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cod-dump · 5 months

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great now you need to do teen ghost getting a puppy.

"ah yes. puppy will help him pick up chicks."

"nik, both our kids are gay."

(or bisexual. i cant tell if alex is with gaz or farah. or both)

Bastard (teen!Ghost au)

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Nik only told them he was coming home with a surprise for them.

Well, the surprise was mainly for Simon but he assured John that all of them would enjoy it equally. John wasn’t sure if he should be worried about what the man was bringing home. Simon had already gave himself a headache with how quickly his thinking about the surprise got out of hand. John had given him aspirin and told him to lay down, which Simon immediately fought against.

“Si, I’ll get you when he gets here. Go lay down.”

Simon whined, John certain he was too excited to even attempt to relax but he insisted. Kyle stepped in and ended up dragging Simon upstairs, John waiting until the disappeared from sight before he went to the living room to sit. He would love to believe that Nik wouldn’t bring anything crazy home but given the man’s track record John couldn’t be certain.

“So… No idea what he’s bringing?”

Farah sat next to him, she was so mature already. It was like having a third adult in the house instead of another teenager. The thought made John’s heart ache, knowing her maturity was a result of what she had to deal with.

“Not a clue. God— He’s going to destroy my house. I just know it.”

Farah hums in thought at John’s words before she grinned, “I bet he has a dog.”

John stiffened, “That’s specific…”

“He said the surprise was mainly for Simon. Ya know, your son who has been begging for a dog for a few years.”

God no-

“Rather random timing for that.”

“Not really. Simon had gotten his third paycheck from that job at the mall he has, and he went on another tangent about how much he wants dog last night. He’s responsible, can take care of a pet, and you know it would make him very happy.”

John blinks before he turns his head and gives Farah a glare, “You’re in on it.”

She doesn’t even try to deny it, “Yup. C’mon, John. Simon deserves a dog.”

“The mess, Farah!”

“You know Simon would take care of it!”

John groans, leaning back on the couch as Farah glares. He didn’t get Simon a dog because he was afraid he would end up having to care for it. Though Simon has shown that he can be responsible and he’s been doing well at his job, so that wasn’t much of a excuse anymore.

The truth was, he was scared to get another dog. After what happened with his old hound John swore he would never get another dog. But this dog wasn’t for him, it was for Simon.

“You’re right…”

Farah puffed up in victory, patting John’s shoulder before she takes out her phone and starts texting. John stares, that fucker-

“You should go get Simon.”

To be played by an eighteen year old girl. He felt proud.

Getting Simon to sit still was a hassle, he kept trying to get up and go to the door. Kyle and Farah had to sit on either side of him to keep him down. John couldn’t help but find it adorable, it’s been awhile since he had seen him so excited for a surprise.

John prepared himself when he heard a car door shut, Simon immediately vibrating with pure excitement. John opened the door, ready to freeze Nik where he stood with a glare, but he melted as soon as he saw the fluffy bundle of joy in his arms. Nik was visibly smug and rather proud of himself.

“Bastard,” John muttered out with no heat behind it.

Nik just grinned before he placed a quick kiss to his cheek before moving past John and into the house. Kyle squealed and Simon just made very quiet, squawking noises. Yep, John wasn’t going to be able to top this one.

John closed the door and rounded the corner to see Nik place the German Shepherd puppy on the living room floor, Kyle and Simon practically melting off the couch to lay on the floor on either side of it. Neither boy made a coherent sentence, in fact not a single sound they made sounded like a word from any language that John knew. His heart swelled at the sight as the boys cooed and just lost their minds over the puppy.

John walked up to Nik and leaned against his shoulder, he honestly didn’t know what to say. Simon made a sob-like sound when the puppy wandered over to him, allowing him to pick it up. He was grinning broadly when the sweet thing gave him timid kisses to his face. God, he was so happy. He hated himself for not letting him get a dog sooner.

Simon noticed the collar of the puppy with a tag, twisting the collar around to look at it. When Simon froze, his face dropping suddenly, John’s heart skipped a beat as well did Nik tense up.

“Riley…”

“Had to make sure you knew he was your dog.”

Simon blinked, tears welling up quickly before he buried his face in the puppy’s fur. In a instant, Simon was handing the puppy, Riley, to Kyle before he stood and nearly tackled Nik in a hug. Nik hugged him back instantly, one arm across his back and a hand cradling the back of his head. Simon sobbed into Nik’s chest, the man kissing the top of his head as he held him.

“I love you,” John almost didn’t hear Simon’s voice with it being muffled by Nik’s chest on top of it sounding so small.

Nik pressed another kiss to Simon’s head, “I love you, too, kid.”

It took a moment, but Simon finally pulled away from Nik, wiping his face. Sometimes, in moments like this, he doesn’t look like he grew up at all. Simon surprised John with a hug as well, giving him a good squeeze before parting and going back to the floor. Kyle whined when Simon took Riley from him but made no fight to keep him.

Nik stepped away into the hall, John naturally following him. The man wipe his eyes, John stepping over to him and pulling him into a hug. Nik melted against him, holding him.

“I’m not going to be able to beat that come Christmas time.”

Nik laughs, pulling away so he could look at John’s face, “Oh, I didn’t mean to upstage you, my liege.”

John swats Nik’s shoulder, the man snorting as he steps away, “Bastard.”

“Two times a bastard, all in one day. Hmm, wonder if I can make it three-“

John rolls his eyes, damn this man, “Behave… you did a good job.”

“Hmm?”

“You made Simon’s… everything. He looked so happy…”

“Thought I fucked up with the name for a moment there.”

“Honestly? I thought so, too.”

John pulls Nik back close to him, pressing a kiss to Nik’s lips. Nik held him, leaning into him as he did. They broke the kiss, resting their foreheads together. It was silent in the hall, the only sound coming from the boys still going insane over Riley and Farah laughing.

“So… do I get a reward for my big success?”

John smacks Nik’s shoulder, lowering his voice, “Behave!”

Nik laughs and John grins. Damn this man.

#call of duty #moden warfare #teen!ghost au #john price #cod nikolai #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #farah karim #cod riley #ask #thanks for the ask <3 #drabble #pricenik #dad price #dad john price #dad nik #dad nikolai

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sanest-bsd-delegate · 10 months

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𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙛𝙛

Headcanon: Daily life of you dating them. Ft Dazai, Chuuya, Nikolai and Ranpo

A/n: accept this as a payback for being gone for to long. Miss you guys, how have you been?

ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY

PORT MAFIA

MASTERLIST

Dazai:

You need to deal with him fr to much.

Can see him ordering drinks during you dates, specifically asking the waiter to bring two straws only to see him drink it from both.

Are you even dating him if you both haven't already taken couple quizzes on the Internet.

This mf istg. LIKE you are about to kiss and he would bump his forehead with yours.

Either he is 10/10 romantic or will be the worst lover in history.

Aww but imagine, if you are in bad mood and insecure or stuff, or saying why you hate your self, he would overhear that and list you things he likes about you. Cute, BUT STOP HIM BEFORE IT GOES FOREVER.

Never leave him alone at home. This man would bring those glow in the dark stars and paste it all over your room. THE LIGHT SO BRIGHT IT BLINDS YOU EYES.

UwU that gives him and you a reason to sleep together on the couch.

You both tried to set up yourself as avatars on games, trying to get your virtual self together only for Dazai's avatar to turn into a bread and commit arson.

Chuuya:

Can imagine you both raking up leaves and jumping into them.

he trying their best to be quiet while you are taking a nap.

This man gets into a heated argument with someone begins threatening them, only for you to pick him up and toss him over your shoulders walking away while he still shouts.

10/10 perfect dynamic couples

You both will visit a field of flowers as a dating spot and thinking you have time to take photos but then both of you end up laying in the field together and picking beautiful flowers for each other. Bonus when both of you make flower crowns for each other.

He kisses you before heading out to kill people, while you lie still in bed trina cope up completing your education degree he can never have. (Lets be real, they are 22, people are finishing college at that moment and not killing people for fun-)

You tried to connect to his Wi-Fi and jokingly put your own name in as the password.

WELL that actually worked and you are connected to his Wi-Fi. (STFU ITS NOT CRINGE ITS FLUFF)

Nikolai:

THIS MAN likes stealing your phone to change your phone's wallpaper into cursed pics from your Pinterest. 10/10 morning trauma

He helps you dry and brush your hair after a shower and visa versa.

Normalising playing on the swings at a small playground that nobody goes to anymore because that's what two sane persons do.

Hands down, both of you tried to cross your kitchen playing three-legged race.

Never let this man draw. You both will be drawing each other and man will breakdown just because he cant lift a pencil. HOW CAN YOU LIFT A MF GUN THEN??

Once you and him were stranded on a raft in the middle of a lake. DONT ASK WHY.

Ranpo:

You have to tie balloons around his hand so he doesn't get lost in the crowd.

JUST IMAGINE-, He has a french fry in his mouth and dares you to steal it from him. and when you try to do it, he puts the whole fry in his mouth and makes you kiss him. 10/10 RIZZNPO.

Thanks to his amazing direction skills, you both get lost in IKEA.

HUJFDISF He will touch your face and tell you its really soft while he gives nose kisses!>>>

Presuming you can knit, he forced you to make a very very very long scarf, only for him to make you sit beside him and share it. (No dazai, that cannot be your rope)

Thanks for reading! I am thinking to change my writing theme. But either ways Do vote if you like ig? Byee lysm :D ๑ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY ๑PORT MAFIA ๑MASTERLIST ๑HEADCANONS

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blueicequeen19 · 1 year

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Dirty Hot Pogue Pt. 4

Warnings: public unprotected sex, cheating, fingering, insecurity, jealousy

Three days.

Three long agonizing days go by. I hide out at my parents beach house, unable to stop my pathetic tears or eating my feelings. He doesn’t have my number so he cant text me but I did manage to get his number. Every time I think I want to text him, I remember how he dismissed me to deal with Kiarra.

What did he tell her? Would she stay quiet? Did he see how she looked at him?

On top of everything else, my stupid boyfriend is blowing my phone up about Midsummers. He’s worried about his suit matching my dress. I have to get the right shade or it’ll clash. I’d rather show up in something totally opposite just to piss him and our parents off. I didn’t give a shit about coordinating outfits and pictures for the paper. Not anymore.

I needed to get JJ Maybank out of my head and out of my body. I wished I’d listened to him after the first time and called it off. Letting it just be a one time thing like he said. Now, we were in too deep. I missed him. I craved him. He was stand offish most of the time but he was sweet and charming. He genuinely cared even if it was too much. Even if it would fuck him over in the end.

I hated how torn up I was over a dirty hot Pogue.

My phone rings for the 13th time today and it’s not even two in the afternoon. I groan, answering it without even having to look at the caller ID.

“What, Bryce?” I bite out.

“Good morning to you, too.” Bryce snaps, the irritation clear in his tone.

“It’s two in the afternoon.” I retort, downing the rest of my coffee.

“Whatever. Have you picked up your dress yet?” Bryce asks, like I didn’t read and ignore his 37 texts messages.

“No.”

“I figured. I made an appointment for you to pick it up at four today. So get ready and make yourself decent. You’ll need to get your nails done too.” I ground my teeth until I swore they’d shatter.

“I don’t need you to—.”

“Listen, I don’t know what you’re up to lately and I don’t care. This is Midsummers. We get through this and people will leave us alone until we go back to school. Just get your shit taken care of.” Bryce hangs up before I can comment. I slam my phone down on the island, fighting back angry tears.

Might as well get this shit done and over with. It’ll take me two hours to get ready anyway.

I don’t stop the roll of my eyes when the shop owner brings out a pastel pink, high neck, floor length dress. No fucking way.

“You don’t like it? It’s the one Mr. Riley picked out for you.”

“No, I don’t like it. Please bring me anything you have that’s strapless and knee length, as far from that color as possible.” The shop owners eyes nearly bug out at my request but I don’t care. I snatch up a pair of six inch heels and find the dressing rooms at the back of the store. I strip, slipping on the heels in nothing but my thong when there’s a knock on the door.

“Just hang them up and I’ll get them.” I scoff. I wait a moment before opening the door and reaching for the hangers. I furrow my brows when I’m met with nothing and suddenly the door is pulled from my grasp and someone shoves their way inside, locking the door behind him.

“What are you doing?” I gasp, falling back on my ass on the bench. JJ’s eyes narrow, taking in my nearly naked appearance and heels. Whatever he was going to say seems to leave him as he starts to breathe harder, his eyes darkening with desire. I could feel the tension between us. My entire body reacted to his intense gaze. I loved more than anything knowing he couldn’t take his eyes off me no matter where we were.

“You cannot be here.” I hiss, carefully standing and concealing my chest by crossing my arms. His eyes narrow into slits, his jaw clenched like he’s angry.

“Big date?” JJ asks as his eyes lock on my ass in the mirror behind me. He bites his bottom lip as he brushes his hair out of his eyes, looking like he wants to take a bite.

“Midsummers.” I scowl, feeling the heat wash over my limbs. JJ doesn’t comment, just continues to stare at my body with hooded eyes so I push more.

“How’s Kiarra?” My jealousy reared it’s ugly head and my face burned bright red. I didn’t realize how pissed off I was until I had to face him again.

“Don’t worry about Kie.” His calm, dismissive tone only pisses me off further. He doesn’t even look me in the eye when he says it because he’s too busy looking at my pussy. My temper boils over.

“Get out. Get the fuck out. I never wa—.” My angry words are cut off by him wrapping his hand around my throat and yanking me against him, kissing me hard. I shove at his chest, ready to fight when he fists my hair, pinning me against the wall as his tongue dives in my mouth. I kiss him back just as hard and feverishly, biting at his lips while pushing at his firm chest. I knew as soon as he got his hands on me, I’d turn to putty.

He hikes my leg up on the bench, his fingers tugging the strap of my thong to the side and spreading my lips.

“Stop. Not here.” I whimper, terrified of getting caught with him here. My life would be over but my vagina didn’t care as he expertly strokes my clit, smearing my arousal.

“Then you better cum fast.” JJ growls against my lips, his fingers entering me hard. I gasp, fisting his shirt as pleasure erupts all over my body. He presses his lips to mine to silence my moan, just as there’s a knock at the door letting me know my dresses are ready. My body arches off the wall as he curls his fingers.

“Please.” I don’t know what I’m begging for. For more? For him to stop?

“You ghosted me for three days.” JJ growls, adding a third finger and stretching my pussy painfully wide.

“You have no right to be jealous of Kiarra when you’re shopping for Midsummers to go with your fucking boyfriend.” He strokes my G-spot, my legs threatening to give out as my entire body trembles.

“M-my boyfriend doesn’t look at me the way Kiarra looks at you.” I bite out. His brows furrow, eyes narrowing as he jerks his hand harder. I cum with a sob, dripping from his hand and down my thighs as it wrecks me completely.

“Did you ever stop to think about how I look at you?” JJ whispers, his expression softening just a little as he removes his hands. His eyes become hooded and there’s a pink hue to his cheeks as he pants. My heart swells as I stare back at him, sliding my hands up to grab the back of his neck and pulling him in for another kiss. My insecurity and jealousy seems to melt away as he devours my lips with more intensity. I suck his tongue into my mouth and he snarls, grabbing my ass and grinding his cock against my belly.

“There’s only you.” JJ murmurs, setting off more butterflies inside me.

I wanted him now more than anything. I needed him inside me like I needed my next breath. I quickly slide my hands down, tearing at the button on his shorts and he smiles.

“Fuck me, please. Fuck me hard.” I pant, shoving his shorts and boxers down his thighs then wrapping my hand around his length.

“You wouldn’t be able to be quiet with how hard I want to fuck you. You drive me fucking crazy.” He spins me, pressing my front to the wall and turning my head to watch us in the mirror. I watched as he guided his bare cock to my entrance, bending his knees just slightly before thrusting upwards inside me. I bite back a moan, my eyes fluttering closed from the delicious full feeling.

“Don’t ever leave my body.” JJ growls, thrusting inside me slow and hard. His hand finds my throat and I completely relax against him, panting against the wall as I watch the pleasure wash over his face.

“I thought you didn’t want this.” I rasp, reaching backwards and clinging to his thigh. I wanted all of him against me. I wanted to feel him sweat. I’d scream and beg except I’d almost forgotten where we were.

“I changed my mind.” His lips find my neck and I clench around him, as it drove me crazy to watch him fuck me in the mirror. To see the way he responded to me. I did that. I drove him crazy. I made him hot and wild and feral with need. Kiarra didn’t do that. I did that.

“Do you want me to pull out?” He whispers into my ear, giving me chills and making me moan softly.

“No.” I murmur, my body on the brink of another explosive orgasm. JJ grunts into my hair, his hand tightening around my throat as we reach our peaks.

“God, I love these heels on you.” His hips snap forward harder and harder until I can’t breathe as the wave takes me under and he’s moaning into my ear as he paints my insides. Our bodies tremble against each other as my pussy milks him dry. We stay like that for what feels like hours although it’s probably only minutes.

His kisses turn sweeter, his hands caressing every part of my skin he can. I’m almost ready to go again when there’s another knock on the door.

“Y/N? Are you in there?” I gasp, pushing away from JJ at the sound of Bryce on the other side of the door.

#jj maybank smut #smutwarning #outer banks smut #jj maybank fic #jj maybank imagine #obx2 #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x you #jj obx #rudy pankow #outer banks x reader #wattpad

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blitzyn · 1 year

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payback pt.2

venti's gnosis x m!reader

request : none

Synopsis: Despite your mind's protests, your body craved something different.

first part

a/n -> technically this isnt a reader x anyone but its ventis gnosis so... i dont know how to feel about this tbh but i wouldnt say im ashamed LMAO. this suggestion actually reminds me of a childe x m reader fic i read a while ago. i dont remember much but reader was the hydro archon i think and childe fucked the shit out of him lol. and put readers gnosis inside him and took it then left. really shitty description but i cant find it anymore :( lets ignore the fact that using ventis gnosis - or any at all - would hurt pls

wc -> 1.6k

cw -> improper use of a gnosis??, anal fingering, masturbation, harbinger reader, not beta read

You hadn't done much after you boarded the large boat that would send you back to Snezhnaya. You spent most of your time asleep within the confines of your designated room. There wasn't much, but it was definitely better than nothing.

You stared at the ceiling in boredom. There was no current use for you, so you had no way of spending your time. That was one of the things you disliked about being a Harbinger. You were rarely able to develop or pursue hobbies and interests outside your field of work, so when you had free time, you were always unsure of what to do.

You usually resorted to helping one of the others if they needed it (if they were around) - minus Dottore, Sandrone, and Pierro. Tsaritsa knows you would never understand what they do. But you're by your lonesome, now. So it's just you and your thoughts.

You swallowed hard when you thought back to a few days prior to your departure. You tried hard to recall something else, but the memory seemed to persist. With the disadvantage of having nothing to keep you occupied, you were given no choice but to remember the event that took place in Windrise.

Goosebumps littered your flesh at the recollection of the barrage of sensations forced upon your body. The fresh air, the chilled stone against your back, the warmth of the Anemo Archon's body close to yours...

You could feel your face heating up when you remembered the ecstasy he made you feel. In shame or arousal, you didn't know.

You loudly groaned and hid your face within your hands, completely contrasting your professional title as a Harbinger. The memory seemed to appear more vividly the harder you tried to forget about it, which left you in a state of lust and confusion. Pleasure dropped in your stomach like a rock when you slowly began to succumb to the memory's hold.

You dragged a hand down your torso as you let it play over and over again, tentatively placing a hand over your hardening cock to give it a light squeeze. A sigh left your lips as you gently palmed yourself through your clothes, relishing in the mild waves of pleasure that coursed through you.

You rubbed yourself for a few moments longer before you began to crave something more, though you took your time removing the bottom half of your clothes. You were a bit surprised to see a small wet patch already forming through the fabric of your boxers. Maybe the god was right. You must've enjoyed it more than you admitted.

The thought sent the heat of irritation into your chest, making you furrow your eyebrows and grind your teeth. But you had something to deal with at the moment. You could dwell in your anger another time.

You let out a shaky exhale as you finally began to stroke your dick, gathering droplets of precum to make it smoother. It throbbed fervently in your hand, hips lightly jutting upwards. You used your other hand to massage and squeeze your balls.

You subconsciously bit your lip when you began to release quiet grunts and moans. Although you knew the walls were made of the sturdiest and thickest wood in Snezhnaya, you didn't want to risk letting others know what you were doing.

You brought up your other hand and placed two fingers in your mouth to suck on them. Deeming them wet enough, you took them out and hesitantly prodded at your hole. You weren't lying when you said that you've never been the one to be fucked before. But this lack of knowledge wasn't enough to deter you from continuing.

It was a strange sensation now that you were given enough time to actually process it. You were slightly expecting the same burn from before, but was pleasantly surprised to find out that there was none. Slowly, you began moving your fingers in a steady rhythm, getting used to the feeling.

You accidentally let out a loud moan when your fingers brushed up against a small bump, a shock of pleasure running through your body. You continued to press up against it while jerking yourself off. You moved your hands faster, trying to raise yourself up to your orgasm, but you were unable to push yourself over the edge.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, you momentarily paused. You needed to get rid of your erection before the ship docked. You couldn't just leave it and hope that it goes down on its own, and you were far too into this to ignore it.

You looked around your room. There wasn't anything that could help you reach your orgasm.

Slightly turning your head to the left, your eyes were met with the teal Gnosis you had stolen. You pursed your lips and contemplated your next move.

"Fuck it," you lowly muttered and reached for the item. Holding it by the crown, you spat on your free hand and smeared your saliva over it. Before you could give yourself time to think about what you were doing, you began pushing it inside you.

The details on the Gnosis heightened your pleasure, relishing in the way it dragged against your insides. You stroked your cock, rubbing a thumb over the head to spread your precum. You sighed when you finally managed to get it all the way inside you – save for the crown part.

Opening your legs just a bit wider, you pulled it out of you just to push it back in, setting a comfortable pace. You sped up your other hand, the mix of erotic squelching and quiet slaps reverberating through the room.

The familiar heat in your abdomen intensified with each passing second. Your back arched in ecstasy and a sensation akin to electricity ran up and down your spine. Momentarily peering down at the Gnosis, you faintly questioned if the god could feel what you were doing. It was highly unlikely, but one could wonder.

You shifted your wrist holding the item, and it suddenly felt like fire was rushing through your body. You bit your lip harder and heavily breathed through your nose and continued your assault against your prostate. It was hard trying to keep quiet, and you think you would've let your voice out if it weren't for the fact you had your status to uphold and pride to keep.

You could feel your body tensing the closer you got to your orgasm, moving the slightest bit faster.

You were so close. Just a few moments more, and –

"Lord Harbinger," someone said from behind the door. "We will be arriving in an hour."

You ignored them in hopes they would leave it at that, but they seemed to be concerned with your lack of answer.

"My Lord?"

You knew you should've stopped to reply, but you opted not to. Not when you were already so close. Your cock throbbed fervently in your hand, weeping copious amounts of precum for you to rub your palm and thumb over.

It was exhilarating. Knowing that the one behind the door could be persistent enough to possibly hear what you were doing. If they ever did find out, they would no doubt tell their friends and start the wildfire of rumor.

You nearly choked on your spit when your orgasm finally washed over you. You continued to stroke your dick to ride out your high, your cum spurting over your abdomen and hand. You tightened considerably around the Gnosis and found it difficult to move it any further.

"Is everything okay in there?"

You thought they left, already. An annoyed huff left your lips as you rolled your eyes. Pulling the item out of you, you tossed it somewhere on the bed and cleaned yourself with a handkerchief.

The person jumped in surprise when you flung the door open.

"Don't speak to me as if we're friends," you said. A mix of fear and surprise contorted their face as they nodded vigorously.

"My deepest apologies," their voice was weak. "I just wanted to tell you that we will–"

"I heard you."

"Right. Well, then..." they trailed off. With a rushed bow, they hurried away.

You closed the door and turned around to face the bed. You sat down on it and ran a hand through your hair. Now that the overwhelming feeling of lust dissipated, you were overtaken with shame and guilt. You deeply questioned why you would ever do such a thing. Especially when you had to turn it in to Her Majesty.

You grabbed the Gnosis and examined it. It was still slick with your fluids.

You wondered if this was considered very disrespectful as you wiped it with the clean part of your handkerchief. Oh, well. It's not like you're going to see him again any time soon.

Rising from the bed, you put your thick fur coat on and hid the Gnosis within it. The frigid air of Snezhnaya was biting and unforgiving, but years of living in this weather heightened your tolerance for it. You traversed the cold boat in search of a restroom, swiftly entering one when you found it.

You thoroughly scrubbed the Gnosis with your fingers under the freezing water. They were numb by the time you decided it was clean. You dried it off on your coat and stared at yourself in the mirror.

Now you really couldn't let anybody know about this.

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heretopasstime · 8 months

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Mx. Perfect -- Again!

Just feeling a bit heated at the moment, and not the angry kinda way. Mx. Perfect,,, mmm… [Btw, i switch pronouns for em because… why not?] Credit: @cafekitsune-- MDNI line break @cherishh04 - GIF Tags: yandere, weirdo, smut..?, overbearing behavior?

".. I'm not so perfect, I swear... not as much as you.."

Just so desperate for validation and approval.. Perfect in all things again and again, on the star track of being valedictorian for his graduating batch.

It's no wonder this type of man needs some relieving pressure, am i right? And wouldn't it be so fun if that euphoric relief he is so chasing after is you?

Just imagine…

Org work is starting to get to him, all this coordinating… organizing and overall just dealing with all these people who cant simply comprehend or grasp what he's telling them to do. And he has to deal with it all, with a simple pretty smile.

He sometimes thinks to himself, why cant life be as simple and pretty as it is to tell a simple white lie.

Till he realizes it can be!

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It can be when his brain is reduced to mushed, his senses overloaded with the sensitivity coming from his skin is slapping against yours.

This can be thought in two ways, all so perfectly simple just as he wants.

You riding her till dawn, your insides squeezing and squelching so perfectly around her as she lays there bound to the bed. Your hushed words of affirmation and degradation in her ear as you remind her of how amazing it is to feel so consumed by raw fevour and emotion. Her lip is practically bleeding, as she bites on it too hard. She's absolutely already lost herself, falling into the place of no return the faster you raise and drop onto her lap again and again. Her nails are digging so deeply into your sweaty skin leaving marks, its all to much and she cant help but roll her eyes back.

Oh gosh, she cant even to think of anything more perfect then this.. Then you… How dare she even think he could be called Mx. Perfect when a being like you is so kind enough to take pleasure in her..

"Mmh~,, aHh.. ~ Y/N~.." Her angelic voice adding to the lewd sounds filling the room, with absolutely no shame. Poor baby cant even begin to imagine how to control how she feels anymore, when all she can keep her mind on is how perfect everything is… With you..

Then there's where he's y'know…

His pretty face muffled and shoved into the covers of the bed as he's bent and fucked over by this absolute diety-like being in his eyes. Drool leaking out from his bruised pinky lips, as he whines so exaggerated it felt almost fake. Tears falling from the corners of his heterochromatic eyes, it's all to much but so little at the same time. His legs are basically buckling beneath him as you continously pound into him, ass up, backside with no mercy. All he can hear from you are grunts, and swears under your breath, and he's hyperfixiating on every part of it. Every breath you take, even as his head is shoved into the crevice of the sheets, he cant help ut feel as if this is his reward for being so good. That you are his heavenly gift bestowed upon hiim, so evident now as you are helping him see the stars and reach heaven.

(He's really that dramatic about just getting railed, like such a fucking weirdo. <3 )

Either way, both ways he's never letting you leave. He just wants to be by you like a good dog, but due to how things are he presents more as like a reluctant kitty.

But its all okay, even if you dont have a choice in the matter.

You can use him all you want, take advantage of him however you like!

Just remember, when you both are all fucked out lying on the covers… And his words seems a bit too… serious.. Keep in mind, that's just the bottom of his heart finally speaking out.

"... We're together,,, forever...~ "

#yandere x reader #yandere smut #yandere imagines #tw yandere #yandere oc x reader #yandere #yandere imagine #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere x y/n #yandere headcanons #yandere oc #yandere x darling

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thisreadswhatever · 2 years

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The 401 Freeway

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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader

[wordcount]: 1.8k+

[summary]: what’s more boring then being stranded on the highway with jax teller?

[cw]: 18+ only, smut, car sex, pet names, public sex (kinda), overstimulation, possible grammar/spelling errors

[authors note]: this one shot is inspired by this request, thank you for sending it to me! not as angsty as i had wanted but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

“I told you that we could’ve rode there.” You rolled your eyes, looking straight over the steering wheel into the road ahead. You’d argued about driving your car before you’d even left for the weekend. Jax was always pushing you to ride his bike, but after your brother’s accident years ago, you swore you never would again. “You know how I feel about riding, Jax.”

“I know I know.” He placed a reassuring hand on your thigh. “But one of these days you’re gonna have to get it over with, babe. Cant be anymore dangerous than driving this piece of junk.” He rolled the recliner back, lifting his feet on the dashboard and settling his dirt stained nikes along window.

“It got us out of Charming for the weekend so I’d say it holds up pretty well.”

“Well I certainly can’t complain about the driver.” He was peering through his lowered sunglasses, smiling right at you. It was hard to be annoyed at him when he looked at you that way. “Feet off the dash, passenger.” You slapped his jeans, forcing his legs back into the footwell. “Yes ma’am.”

Your goal of driving out to the coast for the weekend, as nice as it had been, was just to get some time away from Gemma. She’d been hounding you ever since you and Jax got back together. He could only wear her down so much, and he knew it too, Gemma was relentless. Even with her pulling at your last nerves, it took a lot to convince Jax to leave for the weekend, let alone let you drive. Things had been heating up at the club for some time, dealings that you shouldn’t even know of we’re starting to get out of hand. Jax knew getaways probably weren’t the best idea, but you would do anything to have a few days away from his overbearing mother, including a few promises, that you had indeed kept, of some hot sex on the beach.

“It should only be a few hours till we’re back. Why don’t you drop it off at the clubhouse and Chibs can have a look at it. See if we can fix it up.” Like he was cursing it as he spoke, suddenly the engine gave way, and no matter how hard you pushed the pedals beneath your feet there was no give. “Shit shit shit!”, you slapped the steering wheel with your palms. You managed to curb the car alongside the road before it came to a complete halt.

“What did I just call this?” Jax was overtly amused by the timing. “A piece of junk? Oh yeah, that’s right.”

“Ugh!” You hopped out the car and slammed the door, kicking the tires with all your might. “Piece of shit. You couldn’t just wait to fall apart!” You walked towards the front of the car, to a horrific smell of burning and smoke bellowing out of the crevices. And then you kicked the bumper of the car a little more.

Jax was watching you from a distance, cigarette in hand, amused at your tantrum. “Jax this isn’t fucking funny! Look at us, we’re fucking stranded!” You folded your arms like a spoilt teenager and stumped yourself down against the passenger door. “Our weekends fucking ruined.”

Jax walked over and sat down beside you, smushing his right leg against yours. “Relax, babe.” He nudged your shoulder with his. “I called the guys. Piney will be coming to get us in a few hours. Hopefully tow this thing back to the junkyard.” You scoffed at him, “Perfect, more biker boys.” You stood up, and leaned against the hood of the car. “What’s so wrong with a biker boy?”, Jax called to you, almost inviting you in his tone. “How about their inability to love a classic set of four wheels.”

He laughed at you as he stood up, crushing his cigarette beneath his sneaker. “Well, I got an idea of how we can use this four wheel death trap while we wait for the ‘biker boys’.”

He pulled you further from the hood, up the side of the drivers door, slightly out of view from traffic. He knew you’d thank him for that later on. For now though, all you could think of was the trailing of his fingers under your jeans, gripping your ass above your thong. You could feel the cold metal of his rings against your skin as he kneaded your flesh. “I’ve been wanting to rip these jeans off you since you put them on this morning, babe.”

He felt so good on you, peeling you back layer by layer, which he knew so well. “Turn around for me.” You did what he asked, turning so your chest was against the driver door. “Is this how you want me, Jax?” He grabbed yours wrists in response, putting both above your head, securing them to the roof of the car with one hand. You felt sticky underneath the California sunset, pinned up against your car like the whole world wasn’t driving past. Yet knowing this only seemed to turn you on more. “This is how I want you. So fucking hot like this.” You pushed your ass into him as far as your body would allow, feeling his grip tighten around your wrists. feeling his hard cock between you and your jeans.

Your cheeks smushed against the window. Jax buried his face into your neck, leaving red marks along the nape as he bit into your flesh. He carried his free hand under your button down shirt, and down your navel to your waistband, undoing the button. You moaned into the window as he slid your jeans down, exposing your ass to the entire 401 freeway.

Jax dug his face through the hair covering your ear, “You are the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.” As he tugged at the fabric that further down your thighs. You buckled at his words, “Please fuck me already, Jax.”

He groaned at your begging, “You want me to fuck you here? With all these cars watching?” His hand was now toying with your entrance beneath your thong, feeling your slick mounting at his words.

Your knees were grinding up the side of the car as your body tried to find relief in his grasp. “God yes, fucking take me, please, Jax.” He smiled at your desperation,

“Anything for you, darlin’.”

Jax moved your thong so your pussy was exposed, you could feel the cool air hit your warmth. He continued to kiss your neck while he undid the button to his jeans. Never letting go of your hands above your head, he pulled his length from his boxers and teased you with the tip, sliding his arousal along your entrance. You whimpered at this sensation, desperate with anticipation. “Please - fuck. Please.” He pushed himself into you, slowly filling you with every inch of his cock.

Your wrists felt like weights above your head, making it difficult as you tried to push your ass against his hips, eager to feel all of him.

“Look at you, taking me so nice on the highway. All these people watching you get fucked like the good girl you are.” You melted at the words, the feeling of every car looking at you while they drove past.

You were so exposed, so vulnerable, and so full up all at the same time. You whimpered as Jax repeatedly pelted you with thrust after thrust.

The only distraction from the fullness was the moving of his free hand grasping your hips, pulling you deeper into euphoria. Sounds began to leave your mouth as you burned from the heat radiating between your hips, you tried to bite your arm to stop from screaming.

“Don’t stop, baby girl. I want to hear you.”

You began to lose composure and your knees became weak, harder to hold yourself up against him. You were sure if it wasn’t for the grip of your wrists you wouldn’t be able to stand.

His hand left the constant pulling of your hips and moved up along your back towards your chest, feeling under your shirt. He pulled the straps of your bra exposing your tits under the buttoned up blouse, forcing them against the car. You could feel the coolness of the glass amongst your shirt, brushing against your nipples.

It was all building, the fullness of Jax inside you, the sound of tires speeding past on the freeway, the weight of his hand mounting you to the roof of then car. Tears began to stream down your face as the sensation was overwhelming, pushing you closer to your finish.

Jax was tensing and hardening his thrusts into you, motivated at the cries that escaped your lips. He continued to slide into you, deepening further each time. “Fuck, Jax”, you choked on the words. “You gonna cum all over my cock?” You could feel control slipping through your limbs and you reached your climax, “mhmm. You’re going to make me cum all fucking over you.”

His head rolled back at your words unravelling him, feeling you tighten around his cock. “Taking me so good”, and it sent him over his peak, as he loaded you generously with his liquid, now dripping from the fullness.

He collapsed into you, letting go of your wrists as they fell to your sides. His mouth was to your ear, gnawing at you, as you both came down from your high. “You know you are so fucking delicious, babe.” He grazed down your ear to your neck, planting kisses on your exposed skin.

You turned to face him, leaning your bare ass against the driver side door, placing your lips on his.

“I wonder if we have enough time to see what we can do on the inside of the death trap.” He gripped your hair with his hands, smiling against your lips as he kissed you back.

“I like your thinking, babe.”

#jax teller x reader #jax teller fiction #jax teller angst #jax teller one shot #jax teller smut #smut #sons of anarchy one shot #sons of anarchy fic #sons of anarchy smut #jax teller #sons #sons of anarchy #charlie hunnam #jax teller morrow #mayans mc #mayans fic #reads whatever writes

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saltyr3mix · 10 months

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Outsider smp Owen hair head cannons: I've had thoughts about this and wanted to share. Ok so, Owens Minecraft skin that he uses in the smp has hair buns. and i will die on this hill. I think through the entire time in the maze Owen had space buns or pigtails.

Owen is also like 35. So there is a 35 year old man. traumatized by being a child soldier and war criminal....even if he doesn't know it at first. And he wears space buns. I don't know why but that makes me so incredibly happy.

And also this means hes matching with Apo and Magic. Who also have their hair tied up in a similar way.

If you want my full personal head cannon. Owen didn't know what to do with his hair at all when he first entered. At first it wasn't even long enough to tie up. But months passed and he was getting extremely annoyed when it would fall into his eyes while training or stick to the back of his neck after long days in the maze. He was complaining to Apo about this one day and Apo's like. Hold on man i've got this.

The demon comes back with some twine, thin cloth. Or whatever the closest to rubber bands that they have in the clearing. And does Owen's hair up in buns. Owen laughs at first thinking he looks slightly ridiculous. But slowly learns to love them. when they eventually fall out he goes back to Apo asking to do them up again. Apo eventually teaches him how to do it himself and the pair have matching buns through out the more peaceful time of clearing. Sometimes they even dragged Rasbi in. They often placed flowers and other pretty forestry in each other's buns as decoration.

Flash forward several months/ years depending on what you believe. And Magic enters the scene. Owen wants nothing to do with Apo at the moment because he was lied and betrayed to by the demon. One day he comes out with his hair down, everyone a bit surprised they hadn't seen it like this scene the very early days of the clearing. Magic figures out that he's upset and offers to help. He needing something to distract himself and not wanting to have to deal with the mess of long hair in his face when entering the maze, lets the younger mess with his hair. Magic tries a a few styles, just some funny ones to cheer him up a bit. even threatening to dye it crazy colors. In the end Owens hair is up in buns again. But whereas Apo's were small and tight better for just keeping the hair from being a bother. Magics had more volume and airy. They were more for display than function. But he wore them around anyways to match magic and even use them to make fun of her at times. Only it would always end up backfiring. He no longer puts flowers in them. Flash forward again and Owens is cleaning Apo's blood off his spear. In the reflection he sees the buns and flash back to soldier rules on hair length kick in. He picks up some sheers and cuts it all off down to appropriate length. The others cant tell if that was a good or bad thing. Magic is a bit upset they don't match anymore. But Owen assures her that it was only having hair that long was bothering him. By the time Owens locked up having committed multiple murders his hairs a bit out grown again. Not helping with the heat. He can't help but hate that it only proves how much hes fallen from his soldier glory.

Anyway, i also think at one point he dyed a streak of his hair orange. It might have even been a prank on him from either Oeca or Apo that dyed his hair that way. But it didn't stick around only last for a handful of weeks.

And yeah! Outsiders may be long over but i've finally found a place to talk about it so im going to! Sorry not Sorry for the rant he means a lot to me. And if you like this idea let me know.....i might write a fic about it....i've certainly thought about it but idk if i would have the time.

#outsiders smp #owengejuice #apokuna #head canon

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passmethatcokezero · 2 years

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Every body needs a therapy. (18+ // Jeonghan!vampire + Joshua!fwb au)

Sure, your best friend needs it too.

pairing: jeonghan!vampire x fem!reader x joshua!fwb

words: 3854 words

tags: YOONHONG HERE AND THERE, superhuman au, superficial, y/n is a healer-slash-sex worker, unprotected sex (this is fiction for a reason! let’s always stay safe!!)), double penetration, anal, threesome, idk lets be wild this virgo szn ig

warning: tw // mentions of blood at the end

disclaimer: these type of vampire you may have not seen from anywhere. I added some characteristics/abilities to it that does not reflect the stereotype

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Your unlabeled connection - mostly sexual - with Jeonghan is not a secret to Joshua anymore. And today was not at all surprising catching yet again the two of you making out by the kitchen when there was supposedly a day left before he gets home from abroad. It was a sight for him, although feeling a little bit betrayed that his best friend never really told him directly about the sticky encounters you two had, assuming you might have done it at every spot in the loft when he was gone.

Coming home was indeed the moment he has been looking forward to. Just a little bit more special now that it had to be the night he realizes he liked you as much as he liked his current distraction he met online he once introduced as Seokmin. He was kind, and almost fit his ideal but he cant deny the jealousy inside him right at this moment; hearing your whimpers and moans made him feel things he only felt with Seokmin during heated nights which he never let the guy know to stay away from commitment. It was just a summer fling anyway; he makes himself believe.

Soon he hears Jeonghan grunts as you whimper loudly in the tempo of his lewd sounds. “Not here, not here.” you mumbled in small, and Jeonghan was fast enough to carry you to his bedroom, not conscious of locking the door thinking they were all alone in the house. Joshua did not know what to do, especially with his bulging pants. He just went straight to his room without making a sound and pleasured himself to the explicit music next door, Until he fell asleep naked on his bed he missed, still tired and groggy from the plane ride.

“Shua!?” a bright voice woke him up to his slumber as the sunrise lits up his room. A familiar figure approached him excitedly as his sight took time adjusting to the light. “OMG I thought you’ll be back in a day or two?” The half-awake guy bounced on the mattress as the person he missed the most dived to his warmth, hugging him as usual. “I miss you!" Apparently, you saw his bags by the entrance doors and immediately went checking his room and indeed, he was sprawled on his king-sized bed, the grey comforter barely covering anything of his torso up.

"Hey…" his voice, still as sweet as maple in the morning, finally acknowledges your presence. Last night imagery of himself getting off to your moans was still on his mind, making him feel a little awkward. Although brushing it off is not a hard thing for him to do, meeting your eyes became one. “Have you eaten?” He asked, avoiding his dilemma.

“I was about to cook breakfast when I saw your bags.” you chuckled. A month without your best friend due to business matters emptied your being, grateful that you have a little company to get by.

“Let me just wash up, I'll cook you your favorite.” he was about to sit on the bed but his weight won't let him. Seems like his rest wasn't enough to cure jetlag.

“You… need help with that?”

Your healing ability, and the way you execute it was also never a secret to him. Anyway he know you from head to toe, from the tips of your hair down to the dirt in your toenails so there was nothing you’re too shy to share. In fact he had some of your therapy sessions right at his home, which wasn't much of a big deal for the both of you being that comfortable with each other: it just felt like the usual friends-with-benefits. Although today, there must have been something in the air that he felt the urge, rather than the benefit itself.

With his gentle nod and your knowing smile, your now bare body free from any restrictions started straddling him on the bed after he positioned his back against the headboard, his comforter not enough to hide his woody morning against your heat, massaging his temples with the help of one of his essential oils in his drawer.

“This lag is a bitch, huh?” you whispered against his ears as the room is now filled with the scent of eucalyptus. “Let me take it away from you.”

Joshua, just like some of your customers, prefers a particular way of doing it. For him, rather than an intercourse, a head is sufficient to clear him away of his worries. But as you were about to go down on him, he grabs your wrists while locking his eyes on you, placing both hands by his neck.

“I think I need something else today.” His voice turns 180 degree from soft as he pulls the comforter to get off the restriction and carefully places you on top of him, folds sitting right at his girth. He hissed at the feeling of your heat, a thing he never thought would make him go crazy.

He always believed he liked the same sex as him. Only, his realizations started to kick in hard the past few weeks and harder since last night; that maybe you were an exception - or better, maybe he is into both, which he is still yet to discover himself, maybe after the therapy.

Joshua missed you, a lot more than he could imagine. It wasn’t the first time he had gone abroad for a long period of time, but it was new to him that your attention seemed to be divided, that you barely contacted him when he was away, busy with your new found friend. He was used to him being your customary life companion that takes care of you, and you him.

“A-are you sure?” You were taken aback, but his dark irises assured you his intention.

The lack of lubrication just yet caused a wild lip-locking, tongue-hurling to begin. Determined to make you wet, his hands went on to travel against inches of thighs and up to cup your breasts. His huge hands you never would have imagined cupping them perfectly, and his strong thumbs you thought were made to play with not just for tips, proven itself good for tits as well.

You moaned in his mouth as you felt your pussy producing some warm liquid against his veiny length, which allowed you to finally lessen the rough friction and increase pleasure against your hole.

“How is it? A-are you good?” you asked amid a hazy mind, thinking he might find the scenario a little awkward.

He was quiet, eyes shut and lips a few centimetres agape. He was feeling the slick sensation of your warm pussy painting his dick - which got a lot harder and thicker - with arousal.

“Hey... Josh…” you paused for a while and caressed his cheeks.

“D-Don’t stop… please,” he says, the last word came out in a single breath.

The makeout resumes and your pussy gets much wetter as the heat from your bodies increases. His girth was long and it takes an effort to roll your hip to paint him filthy from the base to just below his tip.

"Shit… keep going…" He mutters, as you started kissing him on the neck while his hands nested on your waist. It was obvious he was resisting his moans, bobbing his Adam's apple a few times followed by deep breaths.

"Josh…ahh…. How are you feeling….?" Your breath hitches but still managed to speak amid lust that you suddenly had for your friend.

It's a no-brainer that your friend is a hottie. He is super duper kind; gentle manners ooze out of him like it's nothing. His face is perfect, and his body has always been well-maintained. A perfect guy you can introduce to your parents, only if he actually likes you in the first place.

"I… I need you," He was careful to admit it out loud.

"Hmm?"

“I am as confused as you right now…” he was whispering between breaths as he massages your cheeks with his thumb. “I hope your therapy gives me an answer.”

And with a nod, your now already dripping hole is ready to take him in. Hot breaths mixed in your mouths as you sink into his length, yours even shaking as you took time to take him in. His size was longer than anyone you had your therapy with and your mind went crazy as he swim up into the hollowness of your warmth. He kissed your mouth as you settled on him, your arms locked around his neck as your chests heave against each other, erect nipples pressing on his huge tits. It was an experimental warmth that Joshua never knew he craved for. Your body felt so amusing to him, with his hands exploring inches of your thigh and back. He then entangles his fingers through your hair, keeping it in place and your kisses on pace with his as you slowly started rolling your hips after growing accustomed to his size.

The two of you were quiet for a while, both heads full of confusion as to what's happening or if there would be changes in your interaction after this. With him planning to just go with the flow, and you brushing it off, thinking this was for your therapy.

But it was not.

You weren’t consciously doing it for therapy. You were ignited by something else: your desire to know if your longtime friend had any tiny pint of attraction to you; if your prided charisma that worked on most people - heck even on a non-human - actually affected him having you around most of the time.

And there he was, melting from every sway of your hips, your warm dripping hole housing him tight, and your tongue that wrestled with his.

You soon felt him buck his hips up to meet yours, hitting a spot somewhere inside you that made you go see stars. A moan so loud and long escaped from your lips that probably reached Jeonghan’s sensitive hearing, which you didn’t mind. He got his fair share of sex last night, which didn’t really reach the climax due to his declining endurance and your sleepy eyes given it was already midnight, way past your sleeping time.

What you didn’t know, Jeonghan was already up, back right against the wall that separates his room and Joshua’s, enjoying the sweet mumbles and soft moans you were trying to muffle. Eyes tainting red of more desire, as red as his bruised lips he was trying to restrain from producing any sound.

What was it with you that he cannot get enough of? Why is he so madly addicted to your smell? Why is he so hungry for your kisses? Why is he craving for your warmth every now and then, even if he feels weakened by your touches as the time passes?

Sure, Jeonghan gets enough of his blood supply from a dealer he knew that worked on the black market, just so he does not consume any of yours, as part of his compensation to your therapies. Although lately, he began feeling different and even accused the dealer of taking advantage of his riches, doubting the freshness of supplies delivered right at the doorstep, which was proved otherwise as he himself witnessed the sourcing process for his latest delivery.

His strength has depleted in half although still much greater compared to an average man, much as his ultra-sensitive hearing and and smelling senses, and other else that came with being inhuman. All these he can only blame on his budding feelings for a human, which he denies instantly after thought.

Your moans sent him spiralling down to his lust once again, and the slappy sound of your skin hitting Joshua’s made him thought of how similar he looked to the man’s lone activity last night. Yes, he heard every single hisses, friction of his hand going up and down his dry shaft, and his soft whispers of his best friend’s name. All of it, Jeonghan was aware thus his heightened ego last night, which was halted soon when tiredness enveloped your whole being.

The guy next room continued pumping himself as the moans choired harmoniously to his ears. His speed became vigorous to match your heavy breaths as you rode the long dick inside of you, back now arching away from Joshua wanting to focus on the sensation inside. He was now sweating heaps as he delve in and drilled your hole from below, still getting hard to the sight of your contorted face and mouth hanging because of him.

“So fucking beautiful,” Joshua managed to say out of breath, as he grabs your bouncing breasts, followed by your hand keeping them in place as you go harder on him.

You whined at the compliment, almost in tears due to the nirvana you've been sent to. Sure, Joshua has always been generous of compliments, but this particular line has hit you so differently today, just as how his tip hits you right at your spot.

“Oh god,” you were so close, whining so loud as you feel the knot in your core. Joshua too was coming close, but Jeonghan wont let that happen so soon without him releasing just as you two do.

He stealthily positioned himself behind you, one hand attempting to go straight to your clit. At first you were not aware of his presence, until he spoke right into your ears as he rested your head on his shoulder, “this does not look like a therapy, does it?”

His finger tapped your already sensitive clit, making you surrender to his chest, “Mind if I join?”

Joshua was stunned by his unprecedented appearance, but his arousal was stronger. It was another image he had never witnessed with his eyes: a threesome right in front of him might be a good idea. “If you can make this any hotter, then we don't.”

“My pleasure,” Jeonghan smirks and went ahead abusing your little clit, and giving you kisses on your neck.

Your moans were now free to echo throughout the loft but you can't seem to hear any of it. The wild pleasure almost makes your whole body and senses numb, and only your sensitive parts are actively screwing your mind. The novelty of the scenario was enough to give you goosebumps all over, and when you thought it won’t get any freakier, Jeonghan nudged you forward lounging for Joshua’s neck which you instinctively took to your mouth.

“Can you take two gorgeous men fucking your hole, babe?” Jeonghan whispers as he positions you comfortably between him and your friend, as Joshua admires his ethereal beauty up close. Jeonghan stared back at his sensuous eyes filled with lust, and wiped the man’s lower lip with his thumb. “Really gorgeous men,” he corrected himself.

A whimper from your mouth, lapping against the base of Joshua’s neck was the signal for Jeonghan to push his index finger inside the former’s hanging lips and let him suck it as he positions himself to your other opening.

Was it a trick or just something incomprehensible, but the way he slid into you was smooth but painful due to the virginity of the hole. His dick felt like a cold, solid jelly terrorizing your ass making you gasp as his hand supported your contorted position by the neck.

“Shit,” he muffles as Joshua started dirty sucking his now two fingers as if it was some cock, moaning with a distorted face as your pussy tightens on him due to the overloaded sensation.

“Fuck, I feel like… ahh… I’m gonna die…” You heart was beating so fast along the tempo of your heavy breaths as Jeonghan pushed further, your ass reaching his hips with a hiss. All of you were chasing breaths as everyone has settled in. You were close in coming and crying in excitement - your two holes penetrated and stretched by two interesting girths was a moment you never thought you ever desired.

Jeonghan seemed to be in control over the situation. Given that aura, of course he would. “Ready to have fun?” He asks the both of you, though his eyes were stuck with Joshua’s alluring irises. The latter nods with a smirk as the former retracts his hand to rather balance himself on top. He then grabs your hair away from your sweaty face, and whispers something to your delight, “Kiss your dear friend for me? The wetter, the better.”

You nod a little and you do as he said. The kiss was more erotic than whatever you have given Jeonghan himself from your makeout sessions. From sucking air out of Joshua’s lungs, to sucking his tongue as he explored your cavern, vibrations on the mouth were shared as he fucks you from below and you thrusts above him, all the while Jeonghan pleasures your other hole.

The pain in your ass was more bearable now as pleasure took over and the feeling of alternating friction was too much for you to handle, especially since you’ve been dying to come earlier.

“Fuck,” you heaved from lack of oxygen. Your arms feeling a bit wobbly now from supporting your weight against your friend’s chest.

“Let go; we’ll take care of you.” Joshua assures you with his calming voice as if he read your mind.

“But... no coming yet, babe. Be courteous,” Jeonghan smirks at the sight of you so worn out and frustrated for your nearing release.

Although whining in protest, your body suddenly felt comfortable after you let go of your hand support, and just let yourself be laid over Joshua’s body. The two started slow again, building momentum as lips inched closer to each other. It was a stretch literally for Jeonghan, but Joshua’s lips are just so irresistible. It looked so plump after the sucking and dirty kisses from you. It looked like it needed some more attention.

The two kissed, not neglecting you of any attention. You cannot picture everything that was happening at once but all you know, it was sending you to paradise, or maybe the other as the intercourse felt so sinful.

“How bad can you get, hun? Dirty moaning over two cocks stretching your holes as if you want one more. To fuck your filthy mouth, huh?” his aggressive whispers sent chills to your body as his apparent cold body is in total contrast of that from your friend underneath. His hand you did not notice already playin with your bud increased its intensity making your feet cold as white stars filled your shut eyes.

Joshua, eager to get those slutty words for himself as well (maybe not now buutsome other time), pulls Jeonghan’s closer to him, “Fucking shut up and kiss me.”

Your now frail body, sandwiched between two men lapping each other's mouth with a passion as their thrusts gradually increase in speed non-simultaneously, squirms as the curl in your core once again made itself known.

Moans and hisses from you were twice louder, and so does Joshua when he felt your pussy clenching around him, loosing contact with Jeonghan’s mouth again as he surrendered to his bed. The feeling was surreal that made him froze and just let the clenching and your slight movements fuck him out. Jeonghan was quick to catch and started pounding on you as he fills Joshua’s neck with kisses.

Jeonghan didn’t understand how kissing the man gave him back a few of his ousted strength back. Thoughts came crashing his already dreaded mind. Is Joshua a healer too? Or did your therapies make him weak, “healing” him from the “incurable illness” bestowed upon him at birth, without a choice?

“I-I’m… close…” Joshua managed to say between gasps as your clenching continues. He doesn’t want you stop; rather he just wants to proclaim how you make him feel so regal being bestowed such pleasurable sensation.

“You’re cumming too, right hun?” Jeonghan in his soothing voice pets your cheek with a finger. “Can you let your friend cum inside?”

“A-and… you?”

“I’ll come a little later…” he kisses you for a while and smirks, “...we haven't finished what we started last night."

Jeonghan gave a few more pounds before pulling out, leading a choir of moans from the three of you as the room was filled with the sticky smell of sex. Both you and Joshua wanted to hold it a bit more and endure the pleasure for much longer, pounding into you from below as he held into your hips, but your bodies failed to coordinate with your climaxes and finally had to let your release go altogether.

Joshua stayed inside your warmth as his mouth finds it way to yours. Your hole was too sensitive and with him still inside as he writhes under your kiss had you crumbling above him. You were confused if you wanted it more or just pull you off of him and let it linger, but the person behind you had other ideas.

“Baby, you know this is my favorite part right?” he was nagging cutely but hot at the same time. “But I’ll be generous to your friend.” his reddish eyes are now staring back at the other guy who had been oggling at his otherworldly beauty.

Jeonghan whispers something to Joshua and with a nod, the latter carefully managed to take the top as he settles you on the bed without breaking the connection. Just as how Jeonghan usually does after release, Joshua painfully slowly rides your high. The poor guy seemed only wanting to take time from his release, but was held captive of the devil right behind him, lips against his ears. “The best feeling yet, isn’t it?” you heard Jeonghan’s mumble to Joshua who had his head over the clouds, loving the overstimulation within your walls.

“I never heard my baby moaning like that; you seemed to be good in bed. Makes me curious.” Jeonghan tilts the other’s head to meet his eyes, kissing him unprovoked when Joshua’s lips were too tempting. The kiss gets deeper and Joshua starts to erratically thrusts inside you as he grows bigger yet again.

The scene right in front of you was enough to make you wetter than earlier, watching Jeonghan play with Joshua’s balls as their kiss gets deeper and hotter, moaning into each other's mouths.

You sighed; thinking it will be such a long, playful day.

Meanwhile, Jeonghan, albeit entranced by the charming guy’s sexual endurance, thinks he might be needing a personal moment with him. He can’t just look past how the feeble friend of yours grants his power back while you might have been the cause of depletion. He just feels so invulnerable; omnipotence manifesting in his glowing red eyes, growing long hair, and fangs visible enough to get the guy a cut inside his mouth in the middle of the kiss.

Joshua can only gasp as the pale man behind him shows off his extravagance in entirety.

Licking off a droplet of blood in his fangs, the unearthly smirks.

“Feels so great to be back.”

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ㅡ A/N: I’ve never really done any taglisting but since you requested, here you go @knucklesdeepmingi ! hope you enjoy ^^

Okay back to svt in bed series 😃

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yuri-for-businesswomen · 5 months

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my stepdad was really in his 20s picking fights with a literal child 😭 men are so fucking insecure its embarrassing.

now he‘s in his 40s still on his grind. i visit two times a year at best and he still cant help himself but tell my mum he doesnt want me around and let me feel that too. my coward of a mum says he is still hurt from things in the past. i have to laugh! the past where i was a child unwelcome in her own home? the past where i had to constantly defend myself against baseless accusations and an adult man debating me about bullshit and nobody took my side? the past where he bought an extra fridge for his room that he would lock when he left just because i ate his brownies once? the past where i wasnt allowed to just help myself to food we had at home? the past where he fished the cheese rind out of the trash to prove i was cutting off „too much“ of the cheese? the past where we could only watch tv when he wasnt home? the past where he took away the door to my room because i was taking „too long“ in the bathroom? the past where he checked the tv for heat to control that i wasnt secretly watching? the past where we had to give up on sunday breakfast because he would escalate it into a fight every damn time? the past where he put me in a position where i had to tell him i didnt want to kiss him anymore with the help of my therapist, and he acted all butthurt about it? the past where i never invited friends home because the vibe was too bad? the past where he was mad because i was using the lightswitch „too loud“? the past where i rather spent my nights at people i didnt know’s house than going home? the past that still makes me feel like a bad person for asking for help because he made everything a huge deal? the past where we moved town because he didnt want to live in the city and nobody cared that was my home? the past where they demolished my room right after i moved out? the past where he charged me for a lift to the nearest station? the past where i couldnt even escape to my grandma because her partner would pull the exact same fucking shit? the past where he would constantly ridicule and doubt me? that past?! yeah iguess that must have really scarred the poor man 😔 sorry for existing asshole

#personal

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happy (early) birthday our beloved starshine nugget! i hope you have the most fabulous birthday ever ♡

as for the bday fic.. *nudges you gently to a dark alley*

jumin. classic enemies to lovers. it's just pure heated anger. obliterates everyone within the vicinity. but while they are throwing comebacks at eachother, they cant help but think about holding them, having them. pining. LOTS OF HEART WRENCHING PINING.

that's all ~♡

HELLO DEAR — *is nudged into da dark alley* ouo… *listens to yo idea* … O U O

OKIE BUT LIKE. I’m totally twisting this a bit, like: enemies to lovers to enemies >w>

I think I have some leftover pent-up anger to make this!!

LET’S GO, LET’S GO!

The honeymoon period in any relationship lasts three months. Six if you were lucky.

After that time has passed, you’ll begin to see, smell, and experience things about your partner that begin to make you wonder why.

Why you chose them, why you didn’t see these things before, why it took you so long to understand what you would have to deal with for the rest.

Of your life.

It wasn’t that you didn’t love Jumin. No, you loved him a great deal. You were just tired. Tired of his sideways glances when you’d laugh too loud at a company dinner — tired of how he gradually took control of your wardrobe, making you wear longer dresses with pinned hats — tired of how dismissive he seemed every time you went to show him something you’d made, or shoot him a silly video.

“Mm. Is that all?”

You could hear his voice in your mind. You could hear the disinterest because he didn’t try to hide it anymore. It was like he was bored of you.

And you were bored of him.

Dinners would consist of Jumin’s utensils scraping against ceramic plates — a sound you detested — and you noisily sucking your wine glass while you drank — an act that clearly annoyed him. You knew it, too; as soon as you heard the heel of his foot slamming repetitively against the tile, you knew you had gotten to him.

He wouldn’t say anything to you, though. Nor would you say anything to him. Why bother? Active communication turned into rigid expectations, something both of you failed at horribly.

Things has gotten so tense that, eventually, you had a difficult time being around Jumin all together. His quiet, judging eyes following you around the room, jaw clenching when he saw something you were doing that he didn’t like…

And you, trying your damndest to ignore him and go about your day, purposely finding ways to piss him off.

You decided to pick up extra shifts at work. That was a good start; if he asked where you were or what you were doing, you would simply say that you were at work. Just as he would say to you with no other detail.

And you were satisfied for some time, coming home to the lights off and a quietly snoring Jumin in the guest bedroom. You’d even make a game of it; whoever arrived home the latest, lost.

At what, you didn’t know. You didn’t care.

But maybe it would give you the courage to leave.

All the nights he didn’t stay up waiting for you would only confirm his lacking interest. An unfair judgement, but one you would make anyway.

Slipping your winter coat on, you trudged your way to work. A solid eight hours awaited you, followed by another hour or four at your contracting job. The work was exhausting, sure… but it wasn’t as exhausting as being around Jumin.

You went about your day without a care, happily assisting customers and even walking with a pep in your step. Your eyes occasionally fell to your watch, that you could keep track of both your schedule and Jumin’s.

17:30. He was done for the day. But maybe he was still at the office. Maybe he was catching a late meeting. Maybe he was following in his father’s footsteps and screwing another woman.

It didn’t matter. You didn’t care.

Shuffling your way to your next job, you ignored the dull pain in your chest from the slight overexertion.

Maybe staying at a hotel tonight wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

The thought amused you. It wasn’t a bad idea, the more you thought about it. Actually… you had your own savings account with money you had personally earned stashed inside. Maybe you could look into moving out.

While the idea danced in your mind, your gut felt otherwise. Churning uncomfortably, to the point of endless nausea, you left work much earlier than expected of you.

Walking along the snow-kisses sidewalk, your thoughts wandered. Except now, these thoughts were hopeful. Hopeful, yet… strangely unsettling.

Arriving at the landing of the building you and Jumin shared, - the word home having no meaning anymore - you moved into the elevator and pushed the button taking you up to the most luxurious hell you had ever known.

Your mind began to wander as you mindlessly made your way home. Truthfully, you already had a small bag packed and hidden away in your personal closet. The last thing you needed was for Jumin to ask questions. Getting the bigger things would be a challenge, but —

“Where have you been.”

Stopping in your tracks, you turned to see your husband. He looked as exhausted as you felt; from where you stood, it looked like he had at least ten new creased lines on his face. He sat as elegantly as ever, one leg crossed over the other, but you noticed his foot shaking. Why was he so jittery.

“Work,” you answered, throwing your coat over the kitchen island. “Good night.”

“Is that all you have to say?”

“Yup.”

As soon as Jumin rose to his feet, your heart fell. Was he about to ask you for a divorce now? Was it time for you to put your plan of moving out into motion? Why did it make you feel so vulnerable?

Fingers running over your wedding ring, teasing it back and forth over your finger, you held your breath as Jumin approached you.

He didn’t stand too close, but you could still smell his faint cologne — sandalwood and lavender.

“What do you want?” You asked, hugging yourself defensively.

“I haven’t seen you in days. And you expect me to believe that you’ve only been at work?”

“Yeah?” You scoffed. “Look, what ever you’re trying to say, can you spit it out now? I’m tired.”

“If that’s the case, —”

“It is, Jumin.”

“Explain to me, then, why you’re at work more than you’re at home.”

“Because I have two jobs, and both of them require my attention.”

“And I don’t?” Jumin’s voice rose. Just slightly.

“You haven’t asked. I’m not a mind reader.” You shifted your weight from one foot to the other. “Besides. Why do you expect from me what you refuse to offer?”

“How can I offer you anything when you aren’t here.”

Your brows shot up. Oh, he sounded impatient now. “Well? I’m here now, so if you have nothing to offer within the next three minutes, I’m going to sleep.”

“What has happened to you.”

You tilted your head. “Excuse me?”

“I’m not repeating myself. You heard me.”

Your laugh agitated him. “You have a lot of nerve. Have you ever considered that you might be the problem?”

Jumin leaned forward. “The problem?”

“I’m not repeating myself, you heard me.”

“Mature,” Jumin scoffed.

“Well, what do you want me to tell you, Jumin? Do you want me to agree that I’m the problem, is that what you want? Okay! Fine. I’m the problem. I’ve always been the problem. I’m the sole reason why our marriage is dangling by a thread. It’s all because of me. There. Are we done?”

Turning from Jumin, you felt yourself getting dizzy, the rush of confrontation getting to your head. The dizziness worsened when your husband grabbed your arm, pulling you back towards him.

“Don’t walk away from me. We aren’t done.”

Yanking your arm away from his grip, it took every ounce of strength in you to keep your hands to yourself. “What, was that not enough for you?”

“Listen to me,” Jumin seethed, his fingers throbbing, remembering the brief sensation of your skin against his. “It’s no secret. Our relationship has taken a massive shift in the wrong direction. I’ve noticed it, too.”

You shook your head. “Right, and accusing me of cheating is the first step in the right direction.”

“Neither are your smart ass comments.”

“Am I wrong? Did you not just accuse me of doing just that? For all I know, you’re giving it to some intern in a vacant boardroom. Like father, like son.”

The silence that lingered after your careless comment was so palpable that it made you uncomfortable. Yikes… you may have crossed a line, here.

“You’ve turned into the most cynical, heartless woman I’ve ever known.” Jumin’s voice was steady - he meant every word. “You were right. You aren’t cut out for this life, a life with me. I wish I had listened to the source.”

You looked away, fighting the tears in your eyes. His words hurt you deeply. “I’ll leave. No problem. But before I do?” You stepped closer, knees shaking. “These last few months have been a nightmare. I’m happier with the scrutinizing eyes of my parents than the dead-eyed look you give me.”

Jumin’s brows furrowed. “Pardon?”

“You look at me like I disgust you. Like I’ve run my course with you, like you have no other way to utilize me. Ever since I got my first job, you stopped caring about whether I was coming or going. Well, you don’t have to worry about it anymore, Jumin! I’m going.”

“What will you take, this sorry piece of luggage?” Tossing your bag - the bag you had skillfully hidden away - to the floor, Jumin nudged it disdainfully. “I thought you’d be more resourceful than this.”

You pursed your lips angrily, staring at the sorry knapsack by Jumin’s feet.

“If I was being such a horrible husband, ignoring you and shunning you, why didn’t you say anything. Why did you allow it to fester, woman.”

“Because I couldn’t talk to you, asshole. You were always too busy with work. What was I supposed to do, ring you up and rant to you over the phone?”

“Yes.”

Jumin’s booming response surprised you. It even seemed to surprise him.

“Right, so I should have done everything I could have done to fix our relationship. Why was it all on me?!”

“Did I say that? Besides. My efforts to reconnect with you were clearly ignored. The nights I stayed awake waiting for you to come home so I could talk to you. The meetings I canceled, the connections I ignored —”

“I never asked you to give any of your time up!!”

“Didn’t you just do that?”

“Screw this.” Throwing your hands in the air, you grabbed the bag on the floor. “I’ll have all my shit out by the end of the week.”

“Cynical, heartless, and a coward. Fitting.”

Rage blinded you. You spun around, your open hand almost connecting to Jumin’s cheek. He grabbed your wrist before you could make contact, pinning you against the wall behind you. An unmistakable fire raged within his eyes, one you saw up close and personally.

Your ragged breathing gradually matched with his. It was the first time you had been this close to him in…

Jumin noticed the dawning realization in your eyes; the fire within him dimmed, leaving traces of compassion and adoration.

Looking away from him, you tried to pull your hand back. Jumin wouldn’t allow it, gripping your wrist a little tighter.

“What are you —”

“Your wedding ring is still on your finger.”

You paused. “Yeah… yeah, it is. And so is yours.”

A beat passed. Jumin’s lips brushed over your forehead; a simple form of intimacy. But one you craved immensely. Lifting your head, butterflies crashed against your stomach. He was looking directly at you.

“You’re right.” Jumin’s grip on your wrist loosened. “I haven’t been as attentive to you, or your needs. I’ve… been taking advantage of you. You were always there, until you weren’t. And when you weren’t, I grew very insecure. So insecure that I accused you of the greatest sin between married couples.

You closed your eyes slowly. Tears spilled out of your control; the dam you held inside was cracking open. “I got careless, too. I was so afraid of approaching you, and I was so frustrated that you couldn’t read my mind, so ignored you and your good heart, Jumin. I had forgotten just how gracious and good you are.”

Jumin tilted your chin up, his fingers catching the tears coursing down your cheek and off your chin. His pull irresistible, you leaned into him as he timidly pressed his lips to your cheeks.

“Please,” you whispered. “Please don’t kiss me unless you love me, Jumin… don’t play any games with me…”

And after a pause that lasted a lifetime… Jumin pulled back.

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