#slam out every idea i had at once since i didn't want to put in actual effort. i only did the one single fix it part. 2k words. not the pla

[nanaslutt]

Bathtime

synopsis: When Uraume informs you about Sukuna's ability to lactate but his disdain for emptying his tits, you know exactly what to do to help

contains: fem reader, you're Sukuna's assistant, true form Sukuna, nipple play, lactation kink, masturbation, dry humping, mention of blood, dirty talk, sexual tension, porn with plot // wc: 6.6k

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Sukuna had grown quite irritable lately, more so than usual. It had been a few days since he started acting out, and you had no idea how to get closer to him to find out what was wrong. Sukuna wouldn't even let Uraume into his chambers to drop off his food, always making them leave it outside the door. It was a gamble whether he would even eat the food at all. 

Sukuna spent the majority of his time locked up in his room, or down the way at a nearby village, blowing off steam. This time when he came back though, he looked worse for wear. His face was in a permanent scowl, his muscles were twitching under his skin, and blood was coating every inch of his body. Not his, but he still looked rough. 

"Sukuna let me-" The king bumps his into your smaller body, making you fall back against the wall behind you, your arms reaching back to brace yourself. Uraume stood opposite from you in the room, catching your eyes before they fell to the floor. They kept their hands together in front of them, watching Sukuna's silhouette disappear from their peripheral vision. When the door to his chambers slammed shut, the loud sound echoing through the halls, Uraume let their gaze drift up as they made their way over to you.

"Are you alright?" They asked, brushing the dust off of your kimono. You ignored their question, your eyes latching on the outside of his chamber doors. "What is his problem? He's always grumpy but... this is new." You said, rubbing the ache from the back of your neck. Uraume sighed and placed their hands back together in front of them, putting some distance between the two of you.

"I know you haven't been this close to Sukuna-sama for very long, but this isn't out of character for him at times. There's a reason for it." You looked back over to Uraume, confusion evident on your features as you tilted your head to the side. "He- He doesn't like to acknowledge it, he's stubborn," Uraume said, averting their gaze. Their expression looked conflicted, their nose scrunched as they stared at the floor.

"Acknowledge what?" You asked, prying further. "Sukuna, he-" Uraume paused to clear their throat before they finished, "he lactates." It took a moment for their words to register in your head, but once they did, your jaw dropped. Just when you were about to question them further, they spoke again. "He knows he needs to drain them, but he hates the act of doing so. Which makes him ignore his problem. As a result, as you can imagine, the feeling is quite uncomfortable for him, making him more... grumpy than usual." Uraume explained, using the word you used earlier.

You opened and closed your mouth like a fish out of water, trying to find the right words before you spoke. "How long do these fits of his last?" You asked Uraume. The white-haired chef looked around at the walls that surrounded them, pondering. "His longest fit was two months. It was excruciating to try and care for him during that time, it always is." Uraume said, sighing. They sounded exhausted. 

You wanted to pat them on the back, you didn't know how they dealt with his attitude so well sometimes. "How does he go back to normal?" You ask, fidgeting with the fabric of your kimono absentmindedly as you speak. "All he has to do is relieve himself. He has pumps I keep in the kitchen. If he's ready, he'll come find them." Uraume said, suppressing an eye roll.

You felt bad the chef had to deal with this for decades. Just how many fits of his has he gone through while Uraume was at his side? He probably never thanked them either. You've always looked up to Uraume. They had the kind of elegance and patience you could only dream of achieving someday. You stared at the freshly swept floors of Sukuna's residence. The shiny black tile reflects the light from the chandeliers above you, blinding you. 

"I'll take care of it," You said vaguely, determination laced in your tone. Uraume's eyebrows furrowed together as they looked at you quizzically. "I hate to see you get treated so roughly by him all because he refuses to milk his tits." Uraume's eyes went wide, their hand shot up to block their expression from you, hiding the blush that crept up their face from your use of anatomy language for the man. 

"You- I don't know if you'll have much luck. He's a stubborn man." Uraume said, sounding like they were dismissing your idea. You were about to try and press them further when they spoke before you. "But if you really want to give it a go, I'll take you to where I keep his pumps." Uraume could swear your eyes shimmered at their words.

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You took a deep breath before rapping your knuckles against the king's quarters, immediately dropping to your knees, the pump tucked away in a bag, slung around your shoulder. "Sukuna-Sama, I ran a bath for you and I-" The door swung open before you could finish your sentence. The door slammed hard against the wall, making you close your eyes, your body tensing reflexively. You saw two sock and sandal-covered feet in your line of sight, making your heart race. 

"Let me help you wash up Sukuna." It wasn't uncommon for you to help Skuna in the bath, help him get dressed, other mundane tasks, so your proposal didn't seem out of the blue. You wanted to give your reason for asking, as you usually just assumed you would unless he said otherwise. But you guessed if you had added that you wanted to help him because he seemed like he was having a hard time lately, he would mistake it for pity, and your head would be severed from your body.

Only Sukuna truly knew your worth to him, so he would never do such a thing, but you thought otherwise. Sukuna huffed out a breath before he walked past you and took a sharp left, heading to the bathroom, where you had already drawn him a bath.

You sighed in relief when he turned another corner, now out of your view. You briefly wondered what the hell you were doing. Hands clasped together in front of you, you pushed open the cracked door of the bathroom. You were met with Sukuna's rippling back, covered in now dried blood from his earlier massacre, contrasting nicely against his pale skin. Your eyes dared to travel down further, starting from his heels, up the strong muscles of his calves, and the tight muscles of his as- 

Sukuna's glowing red eyes peered at you from over his shoulder, making you swiftly avert your eyes, finding the floor of the bathroom. It was hot in the room as you shut the door behind you, locking yourself in with your king. You couldn't tell if the heat you felt creeping through your body was from the steam around you, or something else. 

Splashing of water took you out of your trance and back to the man in front of you as he descended into the tub, the clear fluid overflowing around him, creating a mess on the floor. Swallowing whatever saliva was left in your dry mouth, you walked forward, making sure not to sneak up on him and instead walking around the side of the bath to set your bag on the chair in the corner of the room, a few feet in front of the bath.

You didn't dare to look, but you could feel Sukuna's eyes tracking your every move from the moment you were in his sights. You squeezed your fists into the fabric of the bag, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath as you tried to ready yourself to turn around and face him. 

"You're nervous." Sukuna's deep voice cut through the tense, hot room, creating goosebumps along your flesh. You turned on your heels, making eye contact with him. You tried to ignore the now pinkish color of the skin of his chest in your peripherals, his body warmed by the water around him. "Nonsense, it's just a little hot in here." You explained, making your way towards the tub.

When you reached the side of the bath centered in the room, you reached out to grab the washcloth hanging off the side, half submerged in the water. Sukuna's hand gripped your wrist entirely, his stronghold keeping you in your place. you didn't dare to even breathe. "Lie to me again, you won't like the consequences." You tried to keep your breathing steady as your eyes traced the rippled in the water around his knee.

You nodded, still averting your gaze. The only thing you could hear was how intense your heartbeat sounded in your ears. His touch had been so unexpected. If you weren't nervous before, you certainly were now. Sukuna squeezed your small wrist, cutting off your blood flow entirely for a moment, your hand throbbing at the loss of it. You could feel his eyes cutting daggers through the side of your face. Finally, he released you, placing his heavy hand back along the side of the tub.

You took the washcloth in your hand and walked around the tub until you were met with his wide back. You took deep breaths behind him, trying to steady your racing heart now that you were out of his sight at least. Unfolding the washcloth, already hot and damp with water, you reached out and placed it against Sukuna's skin, not missing the way his muscles contracted under your touch.

Taking care of Sukuna relaxed you, you felt most at a place like this. Your eyes traced the markings on his skin as you rubbed the dried blood from his body, collecting it on the washcloth. You leaned down to your side, crouching a bit as you dipped the rag in a smaller bucket of water, cleaning the blood off of it before you went in again. The water turned a pinkish color from the first wipe. 

"Relax Sukuna, you did a lot of work today." You said, trying to ease him as you rubbed the rag over his shoulders, your other hand holding atop his other shoulder. Sukuna all but grunted at your words, his eyes darting around in front of him, trying to find something worthy of stimulating his vision. Your body relaxed from his tame reaction, the hot water must be doing wonders on his chest. You decided to push your luck.

Moving to the side of him, you brought the rag over his shoulder and around his collarbones, ridding him of the crimson blood there. The water was a big moggy from the blood that had coated the rest of his body, making it hard to see into the water. You could only see blurry shots of his body parts when you dipped the rag into the water.

Sukuna was watching you again, and this time you hadn't noticed. You were too focused on your job at hand, that you failed to notice the piercing red eyes tracking you. You leaned over the tub slightly, reaching the blood that stained his other collarbone. Sukuna was exhausted. The hot water bordering on boiling his skin combined with your soft touch was lulling him away into a calmer headspace.

His chest ached, the feeling standing out like a sore thumb compared to how relaxed the rest of his body was. You noticed his hand on the tub opposite from you had relaxed, his arm now just resting along the side instead of gripping it. You peeked your eyes over at his neck, looking at his face through the corners of your eyes. Sukuna's breathing was even, and his face was still, his eyes shut. You knew he wasn't completely unguarded, he never was, but he was relaxing.

You dipped your hand into the hot water of his tub, your gaze finding his hard chest as you rang out the towel. You couldn't tell if his nipples were red from the hot water, or from his little predicament. Seeing as how his chest was above water though, you could make an educated guess. 

It looked so swollen. Sukuna's muscles were impressive, yes, but you were extremely familiar with his body, and his chest was larger than before. He had kept you away from him for almost a week, so you had failed to notice it before. The skin of his chest looked taut and almost stretched. You placed the rag just above his chest, your eyes finding his face to check if he noticed or felt anything displeasing.

When he gave you no reaction, you dragged the rag down his chest, maybe pressing a little too hard as you went down, but you were determined to ease his ache. You only made it about halfway down his chest before you were being restrained again. This time, Sukuna was more dramatic.

He shot up from the tub, the water reaching about his knees as he kept a strong hold on your arm, distancing you from his chest. Your heart had started racing again, this level of stress seriously couldn't be good for your health. Sukuna's lip twitched in disdain, his eyes sharp and pointed as he glared at you, his jaw muscles clenching under the weight of his teeth. 

You forced yourself to speak, "S-sukuna are you alright?" You asked, feigning ignorance the best you could with how in shock you were from his abrupt actions. Sukuna's breathing stayed quick, his gaze angry. He looked as if he was trying to see if you were being honest, if your words were genuine. More time went by, and his nails digging into your skin hurt you more than you cared to admit. Your arm throbbing where he grabbed you.

"Not. Not there." Sukuna said, sucking in a deep breath. You stayed quiet, mustering a confused look on your face. "My pecs. Do not touch them." He clarified, seeing as how you didn't understand his words the first time. You nodded quickly, keeping your lips firmly shut. It was only then that you realized you were face to face with his crotch.

Sukuna had been naked in front of you countless times, but that doesn't mean you got any more used to it. You've never fully got a glance at his... down there, always stopping yourself from leaning into your desires and looking at him. For some reason in this atmosphere, you wanted to look so bad. More so than you ever have before. You were usually good at curbing your arousal for the king, but it was growing harder and harder the more time you spent with him.

Sukuna squinted his eyes at you before he crouched back down, two of his hands grabbing the sides of the tub as he descended back down, his face now coming more level with your own. You softly pulled back against his hand, reminding him he needed to let you go.

He obeyed seconds later, his eyes staying locked on your face the whole time. Dipping the rag in the water, you swirled it around, pretending you were cleaning it off good before you spoke. "Sukuna-sama, may I ask you something?" You said softly, not wanting to irritate him further. Sukuna stayed silent. Your eyes found his when he failed to answer, that's when you noticed the curt nod he gave you.

Looking back at the rag, you rang it out with two hands, the water droplets creating rings on the surface. "Forgive me for asking, but why am I not allowed to wash you there?" You asked, furrowing your eyebrows as you spoke, trying to give him the impression you really didn't know his situation. "You're... there's still blood on your chest." You added.

Sukuna's eyes stayed locked on yours, an unreadable expression on his features. "The water will wash it away." He responded, ignoring your question. You returned his words with a short nod of understanding. You knew better than to expect Sukuna to admit to you he was in pain. He wouldn't even admit it to himself. 

You dragged the washcloth along the side of his torso, along his ribs just under his arm. Sukuna's lip twitched, the pressure from his chest extended to the side of his pecs as well, making your touch irritable, but Sukuna was able to control his reaction, miraculously. 

You noticed the water shift with him as he pushed his hips forward, sliding down into the water more as you scrubbed his body clean of the blood. "Would you like me to abstain from touching you here too?" You asked, keeping your eyes on his chest instead of his face when you asked the question. "If I don't want you touching me somewhere, you will know," Sukuna said, his eyes squinting at you as he spoke.

Before you could stop yourself, you let out a soft laugh. More like a soft breath of air passing through your nose, but the small smile on your face made the sound have a direct correlation. You corrected yourself immediately, clearing your throat you distanced yourself from his body a bit and dipped the towel back into the water.

Walking around the other side of the tub, going behind him to escape his gaze for a moment, you started cleaning the blood off of his left side. You pressed your fingers along the sides of his ribs, making small circle motions almost at the end of his pec, giving him small relief through the discomfort. Sukuna was now staring at the ceiling, his jaw bulging under the weight of his teeth each time you pressed against the side of his sore pec.

Just when you were about to move on to another part of him, as you were dragging your hand away from the underside of his chest, a small white drop of fluid dripped down his chest and met with the water below him, right next to your hand. You froze in place, watching how the milky color faded into the crimson water, becoming the same shade.

You peeked your eyes up and noticed Sukuna was still looking away, meaning you could investigate a little. Biting your lip, you repeated the same action, rubbing right under his chest. This time though, you kept your eyes on his red nipples, as you had a pretty strong indication of what had happened, and you didn't want to miss it this time.

As you pressed against him, sure enough, another white droplet dripped down his chest, following the same trail as the last. The small droplet left an off-white streak along his pale skin. You pressed your thighs together, you had no idea the sight would be so erotic. Hell, you were starting to think you were going to be unsuccessful in your endeavors with getting to relieve Sukuna.

While you were ogling his tits and subtly rubbing your thighs together, trying to diminish the heat that was forming between your legs, Sukuna had dropped his eyes on you. You were foolish to think he wouldn't feel himself lactating, and especially stupid if you didnt think he wouldn't pick up on how you repeatedly rubbed him in the same spot.

Sukuna watched carefully as milk spilled from his chest, your watchful, lidded eyes not missing a single second of it. "Are you having fun?" His voice echoed in the hot room, making your hair stand on edge at the sound. You swallowed hard, slowly retreating your hand away from him. You let your eyes trace his tattooed skin up and up and up, until you were met with his face, which looked almost amused.

"You planned to do this all along didn't you?" He accused, making your eyebrows shoot up in shock. You distanced yourself, dropping the rag in the tub with him as you waved your hands in front of yourself. "N-no Sukuna, I just- I noticed it just now." You explained, looking anywhere but his face. "I put the pieces together just now. Y-you told me not to touch your t-" You quickly corrected yourself, about to use an extremely inappropriate word to describe your boss's pecs.

You cleared your throat before you spoke. "-Chest, and when I saw the liquid just now I-" "What did I say about lying?" Sukuna interrupted, making you find his eyes swiftly. You furrowed your eyebrows together, a drop of sweat sliding down your face. "Do you think I wouldn't hear you talking to Uraume in the hall? You were a mere ten feet away from my quarters, you think my hearing is so inefficient?" 

You felt all the blood drain from your face, your jaw falling open in tandem, you were going to die here. "Looks like I wasn't hearing things then," Sukuna smirked, your reaction giving everything away. Your skin was vibrating, and the heat you felt between your legs was gone in an instant, only fear remained inside of you.

Sukuna smiled, resting his head in his hand as he looked you up and down. "Well? Aren't you going to defend yourself?" He asked, a smug look on his face. 

You decided it was now or never, he was already for sure going to kill you. Might as well fess up. "I- if you knew, why did you let me go when I touched your chest the first time? Surely you knew my intentions." You asked, keeping your distance. Sukuna's smile grew, smile lines forming around it. "It's fun to tease you." He said shamelessly like the sadist he is. You swallowed hard, resisting the urge to look away from his intense gaze.

"Uraume tried to talk me out of it. If you're going to take this out on anyone, take it out on me. I couldn't stand seeing you treat them so harshly, so I took your pumps and ran you a bath, hoping I would be able to relieve you somehow." You blabbed, keeping your hands firmly in front of yourself. Sukuna clicked his tongue in his mouth, his eyes having a darker look in them after your confession.

"I half-assed ambush." He responded. "Just how did you think you were going to get those horrid things on my chest without me noticing? Hm?" Sukuna asked, his tone becoming harsher when he spoke of the pumps. You took in a deep breath and turned your head to the side, looking at your bag which had the pumps tucked away.

"Worst case I was going to ask you straight up and see if you cut my head off or not." You replied. Sukuna laughed at how casually you spoke to him, you must really think you were going to die. "But you surmised deceiving me would be better than being direct?" Sukuna challenged, his eyes giving you a one-over while you weren't looking. 

The atmosphere had gotten hot again. The heat started returning to your body the longer you stayed alive. Why hadn't he taken your life yet? You looked back to him and nodded, not giving him any more of your reasons, you had spoken enough. Sukuna dropped his hand back down along the side of the tub and tipped his head back, his slanted eyes staring at you from behind his bottom lashes.

"Ask." He said curtly, his fingers tapping along the side of the tub. You blinked at him, considering his words carefully. After a long beat of silence, you spoke. "Sukuna-Sama, may I help you relieve yourself with the pumps?" You asked, keeping your eyes on his. His toothy grin made you throb under your robe. "No." He replied. You still kept your eyes on him, challenging him.

"Ask again." He demanded, tipping his head to the side. "Sukuna-Sama." You paused at his name as you figured out the meaning behind his words. His disdain while he spoke about the pumps must mean he didn't want to use them, but what other way was there? Possibly he couldn't mean...

"Can I relieve you?" You asked, leaving out the part about the pumps. Sukuna released a soft laugh, amused and impressed at how quickly you had figured out what he wanted you to ask. "And how will you relieve me?" He pushed further.

The vagueness in his words made you fight the urge to press your thighs together, a fire burning hot between them. "Anyway, you'd like me to, Sukuna." You replied, not even daring to blink as you tested him. Sukuna licked his lips before tipping his head back down, looking at you straight on. "What are you waiting for then?" He challenged, his knees poking out the top of the water spreading to make room for... something, or someone.

You slowly walked up to the tub, your eyes never once leaving his. "Perhaps we should change the water first." You replied, leaning down to the drain on the outside of the tub. Sukuna's hand grabbed the back of your neck firmly as you leaned down, stopping you from moving any further. "That won't be necessary." He replied, pulling you upwards.

"You aren't afraid of a little blood are you?" He teased, one of his eyebrows raising in amusement. You shook your head, placing your hand on his that still held the back of your neck. Sukuna released you, the smile still evident on his face. Your heart was racing a million miles a minute. He wanted you to get in the tub with him right? That's why he said that? What if you were interpreting his words wrong? What if-"

"Get it. Keep me waiting for another second and I'm changing my mind." Sukuna's deep voice reverberated through your body, shutting down any insecure thought that popped into your head. He was fibbing, there was no way he could go any longer without having his chest milked, he was so sore but his teasing was the only way to get you to hurry up.

You pulled the bow keeping your robe together undone, the thick fabric falling off of your body, exposing a thinner, white robe underneath. Sukuna felt saliva start to pool in his mouth, he could see the figure of your body almost perfectly now, and he would see it even clearer once you got in the water with him. You kicked the kimono to the side and grabbed the edge of the tub.

You swung your leg over it, dipping it into the blood-stained water. Immediately the temperature made you tense the muscles in your leg as you inhaled a sharp breath. "There you go." Sukuna said softly, his large hand grabbing your thigh, pulling you into the bath with him. If the atmosphere didnt feel tense and intimate earlier, it sure as hell did now.

You slipped on the bottom of the tub when your foot reached the bottom, your kimono getting drenched with the water around you, making the fabric sheer as you reached out and Grabbed Sukuna's shoulders, bracing yourself. Sukuna tsked, blinking away the water that had splashed in his eye before your waist was being grabbed with two hands and you were pulled into the water, your thighs straddling his pelvis, just above his...

"Didn't know you could be so clumsy." Sukuna teased, making your face turn bright red as you retracted your hands from his shoulders, sitting back. He kept a strong hold on your waist, keeping you against him. "I wonder what else you're hiding from me." Sukuna purred, tiping his head at you. You swallowed hard before looking down at his chest, swollen and irritated.

It felt like millions of little needles were pricking your skin from the heat, but the sight of Sukuna's chest in front of you distracted you enough for the pain to not feel unbearable. "How- how do I go about..." You stuttered softly, fidgeting with your hands in front of you. "Ask your question in a way I can understand. You aren't a child." Sukuna retorted, making you scrunch your eyebrows together in embarrassment.

His glowing eyes on you didnt help how nervous you were feeling. "The liquid that came out of them earlier, what was it?" You asked, backtracking to make sure you knew exactly what you were dealing with. Sukuna looked unimpressed, staring at you like you were dumb. "What do you think? Surely you can't be that dense," he responded. You felt the vein in your head throb, was he incapable of answering a question straight on?

You were hesitant to ask your next question. How you should get the milk out. Usually, mothers would breastfeed or use a pump to get the milk out, was it really the same for Sukuna? "Why do you produce... milk?" You asked, reaching out slowly before softly placing your hands on his chest with featherlight pressure.

"I'm not a mother if that's what you're asking," Sukuna said, a hint of humor behind his deadpanned answer. You didn't even know he was capable of making jokes. "Of course not." You responded, softly squeezing his chest, resulting in a long inhale from the man underneath you, his nails digging into your waist.

Sukuna's eyes fell to your chest, which was not soaked with the water and sheer. Unfortunately for him, you were wearing a bra, but the sight of it through your now-see-through clothes was a treat nonetheless. "Just do what you feel is right." He answered your unspoken question, his eyes lazily sliding back up to find yours.

With a nod, your eyes left him and dropped down to his tatted chest. You unknowingly wiggled on his lap before you groped his chest harder, resulting in Sukuna rolling his head to the side. You pressed the tight muscles together, rubbing his chest in circles, trying to increase his blood flow there. Sukuna's eyes shut halfway at the painfully pleasureful. 

You worked your hands from the outside of his chest inward until you reached his nipples. You felt yourself throb between the legs repeatedly, the pace almost matching that of your heartbeat. You had no idea how worked up this would make you. Sukuna winced, almost unnoticeably, when you squeezed your hands right around his nipples, a white stream trickling down his chest.

You wanted to apologize, but once again didnt want him to feel self-conscious about feeling the pain. Sukuna rolled his eyes, his lip twitching at the feeling of his tits being milked bringing him relief in more ways than one. His cock had been hard from the moment you had started bathing him, his teasing and your facade of not knowing what you were doing to him only riled him up more. 

The pressure of your hands stimulating his irritated chest outweighed the pleasure with the discomfort, leading Sukuna to grip your waist harder and groan. "Use your mouth, this method is insufficient." He growled, his voice coming out more hoarse than before.

He wanted you to... suck his nipples? You knew better than to ask any follow-up questions, Sukuna was clearly irritated enough. He was at his breaking point. You squeezed your thighs around his torso, trying to press your clit against his lower tummy to bring yourself some relief, completely forgetting that his body was a part of him and he could feel everything you were doing.

Sukuna stayed silent about your arousal for now. With a soft nod, you leaned forward and latched your lips around his nipple, waiting a brief moment to gather yourself before you sucked. Sukuna immediately groaned, and you made a noise of surprise as his milk flooded your mouth, the taste of it sweeter than you imagined.

Sukuna's hand pressed firmly against the back of your head, his low groans filling the bathroom as you sucked harder, your tongue lapping over his nipple occasionally, soothing the bud. Sukuna groaned through his teeth, his head tipping back as he relished in the feeling of his chest being milked. 

Countless times he's had to relieve himself with the pump, and never once has it ever felt like this. Sukuna's cock twitched repeatedly with the need for attention each time you suckled around his nipple. "Yeahhhh, yeah this is doin' it." Sukuna groaned, shaking his head back and forth as he looked down at you. You peeked up at him, moaning around his nipple as you did your best to make eye contact with him, your eyebrows furrowed.

"Can't tell who this is for with how much yer rubbin' on me." Sukuna teased. He was right, you had been so absorbed in sucking on his chest that you failed to realize you had been steadily humping against his lower abdomen, giving your clit some much-needed friction. You stopped and pulled off of his chest the moment he exposed you, his hand still holding the back of your head.

Milk dripped out from his nipple, running down his chest. "I didn't say you had to stop, did I?" He corrected, raising his eyebrows in an unimpressed manner. "I told you, didn't I? Do what you have to do." 

You nodded quickly with a hot face before you leaned down and latched your lips around his other nipple. A loud, long groan was released from Sukuna's longs as you started sucking, some of the milk you were unable to swallow spilling out from your lips and down your chest. Sukuna pulled his lower lip between his teeth, his eyes threatening to roll back in his head at the nipple stimulation.

You heard a sloshing sound behind you. At first, you thought it was your body creating the noise now that you were grinding your cunt on his pelvis freely, but you quickly realized it was something much different when you felt his hand repeatedly bumping against your back. Sukuna was jerking off. 

"So eager huh?" Sukuna teased, his voice much darker and needier now. Sukuna was wasting no time with teasing himself by taking things slow, your tongue flicking against his nipples made his balls ache with the need to drain them, so that was exactly what he was going to do. Pulling back from his chest you sat up and began tweaking with the swollen buds, making milk leak down them.

Sukuna's hips jolted under yours, making your body jump against him. "Almost there, they're almost empty." Sukuna nodded, his eyes fluttering in their sockets. You weren't sure if he was talking about his situation under the water, or his chest. Nonetheless, you leaned forward and took a nipple back into your mouth again, sucking harder, trying to drain him completely. 

Your own humping was thrown off as Sukuna began fucking up into his fist, the tip of his cock poking you in the back each time he did so. The water sloshed around you, spilling out on the floor from the tub. "Uh-huh. uh-huh, keep sucking, keeeeep fucking sucking." Sukuna demanded, his head falling back along with his jaw.

His jerking was sporadic now. You moaned and whined around his nipple, your sounds coming out choppy and high-pitched from the movement of his body under yours. His pelvis was bumping forcefully against your clit, it almost felt like he was fucking you like this. "The other one, suck the other one, do it now." Sukuna groaned, his nails digging against your scalp, leaving a mean tingling sensation against it.

Sukuna's chest felt empty and much less taught than before, the previous throbbing all gone, save for the throbbing of his nipples from the pleasure you were giving him. Your lithe fingers tweaked the nipple you weren't sucking as you obeyed him and switched to the other, only getting small drops on your tongue now. You had truly sucked him dry. 

Sukuna's hips lost their rhythm, his body going taught under you as his arm went stiff, doing the best he could to jerk himself up to his high. His jaw fell open further and his eyes rolled back in his head. A long, deep groan was released as he came. Long white ropes of cum shot out from his cock right against your back. He rubbed his tip against your skin while he jerked himself off, working himself through it with your help.

His cum mixed in with the water around him. His balls twitched and clenched as they pushed out every last drop of his cum. Pulling away from Sukuna's nipple you pressed both hands against his now empty chest and started humping against his lower stomach, his hard pelvis muscles rubbing perfectly against your clit, making your head spin.

"Nghhh- S-sukuna-" You cried absentmindedly, resulting in a large hand smacking over your mouth, followed by an amused laugh. "Yeah yeah, get yourself off on me but be quiet about it, don't need anyone else hearin' you cry my name," Sukuna said breathlessly, his hand still holding the base of his now spent cock as he watched you finish yourself off.

His hands around your waist tightened and helped you rub yourself along his muscles when he noticed you were having a little trouble the closer you got. "You gonna cum?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows at you, a hint of neediness in his voice. You nodded, your moans getting muffled by his hand. "Cum then, I'll help you," Sukuna said, pressing you harder against him, bringing more friction to your sensitive clit.

Your eyes rolled back in your head at the feeling, now only seconds from crashing down into your high as you rubbed your needy pussy on him. Sukuna nodded at you, his jaw falling open in a small o, occasionally cracking into a small smile as he watched your eyes and eyebrows twitch and furrow in tandem. 

Your hand left his chest to wrap around his arm at the last second to ground yourself as your orgasm hit you. "There you go." Sukuna drawled, smiling to himself as your body jerked forward and your hips stopped moving on your own. He helped you move against him. Each time your throbbing clit bumped into his lower abs while you came another loud muffled moan was caught behind his hand. 

When you tapped repeatedly against his large arm, he loosened his grip on your waist and released your mouth. A string of saliva connected from your lips to his hand, something you would've been embarrassed about if you were in a clearer mindset. 

Sukuna pat your ass a few times under the water, trying to coax you back into the real world. "That felt good, huh? Looked like it felt good." Sukuna teased. Your eyes were all out of focus and your chest rose and fell heavily with every deep breath you took. "Don't get sleepy on me now, still gotta clean this mess up." 

You wanted to roll your eyes at his audacity. You just drained his tits and came on him and he was already telling you to clean up? "A...A thank you would be nice." You said, wiping your hand over your eyes, getting the sweat off of your face. Sukuna smiled before his hand gripped your chin firmly, shaking your face back and forth. 

"I think the cum I spilled was thank you enough." He said snarkily, making you sigh. He laughed at your irritation, glad to see you were coming back. "Have Uraume throw the pumps away when you get finished here." He said, making you tip your head to the side and look at him funny. 

"I don't think I'm going to need them anymore."

[everymlmhybrid]

i need to every single time manually change my VPN location to USA. just got an ad for the most delicious and amazing looking ben and jerry's flavor but it's in the fucking netherlands

[george-weasleys-girl]

I saw your requests are open and I couldn't help myself 🤭 I was wondering if I could have some Fred fluff with

"I never said I was in love with her!" "Maybe not out loud."

maybe at Grimmauld place and readee is a part of the order? thanks so much and I hope the New Year treats you wonderfully!

A Little Confession

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Warnings: a couple curse words

~•~

Y/N sneezed as she stepped through the door into Grimmauld Place. It wasn't at all as she'd envisioned it. She'd expected the Black family home to put on a more regal air or at least be a little less dusty. And, perhaps, it once did. Instead, the years of neglect had left it dark, dingy, and a little depressing. She might've reconsidered her decision, were it not for the sudden laughter of one particular redhead echoing down the shadowy hallway.

Fred Weasley, of course, wasn't the only reason she joined the order. Though it might've appeared that way to any onlookers. She fiercely supported Harry and the cause. Fred was merely the linchpin that cemented her decision.

Y/N had had a crush on the older twin since their fourth year. And while they knew each other, she was never a part of his inner circle. Too shy to approach him directly, she'd been looking for the right opportunity to sidle her way out of his periphery and into his focus. Joining the order gave her the opportunity to do something good and, hopefully, get a little closer to the notorious prankster.

~•~

"Why is she here?" Fred's wide eyes watched Y/N cross the room.

George followed his twin's gaze. "Apparently, she joined the order. Is that a problem?" He asked, the corners of his mouth quirking up.

"No... I don't guess so... I don't know," the older twin sputtered. "I'm just surprised, is all. And, it's, you know, dangerous."

"Well then, lucky thing you're here to protect her." George chuckled and patted his brother on the shoulder before wandering off.

Fred rolled his eyes and glanced back over at Y/N, who was chatting Mad Eye.

His mind whirled off kilter. Fred had long admired Y/N. He first noticed her late in their fourth year when she laughed at one of his stupid jokes. There was something about the way she looked at him. The way her eyes sparkled and her cheeks glowed a rosy pink when he looked at her that melted his heart.

Y/N wasn't like any other girl he'd ever dated. Intelligent and insightful, she didn't just parrot back facts to the professors. She picked ideas apart and questioned everything. Even, it seemed, her own questions.

That alone made her one of the hottest girls he'd ever met. The fact that she was beautiful too was just the icing on the cake.

But what would a girl like her ever want with an impulsive jokester like him? She'd be better off with a nice, quiet nerd, he'd always surmised.

And yet her she was smiling at him from across the room.

~•~

Every time Y/N looked up, she caught Fred staring at her. But whenever she worked up the nerve to go over and talk to him, he always seemed to disappear. It was getting on her last nerve, and she was determined to find out what was going on.

As soon as she reached the top of the stairs. She heard voices from behind Ginny's bedroom door.

"You should tell Y/N," George said.

"Tell her what?" Fred snapped. "There's nothing to tell!"

"That you're in looove with her," Ginny replied, exaggerating the word love.

"I never said I was in love with her!" A note of panic tinged Fred's voice.

"Maybe not out loud," George said. "But the way you can't take your eyes off her says otherwise."

"The two of you have lost your minds!" Fred yelled, then stomped out the door, completely oblivious to Y/N's presence, until he slammed right into her.

She stumbled backward, stunned from the impact.

"Oh shit! Y/N, are you ok?" Y/N looked up to see Fred worried face hovering over hers.

"Uh yeah... yeah, I think so... "

"Here, let's sit down," Fred took her hand and led her into Ginny's room.

She nodded and followed him in, sitting beside him on the bed.

Fred glared at his siblings. "Why don't you make yourselves useful and go get Y/N something to drink?"

"Oooh, want some alone time, do you?" Ginny taunted.

Y/N looked up to find George and his little sister smirking down at them. "I - um, I could use a glass of water or something."

"Some water. Right," George chuckled. "C'mon Gin, let's go make ourselves useful." They both sauntered out of the room snickering.

Fred huffed and turned back to Y/N. "You sure you're ok?"

"Yeah, just a little dazed," she said, giving him a small smile. "I'm good."

"Good. Good. That's good..." Fred stammered. "Hey, um, I'm sorry. I didn't see you there."

"It's ok," Y/N smiled again and reached up to push her hair away from her face only to realize Fred was still holding her hand. The redhead followed her gaze to stare at their clasped hands. He broke out into a cold sweat, but before he could pull his hand away, Y/N spoke.

"Is what I heard true? You know, what George and Ginny said?"

"What, G - " Fred began. "Wait, you heard all that?" His hand still firmly held hers.

Y/N simply nodded.

"I... um... maybe," Fred's cheeks burned bright. "I just..."

"I really like you too. Alot." Y/N blurted out. "If that, uh, if that helps."

"Y-you do?" Fred's eyes went wide.

"Yeah..."

"Like, alot?"

Y/N couldn't help but giggle at the dumbfounded look on Fred's face. "Like, this much," she said, and before she could change her mind, Y/N leaned over and kissed him.

It was short but deep and passionate. And when they pulled back, their foreheads remained pressed together. "You really do like me." Fred grinned.

"Told you so," Y/N replied, pulling a chuckle and another brief kiss from the redhead.

"George and Ginny will be incorrigible - " Fred began.

"Of course we will," George bounced through the door with Ginny following close behind.

"Did we miss it?" Ginny asked, handing Y/N a tray hold glass of water and a slice of cake.

"We missed it," George clicked his tongue. "Told you we took too long."

Y/N watched their banter with her brows crinkled together. "Missed what?"

"The kiss, of course!" Ginny said as if it were completely obvious. "Hey! Maybe you two could replay it?"

"No," Fred deadpanned.

"Aw, c'mon!" Ginny pled.

"No," Fred repeated.

"But I bet you're so cute!"

"Gin - " the older twin started, but Y/N interrupted him.

"We are," she grinned and grabbed Fred's face, kissing him full-on.

Cheers erupted from their little audience.

"Happy now?" Fred asked after a few moments, his words a bit breathless.

Ginny squeed.

"I gotta admit," George said. "You two are pretty damn cute."

Fred narrowed his eyes at his siblings, but before he could say anything, George held up his hands. "Alright, alright. We're outta here now," he put his arm around Ginny's shoulders. "C'mon, sis, let's give our little lovebirds some kissy time." Then turning to wink at Fred, he herded Ginny out the door.

Once they were gone, Fred turned back to Y/N, chuckling. "Welcome to the family, love."

~•~

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[fantasy---feels]

Demon's obsession (1)

pairing: jungkook x grumpy male reader

genre: pure smut tbh, yaoi, bl, fantasy

wordcount: 3,5k~

summary: Jungkook knows that as a royal he's supposed to be noble, gracious, etc etc, but he sure isn't feeling it while watching Y/n dance with basically fcking anyone but him.

warnings: choking, possessiveness, biting, scratching, unprotected sex.

date: 13-01-2024

info: Initially wrote this about two of my Oc's but later felt like also adapting it to some of my favorite fandoms sooo, oops~ Also, since I couldn't choose there are multiple different versions of the same story, just with different main characters ^^

During tonight's ball the third prince's guests are the focus of everyone's attention. Both the men and women don't get a moments respite between all the demons asking them to dance. It doesn't help that the wine served in the palace has all the demons drunk as fuck. Jungkook is grumbling from the sidelines, rejecting all advances, even though, as the prince he knows he is supposed to keep up appearances. Y/n on the other hand keeps accepting every single dance request and Jungkook hasn't had a single moment alone with him. The only reason why Y/n hasn't also danced with loads of men is because every time one wants to approach him, Jungkook manages to 'gently dissuade' them.

Finally after yet another dance Y/n walks back over to the group and crankily notifies them that he's fleeing before his feet fall off. Jungkook watches him go before also saying his goodbyes and following him upstairs, with the others exchanging knowing looks.

Jungkook catches up with Y/n in his wing of the palace, in the hallway that leads to the guest rooms. 'You avoided me.' Y/n keeps walking without looking back. 'I didn't. I was occupied.' Jungkook follows after him. 'You could've rejected them'. Y/n looks back at Junkook over his shoulder. 'Why would I', he asks flatly, his face uninterested. Jungkook bares his teeth in annoyance. 'You know why.' Finally Y/n turns around to face him, his expression bored. 'No, please do explain. Why should I have rejected them? So I could dance with you instead? Is that why?'

Suddenly Jungkook's arm shoots up and he slams Y/n against the wall, his hand around his throat. 'You fucker', Y/n hisses as the air is rushed out of him. Jungkook gently cups his face as he leans closer to his ear. 'That's exactly why', he whispers, before catching his lips in a rough kiss. Y/n grabs him by the collar and curses against his lips. 'You fucking prick.' But he doesn't actually resist and lets Jungkook deepen the kiss. The demon pushes him further against the wall, till their bodies are pressed flush together. Once out of breath Y/n pushes Jungkook away by the collar, glaring at him, breathing heavy.

Jungkook is panting with his eyes glazed over. Completely ignoring Y/n's glare he takes his hand and kisses the inside of his wrist while looking at him. 'Please, Y/n, I need more, please.' He slowly sinks to his knees, untill he's kneeling down in front of him, staring up. He leans into Y/n, still holding his hand. He puts the hand on his face and leans into it with pleading eyes, breathing hard. Y/n scowls at him. 'Don't you have any self restraint you pervert.' Jungkook gives him a slow smirk. 'You have no idea how much restraint I'm showing right now.' With the hand that isn't holding Y/n's he slowly trails up Y/n's leg and stomach, pushing up his shirt. He looks up and his smirk fades. 'If I hadn't restrained myself~' he slowly leans in and places a kiss on his hip, 'I would already be fucking you against this wall by now.' Then he licks a long stripe from Y/n's stomach to his waist where he stops to gently suck on the skin, making Y/n groan inadvertently. Y/n grabs his hair and pulls his face from his waist. Jungkook looks up at him pleadingly, his eyes glazed over with desire. 'Please, let me fuck you?' His mouth is slightly parted as his breath comes out in hot puffs, his head still pulled backwards. He lets his hand travel up Y/n's legs until he's holding his waist and slowly letting his thumb caress Y/n's stomach.

Y/n glowers at him then huffs in disbelief. 'You get one round, that's it.' Jungkook's eyes darken as he gets up and roughly pins Y/n back against the wall, kissing him hungrily. One of his hands is still holding Y/n's waist while the other one is on his face, to keep him from pulling away. Jungkook presses Y/n's legs apart with his thigh before he starts grinding his hips into him. The friction makes Y/n groan in his mouth, which snaps Junkook's last thin thread of restraint. A low growl rumbles deep in his throat as he grabs Y/n and picks him up, before slamming him back against the wall and grinding his dick into him. Y/n gasps, 'Fucking prick' . 'Are you attached to these clothes', Junkook breathes against Y/n's lips. Y/n frowns 'What, no, why do you-' RIIIIIP. 'YOU IDIOT WHAT ARE YOU-' Y/n is cut of when Junkook pulls him back into a kiss. His outrage over his destroyed pants momentarily forgotten. His voice grows louder when Junkook reaches down to undo his own pants and into what's left of Y/n's. The feeling of Junkook stroking him finally makes Y/n give in completely and he can't control the sounds spilling from his lips. His throaty moans are enough to make Junkook go absolutely feral.

Y/n groans in surprise when Junkook pushes his head back to kiss him even deeper. Then he feels Junkook's fingers, coated in his own precum, slowly stretching him out. He arches his back at the sudden feeling, accidentally making it easier for Junkook to slide his fingers in deeper. He shudders when Junkook presses down and scowls when he feels a cocky grin against his lips. 'Oh shut up and just fuck me already.' He immediately regrets his words as he sees Junkook's eyes darken. 'Fuck, Junkook, slowly okay, I can't - UGH'. For a moment theres dark spots covering his vision after Junkook lined himself up, and then slammed his whole length in at once.

Y/n's head falls back as his mouth hangs open in silent shock. His breath comes in short inhales and his hands tremble on Junkook's shoulders. Junkook leans in and places sloppy open kisses on his exposed throat. 'I thought you told me to just fuck you. Why are you suddenly so quiet?' He smirks as he pushes a bit deeper still, pulling a gasp from Y/n, who glares at him. 'You fucker, I also told you to go slow.' He presses his eyes shut as he tries to calm down.

'Ah~ sorry, you mean like this?' Junkook grinns evilly as he slowly rolls his hips to drag his dick out just to immediately fully push it back in. Y/n's head falls back again and his moaning comes out in stutters. Junkook gazes at him hungrily as he keeps rolling his hips, slow and deep, to see his reactions. When he notices how Y/n's breathing is speading up, he starts to pick up the pace. A bit faster, a bit harder and with every thrust trying to push a bit deeper, until Y/n is shaking in his arms, a broken string of moans falling from his lips. Junkook instinctually bares his teeth at the sight.

He slams his hips up against Y/n till he can feel him coming undone and in that last moment he pushes even harder. As he bites down on the nape of Y/ns neck and buries himself in him to the hilt he can feel Y/n's orgasm shudder through his body as he gasps. Junkook curses when he feels Y/n clamp down on his dick, destroying all of his determination to not come yet. 'Fuck, I'm sorry', he whispers under his breath and before Y/n has time to brace himself he starts slamming back into him. Y/n curses under the overstimulation and digs his nails into Junkook's shoulders as the latter buries his face in his neck and pounds him deeper and faster, again and again until his breathing becomes ragged and his thrusts erratic. Then finally he slams in deep enough to make Y/n gasp when he feels Junkook spilling inside of him.

They stay like that for a moment, both panting. Junkook still has his face buried in Y/n's neck, softly placing kisses there and below his jaw. 'Thank you', he breathes, his eyes hooded and his lips slightly parted. Y/n is too exhausted to respond at all and just hangs in his arms, panting, looking at the ceiling.

After a few more moments of silent heavy breathing, Junkook slowly lowers Y/n to the ground, but when he notices how unsteady he is, he grinns and moves to pick him back up. Y/n slaps him away and scowls. 'I can walk by myself.' Junkook smirks, 'Are you sure, I feel like I did a pretty good job so I doubt it.' Y/n glares at him but he's to tired to resist when Junkook picks him up in his arms. 'I'm way too heavy for this you musclebrain.' Junkook grinns at him 'It's fine, what else are all these stupid muscles good for if not for this.' Y/n feels him flex his arms for good measure. 'Also, this is my fault to begin with', Junkook smirks, obviously not sorry at all. Y/n huffs and just gives up, letting himself be carried through the big empty halfway to Junkook's rooms, where Junkook lays him down on the bed and promptly flops down on top of him.

Y/n looks down at the man resting his head on his stomach. 'We need to wasp up first, your sheets will be ruined.' Junkook doesn't even open his eyes as he mumbles from where he's laying. 'It's fine, I'll change them tomorrow, for now let's just stay like this.' Y/n can feel Junkook's breathing slow down and his heart beats against his skin. Y/n sighs deeply, how did he even get himself involved in all this.

When he's sure that the demon laying on top of him is asleep he slowly weaves his fingers through his hair. Junkook moans in his sleep and leans into his hand. Y/n thoughtfully looks at the man's sleeping face then scowls. 'How the fuck do you look so innocent now.'

Junkook wakes up and smiles in satisfaction when he realizes that he's holding Y/n in his arms. He looks at the human's sleeping face, his expression relaxed and much softer than when awake. He softly kisses his neck, which make Y/n inadvertently moan and lean back into him. Junkook presses his eyes shut, trying to keep out any perverted thoughts, but he fails miserably. He groans when he feels himself harden against Y/n.

He's still trying to calm himself but he unconsciously starts pushing his hips into Y/n's. His arm around Y/n's chest tightens as the friction starts getting to him and he pulls him flush to his chest. Softly panting he starts out with soft kisses on Y/n's neck, but they soon turn sloppy and harsher until he's sucking bruises into the perfect white skin.

Y/n's body responds unconsciously to the rough ministrations and soft moans fall from his lips. His voice only makes it harder for Junkook to control himself and he groans as he manœuvres himself between Y/n's thighs to get more friction. The feeling as he starts sliding back and forth makes him moan into Y/n's shoulder. The feeling of Junkook rubbing against him also finally makes Y/n stir a bit. Junkook is really starting to loose it now, he needs to be inside, but he doesn't want to wake Y/n up. He rolls his hips faster and groans at the feeling. He's still sucking pretty blue spots on Y/n's skin, but when the latter suddenly stirs and clenches his thighs together in his sleep, Junkook gasps and bites down while moaning into his neck.

This finally does the job and Y/n wakes up with a shock. He half turns his head around and growls 'The fuck do you think you're do-' A sudden hard thrust of Junkook catches him of guard and he moans deeply at the sensation. 'Fuckkkk, you horny idiot, let go of me.' He gasps as the other's dick rubs him again. 'Sorry, can't, need to have you.' Junkook kisses and sucks his sensitive skins apologetically. 'I can't stop, need to fuck you, I can right? Please tell me I can?' Before Y/n can even respond one of Junkook's arms moves to hold him in place against his chest while his other hand slides down to grab one of his legs. Realizing that he won't be able to stop him Y/n tries to move out of his grasp. 'No wait, wait, at least give me a mo- AHH~' His sentence is cut short as Junkook pushes his dick into him in one long, slow motion. It's easier this time because they just did it, but they both still pant at the tight feeling for a moment. Junkook has Y/n pressed flush against his chest, his teeth buried in his skin and his dick pushed as deep as it can go. He groans and it rumbles through Y/n's whole body as he lays moaning and panting with his mouth open, completely overwhelmed by the sudden intrusion. 'Goddamn demons,' he gasps. Junkook finally regains his composure and pulls his mouth of Y/n's skin, to lick the slight marks. 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, are you okay? I'll be gentle okay? I'll be really careful, I'll take it slow.' He places soft kisses in Y/n's neck to appease him. 'You'll let me right?' He slightly rolls his hips into him. Y/n hisses. 'Just shut up. And SLOWLY.' Junkook smiles slightly dazed and nods against his back, before pulling out almost completely, and slowly pushing all the way back in, making them both groan. He carefully sets a rhythm where he pulls out about halfway and rolls his hips back up at just the right angle to keep hitting Y/n's sweet spot. He can feel the man writhing in his arms to get away from the overstimulation but he doesn't let him. One of his arm still holds his chest and with the other he now pulls back his hips so he can't escape. A string of guttural moans spills from Y/n's mouth when Junkook slams up into him with force. 'Fuckkkk~ you said you'd be gentle you bitch.' Junkook moves his hand to grab Y/n's throat and pulls him back against him. 'I know, but you look so pretty all fucked out, I couldn't help it.' Y/n tries to glare at him but his eyes soon glaze over as Junkook's rough thrusts keep coming and filling him up. Junkook curses at the sight and slams his hips up even harder. With the hand not on Y/n's throat he presses on his stomach, making the man groan in protest. 'Fuck offff, too full.' Junkook grinns with lust, 'I can feel myself in your stomach, that's so hot,' he rubs small circles on on Y/n's skin. 'I wonder what would happen if I pressed down here?' He presses with his fingers while simultaneously snapping his hips up aiming at the same spot. Y/n's eyes fly wide and his mouth hangs open, but no sound comes out. Junkook sees the reaction and greedily slams into that same spot again. Y/n's eyes go completely unfocused and unintelligible curses spill from his open mouth. Junkook hungrily takes in his expression and keeps fucking into him at that same angle until he finally pushes him over the edge and makes him come hard. With a broken stream of moans Y/n falls limp in Junkook's arms, trembling lightly from the assault.

Junkook grins greedily at the sight but takes pity on his lover and slowly works him through his orgasm with soft, deep strokes, placing sweet kisses on his shoulder, until he stops termbling. Finally, still panting, Y/n scowls. 'Great, you had your fun, now get out of me.' He pushes at the demon's arm, but it won't budge. Junkook chuckles lowly. 'I think you're confused about something~' He leans in and whispers in Y/n's ear with a smirk. 'I didn't come yet.'

Y/n stills. 'No. FUCK NO. Get off, get off right now, I can't ta- FUCK! ' His whole body shakes with the force of Junkook's hips slamming back into him. 'Just relax, I'll make you feel good again.' Junkook grinns at him as his thrusts grow faster and faster. Y/n curses and tries to struggle out of his grip which only results in Junkook flipping him over on his stomach, pinning him with his weight, before pounding down into him.

Y/n curses,'You're too deep you dickhead!', but at the same time he can't stop the moans from spilling out as he buries his face in the bed and grabs onto the sheets. Against his back Junkook is panting and the sweat is dripping down his face and chest. 'Fuck. Fuck, you feel so good, I think I'm addicted to this. Gods I could fuck you forever.' He buries his face in Y/n's back as he rolls his hips to get even deeper. His rhythm becomes erratic as he chases his high and he slams in with a few more fast rough thrusts before he pushes himself in as deep as he can. Lightning sparks behind Y/n's eyes as he comes again, panting into the bed, while he feels Junkook filling him up once more. They lay there panting for a while, until Junkook rolls onto his side, pulling Y/n with him and against his chest.

Y/n grumbles as Jungkook covers his abused skin with soft kisses, 'Don't you have any self-control? I told you you'd get only one round.' Jungkook smiles against him, 'I didn't think I'd be able to get you into my bed like this again any time soon. So I had to grab my chance while I had you.' Y/n tsks but doesn't disagree. Jungkook chuckles against his back. 'Exactly.' He buries his face back in Y/n's abused neck and inhales, then grins. 'You smell like me.' Y/n scowls, 'Are all you demons so fucking primal? You sound like an animal.' 'Yes, you could say that, and thank you, I'll take that as a compliment', Jungkook smirks before playfully licking a trail up the side of Y/n's neck making him shudder. 'For fucks sake', he hisses. 'So are you telling me that if I ever wanted to fuck another demon, I'd have to go through this same shit?'

He feels Jungkook freeze behind him, and before he can look back to see his reaction he is beimg slammed down on his back, Jungkook above him, pinning his wrists with one hand while the other is on his jaw. 'That was a very stupid thing to say', the demon growls at him, his teeth bared in a scowl. 'I was planning on going easy on you from now on, but you just changed my mind.' Y/n freezes when he feels Jungkook against his stomach, he's hard again. 'No, I was kidding, let go', he stares down at the demon's dick, dread heavy in his stomach. 'I can't go another round.' 'Should've thought about that before you put that image in my mind', Jungkook basically snarls. Y/n's eyes snap back up to his face and Jungkook's expression makes him pale. He fucked up.

Jungkook's eyes soften, if just slightly. 'I know I have no right to keep you from fucking other men.' His eyes darken again. 'But that doesn't mean I can't ruin you enough that no one else will ever be able to satisfy you again.' He grins but there is no joy behind the expression. When he leans in and lines himself up with Y/n, he whispers in his ear, 'I advice you to relax.' Then he snaps his hips forward and bottoms out. Y/n gasps but he gets no time to adjust as Jungkook pulls back and slams back in immediately, and again and again until he's set a punishing rhythm which has the entire bed shaking with the force of his thrusts. Y/n can't do anything but try to keep breathing and push against the head of the bed, to keep himself from crashing into it. One of Jungkook's hands is still on his face and when he opens his eyes he is met with the demon's piercing stare. He's really going to ruin him, he realizes. He can't think straight, pain and pleasure from the deep pounding are blending together and overwhelming his senses. He knows what he probably looks like right now with his mouth hanging open and his eyes glazed over, tears rolling down his face. He must look completely fucked out, but he can't seem to to care, or fix it even if he did. The sound of the bed ramming into the wall and their hips slamming against each other fills the room and Y/n is certain he's going to pass out. Jungkook is too big, too deep, too rough, he's really going to die. Just when his eyes roll back in his head he feels Jungkook bite down on his neck and with one more deep thrust he fills him up, which also pushes Y/n over the edge and they both come together.

Jungkook gently takes Y/n's face in his hands and places a kiss on his forehead. His breathing is heavy as his whispers, 'I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll be ready to let you go any time soon.' Y/n is too worn out to respond and just stares at him with empty eyes. He's asleep within seconds. Jungkook lays down next to him, propping himself up on his elbow. He looks at the sleeping human and with his free hand he cups his face. He rubs soft circles on his cheek as he sighs. 'This is going to hurt like a bitch.'

The next morning when Jungkook wakes up the space next to him is empty and cold. He turns on his back and puts his arm over his eyes in defeated acceptance. He had known that he would wake up alone from the start after all.

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Two Lines, Two Idiots Chapter Three: An Odd Alliance

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Twin Brother JJ! x Maybank! Reader, rafe Cameron! x maybank!reader (all over 18)

TW:pregnancy, I actually think thats it

Summary: You and Rafe talk things out and JJ and John B realize something.

Word Count:1.9k

Rafe showing up at the chateau is the last thing you expected, and probably the worst thing he could've done. 

The sentiment isn't lost on you, but it's been less than ten minutes since JJ found out the truth. Even though he made a promise, you have to admit it's tempting when Rafe just offered himself up on a silver platter. 

"You son of a bitch!"

You know your brother better than anyone, which is exactly why your hand flies out to stop him before he can even lunge. Your back is turned, but you know you were right when you feel his chest slam into your forearm. 

"Okay, I think we should step aside."

It's less of a suggestion and more of an instruction as you glare at your brother, and Rafe lets you lead the way. 

You start toward the chateau and don't stop until you're seated on the bed in the guest room, far away from prying eyes and ears. 

You stare up at the man expectantly, your arms crossed over your chest as if it'll protect your heart from further damage.

Rafe is the perfect image of anxiety as he paces the room gnawing on his lip until you're sure it's going to bleed. His hands fidget as he plays with the ring on his forefinger, and you swear you can see the faint beginnings of sweat on his forehead. 

He practiced in his head the whole way over, but being in front of you now it all seems to be slipping his mind. He has so much to say, yet no words to express it. 

This is the side of Rafe no one sees; even you've only experienced it one other time after he had a fight with Ward. 

It's part of why you kept sleeping with him; he's so human like this. It becomes painfully obvious once the armor comes off that deep down Rafe is traumatized and longing for someone to understand him. 

To love him and choose him. 

Under the snarky cruelty, he's just a person. It's not that Rafe can't be vulnerable or show his emotions; it's that he's afraid to. 

For as long as he could talk he's had it drilled into his head that 'Cameron's don't cry' and that one day he'll be the man of the family. He had so much put on him at such a young age, it's no wonder he crumbled under the pressure. 

The forgotten child that can never seek guidance, but is punished and ridiculed when they make the wrong choice. 

You wait patiently for him to calm down, but when he doesn't, your hand reaches out and grabs his. He halts his movements, his eyes fluttering closed as your calmness seems to transfer to him. 

His panic starts to subside and unbeknownst to both of you, his heartbeat slowly syncs with yours. He just breathes for a moment before kneeling in front of you. 

Seeing Rafe open up willingly is something you would never expect, but apparently finding out you're having a child changes you in an instant. 

He isn't sure what he wants, but he's dead set on what he doesn't want. He doesn't want his kid to grow up fatherless and asking questions. 

He doesn't want you to go through this alone and he doesn't want to try and sleep at night not knowing every little thing about how your pregnancy is going. 

He doesn't want to be left wondering; forced to imagine what his son or daughter is like as he pretends they don't exist. 

"I'm sorry I left earlier. I freaked out and I didn't want to snap at you." 

His voice is so gentle it makes your head spin, and your hand reaches up to caress his now stubbled cheek in an admittedly intimate gesture. 

"It's okay. I kind of dropped it on you. I'd rather you walk away and cool off than start a fight. Just tell me that next time."

He nods his head and passes over your use of the phrase next time. He hopes this doesn't happen again; he hates the idea of walking away from you no matter the circumstances.

"I took some time to think, and I want you to know I'm here. I don't know what we are or what you want us to be, but we can figure it out as we go. I want to be around for every single thing, whether it's holding your hair back or going out to get you food ten times in one night."

You mull over his confession and swallow the lump in your throat. Your silence seems to last forever and Rafe gets more nervous with every second. 

You could easily tell him to fuck off and he couldn't do a damn thing about it except try to change your mind. Something in him knows you wouldn't do that though. 

"Okay. You can be as involved as you want and we can see where the relationship goes. But Rafe, once you decide you're all in you can't back out. I'm not doing the one foot in one foot out bullshit. So are you sure?"

He doesn't hesitate before answering, his head turning to press a kiss to your palm.

"I'm sure. I'm 100% all in."

The smile you give him is blinding and you nod your head. 

"Okay then."

He leans forward and presses a sweet kiss to your lips before pulling back with wide eyes. 

"Shit, I'm sorry. I've just gotten so used to-"

You cut him off with a giggle and give him a peck. 

"It's okay, Rafe. I don't mind."

You see him visibly relax at your reassurance and grab his hand before standing. You can practically feel the nerves rolling off him in waves as you lead him back to the group, your brother and John B leaping to their feet as soon as they see you. 

"Down, boys. We talked it out, everything is fine. He's going to be involved as much as he can."

JJ eyes Rafe suspiciously, his gaze scrutinizing every inch of his body as it travels all the way down to his feet and back up.

"So are you two together or what?" 

You look at Rafe before turning to John B and shrugging your shoulders. 

"Or what. We're figuring it out as we go."

He doesn't mention the fact your hands are laced together, or the pure adoration in Rafe's eyes as they stay glued to your figure. 

"If you even think about hurting her-"

Rafe cuts JJ off with a curt nod and clears his throat. 

"I'm dead, I get it. Trust me, bro, that's one thing you and I see eye to eye on."

JJ's lip quirks for a fraction of a second, and you know that everything is going to be okay. You make your way over to your original seat, JJ and Rafe taking their places on either side of you. Rafe figures he might as well get acquainted seeing as he's tied to the group for the rest of his life now. 

"So," Sarah starts, and everyone adjusts to face her. 

"Have you been to the doctor yet?"

You shake your head and your eyes flit to look at Rafe, a relieved expression blanketing his face. 

"No, I just found out today. I haven't had a chance to make an appointment."

Rafe squeezes your hand and brings it to his mouth, pressing a featherlight kiss to your knuckles. 

"We can call tomorrow. I want to be there."

JJ and John B share a look at the sweet gesture, taken aback at how domestic Rafe is acting. They've seen him around with a lot of women, and not once has he ever shown any form of affection. 

It doesn't go unnoticed the way you lean into his touch, the same sparkle in your eyes when you look at Rafe that he has when looking at you. They silently wonder if the two of you know, but the way your eyes quickly avert when you catch either staring tells them you don't. 

JJ can't stop himself from asking the question everyone is thinking, his curiosity and nosiness getting the best of him. 

"How long has this been going on? Does anyone else know?"

You stare at the ground as you answer, not wanting to see the pain you know is going to be on your brother's face. 

"About six months. No one else knows."

You already know exactly what JJ looks like as you hear him exhale a long sharp breath. He can't believe that not only were you sleeping with the enemy, but that you hid it for half a year. He thought the two of you were closer than that. 

Granted, he knows he wouldn't have reacted in the best way; that much was proven tonight. Still, he assumed you knew he would love you no matter what. 

"Wait, so what are you gonna tell Dad?"

Sarah's voice cuts through the air like a hot knife through butter and sinks straight into your chest. You hadn't thought about that yet; the mere idea has panic crawling up your throat. 

Rafe has though, and he seems prepared as he spits out his response the second she's done speaking. 

"The truth. I'm a grown man, and if he doesn't like it then he can shove it."

He says it so casually that it almost brings you comfort. Almost.

"Rafe, he hates Pogues. But a Maybank of all people? He's going to do everything in his power to stop this, and I think we both know that his reach is pretty much unlimited."

Your voice trembles as you speak the words out loud, and Rafe has you wrapped in his arms in an instant. 

"Hey, I'm a Cameron too. He isn't going to hurt you, I promise. I'll make sure of that." 

You can't help but feel his words have an underlying meaning, but you don't press the subject. You know Rafe has been involved in some shady shit, to say the least, and you don't want to know how far he's willing to go to make good on his promise. 

You nod into his shoulder, your breathing subconsciously matching his as you calm down from your impending anxiety attack. 

"You know you have to tell him soon, right? I mean, word travels fast on the island and it's gonna be a lot worse if he hears it through the grapevine." 

Rafe and JJ both shoot Sarah a harsh glare, and she raises her hands defensively as the two men stare at her like Dobermans ready to attack.

"I'm just trying to be the voice of reason."

You feel Rafe heave a breath and nuzzle further into him. 

"We can go to the appointment first and confirm everything, then tell him." You decide and Rafe kisses the top of your head with a nod. 

"Sounds good to me."

The night wraps up and Rafe is about to head out when he's stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He turns around and comes face to face with your brother, mentally bracing for whatever's about to happen. 

"I can see that you care about her, so as far as I'm concerned, we're cool. We can't change the situation and I don't want any more bad blood in my family. That being said, if your dad so much as looks at her sideways, I'm going to rip his eyes out." 

JJ's expecting a snarky response, and his eyebrows shoot up when Rafe looks as serious as he does. 

"You'll have to beat me to it."

At that, Rafe turns on his heel and climbs into his truck, leaving behind a stunned JJ.

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[misojunnie]

can i request this?

https://www.tumblr.com/misojunnie/728375539407159296/i-find-the-vampire-and-werewolf-rivalry-dynamic

but instead of vampires it's witch/warlock/wizard please?

☆ &team as your werewolf bf! w/ a witch (or warlock) partner :)

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byun eui joo - ej

is very unserious about you being a witch

when you finally confessed his first question was to ask if you could cast a spell on him that gave him super strength

he's so easy going n sweet :( got very quickly acclimated to the magical door slamming, floating pots and pans, etc

"honey, next time you summon a goetic demon, can you please make sure he's gone by dinnertime?"

murata fuma - fuma

quite surprised you were a witch; probably made an awful pun to cover up his shock

will easily lay his life down to protect you from the people who are prejudiced against you, even if its a fellow werewolf

you love your man <3 someone tried to jump him once and you cursed them for all of eternity

"can you do the dishes tonight? and please don't bring them to life on accident again."

koga yudai- k

tried to scare you away with garlic when he found out, and you had to tell him that only works on vampires

despite his initial shock, he quickly got accustomed to your habits

read the entire wikipedia page on witches so he'd be "well informed of all your needs"

makes an awful witch themed pun at least once a week, ex: "witch, please."

wang yixiang- nicholas

found out you were a witch like a week before you broke the news

^ secretly peeked into your bedroom one time and saw you curling your hair with a levitating curling iron, but decided to say nothing until you were ready

hates it when you put spells on him, eg; "I'm leaving, and if you even try to immobilize me, y/n, I swear to god-"

has asked you to curse ta-ki more than once or twice

nakakita yuma - yuma

he thinks it's hot

asks you to put spells on him so he can walk on the ceiling, which you continually tell him don't exist

tried to prank you once and you used magic to throw him through six layers of drywall on instinct

safe to say he hasn't tried to prank you since

asakura jo - jo

didn't even believe you at first, his first reply was "oh, really? then where's your big hat?"

it took you a week to convince him that it wasn't a prank, and he only believed you after you sent him through space and time

always takes care of you after you exhaust yourself from casting too many spells

found out you were ironically terrified of the conjuring and still makes fun of you for it

shigeta harua - harua

was shocked at first, but quickly came around when he realized how wonderful your magic could be

always wants to hear witch lore and all the stories about your covens and history

was suspicious you put a love spell on him but eventually realized that he just loves you a lot. damn.

hates when you make him clean because he knows you could easily do it with magic

ta-ki

poor baby went into actual shock when you told him you were a witch, but he had no complaints

genuinely had no idea that witches existed

"wait, so do you have warts and stuff? no judgement."

is still amazed every time you do a spell, even years later

hirota riki - maki

his only knowledge of witches comes from playing minecraft

"so wait, you don't live in a hut? not even a swamp?"

when he gets too hyper you cast a spell on him that glues him to the wall or something (comes in handy when you need to study)

asks you to summon demons just to do his homework

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a/n: sorry for this super late reply! I have very little knowledge of witches so I hope I did this request justice ;-; this was sooo fun

[lazycats-stuff]

Batfamily x male!reader

A 3rd part to the Court of owls reader, since it seems you were interested in a 3rd one. And also, just like you asked me, @xweirdo101x, here is a tag. Part 1 and part 2 are here

And also, you are free to send requests.

Summary: The family brought (Y/N) back home. (Y/N) isn't happy with the idea.

Warnings: (Y/N) is on house arrest, maybe manipulation, (Y/N) ignores everyone, attempt at escaping, "

(Y/N)'s eyes opened. He was confused, but then everything that happened came back to him. His father kidnapped him. His brother participated... And the other 3 of course... He turned his head. He was in his old room...

His shelves were still full of his favorites. 90 percent of the books were from Stephen King. He loved his writing. He missed these books. He tried to get up from the bed, but he was too weak from the sedative. He opted to turn his head.

His old desk was there too. Some of his old notebooks were still there. Were his sketches still in there? Or his notes that he wrote about an owl that visited his window every night? Maybe that owl was a sign of his future and what was to come in his life?

Did that owl still come to him, even after he left?

He turned his head to look at the door when it was opening. Bruce entered, carrying something in his hands. (Y/N) glared at him.

" Good morning son. Are you in any pain? "

(Y/N) refused to talk. Not happening. With a last glare, he turned his back to Bruce. He didn't hear anything from Bruce, but he felt the bed indenting.

" You know, when you went missing, Talia and I joined forces to find you. Even the others, who didn't know you, joined in. But we trained you well and you disappeared. For years I wondered whether or not you were dead. "

He stopped, looking at his son's figure. Nothing.

" I brought one of your drawings. Well, not any drawing, it's a drawing of me. You said the lighting was great and you couldn't help yourself."

Bruce said, finger going over the paper. It got stained over time, but the piece still looked the same.

" I didn't even know. " Bruce said, chuckling at the memory.

" You can stay quiet and defiant all you want, but you will warm up to us. "

(Y/N) couldn't care less in. He really couldn't. He was going to escape either way, no matter what it took. And once he did that, he is going to go to Europe or Middle East. He is still deciding.

" Well, dinner is almost ready. We made your favorite. "

(Y/N) rolled his eyes. His favorite was going to fix everything? Please Bruce.

" I'm going to bring you some after dinner. "

And with that being said, Bruce left the room. (Y/N) listened to Bruce's footsteps. Once he was sure he left the hall, he tried to stand up. He took a deep breath and on shaky legs went to the window. He still remembers how he used to climb down from the wall. He hoped that stayed the same.

He pushed the window up, pushing his head out, looking down.

" Okay. " He put his head inside, moving to the closet. He won't be able to climb down in his socks.

" Shit! " He cursed, seeing that he had no footwear in the closet. This is bullshit. Okay, it seems that socks will have to do. He took a black pair and put them on quickly. He moved to the window, putting one leg out. He needs to make it to the city to one of his hideouts. He had money and documents there. He knows he can do this.

He put his leg over the ledge, stopping when he heard the door opening. Damian stood in the doorway. Two brothers stared each other down, before (Y/N) said screw it, jumping out the window. Damian was about to jump out and (Y/N) slammed the window down.

He swore he could hear a quiet scream of pain. It made him feel great. He is turning into a sadist.

He jumped down, quickly running towards the big wall that separated the property and his freedom. He jumped up, ignoring the shouts. He was about to jump over, but the electricity hit him. His entire body cramped. He fell down onto his back, his body cramping so hard.

He saw Bruce standing over him. Did he look disappointed? What the hell?

He tried to get away, but Bruce was quicker. He picked him up, moving him back to the manor.

" Did you really think that you could escape? " Bruce asked his son. (Y/N) tried to get out of Bruce's hold. Not happening. Nope.

" It seems that we have to put you in a cell. "

A cell? Where? In the cave? Or the Justice League? Or somewhere far off?

" Did you really think that I won't punish this behavior? "

(Y/N) was now slightly panicking. How long was he going to be there? And how will he escape from there?

" As long as you behave, you will get out of there quickly. "

(Y/N) saw the cell. It was glass cell and everyone could see through it. It had a bed, a small sink and a door connecting to a smaller room.

" It's a bathroom, don't worry. " Bruce said, as if he could read (Y/N)'s mind.

(Y/N) tried to slip from Bruce's grip. Bruce didn't react as the doors to the cell opened. Bruce put him on the bed before leaving. (Y/N) stayed on the bed. Why did he do this? Why did he let his emotion rule? He should have waited, planned it out better... He punched the glass of the cell. What is he going to do?

He laid down. He blinked a few times. He wasn't going to cry. Not now.

" Why? " he asked Bruce.

" You are wasting your talent. You are wasting your life with them. I know that you use that talent for good. And until you realize that, you are staying here. "

(Y/N) glared at Bruce. He wasn't staying. Not by a long shoot. He turned his back to Bruce. He pushed the covers over himself, refusing to talk anymore.

Days went by and (Y/N) was unresponsive. He refused to talk to anybody, no matter how hard they tried.

Bruce talked to him about the memories he had of him before he went missing, brought him food and just chatted over all. Sometimes even asked what (Y/N) thought about a certain case.

Dick talked to him for hours about random stuff. (Y/N) was going to hang himself at this rate.

Jason talked to him about motorcycles and guns. He did it when he was fixing his bike, asking what he thought about it.

Tim wasn't talking to (Y/N) about anything. He would asked if he wanted a coffee when he went to get a refill. He was (Y/N)'s favorite.

Damian was the most persistent one. He talked to (Y/N) about a lot of things. He talked in Arabic, hoping to get a response from (Y/N).

No results. Bruce had to call in the big guns.

" Talia, you have to try to get him talking. He simply refuses to. "

Talia nodded. She made her way to the front of the cell, watching her son. She remembers how lively and snarky he was. This is just a shell of her son.

" (Y/N)... " She trailed off, not knowing what to say or to do.

(Y/N)'s body went stiff. What is his mother doing here?

" Why aren't you talking? I missed the sound of your voice. "

(Y/N) turned his head around. Talia took in the sight of bloodshot eyes, circles beneath (Y/N)'s eyes... He looked miserable.

" Tell me, why do you keep fighting us? We only want to help you. "

(Y/N) laughed, full on laughing, throwing his head back. Bruce and Talia gave each other a look.

" Help? HELP?! " (Y/N) yelled out, walking to the front of the cell. He took a deep breath.

" You two never helped me. I hate both of you. " (Y/N) said chuckling.

His stopped smiling looking at them.

" I hate you both more than I hate life. Keep me in this cell for as long as you want, I will find a way out of here. Didn't you say that there is always a way out? " (Y/N) mocked Bruce.

" Send your birds and send your assassins. I will beat them either way."

(Y/N) said flatly. He turned his back to the room before laying down.

Bruce had no idea that (Y/N) hated Talia and him that much. Bruce sighed. They had a lot of work to do. Talia shook her head.

" We have to give him time. " Bruce said. He can't lie to himself. The words did stung.

" I agree. "

Bruce took one last glance before leaving the cave with Talia. They need to have a plan in order to do this. His son would return to him. Sooner or later.

[kittyamore0]

Part two of my sweet baby where ethan is their and he wants to hold the baby and you have a talk with him about the baby and agree that he can be involved with the e

A:N: HELP I DIDNT EXPECT ‘My sweet baby’ TO BLOW UP SO QUICKLY???

Our sweet baby…

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[PART II]

RATING: SFW

FANDOM/GENRE: Horror, dark romance, scream 6, ghost face, fluff, and slight angst

TAGS: @kittiescrownedsoul, @ilovechickenwings, @alice121804, @baby-alien11, @0000-lover-girl, @astrelvs334, @babywantskith, @homebyeleven, @liyahsocorro, @iatemyhampster1, @christianyelichislife, @lil4chry, @kaiawolf

READER: To my Anons, I'll be answering your questions and putting the link for part 2 for you since i cannot tag you!

POV: 2nd person

WRITING STYLE: One-shot, fluff, and angst

PARING: Ethan Landry x Reader

Reminder: Do NOT transfer, translate, modify, copy, or steal my ideas!

CW: Labor, Fem! Reader, pregnant reader, newborn birth, swearing, knife, fighting,

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"Hurry, Sam!"

Tara gestured towards Sam, as Sam and Tara weaved through the crowd of people at the hospital. "Tar Tara! Slow the hell down!" Sam shouts when she nearly trips on her feet, still being dragged by Tara.

"No. You start running faster!" Tara retorted. Sam could only hear a loud bang, caused by Tara's hands slamming on the front desk.

"Hi, my names Tara Carpenter. This is Samantha Carpenter. We're here to see our friend [Name] [Last name] who is currently going into labor as we speak, and you know, we were the ones who brought [Name] here. Yet, they took her from us and didn't even tell us where she went and i would like to know straight away to be there for my friends whose in pain. So, yea."

Sam chuckled at Tara's fast, angry rant. Tara just put on a, 'tell me right now or Ill fuck you up,' innocent smile while the nurse stared at her, disturbed. "Uhm...yea, right...[Name] [Last name], right? She's She's in room 317. I I'll I'll tell them, the doctors, you both are making your way there..." Tara hummed. "Thank you," she whispered.

"c'mon, Sam." Tara eagerly grabbed Sam's hands and once again dragged her towards the elevator.

Surprisingly, no one was in the elevator, but that only meant the faster they get to you. Tara kept pressing the button and Sam literally had to hold her arms to restrain her from breaking the button.

Tara had practically ran when she heard the elevator ding when she felt it stop. "Oh, my god. Tara! Calm down. Shes okay! God...dammit, Tara!" Sam started running too.

Tara shook the doctor by his shoulders and Sam was holding Tara by her waist, trying to pull her away. "Miss Carpenter, we assure you [Name] is fine " He was cut off when your screams came from inside the room.

"Let me in, or i swear to fucking god " The doctor sighs before opening the door letting Sam, and Tara.

Tara runs to you and grabs your hand, while Sam feels her phone buzz. "Mindy's on her way. Gale wants to come. Dont know about the rest..." You weakly nod and so does Tara. "She can come..." Sam lets out a quiet 'okay,' while a dirty look spreads on Tara's face.

"Push one more time, [Last name]," you whimper and shake your head. "Hey, hey...look at me," Tara looks you in the eyes with a determined look on her face. "You can do this, just a few more.."

You let out pained screams, as your vision grew blury and fuzz filled your ears, blocking out every sound...until it soon filled with a babies cry.

"There he is..." Tara covered her mouth with both of her hands, on the verge of tears. Sam awed at him. "Can... can i hold him?" The doctor nodded and handed you the crying baby.

You smiled and softly kissed his forehead. more tears streamed down your face, and Tara cooed at him.

Sam turned around to the knocking, seeing Gale and Mindy waving like crazy people. Sam rolled her eyes at Gale. Gale was literally taking pictures.

"Hi, Elijah..."

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Your keys jingled, working on unlocking and giving you access to your front door. It had been 2 weeks since your son, Elijah, had been born.

You walked into your living room, spotting Mindy bouncing Elijah on her knees. "One...two...three!" She turned Elijah to face her and let out a, 'Rah!' in his face.

She smiled and mouthed, 'hes been very good,' you just chuckled. "Oh, look! Who's that? Mommy! Mommy's here. Lets go!" She picked him up and lifted him up high, making her way towards you.

"Hi, baby boy...you're so cute. Yes, you!" Mindy grabbed her coat and boots. "Im gonna head out. Tara called, something about watching a movie. See you, [Name]," She waved and left. "Bye, Mindy!"

You walked over to Elijahs little comfy chair and placed him down, strapping him in. "Mommy's gonna make dinner, okay? Okay!" You blew into his neck, rubbing your face into his neck.

Your eyes perked up, as your home phone rang. You rushed over, hesitant to pick up. This had reminded you about how you were stabbed in the stomach 2 weeks after you found you were pregnant, and this is 2 weeks after Elijah had just been born.

You took a deep breath and put the phone to your ear.

"Hello, [Last Name's] residence. How can i help you?"

"[Name...?]"

The man breathed out.

"Im Im sorry, but...who is this?"

"Ethan. Ethan Landry."

Your throat went dry, and your hearts pace quickened. You looked over to Elijah and worry crossed your face.

"Okay. Look, whatever sick fucking joke you're playing, its not fucking funny!"

"Oh, im not playing jokes, [Name]..." You jumped back when the voice came from behind you. You turned around to see your ex-boyfriend, Ethan Landry. "I've missed you, [Name,]" You dashed to your kitchen counter and pulled out the biggest knife you had, eventually standing in front of Elijah.

"Im not here to hurt you, or Elijah," You shook your head, and he slowly lifted his hands next to his head. "You're lying. You're a sick fuck!" Ethan whimpered and mumbled something. "I didn't want Quinn to stab you. I told her multiple times to be careful, and she didn't. She's the sick fuck! I pushed her away, and " You laughed in disbelief.

"You only pushed her away when you found out i was pregnant. What if i wasn't? Gonna let her kill me?!" Ethan shakes his head and sighs.

He stepped forward, you stepped backwards.

"I fell inlove with you since the day i saw you, and me and Quinn were planning to kill Tara and her friend, excluding you, but Quinn thought otherwise." He started and you quirked an eyebrow at him

"Quinn didn't like you. I did though, so thats why i always defended you whenever she said some bullshit about you. I planned to marry you, have a baby with you. Just like this, but then again...not like this...I spent most of my time with you, rather than planning with my dad and Quinn. Guess that got her pissed." He shurgged.

"I was always gentle with you, honest. The only time i wasn't honest was lying about liking that dumb 21 movie...and liking your friends, Tara, Sam, Mindy, and everyone else..." He chuckled

"I loved you, [Name]. I still do, and i want to continue my life with you! You're all i have, all i need and want, all i could ever imagine, both you and Elijah. I have no one else than you and Elijah, regardless i want no one else, please..." You hadn't even noticed he had gotten so close, until he grabbed the knife, threw it backwards and embraced you.

"Let go! You...!" You squirmed in his arms, but his tight hold hadn't faltered. "Im sorry...Im sorry, Im sorry, Im sorry! I never meant to hurt you! I loved you! I'll never hurt you on purpose! I never meant to! Please believe me...!"

Eventually, you gave up squirming, crying into his chest. Everything he said. Thats what you're noticing now about him, he was right. He treated you right, never hurt you except for the scream encounters, but he had never intentionally hurt you. He would say sorry, and always end up at your door with this stupid smile on his face with gifts in his arms.

Talked about starting a family with you, cooked with you, cuddled with you, rode roller coasters, watched movies, all of it.

"I....I forgive you..." His eyes lit up, and he smiled brightly. "You do?!" You nodded. He rested in the embrace for a moment. "Can...can i hold Elijah?" You took a deep, shaky breath, but nodded.

He got up and stared at Elijah, before unstrapping him and taking him into his arms. "He looks like you..." You smiled at Ethan

You stood up, and dusted your knees. Elijah leaned towards you a bit, wanting you to hold him now. You chuckled at Ethans pout, but he gave Elijah to you anyways. You bounced Elijah on the side of your hip, before staring at Ethan.

Ethan stared into your eyes. Oh, how he missed those captivating eyes. You both stared at each other for a while, that momment both making you close your eyes when Ethan placed his hand on your cheek and learns in forward, closing the gap between you both.

It was a sweet, chaste kiss. One that you missed. He pulled back and rested his forehead against yours.

"I love you [Name..]"

"I...I love you too, Ethan..."

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[forestshadow-wolf]

Thinking about your post about soapghost settling their arguments by fighting it out: one day they have an argument about something serious, some sort of major life decision (retirement, marriage, kids, something like that and really the only reason its an argument is because one of them is scared shitless by the idea) and it ends up on the mats with them yelling arguments about why it is/isn't a good idea until one of them just stares at their partner who is yelling passionately about the life they could have together and just... let's himself get pinned.

👀 did I do good?

thankyou for this ask !!!! this actually rots my frickin' brain and I needed an excuse to write more for this using this ask to force the arguments post into my girl-dad au, but doesn't have to be read that way.

P.s. this is a long one. Imma put ot under the cut

I imagine, way way before they retired, they had married and long-since agreed to retire together.

they'd fought about retiring. Ghost didn't mind the idea of it, was waiting for it to happen actually. but soap, he had quite a few hang-ups about it. see, he'd joined the army at an early age, as soon as he was legal, which means he doesn't really have any civilian life experience. what if he's not ready, what is it doesn't work for him, what if he can't do it, what if, what if, what if...

they argued, it was one of the first BIG arguments they'd ever had. but it's fine, they had a system. they get one day to resolve it with words, if they can't solve it, they take it to the mats. the logic is if you really believe in your argument, then you'll fight defend it adequately.

it was evident when they ended up on the mats on the second day that they hadn't resolved it. There was a mutual apoken agreement that they don'ttake the argumentoff the mats once it entered. they traded blows just as frequently as they traded arguments.

hours later they were panting and exhausted, and still hadn't come to an agreement, and nor had either of them won. so for the first time ever, they had to put the argument on pause. the put it aside for the night, cleaned up, had dinner, and fell asleep in each other's arms. the next morning they were back on the mats.

there was some point, when they were locked shoulder to shoulder, sweat making their skin stick together, and they were too out of breath to hiss arguments at each other. there was a moment where soap could hear Ghost's breath come out shaky with exertion, but still he pushed harder. soap realized that this, Simon retiring with his Johnny, was really truly important to Ghost.

it's not like he didn't know that, but still, the revelation almost makes him falter. suddenly it's like every argument he made against it, became irrelevant. he breaks away from Ghost's hold, panting. in a brash decision he dives for Ghost's legs, he knows what follows will be a grab around his waist just before his back slams into the mat. the sound that reverberates through the heated, sweaty air is, however, surprisingly loud. he lays there, gasping for the breath that got knocked out of him, and lets Ghost pin him down.

After soap finally agreed to retire with Ghost one day, he starts thinking about it. Really thinking. About how he grew up in a large family, and even in the military his life has been revolving around moving parts and people. He thinks maybe he might want a kid or two, not as many as his parents, but one or two.

Ghost says no immediately after soap brings it up.

He's afraid he'll do a bad job, that he'll mess it up. Or even worse; become his father. I mean, how is he supposed to be a good dad of he doesn't even know what that means! Christ! He's just gonna mess them up! He's not cut out to be a father. All he's know is death and hurt. How is that supposed to translate into something good.

This one. This argument lasted even longer than the one about them retiring. This one lasted almost an entire week.

And again like last time they got one day, before they hit the mats. That one day, was the single most tense day on base. Neither soap nor ghost could speak to eachother without circling back to the argument at hand. And of course nobody was willing to break up the fight, lest they get pulled into it.

For the six days after that, they shed their responsibilities, and hit the mats. And it was viscous. Neither held back. They were evenly matched. One fueled by fear, and the other; hope or love, choose your pick.

Even still there was an understanding that once the argument entered the mats, it stayed there when they left, to be picked back up when they came back.

They were sent on one mission during that time, on the sixth day after they hit the mats. It was supposed to last to be easy, would take them less than a day. Of course something went wrong, because something always goes wrong. They both almost died, but through some ruck of luck they got out barely scathed.

The put their gear away, ate, and hit the mats again; despite how tired they were. And Ghost, the moment that ge stepped back onto the mat again, he knew. He knew that he'd do anything for soap. They'd almost died today. But they didn't. Infact, they barely even had any scratches on them.

But still he couldn't fight that instinct to fight, to push back. And still soap was smiling that damned smile. He was so sure of himself, so sure of that he could get ghost to say yes.

And rightfully so. Because one moment he was lifting soap to throw him over his shoulder, and the next he was the one on the ground, soap having used his own momentum to pull his legs out from under him.

And he could have fought it, his mind screamed at him to. But soap was still grinning, and he knew that there was no way he'd be winning.

Perhaps... perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. Perhaps he could learn to be not like his father. Perhaps he could learn to be a dad. Perhaps there was a chance, with soap by his side, showing him how, that he would ruin the child or children that they got. Perhaps soap could show him how to not be like his father.

[vickiee-mcmuffin]

Let me help you

Word count: 3k

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Female Reader

Trope: Explicit smut, Fluff? Age gap (18+ Warning, Minors, DNI)

A/N: Hope you like this. I know I did a fic similar to this before, but wanted to do a different version. Enjoy!!

Summary: You notice Stephen is in pain, and you decide you're going to help him in every way you can.

You have known Stephen since you started your journey at Kamar Taj almost a year ago. It didn’t take you long to discover how arrogant and stubborn he could be, believing he was the best at everything he did and never asking for help. But despite all that, you still found yourself falling for him. You couldn’t help it. He was twice your age but handsome, and on many lonely nights, you found yourself thinking about him in ways that would be deemed inappropriate. 

But you knew Stephen didn’t feel the same way about you. He could be an asshole to you on some days for no reason at all, and it had gotten a lot worse since you started staying at the Sanctum with him. Wong suggested the idea, because he believed Stephen needed an extra pair of hands around the Sanctum to help with duties. You were happy to help around the Sanctum, but as soon as Wong told Stephen, he scoffed and rolled his eyes, muttering out a simple “fine” in response. 

You didn't understand why Stephen was mean to you. You hadn’t done anything to offend him. You just wished he told you what his problem with you was. You needed and wanted answers. 

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It was early morning and you were sound asleep in your designated room at the Sanctum, but you were suddenly woken up by a door slamming shut and Stephen pacing around the corridors. You grabbed your phone, squinting as the bright light hit your face. You checked the time and saw it had just turned 3am. What was Stephen doing up at this hour, and why was he making so much noise? 

Eagar to know what was going on, you pulled back your covers and got out of bed, making your way to your bedroom door. You opened it, ready to go and find Stephen and ask what was going on, but as soon as you stepped foot out of your room, you saw Stephen making his way back to his own room, an ice pack in his hands. 

“What’s going on?” you wondered. “Why are you making all this noise at this time?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Stephen said quickly as he walked passed you. But you knew something was wrong. He seemed to be in pain, you could see it on his face as he passed you. You were worried about him. You hoped he hadn’t seriously hurt himself. 

“Are you hurt?” You asked him.

“I’m fine. Just got back to bed, Y/N,” he said rather harshly before slamming his door shut, leaving you to stand there and wonder what the hell was wrong with him.

You knew for a fact he wasn’t fine, you knew he was in pain and you wanted to help him whether he liked it or not. So, you closed your bedroom door and slowly made your way to his, opening his door when you made it. As soon as you entered his room, you could hear the sound of water running from his bathroom, so you made your way there, catching a glimpse of Stephen with his hands in the sink, they seemed to be shaking a little. You then decided to grab his attention. 

“Stephen,” you said softly, and you watched as he jumped a little before he turned to look at you standing there in just a tee and a pair of panties. 

His eyebrows furrowed, a look of annoyance clear of day on his face. “What are you doing in here? Get out!” he told you, raising his voice a little. But you weren’t going to budge, you wanted to help with whatever pain he was experiencing. 

“I’m not leaving, Stephen. I know you’re in pain.” 

Stephen scoffed, shaking his head at you. “I told you I’m fine.” 

You rolled your eyes as you walked a little closer to him. You looked at his hands in the sink and gasped when you saw the scars covering his fingers. They were milky white in colour and looked sore. You knew just by looking at them that’s what was bothering him. 

“Just put your ego aside for once and let me help you, please,” you offered. “I know you hate me, but I really do wanna help you, Stephen.” 

Stephen just stared at you for a long moment before he finally spoke up. “Whatever, but just this once. I mean it.” 

You smiled and told him you’d be right back before quickly making your way back to your room. You went into your own bathroom and grabbed some massage oil and Epsom salt. You would use it when your own body ache after a hard day of training, it really did help to ease the pain, so you hoped it would help Stephen too. 

You quickly made your way back to him, placing the oil and salt on his sink. You then looked at Stephen and saw he was already looking at you, a look of confusion on his face. 

“What’s all this?” he asked. 

“It’ll help with the pain,” you told him. “It helps me when I’m sore after a long day of training.” 

“Alright then. If you say so.” 

You carefully removed his hands from the sink and grabbed the plug, putting it in the sink. You then replaced the cold water with warm water, filling up the sink enough for Stephen to soak his hands in. Once you turned off the water, you grabbed Stephen’s hands again, gently placing them into the warm water. You heard Stephen let out a groan as soon as his hands made contact with the water. 

You then grabbed the Epsom salt and poured a decent amount into the water. “That should do the trick,” you told Stephen as you looked at him. You saw his eyes were squeezed shut and he seemed a little more relaxed. It seemed your idea was helping him. You smiled at the thought. You let his hands soak for a good five minutes before gently pulling them out, drying them with a towel. 

“We’re not done yet,” you said as you finished drying off his hands. 

“Mm, what’s left of my little free pampering session,” he chuckled, the sound echoing through the tiny bathroom. 

“Shut up,” you told him, but your voice was light and teasing. 

He chuckled once more as you poured some massage oil onto your hands. You then rubbed your hands together before you grabbed his scarred ones, massaging them gently, being careful not to hurt him. You worked on his hands in silence, tracing each and every one of his scars softly. You were curious about how his hands ended up like this. You wanted to know. 

“How did your hands end up like this? I’ve never noticed them before,” you asked him, hoping your question hadn’t offended him. Stephen stayed silent though, and you were worried you had annoyed him by asking. “I’m so--”

“Car accident. Two years ago,” Stephen said suddenly, interrupting your apology. 

“I’m sorry, Stephen. That’s awful.” You shook your head as you continued to massage his hands. You couldn’t imagine how traumatic that would’ve been for him. 

“Don’t be, Y/N. It was my own fault. I was an idiot.” he told you quietly, and it hurt you to hear how his voice changed when talking about it. There was no doubt the incident still affected him. 

“You’re not an idiot, Stephen. But it must’ve been painful.” 

“It was. My hands were completely crushed. I have severe nerve damage in both hands and eleven pins in my hands, too,” Stephen explained.

You felt bad for him. It sounded so painful, and you now knew why his hands had been shaking when you first entered his bathroom. “Do they hurt most of the time?” 

“It’s not as bad as it was two years ago. But they hurt the most during the winter. Some days are better than others.”

The room fell silent again after that and you continued with the massage, hoping the pain Stephen was experiencing earlier had subsided, even if it was just for a little while. Just as you were about to finish with the massage, Stephen spoke up. 

“I don’t hate you, Y/N.”

You paused and looked up at him. “What?” 

Stephen looked at you seriously. “You said to me that I hate you. I don’t hate you.” 

You looked away from him, shaking your head. “Mhm, it sure feels like it.” 

Stephen then pulled his hands away from you, placing them gently on your hips. You gasped at his sudden movements as you looked at him again, a small smile on his lips. “I’ve never hated you. I know I’m an asshole, but it’s because I believed a beautiful and caring person like you would never like me because I’m older or you wouldn't want to be with someone who has hands that can’t do much. I know they’re not much to look at.” 

“Stephen Strange,” you said seriously. “Don’t say that, your hands are unique and beautiful.” 

Stephen shook his head, looking down at the floor. You hated that he felt this way about his hands. You grabbed one of his hands that was resting on your hips and brought it up to your mouth. Your lips lingered over his skin for a moment before you placed a gentle kiss on his skin. 

“Stephen, look at me,” you whispered. He did, looking at you with sad eyes. You kissed at his scars again. “Your hands are beautiful, and they don’t bother me. I do care about you, Stephen, and you mean a lot to me, and I hate to see you in pain.” 

Stephen smiled at you, and you smiled back. His other hand cupped your cheek, his thumb rubbing at your skin softly. “Thank you, Y/N. Thank you for doing this. I really did need this.” 

You smiled at him again, and your smile widened when Stephen moved, meeting your lips for a kiss. He kissed you softly and sweetly, his arms moving to wrap around you, pulling you close to him. You copied his actions, eager to have him pressed against you. 

You continued to kiss in his bathroom, it felt so good to have him kissing you, you wanted to kiss him forever. You then felt Stephen’s hands moving down your back, landing on your ass. He gave your cheeks a gentle squeeze, making you whine against his lips. Your want for him was growing as every second went by, you wanted him so bad. 

“Stephen,” you whispered against his lips. He kissed you again, his hands still squeezing at your cheeks. 

Stephen broke the kiss suddenly and moved to whisper in your ear. “I want you so bad, sweetheart.” 

You whined at his words, grabbing his face and smashing your lips against his. You shared a rough and passionate kiss before you pulled away. “Please make love to me. Want you so bad.” 

“I might not be able to be the one on top though,” he confessed, rubbing at the back of his head. He looked a little embarrassed. “I dunno how long I can hold myself up with my hands, and I don’t wanna fall and crush you.” 

You let out a little laugh at the thought, but you then grabbed one of Stephen’s hands, rubbing at his skin softly. “It’s okay, Stephen. I’ve got this.” 

He smiled before sending you a nod. You then moved out of the bathroom, your hand still holding Stephen’s. He then let go when you got to the bed, and he moved, getting comfortable against his pillows before you got into his lap, straddling him. You then leaned down, meeting his lips for another kiss. He kissed you back, his hands resting on your hips. 

“Sweetheart,” Stephen said, pulling away from your lips. “There’s one more thing before we go any further.”

“What is it?” you wondered. 

He swallowed thickly. “It’s just, it’s just been a while since I’ve done this. Just thought I’d warn you, in case I don’t last long.” 

“How long has it been?” 

“Six years.” 

You were shocked at that fact. “Impossible. I refuse to believe a man as gorgeous as you have gone that long without being with someone.” 

When those words left your mouth, you saw his cheeks were flushed. You had made him blush, and you found it adorable. 

“You’re a flatterer,” he said, chuckling softly. 

You laughed, kissing him softly. “I mean it though.” 

You felt him smile against your lips before he kissed you again. You continued to kiss, and soon you could feel his hard length pressing against you, the feeling making you whine. You started to move your hips, rubbing your covered pussy against him, a groan escaping his lips. The sound sent a shiver straight down your pussy as you continued to rub your pussy against him. 

Stephen suddenly grabbed at your hips, stopping you. “You gotta stop, sweetheart. Otherwise, I’m going to cum before I get to be inside you.” 

“Sorry,” you smiled. You then moved, your hands grabbing at Stephen’s pyjama bottoms, pulling them down his legs. You whined when his cock sprung free, he was long and thick. You couldn't wait to feel him deep inside of you. 

You then threw Stephen’s bottoms to the floor before moving to his top, pulling it over his head, and joining his bottoms. You then swiftly removed your own clothes, your bare body on display for Stephen to see. 

“So beautiful,” Stephen whispered, meeting your lips for a quick kiss. 

One of your hands wrapped around his cock, stroking him a few times before you lifted yourself up, your pussy hovering over his length. You then moved, sinking down onto his cock, both of you letting out moans in unison. You whined when he was balls deep, he was so big, you could feel yourself clenching around him. 

You grabbed his shoulders for support before you started to move, rocking against him with slow movements. You let out a little whine as you moved against him, taking every inch, he was so deep inside you, it felt so good. 

You kept on with your slow pace, Stephen’s groans filling the room. The sound was one of the most beautiful sounds you had ever heard. You were happy you were making him feel good. 

“So good,” Stephen groaned. “Fuck, Sweetheart. You feel so, so good.” 

You whined at his words, meeting his lips for a sweet kiss. He kissed you back, his hands landing on your hips as you continued to ride him. But soon your slow pace wasn’t enough, you wanted and needed more. So, you pulled away and started to move faster, bouncing on his length, the sound of your ass slapping against his hips filling the room. 

“Fuck, yes,” you cried out as Stephen’s cock hit your sweet spot. “Your cock feels so good.” You kept bouncing on his cock at a fast and rough pace, drawing loud groans from Stephen

“Fuck, baby. You gotta slow down. I’m not gonna last much longer,” he groaned, the sound deep and loud. 

But you didn’t slow down, if anything, you moved faster, riding him with every bit of energy you had. His cock kept hitting your sweet spot and you were desperate to feel your orgasm, you wanted it so bad. 

“I’m going to cum,” you cried out as you continued to ride him hard and fast. 

Your words seemed to do something to Stephen, because he suddenly wrapped his arms around you, fucking up into you at a fast pace, his balls slapping at your entrance. 

“Oh, Stephen,” you moaned as he fucked you hard and fast. “Please, don’t stop.” 

“Fuck, I won’t stop,” he promised, fucking up into you as fast as he could. “You feel too good for me to stop.”  

He kept going, and you couldn’t hold back your moans as he fucked you nice and deep. All it took were a few more thrusts before you saw stars, your orgasm hitting you hard and fast. 

“I’m cumming,” you screamed as Stephen fucked you through your orgasm, your pussy squeezing around him. 

Stephen kept groaning beneath you, his length twitching inside of you, and you knew he was close. You wanted him to fill you up and make you his. 

“Cum inside of me,” you told him, and it seems that’s all Stephen needed to hear, because he thrusted into you two more times before letting out a deep, guttural groan. He painted your insides white, filling you up with every last drop he had to offer. 

You then lifted yourself up, Stephen’s cock slipping from your entrance. You moaned at the loss of him inside of you as you laid there on his chest, the both of you catching your breaths. You laid there in silence as you felt Stephen kissing your hair, whispering out sweet nothings. But soon Stephen moved, but you didn’t want to move, you were comfortable. 

“Sorry to move you, my sweet girl, but I need to go to the bathroom,” Stephen told you, and you pouted at his words but moved, laying on his bed. 

Stephen got up and made his way to the bathroom and returned a couple of minutes later with a washcloth in hand. He cleaned you up gingerly, being careful not to hurt you, and once he was done, he tossed the cloth to the floor before joining you back in bed. As soon as he was comfortable, you moved to cuddle up to him, your head resting against his chest as you felt a strong arm wrap around you. You smiled at the feeling of being there in his arms. 

“You know, I might need another massage if this is what happens after,” Stephen laughed, teasing you. 

You looked up at him and smiled. “I’m okay with that if it means I get to be with a tall and handsome man.” 

Stephen laughed once more before giving you one final kiss. “Goodnight, sweetheart.” 

“Goodnight, Stephen.” 

You then fell asleep, happy to be in his arms after the whole ordeal earlier. You hoped his hands wouldn’t hurt again anytime soon. 

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[eternalera]

Who is stronger Lute or Vaggie?

Personally I'm gonna go ahead and say Lute is stronger than Vaggie. 'But they fought and Vaggie beat her-' yeah no one cares, lemme explain.

So basically I know that the angels are meant to be kinda bad fighters because yknow they don't arm themselves properly and stuff and they don't defend as well and you can strike them easily from there but uh...

while I don't doubt that this is the case with other angles its pretty damn clear that it isn't the case with Lute.

Lute attacks Vaggie aggressively and when she first attacks her she goes straight for her eye like she said she would. Not to mention but Vaggie does try and defend against her. Of course this is all kinda unfair towards Vaggie since well she is defending and apparently angels aren't good at defending but you also have to keep in mind that Carmilla trained her so... yeah- sorry.

not to mention the fact that she isn't totally helpless as we see Lute lunge at her trying to attack and Vaggie grab her arm most likely trying to throw her to the ground. But as we see in this next very weirdly timed screenshot I took Lute easily counters this attack. She doesn't hesitate to fly up and slam Vaggie into the ground.

That is impressive. Especially since it's hard to react that fast with a move that effective. Most people even when fighting for a while wouldn't think of that because when you're in hand to hand combat with someone every decision you make is in the moment. Especially in such a fast paced battle like this one.

Another thing would be her notice of the piece of glass that Vaggie held. She had basically a few frames (from what ive seen) to see that and grab it trying to stab Vaggie. That being said though she puts all of her weight and force on it causing Vaggie to easily overpower her and use her own force against you. Remember when fighting you don't put all of your weight/force into one move, it can be easily used against you and yeah, its gonna suck.

We see that here when Lute is in a very bad position, but not for long as it seems that Vaggie might've also made the same mistake and used it. Not to mention that she appears to be standing here and having bad frame as she is bent over. When fighting in a position like this you typically wanna stay tall with your chest since it'll be hard to do what Lute does next which is throw you over.

And we see that Lute does in fact do this with what seems to be little to no struggle. Not to mention that Vaggie didn't have the upper hand for very long. She had it for like a frame in the animation so yeah.

Vaggie does react quickly in this scene though so thats nice :)

Not to mention she's just been thrown to the ground and had to get up and regain posture so thats cool :D

We then see Lute quickly back away though which is also a good move and is kinda a defense I wanna say. She distances herself with her weapon knowing that more distance equals more power but uh yeah she kinda rams it into the wall...

She then leaves her sword (good idea since its proven that she and Vaggie are both quick to react) and goes to instantly tackle Vaggie to the ground instead. I want to point out that this is something that could've been easily avoided on Vaggies part I think. Just take a few steps back or keep some sort of guard up or stance and she easily wouldn't have gotten tackled as easily. But she lets down her guard and well she gets bodyslammed.

Once again Lute uh... uses the environment and slams Vaggies head into a desk... fun. Also Vaggie bleeds gold blood, kinda makes you wonder if she never cut herself on accident before.

Lute lets her guard down though as she goes to search for something to stab Vaggie with and within this time Vaggie finds something to hit her with which is impressive as her eyesight is probably horrible after being slammed into the desk.

In the end we don't see how Vaggie gets to this point but seeing as how they were going before it probably was a long while with a ton of injuries on each side but with Lute most likely having the better position/upper hand in each of the battles as she mostly had it in this fight.

Then in the end Lute stabs Vaggie's hand, she removes the spear and grabs it throwing Lute across and into the rubble (she's pretty damn strong I gotta say).

I'm not gonna count the rubble as fast reaction because Lute was doing a monologue and yknow its not really that impressive in terms of reaction. But it is a good use of surroundings.

But overall in this fight despite Vaggie winning I would still say that Lute is stronger/the better fighter. She let her guard down in a battle she thought that she was already winning but lets be honest, if she didn't she would've killed Vaggie without a doubt it was only when she mentioned Charlie that she actually yknow got Lute.

If she didn't then Vaggie would've been as good as dead.

Overall these two are very good fighters and their fight scene was probably one of my favorites if not my favorite. But in the end I feel like if they were in a sparing match that Lute would win. Honestly she would've/should've won but yknow. Yeah she mentioned Charlie and the power and love and shit :)

lemme know what you think :D

[yanderelovlies]

I mean- giving Bo head and him pounding you aint a bad idea tho 👀 if you dont mind ofc- take ur time gurl

god i want Bo to breed me lowkey........anyway i got you love

🔪THIS FIC IS 18+ AGELESS AND BLANK BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED 🔪

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You've learned many things while sleeping with Bo, and one of them was to always make sure you were not going into work the next day when you wanted to suck on his dick. Something about the act drove him feral, and by the end of it you could barely move. Since you had tomorrow off you decided on your way home that you didn't want to walk tomorrow either.

Walking into your apartment you see bo sitting on the couch, head tilted back as soft snores come from him. Ah he was asleep…even better.

You quietly put your things down then snuck your way to him. Once in front of him you got down on your knees so you were staring hungrily at his dick straight on.  No longer able to wait, you undone his pants, and pulled both his pants and boxers down allowing his semi hard cock come out. He must be dreaming of you…might as well make it a reality. You began by kissing up his shaft till you got to the tip.  You then licked down his shaft continuing the process till his dick was fully hard. 

Since Bo has always been too big for you to handle on your own you slowly took what you could in your mouth, and once you started a pace you had a hand come up and wrap around what you couldnt fit. You could hear the whines that left him as he shifted a bit as your pace began to pick up.You could feel pride bubble in your chest knowing that you were making me like this, but that was slightly replaced by fear when you felt something on the back of your head pushing it down making you take more of him in your mouth.

“A-aah! Puppy….i need to feel more of you.”

You relaxed realizing it was just Bo finally waking up from your mistrastions. You scooted up closer to him, your hands finding themselves gripping on to his jeans as you head came closer and closer to his hips, and his further further down your sweet tight throat. You felt the hand on the back of your head grab a fist full of your hair. Using that grip to pull you off his cock, looking up at him. His usual cheery demeanor no longer visible as pure lust, and need took over.

“Couldn't wait huh puppy….You needed a good fucking that bad?”

You whimpered as you nodded your head the best you could. Bo smirked down at you pleased by how truthful you were.

“Dont worry puppy……Ill fuck you so hard you wont be able to THINK of anything else.”

He kept that promise that night. Once your mouth was around his dick again he used his grip on your hair to move at a pace he wanted. Sometimes he would keep your face squished to his pelvis, while his cock was down your throat. It felt so nice to have his dick wrapped around your warm tight throat. He would pull you off to allow you to breath for a bit before face fucking you once again. 

“G-God puppy! Your throat is so fucking..t-tight!”

“Im gonna..paint you white…so everyone knows who..you belong to!”

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!”

Due to his knot he can't cum down your pretty throat like he wants to, but that just makes him quick to take you off his cock, into his arms, and throw you onto your bed. He takes off his clothes on his way to you, then all but rips off your clothes throwing them somewhere.

“I'm gonna fill you up so much puppy!” 

he takes his dick and lines it up with your entrance slowly pushing himself into you.

“We are gonna have so many litters after this.”  

This was the last time he was soft with you that night . Once he was fully seated in you he fully pulled himself out once again before slamming into you making you back arch moaning his name. His long thick cock hitting every sweet spot with every thrust making you see stars. You could hear the bed creak and crack with each powerful thrust. He was making sure to fuck you into the bed. Making sure you will only be thinking about him.making sure you NEED him. 

“F-fuck take it! Take it all, p-puppy!”

“I-I can't wait to see you full with my pups.”

“F-ffuuucck!...so tightttttt.”

When you started to feel like you were ready to cum Bo stops making you cry out.

“N-now now…be patient puppy…you might like this.”

Bo moves back a bit before grabbing the back of your knees, and folds you in half. Once he enters you again you could feel every inch until it hit your cervix. Tears began to stream down your face as he began thrusting into you again. As each thrust became harder and more rough you could feel your eyes cross, and tongue hang out as drool dripped down and slid between your bodies. As he watched the drool go down he noticed a bulge in your stomach right where his dick would be. He pressed down on the bulge making you squirm, arch your back, and moan loudly.

“God look at you….already a slut for my cock.”

“Your insides will be in the shape of my cock. Now and forever!”

As much as he would love to keep this going he needs to cum in you so bad. He NEEDED to see you full of his cum. Full of his pups. Full of HIM. Not long after that his thrust became quicker and sloppier and his hand reached between your bodies rubbing sloppy circles on your clit.

“Cum with me p-puppy Cum…With…MMMEEEE”

Feeling his knot inside you causing white hot pleasure to course through you as you could feel yourself cum alongside him.

Bo collapsed on top of you still buried inside you due to his knot. You couldn't feel anything but the pleasure still coursing through your veins. This was exactly what you needed, and it made you excited for the next 10 rounds of that night.

[luv4aria]

warnings: slight mentions of abuse, cursing, suggestive behavior. anddd i think that’s it if there’s anything missed lmk.

a/n: this is so lazily written i swear i didnt try. but i’ve been obsessing over hayden christensen a lot lately so why not write abt one of his characters hence why im going to be writing abt sam monroe :) i will be making this a series and trying to update every week at best. again if u see any grammatical errors um this was written lazily saurr yeah.

paring: fem!reader x modernau!sam monroe.

the second i got home she was screaming. why i don’t know and frankly, i didn’t care i just needed to stay out of her sight. as i tiptoed through my house up the stairs she yelled.

“what are you doing. do you see how dirty this kitchen is. come down here and clean it”

i hesitated.

“now.” my mother demanded 

as i made my way downstairs she hit me. not that i wasn't used to it because she had hit me all the time it was just that she hadn't hit me in a long time. i fell to the ground and she repeatedly slapped me and yelled at me to get up. i started to tear up. “no,” i thought i couldn't cry now not in front of her so i blinked back tears and got up trying to compose myself i tried to keep my voice as steady as possible.

“where are the dish rags” i asked

my mother marched around the kitchen slamming the cabinets as she searched for a dishrag. the second she found one she threw it right at my face.

“the kitchen better be clean by the time i wake up” my mom ordered and with that, she walked upstairs once she was out of my sight. i broke down. i believe i cried for a good 5 minutes before i finally got up and started cleaning.

after about an hour had gone by i was finally done with the dishes my fingers were all pruney but as i looked around the kitchen the only thing i had to do left was sweep i don't know why my mom was complaining about the kitchen being dirty. so i swept for what felt like hours. once i was done i put the broom away and made my way upstairs past my mom's room i stopped and put my ear up to her door and heard her snores.

she was asleep “thank god” i murmured. i didn't want to hear her mouth anymore. as i made my way to the end of the hall i stopped in front of my room door and opened it. i let out the heaviest sigh ever my room was dirty i swear shit just piles up i swore to myself i’d clean it up tomorrow knowing damn well i wouldn’t. i stepped over clothes, hangers, shoes, and other shit that was on my floor and sat at my desk swiping everything off of it with my arm was not my best idea because once everything hit the ground it made a loud thud sound like a body had hit the ground. i stayed silent for a second listening to see if my mom had gotten up and she hadn’t i opened the desk drawer and pulled out the small voice recorder my dad had given me before he died. i pressed play and started talking.

“hello, future y/n today's date is march 30th 2024.” i paused for a moment. “so today was quite boring until sam asked me a question. yes, sam monroe asked me a question. the boy i have been crushing on since the 7th grade talked to me today. he asked me if i liked rock i said yes even though i couldn't stand rock music. he then gave me a flier to a gig he and his band had. and then told me he would be really happy if i went to go see him and his band of course i happily took the flier and told him i’d be there he beamed and then got up from his seat because class was over. i still could not fathom the fact that he asked me out!! okay, i need to calm down but that's pretty much it for now hopefully i get to suck his dick or something..i kidding! of course i am im not okay buh bye.”

and with that, i pressed stop on the recorder and quickly put it back in my desk drawer i then walked over to my bed lifted the mattress, and grabbed my packet of cigarettes and my lighter. as i walked over to my window i lit my cigarette and put it up to my lips taking a slow drag from it. then i heard footsteps. it was my mom i knew it was i quickly put the cigarette out and flicked out onto the street and then i pretty much sprinted to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. the footsteps stopped. guess she went back to bed.

after i finished brushing my teeth i checked the clock it was already nine o’clock guess i should go to bed now i threw on an oversized shirt and walked over to my bed. i stared at my ceiling for a good 10 minutes thinking about the day i was about to have tomorrow. then i slowly fell asleep.

[fantasy---feels]

Demon's obsession (11)

pairing: taehyung x grumpy male reader

genre: pure smut tbh, yaoi, bl, fantasy

wordcount: 3,5k~

summary: Taehyung knows that as a royal he's supposed to be noble, gracious, etc etc, but he sure isn't feeling it while watching Y/n dance with basically fcking anyone but him.

warnings: choking, possessiveness, biting, scratching, unprotected sex.

date: 13-01-2024

info: Initially wrote this about two of my Oc's but later felt like also adapting it to some of my favorite fandoms sooo, oops~ Also, since I couldn't choose there are multiple different versions of the same story, just with different main characters ^^

During tonight's ball the third prince's guests are the focus of everyone's attention. Both the men and women don't get a moments respite between all the demons asking them to dance. It doesn't help that the wine served in the palace has all the demons drunk as fuck. Taehyung is grumbling from the sidelines, rejecting all advances, even though, as the prince he knows he is supposed to keep up appearances. Y/n on the other hand keeps accepting every single dance request and Taehyung hasn't had a single moment alone with him. The only reason why Y/n hasn't also danced with loads of men is because every time one wants to approach him, Taehyung manages to 'gently dissuade' them.

Finally after yet another dance Y/n walks back over to the group and crankily notifies them that he's fleeing before his feet fall off. Taehyung watches him go before also saying his goodbyes and following him upstairs, with the others exchanging knowing looks.

Taehyung catches up with Y/n in his wing of the palace, in the hallway that leads to the guest rooms. 'You avoided me.' Y/n keeps walking without looking back. 'I didn't. I was occupied.' Taehyung follows after him. 'You could've rejected them'. Y/n looks back at Taehyung over his shoulder. 'Why would I', he asks flatly, his face uninterested. Taehyung bares his teeth in annoyance. 'You know why.' Finally Y/n turns around to face him, his expression bored. 'No, please do explain. Why should I have rejected them? So I could dance with you instead? Is that why?'

Suddenly Taehyung's arm shoots up and he slams Y/n against the wall, his hand around his throat. 'You fucker', Y/n hisses as the air is rushed out of him. Taehyung gently cups his face as he leans closer to his ear. 'That's exactly why', he whispers, before catching his lips in a rough kiss. Y/n grabs him by the collar and curses against his lips. 'You fucking prick.' But he doesn't actually resist and lets Taehyung deepen the kiss. The demon pushes him further against the wall, till their bodies are pressed flush together. Once out of breath Y/n pushes Taehyung away by the collar, glaring at him, breathing heavy.

Taehyung is panting with his eyes glazed over. Completely ignoring Y/n's glare he takes his hand and kisses the inside of his wrist while looking at him. 'Please, Y/n, I need more, please.' He slowly sinks to his knees, untill he's kneeling down in front of him, staring up. He leans into Y/n, still holding his hand. He puts the hand on his face and leans into it with pleading eyes, breathing hard. Y/n scowls at him. 'Don't you have any self restraint you pervert.' Taehyung gives him a slow smirk. 'You have no idea how much restraint I'm showing right now.' With the hand that isn't holding Y/n's he slowly trails up Y/n's leg and stomach, pushing up his shirt. He looks up and his smirk fades. 'If I hadn't restrained myself~' he slowly leans in and places a kiss on his hip, 'I would already be fucking you against this wall by now.' Then he licks a long stripe from Y/n's stomach to his waist where he stops to gently suck on the skin, making Y/n groan inadvertently. Y/n grabs his hair and pulls his face from his waist. Taehyung looks up at him pleadingly, his eyes glazed over with desire. 'Please, let me fuck you?' His mouth is slightly parted as his breath comes out in hot puffs, his head still pulled backwards. He lets his hand travel up Y/n's legs until he's holding his waist and slowly letting his thumb caress Y/n's stomach.

Y/n glowers at him then huffs in disbelief. 'You get one round, that's it.' Taehyung's eyes darken as he gets up and roughly pins Y/n back against the wall, kissing him hungrily. One of his hands is still holding Y/n's waist while the other one is on his face, to keep him from pulling away. Taehyung presses Y/n's legs apart with his thigh before he starts grinding his hips into him. The friction makes Y/n groan in his mouth, which snaps Taehyung's last thin thread of restraint. A low growl rumbles deep in his throat as he grabs Y/n and picks him up, before slamming him back against the wall and grinding his dick into him. Y/n gasps, 'Fucking prick' . 'Are you attached to these clothes', Taehyung breathes against Y/n's lips. Y/n frowns 'What, no, why do you-' RIIIIIP. 'YOU IDIOT WHAT ARE YOU-' Y/n is cut of when Taehyung pulls him back into a kiss. His outrage over his destroyed pants momentarily forgotten. His voice grows louder when Taehyung reaches down to undo his own pants and into what's left of Y/n's. The feeling of Taehyung stroking him finally makes Y/n give in completely and he can't control the sounds spilling from his lips. His throaty moans are enough to make Taehyung go absolutely feral.

Y/n groans in surprise when Taehyung pushes his head back to kiss him even deeper. Then he feels Taehyung's fingers, coated in his own precum, slowly stretching him out. He arches his back at the sudden feeling, accidentally making it easier for Taehyung to slide his fingers in deeper. He shudders when Taehyung presses down and scowls when he feels a cocky grin against his lips. 'Oh shut up and just fuck me already.' He immediately regrets his words as he sees Taehyung's eyes darken. 'Fuck, Taehyung, slowly okay, I can't - UGH'. For a moment theres dark spots covering his vision after Taehyung lined himself up, and then slammed his whole length in at once.

Y/n's head falls back as his mouth hangs open in silent shock. His breath comes in short inhales and his hands tremble on Taehyung's shoulders. Taehyung leans in and places sloppy open kisses on his exposed throat. 'I thought you told me to just fuck you. Why are you suddenly so quiet?' He smirks as he pushes a bit deeper still, pulling a gasp from Y/n, who glares at him. 'You fucker, I also told you to go slow.' He presses his eyes shut as he tries to calm down.

'Ah~ sorry, you mean like this?' Taehyung grinns evilly as he slowly rolls his hips to drag his dick out just to immediately fully push it back in. Y/n's head falls back again and his moaning comes out in stutters. Taehyung gazes at him hungrily as he keeps rolling his hips, slow and deep, to see his reactions. When he notices how Y/n's breathing is speading up, he starts to pick up the pace. A bit faster, a bit harder and with every thrust trying to push a bit deeper, until Y/n is shaking in his arms, a broken string of moans falling from his lips. Taehyung instinctually bares his teeth at the sight.

He slams his hips up against Y/n till he can feel him coming undone and in that last moment he pushes even harder. As he bites down on the nape of Y/ns neck and buries himself in him to the hilt he can feel Y/n's orgasm shudder through his body as he gasps. Taehyung curses when he feels Y/n clamp down on his dick, destroying all of his determination to not come yet. 'Fuck, I'm sorry', he whispers under his breath and before Y/n has time to brace himself he starts slamming back into him. Y/n curses under the overstimulation and digs his nails into Taehyung's shoulders as the latter buries his face in his neck and pounds him deeper and faster, again and again until his breathing becomes ragged and his thrusts erratic. Then finally he slams in deep enough to make Y/n gasp when he feels Taehyung spilling inside of him.

They stay like that for a moment, both panting. Taehyung still has his face buried in Y/n's neck, softly placing kisses there and below his jaw. 'Thank you', he breathes, his eyes hooded and his lips slightly parted. Y/n is too exhausted to respond at all and just hangs in his arms, panting, looking at the ceiling.

After a few more moments of silent heavy breathing, Taehyung slowly lowers Y/n to the ground, but when he notices how unsteady he is, he grinns and moves to pick him back up. Y/n slaps him away and scowls. 'I can walk by myself.' Taehyung smirks, 'Are you sure, I feel like I did a pretty good job so I doubt it.' Y/n glares at him but he's to tired to resist when Taehyung picks him up in his arms. 'I'm way too heavy for this you musclebrain.' Taehyung grinns at him 'It's fine, what else are all these stupid muscles good for if not for this.' Y/n feels him flex his arms for good measure. 'Also, this is my fault to begin with', Taehyung smirks, obviously not sorry at all. Y/n huffs and just gives up, letting himself be carried through the big empty halfway to Taehyung's rooms, where Taehyung lays him down on the bed and promptly flops down on top of him.

Y/n looks down at the man resting his head on his stomach. 'We need to wasp up first, your sheets will be ruined.' Taehyung doesn't even open his eyes as he mumbles from where he's laying. 'It's fine, I'll change them tomorrow, for now let's just stay like this.' Y/n can feel Taehyung's breathing slow down and his heart beats against his skin. Y/n sighs deeply, how did he even get himself involved in all this.

When he's sure that the demon laying on top of him is asleep he slowly weaves his fingers through his hair. Taehyung moans in his sleep and leans into his hand. Y/n thoughtfully looks at the man's sleeping face then scowls. 'How the fuck do you look so innocent now.'

Taehyung wakes up and smiles in satisfaction when he realizes that he's holding Y/n in his arms. He looks at the human's sleeping face, his expression relaxed and much softer than when awake. He softly kisses his neck, which make Y/n inadvertently moan and lean back into him. Taehyung presses his eyes shut, trying to keep out any perverted thoughts, but he fails miserably. He groans when he feels himself harden against Y/n.

He's still trying to calm himself but he unconsciously starts pushing his hips into Y/n's. His arm around Y/n's chest tightens as the friction starts getting to him and he pulls him flush to his chest. Softly panting he starts out with soft kisses on Y/n's neck, but they soon turn sloppy and harsher until he's sucking bruises into the perfect white skin.

Y/n's body responds unconsciously to the rough ministrations and soft moans fall from his lips. His voice only makes it harder for Taehyung to control himself and he groans as he manœuvres himself between Y/n's thighs to get more friction. The feeling as he starts sliding back and forth makes him moan into Y/n's shoulder. The feeling of Taehyung rubbing against him also finally makes Y/n stir a bit. Taehyung is really starting to loose it now, he needs to be inside, but he doesn't want to wake Y/n up. He rolls his hips faster and groans at the feeling. He's still sucking pretty blue spots on Y/n's skin, but when the latter suddenly stirs and clenches his thighs together in his sleep, Taehyung gasps and bites down while moaning into his neck.

This finally does the job and Y/n wakes up with a shock. He half turns his head around and growls 'The fuck do you think you're do-' A sudden hard thrust of Taehyung catches him of guard and he moans deeply at the sensation. 'Fuckkkk, you horny idiot, let go of me.' He gasps as the other's dick rubs him again. 'Sorry, can't, need to have you.' Taehyung kisses and sucks his sensitive skins apologetically. 'I can't stop, need to fuck you, I can right? Please tell me I can?' Before Y/n can even respond one of Taehyung's arms moves to hold him in place against his chest while his other hand slides down to grab one of his legs. Realizing that he won't be able to stop him Y/n tries to move out of his grasp. 'No wait, wait, at least give me a mo- AHH~' His sentence is cut short as Taehyung pushes his dick into him in one long, slow motion. It's easier this time because they just did it, but they both still pant at the tight feeling for a moment. Taehyung has Y/n pressed flush against his chest, his teeth buried in his skin and his dick pushed as deep as it can go. He groans and it rumbles through Y/n's whole body as he lays moaning and panting with his mouth open, completely overwhelmed by the sudden intrusion. 'Goddamn demons,' he gasps. Taehyung finally regains his composure and pulls his mouth of Y/n's skin, to lick the slight marks. 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, are you okay? I'll be gentle okay? I'll be really careful, I'll take it slow.' He places soft kisses in Y/n's neck to appease him. 'You'll let me right?' He slightly rolls his hips into him. Y/n hisses. 'Just shut up. And SLOWLY.' Taehyung smiles slightly dazed and nods against his back, before pulling out almost completely, and slowly pushing all the way back in, making them both groan. He carefully sets a rhythm where he pulls out about halfway and rolls his hips back up at just the right angle to keep hitting Y/n's sweet spot. He can feel the man writhing in his arms to get away from the overstimulation but he doesn't let him. One of his arm still holds his chest and with the other he now pulls back his hips so he can't escape. A string of guttural moans spills from Y/n's mouth when Taehyung slams up into him with force. 'Fuckkkk~ you said you'd be gentle you bitch.' Taehyung moves his hand to grab Y/n's throat and pulls him back against him. 'I know, but you look so pretty all fucked out, I couldn't help it.' Y/n tries to glare at him but his eyes soon glaze over as Taehyung's rough thrusts keep coming and filling him up. Taehyung curses at the sight and slams his hips up even harder. With the hand not on Y/n's throat he presses on his stomach, making the man groan in protest. 'Fuck offff, too full.' Taehyung grinns with lust, 'I can feel myself in your stomach, that's so hot,' he rubs small circles on on Y/n's skin. 'I wonder what would happen if I pressed down here?' He presses with his fingers while simultaneously snapping his hips up aiming at the same spot. Y/n's eyes fly wide and his mouth hangs open, but no sound comes out. Taehyung sees the reaction and greedily slams into that same spot again. Y/n's eyes go completely unfocused and unintelligible curses spill from his open mouth. Taehyung hungrily takes in his expression and keeps fucking into him at that same angle until he finally pushes him over the edge and makes him come hard. With a broken stream of moans Y/n falls limp in Taehyung's arms, trembling lightly from the assault.

Taehyung grins greedily at the sight but takes pity on his lover and slowly works him through his orgasm with soft, deep strokes, placing sweet kisses on his shoulder, until he stops termbling. Finally, still panting, Y/n scowls. 'Great, you had your fun, now get out of me.' He pushes at the demon's arm, but it won't budge. Taehyung chuckles lowly. 'I think you're confused about something~' He leans in and whispers in Y/n's ear with a smirk. 'I didn't come yet.'

Y/n stills. 'No. FUCK NO. Get off, get off right now, I can't ta- FUCK! ' His whole body shakes with the force of Taehyung's hips slamming back into him. 'Just relax, I'll make you feel good again.' Taehyung grinns at him as his thrusts grow faster and faster. Y/n curses and tries to struggle out of his grip which only results in Taehyung flipping him over on his stomach, pinning him with his weight, before pounding down into him.

Y/n curses,'You're too deep you dickhead!', but at the same time he can't stop the moans from spilling out as he buries his face in the bed and grabs onto the sheets. Against his back Taehyung is panting and the sweat is dripping down his face and chest. 'Fuck. Fuck, you feel so good, I think I'm addicted to this. Gods I could fuck you forever.' He buries his face in Y/n's back as he rolls his hips to get even deeper. His rhythm becomes erratic as he chases his high and he slams in with a few more fast rough thrusts before he pushes himself in as deep as he can. Lightning sparks behind Y/n's eyes as he comes again, panting into the bed, while he feels Taehyung filling him up once more. They lay there panting for a while, until Taehyung rolls onto his side, pulling Y/n with him and against his chest.

Y/n grumbles as Taehyung covers his abused skin with soft kisses, 'Don't you have any self-control? I told you you'd get only one round.' Taehyung smiles against him, 'I didn't think I'd be able to get you into my bed like this again any time soon. So I had to grab my chance while I had you.' Y/n tsks but doesn't disagree. Taehyung chuckles against his back. 'Exactly.' He buries his face back in Y/n's abused neck and inhales, then grins. 'You smell like me.' Y/n scowls, 'Are all you demons so fucking primal? You sound like an animal.' 'Yes, you could say that, and thank you, I'll take that as a compliment', Taehyung smirks before playfully licking a trail up the side of Y/n's neck making him shudder. 'For fucks sake', he hisses. 'So are you telling me that if I ever wanted to fuck another demon, I'd have to go through this same shit?'

He feels Taehyung freeze behind him, and before he can look back to see his reaction he is beimg slammed down on his back, Taehyung above him, pinning his wrists with one hand while the other is on his jaw. 'That was a very stupid thing to say', the demon growls at him, his teeth bared in a scowl. 'I was planning on going easy on you from now on, but you just changed my mind.' Y/n freezes when he feels Taehyung against his stomach, he's hard again. 'No, I was kidding, let go', he stares down at the demon's dick, dread heavy in his stomach. 'I can't go another round.' 'Should've thought about that before you put that image in my mind', Taehyung basically snarls. Y/n's eyes snap back up to his face and Taehyung's expression makes him pale. He fucked up.

Taehyung's eyes soften, if just slightly. 'I know I have no right to keep you from fucking other men.' His eyes darken again. 'But that doesn't mean I can't ruin you enough that no one else will ever be able to satisfy you again.' He grins but there is no joy behind the expression. When he leans in and lines himself up with Y/n, he whispers in his ear, 'I advice you to relax.' Then he snaps his hips forward and bottoms out. Y/n gasps but he gets no time to adjust as Taehyung pulls back and slams back in immediately, and again and again until he's set a punishing rhythm which has the entire bed shaking with the force of his thrusts. Y/n can't do anything but try to keep breathing and push against the head of the bed, to keep himself from crashing into it. One of Taehyung's hands is still on his face and when he opens his eyes he is met with the demon's piercing stare. He's really going to ruin him, he realizes. He can't think straight, pain and pleasure from the deep pounding are blending together and overwhelming his senses. He knows what he probably looks like right now with his mouth hanging open and his eyes glazed over, tears rolling down his face. He must look completely fucked out, but he can't seem to to care, or fix it even if he did. The sound of the bed ramming into the wall and their hips slamming against each other fills the room and Y/n is certain he's going to pass out. Taehyung is too big, too deep, too rough, he's really going to die. Just when his eyes roll back in his head he feels Taehyung bite down on his neck and with one more deep thrust he fills him up, which also pushes Y/n over the edge and they both come together.

Taehyung gently takes Y/n's face in his hands and places a kiss on his forehead. His breathing is heavy as his whispers, 'I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll be ready to let you go any time soon.' Y/n is too worn out to respond and just stares at him with empty eyes. He's asleep within seconds. Taehyung lays down next to him, propping himself up on his elbow. He looks at the sleeping human and with his free hand he cups his face. He rubs soft circles on his cheek as he sighs. 'This is going to hurt like a bitch.'

The next morning when Taehyung wakes up the space next to him is empty and cold. He turns on his back and puts his arm over his eyes in defeated acceptance. He had known that he would wake up alone from the start after all.

[fangirlfrom-hell]

Music Fest || Jay and Will Halstead x Halstead Sister

Warnings (that are not really warnings): language and dirty lyrics of a song, but nothing really bad. *I translated the song from one in Spanish 🤫

"No!", both Jay and Will said unison looking down to their little sister.

"But, like, why not?"

"You're still too young...those music festivals are always full of drunk people", Will said without even raising his head to look at her.

"...and I don't want to be all night stuck to the radio listening to every incident that happens in said event. You have no idea how wild they get", the detective completed.

Becca just rolled her eyes, her brothers were exaggerating everything, as usual.

"You don't have to, I'll go with my group of friends, won't be alone"

"Oh! you mean the same friends that leaved you alone that night in the middle of the street and you had to call me scared and crying to pick you up?" Will raised his brows, still mad at the memory.

"That was once and no, I'm not going with them. I'm going with my friends from acting class"

"Oh, well, that changes...nothing", he joked.

"In fact...", Jay intervened while pouring some coffee in his mug, "that only makes it worse"

"Oh, come on! I'll buy the ticket with my savings! You don't even have to give me money!"

Jay took one hand to rub his face, the same conversation had been repeated countless times during the week and he was getting tired of it "Stop wasting your energies! The answer will always be the same..."

"No!", both of her brother repeated with a stern but tired tone. She didn’t have a chance to win.

"Ugh! You never let me do anything fun!" The youngest Halstead said while slamming the door of her room, which put an end to the conversation.

Undazed, Will and Jay remained in the kitchen as if nothing had happened, they were already used to Becca’s teenage outbursts.

A few days passed and the girl was still mad at her brothers, she was already a grown up and was able to take care of herself, why wouldn’t they let her go? Life was unfair.

Becca was on her bed when a knock on the door interrupted her toughts, and knowing it was Jay, she laid her head down pretending to be asleep. She was upset and playing to be offended.

"I know you're awake", he said coming into the room.

"What?" The girl slowly raised her head, pretending she didn't know what he was talking about.

Her brother laughed, "Am I wasting my money in your classes? Because you are a terrible actress"

She rolled her eyes and sat on the bed, "What do you want, Jay Jay?”

He sighed before speaking up, hands on his hips “Do you still have the money for the ticket?”

Becca opened her big eyes wide and turned to face him, answering even before he could finish the question, “Yes! Why?”

“Ok. Here’s the deal, you can go, bu—” in an instance, she was hanging from his neck, “But I’m not giving you any money…”

She suddenly became suspicious, “Wait! Is this a trap?”

Jay strangely smirked, “No, is just…you were very excited…”

Becca was shouting out of happiness, jumping on her bed “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

“I gotta work that day, so Will’s taking you there and picking you up at 10, not later!"

“Fine”

“No alcohol!” Jay pointed towards her with each pronounced word. “If I find out you drink a drop of alcohol, you’ll be grounded and locked inside the house for the rest of your life, you hear me?”

“I’ll get an underage ticket, they won’t even sell me anything even if I wanted to”

“Hmm”, he crossed his arms incredulous trying to read if his sister was just acting innocent or she was really naive. Whichever the answer was, didn’t help for the fact that he didn’t really wanted her to go.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Jay Jay!" She hugged him one more time and he smiled.

Time passed by really slow since she got her ticket, excitment filled her body as the day approached. This was an important date, her very first music festival! She wanted it to be perfect in all ways. She wanted to look good, aesthetic and pretty. The chosen outfit was a skirt with red squares to her waist and fishnet tights with a translucid blouse; for her feet, her favorite platform black boots. She felt pretty that way, until she went out of her room and Will’s expresion lowered her bliss

“NO!” He said as soon as he saw her sideways, “Go change, you are not leaving the house like that!”

“Why not?”

“Are you really asking?”, her eldest brother crossed his arms. “Skirt’s too short and I can see through your blouse”

“Yea, and I have a bralett under, no big deal”

Her brother’s face started to match his red hair.

“I’ve used these clothes before right in front of you and you’ve never had any problem with it!”

“Yea, because you’re always out with us, your big brothers, one of them an ex-soldier and current cop who could kill with his sight, which means you are safe! But now you are going all alone to a freakin’ festival full of drunk and drugged people”

Becca couldn’t do anything but pull a face.

“Go find something else!”

“Fine!” She shouted with watery eyes.

“No one is going to ruin my day”, she muttered to herself while changing her clothes. “I can still look good and cool on jeans”

But Will only approved after she changed five different times.

“Much better”, he clapped when she finally came out with mom jeans and a oversized band t-shirt, which still made her look pretty, but not the type of pretty she expected.

“Let’s get out of here, please! I’m already running late”, she hurried with a gesture of annoyance.

Will leaved her where her friends were waiting, “10 PM I’ll be right here. One minute late and you’ll have to deal with Jay”, he threatened one last time before parting.

“Wow, you weren’t joking about your brothers”, a girl said as they all walked to the entrance.

“Yea, they have seen some shit at work, that’s why they are the way they are”, Becca aknowledged and felt a bit bad for the way she had reacted to all this festival matter, after all, they were only trying to take care of her.

When their tickets were checked, they crossed to line up to the filter, before they could actually get in.

“But, hey! There are no more brothers here! No parents either”, noticing Becca’s seriousness, a girl crossed her arm around her neck “We’ll have fun and they don’t even have to know about it, right?”

They all laughed, but a familiar gentile voice made Becca’s blood run cold, “Please, open your bag, young ladie”. Slowly and not wanting to, she raised her head to meet Burgess’ gaze. The police officer was smiling, mocking her for the surprised expression she made when she saw her.

“You are all good, Beccs”, she handed her pertenences back, “You can go in”.

But the girl was in a zombie mode, for another peculiar voice was heard at her back. She quickly turned to witness how Adam was checking her male friends’ pockets, “You can’t bring opened boxes of cigarretts in. Wait! You can’t even smoke, you’re underage. Give me that!”

In a moment, Ruzek’s eyes met the Halstead sister and he waved his hand to her, “Oh! Hey, Becky Beccs”

“Oh, fuck!” Becca couldn’t help to say outloud.

“This was the reason why they had let me come out of the sudden”, she was so into her toughts. “The place is full of Intelligece cops that would not take their eyes off of me. They must’ve been lacking personal and Sergeant Platt asked them to do extra hours, that had happened before. I should had known better, that’s why Jay said he would be working today”

Wait.

“Jay said he would be working that day meant that he is here, right here at the festival”

As they walked in, Becca couldn’t stop looking around to see if she spotted her brother. She was now feeling anxious, couldn’t even pay attention to the conversations her friends were having. Even when she couldn’t see Jay, she was sure he knew where she was.

Whenever she tried to forget about it and do something fun, she found another familiar faces: first it was Kevin, who approached her to fist bump and tell her where he would be all night if she happened to need something, “You’re the safest girl in this place”, he winked. Then, she witnessed how he pointed at her while talking to her fellow cops, as giving instructions; later, she ran into Sergeant Platt, or better said Trudy yelled her name loudly, and decided to take a picture with the girl; the only detective that gave her space was Hailey, who smiled at her from the distance when they saw each other, altough maybe it was only because she was busy scolding a drunk girl to the ambulance.

It was already night and Becca had barely enjoyed her time at the festival. She regretted that. When you wait for something with such anticipation and excitement, it is very easy to get dissapponted when something doesn’t go as planned, even if it’s a small thing. She was feeling a bit sad, but at the same time she was invaded by a feeling of freedom when she saw her friends dancing and singing loud under the moon. One of them stretched her hand inviting her to dance…

You’ve got such a good view when you put me on all fours

And Becca decided she could enjoyed the rest of the night by pretending she wasn’t the sister of her brother, ignoring the cops around.

If my dad finds out about this he’ll kill you

As she started to have fun, the music sounded louder in her ears…

Check out my trick, be careful

And she forgot about everything and everyone around her, it was just her an her friends. Soon, she was among them dancing and singing her lungs out.

An amazing bitch, curvy and eloquent

Her eyes were closed as she was guided by the beat.

Magnificently colossal

And when she finally was having fun, she opened her eyes.

Extravagant and animal

And Jay was right next to the crowd staring at her with eyes like saucers. He was visibly mad by the way she was moving and the election of song. He was slightly saying no with his head, his lips as tight as his crossed arms. She freezed, couldn’t even blink, but anyway raised her hand to say hello in an akward way. She noticed how Hailey was draggin him by the arm trying to take him out of there. Needless to say she couldn’t keep dancing.

Becca was outside before 10:00 PM, what she wanted the most was to get out of there before Jay would reach her. That scene was on the top 3 of her most embarrassing moments of her life.

Will arrived punctually, “How was it?” He asked, laughing while starting the car, of course he already knew the answer.

“Oh, it was so much fun”, she said from the back seat, frowning to the window.

[stevetown]

Final Fantasy VII: Rebirth

Playtime: 59h 29m Completed: April 17, 2024

I put off writing this entry because I didn't want to admit to myself that I really did not care for Rebirth. Remake was my favorite game of the last decade, and I rarely get hyped for new titles nowadays, so to swallow the bitter pill and admit the last four years of hype were wasted...hurts.

It happened sometime around Costa Del Sol. After a lengthy chapter involving a card tournament, which itself was followed by a chapter whose climax hinges on a rhythm game parade segment, here was another chapter where you had to complete multiple required mini-games to get tickets to dress our favorite cast of destiny defiers for the beach. On its face, Rebirth should have been exactly what I was looking for. I love these characters so much that just hanging out at the game's equivalent of Atlantic City should have been an easy slam dunk for me. And there are good, if fleeting, character moments to be found here!

But at this point in the game, it became apparent there's no pathos and no forward momentum pulling the party forward other than "I guess we'll bumble around looking for black robed figures." It's a confusing approach to the middle chapter considering even the original was so clear about the stakes for each character and what they were after once they left Midgar. Remake was also so keen on engaging with our knowledge of the original's plot. "You can't fall in love with me" sent me reeling. Rebirth offers no such assurance that it knows nor cares about what's coming.

Emotional catharsis is nowhere to be found. Character moments like Barrett and Dyne's reunion and Red XIII's Cosmo Canyon homecoming are offensively brief, having little to no lead up and no follow through indicating those events had a lasting impact on anyone. The few beats where the game does take swings and add new material are almost never talked about amongst the cast, leading to narratively clashing moments that left us scratching our heads and screaming at the screen for anyone to talk about anything of importance. Whenever the game begins to build any kind of emotional crest, you can count on it falling short of a satisfying conversational resolution if it wasn't interrupted by Yuffie screaming about materia for the thousandth time this chapter.

It's not all bad. There's good stuff here with Cloud and Tifa's relationship. Vincent and Cid's character introductions are highlights that got some good belly laugh's and felt like old school Remake character magic. The second visit to the Gold Saucer got the waterworks going. The combat is more of the same, which is to say fairly good, but it's hard to keep all of the character play styles straight in your head and the Folio system is the worst character upgrade system since Final Fantasy II.

Then there's the climax, which I'm honestly too exhausted to get into. It's not that I hate the idea of what they're going for here, but during the moment where the game needed clarity the most it decided to muddle the message and leave us shrugging more than salivating for part III. It's clear this Final Fantasy VII remake experiment wants to have its cake and eat it too, offer titillating change and remain faithful to the original, but instead offers neither. I'm not left with confidence that Hamaguchi, Nomura and co. know how to wrap this up and deliver a satisfying conclusion to what they kicked off with aplomb and intrigue in Remake.

I did have fun with Rebirth! I put a lot of hours into it, despite the game's incessant efforts to make me hate it at almost every turn (I never want to hold down triangle for three seconds every time I need to do anything in the environment, thanks). There are good nuggets buried deep within the expansive nothingness that is the game's take on Ubisoft map design. But this is a game that is impressively all fat with little meat to chew on. Golden moments are spread too thin, not explored to satisfaction, and at worst become utterly confusing. I know in a year I'll still be pining for the last installment, which is more of a testament to how enduring these characters are than anything Rebrith itself did. I might as well see this through, but I'm left feeling disappointed that Square has shown this experiment to be what I wasn't looking for after all.