#i'm going to cry i'm going to listen to this and just start fucking sobbing

[into-the-milgramverse]

Do you ever think about how Amane's warnings were either seen as threats (by Mahiru and audience) or as just test of patience (by Shidou)? Do you ever think about how Amane likely was just trying to protect the ones she cares about? Do you think she didn't actually want to kill Shidou, but felt like she had to to save Mahiru? Do you think that's why she's mad at us for not stopping him?

First MV, shows her helping a (cartoon) cat, getting punished, then promising to be good. Gets voted guilty and punished, giving a message that practicing medicine is bad and deserves punishment.

Second MV, shows what the punishment was and that the cartoon cat was real cat.

Do you think after that first vote result, she started to think of Milgram as the same as her mom? That Milgram has the same rules against medicine? That if Shidou continues to practice it, Milgram will punish both him and kill Mahiru?

Do you think Amane killed Shidou immediately after knowing that he was voted Innocent? Do you think she felt like that was a huge risk and that she'd get punished again, this time for ending a life too early before it was supposed to, but that she thought it was worth it to protect Mahiru from same fate that the cat she took care of faced? Or do you think she waited until she was voted Innocent as well, to get confirmation that it's acceptable to punish someone for breaking the rules? Do you think even then it felt like a risk given how close she was to being voted Guilty again? Do you think she's currently scared of what we'll do now?

Do you think she regrets the decision? Do you think she too blames herself now for Mahiru's death, along with millions of voices that blame her for it?

[anantaru]

your first time with him — love and deepspace

synopsis. taking your virginity

including. zayne, xavier, rafayel, sylus, caleb

warnings. fem! reader, taking your v-card, reader is a virgin, dirty talk

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ zayne

zayne was anxious, very much so, trembling with his excitement as his forehead presses to your throat, his breath shaky with how hard he's trying to hold himself together, "are you sure?" he whispers at first, even though his hands were already gripping against your hips, like your yes would be the only thing that ever mattered.

and when you gave it to him, a silken sweet, real, response, he exhales like he's on the brink of dying, like you're honestly saving him with your answer.

"you don't get to take this back," he utters within a hoarse tone, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear ever so softly, "you give it to me, you chose me."

he says it like it's something sacred, like he's owed the softness between your legs, the stutter of your breath, the shiver of your thighs clamped around his hips, all in all with his hands slowly spreading you open, bare and exposed beneath him, untouched, and the glimmer in his eyes was honestly luscious, like zayne wanted to burn this moment into you until it scarred.

and then, well, he pushes in as your back arches immediately, the stretch resembling fire— like your body was folding in on itself trying to take him fully.

you cry out without meaning to, your voice cracking, the pain sharp and intimate and new, fuck, you've never felt anything like it. something so thick and overwhelming was repeatedly pushing through you, the friction of him splitting you open— muscle dragging against muscle, tight and wet and far too much.

"fuck, listen to that," he snarls against you with gritted teeth as his hips inch forward again, the sound of him sinking into you beginning to be loud and soaked, not to mention raw as your pussy clenches hard and somewhat instinctive.

zayne groans the moment he feels your body accepting him— he was, in fact, utterly gone by this point, finding himself in heaven in the way you whined for him.

your pussy clung to his length as his hand clumsily fumbles at your hip, trying to slow himself down, trying not to break you, fuck, but his rhythm falters and his mouth finds your throat instead— hot and open kisses battering all over your flesh with teeth scraping just to feel you twitch again.

your legs were out of control, thighs shaking around his waist as you didn't know it would feel like this— like you're being hollowed out from the inside, like there's no room and no air, nothing, no way to separate the ache from the pleasure that's already bleeding in at the edges.

you can feel him for real this time— hot and thick and twitching inside you, truly, feel every vein, every slow drag of his cock pressing against that too sensitive place that made your toes curl, such place you didn't know existed in the first place.

after a while, you adjust a little and get used to the new feeling as he's trying to go deeper, over calculating on how much your virgin cunt could take as you suck in a ragged breath and sob out something broken yet sweet, your fingernails digging into his back and still, zayne never stops memorizing your reactions.

his pelvis presses flush to yours as you cry out again, your stomach tight with unbearable pressure as a dull pulse starts to throb low and hard into your tightness with your nerves fried and limbs shaking.

the pain and heat on your split cunt blurs at the edges and gradually develops into pleasure, everything reduced to the feeling of being full and completely owned as you find solace in the new sensation making you addicted to his touch.

"i told you," he breathes out, his voice tight like he's holding his heart in his teeth, "this isn't just sweet, yeah? it's not just soft, this is real, love, this is you giving yourself to me, and sweetheart, i'm not letting go."

ever so, zayne was careful even now, even with how fast he was going, how ruined you felt around him because, well, he's a doctor, wasn't he? he's spent his whole life learning how to fix what's broken, yet with you, all he wanted to do was feel you, let the control slip just for once, let this moment etch itself into your bones.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ xavier

xavier watches you fall apart like he's taking notes— yet he wasn't frantic, he was patient and methodical, a hunter who's already mapped your collapse long before the first touch as with each squeeze and kiss, he shows you that it wasn't curiosity calling him— it's certainty that he wanted this to be with you. forever.

he's towering over you, his breath caught somewhere between awe and hunger, "you're really giving this to me?" he whispers, almost in disbelief, drowning in the moment with his speech being the only thing keeping him afloat, "i'm so lucky,"

his fingers flex tight against the inside of your thighs with his nails biting in, holding you open like a wound as the warmth of his palms burn through your skin.

you feel him there, right here yeah? feel it everywhere.

his cock splits you slow and brutally, the stretch pulling a sob from your chest as your lungs felt too small to bear it and your ribcage too tight to hold it down, your whole body resisting and yearning in the same breath. although he moves deeper, dragging thick through you and you swear you could feel the shape of him break you, feeling it in every vein and every twitch moving forward, every grind of bone and flesh into your virgin cunt being taken so well.

"see?" xavier breathes, frayed with hunger, "you're taking me, even when you said you couldn't."

but it aches— fuck, it aches, you cannot stop moaning, every press of him grinding up against something electric inside of your cunt making your back arch, your fingers clawing at the sheets.

it's slick too, soaking wet and overwhelming— your thighs all sticky with slick and arousal as his hips slam wet and fast into yours with a rhythm that felt like pain turned to pleasure.

your nerves were on fire and everything from the inside out of your body pulses with your belly drawn taut, consistingly multiplying in pressure as his cock fucks into you drastically, your head empty except for the maddening throbs his erection put inside you. at this point, your voice had become a mess of moans and pleas as all you could hear were grunts and hisses intertwining with your very own noises.

xavier felt just so good— he's out of this world and treating you so well, reaching places you never thought were able to be reached in the first place as he grew quite confident in his movements.

whenever he brushed his cock against your walls, you could feel your high approaching with every new snap of his hips, the position he had you in allowing the tip of his cock to reach deep enough for you to properly get used to it.

sweat clings between your bodies and turns you into one, your skin burning and flushed as the air was thick with pheromones and whines and the soft, saccharine coated sounds of him driving into you over and over and over again.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ rafayel

you cannot speak and it's futile to even try.

instead, your lips were parted, with breath stuck somewhere between a gasp and a sob as your chest rose with shallow, shuddering motion when rafayel slides his cock inside for the very first time— slow, of course, with his mouth at your ear, "relax," he whispers as his tip bumps upwards, sloppily thrusting into your folds, "you gotta let me in."

your muscles resist although at last, they seize around the stretch with the burn being intoxicating. you're a little anxious about it and he notices by how hard your nails clawed at his biceps— stabilizing yourself to anything while he adjusted himself, inch by inch making you take more of his cock into the small, untouched part of you.

such place no one else has ever felt, and fuck, rafayel's mouth waters at the thought, and well— he admires you, drinks in your struggles to take him as his breath comes sharp through his nose, although his hands remained steady.

one wraps around the base of your spine, the other cradles your jaw as he keeps your head turned just enough for him to study every flicker of pain that crosses your face, "you feel that?" he asks, voice a little raspy, "that's the shape of me, don't resist it,"

you whimper, your thighs slick with sweat and the mess of him spreading slow inside you and ugh, the pain, without rafayel being so considerate and talking you through the entire process, you wouldn't be able to handle it— it's so sharp and gnawing and too much, it brings you to tears, the unrelenting force of him coiling somewhere deep inside your gut, becoming unbearable.

how flustered you have gotten considering he wasn't even all the way in yet, yet you already felt like you're being broken in half.

with that, rafayel laughs when your hips involuntarily twitch, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand and murmuring so softly it vibrates through you, "you're doing so well for me, sweetheart, so brave, letting me be your first."

his lips trail down your throat as he groans when you shiver around him, every inch dragging liquid fire through the both of you, "you feel that? how warm you are? how soft you are around me? like you were made for this— for me."

your shy gaze averts from his heavy one as he found it so unbelievably cute and amusing that you still managed to feel embarrassed even after taking his cock so perfectly with your cunt by now.

rafayel pauses his hips for a bit, his forehead sensually pressed to yours, "you're not hurting, are you? I can stop— i'd rather die than hurt you," if only he knew you thought if only he could go faster now.

fuck, your head falls back when you urge him to continue moving, his hand dancing over your stomach as he abruptly presses down— always gently, just enough for you to feel him moving deeper inside within an invading force.

"you like that? you want me to do it again?" he smirks, "you're so tight, don't even know how to take it myself, but fuck, i'll teach you, i'll teach you until your body only knows me."

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ sylus

you taste like need when sylus kissed you with your lips swollen, breath catching and the edge of panic sweetened on your tongue as his fingers trail down teasingly, forever feather light when your entire body tenses under the rub of skin on skin.

he treasures the lust in your limbs and the sheen of tears catching light in your lashes as his hands remain careful, but not hesitant, no, sylus was never hesitant.

he's memorizing every inch of you with that predator's patience— every hitch in your breath, every place that made your spine arch and your thighs twitch and now he's touching you like he's memorized the blueprints of your body.

sylus grinds into you with utter patience as he pushes through your sensitive hole, inserting just the head of course, just enough to make you feel the impossible stretch of him as your body betrays you.

a sound escapes and scratches your throat, truly, it was unrecognizable when you moaned his name for the first time, as if your soul had tried to flee through you and kiss his lips.

"you're shaking," his voice was velvet, stretched thin and vibrating desperately, surely about to snap, "do you want me to stop?" a pause lingers between your lips as his hand finds yours, "tell me, and I will, but if you want this, if you want me, i'll be so gentle with you."

sylus cannot take his eyes of you, he's breathless, as if that noise were a sacred thing, a proof of something irreversible— that your body was already surrendering before you'd fully let him in. the man believed you're out of this world, wanting you to feel everything— the swollen stretch of his length, the heat his body permeated, the hefty pressure of being entered this way, inch by inch around something so intimate.

"shh, i know," each of his words dragging deeper as his eyes lock on your face like it's a mirror to his own hunger, "you feel like silk, you feel like you're fighting it."

you are, yes, you're drowning in it.

his cock sinks deeper and the burn starts to slowly blur away, sensation blooming in sickening waves, pain and pleasure curling tight in your belly until you didn't know where one ends and the other begins. the sound of your body taking him was ringing through you and when his hips finally meet yours, you felt split, your thighs immediately jerking up, your stomach knotting as you make another desperate noise, both moaning into the kiss, exchanging your breaths as the feeling of him stretching you was to die for.

sylus doesn't move a lot in the beginning, just a few pumps ever so often to find out what you liked, although staying buried to the hilt, watching the flicker of your lashes and the way your mouth trembles open like you want to say something but cannot remember how to speak.

his pace was slow but steady, every grind of his hips forcing a soft, wet sound from between your legs as his hair brushes your cheek within each thrust, his warm breath prancing over your neck— yet when you finally start to unravel, when the pressure cracks you open and your breath breaks in a thousand shards, sylus seeks for your lips as you moan into them, a sound of you falling apart being the only thing holding him together.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ caleb

you're underneath caleb, your heart pounding with a noise that didn't belong to your body, although not from fear, not entirely, it's due to him, yes— his darling face and angelic voice, murmuring your name like he's never supposed to say anything else.

caleb cups your jaw as his thumb sweeps over your cheek lovingly, your skin already burning from the softness of his hands as your thighs were slightly twinging from the way they've stayed open, aching in the weight of him.

"you're sure, really?" he asks again like he doesn't believe it.

but you nod at him and it kills him, choking up on the storm of sensation as the man moves closer when you take in his scent, the air permeating of pine and sweat and warmth, the dampness of your skin pressed against each other as the weight of his cock repeatedly nudging against your entrance was something fated, something unstoppable.

he kisses you deeply, tongue slow and ravishing your lips, like he's trying to memorize the inside of your mouth before he captures you further, your body flinches when he takes you at last, choking on the sheer breadth of it.

the stretch was cutting, your body clamping down on instinct and body saving energy due to turning overwhelmed and confused.

yes, it was painful, you cannot lie to yourself, and slightly dizzying too, like something too large being forced into a space that's never known intrusion.

caleb's hands were everywhere, one holding your thighs wide open, the other gripping your hand tightly and grounding you as he presses his forehead to yours, his breath stuttering against your lips, "breathe," he whispers, voice slightly cracking when you tense down on his length, "breathe for me, i've got you."

he's barely halfway in, and you can already feel it— stretching deep, dragging against your nerves that have never been touched before, quite literally stealing the air from your lungs.

not to mention that he was big, well, you could've guessed that yet despite that, your body kept pulling him in instinctively, not wanting him to leave anymore.

caleb gasps, "you're so tight, fuck, i can feel you shaking," you were, in fact, your whole body was shaking, belly fluttering with pressure and pain and something else— something lusting and awfully blooming low inside your belly, tight and insistent as he shifts his hips forward, just a little more, and it feels like you're being split.

his cock continues to move, dragging every wet inch against your walls as your muscles squeeze him, your eyes glimmering from how good you were being fucked as you instantly open more for him, trying to accommodate him as good as possible.

"you're doing so good," he breathes, "so perfect, you don't know what you're doing to me," as tears prick your eyes when he kisses them ever so gently, even as he keeps sinking in he whispers your name again, like he's swearing an oath.

truly, he's everywhere, moaning shamelessly like your body was the only thing that's ever mattered to him, inhaling your maddening scent sharply as he kept rutting inside of you.

"i can't believe this is real," he cries out with his mouth against your temple and his hips rocking in and out, the friction too much as you're still too sensitive when dig your nails into his back to sob into his neck.

you're crying, you don't even know why, maybe it's the pain, maybe the stretch, maybe the way he kept whispering your name like it's the only thing he's ever wanted to say. with that, you clutch to him tighter, needing him closer, needing him deeper, and caleb gave it to you instantly, everything you desired— every inch, every rock of hips, every broken word of promises.

"you'll never need anyone else," he speaks as if the air itself was fragile, every word cutting deeper as he places a couple kisses on your cheek before smiling into the skin, "i'm going to keep you like this forever."

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[buckysleftbicep]

Ahhhh omg I love gentleman Bucky. Like so chivalrous and respectful. But with him being feral and obsessed with you at the same time. Being obsessed with pleasuring you and treating pleasuring you like his life’s honour. NEED HIM

oh god, i do too. i wrote this in my hotel room and i'm thinking about how much i want bucky 😭.

here's a little something before i crash for the night ❤️

warnings: nsfw, 18+, minors dni

Bucky's the kind of man who would open doors, carry your bags and kisses the back of your hand like it's the most natural thing in the world.

He is polite to a fault—chivalrous, old-school, the kind of gentleman who calls you baby, sweetheart, darling with a softness that could melt steel.

But underneath all that clean-shaven charm and quiet smiles is something much darker. A need that simmers just beneath the surface, sharp and hungry, and so intense it borders on obsession.

Because you know what they say—gentleman in the streets, freak in the sheets—and Bucky god damn lives it.

In public, he’s all warmth and patience, touching the small of your back, pulling out your chair, kissing your hand like you’re something fragile.

But behind closed doors? He’s anything but gentle.

Because when he has you alone, the gloves come off—figuratively and literally.

That pretty mouth, the one that whispered yes, sweetheart at dinner? It’s filthy now—groaning against your inner thigh, spitting on your pussy just to watch it drip down before he licks it clean.

He doesn’t just want to make you cum. He wants to break you with it. Wants to feel you scream his name, claw at his back, sob through your orgasms until your voice gives out.

He’ll have you shaking, begging, soaking the sheets—and he’ll still ask for more.

He eats you like he’s starving, like it’s the only thing that’s ever tasted good to him. Tongue buried deep, moaning into your cunt like your pleasure is air in his fucking lungs.

He keeps you spread for him, held down and worshipped, hands gripping your thighs like he owns them.

Like he owns you.

And maybe he does—at least in that moment, when you’re crying out his name and he’s murmuring, “That’s it, princess, just like that. Gimme another. I need it.”

He doesn't just want you to cum—he needs it. Treats your orgasms like they're sacred, like his purpose is to bring you to your edge, over and over, until you're trembling and slick and gasping into his shoulder, and even then, he doesn’t stop.

God, he can’t stop. Not until you’re spent and messy and ruined, soaked thighs draped over his shoulders and voice hoarse from your pretty cries.

Don't even get me started on the way he fucks you.

It’s brutal. Raw. Like he’s been starved of you for too damn long and now that he’s got you under him, he’s going to devour you from the inside out.

He slams into you, thick cock stretching you wide, splitting you open with every desperate, punishing stroke. He keeps one hand wrapped around your throat, anchoring you, to remind you exactly who you belong to.

His other hand is everywhere—gripping your ass, spreading your legs wider, shoving them up until your knees are almost hitting your chest so he can get deeper. Just so he can hit that spot that makes your vision blur.

“Listen to you,” he grits out, lips brushing your ear as your soaked cunt sucks him in again and again. “Dripping all over my cock. Fuckin’ obsessed with it, aren’t you?”

And you are. You can’t even deny it—not with the way you’re clenching around him, begging without words, just breathy little whimpers and moans that only make him fuck you harder.

His hips are relentless, slapping into you with wet, obscene sounds, his balls tight and heavy against your ass as he drives in so deep it feels like he’s fucking you right into the mattress.

He doesn’t stop when you cum.

Fuck, he barely slows down—just grins, wicked and dark, as you tremble beneath him, whining from the overstimulation.

“That’s one sweetheart,” he mutters, dragging his cock out just enough to watch your slick coat him before slamming back in. “You’ve got more in you. Gonna fuck you until you forget how to fucking breathe.”

a/n: okay now i am horny

[hanniebaeee]

Clueless: Just friends?

Lee Know x fem!reader

Warnings: language, suggestive content MDNI

Genre: friends with benefits to lovers, fluff

Summary: You and Minho used to be friends with benefits. Until you caught feelings, and you both called it off. But Minho obviously misses you and is miserable even though he doesn't want to admit it. And his brothers have had enough of his moping.

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The arrangement with Minho had been perfect - or at least it had started that way. Opposite apartments on the same floor of your nice apartment building. You’d text each other, and within minutes, someone was at the other’s door. No strings, no drama. Just a lot of heat that left you breathless and a little sore the next day.

Until, of course, you did the one thing you promised yourself you wouldn’t do - you caught feelings.

And naturally, Minho, emotionally stunted and a menace to society, panicked. He started pulling away, making excuses every time you asked if he wanted to come over. The warmth in his teasing dimmed into something guarded.

And it hurt. A lot. His rejection wasn't something you had expected, because no matter what anyone said, he was so soft and sweet to you. But he obviously didn't want a relationship, and you both decided to stop seeing each other.

You missed him. Not just his touch, but everything else too. The way he always brought food over (making excuses about how he had extra), held you tight when you had a hard day and how his cats lived with you more than they did with him. Oh you missed the cats. They were literally your kids - and this dirty divorce had given him full custody of them.

And Minho? He was a mess. Not that he’d admit it.

And Jisung had had about enough of his best friend and his brooding.

---

Jisung: OKAY EVERYONE STOP.

Chan: What's up?

Hyunjin: What did you do?

Jisung: NOTHING. THIS IS ABOUT MINHO.

Seungmin: What did he do?

Jisung: He’s been moping for WEEKS. And I'm sick of it.

Changbin: You sure? That’s just his face.

Jisung: LISTEN. IT’S ABOUT Y/N.

Hyunjin: Ohhhhhh.

Felix: I KNEW IT.

Minho: What the hell is going on?

Jisung: OH LOOK WHO DECIDED TO SHOW UP. Jisung: YOU, SIR, ARE A DRAMA QUEEN.

---

Minho sighed. This was the last thing he needed right now.

---

Minho: I’m not moping.

Felix: Sure. And I’m not Australian.

Hyunjin: Yeah, totally not glaring at your phone at all.

Minho: It’s not about her.

Jeongin: Are you sure you didn't accidentally click her name in your contacts 12 times yesterday?

Chan: What's going on, Min?

Minho: I don't even know what you guys are going on about!

Minho: We were friends. With benefits. Not lovers. She was nice in bed. That’s it.

---

There was complete silence in the chat for a minute before it exploded.

---

Chan: No, Minho. No. No. No.

Seungmin: Okay, first of all, what the actual fuck?

Hyunjin: Bro, you did not just say that.

Jisung: YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKING LOSER.

Changbin: 😡

Jeongin: Hyung, she's an angel, how could you?

Felix: We’re literally trying to save you from yourself.

Minho: Well don't.

---

Minho hated himself. He absolutely hated himself. But he couldn't dwell on the self hate because Jisung just sent a video of Minho pacing his living room like a caged animal, while ranting about you being gone.

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Hyunjin: Wow. Ok.

Minho: 🙄

Minho: Stop. Just stop.

Chan: Look, you’re obviously miserable. Why not just talk to her?

Seungmin: Yeah, genius. It’s not like she doesn’t live 20 feet away.

Minho: What if she doesn’t feel the same?

Jeongin: I'm sorry, but you’re an idiot.

Hyunjin: Dude. She liked you enough to start this whole thing. You just have to get over your dumb commitment issues.

Changbin: Honestly, just confess. Worst-case scenario, you cry into Dori.

Minho: I hate you all.

Jisung: Hate is a strong word for someone who’s about to sob into his cat.

Minho: Fine. I’ll talk to her.

---

Minho sat on his couch, heart pounding as he stared at your number on his phone. He’d been backed into a corner by his idiot friends, and now there was no escape.

And knowing you, he had a feeling that this was going to be the single most difficult task ever.

With a frustrated groan, he stood and grabbed his hoodie. He was going to do this. Because he loved you so much, and he was miserable without you.

Across the hall, in your apartment, you were getting some work done, sipping on coffee. You heard the doorbell, and when you opened the door, you saw Minho - disheveled, nervous, and yet, as handsome as ever. And your traitorous heart did that stupid thing it always did around him.

“Hey,” he said softly, eyes meeting yours. “Can we talk?”

Minho hadn’t been this nervous in a long time. He stood at your doorstep, heart racing, and palms sweaty, his usual confidence nowhere to be seen.

And he confessed. Nothing dramatics. Just a straightforward, “I love you.”

You'd stared at him as if trying to figure out if he was high. Or had hit his head somewhere. Or if he was simply horny.

But no. Then came his little speech. I know I don't deserve you. I was an asshole (of course he was). I was afraid (as if you weren't). And more than anything - I hurt you. And I hate myself for it. Ok now that you could work with.

But as hard as you tried, sometimes you just couldn't contain that bratty side of you (one that he apparently loved).

You crossed your arms, glaring at him like he’d just run over your dog.

“You can’t just waltz over here, say ‘I love you,’ and expect me to fall into your arms,” you snapped, looking infuriatingly hot with your brows furrowed and your lips pursed in defiance. “You rejected me, Minho. Do you know much that hurt me?”

His stomach twisted.

“I… I wasn’t ready -” he stuttered, looking terrified.

“Yeah, well, now I’m not ready,” you said, taking a step back and slamming the door in his face for dramatic effect.

You leaned against the door, fuming and freaking out all together. Your hands shook so hard as you wrapped your head around the fact that Minho just confessed to you and you slammed the door on his face.

And Minho stood in the hallway, a mix of shock, frustration, and - God help him - arousal bubbling under the surface. You were bratty when you were mad, of course. It made him want to kiss you and throttle you all at once.

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Minho: She hates me.

Hyunjin: No, she doesn't. She slammed the door on your face didn't she?

Minho: How the hell are you so accurately right?

Jeongin: It's his thing.

Felix: What happened?

Jisung: Wait. Did you confess?

Minho: YES.

Minho: AND SHE SLAMMED THE DOOR IN MY FACE.

Hyunjin: Obviously.

Chan: So she didn’t say no?

Jisung: LMFAO.

Jeongin: She’s mad at you? Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.

Minho: SHE SAID A SIMPLE “I LOVE YOU” WOULDN’T WORK ON HER. WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!

Seungmin: It means she’s not an idiot.

Changbin: Exactly. You rejected her and took months to realize you’re in love. She deserves a little groveling.

Minho: GROVELING?

Felix: Oh, for sure.

---

He was not groveling. No way. Lee Minho didn't grovel. Hell no.

---

Jisung: Yeah, buddy. You gotta pull out all the stops now. Dinner, flowers, interpretive dance. The works.

Minho: STOP.

Hyunjin: Actually, the dance idea is kinda sexy. Imagine Minho doing a hip roll to apologize.

Felix: STOP IT. I’M WHEEZING.

Minho: CAN YOU ALL BE SERIOUS FOR TWO SECONDS?!

Chan: Look, the point is, you hurt her feelings. You need to show her that you’re serious.

Minho: How?! She's a damn brat. She enjoys torturing me.

Jisung: If she’s a brat, she’s gonna want to see you sweat.

Minho: She frustrates me.

Jisung: So you're sure you're just frustrated and not turned on right now?

---

Damn Jisung.

---

Jeongin: YAHHHH

Felix: You’re INTO IT???

Changbin: My man’s in love AND down bad.

Minho: Please.

Felix: Okay, focus. If groveling isn’t your style, do something you.

Hyunjin: Yeah. Seduce her with your weird cat boy energy or whatever.

Minho: You’re all useless.

Seungmin: Says the man who just admitted to being horny and clueless.

Chan: Minho, she clearly wants you to prove yourself. You’ve got to show her you’re willing to put in effort.

Hyunjin: Write her a song. Serenade her. Cry through it.

Minho: I don’t cry.

Jisung: LIES. I’ve seen you cry at those pet videos.

Minho: JISUNG YOU'RE DEAD.

Minho: What if she never forgives me?

Jeongin: She will. She’s just mad. Just play along.

Hyunjin: He’s right. Drama makes us hotter.

Minho: You're all insane 🙄

Chan: Insane but not wrong. Now, go apologize properly.

---

Minho paced his living room, his mind racing through ideas - romantic dinner? A heartfelt speech? Maybe just tossing himself at your feet and begging?

He needed a plan.

---

Minho: Fine. Give me ideas to make her forgive me.

Jisung: OHOHOHOHOHO.

Felix: Oh, this is gonna be good.

Hyunjin: Okay, everyone, let’s brainstorm.

Changbin: Classic dinner and flowers. Can’t go wrong.

Jisung: No, no. She’s mad. You need to go BIG. Like, dramatic big.

Minho: Like what? Fall to my knees in the rain?

Hyunjin: YES. Bonus points if you sob.

Minho: I’m not doing that.

Seungmin: You’re all useless. Look, Minho, she’s mad because you hurt her. You need to make her feel special. Do something that shows you actually care.

Jisung: STRIPTEASE.

Chan: Jisung.

Felix: WAIT. THAT’S ACTUALLY KIND OF FUNNY.

Hyunjin: Picture this. You show up at her door, music playing, and just start taking things off.

Minho: I want to win her back. Not make her think I'm horny.

Jisung: Coward.

---

Obviously he knew this would happen. He knew it.

---

Chan: Okay, let’s regroup. Minho, what does she like?

Minho: Being mad at me, apparently.

Jeongin: Sounds like she has taste.

Minho: She likes reading. And baking. And…dancing.

Felix: Aha! Bake her something!

Hyunjin: And while it’s baking, do a little dance. Shirtless.

Jisung: OOOH. Combine the ideas. Show up with baked goods and then do the striptease.

Minho: Oh my God.

Seungmin: You could apologize like a normal person, you know.

Felix: Where’s the fun in that?

Jisung: No, no. We need something iconic.

Felix: Okay, serious suggestion: Show her that you actually listened to her. Her favorite food? Or something thoughtful that shows you care about what she likes.

Minho: Like…?

Hyunjin: Cook her favorite meal.

Chan: Or bring her flowers that mean something.

Jisung: Or do the striptease.

Minho: STOP WITH THE STRIPTEASE.

Felix: It’s not a bad idea, you know. Women love confidence.

Minho: I’ll do the cooking idea. But if this backfires, I'm gonna hunt each one of you down and then see what happens.

Jisung: Lies. You’ll be back to cry about it.

---

Minho got to work. He spent hours perfecting your favorite meal, rehearsing his apology in front the mirror, and trying not to think about how much he wanted to kiss you. God, he just wanted to cuddle you and tell you how much his life sucked without you in it.

When he finally knocked on your door, you opened it to find him standing there, holding so many containers of food and looking uncharacteristically nervous.

“Hi,” he said, voice soft. “Can I come in?”

You crossed your arms, and sighed.

"Minho, I really don't have the time-"

"I made your favorite," he said, holding up the containers. "And I will grovel if that's what it takes."

You did love it when he cooked for you.

“This better be good.”

Minho stood in your living room, wringing his hands as you sat on the couch, glaring at him. He set the food on the coffee table and looked at you, his sharp tongue failing him for once.

“I was afraid,” he finally said, voice low.

“Afraid of what? Being happy?” You asked, arching an eyebrow.

Minho winced.

“Yes. No. I mean…God, I don’t know. You’re everything to me, okay? And I was scared I’d ruin it. And then I did ruin it, and now I’m standing here like an idiot, begging you to let me fix it.”

“You… you really mean that?” You asked, your voice softer now, your eyes obviously filling up with tears.

“I’ve been a mess without you. I love you and I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it, but I do. I love you, and I’ll spend as long as it takes proving it to you.” he whispered, and you sighed, standing up and stepping closer to him.

“You’re such a dumbass, you know that?”

“Yeah, I've been told.”

And then he cupped your cheeks with his hands and kissed you. Rough and messy, the tension melting away as your arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.

“You better not mess this up.” you muttered against his lips.

“Not a chance.”

---

Minho: We’re trying the relationship thing.

Felix: OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!!

Hyunjin: FINALLY.

Jisung: Thank you 🙏

Changbin: Congrats, lover boy.

Chan: Proud of you, Minho.

Felix: Did she like the food?

Minho: Um, it kinda went cold. She’s heating it up now.

Hyunjin: LMAO.

Jisung: What about the striptease? Did you do it?

Minho: 🙄🙄🙄

Jisung: ANSWER THE QUESTION, COWARD.

Minho: We did strip. So… hehe.

Felix: SIR.

Hyunjin: NOT THE “HEHE.”

Jisung: I CAN’T BREATHE.

Changbin: YOU DOG.

Chan: Minho, for the love of God.

Minho: You asked.

Jisung: My dude really said, “She forgave me, and then we got NAKED.” ICONIC.

Jeongin: Please. I just came here to see if Minho hyung was still single, and now I want to bleach my brain.

Chan: Can we not, for once, be so feral?

Hyunjin: You’re in the wrong chat for that, Christopher.

Jisung: Anyway, so… did you, like, destroy the house or… ?

Minho: I will never speak to any of you again.

Jisung: YOU CAN’T JUST DROP “WE STRIPPED” AND THEN LEAVE.

Felix: It’s called a cliffhanger, Ji. Let the man be mysterious.

Hyunjin: Yeah, mysterious about how whipped he is.

Felix: Totally

Divider: @saradika-graphics

Tags: @moonchild9350 @velvetmoonlght @eastjonowhere @pixie-felix @sailor--sun @chancloud8 @captainchrisstan @hansmic @emilyywhyy @hanadulsetaad

[avaredava]

Safe word?

Master list's

⯌Sum

You said your safe word and boy does the jjk men freak out.

⯌Warnings

Rough sex, BDSM elements, breathplay, degradation, dub/con, misuse or ignored safewords, emotional distress, crying during sex, aftercare, physical bruising, and mentions of blood.

Satoru Gojo

That man was plunging into you, talking about his day not exactly paying attention to you. It wasn't bad or anything it was a bit weird though because the angrier he got the more rough.

"And this stupid fucking-" thrust "higher up keeps being a total-" thrust "bitches."

It was starting to hurt but seeing the annoyed look in Satorus eye just made you feel bad. So you stayed silent.

But the fact that he also wasn't really giving a shit, just talking about the people he hates and being kinda oblivious to what's happening makes your stomach and heart hurt and not in the good, orgasmic way.

Sex is supposed to be loveable, and sacred not something for fun. Yeah, people might not agree but that's how you and Satoru were.

You start to cry, again, scared of the beast that's plunging into like you're just a pocket pussy. And fuck he takes it the wrong way.

He started pounding faster.

"Stupid fucking slut, you always want more, nothing else. Whore."

The fact that's the only thing he's really said to you the whole time, and it was a mean thing, you just start to sob and a cracked up safe word comes out.

He pulls out instantly. He was checking your face and body, then something truely shook him to his core his the bit of blood on his cock.

"Fuck baby, I'm so, so sorry." And what really made him gasp was when you flinched away when he tried to touch you.

"Listen do you want anything? Maybe a hot bath and a massage or cuddles? If you don't want me here I understand, I would either so-"

You giggle at his rambling and a bit of pressure comes off his chest but he's still extremely stressed and worried. But it's for you this time.

"Maybe a bath and you in it for cuddles..."

You never seen that man run that fast. And just because he accidentally hurt you, you knew he's never gonna do something that ever again. The fear in his eyes? That made you know he loves you to the very deep of his heart.

After all, you're his girl.

Nanami Kento

Nanami Kento is never rough. That man is scared to break you with one touch. He treats you like a porcelain doll. Hence the nickname doll he has for you.

He treats you like an absolute princess, no queen. And the sex is even better, constantly checking in and out with you.

It's so intimate.

And you love every god damn second. He touches you in places you wouldn't know felt good.

You're ovulating right now and he has a long ass work trip. And you have bad ovulations and Nanami always takes care of you.

But since he was leaving soon you couldn't have him for a while. So you need him now, and make sure you're well taken care of and you won't need him frequently.

So he decided to have a long ass sex session, to the point where your crying of overstimulation. But in the best way possible. So that's what he did. Or tried.

Mid sex when his thick cock was rubbing against your g-spot and slowly going to your cervix, the deep lust, loving look in his eyes made your thighs shake and breath get shallow mere seconds from sharp breathing.

Your eyes were squeezed shut as his hands were moving up and down your body as he rubbed your nipples and massaged your hips.

God this was great.

Until a ring from his boss came through. He answers and his voice was formal as his hand was wrapped around your throat gently making sure you stay quiet.

His thrusts began to become more deep, he started to kinda zone out. But it felt too good and you started have breathy moans.

And they started to get louder.

And louder...

Until he was so in his call and he needed you to shut up he wrapped his hand around your throat too hard. You started to have breathing problems but you kinda kept moaning too.

He just thought it was just you being pleasured so he wrapped his arm around tighter. And now you couldn't talk. And you started to get fucking scared. Your arms are pinned down so you couldn't move.

You choked up your safe word. But he didn't hear, and you started to panic. You started to mildly scream, and he looked down and quickly hung up and let out.

You started to have a raspy cry. He quickly pulled out and threw his phone. He quickly realized the bruising on your neck. He kissed all over your neck and when you flinched he practically threw himself back.

He pulled you on his lap and bounced you on it. "You're on sex ban Nanami."

"Okay."

He held you so close, fuck he could live without sex but he couldn't live with out you. And he whispered that all night. Making sure you knew that. Also he did absolutely not go on that work trip. He stayed in bed with you.

He didn't give a shit about his stupid job. He gave so many stupid shits about you though.

Toji Fushiguro

Disrespect Toji? You're gonna get punished.

And you were a little shit sometimes, and you knew that. He usually just fucks you for hours. And you love it. But he realized it's not teaching you anything much so he has a new strategy.

He decided to slap that cute ass. He was repeatedly hitting just making you moan and squirm. He did some slaps as his fingers plunged his fingers in and out.

But once again you loved it. The little bit of pain and his muscular fingers massaging you g-spot over and over. So of course you were about to cum. So he edged you a bunch.

That wasn't too bad. And of course you liked it. So he took his fingers fully out and you whined. He started to slap again.

The room was dim with light and he was sitting on the edge of the bed with you're draped over his lap. And of course your ass is up.

He realized you're still moaning so he started slapping harder... And harder.

Until it was starting to sting and you began whinging. He started to slap harder because he thought you were enjoying.

You let out little ows with tears in your eyes. He laughed.

"You deserve it. Dumb bitch."

That just cracked your heart open so you let out a little broken safe work softly repeated over and over. And when he stopped you kept mumbling it.

He knew he fucked up.

When you barely reacted to him gently saying your name it took him a few seconds to look down from your face and it hit him that your ass is red and covered with deep purple bruises.

He pulled the cover over both of you. And he went under it. He was gently kissing the burning sensation covering your butt and it made you melt feeling the warmness of lips fluttering over your ass made you smile to sleep.

The next morning he was pretending like nothing happened. But you realized he also put massage oils on your ass and also massaged it, duh. It didn't hurt.

And he denied the fact that you felt small wet droplets falling on your ass when he was kissing it.

Suguru Geto

Suguru Geto was obsessed with eating you out.

So that is why he is eating you out with the fullest of the top notch pussy eating. Making out with it like he hasn't seen it in years, even though he was doing the same thing last night.

And it never gets worse. Somehow it gets better.

He's always just sucking and licking. He never goes beyond. And you don't want to go further either.

But tonight he was stressed and pissed off. And he needed something to cool down, you. Your sweet pussy, it just relaxes him.

And of course you allow it.

So now he has your knees pinned to your breasts being held down as his tongue quickly moves up and down your folds. Then in between. Basically everywhere.

That man couldn't get enough of your taste. But something weird was happening. It isn't that he's not enjoying it, but it wasn't as sensual as he usually is.

But it still feels good and he is stressed so you let it happen. But unfortunately he gets to rough.

He starts biting.

It was innocent nips and then harsh sucks on your clit, so it felt good. But then he started actually biting, especially right at your sensitive nub. You start whimpering and crying.

"Close?" He mumbles. But it made your insides cringe. You start pulling at his hair and he loves it so he starts biting rougher, until you say your safe word before it got too bad.

He pulled away and looked down, it was a light red dusted all over your folds. Your clit was all swollen. It wasn't too bad but he could tell it was gonna get worse. So he still felt bad.

He was mumbling about how immature he is and how he can't control himself, but he was so tired he fell asleep massaging your folds with his face squished in your boobs.

This man.

_

Sukuna's from a couple weeks ago

[zottts]

warnings - size kink, degradation, breeding kink (if you squint), not really a warning but worshipping, it's sentry expect it to be mean

you and sentry had been... 'together' for a while now, and you would think he would change somewhat, and he has - just a bit. but during sex? absolutely not, he was still the same man who wanted to be worshiped like a god, who will degrade and belittle you only because he finds it amusing when you moan and cry out his name as he pumps into you at his speed - why would he slow down for you he had l reasonings to, you liked it anyways. the way you could see his cock outline in your stomach, each little "oh you poor thing". it drove you mad, it was addictive. the only time he "went slow" was to put you in your place or fuck with you.

sentry just loved filling you up, every single time, watching your pathetic attempts to squirm under his hands - your almost doe eyes look as you looked up at him, hair all sprawled out on his pillows, mouth slightly ajar as he pumps into you mercifully, being able to see his cock completely fill you, and knowing you couldn't get enough of him. or from behind when he got his hands tangled within your soft locks of hair, pulling you up towards him with a semi-gentle pull, watching your back arch into him as be whispered how pathetic, useless, and stupid you looked being fucked by his cock.

how he is going to fuck you so stupid that you won't be able to walk nor speak for the next week. every little moan, whine, whimper, he would mock the sounds, how you reacted to things which each pump, as he moved in and out of you.

"so filthy. you want more, hm? you think you deserve more?" he spoke softly, despite the fact his tone was mocking,

he would make you beg for it til you were sobbing, trembling under him. it was so easy for him to ruin you, bring you down to nothing. because to him, like this - you were nothing, pathetic.

"sentry- mnn please?" between heavy breaths, it was a pathetic attempt, really. and you knew that.

"no, do better than that, now." he would slow down, painfully slow - and practically stopping until you were up to his standards. he wasn't asking, it was a command.

"sentry" he cocked an eyebrow, the words dying in your throat before you could even finish the sentence, like he was daring you to finish it. to see what would happen

"my god, sentry, ..my everything, p-please." you spoke through a broken sob, he started to move, in and out of you - slowly, on purpose. "aah-! fuck. please, oh my god please" a whine slipped out. you couldn't help that he was big, and it hurt. and he knew he was big too, of course he did. every time he fucked you like this he could always see the outline of himself inside you, the want to bury himself within you, to fill you completely with himself.

he couldn't help the low chuckle slip out of his mouth at your behavior, mmmn. i don't know if that's good enough." he held you in place so easily with his hands, it was like you were stuck in place. "so pathetic, can't even get a complete sentence out, poor thing." he paused for a moment, running his hands against your sides "you want me to fuck you stupid, fill you up?"

you quickly shake your head, it was hard enough to get a single word out - he knew that, but he wanted to hear you say it. "use your words or I'm pulling out." you took a deep breath "please, pretty please? god- please just move i need you so badly, you are the only one i need. just move" the words spilled out before you couldn't even get a thought in your head, the words sounded almost incoherent - it was like a flip that switched on in his brain, instead of belittling you, mocking you - he actually listens.

the after math of it you are out of breath, he went way past the point of your ecstasy. you laid on your stomach panting, hair in your face. he might be a god, an asshole, but not a monster. of course he was going to help you clean up. at least a bit.

[evie-sturns]

make up - Chris Sturniolo

summary: you and your boyfriend chris have a massive argument, and even after he apologises you still dont forgive him. he makes it up to you a totally different way.

contains: smut, makeup sex, angst, arguing, yelling, fluff, swearing.

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9:38pm

chris walks into the warm kitchen, i lean against the counter with a small smile.

"hi chris!" i speak softly, i walk up to him and wrap my arms around him.

he pats me once on the back before shrugging me off with a small incoherent mumble. "chris-? whats wrong with you?" i ask calmly, cocking my head to the side.

he scoffs, "nothings 'wrong with me', just not in the mood for it.", his voice is hoarse and he sounds pissed.

"not in the mood for what-?" i ask, staring up at him as he continues to look down at his phone, the light of the screen illuminating his features.

"not in the mood for you," he snaps back almost instantly before turning around and walking into the dining room.

my eyebrows knit together as i try to stay calm.

"what do you mean? what did i even do?" i ask, following him into the dining room.

he sits down at one of the chairs with a huff, his eyes closed as if hes trying to block me out.

"chris-" i start but he instantly cuts me off,

"every single minute you wanna be grabbing on me and shit, every. single. minute." he replies quickly,

"i dont understand why youre so obsessed with me or something? like god can i get any time alone?" he spits,

i let out an audible gasp,

"what- why is your ego so big that you automatically assume i'm 'obsessed' with you?" i laugh,

"you're my boyfriend of course i want to touch you?" i follow up, a frown clear on my face.

"you know you can be so damn clingy, pisses me off." chris raises his voice as he stares up at me from the dining chair.

i stare down at him, my eyebrows knit together as i try to figure out how to calm this situation down.

but i can’t, he’s pissed me off now and i’m known for talking back quite often…

“not my fault your a moody grown ass man, but you never fail to act like a child.” i told my arms,

“god, listen to yourself, just a whole load of yap yap yap.” chris mumbles as he makes a mouth with his hands.

he rolls his eyes,

“why are you acting like this?” i raise my voice, folding my arms over my chest with a hurt expression.

“i’m not acting like anything! you genuinely annoy me so much and i’m not sure how much longer i can keep putting up with your bullshit.” he scoots his chair back, it makes a loud screech on the wooden floor as he stands up to meet my gaze.

“well what then- you’re gonna break up with me cause you’re in a sensitive fuckin mood?” i yell back,

“you’re making it hard not to.” he laughs bitterly,

“chris- you get like this too often! i mean all you do is complain and bitch-?”

he cuts me off, “all i do is complain? you can’t go a full hour without whining to me, i hate that about you, seriously hate it.”

i throw my hands in the air, he takes a firm grip of my wrist and clutches it tight.

“let me go you asshole!” i yell, tugging my arm.

he grabs my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

i stare up into his piercing blue eyes as he speaks.

“you are such a bitch, such a fucking bitch.” he speaks codly, a hint of honesty behind his words.

i finally get my wrist free with a loud huff,

“where are you off to now? ‘gonna go have another cry in the bedroom? seems like the only thing you do.” chris grumbles,

“fuck- i hate you!” i scream, storming off down the hallway into my room.

“i bet you do” he scoffs,

i slam the door of my room, i walk over to the bed and flop down on it.

-

i promised myself i wouldn’t cry, i don’t want chris thinking i’m a crybaby.

but now i’ve been alone for 20 minutes, the emotions are finally building up as i replay the argument over and over in my head.

i burst into a sob, instantly trying to wipe the tears away, but it’s no use, they spill down my cheeks quicker than i can control.

i bury my face in my hands as i let out wracked sobs,

i grab chris and i’s shared stuffed animal, which we collectively got for our 6 month anniversary.

i let out shaky breathes as i try to calm myself down

my thoughts get interrupted by two knocks at the bedroom door,

it follows by chris walking in with a small smile, all of his anger from earlier gone.

“hey..” he whispers, a nervous expression on his face

i ignore him, keeping my eyes fixed on my lap.

“can we have a little chat- please?” chris asks softly,

i shake my head, maybe i’m being somewhat immature, but i don’t care.

“i just wanna say i’m sorry, i love you a lot and i wasn’t thinking straight- at all.” he whispers, staring at me.

he sits on the bed infront of me,

“i don’t like fighting with you, and i’m sorry that i managed to start an argument it wasn’t your fault.” he speaks, his hand resting on my knee,

“i’m sorry baby.” he sighs,

i give him total radio silence, my mouth presses in a thin line.

“can i have an answer please?” he asks, rubbing his thumb over my knee softly.

i shake my head with a small pout,

“oh- please don’t give me that pout, i hate seeing you so upset.” he sighs,

“i don’t forgive you.” i mumble, i fidget with my nails as i stare down at my hands.

“okay, do you want more time alone?” he asks,

i shake my head with a small “no.”

“would you like me to stay here with you?” he follows up,

i shrug,

“what can i do to prove i’m sorry?” chris asks, scooting up next to me on the bed and resting his back against the headboard.

i shrug again,

chris reaches out and glides his fingers over the waistband of my sweatpants, keeping his eyes locked on my face.

he slowly dips his hand under my waistband, i feel his cool fingertips grace over the lace of the panties.

i nod slightly, a signal for him to keep going.

“can i make you feel really good please?” chris asks, his voice is slightly more hoarse now.

i nod, “fine..”

i try to sound as uninterested as possible, just as a little reminder i’m still mad at him.

chris grabs me under my arms and lifts me onto his lap,

i straddle him, my legs on either side of his thighs.

he reaches for the hem of my shirt, i nod.

“and.. up!” he gently lifts my shirt off over my head,

he reaches round and unclasps my bra, letting it fall onto his chest

“so so beautiful ‘f me.” he sighs, his hands roam over the curve of my waist.

i stay seated happily on chris’s lap, looking into his eyes as he sits up against the headboard.

he reaches round for my sweatpants, gently tugging them down my legs and off my ankles, leaving me in just my baby pink pair of panties. a little bow decorating the top.

my clothed cunt presses against his sweatpants,

his eyes rake over my body with a small groan,

i whine, reaching for the hem of my panties.

“i’m sorry doll, i don’t mean to tease ‘ya.” he whispers, quickly discarding my panties and shoving them in his pocket

i sit completely bare ontop of him, he’s fully clothed still just admiring me.

he gently rolls me off of him onto my back, i lay spread out across the mattress.

he stands up off the bed and gently tugs me to the edge of the bed, my legs dangling off the end of the bed.

he reaches for his belt buckle, which makes a loud clinking noise as he lets it drop to the floor.

chris tugs off his shirt, which is slightly cropped at the bottom.

finally he reaches for the button of his jeans, letting it drop to the floor and pool around his ankles.

he stands in his boxers, his happy trail peeks out the top of his waistband.

chris pulls me even closer to the edge of the bed,

he kneels down on the floor infront of me, his head inches away from where i need him most.

my breathing picks up as i feel his hair graze the inside of my thighs, my clit practically throbbing now with how bad i need him.

“i- chris- please you- you said you wouldn’t tease me-“ i whimper, shifting my hips to bring them closer to chris.

he chuckles softly, his hands wrap around my thighs and position them over his shoulders.

he tugs me close to him, his nose brushing against my clit.

i feel him finally place his tongue onto my entrance, tingles shoot straight through my body.

he licks a stripe from my hole up to my clit, savouring the flavour as he slowly presses his lips to my clit.

he hums against my clit as he sucks on it lightly, jolts of pleasure rushing through me.

chris has never been known for being gentle or slow, he usually goes so rough to the point of me screaming out his name, so this is definitely a change.

he speeds up, i clench around nothing as i get closer and closer.

my hands tangle into his hair, tugging softly at the silky strands.

“oh- oh chris-!” i moan out, he gently thrusts his fingers in and out of me, my walls stretching around his longer fingers.

that’s enough to tip me over the edge, i clench around his fingers.

i let out a breathless moan as i release, chris gently unlatches his mouth off of me with a grin, my juices covering his chin.

he wipes his chin on the back of his hands,

“feeling a bit better sweetie?” he asks, his lips glossy.

i nod, laying my arm messily across my face.

“tell me what you want now.” he whispers, his hands travel up the sides of my torso as he gently removes my arm from my face.

“you a bit sensitive? do you wanna wait a minute?” he asks softly,

i shake my head, “just want-.. you.”

“okay baby.” he whispers, standing between my legs.

“hold my hand if you need to.” chris says, his blue eyes fixed on mine.

i nod, reaching up and gripping his hand.

“okay- ‘s gonna hurt a little bit but you’ll get used to it like always.”

he gently pushes inside of me, his tip stretching me out already.

i squeeze his hand tight before letting out a pathetic moan.

he pushes deeper inside of me, i let out small whimpers.

“i know, i know.” he whispers, his free hand coming up and resting on the side of my face.

he grabs a pillow and positions it under my back,

“feel a little better?” chris asks as his cock sits fully inside of me.

i nod, finally cracking a small smile.

chris leans down, his arms caging around me as his face hovers inches from mine.

he slowly starts to thrust, keeping his eyes locked on mine as his chain dangles in my face.

“oh- fuck- you’re so tight.” he mutters, positioning himself so he repeatedly hits my g-spot.

“chris-“ i moan, gripping his bicep.

chris quickens his pace just so slightly, his tip repeatedly brushed against that sweet spot.

“i’m so sorry baby- fuck..” he groans,

“didn-didn’t mean to upset you- earlier-“ he moans out as his thrusts keep their steady rythm.

“you- you cum whenever you want to baby, don’t gotta ask me for permission.” he whispers,

i nod frantically,

“fuck- oh my gosh!” i arch my back off the bed,

“feels so full chris-“ i whimper, he reaches a hand down and presses on my lower stomach,

“you feel me right there?” he asks, gently massaging my stomach.

i nod, a choked moan escaping my lips.

“such a pretty girl,” he groans,

i whine, opening my mouth wide.

“yeah?- ‘ya want my fingers?” he asks,

i nod frantically, needing something to muffle my noises.

he gently presses two fingers in my mouth, letting them rest on my tongue.

“goood girl, good girl.” he rambles, keeping his fingers resting on my tongue.

“oh- ‘m so- ‘m so close-“ i say through a muffled moan,

my gummy walls clench around him, feeling the knot in my stomach get closer to snapping.

and finally,

it does.

i let out a loud whine against his fingers as i finish, clenching around him so tight.

chris instantly lets go, burying his release deep inside of me.

he pulls his dick out of me with a loud pop, followed by his fingers.

he stands hunched over between my legs as he catches his breath. “god- god y/n.” he whispers,

his cum slowly drips out of me onto the bedsheets, which chris seems to pick up on,

he gets the two fingers which were just in my mouth and gently pushes his release back inside of me, “there we go, gonna take it all ‘f me.”

he finally collapses beside me, pulling me onto his chest.

i bury my head in his collarbone, wrapping my arms around him.

“do- do you finally forgive me?” chris asks with a small chuckle, still completely out of breath.

“i guess so.” i grin cheekily,

-

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[tojisbestslut]

YOUR GIRL — [Ambessa medarda x afab reader] part 1

∆ CONTAINS: mean ambessa, mockery, dubious consent, anal, spanking, reader is a little bit of a loser (self indulgence)

Think I need someone older, just a little bit colder masterlist

You were perfectly capable of protecting yourself in war to a good extent, but lord it felt like heavens gate had opened when she'd turn around and grant you her gaze here and there through the whole chaos happening around, making sure you weren't hurt.

With soldiers slowly realizing the whole tension between you two, rumors of you being the warlord'd obedient puppet started hanging around the champers. It wouldn't take rocket science to figure it out tho, with you always walking behind her back, standing straight and ears perked up to listen to her orders and doing it perfectly, like the good girl you were for her.

She wouldn't need your help, she never did anyone's. But something about you storming quickly to run her errands and coming back all smiley waiting to be praised amused her so much. She'd tell you to go to hell and you'd come back from there telling the tail of having coffee with the devil. Nothing would stop you from obeying her, feeling the need to be approved by her with every inch existing in your body.

Yelping in pain and discomfort, you tried squirming away from her large hands only to be dragged right back on her lap. She was sitting at the edge of the bed, having you spread on your stomach, her lap underneath you as she forced you into an arch with the palm of her left hand on your back, loosening up your ass with the other one.

"You'd never used this one, have you?" She mumbled, slowly scissoring your ass open with two fingers, sharp eyes catching the intense shiver of your thighs from the weird feeling as you squeezed her hard calf, trying to release some tension. "N-no" you whined in discomfort as her fingers found their way deeper inside you, clinching your toes. "Too afraid?" She scoffed with mockery as she started to pump her fingers harshly.

Your eyes rolled back at the new sensation, drool dripping from your mouth to her bare thighs. "What kind of a soldier are you if you can't even take it up the ass?" She mimicked your whinny tone, putting a fake pout on her face. Her thumb found your wet clit and started touching it, feeling it instantly pump slightly against her finger tips. A loud moan escaped your mouth and you nearly started crying as everything started feeling too much, having you clit being aggressively robbed and your ass getting fucked by her long digits made you feel like you've entered another dementia.

With one last sob, you finally came on her tights, immediately going limb. She watched you for a good minute, eyes closed and lips open, panting with exhaustion. With one swift motion, she took her fingers out of you, spanking your ass harshly making you scream. "Next time you're taking the strap there"

I'm such a bitch for her it's not even funny anymore. [TAGS]

[angelsberrymilk]

I had never thought about shipping Soldier Boy and Sam, and now they won't leave my mind 👁️👄👁️

I need more of them!!!

soldier boy is mean and crazy, especially after being held captive for like 40 years and so when he finally escapes he realises everything changed and ppl have forgotten him as a hero. and it seems like the only person who genuinely cares abt him is this bright eyed guy who's freakishly tall and has princess hair, Sam, he said his name was.

the thing is, soldier boy's name is Ben, not freaking dean, and who's Dean anyway??? but that doesn't matter when Sam is there looking after him and is like, so glad he found him and hugs him so tight, and soldier boy misses the physical contact, misses human affection.

don't get me wrong now, soldier boy is a bad man, he's really shitty and everyone would be safer if he died, but luckily Sammy is there to distract him from committing crimes, or at least some of them.

Sammy knows that's not his brother, but that's a version of his brother, he wears his face and sounds like him, and he likes greasy burgers and shitty diner food, as it happens, so there's similarities after all. Sammy doesn't care that the more he looks into this guy, the more scary, and fucked up shit he finds abt him, this version of Dean is NOT good, he's a total maniac. but the only reason he's like this is because he doesn't have sam in this universe, doesn't have Bobby or Castiel or even Baby.

Soldier Boy drags Sammy with him whenever they go and Sammy follows, he listens to Sam trying to explain he's from another universe and that in the other universe they're brothers, and all soldier boy says is, "I'm not your brother," Sammy is a bit confused but keeps going and tells him abt monsters they hunt, demons, angels and soldier boy listens, and all he takes away from that speech is that Sammy is definitely on something, and soldier boy WANTS some from what he's having.

Sam also quickly realises that in this universe, people have superpowers, so gets cornered once at a gas stop by someone who can turn their skin into burning lava, and Sammy quickly realises he's vulnerable here, he doesn't know the first thing to fight off these people, it's a scary world, but then soldier boy shows up, and he's furious, blasts that person away and goes to town on them, he's animalistic, sadistic and brutal, with every hit, with every crunch and every rip, Sammy flinches, blood and fire flying everywhere.

and when soldier boy is done he has a wild look on his face, he's satisfied with his work, so he drags a shaking Sammy back in the car and Sammy just starts crying, he doesn't make any noises either and the man doesn't even know what to do, so he does the first thing he can think off and hugs him tight, and as soon as he wraps his inhumanly strong arms around Sammy, Sammy starts to sob. and soldier boy thinks of how to calm him down, so he thinks of westerns he's watched where the main lead would comfort the girl after she gets kidnapped or hurt, so he does just that, rocks them a little, runs his hands down Sammy's back and stroked his hair, shushing and cooing at him, that nobody will hurt him, not if soldiers there, not if deans there.

[keferon]

I should be asleep but this is consuming me.

So have this poorly thought out fic drabble idea of mine:

Prowl is in pain, hurt and agony, physically and emotionally. He shouldn't have let Jazz convince him, he should have listened to that tingly uncertain feeling on his spark about this

But dammit was Jazz so...so convincing. It pained him to realise how much he wanted to trust the organic.

What didn't help was that bastard in front of him giving him mock grief. Prowl knew he did not care at all about how he feels, he knew there was some sort of sick enjoyment to all of this.

"Sorry, he couldn't come visit again. He actually had to help out with the newest mech, in fact, this prototype had one of your own parts in it!" Prowl wanted to sob, twisted asshole.

Suddenly, something seemed to have caught the organic's attention. Prowl didn't hear it at first, but once the man in front of him turned around in confusion, he heard it, there was some sort of commotion on the other side of the door.

Suddenly, before any of them could question what was going on, the doors burst out open with an explosion, causing many tools to clatter to the ground as the ground shook.

"GET AWAY FROM MY PARTNER!" Prowl, in a weak yet desperate attempt, turned his head to look at the direction of the voice. He recognised it-

"Jazz?" He spoke weakly. That seemed to have crushed the organic's soul, his face crumbling from his previous rage, before, in a blink of an eye, it turned back to fury. Fury so strong it could kill whoever dared look.

"Jazz?!" The twisted man standing in front of Prowl's face looked offended if not straight out annoyed at the other's presence. "What are you-?" He couldn't even finish his sentence before the other dropped whatever it was he had been holding and jumped on top of him. The two fought for a while, Jazz punching the guy a few times on the face before grabbing him by the neck of his shirt and throwing him to the other side of the room.

Jazz huffed, making sure to keep his eyes on his target for a second to see if that was enough to have knocked him out. It was. And once he was sure the guy wouldn't come back at him, he turned to look at Prowl, who so far, has only made move to watch the whole thing go down.

It took a while for the mech to properly process how Jazz looked, how he looked at him. Guilt, pain, sadness, exasperation even. It almost seemed like he was...crying?

"Prowl!" His partner? Ex-partner? (He wasn't sure anymore), ran to grasp his face, and he let him, to weak to fight back like he wanted to. Then he felt it, small droplets of water fall down his faceplates, 'Oh, so he was crying'. "I'm so sorry, i shouldn't have brought you here- we, we need to get you out-" as he moved, Prowl took notice of how dishevelled the other looked, the sudden smell of iron making him realise that he seemed to be covered in blood, if it was his own or not, Prowl wasn't sure, perhaps it was both. Taking a closer look, he started to notice all the small bruises and scratches on Jazz's face, in fact he took notice of a limp on his left leg too.

The other just seemed to be mumbling to himself as he tried to free Prowl, who so far has not spoken all that much, he felt too weak and tired, and he really had nothing to say other than a simple reply to what Jazz said before but he didn’t process it till now

"You really shouldn't have..."

---

Ok that's all i have rn, bc I'm not much of a writer and idk how to write these characters so they might be a bit OOC sorry ^^;;

But feel free to like add and/or fix anything to this.

Just wanna add the note that maybe, the reason Jazz found out is bc he recognised Prowl's plating on the new mech thing they built ;)

OH MY GOD I CANT EVEN

RAAAAHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS. OH FUCK. THI s. SO GOOD AND PAINFUL IM ASCENDING TO SOME NEW UNDISCOVERED DIMENSIONS

ALSO. oh my fucking god you have galaxy brain for this. imagine the horror Jazz feels when he sees this random new robot his boss wants to test. And it’s plating is so freaking familiar. He runs his hands along the panels. And he recognises them, even repainted. Because he spent so much time sitting on them, repairing them, crawling on them with his magnets. Sleeping on them even. He sees the “scar” from the time he helped Prowl to fix his armor and welded some cracks in it.

And now the fucking plates are here but Prowl isn’t.

[nochepsicodelica]

You know how sometimes you think of a scenario but just its exact moment and beyond?? There's no clear background on how things got to that point, unless you want to think up that background or it's just that single scene and whatever rolls from it? Well my little spoof is about being pregnant with Toji's baby, but as someone he loves and isn't embarrassed to partake in pda with and just overall someone who he can't wait to come home to every day. Like, he's ready to do this with you.

If you thought Toji was protective of you when it was just you two, then you had no idea of what was to come with having the smallest bean in your stomach, his little cub growing in your womb. You felt a sense of relief when months passed and—through his actions—he continued to remind you that he was in love with going through the process of having a baby with you, but sometimes you would get so caught up with the things that carrying a child entailed, that it would slip your mind.

He catches you crying a lot and even though he knows that it's perfectly normal for your emotions to be all over the place, he still worries. So you can imagine his reaction to watching you waddle around the house while rubbing your belly, in tears. You're breaking his heart with the sound of your little hiccups and sniffing and it won't stop, so he takes your hand and pulls you along to sit on the couch with him.

"You okay, mama?" He asks, rubbing your belly.

You give him a shaky smile and take a breath before responding, pausing the stream of tears for a very brief moment. "Yeah, it's just... my back hurts... and we're hungry... and I feel-" you can't get through the sentence before you start sobbing again.

"You feel what, baby?" He asks, wiping away the fresh stream of tears.

You shake your head, unable to talk through these intense emotions. All he can do is wait and listen until you calm down. He takes your hands in his and squeezes them, affectionately, showing you that he has all the patience in the world for you. Your eyes remain downcast, but eventually the waterfalls running down your cheeks cease.

"You feel what?" He asks, again.

"Fat and ugly, and I don't wanna go to the bathroom because of the mirror. It'll make me feel worse."

He hums, acknowledging your words, despite how severely untrue they are. "Sorry, baby, don't cry, but i'm gonna have to disagree with you. I've never seen someone as pretty as you. It's part of the reason for why you have a baby in your belly."

"It's unfair. You don't look any different. You're still so handsome and... and..."

"Hey," he says, distracting you before you break down again. "You want me to gain some weight?"

You nod, twinkling eyes meeting his warm gaze. You scoff, your thoughts on the suggestion immediately shifting. "You'd still be fine as fuck with a few extra pounds on you."

He laughs, rubbing your belly once more before standing up and sitting behind you for better access to your back. "What do you guys wanna eat?"

- EnD sCeNe 🥀 -

No, but fr this was just casually rolling around in my brain like a dog rolling around in mud.

[erwinsvow]

rafe topper and kelce being protective of you at a party !!

"wan' some?" the boy next to you offers you the little mirror with white lines, his eyes big and bloodshot. you don't recognize him, you just took a seat on the nearest surface since your feet hurt from dancing.

"i've never done it. what's it like?" you cock your head, interested in the answer. rafe is particularly strict about coke—you're not allowed anywhere near the stuff. it's a stupid double standard since topper and kelce get high with him all the time, and you're stuck driving their asses home.

you glance around, making sure the boys aren't nearby. you aren't really a troublemaker but you've always been able to hold your own with them. especially rafe, since the two of you rarely agree on anything—where to go for lunch, what music to play in the car, which kind of beer to buy.

coke is the one thing he's stern about, and you don't really like testing him about it either, since he's so much more pleasant when you listen. you like to tease him but he thought you were smart enough not to mess with the only rule he'd given you.

"once you start you won't be able to stop," the boy replies, passing the plate onto your lap. the whole thing feels a little grimy, the way he's touching your legs, how high he looks.

"yeah, i think i'm gonna pass.” you try to slide it back, when he grabs your wrist.

"no, try some."

"no, i'm good-" you try to get up, the mirror clanging to the ground, white powder hitting the floor.

"you bitch-" you turn and try to get away, trying to get your wrist free of his grip, when he holds on tighter.

"what the fuck is this?" you hear the boom of kelce's voice, coming over and pushing the boy aside.

"are you deaf, man? she said no, don't keep fucking asking, you creep-" you hear topper defend you.

oddly enough, you hadn't expected it. the boys are nice, and they're your best friends, but you thought you were almost just another one of the boys, didn't think they'd care enough like this.

"you okay?" kelce asks, while the boy scrambles on the floor. your eyes are wet, you're not sure when you started crying. "rafe, over here."

"no, don't tell him-"

"don't tell me what?" rafe asks, taking in the boy darting away, the broken glass and spilled drugs on the floor. he picks up your red marked wrist. "hey, hey."

you turn to face rafe, tears spilling down your cheeks. you feel even more embarrassed infront of him.

"you okay?" he asks, leaning in close. you nod, trying to speak but it comes out in a wrangled sob. "hey, s'okay, you're fine now." he brings you into a hug, and you cry softly against his chest for a few minutes.

you think you're incredibly thankful for your friends.

rafe thinks he's never letting you out of his eye sight again at a party.

[rafesyangel]

Rafe gives reader silent treatment:(

The air was suffocating ,thick with silence, and tension the kind that wraps around your throat and chokes you . You sat there, at the dining table with him, your untouched plate on the table His gaze burned holes into your soul. As he let out a big disappointed sigh and approached you

Your voice cracked, small and barley heard but it was too late. You knew it the second those words left your pretty mouth The second your tone shifted. The second you looked at him

That he was really mad at you

You woke up grumpy as hell today. The day was cruel from the start you accidentally broke your acrylic , the sink overflowed, dinner burned, you were on the verge of tears all day

But none of that compared to Rafe storming in, already on edge, already furious, needing only the tiniest action to ignite the madness inside him.

“What the hell is that smell?” he growled, the moment he stepped inside the scent of charred food making him almost throw up You stood there,eyes glassy, hair a mess, wearing a shirt he hated, one with that stain on it.

You knew he would come home sooner or later And now you are crying?

“Rafe, no, there is nothing ” you tried, weakly your first mistake was thinking he’d listen. He didn’t. Of course he didn’t.

Rafe in a second crossed the room, already infront of you in his glory ,his hands seized yours, firm and unmovable, eyes scanning every inch of you for burns or bruises or anything Not because he just because that was what a normal person would do, No. Because you belonged to him. And damage to you was damage to him

“There’s nothing, Rafe. I’m not hurt.” But he didn’t let go. Not until you tore your hands away and quickly from his and snapped

“Rafe, seriously, stop! Just stop.” Your tone was loud , very loud that you didn't like it

It definitely didn't please rafe either

Since these words left your lips , when your voice raised at him  you felt it. That split-second of regret so heavy it crushed you.

“I need you to give me one fucking reason why are you acting like this" rafe eyes was on the ground next to you still demanding answers from you

“Like what rafe" you yelled at him , you didn't care anymore ,

"i'm...j..just tired and I feel so oversimulated a..an-"

“Is dinner done already?" Rafe cut you not giving a single fuck about your protests or your problems

You actually stood there amazed for a second , you let your tears fall now , there is no point in hiding them

"When you fix that attitude we can talk princess ' he muttered coldly as he left the kitchen leaving you standing there vulnerable, depressed and fed up

You actually made the table for him Rafe’s voice was low,a threat wrapped in silk. His eyes weren’t even on you, just staring at the ground next to your feet , he truly did want to face you but youre making it harder , you just stood there. Silent. Shattered.you still laid it out for him. Fork, knife, plate just the way he liked it.

He sat next to you on the table still not daring to have eye contact with you

"Are you gonna ignore me all day" you glanced at rafe again Still no response

but this time you broke down into tears , again, letting a sob trapped in you, it felt like someone was chocking you

“Listen rafe imsorryimsoosorry...I.. I.. I would never do this again I.." You were crying already trying to explain where all that attitude came from , face already swollen and red from the amount of tears you let tonight

At first rafe wanted to continue ignoring you like you were nothing,he wanted this cruel punishment to continue He knew the key to your discipline is silence

"Shhhh pup" rafe turned around to you , your cries changing his mind , he couldn't bear to see you in that moment, picking you up on his lap , letting you bury your face in his hard chest

A series of muffled apologies fell from your lips , grabbing into his neck like he is gonna dissappear at any second as Rafe gently rubbed your back , he told you it's ok and to calm down he isn't mad at you He will never get mad at you

"Next time your period is coming princess don't leave the bed "

[angelyuji]

just married!

i dont like this one as much as i liked calebs or ricks, but lmk if u see the vision or dont, thats okay too :( anyway i wanna write more dc stuff i also wanted to add the kids in more to show how they really like y/n but i wasnt sure how to tie it in bleh (lowkey wanna write more stuff like suppressed feelings too.... but alas time is not on my side)

cw // kidnapping, drugging, usual yandere behavior, dilf bruce wayne

yandere bruce wayne x f!reader

"congrats!"

"welcome to the new mrs. wayne!"

"omg (y/n) why didn't you say you got married!!!! congrats babe!!!!"

"congrats queen!!"

"many happy days to you and your husband!!"

your post was flooded with congratulations and well wishes, and you stare at your phone, confused. 'married? mrs. wayne?' you groan, getting up from bed. dealing with this will have to wait till after work. you resolve yourself to question your friend in the evening when you go to wayne manor.

you get ready quickly, your head pounding from the stress. you make your way out the door only to be hounded by cameras. 'fuck'

"mrs. wayne! mrs. wayne! how long have the two of you been married!" "when did bruce wayne propose!" "how-" "what-" "why-"

the flashing of lights, the microphones shoved in your face. you slammed the door closed as soon as you processed the situation. you close all your blinds and deadbolt your door, while simultanously calling your so-called friend as fast as you could. the phone doesn't ring long.

"(y/n)-"

"what the fuck did you do." you seethe.

"listen-" bruce's voice is calm, infuriating you even more.

you grit your teeth, rubbing your temples as you speak, "NO. you listen, you tell everyone that you made a mistake and take down this bullshit article about us being married. now, bruce."

"it's not bullshit, (y/n)." bruce is calm, speaking to you as if you're a child. "i'll send the kids over to deal with the press, so don't worry-"

you scoff, "i'm not sure why you're pulling this stunt, bruce, but it's not fucking funny. i'm not married and most definitely not to you."

bruce sighs, "just sit tight, okay? i'll be right there and we'll talk about it."

"talk about it? TALK ABOUT-" he hangs up before you could finish yelling. you let out a scream in frustration, stopping around your place. "FUCKING BITCH ASSHOLE FUCK YOU" you tire yourself out and you flop down onto the couch, shoving your face into the cushions. 'why is this happening to me?' you sob, crying yourself to sleep.

you don't wake up for a while, not even as a cool hand brushes through your hair, nor when soft lips press against your own. you lean into the cold, feeling soothed by strong hands carrying you. you don't wake up, too comforted by the gentle touch against your hot skin.

your eyes open the next morning, in a familiar room and a familiar house. you blearily look over to your side and see the face that's causing all this trouble. "bruce?" your mind clears with your vision, and you scramble off the bed. you notice in the mirror that he had changed you into one of his shirts, sending chills down your spine.

bruce grumbles, waking up at your noise, "it's early, come back to bed."

"no. no. explain, bruce. what the actual fuck is going on." bruce blinks at you before sighing.

"come sit on the bed and we'll talk." bruce pats the bed as he sits up. you hesitate before tentatively sitting on the bed. "i love you, (y/n)." he grabs your hand, "you've brought light into my life, to the kids, to everyone here. i didn't want to spend another moment away from you." bruce smiles at you as the sun peeks behind the curtains. you used to look at this man with wonder and care, but now... all you could feel was fear.

"bruce." you stay firm, snatching your hand out of his grip, "as... flattered as i am, this doesn't explain why everyone's saying we're married or why i'm in your bed." you grit your teeth.

bruce frowns, almost annoyed at your questions, "because we are married." you start to protest and he raises a hand. "you signed the papers with me... you don't remember?" bruce raises an eyebrow at you and you furrow yours in return.

"i didn't sign anything, bruce. i don't know what-"

"two weeks ago, i proposed to you after we had dinner together. i waited a week in case you changed your mind, but it's too late now." he pulls you into his lap as you think.

it was a peaceful. all the kids were out with friends or in their own apartments, so you and bruce finally had time to catch up. the two of you made quiet small talk as you eat. alfred had long since gone to bed and you were digging into dessert. once the both of you had stuffed yourself, the two of you rested in bruce's office. bruce had poured himself a glass of whiskey and had offered you some, but you declined.

"oh shit." bruce stares at the glass in realization.

you sit up, worried, "what?"

he laughs, wearily, "i have a meeting in the morning. if i drink now, i won't be able to wake up..." he rubs his temples, "lucius is going to be so pissed."

"can't you just... pour it back in?" he stares at you, incredulous, and you pout.

"(y/n), this is expensive stuff. i can't just pour it back in. it'll ruin the quality." he huffs and you snort.

"alright, give it to me, i'll drink it. i have the day off tomorrow anyway." you shrug and bruce hesitates. "give it before i change my mind, idiot." you roll your eyes and bruce chuckles, handing the glass to you. you down the alcohol in one go and shiver at the taste. "that tasted like shit. you said this was expensive?" bruce laughs at your remark, coming closer to sit next to you. before long, exhaustation creeps up to you and you fall asleep on bruce's shoulder.

"y-you drugged me?" you shove yourself off the man and he rolls his eyes.

"drugged is a stretch. you signed the papers, (y/n)." bruce cracks his knuckles, ignoring your tantrum.

"no, you fucking drugged me and then forged my fucking SIGNATURE." you scream, stomping your foot in anger. bruce stands up, his eyes narrow.

"don't be a child, (y/n). you'll wake the whole house up." bruce grabs your arm. "we're married because i love you. the kids adore you. alfred respects you. what more can you want?" bruce's eyes search your face, desperate for your understanding.

"i-i can't." you try to push him away, but his grip tightens.

"why? why not? is it money? i'm a goddamn billionaire, (y/n). you only need to point and whatever it is, it's yours." bruce begs you and you look away. how do you explain to him what he did was wrong... 'was it really that wrong?' you try to shake the thought away.

"i- i don't like you like that, bruce. you're... you're just a friend." you try to pull your arm away, but his grip doesn't loosen.

bruce's eyes darken and you pull harder, "you'll learn to love me like i love you, (y/n). just give it time. it'll be so much easier for you to be with me." you stop fighting as he continues, "you'll never need to work ever again, i'll take care of everything for you."

"bruce, i just- i'm-" you're not sure what to say. what could you say? 'everyone knows by now, so it won't be easy to annul the marriage...' you feel your head start to ache once more.

"i did what i had to for you, (y/n). you-" he pulls you into a hug, "-are my reason. my heart. my light. my everything." his cold touch soothed your pain once more and you lean into his embrace. bruce kisses your shoulder, "you don't have to love me back, just let me love you."

"are you sure this is the right thing to do, bruce?" dick stares at bruce.

"informing everyone before her will make it easier for me. make it harder for her to leave." bruce continues to type away at the batcomputer, still in his armor. he had to send out the news now, so you'll reach out to him right in the morning.

"so we go in after (y/n) calls and chase away the vultures." bruce nods as dick recounts the plan.

"everything will work out, dick. my wife is a forgiving person." bruce smiles.

dick rolls his eyes, "am i the only one with sense here?"

bruce ignores dick, "even if it takes her awhile, she'll understand why we did this for her." damian nods along with bruce's words and dick looks over to alfred, who sighs exasperated.

"and if she doesn't?" dick leans on the desk, eyebrows raised.

bruce stops typing, looking over to his son, "she will."

[bluehourbucky]

New beginnings

pairing: postblip!bucky x reader

summary: bucky finally comes back to you after being gone for 5 years and a little surprise awaits

a/n: Little late to the party but I just cant stop thinking about post blip bucky returning to his lover and the road to healing

warnings: pregnancy talk, therapy mentions, angsty, fluffy, long, happy ending

~~~~~

5 years ago

"I'll see you soon,doll."

Bucky holds your face in his hands, gently wiping tears that were running down your face. You promised you wouldn't cry, but you can't stop, after everything he's been through, you don't want to let him go. Wakanda has been kind to him and you understand why he has to fight but you want to be selfish.

You don't trust your voice, so you just kiss him with everything you have.

"Where is he?" you scream at Steve hitting him in the chest, your sobs filling the room.

"I don't know"

"I can't-" you choke, "you have to bring him back" your voice breaks. You slide down on the floor and sob.

"I'm sorry" you don't listen and you don't really care, you just need Bucky.

Maybe it's not healthy but you shut down and leave Wakanda somewhere where no one can find you, Shuri helps you, she understands your grief and promises not to tell Steve which you appreciate.

It was supposed to be just you and you never planned on going back to Wakanda so soon but things change. You're late and you're never late and you're afraid of what that might mean.

"No, I can't. I'm not." Shuri looks at you while you crumble before her eyes. The tears start falling, and all you can think about is Bucky. How would he react, would he want the child, would he be as terrified as you are right now.

"I'll let you think about it, but whatever you decide we are here for you. "

This is crazy you say as you're going back home to your little cottage in the middle of nowhere, prenatal vitamins tucked in your bag as well as some other natural stuff from Wakanda.

Pregnancy is hard as is but doing it alone almost impossible.

The morning sickness the dizziness, the constant ache of your body. But it was all worth it.

Because when you see the shiney blues of your daughters eyes, same as Buckys just in a tiny human your heart grows three sizes. She's perfect and so small you have no idea how to care for this tiny being.

But somehow you manage and your little girl grows, so fast you forget all the sleepless nights and all the tears and frustration.

You moved to a small town where you're not surrounded by nothingness. And her little three year old head is interested in everything and everyone. And when you take her to a museum dedicated to captain america and Bucky you're filled with guilt and longing.

You've been telling her stories about him, showed her pictures and she listenes with wide eyes and wonder.

"Mommy look Daddy!" she runs through the halls and points at every single picture of Bucky.

"Pretty!" she says as she looks at one of your favourite pictures of Bucky. Its the one from the 40s where he's still unbroken, untouched by Hydra.

"Yes baby." you whisper and kiss the top of her head.

She's just pure joy in such a tiny little body, like your own personal sun. You don't even notice the years go by.

present day

and then one day people start coming back.

The news are on TV and you turn up the volume.

"The great sacrifice of Tony Stark will not be forgotten as so many are reuniting with their loved ones who disappeared 5 years ago."

You don't dare hope even if Bucky returned you don't know if he survived the battle. But that night you cry like the first time you lost Bucky.

~

"Where is she Steve." Bucky asks again this time he shouts at his friend.

"I swear I don't know." Steve says sadly guilt eating him up for so many reasons.

"Was she?"

"No she-"

"Well why the fuck dont you know where my girl is. You're supposed to protect her. You promised."

Steve just lowers his gaze and is once again overwhelmed with sadness of failing his best friend once again.

"Sorry to intrude but I can help you with that."

Bucky's eyes full of tears look at Shuri with hope and desperation.

Buckys palm sweats and he wipes it down his jeans, he fixes his hair more times than he could count. He doesn't know what awaits for him behind the wooden doors of this small house that completely looks like something from your dreams.

What if you're married, and your husband opens the door or worse you see him and hate him for being away for so long.

And with heavy heart he knocks.

And he then is met with a little girl, two braids one on each side, flowercrown on her head, her little hands covered in flour from what he can tell. And then he looks into her eyes and his hearts drops.

"DOROTHEA JAMIE BARNES WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT OPENING DOORS TO STRA-"

you stop in your tracks when you see the man standing in the doorway.

"Bucky?" your hands shake your voice flaters.

"Daddy! You're back! I have so much to tell you!"

Your daughter grabs Buckys metal arm and leads him inside, and you watch a super soldier get dragged away by a four almost five year old.

Bucky doesn't move when your daughter sits him down and sits in his lap, settling herself in as if it's the most normal thing ever. Like she's done it a thousand times.

She talks and talks and he tries to listen the best he can, but most of his energy is going into trying not to cry or shake. He tries to meet your eye but you don't let him. Knowing that if you do that both of you will break and you can't do that just yet.

So you just return to the kitchen and make lunch as if nothing is out of the ordinary like you're not just seconds away from having a breakdown.

"I'm hungry now, mommy makes the best potato's and the best pie. I loveeeeee potatoes. Do you like potatoes? You have to like potatoes."

This tiny human again leads him where she wants to go and he is putty, just absolutely defenseless against this little girl.

You don't trust your voice so you just serve lunch without a word. Your daughter fills the silence with her stories, most of it is incoherent since she talks with her mouth full.

"And then Mr Bear took Mr Dinos arms!"

Bucky chuckles softly at her story of the huge crime that happened during tea time. He steals glances at you and his heart hurts. He can't imagine what you've been through and yet here you sit.

"Thank you for food mommy. Me and daddy are gonna play now."

again she grabs his hand and luckily she doesn't see the tear rolling down your face.

The day passes incredibly slow and yet too fast.

"She's out." The first thing Bucky says directly to you as he holds a little human close to his chest

You nod and lead him to her bedroom. The bedroom is painted yellow, little drawing on the wall some yours and some hers. Flower stickers on the walls and the bed. Little mushroom light on the bedside table turned off and on the top of a shelf two pictures. One with you and her and one of him.

Bucky slowly, sets her down in the bed and tucks her in her little hands holding onto his shirt which he gently removes.

"You're back. You're really here." you reach out and barely touch him before Bucky pulls you to his chest and hugs you. His metal arm around your waist and the other holds the back of your head, his face buried in your shoulder and your face in his neck. He breathes in and you smell like home, like love. Your sobs break his heart into million pieces.

"I'm sorry." Bucky chokes.

"I thought you were gone, I thought I'd never see you again."

Bucky then looks at you, like really looks at you, and he takes in everything. The way your body changed, the way you hold yourself, the way you grew without him, and how he'll never get those years back. He'll never understand the loss and fight you faced and he wishies he could and then the fear sets in. How can he fit here with you when you're so much further ahead.

"I missed you Bucky. More than words can describe. Can you please hold me. Just tonight and tomorrow everything can be hard but tonight I just want easy."

Bucky is not going to say no, he couldn't but the war happening in your head when you get to the bedroom is hard not to notice.

"I can wait outside." he whispers.

"No it's okay. It's just I'm not, my body isn't what it was."

Bucky is the first one to take the clothes off he stays in his boxers and settles in the bed while you stand in front of the dresser your nightdress in your hands, still dressed fully.

Bucky watches, he barely breathes as you slowly take off your shirt, your back turned to him, and then the pants. He sees your hips got wider, the stretch marks on your thighs and hips. You quickly take off your bra and put on your night gown. It's down to your knees. Your breasts much bigger than he remembers. But you still look perfect in his eyes. He opens his arm and you lay on his chest.

"You're breathtaking, doll." you sigh anad look at him.

"Bucky, you don't have to lie."

"I would never lie to you, I promised." He caresses your cheek and you close your eyes.

"I still love you. I want you here with us, but I want you to be sure you want that too. I know it's a lot and I have changed and you don't have to meet me here but - "

"Doll, there's nothing in this world that can now keep me away from you, I want this, I want you and I'll try my best to be the man you need."

"Bucky, I don't want you to be what I want. I want you to be okay. I want you to heal, to get here in your own time. I'll talk to Thea, you can take time. It's going to be hard." Bucky takes your hand in his and gives it a gentle kiss.

"I know baby. But I can do it. I love you."

"Okay. Love you too"

and you finally after so long you fall asleep in the arms of the love of your life.

~~~

The first month is great, Bucky is back and at that time it was all you needed but then everything started going downhill.

At first everything was perfect, you finally had what you've been wanting, a family with Bucky.

He's perfect, he wakes up first, cooks breakfast plays with your daughter, helps with chores and it's fine. Until it isn't.

"Bucky no. She can't have ice cream for breakfast and lunch."

"But-"

"No buts."

Your daughter cries and has a tantrum and you can see how much it hurts Bucky but you're not going to let it go.

"Bucky you can't keep leaving your arm in the dishwasher."

"No you can't let her climb a tree."

"You shrank all of our clothes."

And it's the little things that annoy you, where he just disregards your parenting, where he doesn't buy the right groceries or just moves things without telling you.

And then one day everything blows up.

"Its bed time Thea. Now."

you tell your daughter who refuses to go to sleep.

"No." she stomps her little foot and fights back.

Silly little no, that she didn't learn from you.

"I said now."

you know she's going to be grumpy if she doesn't sleep now and the next day she's going to be tired and impossible to deal with. It's bad enough she already ate candy before dinner.

"Maybe we should-"

"Bucky stop. She has to sleep now, you can't let her everything she wants, she doesn't know better. So no. Bed time is now."

"I hate you. You're the worst mom ever. I don't want to live with you I want to live with daddy."

The silence that follows is painful. You could hear a pin drop. You feel as if you've been slapped in the face.

Then after a few moments, your daughter starts crying. She doesn't understand why but you know, she sees your tears and a tiny part of her brain realises she hurt you but doesn't know what to do with that.

"Bed now." this time she listens and walks to her room, her tiny feet padding on the floor as she sobs.

"I'm sorry." Bucky says barely a whisper, not being able to look at you. He fucked up big time and he's scared.

"I don't want to hear it. I've been telling you for weeks. You don't listen or you don't care to listen. You can't be here if you still feel guilty. Guilt will get you no where, and you need to forgive yourself first for missing out, your life stopped when you blipped mine didn't. You instead you could do it. But you can't. And I don't hold that against you, but you do it to yourself. Please I can't help you, as much as I love you, I can't do it."

You walk into your daughters room and her quiet sniffs break your heart.

"Hey,bub." she sits up and wipes her tears with her sleeve.

"I'm sorry mommy. You're the best mom ever. And I'm sorry." she hugs you as tight as her body lets her.

"It's okay baby. Mommy's not mad and I forgive you okay. I know you didn't mean it. It was grumpy monster because you were late to bed time yeah?" she nods in your chest and sniffs.

"I love you the mostest in the whole world."

"Love you more bug. Night baby."

"Night mommy." she turns and in minutes shes asleep, exhaustion taking over.

When you walk into your bedroom you see Bucky sitting at the edge of the bed crying,his clothes scattered down on the floor and bag halfway packed.

"I called T'Challa they're gonna pick me up in the morning."

you sit next to him and he finally breaks down. You hold him while he cries, chants apologies. You cry with him, all the hurt you took alone you now share it with him. It's almost 3am when you finally go to sleep.

"I'll miss you. But I know this is the right thing to do." You nod and listen to his heart.

"I know. We'll be right here waiting for you."

The morning starts rough, you sleep in and your daughter already had a meltdown because she's hungry and then when Bucky tells her he's leaving for a while she's inconsolable.

"Don't leave please! I promise I will sleep at bed time. I will not look at candies and I promise not to put dirty socks under the couch!" she cries and holds onto Buckys leg. It's hard to watch.

"You put dirty socks under the couch? I thought an animal snuk in and stolen our socks?"

you say surprised, the socks have been disappearing like crazy and the culprit was in front of you all along.

"Uh no?" she stops crying as she realises she accidentally told you something you don't know.

"Listen baby, this is not your fault at all, Daddy is just going to help some people, remember the stories I told you?" she nods, and Bucky looks at you his eyes soft.

"Okay, be safe daddy. And please come back!" she gives him a wet kiss on his cheek and he puts her down.

"I'll see you soon, okay? I'll call when I can and I love you."

Couple of months pass and it's torture, Thea asks about Bucky every day and you miss him too. You talk from time to time, you can see he is tired and emotionally drained but he's getting better and it's all that matters.

"Mommy will daddy come for my birthday tomorrow?"

"Maybe, we'll see."

you don't want to ruin the surprise but Bucky is definitely coming and he's going to stay. He might not be completely healed but you two talked and it's going to be okay.

"MOMMY IT'S MY BIRTHDAY."

your daughter jumps into your bed and shakes you awake.

"I know baby, happy birthday."

"Where are my gifts?" She asks and starts looking around the room. Ah ever the materialist your little girl.

"Well I think one is waiting for you in the kitchen." she squeals and runs down.

"DADDY." you hear her scream from downstairs.

"You're here! Really here." She hugs him tightly.

"I promised, didn't I?"

Bucky spends all day with her, it makes you happy to see them happy. He looks incredible and healthy.

"Yay! Cake" your daugher claps when she blows out the candles. She smiles and laughs when both of you start kissing her.

The day ends and everyone is exhausted, you softly close the door after tucking her in.

"I am so tired, I don't think I've ever been this tired. Which is crazy cause I've had 2 hour long therapy sessions." you laugh and lean on Buckys shoulder.

"Who would've thought a 5 year old has so much energy?"

You two change and lay in bed.

"This is my first birthday with her. How did you do it?"

"I have no idea. Honestly."

Bucky hugs you closer.

"Thank you for waiting for me. Thank you for being you."

"I love you,doll. Thank you for letting me back in and giving me a chance."

"You deserve it Bucky.

You deserve happiness."

And Bucky believes you and he's so excited for the future.

[snail-day]

Tw: Yandere Behaviors, noncon/dubcon, power imbalance, degradation, voyeurism

I'm thinking swingers. Not intentional, not like you planned for this to happen using some fishbowl and keys from a party, but more like Nanami gets this deal of a lifetime from Geto, he gets to fuck Satoru’s brains out (probably just to finally get all that pent-up rage out from dealing with Gojo’s shit for years) if he agrees to let Geto have a turn with his wife.

Now normally? I don’t think Nanami would ever go for it. He’s too monogamous and a bit possessive over little ol you. Like he’s the type to call you his wife with so much weight and affection in his voice, it makes your knees buckle (even if you are the kidnapped pretty thing he keeps to warm his bed). But let’s say you piss him off. Just enough. Let’s say you get mouthy, start talking about freedom, start acting like maybe this marriage is just a cage.

So he agrees.

And you’re smug. Pulling up to this gorgeous mansion, all dressed up, thinking you’re about to break out. Like you’re about to taste some luxurious new kind of life. That maybe Geto, charming, soft-spoken, dressed in silk and all that cult-leader sweetness, is going to treat you better. Maybe he’ll worship you. He's always seemed so kind.

Except… he doesn’t.

He ruins you. Smiling the whole time. Calls it cleansing. Purification. Whatever twisted thing he whispers while making you sob on his cock.

And all the while? You can see Nanami in the next room. And he's not the calm, cold, control-freak husband you’re used to. He’s fucking the life out of Gojo - hand around his pretty throat, face buried in Satoru’s shoulder, hips snapping with something feral. Like something unhinged just beneath that suit finally snapped loose.

Now you're crying. But there's no one to save you. No one to listen.

Because Nanami's watching you fall apart and not doing a damn thing. He can pick up the pieces when he's done with his vengeance.

You wanted the grass on the other side? Though it was going to be greener? Well, hope you like getting walked like a dog across it.