#i'm relieved i managed to finish this in time

[reinamycloud]

Fic: The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Kissing by Reinamy (6.9K)

Fandom: Hey Arnold! 

Pairing: Helga/Arnold 

Rating: Teen for language 

Note: Written for @shortakiweek 2023′s prompt “time after time.”

Summary: Five times Arnold fails to kiss Helga and the one time he succeeds. Well...sort of.

[eudaimaniacs]

cherry (old! logan howlett x female reader)

character/universe: logan howlett/wolverine (x-men/marvel)

word count: 1.7k words

warning/s: full-on smut (minors, dni). loss of virginity and age gap

notes: i have a headache from swimming yesterday but still managed to finish this in a day (so it's not proofread). i have tons of requirements to do so i may do an occasional small imagine once in a while. anyways, enjoy!

You started dating Logan six months ago, and when the conversation about sex came up, you shamefully admitted that you're still a virgin. You didn't want to look like a little girl to the older man since you knew that he had dated and slept with numerous women in the past. When you let out those three words of truth, you expected him to break up with you. However, Logan smirked and remarked how he hadn't fucked a virgin for a long time.

So, it was a matter of waiting for you to lose your virginity to Logan.

You went to your close friends for sex advice. They weren't experienced with the topic but teased that you're going to fuck an old, attractive man. With a few good luck, you readied yourself for the day Logan will take your virginity. You didn't bother searching online since watching porn made you cringe. Additionally, the boys you dated were either clueless or too eager only fuck you. Logan wasn't like them; he cared and didn't date you because you were innocent and pretty.

One night, when you stayed at Logan's house, you decided to lose your virginity finally. You wore a white lace-trimmed tank top with black pajama shorts. You used the cherry lipgloss you bought for this occasion to make the night extra special. Logan donned the wifebeater tank top you loved. His salt-and-pepper hair and beard made him extra sexy, or maybe it was the age gap.

You two cuddled on the queen-sized bed you cleaned before this night. The softness of the pillows and the blankets didn't lessen your anxiety. With you touching his chest and Logan snaking his hand around your waist, you waited for the opportunity to bring up the conversation about sex again.

"Logan, honey? I have something to ask you," you whispered as you scratched his chin.

The older man hummed in agreement as he waited for your question.

Finding the right words, you blurted out, "Are you ready to have sex with me tonight?" With wide eyes and a beating heart, you hoped Logan wouldn't notice your nervousness.

He chuckled and kissed your cheek. Logan remarked, "I'm ready when you are, princess."

Your gaze softened as Logan agreed to have sex with you. However, it dawned on you that you didn't know how to start. Were you supposed to pleasure Logan first, or is he the one who should do it first? Should you take off your clothes when does it too? Who goes first? Who comes second? Your mind raced with the inexperience you didn't bother to fix.

"What's the matter, [Y/N]?" Logan noticed that you weren't taking action. You didn't want to admit you didn't know what to do. What if Logan wasn't attracted to your inexperience? What if he hated how awkward you are at initiating sex?

You took a deep breath before admitting to Logan, "I'm n-not too s-s-sure what to do, Logan. I tried to, you know, do my research about sex. S-so I'm sorry if I seem to be aw-"

Logan cut you off before finishing to tell him the truth. He sat up and rested on the headboard. The older man commanded you to take a seat on his lap. You quickly followed and rested your head on his chest. The beat of his heart assured you that Logan would be understanding about your anxiety about sex.

"It's okay, [Y/N]. You don't have to worry about having sex for the first time. I'm here to guide you. Remember when I told you how I hadn't fucked a virgin for a long time? I want your first time to be special, [Y/N]," Logan softly whispered as he caressed your back to relieve you.

You giggled and raised your head to kiss his neck gently. Logan chuckled at your sudden, playful attitude after assuring you everything would be okay. You pushed up your chest against his, and the older man seethed as he saw your breasts.

"Look at you now. You're now teasing me with your boobs. I thought you were nervous," Logan chuckled as he massaged your butt. You gave him a beck before replying, "Maybe you cast a spell on me, honey. I got a bit fired up with that sweet talk you did."

Logan lifted your chin and saw your glossy eyes accompanied by the cherry lipgloss. Your innocence, mixed with playfulness and the cute face and outfit you had, made Logan's heart race. He couldn't believe that you trusted him to be your first time. His rough, veiny hands caress your shoulder as he toys with the thin strap of your top. Your breath hitched up at the older man's soft and sensual action. You touched his chest to support yourself and felt your pussy wanting to be touched.

You slowly rubbed your clothed vagina on his black denim jeans as Logan went under your top to grope your breasts. You let out a shaky moan as you chased your high. Logan smirked as he saw your face contorting at the newfound pleasure.

"Let me do something, princess. Lay down for me," Logan grabbed your thighs, leading you to stop rubbing your pussy against his jeans. You were unsatisfied that he prevented you from chasing your climax. However, you were equally excited about what he would do next. You lay down on the bed as Logan told you and waited for his following action.

Logan kneeled at the end of the bed and asked, "May I take off your shorts, princess?" His rough hands caress the softness of your covered thighs. You slowly nodded, not wanting to keep Logan waiting for your response. He chuckled and reassured you that he would always be patient with you. You felt Logan sliding off your black pajama shorts, and you lifted your legs for him to take it off easier. The older man sucked his teeth as the sight of your lacy pink panties appeared.

Your heart was beating fast since you were one undergarment away from exposing your pussy. Logan pushed the fabric to the side and smelled your arousal. Sweet. He slowly circled your clit and licked your pussy to taste you. Logan moaned as he ate you; he wanted to do it fast as he had never tasted a virgin pussy before. However, knowing this was your first time, he took it slow. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation of Logan's tongue pleasuring you. You grabbed the bedsheets and screamed his name.

As you felt your stomach twisting, Logan stopped and wiped his lips coated with your arousal. You curved your eyebrows in disappointment as Logan continued teasing you. You whined about how he should stop it and remarked that you wanted to orgasm badly. Logan grabbed the hem of your tank top, telling you to take them off. He fondled your breasts and kissed you.

Logan shushed you and whispered, "I'm only prepping you, princess. I'm now going to give you the real thing." He stood up and unbuckled his belt for his massive penis to escape. You gasped at the length of it. How is it going to fit you? You were both hungry and scared of the enormous cock staring at you.

"Don't worry, [Y/N]. I'll take it slow, and you tell me if I need to take it out. Got it, princess?" Logan stared at your lust-filled eyes, waiting for your approval. You whispered a soft yes as you braced yourself for his length to push in. Logan grabbed your hips as he slowly entered inside of you. Your eyes suddenly opened at the foreign sensation penetrating you.

You let out a few tears but remained strong as you didn't want to embarrass yourself by tapping out. Logan saw it and whispered, "[Y/N], are you okay? Do I need to take it out?"

You shook your head and responded, "I'm okay, Lo. I need to adjust a bit to your length." Logan heartily chuckled as he rested his head beside your neck. You hugged his back and waited for the pain to subside. Taking a deep breath, you let out a small moan, signaling Logan to pick up the pace.

Logan started to thrust slowly and made sure that you weren't crying because of the pain. He lifted himself and pounded you. You grabbed his chest as you felt the shape of his dick molding your pussy. You screamed his name and told him how good it felt. Logan saw your bouncing tits and squeezed them.

"Lo-Logan, please kiss me. P-please, I need you to kiss me," you panted as you grasped the sheets. Logan leaned in to passionately kiss you. He tasted the sweetness of cherry lipgloss and let his tongue in. You scratch his back as you feel your high coming.

"I'm a-about to-fuck. I'm cumming, Logan!" You screamed as the older man quickened his pace to reach his high, too. You cried out pleasure as you felt his dick growing inside of you.

Logan hungrily kissed your neck and groaned at the sensation of your tightness. He went wild as he sensed his orgasm chasing him. You grabbed his hair to brace yourself from the immense pleasure coming.

"Let go, princess. Fuck, I'm close too. Come on, princess. Cum for me," Logan moaned as he quickly pounded for the two of you to release. You felt a wave of pleasure crashing over you as Logan did one effective thrust. You screamed out his name as your legs went numb at the pleasure.

Logan stayed inside of you as he released his cum inside of you. He pulled out to see the sheets stained with blood and your once-virgin pussy leaking with his cum. The older man kissed your forehead and grabbed a towel at your dresser to clean you up.

"How was it, princess? Was it good?" Logan asked as he gently wiped your thighs. You sat and rested your head on the board to look at him better.

You giggled and replied, "That was the best, Logan. I couldn't have asked for anything better." He softly grinned and leaned in to give you a soft, deep kiss. Logan savored the sweet taste of the cherry lipgloss. You hummed as he continued kissing you. And as the night became darker, the two of you slept soundly as the imprint of your gloss and virginity marked Logan and his warm cum filling you.

eudaimaniacs - 2024

[kykyonthemoon]

How to babysit a wounded little Hunter

Injured after a mission, you now indulge yourself in his special tender loving care.

ಇ. Character x Female Reader fanfic,

including Caleb, Rafayel, Xavier and Zayne

ಇ. Tags: fluff, domestic fluff, early stage of established relationship

A little heads up: The writer will not take responsibility for any side effect (such as toothache) that might come after reading the fic.

ಇ. Word count: 4k

ಇ. Requested by Wytchie Pie and x

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𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒃

You dimly sensed footsteps in the bedroom, and then one side of the bed sank. The acquainted scent and warmth embraced you. A cool hand rested on your forehead. In an instant, the heat in your body subsided.

So as soon as that hand was gone, you seized it.

"Don't go…"

You mumbled in a daze. There was a quiet laugh close to your ear, and then that palm brushed against your forehead again.

"If you don't let go, how can I take your temperature then, pipsqueak?"

You recognized that voice. It was Caleb's. So you acted even more aggressively. You yanked his hand tighter, so much so that his entire body appeared to collapse into the bed, just a little above yours.

"Huh? Aren't you a little too strong for someone who is sick?" Caleb laughed again. The sort of laughter that made you feel considerably better.

"I'm not sick." You were persistent, still. "Just feeling a little sleepy."

Caleb's hand tried to pull away from you. But perhaps he kept it that way on purpose, since given your current state, he would have no problem withdrawing if he truly wanted you to let go.

Caleb's hand patted you a little tenderly. He managed to grab the thermometer with his free hand. He took your temperature, then exclaimed: 

"Almost forty Celsius!"

You exhaled heavily, almost a moan. Every part of you felt irritated and heated. Despite this, you dismissed it, saying:

"I'm not... sick..."

Caleb used the chance to release his wrist from you. You opened your eyes slightly and gave him a disappointed expression.

"You have such a high fever, yet still saying you're not sick?" Caleb mumbled, but you caught every word. He handed you medicine, but you did not take it.

"Too bitter." You said.

"Quit whining. "Just take it and go to sleep."

"If I take it… you'll have to stay here with me, okay?"

Caleb sighed. "Only until you sleep, pipsqueak."

You smiled faintly and fast to accept the pills from Caleb's hand. You clutched his hand securely as you drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the Wanderers, the escapes, and the secrets in which you were a part of. Then, when you woke up again, you noticed Caleb seated beside the bed.

“You're awake now, pipsqueak?” He smiled at you. He was rather relieved. He put a hand on your forehead again. “Yup. No more fever."

Caleb's presence seemed to chase the nightmares away. You removed his hand from your forehead and held it tightly.

“How long have I been sleeping?”

"Let's see…" Caleb brushed his chin. "When you arrived home last night, you went to bed right away. You got a high temperature around early morning. From the time you took the medicine and fell asleep until now, I've finished a whole movie, cooked a delicious pot of porridge, and measured your temperature three times."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Caleb laughed. He squeezed your hand once. "You've just been asleep for a few hours. But it is past noon now. Are you hungry?"

You shook your head.

"Are you sure?" Caleb asked again. "I made a super delicious pork rib porridge for you though."

You opened your eyes wide and looked at him. Pork rib porridge was a dish he would often cook when you were sick and no longer in a mood to eat anything. That dish always helped you feel better, even just hearing about it was enough to make you crave food again.

"Pork rib porridge…"

You could only whisper that much when Caleb pressed the tip of your nose and said:

“I knew right away that you couldn't resist food.”

A minute later, the room was filled with the aroma of a still-hot bowl of porridge. Caleb put it on a little tray over the bed. You lay back against the cushion, staring at the meal in front of you as if it were a rare delicacy, despite the fact that the ingredients were absolutely basic.

You looked over at Caleb. He was observing you. "What's wrong? Still no appetite?"

“It's too hot…” You pouted. “Besides,… both my arms and body are aching…”

It took a quite difficult mission in extreme weather, and a high fever to receive special care at your bedside. How could you not enjoy it?

Caleb read you right away. He said: “What? The Hunter in Linkon wants me to feed her? Weren't you delirious this morning, saying you had to go fight off Wanderers?”

“When did I say that? But it's okay if you don't help me. I don't want to eat anymore.”

“Are you still a three-year-old then?”

Even though he grumbled, Caleb still smiled very gently. He scooped a spoonful of porridge, blew on it to cool down, then held it out to you.

You opened your mouth really wide, making him chuckle. When he saw that you were eating well, Caleb felt relieved. He teased:

"I thought you're a grown-up now and wouldn't need me to take care of you anymore."

You replied, still with a mouthful of pork rib porridge: "When you lose your cooking skills, I won't really need you anymore then."

Caleb laughed aloud. He patted your head and said: "I didn’t expect my vacation to turn into a part-time job for babysitting. If I catch a fever from you, you must take care of me in return.”

You rose up in a sudden and pressed your still-hot face into the crook of Caleb's neck, nearly dropping the porridge spoon.

“Then I’ll cook pork rib porridge for you. Just heads-up though, even if it tastes yucky, you must eat it all!”

𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍

The door to the hospital room opened. Rafayel's curly purple hair appeared. And immediately, your phone lit up with a text message from Thomas:

[The little devil is coming for you. Sorry, I did my best.]

You exhaled. Clearly, he had not done his best. That was why Rafayel was here, staring at you with such a deep gaze from the entrance.

"Er… "Hello, Rafayel..." You waved your arm, attempting to greet him with a warm smile.

"Rafayel?" He frowned. "Do you still remember that we know each other?"

"Huh? Why did you...?" You left your sentence incomplete as Rafayel surged inside. He placed his hands on his hips, his expression filled with slanderous words as he accused you.

"Who are you? Do I know you? It's been eight hundred years. Jellyfishes are walkin' naked. Sea turtles climb trees. Sharks are eatin' grass for free! And finally, you remembered me?"

You frowned. Why was there something that rang so familiar with this scenario? Yet it was still off.

“Rafayel, I—”

“When are you going to tell me you're hurt?”

Rafayel pointed a finger directly to your shoulder, where the white bandage was visible through the hospital gown. That was the real reason he was precisely distressed.

“Even Thomas knew you were injured. Yet you didn't say a word to me?! You left me waiting alone for three hours at the exhibition. I can't believe you stood me up!”

You lifted your hand, intending to remind Rafayel to keep his voice down because you were both in the hospital. But he gave you no opportunity to speak.

"Do you realize how scared I was? When Thomas told me you couldn't come, I thought about all the things that could happen to you!”

"Rafayel…" You finally found a chance to interrupt him.  “Let's calm down first. I didn't mean to hide it from you, it's just... I haven't told you yet..."

Rafayel crossed his arms. He was still irritated.

“I can't believe it! You deliberately manipulated me with your innocence so that I would let you get away this time!”

You felt dizzy in the head, and your ears were ringing with Rafayel's nagging words and accusations. The injured one was you. Why did you feel as if you had just committed a great sin?

"ARGHHH!" You shouted and clutched your bandaged shoulder. "It hurts!"

Rafayel quickly forgot the rage in his heart. He moved right away to the bed and gently raised your arm. His eyes were full of concern and anxiety.

“Are you hurt? I'll call the doctor here right away!”

You grasped Rafayel's hand, urging him to stay with you.

“See? I'm still very strong. Just a little hurt."

"How much is a little?" Rafayel frowned. You could feel his hot glare on your shoulder, soaking into the bandage and searing your wound.

"… This much." You clasped your thumb and index finger to form a circle, then held it up for Rafayel to see. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his chest.

"I don't believe you anymore." He continued to speak with a condescending tone. "I have to check it out with my own eyes."

"Huh? What do you mean?…” You suddenly blushed. Rafayel looked at you with serious eyes, yet very sincere. He replied:

“Your wound. I want to see it."

The mere notion of Rafayel wanting to look behind your garments made your cheeks flame. You withdrew your hand and refused:

“I told you I'm fine… Don't make such a scene…”

“If I don't see it, how can I be sure you're not lying to me? This isn't the first time you've hidden your injuries..."

That was all Rafayel said. You gazed at him for a second. Aside from being concerned about you, he was also saddened since you had repeatedly hidden your wounds from him. A great deal when you did not want to bother him, he always found out and became much more frustrated.

"Alright then…"

Eventually, you had to give in. You turned your back to Rafayel and carefully slipped the shirt collar down your shoulder, displaying the neatly wrapped bandages around your torso.

You could see your reflection in the front window. Your face turned crimson. And Rafayel stood next to the bed, attentively investigating you, his fingers softly caressing the gauze, causing you to bow slightly in pain as well as anxiousness.

“Yet you said it was just a little wound.” Rafayel muttered. It was his hand that drew your collar back up. And the next thing you knew, you were upgraded to the best room at the hospital.

You weren't used to how wealthy people spent their money. You looked at Rafayel, who had constantly been by your side during your hospital stay. He requested you to remain in the most advanced hospital room, with the greatest level of care. More than that, he refused to leave your side even when you asked to be alone.

"You don't have to do this, Rafayel." You spoke as he was peeling the fruit for you.

"Open your mouth." He handed you a slice of mango. Even if your lips stated it wasn't required, you nevertheless welcomed all of his attention.

"I'm serious…" As soon as you finished swallowing the mango, he gave you another slice. "Really, um... This mango is truly delicious..."

"Do you crave anything else?" Rafayel purposely ignored every time you told him he didn't need to stay there all day and night to care for you. Your wound had improved significantly.

“I think I can be discharged from hospital and get back to work now…” You said. “I don't want to bother you anymore…”

"What's that?" Rafayel pretended not to hear you. “I think I heard the sound of abalone porridge just being delivered to the hospital. Let me go grab it.”

You sighed. Another expensive meal he had prepared for you. But you knew how much you would miss these things when you left the hospital at last and could no longer benefit from his tender loving care.

“Maybe I'll stay here one more day... You're spoiling me too much...” You muttered beneath your breath, but Rafayel overheard everything. He pinched your cheek and responded:

“You're staying because of the delicious food, not because of my devoted service? This is so heartbreaking! Then, after you've recovered, I'll make you repay everything. You have to work overtime as my bodyguard too!"

𝑿𝒂𝒗���𝒆𝒓

You crept along the hospital's vacant rear door. You were just hospitalized in the afternoon due to an injury suffered while on job. Even though the doctor advised you to stay for additional examination, you believed the damage was minor. On top of that, the mission was not yet over. You needed to get back to headquarters.

Unfortunately, your escape did not go well. You ran into a familiar shoulder before you could complete the corridor.

"X-Xavier?" You became pale, but not because of the pain. It was only that you were astonished and a little ashamed when caught red-handed.

His look was incredibly complicated, ranging from apprehensive to serious and somewhat furious.

"Where are you going?" he inquired.

You didn't dare to reveal the truth, so you invented an excuse: "Ah... well... The hospital room is quite boring, so I decided to go for a stroll."

"From the back door?"

"Er… I heard the nurse say this is a quicker shortcut to the garden..."

Xavier gazed at you for some time. You clutched your hand tight, terrified that he would not believe that ridiculous excuse. Yet, Xavier nodded at you: "Then let's go together."

Before you could respond, Xavier grabbed your hand and led you outside. It was night time, the wind blew, sending you a slight chill. Xavier took off his coat and draped it over your shoulders. That incredibly gentle gesture made you feel more guilty than ever for lying to him.

“Lead the way.” He told you shortly. For some reason, you had the impression that he was in extreme anger over you.

During the stroll, you didn't dare to speak, and Xavier did the same. He strolled close to you, as if keeping watch rather than walking together. You wandered about for a long time, but there was no trace of the hospital's garden anywhere. Xavier continued to follow your every step in such silence. Him being like that evoked even more guilt in your heart.

At last, you couldn't take it any longer and had to confess: "Xavier... Actually... The truth is, I don't know where the garden is..."

At that point, he spoke up and asked: "So why did you leave your hospital room?"

You didn't dare look into his eyes, so you just stammered an explanation: "Ah... My injury is nothing to be concerned about... That's why I... planned to return to headquarters..."

You noticed Xavier's hands clenching into fists. Fearing he'd be upset, you added: "The doctor also said my injury wasn't too serious— Ah!"

Xavier abruptly pulled your wrist, causing the wound on your arm to hurt. He read through your face which was miserable but still faking a smile. His voice turned sharp:

“If I hadn't caught you, would you really have sneaked away from the hospital?”

Your body convulsed in pain, but you were more concerned about Xavier's rage. You said, "I'm sorry... I was wrong... I'll return to the hospital room right now..."

"Good." Xavier responded curtly. Then he quickly leaned down and held you up in the attitude of a princess being carried.

"W-What are you doing, Xavier?"

"Let's take you back to the hospital room." His expression remained frigid, making you both terrified and embarrassed to be carried by him in such a manner.

Xavier did not return to the same path you had taken. Instead, he took you into the front entrance, where many people, including patients and hospital staff, could see you.

"Xavier? You... put me down! "They are looking at us!"

"I want them to see, so they know you intend to escape the hospital and will monitor you more closely."

Your cheeks became scarlet with humiliation. You swore you saw a kid pointing at you and chuckling, "Mom! I want to be carried like that princess, too!"

And you swore you saw Xavier smirking at that.

After an embarrassing journey, you finally arrived at your room. Xavier set you down on the bed. He chose to remain silent with you as punishment for your unsuccessful escape. You saw him sitting in the corner of the room, peeling a red apple for you.

“Xavier?”

You called out, but he didn't look at you and just replied curtly:

“Rest.”

“Are you angry with me?…”

Xavier's silence revealed the answer. You groaned and pulled the warm cover up high, as if to conceal yourself away from Xavier's rage, but he remained as quiet as a cloudless sky.

When he finished with the apple, he brought it over and gave you a slice. "Eat."

You did not enjoy this cold and distant demeanor of Xavier. If he was upset with you, he should have expressed it directly. You knew it was your fault, and he was so concerned about you that he got mad when you lied to him like that.

"Xavier, I'm sorry…" Your hands seized Xavier's wrist, which was clutching the apple slice. Your eyes widened as much as possible, even giving the impression that you were going to cry.

In the end, the ploy worked. His gaze had softened completely. He placed the plate of apples on the bed and used his other hand to elevate your chin a little. He said: "If you know your fault, then obediently eat all of these and rest."

His hand softly separated your lips, and his other hand inserted a slice of apple for you to eat. You were back in the sunshine, coaxing him to sit on the bed next to you.

"I'll give you three days to recover." Xavier spoke, his voice still agitated, but you could feel his boundless care and love.

"Then I shall bother you to watch over me for a few more days!"

𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆

You had just returned to your private cabin at the icy mountain base when you heard a tap at the door. You answered the door, wondering who was seeking for you at this hour, and there was Doctor Zayne, holding a first-aid kit while standing outside.

“Zayne?” Your eyes caught the blood on his face and neck. Snow adhered to his dark hair. You took a step back and allowed him inside. "Why are you here?"

Your team had accepted the mission of rescuing people caught in an avalanche created by a group of Wanderers on the mountain. You had learnt that a team of physicians from Akso Hospital was also on their way. But you did not expect to see Zayne here.

Zayne set the first aid pack on the table and then turned to you. He went on to say: "I'm here to do my duty as a doctor."

You widened your eyes and inquired him again, "Your duty as a doctor?"

Zayne pointed to your abdomen, which was soaked from your own blood oozing through the gauze you had recklessly covered earlier.

"Oh dear…" You cried out. You were so engaged in battles that you didn't have time to look at your wound. Your head began spinning as a result of excessive blood loss.

Zayne's powerful arms directed and assisted you to the table. He put you to the wooden table and took a chair to sit in front of you.

"Doctor Zayne, what are you going to do?"

You noted this when you found his hand on the hem of your shirt. He seemed to want to lift it up.

"Treating you."

You knew that. But you were still extremely nervous when thinking that he was about to lift up your shirt. So your hand was still securely grasping his, preventing him from moving any further.

“I've already bandaged it. A nurse also helped me stitch up the wound earlier..."

During the turmoil, you recalled being stabbed in the abdomen. A nurse assisted you in stitching it up, but because there were so many others with more serious injuries, you let her tend to them while you put bandages over yourself and returned to the battlefield. Perhaps your clumsiness caused the wound to bleed a great deal more.

Zayne used his other hand to remove yours before pulling your shirt up. The gauze surrounding your abdomen was drenched in blood. He slowly withdrew it as you writhed in pain and embarrassment.

"Try to sit still for a bit, will you?"

Zayne's soothing voice burst out, calming you down a lot. You sat on the table, your hands lifting your body up while you looked down at the doctor who was treating your wound. The fact that you had to display your skin beneath his gaze made you uneasy and desire to cover your face. But Zayne was quite professional. He remained silent and entirely concentrated on his work. He cleansed the wound and applied a new layer of gauze. His warm breath occasionally wafted against your skin, causing you to tremble slightly. Even when his frigid fingers touched you, it seemed like you were being scorched.

"It's done."

Zayne said after fixing the new layer of gauze. You were a little discontent when his fingers left you. You were ready to pull your top back down when Zayne lightly rubbed his fingers against your abdomen.

“Ouch!” Even though the place he touched was not wounded, you were still startled and embarrassed.

“Just checking it again.” Zayne elaborated. He had you sitting on the table, your bandaged abdomen at his eye level. You could feel his stare through the gauze, pausing a bit too long in areas that were not covered by anything.

“Doctor Zayne… Are you done now?”

You attempted to keep your speech cool, but your crimson cheeks could have given you away. Zayne appeared to flash a little smile. You felt the icy sensation of his fingertip on your skin again as he slid it beneath the hem of your shirt, then pulled it back down.

"I am now." He answered while returning the supplies to the first aid kit. "Don't be so reckless next time. You have to care for yourself first before you can save others.”

"Hold on." You stopped him. You altered your position and stared into his eyes. "You always say so, but can you actually do what you say?"

Zayne tilted his head to look at you. You took advantage of the moment and raised his chin to have a better look. He had a minor cut on his forehead, and the blood on his body was most likely someone else's.

"You rushed here to take care of me, while you, yourself, are in this condition."

You spoke. His hand found your wrist.

"I barely got a few scrapes. Not as concerning as someone who rushed into the battlefield with a bleeding stomach."

"Whether the wound is big or small, it can be critical." You stated precisely what Dr. Zayne told you whenever he saw you injured, even if it was only a little cut.

Realizing that he had just tasted his own medicine, Zayne let out a small laugh. Then he tugged your hand, causing you to almost lean towards him. He gazed into your eyes for quite a while.

"So, my doctor, will you treat me?"

You blushed again. Zayne relinquished his hand, allowing you to properly wipe the blood off his face. You had to confess that you were a little awkward, owing to your unexpected closeness to Zayne in such a private and calm setting. He probably could hear your heart racing. He supported your hand which was holding a sterilized cotton pad and said:

"If you want to become a skilled doctor, in situations like this you must be even calmer."

"I'm not as professional as Dr. Zayne." You answered with a little caustic tone. "You were able to treat my wound so calmly just now."

Zayne gazed at you for an instant. His face remained calm, but his eyes were not.

"I'm a skilled doctor. Yet, it doesn’t imply that I wouldn't feel anything while treating the girl I like in such a... condition."

[imagoodcop]

@idefendthecrimes

{In spite of how hard I was working to guard my heart here and now, even I couldn't help but to smile when Wesley referred to me as incredible. Especially when it was followed up by a quip about brownie points} Thank you... And I'll take the brownie points into consideration. {I lightly quipped in response. Tonight was going surprisingly well. In one sense, I was a little disappointed by that since it meant I wouldn't get to use my taser on Wesley after all, but that minor detail aside, I was admittedly relieved to see he really had changed since the selfish prick I knew back in high school} Oh trust me, I would have enjoyed slapping that cuffs on you so much that words wouldn't be able to fully convey my elation... {I started to say as a teasing smirk played across my lips. Letting Wesley chew on that for a second or two before I continued with my thought} Fortunately for you, your powers of persuasion managed to sway my decision on that, and well, don't let this go to your head or anything, but your charms tonight convinced me not to use my taser on you later, so things are definitely working in your favor. {I lightly teased as I finished off my beer. I had a feeling we would be wrapping this up and going our separate ways from here momentarily, which made me wonder how this night would end... Would this be the last time Wesley and I get together for drinks, or would he end up asking me out for a real date? I certainly wasn't going to put myself out there and ask him, so the ball was undeniably in his court now} Don't you dare gloat or even consider an "I told you so" type of comment or anything resembling it, but I had fun tonight... I'm glad we did this.

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us.

@imagoodcop

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us. 

Wesley Evers, the guy that defended the crimes that he felt weren’t committed. He was also the wealthy lawyer that refused to allow his mother to help him out. Growing up he never saw everyone in black and white. In school he purposely tried to disappoint his mother, he wanted to be the black sheep. He never understood the concept of well income families being better than the lower. He never cared about the money, he never wanted a career the best law program, the best lawyer company based on who his family was. He wanted to earn his spot on his own merits. A concept his family never understood. When I graduated I purposely picked the farthest school from my family, I honestly considered changing the last name but too much effort. 

Wesley was a defense attorney he was based in LA, he was one of the defense lawyers the Wilshire station used when a cop got themselves into a sticky situation. Wesley had those cops on speed dial it helped his reputation. Grey knew he was able to call day or night, and I’d hope out of bed and be restless and do my job. Being in LA the last few years; Wesley had reinvaded his life. He came off a broken engagement; purposely. He was guilty for the fallout; he was guilty for hurting Monica, for forcing her to end it. Truth was instead of being honest with myself, about how I didn’t love her enough to say I do, I felt like she liked the name Evers, what my family’s money the last name could do for her. Which is why I opt from allowing any of my dates from knowing who I am, the evers name. It opens doors but at what cost? 

I cheated why? Because I knew it would be the straw that broke her; force her hand to toss the diamond in my direction. Wesley liked helping people but when it came to dating he was a massive mess. Wesley decided his energy was best put into his career, he was just stepping out of his car, the expensive one, the only black expensive car he wanted in his life; but he did buy on his own. He had his briefcase in hand as he was preparing for a debriefing here at the station, a kid was wrongly accused of stealing, when it shows it was only because the manager of the store was unwilling to work with him, give him the money he owed the young idiot. He was near the food trucks where the cops of LAPD tended to hang out on their off shifts or a lunch break, when he barely felt the movement. “ Greg” He called as he felt the way my case fell, and I felt wobbly on my feet. My own client was the one what I felt ambushed me. As I got a handle on myself; Wesley spotted the boy running away with his flies; his case. Panic arose as he glanced to the two cops. 

“ Help, he just took my flies.” My flies, eyeing the younger male as he already had his hand on the gun and made a beeline after my idiot client. Stressful on my part. As for the brunette; she felt familiar yet I had no idea how. She wasn’t a client right? Brows pushed together; as he eyed her. “ Are you just gonna stand on your ass or will you do your damn job?” I asked more so out of annoyance; or was I about to go man hunting for my own client.

[vxlvted]

Night Out

Chan x afab!reader

warnings: unprotected sex, needy chan (kinda?), reader is described to have curly hair

a/n: I normally find it so weird when I try to write in second person but I decided to try it for this one. I tried to give the story some plot in the beginning but I couldn't figure out where to go with it. I'm not the best at titles. I'm also not the best at writing dirty talk so theres minimal dialogue here..

MDNI !!

Tonight, all your friends were gonna dress up and go out to a restaurant to eat (and maybe drink a bit too).

It was you, Chan, a few of the Stray Kids members and their girlfriends. You stood at your dresser and had just finished getting dressed and applying minimal makeup.

Your hair was out in its natural curly state and was pulled up into a pretty ponytail with two strands pulled out and hanging on each side of your face.

You were currently putting earring in. You didn't normally wear earrings that often, opting to just wear necklaces or rings but everyone was dressed up fancy tonight. You had on a sleek black dress that stopped just before your knees. And some nice high heels—despite your usual preference for sneakers.

Behind you stood Chan, dressed just as nicely. He had his arms wrapped around your waist as he presses kisses to your neck.

The minute you put the dress on, he was all over you immediately.

“Why are you all over me? Can I finish getting ready?” You playfully asked, your voice laced with laughter as you tilted your head slightly, still focused on the mirror.

Chan trailed his kisses from your jaw to where your pulse beat against his lips.

He hummed before mumbling against your neck, “You look good.” He whispered, punctuating each sentence with a kiss. “Smell good. I love you.”

You finished clasping on your second earring as you watched him through the reflection of the mirror with hooded eyes as he pressed a slow kiss to the soft spot on your neck before trailing back up.

When he pulled away, you diverted your eyes away from the mirror and turned around to face him. Chan moved from around your waist to rest on the dresser on either side of you.

You didn't have much time to look at him before he captured your lips in a kiss but when he moved back, you finally got a good look at his face.

His pupils were blown wide, his gaze hooded with something obvious.

You just barely managed to conceal the laugh that bubbled up at your lips. If the way he was all over you hadn't given him away, the look in his eyes certainly did.

He looked.. completely infatuated. Like he was drunk on you. Your face, your lips, your eyes, your body. Your dress. You.

“You look beautiful.” He whispered before kissing you again. “Sexy.” He mumbled.

You could only laugh, shaking your head slightly as you caught another glimpse at the look in his eyes.

“Don’t laugh at me,” He pouted and kissed you one more time before you put your hands on his chest and gently pushed him away so you could look at each other.

“Are we staying?” You asked, your tone completely casual but it was obvious your words were sarcastic. If you didn't stop him now, you two wouldn't make it out the house.

Chan chuckled and shook his head before dipping down to press a kiss to your neck. “Later?” he whispered, his voice full of hope.

You hummed agreeing, and couldn't help but smirk at the way he was practically begging.

Chan inched, again, and pressed one more kiss to your lips before—finally—pulling away, but keeping your body’s pressed together.

You took a quick glance down and smirked softly, his hard-on was pressing against both the fabric of his pants and your thigh.

A smirk curled onto your lips. Ah.

“Fix that,” you whispered to him.

Chan glanced down, his face reddening slightly as he brought a hand down to grab his belt and grumbled, “Shit..”

You bit back another laugh.

“later,” He repeated, though this time with more certainty, before swiftly heading towards the bathroom to relieve himself of his problem.

You only hummed in agreement as you grabbed your phone off the dresser and left the room.

You weren't going to let the tension linger too long. You were both about to have an evening to enjoy with your friends.

And a night to look forward to when you both got home.

-----

The restaurant was lively as laughter and chatter filled the air. Some of your friends were tipsy, others drunk.

It was clear Chan still wasnt over his earlier frustration because whenever he got the chance, he would subtly feel you up. A hand on your waist in passing or on your thigh as you sat together, inching dangerously high.

Chan sat on a chair and you were stood up beside him, your legs brushing against his knee, his arm wrapped around your waist.

Mostly everyone was standing now as they got ready to leave. Chan lifted his head to look at you. Anyone with a keen eye can see the way his eye s darkened as he gazed up at you.

You smirked ever slightly. Your finger trailed from his collarbone down to the hem of his shirt.

The sensation made his breath hitch, his eyes closing briefly as he felt your touch, sending a shiver down his spine. He leaned his head back slightly, exhaling as he gazed up at you. His eyes heavy with lust and affection mingling in his gaze.

Your voice was whisper as you teased, “Be patient.”

You lifted the same finger up to boop his nose, before taking a sip of your drink, the glass hiding your mischievous expression.

Then, as if the interaction never happened, you looked back towards Changbin’s girlfriend, Jiyeon, to continue your conversation.

It took a moment for Chan to follow along as he finally ripped his gaze away from you and stood to get ready to go.

You, Chan, Jiyeon, and Changbin had arrived in your car, with Chan driving. Chan stood and whispered to you he was gonna go start the car before walking out.

When he left, Jiyeon came up and whispered to you, “Should we let you guys go home alone?” she asked, glancing back at Chan for a second,

You looked to where Chan had just left then back at her and laugh at shook your head. “Its okay,” You insisted but she cut you off waving a hand.

“Don’t worry about it, we can get a ride from someone else.” She said.

“Don’t keep him waiting.” She teased, waving you away. You laughed and rolled your eyes before saying your goodbye’s to all your friends.

-----

The ride home was silent and tension filled. When you made it home, you just barely managed to take off your shoes and make it to the bedroom before Chan was on you again. His wands wrapped around your waist as he pressed his lips to yours.

“Wait, let me—” you mumbled as you tried to pull away. “Let me take my stuff of first.” You laughed.

Chan hummed against your lips as he pulled you back into a kiss. “Keep the dress.” he murmured as he gently pushed you to lay back on the bed.

Your breath hitched as you feel his cold hands trace the curve of your waist, making their way up to your ribcage and tugging at the straps of your dress.

Your body instinctively arches towards him, silently begging him for more. You gasp when you feel his mouth trail soft kisses along your jawline, his lips nipping playfully at your ear lobe.

You reach down in between your bodies to slide his zipper down, feeling the hardness beneath them. Your lips lock again as you tongues intertwine, teeth briefly clicking together.

“Take it out,” Chan rasped as he urged your hand inside his briefs, “Please.”

You wrap your fingers around his thickness, eliciting a groan from his lips as you stroke him slowly.

“Fuck..” Chan moans as you take hold of his cock. His hips jerk towards you involuntarily, pressing his throbbing erection further into your grip.

Your hand pumps his length as your thumb swipes over the tip, gathering the precum that had begun to spill over. Chan’s breathing grew ragged and he ground himself against your palm.

“Y/N…. God..” He groans, his voice thick with lust.

Chan lifts the hem of your dress, pushing it up to expose the lace of your panties.

He slips two fingers past your underwear, and a low growl rumbles in his chest as he draws circles over your clit with his fingers, causing a whimper to escape your parted lips. Your body squirms beneath him, seeking more friction.

With on swift movement, he pulls off your soaked panties, giving him full access to you slick folds.

He slowly pushes himself inside you, the warmth and tightness of you surrounding him make him grit his teeth.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into you. A gasp escapes your lips as he fill you completely, your nails digging into his back. He pressed his lips to your to conceal a whine that escapes his lips.

Your walls tighten around him as you adjust to his size but soon you begin to move with him, matching his rhythm and chasing the growing pleasure.

Chan’s pace quickens as you rock with him, driving harder into you with each thrust. His breath becomes heavier, grazing across your neck, causing shivers to course through you body.

“Fuck,” He groans against you neck before pulling out. A whimper escapes your lips at the sudden emptiness you feel.

Chan taps your thigh twice, “Turn around.” He breaths out as he sits back on his heels and you turn your body to prop yourself up on your hands and knees. Chan uses one hand to pump his dick as the other grabs the back of your dress and scrunches it up around your hips to pull you back onto him.

Chan’s thickness nestles between your cheeks, throbbing against your wet entrance. He teases, sliding his hard cock up and down your slit before gripping your hips firmly and filling you completely. A cry escapes your lips, muffled by the bedsheets bunched beneath you. You push back against him, greedy for more.

Your tight pussy stretched around him, pulsing with pleasure as he pounds into you. Wet slapping sounds fill the air, mingling with your moans and his guttural groans.

Chan fuck you mercilessly, stretching and filling your drenched pussy, your arousal increases, building up the tension within you. He shifts slightly, changing the angle and hitting that sweet spot inside you.

You gasp loudly as Chan grips your ass tightly and hammers into you. He smacks your ass, groaning at the way the skin ripples with each thrust.

Your walls tighten around him as you come undone, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure rush through you. Your head falls forward, unintentionally muffling the sound of your cries in your pillow.

You can already quickly feel yourself getting close again and you moan out a "Wait," and Chan immediately slows down his thrusts, his hands coming down to rest on your waist. "You okay?" He asks, his tone breathless and you nod. "Wanna ride you.”

With a grunt, Chan pulls out and rolls onto his back, pulling with him. Your eyes meet briefly as you straddle his waist, teasingly rocking over his shaft. leaning forward, you lap at his neck, tasting the saltiness of sweat against his skin. You tongue draws circles around his adams apple which vibrates against your lips as he moans.

“Don’t tease..” He moans out, lifting his hands to grip your waist and press your harder against him. You both moan when the tip of his dick catches against your clit.

Your hips roll instinctively, grinding your sensitive pussy along the base of his erection. He pushes up into you, the tip slipping in just an inch making you both gasp and pause.

With a grin, you lift your hips and position his tip at your glistening entrance. Looking deep into his hooded eye, you slowly sink down until your clit rests against his pelvis.

You let out a throaty moan, relishing in the feeling of being so full once again. Chan’s hands fly up to pull the top of your dress down. He reaches around and with practiced precision, unclasps your bra and tugs it off. His hands cup your breast, squeezing and massaging them, running the pad of his thumb over your nipples.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Chan groans, “Look so good riding me.” He says, pushing his hips upwards and meeting yours with each bounce.

You lean back, placing your hands on his thigh as you grind against him. Your back arches as you slide up and down his length. Chan brings one hand to rest on your hip as his thumb rubs on your clit and you can feel yourself getting close again.

Your breath catches on your throat as your climax nears. Your moans become louder and you close your eyes as the familiar sensation builds. “That’s it baby, cum for me.” Chan moans as he feels his own pleasure build.

Your climax crashes over you like a wave and a scream tears through your throat as your body trembles. You call out Chan’s name, your voice breaking as your nails dig painfully into his thighs, drawing out his own orgasm, his warm cum coating your insides.

Gasping for breath, you collapse forward onto Chan’s chest, his heartbeat pounding against yours. He wraps his arms around you, his breath coming out hard and fast. With a shaky exhale, Chan lightly kisses you temple, his hands stroking your hair.

[cobaltperun]

Jerks With Hearts of Gold - Property Damage

SMUT! Bottom Tara Carpenter x Top Female Read

Summary: Tara's reckless habit bites you in the ass before you can finish.

Warning: Smut, so minors do not interact, top Reader, bottom Tara, oral sex, vaginal sex, multiple orgasm, fingering, strap-on.

Masterlist / Side story of this request

Word count: 3k

It started as a cute, albeit a bit reckless habit, one you somehow managed to silently encourage. It was cute and you had too much faith in your rented apartment's furniture. In your defense, Tara looked adorable and rather happy every time she got the chance to throw herself at your bed, with or without you on it. And you had a sneaking suspicion that your silent, but nonetheless positive reactions to her actions only fueled her happiness.

You came back one night from a date, surprised that you actually managed to get an entire night just for you and Tara without having to do elaborate plans to keep your relationship a secret from Sam and Tara's friends. Well, you figured they were also your friends now. Either way, Sam allowed you and Tara to hang out, fooled by the essay Tara and you had to write for your class.

Okay, fooled wasn't the right word here. The essay did exist, and the deadline was approaching, but you didn't even touch it tonight. And Tara made some excuse that the essay was long, and it would be more practical for her to spend the night. And Sam, being completely oblivious to all the things you and Tara have been doing over the past months, agreed to that.

She actually got fooled by this pretend-we-hate-each-other bullshit, so you felt no regrets. Granted, Tara was convincing, groaning and complaining about it even as you pretended to drag her outside her apartment, all for Sam to see and hear it, just so Sam would believe it. She even kept the act up as you went down the stairs and went across the street, just in case Sam was watching from the window. All of that vanished the moment you were out of sight and your date began, taking you to the cinema, then to your favorite bakery, and finally, to your apartment.

Tara went straight into your bedroom and threw herself at your bed, doing the infamous Tara Bomb she's been doing even before you got together. She would just drop down on the poor bed again and again, and it stood strong for months.

You both should have known everything had its limits, especially if enough force was consistently applied to it.

When you came into the bedroom, seeing as you weren't a lunatic with a ridiculous habit of assaulting your own bed and thus felt no need to rush in, you saw Tara looking a bit concerned.

"Everything okay?" you asked, sitting down behind her and wrapping your arm around her waist.

Tara seemed relieved all of a sudden. "Oh, no, nothing. Just feel a bit guilty over constantly jumping on your bed," bullshit, Tara would never. "It would be a lot more worth it if I landed on you," okay, maybe not bullshit.

"You really want to ride me, don't you?" you teased as she turned around and straddled your lap, kissing you slowly. The taste of her lips was addictive and in an instant you forgot about your bed and Tara’s desire to one day drop a Tara Bomb on top of you.

"Mhm," she agreed and nipped your ear. Her hands immediately digging into your hair, messing it up as she pushed her body against you. "It's been too long," she complained, seriously this time, as you caressed her thighs and then slipped your hands higher, toying with the hem of her shirt.

"It's been a week," you teased her, though you were already pulling her shirt up to take it off.

"Too long," she breathed out, leaning back just enough to let you take her shirt and bra off, while she did the same to you. Her nipples were already hard, tempting and making your mouth water. "Baby, I'm so, oh-" you couldn't resist, not that you even tried, you leaned down and sucked her nipple into your warm mouth while kneading the other breast. "I'm so wet and ready for you," she began grinding slowly, just enough to tease herself. You pulled her up, making her straddle your thigh instead of your lap. Immediately Tara rolled her hips, grinding on your thigh as you nibbled on her nipple and then sucked on it. She was moaning softly, hugging you, her wetness soaking her panties and seeping through to her jeans. “Need more,” she gasped, sensitive, needy, almost desperate.

"Yeah, go on then," you patted her ass and she got up, guiding your hands from her breast and ass to the belt of her jeans. She looked down into your eyes as you took her belt off and pulled her against you. You eyes filled with intense desire as you kissed her right above the waist band of her jeans.

Tara took a deep breath, pushing her jeans and panties down, urging you to strip her naked as you went lower with every inch of skin she revealed until you kissed her right above her pussy. She could see the satisfied grin on your face as you slipped a finger through her folds, making her lean on you as your touch still caught her by surprise and she felt desperate. You kept teasing her for a bit, rubbing her clit as she grasped onto your shoulders, and then you pushed your fingers inside her soaking wet pussy, groaning at how warm it was, and yet smirking as Tara’s knees buckled a bit and she leaned almost all of her weight on you. You glanced up, meeting her eyes as she moaned, rolling her hips and riding your fingers.

You pulled them out, smirking as she glared at you, but the glare vanished as you brought the wet fingers to your lips. "Definitely wet," you licked your finger clean and pulled away, leaning back on the bed and taking what remained of your own clothes off. Tara could tease you as well, she climbed onto the bed, her back turned to you as she knelt there, on her hands and knees.

"You want me like this?" she asked, spreading her legs and enticing you to just take her already. You were going to drive her crazy with all the teasing, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. She craved that teasing, craved this back and forth or pleasure and slight pauses, prolonging each night that ended like this.

You moved until you were behind her, taking in the view, and Tara blushed. The way you were looking at her, like she was the most beautiful sight you will ever see, just turned her on more. "You're going to drive me insane," you whispered, her pussy clenching at the tone of your voice, eagerly expecting your fingers, tongue, or strap.

"That's my line. Fuck, just touch me already!" she pleaded, desperately wanting to feel your touch.

Finally, you placed your hand on her lower back and began sliding it down, slowly moving from her back, over her ass, leaving her trembling and hungry for more. "Maybe you should tell me how wet you are," your slowly rubbed her pussy, spreading her wet pussy lips and asking her to tell you something you could already feel yourself.

"Mhm, bet you could put it in me right away, that's how wet I am for you," she gave you what you wanted, turned on by this. By showing you how much you turned her on, how much she wanted you. And the fact that you wanted her just as badly only increased the pleasure and happiness she felt.

"I'd rather get a taste first," you leaned down and licked her from behind and she barely kept her arms from buckling underneath her as she gasped, fireworks going off in her head as your warm, wet tongue licked through her folds. Your thumb found her clit and Tara felt heat coursing through her entire body. Each touch of your tongue and fingers, the steady hand on her inner thigh, it made her even wetter, made it even easier for your finger to occasionally penetrate her.

"Y/N," she gasped, all she could feel was you, your touch, and it felt so good.

"You taste so good," you hummed, your voce sending vibrations through her clit and making her drop her head down onto your pillow, and Tara could only mumble 'please' as you continued eating her out. "So needy and wet for me."

"I've told you al-" just as she spoke up you pushed your tongue inside her pussy, making her cry out in pleasure. "fuck I'm gonna cum already!" you've gotten way too good at fucking her, way too good at knowing exactly what to do to have her shake from the pleasure.  Way too good at making her body addicted to your touch. Fuck, she was dripping wet and she was sure your chin was soaked as well. You sucked on her clit while fingering her with two of your fingers and she came with a loud, broken cry of your name.

You watched her, her body shaking as she buried her face in the pillow, her knees barely keeping her ass up as you went and put the harness and a strap on on, and you slowly caressed her thighs and ass. Tara moaned, she's always loved these light touches between orgasms, just light displays of love as your hands stopped at her hips, an unspoken promise shared between you of what was to come.

"Fuck, give me more!" she demanded, in usual Tara fashion, wanting more immediately after cumming the first time. "Fuck that damn strap into my pussy," she groaned into the pillow, needy and bossy at the same time.

"So bossy," you teased her as your hands moved from her hips, up her sides as the tip of your strap rubbed against the opening of her pussy.

"Fuck yeah I'm bossy," she turned around, her eyes filled with lust. "You've spoiled me," she confessed as you pulled the strap away made her whine again. "Just take me already! I need you," she whined.

"Turn around," you ordered, lust and desire consuming her, and Tara immediately did as she was told, and even spread her legs wide. And something in you might have cracked when she reached down and spread her pussy for you. And if you even had the slightest intention to tease her it all went out the window as she reached down with her other hand and tugged at the belts of the strap harness. She was often like this during sex, somehow being bossy and quick to listen at the same time.

"Yeah? You want me like this? Soaking wet just for you?" she knew she was getting exactly what she wanted as you leaned over her and pushed the strap inside her wet pussy, and it slid right into her. "Finally!" Tara cried out, legs instantly wrapping around you, her fingers digging into your shoulder and back as you began thrusting into her.

You set just the pace Tara loved, not too gentle, but not rough either, steadily thrusting into her as she met each of your thrusts with the same intensity, lost in the pleasure and the heat of your naked bodies pressed together.

"Just like that, fuck my pussy, Y/N, fuck me, pound your strap into me," she was surprisingly tame tonight, as you found the perfect angle and she arched her back, her nails digging deeper into your skin as you her wetness coated the strap and dripped onto the sheets. She reached up, tilting your head up so she could kiss you, and you opened your mouth, letting her slip her tongue inside it, letting her control the kiss as you fucked her.

You couldn't think of anything that could quite compare to this, to making love to the love of your life, to seeing her drop all her defense mechanisms and just let go. She trusted you completely, with her pleasure, and her safety as she gave you all of her. “Harder, faster, don’t hold back,” she gasped and you sped up, thrusting harder into her.

"Y/N," she whined, clutching you tighter, wanting you deeper, closer. "Y/N," she kept moaning your name, increasingly more desperate as you slipped your hand between the two of you and found her clit.

"I know, Baby," you kissed her neck softly, gently sucking on the side of it.

"I need you so much, need to be yours, need to be taken by you," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly and giving you yet another sign she was close. "I'm close," she whispered, tossing her head back and baring her neck to you as you dragged your upper lip down from her chin and then lightly bit the spot where her neck and shoulder met, leaving a barely noticeable mark that the clothes and light make-up would cover.

"Cum for me, Tara," you rubbed her clit a bit harder, feeling her legs lock around your hips. "Good girl," you knew that would push her over the edge even faster. "Taking me so well."

"Oh, fuck!" nothing short of completely stopping would have stopped Tara's orgasm now. And you were so damn close as well, just a bit more. A few more thrusts and you'd cum together with Tara and you buried your face in her neck, breathing in her intoxicating scent as she moaned in your ear.

"Y/N!" she cried out, cumming hard around your strap, squirting slightly, and you immediately pulled out, halting your own orgasm for a moment, and the look on Tara's face promised you that she would get you over the edge, as soon as she recovered just a bit.

"I've got you," you hugged her and kissed her neck as she continued breathing heavily, shaking slightly in your arms from the intensity of the orgasm as she slowly got her breathing under control like every time you pushed her to two orgasms.

And then it happened. You put your arm on the wrong spot on the bed, and it just collapsed, tilting forward underneath you as the wooden frame cracked and broke, leaving both you and Tara surprised.

"Are you okay?" you immediately asked Tara and she nodded, her eyes wide and the look on her face actually a hilarious mixture of shock, shame and holding back her laugh. "What the fuck?" you asked, looking around you and at the broken bed underneath you and Tara.

"Might be my fault," Tara admitted sheepishly and you blinked a few times, suddenly realizing exactly what she was talking about. The Tara Bombs.

"Good thing it didn't break while I was still inside you," you laughed and that settled it for Tara as well, as she hugged you, pulling you back down on the broken bed, her laughter mixing with your own. And just as you stopped laughing the bottom of the bed fell as well and you were sent into another burst of uncontrollable laughter.

When you finally calmed down you pulled her closer, intending to lift her up and go to the living room. And while doing so her still rather sensitive pussy rubbed against the strap you were still wearing and she whined.

"Sorry," you kissed and held her close, knowing she got really sensitive when she came twice. That was why you immediately pulled out instead of chasing the orgasm that only a few thrusts away.

"It's more than okay," not that Tara minded, as long as you didn't touch her pussy for a few minutes after the second orgasm. "Doubt you'll be able to carry me, though," she laughed lightly, and that would have been true even if you didn't just spend so much energy making love to the girl in your arms.

"Just means you'll have to walk," you joined in and helped her off the broken bed. "Guess we're sleeping on the couch," you said and took the strap off to clean it after you recover.

Tara took your hand and pulled you with her to the living room, still naked and with nothing but a bedsheet, blanket and a pillow in your arms. The two of you made the temporary bed since there was no way you'd be going to Tara's apartment at this hour and Tara snuggled up to you.

"You didn't finish," she pointed out and you shrugged, you were close, but the bed breaking underneath you kind of ruined that plan.

"I can live with that," you assured her, but she had another idea on her mind as she kissed you and then went down, blazing the path from your lips to your pussy with her lips and soft kisses. "Tara," you moaned softly. She didn't need to do this, but damn, you were close, and you'd definitely appreciate it.

"Just relax for me," Tara said, her lips wrapping around your clit as she gently sucked and fuck, you really were close.

"Relaxing," you shut your eyes closed and just gave into the feeling as she put just as much passion into getting you to cum as you did when you were making her feel good. And between her efforts and your body just responding to her you quickly reached your orgasm, moaning her name as Tara once more kissed the same path, only in reverse.

"I love you," she said, snuggling into you once more, and you just took a moment to process everything, to take in the rare moment of vulnerability from Tara shown by those three words.

"I love you too," you kissed her and hugged her tightly, drawing small circles on her bare back, just the way she liked it. "I really don't want to get up though," you groaned after a couple of minutes.

"You'll let me shower alone?" Tara teased as she got up and went to your bathroom, and well, when she puts it like that.

"Hell no, you'll use up all the warm water!" you exclaimed, jumping in right after her and pulling her back against you.

"Sure, keep telling yourself that's your reason," she rolled her eyes, and you just kissed her shoulder before turning the water on.

[swallowtail-lotus]

Two is better than one {Hades x Goddess!Reader x Poseidon} (NSFW!)

Repost

I don't feel too proud of this tbh

Warnings: 18+, double penetration(yes please-), Poseidon being poseidon (probably ooc for the first part), pussy eating, creampie, mentions of overstimulation

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How did this happen?

One minute you were just minding your own business when one of the many servants of Poseidon told you to come over to their master's underwater palace, you get there and the next minute, you're in his room, trying to keep quiet as he mercilessly slams into you with incredible force. With every thrust, he was either dead silent or letting out quiet grunts.

"L-Lord Poseidon! What's the- Ah! meaning of this?" You managed to groan out, your lower region filled up with the god's length. Poseidon didn't respond and continued to slam in you. Your wrists were pinned to the bed by his hands.

What gotten into him all of a sudden? He was never like this before. He was always so distant from everyone, except for his older brother, Hades. Physical touch isn't something he approved of unless you meant something to him.

"Silence. You have no need to speak."

His words came out harsh, but that's just how he speaks to anyone (if he gave them the time that is). You shut your mouth after that, but it was proven to be difficult with his cock buried deep inside your entrance. Since one of his hands had your wrists pinned down, all you can do to keep quiet was to seal your lips.

Through your half lidded eyes, you try to took the time to bask in the surprising beauty the sea god has. His wavy blonde locks moving in sync with his thrusts, the sea blue eyes staring right into your own, muscles flexing from gripping both your wrists and the spot beside your head.

This whole situation was confusing on its own.

Then you remembered. A while back, Poseidon had asked for your hand in marriage. Being a goddess who wanted to wait, you politely declined the proposal. You guessed that didn't sit well with the God.

As if it couldn't get any more shocking, his older brother, Hades asked the same thing! Like before, you rejected and went on with your day.

Was Poseidon... Jealous?

Your questions were interrupted by the tip hitting your womb repeatedly. A surprised gasp left your lips, soon turning to whimpers.

"You'll regret rejecting me." He hissed, his hips bucking even faster than before. Your walls clenched around his cock, the organ twitching against them. You heard Poseidon take  sharp inhales through his teeth, possibly a sign he was close. You felt yourself getting close too.

"I'm-" You could barely finish that sentence when his load shot into you, some of it leaking out of your pussy. Just as you were about to cum, he pulled out. Your legs twitched in place, slowly closing them to prevent anymore of his load coming out.

"W-why did you-"

"You don't deserve it yet." He interrupted you by answering your unfinished question. Your hand immediately went down to finger yourself when he loosen his grip on your wrists, but he stopped you from doing so.

"I said you. Don't. Deserve. It." He repeated, some hostility in his bland tone. You whimpered again, desperately grinding on the bed. His hands began to roam your body, not showing a hint of remorse to your current state. You couldn't take it anymore, and soon your juices came out. Until you were done, you fell back on the bed, your hair spread out and face flushed.

"Just from my touch? How pathetic." Poseidon spoke, eyeing your wet clit. You couldn't care less about his words, you were just glad this was all over...

Or so you thought...

~~~~~~~~~~

One month has passed, and you haven't been more relieved to see Poseidon as his usual self. Ever since that day, you've tried your best to avoid him more than ever. Originally, you found yourself sitting/standing next to the God, now you distance yourself by standing near other gods. When one of the servants searched for you, you'd hide.

But another problem began to rise up as soon as Hades came in. Except he was the problem.

Just like Poseidon, he was persistent in his advances, but he was also very subtle. However, it did get annoying over time. Sure, the flowers and jewellery were great gifts, and you appreciate them all, but sometimes it got on your nerves.

One day, a minor god fearfully approached you to tell you about Hades wanting to see you for important matters. This was unexpected, seeing how Hades rarely asks for anyone unless it was really urgent.

"I'll be there. Although I don't see why he needs me of all people." You commented, mostly to yourself. You made your way to the underworld, greeting Cerberus with a pat on  the three heads. You managed to find the God, looking handsome as ever with his hair slightly messed up and his face not ruined in the slightest.

"Lord Hades? Why did you ask for me?" You questioned, your (e/c) eyes wide with curiousity. The God looked up from the desk, his normally stoic face softening at the sight of you.

"I just need your help with something." He answered, standing up from the desk. You watched him make his way towards you, his eye shining under the light. Before you could react, he trapped you between his arms, towering over you.

"I need you to answer me. Why did you reject me?" He leaned closer to your face, his lips only a few centimetres from yours. You were too afraid to respond, and being this close to the god wasn't helping.

"W-well, Lord Poseidon asked for my hand in m-marriage, and seeing you do the same c-caught me off guard.." Your response was barely a whisper, but given how close both of you were, Hades definitely heard it.

Hades took the time to properly admire your beauty, stroking your cheek with a small smile.

"I don't blame my brother. You remind me of the River Styx." You blinked at the comment he made. It was an odd way to compliment someone, but knowing Hades, this wasn't too surprising.

"How so?" You asked. Hades kept quiet, leaning even closer and left soft kisses on your neck, his hands moving to your sides. Your whole body shook in his hands, your eyes staring up at the ceiling.

His lips were strangely soft, but cold. He moved up from your neck to your lips. Unlike Poseidon, it wasn't forced but instead sweet, the coldness was nice against yours. Instead of fighting it, you caved in, moving your arms up to wrap them around his neck. You felt his hands trail down to your hips, hoisting you up by your thighs. You felt his bulge rub against your inner thigh.

His tongue came out to lick your lips, as if asking for permission. Your lips moved, enabling the god to wrestle with your tongue. He pulled away, much to your disappointment.

"L-Lord Hades.." You shuddered out, drooling slightly. Hades kept you up, unbuckling his pants with one hand. He used that hand to rip off your dress along with your panties. Once he was done, he put his hand under your right thigh, his cock out and fully erected. Your eyes widen at the sheer size of his length, which was about 7 inches. The tip had precum oozing out and poked at your entrance. Your heart was beating fast right now, legs trembling in his hands.

"May I?" The God inquired, his lips forming a smirk. You nodded eagerly, your hands now gripping his shoulders. After adjusting himself, he thrusted in slowly, burying his head in the right side of your neck. Out of instinct, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

"Fuck." Hades hissed in your ear, biting the lobe while bucking his hips faster. He was different than Poseidon, who did fill you up but not like Hades. Hades was the right size to hit you in the right spot. With every thrust, it brought you over the edge of pleasure. He picked up the pace, his breathing fanning your ear. One harsh thrust, you came all over his cock.

All of a sudden, Hades stopped completely, moving from your neck and his dick still inside. Your face turned to confusion, watching Hades with caution. Hades brought you to his desk, turned you over on your stomach. Your chest was pressed against the hard surface, your wetness dripping out. His warm, rough hands caressed your hips, his thumbs gently rubbing your skin. His length brushed against your ass, the underside sliding up and down.

You let out a gasp of shock when he slammed into your ass, rising up on your toes.

"I've been stressed lately, being a king is quite tiring, wouldn't you agree?" He teased suggestively, pressing himself against your back. Hades left soft kisses on your shoulder and neck, his hands now groping your chest. Your tongue hung out of your mouth, eyes rolled back to the back of your skull. The desk nudged forward from Hades  constantly slamming into you.

Hades chuckled near your ear, couple of grunts here and there.

"Want me to use you all I want?" He asked, his fingers trailing along the lips of your pussy. You were too caught up with the bliss to answer back. Hades didn't wait for your response and shoved his fingers inside. He grunted out that he was close, which was barely audible, but you heard it crystal clear. Once he was satisfied, his pulled his fingers out, your cum coating his fingers. He takes one long lick at his fingers, tasting the liquid.

"Much sweeter than I thought."

One final thrust, his load came out in your ass and he pulled out. You caught your head when it was about to drop to the side, your face feeling heated up from the session. You managed to lift yourself up, panting heavily.

"Good little dove. You can stay here until you're ready to leave, okay?" 

~~~~~~~~~

It's been four months since that happened, but you felt disappointed. Disappointed that it didn't last as long as you had hoped for, but it was fun nonetheless.

Hades was kind enough to take care of you until you were perfectly fine after that.

Now, an invitation from Zeus himself to an event was unexpected, seeing how you sometimes had trouble talking to gods from other pantheons. You wanted to decline, but knowing the supreme god, you decided to go so you wouldn't have to deal with his constant persistence. You are close to Zeus, but you thought your friendship wasn't this serious.

"You finally accepted my invitation! The first time in centuries, too!" Zeus exclaimed once he saw you. You gave him a smile and waved at him. Thankfully, he didn't try to approach you and stayed in his place.

You had to admit, Zeus does know how to keep parties lively. You thought you were gonna be bored in an instant, but Zeus proved you wrong. Even so, you still preferred to stay away from the other gods.

After two hours, you decided to leave. After roaming the huge corridors, you heard distant voices over the music. Slowly growing bored, you went over to check it out. You found the voices to be both gods who had longed pursued you.

Hades and Poseidon. And it seems that they weren't agreeing with each other on something.

"What the- may I ask why were you arguing?" You asked, looking at both gods, expecting an answer. Hades was the one who stepped up.

"We were simply discussing about you." Hades answered, lifting your chin up to look into your beautiful (e/c) eyes. Poseidon can only stare at his older brother with his usual emotionless face.

"Discussing what, exactly?" You asked, placing on your hands on your hips.

"About marrying one of us." Hades chuckled when he saw your frown. You wanted to groan out of annoyance, but you wasted that energy with the party. You sighed out, lowering your head.

"How many times must I say this? I don't want to marry neither of you!" You shouted, pretty upset they can't take the hint. The brother looked at each other and grabbed you by the wrist, leading you to a bedroom. You wanted to fight back, but they were one of the strongest gods in Valhalla.

Thinking back on the times where they made love to you, you had thought you hated it, but now you don't.

You stopped resisting and let them throw you on the bed. Poseidon slowly leaned down towards your face, forcefully pressing his lips to yours. His tongue overpowered your tongue, his hand groping your chest roughly.

"We can always do it the hard way, dove." Hades kneeled down in front of your clit, took off your clothes and immediately licked your pussy, holding your thighs up. You moaned in the kiss, wondering whenever to mess with Poseidon's hair or leave it be.

Hades pushed his tongue inside, face buried deep in your entrance. Poseidon shot back from you, his chest moving slowly from his breathing.

Hades pulled back, your pussy already wet. He stood up straight, climbing on the bed and set himself behind you. Poseidon shifted to position himself in front of you, setting his hands on your thighs. Without thinking, you moved your hands to undo Poseidon's pants, to which the latter didn't stop you. Hades lifted you up by the hips, positioning you on top of both their cocks. Their lengths slowly slide inside both your holes.

Thankfully, both of them let you take some time to adjust to their lengths and they start moving their hips. They went slow, but the pent up energy they had took over them and their hips moved at speeds unimaginable.

"Oh my- My lords-" Two hands groped your breasts, pinching your perked nipples.

"Good girl~" The grip on your tits tighten, two tongue taking each side of your neck. The lovebites they're leaving were much harder, and possible could leave bruises. All the stimulation previously held in had come flowing out, the cum leaking out both your holes.

Much to your confusion, they didn't pull out, but rather continued their animalistic thrusts.

"A-ah wait-" You tried to plea, but it fell on deaf ears. Their grunts filled your ears and the air in the room, the two gods not showing a single sign of stopping.

They never stopped until you eventually milked Poseidon's cock after the 5th round. After it was all over, you collapsed.

The next morning, your clit and ass were still extremely sore from last night. It was hard but you managed to get off the bed, only to stumbled forward. On the small nightstand laid a piece of paper, which you assumed to be a letter of sorts. You scurried over to read the letter, deciding to get back on the bed. You opened the letter, reading it over and over again.

Don't think we're done yet. See you real soon, my dove~

[wandering-pirate]

Mouthwashing Crew Headcanon

Congratulations! You're now the Tulpar Crew's Unwilling Therapist

Why? How? Everyone's a mess and they need you, so stop questioning >:(

One fortunate 2 AM morning, you were raiding a snack stash. Whose was it? You're here to eat not think

And while shamelessly munching on a yogurt coated oatbar like a man lapping his last meal on death row, the door hissed opened

You straight-up started choking to death, trying to secretly Heimlich yourself, and when you finally dislodged the oatgrain having it shot out your mouth and landing 3 ft. away from the couch, you looked up...

There’s Daisuke. Full-on ugly crying. Like he’s the one who almost got scythed by death

Daisuke so damn cheery 24/7 you were half-convinced his cheeks were sewn to back of his head. But now? Yeah, no. The guy’s face is doing this wet sad puppy thing, and honestly, you kinda miss the creepy sewn-on grin

"Y/NNN~"

Shit, it's his stash! You were ready to half-ass a reason to pin this to Swansea but he grabbed your collars and sobs on you neck

"Is it normal to cry on a wrench? Y/N, Boss gave that to me, it's like my cute little puppy. Except, y’know, it gives me nosebleeds when I’m tightening nuts on the ceiling."

Alright, at this point, the oatbar's been reduced to ashes and dreams, the hell is going on?

The door hissed again, and now you were scrambling, the position Daisuke trapped you in right now can get you a free hundred-day subscription for merciless bullying

"It's not what it lo--"

"Hey Y/N, is the kid finished?"

"Wha-- you mean Dai?"

"Yeah, if he's done then you gotta hear me out now. What's the worst thing someone said behind my back?"

Ok right now, your brain's all question marks. 'Cause a sobbing grown ass man is snotting on your neck and another's asking like he's some prep girl needing to beat someone up over some petty rumor

"No-none that I've heard of..."

"What!? No one's talking about me?? That's even worse!"

Somehow, you manage to wrangle these overgrown manchildren, putting them both to bed after they’ve successfully obliterated your snack time

Daisuke, of course, is still clinging to your arm like a teddy bear, overly needing reassurance

After that? Life... it wasn’t the same

The captain received some valuable intel from a certain co-pilot then starts stopping you at the lounge when you relieved yourself at midnight

“Y/N... do you think I’m a good captain?”

It's 1 am

"Well, no one's mutinied yet, so... yeah, you're probably fine."

"Of course! The absence of rebellion is the mark of true leadership! Y/N, you're a genius! I've been looking at this all wrong!"

You watched Curly skipping - SKIPPING - to his sleeping quarters after patting you in the head

The respect you had for Anya skyrocketed, and once being alone with with the nurse you asked her

"Hey, how'd you deal with all the crap with those rascals?"

She looked at you blanked, then you were unexpectedly given a fromt row seat to Anya's hidden and horrifying side

"I CAN'T! ONE MORE "CAN I EAT EXPIRED SPACE FOODS" QUESTION FROM DAISUKE, I'M RAVAGING THAT GUN FROM THE COCKPIT AND PU--"

"Hey hey hey, Anya, calm down, love!"

"IT'S THE 17TH TIME THIS MONTH, Y/N! SEVENTEENTH!"

After what felt like an eternity of inhale-exhale simon says with the nurse (for her, but mostly for you), her breathing finally slowed down. Thank the stars for that

"How'd you do it Y/N? Every time they ask useless nonsense or dump very emotionally overwhelming things... you send them off calm! It's witchcraft, I swear."

"Honestly, I'm as clueless as you nurse. But you've got too much on your plate, lemme handle this. I've got two ears and infinite tolerance."

"Infinite tolerance? You? The same person who chased Daisuke down for 5 minutes just for a yogurt cup?"

"Hey, that was the last cup and were still 200 days away fro--alright. Just trust me Anya, I got this."

Y'all laughed about the outburst, but you're secretly terrified of her now (respectfully, of course)

One day, you were helping the grumpy mechanic and the man's acting weirdly cryptic

“Why can’t people just…? Ugh, forget it.”

Finally, after handing him a screwdriver for the third time, his grumblings axed a huge ass crack in your patience

“Alright, Swans. What’s eating you? You’re gonna blow a gasket at this rate, and I don’t mean the ship’s.”

The man got two choices, save his non-existent high pride or just release it all

“It’s nothin’. Just Jimboy's been stickin’ his nose where it doesn’t belong, Cap’s stressin’ over somethin’ again, and Daisuke-- Why can’t they just… leave me outta it?”

Ah, he chose wisely. and you weren't gonna tease him for it (not yet, he's gotta pay for stealing your dinner twice)

“Maybe it’s because they think you’re reliable.”

The gruff old man had the nerve to squint at you, you can see it through your trusty side-eye (it made your eyeballs hurt)

"Me? Reliable? Bullshit. 'M just keepin’ this old horse from fallin’ apart.”

“'xactly. You keep the ship together, so... maybe... they figured you can keep them together too.”

This gotta break the record for Swansea's longest silence ever, no snorts, no sighs, no scoffs

The mechanic processed that like you just revealed the meaning of life and sprinkled some fairy dust on his dirty blond head (at least the color's just named dirty unlike jimmy's actual dirty ass hai--)

“Hmph. That’s dumb.”

Your eyes woulda twitched if it weren't for his shoulders relaxing and a small smirk on the mans perma-wrinkled face, you were about to leave when you heard a small mumble

“...Thanks. For the help. Or… whatever the hell that was.”

Men and their pride, however you gave him a pass and grinned

“Anytime, Teddy Bear."

Most days, you could never even breathe oxygen in peace

For the first time, you eyed Polle with a jealous-fueled burning gaze. All it does was blast you with warnings, and you don't even have to do anything! Just breathe in its general direction and you've rewarded yourself with "SAFETY'S A PRIORITY!"

Meanwhile, you’re over here, literally tweaking and that damn horse was living its best, noise-polluting and noise-free life

Eventually, they started dragging you into these "group venting sessions," basically just everyone talking over each other until it’s less of a calm-headed, adult and mature discussion and more of a competition to see who can throw the best threat (Anya surprisingly won thrice)

Until you bang your trusty pot and spoon,

“ONE AT A FUCKING TIME!”

a/n: this is what my rotting, sleep deprived, caffeine overdosed brain produced, hope y'all like it :,D

[mind-intheclouds342]

Do it for them - Co-captain reader x Curly

Previous - Part 12 - Next

"So we just have to wait a little longer... Here you go"

You were finishing explaining the situation to Curly while giving him his medicine, Anya was standing behind you grimacing in pain at the sounds the man made while swallowing.

Anya: "How is it that... Can you tolerate that?"

"What thing? The sounds? The burnt meat? The smell? The blood?"

You were mentioning while slowly and carefully removing the bandages from his body, the man trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to further discomfort the other woman present, but the bandages were almost stuck to his skin.

You were applying water little by little to be able to peel them off better, you had managed to get more drinkable water from the station, grateful for it since they had been without bathing or cleaning themselves to avoid wasting it for weeks now.

Anya: "Everything..."

"Well, I've been to many places, doing different jobs... I've gotten used to it."

When you saw the woman's horrified face, you realized how bad that sounded.

"I worked in morgues and crematoriums! Heavens... I didn't kill anyone."

Anya: "Seriously?"

"My dad owned a morgue and a crematorium, when I turned 18, he made me work, you have no idea how many times I had to clean my own vomit off the floor... or the corpses."

Immediately, she covered her mouth, almost vomiting at the thought of it, but you laughed at her reaction.

"That was exactly my reaction! I grew up with a strong stomach."

Anya: "How did you get here?"

You finished removing the bandages from the man, looking at his skin, you sighed knowing full well that you would have to clean it, pus was already forming in certain areas.

Anya, upon seeing that, had to turn around and hold her stomach, trying to think of something else.

"If you want to get into medical school, you have to watch this, no professor will have pity on you for having a sensitive stomach."

Anya: "I've already seen it without the bandages... But... Today they look extremely bad... I'm sorry..."

Upon saying that, she took a deep breath and turned back again, ready to help you clean her wounds.

"...I was in charge of the morgue in just a few years, and one day, while preparing bodies... I saw him, my father on the table in front of me, ready to be open and empty like any other corpse.. Three shots to the chest, some guys had robbed a store while he was in, he tried to be a hero defending the cashier, and they shot him. The thieves fled with nothing in their hands... I got depressed..."

You looked at Curly, who was watching you attentively while you told that story he already knew.

"I ran away from home... I started with drugs... and all kinds of things to get money... I went to my mother's house just to ask her for money or to eat something, I didn't care how much she begged me to stay... I just... I couldn't feel good again, and I was destroying myself to know that I was still alive."

Anya: "...How did you get out of that?"

"Because of this stubborn one"

You smiled at Curly, who soon looked away as if he weren't paying attention to what you were saying.

"He found me shoplifting in a store, and instead of turning me in, he bought the things I was taking and invited me for a coffee" you laughed, recalling that moment.

Anya: "Seriously?"

"Then he was looking for me all over the city."

Anya: "Did he want to see you again?"

"I stole his wallet."

You paused to laugh at the memory as well, before continuing with the story.

"But he insisted on keep meeting with me, on helping me, and I ended up falling for his kindness... I started living in his house, he was never around because of work, I got a job as a dog walker to have my own money while I was recovering, and he was always making sure I was okay... After years... Finally, I had the strength to see my mother again... And she felt relieved to see me well... Ugh, you have no idea the scene she made when she met Curly, so happy that i found a good man, I wanted the ground to swallow me up."

Anya: "That still doesn't tell me how you ended up as co-captain."

"...Five years ago... Curly recommended me, I did the physical and psychological exams, the training, and since I passed everything flawlessly, well... That's how I ended up here!"

You scratched your neck, smiling somewhat embarrassed that it wasn't a great story of how you became captain on your own; that was the plain truth of how you had ended up there.

You finished putting the upper bandage on Curly, ready to continue with the lower part.

Anya: "We're going to have to be careful with the catheter for this part."

Immediately, they heard Curly's complaints when they were about to remove the bandages from that part.

"Don't be like that, Curly! Anya was the one who has been changing your bandages, washing them, and put the catheter in for you; there's nothing wrong with her seeing you again."

Anya: "I think he doesn't want you to see him..."

She said a little embarrassed, you turned to look at Curly, speechless, not knowing what to say to him.

"Okay, no problem, I'm leaving."

You raised your hands to get up from your seat and leave that room. 

Anya: "You shouldn't feel ashamed, she'ss your wife after all, she'll see you again someday."

Curly shook his head slowly, he preferred that you see him again when he was recovered.

[jehhskz]

Into your arms

pairing: non idol!hyunjin x fem!Reader

genre: fluffy comfort

wc: 1400

jé's note: your boss gave you a hard time, but luckily, you got your boyfriend to make you feel better; requested by my sweet @changbinniescurlyhair , i hope you like it ❤️

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Hyunjin turned the volume up, tapping against the wheel and humming to the song on the radio as he drove to your workplace. A little smirk tugged at the corner of his lips when he glanced at the yellow roses bouquet resting on the passenger's seat. 

Your six month anniversary was in a week, but knowing how busy and stressed you’ve been with work, he decided to make a little surprise for you and take you out for a romantic night: dinner at your favorite italian restaurant, drink some wine and maybe end the night with a nice bath getting lost in the bubbles and into each other. 

His smirk was getting wider as he pictured it all his mind, Hyunjin was just two blocks away when his phone buzzed. Stopping at the red sign, he picked it up and checked the notification, a new message from you.

Baby: jagi, i'm sorry i can't see you again today, still stuck in here 😔

— ♡ —

You sighed, putting your phone down after reading his reply, quickly glancing at the little clock icon in the computer screen, you muttered to yourself, just one more hour, you could do it. 

Your boss’ words kept replaying in your mind.

How far are you in the project your team was working on? She asked in the middle of the meeting with the other managers.

We are on time, don’t need to worry. You reassured her and the team. With your eyes glued on the screen, working on the details of the presentation, you missed her eyebrows narrowing, but her annoyance was noticeable as she asked again.

How far, y/n?

I'm almost finishing the first half, just a few more touches and...

Y/n, that’s not what I'm asking you! Her tone made everyone's eyes widen, exchanging surprised looks.

Show me how much you got done and what's still pending.

Her snap got you completely off guard, but you played it cool, calmingly turning the laptop and showing the slides for them. Your boss rubbed her temples, you were right, the work was almost done and for some reason it seemed to annoy her even more.

— ♡ —

After what felt like forever, you were finally free, letting out a sigh of relief when you stepped out of the building, you were looking for your phone inside your purse, when a call of your name made you stop.

What a beautiful surprise it was to see your boyfriend standing there, leaning against his car. You smiled and ran to him.

“Hyunjin!” Feeling so relieved to see him after such a shit day, you didn't even notice the flowers that he carefully held to the side as your arms wrapped around his waist the moment you hugged him.

“Hey, I missed you too” He chuckled, softly patting your hair, barely understanding a word you were saying because of your face buried against his chest.

“...and it was awful, Jinnie” You nuzzled your face against his chest and your eyes sparkled when you got a glimpse of the roses on his hands.

“What is it?” You looked at him with curiosity, wiping the tears that escaped.

“Happy six months” He gave you a sweet kiss before gifting you the bouquet that you happily held close, inhaling the delicate scent and smiling weakly.

“But it’s only on the 7th”

“I know, but I also know how work has been stressing you, so I thought we could anticipate it and go out to dinner at that italian place you like but…” He lifted his phone, checking on the time before looking back at you “I think we lost the reservations by now”

Your lips trembled, looking at him and you felt the tears starting to gather up in the corners of your eyes.

“Baby, no, there's no reason to cry…” Hyunjin reached out, pulling you close against his body again, he felt the tears on his shirt.

“It's my fault, not only I'm an awful employee, I'm an awful girlfriend too” You tugged on the back of his shirt, unable to hold back your tears.

“Hey, hey, don’t say that” He held you by your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. Your eyes were red and there were stains of mascara under your eyes.

Your boyfriend gently cradled your face between his hands, wiping your insistent tears with his thumbs, he couldn’t help but smile at your ‘panda’ state and give you a kiss.

“Everything's going wrong today, and it's all because of me, because I can never do anything right” You shrugged, pulling him to you and crying again, he held you tight into his arms, caressing your hair gently.

“It was awful, Jinnie. It felt like the clock froze and all I wanted was to see you”

“Shh, that’s okay. I'm here with you now, Jinnie will take care of you, okay?”

He spoke softly and you nodded. He smiled, caressing your cheek with his thumb, tracing little circles on your skin, he smirked “Now, how about we go to the Han River and watch the stars?”

You chuckled lightly, remembering the first time you two went out “Like our first date?”

“Like our first date” He nodded, giving you that cute dumpling smile that had always warmed your heart.

“And am I getting ice cream too?”

“Hmm…” He pretended to think for a moment, before playfully poking the tip of your nose “Only if you stop crying”

You quickly wiped your drying tears away, making him chuckle at how adorable you were.

“C'mon here, love” He side hugged you, going to open the passenger's door “You had a tough day, you deserve some ice cream”

“...And to scream later too” He teased when you scooted inside, seconds before closing the door and rushing to the driver's side, laughing when he saw you calling him out, he wasn't hearing a word because the windows were closed, which only made you look funnier, pretending to be mad at him.

— ♡ —

“I don’t know why she's picking on me so much lately…” You sighed, feeling Hyunjin's fingers gently carding through your hair, humming while he intently listened to your venting about what you've been through lately.

Your head was resting on his chest, while you both laid down on the fluffy grass, you were feeling better hearing the soft sounds of the river and his heartbeat, fingertips absentmindedly tracing patterns on his arm.

“What am I doing wrong?” You rambled, trying to find errors you might have let pass.

“You aren’t doing anything wrong, baby. I know how hard you work, and the others are aware too” He kissed the top of your hair, inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo “Some people are simply bitches without a reason”

You squeezed his arm “Jagiya!” But chuckled lightly, making him smile, happy that you seemed to be feeling a little better.

“What? You know that’s true”

“Yeah, that’s right” You hummed, snuggling up against him, his fingers playing with your hair.

“Maybe she's pmsing…” He said in a cheeky whisper and you laughed again.

“Baby!” You covered his mouth playfully and he grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand down, laughing with you. Hyunjin looked at you and smiled, caressing your cheek with his fingertips.

“There’s it. That smile I love so much” Your smile got wider, but you shook your head “You're doing great, baby, don’t let anyone make you doubt that” He whispered and you nodded, he smirked, leaning down and kissing you.

“Tomorrow will be easier, you'll see. Just rest now and don’t think about it. Focus only on me” You giggled at how cute he said that last part, making a funny grimace and you caressed his face too, nodding, you'd happily oblige to that.

He kissed you again and you stayed like that for a while, enjoying the silence, just kissing and admiring the stars.

After a while, he spoke again “You know, there was one more thing your surprise”

“What is it?” You looked up at him.

“Hmm, it involves a bathtub” The hint casually rolled out of his tongue as he pressed you against his body, and your heart skipped a beat.

“Oh, bubbles and you? That sounds interesting” You smirked.

“Very interesting…” He added, wiggling his eyebrows and making you laugh again, nodding and sitting up.

“So, shall we go?” He stood up, holding his hand out for you.

“Let’s go” You held his hand, standing up too and walking with him back to his car. And thanks to Hyunjin, your day was saved now.

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tagging: @doitforbangchan @jeonginsleftcheek @athforskz @moonchild9350 @hyunjincanraptoo 💕

[bitingdrivers]

a little snippet from the WIP idea me and @marswasnothere came up with. no idea if or when im gonna finish this

Daniel looks up from one of the thousands of identical RedBull caps he's been signing and sees Christian stepping into the stuffy office that Daniel's been put in for today. It's not the best office in their building, but it's the one with better insulation and protection from the dank Milton Keynes weather.

"Daniel, working hard I see," Christian starts, sweeping his eyes over the cluttered room. He has his CEO smile on — the one that means he doesn't care, but it would beneficial for him to pretend to.

Daniel nods and smiles back, hoping his smile looks more believable than Christian's.

"That's great, but I'm afraid I have to interrupt your important business," Christian says, looking as Daniel signs another cap.

"Okay, what's up?" Daniel briefly thinks about asking if the media team needs him to step in and help film a video with Max again, to coax the loose and smiley demeanor he only shows around Daniel. But he doubts that they would send Horner to fetch him for that.

Christian's fake doesn't change, but there's something in his eyes that looks like concern.

"It's Max. He…" he pauses, looking for words.

Daniel feels dread pool in his stomach, images of Max getting into accidents flooding his brain, the next one more terrifying and impossible than the last, trying to match the unhappy crease on Christian's forehead.

"Max…turned into kittens," Christian finally discloses, expression too serious for someone saying the word "kittens".

Daniel lets out a relieved breath, almost laughing. He really thought something terrible had happened to Max, like he somehow managed to break his hand while choosing between a green or red flag to raise, or accidentally smashed his head on a table. But it's just Max turning into kittens.

Tiny little kittens, that are now loose in this giant building.

"Oh…" Daniel says, the smile quickly slipping from his face.

Christian nods, his serious expression making more sense now, and glances back into the hallway. "We think there's five or six of them," he checks his watch, "And it hasn't been that long since he turned, so they couldn't ran away that far."

Daniel nods.

"So hopefully it won't be too hard for you to find them," Christian finishes, looking right into Daniel's eyes.

Daniel hums before his brain catches up, " Wait. For me to find them?" he exclaims. "Why me?" Daniel is not doing his best right now, but it seems too drastic to demote him from a driver to kitten catcher. And he never cared much about cats anyway, it was always Max's passion.

"Well," Christian sighs, "You know we have a skeleton crew working right now, so we can't exactly just ask someone to stop doing their work and go hunt for kittens," he says, like it isn't exactly what he's asking Daniel to do.

"Also, Max was the one to…help you the last time, so it's only fair for you do the same for him." Christian adds.

Right, the last time. The time Daniel turned into a bunch of puppies right in the middle of the paddock, and Max had to go around and collect them.

His memories of that day are vague at most, but he does remember being scared by all the strangers and the loud noises. And how relieved and happy he was to see Max. If it were anyone else, Daniel doubts his puppy versions would've been that eager to be picked up or carried around.

So maybe, it would make sense for him to collect all the Max kittens. And Christian is right, he needs to return the favor.

Daniel sighs and stands up from the uncomfortable leather couch.

"Yeah, okay. I will do it," he says, rolling up the sleeves of his hoodie. "I will collect the Max kittens."

Christian's fake smile turns satisfied. "Great. Let me show you where he turned."

Daniel follows Christian back to the main area of their base, to the open space where media team was supposed to be filming. The room is empty now, all the filming equipment left behind.

Christian stops in the middle of the space and gestures around.

"So this is where we last seen him," he says.

Daniel looks around and deflates a bit. The room is big, but open — not a lot of places where five or six little kittens could hide, but sweeping his eyes around all the sparse furniture, he doesn't see any. He hoped this would be easy.

"Okay, mate. Good luck," Christian throws, walking in the direction of his office.

Daniel doesn't reply, thinking of how to approach this. Starting from one corner and going around the room sounds reasonable, but what about the rest of the building? What if he doesn't find any kittens here? How far could they run? What if they escaped outside? Daniel doesn't even know how many kittens there are exactly — Christian said five or six, but what if there's more? What if Daniel finds some of them, but not all? Will Max change back, but lack an important part of his self? Or would the kittens stay the same, no way to bring Max back, because Daniel couldn't collect all of them? Maybe Daniel should find someone to help first, there's no way he can find even o—

Something small and sharp pierces his calf, then little pinpricks slowly move up his left leg. Daniel hisses and looks down, shaking his leg on reflex.

A tiny orange kitten looks up at him, its claws sticking into Daniel's leg, like a mountaineer on a steep ledge. The kitten meows, then continues it's climb upwards, claws digging into Daniel's skin.

Daniel feels confused for a moment, until he realizes this must be Max, or one of the kittens anyway. The kitten is scruffy, light orange fur sticking in all directions.

Daniel provides a steady track of ow ow ow's , hands hovering around, until the kitten reaches his shoulder. When it— he settles, Daniel hears a loud and rattling purr.

"Hey, Maxy," he says, carefully petting the kitten's soft fur. "Happen to know where your other parts are?"

The kitten just purrs more, reaching to rub his face on Daniel's stubbly cheek.

"Okay, fair," Daniel chuckles, carefully scratching between the kitten's ears. It must be the affectionate part of Max, or happy, maybe? It will be easier to tell once Daniel finds another kitten.

"Hold on tight, buddy. Let's go find the others."

One down, possibly four or five to go.

read part 2

[moon7jay]

i would KILL for a hearing non-con but like in public, at a restaurant or something so public kink x somnophilia kink (?) pretty please

Don't let them hear you (p.sh)

Warnings : non consensual, stalking, public sex, chikan, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dub con(?), just pure filth

THIS WORK CONTAINS NON CONSENSUAL THEMES SUCH AS RAPE

if u still proceed to read I take 0 responsibility

"He's still looking" You whispered in to your phone, trying not to make it obvious to the man sitting 3 tables across from you that you had caught him staring at you like a creep.

"Babes maybe he just finds you attractive" your best friend answered and that option would have been viable if it wasn't for the eerie feeling you got from the said man.

"No you don't understand syd, I'm pretty sure I saw him earlier in the cafe today"

"at your part time?"

"Yes! and I've seen him there a couple more times before and he's always maintaining this weird eye contact with me it's so creepy" You said urgently, trying not to raise your voice more than an octave while simultaneously trying not to look in his direction. He was still staring at you, you could feel his dark eyes on your face.

"You do know that it's the most famous cafe around town right? Besides its so close to the university maybe he's just a random college student?" she tried to reason.

Maybe she was right. Maybe you were reading too much into the situation and maybe he really was a random stranger who happened to be around you most of the time by a stroke of coincidence. You looked up momentarily and met his eyes, a jarring shiver running down your spine when he stared back blankly, sipping on his coffee, his headphones hanging around his neck, gaze focused intensely on you. You tried to shake off the unsettling feeling creeping up in your chest and managed a small, polite smile in his direction. Maybe he was just someone who had a crush on you and needed some encouragement to talk? And if you were being honest..he was insanely gorgeous, that was the main reason you had noticed him at the cafe before.

What you weren't expecting was for him to go stiff in his seat and break eye contact. You watched in confusion and worry as he slammed his coffee down on the table and stood up, eyes downcast, hurrying towards the other side of the restaurant. You felt disrespected and confused while you watched his retreating figure. What the fuck was his problem??

"You still there? Y/n? What's happening?" syd's voice brought you back to the conversation at hand.

"Idk I smiled at him and he just...left, so weird" you whispered to her and she cackled

"Men" she snickered and you chuckled, finally breathing in relief now that he wasn't around and breathing down your neck

"Men" You laughed back, stirring the conversation onto the other topics while you finished your meal.

your phone dinged while you were waiting for your bus to arrive, the phone number was unknown, weird, you thought.

Your blood ran cold when you read the first sentence, a couple more messages flooding in one after another.

[Unknown]

[9:34] : your smile is so pretty, had to rub one out in the restaurant's washroom baby

[9:34] : can't wait anymore

[9:35] : you're mine you know, I just need to show it to you

[9:36] : fuck i know you're reading my msgs, r they turning u on?

What the actual fuck?

You cupped your mouth with your palm and turned off your phone, looking around frantically, the panic rising in your chest, but you saw no one around and it creeped you out more.

A relieved sigh left your mouth when you saw your bus pulling over, hurriedly getting inside and squeezing through the crowd, moving past pressing bodies to reach the end of the bus, leaning against the glass window and panting with the exertion and relief of finally being in a safe space, scanning the crowd to see if he was there.

The bus doors closed and you finally stood up properly, your shoulders relaxing, turning around to look out the window while u held onto the strap handles on the ceiling.

What a fucking weirdo, you thought. How did he even get your number? had he been stalking you all this time? How had you been so slow in noticing him?

you felt him before you saw him, his large hand coming up to engulf yours on the strap handle you were holding, pressing his body closer to your behind. Your chest constricted in acute fear, the position was so uncomfortable that you tried moving forward to create some space between you two, leaving the strap handle and pressing yourself closer to the glass windows, holding on to one of the seat handles instead. This can't be happening, how did you not see him get on the bus, your hands started sweating.

You knew you were in trouble when he shamelessly invaded your space again, both hands looping through your waist to rest against your stomach while he buried his nose in your hairs , inhaling deeply.

Your breathing became heavy, your nerves making you freeze. You looked around and realized that the bus was too crowded for anyone to notice anything inappropriate, with the way he was holding you, you almost looked like a couple. Almost.

Your eyes met an elderly man's and you were about to open your mouth to scream for help when you yelped from feeling a sharp object dig into your side. Your blood ran cold.

"Don't even think about it" he whispered. His voice was deep and husky, sending a shiver down your spine. You stilled, facing forward to not provoke him. He was so much bigger than you, his body practically covering yours. You did not want to die here tonight. He wasn't going to kill you was he? Would anyone ever find out what happened to you if he did? Tears started to gather in your eyes when you felt his hands squeezing around your body, touching and groping u like u were meat.

"U think anyone would care? look around you, these are all men sweetheart, they would probably jerk off while you cry for me" He chuckled condescendingly in your ear, his one hand moving up towards your chest, groping your boobs harshly, a gasp leaving your trembling lips at his actions. A satisfied groan left his chest at feeling you, his fingers digging into your mounds.

"so fucking big, ever fucked a cock between them baby?" He asked and a sob left your lips at his words. No one had ever talked to you this way before. It was making you feel so dirty, a weird feeling rising inside your chest.

He chuckled at sensing your discomfort, running his hands down your body, leaving your boobs and groping your ass through your skirt, lifting it above your rear cheeks, basically exposing your bottom half to the entire bus if someone were to look over.

"ever taken a dick in this gorgeous ass? fucked back on a dick while it pounded your tight hole?" He groaned, groping your hips and connecting his lower region to your ass, his actions pushing you forward to press against the glass. You pressed your hands against the window to gain some balance, the position giving him leverage to rut into your behind.

"mhmmfuck do u feel how excited you make me? " He asked groaning in your ear, running his tongue against it while his hard cock poked your ass repeatedly as he grinded against you. You could feel that he was big, a disgusted shiver ran down your body when you realised how violating this all was. But at the same time, a sick tingling feeling was beginning to throb between your legs.

"Take your panties off" He whispered and you thought you heard him wrong.

"w-what" You sobbed quietly, dreading what this was leading to, his fingers flexed impatiently at your sides, his hips moving against youu in a subtle grind.

"I said fucking take them panties off, you won't need them soon anyways" your hands shook as you slowly reached under your skirt to slide your panties off your legs, the implication of his words wasn't lost on you.

"fuck yeah" He groaned, snatching the lace fabric from your hands. You shivered feeling the cold air run between your legs, cursing yourself mentally for opting out of wearing pants today, more tears ran down your cold cheeks.

Slurping sounds reached your ears and you closed your eyes, trying to drown out the sounds of him licking into your panties. The sounds were so lewd, you wanted to puke. This can't be happening to you. The movements of his hips became fast, muffled moans coming out of his mouth while he rotated his hips to search more friction for his throbbing cock against your bare ass.

"You smell like sex you know? Taste like fucking peaches, so fucking perfect" He panted, burying his face in your underwear.

you could hear his excitement in your ear and it was starting to affect your body in a way that disgusted you. The moisture was beginning to gather in your pussy, body heating up from the assault.

"fuck this shit" You heard him curse and he pulled away from you, dangling sound of a belt being undone and pants being unzipped made your body shake in anticipation of the oncoming violation of your body. It was going to happen. You were going to be raped. More hot tears spilled over your cheeks, a sob building up in your throat.

"Name's sunghoon, remember that while I tear your pussy apart" he whispered.

"P-Please" You sobbed quietly even though you had no hope left when he was pressing his body into you again, a hot and heavy organ digging between your thighs.

"p-please no, please stop, I'll do anything" you sobbed again, a sharp gasp leaving your throat when he rubbed his cockhead against your entrance, gathering your slick.

"you're wet as fuck for me baby-shit-u like getting raped on subways yeah?" he chuckled, hissing through his teeth when he finally breached your opening, tearing through your cunt, impaling you on his monster cock roughly. A sharp pain tore through you, your pussy unable to adjust to the harsh entry, he was too big for you. You scratched against the glass window, resting your forehead against it to find some support as you sobbed in pain.

His mouth found your ear again and he started to thrust in you, groans of satisfaction leaving his lips upon feeling the tight clench of your warm pussy.

"dreamed of raping your cunt since the first time i saw you in that cafe baby" he panted, his words confirming your suspicions about him, but what use was that suspicion when you couldn't even protect yourself? His dick lodged itself into your womb again and again, a reminder of your foolishness.

"always so pretty, wanted to open your legs and fuck into you while everyone watched, that guy that works with you? He wants your pussy too, that fucker" He groaned and snapped his hips into you harder, a pained sob ripped through you again. Jake? No.. Jake was a sweetheart, he would never think about you like that.. . He would never -

"You're so unaware of the effect you have on men's dicks aren't you baby? - jesus fuck- if given the chance, everyone here would bury their dicks in this slutty pussy, raping it till they're satisfied" He groaned, chuckling condescendingly, as if mocking your naive nature with the constant pistoning of his hips into your cunt.

"pussy so good, so fucking tight and creamy mhmmn" he moaned into your ear in pleasure, more slick ran down your legs, your lower body burning up in arousal now, a sick pleasure running through your body as his dick kept bumping your cervix. His hands travelled inside your shirt and groped your breasts roughly and painfully, holding onto them for leverage while he thrusted into you like a madman.

"Oh fuck yeah, jerked off to this image so many times baby, fucked into my fucking fist imagining it was your cunt"

Your eyes closed, unable to stop yourself from moving your hips back on him, it was instinct, or maybe some sick part of you was enjoying this. Tears ran down your eyes again, but for an entirely different reason now.

"fuck yeah baby - he laughed in disbelief, his thrusts getting deeper now that you were meeting his hips halfway - fuck back on me like a fucking slut"

Your bodies found a rhythm and a lewd moan left your lips as the pleasure started clouding your brain.

"Yeah? Raping this pussy so good huh?" he panted, hot heavy breaths falling against the side of your face, his eyes rolling back in pleasure due to the insane friction of your lower bodies.

The sound of slick squelching and skin slapping was reaching your ears and you looked around to see if anyone could see you both. Your eyes met the elderly man's from before but this time his stare was different. A jolt of pleasure ran through you when you saw him squeezing his cock through his pants while he watched you getting violated.

You slammed yourself back on the dick that was moving in and out of you faster while you watched the lewd sight. Your hand moved down to lift your shirt up and bite its hem into your mouth so that your entire body was exposed. Your boobs already spilling out of your bra cups, being held onto by sunghoon who was fucking into your greedy cunt.

A sick satisfaction washed over you when you watched the elderly man haphazardly unzip his pants and slip his hand inside, his eyes watching your body get used and violated, his tongue hanging out of his mouth.

"Yeah that's right baby, show him what he's missing out on, show him how u like to get raped by random men's cocks like a real slut" sunghoon groaned , his eyes catching onto the scene your gaze was pivoted to.

A gasp left your lips when you felt sunghoon shift your body to the side so that it was facing halfway towards the man while still being hidden from the rest of the passengers. He lifted your right leg and held it up, holding it from under your knee, spreading you out, giving the pervert man a fucking show.

"Now he can see how my dick moves in and out of your creamy cunt, raping it so good that you're making a mess-shit baby just like that" He panted in your ear, his hips snapping harshly into yours. Your eyes met the old man's again and you moaned upon seeing his hand moving faster and faster inside his pants, drool falling from his lips.

fuck why was this so hot, what was fucking wrong with you??

Your hips moved back into sunghoon's, cunt slamming down on his dick, grinding and fucking back cuz your brain was broken, the thought of cumming overwhelmed your senses, your pussy leaking gallons of slick, making the act of penetration more pleasurable for the both of you. Sex getting messier and nastier.

"keep fucking it baby-holy shit- you need to keep fucking that dick, just like that oh yeah" His breathing was becoming heavy, your mouth was panting, working your body faster and faster to chase that friction on his dick.

His one hand left your chest and travelled down your body to rub your engorged clit, a sharp moan leaving your lips, making him slap you on the clit harshly.

"Don't let them hear u, or do u wanna get gang raped- he groaned, feeling your pussy clench at the thought- is that what u want? what a greedy little cunt" He chuckled hotly, licking into your ear cavity.

His thumb rubbed your swollen clit, making the knot in your stomach tighten, you were so fucking close. Your eyes met the old man's while sunghoon's thrusts became sloppy, his groans getting whinier , the pleasure getting too much for your tangled sweaty bodies. His pelvis met your ass in a few more harsh thrusts, his balls slapping the underside of your thighs

"You're gonna make me fucking cum, yeah fuck yeah make me fucking cum baby" He groaned, his high so close you could feel yours approaching too.

"cum cum cum, gonna cum in you, gonna take you raw, fuck my babies in that cunt, fuck jesus-ughmhmmm- his words cut off as his hips stilled , his dick spurting cum inside of you, your own eyes rolled back upon seeing the old man cum in his pants like a freak, your pussy clenched harshly around sunghoon's dick, milking him for all that he was worth as you came all around him, making him ride his orgasm.

"Shit yeah, feels so motherfucking good" He moaned, pushing his hips deeper into you, fucking his cum back into your cunt, breeding into you. His hold on your body loosened and his dick slid out of you with a pop when you heard your stop approaching. He shoved the panties in your hands and you instantly wore them back, adjusting your shirt and skirt while he watched, his zip still open and cock still hanging out, his hand fisting it to overstimulation, a pained hiss leaving his lips at how good it felt.

You turned around to meet his eyes and watch him jerk off his cock harshly, biting on his lower lip, pressing against your body again, his brows furrowed in pleasure, hot breaths falling on your face.

Your pussy was starting to heat up again, seeing pure carnal pleasure on his face was driving you insane, god what had he done to you?

He slammed his lips into yours and licked into your hot mouth while his hand continued to fist his dick, trying to make himself cum again. He groaned at your taste, his movements becoming faster. He pulled back from the kiss to rest his forehead against yours and stuck his tongue out, just a millimetre away from your lips. As if on instinct, you stuck your own tongue out to meet the tip of his, moaning at the feeling, rubbing your tongues against each other while he jerked off, saliva dripping down your chins.

When you sucked his tongue into your mouth, you felt his body jerk rapidly, pleasure overtaking his senses as he groaned into your mouth and came all over his hands, finally pulling away from you, sighing in relief and satisfaction.

The bus had reached your stop, coming slowly to a halt but before you could move to leave, he was bringing his cum covered hand to your lips "lick it clean" he whispered and you met his dark eyes, maintaining eye contact while your tongue snuck out to eat his cum out of his hands, moaning at the taste.

"Fuck" he cursed at the sight, watching as you licked his hand clean and finally walked away from him, licking your mouth clean with your fingers.

You were his perfect match.

[otto-s-alskling]

Freaky Fridays~

Being a Brat doesn't always end well...

Starting off with a little bit of Ghoap x Reader.

Tw: P to something, GN, Edging, Overstimulation, basically the reader being punished in the best way possible. No use of Y/N, petnames instead. Enjoy.

You knew the consequences when you decided to annoy Ghost today. Well, that, and the chances of maybe Soap giving you leniency since you baked him his favorite revel bars today. But there was no amount of bribery that could overthrow Ghost's orders when he had had enough of your attitude and sassiness, and had Soap throw you over his shoulder, carrying you off like a sack of potatoes straight into your shared quarters.

You've lost track of time the moment the door closed and locked. One? Two? Maybe three hours? No fucking clue. Just your mind muddled fuzzy by absolute, torturous pleasure. You've resorted to begging to get at least one orgasm but Soap just smiled, the fucking cocky Scot refusing to relieve any ache lest he unfortunately get a hint of Ghost's anger turned over to his way.

Soap wouldn't stop stroking you, his hands playing with your stiff nipples and playing with the apex of your legs but you've been in this suspended level of feeling amazing AND YET aching that you just wish he'd get it over with.

Ghost sat on the armchair in the corner of the room, just watching and stroking his cock ever so slowly, enjoying the view as he gazed upon you, completely bare in Soap's arms, twitching and mewling for just one peak.

"Look at you, you little minx... Hurts, doesn't it? That's what naughty brats deserve." He drawled out and you let out a whimper while Soap chuckled.

"LT, poor Bonnie's been begging for a while now, reckon we can let one out?" Soap finally advocated and he can practically feel the melt of relief that you gave from his words. Ghost sighed as he sauntered over, his cock twitching in anticipation before crawling on the bed, hovering over you and Soap.

"Learned your lesson, brat?" He whispered huskily as he removed his mask, followed by his uniform and nodding for Soap to do the same. No further words are needed as Soap let you lay down on the bed and practically throwing his clothes off his body, fabrics landing on the floor.

"Please please please, I need you, I'm sorry~" you softly mewled, tear filled eyes transfixed on the angry pink tip of his cock, precum enticing you to get a taste but he placed a finger on your chin, lifting up your gaze.

"That's not the lips that will taste me tonight, brat. The second part of your punishment is just about to begin." His words were a promise AND a threat before you blinked. S-second part? You thought just as Soap adjusted you to placing your hands in his, your head on his lap, cock pressing on your cheek.

Before you could say more, Ghost had already slipped in inside you, him hissing at the slightly tight fit but managed to nestle in deep, almost to the hilt.

"Fuckin hell... You'd think all that teasing would loosen you up, baby..." He gruffly mumbled out, earning a laugh from Soap, the Scot wiping your hair back from your forehead as he kept you in place to accept Ghost's cock.

"I fingered them, LT, but dinnae stretch 'em out much. That'll make them finish, beats the point of the punishment. Dinnae expect that you'd complain over a tight one tho." Soap joked that Ghost huffed at his words.

"Just shut yer trap and keep them from squirming." Ghost muttered before beginning to thrust, moving his hips in a fevered pace, panting at the delicious knot brewing inside his stomach. "Fuck, so good, you feel so damn good... Just like always, don't wanna leave or pull out..." Ghost mindlessly snarled as he moved even faster.

You whimpered in Soap's arms, unable to do anything but accept Ghost's movements as he pistoned his hips into you feverishly. The peak was quick to arrive for you, due to the hours of absolutely euphoric torture you just had before their mercy. It didn't take long for your knees to begin shaking, walls clamping around Ghost which made him hiss and curse.

"Tight, tight, damnit, you're squeezing me, ah- FUCK!" He said as he unceremoniously slammed his hips hard into you a few times before stilling, spurts of warm liquid began filling you up. It was enough to push you over the edge, whimpering as you finally get the much awaited climax as everything went blinding white in your head.

For a moment, everything was fuzzy and floaty before you distinctly felt Ghost pull out with a sigh and your head landed on a pillow instead. Pillow? Your brain barely registered just as you got stretched open again, making you gasped out loud.

Your eyes flew open, seeing Soap's face in front of you, Ghost now kneeling on the floor by the bed, brushing your hair back and kissing your temple. "Round two, baby. Now be good for Johnny." He murmured with a sinister grin as your eyes widened. Before you can protest, Soap already began moving, holding one of your knees down to the bed to pry your legs wider for the Scot.

Your hands grasped the bedsheets as he kept plowing in, loud squelching noises filling the room along with Soap's groans, and the torrid kissing, tongues entangling between you and Ghost. The Scot was relentless, enjoying the slick and lubrication that Ghost provided, his hands grasping your hips tightly (not that you can move or go anywhere).

"Sounds like an absolute dream, Bonnie... LT filled ye up properly, didn't he? God, I wish I can record this sound, fucking majestic." His words, punctuated by thrusts, barely registered in your brain as he kept spewing filthy words in your still buzzed out mind.

You began writhing again, gasping for breath as mewls spilled from your lips. Ghost chuckled as he moved to hold your shoulders down on the bed. "You can take it, you can do one more for us, or maybe two more, yeah?" He taunted as Soap whined.

"LT, gonna... Fuck... Gonna spill into Bonnie... Gonna... Shite. Cumming!" He cried out as he slammed down, sheathing to the hilt and spilling everything he could into your hole. Your toes curled as you gasped out loud, knees shaking as you creamed all over Soap's cock, soft sobs of bliss leaving your lips. There was a faint buzzing in your head, knowing that you're already almost at your limit just as Soap finally moved away, white spilling out of your opening, making the sergeant sigh at the waste.

"Bonnie, wasting all this precious seed... Looks like someone might need to... Plug you up." He said as he smirked at Ghost. Before you process what he had said, the Brit had already moved back between your legs, the two switching places again.

"You can handle a third round or more, can't you, baby?" He teased as you whimpered, already easing his way in again.

Looks like the punishment isn't over, after all.

[baekhyoris]

I think Neji would make a good father probably a strict parent a little but like not overbearing. And him wanting to be for/around his children as much as possible (considering he lost his father at 4 years old) he doesn’t want them to experience what he did at such a young age. I can imagine him having twins and him carrying them around proudly tbh

Any headcanons of Neji taking care of his twin babies and growing up?

PARENT NEJI OMG I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ME ABOUT THIS 🗣️🗣️🗣️ TYSM ANON 🩵 this is gonna be so long lmao i can yap about this for hours. i'm so sorry this took so long to finish.

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➢ now i believe in my heart of hearts that neji would have girls.

➢ though quick pivote to angst territory here, but i can honestly see neji never having kids due to his upbringing. i can imagine he wants to end the generational trauma within his clan and not having kids is neji's way of ending the cycle.

➢ anyways, that out of the way...

➢ throughout his s/o's pregnancy, neji would spend lots of his nights grappling with his feelings of becoming a father. he's both elated and apprehensive. he never thought he would come this far—the hyuga clan united as one, starting a family with the love of his life—and it makes his chest feel warm (because again, in #MY naruto cinematic universe, neji becomes clan head after the war and gets that nasty ass seal decommissioned).

➢ but he also feels an almost foreboading sense of unease that lasts throughout the pregnancy and never fully leaves. neji lost his father at such a young age and it had such a huge impact on his life, he doesn't want his kids to go through such pain. he doesn't know if he'll even be a good father. doesn't know if he even deserves this life.

➢ during the pregnancy, neji tries to direct his nervous energy into preparing for the babies (setting up the nursery, babyproofing the house etc). he wants to feel productive and useful. he waits on his s/o, growing quite protective of them, insisting they rest and to not strain themself. will take any opportunity to have his hand on the s/o's stomach, feeling his heart skip a beat when he feels the babies kick for the first time.

➢ initially when the girls were born, they were quite controversial due to them being the first branch members to never have the seal branded on them. neji is not afraid to put people in their place if they ever make the mistake of commenting negatively on this. he will move heaven and earth to ensure that his children will never have to go through even a fraction of what he had to go through growing up.

➢ he enjoys reading to his kids so much! especially when they start asking questions when they're older. they've had plenty of long discussions because of this. deep down, he finds it so cute when they're very obviously tired but they insist that he continous with the story.

➢ i can imagine that the older twin takes after a lot after him phyisically but inherits the s/o's personality. meanwhile, the younger twin looks like the s/o, but is the more sensible and levelheaded out of the two. they would both have neji's eyes.

➢ training is neji's main way of bonding with his kids. he's one of those strict but fair kind of teachers, he just wants them to be able to protect themselves. he would instill the teachings of his own sensei to his children, "stronger than you were yesterday."

➢ the day his kids manage to get a hit on him during training is when he's super proud of them. i imagine the older twin learning the rotation jutsu when she's a little older and neji would call her a "true genius."

➢ deep down, he'd be somewhat relieved if one or both of the kids decide to not go down the shinobi path. he wouldn't have to be worried for their safety as much. but regardless, he would at least teach basic defence for them.

➢ when the twins are young, neji makes it a habit of kissing their foreheads after tucking them to bed. it's a way of reassuring himself and partly because he still can't believe that his kids are free and will never be cursed to a life of servitude and submission.

➢ on some nights, his thoughts would drift to his father, wishing he was still alive to meet his children and to see just how far things have changed in the clan. it's surreal to him, but the mix of bittersweetness and sentimentality he feels makes his heart ache.

➢ as a parent, i think he would be strict, but not to the point of it being unreasonble. he'd be quite protective of them, too (especially when they're young). he values respect. and ultimately, he wants to be a good role model for the children. i imagine his s/o would be the more "chill" parent, but both kids know not to mess with them.

➢ my biggest hc i have for this is neji would take his kids out birdwatching with him. i imagine that this was something neji would do with his late father, and in a way, neji feels like it's another way of keeping his father's memory alive. him and his s/o would carry them up on their shoulders as they use their byakugan to look at the birds. neji would talk about facts/stories surrounding them.

➢ snow days!! imagine the twins making four snowmen (one for each family member) as neji watches from the balcony with a soft smile on his face. he somehow manages to turn a snowball fight to a training session, telling them to try and hit him. is secretly a little miffed when his s/o cheers his kids on.

➢ his kids (and his s/o) are the only ones allowed to touch neji's hair. it's become a common occurance to have flowers in his hair whenever they braid it. as much as it embarrased him, he wouldn't take it out. the grins on their faces are worth it though, anything to make them happy.

➢ carries them on his back after long days!! not together of course. there were plenty of times in which he has to break up arguments over who gets to be carried. deep down, neji finds these quite amusing, even though he's firm with them. in his eyes, it's the cutest thing

➢ side tangent: if neji ever had twin boys, he would name the younger twin after his father. don't you just love literay parallels?

[beansprean]

E11 Ideas in no particular order:

Simon the Devious rug pull/reveal

Simon the Devious was behind the documentary all along. He is Greg the camera guy. The documentary was produced by the Daltry Brothers Production Company with thanks to the Toby Daltry Memorial Film Foundation

Outrageous nandermo flirting throughout

Nandermo secret off-camera relationship (we already have canon nandermo QPR I just wanna remind everyone Guillermo is officially in the polycule)

We find out via tv news in the background that Jordan got hit with that sign Nandor threw and he died (no one cares bc they are doing more interesting things)

Nandermo get served by the local Staten Island Chapter of Vampire Vigilantes for operating as superheroes without a permit

"Clip show" where they all watch the documentary

"Clip show" where they all watch the documentary and its full of 'deleted' scenes that we have never seen before (leading to revealed secrets and arguments and confessions and-)

1 hour special that is literally the documentary (with a special guest narrator)

The Guide x Miguel I am so serious

The entire episode is just a backdoor pilot for a spinoff series (seanmaine sitcom?) (life as cravensworth's robinson's monster?)

The house blows up/is destroyed somehow

Colin, as part of the house based on my own personal EV lore, dies or nearly dies bc of this. They get a new house and bury him there and then he pops back up babystyled and the monster has to be his dad now

The monster sacrifices himself to save his dads (noooo!!!!!!!!)

Last scene all the vampires are going into the fancy room to have an orgy and Nandor pokes his head out to say 'arent you coming Guillermo?' and he grins and shrugs at the camera and goes in and thats how it ends

Jenna was there The Whole Time (please god it would be so funny i will die on this hill)

Guillermo dies and Nandor has to turn him anyway

Guillermo dies and Nandor tries to turn him but apparently thats how energy vamps are made whoopsie

Laszlo says "Guillermo" correctly

Red carpet premiere of the documentary with all the fan favorite characters returning as guests

(maybe even including the two Freddies bc it would be very funny. Nandor getting jealous like excuse me step away from Guillermo you had your chance and Freddie is like oh sorry no I'm the other Freddie and Nandor is like o rly hello and Guillermo is like exCUSE ME STEP AWA-)

Red carpet premiere of the documentary with all the fan favorite characters returning as guests that turns out to be a trap set by the Vampiric Council and they all have to fight their way out of that shit again

Red carpet premiere of the documentary that turns out to be a trap set by Batdor and Robllermo to murder a bunch of rich people

Nadja starts an mlm foot pic empire with the monster as her bouncer (dressed in a cute little pimp suit and feathered hat)

Somehow, the Witch's Skin Hat has returned

Guillermo returns to his pre-corporate color palette (greens and browns and reds and patterns pls!!) but its well fitted and non shitty sweaters

All the ghosts of all the people they ever killed/buried at the house rise up and attack (including lisa's severed head), and this somehow leads to Dolly finishing her unfinished business and saying goodbye

The Guide is proud and relieved to see that Nandor is no longer obsessed with her and they are buddies now

She insinuates that he found what he was looking for (in Guillermo). sometimes you hurt every woman in your life because your soulmate is a man

Sean dies (noooooo!!!!!!!!)

Sean gets turned into a vampire

Sean gets turned into a vampire and immediately breaks every rule and also turns Charmaine and somehow manages to take over the entire eastern seaboard and overthrow Tilda Swinton as supreme leader of the Vampiric Council

MAJOR timeskip, like multiple years or even decades. 10 year retrospective post-documentary release?

They recreate the supernatural finale beat for beat, complete with colin in a very bad wig and two covers of "you're dead" back to back to fill up the runtime

Vampire society rises up against the house after the documentary is released and they all die

[hey-itsdollie]

HIIII POOKSIESSSSS I'M BACK AGAIN TO REQUEST SOMETHING NEW EHEHHEEHEHEEEE ◍˃ᵕ˂◍

So like—I was pondering over my bio studies and then the most brilliant, awe inspiring idea finally finished forming in my head.

Said idea, was the best thing I could imagine.

It was saw x a clingy reader with really long (just a bit below the waist) hair and like the reader practically melts in his arms when he touches her hair. Oh and when reader wants his attention they'll lean over his shoulder and annoy him with their hair until he finally gives in.

I'm crying why is ts so long I'm so sorry (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

Hope you're doing well, stay happy, drink tons of water and have a sparkly, exciting, fluffy, heart bumping wonderful day!!

Just a Small Break...

I love this idea! This is gonna be so cute<3

‧₊˚ ┊ In which Sae is faced with distractions

⋮ ⌗ ┆cw ⪼ fluff, female reader, established relationship

A groan left your lips as you laid on your bed. Your head laying slightly off the bed as your long hair touched the floor.

One hour. It had been only one hour since your boyfriend had went to his office to deal with some work. You had already styled your hair in many different ways, cleaned your shared bedroom, and read a few chapters to a book.

So finally boredom hit you. You wanted to go and spend time with Sae, he had to be getting bored with being on the phone with his manager.

After two more minutes passed, you had enough and jumped off the bed your hair coming to a rest below your waist. Using your socks, you slide around the house heading to the office.

After knocking you walked into the room where your boyfriend was sitting at the desk, phone to his ear. "Hm?" Sae looked up at her his eyebrow raised. You walked to him and hung over his shoulders, being sure to stay quiet.

Your long hair fell over your shoulder and his hanging over into his lap as you place soft kisses against Sae's neck and cheek.

Mindlessly Sae listened to his manager, his free hand twirling a few strands of your hair around his fingers. Your eyes softened as he played with your hair, relieved that you brushed it before coming to see him.

You moved a few strands and brushed at his face his brows furrowing as he glanced at you. You knew he couldn't just openly speak to you and you knew it annoyed him. He huffed quietly and swatted your hand away.

Holding back a giggle you pulled away. Feeling accomplished that you annoyed him and was going to leave him wanting more. You're plans didn't go the way you thought though.

Sae gripped your wrist and pulled you onto his lap. You gasped softly but Sae help his pointer finger to his lips telling you to keep it down.

You sat in Sae's lap, hands placed gently on his chest as he smirked. His hand moved your hair to infront of you, playing with it as he finished up his call.

You leaned forward placing kisses on his face. The moment was wholesome for the two of you, Sae feeling better for having you there with him.

The male got off his phone and he cupped your cheek. "You are so clingy." He spoke smoothly, caressing the side of your cheek.

"You love it..." You grinned placing a sweet kiss onto his lips.

"Hm... I do..."

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