#kisses are hard to draw oof

[average-mako-enjoyer]

crying screaming throwing up 1/3

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know I just bitched about the lazy writing and world-building in Mass Effect, but I wouldn't love these games if they didn't have moments where everything was on point (or close to it): the writing, the animation, the voice acting, everything.

Here's one of my favorite scenes, it's very short and I bet you've never thought about it before, but it's so, so good, I'm obsessed with it and I have to scream.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure that the only time that Shepard really freaks out is after the Mars mission. It happens right on screen, we don't hear it from someone else, we don't have to headcanon it, we get to see Shepard not as a protagonist, not as a savior of the galaxy, not as a soldier, but as an actual human being, simply scared shitless.

I also love that it starts with Liara immediately realizing what's going on. You can see that she freaks out too, because Shepard is freaking out, and the camera lingers on her reaction as it shifts from fear to sadness to understanding. And then we finally get to see the condition of our favorite Virmire survivor, and it's just oof.

When we go back to Liara, she already knows what to do.

And then we finally get to see Shepard. All these erratic movements are completely out of character. Throughout the three games, we only see Shepard move with some sort of intention (yes, because it's a game, and it's supposed to be that way, but think beyond that; it's also Shepard's characteristic as a person), and there's no intention in this. Shepard is holding on to the examination table, trying to lean down or move forward, and that's because now, in this situation, he can do nothing. No amount of self-sacrifice, quick thinking, tactical advantage, or stupid badassery will help. There's someone on that table he clearly cares about, and he has no say in the matter.

And Liara knows it. She leans forward to look Shepard in the eye and draw his attention to herself. She starts soft and pleading:

And dude, Shepard's expression is everything. It's sad and scared and open... again, completely out of character.

And then we can watch Liara's expression change when she sees that Shepard heard her. Her tone is no longer soft, it becomes quite aggressive.

It is all very deliberate. And it works! Shepard is still terrified, but he furrows his eyebrows and his expression closes. Now he looks more like the Shepard we all know and love.

Another change of tactics, and oh my god. Say what you will about my girl Liara, she is a real MVP here. Notice how she goes soft again and just gives Shepard a suggestion. She knows the best way to snap him out of his panic and sense of sheer helplessness is to push him to start giving orders again.

And again, it works! This sounds and looks like our usual Shepard.

Oh, I love these animations. The change from something hard-assed and in control to something vulnerable... Whoever animated this, let me kiss you on the mouth, let's ride into the sunset. You're beautiful and I love you.

✨Gentle touches✨ Not like our usual Shep at all.

Now to part 2 because I have even more gifs

[ddejavvu]

MEI

supposedly the new venom movie is taking place in Mexico and oof, just imagining reader and Eddie on vacation and venom keeps messing with reader’s bathing suit or something like that

idk i’m just a simp for the symbiote

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Finding a vacant hot tub at a beachside resort is something you've never quite been able to manage before, so you're more than happy to break the no running rule when Eddie points out the tranquil waters.

Ohhh," You let the obligatory groan escape your mouth at the feeling of the warm water rushing over your skin, seeping into your bones and relieving your muscle tension, "Eddie, come here. I'm gonna kiss you for finding us this spot."

Eddie quite literally jumps into the pool, splashing you with warm water across your chest with his eager entrance.

"I heard the word kiss?" He feigns confusion, tilting his head to the side and ignoring the droplets of water that splatter over his nose from his now-soaked hair. You can't help but giggle at his antics, and by the grin growing over his face, he knows you can't resist him.

"Come here," You laugh, gripping his scruffy cheeks to drag him into a kiss. He wraps his arms around your waist to draw you in closer, which is why you're so startled when something brushes against your back and yanks at the strings of your bikini.

"Mmf- hey!" You break away, which is hard to do considering Eddie's not gotten the memo yet, and chases after you dazedly when you shriek.

"What?" He blinks, panting slightly now that his airways are free.

"Venom," You hiss, clutching the cups of your top for dear life, "Public nudity is illegal! My bathing suit needs to stay on."

"Hey, get-! Get outta here!" Eddie scoffs, reaching around to grab the strings of your swimsuit and tie up your top for you, "Venom, I told you, you can only come out in the hotel room." Then he pauses, waiting for the symbiote's response through his head, "Alright, no need for name-calling. I know you're pissed, but that's just rude."

"Be nice, Venom," You warn, already leaning in to kiss Eddie once more. He gladly accepts the press of your lips to his, hands snaking below the fabric of your bikini bottoms.

"Mm, the- the key," Eddie groans, tongue brushing your own as he mumbles into your mouth, "Babe, get the key, turn the bubbles on."

"You get the key," You breathe, kissing restlessly at his bottom lip, "I can't get out. Venom stole my underwear."

[kiiwiigii]

Marks 

Demetri x Fem!Reader 

Summary: Demetri is determined to show everyone who you belong to. 

Warnings: 

NSFW 18+ 

Smut 

Marking/Hickeys 

Smidge of blood 

Word Count: 700+ 

Requested?: For Kinktober! 

For kinktober, can I get possessive sex or marking/hickeys with Demetri please? 

A/N: Oof. Short and sweet but I still need a fan. 

-Demetri-

She was lying beneath him, her smooth creamy skin begging to be marked. To be bruised with his teeth and kisses. And she would be. 

And he would make sure that not only would there be some in a few rather… intimate places, but there would be quite a few that would be visible. And he would make sure that they weren't covered up. Everyone would know that Y/N was his. 

Demetri growled at the thought and watched as Y/N sucked in a deep breath, her cheeks staining red, and she squirmed beneath him. He gave her a wicked grin, his hands trailing down her bare stomach to her equally bare pussy, sliding his fingers through her slit. She moaned, her back arching ever so slightly. 

He leaned down to bite at her neck, suckling at the flesh there. Her neck was made for this. For his teeth, his lips. Her pussy for his fingers. Her breasts for his tongue. 

He bit a little harder, drawing the slightest bit of blood, its sweetness making his head spin. He kissed down her collarbone to her breasts, his fingers burying deep inside her. He flicked his tongue over her nipple, making her moan more. He teased her, watching her squirm and writhe underneath him. Her moans made his cock twitch, but he ignored it in favor of making her feel good. That was what she deserved. 

Demetri moved his hand from her pussy to her clit, applying pressure and watching as her mouth flew open and she arched her back, her nipples standing at attention. He sucked one into his mouth, her hips bucking into my hand, and he bit down hard. She screamed, her voice echoing around the room. He quickly let go of her nipple, watching it turn from pale pink to red and purple. He kissed up her neck to her lips, claiming them in a kiss, eliciting another moan from her. 

He pulled away from her lips, leaving her pouting. He smirked and flicked her nipple with his index finger. Her hips bucked, and he chuckled, before sitting up and pulling her up with him. He flipped her over onto her stomach and she whimpered in protest. 

Demetri smirked and ran his fingers over the mark on her neck. 

"No need to be so impatient, love. I plan to take my time." 

He ran a hand down to her ass, gripping it firmly. 

"Emphasis on time." 

He grinned and kissed her spine. 

"This ass is gorgeous, Y/N." 

He bit down on her lower back, and she whimpered, her hips bucking back into his hip.  

"It's been aching to be fucked all day." 

He flicked her clit and she moaned loudly. 

"But no.  I'm going to make you wait." 

He slid his finger into her pussy, and she gasped. 

"Because it's good for you." 

Demetri smirked and moved a hand away from her clit, leaving her be for a second. She groaned. 

He thrust a second finger into her, curling them up and making her moan. After a moment of rough fucking, he slid his fingers back out, slapping her ass. 

"On your knees, darling." 

Y/N got to her knees shakily, and he could see the glittering wetness that her cunt had been reduced to. She would be gushing by the time he was through. He took one long swipe at her juices before replacing his tongue with his cock. She gasped and widened her eyes, but she said nothing.  

She waited, her body betraying her with the way that it was writhing beneath him. 

He pushed into her slowly, feeling her tighten up around him. He moved faster then, his hands gripping her hips tightly.  

Y/N squeaked out a moan with each thrust, her body shaking, and he felt his orgasm building. He moved faster and faster until he was pounding into her hard, the smacking of his hips and pelvis against her sweet cunt making deliciously sinful wet noises. 

He felt her come undone around him, pussy tightening and pulsing, trying to milk his cock for all it was worth.  

But he was far from coming just yet. And he had a few more marks to leave behind. If the marks weren't enough, by the end of the night, he would have her screaming, and everyone would know who she belonged to. 

{Kinktober} // {Masterlist}

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[mrsgreenworld]

Two Aslaz fics in less than 24 hours? I know-I can-I practise 😎

I saw this pic and immediately imagined this mess of legs being Aslaz 🙈😂

Remember that house where Alaz hid Rüya and her father? Because I do as well as Alaz's promise to take Asi there for some alone time 😏 So here comes some Aslaz sexy times hotness, humour, fluff and silliness and a pinch of sadness.

I don't own the show or any of the characters. They belong to the Yabani writers and the production company. This is only fanfiction.

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Compromising Positions and Unshakable Faith

Alaz is staring at the ceiling, trying to catch his breath. Asi is sprawled on top of him, breathing just as hard. Their limbs are tangled together and their overheated bodies are glistening with sweat.

"Wow ... We really are the best at this" Alaz mumbles into the crown of Asi's head. 

"Shut up!" she slaps his chest and hides her face in embarrassment. 

"What? Just stating facts" Alaz says with a cocky smile. 

Asi moves to roll off of him but Alaz catches her by the waist and secures her position on top of him. She squirms a little which draws attention of a particular part of Alaz's body.

"Again?" Asi asks incredulously. 

"Always" Alaz responds with a shit-eating grin and a devilish glint in his eyes. 

He flips them over, making Asi yelp in surprise. Her legs fall open and he settles comfortably between them. When he brushes at her, a groan escapes her, which makes Alaz frown in worry.

"You okay?" 

"Yeah, just a little sore".

"In that case, round three can wait".

Alaz bumps Asi's nose with his and moves to her lips to drop a short kiss but Asi winds her arms around his neck, pulling him closer and opening her mouth. At the touch of her tongue, Alaz can feel the skin tingling all over his body. He's getting lost in their kiss when he suddenly feels Asi stiffen and pull back slightly only to whisper: 

"You heard that?" 

With his brain turned into a complete mush the only thing Alaz can master is: 

"Hm?" 

"I heard something. A car? Oh my god! You said noone ever comes here!" 

"Noone does!" 

"Then why do I hear voices?" 

"What voices? There are no vo..." 

And then Alaz also hears an undeniable sound of two voices he'll recognise anywhere - his mother's and the other belonging to his twin sister. 

He looks down at Asi whose eyes have gotten comically wide. She starts whisper yelling: 

"Oh my god oh my god oh my god! You have to hide me!" 

She pushes him off of her and Alaz lands on his back with an oof . 

"I have to what now?" he asks in disbelief all the while watching Asi wrap herself in a sheet hustily and clumber out of bed. 

"HIDE ME!" 

Before Alaz can say something they both hear the front door open downstairs, the voices of his mother and Çağla getting louder. 

Alaz leans back on his elbows and looks at Asi who's clutching the sheet to her chest. 

"Güzelim, I am not going to hide you like some dirty little secret. And it's not like they don't know about us". 

"Well, they don't know about this" Asi all but hisses at him, gesturing between them with a finger.

"I think it's pretty obvious to them that this happens as well" Alaz throws back wiggling his eyebrows. 

"You won't be getting any of this any time soon if you don't hide me!" Asi threatens just as they hear Çağla at the bottom of the stairs: 

"Mom, I think someone's in here. Must be Alaz. Alaz?!" 

Asi in a full blown panic mode looks around the room frantically. And just as Alaz opens his mouth to yell out a response to his sister, Asi darts to a walk-in closet, throws one of the doors open and all but jumps inside. 

"Alaz?! Alaz! Are you in here?" Çağla's voice is getting closer and Alaz lets out a short laugh and shouts: 

"I'm here! In the bedroom!"

Given that Asi took the sheet with her, there's nothing else to cover himself with but her pillow. Which Alaz strategically places over his groin just as Çağla opens the bedroom door.

"Hey, what are you doing he... OH MY GOD! MY EYES!" 

Çağla covers her eyes as she yells and turns away from Alaz quickly. 

"Oh my god! Why are you naked??!!" 

Alaz doesn't have time to answer that because he hears his mother's voice alarmingly close: 

"Çağla, what's happening? Is your brother here? Alaz, oğlum, what ... Oh!" 

Neslihan isn't as vocal in her reaction as Çağla but she does turn away quickly as well. 

"Oğlum, what are you doing here?" Neslihan asks just when Çağla jumps in with: 

"Are you here with someone? Well, it's obvious you're here with someone. Wait a second! Are you cheating on Asi?!!!" 

Suddenly all horror and embarrassment forgotten, Çağla whirls around and stares furiously at Alaz who all but squeaks out: 

"What?!!" 

Neslihan also turns to face him, disapproval written all over her face. 

"What ... Why are you looking at me like that? I am not cheating on Asi!"

"Well, your are in quite a compromising position!" Çağla throws, gesturing vaguely at Alaz and his overall state of undress.

"First of all, I know that she'll feed my dick to dogs if I so much as think of anything like that. Second of all, I can't even get it up if it's not Asi ..." 

"Oh god, TMI !" Çağla yells but Alaz continues:

" And the third: why, instead of thinking I am with Asi, would you rather think I am a cheater???" 

"Well, where is she?" Neslihan asks.

"In the closet". 

Both Neslihan and Çağla raise their eyebrows incredulously. 

"In the closet? What is she doing in there?" 

Alaz shrugs with one shoulder and says: 

"Hiding". 

"Hiding?" 

"Yes, she's embarrassed" Alaz says and adds a little louder, for Asi: 

"Asi, can you, please, yell something out from in there so that my mother and sister know I'm not a cheater?" 

There's a pregnant pause where Alaz stares at the closet doors and his mother and sister stare at him expectantly. Then they all hear a muffled: 

"Çağla, Neslihan Teyze, don't yell at him, he's not a cheater!" 

Alaz looks at his mother and sister with a triumphant "See?" written all over his face. 

Both women at least have the decency to look contrite. 

"Okay, we'll just ... leave you two to ... to get dressed" says Neslihan and pulls at Çağla's hand. 

Just when they leave the room, closing the door behind them, Alaz throws away the pillow and jumps out of bed. 

"Asi? You can come out, they're gone" he says, picking his pants up from the floor and pulling them on. 

When there's no reply or any sign of movement, Alaz goes to the closet, knocks on one of the doors and pulls it open, only to see Asi sitting there, face hidden behind her palms. He crouches down to be eye level with her and pulls her hands gently away from her face: 

"Hey! Is this where we live now?" 

Asi just nods.

"Okay. Make some room for me then" Alaz says.

Asi moves a little, freeing enough space for Alaz to get inside the closet as well and sit next to her. He throws an arm over Asi's shoulders and pulls her into his side. 

All the comedy of the situation dissipates suddenly and Alaz is left with a heavy feeling. His mother and his sister thought the worst of him yet again. It seems that Asi can read his mind because she puts her hand over his heart and says quietly: 

"Don't go there. I know you'll never do that to me and to us". 

"I swear I will never. I'd rather die". 

"I know" Asi repeats and turns her face to press a kiss into his collarbone. 

They sit quietly for a few minutes until Asi breaks the silence: 

"We should go down. Your mom and Çağla are waiting". 

"Can we just stay here a little longer?" Alaz whispers. 

Asi snuggles closer to him and whispers back: 

"Yes, we can". 

And here - in their little cocoon of love - Alaz realizes that it's only Asi's faith in him that he needs. 

[llamagoddessofficial]

Llama I just got a big brain moment

What if MC has a crush on Papyrus?? Like any of the Papyruses from your aus where he’s around? How would Sans/Red/Skull react?

Imagine the ✨drama✨

oh dear

Sans: It makes sense. His bro is super cool, right? Who wouldn’t love his bro? The second he catches on that she likes Pap, and I mean literally the moment he draws those “oh” dots, he violently crushes his romantic feelings under his slipper crocs. Her friendship is still valuable to him- he can bond with her over their shared appreciation of how cool his brother is, right? He can enjoy her proximity, let her know he approves, make her feel welcomed to the skeleton family. Sans is content to be skipped, he wants his two favourite people in the world to be happy.

Nobody will ever know how often he dreams about her.

Red: It depends pretty intensely on how his Pap feels about Mc.

It Pap likes her back, Red just works hard to convince himself that his feelings are a fluke that will disappear eventually, even as time only solidifies them. If Mc reaches his brother’s impossible standards for a datemate, the two of them are clearly meant for each other. He just pines from afar, trying to distract himself with alcohol and other partners... it hurts, to have someone he adores so close yet so far, but if it makes them both happy he can convincingly act like it doesn’t hurt. He might drunkenly flirt once or twice, but that’s it- time will make pretending easier.

... But if Pap doesn’t like her back, Red gets... spiteful. Red is so desperate to get closer to her, he craves her attention & love more and more as time goes on- she gives that precious attention to Pap and he’s rejecting it? He’s wasting it. She deserves better. Though he inserts himself as her shoulder to cry on, he’s pissed, and it would for sure cause some friction between the brothers. Pap is frustrated and Red is jealous. Red doesn’t normally get attached enough to get jealous, but when he does, he’s got a pretty intense mean streak.

Skull: Oh dear x10

It’s messy for everyone. The first time Skull has fallen in love, and she likes his brother instead... a real big oof. Skull understands someone not liking him, he’s not exactly a pretty picture- but it still stings. Pap would immediately see how much she means to Skull, and would try to either let her down gently, or steer her toward his brother instead.

... Skull might come across as prickly, around her. He rarely looks at/speaks to her, he’s feeling a lot of things all at the same time and it makes him hard to communicate with, he usually vacates the room if she’s there because it’s just too much and he isn’t emotionally secure enough to handle it all. He also has a tendency to blurt out that he loves her, which can make a situation... a lot more awkward.

Skull is the most likely to end up pushing his affection onto her. Sans and Red can contain themselves, but Skull isn’t exactly famous for his self control. He might growl at someone she talks to, or get lost in his head while looking at her and try to go in for a kiss. Every rejection hurts a little more, but no matter what happens, he just can’t stop his Soul from yearning.

[lookingfts]

Oof. Of course, I had Kanthony headcanons about this dress.

*sexy snippet below*

Anthony's breath was hot on her back when he came up behind her, his hands sliding down her sides tantalizingly slowly until they were gripping her hips.

"Menace," he growled, sinking his teeth into Kate's shoulder. Not hard enough to mark her, but enough that she might see the faint imprint of his teeth during the night and be reminded of him. "You're going to kill me in this dress."

"You can't die from being horny," Kate rebutted, leaning into his touch as Anthony pressed kisses along the curve of her neck.

"Debatable. I might die of jealousy instead." Dipping his fingers below the drape of her dress, Anthony curved his large hand around her breast, covering it completely. Kate whimpered as he squeezed her. "Everyone will see these gorgeous tits tonight. Your perfect hard nipples."

With two fingers, he pinched the bud, drawing a whine from Kate's throat. His answering groan against her skin made her shudder.

His other hand toyed with the thin strap. "Just have to push this down and the whole dress comes right off. I wonder how many people will fantasize about stripping you bare," he taunted. "It excites you, doesn't it? Showing off for everyone?"

She could barely breathe as he worked her over, wetness seeping into her flimsy knickers. Anthony would surely rip them off her later with little effort. "Yes," Kate breathed, her back arching as she pushed her breast into his hand. "But only you can touch me."

Anthony grinned against her skin, kissing her cheek. "That's right, my love. Everyone can look, but only I have the privilege of touching you." He grazed his teeth along her jaw. "Kissing you." Another pinch of her nipple. "Making you come."

"Please," she sighed shakily. "Please make me come."

"I will." Placing a hand on her abdomen, he pulled her hard against him, letting her feel his erection digging into her arse. "Later."

Suddenly, she realized that this had been his plan all along. To tease her and then make her walk the carpet all needy and wrecked. Dripping for him. "I hate you."

"I know you do," Anthony laughed, turning her head to kiss her gently, careful not to mess up her lipstick. Though the idea of posing for the press with smudged lipstick and a wet cunt was sort of enticing. "I'll make it up to you later. I promise."

"With the dress on?" she smirked.

"Naturally."

[hercynianforest]

So....thoughts on lumax?

No thoughts, head empty.😆 Jk...

I think they are very underrated, which is sad, because they are both incredible characters on their own AND have had such a wonderful relationship arc so far.

It started out with Max being desperate for friends, and even though Lucas liked her from the start, there were lots of obstacles in their way in S2 (Billy, the secret about El/UD, Mike pushing her away, Max's distrust and pushing away).

But they overcame all of that and forged a bond. Seeing Max opening up and telling Lucas about her dysfunctional family and her fear of becoming abusive like Billy, was one of the most touching scenes in S2, imo (there were many). And he reassured her.❤️

Then s3 was like the comedy season for the kids, though they still had cute scenes - and Lucas saying that Max broke up with him five times, is a reminder of how she keeps doing that pushing away (foreshadowing for S4).

S4 was the best season for them, though it was so tragic. How they started out estranged, and seeing Max so dissociated and depressive, while Lucas saw it all, but couldn't help her, was heartbreaking.

Their exchange before the basketball game, where she tries her best to push him away with sarcasm and insults, but he just wears his heart on his sleeve and shows that he truly does see her suffering and cares...*chef's kiss*.

And then how relieved she is when he joins the group, how he apologies for not having tried hard enough.😭

RUNNING UP THAT HILL

How he tries to keep her from sacrificing herself, their conversation and little drawings in the Creel house.🫠🥺❤️‍🩹

And of course the dramatic finale...oof.

I honestly think they deserve so much more love and attention, they are the best. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Now I wonder whether I did this wrong... wasn't I supposed to write headcanons?👀

Any ways, I'll make a new post with one, this is long enough.😆

[himbo-in-limbo]

I get that but honestly I love the idea of being poly, but Bons and Monty are trying so hard to show me that they’re better. Bonnie leaves me limping? Monty leaves me unable to walk.

Monty gives me hickeys? Bonnie gives me small scars.

And then there’s Freddy who I don’t think would be big on the idea. He’s already pretty vanilla imo (Aside from Praise and Degradation) so he just takes you shirt off, looks at you, looks at all the bites and scratches, and just is like “Superstar… did you get mauled by a wolf or-“

And do not get me started on the idea of those two (Bonnie and Monty) doing it at the same time.

But they better also give me some good aftercare. Idk if I’ve mentioned this but as kinky as I can be, I am a pillow price/princess/enby (Depending on the day yk).

Anyway long story short I want to have Bonnie, Freddy, or Monty to cuddle me after banging my brains out.

-🐦‍⬛

TW RAUNCHY N SPICY TOPICS!! KIDDIES KEEP SCROLLING OR ILL BLOCK YOU 🔥

DAWG

Don’t even get me started on poly ships cuz OOF (I decided to draw my more anthro vers for dis)

I have thought (and still do) think about how fuckin wholesome (and hot) it’d be in a poly relationship with fronnie

Those two would be the aftercare kings like they’ll do you raw and yeah sure you probably wouldn’t be able to walk the next day but

You don’t needa lift a finger. They got chu, they’ll pamper the hell outta ya and give you sweet kisses n stuff 😩❤️ Freddie will apologize sm if he left you any bruises n stuff (meanwhile Bonnie just kisses em while giving you a wink) like ugh just imagine waking up in the morning seeing these two bring u breakfast in bed n ughhfcgjgxcbnm,,…

-ahem-

Anyways the concept of Monty n Bonnie as a duo sounds…interesting

Your a toy for them I’d wager LMAO we know Bonnie would be a bit more gentle than Monty for sure but he can still get competitive…

I honestly don’t think Monty is any good at aftercare but If Bonnie’s there he’d def nag him to grab you anything you need 😭 he’ll grumble about it but he’d cuddle you post and after sexy time but he’s pretty lazy.

Monty can’t be held down forever like bros to strong. The way he’d pin you down so fast (also that leash as a belt thing is such a big brain thing omg) very hot, he’d be so annoying with his cocky comebacks 🙄

But yes Freddy they were mauled by a gator 😭 n it was hot ngl

[99liners]

Would you be willing to write a drabble of what it was like for kaiho jk’s wife during the months after their marriage? how he made her quit, when she began to notice his red flag behaviour etc

opus kaiho, drabble number 2 / tatemae series 建前:

pairing: detective!jeon jeongguk x trophy!wife reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut, marriage!au, age-gap!au (7 years).

words: 4.437.

warnings: NSFW, nothing too graphic, emotional manipulation, uncommunicative!jjk.

original one-shot: kaiho

part of: tatemae; 建前 — a bts series  

a/n: man, this is extremely self-indulgent in places. my mans is tattooed and owns a harley davidson, then there’s bam too... sigh, i just couldn’t stop myself. i am ashamed. it’ll probably happen again. 

also, posting this early cause i have to make my bb @afangirllikeme-blog ‘s day! and also @chicken-fifi who is tryna threaten me,,, oof love that energy. (*/ω＼*)

“hi,” jeongguk’s voice came out in barely a whisper due to the lump in his throat which he cleared out to mumble the hi once more.

“mm, mornin’,” you replied, a smile finding its way to your lips. eyes squinting to adjust to the sunlight seeping in from the curtains that you two must have forgotten to draw properly last night.

well, last night was wild and the aftermath was glaring at you — jeongguk’s brand-new black tuxedo lay scattered; the blazer was barely hanging from the back-rest of his desk chair, the white shirt was lying at the feet of the bed and the black trousers were nowhere in sight. on the other hand, your white wedding dress lay unceremoniously in the middle of the room, the untouched material glowed even in such a predicament.

however, your attention from the mess was pulled away as jeongguk shuffled under the sheets before getting on top of you. his fingers grazed your arm before his hands guided your hands up, on either side of your head before intertwining your fingers with his. he leaned down, face to face, your chests mere metres away from each other as he rolled his hips to grind his semi hard-on against your core. he halted his movements the moment he felt the tip of his length grazing against fabric instead of your soft folds.

“you are wearing panties? thought i ripped those,” jeongguk let go of your hands to sneak a peek under the sheet.

“it felt weird to sleep without any so i put on a fresh one,” you replied, your body ever so twitching wherever his body next touched yours.

he repositioned himself to rest his head between the valley of your bare breasts while his free hand travelled down to the hem of your panties, “you slipped out of my arms? impressive. i always thought i was a light sleeper.”

“a light sleeper? you snore so loud that you probably would sleep over a gunsho- ow!” you seethed when jeongguk’s mouth found its way to your right nipple and his teeth clamped down on it.

“mm. well, you learn new things every day,” his tongue flicked your nipple before his mouth closed down over the areola to suck on it.

you lifted the sheet to see your newly wedded husband sprawled over your figure. the muscles on his tattooed hand flexed as he maneuvered his hand to insert his fingers under the panties, his fingernails grazing against your swollen folds from the passionate night.

“i thought the morning after tradition was to cook the first meal in the matrimonial house.”

“but you have already cooked the perfect meal. see, it’s so sensitive,” jeongguk twisted his fingers to stimulate your bud which had your legs trying to clamp together — your toes curling up.

you bit your lip to not let out any sound, afraid to wake up your in-laws in the guest room. last night, you both might have drifted off and there was quite a symphony of sounds but you sure as hell do not want to scar them anymore. when jeongguk came up on top of you again, you pulled him down — kissing him. he kissed you back with the same fervour, his hand wrapping your neck, deepening the kiss. your tongues lapped, matching with the speed of his fingers scissoring inside your folds.

jeongguk shrugged the cover off of you two as it kept getting caught and restricted movements. once the cover was gone, he held his length at the base, allowing the tip to grind against your folds in a slow motion while the other hand held the panties away from your entrance. yes, this is what he was missing. 

you could feel your breath hitch, your legs vibrated in reaction to his ministrations but wait — they were vibrating a bit too strongly. you reached your hand down to retrieve jeongguk’s phone vibrating to indicate an incoming call. 

your husband stopped at once and took the phone from you, in a plea to take the call.

“hey hey, no work, we just got married,” you kissed him but jeongguk pulled back.

“it’s the precinct, i have to take it,” he took the call and concluded the conversation soon after.

“i thought you took a break.”

“i applied for a vacation but we are short-staffed so i didn’t get one officially. if it was another case, i would have not gone but i have to be there for this drug bust,” jeongguk was at his feet by the end of the sentence, wearing his underwear while his busy hands unbuttoned a fresh shirt.

“are you serious?” you supported your figure on your elbows, raising your top part to gain a better view of his actions.

“mm,” he hummed as he finished buttoning his shirt before throwing on a pair of trousers.

“what about me?”

“what do you mean?” he sat down at the edge of the bed to put his boots on.

you crawled to his side and sat on his lap, as he finished tying the laces, “you are going to leave your newly wedded very-much-naked wife alone? for work?”

jeongguk placed an open-mouthed kiss on your lips before transferring you off his lap to the bed, “i thought you knew i can never be off duty technically.”

“well,” you sighed, bunching up the covers on your body.

“make yourself home, i guess,” he trailed off, checking the case status on his phone.

you watched as your husband walked out the bedroom door, not even a second glance at you and closed it behind him. a few moments later the sound of another door closing let you know that he left the confines of your matrimonial house. so, there’s that. he left you in his home with his parents on the first morning after the wedding.

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evening:

“mr jeon are you headed somewhere?” you asked upon noticing that jeongguk’s father came out of the guest room in a fresh pair of clothes.

“uh yes. my older son’s flight will be landing soon, i was thinking of receiving him at the airport,” the older man smiled at you, buttoning the sleeves of his shirt.

your hands mixing the cake batter (you decided to make cheesecake for dessert) ceased all motion at the mention of an “older son”. jeongguk has an older brother? since when? he never mentioned about a sibling.

“oh, yes, i thought he would join us during the ceremony,” you lied straight through your teeth after regaining your composure.

“no, his flight got delayed due to bad weather,” mr jeon took out his phone, “can you book me one of those internet taxis? uber or whatever it is called.”

“mr jeon, if you don’t mind, can i come along? i can drive us,” you offered nervously. the man scared the shit out of you — a retired army officer with a house decorated with medals. it always felt like he was about to yell at you.

“would you, dear? that would be great. i will wait here while you get ready.”

you debated if you should put in the cake in the oven now or after you come back when mrs jeon came out and relieved you.

“were you preparing dessert? don’t worry, i will look after it. you go with your dad,” she offered, smiling.

“amazing, i will be back in five minutes!” you chirped, wrapping the bowl of batter with a plastic wrap before heading to your new shared bedroom.

getting ready did not take long but finding jeongguk’s keys was impossible. your car was still in your apartment along with most of your stuff and you know that your husband’s old car sits in the garage, but you just cannot find the keys. 

“y/n? it’s been five minutes!” mr jeon’s call rang through your head.

“yessir. i cannot find the car keys, hold on please,” you replied while holding the phone to your ear, waiting for your husband to take the call. it rang and rang but he did not pick up. on your third try, he finally picked up.

“what?” his voice was rushed.

“where are your car keys?”

“you leaving me already? thought you would last at least a year.”

“haha funny, tell me. i need to drive your dad to the airport to pick up your older brother.”

“oh, yeah right. he’s coming,” jeongguk brushed over the fact that he has never mentioned about his brother, like it meant nothing, “my keys are in the wardrobe. it’s in the safe i think. the combination is 1609.”

“and, when will you be back?” you held the phone between your shoulder and ear as you opened the wardrobe and input the combination to the safe lock.

“soon. listen i gotta go, bye.”

he cut the call before you could reply. putting the phone in your pocket, you opened the safe door and saw two pairs of keys. ‘oh well,’ you took both the keys when your hand touched something metal. there was something in the back of the safe. curious, you reached out and brought it out only to realize it is a gun. an actual, real gun.

“fuck fuck fuck,” your hands trembled, and you put the gun back in the safe like it was some slimy disgusting bug.

“y/n?” one more call from mr jeon had you running out.

“sorry, sorry. let’s go!”

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at the airport, you noticed mr jeon walking towards the international flight entrance. the older brother lives abroad? what more is there left to unearth?

the ride back home was quiet mostly, the father-son duo did not talk much after the usual pleasantries. it was awkward, are they sure they are related?

once you guys reached, mrs jeon hugged her son and everyone went inside. you proceeded to park the car when you felt the bumper of the car hitting something. oh fuck. from the rear-view mirror, you saw that the car hit something wrapped underneath a white sheet. you finally parked the car properly before getting off and inspecting what is hiding underneath the sheet. a harley davidson street 750 peeked out from under the dusty sheet — oh right, there were two set of keys that you brought from the safe. once you finished fantasizing your husband riding the motorcycle, you turned your gaze to the bumper, it was crumpled inward where the exhaust of the motorcycle hit the car. you crouched down and pulled it out with all your might and tried your best to make it look unscathed and unscratched.

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after the dinner concluded, mr and mrs jeon went to retire in the guest room while jeongguk’s older brother, jaeyoung helped you to clean up.

“i am sorry, i have to admit but jeongguk never told me he had a big brother,” you confessed sheepishly as he handed you the dirty dishes.

“not surprised. we are not really that close.”

“i seriously would have no issue to postpone the wedding had i known that you were on the way.”

“don’t beat yourself up over it, it’s okay,” he reassured you.

“right,” you smiled, soaking the dishes, “so like are you in california for a job or have you permanently moved there?”

“oh, i moved years ago. see, as you can probably tell, i am nothing like my dad so he did not really care much about spending time with me. he was too much involved in gguk’s life and slowly we drifted apart. man, your husband and i used to be inseparable as kids.”

“no... that’s too bad. why did you guys stop hanging out?”

“well, when he finished middle school, dad put him in the military school because gguk had wanted to be a cop. i mean he was kid, he wanted to be everything at that age but my dad’s chest swelled up with pride the moment he learned his son wanted to be a cop. he thought it was ‘cause gguk wanted to be like him, like he was inspired by him.” jaeyoung scoffed before continuing, “even during middle school, dad used to personally train him and we spent less and less time before he was finally sent off. a year after gguk went away for high school, i also got accepted in UCLA and left. we just lost touch that’s all, never felt like coming back.”

“i bet mr and mrs jeon miss you,” you sighed feeling bad for your brother-in-law.

“well, they visited twice. once for my wedding and then when my first kid was born.”

“you have kids? can i see?” you wiped your hands and walked to the other side of the kitchen aisle as jaeyoung brought out his phone and showed you the pictures of his kids.

“this is the older one, jason. he is ten and my daughter jennie will be six next summer.”

“so adorable,” you beamed as he showed you pictures from when they were kids.

“yeah, surprisingly they both love their uncle gguk. he came to california for some international case and stayed a summer. the kids love that guy.”

“really? man, i wish i could see them.”

“well i would bring them but my parents don’t really approve of my wife.”

“huh, why?”

“apparently, she is too white for them,” jaeyoung shrugged.

“wow, that must hurt. i bet they are happy that you are happy. you have such a beautiful wife and adorable kids.”

“thanks, y/n. it was great talking to you, i guess i will get some sleep.”

“of course. hey, i know it’s not my place but i am so sorry jeongguk hasn’t clocked out of work yet to be here with you.”

jaeyoung chuckled, “hon, if you start apologizing for my brother’s shortcomings, believe me, you won’t ever be able to stop cause there is no end. have a goodnight.”

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it had been barely two minutes that you closed the main door after your in-laws left for busan when the doorbell went off again. you noticed how the sharp sound echoed in the empty walls — proof that you were alone now.

“hi, can i help you?” opening the door, you noticed a man with a dog on a leash.

“hi, you must be mrs jeon. mr jeon asked me to drop off bam.”

“bam?” you stared at him, clueless.

“this good boy right here,” the guy patted the head of the doberman pinscher standing beside him dutifully.

“detective jeon’s dog?”

“yes, the apple of his eye. please don’t be scared, he looks scary but is a sweetheart,” the trainer spoke about his diet after taking the dog off the leash once you were all in the living room. he left shortly after petting the dog one last time.

long after the trainer left, the dog and you kept staring at each other. bam did not look too pleased to find you in his house. he circled you once, sniffed your clothes and sauntered to the couch to sit down at the edge.

once the dog sat down, your body unfroze, and you immediately dialled your husband, “we have a dog???”

“hey baby. bam has arrived? he was at the kennel since we got married. how is my boy?”

“unpleased. i don’t think he likes me.”

“he is still a puppy, he can be moody sometimes. don’t worry about it.”

“jeongguk. you have a dog. a dog you didn’t tell me about it. just like the brother you didn’t tell me about.”

“are you scared of dogs?”

“no! i love dogs. bam looks adorable but it would have been better if you had introduced us slowly so he could get used to me. that’s a doberman... one wrong move and he will have my neck... wait, that’s all beside the point. why the hell don’t you tell me anything?”

“i tell you things all the time.”

“yeah? if you did, i would not have a doberman pinscher glaring me down in my living room one fine afternoon.”

“look, we will talk when i get home, bye.”

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two weeks later:

“jeongguk, i would really appreciate it if you would just talk to me more. tell me things,” you voiced out, changing the pillow covers while your husband was freshening up in the washroom, getting ready for bed.

“i am not a talkative guy, i never was,” he replied casually, after gargling out the toothpaste foam with mouthwash.

“i know but you used to tell me stuff.”

“what do you want to know?” he sighed, walking out of the washroom rubbing his face dry with a towel.

“i don’t know. anything really. i am bored at home.”

“let’s see, mmm, hyung flew out tonight.”

your head snapped up at the statement as your hands stopped midway through pulling the pillowcase on the last pillow.

“what?” jeongguk plopped on the bed, stretching his limbs.

“your brother flew out tonight and you didn’t tell me?” your tone dripped sarcasm.

“yeah i mean, not like you would have gone to the airport to see him off.”

“uhm, y e s, i actually would have. see this is what i am talking about! you don’t tell me shit! you are always off to work while i stay here cooking and cleaning without any information. you come back home at odd hours, and we rarely talk. you eat, we fuck and then you drift off to sleep for barely four-five hours and then off to work again.”

“baby, come here,” jeongguk reached out his hand and tugged you down on him. you lost your footing and fell on his chest, but he caught you effortlessly.

“no! you always do this,” you kept trying to push him away, but he laid you down beside him, his face hovering over yours.

jeongguk leaned down, placing kisses on your lips till you finally gave up and kissed him back, “mm, how do you manage to look so hot all the time?”

“smooth talking isn’t getting you out of anything,” you pried his hand away that had slithered under your dress. 

“come on, i am barely home, let’s not fight,” he trailed kisses down your neck, his hand massaging your breast, his touch was rarely gentle these days.

you sighed, “that’s the whole point. you are never home.”

jeongguk stopped, hung his head low for a few moments before getting off of you, “look, i have a bad headache. let’s just sleep,” he laid back down, resting his head on the pillow.

you turned to him, feeling bad. suddenly it went from him not communicating with your properly to feeling guilty because you could not relieve him from the work stress he probably goes through every day, being the senior detective of the most active precinct in seoul cannot be an easy feat.

“i am sorry for nagging,” you bit your lip, sitting up, “i will get you some aspirin.”

“no, it’s fine. come here,” he pulled you back down again next to him, wrapping his arm around your waist, throwing his leg over your lower body as he got comfortable and closed his eyes.

you watched quietly as his breath evened out and he fell into a slumber. you shifted a bit sideways under his arm to get into a more comfortable position and watched bam walking inside through the half-open bedroom door. you advanced your hand towards him which he licked once before lying down on the floor under your side of the bed. big sleepy baby yawned and went to sleep. you smiled — that dog was literally what kept you busy all day but he is such a well-trained sweet baby that most days you two just laze around on the couch and spent quiet days watching television while he chewed on his toys as you rubbed his back and gave him all the scratches and kisses, he could ever ask for. bam has gone from sniffing you suspiciously to absolutely adoring you. his face lights up when you come back after grocery shopping — poor baby hates being away from you. jeongguk often teases you that you stole his dog.

well that’s what he gets for never being home. 

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“why don’t you consider going back to work?” tanaz asked as she took a sip from the second bottle of beer, one fine evening as you met up in a restaurant nearby to hang out.

“oh god, that’s another conversation. i keep bringing it up that i want to go to work and he keeps brushing it off, saying that he might get leave for a vacation anytime soon,” you replied, playing with the label on the beer bottle.

“doesn’t matter. also, why do you need to ask him before going back to work?”

“not like i am asking for permission... i am just... talking to him so he’s on onboard too.”

“babe, that is asking for permission. since when did you become like this? you guys barely tied the knot like a month ago.”

“three-and-a-half weeks and i don’t know but it’s just this aura about him, i don’t know how to explain it. you would know if you are in his company,” you rolled your eyes when tanaz interrupted with a ‘like i would ever’, “look, i don’t know, okay? i just don’t. but i cannot just do something without him being onboard at least because like, how is that marriage? you gotta communicate.”

“yes, i agree with that.”

“anyways, what’s up with you? what happened to the whole surgeon situation?”

“looks like i am going to have to be his bride.”

“you serious?” you finished peeling off the label, a bad habit when you have a lot of things on your mind — you get too fidgety.

tanaz snatched the destroyed label from you, putting it away wrapped in a tissue to be cleared later on, “yes. i really expected better from my parents. i mean, i never grew up hearing even a single word regarding marriage, they were never like you are a girl so you have to get married early but suddenly, this guy walks in and they cannot stop yapping about him. they literally call him their son-in-law. i am literally sitting there bro, their own daughter.”

you sighed, “i never realized it was that bad. do you want me to talk to them?”

“you can try, i will appreciate that. just don’t mention that you are married or they will get on with the whole ‘omg your friends are getting married too’ bandwagon.”

you deadpanned, “bro, they literally came to my wedding and attended all the marriage ceremonies.”

tanaz face-palmed, “i am not getting out of this alive.”

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three days later:

“gguk, we need to talk,” you exclaimed, breathless after jeongguk let go your lips from a heated make-out session in order to unbutton your shirt.

“don’t cockblock me like this, baby. we can talk later, i ain’t leaving,” jeongguk trailed kisses down your collarbone, his hands unbuttoning every button with ease.

you re-buttoned them after he unbuttoned them, “really? it’s two in the morning and you just came back from work. come morning, it’s monday and you are going to leave for duty by eight. when will we talk?”

jeongguk groaned loudly, his lips detaching from the supple skin of your throat. his head hung low at the crevice of your shoulder before he took a step back, “what is it?” he rolled the sleeves of his sweat-drenched shirt, a bit stained from the coffee he spilled earlier at work. he leaned his weight on the hand placed flat on the kitchen counter, effectively cornering you in your place.

“i keep waiting but your vacation request keeps getting pushed back. i am going to work from tomorrow,” your eyes cowered every now and then as his towered over you.

“am i not earning enough for you? is that it?”

“what? where is that even coming from? i just want to keep busy. i get bored around here.”

he took steps towards you, your feet backing up in tandem till your back latched to the wall, “i work my ass off, sometimes even clocking in more than twelve hours so i can give you everything you want in life, so i can take you on that stupid fucking trip to paris and this is what i get when i come home late at night, clearly tired from working all day?”

“bu-but, look, all i am saying is that you don’t have to do it alone. we can save up together,” there was a desperation in your voice, desperation to get out of that predicament; both physically and emotionally.

“baby,” jeongguk’s features softened, his hand coming down to cup your cheek. if you didn’t know better, you would have flinched at the sudden actions, “i hate coming back to an empty house. if you are gone, i would keep thinking about your safety instead of focusing on work. plus, we have bam. he is smitten to you. wanna leave him all alone in this house all day?”

“we can get a trainer or put him in doggy care,” you mumbled, feeling the back of his fingers caressing your cheek.

“would you be able to do that? leave him off at doggy care? you won’t miss him for a second?” he leaned, resting his forehead gently against yours.

“i would miss him but we both would get used to it,” you tried to reason, looking up at him.

“mm? please, don’t go. i really don’t want to come back to an empty house. i have done it for years but ever since you have walked into this house, i just cannot even imagine that. i swear worrying over you would be the death of me. can you please do this for me? please stay back,” his doe-eyes burned through your eyes — his gaze was not sharp, rather quite gentle, vulnerable even and you have never seen him so vulnerable, so close to you.

being unable to refuse him in such a state, you nodded slowly — earning a kiss on the forehead before he spanked your ass, pushing you towards the shared bedroom.

“go ahead, i will change and join you,” your husband smiled at you, before winking in your direction.

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Shuri U. || Mommy’s girl

Warning • couples quarrel, swearing, bratty ass kid, mentions kid getting injured, parent life

Genre • idk? A little bit of fluff at the end

Pairing • Mom! Shuri x Mom! Black Reader

Wc • 2.2k

"Nina, please stop drawing on the walls!" You yelled after your six-year-old daughter as she dashed through the house with a marker. Her giggles echoed off the walls as she turned the corner, but before she could run any further, she clashed with something, making an oof sound as she hit the floor.

"Woah omncinci (little one)" Shuri chuckled as she picked her up and placed Nina on her hip.

"Look mama." Nina shoved her marker-stained hands into Shuri's face, "I made art!" Shuri laughed as she took her hand in hers.

"How lovely!" She smiled and kissed her on the cheek before dropping her back to the floor and she quickly took off again.

"Shuri, she's still got the-" Shuri handed you the marker she managed to slip from Ninas hands m. You sighed in relief.

"Calm down, usana, she's just having fun," you rolled your eyes, "she's constantly breaking or drawing on something, which is annoying because I have to clean it," she pouted, grabbing you by the hips and pulling you into her.

"Come on, it's not that bad, let her be, she's just a kid," she began to kiss your cheek then trailed down to your collar bone, you weren't feeling it so you gently pushed her away, leaving her with a puzzled expression.

"It's not fair, Shuri; you barely watch her." As if your words had offended her, she took a step back and let you go.

“Excuse me?”

Normally, you don't start arguments with her, but you were becoming fed up. Shuri loves and cares for her family, and she would give you the world if she could, but she sometimes forgets that you also need her home, not in the lab.

"You heard me Shuri, you haven't been home in days, you spend your time in the lab and then end up sleeping at the palace, we need you here with us, Nina needs you," her eyes darken and her brows furrow.

“I work hard for this family and my country so sorry I can’t be here twenty-four fucking seven, I have other concerns too and do not dare blame that on me you asked to move out the palace” you scoff l crossing your arms.

“Because I desired a more intimate home! Something that feels comfortable not with servants and guards around every corner, gossiping about our marriage and excuse me?! other concerns?! When you asked me keep Nina you told me we would be your first priority, that we’d come first!”

“You do come first! You and Nina both come first!”

You both stared at each other with your faces twisted in anger, you rarely argued like this but when you do it was bad, You were both extremely displeased with one another and needed some time alone.

“You know what Shuri I-“

“Mommy? Mama? Why are you two yelling, are you mad?” You quickly wiped your tears of anger off your face before turning to your daughter.

“Mommy’s going out for a while do you wanna come with or do you wanna stay with mama?” With out hesitation she ran over to Shuri which left an aching pain in your chest. She knew no better but of course she’d pick Shuri, she admires her so much.

“Alright well I’ll be back soon” you left a kiss on he cheek before walking in the kitchen to grab your purse. You needed to clear your mind so you hopped in the car and drove to a nearby cafe and called a friend to join.

“Girl she said what?!” You nodded assuring your friend of what you said was true.

"I know it sounds bad and I approached the situation wrong but every time without fail she lets her off the hook, and I'm the one looking like the bad guy. She spent three days in the palace this week and now wants to return home? I've been dealing with Nina's tantrums, drawing on things, and generally making a mess. I know she's a kid, and I love her, but when I try to discipline her, here comes the all-favored Shuri, who lets her have her way."

You friend shakes her head, “mmh mmh mmh you need a break.”

As you were about to speak again, your phone rang; you knew it was Shuri because she'd been blowing up your phone for the past hour, so you took your phone out of your purse.

“Aht!” Megan warned you, slapping your hand away from your purse.

"But, it could be an emergency; maybe I should just go home." Worry replaced guilt; what if Nina was hurt? What if Shuri needed help with her?

"Listen, you're married to the black panther, she can handle a six-year-old, trust me, you have nothing to worry about." Maybe she's right, you shouldn't feel guilty, you should feel relieved.

Megan grinned as she began to stand “You know what let’s go get a massage I know this great place not too far from here.”

Shuri

“Why isn’t she answering?!” I yelled in frustration as I slammed my phone on the table. Since y/n wanted to walk out with an attitude, I had to bring Nina to my lab which was a dreadful mistake. She’s been wreaking havoc on the entire lab, she’s manage to break two projects in the span of one hour… and they were made out of raw vibranium.

“Nina please i need you to sit still for mama ok?” She groaned plopping down on her bean bag chair near my work station, I sighed out of relief finally getting her to sit down.

Some time has passed and I managed to finish fixing my vibranium gauntlets, one of the items she broke. It was feeling a little too quiet for my liking so I went to take peek at Nina and she was gone, panic arose in my chest and that’s when I heard a giggle, damn it.

“Nina, my sweet heart I don’t have time for this please come out” another giggled could be heard before she spoke “you gotta come find me!” Bast she was going to drive me insane. I looked and looked but she was no where to be found, how far could she have gone in my lab?

“My queen she’s under that table” one of my scientists informed me sensing my frustration, as he pointed at the table and finally saw her. She just had to pick the table that was littered in sharp objects.

“Alright omncinci (little one) caught ya now please come from under there before you get hurt” she peeked from under it, looked me in my eye and told me no. I took a deep breath in trying not to loose my cool before speaking “Nina Udaku get from under this table this instant!”

“But mommy plays hid and seek with me!”

“Well mommy’s not here right now so come out now,” she grumbled as she began crawling out before she made it all the way out she let out an ear piercing scream.

“OW MAMA!” Frightened I quickly got on my knees and pulled her from under, “nkosazana (princess) what’s wrong, show me?!”

“Mama my hand, my hand!” She held out her hand to me, and in the palm of her hand a sharp piece of scrap metal was plunged in it, it wasn’t big but it was big enough to hurt her small hands.

“Oh baby come on let’s go fix this” y/n is going to kill me, I thought.

“I want mommy” she gripped onto my shirt with her uninjured hand as she cried, my heart sank.

Y/n

"Doesn't this feel good, girl?" Megan hummed as the masseuse worked on her back; it felt wonderful, but you couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

"I know that look, please tell me you're not thinking about going home," you pouted, realizing how accurate she was. "I'm sorry Meg, but I can't seem to shake this worried feeling, as if something happened, and what's making it worse is that Shuri has stopped blowing up my phone."

Were your girls ok? Should you have walked out like that? What if Nina needs you, what if Shuri needs you? Feeling fed up with the unknown you waved the masseuse away.

"Goddamn it, y/n, when are you going to relax?" Megan followed suit as you both took your robes. She's right, you can't ever relax, but that's part of being a mother; she doesn't have children and has no plans to have any, and you don't blame her; sometimes you even envy her, but you wouldn't trade your little Nina for the world.

"I'm sorry, Meg. I chose to be a mother, which means I have to deal with the consequences; don't get me wrong, I had a good time today, but we can hang out another time," she nodded, sighing.

"Well, tell my little spoiled niece I said hi," you chuckled, grabbing your clothes and purse, "I will."

When you got home, it was strangely quiet; they must have fallen asleep, you reasoned. So, before going to your room, you went into Nina's to check on her, and to your surprise, you found Shuri half asleep with Nina her arms. As you watched them sleep, your face softened.

"She wore you out, didn't she?" Shuri raised her head to look around the room, groaned in a stretch, and nodded.

"You have no idea," you chuckled as you sat on her bed, looking at your little girl and brushing her curls away from her face.

"When she's sleeping, she's so peaceful." Shuri agreed with a chuckle, "yeah when she's sleeping," and you laughed again. You reached for the blanket to cover her shivering body when you noticed her hand was wrapped in a white bandage.

"My baby, Shuri, what happened?" you cried as you lifted her tiny hand. She looked at you, Shuri's face was riddled with guilt "she got injured in the lab- I'm so sorry my love, I should've been watching her." You shook your head, not because you were disappointed with Shuri, but because you understood.

“Don’t worry my love I know. She slips away from you like that” you said snapping your fingers “it’s why I’m always chasing after her” she chuckled feeling relieved.

You kissed Nina’s forehead before getting up, “I think we should leave her to sleep come on” you both softly slid off Nina’s bed and quickly left shutting out the light.

“Look I’m sorry for what I said today you aren’t a bad mom” you reassured Shuri taking her hands to kiss the back of them, she smiled at your action.

“I know my love, and I deeply sorry too. You are also a great mother and now I understand why you’re so frustrated all the time. She’s a handful and I leave you to deal with it” you both sat at the edge of your shared bed feeling guilty about the words you spoke to each other in a time of anger.

You sigh looking down at your freshly painted toes “I was only feeling jealous that’s all.” Shuri’s head tilted in confusion at your bleak confession.

“Jealous? Of what my love? Nina adores you” you shook your head.

“No she adores you, you’re all she talks about, you’re like a hero to her, she wants to become a great scientist and super hero just like you she’s even working a project- which I wasn’t suppose to tell you about it” you remember as you made an oops face, Shuri chuckled pulling you into her lap.

“No you should’ve seen her today, you’re all she talked about ‘me and mommy bake cookies together, me and mommy play hide and seek, me and mommy watch vampire shows together, me and mommy paint together” you laughed a little too loud as she mimics your daughter “to be frank I was starting to become jealous, listening to her I felt like I was missing out a lot.”

You frown realizing something, Nina doesn’t need one parent at a time she needs both of you “I think we should start having designated family day,” Shuri nodded agreeing.

“Mommy you’re home?” You both turn to see your bedroom door open with little Nina standing there holding her blanket close to her chest. She cutely rubbed her eyes with a pout running over to you “I missed you mommy” She reached her hands up to you and you lifted her off the floor.

“Look mommy I have a scar just like mama, it hurt though” she raise her right hand to show you her bandaged hand.

“Awee my little brave girl” you kissed her palm and she giggle.

“Can I sleep in here tonight I miss both of you?” she asked as she crawled to head of you bed pulling the covers back so she could scoot under, you and Shuri chuckle as you watch her.

“Maybe one more won’t hurt,” Shuri looks at you with a hopeful face but you stare her in her eyes muttering a “no.” She sucks her teeth getting up “and you wonder where she gets her attitude from?”

“Hmm?!”

“Nothing.”

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12 Year Old Copia, 1988. Name his rat. (I picked Ratthias)

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Plus Bonus Copia & Family Excerpt after the cut!

1986

Primo was usually in good spirits, whether tending to the Ministry gardens or to the needs of his younger brothers. There were some days, however, especially if it had rained for several days before, that the entire clergy could feel Primo’s heart fall. Primo had always been a go-getter and an upstanding member of the community since his return as an adult over a decade prior. But there was always something eating at him. Some mud that, no matter how hard he dug or clawed, would slowly sink him down into a pit of despair.

It was April, and after a long string of rainy days. Nihil’s two remaining sons and little Copia sat in the common room, winding down from an uneventful day with an equally uneventful evening. Copia observed Primo from his place coloring in a sketchbook on the carpet. Primo was lying on the couch and staring upwards, glassy eyed, a hand across his chest. Lost in thought. The darkness in his heart once again dragging him down.

Copia jogged over to Secundo who was smoking and reading at his favorite bench at the window. The boy tugged at Secundo’s sleeve, frowning and huffing.

“Use your words, Copia,” muttered Secundo.

Copia shook his head and gestured over to Primo slumped on the couch. He flapped his arms. “Can't. Ruin the surprise,” the boy whispered. “Do the thing. Come on. Please.”

Secundo glanced at his older brother and grunted, getting up from his seat. He walked over to the piano, stubbing his cigarette into the ashtray on the top. He stretched his fingers and began to play a sad, remorseful song, Beethoven’s Für Elise. The most Secundo ever moved or emoted was as he played a piece— swaying his body, hunching his shoulders, softening his eyebrows. Primo sighed as the melody dragged across the air, filling the space like a gathering raincloud. Copia shifted into position near Primo, his eyes darting over to his other brother, waiting for the cue.

At some point the tempo imperceptibly increased, the music now a different complexity… a shimmering, iconic disco tune. Copia marched out to face Primo, waving his arms, scream-singing at the top of his lungs.

“ DANCING QUEEN! YOUNG AND SWEET ONLY SEVENTEEN!” Copia twirled around on his toe landing into a comical knee bend that was only possible for youngsters. He waved his arms around, staring into Primo, pointing his finger at his adoptive brother. “ You can daaaance! You can jiii-ive! Having the time of your liiiiiife ooh-oooh-ooh!”

Primo stared at him, his eyes still tired and hollow. The corner of his mouth twitched.

“See that giiiirl! Watch that scene! DIGGING THE DANCING QUEEEEEEN!” The boy Copia wiggled his hips and nearly crabwalked across the rug.

As if tugged by a string Primo’s lips jerked into a small smile. He struggled with his face but his expression at last expanded into a full grin. Copia grinned back, jumping into his arms. “You're absolutely ridiculous—oof!” said Primo, bringing his arms around the boy. “You're getting too big to be in my lap these days.”

Copia rested his head on Primo’s shoulder, bringing his arm around him. “Nuh-uh.” He looked over to Secundo, who had relaxed Dancing Queen into a sarcastically soft piano bar improvisation.

“And how are your lessons going?” Primo asked Copia. Secundo caught his eye and stoically nodded his approval.

“Good,” said Copia. “Secundo says if you can change any sad song into Dancing Queen, you're a pretty good musician.”

Primo kissed the top of the boy’s head, patting his shoulder. “I suppose that's the right attitude.”

Copia watched his adoptive brother’s smile fade into a wistful expression, the clouds in his eyes falling away, at least for a little while.

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König x Gn!reader smut

18+

Part 2

Y/n once again waited for the buzzer. This time konig charged after them, but y/n skillfully dodged him. He could be heard cursing in German before spinning around and glaring at y/n though his mask, running at them again and diving for them, catching their ankle. Y/b fell to the ground with a loud “oof!” But before konig could get on top of them they turned around quickly, prepared to behind kicking or doing what they needed to be the one on top. Konig walked over and stood over them, his eyes were half lidded as he looked at them “you aren’t so tough now, huh?” He asked in his usually stern, cold tone. Y/n swallowed, their pinks turning a damning shade of red. As konig leaned down to pin them and claim his victory, y/n grabbed his arms and pulled him fully on top of them. Konig was now between their legs, his hands had fallen beside y/no’s head to steady himself as their lips crashed into each other. Konigs eyes flew open and he froze for a second before melting into the kiss, kissing back with a furious hunger that could only be satisfied by y/n’s lips. Y/N opened their mouth into the kiss and so did konig, he also moaned into the kiss a little, drawing his hand up their shirt. Y/n pulled away and looked him in the eyes “does me pinning you down and and tossing you about turn you on?” They asked abruptly, slowly sitting up and looking down at konig, he suddenly looked so small. They looked down at konig, whose hard dick was pressed clearly to the front of his pants. “We have this entire arena to ourselves for the day…who’s to say we can’t have a little fun with it…” they said, pushing konig down to the floor. Once konig was on his back he gulped, his face was burning under his mask. “I’d love that” he said, waiting for y/n’s next move. Y/n got on top of konig, leaning down and lifting his mask just a little so they could kiss and bite down his neck. With each bite konig began to let out a whine, his cock twitched in his jeans. Y/n hid their smirk as they began to Leah hickies up and down his neck before pausing. “Beg for what you want.” They demanded, staring down at the masked man. Konig huffed a little “p-please…” he said, his voice quiet and weak. “Please what?” They demanded again. “Please fuck me” konig said, finally looking y/n in the eyes. “Much better.” They said, leaning down and lifting his shirt to kiss his muscles, following a line down to his v-line which they also kissed and left hickies on. Konig began to get impatient, almost uncontrollably thrusting his hips a little, trying to get some sort of friction. Y/n flared up at him, stopping the making of another hickey right above his belt. They forcefully pushed his hips down, holding them in place. He whimpered, gazing at them “I’m sorry..” he apologized, trying to keep himself under control “I’ll be g-good” he said. Y/n chuckled “you better.” They said, almost daring him to move again. They let go of his hips and unbuckled his belt, slowly sliding his pants and boxers down. His long hard cock sprung out, precum already leaking from the tip. Konig gasped at the feeling of cool air hitting his hot erection. Y/n hid a smile as they wrapped their hand around his dick, causing konig to moan a little, he struggled to keep himself from thrusting into their hand. Y/n noticed this and looked at him “fuck my hand.” They commanded. “W-what?” Konig questioned in response. “You heard me. Fuck my hand.” They commanded once more. Konig nodded and sat himself up a little, pushing his hips up and down into y/n’s hand, his precum acting as a lubricant. He whined and started panting as he fucked their hand desperately, staring at where his cock and their hand met and biting his lip so hard he thought it might bleed. Y/n reached down into their own pants and began to toy with their self, the sight of konig groaning and whining while basically jerking himself off using their body drove them wild. Y/n began to moan a little, just to turn on konig even more. The more y/n fucked their self, the more their hand tightened around konigs dick which drove him wild.

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The charisk rant

Yes it is hard to explicitly describe it as romantic, though I do ship them… interesting how that works. Maybe it’s because they’re just kids. Maybe its because of the logistics. There is a feeling there so intimate that it can’t be described as anything but love, but is maybe a love outside of the archetypal bounds.

They occupy the same SOUL, essentially. Chara has no physical presence. There is no way frisk can actually hug or kiss them, or introduce them to Toriel, or go on dates that mean anything, even as they grow older, which is the reason why I describe it as “two people who really are in love with each other, but aren’t in a relationship in any solid way”

At the same time Chara is always there. They can move Frisk’s body around. They can move one of Frisk’s hands, to lovingly pet their hair and both of them feel that, at the same time, in the same hand. They can read every thought and feeling frisk has, and whatever happened in the underground and after (counting resets if you so desire) has left both with a trust so deep (as they are completely exposed to each other—Frisk can read Chara’s every thought and feeling, too) that both can comment on each other’s thoughts and feelings without shame or remorse.

Two beings, one body, with the complexities that entails? You can think of it like a fucked up Steven universe fusion if it helps

Frisk can sometimes see Chara in mirrors or glass or other reflections, but no one else can. They can also converse telepathically, Frisk hears Chara’s voice (though no one else can, either). Frisk can relinquish control of parts of themself to Chara entirely, and trusts them enough to do it sometimes, like lending them a hand so Chara can draw. They can pick a hand each, and to an outsider it looks like Frisk is making two drawings at the same time, each with a hand. Which understandably looks weird as hell, and it is something they have to be careful with around others. Frisk has also kept their mastery of a poker face because often, at the same time they are physically conversing with someone, Chara has opinions about the happenings lol

Bear in mind that despite the fact they are kids, I see them both as very parentalised/adultified children. It is implied Chara went to Ebbott to jump to their death, and Frisk just kinda fucked off to Ebbott and no one went after them which,.. oof.. so they speak to each other on more complicated terms than initially expected from a pair of kids… both aspects of this soul compliment and oppose each other like Frisk’s staunch pacifism and general positive outlook on people, and they soothe Chara’s trauma and confusion like a cold compress on a burn… at the same time Frisk never really feels truly alone. Be it because of their monster family but even outside of that. Even outside of the “good ending”. What will stay with them through every reset (though I like to think of the one linear true pacifist timeline mostly) and the rest of their life is Chara. Remembering too. Always being there open and honest and sad and vulnerable and even funny too

Is this very unrealistic? Yeah! It’s meant to be like a love story with a ghost… Frisk would never admit to anyone that their crush is something real that has a name and history and evidence of their existence and is in them, they would just show persistent indifferent to romance with anyone else. Toriel could NEVER know because it would destroy her. Chara is just, there. And Chara is Okay with being there, too tired of life and its complications, content with this arrangement where they have a best friend and companion and experience the world at a distance where it can’t break them.

Though since Chara is a separate individual I can imagine them teasing and joking with each other and Frisk just kinda laughs on their own someones when alone because Chara said something funny or can be annoying or Chara can be determined enough to grab one of their hands and give their head a light smack (the trust is there for Chara to just take over anything at any time…)

Sorry if this is a bit rambly, the core concepts here are Two People One Body, and “what if you really loved someone and they are real, but no one else can see them because they exist within you as a spiritual force? What if they also loved you back?” It’s hard to explain without it sounding strange but well. Thank you for the ask by the way- im really happy people find this interesting :’)

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Cursed or Not

Not Natural ✨ The Devil's Trap ✨ Holy Water ✨ The Demon's Altar ✨ Midnight Meeting ✨ The Hunter's Trap ✨ Sharp Secrets and Bloody Blades ✨ A Hunter's Beast Tamed ✨ No Chick Flick Moments ✨ Witches, Bitches, and Beasts

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: SPN inspired, ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats), demon Kells, hunter Dom, stripping, magic, desperation, panty gagging, cunnilingus, rough sex, aggressive sex (seriously guys- ouch!), spanking, bruising, biting, insults, threats, Kells is FILTHY, naughty boys, I can not stress enough this is pure smut with a tad fluff if you squint, body worship, so much teasing, heavy d/s undertones, rough hand job, nipple play, unnatural speed, terrible Pollock reference, nervous boys, boys not so secretly in love ⚰️ rating: explicit af

One snap and Dom's shirt was gone. The cool air hit his overheated skin and he whimpered. He was almost tempted to crawl away as the other man came closer, stalking up the bed like some jungle cat. A second snap and his shoes and socks vanished. A tap to his ankle and his pants were gone. Kells pushed up on his knees and toed off his own Converse, his palms rubbing down his inked chest before he played with the button of his black pants. The Hunter's breath was coming faster and faster and the thin cloth between his legs was so drenched in slick he thought they might be ruined.

"Gonna dirty dance for me?" He tried to joke but he almost wanted to beg the universe that he wouldn't. He'd basically just realized he truly had ovaries and if Keliphos moved like that just for him he was positive they'd explode.

Kells bit the inside of his cheek not to cackle at his omega's thoughts but it was a hard one to swallow and then it hit him he was trying not to hide anything anymore. "I promise if that happens I'll heal you."

"I bloody well knew it!" Dom huffed, but he wanted to reward his lover for his honesty. Instead of waiting for Kells to magic his boxers away he pushed them down himself, wriggling free of them before he tossed them at his face. Kells growled low, catching the fabric between his teeth and sucking at the mess. He got so distracted by the perfect flavor of his boy that he jumped when Dom started helping him out of his jeans. The human was fast and fumbling but the eagerness drove the devil wild.

"Yeah yeah." He slurred around his mouthful and Dom huffed before tugging his boxers free.

"If you want a taste you can 'ave one, but get naked for me?" He barely got the words out before fingers were gripping his thighs and tugging until he fell flat on the bed. A soft 'oof' escaped him as his spine hit the mattress but he felt enraptured as he watched his man finish undressing. The monster's dick was so red and it looked achingly hard as it hung heavy between his lithe strong legs. The beast was coming for him again but something inside him had him rolling over and pulling his legs up under his belly until his ass was up in the air.

"Oh holy fucking shit fuck- what are you doing?" Kells growled so low his throat hurt. Maybe it wasn't completely healed from before. He dropped himself closer to the bed until he was eye level with his boy's beautiful pink drenched holes. "Do you even know?" He wondered, inching closer. Dom's scent was so fucking thick he was surprised there weren't visible whisps of it drawing him in like some old cartoon. It certainly felt like it was grabbing him by the balls. Dom's thighs spread open until his cockhead was kissing the mattress. He was so hard his foreskin was rolled back and he was leaking a puddle of precum on the ratty sheets. Snap- the fabric underneath them was soft. Egyptian cotton. Black. Of course. "I want to see the stains you leave."

"Oh fuck-" The boy groaned, resting his cheek against the pillow under him and biting it gently. "Keliphos, please?" A hand came down on his ass so hard he cried out, his hips rolling as if he were already getting fucked.

Kells choked on nothing at the sound of his name on his bitch's pillow perfect lips. It didn't sound like the curse it was coming from him. It was supposed to mean a hollow and empty shell but from Dom it sounded like he was something special to be filled with love. Or… whatever the human wanted to put into him. He crawled closer, fitting himself between Dom's long slender feet and he pressed a kiss to his bright red cheek. When his lover shivered he scraped his teeth over the pulsing skin and let his mouth search out his elixir of life dripping between quivering folds. He flattened his tongue and swiped slowly from balls to tailbone and the boy melted into the bed like liquid gold. He was certainly precious.

"Wha' am I doing?" Dom asked. He couldn't help but be curious even when his brain was melting out of his skull. His fingers gripped at the sheet and twisted, he was trying not to reach back and drag the wanker up and inside him. It didn't go very well when he tried to help before. "Don't make me- like- like 'is yet please? You too close." He whimpered softly. He didn't want to admit it out loud but he knew the devil was listening. He wasn't used to all of this yet and he knew he'd be embarrassed to orgasm directly in his face.

"Shut the fuck up. You kidding me? I'd love to make you squirt for me. Shower me in it. Fucking drown me in it babe. Wanna feel you go wild."

"Kells oh me God no, fuck- Tha' word?" The boy full body flushed and giggled nervously against the pillow. The beast could feel the truth in his body though, his pussy dripped honesty like honey for what turned him on. Got him hot and desperate and aching.

"Such a good bitch presenting for me. I get it, you'd rather squirt on my dick, yeah?" His voice was barely more than a rasp, his cock in question was pounding. They both knew he was giving Dom an out but at the same time he wasn't sure he could wait that long to hollow out his space inside him again.

"Presents?"

Kells snorted and unglamorously choked on his boy's slick but Dom was so worked up he didn't care. His fingers groped rough at the human's thighs and he shoved his tongue as deeply inside his core as he could before pulling back. "No but… if you want. Presenting-" He reiterated as he crawled up over his omega and pressed himself chest to spine. He tangled one hand in Dom's hair and tugged gently. "-is how you're sticking that pretty ass and tight little cunt out for me like a special treat. The way you're curled up and offering me all the power." He purred, licking a stripe across the kid's shoulder, up his neck, and over his jaw. Dom shuddered and whined so sweet, grinding his ass back. He was definitely searching out Keliphos but the demon took a moment to breathe him in.

"Please?" Dom was trying, he wanted to open up to things he hadn't been able to do before. He had trouble begging, he found it impossible to give up his power or be sweet, this was all new for him but Kells had lowered his walls for him so it was only fair. "Wanna-" He slurred, hiding his face against the pillow though he knew his cheeks were as pink as his ass when he whimpered out- "Wanna squirt on ya cock."

The noise that left the demon's chest was primal but that was probably the kid's point. "Yeah you do." His voice was gravel but he got it almost working as he curled a palm around his dick and started pressing inside his lover. His crown caught against the Hunter's hole when he thrust too soon and slipped up, grinding against Dom's ass hard enough he almost dipped inside. They both froze, shuddering together, but the kid wiggled as if he wasn't sure whether to buck back or pull away. "Fuck- soon but not yet." The devil tried to soothe as he angled his dick down.

Dom nodded fast, a puddle of drool, sweat, and probably even tears wiping across his face. "Wha'ever ya say. Need yas!" He whined, trying to abandon all reticence. There was a heat in his belly and a need burning through his veins that couldn't be quenched until he felt full again. He just knew it.

Keliphos groaned, he could already feel his omega's thoughts quieting and he couldn't wait to feel him blissed out again. He gripped the base of his cock tighter and stroked up until he was teasing the head of himself through his lover's folds. With every tease the boy tried to slur out a beg but he kept playing. Maybe he was scared to lose parts of himself inside the first true warmth he ever felt welcomed inside. Especially after tearing himself open for the kid. "So fucking wet-" His voice dropped somehow lower and his partner answered by trying to fuck back. "Bad boys don't get treats."

"Bad demons get surprise 'oly water blowjobs. Fuck me already." Dom didn't mean to get bratty but it was hard not to. He wasn't used to giving up his control.

"Mmm, kinky bitch. See that's where you seem confused…" He trailed off, holding himself tight to feed just the tip of himself inside the boy before he pulled back out. He relished every broken noise his punk cried. "I'm into that shit."

Dom would have rolled his eyes but he was too lost already. His skull felt like cotton and his brain a sparkling soft mess. He wanted to say he'd file that away for future reference but instead he just mumbled another beg and tried to bounce on his beast's dick. A thought struck him and he knew it was a gamble but if it worked it would be so bloody worth it.

Kells felt his boy working up to something, his jelly-like mind was circling one word but he knew he wouldn't say it. All of this was far too new. Instead of waiting to see what might slip out of his mouth he went back to his game, pushing in until his mushroom tip caught and just to make his bitch blush he circled himself until they squelched.

"Keliphos!" The Hunter flushed even hotter, his palm slapping down on the bed. He could hear the creature chuckle and it caressed over his skin like silk.

"Just wait until I-" He growled low, pulling himself free of Dom's core but he kept the head of himself pressed hard against the kid's skin as he traced precum up over his asshole. "-fuck all of you sloppy open. You'll make such pretty noises for me." He vowed but he didn't know how much more he could tease before he broke too. The omega felt too good not to be buried deep. Always.

Dom waited until his devil was back against his pussy before he uttered one simple word- "Alpha?"

The nephalem's hips jerked rough, his cock breaching the boy's core and hitting home in one quick thrust. The vise-like squeeze was so intense he cursed from the pressure. Dom cried out, his body convulsing like a stripped live wire. The pain was overwhelming but in the most delicious way. He could feel his inner walls pulsing, his guts trying to fit the monster inside. He was quite sure his insides were bruised up. It shouldn't be so hot but the thought of being marked up from the inside out by his devil was intoxicating.

"Dangerous game." Kells snarled, setting his teeth against the kid's pale freckled shoulder. "So fucking human. Can feel your heart in your cunt." He slurred against hot skin and Dom whimpered below him.

"Alpha please?" He wasn't ready for the slap against his hips or the monster strength grip that followed. He tried to take a breath but he couldn't prepare for the way the devil's rock hard cock felt when he slid back and pounded him deep. Nails dug into his skin, blood dripped softly down his trembling thighs to get lost in the black sheets. They bathed in crimson already- Kells wanted to turn the darkness white.

"Say it-" The nephalem grunted between stuttered rough thrusts. Maybe neither of them were ready but fuck- it felt amazing. Perhaps he was an angel because he was certain he was seeing heaven. He sat up enough he could kneel behind the boy and watch where they were joined. The sight of his straining red shaft being swallowed by shiny sweet pink had him shaking. The Hunter's pussy matched his mouth and he couldn't wait to see himself there too.

Dom felt his ass jiggle with every sharp snap of his lover's hips. He knew he was drenched wet and leaking fresh with every move. He felt both wild and calmer than he'd ever been. He felt something he never had before- safe. "Alpha?" He wasn't used to following orders but that was a favor he could grant. Every time he whined it he could feel the devil's dick jerk inside him. The beast was close already and Dom wanted every drop of his spend.

Kells slid his hand under the boy, his fingers teasing against Dom's cock and balls. He wasn't gentle, he couldn't be, but he was closer than he wanted to be and he needed his lover on the same edge. "Again." He demanded, his voice as deep as his shaft. He could already feel his knot threatening to pop, half full and forcing its way inside.

Dom clawed at the sheets, he was overstimulated to the point of too much- just there. It wasn't pain but it was dancing close. He was surprised how much he trusted his man to take him there and keep him safe. "A-al-alphaaa-" He whined long and loud.

Every time the punk called him that it pushed him even closer. He could feel his lover's mind quiet in the rush of hormones drowning them both. It wasn't like either of them could hear themselves think over the noises their bodies made echoing off the walls. "A-a- fuck!" Kells cursed when he tried to ask for it again but he couldn't get anything out besides that. Curses were easy, praise was hard.

Dom felt the devil's palm slide back up his body. His cock fell sloppy wet against the sheet to mess it more. He felt filthy as his partner flattened his hand against his chest and pulled him up until he was sitting in his lap, impaled somehow deeper. He tried to find traction against the mattress to help but Keliphos gripped under his thighs and lifted him like he was nothing. He moved so fast the room became a blur around them and he couldn't tell one thrust from another. His voice wouldn't work past his grunts and cries so instead he thought the title as loudly as he could and he turned his face up to his monster and mouthed wet kisses along his skin.

Kells felt the bite on in his neck and he jerked hard, slamming the boy on his cock. He felt himself filling fuller by the second, his balls tight, his need right on the brink. He stared over Dom's shoulder and watched his dick bounce, droplets of precum making the bed a Jackson Pollock of pleasure. The human panted and suckled loudly in his ear but he finally pushed one more word out. "Cum."

The omega's soul felt the command and he had to unlatch to scream. His rapture rushed through him like a shotgun blast- hard, fast, and incredibly messy. He knew he was doing exactly as his man wanted, his pussy clenching tight as he flooded the bed. He tried to hold on but they were covered in sweat and he couldn't find a spot to grip. The demon kept him off kilter, completely owned.

Kells watched rapt as the human came alive and their minds were so entangled he felt the rush of hormones as if they were his own. Cumming always felt good but it was different for a human and his own mind got lost inside the boy's. Distantly he felt his knot catch, locking him inside his bitch as his tip twitched the first load inside his womb. He could barely focus as his thoughts were drowned out by chemicals he'd never felt before.

They moved through their pleasure, the push-pull-grind of their bodies following their desire but everything inside felt bright. Light. They were locked together in more ways than one and if Dom listened he was almost positive the devil was crying.

They fell forward, Kells driving himself deeper as he wrapped the kid tight in his hold. Their hips rolled, wringing out every drop they could spill together until Dom's belly was swollen with it. The human turned his face, panting and gasping for breath but they held each other through it. Both were thankful they couldn't really speak, oxytocin might have them whispering sweet nothings that meant everything.

Keliphos wasn't sure how long they laid like that but eventually he turned them on their sides to let the boy breathe. Sweat and cum was drying on their skin and sticking them together. He was slowly coming down from the rush but something felt altered inside him. He couldn't feel emotions like people could but now he couldn't make them go away.

"You good Kells?" Dom sighed, keeping his head down. He pulled his lover's hand up to play softly with his fingers though. It was a way to let him know he was there without overwhelming him he hoped.

"I don't know." It was muffled and almost childlike, whispered against wet freckled skin and it made the Hunter's heart skip a beat.

"Tha's alright. I dunno neiver."

The devil cleared his throat and tried to shake it off. There were cobwebs of emotion stuck on the walls of his mind though and he couldn't help but ask- "Are we okay?"

"Wha' ya mean?" The boy asked softly, looking over his shoulder to try and make eye contact.

Keliphos tightened his hold around the kid's chest, his fingers absent-mindedly teasing over his petal pink nipples. He tried to let the subtle clench around his cock from his play distract him, his omega was sensitive and beautifully reactive. "All I said. That I'm not… I'm not made right." He shrugged.

Dom took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh, he wanted to pull off and turn around but there was no possible way. His alpha's knot was keeping him plugged full but even a mild tug would hurt them both. "I'd raver 'ave you Keliphos. Cursed or not. It ain't like tha' was summat I ever fhought about." He lied. He was sure the beast knew he was but the first part was true and he hoped that was enough. "Besides, 'unters don't need families. I jus' need you."

The nephalem felt the ache in his chest lessen and he nodded as he held the boy closer. They weren't cuddling- of course not. They just had to lay that way because of his knot. Part of him hated that he'd gone so soft after such an intense fuck but his lover didn't seem upset. "You never know. It works for some of them." He hummed, it wasn't like he thought the kid would always want to be with him. Forever was different for a devil, he didn't want to try and tie his lover down more than his dick was. He just needed to make the voice in his head shut up that really wanted to keep him and join them forever. It was fine. It was just the fuzzy chemicals.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤

Another post too soon, maybe I can let myself rest tomorrow. I hope you enjoyed it and it was worth the smutty cliffhanger yesterday! How is Kells feeling Dom's chemicals? Why is he so scared of being with him even after opening up? What will they do next? Keep reading to find out! 🖤⚰️

[delightfulcollectivetyphoon]

YOU TAKE REQS YIPPIE!! How about some really kinky shit about Dave being a vampire and eating you out while on your period🥹👉👈

thx for the req!! oof period sex is so hot idk why but sjfnbdosf

currently writing this on my period so....

current!dave mustaine x fem!reader

cws: vampire dave, light bondage (handcuffs), praise, some fluff, afetrcare

omfg im not even a huge dave fan but something about this pic got me going feral

He smirked at you as the key to your restraints flew across the room, landing precariously on the open vent. You gasped as the key danced over the grate before finally falling in between the slots. The only key to your handcuffs. Gone. You looked at him with nothing short of fear.

"You look like you've seen a ghost!" He laughed.

More like a vampire.

"Fuck you!"

"Aww, someone's pissed."

He knelt onto the sheets, grabbing your thighs before tugging, sliding you towards him. You tried your best to close your legs, fighting against his hands. Nothing, and I mean, nothing was going to stop him from feeding. His favorite thing in the world was the sight of you bound, writhing, and bleeding. His second favorite thing being the flavor of cum mixed with blood, which he knew he could have unlimited amounts of for a straight week, making for a very happy but very exhausted you. He started just below your navel, dragging his fangs slowly across your skin. Goosebumps followed his teeth, hair standing on end. You struggled against your restraints, knowing what was coming. He would eat you out for hours, overstimulating you, sometimes making you pass out. He couldn't help it; he loved your taste. You whimpered as his tongue barely touched your clit. He nearly moaned as he got his first taste of you for what felt like years; your last period had skipped because of your new medication. He immediately latched onto your clit, sucking as hard as he could. Given no time to adjust, you screamed.

"Fuuck! Dave- please!"

He paid no mind to you as he set to work, making you cum as fast as he possibly could. Two fingers found their way to your hole, working their way in inch by inch. He tilted his head slightly so his fangs would graze your clit, something he knew you loved. You thrashed, already feeling dizzy. You hadn't even cum yet, and it took all your energy to remain conscious, he had been starved for 2 whole months, and he intended on making up for lost time. Once he had licked your pussy clean, his tongue made its way inside you, lapping up whatever he could. You shook as you felt your first orgasm approach, begging him to slow down.

"Please! I-can't...take it! 'S too much!" you screamed.

He came up for air for the first time in ten minutes, barely gasping.

"You can take it, you always do. Be a good girl and cum." He stared right into your heavy eyes, blood and arousal mixing on his chin and lips.

He scissored his fingers, curling them right at your g-spot, making you cum instantly. You squirted as he continued finger fucking you. Your screams and moans drowned out his praise as he talked you through it, leaning forward to bit down on your neck, barely enough to draw blood. He licked at your puncture wounds before returning to your core. The night continued on, his incessant tongue and fingers bringing you over the edge so many times you were long gone before he finally pulled away and wrenched your cuffs apart. You stirred as you felt a cloth against your center, cringing as your overstimulated cunt twitched at the contact.

A hand brushed the hair out of your face before laying a blood-soaked kiss on your lips, his way of thanking you. After you had been bathed, watered, fed, and clothed, you lay on the bed, watching tv while Dave slept, using your stomach as a pillow, his arms wrapped around you. Your eyes grew heavy as the tv flashed before you, and you fell asleep as your hand mussed his hair, making him smile in his sleep.

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hope i did the req justice; ive never written vampire smut before!

[ladylooch]

I’m rereading your Timo’s series and I’m curious if Timo ever got insecure. I know he’s possessive and confident being with Emma but does he ever feel insecure about Emma getting some attention from other men. ( maybe pre babies or even after having the babies)

I have a hard time imagining Timo being insecure about other men in most situations. However, I think we have seen this before, and the theme continues in different ways until Emma is done working. But when she is dropping everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, to support her clients, Timo feels like an afterthought. Pair that with a male client who makes more money than him and we have this… 

There is a time when Emma is working with a high-profile, famous Swiss bachelor on an event in their home country. She is spending a lot of time in New York, where the man does his international business, and flies with him on his private jet back to Switzerland to coordinate venue details, multiple times.

Timo supports Emma fully in her work, but her jetting off “alone” with this guy and his posse is not something he enjoys. 

In their master closet, Emma scans her professional clothes, trying to decide what she is going to pack. Lio is down for the night. Timo leans against the dresser in the middle of the room, looking down at the white, wood top. 

“You want me to bring you anything back from home? Nico gave me a list.” Emma glances over her shoulder at her quiet husband. Timo shakes his head no, continuing to draw circles with his finger tips. Emma pauses from packing. He appears down and sulky. 

“No. I don’t need anything.” He finally responds. His blue eyes reach hers. “When are you coming home again?” Emma’s lips twitch at the word home. Jersey has really become home to her the last few years.  

“Early Sunday.” Timo nods. “We will have a few days together.” She assures him. Timo tries to hide his eye roll by looking away, then straightens. 

“Thanks for giving me a few days, babe.” He tosses over his shoulder as he leaves the closet. Emma stares at his retreating back. Slowly, she follows him. He lays back in their bed with the remote in his hand. 

“Can we talk like adults instead of like snarky teenagers?” 

“About how some other dude gets dibs on you? Sure, baby.” He sucks his cheeks in, clicking through their various streaming apps while avoiding her gaze.

Without responding, Emma goes back into the closet to finish packing. She knows better than to continue this now. She feels defensive; Timo is agitate- it’s the worst combination for them. The quiet rumbling of the TV reaches her ears most of the time in the closet. She hears it click off eventually and Timo goes into their bathroom to rinse off before bed. 

In the meantime, Emma finishes packing and changes into her pajamas. Timo walks into the closet, a towel tucked together low on his hips. She bites her lip when he drops it to pull on new boxer briefs. The thick waist band slaps his taut skin when they are in place. He moves behind Emma, grabbing her hips to gently place her out of his path. As he releases her, Emma grabs his wrist to stop him.

“I’ll stay if you want me to.” Her brown eyes are sad and anxious. 

“Then what?” Timo asks. “You’re mad at me the whole time because I’m controlling your work?” Emma chews her inner cheek. Oof. Fair.  “I can’t win in this situation, Em. And I don’t want to fight with you when you’re leaving early tomorrow.” He kisses her cheek, then keeps moving towards his t-shirts. He flips through them, then grabs a grey Devils one. He puts it over his head in one quick motion.

“You’re right.” She sighs heavily. She walks towards him, putting her hands on his back. He turns to catch her crashing into his chest. She burrows in deep as his thick arms hold her in place. “Babe, I love you so much.” She speaks into his chest, nose scrunching into his sternum. She feels his lips hit the top of her head.

“I love you too, baby.” He murmurs, but it’s sad. Emma tilts her face up to look at him. She immediately decides she is not going. She can see how badly he is struggling with her going again in this setting. Rhea can do the final walk through. Emma had only wanted to handle this because of the price tag involved.

“I’m going to stay here. This is where I am needed.” Timo’s tongue moves between his teeth and top lip. He is unconvinced. “I’m deciding. Not you.” She works her hands under his t-shirt to press her fingerprints into his bare, lower back. Timo’s blue eyes watch her intently, a million thoughts seem to flash there, but he nods. 

“Thank you. I need that, but I didn’t know how to say it to you.” 

“I know you, T.” Emma responds as her fingers dip into the underwear he just put on. “Now strip.” She smirks, pushing the fabric down. It settles at his ankles as Timo laughs.

“Those are not your “fuck me” pajamas.” He notes, untying the tie of her pants.

“I can put those on if you’d like…” Emma steps back, out of his grasp. Timo greedily gathers her up again, easily hoisting her into his arms.

“In about two seconds, it’s not gonna matter, babe.”