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keys-hellscape-1020 · 10 months

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Yeet.

A/N: this is just pure word vomit. I’m so sorry. The title is SO bad but I was giggling so hard when I wrote it. Also this is literally so fucking self-indulgent.

Summary: Spider-People have a sixth sense. This is common knowledge to anyone who intimately knows one. What you didn’t know however was that it can occasionally misinterpret intentions, leading to disastrous results.

Hobie Brown x gn!Reader

Contents: No use of Y/N, anxiety mentions, reader gets full on thrown through a window, reader dissociates (symptoms of dissociation are described in depth), reader gets injured, angst, hurt/comfort

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It was mid-afternoon, the sun starting to lower towards the sky-line as you hauled your bags back from the grocery store. It wasn’t a long walk, not by any means, by the bags were heavy with ingredients for dinner and the sun was at the perfect angle to shine in your eye.

As you dragged yourself through the lobby of your apartment you could feel your heart flutter at the gentle vibration of your phone in your pocket. Hobie must be telling you that he entered through the window. How you longed to see him, today had been impossibly long and he had a subtle way of making everything better.

As you shuffled your way into the elevator, smacking the button awkwardly with your elbow, you impatiently watched as you rose through the levels of your apartment building.

It felt like a century. But eventually you were met with the sweet ding of the elevator reaching the correct floor. You dragged yourself one last time out of the elevator and down the hall, however instead of the sound of sweet guitar cords you were met with silence.

You anxiously creep down the hallway. When Hobie comes over he always plays his guitar loud enough for the whole floor to hear. As annoying as it was to your neighbors you couldn’t find it in you to ask him to stop, the sweet melody melting the stress right off your bones.

You somehow manage to mangle your key out of your pocket without putting anything down, and as soon as you’re inside you’re dropping your groceries without a care in the world and pulling out your phone.

As you unlock it your worst fear is confirmed, it was Hobie texting you alright. Him not playing his guitar almost certainly meant something was horribly wrong. To make matters worst Hobie had said he had a “surprise” for you. That made the anxiety in your stomach twist even harder, the idea of one of Hobie’s many enemies capturing him, or using you to get to him sparking to life in your mind.

You leave the door to your apartment open a crack, just incase you need to run, and creep down the hallway. The door to your bedroom is open just a crack, and light is spilling out of your room, causing you to hold your breath as you creep closer.

You perch on your toes, hoping to decrease the chance of someone hearing you as you near the door, hands posed at your side, ready to fight for your life or run as fast as your legs could carry you at a moments notice.

You lean on the door frame and push the door open another few inches using the side of your foot, holding your breath as the hinges let out a loud squeak.

When you don’t hear any immediate threats coming from inside the room you carefully shift your weight forward, gripping the door frame like it would keep you from harm.

You feel your heart leap with relief as you see not one of Hobie’s enemies, but Hobie himself. He’s sitting in your desk chair, facing the closed window. He has his guitar in his hands, but that is not what stands out to you. Instead what stands out is the pair of headphones on his head, forcing his wicks out of the way in a messy way that shows he has not taken much care when placing them on his head in the first place.

You scrunch your nose in delight at the comical sight and decide that some teasing is in order, after the near heart attack he gave you.

You creep forward, your movements reminding you of a cat as a Cheshire grin grows on your face. You still completely when you’re in pouncing distance and you see Hobie’s finger still on his guitar strings. A small cue, but one that indicated you’re plan would be foiled if you didn’t attack right… Now!

You pounce forward, you barely feel your nails scrap the thread of Hobie’s shirt before a firm force is pressing on your stomach, pushing you up and over yourself.

You can barely breath, a second and an eternity pass as you crash through the air.

You don’t think you’ve ever hit anything as hard as you just did.

The top of your head and one of your shoulders feel the crunch of the impact first, but it does nothing to slow your movements as your thighs crumple downwards you, and then past you still.

It doesn’t take you long to realize that you’re falling.

Not that you had a long time to realize.

You didn’t realize that you had the instinct to face the ground. Was that something that was impeded in every human? Or were you simply privy to this trait as you saw your boyfriend leap through the air on a near daily basis?

Whatever the cause, your descent is stopped by the feeling of something pulling on your back. It reminds you of how a bully would pull on your backpack in middle school, only if the bully was a double-decker bus instead of a 12 year old.

Your internal debate on the nature of 12-year-old assholes is stopped as you feel an arm wrap around your waist, pulling you in through the cracked frame of a window.

You didn’t remember being pulled in the wrong way through the air. Traveling in reverse. But it would be impossible to forget Hobie’s face staring at you with as much concern as you’ve ever seen on it, eyes wide and almost glassy.

You can feel the tightness of his grip on your shoulders, and you’re sure his fingerprints will be imprinted in your skin. You can see his mouth moving quickly but you can’t hear his voice.

You look vaguely at the busted window frame, the wood is cracked and splintering in nearly a hundred places. You fear your landlords reaction when he sees that. How are you going to explain it?

You feel Hobie gently brushing your forehead with his thumb, pulling you from your thoughts. You look down and see small specks of glass, almost like glitter, dusting your lap. You raise a hand to your head and it comes back a deep vermilion, you swear it sparks the same as that damned glitter.

You feel Hobie’s hand on your cheek, turning your eyes towards him.

“You with me?” Hobie’s eyes are large and concerned, troubled brows peering at you.

You can barely find the strength to make eye contact, mind still far off, falling through the atmosphere, clouds catching in your throat.

You feel Hobie’s firm thumb on your cheek, consistent pressure pulling your mind back down to earth.

“Hey now. Focus on me.”

You blink a few times, and slowly feel your bones becoming solid once more. You can hear the traffic out the window, Hobie’s breathing, feel the warmth of blood on your head. You find your chest naturally matching the rhythm of Hobie’s as he breathes deeply, prompting you to copy him.

You go to reach up to your head once more, intent of seeing how bad your injury is, but Hobie grabs your wrist and pulls your hand back down.

He stares at you for an intense moment before he scoops you up bridal style, being so incredibly gentle as he stands.

“Let’s get you cleaned up Luv.” He sounds more quite and subdued then you have ever heard him. He walks oh so gently, slow and smooth so as not to bump or jostle you.

He sits you down on the counter of the bathroom gently, and pulls a first-aid kit out from under the sink. Typically it is you patching him up after patrol, looks like the tables have turned this time.

He works in utter silence. His first mission is staunching the wound on your head. It’s no where near the point of requiring stitches, it had simply bleed a lot as head wounds are prone to doing. He cleans the wound efficiently, and before you know it the wound is hidden by a thick, white bandage on your forehead.

The rest of your wounds are thankfully small, and don’t take much treatment. After a few wipes from a damp cloth and some Neosporin your wounds are treated. The only evidence that still prove the incident occurred recently is your blood stained clothing.

Hobie stays in the same spot he was in as he treated your wounds, hovering almost. His normally large presence has shrunk and if your didn’t know better you’d say he was trying to hide himself away from you.

You are staring at your hands, finding your fingers very interesting as the intense silence clouds the air, closing in around your throat you want to say something to break it, but your throat chokes in on itself as soon as you open it.

“I’m sorry.”

Hobie looks so small as he whispers those words to you. His hands are ghosts on your thighs, you can feel him, but you’ve never felt so separated from him. He eyes the tile of the bathroom and you can practically see him beating himself up, pulling away from you in a belligerent attempt to protect you.

You gently place a hand on his cheek and turn his face towards yours, forcing him to look at you. “I don’t blame you.”

“I know.”

“I still trust you.”

He glanced away from you briefly, and blinks aggressively like he’s fighting off tears. “Are you sure you should?”

Instead of a verbal response you take one of his hands from your thigh and guide it your head, setting the tips of his fingers right on the thick bandage that lays there. “This is proof that you care. That it was an accident and we both regret it. I trust you with my life.”

He suddenly lurches forward, pulling you into his body with a sob. You hold him gently as he cries into you, rubbing his back comfortingly, letting him feel his emotions and let them out.

You have no idea how long you sat there on your bathroom counter, blood stained clothing as you try to piece back together the broken pieces of your boyfriend without any words. But none were needed.

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implusivesugarapple · 3 months

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🍎Toxic Lucifer Headcanons🍎

MINORS DNI

TW: verbal/mental and physical abuse,stockholm's syndrome,degradation

♡ Lucifer is constantly hovering over you to keep you close to him

♡ Even when you're both sleeping he's squeezing you tight

♡ Mornings aren't easy either he can conjure up anything with a snap of his fingers but still insists you make breakfast

♡ Even trying your hardest, it's not perfect for him

♡ ...let's just say you were never were the best cook

♡ He gives you a disgusted look and he knows it gets to you every time.

♡ It's not the same way Lilith used to make pancakes

♡ Nothing was ever the same for him and he didn't like change

♡ There are times where he shuts you out locking himself in his crafts room

♡ Either that or he would lock you in the guest room

♡ You even threatened to leave him once, huge mistake

♡ "Do you forget who I am" "I am the king of Hell, do you know what I can do to you"

♡ That was enough for you

♡ He would always "forget" arguments or things he would yell at you about

♡ Well not always but he would hope you would

♡ He would later come up running behind you giving you a hug completely forgetting what he said

♡ You were always scared of him and even if you brought up what happened he would get mad at you for remembering

♡ "How are you still mad about that" "Maybe next time do it right"

♡ And don't you dare go inside his crafts room

♡ That's his place, even if it's full of dust and portraits of Lilith

♡ There was one time when you caught a peak of the room and you questioned him about it

♡ “Why were you looking there in the first place" “Are you so insecure that you just have to creep on me"

♡ It's not his fault but he doesn't get when you obviously get upset about something he would do

♡ "why are you crying again"

♡ Shows you off to the other sins

♡ You're most likely lower in "class" or "hierarchy" than him so he uses this to his advantage

♡ Treats you basically like a pet in front of them

♡ Everyone except for Ozzie and Beelzebub

understand how you feel bc of their partners

♡ "I have a meeting" is a word you heard a lot but when you ask the other sins it's a mix of responses mostly them just covering for him

♡ "I give you everything can't you just..."

♡ leaves you on read all the time

♡ you ask him "where are you," "can i come in," "i love you"

♡ he on the other hand only texts you when he needs something or when he wanted to tell you something no one else could hear

♡ He's the king of Hell and in charge of the pride ring so it's expected that he cheats

sorry not sorry (≧ω≦)/

♡ If you do catch him it's most likely someone that looks like you or Lilith

♡ He didn't like being committed to you

♡ He loves that the people he hooks up with admire him so much

♡ You just got boring to him

♡ Satan forbid though you even glance at another guy though

♡ if he is physically abusive then he undermines how bad it is

♡ "I didn't even hit you that hard"

♡ "Stop being so dramatic"

♡ "You know i'm only doing this because I love you"

♡ He knows and has control over his own strength but he wants to put you in place

♡ This is only because he has no control over the things around him and has left his ring into chaos

♡ This only made it worse when his daughter was able to improve Hell in less than a year

♡ "You can't leave me" He hugs you tightly "If you do i know where to find you"

sorry ik this is different from my other content i just don't see much toxic hcs for Lucifer

#hazbin hotel reader insert #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel headcanon #lucifer x reader #lucifer #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer magne #lucifer morningstar #helluva boss

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auxiliarydetective · 2 months

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now for the chaos corner ( or part seven ) of the ask extravaganza, let's talk about my beloved little fennec fox felicity !! could i please ask after questions one, four, five, seven, and eight from that list of questions ?

can't wait to see the answers, and i hope you're doing well !! <3

Yeeessss, Lily, my sweet little baby!

1. What's an animatic about your OC / OTP that you've been spinning around your brain?

So, for Lily, I actually don't think I have a specific song animatic in mind for her, just general vibes. I feel like it would probably be an angsty one about childhood innocence and her relationship with Sanji, generally pretty happy and adorable and all, but occasionally you'll get scenes of her crying and throwing tantrums in fear... Delicious angst. Specifically, the main angst potential comes from the Whole Cake Island Arc. I know you know basically nothing about it, Dolly, but all of my OCs (except for Lux) have a deep and profound trauma from that arc, some more than others. That's because that arc is peak Sanji angst. Anyways, for some happy moments, I could see little montages of them training together, cooking together, Lily showing off her ballet skills, general crew shenanigans... It's about the contrast!

4. Give a full breakdown of one song on your OC or OTP's playlist!

*checks my Felicity playlist* Well, well, well...

I could cheat and do an instrumental one. I can’t do ones that are just there based on vibes because they're... well... just there for vibes. Most of them are just there for vibes, actually. So, we'll do this one:

"Have you heard from the news? / Clouds are falling from the sky / And everything that's pink is now blue."

... is about the scary things in Lily's life and how her world is coming apart, first because of Buggy, then because of Kuro.

"Have you heard from my mind? / We gotta find a way to cope / Or else things might not turn out so fine"

... is Lily's escapism, the way her brain cooked up the automatic response of age regression as a way to cope and make things fine again.

"And I start / To give in / To the sin / To the sin"

Lily puts up no resistance against this sort of escape but it's a "sin" because devil fruits are, well, devil fruits, and she's already a non-human freak without it, but even more so when it keeps changing her appearance in tune with her mind.

"And I start / To realize / Lullabies / La, la..."

... is Lily really falling into Little Space, the last two syllables being a sort of reference to baby speech - listen to how they sound in the song!

The chorus is filled with antitheses between childish, happy things and scary things you might encounter in life and that's also the world that Lily lives in. Sort of a childish bubble she has built for herself and the harsh pirate's life of death and fighting outside of it. There's one line that's special though and that's:

"Lollipops and cigarettes"

Lily, being half mink, has heightened senses, and she's also very emotional, so a lot of times, things just become too much for her. That's when she asks her dad Sanji for a "smoke break" which is code for "mom come pick me up i'm scared". Sanji is a smoker, so he has an excuse to just remove himself from a situation and go outside for a while and Lily copied that for herself. I think the first time she pulls this trick, it's and accident. She probably mumbles to herself "I think I need a smoke break" (copying Sanji, most likely) and everyone just looks at her as if their souls had left their bodies. But then Sanji smiles and says "You know, me too" and they leave and then this becomes actual code speak for them. There's only one thing that's an issue: Lily feels left out if Sanji is smoking and she isn't. She keeps bugging him about how it isn't fair until he gets her lollipops as a comprimise. Also fake cigarettes made of chewing gum or chocolate.

"Losing innocence is easy / But growing up is hard to face. / Give me something to hold on to / Or I'll slip right into little space"

The "losing innocence is easy" part is a reference to Lily losing her parents, an event that she can barely remember and never understood. In her eyes, they just disappeared, and she doesn't know what really happened or never quite pieces it together - because she was young, still is young and her mind refuses to recall what happened. So she just unconsciously refuses to grow up. And she doesn't have to. She's still so young but also she'd rather be this little kid again when her parents were still by her side and she doesn't want to face things like losing her second set of parents - ie. Kaya's - or getting kidnapped by Buggy or the chaos caused by the Black Cat Pirates. She needs someone or something to hold on to or she gets scared and slips into little space, basically becoming a nonverbal ball of fear.

"Remember all the rounds / When we sneaked in just to have a kiss / But now we need to keep the noise down"

In the original interpretation of the song, this is more of an allusion to puppy love vs sexuality, but in Lily's version, the last line is more related to violence and screaming, maybe also her sensitivity to noise because of her gigantic ears that she maybe wasn't so accutely aware of when she was younger.

"Remember sleepy eyes / When we see each other every day / But now this is our final goodbye"

This part is about Kaya and Lily who grew up like siblings for a long time. Granted, they are quite a few years apart, but Lily has very fond memories of just napping with Kaya and seeing her every day because they lived together, but her going out with the Straw Hats means she might never see her again - or at least not for a very long time. The "final goodybe" is also a reference to Merry's death, who was another of Lily's father figures and who was also part mink.

Chorus time! The final lines function the same way, contrasting fun, childish things and scary, adult things.

So yeah, the whole song might as well be interpreted as a look into how Lily's mind works!

5. What would your OC's tumblr blog be like?

I haven't decided on whether I want Lily to be twelve or thirteen yet, but I'm currently gravitating towards twelve and... yeah, she's too young for Tumblr XD

But if she did have a blog, I imagine it would be very chaotic. Ballet stuff, Barbie movies, children's shows, aesthetics, slime videos, kidcore, pastel stuff, Disney...

7. What's your OC's ___-core aesthetic?

Probably a soft and childish balletcore, mixed in with some more pastel-y kidcore. Also fennec fox. You cannot do Lily without a cute little fennec fox.

8. What are some TV Tropes that apply to your OC or OTP?

Oh, a lot! Here's just a little list: The Cheerful Child, Curious as a Monkey, Parental Substitute on multiple occasions (first Kaya's parents, then Merry, then Sanji!) and her and Sanji get a "Like a Son Daughter to Me" moment. She's also somewhat of an Innocent Prodigy when it comes to fighting and ballet, and Cheer Them Up with Laughter is how to stop her tantrums and breakdowns. Finally, Cheery Pink. That's it.

Sorry that this took so long. I had very little free time since Christmas and I've just been working on this whenever I had the time and frame of mind. Thanks so much for your ask!

▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄✼▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ Taglist: @starcrossedjedis @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene @supermarine-silvally - let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!

#one piece oc #opla oc #oc: felicity #ask #evie's ask extravaganza

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cosmicwriterof21stcentury · 1 year

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Forge the fire that burnt the city down,love, love, only love

Most of the time

I was on a verge of madness

An Incurable syndrome of some sorts

When I found myself crying often at little things

Or when I'd find myself being my own worst critic

I don't know how to let people go

Or let this frustration out

I never learnt how to manage my emotions

So it came out in the most Illogical ways

The lost motivation everytime I'd try to make something

All the crumpled papers in the corner of my room

They speak my truth.

And even more than that I found myself lying wide awake in bed in hopes that it would occur to someone how I really felt

Writing and drawing was only an attempt to reach out

I was mostly afraid of being lonely

And so it did, It draped me in its arms like a never leaving sickness

The one that made my bones crack under the weight of never being understood

I lie alot, specially when I say that I'm happy

And on days when I smile the widest , I feel ever so lonely

I don't know if you read this that you'll understand but I believe it's only human nature to seek validation, I haven't accomplished much in life except for a thing here and there ,not enough to make myself proud .

I am also the person who doesn't know what love tastes like except the crumbs of it that I learnt to lick off the tables,despite being told I've the most unique perspective of life,but won't a victim become the predator when it's been victimized his whole life?

I've been called many things - Narcissist, Irritable, Annoying,A Burden,good for nothing,a Failure and that's when I started to separate myself from the others. They couldn't see the facade of my sadness,My Clinging Younger Self that deafened me to demand justice? What justice? Where's the justice? I lived with her long enough to realise she isn't the one to be reasoned with,so I suffocated her and I killed her.

The ever so lovely faces,the enchanting smiles,the wicked souls and the lost sheeps.

I liked to think I'm better than them,better off them,better of them,better in a way that could only validate my Loneliness.

And when I look at other people's relationship with their mothers and fathers, I feel this Heinous Anger and possibly - Jealousy.

I don't hate my parents,oh no , I don't . That's a crime. It's a sin. Blood is thicker than water.

But sometimes I wish they would notice me,see me or just acknowledge my presence.

I want to feel vulnerable without thinking that it's an abomination to myself.

I've been cruel to my mother, my father's been cruel to my mother but sometimes I see her in my dreams, an image of her burning, she tells me to lick off her bones clean and love her,love her,love her,love her.

Eventually, I learnt it the hard way,but it's true,war isn't about the one's who won but the one who's left.

I often wish I could sew my hands to that of my friends hands , so we don't drift away,but in the loudest of rooms with their laughter I feel it echoing in the emptiness of the room.

I like classical music, the ones with instruments mostly,that of violins and cello and I daydream of being a hero which I can never be. A hero that saves everyone but themselves. A hero that can only be reborn with a purpose,which I do not have.

I don't remember anything from my childhood except a few memories which make me believe that I'm cracked in some places and my being is spilled out from those cracks ,but I only have two hands, so I let them go and Iook at my hands and I barely recognise who I am anymore.

I've lost my sense of self atleast a thousand times, if I could compare, I'm that drawer in the house with objects that don't belong there or maybe a crayon mixed up with other old crayons and I'm barely picked on, I suppose the colour I'm made of is likely the most unwanted of them all.

I get alot of remarks on who I am,what I was,what I would and what I should be.

I like to think that I'm not the first ,and I'll not be the last.

And when I look at my mother ,in my head,I hear a voice shouting do you see me? Do you love me? Have you ever loved me? Do you have this sadness inside you too? And in those moments I forget that ,my mother, she's been a daughter too, a wife,a Sophisticated,an elegant woman raised by a daughter like her while a daughter in her raised her own daughter.

I believe it's a system, a corrupted,a rigged one and on top of that ,A System that only rejects Emotions and is a home to the cultivation of starving each other of love and teaching each other the ways to make skin,hairs,hands and face soft. Hands , only if they weren't so cold to touch,they could've mistaken you were infact dead.

I don't know much about my childhood,let alone theirs but I like to think maybe I'll understand them when I get older,so I keep my mouth shut, I swallow my desires ,I burn my tongue and I speak, only the words that could please the ears of their lost gaze.

And I feel lonely,so lonely,with all these people around me, I feel suffocated.

They all call me their friend but they barely know how I feel, wouldn't it be as good as half dead?

But then I laugh it off, afraid they'll laugh at me. A roof on my head,food in mouth,a mouth sewn close and a lovely household. I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it-

I miss my father alot but he barely calls me to even ask how I am , so I pretend that it doesn't really matter how does it feel ? Is it cold in the town? Doesn't it get lonely to be the shadow of a father who wasn't even there? A father gone by the afternoon, returned ,fed,sat and he left.

I like to think that they'll love me one day, but will i be the same?

I often reason with myself if I'm not worthy of love,so I get mean when I'm nervous,like a bad dog.

I learnt somewhere how you only recognize love when it's how you perceive love, but deep down I see the spilled empty pages of my diary in my room and I explode, famish, scatter and discard my heart on an origami crane.

I learnt a lot of things , mostly skills that required hand work in hopes that if they couldn't feel my pain , atleast they could see it? How do you glamorize someone's pain without vomitting blood? How to appreciate the death of a person who's never been born? How do you reason me with my ability to see beauty in twisted things when all you feed me is agony and pain?

So I dismiss it,my thoughts,my emotions, nowadays I like to sleep,so that when I cannot turn them off. I dissociate from the world.

It would only matter if you think it does,how can one love a broken,twisted thing with a lost limb and a burnt tongue? Unworthy of love,your foolish desires,eat the burning coal and love them back,love them back ,love them back,even if it hurts. It's supposed to hurt. It wouldn't get better, only you get resilient.

-the end-

-tamanna.

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hiruda · 1 year

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Tentangnya, my one and only brother, kak enal.

Hi kak, how is it up there? Are you okay? Well, sadly our prays had little chance to reach you or maybe not. Kinda suck isn't it? But it goes the way it has to. We're doing good, still misses you sometimes, or maybe a lot, but we're good, we're trying to live our best life. Anw, your son lives with us here not sure how his life is going to be, but lets see. Theres nothing much we can do except trying our best to direct him into best way but yeah, he's a teenager, so it's kinda hard to facing him.

Hey, I already 25 years old, soon to be 26 in a couple months if Allah allows me or stop at 25 forever so i could be your forever little sister. Or maybe imma pass the age of 27 or so on which means I'll pass the age you never reach, grow old, being grand parent that you'll never be.

Im sorry i randomly tell u this, maybe i get triggered and i told Mas about how your friends still have your number even tho its not active anymore and how your presence means a lot to them. Its already 13 years since you left us, but our feeling hasnt change at all. We miss you, but we're holding each others, stronger than you cant ever imagine. Although we're only sisters now, but mama bapak very proud of us, not sure of me since I dissapointed us a lot, but yeah we're still good. Kaka-kaka take care us a lot, and i'll never be repay their kindness.

I miss you, bro. I miss being ur little sister, i miss being lifted when i fall asleep in front of tv, I miss us when we sleep side by side, when you make me sleep with my hands in your armpits and it becomes my habit which is kinda hard for me to let go, when you cut your armpits hair so it gets little sharp cause id like to put it into my nails, when you asked me why I move to sleep next to kak epi cause i cant stand the snore you made, or when youre at your peak of ur mischief and nobody is brave enough to talk to you but still you treat me the same, hasnt change at all as ur little girl, even tho I know youve changed.

Kak, do you think we're in our best life when He took you from us? Cause i do think so. We were so young back then, I was 11 and had no clue hows life gonna hit me from every corner. Ive messed up kak and being the dumbest little sister youve ever had. Im not allowed to ask if, cause its a sin, so i try my best not to ask if to Him.

How did it feel kak when He took ur spirit away? Does it hurt? Do you think im gonna make it if my time had arrived? Are you sad? Do you see us coming cause we're not at home when you left us? How does it feel kak, he made you left us when you're not ready at all? Or you well prepared cause i heard you cleaned up every tools at your work and saying youre leaving? Is it true kak? You left us with no sign and unprepeared, is it fair? But we'll never be ready, it is just sooner or later.

Please take care yourself kak. I still have your picture, we wont forget you. Will never be. Im going to talk to you again when i need a good cry. I love you, hope He will let recogize each other when we meet even if it's in heaven or hell, so i could be your little sister again.

#siblings #100 days of productivity #brother #sisters #family #life and death

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rcksmith · 3 years

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Lust — Kaz Brekker

Gif by @kitsyoung

Request: “Hey. I really like your writing and I was wondering if you would consider writing a Kaz piece with the smut prompts 76, 1 & 33. Obviously with your au rules. If it’s too much I completely understand tho”

“7, 17, 36, and 73 from the smut list for Kaz Brekker please? If not, no worries! 💖 Thank you!”

“Holy shit that last kaz brekker smut- AMAZING. Was wondering if you could write another smut with smut prompt #6? Of course if this bothers you just ignore it. Thank you so much 🥰”

Smut prompts:

1. “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”

6. “Do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

7. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

17. “after that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy”

33. “Maybe I should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to.”

36. "If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.“

73. “You know, you look real pretty when you cry.”

76. “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, explicit smut, dirty thoughts, dirty talk, nsfw, jealous, mention of fight.

Word count: 5k

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

Thank you so much for the requests and for all affection 💖 I decided to compile these requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. I hope you like it and good reading.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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There is a theory that always, somewhere, there will be a person capable of making you lose your breath, and your reasoning, whenever he appears on the scene. Someone who robs you of your breath, your heartbeat, your ability to think clearly and your control to keep your hands not shaking.

And Kaz Brekker would always be that person for you.

From the first time you laid eyes on him, it's been a feeling of dying and going to heaven. Except that Heaven was, in reality, a hot, burning hell. Where your greatest punishment was being forced to watch his tall figure, who exuded masculinity by every inch, walking in front of you like a Renaissance painting very superb.

Nothing that Van Gogh, Da Vinci, and Picasso created has bordered on the personification of beauty that he was.

Kaz was beautiful in a very mysterious, dangerous and chilling way. You would describe his aura as the height of midnight in an enigmatic city, his hair the color of the core of sin and his features as lines that the god Ares would have drawn. Everything about him reeked of the fog of suspense stories, with a touch of lust.

All the looks he directed at you were caustic, flickering and intense as a candle flame, reverberating through your veins like angry eels and always make the room feeling charged with electricity, like the ground after the fall of a lightning. Everything between the two of you seemed to be filled with something fiery and arcane. From the gazes, the rubbing of shoulders, the times when the skins touched. Everything was a compilation of sensations that make you catch your breath whenever Kaz Brekker appeared.

He was your kryptonite. In all senses.

And that was exasperating in the extreme, at staggering levels. You felt your center of your sex vibrate whenever he directed you that voice whit baritone intonation and predatory looks, whenever the button-down shirts were tight enough for you to revel in the contours of his body, or sometimes when he wore the cane to signal or stopper something. This was the worst of them. His cane.

Have you lost count of how many times Kaz stopped you as counting money, by putting the tip of the cane over your hands, or stopped you from going somewhere by blocking your path with the cane, lifting the object horizontally in front of your belly. And every time you felt your legs tremble, your breath fade and a very dirty part of your brain whisper that you wanted him to use that object in you in more fun ways.

Your body was so responsive that there were times when you knew, with every fiber of your soul, that Kaz was able to read the paths in which your thoughts wandered. He lowered his gaze to you, in that breathless connection that promised to contain the most nefarious paths of sin, and maliciously curved the left corner of his lips in an arrogant, oblique expression. At such times, you could feel in your soul the words he did not say:

I know the perverted things that you are thinking.

And the truth was, he really knew. Kaz memorized every change in your breathing, every blush on your cheeks, every trembling of your hands, every your trembling look whit a frightened girl who had been caught thinking of something impure. He knew how your body was responsive, needy. And he himself had to control himself not to push you over the desk in his office and fuck you like an aggressive animal, bringing all your perverted thoughts to life.

It wasn't his physical reactions that kept him from taking action, but an even more visseral reaction than the pulsing desire he felt for you. Mine. The primal, determined, burning sensation of possession. That it ran through his veins like hot, bubbling lava. The desire was familiar, but this statement, not. Like the jealousy he felt for you, he quickly recognized the danger he was in.

If Kaz touched you…he knew he would never be able to let you go.

Mine. A statement that resonated spontaneously whenever he saw you, a testament to the reactions the two of you triggered in each other. However, not even the awareness of the dangerous game that was between you was able to dispel the climate of provocative sensuality that pulsed in the places whenever the two of you were together.

It was like playing with a powerful drug. One slip and he would be addicted forever.

On days like this, when Kaz had just come out of an exasperating meeting with Peka, a businessman and mobster who was always looking for ways to try and bring Kaz down, his already bad temper turned to terrible. He felt compelled to break something, drink a whole bottle of the best English whiskey in that club, and punch someone. Kaz felt the anger pulse through his veins, in a pure and perfect way.

He left the office, turning off his cell phone so he wouldn't be disturbed and descending the stairs to the center of his Crow Club, mind buzzing and anger seeping in his blood. He needed to unwind, maybe get into the car and head home. Maybe actually drink that whiskey bottle. Maybe both.

Kaz was about to take another step down, running a gloved hand through his hair to get it out of his eyes, when his gaze met your figure. And that was when the already terrible temper rose to the very badly.

Normally, a vision like that would have just bothered him, a compulsion to do something. But that day, Kaz was at the height of his angriest feelings. And seeing you, bold as a goddess in that little black dress, next to Jesper at the gambling table and flirting with a guy to your left, did things with every last bit of patience and self-control he had.

His eyes never left you as he took another step, running his hand through his hair again to contain the unruly strands. You were laughing, downing another drink and placing a card on the table. You turn back to the man to your left, your eyelashes fluttered gracefully in a promise to allow him to guide your rein tonight.

But there would be no goddamn rein for that fucking guy to guide.

Kaz gripped his cane tightly, descending the other short stairs and advancing toward your with dangerous, determined, and angry steps.

"...in this part of the year, criminal law cases drop a lot." The damn guy was telling you, his boring blond hair falling over his blue eyes in a way Kaz found annoying.

To fucking hell with that blond-haired Dande.

“Y/n, Jesper!” Kaz tapped the end of his cane on the table, stopping the cards under the polished wooden end.

Everyone at the table looked at him startled, their actions frozen. He saw you swallow hard, a soft tremor sigh in your shoulders.

Good!

“Shouldn't you be at the door?” Kaz turned to Jesper, his eyes sparks with annoyance.

“Right now, Boss.” He stood up, giving you a strained smile and heading towards the door.

“Kaz…” You started, voice softly intoxicated.

You knew you weren't supposed to be at the gambling table, let alone so late at night and drunk, even if Jesper was by your side. You had the ability to win every play, in any game, and that ended up not only driving the others away, but leaving the men, already drunk and irrational, aggressive and with an extremely bruised ego. And they almost always wanted to retaliate physically. As much as there were security guards and cameras everywhere to keep something bad from happening, Kaz couldn't stand the thought of someone hurting you. Not even blinking insultingly in your direction.

He sent you an icy, sharp, steady look. A clear warning for you to stop there any excuse you were about to give. To be careful with the next words you would say. You swallowed hard, looking away and getting up from the table. Slightly wobbly from the drink, you fished your coat from the chair next to you, giving a strained, apologetic smile to the guy you'd been flirting with so far.

“I better go home and call an uber and…” You started, but Kaz cut your sentence.

“I'll driver you.”

His tone exuded annoyance and impatience, giving no opening to any objections, demonstrating that he was in no mood for games. Much less defiance of his orders. You knew him too well to recognize that that night had pulled his nerves beyond what he could handle, the strain and irritation in his eyes told you something had happened beyond what you knew. His jaw, straight and strong as glass, was clenched tightly, his night-colored hair was disheveled in an overwhelmingly attractive way, and his black robes sinfully marred every line of his body.

You should have become wary of the dangerous energy that he exuded through every pore at that moment. However, to your inebriated and excited brain, Kaz Brekker has never looked so fucking hot! Your underbelly vibrated in response to the personification of sin that Kaz was, your heart racing at alarming levels as you followed him out, walking over to his car.

Like every piece of Brekker's clothing, his car was sleek black, with big black wheels, tinted glass and dark leather seats. Hades' chariot. You felt your breath catch when Kaz opened the passenger door for you, his eyes avoiding yours, his jaw still clenched and dangerous energy exhaling through every fiber of his tall, lean body.

Holy Mother of God, this man was a perdition!

Kaz contained an instinctive desire to go back inside and tell that aspiring Dande that you weren't available. Instead, he closed the door when you got in and turned around in the car, closing his own and squeezing the steering wheel harder than he would have liked.

Midnight height light streamed in through the darkened car windows and gently illuminated the curve of your cheek, highlighting your skin that Kaz might have named the color of the gods. So much attention was too seductive. Emotions and reactions still bubbled through each his vein like scandant water, mingling with months of frustrated desires and burning sexual tension.

At that moment, jealousy laced him. Mine. Amazing and at the same time propelled by dangerous strength, Kaz tried to trap that feeling back into the dungeon of his soul. He controlled his fury, yet he couldn't completely tame. Annoyance turned to anger. Starting driving the car forward, Kaz tried to think of anything but how you looked like the Goddess Aphrodite on that dark bench. Splendid as a heat ray in a winter day.

“Kaz…” You started, that gentle, repentant tone that stirred every spark in his soul.

He hated how his name on your lips sounded so sensual, so right and so delicious. He would give everything he had to hear you moan his name.

“Don't start” he warned, now not because of latent annoyance, but because he didn't know if he could stop himself if he heard your voice.

However, you didn't make things any easier for him.

"You don't have to be so angry." You go "I wasn't even using all my intellect on the game, I wasn't trying to win."

Kaz didn't even know if that was the core of the problem anymore. Was he angry that you went to a table where it was dangerous? Yes. But the waters were much deeper than that, much more dangerous. The way your smile, sweet and sensual, was directed at that guy, reeled in Kaz's mind, impregnated with the plague. He felt the blood burn in his veins just remembering how melted you looked for that man. And as much as he couldn't blame you, because you were free and single, the primal, irrational part of him screamed so much louder now.

Mine.

“This does not matter anymore.” It was the only thing he managed to say, the very sensations drowning him.

“And it wasn't even that dangerous.” But unlike him, you were obliterating the burning emotions that Kaz exuded. “There were only a few players drunker than a door, and Jesper was on my side, and also James, who was very charming and...”

Kaz almost lost direction, making the car bounce smoothly. He staked his eyes at you, puzzled and bubbling.

“James?”

“Yeah, the blond guy who…”

"I don't want to know, Y/n." He cut you off "I don't want to hear about the guys you allow to drool around you like mangy dogs."

The distilled rage was impossible to contain, and before Kaz knew it, the words were out. He turned forward again, his hands tighter on the steering wheel.

“Wait…” Your tone was slightly smug, and the way you rubbed one thigh against the other was impossible for Kaz to miss.

The grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“You are jealous?” Your intonation dropped to a low, sensual, provocative level.

Suddenly, Kaz's entire body became very aware of your body inches away. He could feel the heat that you radiated and the lyrical, sweet and sinful scent of your perfume flooded all his senses. The air grew thin, puffy and stuffy, and if it had been December cold outside, Kaz would still feel the height of summer in that car. Flashes of excitement and danger rippled through the car, and the brief silence grew even more charged with sexual tension and lustful anticipation that stirred every fiber of Kaz's being.

He made the mistake of looking at you again, and your softly mischievous smile that promised a lifetime of satisfied desires only served to incite his madness. Kaz had never understood how a man could want a woman so badly that he acted irrationally and carelessly. But now he understood. And when he realized you tried to stifle a sensual sigh from the way he was looking at you, his body won the fight against his mind and Kaz stopped abruptly the car at the red traffic light.

The sexual tension between you had become unbearable. In one moment, Kaz was fighting the series of overwhelming and disturbing emotions that dominated his entire being, and in the next moment, he had taken your mouth with his in a fiery, fierce, animal kiss. Stealing all the air from both of you, his thoughts, and his sanity.

He held your face firmly in his hands, his fingers going down to the strands of hair at the nape of your neck, turning everything into something more caustic and desperate. Yours hands went to his arms, moving up to his shoulders and cupping the sides of his neck, pulling him closer. Kaz's tongue inched into your mouth without waiting for permission, conquering and claiming every fiber of your body, of your soul, in a continued of kisses you couldn't tell where one ended and another began.

The moan of satisfaction you let out gave him a lust and desire unlike anything Brekker had ever felt. Like hot, addictive honey down in his throat. He was still gripped by jealousy, annoyance and possessiveness. With the desire for you pulsing in his body just like his heartbeat.

Kaz pulled back millimetrically, his blue eyes overshadowed by the heat of the moment, his lips red and swollen from the sinful kisses he gave you. At that moment, Kaz Brekker looked like an angry young God, and you've never felt more attracted to someone in your life than you are now.

You looked at him, panting and needy, wishing with all your might that he repeat the same actions. And you knew he realized that. Perfectly. You saw the spark of male satisfaction ignite in his eyes as he absorbed your desire. He was so close... so very close, and you couldn't stand the enormous anxiety for a caress, a kiss, anything.

His cocky smile intensified as you put more pressure in your touch his skin, your fingers trailing down his neck and back to his shoulders, silently pleading for him to do something with you. Anything he wanted.

Kaz lowered his one gloved hand to your jaw, thumb and forefinger squeezing your chin and making you look at him directly, you staring into the deep, shrewd blue of his eyes. He pulled you closer by the grip on your chin, the husky, erotic words hitting your lips like a promise of sin as he said:

“Maybe I should get you a collar so you don't forget who you belong to.”

It was impossible to control the loud, needy sigh that escaped, your center throbbing in despair and wetting the thin cloth of your panties. You wanted he to touch you more, pull your body against his until there was not a single sigh left, claim your soul and your body as his. You had parted your lips to say something, most likely a plea for him to continue, but the traffic light turned green and Kaz took his hands off you, straightening up on the bench and putting the car move.

In the absence of his warmth, his body, you felt cold, empty and frozen. As if Kaz were your sun and you were Icarus. Feeling the compulsion to need to get closer, complete its magnitude and bask in his rays. Every cell in your body begged for him, in needy and submissive requests, telling you to accept anything he told you, that he gave you, as long as it touched you.

“If I knew that to make you kiss me I would have to flirt with someone else, I would have done it a long time ago.” You teased, a satisfied, malicious smile on your lips.

Kaz looked at you in annoyance. In a clear warning that you should never more do that again.

"If you wanted me to kiss you like the brat you are, you just needed to have asked." He countered your game to the full.

"But if I want more than that?" But just as he knew how to play, so did you.

You swiped the tip of your tongue across your lips, kicking off your shoes and pulling your legs over the dashboard of the car, exposing your nearly bare thighs through the thin black fabric of your dress. Your actions instantly caught Kaz's eyes, and his grip on the steering wheel grew stronger and his breathing heavier.

The air inside the car became more ardent, burn, charged with eroticism and lust that left both of you breathless. An electrifying energy coursed through their bodies, as if they had been struck by a bolt of fire. You wanted him in a way you never thought you could want anyone.

Kaz took a deep breath, and looked at you with dangerous predator eyes as he said:

"If I have to pull over, you won't be able to walk for the next week."

The words made your body tremble. But if Kaz was trying to dissuade you, that was the last thing he should have told you. Instead of taming the fire inside you, it threw gasoline into the aggressive fire. You pressed your thighs together, your body sensitive to his words filled with burning promise.

In five minutes of insane courage, you took your feet off the dashboard, leaned toward Kaz, and brushed his neck with your lips. In slow, burning, hot kisses, you traced a path to the pulse in his neck, opening your lips slightly to brush your tongue over that pulse point.

“Please.” You beg.

Kaz's moan was low, but loud enough in your mind. You were being his undoing and you knew it. Suddenly, the car veered to the right and came to an abrupt stop. You would have lost your balance if Kaz's hands hadn't clung to your waist, pulling you in one movement to his left thigh, pressing your soaked core into the black fabric of his pants.

You gasped loudly, or he, or both. And in the next moment, his mouth was on yours again. The kiss was more aggressive, possessive, angry and ardent. Kaz kissed you as if he wanted to decree you his, proclaim his possession. You didn't see when he removed his gloves, but the touch of his skin with on your thighs was all you could think of.

“Kaz…” You moaned into his mouth, and the grip on your thighs moved up to your hip, digging his fingers into your thin dress-covered skin with such force it was sure to leave marks tomorrow. "Please."

You knew what you were begging for, but the moment Kaz forced your waist to move against his thigh, rubbing your pulsing core against his thigh, you forgot even your own name. And Kaz knew it. Then, like dominant man who wanted to see you surrendered to him that he was, his mouth went to your ear as he whispered:

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Kaz wiggled his thigh against you, making your clit roll against the soggy fabric of your panties.

You moaned loudly, your hands tightening on his shirt, your face hiding in his chest as an overwhelming, aching pleasure invaded your system. It felt good, but unbearable for being so little, churning something in your belly that made you despair for more.

"Y-yes." You whimpered, rolling your hips on his thigh.

Kaz's bare hand crept up the slit between your thighs, your dress already balled up at the top of your waist, and dipped his fingers into the juncture of your pussy and his thigh, pulling your panties to the side and making you feel the fabric of his dark pants against your wet, hot flesh. You moaned louder, your grip on his shirt tighter and your hips rocked harder for have any friction.

“Do you want me to fuck you like the little slut you are? Is that what you've wanted all this time?” His words, husky and strong, in that intense, dominant intonation, sent all your self-control to hell.

"Yes." You sobbed. “I-I need you."

But his hand in your panties went up to your chin, and he forced you to look him in the eye once more. The electric intensity of that look turned you on even more, making you gasp as his thigh still rocked against your throbbing clit.

“After that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy” It was very hard to think with all the stimuli he was giving you, but the thunderous blue eyes warned you to pay attention to his words “Do you think you deserve me to fuck you?”

His gaze invaded you so deep and so warm and intense that you wondered if he was trying to leave a burning imprint on your soul. All over your body, overwhelming desires resonated, and you gave in to the compulsion to roll his thigh further, whimpering from the pressure on your clit.

"I'm s-so sorry." You whimpered, eyes pleading with he "It won't happen again."

"Won't happen what?" He tightened his grip on your chin, not painfully, but firmly to get your attention.

"It won't happen again, Sir."

The reward for your obedience came in an aggressive, hungry kiss, his hand in your chin dropping for your hip and wiggle his thigh at your needy pussy.

"Do you want to cum?" He teased you.

"Yes, S-sir."

"The only way you're getting off is on my thigh."

Then, as if to reiterate his statement, his mouth clutte to yours once more, his thigh swayed with more vigor and his bare hands moved up to the neckline of your dress.

His warm palms and long fingers lowered the straps of your dress and released your braless breasts, your nipples hard with pleasure and your breasts swollen with arousal.

Your moan was muffled by Kaz's, and he just released your mouth to lower his lips to your left breast, capturing the innocent nipple with his mouth and rolling his tongue across your flesh. You moaned louder, your waist twisting desperately against his thigh as your hands tangled in the strands of his black hair.

Kaz delighted in every inch of you, his hands going back to your waist as his mouth attacked your other breast, leaving a trail of hot saliva on his tight, needy nipples. Brekker was consumed by a fierce hunger and need, so overpowering that he pressed his fingers to your skin as if you were his last meal. He'd wanted for so long to do all that, to dive into your body like a starving man, savoring every inch of your warm skin.

Letting out a loud, delighted moan, Kaz increased his thigh movements as he suckled on your nipple, feeling flung to hell heaven as you squealed softly and collapsed onto his thigh, smearing his black fabric with your hot cum. But Kaz couldn't care less about the fucking pants. His cock hard and rigid as a sword hilt throbbed desperately, commanding him to sink into the heat of your slippery walls.

"This is much better than I dreamin." You whimpered softly, your face still buried in his neck, your waist wiggling slyly in his thigh.

"Do you think of me when you touch yourself?" He teased you, taking his hands to your panties away from the center of your pussy and pulling them between your legs, tucking them in his pants pocket.

You nodded, your mouth dipping into his neck in broken kisses as your hands went to his pants belt, trying to get rid of any barrier between the two of you as quickly as possible.

"Please, please." You begged, flustered as Kaz stopped your hip movements with his hands "I need to feel you inside me."

Your plea was sated with an arrogant kiss as Kaz reached for his pants, pulling the fabric of the boxer together and letting pop out his dick throbbing, pulsing and his swollen head, brushing in your pussy with lazy strides.

"S-sir!" You cried, trying to earn more.

"Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you."

The strong, long arm wrapped around your waist, pressing your chest against his chest as Kaz guided his dick to the entrance to your pussy, with one hand. He play whit you, pressing his head into your entrance just enough to make you feel the pressure, recoiling when you swayed frantically for more. The painful pleasure sent tears to your eyes, and you sobbed loudly as you were just toy in his hands.

A few hot tears ran down your face as you whimpered, helpless in his arms to get what you wanted.

"You know, you look real pretty when you cry." Kaz pressed his mouth to yours.

In that second, he completely sank his dick into you, swallowing your loud scream as the thickness of it widened you and hit the bottom of the well. The grip of his arm around you tightened, and Kaz lifted you and brought you let down badly, drown his dick even more deeply inside your hot, wet, desperate walls.

"S-sir!" You moaned loudly, his mouth leaving yours, but not pulling away enough and letting you feel his hard breath hit your lips.

You followed his thrusts, bouncing your waist up and down hard and letting his dick beat frantically inside you, robbing you of your breath and your ability to think. Your moans mingled with his, the pornographic sounds of their bodies crashing together were loud and you thanked God the car windows were black and the street was deserted.

"So fucking good slut!" Kaz growled against your lips, one hand leaving your body to snake down to your throat, maintaining a firm, dominant grip.

You moaned his name and his title between loud moans and broken sobs. Yours hands closed around the shirt off his shoulders and the waist shimmied between the thrusts, making sure his dick was completely inside you.

“You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat!” Kaz tightened his grip on yoir neck, watching you tilt your head back and expose your entire body to the delight of his eyes.

He growled louder, spurred on by that sinful sight, and increased the rhythm that pounded inside you, filling every inch of you and sinking down as anatomically as possible. Kaz felt possessed by a wild beast, insatiable and euphoric, and each thrust he gave you was more force he inflicted on you, marking you as his.

Kaz pulled your neck to him, pressing your mouth to his as he growled against your lips: “Mine.”

You nodded frantically, the apex bursting in a burst of pleasure as his dick came out and sank in hard, desperate, urgent strokes.

“Yours”

You promised, kissing him urgently and swallowing a low cry as his dick shuddered inside you, flooding you with the hot liquid until your walls overflowed, giving you a feeling of being incredibly full. You whimpered into his mouth, exchanging a sloppy kiss as Kaz gave you a few more thrusts, making sure his cum would fill your every inch, not letting you dare waste a drop.

“Mine” he repeated through the kiss.

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SYNOPSIS | having your virgin cunt slutted out on an examination chair by a hot ass doctor is something straight out of a porno—expect it’s way better.

CONTENT | medical kink, corruption, innocence, virginity loss, dubcon, blood kink, degradation, squirting, praise, humiliation, virginity test, unethical as humanly possible.

FEATURING | eren jaeger

WORD COUNT | 2.8k

growing up in a religiously conservative household with parents that rebuked the concept of sex meant that one thing was routine; a yearly check up to ensure that you weren't going against their wishes.

this year things were different. you were sent off on your own to a new clinic. although you turned eighteen months ago and could easily say no, you felt the compelling need to obey your parents. after all, you still lived under their roof.

the fact that you were growing older and independent made them more desperate to keep you as ‘pure’ as possible. they were eager to banish the filth of sex and sin that could potentially manifest within you.

a part of you hated it but the other part of you understood because you were their only daughter. their obsession went as far as homeschooling you during your high school years.

unlike all past visits, this time you were greeted by a male doctor—a rather handsome and young one at that. his emerald eyes glistened a certain darkness but his gleaming smile eluded nothing but brightness. you could feel the sweat eagerly itch in your palms when the man first entered the room.

you impatiently pat your damp hands gently onto the patient gown you had changed into minutes ago.

“no need to be so nervous, i don’t bite,” he lightheartedly chuckles while settling down onto the rolling chair. his smooth words were quick to snap you from your frantic state as he rolls closer to you on his chair. “our female doctor is out on emergency, i hope you don’t mind.”

you didn’t mind but him being an arm length away sent your heart pulsating in your chest. you could smell the faint, musky aroma of his cologne dangling in the air around him. the small whispers of his earthy shampoo filled your nostrils. even the drabbles of his scent rushes a heat of nervousness through your body.

you hadn’t been like this with past doctors. was it because he was young? or attractive? or a man? the only men you grew up around was your father and older brother so interactions with other males were quite limited and overwhelming.

you can’t control the nervousness that roots in your stomach—the tension filling your abdomen with a foreign feeling.

your eyes can’t help but stay glued to the floor as you play with the hem of your gown. the room blankets in a still silence. you can feel your heart rapidly beating in your ears and pounding against your ribs as you anticipate his next words.

“i see that you’re here for a virginity test,” he murmurs while writing on the clipboard that he grips in his hand. you trace your eyes from the floor to his eyes and you’re taken aback by how intensely he is staring at you. you slightly turn your head away from him and nod in confirmation.

“i’m gonna need you to use your words.”

the tone in his sentence was extremely variant from the kind voice he was speaking in seconds ago. his words were now coated in a husky, dark tone that brought a chill to your spine. it was the same looming darkness that made your heart race when you first saw him. it was enticing and enchanting. an unfamiliar sensation swells in your core as you slightly squirm on the chair.

“yes, my parents are a bit…hysteric,” you whisper in an attempt to explain your situation to him. you were afraid he would judge you for being a virgin when kids your age were out indulging in sex.

“there’s no need to explain yourself to me,” he reassures in a smile as he settles the clipboard on the side of the table and rests a hand on your bare thigh. your breath is caught in your lungs by his sudden touch. the touch was filled with anything but innocence. but how could you be aware of his dark intentions? “i’ll take good care of you, hm?”

you softly nibble on your bottom lip before nodding your head. his blazing touch is soon gone as the rushing of water echos through the room. you intently watch as he washes his hands and snaps on a fresh pair of latex gloves. the thumping of your heart increases by each step he takes closer to you.

maybe the leering darkness in his eyes and tone was a mistake on your behalf. he was nice enough to tell you that he’d take good care of you.

“lay back on the chair for me,” he requests as he rolls closer on his seat. your heart feels like exploding out of your chest as you cave into his request. you’re once again meet with the ceiling of the examination room that you were accustomed to for the past two years.

your eyes tightly screw shut as he props your legs up on the leg rests. your feel yourself flinch at the sensation of cool air coating your cunt as your gown rises. a heat burns in your face as you become aware that you were on display to him. you had done this before but something about this time just feels so different.

eren himself couldn’t hold himself back when granted the sight of your wetness. something about an innocent virgin opening her legs to him had his mind running in circles. the persistent urge to corrupt you and drag you into his darkness rushes through his veins. the need to tease you and use you until you begged crying for mercy was slowly overpowering him.

“i see something has excited you,” he leers as a single gloved digit runs up your folds—familiarizing himself with your cunt. he nearly chuckled at how erect your clit had gotten in that short time amount of time. the atmosphere of the room goes heavy—this was anything but a normal examination.

his eyes grow darker as he parts your puffy lips and observes how your virgin holes twitches at the sudden rush of cold air. a small whimper falls from your lips at the cool feeling of his latex gloves. “i doubt you’re a virgin seeing how wet you are.”

it felt different, it didn’t feel like a conversation that should be taking place between a doctor and his patient. but the thing is, you never saw him as a doctor to begin with—you saw him as an attractive male. and he for sure didn’t see you as a patient but more as a little hole to experiment with.

“i’m gonna make you a little more wet so i can slide my fingers in to check, okay?” he hums spreading your folds and enjoying the glistening secretions that coated it. he planned to tease you and arouse you to the point you couldn’t help but beg for him to touch you more.

the lustful whimpers that fall from your lips made his pants grow tighter. he couldn’t wait to stretch out your tight, little cunt. to watch the impure blood drip as he took every last bit of innocence you possessed.

your hips twitch at a foreign yet pleasurable sensation as he leads up your folds—fondling with the small and sensitive flesh. it was a sensation that made you feel like your lungs would give out. the strange feeling made something tighten in your abdomen as your body naturally stiffened. it hadn’t gone like this with other doctors.

eren enjoyed it, watching you confuse over what he was doing to your body. your innocence and neediness only compelling him more. he took pleasure in you trembling under his light touch. he knew by stimulating your clit that he’d make your hornier and in need for more of him.

“f..feels weird,” you finally manage to stutter out. your mind feels more distant than usual as you are unable to focus on anything except this new pleasure. a pleasure that you didn’t want to let go of—that you wanted to experience over and over again.

“that’s normal, i’m just prepping you a bit,” he hushes in a voice dripping in lust. his eyes had grown darker and pupils far more dilated than earlier. strands of hair splayed on his face as your pants intensified.

there was just something so concupiscent about having him between your legs. every inch of your body desired and cried for him. you wanted more. it was becoming harder by the second to suppress the embarrassing whines that fell from your lips.

a hidden, dark smirk paints his face the more wetter you grow from his touch. his fingers were gone from your source of pleasure and were now rimming around your entrance. you shiver a bit at the coldness of the glove.

this was the part of the exam you were familiar with. the part where two fingers want up your vagina to observe if any vaginal penetration had taken place. something felt different when he first entered, his fingers were more exploring than observing.

a shameless moan echos through the room when he presses against something inside you that created an equally pleasurable sensation as earlier. “you’re not the good girl i thought you were, are you?”

whatever words came from his mouth didn’t make it past your ears. your hips jolt forward wanting his fingers to press against that same spot again. formulation of words is a lost possibility as you attempt to defend yourself.

“i a…am! i am a good girl,” you finally moan out in defense of yourself. you truly were. you had no idea why your body was reacting like this now when it hadn’t during past exams. “it’s you who’s making me feel weird.”

a simple, sneerful scuff is his response as your hips involuntarily move against his fingers. your trembling under his touch comes to halt when his fingers slide out of your cunt. your mind feels dazed at what just happened. you didn’t know what it was but you needed more. the boiling sensation arising in your stomach building up to something simply vanished.

so blindly driven by pleasure, you find yourself stopping the man in his tracks by gripping onto his coat sleeve. you slightly sit up with eyes dawning thick tears. the look of ruin on your face automatically rushing blood to his nether regions. eren’s face looked the opposite of you; cool, calm, collected but little did you know that the facade was falling apart.

“m…more, please,” you practically beg as your face grows hotter than before. the innocent pleading promptly causes eren to smirk.

“i’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

the frustration of his teasing makes you nibble at your bottom lip. he knew what you wanted and he wanted you to say it—to beg for it. but you, yourself were far to embarrassed to allow the words to dare slip past your quivering lips. you pull his hand closer by the grip on his sleeve and grasp onto his wrist before guiding him to your soaking cunt.

“more of this,” you whimper as you faintly move his hands over your arousal—the touch barely causing you an pleasure. the action to him was far more convincing than words could ever be. he was further satisfied than ever having you under his clutch from just a little teasing.

his white coat falls to the floor as he inches closer to you. the dark tone and alluding smirk were back into play as he snaps his latex gloves off. his callous finger drags up your core as he places a teasing tap on your clit. “i’m gonna fuck you and turn you into my pretty, little whore.”

you feel your cunt twitch at the words dripping in lust. a gasp falls from your lips as his fingers stuff your cunt again, this time much harsher than earlier. “you’re telling me you weren’t begging me to fuck you when you were sitting here all wet and whiny, hm?”

“n…no, want you to fuck me,” you whisper as his middle and ring finger drive into your sweet spot. the word fuck felt so foreign to your tongue—so vile and dirty. filthy enough for you to forget the entire reason you came in the first place.

you can feel the familiar build up of tension accelerating in your abdomen.

“i..i want it,” you moan, mind blurred by the pleasure of his fingers plunging into your walls. your nails dig into the leather of the seat as you feel a wet sensation licking at you. your breath catches in your lungs as you look down to see the sight of his face buried between your thighs and mercilessly licking at your cunt.

“n…no, it’s dirty,” you stammer as your fingers tangle in his hair. your failed attempt barely hinders his lapping at your clit.

“if only you know how sweet you taste,” he moans into your cunt. the vibrations of his words only amplifying the pleasure. your body tenses as a heat surges through your skin. your mind goes blank and moans grow loud as a warm liquid rushes down your thighs.

tears brink in your eyes at the relentless pounding of his fingers into you even after climaxing. the overstimulation enough to leave your legs trembling.

“fuck,” he grunts at your ruined sight. he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. the tightening in his pants was unbearable at this point. he was more than eager to stretch out your tiny cunt and leave you a whining mess.

“what do you want?” he whispers as he begins to bring your legs down from the rests. your mind was still foggy from your first orgasm. all you knew was that you wanted to feel more of that burning pleasure.

“i want you to make me feel good here,” you pant as you run your fingers up your wetness. the reply flourishes a smile of pride on his face—like he had successfully accomplished something.

“c'mere, i’ll make you feel good.”

with weak knees and a slipping gown you fall into his lap—straddling him. your arms wrap around his neck as you eagerly rut yourself against him. a smirk paints his face as he watches you innocently rub against his bulge looking for some sort of satisfaction.

“you learn fast, don’t you? already a fucking whore,” he chuckles while gripping your cheeks. your face heats in embarrassment at the degrading words. his grip on your hips brings your movements to a complete halt. his hands hook under your thighs as he places you on the examination chair.

“i can’t hold myself back any more.”

his hands lead down to quickly undo the string to his scrubs. your eyes slightly widening at his size. was it even going to fit?

“it’s not gonna fit,” you murmur in concern while chewing on your bottom lip. his hand rests under your chin as your eyes meet his.

“i’ll make it fit.”

the same cunning tone of darkness persistent in his words.

a sharp breath fills your lungs as a burning sensation consumes your lower half. your whimpers of pain are silenced by his lips as his tongue slides into your mouth. his hand drags down to your clit and draw circles in an attempt to relieve you.

“shhhh, you’re doing such a good job,” he whispers against your lips as you feel him pressing against your sweet spot. fake words of comfort for him to just use you to suit his needs. a darkness glistens in his eyes as he takes in the sight of your tight cunt clenching around him dripping in blood.

the gentleness of his thrusts are soon gone and are replaced with something much harder and rougher. the hands that once caressed your cheeks earlier telling you that you were doing good were now wrapped around your throat.

“i told you to shut up, didn’t i? at this point everyones going to hear what a whore you are.”

his harsh words only turn you on more as the sweat of his skin sticks against yours. the feeling of pleasure rained over you as you came around him from overstimulation—your body daring to give out at any second.

your mind feels murky as all you can manage to do is rut your hips against his chasing another high. your body falls limb against the cool leather as the warmth of his seed fills you.

he was proud of the ruined mess he left you in. your cunt dripping the mixture of his cum and your blood. your body coated in sweat. your cheeks stained in tears and your lips puffy from all his bites.

he had completely demolished the image of innocence that bloomed from you when you first walked in. he had marked you with his darkness. he knew you were bound to come back for more. after all—they all do.

“i look forward to our next appointment.”

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sugawarassoulmate · 2 years

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dyin at the no nut november asks,,, but,,, suga who has impeccable self control 🥴 and who edges you all of november bc if he can't nut u can't either but he wants his baby to feel good 🥴

i love him sm

words: 533

cw: fem!reader, orgasm denial, oral (f receiving), fingering, crying, minors dni

okkkk so i’ve always hc that suga has really high stamina yeah?

so therefore…..my boy would survive no nut november with no problem

he could be nice and help you get off but that’s no fun

nah suga wants to be chaotic™ and make you suffer

if he can’t cum, neither can you. but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t mess with you lmao

suga just really likes the feel of you on his tongue and fingers :/

all he wants is to have his head between your thighs all the time and feel your juices run down his hand :(

but as soon as he feels you’re about to cum, he’ll stop bc he doesn’t want you to lose!

and when you’re kicking and crying bc you just want to cum, he’ll cradle your pretty face in his hands and calm you down

“but, baby…” he coos in pattern with your whines. “you know you can’t cum, don’t get upset”

and, with cute lil tears in your eyes, you ask him why he keeps edging you...why is he being so mean?

but suga hums and gives you a sweet kiss “because i like making you feel good, baby,” he says, mouth against yours. “you just feel so good around my fingers, i can’t help myself.”

it wasn’t fair.

why did the universe bless him with those beautiful eyes that are hard to say no to? or that cursed stamina that keeps him going for ages. more importantly…..why was he given that tongue that topples you over the edge time and time again?

suga’s head was in its rightful place between your legs, lapping at your cunt without a care in the world, his fingers circling your clit purely because he loved the noises you made. the bottom half of his face is soaked, drenched in your essence because he refuses to pull away except when you’re about to cum.

all you want is to grind on his face, to ride that sinful tongue until you’re seeing stars but your boyfriend slaps your thigh every time you try.

“kou, please, please, please,” you know it’s useless. nothing you say will make him give in. it doesn’t matter that you’re actually crying fat tears, your legs kicking out underneath you. suga won’t stop until you’re completely exhausted and you still have a lot of fight left in you.

suga takes a second to breathe, the fat of his cheek smushed against your thigh as he looks up at you, his fingers never take a second to stop. “you’re so pretty, so fucking pretty. look how you’re dripping all over me,” he rambles, in awe of the mess you’re becoming. “miss being inside that pretty pussy.”

his fingers keep working inside your cunt, teasing those bundle of nerves until you can feel your release building again. you try to stop it, but suga’s hands never give you a break. for a fleeting moment, you’re in ecstasy and you’re dumb enough to think you’ll actually get to cum.

but just like every other time, suga pulls away, ripping any hope of pleasure.

“i’m sorry, baby,” but the smile on his face tells you it’s a lie.

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zodiakuroo · 3 years

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Love Thy Brother

Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Reader

Content: 18+ dubcon/noncon, dabi’s canononical dick piercings manhandling, rough sex, corruption, degradation, humiliation, manipulation, blackmail, spit, stepcest, loss of virginity, dacryphilia, mentioned breeding, blasphemy and sacrilege : 3

Word count: 4.1k

Notes: secured my spot in hell with this one for sure anyways touya-nii go brrrrr

part 2 here!

But he that hates his brother is in darkness, and walks in darkness, and knows not whither he goes, because that darkness hath blinded his eyes. – 1 John 2:11

Gaining 4 new siblings as a young adult is not something anyone expects, you think, but you’re grateful to have been accepted into Enji Todoroki’s family nonetheless.

Fuyumi was the big sister you always wanted, kind and nurturing, always happy to let you borrow her clothes and give you advice. You and Natsuo the closest in age. He was warm and friendly and while he teased you a lot it was never mean spirited, just the kind that was typical between siblings. Shoto was quiet in nature and though it took him more time than the rest to warm up to you, eventually you two became friends as well.

And there was Touya…..

Well, Dabi as he prefers to be called.

When you first met him, you were terrified, the shock of seeing him made you hide behind your mother instinctively. The Todoroki clan looked every bit the perfect suburban family except for Dabi. He had his hair dyed jet black, with seemingly more tattoos than clean skin. He had several cartilage piercings in his ears as well as three small studs in his nostril and a barbell through his eyebrow. He scoffed at your scared reaction, sticking out his tongue to show you the silver ball on its surface and sending a wink your way.

Admittedly, felt guilty for judging Dabi based on his appearance, but you would soon come to find that sometimes it’s better to trust your judgement.

At first, Dabi ignored you, acted as if you didn’t exist. And the times when he was forced to acknowledge your presence in his family he acted as though you were nothing more than a nuisance. You thought that you might have offended him somehow but Fuyumi assured you that Dabi was just like that and that you shouldn’t take it personally. “He just needs to get to know you.” She said.

She was wrong though. Dabi couldn’t stand you.

Everything about you infuriates him. Prancing around in those frumpy sweaters and modest skirts like anyone would bother to lewd you anyways. Lest they attempt, you wear that gold cross necklace everywhere you like a big old “PROPERTY OF JESUS” tag. Your insistence to say a prayer every time the family dog so much as farts. The way his entire family seems to be enamored by your church girl act. Perhaps what he hates most is the way you look at him, poor delinquent Dabi, like you’re so much better than him. Sanctimonious bitch.

Then he noticed how you were with Natsuo. How you would pout and whine when he teased you and sometimes, to everyone’s shock and amusement, banter back and forth with him. Let’s be clear here, he didn’t care about you. He cared about attention. You were giving too much of your attention to his younger brother and that just wouldn’t do.

Pretty soon, Touya was in on the teasing. He started out by making fun of you for being so conservative. Low-hanging fruit. You’ve heard it all before so it didn’t wrench much of a reaction for you but that just made him more determined. Sometimes it got downright mean, earning him a scolding from Fuyumi. Not that he would listen anyways

Then it got physical. It started innocently enough, Dabi would tug on your hair, snatch food out of your hands, kick you underneath the dinner table. Albeit childish, it was incredibly annoying. You would shriek and yell for him to cut it out and after finally getting the desired reaction from you, he became hungry for more.

So he started taking more risks. When you were in the kitchen alone Dabi would brush his hand under your skirt making you squeal. That progressed to him flicking up your skirt to catch a glimpse of your panties which progressed to him spanking you so hard, you’d think of him every time you sat down for the rest of the day.

On the days when he was in a good mood (read: stoned out of his mind), he would pull you into his lap and hold you there, blowing smoke in your face that made you cough so that he could laugh. Sometimes he would let his hands wander, over your chest and between your thighs while you squirm in his hold. He’d say “Anyone ever touch you like this? I hope not, I’m sure it would piss off Jesus”

As if the touching wasn’t invasive enough, Dabi felt he was entitled to your room and personal artifacts. Often you’d come back from campus or church to find the contents of your underwear drawer spilled on the floor. You would notice a pair or two missing when you packed them back.

One time he vandalised your bible with drawings of penises on every single page.

“D’ya like my artwork princess?” he said when you confronted him. In a fit of rage, threw the book at his head. You missed (unfortunately) making him like laugh. “Surely there’s something condemning violence in that book of yours.”

You tried locking him out of your room but all that did was make him angrier. He threated to break your door clean off its hinges if you did it again.

Which brings you to your current predicament.

It had been a long day. You woke up late landing you in trouble with your manager. Your coworker fell ill and you had to cover a double shift, with no shortage of asshole customers on this particular day it seems. On top of all that, you just got stood up for date. You come home to a quiet house and you’re so grateful for this small blessing on a day like this. After a long, scalding hot shower, you lie on your bed wrapped in a fluffy, white towel, contemplating your next move.

You were home alone and with a family this big that hardly ever happens. You do what any person would do after having the day you had.

You smile to yourself, undoing the knot on your towel and falling back onto your pillows, hands already caressing your breasts.

You’re a Christian not a robot. Of course you masturbate. Sure you feel ashamed. You can hear your mother’s voice chide about how sinful it is but that all melts away when your little fingers slide between your wet folds. Shame can wait.

Being the menace in your life that he is, the eldest Todoroki chose that exact moment to barge into your room unannounced.

You scramble for your covers trying your best to preserve some modesty but it’s too late, you’ve been caught. You shriek in terror.

“Oh my god!” Dabi practically cackles.

“Dabi! It’s not what it looks like I swear.”

“Oh really?” He stalks over to your bed with the predatory grin on his face. “Because to me it looks like my innocent, holier than though baby sister is a nasty, little, closet pervert.” He’s now straddling you over your covers, you want to fight him off but that would mean letting go over your duvet and you know once you do that, it’s over. Dabi has the upper hand though. Soon he’s got both of your wrists in one of his hands, pinned above your head. His other hand, almost immediately, is pulling the down the covers, revealing your naked torso to him. “Huh.’ He muses as he palms one of your breasts. “Seems like it’s exactly what it looks like.”

“Dabi! Get off me!” You squirm under him but he’s too heavy so it’s no use.

“Nice tits Sis.” Dabi ignores your protests. “I don’t get why you keep them hidden.”

“I’m not your sister you creep!” you say with as much venom as you can muster.

“Aw princess,” he pouts and moves his hand up to cup your jaw, squeezing your cheeks harshly “it hurts your Nii-san’s feelings when you talk to him like that. I wonder what our parents would think. Should I tell them how filthy their sweet, little daughter really is?”

He revels in the fear in your eyes. You shake your head frantically. “No Dabi please! Please don’t tell them.” You whimper, words garbled.

“Don’t tell them what little sister? What were you doing?�� He smirks. His hand goes back to your breast, this time to tweak your nipple.

The sadistic freak. Was he really going to make you say it? He answers your silent question with a sharp smack to your breast.

“I-I was masturbating.” You mumble, squeezing your eyes shut, cheeks burning from embarrassment.

“No, you weren’t” he says as a matter of fact before pinching your already stiff nipple making your eyes shoot open and you yelp in pain. “You were playing with your little virgin cunt. Now say it.”

There is no way you could say those words. Has he not humiliated you enough? You try once again to break free but he’s got an iron grip on your wrists and he’s sitting on top of your thighs. There’s no way you’re getting out of this.

He pinches you again but harder this time, twisting your nipple and keeping it there.

“I was ah I was playing with my v-v-irgin c- Dabi! Cunt! There I said it! Let go!”

He snickers at your pain but let’s go of you entirely, shifting his weight off of you. You’re grateful for the reprieve, immediately pulling up the covers to cover up your body again. You will yourself not to cry until Dabi has left the room or else you’ll never hear the end of it. But he’s not finished with you yet.

“Show me.” He sits down on your desk chair facing you, his legs spread wide.

“What?” Surely you misheard him.

“Show your Nii-san how you play with that ‘little virgin cunt’” He smiles using air quotations.

“Dabi, this is wrong-“ you whimper

“Touya-nii.” You furrow your brows in confusion and he says again. “Call me Touya-nii. I’m not leaving this room until I see what I want.”

Say what you want about Dabi but he’s a man of his word. You know he means what he says. The last thing you want is for anyone in your family to come home and find you naked in your room with your step-brother. It’s just better to do what he asks demands.

You slowly peel the covers off you, exposing your naked body to your step brother. He’s eyeing you intently, palming the growing bulge under his jeans. His sister was hiding such a hot little body, right under his roof and he had no idea. You can’t bear to look at him. You clamp your thighs shut to hide your pussy from him, a weak attempt to save what’s left of your dignity. You wriggle your hand in between your legs and you try to move it as best you can without showing him more of you.

Wait.

You’re wet?

You’re wet.

Well screw dignity I guess.

“Oh none of that.” Touya scoffs. “Spread your legs.”

You obey him and he rewards you with a low whistle. “What a cute little pussy.” He murmurs so low you’re not even sure he’s talking to you. You flinch, wanting to close your legs on instinct but a firm “Don’t” from Dabi stops you in your tracks. “Show me how my little sister likes to play.”

His words make your pussy throb but you’re still reeling, both physically and mentally at, the shock from your current position so when your fingers try to rub circles on your clit, they’re shaky and sloppy.

“That’s pathetic. Is this how you do it? No wonder you’re so uptight, you probably never cum huh? Put your fingers inside, I wanna see you stretch your little hole.”

“Dabi I-“

“I won’t ask you to address me properly again. Next time, you’re getting your ass beat.”

“T-Touya-nii. I’ve never… put them inside.” You mumble.

“Never?” He can’t hide the amusement in his voice.

You simply shake your head, unable to meet his gaze.

Fucking jackpot. He thinks. This is why he loves virgins.

“Oh no. Does the poor baby want her Nii-san to show her how it’s done?” voice dripping with condescension.

You’re horribly ashamed. Disgusted by the whole situation. And yet you find yourself nodding.

Dabi crawls on to your bed, discarding his shirt in the process. Next thing he has you flipped over, ass in the air, lying across his lap.

He spanks you, hard. Like he always does, loud smack echoing through the room. You cry out like you always do but it’s different this time. It’s different because this time you’re naked, on top of him. It’s different because you can feel his hard-on poking into your stomach. It’s different because everything about the situation is making you clench.

He grips the sore, reddened flesh and pulls apart your cheeks to look right at your fluttering hole. His thumb finds your clit and he starts to rub slow circles into it. “I meant what said you know. This is the prettiest fucking cunt I’ve ever seen.” You let out a whine as you feel his warm, wet spit land right on your opening, before Touya slides a long, slender middle finger into your tight pussy. He uses his other hand to hit you again. “You’re a good girl right? What do good girl’s say when they get compliments?”

Your head is spinning from his ministrations, so much so that a verbal response escapes you. You’re too busy bucking your hips against his hand. Dabi snaps you out of your trance with another spank, even harder, so your feel the sting spread across your glute. “Hnnghh… thank you Touya-nii.” He rewards you with his ring finger finding its way inside you as well. “Shit.” You say through gritted teeth. You clench around him trying to adjust to the foreign sensation.

Whack. This time on the other cheek, both burning red by now, you’re sure. “Where’d you learn to talk like that, naughty girl?” The way he’s moving his fingers inside you feels like he’s looking for something, you have no idea what. It’s not unpleasant but uncomfortable. You turn your head back to look at his face. It’s the same face he makes when he’s rolling a joint or playing video games with his friends. He’s concentrating. “Fuck, relax for me princess.” You’re trying. You’re really trying. You take a deep breath, trying to think about anything other than the way you’re being stretched.

Then it hits you. An overwhelming ecstasy, spreading from your groin, all the way down to your toes. You figure out that’s what he’s been looking for.

You find yourself grinding down onto his bulge in an attempt to escape the onslaught of his fingers, but it’s no use, not with the way his thumb is circling your throbbing clit.

“Can’t even take two fingers in this tiny pussy huh? How are you gonna take my cock?” Dabi gives you a third finger and the stretch is officially unbearable.

You can’t do anything but pant in his lap while he holds you down, making sure that you keep still. Suddenly, you realise the gravity of the circumstances you find yourself in. Your step brother is going to fuck you and there’s nothing you can do about it.

“God, please slow down!” You cry out. He keeps hitting that spot over and over. It’s too much. You look back at him with tears in your eyes, pleading for reprieve. The satisfied smile on his face lets you know that he couldn’t care less. You feel an orgasm building, stronger than any that you’ve given yourself.

“No God here, doll. Just the Almighty Dabi. And guess what? He wants you to come for him.”

Even before he finishes his sentence, you’re already convulsing on top of him. For a moment you forget how debauched the situation is. Being debased by a man who you not only despise but are related to. All feelings of shame are replaced by pure, hot bliss that sets your nerves on fire. Dabi does not relent. Not until the please you feel is eclipsed by the pain of oversensitivity and you’re writhing in futile attempt to escape.

Dabi pulls his fingers out of you and wraps his other hand around your neck, dragging you up to face him. He holds his fingers, covered in your cream, right in front of your face. “Messy slut. Clean them.”

Before you can respond the fingers press against your lips. You have no choice but to take them inside your mouth. He grips the back of your head while you lave your tongue over his fingers, sucking off your release. He’s keeps a tension on your strands that makes your scalp sting. It’s a silent warning to keep your eyes on him. You’ve caught on by now that he wants this to be as humiliating as possible for you. As if coming on your step-brother’s fingers weren’t humiliating enough. He shoves his fingers deeper, making you gag around them drool seeping from the corner of your mouth.

“Good girl.” He growls as he wipes his saliva covered fingers dry on your face. Again, you fight back the tears of embarrassment. You won’t give him the satisfaction.

Dabi prompts you with cruel tug on your hair. “Gah! Th-thank you Touya-nii.” You whimper.

“Hmm.” His hands move to your hips and he rolls his hips to grind his hard cock into your core. “You want Nii-san to fuck you now?”

Your bottom lip quivers. Is he giving you an out? You pray to God that Dabi is giving you a way out of this. You doubt God cares about what you want right now but still, you hope he can grant you this one mercy, you’ll make it up to him somehow. You shake your head no. You probably look so pitiful right now, naked on top of Touya while he bucks up against you, your own spit streaked across your face, barely stopping the tears in your eyes from spilling.

“Liar.” He sneers. “You want your big brother to split that virgin hole right open.”

You’re stupid for thinking he would give you a way out. You realise that now. No point in trying not to cry. Nothing is gonna stop him from getting what he wants anyway. You can’t hold back the choked sobs anymore

“Such pretty tears, baby.” Dabi coos at you. “Don’t worry. Nii-san is gonna give you exactly what you want.”

He picks you up off of him and positions you exactly how he wants, on all fours, swollen cunt exposed for him. He kneels behind you and you hear the sounds of him undoing his jeans. You turn your head back, curiosity getting the better of you. Your eyes find Dabi just in time to see him free himself from his boxers, which join his jeans bunched at is knees. The sight makes your eyes go wide. It’s your first time seeing one in real life. Were they supposed to be that big? And… pierced?

He quirks a brow at you, smug look plastered on his face. He strokes himself in front of you, spreading his pre-cum along his shaft. He’s tilts it upwards to make sure you get a good look at the vertical barbell that goes through his tip and three horizontal, parallel bars along the underside. “You look scared. Don’t worry princess, Big brother Dabi’s gonna make it fit.” You feel his tip press against your opening and brace yourself.

You’ve heard stories from your friends. You know the first time hurts but God nothing could have prepared you for this .Touya makes good on his word, sliding his entirely until your pressed right against his pelvis. The scream you let out is ear shattering but you can’t help it, the stretch is excruciating. The way his piercings catch on your walls only, intensifies the burn. You crawl toward your headboard instinctively, it’s too much. Way too much.

He’s not having any of it. Dabi pulls you up to him with a hand wrapped around your throat until your back meets his front. “Shh shh shh. Don’t run baby. You’re gonna take all of it.” He groans right against your ear. Without giving you time to adjust, he begins to thrust into you at a relentless pace. You have no choice but to let him use you.

“Who’s fucking you huh? Who’s making you feel good?”

“My nii-san. Touya-nii is fucking me so good.”

“Yeah fuck. Love this holy pussy” He delivers a harsh smack directly on to your clit, making you quiver in his hold. He laughs at your reaction. “Gonna say a prayer for me babe? I wanna hear it.”

“Huh?” You’re barely lucid, there’s no way you heard him correctly.

“Well you’re a little sinner slut now. You should probably ask for forgiveness. Pray.”

You’re sure you’re beyond salvation now but you submit nonetheless. “Have mercy on me, O God, according to Your unfailing love; according to Your great compassion.” You gasp as he tightens his hand around your throat. “Against You, have I sinned and done what is evil in Your sight. Oh fuck Touya-nii!”

“Bad girl.” Dabi gives you another strike right on your aching clit. “Don’t think God is gonna be very happy with you.” Dabi is though. Dabi’s very happy with you. Your tight, gummy pussy sucks him back in every time he pulls back. It just makes him fuck you harder, he wants to make you scream louder for him.

“Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Ngggghh Shit. Do not cast me from Your presence or take Your Holy Spirit from me.” You’re sobbing outright, gasping to get air into your constricted throat.

“You gonna cum? My bad girl gonna come for her big brother?” Dabi grunts into your ear.

“Yeah close Touya-nii.”

“Hmm me too.”

“NOT INSIDE TOUYA-NII” You begin to thrash in his arms.

“S’matter princess? Don’t wanna have your big brother’s babies? That’s hurtful.” He snickers. He releases your throat in favour of pressing you into the mattress, large hand resting between your shoulder blades. “Better cum before I do then.”

The ridges of his piercings rub up against that same sweet spot, over and over again. You’re dizzy from the lack of air and absolutely drunk with pleasure on his cock. Pretty much the only thing tethering you to this existence is the unforgiving grip he has on your ass, digging his nails into your flesh. He reaches his hand around to rub your sore, puffy clit. It pushes you over the edge a second time. You feel every muscle contract and relax as the waves of your orgasm wash over you, making you cry out in bliss.

As soon as you come down from your high, Dabi has you flipped on to your back and is straddling your torso. “Keep praying.” He mutters. He furrows his brows, huffing as he jerks off on top of you, eyes focused intently on your gold necklace.

“Restore to me the joy of Your salvation and grant me a willing spirit to sustain me. Then will I teach transgressors Your ways, and sinners will turn back to You. Amen”

“Yeah, fuck that’s it take it baby.” Dabi sprays his come over your chest, aiming his load right on your cross, a symbol of your devotion to Christ, defiled. He looks absolutely euphoric watching the ropes of his hot cum slowly run down onto your nipples and down the valley of your breasts

“Don’t you fucking move.” He pants, catching his breath. He picks up his phone and you hear his camera click. He looks at the picture and smiles. You look absolutely fucked out. Hair disheveled, face red and bloated from crying and completely covered in his load. Yeah a real good, Christian girl. He thinks.

“Dabi! No!” You lunge forward, trying to grab his phone from his hand. Almost effortlessly, Touya shoves you back onto the bed.

“Relax. No one’s gonna see it. Not unless you snitch to mommy and daddy.”

“You promise?” You grab the tissues from your nightstand and wipe yourself clean. The smell lingers though, along with the grimy feeling, seemingly embedded in your skin. You look up at him, sniffling, tears still rolling down your cheeks. If he were better person, he’d take pity on you for being so fucking stupid.

“Promise, little sis.” He shoots you a wink as he tucks himself back into his jeans.

Before he’s left your room he’s already sent the picture to his friend, Shigaraki.

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KilluaxMale!Reader

「Old friends」 2

Part 1

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The four- five friends sat in the hotel room. Silence thick between them. Noone said anything, waiting for [Name] to explain something at least.

Suddenly Leorio groaned, "Just tell us about yourself already! This silence is akward!". Kurapika glanced at the black haired male before rolling his eyes. Killua smiled at his old friend, then turning his head to face Leorio.

"I can tell you about him, he doesn't like talking about himself", The white haired teen stated, making [Name] look at him quickly. While the white haired's expression turned serious, the others looked at him, interested in what he would say. [Name] didn't stop him, those three deserved to know about him. At least he hoped that Killua only told them the necessary.

(A/N: You can read from here or skip to my next A/N to make up your own background story)

"I remember mentioning that we grew up together, well..."

"Killu!", young [Name] called out while running over to the Zoldyck's gigantic house, if you could call it that. The boy wasn't scared of his friend's parents. Much more the opposite. Even in the boy's younger age, he thought they were nothing but garbage. Who could be like that to their own children?

Who [Name] especially hated were Killua's father and older brother. But, he knew that he couldn't do anything except pay his friend visits and make him forget about his brothers words. Assasins were allowed to have friends, [Name] made sure to tell Killua everytime they saw eachother.

"[Name]? What are you doing here again?", the white haired sighed and put down his transformed hand that he was using to train. "Visit you? What else, idiot", [Name] responded a-matter-of-factly.

He knew that that wasn't what Killua meant, the white haired didn't want him near his family, but [Name] couldn't care less. Often the boy would go there to find his friend hurt or crying, Killua would quickly hide his wound or wipe his tears if so.

Every visit, at the end, [Name] would pull Killua into a tight and warm hug, whispering the same words into his ears everytime.

"You're allowed to have friends, because you won't kill them if you don't want to".

However, through all the kindness [Name] showed Killua, he had never experienced it himself. He was also from a family of famous assasins, that's how they knew eachother in the first place. The [Last name]'s. Just as feared as the Zoldyck's but less popular.

[Name] didn't listen to his own family though. Of course, he had killed. He was born an assasin and that would be his sin until he died, but he only killed people that deserved it in his eyes. He already killed rapists, abusive parents or partners and old rich people that selled or buyed slaves.

Everything stayed the same. Hurtful words form his [mother/father/parents], beatings from his [brother/sister], kind words to killua.

Until one day, he visited the Zoldyck mansion for the seemingly last time. Killua had ran away.

[Name] stared at the white haired's father terrified. "What do you mean?!", He yelled at the old man, getting a shocked expression from the other Zoldyck siblings in the room. "He ran away, so go away now", The man said and [Name] began to smile sadly, walking outside.

"You managed to escape, I'm so glad.."

The three friends that didn't know about it all kept silent, staring at the two others in shock. [Name] stared at the floor darkly, "Well, I tried to manage without Killua for a few months, but after a while I returned to his mansion and his father said he found out where he was and he needed me to kill him because Illumi failed to bring him back".

(A/N: Skip to here if you made up your own backstory)

Killua started to smile again and nudged [Name]'s head, "Okay, let's stop with the story-telling and let's head to bed". Everyone agreed after a while of recovering from the backstory and changed into more comfortable clothes.

[Name] had borrowed clothes from Killua, getting a laugh from the white haired boy. "Those are so [small/big/fitting] on you!", he laughed. Kurapika shook his head with a smile and covered himself with his blanket. Gon and Leorio did the same, leaving Killua and [Name] standing there alone.

Killua sat on his bed, blushing furiously as [Name] crawled next to him. "Hey! What are you doing?", The white haired asked doubtfully. "Going to sleep? Don't act like we never slept in the same place before", [Name] responded with a blush and got under the blanket, getting a stare from Killua. The white haired sighed in defeat and did so as well.

Kurapika woke up first in the morning, trying not to laugh at the rare sight. On Killua's bed were both, [Name] and Killua snuggled up together. Gon and Killua cuddled a lot, but those two were a whole different level of 'affection through action'.

[Name]'s leg was over Killua's, his arm on the boy's side. The white haired had one arm to pull the other male closer and the other to hold his hand. Their heads were under eachother, the taller of the two's head on top of the other's head. It was an adorable sight and Kurapika walked over to Leorio's bed, shaking him awake.

"Leorio", He whispered with a warm smile, the black haired male grumbling in response. After he finally got Leorio awake, he put his glasses on, being greeted by Kurapika's happy smile and the blonde's hand pulling him up to show him the two boys.

As Leorio saw what Kurapika had seen, he covered his mouth before laughing silently, pulling out his phone. The blonde kicked him, making the phone fall to the ground with a loud "OUCH!" from Leorio that woke up the others.

"Why did you do that?!", The black haired male questioned, getting an eyeroll from Kurapika. "You would've used it to annoy Killua, wouldn't you?", He sighed, getting a guilty chuckle from Leorio.

Gon rubbed his eyes, sitting up and looking around, "Is everything okay? Who kicked who this time?". The black haired male pointed at Kurapika with a pout, mouthing "It's always him". Kurapika noticed, but before another fight could start, Killua fell off the bed, his face redder than any candy he had ever seen.

The older two chuckled at him, making [Name] also finally wake up. He was the only one who didn't wake up from Leorio's screaming, unexpected habit from an assasin. "Hm? What's up with all of you?", He questioned and looked at Killua on the ground, "How did you get down there..? Wait did I kick you off!?! I'm so sorry!"

The other yet again broke into a fit of laughter, Killua still blushing furiously. [Name] looked at them in confusion.

They had a good week if you didn't count the heartattack [Name] gave everyone on day two. Killua's friends got to see his mostly nervous side and got to know [Name] a little more. On the last day, Leorio and Kurpaika had left first. (They exchanged numbers with [Name] before heading off).

"So, where will you go now?", Gon asked the newly found friend with a sad expression. The boy thought for a while, "Maybe back home". A smile was planted on [Name]'s face, but it wasn't happy. Killua grit his teeth, not brave enough to say anything.

Gon frowned, "Why don't you come with us?". A sad laugh came from the other boy, wiping his eyes so no tears would flow out, "I'll catch up to you two! Just wait for me".

Killua's head sank, not willing to show his friends the tears flowing from his eyes. He knew that it would take at least a year for [Name] to finish his... business, but what could he do except wait?

A hand on his cheek brought him back to reality, quickly raising his head to see who it was. With a sad smile, [Name] looked at him. "I promise I'll come and find you after I finished everything I need to!", He said loudly with a blush, giving the white haired male a hug.

(Skip this if you had your own backstory)

"You're allowed to have friends, because you won't kill them if you don't want to".

(Okay cool)

"Until I... find you again! Think of it as a... looong game of tag!", He yelled between sobs while walking off, leaving a sad Gon and a surprised, still crying Killua.

The white haired's arm raised to his face, covering his eyes and letting his head sink again. "Yeah, I hope to get caught by you soon", He muttered, answering the already long out of sight [Name].

There wasn't a guarantee they would see eachother again, but Killua believed in it. Because [Name] would never leave him.

I didn't intend for this to be 1. So short and 2. So sad- anywayyyyyyy-

Will Killua see [Name] again?

To be continued?

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we were both young when I first saw you || f.w.

Fred Weasley x fem slytherin!reader

"you burn me away until there is nothing left for you to hold."

Wordcount: 986

A/N: Shakespeare wishes he was me 😩🙏 this is a joke I'm very sorry. But uhhh, I wrote this cause I was feeling sad and it's not great but whatever 🤸‍♀️ title has no real correlation to the fic, it's just there because of Taylor's new album hehe.

Warnings: mediocre writing, angst but really bad, self destructive fred (only shown in relationship context), maybe a wee bit toxic </3 no happy ending

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It wasn't that Fred had never noticed her.

On the contrary, it was rather hard not to.

She was always there, at the center of every class discussion, the embodiment of angelic grace in the eyes of their peers. Gazes followed her wherever she went and he would be lying if he said he was an exception.

The difference was that she noticed him back.

Moments in which they lingered on the outskirts of their circles, though far and few in between, existed. Quick darting glances and the brush of fingers as they passed in the halls were the extents of their interactions, neither daring to cross the perpetual divide between them.

In his eyes, the chasm of difference was unbridgeable. They were separated by opposing forces and as time passed, the abyss became endless in their polarity.

While she wore green, he wore red, the colours contrasting against each other in the segregated rows of classrooms.

While her robes were brand new and tailored, his had already been worn by all three of his older brothers.

While she sat serenely, he fidgeted, never feeling content in the stilted quiet.

She was creation, a paragon of life, flouncing from experience to experience, friendship to friendship.

He was ruination, determined to live a life of destruction, leaving chaos in his wake so long as it brought him laughter.

Cautious, calculating.

Callous, carefree.

But what was more temptatious than the impossible?

So the flitting gazes persisted. Brushing hands became the briefest linking of pinkies, palms meeting in the smooth press of a palmer's kiss as they passed. In their prolonged touches, their world of difference closed, the rift seemingly gapped.

Secret passageways became the center stage for whatever it was they shared; the scraps of feeling and sweet nothings exchanged under dim candlelight and damp corridors.

It wasn't much but it was enough.

And to her, it was everything.

How cruel of the universe to so fervently push two souls together only to rip them apart as fast as they came.

A life of hardship and struggle had not allowed him to grow accustomed to nice things. Fred resented things he didn't have and when he did have them, he did not understand how to look after them.

Some things were meant to be handled with care, and in the aftermath of their heated touch, a purgatory free of sin, he would forget that she was not another thing for him to break.

"You didn't think I was taking you to the Yule Ball did you?" he snorted, aiming his gaze to the low stone ceiling of their passageway, perhaps subconsciously avoiding the look of hope that had adorned her face. One of which had crumpled at his harsh tone just now.

His palms grew clammy and he sensed her shifting away from him. He snuck a glance down at her and felt a pang deep within his chest at the sight of her slowly folding into herself.

"Yeah no, it was uhm- just an idea," she responded, lip pursed, her voice whittling down to a trace of a whisper.

"I was actually thinking of asking Angelina. Johnson? You know her right?" he continued. He wasn't sure what compelled him to say this. He hadn't been thinking of asking Johnson.

In fact, for the last week, he had thought of nothing but what it would be like to dance with her under the night sky. Of how the moonlight would reflect off her silky skin. So why was he twisting the knife in her heart further?

She had been the one that had taken the first jump across their chasmic divide. Despite the lion crest adorning his jumper and the snake on hers, he had been the coward. His bravery was nowhere to be found when it came to the unknown.

She knew that she wanted him.

All he knew was fire and his innate ability in burning away the beauty around him, bit by bit until nothing remained but ash.

She didn't return the next night.

Or the next after that.

"Look I said I was sorry, I don't know what more you want me to say" Fred exclaimed, exasperated.

She refused to meet his gaze, her face flushed in frustration and he swore he caught a glimpse of tears in her eyes. He faltered.

She had returned to the drafty hall after a week. A week in which he continued to show up, waiting in hopes that she would come back and they could resume whatever semblance of a relationship they had shared.

Pride and dignity be damned, he was ready to grovel at her feet. When the time came, however, he was left stuttering, unsure. The unknown loomed over him, awash with uncertainty and insecurity.

He had made her cry.

In the midst of this realization, she mumbled something, though it was lost to the buzz in his ear as he witnessed himself destroyed yet another perfectly good thing.

"W-what?" he mumbled, dazed.

"I asked why you're ashamed of me," she said, louder this time.

For the first time tonight, under the heavy cloak of shadow in their corridor, she looked him in the eye. Her lip was quivering, eyes shining with unshed tears, though her voice remained clear.

Creation, clarity, control. She was the very essence of everything he was not and would never be.

He will never be enough for her.

Taking his silence as an answer, she turned away from him for the last time.

He will never be able to stop hurting her.

Suddenly the bridge across their divide crumpled and he watched her crumble with it, the ashes of their time together blowing away in the wind as she stepped forward.

He will never be able to cross the rift between them again.

His answer to her question died away on his tongue.

"It's me that you should be ashamed of."

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Sex Pollen || Loki Laufeyson

Loki Laufeyson x Fem!Reader; The reader is Loki’s enemy.

Summary: Thor decides that it’d be funny to pull a prank on his brother. Y/N happens to be stuck in the room with Loki at the time of execution.

Genre: Smut

Written in third person point of view.

Warnings: Oral (male receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, sex pollen (?), and mild language

Word count: 2.1k+

A/N: I'm not too sure how I feel about this one, I was kind of just writing a fuck ton of randomness that came to me. I hope it makes sense or it at least comes together :)

“And that’s why you’re adopted!”

Loki had no clue that earthlings could have such an influence on Thor, the words spewing out of his mouth sounding very much like something Y/N would say. He and Thor could spend hours jabbing hurtful comments at one another without letting it bother them but that cut deep for some strange reason.

He looked up at the series of chuckles and hisses and ‘oohs’ he’d gotten from the group around him. He especially looked at Y/N who broke into a full guffaw, high-fiving Thor before squishing into the free space near him on the couch.

“Oh come on, that’s not something he hasn’t said to me before,” Loki sassed, watching the way Thor rested a hand atop the spans of Y/N’s clothed knee.

The two were undeniably attracted to one another, but they were far too stubborn to actually say anything. They spent most of their time trying to take down the other and spiking petty arguments between themselves. Y/N’d made some quite suggestive moves before though.

As a recap, she’d handcuffed him to his bedpost, she’d used the excuse of someone being in her bathroom, his shower being the only available one at the moment, and she’d purposely use him as a partner on the rare occasions of him accompanying them on missions. She thought she was giving him the upper hand, making herself as available as she could be.

“Don’t be mad that I haven’t taught you good comebacks, Laufey,” she chuckled, adding a wink as he had failed to remove his eyes from her.

“I don’t need anyone to teach me anything. And I most definitely don’t need you to teach me anything.”

He stormed out of the lounge, the rest of the group stifling many laughs.

“Well that was something,” Nat chortled, breaking into a full fit of laughter the moment she looked at Y/N.

“I am so proud of you, Thor,” Y/N giggled, throwing her arm around the god’s broad shoulders.

“That was nothing, dollface. I’ve got a lot more up my sleeve and you will be so much more proud of me.”

She pat his back as he stood, everyone following suit as they all went off to do their own things. She muttered under her breath, the sound of the shower already running in her bathroom.

“Nat!” she called out, earning no response as the redhead was singing along to some old tunes.

She spun on her heels, throwing her towel over her shoulder before venturing off to use someone else’s shower. No one had an available bathroom...weird for a 93-story facility. Finding that there were no available bathrooms except for Loki’s, she rushed into the bathroom, trying to not be noticed by the God of Mischief. He laid on his couch, legs thrown over the armrest as his eyes scanned through a book.

There was something relaxing about his shower, or maybe it was just the scent of him that bounced off the walls, but Y/N pushed that thought aside, holding her hand out under the water until it was moderately warm, progressively getting hotter and hotter. She ran her hands down her neck, fingers prodding at the stiff cords.

She sighed as the water hit her back with comfortingly hard pressure. It was much needed after a long night of fighting off a Russian mob. She finished running her hands over her body, bubbles of soap tickling her leg as she submerged herself under the stream of water. She grabbed her towel, running her wet hands down her face before wrapping her towel around her chest.

As she stepped out of the shower, she hurled into her stomach, an intense throbbing sensation between her legs.

“What the fuck-”

She bit her lip, squeezing her legs shut as a sudden warmth shot through her. Her head was growing foggy, her skin feeling as if she were tossed into a sauna.

She felt dragonflies zipping through her guts, the urge to find immediate relief singing in her head. She held onto the rim of the sink, fingers digging into the fabric of her balled-up clothing as she bit down on the skin of her arm, silencing any moans or outbursts of profanities.

It was nearly dark in Loki’s room as she stepped out of the bathroom, nothing but a lamp faintly illuminating the large space. She reached for the doorknob, the sensation in her core becoming too much to handle. She cried out, silently begging the Lord to keep that towel up. She felt the heat crawling up her skin again, this time as she looked over to where Loki’s floor was exposed to the entrance.

“Oh my god,” she muttered, watching as his hands pumped up and down his cock.

Her airways were slowly shutting down and her hands were creeping closer and closer to her lower half. She let out a vulgar cry when her finger swiped up her cunt, collecting her juices, before slipping into the available spot between her walls. Her back arched, fingertips grazing against her cervix as she parted her legs.

“Loki – Loki,” she called out, eyebrows furrowing as her fingers worked to bring her to an orgasm.

She watched as he finally turned to look at her, pupils blown wide as worked to make himself cum, too.

“Fuck me, please,” she begged, knees bumping one another as her fingers’ pace never faltered. “I know you want to.”

He groaned at that, laying back on the bed before looking over at her again. She took that as her invitation, removing his loose white tee with much speed before she kneeled beside him.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he grunted, hands still pumping his cock as his free hand worked two fingers into her greedy cunt.

“Fucking hell, Loki!”

This was a different, very different, sensation. His fingers were long, his skin was soft, his veins were bulging out beneath his pallid skin. She put both of her hands to use, slapping his aside before pumping him into her mouth. She allowed her jaw to fall completely slack, fitting whatever she could into her mouth. He groaned at the feeling - a nice, warm place to nestle his cock, coaxing him further to a release.

His fingers curled inside of her, grazing against her g-spot. She groaned around him, back arching into nothing as he continued to nudge at that spot. He looked so gorgeous, his hair far more of a curly mess than before, the vein down the sides of his neck protruding as her cheeks hollowed out.

He pulled his fingers out of her, humming as he placed both fingers in his mouth. He placed his hand at the back of her head, pulling a gag from her as he pushed her head farther down once before completely removing her mouth from around him.

“Get on your back,” he spoke quietly, voice dripping in libido as she looked up at him.

“What?”

“On your back, doll. Wanna finish inside of you.”

Goodness, gracious-

“Now.”

She was too busy in her head, drooling at the sight of him kneeling in front of her. She just wanted him to fuck her face, but after all, she requested that he fuck her cunt. His fingertips were on her shoulders in an instant, gently shoving them backward.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, pup.”

She obliged in seconds, legs jerking as he hoisted her knees to bend above his shoulders, thumb immediately toying with her nub.

“Sensitive, are you?” he quipped, watching the way she squirmed about.

Her hands gripped the sheets, looking up at him through hooded eyelids.

“Fuck me into this goddamn mattress.”

“Or what?”

“Don’t tease me, Loki. I can easily get your brother to fuck me if I wanted.”

With that, his hips slammed into hers, nails clawing into her skin as his cock plunged in and out of her. She grinned gloriously, reveling in this sudden possessiveness from Loki.

His hands hooked under her towel, watching as the white cotton unraveled from her body. Her moans were glass-shattering, climax building up fairly quick in her lower abdomen. His words, his grunts, they were all music to her ears.

“Fuck my brother? Yeah, I’d love to see you try it.”

“Done talking back now, huh, doll?”

“Scream for me kitten, c’mon.”

“Let them know how good I’m fucking you.”

She couldn’t form one coherent word, nails clawing at Loki’s arms as he hovered over her flustered body. Her legs caged his hips in, back arching as her orgasm teetered over the edge.

“Loki!”

Her walls clenched around him, earning a groggy moan. He caught her by surprise when his lips latched onto hers, his tongue working wonders in her mouth. She didn’t provide much of a fight, an arm wrapping around his shoulders and the other remaining around his torso as their teeth clashed. It was a messy, sin of a kiss.

Her fingers got lost in his hair, tugging and pulling at the roots. His tongue never failed to leave her mouth, his own hands jostling with her breasts as he succumbed her into another orgasm. Her back lifted off the bed with little to no effort, legs completely submerging his waist as she used her strength to flip them around.

Their lips were still locked, one hand around his throat while the other rested on his chest. His lips left hers, lips puffy and red and wet as he hoisted her hips, lifting her and slamming her on his cock. Her eyebrows furrowed, his tip grazing against her g-spot while stretching her out even more.

The feeling was immaculate - her walls milking his cock of every spurt of cum as his head lolled to the side. His hand traced every curve, every crevice, exploring her skin as if he’d never do so again. He looked up at her, knees coming up to support her back as one hand dropped to her cunt, the other twisting and pinching at her nipples.

“This pussy, this...body. Whose is it?” he asked breathlessly, thumb working quick, taught, circles on her nub, daring her to give the wrong answer.

“Yours. Fuck, Loki- ‘s all yours!” she cried out, thighs sputtering around his torso as she came around his length again.

She came down with heavy pants, forehead right up against his chest.

“You’re still horny, aren’t you?” she asked, teasingly clenching around him as she lifted her chin to rest on his chest.

He hissed at that, hand laying a playful smack on her behind.

“Yes, and before I proceed to fuck you full of my children, I request that you become my wife, Y/N.”

“As if you didn’t cum in me already,” she retorted, rolling her eyes with a grin.

He chuckled, abdomen jerking against hers.

“I’ll think about it.”

With that, her hips lifted before falling back down onto his, eliciting a soft groan from him.

“I’ll definitely think about it,” she repeated, lips melting against his.

Her head spun as she opened her eyes, a sharp pain shooting up her center as she rolled over to look at the raven-haired man asleep before her. She rolled out of his bed, pulling his white t-shirt over her naked figure, stealing his boxers to serve as shorts as she got up to grab herself a glass of water.

No one in the compound would’ve been awake (or if they were awake, at least not home), she assumed seeing as it was nearly five o’clock on a Saturday morning. She was proved wrong, however, bumping into Thor who had an armful of junkies.

“Ooh, those don’t look good,” he grimaced, pointing at the load of hickies dispersed abroad her neck as he bit into a Snickers bar.

She chuckled, tilting her head down as if it would help with the warming sensation.

“When did you find the time to sneak a guy back over here?” Thor asked with a grin.

“Thor...I was with your brother. Put two and two together.”

He was quick to stop chewing on the chocolatey caramel peanut bar, looking down at her.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Who do you think your brother was fucking all night to cure that sex pollen?”

“Oh my god, no you didn’t,” he spoke mindlessly, not even questioning as to how she knew it was him that unleashed a dose of sex pollen into Loki's bedroom.

“I’m getting married to your brother, Thor,” she teased as she walked away, grabbing herself a bottle of water from the fridge.

“You were supposed to be on my side,” he whined like a five-year-old, cradling his snacks as if they were the most precious thing on Earth.

“I have to find a way to divide my attention amongst you two, don’t I?”

He nodded without any hesitation, popping the rest of his Snickers bar into his mouth as he watched Y/N giggle to herself.

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ot7always · 4 years

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No Rest for the Wicked

Word Count: 2.4k

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Smut (pwp)

Warnings: dom!Hoseok, dom!Yoongi, sub!Reader, threesome, fingering, hair pulling, unprotected sex, cumplay if you squint, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, praise, creampie

Rating: 18+

Summary: Didn’t anyone ever teach you that “prove it” was definitely not a thing to say if you weren’t expecting to get absolutely railed?

A/N: This fic is a part of my 1k Milestone Requests.

This is my second time posting because the first time didn’t tag;;;; but anyway this is the best birthday present I can give to my bby @dee-ehn. I remembered your request and thought “well why not two biases instead of one?”

I hope you enjoy Danica, happy birthday!!!!!!

Well – there was certainly no rest for the wicked.

Despite your heaving chest, sore limbs, and helpless whine, deft fingers shoved the leaking cum back into your sopping cunt. Your sensitive walls clamped down on them, shivers wracking your body, jerking as they curved against your g-spot.

Your head lolled inelegantly against the chest you were clinging to desperately, the hard planes of his body plastered to the front of your own. It was all you could do to whimper lowly, fingers wrapping around the arms holding you down atop him, unable to escape the pleasure raining down on you.

Despite having taken cock not minutes ago, the addition of a third finger had you feeling heady, groaning at the stretch. That hand didn’t give you the slightest of moments to collect yourself, pressing deep and scissoring within you.

“Shhh,” a voice urged right against your ear when you let out a particularly loud cry. It would have been soothing if not for the smirk you could hear in his tone. If you had the mental capacity and didn’t feel like the human version of a noodle at that moment, you’d have punched him right in his stupid mouth.

But all you could do was squirm fruitlessly in his arms, your body unsure whether it wanted to pull away or rock against the fingers inside you.

When that hand maneuvered itself so that a thumb rubbed against your clit, you could hardly bite down on the squeal that wrenched itself from your throat.

“Ah, can’t,” you slurred, panting as you moved your face to tuck into the neck in front of you. Another groan left you as those fingers curved within you again. God, everything felt like too much and not enough all at the same time. It felt like you were riding a wave of pleasure entirely out of your own control. And as much as that pleasure was laced with pain as the thumb moved against your swollen, oversensitive clit, you couldn’t help wanting more.

A dark chuckle sounded out from behind you. “Aw, look at you. You talk so big for someone who falls apart so easily.”

You felt a hand grasp firmly into the root of your hair before your head was yanked backward, your face on full display to the man before you. When you forced your eyes to flutter open, you almost wished you’d kept them shut.

The look in Hoseok’s eyes was positively devious, his trademark happy smile replaced only by a slight upturn of his lips. When you fixed your blurry vision to meet his gaze, he grinned, though there was hardly any humour in it.

“Oh, princess,” he crooned. “You look so wrecked already and we aren’t even done with you.”

Before you could even process his words, the unrelenting brush of fingertips against that spot inside you had you keening, gaze immediately dropping as your eyes clamped shut.

“Yoongi...” you moaned breathlessly, and your head would have fallen right back into Hoseok’s chest if not for the other man’s hand gripping your hair.

“Hm, what was that?” the voice behind you drawled. “Speak up, I can’t hear you.”

“Yoongi, please,” you responded, hoping it would urge him to do something.

“Hm, kitten, I don’t know what you’re asking for,” he cooed before thrusting into you harshly. You tried not to gasp at the sensation.

God, how did you end up in this situation? One moment you were jokingly mocking the two of them for their boring sexual tastes (where did that conversation come from, anyway?), and the next you were in bed with both of them, Yoongi’s lips at your neck while Hoseok thrusted up into you relentlessly.

“Hah, I bet you just missionary and piston like a machine ‘til you cum, don’t you?”

You were only joking to rile them up, but they didn’t seem to take the insult very well. Before you knew what was happening, and maybe with a very unintelligent “prove it, then,” Hoseok already vowed they would “fuck you stupid.”

And you could definitely concur that they succeeded – and as was said to you not moments ago, they weren’t even done with you yet.

You must have been silently gaping a moment too long, because a hand stroked lightly at your face, tipping your chin back up to look into Hoseok’s face.

“Use your words, princess. What do you want?” he hummed. The sight of him looking so sinful when he usually looked so bright and cheerful only further blanked your mind, want flaring in your chest.

“I-” you said dumbly, already forgetting the question as Yoongi’s grip in your hair tightened, fingers speeding up.

“Cute,” Yoongi quipped, sounding as though he was thoroughly enjoying your state.

“’m gonna cum,” you gasped, fixing pleading eyes onto Hoseok’s in front of you. You didn’t even know if that was a proper response, only that Yoongi’s constant ministrations were bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Good,” Hoseok grinned, arms pulling you impossibly closer to his body, his strength rendering movement more and more impossible. “Cum then.”

His words paired with the crook of Yoongi’s fingers had you falling into bliss, pleasure wracking your body enough that your vision went hazy. With Hoseok’s arms holding you down and Yoongi’s hand in your hair, there was nowhere for you to go, nothing for you to do except take what was given to you.

Your face scrunched up in pleasure was on full display, whimpers falling uncensored from your lips. The sight had Hoseok hissing beneath you.

But when you came down from your high and his motions didn’t cease, your expression became pained, the pressure against your clit feeling suddenly much too sharp.

Sensing that after two orgasms the sensation was more unpleasant than anything else, the thumb on your clit moved, but the fingers continued to thrust into you slowly. The feeling remained overwhelming, the feel of every drag of his knuckles against your walls amplified tenfold. It left you speechless, but gave you enough capacity to catch your breath as he wound you down.

The hand on your head released you gently, the arms around you loosening to let you cuddle into Hoseok with a low whine. One of his hands moved to rub soothingly along the bare skin of your back, though it did nothing to quell the goosebumps dotting your flesh at Yoongi’s continued, slow motions.

Hoseok’s rested his head atop yours with care, noticeably much gentler than he was before. “Princess,” he said lowly.

“Mm,” you replied weakly, limp in his arms, unsure whether you were more overtaken by fatigue or the pleasure Yoongi was slowly, tenderly wringing out of you.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked upon hearing you, no trace of teasing in his voice.

You shook your head immediately. Everything was so overwhelming, but it was so good. You wanted more. You were selfish – you hadn’t felt Yoongi’s cock yet, and you wanted him so badly. Part of you wished you had some sort of nobler cause – that Yoongi hadn’t come yet, that you wanted to pleasure him too. But in truth, you just wanted to be spoiled by them, wanted to be fucked until your mind blanked of everything except their skin on yours.

“Words,” Yoongi said brusquely, though not unkindly. When you didn’t respond right away, his motions paused. “Y/N?”

“I want it,” you mumbled, sound muffled into Hoseok’s chest, though they seemed to understand you perfectly well.

You let out a sudden breath as Yoongi’s fingers slipped from you, smearing the mess of your arousal and Hoseok’s cum along his own length. He hissed through his teeth at the sensation after going untouched so long, pleasure traveling up his spine.

“What do you want, kitten?” Yoongi asked, smirking at the indignant whine you let out at the question.

You could hardly wrap your tongue around words and he knew it, took pleasure in your desperation and helplessness. Fuck you stupid, indeed.

“Princess wants cock, hm?” came Hoseok’s voice, and you didn’t know if the teasing lilt in his tone made you want to complain or simply be grateful that he was making this easier on you.

Just as you were about to open your mouth, a warm presence behind you, along with the head of a cock rubbing against your entrance had you canting your hips and whimpering.

“Does little kitten want to play?” Yoongi cooed, pressing forward ever-so-slightly, your walls beginning to part for him before he pulled away again.

A sob wrenched itself from your throat. “Please,” you begged, sticking your ass out as though to entice him, and it seemed to work fairly well.

“Say it again,” he replied, groaning as he rubbed his cock through your folds again. At this point, you couldn’t tell if he was teasing you or himself.

Your fingers dug into the sheets near you, a hand braced against Hoseok’s shoulder despite being boneless against him. “Please, Yoongi-”

There was no time to think before his cock was shoved into you to the hilt, with no regard for how sensitive you’d become.

In your surprise, you couldn't suppress the near-scream at being filled so suddenly, cunt clamping down on his length. You felt stretched so wide despite his fingers having been inside you already, body shuddering in overwhelm.

Yoongi paused immediately at the almost distressed sound, but moaned lowly when you whimpered, grinding back on his length.

At that, he started thrusting slowly, hissing at the constant fluttering of your walls around him.

The movement had you feeling out of your head, the slightest movements sending pleasure ripping through you. Your mouth fell open, uninhibited sounds coming from your lips. Another time you might have been embarrassed at the drool falling onto Hoseok’s bare chest, but you had no capacity for anything besides bliss.

“Feel good, princess?” Hoseok murmured hotly by your ear.

You didn’t even process what he said to you, moreso moaning just from the sound of his voice. Your sounds were only increasing in volume as Yoongi’s pace quickened.

“Look at me. I want to see your face.”

Hoseok didn’t give you any opportunity to do so yourself before he was pulling you up by the chin. You didn’t try to look at him properly, face slack as every thrust only pumped more and more euphoria through your veins until you felt like you were going to burst.

“Fuck” he cursed lowly at the sight of you, thumb moving to wipe at your mouth. “You look so fucking ruined.” The words sounded so sinful coming from his lips, spoken between you as though it were a secret.

“Gonna cum for me again, aren’t you?” Yoongi growled, taking note of the way you only got louder, cunt not relenting in its grip on him.

You nodded furiously, entire body feeling hot as that string holding you teetering over the edge was about to snap.

“Mm, that’s what I thought. Kitten’s so weak for cock, isn’t she?”

It was another one, two, particularly harsh thrusts at just the right angle that sent you careening off that edge, something between a sob and a loud whine leaving you. Every nerve felt like it was on fire, but Yoongi didn’t dare stop there.

No, he fucked you through your orgasm as if his life depended on it, only encouraged by your loud gasps as he only brought you higher and higher.

But it wasn’t long before discomfort wound its way through the pleasure, and despite that, you didn’t want it to end.

At the same time, though, you swore you’d never felt pleasure like this, and you didn’t know how to handle it – couldn't handle it.

“Doing so well for us, princess,” Hoseok praised softly, capturing your lips with his own.

It was more accurate to say that he was kissing you, and you were just along for the ride as ecstasy battered you on all sides. Everything left you breathless, and you had to quickly break the kiss just to gasp for air.

“So good,” Yoongi’s voice choked out behind you, sounding about half as wrecked as you felt. “Gonna... gonna cum. Can you take it?”

“Please,” you whimpered, strength completely gone from your limbs, but wanting so badly to please him.

You nearly cried when he sped up again, but it only took seconds before he was spilling into you with a groan, warmth filling you for the second time that night. You shuddered at the sensation, unable to stop yourself from squeezing around him one last time.

You both moaned when he pulled himself from you, the last of your strength leaving with him. You were utterly limp in Hoseok’s arms, exhaustion taking hold of you and dragging you into its depths.

When Yoongi collapsed beside you on the bed, he tugged you into his arms immediately, and you went without a fight.

The silent, warm caresses along your back were more than enough to bring you dangerously close to passing out, humming contentedly.

You were so out of it that you hadn’t noticed Hoseok’s absence until he returned with a washcloth between your legs. You hardly reacted to the touch aside from the initial jolt of surprise.

Once he’d gently cleaned you up, he returned to lay beside you, leaving you to indulgently cuddle into Yoongi after not having felt much of him. Yoongi seemed content to have that moment with you, whispering affirmations that you’d done well, that he was proud of you.

You were happy to lay in Yoongi’s embrace, basking in his warm touches, but before sleep captured you, Hoseok’s voice broke through your stupor.

“So,” he said, already back to his loud, cheerful self. You groaned in annoyance, unprepared to handle his volume after having Yoongi’s low, quiet, raspy voice in your ear only minutes ago.

“Hm?” you grumbled. You weren’t quite ready to return to reality yet, but Hoseok’s voice dragged you from the blissful, unthinking state you were in.

“Was it exciting enough for you?” He didn’t even try to stifle his laugh after posing his question, and you heaved a sigh, turning away from Hoseok as much as possible, shoving your face into the crook of Yoongi’s neck. If Yoongi was smirking at you, you didn’t want to see that either.

“I hate you both.”

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mvttsvn · 3 years

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Useless [pt1]

Modern college!au

toxic Eren x gn!reader

warnings: angst, explicit themes, dubcon, embarrassment, manipulation, degradation, OOC, cussing, and typos

authors note: this has been sittin in my drafts for months I just haven’t had the motivation to finish. there will be a part 2 with smut I just wanted to get this out first.

part 2

Eren liked to think he was a pretty simple guy. He’d meet someone, use them for his benefit, lead them on till he didn’t need them anymore, then disappear. A sick trick that he used to manipulate all kinds of people. Life really can be easy with the right looks and a smooth voice. He and only ever got what he needed. He understands how selfish it is. But gotten him this far, so what would be the point in changing.

Unfortunately, you had been one of the unlucky few to get caught up in his schemes. Let’s be honest it wasn’t a surprise, you knew of him before. A few of your friends pinned over him for being the cute nicotine-addicted guy who couldn’t care less about World Literature 1-2. But you believed each and everyone of of his sweet little promises. “No you’re so special, I think I’m gonna keep you around for a long time sweetheart.” Deception dripping from his lips as he gave you a sinful grin.

You should’ve known...

It’s been a few months now since Eren blocked and deleted your number for his phone, the last time you spoke was when he texted you to thank you for helping him pass his English final. You replied with asking if he wanted to get lunch the following day only to be left with your text never going through. That motherfucker. Of course you were angry, mostly at yourself though. You tried not to sulk about it yet every time you’d go out you’d dress up a little then you would usually just in case you’d see him. And luckily he wasn’t in any of your classes this semester either so it would be easier to forget him.

At this point you haven’t thought of Eren in weeks, you’ve focused yourself in uni and started taking assignments and things more seriously. That was until one of Eren’s roommates unknowingly took a seat next to you in your intro to ethics course.

You’ve been to Eren’s apartment a multitude of times. You knew who his roommates were, even after having a few conversations in the late morning with them after you would spend the night. Armin, who was too engrossed from whatever was on his phone plopped his books right next to you and took a seat not sparing you a glance. Once you professor started speaking he locked his phone slipping it into his pocket and glance around the room. Once he looked at you his blue eye widened and he sorta whispered “oh hey! y/n didn’t know you were in here”

You shrugged and gave a polite smile while turning back to look at the front of the room to stare through one of the windows above the projector screen. It’s not like you hated Armin, he was very kind and never judged you when you’d take the walk of shame in the morning through Eren’s kitchen, it’s just you know that this interaction would eventually lead back to him and that made you nervous.

A week or two passed and Armin continued to sit next you, you supposed it was more comfortable for him because it didn’t look like he knew anyone else in this class, neither did you. Nor were you complaining he’d give you notes and lend you his book when you would forget. Not much conversation would happen between you either, a simple hello and other small talk would occur nothing more. A very professional relationship.

Yet when your professor assigned a partner projects you and Armin both looked at each other like :| and silently agreed to work together. It was just easier that way. The assignment wasn’t due for another 2 weeks so you had confidence that you wouldn’t have to grind at the end of the this week to do it. Until Armin caught your arm as you were leaving.

“Hey sorry to ask but would it be ok if we could work on this after school? I have a lot of stuff due this week and I’m in a bit of a time crunch.” He shyly laughed hoping you weren’t busy.

You held in a sigh “Uhh sure, can I meet you at 5 tho..I have a thing-”.

“Yeah! That’d be fine, my place?”

You kinda really didn’t want to go to his place, “yea!”

You both continued listening to your teacher’s lecture while your mind was elsewhere, you didn’t have anything after school you just wanted to go home for a bit and prepare for who you may or may not see at Eren’s Armins apartment. By the end of the day you raced home, flopping onto your bed, this was a bad idea, why didn’t you just ask for him to meet at the library or something?? This situation could’ve been a whole lot simpler if you just offered your place instead. Hell you don’t have any unconventional roommates you sleep with him so it’s just unfair. At 4:45 you gather your things and drove over to Armin’s apartment. You knocked on the door, your nerves going haywire.

You’re greeted by Armin he smiled and opened the door for you letting you walk inside. You took a glance to the side and luckily Eren’s familiar beat up tennis shoes weren’t by the door. At least you could relax for a little while, hopefully he wouldn’t come home till you were gone.

Jean was sitting on the couch watching some action movie at a low volume with Connie who was fast asleep curled up with a throw pillow. The lights in the living room were dim with the curtains on the windows shut. Yet you could still see from the light in the kitchen that shone from above the counter. Jean gave you a nod, “welcome back” he half whispered as he tipped his drink at you. You smiled and waved and made your way into Armin’s room. You sat at the edge of his desk in a borrowed kitchen chair, as he joined you sitting in his computer chair in front of his desktop. He left his door slightly ajar letting you see right through into the kitchen and front door, which made you slightly on edge. Armin started going over the project, opening a document, and reading through a few paragraphs. You tried your best you to concentrate but you were too paranoid. Every so often a loud noise from Jean’s movie on the tv would make you whip your head towards the door. About an hour in you and Armin had crunched through about a few paragraphs and of your project, to Armin’s mistake you guys definitely weren’t going to finish tonight. Hopefully the next time you’d offer your place instead.

After another 30 minutes you and Armin gave up, eventually you guys made your way back into the living room. You went to the door to gather your things until Jean and Connie basically begged you to stay and watch another movie with them. You didn’t want to, you knew if you stayed any longer the possibility of Eren coming home would increase. But when Connie got up from the couch and handed you a drink, you gave in. As you sat down you began slightly regretting your decision. Why were you staying? You and Armin were finished you can go home.

You asked yourself this when you heard keys jangle outside the door and the click of the lock. It’s roughly pushed open and Eren moves into the room, swiftly locking it behind him. “Hey man” Jean calls, you immediately tense next to Armin and fix a stare at the tv. You’re too aware of your surroundings right now to know what happening but you need a distraction. You can see his movement in your peripheral, Eren saunters in to the dark living room to stand by the opposite of the end of the couch from you. when he spots you, you can feel his blazing stare in your skull, he laughs out a scoff and the room goes silent, except for the low murmur of the tv.

The air is tense and awkward and everybody can see your apprehension. your heart it beating in your ears and you can feel you palms starting to sweat. The sounds of the tv are immediately drowned out when Eren breathes our your name. “What the hell are you doing here?” He grips the arm of the couch and places his left hand on his hip. You slowly turn your head to look him in the eyes when Armin speaks up trying to lighten the situation “We had a project for sadis’ class”

Your eyes dart between Eren and Armin when Eren snides, “hmm...well it doesn’t look like your working on it”

“hey layoff man” Jean gives him a side eye. “Yeah we finished just a few minutes ago.” Armin adds.

“It was just a question” Eren shrugs. You can believe him, he such a fucking asshole, you’re staring at him in disbelief when he meets your eyes again he laughs “what did you miss me or somethin?” His grin is sickening, you feel the embarrassment hot on your face yet what can you do in the situation? If you leave you’ll destroy your pride and yet if you stay what if you give in to him again?

Your frozen in your seat you nails digging shapes into you palms as you clench them together. You feel the stare of everyone one in the room and it makes you want to cry. He tilts his head “can’t you speak? what wrong?” the malice in his voice makes your ears burn. You want to scream, you want to run, but he slowly walks right in front of you and holds out his hand. “C’mon”

You can leave at any moment, the door is only a few feet away yet you cautiously place your palm into his as he hauls you up from your seat. No one says anything as you guys leave the room, what a complicated situation this is huh?

As he opens his door you try to glace back at the others yet he roughly pulls your arm though and slams his bedroom door. You hope they don’t blame you too much for going with him. You stand in the middle of a very familiar room, one you’ve visited many times yet you’re too scared too move from the spot you currently occupy. He turns to face you locking the door behind him and takes a few steps forward. You look at the floor as you begin speaking “Eren I-”

“ohhhh so you can talk?”

“yes’ you puff.

He fits his hand under your chin proceeding to squish your cheeks to face him. “I don’t like you hanging out with them when I’m not around” his hot breath fan your face and you widen your eyes. The audacity. “What do you mean, were not even together anymo-” you voice smothered by his grip.

He tips his head back and see concern in his eyes, its almost like he was hurt by your words, “Yes we are” his eyebrows scrunched together. You go to spit out another sentence when his hand moves to cover you entire mouth, he brings face to your ear, “You wound me y/n, how could you think that? I thought you loved me?” Why does he sounds so genuine? Your mind is fuzzy with confusion, of course he’s lying, you would never in a million years utter those words to him during the short time you were together. Yet the pain in his voice and the grip on your jaw is making you dizzy, his hot breath on your ear and neck are causing goosebumps to raise on your skin.

Your smaller hand goes to grip his forearm that's holding your face. He moved to look into your eyes. The dim light from the lamp in the far corner of the room casts a shadow upon his face, yet his deep green eyes seem to glow. He slowly moves his hand away placing it on your shoulder as his free hand moves to your hip. You want to yell at him, ask his why he’s doing this to you, but you place your palm softly onto his chest and drop your head in shame, “I’m sorry..i..I didn’t know” you whispered.

His warm hand goes to caress your cheek and moves into your hair lightly pulling to make you face him. “It’s ok babe, you just have to make it up to me” his chest rumbles underneath your hands as you eye widen. “You can do that, right?” You slowly nod your head and bunch his t-shirt under your fingers. He places a soft kiss on your forehead and lead you towards his bed in the corner of the room. He takes a seat on his dark blue comforter and your stand in front of him. Your hands lightly holding onto his index fingers as he carefully rocks them back and forth. You take another look at his face and see the artificial softness slowly fade away into something dark, and conspiring.

“On your knees babe” his voice sounding rougher than before. You begin another protest but he takes his warm palms and encircles your waist to urge you down. You slowly fall to your knees, your hands on his thighs while digging your nails into his rough jeans. Your mind slowly starts to unfog and start realizing what your doing. Your shame and regret tug at your heart and you feel the tears begin to prick your eyes. You look up at Eren and see the distain in his eyes. He hums and caresses you shoulder. You wept into your chest as you feel the air being stolen from your lungs Eren moves his calloused hand to your throat and tugs to make you look him in the eyes.

Why did you have to be so damn proud?

#eren angst #eren jeager #eren yeager #aot eren #eren imagines #eren x y/n #eren x you #eren x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren jeager x y/n #eren jeager x you #eren fic.📗#useless series.mvt

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tragicperformer · 2 years

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prompt list: "39) i want to know everything about you." for idv michiko x mary, maybe? hope you're doing well :^)

if this was in my inbox for so long, you forgot about your request. no it wasnt. yes it was. so sorry. inspired by idv stage episode 3, cry for the moon, bc their characterization is always lovely and mary is no exception

39. “I want to know everything about you." michimary

Mary sits, surrounded by meaningless chatter. She folds her hands politely, napkin draped over her lap, never elbows on the table, as she eyes the utensils laid out in front of her. Salad fork, soup spoon, meant to be used from outward, in, and she can’t help but cringe at the lack of etiquette all around her- it’s not their fault they don’t come from high class society, except Joseph of course, but even he is moping pathetically next to her, pushing around and stabbing at his food like a weepy child and not even eating any of it.

Then there’s Robbie, banging the handles of his silverware against the table, gouging the wood, as he begs Luchino to recount another overly exaggerated tale. And some of them, some of them don’t even use the utensils, their hands are too big; warped and made monstrous by the sins they’ve committed in their life.

Not Mary’s, though. They’re dainty, clasped together a bit too tightly, and she’s got half a mind to pick up her fork and show them how it’s done, were it not for the fact that whatever food and drink she puts on her palate comes spilling out of the stitching of her throat when she swallows. She’d learned that one the hard way, snatched a drink out of White Guard’s hands and downed it in a fit of rage, only to embarrass herself in front of them all, wine somehow staining the collar of her dress an even deeper red.

But there’s no use in trying to argue with them, in trying to make them see her way. She’s learned that much, and hey, who even knew she was capable of learning anything?

She’s capable of learning, thank you very much.

They’d only laughed at that.

And trying- learning to be like them had not fared much better.

Piping up to add her opinion, to supply an excerpt from her memories that she felt was relevant to the conversation, or god forbid, a compliment forced out through gritted teeth.

And they’d only laughed. Told her that nothing she had to say could have possibly mattered. That, how could she possibly relate to them, she’d had it so easy? What sort of tragedy could she have possibly known? How foolish she was to even think-

This is why she stays silent. And lets their meaningless chatter surround her, fill her ears, staring down at the edges of the wood grain with glassy eyes and a stony, tight lipped frown.

Let them have their fun. Let them eat their bread.

“Well, what about you, Mary?” A gentle voice cuts through her stewing rage, and she lifts her head, almost surprised.

She finds the source of the voice rather quickly- there are few in the manor who can speak with such a sweetness. Michiko’s gaze is on her expectantly, and she notices, with chagrin, that the rest of the table has fallen silent as well, anticipating her answer.

Mary clears her throat.

“What about me?” It comes out scratchy and soft.

“I was asking what your favorit-“

“Don’t bother with her,” someone interrupts and Mary grimaces, her irritation coming back twofold in an instant, nostrils flaring. “She’ll only say something stuck up and probably insult you in the process.”

As Mary stands, fingers gripping the edge of the table, napkin falling to the ground, her chair is sent backward, screeching against the floor and her face flushes with anger.

“You all should learn some manners!” she hisses, and it’s airy and she knows she’s probably embarrassing herself even further by doing this but she can’t help it. “Interrupting someone while they are trying to speak! That is the worst insult of all! How rude! Perhaps you should learn to be pleasant company before complaining about mine.” She releases her grip on the table, smoothing out the fabric of her dress with stiff, flustered motions, and then pushes in her chair, excusing herself from dinner.

The room remains silent as she storms out, there’s only the sound of her echoing footsteps as she carries herself out through the main hall in a blind rage until she feels that she is far enough away, and then forces herself through the first door she sees.

Cold outside air hits her face and she shivers, the brunt of the chill taking away some of her steam as she stomps over to a nearby bench and plops herself down with a huff. It’s not ladylike to make a scene, and she knows shortly, the humiliation and regret will follow, but she wants to hold onto her anger for a few more moments. Feels it’s the only emotion she’s justified in keeping.

“Are you alright?” Comes that voice again and Mary jumps, muttering a curse, whirling around as she spots Michiko trailing out into the cold, not far behind her. Her footsteps are silent.

“You shouldn't have asked,” Mary whispers, emotion brimming out of every word as she turns her head away and down again. And at first, she fears that the next thing out of her mouth is going to be about how it isn’t right, isn’t proper, for someone of such a low status to ask her such a question, to even speak to her at all. But instead- “You shouldn’t have bothered. They don’t care about what I have to say.”

“But I do,” Michiko says, soft as a butterfly’s wing. “I care.”

Mary lifts her head in disbelief.

“Why? Why could you possibly care?”

“I think,” she pauses. “I think, even if you’ve been cruel to us, you still deserve a chance to grow. A chance they’re not allowing you. And I know what it’s like. Being surrounded by strangers in an unfamiliar place. Nobody should know that pain.”

“You know what it’s like?” The frown on Mary’s face persists. “How do you know?”

“Well,” Michiko hums. “Maybe I’ll tell you, one day. We are strangers right now, after all. But I’d like to change that.”

“You’d like to change that?” Mary repeats.

Michiko has kept her space this entire time, remaining standing, but something about the way she’s staring now has Mary feeling seen, truly seen, warmth leaching into her but they’re not nearly close enough to be sharing body heat. Not until Michiko leans in, her eyes earnest, like she means it when she says “Yes. Who cares what they want? I want to get to know you. I want to know everything about you.”

A silence falls over them, then, and Mary blinks a few times, trying to make sense of the tangled mess of feelings inside her head and her chest. Her fingers twist into the material of her skirt, bunching it up and creasing it in a way she knows she would have been scolded for as a child. The whole country had known who she was, and so even in her youth, she had to be perfect, not a hair out of place. How lonely it had been, to have everyone’s eyes on her and not a single soul bothering to truly know her.

Mary clears her throat once. Twice.

“Well,” she tries and it’s more hoarse than she means for it to be, and perhaps, a little more watery. “I suppose we have to start somewhere. What was that question? That you asked at the table?”

Michiko smiles.

“I wanted to know your favorite song.”

“Oh,” Mary breathes, inhaling deeply into her lungs even though she doesn’t need to, even though she’s dead. Even though she knows it’ll only last her so long before she’s sputtering and coughing and crashing. “It's Lullaby for the Moon. It goes something like this."

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Killshot: Yang Jungwon

Pairing: GN Reader x Yang Jungwon

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: None

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Something chronic bit demonic, I’ve been on the late shift. All alone, staring at my phone.

You had been waiting for Jungwon all night. You were fully aware that he was an idol and had a job to tend to but you had just called Jake and he informed you that they had been hanging out for the past 4 hours. Any other night this would’ve been fine but tonight was supposed to be special, it was your birthday and Jungwon had promised to take you out for dinner weeks ago. But lately, your relationship with your lover has been falling apart. Now, is it all his fault that it’s doing so? Of course not, relationships are a two person job after all but it’s difficult to mend a relationship when one is actively not trying to do so. So there you were, waiting for Jungwon all alone with your phone in your hand, waiting for him to call you just once.

Sin and tonic, stupid promise, something like a death wish. All alone, stare into my soul.

You twirled the promise ring on your finger as you sat at the table, blowing out your own candles, with nothing but a homemade Gin and Tonic to keep you company. “Stupid fucking promise..” you mumble under your breath as you watch the rest of the unhardened wax melt onto the top of the cake. It was just like Jungwon, making promises he couldn’t keep. It didn’t use to be this way and maybe that’s why you both were still fighting for this relationship, because you longed to have it go back to the way it used to be, to feel the way you used to feel.

If I wanna stay alive. You should never cross my mind, Yeah I knew it. I been through it.

Thinking about Jungwon wouldn’t kill you but thinking about Jungwon and your current relationship with him would bring you to tears and to cry in front of his bandmates would be worse than death. After all, they’re completely unaware of the disintegrating relationship in front of them. You always knew Jungwon had a talent for many things and acting was no exception but for you? Pretending everything was okay was the hardest task anyone could ask of you. So, as the night went on, you distanced yourself from your boyfriend and stuck around Sunoo and Niki, clowning around with them. They were one of the best ways to stop Jungwon from crossing your mind, therefore the best way to stop yourself from thinking about and admitting your relationship was crumbling right in front of both of your eyes.

If I fall in every time, wicked love will leave me blind. Yeah I knew it. I been through it.

You’ve had your fair share of bad relationships. Unfortunately, your relationship with Jungwon is turning out the same as your past ones. But you didn’t want that, yes you were angry at him but you’d rather stay away from the intense amount of pain break ups cause you.

Soft sobs escape your lips as you slam the door, walking out of the dorm. You hoped that since the members would be gone you and Jungwon could spend time mending your relationship back together but it was clearly the last thing Jungwon wanted to do. Now, Jungwon has been being painted like the villain here and that’s evident by the last few excerpts but let’s not forget that he’s hurting too.

Oh god, can you make my heart stop. Honey with your killshot baby, I mean it so serious. God, can you make my heart stop. Honey, your killshot baby, I mean it so serious.

Jungwon watched as you ran out of the dorm sobbing and it hurt his heart to see. He still cared for you deeply and he knew his actions weren’t evident of that but this was his first serious relationship and he was at a complete loss. He was fully aware his members were there for him but part of him was too embarrassed to ask let alone have a full conversation discussing all the problems that currently filled the relationship.

The boy was fully aware that his words were harsh but each word you had spewed back hit him like bullets. You always had the ability to make Jungwon’s heart stop and usually he didn’t mind as it made him feel bubbly inside. Unfortunately, this time Jungwon’s heart stopped and he felt his stomach drop. He had never heard such cruel words escape your lips before. Whether it was during your relationship or before you had gotten together but despite the cruel words you spewed at him, he had even crueler ones to retort back and so he did.

Stolen nectar, misadventure. Something like a death kiss, growing cold under your control. Knowing better, twisted pleasure got me feeling breathless. Growing cold, will you let me go

Your lips crashed together, tears streaming down your lover's face as you whispered soft apologies into the air. It was the first time in a long time that Jungwon and you had kissed and that thought alone sucked the warmth from the kiss away and suddenly the cold, crisp night had nothing on the way your lips felt as they met his for another time before you finally pushed him away.

Catching your breath, his eyes met yours as he looked at you slightly confused. But by the time you had finally regained your composure your mind was already made up, “Let’s break up.” you whisper into almost silent night, nothing but the cool wind filling the silence.

You could see the gears turning in his head before he shakes his head, his chocolate brown orbs looking straight into yours, “No.”

If I wanna stay alive. You should never cross my mind, Yeah I knew it. I been through it. If I fall in every time, wicked love will leave me blind. Yeah I knew it. I been through it.

You were fully aware that the moment this relationship ended, it would be over for you. You would probably refuse to date as despite all the fighting, Jungwon had stolen your heart and kept it as his own.

Jungwon on the other hand felt selfish, he knew he was hurting you and yet he was so unwilling to let you go. Was there a particular reason for him doing so? Of course, because he loved you and wanted you around forever. He was fully aware that you had been through many bad relationships in the past and while he can’t say the same for himself, he was determined to not be one of them. He wouldn’t leave you blind and helpless like your past lovers. Instead, he’d stay with you forever and lead you to eternal happiness, with him of course.

Oh god, can you make my heart stop. Honey with your killshot baby, I mean it so serious. God, can you make my heart stop. Honey, your killshot baby, I mean it so serious.

As much as you seemed to hate to admit it, Jungwon and you both knew very well that he could make your heart stop in both a good and bad way. Fortunately, as of late, he was making your heart stop just like he did at the beginning of your relationship and what he had planned for your first year anniversary was what you considered to be your killshot.

Come and get that honey. Sweeter than I ever knew. Tell me that you love me. Love me till my lips turn blue.

“I’m in love with you Y/N L/N.” Jungwon says suddenly and even though you both had known that you were in love with each other, the words shocked you to the core. Not only were you speechless at the declaration but the members were as well. Silence filled the room as you wracked your brain, unable to form a coherent sentence. You could feel the members and Jungwon’s eyes burning into your figure. You must have looked freaked out because your boyfriend quickly scrambled to take his words back, “I- that’s not what I meant! I don’t love you- I mean I do but-” You cut him off with a soft kiss before he could spew out any more of his word vomit and pull away laughing softly.

“I love you too idiot.”

Got you in my head like, how long, how long?

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