#without worrying about when he has to leave again

[tojisteddy]

“Need a Vacation?”

or: Keegan P. Russ is feeling the effects of a terrible relationship and the bullshit around him…. Nothing his ex-fuck buddy couldn’t fix.

cw: 18+ mdni, 3.2k words, smut with plot, modern AU, morally gray! reader, ex-fuck buddy! Reader, cheating (? On Keegan’s end), childhood friends!reader, kinda toxic, reader! has tattoos, p in v, unprotected sex, parental issues, car sex, angry sex, reverse cowgirl, backshots, a bit of overstim, Keegs! talks you through it, pussy slapping.

a/n: inspo I Know by Big Sean ft Jhene Aiko

You were a temptress at heart.

Had people swooning for you just from the flutter of your long lashes.

Keegan knew that from the way you so sweetly asked the other neighborhood boys to do your choirs and they did it, got exactly what you wanted by playing nice—

He never thought it would fester into— this.

Charisma out the wazoo, an enchanting smile and voice, beauty that could match no other in that damned town you two used to swear was cursed. A place you two both said you’d get out of.

Only Keegan left.

You were unmoving, and maybe it was the things or the people keeping you there. But that little town full of hillbillies and old people and trailer homes, was what you knew best. You had eyes that could read prey so easily, get what you want and leave, and maybe Keegan was one one of them. He never knew when it came to you.

The waters that you were, changed as you got older, the man didn’t know if he was in the shallow, the deep end or getting sucked up in a whirlpool. But he couldn’t help but follow you, lost in you, a siren call.

Friends to fuck buddies was never a good idea.

It changes everything. No matter how hard you try to ignore it. Maybe it was Keegan’s first girlfriend that lasted more than half a year that everything moved so fast. Too fast for Keegan’s liking. Parents suddenly MIA, so he clung onto his girlfriend at the time— Carmen— you didn’t like her.

Not one bit.

But you weren’t rude to her, put on that charming smile, let her play freely in your field, till she made a wrong move and you stuck your fangs into her, sharp. Let the venom seep into her so she ran away.

Leaving you and Keegan alone, again.

But things change, your first heartbreak changes you, and then you suddenly get sent off to another country for a year. You try to fix the mistake of not speaking properly, call the girl who you loved— romantically? platonically?— Keegan just knew he loved you. But it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough to just leave you behind without a word.

You fought like two tigers on a two hour call, you were supposed to be on work break, him on a base hundreds of miles away in a different country— leaving nothing but blood on each other's mouths, scars that would take time to heal.

Thank God for distance.

But one year turns into two, two turns into three— five years pass for Keegan to come back into town.

Not for you, not for his friends, not to reminisce— to see if anything was left of his parents. They’re not dead, they call his phone from random numbers sporadically. That they’re in Mexico, or was it Switzerland the last time they called?

Somewhere that they didn’t let him call back when he was on a mission. Not voice mail either.

It bothered him to his core. Festered and festered, and created a hole of longing in a part of his heart. So he came back, said hello to some old friends— people who weren’t you— old neighbors. Asked around about his parents and why they ditched him but got left with shrugs and worry if Keegan was okay with not seeing them for long.

He didn’t answer that part, just gave a pained smile.

Empty handed, he led himself to that bar in town— by a new name in new lights and decorations. Different drunkards hung around, middle aged men and women hanging around drinking to ease the middle of the work week.

And then, like it couldn't get any better worse, there you stood. In all your glory, curls around your face, brown eyes showing through the dim and l.e.d signs, jeans hugging you perfectly, an off the shoulder, sleeveless blouse, orange and pink, your tattoos peeking through the material with every movement. It was perfect on you, a complete contrast from the regular work attire almost everyone in the bar was wearing.

You were shaking your head at something, the smallest smile on your plump lips, and your eyes wandered. You mumbled to your friends you’d be back, walking over to wear the slightly older man stood.

“Look at what the cat dragged in! Didn’t know cunts came here.” You practically sing, but you’re leering. You could hold a mean grudge.

So could Keegan.

“Didn’t know shitty brats hung around here either, guess we’re one in the same.” He hums, taking a swing of his bourbon.

“Nice one Keegs,” you scuff, “So very nice.”

His eyes are stuck on you, maybe it was you using that nickname— when’s the last time he heard that?

You pat your hands on the bar like a drum as you take a seat on the stool beside him, “How is she?”

He blinks once, twice, getting himself out of the daze that you had him in. Gorgeous girl, even sexier with time.

“Who?”

“The girl that I saw you posted not too long ago.”

Of course you fucking saw that. Despite not talking for so long you still followed each other on social media, naturally. ‘Just in case’ kind of thing. ‘just in case’ never came.

Just randomly liked posts from the both of you.

So yeah, maybe he did see you on the back of a couple peoples dirt bikes, and you snogging a couple men, that boyfriend who lasted all but a month. Did Russ hate it?

Not the question he’ll answer tonight. Let’s go back to the original question.

The girl he posted— was his girlfriend. Or ex-girlfriend. Or girlfriend in waiting.

They were on a “break.”

Much needed, Keegan was tired of the fighting, didn’t care for subliminal messages, the interrogations after being stuck at work till 10 pm, jealousy.

Couldn’t stand when someone wasn’t direct with what they wanted out.

“We’re having a disagreement of sorts.”

You give him a confused look but give him a smile, waving over the bartender, you click your tongue, “Right, right. ‘F course.” You nod, but you read between the lines.

Same situation, different fucking trick.

“What about you? There’s always someone playing hookie with you.”

Hell, that was your fucking problem.

Loved the chase, the adrenaline until they asked for too much. Feelings, romance, it left a sour taste in your mouth.

Because the man you wanted, the man beside you, didn’t choose you.

You were over though, right? It was a silly little crush.

This was just friendly conversation.

“I’m taking a break for right now,” you decide, your finger goes around the rim of the new cocktail glass the bartender sat down in front of you.

“Been out dancin though, always out fuckin dancin.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Keegan amused, when you two used to sneak into clubs and college parties, you danced like it’d be your last night on earth. Tipsy or not, it was like some form of worship for you. Leave whatever bullshit you had right on the floor. And Keegan, absolutely adored you for it. Could watch you swish your hips all night, drag him on the dance floor for a dance or two. It was fun together. You two against the world.

You inhale, “What about Alex, you heard from him?” You ask, lips dancing.

Alex- or Ajax- was another childhood friend between you two. You weren’t as close to him, but Keegan and Alex were best friends.

“He’s still on my ass about every-fucking-thing, gossipy little shit,” Keegs groans playfully and you giggle.

“Some things never change.”

The night is a breeze after that, maybe one drink more split between the both of you but nothing more. Both of you treading lightly, enjoying each others company despite the obvious rift. Ignoring the small awkward pauses by telling stories of the shit you’ve too have gone through during the time apart.

It feels— right for once.

A time where Keegan doesn’t have to worry about anything, his shoulders relax, and the light in his blue eyes feel like them come back. Just for a little while.

The other problem though, you. Who lingered at the back of his mind. Maybe that was what held him back, he was comparing them to you. And he knows he’s dead wrong for it. But he thought maybe you’d go away, fall in love with another man, get married, have kids— the whole shabang!

It only annoyed him more.

A rift, he doesn’t even remember what he or you said that tipped it off. But you too butt heads like you always did back when you were close. Closer than close, arguing with you brought you two that odd normality. Like two kids at the playground who’d make up soon enough. Just, adults this time.

With festering anger. Jealousy, words left unsaid.

“Don’t go talkin over me-“

“-Like you haven’t been doin the same?-”

“-Because your bitchin-“

“I’m tellin you the truth because no one else will!” You say it like it’s the obvious, you tilt your head, “You waltz around here like you know everything, like you're better than everyone cause you left but you’re still hurting. From your shitty parents, to Carmen, your job that has you exhausted all the fucking time that one other girl and now- what is her name?” you snap a couple times over your head, finding the answer within yourself.

It clicks, “Tracy. Tracy, who’s really given you hell for being away all the time. ‘M sure she thinks you’re cheatin on her. It’s hard. Ain’t it? Got someone like that playin in your fucking face like that, doubting you… I’m just sayin.”

“You’re talkin too fuckin much.” He grumbles, swinging the rest of his drink back.

“Don’t I always?” One side of your lips curve up, taunting. “That hasn’t changed about me. But you, Mr. Run-away, you don’t think I have the same ears you do around here? Lookin for your parents— that little part ‘f you won’t let ‘em go and I don’t know why you keep comin to look for ‘em when it’s no fuckin point.”

It’s too much, always too damn much, he curses you “Watch your fuckin mouth [+].”

You shake your head, push, push, push, until it clicks— hook, line—

“It’s driving you crazy bein in this little shit of a town again, but it’s nothing holding you here anymore. Go live your fucking life Keegan. For once, you’re so worried about other people, focus on your fucking self. Go fix your relationship, be with that woman who you know won’t give you what you really want.”

There it is. The unwanted truth.

Sinker.

Keegan’s whole life he yearned for family, stability, him being the only one in his family to hold it together. That’s why he was so adamant about knowing people, making connections, even if he wasn’t the most social of the bunch. He could get people to remember him so easily.

But people left— his family left without him, heart broken over Carmen just up and leaving him, and then he left you— everything fell apart. Couldn't love the same, care for people the same.

His grip on the empty glass loosens, you wanna dance? He’ll dance. “I’m not the only one runnin after demons—“

You scuff, “-Oh please-“

“—Like I haven’t heard about your mom making you pay her bills, that house that you don’t live in miraculously having your name on it. How she’s asking around for money even when she comes to your place making a fucking ruckus— you’re covering for her.” He informs you, sneering.

If you can lay it allll out, so can he— can’t he?

“You play coy in everyone’s face but I know better, I know you would beg for help if your pride would let you. I know that you’re just as scared to leave as I am, that you stay here cause that’s all you know. Probably sock her in her face if so many people weren’t watching you. It’s tiring you out, you probably need a vacation. Running after people who don’t give a shit is a common trait between you ‘nd me kid, wears us thin. But we’re one and the same, do the same bullshit. That’s never changed.”

If you had a drink, you’d throw it. Right at his skull.

“Pay the tab, shit head.” You snarl, pushing the drink away and grabbing your purse. Walking right through the half empty bar and out the doors.

The cold air hit your face, doing a quick scan of the parking lot for your car. Maybe there’s some stuff you shouldn’t have said, let Keegan figure it out himself. But you were never good at shutting up, just like your fucking mother.

And you couldn’t stand things not going your way. Even worse when people smacked you in the face with the truth. It hurt.

You rolled your eyes, stomping your foot to the pavement in annoyance.

You felt a hand go to your waist and you almost yelped, until you heard a familiar husky whisper in your ear, “Shut up and move.”

You liked the chase, loved getting caught— loved being used.

Well, only by Keegan.

You’d take all his anger, everything he was willing to give you, and make him feel even better. Take him on a much needed vacation. And he’d take you there too.

Even if it was 45 minutes that made the whole car rock back and forth.

You manicured hand, claw at his seats, his tip pressing right into your g-spot. Keegan was thick, so undeniably wide, how much he stretched your sticky walls, you weren’t even sure he’d be able to fit inside after so long.

But he made it fit, eased himself in by rubbing your little clit, smirking, “Such a slut for me Princess, can’t even use that fuckin brain can you?”

You hiccuped, hand pressing at his thigh to try to relieve yourself, but he just gave it to you deeper, kept your hand behind your back.

His fingers glide against the back tattoo, large angel wings, so beautiful, newly retouched—

“When you get these re-done, heh- they’re so pretty.” He hisses as your pussy tightens around him.

“Doooont,” you slur, eyes rolling to the back of your skull, “hmm, ah- don’t ask a-about that right now.”

“I’ll ask what I want,” he rasps, whispering curses as he frantically fucks you, “when I want. Who told you, you were in charge here? Huh?”

And then, there's a harsh thwack that fills the car, from two of Keegan’s large fingers down to your precious cunt, one that makes your sob in pleasure, tears forming on your face.

“A-Again Kee!” you croon, almost at the finish line, you can feel it down in your gut.

The older man snickers, “You should use your manners doll, been so rude to me all night. What happened to that nice girl I used to know.”

A pout forms on your lips, looking back at him with those pretty brown eyes, he almost gives into you right then and there. You whimper, “Please- hnngh- please spank it again Keegan.”

God, he loved you. Loved the shit out of you, and your messy fucking pussy. Could never say no to you even after all this fucking time.

He let your arm go, gripping your hips with one so hand, definitely leaving a bruise and giving your Pearl a niiiice and mean slap making you jolt forward as he jackhammers inside your pink walls.

You wither around him, your tight walls quickly pulsing around Keegan’s girth. “Fuuuck, Keegan oh my god!” You sob. When’s the last time you came so hard? Your entire body shaking, can barely think straight, you have to wipe the drool that’s fell from your mouth.

Keegan pulls you up, still on his dick, letting you rest just for a second with your head on his shoulder. “Feels good not to think so much, don’t it princess? Racking that poor brain of yours been so hard on you, huh?” He coos, wiping the sweat from your forehead.

The car’s hot now, steam filling the windows, you don’t even remember where you are. You pant but nod none the less, unable to talk.

“Don’t worry, Daddy’s gonna fuck you just how you need.” He grunts, slowly bucking his hips up into you.

You find his hands, wrapping them around you as you meet him halfway, swiveling your hips and slamming yourself down on him.

“There you go gorgeous, so fuckin pretty,” he hums in delight, his mouth kissing from shoulder to your neck, to your cheeks to your ear, making you moan.

You move against each other in tandem, slow, but hard, rock steady. Your head falls down as the pleasure gets to you, “Fuck, fuck, fuck annh- feels so good, soo big, fuckin bastard.” maybe you muttered it to Keegan, maybe to God— someone.

“Yeah, you still mad at me? Sure doesn’t look like it, doesn’t feel like it either.” He chuckles, plunging deeper into you, holding you tighter, one hand kneading one of your perfect tits.

“Damn it, shut up!” Pulling him into a sloppy kiss by his black wavy locks. Moans from the both of you hitting the walls of his car, as smacks from both your bodies and lips fill your ears.

It’s so much, too much—

You pull away, trying to get away from his hold, but Keegan grips onto you, slamming you down on his length, the sloshing sound of your sobbing cunt loud enough, you're sure someone outside the car can hear you.

“One more yeah, baby girl? You can give me one more can’t you?”

You shake your head, eyes squeezing shut, “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t-“ you keen, more tears falling down your face.

“You can doll, come on baby, it’s okay” and his hand comes down to your clit, rubbing it in fast small circles. You squeal, “Kee!”

But he calms you down, kissing your cheek as he lets the feeling in your build up to the hilt— “That’s it Doll, you got it, let it go.”

You cry as you hit euphoria, letting him thrust into your pussy a few more times till he fills you with his own release, to the brim.

A perfect way to end the night.

Least you got what you wanted.

a/n: I know this actually a lot of plot than smut and it Vice versa, I lied. We all need to lie for plot sometimes. Yes there are plot holes, more to come (if anyone reads this.) yes I threw one daddy in there, you won’t die over it. Lmk what you guys think😚😚

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UNHEARD FEELINGS || ₊˚⊹ nishimura riki

🌸 ——— my life without you is a misery

▫️ MASTERLIST

▫️ nr x reader 1.4k angst, fluff, mdni

▫️ layout ib @bbokvhs

▫️ part 1

₊˚⊹ It had been a few months since you had seen Niki. You had been reminded of him everywhere you went, from seeing him on all of your social media platforms after the release of ‘No Doubt’, to getting text messages and calls from family and friends asking what happened between the two of you.

It was starting to get old, you missed him enough as it is. You didn’t need to constantly be reminded that you were on your own again. But it wasn’t just your friends that kept prying, it was also Niki’s friends, specifically his band members. You knew that they had meant well, that they were worried about you and Niki, but it was starting to get on your nerves.

One day while you were lying on the couch, you had received a text from Jungwon. It was the usual, “You should come over, Niki really misses you”, that he would always send you. You slam your phone against the couch and pull the blanket further over your shoulders. It had been so long since you had gotten a text from them, you thought they were done pushing.

You sigh as you hear your phone start to ring. You knew that it was Jungwon, calling to, once again, ask you to come over. You decide to answer this time, thinking maybe that would shut him up, even just for a few days. “What do you want, Jungwon?” You ask him, in a deadpan voice.

“Look, I know that things aren’t the greatest between you and Niki. But he’s not the same person as he used to be. He really misses you.” Jungwon tells you. You can hear the worry and desperation in his voice. It slightly sways you, you adored Jungwon and the last thing you wanted was for him to have to worry about something that doesn’t involve him. “Can you just come and talk to him? Just for a little bit? Even if it’s just for closure.” He pleads, hoping that even just a little talk would make Niki feel better.

“If I do this, will you all leave me alone?” You ask. You were so fed up with having to deal with this whole situation. Sure, you missed Niki. But if he wanted you back so bad, then why not make the effort himself. Why did his friends have to talk to you about getting back together with him? “Yes, we will. I promise.” He says. You can hear the smile in his voice. “Thank you.” You hear him say as you hang up the phone.

A few days later, you were on your way to their dorms. You could feel your heart beating out of your chest. Thinking about the possibilities that could come from this talk. You could find out he actually has changed and you could take him back or you could find out that absolutely nothing has changed and walk away for the second time.

When you finally arrived, you knocked on the door. You didn’t know if Niki knew you were coming but you didn’t really care. No matter how scared you were for this talk, you couldn’t wait to see the others. You wonder if Sunoo would still give you a tight hug like he used to every time he saw you. Or if Jay would tell you about a new recipe he found, or a new song he learned to play on his guitar.

Hearing the door unlock and open, you snap out of your thoughts. You see Jungwon smiling at you, stepping aside to let you in. He takes your purse as you walk in, placing it onto the table near the door.

Immediately, you see Sunoo walking up to you, giving you a tight hug. You melt into the hug, smiling into his neck. This was one of the reasons that you didn’t want to come back, you were scared that things had changed with all of the boys. “Niki’s not here yet. He’ll be back soon so you can just wait out here with us.” Jungwon tells you, walking back over to the couch to sit down.

You take a seat between Sunghoon and Jay, who immediately turns to you and starts telling you about everything that has happened since you and Niki broke up. You smile at the interaction, you had always seen Jay as a big brother. You two being closer than you were with any of Niki’s other friends.

Eventually, you hear the door open. You and Niki lock eyes as he walks into the dorm. It was like everything around you had slowed down. But before you could let yourself get fooled by a fairytale moment, you looked away. You didn’t come here to get fooled again. You came here to get closure.

“Um, do you want to go to my room?” Niki asks. His usual cool, calm demeanor is replaced with a nervous look. You wordlessly nod, getting off of the couch and walking to his room. “Good luck.” You hear Heeseung say through the walls of Niki’s room.

You sit on Niki’s bed as he takes a seat on the couch, facing you. “What did you want to talk about so badly?” You ask him. You quite honestly already wanted this conversation to end.

“I’m so sorry for the way that I treated you. You didn’t deserve that at all.” Niki tells you, putting his head down. ashamed of his actions. You take a breath, your heart hurting at the sight in front of you. “Niki.” You quietly say. His head snaps up to look at you, you can see his eyes filling with tears. “Please don’t cry, Ki.” You say. Your hand travels to cup his cheek, wiping the few tears that have started streaming down his cheeks.

“I’m sorry. Please, I’d do anything to get you back.” Niki mutters under his breath. “Why couldn’t you contact me? Why did everyone else have to?” You ask. You were still upset at the fact that he had made all of his friends text you, day in and day out. “I didn’t think you’d want to hear from me.” Niki whispers. Trying his hardest to keep his emotions in check, not wanting to break down in front of you.

“I did want to hear from you. I still do, no matter how many times i try to deny it.” You tell him, brushing strands of hair out of his face. “I really miss you, Ki.” He looks you in the eyes, trying to read you.

“You mean that?” He asks you. He grabs your hand, squeezing tightly. “Yes, I mean it. I promise.” You say, squeezing his hand back. He gets off of the couch, walking over to the bed to sit next to you.

He uses his unoccupied hand to cup your cheek, pulling you close. Your eyes flutter close as he presses a kiss to your lips. Your lips move in sync, tongues clashing against one another. It’s passionate, as if you’re making up for lost time.

Your hand travels up his chest, finding its place in his hair. Digging your nails into his scalp and tugging. Niki groans into the kiss. His hand moves down to your waist, giving it a squeeze before pulling away.

“I missed that so much.” He grins at you. You playfully roll your eyes and push him away. He pulls you closer, pecking your cheek. Before his hands travel to your sides, tickling you. You giggle loudly, sure that the boys in the living room could hear you. It takes a while for the two of you to calm down.

Remembering the conversation you two were just having, his face dropped a bit. “So? What does this mean for us?” He asked, a bit hesitantly. “I want to try again, Ki.” You tell him, looking him in the eyes and giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. An excited grin makes its way onto his face.

He wraps his arms around your waist, picking you up and spinning the two of you. “You won’t regret it, baby. I promise.” He tells you. He sets you back down on the floor, pressing another quick kiss to your lips. “I know, Ki.” You say, wrapping your arms around Niki’s neck.

“I love you, so much baby.” Niki tells you, looking you straight in the eyes.

“I love you more, Ki.”

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[lalaluch]

LADS men as Taylor Swift's albums

+ additional songs that I think suits them

Sylus – reputation

Okay, do I even need to explain it?

Reputation is pretty much a diss to all haters and expectations to be some "good girl" who stays quiet and doesn't make a problem. Cause when you don't, the media tries to destroy your career and public image so hard that it becomes ridiculous at some point.

Taylor didn't denying any of it, no, she's accepting the role of a villain in everyone's story that attributed to her. Just "Sorry, the old Taylor can't come to the phone right now. Why? Oh, cause she's dead!" (yes i'm still crazy over this line after so many years)

And it isn't about destroying yourself, but become even stronger by recognising this new side of yourself and moving forward, leaving all of it bullshit behind.

At the same time album has a deep longing for true love that doesn't based on public image, your "reputation", but who you truly are in intimacy behind the closed doors (aka Delicate and Dress)

It all reflects to one specific crow-crow🐦‍⬛

Rafayel – Midnights

I think Rafayel is the most difficult LI to understand. Yeah, he's all sassy and cheeky, but also a God who loved with all his being and paid for it with the death of an entire civilization. A lemurian living among humans, wearing endless masks to avenge his people. Manipulator in a way, lulling you into losing focus and submit to his wants. And let's not forget about this constant fear of been forgotten and abandoned by his beloved.

So Midnights is perfect for him as it explores the chaos in our mind during sleepless nights. There's everything - vibe of luxury live, ambitions, cockiness, wit, self-criticism, fears, anxiety and deep dive into mental struggles. If Mastermind isn't his main song then I don't now what it is.

There's Castles Crumbling in additional songs and I highly recommend to listen it – 100% match with Rafayel's myths.

Zayne – evermore

my favourite album by the way)

For me Evermore is Taylor's peak as a poet and storyteller. Melancholy and endlessly sad, but amazingly written and full of emotional depth.

Just like Zayne - tough and cold at first sight, but be patient, don’t rush, and he will show you all of his beautiful sides. This album perfectly match with his past/present/future versions.

"Oh, I can't

Stop you putting roots in my dreamland

My house of stone, your ivy grows

And now I'm covered in you"

"I sit and watch you

And notice everything you do or don't do

You're so much older and wiser and I...

I wait by the door like I'm just a kid

Use my best colors for your portrait"

It is Zayne's and his olnly. Period.

Caleb – The Tortured Poets Department

The title is pretty telling, isn't it? It screams Caleb to me.

Long story short album represents heavy breakup between Taylor and Joe Alwyn that were together for about 6 years. I think at all about pouring your feeling out in songs - it's raw, messy, sarcastic and intentionally dramatic one.

Although Caleb is far from artistic and poetic soul, still so many songs reflect to his storyline. This pure rage, breakdown, betrayal, religious and sinfulness themes, toxicity, mental problems and of course falling in love all over again.

Alchemy, TTPD and BDILH is a literally Caleb and MC songs.

Xavier – folklore

Xavier is someone who suffered so much throught his life, had so many regrets towards the MC and whole Philos, but still remains kind and truly caring person who will always protect you, your prince in shining armour. So I think Folklore is a perfect match for him.

Whole album feels like a big-big hug from someone who knows and understands all of your worries without any judjment. Like yes, you’re grown adult now with adult problems, but still there is a place for some childhood fairytales and dreams in your heart.

P.S. I know that Folklore and Evermore often presents as the same sister albums but to me they’re totally different. Folklore is more like a lullaby that fully embraces you, some safe space to rest, while Evermore more mature and wise one, with much more depressive mood.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Phantom Pains Teaser

Pairing: Mark Meachum x FBI Agent!reader

A/N #1: A short little baby teaser of how my new Mark Meachum series, Phantom Pains will look like. Just a heads up, the actual first part will very likely not be out for awhile (until we get maybe a few weeks of Countdown in and we can learn more about Mark. Enjoy! 😉

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Fifteen minutes remaining. 

Your ears perked up at the overhead speaker. Honestly you were surprised the game was still going. At last year’s convention, both teams had finished in less than five minutes. Granted, that wasn’t the intention. But you know, give a group of adults in law enforcement paintball guns and tell them the losing team has to do group karaoke as punishment and things get spicy real fast.

You were having more fun with it this year for sure. Last you took a stray friendly fire shot to the leg and were deemed killed in about eight seconds. So far you’d taken out three blue team members and gave an assist to capturing another. Maybe you only had one shot left but all you had to do was sneak up on someone and was that really all that hard?

You could hear arguing, recognizing one of the voices as that asshole from orientation that thought he could get away with grabbing your ass. You rounded the corner into an open room, asshole, who was sadly on your team, cornering a blue team guy who was on his knees, hands on his head.

You nearly stopped cold. Good lord. Blue team guy was handsome. Incredibly handsome. Shit, people were actually that hot in real life? It took less than a second before you decided getting out and losing the game would be worth giving the asshole some payback.

“Well hello boys,” you said, both of them looking at you. You gave blue team guy a wink as you pulled the trigger, hitting asshole square in the balls. He dropped to the ground, glaring at you.

“What the-” He shut up when you put your boot down over his dick and gave him a smile.

“Touch a woman without permission again and I’ll cut them off in your sleep. Understand?” You slammed your foot down, asshole howling and curling up into a ball. “I need an answer.”

“Alright, alright!”

“You better because I’ll be keeping an eye on you from now on. Leave. Now.” He hobbled to his feet and left the room, grumbling all the way. You turned to the blue team guy, his eyes wide. “You can get up, handsome.”

He kept his hands on his head, a laugh escaping you. “Well, what a well behaved prisoner you are.”

“Not in the mood to get my balls crushed,” he said. You bit the inside of your cheek, kicking his gun that was on the floor over to him. He raised an eyebrow as you shrugged. 

“He copped a feel while I was in the check-in line.” He frowned, lowering his hands when you nodded. “I don’t tolerate that shit.”

“Did you report him?” You stared at the gun on the ground, the man making no move towards it.

“I have no proof. Don’t worry about it. I got my revenge. And his department back home will get an anonymous tip to watch him.” He nodded, stepping over the gun and in front of you. “You realize you’re free to go, right?”

“I might go. Might not. Still deciding.” You tilted your head, blue team guy smirking. “Why’d you stare at me like that when you came inside?”

“I didn’t stare,” you scoffed. He laughed, raising his chin upwards. “I didn’t.”

“Score is close. Every point counts. Tell me the honest truth and I’ll let you walk me out as your prisoner.” You looked at him through your lashes, eyes darkening.

“Honestly? I thought, would you look at that? A handsome man on his knees, exactly where he belongs.” His eyebrows went sky high, his cheeks flushing as he tried to control the smirk on his face. “That’s not harassment by the way. I didn’t say that to you until you asked.”

“I don’t remember saying I had a problem with it.” He licked his lips, eyes crawling down your body slowly. “You going to kick me in the nuts if I ask if I can buy you drink tonight?”

“Let’s make it more interesting,” you said, stepping away from him. “Catch me and you can have your drink.”

“Catch you?” he asked as you grinned. 

“Didn’t I mention? I’m all out of ammo.” His breath caught as you winked. “See ya!” 

You took off down the hall, hearing his heavy footfalls chase after.

Oh yeah, this year was more fun for sure.

Midnight

You stirred the straw in your drink as you felt a presence roll up beside you at the hotel bar. He ordered a beer for himself and another Old fashioned for you.

“I thought I remember saying you had to, you know, catch me to buy me a drink,” you said, his jean covered thigh brushing over your bare one.

“You did,” he said, your gaze flickering over to him. He had on a simple gray t-shirt, a dark gray jacket over top, a pair of black boots on his feet. 

“Well it’s a good thing you can sing since you can’t hear for shit,” you said, finishing off your drink before another was set down in front of you. “Excellent Brittany tonight.”

“Oops I Did It Again is more my repertoire but I can make Toxic work any day. Mark Meachum by the way,” he said, holding out a hand to you. You waited a beat before shaking it.

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Well Y/N Y/L/N, I think we established earlier I could buy you a drink as long as I caught you, correct?” You took a sip, watching him pick up his beer and grin as he long necked it.

“I bet you’re a cop. You’re a cop aren’t you.” He chuckled.

“What gave it away?”

“Only you guys ask the same dumb questions over and over,” you teased, leaning one elbow against the bar top. “But yes Mark Meachum, those were the rules. Yet I don’t recall you catching me during the training so…”

“Ah ah,” he said, leaning back on his stool, pointing his beer at you. “See, you never specified I had to catch you during the training.”

You touched a hand to your chest. “How silly of me.”

“It’s alright. I know you’re ridiculously attracted to me and that probably is still short-circuiting your brain.” You smirked, watching him take a smaller sip from his bottle. “I did catch you therefore I can buy you a drink.”

“I still fail to see when and where exactly I was caught, Meachum.” His grin darkened, eyes wandering past you as if he weren’t interested in responding.

“Silly me. I must have been thinking of how by the end of the week, I’ll have ruined you for all other men and you’ll have fallen oh so madly in love with me.” You snorted, Mark laughing. “Okay, that is freaking adorable.”

“Oh, you’re so delusional, honey. But it’s cute you think I’m going to fall for a cop at a law enforcement conference aka hookup capital of the world.”

“If you’re so confident, what’s the harm in entertaining me?” he asked, leaning forward, resting his elbow against the bar, resting his cheek in it. His eyes warmed, something on so sincere under that playful nature. “Worst case, you have a week of incredible sex and then we never see each other again. Best case, we fall in love, met married, do the whole house and kids thing, and you get incredible sex for the rest of your life. I’m failing to see the downsides here.”

“You got a decade on me.”

“I bet you give incredible sponge baths,” he teased.

“I’m not moving.”

“I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth, baby.” You laughed, shaking your head.

“Do these lines actually work?” He shrugged, looking at you through his eyelashes.

“Give me a chance.” You pursed your lips, glancing at your drink. “I’ll even get down on my knees since you love that so much.”

“Tell me one real thing about you,” you said, Mark shifting closer, leaning in as if he wanted to tell you a secret.

“You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“Right, like you don’t say that to all the girls wearing mini-skirts at the bar.”

“Don’t get me wrong, this look is…tantalizing,” he said, brushing a knuckle over your knee cap, careful not to wander further. “But sweaty frizzy hair, t-shirt, combat boots and cargo pants with safety glasses…that woman took my breath away.”

This was a bad idea. This was a supremely bad idea. 

Oh fuck it.

“Alright, Casanova. I’ll give you your week. But the sex better be earth shattering.” You finished off your drink and slid off the stool, smoothing out your skirt. “Well? You going to take me to your room so I can see you on your knees or what?”

“After you, Y/L/N.”

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[islandtarochips]

Truth Reveal

Summary: After the Dark Water Mission. Commander Graves had called his sister to finished up the rest of their work. Before his return. Which it will take Rudy and Tiala, who stayed behind, a while to escape from something that it might happened.

Word Count: 3.9k

Characters: Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra, Tiala “Malie” Toa, Callie “Snipe” Graves, The Shadow Company

“Shadow 1 to Shadow 3. Do you copy?”

“This is Shadow 3. Over.”

“We already got the 2nd missile down. We’re on our way back. You know the plans right?”

“Heh. Don’t have to tell me twice, big brother. I’ll gather these Vaqueros in an hour and put them behind bars.”

“Good. And also, try to take care of the Captain’s sister. We don’t want her runnin’ and ruin the surprise.”

“Oh? Like why the change of heart?”

“We need to make sure that their General will be on OUR side by showing that these Vaqueros were working with El Si Nombre. Make it look like they have attacked her two soldiers and the 141. We’ll use that to cover up our tracks. So make sure that you gather all of those cowboys up and put ‘em in the fence and deal with the First Sergeant. I’ll take care of the Captain and the boys.”

“Alrighty then, I’ll deal with her~ Over and out.”

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~in Rudy’s office of Los Vaqueros Base~

The clock was ticking against the wall as it echoed in the office. And the sound of small rain hitting against the window.

There, Rudy was on his desk, looking through some papers about their mission. Even trying to type down the report about it as well before his eyes glanced at the woman who was staring through the window.

The First Sergeant, named Tiala, was just standing behind it. Watching the rain drops one by one, hitting against the glass. As she was waiting for her brother to return safely from the mission that she’s not allowed to go to.

Even The Sergeant Major was ordered to stay behind by the Colonel. Which he understands since someone has to man the base while Alejandro is gone. And he’s okay for Tiala to stay to help him out. But things got a bit tad awkward between the two.

Rudy had let Tiala stay in his office while waiting for their friends to return. But they have never spoken a word to each other. He has been told by her brother that she doesn’t talk much with anyone unless he’s around. It is obvious how quiet she is whenever it is just the two of them but she speaks freely when her brother IS around.

Which made him curious just a little. But he’s a man who respects other people’s boundaries. So he doesn’t want to push her too much. Instead, he wants to get to know her a little more.

“So, you and your brother? How long have you two been working together?” Rudy asked as he put his papers down and looked at the First Sergeant.

Tiala glanced at this man with no sign of interest in interacting with him. He could see that through her eyes and he felt more awkward when she looked back at the window. Without even answering his question.

He cleared his throat as he felt the silence between them. And started to talk more with her. “You worked really well on the field. Has your brother trained you like this?”

Once again, Tiala didn’t answer. Except she just kept watching the rain fall.

She really isn’t going to talk to him any time soon.

Rudy rubbed behind his neck as he looked around for a bit. “So um…how do you like Las Almas so far? Besides it being chaotic dealing with the Narcos and this Hassan guy.” Before he could continue, he saw Tiala turned around and was heading for the door. He slowly stood up from his seat as he was worried that he had annoyed her too much. “W-Wait! I didn’t mean to-”

“I’m just going to check on our prisoner and get some fresh air.” The woman had finally spoken from the silence that was between them. But she didn’t bother to look at him. And just reached for the door and opened it. “I’ll be back in a few.”

After that, she left. Leaving Rudy by himself in his own office.

He sat down and sigh tiredly. “Mierda...bien hecho, Rudy. Made SUCH a good impression…”

(Fuck…way to go Rudy.)

Tiala walked her way out of the building and headed towards where they had kept Valeria in. She sighed and rolled her eyes remembering how hard Rudy was trying to talk to her.

He’s…a nice guy. But she still doesn’t trust anyone around this area no matter how NICE or GOOD they look. Not even him. She doesn’t want to make that same mistake again.

She headed inside the other building and was on her way to meet with Valeria. Until she stopped in her tracks when she saw a small group of Shadows in front of the container where their prisoner was kept. She felt something was wrong so she quietly hid behind one of the crates and listened carefully.

“Alright, everybody! Listen up!” A female voice was heard. Recognizing that southern accent anywhere.

Callie Graves.

Tiala doesn’t know what this small little group meeting is about but she knows deep down it’s not good. She slowly took a peek to see Callie was talking with the Shadows.

“Your Commander will be here in an hour with the others. And YOU guys should know what to do. So I don’t have to say it TWICE.” The blonde woman was walking back and forth as she looked at her comrades. Seeing them looking up and ready to do their parts. “Gather the Vaqueros, put them behind bars and wait for the next orders of your Commander when he gets here.”

Tiala felt surprised to hear this. Gathering the Vaqueros? Behind bars? What are they talking about and why are they planning this?

“If ANY of ya’ll wanted to back out or decided you changed your mind last minute.” Callie started to smile at them before pulling out her gun and pointed at one of them. “I ain’t hesitating to shoot through your dumb skulls. To any of ya’ll for that matter.” She smirked a bit to see them flinched a bit before she put her gun away. And then she heard one of the Shadow soldiers step in.

“But ma’am. If you don’t mind me asking. What ARE we going to do with them? Along with the Captain, Lieutenant, First Sergeant and the Sergeant. Don’t you think that they might find out and might go against us?”

The female Lieutenant just smiled at him before walking up. Gently giving him a good pat on the shoulder as she tried to ease his worries. “They won’t. Not if we drop them dead first.” Then she turned her head to look at the others and nodded at them. “Just follow the plans that my brother has provided for us. And we’ll be fine. Now get goin’ and get these Vaqueros! Not a SINGLE one escaped from here. Is that clear?”

“Yup-yup!”

“And don’t you worry about that Island gal. She’s mine to deal with. Now let's round these puppies up!”

When Callie walked away with three Shadows following from behind and left two others to guard the container. Tiala stayed quiet with a shocking look. Never had she known that these Shadows, who had been working with them, would backstab them like this.

She has to get out and warn Rudy. FAST.

So she sneaked out without being noticed. And heading back to the main building, through the small rain, where Rudy would be at. While trying to turn on her radio to the channel where she can only talk to him.

“This is Malie to Rudy. Do you copy?” She said in a whisper while hiding behind two crates. Hearing footsteps of the Shadows passing by. She doesn’t want them to see that she came out the same time as Callie. Not after what she heard. They’ll be suspicious. “Alpha 5 to Victor 3-1. Do you COPY?”

“-tsk- Malie? -tsk- Qué ocurre? Why the private channel?”

(What’s wrong?)

“Listen to me. You better get out of that office and meet me in the back of the building. We need to leave. NOW.” Tiala said while trying to be aware of her surroundings. As she saw she’s getting close to the main building.

“Qué? -tsk- What are you talking about?”

(What?)

Before answering his question, Tiala quickly made a move. Trying to pick up the pace to the building without being seen. “I’ll explain later. Just get out right now. Callie and the Shadows are coming after-”

BANG!

The sound of a gun echoed through the atmosphere as Tiala felt something had hit on her side. Causing her to yell in pain before falling onto the wet ground.

“Malie?! What happened?!” Rudy called out with a worried tone. Didn’t receive any response from her but continued to call out to her. “Tiala! Can you hear me?! TIALA!”

The woman was groaning as she looked down to see where the pain was at. With heavy breathing while feeling it on her side. Seeing her own blood flown out from the side of her body. While the rain washed it away on the ground.

Until she hears footsteps behind her. She tried to reach for her gun out but saw them take it out of her belt. And grunted at them kicking her, making her turn and lay on her back.

Tiala kept groaning from the sore pain as she flinched feeling a heavy boot on her arm. Seeing this person was just pinning it down hard into the ground. The First Sergeant struggled to remove it, using her other free hand. But hear a click of a gun facing her.

She looked up and saw it was HER. The blonde bitch smirked down at her with such satisfaction.

(Made by @temeyes ⬆️)

“Well well well~ What do we have here?~” Callie showed a small smirk on her face as she crouched down a bit at Tiala. Feeling quite delighted to see her. “Didn’t your mama ever tell ya that it’s RUDE to eavesdrop on someone’s conversation?”

The woman who was pinned down, scoffed at this Lieutenant’s face. As she wasn’t amused by that question. “If I haven’t. Then I wouldn’t know about your schemes. You backstabbing BITCH.” Tiala said with that pissed off expression on her face. And saw three other Shadows were behind Callie.

“Go and get him and put him with the others. I’ll deal with this one.” The Lieutenant ordered them without looking away from her prize.

Tiala watches them running into the building as she struggles to get out. “WHY are you doing this?! I thought you’re on OUR side!”

The blonde woman just smiled down at her while still pointing her gun at the First Sergeant. “Oh we are. We are. It’s just that we don’t want any of ya’ll get in our way or find out the truth.”

“Truth? WHAT truth?”

“And that is the part that I can’t say. But we do appreciate you folks accepting our help and gettin’ the enemy that we want to deal with. Sooooooooo. You have served your purpose! Congratulations!”

As Callie was watching Tiala struggling and could see her eyes were fading a bit. She had looked to see the blood coming out of the First Sergeant side. Which satisfies her to see the poor woman was about to go out. Oh how much she enjoys seeing this.

“And it seems like you’re in GREAT pain, First Sergeant. I really do apologize for…all of THIS. But I got my orders, which is to deal with the problem. And guessed who’s the PROBLEM?~”

Tiala kept struggling but could feel her strength slowly leaving her body. Until then she heard some shootings up in the building. Her eyes widened as she looked up, knowing that they had found Rudy.

“Huh. It seems like your Mexican friend was fighting back. And I guessed he had LOST.”

“N-No…YOU BITCH!”

The Samoan woman tried to kick her off and get Callie’s boot off her arm. But she suddenly felt weakened as her free hand dropped down a bit but was still holding onto the boot. And her head lay back down to the ground as the dizziness feeling had kicked in. Her breathing was starting to get heavier and heavier.

Callie saw it and chuckled lightly. “Aaaw. Going already, little sharky?~ It’s alright, I’ll help you to see the heavens REAL quick. Heh. Oh! And don’t worry about your big brother. He’ll be joinin’ you soon enough.”

After hearing this, Tiala was starting to feel furious at this. Gripping lightly onto the Lieutenant’s boots while giving her that threatening look. “Aua e te kefe fefe!”

(Don’t you fucking dare!)

Hearing the laugh from the blonde woman had made an itch of irritation inside of her. But what else can she do when she feels so helpless and weak?

“Ya know, with THAT kind of attitude. You would’ve been a GREAT Shadow.” Callie said as she tilted her head slightly with a small smile. But not the kind of nice smile that Tiala was seeing. “But it's too bad that you have to waste that kind of potential. I would’ve asked my dear ol’ brother to spare ya.”

“F-Fuck you…I would rather lay down DEAD then joining into your fucked up TEAM…” The poor First Sergeant spoke so weakly. And her strength went back to the low bar.

Hearing the blonde woman’s clicking her tongue with disappointment. She felt her boot removed from her arm. Tiala saw the opportunity to strike but she still felt too weak to even move.

Watching the Lieutenant standing up and still holding that gun in her hand. Pointing it down towards the frail woman. “That’s too bad then. I really hope that you’ll reconsider this offer but I guessed it wasn’t meant to be. It’s really nice knowin’ ya.”

Right when Tiala thought she’s meeting her end. She saw Rudy quickly run in and hit Callie’s head hard with a wood from behind. Hard enough for her to be knocked out. And causing her to fall down on the ground being unconscious and dropping the gun.

Tiala was too tired to react after seeing Rudy was still ALIVE. Which she somehow felt relieved for some reason. As she saw his face turned towards her and seeing his worried expressions showed.

“Mierda…” He whispers before dropping the wood and quickly goes down beside Tiala. Seeing her right side was bleeding badly. “Ah fuck. W-We need to get you OUT of here. Patching you in this base is not safe. Not when these pendejos are around.” Rudy continues to check on her to see if there’s any other injuries before looking into her eyes.

“Will you be able to hang on a little longer?”

The First Sergeant can’t respond with words because of how tired she felt. But managed to nod her head, telling him that she’ll make it. So Rudy quickly acted fast by carefully helping to lift her up and supported her on her left side. And started walking at a fast pace.

The two had to make sure that they weren’t seen. For they know that the Shadows will be alerted about this. If they get caught. It’s GAME OVER.

“We will take the jeep down to that garage over there. Hopefully there’s no Shadows.” Rudy said as he made sure Tiala was awake. And saw her nodding again as she agreed to this plan.

Soon he took her through the door and found a jeep. As he slowly took the injured woman to it and put her inside while making her comfortable on the passenger seat. “I’ll be right back. Need to get the keys and we’ll be out of here.” Before Rudy stepped back. He suddenly felt her hand gripping onto his sleeves. He looked back at her to see her looking so scared at this point.

“W-Wait…please don’t leave me…”

The Sergeant Major looked surprised to see her like this. He always thought that she’s a woman who was independent. Not counting on others except her brother and her team.

What made her act like this all of a sudden?

It must’ve been her losing blood. He had to act fast to find something to hold those blood in. So he tried to reassure her by gently touching her hand and giving her a soft smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll be back as soon as I can. I just need to get some things and get the keys. That’s all.”

Tiala, not realizing of her behavior, still wasn’t convinced about this. As she suddenly has a flashback seeing someone she knew before letting that person go. She shook her head. “P-Please…don’t leave me again…I-I can’t…”

Rudy suddenly had changed his expression to confusion. “Again?” That question echoed through his mind. Then he suddenly felt a small tug from her while watching her lay her head against his chest. “Malie?”

“Please don’t go…just please…not again…”

The Sergeant Major had looked around to see or hear if there’s anyone coming in. He needs to get something for her bleeding and the key. So he tried to calm her down before gently leaning her back. Trying to look at her from eye to eye.

“Tiala. I PROMISED you. I will come back. Just a few things. Just the keys. And I’ll return to you. You won’t lose me, alright? Do you trust me?” He said it softly.

The First Sergeant just looked up at Rudy as her eyes were softened a bit. And slowly nodded.

“Good. Now I’ll be back. Just stay here and stay low.” Then he started running to where the keys were hanging. While running those images and those words in his head. Rudy had seen how Tiala had acted. She would always close up from anyone who tried to talk to her. Except with her brother.

But now? Now that he sees her looking so desperate for him not to go. It made him realize that it reminded her of someone who she used to know. Desperate enough that she doesn’t want to let that person go. But who he wonders?

He kept looking around to grab some extra clothes and cloth as he went to get the keys after. But before he could grab it, he suddenly paused to see the door open. He quickly ducked down and hid under the table. Staying quiet as he heard two people were talking.

“So, how’s your family doing?”

“Oh! They’re doing great! The little one is starting to walk now! Too bad I’ve missed it…”

Rudy kept hidden as he watched the two of them walking around the table. Until he remembers about Tiala in the jeep. His eyes widened to see them slowly reaching over there.

“Hey…is there someone in that jeep?”

His heart beat fast as he was about to get out from his hiding spot. To stop them from getting closer.

“Hello? Who’s there?”

The two Shadows were slowly approaching the vehicle. Without realizing it, Rudy slowly comes out from behind them. And was trying to approach them quietly. But he stopped when he heard the radio suddenly start yelling.

“WARNING TO ALL SHADOWS! WE HAVE TWO ESCAPEES! AND LIEUTENANT GRAVES IS DOWN! I REPEAT! LIEUTENANT GRAVES IS DOWN!”

The radio started to reach these two as they looked at each other in disbelief. Rudy suddenly hid back to the table and stayed quiet.

“What?! Shit! Let’s go!”

After the two Shadows heard the warning call. They both immediately left the garage. Without knowing of Rudy hiding.

A wave of relief had washed over Rudy’s heart and mind to see them exiting. He got out of his hiding spot and grabbed the keys.

He opened the jeep’s door to where the First Sergeant was at. “Here. I’m going to wrap this around your wound for now. To stop the bleeding alright?” He said quietly before lifting her arm up a bit and slowly wrapped it around her torso. Seeing the blood is still dripping down on her uniform. “Joder…” He started to feel the guilt crawling into him as he had flashbacks of his old comrades. Who had died a long time ago. But he can’t dwell on the past now. He needs to take Tiala to the safehouse.

After patching her up with the rag, hoping it’ll hold the blood in. He closed the door and jumped into the driver seat and started it. “This won’t be easy for us to escape. But I know this base very well. I know which route we can take to get out.”

Tiala still didn’t respond back but just nodded at him. As she had no choice but to put her trust onto him now. Since she had no strength to even make any plans to escape.

Rudy started the jeep and held onto the wheel before taking a deep breath. “Here we go…” He stepped onto the gas pedal before zooming out of there.

And as soon as they got out of the garage. Most of the Shadows were either moving away from getting hit or just bringing out their weapons and started shooting at the run away vehicle.

“IT’S THE TWO PRISONERS!”

“KEEP SHOOTING AT THEM! DON’T LET THEM ESCAPE!”

One of the Shadows called out as they kept shooting at the vehicles.

Rudy had kept turning from left to right. Avoiding every Shadows as possible while making sure they both won’t get shot at.

Tiala had gripped onto the handle of the door while hissing in pain. From the awful bumpy ride that she’s experiencing. But she has to stay strong until Rudy gets them out of this chaotic place.

Soon he made the final turn around by heading towards the exit gate. They both saw many Shadows blocking it and began firing at them.

“MALIE! GET DOWN!” Rudy commanded her as he ducked down a bit but kept his eyes forward.

Tiala knows what Rudy was going to do and did as she was told. And ducked down slowly.

Rudy had never felt this nervous of trying to bypass these Shadows. Who were fully armed and were blocking their exits. But he can’t stop now as he needs to get Tiala out of here.

The Shadows had seen the vehicle not stopping. Being afraid of getting run over. They quickly moved or jumped away as they watched the jeep drive away. Still shooting from behind and there are some of them trying to jump into their vehicles to go after them.

Rudy could see it from his rear mirror when he sat back to his seat. “Mierda! They’re still after us!”

Tiala was slowly getting back to her seat. Still feeling weak as she could still feel the blood flowing out of her. Making her slouched against the chair.

The Sergeant Major could see her looking tired. Making him feel even MORE worried. “H-Hey now! Don’t fall asleep! I need you to stay awake, alright? I just need to get them off our tail and we’re home free!”

She can’t even make out what he was saying. As her eyes started to feel heavy and felt like she’s slipping away.

“Tiala? Tiala! Don’t give up on me, alright?” Rudy was trying to keep Tiala awake while being in this car chase ride. Looking back and forth from driving and checking on her. “Stay with me! We’ll be free soon! But I need you to stay awake!”

His words started to fade away from her ears as she already closed her eyes. Rudy could see it as he felt even more scared than being worried. “Tiala! Hey! Don’t you dare close those eyes! TIALA!”

And soon…the world had turned dark.

To Be Continued…?

A/N: Thank you for reading this far! I really do enjoy making this story and adding my OCs in this scene! And also, I would like to say THANK YOU! To @temeyes for creating that MASTERPIECE that I have requested! It is SO beautiful! That art up there shows the scene of Callie (the top one) pinning down Tiala (the bottom one) to the ground! As I do want to add them into the MW2 Reboot Campaign! I hope you guys enjoy it! And again, thank you Tim for creating my two girls! I’m in LOVE with it!🥰😍💖 Love ya, pele!😘💖

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A pair of gray eyes

Pairing: Hyuk Kwon x reader

Tags: persecution, obsession, unhealthy love, red flags, mention!Shelly

Note: I used a Russian song, but in the lyrics I translated the lines into English, because it fits. not all the lyrics of the song are used, I missed one verse. (you can assume that the lines of the song come from Hyuk)

You turn your head back, gripping the strap of your bag tighter, your eyes darting around the street, trying to catch at least some movement in the darkness behind you. It's an unsettling feeling, as if you're being chased. again.

I don't think you'll remember everything. My facial features

You sigh, pause for a moment, trying to peer into the shadows cast by the streetlights. and you turn around to continue walking home again, only faster.

But I know that your house is At the tram ring

sometimes when you return home after your part-time job, when dusk has already fallen on the earth, it feels like you are being watched. That look is cold and so sharp, like steel, that it cuts the skin on your back. You even gave up listening to music on your headphones when you go home to be alert.

You're as beautiful as a fjord Like a blow through yourself

You try not to get nervous and keep your breathing steady, but your fingers are gripping the strap of your bag tighter, and your legs are starting to break into a run before you realize it. just to get home faster, without turning your head back and not meeting that pair of eyes that are watching you so closely, like an insect in a jar.

I'm afraid my love is sick.

"You're worrying too much, darling."

Shelly sighs, sitting next to you, putting her arm around your shoulder, leaning your head against her shoulder. her fingers trace circles on the fabric of your T-shirt.

"Do you think so? Sometimes I feel like I'm going crazy."

you squeeze your eyes shut as if trying to remove the growing pain in your temples from this thought. from the thought that someone might be stalking you.

"yeah.. How long has this been going on? a month? I think if it was a stalker, he would have left something about himself. maybe an SMS? or some kind of message?"

Shelly presses her lips to your hair. and you can feel her heart beating faster. She's scared for you too.

You nuzzle the collar of her blouse, covering your eyes. the noise of the people around you merges into one melody, your friend's breath is warm and soothing.

"It's time for you to go, Shelly.. Your race is coming soon"

You speak so softly, but she hears, she doesn't pull away from you, stays by your side for a few more long seconds before slowly and carefully breaking away from you.

"if you want.. I can ask Jay Jo or Dom Kang to walk you home."

Shelly frowns when she thinks about you. about how late you come home because of your evening job. she really just wants to believe that you get too tired and wrap your thoughts around it. She doesn't want to believe that you're in danger every night. She's too scared for you.

"don't..."

You mumble softly. The idea of asking boys to walk you home is appealing, but distracting them so often? This is arrogance.

"I'll talk to them."

Shelly says this, her tone leaves no arguments against it, as she turns towards the Hummingbird, waves gently at you, and turns her head to leave and get ready for the race.

You look at her back before standing up from the curb and walking towards the stands. you get so stuck in your incoherent stream of thoughts that the noise of other viewers is almost inaudible to you. and when you bump into someone's shoulder, you don't even react right away, before you raise your head and meet a pair of gray eyes. They're cold, piercing, and it sends shivers down your spine.

But what if the desire to do evil Will it get a little stronger?

"Be careful."

If there's a gun on the wall So someone's going to die.

you can see how the mask on his face moves when he tells you. you shudder at the voice, looking at it and gulping for air.

"I'm sorry.."

You bow your head, muttering to yourself, and try to walk around him to get to the stands.

"You don't look good"

You turn your head to look at him, he's studying you so intently. His eyes roam over your face, as if he wants to memorize every detail of you.

"..it's hot in here"

That's the only thing you can think of to justify yourself. Have your thoughts eaten you up so much that you look pale now?

I know what you drink. Who are you sleeping with, what are you lying about

"Come on, I'll give you some water."

How your days dragged on Without tears, without life, without love

He turns around right away, keeps his hands in his pockets. You look at his back before you take a step and follow him.

But what if the desire to do evil Will it get a little stronger?

and you feel a pull in your stomach. but it's not the butterflies that create a pleasant feeling. It's something else, something more weightless. It's like a shadow that's always there for you. and you follow him, as if you are mesmerized by his back.

If the gun is loaded So it's too late

that's why you can't see how his mask on his face moves when his mouth opens into that big smile, baring his teeth in delight.

"I'm so tired today.."

You take off your shoes and drop your bag somewhere near the front door when Hyuk enters right behind you.

"I told you to stop taking so many shifts on a side job."

he closes the front door behind him, turns the lock, lowers the mask from his face to his chin and looks at you, squints his eyes.

"I can help you with the money, you know that"

you smile softly at him, turning your head in his direction.

"No, I'm fine, I can-"

"no. I'm serious."

he takes a step closer, bends his body towards yours to leave a long soft kiss on your forehead.

We're tied to each other.

"I don't want my girlfriend to work that hard."

We are with you yes we are with you. We are with you yes we are with you

You snort softly, your lips stretching into a big smile as you tilt your head closer to his body, nuzzling his shoulder.

But what if the urge to do evil. Will he become a little stronger than me?

"It's so peaceful with you."

I'm the unlucky one. I can't resist

you whisper, barely raising your voice, but Hyuk hears, hugs you tightly and warmly behind your back. now you feel safe, so good around him, and no more feeling of being followed in your direction and that look at your back.

because now that gaze is directed at your face right now.

But you won't know it.

You don't need to know that.

not now.

Maybe later, when he takes your wings and leaves you by his side. For good.

so that you can only look at him.

After all, his gaze has been on you for so long.

But right now, he's just holding you in his arms, and then he'll make you your favorite ramen when you're in the shower. and soon you will fall asleep in your bed next to him, feeling his warm chest on your back and his arms around your waist.

and a pair of his gray eyes will be glued to the back of your head for a while before he closes his eyes and falls asleep next to you.

But what if the urge to do evil. Will he become a little stronger than me? If you picked up a gun So be ready to shoot

[claraoswalds]

#mrs flood who are you: time lord edition

[killjoy-prince]

DAYBREAK MENTION FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 65 CHAPTERS!!! BABYGIRL I MISS YOUUUU

[reignpage]

State of Affairs

ꕤ Ever wondered how the room looks after a whole night of fun with each jjk men?

Gojo

ꕤ Scent: Fruity due to the strawberry mochi lube you used. How did he get strawberry mochi flavoured lube? He's Gojo Satoru; don't worry about it. There's an underlying saltiness in the air, more from his cum which stains the sheets, than anything else. It's an intoxicating smell reminding both of you of all the dirty things you got up to, and one sniff the morning after is all Satoru needs to get going again.

ꕤ Messiness: The mess is all over the house. Pots and pans on the floor in the kitchen, tower of rolls of tissue paper knocked over, towels on the floor, in the bathroom, throw pillows torn open with the stuffing all over the ground in the living room, and there are handprints and oily residue all over the windows, tables and walls. The party had spread to all the rooms in the house and ended in your bedroom.

ꕤ Toys: Quite fond of anal, there are beads hanging around somewhere, thoroughly used and thoroughly traumatised. Despite knowing how easily he could get out of them, fluffy handcuffs, broken in two, are on the bed — one on your ankle and the other on Satoru's wrist.

ꕤ Positioning: Spread eagle, Satoru's gangly limbs threaten to push you completely off the bed. He's got a foot shoved up your ass and a fist to your face, taking up more than three quarters of the space with the blankets kicked off, leaving you cold and shivering. Eventually, he'll groggily wake up at the crack of dawn, yawn and stretch, and then grin. He thinks you've never looked prettier still swollen from the night before and completely relaxed. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he pulls you into him and spoons you from behind, burying his nose into your hair.

Geto

ꕤ Scent: Oddly enough, there's not a strong overwhelming scent of sex. There's a tanginess to the air, for sure, but the clearest scent comes from the cigarette he's smoking or has just smoked, wafting in from the balcony. It also just smells like his precious hair mask.

ꕤ Messiness: Mildly messy, your shared room has certainly seen better days. Clothes are strewn haphazardly all over the floor, used condoms either just about hanging off the rim of the nearby trash can or lying at the foot of it, on account of Suguru throwing without looking, intent on keeping his eyes on you, devouring your beautiful expressions. The sheets are carefully placed on top of your body, shielding you from the coldness. Don't be fooled though — if someone shined a black light on the room, it'd look like a crime scene.

ꕤ Toys: A blindfold...folded neatly on the bedside table.

ꕤ Positioning: He's lying on his back with you tucked into his side, snoozing. Absentmindedly and unable to sleep, he pats your head, feeling comforted by your warmth. You've got a leg thrown over his, warm and wet pussy pressed to his thigh. He grinds it ever so slightly against your cunt and smiles softly when you moan in your sleep.

Choso

ꕤ Scent: There's a thick, toxic cloud of sex suffocating anyone who's unfortunate enough to wander in. It smells of pussy juice, dried salty cum, sweat from a marathon runner, and a wild mix of all sorts of flavoured lube.

ꕤ Messiness: Super messy. Disastrous even. Bottles of lube spill on the floor, on the bed, and on the bedside table. Clothes are all over the place, panties covering a plushie, boxers in a glass of water, blankets on the floor, and bedsheet clinging to just one corner of the bed. Scrunched up tissues cover the floor like rose petals on Valetine's Day. So do the used condoms. The legs of the bed have given up and the mattress has slid ever so slightly on the floor, completely soaked and unusable. There are even polaroid pictures of you scattered across the room, some stained with cum and the others just soaked through.

ꕤ Toys: Literal stuffed toys were used. The nose of your teddy bear is soaked...

ꕤ Positioning: Having fallen asleep in the sixty-nine position, your head is at his dick, balls up your nose, and his chin pokes at your pussy. He has a hand groping your ass in his sleep, drool down his chin and nose twitching. Still asleep, his senses lead him to the delicious scent he keeps smelling, lazily making out with your pussy again, making mhm noises.

Toji

ꕤ Scent: Dirty. Dirty. Dirty. It smells like someone was thoroughly fucked. It smells like tears, a flood of cum, and no regrets. There's nothing clumsy about the scent — no spilled lube or fancy, experimental condoms. This is man and woman meeting in the most raw way. Au natural baby.

ꕤ Messiness: Contained chaos, one could say. It's messy but only in the places you had sex at, which to be fair was...everywhere. Your clothes are all ripped up, so are your panties, and they hang like streamers on the lamps, on desks and drawers, even on picture frames of your family. Sorry Mom (I'd say 'Sorry Dad' too but let's be honest, if you're a Toji kinda girl, you probably don't have one). The thinnest condoms man could invent have been used and no attempts to throw them out have been made. In fact, you're pretty sure at some point, he made you suck on one of them...

ꕤ Toys: Again, au natural. Bay. Bee. The toys he used were those beefy arms of his, choking you into making slutty confessions like, you'll never want any other cock than his or how you want to be filled with his cum 24/7 in all your holes.

ꕤ Positioning: Toji's lying on his back, one hand on his balls and the other holding you to him. You're facing away, cuddling up on the arm he's wrapped around you just so he can hold a tit, jiggling it whilst asleep like the weight keeps him grounded. It's a great position to wake up in actually because then he can lift one of your legs and insert himself from behind.

Nanami

ꕤ Scent: Floral. It smells like heaven. No, really. He lit some candles to set the scene, not that he needed to, but he just wanted to find a time to use it. It barely covers up the smell of sex though— the kind of sex no married couple has. Just one sniff tells the story of two people filled with so much love and adoration fucking like they absolutely hate each other's guts.

ꕤ Messiness: Not very messy at all. The mess is mostly contained to the bed. The rest of the room is untouched — Kento never let you out of bed, not even for a second, not to pee or eat, and certainly not to take a break. Moreover, because no condoms had been used, most of the mess has pooled between your legs. Thankfully, your sweet husband remembered just how much you hate cleaning up so he kept you plugged all night with his fingers. It'll be a waste otherwise, he thought. Eventually, when you're both ready to start the day, he'll do all the clean up, starting with his tongue on your pussy.

ꕤ Toys: Does a costume count as a toy? Well, he did use a vibrator on you at one point. But the main event had really been the maid costume you put on, fit with a collar he couldn't stop looking at. It had stayed on for most of the time, the skirt flipped over your hips so he can ram inside you and hear the slapping of skin. By morning time, it was soaked in sweat and cum and hanging by a thread, barely covering any inch of skin.

ꕤ Positioning: You're cuddling into each other, his chin resting on top of your head, your face in his chest, legs tangled and arms holding each other tight. From the sight alone, none would know the nasty bumping and grinding your bodies had gotten up to the night before.

Sukuna

ꕤ Scent: Like something had been burnt the whole night. It almost smells like incense, with the smoke and subtle scent of sweet musk permeating the air. Overpowering and overwhelming, the entire hallway estate would have to be cleared like the radiation could somehow burn the servants' skin.

ꕤ Messiness: At this point, it's not messiness but rather complete and utter devastation. No furniture was spared. The entire decor would have to be replaced by expert renovators. There are holes in walls, dents in the floor, glass shattered on every surfaces, the bed looks like it's been disassembled by a giant baby, and there are scorch marks as far as the eye can see in every room, on every wall, and in every corner. It looks like the whole estate had been used as a rage room.

ꕤ Toys: A tangle of red rope hangs from the ceiling, just as you had been the night before. He doesn't care for vibrators (annoying little things) or handcuffs (useless inventions and if you wanted to be restrained so badly, he can, and does, use two of his four arms to keep your limbs tied up).

ꕤ Positioning: You're lying on him, using him as a bed, in the garden. One of his hands cradles your head, another is petting your back, one cups your ass, and the last is fitting his cock back inside your pussy. He's warm and was able to shield you from the cold of the outdoors and best believe his malevolent aura was warding off any bugs. The sun is rising and Sukuna curses it, irritated by the fact that its bright light will rouse you from slumber, but at least, he supposes, he can devour you all over again.

[cumironi]

A BRAT IS ALL I WANT ！

TOJI FUSHIGURO has a breeding kink, and you’ll be damned if you give into it! but in reality, he just wants to start a family with you.

warning. husband! toji fushiguro, breeding kink, ōral ( m! receiving ), fingering, nipple-playing, dirty talk, pet names, name-calling.

wc. 4,5k | in this megumi wasn't born yet.

sure, you loved being toji fushiguro's wife. however, he sure knows how to get your nerves screaming. your birth control switched out for ibuprofen, holes in condoms, fucking you raw in your sleep even!

“c’mon baby.. i want a brat…”

toji drawls, so sexy and arrogant. you absolutely fume, straddling his lap as he gives you that big, scarred, smile. he has a breeding kink, and you’ll be damned if you give into it!

“let me fuck you raw again, baby…”

you glare at him defiantly, hands on your hips as you straddle his lap. “absolutely not, toji! we've been over this. i'm not ready for a kid right now.”

he just grins up at you cockily, large hands gripping your waist. “aw c'mon babe, don't be like that. you know you love feeling my cum flood your tight little pussy.” is thumbs rub circles on your lower belly. “and i know you'll look so damn hot all round and glowing with my baby growing inside you."

you scowl and try to wriggle off his lap but he holds you firmly in place, erection pressing insistently against your ass. “unhand me, you brute!” you demand haughtily, “i won't be bred against my will!”

his eyes gleam with mischief and lust, hands tightening around your waist as he chuckles deeply. “oh, but darling... i think you're enjoying this way more than you let on,” he teases, nipping lightly at your earlobe.

his fingers trail down towards your thighs, deftly slipping under the hem of your skirt to tease along your inner thigh. “besides, who said anything about doing it against your will? i just wanna see those pretty tits swell up with milk and feel our son kicking inside ya...”

with a swift movement, he flips you onto your back on the couch before you can react, pinning you beneath his heavy frame. his breath is warm against your neck as he whispers huskily, “now why don't we make ourselves comfortable while we discuss this further?”

“you're such an infuriating man!” you huff indignantly, squirming underneath him despite yourself. “fine then, if i have to do this, you better make it worth my while!”

your hands reach up to claw at his chest, nails digging into the hard muscle there as you push against him. the firmness of his body pressed against yours sends shivers through your spine. “show me what else you can do besides getting me pregnant...”

he smirks down at you, clearly pleased with your response. “is that so?” he murmurs seductively, trailing kisses along your jawline until he reaches your lips.

his tongue slips past them in a dominant sweep that leaves no room for argument. one hand moves from your hip to cup one of your breasts over the fabric of your shirt, thumb rubbing over the hardened nipple through the material.

“you've got quite the mouth on you when you're angry,” he growls approvingly before pulling away slightly to admire his handiwork— the flush spreading across your cheeks and chest. “but don’t worry baby... i plan on showing you plenty tonight.”

your breath catches in your throat as he continues his assault on your senses. you arch up into his touch, nipples pebbling harder against the palm of his hand.

“arrogant bastard...” you gasp out between moans, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity despite the heat pooling between your legs.

but it’s futile— every brush of his skin against yours sets fire to your veins and makes your heart race faster. the sight of him looming above you like this, so powerful yet so gentle at times... it drives you wild.

“just remember this next time you decide to play doctor without consent,” you manage to say through gritted teeth before biting down on your lip hard enough to taste blood. he chuckles darkly at your words, but doesn't stop what he's doing. instead, his other hand slides down from your waist to grip your thigh tightly.

“oh, i'll remember alright,” he promises huskily before leaning down to capture another kiss from you.

his free hand slips beneath your shirt to find bare skin, tracing up along your ribcage until he reaches your breast once more. this time though, there's no barrier between them— only soft flesh meeting rough fingertips.

“feel good?” he asks teasingly as he rolls your nipple between two fingers causing sparks to shoot straight down to your core. the sensation of his touch on your bare skin sends shockwaves through you. a low whimper escapes from deep within your throat as he teases your sensitive nipple.

“too good,” you admit breathlessly, tilting your head back against the cushioned couch back. your hips instinctively buck upwards seeking friction against nothing but air. the need for something— anything— to fill that empty ache gnawing at you becomes almost unbearable.

“just because i say yes doesn't mean you get to take advantage of me,” you pant out weakly, trying desperately to keep hold of whatever shred of control left over. but with each stroke of his fingers over your heated flesh, it feels less like a warning and more like an invitation into pleasureland.

a wicked grin spreads across his face at your words. “take advantage? me?” he questions mockingly, though there's a glint of amusement in his eyes.

slowly, deliberately, he starts to slide downwards— kissing and licking a path along your collarbone before dipping lower still until he reaches the swell of your breasts. “i think we both know who's really in charge here,” he rumbles against your skin, hot breath ghosting over one hardened peak, “and it ain't you.”

without warning, he takes the sensitive bud into his mouth and sucks hard— tongue swirling around it torturously slow while his hand continues its ministrations on the other side.

a sharp cry tears itself from your lips as waves of pleasure crash over you. his mouth on your breast feels incredible; too much so for comfort. your fingers tangle into his hair, holding him close against you. despite everything you’ve been saying, it’s clear that you’re losing ground fast.

“don't stop...” you breathe out heavily, unable to deny him anymore.

even though part of you knows this isn't fair— that he's manipulating things to get exactly what he wants— another part relishes in being taken care of like this. and god help you, but it feels amazing.

“oh, fuck! just please...”

he hums in approval against your breast, the vibration sending jolts of electricity straight to your core. “that's it, sweetheart,” he coaxes, releasing your nipple with a wet pop before moving to lavish attention on its twin. “just let go and enjoy it. you know you love when i take charge.”

his hands roam your body possessively, palming your curves and squeezing roughly enough to leave marks. when he finally pulls back to gaze down at you, his expression is pure sin— dark eyes blazing with hunger and dominance.

“now, where were we?” he muses, voice dripping with promise as he starts to unbutton his shirt— revealing chiseled abs and a scattering of scars. “why don't you show me just how grateful you are for my attention?” he suggests, fingers already working to undo his belt buckle.

the sight of him undressing, even partially, sends a surge of arousal coursing through your veins. your breath hitches in anticipation as he leans closer again. “like this?” you ask, reaching out to trace a finger down his chest, feeling the ridges of muscles ripple beneath your touch.

your hand dips lower, brushing against the bulge straining against his pants. a smirk curls your lips at the feel of him throbbing beneath your fingertips. “or maybe like this?” you whisper suggestively, giving his hardness a firm squeeze through the fabric. his bulge feels heavy on your palm.

he lets out a low groan at your touch, hips jerking forward involuntarily as you fondle him through his pants. “that's it, baby,” he encourages, his own hands coming up to cup your breasts again, kneading them roughly. “get me nice and hard for you.”

with a swift motion, he frees himself from his trousers, allowing his thick cock to spring forth. it stands proud and erect, the tip glistening with pre-cum. “now why don't you put that clever mouth of yours to good use?” he commands, stroking himself slowly as he watches you with hungry eyes.

“lick it clean first, then take me deep inside that sweet little throat of yours. show me how much you want to be bred by me, my love.” the sight of his impressive erection makes your mouth water. with shaky hands, you reach out to wrap your fingers around his shaft. he's warm and solid in your grasp— a tangible proof of his arousal. you can't resist leaning in to lap at the precum beading at the tip, savoring the salty-sweet flavor.

leaning forward, you press a lingering kiss onto the head of his cock before taking it into your mouth. the salty-sweet flavor explodes on your tongue as you start to suck gently. “mmm, tastes good,” you murmur appreciatively before wrapping your lips around the head of his cock and sucking gently.

as you begin to bob your head, taking him deeper into your warm, wet mouth with each pass, you feel yourself getting lost in the sensation. his musky scent fills your nostrils, and the weight of him on your tongue is intoxicating.

you hollow your cheeks and suck harder, determined to please him. your hand comes up to fondle his heavy balls, rolling them in your palm as you work his shaft with increasing enthusiasm.

you bob your head back and forth, taking as much of him as possible into your warm cavernous space. each stroke sends tremors rippling through your body making it difficult to concentrate on anything else besides pleasing him right now.

a low, guttural moan escapes his lips as you take him deeper, the sound vibrating through you as you suck. his fingers tangle in your hair, guiding your movements.

“fucking hell, just like that,” he growls, thrusting shallowly into your mouth as you work him over, “such a good little cocksucker, aren't you?”

he rocks his hips in time with your bobbing head, fucking your face with increasing urgency. the sight of your lips stretched tight around his girth, the way your cheeks hollow with each suck, is almost too much to bear. “you're going to make me cum so hard down your throat if you keep this up,” he warns, voice strained with pleasure. “ready to swallow every drop like a good girl?” his pace quickens, driving himself deeper with each thrust.

your nose presses against his pubic bone as he hits the back of your throat, the pressure building with each thrust. tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the intensity, but you don't dare pull away.

“mmph!” you gag slightly as he bottoms out, but quickly recover, relaxing your throat to take him even deeper. the vibrations of your muffled moans add to the sensations as you continue to suck and lick at his shaft.

your free hand slides up his abdomen to tease his nipples, pinching and rolling them between your fingers as you service him. the dual stimulation of your mouth and hands pushes you closer to the edge, your own arousal building rapidly.

you look up at him through tear-filled eyes, watching his face contort in pleasure as you work him over. his hips buck wildly, driven by instinct alone as you manage to take him impossibly deep. the sight of those full lips wrapped tightly around his cock, trembling from effort and pleasure— it's all too much.

“oh fuck, right there...” he grunts out, eyes locked onto yours, “that's it, swallow every inch.”

with a final powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt in your throat. he holds there for a moment longer than necessary, letting you adjust before beginning to move again.

“gonna fill you up soon,” he whispers hoarsely, his control slipping as ecstasy floods through him. his strokes become erratic as he teeters on the brink of release.

“just... just a bit more, my l-love...”

the feeling of him pulsing against your tongue is exquisite, his impending climax evident in the way his cock throbs and twitches in your mouth. you double your efforts, sucking harder and faster as you sense his orgasm approaching.

your throat constricts around him rhythmically as you swallow, milking his shaft for all it's worth. drool escapes from the corners of your stretched lips, dripping down your chin and onto your heaving breasts.

you can feel your own arousal building to a fever pitch, your core clenching around nothing as you imagine him filling you up with his seed. the thought alone nearly pushes you over the edge. but you hold off, determined to make him come first. you want to taste his essence, to feel him pulse and twitch in your mouth as he finds his release.

with a guttural groan, he slams home one last time, holding you in place as his cock erupts in your mouth. thick ropes of hot cum coat your tongue, flooding your senses with the intense flavor of his release.

“fuuuckkk!” he bellows, eyes rolling back in bliss as he rides out his orgasm. his grip on your hair tightens, not painful but insistent, keeping you still as he empties himself into your eager mouth. wave after wave of his seed pulses across your taste buds, each spurt a testament to his pleasure. finally, with a shuddering gasp, he stills, his cock softening slightly within the confines of your lips.

“swallow it all, baby,” he orders, voice husky with satisfaction, “every last drop belongs to you now.”

you eagerly swallow every last drop of his cum, savoring the taste as it coats your tongue and slips down your throat. his seed is potent and rich, leaving an unmistakable warmth spreading throughout your belly.

reluctantly releasing him from your mouth, you sit back on your heels, panting heavily. your lips are swollen and bruised from their vigorous use, a satisfied smile curving them despite the discomfort.

you reach up to wipe away some of the drool trickling down your chin, smearing it over your cleavage instead. looking up at him through half-lidded eyes filled with lust and satisfaction, “did i do okay?”

he looks down at you, chest heaving with each breath as he fights to regain his composure. a satisfied smirk plays on his lips as he takes in the sight of you, flushed and disheveled.

“you always did, baby,” he replies, voice rough with residual pleasure, “best damn blowjob i've ever had.” he reaches out to run a finger along your jawline, tracing the path of a single tear that has managed to escape. his touch is surprisingly gentle given the intensity of what just transpired.

“but we're not done yet,“ he adds with a predatory gleam in his eye, “it's my turn to breed you now.” without waiting for further response, he pulls you towards him until you're straddling his lap once more. his cock is already starting to stir again, eager for another round. you wrap your arms around him, smiling so beautifully just like how you are, his sweet, sweet little wife.

feeling your arms encircle him, toji lets out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling through his chest. his hands roam over your body, taking delight in the softness of your skin beneath his calloused palms.

“i'm glad you're mine,” he murmurs into your ear, nipping gently at the lobe, “i plan on making you feel very well taken care of.” his hands slide lower, pulling your hips flush against his growing erection. the sensation makes him groan in anticipation.

“so let's get started, shall we?”

you giggle softly, leaning in to press your lips to his in a tender kiss. as you pull back, you whisper, “i love being yours, toji. show me how much.” emboldened by your words, you begin to grind against him, your slick heat coating his length through the fabric of your underwear. the friction sends sparks of pleasure coursing through you, stoking the flames of desire even higher.

he captures your lips again in a searing kiss, tongue delving deep to claim every inch of your mouth. when you break apart, panting, he grips your hips firmly and begins to rock you against him, the motion deliberate and slow.

“that's it, ride my cock,” he commands, voice thick with need, “let me feel that sweet pussy of yours rubbing against me.” his hands slide under your shirt, palming your breasts roughly as he continues to grind you against his hardness. the sensation is maddening, each pass sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

“fuck, you're soaked,” he growls, breaking the kiss to trail biting kisses down your neck, “can't wait to bury myself inside you and fill you up.”

you moan loudly, the sensation of his hard cock pressing against your clit driving you wild. you arch your back, pushing your breasts further into his grasp as he tweaks and rolls your sensitive nipples. you can hardly stand it anymore; the need to have him inside you is overwhelming. you start to move faster against him, desperate for more contact.

“oh god, toji,” you whimper, looking into his eyes, “please, i need you... need you to fuck me.”

hearing your plea, toji's restraint snaps. with a swift movement, he stands up, carrying you effortlessly in his arms. he strides towards the bed, laying you down upon it with surprising gentleness considering the urgency of his actions.

“you'll get exactly what you ask for,” he promises, yanking down your panties with a rough tug. his gaze falls upon your glistening folds, wet and ready for him.

positioning himself between your thighs, he lines up his throbbing member at your entrance. without another word, he plunges deep inside you, stretching and filling you completely. “fucking perfect,” he grunts out, beginning to set a punishing pace. each thrust drives him deeper, hitting spots within you that make stars burst behind your eyelids.

a loud cry tears itself from your throat as he fills you entirely, stretching your walls deliciously. the sensation is overwhelming, causing your entire body to shake.

“oh, t-toji, baby..” you plead desperately, wrapping your legs around his waist to draw him even deeper if possible. every stroke hits just right, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails scratching lightly over his skin as you cling to him for support. you can't help but buck up to meet each of his powerful thrusts, desperate to take everything he offers.

he growls in approval, loving the way you claw at him as he pounds into your willing body. the sound of your cries and the sight of your breasts bouncing with each forceful thrust only spur him on.

“look at me,” he demands, his voice thick with lust, “want to see those pretty eyes when i breed you.” his hands grip your hips tightly, anchoring you to him while he drives into you mercilessly. the slap of flesh echoes around the room, punctuating the symphony of moans and groans.

as he watches your face contort with pleasure, toji leans down to capture a nipple between his teeth, nibbling harshly before soothing it with a flick of his tongue. you obey instantly, meeting his gaze with wide, lust-filled eyes. the combination of his commanding presence and the raw pleasure he's giving you leaves you breathless.

“oh fuck, toji...” your voice trails off into a series of broken whimpers as he teases your nipple. the dual sensations of his cock pounding into you and his teeth grazing your sensitive bud send shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your veins.

your inner walls clench around him involuntarily, trying to milk him for all he's worth. but it's clear that you're far from finished; there's still so much more you want from this dominant man.

feeling your walls flutter around him, toji can't hold back a satisfied grunt. he releases your breast with a pop, watching as a bead of blood appears where he'd been sucking. “good girl,” he praises, slapping your thigh lightly for emphasis, “keep coming for me.”

with renewed vigor, he starts slamming into you harder than before. each thrust goes deeper than the last, aimed directly at that spot inside you that makes stars dance across your vision. the bed creaks under their combined weight as he picks up speed, driven by pure instinct and carnal desire.

the sharp sting of pain from his bite quickly gives way to intense pleasure as he pounds into you relentlessly. your body bows off the mattress with each brutal thrust, helpless to resist the onslaught of sensation.

“o-oh god, oh god!“ you whimpering, your voice hoarse from crying out in ecstasy. your mind blanks, consumed solely by the primal urge to be filled, claimed, bred. you lock your ankles behind his back, using every ounce of strength to pull him impossibly deeper. your hips rise to meet his, creating a frenzied rhythm that threatens to shatter you completely.

the feeling of you wrapping yourself around him, urging him on, pushes roji closer to the edge. he feels your body tensing beneath him, signaling that you’re nearing your climax. “that's it,” he encourages through gritted teeth, “come for me, show me how much you love being fucked by your husband.”

his thrusts become erratic as he chases his own release. the thought of filling you with his seed fuels his arousal further. “going to breed you so good,” he vows before capturing your lips once more in a bruising kiss. the intensity of his words coupled with the relentless pace of his thrusts sends you spiraling into oblivion. a scream rips from your throat as your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave.

“i'm cumming!“ you cry out, your body convulsing around his cock as waves of pleasure rip through you. your juices coat his shaft, slickening the path for him to find his own release. your inner muscles clench and unclench rhythmically, milking him for all he’s worth. you can barely form coherent thoughts; all that remains is raw, animalistic pleasure.

feeling your pussy spasm around him triggers toji's own climax. with a guttural roar, he buries himself to the hilt and unleashes a torrent of hot semen deep inside you. “take it all, my wife,” he growls, his hips jerking erratically as he pumps you full of his essence. the sensation of his cum flooding your womb sends shivers down his spine.”

as the final pulses of his orgasm subside, toji collapses onto you, his heavy chest heaving against your own. he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, marking you with gentle bites and whispers of praise. panting heavily, you bask in the afterglow of your intense coupling. feeling toji's warm seed fill you to the brim brings a sense of satisfaction and completion.

“handsome,” you murmur contentedly, running your fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. embracing the intimacy of the moment, you wrap your arms around him, holding him close as he recovers. your bodies remain joined, the evidence of his claim still dripping from your entwined forms.

toji hums in pleasure at your touch, nuzzling deeper into your embrace. he presses a soft kiss to your pulse point, savoring the taste of your skin.

“mmm, you're beautiful too, the most beautiful,” he murmurs, slowly rolling you to your sides. even in this position, he remains buried inside you, his softening cock still nestled in your warmth. gently, he begins to rock against you, stirring the mix of his cum and your juices within your shared depths. he action sends pleasant tingles through both of you, prolonging the intimate connection.

“this was perfect,” he says, his voice low and satisfied, “just what we both needed.”

your body responds eagerly to his movements, each subtle shift reigniting the embers of pleasure within you. you let out a blissful sigh, enjoying the lazy rhythm you've fallen into. “it was...more than perfect,” you agree, a smile curving your lips despite the exhaustion settling in. the tender affection mixed with the lingering heat of your lovemaking leaves you feeling cherished and utterly fulfilled.

as the minutes stretch on, you find yourself reluctant to break away from this sweet, languid closeness. it's moments like these that make you realize just how deeply you adore your husband— in every way imaginable.

toji gazes at you adoringly, taking in the blissful expression on your face. he reaches up to brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead, his touch feather-light and reverent.

“i love seeing you like this,” he confesses softly, “satisfied and happy in my arms.” he pauses, his expression turning thoughtful. “i think it's time we started planning our family, don't you? we could have a few more little ones running around, keeping us busy and on our toes.”

the suggestion is made with a playful glint in his eye, but there's an underlying seriousness to his words. toji wants to build a life filled with love, passion, and children— and he intends to start that process soon. at the mention of starting a family, your heart swells with joy. the idea of carrying another child conceived in such passionate, loving circumstances fills you with excitement.

“you know i've always wanted that,” you reply, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his lips, “a house full of laughter and love...and maybe some mischief too, maybe later,”

the prospect of growing their family together stirs something deep within you. not just physical attraction, but emotional commitment— a bond forged not only between lovers but also parents-to-be. “but for now,” you continue, tracing idle patterns on his chest, “let's just enjoy this moment. our private paradise.”

hearing your agreement, toji smirks, his eyes sparkling with delight. he captures your wandering hand and brings it to his lips for a kiss.

“a private paradise sounds ideal,” he agrees, nipping gently at your fingertips, “but i suppose we should get moving eventually.” despite his words, there's no urgency in his tone. Instead, he seems content to simply stay here with you— lost in each other's company until reality comes knocking.

“but first,” he adds, pulling you closer until your breasts press against his chest, “i need to make sure you're thoroughly satisfied.”

a soft chuckle escapes your lips at his declaration. the idea of being thoroughly satisfied by your husband is quite appealing indeed. “oh, i think i am,” you purr, rubbing your thighs together to alleviate the residual ache left by their earlier activities, “but if you insist...“

you arch your back slightly, pressing even harder against him. the sensation of his semi-hard member still nestled inside you sends delightful sparks of pleasure coursing through your veins. “just one more round?” you tease, batting your eyelashes playfully.

toji's smirk widens at your teasing words, his dark eyes gleaming with lustful intent. he rolls you onto your back, positioning himself above you with a predatory grace.

“one more round it is then,” he declares, beginning to move again, leaning closer to kiss your forehead. his renewed thrusts are slow and deliberate, designed to draw out every last drop of pleasure from both of you.

each stroke sends jolts of pleasure radiating throughout your body. the combination of his weight pressing down on you and the steady rhythm of his hips driving into yours creates an intoxicating blend of sensations.

“and when we're done,” he promises huskily, “we'll start planning our future...together.”

[sluturu]

GAG ON IT .ᐟ — N. KENTO ୨‧₊˚✩

about. the only thing you want more than anything in the world is to get your boyfriend off but… you don't know how. luckily, nanami kento is a great teacher.

pairing. nanami kento x f!reader (non-sorcerer au)

wc. 2.6k

cw. dom!nanami, sub!virgin reader, (messy) oral (m. receiving), humiliation kink (if you squint), reader has a heavy praise kink, f!masturbation, pet names, face f!cking + deepthroating, head-pusher nanamin <3, slight angst (again, if you squint), reader is kinda insecure about lack of experience, lots of praise and validation ♡

kit’s note. hi, i'm (sorta) new here so pls forgive my writing and any mistakes... i haven't written in, like, 84 years and this really wasn’t supposed to be as long as it is. nonetheless, i hope u enjoy my very first jjk fic — kit ୨ৎ

nanami kento was one sexually experienced man. 

you knew this. from the very first glance, it was undeniable. something in the way he carried himself, the gravity of his presence, told you—no, assured you—that he would unravel you, reshape you, and leave his mark in ways you couldn’t yet comprehend.

and, of course, you were correct.

you, however, were his perfect contradiction, a stark contrast that bled into everything you had built together, evident in every moment, every choice, every collision of your worlds.

nanami was your first boyfriend, and while school had offered its version of ‘sex education’ and the internet had no shortage of explicit material, none of it had ever translated into real experience—well, until him.

you’ve been turned on before, no doubt about it. you’ve given yourself a few weak orgasms with an amazon vibrator, sure. but the carnal desire you got when nanami was around was a feeling you’d never experienced before. how could a man be so hot and sweet and turn you on without even trying? he was perfect. beyond perfect. 

and he was respectful. always so respectful. he wanted your first time to be everything you’ve ever dreamed of because he knows that’s what everyone deserves– it’s what you, above all, deserve. that’s why he decided to take it slow regardless of his personal desires. 

it started with soft pecks. the teeny tiny ones that had you aching for more. those slowly led to real kisses, his tongue seeking solace in your mouth, roaming and exploring the new territory. then came the make out sessions, him leaving love bites on your neck while you rocked yourself against him subconsciously. which finally verged on him eating you out with his thick, long fingers fucking in and out of your cunt. 

he was amazing– so mind-boggling that you couldn’t make sense of it. while you knew that he knew what he was doing, it had you appalled. he could make you cum one, two, three times in one sitting and you’ve never even heard of anything like this in your friends’ sex lives. 

there was one miniscule problem with nanami, though. when you would ask if he needed help with the big… issue in his pants, he’d brush you off with a “don’t worry about me, sweetheart,” like the gentleman he is.

the more and more he refused your helping hand, the worse you felt. why should you be the only one that gets to feel good? especially when it’s at the hand of someone as compassionate and caring as nanami. 

the insecurities had been festering within you for a while now. all you wanted was for him to feel good. you wanted him to have the same toe-curling experiences that he gives you. you wanted him to cum for you, because of you.

you’d hoped that one day, he might ask you for help to get him off, yet that day never came. 

it’s why you decided to take matters into your own hands, asking him to come over to your apartment and dropping to your knees the second he entered your home. you gave him the biggest doe eyes and pout you could muster. 

he was stunned, mouth ajar and eyes widened. you’re not usually so bold with him, which was fine. admittedly, he always thought your aversion to talking about sexual things was kinda cute. 

still awestruck after a minute, he breathily asks, “sweetheart, wh-what are you…” 

“well, ken, i’ve been thinking about you and me a lot lately and i realized… you’re always so giving… ‘n you’re always taking such good care of me.” you shyly trail off him as your hands itched to touch him… to take his cock into your hands– into your mouth. “i wanna take care of you now, if you’d let me?”

“you don’t have to do that, my love. i do those things because i want to, not because i have to. you should know that.” he says, airly. a voice that you’ve only ever heard a handful of times. one that makes your cunt pulse. 

“i know. i jus’ want you to use my mouth, ken. you’re… you’re always making me feel good,” you beg with your eyes. “wanna make you feel good, too.”

“oh, baby,” he smiles softly at you, hand cupping your cheek while his finger brushes over the pout on your lips. “but you always make me feel good.” 

you slightly open your mouth allowing his thumb to enter. your lips wrap around his finger, eyes fluttering close and a broken, needy moan sounding in your throat. you suck the way you’d actually suck him off, hand coming to wrap around his wrist while your tongue swirls around him.

nanami holds back his moan at the sight of you crazed and depraved. he’s seen you needy before but never to this degree. never so eager to please.

“fuck,” he muttered to himself, slipping his thumb out of your mouth and smearing your saliva over your lips. he pulls your bottom lip down, “you want it that bad, princess?”

 you nodded, “please— so bad, kento.” 

and he could never say no to you. especially not when you’re giving him teary eyes and that voice. 

so he nods, unbuttoning his pants and pulling the zipper down. the sound alone excites you, yet you can’t help but feel the apprehension of being face to face with his cock. 

nothing could’ve prepared you for the sight before you. while you’d felt him through his pants during your messy makeout sessions, his intimidating size exceeded your expectations by a mile. you accepted the challenge, nonetheless. 

and now, here you were struggling to take his cock down your throat. and while he’d been praising you like crazy, you knew good and well he wasn’t getting off anytime soon. it’s when he suggested eating you out instead, you knew that your attempts were futile.

“you wanna try again, baby?” nanami coos softly as he strokes the top of your head. “we can stop if you wanna… i can eat that pretty pussy instead, i don’t mind at all.” the suggestion makes your heat throb but you shake your head incessantly. you can do this.

you look up at him through your wet lashes and he twitches in your dainty hand. “i wanna make you cum for once.” the words tumble out of your swollen lips in a mutter. 

he frowns, hands coming back to your cheeks, only this time, the pads of his thumbs meet the wet, heated skin, brushing away the remainder of your tears.

you might be too good for him. you don’t even know how many times the thought of you alone has gotten nanami off. you don’t know how many cold showers he’s had to take, how much self-control it takes to be around you.

he sighs, squishing your face and forces you to look up at him. “alright, sweetheart, open wide for me, yeah? i’ll guide you.” his hands force you to nod. your heart skips a beat and the kaleidoscope of butterflies swarm wildly in your stomach. 

you oblige almost immediately, parting your lips, ready to (try and) take him again. 

“‘kay, we’re gonna go slow. remember to breathe through your nose– and no teeth.” he instructs and you’re nodding, wrapping your pretty lips around his gorgeous length. “i’ll let you lead, you can move your head down a little more when you’re ready, yeah?”

nanami sharply exhales when he feels the warmth of your mouth. heat spreads through his toned body like a wildfire– you drive him crazy. 

even more crazy when you suddenly remember what you’ve seen in the pornos your friends forced you to watch. you look up at him through your lashes, letting your tongue swipe against the slit of his cock. “fuck, that’s it, sweet girl. use that tongue.”

you don’t know why, but the whispered curse that slips from his plump lips– lips that are raw from the way he can’t stop gnawing at them– has you arching into him. your cunt is begging for friction, so much so that it has you weeping. your eyes and your pussy. 

his praise spurs you on and you push your head down some more. it makes you gag, yes, but you remember what he said, breathing heavily through your nose. you’re already crying and looking back up to see his face contorted in pleasure has you taking him deeper and deeper. you need more of these reactions– you don’t think you’ve ever wanted anything more, but that could be the need to please clouding your judgment. 

nanami can’t resist the urge to fuck your cute little face when you look at him like that. the tears… the big, wide eyes trying to keep contact with his eyes… the way you look like a complete, utter mess all for him. 

he moves his hands to dig into your hair before pushing you some more. the tip of his cock gets lodged in your tight throat and he loses it when he feels you attempting to swallow around him.

he throws his head back and lets out an echoing moan. “you’re suuuch a good girl. take my cock so well, pretty. ‘m so p-proud of you.” he praises. “so good f’me, aren’t you?” 

you choke, letting the tears fall without an ounce of shame, but you nod with your mouth full of cock. you could care less about the way he’s actively bruising your throat, you’re making him feel good… and that makes you feel good. so good that you’re subtly fucking the air in hopes your boyfriend doesn’t notice.

“yeaaah, you are…” he hums, looking back down at you, taking him like the good girl you are. of course he notices you, he has a keen eye for these things. “aw, look at you. so needy… ‘s sucking me off getting you hot ‘n bothered?”

you whine in agreement, vibrating him to his core. you choke at the words, spluttering all over his cock creating bubbles of saliva at the base. his hands tug on your hair, pulling you off and it leaves you heaving, soft sobs ripping from your throat. 

“tell me, sweetheart. i wanna make sure my girl is always satisfied.” he demands in a somewhat authoritative tone.

“k-ken, don’t care ‘bout that– i-i wan’ you to cum,” you practically beg to have him back in your mouth, but his hands in your hair hold you still. 

he shakes his head, “uh-uh, none of that. go ahead and play with yourself for me, just like i taught you. you remember that, don’t you, my love?” 

he makes your head nod again, his cock throbbing at the sight of your drool covering the entirety of your chin. 

you let out a shaky breath as your hand moves from his muscular thigh to the waistband of your shorts. as you slip inside, your fingers find your desperate clit, rubbing it in circles the way he taught you. “k-ken, pl-please,” you moan.

he shudders, stomach flipping and cock twitching eagerly like he’s some teenager who’s never been touched. “please what, pretty girl?” he asks, his attempts to mask his neediness were vain and it was starting to show. 

“please, fuck my face, kento. ple–” your words are muffled by nanami shoving his cock back into your mouth. 

he lets his composure fly out the window, the guttural groan he’s been keeping down comes out loud– loud enough to make your eyes widen. “g-god, sweetheart– you’re… you’re gonna drive me–” he pushes your head down, squeezing his eyes shut as you swallow around him again. “insane. fuck, you’re so good, so good for me– fuck, baby, you’re making me feel so good.” 

nanami knows he’ll probably regret rambling like this later, but, unbeknownst to him, it has you rubbing your clit like your life depends on it. messy circles over the unduly sensitive bud while he thrusts into your mouth with just as much vigor. 

you gag and gag and the only thing it does is make nanami whine. he will definitely hate himself later for losing his self control, but right now? he’s madly in love with you and he’s showing it by giving you exactly what you want. pounding his cock into your mouth, using your face just like you asked. 

your eyes roll and brows furrow in ecstasy, the now-familiar knot in your tummy forms with zeal. 

“sweetheart– ugh, forgive me.” he moans, voice cracking handsomely. “fuck, baby. ‘m gonna cum– y-you’re making it so hard to hold back.” 

why would you want him to? that’s the exact opposite of what you want. you try to relay that by snaking your free hand to the back of his thigh and pulling him towards you. 

he hears your actions loud and clear and, before you know it, you feel the ribbons of seed painting your throat as his cock twitches uncontrollably. 

the groans that leave his mouth are sinful. you’ve never heard him sound like this in the entirety of your time together— so unhinged and feral. you find that what’s coming out of his mouth might be your favorite sound ever and it’s definitely become your favorite side of him. the side of nanami where he’s the complete opposite of his otherworldly, chivalrous self. the gentleman you’ve grown to know and love is a hungry, filthy, masked freak and you fear that you’ve just released a beast upon you. not that you mind in the slightest. the thought only excites you further.

“god, you’re such a good fucking girl,” he says through gritted teeth. “so pretty and perfect, all for me. my good girl.” 

your fingers work faster at the praise and your muffled whimpers grow louder. all the while, your mouth overflows with his heavy load and you feel it beginning to leak from the corners of your lips. 

once nanami notices, he pulls himself out of your mouth and you cough, choking over the exorbitant amounts of cum in attempts to swallow all of it. 

“k-ken,” you heave, your voice hoarse. your fingers are still rubbing at your clit, uncoordinated, yet it’s getting the job done. “did i do okay?” 

nanami’s still coming down from his mind blowing orgasm, chest huffing and puffing, but when he hears you seeking validation, he’s on his knees before you in an instant. 

his hand slips in your panties and finds yours, your nimble fingers toying with your bud. 

“so well. now c’mere,” he mutters. his fingers guide yours— he’s simply moving yours for you— and his other hand comes to cup your cheek. hungry for a taste, he slams his lips against yours, tongue invading your mouth despite the fact that he just came in it. 

his fingers move yours faster and faster and you don’t even realize he’s pushing yours aside to take over. 

you’re so weak when it comes to him. with him tonguing your mouth and his fingers working you, it’s no wonder you're coming undone in less than a minute.

you moan a mantra of his name into his, your body going taut as the knot in your tummy unravels. 

he lets you ride it out, playing with your cunt till your shaky hands wrap around his wrist and you pull his hand away. 

he moves his lips to your cheek, trailing wet pecks all the way to your ear. he whispers in your ear, tugging on the lobe with his teeth.

“i might be addicted to your pretty little mouth, sweetheart.”

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[markrosewater]

I want to speak out against the whole push towards DEI. I feel that ever since you made the push to make identity the forefront of a character it has hurt the stories you tell. Captain Sisay's race was never the focus of her character and she was a complete badass! And I fear if you did it over again Gerrard would be trans, black and disabled just because. It also cheapens the stories of world devastation when characters worry more about their gender than Bolas destroying everything.

The reason I started this blog is so we can have frank conversations about things, so please let’s talk about this.

Imagine if every time you turned on the TV or watched a movie, no one looked like you. For some of us, that’s never happened. We see ourselves constantly, so it’s hard to truly understand what not seeing yourself represented in media is like.

I do have a personal window to this experience. While I am white and male, there’s an area where I am the minority - my religion. Jews are just under two and a half percent of the US population. I have had many experiences where I’ve been in situations where everything is geared towards a group I do not belong to, and zero consideration is given that not everyone at that event is part of the majority.

You just feel invisible and like an outsider. It’s not a great feeling. And I just experience it a tiny portion of time, only things that are geared specifically towards something religious. Most minorities have this feeling all the time, whenever they’re outside their personal community.

Now imagine, after years of not seeing yourself ever, you finally see someone that looks like you, but nothing about the character rings remotely true. They don’t sound like you, they don’t act like you, the facts about their day-to-day life are just wrong. It’s clear whoever wrote the character didn’t truly understand the lived experience of the character, so the character feels fake.

You bring up Sisay. Michael Ryan and I didn’t technically create Sisay (she played a small role in the Mirage story), but we did do a lot to flesh out her character as the creators of the Weatherlight Saga. We turned her from a minor character into a major one.

And while I’m proud, in general, of our work on the Weatherlight Saga, I don’t think we did justice to Sisay as a character. Neither Michael nor I have any knowledge of what it’s like to be a black woman. Nor did we ever talk to someone who did.

And if you’re someone like us that has no knowledge of that experience, you probably didn’t notice. But that doesn’t mean it’s a good thing.

Imagine if we made a movie about your life, and we just made everything up. We invented people you never knew, we gave you a job you never had, and we had you say things you’d never say. The movie might even be a good movie, but your response would be, but that’s not my life - that’s not me.

Now imagine we put the movie out, and people that never met you assumed that was what you were like. When people met you for the first time, they assumed things, because, you know, they’d seen the movie.

That’s what misrepresenting people does. It not only makes them feel not seen, it falsely represents them, spreading lies, often stereotypes, making people believe things about them that aren’t true.

Our move towards diversity is just us trying to better reflect the world and the people in it. We’re trying to do to everyone else what a certain portion of people get every day without ever having to think about it.

But why are we “making it the forefront of their character”? We’re not. We’re making it a part of their character. But in a world where you’re not used to ever seeing it, it feels louder than it is. Things that are a natural part of the world that you’re used to feel like the background of the story because you understand the context to it.

If a man kisses his wife before going off to a battle, that’s not a big deal. It’s just a thing a husband might do to his wife when he leaves. It’s not the forefront of his character. It’s just part of his life. But you’ve seen it hundreds of times, so it feels normal.

When someone does something that isn’t your lived experience it pulls focus. It seems like a big deal, but only because it’s new to you. It’s just as mundane a thing to that character as the man kissing his wife is to him.

Even the turn “pushing” implies that it’s unnaturally here, that we’re forcing something that naturally shouldn’t be. But why? That thing exists naturally in the real world, and it doesn’t make the real world any less. Maybe you’re less aware of it, but is making you aware of how others live their life “pushing” something on you?

How you live your life is represented constantly, everywhere. Why isn’t over-representing your experience at the expense of everyone else’s “pushing” it? Why is media only being the experience of those in power the “proper way”?

Having more depth and variety doesn’t lessen stories. It makes them deeper, more rich, more nuanced. In short, it makes them better stories. In my former life, I was a professional writer. I took a lot of writing classes. One of the truism of writing is “speaking truth leads to better stories”.

There’s another famous quote: “When you’re accustomed to privilege, equality feels like oppression.” You’re used to being over-represented, so being a little less over-represented feels like something has been taken from you. But really it hasn’t. Having a better sense of the rest of the world comes with a lot of benefits.

I’ll use food as an example. Let’s say all you were ever exposed to was the food of your heritage. Yeah, that food is really good, but sometimes isn’t it nice to eat foods of other nationalities? Isn’t your life better that you have a choice? Isn’t your exposure and access to the food of other nationalities a positive in your life?

Exposure to variety is a positive. It allows you to learn about things you didn’t know, experience things things you’ve never experienced, and get a better sense of understanding of your friends and neighbors.

Our actions are not to harm anyone, and if you think that’s what we’re doing, please take a minute to actually absorb what I’m saying. You’ve spent your whole life metaphorically eating one type of food, and we’re just trying to show you how much you’ve missed out on.

And while this might not impact you directly, we’re making a whole bunch of people felt seen. We’re bringing joy. Think of it this way. We make a lot of cards. Not every card is for you. But if it makes someone else happy, if they get to include it in a deck, and it makes Magic better for them, how is it harming you that we include it? You have so many cards that you can play.

To this poster or people that share their viewpoint, the narrative that a gain for someone else is an attack on you is just not true. As I just pointed out above, you play a game all about personal choice, about players getting to choose how they play and enjoy the game. Why should life be any different than Magic?

Thanks for reading.

[kitten4sannie]

antithesis

pairing: peter parker/venom! yunho x gf! reader

genre: spider man au, smut

summary: your boyfriend is going through a phase.

w.c: 3.3k (porn with a microscopic amount of plot)

warnings: dom! yunho, sub! reader, venom should have his own warning bc bro is NASTYY (so is yuyu 🤝🏻), partial mind manipulation? on yunho’s part? bc venom is in his head? idk, praise/degradation, pet names/name calling, teasing, fingering, hand kink….,, SIZE KINK., manhandling, pussy eating, tongue kink, raw feral sex (doggy + missionary), bro has a monster cock, also monster fucking!! bc venom takes over <3, cum eating, breeding kink, bulge kink, dacryphilia, mind break, record breaking creampie

a/n: listen …….i LOVE venom, the things i would let venom do to me would set humanity back at least fifty years. NOW VENOM YUNHO ON THE OTHER HAND,, oh boy. boyyyy oh boy. i don’t think i have to explain myself when it comes to that combination bc this fic speaks for itself lol. are you curious now? why don’t you give it a peek then, hm? (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ and then lemme know what you thought of it pretty please? <3

song rec: new woman - lisa feat. rosalía (get it bc he’s a new man - bc of venom - 😼)

fictober 2024

“And just where have you been, Jeong Yunho?” you asked your boyfriend in a more teasing manner than anything, once he snuck in past the sliding glass door of the balcony, getting up from the couch you were waiting restlessly on. When he stood there silently just looking at you through the white eye-shaped sections of his mask, you pouted, nervously wrapping a lock of hair around your finger. “Just be honest with me and I won’t be mad, okay?” 

Despite the lack of sleep, you were ready for him this time. He wasn’t about to casually sneak in or out of the house another night that week without you catching him. Usually, you wouldn’t have been concerned because you were used to him being gone when there was crime taking place or a super villain that needed to be brought to justice, but recently…your boyfriend was acting strange. He was starting to become moody and secretive, opting to brush you off when you asked him about it. Yunho had even taken up using substances in his free time, finding him drunk or high off his ass in the apartment when you got home from work. The final straw was when you came home one night to find him in the kitchen with freshly dyed hair and new piercings he had given himself, a few empty boxes of black hair dye and bloody safety pins laying haphazardly on the kitchen counter. 

Yunho took off his mask and rubbed at his eyes like he was tired, leaving a bit of smeared eyeliner underneath them, before shoving his hands into the pockets of his frayed jacket, the one that was slightly zipped just enough to cover his iconic red suit. 

“She knows about us,” said the annoying parasite that had just recently made a home inside him. “We should eat her.”

“No, I’m not doing that,” Yunho grumbled, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. 

You walked up to him, gently putting a hand on his chest. “Yun, I just wanna know where you were at, that’s all. You know I respect your space,” you murmured, your pout growing slightly, your eyebrows upturned with concern. 

“She’s looking at us with those big round eyes again, Yunho,” Venom told his host, letting out a disgusting groan only he could hear. “It’s gonna make us hard. If we’re not going to eat her, let’s fuck her, at least.” 

“Mingi asked me to take care of some douchebags that had been causing trouble at that new club he works at. That’s all, baby,” Yunho replied softly, reaching down to press the back of his hand against your cheek, before cupping it. He noticed the teary look inside your doe eyes. “Hey, are you okay?” 

You nuzzled into his big warm hand, before reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck to hold your boyfriend close. “I’m fine…I’ve just been worried about you, Yun. You’ve been acting a bit…different.” 

“Let’s show her just how different we’ve become, Yunho,” Venom egged him on, knowing Yunho could feel just how much he wanted to break through the barrier of his host’s mind and take control. “She’ll love it.”

How could he possibly explain to you that he was always in a never-ending battle with a frightening otherworldly parasite that had found its way inside of him? You would be so scared and disgusted, you’d probably never trust him again. He couldn’t risk losing you, not when you were his only anchor to the normal life he desperately craved, and the first person he’s ever felt this strongly about. 

“I’m just going through a phase, I think,” Yunho expressed wholeheartedly, resting his hands around your waist, his thumbs slightly pressing into your hip bones through your sleep shirt, feeling just how delicate you truly were. You were so small compared to him, practically swimming in one of his band t-shirts that you regularly wore to bed; you were so tiny and cute, and…”Malleable,” Venom finished. Yunho couldn’t tell if the parasite was influencing all of his thoughts or if he was just that perverted. 

“Do you wanna talk about it, Yun?” You pressed yourself closer to Yunho, feeling his large hands enclose around your small waist, making you feel a bit dizzy. When he shook his head, you tilted yours, wondering if what you felt pushing against your middle was exactly what you thought it was. “Or, do you want to take me to bed?” 

It had felt like forever since Yunho had touched you, kissed you even. You had almost forgotten what it was like to feel him inside you, filling you up over and over again until his love spilled out. Just the thought alone made your body begin to overheat. Was it wrong of you to take his simple answer at face value? Should you have pushed the issue, instead of letting him push you back into the wall of the hallway? You weren’t sure, but you were just grateful that your boyfriend still wanted you like this. 

“Did punching those guys at the club make you this horny?” you asked playfully, a sudden shiver of pleasure shooting up your spine when Yunho’s warm hands snaked up underneath your shirt and began groping at your tits.

“So horny,” Yunho joked back, watching you instantly melt underneath his touch, a shaky exhale escaping his bobbing throat as he swallowed. 

 “Nnngh, I didn’t know fighting crime did it for you, Yun.” 

“Knowing I’m already getting your little pussy wet just from this is what’s doing it for me, baby,” he whispered into your ear, having to practically lower himself to your height just to do so, able to clearly hear the breathless moan that left your lips. Yunho was already breathing hard, his mind swimming with constant racing thoughts that all pertained to his pretty little girlfriend and what he was going to do to you, squishing your soft flesh in between his slender fingers, using his thumbs to rub your hardening nipples in teasing circles. 

It had felt like eternity since Yunho had allowed himself to feel you underneath his touch, to even simply look at you with unbridled lust. He wanted to see all of you, witness the way you completely opened yourself up to him. It was driving him insane. Was it selfish of him to give into temptation when there was something else living inside him? Something that he knew was taking even more pleasure in this than he was? He wasn’t exactly sure, but he knew it was far too late to stop now. 

“Let us see her tits, Yunho, they feel so nice inside our hands, we need to see,” Venom demanded, desperately shaking the bars of his figurative cage. 

When Yunho tugged your shirt up and over your tits, your gasp became muffled, your eyes widening as he stuffed the hem of the shirt into your mouth. You were going to close your legs to keep your arousal from spilling down your thighs, but your eager boyfriend pushed his larger one in between them. 

“You’re so pretty, angel,” Yunho cooed softly, admiring the way you began to grind your cunt against his thigh, despite the sheepish expression you offered him, a bit of drool escaping the corner of his mouth from witnessing such a display of pure desperation. “Look at you go…rubbing yourself all over my thigh like a horny little slut.” 

“N-not a slut,” you whimpered softly, his insult causing a fresh wave of slick to leak out onto Yunho’s torn jeans. “Just need you, Yuyu.” 

“Her breeding hole needs to be trained to handle my size. Do it now,” Venom growled into Yunho’s mind, growing more and more demanding by the second, very aware that his host was starting to lose control of himself. 

“Yeah? How about this?” Yunho pulled your panties to the side so that he could watch as your greedy cunt swallowed up one of his long, bony fingers to the knuckle. “Is that enough, baby?” 

“I meant with your human sized cock, you insufferable prick,” Venom chided, simply not understanding the pleasurable benefits that prolonged foreplay could offer being the uninhibited hothead that he was. 

Something about the way Yunho was taking his time unraveling you, the way he was drinking in the sight of your bare body with pure lust inside his eyes, with only a single digit plunged inside you so far made you pulse and squeeze around it. “F-full.”  

“But I barely fit one finger inside you, sweetheart. What’ll happen if I put another?” Yunho suddenly tugged your borrowed t-shirt up and over your head, leaning in close to your face to catch the way your breath hitched as soon as he slipped another finger inside, curling them just enough to hit your sweet spot each time he finger-fucked you, earning a few whiny moans from his beloved girlfriend. “Oh, that’s right. You turn into my little sex toy, don’t you?” 

“Y-esss, Yuyu, just for you, fuck,” you cried out, hooking your arms around his neck to keep yourself from completely melting into the floor. 

“That’s a good girl,” he groaned into your ear, quickly stuffing his slippery digits into you, incapable of getting Venom’s ungodly thoughts out of his head all the while. Fuck, he was feeling hot, dizzy. His head and cock were throbbing. He needed more. They needed more. He had no choice but to shove a third finger into you, your slick walls pulsating around him. “You think you’re feeling full now…just wait till my cock’s inside you.”

Gasping, your nails dug into his back through his clothes. “Oh my god, Yunho, give it to me, please, please, please,” you whined breathlessly into his neck, trembling in his arms as overwhelming pleasure washed over you. “N-need your cock in me.” 

“Fuck, I can’t believe you’re already begging to be fucked like that. I almost forgot how much of a needy little slut you are when you need cock. You like the thought of me stretching out your little pussy that much, huh?” He smiled darkly against your heated skin, slowly dragging his tongue along it as you whimpered and nodded your head to his obscene question, not allowing you to witness the brief moment his eyes turned completely black. “I just might split you open.” 

You almost didn’t recognize your boyfriend when he tossed you onto your shared bed like you weighed close to nothing, and you certainly didn’t recognize him when he manipulated your limbs until you were laying with your head down against the mattress and your ass up in the air. Usually, he wanted to do missionary, so that he could kiss and look at you when you both came undone, but now, now he had you in a position that was apparently ‘perfect for breeding’, or at least, that’s what you thought you had heard him mumbling about from behind you. 

“Now’s the time, human. We must show her how great we are,” the alien reminded Yunho, delighted that his black parasitic poison was now making its way through his host’s veins, showing up from underneath his milky skin. It was changing him in ways that would most definitely benefit all three of you. 

Yunho squeezed his large hands into the sides of your ass and spread it open, hyper focused on your dripping cunt and how it struggled to accommodate his ungodly size. “Poor baby’s so tiny, my little princess can barely take me inside her pretty cunt,” he sighed, pulling out just enough to send a few strands of spit onto his own cock, lubing up the base of it and pushing back in, a shiver of pleasure shooting up his spine as soon as he heard the broken cry that left your drooling mouth. “Looks like we’re going to have to break you in.” 

You felt like you were losing your mind. Your boyfriend had just barely bottomed out inside of you and you were already about to cream yourself. And, it might’ve been the cock-drunk state you were in, but you swore to god that his dick got bigger. It felt like it was kissing your cervix already and he hadn’t even moved yet. Not to mention, it felt so hot inside you, and there was so much pre-cum coating your walls, you almost thought he had came prematurely, but he would’ve been asleep and snoring away already if he did. 

Yunho violently interrupted your train of thought by slamming his hips forward, letting out a deep, long groan as though he were experiencing euphoria. He grabbed your wrists and held them behind your back, tucking them together so that he could hold them both with one large hand, and quickly got to work, yanking you back onto his cock, using you like his own personal sex doll. “That’s fucking it, isn’t it, angel? You like that? You fucking like that?” 

“Nnh, yeah– fuck me, don’t stop,” you moaned back, realizing this ‘phase’ of Yunho’s was one of the best things that could’ve ever happened to the both of you, previously unaware that something this rough and borderline animalistic could feel as good as it did. 

“She’s ours, she’s ours, Yunho, fuck, we’re going to cum inside her,” Venom blissfully announced into Yunho’s head, fully taking over his host in that very instant, gracing Yunho with the symbiote’s much more endowed features. 

It was then that you let out a sudden gasp, the air that quickly filled your lungs leaving as a wavering moan of pleasure instead. It was almost as if Yunho’s cock had grown twice in size. You didn’t even know how that was possible, but you were too lost in the moment to question it. “So big, it’s so fucking big, Yunho, nnnngh, it’s gonna break me,” you exhaled, quickly pulling at the sheets once he gifted you partial physical autonomy, your eyes beginning to disappear underneath your lashes. 

“That’s right, pretty girl, and you’re going to keep taking it all, even after I’m done impregnating you,” Yunho agreed huskily, bending over you until his overheated body pressed into your shoulders and back, his long fingers curling around the softness of your hips once again. Just as his never-ending seed spilled into you and made its way into your womb, Yunho dragged his long, heavy tongue up in between your straining shoulder blades and along your neck, savoring your flavor. He truly wanted to eat you, unable to stop drooling, but the annoying mortal he shared this body with wouldn’t let him. Venom figured he would have to settle for the next best thing.  

You didn’t even have a chance to finish shaking, let alone take a breath, before you were being lifted up and lowered back down onto your boyfriend’s face, your cunt fitting snugly between the curves of Yunho’s lips and nose. Just as he lapped at your extremely sensitive clit and slit, you couldn’t help but jolt away, his forearms suddenly locking tightly around your middle. “O-oh…!” 

“Hold still. Need a taste of this pretty cunt,” Yunho growled under his breath, angling his head back and opening his mouth wide enough so that he could explore the entirety of your used cunt, licking and drinking up the mixed arousal that spilled out of you to his heart’s content.

“Y-yunhooo,” you whined pathetically, reaching forward to hold onto the headboard to keep yourself from passing out from the pleasure that was overloading your mind, looking down to watch how he eagerly nosed at your clit. “Fuck, i’ll cum again…” 

“Then, do it, princess.” Just as he swallowed down more of your wetness, he realized it wasn’t enough, unable to keep himself from sliding the entirety of his tongue inside you, feeling you clench around the base of it. 

“Oh my god, your tongue, it’s so–haaaah,” you reacted breathlessly, digging your nails into the wood of the headboard, the longer his serpent-like tongue slithered in and out of you so seamlessly, unable to fully understand how any of this was possible. When the thickest part of his appendage rubbed at your g-spot, you saw white around your vision, your ears ringing, unable to hear the filthy slurping sounds Yunho was making underneath you as he drank up your squirt. 

When you came to, you were back underneath Yunho, in the missionary position he loved so much, yet this time it was profoundly different. His eyes were as dark as his freshly dyed hair, one corner of his mouth split open, inviting a myriad of long, serrated fangs, all while black wispy tendrils clung onto one side of his face like a second skin. You realized too late why Yunho was acting so out of character, and that you were never actually alone with him the past few weeks. You had an uninvited guest, an alien symbiote known as Venom, to be exact — and here you were, face to face with him, his massive alien cock stretching your used cunt open to the point of no return.

“Oh god, you’re actually going to split me open, what the fuck,” you gasped sharply, clutching the sides of Yunho’s cheeks, your fingers tugging at the ends of his sweaty hair. 

“Silly human, as much as we’d enjoy seeing that, you won’t split apart. You have a prime body for breeding, didn’t you know?” he chuckled darkly in a two-toned voice, pressing his hand down into your abdomen to feel the sheer size of himself protruding through your lower belly each time his hips routinely smacked into yours. “We knew Spider-man’s pretty little girlfriend would make a perfect host for our offspring. Just look at you, you’re taking us so well.” 

You didn’t know what was going to break your mind first, the fact that you were essentially being used as a breeding tool for an alien that would take great pleasure in swallowing you whole, or the fact that your cunt was eagerly swallowing up something so absurdly large, its heavy girth and width stretching you so wide, it felt as though you would fall apart at any given time. Despite the insanity of it all, your body and mind welcomed it, creaming yourself on his throbbing cock. 

“Good girlll,” Yunho praised, letting his long slimy tongue slip out to lick up the side of your cheek until he tasted the salt of your tears. He fully sheathed himself inside you one last time, before his large hands cemented around your waist, holding you completely still as his hot load joined the other one he had previously fucked into you, his heavy breaths warming the skin of your neck. “That’s it, princess, take it all, just like that…” 

You could hardly breathe, let alone move, simply laying still in your boyfriend’s arms, taking everything he gave you, as wave after wave of cum coated the insides of your aching cunt and flooded womb, some of it spilling down the insides of your legs and dripping onto the stained sheets below. It felt so good to be filled up in such a way, to be truly bred, that you came again without direct stimulation, letting out a broken cry, before Yunho silenced you with a gentle kiss. 

When you opened your teary eyes, your boyfriend’s previously monstrous traits were gone, instead replaced with his usual soft, flushed features that you adored so much. You watched him open and close his mouth, as if he didn’t know what to say. You pressed another kiss to his lips, weakly running your fingers through his hair. “Should we go to the drugstore to get Plan B?”

Yunho gave you a goofy, though apologetic smile, leaning his face into your neck to give it a few kisses. He pulled himself back up to face you, his eyebrows upturned. “D-do you think it would work on an alien symbiote?” 

You patted his head, knowing what you signed up for when you decided to date the Spider-man, figuring one of his superhero friends would have a solution for the both of you. You gave him a soft smile, happy when he returned it. “If not, let’s get a refund.” 

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[ccsainzleclerc5516]

You’re My Baby Too

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: none

You'd think that the second pregnancy would be a breeze. You already know everything about how it goes, how to prepare, what to expect, but in your case, your second pregnancy was dreadful.

First trimester, horrible nausea, you spent half your time over the toilet with Lando holding your hair. Your baby boy was so much bigger than Isla it made your back hurt like crazy all the time, and the worst thing of all was that your baby boy didn't wanna come out.

You prayed you wouldn't give birth before Lando finished the season, so when the season ended you were relieved. But then your due date passed, and nothing happened. Then five days passed after your due date, nothing again. 10 days after your due date - the baby just doesn't wanna come out.

You were frustrated, exhausted, and tired of being pregnant. You just wanted to be able to see your feet again and be able to get up off the couch without Lando having to pull your hand.

"It's because you make such a good home for him he doesn't wanna come out, love." Lando tried to calm you down in a nice way, not even realizing that he irritated you with that because he's been saying that for the last 10 days and your nerves have become very thin hearing it.

"I swear, if you say that one more time.." You barked rolling your eyes at him while holding your still very pregnant belly.

"I'm sorry, I'll shut up.."

“Thank you.” You glared at him.

He didn't hold it against you for your brazen response because he understood that it had become too much for you. Lately, he's been walking on eggshells around you because everything has been annoying you, and he didn't want to be the one to contribute to that.

When the twelfth day passed since your due date, you realized that too much time had passed and you even started to worry a little that something was wrong. So Lando decided to take you to the hospital, where you very clearly told the doctor that you weren't leaving the place until you gave birth.

You thought that by some miracle, as soon as you stepped into the hospital, labor would start and you would just pop the baby out and everything would be over in less than two hours just like it was with Isla, but of course that wasn't the case with this baby.

"I think we have no other choice but to induce the labor." The doctor said.

"Okay, how long does it take?" You asked. "Is it like natural labor or?"

"Induced labor can last from a few hours to a few days, it depends. It's most often completed within 12 to 18 hours from the start of the procedure."

"Oh my God" You sighed in despair with tears in your eyes and Lando immediately squeezed your hand to offer you at least some comfort.

"Does it hurt more than a normal birth?" Lando was very concerned about how painful it would be for you. While you were giving birth to Isla, Lando was of course by your side, and even though it was much shorter and easier, he was still terribly shaken to see the pain you went through.

"I don't want to discourage you and scare you right from the start, but many women have said that induced labor is more painful."

And boy oh boy was it painful.

When they gave you the drip to induce contractions, that's when the real agony began. The drip makes contractions stronger and more frequent and you can't even begin to explain what you'd compare that pain to.

You were sweating.

Crying.

Gripping the sides of the bed and Lando's hand, which at one point you thought you were going to break.

You honestly felt like dying. What was supposed to be the most beautiful experience of your life was quickly turning into a nightmare.

Lando was heartbroken seeing you like this. He was putting cold compresses on you, hugging you, kissing you, comforting you, begging you to endure this.

"I'm so sorry baby, I wish I could go through this instead of you. I'm so sorry."

He didn't leave you for a second, except when you caught a 5-minute break from the contractions and managed to close your eyes for at least a moment and calm down. Lando said he had to go to the bathroom.

He lied actually. Instead he went to the hallway outside your room where his parents were patiently waiting. By the look on his face, Cisca and Adam could see that Lando was not well and that he himself was traumatized.

Lando didn't say anything, he just hugged Cisca and buried his face in her neck, soaking her shoulder with tears.

"I'm so fucking scared for her. It wasn't like this the first time." Lando cried quietly.

"Oh honey, y/n's going to be alright, I promise you. I know it doesn't seem like it right now, but soon this will pass and you'll be going home with your baby." Cisca comforted trying to lift his spirits. "Honey, you need to get yourself together, alright? She needs you right now and you need to be there for her."

When labor finally began after 14 long hours, you were running out of strength. You were so exhausted that you weren't sure if you would be able to push the baby out.

"Push y/n, push!" The doctor encouraged.

"I c-can't" You cried breathing rapidly. "Lando, I can't do it.."

"Come on baby, you can, I know you can. Just a little bit more and it's done, I promise. You've got this" He was pushing your hair out of your face, holding your hand, and holding your leg at the same time.

"Come on, push, push! I can see the head!"

Finally, the baby's cry was heard and soon the baby boy was on your chest. As soon as you saw him, all the pain instantly vanished.

He was so perfect. So worth it.

Lando couldn't contain his emotions as he rested his head on your shoulder, carefully observing his baby.

Later that day, when everything had calmed down, Lando was still there by your side. He couldn't be separated from you nor did he want to. His gaze shifted between you and the baby watching you both sleep peacefully.

He was tired too. He didn't really remember the last time he slept, but he knew you had it worse than him anyway, so he didn't even think of complaining.

"Lan?"

"Hey, love" His face lit up when you opened your eyes. When he saw you smile, it brought energy back to him. He took your hand and pressed a kiss to it. "Did you get some rest?"

"I did, why didn't you?" You asked him when you saw the huge dark circles under his eyes and the same clothes from the day before yesterday. "Baby, please go home, I know you're exhausted too."

"The only way I'm getting out of here is with you two."

You didn't want to argue with him because you knew it was pointless. You were just grateful that he was there and that he was yours.

"My pretty, pretty girl. I'm so proud of you." Lando said softly caressing your cheek and looking into your tired eyes. "I love you so much you know that, right?"

"I know, I can feel it. I love you too, so much." You say before kissing him. "Where are our kids?"

"This little guy is sleeping here without a care in the world."

"And Isla? She didn't come with your parents?"

"No, I told them not to bring her because I knew you'd get too emotional if you saw her, and I wanted you to rest as much as possible."

"You should've told them to bring her, I really miss her and I can't wait for her to meet her brother." You said, but you could still see the worry in Lando's eyes. "I'm fine, Lan, I promise."

"We're done with the kids. Our family is complete now."

"Lan.." You chuckled.

"No, I'm serious. I never want to see you go through so much pain again. It's been so hard to watch you like that and not be able to do anything and I'm not putting you through it again. "

"It was worth it tho. Look at him, he's so perfect. I'd do it all over again for our baby"

"I know, I know, but you're my baby too." No matter how many children you have, his protective attitude towards you will never change.

"Oh, love.." You pulled his hand to get up from the chair and come sit on the bed next to you so you can cuddle up next to him.

"I can't wait to take you home, both of you." He said quietly kissing your forehead.

You rested your head on his chest, knowing that wherever you are, as long as he's there, everything is fine.

[dog-bimbo]

18+ only ! cuck!toji can get any girl in the world if he wants to. yet, he wanted you, his handlers girlfriend. while shiu knew to seperate work from his personal life, he trusted toji just enough to have you around at times. toji couldn't tear his eyes off you, you were an absolute babe. you had kissable lips and your miniskirts barely did anything to hide your modesty. and ofcourse shiu knew that he was into you. he didn't have to worry about toji stealing you from him but he still had his fun teasing toji cuz who else gets all chummy with him if not shiu? he'd always have his hand planted on your hip, his fingers gripping on your flesh a bit tighter than usual, he'd always coo sweet nothings in your ear—sugar coated words loud enough just for toji to pick up on, quick pecks all over your face, tight embraces.... the jackass wasn't even that into pda. tojis stealth mode and heightened senses extended beyond just missions so he has caught a glimpse into just how addictive you are during sex. through the slightly ajar door, toji could see things that would make him count his blessings. this is what made him want you this bad actually. shiu's got both of his hands on your waist to hold you steadily as you ride him, his chair squeaking slightly under the weight. shiu's different from toji, that's one obvious takeaway. toji was self centric and even then, his own orgasms didn't feel as good as the ones shiu felt. toji just assumes that the girls who want him are able to take it all which overwhelms them and leaves them tired. shiu knows how to sculpt the insides of a pussy when he sees one. shiu took his time, no matter how rough he was. it was intimate and steamy and slow and steady. and yet, he cut the tension by slapping your poor cunt or your ass everytime you broke eye contact or came without telling him. each stroke, each squeeze and each smack held a purpose and toji was addicted to that. shiu would ram his tip till it reached the hilt. and then he'd do it again. and again. and again. till you're drooling, till your eyes are rolled back, till your brain is mushy to the point where you've forgotten the cocks you've been impaled with before, till your gummy walls have been crafted to be a perfect mold for shius length... and he'd always make sure to embrace you while kissing you. with the delicious pace that shiu maintained, you never got tired no matter how many orgasms you've reached. you're always wanting more and more, like your cunt was meant to milk shius cock and your womb was meant to be filled with his jizz. and at some point, he makes eye contact with toji, it's brief and quick but it's enough for toji get the message. he can watch all he wants, but he can never make you cream like this.

[thebubblesareevil]

Retired hero Danny

Danny has saved the world more time than he could count and they would never know. He didn’t care

Ancients! He preferred it.

He retired from being a hero when the Justice league came into the picture. Ever since he was crowned the ghosts don’t really threaten humanity anymore so he’s more than happy to leave the non ghost threats to earth get handled by the Justice league

He runs a repair shop in amity park, he’ll fix anything and everything at affordable pricing

The only member of the Justice league that knows about Danny is Diana. She didn’t know about him until some enemy trying to summon chronos succeeds and she gets frozen in time

Luckily clockwork has mellowed out over the years and takes this time to tell her how proud he is of his favorite granddaughter following in her uncle’s footsteps.

He did tell her he was retired but would help if it was truly needed.

As far as everyone else is concerned the ritual was a dud

One day a major threat approaches and the team has beaten down time and again. Batman is getting desperate.

Wonder Woman asks to borrow a phone

She makes a call in the meeting room

Danny’s dead device depot: you kill it I fix it, how can I help you today.

“My name is Diana of themascyra. I was told you could help….we have run out of options.”

“What seems to be the problem?”

“A new god by the name of Darkseid intend to bring our world to ruin. His army is without end and we cannot hold them back much longer”

“Hmmmm sounds like a tough job” tinkering is heard in the background “ tell you what, get me some of those cookies like yer mom makes. The nutty ones and we’ve got a deal”

“Kourabiedes? That’s it? But-“

“No buts, you just get those started while I take care of this creep. I should be done by the time they cool down.”

The line goes dead.

The team looks at her defeated. Certain that was a dead end, but Diana gets up and heads to the kitchen. If half of what her grandfather had told her was true then she would need to start baking

Meanwhile on Apokalypse….

The doors to the throne room fall to the ground before Darkseid

A large humanoid man stands in the doorway holding a large club like weapon with glowing text on the body

“So you’re the creep that’s been messing with my niece, huh? Don’t worry I have just the thing for creeps like you.”

Later that same day

Danny sits down at the table across from his niece as she tells him all about her friends and their adventures while he enjoys his slightly crispy cookies.