#Orb Pill

[sweaterkittensahoy]

I am very glad I've managed to take my hormones every day for the last two weeks. I do not need to be off-kilter that way while dealing with the current family shit.

I didn't mean to miss them; the pill case is kept in a different spot then my other morning pills, and we've had some mornings of fuckery lately, so I just blank on them.

#meds #pills #hormones #ugh #i wanna be an orb of light with no body shit

[sleepinthrumyalarms]

— a study in demon

pairing: wednesday addams x fem!oni!reader

warnings: smut, lesbian sex, a/b/o dynamics in werewolves and demons, penetration, G!P!reader, it's demon girlcock OKAY, cockwarming, breeding kink, size kink, knotting, all characters are aged-up

summary: an unfortunate turn of events leaves wednesday with a very frustrated, very needy oni demon on her hands. what kind of girlfriend would she be if she didn't take care of her beloved?

word count: 4.5k

a/n: jesus christ, look at those warnings. this fic is a whole declaration of war. i went feral. i have nothing to say for myself. hope you enjoy

The first thing you feel when the annoying buzzing of the alarm pulls you out of your peaceful slumber is the immense heat of your body and the ache somewhere in your lower belly. A groan leaves your throat before you can even blink your eyes fully open, and you blindly reach for your phone to turn the screaming noise off.

You sit up on your bed and squint at the sunlight that streams through the tiny slit in the tightly shut curtains, opening a small calendar app that’s designed specifically for the creatures of your kind – and with a huff you realize your rut is coming in two days.

Damn it. You’ve completely forgotten about it. That certainly explains the aggressiveness and mood swings you’ve been having for the past week.

You open a new text message, sent from your girlfriend at 5:30 AM – not exactly an early riser, but definitely the type to pull an all-nighter on a school night – wishing you the most dreadful morning. You smile to yourself, and the smallest thought of her seems to be enough to motivate you to get out of bed and start the day despite the uncomfortable feeling stirring in your belly.

Thank all the gods almighty – Larissa Weems, especially – that it is still a non-uniform week at the Academy. Sitting in class with that tie wrapped around your throat like a noose would’ve killed you.

You rummage through your wardrobe, pulling out a tee and a pair of jeans, changing hastily, before your gaze falls on a particular item of clothing that definitely doesn’t belong in your closet.

It’s a black baggy zip hoodie, the one Wednesday constantly wears when out of class. It’s a surprise she has forgotten it at your place – your best guess is she must’ve left in one of your sweatshirts instead.

The fabric feels smooth in your grasp. Warm fleece lining. A bit abrasive on the outside.

Just like her.

You lift the hoodie to your face, burying your nose in the softness and inhaling.

Smells just like her, too.

Without a second thought you put it over your frame – though a bit more of a tight fit, it’s still slightly baggy on your shoulders – and zip it up, pulling the hood over your head to take another small whiff of the familiar scent.

That should get you through the day, you think.

And it does. For the first half of it, at least.

You take an extra suppressant pill during lunch, but skip the meal, opting to spend the free time in the quad to ventilate your head.

It feels better. Much, much better. Even though you don’t get to see Wednesday at the canteen.

You’re back inside for your last period – maths, and your mind gets too busy with the complicated equations and formulas to worry about the hormones running wild in your body.

You’re half-way through a very fucked-up problem with roots and sines before a strong aroma suddenly fills up your lungs – an omega’s pheromones, you realize, wide-eyed.

An omega who is in heat.

You lift your head up, giving the students around you a quick once-over – and your gaze meets a pair of golden orbs, a pretty girl with pink plump lips and fiery-red hair tied into a pony tail watches you with interest, her chin propped on her palm. As soon as you make eye-contact, she gives you a smile, revealing a small, adorable gap in the front row of her teeth.

You shake your head and smile back politely before turning back to your paper, but the rest of the class feels like you’re trapped in a suffocating cage of hot arousal that smells of yellow fruit and washed laundry.

As soon as the bell dismisses the students, you hastily pack your bag and bolt out of the door, desperate to lock yourself in your dorm room and just take care of this stupid predicament you’ve found yourself in. You’ve never been more grateful for the lack of a roommate.

“Hey, (Y/n).”

You stop and turn at the sound of your name being called, although the voice is quite unfamiliar – too melodic and gentle to be anyone you know.

“Hey, uh...”

It’s the redhead from maths. She watches you expectantly for a few moments before her face falls slightly, “It’s Dina! I was with the Black Cats last year. We met at the after party? The one Yoko hosted?” She sounds almost offended at the fact that you don’t remember her.

“Oh. Oh, right. Dina. Sorry. I’m really bad with names.” You smile apologetically.

“It’s fine. I’d be surprised if you remembered me, actually. This academy holds way too many ginger werewolves,” Dina chuckles, and falls in step with you to continue walking down the hall. “So, you up to anything right now?”

“No, not really. Just hoping to get back to the dorms and sleep my awful headache off. Been bugging me all day.”

It’s only a half-lie – your temples are still throbbing like crazy, and the pheromones you’ve smelled in class did nothing to help your case.

The werewolf tilts her head, pursing her plump lips, “Hmm... That’s too bad, because, actually...”

The smaller girl suddenly grabs your hips and pushes you – unprepared, you stumble to the side and right through the door of some random classroom. Barely able to catch your balance at Dina’s abrupt movement, your hands grasp at her forearms, desperately trying to steady the rest of your body.

“I was thinking I could help you relieve that pain of yours.”

She looks up at you, tilts her chin up slightly. The smell of citron and fresh linen suddenly fills your nose.

The same one you’ve felt in class.

The omega in heat.

Fuck.

The werewolf in front of you settles with pumping her pheromones at you wildly, her palms flitting from your hips down to your thighs, slowly closing in on your center – you do nothing to stop her, your own hands reaching behind you to grip the edge of the desk. Her eyes are glinting red now, slitted pupils never breaking eye contact with yours.

She presses her nose against your scent gland, and you feel her grin against your neck.

“I don’t smell an omega on you...” Shit. Of course Wednesday’s hoodie doesn’t smell like anything but her usual dark resins and woods scent. As much as it is alluring and recognizable to you, it’s not pheromones. “You haven’t mated with one yet? That’s just criminal... An alpha like you should spend all her ruts with a pretty omega impaled on her cock.”

You take a sharp inhale through your nose, feeling yourself throb treacherously at her words. Dina giggles softly, pressing her lips to your jaw, her mouth now inches away from yours.

“You know…” she starts sultry, voice heavy with unadulterated lust in a way that only an omega’s can sound to the ears of a rutting alpha, “I’ve never taken an oni’s knot before…”

You feel the werewolf squeeze your thighs, bare her claws in a sharp movement, “I wonder what it feels like.”

Your head is heavy, cloudy – you’re practically unable to resist, tusked mouth hanging open with small puffs of vapors fluttering out. The urge to bend the small werewolf over the desk and pound her into the wood feels even harder to resist, too.

An unpleasant feeling rattles through your chest, unbearable and disgusting. An image of dark-brown eyes and soft lips painted burgundy flashes through your mind.

You feel like you’re going to puke.

“No,” you rasp, pushing the werewolf away. “Get off me.”

Before the startled girl can retort, you stumble out of the classroom and slam the door closed, turning the key that has been left in the keyhole by some clumsy substitute.

You stumble for a moment, lifting a clawed palm to grasp at your head that has suddenly turned cloudy and heavy, and make your way towards the ladies’ restroom.

She must’ve felt the rut closing on you, and her own heat triggered it prematurely.

With shaky hands you pull out your phone, opening the messages app and texting the first person that comes to your clouded mind.

enid

bro you gotta ditch

it’s an emergency

i just stumbled into a girl

uhh dina?

she’s from ophelia hall

anyways i think she needs… help

yk

from a fellow omega wolf

i think she hasn’t been taking her suppressants

for some fucking reason

and yk it’s not like me to live a lady in distress

but i really had to dip

i was doing her a favor by dipping actually

i locked her up on the 2nd floor

202

i really had to leave

Pressing your back against one of the bathroom stalls, you wait anxiously as three gray dots dance on the screen.

The device dingles in your hands.

oooohh

its okay

i gotchu

u should totes find weds tho

im sure she can help u out ;))

You hide your phone in your pocket and open the tap to splash your face with cold water. It eases the flush of your face, but doesn’t calm the raging beast inside.

Your fingers grasp onto the edges of the sink tightly, almost making the marble crack.

As you walk through the corridors and up the stairs of Ophelia Hall, the only thought that occupies your mind is Wednesday. Wednesday and her dark eyes and her lips and her touch and the beautiful curve of her slender hips and everything that is your mate.

You don’t bother knocking, urgently swinging the door open.

And there it is. Your (f/c) sweater, no doubt one of her monochrome striped shirts under it.

Your palms are sweating. Claws digging into your pant legs, tusks into your lip.

The small ravenette turns in her seat to look at you, her fingers stilling over the keys of her typewriter.

Her braided hair looks pristine and untouched, her posture unmatched, the image perfect even when out of public sight.

“Ma bête,” she addresses softly, brows slightly raised in question. “You’re back. And you look… a trifle uncomfortable.”

Does she not know? There’s no way she doesn’t. Such details could never slip Wednesday’s unhealthily constantly alerted mind.

“Is something wrong?”

Fuck. Of course. There it is, that cruel glint in her eyes. You should’ve known.

She wants you to say it.

You shift on your feet. The temperature is becoming almost unbearable.

“I’m…”

Wednesday watches you, tilts her head just a tiny bit forward — dark, haunted eyes deadpan, staring you down, her jaw tightening slightly and relaxing in a way that is barely noticeable but has your gaze flicking down to the enticing slant of her neck.

“I’m… in a rut.” You admit, finally.

Wednesday’s eyes widen slightly — her posture straightens even more, the glint in her eyes turning dangerous, “Oh.” Yes, oh, as if she wasn’t aware. “Why are the suppressants not working?”

Should you admit that the small encounter with the horny omega has sent your hormones spiraling?

Wednesday is by no means a normal human, yet her nose lacks the capability of sensing alpha pheromones. Nevertheless, she can read you like a book, and she probably was aware of your coming rut long before you were. She simply likes abusing the knowledge.

“It must be bad then, if it has you reduced to such a pathetic state,” the goth tuts, drumming her fingers against her desk. “Pure torture, isn’t it, bête? I wish I could help you…”

Wednesday turns back to her paper, shrugging noncommittally, “Unfortunately, it is my writing hour, and you know how much I would detest an intervention in my schedule.”

You whine as the drumming of her keys resumes – like a kicked puppy, you turn to reach for the doorknob, prepared to return back to the restroom and take care of yourself to the thought of your ever-so beautiful and unyielding girlfriend.

Wednesday’s fingers still on the typewriter.

“But I suppose… We can reach a consensus.”

The legs of her chair scrape against the hardwood floor, and you turn to find Wednesday standing next to the desk, palm resting on the back of the seat invitingly.

“Come here.”

You’re beside Wednesday before the whole command can escape her mouth, and she gives a small, amused huff that almost has you howling and gnawing at furniture, then gestures at the chair, “Sit. Unbutton your pants, underwear off.”

You reach to do as told, pulling at a pant-leg to finally discard the constricting garment before the ravenette slaps your hand, “Just the button and the zipper, (Y/n). Do not make me repeat myself.”

You gulp and take a seat at her desk, tugging the elastic of your boxers down to free the hard shaft.

The dark, intense gaze Wednesday is watching you with makes you blush and throb, excitement and arousal mixing with the slightest of embarrassments only her presence can induce.

“Good girl,” she hums, circling the chair like a hunting lioness. “I will allow you to be inside me, just this once. I will not allow you to touch me in any other way. If I feel any movement, internal or external, you will be punished. And by no means are you allowed to cum. Not without my permission. Are the instructions clear, beast? Nod your empty little head if affirmative.”

You nod with a small whimper at the derogatory words, though they do nothing to soothe the aching hardness between your legs.

“Good, good. Well, since the terms are settled, I shall get started.”

Before you can respond, Wednesday steps closer to the desk, slightly flipping her skirt with a quick movement of her hand and letting you catch the smallest of glimpses of her pretty pussy – the show is over before you can marvel though, and the seer sits on your lap, your length pressing against her lower back.

Like this, with no distance left between you, her scent is encompassing your whole being. No pheromones can compare to the way Wednesday smells, the rich, woodsy notes of a forest soaked in rainwater luring you in as you take a small inhale.

You bite back a growl, but a small noise of frustration still manages to reach the ravenette’s sharp hearing.

“Quiet, beast.” She scolds, her tone of voice far from playful, and reaches to straighten her skirt carefully, flicking the non-existing dust off the garment in a graceful movement of her palm.

Then, before you can downright keen with impatience, the same hand moves behind to wrap around your hard member, giving it a squeeze so light it is almost torturous –  Wednesday lifts her hips and presses the head against the warmth of her entrance.

That first contact feels like electricity and fire in your belly, worsened when you feel your cock split her lips open, stretching her taut around it, and the smallest worry that you might just not fit passes through your rut-clouded mind.

Then again, Wednesday might not even be merciful enough to sheathe you fully inside her, but the thought of being too big to be properly seated in her cunt is tantalizing and excruciating at the same time.

A small, relieved sigh escapes Wednesday’s lips –  the sensation of being filled up with you is like no other, and she can’t help but relish in it despite her aggravation. She takes her time, feeling every inch push deeper inside her and stretch her out, the thick shaft splitting her open, then her thighs press into yours and she stills completely.

If she had to, the goth would put all the time and work in to stretch herself out with your girth, to take all of you inside her like she was molded just for that single purpose. It’s not like Wednesday has something to prove to anyone – or maybe she has, to you, that no one else at Nevermore could take you so well and make all your resolve, might and dominance provided to you by nature, or by gods, or by whatever entity has created such a delectable beast as you crumble under her and make it natural for you to submit to the seer.

And oh does submissiveness look good on you, too – or at least it sounds good, if your heavy breathing mixed with quiet whines hitting her ear is anything to go by.

Wednesday is reminded of her goal suddenly when she feels your hips buck instinctually into her, and the ravenette has to hold back a sound of pleasure at the movement, because she can’t fight how incredible the pressure feels, making her velvet walls flutter. She’s still holding the reins when she tightens her pussy around your throbbing dick purposefully, a trace of a small smirk on her plush burgundy lips at the needy and wanton groan that escapes your mouth.

That was a good enough treat, she thinks. Now to the sticks.

Wednesday kicks you in the shin with the side of her loafer, pulling you out of your pleasure-induced trance and making you flinch.

“Move closer to the desk, beast. I need to be able to reach the keys in order to type.”

You grunt, shuffling the chair closer with your weight, nudging Wednesday’s body forward, and the slightest shift makes you hiss — she slides a few inches up your shaft before she’s at the base again, seated nice and snug, her thighs resting on yours. Your hands fall to grapple at them, and you receive another painful kick.

“No. Hands off. If you are unable to control yourself, I will shun you out.” Wednesday scolds, though has to hide the effect the feeling of your claws curling around her have, and fails. Her voice sounds more breathless than she has intended.

She has a hard time admitting to herself how torturous this is for her, too. The seer sneaks a glance down to where the thick shaft splits her open, so tight she can practically feel it throbbing against her clit. A small bead of precum runs down, skirting one of the throbbing veins.

Wednesday’s restraint is laudable.

“Messy creature,” she murmurs, her tone surprisingly soft, before the paper in front of her takes over her attention again. Straightening her back, the ravenette goes back to her writing as if she’s not full of demon cock right now.

You try to focus on the rapid clatter of the keys, on the way Wednesday’s elegant fingers dance over the typewriter, maybe try and catch a glance of the words the girl is printing on the paper. Anything to pull your mind away from the tight warmth hugging your aching cock, from weight of the small body pressed against you.

The demon inside of you is raging, howling, salivating between huge tusks. The monster is not as prejudiced as the fellow oni of your clan are – it doesn’t care if it’s another demon or a human you’re nestled inside. It demands the frail body pressed against your own is filled up and bred, demands the goth takes all of you, stretching around your swollen knot before it's barely able to slip inside.

Not just any body. Or some omega. Wednesday. Wednesday who isn’t even a part of that animalistic system, but the beast begs for more, wants all of her more, more with each passing second.

A growl mixed with a whimper escapes your mouth – you have no idea what to do with your hands, so you press them into the edge of the table on either side of Wednesday’s typewriter, claws digging into the dark wood. The involuntarily display of strength has the small female tightening around you with a gentle hitch of her breath, making you groan.

“Wednesday,” you rasp through clenched teeth. “I can’t. Please. I’m losing control.”

“O-oh, are you?” The goth inquires mockingly, hoping you don’t take notice of her slight stutter.

“Mhm,” you nod dumbly. “Wanna take you so bad. Wanna fuck you full of me.”

Wednesday can’t fight the way her pussy constricts around you again, though the determination not to lose control remains, strong as ever. She abandons the keys to reach a hand into your hair, grabbing a fistful of (h/c) locks to pull and make you meet her gaze, “Whose is it, (Y/n)?”

You furrow your brows in confusion, making Wednesday’s frown deepen – a hint for the right answer comes in the form of the seer’s hips lifting and rocking back down, the friction making you hiss.

“Answer me.”

“Yours.” You swallow. “Yours, Wednesday. Every- every inch is.”

“Good. Good girl.” She coos, easing her hold on you to rake her short nails down the back of your neck, making goosebumps litter your body. “Bed, beast. Now.”

A low growl rumbling in your chest and vibrating against her back is the only warning Wednesday gets before she’s lifted into the air sharply.

In a rough, barely controlled movement you stand up so fast you topple the chair over, flipping the girl with ease and walking a couple of steps to press her against the bed, the ravenette’s cunt still snug around your shaft. A clawed hand reaches for a pillow hastily to cushion Wednesday’s head, the last resemblance of caring gentleness in your actions before you pull out to the tip and buck back inside.

Wednesday’s head snaps back, mouth falling open in pleasure as you pin her down into the mattress, fucking hard into the welcoming, tight warmth of her pussy. Despite the dynamics of oni demons still being fairly alien to Wednesday – not as alien apparently, as she knows the frequency and signs of your rut better than you do and isn’t opposed to using it against you – she now seems to understand the appeal of being absolutely destroyed by an alpha that omegas in heat are so partial to.

As delectable as the thought is, it rekindles the spark of possessiveness that she thought has almost been extinguished. The goth wraps her arms around your shoulders, pulling your bodies flush together.

Hers. No one else’s.

Not some other depraved omega girl’s so desperate to get a taste of you.

“You foolish brute.” She pants as if it’s your fault you seem to be irresistible to other women, voice trembling slightly, her breath completely pushed out of her lungs with each of your thrusts. “You better make good on your promise and breed me like a good alpha should.”

The monster inside you roars at the proposition that is so obviously supposed to be taunting. Your palms slide down the girl’s waist, thumbs brushing against the protruding hipbones to dip into the supple flesh sitting low under her navel, holding her tightly, almost hard enough to bruise and match the brutal pace of your hips rutting into Wednesday, your cock splitting her open deliciously in a toe-curling sensation that has Wednesday’s head falling back against the dark pillows.

The sight under you has you growling savagely – your tongue lolls out to lick a thick stripe up the exposed skin of the ravenette’s neck before you bite down, huge tusks clasping around her throat and keeping Wednesday in place completely, her pulse wild against the rough surface of your muscle. Her pussy constricts around your cock, clamping down hard in an attempt to keep the thick shaft buried to the hilt every time you pull out and quivering when you slam back inside and fill her up enough for the tip to kiss the entrance of her womb, never letting the small female catch her breath.

The lustful fog of ardent fervor clouding Wednesday’s brain doesn’t numb her to the sensation of a swelling at the base of your shaft nudging against her opening every time your hips meet hers. It threatens to push in, catches deliciously on Wednesday’s clit with each thrust and she can feel herself getting painfully close.

But she will not. For the sake of the one thing she wants more than anything else, the goth will deprive herself.

“Knot me.” She rasps into your ear, her feet pushing into your lower back to urge you deeper inside. “Mia bestia, mia alfa. Dentro. Ven dentro di mi.”

You’d have no clue what she has just said on a normal day, and you have zero idea right now, buried eight inches deep inside of her, but the breathless, desperate pants of Italian have you turning feral. In one last brutal thrust the knot slips past Wednesday’s tight lips and inside, stretching and filling her so thoroughly and impossibly delicious it has her eyes rolling into the back of her head. A spill of wetness from her own release rushing forth as she clamps down on your cock lubes her aching walls, helping the bulging slide in firmly.

Your lips gravitate to hers, pulled to her like a magnet, and you growl into her mouth as your cum spills hotly, taking up any remaining space inside the small female and her walls ripple, begging for more. Wednesday's arms tighten around your shoulders and legs squeeze around your hips to keep you close.

You throb with sated completion, press lazy kisses to the seer’s brow and flushed cheeks, and watch as her eyes flutter open to meet yours, her chest heavy with steamy breaths.

“Too hot, huh?” You ask, jaw slack slightly.

Wednesday gives a weak nod, and you reach to tug the sweater off her shoulders, then unzip her skirt to slip it down her pale legs, leaving the girl in just her striped shirt. The newly exposed skin provides better contact for you to revel in – you purr in satisfaction and move to join the seer on the bed, careful not to crush her, and maneuver her small body in your palms to pull her on top of you.

Wednesday huffs but doesn’t resist, nudging at your neck with her nose and pressing a soft kiss to your jugular in an uncharacteristic display of affection.

“How did you find out?” You murmur, lifting your hands to start undoing one of the ravenette’s loosened braids leisurely.

“I have my ways.”

You hum at the vague reply, now certain that the disembodied hand following you around the whole day wasn’t just your imagination playing tricks, “I hope you know I had no intention to lie to you or anything. You just- you didn’t exactly give me a chance to speak.”

“Your explanation wasn’t necessary. I’m well aware of what happened.” The movement of the seer’s plush lips tickles your skin pleasantly, her voice now void of its previous detachment.

You smile softly, finished with unbraiding her hair, your fingers threading through the silky raven locks, careful not to give an accidental tug. Wednesday closes her eyes at your touch, and the tranquility of the moment has you feeling like a cat basking in warm sunlight, despite the object of your passions being a complete opposite to it.

“I’ll have to consult Enid on the topic of which herbs are the deadliest to werewolves.”

“Wednesday.”

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[wonijinjin]

painfully in love

author’s note: very self-indulgent, and wrote it to give some comfort to my darlings who suffer every month. take care yall<3 (also just mentioning that i totally believe he would know what to do bc he has a sister and he is the cutest giant puppy)

synopsis: when your period cramps torture you mingyu is always there to help and give you some comfort.

word count: 0.9k | genre: fluff, comfort (mingyu is the best, such a sweetheart) | pairing: mingyu x f! reader | warnings: mentions of pills/medicine, mentions of throwing up, pain

when mingyu stepped into your apartment he knew where he would find you; in the bedroom, under a pile of blankets. you had texted him earlier in the day that you had crazy cramps and asked him to bring some medicine home since you ran out of painkillers. “pretty girl, i am home!” he said loudly to let you know his presence in the house. after taking his coat off he went straight to the kitchen to get you a glass of water and prepared it with the pills and some dark chocolate, since he knew it can help with cramping. he entered the room silently, suspecting that you were asleep by the lack of response to his arrival earlier. he was right; you laid in the middle of the bed, a big fluffy plushie in hand, cluthing onto it tightly, the covers up to your chin, hair messy and spread out on the soft pillow. his heart broke a little; he knew how much pain you were in, it had happened before, that you had very strong symptoms on your period. he decided on not waking you as he felt pity for you and was happy to see that you were getting some rest at last, after being kept up all night by the pain. he settled into the bed next to you cautiously and wrapped his hand around your middle, warming up and massaging your abdomen with his large hands. you felt his form next to you, but didn’t entirely wake up; you just shifted and hugged him unconsciously. “aww, you are so adorable, sweetheart.” he whispered while starting to stroke your hair, playing with the strands in the meantime.

“mingyu…” he heard your mumbles a bit later, not holding you anymore, him working on the computer at the desk in the room. “huh?” he stood up, checking up on your form only to see your eyes closed and brows furrowed, discomfort written all over your features. “you are okay sweetheart, you are okay.” he cooed at you while tucking you in further and kissing your forehead after he saw the creases on it starting to fade, guessing you weren’t in distress anymore.

when you woke up it was almost completely dark outside and the first thing your brain registered was mingyu’s chest. “are you awake, pretty?” he asked gently. “when did you get home? wait i need to get up-“ you tried peeling yourself off mingyu’s body but a sharp pain in your lower stomach made you still your movements. “you okay? are the cramps hitting again?” he looked at you with worried eyes. “yeah.” you pouted, tears threatening to spill from your orbs as the pain increased. “oh sweetheart.” he rubbed your back in calming motions. “i bought painkillers, and i have some water and chocolate to take it with, can you sit up for a moment?” you did as he told and took the medicine, but as expected it needed some time to kick in, and until then you could only wish for the stabbing pain to stop, burying your head in mingyu’s chest as you whimpered in agony. “i’m so nauseous ’gyu. i don’t want to throw up.” you cried while trying to stop your head from spinning; it really had been a long time since you felt this bad. “you won’t. i am so sorry you feel this miserable, pretty girl.” “i am sorry you have to deal with this mingyu. you know how i hate being queasy.” you whined. “even if you do throw up it is okay, you know how you can’t do anything about it baby. tell me if you feel like you are gonna be sick, we will deal with it, alright?” he reassured you and cradled you in his arms, putting you on his chest properly so you could be comfortable. “i hate seeing you in so much pain. i want my happy baby back.” he pouted. “not your fault.” you murmured into his shirt. “thanks for being here.” he kissed your forehead and chuckled lowly. “of course sweetheart, i just wish i could do more.” he smiled sadly. “can i do anything to distract you from the cramps until the medicine works?” he quizzed with a warm expression, his eyes searching your face constantly for any sign of discomfort, ready to adjust to your preferences. “wanna go back to sleep. gotta make up for last night or i will be miserable tomorrow too.” he giggled at your reply, loving how you were so unfiltered on your period, being so real about not wanting to do anything other than sleeping, and not pulling any act about how you are fine and happy. “alright, pretty. then we will do just that. want me to rub your back or turn on a show for some background noise?” you looked up at him, pecking his lips for a quick and lazy kiss as you had absolutely no energy for anything more. “just hold me, please? you are so warm, making me feel sleepy and less achy.” you muttered, already exhausted from fighting your body’s stubborn muscles. “sure. sleep well then.” he whispered. “love you, mingyu.” you said back. “love you too, more than anything. tomorrow will be a greater day. get better soon.”

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[thefullwomb]

Charlene loved mornings. The warm sunshine streaming in from her window, the chirps of birds, like music, faintly echoing in her room. But most of all, she loves the opportunity to measure the ever swelling orb of her gravid womb. To say she was pregnant didn't quite do her current state justice. She was filled near to bursting with babies.

Just a few short years ago, Charlene had been a petite young woman with a semi-popular gaming stream. She wasn't breaking any viewership records, but she was getting by alright. Then, during one fateful stream, a new subscriber asked how much he'd have to donate for her to let him get her pregnant. Charlene jokingly told him that he'd have to donate fifty grand, and she'd have to lose her match. She knew it was unlikely that some random would have that much money to burn, but it was possible. However, losing her match was all but impossible. Her team was up by five, and her opponents seemed like amateurs. Then, as if by fate half of her team disconnected. Suddenly outmatched, she put up a valiant effort but lost none the less. As she tried to absorb what had just happened, a notification dinged from her stream. A fifty thousand dollar donation from a certain subscriber. Charlene was too stunned to speak.

The next day, a package arrived at her front door. She had a pretty good idea of what she might find inside the brown cardboard box, so she decided to have an unboxing on her steam. That evening, she gave the event a significant amount of fanfare as she opened the box for all of her viewers. Within was a purple dildo of the sort that can be controlled with an app and made to ejaculate. There was also a vial of what looked almost unmistakably like cum. Charlene felt a tingle of anticipation run down her spine. The thought of letting a stranger fill her womb had her pussy soaking wet. The idea seemed to have her subs whipped into a frenzy as well. Likes and follows flooded in a she impaled herself on the high tech member. Her comments section was on fire, with viewers begging for the opportunity to impregnate her as well.

With a kiss to the camera, she informed her viewers that her new toy would "go off" the moment she hit her viewer goal or after five hours. She'd connected the dildo to her computer, set it up to vibrate harder and harder as viewers joined her stream and finally to blow its load at a million. She started bouncing on the big rubber cock as her first match began. It vibrated with greater and greater intensity as her viewer count rose. By the end of the first hour, she was nearly delirious from the constant stimulation. She was playing her game by muscle memory as she begged her viewers to get her pregnant and make her a mommy. She came more times than she could count as her viewership rose. Finally, the viewership hit one million, and with a triumphant scream, Charlene felt a massive blast of sticky cum plaster her insides. In that moment, she knew for a fact that a million people had just watched her get knocked up.

Two weeks later, Charlene had a positive pregnancy test to show her viewers. Donations poured in along with requests from viewers who wanted to be next in line to knock her up. By the end of her stream, she had made just over one hundred thousand dollars. She'd made more money in a month than most streamers make in their entire career.

Within six months, her belly had grown nearly as much as her channel. She had created a Patreon tier of a thousand dollars a month that would allow guys to send her their seed. At the start of every stream, she would add their loads to a reservoir connected to her now iconic dildo. With every match she won, she would swallow a fertility pill and force her body to release a fresh egg into her already occupied womb. With every tip and donation, the dildo would vibrate a little bit harder, making it increasingly difficult for her to focus. Then, when she inevitably lost a match, the dildo would unleash a flood of cum and add to her ever growing brood. It wasn't uncommon for her to net nearly a million dollars each stream.

At eleven months, she gave birth to her first baby, live on her steam, of course. Her viewers cheered her on as she stained and pushed. It took nearly twelve hours for her to deliver her baby, but she felt the support of her fans every step of the way.

She used her earnings to buy a mansion and how staff and nannies to see to her, and her rapidly growing family's, every need. She also had to have a special gaming chair commissioned to support the weight of her ever more gravid body.

Within two years, she could no longer keep track of how many babies were crammed into her womb, but she would glow with pride as she listed the names of the two hundred agreed given birth to this far. She had money saved for each of them to live a happy, easy life. She may have long ago broken the record for being the world's most prolific mother, but she loved each and every one of her babies just as much as any mother.

I'd like to give a big, round thank you to @pr-g for providing the picture and inspiration for this story. Both she and her blog are truly lovely, and if you aren't already, you should definitely give her a follow.

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[byuntrash101]

Touch me

reader x dom!haechan

smut | nsfw | mdni

very sweet dom!haechan, suggestion of past self harm and anxiety, mental healing, virgin reader, big dick haechan, pet names (baby, angel, princess), lots of praising, nipple play, oral (f), fingering, squirting, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), creampie

requested | part of my 2023 prompts event [closed]

with lots of love and patience haechan was able to heal your soul. with him it feels right and you are ready to take the next big leap

[❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. ❜ + ❛ you can be rough. i can take it. ❜]

TUMBLR IS BASED ON REBLOGS. PLEASE REBLOG MY WORK 🖤

A/N: this is to celebrate the Ay-yo MV 💚

Heachan was always a tease. He was always trying a new way to get on your nerves. A new way to make fun of you or just be loud, obnoxious and annoying. From an exterior perspective you two didn’t look like a very harmonious couple but that didn’t matter.

Because between the both of you, you understood each other perfectly, on a spiritual level. You were a really anxious and nervous person and Haechan’s lighthearted teases were primarily a way of getting you out of your own head. When you were calling him annoying you were not putting yourself down. When you were playfully hitting him in the ribs you were not harming yourself.

Haechan was healing you.

In private that is what he was. He was as solid as a rock you knew you could always lean on. Taking care of your frail heart when nobody was watching. Showering you with kisses and words of affirmation when it was just the both of you. Making you more confident everyday.

And today was another big step to take. 

You two had been dating for a while and you decided it was time to finally let Haechan be really intimate with you. You decided to finally give him your everything.

Your hands were trembling when you two were kissing on his bed. Heachan was confused but he picked up something that was off. He tried to soothe you by rubbing small circles on your back, kissing you slowly, pouring his love into it.

“Haechan I-” you started, nervously biting your bottom lip down.

“What's wrong baby?” he asked.

“I want…” the words got caught in your throat.

“It’s ok baby” he took your hands into his, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand. You took a deep breath.

“I want… you” you finally exhaled in a mere murmur. 

Haechan instantly sat back up straight on the headboard. You didn't expect him to react this way and you fidgeted with your fingers trying to scan his face.

Haechan never expected that. Well at least not today, not right now. Actually he never not even once pressured you into doing anything and he was ready to wait for you for as long as necessary. Though there were times he couldn’t fight against his nature and would get hard because you kissed him back a little more roughly or your hands wandered a little high on his fleshy thighs. But he never ever tried to convince you to go further.

“Are you sure?” he finally spoke out.

Heachan took your hands in his again. You initially thought he was going to bounce around the room like a child on christmas morning but instead of excitement you only distinguished worry swimming in his dark brown orbs.

“Yes. I am”. You replied as affirmatively as you could and it did the trick. Haechan believed you.

He started to lean back into you and kissed you again. It started out like any kiss from him. It was gentle and warm but as time went by Haechan let lust win over him and the kiss deepened. He caught your face between both his warm sun kissed hands, pulling you deeper into his embrace. 

Haechan briefly broke the kiss to pass his graphic t-shirt over his head. You looked at him in awe. Your eyes trailed his bronzed skin from collarbone to his toned abs. You’ve seen him without his shirt before but it was never in this setting. This time it stirred something in the pit of your stomach and you harshly pressed your thighs together.

Haechan leaned over you once again to pick up right where he left off. While he was lapping at your tongue, you let your hands wander down his toned chest to his belt and eventually your fingers glazed over something poking through his jeans. 

You instinctively retracted your hand. Haechan broke the kiss to look at you.

“I-... S-sorry. I-” you stuttered, nervously scratching your neck but Heachan stopped you. He gently caught your wrist.

“It's okay, you can touch me.” He placed your hand right on his bulge. You felt it twitch as soon as your fingers glazed over it. You were absolutely petrified. But Haechan knew how to ease you into it. He knew how to guide you. 

He started to palm himself with your hand. Applying some pressure into your hand. His hips also responded to your touch and they rolled into your palm.

“Fffuck” Haechan breathed out, closing his eyes to this new sensation.

You didn’t expect he would make such a sound, swearing under his breath that way. You felt arousal build up in your core. Soon Haechan let go of your hand and you went on to continue to pleasure him on your own.

“Yes baby just like that” he praised, breath short, jaw hanging open as you felt your cheeks burn.

After a while you felt like his poor length was ready to suffocate through the tighter than ever jeans. So you stopped and Haechan instantly buried his face in the crook of your neck while he laid your back flat against the soft mattress.

He planted a thousand kisses all over you while he gently peeled off every piece of clothing cladding your body until you were left in your underwear. Your heart had never beaten so fast. You wanted to crawl into a hole when his avid eyes roamed over you as you surrendered your body’s every secret and somehow the deep brown orbs appeared to be still yearning for more. 

Then he finally took your bra off. You took a deep breath trying to chase away the crushing nervousness.

“You are beautiful, baby” he exhaled. Barely being able to wrap his mind around what was happening. Finally getting to see you under him like this.

He kissed you again. From your neck going down to your chest, you arched your back onto him when his wet tongue lapped at your hard nipple. A soft moan escaping your lips as you bit your bottom lip right after, trying to cage in the rest of the moans caught up in your throat.

“I wanna hear more of those sounds” Haechan practically growled lips attached to your lower stomach. He briefly got up to rip away his jeans and boxers and you finally saw it.

Haechan’s cock.

Your eyes round up at the sight and you try to swallow down the lump in your throat but to no avail. You never expected him to be this big… The thick member sits tall and proud. Harder than rock, ornamented by thick veins running down the shaft. A bead of precum pearling at its slit. You nervously swipe your tongue over your lips.

You’re having second thoughts you don’t think you can fit this inside of you but before you have time to voice out your concerns Haechan has picked up on it.

When he joins you back on the bed he goes back to smothering you with kisses and affection going lower into your pubic bone.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make you nice and ready for me” He says just before planting a kiss on your clothed center. You feel yourself quiver under his lips.

Delicately Haechan removes your underwear and can’t help but smirk when he notices the wet patch staining them before tossing them to the side. But he keeps it to himself. There will be plenty of time to tease you about it when you are both done. 

You fight the urge to close your legs when Haechan eyes down your most private part, lustful glint tinting his dark orbs. 

This time that is it. No turning back, you’re doing this.

Haechan kisses you again right on your bundle of nerves and you can’t begin to explain the difference between now and when you still had your underwear on. The contact with his plump lips makes you grip the sheets. And Haechan can’t help but notice you are very responsive.

He plants another kiss but this time let his tongue linger on your folds. You feel a shot of electricity down your spine when he starts to flick his tongue. 

“Fuck baby you taste so fucking sweet”

You repress an embarrassed whimper while Haechan grows hungrier. Relentlessly sucking on your bundle of nerves sending electricity through your core, gathering more and more arousal gushing out of your quivering center.

Haechan then gently slipped one finger inside your dripping heat. You take a deep breath as his digit progresses inside you until he bottoms out. 

“That’s my good girl” he praised as he rubbed small circles as deep as his finger could reach.

It was bearable until he curled his finger right into a spot you never suspected to be there in the first place. A shot of pure pleasure ripped through you as you moaned out loud and arched your back.

“Hmm…” Haechan purred in satisfaction, lips flush against your soaked core. “So sensitive for me, baby”

He pushed your magic button again and again which resulted in your arousal gushing out of you abundantly.

“Fuck baby. Can you take another one?” Haechan asked while he presented a second finger at your entrance.

You nodded your head frantically, pushing your hips down trying to get him to fill you up as soon as he could. He chuckled.

“My angel is so eager for my fingers” he said as he slid a second digit in. You bit your lips at the sting you felt as he parted you.

“H-Haechan” you cried out.

The way your walls stretched out around his fingers was intoxicating. Haechan started to slowly move in and out of you while you mewled.

“So good baby. So good for me” he whispered right before latching back onto your bundles of nerves. The deadly combo of his fingers pumping in and out of you while his tongue flicked your clit was slowly driving you to your edge.

“Please Haechan…” you cried out, hand going to entangle with his thick shiny hair. “Please don’t stop I’m gonna c-”

“Go ahead baby” He said, smirking against your folds.

Haechan didn’t rest, fingering you and feasting on you like a buffet until you felt yourself quivering around his fingers, walls eagerly gripping his digits as if trying to keep them inside you forever.

Before you could even realize you released all over Haechan’s mouth, which he happily welcomed, eagerly drinking your cum like a parched man.

While you gently came down from your high Haechan massaged your thighs and kissed all over them. 

When you came back to a relative consciousness Haechan was kneeling between your legs. Huge cock in hand, lazily stroking himself as he looked at you being already fucked out.

“Are you ready for me, my princess?” his husky voice resonated in the dark room. “are you okay with going raw?” He looked kind of embarrassed all of a sudden. “I didn’t come prepared. I-... I didn’t know you wanted-”

“Yes, it’s okay. I’m on the pill” you interrupted him. “Please Haechan… I want you now” you whimpered while spreading your legs even wider.

“Shittt” He cursed under his breath, trying not to let your shameless behavior drive him crazy.

He aligned himself with your entrance, rubbing circles with his tip, gathering your wetness. And he started pushing into you. You held your breath as he pushed inch after inch of his large member inside you. 

You felt yourself perfectly accommodating him, the dull pain growing stronger as he progressed. You bit your lips and frowned your brows. You moaned loudly as he bottomed out.

“Look at that. My good girl perfectly taking my cock like this” He stroked your face which made you look up at him. “So good for me my baby” he praised as he very gently pulled out to push back in.

This time it hurt a lot less. You moaned as he reached the bottom of you once again.

After a few back and forths the pain came to completely disappear. Soon the familiar knot started to tighten again in the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck I just won’t be able to behave when your pussy grips my cock so fucking tight” Haechan growled as his fingers dug into your side. “I just wanna fuck you hard into the mattress” He snapped his hips into yours a lot faster and you saw stars for a brief second, pleasure shooting from your center in each of your limbs. You wanted more of this.

“You can be rough. I can take it.” you affirmed, a neediness in the voice your boyfriend didn’t fail to notice.

Haechan’s eyes snapped back to you. “You think you can take me all in baby?” Haechan asked, his voice was low, raspy and his tone was serious, almost strained. He wanted to be absolutely certain that was what you wanted because he knew if he let himself slip on that road he wouldn’t be able to stop.

“Yes. Fuck me harder Haechan” you begged.

You felt him twitch inside you. And without another word he grabbed you at the hips rotating them at a specific angle and smashed himself inside you.

“Fuck” you screamed. You felt like you were transported to another dimension.

The pleasure he was providing you was something you never experienced before. A sensation that takes over everything and anything. The blissful joy spreading in your body, making your mind hazy as you moaned and whimpered for Haechan, completely losing consciousness of anything but him.

“Fuck baby” he started as beads of sweat ran down on either side of his beautiful sun kissed face. Half lidded eyes soaked with lust staring back at you. “Fuck y/n” he grunted. “Gonna cum for you”. he announced, short breathed, strained raw voice moaning into your ear.

“Yes please. Inside. Inside me” you begged as your fingers came down to play with your clit eager to chase your own high. And you do almost instantly. 

You finally grasp your orgasm. It completely tears through you. Completely drunk on him you moan his name again and again as you cum for the second time, completely soaking him and the mattress while your walls clench and spasm around his thick cock which is the last straw for Haechan.

Finally he lets go inside you, completely covering your center with thick ropes of white hot burning cum. His slender fingers firmly holding your hips down on him while he fills you up to the brink.

He rolls down next to you completely drained and exhausted. You two have to catch your breaths for a few minutes before you can even begin to think normally again. Completely drunk on the pleasure and the euphoria of the moment.

Haechan is the first to break the silence.

“Fuck” he swears in a breath, his glistening chest rising and falling rapidly.

“I love you so much y/n”

a/n: what did you think? honestly i have a soft spot for gentle dom haechan. he's just so cute. really tried to give reader and him an authentic/genuine relationship. tell me if you liked it. i love reading your comments. dont be shy to drop my asks <3 anyway hope you enjoyed ay-yo <3

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[frankenkyle19]

Cherry Medicine 🍒

Request

word count: 809

warnings: mentions of snot, spit and being sick

“Kyle please you have to take your medicine, it’ll make you feel better I promise!” You repeated for what had to be the tenth time in the span of only a few minutes. The zombie boy hid behind the kitchen table out of your reach, shaking his head. His eyes looked tired and his nose was red and running. He was sick. 

He didn’t quite understand what was going on with him, but he’d been bedridden for nearly two days now. He came down with something after he had gotten out one night to explore. He was miserable. Coughing and sniffling constantly. He cried because his throat hurt and he cried because he couldn’t breathe through his nose. Then he cried because his head hurt from him crying.

You had been by his side the whole time, risking getting sick yourself so you could take care of him. He loved you taking care of him but the one thing he didn’t like was medicine time. You’d tried to teach him how to take pills, thinking it would be easier since they were tasteless, but he couldn’t figure out how to swallow them.

So your only other choice was to give him liquid medicine. The cherry flavored medicine that smelled almost nostalgic in the worst way. 

He had drunk it down the first time no problem because he figured you’d never give him something he didn’t like. The second time, he tipped the cup of liquid into his mouth before quickly spitting it out, covering you with a spray of red sickly cherry liquid. You didn’t scold him for it though. You hated medicine just as much.

The third time you had to hold him down and force it down his throat. That upset him. He didn’t like to be forced to do things or be held down. 

The fourth time was right now, Kyle huffing and puffing, hiding behind the kitchen table, running around to the other side each time you took a step closer to him. 

“N-no-no! No m-medicineee!” He grunted, shaking his head, blonde curls covering his forehead and eyes. He coughed, wiping the snot forming on his upper lip onto his sweater sleeve. You’d need to get him new clothes soon.

“Kyle look, I know you don’t like it but once it’s done you don’t have to take any more the rest of the day. Okay?” You tried to offer, holding the cup of liquid out in offering. You really didn’t want to force him to take his medicine but he needed it. You hated seeing him suffer.

“C-cuddle t-touchhh” he spoke, wide curious eyes watching you, such innocence in the brown orbs. 

You furrowed your brows a bit, trying to decipher his words. Sometimes it was hard to understand him, but you tried your best.

“You want cuddles?” You asked, to which he nodded, carefully taking a step towards you, arms out in front of him a bit. 

A smile formed on your lips as you looked at him. Maybe this wouldn’t be too hard after all.

“Of course I’ll cuddle you, Kyle. Just take the medicine, okay?” You set the cup on the table’s wooden surface, watching to see what he would do.

He grimaced a bit, scrunching up his nose in distaste as he clumsily picked up the small cup, bringing it up to his lips. He glanced back at you before closing his eyes and tipping the liquid into his mouth. He gagged a bit as the viscous liquid coated his mouth and slid down his throat, senses being overwhelmed by the fake cherry taste. He swallowed hard, shuddering before tossing the cup back onto the table.

“Go-gooood Kyle?” He asked, looking at you hopefully. He always loved your approval. You nodded, which caused him to smile, lips parting and dimples forming on the apples of his cheeks. 

You gently took his hand and let him back to his room, tucking him into bed under the covers before joining him. He wrapped his arms around you, burying his head in the crook of your neck as he sighed sleepily. 

You gently rubbed his back, humming as he drifted off, clutching onto you. 

He fell deep into sleep soon after, body relaxing against yours, his breath coming out with a wheeze as his nose was stuffed up. 

When he woke up you’d feed him some soup and whatever else he wanted, and maybe give him a bath if he was up for it. He at the very least needed a change of clothes, the snot on the sleeve of his sweater now dried and crusted onto the fabric. If it was anyone else it would disgust you, but it was your Kyle. You couldn’t be disgusted by a single thing he did. 

Hopefully he’d be back to his normal healthy happy self soon. 

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[sashi-ya]

𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 Äs Nödt x F! Nurse! Reader

ಇ. I had this fic saved for myself, but I honestly didn't think my heart would be that broken when his inevitable end would get animated. Don't get me wrong, I loved Rukia and Byaku's win, but... you gotta understand that for a nurse, As Nodt represents those who you couldn't save. A patient whose hand needed a squeeze, but still it was too painful for him... poor thing. ಇ. tw: medical terminology. be careful if you are sensitive to illness and death topics. it is full of little metaphors, try to understand where I was going with what I wrote. you can ask me too! ಇ. wc: 1k

Before he was even a Sternritter, As was a simple man. A suffering, yet simple man. And you knew him very well.

He was sick, bedridden. It was too painful for him to even breathe. His existence was cold, sterile, and for him so unworthy.

However, there was a Sun. A Sun that would shine a light every time it walked through the doors of his ever-pristine white room… you.

His voice has never been loud, but really, really low. It wasn’t sweet, it was very raspy, as if he was trembling in fear. His short, straight hair framed his façade, the mask giving him oxygen carved red marks on his cheeks and black eyes fixed in a boring ceiling.

Oh, but you. His only reason to smile. But did he show it to you? No. Did he tell you? Neither.

But you knew…

“Hello Äs! how are you doing today?” you ask, with a metallic tray on your hands. Who knows how many pills are in there, but all of them are equally necessary for him to stay alive.

“H- hello… g- good” he said, every time. He doesn’t feel good, he never does. But does he want for you to worry about him? No.

You come closer to his bed, leaving the tray over his tiny bedside table. Taking a swift look at his monitor, you see -as always- his heart rate slightly going up. Ah… he is at least interested in feeling something besides pain and fear about his inevitable end.

“So, Sir Nödt… I’m aware today is your physical therapy day. Nurse (male name) won’t be able to attend the hospital today, would you allow me to do it for him?” you ask. Everything should be professional. You probably were waiting a “no” but instead he took a little time to answer.

“Hmh…” he nods, as much as he could possibly move his neck without grimacing in pain.

You smile, kindly. Your look softens. You didn’t want to feel sorry, pity for him. You really thought those feelings weren’t proper. But you couldn’t help it. Your heart ached too, and you wanted to help him as much as you could… “Good! Let’s make those muscles move with utmost care! Let me put on some tunes too”

You weren’t sure about him wanting for real to do it. He never did, as your colleagues said. “He is in pain, but he is equally scared to feel pain and that freezes him even more. He won’t ever get better…”

Again, your heart ached. What do they know about getting better? Why judging him? He needed help, not critics. And… who knows, maybe, he just needed someone to believe in him to feel better.

You make sure your hands aren’t cold. You wear a mask to come close to him, you don’t want to create more problems for him, a simple germ could cost him his thread hanging life.

You take your phone and press play. A soft melody starts playing. You don’t really know when it was, but you were sure he said he likes the sound of pianos playing to relax.

 Äs widens his eyes. Extremely black orbs fix on you, he is amazed by the song filling the room, he is probably glad to hear something besides the sound of the oxygen flow on his face.

“Give your hand, please” you whisper, trying not to cover the song. You let him choose which one of his pale hands will move first.

He breathes in a considerable amount of air into his lungs, and then, with trembling motion his right bony hand reaches yours. It feels soft. Lightweight.

And so needy.

You begin to inspect his joints. Of course it’s painful for him, not only because of being sick but also because of avoiding to move them for so long. “One finger at a time” you murmur, as you can feel him desiring to grab your hand.

He goes slow. Äs wants more, but he is in pain. He is afraid.

“Don’t be scared. I’m holding your hand right now. You can try to hold mine” you encourage him. You, perhaps, wanted more and even the same way he does for him to grab your hand… Are you falling in love with a patient? A.. dying patient?

He sees you. You see him. He closes his eyes. And maybe a little smile wanted to adorn his lips. His fine, chapped, lips.

“Follow me, Äs”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ.

When he opens his eyes he isn’t lying down in a mattress. He is standing, in two feet. He is still pale, his hands show that. A cold breeze kisses his cheeks, he notices his hair is way longer now as it flows with the wind around.

He can hear kids laughing, and the greenery around feels refreshing. A park… it’s been so long since he stood in the middle of one.

Suddenly, something lands on his cold nose. It’s as soft as the wind, but it’s pink. A cherry blossom petal just flew up to where he is. And like that rosy flower, a million rain down from dark wooden trees.

“Spring? Is this Hanami?” he asks and notices he can speak louder. And when he does, it’s not painful… it’s… normal.

He slowly turns around. And again, moving doesn’t hurt. Breathing doesn’t hurt. Her arms around his waist coming from behind, either.

“Äs! Love! Turn around, I wanna take a picture of you with the Cherry Blossoms in the back!” you chime. Your camera, an old analogue one, captures the beauty of a pinkish rain that doesn’t wet but only kisses your skin with a soft, soft scent.

He is absolutely stunned by your beauty as you walk back pointing the camera lens to him. Your hair also flows. You are his nurse, his sun. What are you doing there? Why is he alive?

“Smile you silly! You are scaring me! What’s gotten into you?” you scold him, his death stare creeps you out sometimes.

As the camera shots and captures his amazed look, you walk back towards his thin arms. “Wanna have some ice cream? Or do you prefer cotton candy? Oh wait, maybe you want Takoyaki?” you excitedly jump, feeling the hard edges of his hipbones against your belly when hugging him.

“I just want to hug you for a little longer…” he murmurs. It kinda scares you, because when he ever said something sweet?

“Hug me for as long as you want, sweetheart…” you whisper, nuzzled in the crook of his neck. He rests his chin on the crown of your head, it’s so soothing to feel his chest go up and down, breathing pure air…  

Don't wake up. Don't wake up. please, just for a few moments now... Your Majesty.

#as nodt #as nodt x reader #as nodt bleach #bleach #bleach fanfic #bleach x reader #bleach anime #bleach imagines #bleach fanfiction #bleach fanart #as nodt fan fic #as nodt fan fiction #sashi ya #bleach quincy

[bucknastysbabe]

I can have an aegon ii crying and whining (love to see that man cry) because he knows you're going to break up with him....

I hope this is alright, thanks for the request. Xoxo

Rating: Mature

Tags: TW//Alcohol abuse, addiction, verbal and emotional abuse, alcoholic/addict Aegon, codependency, description of DTs, break-up, man tears, modern!au, sorry I projected my alcoholism on this, man tears whiny pathetic babykins

A/N: Sorry Anon if I took some liberties, I felt this as a good reason for him to be crybaby. Alcoholic projection gets me ass sometimes

“No-nononono!,” Aegon cried from behind you.

You poured the last of his bottle out of the sink. The fucker had hidden the booze in your boots. Your boots. After boldly claiming he was sober, clean, and going to meetings. Alas, here you were again, Aegon whining and begging once again. Cycle of insanity as that blue book he owned said. Fat tears leaked from his wide orbs, lips trembling, face blotchy and red.

“You lied to me!,” you barked.

He tugged at his hair, big violet eyes fixated on that precious liquid going down the drain. Aegon whimpered, “Stop. Stop it! I’m sorry, I- I- I won’t do it anymore! I hid it for an emergency!” He sobbed as you placed the now empty bottle onto the counter.

This was on and off for what felt like the entirety of the relationship. It was fun at first— party Prince Aegon Targaryen. You two would go all night. You began to grow tired of the non-stop celebration. He’d keep going, snorting in the bathroom, taking something to sleep, leaving to hang out with the ‘bros’. Always had a reason to have something in his system.

You didn’t know if he had ever cheated. It felt he cheated on you with the bottle— ‘his baby’ he so fondly referred to alcohol one time. He had to take an extra semester only to land on academic probation. You graduated and got a job, got a place with Aegon. Upon moving in you expressed your feelings about his habits, the blonde apologizing and swearing he’d be on the straight and narrow.

Your stupid simple heart thought he would change, the little oath he made would settle Aeg some. He did at first, snuggling down for movies, grandiose gifts, and dinner for two with one cup of wine. Looking back on Aegon’s behavior he was too settled— a little hazy, forgetful, coming in and out of the world. Checking his bedside drawer that night explained the situation. Bars upon bars of Xanax in a bag. Something to quell the annoyance of being a real boyfriend.

That was a big fight. You ‘broke up’ with him on the spot. Aegon immediately burst into sobs, crying and promising to do better. No more pills. You believed him, again, the fucker even charmed you back into bed. ‘Making love’, holding hands as he filled you up, promising and apologizing. Sorry sorry sorry.

It’s about all he could muster anymore with you. Sorry.

You swallowed a sob and warbled, “You keep saying you’re going to change Aegon! It never happens! Here were are again, finding your little lies all over the place. You need help! Sorry doesn’t change shit baby. I’m done, I’m done with this. Do you even think about my feelings?”

He whined in distress, walking over and dropping to his knees. You let your sick baby cry into your stomach, arms wrapped tight around you. Sighing heavily you pet his white hair, nose wrinkling at the booze coming off his skin, the sink, everywhere.

He looked up with reddened eyes, pretty lips trembling as he begged, “You’ve got to help me, please, I can’t stop. I don’t want to lose you. Don’t leave me alone, I-I’m scared.” Every part of your body wanted to believe him. The trust had been long shattered like the bottle he threw at the wall one time— smashing it in a drunken rage.

“Why can’t you just piss off and let me do my thing? Fucking ball and chain!”

Aegon whined your name some more, gripping harder. He whimpered, “You won’t leave me right? Right my love?” You looked away and wiped a tear. He clung harder, sobbing, “No, please love, puh-please, no.” Wrenching free from the grip you shook your head. He tried to grab again, you stepping backward with a hand up.

“No Aegon. You need to seek help. For yourself, not me. I’m done. You’ve hurt me enough,” softening your tone you added, “Baby, you’re very very sick. You’ll die. Make a choice.”

He looked disgustingly sad and pathetic on his knees, hands wrenching at whatever was available. Aegon’s brow furrowed as he hissed, “So you’re like the rest— just leaving me.” You sighed in pity, running a hand over your brow. This was getting harder by the second, the damn man wearing you down to a nub.

“No Aegon. You made them leave. Pushed all of us away on your pursuit for, for, whatever you’re seeking inside.”

He warbled, “Don’t say that.”

“Just go look in the mirror. Call your mother.”

You stepped out of the wretched apartment, Aegon’s wailing filling your ears. ‘Don’t leave me!’ You’d break down later. It felt like a gaping wound settled in your chest. You idly wondered if Aegon felt like that— needing to fill the pocket with anything that didn’t make the blonde feel like himself.

Aegon stared in the mirror, puking after a short gaze. He hated what stared back at him. Hated everything really. Now he had nothing to suck on to take the pain away. No baby to coddle him, his baby, who he used and abused like everything else. Aegon sniffled and wiped his mouth. Leaning on the wall in front of the toilet he dialed his mother's number. Straight to voicemail.

“Hey Mom. I need help. Like, put me somewhere help.”

He frowned at how worn down and whiny his voice sounded. Whatever. What did he have left anyway? A future? Maybe. He stared up at the ceiling, feeling the inevitable shakes begin. There might be a hidden spot up in the fake fireplace. The prince would get it when he’d start shaking enough to lose the ability to walk.

#hotd fanfic #aegon targaryen x reader #modern!aegon targaryen #modern!au #read the tw and tags #aegon ii angst #aegon ii targaryen x reader #ask answered

[mmorw]

Jay Hong from lookism has always been such a cute puppy, like image him absolutely sobbing n drooling while riding a fat cock. His thighs trembling while you let out sweet praises that melt his cute little brain. The sharp gasps and whimpers coming from his mouth fill the room you two are in

Yk?

I'm crying... but tears of reality bc this is SO TRUE ‼️

baby boy is just so cute 😭

cw: smut. afab chr. vaginal. riding. praise kink. biting. bro's being hermoso again.

!! English is not my first language 🤘 any spelling or grammatical errors, notify by dm.

short thirst.

I feel that Jay really is a romantic, yk? every time you nicely ask him to ride your cock, he'll hold your hands while he does it; happy to satisfy you and let out sweet gasps every time your cock hits his sensitive spot perfectly.

Calling him sweet names, complimenting the good job he does while it just makes him move more and more, he has no rest until he knows he's doing a good job. He melts so fast under you; letting you guide him if he gets tired and has to hug your neck to let you take his hips and help him get down easier.

his face and neck full of sweet kisses and few bites, cradling your cheeks as his perfect blonde hair sticks to his forehead and leaves you the beautiful view of one of his orbs. His sweet little face urges you to slam harder against him to only ruin that cute little face of his into a big mess. ♡

No matter how silly or hard you fuck him, Jay loves the romantic feeling of remembering that you two are fucking in his room with an amazing bed and view, giving such an intimate and close moment in a nice place able to let you two close your eyes and say something like, "fuck, thanks for this" while enjoying each other.

pounding deep into his cunt as his gasps rise in altitude, you take this as a "level up" game each time you try to make Jay's vocal cords work again, as he feels your fat cock fill him to his fucking limit.

My guy's legs are pretty nimble, aren't they? hard to hit and take a beating, it's funny how weak and wobbly they get once he loses control of them when he's just jumping on your lap like a fucking rabbit in heat lol.

his waist is so tiny and voluptuous too, you love to knead his skin until your finger marks leave bruises on his milky skin and you have to listen to his low whining when you two get in class the next day.

Jay also feels that he can be very closeted on days that are not 'safe' for him, he will have some sort of big dispute with himself whether he should carry condoms or birth control pills so he doesn't get a hard time in the future, and be able to enjoy your cock without a piece of plastic in the way. wink.

“Mm! cherry flavor!”

#specialty #sub lookism #dom male reader #dom reader #Jay Hong — Lookism. #sub Jay Hong #lmao idk what more #my in writing has no effect on him- im sorry 😭

[jessmaybank]

Her - JJ Maybank

Based on the song Her by Chase Atlantic

Outer banks x Chase Atlantic masterlist

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Pairing(s): JJ Maybank x fem! Kook reader. A bit of Rafe x reader also.

Word count: 2.4k

Summary: Whilst being in a relationship with Rafe for over a year, JJ comes along and fucks everything up.

Warnings: swearing, smoking, drug use (Molly & weed), cheating, angst, daddy issues, SMUT, unprotected sex, choking, oral (f receiving).

AN: mutual pining, lots of jealousy. if you like the innocent reader trope, this one probably isn’t for you.

Giuseppe steppin', she ain't moonwalkin'

Copped Balenciagas, then we drew on 'em

Molly had her shaking like an asthmatic

She told me to take the drugs in public, I ain't backtracking

Her vision is hazy as she steps into the smoking area of the club, a mixture of cigarette smoke and the pills she had taken blurring her eyesight. Her dainty hands clung onto her boyfriends arm as he lead her through the erratic crowd, their heightened senses doing nothing but provoking the chaos around them.

Ever since she started dating Rafe, she found herself doing drugs more often, his bad habits seemingly rubbing off on her.

Shortly after they find a seat, Rafe springs up, leaving her to navigate her high on her own as he goes to talk to some friends. Her hand dove into the depth of her LV handbag, retrieving a cigarette and a lighter.

The various array of designer jewellery and accessories planted on her figure contrasted greatly to the dull expressions displayed through her features, her body language indicating she didn’t really want to be there.

That’s when he saw her for the first time. JJ was stood on the opposite end of the small smoking area, a matching cigarette decorating his ring clad fingers. He observed the way her face lit up as she lit her cigarette, the dancing embers reflecting on her blown out pupils. He thought she was the most mesmerising thing in the world.

She pursed her lips together, her boredom evident as she scanned her surroundings warily, and that’s when her eyes met his for the first time.

JJ brought his cigarette up to his ruby red lips, inhaling a long toke as he fixated all of his undying attention to her petite frame. She mirrored his actions, an exhilarating sense of euphoria consuming her as she did so, her sinful urges most likely exacerbated by the Molly. Nevertheless, she liked it.

The corners of his mouth turned upward into a timid smile, and suddenly JJ felt like a giddy teenager again. He ran his hand through his picturesque blonde locks, his eyes never wavering from her.

She couldn’t help the small smile that creeped up on her face, one that matched his perfectly. Her features radiated a sense of hunger and need for him, and JJ swore he would do anything he could to get her.

Rafe walked back over to her, planting a kiss on her flushed cheek, and just like that, his smile faltered. She barely acknowledged him though, too engrossed in the blonde stood across from her, his blue orbs holding her captive.

JJ’s insides twisted in the most disturbing way, a certain coldness rushing through him. He couldn’t fathom how someone as enchanting as she was could be with someone like Rafe.

She brought her hand up to wipe her cheek, as if to eradicate all traces of her boyfriend from her, and JJ felt a sliver of hope that maybe she wouldn’t be Rafe’s for long.

Woah, she's high fashioned

Took me to the back room in Chanel so we could smash and

Everything is Louis V and Louis V her casket

And she's so good at walking out because her dad did

A waterfall of salty tears streamed down her rosy cheeks, her breathing unorganised as she makes a poor attempt to catch her breath. She sat in one of the many rooms in her mothers house, the space cluttered with expensive furniture. Tears rolled onto her phone as she stared at the text from her father, her vision hazy. He had tried to reach out to her for the time time today, a random occurrence due to fact he left her and her mother when she was just a child. The night sky caused a dim light to engulf the room, an obvious reflection of her low mood.

Despite the fact her skin was agitated with redness from crying, JJ thought she looked as angelic as ever when he spotted her frail figure at the island club. Her breathing stilled as she took notice of him, her puffy red eyes finding solace in his softening features. His work attire made him look as charming as ever, and suddenly she didn’t feel so suffocated by her surroundings.

He noticed her boyfriend was no where to be seen, and although that made him somewhat happy, his heart sank at the realisation no one was trying to eradicate her obvious sadness. If it was up to JJ, he wouldn’t leave her side until he saw her smile.

So as soon as his shift finished, that’s exactly what he did. The two of you sat on some wooden decking which overlooked the crystallised waters that graced the outer banks, passing a joint back and forth. The weed aided her in numbing her pain, and JJ was happy to help, knowing the feeling all too well when a family member disappoints you.

She turned her head to face him, exhaling the smoke that previously engulfed her lungs. He mirrored her actions, his logical thinking crumbling right before his eyes as he studied the light freckles that were splattered across her face.

To her, time felt like it was in slow motion, leaving her plenty of time to remind the boy that she had a boyfriend. But she never did. Instead, she brought her hand up to his cheek, the cold metal of her Cartier ring a stark contrast to his skin, which felt like it was on fire under her touch.

And she welcomed his kiss.

She says "Ooh, we could do whatever you want

But boy, don't go falling in love

You can't stay with me

All you'll ever have is one day with me"

“God j” she moans, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she lay underneath him, legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked her deep in her bedroom.

He had climbed into her bedroom in the middle of the night, a risky move considering he knew she could be with Rafe. Unfortunately, once again his sinful urges overpowered his rationality.

Her acrylic nails dug into his back, skin almost breaking as she dragged them up to his neck, pulling at the shaggy strands of hair on the back of his head. He groaned into her mouth, their kissing sloppy as neither of them could control their moans.

JJ buries his head in her neck, lips latching onto the sensitive skin as he thrusts into her once again.

“No hickeys” she reminds him, an abrupt wave of sadness and frustration rolling over him at the reminder that he will never have her all to himself. He would never be able to call her his.

He turned all his pent up anger and resentment towards Rafe as a means to fuck her harder, wrapping his hand around her neck and squeezing.

“I bet he doesn’t fuck you like I do, huh?” He says, his zealous thrusts causing the loud sound of their skin slapping to fill the room. She shakes her head, her lack of response an indication of the overwhelming pleasure she was feeling.

“Words” he said sternly, needing to hear her submit to him. He thought maybe that would make him feel better about the fact that the girl he was falling for was with another man.

He brought his face back up to look at her, their lips brushing as she uttered her next sentence.

“not even close”

Ooh, she said "We can do whatever you want

You could fuck me in the back of your car"

But I won't ever get to stay with her

'Cause all I ever had was one day with her

She bounced on his cock like her life depended on it, the faint pitter patters of raindrops being drowned out by their heavy panting as she fucked him in the back of the Twinkie, straddling him. She had an argument with Rafe that night, and as always, she turned to JJ.

If she was telling the complete truth, she would have to admit that she was picking fights with her boyfriend on purpose, so she had an excuse to leave him for the night and be with the boy she really wanted. JJ was the only boy she knew that could turn the pit of despair that usually sat in her stomach to a knot of building pleasure, and tonight was no different.

As much as she was tempted at times like this, she knew breaking up with Rafe wasn’t really an option. Their families were too close, and her mother’s business relied heavily on Wards generous deals. Her lack of a father figure also meant that she had a hard time trusting men, and a hard time believing she could really be loved. Growing up neglected by someone who was supposed to love her unconditionally meant she always struggled with her self worth, and it was hard for her believe that JJ only wanted her for her.

His nails dug into her hips, helping her bounce on him as he leaned in to kiss her. Her glossy lips smashed against his, his tongue diving into her mouth as soon as she let out another gasp. She bit his bottom lip, the action causing him to groan into her mouth, and she slowly felt herself melt into his lap.

“You taste like heaven” he mumbles, bringing his hands up to her head, pushing the falling strands of thick hair behind her ears, before pressing his forehead against hers, his eyes lidded as he feels his climax nearing.

She smiled at him, a sickly sweet smile that would make someone think she could never be capable of fucking him like she was, least of all whilst she was taken by another.

Her smile faded into a frown, eyebrows furrowed as JJ started bucking his hips up, the tight coil in her stomach starting to unravel as she struggled to keep her eyes open. JJ grabbed her jaw, forcing her to maintain eye contact whilst she came all over his cock, legs weak as they started to spasm on top of him.

Her pussy clenched, sending JJ over the edge, and he came inside of her, a mixture of their juices spilling down her thighs as they attempted to catch their breath. Although JJ could never have her, at least he could find comfort in knowing that when she crawled back into Rafe’s bed tonight, his cum would still be inside of her.

JJ planted a sweet kiss on her forehead, the gesture making a wave of guilt consume her. Deep down, she knew he deserved better than what she was giving him, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop seeing him, captivated in everything JJ Maybank.

The sound of their heavy breathing is interrupted by her ringtone, and she peers down at the phone beside them to see Rafe’s contact on the screen, their movements coming to a halt as they look at the phone, and then back at each other. Her eyes were tinged with pain, and as always, his facial expression matched hers.

Ooh, think her boyfriend might be Christian Dior

I'm getting feelings that I didn't before

And all I wanna do is stay with her

But I know all I have is one day with her

The party was in full swing as she spotted him across the room, her muscles tensing as she sat on her boyfriends lap. The room was crowded, so he was hard to spot, but she did it with ease.

JJ was sat with John B, the only person he had told about his encounters with her. He observed the way his best friends face fell as he noticed her, relishing in the way Rafe’s arms were wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer against his back as her legs draped across his.

“Let her go, bro. She’s not worth it” John B says, and it was like a dagger to JJ’s pained heart.

“Trust me, I’ve tried” he replies, running a hand through his blonde locks, a sign of his distress.

By the end of the night, JJ had her in the bathroom, sitting on the counter and gripping at his hair, whilst his head was buried in between her thighs. Her clothes had been discarded on the floor tiles, her nipples hardened from the exposure.

His tongue flicked over her aching clit again and again, and she had to bite her lip to stifle her moans, so hard she almost drew blood. his nails dug into her thighs, his grip tight as he ate her pussy like it was his favourite meal. And truth be told, it was.

Ooh, she's always been running from love

'Cause daddy didn't give her enough

But I can make the pain better

All I need is one more day with her

It was about 2am when she snuck out to the chateau, a slight adrenaline cursing through her veins as she texted JJ to come outside.

It was tipping with rain, her drenched hair stuck to her face as the door opened, and she couldn’t escape the small smile that framed her face as JJ appeared from the run-down house, the tension in her shoulders relaxing.

“Are you crazy, you must be freezing” he says, taking in her cami top and pijamas shorts as he runs downs the wooden porch steps to meet her on the muddy grass.

“I broke up with him”

JJ freezes, raindrops falling onto his face as he registers her words. “You…what?”

“Rafe. I broke up with him” she says, taking a step closer to the boy she had fallen for. Her eyes glistened with excitement as she finishes her sentence, relishing in the fact she finally got the courage to do what she wanted all along.

After hearing it the second time, JJ knew he wasn’t dreaming, but nevertheless he gave his arm a quick pinch for confirmation. He moves towards her, one hand tangled in her wet hair, the other snaking around her waist.

JJ lowered his head, his lips brushing against hers, lingering there for a moment before he finally kisses her. The kiss was sweet and slow, and neither of them had experienced anything quite like it before.

“This mean your ready to become a pogue now?” He teases, and she lets out a giggle, admiring the way his wide smile decorated his beautiful face. He smelt of lynx aftershave and weed, the combination giving her nothing but a sense of comfort as she gazed up at him through her eyelashes.

“Well, I’m not sure about that…” she starts, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“But I’m sure about you”

#obx #outer banks #jj maybank #jj maybank smut #jj mayback x reader #jj outer banks #rudy pankow #jj obx #obx3 #outer banks smut #jj maybank imagine

[digenerate-trash]

thinking about yan Harper stuffing you with eggs to keep you in the asylum (and closer to him) and doing regular checkups on your progress

Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry AMAB Harper <3 | AFAB GN PC It's been 10 weeks of isolation. No other doctors have seen you. You eat meals alone in your room. On days when Harper can't see you, you get a little restless. He's your only contact after all. 

The meals he gives to you are measured out. Everything is very orderly including the shots and meds he gives you. You don't even know why you're here really something about stress? You're not sure it's been too long and it's not like Harper talks to you about it. 

Instead, he likes to chat with you. He asks about your day and no matter how miserable your answers he nods along and smiles and gives you compliments and tells you sweet things. It's like talking to a very affectionate wall. His touch is warm even though gloved hands and he's always gentle, even during the first couple of weeks when you resisted so much. 

But today is different. Harper holds some equipment this time. Something a bit more complicated than a needle and a bottle of pills. He sets up the items on the table beside you as he begins his usual drabble. "How are you" "How are you feeling?" "Any side effects?" 

You know he's not paying attention to gage answers so you just respond with basic answers that he won't be adverse to. Like a practiced dance that means nothing. 

It's all a bit different though when he places down a jar. It's sterile with a little label on it. Inside sit six golf ball-sized orbs tinted pinkish. They seem to squirm with their weight suspended in the jar's liquid. 

"....what's that?" You ask. They make you uncomfortable a bit as Harper seems to snap out of his haze and focus on you again. 

"These are eggs- they're interesting, right? They're going to be a part of your treatment today-" Harper smiles wide his fingers tracing the outline of the jar before he prepares another needle with the dreaded pink liquid. You are eager to stall. 

".... like to eat?" You ask again and harpers hands seze a bit putting the needle down. He forces a laugh but he's a bit disturbed 

"No- not to eat. You're going to incubate them- you're going to be their parent-" 

Now it's your turn to be disturbed. You move away from Harper and the little jar of eggs quickly not wanting to be any closer to them but Harper grabs your leg pulling you back. You don't even see the needle until it's sticking out of your thigh you only have a few moments of clarity before the haze sets in. 

He pulls you back over carefully lifting your paintent gown and showing off your lower half. You've been in this position before as Harper spreads your legs and starts to toy with you. 

The slick cactus his fingers dripping onto the sheets under you. You know this feeling is only because of the needle Harper has shoved in your veins but it still feels good as his gloved hands play with you. Spreading you open. You sigh and shutter when Harper removes his hands from you.

You stare up at the ceiling still placid a little smile on your face as you look up and enjoy yourself. Your doctor knows how to take care of you... 

That is until something presses against your entrance. It's cold silly and it makes you squirm. Harper seems happy when it finally pops in. Your body shutters with arousal this time and it doesn't feel as pure or nice as when it was just Harper. 

You squirm to get away when you feel another one being pressed up against you but Harper holds your hips down and when it pops in this time he coos and praises you for doing a good job... you like it when you do a good job... you like being good for Harper. So you relax again. A third gets inserted into you. You can feel the little lineup of eggs in your body. You're full now. but Harper presses the fourth up against you anyway. This time it hurts. Until you feel it press in. One of the eggs is deeper inside of you than it should be. And Harper seems proud as he rubs your stomach a bit. 

This process continues until he's shoved every one of the eggs into your body. And then deeper until they all rest in your womb. Every time it seemed like you were getting a little too excited he'd take a break. Making sure you calmed down before he continued. When he finished Your stomach felt heavy. A little bloated even but Harper doesn't seem to mind as he rubs his hands through the slick substance around your hole and thighs. He thinks you look perfect and he's practically drooling as he undoes his belt and presses his clean dick up between your thighs to coat it in the slimy substance. 

It's not long before he's inside you rutting against your body holding you down as he pants over you. 

"You're the perfect little test subject-" Harper pants out. You can only mewl as He holds your body closer to his. 

You can't help it this time when you get close. Harper isn't stopping either so when you cum around his cock you finally find some relief. Even with the heavy eggs inside you seem to squirm a bit. 

It's not long before Harper presses your hips to his and he climaxes as well holding you there. He's panting his glasses askew as he looks down at you. His professional facade is gone and all that's left is a madman. 

Harper pulls away from you trying to compose himself. As best he can. The haze still clouds your mind as he packs up his equipment and the now empty jar. 

"Same time tomorrow-" he insists before he heads to the door "Be well." 

#yan dol #yandere #tw yandere #egg arc #tw oviposition #tw ovi #harper the doctor #tw malpractice #tw aphrodisiacs #tw dubcon #harper and you are having babies!!! #gross probably monster children but still

[infernalodie]

𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 || 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐞𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮

“𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘭 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘴 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯' 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘢, 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯' 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘢 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯' 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦, 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯' 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦“

Inspo: Montell Fish - Hotel

Pairing: Shouei Barou x Male!reader

Summary: There was something here since the two of you saw one another...

Warnings: Smut with a flash of fluff. Characters aged up.

Words: 1825

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

“B-Barou, hold on-”

“No. I’ve waited long enough.”

“Can we at least go somewhere else?”

“No. They need to know you’re mine.”

Your hands pressed against the behemoth’s chest, hoping to create some space, but Barou didn’t budge. Lips curled into a small smirk as he stared down at your reddened features. Eyes flickering around to your guys’ sleeping teammates. “Barou!” You whined softly, attempting to pull up the blue sweatpants that the man had been trying to rip from your body. “Showers. We can go there.”

The man did very little to show interest, only continuing to place kisses across your rich skin. The hem of your shirt bunched up around his wrists as he kissed, licked, nipped, and sucked spots across your stomach. Fingers gently toying with your pebbled nipples, inclined to break down your resilience with due time. Some specific placed kiss, feather-light touches, and you’ll become a needy toy within seconds.

“Barou…” You panted, hands sprawling through his spiked hair, nibbling on your bottom lip. The sight of him was something out of this world. Crimson orbs staring up at you, mouth placing spells on your body that formed a warm flush to your skin, he was something short of normal. “Hey! Hold on a sec-! Fuck.” You moaned, panicked features dissolving to one of relaxation.

Barou slowly stroked your cock, enjoying the sight of your embarrassed expression. “We do this now or I leave you high and dry, Y/n,” he whispered in that silky smooth tone of his. “This is beneficial for both of us.”

Although the truth was a tough pill to swallow, he was right. For days, the two of you had been training and dealing with the games you two and the rest of the team had to perform in. But ever since the both of you had met, there had been some sort of tension between the two of you. A thick rope was tied around your throat and tightened each time you were forced to communicate with the man. And it seemed like now, after nights of staring at the large hulking figure of Barou’s, trying to keep your gaze away from the spots that created a tent in your shorts, you were having those desires fulfilled.

“I don’t know how this is beneficial for me when anyone could see me like this.” You tried to wiggle your way out of his grasp, feeling incredibly hot with his warm palms encompassing your cock.

But it was useless with Barou applying his other hand to the center of your chest. “I know you want this as much as I do, Y/n,” he growled. “Just accept it. You want me as much as I want you.”

His thumb brushed across your red tip, smearing the pre-cum. You huffed, trying to keep any other noises beneath and avoid waking up any of your other teammates. The last thing you wanted to deal with was people not looking at you as a teammate or for them to just cast you out. And Barou wasn’t making it easy for you to keep your mind focused on that. If anything, you were sure the man could care less about what the others thought. The two of you were carrying the team through the first selection process, so they would have to respect the both of you.

Resting on your elbows, you watched with a warm face the man toy with you. His own eyes watching every twitch and twist of your expression as you tried to hold in those sweet little noises. Beginning to let his hand move and slowly stroke your small needy cock.

Moving closer, soon Barou was sitting between your naked thighs with those innocent eyes of yours staring up at him. The smile that twitched onto his lips was unknown to him, only knowing the genuine admiration in his heart as he slowly closed the space between the two of you. “You look gorgeous, Y/n.”

Meeting his lips it was a shot of adrenaline into the bloodstream. Because it wasn’t lust-filled or derived down to desire. Although you’d been wanting him since you first saw him, you wanted something softer. Something passionate and intimate. And you loved and adored every second of the moment.

Pressing your lips against his, something that was quickly reciprocated. His free hand holding your cheek with the delicacy that would be shown with a growing flower. Lips moving at your own pace that crafted a perfect bubbly feeling in both of your guts. This unpolished and abstract feeling neither of you knew of. It was overwhelming like Barou’s hulking figure towering over you. It was warm like Barou’s warm gaze that rested on you when you slept. It was soft like the hold he had on you. Everything about it was new but not unwelcome. Because you leaned on one arm, using your other arm to wrap around his neck and pull him closer.

With careful fingers and considerate thinking, Barou’s hand that once held your cock slid down with his index gently pushing past your fluttering entrance. The white-hot pain that flooded your body made you pull him closer. Allowing him to swallow your whimpers as you curled your legs around his waist. Inviting him in with one hand gently pushing against his pelvis, a soft but noticeable sign that Barou took into account. Getting you ready with slow and consistent thrusts and curls of his finger, all the while keeping the intimacy of the kiss. Ignoring the pain of his lungs pleading for a second of air.

You didn’t know if it was just the sensation of him partly being inside you or the kiss, but you were a muddy mess. And when you felt the tip of his cock start to stretch you, you pulled from his lips with a gasp. Bruised lips pursing together as your eyes clamped shut. Barou pulled away, sitting up with his hands finding their places on your hips with his thumbs rubbing circles. Hoping it would be enough to soothe the very apparent pain that increased the further he pushed.

And inevitably, you were a panting and whimpering mess with him flush to your body. Cock filling you to the brim. “Are you okay?” He whispered, teeth gritting as his hand was placed on the wall the two of you were lying beside. The vice grip you had around him was damn near unbearable and was slowly guiding him toward the release he’d been deprived of for a week.

It took a moment, a few shaky breaths, but you bit your bottom lip and looked up at him with tear-brimmed eyes. Nodding softly with your hands holding his sides. With a few consecutive thrusts that followed one after the other, creating a fuzzy feeling in your head, the pain subsided with pure animalistic arousal. Those groans that once fell from your lips morphed into moans that came as music to Barou’s ears.

The man hovering above you groaned, eyes flickering shut at the tensing and relaxing warmth of your walls surrounding his cock. Yanking him towards that edge the two of you were chasing and reaching out towards.

But whatever switch had been hardwired, redirecting the emotions and feelings you felt, had turned into something completely new. A different line of energy shooting into your veins made you stare up at Barou differently. Like you were finally feeling something that you didn’t before.

Whatever it had been, it had taken Barou by surprise when he felt your tongue run up the side of his neck. Unable to help the wet sensation from making his eyes roll back into his head. Tilting his head just enough to give you more access to act on these desires. You clamped your lips on his pulse point, moans muffled and sending vibrations right through his body.

Barou sped up his thrusts, hips slamming into yours with abandon. The mind becomes an unfinished puzzle of thoughts with your hips gently rocking to meet his thrusts. Those sweet noises of yours were surely loud enough to wake up the rest of the team, but he didn’t care. These blissful sensations you were giving him were unspeakable. No words could give them enough justice.

“Fuck, Y/n.” Barou panted, one of his hands reaching for the back of your head and forcing your lips against his skin. That tingling sensation in his lower gut was very apparent now, the euphoria in his body spreading throughout his cock pounded into you. “Fuck, I’m g-gonna fucking-”

He couldn’t finish his sentence with your lips smashing against his. Silencing the loud guttural moan to fill the room as he felt his release finally collapse on him. Hips stilling, flush with you before they twitched and he bucked into you. But your tight hole milked him dry before he inevitably pulled away from your body.

Although you were also in a sweaty daze, the sight of Barou sweating, cock fairly limp with remnants of his cum dripping off the tip, was something heavenly. Body cut by the gods and placed in your path to test your metal.

A smile tugged at his lips, running a hand through his hair that had lost its volume. “Fuck, you’re amazing.” But his eyes drifted down and found that you hadn’t finished. Your tip a needy red with pre cum dripping onto your stomach. And then you saw the flicker of light in his eyes as he slowly lowered to his stomach. A smirk etched across his lips as he said, “You deserve this as much as me.”

And you sat up on your elbows and watched him take you into his mouth. Head rolling back with your eyes closed.

If this was heaven, you weren’t ever planning on leaving.

“Hey, Y/n!” Isagi’s voice shook you from your daze, offering a tiny wave and hum, which was enough for the boy to frown, taking in your appearance and the bruises along your neck. Circles are evident underneath your eyes, showing that lack of rest had been a contributor. “Uh, are you okay? Were you training last night?”

The question made your body tense as you gave a sheepish smile. “Yup! For sure! That’s what happened!” You left zero room for the other to speak as you rushed over to your team's table. Isagi and Bachira didn’t allow their eyes to drift away from you, seeing you wince as you took a seat beside Barou. And speaking of your star player, the man grinned down at you, whispering something in your ear that caused you to clamp a hand over his mouth.

“They had sex,” Kunigami stated, shocking the two boys. But when he was met with silence, he found the pair staring at him incredulously. Making him stop chewing on his food and raise a brow. “What? You guys didn’t hear ’em last night?”

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[edanmaia]

hofas spoilers below; my random thoughts based on my shoddy translation (very acotar-centric)

lidia having kids is WILD. and ruhn's character really pivoted from frat boy to adult man...

the book was 800+ pages and yet so little happened

character motivations, character arcs, and whatnot were very surface level

I dont think nesta actually lost her ability to wield the trove?

azriel azriel azriel wow what an observant man 😊 we've never seen him talk this much

the one elain and gwyn mention made me giggle

DUSK COURT / PRISON !!! WHAT DOES THIS MEAN FOR BOOK 5

language translation pill is weird...

rhysand's sister mention?????? so fucking random

i need to think about how this ties into the next acotar book

The ending wasn't satisfying but it wasn't unsatisfying

i'm guessing the bryce / az / nesta bonus scene is about cellphones and them taking pictures

ember / randall bonus scene will be feysand and some nessian & azriel

the ruhn lidia bonus chapter was just an extended HEA.

sexual assault... there's a decent amount... and it's kinda brushed over

where tf is mor LMAO

the cauldron was wrong... it's also corrupt... mmm m mating bonds chosen by the mother vs by the cauldron????

no rhys/ruhn look alike explanation 😭

that ending made it seem like there wouldn't be a cc4 but maybe a novella similar to acofas?

i feel like she really toned down the sex scenes, which i am so grateful for. it gives me hope that acotar 5 will have a good plot.

high king plot wont happen. bryce abolished the monarchy... so will rhysand if he became high king

will elain use the orb Bryce used to share her visions?

#sjm #hofas spoilers

[visenyaism]

im devolving during my finals right now and i can’t think of any other way to say that hatshepsut and thutmose iii were rhaenyra and aegon-pilled. like the ptolemaic coding on the targs are sooooo clear but i think it’d be even more interesting to push them further back into archaic egyptian history. like the succession struggles between the two, the ideological divide between establishing herself as queen consort, queen regent, or queen regnant (but with all the masculine trappings of pharoanic power, which is kind of a fun parallel to show!rhaenyra’s whole ThingTM and conflict with gender performance and power). like i should be writing my final but i am instead turning this around in my head like an orb.

hold on i have to go look up a bunch of things

#asoiaf #i know nothing about like. ancient history