sobbing for the same thing. You quickly hurry onto the bed and sit back onto your elbows as you open your legs for him. Gojo is between them immediately, his hands ripping off your panties as if they are no more than strings. As soon as he gets a look at your puffy, wet pussy leaking for him, he groans and his cock visibly twitches in his pants. “Shit,” he hisses. “I’ve missed her too.” 

And then he’s giving in like he would the cleanest, purest, bluest waters, his hands under your ass to give him a better angle and a better way to plunge his tongue deeper inside you. He laps and sucks at your pussy and sensitive clit, his tongue flicking and swirling around your hole like he needs it. Craves it.

You grab at his hair, pushing his head deeper into you as you wail and moan to the heavens above. “O-Oh, my God!” you cry out to the ceiling. “‘Tatoru, yes, more! Please give me more! Don’t stop!” 

Your voice bounces off of the bedroom walls, unbound and unashamed. You haven’t had this kind of pleasure––so intense and explosive––in so long. His wet mouth and soft lips feel so good. His nose brushing against your clit as his tongue swirls inside your pussy is beyond. You feel incredible…too incredible. Gojo works his mouth fast, pulling you quickly towards an orgasm that gathers in your core and threatens to tumble down over you.

“Wait, Daddy!” you protest. “Slow down! ‘M gonna cum too fast!” 

Gojo’s blue eyes peer up at you through long, white lashes as he continues to lap at your cunt. “Do it,” he demands. “‘Cause I’m finna make you cum as many times as I want to. I’ll make you cream your pretty brains out till dawn, baby. I’m making up for lost time.” 

He ducks back down, going faster, and even adding his long index and middle fingers inside of the wet, tight depths of your pussy. Your walls clench around him instantly as he expertly finds your G-spot and begins gliding his fingers up against it, encouraging you to cum with every stroke of his fingers and tongue. “Do it,” he orders. “Cum for me. Cum around my fingers and my tongue, gorgeous. I’ve got you. I promise.” 

And you know he does. He grips one of your hips with one hand as he finger fucks you with the other, humming “mm-hmm” and other encouraging words that are smothered by your pussy as he drags you closer to your orgasm. When it finally breaks, it crashes onto you like a wave, causing your back to arch off of the bed like you’re experiencing an exorcism. “Fuck!” you sob as you feel your body shake and shudder through your earth-shattering orgasm. 

Moans of Gojo’s government and curses to the stars leave your lips as Gojo carries you through your mind-blowing, body-shaking, earth-quaking orgasm…and even after, when your body aches and your heart is pounding, he continues to eat your pussy.

He continues to lap and suck at your lips, cleaning up the cum that dribbles out your hole and down your asscrack. He licks there too, moaning breathlessly and wantonly as he does. Finally, when he is good and satisfied, he pulls away from you and sits back onto his hands, breathing heavily with his chin and lips shiny with your juices and his saliva. 

A weak moan leaves your lips as your pussy twitches in delight and exhaustion at being stimulated. You feel so, so good. So free. You finally feel as if the sun has finally shown itself behind the gray clouds that have darkened your life for three years. You look at your man adoringly, wanting him to know how much you love him and how good he has made you feel. “Gojo,” you sigh. “That was amazing. I–“ 

“Open your mouth,” he demands. You button your lip, your words failing you immediately. You stare at him blankly, your post-orgasm brain not quite processing his words. Gojo sits up on his knees on the mattress, grabbing his cock in his pants. “You fuckin’ heard me,” he growls. “Open that slutty mouth, now. Don’t make me tell you again, little girl.” He pins you down with an intimidating look that is only intensified by his sapphire eyes. 

Once again, you can’t deny him. While still recovering from your orgasm, you open your mouth wide for him, your plump lips covering your teeth and your tongue out. Just the way he likes it. Gojo walks towards you on his knees and stays beside you as he unbuttons his pants. In one swift motion, he takes down his pants and his briefs, causing his cock to pop out. The long, thick, veiny appendage, bubbling with pre-cum from its pink head, lightly slaps you in the face, causing you to gasp. 

Gojo grabs your neck rather roughly, pulling you towards his cock without properly preparing you or waiting for you to prepare yourself. You stare down at his large dick, alarmed at how hard he is. The veins in his shaft throb as does his head that is quickly turning from a soft pink to an angry red. “Gojo, hold up–“ 

But your words are interrupted by his cock sliding between your lips. A hiss of relief leaves Gojo’s lips as he grips your neck, beginning to rut his hips deep into your mouth. “Sorry, mama,” he groans, “but I can’t be nice to that throat today. I’m just too pent-up. You understand, right?”

You can’t even answer. His cock is too thick; too big; it stretches your mouth out too wide, making your jaw hurt. But all you have to do is breathe through your nose and take it, which Gojo tells you to do so, as he begins to fuck your throat like it’s your pussy. Like it’s his own personal fleshlight. 

“Fuckin’ fuck yes!” Gojo loudly grunts, his voice completely primal and animalistic as he roughly fucks your throat. Though he has fucked your throat before, this time, it feels much, much different. He grips your hair and makes your scalp sting with how much he pulls it. He plunges your throat so fast and so hard in your sloppy throat that saliva drips down your chin and down your tits. He turns your face into his fuck toy, doing with it as he pleases. 

But though primal and animalistic, he is still completely involved with your pleasure. When you suddenly feel his fingers quickly rubbing your clit after licking his palm, your body lurches and your thighs twitch while you whine and protest feebly around his cock. “Theeeere we go,” he chuckles. “That’s what I want. Feel good with me, mama. This is where your weak, right? Right here?” 

He applies more pressure, rubbing your rosebud in time with his thrusts into your throat, his balls swinging against your chin. All you can feel, taste, and smell is him. Your senses are completely overtaken by him. “T-Tawou!” You moan around his cock. “Two mwuch! ‘M sensitive!” Your words are a muffled, jumbled mess around his thick dick, causing more spit to fall from your mouth as you try to speak. 

You go to close your legs, but Gojo’s hand yanking on your hair stops you short. “Uh-uh, sweetie,” he teasingly says. “Don't pull away. You owe me this.” He pushes your head farther down his cock, bottoming out in your mouth, causing him to moan so loud that it echoes in the bedroom. “You owe me this for stayin’ so damn sexy after so long. How is that even possible?” He questions you repeatedly as he fucks your throat harder and faster, grunting as he does so. "How's that possible, huh? Huh? Tell me, baby.” 

You are turned into a total and complete hole the more he fucks your mouth and flicks your clit, bringing you to yet another orgasm that has your thighs shaking. Finally, he releases your hair and lets you pull away, causing his cock to pop out of your mouth. “Gonna cum!” you whine, spit and cum all over your mouth. “I’m cummin’ again, Satoru!” 

Gojo stares at your pussy like a kid in a candy store as you cum once again, gushing all around his long fingers and all over the bedsheets. “Gooood girl!” he praises you. “Cum on these fingers, baby. Gimme what I want, but don't get too distracted, mmkay?” He takes his cock and slides himself back home into your mouth even as you moan and your body writhes on the bed. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” he chants, transfixed by the way your body moves and your pussy clenches. “That’s what I want. This is what I need.”

He rubs at your clit until he can feel your exhausted body jerking from the aftershocks. He finally pulls away from you then, cock and all, though he is still hard and throbbing. “I need to fuck you now,” he growls, desperation in his eyes. “And I can’t stop until I cum inside you, baby…without a rubber. Is that okay with you?” 

You blink at him, your sight slightly blurred from the two orgasms and your throat raw from it being fucked into oblivion. He must know that you will say yes. He must know that you’ll say yes to anyone he wants or needs. But yet, he still asks because safe sex has always been a priority with him in your relationship. He has always used condoms and has always made a point to not do anything involving PIV sex if he happened to run out.

But now, here he is, telling you that he needs to fuck you raw and cum inside you, possibly breeding you. And you find yourself burning for the same thing like a wildfire has lit inside you. You lean back against the pillows and open your cum-soaked thighs for him, showing him your glistening, puffy, sensitive pussy. “Yes,” you reply. “Fuck me, Daddy. Cum inside me. Breed me.” 

Gojo stares at your pussy, spread open for him like it’s spun gold. Suddenly, the loving, silly, goofy man you’ve grown to love is gone, replaced with one who is starved, rough, demanding, and merciless. It thrills and frightens you.

“Oh, you’re gonna fuckin’ get it, girl,” he growls before he grabs you, tosses you onto your back, and gets on top of you. “I’m gonna fuck you till you’re spent,” he promises as he throws your legs over his shoulders and prepares to slide deep inside of you until his balls touch your ass. 

When he says this, he means it. Baby, Gojo has you in every position known to man.

He starts first by fucking you in missionary, giving you deep, deep dick that nearly touches your soul and makes you see stars. One of his big, veiny hands wraps around your throat, squeezing gently on your windpipe, while the other pins your thigh open as his cock plunges in and out of your wet, sobbing cunt. He pounds you into the mattress, his big body pressing against yours and his hips nailing your pelvis. 

Then he has you on top in 69, his hands groping and smacking your jiggly ass while he, once again, stuffs his face in your cunt. You suck his dick in time with his tongue laps, gagging and slobbering all over his cock much to his delight. It is sloppy and dirty and messy…and you love every minute of it.

You love how his pubic hairs tickle your chin the deeper you slide him down your throat. You love how your eyes sting with tears as he tickles the back of your throat. You love the way his tongue slides from your pussy hole to your asshole, lapping at each one as if they’re the best things he’s ever tasted. 

He fucks on your back, hanging off the bed. He fucks you on your stomach, your ass tooted up while his feet are firmly planted on the bed, hammering his dick deep inside of you. He sucks you on your side, his hands cupping your jiggling breasts while his lips caress your neck and shoulder. And he makes you cum every. Single. Time. 

By the time he has you on your knees with his cock buried deep in your pussy once again and your arms pulled behind your back, your body is aching for rest and your pussy is a mushy, gushy mess around his cock. 

But still you persist, moaning and screaming at the top of your lungs the harder he fucks you. Your voice, along with his own, the creaking bedsprings, and the sound of skin slapping against skin, fills the air around you. “Yes, yes, Daddy, yes, fuck me!” you babble, your words a jumbled mess.

Gojo cackles from behind you, loving how slutty and broken you are on his cock. “You feelin’ good, baby?” he asks. “This dick makin’ you feel good? Don’t have to use those damn toys or those fingers anymore, no. You’ve got me now and I’ll take good, good care of this pussy.” 

He slams his hips harder against your ass, making it bounce and jiggle. The harder he goes, the more intense your orgasm gets and you find yourself about to have your sixth orgasm of the day…or night. Is it nighttime now? You can't tell. You’ve been at this for hours, fucking and cumming all over the bed. You don't even know what day it is anymore.

All you can think about is Gojo’s dick and cumming on it. “Shit, I’m gonna cum again!” you sob. 

Gojo’s hand circles around your throat, choking you. “Cum on this dick,” he demands. “Do it! Fuckin’ do it for me, baby!”

And you do. Like a puppet on a string being controlled by the white-haired, big-dicked man behind you, you writhe in the air and cum all over his cock. A weak, long moan leaves your lips as you come undone, all self-control leaving you. Gojo pulls out of you with a hiss, talking about how “fuckin’ tight” you are. When you’re released, your arms fall to your sides as you crumble onto the mattress, falling face-first into the pillow. Your body is hot and sweaty, your pussy is twitching, your ass is stinging from his assault on it. You are completely spent. 

Gojo leans down to kiss your forehead, smiling at your exhaustion. “Aww, is my baby tired now?” he coos. You weakly moan in response, too tired to speak. “Too bad because I still need to cum inside you. You did ask me to breed you and I’ve gotta make this count.” 

Before you can even protest, he is grabbing your weak body and forcing you onto your knees, hiking your ass up for him. He sinks into your overly sensitive, used pussy once more, drawing a moan out of both of you. You let him do as he pleases, too exhausted to fight or argue.

He takes hold of your hips and ruts into you like his life depends on it, nailing that spot again and again that makes you see the entire universe behind your eyelids. It feels so damn good. He fucks you at a breakneck pace, going faster with each second that passes. “O-Oh, s-shit!” you scream into the mattress. “F-Fuck, Daddy, f-f-u-uck!” 

Gojo’s fucking is egged on by your moans, his pelvis slamming into your ass and taking your very breath away. “Take this cock,” he groans. “Take all of this dick, baby. It’s yours. All of it is fuckin’ yours. It always was and always will be.” He hikes up his leg and fucks you on one knee, causing him to grow louder and his moans to become more desperate and needy. 

“God, I missed this!” he whines. “I’ve been fucking burning for you, baby. Needed you so, so much!” You picture him in the Prison Realm, his hand wrapped around his cock as he is surrounded by darkness and loneliness. As tears spring into your eyes, you lift yourself up onto weak arms to look back at him. “Then show me,” you whisper. “Show me how much you’ve missed me. Cum inside me, ‘Tarou, baby.” 

You begin to toss your ass back into him, meeting his every thrust. Gojo takes what you give him and serves it right back, moving in tandem with you. “You want me to cum?” he asks. You nod, moaning and whimpering as you feel his cock begin to swell inside you. “You want me to feel that pussy up?” he grunts. “Want me to make you a mommy? Want me to give you a kid? My kid?” 

He begins to pound your pussy into the mattress again, picking up speed. You can feel your last orgasm rising, ready to rip through you. “Say it to me, mama,” he demands. “Tell me you want my baby. Lemme hear it.” 

“Yes!” you cry out. “Yes, Satoru, I want your child! I wanna mother your baby!” That must please Gojo because he begins rolling his hips harshly against your ass, rutting into you like he’s trying to fit a home run. His handsome face is red and glittering in sweat, his snow-white hair plastered to his wet forehead.

“Can’t wait to see you full with me,” he groans. “Can’t wait till this tummy is round with my baby and those tits are full of milk. You’re gonna look so, so pretty carryin’ my baby, sweetheart. You’re gonna be the best mommy ever.” 

And he’ll be the best daddy ever. That is all you can think as you feel your own orgasm rising at the same time as him, like the sun and the moon rising in unison in the sky. Forever bonded. Forever together.

“Gonna cum,” Gojo warns. “Gonna cum deep inside you. You’d better cum with me too. Cum all over my cock, baby. Cum with me while I fill this little pussy up.” 

You nod and wail into the pillow, gripping it for dear life as another blinding orgasm rips through your body. Gojo fucks into your wet, cum-soaked pussy until he feels his own nut coming and he desperately fucks you to chase his high. “Cumming!” he babbles. “‘M cummin’, I’m cummin’, I’m cummin’!”

And when he fills you up, it’s explosive. It’s deep. It’s intense. It fills every part of you, filling you with warmth and the feeling of being absolutely filled to the brim. You weakly moan as you feel his cum fill your tummy, no doubt reaching your womb. He stills for a moment, plugging his cum inside you, before slowly and sloppily rocking his hips into you to fuck his cum deep into your pussy. 

When he is finally sure that you’re good and bred, he puts his hands on his narrow hips and whistles tiredly. “Shit,” he sighs. “I really needed that.” You moan in agreement. He then pulls out of you slowly, causing you to whimper quietly as your aching pussy is no longer filled.

He stares at it between your thighs, humming appetizingly. “Mmm, now that’s a sight: a pretty, fucked pussy drippin’ with my cum. Don’t mind if I do.” 

Then his mouth is between your thighs again, lapping gently at his and your cum mingled together all over your pussy and inner thighs. You arch your back for him, moaning softly at his soft, careful tongue strokes.

When he finishes, you turn to him, finding his semi-hard cock dripping with your mingled fluids. “You still got some left here, Daddy,” you coo before moving to lap up the cum you left behind on his cock. He allows it, his hand in your hair while he sighs about how good you are. 

Once you are cleaned up and all is said and done, the two of you finally lay side by side in your bed, together again at last. You curl into his chest, leaning your head against his heart and wrapping your arms around him. He welcomes it, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead “Welcome home, baby,” you whisper as you look up at him. “Now you gonna tell me how you got out?” 

He looks down at you, almost as if he forgot he was supposed to answer a bunch of your very important questions. “Oh, Itadori did that,” he explains like he’s telling you the weather. “He’s a smart kid, y’know. Say, you up for some sushi? I’m cravin’ some fish right now.” 

All you can do is laugh and kiss your man before getting the takeout menu that you keep in the nightstand next to the bed. All the important questions can wait.

For now, all you want and need is him.

THE END.

[aroacenezhaanddainsleif]

"demon child"

i think lmk li jing should have been worse :)

"Father-" Nezha's mech takes a step forward, metal clanging against the asphalt.

Li Jing swirls around, glaring with a gaze filled with both anger and fear. "SILENCE!" He snarls, lifting the pagoda in one bracelet-clad hand. "Do not make me subdue you once more, Nezha."

Nezha is no fool. He knows all of them can see him flinch, even through the layers of iron and steel. He knows all of them can see the spear waver in his mech's fingers, foot shifting backward out of defense.

Ever the savior, Wukong steps forward to his defense, brown-orange fur bristling. "Hey, what the fuck, Li?" He snarls, tail swishing in agitation. "Us I get, but your own son?"

Nezha's father raises his pagoda, glare tightening the wrinkles around his eyes. "You have no right to judge me, simian. Or shall I remind you-" the seal upon the circlet reactivates, and Nezha can only watch in horror as Wukong cries out in pain, dropping to his knees. The rest of his friends- can Nezha even call them his friends, with how little he knows of them?- try to resist the tug of the pagoda's magic, but their feet start to slip.

He doesn't want to go back to that lotus-painted door again. He doesn't want to be crushed and confined under a heavy floor again. He doesn't want his tongue silenced and his actions subdued again. He doesn't want to be trapped ever again.

...But isn't he now?

Trapped in compliance, frozen in time as he watches them lose this fight?

Nezha is no fool.

He knows he is a hound that has been muzzled and chained- he knew that when they took away his strongest weapons and raised a pagoda at him for harboring the slightest thoughts of disobedience. He has always known.

But for the sake of the trust MK talked of, for the sake of what Nezha once stood for- a two-handed spear breaks through the pagoda's cyclone, severing the magic. Nezha can only watch as the dragon girl yells for Mr. Tang, everyone staring at him with confusion and pity as a golden glow takes them far away.

He knows his punishment. He knows why the pagoda was created.

He leaves his mech, bowing his head before his father as he awaits what is due.

"...Return to the Celestial Realm."

He is given a mercy. An unexpected one, at that, but one that makes his bowed head sigh toward the asphalt with relief. As of now, his use outweighs his disobedience.

He watches his father take off toward the horizon, mumbling an apology as he disappears from the festively lit alleyway in a swirl of lotus petals. He knows what it's like to be a chaos child, destined for destruction- he can only hope MK will have a happier tale than he did.

"...So hey, are we just going to gloss over what the fuck just happened with Nezha??" Mei asks once she's back on her feet within the mountain cavern, gesturing wildly at Wukong to explain.

"He-" Wukong starts, then stops, scratching his arm. "His dad... I knew something about it, but I always thought people were exaggerating. Cause c'mon, Nezhy? I know he's got a temper, but that-"

"Monkey King, WHAT are you talking about?" MK scratches his head, leaning on Mei with a similarly confused expression.

Wukong hesitates, pacing against the stone ground of the temple, then sighs. He opens his mouth-

And is beat to it.

"That pagoda was created to subdue Nezha." Tang interrupts. He pushes his glasses farther up his nose, focusing his gaze on crumbling towers high above. "...I remember the story now."

When he's finished regaling the tale in a quiet tone, the Monkie Gang has reeled through a rollercoaster of emotions- anger, disgust, pity, sympathy, and rage. Pigsy rolls up his sleeves, marching out towards the nearest wall with a loud "I'm gonna go back and give that fuckin' 'father' of his a piece of my goddamn mind-"

Sandy lays a gentle hand on his shoulder, steering the chef back. "Pigsy. Not right now." He says, although nobody misses the clenched fist of his other hand.

Wukong sighs. "...I always thought people were playing it up, but... I guess not." He closes his eyes, trying to reign in the feeling of guilt bubbling up inside him. To think he bullied Nezha for it, not understanding just how conflicted he must have been... Most definitely not for the first time in Wukong's life, he feels like an idiot who failed a friend. But there's nothing he can do about it now- so he rolls his shoulders back, settling his bristling fur as he waves everyone towards the stone passageway. "Welp! Traumatic backstories aside, time to get the world-saving-adventure underway, everyone!"

As for Nezha... They'll all just have to hope he's alright.

[caplanbuckybarnes]

CheaterCheaterBestFriendEater

Summary: After you'd gotten drunk with Tony one night when Steve was away on a mission, you never expected to be heartbroken I the morning.

Warnings: cheating, an abortion (not descriptive, just a brief mention of one), cheater!reader, pisse!steve (honestly, he should have been way more raged lol)

Word Count: 879

@saiilorstars sent in a GIF for a drabble. I'm going to do the Bucky one as well. Sorry, it's late, LOL.

Read on Ao3!

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You knew from the look in his eyes that he was pissed. It didn’t take a brain surgeon to see that. You’d accidentally sent a text message to him that was meant entirely for someone else. Which, in retrospect, shouldn’t have been a problem. Expect that the text message revealed that you were pregnant.

And it couldn’t have been Steve’s. 

He had been on a mission with the Avengers and Guardians, tracking down half-devoured worlds to help restore them. He had been gone for over two months when you texted him this revealing information.

You felt lonely. You felt depressed. You were alone in the compound with Tony and Bucky. All it took was one lonely and drunk night to find yourself waltzing into Tony’s room first and seducing him, to promise that you wouldn’t tell a soul about your little escapades that night. But little had you known of the consequences. You could have sworn you took your birth control pill that morning. 

But as you looked at the tablet, the day’s previous one was still sealed shut. You waited several days before texting Tony while he ran errands with Bucky before letting him know. But of course, you had clicked on Steve’s pinned message on your phone without thinking before typing the message:

How the fuck am I supposed to fucking tell Steve, who is my goddamn BOYFRIEND, that I slept with one of his best friends and got pregnant? What the actual fuck, Tony?

It was with horror that you realised you’d sent the message to the wrong pinned message. You knew Steve would be arriving home shortly, so you’d been waiting for him on the house porch the four of you shared for bonding.

As he approached you, you stood up, swallowing the vomit that wanted to splatter all over the ground in front of you. “Do you have something you need to get off your chest, Y/N?”

“I’m glad to see you back, Steve,” you smiled at him shyly, not knowing what he was thinking. You always hated it when he was angered. He almost almost shut down his emotions when he was enraged. 

“Is Tony here? Bucky?” He asked, looking past you into the open door, down the house's hallway.

“They’re out getting dinner for all of us,” you swallowed the vomit down once again. You wished he’d just \look\ at you, for fuck’s sake. “Steve, I-”

“Save it,” he demanded, staring at you with pure disgust. “I’ll talk with Tony and see what he says, and I swear to god, if this was a mutual event, you’re not going to like the person I become.” Before you could say a single word in reply, he stormed past you, almost knocking into your shoulder as he leapt up the stairs in one motion.

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Later that night, you stayed in the bed you shared with Steve, glancing at his empty side every few seconds. He and Tony had gone on a car ride hours earlier, leaving you and Bucky alone in the house. You knew you had fucked up. You knew you were in the wrong. You only hoped that Steve wouldn’t hurt Tony in the process.

Unable to sleep, even hours later, you finally decided to leave the bed and roam into the kitchen downstairs, only to find Tony sitting at the table with an empty beer bottle cradled in between his clasped hands.

“Tony?” you spoke, causing him to lift his head and stare at you. “Where’s Steve?”

“Out in the back chopping wood, I think,” he answered, surprisingly sober. “I told him you promised me you’d abort the damn thing. It was the only way to save both of our asses. It was a drunken mistake, and it never should have happened.” 

“Tony-”

“I’m calling T’challa in the morning to see about transporting you to Wakanda for a few days. Steve had the idea, not me, so don’t yell at me over it. I suggest you go pack about a week’s worth of clothes.”

“It’s the middle of the night, Tony,” you made to go to the back door before Tony stood up to block your way. “He needs sleep, Tony, and so do you and me. I can’t let him keep doing this.”

“Why not?” he replied. "We need the wood for the fireplace anyway. He didn’t kill me, so I think we’re both winning in this situation. Now go pack. I'll have Bucky drive you to the airport in the morning. Shuri will be picking you up from there."

There was no use in arguing with the man. Upstairs, you went to grab a large bag from your closet before going into the closet again and grabbing several outfits for the time you'll be staying in Wakanda.

--

You stayed in Wakanda for almost two months before Steve finally reached out to you with apologies and a desire to return home. He'd said he was deeply upset at your mistrust and still loved you. All you wanted was to be wrapped up in his arms again.

Another few days passed before you were woken up from your sleep to see Steve standing before your bed, holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers.

"It's time to go home, Y/N."

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Could you do Bill and reader having a fat “what are we” moment after hooking up in his hotel room after a concert in 2008? (Reader is also in the band)

(Hey! Sure I can, enjoy! Also this is kinda a scenario to my commitment Issues reader I did sorta)

What The Fuck Are We

A lot could explain how you both ended up here, Bill's head in your lap, barely dressed as you wore his shirt, both lying in the same bed once more.

It was a dance, really.

Friends with benefits, you said. Bill was alright with it, kisses, exchanged glances and hidden touches.

But as he lay with you after another night in the sheets, the feeling of wanting more kept eating at him.

"You okay?" Bill asked, almost a whisper as he held your hand that once played with his hair, kissing your palm as he looked up at you.

"I'm okay, Bill. You always do that." You smiled, laughing at his question he always asked every time.

"It's the least I can do." Bill sighed as he sat up, watching you shake your head at him before moving to slip out the sheets.

Bill wanted to reach for you, he did, but you never stayed, and he knew that.

Bill couldn't help but glance a few times as you got dressed, not missing the way you snagged his shirt and threw it on.

"You sure you have to leave?" Bill asked once again, seeing the way you paused for a moment as you sighed.

"You know the answer to that. You treat it like it's a relationship." You shook off once more, Bill standing up off the bed, thankfully having boxers on.

"Then what is it?" Bill questioned quickly, can't help but to finally ask the question that got him a look, the slight annoyance and pull in his chest fueling his words.

"Don't do that." You scoffed, fixing your hair in the mirror to not get caught looking suspicious leaving his room.

"Don't do what?" Bill scoffed back, used to but fed up by your behavior, knowing you knew how he felt, but continued to act as if it was nothing.

"Seriously, (Name). Are we dating? Are we fucking? Or are we just 'best friends', cause I don't even know!" Bill practically yelled, watching as you turned finally to face him.

"I don't know, Bill!" You yelled, mere feet from him as you watched his mere anger fade away to confusion.

"This way you can at least have something from me and I can have something from you without shit getting in the way." You said, your own issues stopping you from want could be.

"I want more, (Name). Do you not want to be with me?" Bill asked, hurt but wanting an answer, pointing at himself.

"I didn't say that." You refused to look at Bill, crossing your arms over your chest as if it could defend you.

"Then why won't you admit it?" Bill asked gently, stepping closer to you, hoping you wouldn't walk out that door.

You stayed silent for a moment before you felt Bill take your hand, using his finger to tilt your chin to look at him.

"Are you afraid to get hurt? Like you did with him?" Bill asked, searching your face for an answer as he finally got it, having seen the damage your ex left behind first hand.

Bill took your silence as a yes, and the way your eyes looked away and slightly flooded, he knew it was true.

"I wouldn't hurt you. I never would." Bill muttered, giving the best smile he could for your reassurance.

"...How am I supposed to know that?" You asked, your voice weaker through emotions, but still as strong as it was, which was something Bill loved about you.

"Can't you let me prove it?" Bill asked, waiting for an answer as he cupped your face with his hands, the intimacy something more than what you guys used to share.

You didn't answer, looking over his face for any search of a lie or a reason to not let him in in the way you feared, afraid of being hurt once more or a reason to walk out the door.

You didn't find one.

Bill took his chance, locking his lips with yours in a kiss, one more intimate and passionate than the ones he gifted you from before, one that would seal it.

And as you kissed Bill, and as he held you there, for some reason you could finally feel something worth possibly being hurt for.

Because it meant being with Bill

[sevendeadlywhispers]

7Seals

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Chapter 17

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•Content: Levi Ackerman × OC female. Slow Burn! Canon verse!

•Word Count: 1.3k

•Warning: This content may not be suitable for all readers. If you've watched all of AOT then you will understand that the show handles heavy subjects such as abuse, racism, violence, and other heavy subjects. This fanfiction will also have the same heavy themes. Chapters with heavy themes will be marked with (*) at each chapter.

A/N: Hey y’all ♡

I’m having horrible writers block. Some pieces aren’t fitting the way I wanted to so I can only do one chapter this week. I’ve decided that one Thursday every month I won’t post unless I’m itching to. My goal for that is to make sure I don’t catch up to my chapters I haven’t posted yet so I have something for y’all to read when I get stuck. Hopefully I get some creative juices in me soon cause there’s so much I have to still write about. I’m so excited for the third seal🫶🏼

Also! Shoutout to all y’all who binged the story recently. I loved seeing each part you were all at! It really helped me write some stuff for the current chapter I’m on. Love y’all’s support!!!!

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"Captain Levi"

I narrowed my eyes at the sight of him—the man I despised more than any other. His once proud stature had been reduced to that of a broken man, shackled by his own demons and the weight of his crimes.

I met his gaze with a steely glare, his eyes held a feral intensity, worse from the last time I saw him.

"Alexander," I replied icily, keeping my tone devoid of emotion. His smile widened, revealing a row of yellowed teeth.

"What brings you here?" he asked, his voice dripping with malice.

"I was in town," I replied curtly. "Wanted to see how desperate and disgusting you looked after all these years."

His laughter echoed off the walls of the cell, a hollow sound that mixed together with the clinking of shackles on his limbs.

"Ah, Levi, always the charmer," he mocked, his eyes gleaming with malice.

"Did you miss me?"

I clenched my fists at my sides, struggling to maintain my composure in the face of his taunts.

"Careful now," I warned, forcing a smirk. "Wouldn't want to end up like last time."

But Alexander just laughed, reclining against the cold stone floor with a smug smirk.

"Oh Levi," he sighed, his voice dripping with disdain. "You're so quick to violence. Makes me wonder if above ground is really meant for someone like you."

"You're one to talk," I shot back, my voice laced with venom. "You grew up in the same filth I did."

But he just laughed, a cruel, mocking sound that echoed off the walls of the cell.

"You think we're the same, huh?" he taunted, his eyes boring into mine with a chilling intensity.

I took a step closer to him, my fists clenched at my sides as I fought to suppress the rage bubbling beneath the surface.

"I might be a rat, but I'm not a shitbag like you," I spat, my voice dripping with contempt. "Cut the shit and tell me— who's killing the Scouts again? Is it Carter? You calling the shots behind bars?"

But Alexander remained silent, his smug smirk never wavering as he watched my every move. I gritted my teeth in frustration, knowing that Erwin's orders bound my hands, preventing me from unleashing the full extent of my wrath upon him.

I pivoted on my heel to turn back but the echo of Alexander's voice pulled me back into the suffocating atmosphere of his cell.

"How's Iris?" he jeered, his grin twisting into a smirk that oozed malice. I shot him a withering glare, my fists clenching at my sides.

"You don't deserve to know a damn thing about her,"

His laughter grated on my nerves, a grating sound that echoed off the stone walls.

"Touchy, touchy," he taunted, his eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement.

"Let me ask you something though. Did you fuck her yet? Or is she still saving herself for marriage?"

"Shut your mouth, scum," I growled, my voice low and dangerous.

But he just leaned against the cell bars, his smirk widening into a smirk.

"What's the matter, Captain? Can't handle a little banter?"

Before I could stop myself, my hand shot through the bars of his cell, seizing his collar with a vice-like grip. With a swift motion, I yanked him towards me, his body slamming against the unforgiving iron bars.

I watched with grim satisfaction as his face contorted in pain, the metal pressing into his flesh. Yet, despite the agony etched across his features, he dared to smirk at me, his eyes gleaming with twisted amusement.

"I know she's in Wall Sina right now," Alexander choked out against my grip.

"Stay the fuck away," I growled, my voice low and dangerous, as I spat in his face, relishing the sight of my saliva trailing down his cheek.

His smirk widened into a grotesque grin, his tongue darting out to lick his lips in a vulgar display. "It won't be me touching her," he taunted, his words a venomous echo in the dimly lit cell.

Disgust surged through me like a tidal wave, fueling the fury that burned within. The red haze descended over my vision, a veil of fury that clouded my senses and consumed my every thought. In that moment, rationality fled, leaving only raw, unbridled rage coursing through my veins.

This insolent little shit thought he could mock me, thought he could make light of the pain and suffering he'd caused. The audacity of it all ignited a firestorm within me, stoking the flames of my fury to new heights.

My elbow met his face with relentless force, each blow a symphony of vengeance echoing through the cold, stone halls of this damp dungeon. His anguished cries reverberated off the walls, a jarring agony that served as a grim will to his crimes.

I cared not for the ears that heard his pleas, nor for the consequences that may follow. All that mattered was the burning desire to see him suffer, to witness him endure the same torment he had so callously inflicted upon her.

The sight of blood streaming down his battered visage only fueled my resolve of the justice he so rightfully deserved. Though my pristine white shirt bore the stains of his punishment, I cared not for appearances. All that mattered was the relentless pursuit of retribution, a relentless storm of fury that showed no signs of abating.

His screams filled the air, a symphony of agony that still echoed through the darkness of the cell block. But even as the blood began to flow, I felt no satisfaction, no relief from the torment that gnawed at my soul.

I wanted him dead.

As I stood amidst the chaos, the echoes of my own name reverberated through the air, accompanied by the unwelcome touch of another's hands upon my person. My immediate response was sharp and unforgiving.

"Get the fuck off me," I growled, my voice cutting through the clamor as I forcefully shook off the unwanted contact, releasing my grip on Alexander and allowing him to crumple to the ground in a heap.

"We need a medic!"

The urgency in the interior police's voices only served to heighten the tension of the situation, their frantic shouts mingling with the sound of my own exasperated sigh.

"You got blood all over my sleeve," I muttered irritably, casting a disdainful glance at Alexander as I attempted to straighten out the mess he had caused.

Turning my attention to the trembling interior police, I couldn't help but feel a surge of impatience at their obvious unease. Rolling up my sleeves to conceal the bloodstains, I met their gaze with a cool and unwavering stare.

"His nose is broken. Might want to get that taken care of quickly or he might lose consciousness. Either way, I don't care," I stated bluntly, my words devoid of sympathy as I prepared to leave the scene behind me.

"Hey, you can't leave yet," one of the interior police protested, attempting to bar my path with a shaky hand.

"And why's that?" I countered, arching an eyebrow at the young officer before me, his nervous demeanor only serving to irritate me further.

"You need to fill out an incident report," he explained, his voice trembling with uncertainty as he attempted to assert his authority.

Glancing back at Alexander, who lay bloodied and battered on the floor, I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at the absurdity of the situation.

"Your incident report is barely breathing on the ground right now, I suggest you take care of it." I instructed calmly, yet with an unmistakable undercurrent of authority in my tone.

The young man quivered before me, his resolve crumbling beneath the weight of my stare. With a muttered apology, he stepped aside, allowing me to pass with a nod of acknowledgment.

"Smart choice."

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[judgementdaysunshine]

Just tell me why

Pairing: Christian Cage x Fem reader

Description: After heated arguments and ring side yelling things boil over between you and Christian

You and Christian had known each other for years being in WWE in the late 90's before both of you left with you joining ECW in 2003 until it finally closed a few years later while christian joined TNA before returning to WWE. He eventually retired for a couple of years due to a head injury from a match After a few years of being on tna you decided to leave and head to AEW noticing quite a bit more creative freedom and since your old friends Sting and Jeff were on there fitting right in with the rest of the roster until an old face came back into your life, the last few years between you and christian were messy due to both your crazy schedules but also due to him somewhat ignoring you feeling that you had done something to upset him but when you look back and even talk to Edge and ask him about it he tells you that christian had talked about wanting to see you or return to tna until his injury that had him retire for the last few years feeling confused and frustrated after you and him would be yelling and arguing with each other until one day after a really bad argument at ringside during his match you had called edge telling him everything before going out for a hectic three way match with Saraya and Willow Nightingale leading you to be thrown onto glass wincing at the burning feeling coursing through you. Once you were checked over and only had small cuts and scrapes you head to your locker room only to hear christian talking loudly on the phone stopping when you hear edge on the other end "You fucking love her yet you make her feel like shit and think you don't care about her at all!" tears form in your eyes knowing that he was talking about what you had told him earlier and that he was pissed the way his best friend had been treating you not realizing christian had seen you as you turn and go in your locker room slowly showering washing a little dried blood off you before changing and watching sting's match turning when you hear a knock opening it to find christian who walks in and closes the door "Listen I know I haven't been the best person here lately but I have a reason for it" you feel frustration wash over you yet again before looking at him trying to keep your emotions buried in asking him one question you had wondered for the past few weeks "Christian just tell me why, why have you been doing all this?" he looks at you feeling his heart crack at the tears that form in your eyes knowing that he had definitely messed things up "Cause I thought I had lost you and I didn't know if I could get you back" the words hit you like a ton of bricks and leave you confused before the gap between the two of you is sealed almost yelping when christian surges forward pressing your lips together wrapping your arms around his shoulders before he pulled away "I have loved you for years and after what happened the last time I saw you in WWE I couldn't forgive myself for it so I'd rather you hate me because of it". The last time the two of you saw each in WWE was a tag team match together before he got his head injury and during that match he had accidentally ran into you leading to you landing and hurting your rib as well as your eye bleeding which affected him more than you thought "That wasn't your fault and I'm okay my rib was cracked and it healed and my eye is perfect" you wrap your arms around him before another kiss is shared "I love you" the words hit him in the heart realizing it wasn't his fault for you getting hurt and that you didn't blame him for it but also that you both returned the twenty years of held in feelings for each other as you laid in his arms on the couch in your locker room in a peaceful silence as Collision finished up.

[aesthetically-meme]

Everyone needs to know right now how SPECIFIC Exist for Love is. @that-fanperson-meg COME HERE (please)

It is SO SPECIFIC FOR TWILIGHT AND DUSK. IT IS LITERALLY DUSK RAMBLING TO TK ABOUT HOW MUCH HE MEANS TO THEM, AND THEM INADVERTENTLY CONFESSING THEIR ENTIRE FUCKING EXISTENCE TO HIM.

DO YOU UNDERSTAND? CAUSE I'M ABOUT TO RAMBLE SO FUCKING HARD, HERE WE GO.

I've never felt like this before/my heart knew I couldn't/and then you take me in/and everything in me begins to feel like I belong/like everybody needs a home

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛

When Dusk first met Twilight, they were very distant, but not in a social way. It didn't seem like Dusk was really there, they were almost hollow. It was scary to see an astral like that. However upon interacting with Twilight, they're instantly filled with life. (I'll talk more about this later teehee)

And when I take your hand/like the world has never held a man/I know I cannot heal the hurt/but I will hold you here forever/if I can, if I can

Basically Dusk saying that they'll always be there for Twilight. They aren't able to undo what's happened to him, but they can be there for him and give him all the love he deserves, whether or not he thinks he does.

And then I learned the truth/how everything good in life seems to lead back to you/and every single time I run into your arms/I feel like I exist for love/like I exist for love/only for love

THAAATTSSSSSSS LITERALLY THEM AKXNAKDNANSJWNSNW, THEY HAVE SUCH A STRONG BOND IT MAKES DUSK FEEL LIKE THEY HAVE A PURPOSE‼️

After leaving the GSA and coming to terms that they're alone, they realize how happy Twilight made them. Yes, being in the GSA wasn't all that bad. They had Maestro and their fellow astrals around them. But Twilight was family, he was one of the main things that drove them to strive for greatness. They wanted to protect the light that Twilight cast.

I can't imagine how it is to be forbidden from loving

Dusk is physically incapable of not feeling some form of love due to their matter. Upon hearing how Estelle treated Twilight, they'd immediately start clinging to him again. The idea that someone could ever be mean or abusive towards Twilight physically hurts them.

Cause when you walked into my life/I could feel my life begin/like I was torn apart the minute I was only born/and you're the other half/the only thing that makes me whole

Now, I know what I just said. But when Dusk was found by Maestro, she could tell there was some sort of enchantment over them. It blocked off their emotions, sealing them deep within them. She couldn't break the spell, but hoped Dusk would meet someone in the GSA that could help chip away at the spell via love.

Despite being with Maestro when they met Twilight, Dusk didn't immediately feel a connection to Maestro. For the first few weeks of them being in the GSA, they where kinda quiet, a bit empty. (No one could truly figure out why. Only Dusk would figure out later it was because of some sort of spell.) It's not until they meet Twilight do they suddenly become 'alive'. Dusk's soul is attracted to Twilight's wounded heart. Think of it like Sora from kh when he took in Ventus' heart. Except Dusk's soul made itself heal so they could help Twilight heal.

I know it sounds like a lot/but you really need to know/we are leaning out for love/and we will lean for forever, I know/I love you so

Clearly this must be overwhelming for Twilight, but they desperately need to know how loved he is. He puts too much on himself and not only is it hurting him, but it's hurting Dusk too. Twilight has so many people he can count on, and there's many people that are yet to be discovered.

And when you say my name/like white horses on the waves/I think it feels the same/as an ocean in my veins/and you'll be diving in/like nothing is out of place

Just acknowledging their bond gives Dusk life. It's like seeing your best friend and getting excited at the idea of just briefly interacting. You could not talk to each other for weeks and then see each other and chat like you spoke the day prior.

And we exist for love/only for love

They're acknowledging that if they were to lose the other then ... Yeah. A bit sad, but truthfully, both would be lost if the other were to die. But also speaking of their race as Heart Matter. Dual purpose yknow.

And I love you, I love you, I love you x2

Dusk will tell Twilight they love him however many times he needs to hear it to believe it. They aren't shy about being affectionate and will rightfully do anything to make their best friend feel better.

[gothyck]

Ana's surprised it's taken her this long.

Really she should've done it the first time they'd met, back when Gus was more stain than person—scruffy and foul smelling, dirt and blood caked under his fingernails. It would've been appropriate then, and one could hardly blame Ana, for wanting to reach into his stomach and pull until there was nothing left—not when he'd found her the way he did.

But, again, he'd stunk back then. Ana hadn't wanted to get anywhere near his flea-ridden beard or grime covered skin.

She has no qualms about it now, of course.

And Gus stands there and takes it, like the idiot he is.

He watches his own intestines slop onto the ground, unfurling like a sad, fleshy knot that hadn't been tied tight enough. He wears the pain openly on his face, even though he makes no move to resist.

“Man, that looks gnarly.” Gus talks like he's commenting on the weather.

Ana grinds her heel into his intestine, waiting to catch him wince. “You're enjoying this too much, Gus.”

He blinks, like he's only just remembered. “Weird, right? Pretty sure I've had nightmares about this actually, but it's you so it's like, not actually that bad.”

Not for the first time, Ana wonders to herself: what. As in what is this guy thinking, what is this guy made of, what the fuck.

She reaches up to his face, cradling his face gently for a moment. Gus's eyes go wide. The smell of blood and flesh permeate the air. He looks vulnerable, like he might pledge fealty to her right here and now, or ask her to prom. Ana takes his nose between her fingers and breaks it.

“Jesus fuck—”

The surprise is infinitely more satisfying than whatever he was doing before.

Ana laughs. Gus whines. He slowly, sadly picks his flesh up off the floor, holding it in a pathetic little pile in his hands.

“Next time I give you a job you do it properly.”

Gus stops attempting to shove his insides back inside him long enough to smirk at Ana. “Or what? You gonna rip my guts out again? 'Cause this isn't so bad.”

God. This man is messed up. “No, freak, next time you fuck up I'm going to get my witch friend place a little curse on you.”

“What kind of curse?”

Ana smiles, slow and purposeful. Gus shivers a little.

“The kind that makes it so that we can't ever be in the same room ever again. You step within two feet of me and you go up in flames. You'll die before you've even registered the sight of me.”

Something flickers across Gus's face. Some horror, a little bit of desperation, and a strange kind of longing that makes Ana wholly uncomfortable. It's the most genuine emotion he's shown this entire night.

Every time she's in Gus's company she feels wrong-footed, it's infuriating.

“Don't curse me please, I'll be so good.” The sincerity in his voice actually makes her want to cringe.

“Are you a fucking dog?” Ana asks. Rhetorical question. It doesn't feel far off from the truth. “Just don't fuck up again.”

The hole in Gus's stomach is already beginning to seal back up. His expression shifts back into what Ana's used to—something deceptively vacant, and blatantly revering.

“Yes, boss!” He salutes her.

Ana turns and leaves. She is in desperate need of normal company.

[mejomonster]

Silent Reading, chapter 25. Their first flirt! Omg! I didn't pay attention to these things last time! ToT

1. Love how Fei Du says it without thinking, so sorry my dude, subconsciously somewhere in there you either already like him (my condolences) or you're so used to flirting with Everyone Else that the instant ur not fighting him you do it to him too and... that has now opened pandoras box. You can't put it back and undo it. He's now a person that Can Be flirted with, that Is Categorized dating material in ur mind, so sorry Fei Du. You've just sealed your fate.

2. Lol at both of them turning silent and feeling something is off about those words. Both of them internally: wait that wasn't an insult like usual.... that was a flirtation? ???!!!??!?!! Oh fuck fuck oh what what WAIT why oh dear. Oh no it's already happened. Fei Du: I just hit on the bitch trying to play caretaker 7 years I'm dying inside let Me rot away -.- Luo Wenzhou: that... BRAT, he's escalated from normal insults to sexual ones. T-T

3. Both of them IMMEDIATELY Talking about the case again like it didn't happen and moving on cause they both don't wanna examine the shitstorm of future paths that this pandoras box just opened. Good job Fei Du! You did it!!

4. I love how it starts because Luo Wenzhous like: there's something wrong with you... you're being so nice.... you okay?? Just lmao says SO much about them. Both now how the car chase and opening up somewhat during the hospital did em both some good in a ceasefire. And also how these 7 years it cant have been entirely not-close, since they seem to be on the level of Luo going "even if we fight, nonstop, I can ask you personally vulnerable questions and check in on if you're okay and when we Aren't fighting we can cooperate and problem solve on our non-emotional shit quite easily and second nature." Which implies maybe they got along like siblings who fight a lot but defend each other from bullies or a sucky parent, or like a parent and kid who fight a lot but are trying and do put in a lot of effort making their close situation work in the non-fight moments (think Lilo and Nani from Lilo and Stitch). They've clearly cultivated a close emotional relationship over 7 years even if as Luo says "they were constantly fighting." Because Zhang Donglai sure couldn't ask Fei Du if he's okay. Nor could he read Fei Dus emotions as well as Tao Ran and Luo Wenzhou.

5. Lmao Fei Du is that bitch that really said "I'm sorry, captain Luo. I didn't know you liked it rough." Excuse me???!!! Oh my god. Fei Du I hate to break it to you but I think you have a specific daddy kink but you're the rich baby so like rhe reverse of sugar daddy/baby situation but same, you wanna whip your man Fei Du? You went right for rough sex references? Oh fei du you're in too deep ur mind somewhere in there definitely thought about hitting Captain Luo one too many times and slid into wanting to choke him sexually or throw him on a bed or bite his neck and Oh my fucking God Fei Du you SAID IT OUT LOUD the only ONLY reason you're living this down is a woman is about to die and yall both are desperate to zoom past this slip of the tongue. Yes, I think it's fucking hilarious. Fei Du your horniness just lost you all coolness cred lmao. I fucking love this line it's incredible.

6. I do hope we see at some point Luo Wenzhous opinion at their boy Fei Du switching his flirtations from Tao Ran, who he's now treating strictly like a close bro, to Luo Wenzhou who was frenemy ish the entire time prior. I just think like. It must be so surreal and odd an experience for Luo Wenzhou? Since he saw the behavior second hand targeted on Thick at Tao Ran. It's gotta be weird being irritated by that, making fun of it, shaming it, competing Against it, teasing Fei Du for it... only for the same actions you were Like That toward are now being targeted at you instead.

The passage:

Luo Wenzhou was silent—their investigation really had followed this line of thought.

Fei Du shifted as if he’d become uncomfortable from sitting too long, absently looking out the car window at the scenery rapidly falling back outside. The rows of street lamps turned the spiraling overpasses into an elegant, winding panorama. The first inklings of the East Flower Market District’s nightless sky of fiery trees and silver flowers were already appearing far off. Perhaps it was his mistaken impression, but it seemed that tonight, the huge LED screen of the East District’s Skyscreen corridor was even brighter than usual.

Luo Wenzhou looked at him and suddenly asked, “Are you all right?”

Fei Du expressionlessly asked in turn, “What could be wrong with me?”

Luo Wenzhou thought about it, then bluntly pointed out, “Then how come you’re suddenly being so kindly and gentle to me?”

For a moment Fei Du was speechless. “I’m sorry, Captain Luo. I didn’t know you liked it rough.”

Then both of them turned silent, feeling that there had been something a little off about these words.

Fei Du thought, Don’t I have anything better to do?

Luo Wenzhou meanwhile reacted half a beat late. The little whelp was flirting with him!

And he was doing it in the tone of taking a dig!

[et6rnalsun]

HATEFUCK / Chris Sturniolo

౨ৎ pairing / chris sturniolo x fem! reader

౨ৎ summary / smoking with the guy you just can’t stand

౨ৎ cw / smoking weed, mention of getting drunk / alcohol, messy makeout sesh, NOT EDITED

A/N ⁑ not feeling smut today, but stilllll ☺️☺️ this is so ugly sorry

there's nothing worse than hating someone you're forced to spend most of your time with.

even worse when everything bothers you, like when he’s just breathing your air like any other person.

even worse if it’s chris sturniolo doing it. hating him is so easy for you that you haven't even tried to like him. his character that’s so damn annoying, overconfident, always ready with a small comment to ruin your whole mood. you just don’t like him, and it’s pretty reciprocated.

sometimes you hate being friend with his two brothers, since one of the consequences is finding him everywhere all the time.

and, being in your car with him as your passenger princess, is close to your point of no return.

after a rather messy and chaotic party which ended almost at dawn, you found yourself having to drive him home since the only brother with a driving licence, matt, was completely gone. you were the only option not drunk or high as hell.

at that moment the only word that could fully describe you was "stressed", and with yet another huff, you ran a hand through your hair while the other rested on the steering wheel.

you could clearly feel his gaze on you, slowly sliding over your soft curves that were hugged by the dress you had chosen for the occasion. his eyes felt like they were undressing you, doing what his hands couldn't.

you didn't like the sensations that gesture caused you.

“that dress looks good on you, really good” it was his hoarse voice that broke the silence that had been created, making you tense in your seat. there was a hint of tease in his tone, like always.

“you’re not allowed to talk in my car” the way you punctuated each word showed no emotion as you continued to focus on the road. that elicited a laugh from him, making you roll your eyes. "oh, is that so?"

hearing your silence as answer, he sighed with mock drama. "shame."

you stopped yourself from sighing in relief when he didn't open his mouth again after those words, making you relax in your seat for a moment. at a red light you took the opportunity to take the phone, quickly clicking on the nick contact.

ring. ring. ring. “he’s not gonna use his phone till tomorrow, trust me” chris said nonchalantly, his temple resting on the car window as he looked at you with attentive eyes.

"why the fuck didn't you stop the only two sane people from getting drunk?" you asked rhetorically, finally turning your head to look at him. his smirk returned to his lips as soon as your eyes met his, and he licked his lips as he shrugged. "i'm not their babysitter, am i?"

"if you put it that way, i'm not your babysitter either. so i don't have to take you home.”

"i never asked you to do it, beautiful" chris said sarcastically, shifting in his seat briefly to reach the pocket of his jeans. your attention was back on the road as the light turned green, preventing you from seeing what he was looking for. "i should have left you on the street, you're right"

“oh, you just like me so much that you never would” he gave your thigh a little pat, his fingers lingering there for a few seconds before they landed on what looked like a lighter. the mere touch sent shivers down your spine. fuck off. “chris, you’re not fucking smoking weed in my car” you briefly looked at what he was doing before even speaking, only to find out that you were right. his tongue was already tracing the end of the rolling paper so he could seal the weed in.

your mind was already wandering to some unsuitable thoughts that had as their protagonist that fucking tongue that you knew perfectly well was capable of making you see paradise, creating one if you thought it didn't exist. how wasted that tongue was there and not on you.

chris noticed that you were looking at him, and as he lit the joint and a bit of smoke came out of his lips, his gaze was on you. "when you scold me, at least try not to look at me that much" he paused, enjoying the sensation for a moment. "not that i don't appreciate it, of course"

“shut up” your fingers tightened slightly on the steering wheel, huffing in irritation as the strong smell of weed tickled your nose. "throw that fucking joint out the window before i throw you"

"and waste some good shit?" he raised an eyebrow, as if you had just said something more than crazy. "never, doll” he let the smoke out of his nose slowly, tilting his head slightly as if he was thinking about something. "do you want some? it’ll help to calm your nerves" his tone was serious, but the last part uttered with undeniable teasing.

not even time to respond that you were parked in front of his house, looking at him. "no. you can go now" chris huffed, rolling his eyes. “come with me” he said in a way that made clear he didn't accept a negative answer. "it’s late, and i’m home alone. i really want some company"

“don’t even think about it” you shook your head, crossing your arms. "come on, chris, don't make a fuss like a fucking kid. i'm tired and i want to go home."

“you have a house right in front of you” that was his response, and combined with his stupid face made you want to scream. you don't know what really convinced you, whether it was the hope of shutting him up, or the fact that you could really give yourself a few minutes before starting to drive again. the fact is that soon after you found yourself inside his house, your car keys dangling in your hand as you both made your way to the couch. a small sigh escaped your lips as the heat of the house fell on your body more than exposed by the dress.

"it didn't take me long to convince you"

“i was hoping not to hear your voice for another few good seconds” you sat on the couch, crossing your legs over each other as you looked up at him straight in the eyes from your position. it didn't take long before he fell right next to you, your shoulders almost touching.

he had seriously thrown away the joint he was smoking in the car earlier, so he was already rolling another one. "my offer is still valid" with a nod he made clear he was referring to the weed.

“mhm” your gaze was fixed on his long fingers working with precision as you spoke, absentmindedly biting your lower lip as you swayed your legs slightly, letting your knee brush against his briefly.

you could hear a sigh escape his lips at the contact, and as he ran his tongue over the rolling paper to seal it, he looked up to meet your eyes, making you want to disappear. once he did, he leaned even closer to place the joint between your lips, while holding the lighter in his other hand. "you already did this, right?" and after a brief nod from you, he lit it for you. "here you go" from this closeness, his voice was lower and much more hoarse, and it reached your ears like a caress that barely touched the skin.

as you exhaled the smoke, his gaze didn't move from you for a moment. how your lips parted on the joint, how the smoke came out slowly and how your sweet scent was mixed with the definitely strong smell of the weed. you two continued to pass the joint for a few minutes, and the desired effect was definitely on both of you.

at a certain point chris placed the joint in the ashtray, and a small chuckle escaped your lips as you looked at him. “i wasn’t done yet” your voice was much more relaxed than before, and your body language too. like you were not talking to the motherfucker you hate the most.

he shrugged, a lazy smirk on his lips. “well, you are now” his hands tingled with the desire to touch you, to feel your exposed skin under his fingers. having you so close was becoming torture, and the heat under his pants too.

“i think its really late and i should go, let me see what time is it” your phone was on the other side of the couch, next to him, so you bent down slightly so you could reach it — causing his hand to rest on the small of your back automatically. when you looked up, your faces were inches apart, and you could clearly see his gaze fall to your lips. “don’t.” he whispered, returning to look into your eyes. “stay a bit more”

the uncertainty was clear on your face, but the temptation was stronger. “just a few minutes” you murmured in response, making him smile slightly as he rested his other hand on your cheek. “make it hours” and with that, he closed the distance between the two of you by kissing you. the kiss immediately became heated as your fingers gripped his shirt tightly, pulling him closer. his hand had trailed down to your ass, holding it in a firm grip that made you want him even more. it had become a dance of tongues and teeth that didn't seem to want to stop, tireless. he bit your bottom lip softly, successfully forcing a small moan of pleasure from your lips — the pain didn’t even seemed to exist in that moment.

his hands then gripped your thighs, making you straddle him as he explored your body with his fingers, the skin still covered in that paltry layer of fabric.

his lips broke away from yours, tracing your cheek with mouth-opened kisses that soon reached your neck, not even leaving a patch of skin unexplored.

pops, little moans and labored breathing had echoed within the four walls of the living room, and you couldn’t stop wanting more. your dress was now almost completely removed with his hands that were under it, and his shirt was already on the floor.

“i swear to god, i’m going to fuck the hate out of you”

[mlmxreader]

Hiya!! Hope you're doing good 🖤🖤!

I survived the devil geese 🤣 so all in all I'm doing pretty good, myself! But I do have a question: my sir do you rest?!?! I mean I absolutely love all of these updates but PLEASE do not burn yourself out!

Okay, now let's talk about these updates, because I have thoughts, my sir, I have thoughts. Are they coherent thoughts? I haven’t a clue but they are here ... so I apologize in advance.

A Lucky Escape→ Luckily I Escaped Without Crying My Body Weight in Tears

he whimpered again, shaking his head as he brought your head to his mouth, all but kissing your temple as he rocked back and forth slowly, daring to stop holding back his tears.

Oh my sweet heart. Steady, steady. Okay now I can read the next line.

Your skin was starting to get even more slick, but he kept quietly whimpering, unable to actually ask you to stay with him

😶😶😶😶 this is sadistic. SADISTIC!!! Yes I sent you those prompts but that’s neither here nor there!

jaw clenched as he grabbed your hand and held it against his mouth, wetting your fingers with his tears.

😭😭😭 NOOOO! Why?! No, he’s crying?!?!? Stop, stop. I take it all back!!

He let his guard down slightly, knowing that you were still with him, knowing that he wouldn’t be left all alone in the barren wasteland.

Oh, thank goodness. Honestly, I clearly take some level of joy in my own pain because why the hell would I send those prompts with the ‘if you want, you can just murk the reader!’ Reader pulled through in this one but boy was it a whirlwind of emotions! Max’s whimpering, him crying?! Okay, you *looks in mirror* do not fucking do that to me again! Cause I will not tolerate these shenanigans any longer!

It would always be more than enough for him, and he promised himself that he would never let you come into harm like that again; he would never, never let you get hurt like that again.

My sweet, sweet darling.

Doubt→ unDoubtedly, the one that brought me an extreme amount of happiness

It worked wonders to know that his favourite human in the world was there for him, that you were proud of him and that you recognised his skills and his talents; not many people did, in fact, he couldn’t remember the last person who did.

But you did, and to him, that meant everything

My sweet, sweet Eddie!!! Venom + Reader= Eddie’s biggest cheerleaders. Eddie holds a little place in my heart, always. This man, I just cannot. I want to wrap him up in a hug and just not let go. He may be a loser but he’s our fucking loser so back off!

Breaking Point→ Point: to break a smile onto my face

“Off limits. They are off limits.”

👀👀Okay, that’s hot. I mean no wh– I can’t even fake it. That was hot. That’s it.

Forrest wiped his knuckles and his face off, wanting to be presentable to you and not wanting you to know what he had done.

Just beat the shit outta that man but let me just clean myself off, fix that hat, straighten that jacket cause we gotta look in tip top condition for reader. 😂 I freaking love him. What a gentleman, indeed.

“I wish you weren’t.”

“I beg your pardon?” You scoffed. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

Like sir, I beg your bloody pardon?!?!? And then he just goes silent 🤐... 🤣 Forrest, babe, use your WORDS, hon!!!

Forrest wasn’t thinking as he grabbed your sides, pulling you down onto his lap and crashing his lips against yours; he felt guilty for it, even when you immediately kissed him back, one hand in his hair and the other on his jaw. He pulled away, avoiding your gaze as he clenched his jaw.

👀👀 nevermind. My bad, clearly my method was wrong. THAT is good, PERFECT in fact. Yeah. Very sorry, I forgot you were a man of action there. But look at him being all cute. A consent King: “I’m sorry. I should’a asked.” 😍😍

“Oh yeah,” you breathed out. “So, if I were you, I’d kiss me again - just to seal the deal.”

Pfft! I love this reader too. They’re great. Straight to the point, very logical line of thinking, and we need to make sure this is sealed air tight so go ahead and plant those lips on theirs Mr. Bondurant, it's for the good of the business after all. 😂

Ravenous→ Right, Am Very Emotional, N O Umm… Sobbing

Tommy’s bottom lip quivered, and he sniffled as he collapsed into you, clinging onto you as tightly as he could as he did his best not to sob; it was like the hunger, the ravenous and destructive starvation, was melting away a little bit.Like it was being chipped away with every second you held him so tightly. He was crying, but he felt terrible for it even though he knew he didn’t have to. When you rubbed his back gently, he simply melted.

He wanted to smile, but he couldn’t stop crying as he clung onto you with everything he could muster; no one had ever held him like that before. Like he was genuinely important, like he actually meant something.

MY SWEET DARLING LOVE!!!! To be honest though, I feel like this is pretty close to canon. Tommy seems to have only really ever had his mom’s love, and his brother’s to a degree but he felt abandoned by him when he decided to stay with their dad for his girlfriend. Like everyone who Tom’s ever cared about has either left him, died, or just not given him the care that he so desperately craved. Like genuinely, someone give him a freaking hug, he bloody needs it!!

As always, thank you oh so very much you amazing treasure of a human! Now get some rest, please!!

Til next time 🖤🖤🖤

🐍anon

see, every time I've worked w geese they've always been fine w me 💀💀 I used to love working w em on the farm dhfksjfks they were sound little lads, just hissed a lot if they didn't like you.

I DO get rest, I promise!!! I just... also happen to be wide awake a LOT of the time 💀💀💀 you don't have to fear me burning out, though, that's why I'm getting saver seats at the cinema! I'm gonna spend the evening watching a couple of films on the big screen, come back, shower, and then possibly head to bed once I've watched The Martian bc I've heard good things but I've also heard that Matt Damon is dilf-y, which is more important.

ALRIGHT!! LET'S TALK!!!

A Lucky Escape;

Max has that "dying in the trenches" vibe about him tbh, just holding on and so DESPERATE for them to survive that it's all he can think about. he doesn't, and can't, lose them. he won't.

tbf it is your fault djfksjfkskf you asked the "killed a load of Call of Duty characters off in the trenches" guy to use "kill that cunt in the trenches" prompts dhgksngkakfkakfja this is on YOU, I'm afraid

I DID actually intend to kill off the reader tbf, I did plan on it, but then I thought "nah, I'll be nice for once" dhfkskfkskfk so you got lucky

Doubt;

Eddie's a good guy, really, he's just... also married to an alien symbiote who HAPPENS to eat people's heads off which is so, so forgiveable actually bc said alien is hot. they're both hot. I wanna be in the polycule.

Breaking Point;

JEALOUS!FORREST, JEALOUS!FORREST, JEALOUS!FORREST!!!!!!! JEALOUS!FORREST!!!!!!!!

he's gotta look good for them!! he wants to!!! he went to the Tan France school!!!

Forrest just sitting there like 🙁 bc he knows what he MEANT to say and what he actually INTENDED, he just... doesn't do words, bless him.

actions speak louder than words, after all 👀👀👀👀👀 he regrets not asking, he knows he should've - but that's all. 👀

Forrest is great for the reader, bc while he prioritises actions, they just do whatever the fuck they want/need to. they're great for each other and balance each other out and the reader is DEFINITELY gonna save some horses.

Ravenous;

Tommy is fucking STARVED of that kind of physical intimacy and physical signs of affection, like absolutely STARVED, who can blame him for just breaking when he's finally given it and finally given it without judgement especially?

as always, you're so VERY welcome!!! and I'm so glad that you enjoyed them so much!!!!!!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[staywhore]

burn it all down 

she's mine part two

bangchan x reader

genre: dark romance

warning: violence, chan low key being a creep but in a sexy way..

an: part two is out and I'm going to start part three tonight. idk if i'll post it, but I'm getting her written!

tag list: @hanniegoo @hanjisbeloved @spiderrenjunfics

series homepage / part one

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Her body has finally given out. Her frail, pale body finally gave into the trauma that I caused. 

That’s right.

I killed every single person in that church.

And I’d do it all over again if that meant taking what’s rightfully mine. 

Because y/n is mine.

She was never meant for Felix. 

The day he fucked me over and then stole her away from me was the day that he sealed his fate. 

And now his soul will burn for the rest of eternity. 

The rage boils under my skin, but as I tighten my hold on my girl the emotion slowly simmers before dissipating. A pang of fear leaves as quickly as it comes as her arms go limp, falling from their rightful place around my neck. I pause my breathing and wait until I hear her slow breaths and watch the gentle rise and fall of her chest. As I carry her away from the church my people surround us. My second comes directly beside me, almost bumping her head. A hiss escapes my lips before I can stop it. He pauses and keeps a step away from me after that. “Boss, mission complete. Only one survivor out of nearly 200.” I nod acknowledging him, not wanting to look away from y/n’s unconscious form in my arms. 

“Do you want to burn it down now?” He stops a couple of feet behind me. Another one of my soldiers opens the black sedan before me and I carefully set my girl’s fragile body on the seat. Before closing the door, I grab a blanket stored under the seat and wrap it around her as best as I can. I close the door and turn back to Minho. “Is the cadaver in place?” I move until we are standing shoulder to shoulder facing the chapel. 

The white exterior is weather-worn in a rustic way, with ivy climbing sections randomly. The covered entrance hangs over a sandy brown porch surrounded by tall white columns. Matching wooden stairs lead to a rounded set of white french style doors that come to a sharp point at the top. 

The wide doors are surrounded on either side by waist-high donation pedestals with a lock box placed on top. The bell tower looms over the whole scene. Looking at the whole building puts a bad taste in my mouth thinking that this very same bell would be rung in celebration of Felix’s marriage to my girl. I have to spit in an attempt the get the taste of jealously and rage out of my mouth. 

She’s mine now.

Truly and wholly mine.

From now until death.

Whether she wants to or not.

I knew she’d be mine since the day I first laid eyes on her. 

It was nearly 5 years ago to this day. 

Not only the night that I just met her, but the night she met Felix. 

That was the last night of Felix’s and my partnership. 

We had started our control of this city almost a year before that night and he became restless for more sooner than I could have predicted. 

He wanted the whole world and was willing to burn me until nothing was left but ashes to get it. 

He would have succeeded if only he had made sure I stayed dead. 

And I’m not going to make the same mistake that my imbecile of a brother made. 

I’m going to make sure he stays dead. 

“Burn it all down.” That was all I said before I heard the go-head from Minho and then heat seared behind me. I couldn’t help as my lips turned up into a smirk. 

I win. 

I slide myself into the car and before I can get settled my driver takes off. I hold y/n’s still unconscious form, reveling in the feel of her in my arms. After so long, it feels as good as I have imagined. I can feel my cock hardening at the thought of being able to finally claim her as mine fully. I try to distract myself from my arousal with the reality of our situation. When she finds out it was me who killed not just Felix but all her family and friends, she’s not going to come to me freely. I planned for this though. I will sway her to my side with the truth of my brother’s plan to burn down any and everyone who got in the way of his plan to spite me, including her. 

Her face is lax with sleep. The darkness of her features and the blood of our enemies does nothing to diminish her beauty. She is my rose among billions of thorns. Even with the stench of death, I can smell her sweet scent. I lean down, running my nose along the column of her neck breathing in her sweetness deeply. I close my eyes and let the air settle in my lungs, something corrects in my chest and my whole body comes together like all I was missing was her. She makes me feel whole. 

~y/ns pov

I wake up to the softness of a bed encasing me. The down of the pillow cradles my head, willing me to fall back into another dreamless slumber. My arms fly above my head, my toes point and my spine straighten, in a stretch as it feels like every bone cracks in my body. Relaxing back in the coziness of the bed, I reach to my left in search of my fiance. 

My world freezes. 

Every muscle in my body tightens.

My eyes flutter open ignoring the blinding light of the sun reflecting from the cream-colored walls. 

I push my body up into a sitting position despite the pain that throbs in my head and neck.

Once my eyes finally adjust to the light my attention settles on the man sitting in a lilac and gold french style chaise lounge. His legs spread, feet pointing towards the bed. His elbows resting on his knees and his chin is resting on his fisted hands. He’s staring hard at me and I look down to see that my chest is exposed to him. I feel the heat run up my neck and to my cheeks. I quickly pull the bed sheet to cover myself, breaking his spell from my body. 

“Well good morning darling.” He says with a smile on his face as he leans back in the lounge, his erection on full display beneath his light gray slacks. 

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"STOLAS!" Blitz skids down next to him, eyes wide with horror. "Are you fucking alright?"

"Ow," Stolas replies dazedly. His leg is twisted under him painfully and his head is throbbing from his truly spectacular fall down the stairs but also he can't really focus on that over- "Dress."

Blitz screws up his face in confusion, then glances down at the black piece he currently has on, hugging his curves beautifully, sewn-on metal pieces clinking slightly as he moves. He's stolen Stolas' starspun cloth again, the constellations embedded within it swirling across the black and shining under the lights of the lamps and chandeliers and the effect is. Overwhelming, to say the least. "What?"

"Dress," Stolas repeats, sounding a little bit like an idiot, probably. "Wow."

Blitz's eyebrows furrow for a moment before going deadpan as he looks back at Stolas. "Stolas. Please tell me you did not just fall down the fucking stairs because of my fucking dress."

"Well."

"Stolas."

"It's a beautiful piece!" He protests. He's quite content staying at this angle, honestly. It's a wonderful view, his boyfriend's growing murderous expression and twitching eye notwithstanding. There's black paint curling over his skin in delicate patterns from the heart tattoo, golden eyes framed by blood-red eyeshadow and dark eyelashes. "I love the-"

His voice cuts off into a mangled squawk as his eyes travel down and land on the belt and it's very familiar centerpiece. "Oh. Is that- Is that my seal?"

Blitz sputters wildly, flagrant crimson spreading across his cheeks. "It- You- Shut up, bitch, we're going to miss our reservation to get inside the club, are you getting up or not?"

"Forget the club," Stolas says feverently, hands over his eyes. He might be having a breakdown. "Please forget the club. Let's go to the bedroom instead."

Blitz barks out a laugh and stands up, the chains hanging from his horns tinkling as he does. Stolas' eyes gravitate towards them and widen as he sees the silver pendants hanging from them- stars and thorn-filled roses. He wonders if there are emotions in life still worth bothering with. "Yeah, not a chance, birdbrain. We've been trying to get in here for fucking months now, I'm not missing it for shit. Come on, don't you want to try something new? Aren't you bored of the same seven hundred toys we use in rotation?"

"Oh, we don't need to have sex," Stolas replies, completely genuine. He's trapped his hands behind his cape so Blitz doesn't see the possessive magic sparking at his talons, very unethical emotions powering it. He very much would like to throw Blitz into his bed and never let him out ever again. "I can just stare at you in that outfit all night."

"Unbelievable," Blitz mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose. He moves to stand over him, knife-tip stilettos on either side of Stolas' neck, grabbing his face and tilting it from side to side. "Look, are you hurt? Cause if not, we really don't have time for this, we need to start moving. Stols. Stolas. Stolas!"

Stolas is not listening. He is currently staring up his boyfriend's skirt, beak wide open.

"Are you-" his voice cracks midway, "-wearing a garter belt?"

"Wha-" Blitz snatches his dress away, backing away with bright red cheeks and a scandalized glare. "You fucking pervert! Did no one ever fucking tell your spoiled ass that peeping upskirt is bad fucking manners?"

"Yes, yes, of course," Stolas agrees. "Can you take it off?"

"For the love of fuck," Blitz growls, turning around and stomping to the door, like Stolas can't see his tail curled up and the smile he's trying to supress. "I'm leaving!"

"No, I'm coming, coming, wait!" Stolas says, scrambling up and stumbling forward as Blitz yanks open the door. The imp turns to look at him, raising an unimpressed eyebrow as he almost loses his balance on his sprained ankle and catches himself on the entryway curtains.

Stolas grins sheepishly and Blitz exhales in response, shaking his head with a smile he can't supress. Stolas leans forward for a kiss, playfully running his tongue over black lipstick and giggling as he receives a swat to the arm for it.

"Mess up my makeup before we get there and you've had it," Blitz threatens lovingly. "Now come on, move, we're late."

Blitz turns to open the door further for him, van parked beyond and ready to go. Unfortunately, this also gives him a view of the low, low back of the dress and Stolas promptly walks into said open door at full speed.

"STOLAS!"

They don't make it to the club.

[tanniefm]

nasty | jjk (m)

summary - you're needy at a party and no one can help you except your boyfriend jungkook.

pairing - jungkook x reader

genre - established relationship

word count - 2.4k

song inspo - nasty by ariana grande

warnings - unprotected sex (BOOO), dirty talk, daddy kink, brief breeding kink, slight voyeurism (you essentially ride his thigh in front of everyone), explicit language, praise kink, subspace, drug and alcohol use (weed), brief mention of vmin, i guess kook also falls into domspace too i mean y'all are high so

a/n - i'm sorry this took so long school's been kicking my ass bruh. this is also very unedited since i originally wrote this while horny like a month ago kanjwbw. anyways yeah enjoy! ps. i am very bad at endings and summaries sigh

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“Pleaseeeee”

“Nope”

“But I need to so badly! Just please make me cum, Kook!”

“What did I say? Not ‘til later. At this rate I might not let you cum at all.” his words brought utter terror to your face. What did he mean not letting you cum at all? You've been so good all day! Just like he told you! This party fucking sucks anyway. As much as you love your friends coming over, there’s only so much you can handle before you start getting annoyed by their presence. Jungkook has been teasing you all day but the very peak of it was when he ate you out earlier like it was his last meal and at the very last second, decided to cease all contact from you and smile cockily. Asshole.

It doesn’t help that you've both been drinking and smoking a bit, so your horniness has only worsened since then. This mixed haze of being tipsy and high at the same time is just making you needier by the second. You’ve been clinging onto him and following him around your shared apartment the whole night while he laughed and chatted with your friends.

“You good, ____?” Jimin laughs. He out of everyone should know exactly how you feel, given him and Tae are constantly going at it, just like you and your beloved boyfriend.

You smile sarcastically, “Nah I’m perfectly fine, Minnie! Why do you ask?” you know exactly why he’s asking. You’re not really the best at hiding your emotions and your face says it all that you’d rather have everyone disappear immediately so you can fuck the shit out of the man you’re glaring at. He’s currently taking a few hits out of Hoseok’s “party bong” as he likes to call it. It looks very used and burnt out, you don’t know why he just won’t get a new one since you’re sure that’s some kind of safety hazard but whatever.

“No reason, just that you look like you wanna eat Jungkookie alive is all.” he smirks. You roll your eyes playfully and take another sip from whatever mixed drink Jungkook made you.

“He’s getting on my nerves.” you quip back. Jimin’s eyes crinkle as he laughs heartily. It seems like everyone finds your situation amusing but you. All you want is to have a proper orgasm! Is that so wrong! It feels like he’s punishing you and you haven’t even done anything! You go to sit on the couch with him, directly on his lap, while he watches Seokjin and Taehyung yell over Mario Kart. He automatically wraps his hands around your waist and smiles lazily.

“Heyy pretty girl.” he says gruffly. His voice always gets raspy when he smokes and your pussy throbs at his (and your) favorite pet name.

“Kookie,” you whine. “Please can we wrap this up and do something alone. Need you.” you start pouting in hopes he’ll finally cave. He chuckles and brushes a piece of hair from your face.

He leans in closely to whisper, “After they're done with this game, I promise I’ll take care of you, ok baby?” you look at him skeptically and hold up your pinky to ensure he means what he says. He giggles at your cuteness and wraps his long pinky around yours, kissing it to seal the deal. Your face immediately lights up at the prospect that you’ll finally get some dick. The more you think about it, the wetter you get. Maybe he’ll bring out the toys this time and use those on you. Maybe he’ll overstimulate you until you beg him to stop. Maybe he’ll let you take control since he’s been messing with you all evening anyway. The possibilities are endless and they cause you to squirm around on his lap. You quickly realize that your leggings are pretty thin however as you suddenly pause when you feel that your boyfriend is hard as a rock. Little did you know that he’s been suffering just as much as you have, he just likes to play with you a little to see how needy you could get. He can feel you throbbing through your leggings and it’s been driving him fucking crazy. He can’t wait for the guys to leave so he can fuck you in every room of this house.

He grips your hips tightly and gives you a warning look of “do that again and see what happens” you whimper and tuck your face in his neck. He smells so good. You can faintly smell the weed you two have been smoking but you can still smell his soft detergent and calming lavender he loves so much. You know his nose is sensitive so he only uses a small amount of cologne and it encapsulates him so perfectly. He pulls you closer and starts bouncing his knee slightly. Fuck. Now his thigh is consistently hitting your clit and your mind is getting fuzzier. The haze from earlier coupled with the fact that Jungkook is bouncing you like a baby is starting to make you whimper and moan a little louder than you’d like to. You know he’s fucking with you again. He loves seeing you like this. He leans down and reminds you Tae and Jin are almost done with their game and then you can moan and whine all you want. You nod hastily while you suck a mark into his neck to keep quiet. His knee keeps the same casual pace, as if your clit isn’t the main focal point of each bounce. He kisses the top of your head and laughs along at whatever the boys are arguing about as to not raise any suspicion. Although you’re pretty sure everyone can tell exactly what’s going on. The fact that everyone can clearly see you getting bounced on your boyfriend's lap is only getting you closer and closer. You bet you could cum like this.

“Ha ha! Fuck you, hyung! I told you I’d win!” Taehyung shouts jovially.

“Yeah whatever, brat! I’m definitely winning next time.” they both get up and stretch before informing both of you that they think they’ll call it a night. The rest of the boys agree and gather their stuff to head out. You hate to say it, but you couldn’t be happier that everyone’s finally leaving. Jungkook lifts you off his lap gently and to your horror, you can already see a damp spot forming on his sweats. He smirks and winks at you while he kindly escorts everyone out. Once the last person is gone and the door is closed and locked, he turns around and tells you to come here. You scamper over to him in a haste and attach your lips to his in an instant. He laughs at your neediness and backs you slowly to the couch. He sits down and puts you in his lap again while you both make out as if you’ve been deprived of each other. He grips your hips and grinds you against his erection that’s been straining against his pants for the better part of half an hour.

“My poor baby, was I too mean today?” he asks as he kisses down your neck and jaw.

“Mhm, I’ve been a good girl all day just like you said and you don’t even care.” you whine. He lifts his head and cups your face.

“Of course I care, baby. I’m so proud of you for being so good today. You want daddy to take care of you now, don’t you?” he says gently. It looks like you’re not the only one that fell into a bit of a headspace. You’re very aware that when Jungkook starts referring to himself as daddy that he’s already taken a dominant position. Meaning he’ll take very little shit from you. Not that you felt like being bratty today anyway. Good girls get rewarded and that’s exactly what you intend to receive. You nod and grind against him faster in hopes he’ll get the hint that you want him now. As always, he quickly understands and starts ridding himself of his shirt as you take off yours. Seeing all of his tattoos always does things to you. Especially the small bouquet of black roses he got for you. You still can’t believe he would get something so permanent on his body just for you but he was adamant that you were the love of his life. The memory made you emotional as you started to tear up slightly. You’re going to have to ask Hoseok what the hell was in that strain to make you so sensitive to literally everything. Jungkook stops unclipping your bra as soon as he sees your eyes well up.

His hands are right back to their position on your face. “Woah, what happened love? Are you ok?” you wipe your eyes and giggle bashfully and explain why you got so worked up. He smiled and kissed you softly.

“You know I love you, right? You’re so fucking cute. I love you so much.” he says as he leans his forehead on yours. Weed makes both of you so sappy. You can’t even find it in yourself to care as you bring him into another kiss. He continues to take off your bra and starts kneading your breasts in his hands. The action makes you whine and pull away from him.

“Daddy, I wanna cum now. Please?”

He chuckles and lifts you off of him to strip your leggings. His fingers trace over the damp spot of your panties and he pulls them back to see how wet they’ve gotten.

“My little girl completely soaked through these. Needy baby. If you wanted it so bad why couldn’t you just do it yourself, huh?”

“B-because I wanted to be good. M’ a good girl right?” his words confused you. Why would you take care of yourself when he does it so much better. Plus, wouldn’t he just punish you anyway?

“I know baby, you are a good girl. Besides, those tiny little fingers would just frustrate you wouldn't they? You need daddy to cum ‘cause my dumb babygirl can’t do anything by herself, can she?” his words make your lip tremble as you nod dumbly. He’s right! You couldn’t possibly do something like that by yourself. Only he can make you feel like this.

He smiles as you agree with no hesitation and pecks all around your face. This is your favorite place to be in. In his arms waiting for his instruction. Taking the lead is fun every once and awhile but being stupid and pliant is far more your speed. He makes you feel safe and adored. He makes you feel good.

His fingers swirl around your covered clit as you moan into his mouth. Your little noises and the feeling of his fingers getting slicker is making him painfully hard and he, too is getting impatient. He wiggles his hips and slides his sweats down to reveal to you that he’s been walking around with no underwear on. He’s been completely hard with no barrier other than his sweats. You feel like you could bust right then and there. As soon as you see his cock, you lick your hand and start stroking it slowly. Jungkook hisses and throws his head back.

“Little girl...don’t play with me right now…” you heed his warning and scramble to take off your panties so you can get him inside you as fast as possible. This is what you’ve been waiting for, and you’ll be damned if you fuck it up now. He steadies you as you prepare to sink down on him and he kisses you gently. The way he’s filling you is intoxicating.

“Fuck, this little cunt was made for me wasn’t it? My baby’s so perfect for me.” his words make you tremble. You both moan breathily once he’s bottomed out inside you. You grind back and forth slowly as you try to adjust to his length. Jungkook however, is just as impatient as you are. He halts your movements to grip your hips and lift you almost completely off of him and slam you back down. You gasp as he sets a pace for you quickly. Your walls clench as he groans out praises of how good you feel and how much he loves being with you like this. In his lap, bouncing on top of him, whining into his neck. He couldn't think of a better place to be. His hands slide down to your ass and grips it as he bounces you even faster. You moan loudly and bite on his shoulder in fear of getting another noise complaint from the neighbors.

“D-Daddy? M’ close. So so so so so close daddy please fuck!” your words are slurred since you literally cannot think properly. He laughs breathily. “I know baby, you feel so good. Fuck I wanna pump you full of my cum. Wanna get you pregnant.” his words only make you moan louder.

“Oh you like that? You like when I talk about filling your cute tummy with my cum? You want my babies, little girl? Hm?” your head bobs up and down as you nod. “Yeah- mm yeah want it so bad daddy please cum in me. I wanna have your babies please Kookie please. Wanna cum wanna cum wanna cum!” you whine. Seeing how absolutely wrecked you are is only getting Jungkook closer and closer. You look completely and utterly fucked out. If his baby wants his cum that's exactly what she'll get.

“Shh precious I’m almost there. Daddy's got you I promise. Rub your pretty clit for me, I wanna see my baby cum ok?” you immediately obey and spit on your fingers before shoving your hand between you two. You rub your swollen clit with quick flicks to get you to cum faster. You just wanna make Jungkook happy. You wanna be his good girl.

It didn't take long for your hand coupled with his cock pounding into your g-spot to get you to cum hard on him. Your limbs spasm and your vision goes white while you distantly hear Jungkook's moaned praises. He cums in you not long after with a whine and keeps thrusting a few times so you can milk him for all he's worth. You both pant heavily as his arms wrap around you tightly, wanting to be as close as possible. He pecks your head repeatedly and buries his face in your hair.

“I love you ____.” he sighs. You giggle and sleepily look up at him. “I love you more.”