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blouisparadise · 1 year

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Upon request, today we have a rec list of bottom Louis fics that are based on Louis' solo songs, Harry's solo songs, or One Direction songs. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Sweet and Sour, Hearts Devoured | Explicit | 1,756 words

Note: This fic is inspired by One Direction's song No Control.

Louis wakes up in a hotel bed to find Harry's not beside him. He starts remembering their previous night together, and when Harry returns to find him jerking off, he decides to bring him to orgasm himself.

2) Little Black Dress | Not Rated | 1,973 words

Note: This fic is inspired by One Direction's song Little Black Dress.

Based on the song ‘Little Black Dress’ by One Direction.

3) No Control | Explicit | 2,368 words

Note: This fic is inspired by One Direction's song No Control.

"I'll make this feel like the first time."

4) Your Good Time | Explicit | 3,070 words

Note: This fic is inspired by One Direction's song Temporary Fix.

Louis and Harry meet in a bar when Harry's date is an ass.

5) Blue Lights To Dreams | General Audiences | 3,741 words

Note: This fic was inspired by Harry's song Little Freak.

“I’m glad we’ve made it so far,” Louis said, smiling widely, giving a second look to the diamond ring in his ring finger. “I love you H.” After a few seconds Harry grinned at him and responded, “I love you more than anything else Lou, I’m happy that you are the one I’ll always come home to everyday”. The view of the Caribbean waters made their date better, but not perfect because that was a Harry and Louis thing, to be perfect together. “I’m glad we’ve made it so far,” Louis said, smiling widely, giving a second look to the diamond ring in his ring finger. “I love you H.” After a few seconds Harry grinned at him and responded, “I love you more than anything else Lou, I’m happy that you are the one I’ll always come home to everyday”. The view of the Caribbean waters made their date better, but not perfect because that was a Harry and Louis thing, to be perfect together.

6) I'm Your Goodnight | Explicit | 4,310 words

Note: This fic is inspired by One Direction's song Temporary Fix.

Louis is bombarded with Larry questions from an interviewer after the 2015 AMAs, and becomes too overwhelmed to stick around for the after party. He bails on the band and goes home to his LA apartment to spend the night there. After a couple hours of constant tossing and turning in bed, Louis can't get his mind off of the interview from earlier so he calls Harry looking for some comfort.

7) Please Master | Explicit | 4,344 words

Note: This fic is inspired by Harry's song Carolina.

“I was staring at you”, Harry says quietly, his fingers dancing on Louis’ heated skin, “earlier, on the dancefloor. I know you noticed me. But you’re used to people staring, aren’t you?” Though the question comes with a chuckle, it feels to Louis as though he is being scolded. Scolded, for he is desirable, and innocent, and untouched, and irresistible. Words, all of which were said to him by Harry as he requested his company for his endeavors for the night. It was the manner in which he said them, with a drawl so slow it reminded Louis of the way he liked to pour honey in his tea in the afternoon; through a spoon slightly tilted, each drop a triumph of its own. Most he had liked how the words had melted his mind as hot water did to honey; persistently, inevitably. And, much like he does his tea, it appears he prefers his company – sweet, steaming, and alone. “I think you enjoy it. The staring. I think you find pleasure in knowing you are wanted, a thrill in being chased. How boring”, Harry says, appearing indifferent to Louis despite the cruel nature of his words. “It’s a pity. You enjoy feeling like a slut, but all you need is somebody to fuck the seductive little brat out of you.”

8) I Can't Get You Out Of My Mind (I Still Crave It) | Mature | 4,520 words

Note: This fic is inspired by Harry's song Complicated Freak.

"You're an idiot," It was Lya's time to interrupt. "Why would you want another guy when you already have yours? Don't you ever get tired of those silly games?" "It is different!", Louis defended himself again, mouth open. "How come is it different?" Lya asked again. "I love Harry," it was easy like breathing. "He's the love of my life, I'm going to marry him," Louis looked around, until his eyes looked with Harry's, glossy and vibrant. "That guy was just a hook."

9) One More Taste Of Your Lips To Bring Me Back | Explicit | 5,469 words

Note: This fic is inspired by One Direction's song Love You Goodbye.

“I should go.” He dropped the box. Harry stepped closer. The hand around his wrist left, going to hover over the curve of his hip where the jumper had ridden up. Harry wasn’t touching him and Louis felt frustrated that he wasn’t taking the opportunity for escape. He took a step back, breath hitching when Harry followed. “You-I haven’t seen you in a skirt since…” Harry trailed off, his voice filled with too much emotion for this to be the short, simple goodbye it was supposed to be. Louis swallowed harshly, but offered, “Since the AMAs after party at Niall’s.” Harry nodded slowly, his eyes drifting up and over every inch of Louis, drinking in the sight as if it was the last time. It is, Louis told himself, it’s over. Leave. Leave. “Fuck. You, you look so pretty, I- dammit,” and then Harry was finally looking at Louis' face, eyes sharp and darkening into something that Louis was familiar with. He couldn’t breathe with Harry’s eyes on him, heavy. His heart was stuttering unevenly and he jumped when his back hit the wall, gasping softly. “Why?” Harry asked, his fingers finally brushing the hem of his skirt.

10) Just Stop Your Crying (It's a Sign of the Times) | Explicit | 5,864 words

Note: This fic is inspired by Harry's song Sign Of The Times.

My own imagining of the inspiration for Sign of the Times. Featuring boys in love, even after all this time.

11) Stockholm Syndrome | Not Rated | 17,985 words

Note: This fic is inspired by One Direction's song Stockholm Syndrome.

"You see, I don't see insanity as a burden or a horrible thing anymore. I chose to be insane because that's the only time I truly feel free."

12) Strong Enough | Explicit | 20,791 words

Note: This fic is inspired by Louis' song Fearless.

Five years after Vertigo goes on hiatus, the band comes back together for a benefit concert. Can Louis and Harry work through their complicated past, or are some wounds too deep to be healed?

13) What's Left Of My Halo's Black | Explicit | 22,464 words

Note: This fic is inspired by Louis' song Holding On To Heartache.

A year after a devastating breakup, Louis is still trying to put himself back together - but getting over a breakup is hard when you work as a wedding planner. Thankfully, his coworker Harry is the most supportive friend Louis could ask for. But Harry has some secrets of his own, and they send Louis' world spinning off its axis all over again.

14) Hash Brown, Eggyolks. I Will Always Love You | Mature | 26,883 words

Note: This fic is inspired by Harry's album Harry's House and unreleased songs.

Harry loves watching Louis, it never gets old or boring for him because everytime he looks at him he finds traces of something new he didn't find the last time and it always left him in awe to call Louis as the love of his life, he get to call him his and he get to know someone as amazing as Louis. The way there's a small mole underneath his chins and traces of freckles wrapped around his cheeks like constellations. Louis is so beautiful to just sit and admire what he's like and the small omega didn't even know how beautiful and how important he is for him. That's why whenever Louis would get inside his head and be an insecure mess, harry would kiss every tear away and would fill Louis up with love. He never wanted Louis to go to a drop again because of it so he always makes sure to give him enough of everything he will ever need. Andy place down their orders as harry was still lost in staring at his muse that Louis was quickly arranging their food in the way he loves to. "Okay we've finally got our hash browns, some nice sunny side up egg yolks.. and what else?" Louis rambled, trying to organize the many food his alpha had ordered for him. "I love you."

15) Somebody's Got Your Trainers On (It's You) | Explicit | 28,000 words

Note: This fic is inspired by Louis' song Saturdays.

Louis hasn't thought about Harry since half an hour after the shift started, when Krystle told him that she was binging Gogglebox last night and therefore didn't get enough sleep - a sure reminder of Harry’s temporary Gogglebox obsession. Five hours isn't much without thinking about someone, but that's as long as it gets. Louis came to terms with that two years ago. When Harry walked out the door with his stupid New Balance trainers and never looked back.

16) The Pink Album | Not Rated | 31,039 words

Note: This fic was inspired by Harry's debut album.

They don’t really discuss how hard it is to be in this situation, or to be doing the things they have to do to continue being together. It’s just something they don’t talk about, and that’s alright. Or maybe it isn’t, but they’ll cross that bridge when they get to it.

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flandrepudding · 1 year

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doll collection post

Hi guyz!! so somebody asked me to post my doll collection a while back and I put it off because i'm trying to rearrange my setup but its taking much longer than expected due to irl stuff.

But I dont wanna wait anymore! Feel free to just scroll through the pictures, you don't have to read the commentary if you don't want to. In fact you don't have to scroll through any of this at all. I wrote a lot because I am severely neurodivergent. Having a genuine blogging moment rn.

I have been waiting forever for an excuse to post my collection!! I was so happy someone suggested I do so.

I don't have a lot of room for everybody! Everyone is scattered around my room, but I try my best to display them nicely...

My G1 collection is moderately sized, these dolls are expensive and difficult to find. There are so many more I want, like Dead Tired Lagoona or Sweet 1600 Draculaura to go with my Sweet 1600 Clawdeen...sigh. But it just keeps getting harder! I am actually content with stopping my G1 collecting hunt for now and instead focusing on G3... Many of these dolls are from my dear friends, especially Leo and Raven (hi guyz!). Without my friends, I would only have three of these dolls... I am so lucky to be so loved!!!

I don't have many bratz that are in good enough shape to be on display. I really grew up on bratz rather than monster high... but again...these dolls get expensive! Roxxi was always a favorite of mine and a crush! Growing up, I was the type of kid who almost exclusively wanted one brat though. Yasmin. Not Cloe, Jade, or Sasha. I was devoted to collecting Yasmin because she looked similar to me. In retrospect, I really wish I had gotten more of the other girls...I do have some...though their numbers pale in comparison to the Yasmin army.

The ball-jointed doll is my most expensive doll and my largest doll (she is fucking ginormous). Even when buying her at half the original price (great deal from a great friend) she was hardly affordable.

I bought her because I plan on customizing her to be Flandre Scarlet, my ultimate comfort character! I've always dreamed of having a doll of Flan. SO why not make one myself? I've had her for months but am still too scared to cut that beautiful hair off...I'm no good at cutting wigs/hair in general. I did install her red eyes myself which I've never done before as this is my first and probably last bjd! She is gorgeous but I would consider these dolls luxury items... VERY EXPENSIVE.

(idk why the exposure is so high on these, sorry!! >_<;)

I am so happy to have the coffin bean playset!! I think it was a really good idea to get it. but I am so sad because I have hardly any room for it! So It's sitting on my dresser in front of a giant mirror so please excuse the poor editing I did to obscure the reflection of me and my living space lol...

I gave my Twyla low pigtails, though they aren't very visible, and my Clawdeen braids! I think Clawdeen looks super cute this way tbh I tried curling her hair again and again and again but the curls always fell out (I dont have much experience)...but honestly... I think I like this look even better ^_^. You can see her ears so well this way.

This Clawdeen is basically my holy grail and it was gifted to me by Leo, Leo if you're reading this I hope you know you are basically Jesus.

not to get deep but the OMG doll next to her is special to me because it is one of the last gifts I got from my late Grandpa. He took me to target and when I said I liked the doll, no questions asked, he bought her for me. Didn't give me shit for liking dolls at my big age. He simply got her for me because she made me happy, and he wants me to be happy. Dolls can mean so much. Again, I am so lucky to be so loved!!! >:D

I have this gorgeous Draculaura just chilling next to my jewelry cuz I have nowhere else to put her and honestly she is gorgeous and should stand alone.

Here I have the pride Bratz next to my bed!!! They mean so much to me, as I said earlier I had a crush on Roxxi. To see she's a canon lesbian now is so incredible!! And Nevra, her girlfriend, is beautiful! They are so cute together... they are never leaving that box though. This was actually the first doll/set of dolls where I fully understood why people are content leaving dolls in their boxes. I love to play with my dolls so much... but I could never play with these two!! If anything happened to them I would lose my mind.

Now... you're probably thinking......where the hell is Lagoona?!?! Do you not have one despite loving her this much? Of course I have a Lagoona. I AM GROWING AN ARMY!!!!!!

I really, really love Lagoona...I want to get every Lagoona doll I possibly can. Isn't she so cute! I relate to her character in the cartoon a lot too... her life at home, her difficulties speaking up when she is sad or angry, her sporty personality, etc etc... She has quickly claimed her spot as biggest comfort character #2. I included many pictures because I simply cannot pick one, she is flawless. You might recognize the Lagoona on the left, I drew her in that exact pose recently!!

I have her army on my desk, giving me the strength I need to get through my work... like Homer Simpson with his pictures of baby Maggie at his work. I get endless inspiration and motivation from Lagoona!!!

And here is the Flandre shrine bonus... I adore her!! I also have finally ordered a fumo flan that should arrive in august around my birthday eeek!!!

Anyways that is my collection. It's been many years in the making, though it's almost doubled since monster high G3 released... Mattel truly has me by the balls right now. If you read any of this, thank you. I put a lot of time into making this post, and it was really fun. I feel like a real blogger right now.

I really really enjoy dolls and talking about them. So I will happily do so anytime I get the chance!!! Will probably do an update once I finally install some more shelves and move stuff around <3

#blair.txt #doll collection #doll collector #Blair.circus

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sarahscribbles · 2 years

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Sarah I'm here to bother you and...you'll hate me for it but I'm doing it anyway yknow?

Okay, your nice NSFW filthy prompts, mm yes its a wonderful post.

Anyway, now that I've been intrigued-

Would you so ever kindly write 1, 2 and 11 (bc im filthy like that-) for Loki?

Because........why would I pass up the chance?

Anyway I'll go away now

-Clem

Burned

Prompts: "Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?”

"Fucking is a reward, but you haven’t been good.”

"Be a good girl/boy for mommy/daddy.”

(I have played around with these a little so they won't be word for word!)

Loki x f!reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 5.8k

Loki Masterlist

It had been nothing but a joke.

A stupid, painfully transparent attempt to elicit some small degree of jealousy in him and maybe, hopefully, be dragged back to your room for some angry sex. He knew that you loved him, that you would set the entire world ablaze if he asked you to, so you had been certain that your little joking flirtation with someone that wasn’t him would lead to nothing but difficulty walking properly for a few days.

Though, with the way Loki was now staring at you, you were beginning to believe that you had sorely miscalculated.

“You want me to fuck you?” he repeated your words from only seconds earlier, his voice deadly quiet. “Darling, having me fuck you is a reward. Do you think you deserve it after that little stunt you just pulled?”

His cool fingers firmly clasped your chin, leaving you with little other option than holding his gaze and watching his green eyes glitter dangerously. “Maybe I don’t, but that rock pressing against me tells me you’re going to anyway.” You smirked up at him, though the narrowing of his eyes had you fearing you may have just dug your own grave.

He jerked your chin up a fraction higher, his warm breath fanning across the tip of your nose. “Do I look like I’m playing, pet? Do I look like I won’t punish you?”

You inhaled sharply, feeling a dull throbbing begin between your legs. So far, his threats of punishment had been just that: threats. He had never actually followed through with them, something that easily emboldened you. This time would be no different; he wouldn’t actually punish you.

“Oh, no. Are you going to punish me? What are you going to do, Loki? Spank me? Whip me, maybe?” you replied, sarcasm dripping from every word that left your lips.

Loki’s hand fell from your chin and he took a single step back from you. “Take your clothes off. Right now.” His voice was firm and his eyes steely as they held yours.

He wasn’t fucking around this time.

Hot arousal blazed through you, sending your heart hammering like a drum in your chest and soaking your underwear. Rarely had he ever sounded so demanding; it almost had your knees give way underneath you. You unzipped the dress you were wearing, letting it fall from your body and pool at your feet, meeting Loki’s eyes as the material ghosted over your bare legs.

“Keep going,” he instructed at your brief hesitation.

You cocked an eyebrow at him. “Are you expecting me to say “yes, Sir?” you said before you could stop yourself.

Loki’s mouth twitched in the ghost of a smile. “I’m expecting you to stop being a brat and do as I tell you.”

“Your expectations are too high,” you deadpanned, letting your bra and underwear quickly follow your dress until you stood naked before him.

His eyes travelled slowly over you, desire flaming in his green eyes as though he hadn’t seen you like this a thousand times before. While once his intense gaze would have had you blush and desperately try to cover yourself, now it only made you grow a little taller in the knowledge that it was your body and your skin igniting such raw, primal longing in him.

“Beautiful,” he said softly, stepping back in front of you and trailing his fingertips lightly up the inside of your thigh until he reached your clit. Your hips rolled instinctively for more when he began to trace teasing little circles. “And always so ready for me,” he said, removing his fingers far too soon and cleaning them off in his own mouth. The sight almost had you whimpering.

“Are you going to fuck me, or just stand there fantasising about it?” you challenged, voice turning hoarse from the featherlight touch against your thigh that had been enough to ignite a burning need for him

A wicked grin spread across his face and he clasped your chin loosely between his fingers once more. “Oh, my sweet little whore, what a wonderfully ironic choice of words,” he said.

Your heart began to beat wildly, threatening to break free from your chest. Maybe you hadn’t miscalculated.

Maybe angry, possessive sex was exactly what you were going to get.

“Well, don’t let me -”, you began.

Before the sentence could even leave your mouth, Loki bent to grasp you easily behind the knees and throw you over his shoulder, knocking the breath firmly from your lungs. You barely had a second to protest or brace against his back before he tossed you lightly onto the bed against the pile of throw pillows. Not for the first time you were reminded of how easy it would be for him to overpower you, to break you like you were nothing more than a delicate piece of china. He would rather die, of course, than ever hurt you, but the knowledge that he possessed the strength…

You shivered against the sheets.

Loki remained towering over you at the foot of the bed, silent while his green eyes glittered wickedly and his long, nimble fingers unfastened his belt, pulling it from the loops in one swift motion.

The quiet sound of it hitting the air had something in your lower stomach twist. “Are you going to spank me, my prince?” you taunted him.

He let the belt drop to the floor, the silver buckle clanging threateningly off the wooden floorboards. “I think you’d enjoy that far too much, my little masochist.” Your mocking smile faltered for the briefest of seconds, but Loki’s keen gaze caught it like a predator surely catches it prey. “You’re in quite the predicament, aren’t you, pet? I can practically hear the wheels in that pretty little head of yours turning: just what am I going to do to you?” His voice was like velvet as he taunted you, its softness a sharp contrast to the blazing look in his eyes as they trailed hungrily over your naked body.

You propped up on your elbows just as his knee sank into the mattress between your legs, and all too easily he was hovering above you, pinning you to the bed with just a look. There was another shimmer of green as his remaining clothes disappeared into the air.

He grasped both your hands in his, making you fall softly back against the pillows. “Am I going to restrain you to the bed? Tie one of your mortal toys between your legs and make you come again and again until you offer me anything to stop?” he murmured, placing your wrists against the headboard with one hand. You felt a faint glow of warmth beneath your skin accompanied by the unmistakable shimmer of Loki’s magic.

Like countless times before, your hands were secured to the solid beam of wood by silk ties.

“Or,” he continued, his fingers now settling between your legs to trace teasing patterns against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. He drifted so wonderfully close to where you burned for him, only to retreat back down your thigh without so much as grazing you. “Am I going to bring you to the brink of pleasure over and over, getting you closer every time, but never letting you have your release, hmm?”

“Loki!” you groaned, tugging roughly against the silk ties to pull them taut. “Stop fucking around.”

Still hovering over you, his strong arms caging you to the mattress, Loki’s lips curled into a smirk. “Oh, my darling, I’m only getting started with what I have planned for you,” he purred. “I told you that having me fuck you is a reward, didn’t I?”

“Then hurry up and start rewarding me, my prince.” Your words held a distinct bite of frustration, the arousal flowing forcefully through your blood robbing you of any attempt to tease or taunt him back. You ached too badly for him, for his mouth, for his cock.

“I have no intention of rewarding you after the little performance you put on tonight,” he replied easily, the same taunting smirk still on his face. He rested back on his heels and your eyes instantly dropped to his cock standing proud and erect. A fiery heat rolled torturously through you.

Another deep flash of green light drew your eyes back to his hand where you saw the familiar thick material dangling from his fingertips. You inhaled deeply.

He really wasn’t fucking around tonight.

“Oh yes, pet,” he said quietly, as though he had read your thoughts, and leaned back in to take your sight.

Slowly, rich jade green silk settled over your eyes, the smooth material easily obscuring your vision and painting your whole world black. Loki’s long fingers secured it comfortably behind your head, his hand instantly dropping to draw soothing little circles over your hip to still the initial uneasiness that always arose at the sudden darkness; a silent gesture of promise that he was still there.

Gently, as though you were a delicate china doll, he adjusted your head against the pillows, ensuring that there was nothing that would tug or poke or cause any pain that he himself wasn’t invoking.

“Beautiful, my darling,” he murmured, bending down to capture your lips in a kiss so chaste that his earlier words and promises slipped wholly from your mind.

You would have been more than content to simply let him kiss you, so when his lips left yours you audibly whined. “Kiss me again,” you begged hoarsely, not ready to give up the feel of his mouth on yours.

A puff of his breath hit your face as he laughed quietly. “Do you think you deserve another kiss?” he asked, tracing the backs of his fingers idly along your thigh.

The tiniest sound of discontent escaped you, your brow knitting together over the top of your blindfold. You were craving him in the most innocent way, desiring nothing more than the feel of his mouth against yours. Surely he wouldn’t deny you that?

“Yes,” you answered simply, all your earlier bravado having disappeared like smoke in the wind.

He laughed softly again, but you could already feel the brush of his hair against your shoulders. “I’m inclined to agree with you this time, my darling,” he replied, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

The mattress shifted slightly beneath you and quickly, wondrously, his lips returned to yours. Your own parted easily for him, drinking in the taste of him, the feel of him. You would never be able to get enough. His kiss was deep and oh so slow, as though the hands of time had stopped and all that mattered to him was savouring the taste of your lips. The need to wrap your arms around him and pull him as close as physically possible to you was nearly overpowering, making a pleading whimper sound against his lips.

Another rumble of laughter shook his chest and he pulled back from you once more. “Distracting me won’t work,” he chimed softly, brushing the tip of his nose against yours.

“I wasn’t trying to distract you,” you said, desperately trying to reach forward and claim his lips again, though your bound wrists effectively pinned you to the bed.

“Remember who you’re talking to, darling,” he replied, his lips now beginning to press softly to your collarbone.

Right.

The God of Lies.

“Fine!” you huffed, letting your head fall back against the pillows with a quiet thump.

“We are feeling rather bratty tonight, aren’t we?” he said smoothly, his warm mouth now at your breasts indicating that he was slowly making his way down your body.

You arched into him when his tongue, wet and hot, swirled around one erect nipple. “Maybe you should fuck the brat out of me then,” you said, gasping softly when his fingers began to pluck and twist at the other.

“Maybe I will” he replied, sinking his teeth into sensitive skin to draw a yelp from you.

You shivered at his words, burning with the anticipation of what they were promising and almost giddy from knowing he had only been teasing about not fucking you. Lazily, his lips left a wet trail down your stomach until he stopped between your legs and you felt him use his fingers to easily part you, exposing you fully to him.

“Soaked,” he murmured. “Who are you this soaked for, darling?” he asked. You bucked suddenly against the sheets when you felt the lightest flick of his tongue against your clit.

“You, Loki!” you moaned, hips lifting off the bed in a desperate search for more.

“Again,” he said, giving another tiny flick of his tongue.

“It’s for you! It’s always for you!” you said.

“Who do you belong to?” he asked, beginning to trace his tongue in teasing little circles.

“You!” you cried out, trying with all your might to grind against his face.

He pulled back for the briefest of seconds, enough to make you whine pitifully. “Let me hear you say it, pet.”

“I belong to you, Loki!”

You heard him hum his agreement between your legs. “That’s right. You’re mine. I think a little reminder of that might be what you need, hmm?”

He didn’t wait for your answer, instead placed his tongue firm and flat against your cunt, effectively pulling any coherant thought completely from your head. The silk around your eyes only intensified every tormenting swirl and torturous flick. Loki could play your body like a violin, your soft sighs and whimpers being the only music he needed to follow, and before long he was driving you hard and fast towards the delicious edge of pleasure.

You gasped out his name in a silent plea for more, a plea for him to keep doing exactly what he was doing. You were so close.

“So close.” You murmured. “So close, Loki,” you continued to breathe out.

Your back lifted into an almost perfect arch off the bed, your bound hands curling into tight fists as the tidal wave of pleasure steadily built. He had you right there…you were right there…right…

“No,” he purred, his mouth leaving your dripping cunt.

You deflated against the bed, answering him with an anguised groan. “Don’t be an ass, Loki, please!” you pleaded.

“Oh, my darling, I did warn you that I’m only getting started with you,” he taunted. His lips were quickly on yours again, the sharp tang of your own arousal coating his tongue. All the while, two slim fingers slipped inside you, hooking up expertly and making the breath catch in your throat. “Tell me again who you belong to.”

“I belong to you,” you answered easily, close to breathless and rolling your hips to meet every pump of his fingers.

“And who is the only person who gets to fuck this pretty cunt?” he continued, his fingers slowly beginning to pick up speed inside you.

“You, Loki. Only you,” your voice was little more than a whisper floating from your lips. “Please, faster,” you begged him.

He obliged easily. If you hadn’t been so lost to the feeling of being propelled towards your release, you would have noticed that he obliged a little too easily seeing as he loved nothing more than delaying your pleasure until you were practically crying with desperation.

You were soon keening under his fingers, lips rounded in a silent scream as the pressure in your core kept building and building.

“You’re so close, aren’t you?” Loki’s voice cooed at you, so close that you knew he was watching every microexpression that flickered across your face.

“Y..yes!” you stuttured out, bracing for the wondrous release that was only mere seconds away.

“That’s too bad, isn’t it?” he said in the same mocking voice, removing his fingers from you without ceremony. Tears formed instantly in the back of your eyes at once again having your pleasure so cruelly ripped from your grasp.

“Loki!” you whined, thrashing wildly in the sheets. “Please!”

“Please, what, darling?” he asked, feinging innocence. You felt the mattress shift beneath you again as he stood from the bed, the absence of any further sound telling you he remained where he stood, watching you.

There was a faint shift in the energy of the room, goosebumps erupting over your skin as he used his magic. You could only imagine what sort of toy he had conjured to torture you further…

“Please fuck me,” you begged pathetically, the ache between your legs burning stronger with each passing second and reminding you of just how joyously close to a release you had been.

“But, darling,” Loki answered, a hint of disbelief creeping in his voice, “I am fucking you.”

You went still against the sheets, every wheel in your brain turning to try and work out what he meant. He wasn’t fucking you, he wasn’t even touching you. “Loki, wha…” you tried to speak, still furiously trying to work out what he meant.

“I am fucking you,” he repeated in the same easy voice.

The room was silent as you fought desperately to find meaning in his words, the only sound being that of your own breathing as you repeated them over and over in your head. Only when you were seconds away from admitting defeat and on the precipice of begging him for understanding did the silk blindfold begin to evaporate from over your eyes, disappearing particle by tiny particle until you were presented with a clear look at what he was doing.

Fresh, burning arousal pooled instantly between your thighs when you took in the sight of him at the end of the bed.

He stood there fully naked, glossy black curls tousled around his face, and wrapped in his arms, head thrown back against his shoulder in apparent pleasure, was you.

His arms were wrapped securely around her - your - body, his long, slim fingers slotted easily between the clone’s legs to massage her clit. She gave a soft moan of pleasure, rocking her hips against each thrust of his hand, to which he only gave her more.

You could only watch in stunned silence as he pleasured her, your mind too consumed with the sight of yourself locked in Loki’s arms while you were somehow still bound to the bed.

“What is it, pet?” Loki taunted, his fingers between your clone’s thighs picking up speed and making her whimper in his arms. “Have I never shown you this little trick of mine? How impolite of me,” he said, feigning shock. Your eyes were locked on his fingers and how they expertly pleasured your clone, filling the room with her soft gasps and moans of pleasure, and leaving you yearning for his cock.

“Loki…” you whined pitifully, tugging fruitlessly against your restraints.

“Yes?” he asked, his face now buried in the clones neck, kissing her on the exact spot that always sent a shiver of excitement shooting down your spine.

“You’ve made your point,” you pleaded, silently begging him with your eyes to stop torturing you.

He laughed in reply, a low, quiet sound that told you he thought otherwise. “I disagree,” he said simply. You watched him guide your clone towards the end of the bed, somewhat mesmerised by how well your body moudled to his. He placed a hand flat on her back, bending her over until her hands landed between your spread legs with a soft thump against the sheets. “You said I should fuck the brat out of you, pet. Why don’t you be a good girl and watch me?” He wound his hand into her hair, pulling her head back to make hold direct eye contact with yourself.

“That’s…that’s not what I meant,” you replied weakly.

“You should choose your words more carefully.” He smirked at you, the unmistakable glint of mischief glittering in his green eyes. He adjusted her arms on the bed, pushing her forward by the tiniest degree to leave you with an unobstructed view as he prepared to take her from behind. “Look at you, darling. Look how eagerly you respond to my every touch. Always so ready to please your god.”

You could do nothing but look, close to enthralled by how you reacted beneath him, how you bent and moved smoothly at every press of his fingertips to your skin, like he was the puppetmaster and you his willing doll.

From the top of your vision, you could see his mischievous smirk. “Good girl,” he praised you softly. “Keep your eyes on her. I want you watching your own face while I fuck you.”

One hand remained planted on the small of her back, while with the other he began to guide his cock towards her entrance. He wasn’t touching you, wasn’t laying so much as a finger on you, but still you could feel his phantom touch burn against your skin. When your clone released a soft sigh of contentment and her fingers bunched up in the rumpled sheets, you knew he was teasingly stroking the head of his cock through her folds. A whimper left you before you even recognised it in your throat, followed in close tandem by your hips bucking wildly off the bed.

Loki gave a small, mocking “tut”. “You can’t feel a thing, can you, darling?” he taunted.

“No,” you whimpered, your voice sounding pathetic even to your own ears.

His face twisted with feigned concern. “Poor thing,” he said, curling his fingers around your clone’s hips for leverage as he eased himself slowly inside her. The quiet curses that fell from his lips along with the soft, breathy moans floating from your clone’s mouth as he filled her had you clenching with need, easily pulling from your memory how good it felt when he filled you to the brim. “Norns, if only you could see how your perfect little cunt swallows my cock. So warm and tight. You feel like Valhalla clenching around me.”

Fresh, scorching heat swept through every vein in your body, the praise he was heaping upon you making you burn for him. Your eyes flickered back to your clone, watching her lips part into a small “o” and shine slightly beneath the light of the room. Her eyes were already beginning to cloud over with pleasure as Loki continued to fuck her steadily, and every moan and whimper of contentment that fell from her mouth only made the pool of arousal beneath you grow.

“Tell me what you feel, pet. Describe every single sensation to me,” he continued to taunt.

“What do you feel, pet, hmm? Tell me?” he continued to taunt.

“I don’t feel anything!” you cried, arching off the best as best you could with your wrists bound. “Loki, please!”

He ignored you.

“Look at yourself, darling. Look how wonderfully you take me,” he said, the barest hint of strain in his voice. “You were made for me.” Loose strands of hair began to fall around his face with every forceful thrust of his hips, thrusts that had your clones eyes beginning to roll back in her head.

“Loki,” you continued to plead, feeling like a blazing fire had been lit between your legs and each thrust of his hips into your clone only fanned the flames.

He continued ignoring you.

“I had such plans for you tonight, darling. Plans to make you see stars,” he said, his fingers now digging into the flesh of your clone’s hips. “What a shame you decided you’d rather be a brat instead.”

You released a tormented groan. “Alright, fine!” you huffed. “I was trying to make you jealous. I’m sorry!” you continued to plead, the ache between your legs reaching such a nearly overwhelming intensity you would have done anything, said anything that he asked you to.

“I’m sure you are,” Loki replied, his head beginning to tip back on his shoulders with every forceful thrust into your clone. “But the time for apologies is over.”

Your head fell back against against the pillows, a loud cry of utter frustration permeating through the room.

“Ah, ah, pet,” he chided softly, using the force of his seider to pull your head forward. “Keep your eyes on her. Watch as I fill her with my seed and imagine it was that your poor aching cunt that I was spilling into,” he taunted.

With his seider wrapped firmly around you, you had no choice but to watch every micro expression on his face and hers; the baring of his teeth and set of his strong jaw as he reached his release along with every roll of your clone’s eyes and her vice like grip around the sheets between you both. Your cunt clenched and pulsed with every sinful moan that he released, desperate to have his cock driving you towards a blinding climax.

“Loki…” you whined again, still holding the faintest trace of hope that this was only an elaborate tease, that any second now your clone would dissolve before you and you would feel him slide wonderously into your soaked core.

His lips curled into a smile, lust heavy eyes beginning to slowly flutter closed. “You sound so beautiful when you beg for me. Be a good girl and keep saying my name,” he said. You let a defiant silence fill the room, causing Loki to laugh. “Still intent on being a brat, aren’t you?”

“Only because you’re still intent on being an ass!” you shot back, your earlier brazeness beginning to creep back with every passing second that he wasn’t inside you.

“How very…unfair of you…when I am the wronged party here,” he replied between pants, his release getting closer and closer with each snap of his hips.

“I said I was sorry!” you shot back, every twist of pleasure on your clone’s face heightening the already fervent levels of arousal coursing through your blood.

“And I… heard you,” Loki replied simply from between gritted teeth, his eyes now squeezed shut as his pleasure began to overtake him.

Squirming in a pool of your own arousal you watched his thrusts into your clone become more erratic, heard every sinful moan and curse that slipped from him as he free falled into his orgasm. Your clone gave a shout of pleasure, her sharp, ragged breaths making your stomach twist with need. They were both lost to their pleasure while you completely soaked, frustrated, and desperate for Loki’s cock.

“You feel…magnificent…as always, my darling,” he panted as he came down from his high.

“Loki, please,” you begged again, trying in vain to force tears from your eyes in an attempt to make him feel pity for you, though he could always see through your pretenses as easy as you could see through glass.

He remained quiet for several moments, still half lost to the aftershocks of pleasure and, gradually, his deep, laboured breathing began to even out. “Still empty and hungry for my cock, aren’t you?” he mocked huskily, a low groan tumbling from him when he removed himself from your clone..

“Yes,” you answered, making your voice as small as possible.

“Poor thing,” he repeated, sounding entirely unconcerned and turning his attention back to your clone. “On the bed.” He tapped her ass, and you watched as she climbed to settle between your legs. “Closer,” he told her, guiding her so her hands rested on each side of your hips and her face was directly in front of yours.

“Loki…” you whined again, having believed the night’s torture to be over.

“You only have yourself to blame,” he chimed, positioning himself back between her legs. You watched, quietly tormented, as he eased back inside her, a low hiss of pleasure leaving his lips once he was fully sheathed. Only seconds after, the silk ties that had been securing you to the bed shimmered away to nothing, once again leaving your hands free. Loki held your gaze with a wicked glint glittering in his eyes. “This time you’re going to touch yourself while you watch me fuck you,” he instructed simply.

It was the quickest you had ever obeyed him.

Swift, desperate fingers slipped between your own legs to sink gratefully into your own wetness. A placated sigh drifted from your lips at finally being permitted to tend to the ache burning through your tortured core, and in seconds your fingers were coated with your own arousal.

“Fuck,” you breathed out softly, letting your head drop back against the pile of cushions now strewn about the bed. Already, gentle waves of faint pleasure were building under your fingers, momentarily making you forget about Loki and your own clone positioned between your legs.

“What did I say, pet?” he chided lightly, once again using his seider to pull your head forward. “Keep your eyes on me, and do not come,” he instructed firmly.

You answered with the faintest hint of a whimper, but continued to touch yourself to the sight of him fucking your clone. Each lustful moan and grunt of pleasure that spilled from him only sent fresh spikes of arousal searing through your blood. Would you ever crave another being with the same ferocity that you craved him?

Loki slipped an arm around your clone’s waist to pull her back flush against his chest, bending so close to you that you could easily see the thin sheen of sweat beginning to cover his forehead. His eyes drifted to your hand between your legs, a satisfied smirk crossing his face. “Look at how soaked you are watching me fuck you,” he taunted. “Are you imagining how my cock feels when I’m inside you? How I can make you scream like no mortal man ever could?”

“Yes,” you groaned, bunching the rumpled bedsheets firmly in your first. His seider still held your head in place, though you wanted nothing more than to collapse back against the pillows and lose yourself to the pleasure that your own fingers were steadily bringing you.

“My…good…little whore,” Loki panted, burying his face in the clone’s neck. You could hear him kiss and suck the spot under your ear that never failed to make you fall apart for him. “Touching yourself…to the thought…of me,” he said, words becoming throaty and hoarse and the firm sound of skin on skin indicating that his release was only moments away.

The faint buzz of pleasure that had been building in your own core had evolved into a burning flame that licked and flickered incessantly and threatened to engulf you in the fiery glows of an orgasm. The sight of him before you, his hair tousled messily around his shoulders, teeth bared and almost lost to the pleasure your body was bringing him, was the only aphrodisiac you needed. His relentless chasing of his own release only propelled you towards your own, and soon you couldn’t help but to disobey him, eyes fluttering firmly closed as the fiery flames of pleasure began to sweep through every pore.

A feeling that lasted mere seconds before your hands were forced back against the headboard, held rigidly in place by Loki’s seider. The sharp, aguished “no” ripped from your throat alongside Loki’s taunt.

“Did you…really think I’d let you come, pet?” he rasped, his grip around your clone like a vice while the rhythm of his thrusts into her became steadily more erratic.

You twisted and flailed in the sheets, the burning arousal between your thighs only intensifying with the orgasm that had been stolen from you. “Loki! Please!” you begged, half close to tears. ��I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please let me come! Please!”

Your pleading went unheard as Loki’s own release shook through him again. Your name tumbled from his lips like a chant as he plunged into his orgasm, melting into a steady stream of groans and Asgardian curses that had you rolling your hips desperately against the bed. In front of you, so close you could see every mark on her skin, your clone erupted in her own climax, the sound of your own voice consumed with pleasure torturing you in the sweetest way.

“Please,” you whimpered once more, though you knew it was of little use. Already coming down from his high, Loki rested his forehead against your clone’s shoulder, giving a final few shuddering thrusts before he went still. The only sound in the room became the laboured sound of his breathing.

You pulled against Loki’s seider with another quiet whimper, the pathetic sound causing him to raise his head and give you a lopsided grin, still drunk on the aftermath of his orgasm. He pulled out of your clone with a final quiet groan and, with a lazy flick of his wrist, she disappeared like a fleeting summer breeze.

“My poor darling,” Loki cooed mockingly, maneuvering up the bed to kiss you. “You’re all hot and bothered, aren’t you?” His fingers dipped back between your legs, the wet sound of your sopping cunt making him grin.

“Yes,” you answered in barely a whisper, a faint sigh of relief following close behind as his fingers caused tiny waves of pleasure to begin washing through you again.

“Good,” he purred, his teeth sinking into your neck. “Tell me when you’re close.”

His skilled fingers worked quickly between your legs, pushing you quickly towards release. It took only a matter of seconds before your back was arching off the sheets, wrists again straining against his seider.

“Loki, I’m gonna come,” you breathed out, feeling every muscle in your body tense in anticipation. Release was so close…

“Ask for my permission, pet,” he warned softly.

You fought against the rising pleasure, every fibre working valiantly to keep it at bay. “Please…Loki, please…please can I come?” you babbled out, a single hot tear of frustration leaking from your eye.

His reply was swift and soft. “No,” he breathed into your ear, pulling his hand from your cunt. The piercing cry that spilled from your lungs was only silenced when Loki brought his fingers to your lips, silently instructing you to clean them. “Good girl,” he said when your tongue ran obediently over them, his free hand gently brushing away several stray tears that had continued to fall.

He removed his seider from around your wrists and, still burning with arousal, you allowed him to guide you between the sheets. You curled close to the familiar comfort of his chest, breathing in the heady, masculine scent of him as he wrapped an arm firmly around your shoulders.

“Have you learned your lesson?” he asked softly into your hair.

You fought the urge to continue being a brat to him. “Yes,” you answered, your frustration at him clear as day.

Quiet laugher rumbled in his chest. “Good girl,” he repeated, placing a kiss to your head. A hand reached back between your legs and for one glorious, shining moment you believed he was finally going to grant you release, but all you felt was the faint warm glow of his magic. “Incase of any wandering hands in the night,” he teased.

You gave his leg a gentle kick with your foot. “Asshole.”

His laughter bubbled in your ear once again. “Sleep well, darling girl.”

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8 Stories, 8 Movies from the Golden Age (1930s to 1960s).

It’s the golden age and 8 men are the most sought-after actors in Hollywood. Ateez, but make them Old Hollywood, basically. Lights, camera, action!

Member: San

Genre: Screwball romantic comedy, sliiiight angst

Warnings: Snappy couples, slight brawl, pretend lovers’ quarrel, basically just running away

Things to note: Set in the 1930s, journalist!San, strangers to lovers (kind of), road trip!, Almost like the whole “there was only one bed!”

Will have OCs

As with the rest of the stories in the AU, there will be other idols mentioned, most likely NCT but may have some of my other faves (EXO, etc.)

A/N: Enjoy this next part. The third and final part would be posted next week!

Masterlist

Runaway society girl Han Miryo goes on a cross-country road trip to get to her aviator fiance from Namhae to Seoul, only to fall in love with the reporter, Choi San, who helped her run away.

It Happened One Night

tag list: @minervaaaaaaaa , @closer-stars

Part 2

Miryo returned to the cabin the next morning, having gotten up earlier than San to shower and freshen up, wearing the robe the autocamp provided while she waited for her own clothes to dry. Even with the heavy downpour that seemed to derail her plans of getting to Seoul quickly, she managed to sleep well. She figured the long trip and the tiredness of having to run away from home got to her.

San. She smiled to herself. Who would’ve thought she would make it this far with a stranger who turned out to be a newspaper man even. He could’ve easily ratted her out even after she begged him not to tell Hongjoong, but he didn’t.

As she opened the door to step inside, San was already dressed and ready, with the sounds and smells of something frying on the stove while the small dining table was already set. “Good morning,” She said.

“Good morning wifey, it’s about time you got back,” He managed a smile.

“I met some interesting women at the showers since only the toilet works in here. We got to chatting and time definitely flew by,” She said, sensing that he was in a better mood than yesterday.

“Alright, come on, sit down and have something to eat,” San gestured to the table, placing what she saw were fried eggs on each of their plates.

“Wow, that’s nice, you made eggs,” Miryo looked impressed as she sat down.

“Egg,” San was quick to correct her. “One egg, one donut, one cup of coffee. That’s your ration until lunch. Any complaints?”

She shook her head. “Nope, not a thing,” She said with a satisfied smile.

“That’s nice, for a change,” San sat down next to her, passing her the plate of two donuts, in which she took one to put on her plate.

“I’ll eat well,” Miryo said before she tucked in, observing his expression as she took one bite of the egg on her plate. “You must think this whole thing is silly, don’t you? Me running away and everything.”

San glanced at her while he ate. “No, no it’s a good story.”

She raised a brow. “Yes you do. You think I’m foolish and a spoiled brat. Well, I don’t blame you,” She looked down at her food. “Maybe I am, although I don’t see how I can be. People who are spoiled are used to getting their way all the time. I never have! I’ve always been told what to do, how to do it, where to do it, and with whom. Nurses, governesses, chaperones – even bodyguards! So much for fun.”

“On the flipside, you’re never alone,” He pointed out, understanding what she said.

Miryo tilted her head. “I guess it has its moments. It’s become a game to try and outwit my father’s bodyguards and investigators. There was one time I did, where I actually went shopping without a bodyguard tailing me. It was amazing, it felt like I was doing something immoral, but it didn’t last very long, though,” She smiled to herself as she recalled it. “They caught up with me at a department store. I was so mad, I went out through the back and jumped into the first car I saw. Guess who was in it?”

San gave her a look. “Santa Claus.”

Miryo chuckled and shook her head. “Nope. Park Seonghwa.”

He looked incredulous. “Of for c- is that how you met him?”

“Yeah,” Miryo laughed. “We drove around all afternoon. My father and Hongjoong were frantic. By six o’clock, Hongjoong was having the rivers dredged,” She shook her head at the absurdity of her own story as she tried to dip her donut into her cup of coffee.

“I can see it,” San sat back to take a sip of coffee, immediately noticing what she was doing. “...Where did you learn how to dunk? At an academy or something?”

Miryo frowned. “Oh, don’t start telling me I shouldn’t dunk!”

“Of course you shouldn’t! You don’t even know how to do it!” San argued, and Miryo giggled in amusement at his reaction, watching him do so. “Dunking is an art. Don’t let it soak so long, one dip, then put it in your mouth. If you let it soak for too long, it’ll get soft and fall off. It’s a matter of timing. I should write a book about it.”

“Thank you, teacher,” Miryo chuckled, dipping her donut into her coffee the way San showed her, nodding at the taste.

San finished his egg. “Just goes to show you. Billions of won and you don’t know how to dunk.”

“Well I’d change places with a plumber’s daughter any day,” Miryo said quietly, finishing her food as well.

They heard a ruckus from outside. San got up, looking out the window, putting a finger to his lips as he turned to her. “Someone’s outside,” He whispered.

“Now just a minute, Who-well, how do I know who you are? You can’t go around bothering my tenants. How do I know you’re detectives?” They heard Yeosang tell two men.

Miryo gaped, turning to the male. “Hongjoong’s investigators!” She whispered, panicking. “Maybe I can jump out the other window? They wouldn’t see me that way, wouldn’t they?”

San shook his head, evidently panicking as well. “Sit down, sit down,” He pointed to the small vanity table on the other side of the cabin. “Push your hair down to your eyes, let your hair down, do something” He whispered.

Miryo quickly understood, covering most of her face with her hair and taking the small comb on the dresser to comb the ends of her hair. Her heart was pounding and this was the only way she could hide. At least it was the only way she could evade them without drawing attention.

As the door opened, San cleared his throat. “Yeah, yeah, I got a letter from my cousin Dohyun last week! He says if we don’t stop by his house, he’ll never forgive us! He’s been talking about the special makgeolli he’s made for ages!” He said.

“What?” She asked.

“Just say something!” San nudged her.

“Oh! Oh! We should then! He must be doing very well!” Miryo spoke in a higher-pitched voice, going along with what San had in mind. “I would write back if I was you! Letters are always great to folks like him!”

“Yeah, yeah! He said his wife’s got hay fever again!” San replied.

“You don’t say!” Miryo replied, glancing at the detectives from the mirror. They were definitely the men Hongjoong had tailing her.

“Uh, excuse us,” The men spoke. “I’m detective Choi Jongho and this is my partner Lee Jeno.”

“Oh look, honey, some men!” Miryo managed to say, keeping her voice as high-pitched as possible. Her heart was pounding.

“I want to see you, miss. What’s your name?” Jongho asked her.

“Uh, you addressing me?” Miryo asked, keeping her head down as she kept combing through her hair.

“Yeah, what’s your name?” Jeno asked this time.

San stood in front of them, blocking her from view. “Hey, that’s my wife you’re talking to!” He sounded indignant. “What do you guys want anyway?!”

Jongho and Jeno stepped back. “We’re looking for somebody,” Jongho replied.

“Yeah? Well look your head off! Only don’t come barging in here. This ain’t a public park. I got a notion to take a sock at you,” San waved his fist.

“Hey, take it easy, guy, take it easy,” Jeno put his hands up.

“They’re detectives, Mr. Choi,” Yeosang spoke.

“I don’t give a hoot if they’re the whole police department! They can’t come barging in here and shooting questions at my wife!” San yelled.

“Don’t get so excited, honey! They just asked a civil question,” Miryo chimed in.

“Oh is that so? How many times do I gotta tell you to stop butting in when I’m having an argument?!” San shot at her.

“You don’t have to lose your temper!” Miryo yelled back.

“Now just a moment-” Jongho tried to cut in.

“‘You don’t have to lose your temper!’” San mocked. “That’s what you said the other time too! Every time I’m trying to protect you!”

“Oh keep quiet!” Miryo pretended to burst into sobs.

“I won’t keep quiet!” San yelled.

“Okay, listen, both of you-” Jongho tried to cut in again.

“You’re just like your old man! Once a plumber’s daughter, always a plumber’s daughter!” San continued, Miryo sobbing louder. “There ain’t an ounce of brains in your whole family!”

“Choi San, you’ve gone far enough! I won’t stand here and be insulted like this!” Miryo whined, leaning over the dresser.

“Shut up! Shut up!” San yelled back at every sob that came out of her. Miryo wailed in her seat, nearly dropping the comb.

Yeosang turned to the detectives. “Look at what you two have done, disturbing my guests, please leave,” He gestured to the threshold.

“Yeah, what do you mean by it anyway?” San crossed his arms.

“Sorry, Mr. Choi, but you see, we had to check on everyone. We’re looking for a girl named Han Miryo, the daughter of the late banker, the cousin of Mr. Kim Hongjoong,” Jongho showed him the photo of Miryo on the front page of the newspaper they were holding.

“Yeah? Well it’s too bad you’re not looking for a plumber’s daughter,” San pointed out, looking visibly annoyed. Miryo wailed even louder. “Quit bawling! Quit bawling!”

“Well, sorry to disturb you two, we’ll be on our way,” Jeno and Jongho bowed before leaving, Yeosang quickly showing them out of the cabin, giving them a nod as he closed the door behind them.

Miryo glanced over at San. “...Are they gone?” She asked. San hummed in confirmation. She turned around, the two of them suddenly bursting into fits of laughter as San bent down to fix her hair.

“Come on, let’s get ready to go,” San smiled.

The bus was on its way to Daegu, the two of them in much better spirits compared to their arguing the day before. Miryo welcomed the change in mood between them as she looked out the window at the view of the countryside. She soon felt some weight on her shoulder, realizing that San had fallen asleep.

It was only then she realized how handsome he actually was, from how chiseled his face was to his pouting lips. From how he was beginning to lean on her, Miryo could tell he was someone who liked to exercise. She figured he was probably the type of guy who would have girls on each arm, yet would have also made a dedicated, dare she think it, husband.

Miryo looked around in the bus. Many of the passengers seemed to have fallen asleep as well, until she noticed Wooyoung sitting close by, smirking to himself. He was reading the newspaper that had her picture on it. He caught her gaze and she looked away, immediately wondering what to do next.

“San?” She whispered, gently nudging him.

“Mm, what? I’m trying to sleep,” San mumbled.

“Wooyoung’s here on the bus,” She said.

“Yeah, he’s on this bus, what about it?”

“Look over at him,” Miryo nudged him again to sit up. San looked over slightly to where the male was sitting, immediately catching the newspaper. “What do we do? I’m scared,” She admitted, taking a deep breath to relax.

“What are you afraid of? Haven’t you still got me with you? Where did Wooyoung get that paper?” San asked.

“A stopover a while back, you were sleeping. He must have got it there.”

San shrugged. “It’s too late do anything now.”

Miryo could tell Wooyoung was still looking at her. “...Do you think he recognizes me?”

“We’ll find out soon enough. I don’t think he’s the type to keep something like that quiet if he cut his tongue out. Just sit back and let things happen,” San assured her, linking her arm with his.

“But what would we do?”

San patted her hand. He had an idea. “Wait until the next stop. I’ll get him into a conversation about it and if he suspects anything – Well, we’ll see.”

Miryo nodded, sitting back.

The two of them suddenly sat up when the bus went off the side of the road, getting into a muddy field as Yunho apparently was close to falling asleep at the wheel. San turned to her, giving her an assuring look as he got up and went down the bus.

San saw Wooyoung get down as well, following a few others that were crowding around the wheels of the bus to take a look at the problem. “Hello, Mr. Jung Wooyoung,” He approached the male.

“Hello, it’s nice to get out and stretch your legs, isn’t it?” Wooyoung had a satisfied grin on his face as he stretched his arms while looking out at the field. Night had already fallen.

“Yeah, it sure is,” San noticed the newspaper he was holding. “Newspaper?” He pointed to his hand.

“Hmm? Oh yeah it is,” Wooyoung unfolded the paper to show him. San held it up to the headlights to read it. “You know, traveling like this makes you lose track of what’s going on in the world. Now, take that story there,” He pointed to the front page. “About that Han Miryo. If I were to see that woman, you know what I’d do?”

“What?”

“I’d go 50-50 with you,” Wooyoung looked pleased.

San raised a brow. “Why?”

“Because I don’t believe in hogging it all, you see? A bird that figures that way, always ends up behind the eight ball, is what I always say,” Wooyoung said wisely.

San could tell something was up. “What’s your angle?”

“Five million won or I figure out the works,” Wooyoung’s expression shifted to a more serious one.

“Five million, huh?”

“You heard me,” Wooyoung nodded.

San gave the newspaper back to him. “You know, it’s a good thing I ran into you. You’re just the guy I need.”

“You made no mistake, believe you me!”

San tilted his head towards him. “You packing?”

“Packing?”

“Packing a firearm. You have any?” San repeated.

Wooyoung stared at him, a little stunned at the question. “Well,no, I-”

“It’s alright,” San cut him off, waving a hand dismissively. “I have a few machine guns in my suitcase. I’ll let you have one of them. You might have a little trouble up north. You might have to shoot it out with the cops.”

Wooyoung was even more stunned. “...Huh?”

“If you come through, the five million’s in the bag for you,” San muttered, grinning.

“Yeah, yeah, but-” Wooyoung sputtered.

“Of course, I’ll have to talk about it with the Killer and see that he takes care of you,” San said coolly.

Wooyoung gaped at him. “...The-the Killer?”

“Yeah, yeah, the big guy, the one who’s running the whole operation,” San replied.

Wooyoung glanced back at the bus, then back at San. “...You’re-you’re not thinking of-of kidnapping her, are you?”

“What else are we going to do? You don’t think we’re after that amount of reward money? 10 million won? That’s chicken feed,” San scoffed.

Wooyoung stepped back, looking a little horrified at the way San was looking at him. “Well, I guess I don’t want that money after all…”

San approached him again. “What do you mean? You’re in this thing and you’re staying in. You know too much.”

“Yeah but-I-I won’t say anything, honest, I won’t.”

“How do I know you’re being honest?” San questioned. “I got a notion to shoot you right now.”

Wooyoung stepped back some more. “No, no, no you can trust me, mister. I can keep my mouth shut, honest!”

“Jung Wooyoung, right?” San asked. “Where do you live?”

“Ilsan.”

“Got family?”

“Yeah, a wife and two kids, they’re just babies,” Wooyoung looked even more frightened.

“You ever heard of Choi Minsoo?”

“Ch-Choi Minsoo?”

San nodded. “He was a nice guy, just like you. But he made a mistake one day – talked a little too much. You know what happened to his kids?”

“No.”

“Well, I can’t tell you. But when Choi Minsoo found out, he blew his brains out.”

“That’s-that’s terrible,” Wooyoung whimpered.

“Yeah, now get lost!” San said loudly.

“B-back to the bus?”

“Back to the bus? You’re walking, bub,” San said. “Now get lost!”

Wooyoung stepped back, almost breaking into a run. San grinned, amused at how it seemed to work. He heard Yunho call everyone else who was outside back on board. The bus was back on the road. San got back inside, Miryo looking hopeful. “Everyone on board?” Yunho asked.

“Yeah, uh, wait a minute, we’re getting down, me and my wife,” San turned to Miryo, who sat up in surprise. “Come on, let’s go. This is our stop,” He reached for her hand.

“What? You got your suitcase?” Yunho looked confused.

“Yeah, yeah,” San held up the bag, leading Miryo down the bus.

The bus doors closed and went back on its way. Miryo turned to him. “Now what? We’re stranded out here in the dead of night. Maybe you’d want to let me know what’s going on?” She asked.

“What’s going on? We’re going to take a walk,” San replied. “That Jung Wooyoung might shoot his mouth off after all.”

“Where are we going to walk to?”

“The next town, wherever that is. Come on, we’ve got a long way to go,” He said.

“How much longer do we have to walk?” Miryo sighed, lifting her feet up with every step she took. “My feet are killing me.”

San looked around at where they were. “We can stop here if you want. Wherever we are. I know we’re past Daegu by now.”

“Where exactly?”

San shrugged. “I can’t say for sure. But from the looks of everything, like that hay rick, we must be on someone’s farm.”

“Farm? Where’s the farm house then?” Miryo turned around.

“What difference does that make?”

“You don’t mean- you mean we’re going to sleep out here?” Miryo asked.

“Well I don’t know about you, but I’m going to give a fair imitation of it,” San approached the hay rick.

Miryo frowned as she followed him. “San?”

“What?”

“I’m kind of hungry.”

San gave her a look. “You’re just imagining things,” He said.

“No I’m not! I’m hungry and scared,” Miryo whined.

“You can’t be hungry and scared at the same time!” San argued.

“Well I am!” She argued back.

“If you’re scared, it scares the hunger out of you!”

“Not if you’re more hungry than scared.”

San let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine, fine, you win. Now forget about it,” He said. He was getting tired as well.

“I can’t! I’m hungry.”

“For god’s sake!” San groaned. “Why did I ever get mixed up with you? If I had any sense, I’d already be in Seoul by now.”

“What about your big story?”

“Taking a woman back to her fiance! I turned out to be a prize sucker, all right,” San sighed, fluffing up the loose hay from the stack. “Here, your bed’s all made, come on.”

Miryo looked at the mound of hay before her. “You mean I’m supposed to sleep on that?”

“That’s the idea,” San replied.

With great reluctance, Miryo settled down, frowning and wrinkling her nose at how crackly it was. “Oh, this isn’t very comfortable.”

“Just go to sleep, I’m tired of listening to you complaining,” San said dismissively, getting up to go to another part of the hay rick. .

Miryo tried to lie down. “You know you’re becoming incredibly disagreeable lately. You snap my head off every time I open my mouth! If being with me is so disagreeable to you, you can leave. You can leave any time you see fit. Nobody’s holding you back here, I can get along, I can get along very well without you!” She huffed, looking up at the sky and it made her realize how it had gone quiet. “...San?” She called out.

No response.

“San?” Miryo sat up looking around. “San? San! San!” She called out again nervously.

“What? What’s wrong? What are you yelling for?” San appeared, carrying a bunch of carrots.

Miryo sighed in relief. “San! I-I was so worried…” She said, her voice lowering.

“What’s with you? I was only gone a minute. I went to try and find you something to eat,” San replied.

“I know but-”

“Here, I got it from a crate in the next field,” San handed her the bunch.

“Huh? I-I don’t want it now,” She said, putting the bunch aside.

“What? I thought you said you were hungry!”

“I was but-”

“But what?!” San was growing even more frustrated.

“But I was so scared it scared the hunger right out of me,” Miryo pouted.

“For crying out loud! You’d drive a guy crazy,” San groaned.

“I guess-”

“Shut up. Not a peep out of you,” San glared at her before walking to the other side of the hay stack.

“I was only going to say that you were right.”

“You darn well know I’m right,” San huffed. “Now go to sleep and forget about everything,” He said, sitting down on the pile he fluffed up and sat back, looking up at the sky.

Miryo lay back down. “...San?” She called out.

“What?”

“What are you thinking about?” She asked.

San looked out at the field next to them. “By strange coincidence I was thinking of you,” He admitted.

Miryo smiled to herself. “Really?”

“Yeah, I was wondering what makes women like you so annoying.”

Her expression fell. “Oh.”

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bitchkay · 1 month

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Double dog dare you to do nsfw headcanons for Quartus 🗿

I just know you’re gonna go crazy with it with what I saw in the post about Quartus you just made LMAO

[Ask received: oct 3rd 2023]

PLZZZ😭😭

Yk I posted that while i was at school earlier, I feel like my friends was looking down at my phone and seen all the horny reaction memes like 🤨🤨 but look, this is who we are and this is who we represent

Anyways 😋 *quickly makes a banner for him*

NSFW headcanons for court of darkness~

Rating: Explicit(18+mdni)

Hehehehehe😋

Disclaimer, I can guarantee you that every time I talk about Quartus I'm so fucking horny

Like so fucking horny.

Like he fucks up all my cognitive functions

But who said I wanted to think🥰🥰

Ok well first of all he doesn't really care about you

That's a given

He just wants a hole to fuck and I wouldn't be surprised if you were being passed around all of Obscurus (which honestly kinda slays🙄✋🏽)

He's pretty cruel too

Sometimes he doesn't even want to get off, he just wants to see you cry

Even if you've fucked all four of them (separately and all at once) you probably spend most of your time with Quartus, as if you'd have a choice though

Overstimulating you until it physically hurts to cum anymore shaking in your own mess or edging you for hours until you cum untouched, you're not finished until you're sobbing pathetically over his lap begging for some bout of mercy

Thick ringed fingers shoved into your pussy, squirting until your mess is all over the floor and you're dehydrated

He somewhat takes care of you though when you're done, making sure you're cleaned up and resting, tended to to some degree, he wants you alive at least

Wounds bandaged, bruises salved

Bare minimum of aftercare basically he just needs to know you're still alive and good

Well I wouldn't really call it bare minimum cus he still taking care of you but just not really showing you any affection which in my opinion is a big part of aftercare but be lucky that he looked twice at you after he got his nut in

Yes Quartus would fuck the absolute shit out of you until your reduced to nothing but a fuck doll but you still have free will in a sense where you're tied down to them but still able to move freely, none of obscurus really cares what you do as long as you back to satisfy their needs and answer their every beck and call

You're like a servant basically(personal slut)

You would go briefly into town to do some shopping ya know pick up some vegetables, do some lolly gaging and shit but by the time your back you have a cock down your throat and one in your ass

(If you even think to spill a word about iritium you're dead though. No hesitation. You are replaceable.)

Its definitely not an uncommon practice to be shared between Quartus and Secondus, Quartus preferring your front end, fucking your throat while Secondus takes you from behind

I think if Quartus isn't fucking your pussy up he's fucking your throat

His dick can barely fit in your pussy, imagine him shoving it down your throat😳

Better have a good gag reflex cus he is not stopping if he triggers it and you throw up all over it, might even make you clean it up cus "you got my dick all dirty."

"Swallow it. Swallow. It. All."

The man is vile

Disgusting even

That how I like them🥰🥰 /hj

He would have you touch yourself in front of him, guiding your movements until your an overstimulated mess

"What a slutty pussy~"

"Spread that pussy for me. Wanna see that cunt dripping."

And that's just before he gets his dick out

He likes when your nice and dumb for him, when nothing but moans can spew from your lips

He has an authority kink.

He doesn't care what title you give him, it's more about the power he has over you than anything

If you worship him like a god expect not to be able to walk for a few days

If you couldn't already guess he's a dom

Hard dom.

Can and will slap you arround like a whore degrading you at every turn

Don't you dare even think of being brat, he will not touch you

The worst punishment of all

He will command you to the bed with your face down ass up, you think this your punishment like you're about the get the best and roughest fucking of your life

Nah this is your punishment

He'll jerk off in front of your pussy while you beg and cry to at least see him, you wriggle your bum needily, your hole clenching in anticipation for satisfaction that never comes

The only thing you're getting is his cum landing on your ass as he finishes and a hard spank to your ass cheek before fixing himself up to get back to committing heinous acts against humanity, leaving you there unsatisfied and covered in jizz

He molds his dick into a dildo for you and loves to watch you fuck it

Making you bend yourself out of shape just to see how your pussy looks taking his dick

Often times you'll end up begging for his dick, wanting the real thing inside you nearly to the point of tears

The toy might be his exact replica but nothing compared to the searing heat that permeates through your pussy when he fucks you

Eventually he gets tired of your whining and gives in

But not in the way you wanted

"Beg for it. Beg for my fucking cock like the slut you are. Beg like I taught you to"

He fucks your ass leaving your leaky pussy neglected as you sob and cry as he folds your body in half

He grunts as your tight anus squeezes his cock, your pussy drooling all the while

He fingers your pussy as he fucks your ass until you cant take it anymore, massaging your g-spot until your a squirting mess and just holding onto the threads of consciousness

"Isn't this what you wanted?! You wanted your slutty holes filled, right?!"

Unless he's degrading you Quartus isn't really that vocal during sex

He'll grunt here and there but other than that he doesn't say much

You on the other hand, your voice is always bouncing off the walls of the room

If you're not screaming he will just fuck you rougher.

He wants to hear you yell, beg, scream all of that

If none of that is happening he's fucking you wrong

The only instance you're not breaking the sound barrier is if you're gaged

Whether that be a ball gag, his fingers, covering your mouth, maybe he tapped your mouth shut, he might even gag you with your soiled panties

I'm telling you this man is vile

If you ever have to go somewhere with him assuming you're also a member of iritium and not just a servant of obscurus or whatever the fuck, he's gonna pull some shit

The other members of obscurus are irritated by this mind but that still doesn't stop him from fingering you under the table

Shit if the meeting isn't urgently important the others might join in toying with you too

You are basically obscurus fuck toy anyway

Obscurus orgy🥰🥰

Being gang fucked by all of them🥰🥰🥰

"Fuck, you’re such a slut. Begging for all of those dicks. Are you satisfied now? With my cock down your throat and two more inside both of your holes? It’s almost admirable the way you keep letting us cum inside you. I know you like it. You’re such a greedy fucking cumslut, that’s why you’ve already swallowed two of my loads, but your mouth feels so good I just can’t stop. Maybe you could beg me to if you weren’t too busy gagging around me. Primius would take my place if I moved, but I bet you want that, don’t you? You want to taste every cock in this room. You want to feel every one stretching out your tight cunt and ass."

Being used by all four of them😁👍🏽

I need a lobotomy.🤭

This is dirty talk to me atp

Quartus choking you until you pass out👁👁

Like imagine he has you in a mating press, all folded up and shit

And he wraps a big veiny hand arround your throat putting just enough pressure to make you a little light headed

Yk just enough to feel it but not like life threatening like not wind pipe crushing

And he fucking rearranges your whole reproductive system until it's entirely too much

He pushes you towards your orgasm simultaneously pressing just the bit harder to make your eyes roll back and your body go limp

Porn.

Literally porn.

If yall talk about this and establish your okay with him continuing (🚨important🚨: ‼you're okay with it‼) in these situations when you pass out then expect to be fucked back awake too

If you're not okay with that then that's where it ends, fucked beyond belief and put to sleep by dick, he'll be back when you're coherent again

Let's talk boundaries for a sec cus I be saying this that and the third but dont get this shit twisted yall this mutually beneficial

Yall got an arrangement

Beg, cry, whine, bitch, moan, yall established what you are and aren't okay with way before yall started fucking

As you should by the way

Of course you're just his hole to fuck but you're okay with being a hole to fuck cus shit this shit mutually beneficial he got amazing dick he can lay down flip it and reverse it in this pussy

Yall fuck disrespectfully because yall want to be fucked disrespectfully

Yall use the traffic light safe word system

Red is stop immediately/we're done, yellow is slow down/this is good but no more, green being go, like continue, you're good

Only few times have you needed to say red but only because you literally left like you were going to die

Like yes you've passed out before and felt lightheaded, you know like you've definitely played around with your life before, consciousness wavering a lil bit

But if you genuinely fear for your life, or he do something you're not okay with at all, red, youre done, were finished

The procedure usually is he just stops touching you period

Stops what hes doing, backs away, if you're hurt, that's tended too, it's a full stop until further notice

For yellow, not much changes but he'll seamlessly change the position or slow down, change the method and stuff go from a full nelson to prone bone shit like that

I need to lick this mans body👁👁

I need him injected into my blood stream(sexual)

Let's talk about full nelson for a second actually😳

Yeah

Hell fuck you full nelson in front of the rest of obscurus.

Humiliation kink but also like asserting dominance over the rest of them cus idk some kind of inferiority complex due to being the lowest rank out of the four or something--

Mostly humiliation though

He wants to see you cry and get embarrassed being fucked with your pussy on full display, your juices openly dripping down his shaft

Might let the others have a turn when hes done, depends on his mood

Pussy spanking.😳

No cus imagine😳

"My girl likes having that slutty cunt slapped? Yeah? It feel nice pretty?"

He holds your legs open and brings and large veiny hand down you on your cunt, a loud wet slap against your pussy lip, your clit throbbing in need--

Yall anyway--😳

Big dick

Between 8 and 10 inches which is certified monster cock status😈😈

I wanna be broken.

Also why he molded his cock into a dildo, he gets the close up of you struggling to take his cock but also the wide angle of you fucking yourself with it

Its thick too don't get it twisted

That shits thicker than your forearm

That mother fucker has an actual weapon on him💀

Fucking him has probably permanently altered the space between your legs💀

Bro opened up your pelvic floor

This why he gotta make sure you alive after you done

Quartus might kill people but he does that shit intentionally ok he do that cus he want too

This is not on purpose, bro was not trying to kill you this time💀💀

He doesn't do alot of foreplay but enough

"Yeah? You like getting that pussy stretched out? Maybe I should fuck you without prep more often. Dirty girl."

Theres alot of cock for you to take so it better be enough

And you take it everytime

Yay vagina powers for adapting to the size of your partners cock🥳🥳

Don't even think about running from it cus he'll just pull you tight back on the d like nothing

Cant take it? Welp should thought about that before, hes not stopping until he sees you cum

"Don't fucking push at me, lay back. And keep your hands to your fucking self."

You do it in doggy style more often than not

Nothing like fucking into you, smacking ya ass and shoving your face into the pillows

Got you seeing stars

Back pushed into a deep fucking arch, fivk completely recking your guts

It's so beautiful it brings a tear to the eye😢

I mean your also crying for other reasons but--

Nothing better than seeing you wailing on his dick saying "ish to much t'much!" but fucking back on him when he stops like make up your mind🙄

"I told you to stop squirming. Want me to spank you again, hm?"

Did I cover everything😁

#kay answers #court of darkness #headcanons #tw smut #smut #18+ minors dni #quartus court of darkness

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royalstydia · 2 years

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yall i decided to finally stop being pussy & impulsively post this shit :)) my first writing on here sooo

brat

hawk/eli moskowitz x reader

warnings: 18+, mild smut, soft dom!hawk, oral (male receiving), cursing, daddy kink, slight degradation (calling reader slut)

summary: reader and hawk are constantly coming for each other’s throats. then hawk came in hers ;)

I rolled my eyes at the sight of the little red headed shit laughing with his friends. He could have literally been anywhere else, but of course it had to be in front of my locker.

I sighed, inching closer to them. Instead of saying anything, I just pushed him to the side. The laughter died down and I didn’t have to think twice about Hawk being pissed. The moment I opened my locker, it was pushed shut by him.

“What the fuck” He spit out. “Do I need to teach you fucking manners?”

“I’m not in the mood for your shit right now.” I muttered loud enough for him to hear.

“You started it and now you’re gonna pay for it.” He glared at me.

“Oh yeah and what the fuck are you going to do, Lip?” I bit back.

A look of anger filled his expression, before it was replaced by a smirk. He came real close to my face, aiming to taunt me.“You better shut that pretty little mouth of yours before I put it to work, brat.”

He looked back at his friends laughing. I scoffed, walking away. At this point, I didn’t even care about getting into my locker anymore.

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It was now fifth period and time for lunch. I was making my way down the hall, when someone pulled me into an empty room. I was confused, before I looked up and saw that stupid little mohawk.

“What the hell?” I questioned, pushing his hands off of me.

His signature smirk made its way onto his face. “You didn’t think you’d get away with acting like such a brat earlier, did you?”

“Maybe if you weren’t such a dickhead, there would be no reason for me to act like a brat.” I spoke.

His smirk faltered, as he inched closer towards me. I backed away with every step he took. Soon, my body came into contact with the hard lab table. Hawk’s hands found their place on either side of my figure, trapping me.

He let out a small chuckle, humming softly. He held my chin, forcing me to look him in his eyes. “Now, what did I say about that pretty little mouth of yours, little girl?”

As much as he got on my nerves, I couldn’t help but feel a slight tingle in my core. His smirk grew, seeing the lust in my eyes.

I attempted to get my shit together, not adamant on him having the upper hand. A snicker left my mouth and I pulled away from the grip he had on my face. “Not going to happen.”

“No?” He raised his eyebrow.

I tried to ignore the hand that was now running up and down my side. I shuddered softly when his cold hands slipped under my hoodie, resting on my waist. His head only grew bigger at my reaction.

He removed his hand from my waist, only to grip my hair. His hand snaked into the roots of my hair, tugging at it. I let out a soft moan. His body was firmly pressed against me and his lips rested on mine.

“But you were so eager to suck daddy’s cock last week, weren’t you?” He lowly spoke, against my lips.

I didn’t speak, focused on the intense throbbing between my thighs. Which didn’t last for long, as he pulled my hair harder. “I asked you a question, princess.”

I quickly nodded, not trusting my voice at the moment. But that wasn’t good enough for him. “What’s the matter, brat? Can’t speak.”

“I-“ I paused, taking in a sharp breath. “Yes, daddy.”

His eyes turned darker at the sound of me calling him that. “Now beg for it.” He hummed.

I really shouldn’t do what I’m about to, but after all I was a brat. A small smirk made it’s way onto my face. “No.” I uttered against his lips.

“You’re going to pay for that you fucking brat. Knees, now.” He said, letting go of his grip on my hair and moving to pull his pants down.

I glanced at him, then the door. I was worried someone would walk in. I mean we were at school.

“If you played nice earlier, we wouldn’t be in this situation. Now, if someone walks in, they’re just going to have to see what a slut you are for daddy.” He said.

I watched as he pulled his boxers down and his hard cock sprung free. I refrained from licking my lips.

“Suck.” His demand was enough to have me knelt in front of him.

I rubbed my thumb against his tip, swiping away the pre-cum that was leaking down. My eyes glared into his, as he watched me raise my finger to my mouth. He let out a soft groan at the sight of me tasting him.

I was ready to tease him some more, but he wasn’t having it. He grabbed the top of my hair, scrunching it in his hand. “Open.” He commanded, pulling my head closer.

I looked up at him, through hooded eyes and opened my mouth. He wasted no time shoving his dick inside.

I gagged at the feeling of his cock in the back of my throat. He slowly pulled my head back, his dick slipping out, before he quickly pushed himself back into my mouth.

I hummed against him, as he face fucked me. The vibration causing him to let out a moan. His hands held my hair in a makeshift ponytail, guiding me up and down his shaft. I continued sucking, the wetness between my thighs growing at the sound of his moans.

He thrusts deeper into my mouth, causing me to gag. He held his dick in place, resting at the back of my throat. A throaty fuck managed to slip past his lips.

My hand then moved up to grip his thigh, pulling back slightly. The hold on my hair was loosening. I began moving without guidance. He was pretty big and it left my hand palming whatever couldn’t fit in my mouth. I released his dick, pumping him a few times. I darted my tongue out, slowly licking a stripe up his shaft. A soft groan filled my ears. I put his dick back in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down. I felt his hips buck, involuntarily pushing himself further down my throat.

His cock twitched, as he let out a string of profanities. His cum slowly filled my mouth. He pulled out, watching as I swallowed it. Some of his cum dripped down my mouth onto my chin. His finger quickly swiped it up.

I locked eyes with him, as I opened my mouth and sucked his fingers clean. He pulled me up, pressing a rough kiss against my lips. I moaned into his mouth, incredibly turned on by him kissing me after I just sucked him off.

He broke the kiss and started pulling his pants up. Meanwhile, I began to run my fingers through my hair.

When we were done fixing ourselves, we looked at one another. “Maybe if you behave, I’ll return the favor later.” He winked, backing away.

I watched as he turned his back and walked out of the room. I groaned, feeling the pool of wetness between my legs.

I sighed, walking towards the door. Just a couple more hours. You got this bitch, you can behave.

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royalstydia <3

idk ??? lmao

part 2 with actual smut maybe ?? if anyone reads this

#cobra kai #eli moskowitz imagines #cobrakai #hawk #hawk x reader #hawk smut #eli moskowitz #eli moskowitz x reader #demetri #eli moskowitz smut #miguel diaz

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donutloverxo · 3 years

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NO BUT LIKE CONCEPT: SMUT HC where mob!steve comes back from a rough night that leaves him very much outta it and ur the only one who can help him ... in more ways than one

Please note that my stories are not to be stolen or reposted on any other site. Reblogs are welcome. This blog and this story is 18+. Do not read, follow or interact if you are not 18+.

I'm making this a drabble cause I can't work with HCs. Thank you❤ Warmings -explicit sexual content, dom Steve, daddy kink, spanking, blood and wounds, bullets. Dividers by @whimsicalrogers

You put some distance between your poor ear and your phone upon hearing your friends loud screech, excited since she saw your Instagram post of your new engagement ring.

"It is so beautiful! And so unconventional and unique too!"

"Mm-hm," you hummed, applying a second coat of your fiery red nail paint, to make it more intense, you just knew it'd look amazing against Steve's pale skin, he absolutely loved it when you scratched him and were a bit rough with him.

You never gave him any pointers on what kind of engagement ring you'd like, only thing that was a bit too obvious - which you never actually needed to say - was that you loved shiny things. So he has gotten you a ring with a huge sapphire ruby and tiny sparkly diamonds adorning the band. It was everything you needed and more.

"Makes sense because our relationship is anything but conventional." Where he had never directly said that his job involved a few things that were kind of, sort of, illegal but you weren't an idiot, it didn't take you long to figure out.

You knew he was important and rich when he asked you out, not just because he wore fancy clothes, but the way he carried himself, tall and proud and an aura that dominated any room he was in, two bodyguards always around him, and when you both started getting serious he assigned Peter, who was sort of an intern or newbie from what you gathered, to always escort you places and take care of you.

Maybe it wasn't exactly the most rational thing to do - marrying someone who was as feared as he was respected - but all you knew was that he was a good man and you had faith in him, so you stayed away from that part of his life.

"You must be planning the wedding now," she beamed over the phone.

You scoffed, blowing on your fingers, "No, he's always at work these days. It's so annoying, if it doesn't change then I'm leaving and taking the ring with me."

You looked at it sparkling on your finger, it was too beautiful to part with. Besides it became yours as soon as he gave it to you.

"You're late, but there's nothing new about that," you puffed out your cheeks, hands crosses under your chest, as he loosened his tie and worked on taking off his shoes. He had been coming home past midnight for the last month, enough was enough!

"Doll," he groaned, looking at you and ready to tell you off and ask for some space, but then he saw you. In a satin babydoll that barely covered you, with lace trimmings that did nothing to hide your soft nipples, your toes and nails painted just the color he liked, and you were wearing those ridiculous fluffy slippers with bunny ears that he had grown to love.

His mouth opened and then shut like a damn goldfish, forgetting what he was about to tell you.

"Steven," you furrowed your brows.

He knew he was in trouble as soon as you called out his full name. "Yeah?"

"When are we going to discuss the wedding?"

"I'm sorry, doll, work has been hectic these days. But soon."

"Soon? Soon doesn't do it for me," jutting your hip and leaning against the door to your walk in closet, "I need an exact date."

"I can't give it to you right now, puppy," his jaw clenching as you rolled your eyes, "Watch yourself, sweetheart. I had a long day, you don't wanna get on my bad side today."

"You shouldn't have put a rock on it if you didn't intend on marrying me," rolling your eyes extra hard just to get on his nerves.

"I do want to marry you. But right now... you're sort of making me have second thoughts."

He regretted those words as soon as they left his mouth. Because you looked about ready to smack him.

"Fine then. I guess I'll leave and go live with my mother from now on. She would be happy for sure, she isn't too thrilled about our engage - " you stopped your rant as soon as you noticed crimson seeping through his crisp white undershirt as he took off his coat.

Your eyes as wide as saucers, your heart beating fast and hard in your chest and you could feel your eyes getting watery. You weren't handing out empty threats, you were definitely serious about leaving. Just to remind Steve of just how much he loves you.

It wouldn't be the first time. You had done it once before, when you went back to live at your apartment because he yelled at you for going out with your girlfriends without Peter. You didn't need a babysitter, especially not one who was several years younger than you. You had gathered up your things from Steve's penthouse and went home with a heavy heart. You loved him with all your heart, but there was no way you could make it work with someone who was that controlling and mean to you.

But he came to you, literally got on his knees to apologize and to beg for you to take him back. He even made you give up your apartment and got you a bigger house for you both to live in. Just so you couldn't take off ever again.

"Steve... your bleeding..." you said as you held back a sob. Any anger you had towards him was now gone.

"Oh, shit," he looked down to his side, "Must've ruptured the stitch or something..."

You walked over to him, holding onto his waist and looking up at him, trying not to look at his wound. You weren't that squimish around blood, it rarely ever bothered you, but this was your Stevie, and he was hurt. "What happened?"

"Its... It's nothing, doll. It was an accident."

"Yeah, I guess you slipped and fell on a bullet," you huffed.

"No, the bullet barely grazed me. And you know I don't like talking about those things with you."

"Why? I'm not stupid or weak, I have a right to know."

"Of course, not, puppy. You're my sweet, strong, smart girl," he cooed, bending a bit to peck your lips and then groaning. "Gotta, be careful with this," he said as your fingers worked on unbuttoning his shirt.

"If I'm so strong and smart then tell me what happened," you asked as you pushed his shirt off his shoulders. You didn't stop to marvel at his huge and perfect body like you always do, you looked at the fresh batch on stitches right over his hips.

"No, puppy. You're too good for that world, too good for me," he groaned as he sat down on the little pink couch he had put in the closet for you. Since you spent hours trying to pick outfits, he didn't want you standing too long and hurting your feet.

"Fine then don't tell me," you whimpered, rubbing your tears off with the back of your hand.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm okay. I'm right here, not going anywhere," he tried to pull you into his lap, usually he wouldn't even have to ask for you sit on it, but right now you were pulling away and refusing for some reason, "C'mere, doll," he almost whined. Not used to being told no by you anymore than you were by him.

"No, I don't wanna hurt you," you hiccuped, as your sobs started to calm down.

"You wouldn't. You could never hurt me. C'mere I wanna cuddle you and make you feel better," he tried to pull you into him again but you just shook your head.

"I should be the one making you better. Not the other way around. But I don't know how to..." you swayed from side to side, suddenly ashamed of your brash behavior from earlier. "I'm sorry, I was being such a brat earlier."

"It's okay, puppy. I forgive you. You were right, we need to fix a date and find a venue and get you a pretty dress. I wanna see you in one of those poffy gowns, like a princess."

"That's called a ballgown," you said proudly, having done your research now. You knew all about the styles of the gowns, sleeves, necklines, colors and everything. "And you're not going to be involved in dress shopping process. Grooms aren't supposed to see the dress before the wedding it's bad luck."

He hummed at that, a bit disappointed but he would eventually see it, and then take it off, so it wasn't a huge loss. "Yes, you're right. But, let's not forget, you were a bad girl."

You gasped incredulously, "Well, you were being a bad fiance!" Which earned you a swift smack to your backside, making you yelp and fall forward, holding onto his shoulders for support.

"I didn't mind you calling me out for that. I want you to be honest with me and tell me everything. But you threatened to leave me, again."

You pouted. Offended for being called out so blatantly. Yeah you always made empty threats, packed up your bags just for show, whenever you didn't get your way. Never considering his feelings when yours were hurt.

"Sorry," you mumbled.

"I forgive you. I know you didn't mean it. But I'll have to teach you your lesson. Just so you know better next time."

You nodded your head, which made him spank you once more, "Yes, daddy!"

"Good. How many do you think you deserve?"

"Um... Fifteen. Ten for threatening to leave, and five for giving you attitude."

"See, you're so smart. I'll punish you tomorrow though. I'm tired right now," he groaned as he sat back against the couch, squeezing your hips and admiring your figure, showing through the thin material of your nightie.

"Um, daddy?"

"Yes, angel?"

"Is there anyway I can make you feel better right now?"

"Yeah, you can give me a kiss. You didn't give me one this morning when I left, or when I came back."

"Okay, I'll kiss you. But I also wanted to do more..." you murmured, your face burned hot as you realised that Steve was going to make you say what you wanted to do.

"Like what?"

"Like, take your cock down my throat. Would that make you feel better? I'll try and be careful about your stitches." Truth be told you missed being intimate with him, you needed it as much as he did.

"It definitely would make me feel better. But I want to have you close to me," he stroked the inside of your thighs, hands dangerously close to your cunt, "Why don't you, come ride my cock. Just like I taught you, hm?"

"But - what if I hurt you..." you whined. But he wasn't having any of it, rolling your panties down your legs.

"You wouldn't, puppy, come on we'll be careful. Be quick."

You gave him a meek nod, unzipping him with shaky fingers, giving his glorious cock a couple of pumps before straddling his lap. You made sure to not put any pressure on his lap. Lining his cock up to your pussy with your hands wrapped around his neck, you slowly sanked down on him.

First giving him a nice and thorough kiss to make him for not kissing him goodbye or welcome home like you always do. "I feel so full," you say against his lips.

He hummed, squeezing your ass, "I was made for you, angel. As you were for me." He slid the straps of your nightie down your arms, exposing your breasts to him. He made sure to shower them with all his lips, sucking, kissing and biting and pulling with his mouth. You were making the sweetest of noises, trying to keep your moans in as he helped you bounce on his cock by holding onto your hips.

"You're doing so good. Being such a good girl for me. My sweet, best girl," he cooed, kissing your forehead, he knew how you were still vulnerable to be on top.

"Am I making you feel better, daddy?" you sniffled, his cock hiting you in all the right places, making it impossible for you to keep going and hold off your climax.

"I'm all better already, thanks to you, puppy."

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ML Fic: Soulmate Survey Part 34

Man these parts are getting harder and harder to churn out. A lot of plot points converging and real life ramping up. Hopefully you all enjoy this. Please comment your thoughts on the chapter. And if you really liked it, Reblog it. Thats the best way to get others to see it. Also, Please let me know your thoughts. Your comments fuel me.

(Master Post)

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Masquerade surveyed the classroom. Her former classmates now her masked servants. It was fitting how they were all silent. Before, they listened to her because she told them exactly the things they wanted to hear, now they listened because she had power over them. It was kind of poetic in a way.

She looked across the classroom, she realized that there seemed to be more people missing than she initially realized.

“We are missing someone. Aside from Marinette, who is missing?”

The controlled classmates looked amongst themselves. Trying to figure out who was the one that was not in the class.

“Is it Chloé?” Miracular inquired, trying to answer her master’s request.

The akuma looked around.

“Huh… Oh yea, she isn’t here. Well she isn’t important. I was thinking someone else.” Masquerade answered. She looked to her most recently made akuma servant.

The Bubbler, the akumatized version of Nino stood motionless. As if he was not registering what was going on.

“Bubbler? Do you know who is missing?”

The multicolored akuma said nothing. Not even looking in the direction of the mask maiden.

“Bubbler! I order you to answer me!” She commanded with fiery rage.

The akuma turned to face his master, now responding.

“Adrien is missing.” The bubbler answered, his voice robotic and as emotive as a speak and spell.

“So, Adrien isn’t in the room. What a shame. I was planning on turning him into my handsome little knight.”

Masquerade thought for a moment.

Has Adrien been akumatized? Lila wasn’t sure she had ever seen or heard about him getting akumatized. She knew that the class had pretty much gotten hit at least once or twice at some point from what she had heard and read from the ladyblog. But if that goody-goody Marinette hadn’t been akumatized, Adrien likely hadn’t been akumatized either.

“Alright my servants! We have a new mission. I want you to lock this school down! No one is allowed in or out. Anyone you find, bring them to me. If they can be akumatized, then they are joining our cause.”

“Time breaker. Guard the perimeter outside of the school. Anyone outside of Ladybug and Chat noir trying to get in. Tag them, but only if they are suspicious of what’s going on. Stay hidden otherwise.”

“Timebreaker nodded and began skating out of the room in a rush.

“Horrificator, once Timebreaker is outside, seal all the exits in the main building.”

The masked monstress nodded and sped out of the room.

“Dark Cupid, Stoneheart, Princess Fragrance, Miracular and Reflekta. I want you to split up check all of the rooms and bring me potential akumas.”

The five akuma nodded and made their way out the door.

“Gamer and Robostus. I want you to hack into the airwaves. I want access to every Electric device in Paris when I give you the signal. But make sure to be subtle. I don’t want anyone to know about us until I tell you.”

The two nod and start working to get that ready for her.

She focuses her attention to the bubble making akuma that was giving her problems earlier.

Considering how hard it was to break him down, it was understandable. She had saved him for last for a reason. Because he was the hardest one to crack.

He was a relatively calm individual, able to keep a level head. But even he had his weakness. His confidence. Once that was shaken, seeing his entire class taken, knowing his girlfriend was under her control, he couldn't resist another moment. In a way, it was the most satisfying charm on her bracelet.

“Now Bubbler, you are going to go and locate Marinette and Adrien for me. Put them in a bubble and bring them to me. Help that girlfriend of yours.”

The bubbler nodded yes despite severe shaking. Seems even now he is trying to resist the control of the mask.

“Troublesome, but it is only temporary. He will break soon enough.” Masquerade mused to herself.

She looked at the near empty room with contempt. This was hardly a place where she could exact her vengeance. It was so… lame. Though a thought occurs as she realized who she had left standing at attention without orders.

“Evillustrator, I have a special request for you.”

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“What is this?” Chloé screeched. “My daddy bought me the best phone plan in the city. How can I not have service right now?!”

The nurse felt a chill run down her spine. Could the akuma block out phone signals? Is that why there is no attention being given to the school? How could they call for help? How would anyone know of the akuma attack? Would Ladybug and Chat noir be able to help them?

The nurse started to feel herself going pale, she was just supposed to be a school nurse. Worst thing she needed to deal with was a scraped knee or give a kid an ice pack. Now she has a woman that collapsed on the bed and an akuma that is somewhere in the school. She had just moved to Paris a few months ago. It was her dream to live in the city of love, get her career going, find a nice guy, and just live the good life. But no one told her that supervillain attacks would be so personally connected to her situation? She had heard about this crap in New York and in America. But Paris? It was too much. What if Ladybug and Chat noir didn’t fix everything? What if this was where her story ended. What if…

“Hey!”

The nurse turned to her attention to the voice. It was the brash blonde teen that was complaining.

“You look like you’re going to pass out. Just a heads up, I am not taking care of you.” Chloé commented.

Angela felt her face heat up with annoyance.

“Listen you brat. I don’t have time to deal with your attitude. I have a woman that is out cold from exhaustion in a building with a hostile akuma.”

“Good, at least you aren’t going to faint. I don’t need any more whinny women fainting on me”

The nurse paused, did the girl say that just to help her not succumb to the grim situation?

Chloé started making her way to the door.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“You already got your hands full with the annoying assistant. I need to make a call to daddy. So, I am going to head out the building and try there. Try not to get ripped apart by an akuma, I still need more ice when I get back.”

Angela blinked. This girl wasn’t scared of the akuma. She was actually going out to do something reasonable. If she could call for help, it would mean that this whole thing blows over.

“Okay, I’ll stay here. Be safe.”

“Yea whatever.”

Chloé headed out the door.

Angela felt a ghost of a smile grace her face.

‘Maybe that girl isn’t a complete brat after all.’

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The shapeshifting sentimonster growled as it smacked the locker. It lost both primary targets. And worst of all, Ladybug appeared to make this even harder. Masquerade needed to hear about this.

“Master, Marinette and Adrien have escaped my sight.”

The sentimonster heard a sigh of disappointment from the other end.

“It is fine Simularé, They wont be able to escape the school anyway. They will be found soon enough. If anything, this is a blessing in disguise. Having them be the last targets will have them bare witness to how devasting it will all be.” Masquerade answered. “Any news on Ladybug and Chat noir?”

“That’s the other bad news. Ladybug arrived, I am assuming that’s how Marinette managed to escape, and ladybug also took Adrien away as well. No sign of chat noir. But if you know one is here, the other is likely soon to follow.”

There was a brief moment of silence, as masquerade mulled over the information she had received.

“Actually, that works out well for us. Meet up at my location, I have the other students out looking for them, I need your power for something more important.”

“Yes master.”

Simularé shifted back into its phantom form, moving quickly down the hallway to obey her master’s request.

Just as it left, Ladybug popped out of a nearby locker. Relieved it didn’t notice.

“That’s not good, Masquerade likely got everyone in the classroom.” The red heroine said aloud.

She activated her communicator and tried to contact chat noir. But there was no sound.

“Damn it. No signal. Lila likely cut the communication as soon as she realized it.?”

“No worries Buggaboo, I happen to be on site.” A voice called out.

Chat noir jumped out of another locker to reveal he was there.

Ladybug felt a bit of relief at her partner’s appearance. She could tell he felt the same. Better a situation with two heroes.

“Been here the whole time?” The spotted heroine asked her cat crimefighting comrade.

“Just arrived a few minutes ago, I figured something was up, so I decided to take a quick peek. Cat curiosity and all that.”

“And you assumed it was with Collège Françoise Dupont?”

“It seemed like a solid guess.”

“Considering the track record, that is reasonable.” Ladybug conceded.

“Ever wonder why it is always this school and never any of the other schools? Paris is a big city. You would think Hawkmoth would decide to branch out to the other schools in the city.” Chat noir inquired as they started walking down the hall.

“I assumed its just a coincidence.”

“Shot in the dark, maybe he has a kid that goes here. He is pretty old” Chat noir dissed.

“I can’t imagine anyone that would want to date Hawkmoth.” Ladybug joked.

“What about the blue lady? She seemed crazy enough.”

“And now that image is burned in my mind. Thanks kitty.” Ladybug sarcastically commented. “Despite the mental scarring, I am glad you got here. Seems a repeat offender got herself an upgrade in the akuma powers department.”

“Lila.”

“How did you know?”

“I was reading the ladyblog, Alya did great work on that article.” Chat noir praised. He mentally applauded his quick thinking.

“Right, kind of the reason I felt the need to keep an eye on this place. But sadly, I was too slow.” Ladybug responded a tad gloomy.

“Hey, don’t sweat it. We will finish this akuma before lunch.”

Ladybug heard a footstep from the end of the hallway.

“Get down!”

Ladybug tackled the cat hero down. Just narrowly avoiding a neon pause symbol, which now suck on the wall.

“Looks like Lila has been busy.” Chat noir noted as he turned his face to the direction of the attacker.

Ladybug looked at the akuma. The white mask covering her friend’s face. Lady Wifi was back.

“Alya…”

The two heroes got into a fighting stance and prepared to take down this controlled akuma.

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The halls were empty and lifeless as the two visiting teens made their way cautiously down the halls.

“Oddly quiet in here.” The fencer commented. “What do you think Luka?”

“Well last time we entered a place with an akuma in it, it was brimming with armored minions. Maybe this akuma has more stealth?” The Musician commented. “So, I don’t think you will be fighting as directly as you are use to Kagami.”

Kagami nodded at that, not exactly happy or sad regarding that remark. Her plan was to see if she could help her friends get out of the building, grab her textbook, and get out. She wasn’t really that interested in fighting a superpowered foe at this moment in time.

The two ceased speaking when they heard approaching footsteps.

“Someone’s coming.” Luka noted.

The two duck into the nearest room.

The two stayed close to the door as they listened to the sound of the approaching figure.

Kagami dropped to the floor silently as to check and see if she could get a visual.

She could only see what appeared to be costume boots of a larger figure. Which made the expert fencer believe it was not friendly.

The figure stopped, looking at the door. The two teens felt their neck hairs stand on edge as they did their best not to make a sound.

After what felt like an eternity, the figure passed the door without checking. Once the sound of his footsteps could no longer be heard, they let out a sigh of relief.

“That was way too close for comfort.”

“Agreed. I would prefer a direct confrontation next time, much less nerve-racking. “

The two carefully open the door and exit the room.

“Seems we found the akuma.” Luka commented. “Now we just need to avoid it and.”

“You mean akumas.” Kagami corrected.

“Akumas?”

Kagami tilted the boys head to look in the same direction she was looking, and sure enough she saw a rather large rock like creature walking the halls.

“Oh… well that is bad.”

Kagami pushed him back into the room and closed the door. Locking it before the rock giant could notice them.

“I’m surprised.”

“By the fact there is an 8-foot-tall rock beast outside?”

“No, by the fact you didn’t try to fight it.”

“I don’t have a weapon.” Kagami replied flatly.

Luka raised a brow at the comment, unsure if the fencer was serious or not about fighting that thing if she had a foil.

“Is something wrong?” A third voice came from behind them.

The two teens turned around, preparing for the worst. Though they were relieved to see it was just an old janitor… in a Hawaiian shirt. Despite his odd dress, he did give off a kind aura. One of a trusting old grandpa.

They noticed that the room seemed to be a sort of teacher’s lounge, with a small counter with a sink and cabinets. As well as a fridge to keep food cold and stored. A place in the school where teachers would come to get a quick coffee or store their lunch.

“Oh good, you aren’t an akuma.” Luka sighed with relief.

“An akuma?” The old man asked.

“Yes, it is very dangerous out there right now. There are multiple villains outside. I would recommend staying put while we go out there and help handle things.” Kagami explained.

“Quite bold of you to go out there against those monsters.” The man responded.

“Don’t worry, we will be careful. We just need to make sure we can get as many people out as we can so Ladybug and Chat noir won’t need to worry.”

“Ah, how selfless of you. You both seem quite capable for ones so young.”

“You’re very kind, but we are just doing what we can. Our friends are out there and they need our help.”

Kagami goes to the door. Checking to ensure the coast is clear again.

The old man pats the musician’s shoulder.

“I am sure you two will figure a way to help your friends.”

“There are too many outside this room.” Kagami grumbled. If only I had a way to fight them.”

The mysterious janitor smiled.

“Say… I did happen to see Ladybug earlier.”

The two teens turned their attention to the old man.

“You did?” they asked in unison.

“Yes, she happened to drop something while rushing. Would you two be so kind as to return them to her when you see her.”

The two of them glance at each other and shrug. The old janitor might be senile.

“Sure… We can give it to her.” Luka assured the old man, trying to remain polite.

The old man moves to a closet, where out of view of the two teens, an elaborate chest with the symbol of the guardian’s decorates the top. He quickly gets two smaller boxes and closes the closet.

“Ah! Here they are.”

He hands the two a small box each. Their eyes go wide.

“They seemed important, so I didn’t want to just leave them on the floor. But I have a feeling you two will take good care of them.”

The two teens were engrossed by the boxes in their hands. They recognized them immediately. These were the boxes Ladybug used when handing out miraculous.

“Where did you find…?” Kagami tried to question, but noticed the old man was no longer there.

“He’s gone…”

“Actually, I am over here.”

The teens look in the opposite direction they were looking in order to see him at the end of the room getting a snack from the fridge.

The duo decided that maybe this old guy wasn’t all there after all and figured it would be best to go somewhere and utilize the ‘gift’ they were just given.

“Stay in the lounge where it’s safe okay?” Luka asked politely.

“Of course. I am not paid if I am not working.”

The two teens checked the door again, and once the coast was clear. They both slipped out of the room.

After he knew they were out of sight, the old man chuckled.

“The senile routine works every time.”

“Master, you really cut it close with that one.” A small turtle creature exclaimed as he popped out from the closet.

“The universe works in mysterious ways Wayzz. What are the odds that there would be an attack on the school the very day I decide to hide out as a janitor?”

“Considering the frequency of akuma attacks, very likely.”

“True, but how about running into two individuals that Marinette had picked to be heroes.” Fu followed up.

“That is quite a coincidence.”

The guardian pulled out his phone and noticed he didn’t have a signal.

“It seems I can’t get a signal to notify her of the reinforcements I sent her way. Likely it would be the same on her end. So, it is a good thing I acted in advance.”

Fu moved to the closet where he kept the miraculous.

“I can’t help but shake the feeling Ladybug and Chat noir will need all of the help they can get.

“Don’t worry master, I am sure Ladybug and Chat noir will be successful.

“Let us keep an eye on things. They might need another ally to turn the tide.

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“I am guessing you are also familiar with what’s inside here?” Kagami inquired as the two stealthily moved in the hall.

“I may be familiar with it.” Luka commented.

Kagami contemplated the statement. She figured out the truth.

“Seems we both have used a miraculous then?”

“It appears we have. Though I am not sure Ladybug will be thrilled that someone knows I have helped her.”

“I understand the sentiment. Though lets simply agree to keep it between us.” Kagami answered. “Friends do keep secrets like that if I’m correct.”

Luka smiled at the comment.

“Your secret is safe with me.” Luka assured.

“As is yours.”

The two found the locker room and quickly moved inside.

“Coast is clear.”

The two opened the boxes and as they did two magical creatures appeared in front of them.

A floating creature with multiple spikes appeared in front of the fencer, while another floating creature that resembled a cobra stood in front of luka.

“It is a pleasure to see you again Mistress Kagami.”

“It’s been too long, Longg.” Kagami smiled. Happy to see her kwami friend.

“Hello Luka, itssss been a while.” The snake kwami greeted.

“Happy to see you too Sass.” Luka fist bumped his kwami.

The kwamis stop and turn to see the other kwami there.

“Does Ladybug know about this?” They both ask in unison.

“We will inform her after. Right now, there is a lot of danger.” Kagami exclaimed. “Ladybug needs our help.”

The two kwami nod and prepare to fight.

“Consssider us accomplissses.” Sass answered.

The two teens put on the miraculous.

“Sass! Scales Slither.”

“Longg! Bring the storm”

The two teens transform into their heroic alter egos.

Kagami shifting into the dragon miraculous hero Ryuuko, and Luka changing into the Snake hero Viperion.

The two stop to glance at the other.

“So, what should I call you.” The snake hero asked curiously.

“Call me Ryuuko. And what about you mister snake?”

“Viperion is what I am going with.”

“Fitting.”

“As is yours.”

The two give a nod of comradery before making their way out of the locker room. They had to go help Ladybug.

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Ladybug dashed across the hallway, avoiding pause symbols being flung at her by the conniving akuma.

She slid underneath one of the symbols and preformed a daring slide kick to knock Lady Wifi off balance.

While she was unstable, Chat noir charged and used his baton to make contact with her white mask. Believing it was the obvious weak point.

“Got it!” Chat noir exclaimed triumphantly. The strike of the staff knocking Ladywifi a good several meters. Before lying flat on her back.

“Wow, that is a tough mask. I thought for sure that was the weak point.” Chat noir commented.

Lady Wifi stood up robotically.

“There must be a way to snap her out of it. Unless Hawkmoth is learning from his mistakes.” Ladybug hypothesized as she got up from the ground.

“Well I got nothing.” Chat noir shrugged.

Another set of footsteps approaching caught the hero’s attention. The recognized the multicolored bubble maker the moment they saw him.

“Nino… You too?” Chat noir said under his breath.

The Bubble maker used his bubble wand to summon two large bubbles to capture the heroes. Bringing back flashbacks of their first encounter with the bubble akuma.

Chat noir and Ladybug expertly slide between the gaps of the attack, resulting in Lady Wifi getting hit with the large bubbles and being sent flying into the wall via bubble prison.

Chat noir lunged at the Bubbler, his quick pounce pinning him down before he could attack.

“Maybe I can destroy his mask with…”

“Wait Chat noir!” Ladybug called out.

Chat noir paused.

“What if your cataclysm doesn’t free him?”

“And then I am left without the power before a recharge.”

“Exactly. We need to hold off on using our powers right now.”

Chat noir wanted to save his friend. But he knew his partner was right. They needed to conserve their powers before facing Lila.

The Bubbler managed to get the cat hero off of him with a burst of strength. Knocking Chat noir to the ground.

Lady Wifi had gotten free from the bubble attack and was now blocking the other entrance.

Ladybug and Chat noir moved back to back, Ladybug facing the ladyblogger turned mindless akuma slave and Chat noir facing the akumatized DJ.

“Any ideas, Buggaboo?”

“Seems they can’t adapt. They are pretty much mindless slaves. Which makes sense since Lila wouldn’t want them to think for themselves.”

“So you’re saying their movements are simple.”

“Which means they are exploitable.”

Chat noir felt relief watch over him. He knew Ladybug had a plan.

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“EWWWW!” Chloé screeched in disgust. The front entrance to the school had been covered in a pink slime.

She wiped her hand on the cleanest section of wall she could find. This was not her day.

“What is with this nasty gross akuma? First, I can’t call Daddy to come and pick me up. I can’t even post about it! How will Ladybug know to save me? Or better yet, get me the bee miraculous so I can help her save the day?”

Chloé decided to try another exit, since she had no plans of sticking around without knowing if she was going to be given a miraculous or not. Plus, she did say she would call for help, and doing that would make her look good in potential hero points.

As she was walking, she bumps into something in the middle of the hall. Which was bizzare since the hall was clear.

“Ouch, right on my bruise. What the hell is…”

Chloé felt her anger shift to fear when she watched as the empty hall now contained a familiar akuma.

“Sabrina?”

The akuma turned to her, her face covered with a white face mask.

“Eww. Your akuma form looks even tacker than before.”

“Take potential akuma to master.” The akumatized Sabrina stated in an emotionless tone. Repeating the order, she had been given.

“Oh no you don’t! Sabrina, I order you to listen to me!”

The akuma ignored the blonde’s command and slowly walked towards her.

“Sabrina… I am warning you. I am going to yell at you over this later if you don’t stop right now.”

Chloé started slowly backing away. She wasn’t sure of what to do.

“Listen… if you stop right now… I’ll uh… let you take a pick of one of my old sweaters.” Chloé bargained, not intending to let her pick one of the ones she actually liked.

Chloé felt her hand touch the sealed door, and knew she was at the end of the hall. She was boxed in.

“This is so unacceptable.” Chloé stated, preparing to get captured. But a flash of Red and Black came out of nowhere and kicked the akuma hard to the wall.

“Ladybug! I knew you would like save me!” Chloé jumped and hugged her savior.

“Im not ladybug.” The heroine spoke.”

Chloé released the hug as she examined who her savior was.

“Who the hell are you?”

Chloé had never bothered to learn the names of any of the other miraculous heroes. She sometimes forgets chat noir’s name.

“Ryuuko.” The dragon heroine stated calmly, almost regretting saving Chloé.

“Did Ladybug send you? Cause it would have been better if she got me to help.”

Ryuuko decided to ignore Chloé’s comment.

“Now we need to leave before she… Where did she go?” Looking at the dented locker that no longer had an akuma lying on the ground.

Suddenly the akuma popped out of nowhere about to strike from above with her tonfa and steal Ryuuko’s powers, but was stopped when a small harp smacked her face.

“She appears to have invisibility.” A voice called out.

The two turn to see the snake hero as he caught his harp on the rebound.

Chloé took a moment to look over the snake hero. She had to admit, he was pretty cute. Not Adrien cute, maybe she would start learning the names of the other heroes.

“Quick thinking Viperion.” Ryuuko thanked the snake teen.

“Just following your lead.” Viperion responded. The two giving eachother a respectful smile. They both seemed to have gotten used to working together.

The akuma got up. Its white face mask making the akuma’s expression unreadable. But its body language exuded rage.

“Seems we aren’t going anywhere until she is taken care of.” Ryuuko said as she stared down the akuma.

Viperion turned to chloé.

“You need to go and get to safety.”

“Okay!” Chloé says as she runs off.

“How come she didn’t give you any sass?”

“Because I already have him.”

Kagami had to admit that was a clever response.

“Not what I meant, but Chat noir would love that joke.”

“I will be sure to tell him it later.”

“Stick to playing guitar. You’re a better musician than comedian.”

Before they could get off anymore banter. The akuma went for another attack.

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Simularé entered Ms.Bustier’s classroom.

“I am here.” The ghostly sentimonster announced.

“Excellent.”

The sentimonster looked up to see that the classroom it was expeciting to see had been altered into what appeared to be a rather glamourous throne room. The windows covered by white curtains with the design of an akuma in black. The platforms and stairs had been altered to be marble. And at the top, where Lila’s desk once was was now a golden throne akin to something one would see in a castle. Though despite the impressive change in the classroom it was still being designed. The akuma known as the evillustrator was still creating more furnishings for the room.

“Simulare, I have an order for you.” Masquerade stated as she sat on the new throne. Clearly confident in her position.

The sentimonster approached her master. Stopping only a few feet away.

“I want you to create a mirage over the school. Since Ladybug is already in the school. It would be best if you made sure no one notices whats happening here. I don’t need any additional heroes popping in yet. Let’s handle her before making things public.”

Simularé nodded.

“Understood. But what should we do if she…”

“I have everything under control. Just follow my orders.”

Simularé ceased her questioning.

“As you wish master.”

The sentimonster shifted into her Volpina form and headed out of the classroom.

“She is getting arrogant in her power. If things do go south, I will need to step in.” Simularé said to herself. But for now, she knew she had a role to play.

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And that ends part 34.

Seems things are REALLY heating up. Will Viperion and Ryuuko be able to help Ladybug and Chat noir?

Will Ladybug and Chat noir be able to get through to their brainwashed friends?

Will Masquerade's gambit be enough for her to get her vengeance?

Whats Simularé's deal?

Find out by staying tuned and sharing. Remember Reblogs help content creators and if you do enjoy my content, the support really does help

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letstalkaboutshtufff · 4 years

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A Bad Feeling Pt 1

Levi x Reader

Part 1

Paring: Levi Ackerman x Cadet reader

Warnings: 18+ attempted rape/assault, cursing, mention of injury, violence

Summary: Reader feels uncomfortable around a overly friendly captain. Are they just over reacting? Or is there something else going on. What will Levi do when he finds out?

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A.n. ok so I literally wrote this in one go, it's probably trash but I wanted to post it anyway. Please lemme know what you think in the comments! Thank you!

"Y/n! captain Oro is asking for you" you did your best to hide the discomfort Armins words made you feel.

You smiled what you hoped was a convincing one and nodded. With a deep breath you made your way to Captains Oro's office.

Ever since you had been introduced to him those few weeks ago, he had taken a special liking to you. At first you had been excited, having such a highly skilled and well known captain take notice of you was one of the best feelings. Especially since your squad leader, Levi wasn't exactly heavy on praise.

Everyone loved Captain Oro, he was known for his strength and stamina on the battle field. He was both charismatic, and charming. Your fellow cadets practically swooned over him. You couldn't help but also get caught up in his perfection. At first that is..

Over time you noticed things about your meetings that put you on edge. An unnecessary shoulder touch here, a too low pat on the back there. Something was off. And although you had done your best to distance yourself from him, it was hard when your squads often had to work together.

But it was hard to say anything against him because even your cold blooded captain seemed to enjoy his presence.

Once you brought it up to your friend Sasha, about how you felt he was being too friendly. But she waved her hand and basically said you were worrying for nothing, he was just a friendly guy. And you were being dramatic.

Maybe you were overreacting? If captain levi approved of him, surely that meant he was a decent person right? Maybe he was just being really really friendly.

You decided to give him a chance and knocked on his door when you finally arrived.

"Come in" a muffled voice came from the other side.

With a click you entered the candlelit room. It was nearing sundown after all.

"Ah cadet y/n! Perfect, I was wondering if I might ask your opinion on something?" He smiled angelically and gestured towards a parchment on his desk.

"Of course sir" you nodded and approached him, reminding yourself of what sasha said. Just relax.

From the way the parchment was positioned you had no choice but to come to his side of the desk.

"Do you see this area here?" He gestured to what you now saw was a map. "What do you think of leading a squad through here instead of what we originally planned?"

The next 30 minutes you spent completely and professionally discussing strategies. Being the member of your squad that was best at this, made him asking for you completely justified. You felt bad for ever doubting his intentions.

"Thank you y/n, I think I have a better idea of what course we should pursue on our next expedition" he smiled sincerely.

"I'm glad I could be of service" you nodded and allowed a relaxed smile to pass your features. Feeling stupid you had judged him so harshly.

" If you wouldnt mind just one more thing?" You nodded as he pulled out a stack of papers.

"If you could look over this report of the last mission before I send it out? See if theres anything else to add?"

"Sure, I'd be happy to Captain" you grabbed the stack.

"And please if you can, return them to me tonight, I'll need them for the meeting bright and early"

"Yes sir, I'll finish it asap, good evening" and with that you exused yourself.

Tonight? It was already sundown. Well whatever, hes so busy he probably doesn't know what time of day it is.

You found a quiet spot amonsgt the crowds in the common room and got to work.

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"Oi brat, it's passed curfew, go to your room now, we have important work tommorow" the unmistakable voice of your captain rang through the now empty hall.

You looked up in surprise and meet his usual scowl, not even realizing how late it had gotten.

"Hai, s-sorry captain, I'll go now" you gathered the report and quickly left, not wanting to receive another scolding for taking too long.

Oh crap you still had to deliever the report. Changing routes you snuck quietly down the familiar hallways. Not particularly feeling like running into Levi again. Something about him always made you act just a little dumber and it was definitely not because of your non existent crush on him...definitely not.. he was just intimidating is all.

*knock knock*

You waited patiently but there was no answer. Crap did he already go to bed? But he knew I was coming? Ugh what should I do? He needs these reports..

With a sigh you change direction again and head for his personal chambers. There was no way you were getting in trouble for not delivering these reports on time.

You smiled when you saw dim light flood from beneath the door.

Lightly you knocked, "Captain Oro, its y/n, sorry it's so late but I have the rep-" you were cut off abruptly when the door swung open and there stood Oro.

Except he looked nothing like the Oro you were used too seeing. His hair was loose from it's normal slicked back do, and the edges were dripping slightly. His shirt was loosely thrown on revealing a decent amount of skin. He must've just bathed.. you could see why the girls were so obsessed with him. He was, platonically speaking, a very gorgeous man.

You were taken aback but reminded yourself that you did knock after hours so of course he wasnt going to be all soldiered up.

"U-um s-sorry Captain, I have the reports" you averted your eyes and shoved the reports in his direction.

"Ah y/n, thank you, would you please put them on my table? My hands are still slightly wet." He laughed holding them up innocently.

"S-sure" god why were you stuttering so much, you fight goddamn titans for a living?! But somehow you were more nervous now than when a 10meter was clawing at you.

You entered the room and tried to avoid looking around too much.

You always wondered what the inside of the higher ups rooms look-

*click*

You whipped around, alarm bells suddenly back in full force.

"Captain what are you-"

"You're such a good girl, you know that y/n?" Oros whole demeanor changed and you cursed yourself for not trusting your earlier instincts.

"U-um" you really did not know what to say or do as he took a couple steps closer.

"Always so obedient for me, I think you deserve a reward don't you?"

Shit

"That's not...that's not necessary captain, I really should be going" you tried to lunge for the door but he was quicker and much much stronger.

"I don't believe I dismissed you cadet..." he purred pinning your arms to the door in the blink of an eye.

You were by no means weak, but your struggles were useless against him.

"Let me go" it took all your strength not to stutter in fear.

"How adorable, you know I love it when you follow my orders so well, but I think..." you shivered in disgust as you felt his lips near your neck and press down.

"I'd like to see you fight me as well" you whimpered as he sucked and bit down on the soft flesh.

"S-stop it, p-please" he smirked and looked into your fearful eyes with his lustful ones. "Stop? But that's not what you really want is it? You see I know exactly how girls like you are" he chuckled darkly and moved one of his hands to grip both your arms, while the other slid lower. You gasped when he cupped your breast. "S-stop! I'll, ill scream If you don't!" You felt a tear slide down your shaking form.

"Scream?" He snickered like you had told the funniest joke.

"Go ahead and scream doll, itll be very interesting to see what happens"

"W-what?" You were utterly confused.

"Think about it, if someone walks in on us, what would they think? Seeing a cadet after hours in her superiors chambers?"

"B-but I! I was bringing the reports i wasn't-!"

"Do you honestly think theyll care what you have to say? Who do you think theyll believe y/n? You a nobody cadet who's been fighting titans for 3 seconds? Or me, a selfless hero whos saved countless of scouts lives? All I have to tell them is that you came into my room and tried to seduce me. When I tried to restrain you, you screamed. Who do you think theyll listen too? Why else would you be here so late at night?"

"Y-You're..you're insane, you're not a hero, y-you're a coward who-" he grasped your jaw harshly causing you to wince.

"I'd watch that mouth of yours y/n" he squeezed harder. I am your superior after all, and we wouldnt want any nasty rumors going around that would have you suspended from the survey corps now would we?" He bent down and to your horror pressed his lips against yours.

Fuck fuck what do I do?!? Hes blackmailing me now. I cant fight him, hes too strong, think think think.

But your mind was blank when his cold lips pressed against your lips again. "Open your mouth" he ordered in a voice laced with animilistac lust.

You abruptly turned your head away desperate to get away.

"Heh, always such a tease" he traced a finger up and down your cheek, flipping over your lips. "I'll enjoy this-"

"CAPTAIN ORO, COMMANDER ERWIN REQUESTS YOUR PRESENCE IN HIS OFFICE IMMEDIATELY" a voice shouts from the other side of the locked door.

With an annoyed sigh, Oro pulls away slightly, "Did he say why?" He lazily looks over in the direction of the door.

"NO SIR!"

"guess it can't be helped... Alright tell him I'll be there shortly" he yelled out.

"Hai" the footsteps recended and you stood deathly still.

He pulled away from you and you immediately pulled your wrists to you, they were an angry red, and it scared you how much strength he had so effortlessly displayed.

"Sorry doll, it looks like we'll have to continue this another night" he stepped away and began dressing normally as if he hadn't just been assaulting you 5 second ago. You quickly make for the door but his voice falters your step, "Oh and y/n?"

You dont look at him, but fear held you in place until he finished, "If you mention our little moment to anyone, you know what will happen" you nodded quickly, anything to appease him and get out.

When the door shut behind you, you felt the flood of tears break through.

D-did, d-did that really happen?!?

You held a hand to quiet your sobs and quickly dashed through the hallways.

You're heart thumped and you felt the need to vomit. You hadn't felt this way since the first time youd encounted a titan. All you wanted to do was get to the safety of your room, just through the hall.

It felt like a bucket of cold water had been thrown on you when a cold voice shouted out and halted your movements. Please not now, oh god any time but now.

"Oi cadet y/n are you deaf as well as dumb? I asked you a question.

"Why are you out past curfew?" he sounded definitely annoyed and you gathered all your strength to hold the sobs out of your voice.

Without turning around you answered, "I-I had to deliver some r-reports..I'll head to my room now.." you stepped forward hoping he would let you go but you were not so lucky.

"Oi brat, did you hit your head? I didn't dismiss you yet. Not to mention you haven't even addressed me properly, maybe some time cleaning up horse shit will remind you how to respect your superiors" fuck he was definitely angry now.

Still you didn't turn around, you couldn't..."S-sorry Captain Levi, I'll do better in the future.." you barely could even focus on the words coming out of your mouth, your heart was beating a mile a minute. Please just leave me alone!

"Hahh" Levi uttered in disbelief and severe annoyance, even the most novice of cadets turn around when being spoken to by a superior. "Are you trying to piss me off brat?!?"

"No sir..." still you didnt turn around, but gulped in fear when you heard sharp footsteps near you.

"Cadet y/n, you have three seconds to turn around and salute me properly before I throw you into the cells for insubordination" he ordered in his dangerously calm voice, that you never thought would be directed at you.

Having no other choice you slowly turn around, hoping to god the darkness of the room would be enough to hide your current state.

You kept your head down, letting your hair fall over your face, but gave a proper salute. Hiding the Wince that came when the tender flesh of your wrist had to bend.

Your eyes were trained on the floor. And you tried to remember how to breathe normally again.

"At least you remember how to-" abruptly his harsh scolding stopped.

Why did he stop?! Fuck did he notice something. No no calm down, he probably just is coming up with another punishment...right?

Wrong...

Levi was far from being done with dicisplining you but he caught sight of your bruised wrist and furrowed his brows immediately. He knew for a fact the last time you spoke in the hall those had not been there. He was quick to take in the rest of your demeanor and knew immediately that the reason you were acting disrespectful was because something was wrong.

"Cadet y/n.." he said suspiciously slow and not full of anger anymore.

"Y-yes?" Please dont ask me, please dont ask me, please dont-

"Look at me"

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Part 2 here

Okay so that's part 1! Please comment and lemme know what you think🥰also I'm super sensitive so please no hateful comments. Thanks for reading!

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chuckbass-love · 3 years

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Hi! I know you only just posted it but would it be possible to request 33&36 from the prompts with Ransom please?❤️

A/N: Thank you for your patience on this one, i really hope when you read it that it was worth the wait. Also thank you for requesting in the first place, it means a lot that people ask me to write fics for them.

Prompt #33: "Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic"

Prompt #36: "You'd better watch your fucking mouth"

Disclaimer: My work is not to be translated or to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Warning: Smut! Unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, swearing, daddy kink, implied alcohol consumption and use of the word slut/degradation. 18+ everyone....

Word Count: 2,191

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @twerkforambrose go check them out 💕

Your Filthy Addiction

Five more minutes, you’re going to give that arrogant son of a bitch five more minutes before you toss the food you’d made earlier. You’ve spent all dam day slaving away in that kitchen of yours to make sure Ransom had a decent home cooked meal to come back to after a long day working with Harlan, and what does he do? He doesn’t even show up.

You might love him but if you didn’t get annoyed at least once a day with him then life wouldn’t be right. He’s always doing something to mess you around.

And today is testament to that, it’s testament to the fact that no matter how hard he tries, he just can’t help but let you down. Maybe now you’ve had enough of sitting idly by and letting him walk all over you.

So when he eventually stumbles into the house, his tipsy state as clear as day, your cage is well and truly rattled.

“Where the hell have you been?” you snap, standing in front of him with your hands placed firmly on your hips as you take in his flustered cheeks. He’s very drunk indeed, probably due to the bottomless Jameson supply at the bar across town.

You’ve tried your hardest for years ever since the night you first met Ransom to help him with his obvious drinking problem but to no avail. And now you see why your solutions to his problems never worked, it was because despite his constant complaining about said problems, he loves having just a tiny bit of conflict in his life. Mostly with his good for nothing family who only treat him like dirt. But he gives as good as he gets, always has and always will.

“I was just out with Harvey” the way his shoulders move up as he shrugs only seems to bother you all the more. His lack of care for his actions have always created issues for your relationship but this takes the cake.

To some, your pouty and bratty behaviour may seem pathetic and unnecessary, but to you it’s more than him missing dinner. It’s about the fact that he always seems to let you down, over and over.

“Oh so you prefer his company over mine then? Because i made us a lovely meal so that we could eat together after a week of not being able to and this is the thanks i get? For my so called boyfriend to be swanning off with the master of one night stands” your voice is low, your stare dark and angry, your stance even more so and he can definitely see how badly he’s fucked up.

However, if you know Ransom well enough, then you can certainly see his change in attitude coming a mile off.

“You’d better watch your fucking mouth” he barks, his finger pointed directly in your face as he stalks closer to you. You find yourself stepping back, intimidation controlling you.

“Or what? You gonna make me? Judging by the way you’ve been acting you don’t have a leg to stand on” you say matter of factly as you shake your head in disgust at his nerve. How dare he boss you around when he’s the one who’s been out of line all this time.

“Maybe i will” he pokes his chin out as he stands tall, hands by his sides. He looks awfully confident as he inches closer. His index finger slips underneath your chin as he forces you to look directly into his menacing eyes.

You feel your breath catch in this moment. The knowledge of him doing whatever he wants to do to you just because he can is causing your entire body to shiver with anticipation. Despite how he makes you feel sometimes, you’re a sucker for him and everything he does.

He says jump, you say how high.

“What?” you murmur, wanting him to use his words just like he always makes you do.

“I said, maybe i will make you. Bet you’d love that, slut” you wince at the horrid nickname. It’s moments like these when you always try your hardest to avoid thinking about how his degradation of you makes you feel, your mind is objecting but your body is giving him the green light.

How is that?

How does he always manage to do that?

Must be some kind of mind control as you absentmindedly follow him through to the kitchen, his hand barely holding onto your own.

Before you can even make sense of things, he pushes you over the kitchen counter forcefully.

His hands splay across your ass cheeks as he lifts your dress up, bunching it at your waist before yanking your ruined panties down your bare legs. Next thing you know his fingers are toying at your dripping wet hole.

“Would ya look at this...you can try all you like to act up sweetheart, but you and i both know why this cunt of yours is soaked”

There he goes again, spewing filth to get you to give up the jig. You know you have to remain strong and stable but it’s so hard to do that when he....wait! Is he inserting his fingers? Fuck, they are so thick inside of you and two already? He must be a mind reader to know how this makes you feel, he must know what gets you keening because now here you are pushing back on them like a needy little brat.

“Pushing back on my fingers already? How pathetic” he tuts, his tone mocking as he chuckles a little. Still, his fingers remain as they twist and turn inside of you, scissoring you open before he adds a third.

Fuck, this is delicious torture. The man you’re supposed to be mad at but you can’t bring yourself to be when he makes your body feel so good.

The undeniable and powerful pleasure that he provides is just too good to quit. You could never let him go even if you actively tried to which by the way, you’ve attempted it a hundred times at least.

But every time you try he just lures you back in with his sexual prowess, his high libido and those dashing good looks. His sweet talk isn’t too bad either.

When will you ever learn to strengthen yourself up and walk away? Because he’s never going to change but oh shit, the way he’s pumping his fingers in and out rapidly is enough to cause the coil in your stomach to tighten one last time.

You move to meet his fingers, hips gyrating in circular motions slowly as you reach your hand between your legs.

Of course he pushes you hand away, insisting on using his own. His thumb presses down on your pulsating clit and the breathy groans that are escaping him let you know that he can sense your impending orgasm.

“Come on, baby. Cum for daddy” he urges, rubbing firm circles on you clit as his fingers curl inside of you, pushing against that spongy spot deep within. The one that will have you seeing stars in, 3...2...1.

“FUCK RANSOM” you scream out, hands gripping the kitchen counter so hard that it turns your knuckles white, his fingers continue to drive into you over and over as he rides you through your intense high.

“That’s my girl, just like that. Let go, baby” you can hear the smirk in his voice, the smugness he feels knowing that yet again he’s prevented you from walking away.

He’s convinced you to stay just by pleasuring you with his filthy touch, his sinful thick digits.

You may be weak, but with a man this good, a man capable of making your pretty little pussy cum over and over, why would you want to be anything else?

As soon as you come down from the high, you stand up, straightening your posture as you turn around to face him. The proud look covering his face lets you know that it’s all a game to him.

You pull your dress back down so that it’s covering up your modesty before pulling your panties up.

“What’s wrong, sad eyes?” he pokes, his hands resting either side of the counter, caging you in.

“You know what. You can’t just keep using sex to keep me around, Ransom” you huff in defeat, bothered by your lack of strong will.

“Sure i can, and what’s more, you’re gonna enjoy it too” he raises his eyebrows as he spins you back around, keeping your back arched by yanking your head backwards.

Every inch of your skin turns to gooseflesh as he trails his finger down the curve of your back before reaching your tail bone and pushing your dress up. He undoes the belt around his slacks before popping open the button and slipping them down along with his boxers, freeing his erection from its tight confines.

He slips your arousal covered panties to the side before smothering his eager red tip in your mouth watering pussy juices. Once he catches on your entrance he slams inside of you, but before you can jerk forward he hooks his arm into both of yours as he holds them behind you firmly.

You can never leave him, even if you truly wanted to, you’re stuck in an ongoing loop of orgasms and rough sex.

A frantic whimper slips off your tongue as his pace now renders on animalistic, hard and fast, just the way you both like it.

Of course the real pleasure comes from the slow and hard thrusts, the ones where he gently pokes at your g spot as he lays on top of you. Your legs wrapped around him, his face in the crook of your neck. But now is not the time for gentle and slow, now is the time for rushed and needy.

He’s desperate to achieve that orgasm just as much as he is to provide one for you. To feel your legs shaking as your head lulls back to rest on his chest, eyes rolling to the back of your head, it’s something he can never and will never get enough of. The way your walls are clamping down on him right now should be illegal as he can feel his balls tighten with the impending release.

“Fuck. Keep tightening those walls baby, let yourself go. Just. One. Last. Time” his voice desperate as his breathing turns ragged, matching yours. Your chest starts to rise and fall before your head falls back to rest on his chest just like he loves. He can feel your entire body tremble in his hold as he loosens his grip and pushes you over the counter.

“Gonna fucking cum, deep inside of this pussy. Gonna fill you up with my cum, baby” he growls, his voice deeper than before. He’s so painfully close, as are you.

And as you flutter around him one last time, he spills his load inside of you, causing you to stand up onto your tip toes with your head pressed into the marble counter.

He paints your walls with thick white ropes before twitching as he slows down his thrusts, then he stills his hips.

All that can be heard in this kitchen is heavy panting before the sound of your pussy squelching as he pulls out distracts you. He pulls his slacks back up, making quick work of his zip, button and belt whilst you toss your panties into the hamper by the laundry room and pull your dress back down before heading up to your bedroom.

New panties are a must.

“Now do you get it?” he asks, leaning on the open doorway to your room and causing you to turn and face him once your fresh panties are on.

“Get what?”

“Your mine and you always will be, until i say otherwise” he states, shocking you.

“I’m not your property, Ransom”

“Oh but you are, those soaked panties in that hamper prove it. So get used to it, because you’re never leaving me, especially not now”

You’re well and truly fucked... held captive by his intoxicating smell, intimidating demeanour and his undeniable skills in the bedroom.

Guess you should have known from the day you first met Hugh Ransom Drysdale that you’d never make it out alive if you were to run.

But the real question is, do you even want to leave him? He’s everything you detest but still you stay and continue to crave more of him.

And the answer to that question would be no, no you wouldn't want to leave.

He may be a prick, an arrogant asshole and a cocky son of a bitch but he is an addiction...your filthy addiction, and you wouldn’t have it or him any other way.

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nanatsumu · 3 years

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HIGH SCHOOL!SUKUNA x F!READER

thinking about bad boy itadori sukuna who all the kids at school try to steer clear from because they know he’s bad news and if you get involved with him then you’re bound to be tied with bad luck for as long as he lives. well, that is everyone except for the president of the student council who so happens to be his childhood best friend turned lover.

this is mostly written for my own self indulgence and to project my fantasies of having a boyfriend onto sukuna but feel free to treat this as any other headcanon! ps i am pretty sure canon sukuna would kill a baby at any given situation, but this is going to be a revamped version of sukuna written by yours truly ;) and its a high school au so sukuna won’t be a complete menace to society and will actually have a heart heh

also i didn’t realize how long this was going to be??? this is kind of all over place too because i just wanted to throw all of my thoughts onto this post so there might be some plot holes in this LOL

i feel like sukuna would be the type of bad boy who isn’t necessarily a bad boy but everyone at school just paints him as some kind of delinquent because of all the tattoos and piercings he has.

he actually shows up to school more often than you think he would (but that’s only because you’re in most of his classes so long story short: you’re his only motivation for attending class)

“forgets” to bring his work books to class more than usual (in reality he does this on purpose so he has an excuse to be near you) so he requests to sit next to you the entire class period so he can share with you for the meantime but whenever the teachers not looking he’ll go back to admiring your face.

his older twin brother, itadori yuji, is very fond of you since you three grew up together and you both had your chances of being a victim to his antics!

exhibit a: in middle school when you and yuji were watching tv together, the show you two were watching would keep switching to some wrestling match broadcasting on a sports channel and no matter how many times you turned the tv on and off, it just would not stop. but it wasn’t until you heard snickering from the kitchen that you realized sukuna had a spare remote and was the mastermind behind the whole thing.

exhibit b: sukuna and yuji’s mom was the owner of a bakery so every now and then she would have either one of the twins come deliver freshly baked pastries to your household! oh how wrong was she to trust her youngest. sukuna was now a freshman in high school, and by now you would’ve thought that sukuna would have grown out of his childish phase, but WRONG! sukuna was still a menace in your life even past childhood. so when you bit into one of the macaroons, instead of being hit with the overwhelming taste of [favorite flavor], all you could feel was the burning sensation of wasabi kicking into your tastebuds.

yeah after the whole wasabi macaroon freak accident, you stopped accepting everything sukuna offered to you and opted to only eating pastries out of the boxes that yuji delivered to you. (sukuna eventually caught onto this and was just TEENSY bit upset but he would rather down a whole tube of wasabi than to tell you upfront)

now, how did you two even end up dating??? oh boy now that is a story

you see, yours and sukuna’s dynamic growing up was similar to that of tom and jerry’s— you being jerry and sukuna being 10x worse than tom of course

but it wasn’t until a confession after school behind the cherry blossom tree that was known for bringing good luck to successful confessions that sukuna finally realized that maybe he really did like you just a little lot bit

sukuna overheard the boy who was planning on confessing to you talking to his friend group about how “sweet and caring” you are (although sukuna could argue otherwise, you were a little brat. *LIKE HELLO?!&:&:& YOU WEREN’T THE ONE WHO ATE A MACAROON FILLED WASABI**) and obviously his ears perked up at the mention of your name. he grew up with you after all so naturally he would be interested in a conversation that revolved around you.

but then the boys started going on about how “you looked like an easy catch” and how “your body was bangin’!” yeah no, that’s where he drew the line. sure sukuna was an ass and talked shit about you most of the time (in his defense it wasn’t like he was doing it behind your back) but if he ever caught someone else talking about you like that then he would be sure to give them a hard time.

he hid behind one of the bushes near the cherry blossom tree while the boy was professing his love for you. funnily enough, for a moment sukuna forgot why he was originally there because he was too busy trying to stifle a laugh as he watched the boy stumble over his words.

“okay shows over” sukuna thought as the confession was reaching its conclusion, but just as he was about to step in and give the poor boy a piece of his mind, he stopped in his tracks when he heard you roaring with laughter.

“did you really think that i wouldn’t hear about what you and your friends said about me earlier? you’re really pathetic if you think any girl would be easy enough to fall to her knees for you because news flash! you’re a disgusting pig and you deserve to rot in hell for speaking about a girl’s worth like that.”

“it’s kind of sad too, i thought you were a nice boy and i probably would have given you a chance but it seems like you’re even worse than scum! damn it, to think there was somebody out there who’s even worse than sukuna.”

of course sukuna was not pleased to hear that last bit, but he did have a proud grin forming on his face as he watched the boy run away, flustered from your rejection and the embarrassment he was put through.

“sukuna i know you’re hiding behind the bush.”

“huh? i came here way before you got here, there’s no way you could have seen me.” he said as he stood up to his full height.

“well, your laughter isn’t exactly the quietest, plus i can spot that hair of yours from a mile away.”

lets just say, sukuna was glad you didn’t ask him what he was doing there because he wasn’t sure if he could spare the embarrassment of telling you that he was planning on ruining the confession.

after that whole fiasco happened, sukuna started to feel(!&:&::&) things

like he started to notice how you styled your hair differently one day and how you switched to a new perfume that smelled like spearmint (was that weird? for sukuna probably not. he just excuses it as being highly observant)

you weren’t dumb either, you had a feeling sukuna was there that day of the confession because he too had overheard the conversation between the boy and his friends as well (you knew he was prideful and if you brought it up then he probably would’ve denied it)

so from there on out it was just mutual pining at the point except... well.... not really??

i feel like it was just an unspoken agreement between you two that you guys were “together” but not “together together” because he started to treat you differently than he would before. like for example, he’d carry your bag for you whenever you guys would walk home (yuji was confused by this at first because if anything, it would have made more sense to see sukuna make you carry HIS bag, but he eventually caught on to sukuna’s feelings for you because they were twin brothers after all), he started walking you to class more often even though his class was all the way on the other side of the school (you asked him why but he just shrugged and said he was just “killing time” so that he wouldn’t have to go to class and then you ended up scolding him), and there was also that one time you miraculously found a $20 bill in your backpack after mentioning to sukuna that there was this cute top you saw at the mall the other day but didn’t have enough money at the time to purchase it (you asked him about this but he said it was probably yuji, but you didn’t want to pry any further since you wanted to cherish the fact that sukuna cared that much)

but eventually you got sick of this whole push and pull game that you physically had to tug the collar of his school uniform and pull him in for a kiss (he was visibly shocked at this because he never would’ve imagined you as the assertive type. not that he was complaining though)

“oya? didn’t think you liked me this much kitten.” he said laughing while you rolled your eyes.

“as if, i got tired of you being a wuss so one of us had to wear the pants in the relationship.” you snorted, causing him to irk.

to be honest, your relationship with him is smooth sailing because you both were pretty chill people and you didn’t have to worry about him sneaking behind your back to see other girls because 1. literally all the girls at school are terrified of him and 2. he knew what you were capable of doing to him if you were to ever catch him cheating on you so he wants to stay on your good side

jealous and possessive don’t exist in his dictionary because he is the epitome of those two words. remember what i said about how your relationship is smooth sailing? i kinda lied.

he’s easily jealous like for example: when you were in english class and the teacher had you guys jot down some notes, you realized you forgot to ask for your pencil back when you lent it to your friend last period.

so you asked sukuna to borrow a pencil but instead of giving you a pencil, he called you an idiot for being so forgetful.

this makes you mad so you turn to your male classmate since he was sitting on your opposite side and ask him for a pencil instead.

sukuna was practically fuming the entire class period and once the day ended and you two were back at your place, he made sure to mark you real good. (oh he also went out to buy a pack of mechanical pencils to sneak into your backpack so that next time you forget your pencils, you’ll have 10 extra pencils sitting in your backpack as backup)

he’s not a big fan of pda in public, but on the chances he will show some of it, the most he will do is wrap an arm around your shoulder or waist whenever some dude is trying to hit on you.

BUT IN PRIVATE? better buckle up because your in for a ride wink wink

really likes putting hickeys on you to a fault! but will never put any visible ones on your neck because he doesn’t want your parents to view him as some kind of animal (but he has nothing to worry about because your parents really like him and are grateful for the fact that he’s very loyal to you, and you guys grew up together so it’s only natural that your parents are accepting of him since they already know he has a good heart underneath that tough facade of his)

oh, and yuji starts learning how to knock whenever you come over (or shuts himself in his room for the meantime if he thinks it’s unsafe to step out of his room) because chances are, you’re probably making out with sukuna in his room or smth.

now onto the spicy stuff

when you and sukuna first started dating, the first thing you told him was that you weren’t ready to have sex yet because you were nervous and sukuna understood and told you that he was willing to wait for whenever you were ready.

but when you were ready though, it was kind of spontaneous and you weren’t even wearing a matching pair of bra and underwear that day

you two were chilling in your room watching some stupid (according to sukuna) animal documentary when suddenly you felt his hand on your thigh

dating sukuna and all, it was normal for him to have his hands on some part of your body (whether it be your thigh or your waist) while you two were in bed.

but you were feeling a bit bolder HORNEE than usual so you began to leave a hot trail of kisses starting from his jaw all the way down to his neck.

sukuna obviously got the memo but before those kisses could escalate into something more daring, he asked you once more if you were completely sure you wanted to do it and once you gave him the green light, he was quick to tug his shirt over his head and pounce on you.

he started getting really into it though and accidentally bit your thigh which made you loose your high and scold him for it, but he let out a hearty laugh and muttered a quick apology before getting back into business

sike i lied, remember what i said about it being spontaneous? yeah, you technically didn’t loose your virginity to him that day because after he finished prepping you, you both came to a realization that you didn’t have a condom.

oh well, there’s always next time!

i think sukuna is a sucker for pet names: his favorite thing to call you is either kitten or princess and that’s it LOL he finds calling you baby or babe is a bit too cheesy for him

but he likes it when you call him baby or babe ;)

date nights consist of either staying in and cuddling in his room, going out for a walk at night (but very very late though. there’s still lamp posts that guide your way through the streets but it gives you the heebie jeebies to be out walking outside so late. sukuna always reminds you that nothing bad will happen as long as he’s right by your side), or just spending time with you and your families.

but if you’re really down to do it, he’ll probably initiate a make out session that’ll lead to y’all fucking one way or another (he only ever does it if he is 100% sure that you’re feeling it because he knows you get easily embarrassed if he asks you straight up)

(this part is mainly written for me because i love the idea of sukuna being over at family functions, but it can be applied as part of the general hc heh) if you took him to any of your family functions as your plus one for the first time, all the aunts and uncles would be a bit wary of him at first due to all of the tattoos and piercings he has (sukuna swears he has never felt so self conscious before) but after they strike up a conversation with him and find out that he’s actually a good guy who knows what he wants to do in the future and is very loyal to you, they start to like him more.

your little cousins adore him and love it when he comes over because sukuna is a very tall high schooler which makes him the perfect candidate as a monkey bar

so when you noticed that all the little ones started to climb on his body and mess around with his hair, you were quick to react because you knew your boyfriend was easily irritable which prompted you to think he hated kids

but there was nothing to worry about because when you saw him playing around with them and even crack a smile, you felt your heart grow fuzzy at the sight and you knew right then and there that you wanted to stick by sukuna’s side for the rest of your life

and in the unfortunate circumstances that sukuna is too busy to make it to one of your functions, the first thing everyone asks is “where’s your boyfriend?” or “where’s ‘kuna? i wanna play with him!”

so you have to facetime him and let him know that everyone is wondering where he is (your phone is dead by the end of the night because after the adults get their turn at saying hi to your boyfriend, the kids snatch your phone and end up talking to him for the rest of the night)

but in conclusion, everyone is waiting for the day he gets on one knee to propose to you and your parents are itching to get to get call sukuna their son-in-law :))

also don’t forget that your parents want two grandchildren: one boy and one girl!

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Cursed Fears (pt 2)

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Smut

Word Count: 3703

Warnings: NSFW 18+, Aged up Megumi, mentions of violence, character death, swearing, use of female pronouns and anatomy, angst, slight praise kink, oral sex (f. receiving) Minors DNI.

Author Note: This is a sequel but it can be read as a stand-alone. pt 1 is up on my blog and pt 3 will be posted soon.

Megumi’s POV

Everything was dark and the smell of blood was overwhelming. I couldn’t tell where I was exactly, I knew I was in the domain of a special grade but I was sure I had gone home to y/n. Nobara, Yuji, and I had exorcised a second-grade curse and had called it a night. So where did this domain come from? How did I get here? I could swear I could hear thunder crack every now and then, but I can’t even remember if there was a storm when I was here with Yuji and Nobara. Where was Gojo when I needed him? I stumbled through the darkness blindly before I was met with a sight that made my heart drop.

Sukuna sat lazily on his throne, his red eyes trained on me in a predatory glare, sharp nails tapping impatiently on his temple. “It's about time you showed up, I thought I was going to have my fun without you. Now that you’re here, we can continue.” Sukuna’s mouth pulled into a sinister grin as I stared at the limp figure at the foot of his throne.

“Y/n…” her name came out as barely a whisper, my throat felt like it was closing up. She was at home studying for her statistics class, I know she was. I shook my head violently before pressing the heels of my hands to my eyes. This isn’t real.

“What’s wrong little sorcerer? Not feeling so tough anymore are you? You were so confident you could take me on earlier, so come on, take her back. Until you do I may have to play with her a little bit more, show her that she was never safe from me.” Sukuna reached down and pulled her unconscious body up into his lap. He held her jaw with one hand and turned her face so I could see. I wanted to scream at him not to touch her, or to hurt me instead, but nothing came out. Every part of my body was frozen in place at the sight of her tortured body. Sukuna could see me struggling in his domain and smirked down at me. He slowly dragged his mouth up her throat and to the shell of her ear. “Time to wake up princess, our guest is here.” Sukuna squeezed her throat at the same time he nipped her ear and her eyes flew open to immediately fall on me.

“No, please let her go.” The words finally came but I still couldn’t move. She looked so scared, the person I love most is in danger and I couldn’t do anything about it. I forced myself forward a single step but it felt like I was sinking into the ground. Why can’t I move? “I’ll do anything you want, but please don’t hurt her.”

“I told you what I wanted, I told you to come and get her. Show me just how strong you are.” Sukuna taunted. With a firm grip on my girlfriend's jaw and his other hand traveling down her body, Sukuna was in complete control. I know I can’t use cursed energy or shikigami here or I would risk her becoming collateral damage, but I couldn’t stand still and do nothing.

“‘Gumi, help me.” Her voice was shaking, her entire body trembling. I wanted nothing more than to whisk her away to safety. Her eyes squeezed shut as Sukunas mouth attacked her neck and left dark bruises in its wake.

“Time’s running out kid, I’m starting to get bored.” Sukuna’s free hand began to snake over her legs, dragging his razor-sharp nails over the soft skin there, leaving angry red scratches behind. Tears began to fall freely from her eyes and I tried to force myself forward again to no avail. Whimpers and cries for help begin to fall from her lips faster, and god I feel like I’m in hell. All I can do is watch as she cries out in fear, heart cracking at every sound she makes. Finally, she says something that makes me feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest

“You did this to me, this is your fault.” My body felt numb at the sound of her broken words. All I can do is shake my head and beg, beg Sukuna for mercy, and beg her for forgiveness.

“Baby it’ll be okay, you’ll be okay. I’m so sorry.”

“You said you would protect me, why did you do this to me?”

“I’m sorry, I’m gonna get you out of here. Please believe me, my love.” I was on my knees before the king of curses now. So close I could pick up on her perfume that smells sickly sweet of roses, but the smell I adore so much was tainted with something else now.

Sukuna clicked his tongue and shook his head. “You know better than to make promises you can’t keep, right?” My whole body was shaking with fear and rage at the curse, but all I could do was bargain.

“Please, I swear I will do anything, just let her go.” I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her, pleading to just see her leave here alive. Sukuna’s nails dug deeper into her throat, drawing blood as it trickled down her neck and chest in small streams.

“I think I’d rather punish you and the brat for trapping me in this vessel. You get to watch as I kill her, and then I’ll switch out with him so he can see what he’s done.” Sukuna leaned down to face me. “This is what happens when self-righteous sorcerers need to learn their place, so don’t blame me for what happens next.”

Fear shot through my entire body at those words. I couldn’t help but scream loudly as Sukuna jerked her head and a loud, sickening crack filled my ears.

I shot straight up in bed as a crack of thunder rumbled through the apartment. My eyes were unfocused as I dragged myself towards the bathroom and a wave of nausea washed over me. I barely made it to the toilet before I was vomiting into it. My knees burned from where they hit the tile but all I can think about was the sound of her whimpers and begs for help ringing in my ears. I was vaguely aware of the shirt sticking to me with sweat as I tried to control my erratic breathing. Thunder cracked again, sounding eerily like the way her neck snapped in my nightmare and I was retching again.

The cycle continued for what felt like hours until I was left coughing and dry heaving. As the panic started to ebb away I noticed the presence of my girlfriend on the floor behind me, running her hands soothingly over my back, and lightly pressing her thumbs into my spine. She had her knees on either side of my waist and was resting her head between my shoulder blades. I reached up to flush the toilet before gently squeezing her knee to let her know I was okay. She wordlessly pulled my sweaty shirt over my head to let the cool air hit my back before lifting herself off of the floor and out of the bathroom.

I shifted my body so I could press my forehead against the hard plastic of the bathtub. After a couple minutes, she handed me a bottle of water and pressed a cold, damp cloth to the back of my neck. “I’m sorry I woke you up,” voice raspy from coughing and throwing up. This wasn’t the first time I had woken her with my nightmares, and I doubt it would be the last. She reclaims her spot on the floor behind me and continues rubbing my back.

“Don’t be sorry, I prefer to be woken up by you going to the bathroom than you throwing up in the bed anyway.” I can’t help but laugh at her teasing and we could both feel the unease begin to fade.

“Yeah, that's a good point. You’re too good to me, you know that?” I moved so that I was leaning back against her chest and she wrapped her arms around my shoulders protectively.

“Nope, I refuse to accept that statement because we are the perfect amount of goodness to each other.” I tilted my head back to rest it on her shoulder before pressing a quick kiss to her neck. I couldn’t help but wonder how I was lucky enough for Nobara to introduce the two of us. It was in the small, intimate moments like these that I knew I would happily go to my grave protecting her.

Reader’s POV

“Okay you know the drill,” you said to him as you held out your hands expectantly. He smiled as he placed both his hands in yours, palm up. You pressed one of his hands to your chest and the other to his so he could feel both of your heartbeats under his fingertips. The first time you did this he scoffed at how cheesy it was, but over the two years of living together, it became common practice for when he was trying to calm down after a nightmare. You didn’t like to press him about the horrors that plagued his dreams, knowing how reserved he was with his emotions, so you found your own ways to comfort him.

“See, we’re both okay. Do you wanna get up to go lay back down or do you need a second?” He shook his head and pulled himself up to sit in front of you again.

“No, I’m okay, but can we do the other thing too?” he asked sheepishly. He turned pleading eyes towards you, and how could you refuse him when he asked so nicely.

“Of course, whatever you need. You or me?”

He took a shuddering breath before whispering “you” so softly you almost didn’t hear it. Your shoulders slumped as that one word told you everything you needed to know. The other practice that became a common occurrence after his chronic nightmares was kissing the other person's phantom injuries. More often than not it was him kissing you, as you were usually the object of his nightmares, like tonight. He liked being able to physically see and feel that the wounds inflicted on you were in fact not real. This nighttime routine often led to some heavy makeout sessions, which then led to very soft and intimate sex.

“Okay baby,” You stand up and move to sit on the side of the bed while he brushes his teeth quickly to get rid of the gross taste in his mouth. While you wait, you find yourself tugging at the bottom of your shorts self-consciously as you shiver in anticipation. After a moment your boyfriend waltzed out of the bathroom and rested his hands on either side of your waist. He bent his head to capture your lips in a slow kiss. His tongue swipes at your bottom lip, silently asking permission to deepen the kiss and you happily oblige him. Your mouths move in a small fight for dominance but a firm hand on your thigh has him easily winning. Your hands trailed up to rest on his shoulders as he took your bottom lip between his teeth and bit down gently.

You gasp softly into his mouth and he brings one hand up to rest at the nape of your neck as he cradles your head protectively. He draws his lips down the side of your jaw, paying special attention to the spot behind your ear that never fails to have you melting into his hands. You tilt your head to give him better access to your throat, allowing him to deliver individual kisses to the spots where you likely had been hurt.

In a swift, fluid motion, he is pulling your tank top off of you and trailing sloppy kisses down your chest and stomach. You lean back onto your elbows as he runs his hands over your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You let out a shaky breath as he begins to kiss his way up the inside of your legs. “Just relax baby. I’m gonna take care of you.” He punctuated each word with a kiss or nip to the inside of your thighs, and you could feel the arousal pool at the pit of your stomach.

You forced yourself to make eye contact just in time to see a devious smirk grace his features. Before you could question it he is yanking down your shorts and blowing cool air onto your core. You yelp and instinctively try to snap your knees shut. He chuckles lowly to himself before tossing your shorts somewhere behind him. He brings his face back between your thighs to lick a long, hot stripe up your core. You gasp loudly and let your arms give out behind you. He reaches one hand up to where you are clawing at the sheets to intertwine your fingers together.

“My pretty baby is already so worked up and I’ve barely touched you. What a good girl.” He lowers himself back down to lap up the arousal dripping onto your legs before sucking your clit into his mouth. You arch into him and groan loudly which prompts him to hum triumphantly around the bundle of nerves. He moves his free hand down to expertly curl two fingers into you and starts pumping in and out at a steady pace. After a few pumps of his hand, he curls his fingers to find the spot inside you that has you seeing stars.

The combination of his mouth and fingers working you is dizzying and you can feel it pushing you closer to the edge of your climax. He could feel how close you were and began to move with more purpose, determined to make you cum more than once in the night. With the hand that isn’t intertwined with his, you reach down to tangle in his soft hair. “Wait, I- oh shit- I’m gonna cum.”

He removes the hand that was holding yours from you and brings his thumb down to rub circles into your sensitive clit. “Come on baby, I got you. You can cum for me.” He moves his mouth to rejoin his fingers at your slit to bring you closer to your high. A particularly hard press of his thumb has you crying out in pleasure and grinding desperately against his face. He removes his fingers from you and replaces them with his tongue to help you ride out your high. He greedily drinks up your release until you are weakly nudging him away.

“Do you want me to stop?” He looked up at you innocently, which was contradicting when you remembered the things he was doing mere seconds prior.

“No, I just want to feel more of you.” You could feel a hot blush creep up your body at the realization that he was still halfway clothed, while you laid completely naked in front of him. His brain seemed to process this at the same time because he was quickly ridding himself of his sweatpants and grey boxers.

His hard cock thumps softly against his toned stomach when he stood again and you were having a hard time not staring at the man in front of you. He wasn’t bulky, but the muscles that rippled underneath taut skin were nothing to sneeze at. He glanced up and caught your stare, and returned it with a cocky smirk. “See something you like?”

“I sure do,” you flashed an innocent smile as you sat up and palmed his erection. He gasped at your sudden boldness and leaned onto the bed for support. At this proximity, you were able to tug his earlobe between your teeth and bite down gently. “Please baby, I want you so bad.” Those words snap him back into action and he’s crashing his lips against yours again.

He moves you back up the bed and crawls over your body. He braces his forearms on either side of your head and experimentally grinds his hip against yours. You let out a soft “please” that comes out whinier than you intend. You lean your face up to give him a soft kiss before he reaches down to line himself up with you and slowly presses the tip inside. He shallowly thrusts to slowly work into you, mumbling praises against your skin as he moves deeper.

You can’t help but wince at the stretch his cock always brings you, which would border on outright painful if he didn’t feel so good. Your head falls back against the bed, clawing at his back to try to find something to ground yourself. He glances down to where he is buried deep inside you before pressing his forehead to yours. “I know sweetheart, it's almost there. You’re- fuck- doing so good for me,” he reassures as he presses a soothing kiss to your temple.

When he finally bottoms out he stills his hips to let you get comfortable and adjust to him. He takes this opportunity to pepper your face and chest in kisses and returns one of his hands to your neck where it cradles your head. You bring one of your hands to his hair to tug gently before rolling your hips against him, eliciting a breathy moan from him. “You can move baby, I’m okay.”

He nods and gives a couple of slower thrusts before setting a steady pace. He opted for slower deep strokes which made you feel every inch of him as he thrust into you. His thrusts have his cock brushing all the right spots inside you, and all you can do is gasp and moan for him while clinging to his shoulders. “Megumi, please,” you aren’t even sure what you were asking for. The pleasure has your head spinning and unable to make complete thoughts.

You can tell he is getting closer to his own climax because his thrusts are getting progressively faster and he is getting more vocal. “God, baby you’re taking me so well.” He hooks one of your legs around his waist and the new angle lets him hit your sweet spot with every roll of his hips. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you feel another climax approaching, and Megumi picks up his pace again.

“Is my pretty girl gonna cum for me again?” You bury your face into his shoulder and nod. He moves one of his hands to play with your clit to push you over the edge. You arch into him and let out a strangled moan as your orgasm washes over you. You’re sure you’re leaving deep scratches across his back as you grip him tighter. His hips stutter as you clench around him and he gives a few more sloppy thrusts before he’s cumming too with a loud groan. He unconsciously rocks into you lazily as you both come down from your highs.

“Are you okay baby?” He kisses your forehead and strokes your side to try and bring you back to reality. You nod again, not quite trusting your voice yet. He chuckles and slowly pulls out to not overstimulate you. You squirm at the uncomfortable stickiness between your legs but he’s already moving to the bathroom to grab stuff to clean you up.

When he comes back out he runs a warm cloth along the inside of your thighs and quickly over your center, which has you wincing at the sensitivity. When he's done he pulls out a pair of your pajama shorts and one of his loose shirts for you to wear. He helps you slip the clothes on and tugs his boxers back up before climbing back into bed with you.

You stand up to crack open the window next to the bed before laying with your back against his chest. The cool air from the rain seeps into the room and he mutters a “thank you” into your shoulder, surprised that you remember he runs hot for the rest of the night when he has a nightmare.

The clock on the bedside table shows that it's about 5:30 in the morning, so you estimate that he woke up roughly at 4. “Do you feel okay enough to go back to sleep?” You feel him shrug behind you and you scoot closer to him, pulling one of his arms over your waist to lace your fingers together.

“I don’t know. I should but…” you hear his voice trail off and nod in understanding. He always has a hard time falling back asleep on nights like these. He warned you about his chronic nightmares shortly before moving in together and confessed that he’s had them since he started high school at Jujustu Tech. However, you take small comfort in the knowledge that since living together they’ve gotten less frequent, and his reactions to them have become far less violent.

“Will you feel better if one of your shikigami sleeps in here? Just so you know that nothing will happen.” He considers it for a minute before tugging his hand out of yours, circling his other arm around your waist, and folding his hands to summon his divine dog. Its head pokes out of the shadows under the window. You pat the empty spot on the bed and it jumps up excitedly before laying down and letting you scratch behind its ears.

Megumi chuckles behind you and shakes his head. “You just wanted the dog on the bed didn’t you?” He reaches over to ruffle its soft fur as it dozes off.

“Checkmate,” you crane your head to place a kiss on his cheek before settling back against him. “Now will you please try to go back to sleep? I don’t want to nag you but realistically you can’t function on only two hours of sleep.”

“I’ll try but I can’t make any promises you know.” He tucks his chin on top of your head and relaxes around you. You hum in acknowledgment before slowly drifting back to sleep.

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Headcanon: Let’s break up on the 30th of February

This work, 我们 2月30日号分手吧, was originally written by 君兮耶君兮 on Weibo, and she has given me permission to translate it 🌸

[ VICTOR ]

Every failed prank pulled on Victor has only served to embolden you. Once again, you’ve come up with an idea on how to challenge him.

“Victor. After giving it much thought, I've decided to break up with you on the 30th of February.” Exercising your acting skills, you bite your lower lip, standing before him with a pitiful expression. Your eyes are welling with tears as you pretend to be torn between reluctance and resoluteness.

“Mm,” Victor responds simply.

Without lifting his head, he circles some data on your proposal with a red pen, then draws a cross.

Hold on, why is this situation turning out different from what you imagined? Wasn’t he supposed to tug on your hand, begging you not to leave with reddened eyes? Turns out the television dramas lied!

You gripe, pinching his ear. “You actually responded with just a ‘mm’!”

“What else?” He creates some distance between himself and the desk, giving you more space to move. Resigned, he covers his hand over yours, rescuing his poor ear from your clutches.

“Do you not love me anymore? As expected, men don’t know how to treasure what they’ve obtained!” You lunge at him, and the chair swivels backwards along with this action. Fortunately, Victor holds you before you fall.

“Didn’t you say it yourself?” After keeping you steady, he brings you into his arms.

Enraged, you give him glare, climbing up from his body and giving him an angry stomp on the foot. “Who was the one who said he’d never leave me? Now that I want a break up, you aren’t even trying to make me stay.”

Victor’s brows scrunch up in pain. “Did you really think I wouldn’t know that the 30th of February doesn’t exist?”

Seeing that your plot has been unravelled, you chuckle in embarrassment. Trying to placate him, you nuzzle into his arms. “Heheh, Teacher Victor is really smart!”

He encircles his arm around your waist. As though he’s forgiving a playful child for the umpteenth time, he pinches your waist as a small punishment. “Since a certain someone doesn’t have sufficient IQ, I’ll have to make up for her absence of IQ.”

“Victor, there’s no need for personal attacks!

[ GAVIN ]

Having an off day from work, the two of you decide to stay at home instead of heading out.

He’s currently reading a book while you’re scrolling on your phone as usual. All of a sudden, you come across a pretty interesting prank, and decide to use it on Gavin. “Gavin, let’s break up on the 30th of February.

Gavin freezes, the arm around your shoulders loosening by quite a fair amount. He turns his head stiffly towards you, a dash of pain flashing in his dimming amber eyes. “Have you... thought it through?”

“I have. We’ll break up on the 30th of February.” You give him a nod of certainty.

Gavin retracts his right hand which was around you earlier. With his brows tightly knit, he speaks carefully, his tone filled with unease. “Then... before you find someone who can protect you, could I continue protecting you in the meantime?”

Oh my goodness, I forgot how honest this man could be.

“Gav, look at the calendar.” Knowing that you’ve gone too far, you hurriedly tap open the calendar app on your phone.

“I’m not looking! I know that it’s the 26th of February today, and there are four more days till the 30th.” Gavin cranes his neck away, pushing away the phone you’ve brought to him, tone slightly upset. If he had ears on the top of his head, they’d definitely be drooping.

“Why don’t you take another look?” Suppressing your laughter, you push the phone in front of him again.

“I don’t want to!” He squeezes his eyes shut. “You’re going to tell me that it’s a non-leap year, which means there’s a year and four days left. But a year passes by really quickly, and the 30th will arrive soon.”

Oh no, I’ve shocked this poor boy silly.

Not receiving a response from you even after a long time, Gavin opens his eyes to find that you’ve been rendered speechless. He lowers his head with a pout. “Am I wrong?”

With a sigh, you lift his head, giving him a gentle gaze as you explain. “Dear, it’s a non-leap year, but there are only 29 days in February even in a leap year. There will never be a 30th February, which is why I’ll never break up with you in this lifetime.”

“...”

Gavin blinks, reacting only after a long while. Reaching out to encase you back into his arms, his fluffy hair nuzzles the crook of your neck affectionately. “You gave me a scare. In compensation, go stargazing with me tonight.”

[ LUCIEN ]

The bathroom is always the easiest place for inspiration to strike.

“Lucien, I’ve made a decision. I’ll break up with you on the 30th of February.” Your expression is solemn as you step out of the bathroom, looking at Lucien as he reads a book.

The light in Lucien eyes dim, and he sets down the book. With a mellow tone, he asks, “Little Butterfly, are you serious?”

You nod, repeating yourself once more with the acting skills you’ve picked up from actors during filming. “I’m serious. We’ll break up on 30th February.”

Lucien pauses for a moment, then lowers his head in thought. The situation dawns on him, and he releases a sigh, casting you a resigned glance. Tugging on your hand so that you sit in front of the dressing table, he takes out the hair dryer and dries your hair slowly. “Sorry. Even though I know there won’t be a 30th February, I won’t agree to it.”

“Huh? Why not?” You turn your head, speaking loudly amid the whirring wind. “Since you’ve already figured it out, just play along with me!”

He pats your half-dried hair, then turns the hair dryer off. Then, he locates the styling brush and tidies your hair. “I don’t wish for us to be tainted by the term ‘break up’, even if the chances of that happening is zero.”

Lucien is indeed pretty sensitive when it comes to this matter. Realising this, you obediently sit still on the chair like an elementary school kid, leaving him to tidy your hair. “Okay okay, I was in the wrong. I won’t joke about such things next time. Also, I can promise that the butterfly will never leave her painter in this lifetime.”

“Good.” The corners of Lucien’s lips curl upwards, satisfied.

He picks up the hair dryer again. “Since you’ve admitted your mistake, your punishment will be to make me cream puffs, and accompany me to class tomorrow, in the capacity of a family member.”

[ KIRO ]

Once again catching Kiro red-handed as he steals your snacks, you grab a fistful of his hair angrily. “Kiro, since you’re always taking my snacks, I've decided to break up with you on the 30th of February!”

“Miss Chips, you saw that post too?” Kiro completely ignores the first half of your sentence. As though lacking even a shred of remorse, he places your favourite snack back in its original position, unable to hide it in time. He stands up obediently, the innocent expression on his face causing your anger to dissipate.

“Huh? You already know about it?”

“Of course. There’s nothing Kiro doesn’t know!” Being able to escape unscathed, Kiro’s imaginary tail wags in the air.

You roll your eyes, chasing him away from the snack cupboard. “Boring.”

“But Miss Chips, let’s not say such things in the future. I’ll admit that I was a little frightened earlier.” He lifts his hand, showing you a gap between his thumb and forefinger. “But just a little.”

“Really! Did I really scare you?” Pleasantly surprised, you turn around.

Kiro arches his brows in astonishment, then lowers his head as though upset. “Miss Chips, what’s with that excited expression?”

“Ever since we returned from the haunted house, I’ve always wanted to give you a fright, then snap photographs of your expression and make them into memes,” you laugh, taking out a small box from your pocket. Retrieving the lock from within, you clasp it onto the snack cupboard under Kiro’s shocked gaze.

“Miss Chips!!”

On that day, all the citizens within 10km distance had a discussion online about how they heard a man mimicking the voice of superstar Kiro, but his tone sounded so miserable that it was akin to a squealing pig awaiting its demise.

[ SHAW ]

After who knows how many times of facing Shaw’s mockery, you decide to give him a scare by employing a new prank you learnt on the web.

“Shaw, I’m ending our relationship as girlfriend and boyfriend on the 30th of February!”

Shaw’s eyes flit to you leisurely as he grabs the final chicken cutlet on the coffee table. Revealing a triumphant grin, he begs to be punched as he responds, “Pick another day. There won’t be a 30th February in your lifetime.”

???

Finding this incredulous, your eyes widen. “You little brat - you’re looking forward to the end of our relationship, aren't you?”

“I wouldn't say that I’m ‘looking forward’ to it, but it’s inevitable.”

He doesn’t explain further, licking the corners of his lips. Then, he takes a sip of mixed cola from your coke. The longer you watch him, the more enraged you are. It’s often said that people tend to lose their rationality when angry. Without much thought, the words in your head leap out of your mouth.

“Fine! Since you’re so certain, I’ll end this relationship with your annoying eggplant head today!”

“Sure.” Shaw feels around in his pocket.

You turn around to leave, never wanting to see this eggplant head ever again.

“Hey, wait.” He suddenly calls you. “I haven’t gotten my household register.”

Puzzled, you turn around with a glare. “A break up is just a break up. Why do you need your household register?”

Shaw stares at you as though he’s looking at a blockhead. “We’re ending our relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend, so isn’t the next step to start our relationship as husband and wife?”

At this stage, it’s difficult to remain angry. Yet, in order to preserve some dignity, you stutter and stammer, face flushed. “W-who even wants to start a relationship as husband and wife with you!”

“Who else but you?” Shaw digs through the drawer, retrieving both of your household registers. Grabbing your hand, he pulls you out of the house. “Let’s go and get a marriage license.”

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