#like if i was getting doors slammed in my face every day that probably wouldn't be great but as it is

[pinkynana]

am i the asshole for being possessive about my childhood friend's virginity?

Summary: It has been awhile since you last met renjun. Perhaps your last encounter was right after graduation. You’re back in your old neighborhood, having drinks with your favorite childhood best friend. And it slipped out of you that you had never had sex, despite a whole semester in college. Renjun took that as an invitation. Afterall, you experienced every one of your firsts with Renjun.

word count: 2k

warnings: noncon to dubcon, dacryphyllia, bondage, possessive renjun, fake sympathy, creampie.

tell me if i missed anything.

It feels good to open up the window and see that familiar face of your best friend since diapers. Renjun was already smiling at you the moment you slid your curtains away. “It’s been so long!” He yelled. He had to, considering the few meters of distance between his window and yours. You noticed that he was still in a suit, probably just got home from some important business. “I know right! Wanna grab some drinks?” 

“Oh, I already have some in my room.” 

“Really? Well in that case..” 

You stepped backwards into your bedroom, just to sprint, jumping out of your window, landing on the roof of Renjun’s first floor. With that safe land, you crawled up to Renjun’s window, welcoming yourself inside as if the room was your own. “Still crazy as always I see.” he giggled. 

“Wouldn't be me if it isn’t crazy.” 

-

Renjun had your first kiss. 

At 16, you still had a crush on Tobey Maguire’s spiderman although Andrew Garfield already had two amazing spiderman movies. You skipped evening class to watch the rerun of the first three spiderman movies. Renjun came with. He didn't have evening class like you did. He didn't need them, he’s smart unlike you. 

Once the movies were over, you refused to go home. You knew you'd earn an earful and maybe some beatings once you get home because your mom would be furious that you had skipped class just to watch movies. Instead, you were at the playground, climbing on the monkey bars. 

“It’s getting late, y’know.” Renjun waited for you, sitting at the swings. “Renjun! Come join me! I feel like Spiderman. Do you think there's a spidergirl out there, maybe?” You never touched a marvel comic, obviously. Renjun huffed when you ignored his comment. He did, however, come towards you. He didn't climb the bars though. He let you have all the fun to yourself. He watched as you hung your feet on the bar as you let your body dangling upside down. You let out a laugh. 

“Wouldn't it be cool to have my first kiss just like the upside down kiss from the movie?” He didn't answer, which concerned you. “Renjun?”

Before you knew it, he cupped your face as he planted a kiss right there where you were hanging your body upside down on the monkey bars. 

The next day you pretended like it never happened and continued being his best friend as usual. 

-

The first time you watched porn, it was with Renjun. You were only 16, receiving a usb drive that may or may not give your computer a virus from a fellow classmate. As soon as your extracurricular activities ended, you ran straight to Renjun’s room. He had gone home earlier as he wasn't involved in the same club as you. You slammed the door shut behind you, hugging your backpack against your chest. 

“What are you doin-”

“Shh!” You locked the door of his bedroom. “Take out your laptop.” you ordered him, walking towards his study desk as your hand took out the pendrive from your bag. you tossed the bag to his bed. Renjun didn't question you when he took out his laptop. He only did when you suddenly plugged in the drive into it without telling you what it was. 

“Hey! What is that?” 

“Porn.” 

“What? Are you serious?” 

“Well, it might not be. I won't take the risk on my laptop though.” He groaned once he figured out your plan. You were afraid that the drive you received might give your laptop a virus so you risked it on his instead. How typical of you. “Why are you interested in that anyway?” The file was right in front of your eyes when he asked that. “Because..” You clicked on the first folder.” “I’m curious.” Renjun rolled his eyes at your answer. He leaned back against his chair as you did what you wanted on his laptop. The video started to play and you took a seat on his bed. You partially heard Renjun saying something to you but you were too focused on the two actors on his screen. You involuntarily gasped when the man inserted his penis into the woman's vagina. The sound out of you made Renjun turn his head and you held a second of eye contact with him. 

That eye contact suddenly made you realize how invasive you were and how intimate this whole action is. You shouldn't be watching porn with Renjun. Sure, he's your best friend but he's still a man. The realization made you stand on your feet, grabbing your backpack with you. 

“I fulfilled my curiosity. Gotta go. Bye!” You wore your backpack as you ran towards his bedroom door to leave. “Wait, what about the drive?!” He yelled as you had already exited the room 

“Keep it!”

-

The first friendship breakup was also with Renjun. You were both 17 when you fought about Renjun’s choice for college. He wanted to try for early admissions while you were still struggling to choose a course, let alone a college to aim for. It was too early to think about life after highschool, according to you. 

Early in the morning, when usually you would either ride on the backseat of Renjun’s bike, you rode on your own bike. You purposely waited for Renjun to come out so it’ll look like you two had coincidentally come out at the same time. You glared at him before you took your seat and started paddling to school. 

What upsetted you more was the fact that Renjun paddled faster as he slid right past you, not even looking your way. 

By the time you arrived at the bike parking, Renjun was seen leaning against the wall, looking like he was waiting for you. That warmed up your heart a bit. You locked your bike in then came to him. “You got something to say to me?” You raised an eyebrow at him, trying to look cool. “Yeah, I got in.” 

Your face dropped. “See you at your graduation, y/n.” 

Truth be told, that was probably your first heartbreak. 

-

You cried in front of Renjun for the first time (not including the time when you were kids) when he actually showed up to your highschool graduation. You didn't look for your parents when you stepped on the stage. Your eyes scanned the audience to look for your best friend who said he'd meet you again today. But he was nowhere to be seen. You tried to brush it off, not letting it ruin your memorable day. As you took a picture with your mom, you see a familiar figure walking towards you, holding a bouquet of flowers. Without even realizing, tears had started to fall from your eyes. You didn't waste any time running to him, giving him a big hug. And he wrapped his arms around you so perfectly too. You sobbed messily in between your tears. 

“We never even said goodbye.. I never even apologized.. I was so immature.. I mean, it was just a few months ago, but still!.. I’m older and wiser now.” You huffed, sobbed, sniffed and maybe even hiccuped. 

Renjun just laughed at your state. You knew that he would forgive you in a heartbeat, as long as you said you were sorry. 

“I’m sorry, Renjun. I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I was such a dick to you, I’m so sorry,” 

-

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry..” Now, he was on top of you with your wrists tied on his bed frame with his neck tie that he was wearing just a few minutes ago. His shirt was unbuttoned and he had taken off your shorts just now. “Renjun, you're being scary..” Without even realizing, tears had started to fall from your eyes. Renjun leaned down to kiss your cheek where your tears ended. 

“I’m sorry, I just..” One of his hands caressed your face while the other started unbuckling his belt. “Please don't be scared of me. I just have to do this. I gotta be your first.” This was nowhere near the Renjun you knew and grew up with. If he was gentle with it, if he was maybe romantic with it, then you would probably allow this to happen. But this isn't the caring gentleman you were best friends with. You had no clue who this man before you was. “Fuck, you look so pretty crying.” You noticed how hard he was once he took his slacks and his boxers off. 

“Renjun, I’m scared.” You whimpered, hoping to gain mercy from him. “No no no no, baby. Don't be scared.” He gave your lips a peck. “Trust me, baby. You trust me, right?” Again, if he had been gentle with you, you probably would have nodded your head. Instead you shook it furiously, “Renjun, please.. I’ll- I’ll suck your cock, or.. or I’ll give you a handjob. Just, please don't fuck me.” 

“No.. please. As much as that sounds tempting, I need to fuck you. I’ve always been your first. Remember? Just trust me.” He wiped away your tears with his thumb. And with that same thumb, he reached down to your pussy as he started to rub your clit in circles, making sure that you’d start to get wet. You squirmed at the pleasure that you wish never came. “There.. See? You like it.” After he was sure you were wet enough, he took your panties off with one swift. 

“Your pussy is excited to see me, baby.” You looked away in embarrassment at his comment. He slid a finger from your hole to your clit, collecting your pussy juice as he licked it off. He then jerked himself off a few times before he aligned his tip on your pussy. “Trust me, okay?” He said before he slid in with a groan. “Perfect fucking pussy.” He moaned. 

At this point, you knew there was no escaping anymore. Might as well enjoy it while it lasted. You closed your eyes shut, trying to imagine that Renjun was someone else. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't think of anyone. Because deep down, you always knew that you had liked Renjun for a long time. Though this wasn't the ideal situation, you always wanted it to happen. More tears started to fall out as you felt ashamed of yourself for feeling good from his thrust. “Fuck.. I get harder the more you cry, baby. You're such a pretty crier.” With his cussing, he went on faster and harder, earning loud moans from you. 

You felt Renjun getting sloppier by the minute and you guessed that it was because he was close and you started to panic. “Renjun.. Renjun.. pull out! We have no protection. Don't cum inside of me! Please, Renjun.” But all you received from him was more groans and cusses. “Just.. just trust me. It’ll be fine. I’m sorry, trust me.” The more he said the word trust, the smaller the trust you actually had for him. But all you could do was let him fuck your wet pussy since you're too weak to even pull yourself out of the knot that Renjun tied above your head. 

And just in a few more thrusts, he had poured his semen into you. With jagged breaths, he still muttered some more apologies to you but you paid it no mind. It’s not like he actually meant it anyway. 

He planted one more kiss on your lips before he pulled out and laid beside you on his bed. He untied the necktie away from you but you still couldn't break free as he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close and hugging you tight. “I’m sorry, angel.” he said again. He caressed your hair, fixing up any messy strands. “I’ll get you cleaned, okay?” With that, he picked you up and took you to his bathroom where he cared for you like the Renjun you always knew your whole life. 

[ikyw-t]

does anyone here have any wisdom on knowing when it's time to quit a job? I've been working for a nonprofit research company and my job is to go to people's houses to try to get them to participate in this national research project. which i do actually believe in and I think people should participate and it's important work and everything and my manager/everyone at the company is actually very nice and want to see me succeed and are generally very nice and helpful

but my job is basically just me driving around in my car all day, knocking on doors, and i actually love talking to people but most people don't even open up so in reality it's just me in my car for multiple hours at a time not talking to anybody. and this is a temporary that goes until late dec/ early jan so it's not even that long and i wanted to try doing something new and I believe in the mission but i just don't like actually doing the job :/// and it feels stupid to quit bc it's already temporary anyway, and also im only 1 of 2 people that are working in my state so :// but also i feel like I'm not even doing a very good job like ive gotten 3 people to register for the program in the past two weeks and i feel like if I'm not even enthusiastic about it then the people who's door I'm at can probably tell and so I kinda feel like I'm wasting everyone's time :////

i wanted to do this job bc i was thinking i would get to talk to more people but as it is i just feel lonely in my car all day and im not even getting any results and I kinda feel like I'm just wasting the nonprofit's time and money but if i quit there won't be a lot of time for them to rehire/retrain someone to work in this state so.... Idk does anyone have any thoughts about this bc i feel kinda ://///////

[cregansdingdong]

dingdong hear me out, cregan and reader going through the honeymoon stage of their marriage in winterfell where he just cant get off her and they get it on (she gets on should i say 😜) EVERYWHERE and ANYWHERE. im talking in the stables just out of earshot of the lords in the courtyard, in the wolfswood surrounded by the beautiful northern countryside, in the council chambers, on the table, EVERYWHERE. I KNOW this man gets hot knowing anyone could catch them and that they couldn’t do anything about it because he is their lord. PLEASE GIVE THE PEOPLE WHAT THEY WANT 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

- fellow cregan worshipping anon xo

I HAVE THOUGHTS. THE GEARS ARE TURNING. I FEEL THEM TURNING. SEND HELP ANON.

Let's get something perfectly clear, my beloved, the honeymoon stage never ends with Cregan. Now, it might slow down after the birth of a few kiddos ten but in no way, shape, or form will your Lord Wolf ever be satisfied. That being said, you have my prayers, sorrows, and congratulations also my envy ofc if you both are ever caught getting your freak on. It's gonna go a little something like this...

ʜᴏɴᴇʏᴍᴏᴏɴ. (thoughts ver.)

NSFW stuff under the cut. 18+ only. I'm not responsible for the content you choose to consume. ty.

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"We're going to—"

"I don't care." He grunts. Skirts lifted up the curve of her ass, his hips rutting into her at a pace desperate enough to bruise. They were both frantic, fucking like it was their last day alive. The council room was empty—which it usually was; only really filled when Cregan felt the need to call on his vassals. If it had been a regular day, Lord and Lady Stark wouldn't have had anything to worry about.

His wife presses her cheek down on the table, holding onto the oak edges for dear life, mewling of course, as he rocked into her like a man possessed. Controlled entirely by his need, by her whines for him, Cregan thought he could die a happy man right there in her snug cunt. He could. He wanted to, in a way, the last sensations in the living world being her velvety walls, clenching around him with every swift thrust.

They were loud as they always were—unintentionally. It was too good to remember any restraint. Not that it mattered to the Lord Wolf, he was the Lord paramount of the North. Who was going to tell him he couldn't make love with his wife? No one, but he could at least make an effort to lock the door first. Rabid grunts and the sound of his hefty balls slapping against her flooded the corridor as the entrance to the council room was opened. "Seven Hells—"

His bannermen. His vassals. The meeting. Gods. He forgot about the meeting. Torrhen Manderly turned right back around, narrowly avoiding whatever it was that Cregan flung towards the door—thankfully fast enough to stop the other men from following in after him. "Get out!" The door was promptly slammed shut, right as his wife lifted her head from the table, face flushed red in mortification. "Were we just cau—fuck!" Lord Stark still didn't care, reaching around to rub at her pretty clit as his cock resumed pistoning against her ass. And as she came for at least the third time that morning, the realization of getting caught was quickly erased from the front of her mind, Cregan's teeth latching on to the curve of her shoulder as he chased his release.

okay I can't help myself so here's a bonus bit:

Redressed and thoroughly embarrassed some twenty minutes later, Lady Stark emerges from the council room, expecting her handmaiden to be waiting—no. Gods. They'd waited. They'd actually waited. Seven bannermen, each one avoiding her eye more than the last, probably in an attempt to maintain whatever was left of her dignity. They made not a single sound as she walked sprinted by, nodding stiffly in respect to their Lady.

Cregan, however, did not share that same sentiment. Satisfied for the moment, smug, and seated lazily at the head of the table, legs spread comfortably as he sat back against his chair. He exhaled quietly through his nose once his vassals entered the room, the smallest of smirks written on his face that said more than his mouth ever could. "Where did we leave off last time?"

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[neo-percs]

BEGGING:: ( day 7 )

WARNING:: enemies to lovers, rough sex, begging, friends to enemies, make up sex, arguing, misunderstanding, college au!

SUMMARY:: in which after a year of breaking off your friendship with Jaemin due to a misunderstanding you both get into a heated fight that leads into the unexpected.

WORDCOUNT:: 4.2K

A/N:: this is reposted from my old blog so if you think that this post is familiar it probably is, last time I posted this it did pretty good😭

You were so sick of the reoccurring problem that kept popping up around almost every weekend, going out to have fun with friends and then running into Jaemin only to walk away frustrated and huffing about how he got under your skin. If someone had told you a year ago that you'd end up on terms like this with Jaemin you would've told them their out of their mind.

Yet here you were in the middle of a house party giving each other dirty looks after yet another squabble about how Jaemin had spilled his drink all over your white top. You could see your bra through it by now and you were beyond pissed. "You're getting me a new one. And by getting me a new one I mean you're buying it" you snap as you set your drink on one of the coffee tables that had scattered beer bottles and ash trays.

Scoffing at your tone Jaemin opens his mouth to speak "all of a sudden you can't ask your rich ass parents to buy you a new one? Daddy cut you off or something?" He says with full confidence and the intention to piss you off. "No, but since your so invested in my life why don't you invest in some good eye sight and find me a new shirt bastard" you snap.

Jaemin had it up to this point, your smart mouth, your attitude, and simply the way you mouth off to him in-front of everyone to embarrass him. Snatching you by your arm he tugs you through the crowd of screaming and laughing people as they dance and sing along to whatever playing. Dragging you upstairs and tugging you through the dimly lit hallways.

You felt lost, your shirt was practically sticking to your skin and most likely staining it a deep shade of red as you can feel the liquid seeping through your bra. Jaemin opening a bedroom door and pushing you through making you stumble over your shoes. Leaving the party behind without a care in the world. The loud slam of the door behind him makes you jump in shock.

Jaemin drags himself to open one of the drawers of the dressers in the bedroom. "Are you seriously gonna steal someone else's shirt to opt out off buying me a new one?" You snark. "No, this is my room, my shirt. If you want a new shirt so bad I'll buy you one" he grovels as he shovels through the folded clothes finding a random t-shirt he hadn't worn in a while and simply had forgotten about at the bottom of the pile. Tossing it without even looking at you, hitting you in the face earning a yelp from you.

Ripping the shirt out of your view and tossing it to the bed "you are so fucking intolerable I swear. It's been 2 years and you still have the nerve to act like I did something to you" your voice ripples through the room. "You did, 2 years of dirty looks and pissy comments yet you're acting like I started all of this" he was heated beyond belief at this point. "And I'm so sick of you acting like I have to kiss your ass to make your day better" he says louder than before.

"Because you did! Have you ever thought I wouldn't find out that you lied?!" You're face felt like it was on fire, standing up from the edge of his bed taking strong strides towards him "you lied to everybody that I had sex with Jeno sophomore year, which never happened. I worked on a project with him and next thing I know Jisung is telling me your going around saying I slept with Jeno" you say as you jab his finger into the middle of his chest.

Earning a laugh that bubbled within his chest "what are you talking about? I have never once told anyone that you slept with Jeno. I would've beat the shit of him if he did if anything" he glared deep into your eyes. "So who lied? Because all I know is what jisung told me" you glare right back at him. "I don't know but you never once asked me if I said it. You left me in the dark for 2 years y/n and all I wanted to know was why you hated me and all this time it was over some stupid lie I never even knew about" he said breathily his chest puffing and his face red.

"I liked you sophmore year, and if anything I would've been more hurt about the rumor than spreading it. But you've never paid attention, I've tried to get along with you really but you're so infuriating sometimes" Jaemin voices his distress as his brows pinch together in complete frustration. The both of you share a look of confusion and hurt.

"You liked me?" You whisper with wide eyes looking into his "yes, and the day you snapped at me was the day I was going to tell you and for Christ sake you just wouldn't spill what was wrong and why you were so angry with me" he says as his fist fall tightly at his sides feeling anger spread through his body. "And all of it was for nothing. 2 years down the drain for nothing" he says through his teeth.

You look down at his hands seeing how red his knuckles were becoming you reach for his hand pulling his fingers away from his palm seeing the deep red indented marks. "I'm sorry" you whisper your throat felt tight and tears were on the brink of spilling onto your warm cheeks. You were embarrassed that the both of you had to even do this in the first place. "Don't be. I don't blame you for being angry, but I'm just mad that you had even believed it was me" he sighed finally letting the words that had been building up in his mind for the past 2 years out.

Your thumbs rub against his aching palm, Jaemin pulls his hand away wrapping an arm around you and tugging you against his chest into a hug. The familiar smell of Jaemin brought you peace as you let your wild thoughts settle down, the sound of his heart beating at a slow rate had your eyes fluttering shut as you relax. Wrapping your arms around him tightly as if he'd disappear you felt his chin rest against the top of your head for a moment before feeling he pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

Pulling away your head from his chest the both of you share a longing gaze reading each others minds the tension becomes thicker in the room. Jaemin's hand finds the back of your neck pullling you into a rough kiss. And the moment your lips meet, has been a long time coming, an eruption of your lust. His lips are warm and gentle as he kisses you softly, delicately, as if he isn't sure you're real and he's still checking.

Letting a soft whimper out against his lips the feeling of his tongue licking a stripe against your bottom lip, granting him entrance you drag your tongue against his as your hands rake through dark hair tugging it making him gasp at the feeling. Roughly Jaemin guides you towards the wall beside his study desk, moaning as he manhandles you against the wall the sound of a few of his books falling off his desk onto his floor.

His hands finding the back of your thighs dragging your hips closer until they touch. Pulling away from your lips nipping at your bottom lip once before trailing kisses from your jaw to your neck sucking and leaving opened mouth kisses on your hot skin.

Moaning at the feeling you tilt your head "Jaemin" you whisper breathlessly as you give him more space. "Say it again." He moans as he placed his hand on your ass, kneading the flesh harshly. "Jaem please" you beg as you grind against him letting out small huff of moans. Jaemin let's his teeth make a small ounce of friction against your neck before pulling away his hands roughly grasp the hem of your shirt pulling it over your head dropping it onto the floor.

"So fucking beautiful" he groaned as he presses his face into your chest kissing and leaving hickeys all over you making you arch your back against the wall as your fingers tug onto his hair. Pulling the padding of your bra down not even bothering to unhook the clasp he pulls down the padding of your bra letting your breast spill out.

Though the hair was warm your nipples were pert, Jaemin didn't waste any time licking and kissing against them. Biting your bottom lip in hopes to at least hold back your moans in the slightest but ultimately failing to do so. His hands trailing your waist and finding themselves under your skirt tugging down the thin fabric of your thong watching as it falls down your ankles.

"Can I eat you out?" He whispers against your skins as his big brown eyes look up at you with an almost needy look in his gaze. "Yeah" you whisper back with a shy nod. Only pulling away and kissing down your chest to his knees he gives small kisses to your lower stomach, his chocolate eyes looking into your eyes he lifts up your loose skirt and his eyes are met with your panties that has a cute wet patch growing on it.

He smirked knowing he was the cause "you're so cute" he mumbled darkly as his hand moves. Pressing his thumb on your clothed crotch you whimper as he rubs your slit pressing down on your clit, you whimper feeling the harsh fabric make friction with your sensitive clit.

Tugging your panties down from the elastic waistband over your thighs and down your ankles he's met with the pretty sight of your pussy and thighs glistening in slick. Looking back up at you his gaze darkened as he hooked your leg over his shoulder.

You gasp as you watch his head disappear under your skirt.  The heat of his mouth nearing your pussy he licks small stripes against your clit before he sensually licked from your hole to your clit, and sucking on your clit with fervor.

You moan as your head falls back against the wall. The sounds you make are so pleasurable to his ears. He presses his nose on your clit, inhaling your scent deeply before his tongue dives inside your waiting pussy. You pull onto his hair, writhing against his face.

"Oh fuck" you manage to whimper out you tug at his hair as he groaned, your eyes shut as you "please use your fingers" you moan neediness dripping from your tone. His hand moving from your plush thigh under your skirt his thumb rubbing harsh circles on your clit  he pulled away licking your clit once more his middle and ring fingers make way to your entrance.

Pushing in slowly you groan at the penetration, easing your tight walls around his thick fingers as he pushes them deeper you feel the cool metal on his rings all the way at the knuckles of his fingers as it grounds you from the euphoric feeling.

Pulling his head from under your skirt he looks up at you with your juices on his swollen lips and on his chin his fingers begin to move opening your eyes you look down at him feeling his gaze as he watches you react gasping as the feeling you grind down against his fingers "you like that? Hm?" He says as he licks your essence off of his lips.

His hair now disheveled  as his cheeks were blooming with a soft blush, you nod eagerly "yeah? You want me to go faster for you?" He coos feeling you clench around him at the sound of his lewd words. "Speak" he demanded making you clench harder "yes, please?" you say losing your mind on his fingers as you absentmindedly grind down on his.

He hums as he lifts your skirt bunching it over your hips he watches his finger get sucked inside of you. Moaning at the sight with sparkling eyes. His fingers hitting all the right places stuffing your pussy as the sloppy sounds of his fingers pounding into you as if you were his personal fuck toy.

"So good just for me right?" He asks as his tongue finds its way back to your clit, he looks up at you choking on your moans "only you I promise jaem" you say feeling a familiar pressure build in the pit of your stomach. "I'm so close" you whimper.

sending tingles down your body before he licked big stripes of your cunt, sucking on your clit, his tongue working wonders on you. "Cum on my fingers" he says possessively.

His thumb replacing his tongue as he rubs circles on your clit your hips shake as your mind is clouded with the sudden rush of your orgasm. You let out an almost pornographic moan as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you until you ride out your high.

"Good girl" he coos as you grip his wrist as overstimulation starts to creep in. Waiting for you to come down he slowly removes his fingers as he is eager to taste you. jaemin's dripping fingers make their way up to your clit as his mouth makes its descent to your puffy lips. he pushes his heavy fingers on your clit as he adorns your lips with light pecks and kitten licks before using his free hand to pull them apart and licking your hole. his mouth sucks you hard in its endeavour to suck out whatever your pussy allows him.

Your hips buck at the feeling the sloppy sounds make your head spin. one of your hands moves to grip the hair on the back of his head and you push his face into yourself even more "oh god" you say shivering at the feeling. Pulling away his eyes look up at you while his lips attach themselves to your thigh that still sat on your shoulder, he bites and sucks the skin on your thigh in different spots leaving red and purple spots to bloom into hickeys as the hours pass.

Pulling away he lifts his fingers still covered in your cum up to his lips sucking on them becoming addicted to the way you taste. "You taste so good" he mumbled as he stood up showing the tent in pants that seemed to grow. And once your eyes meet the bulge your eyes visibly widen.

His chest presses against yours as you feel his bulge press I to your front, looking at Jaemin with round soft eyes "please fuck me" you beg and the glint in his eyes seemed to grow darker. "Beg" he spoke sharply not missing a beat. "Please, jaem I need it so bad. Please" you almost whimper as you press your forehead against his showing how truly desperate you were.

Nodding he felt content with your words, guiding your hips to grind against his before pressing chaste kisses to the side of your mouth as you whimper in sensitivity. His hair tickling your forehead and his heavy breathing clouding all your senses. Pulling away from you he walks to the edge of the bed stripping out of his clothes he looks at you with expectant eyes to follow his lead, and you did.

The both of you tangling yourselves into his warm bed sheets kissing and grinding into each other messily until Jaemin reaches over into his bed side drawer making you tug at his wrist to stop him "we don't need it" you shake your head. Jaemin can't help but let his body heat grow hotter at the thought of fucking you raw. Nodding mindlessly he wraps your legs over his thighs.

Your hand finds it way down past the ruffled sheets to his lower abdomen trailing until your hand flush against his cock, the tip of your finger rubs against the slit of his tip leaking hot precum. His hips jolt at the feeling which makes you capture his lips into a perfect kiss.

Sloppy yet passionate. Teeth clashing and tongues dancing against each other; you couldn't be happier in the moment. you wet the palm of your hands with your tongue before taking his shaft into your fist, slowly jerking and teasing the tip with your thumb earning you a moan.

Your lips against his give him a sense of euphoria that no drug could. Wrapping your legs around his waist as you pull him into your closer "handle me" you whisper, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips and rubbing his tip against your entrance makes his head spin.

Pressing his hips against yours he watches as your soaked and tight walls envelope him with a choked moan "feels so good inside you" he says as he presses forehead against yours which makes you giggle. As he pushes into you deeper and slowly you whine your legs without a second thought push his hips into you deeper earning a gasp at your own actions "fuck" you moan at the feeling.

"Such a slut, can't even wait for me to be inside you all the way huh?" He says rhetorically as he begins to thrust into your sharply, your moans are the only thing egging him on to keep going while your hands rest against his shoulders; nails begging to drag against his skin.

Your warm puffs of breath against his face has him in a trance. You smelled of cigarettes and cherries and it was so intoxicating for Jaemin who's hands greedily need your hips as he drags them against his. The sound of skin against skin in the air made Jaemin's eyes roll back. "So good" you babble as your head falls back against the pillow. Your hair was scattered against the leaning space for Jaemin to kiss and mark your neck with purple and red splotches.

"Yeah? I fuck you good right?" He says as he pulls your legs over his shoulders and hits a new spot that makes your jaw slack and mind go blank. "Tell me. Tell me how good I fuck you y/n" he demands making you moan even louder "you fuck me so good Jaemin I swear" you whine as your nails drag against his skin leaving behind red trails in their wake.

The bed thumps against the dry wall as your moans cover the sound. The sight of Jaemin over top of you with a clench jaw and your legs on his shoulders as you clench around him tighter. The sight of his hair falling over his face as sweat begins to trickle against his skin under the red and blue hues from the window.

"Fuck it’s so big" you slur seeing how good he filled you up to the brim your arms wrap around his neck your foreheads pressed together as you watch him begin to slowly move. Jaemin couldn't get enough of the sight as his cock disappeared inside your Pussy.

His cock buried deep inside you that you moan and dig crescent shaped dents into his skin. set a pace for grinding against his lap. The feeling of your velvety walls tightening around making him choke back a moan.

"Oh- god" you whisper shakily. His hands holding onto your hips guiding a pace, the sound of skin slapping with your small moans could be heard throughout the room.

You looked so good with your chest bouncing and your hair all messy. You looked good with a small sheen of sweat on your skin and your makeup smeared, he was addicted to the sight.

Stopping his hips completely and pulling out you whine at the feeling of emptiness "lay on your stomach" he says his tone low and raspy making you not miss a step as you roll over onto your stomach and propping your knees into the mattress.

Arching your back gives Jaemin the perfect sight of your ass. You could feel his palm caressing and needing your skin before giving it repeated harsh slaps that had you quivering. Nothing compared to the beautiful stinging feeling on your skin given by him.

"Want you inside me so bad" you mumbled as your fingers grip the sheets, you were so needy that you were dripping down your thighs and it didn't take much for Jaemin to run his tongue over his lips and grab onto your hips pushing his tip against you again letting him bottom out fully.

The sharp grip he had on your hips kept you grounded as he set a steady pace that had you panting and moaning. Hearing yourself made your face heat up, dropping your head into the sheets hoping to muffle the pleasure falling from your lips.

"Don't hide now" Jaemin says as his hand pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail, pulling your head away from the sheets "I wanna hear you. Don't hide from me" he says breathily as his thrusts become more sharp and the sound of him pounding into you was hard not to hear.

"I can't help it. Fuck it’s so good" you slur your words as you begin to bounce and grind against him to meet his hips. It felt like he was in your stomach and you didn't mind at all, your hands clutching the sheets tighter as he used his other hand to wrap around your throat.

"Fuck you looks so good, you care what other people think now hm?" He asks as his grip around your throat tightens, you couldn't even gather your words as he hits a spot that has you breathing shakily and your moans are even more louder.

"You like it don’t you? Huh? Answer me." He demands as he drags his cock against that same spot again and again "yeah, it feels so fucking good Jaem" you moan as your eyes roll back. The feeling of his sweet lips on your skin as you feel like you're in heaven.

Your thighs are practically shaking at the feeling, pleasure practically taking over your body as Jaemin pounds you into his mattress without a single care in the world. Pushing your face against sheets while he becomes sloppy and rougher with every passing second you could feel the pressure in the pit of your stomach growing and waiting to be released.

"I can't" you moan as you shake your head "I'm gonna cum" you whimper as you feel warm tears slide down your cheeks. "Don’t run, you like to talk big shit but now you can’t take dick?" he teases sweetly in a faux tone. His thrusts are non stop and you can't help but let the pleasure envelope you.

"Oh fuck" you gasp as the feeling of release comes closer "cum on my cock. I know you can '' he coos at you while pulling your hips into his harder than before tipping you over the edge as your walls clench around him sporadically earning a guttural moan ripping through Jaemin's throat.

"I'm close, where do you want it?" He asks as he continues to fuck into you "inside. Please cum inside me Jaemin" you beg before you feel the pressure in your stomach let loose "I know, you’re doing so good" he praised as his fingers rubbed down your spine leaving goosebumps up and down your body.

A few more thrusts slow and deep have your toes curling and sending Jaemin into an orgasm struck daze. "Fuck you feel so good" he groans as his hands rub against the red warm skin of your ass. Leaning of you and kissing up your spine as you both bask in your pre orgasm clarity.

You both were practically glowing as Jaemin waited until he softened inside you to pull out "you did so good" he whispers sweet nothings to you as he pulls out and watches his cum drip down your inner thighs.

The both of you settle into the bedsheets the body heat coming from the both of you feels comforting, Jaemin doesn't want even the slightest bit of space between the both of you as he pulls you by your waist until your pressed flush against his chest. "Are we okay now?" He asks as he peeks over your shoulder to watch for any change in emotion or the slightest hint of regret. "We're better than before" you whispered as you turn around pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

[allfearstofallto]

Do you think Childe would get jealous is reader spent to much time with the kids or would he just appreciate her not being miserable 24/7?

Childe is jealous because HE can't spend lots of time with the kids. He's unreasonably happy that you and the children get along so well, but he hates that it comes at the cost of him not having a place to fit in.

Yandere! Childe x Fem! Reader

Forced Marriage AU

TW: Reader has children, yandere themes, general angst

It was a thought that lingered in his mind more than he wanted. Despite the fact that he was adamant that he wouldn't let it bother him, it still crept its way into his brain during moments of silence. It was eating away at him, the one thing that he couldn't fight off was going home every night and noticing it. Noticing the silence, the lack of toys splayed about, the lack of laughter, the mess.

When he was a child and even up until long past his teenage years, he remembered not being able to walk two steps in his home without stumbling over a toy or board game or even some mysterious mess. He's aware that he has significantly less adolescents in his own house now than he did as a kid, but it doesn't change the fact that his his kids are just so clean. and quiet. It's almost unnerving how little he sees of those existence in the home.

And when he returns, even if there is still sun beaming down on the packed snow of Snezhnaya, his son's will already be up in their rooms. Whether it's to nap or do some schoolwork, the second he steps foot into his own home, they become unavailable, shying away from him as if he were the monster under their bed.

“Why are the boy's always busy when I get home,” he asked over dinner. A quiet dinner of just you and him. He hadn't eaten a meal with his son's in months, almost as if you wanted him to forget their existence.

A look of fear crossed your face, then confusion, then a weak, fake smile. Those smiles of yours. Forced quivering lips and wide eyes, how much longer could you continue to smile at him like that? How much longer would he allow it?

“They're both still young, Ajax, they don't want to be under their parents constantly,” you tried to assure him, following your words up by filling your mouth with food to not have to say more.

“That's bullshit,” he slammed his fist down on the table, scaring you even more in the process. You could see that he was seething with rage, close to having an outburst before taking a deep breath to calm himself. Still, his words were slow and concise as he spoke against, a growl present in his voice, “You can't even sit Damon down for a minute without him crying till he's blue in the face.”

There was nothing you could say to disprove what he was saying. He was correct. Damon was typically glued to your hip, throwing fits whenever you let go of him. He was always a clingy child, vastly different to Adonis, who only wanted you around to show you a cool trick he'd learned or an art project he'd made. But both of them would grow pale when you said that their father would be returning home soon, and even if you wanted to, you couldn't make them leave the confines of their rooms, knowing that Childe was lurking around the corner.

“I want to see my sons,” he said without waiting for your response.

“They're probably long asleep by now,” another lie. You couldn't get Adonis to go to bed without a fight most nights. You knew he was still up, possibly playing with his action figures once again, but if he heard the sound of his father's footsteps coming up the stairs, he'd be in bed with no hesitation. You remember a night where he thought it was Childe instead of you opening the door to his bedroom. He was curled up in his comforter, with it pulled up to his eyes. Peeking at the door like he was expecting the Boogeyman.

“I won't go in tomorrow then. We'll have the whole day together,”

You had nothing to say back, but also no way of forcing the boys to spend time with him. Rather, you silently picked at your food, a lump starting to form in your throat. Dinner was eaten in silence, with you only occasionally stealing glances at your husband, who was still angrily eating. Your heart sank thinking of the ways the boys would cry, but knowing that there was nothing you could do for them. Except be there as he forced himself into their lives. He was doing to them as he'd done to you. And helplessly, all you could do was watch.

[heartfullofleeches]

What would happen if fast food reader tried to quit?

"I quit!"

Fourty minutes in - that's a new record. You're in the middle of a transition with a customer when the newest in a line of new hires comes storming from the back, apron and badge on hand.

"In the single hour I've worked here I've been yelled at till my ears bled, pelted with plastic balls, saw my reflection drown itself in the toilets, and had my wallet and keys stolen."

"I'd say you had an okay start...." You pause for a moment, centered on the task at hand. ".....So will that be cash or card?"

Your coworker stares at you like you've grown antlers which probably wouldn't be the weirdest thing they've seen, but still up there in rankings.

"You're staying?!"

"I can't quit."

Pity flashes briefly in their eyes. "Being jobless is better than whatever this is, but I'm sure there's something else out there."

"You don't understand. I literally can't quit."

Your ex-coworker scoffs. "I know the job market is pretty rough these days, but come on..."

Sighing heavily, you carefully remove your apron- folding and setting at atop the counter along with your hat and badge. Glancing apologetically at the customer, you mutter.

"I quit."

Really, it only took the first syllable for what happened next, but it felt weird not to finish the sentence.

The entrace doors swing to a loud shut. Music playing over the speakers descends into static. Caution tape peals and tears from the walls as management's door pries it from position. Darkness oozes from the cracks as a body presses against the frame. A hand reaches out - pointing behind you.

"So!"

Your ex-coworker and the customer scream. You look over your shoulder at your manager's grinning face as they grip your shoulders.

"Please don't touch me."

Your manager laughs. "Oh, you and your silly jokes. So, I hear someone isn't having the best time. Your little friend is free to go, but you are a valued member of our team, Y/n. Anything we can do to make you stay?"

"No."

Your manager hands their head in sadness, immediately perking back up as they remove their touch from your shoulders. "I see..... Well! We'll all miss you dearly, but we respect your decision. Allow us to give you a portion of your severance in hand as thanks for your service."

"Please don't."

"Lambchop!"

The lights flicker as the freezer door slams into the adjacent wall. They continue to flicker with every heavy click of hooves on titled floors. The hulking figure ducks beneath menu signs, narrowly missing its curving horns getting stuck as it rises to full high. The reds of it beady eyes cast you in eerie glow as it stares - pupils shrunk as it turns. It seems to blink away tears as it snorts.

In a flash, the store mascot picks your ex-coworker by the throat and slams them to down on the counter. It reaches for its belt, sorting the sharpest cleaver of its artillery and sporting it against its prey's neck. Your coworker shrieks and flails, ceasing all movement as warm blood runs down their neck. As your eyes meet, you remain perfectly calm - brows raised in a sort of "I told you so look".

They pathetically beat at the goat demon's arm. "What the fuck.... what the fuck?!"

Your manager clicks their tongue. "I do apologize, but it's in their contract. Money is important, but we value something more here. As payment for self-termination from our team, Y/n here is to receive the beating hearts of everyone in the building in loo of breaking our own unless... they've changed their mind."

You shrug. "Long as you're still cool with my taking cash from the registers."

"Wonderful! Lambchop, could you please let the spoiled meat go? I'm afraid they won't be any good trying to posion our dear Y/n like that and I doubt they'll even make it out of the parking lot."

Your coworker scrambles for the door as soon as they're freed. Their blood, which you refuse to clean, paints the front door seconds later. Your manager sighs.

"Now that that's out of the way, please see to comforting Lambchop. You know how they get when you threaten to leave."

You look over at the mascot would bleats softly as they knock their head gently against the side of yours. You pet their horns as you throw your hat back on.

"Come on, Choppy. You can feed me fries in the breakroom."

Lambchop throws you over their shoulder and heads for the back as your manager takes their leave as well - leaving the customer alone in the main lobby.

"They... never gave back my card."

[bouncybongfairy]

Tease War

Ghost Simon Riley x Fem Reader

Summary: You try to tease Ghost until he breaks. Probably would have succeeded if you weren't a slut with self control issues.

Word Count: 1.0k

Ref Account: @kaionyx.

^(More specifically that post about teasing... obviously)^

TW: Rough Smut, Overtimulation, Dumbification, Thigh Riding

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Hearing the sound of the front door open and slamming shut made your stomach jump. Ghost was gone for the weekend and it felt like an eternity. For the past two days all you could think about was having him on top of you. Completely destroying your achy cunt while whispering the most vile things into your ear. Nothing satisfied you the way he did. It wasn’t just sex with him, you never fucked anyone that could bring you so close to your limits. Someone who could command complete control without needing to lay a finger on you. Hearing the heavy stomps of his boots upstairs made your heart skip a beat. You jumped slightly when he opened the door, the loud -thunk- of his duffle bag hitting the floor. He was still wearing most of his tactical gear, he looked huge. 

“I missed you,” he said, voice low and rough. You sat up and grabbed his shirt as he walked by the bedframe, trying to pull him into the tangled mess of blankets. 

“Come here,” you whine, pulling harder. 

“I have to get undressed,” he chuckles, starting to shed his gear and clothes. 

Part of you felt like he was teasing you; putting on a show. Biting the inside of your lip as he unlaced his boots. Unbuckling his belt, drawing attention to his bulge. Peeling his shirt off, making every muscle in his torso flex. The waistband of his boxers was extremely low, exposing his happy trail. His skin was littered with cuts, scraps and bruises. Taking his mask off lets his hair wild, standing up in several places. 

“You’re doing that on purpose,” you point out. 

“Doing what?” he asks. 

“Teasing me…” you said it with confidence but felt a little silly after vocalizing it. 

“All it takes is for me to undress in front of you to tease you? What are you gonna bust from a hug?” he chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed and turning on his controller. 

“Right, like you wouldn't fold if I did the same,” you scoff, crossing your arms.

“Come on love, we both know who’s more capable of showing self control. Don’t we?” he asked rhetorically. 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” you chuckled. 

“If you’d like to test my resolve, be my guest,” he said. 

You were determined to do exactly that, feeling quite confident that you’d break him first. Running your hands down his chest and onto his stomach from behind. Sucking hickies onto his neck, letting your lips drag up and down his skin. You moved to straddle him, playing with his hair while grinding against his bulge. The only thing separating your sexes was his boxers. You could feel him getting hard, his skin warming up and a red glow forming on his cheeks. Getting on your knees and pressing kisses against his bulge, admiring how his length was straining against the fabric. 

When that wasn’t giving any reaction, you take your shirt off. Turning around and grinding yourself against him. Letting your back rest against his chest, your head falling back on his shoulder. Moaning quietly into his ear as you rocked your hips against his length. The longer you went at it, the more you were getting worked up. Sweaty and breathing hard, leaving a wet patch on his boxers. Eventually you have to stop because you are getting close. You turn back around and get on your knees in front of him, catching your breath. He was looking down at you, grinning from ear to ear. 

One of the things he loved about you was how intelligent you were. It amazed him that physical gratification dumbed you down to such a primitive level. It was so obvious that you were breaking down, becoming more cock-drunk by the second. Kneeling in front of him, red in the face, practically panting with your cheek resting against his knee. How could a girl with such a perspective mind be completely oblivious to being used for show. All he could do was smile down at you, watching you do all the work for him. 

“Ignorance must be bliss, yeah?” he asked, brushing some hair out of your face; the contact making you arch your back. 

His dick twitched, watching how sensitive and overstimulated you had made yourself. Frenetically rambling about how much you wanted him. How long you waited for him to come home, offering any service you could think of in exchange for more than his eyes on you. A burning sensation began to develop in your stomach and chest. Extreme lust turned into frustration from him being so reactionless. His smirk that you earlier read as bashful was now just antagonistic. Sitting in the same position he started in; cocky bastard. You stood up and started riding his thigh, wetness immediately running down his leg. 

You suck in a loud gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck and moaning into his ear. No longer caring about the silly mind games from before. Your sex was swollen and hot against his skin. He pulled away from you and leaned back slightly, still doing nothing more for you other than watching. Admiring your chest bouncing and facial expressions. You grabbed his hand and held it to your throat, letting your head tilt back. The feeling of him touching you made you speed up on his thigh. Guiding his hand to slide down your body as you were getting closer. 

Your stomach was tightening and your legs were shaking. It was becoming harder to keep yourself up right once you were within reach of your climax. He finally threw you a bone and flick his thumb over your nipple which sent you over the edge. Cumming on his thigh, you rest your sweaty forehead against his shoulder. Letting out strangled moans while riding out your high. Feeling your pussy twitch against his thigh made him want to pin you against the mattress. Once you were done, you crawled off him and collapsed on the bed. He thought it was endearing that you assumed he was done with you.

[kallista-diune]

Suprise... - part 1

Words count - 1319

OC name is Via, sorry I can't force myself yet to change habits 😅 White hair are specific for a reason, but you can imagine the rest of her appearance as you like.

My first concept changed a lite since the Imagine blurb. Second part won't be fast unfortunately, sorry :( I'm still learning to write stories in English, it probably would be much longer and faster if I was writing in my native language.

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Mae just stormed out from the abandoned house which was currently their hideout on the planet Kiros. Nice, quiet forests, safe lakes, small cities. The door slammed behind her, making the two other remaining people flinch. White haired woman looked over at her partner with annoyance in her eyes. 

“I swear, if the Master wouldn't punish me later, I would smack her head with anything heavy…” She said and the man chuckled.

“She's young and rebellious. She likes to think we are beneath her, less important. I’m used to it and just continue to do my job. 

“Maybe. But I really don't like how she is treating you, Qimir. You are such an intelligent man, without you she wouldn't even know where to go or look.”

“Without us Snowflake.” Qimir pointed at her. Again with that nickname… Via tried very hard not to show how much his little nicknames messed with her heart. “Don't forget that your connection to nature in the Force is very helpful for her, me and our Master. We are both important to him.”

“I'm trying to really believe him when he praises me… But… never mind. We should get to sleep. She exhausted me…”

“He never praises without meaning it. You know how he is.” Qimir offered her a warm smile. “But yeah we should hit the pillow. I guess you're sleeping next to the wall?”

“Yes, mister radiator. Have I ever mentioned that I would freeze long ago without you?” Via laughed and got up from the floor. 

“Every time we go somewhere where it's cold at night. “ Qimir playfully rolled his eyes and followed her to their shared makeshift bed. 

They didn't even bother to change, always ready to run if something would happen. Via took her place and a moment after Qimir was laying beside her, his back facing her front. Always respectful. At least at the beginning… Throughout the night, he was often changing positions, sometimes ending up cuddling her. Usually when the night was really cold. Via didn't know if it was for his own need of heat or somehow he sensed her shiver. Her home planet was hot and humid which was the reason why she was even less resistant to low temperatures.

 It was such a good thing their Master knew or probably sensed through the Force her struggles, and he always gave her additional covers when she was sleeping on his island while training. Who knew he actually had at least a string of compassion in him. 

Qimir on the other hand was just sweet and caring, but he couldn't know what those little hugs were doing to her. She was hiding her feelings for so long… Despite his somewhat unkempt appearance, he was a handsome man. His smile brightens up any blue day and her heart skipped a beat every time. His little playful head tilts accompanied with his signature single brow raise without a fail made her laugh every time. He liked to watch her braid her hair into a crown-like style around her head, sometimes helping if her hands were too stiff from the cold. She welcomed his closeness every time, trying so hard not to show her excitement. If he was hinting to her he was in fact interested in her, she was oblivious. Her mind was somewhat clouded with fear. Fear of being rejected or scolded by their Master for creating a relationship among his subjects. 

This night was a nightmare. It was getting colder and colder, wind bringing unpleasant waves and Via was not able to fall asleep. She tried very hard to resist and not do something stupid, but her resolve was weakening every passing minute.

“Get your shit together Via… He won’t be mad…” and with that thought she turned, now facing Qimir. He was currently laying on his back, one hand under his head making a perfect opening for her to snuggle closer. So she did. Her heart beating wildly in her chest as the only option was to lay her head on his arm. The moment she does that he stirred awake.

“Hey, what is… oh Maker you are freezing! Come here, poor thing.” Qimir pulled her close, maneuvering her so her head was on his warm chest, her whole body pressed with his. His next move made her heart race as he grabbed the back of her thigh and placed her leg between his. His hands held her tightly, rubbing along her back to warm her up faster. 

“I’m s…sorry…”

“Don’t be. It’s okay, I got you Sweetheart.” Qimir kissed her forehead, making her blush and she was hardly able to hold in a gasp. His heat engulfed her, making her slightly relax and finally feel drowsiness. 

What she couldn't see was Qimirs signature satisfied half smirk…

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“You did good on the last mission, both of you.” The Master spoke, tilting his helmet clad head a little. “Via, go prepare for training, I will discuss Maes new mission. This time you will go alone. Qimir won't accompany you either. This time you will handle things by yourself.”

Via bowed her head and turned to go back to the ship. She couldn't help but smile mischievously, happy that Mae would finally experience doing something without their help. She entered the ship and quickly changed as well as gathered her things knowing she will probably stay here for quite some time. When she was going down the ramp, she saw that Master was nowhere to be seen, but she spotted a very angry looking Mae heading her way. 

“What did you two tell him huh?” she stopped less than an arm length before Via.

“What do you mean? I haven’t spoken with the Master until we arrived here.”

“Don't lie to me! Why is he sending me off alone this time then?”

Something snapped inside Via and she venomously responded.

“Suddenly afraid you are not up to the task on your own, Mae? 

“Listen here you little shit. You are useless. Week in the Force. Master is taking pity or keeping you for Qimir to fuck when he is bored. I don’t need you.” With that she passed her hitting Via's shoulder angrily with hers. Via held her ground, guarding her thoughts tightly as she walked away from the ship. Mae quickly fired up the ship and started to take off. Only when Via was sure Mae was at a safe distance, her composure dropped. Her knees gave up and she fell on the soft sand. Her eyes watered as her body shook in a silent cry. 

Mae was right, she was useless and weak. She never believed in herself even if the Master and Qimir were telling her they needed her and she was wanted. 

Suddenly warm strong arms engulfed her body. She was so deep in her head she didn’t even feel her Master's appearance. He pulled her into his lap, cradling her head to the crook of his neck, rubbing lightly her hair and back. She felt even more bad about herself. She tried to pull away in a desperate attempt to save her dignity but he held her firmly in place. 

“I am here for you, my Angel. Cry. Let it all out.”

“I…I’m… use…useless M…Master…” Via cried out.

“No. It is a lie you accepted. You know me well enough to know I wouldn't be here right now with you if I shared her opinion.” His voice was gentle, he only ever had that tone with her. After a deep consideration of his words Via slowly nodded against his neck. His embrace felt somehow familiar, the heat of his body, his smell. She felt safe. 

“Thank you, Master.” She managed to say clearly and she dared to put her arms around him as well. She couldn't tell how long he held her in his arms, but his hold never lessened. 

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[lila-lou]

✨ His only exception - Pt. 8/? ✨

Summary: 12 months ago, Butcher went above and beyond to have you join his team. You had a simple office job at Supe Affairs. The same thing every day, working from 9 to 5 and watching Butcher and his team defeat one renegade after another. One evening, however, something changed.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! - bit of smut, Soldier Boy being a dick, drunk Reader, Language, jealousy

Word Count: 4344

A/N: This is part 8 of “His only exeption”.

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

The next few weeks passed without any significant incidents. While you kept arresting a few renegade supes, there was still no sign of Homelander. Sure he still appeared in public regularly, but it seemed like he was always one step ahead of you. Before you arrived he was already gone. As if he had vanished into thin air.

When Vought announced two weeks ago that Homelander would be busy reorganizing the Seven for the next few weeks, Butcher and his team waited a few days to see if there's actually no news around him. When nothing happened, Butcher had decided to give you all a well-deserved, albeit short, break.

Butcher stayed at home with MM. The two of them just wanted to have a few days of peace and, like old times, brighten up their evenings with a lot of alcohol before MM's daughter came to visit.

Frenchie surprised Kimiko with a trip to Paris and they haven't been heard from since they left. The two probably never got out of the hotel bed.

Annie traveled with Hughie to the mountains of Austria, where they rented a small wooden cabin. They wanted to hike, ski, get pampered at the spa, and just pretend to be a normal couple for a few days.

For your part, you had actually planned to visit your family, but since they were in the middle of moving, you decided against it at short notice. However, you didn't want to stay in the apartment either. You didn't want to crash Butcher and MM's men's group, nor did you want to constantly watch football games and trip over beer cans.

You didn't know what had come over you, but after everyone else had left and you had no idea what to do with your newfound free time, you argued with Ben for over 30 minutes, begging him to take you to Brazil. It had seemed like an eternity since you had sand beneath your feet, and after what you had done to Homelander, traveling to a foreign land alone wouldn't have been all that wise.

"Fine! But you'll leave me the fuck alone", Ben hissed before slamming the door to his room in your face.

Unfortunately, it became clear early, that going on vacation with Ben wasn't a good idea.

You've barely spoken to each other since the kiss. Your communication was limited to the essentials and, above all, to what was important for your job. Ben would never have admitted it, but you actually hurt him in some way with your actions. And although he couldn't explain it to himself, he felt even worse than after the Countess's betrayal.

You had been trying to apologize to him for days, but he just wouldn't listen to you. Even his favorite whiskey and a ridiculously expensive cigar couldn't calm him down.

At some point you just gave up.

The only problem, whatever the cause, was that you had now developed a crush on Ben. A damn major one.

It was harder now, to be ignored by him for weeks and watch him crawl deeper into his shell and become an even bigger asshole. But the worst part was, it was your fault.

“Fucking hurry up! I have to pee”, Ben banged on the bathroom door way too hard. It was your second Day in Brazil and way too early for that loud noise.

The two of you had a small beach house in a holiday resort right by the sea. It was beautiful and relatively quiet, but unfortunately only had one bathroom and one bedroom, so you slept on the couch and Ben chased you out of the bathroom for the second time in a row.

“Give me 5 please”, you whined, getting out of the shower.

But Ben had absolutely no nerv to negotiate with you. With a strong tug he pushed the door open. You had just enough time to wrap your towel around yourself before he came running towards you, finger raised. Despite the fact that the vacation was supposed to be relaxing for both of you, Ben's temper hadn't nearly disappeared by the second day.

“If I say I have to pee, then I have to fucking pee. Fucking now, not in five minutes!”, he hissed, his finger in front of your face as he looked down at you. His gaze briefly flickered to your breasts, but found your gaze again as you pulled your towel tighter, your cheeks red. “I know you’re fucking old, but I didn’t thought you had problems with your bladder yet”, you answered him cheekily.

“Fucking old, huh?”, he raised an eyebrow and lowered his finger. “Maybe I should teach you some manners, fucking brat”, he cups your jaw in one hand and gently but firmly pushes your face upwards.

“Such a dirty mouth on such a pretty face”, he muttered almost absently as he examined your face.

A few weeks ago your thoughts would have been completely different, but now you wanted nothing more than for him to just kiss you again.

For almost two weeks, the anger you felt towards yourself and the whole situation with Ben was so present that whenever the two of you ever exchanged a word, your responses were always bitchy and sassy. Five days ago you even managed to get him to blow up because of you, like literally.

“Get your dirty hand off me”, you hissed as you collected yourself.

“Sure Sweetheart”, he innocently raised both hands in the air, winked at you and turned to the toilet. Shameless as always, he pulled down his sweatpants and boxers a little and peed right in front of you.

You couldn't take your eyes off him for a while as you looked at his best piece. Reluctantly, your mouth went dry as you saw his size.

Of course Ben felt your gaze, but said nothing, instead enjoying your attention to the fullest, as well as your speechlessness. Ben knew he had a lot to offer and your reaction was pretty much identical to the one he usually got from women. The difference was that right now, his dick wasn't even hard.

It wasn't until he flushed the toilet that you were snapped out of your, more than dirty, thoughts. “Can I please get ready now? I’m hungry and want to eat breakfast”, you grumbled, tightening your grip on your towel.

Ben just rolled his eyes and washed his hands, leaving you alone in the bathroom.

The rest of the morning passed without further fights and ended in a relaxing afternoon by the pool.

With his legs crossed and his phone in his hand, Ben looked sideways at you as you lay on the lounger next to him, unzipping your bikini, to get your upper body tanned without streaks. You lay on your stomach, which is why everything important was covered anyway. Still, Ben obviously had a problem with it.

However, as you turned on your side, your bikini top hanging over the armrest of your lounger, Ben raised his glasses and looked incredulously at your back, which you turned to him.

“You fucking serious?”, he hissed at you.

“What?”, you turned onto your back so he had a perfect view of your bare chest as you looked up at him with innocent eyes. In fact, you had absolutely no ulterior motives at that moment, you just wanted to tan pretty much everything you could.

You could hear him take a sharp breath to calm himself before he spoke. “The pool is full of fucking wanker and you take off your fucking clothes? You're fucking flaunting yourself like a fucking little slut". As soon as he finished his sentence, he had already thrown his towel over your upper body.

You raised an eyebrow when you saw the more than annoyed expression on his face.

“And why do you have a damn problem with that?”. While you waited to see how Ben would react, you folded your arms over the towel.

Ben opened his mouth to tell you why you shouldn't be half-naked here by the pool, but it wasn't just the blood loss in his head caused by the tantalizing sight of your perfect breasts that thwarted his plans; simply the lack of a proper reason.

Why did it actually bother him? After all, you weren't his girlfriend. He also didn't give a shit about his image right now, so he didn't have to worry about being seen like that with you. So why did your actions trigger him so much?

"Just…just get fucking dressed", he grumbled, jaw clenched, pushing his sunglasses back into place as he tried to ignore his almost painful erection in his trunks.

With an annoyed groan, you decided to follow his instructions, as you had absolutely no nerve for another unnecessary and nerve-wracking argument with him. “Yeah, whatever”, you grumbled to yourself before turning back to your cocktail.

The next time Ben looked at you from his phone, he noticed that you had fallen asleep. He rolled his eyes, stood up, pulled an parasol over your lounger and looked around. Slowly but surely he was getting bored and no one wanted Soldier Boy to be bored.

It didn't take long before he had the prospect of a nice pastime. Less than five feet away from him sat two absolutely hot, young blondes whose eyes were staring at him lustfully. Ben knew that they would be absolutely easy. Confident and full of himself, he walked towards the two girls, while you fell further and further behind in his thoughts.

About two hours later, you slowly woke up from your restful nap. You had to blink a few times before you could look away from the now setting sun. “Ughhh”, you grumbled and stretched. Your eyes wandered to the parasol, which was no longer of any use, but still made you smile briefly. Ben must have set it up for you.

You ran your hand through your hair and looked around. The pool and bar were starting to get emptier and if you looked at your phone you knew why. Most people probably just ate dinner.

You stayed on the lounger for a while, wondering where Ben had gone and whether he would show up again soon. As he still wasn't back after about 20 minutes, you figured he was definitely drinking somewhere and decided to take a shower before starting dinner. After packing your things, you walked towards your little beach house, weak in the knees and feeling like you were walking on clouds. It was by far one of the most relaxing afternoons ever and you almost felt full of energy.

When you entered the house and heard some intense noises, you didn't want to go any further. You should have just left the house again.

Nevertheless, your feet carried you to the bedroom door.

The scene in front of you unfolded with an intensity that bordered on primal. Ben's movements were relentless as he pounded into a blonde, young girl, his hips driving forward with a fervor fueled by raw desire. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the air, punctuated by the moans of pleasure that spilled from the lips of all three. Meanwhile, the woman beneath Ben's skilled touch was lost in ecstasy, her body arching with each thrust, her red nails digging into the sheets as waves of pleasure washed over her. But even as she surrendered to the pleasure coursing through her veins, her lips found purchase elsewhere, trailing kisses along the curves of the other girl’s body, laying with spread legs in front of her. The other woman, lost in the throes of passion, arched her back as the sensation of warm lips and skilled tongue danced across her skin. Pleasure rippled through her body, building with each flick of the tongue, each gentle nip of teeth. Her hands tangled in the sheets as she surrendered to the intoxicating sensation, her moans mingling with those of her companions in a symphony of lust.

As you stood in the doorway, frozen in shock, a whirlwind of emotions tore through you with dizzying force. The sight of Ben entwined with two women ignited a fierce storm of jealousy, its flames licking at the edges of your composure. Your heart hammered painfully against your ribs, each beat echoing the ache of longing and desire you had buried deep within.

As your eyes met Ben's, a surge of heat flooded your cheeks, betraying the tumult of emotions raging within you. His smirk, equal parts charming and mischievous, sent a shiver down your spine, but it was his bold invitation that jolted you back to reality. "You wanna join?". His words hung in the air, as he watched you with an intensity that made your heart race even faster.

With a forced smile that barely masked the ache in your chest, your voice barely a whisper as you replied, "I think I'll pass".

Without waiting for his response, you turned on your heel, fleeing the room.

As you emerged into the sunlight, the salty breeze washed over you, offering a fleeting moment of respite from the storm raging within, you made your way back to the bar, the taste of bitterness lingered on your tongue, a reminder of the jealousy that gnawed at your insides. Each step felt heavier than the last, weighed down by the burden of your own conflicting emotions.

As you reached the bar, you sank onto a stool. With a weary sigh, you signaled the bartender, your voice barely above a whisper as you ordered a drink, anything to numb the ache in your heart. After the bartender set the drink before you, you wrapped your fingers around the glass, the cool condensation soothing against your trembling hands. With each sip, you felt the tension slowly ebb away, replaced by a numbness.

After a few too many drinks, you were feeling pleasantly buzzed, the world around you a blur of laughter and neon lights. With a carefree grin plastered on your face, you stumbled out of the bar, the cool night air a welcome relief against your flushed cheeks.

While you made your way back to the beach house, your steps were anything but steady, weaving a drunken dance along the sandy path. The stars above winked down at you, their twinkling lights adding to the whimsy of the night.

As you stumbled into the beach house, a wave of dizziness washing over you, you were greeted by the sight of Ben lounging on the couch, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He took a casual drag of the joint between his fingers, the smoke curling lazily around him. With a smirk playing on his lips, Ben reached for the small mirror on the coffee table, deftly arranging a few lines of coke with practiced precision.

As he leaned back against the cushions, his gaze fixed on you, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "Hey there, sunshine", he drawled, his voice thick with amusement. "You look like you've had one too many. You smell like it, too".

You couldn't help but chuckle at his observation, the alcohol dulling the edge of embarrassment that threatened to creep in. "Guilty as charged", you replied with a playful wink, sinking into the nearest chair with a contented sigh.

As the night wore on and the alcohol continued to flow, the atmosphere between you and Ben grew increasingly charged.

With a mischievous glint in your eye, fueled by liquid courage, you couldn’t resist the urge to tease Ben about what you had seen earlier. “So, Soldier Boy”, you began, your words slurring slightly as you leaned in closer, “those two… girls in the bedroom earlier… quite the party, huh?”.

Ben’s demeanor shifted instantly, his playful expression darkening slightly. “Mind your own fucking business, sweetheart”, he growled.

But fueled by alcohol and a stubborn streak a mile wide, you pressed on, emboldened by the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins. “Come on, Ben” you persisted, your words tumbling out in a drunken torrent. “I thought you were all about having a good time. Or is it only fun when it’s on your terms?”

With a grin, you leaned in closer, the scent of alcohol lingering on your breath as you teased him further. "Oh, come on, Ben", you taunted, your words dripping with sarcasm. "Don't be such a prude. I'm sure you've got some juicy details to share".

Ben's jaw clenched visibly, his fists tightening at his sides as he struggled to rein in his temper. But despite the anger burning bright in his eyes, there was a hint of curiosity lurking beneath the surface, a desire to play along with your dangerous game.

"Fine", he bit out, his voice tight with barely-contained frustration. "You want to know how it went down? I'll tell you". His words were sharp.

But instead of backing down, you leaned in closer, your gaze locked with his as you egged him on, your own jealousy bubbling just beneath the surface. "Go on, then", you challenged, your voice dripping with false bravado. "I'm all ears". And as Ben launched into the sordid details of his escapades with the two women, you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy gnawing at your insides. But fueled by a potent mix of desire and defiance, you pushed aside your own insecurities, determined to play the game until the bitter end.

"Hmm, sounds like you had a blast", you remarked casually, your tone deceptively light as you leaned back in your chair, feigning indifference. "I guess those girls were lucky to have you for the night".

Ben's gaze flickered with surprise at your response. But before he could respond, you rose from your seat with a playful sway, the alcohol lending a buoyancy to your movements.

As you made your way to the bathroom, you couldn't resist one final jab, your words echoing through the room with a hint of mischief. "Oh, and Ben", you called out over your shoulder, your voice teasing and light-hearted, "next time, try not to settle for such cheap thrills. You could do so much better than those two bimbos". With that, you entered the bathroom to undress.

As you fumbled with the zipper of your dress, struggling to free yourself from its confines, you were startled by the sound of Ben's voice behind you. Leaning against the doorframe with a predatory glint in his eyes, he watched you with a mixture of amusement and desire.

"Having a bit of trouble there, sweetheart?", he teased, his voice thick with innuendo as he sauntered closer, his gaze never leaving your form. "Need a hand?".

Despite the alcohol coursing through your veins, a shiver of awareness shot through you at his proximity, your skin prickling with anticipation. With a playful roll of your eyes, you shot back, "I can handle it, thanks".

But Ben wasn't deterred by your feigned indifference, his smirk widening as he closed the distance between you. "You know", he murmured, his breath hot against your ear, "I'd much rather be fucking that tight little pussy of yours right now. But since you won't let me, I guess I'll have to settle for something else, even if it's cheap".

His words sent a thrill of desire coursing through you, your cheeks flushing with heat at the raw intensity of his confession. Despite your better judgment, you couldn't deny the pull of attraction that simmered between you, a potent mixture of longing and forbidden desire.

With a playful swat to his chest, you shot him a coy grin over your shoulder. "Dream on, Soldier Boy", you teased. "You'll have to try a lot harder than that to win me over".

As Ben closed the gap between you, his fingers brushed against the zipper of your dress, a bold gesture that sent a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. With a swift motion, he pulled the zipper down, the fabric of your dress falling to the ground, revealing your perfectly young body clad only in lace panties, your breasts bare beneath the sheer fabric.

A smirk played on Ben's lips as he took in the sight before him, his gaze roaming hungrily over your exposed skin. "Well, well, well", he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. "Look what we have here. Seems like you were hiding quite the little treat under that dress of yours."

His words were laced with a hint of arrogance, a reminder of the power he wielded over you in this moment of vulnerability.

With a playful roll of your eyes, you shot him a grin, your own desire mirrored in the depths of your gaze. "Like what you see, Ben?", you teased, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Or is it too much for your fragile ego to handle?".

Ben's smirk widened at your challenge, his fingers tracing a path along the curve of your hip with tantalizing slowness. "Oh, I can handle it just fine, sweetheart", he replied, his voice thick with promise. "In fact, I think it's about time you found out just how much I can handle".

And with that, he pulled you into his arms, his lips crashing against yours in a heated kiss that left you breathless and wanting more. You found yourself too drunk and too overwhelmed to push him away. His kiss was demanding, lacking the tenderness you had hoped for, but the alcohol had already clouded your judgment.

Feeling his strength, Ben effortlessly lifted you, his supe abilities making you feel like a feather in his arms as he pressed you against the sink. The cold porcelain sent a shiver down your spine, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Ben's touch. You moaned softly as his lips moved against yours with a sense of entitlement, his hands exploring your body with possessiveness. Despite your hazy state, a part of you couldn't help but feel uncomfortable with the way he was handling you, but you were too lost in the moment to protest.

"Finally getting a taste of what you've been missing, huh?", Ben murmured between kisses. "You should have given in sooner, sweetheart".

His words stung, a reminder of the power dynamic at play between you.

As Ben's lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses and lingering marks, you squirmed in his grasp, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort coursing through you. His actions were rough and possessive.

"Ben", you slurred, your voice barely a whisper as you struggled to form coherent thoughts. "What are you doing?".

But Ben paid no heed to your question, his lips finding their way to your collarbone as he continued to trail kisses along your skin. With a grunt, he lifted you effortlessly, his strength making you feel like a ragdoll in his arms. As he carried you towards the bedroom, you could feel his arousal pressing against you, a reminder of the desires that drove him. Despite your intoxicated state, a sense of unease gnawed at the pit of your stomach, a voice in the back of your mind warning you of the dangers ahead.

"Relax, sweetheart", Ben murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. "I'm just showing you a good time".

His words sent a chill down your spine. But as Ben's lips crashed against yours once more, you couldn't help but lose yourself in the heat of the moment, the alcohol dulling your senses and clouding your judgment.

As Ben threw you onto the bed with a force that bordered on roughness, you let out a startled gasp, the impact sending shockwaves of sensation coursing through your body..

His eyes blazing with hunger as he rid himself of his shirt, revealing the sculpted contours of his chest. He hovered over you, his gaze intense and hungry, as he trailed kisses down your chest, his lips leaving a fiery trail in their wake. Your breath hitched in your throat as pleasure surged through you, a quiet moan escaping your lips at his touch.

"Mmm, that's it", Ben murmured. "Let me hear you".

With a satisfied smirk, Ben continued his exploration, his hands roaming freely over your body. His lips trailing lower, igniting sparks of pleasure with every kiss.

Just as Ben's lips reached the hem of your panties, you abruptly grabbed his wrist, pulling him up to meet your gaze with a frustrated growl.#

"What?", Ben asked, his tone tinged with annoyance as he met your gaze.

"Be gentle", you slurred. "Please, Ben", you begged, your voice trembling with vulnerability. "Just this once".

Ben's suspicion grew as he registered your unusual request. "What's the big deal?", he demanded, his voice tinged with frustration. "You've never been shy about what you want before".

You hesitated, feeling exposed and vulnerable beneath his scrutinizing gaze. "I've never… done this before", you admitted, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Ben's eyes widened in realization, a smirk playing on his lips as he pieced together the puzzle. "Ah, I see", he remarked, his tone laced with amusement. "Virgin territory, huh? Well, aren't I lucky".

With your inhibitions dulled by alcohol, you found yourself unable to protest, resigned to whatever fate awaited you.

As Ben began to pull down your panties, a smirk played on his lips as he watched your slick folds glisten in the dim light of the room. "Looks like you're more than ready for me, princess", he murmured.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰 I loved this Chapter ._.

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Part 9

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A flame for going home.

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

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A/N: This thought invaded my mind this morning and I couldn't function until I wrote it down.

I should work on other things but this was everything I could think about the whole day.

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Word count: 1.2K

Pairing: Jake x female!reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ONLY, graphic sexual content, oral (f!receiving).

Summary: Frustrated Jake needs you more than he needs air.

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It was the middle of the night when he finally came home.

The alarm clock on your bedside table signaled it was 3:25 AM.

And oh, you could tell he was pissed.

But you already knew that.

You knew that because, when you had texted him asking if he was coming home for dinner, he had replied with a single word.

No.

Usually, he never replied like that.

His love for unusual eccentric words often translated into long elaborated texts that sounded more like intricate handwritten letters from a lost time than quick words that traveled through the ether at the speed of the light.

This time it was different.

And, of course, you knew better than pissing him off even further by calling him.

You knew he wouldn't answer anyway.

So you ate what you had cooked alone and put his portions in the fridge, ready to be reheated for him when he finally came home.

Hours upon hours in the studio often resulted in him coming home frustrated beyond belief, often upset with himself or his brothers because something hadn't turned out as perfectly as they wished. So you didn't worry too much about it.

You had settled up everything for a relaxing bath for him too, in hopes to soothe his sleep.

He always had so much trouble sleeping when he was frustrated like that, even if he was really tired.

A hot bath usually calmed his nerves and helped him lull himself to sleep.

The sound of the front door slamming shut was what roused you from your slumber, along with a loud thud, probably caused by his guitar case being abandoned rather violently on the entrance floor.

You swore to yourself you'd stay awake to wait for him, but sleep had the best on you.

You heard him make his way up the stairs without a single word.

You tried to untangle yourself from the mess of blankets to stand and greet him with a sweet kiss.

You managed to sit on the edge of the bed but before you could stand he was already by the door.

Even in the low light of the room you could see that his jaw was set, his mouth a straight line.

“Hey baby, how are you? Dinner is in the fridge, let me get it ready for you.” You said, slowly peeling the covers from your body, your voice raspy and filled with sleep.

“I don't need that right now” he said, his voice was so razor sharp and harsh that you felt a pang of hurt in your chest.

He moved. His long strides brought him closer in a second. His sulken eyes rounded by dark circles pierced your soul and made you shiver.

You saw as his eyes darkened even more as his gaze traveled to your exposed legs.

Your heartbeat picked up.

Suddenly he dropped to his knees right in front of you using the covers that had slipped off the bed as a pillow and buried his face in your lap, inhaling deeply and holding his breath for a few seconds.

The sudden contact of his freezing skin with the hot one of your bare thighs made you gasp and shiver. Your hands buried into his hair and started massaging his scalp.

His hands grasped your hips and squeezed them so tightly you were sure he was leaving marks in their wake.

He tugged you swiftly towards the edge of the bed and his deft fingers hooked into your panties.

Then his eyes met yours from below silently, pleading with you to end his misery, pupils blown out and lips swollen from a day of biting and torturing the skin there waiting for this moment that had seemed every second farther from his grasp.

You knew what he was asking you and you nodded.

He needed it.

As soon as you nodded your head, he tugged at the fabric of your underwear, bringing it down your legs at record speed.

When his tongue finally made contact with the warmth between your legs, he groaned loudly and you gasped.

His hands tightened on your hips as he brought his face impossibly closer to you, inhaling deeply and humming at your taste. Your hands tightened in his hair.

“Jake” you whispered but he didn't separate from you. If possible, he pushed himself even further against you.

You didn't know how he managed to breath, but in all honesty it looked like breathing was the last thing on his mind at that moment.

His warm tongue never ceased to stroke your heat, paying close attention to your clit and drawing mindless shapes against and around it.

The hint of his mustache was driving you crazy.

The whimpers leaving your lips mirrored the little breathy moans and groans he let out against your damp skin.

When his scorching hot tongue slipped inside of you and his blunt nails dug into your skin, you came with a sweet tired chant of his name on your lips.

But he didn't stop.

His eyes flicked briefly upwards but he didn't even come up for air.

He delved right back in with no other care in the world that wasn't to feel you, taste you and breathe you in for the rest of his life.

Your body fell backwards on the bed and he moved closer. He moaned softly against your skin as your legs instinctively closed around his head, the vibrations of it making your back arch and your grip in his hair tighten.

You couldn't see it but his eyes rolled back the more you tugged at his hair and the more your cunt gushed for him. He drank you in relentlessly like he was trying to quench a never ending thirst.

He gifted you three orgasms that night, one more mind blowing than the last.

Then when he had had enough and you were trembling and had tears of pleasure streaking your cheeks, he slumped on the bed and wrapped you in a much awaited hug, breathing heavily.

“I needed that so bad, angel. Thank you” he whispered against your neck.

You didn't have words to answer him. His talented tongue and mouth had erased every little bit of sanity you still possessed.

You simply kissed him and tried to fix his disheveled hair.

An indefinite amount of time later you detangled yourself from him with a quick peck on his lips and a smile that he mirrored. You slowly made your way downstairs on wobbly legs, ignoring his grumbling about staying there with him.

You got him some snacks and a bottle of water and returned upstairs.

When you rounded the corner and entered the bedroom you were met with Jake’s sleeping form sprawled underneath the covers, his breathing deep and even and his face buried in your pillow.

He had the most beautiful and peaceful smile on his face as he slept soundly with your sweet taste still on his lips.

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can I ask for prefect oc giving reward for his vice prefect/gf (any female idol you want, but I want Jihan if you could) due to their excellent performance keeping the school free from problems

(Btw, the reward is very naughty with ends with something white inside her nether region)

Weeekly Jihan - Teacher's Pet

Hope you enjoy anon Weeekly Jihan x m!reader —————————————————————————- "No running in the halls! Two feet between you at all times. No PDA! You there — I said slowdown!"

Her voice rang out through the halls and could be heard from almost anywhere in the building. It was music to your ears, your favorite student keeping all the misfits in line. Sadly for you, that would soon be coming to an end. Jihan was in her last year of Highschool, and pretty soon, she would be moving on. Jihan was the school's prefect and was the one to greet you when you first arrived. You didn't want her to go. The thought of her not being there next year made you depressed, but there was nothing you could do. You just had to make sure that wherever she went, she would never forget you.

Now standing in your classroom door, you called her over.

"Jihan! Come here for a sec!"

She turned to face you and smiled. Jihan had such a beautiful smile that made your heart melt every time you were graced by its presence.

"Good morning sir. What did you need?"

Being called sir still felt a little strange. You were only a year older than her and even held the role of prefect at your school the year prior. You weren't sure if being teacher's assistant was really worthy of such an honorific, but you liked hearing it all the same.

"I need you to stop by my room at the end of the day. I have a class now in a few minutes, but I have a sort of going away present for you. Make sure you come alone, I didn't get one for anyone else and I don't want to get in trouble for giving you special treatment."

"Yes, of course! Thank you sir. I'm really looking forward to it!"

"It's my pleasure, believe me. I'll see you at the end of the day."

"See you then!"

With that, Jihan headed down the hall to whatever class she had now. You couldn't help but watch as she walked away. Her ass was so plump and round, bouncing with each step. You wished you could reach out, grab her by the hips, pull her onto your desk and fuck her brains out In front of everyone. She'd probably be even more into it than you, getting the chance to show everyone she really was your favorite. However, if everything went to plan, it wouldn't be long until you had your chance.

RING RING

The bell rang out to signal the end of the day. Students began to pour out of the classrooms and into the hallways. The sounds of loud voices and slamming lockers filled the building. After a few minutes you heard a quiet knock at your door.

"Come in!" You yelled out at the sound of it opening.

"Hey, it's me, I'm here like you asked." Jihan spoke softly, closing the door behind her.

"I'm so glad you could make it. Come take a seat."

You smiled and pointed to a chair right in front of your desk.

"So, before I give you your gift, I want to hear your plans for after high school. I'm curious to see where you're going."

"Well, I'm planning to go to the same college that my dad went to, it's a good one with a good scholarship program, so it should be cheap enough for me."

"That's great! Are you planning on dorming or are you living at home?"

"I'll be staying at home. The school is only about a 45 minute drive from my house. It will be a little annoying to have to drive every day, but it will be so much cheaper I think I'll manage just fine."

"Oh so you'll be sticking around? Well I really am glad to hear that."

Jihan flashed that smile you loved so much.

"Now, for your gift."

You handed her a small baby blue box with red tissue paper peeking out the sides.

"Thank you so much! The box is so pretty! Can I open it now?"

"Yes of course! I'd be terribly disappointed if you didn't."

She opened the box and peered inside. A black strapless crop top with a matching pleated skirt. She held up the top to get a better look. You could tell from the expression on her face that she genuinely loved it.

"Oh my god it's so cute! Thank you so much! You really didn't have to get me all this though, it seems like too much."

"You're my favorite student, and I'm going to miss having you around. When I arrived here in January, you made my life so much easier. Plus you did such a great job keeping the school running well. So, I wanted to do something nice for you. Truthfully though, it wasn't entirely for unselfish reasons. Why don't you try it on and see if it fits ok?"

"Here, right now!?" Jihan's face went beet red.

"I'd love to see how it looks on you."

She looked around the room and then back at the clothes.

"I suppose... Just don't laugh. Promise me."

"Of course, I wouldn't dare."

"Ok, turn around so I can change."

You turned your back to Jihan and walked over to lock the door. You waited there patiently until you heard the sound of clothes rustling and her footsteps coming toward you.

"Ok, it's on."

You turned back around and couldn't help but stare. It fit perfectly. She was stunning.

"What do you think?"

"I think... I've never seen something so beautiful"

Jihan giggled and you could see her cheeks turning red once again.

You grabbed her and pulled her close to you.

"You really are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I've been trying to hold myself back, but I can't do it any longer."

You kissed her, deeply and passionately. Your hands roamed her body, grabbing and touching every inch of her that you could reach.

"Mmmmph! Ah! Sir!"

You picked her up and carried her to your desk, making sure to give her plump cheeks a proper squeeze on the way. You laid her on her back and slowly pulled the skirt you had just given her back off, revealing the sexiest pair of panties that were already stained by her juices.

"What kind of dirty girl wears panties like this to school? Were you hoping for something like this today?"

You had to take a second to admire the sight of her, lying in her underwear, waiting for you to take her. Her beautifully toned midriff on full display just begging for your attention. You walked around the desk to her side and reached your hand into her panties, feeling the soaking warmth of her folds. You took the opportunity to give that midriff the love it deserved, slowly running your tongue from her belly button to the bottom of her top. You could feel her shiver as she let out a moan, her desperation getting stronger.

You slipped two fingers into her entrance while sucking on her belly button. You curled your fingers in a "come here" motion, hitting that special spot deep within her. She gasped loudly and dug her fingers into your arm. You could feel the heat and wetness in her panties intensifying. She was so close. You could feel her tightening and her legs beginning to shake. Just a little more, and she would be putty in your hands. You kept the pace, continuing to leave kisses on her perfect tummy, while slamming into her g spot again and again. Her juices dripping down your hand.

"I'm, oh my god. Oh god I'm so close. I'm gonna cum."

"Then cum for me, let it all out."

A few more thrusts and she was done. Her juices coated your arm, your desk and the floor below. She was panting heavily and her whole body was shaking. She laid there, briefly unable to move.

"Wow, I, I'm sorry, that's never happened to me when I do it myself. I didn't expect it to feel that good." Jihan said, still panting.

"If you can still form a sentence, then clearly, we aren't finished yet."

You pulled her off the desk and bent her over. Pulling down those soaked panties and exposing her gorgeous ass. You gave her left cheek a light smack before pulling down your own pants. Your cock sprang free and stood at attention, fully erect and ready to ravage her. You lined your head up with her entrance and pushed your way in. Her tight cunt squeezed your member.

"Ah, mmmgh, yes, fuck me."

Her voice was strained. Her moans and grunts filled the room. Her ass bounced with each thrust and her legs were shaking. Her knees were threatening to give out, but you weren't done with her just yet. She had been holding back this whole time.

"I want to hear you scream, Jihan. Tell the whole school what's happening. Scream."

"Yes! Oh god yes!"

You grabbed her by the hips and rammed yourself into her. Her juices flowing freely down her legs. Her pussy squeezing and sucking on your cock. The walls of the classroom seemed to shake with the force of your thrusts. Jihan screamed and cried out. Her legs finally giving way and leaving her suspended by your strength alone.

"Don't stop! I'm cumming again!"

"I'm close too, so cum with me. Let me hear you."

Your thrusts became more erratic. Her voice grew louder, the sounds of her moans and screams echoing in your mind. With one final thrust, you slammed into her deepest part. You released yourself, coating her walls with your seed. Jihan's whole body tensed, and she screamed as she came for the second time. You both stayed like that, for a couple of minutes, panting and recovering. You were the first to speak.

"Are you ok, Jihan?"

"Yeah, just a little sore."

"Do you want to sit down for a bit?"

"Please."

You sat on the edge of your desk and pulled her down into your lap. She leaned back against your chest and put her head under your chin. You wrapped your arms around her and held her tight.

"You know as much as I love that top on you, It's really about time it came off."

You pulled the shirt off of her and tossed it aside. Your hands finding their way to her breasts. They were soft and supple, and fit perfectly in your hands.

"God you're so beautiful." You whispered softly in her ear.

She let out a soft moan and melted into your touch. You continued to caress her perfect tits. Rolling her nipples between your fingers and kissing her neck. She squirmed and moaned in your lap.

"That's a good girl. Tell me what you want."

"I'm ready to go again sir."

"I don't think you're gonna be able to refer to me as sir anymore after today."

"But you're the teacher."

"Doesn't mean you can't call me sir while we fuck. I love the idea of being called sir while I'm fucking a student, especially one as cute as you."

"Yes sir."

You lifted her up slightly, just enough to allow room to slip your cock back inside. You lowered her back down and started to move. Slow and steady thrusts, allowing you to savor every movement and the feeling of her tight pussy wrapped around you.

"You're such a good girl. Taking my cock so well."

You reached a hand down to rub her clit while the other massaged her breasts. She let out a loud moan.

"Oh, fuck, yes, sir."

"You like being told what a good girl you are?"

"Yes sir. I'm your good girl."

"That's right. My good little slut. And I'm gonna make sure everyone knows who you belong to."

You thrust your hips upwards. Increasing the speed and force of your movements. Her moans were growing louder, the room was once again filled with the sounds of her voice. Her juices flowed freely, dripping down your shaft and coating your thighs. Her pussy squeezed your cock.

"Fuck, you're so tight. Your cunt feels amazing."

You could feel yourself getting closer. Her body shook. Her muscles tensed. She was close as well.

"Cum for me, Jihan."

"Oh god yes! Fuck, fuck, ah, sir!"

She screamed as she came, her pussy contracting around you. Her body spasmed and she writhed in your arms. Her screams of ecstasy sent you over the edge.

"Fuck, Jihan!"

You thrust into her one last time. Buried to the hilt, and shot rope after rope of your seed inside her. You both sat there, panting and sweating, trying to catch your breath.

Jihan was struggling to speak. "That was amazing. I'm not sure if I can move. I definitely don't think I can stand right now."

"Just stay here like this for a while. Savor the moment."

You pulled out of her, and watched as your cum slowly leaked from her.

"As much as I'd love to stay here forever, you should get dressed. I don't want anyone else seeing you like this. Especially not another teacher.

"Of course, sir."

You helped her get cleaned up and dressed. Once she was decent, you took her in your arms and gave her a deep kiss.

I hope you can still come visit me after you leave for college. If you ever need some tutoring or even just help de-stressing, you know where to find me. 

[okieedokes]

i’ll take care of you | john egan x f! reader

summary: you take care of Bucky after a fight (will probably write a pt 2)

warnings: swearing

word count: 1,386

requests and messages are open, enjoy :))

5:00 am

It was your favourite time of day. The sun was yet to rise, the camp enveloped in silence. Wrapped in your cardigan, you traverse from your sleeping quarters to the infirmary, fingers clutching the fabric tightly. Your hands tremble, fumbling with the lock as the winds slam the door shut behind you.

Upon entering the hospital, you are shocked to see every bed empty.

You should’ve been happy; the soldiers you had grown to love over the past few weeks that you had been stationed there, were all in good health. However, the vacant beds stirred feelings of unease within you, knowing there was a mission scheduled this morning.

You tried to keep busy by pre-filling syringes with the necessary medicines while humming softly to yourself.

As you begin to settle into the familiar routine, a sudden commotion from outside the building interrupts. The sound of argument draws nearer, and you instinctively listen.

“Get your dirty fucking hands off me, Curt, I said I’m fine!”You hear one man growl, clearly resisting against the other.

“Hey, I won’t let you lead us over Germany until you get checked out.” You hear an Irish voice reply firmly.

“Yeah, fuck that!” The another retorts.

You step back from the door, as they scuffle outside, silently hoping they won't catch you eavesdropping.

You watch them struggle against the handle before collectively throwing a man to his knees before you.

As you rush to help the man to his feet, the others vanish before you can even catch a glimpse of their faces.

“Gosh, are you okay?” You ask, placing the soldier's arm around your shoulders to assist him in standing.

"I'm sorry, miss. My buddies have this sick game they like to play where they—" His voice trails off as his gaze meets yours, and in that moment, you become acutely aware of the proximity between your bodies as you stand face to face.

“It doesn’t matter, I’m Bucky.” The soldier's droopy eyelids betray his inebriation, but his striking handsomeness distracts you.

“What happened to your head?” You are used to the attempts at flirtation from lonely soldiers and have become a master at deflecting them. This instance was no different.

“I fell,” Bucky says, smirking, aware that the bruise forming underneath his brow was the mark of a fistfight.

“I see…”You reply with sarcastic deliberation.

“You have a two-centimetre laceration above your left eye; it will need stitches.” You determine, placing a hand to his temple as you examine the wound. Bucky flinches at your touch before relaxing, resting his tired head against your palm.

“C’mon, let’s get you comfortable.” You mumble, taking the soldier's hand in yours as you guide him to the nearest cot.

Usually, you wouldn't extend such tender treatment, but you couldn't help feeling sorry for Bucky, as it was clear he was in pain, not just physically.

“You never told me your name.” He winces as you tend to his wounds with a wet rag.

“It’s not like you’ll remember when you wake up.” You remark playfully.

“I have a hunch I might," he replies, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. You roll your eyes and retrieve one of your prepared syringes.

“Close your eyes; I’m gonna help you get some rest.” You hum as you administrator the morphine into his arm.

“Good night, sweetheart”, Bucky mumbles as he succumbs to the medicine.

You don’t hesitate in stitching the wound above his brow, knowing that the pilot would be needed within a few hours. As you worked, you couldn’t help but graze his features with your fingers, taking in every detail of his perfect face. You stroked his forehead and played with his hair as he slept soundly, thankful that he was the only patient who required your attention.

His soft snores were oddly comforting, akin to a gentle lullaby, prompting you to rest your head against the soldier's side before drifting off yourself.

8:07 am

You awake to the gentle shakes of your fellow attendee, presumably just starting their shift. Your cheeks flush with embarrassment as you realise you'd fallen asleep on the job. However, what truly mortifies you is the sight of the soldier's empty bed. You cringe at the thought that he might have seen you in such a state.

“You best get organised, dear; I think it will be a busy day.” Your fellow nurse warns, gesturing to the sounds of explosives erupting from above.

“Yes, ma’am.” You answer before rushing to your station.

The day goes by as predicted. Soldiers were carried in by the dozen, all in various stages of injury. You barely have time to think as you rush between patients, attending to everything from scrapes to bullet wounds. Amid the chaos, your thoughts drift back to the pilot from that morning.

Was his mission successful? Or could it have gone even worse than imagined? The thought makes your stomach churn.

As the unsettling notion sinks in, you busy yourself by tending to a patient's wound, though your hands betray your nerves with a noticeable shake.

“You okay there?” The man you’re attending to questions.

“Yes sir…I just…have you heard any news on Bucky?” You spill, not been able to contain your worries any longer.

“Oh, that son of a bitch? I got hit pretty early, so I don’t remember much, but he’s one of the best we got, I’m sure he’s already back, pouring himself a whisky.” The man chuckled, your concern seemingly lost on him.

"Thank you, sir." With a nod, you step away to treat another patient, but the worries linger in your thoughts.

Before you knew it, the infirmary was quiet again, and you were relieved of your duties. As you journey back to your quarters, you start to wonder if the whole interaction was a dream conjured by your loneliness.

That is, until a hand grasps your shoulder. You turn to face Bucky. The cut above his eye was healing well, and you felt relieved that last night's encounter was, in fact not a delusion.

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you everywhere; they wouldn’t let me go in.” He pants, gesturing to the hospital.

"Ah, yeah, it's been quite busy," you mumble, suddenly nervous as you stand before the Major’s imposing figure.

"Hey, about last night, I wanted to apologise. You shouldn't have had to deal with that," he says, his eyes cast down, clearly ashamed.

“It’s okay, I’m sorry I couldn't be of more help in the morning…” You watch as a grin graces his lips.

“Oh yes, I woke, and your head was resting against me. It was very sweet.” He recounts, and your cheeks burn red.

"I meant to say goodbye, but I didn't want to disturb the sleeping beauty," he adds with a sheepish smile, eliciting an embarrassed giggle from you.

“Anyways, I came to ask your name and if you would join me for a drink?” He offers.

His enticing grin makes the offer hard to resist. However, you're mindful of the expectations regarding sharing drinks with a soldier, choosing to maintain your distance to avoid potential heartbreak.

“I’m sorry Major, but I’m not one for mixing work and play.” You reply, avoiding his gaze.

“If you think my intentions are unhonourable, I promise you I just want to get to know the kind girl who looked after me this morning.” He teases lightly, yet his eyes convey sincerity, filling you with a warm, comforting sensation.

“If you’re not a drinker, can I at least accompany you on a walk?” He adds, extending an arm for you to grasp.

"Why not," you concede, intertwining both your arms with his as he leads you down the path.

"So, tell me about yourself, Y/N," Bucky begins, and you freeze at the sound of your name, which you had never disclosed to the Major.

"How did you get my name?" You ask, astonished.

"Well, I asked around the cockpit this morning. Turns out you have more admirers than just me," The pilot admits.

Your heart sinks at the realisation that among the many pilots you've conversed with, Bucky was the only one who ignited sentiments within you.

This boy already had you under his spell.

[beyourlightbaby]

Thank My Lucky Stars

Pairing: bts ot7 × fem reader

Word Count: 2,685

Summary: You're on your period and the boys do everything they can to make you feel better.

Warnings: mentions of menstrual cycle (I honestly dk if periods need warnings? But better safe than sorry), menstrual cramps, reader goes through extreme mood swings but mostly just fluff.

A/N: Honestly, I started my period two days ago and was wishing that I had a bf to take care of me and stuff, and the next thing I knew, this fic wrote itself. It's definitely very self-indulgent lol, and basically everything the reader does is what I've did so far lmao. I hope this fic makes you atleast half as happy as it made me! P.S. It's been a ridiculously long time since I've written, and it's my first time writing for bangtan, so go easy on me!

Today was just another day. You wake up from your bed, feeling fatigued. Ugh, why does my body ache all over, you think to yourself, getting up from the bed as you stretch. You feel the tell tale sign of cramps in your abdomen, but dismiss it immediately, as your period wasn't due for the next two weeks. You brush your teeth and wander out of your room mindlessly, wondering what the boys were up to.

You find Taehyung in the living room, watching TV. “Good morning,” he says with a smile as you flop down on the couch next to him. “morning,” you grunt back. Taehyung, being the cuddly person he is, wraps his arm around you like he usually does, only for you to shrug him off. “Aw, why won't you let me hold you?” he whines, pouting at you. “Sorry Tae, but I'm not feeling good.” “Then it's the perfect time for cuddles! It's bound to make you feel better! C’mere” he says as he drapes himself over you again but you end up wrenching himself out of his grip, looking mad. “I said I wasn't in the mood for cuddles, Taehyung!” You yell at him. Taehyung flinches and looks hurt. Realising what you just did, you thought to yourself, Damn, why did I just snap at Tae like that? He didn't do anything wrong, he was just being his usual self. What's wrong with me? “Tae, I'm sorry-” but before you could finish your sentence Taehyung runs off to his room and slams it shut. You smack yourself for hurting Tae as you slumped back onto the couch.

You just sit there for a while until Hobi tapped you on your shoulder. “Y/N-ah?” You snap out of your thoughts.“What?” you bark at him. “Are you feeling alright?” “Why wouldn't I be?” you ask, slightly irate. “It's just that I went to your room and saw the covers stained.” he says softly. Oh. That's why I've been testy all morning. But it wasn't supposed to arrive until two weeks later! Ugh, I hate this. “I know that you would have cleaned it up already if you had noticed, but since you didn't, I'm assuming you didn't see.” “Yeah” you looked down, embarrassed. “Sorry you had to see that.” Hobi lifts up your chin. “Hey, don't apologise. It's just your period, something which you naturally go through. You don't have to feel bad about it, okay?” You nod. “Good. Now you should probably freshen up. Go to the bathroom, I'll bring you some clothes and a pad. Which one do you need?” “I can get it myself-” Hobi shushes you. “Shower. Now. I'll get you what you need.” “Oh-kaayyyyyy bossy pants.” You give him a mock salute before walking off. He smiles at you, relieved that your period hasn't ruined your sense of humour.

In the bathroom, you turn on the shower and let it wash away all your worries, sighing appreciatively at how good the hot water felt against you. Then you hear a knock. “Y/N? I brought you your stuff.” You momentarily turn off the shower and slightly open the door, to reveal Hobi holding out your clothes, his face promptly averted from the door. You retrieve them from his hand. “Thank you Hobi!” you say and move to close the door, but he stops you. “Wait! You didn't tell me which pad you wanted, and you didn't have any left in your supply either, so I just bought a pack in every variant from your usual brand.” He says, and holds out a bag filled with pad packs of varying types. You find yourself internally going awww at his thoughtfulness, and after picking out what you need, you call out to him. “Hobi?” “Yeah?” “You're the best.” “Aw, it's nothing, Y/N. Now go shower!” He says and runs off, leaving you giggling in his wake.

After a nice hot shower, you change into a comfy hoodie and shorts, feeling significantly better than you did before. But that exact moment your cramps decide to hit you. “Ughhhhh”, you lean against the wall with a groan. Jungkook, who just woke up, spots you and rushes to support you. “Y/N! What happened? Are you alright?” he asks concernedly, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to steady you. “nnnnghhh. Period. Cramps.” you manage to croak out. “Oh no, that sucks,” he says as he gingerly picks you up. “Where do you wanna go?” “Room” you say, and bury your face in his chest. He slowly walks to your room, gently placing you on your bed and tucking you tightly under the covers. As he turns to leave, you grab his hand. “Stay, please? I don't wanna be alone.” He gives you a reassuring smile as he lies down next to you, gently rubbing your back, lulling you slowly to sleep.

You wake up to someone softly pushing your hair out of your face. Blinking open your eyes, you realise it's Jimin. “Hey. Did I wake you up?” “Yeah, but I don't mind. What's the time?” “About 11, I guess.” He kisses your forehead softly. “How are you feeling now?” “A little better, but still sore.” Jimin looks at you sadly, bummed that he can't do anything that'll make your pain go away. But he can distract you from it.

“I brought you something.” He holds out a box that you recognise as one from your favourite bakery. Your eyes light up in delight. “Hobi hyung told me you didn't have breakfast, so I got you your favourite black forest cake.” He opens the box and picking off a piece with a fork, he offers it to you. You eagerly open your mouth and chew it, suddenly realising that you were hungry. He feeds you about two pieces before declaring that was enough or else you wouldn't eat lunch. He wipes away the cake crumbs from your lips and grins widely at the content smile on your face. “What are you grinning at?” you ask him. “Nothing, it's just…. I like seeing you smile.” You blush and duck your head, feeling shy. “I love you, Chim.” you mumble softly. “I love you too, Y/N-ah.” He brings his forehead to yours, booping your nose softly with his.

“Y/N? Are you awake?” You recognise Tae’s voice. “Come in!” Taehyung shuffles into the room, looking uncharacteristically hesitant. Before he could say anything, you start, “Tae, I'm so sorry for snapping at you like that. I swear didn't mean to-” he cuts you off mid sentence by planting a soft kiss on your lips. “It's alright, Jungkookie told me. I understand. You don't have to apologise.” You shake your head. “I do, though. You were hurt and it's my fault. I feel bad about it. Can you forgive me, please?” He giggles, and pats your head. “There's nothing to forgive, silly. I'm not mad at you. I am claiming my cuddles though, Jungkook told me you let him hold you!” You chuckle, “Come here, you big baby.” He moves to get into the bed before stopping. “Oh crap, I forgot why I came here. Jin hyung told me to ask you if you wanna come for lunch or if he should bring it to you. What do you say?” You think for a moment before replying. “You know what, I'm kinda bored of sitting in my room. I'll come! Just gimme a few, I wanna make myself presentable.” Taehyung gives you a once-over. “What do you mean, presentable? You look pretty as always.” “Oh yeah, my ridiculous bedhead and baggy eyes are soooo pretty.” “I don't care, you still look pretty.” You realise he isn't just saying that to make you feel better, but rather that's how you look in his eyes, and your heart melts. “Okay fine, I'm coming. At least let me use the restroom.”

You trudge slowly through the house, Taehyung's hand around your back. Everyone else except Jin is already seated at the table, apparently waiting for you. Their concern is evident in their eyes, but they seem to be content with Taehyung walking with you, so they remain seated.

You settle down in your chair, which you find has some soft pillows placed on it. You look around the table to find Yoongi looking away as soon as you meet his eyes, cheeks turning just a little pink. You smile to yourself, not saying anything. At that moment, Jin comes from the kitchen, bringing out various dishes and sets them on the table, giving you a comforting smile. You catch a whiff of your favourite dishes: kimchi jjigae, samgyeopsal, japchae, fried chicken, along with a pint of chocolate ice cream. “Oh, Jin, you shouldn't have troubled yourself so much!” Jin just smirked. “What makes you think it’s for you? Maybe I just wanted to cook a nice meal.” You pout at him, which makes him chuckle. “Of course I was joking, Y/N-ie. They were specially made for you.” he says with a comforting smile. You sniff slightly, which didn't go unnoticed. Jin, after sitting next to you, places a hand over your thigh and gives it a soft squeeze as if to say, “You're never alone.” You push back the tears and give him a smile. He heaps a good amount of all the dishes on your plate, handing it to you with a wink. You immediately dig into the food, sighing at how delicious they are. “It's official. I think Jin might be my favourite. He surely knows the way to my heart.” you exclaim, only half-joking. You certainly didn't miss the way his ears turned a bright red, a telltale sign that he is flustered. The others pretend to clutch their chest in offence, and you just laugh at them.

After a wonderfully fulfilling lunch, you settle on the couch once more, only to groan when cramps hit you again. “Aish, why does it hurt so much?” you accidentally voice your thoughts out loud. Yoongi, who hears it, fetches some more pillows to place them around so that you can sit down more comfortably. Before you could tell him to sit with you, he walks off. You sigh softly, knowing that he isn't big on openly showing affection. You're surprised though, when you feel someone tap your shoulder, and turn around to find Yoongi. “Hey.” “Hey yourself.”

“I thought this might help with the pain, so I brought you this.” He hands you a hot water bottle. You smile at him, realising that he'd rather show you his love through his actions rather than just being all lovey-dovey. “Thank you, Yoongi.” You wrap your arms around his neck, at which he turns slightly pink, but he hugs you back all the same. “Can I sit with you for a while?” he asked, rubbing his neck. “I thought you'd never ask.” You pull him down onto the couch, leaning into his side.

A few hours later, after Yoongi left, saying that ‘his affection quota for the day has been deplenished’, you are staring into space, debating whether you should go back to bed, when Namjoon walks into the living room, holding a steaming cup of what seems to be chai, guessing from the aroma wafting towards you. “Hey! How come I'm the one who's sick, yet you're the one who gets chai? So not fair!” you say, giving him sad puppy dog eyes. You definitely didn't expect him to stop before you and hand you the cup. “If you had just waited a moment before jumping to conclusions, Y/N-ah, you would have realised that I made this chai for you!” Your eyes widen. “Are you telling me that, you, Kim Namjoon, cooked something, without setting the entire kitchen on fire?!” “Hey!” he looks chagrined, and gives you a soft punch on your arm. “Is that so hard to believe?” he asks. When you just raise your eyebrows in response, he relents. “Fiiiiine, I might have had a little help, but it was my idea, and I did do most of the work! And anyway, it's the thought that counts, right?” “....riiiight. I do appreciate the chai, though.” You take the cup from his hands and take a small, careful sip. “Ahhhh, you definitely did a good job Joon, I love it.” He flashes you his usual dimpled smile, which never fails to set your heart fluttering. You pat the seat next to you. “Sit with me?” “I will, but there's something I have to take care of first,” he says and walks away. You look after him quizzically, wondering what he could have meant.

Moments later, he returns with a couple of blankets, and your favourite book. He plops down next to you, and you automatically rest your head on his lap. He pulls the blankets around you, wrapping you like a burrito. Once he makes sure you're all settled, he starts reading the book out aloud. As much as you loved reading on your own, listening to Namjoon read, in his comforting voice, is something you never get tired of. He softly plays with your hair, just the way you like it, as he reads through the book. You purr like a content cat, feeling warm and satisfied, slowly falling asleep.

When you wake up, it's late in the evening, and you find yourself sandwiched comfortably between Hobi, on whose shoulder your head is resting, and Jin, who's softly massaging your feet. Yoongi and Namjoon are sprawled on either side of Jin and Hobi respectively, eyes glued to the television, but both their hands behind you. You look down to find Taehyung squished between your legs. I guess he claimed that cuddle after all. Jungkook and Jimin rest on either of your knees, fighting with Tae for space.

You look around at them and your heart feels like it might burst out of your chest because you don't know what you must have done in your previous life to find these seven men. You start sniffling without realising, and before long, tears start streaming down your face. Jin notices and immediately wipes away your tears, looking concerned. “Love, what happened? Does it hurt too much?” The rest of the guys turn towards you immediately, their features etched with worry. “I know you usually avoid pills, Y/N, but do you need some right now? They could help.” Namjoon offers. “Maybe you just need another hot water bottle.” Yoongi moves to go to the kitchen but stops when you grab his wrist. “No, no, I feel good and all, it's not that. I'm just…so happy.”

“Eh? Why are you crying then?” Taehyung asks, confused. You sniff, unable to look at them. “It's just, you guys are so unbelievably sweet and loving! No one has ever taken such good care of me before, especially during my period, so I'm a bit overwhelmed, but in a good way. I just don't know what I did to deserve such amazing and wonderful, not one, but seven boyfriends. I don't even deserve you guys.” you start crying all over again.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Hobi rubs your shoulder soothingly. “Don't ever think that you're not worth all this, okay? You deserve everything, sunshine. You're the most beautiful, gentle, kind and caring person we've met, and frankly, we don't know how you manage to put up with all of our chaos!”

“Yes, Y/N, hyung is right! We are the lucky ones!” Jungkook exclaimed, giving you his doe eyes and bunny smile.

“We love you so much, Y/N-ah. Don't you ever forget that.” says Jimin, as he places a kiss on your thigh.

“I love you guys too. So much. You have no idea how much.”

“Oh, I think we have some idea,” Tae says, giving you his signature wink as you laugh and pull all of them into a huge cuddle. You close your eyes and savour the feeling of being surrounded by your loved ones, and thank your lucky stars for bringing them to you.

[intimacyequalsdeath]

hello! I was wondering if your could do # 30 ,31,34 for Bo Sinclair maybe a hurt comfort? If you want to of course have a good day!

Thank you for the request anon! I hope you like the request that I whipped up for you <;3 The prompts that anon chose for this request are: Prompt 30: "I'll take care of you, I promise" Prompt 31: "You're my baby" Prompt 34: "Do you like my hand on your throat?"

For future requests the prompt list is HERE

Notes: Minors DNI, NSFW themes, Hurt/Comfort so it gets a tad toxic in places but happy ending, No specific reader descriptions or pronouns as anon did not specify so hope that's ok anon <3.

TW: "Bitch" is used to call the reader but only once. Near death experience. Canon typical violence.

"Stay in the house"

Is what Bo had told you when he rushed back to tell you that one of the college kids who had drifted into town earlier in the day had escaped. He'd shoved you into a bedroom with a chaste kiss on your lips, a silent plea to stay put until he came and got you.

You figured that probably was about 30 minutes ago, and so far the house had been filled with dead silence as you waited for any sign of Bo, of safety.

Through the silence you could hear the undeniable creek of the stairs leading up stairs. You waited with baited breath as you knew if it was Bo he would've called out to you already. You fought to push away thoughts of scenarios in which the intruder was only here cause they managed to fight off Bo and Bo was laying hurt somewhere as you held you breath and waited.

Footsteps approached the bedroom you were hunkered down in as you slowly backed away from the door. As the person went you could hear each and every other door be pushed open then smack against the walls of their rooms until the intruder got to yours.

When the intruder pushed against your door, it didn't budge. Bo had locked it for you before he left the house/

'Who the fuck is in there?!" A voice yelled. You stayed quiet, not wanting to give yourself away.

Soon a crash was heard and dust jutted out from the old door. The intruder was no doubt throwing himself against it in hopes to break it down. You knew the door wouldn't hold for long, lord knows how long it had been since the Sinclair parents put the doors in the original house.

With a final crash the door fell to floor. You gasped as the intruder, a man, probably in his early 30s and way bigger then you stood in the doorway in place of it.

"P-please-" You can only thing to beg as the man barrels towards you.

"You bitch! Where are my friends?! what did you and those freaks do to them?!" He yelled in your face, slamming you against a wall with his hands around your neck.

"P-please I-I don't know! I promise!"

"Well that's fuckin funny huh? Do you like my hand around your neck ?"

Your hands tried their best to grasp at his, trying to pry his fingers from around your neck to regain your air supply as your vision started to grow fuzzy.

"P-Please" You pleaded one more time as the darkness began to creep in and you started to feel weaker and weaker.

When you had given up and lost all hope you were suddenly dropped to the ground as the mans hands disappeared from around your neck. You gasped your lungs full of air almost in disbelief you could breath again as you coughed and sputtered.

When you regained enough sense you peered up to look for the man and your eyes were met with the sight of the man on his back beside the bed with Bo over top of him using some sort of weapon on his face. Closer inspection would find that the weapon was a tire iron and Bo wasn't about to get off the man any time soon.

"Bo!" You could only croak out through your scratchy throat.

The noise brought Bo out of the violent trance as his head snapped over to you. He stumbled getting off the man and quickly made his way over before settling down on his knees in front of you with your face cradled in his hands.

"Oh darlin, shhhh it's ok, I'll take care of you honey I promise"

"B-Bo he- he almost-" Sobs wracked your body as he wrapped his arms around you.

"Shhh, he didn't though baby, I got here first."

"I tried to hide Bo, I did my best-"

"Don't talk like that honey, you did your best and you stayed put like I told you to ok? You did good baby"

"You saved me Bo" You mumbled into his chest as he lifted you off the floor.

"Course I did, You're my baby"

He carried you into another one of the bedrooms and told you to rest as he went to clean up the body. Vince would be peeved that Bo had ruined a possible wax figure but Bo could care less, as long as his baby was ok.

[imineffible]

Blitzo had probably stayed outside of Stolas' palace for about a couple hours. He screamed, begging to be let back in, and tried every window and door, but they were all locked.

He didn't mean it. He never thought lowly of Stolas - it's Stolas for fuck's sake! He's a Goetia, he's powerful, he's gorgeous, he's charming - Blitzo just never thought that Stolas could ever actually care about him like that, nobody ever has.

Once it was clear Stolas wasn't going to let him back inside, Blitzo yelled, "You know what? I don't even need you!"

He stormed off with no destination in mind. Eventually, he found himself at a bar.

He spent the rest of the night numbing himself with alcohol, sex, and he might've been slipped some drugs too.

Only when morning came did he think about going back to the I.M.P. office. Blitzo managed to stumble his way back unharmed.

Everyone else wouldn't even know anything was wrong. Loona was used to him not coming home on full moons and all of them were used to him coming in late the next day.

Blitzo opened the door and trudged in.

"Good morning, sir," Moxxie said with too much enthusiasm. "How did it go? Do we still have the grimmoire?"

Blitzo gritted his teeth. He ripped the Asmodian crystal off his glove and slammed it on the table. "We don't need the stupid book anymore."

"Is that-"

"Yeah. Sto-" Blitzo's voice cracked. "He gave it to me."

Moxxie and Millie exchanged confused looks.

"Why did he do that?" Millie asked.

Blitzo ignored her question and went into his office, letting the door slam behind him. He sat with his head on his desk and tried not to think about anything.

The first one to try finding out what happened was Moxxie, slowly opening the door as if Blitzo was some wild animal that would run if spooked.

"Sir?" he said softly after closing the door. "What happened last night?"

Moxxie looked surprised to see the tears in Blitzo's eyes when he lifted his head.

"Nothing," Blitzo said. "Go choose a client for us today or something."

"Blitzo... If you're this upset, I don't think that will help."

Blitzo groaned. "I don't care. If you won't pick a client, then go find something else to do that isn't in THIS FUCKING ROOM!"

Moxxie had never been one for confrontation, so it was no surprise that he left after that. Not long after, Millie was the next one to come in.

"Heya, boss," she tried to be casual. "How ya doin'?"

"I'm fine," Blitzo growled. "But if we're not killing anybody, then get out."

"Blitzo..."

"GO!"

She appeared annoyingly sympathetic and said, "I just think you'd feel better if you talked about it instead of sittin' around and mopin'."

Blitzo slammed both fists on the desk. "What do you want me to say, huh? You think I'm just gonna pour my soul out to you?"

Millie gave him a look of pity - which didn't make him feel any better - and left. He grumbled and hid his face in his hands.

It wasn't until a few hours after Millie tried that Loona finally gave it shot.

"Hey so... You've seemed a little... off today," Loona stated the obvious. "I didn't really believe it, but was I right when I said he was getting bored of you?"

Blitzo glanced up at his daughter. She looked uncomfortable and worried at the same time. He guessed he owed it to her as her father to tell her a little bit.

"No. No, it was... the opposite, basically, and I fucked it up, like I do with everything," he explained.

"Well, not everything. You didn't fuck up with me, right? ...Dad?" she added after a moment.

"Oh, Loony," he said, ready to start crying again. She let him give her a big hug.

After awkwardly patting him on the back a few times, Loona slowly extracted herself from the hug.

"Umm. So..." Loona said. "Are you feeling any better?"

Blitzo nodded and Loona smiled at him before leaving.

It was nice to know that he had people who cared about him, who will stay even when he pushes them away.

Maybe even Stolas wasn't fully out of his life yet. Maybe he could try talking to him again later.

It was unlikely, but maybe, just maybe, it could happen.

[tiredcatboysinc]

Drive to no where

Haaai :3c I've been on sort of a writing kick (mostly to procrastinate on my homework), so here's a fanfic rewrite for my shitty old Sniper(TF2)/Reader!

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Summary: "Couldn't sleep?" The sniper asked with a soft, reassuring smile. A huff leaves your nose as you look away, your brows furrowed aggravatedly. "I think god hates me..." You grumble, your mouth forming into a grimace.

Words: 888

AO3

Warnings: Light angst, Reader has depression and also smokes

You stare up at the ceiling of your room, your eyes hazy and burning from a lack of sleeping. A groan of impatience leaves you as you roll over onto your side, slamming a pillow over your face. It had been 2... No, 3 days since you had really gotten any good sleep. Maybe you'd had 4 hours combined? Either way, a lack of sleep wasn't helping your current mental situation. By which of course you mean you're utterly and hopelessly depressed. Clothes scattered your room, dirty cups and plates almost on every surface your can see, the whole room covered with a layer of scent that was disgusting, you were disgusting and you knew it. Some of your team members, mainly Pyro and Engineer, had offered to help you clean, but you couldn't take that offer. You knew your room would be back to this state in a matter of days, so there was no point in your mind.

Your teammates were worried to say the least, they wanted to help! They really did! But in full truth they didn't know how... The only one that seemed to understand you right now was Sniper. Sniper had dealt this thing before, unbeknownst to you of course, so he understood it was hard.

Another groan leaves your mouth and you throw yourself off your bed, leaning over your knees for a moment in contemplation. Fuck it, if you couldn't sleep than a smoke wouldn't hurt. Standing up from your bed you wobble slightly, this being the first time you had stood in hours. You grab some random, probably dirty, jacket from your floor before pulling your shoes on. A pause is given at your door while you dig through your jack pocket, yup, this one had your cigarettes in it. With that you exit your room and make your way down the halls, an exhausted look plastered over your face.

So many thoughts we're in your head, why did you have to go through this? What had you done to piss god off so much he threw this at you? Maybe god hated you, or maybe this was your own fault In some creual twist of fate. A grumble of curses is thrown out under your breath as you begin to open the bases door, only to be stopped by Sniper standing in front of the other side. You flinch back, your eyes widened in shock. "Couldn't sleep?" The sniper asked with a soft, reassuring smile. A huff leaves your nose as you look away, your brows furrowed aggravatedly. "I think god hates me..." You grumble, your mouth forming into a grimace. Sniper sighs, and steps out of the way so you can come outside. "Come on, roo. We're gonna go for a drive." You give Sniper a half surprised and half curious look at this, but don't argue and follow his lead.

Sniper leads you over to his caravan, opening the door for you which elicits a small chuckle from you. He always once to be a gentleman, even if he didn't look like it. As you buckle yourself in the passenger seat Sniper climbs into the driver's side, cranking the caravan and holding onto the wheel for a moment. "Sooo... Where you taking me, Snipes?" You questioned as your head pressed back into the leather of his seats. He hummed softly at this question, pulling away from the base and starting your drive.

"Dunno, just thought it'd be good to get you outta ya room." He smiled softly over at you, and you scoff at this statement. "I haven't been in my room for that long... Have I?" The days had sort of been blending together as of recent, and honestly you don't remember the last time you left your room if it wasn't for a battle. Snipers nods, his gaze on the road. "Yeah, it has been. I think the last time ya' left was about 4 days ago, love." He answered In a warm tone, no judgement or scorn in his voice. Maybe Sniper understood to an extent, you thought as you looked over at him with tired eyes.

A low, dissatisfied hum leaves your closed lips. You glance out your window and watch as everything moves past you, it made you feel better. At least it made you feel a tiny bit better, but a tiny bit of good is better than none at all you thought. "I didn't know it had been that long." You admit as you watch the landscape move past your eyes, trying to focus on one thing and failing as it moved by quickly.

Sniper nods, seeming to know what you were saying without saying it. "I know how ya feel, love. Depression is hard, it eats you alive, but I want ya' to know we're all here for you. No matter what, roo, I'm here for ya' at the least." His voice was filled with sincerity, his voice and words floating over you like a blanket of reassurance. Those words made you feel nice, they made you feel like everything would be alright. A soft hum leaves your lips, your eyes closing as your head leans into the headrest.

Sniper glances over and smiles, a gentle chuckle leaving his mouth. "Sleep well, roo, I love ya'."